NCO Trouble

[Powerdog16]

<< reserved for hereiam_1971>>

For the first moment Amn John Hammonds stepped off the plane in Iraq, he knew his life was going to change forever. Not because of the terrorists that still continued to try and wreak havoc on the base or because of the threats of terrorist plots that may or may not ever come to be. He knew his life would change forever, the moment he set his eyes on Staff Sergeant Amy Wilkinson.

He was not sure what the fuck was going on with her but when he met her a month ago after immediately getting off the plane, she had treated him like shit. Giving him the shift during the hottest parts of the day, making him PT twice a day whereas everyone else in her flight ran once a way. Any crap details that came along, she gave to John. The latest in a series of bad tasks was being sent out to dig a ditch to lay network cable to one of the outer buildings. It was crap like that that made him realize one thing... SSgt Amy Wilkinson hated him and to boot... he had grown to hate her too!

He tried desperately to stay as far away from her as he could during his off time but inevitably he was forced to deal with her too. He had even complained to her boss, Master Sergeant Paul Donaldson and as expected, he did nothing at all to stop her. John often thought that perhaps Paul was getting a little on the side with Amy or something... because when the two of them were together, they were happy and good as gold... it was just when she was with me did she turn on him on a dime...

He stepped into his comm unit and immediately found that he had a parcel to take to SSgt Wilkinson and gasped. He had tried to talk to some of the other airmen to get them to do it but of course all of them had said no way... so he was stuck.

The SSgt was working in the auxiliary site alone, presumably working on setting up the backup network by herself... so he was not expecting what he saw when he finally walked up to the trailer... opened the door and stepped inside to find her... pleasing herself to the sound of domination movies...

 

[hereiam_1971]

SSgt Amy Wilkins was on her second tour to Iraq. She had reenlisted and been promoted three months ago, right before she was assigned to 407th Air Expeditionary Group and sent to Ali Air Base. Her last tour had been Kirkuk Air Base, and the conditions here were much more primitive than the dorm style living at Kirkuk. At least she had her own CHU as there were few other enlisted women personnel on base.

She was in charge of thirty Airmen, responsible for the upkeep of the communications equipment for the base. Her unit was very efficient and she rarely had to give more but the daily reports to her superior MSgt Donaldson. Most of her reports were excellent soldiers, and overall her job was fairly laid back. However, like anyplace else, she did have her “problem children.”

The first was AB Steve Carey. AB Carey was one of those people that she considered a permenant E1. No matter how much counseling or help she gave him, he managed to find himself in trouble. Petty theft and insubordination were present throughout his SRB, he had had three Page 13 entries in his year and a half in the Air Force, and she fully expected that one more incident and he would find himself at a General Court Marshal.

Her other problem was Amn John Hammonds. Amn Hammonds on all appearances seemed to be an ideal serviceman. He was in good physical shape, good at his job and overall very gung ho about being in Iraq. However, he was strikingly similar to a ghost from her past and that both scared her and late at night, when she was in her rack by herself, titillated her.

Sean O’Connell had been her boyfriend for her entire time in high school. And he had been her twin brother Alex’s best friend. They had all three grown up in Huntington Beach California, and the three of them had spent their entire lives together; going to school, surfing, and partying the two boys had always been in her life. Then the day they had graduated high school, Alex had convinced Sean to join the Marines with him and serve their country.

Amy had decided to go to college in San Diego on a volleyball scholarship, so that she could be close to her brother and her lover. The three months they had been in boot camp, was, at the time, the hardest part of her life, but they had graduated and she had joined them at MCRD for graduation, and afterwards had sat in the tattoo parlor while they got their bulldog tattoo’s and they had talked her into getting one as well. The sun setting over a beach, with three surfers in the waves, was imprinted on her lower back, Sean holding her hand through the pain, which she had found sexually exhilarating.

She started college as they attended SOI at Camp Pendleton, and two weeks before they were to graduate, Alex had convinced Sean to sneak off base and the three of them saw Avenged Sevenfold in San Diego. That night, and she was never sure of the circumstances, Alex had turned on Sean, and Sean was brought up on charges for conduct unbecoming. Thus, two weeks later, when they graduated, Alex found himself in Japan on barracks duty and Sean was sent to Iraq.

The falling out had put her in a bad spot, her lifelong boyfriend versus her brother. Sean wrote her everyday, telling her of patrols though exotic sounding locales like Fallujah and Al Anbar. She knew he was a good marine and the situation between Sean and her brother still perplexed her. However, for every dangerous situation Sean wrote her about, he seemed to come through unscathed. Then one day, she had a call from Karen, Sean’s mother.

Three weeks before he was scheduled to return home, Sean’s vehicle had been hit by a roadside IED, killing Sean and two other Marines, and wounding six others in the vehicle. She had called her brother, but he had been unmoved by the death of their friend. He was still in Japan, and hadn’t even returned to attend the funeral.

She had went to the armed forces recruiter the next day and enlisted in the Air Force. Leaving her scholarship and starting position on the team behind, she went to Texas for basic training and then on to her school in Biloxi Mississippi. She had requested the opportunity to serve in Iraq, she wanted to see the place where Sean had died, and six months after she graduated from the top of her class, she was sent to Kirkuk Air Base.

Her first year in Iraq had been uneventful until two months before she was to return to the United States, her own HUMVEE had been struck by an explosive device on the road between Baghdad and Kirkuk. The blast had killed the driver and the Staff Seargeant sitting directly behind him. She herself had received minor injuries, except for a large laceration from a piece of flying shrapnel, for which she had received a Purple Heart, and an end to her rotation in Iraq. The medal and the fact that she seemed to excel at her job resulted in her early promotion to E-5 and her request to return to Iraq was also granted.

The first two months had gone by uneventfully, the country was different from when she was there two years ago. The drawdown of troops, and the training of the Iraqis seemed to transform the whole country, though she couldn’t tell if it was for the better or the worse. Then about a month ago, she had looked up to find MSgt Paul Donaldson, handing her the SRB’s for three new transfers.

She had driven to Baghdad to pick up the new transfers. The first two seemed to be average airmen, nervous at their first time in country, but Amn John Hammonds struck her as different from the moment she saw him getting off the plane. It wasn’t his looks that reminded her of Sean, but it was the way he walked, like he had the world by the balls. His swagger, his mannerisms, his everything reminded her of Sean O’Connell.

Over the last month, she had tried to distance herself from everything John Hammonds. For some reason she found herself assigning him to the “shit” details, finding reasons to make him dislike her. Though even as she tried to find reasons not to like the man, she seemed to find herself thinking of him, a lot. Especially at night, when she was in her rack, and thinking, she saw him as she touched herself; his face had started to blur into view from Sean’s as she brought herself to an orgasm.

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This morning, Amy had led her flight through the morning PT regiment. She was a stickler for physical fitness, and always tried to lead her team above what was required. Now she stood in the shower, letting the water wash off the sand and sweat from her body. While they were still in formation, she had assigned the mornings tasks from a clipboard she had placed outsider her CHU. Though she knew she was in the wrong, she had again sent Amn Hammond up to check the cables along the flightline, knowing that the wind and the planes would create a virtual sandstorm all along the runways.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she toweled off. She was tall, almost six feet and she kept herself in top condition. She had always been lean, years of swimming and surfing had kept her fit, and she maintained a good physical regiment, even here in Iraq.

She kept her red hair at regulation length, even with her collar, and the sun accentuated her freckles, which ran down her neck and over her chest. She counted her tattoo’s, nine counting the one she had gotten with Alex and Sean. The feel of the needle still turned her on, and some of the best sex she had had was after getting inked. Six stars ran down her right forearm, one for each of the six years she had known Sean. On her left shoulder, she had the mascot for San Deigo state, the Aztec, from her time as a volleyball player. Her final tattoo was on her left arm, and was the symbol for the Air Force done in blue, in the exact place her brother and Sean had gotten their EGAs. Her hazel eyes went to the faint scar which ran down her right cheek, evidence from her near brush with death two years earlier.
She donned her ABU’s, leaving her hair combed straight. She stepped out of the showers, into the heat of the day. She had to check a container which had arrived over the night from Kirkuk, hopefully containing some replacement fiber optic cabling they had ordered a week ago. As she entered the container, her cell phone chimed with an incoming message. Checking her e-mail, she saw a message from her brother. These days he was still in the Corps, a drill instructor, and most of what he sent her was dirty jokes or pornographic videos forwarded on from some other Marine someplace.

She was about to hit the delete button, but for some reason scrolled down the message to the link. Sex and Submission – Foreign Lands was the title of the video. Turning her iphone on its side she double clicked it and the video popped up. The initial screen was a scary looking building, like something in Saw or Hostel, but soon the video was anything but a mid budget horror film. Though she had the sound down, it was of a French girl in some prison someplace for what appeared to be drugs. Two guards tied her up in various poses and then gangbanged her.

As she watched, she felt herself grow wet. Glancing around quickly and seeing that no one could see her as there were spools of cabling at the front of the conex box, she undid her belt and unbuttoned the pants to her EDU’s. Slipping a hand down them, she watched as the girl was repeatedly fucked by both men, sometimes at the same time, while being bound to stairs and the bars of her cell. While the girl was forced to suck one man, the other man fucked her ass repeatedly. Watching the scene Amy found that her fingers were buried deep in her pussy as her eyes were fixated on the tiny screen.

Pushing her pants and panties down, so she could finger herself, she heard a sound behind her, coming from the entrance to the conex box. Quickly, she withdrew her fingers, but she could smell her sex in the air, and the video was still playing on her i-phone, propped up on a crate of equipment where she could see it while she jilled off. Looking behind her, as she tried to pull of her pants and panties, which were entangled at her knees, she saw Amn John Hammonds watching her.

 

[Powerdog16]

John only took a few minutes to realize what had happened and he quickly reached to his pocket and snapped 4 pictures of her scrambling around trying to cover herself up! He could see anger growing in her eyes and he knew he had to act fast... take charge if he were to survive this encounter! Fear rose up in him only a moment, fear of retribution and rage coming from the one bitch on the base who already seemed hell bent on destroying him and making his life miserable!

As she pulled her pants up, he looked at his camera and realized he had the answer... right here... He fear quickly vanished as a plan began to form in his mind. In the manner of a few seconds, his fear had been completely replaced with something else. Revenge. He had something on her now. Something that could potentially bring an end to the bitch's career...

He shot his eyes towards her as she was nearly completley dressed and raised the phone up to show her what he had and said, "Stop moving. NOW!" He caught a brief pause from her as he slid his finger to the address book and pulled up MSgt Donaldson's email and then slid his hand to the send button. He said, "You think I am fucking kidding!?!?! Put your hands down. NOW Sergeant!"

The next few moments would determine the ultimate direction of what would happen next. Either she flinched and he hit the button, sending pictures to her boss... or she stopped and listened to what he had to say. The moment seemed to stretch out for an eternity as she stood frozen, her thighs and ass still hanging out of her pants. He watched her eyes narrow and he arched his and waved the camera in front of her and said, "All I have to do is hit send... and your career is over. Your precious little ball busting career. You think I won't do it? Try me..."

He had the most intense stare on his face which only JUST matched hers. But it was in those moments, her eyes began to soften... a look of defeat seemed to grow.... She released her pants and panties and he let his eyes shift down only a moment to see them falling back to her ankles. His eyes shifted over to the movie that she had been playing too and smiled. Perfect... she was a sub... down deep. His eyes shifted back to her legs and the thin trail of her cum on the inner left thigh was proof of it.

He eased back to the door, put his hand on the door handle and then hit the lock, ensuring they would not be disturbed. His eyes shifted back up to her and said, "Good. Now that i have your attention... ma'am... It would appear now that your career... your very honor itself is on the line. Held in the hands of the very Airman who you have busted the chops of since the moment I stepped off that fucking plane. Why ... what the fuck did I do to piss you off so bad as to work me harder than everyone else?"

 

[hereiam_1971]

As Amy whirled around to confront Hammonds, while she bent over to grab the waistband of her EDU pants, and began to pull them up. ‘How long had he been standing there,’ she thought, her temper starting to rise, after all she had sent him out along the flight line today. What the hell was he doing here?
She had just started to tug the pants over her ass, when she heard him speak. "Stop moving. NOW!"

She looked up at him as he raised his voice. She gave him a ‘what the fuck’ look and then she stopped short when she saw the phone in his hand, the camera screen showing her from behind the box to her left. Her pants around her ankles and two fingers up her cunt; she could feel herself start to redden, and she watched in horror as he flipped the phone around and started typing something in.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Airman?” She challenged him.

He ignored her for a second more, and then looked up, a sly smile on his face. Slowly he waved the phone in front of her, letting her see the screen as it flashed by her. She couldn’t quite make out the text on the screen but it looked like he had typed in an e-mail address in the addressee section of an e-mail. His smile widened as he answered her. A shiver ran down her back as she recognized it as MSgt Donaldson. Hammonds replied, the smile turning into a sneer. "You think I am fucking kidding!?!?! Put your hands down. NOW Sergeant!"

She stared at him for a moment searching for the right course of action. Could she intimidate him into putting the phone down; take command of the situation. However as she scanned his face she decided that he was set on this. The consequences of him sending that picture flashed through her mind. Conduct Unbecoming or Dereliction of Duty charges went through her head, she might be able to argue that she was off duty, but the date and time stamp would disprove that. Steeling her resolve she met his eyes, hoping that she wasn’t showing any fear.

He met them right back. Again he waved the camera at her, the smile still on his face. He had lost all semblance of her lost Sean, instead he now reminded her of her brother, the last time she had seen him, his eyes hard and full of hate. He spoke again, a hard edge to his voice. "All I have to do is hit send... and your career is over. Your precious little ball busting career. You think I won't do it? Try me..."

Something in his voice scared her. The infallible SSgt Wilkins let go of the belt to her pants, letting them fall back down around her ankles. Her simple cotton briefs started to follow, but were caught at her knees. She stood in front of him half naked, a twinge of fear coursed through her body, as she tried to read his next action. The smile was still on his face, but his eyes were anything but jovial.

She saw his glance at the video she had been watching. Her face burned hot, as she heard the girl in the video moaning from the double penetration on the tiny screen, and the two men fucking her calling her a whore and a slut. His eyes sparkled, as he looked down at her bare thighs; maybe it was the reflection of light through the door, but she wasn’t sure.

Then he turned away from her and closed the door to the conex box, pushing them into darkness, the only light coming from the screen on her i-phone and the screen from the phone in his hand. She heard him move one of the portable lights across the floor of the steel container, and when it flicked on, she was momentarily blinded. He moved to sit on one of the crates, his eyes still traveling up and down her half nude body.

"Good. Now that i have your attention... ma'am... It would appear now that your career... your very honor itself is on the line. Held in the hands of the very Airman who you have busted the chops of since the moment I stepped off that fucking plane. Why ... what the fuck did I do to piss you off so bad as to work me harder than everyone else?" He seemed to spit the words to her.

Amy felt like he had struck her. She thought back to all of the things she had ordered this man to do. Searching through her mind, she couldn’t come up with an answer. All semblance of her lover was gone from Amn. Hammonds, instead she saw her twin. She didn’t think that anything she said would stop him from sending that picture, ruining the one thing she had loved since that sunny day when she had stood by Sean’s grave site and watched the grave diggers throw dirt into the hole.

Mustering up her courage and trying to find her command voice, she replied to him. “Amn Hammonds, I have treated you no different than I treated any other non-rated personnel who reports to me. I’m sorry you don’t feel that there is equal treatment, but I feel I’m a fair and impartial leader.”

 

[Powerdog16]

“Amn Hammonds, I have treated you no different than I treated any other non-rated personnel who reports to me. I’m sorry you don’t feel that there is equal treatment, but I feel I’m a fair and impartial leader.”

"Bullshit... ma'am!" John barked back almost instantly! He walked towards her as he slowly closed his phone and stuffed it into his pocket. He walked towards her and reached to her phone, picking it up and looked at it. He watched as the woman screamed out in another orgasm! He looked over at her and then turned the movie back towards her.

He said, "You know, this kind of makes sense. A tough as nails bitch who likes to control everything. Somewhere down deep inside... in those places where no one else can see... that dark recesses of your mind... you are a submissive... a slave... aren't you...?"

All he got from her was her eyes shifting to one side. He smiled and said, "You are a little slave. Funny thing is... I am just the opposite..."

He turned to walk away a moment... stopping at the door and then paused a moment, shifting his head to the side, looking back at her. He could see she was scared... no... terrified with what he would do. He stuffed his hand into his pocket and felt that phone once again for reassurance.

He then said, "For two months, you have PT'd me twice as hard as any two people on this flight, despite having a 97 on my PT scores. When you give out morning details, you always send me out to the hardest, dirtiest, filthiest longest tasks out there while everyone else sits in nice air conditioned rooms playing video games."

He spun around and said, "And you know... normally... I wouldn't have had a problem with this... if I knew why you were punishing me and YES... You are punishing me... always have since I stepped onto this base."

He walked back towards her, still holding her phone in his hand. The woman, though covered in cum from the two men, was being strapped up to a post and about to get whipped with a cat-o-nine... John paused and waited for her to take the first whipping and then slammed the phone shut... shoving it into his pocket as well. He said, "That sounded like that hurt. I take it... this is what turns you on? Being forced? Being dominated?"

He slid a hand down between her thighs... down just above her knee. He watched her jerk at his motion and said, "You will stay perfectly still... or I will send those pictures... and while I am at it... your phone to the boss. Do NOT move..." He watched her trembling as he moved his hand to her inner thigh, about 3 inches above her knee and moved two fingers up her leg a few inches, then pulling back and revealing a nice sweet line of juices going down her leg.

He leaned his fingers to his mouth... letting his tongue taste her juices a moment and then said, "Sweet as a Georgia peach." He smiled at her and said, "This is who you are... isn't it."

He made a glance towards the door... and then back to her and said, "Now... strip. Take off your clothes... right now..."

 

[hereiam_1971]

Confident that she could take back control, she finished her response to him with an air of authority. He shattered it instantly, with a reprimand. He seemed to consider the photo on the phone for a moment, then slid the phone into one of the pockets on his trousers, as he approached her. She winced as he got nearer, but instead of touching her, he brushed past her to her own phone, propped up on the crate. Picking it up, he watched the movie, and she heard moans in the tiny speakers. He glanced up from the phone to her and commented.

"You know, this kind of makes sense. A tough as nails bitch who likes to control everything. Somewhere down deep inside... in those places where no one else can see... that dark recesses of your mind... you are a submissive... a slave... aren't you...?"

His words stunned her, more than the fact that she had been caught masturbating while on duty. She thought back to the original e-mail. Why hadn’t she just deleted it like she did most of the things her brother sent her. Most times when Alex sent her porn and racial jokes and she never really look at them, but somehow this title had drew her attention – Sex and Submission.

She thought back to her few sexual escapades, all with Sean. Sex with him had been fantastic, he hadn’t been domineering, in fact they had been pretty much on level ground she thought. Yet she knew that her most intense orgasms came when he had her face down on the bed, while he fucked her from behind. Yet there was no way she was submissive.

She had always been a take charge kind of woman; in control. She had been the guide in boot camp, top of her tech school, quickly gained her 5-skill level, and been promoted well ahead of the rest of her peers. Playing sports, she had always been a dominant player, captain of the high school volleyball team as well as the squadron team back stateside.

Hammonds obviously saw she was working through this, because he reiterated, the smile returning to his face. "You are a little slave. Funny thing is... I am just the opposite..."

He turned and started walking towards the door, his eyes still on the screen of her phone. She was hoping he would just set it down and walk out the door, leaving the situation alone. Sure, he would still have the photo, but she thought ‘I can play it safe, give him some cushy jobs, let up on him.’ She would never forget his eyes and that smile as he had humiliated her, here in the confines of this small steel box, but she could get through that.

But, then he stopped at the door to the box. She watched him check his pocket for his phone, and heard him say softly. "For two months, you have PT'd me twice as hard as any two people on this flight, despite having a 97 on my PT scores. When you give out morning details, you always send me out to the hardest, dirtiest, filthiest longest tasks out there while everyone else sits in nice air conditioned rooms playing video games."

He turned to look at her, and involuntarily, she shuddered, when she realized that he had no intention of “dropping it”.

He continued as he walked back towards her, her phone still in his hand and the screen showing the woman now bound to a pole, one of the men about to lash her with a leather whip. He turned the phone over again, as she heard a smack from the speakers, and watched it for a few more moments. Hitting the end button, he pocketed her phone as well.

Glancing at her again, his eyes roaming down her naked thighs and legs, he looked up and commented in a mocking voice. "That sounded like that hurt. I take it... this is what turns you on? Being forced? Being dominated?"

He had moved to within arms reach, his hand sliding down the inside of her thigh, she trembled, surely from fear, but as she felt his presence she sensed another emotion. The tell tale tingling in her stomach signaled her that she was also somewhat enjoying Hammonds hand between her legs. She tensed, her leg flexing slightly, and he looked up at her, a look of annoyance on his face. "You will stay perfectly still... or I will send those pictures... and while I am at it... your phone to the boss. Do NOT move..."

Hammonds continued to rub the inside of her thigh, slowly creeping up closer and closer to her wet sex. She knew she had to be dripping no, she felt so turned on by his touch. She knew he felt her wetness too, it was dripping down the inside of her legs, and when he found it his touches began to glide along her skin, lubricated by her own juices.

Abruptly he took his hand away, and sucked her off of his fingers. His smiled again, that strange smile, then said perplexingly "This is who you are... isn't it." She contemplated his words, still not quite grasping his meaning, when she looked up again, his features seemed to harden, and he commanded her, "Now... strip. Take off your clothes... right now..."

Amy stood there for a second looking at him. His eyes were again focused on her nakedness. She again through that she could try to pull rank on him, and try to make him return her phone, but the look on his face told her that he would send that picture and seriously fuck up her career. She met his eyes, and said in a soft voice.

“Please, please Hammonds, don’t do this. I beg you please.”

 

[Powerdog16]

“Please, please Hammonds, don’t do this. I beg you please.”

Hammonds felt a moment's hesitation. Just a moments... what was he doing? He was about to do something even worse to her than her own crime... wasn't he? What would happen to him if they were caught? But then again...

He eyes hardened once more and glared at her speaking in a dangerously menacing voice, "You... beg me?" He paused as if thinking more about this very statement. There was potential in that statement. He said, "You beg me... huh?"

His hand was quick... far quicker than expected from either of them, based on the shock in her eyes! His hand was at her neck, clamping down and pushing her up against the wall. He rammed a knee between her legs enough to keep them seperated, while his other hand clamped down on her left wrist! Of course this left her right wrist free, which seemed to move to her neck as he said, "I am not going to hurt you... Put your hand down! NOW!!!"

The glares continued until she finally did as he demanded of her. He let out a dark smile and said, "You are going to beg me alright. Beg me to keep this little secret of ours secret. You know what is going to happen if I spill the beans... don't you?" He clamped down just a bit tighter, but still letting her breath... "Don't you?" he reiterated...

Hammonds said, "You have put me through hell for 2 months now without mercy or remorse and you now beg for the very thing you denied me so long? Do you even remember my visits to your office asking for relief and being denied?!?! Do you???"

He left her left wrist go and said, "Put your wrists over your head... press them against the wall.." He watched and waited as his hand slid down to the soft of her tummy, down between her legs once again. His fingers touched her clit and felt it literally recoil inside her. He saw her body involuntarily arch towards him and her eyes close a moment. He said, "Begging for me not to do this is a waste of breath. But... you will beg for me though... Beg with your body for me to keep your little secret. Beg for me to fuck that cunt of yours... and then... only then... might I listen..."

He glared at her further and said, "Now... do what I told you to do... Strip... now! Put your clothes in a pile... over there... " He tipped his head to a darkened corner as he stepped back and let her neck go...

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy waited her body trembling as she watched him consider her request. Hammonds seemed to be pondering her request, mulling it over in his mind. She was beginning to think that he had decided to let her go, give her a reprieve, when he looked in her eyes and his hand found her throat. The powerful fingers started to clamp down as he put his weight into pushing her back against the wall of the conex box.

She fell backwards the EDU trousers tripping her up as she tried to keep her feet under her. He hissed in her face as he propelled her backwards, "You beg me... huh?" He used his knee to push her legs as far apart as the panties, still around her knees would allow, the hand not on her throat pushing her hand up against the hot steel wall of the container. Her free arm flailed, trying to pull his hand off of her throat, his grasp wasn’t tight, but the psychological aspect made her breath quicken. She looked into his eyes, and tried to mouth the word “Please”.

He responded, his mouth so close to her face that she felt the spittle against her tongue and face as he spoke to her, his voice menacing and low. "I am not going to hurt you... Put your hand down! NOW!!!" She continued to hold onto the hand that was around her throat. His knee pressed her legs farther apart and she felt her panties dig into her knees, as they stretched taut. She released his wrist, as she caught a whiff of his scent again and her emotions began swinging from terrified to stimulated. She felt her nipple harden against the soft sports bra she wore under her t-shirt and blouse.

AS she hesitantly lowered her hand he caught her eyes and gave her another one of his dark smiles. "You are going to beg me alright. Beg me to keep this little secret of ours secret. You know what is going to happen if I spill the beans... don't you?" Before she could respond, he increased the pressure on her throat. He repeated, "Don't you?"

She nodded vigorously, her chin hitting his wrist, as he continued with his tirade. His breath was hot in her face, and his eyes seemed to gleam in the light of the electric light which illuminated the room. Releasing her wrist he ordered her, "Put your wrists over your head... press them against the wall..”

From the look in his eyes, she knew he was serious; he was so close to sending the picture to MSgt Donaldson. Hesitantly she complied, stretching both arms up over her head, interlocking her fingers. With his eyes still fixed on hers, she felt his hand slide down the front of her blouse, pausing to feel her stomach, and then travel across her mound and down. His finger found her clit, and rubbed it gently. She felt her legs buckle as the stimulation coursed through her and she closed her eyes and arched backwards against the steel wall. “Please, John, please don’t,” She whined, her voice thick, as his finger continued its manipulations.

He hissed into her face, "Begging for me not to do this is a waste of breath... But... you will beg for me though... Beg with your body for me to keep your little secret. Beg for me to fuck that cunt of yours... and then... only then... might I listen." He stepped back a step, leaving her stretched out against the wall. His look never softened as he continued to command her. "Now... do what I told you to do... Strip... now! Put your clothes in a pile... over there... "

Slowly, she lowered her arms. Her pussy was so wet, and the throbbing of need was like butterflies in her stomach. However, she refused to let him know how horny he had made her. The thoughts of the girl bound and fucked on the video kept flashing through her mind, as she slowly stepped in the direction that he pointed. She bent over to draw her trousers and panties up so that she wouldn’t have to shuffle.
She stood in the corner, her back towards him, as she began to slowly unbutton the blouse, and neatly folded it and put it where indicated. He saw her back trembling as she slowly raised the tan t-shirt up and over her shoulders, exposing the surf scene tattoo on her lower back. She stood there, her tan sports bra crossing across her shoulders. Again she folded the shirt and placed it on top of the blouse. She then sat down on a crate next to the pile, and began to unlace her boots, her trousers hanging low on her thighs.

 

[Powerdog16]

John watched her as she began to peel off the uniform and smiled. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone and as she set the last piece of clothing down, he said, "Now... turn around..."

She slowly and hesitantly did as he instructed and he finally got the full monty of her. She was absolutely magnificant! Her body was as perfect as one could get. He had never really understood why people got tattoos though. He had known too many friends who had gotten them and immediately regretted it. He had no tattoos on his body personally and he was proud of that. He didn't need ink to remind him of his past.

His eyes shifted down her body, her naked trembling body and he raised up his camera and said, "Say cheese..." He snapped four more pictures of her standing there. He said, "Just to be on the safe side and all..."

He said, "Now, you like to masturbate to women being dominated right? Of course you do..." He walked over to one of her chairs and said, "Good. Take a seat... right here..." He slid the chair towards her.

Once she did as she was told, he pulled his own belt off, wrapping it around her left ankle and the chair armrest several times, which forced this leg open wide. He took her belt off and did the same with her right leg, forcing her hips to be spread moderataly wide... so far as the armrests would let her.

He moved over to her boots and picked up two velcro blousing straps from her items and then returned to her. He said, "Are you right handed or left?" He heard her indicate which hand she was and he took her weaker arm and move it behind her on the chair, using the blousing straps to secure her to the back chair leg.

He stepped backed and liked what he saw and said, "Okay. Good... Good... " He stared over her and said, "This is about as dominated as you can get at the moment. You should have no trouble performing for me... and the camera." He pulled out his camera once again, powered it up and then sat down across from her, in a chair opposite of her. He had full view of everything she had to offer.

He took two pictures and then said, "So... finish what it was you were doing. Now... slave." He gazed at her as she wrestled with the task he was pushing on her. He was sure it was nothing like she expected. He figured she probably expected him to just fuck her and move on.

On thing that John had learned growing up was that when you were given a gift, you never just tear into it, play with it and then throw it away. He had never understood that about his brothers. He took the time to savor the gift, from the wrapping papers, to the opening of the box. He took his time with his toys and utilized them to the fullest. As he looked at Amy who still sat there unsure what to do, he knew she was his gift and he would use her to the fullest.

John could see tears roll down her eyes and he realized that she was reaching some inward breaking point. He could see the hesitation and fear and he slid off his chair and moved towards her. Her eyes opened as he put his hand on her free wrist and secured it to the armrest for the moment. He took his other hand and slid it up to her neck and clamped down on it again.

He could have done anything he wanted with her at that moment. Anything at all. She was his toy. But she was not an object without feelings or emotions. He knew that if he played his cards right with her, she would learn to savor these moments and not just fear of being blackmailed.

He said, "Look at me... in my eyes... there you go..." He leaned in closer and said, "I know your scared. I know you are afraid of what I am going to do. You have just cause to be scared because down deep you know you have treated me unfairly for so long and you are about to pay for it. Let me reassure you that as long as you do what I say, when I say it, you are safe with me and those pictures never make it to the public. Think of this experience as ... living out the fantasies you have feared to think about."

He moved his hand from her neck down to her breasts, massaging each one of them firmly, before sliding down to her open and wet mound. He dipped two fingers inside her and thrust deeply down into her moist tunnel. He said, "You are VERY turned on by not having control anymore as much as it terrifies you to admit." He curled his fingers inside her, feeling her hips shift to adjust for him and then pulled out. He took another long lick of her juices and said, "I can't wait to have my turn in there... but... first, you have a job to do."

Slowly he slid her free hand to her mound and took two of her fingers and slid them inside her. He said, "Masturbate... for your Master..."

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy finished removing her boots, and slid the trousers and her panties the rest of the way to the floor. She looked up again, for just a moment, her eyes pleading for him to stop, but saw no reprieve in his eyes. She carefully folded the trousers, and placed the panties on top of the pile of clothing. She stood, crossing her legs, as if to hide her sex, and slowly removed the sports bra. She felt his eyes take her in, and for some reason being this exposed to Amn John Hammonds turned her on.

She saw him frown as his eyes scanned her tattoos, but aside from he couldn’t take his eyes from her bare body. They lingered on her breasts, and she glanced down, mortified to see that nipples were stiff little disks centered on her light areolas. She glanced at him again, and she was mortified to find that she was craving his approval. He slid his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of her standing in the dim light of the work lamp. “Say cheese,” he said, as he quickly snapped off more pictures, "Just to be on the safe side and all..."

The camera slid back in the cargo pocket of his uniform, as he stepped closer to her. He took her by the bicep, she wanted to recoil from the touch, but it was surprisingly gentle, it put her off balance. "Now, you like to masturbate to women being dominated right? Of course you do..." he nonchalantly said as he pushed her to a chair, which was set facing a small desk made of crates, obviously left by some supply nonrated in Kirkuk. She shied away, but his voice seemed to be extraordinarily calm as he pushed her into the chair. "Good. Take a seat... right here..."

She trembled as she saw him start to work the belt to his ABU’s. He continued looking down at her nude body, his face impassive again. As the webbing came loose of the loops with a scnick he knelt down between her legs. Grasping her right leg just below the knee he pushed it up. She resisted, pushing with her calf muscles back against his hand, but he set his knees against the floor of the box and pushed up until her knee touched the hard plastic of the armrest. Quickly, he wrapped the belt around both her leg and the armrest.

Pushing the left leg up, like the right, she saw he had picked up her trousers as he had escorted her to the chair. Both the belt and her pants quickly bound her other knee to the chair. She was spread open to him, and while her body trembled, she hadn’t been so sexually exited in her life. He pulled the blousing straps from the that were bundled with her belt from her left leg, and slid behind her. He whispered in her ear, "Are you right handed or left?"

“Right,” she said, more automatically than in a true response, and felt him pull her left hand behind the chair, wrapping it with the Velcro blousing bands. As he released her arm, she tried to reach the bonds with her right hand, but it remained just out of reach.

"Okay. Good... Good... “ she heard him, s she struggled, he moved in front of her again, the cell phone materializing in his hand. She heard the almost inaudible click of the camera as he caught her at her most vulnerable.

"This is about as dominated as you can get at the moment. You should have no trouble performing for me... and the camera." The camera continued to click, as she sat in the hard chair, her wet pussy bared and spread open for him.

She took in a breath; she was waiting for him to disrobe. Thinking about the statistics she had sat through at NCO school, the ones about rapes not reported, she vowed to forget this whole scene as soon as it was over. No matter how turned on she was, this wasn’t the way she wanted to break her celibacy vow, the one she had made to herself six years ago when she had watched her soul mate buried. This wouldn’t be cheating on Sean.

"So... finish what it was you were doing. Now... slave,” he barked at her. She looked up, confusion in her eyes. She felt tears begin to well in her eyes as she thought about the situation. While there was nothing she could do, the bonds were not that restrictive, but he had the pictures. She knew she was strong, she had been to this hellhole of a country before, and nothing could beat that year here. Yet, this was not of her own choosing, was it?

She thought back on the video Alex had sent her. What had made her push the open button, every other piece of smut he had sent her she had deleted, what made her open this one? At the same time what made her single out Hammonds? She tried to think through all of these things as she realized one thing. She didn’t have a clue what she was or what she wanted.

She sniffled as she caught her breath. She felt him kneel down close to her, she smelled his scent, felt his breath, and she murmured. “What do you want from me Hamm… John?”

His voice was soft, "Look at me... in my eyes... there you go..." Involuntarily her eyes met his, and while she still saw a flick of something harsh, she also saw something soft. He continued, "I know your scared. I know you are afraid of what I am going to do. You have just cause to be scared because down deep you know you have treated me unfairly for so long and you are about to pay for it. Let me reassure you that as long as you do what I say, when I say it, you are safe with me and those pictures never make it to the public. Think of this experience as ... living out the fantasies you have feared to think about."

“What fantasy?” she asked, her voice soft, refusing to give in to the emotions. Her body was now trembling, not from the fear of what he could do, but what she wanted him to do. She shifted in the chair as she felt his hand against her breast, his thumb stimulating each nipple as it traveled further down her body. It crossed her stomach, and she let out a soft throaty noise, then she felt him invade her. His fingers were rough, weather beaten from the harsh environment of the Tigris Euphrates. He caught her tender flesh, and filled her wet pussy with fingers. She moaned louder, as she pushed against his finger with her cunt.

"You are VERY turned on by not having control anymore as much as it terrifies you to admit." He hissed the words, his voice that harsh sound she had heard off and on all afternoon, but she found her nodding her head. Every move he made sent tinges of electricity through her body; she tensed and tried to pull his fingers deeper in her wet cunt, the muscles following her subconscious reflexes. She tried to push his fingers deeper into her, but the bonds held her tight. "I can't wait to have my turn in there... but... first, you have a job to do."

She looked up at him pleadingly, as she felt him take her free hand. He maneuvered it down to her sex, and selecting her middle finger, pushed it against her own cunt. She looked at him, his eyes focused on hers, relying on memory as he pressed the finger into her wet opening. She gasped, and leaned forward, her mouth only inches from his, her finger finding its own way through his grip. "So... finish what it was you were doing. Now... slave."

He pushed another finger from her hand into her soaking pussy and she caught her breath. He released her hand, but brought his other one up to press her shoulder back. She worked her fingers in and out of her pussy, her eyes still locked on his.

He stepped back, and dropped his gaze to her busy fingers. The look in his face didn’t change, but his eyes flickered back lust. She continued to manipulate her lips, opening them up so that she could fit her fingers into the slick tunnel. She pushed her legs apart, the belt biting into her knee as she spread open for him, her fingers opening herself up. Her pinky pressed against her anus, and lubricated by her fluids emanating from her vagina, slid it in.

She thought of Hammonds, no she thought of John, getting off the plane; she thought of using these same fingers late at night, thinking she was getting off on the memory of Lcpl Sean O’Connell, but really using John Hammonds for her masturbatory tool.

Amy looked up, catching his eyes, as she begged. “John. Please John. Fuck me.”

 

[Powerdog16]

“John. Please John. Fuck me.”

John smiled slowly. He had her completely in his power if she were begging him to fuck her. It had to be one of the most satisfying experiences in his entire life! The woman whom he thought hated his guts and treated him like shit since he got off that plane was not begging him to fuck her. She was at his beckon and call and he longed to just tear open his pants and do that very thing! Every nerve ending in his body screamed to do it...

"No... Amy." He whispered back as he moved in closer to her face. He saw her fingers stop moving and said, "I never said to stop masturbating! Keep going..." He glanced down and saw her fingers go back to moving once again. He could see the worry creep into her face once again. He only smiled knowingly.

He watched her silently for a minute, focused on her fingers bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm. He said, "That's it. Bring yourself to the edge... closer... closer..." He could see those fingers moving faster and faster and then, just as she was reaching that edge, he reach down and snatched her hand away from her clit and took hold of it. He watched her clit begin to softly beckon for further stimulation. He knew she was so close but he didn't care. He looked at her and said, "I never said you can cum, little slut... now did I? You do nothing without my direct order..."

The 45 seconds or so were spent watching her wrestle with her biological need to have release as it was pitted against the orders of the man who was essentially blackmailing her to do these very things. Adding to the complications was the mental stress of actually wanting him secretly. He watched her bring her body back into control and this time he took his own fingers and gently slid them inside her and slowly moved her back to that edge once again.

He said, "You did well. I have no doubts you will keep able to keep sufficient control of our own body now..." He let his eyes focus in on her eyes and could see the virtual cornicopia of emotions coursing through her body! He said, "That's right... stay on that edge slave... stay there.. don't you dare go over. I don't care how bad your body wants it... you will not go over the edge..."

His fingers would push her to the edge, slowing down gently. One of his favorite tricks that seemed to curry favor with her body was to arch his fingers inside her, letting his knuckles press lightly in the general direction of her G-Spot. She was literally putty in his hands. He could do anything to her anytime he chose and was.

He tormented her body in similar fashion for nearly 15 minutes, before he finally reached over and picked up her cotton panties and crumbled them into a ball and said, "Open your mouth... now pet..."

She seemed to be far less hesitant and far more willing to obey instantly as he took those panties and shoved them into her mouth and then said, "Keep your mouth closed..." She did as she was bade. He then said, "Good girl." He then said, "For a reward for your good deeds, you may cum now slave... only because I give you the permission to now..."

And with that he shoved a third finger inside her and worked her body which he had quickly grown familiar with to that edge once again... and over! The cotton panties helped muffle the screams that escaped her lips. He felt her entire body start humping his fingers over and over... as he let her have her massive release. buckets of cum slid from her pussy... down into a small pool between her legs!

And to make matters even better, whereas he had focused on her pussy for the first orgasm, the second one occured when he shifted focus to her clit right at the easing off of the first one and like a tidal wave, the second hit even harder than the first one. He smiled as a jet of clear juices exploded from inside her body and landed on the chair and dripped to the floor.

He then let her body ease down from the high. He could have given her more if he had chosen. But he wanted her needing more. After all, what was the point of completely fulfilling her every need the first time out? She would have nothing else to look forward to later. As she came down, he said, "Open your mouth slave... now..." He reached in and pulled out the panties and then slid his fingers inside her lips. "Clean my fingers... now..."

He felt her tongue start moving expertly around, lapping up all her own juices without hesitation! He knew she needed more... wanted more... craved more... and that was exactly what he wanted of her.

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy continued to slide her fingers in and out of her sopping vagina, as he seemed to be considering her request. She crossed her middle and index finger and used the mass to open up her wet pussy for him, her eyes on him, yearning for him. “Please John, please,” she reiterated the fingers siding in all the way and slowly coming back out.

She though he was going to do it, was imagining him opening his trousers and filling her empty pussy with his cock. She wanted him to, needed him to, her pussy was aching. Instead he bent down and drew closer to her, “No… Amy,” he whispered a smile on his face. Her fingers slowed their pistoning motion and came to a halt still buried inside of her. "I never said to stop masturbating! Keep going,” he hissed as he glanced down at her splayed sex.

She started again, faster, filling up her cunny with her fingers, her thumb triggering her clit as she fucked herself. She felt her pussy start to tingle, the short bursts of pleasure emanating from her displayed pussy. She began to strain against the cloth belts, chafing the skin under her knees. She felt herself start come closer to an orgasm, her fingers following the familiar terrain of her slit and wet hole. "That's it. Bring yourself to the edge... closer... closer,” he purred in her ear, his eyes fixed on her motions.

As she came closer and closer to an orgasm, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her thumb, stopping the stimulation on her clit. She felt her pussy contract around her fingers and her mound tremble as she anticipated her orgasm. She tried to catch his eye, but he seemed fixated on her trembling cunny.

Amy felt the waves of pleasure grow faster, her fingers still invading her own pussy, moving back and forth in the tight space. She felt her walls clamp on her own fingers and she arched her back and let out a small moan. When she brought her head back in line with his, he was staring at her. "I never said you can cum, little slut... now did I? You do nothing without my direct order..."

He guided her hand by the thumb, pushing her fingers in and out of her wetness. She looked around wildly, biting her lip to stop the orgasm from taking over her body. He continued to smoothly glide her fingers in and out, and she kept feeling the orgasm creep up. Her pussy clamped harder on her fingers and she felt her asshole tremble as she struggled to keep the orgasm at bay.

He released her thumb and slowly slid his fingers in beside hers, her mouth opened as he opened her up. He pushed her fingers out of the way, and pressed his in deep, wiggling them. "You did well. I have no doubts you will keep able to keep sufficient control of our own body now..." he cooed to her as he took her closer and closer. She looked at him pleadingly, wanting him to give her the release her hungry cunt wanted. She bit her lip harder, almost drawing blood. Her pussy was clamping around his fingers now, her body trembling in its bonds. Pushing in harder, he said, "That's right... stay on that edge slave... stay there.. don't you dare go over. I don't care how bad your body wants it... you will not go over the edge..."

He pulled his fingers back, stopping frigging her for a second as her body came down. Smiling he started again, harder, his fingers finding the spot in her as he curled his fingers in, and caressed her. She felt the electricity start to build again as he finger fucked her, He pushed her to the edge again, and when her pussy was tight against his fingers and her body trembling uncontrollably, he stopped again. Repeating the exercise again and again he finally withdrew his fingers, the chair soaked with her fluids. She was breathing hard, her body still spasming from need as he pulled her panties free from the tangle on her right leg.

Balling them up he smiled at her again and said almost cheerfully "Open your mouth... now pet..."

Her eyes went wild as he stepped closer, pushing her forehead back, he pressed the wadded cotton ball into her mouth. She let her lips part as the cotton brushed her lips, and let him push the ball into her mouth. "Keep your mouth closed..." he instructed, and she obeyed, the cloth soaking up the saliva in her mouth. "Good girl." He whispered, "For a reward for your good deeds, you may cum now slave... only because I give you the permission to now..."

He pushed his third finger into her soaking cunt, sensually driving them in and out, again finding her g-spot and this time caressing it as her body trembled in front of him. He pushed her over this time, her stuffed pussy clamping down again on his invading digits, the balled up panties stifling her moans and yelps. She felt her asshole twinge again, as this time he let her let her cum. Her back arched and her head went back over the chair. Her breasts heaved as she fought for breath, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in air. She felt her pussy leak cum felt it slide down between her buttocks and drench the chair she was sitting on. She tried to fuck onto his fingers, restrained by the belts binding her to the chair.

He slid his fingers from her convulsing pussy, only to find her nub of a clit. As he strummed it with his fingers, she felt a second orgasm rip through her. She had just pulled her head back up, when a more powerful jolt surged through her body. She felt her pussy clench again, her weary muscles screaming as she screamed into the ball of cloth in her mouth. Amy felt ass come up off the chair, and felt a stream pushing out of her and onto the chair and the floor. Her body continued to convulse as he removed his finger from her clit.

Her butt hit the chair, and her body trembled as he finished watching her. As she caught her breath, her eyes went wildly to him. He leaning in and purred into her ear, "Open your mouth slave... now...” Even before she could comply, he hooked his finger in and pulled out the soaked ball of cotton. He replaced the cloth with his fingers and instructed. "Clean my fingers... now..."

Amy sucked in on his fingers, her tongue sliding up and down the digits, tasting herself on them. Her eyes went up to meet his, desire clouding her striking green eyes. As the fingers slipped from her mouth she moaned, “Jesus, John, I’ve never cum like that before, it was so intense.” She struggled to sit up, but the restraints held her back. Her breathing finally returned to normal, as she sat in the puddle of her own cum.

 

[Powerdog16]

“Jesus, John, I’ve never cum like that before, it was so intense.”

Some of the most gratifying words a Master could ever hear from their slave. He kept his excitement hidden though, trying to keep himself as hard to read as possible. He gave a small grin none the less and said, "Of course not... and that is just the beginning." He cryptically suggested as he reached to his own belt and untied her leg. He stood up and slid the belt through his belt loops and secured it back to his uniform.

The entire time she watched him never blinking. After all, despite how good this experience had been, he was still blackmailing her. She never moved a muscle as he dressed. He kept his eyes trained on her body, gazing down it, pausing at the pool of cum and then back up and the blushing face of his boss. This was his boss afterall.

Once he was done, he looked down at her and said, "I am going to go now. You have a mess to clean up here. Make no mistake though, we are far from over. I have to report back to work or questions will be raised. So listen carefully... slave..."

He walked slowly around her, till he was behind her. He slid both of his hands down onto her shoulders and then to her neck. He had learned that this was a very soothing position that slaves often enjoyed. It signified their Master's control over them in a calming and less... painful manner. He said, "Tonite, after your duties are done and you are in your quarters, at exactly 2045 hours, you unlock your door. You will then strip out of your clothing completely..."

He clenched down on her neck gently and said, "Do you follow so far?" She gave a haphazard nod. He smiled and said, "Good. You will blindfold yourself first. Then you will get onto your bed, on your knees, shoulderwidth apart. Your ass will rest on your heels. Your fingers will be interlaced and your hands will be behind your head. Keep your shoulders back and your back straight. This is called a slave's kneel... or one version of it. You will stay in this position until I show up, whether it be 1 minute or 1 hour. Do NOT move from that position at all."

He moved back around her, looking back down her body. He said, "You were thinking that if I fucked you and got it over with, I would turn over the pictures. Now, your body yearns for my touch that I am denying... for now. You are my slave now. Like it or not, you are bound to do my bidding as I choose and when I choose it. If you want this cock, all 10 inches of it, you are going to have to earn it. This cock is going to be the prize at the end of a well earned journey. A journey that you are already working on."

He walked to the door and unlocked it, keeping his hand on the handle. He turned and said, "Once I leave this room, get dressed, clean up, and finish your day. I am going to finish my little job on the flightline, and then I am going home. See you at 2045 hours..." He opened the door slightly and let the sun light up the darkened room slightly. He reached to the lock on the inside and locked it. He slipped out of the comm room, closing the door quickly behind him, hearing it lock on the inside.

It was one of the most amazing experiences of his life and he didn't even get his cock sucked. He knew this was what he was meant to do and he would prove it to himself that this is what he was forever... and Amy.... dear sweet Amy... was going to be the tool he needed on this journey of self discovery and domination...

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy continued to breath heavily, watching John as he stood over her. She thought he was going to caress her sweat soaked body, instead he leaned over and started to retrieve his belt from her leg. "Of course not... and that is just the beginning." He said, the smile having softened, and he slid the belt back into his trousers.
She saw his eyes scan her body, and asked his in a breathless whisper. “You’re not going to fuck me?” She looked up at him expectantly.

He continued as if he hadn’t heard her, until he had straightened his belt, and smoothed his blouse. He placed his cover on his head and looked down at her. "I am going to go now. You have a mess to clean up here. Make no mistake though, we are far from over. I have to report back to work or questions will be raised. So listen carefully... slave..."

His eyes caught hers as he started to move behind her. She noticed how blue they were, and she couldn’t stop staring deep into them. When he moved behind her, she felt a sudden pang of regret, how did she get herself into this?

When she felt his hands on her shoulders, she brushed this thought aside, and felt her body begin to tremble in excitement. His touch was electric as his caress danced across her shoulders. He caressed up her neck and instructed her. "Tonite, after your duties are done and you are in your quarters, at exactly 2045 hours, you unlock your door. You will then strip out of your clothing completely..." Her body twitched at his touch, his words, and she felt his breath on the back of her neck. His grip suddenly changed, his hands no longer caressing, but instead he was applying pressure to her neck. "Do you follow so far?"

She nodded her head slowly, still comprehending the idea that he was not going to simply fuck and leave, but was going to draw this out. His voice continued, seeming to come from everywhere behind her. "Good. You will blindfold yourself first. Then you will get onto your bed, on your knees, shoulder width apart. Your ass will rest on your heels. Your fingers will be interlaced and your hands will be behind your head. Keep your shoulders back and your back straight. This is called a slave's kneel... or one version of it. You will stay in this position until I show up, whether it be 1 minute or 1 hour. Do NOT move from that position at all."

He released her, and came back into her view. She stared at the insignia on his arm, as he continued to give her her instructions. "You were thinking that if I fucked you and got it over with, I would turn over the pictures. Now, your body yearns for my touch that I am denying... for now. You are my slave now. Like it or not, you are bound to do my bidding as I choose and when I choose it. If you want this cock, all 10 inches of it, you are going to have to earn it. This cock is going to be the prize at the end of a well earned journey. A journey that you are already working on."

He turned and headed to the door; as his hand grasped around the handle, he turned and directed. "Once I leave this room, get dressed, clean up, and finish your day. I am going to finish my little job on the flightline, and then I am going home. See you at 2045 hours..."

Amy watched as John opened the door and quickly slipped out of the little box. He caught the lock on the way out and the quick flash of sunlight that illuminated her, quickly was extinguished. She hadn’t realized that she had been holding her breath as he left, but she let out her breath in a loud swish. Everything seemed to echo in the small room, which suddenly seemed empty. She leaned back in the chair for a moment, letting her left leg flex as blood began to flow back through it.

She waited, she wasn’t sure how long, but she was thinking, or was she hoping, that he was going to return. A range of emtotions spread through her, she felt humiliated and guilty, but at the same time, she was still so sexually excited, that she had to force herself not to put her fingers back into her pussy. She hurt a little down there, from the mass of his fingers and the voraciousness that he had ravaged her. However, she found the pain only added to her need, and she quickly began to free herself from the chair.

Releasing her bonds, she realized that her bonds were not truly immobilizing, and she finally understood that it had been more the strength of his presence and her need to have him that had kept her spread open to him. She picked up her balled up panties, which were still soaked from her mouth, and slid them up her long legs.

After she finished dressing, she found a roll of towels in one of the cabinets, and began to proceed to whip her fluids from the chair and the floor by it. The amount of cum she had expelled, and the mentally reaffirmed that she had just had the most intense orgasm of her life. Sean had never made her actually cum like that before, she had never actually ejaculated any fluids before.

After Amy cleaned up the chair, and put the room back in order, she left the small converted office. At the door she looked back to the chair, where she had just experienced a possible sexual awakening. She played the scene over again in mind again, knowing she was still sexually on the edge.

Slipping out into the heat of the day, she adjusted her cover and headed towards the company office. It was just after one, and she realized that she had been in the com bunker for at least three hours. MSgt Donaldson would surely be looking for her. Running up the steps to the trailer which served as the company head quarters, she saw her boss sitting at his desk, a stack of files in front of him.

He looked up, and then glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s one fifteen Staff Seargeant,” he commented, “I asked you to be here at one.” He flashed a quick grin, and continued. “Line at the mess hall Wilkinson?”

“No, Top, just running a tad bit late, I apologize.” MSgt Donaldson thought her very thorough and she felt a bit ashamed lying to the man. She knew he liked her as well, but he was also a very disciplined soldier, and she knew he wouldn’t make a pass at anyone under his command. This thought only brought her back to Amn Hammonds. She couldn’t get him out of her mind, and the prospect of something similar to the mornings encounter excited her.

She was trying to skirt the senior man, when he called again to her. “Sergeant, I need for you to do a two month fitness report on the three new people in the company. I think its AB Carey, Amn Diaz and Amn Hammonds.” He held out the three SRB’s that he had in his hands.

She felt a chill run through her, again she held Hammonds career in her hands. “Oh, by the way Sergeant, I saw you pting Hammonds the other night. Is everything ok with him? His record is spotless, and I counted up the months, he’s up for a promotion next month, if you have no issues. If you do, please include them on his fitness report.”

“Yes Top,” came her reply, as she took the manila folders. She tried to keep as much distance between her boss and herself. She knew she had to smell like her own sex, as hard as Hammonds had made her cum. Luckily, he didn’t even appear to look up as she took the files and headed to her desk.

She worked on the first two reviews for the next couple of hours. Her computer seemed to drag, and she tried to avoid any interaction with the rest of the office personnel. She could just imagine one of them being able to tell that she had been so sexed up this morning. The first review was easy, AB Carey was one page 13 away from a bad conduct discharge. She had a few positive items to write in, but the bulk of it was areas of improvement.

Amn Diaz on the other hand was a bit harder. The small Hispanic woman was almost introverted. She rarely participated in off duty activities, and her interaction with the rest of the workgroup was sparce. Amy had talked to her almost weekly and she knew that the woman was deathly afraid of this deployment. Amy had talked to her about her previous deployment, leaving out the IED attack, and tried to focus on the positive. Diaz had obviously joined the Air Force, thinking that she would have little chance of deploying to a combat zone. This part irked Amy a bit, but she tried to put that aside, and develop the woman.

After she had finished the first two fitness reports, only Hammonds remained unopened. She had stuck it under another folder, and was trying to find the courage to open it up. Luckily, or so she thought, It was nearing four and she would have to hold the afternoon formation shortly. She could put his report off for a bit.
She used the ladies, washing her face with the tepid water, as she looked to make sure that her uniform was presentable. She had had a strange feeling all day that she had been in such a rush to get out of the com building that she had not put something in the right place. However, upon inspection in the mirror, she looked presentable, and she combed her hair back under her cover and headed to the formation area.

Twenty-eight of the thirty men and women who reported to her were standing in three straight lines. As she glanced down the rows, she saw him, standing at the end of the second row of airmen and women. She felt her knees go weak, as she realized that she was staring at Hammonds, her sex started to tingle at that moment. Fighting through the sudden flashes, she came to position in front of the wing.

She had her head low, her eyes scanning her reports. She could imagine that they all knew what she had done that morning, while they toiled, doing whatever jobs she had instructed them to perform. While they had been working, she had been buck naked and tied to a chair in the com building, with Amn Hammonds make her cum repeatedly. They had to think that she was a slut, had to know that at this very moment, she wanted nothing more than to have the man, third from the end in the second row, use her for his own pleasure.

 

[Powerdog16]

Amn John Hammonds was a nervous wreck about 2 minutes after he left Amy. Millions of things raced through his head as he headed back to the flightline, picked up his shovel and started back to working the trench in the hot sun.

He half expected his boss to immediately walk over to MSgt Donaldson, claim he raped her or something. He half expected the security forces to walk up at any moment and hall him away.

But as the remaining hours went by, no security came and the less fearful he was of them showing up. It would not have taken her much to twist the story to favor her... if she really had not wanted too. As he thought about all this, he felt his pocket vibrate once more and he glanced about and reached to his pocket... pulling out Amy's phone. His eyes went wide as he remembered that he had not given it back to her. Crap... that could be bad if someone were to try and contact her while she was hear.

He noted that there were 4 incoming messages from someone and they all had different links to different kinds of 'BDSM' style sights. He smiled as he glanced through the links a moment, getting more and more ideas as to what he would do with her. He stuffed the phone back into his pocket and then finished up his shift.

"Hey John..." Amn Diaz said as he was on his way back to get ready for PT, "Whacha got planned for tonite? My boyfriend just sent me Iron Man 2 and was curious if you wanted to watch it with me..."

John smiled and glanced back at her and said, "I kind of have plans already, but perhaps tomorrow night?" He showed his ID as he passed through a checkpoint and headed towards the barracks where he would grab his gear, shower quickly and change.

"Oh? Can I join you?" Amn Diaz said and it was at that instant that Hammonds realized what was going on. Diaz had the hots for him.

He paused and turned to her once they were in the shade and said, "I wish I could help you about this... but to be honest, tonite is just a bad night for me. I would love to meet up with you though... okay..."

Diaz looked a little disappointed but buried it quickly with a smile. She was a sweet girl... a little preppy, certainly anything BUT the military type. He recalled going through M-16 training with her and listening to her bitch for an hour that she broke her out of reg fingernail while firing the weapon. She smiled and said, "Okay... no problem. Tomorrow night then..." She turned and headed off.

An idea popped into his head and he reached over and caught her arm, making her pause and look back at him... almost expectantly. He said, "I am serious. Tomorrow night. It is a date... okay... save the movie for then..."

Her smile seemed to beam from her face and new light was brought up in her eyes as she said, "Okay John! Tomorrow..." She turned and headed off, with a bit of a skip in his walk...

Getting dressed for PT was a bit of a chore. First, he had to shower up to wash away the dust of the flightline off him, before he got into his uniform just to get sweaty again! He was tired and ready to call it a day... though he was a bundle of nerves as well. He spotted Amy getting ready to lead the formation and doing everything in her power not to stare at him directly. At first he thought maybe she was so nervous because she had reported him and just didn't want to face him. But then he saw her bite her lip and brush her hair behind her ear and his nerves returned and a slight smile grew on his face. She had loved what had happened to her and she wanted him so bad she couldn't stand it.

He went into the drills with renewed confidence, working on a crazy drill, followed by a 5 miles run. The PT session lasted all of about an hour and a half of solid work... plus 15 minutes before and after for stretches... During the run itself, which was not a formation run gratefully, he caught up with his pet and brushed shoulders with her lightly, saying, "Oh... sorry ma'am..." He raced on past her and finished up his run about 60 seconds before her.

After PT, he returned to his barracks, re-showered, then went for dinner. His appetite was pretty ravenous and he finished off his usual fried chicken and Mashed potatoes meal... then went for seconds. He returned to his barracked, checking the clock. It was already 2030 hours and he felt the butterflies begin flying in his stomach at the idea was what he was about to do to his very boss tonite...

The time reached 2045, he was dressed and ready for what he had in mind. He stuffed his backpack with some rope he had acquired from earlier in the day, as well as a camouflaged sash, web belt, his combat knife, and a few clothespins from the laundry room. He left his quarters at 2055 hours and worked his way to her quarters... reaching the door at exactly 2105 hours...

Slowly, he put his hand on the handle and turned it... to find it locked. Panick filled his heart as he thought maybe she had backed out and ran off to tell the secrutiy forces. He gave it one more wiggle and the door opened. It must have been a finicky lock. He stepped into the room... and saw what he saw...

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy had called the section to attention, and MSgt Donaldson led the group in the psychical training exercise. All through the stretching exercises she kept glancing over towards John. ‘Funny,’ she thought, ‘only this morning he was Amn Hammonds. How did she end up like this?’ She knew the answer but couldn’t bring herself to admit it. As the Master Sergeant started the five mile run, she fell easily into the formation pace.

At the fourth mile, Donaldson waved the section on past, letting the group sprint at their own pace. Amy started off strong, but she felt someone coming up behind her. Amy felt someone brush against her, and heard, "Oh... sorry ma'am..." She watched as John Hammonds stretched out his run, and sprinted ahead.

Amy stopped, and watched him run ahead of her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she knew it wasn’t from exertion. She saw Diaz trailing through the group of personnel, and starting her pace fell in beside the small Hispanic woman. “Small cramp,” she commented as her pace matched that of her subordinate. The woman looked at her gratefully as Amy set the pace again, bringing the woman across the line, a full minute after Hammonds.

The group went through the cool down exercises. SrA O’Mally led them as Amy and MSgt Donaldson watched the group. He gave her an encouraging smile, and brought the section into a tight circle. Amy stood behind the man, and covered the entire section. Donaldson, had her release the personnel to liberty, and she watched as the group started to walk away.

As she turned to follow, Donaldson stepped in beside her. He gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and jogged back to the company building. She followed, torn between her responsibilities as an NCO, and the feelings coursing through her. She dined at the NCO table, picking at her burger. She stared at the clock at the end of the mess hall, as it hit 2000.

Excusing herself from the table, she stopped by her tiny room and picked up her shower supplies. She spent the next thirty minutes in the shower, her mind running over what might play out in the next couple of hours. She returned to her CHU and sat naked on her bed. Next to her was an emerald green piece of cloth.

Glancing to her left, she watched the big red numbers on her alarm clock move slowly by, 2015, 2020, 2025. At 2040 she let out a sigh, and put down the picture she had been staring at for the last fifteen minutes. Sliding it under her mattress, she looked at herself in the mirror and knelt in the center of the bed. Tying the green cloth around her eyes, she went through his instructions in her mind. She adjusted her knees so they were apart, and sat back on her heels. Slowly she interlaced her fingers and placed them behind her head.

She knelt there, her heart pounding, her mind racing. She was attuned to every sound, twice she thought she heard footsteps outside of her room, but the door did not open. The longer she stayed in the compromising position the more excited she got. She felt her sex tingle as she heard footsteps approach.

She heard the handle of the door turn, and then stick. Quickly she went through the night in her mind, and she knew that the door was unlocked. Again the handle rattled, and she heard the door open. ‘If its not John, then I’m so screwed ,‘ she thought as she sat in the position John had instructed her to be in, she turned her head towards the door, the green cloth blocking her vision

 

[Powerdog16]

John stepped silently inside the room, then turned and locked it securely, including the bolt locks. He turned and walked towards her. He could see she was amazing! Absolutely amazing to gaze at! He had her now, alone and at his ultimate mercy! He could see the longer he stood there silently gazing at her, the more nervous she was becoming. He watched her hands flinch a few times, fighting off the urge to remove the blindfold, but held firm. This was a test all in and of itself. She was not entirely sure of who was there... but she trusted that it was him.

The young man remembered once reading about the most powerful tools a Master had in his arsenal of goodies that he could use on his slave and of those, the most was time. Given the right application of time, a real Master rarely needed anything else to dominate. He took a step towards her, watching her breathing getting increasingly more rapid. He slowly set his pack down on the floor, letting it land with a soft thud. It might as well had been a explosion just outside based on how much she jerked.

It was the second device in his arsenal of a True Master's tools... the senses. When one took away one of the senses, such as sight, the others became increasingly heightened. In this case, she was listening SO hard, that even when the soft thud happened, it startled her a great deal!!

He watched her jerk once more and he leaned in close to her and softly whispered, "It is Master..." He slipped his hand through her hair and gently pulled his fingers through her hair. She had jerked at first but quickly seemed to relax. She knew who it was and it helped her calm down. He let his hands softly caress her cheek and whisper, "I am proud of you. You have never faced a challenge with such bravery in your life I would put money on... Now.. be patient, enjoy what is going to come... and keep your faith in me."

He kissed her lips softly and felt a fire burn rapid through him as he realized there was something far more important there than just a physical connection! He pulled back a moment and gave a gasp. He blinked his eyes and few times and the word, 'woah....' escaped his lips softly.

John leaned over and picked up his pack and opened it, removing a couple of lengths of rope. He set them next to her and then went to work on her body. He moved her arms behind her, placing her hands gently into the opposite elbows. It was slightly uncomfortable, but did not strain the shoulders at all. He ran rope along her criss crossed wrists and snugly tied them together. He moved the rope about mid way between her shoulder and elbow and ran ropes there as well, securing them. Each bind he made sure did not cut off circulation.

He ran the next length of rope around her entire chest, above and below her mounds, before securing them up as well. He watched her mounds be slightly squeezed together and knew that it would totally mess with her nerves but not hurt her body... He took one last pair of ropes and ran it around each ankle then up around her thigh... forcing her to remain in a kneeling position while on the bed. The entire process took about 20 minutes to do and when he was done, he pulled out his camera and snapped a couple of pictures. He then said, "I wish you could see what I see... you are absolutely gorgeous..."

He whispered into her ear, "I am going to tell you something. Remember this well. If I do something that you can't take... if I reach a limit on you... say the word, 'Elephant'. I will stop and see what the problem is. This is your safeword. I am not here to hurt you. I am not here to cause you undue pain. We are in this together now... we are going to have to keep each other protected now. Now I am going to give you, your next opportunity to trust me..."

He stepped back and began to come out of his clothes... all of them and then stood there naked before her, though it did her no good with the blindfold. He said, "I want you to service your Master orally... and show me what kind of skills you have... " He leaned in and ran his fingers through her hair, got a nice firm grip and then leaned her forward on the bed. She rolled onto her knees and began to hang off the edge of the bed. Her mouth was positioned directly in front of John's tool and said, "Open your mouth... slave..."

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy tensed as the door opened. She felt her skin prickle, even as the heat flooded the room. She heard the air conditioner kick on, and the door slowly close, but she didn’t hear him. ‘God,’ she though ‘I hope it’s him, if not I can never explain this.’ She turned her head towards the door, but she had done precisely as he had requested and she couldn’t see through the green cloth covering her eyes. “John”, she whispered, a combination of fear and longing in her voice.

Whoever it was; ‘John,’ she thought, ‘it has to be John.’ made no noise. She tried to hear anything from him, his movement, his breathing, or his heartbeat, but no sound was heard. Her face still pointed towards the door, she started to unlace her fingers, but quickly she forced them back in place.

She heard the door lock, but aside from that distinctive click, she heard nothing. She felt the air move slightly, as the room cooled, but it didn’t seem to be coming from the airconditioner across from the door, but more from the door itself. She felt her nipples start to grow harder, as she knew whoever it was had to be watching her.
She waited, her knees starting to ache, but she didn’t dare move from the position prescribed to her. Her ears were super sensitive now, and she heard the air conditioner click back off. She strained to hear him, but nothing; she felt herself grow wet with the anticipation.

“John,” she repeated, her voice trembling, “John, is that you.”

Nothing else made a sound, until all of a sudden, there was a loud thud. It emanated from her left, next to the small bed in the room. Her head whipped toward the noise. A scream caught in her throat; quickly she closed her mouth, her body vacillating. Suddenly she heard him in her ear. "It is Master..." he said, his warm breath blowing across her earlobe. She jerked away, but she felt his strong hands on her head, and she felt calm somehow, tranquil. As his hands slid through her hair and down along her cheek, she felt like she was almost orgasming, the waves of desire burning so hot in her. Again his voice came out of the green haze; his lips seemed to be touching her ear. "I am proud of you. You have never faced a challenge with such bravery in your life I would put money on... Now, be patient, enjoy what is going to come... and keep your faith in me."

Then she felt his lips against hers, it was as if electricity coursed from him and into her. Again, she felt goose bumps across her skin, and she wanted to cry out. He pulled back quickly, his breath against her face, and he said something, that she didn’t quite hear; more to himself, than to her.

She heard him now; he no longer tried to mask his movements or actions. A soft snick of a zipper and then he felt his hands on her again. Gently, he moved her hands behind her, and she felt her elbows. Suddenly, there was something rough snaking across her wrists, wrapping them together. She felt strength in his movements, but he also seemed to be taking great pains not to cause her discomfort. She heard her own breath speed up, and she felt her heart thudding rapidly. It moved up her arms and wrapped around her elbows and shoulders.

She turned her head, to follow his motions as he slid around her kneeling body. A different rope went around her chest, crossing in back to wrap above and below her breasts. The feeling was awkward, but she had to keep from gasping when he brushed against her hard nipples. The rope seemed to press her breasts up and down at the same time, and she felt the rough fiber under the swell.

After finishing his task, she again heard him move behind her, and again she felt a rope, this one around her ankles and thighs; he snaked it up to tie it in to the others, holding her onto her haunches. It seemed to take forever, and several times as he slid the rope between her legs it had brushed her soaked sex. Each time she almost orgasmed, her body was so tuned up; each time she bit her lip to stop from quivering in pleasure.

When he finished he returned to silent mode. She couldn’t hear where he was, until the unmistakable click of his cell phone sounded in front of her. "I wish you could see what I see... you are absolutely gorgeous..." came his voice. It seemed to emanate from everywhere in front of her. Suddenly, she wished she could see herself, bound nude on the bed, just like in the video she had watched that morning.

Again, he was in her ear, his voice soothing and sensual. Her body tingled and she started to shake as he whispered. "I am going to tell you something. Remember this well. If I do something that you can't take... if I reach a limit on you... say the word, 'Elephant'. I will stop and see what the problem is. This is your safeword. I am not here to hurt you. I am not here to cause you undue pain. We are in this together now... we are going to have to keep each other protected now. Now I am going to give you, your next opportunity to trust me..."

His words frightened her. Safe word, what was that all about, what was he going to do to her. She thought back to the video, of the girl bound, fucked, and whipped. A voice in her head said,’ that’s why you unlocked your door, that’s why you waited for him.’ These thoughts though were diminished by the realization that they were in this together. If they were caught they both could be charged and given dishonorable discharges. He had the photos of her, maybe he would be safe, but she would be kicked out of the service that she loved. But he said he would establish trust, and she knew he would protect her.

She heard rustling in front of her, the clink of a belt, the shuffle of clothes, and she knew he was disrobing. Everything went out of her mind, except the sexual drive that she felt. She felt him move in front of her, the air displaced by the fan in the air conditioner blocked. She could smell him; the odor of soap, deodorant, and the musky male scent assaulted her nostrils.

She whispered, looking up to the place where she thought he was, “John… John… Master?”

She wasn’t sure if he had heard her; his voice resonated through the small building, as he said, "I want you to service your Master orally... and show me what kind of skills you have... “ as he spoke she felt his hand on her head, and he firmly but gently guided her forward, so she was on the mattress, she felt him draw closer, his musky male scent growing stronger as she found that she was hanging off the bed. "Open your mouth... slave..."he commanded, his voice changing and his authoritative tone clear.

She realized then that she was no longer Ssgt Wilkinson, he was no longer Amn Hammonds. He had control over her, the ability to make her cum or to leave her horny and unfulfilled. She felt the butterflies, no more like eagles in her stomach, her excitement unrivaled up to this point. She thought back on the orgasm he had given her that morning, the most intense orgasm of her life, and she decided that she wanted more. She would do whatever it took to achieve more.

Slowly, she stuck out her tongue, feeling with it until she found the soft, yet firm flesh of his manhood. Her tongue slid along until she found the slit that transected the head of his cock, and flicking it, she followed her tongue down onto his shaft. Her lips caught the underside of the spongy helmet, and she sucked in; wanting, needing to give him the same sexual arousal that he was giving her. She tilted her head up, as far as her neck would let her, her face towards where she thought his was. She couldn’t push down any further, she was stopped by the weight of her own body. As she inhaled through her nose, she let her tongue run along the slit, savoring the fluid which dribbled out.

 

[Powerdog16]

It was obvious from the first instant that Amy knew exactly what she was doing with him. He half expected her to recoil, try to pull back, retreat, say the safe word, something. She was literally hanging over halfway off the edge of the bed, her mouth and tongue dancing on the tip of his head and all around it. He did have his hands firmly in her hair but made a quick realization. With his hands there, she couldn't move her head freely and that was not acceptable at all...

Very carefully, he shifted one hand at a time from her hair to the ropes around her chest. Immediately the rewards were there. Her head began to bob torment and tease as he held her firmly in place... He threw his head back and groaned as his tool swelled up, filling her throat, growing longer harder and deeper! He could see that she was going as deep as she could, stopping just shy of choking herself. He said, "Keep going... deeper... deeper, that's it..." He heard her start gagging on his tool and he said, "yes... yes... oh fuck yes...." He couldn't help himself as he drew closer and closer to that edge... he started thrusting into her... hard and deep!

In very little time, he found himself giving into his wanton and crazed needs! When he felt himself go over the edge, it started deep inside him... a tingle, a slight burning which grew into something that raced through his being... burning through his tool!!! He gave out a muffled yell as his shaft start pulsing, his load blasting down into her throat! He pushed himself deeper on her so she had to swallow his seed. He said, "My slave will learn to savor the taste of her Master's seed and will never ... EVER spit it out..." He managed to get out as he continued releasing...

He had forgotten how long it had been since he had had this kind of release. He had always been so busy at work over the last few months to the point where when he made it home at night, more often than not he simply laid down and passed out. Needless today, she had caused him to quickly realize how much he had needed this kind of fulfillment! Not only was he getting his release, but it was into the throat of the very woman he had come to hate as little as 24 hours ago, and she was literally craving what he had for her!

When he was finally done... he pulled her up and back, before turning her gently and easing her face up on the bed, legs spread wide and he slipped off her blindfold, allowing her to see her Master's naked body for the first time. He sported a tattoo of the Air Force emblem on his left chest and he sported long scar that ran from his right nipple down about 4 inches...

He ran his hands along her body and breasts, caressing her cheeks softly. He whispered, "As my slave, your greatest satisfaction you will ever earn with me is to receive my seed inside you. I will not give it easily... you will have to earn it... for my seed is your reward, not a punishment."

He walked to his pack and reached in, pulling out a pair of clothespins. He walked towards her and said, "As my slave, you will learn I have a sadistic streak as well... however, don't panick. I won't apply discomfort for no reason as you shall soon see... Remember your safe word? It is your one and only control you have now slave..." He leaned in and let his tongue slowly circle her aerolas watching the left one harden, her nipple swelling... He picked up one of the clothespins and said, "Bite your lip... Now slave..." He eased the clothespin to her left nipple...

Once it was gently applied, he let his tongue tease her right nipple... softly adding pleasure while her left one adjusted to the pressure she was feeling... He massaged both mounds as he kept his eyes on her the entire time...

 

[hereiam_1971]

As John, removed his hands Amy pushed herself to take him further in her mouth. She used her tongue to stimulate the underside of his shaft, even as her mouth took more and more of him in. Here she was on familiar territory, and could consciously decide how much of him she was going to take. His cock was big, bigger than her previous lovers and after taking him halfway into her mouth, she began to fight the gag reflex. Doggedly, she breathed through her nose, the use of her tongue forgotten as she tried to push her mouth further down his shaft.

His words pushed her onward, and by the time she was what she thought was two thirds of the way, he had taken back control. He pushed into her mouth, being gentle an afterthought as he pushed his cock further into her mouth. She fought for air, trying to breath through her nose, as he began to slide back out of her mouth. Before, she could catch her breath, he was back in, deeper than before. Her cries were stifled by the phallus cutting off her air supply.

She knew he was about to cum and tried to pull her mouth back from his cock. It twitched against her throat, and as she pulled back with her mouth, he followed, pushing his cock into her oral cavity. His cock continued to twitch as he picked up speed. She didn’t even try to catch her breath as he pushed in and out, instead breathing heavily through her nose. Finally, just as she felt his groin against her lips and nose, he came. His cock was fully in her mouth, and she tried to gulp as he spewed his semen. He pulled out, the head still erupting, small geysers of his seed.
"My slave will learn to savor the taste of her Master's seed and will never ... EVER spit it out..." he panted, as she tried to swallow everything he squirted into her mouth. As he pulled out, a small dollop of his white cream, trickled down the right side of her mouth. His hands guided her onto her back, lifting her to overcome the binds holding her arms together, she lay cocked to the right side, where she was facing him.

He slowly removed the blindfold. Her eyes were dark with tears, tears she had split when he pushed his hard shaft deep in her throat. Amy looked up at him, her eyes taking in the naked body of John Hammonds for the first time. He was muscular, and her eyes took in the tattoo similar to the one on her forearm, and the scar on his chest.

As her eyes followed his frame, she felt his hands on her face, his touch soft. The whole situation seemed to swing back and forth for her, one moment he was being kind and gentle, the next he was gagging her with his shaft. He leaned in, whispering in her ear. "As my slave, your greatest satisfaction you will ever earn with me is to receive my seed inside you. I will not give it easily... you will have to earn it... for my seed is your reward, not a punishment."

She heard him move to his bag, but she couldn’t see what he was removing. As he returned he said softly, "As my slave, you will learn I have a sadistic streak as well... however, don't panicky. I won't apply discomfort for no reason as you shall soon see... Remember your safe word? It is your one and only control you have now slave..."
‘Safe word,’ her mind went back to his instructions when he first bound her. She remembered what it was, but what was he going to do to her that would require the use of this word. Again her body trembled, she wasn’t sure if she was anticipating what would happen next, or fear it.

While she had been contemplating her safe word, he had leaned over to take her nipple in his mouth. His tongue ran in a circle along the aerola, and she shivered in delight. Her nipples were so sensitive and his mouth was stimulating them. He removed his mouth, and said, his command voice back. "Bite your lip... Now slave..."

As he spoke she saw what he had taken from his bag. As he caressed the nipple, he slowly attached a wooden safety pin to her already stimulated nipple. She bit her lip hard, the pain emanating from her breast something she hadn’t felt before. It sure wasn’t like sticking one on your finger, it was intense and centralized right on one of her most stimulated body parts.

Again he alternated his touch. His fingers felt so good as he grazed them along her nipple, but when he bumped the clothes pin, she again had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. His hand danced to her right breast, again his touch soft, caressing, and just like her left nipple, he showed her the other clothes pin, and he slowly slid the blunt end over her straining nipple.

The pain of both shot through her, and Amy thrashed against her bonds. John, continued to rub her breasts, and when her eyes flashed up to him, she saw he was staring down at her, his eyes meeting hers, as he clipped the pin on her right breast with his pinky.

"John... John..." she breathlessly cried.

 

[Powerdog16]

"Master..." he corrected her as he kept close eye on her reactions to the pain. He said, "Hold on a bit longer... hold on..." he slid his entire body down hers, parting her legs and quickly finding her extremely wet tunnel open and craving attention. He looked up at her and said, "Fight through the discomfort, focus on the pleasures... He then slowly dipped his tongue into her tunnel and felt her arch up at him instantly!

Two fingers slipped into that tunnel, spreading her walls as his tongue circled and probed something else of great interest to him, that sweet hot and hard nub of a clit. He sucked it into his lips as he started slowly pumping his meaty fingers inside her. He would arch his fingers once he was as deep as he could go inside her. He felt his knuckles rub her upper while his fingertips rubbed her lower wall! Slowly he massaged his knuckes inside her, in and out, back and forward. He kept an eye on her the entire time as she slowly started to focus on the pleasures he was giving. He said, "There you go... focus on my fingers.. that's right... you watched the video... how that woman was taking the pain. How do you think she did it? Why did she get turned on with the pain? She was able to channel it... channel it into pleasure. Think about how you are pleasing your Master by enduring what you are given to endure. And your Master's pleasure is your pleasure..."

He continued pulsing into her, feeling her body giving in to the pleasure and he said, "Come close to orgasm. Your body is at my mercy... Your Master demands you bring your body closer and closer to the edge... focus on the pleasure... the pain will fade away quickly enough..." as he spoke, he continued to fully explore her tunnel, watching her eyes, searching for hot spots and cold ones inside her. When he would find a hot spot, he noted her back arch, her head throw back slightly, a bite of her lip, and close her eyes. He made mental note of her reactions or lack of at times.

He knew that a person did not just walk up on a brand new person and expect to Master them. Master was not just a random title given to anyone who wanted control. A true Master... a real Master was a person who took the time to truly understand each and every part of their subject... their pet. And he would take as much as he needed to fully understand each and every button on her body. Not just between her legs... but everywhere.

He continued exploring every inch of between her legs till he got to a point where she was almost a mindless panting sack of meat. He was very careful to bring her to the edge, let her linger a moment... the back off just a bit... and for nearly 45 minutes, he continued to tease and torture that sweet delicate bud and petals... He looked at her and said, "Are you ready for it? Ready for why you went through all this?" He reached up with both hands... putting his fingers on both sets of clips... he knew that once they were taken off her nubs, the blood would quickly rush back in and more often than not, trigger what would be a powerful release!

He looked up at her... smiling as she looked down at him and did two things at once... he pulled the clips off her nipples... and immediately thrust his tool deep inside her! !!! As the blood rushed back, her hypersensitive tunnel was suddenly spread wide and filled by the very man who owned her!!! The response he got from her was the greatest he would every know!!

 

[hereiam_1971]

Amy barely heard him correct her, as she felt the pressure from the pins clamping her nipples, change from a sharp pinch to a dull throb. She looked up at him, her mouth still mouthing his name, and then she corrected herself. “Master,” she whispered, as she closed her eyes.

"Hold on a bit longer... hold on..."she heard him say as he slid down her nude, bound body, he whispered encouragement to her. She caught his gaze, as he was poised above her, and biting her lip, she felt him push her knees apart. She lay on her back, slightly twisted to one side, her arms still bound behind her. The ropes pulled against her and she arched her back slightly as he opened her up. "Fight through the discomfort, focus on the pleasures... he told her and she trembled, partially from the pain coming from the pins on her nipples, but more from his touch of his tongue as he found her wet sex.

The result of his tongue sliding past her swollen lips was exquisite. The throbbing from her nipples went dull and she bit her tongue, now not trying to block out the pain, but now to stop herself from uttering a moan of pleasure. His tongue was quickly replaced by his fingers, they were soft and prodding. Slowly they began to fill her up, first one finger, then two. She arched her back even more feeling the binds go slack, as her body began to quiver. “John,” she murmured, “John, please... please … John… Master.”

Amy continued to writhe as John continued to finger her. He pushed in deep, she felt his finger tips press deep inside of her. Her eyes remained closed as she felt him graze the sensitive areas in her vagina. She opened them again to find John’s eyes staring into hers. He spoke softly, his voice soothing, and it made her shiver with delight. "There you go... focus on my fingers.. that's right... you watched the video... how that woman was taking the pain. How do you think she did it? Why did she get turned on with the pain? She was able to channel it... channel it into pleasure. Think about how you are pleasing your Master by enduring what you are given to endure. And your Master's pleasure is your pleasure..."

"Come close to orgasm. Your body is at my mercy... Your Master demands you bring your body closer and closer to the edge... focus on the pleasure... the pain will fade away quickly enough..." he whispered as she felt his fingers explore her nether region. She felt his fingers slide across her quivering mound. She looked at him, and he studied her face while he continued to caress her private area. He seemed to be watching for her reaction, and she felt her body tense and release as he probed.

She felt him pushing her closer to an orgasm, his fingers danced across her wet sex, sliding in and out, finding the hard nub of her clit, and brushing against her sensitive anus. She felt her body stiffen as he brought her closer to an orgasm, and sighed in frustration as he pulled her back away. The combination of the electricity of pleasure he built up in her vagina, mixed with the throb of the pain from her nipples, pushed her back to the brink again, only to have him stop and watch her as she lay on her hands, her chest heaving.

The experience seemed to last forever, and she saw by the hardness of his member that he was as excited by his own actions as she was. Her body ached from the extended stimulation and her breath was labored, as he continued his onslaught. Leaning from between her legs, he caught her eye; the weariness, pain, and longing evident, and he said "Are you ready for it? Ready for why you went through all this?"

She nodded her head, and whispered, “Yes John, yes Master… Please… Please let me cum.” She watched as he reached to her breasts, grasping the clips and making her wince as the sharp pain overcame the dull pain. She felt his cock slide along her slick lips, drenched from his manipulations. He smiled at her, his eyes watching her face.

Almost simultaneously, she felt his cock catch her tunnel and begin to slide into her, her own juices lubricating his way; at the same time, he pulled the clothespins off her nipples, and the pain almost made her black out. She felt her muscles contract on his hard shaft, almost trapping him inside of her. Amy let out a scream, her body writhing, but trapped beneath him; her limbs straining against the bonds. She let out another loud guttural sound as she felt his cock begin to pull out of her, her vaginal muscles still clamping down on him, stopping his withdrawal.

 

[Powerdog16]

John held her tight as she rode into the first of he planned on MANY releases to come! He thrust into you, knowing with each second the blood was rushing back into those nipples making them incredibly sensitive! He kept his hands on her ropes and drove into her again and again, his tool swelling harder and faster with each thrust! He said, "I want to feel you release... I want you saying my name... you can do it!" He barked at her as quietly as he could!

He could not hardly keep himself in check as it was when he felt her splash over the edge! Her body exploding hot wetness from her tunnel as she bit into her lip till it bled! He didn't stop either... he kept pounding her sending her over and over into what he needed her to have! It was only when she was at her tightest on his tool did he finally release his hot white goodness deep into her!!! He clamped up, seized up, held her tightly as he let his tool pulse over and over inside her!!!

He held her in this position for the longest time... till his simply slid out of her and then eased her onto her back on the bed, laying down next her smiling, he kept her bound exactly as he has set her up in. As a result with her arms in the small of her back, it forced her breasts to arch up and her mounds to be particularly inviting despite how tender they may be.

He let his hands trace her body and leaned in kissing her softly. He whispered, "You have never answered my question. Why exactly have you been so hard core on me? What exactly was it that I did to you to make you act like you hated me so much and yes, I say act because I don't think you really hate me now that I know you." He let his hands wander down her body as she thought about what she was going to say and how.

He could see she was really troubled by these questions and he said, "Listen, when I first met you, you were less than a exemplary boss with me. I had a lot of animosity towards you. I admit it. Finding you like I found you today was a blessing in disguise for me... because I was able to finally level this playing field, but after being here with you... I realized that you don't hate me and I am good about that. And further, I don't hate you. I am very fond of you in this short day we have really begun to understand each other. I don't ever want to hurt you now in ways you don't want to be hurt. We are in this together in for the dime in for the dollar now. But it would really help me with my peace of mind to know what it was I did..."

I leaned in and kissed her lips as she trembled at his words and prepared to answer his question...

 

[hereiam_1971]

She came almost as soon as he entered her wet sex, her sheath clamping down hard on his cock as she felt the release from the last hours build up. She was loud, her noises echoing in the small room, as she felt him grab the ropes and hold her up off the bed. He continued to drive in her hard, and she felt her pussy sucking in his shaft, as she trembled, the throb from both her nipples accentuating her orgasm.
"I want to feel you release... I want you saying my name... you can do it!" she heard him in her ear, and she felt him twinge deep inside of her. Even as the first orgasm started to subside, she felt him pushing her to another.

“Master,” she whispered her voice faint as she panted, “Master…Fuck me, yes… Fuck me John.” As she came a second time, again her vagina tried to entrap his invading cock and her body quivered uncontrollable, only restrained by her bonds. Her vision started to go black, but she managed to remain conscious through the orgasm, and she shivered harder, biting her lip as she felt him join her in the pleasure. His cock pulsed and flexed deep inside of her, and she could feel his warm cum fill her.

She nuzzled her head against his chest, as he continued to hold her up. She planted small kisses along his chest, as she felt him begin to soften inside of her. Her body ached from a combination of the binds and his manipulations of her, and her nipples still throbbed from the pins, but she still felt amazingly satisfied. As he slipped out of her, she felt him gently lay her back down on the bed, her hands positioned under the small of her back, arching, her legs still spread wide from the binds.

She shivered wearily as she felt his hands trace gently over her body, and sighed happily as his lips tasted her body. She felt drained, but at the same time was elated at the touch of this man. She listened to his questions, and she struggled to find the answers, at least answers that would satisfy his need for answers.

His questions became for troubling for her, and as she listened to his words, she understood that this was only the beginning. He wasn’t satisfied with simply making love with her, but he was going to continue to evolve their roles. The idea both scared her and excited her, the sex she had had with him, both that morning in the comm. bunker and here in her own quarters had been the most intense sexual experience of her life.

Now, though, he had changed roles, no longer the complete dominant, he was now tender and he wanted to understand her. This change scared her even more than the possibility of him dominating and using her as he had just done. She wasn’t sure what she was ready for in a relationship, and this man was her subordinate, if they got caught both could end up in prison and expelled from the Air Force. Still, just as she had wanted him to use her, she wanted this side of him too, and after the questions his mouth had found hers, and she pressed her tongue into his mouth, her need for him close to her overwhelming her.

Her fear escalated as he broke the kiss, and looked down at her expectantly. ‘What should I tell him,’ she thought, ‘I haven’t spoken of this in years, not to anyone.’ She was afraid of his reaction, would she think he was trying to make him into a different person. Would he understand her issues; fucked up as they were. But she realized that she trusted him, she had to now that their relationship had changed the way it had. So quietly she said.

“John, it wasn’t anything you have done. You remind me of someone, a friend I had through high school, a friend who died a long time ago. I was attracted to you, and I tried to find a way to keep you at a distance and in my own fucked-up way, this seemed to make sense. However, it seems to have turned on me, because here we are, in the exact position I had hoped to avoid. Except now, I don’t want to avoid it.” She began to weep softly, as she opened up her feelings to him. “I would have done nothing to destroy your career, or jeopardize your time here, and I am so sorry I treated you the way I did.”

Looking at him, her vision blurred with the tears, she knew pictures or no pictures, this was the way she wanted him. The tenderness he was showing her now was so markedly contrasted with the way he had tortured her for the last hour, and she knew that she would do whatever he asked of her. She leaned upward, her body protesting from weariness and straining against the bonds, and found his lips, marveling at how tender they felt against her own stinging lips.

 

[Powerdog16]

John laid there and felt her lips on his after she explained the why of her actions, contemplating what she had as they kissed deeply. He could feel an almost desperate touch in the kiss and knew that she had opened herself up to him in an even more intimate way than she had when he first made her take her clothes off. He gently pulled away from her kiss, her eyes locked on his as he slowly moved down her body, untying one leg at a time, letting his lips kiss and trail all the way to the ropes, remaining around the leg as his fingers worked the binds that freed each leg.

He then moved his arm to her ropes between her bosom and pulled her upright, repositioning himself behind her, making her sit between his legs. He said nothing for a long time as he worked on removing the ropes. She had treated him like dirt because he had reminded her of some dead guy in her past. She had done the same thing to him that Anne had done to him in high school...

Anne had been a girl who was known for being a little out there... and she had had the biggest crush on him during his senior year. The problem with Anne was she had been a weightlifter as well and she would express her feelings towards him by hitting him... sometimes very hard. It was like a grade school thing where you on someone only because you liked them. Anne had more often than not left him bruised up and hurt. The funny thing was he refused to hit her back. Even though she had been bigger than him most of the high school career, he had trained in martial arts and never EVER used them on her... because she was still just a girl. It was a honorable thing to do... though one that he probably could have handled a little differently. He had thought he had left that kind of behavior back in school and yet... here he was in the midst of it again.

When her arms were free, she spun to face him, a look of need in her eyes to find out what he was thinking of her confession. He could see she was scared she was losing him already. He took her arms, one at a time and began to massage them tenderly, bringing there full use back to life. He turned his eyes and looked up at her and said, "I understand why you did what you did. I do. Thinking back on all the abuse, it is now making sense to me now that you have told me your reasons."

He moved his hand up to her cheek, caressing it softly, then wiped away her tears that still dampened her face saying, "For what it is worth, I forgive you. And I hope you can forgive me for what I did to you. I am afraid I can't lie to you though. I was going to turn you in at first. I was going to try and hurt your career. I didn't think I was going to but the more I think about this, the more I realize I was going to. I won't anymore. Like I told you before you are safe with me and we are in this together. We just have to be VERY smart about this. And this still leaves us in a bit of a bind... Ummm.." He picked up the rope and said, "no pun intended..."

Her eyes seemed to relax as he introduced a faint bit of humor to their talk and even managed to squeeze out a half smile. He kissed her lips once more and said, "I won't hurt your career which means we have to keep things on duty exactly as they we have been doing them. Your behavior can't alter at all, save for small minor changes. Do you understand baby?" He kissed her lips and felt her arms wrap around his body, the first time she had done that to him ever. He realized this and quickly put his arms around her too, giving her the protective cocoon of his body around her.

She gave a nod and he felt more tears sliding down her face onto his chest. He felt so out of place all of sudden. This hard as steel NCO who had always been this ball busting man hater was weeping on his chest, so vulnerable, exposed, and weak. He had to wonder what kind of inner turmoil she was facing on a day to day and hour by hour. He realized what he needed to do... it was like an epiphany to him.

He looked down at her and said, "I know you are scared. You are vulnerable and exposed to me. I want you to know that with all these feelings, you can trust in me. Trust me. Believe in me and that I know how to take care of this side of you. It is okay to be vulnerable and exposed to me. I want you to feel safe being here this way with me, because I know that when it is time to do the job, it will make you a better NCO and boss... a stronger one."

He smiled at her and caressed her face once again, letting her soak in what he was saying. He kissed her lips once more, glancing at her clock and realized it was almost 1AM. How long had they been at it? 4 hours now? He smiled and looked at her and whispered, "I have your back... I will always have your back now... I do need... as much as I don't want to... I do need to go. It would look too suspicious if I slipped from your room before your shift starts..."

He gently slid off the bed, headed to his clothes and got dressed. He turned to her and packed up all the gear he had brought with him. He also pulled out a second PT shirt, smiling to her. He took the one off his chest and laid it on the bed for her, then slid into the second shirt. He said, "Perhaps something of mine in here that would not raise suspicion will help us baby..."

He walked to her, handing her the shirt and then kissed her again very tenderly. He whispered, "Tomorrow, be ready for something unexpected from me pet... You will always be my slave now... tonite, however, you earned your sleep. Sleep well sugah..."

He turned and headed to the door, unlocking it, peeking to make sure it is safe, then looking back to her and said, "See you in the morning... ma'am" He gave a playful wink to her as he smiled and then locked the door from the inside, closed it and slipped off to his own barracks...