Murderous heat during the day, bone-chilling cold at night, people out to kill you, wanting to kill you in the worst way, endless patrols, the boredom... the anger, the complete and utter sexual frustration. The latter perhaps affected our unit most universally. They weren’t any women in our platoon and the nearest village consisted of only a handful of women all above the age of sixty. For six months we didn’t even so much as hear a female voice over the radio. Everyone was starved half-mad. There seemed to be a Kristie and there seemed to be Fate. She decided Kristie was no match for Fate. She closed all the doors that might lead her out of this moment she called Now.On the bed were a latex tube top of shining gold and a matching skirt. There was no underwear. There were no stockings or pantyhose. But there were golden heels and they had neck breaking platform soles.She dressed. She saw the top just held her pushed up tits. It never reached the skirt and left her tanned belly. I could feel little tremors run through her pelvis and thighs, and I’ll admit to a certain glow of pride, the kind a craftsman has in a job well done, even though somewhere locked away in a padded cell in the back of my mind, my conscience (always a weak thing) was jumping up and down and hollering: ‘it’s your daughter – you’re fucking your own daughter, you disgusting i****tuous bitch – it’s your fifteen-year-old daughter, this isn’t even legal, you mother-fucker!’ Which was a bit off the. Her breath quickened as she struggled to keep the panties tight between her pursed lips. She panted like a hungry dog still holding desperately onto my arms as the force of my finger lifted her to her toes.I composed myself long enough to remember where we were. I curbed my desire and asked calmly, "Where do you THINK I want you to sit kiki?"Her mouth opened. Out of her mouth fell only drool and vowels but it was enough for me to interpret her response."On the dildo, Sir?"I smiled and nodded. I.