He decided against the recommended head shave and tattooing of slut or the equivalent across the girls head but the nine point restraint looked sensible, neck, elbow, wrist, knee and ankle straps, if, that is vaginal fucking was the intention.
'High pressure cold water enema,' he read, 'Mouth, ass, kunt, he read the spelling betraying its wartime German origin, and he quickly decided on an initial three way penetration, with toe and nipple sucking and ear licking, backing off to a nine point restraint with the lads rota fucking so her vagina was filled almost continuously, he realised they needed a strong metal framed bed and a wipe clean mattress from sick bay, for the main event so he quickly wrote a requisition and sent it to the quarter masters department.
They practised dismantling the four post bed until the time came down to two minutes, brought electric patio heaters to keep the garage warm and generally prepared for the operation as seriously as if it was a raid on the Taliban, finally and crucially he sorted out a rota and a regular supply of hot food.
"All ready Sarn't Major?" Col Melchett asked.
"Yes sir, we thought three way to begin," CSM Jarvis explained.
"Spare me the details, she is my daughter," Col Melchett replied awkwardly, "But are you ready?"
"H hour is any time after twenty one hundred hours sir, a bite to eat and we'll be set." Jarvis replied.
"Good, twenty two hundred should be about right, but be ready, no cock ups," Melchett cautioned, "If you'll pardon the pun."
Guests arrived from seven onwards, the paddock behind the stables served as a car park, the Band played, George strode around in his best uniform looking important, Mary looked glamorous in her new gown and was careful not to move too quickly as otherwise her tits kept popping out of the skimpy wisp of black fabric which defined her cleavage and as the sun set the marquee glowed eerily in the glow of disco lights against the satin blackness of the suburban night.
Drinks flowed, the local drug pusher was ejected from the grounds with more force than strictly necessary and then as ten o'clock approached the family assembled before the stage where "Hells Monsters," as the lads from the regimental band had temporarily renamed themselves, were playing and the Colonel took the microphone.
"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen," he announced, "Thank you all for coming, as you know today is Lucinda's birthday," he paused for the party goers to groan, " I can hardly believe that it is eighteen years since she came into the world kicking and screaming, not dissimilar to how she was dancing just now in fact, but what you don't know is that Mary and myself have a very special present for darling Lucy, here you are my darling, enjoy!" he said and handed Lucinda the key to a padlock. "In the garage," he whispered.
"Thank you daddy," Lucinda said slightly drunkenly, "Daddy bought me a car," she said, "It's either a Beetle or a MINI but I don't want a car I want cock!" she shouted, "Lovely big black cock, and lots of it!"
"Lucy!" her mother protested.
"Well you make me live like a Nun," Lucy replied, "Well I'm grown up now and I choose who I see, not you and who I go out with and who I go to bed with ok, not you, oh and Geoffrey, where are you?" he waved at her, "Sod off ok, loser!"
"Lucinda, please," Col Melchett pleaded, "Don't make a scene."
"Why not, its' my party!" she pointed out reasonably.
"So on with the music," Col Melchett ordered and turned to the lead singer of 'Hells Monsters' and said, "Carry on Sar'nt Brown."
Music blasted the night once more, and Melchett grasped Lucinda by the arm and steered her out if the marquee and across to the garage, "I went to a lot of trouble to get this present so bloody well enjoy it!" he insisted.
"I don't want a bloody car," she protested as he showed her to the padlocked garage door.
"Oh yes you do," he insisted, "Now undo the padlock and enjoy your present!"
"Oh just to keep the peace," she said, secretly thrilled that she was to get her own wheels and the independence to screw who ever she wanted, "But I'm not interested," she said as she undid the lock and opened the door.
A new partition with a door to the side blocked her path, "Oh, what have you done?" she asked intrigued and she opened the new door and stepped into the darkness, the lights flashed on.
"Surprise!" a dozen black voices shouted as one as she stepped into the now carpeted and partitioned triple garage where a four posted bed occupied the space usually reserved for her father's cars which usually sat covered with dust quietly leaking oil.
She stared, a dozen trouser less but otherwise immaculately turned out soldiers stood in line , each holding a ruler against his erect penis with one hand as they gently wanked themselves with the other.
"Daddy!" Lucinda protested.
"It's what you asked for Lucy," he said as he kissed her head, "Enjoy, carry on Sarn't Major," he added and wished them a "Good night," as he turned on his heel and strode away, pausing only to lock the door again.
"If you'd like to get on the bed Miss," CSM Jaris invited.
"Look, really," Lucinda said awkwardly.
"Right Lads, you know what to do," he ordered.
A dozen hands gripped Lucinda as the squad surrounded her, her shoes and hold up stockings slipped from her feet, her panties followed before her party dress slipped over her head followed by her bra, within twenty seconds she was completely naked, another half minute the squad had lifted her and carried her away to the wet area at the far end of the garage behind a partition where the hose reel waited.
The end of the hose was liberally coated with lube and despite her protests they made her bend at the waist and six pairs if hands held her as Andaman inexpertly forced six inches of aluminium hose nozzle up her tight anus, she screamed into a hand clamped firmly across her mouth and then when she felt the pain could not get worse agonisingly cold water gushed inside her.
She tried to scream as the nozzle was removed and the water flowed out again, and tried again as the nozzle was re inserted and her belly swelled again as the men held her over the drain, twice more they repeated the operation until CSM Jarvis judged she was now "Nice and clean and fuckable."
Meanwhile the four-poster bed had been dismantled by the rest if the squad and the more utilitarian but practical metal framed bed had replaced it.
Lucinda knew nothing of this, she felt the soft towels that dried her, and the firm but gentle hands that took her to the bed and as drilled the squad assembled in their allocated places,
Garrick, on his back, his huge black cock erect as they guided her down onto him, her well lubed and freshly stretched pink anus yielding reluctantly to gravity as her own weight impaled her before they pushed her shoulders back so she lay on his lap as he cupped her breasts allowing Umbuntu to slide between her legs as Andaman and Williams held her knees wide apart, Llareggub waited to stick his cock in her mouth, while as they had practised in the drill hall with the mannequins and naughty Sandra three holed blow up doll with real blonde hair, Judd and Trefork readied themselves to suck her nipples while Roberts and Smith prepared to suck her toes, and Arun and Mumps to lick her ears.
Lucinda's mind exploded with the mixed sensations, her vagina stretched uncomfortably by a cock that banged painfully against the neck of her womb, while another gross intrusion agonisingly spread her anus while surprisingly tender lips inflamed her toes nipples and ears, even as a further penis sought access to her mouth and throat.
CSM Jarvis watched with pride as his squad seemed to engulf her, ten minutes after walking in dressed in her party dress she was naked and having the fucking of her life except Llaregub's cock was barely inside her mouth, "Fuck her throat lad, you can do it!" Jarvis ordered.
"Too tight sir!" he protested.
"Stand back, let a man do it!" Jarvis ordered and he whipped out his own seven inches of pink meat, "Open up then bitch, I mean miss," he ordered and when she tried to protest he rammed his modest pink member deep into her throat, she tried to scream and tried to bite his cock which simply inflamed his passion and suddenly he was cumming, pumping his load down her throat making her gag.
Lucinda choked on the warm sticky cum but somehow she managed to pretend it was blancmange and was able to swallow every drop.
"Right, that's lubed her up lad, now fuck her," Jarvis blustered as he pulled his glistening cock from Lucinda's mouth allowing Llareggub to take his place.
CSM Jarvis looked on with pride as his lads performed, "Best Fucking section in the British Army," he chuckled but then as Umbuntu and then Garrick seemed to cum he ordered, "Rotation, on my mark, three, two, one, Rotate!"
Like a single organism they moved away, Llareggub, reluctant to pull his stiff cock from the warm haven of Lucinda's mouth and throat, needed a tap on the shoulder to convince him to move but quickly positions were reversed, Lucinda was lifted off a soft black cock while a new man slid into position with a huge erection and she as sat down ready for a fresh black cock up her vagina, while the recovering squaddies took up licking or kissing roles.
