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 soldiers tale, until he produced the proof that it really happened.
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 girl's 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 girl's were what is 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 practise 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 a 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 an 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 photo's 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 girls 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 awaiting 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 athletes 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 girls 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 girls 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 nights 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.
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.