2 comments/ 21114 views/ 0 favorites Retraining Ms Carstairs By: angiefuch Retraining Miss Carstairs Note: The characters in this fictional story are entirely fictional and are generic and not based on any single individual officer or enlisted man or woman. Part one, in a drill hall. Company Sergeant Major "Mike" Orangu marched swiftly into the lecture hall as Private Millar stood beside the door and saluted, Orangu smiled, it always gave him a little hit of pride when a white squaddie saluted him, even after twelve years in the Army. "Ten-Shun" he barked and turned to face the almost empty lecture hall. Just four women stood waiting, Privates Lilly Manser and Gates and Lieutenant Colonel Carstairs, the Ice Maiden, just four in a hall seating five hundred. "Right course four seven oh eight," Orangu spoke with barely a hint of an afro carribean accent. "Counter insurgency techniques," he smirked, "And surviving in captivity, so why so little interest?" he asked, and then ordered "Millar, in here, on the double." "Sah!" Millar replied as he clattered over noisily marching like a player in a silent film at double speed. "Millar, why are we in a Five hundred seat auditorium when there are four squaddies and only four squaddies on the course." Orangu enquired. "Because you're an asshole and the rest dropped out sah."The squaddies looked on, three afro carribean women in standard green private soldiers uniform of sweaters and trousers and Ms Carstairs in her smart officers jacket and skirt. Ms Carstairs went crimson. "Millar how dare you speak to a superior," she stormed and then and only then did she realise the whole point iof the training was she should remain impassive, so she sighed, "Oh bugger." "It's part of our training routine Marm." Millar assured her, Sarn't Major scripted it Marm, it's written down here, see". "Thank you Millar" Orangu said, "Character, keeping in character, that is the key to counter insurgency work Mizz Carstairs, if you were seriously taking this course I would have kicked you off right now, but under the circumstances well I don't suppose I can." "Sorry Sarnt Major, If I could explain girls, I am the new Commanding Officer of the counter insurgency unit, I am Lieutenant Colonel Carstairs and I am taking this course because I do not believe in ordering others to do things I am not prepared to." "Shut the fuck up bitch." Millar swore and stepped forward striking the beautiful former olympic athlete and beauty contest finalist across her cheek. "That's a court martial offence see me." Ms Carstairs stopped in mid sentence as Millar slapped her other cheek before grasping the collar of her green military blouse and tearing it open to reveal her army brassiere green 34 C (sports) which barely restrained her pear shaped breasts as they heaved with anger. "What part of shut the fuck up didn't you understand bitch." Orangu asked? "You see one slip like that in the field and your dead, maybe not straight away, maybe peritonitis from an untreated wound but more likely Hep B or Aids, do you understand Marm." "Yes Sarnt Major, I'm sorry." "Right, one paper twenty questions, half an hour, begin." he said, "No wait, turn the tables around, I want each of you facing away from the others no conferring or cheating." The questions were simple any primary school child could answer them, Ms Carstairs finished the paper in five minutes and then fretted at the waste of time. "Time's up, papers please Ok, Private Lilly," Orangu asked, he looked at the paper, "Acceptable, almost," and "Private Manser, not too bad, there's two n's in Jo berg, Private Gates, so - so and oh my god, looky here, oh hush my mouth, she got all the questions done girls, she put her name and rank and that will get you shot you stupid bitch, you been learning your false identity for three weeks.." "Look Sarnt," she stopped as Millar hit her once more, then as she buried her face in her hands Millar reached round and flipped her bra catch, it fell away revealing her breasts. "What part of shut the fuck up don't you understand, cunt." Orangu asked. "I'm sorry Sarnt." Ms Carstairs explained, "Do you enjoy humilliating," another slap from Millar as he pulled her jacket and torn blouse off and slipped her bra from her shoulders. "I sure do Miss, that's why I joined the Army!" he joked, "but on ops you going to need to go bare titted so I guess you need to practice." "Private Lilly can't go without no bra Sarnt," Pte Phoebe Manser explained, "Cos her tits will drag the ground." "You jealous you flat chested bitch." Pte Mandy Lilly responded. "Girls," Miss Carstairs cautioned but Millar slapped her again."sorry Sarnt. habit." she apologised.as the tears stained her English rose cheeks. "Keep in character Marm, please" Orangu suggested, "It's fuck time Millar." Millar adanvced and lifed Ms Carstairs skirt and tried to rip her knickers down, the officers underpants, Army Mk 3b, womens, resisted his assault Ms Carstairs had drawn the drawstring tight and the legs of the garment reached nearly to her knees, protecting her virtue. "Green ones eh miss." Orangu lisped, "Comfy, sexy, But not fucking knife proof, where are your black Kevlar ones?" "I,I, ah." she stammered. "Shaved and can't stand the itching?" Millar suggested, "They all say that." He took his knife and sliced easily through the fabric, "On your back bitch." Millar was too slow, the heavily booted foot on the end of the long elegant leg that had nearly qualified her for the Olympic team heptathlon three years before caught Millar just below his left ear and he collapsed like a sack of potatoes. "She fucking kicked me." Millar said groggily as he stood up. "That's the spirit, no woman will readily consent to rape, unless they fancy the rapist which is why I use Millar who no one ever fancies." they all laughed, except Millar. The door opened, Colonel Francombe entered, "Ten Shun." Orangu ordered. "My god, Miss Carstairs, what happened." he exclaimed in surprise, "Millar tried to rape me." she said shakily. "Part of the exercise sir." Orangu assured him. "Here have some of this, its energy drink." Francombe offered as he handed her his hip flask, she drank greedily, and soon felt much better. A pleasant warm glow spread over her as Millar peeled off her boots and skirt and remains of her army issue panties. "That's enough Millar, no touching an officer's privates. officers privates, that's funny eh what," Francombe made the joke against himself. "I'm afraid I have administered a date rape drug my dear, usually we let Millar do the deed but as you are an officer I think perhaps I should offer myself."Francombe advised, "Hold my belt a minute would you Millar." Millar took Col Francombe's belt as he undid and lowered his trousers. One two three One two three one. Francombe counted as her lowered his trousers in a precise military manner before lowering his military underpants. He counted One two three One two three one as he knelt and then as Ms Carstairs looked on incredulously bur helplessly he advanced and thrust his penis towards her as if presenting arms on a parade ground. "One two three one two." he counted as he thrust at her." "Beg pardon sir, its In two three, Out two three sir." Millar said, "She 's a lady officer sir not a fucking bunny rabbit." "Quite so, Millar, bit rusty what, almost forgot the drill," Francombe admitted. "In two three out two three," Ms Carstairs whispered. quietly, "Nice, can we try light infantry pace. now John." "Yes certainly Julia." Francombe answered. "Beg pardon Sarnt Major, but if she's bleedin drugged why's she asking to be fucked harder." Millar asked. "Because the dozy idiot probabaly didn't put any drug in the flask, "Orangu stage whispered, "and Mizz Carstairs has been trying to pull him ever since she was posted, his dad owns half of Galashields you know" "Pease sir can we go now?" and "Cor he's fit ain't he." said the three girls as they watched intently. "It's like he's doing fucking press ups, god look at that grin on her chops, I reckon she's cumming," Millar observed. "Fire on the count of three, One two, " Ms Carstairs ordered. "Ohhh god, too soon anyway I'm in fucking charge," Francombe insisted. "Your drill's rusty sir, I think you need to do a course, sir."Ms Carstairs said. "Quite so, Julia, quite so." Francombe said simply as he withdrew from her. Col Francombe gazed at his subordinates beauty, top grade breeding stock, he realised, very much like Grandma on the Royal side, must ask for a date one day, he thought, always a bugger to make the first move, he thought as he tucked his penis away leaving her awash with his cum. He pulled up his underpants and trousers, fastened his belt, saluted smartly and marched from the room. "He didn't even ask me out!" Ms Carstairs exclaimed; "Bastard." "I think you passed that module of the syllabus, Marm, that is if you're satisfied, "Orangu asked. "No, Sarn't Major," Ms Carstairs ordered as she mopped her leaking sex with Millars forage cap, "send a runner, my compliments to Col Francombe but he has not completed the task to my satisfaction, thus setting a poor example to the troops." "Millar, you heard." Orangu ordered, a huge white grin spearing across his coal black face, "and to think they call you the ice maiden." She saw his manhood swelling, "Officers only I'm afraid Sarn't." she grinned," but the other ladies?" "Yes Marm. Thank you Marm, I'll carry on Marm," he said "You have seen how to repell an attack, and how to capitulate without injury if attacked with overwhelming force, but seriously, it's tough out there, so who want's to be next?" "What?" the three trilled in unison. "Ten-Shun" Orangu ordered as Col Francombe entered. "Look, Carstairs, sorry but I really don't have time for this, can we meet later perhaps?" "Yes sir Oh Oh zero zero hours your quarters sir? Julia asked hopefully. "Make it Oh One Zero Zero Zulu." he suggested and smiled inwardly, weighing up whether it was appropriate to meet another officer in his quarters. "Yes sir, thank you sir," She agreed, "And make sure you are improperly dressed, I mean." Francombe blustered. "I'm sure the Officer understands sir," Orangu suggested. "Would sir care to observed further," Millar asked. "No, thank you Sarn't Major, carry on." Orangu saluted smartly as Col Francombe marched away, he regretted already passing up the chance to fuck Lt Col Carstairs, but it was nearly Fifteen Thirty and he didn't want to miss Miss Reilly on Chanel Four. Part two at Col Francombe's quarters Julia Carstairs stared at her reflection in the mirror, she knew she looked ridiculous, from her RASC green dog collar to the Army Issue sports bra with the cups cut out to let her nipples poke through and the army issue green underpants now improperly cut down to barely cover her neatly trimmed pubic hair and with a non regulation split right down the crotch. She had scoured the inter-net in vain for an army green corset, and garter belt or even army green sheer see through stockings, so she made do with a liberal application of camouflage grease paint, before she dressed in her spare number two dress uniform. She marched briskly to the Colonels quarters and waited for the Barracks clock to begin striking before knocking the door. The Colonel answered in person dressed in his spare number one dress uniform, "Oh" he said, I thought we were dressing. "Sorry sir coms problem, shall we redo the exercise?" she asked. "Certainly, in the study?" He asked. "Any where, kitchen table, garage, tennis court," Julia suggested in exasperation. "Why not here" he suggested. "We might stain the white carpet sir." Julia suggested, "Perhaps upstairs?" "Capital idea, in bed, yes excellent." he blustered, "come along quick march." Julia smiled as she slipped her uniform off and John's eyes slid greedily over her charms. "Miss Carstairs," he said cautiously. "Please don't take tis wrong but are you sure you are not obsessed with the army." "What?" she asked iincredulously. "Camouflage, green thong, are you sure you are sane." he asked. "I did it for you!" she snapped. "Then you see me as obsessive about the army, a one dimensional, passionless, a man of no consequence, just the inheritor of great wealth." John stopped, he had laid his soul bare and waited fearfully for her rebuff. "Yes, exactly," She repiled, "A heartless passionless sperm donor, I merely want you for your estates in Galashields, and I hope with practice to bring your bedroom drill to a conceptual standard." "Could you love me for myself, perhaps." he asked hopefully "Only if it was a direct order." she replied "Then that is an order, Mizz Carstairs, love me." "Certainly sir." she said delightedly. He barely noticed as she removed his trousers pulled him to her and impaled herself on his penis, "Do something," she wiled and then she saw the CD player, mood music, she thought as she stretched acros and flicked the switch, there was a drum roll, he stood automatically for the National Anthem, forcing himself impossibly deep inside her as she held him tight and they both stood the attention, her feet two inches off the floor and her mind on cloud nine, she was going to be Baroness, when his father snuffed it, life just could not get better. And then as the last notes of the anthem faded away so he laid her down and the stirring tones of the March "Colonel Bogey," rang out and he settled into a proper military rhythm, "Oh Sir, you're so romantic." Julia cried as the Colonel pistoned into her at precisely sixty thrusts per minute. "I have all the Alford marches eh what, and some Light infantry if we want a change." he explained, "Bugger I've lost count." "One hundred and seven sir, ready to receive ejaculate sir." Ms Carstairs spokes quietly and seductively and saluted as smartly as she could while flat on her back and Col Francombe stiffened as he allowed himself to expel a quantity of ejaculate. Julia knew she was the luckiest girl in the world. Retraining Ms Carstairs Ch. 02 "Good morning Sir!" Lt Colonel Julia Carstairs managed to mumble past Col Francombe's stiff Penis as she woke him with a blow job. "There really is no need to salute Julia!" he chided, She put her hand down uncertainly and rocked back on her heels "They recommend five portions a day sir!" she chirped. "I think that is fruit my dear." he advised. "Spoilsport." she whispered and returned to sucking. "I see you have me down to attend St Lucas' Church, Annistown at Ten next Saturday, Miss Carstairs. "Yes Sir, Number one best uniform sir." she added. "Why?" he asked. "Wedding sir, mine."she replied, "And yours." "Look old bean," he said as he stared at her perfect breasts, " practising married quarters drill is one thing marriage is something else." "Yes sir, your mother made the arrangements." Julia said proudly. "I went up in the Chinook last month and met the gardener and under chauffeur, your mother said the only reason they remain in your fathers employ is that she screws them regularly." "Quite so, minimum wage and all that, how did they take it?" he asked. "Actually, John, I took it, and really Jackson is so small I had to take him up my bum." "Gosh, poop shoot eh, I remember at school."John said but Julia silenced him with a SAS pressure point on his neck. "No sir, you forget all about Pinky Pinkerton and his ballet dress." Julia reminded him, "and as long as you marry me I will too." "Yes Miss Carstairs." John replied. "John," she asked as she cupped his balls and made a cunt of her fist to wank the Colonel to climax, "It will be awkward with your sister being called Julia too, could you call me something different d'you think?" "Certainly Muffin." "No," Julia said. "that's what you called Corporal Barthington when you had the affair, no I thought Miss, short for Mistress." Julia felt the twitching and jerking and aimed Johns appendage so as to ejaculate over the Duvet cover. "Yes, Oh God I disgraced myself." he said. "Silly man, it's cum not piss, at least I hope it is, so its settled then." "Yes," Col Francombe agreed,"If mother OKed it then I suppose I had better humour her." "Thank you very much sir." Julia stood and adjusted her battle-dress before announcing, "Parade in Ten minutes sir." "You take it Julia, I'm exhausted." John Francombe, announced. Julia smiled broadly, she loved taking parades, inspecting the troops, dishing out reprimands to fit guys for being improperly dressed, getting them a week or so confined to the guard room, away from wives and girlfriends where they became more and more frustrated, Julia felt there was something very satisfying about soothing a frustrated squaddie she felt, and she always did her best to relieve their tensions. She put the thoughts of pleasures to come aside, checked her appearance in the mirror and saluted and marched smartly from the room. The Parade Ground was already awash with milling squaddies, "Sarn't Major, what's the meaning of this!" Julia shrieked. "Morning Marm, waiting on the Colonel Marm." Company Sgt Major Faulkener barked back. "Well, Colonel Francombe is indisposed, so I shall take the parade, and I shall go away and when I come back I want order and precision," she said the volume of her voice rising, "Not a fucking shambles, do you understand?" "Marm!" Faulkener replied and he barked a series of orders. Ten minutes later and as Julia returned the Band struck up and C company marched, or waddled as CSM Faulkener described it onto the parade ground. "Playing your tune Marm," CSM Faulkener suggested, Julia scowled, how did the bastard know she and John fucked in march time she wondered and then she realised it was "You're Beautiuful" by James Blunt, hacked into march time by Bandmaster Herbert Ricketts. "Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere, Sarnt Major," Julia said with a grin. The inspection went swimmingly, a new recruit, Johnson, actually had his tunic buttoned wrongly and as she pointed it out she saw him getting hard, he blushed crimson, "We really must get these Privates sorted out Sarn't Major," Julia suggested ambiguously. "Julia?" Col Francombe asked uncertainly, "How exactly did you come top of the SAS selection course cross-country in the slowest winning time ever recorded." She kissed his cheek, "When we're married dearest." she said lovingly. At the Palace. "So my dear how did you disarm the six Taliban fanatics who captured you?" the kindly old Lady in the Tiara asked as she handed over the medal for Julia to pin on her own tunic. "Training Marm, and constant practice." Julia replied. "So my dear how did you disarm the six Taliban fanatics who captured you?" asked the randy old octogenarian in Admiral of the Fleet uniform, looking for all the world like an Hotel doorman as he stood beside his bejewelled wife as she presented the medal. "Fucked them to a standstill sir, Sergeant Major Orangu trained me well sir." Julia replied.m "Very good, could I arrange to inspect the training facility?" he asked. "No sir, you're too old, and" she reached and felt moisture at the front of his uniform trousers as she paused. "I think you came in your pants just thinking about it." "I say that black fella looks fit Pippin, have him sent round." the bejewelled Lady ordered. "Bloody woman turned me down." he said. "Well that's no reason why I shouldn't have a nice solid length of Ebony once in a while." the older lady replied. Julia walked proudly from the palace, medal pinned prominently to her chest and mingled with the other guests on the palace lawn. "What a horrible way to die." Watermark of B squadron, Blues, commented as Julia walked by. "What, with his nose up my ass and my dripping cunt smothering his face, at least he died happy," she replied. "No, I meant Major Johnson, don't you know," Watermark continued, "head blown off by a roadside bomb, bloody medic found the head fifty metres away and tried to stick it back on with a field dressing!" "Ah, right, I thought you meant Taliban."she said. "So you killed six!" he asked, "How." "Dumb blonde routine!," she giggled, "I had a wash with all the water we had, wasted it, and then, well I dehydated them." "What!" h asked. "Sucked the moisture out of them, I wrote it up for the Army website and Corporal Jenks did some photos and its very popular." she added. "Sucked the moisture, like a vampire?" he asked? "No Fellatio." she grinned, "I sucked all them moisture from them," and then as treat when they were really weak I let them fuck me and they got heart failure, its all in the appendix to the desert warfare manual, you can download it if you like." "Good Afternoon Marm." a grinning SAS sergeant greeted her. "Maybach, how good to see you, are you fit again?" she recognised the trainer from her SAS course. "Yes Marm. thank you Marm, it was a near thing though, I nearly lost it." he said wistfully. "If it's any consolation I was sore for a week." She said. "But you milked pints of cum out of me, your cunt muscles wouldn't let go and then you tore all the muscles in my groin, it was only hanging on by the skin when you left me to die!" he complained. Julia remembered how a mere two hour sex session had crippled the super fit SAS Instructor for life as he crawled into her slit trench and tried to rape her on exercises, only to find she was far from exhausted and despite fucking the eighteen other soldiers on the course during the course of the morning she had still not had a decent climax. "I'm glad you're better." she lied, she rather liked crippling proud Afro-Carribeans with her super toned cunt muscles. Julia was surprised when the Octogenarian sought her out, "Tried out for Olymics then" he said, "Seoul?" "No sir, the real ones not the pornstar." she said, "The MOD wouldn't grant leave for the pornstar olympics." "Look, how's about equestrian, the wife and I have a few fillies on our books, and well." "Well sir?" she asked. "Come round the mews a moment." he suggested suggestively. Julia followed dutifully as the he led her away to a stable building and tack room where she watched as he reached down a saddle from the wall, "Secret weapon, made it for Grand daughter, keeps her in the saddle a treat." "How sir?" she asked. With a wicked grin he produced a black wooden shaft some six inches long and three inches round, and screwed it into a threaded hole in the saddle. "With your muscles." he said. "Won't fall orf in a hurry!, sly hole in the breeches eh what?" "What's the big one for sir." she asked eyeing up the six inch diameter version. "Daughter, bloody slapper." he said, "Cunt like a culvert," he spluttered, "Take a chunk of mainmast on a bad day." "Sir" Julia said blushing. "Look Grand daughter wont use it, says it's cheating so how about it?" he asked. "Perhaps next year, plenty of time sir." she said as she walked away smiling. At Lord Farncombe's Country Mansion "Julia, I think we need a little talk about your night attire." Lucinda Francombe said tentatively as she met Julia Carstairs in the corridor leading to the servants quarters. "Too short my dear, cheap high street tat," Lucinda continued you should wear couture like this." the forty something year old pointed to her own expensive night gown dark brown,knee length with thin shoulder straps more ball gown than nightie, "And so much more practical." "Practical?" Lucinda queried, her own nightdress was much shorter and hugged her figure emphasising her curves. "Yes dear, it does not show the dirt and it comes off so much easier, look." she tweaked the shoulder straps over her shoulder and the nightdress fell to the floor. "Oh!" Julia gasped, "I see." "It's a big responsibility being mistress of a big house," Lucinda continued, "Are you sure you are up to it?" "I think so." Julia replied as Lucinda dressed again and they continued towards the servant's wing. "Periods the worst, having to blow four or six unwashed servant's cocks in succession", Lucinda continued, "it's dire at times, you know, dinner party, too much Vino, boring conversation, and then come three thirty one has to suck the hired help." "Oh," said Julia, "Hand Job, thumb up their ass no good?" she enquired. "There's no pleasure for me in that." Lucinda pointed out, "No I soldier on, but protocol, Butler, Chauffeur, Under Butler, Under Chauffeur and then Chef." she explained. "Chef may well be queer, but the offer should be made, and then and only then the Gardeners." Lucinda explained. "Gamekeeper, is a day appointment," Lucina explained, "make it a good one, I allow twelve minutes, two really rough shags, with a bit of head to get him stiff the second time, mostly they last two three minutes." "Two to three," Julia said, "Say five, total in door to out again, they're all tested regularly so no need for Jonnies, Condoms, but if you say five, and about six to do a night then you can be back in your own bed totally fucked by four." "What about John?" "Ah, he has the cook, you know, Hilda, the under-chef and the chamber maids except Violet and Lily are, well, they bat for the other side, oh, yes when Violet went away for a few days I had to, Lucinda paused, "I had to do her." "Did you?" Julia asked intrigued. "She told me off because I had done all the men first," Lucinda continued, "and of course I had a pussy dripping with cum and she wanted to lick me, but could not abide the slimy cum so I ended up licking her, you know,her front bottom, instead, it took for ever." "How long?"Julia asked. "Half an hour," she said, "I was shattered." "Is this it?" Julia asked, as they passed a door marked head chauffeur. "Yes," Lucinda opened the door and marched straight in, "Come on Brabbinger, Chop Chop." "Yes MiLady?" the bleary eyed pensioner with thinning grey hair and grey pallid complexion answered. "John's girl's doing the rounds." Lucinda explained as Julia pulled back the bedclothes and drooped her head over Brabbinger's tiny somnambulant penis, curled as it was like a sleeping door mouse. "Brabbinger, pay attention!" Lucinda shouted as Brabbinger indeed came to attention as Julia's fingers and mouth worked their magic. "Grug Gannlick, Oohhhh, sorry Marm, I seem to have cummed."Brabbinger said as he flopped back onto the pillows in exhaustion. "Wipe your face Julia," Lucinda suggested as they left the room, "One minute twenty three, you are good, I bet you can't dispose of Hargreaves so quick." "Ten pounds says I can." Julia replied thoughtlessly, but she was to be disappointed, Hargreaves was fast asleep and drunk so they gave up after five minutes. "Double or quits the Under-Chauffeur?" Julia suggested, but Maynard was a tough challenge, barely twenty, and even asleep he had a six inch erection forming a tent pole of the sheets. Julia climbed on the bed and had sank down on Maynard within ten seconds of entering but as he woke and grabbed her hips, she realised the task was hopeless, he had grown another two inches so he was jammed in the neck of her cervix without them being anywhere near touching crotch to crotch. "I think I'm going to cum Lucinda" Julia wailed. "Don't you dare, stiff upper lip and Julia!" Lucinda wailed as Julia bounced up and down energetically on Maynards erection, issuing little cries of pleasure, and looking for all the world as if she were having fun. "Ooohh too late," Julia whined, as she flopped down exhausted as Maynard's erection subsided "How long?" "It's in to out, not how long you ride for, but god you're a mess, all that sweating you're supposed to be fit." Lucinda chided, as the jealousy flooded through her, the girl had achieved climb on to orgasm in forty seconds, the girl should have been a whore, she thought. "Afraid there's only Skank the boot boy left, the others are off over Mangersbury at a Rave." Lucinda suggested, but Skank was lying exhausted on his bed, a spunk drenched copy of "tits" lay on the floor and waking him seemed pointless. "Bugger," Lucinda, squealed, "How the hell am I supposed to get to sleep now?" "What" Julia exclaimed. "I haven't had my O have I, you did them all, sod it." Lucinda complained. "Sorry, didn't think." said Julia. "No good being sorry," Lucinda complained, "Are you any good with a strap on?" "I'm afraid I don't bat for that side." Julia blushed. "Nonsense, stiff upper lip and all that, come along." Lucinda strode determinedly towards the back stairs and Julia followed slowly behind, Lucinda was searching through an antique oak chest full of adult toys when Julia joined her. "There's a good one somewhere," Lucinda explained, "Pre War, Antique, Ivory with leather straps, bought it from the Halal shop, in Nottingham, the "Camel" uses one on big ears you know, organic you see not plastic." "Is this it?" Julia reached up and pulled a leather strap hanging from the drapes of the four poster bed." "Yes, does it fit?" Lucinda said, and as Julia looked confused she lifted Julia's nightdress and tightened the waist belt. "Yuck you're full of cum." Lucinda complained, Julia smiled, it might make Lucinda leave her alone. "How's that," Lucinda asked as she tightened the crotch belt firmly. "Well it does nothing for me to be honest." Julia admitted. "Well it isn't really supposed to is it?" Lucinda suggested, "You've had your O but I still need one." "Yes Mother in Law, bend over!" Julia and thinking hard about her duty and the regiment and how the strap on rubbed against her clit she plunged the ivory dildo between Lucinda's pale pink pussy lips. "Oh that feels so good my dear, thank you!" Lucinda simpered as she galloped towards orgasm once more. To be continued...