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Old Soldiers Tale
by Doghead_2000 (doghead_2000@dizzydoggie.org)

***

Old Jake told me this story of rape and revenge at a 
commando training camp in the North of England back in 
1943. When he and his mates took their revenge on a 
group of prick teasing female soldiers one night in 
their hut. (FFM, nc, rp, v, oral, bd, spank)

***

This story is total fantasy. The author does not 
condone any form of violence towards women in any form 
whatsoever. All women should be treated with the utmost 
courtesy that they deserve as our mothers, wives, 
girlfriends and friends. They are not the weakest sex 
as is often portrayed, but they certainly are the 
fairer sex. Where would we be without them? Treat them 
like Angels and Princesses at all times, they deserve 
it.


Introduction:

I met old Jake down at our local pub and for months I 
would buy him a pint of best ale and he would recite 
stories of the service he had seen during the Second 
World War. Like many old soldiers he loved to tell 
people about his various exploits, and as an ex-
Commando he had many varied tales to spin.

However I was totally unprepared for the tale he told 
me one evening after a few more pints than usual. I was 
absolutely fascinated at the images forming in my head 
as he recited the tale. I thought that it was just a 
drunken old soldier's tale, until he produced the proof 
that it really happened.



The Story:

It was in early 1943 that I was stationed at the 
training camp in the north of England. I had 
volunteered for the Commandoes and transferred out of 
the Infantry. The camp was a secret training facility 
for the Commando units in the middle of nowhere.

I had passed my training with the rest of my intake and 
we were waiting around for a posting abroad, rumours 
had it that the move was imminent as there was a build 
up of forces on the Italian front. We were on 24-hour 
stand-by, so our kit was permanently packed ready to go 
at a moments notice. We were stuck in the camp miles 
from anywhere with just a small NAAFI canteen hut as 
our only outlet. We were living in metal Nissan huts. 
The only females that we saw were the big NAAFI women 
and about a dozen WACS (female soldiers) who worked 
over in the admin offices.

The sight of the WACS walking around the camp in their 
tight trim uniforms was enough to get any red blooded 
male, deprived of female company going, and these girls 
knew it. Their own hut was in a compound on the other 
side of the camp, and they had to pass through the main 
camp, going backwards between their billets and the 
admin block. These girls were what were generally known 
as prick teasers, serious flirts that had no intention 
of actually going with any of the men, but who would go 
out of their way to get the men excited at their 
presence.

As they walked through the men's billet area they would 
put on that extra wiggle of their buttocks as they 
walked, if they knew men were watching (of course they 
always were). They would hitch up their skirts that 
extra couple of inches, or stop and raise their skirts 
to straighten a perfectly neat stocking top, flashing a 
glimpse of the tops of their white thighs and 
suspenders, always giggling to each other as they 
carried on. They would expand their chests and undo a 
couple of buttons at the top of their tunics so that 
the straining material would bulge and show glimpses of 
the top mounds of their bosoms.

If any of the men approached them, they would get all 
coy and run off. They were not interested in plain 
grunts like us. These girls had one ambition, and that 
was to bag an Officer as a husband, along with the 
money, prestige and good life that went along with such 
a catch. They just teased the men because they could, 
and knew that their teasing would get the men 
frustrated and hot under the collar (not to mention in 
the trouser department).

Things had come to a head when two of the lads had got 
a bit too worked up and had cornered a couple of the 
girls, they had tried to steal a kiss and a bit of a 
feel. It was in plain daylight in front of half the 
camp, so nothing really bad had happened, but the girls 
had ran off and started screaming assault and rape and 
all sort of terrible accusations against the men. To 
cut a long story short, because there were so many 
witnesses, the lads only got punished with extra 
fatigue duties in the cookhouse and NAAFI. This 
included jobs like peeling potatoes and washing pots 
and the like.

However the incident rattled a lot of the frustrated 
lads, who started to plan a way of getting their own 
back on these prick teasing females. Plans were made 
and arrangements sorted out for the coming Friday 
evening.


.....

It was standard practice for someone from all the 
billets to go to the NAAFI canteen just before they 
closed in the evenings, and collect a large flask of 
hot chocolate, as a bedtime drink for all the 
occupants. On this Friday evening the two lads who were 
on extra fatigues in the canteen, washing pots, managed 
to distract the couple of NAAFI women for a few 
minutes, and slip a load of sleeping tablets into the 
flask prepared for the girl's WAC billet.

When the canteen closed, the two lads returned to our 
hut to inform us that things had gone as planned with 
the flask being collected by a couple of the girls. We 
all sat back and passed the time by playing cards, 
drinking bottles of smuggled beer and generally doing 
what lads do in the evenings when confined to an army 
billet.

By Midnight the camp was all quiet, with everyone not 
on guard duty turned in for the night and fast a sleep. 
There was no sign of any light from chinks in any of 
the huts blackout curtains. We had spent the last half 
hour preparing ourselves and sitting in the dark, and 
we were all now dressed in black clothes and equipment, 
we looked as if we were about to go on a commando raid 
in a war zone. Our hands and faces were covered in 
camouflage paint, and we all wore black balaclava 
hoods. We slipped out of our hut in silence, one at a 
time.

We sneaked across the camp unseen in the dark and 
climbed silently over the high compound fence of the 
women's quarters. There was an open gate facing the 
main camp, but a sentry post near the entrance covered 
this, and we didn't want to attract any attention to 
ourselves. We all congregated around the front door to 
the women's hut and listened in silence for any sign of 
movement within. After about five silent minutes we 
opened the unlocked door, and as quietly as possible 
entered the dark interior of the women's hut.

As our eyes adjust to the low light levels in the room, 
we were able to make out the eleven figures asleep in 
the beds. The twelfth girl would be the Corporal, who 
would have her own small little room at the other end 
of the hut. The only movement was the rise and fall of 
some of the women's chests as they automatically 
breathed in their sleep.

Silently we moved around the army issue metal beds, 
ensuring that all the girls were truly in a heavy 
sleep. When we were satisfied, we used strips of torn 
sheets that we had prepared earlier, to carefully tie 
the girls hands to the top of the metal bedsteads. Each 
of the girls had a thick gag tied around their mouths. 
Although some of the girls stirred during this process, 
none of them were aroused enough to actually wake up. 
When the gags and hand ties were on, we gently drew the 
blankets down the beds and off their bodies, until we 
could grab their feet and also use strips to tie their 
feet to the bottom bedstead. Most of the girl's had 
been sleeping on their backs or sides, and these had 
been gently tied up on their backs. A couple of the 
girls had been sleeping on their fronts, so to avoid 
awaking them they had been secured to the bedposts 
still in this position.

Before we could do anything else, we had to ensure that 
we would not be interrupted by the Corporal in her own 
room, so five of us silently crept to her door and 
entered her room. She was also fast asleep in her bed 
on her back, and we quickly secured and gagged her in 
the same way as the other girls. Now we were ready to 
let the fun begin.

***

One of the lads flicked on the main lights to the hut, 
illuminating the room in bright light that blinded us 
for a few moments, we had no fear of the light being 
seen outside, thanks to the thick blackout curtains. As 
our vision got used to the light we could see the 
results of our handiwork so far. The girls were all 
tied spread-eagled, or at least, as far as was possible 
on the narrow army issue single beds. Two of the girls 
were sleeping in the raw, with no nightclothes. The 
other nine girls were in an assortment of dress, from 
bra and pants, pyjamas, baby doll nighties and 
nightshirts. None of the girls had woken up yet but the 
strong light had obviously aroused them into a lighter 
sleep pattern.

We intended to make the most of this night and take our 
time having fun with the girls, so with a mutual 
agreement we headed for the beds of the two girls who 
were already naked to our inspections. Both girls were 
on their backs, so we had a clear view of their nice 
round breasts and the triangles of pubic hair 
disappearing down between their legs. We could make out 
the lips of their cunts, thanks to the way their legs 
were tied apart. 

As we started to grope the girl's breasts and nipples, 
and slide our fingers between their legs for a quick 
feel, the girls started to come out of their drug 
imposed slumber. Both awoke with horror in their eyes, 
to find themselves bound and gagged and surrounded by 
men in dark hoods groping their most private parts. All 
they could do though, is groan into their gags and 
struggle against their bonds. This did have the effect 
though of making a bit more noise and bringing some of 
the other girls out of their slumber.

Once we had all had a dammed good feel of the first 
girls, we turned our attention to the others. The next 
bed we surrounded had a young blond girl on her back 
wearing a baby doll outfit with a pair of matching 
knickers. She was already awake and watching us 
approach with fear in her eyes. She was trying to 
struggle against her bonds by twisting her body from 
side to side; this made an erotic sight for us 
frustrated squaddies. 

We slowly raised the hem of her short nightdress until 
it was above her bare firm breasts. As a couple of the 
lads stroked her now exposed nipples, I ran my fingers 
over the crotch of her knickers, stroking and feeling 
the shape and heat of her body through the thin 
material. The material was starting to get wet under my 
fingers as her body involuntary responded to my touch. 

I grabbed the waistband of her knickers and slowly 
dragged them down her legs to the middle of her thighs, 
before resuming my manipulations of her pussy. I 
removed my hand to allow others to have a good feel of 
the girl's pussy, before we moved onto the next bed. 
All of the girls now seemed to be awake due the noise 
of moans and struggling.

The next girl was a pretty brunette wearing a pair of 
silk pyjamas. She had been one of those who was 
sleeping face downwards, and so had been tied with her 
arse upwards. We pulled up her top to the middle of her 
back and slid her pyjama bottoms down to her knees. The 
globes of her arse made a lovely sight to our sex 
starved eyes, and we started to knead the two mounds of 
buttock flesh under our fingers, occasionally delving 
our fingers down into the valley between her legs, 
where her pussy was at our disposal. 

Each time one of us slipped a finger to her pussy, she 
would struggle violently and receive a sharp spank 
across her beautiful derriere. Before we left her for 
the next girl, we spread her arse cheeks wide apart to 
inspect the tight little anus nestling there. She 
didn't half scream into her gag, as we wet our fingers 
and forced them into that tight little hole.

We continued to go from bed to bed, unveiling the 
presented female flesh to our gaze and touch, never 
doing anything more that groping and inserting a digit 
or two into any available place of interest for a feel. 
When all the girls had been inspected and left with 
their bodies uncovered and their clothes at half-mast, 
we reached for the cameras that we had all brought with 
us, and took some nice explicit photos of the girls 
tied up in this position.

We had not forgotten the Corporal but had decided to 
save her for later, one of us would check on her every 
so often, to make sure that the was still securely 
bound and gagged.

Once we had pictures of all the girls like this, we 
ripped their night clothes completely from their bodies 
and took more pictures of them completely nude, a 
couple of lads would spread the girls knees out wide as 
the photo's were taken so that a good clear shot of 
their pussies was available for posterity. 

Now it was time for the real fun that we had come for 
to start. I chose the other girl who had been face down 
in her bed. She was a young blonde lass of about 
eighteen years of age. I'd had my eye on this young 
lady ever since she had deliberately dropped a book on 
the ground and bent over in front of me while I was on 
guard duty. The duty officer had been facing me at the 
time giving me instructions, and she had wiggled that 
cute little arse of hers at me for what seemed an 
eternity. Not only did I get a stinking hard-on from 
watching her, but also I couldn't concentrate on the 
orders I was being given. As a result I later got into 
trouble for failing to carry out instructions and got 
extra fatigues.

Now here she was in front of me, with that cute little 
tight butt, presented to me in all it's naked glory, 
and it wasn't an opportunity that I was going to turn 
down. I grabbed a couple of spare pillows from the 
unused beds in the hut and forced them under her hips 
to raise her arse into the air. I jumped up on the bed 
between her legs and dropped my trousers to my knees. I 
first guided my swollen cock towards her cunt lips as 
she tried to struggle against me. With one big thrust I 
buried my engorged prick deep into her pussy. 

She was, like all the girls, already wet down there 
from the manipulations we had provided with our fingers 
during the inspection of their bodies. I started to 
pump into her cunt in long deep strokes, savouring the 
warm silky feeling of her pussy walls around the 
swollen sensitive head of my penis. As she screamed 
into her gag and struggled against the pounding that my 
cock was giving her twat, her body sent vibrations into 
my manhood that I have never experienced before. I 
began to feel as if I was going to explode inside of 
her, so I carefully and slowly withdrew my penis from 
inside her twat.

The girl seemed to be relieved, and began to relax her 
body a little. I waited a couple of minutes for the 
pressure in my balls to subside a bit. And then the 
temptation of that sweet little arse got the better of 
me. I placed the palms of my hands on her hips to hold 
her, and with my thumbs digging into the flesh of her 
buttocks; I pulled the mounds apart until her tight 
little anus was winking at me. 

She must have realised at this moment what my 
intentions were, and she started to scream into her gag 
again and force me off by bucking her body under me. I 
held on and guided the swollen head of my cock towards 
that tight winking hole. Pressing the head against the 
opening, I used all of my weight to slowly gain 
entrance into the tiny aperture. Bit by bit, the head 
gained entrance, helped by all the cunt juice on its 
shaft from her pussy fuck. Finally the head was in and 
I slowly pushed its full length deep into the 
struggling girl's rectum. God it was warm and tight in 
there. 

I slipped in the full length of my cock and paused for 
the walls of the tight passage to get used to the size 
of the intrusion. Then I started to pump my shaft into 
her arse like there was no tomorrow. It didn't take 
long for my cock to expand even further as it built up 
to exploding point. I yanked her hips upwards to meet 
my most powerful thrust forward. With my cock buried 
deep into her bowels, I emptied my semen inside her; 
spurt after spurt of the stuff was ejected from my 
swollen cock into her. 

I withdrew my spent, deflating cock from her rear and 
got off the bed, only to be replaced by another of the 
lads, patiently waiting for his turn with the little 
cock-teasing minx.

All around me the lads were humping into the girls with 
abandon. I sat on the end of one of the unused beds and 
had a cigarette and watched the action-taking place. I 
bet that these girls had no idea that they were to be 
sex toys for the lads, when they went sleepily to bed 
last night. Serves them right for getting us all so 
worked up over the last few months, without offering us 
any release.

Finishing my fag, I got up and headed over to one of 
the beds where a striking brunette girl was being well 
and truly screwed by one of my mates. I had watched 
this girl many times in the past as she walked through 
the camp. She always stood out because of her looks, 
and her long shapely legs. She was one of them that 
used the "I'm straightening my stockings trick" to get 
the lads worked up. She would also always go out onto 
the balcony on the second floor of the office block, 
supposedly to have a fag, when a squad of men were 
marching past. 

The lads couldn't help looking up through the balcony 
metal railings, to see her long legs, stocking tops and 
knickers above them. She would deliberately thrust her 
hips forwards with her legs open, so that her uniform 
skirt would billow forwards to give unrestricted view.

Now she was having her hips thrust backwards for a 
change as my mate pumped his dick deep into her pussy. 
Watching her get her deserts, I started to get a hard-
on again, so when my mate climbed off her body, I got 
on top of her and started to screw into her pussy 
myself.

After a good hard fuck, I climbed off of her and 
noticed that most of the lads were now just standing 
around and watching the remaining action. It was about 
time to go onto the next stage of the evening's events. 
We relaxed and waited for the last of the guys to 
finish with the girls they were with, and then we all 
squeezed into the small side room of the so far 
untouched Corporal, taking our cameras with us.

The Corporal was aged about twenty three and a pretty 
attractive girl, she had got us all annoyed though, as 
she had this habit of sneaking up on you while you were 
ogling at her girls, you would always get a bollocking 
from that sharp mouth of hers, and more often than not 
reported to the office as well. Well here she was now, 
defenceless in front of us, spread-eagled on the bed 
with that cutting mouth well and truly gagged.

It didn't take us more than a few seconds to tear off 
her old fashioned nightdress, and leave her naked to 
our ogling gaze. This time we could look to our hearts 
content, without being snapped at by her lashing 
tongue. She had a really fit athlete's body, topped by 
a massive pair of firm tits with big brown nipples 
jutting out of the centre. The pubic hair of her muff 
was neatly trimmed down to a small triangle. 

As the men stared at her scared naked form, her 
nipples, and her clitoris showing between her legs, 
visibly started to swell up. Although frightened at 
what was happening, it was obvious that her body was 
responding to just being displayed to so many male eyes 
in this obscene way.

As the cameras started to flash, recording her 
nakedness on film, she stared to squirm as if to get 
away from the prying lenses, this had the effect of 
presenting even better photo opportunities for the few 
lucky ones who snapped her gapping pussy. When the men 
had taken all the pictures they wanted, she was untied 
from the bed and frog-marched naked into the main part 
of the hut where the other women were.

She was bent over the back of a hard backed wooden 
chair in the centre of the room, in full view of the 
other girls. Her ankles were tied to the two rear legs 
of the chair, while her arms were stretched out and 
tied to the front legs. The girl's shapely arse was 
displayed in its full glory in this position, and at 
the mercy of the men. Mind you fucking her from the 
rear at this point, was the last thing on our minds, we 
had a more just punishment lined up for this mouthy 
girl.

One of the men slipped his thick leather belt out of 
the loops of his trousers and approached the girl's 
rear. With a loud crack, he brought the leather down 
across her shapely buttocks, crack, another blow and 
then another. Tears started to flow from the girl's 
eyes at the three stinging blows across her rump. He 
then walked in front of her, and with a hand under her 
jaw, he raised her face up to look at him. He told her 
that they were about to release her gag, and that if 
she cried out at all, or if she struggled and refused 
their requests, she would be immediately re-gagged and 
that she would feel the belt until her buttocks and 
thighs were red raw. 

Nodding her understanding and acknowledgement of the 
instructions, the man removed her gag. She started to 
ask why this was happening, only to receive a sharp 
blow across her shoulders from his belt, cutting off 
any further attempts to speak.

While the man stood menacingly at the side of her, 
where she could not fail to see the vicious belt poised 
in his hands, another man stood in front of her face 
and dropped his underpants to expose his semi swollen 
penis. She was forced to take it in her mouth and suck 
him off. As the penis expanded to its full size the man 
grabbed hold of the sides of her head and started to 
deep throat her with long hard strokes, as she gagged 
for breath. When the first guy had shot his load down 
the throat of that cutting mouth, I stepped forward for 
a turn.

Giving the Corporal a few moments to stop gagging from 
the first mouth fuck, I offered my swollen prick to her 
mouth. She was reluctant at first to put her lips 
around its swollen head, but another sharp crack of the 
belt across her buttocks by the man with the belt, soon 
got her moving again. Although reluctant, she knew what 
she was doing; she had obviously used her mouth in the 
past for things other than eating and cursing soldiers. 
Running her wet tongue over the small slit at the front 
of my penis head, she gently ran her teeth and lips up 
and down the shaft, while at the same time sucking at 
the head itself. 

The effect on my cock was almost immediate, and it grew 
to enormous proportions within her hot mouth. Like the 
first guy, I was unable to stop myself from grabbing 
hold of the side of her head, and start pumping my cock 
down her throat. In and out I pumped, until I could 
feel myself ready to explode my seed once again. 
Forcing my cock deep into her throat so that my balls 
were resting on her chin, I held her there while I 
emptied my load into her guts; her gasping for breath 
and gagging only exited the head of my cock to spew out 
more of the thick semen inside her.

Finally well and truly spent, I withdrew from her mouth 
and the next man in line took my place. The girl was 
mouth fucked by us all before we gave her any peace. 
For safety we allowed her to get over any sign of 
gagging before we placed the gag back into her mouth 
and tied it in place. Just for the sake of it, we then 
all used the belt on her buttocks anyway, just a couple 
of swipes a piece to tan her hide a bit, after all, you 
can't have a Corporal without stripes, can you?

We were about done now, and we had to make sure that we 
were away and back in our own billets before the dawn 
started to break so that we would not be seen. However 
there were a few more photos that we wanted first, so 
we started to set things up.

We released the feet of the women from the beds and 
retied them to their wrists on the same side. We then 
untied their wrists from the top bed heads and lifted 
them off the beds, while they were supported by a 
couple of the men, the beds were turned over onto their 
sides and swung in to face the centre of the room. The 
girls were then sat on the floor with their backs 
against the bedsprings. Their legs and wrists were then 
retied to the top of the bed heads at each end of the 
bed. With the girls tied up like this they were exposed 
with their legs spread wide apart and their arses 
raised up off the ground, their cunts and anuses were 
in clear view to the men and their cameras.

Once again the cameras started to snap away, taking 
pictures of the girls in their obscene pose. When the 
plain photos had been taken, objects like bottles and 
rolled up newspapers were shoved up the girl's cunts 
and arseholes for more pictures to be snapped. The 
Corporal, still tied to her chair was photographed with 
a beer bottle up her cunt and a flower sticking out of 
her arse.

At last the girl's ordeal at our hands was over, we 
left them still tied up and gagged with objects shoved 
into their holes. Switching out the lights first, we 
silently slipped out of the door of the hut and headed 
back to our own billet. Thanks to our training we got 
back without being spotted by anyone.

***

The next morning, the girl's absence at breakfast in 
the cookhouse didn't arouse any suspicions as they 
often had a lie in at weekends when the offices were 
usually closed. In fact often they wouldn't be seen all 
day, as they would be washing their hair or laundering 
their smalls, or one of the other hundreds of things 
that females seem to get up to when they have time on 
their hands.

After breakfast the Duty Officer came into our billet 
and told us to get completely packed, as we were moving 
out at one o'clock for our new posting. We spent the 
morning expecting the Military Police to come bursting 
in at any time, to arrest us after the night's events, 
but except for the hassle involved with packing it was 
a normal Saturday morning.

At one o'clock the lorries drew up outside and we threw 
our kit into the back; within minutes, we were on our 
way, never to return to the camp. All through the trip 
to Italy, and for months afterwards we were expecting 
the knock on the door by the Redcaps over the incident. 
However we never did hear anything about what happened 
that night. Maybe it was the shame of the girls, or the 
fact that they were afraid of what we would do with the 
photos, that hushed the incident up.

Events of that night eventually disappeared from our 
minds, as if it hadn't happened, until a few months 
later, when during a spot of leave, we had the rolls of 
film taken developed in a local Italian photographers. 
Luckily for us the pictures were developed and printed 
without any awkward questions being asked.

Those pictures saw me through the war years. When the 
frustrations of sexual loneliness reared its head, I 
would sneak off to a quiet spot for a quick 
masturbation session with those pictures and my 
memories.

***

Conclusion:

At the end of his amazing tale, Jake reached into his 
inside pocket; he leaned over towards me and whispered, 
"Would you like to see the photographs?" He handed me a 
small pile of pictures, obviously very old and well 
thumbed through. They were photos of a number of women 
tied to metal beds in a variety of obscene poses with 
their legs spread wide. Some had objects inserted into 
their cunts.

I still have a couple of Jakes pictures to this day. 
When I get a bit frustrated, I take them out and gently 
play with my cock, while I imagine that I am a commando 
in a Northern England Training Camp in 1943.


The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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