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This is a true story of what happened to me in the 1970s, when I was a
member of the WRNS (Women's Royal Naval Service) serving in the Persian
Gulf. Because it is true I have changed some of the details. It all took
place when I was 26 years old and even by today's standards a little
naughty where men were concerned. Working alongside men who were several
thousand miles from their wives or girlfriends and who saw very few women, I
was never short of male companionship and saw no reason to miss out on the
opportunities that presented themselves.
It happened that one evening I and a friend of mine, Gina, were at a party
on shore, and enjoying the attentions of about half a dozen young ratings
from a naval vessel that had just put into port. The men had been at sea for
several weeks and the atmosphere was charged with sexual tension. There was
no doubt about the direction in which events were heading. Being in an
Islamic country there were limits on how we could conduct ourselves in
public; and there was no alcohol available other than through illicit
suppliers or on board. As one of the men had access to the ship's stores we
decided to go back with them and managed to get aboard without being
spotted.
The party resumed in one of the officer's cabins, which we were told would
be quite safe as the officer concerned would not be back for several days.
With plenty of alcohol available one thing led to another and before too
long Gina and I began to undress, first ourselves and then the men. Next
thing they were taking turns with each of us. No one used a condom so it
wasn't long before we were in quite a mess! We ran the risk of a STD but
Both Gina and I were on the pill and it was before the days of AIDS. Also we
were a little drunk by then.
We might have got away with it if it hadn't been for a particularly keen
officer of the watch doing his patrols and noticing light from under the
cabin door. Knowing that there should be no one in the cabin he decided to
check. I shall never forget the look on his face when he opened the door and
saw us. I was on all fours with my face towards the door and one of the
ratings doing it to me from behind. Gina was giving one of our new friends
oral sex.
There was utter pandemonium as the men scrabbled for clothing to cover
themselves. Gina and I were like rabbits caught in a car's headlights. We
were stark naked and had no idea where our knickers were, or anything else
for that matter. Eventually, after what seemed an eternity but was probably
no more then a few seconds, one of the men handed us each a towel from a
pile of clean laundry that was on a chair.
The astonished officer ordered the men out and told Gina and me to get
dressed but to stay where we were. We must have waited a full hour before
the door was opened again. Gina and I would have liked to clean ourselves up
but there was no basin in the cabin so we had to make do by just wiping
ourselves with a towel; we did the best we could but we really needed to
bath.
In place of the officer who had caught us in 'flagrante delicto' there were
two stern looking petty officers.
'We've spoken to the Captain and he's giving you a choice. Either he will
report you to your commanding officer or, as the offences occurred on board
his command, you will submit to his jurisdiction. Before you decide I should
tell you that he would propose dealing with the matter here and now under
old maritime law'.
Neither of us knew what was meant by old maritime law but we knew we would
be subject to a Court Martial if our own commanding officer dealt with us;
so we decided on having the offence dealt with by the Captain.
On learning of our decision the men told us to follow them and led us to the
ship's gymn. We were there only a few moments when the first officer (the
one who had caught us all) came in carrying a book, which it later became
apparent was a kind of 'Bible' of naval discipline. Opening the book he
began reading from it in a very formal manner. I was so uncomfortable I didn
't follow it all but in essence he was reading the charges against us. There
were phrases like 'lewd behaviour', 'multiple sexual congress', 'indecent
acts' and so on. We were asked if we admitted the offences and we did. After
that the officer read some more from the book before pronouncing sentence.
'You are arraigned on the authority of the Captain for as long as he may
require and to conduct yourselves fully in accordance with his orders or
with any orders given to you on his behalf by his representatives'.
I don't think Gina or I really understood what that meant and we had no time
to think about it before the officer said we must remove all our clothing.
If we had been going to object that was the time to have done so. However,
such was our confusion we found ourselves doing as we were told. It was an
immensely embarrassing experience having to undress in front of three men,
each of whom was watching intently and - from the look of them enjoying
themselves enormously. My own embarrassment reached its peak when I removed
my skirt. My panties had a large darkened area of staining which could only
have been caused by semen leaking from my vagina. Gina's panties were no
different but being black they did not look as stained as mine. The only
thing I could do was to take them off completely, which I did. But to my
dismay my normally bushy golden pubic hair was matted, dark and wet. If
there had been anywhere to hide I would have done so. 'Take them to the
showers' the officer ordered.
Anything was better than standing there with three pairs of eyes fixed on
our nakedness. Besides we were badly in need of a clean-up. But our relief
was short-lived when our escorts began removing their clothing and we both
realised that they intended to join us under the showers. We were directed
to stand with our legs apart and our hands clasped behind our heads. As we
stood there the two men began soaping our bodies from head to toe. I hardly
need add that they paid special attention to our sexual organs. I felt one
and then two big fingers pushed into my vagina. I had often had that done to
me when showering with previous lovers, but in this situation it was quite
different, and intensely shocking. Both men had huge erections which they
allowed frequently to come into contact with our skin as they went about
their task. At one point I felt a touch along my vulva as the one attending
to me pressed his body against my back and began to rub his penis between my
open legs. It was quite frightening not knowing how far he might go; but I
have to admit I found it exciting as well. Gina, whose nipples had become
very erect, was obviously aroused.
Eventually, the showers were turned off and we were allowed to put our hands
down and leave the showers. But the ordeal was not over. Instead of
permitting us to dry ourselves the men insisted on doing so for us. Once
again we were subjected to probing fingers and touching, while the men, who
were still naked, rubbed us dry. It must have been a full ten minutes before
they stopped and began dressing themselves. Then, when they were finally
finished, they led us both back to the gymn.
This time there was no sign of the officer any more but in his place was
another officer, who told us to go with him. Overawed by it all, and still
very fearful of what was in store for us - but beginning to have some idea -
we followed meekly. In those days there was never any question that rank was
right. We were taken to another small cabin where the officer said we were
to have a medical check before our punishment went any further. In the
corner of the cabin was an examination couch and he helped Gina climb on to
it. I was told to sit in a chair to await my examination. I watched as Gina
was given an intensive gynaecological examination and asked questions about
her sexual history, contraception and other things. Then it was my turn. I
still flinch every time I think of how cold the speculum felt as he opened
me up. At the end of each examination he used a kind of syringe with a long
nozzle with which he proceeded to insert a cream of some kind deep into our
vaginas.
While taking off his gloves he looked at us both and smiled.
'You'll be glad to know that everything is fine. There is a little internal
inflammation but in view of your having had sex with several men only a very
short time ago that is only to be expected. I'm passing you fit for your
punishment to proceed. I've checked all the men and they're all fit as well.
'
That was when the penny finally dropped. He must have been checking for any
sexually transmitted disease. And if the absence of disease was the criteria
for our punishment to go ahead it implied that our correction must involve a
sexual act of some kind. Just as we began to weigh the implications the
door opened and the men who had been with us in the shower took us by the
arm and led us to the gymn for the third time. But this time, instead of us
both going inside I was told to take a seat outside. For the first time that
evening Gina and I were separated, which made me very apprehensive.
Sitting in a corridor, being stared at by one of the men, there was ample
time for my imagination to run riot. My thoughts took a further turn when I
thought I heard Gina cry out. A few moments later I heard another sound
which I could not identify, followed a few seconds later by a loud grunt.
Similar sounds were repeated in the minutes that followed but try as I might
I could not make out what was happening. The cries and the grunts were quite
soft and I was unsure whether they signified pain or pleasure.
I must have been sitting outside the gymn a full half hour before the door
was opened again. My heart leapt in my chest. Then I saw Gina emerge from
inside, still naked and stooping slightly. As she walked towards me she
seemed a little unsteady. Her rolling gait suggested that she found it
difficult to close her legs together. Her hair was dishevelled and she
looked tired. As she came closer I saw that her sex gaped open and there was
semen running down her legs. Only when she was sitting beside me did I see
that there was more semen in her hair and over her breasts. I scarcely dared
think how many men must have used her in that way. But despite her
appearance Gina managed to smile and wink at me. And as I was led away I
heard her say quietly 'Nothing to worry about girl.'
As I entered the gymn the first thing I noticed was that there was a pommel
horse in the centre of the floor and several straps. The officer who had
officiated at our trial was standing next to the horse, flanked on either
side by a colleague.
'You are now to receive your punishment' he said. 'Bend over the horse while
we secure your hands and feet.'
Having come so far I knew there was no point in objecting. I did as ordered
and bent over the leather covered 'back' of the exercise horse. Gina was
shorter than me so it had to be raised a little, until the officer was
satisfied that it was at exactly the right height. Then I felt a hand on
each ankle and my legs were pulled apart. One by one each wrist and ankle
was tied to a leg of the apparatus. Straps were placed just below each knee
as well, so that my legs were parted as wide as they would go, making my sex
open and accessible to anyone who wanted to use me. There could be no doubt
why I was being positioned in that way and I was acutely aware of my
vulnerability. But I have always found a moderate degree of fear acutely
arousing and despite my predicament I felt myself getting hot inside.
After a few minutes and some minor adjustments one of the men said 'I think
that'll do. You can tell the boys to get ready.' It was difficult for me to
see very much from the position I was in without getting a crick in my neck.
Straining to see all I could I noticed that the door had been opened and men
were coming in. I counted about twelve in all but there could have been
more. It was very intimidating knowing that they could see me naked and with
my sex split open and exposed to view. Looking between my legs I realised
that they were beginning to undress and I knew it could not be long before I
began receiving my punishment.
What happened next came as a complete shock. There was a sudden swishing
noise followed by a loud crack and I felt intense pain across my buttocks. I
was being caned. I hadn't had the cane since my school days and that had
always been when dressed. I shuddered to think of the damage that might be
done to my bare bottom, without any panties or skirt to protect my sensitive
skin. But just as I was thinking about that I felt two cold fingers inserted
into my vagina and realised that someone was applying a lubricant of some
kind. Then, without warning or any word being spoken I felt the unmistakable
touch of a man's penis against my labia as its owner positioned himself to
enter me.
What followed barely needs describing. One by one each man gave me a stroke
of the cane and then fucked me. Some strokes were severe and some quite
mild, as if the person giving it did not want me to suffer any more than
could be avoided. And in keeping with my experience of men some were loving
and some quite gentle in the way they went about satisfying themselves
sexually. By the time they were finished with me I had lost count of the
number of men involved. It seemed as if there were an unending stream of
them and an unending stream of semen being ejaculated into my vagina. Some
of the men even made me clean their cocks with my mouth after they were
finished. They must have calculated that my extreme vulnerability made it
safe for them to make me do that.
Thinking about what happened to Gina and me I realise that to all intents
and purposes we were raped not once but at least a dozen times. Yet despite
that when we talked about it afterwards we both said we had been sexually
aroused and had actually had several orgasms. I know that for several years
I relived my experience when masturbating. I still vividly remember the
smell of the men and of the semen on their cocks and running down the
insides of my legs. We always kept what happened a secret - until now. We
soon worked out that we had been hoodwinked into thinking our punishment was
legitimate but we didn't want to cause a scandal for us or the men involved.
I would love to hear from anyone who has experienced anything similar.
You can write to me at petit.moule@ntlworld.com