Anchored in the Hangar

Hangar Cum-Dumpster (Working title)

I stepped up behind my wife as she finished applying her lipstick. She wore a black blouse with sheer sleeves, stars patterned into the gauzy fabric that covered her slender arms. Her breasts pushed firmly against the fabric, and the low neckline displayed a moderate amount of cleavage. Her shirt was tucked into a tight tan pencil skirt that hugged the gentle curves of her hips, ending just below her knees and showing off her shapely calves. Nude stockings, clipped to a beige garter belt I knew she had on, completed the look. Her glossy hair was done up in tight ringlets and tied into a sophisticated up-do. She looked as soft and feminine as I didn't.

I wore a simple 3 piece suit in navy blue. The jacket was getting a little snug around the midsection, but I still looked good for my age. Broad shoulders filled out the suit, firm, sturdy hands extending from the sleeves. My square head topped it all, close cropped hair going grey at the temples, but just making me look distinguished.

I placed my large hand on her delicate shoulder and rubbed the back of her neck with my thumb. "Mmmm." She moaned and melted back against me. I leaned closer to her ear and whispered to her.

"Are you ready for tonight my love?" She shivered at my breath on her skin.

"Mmmm, I am. It's going to be wonderful." She cooed at me, half closing her eyes as she imagined what awaited her.

I slid my hand down her arm, gripped her hand lightly and brought it behind her back. My other hand brought a padded leather cuff with several rings attached to it up, and fastened it around her wrist. Then I brought her other hand behind her, and fastened a matching cuff on the other wrist, joining them with a clasp.

She shuddered as she pulled against the restraints lightly. I grabbed the collar off the vanity in front of her and she lifted her chin, exposing her throat. I leaned forward and kissed her neck before encircling it with the collar and pulling it tight, but not too tight.

"James knows the signal if it ever goes too far. And I'll be nearby." I say this to reassure myself as much as her. We're both looking forward to this, but excitement comes with trepidation.

She turned to face me and I clipped a chain leash to the ring on the collar. "I'm not scared," she whispers as I cradle her face in my hand. She beams at me, love written across her features, but something glitters darkly in her partially-closed eyes.

I smile back at her. "Good." I stroke her cheek and she closes her eyes fully. Then I pull my hand back and slap her hard, twirling her nearly around before I grab the chain and pull her towards the door, our waiting car, and a night of both pain, and pleasure.

I pulled the door to the front office of the hangar open hard, letting it swing wide and slam against the wall. I yanked my wife's hair as I pulled her through the door. I could have used the chain attached to the collar I'd put on her. But her comfort was not on my mind right now. She thrashed and squealed incoherently as I pulled her behind me.

Heads turned as I dragged her into the office, the sergeant and master corporal at the desk first annoyed at the disruption, then slightly bashful as they recognized me, then joining the two corporals in the room in shock as they comprehended what they were seeing.

The sergeant, James, knew what was coming. We'd talked to him at length about this, between our sessions with him. He was a large man, somewhat portly, but powerfully built. Where my face was square and severe, his was round and jovial.

"There will be a briefing in the canteen now." I growled loudly.

I barely paid them any more mind as I rushed past, pulling my wife almost off her feet every step. She did fall when one of her heels snapped off, but I just gripped harder and pulled her along the ground. The whole time, the clinking and jangling on the latch securing her cuffs together played a soft tune to accompany the shrieks coming from her mouth.

I hurried down the hall towards the canteen, where several more techs were poking their heads out to see what the racket was. They retreated when they saw me coming, and I followed them into the rest area for the maintenance crew. I could hear the others from the office follow me in.

When I stood in the centre of the room looking towards the couches and coffee table, the TV on the wall behind me blasting the hockey game, I yanked my wife to her feet. "You fucking brute! You bastard!" she spat at me. I smacked her across the face with the back of my free hand, not very hard, but enough to bloody her lip and shut her up for a moment.

I pulled her face close to mine."Enjoying yourself?" I whispered at her, a grimace of anger still plastered to my face. She just formed a slight grin and licked the blood from her lip seductively.

The various techs covering the Friday night shift had arranged themselves on the dirty, decrepit couches and chairs of the canteen quickly. They stared at me now, fear and confusion present on all their faces. Some of them chanced leers at my wife, but no one spoke.

I addressed the twelve techs, nine men and three women, assembled before me. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm sure you're all surprised to see me here at this hour and with company too." I jerked my wifes head to emphasise the company I was referring to.

"It seems my wife has decided she wants to be fucked by every man and woman on this base. I thought I'd help her accomplish that goal, and rather than waiting for all of you to come to her, decided to bring her to you."

"He's crazy! I have no idea what he's talking about! He thinks I've been sleeping with half the officers here!" I pulled my fist back and slugged her in the stomach, driving the wind out of her and making her buckle. She didn't reach the floor, my fingers still gripping her hair near the roots.

"She will be joining you as the weekend's entertainment in the supply closet in the vehicle bay. If anyone wants to relieve themselves of some tension, feel free to use her as you see fit."

With that I turned and left the canteen, pulling my wife towards the hangar bay I'd mentioned and striding purposefully towards the supply closet. When I thought I was out of ear-shot, I chanced a whisper to her, "That wasn't too far was it?"

"I came a little," was her hoarse reply and she looked up at me.

I punched in the code to the supply closet and flung the door open. I threw my wife across the large desk in the middle of the room.I attached the chain on her collar to one of the eye-bolts I'd screwed into the heavy desk. I released the latch attaching the padded leather cuffs together, flipped her onto her back, and secured each cuff to another eyebolt at the corners of the desk.

I opened a drawer of a cabinet in the room and pulled a heavy tie-down chain out. I threw one end over two exposed girders in the ceiling and caught it as it fell. I let the hooked ends dangle as I pulled the matching set of cuffs from my jacket pocket. I set them on the desk and took my jacket off, then picked the cuffs up and knelt to wrap them around my wife's beautiful, slender, delicate ankles.

She pulled her feet up and tried to kick at me with her high heels. She actually caught the side of my head before I managed to grab her feet. I yanked hard and felt her stop struggling for the moment. I transferred one foot so I was holding them both in one hand, and used my free hand to secure the cuffs one by one.

I stood and pulled her feet up to the hooks dangling from the girders. They were spaced apart enough that connecting the cuffs to the hooks spread her legs wide, forcing the skirt up to her hips and exposing the garter belt and her matching lacey white and beige thong.

"Feeling exposed darling? That's alright, you'll get used to it soon." I picked up a utility knife off the shelf to my right. "In fact, let me help you with that."

I ran the blade along her shirt, and slipped it beneath the waistband of her skirt. Pulling up sharply, I sliced the skirt apart and it fell unceremoniously against the desk. Then I turned the knife around, blade up, and ran it up her toned stomach, the sharp edge parting her blouse and exposing her shapely torso and gorgeous tits. Finally I pulled her thong away from her dripping snatch and sliced it apart, displaying her cunt and bush to the world.

The sight of her perfect body, the body she'd used to attract me years ago, that I loved and cherished so deeply, that I would soon surrender to the members waiting just outside the door, drove me mad for a moment. I pressed the flat of the blade against one of her tits, below the nipple and dragged it across her flesh slowly. She squealed and shrieked as it bit into her, blood welling up slowly and running down her breast to her stomach, sliding off to her side and pooling on the desk.

I raised the blade and inspected the crimson hanging to the edge. I could almost see myself reflected in the droplet before it fell and splashed against the tent at the front of my pants. I hadn't realised I'd had a throbbing erection. I wonder when that happened. I tossed the knife back on the shelf where I'd picked it up from.

Before I could stop myself, I dropped my hand to her soaked pussy and pushed two fingers into her roughly. "Oh God!" she whimpered as I pumped them in and out a few times, before pulling out of her and walking to the other end of the desk. I shoved my wet fingers into her gaping mouth, driving them into her throat and making her gag.

I unclipped her leash from the front of the collar, clipping it to the back instead. I pulled her roughly by the hair until her head was fully over the edge and ran the leash under the desk. I secured it to a point under that was far enough that she wouldn't be able to lift her head fully, not without choking herself, thus keeping her throat lined up for whatever the techs who would be using her wanted to shove into her mouth.

I turned to leave and saw several faces looking in through the door. I stopped for a moment, glanced towards the other tools on the shelf, pliers, vice grips, screwdrivers and wrenches, and then looked back at the woman I loved.

I picked up a pair of pliers and handed them to a greasy-looking twenty-something tech. "Make sure her pussy is bare of hair by the time I get back." I heard her groan with what sounded like dread, but I knew to be pure arousal.With that I left the room, walking back out the way I'd come.

I heard some concerned whispers from the techs, but that's what I'd briefed the sergeant for. I heard him speak up before I got far. "Well, you heard him. We've got jobs to do and hair to pull! I'll let you have half an hour in here, and then you get your asses to work! Work time is for workin'! Break time is for fuckin'!"

I headed towards my office, far enough that any noise would be quieter, but I'd still be able to hear her screams. I sat at my desk, unfastened my trousers, and pulled my cock out. I could already hear her moaning loudly between her demands to stop. I stroked my cock lightly to the sound of her suffering, knowing she'd be getting off the entire time.

Not me though. I'd let the boys and girls have their fun with her for a few hours while I worked on myself for a while. I caught a nap at some point, and when James had dismissed the crew for the night, he and I enjoyed my wife's battered, sore, ruined, and thoroughly pleased body. I got breakfast and dropped her legs, flipped her over and secured her in standing-doggy style.

Then I locked the door, leaving her to wait until the sergeant on day shift decided to reward someone for a job well done. They'd personally escort them to the closet, reassure them that this was exactly as the Crew chief wanted, and leave them to have their fun.