Army Wife

This is a repost of an earlier version.

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They had been married 3 months and Amanda was so happy. Marriage was even better than she had expected. Bill was only the 3rd guy she had dated and he was by far the best. He was tall and lean and moved with an easy grace. He was dark complexioned, like he must have Italian or Spanish blood in him, and as the saying goes, "tall, dark and handsome," that's her guy.

When he received his draft notice they decided to get married right away. His first posting was Fort Chimo for training. They were fortunate to get PMH housing on a training base. Maybe it was because he was a little older, 27 and most recruits were not married. Amanda was 5 years younger, and thrilled to have her own home.

The 4 months of basic training went all to quickly. Then the bad news, he was being posted to an Arctic base. Since there was no hospital and few facilities wives could not go; however it was only for one year. After a tearful goodbye, Amanda watched him board a plane for the far north. She promised to write him every day.

A month later, Amanda was surprised to be called into the base commander's office. He told her bluntly to vacate her house. PMH housing was for married couples only. She was almost in tears, "But I have nowhere else to go. My husband is only a private; I can't afford to rent an apartment. Isn't there some way I could stay here until my husband returns? It's only for one year."

Was it just her imagination or was he leering at her? She knew she was good looking. She has long dark brown hair, and big boobs compared to her small waist. Amanda liked to wear her hair with a part in the centre so the bangs hang down almost touching each eye. It give her a mischievous little girl look that her husband loves, so it probably turns on other men as well; but there is only one guy she wanted to turn on and that's her husband.

"I'll see if there is anything I can do. Come back tomorrow at 5pm and we will go over to the officers club and talk further."

Amanda was worried. If she lost her house she would have to go back home and live with her parents. Neither one of them wanted her to marry Bill, so she would have to listen to all the, "I told you so's." She just had to make the commander let her stay in her house.

The next day as she got ready for her meeting, Amanda thought wearing something a little sexy might help. She had seen the way he looked at her yesterday. She wore a short skirt, a blouse with the top button undone and no bra. She tied the blouse under her breasts so that her midriff was bare.

Amanda got to his office twenty minutes early. She watched him as he ordered people around. He was so different from her husband who was rather shy. At 5pm he locked his office and took her over to the officers club. Amanda had been in the enlisted men's club once with her husband but this was sheer luxury compared to that. There were soft leather chairs, a big bar, and a stage for dancing. He ordered rum and cokes and they sat down in a booth. She guessed he could tell she was nervous because he had her down two drinks before getting down to business.

"There is one way, and only one way for you to continue to live in that house. We will soon be starting an officer's training course here, and since we don't have enough officers' quarters for all of them, we are looking at housing some in PMH housing. If you agree to accept a senior officer you can stay in your home and you would become a temporary wife for your officer. You would cook his meals, do his laundry and, look after his sexual needs."

"I couldn't do that," Amanda replied, I am a married woman."

"We pay you 100 dollars a week for looking after an officer and your rent is free. Remember, these are not enlisted men, they are officers and gentlemen. They are under a lot of stress because they have to make important decisions. You are doing your patriotic duty by giving them comfort and sexual relief while your husband is away."

"I can't do it. I would never cheat on my husband."

"Look at it this way. As long as you have a gentleman staying with you, you are making money and living rent free. Otherwise you will have to leave the base, find an apartment, and pay rent."

"But that would be adultery, wouldn't it? I love my husband."

"It's only adultery if your husband is here. This way you are making some money, keeping a good home for your husband, and looking after the needs of some nice men. When your husband gets back, you will have a nice little nest egg saved. The program does not start right away, but meanwhile you can start earning money by working as a waitress, here in the officer's club, and you are still living rent free"

"Are you sure there is no way Bill can find out? It would crush him if he knew I was having sex with other men."

"Absolutely; you have my word of honor."

"Let me think about it for a few days."

"No way, I have to have your answer right now. I have several women that would love to move into your home and play part time wife for officers. So, either agree right now or start packing."

"But, but, I..."

"No buts, yes or no, right now!"

"Ok, Ok, I'll do it."

"Good girl; that was a wise decision. Tomorrow report to Captain Arnas, the station photographer; he will take some pictures of you for the officer's companion book because the part time wives may be required to date other officers as well."

As Amanda made her way home her mind was in turmoil. Did she make the right decision? Could she even do what they expected? Still, Major Harris said that the training course would not start for a while and meanwhile all she had to do was work as a waitress and she could still stay in her house rent free. That wouldn't be so bad. Maybe the year might be up before she had to do that other stuff.

The next afternoon, wearing the same outfit she wore the day before, Amanda told Cpl. Dorkas that the captain was expecting her. He had a definite smirk on his face as he went to get Captain Arnas. A short time later the captain arrived and escorted her to his photo studio.

"Strip down to your panties while I set up the lighting."

"But it's for a temporary wife program. Shouldn't that be head and shoulders?"

"You are so naïve. I want two pictures with your panties on and two without them. Now hurry up, you are wasting my time."

She took off all her clothes except her panties and stood awkwardly in front of him.

"Put your right hand under your right breast, and your left hand on your panties with your fingers touching your pussy. Good, now open your mouth, slight smile, eyes open wide and stare at the camera. Lower your head more so you are looking up at the camera; good." The next one had her lying on the floor, on her side, panties half off, and her knees bent so her pussy was hidden. She had to have her shoulders back so her breasts were thrust out. Again Amanda had to have her mouth half open and stare up at the camera.

For the 3rd picture he wanted her panties off and kneeling with her legs spread. That was too much. She was prepared to pose for a date book but this was pornography. Amanda told him she wouldn't do that.

"Fine I'll let Major Harris know you have changed your mind and he will have your possessions thrown out on the street in the morning. I want you off base by noon and if you ever try and come back I'll have you arrested for trespassing on government property."

What else could she do but do along with his dirty picture taking. Finally it was over, she thought.

"It's customary to tip the photographer."

"I don't have any money on me. Tell me how much it is and I'll bring it tomorrow."

"I don't want money; I want a blow job."

"No way; nobody said I had to have sex with you. Haven't you humiliated me enough already?"

"No problem; I'll just send one set of pictures to your husband and another set to your parents."

That bastard; he was using the very pictures she didn't want to pose for in the first place, to blackmail her into having sex with him. She had not even sucked her husband, but now she had to do it with a complete stranger. What he did was fuck her face. He twisted her hair in his hands, jerked her head on his cock, and shot his dirty cum down her throat. Feeling totally degraded Amanda left the studio for home.

The next morning she received a phone call from Lt. Collins, the bar manager. He was short a waitress and wanted her to start right away. Her shift was from eight in the evening until two in the morning. He told her to come in a half hour early to get her uniform and have her duties explained.

Amanda arrived feeling a little apprehensive. "My name is Lt. Frank Collins, but you can call me Sir, and I run this establishment. Do what I tell you and we will get along fine. Here is your uniform." What he handed her looked more like a little girl dress that barely covered the brief panties. She really didn't want to wear it but she had gone too far to back out now. After looking her up and down he went on to explain her duties.

"Your job is to take the food and drink orders for the officers in your section. Give them good service and act friendly at all times. I pay you twenty dollars a shift, but you can make 5 times that amount in tips if you are co-operative. You know what I mean by co-operative don't you?"

"I'm not sure," Amanda replied.

"It means if a male or female officer feels you up a bit while you take their order, finish taking the order and then gently push their hand away. If they pull you on their lap and give you a kiss, kiss them back before getting off their lap. When they feel your tits or pussy, reluctantly push their hand away saying you have other tables to serve. The secret to being a good waitress is being a good actress. Make every officer feel he or she is your favorite. Make them think everything they do turns you on and you will get along just fine."

It was a long night. Whoever said, officer and a gentleman, didn't know what they were talking about. She was probed and fondled all night by those animals. It was difficult not to slap them. The other waitress, a blond bimbo called Judy, seemed to enjoy all the attention. Amanda was neither blond nor a bimbo. She had a college degree and the worst frat party she ever attended was tame compared to this.

The next afternoon she was called to attend another meeting with Lt. Collins. Three other women were there. There was Judy who she knew from the night before, and Jane another blond, and Diane a black girl. All of them were army wives who had husbands posted to isolated sites.

Lt. Collins started his lecture by saying, "We have decided to renovate the officers' lounge. To help raise money we are going to sell $25 table dance tickets. At the end of the evening for every ticket you hand in we will pay you $5. This is a wonderful opportunity for you to make some extra money. It does mean a little extra work for the four of you because I want all of you here every night, no days off, so that the officers can have a good selection to choose from.

"Now you probably don't know how to table dance, fortunately Judy does. She used to be a table dancer before she married, so she will be your trainer and manager.

"Judy, as manager I'll give you 20% of their pay meaning you will get one dollar from each dance ticket they hand in. If they don't follow your instructions, you have the right to discipline them."

"Oh goodie, thank you Frank; let me show you my appreciation."

Amanda could not believe it. She went over to Lt. Collins, dropped to her knees in front of him, and took out his cock and started giving him a sloppy blow job. After a few minutes he grabbed her head, held it tight to his groin and from the look on his face, came in her mouth. What a slut she was.

"That ladies is the proper way to give a deep throat blow job. Pay attention to Judy, she can teach the 3 of you a lot. When your husbands get home they will be thrilled at your new sexual skills."

"I have another idea Frank. (Lt. Collins was Frank to her and sir to the rest of them) At the Moonglow Club we had 3 rooms upstairs where we could take customers for intimate encounters. We would give half of the money to the club and keep the other half. I bet the four of us could make a lot of money for your club renovations that way."

"I like the way you think Judy. I will talk it over with Major Harris."

That was too much, Amanda had to speak up. "I don't know about the others, but I am not going to humiliate myself that way."

"Here are the facts Amanda; either we get full co-operation or we leave your husband in the Arctic for another year. That goes for the rest of you as well."

"Sir, sir, I'll do what you want," Diane pleaded. "Just let my husband come home."

Of course that's what they all wanted so they agreed to his demands.

Judy dressed them in shortie nightgowns and had them practice lap dancing. Lt. Collins and two other officers were the "customers." Jane, Diane and Amanda all got fucked that afternoon.

The evening was worse. Those slime balls didn't want to be teased; they had their cocks out and made the girls sit on them. Amanda was mad, sore and embarrassed. Judy seemed to be having fun doing those perverted lap dances, and Amanda noticed Judy took Lt. Collins home with her.

The next afternoon we were called in for the 3rd time. Lt. Collins was upset because some were getting fucked for the price of a lap dance. That was a huge loss of revenue for the officers club so until Major Harris got back from his trip and decided what to do there would be no more lap dances.

Meanwhile, for this evening Judy has a new idea, topless boxing. "We did this at the Moonglow club and it was very popular. The customers would cheer and clap for their favorite boxer. Since I am the most popular girl everyone will want to see me win so here is how we will make sure that happens.

"Your boxing gloves are made of velvet and stuffed with soft cotton, so I don't get hurt. My gloves are made of leather stuffed with horse hair. This allows me to punch and hurt you, which is of course, what they pay to see. They want to see bruises on your face with lots of crying and begging. I like to add black eyes, bleeding lips and lots of humiliation for their extra enjoyment."

Lt. Collins interrupted, "I am charging $50.00 a person and I expect a full house. My job is to make sure they get their moneys worth. Each one of you will spend one half hour with Judy while she trains you how to fight, when to give up and what to say when you do. Remember it's supposed to look real. Hit Judy as hard as you can; you are not going to hurt her with those soft gloves. If I am not satisfied with your performance I'll mail the photos Cpl. Dorkas took of you sucking off the photographer to your husbands. When you are not in the ring I expect you to carry out your normal waitress duties."

That evening Diane was the first to fight. The dance floor, which was elevated about 18 inches, had a rope around it to make it look like a ring. The place was packed and Lt. Collins was the ring announcer. "In this corner wearing red trunks, from Atlanta Georgia is Judy. Let's give her a big hand. In the other corner from New York City we have Diane. The winner goes on to the next bout in about an hour. Let the fight begin."

Amanda had told herself she would not watch, but she couldn't help it. Diane was hitting Judy in the body and head, not bothering her at all. Judy punched Diane in the breasts, and when she bent over in pain Judy smashed her on her nose making it bleed. Diane dropped to her knees in front of Judy saying, "I give up, please don't hit me any more."

Amanda couldn't believe it. Judy kicked Diane in the face making her fall backwards crying. Judy with a sneer on her face said, "Get back on your knees, pull down my shorts and suck me." Diane tried her best while Judy smeared her cunt all over her face. Then she grabbed Diane's hair, pulled her face tight to her cunt and bucked her hips against Diane's face. The officers were all cheering and clapping as she pushed Diane away and walked off the stage pumping her fist.

An hour later it was Amanda's turn. Wearing just boxing shorts she stepped into the ring with Judy. She was so angry at her that she promised herself she was going to hit Judy hard. "In the far corner wearing red trunks, our champion JUUUDY." Of course there was loud applause. "In the near corner from Cleveland we have Amanda."

In spite of Amanda's best efforts she could not hurt Judy. Her boxing gloves might as well have been cream puffs. During the afternoon practice she was told not to try and block Judy's punches, and her punches hurt. She seamed to concentrate on punching Amanda's face. She could feel one eye starting to swell. A hard punch caused Amanda to slip and fall. The crowd cheered.

"Get up you stupid bitch," Judy hissed. "I didn't give you the signal to fall down."

Amanda got up and continued to fight. She knew Judy's signal was to kick her in the shin, and then she was supposed to fall to her knees. Judy delayed her signal as she seemed to enjoy punching Amanda and hurting her. Finally Judy kicked Amanda and she spoke the line she had rehearsed that afternoon, "Please don't hurt me any more; I'll kiss your feet if you stop hitting me." It was humiliating to say it in rehearsal and even more degrading in front of a bunch of people.

Judy had a smile of triumph on her face. "Suck my toes first bitch." She had someone bring her a chair and she sat in the middle of the ring and stuck her foot in Amanda's face. "Suck each toe. Use lots of saliva to get my feet nice and clean." Amanda was so embarrassed, her face was beet red when Judy said, "By sucking my toes I am training her to be a good cock sucker." All the officers were cheering her performance. Finally Amanda's humiliating performance was over and she was allowed to return to her waitress duties.

Judy's final performance was with Jane. She was crying as she had to allow Judy to punch her in the face while she made soft punches to Judy's stomach. Judy must have given her signal because Jane fell flat on her back begging Judy not to hit her anymore.

Judy with an evil grin on her face said, "Pull down your shorts and finger fuck yourself." Jane was too hurt, too intimidated to do anything else but obey.

"You don't even know how to fuck yourself, do you?" Judy said delighting the audience. Pulling Jane's finger out of her pussy, Judy asked, "Do I have any volunteers from the audience to show Jane the proper way to be fucked?"

Many hands shot up. "What a bunch of horny guys! I believe you, in the blue shirt were first. Come up on stage and fuck her. Jane you had better treat him like your long lost husband or I'll beat your ass." To cheers and applause this guy fucked Jane right on stage. After he had cum in her pussy, there were many more volunteers all shouting, "Me next, me, me."

Judy let them all down easy. "Sorry fellows, only one freebee. The rest of you have to pay." While Diane and Amanda served them drinks, Judy collected $25 each and watched the gang rape of Jane.

They were given 3 days to recuperate. Other than Amanda's normal 8 to 2 shift she had nothing else to do.

Then they had to see Lt. Collins again. "Our officer training course has been delayed, so to keep the revenue flowing, Judy has come up with a new idea. I'll let her explain it to you."

"We are going to have a slave auction. Each one of you will be sold for a 3 day period to the highest bidder. These men and women are going to be paying the officers club a lot of money to be your master for 3 days, so that means you do anything they want with enthusiasm and eagerness. I want you to act loving and sexy at all times. You will not be paid for this, but by making sure your 3 day master has a good time, he or she will probably tip you. Each master will be given my phone number. If any of you displease your master he can call me and I'll come and whip you in front of him. You have no idea what pain is until you experience a beating with my bamboo cane."