Army tales 4

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The girls did not brag about wetting, stripping, painting and forcing me to give head and as they had my boxers I knew I would have to keep my promise to them. Of course I could have ignored it and indeed nothing would have happened but that thought did not cross my submissive mind. The interesting thing was that the rest of the lads discovered I had been stripped and painted that evening as we were drinking and in my case trying to take my mind off my itching groin. Then I discovered that getting done was regarded as an initiation and part and parcel of serving in a mainly female unit. Out of the five of us all apart from Paul had suffered similar or worse assaults. While we were all a little cagey about what we had had actually done to us Alex was the most open and seemed to have been raped the most. In fact he gave the impression that in the nine months before he fell in love with Sylvia and they set up in business and he got his stripe he had been taken well over a twenty times. He unlike the rest of us did do into detail and it made me realise that being stripped naked, wanked or forced to wank, having your balls painted and then giving loads of head naked while the girls stayed fully dressed was the most common way to get done. However he described several incidents that went way beyond this and showed me that a young man had to be careful not that I learnt that lesson at all. I can recall three incidents he described. One was a group of about six girls tying him down face down over a table and ramming a broom handle up his bum. The second was on a Christmas morning being stripped naked by over forty girls and wanked until he dropped and then being tied to a bed and forced to give head until after boxing day. And lastly being grabbed by a dozen knocked around and having a bottle rammed up his bum and then being made to wank, give head and screw until he passed out. Whereupon the bitches had shaved him, painted him from head to toe, stuck a vibrator up his bum and a nightie on him and then tied him like this to the garrison flag pole overnight. However the way Alex described it if you were careful you could avoid being got. The fact that like him I suffered numerous assaults showed that of course I wanted it to happen. Also I know that once the word got around the female shower room that you were a willing victim the girls knew that if they got you alone you would not cause them any trouble and so went for you. As the work the girls were doing was physically tough but tedious and easy to skive and miss a couple of hours without anyone caring or noticing they were frequently up for some fun with a boy just for a laugh or to pass the time. I did hear over my time in the army of a couple of incidents where the girls started on a bloke and he lashed out and got away. However in our garrison when a bloke did this a thumped a girl admittedly fairly hard Joanna ensured he got a real long time in the glasshouse and a dishonourable discharge to boot. To confirm this after Alex had gone with Sylvia he had not been raped showed even more so that the girls were really only doing what a man wanted when they had their fun with him. Mind you Sylvia was not a woman anyone would want to cross. Thinking of this and what it made me gave me a restless night as I realised that during my time in the catering supply unit my true submissive nature had come out. At about three in the morning I remember thinking ' I am who I am so stuff it' and having accepted that I went to sleep. From then on I think I knew my sexual inclination and did not protest about the hand god had dealt me but was pleased to be in a position to do something about it.

The amusing thing was Paul who was obviously turned on by our tales and disappointed not to have been raped himself missing the point that the girls were playing with you not screwing you. In fact as I tossed and turned I heard him have a quiet wank that night. The next day he obviously decided to grab a bit of action himself and deliberately went to one of the cookhouses and insulted the girls. They to his delight grabbed him and stripped him. However these were nastier girls than the ones who had done me or they just did not like him because they did not wank him off. Instead they held him over a table while one of them cut his pubes off with a pair of kitchen scissors. Then they held his dick in the open scissors and forced him to lick their bums as about a dozen of them queened him. He then gave head to one girl and when she pronounced him 'crap' they got really nasty. They rubbed chilli powder over his groin and then stuffed several chillies up his bum. Then they covered his entire body in paint and gunk before their grand finale. They got a giant pair of women's knickers and filled it with really cold ice from the freezer and then taped them onto him and dressed in just these with the ice giving him real problems they threw him out. He then had to try and run back and loads of women jeered and laughed at him as he did so sobbing his eyes out with the humiliation. Of course the MP's got him and the next day he was moved on.

As for me I spent the next day learning how to use the new machine gun just in case the IRA wanted my baked beans and then wangled a weekend pass out of Joanna in return for thirty minutes under her skirt and a wank and went home. I had only been at the base for a month but I felt a different person with a lot more knowledge about who I was. Now my tales give the impression it was all sex but on the Monday back my diary entry says in big letters 'truck fixed'. It was and but with a new gear box, rebuilt engine and masses of welding it was a little like the thirty year old broom (i.e. none of the original left). In fact I hate to say but I was as proud of that truck as most lads my age would be of a sports car. Of course I had to drive Joanna around a lot in her car but I preferred my truck as I could bomb along driving how I liked with radio one blasting out. For a couple of days I had no sex. Joanna did not seem to want me to screw her and while she was gigantic and grim I was disappointed. During my time as her toy we had times when she demanded me day after day until I could not walk and then times when she did not want me at all and only groped my bum and groin from habit. Being older I now know that inside she must have been totally confused and angry at being ugly and at having been passed over for promotion. Not because she was not good at her job (she was actually the only efficient officer I served under) but because of her looks, sex, smell and lack of social skills. However I had started to learn how to manage her and was able to get passes and perks from her if I asked her humbly enough. I would like to say I could twist her around my finger but that would be a lie. She would grant my requests so long as they were not too much but always I knew I had to pay a sexual price for it. In fact the only thing I never was able to go during my time under her was to control or manage her in any sexual way. She was always the boss and I was always the helpless slave doing, as she demanded.

Anyhow having driven her around all morning I had the afternoon off. I decided it was time for to start to pay up on my promise to serve Nancy and the girls for a second time. In reality while most times the gang of girls will demand if you are good enough another go they do not expect you to pay up only that it gives them something more to tease you with. In fact what I was to discover and this backed up what Alex had said was that after you had served a gang two or three times they did not want you. I am sure this was because as they were just having fun with you they did not want it to settle into any sort of relationship. That afternoon of course I could have just gone and wanked but knowing now my true nature I went to their storeroom to serve. I went in and saw Polly throwing boxes around. She saw me and seemed surprised but moved over and said ' hello toy come back to give us another good time' and when I replied yes she looked really surprised. I told her I kept my word and hoped she and her friends did as well and she laughed and said they did and grabbed my hand. She pulled me back to the tea table and we passed Sabine and Sue and she told them to lock the doors as they smiled at me. Soon ten girls grinning and laughing at me surrounded me. Again I repeated that I was keeping my word and hoped they would keep theirs. I was very nervous wondering if this was such a bright idea, as it had first seemed. Of course what Alex had not made me aware of was that if you went back to a gang of girls they regarded that as an open invitation to do every kinky things their little dirty minds could think up to you. Nancy made me feel a lot worse by saying ' yes girls we will keep our word not to spread the word around but you agreed to come back if we gave you your clothes back. So honey get your kit off and then honey you have to do as we say if you do not want a nude run home'. I tried to say that this was not fair but all the girls laughed and I realised that I was trapped. Polly said to cheer me up ' do not worry sexy bum if you please us we will let you have your clothes back after all we want you to spend the night in our beds' the girls laughed at that. Nancy added 'true be a good boy and you are okay now darling get them off'. The girls started to clap and I was forced to strip as they stood around me laughing and making crude comments. As I removed my clothing to my horror Nancy grabbed it and I knew that she was determined to make me earn it back.

When I got to my boxers I stopped to the amusement of the watching girls who jeered at me and then ordered me to get them off as well and Nancy took them and told the girls they could join their collection. When I was naked Tracy grabbed me and pulled me close and made me stand in front of her while she kissed me and groped my dick and while she was doing that other girls pinched and slapped my bum. I was made to give all ten girls a feel of me and by the end I was hard. The ten girls present were the eight from before and two others. One was another Tracy but she was a real looker who I was surprised to get a feel from, as I knew she was engaged to an officer. Sabine had a selection of paint pots and the girls discussed what colours to paint me and finally agreed to leave my dick unpainted for now. However they did my balls in blue making me whimper and then my bum had gold hearts painted on each cheek. Then looking ridiculous I was made to dance around as the girls stood surrounding me jeering and clapping. Then I was ordered by Nancy to go into their restroom and knell on the cushion and wait for them. Blushing and humiliated but rock hard I did as she ordered. Again she was first girl in and demanded my tongue on her pussy. In fact all six girls had pleasure from my tongue in the same order as before the only real changes being that Eva removed her knickers fully and that Sabine, Tracy and Polly made me stroke their tits as I licked them out. The only other girl to use me was not the sexy Tracy but a short plump girl who enjoyed my tongue and scratched my neck as I licked her out. Then all seven girls took turns to have pleasure for a second time from my now tiring tongue. It took me nearly two hours to lick out the girls fourteen times and by the end my tongue and jaw ached and I was pleased to have the cushion. I also felt very sick from the taste of so many pussies and had swallowed more female juice than was good for me on an empty stomach. My dick had stayed hard throughout this ordeal and its erection had given me a painful case of the blue balls even though they were itching from the paint as well.

I wanted to go and also wanted some sexual relief and was wishing desperately I had just gone and had a wank. Then I was ordered back out and found the girls sitting around smoking and drinking tea and eating cake and was told it was time for me to entertain them. My desire to wank was instantly gratified but not in a nice manner. Instead the girls made me stand and toss myself off for them and I was told to come onto a piece of sponge cake. I did so to their amusement and then as the girls jeered I was forced to eat the cake with its coating of my come. Actually you could hardly taste the come but it was still deeply embarrassing to eat your come in front of ten laughing girls. Of course they gave me no sympathy at all but told me they were expected to eat it so why not me. I have always found that a gang of girls likes to humiliate a man by getting him to eat come and I think it comes from the fuss men make about a girl swallowing. Then again I had to put up with my post orgasmic dick being groped until again I was placed in front of the table and ordered to do it again. This time they had opened a bit of the cake and I was told to come into it. It was difficulty to wank for a second time but the girls did not seem to mind my suffering indeed it amused them to see me pumping away and their rude comments did not help. As I was struggling Tracy to great cheers from her friends got topless and rubbed her massive tits all over me and forced me to suck on them as I wanked. Her tits were big and hung down but were much better than Joanna's even though they were probably as large. However her participation helped and I was able to splash my come all over the cake. This was carefully put together again by Nancy and laughing the girls told me it was for a second Lieutenant who was given them a hard time over stock. As for me I was groped and kissed and made to suck on Tracy's tits before she ordered me to knell. She had not replaced her knickers and she turned and presented her massive bum to me and ordered me to get my head in. I was reluctant and several of the girls forced my head home holding me so deep I could hardly breathe and then she wiggled around on my face to the girls great amusement. Soon all the girls were having a go at having my face rubbed in their bums. Most of the girls had not replaced their knickers so I was rammed into many a bare backside. However a few had and in addition I was rammed into the bum of the sexy Tracy as well and discovered she was wearing a black throng under her army issue skirt. Worse was to follow because big Tracy who was sitting down ordered me over. First she made me wank myself painfully hard for several minutes before making me knell in front of her. I assumed I was going to give her head again but the kinky girl had an even better way of humiliating me. She ordered me to remove her shoes and then her socks and then in front of the laughing girls got me to lick her feet all over. She made me hold her foot in one hand while I licked it and sucked on her toes and wank myself with my other hand telling me if I lost my erection at all she was going to crush my balls. Her feet were sweaty and not very clean and add in the humiliation and it was a deeply distressing scene for me. However I was able to stay hard to the watching girls amusement and soon I was licking several other girls feet as well. Not all of them wanted a go in fact Nancy refused fully saying it would tickle but the sexy Tracy and another girl who had not enjoyed me had me lick their feet. Whenever this has happened this has been the pattern some girls love it as it is deeply humiliating and others will not allow their feet to be touched as it tickles.

By now I was desperate to go but the afternoon shift still had some time to go and the girls were in absolutely no hurry. Typically their officers and sergeants were not around and this was common. The attitude on the camp was to have an easy a time as possible and anyone with drive got out as soon as possible therefore everyone was working at an easy pace and as long as things sort of got done in the end no one really cared. Clock watching was the common theme with the officers and sergeants busying themselves officially in paper but skiving worse than the other ranks. Why I thought a sergeant would protect me I do not know even though an officer would have broken it up. The officers apart from Joanna were a real snooty bunch who cared very little for the troops they laughingly commanded. They were interested in socialising with other officers and getting out and the respect we had for them was shown by Nancy and her friends feeding my come cake to their officer. Actually if it was not for Joanna the whole place would have ground to a halt and a major source of her bitterness was to see inferior but upper-class officers promoted over her. Anyhow naked and painted I was forced to stand and carry on wanking desperately for several more minutes. My failure to orgasm made the girls jeer and laugh at me and my honest reply about not being able to made them laugh. Tracy told the girls they should help and made me lie on the table and the all ten took turns to try and wank me off. After fifteen minutes of that I was even sorer and no closer to coming. The girls were pretending to be disappointed in me but actually even I could see they found my failure to come and my moans of distress as they wanked me harder and harder very amusing. Again I think this is because like all women all of them had been made in the past to wank a man off when they did not really want to so to wank a man who was desperate for them to stop was sweet revenge indeed. Then Tracy ordered me to hump her tits and squashed them over my dick as I lay on the table. Polly and Sabine also got topless and rubbed their big tits in my face and made me kiss them as I was forced to hump Tracy's soft tits. I love girl's tits and soon was able to have a really powerful coming my screams muffled in Sabine's ample tits as I came. I passed out but was rapidly awake as the girls mercilessly rubbed me then they pinned me down and while my dick was savagely rubbed they started to tickle my armpits and feet making me scream. I screamed and tried to get free as the sensation was painfully overpowering but they held me firm laughing and cheering. It felt like hours but can only have been five minutes before they stopped and I am sure that if they had not kept my dick erect I would have wet myself. Then as I lay sobbing and begging I was made to lick Tracy's tits clean. I had thought I had licked every part of a woman I could until Tracy showed me that kinky was her middle name. She told me she had sweated a lot and needed her armpits cleaned before she put her shirt back on. Then she lent forward and shoved a hairy and very sweaty armpit right in my mouth. I did not immediately lick her so her hands pinched the head of my dick and told me to get busy and then as I started to lick her she placed my hands on my dick and ordered me to wank as well. Again after I had done her two armpits this started a trend even though most of the girls were happy for me to give them just a quick lick. I have to say Tracy's were the worse because I think most of the girls were shaved. While this was going on Eva and a few others decided to paint my toenails and fingernails in a variety of colours and then Eva placed a few strips of nail polish on my balls making me moan as it stung far worse than the paint. The girls then discussed if they should wank me off again and I begged them not to. They made me promise to visit them in their barracks two evenings away and then laughing Eva suggested doing my dick in nail polish. I wished I had wanked as the cow started work on the head of my dick painting it bright red. The polish was agony on my sensitive dick even though to my terror my erection did not fade. Luckily they painted the shaft with pink paint not the nail polish and compared to the polish that was just a dull ache. Then they wrote all over my body with the various nail polishes writing rude and crude messages on my skin to their great amusement. I thought after that they would be finished but instead Nancy ordered me to return and knell and her, Eva, Polly and Tracy visited me not once but twice for pleasure from my tongue and fingers. This took over an hour and when finally Tracy heaved and groaned on her fourth orgasm most of the girls had gone. However a few were left to jeer and laugh at me as I staggered out and I was made to kiss a few feet, tits, armpits and bums before I was handed my clothing. However as a final humiliation I was made to wear Tracy's massive knickers not my own and only then shattered was I allowed to leave. I got back and showered but the polish as a real bastard to get off me. Eventually Alex who saw what a state I was in got some nail polish remover from Sylvia and I was able to clean my nails.