English Adventure

Not actually being in the military, it might seem strange that I was 'stationed' at a former airbase in England. It was a WW2 airfield but it had unused living quarters which were perfect for us contractors. This was my first break in a while, and I'd not explored the small villages just outside the base. Some of these villages dated back hundreds of years and have kept the old fashioned architecture. Most of the older people that I'd encountered were really nice and friendly, remembering how the 'Yanks' had helped in the war effort. But some of the younger people seemed to resent having an American presence in the base in their area.

I packed a bite to eat and drink and headed off base on my journey of exploration. A couple who happened to be driving by offered me a lift and drove me into the town, which looked like something out of an old black and white movie. When I'd started out the day looked like it would be bright and sunny, However, the British weather was changing and now the day looked a lot like rain, with swirling winds and a dropping temperature. There was a pub in the town so I went in to warm up and sip a drink by the roaring fire in the fireplace. But the place was kind of noisy so I left.

As I emerged, some of the locals spotted me, and probably figured out I was from the base because of the blouse, coat and skirt I was wearing. It wasn't military garb, but it wasn't what the local women wore. This group of men had been drinking so I decided to put some distance between myself and them. I walked along, looking in the various shop windows. In so doing, I stumbled across a book shop and went inside.

The lady who ran the shop kindly asked, "Can I help you find something?"

Smiling, I replied. "I'm looking for some historical sites to visit in the area."

"Hmmm... well, the only historical site nearby is a site up the road into the town square and then take the road on the left from there."

I managed to walk to the center of town when I saw a wooden structure in the center of the square. It turned out to be a gallows and next to it was a pillory with a roof over it. Just as I reached it the rain started to come down pretty hard dropping the light levels until it was quite dark. With this abrupt weather change, I took shelter next to the pillory and spent some time trying to read the plaques with information on them. As the rain now was coming down rather steady and hard, I decided that I didn't want to walk back to the base in the rain and arrive looking like a drowned rat. Now I know why a lot of Brits habitually carried an umbrella or 'brolly' with them when they ventured outside.

It rained and rained and I thought that I'd better get a room in an inn. I was not expected to be back on duty until the day after next for a swing shift. It was getting late and dark and as I stood there looking at the stocks I began to wonder what it was like to be held in it on display in the center of town. Buildings started to light up and I sat there waiting, hoping the rain would ease off, if not stop entirely.

The wood of the stocks was thick, old and weathered. Nevertheless, it looked like it would probably easily last another hundred years. I lifted the top piece, finding it surprisingly heavy. I laid just one wrist in the small hole and found when I let the top down it was a snug fit, with the result that I couldn't remove my hand.

For some reason that fact of being trapped sent a thrill right through me, so I looked around carefully. No one appeared to be venturing out because of the heavy rain. I must've not been thinking straight because I wanted to see the full effect of this device, so I opened the stocks and placed my neck in the center hole. I had to hold the top open with my free hand and slowly lowered the top, making sure the wrist of that arm would end up aligned with the third hole. I had to bend at my waist and the top piece was heavy to lower, but when the top was down my neck and both my hands were securely trapped.

It was now extremely dark, so I felt that no one would see me helpless. I had to spread my legs to get comfortable since I was bent at the waist. As I stood there, in the gloom around me I noticed the rings bolted into the floor and figured it was for the feet to be tied apart. I placed my feet next to the rings and realized a woman could easily be used in such a position. To pass some time and alleviate my boredom, I closed my eyes to pretend I was placed like this in the town square to be used by whomever had the whim to do so, day or night.

I heard a sudden noise from the direction of the pub... startled, I started to lift the top to get free. But I was pushing up at an awkward angle, and the top piece seemed heavier than ever, so I only managed to raise it a little way when the top dropped again and closed with a bang. My wrists and neck were again caught in the 3 holes! The loud voices I was hearing sounded drunk. I tried to open the top again, but now it wouldn't move at all! I realized the hasp must have swung closed when the top banged down! And I was now really and truly trapped! I froze and hoped that if I stayed motionless and held my breath, I wouldn't be seen. However, my blood ran cold when I heard the sound of heavy boots climbing the steps behind me. Because of the way I was caught, I couldn't look back to try to see anyone.

A loud male voice burst forth, saying, "What do we have here boys? A naughty maiden! Oh and she's trapped herself to be punished!"

I think my heart actually stopped, hearing that. I felt hands on my legs and hips. I couldn't see who was there but from the number of hands contacting me, I guessed there were at least three of them. Realizing that I was in a bad situation, I pleaded, "It was an accident. Please release me!"

All I got was a hard slap on my ass! That really startled me! I felt my shoes and socks being removed. My socks were stuffed in my mouth as an impromptu gag. Moments later, my skirt was unceremoniously pulled down, along with my panties. I could only hope it was too dark for any of them to actually see my suddenly bottomless body. Maybe they switched to Braille, because now eager hands moved over my ass and hips. The one who'd made the loud announcement seemed to be the leader, because he proclaimed just as loudly, "I'm really going to enjoy this!" Speechless and wide-eyed with disbelief, I was certain he must be joking. Certainly he wouldn't take such liberties! But I'd forgotten that they were all drunk. But not so drunk as to be flaccid I learned in the next minute when I felt his stiffened penis running up and down along my pussy lips. I couldn't prevent myself from involuntarily pulling at the stocks as he pressed into me, but I believe that the howl I heard must've issued from my throat, although the socks in my mouth trapped it from being loudly uttered!

From the sensations arising in my pussy, I guessed that his cock had a more than average girth as he took me deeply! I don't know how long he pumped in and out of me, but he was making my bare toes curl as he came inside me, flooding me with his warmth. Once that guy pulled out, I only had a brief respite as the second guy took his place and slid into me with ease, my pussy now well lubricated with my own fluids and the first guy's semen. This cock felt really long, and easily nudged my cervix before it bottomed out. Being helplessly trapped and used like this was one of my fantasies, and once I got over the initial surprise and shock, I decided not to resist and just let this happen. By the third guy, my legs were trembling, I was breathing hard and by then I was lost. I started cumming and I had no idea how to stop, or even if I wanted to do so. I don't remember how many times I came but I could hardly stand up by the time they were all finished with me. As far as I could tell, there were only three of them, but I'm sure I got fucked more than three times. I guess I really inspired them. I could feel the sperm dripping out of me and running down my legs. I was exhausted and panting, but I also found that I was still was so very turned on and excited.

The ringleader told the other two, "You blokes can take off. I'll free her and make sure she's OK." After a while as my breathing became more regular and my legs seemed more sturdy, he lifted the top, and eased me to the floor. As I rested on the floor with my eyes closed, I was naked from the waist down with my legs spread wide, sperm oozing out of me. The third guy left silently, and I still had no idea who any of them were.

Finally the rain stopped as I rested there and got my breath fully back. The air was still damp and chilly, so I got dressed and walked slowly back toward the base. My gait was a little strangely bowlegged at first, but as I neared the main gate, I began to force myself to walk more normally. It was sort of late when I arrived so I crawled into bed and fell asleep still dressed. I now go out of my way to pass through that village and I've taken pictures of the stocks for future memories. When the chance arrives I stop and go up to the stocks and touch the device to relive my memories of that evening.

Maybe that was a bad idea, because each time I did it, it seemed to create a stronger and stronger yearning or need. Many, many weeks had gone by, and I'd manage to repress that urge. But ultimately, my body demanded more, nagging at me to become a sexual plaything in those stocks again. And the very next time I had a couple of days off, due to the staggered shift scheduling, I found myself walking toward the town in the late afternoon, trying to arrive as dusk was falling. This time I carried a furled umbrella, just in case. I wore a warm plaid long sleeved shirt and a wool skirt that fell to about mid-calf. I'd chosen warm fabrics against the chill of the evening and a humid cool fog, if any arose. The materials also meant I could do without a bra or panties, making my body more available.

My timing was pretty accurate. The light in the town square was fairly dim as I arrived. As I'd passed the pubs, from the sounds inside I was guessing they were doing a lively business. I assumed that people emerging after several drinks would have lowered inhibitions about making use of my trapped and available body. At least I hoped so. Just looking at the stocks was making me even more horny. Finally, I deemed it dark enough under the shelter by the stocks so it was time to "trap" myself. This time, I'd try to lower the top section slowly enough to not flip the hasp in place, and I decided I'd better do it now, before anyone had a chance to startle me. I debated about opening the buttons on my blouse, but then thought I'd rather see if they took the incentive.

Positioning my feet near rings bolted to the floor, I bent forward and eased the upper section of the stocks with one hand while placing my other wrist and my neck in their respective depressions. Pressing my other wrist in the remaining upper depression, I was able to carefully inch it downward. It settled without a sound, and I grinned that I was getting very adapt at this. Now I just had to wait for some people to leave one of the pubs and notice me.

Time crawled by at a snail's pace, which just gave me more of an opportunity to anticipate being used, fueling my arousal. Finally I heard a pub door open, and three or four males voices chatting about some soccer match they'd seen, and maybe had some bets they'd won or lost. I got a little nervous wondering if I should cough or something if they failed to notice me, or if that would be a bad idea if there were four or even more of them. But I never had to decide. Alas, their voices were fading into the distance.. they were going away from the town square -- the wrong direction.

After another lengthy delay 2 guys came out of one of the pubs. I had my night vision and I could tell they were obviously very inebriated because they were leaning against each other to keep from falling over as they staggered along, singing some slurred song near the top of their lungs. They didn't notice me and even if I'd shouted to get their attention, I doubt that they'd be able to hear me over their singing. It was probably a good thing, because if they were that drunk, the odds of them getting any erections were very slim.

Finally, from far behind me, out of my line of sight, I heard some laughter, and the sounds of their merriment were getting closer. Swallowing hard, I waited until whoever they were could get close enough for me to make some movement or sound. As they neared me, I realized that these voices, while sounding exuberant with alcohol, lacked any testosterone! This had to be a bevy of women friends. Their femininity was confirmed as they came close behind me, and a wafting of perfume filled my nostrils. Then a voice changed from laughter to words, "Oho! What've we got here, chums? A sweet lassie in a bit of a predicament! What fun!"

I was about to push upward on the top section of the stocks and free myself when I heard the metallic sound of the hasp being slammed down into place, locking me in! "There! She's all ours for now! Let's see... Marg, you're our best muff diver. Do you fancy having the first go and checking her out?"

Giggling, Marg replied, "Don't mind if I do. Let's see what we're dealing with." I imagine that in the dim light the women couldn't see my eyes widen in shock as Marg hoisted up the hem of my wool skirt and piled its material in the small of my back. Seconds later her hands, warmer than the air now washing over my bare flesh, touched my thighs and moved upwards. Marg gasped, "This little whore isn't even wearing any knickers! Feel here!"

Moments later a lot of hands were exploring my bare arse! With merry laughter several of the woman swatted my bare butt cheeks. Someone said, "She wasn't even trapped here until Jill closed the hasp... she must really be a needy bitch."

"Yes," Jill confirmed. "I wanted to make sure we'd all have a go after Marg. And if any blokes start wandering by, keep silent and still, and stand here to block her from sight. We don't want to share her, now do we?" There was a quiet chorus of agreement. "Remember how we trussed up Tillie last week? Keep her quiet but start having fun with her, and I'll be right back. My place is nearby."

As Jill ran off, Marg stooped or knelt behind me, using her fingers to spread my pussy lips wide open. Everyone could hear Marg sniffing loudly, which made my face warm up with humiliation. Ultimately, Marg quietly announced, "At least she smells clean enough." Moments later a hot, wet tongue gave my sexual area a long, slow upward lick from the covering over my clit, up along my labia and furrow, and even washed gently over my butt hole. That made me moan like a lowing cow. "For heaven's sake, hush her up, Zoe," Marg hissed before lapping at my pussy anew.

It must've been Zoe that suddenly appeared before the stocks, standing alongside my head. This lovely woman gently helped me turn my face toward hers, and then she muffled my moans by kissing my lips passionately, which turned me on even more. But as I opened my mouth to moan even louder from the sensation of Marg's tongue starting to penetrate my honey pot, Zoe slipped her tongue into my open mouth and sealed her lips even more firmly against mine. Being skewered at both my ends by sensuously active tongues -- Zoe's perhaps trying to tickle my tonsils, while along with her sucking at my pussy fluids, Marg's tongue seemed to be striving to tap at my cervix. If I could've roared my joy and acceptance, I would have.

Meanwhile, the remaining woman, whose name I'd not yet learned, made a comment. "Well, if she's determined to 'moo' like some cow, I supposed I'd better check her udders and teats if I can get her bra out of the way." Again my eyelids flew upward out of sight as I felt her hands begin to unbutton my blouse. When all the buttons were undone, those hands moved inward between the dangling flaps of my blouse and I heard, "Oh my gawd! This bitch isn't even wearing a bra! Her udders and teats are hanging loose!" Those hands claimed my breasts, squeezing them from base to tip. And when they reached the tips, they seized my nipples, kneading them until they swelled and stiffened like rock-hard pebbles. After tugging and rolling them a bit, she lifted the nearest one to her mouth and suckled it.

I was now squirming, Kissing Zoe hard, shifting my weight back and forth between my feet, and feeding Marg enough fluids that we could all hear her swallowing. Meanwhile, Jill had reached her home, grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and shoved that in her jeans pocket. Leaving her purse, she quickly fetched a sock and a stocking, some ropes, and her strap on. Since it was fully dark outside, she decided to risk it, and stepped into the harness of the strap on while she could still easily see to buckle it, and then left her house again, heading for the stocks in the town square.

Once there, she rolled the sock into a ball and stuffed it about half-way down the length of the stocking. Then she whispered into Zoe's ear what she wanted to do. Zoe nodded, waited a moment, and then stopped kissing me. While my mouth was still open for Zoe's tongue, Jill shoved the balled up sock inward and tied the stocking firmly behind my head. At once, I learned I could barely make a sound. "OK, Marg... this silly cow is muzzled, so you can safely make her cum whenever you want. Zoe and I will help with one more thing, since I hear Mary Lou suckling on one of her nipples."

Jill handed Zoe one of the two small ropes she'd brought along and with both of them feeling down my bare legs, they easily operated by touch. In the blink or two of an eye, the ropes were tied to my ankles, and once they were threaded through the iron rings on the floor, they fastened my legs wide apart. Now, other than a slight up and down movement, I couldn't move my body very much. Helplessly I tugged at my ankles, wrists, and even my neck. But I was gagged and trapped with my tits and pussy exposed and vulnerable. My face was flushed with embarrassment, but my heart was thumping hard, because once again I was having my needs of being controlled satisfied. I was the submissive little fuck toy for these four women.

Marg understood from what Jill had said that it was safe to force me to climax. So she shifted her lips enough downward that even in the darkness, she skillfully used her lower lip to strip back my clit hood, so that my exposed clit nub was now subjected to her flicking tongue tip and suction. In my heightened state of arousal, I couldn't hold back very long. Perhaps I caught Marg by surprise when I came, because I heard a wet, splashing sound, followed by a lengthy slurping and then Marg stated, "This bitch just came all over my face! She must be horny as hell! Who's next?"

"My turn," Zoe asserted. She took her place behind me.

"Just a moment," Jill said. "Hold her pussy lips wide open with your head out to one side, Zoe," she demanded. As I felt my pussy lips being stretched sideways, there was a brief quiet flash of light. I heard Jill state, "Lovely. Look at that pink, juicy pussy. This'll make a wonderful memento of the evening." And I gulped as I realized she'd taken a picture of my sex.

Mary Lou spoke up. "Jill, while you're at at, how about going under her torso and taking a pic of her tits -- one dangling free while I suckle the other one?"

Jill didn't say a word. I was partially distracted by Zoe beginning to finger fuck me as another brief flash of light captured the image that Mary Lou desired. Strangely enough knowing that these women were going to make these salacious pictures of me things to masturbate with in the future was really firing up my libido. The stimulus of Zoe's fingers gliding in and out of my honey pot was certainly part of the impetus. But the mental image of them perhaps being in a group all naked, using their fingers or a dildo on their own pussies as they stared at these images of me and making themselves cum -- that was enough to tip me over the edge. My pussy clamped down on Zoe's fingers as I came hard on them, my heart racing and my breath whistling through my nose as my scream of orgasm was stifled by the gag in my mouth.

"Wow! This silly little twat has just gushed all over my hand!" Zoe exclaimed in a low voice. "Get a picture of my wet hand with her cunt gripping my fingers, Jill." Jill was quick to oblige. "Who's turn is it next?" Zoe asked.

Mary Lou immediately spoke up. "If you don't want to eat her cum out of her sexy tunnel, I'll do it... and I'll also lick your hand clean." I could tell when Mary Lou was in place, because the fingers in my vagina were replaced with a warm, wet, darting tongue that flicked in and out of my depths briefly. Then soft lips sealed my carnal opening as she began sucking and swallowing. When one of Mary Lou's fingers began gently teasing my clit, I became aware that she was determined to make me climax, so she could suck out a fresh load of my cum. Helpless as I was, there was nothing I could do but submit, enjoy, and emit a highly muffled shriek into the gag in my mouth as new orgasmic spasms coursed through my body.

When I'd placed myself in these stocks, I thought some blokes would find me, pull out their cocks, and give me what the Brits call a 'right rogering' in either my arsehole or my pussy. But now that these women had made me cum, I found that I wasn't missing cock. Their attentions were sure filling my needs for humiliation, submission, and wonderful orgasms. But I'd sort of forgotten Jill, and had no idea what she was planning in this darkness. My first clue was the feel of her hands exploring my butt as she said, "Here Zoe... take my cell phone and shield its flashlight to give me a thin shaft of light so I can see."

Zoe must've done a great job of shielding that light, because I never saw it. But I did feel Jill's fingers confidently prying my pussy lips wide apart, so I was guessing she could see enough to do that. A few moments later, I felt something touch my wet, intimate hole before I gasped as a thing much larger than a finger penetrated me there. It not only penetrated, it also stretched my tunnel as it seemed to fill me completely! Then hands -- presumably Jill's -- grasped my waist as I felt her pelvis bumping against my butt. Swiftly the 'penny dropped' and I realized that she must be using a strap on, because what was sliding in and out of me seemed much stiffer than any cock I'd experienced.

"Ohhh, and she knows how to use it!" I mentally moaned to myself. Sure, my mouth and throat were trying to moan too, but Jill's gag was amazingly efficient. I gathered that these four women wanted me to be their plaything tonight, so if anyone wandered anywhere near, they fell completely silent other than some boring, inane chatter, and probably blocked me from view. However they accomplished it, no one else disturbed us, even when I was being fucked by that strap on. Even each time they made me cum. Yes, I said 'each time' because as they watched Jill and commented that she was having so much fun fucking me, they all decided they wanted to have a go, too.

Jill did manage to make me climax once. Of course, she was aided by the fact that the other three women decided not to just stand around and watch. Of the remaining 3 women, one started kissing my face and lips, while the other two each took one of my breasts to caress, lick, nibble, milk and suckle. They basically played with my tits in whatever manner they wished, and I was in no position or even mood to stop or deny them. I reveled in all those sensations. As I recall, Jill also took brief breaks to photograph all this wanton depravity.

Mary Lou used the strap on next, gleefully fucking my sopping pussy, while the other three shifted positions around me. Her hand gripped my waist tightly giving her the leverage to pound my body feverishly, but she ran out of stamina before I could cum. Then Zoe took over the strap on, determined to drive me to yet another orgasm. When my body was shaking and trembling, oh so very close, but not quite able to reach release, Zoe removed one hand from my waist, reaching under me. She did such marvelous, sensuous things to my swollen, sensitive clit that I understood why some women had told me that once in a while they can cum so hard that they see stars! I hoped that Jill got at least one picture of Zoe's finger at my clit, but I think it would take a movie to do justice to her actions there.

I was swooning and breathing hard through my nostrils as Marg finally had her chance to wear the strap on. I guess I was more focused on my post-orgasmic aftershocks because for a brief period of time, no one was kissing my face or playing with my breasts. That's because Marg had beckoned them back behind me and whispered that she wanted their help. I became aware that fingers were gently prying me open, but until the four women started spitting on me, I wasn't fully aware that the target of the prying and spitting was my arse hole. Gob after gob of spittle splatted around and even inside the opening. Then Marg pressed the head of the strap on, still gooey and slippery with my natural lubricant and cum juices, against my nether hole. Before I could mumble a gasping sound, she penetrated that opening and shoved the entire dildo of the strap on relentlessly into my rectum. My eyes scrunched up and I uttered a cry of pain as my arse tried to relax and accommodate the intrusion. A few tears trickled down my cheeks to my chin.

Marg did pause when I was fully stuffed, and that helped me get used to my backdoor being used. Jill took a picture that I saw later... yes one of my future visits to the town Jill saw and recognized me, inviting me to share tea with her, and at that point she was happy to show me the pictures she'd taken with her phone. And this picture showed Marg grinning triumphantly as she held that dildo fully buried in my arse. Moments later, Jill took another one with the dildo moving outward, and the tissues of my anal ring were slightly inverted as they clung to that exiting shaft! After Marg pummeled my arse for a while, I was getting so fatigued that my legs were trembling, threatening to buckle. But I guess that Marg wanted me to cum for her, so Zoe took pity on me and shoved most of her hand up inside my empty pussy. When she startled wiggling her fingers in there, those sensations, along with the one generated by the strap on were so intensified that my howl of orgasm wasn't completely stifled by the gag. So Marg had the satisfaction of feeling me climax while she was performing anal sex on me.

Since all of them felt they were satisfied, Jill untied the gag, allowing me to finally take deep breaths. They freed me from the stocks, giggling as they removed my blouse and skirt to let me dry off and cool down. Since I was wobbling on my legs, Zoe and Mary Lou supported me, backing me up against the upright post of the stocks. As they were holding me between them, Marg got alongside Zoe, and Jill found a place to prop up her cell phone for a delayed picture. Then she stepped beside Mary Lou, and the resulting image clearly showed the four grinning women that had used me so thoroughly, along with a complete front view of a fully naked me, with my hair in sweaty tangles and a weary smile on my face.

As they dispersed to go home, Marg elected herself to help me dress, and since her home was on the way out to my base, she walked with me, one arm around my waist in support. Once I felt more stable on my feet, she no longer really had to support me, but neither of us wanted to break contact. On our way, she pointed out the tea shop that she and her friends often used, so it was no surprise that it was the very shop that Jill took me to days later. She gave her friends a call, and they were able to join us, and it was while we waited for them that she managed to show me the pictures. Luckily my chair was back against a wall, so no one could be peeking over my shoulder as Jill displayed the images. Jill was even kind enough to forward a set to my phone.

Before I had to leave and travel back to the United States, the women did invite me over for an evening at Marg's house. There was a lot of nudity, since we all stripped off. With some ropes, we played at a little bondage, and the strap on got used once or twice. They voted that I should get a chance to wear it and fuck one of them. To decide which of them, they drew straws, and Jill lost. Actually, she stated that she'd 'won' because she'd used the strap on on a lot of the others, but had never felt it herself. So I fucked her doggy style at first, and then flipped her onto her back for a sort of modified missionary position, with her knees hooked over my shoulders and her feet dangling down my back so I could watch her breast movements and facial expressions as I fucked her. By the way, I made her cum in both positions.

Therefore, the evening was a sort of mini-orgy, but with a lot of caressing, cunnilingus, caring, and cuddling. And yes, of course a few more pictures were taken. So that was basically my adventure that started with those ancient stocks in the town square, and the wonderful and randy people that I encountered. I planned to get my own stocks when I got back home, but I'm sure it won't be quite the same. Later, I printed the picture of the stocks and that small shelter and have it hanging in my room at home as a thrilling reminder. Now a little more emboldened, I often check some online sites and see if any like minded people want to help me continue with my kinky explorations of this fascinating life.