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Major Slut
by Conwic (conwic@aol.com)

***

Being a military man can be a hard life, but if you can 
control your direct superior, well, that makes life a 
little easier. And if that direct superior happens to 
be an attractive female, well, that's just the icing on 
the cake. (M+/FF, bi, nc, rp, drugs, oral, anal, bd, 
intr, asian, tor, fisting, mc, military)

***

Author's Notes: This story includes descriptions of 
rape, torture, bondage, drug use, and humiliation. If 
these descriptions are likely to offend you, DO NOT 
READ THIS STORY. If you are under twenty-one years of 
age, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. This is a work of fiction. 
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is 
purely coincidental.

This story may be reproduced and distributed 
electronically where the laws allow so long as it is 
not changed in any way and authorship is acknowledged.

Comments and suggestions from readers are appreciated. 
Flames will be ignored.

I would like to thank SmCyber and other friends for 
their help in developing this story. The first two 
parts were written in 1996. The remaining 4 parts in 
1997.

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, 
places, and incidents, either are the product of the 
author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any 
resemblance to actual person, living or dead, events, 
or locales is entirely coincidental. Stories involving 
celebrities are parodies and not meant to represent the 
individual in a true sense.

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Chapter 1

Hearing those news reports on TV about that Army sex 
scandal at Aberdeen brings back memories for me, 
memories of the best sex I ever had -courtesy of the 
U.S. Army. I mean, how many men in this day and age can 
truthfully say that they have owned a woman against her 
will. Not just any woman, but his boss- in my case, a 
female officer. And not just used her himself, but 
forced her to display herself in front of and even give 
herself to a dozen other men, all of whom she hated. 
You've never heard about this; the Army was pretty good 
about covering the whole thing up. But it is worth 
remembering, even if only here. 

It was back in 1993, in Korea. I was in the 8th Army's 
signal brigade then. I'd joined to be an infantryman 
and was a good one; but after my own fucking track ran 
over my left foot on the last day of the Gulf War, I 
was profiled out of the Infantry and into the Signal 
Corp. I was a staff sergeant by then so I tried to 
stick it out to get my twenty, but I just couldn't take 
all the technical crap seriously. Nor could I take the 
REMF-weenies I had to work for and with seriously. 
After you've been in combat- after you've killed a man 
in battle, it's awfully hard to fit in with a bunch of 
glorified TV repairman.

Not surprisingly, I didn't do well in my new field. I 
could see the end of my military career fast 
approaching. Finally, they stuck me in the brigade's 
version of Siberia, an old communications relay station 
off the southern coast of Korea. It was just a little 
compound with a half dozen Quonset huts left over from 
the Korean War surrounded by a high fence. Above the 
huts on the top of a hill were the antennas. Despite 
the small size of the compound, the Army had taken 
possession of half the land on the island, leaving the 
local population barely enough land to squat on. 

The station had once been the link between Korea and 
Okinawa. Then satellites came in, and the place was no 
longer necessary. They kept it in case the satellite 
was shot down or more likely just out of habit. Anyway, 
since it did nothing other than the occasional test 
message there was very little to screw up. So it became 
the dumping ground for the misfits of the brigade. I 
was the NCO in charge working under an alcoholic 
Captain I ran the place even though I didn't know shit 
about the technical side of it.

Luckily, there wasn't a whole lot to do. I had eleven 
enlisted men, 10 signal types and a medic. They were 
all assholes or fuck-ups, which is why they were there. 
Most thought that they were badasses, but their 
previous bosses just hadn't understood how to handle 
them. I did. The first day I was there I found the 
biggest one of them, the toughest guy in the unit, and 
beat the shit out of him. It wasn't hard; these signal 
types tend to be weenies. Most had never been in a real 
fight in their lives. Growing up hardscrabble in 
Oklahoma, I've been in plenty. I learned that it didn't 
matter so much how big you were, just how willing you 
were to take the pain of being hit.

I didn't mind getting hit a few times if that meant I 
could get my licks in. That's what I had on these guys. 
They were afraid of being hurt; I wasn't. This asshole 
had fifty pounds on me. But when I kept coming after he 
hit me a few times, he folded, just curled up and cried 
as I pounded him. I didn't have any trouble with the 
men after that. 

I had ten Koreans working there too. They were the 
guards who manned the gate, the cooks, and the 
houseboys who did all the cleaning while the GI's lived 
like pigs. The head Korean was a fellow named Kim. He 
like all the others was from the island. They were a 
clannish bunch, like the hillbillies back in the 
States, where everybody marries their cousins, and they 
don't trust anyone who wasn't born there. I knew enough 
to stay on his good side and let him run things with 
the other Koreans. 

After a couple of months, Kim started sucking up to me, 
buying me drinks and fixing me up with freebies with 
the waitress at our little club- Miss Rhee- who did a 
little whoring on the side. I knew that he had a reason 
for this, and that it probably involved something 
illegal. At least I hoped it did; I would need some 
money for a new start when they turned me out of the 
Army. But I played it dumb until he worked up the nerve 
to make me an offer. Like the moon-shiners in the 
States, the islanders were short of land; they had to 
find a more profitable crop than the turnips and rice 
the farmers grew on the mainland. 

So, they grew a little opium which they sold to the 
Korean version of the Mafia in Seoul. Seems it was 
quite stylish for the Korean Yuppies to smoke the 
stuff. I believed him about the stuff going to Koreans; 
I'd never heard of soldiers buying opium from Koreans. 
I like to think that I would have stopped him then if 
the customers had been GI's, but I doubt it. What he 
needed from me was simple enough. 

I'd look the other way- and make sure everybody else 
did the same- while Kim's family grew the poppies on 
some of the land belonging to the Army, land which was 
off limits to the Korean police. I'd also help him 
transport the raw opium by using the site's supply 
truck to deliver the stuff to the mainland on its 3 
times a week supply run, allowing him to get it to his 
buyers even though the Korean police were watching 
everybody and everything which used the ferry to the 
mainland. In return he would pay me $1000 per 5 kilo 
sack delivered. We bickered a while. I settled for 
$1200 per sack. Suddenly, my post Army prospects didn't 
look so bad.

Things went beautifully for six months. By then, I had 
$66,000 in a bank in the Bahamas. I was happy, and I 
kept everyone else happy. I was paying Miss Rhee to 
keep the troops happy. A little free sex from her and a 
relaxed schedule- no formations, no PT, no shit 
details- kept their noses out of my business. The 
Captain was even easier. I just kept him supplied with 
booze. Only I was a little too generous. He drank 
himself to death before I had the $100,000 that was my 
goal. Still, I figured that his replacement would be 
just as fucked up as he was.

I was wrong. I learned later that his replacement, 
Major Amanda Thompson, was not exiled there as 
punishment because she fucked up but because she 
wouldn't sleep with the Brigade Commander. Just my 
luck. I'd never had a female commander and didn't much 
like the idea. It didn't seem right to me. You see, 
most of my experience with women has been with the 
whores around Army bases; that's what I thought of when 
someone said "woman"- a life support system for a 
pussy. Major Thompson was definitely different from the 
women I was familiar with. She was tall for a woman, 
almost six feet. Hard to tell how old she was by 
looking at her; she was in great shape physically.

Initially I guessed she was about 28 or 29, awfully 
young for a Major. Later I found she was 36. She looked 
to be built, even wearing those baggy BDU's. Her face 
fascinated me. With her short, reddish brown hair and 
lack of make up, she should have looked mannish. But 
she didn't; she looked both strong and feminine. Maybe 
it was those cheekbones or her full lips. Whatever the 
reason, I thought she was the best looking woman I ever 
saw. I wanted her. The fact that she was an officer 
helped too. That and the fact that I knew that she 
didn't want me- didn't want any man so far as I could 
tell- made her all the more desirable. She was 
unattainable. She was a challenge.

She was also a problem. Unfortunately, she knew what 
she was doing. She restarted formations and PT 
immediately, much to the horror of the men. I kept in 
pretty good upper body shape, and I didn't have to run 
with her because of the profile on my foot. Still, I 
had a hard time matching her. She smoked the rest of 
the men, totally humiliated them, during PT. And she 
seemed to enjoy doing it. She knew the job technically 
and soon knew that I didn't. Things were looking bad. 
She was bound to find out about the opium eventually. 

Hell, it only took her a week to figure out about Miss 
Rhee's part time work and ban her from the compound. 
Which, since she had restricted everyone to the 
compound until we met her standards, meant nobody was 
getting any sex. Including me! Major Thompson became an 
obsession with me. Since I couldn't have her, I had to 
have her. Finally, I decided that I had nothing to 
lose. Kim wasn't about to let me out of our deal- 
alive. If I did nothing, I was bound to end up in 
Leavenworth anyway. I might as well take her down; it 
was my only chance to get out of this clean. I had 
nothing to lose and a great deal- her- to gain.

By the end of her second week Major Thompson had every 
man in the unit cursing her, calling her the "Major 
Bitch," and just generally hating her guts. I knew then 
that most would jump at the chance to pay her back for 
the way she had taken away their comfortable life 
style. The few who were afraid of what that entailed, 
were too afraid of me to be willing to do anything to 
save her. It was a simple matter to have my partner Kim 
persuade the Korean cook to lace her meals with a 
gradually increasing chunk of raw opium from our stock. 

With the red peppers that the Koreans put in 
everything, she never knew anything was wrong with the 
food. I would watch the Major eat it everyday, thinking 
of what was in store for her. The thought never failed 
to give me an incredible hard on! The drugs seemed to 
have little or no effect for the first two days. Except 
for nodding off at her desk a few times, she didn't 
show any signs of the drug that I could see. By the 
third day I was wondering if the potency of the drug 
had been weakened by the heat of the food. 

I needn't have worried. 

That day she began to show the drugs effects. Now she 
alternated between catatonia and mania, dozing off for 
hours and then off handedly issuing a flood of orders 
which made no sense. The men around her began to get 
use to ignoring her orders. On the fifth day she 
reached the point of no return. She passed out in the 
club after eating her doctored lunch, right in front of 
about half the detachment. No one made a move to help 
her. I knew then that I had her.

I left her there until the room cleared as everyone 
else returned to their jobs. Then I got her up, which 
was no easy task since she was almost as tall as I am 
and weighed at least 150 pounds. It was all prime woman 
though, she didn't have a trace of flab on her body. I 
carried her to her room, which was in the Quonset hut 
furthest from the club. I staggered into the room 
cursing my crippled foot every inch of the way and 
dumped her on her bed... As she lay on her back, I 
checked her breathing. It was strong and regular. She 
didn't stir when I shook her; Major Thompson was 
oblivious to the world. 

I unbuttoned her fatigue jacket and then her pants, 
struggling a little with her dead weight. I stripped 
those off her, leaving her in her Army green T shirt 
and some skimpy white panties. Without the uniform, she 
was starting to look very feminine to me. In a second, 
I had her T shirt and her bra off, revealing a pair of 
perfect breasts- soft, solid globes even with her on 
her back- topped by the largest nipples I've ever seen. 

Even asleep, they were the size of my little finger. I 
reached over to them and rolled the warm flesh between 
my fingers. It hardened slightly. I bent over and put 
my mouth to her left nipple, opening my mouth and 
sucking the nub. I began to use my teeth on it. Then it 
really got hard, and big. I savored her taste for a 
moment- clean, warm, and a little salty on my tongue- 
before I let her breast go and started to strip off her 
panties. 

The Major - I still thought of her as the Major- had a 
trimmed bush of auburn hair, cut as short as the hair 
on her head and shaven around the sides into a bikini 
cut. Judging by the tan line, she liked to wear a very 
small bikini. She must have been quite a tease around 
the officers' club pool back in Seoul, before she was 
exiled to this dump. I spread her legs to find that she 
also shaved her cunt lips, leaving them bare and 
slightly reddish. The inner lips of her cunt protruded 
slightly, giving her cunt that well used look I like in 
my women. The prospects were looking better every 
minute. She may have been a ball breaking bitch, but 
she had a body built like the proverbial brick shit 
house.

Once she was nude, I ran my hands over her. Her still 
lightly tanned skin felt warm and the muscles firm and 
resilient under the pressure of my hands. I moved my 
hands to her breasts and then down her flat stomach to 
her cunt. I ran my hands all over her body, feeling the 
first thrill of ownership as she lay there, oblivious 
to my touch. It was like Christmas morning, when you 
just had to touch your new toys to make sure they were 
really there. I had to try out my new toy. I would have 
liked her to be awake the first time I fucked her. I 
wanted to hear her beg and cry and scream. But I knew 
that there would be plenty of time for that later.

I stripped, keeping my eyes on her every minute. I was 
as hard as I have ever been. In a moment I had her legs 
bent back to her breasts and was inside her. She was 
dry and hot; the first strokes were almost painful for 
me because she was so dry. But I didn't care. She lay 
under me as I fucked her, making those groaning sounds 
a person makes when they're having a nightmare, just 
before they wake up. But Major Thompson didn't wake up. 
The pain of the friction went away after a few strokes. 

In a moment, I was plowing into her, making her breasts 
shake with my thrusts. I was shouting into her face as 
it stared up at me, eyes closed and expressionless. I 
called her a whore, a bitch, a cunt. I called her a lot 
of things, none of them the sort of thing a sergeant 
would normally say to an officer. I guess I lasted 
about 4 or 5 minutes, what with the initial pain and 
the way she just lay there. I left her cunt dripping my 
cum and went back to the matters at hand.

I had a pair of handcuffs from the unit's stores. I put 
these on her wrists and then used a chain to secure 
them to the metal frame at the head of the bed. I tied 
her feet to the opposite sides of the frame at the foot 
of the bed, leaving her cunt exposed. The way the bed 
was positioned, she was looking into the mirror over 
the battered dresser that was, other than the table and 
chair, all the room's furniture. 

When she woke up, her cunt would be the first thing she 
saw. I took the toilet brush from the small bathroom 
built into the back corner of the room and shoved it- 
handle end first- into her cum draped cunt. Then I 
watched her for a while. Finally, I took her panties- 
the ones she had worn all day- and waded them up. I put 
them in her mouth and tied them in there with one of 
her bootlaces, wrapping it around her head two or three 
times. 

When I left, I didn't turn off the light. I wanted her 
to see herself in the mirror when she came to- nude, 
bound, and with a toilette brush sticking out of her 
cunt. Once she was my captive, I put things back to 
what they had been before the Major arrived. I stopped 
the formations and the PT. I even brought Miss Rhee 
back to the club and paid her to give every man a free 
fuck. This kept them too occupied with her to ask 
questions about the Major. Kim was a little harder to 
satisfy. I had to agree to drop my price for a sack by 
$300 before he was willing to keep me supplied with the 
raw opium I needed.

About every 6-7 hours, I would check on my captive. 
Amanda- after fucking her I felt on more familiar 
terms, too familiar for the use of rank anymore- was 
pretty groggy since I was giving her another ball of 
raw opium before the effects of the previous dose had 
disappeared. I didn't say anything to her. I just 
shoved another one up her asshole like a suppository. 

At first, she kept trying to ask me what was happening. 
Or maybe why I was doing this to her. Hard to 
understand a woman who has her panties in her mouth. By 
the next morning, Amanda, bright bitch that she was 
even with the drugs in her, had begun to realized what 
I was doing. Now she was trying to curse me through 
that gag and no doubt threatened me with a court-
martial among other things. I just smiled and 
unbuttoned my BDU pants. The expression of surprise on 
top of anger on Amanda's face was priceless when I 
started pissing on her! I hosed her down thoroughly as 
she sputtered and shrieked under that stream of hot, 
yellow piss. When I had finished, she was quiet.

After another dose of the raw opium, she drifted into a 
kind of trance. She didn't know what was going on 
around her. Amanda even stopped trying to talk, though 
I sort of missed her muffled pleas and threats. I took 
out her gag then. It was really soaked but not 
surprisingly a lot cleaner than when I put in her 
mouth. I suppose she had sucked the shit stains- her 
shit stains- right off those panties. 

By now she was pretty compliant. I didn't have to shove 
the opium balls up her ass any more; she would swallow 
them once I put them in her mouth. The opium and a lot 
of water was all I gave her for the next two days. 
During all this time, she had to lay there in a bed 
soaked with her own- and my- piss, staring at her 
naked, bound form in the mirror. Fortunately for 
Amanda, opium is constipating. Otherwise the experience 
would have been even worse.

As it was, I thought it good for her sense of humility 
to wallow in her own wastes. I didn't fuck her when she 
was like this because she stunk, but I did have some 
other forms of amusement. Judging by what Kim had told 
me about how the opium smokers acted, I figured that by 
then she was pretty far along on becoming hooked, 
physically addicted. She sure looked like an addict 
with her sunken eyes and vacant expression. I wanted to 
keep her right on the knife's edge of addiction without 
letting her go over the edge into oblivion. I wanted 
her to know what I was doing to her, to feel the 
humiliation. I also wanted her to crave the drug, to 
need it more than anything else, more especially than 
her pride. 

I began varying the times and amounts I gave her, 
actually reducing the dose. I'd let her go cold turkey 
for awhile before I gave her another fix so that she 
stayed confused and shaky, but aware of what was 
happening to her. As soon as I'd come in the room, I 
could see her staring at me, looking for the drugs. I 
could see the hunger in her eyes, eyes which were no 
longer so dull but burned with anger. I'd make her ask, 
beg really, for the opium before I'd give it to her. 
That was to teach her who was in charge now. I had the 
upper hand here, and she was going to acknowledge it... 
Besides, I liked watching her crawl. 

I liked hearing her beg for her drugs- though she 
didn't even know what it was she was asking for. She'd 
just begged for "it," " Give it to me, pleaseeee! I 
need it!" I loved to hear her beg! And she gave me what 
I wanted- eventually. That must have been hard for her, 
proud as she was. It was great, almost sexual. Then I 
demanded more. I told her that she must beg me to let 
her suck my cock before I would give her the opium. 
That got a rise out of her. 

She refused, of course, and called me a "dirty, cock 
sucking son-of a-bitch pervert," I think it was... I 
just sat there on the bed, toying with the little ball 
of opium, ignoring her. She fought it for a long time, 
her eyes fixed on that ball of opium every second. I 
could see her mind working, frantically trying to 
figure out some way to get the opium without submitting 
to me. She knew there was no way, but for a while her 
pride wouldn't let her give in to me even when she 
began to shake and sweat.

Eventually of course, she gave in rather than deny 
herself the drug she craved more than life itself. 
Finally she said, "All right, I'll suck your cock." I 
told her that was not what I wanted; I told her that 
she must beg to be allowed to suck my cock." She 
couldn't choke out the words. She needed more 
motivation. I've had that problem with other women. So, 
I decided to speed things up a little, give her a 
little more motivation. 

It's surprising how many everyday items can be used to 
inflict pain. I thought that she might need a little 
persuasion, so I had brought with me some of the 
crushed red peppers the Koreans use to flavor food, 
peppers I had the cook mix with oil to make a sticky 
paste. Amazing what that stuff can do if you put a big 
gob of it on a sensitive spot - like her clitoris. I 
spread it there and over her cunt lips- using the 
handle of a hair brush- and sat back down to watch. She 
was already sweating, but in about five minutes the 
sweat began to pour out of her. 

She began to move her hips in little circles, moaning 
and trying to rub herself against the bed sheets. It 
must have felt like she was on fire down there! She 
cursed me a bit, but I could see the pain building -
along with the craving for the opium. I just watched 
and waited. She made one last attempt to avoid the 
inevitable before choking out a " Please... let me... 
suck... your cock." between clenched teeth. I was 
enjoying this. "Sir," I told her, "you didn't say Sir."

"Sir," she begged, "May I suck your cock, please!" 

I knew what those words must have cost her; they were 
no doubt more distasteful to her than the cock sucking 
she was being forced to perform. The sight of her face 
as she said this and the sound of her words were better 
than a climax for me. The blow job was merely the 
desert after that. I knelt over her face and fed her my 
erect cock. Amanda opened her mouth and took the head 
into her mouth. I could see the tears forming in her 
eyes as she glared up at me. She worked her tongue over 
the head of my cock, swirling it around the head and 
then licking the sensitive ridge underneath for a 
second before going back to the cock head and starting 
all over again. 

Oh, she was an experienced cock sucker, no doubt about 
that. And she wanted to get this over with and get her 
opium no doubt. I wasn't in such a hurry. I liked the 
sight of my cock sticking out of her face, the crude 
sucking sounds coming out of her mouth, and the way the 
tears were running down her cheeks, all while her eyes 
were shooting daggers of hate at me. No doubt the 
thought of making me a gelding went through her mind at 
that point, but I figured that she won't have enough 
left in her to do it, what with the desire for the 
drugs and the pain she was feeling from the red hot 
peppers still working on her clit. I was right. I raped 
her mouth, and she took it.

After a few minutes of her well educated tongue, I took 
her head in both hands and began pulling her face back 
and forth over my cock. Gently at first, I fucked her 
face, thrusting progressively harder and deeper into 
her mouth as I felt the pressure of the come building 
in my balls. I forced myself down her throat, burying 
her nose in my cock hairs, again and again. 

I could hear her gagging and choking, but I didn't 
care. I rode her face as long and as hard as I could, 
loving the choking whimpers coming from her as I raped 
her mouth. I held off for as long as I could. When I 
felt myself coming, I rammed my cock in further- all 
the way into her throat- before I started to shoot. I 
held it there so she had to swallow my juices or choke. 
I could actually feel her throat constricting around my 
cock, squeezing the come out of it. 

When I knew she had swallowed most of the load of come, 
I pulled out. Then, I wiped my cock on her face, 
smearing the cock head over her face, letting bits and 
spurts of come dribble out onto her skin to mix with 
the tears. I left her with a spider's web of white come 
all over her model's face. Then I wiped the burning 
pepper paste off her cunt - which was a bright and 
angry red by then-and gave her the opium- the climax 
she craved. I watched her until she was out, dreaming -
I hoped- of cocks raping her. I'd won my first victory 
over Amanda; the rest would be easier.

Besides using her mouth that one time, I also kept 
changing the object I kept in her cunt as the fancy 
struck me. One time it would be the handle of the 
toilet brush, another time a round bottle of shampoo, 
and even her brass name plate from her desk... The vee 
shaped solid brass name plate- carefully engraved MAJOR 
AMANDA THOMPSON- was my favorite. Eventually I got it 
to go in all the way up to the T of THOMPSON though it 
was quite a struggle the first time I did it. I had my 
video camera and took some pictures of her like this. 
That seemed to set her off even with the drugs in her. 

I'd masturbate her with the objects in her cunt as 
well. When I did that after a dose had begun to take 
effect but before she was in la-la land, I could see 
her begin to get into it. She would be moving her hips 
with the thrusts and moaning a little. Course, I didn't 
let her cum. I'd stop just when she began to sweat. 
Then I'd smear some of the hot pepper paste on her wet 
cunt lips and clit - taking care not to get any on my 
skin-and walk out the door smiling, leaving her still 
trying to satisfy herself by humping the thing in her 
cunt against the bed. Until the peppers began to burn. 
Then she forgot all about sex and started learning 
about pain.

By now she was getting a little too rank even for me. 
Particularly after I gave her some stuff to take care 
of her constipation and clean her out for what I 
planned next. I took the Korean houseboy aside and ask 
him how he'd like to earn $50. The houseboy, a dried up 
old man actually, didn't bat an eye when I told him 
about the special cleaning job I wanted done. He knew 
that I was in tight with Kim. And even if the GI's were 
unsure what was going on, I knew that the Koreans had 
figured it out. Not that it mattered; as long as Kim 
was backing me, they would keep their mouths shut. And 
after cleaning Americans' dirty boots and toilets for 
30 years, this one was more than willing to have some 
fun at this American woman's expense.

I didn't go in with him. I watched from outside the 
single window, having moved the shades to the side just 
enough that I could see in. Amanda was coming down 
after the last dose. The sight of the old man coming 
toward her with his brushes and pail must have at first 
seemed like an answer to her prayers, as if her rescue 
was at hand. In her relief, she didn't even seem to 
remember that she was nude with her name plate sticking 
out of her cunt. He untied her legs as she croaked out 
her thanks to him. But then he retied them to a length 
of broom stick. I watched her face fall as her hopes of 
a rescue disappeared. For a moment, she could not 
accept it. 

Then she screamed a disbelieving "NO" and started 
struggling wildly, coming apart entirely. Smiling and 
nodding to her as he jabbered in Korean to himself, the 
old man acted just as if what he were doing were the 
most routine thing in the world as he lifted her off 
the bed and dropped her on her ass on the cold concrete 
so he could strip the sodden bedclothes. When he had 
done that, he turned his attention to her. Using a rag- 
and a stiff brush- he bathed her with cold water from 
his pail, taking care to spend the maximum time pawing 
her body as he did his cleaning. 

While I had told him, "no fuckee," I didn't say 
anything about feeling her up as he worked. The 
expression on her tear streaked face was one of total 
humiliation as she sat there on the floor, nude and 
helpless, as someone she had treated as dirt washed and 
probed her most private parts. Her anguished look as he 
pulled the name plate out of her cunt and pointed to 
the name and giggled before going back to cleaning her 
cunt with the rag was almost enough to make me come 
right there. The old man took his time. 

I was ready to go in and throw him out by the time he 
finished scrubbing and pawing Amanda. Then he redid the 
bed and literally swung her back onto it like she was a 
sack of cabbages. I was surprised to see the old guy 
climb onto the bed with her and straddle Amanda's nude 
chest. What he did next surprised- and pleased- me even 
more. He pulled his withered cock out of his baggy 
pants and began to jack off right into her amazed- and 
disgusted- face. 

It took him some time, and the old man was wheezing 
like his ticker was about to give out by the time he 
was ready to shoot. But shoot he did, covering her face 
with his come. It hit her right between the eyes, and 
ran in a thick stream down the right side of her nose 
and onto her cheek, marking her as it dried on her 
skin. I knew the humiliation of this must be tearing 
Amanda apart.

All in all, it was the best $50 I ever spent.


Chapter 2


I let her go cold turkey for about another hour. In the 
meantime, I went back to my small cubical and had a 
drink as I tried to calm down. When I could not wait 
any longer I went back to Amanda's room. I pulled up a 
chair beside the bed and sat down. She looked back at 
me with a mixture of hatred and desire. She knew that I 
had the drug she needed. She begged me for it. She was 
quite a sight with her right cheek was still covered 
with the old man's dried, sticky come - though she had 
made some headway in washing it off with her tears. 

I left the come on her face, ; it made her look and, I 
figured, feel like a slut. I told her that too, about 
how she looked like a slut with the come dried on her 
face and about how she should get use to the feeling of 
cum on her face. I could see the humiliation in her 
face at my words, but it was the drugs which really 
occupied her mind. She begged and cried out for the 
opium as she lay stretched out there on the bed... 

I watched her shake and sweat for a while, not saying a 
word, just smoking on a cigarette as I watched her... I 
had one of the little balls of opium in my hand. As she 
watched and licked her lips hungrily, I rolled it 
around in my hand to soften it and then put it in the 
bowel of an opium pipe that Kim had provided. The pipe 
was new. I wanted to have more control over the amount 
of opium she received, to be able to dole it out a 
little at a time instead of giving her hours of 
oblivion. 

I was getting tired of having her unconscious for 4 to 
6 hours at a time. I could see Amanda's eyes following 
every movement of the opium ball, the hunger apparent 
in her eyes and even in her face. While she stared at 
the opium, I stared at her. The sight of her clean, 
nude body- and the contrast to her come smeared face- 
was beginning to have the same hypnotic effect on me 
that the opium was having on her. Tied as she was, I 
could clearly see her bare cunt lips. Amanda had 
forgotten what modesty she had left as she concentrated 
on the opium I held in my hand. The sight of it excited 
her. 

I don't know if it was all the physical addiction 
either. I think she saw a little of what was coming and 
wanted the oblivion the opium offered as much as the 
physical relief. Her nipples, standing out like little 
towers on top of their large, bright red aureoles, 
excited me. The way she was slightly bent back by the 
ropes left her heavy breasts pointing at the ceiling 
excited me. Amanda's labored breathing made them move 
invitingly, like she was offering them to me. 

Best of all, the arrogance of her face was gone now, 
replaced by a desperation which was a pleasure to 
behold. She looked better this way, I remember 
thinking. Now her come covered face was still strong, 
but it looked so much more feminine; her hazel eyes no 
longer dangerous but pleading. Her body had did not 
shown any effects from her captivity or the drugs yet. 
It was still compact, muscular but very female with her 
large breast and flat stomach, glistening now with her 
own sweat. It was time to put that body to work.

I lit the pipe and held it out to her, telling her to 
draw in the smoke and hold it. She tried, losing the 
first puff in a fit of coughing. She managed to 
captured the second puff. I pulled the pipe away as 
soon as she took her third puff. In a moment, her 
features softened somewhat as the drug took effect, 
taking the rough edges off her craving but not 
satisfying it by any means. 

Having demonstrated to her that I had the power to meet 
her needs, I set the pipe aside and grabbed the broom 
handle securing her legs... Then I flipped her over 
onto her stomach, her hands still handcuffed and 
chained to the bed frame. I took a jar of Vaseline out 
of my pocket and put some on my finger. I probed her 
asshole with it, smearing the slippery salve inside her 
tight sphincter. 

When I penetrated her there with my finger, Amanda let 
out a low "GOD NOOOO!"

I could see the realization that I was about to 
sodomize her had shaken her as much as anything I had 
done so far. When I had her rear greased, I stripped 
and greased my own cock. Then I lay on top of her, 
fitting my body to the curves of her body.

Amanda smelled of soap, sweat, and fear, the finest 
perfume I have ever experienced. I covered her back 
with my body as I used one hand to guide myself against 
her tiny star shaped sphincter. I rubbed my hardening 
cock into the crack of her greasy ass, planting my head 
inside her. I wanted her to know what was going to 
happen to her, so as I probed her spectacular body, I 
was whispering in Amanda's ear. 

I told her how she was now my whore, that she would be 
fucking me in exchange for those drugs she wanted so 
much. I told her that she was now a slut; that she was 
just a whore, fuck-piece, a cum-bucket. Then I took her 
nub size nipple in the fingers of my other hand and 
squeezed as hard as I could until she responded, 
choking out "A SLUT! A WHORE! A CUM-BUCKET!" in 
response to my command to " Tell me what you are!". The 
sound her sobs and of the catch in her voice as that 
very proud woman humiliated herself- called herself a 
Cum-bucket and a Whore- almost made me come then and 
there.

Instead, I got down to business. Spreading her firm ass 
cheeks with my other hand, I wedged the head of my 
cock- now as hard as an iron bar-deeper into her 
spinster. Amanda's body was too weakened by her 
prolonged bondage to resist me for long. Slowly, I 
pried her ass cheeks open as my cock burrowed its way 
inside her. God, she was tight. Despite her two 
marriages, I don't think anyone ever took her this way 
before. I had to stop when I was half way in; it felt 
as if I had put my cock into a vise. 

I wrapped my arms around her slippery body and hugged 
her, using my hips to inch my cock deeper and deeper 
into her. Amanda's whole body shook as the power of her 
sobs convulsed her body. I had never - and haven't 
since- felt anything so hot and so tight as her asshole 
that night. As I sank deeper into her, I began fucking 
her ass. In seconds, I was plowing into Amanda like a 
jackhammer. All the while, I whispered into her ear.

"CAN YOU SQUEAL LIKE A PIG, SLUT? LET'S HEAR YOU 
SQUEAL, BITCH! NOW! SQUEAL!"

While I raped her, Amanda was crying and moaning, her 
body shaking as I fucked her ass. I had her trapped 
between my body and the bed as I butt fucked her 
helpless ass and mauled her sore breasts. Soon, she was 
doing just what I told her to do- squealing like a 
stuck pig as I raped her ass. It felt as if my cock was 
being gripped by a hot, wet fist, skinning it brutally 
each time I forced my way into her. 

The alternating EEEGHHH's and sobs coming from her 
drove me to the edge. I held on as long as I could, 
concentrating on trying to crush each of her thimble 
size nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. When I 
came, it felt like the top of my head was going to blow 
off. I filled her ass, and then I held onto her now 
sweat soaked, slippery, firm body as I tried to get my 
breath back. I could feel the come trickling out of 
her, running down my shrinking cock and off my balls. 
Amanda's body was still shaking with her sobs as I 
pulled out of her.

I left her on the bed as I poured myself a drink from 
the Major's stash -Southern Comfort I think it was. 
When I had my breath back, I flipped her onto her back 
and sat beside her on the bed, sipping on her liquor. I 
toyed with her breasts again as I watched her face. I 
could see the fear there in her face. There was a lot 
more of it there now. 

This reminded me of the days when I was a boy, working 
for my Son of a Bitch uncle back on his ranch in 
Oklahoma. Breaking the Major was like breaking a 
bronco. You had to wear the bronco down, ride em until 
they had nothing left to fight you with. When the 
bronco reached that point, you had its attention. Then 
you could start training them. I figured that I had 
Amanda's attention now!

I stood beside the bed. I took one hand and rested it 
in her short, reddish hair. I looked down at her tear 
stained face and smiled. I gave her another hit from 
the pipe as her reward, and then cleaned the come off 
her face with my finger. I wiped the scum off my finger 
by running the finger across her full lower lip. I just 
watched her for 15 or 20 minutes as she relaxed, 
exhausted by her ordeal and soothed by the drug. 

I Leaned into her ear and whispered, "You're mine now, 
Major... I own you. You are my Slut! You won't be 
needing your uniforms now. Sluts don't need clothes. 
You'll stay nude from now on. But I do need for you to 
wear your rank as a reminder of who you used to be. 
You're no longer Major Amanda Thompson. Now you're just 
a warm hole, a cum-bucket. But I'll fix it so that you 
get to wear that oak leaf you're so proud of all the 
time - even without a uniform. 

"I want you to have that oak leaf on when I turn you 
out... when I peddle your ass to every 18 year old 
soldier and Korean dishwasher on the island. That's 
what you do now, Slut. You suck, and you fuck; and you 
take it up the ass. And then you'll say "thank you, 
Sir" after the man's finished with you. I'll see to 
that. Welcome to the rest of your life, Cum-bucket!"

I went to the dresser and picked up a Major's dress 
insignia, opening the pin on the back of the golden oak 
leaf. The pin was about the size of one on a large 
safety pin and had a clasp on one end to lock it in 
place. I sat on the bed beside her, watching her face 
for the moment when she understood what it was I was 
about to do. She didn't get it until I began pinching 
her right nipple to get the nub to harden. Then I could 
see the fear appear on her face, covering it like a 
mask. 

She pleaded quietly with me, begged me, not to do this. 
She said she was sorry, though what she was sorry for I 
couldn't imagine. I ignored her. I held the tip of the 
large nipple in two fingers as I pressed the needle 
against the base of the nub with the other hand. Her 
nipple was surprisingly tough; it took a great deal of 
strength and a very long time- it must have seemed like 
an eternity to her- to push that needle through the 
nipple's membrane. 

Her whole body shook with her sobs, though she didn't 
make a sound otherwise. When it was through, there 
wasn't much blood, just a drop on either side of the 
penetration. Once I had it through, I locked the clasp 
over the end of the needle. Now, Major Amanda Thompson 
was in her new duty "uniform," nude but for the 
insignia of rank piercing her right breast. I took the 
laundry marker I had gotten from the house boy and 
wrote in indelible ink across her flat stomach, CUM-
BUCKET. Amanda was ready to begin her new life.

I spent that night with her and then moved in the next 
morning for good. I let her sleep on the floor at the 
foot of the bed when I wasn't using her. Since I had to 
spend some time running things in the detachment, I'd 
leave her chained to the foot of the bed during the day 
with a blanket, a bedpan, and a few puffs of the pipe 
to keep her quite. I kept her hands cuffed behind her 
back. In the afternoons I'd come back and play with my 
new toy. 

As soon as I got in the door, I'd take her on the bed. 
Either I'd throw her on her back and fuck her cunt, or 
I'd stand her on her feet, bend her face first over the 
bed, and sodomize her. I'd take her hard; I didn't 
worry about "her" satisfaction. She was my slut. Amanda 
had no choice but to lie there under me, moaning from 
the pain, enduring it because she had to- and for her 
puff or two of opium. Her ass was still tight, 
surprisingly so for someone I knew had been married a 
couple of times. I fixed that easily enough though. 

I got a small cucumbers from the cook and forced it up 
her ass, leaving it there during the day while I was 
out of the room. She did manage to shit the first one 
out, but I stopped that. I made her eat it as a 
punishment. The others stayed put. After I was 
satisfied, I'd take her into the shower, the only 
private shower in the compound, and wash us both down. 
Her arms were still cuffed; I'd hold her in the shower 
stream as I soaped and washed her, then myself. I'd 
make her kneel before me and do her hair. 

Once I washed the soap out of her hair, I'd just use 
one hand in her hair to hold her face still and then 
use the other hand to feed her my cock. Sometimes it 
took almost an hour of sucking before I was ready to 
shoot again, but I had the time, and Amanda had no 
choice. Then, if she had been good, I'd give her some 
food and her opium. If she had not been good, I'd use 
some more of that red pepper paste on her sensitive sex 
and my belt on her muscular ass. For someone who was 
obviously smart, she was a very slow learner. I had to 
use the red peppers and my belt a lot. She was 
obstinate. But then, even the opium can't really change 
a person's character.

Unfortunately, our little honeymoon couldn't last 
forever. I could sense the growing uneasiness among the 
men about the Major's disappearance. I needed to do 
something before one of them broke and alerted someone. 
The answer was simple, if ingenious. I would make them 
my accomplishes in crime. They were going to become 
shareholders, like in a big corporation, except 
Amanda's assets were centered between her legs. 

I was going to give each of them a piece of Major 
Amanda Thompson. Then once they were personally 
involved, they would be too afraid to got to anyone in 
authority. The more I thought about it, the more I 
liked it. Having her pull a train would solve two 
problems at once, the problem of keeping the men quiet 
and Amanda's continued resistance. I figured it would 
finally break her.

I set it up in the showers of the common latrine, a 
cinder block building at the south end of the compound. 
First I tied a doped Amanda in the showers and gave her 
a quick cleaning so she'd be ready for the evening. She 
looked so good bent over like that, I had to use her 
cunt for a quick fuck. After I fucked her and fixed her 
up a little, I left, locking the outside door on my way 
out. 

I sought out the three most despicable of the assholes 
I had working for me- Wilson, Jones, and Sanders. These 
guys would fuck their own mothers, if they knew who she 
was. I found them in the club, drinking. I joined them 
for a couple as I ask them how they felt about the 
Major. Some of their suggestions on things they would 
like to do to "The Bitch" were so crude even I was 
impressed. 

I offered them the chance to actually do some of these 
things. They were interested, but thought I was 
bullshitting them. I told them to follow me and led 
them to the latrine. I unlocked the door and led them 
inside. When they saw what was in the showers, the 
three of them just stood there, too surprised to move 
or even speak until Sanders finally broke the spell 
with a reverent "Mother-fucker". 

Amanda stood in the center of the showers. She was bent 
over, her hands had been tied behind her back with rope 
and then pulled up and tied to the overhead pipes to 
force her to bend double. I'd taken another piece of 
rope and made a figure eight around her chest and back 
with the middle of it, letting the rough rope encircle 
and squeeze the bases of her hanging breasts. I tied 
the ends to the showerhead pipes on opposite walls; I 
wanted something to hold her upright when things got 
rough. 

Even if her legs gave way- as they probably would, she 
would remain upright, suspended in a sort of swing or 
cat's cradle of hemp rope. Of course, when she did put 
her weight on these ropes, she'd drop a few inches, 
putting even more strain on her arms and shoulders. Her 
feet were spread and tied to the ends of the 
broomstick. I had blindfolded her with a piece of tape, 
but she was not gagged. I had her in some high heels 
I'd found in her room. It did wonders for her ass. 

With the heels she was taller than my three Judas's, so 
I put a wooden pallet in front of her and behind her 
for them to stand on. To give the boys a hint about 
what I expected of them, I had put up a banner on the 
wall behind her. I spray painted FTA- an old Army 
slogan- on a sheet in big black letters and then filled 
in the message with a red laundry marker so it read- 
Fuck Thompson's Ass. I decorated her too. Her gold oak 
leaf was imbedded in her right nipple, and sticking out 
of her cunt- its way well greased by my come- was her 
name plate, sunk up to the A at the end of AMANDA. 

When I left, it was suck up to the T in THOMPSON. She 
was moaning a little and struggling weakly against her 
ropes. She was high from the opium, but not so high 
that she didn't know what was happening. With the opium 
in her, I knew that Amanda would have a pretty high 
tolerance for pain. So, I had a little something to 
motivate her to cooperate with my plans.

I had a TA-312. That's an old style Army field 
telephone, one having its own little hand cranked 
generator included inside the small rectangular box 
attached to the phone. It was small, but it was 
powerful enough to put out a pretty good voltage. Even 
better, it had a low amperage, so it wasn't going to be 
lethal, just painful. At least I thought it wouldn't, 
assuming I kept it away from her heart. I got the idea 
about the field telephone from a book I read once - 
something called THE QUESTION -about the way the French 
Paras in Algeria used something like it to torture 
rebels back in the 60's. 

I filed that idea away in my mind after I read it; I'd 
never had a chance to use it - until now. I had tried 
it out on myself once, attaching one lead to my elbow, 
holding the other in my fingers, and giving the crank a 
turn with my other hand. The current went from the wire 
held by my fingers to the wire on my elbow. It had a 
kick like a mule; I felt like a firecracker had gone 
off in my fingers. 

The pain was at my fingers, but all the muscles between 
my fingers and elbow convulsed, jerking my arm around. 
But it didn't leave any marks, just the initial pain 
and a strange tingling for a while until the fingers 
stopped twitching. Scared the shit out of me though! I 
thought it would be just the thing for Amanda.

I could see that her head had come up now, as she heard 
several voices. She started looking around 
instinctively- the blindfold kept her from seeing who 
was there. She called out softly, "Who's there?" and 
then "Please... help me?" The three men, realizing that 
she could not see them, began to play with her, 
surrounding her and running their hands over her body. 
Amanda screamed and begged them to stop of course, but 
that only encouraged them to be more bold. Sanders 
knelt behind her and used his fingers to spread her 
cunt lips open. He thrust his face into her sex and 
crowed, "Prime pussy!" then began nipping at her as 
Amanda tried to escape his unwanted attentions by 
wiggling her ass. 

Nineteen year old Wilson was working on her breasts, 
squeezing and pulling on the hanging globes as the 
older, female officer moaned helplessly above him. 
Jones had his mouth up against her ear, telling her God 
knows what- probably some pervert thing he was going to 
do to her. Amanda was frantic at being manhandled by 
her own soldiers, fighting the ropes and moaning softly 
between demanding that they leave her alone.

The men ignored her, continuing to paw her nude body 
like it was a new toy. I let them have their fun as I 
attached one of the wires from the TA-312 to her left 
leg. I tightly wrapped the exposed copper wire several 
times around her muscular leg above the knee. I held 
the other end in my hand, the small twisted ball of 
exposed copper wire held at the end of a short pointer 
like piece of bamboo. 

Once I turned the crank, the current would flow from 
the contact on the pointer through her body to the wire 
wrapped around her leg. The faster I turned the crank, 
the greater the charge. In the book, they had attached 
one of the two leads to the man's balls. Amanda didn't 
have any of those, but she did have something sticking 
out of her that would do as a substitute, her brass 
name plate. I'd start with that.

"Cum-bucket!" I ordered," Tell us how much you want to 
have your ass fucked!" 

She just shook her head and replied softly, "NO! I 
won't play your game, you BASTARD!"

She was feeling feisty. I waved the men back, and 
touched the contact on the end of the pointer to the 
metal name plate. Amanda was, of course, still 
blindfolded. She couldn't see what was coming. Then I 
turned the crank- just a single turn. 

Amanda screamed and - despite being tied to the pallet- 
jumped an inch into the air. I could see her body 
trembling. She had no idea what I had done to her. She 
just knew it hurt. It must have felt like a firecracker 
going off inside her cunt. Still, I was surprised that 
it would be that painful with just a single turn; the 
surprise and not knowing what was being done to her 
were probably worse than the physical pain, what with 
the opium in her system and all So, figuring if one is 
good then two will be better, I gave her another shock, 
two quick rotations of the handle. 

Amanda screamed - a long, loud, wonderful 
"AAWWGGHEEEE!"- as her leg twitched and shook where the 
current ran between the ground wire wrapped around her 
muscular leg and the metal plate inside her cunt. The 
blindfolded woman shook her head and moaned.

"Now Cum-bucket, tell us how much you want to have your 
slut ass fucked!"

"OK! OK! PLEASE FUCK MY ASS! YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT 
ANYWAY YOU BASTARD!"

I still didn't like her attitude, and I wasn't ready to 
stop yet. I was having fun. I gave her another blast, 
four or five turns this time. Amanda screamed her lungs 
out now, even after the current stopped. I could see 
the left leg still twitching as the muscles convulsed. 
I knew that she was frightened and shaken by the shock, 
so frightened that she was still trembling even after I 
removed the pointer. My three Judas's just grinned and 
watched, all three rubbing their crotches as they 
stared at Amanda.

"WELL, SLUT?"

Now she really began to beg,  "I-I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY 
ASS! PLEASE! FUCK MY ASS! I BEG YOU! I'LL DO WHATEVER 
YOU WANT!"

Then I asked her how much the boys should have to pay 
for a shot at her ass. Amanda just shook her head and 
said, "What?" Wrong answer. I hit her again, this time 
touching the pointer to the sweat wet metal and sliding 
it up her until it touched her cunt lips. I thought I 
saw a spark jump from the metal to her skin.

"AWWWWGHHHEEEE! OK, Ok, A DOLLAR! I'LL TAKE A DOLLAR. 
It costs a dollar to fuck my ass. Please! don't do that 
again. I'll do whatever you want."

I thought this a bit high myself. So I started to turn 
the crank again. By now she knew what that grinding 
sound meant. She tried to twist away from the sound, 
but the ropes held her. I brought the pointer closer 
and closer to her trembling body. This time I was after 
a different target. I pressed it lightly against the 
hood of her large clit and watched the results. 

They were spectacular. She threw her head back and 
howled. Even with the opium, it must have felt like I'd 
pushed a red hot poker against that sensitive part of 
her sex. Her entire body shook with pain and fear as I 
cranked that thing for all it was worth again and 
again. I wondered if she knew what I was using on her; 
maybe she thought I had used a red hot poker on her 
cunt.

"AWWWGGHEEEE! NOTHING!... It doesn't cost you anything 
to fuck my ass... Its free. Just do it and get it over 
with. Please."

I was sure of the change in the tone of her voice by 
that time, a change from defiant to cringing. The Major 
was ready.

Well, boys" I said, " The Major gave you an order to 
fuck her ass. I guess you better do what she says. I 
think you should give her something for it though. Even 
if she doesn't think her ass is worth anything. We'll 
say a penny. How's that boys? Just put a penny on her 
back before you fuck her ass. That OK with you Major 
Cum-bucket?"

"Yes! Yes, just do it. A penny is fine. Please... 
I'll... I'll do whatever you want. Please don't hurt me 
again!," she replied in a small, scared voice.

The first penny hit her sweaty back about 1 second 
later, and then Sanders was in her ass. I'd greased her 
up before hand so he just slid in. Amanda gave a cry 
and jerked in her ropes; that was all she could do. I 
wondered what she was thinking now, what with a man- a 
subordinate who was at least 10 years younger than she 
was - fucking her in the ass like a she bitch. Amanda 
was moaning constantly as Sanders plowed her ass, 
jerking her back and forth as he pulled her onto his 
cock. 

He lasted only a few minutes; the thrill of sodomizing 
"Major Bitch" got to him quickly. Then he pulled out, 
leaving her open and dripping his come. Jones threw his 
penny onto her back where the sweat held it fast as it 
had the first coin, leaving two small, shiny coins on 
her broad, muscular back I waved him back for a moment 
and put my mouth close to Amanda's ear, letting her 
hear the sound of the TA-312 cranking as I worked the 
generator's handle with one hand.

"Tell us you want another ass fuck, slut. Say- Please 
Sir, may I have another!"

She choked on the words at first; or rather on the 
humiliation of saying them. But she got them out 
between sobs, "PLeaseee... Sir... May... May I have 
another?"


Chapter 3


I nodded, and Jones stepped against her ass. He guided 
himself into her still open, slimy asshole and sank 
inside her in a single stroke. I watched with some 
interest, taking in the look of humiliation on Amanda's 
face as well as the look of pure, dumb pleasure on his. 
It was too good a scene to miss; I got the VCR recorder 
out of my bag of toys and began filming. 

The boys were too wrapped up in Amanda to object. The 
scene was even better on the small screen of the 
viewfinder. Particularly the sight of his cock 
stretching and opening her asshole even wider than 
before. It was making squishy sounds as it moved around 
inside her, stretching her little anus into a great big 
O around his cock. 

I panned up her body. Amanda's breasts moved back and 
forth with his strokes, the gold oak leaf piercing one 
of them shining in the bright lights of the shower. She 
was covered with sweat which also shined in the harsh 
lights. I could see her muscles moving under her shiny 
skin. I centered the viewfinder on her face next. 

The look of fear and humiliation in her face was 
tremendous. I was sorry I couldn't see her eyes for the 
blindfold, but I liked the idea that she didn't know 
who was raping her ass, that she was not only helpless 
but blind as well. I filmed the rape as it unfolded, 
recording her body as it struggled helplessly against 
the man's cock. Too soon he was finished, and a third 
penny landed on her broad back. One thing had to be 
done first though. I whispered to Amanda:

"Ask for another slut!"

Through the sobs I could barely hear, "Pleasee Sir... 
May I... I have an... another." 

As Wilson butt-fucked her, I filmed it, starting by 
filming the three coins stuck to her back by her sweat. 
Then I panned down to the cock invading her ass, 
forcing the other men's come out of her to run down 
into her cunt. By now the name plate was long gone, 
knocked out of her by the force of the men's strokes up 
her ass. 

Panning down, I found it in the viewfinder, lying 
between her feet with great gobs of whitish come 
covering it. Her legs were beginning to buckle, only 
the ropes kept her upright I think. I kept filming 
until the pressure against my cock became too great. 

Finally I had to find some relief. I opened my fly and 
stood against her face, guiding my cock into her mouth. 
Amanda didn't resist as I guided it into her mouth. At 
first, I kept a thumb between her back teeth just in 
case, but she didn't have any fight left in her. In a 
moment I was fucking her face like it was a cunt. She 
gagged and choked under me, her mouth and tongue 
unknowingly massaging my cock as she tried to breath. 

One handed, I went back to the filming, concentrating 
on recording the cock plowing in and out of her slack 
asshole. Sanders and Jones were pretty used up, and 
Wilson was fading fast. I had enough presence of mind 
to tell Sanders to find some more of his friends to 
help us out. I'd planned it that way; I wanted 
everybody involved. And I wanted the invitation to come 
from somebody else.

Wilson was grunting like the pig he was as he fucked 
her, pounding into her ass like a jackhammer. I was 
pounding my cock into her face, forcing my cock past 
her tonsils down into her throat. We picked up a common 
rhythm. I had to put down the camera and concentrate on 
the fucking. I used both hands now on her head, holding 
it steady as I fucked her face. 

The two of us had her trapped between us; we were 
impaling her body from both ends. All Amanda could do 
was grunt and moan as we used her. We finished at about 
the same time. I forced her to swallow my come- it felt 
like there was at least a gallon of the stuff. The come 
filled her mouth and overflowed onto her chin despite 
her best effort to choke it down. I left it there, 
dripping from her thick lips onto her chin when I 
withdrew.

When four more men arrived I explained the rules to 
them, one penny a fuck. After the next penny landed on 
her back and Amanda said her "Please sir, may I have 
another," the next man was in her. He took her in the 
cunt; Amanda's asshole was getting a bit sloppy by now. 

I let a few use her before I brought out the camera 
again. By then there were nine or ten pennies on her 
back, one for each rape she had endured so far. I gave 
her a couple of puffs on the opium pipe to keep her 
going. She was moaning constantly as she drifted off 
into her private hell; but for the ropes suspending 
her, she would have ended up face down on the concrete 
floor. Over the rest of the evening, more men arrived, 
and the ones who had already had her came back for 
more. 

I filmed man after man using her cunt or ass, slapping 
her butt, squeezing her hanging breasts- using her like 
the slut she now was. Slowly the pile of pennies grew 
until they covered her back and fell onto the floor. I 
alternated between giving her puffs of opium and short 
blasts from the TA-312 to keep her both going and aware 
of what was happening to her. I wanted her to know that 
she had become the bitch dog for her own men; that she 
was being fucked and sodomized by a gang of 18 to 22 
year olds- Whites, Blacks, and a couple in-between- all 
of whom she outranked. 

Rank was very big with her, you know. And I filmed it 
all to show to her later! I filmed the streams of come 
running out of her asshole and cunt, dripping onto the 
floor to cover her name plate until all the camera 
could read of it was the AM of AMANDA. I filmed the 
pile of coins growing slowly, each one representing the 
humiliation of another rape. I tell you, I missed my 
calling. I would have made a fortune in Hollywood- if 
Hollywood did this sort of show. I don't know how long 
it went on. 

It seemed as if there was an endless stream of men 
using her. I counted the pennies later. There were 26 
pennies from the eleven men,. plus one from me for a 
total of 27 rapes of her ass or cunt. I didn't charge 
the men using her face. I paid my penny when I took her 
in the ass after I had rested from coming in her mouth. 
Fucking her ass felt unreal; I felt as if my cock was 
in a thick, warm soup made up of the come of other men. 
And her ass chute was loose. 

It was like fucking a twenty dollar whore's cunt on 
payday. How very different from that first time I took 
her ass! God, she was a mess! Her asshole was wide open 
and dripping come. Her muscular ass was covered in our 
come; it was running out of both her holes in a steady 
stream to cover her crotch. It ran in greyish white 
streams down her leg. Even the floor underneath her was 
sticky with the white stuff. Several men had not been 
able to wait; they had shoot their loads onto her 
blindfolded face, leaving her cheeks, forehead, and 
even her short hair covered with their white come. 

Her full red lips and her chin were coated with my come 
and that of three or four other men who had used her 
mouth. The rest of her strong body was soaking wet from 
her sweat and the sweat of the men using her; it glued 
the pennies covering her back to her skin despite the 
pounding she was getting from the cock of the man 
raping her. 

Her weight rested on the ropes around her back and 
chest now, letting her upper body move back and forth 
in time with the thrusts of the cock rutting in her ass 
or cunt. Her arms were pointing almost straight up, 
twisting those arms almost out of her shoulder joints. 
Her breasts were a deep angry red both from the abuse 
they got from the men and from the way the ropes cut 
into the bases of each breast, closing the veins just 
beneath the skin and keeping the blood trapped in her 
breasts. 

Her nipples were swollen from the trapped blood until 
they were as large as my thumb. The pressure of the 
trapped blood was so great that I could see drops of 
blood oozing out of her skin around the golden oak leaf 
piercing her right nipple. I had made Amanda into a 
Cum-bucket- just as I had promised her. And with each 
penny, she softly ask, "Please Sir, may I have 
another." She did it automatically; I rarely had to 
remind her with the generator. I saved the pennies for 
Amanda, you know. I put them in a plastic bag which I 
later hung around her neck. I wanted her to have 
something to remember that night by.

I had one more thing I wanted of her. First I had to 
get her attention since by now she was just hanging in 
the cat's cradle I'd made for her. I cranked the 
generator as hard as I could- the sound got through to 
her instantly, and then I touched the pointer to her 
slit, forcing it past the little hood to her clit 
itself. I kept it there as she danced and twitched, 
holding it study against her skin until her scream 
broke into a horse croak. Then I scooped up a handful 
of the come running out of her ass and brought it to 
her face. It was a mixture of her shit and the come of 
a dozen men, luke warm, drying, and sticky, enough to 
fill the palm of my hand. I held the pool of scum to 
her mouth and whispered into her ear, "Lick it up Slut"

Amanda cleaned my hand of the come, slowly and 
painfully licking it into her mouth like a cat would 
lick up a bowl of milk. It took a long time until the 
come puddle was gone. When the palm of my hand was 
clean and shiny, and I took my hand away; she croaked 
weakly, "Please sir, may I have another."

After the gang bang in the showers, things settled into 
a comfortable routine- at least for me. The degradation 
of being raped by every one of the twelve soldiers 
under her command had broken Amanda's spirit and with 
it her resistance. Major Amanda Thompson had become 
Major Slut both in her own drug ravaged mind and in the 
minds of the soldiers who had raped her. After that 
night I owned them all. She became my cum slut; they 
were too deeply into this to betray me. I was on top of 
the world. Everything was going great! Which, of 
course, was when it all began to turn to shit.

I can say I wasn't stingy with Amanda's body. I shared 
the wealth. I took plenty for myself, of course. I 
liked taking her by myself. I liked the wet feel of her 
mouth wrapped around my cock or the tight warmth of her 
ass. But it wasn't just sex. I liked using my bare hand 
on her bottom, and I enjoyed using the rawhide whip I 
braided - a quirt like I used to use breaking horses 
when I was a kid- on that strong, sweaty body of 
Amanda's - on her ass and upper legs, her stomach, even 
on her cunt as she hung in a spread eagle from the door 
frame. 

I really liked using the field telephone on her too; it 
could make that tall, strong body of hers move in 
impossible ways against the ropes holding her. I was 
fascinated by the amount of punishment her muscular, 
but so womanly body could take. Even more, I liked the 
feeling of power I had over this beautiful woman, the 
woman who had been my boss. And most of all I liked 
showing off that power I had over her.

When Amanda had taken over the station- back before I 
made into my slut- she had forced everyone to take PT 
every morning. They hated that, especially the long 
runs where she excelled. I stopped the PT, of course. 
But I decided to keep the runs. Only now, Amanda would 
do them alone. I liked her strong body and wanted to 
keep it hard and fit. All the better to abuse, you see. 
What better way to do that and to demonstrate my power 
over her than by making her run in endless circles- 
nude- as her former subordinates jeered her and whipped 
her on. 

I sank a metal pipe in the packed dirt area where we 
held the morning formation. I fitted a slightly smaller 
pipe into it and then added an elbow and then two more 
lengths of pipe joined together to make a shoulder 
height twelve foot arm which swung freely in a circle 
around the sunken pipe. On the end of that arm, I spot 
welded a short length of chain. I finished it about 
three days after the shower room gang rape. The next 
morning at formation, I brought Amanda out, nude but 
for her heavy combat boots. 

I had tied her hands to the back of the dog collar that 
she now wore almost constantly. I paraded her in front 
of the men, pulling her along by a leash attached to 
the front of that dog collar, letting them get a good 
look at her nude body. I loved the look of humiliation 
on Amanda's downcast, flushed face as I marched her 
nude in front of the men she used to command, 
especially when they began to chant, "Major Slut! Major 
Slut! Major Slut!" As their chants echoed painfully in 
her ears, I took Amanda to the end of the metal pipe 
and secured her leash to the length of chain on its 
end. Then I blindfolded her. I left her there and went 
back to the front of the formation.

"Listen up, people! New PT program. Participation is 
voluntary, but I think you'll want to be part of it. 
We're going to start today with a two mile run. The 
Major will do the running; we'll provide the motivation 
to help her keep going. To motivate her, you'll need 
something painful enough to get her attention, but 
nothing that will break the skin. Or I'll break yours! 
You have three minutes to arm yourselves, or we'll 
start without you. MOVE OUT!" As I waited, I walked 
over to Amanda. She was shivering, perhaps the result 
of the cold morning air on her nude body, more likely 
her fear of what was to come. Her blindfolded face was 
turning this way and that, trying desperately to see 
what was happening. I hadn't told her anything about 
what I planned to do. She had heard what I told the 
men. Now I had a private word for her.

"Listen Slut. You have a long run ahead of you- two 
hundred times around this circle. If you don't make 
that two hundred times, if you fall and stay down, then 
you belong to them. I'll let them rape your ass. Not 
just now, but all day long. I'll leave you out here in 
the open all day- until dark. Any man- American or 
Korean- who wants you can rape you a dozen times. 
Asshole or cunt- I don't care. And no drugs. Only if 
you make it, do you get your pipe. Understand? We'll 
start out slow today. But you'll be running the two 
miles in fifteen minute before long. "

I have to say that the men showed more imagination than 
I gave them credit for. They came back with a lovely 
collection of makeshift torture instruments: several 
wet towels, a half dozen leather belts, a couple of 
electrical cords where the end had knotted and the tip 
stripped of insulation to produce a crude wire scourge, 
and one long, heavy wooden dowel rod. I formed them in 
a circle around the post and then gave the blindfolded 
Amanda the order to start running. 

She did fine for the first fifteen minutes, covering 
about two thirds of the distance, running strongly and 
smoothly, concentrating on her breathing and trying to 
ignore the obscene remarks and threatening catcalls of 
the unseen men. She ran beautifully with an animal 
grace, her body soon covered with a sheen of sweat 
despite the cool temperature, her large breasts bobbing 
painfully in time with her stride. Only when she began 
to slow her pace noticeably did I signal the men to 
start using their makeshift whips on her. Amanda, of 
course, didn't see my signal since she was blindfolded. 

The first man to make contact was using an electric 
cord scourge. He caught her across her buttocks with a 
hard swing, leaving a roadmap of tiny red lines on the 
untanned flesh. The blindfolded Amanda gave a startled 
cry and bolted like a frightened filly. As she passed 
each man, he added his belt or wet towel to the assault 
on her butt, except for the fellow with the dowel rod. 
He laid that squarely across her chest, striking both 
Amanda's breasts at the same time with a solid "thud". 

That was when she screamed, a sharp, banshee like wail. 
By now a torrent of blows was covering her strong, 
sweaty body, striking her on the butt-cheeks, the lower 
legs, the back, on her flat stomach, and on her bobbing 
breasts with wet towels, belts, and frayed electric 
cords. Each blow wasn't that painful, but the 
cumulative effect must have been mind numbing. Blinded, 
attacked from all sides, the pain making thought 
impossible- it all seemed to overwhelm her. 

For a moment, Amanda slowed, as if she wanted to give 
up, to escape the pain of the whips even at cost of the 
pain and humiliation of spending the rest of the day as 
their fuck toy. Then she got her second wind. The 
thought of what giving up would mean- especially the 
thought of doing without the drugs- must have given her 
new strength. 

She began to run and run hard. Amanda bent forward a 
little, as if she were running against a strong wind, 
and covered her face with her forearms. She still had 
some sixty rounds to go yet. She ran as fast as she 
could, all thoughts of pacing herself gone. After 25 
rounds, Amanda's legs began to wobble, but still she 
keep running, driven on by the men's blows and her own 
desperate needs. With only 35 more rounds to go, Amanda 
was running on pure fear, as panic stricken as a run 
away horse. 

As she ran our circular gauntlet, Amanda's muscular 
body literally poured sweat; it flew off her on to the 
men as she ran forward against their blows. The expanse 
of her nude body was covered in small welts and 
bruises, small red areas which spread and merged until 
her nude body was a solid, angry red from her knees to 
her shoulders. 

Even her cunt couldn't escape the punishment. The snap 
of numerous wet towels- and the tortured, strangled 
screams from Amanda- marked each hit on this most 
sensitive part of her anatomy. If Amanda had the breath 
to spare, I'm sure she would have screamed out her fear 
and her agony until the sound would have deafened us. 
But she didn't have any breath to spare; she needed 
every bit of oxygen she could suck into her lungs just 
to keep going for that last 35 turns around my circular 
hell. And she did. 

Just as I said I would, I stopped the men when she 
reached the two mile mark. Amanda didn't stop. Her red, 
whipped body kept moving, staggering forward, unaware 
or unable to comprehend that it was over. I watched her 
body struggle forward, automatically putting one foot 
in front of the other, spellbound, for almost two full 
rounds before I stepped in front of her and stopped 
her. She collapsed in my arms.

I kept up her PT program. But I never again used the 
entire unit against her. Myself and four men vs Amanda 
were the usual breakdown. Later, three men and one 
woman; but, I am getting ahead of myself here. It 
became a much sought after privilege to be one of those 
four men- to be one wielding the leather whips I 
eventually had made for this purpose rather being one 
of those watching from the barracks. Amanda had 
strength and determination- or maybe it was 
desperation. She finished every run- except one! Only 
once did she break down and give up. 

Then I was true to my word. I left her there until 
dark. Her body was the property of any man who wanted 
it- to use as he wished. I let them use her there out 
in the open, left her there all day as she was fucked, 
sodomized, face-fucked, kicked, and pissed on by every 
man who could find an excuse to pass that way. She was 
shaking with withdrawals, covered in cum and barely 
conscious when I retrieved her at dusk. Just as I 
promised.

I also shared her body with the other enlisted men 
twice a week, regular gang rapes which I held out in 
the open in the club now rather than hidden in the 
showers. A penny a fuck, everyone welcome. Three holes; 
no waiting. The men loved using her, and a couple of 
them were pretty imaginative in thinking up ways to do 
it. They also liked humiliating her. That's why they 
favored taking her in the asshole and raping her face. 
Brutal and degrading sex. 

They especially liked reminding her that she was- or 
used to be- their commanding officer. I suppose that 
was why they liked to see her in her uniform. At first 
I would bring her in wearing just an unbuttoned class 
"B" blouse, a light green shirt with two large black 
shoulder boards with her golden Major's rank on the 
shoulders. But those light things didn't last the 
night. The men tore them to shreds. 

So, I started using something more durable. I dressed 
her in her battledress uniform, the camouflaged pants 
and shirt with nothing on underneath, and her combat 
boots. The men got a kick out of unwrapping her: 
unbuttoning her shirt to expose those big breasts of 
hers- one nipple still bearing Amanda's gold leaf as a 
piercing- and dropping her pants to her ankles to get 
at her other goodies. I got a kick out of it too. 
Either way, I'd have her hands cuffed behind her back 
and some drugs in her to ensure Amanda's cooperation. 
She'd usually start on her knees as their suck slave in 
search of her cum facial, but would end up bent over a 
table soon enough, a man in each end. 

They liked calling her names as they used her- Major 
Slut, Major Cum-bucket, whore, bitch,... every hurtful, 
degrading name a man can call a woman. I'd be there by 
her side as they did all this, where I wouldn't miss 
anything, and where I could keep an eye on what they 
were doing to her. Making sure they paid their pennies. 
Her protector and her tormentor. 

I would plant myself by Amanda's head and whisper 
directions into her ear. Telling her to use her cuffed 
hands to spread her own ass-cheeks and let the man 
waiting to sodomize her see the cum from the men before 
him roll out of Amanda's used and abuse back hole, 
telling her to thank the man who had just dumped his 
load on her face, or telling her to beg for the big, 
hard cock somebody was rubbing all over her cum slick 
face. Like I was directing a movie, and Amanda was my 
star. And Amanda obeyed- silently and passively, her 
face a grim mask. 

It was all about power for me, but for the others it 
was simply about raw, brutal sex, about man after 
sweaty man pounding Amanda into a cum covered oblivion. 
The men, Black and White alike, were be all over her on 
these nights, literally burying her under a pile of 
rutting male bodies. One in her mouth, one in her ass, 
and one or two just all over her pawing her sweaty body 
and twisting her red, sore breasts as she serviced the 
others. 

By the time they were fucked out, her face and ass were 
solid white with their drying, sticky cum. It was a 
great, but it wasn't enough. I wanted more. So some 
nights, I made a little game of raping Amanda, or more 
properly I made Amanda the prize in a highly unusual, 
and humiliating, game of chance. I called it the Wheel 
of Misfortune. I fixed up a wheel with twelve pie 
shaped segments and mounted it on the wall in the club. 
Just like a TV game show. Only the "prizes" were a bit 
different. I had a cross section of prizes Bob Barker 
could only dream about:

Rape her mouth Rape her asshole Spank the bitch Phone 
Call Give her a Facial Put the Bite on her Use belt on 
her cunt Major-take a drag Use belt on her ass Rape her 
cunt Your Choice Dumb Dog tricks

There was a little something for everyone- even Amanda, 
though the odds were 11 to 1 against her getting that 
drag on the opium pipe. Still, it kept her interested 
in my little game. I loved seeing the hope in her eyes 
each time the wheel spun, followed by the crushing 
disappointment as the arrow passed by that thing she 
wanted more than anything else- her opium pipe. To show 
it was more or less fair, I let one of the men spin the 
wheel. 

I would lead Amanda around, arms tied behind her back 
and nude but for her light green uniform blouse with 
her rank on the shoulder boards, to each table by a 
leash attached to her dog collar. I'd call out a name, 
and the wheel would spin. Each man got one spin per 
rotation- we'd have 2 rotations in a night- and then 
had to carry out the wheel's commands as the others 
watched or be barred from the club for the rest of the 
night. 

Some were pretty painless- if humiliating. Things like 
the "facial" where Amanda would kneel before the man as 
he beat off, waiting to receive a face full of his warm 
cum. Or the "dumb dog tricks" where Amanda would 
perform for the man's amusement by rolling over, 
playing dead, and - my personal favorite- begging for 
table scraps. Now that was quite a sight, the once 
proud officer on her knees before some private, in the 
nude but for her open uniform blouse and the major's 
insignia piercing her nipple, begging for pieces of fat 
and gristle. Not much worse was the "Spank me". 

I loved seeing the 30ish Amanda turned over the knee of 
some 20 year old private. He would turn her firm 
buttocks a bright red with the palm of his hand as 
Amanda squirmed, squealed, and blushed an equally 
bright red in her face from the humiliation of being 
spanked like some schoolgirl. Others were more painful- 
much more painful. "Putting the bite" on Amanda was one 
of these. I had taken the serrated, metal jawed clamps 
off some voltammeters, four of them. 

I added a loop of wire to each to hold the lead fishing 
weights I got from the village. Where he used them was 
up to the man. Amanda's nipples and cunt lips were 
favorites. Her earlobes, her lips, and the soft flesh 
of Amanda's armpits were used by the more imaginative. 
Once on, the man would add weights until the strong 
jawed clamps were pulled off by the increasing weight. 

The men liked to make bets on how long the clamps would 
stay on- and how far the weights could stretch Amanda's 
puffy red, much abused cunt lips or her large, thick 
nipples. Amazing how malleable female flesh is. And how 
far you can stretch it. Especially the nipples. We 
could turn them into cones half as long as your finger 
with about 3 or 4 of the fishing weights. Even more 
dreaded by Amanda was the "phone call'. Here I used the 
TA-312 field phone on her as I did in the shower. But 
differently this time. I attached one wire to a metal 
dildo like rod I would shove up Amanda's ass. The other 
wire went to a similar rod to be put in her cunt. 

Even with Amanda's high tolerance for pain, this one 
make her sweat as soon as the arrow fell on it. 
Usually, she would piss on herself as the rods went in. 
That didn't stop me; it just made the connection 
better. Even one "ring" would leave her withering on 
the floor, barely conscious. That was the one she 
feared most. The rest fell somewhere between these 
poles. I don't know which was worse in Amanda's mind- 
the belt or the sex. She had become use to being our 
whore, and she had a high tolerance for pain. 

I suspect the humiliation of the sex, of being fucked 
or sodomized in front of a crowd while crawling on her 
knees like a bitch in heat wore on her most though. 
Amanda dreaded these game nights more than the straight 
gang rapes. Here she had to be part of her own 
degradation, had to humiliate herself in front of the 
men who had once been her subordinates, her inferiors. 
She couldn't just lie back and submit as she could in 
the gang rapes. That blow to what was left of her pride 
was as painful to her as any physical blow. Even this 
was not enough. I wanted more.


Chapter 4


I also shared her with my Korean business partners. We 
were in the habit of meeting to split the drug take and 
talk about the next shipment about once a week. But it 
wasn't just a business meeting. No, Lee and his dozen 
relatives had to take their measure of me. Like I said, 
they were a clannish bunch. So I had to get drunk with 
them each time. They figure that they don't really know 
- or trust- a man until they have gotten drunk with 
him. I had to drink their local stuff, their sojhu, 
until we all were throwing up drunk. 

I went their hospitality one better, bringing Amanda to 
our meetings to entertain them. Letting them use her as 
their whore. They were very appreciative. They'd never 
had a Western woman before. But it was more than just 
sexual novelty with them. For them it was a sort of 
payback. They figured that the American Army had been 
fucking them for 40 years- taking their land, turning 
their prettiest women into whores and their men into 
houseboys. Now was their chance to fuck the American 
Army- in the long, tall person of Major Amanda 
Thompson. It was quite a sight.

She couldn't understand a word they said to her, but 
she understood what they wanted from her. I saw to that 
with a simple bit of stick and carrot- my quirt and her 
pipe. I thought it was fitting to dress Amanda like a 
cheap Korean whore- a tight dress which barely covered 
the vee of her sex, some cheap jewelry, and a pair of 
cheap plastic, "fuck me" high heels. Lots of makeup. No 
need to bother with underwear; I knew that she won't be 
wearing it long enough to matter. Nor did I bother with 
keeping her tied up once we inside the house. There was 
no place to run in that tiny main room. 

Unlike the soldiers, the Koreans wouldn't share her. 
They took her one at a time according to a strict 
family pecking order running from old to young. Lee, 
the patriarch of the family- the grandfather, I guess, 
was always first. He must have been in his sixties at 
least. He could still get it up, but it took a lot of 
help. As I and the rest of the family watched more or 
less respectfully, Amanda would have to work to get his 
withered old cock hard enough to let him cum and get it 
over with. 

She would strip for him- awkwardly and with great 
embarrassment- and play the part of a whore. Just as I 
ordered, Amanda would stand in front of the old gizzer, 
caressing and cupping her breasts and moving her hips 
as she mouthed the usual whore's come on- "You wantee 
fuckee... I fuckee good..." Sometimes that was enough. 
Usually, Amanda had to kneel before him and use her 
hands to get him hard, to handle his withered balls and 
cock until he was hard. 

Some nights, she had to suck his shriveled up old cock 
for 10 or 15 minutes until she could get him hard 
enough to fuck. Then she would assume the doggy 
position and guide him inside her. He would pump away 
at her, gripping her hips and thrusting in with 
everything he had until he would finally empty himself 
into her warm, not yet sloppy, cunt. He was a pleasure 
compared to the young ones. It was like mating with a 
wolf pack with them. 

While one of the younger ones fucked, the others 
watched and shouted what I guess was advice or maybe 
insults between drinks. The more brutal the way they 
took Amanda, the more "face" they gained among the 
others in the family. They were a pretty conventional 
group, most were big on the missionary position. But 
they made up in fury what they lacked in imagination. 
They preferred to take the nude, moaning Amanda on her 
back, pounding into her with all the strength of their 
wiry young bodies, not just raping her but literally 
attacking her sweaty, quivering body with their cocks, 
trying to beat her into submission with their dicks, to 
stab her to death with their hard cocks, to impale the 
Western bitch. 

But it was her breasts which really fascinated them. 
They loved to abuse those large mounds of Amanda's, to 
slap them hard just to see them bounce, to twist her 
nipples until they were white, to squeeze her breasts 
like they were kneading dough. All while they were on 
top of her, fucking the shit out of her, screaming into 
her face in Korean, their spittle mixing with Amanda's 
sweat and tears. Her breasts would be sore for days 
afterwards, as would her cunt.

Like I said, the younger Koreans fell on her like 
starving wolves- drunken starving wolves. Any one of 
them would have fucked her to death if I'd let them. 
But I won't let them go that far. In a strange way I'd 
become Amanda's protector as well as her tormentor. She 
had no one else to look to for protection. She no 
longer had any control over her own body. I had the 
control! She was mine! So, I kept them from hurting her 
too much while at the same time I let them rape her 
strong, womanly body. But they didn't show me whatever 
it was I was looking for either. What I was doing to 
her- the abuse - just wasn't enough any more. I needed 
to subject Amanda to something more. And I needed 
something more from her, something more than her silent 
submission.

I finally found the key to what I had been looking for 
right under my nose. I'd brought Miss Rhee, the camp 
whore who Amanda - back when she was still Major 
Thompson- had run off, back to the club to keep those 
assholes occupied on nights when I didn't feel like 
sharing my Major Slut. She didn't have any business 
those nights I brought Amanda to the club. The men 
totally ignored her on those nights when they had their 
Major to use, but she was still there, a petite, short 
haired woman watching from her regular place at the 
corner of the bar. She was the only woman there except 
for Amanda. 

The club was awash with testosterone on those nights. 
You could smell it in the stale, smoky air in the club. 
That rutting horde could have been all over her in a 
minute, and I won't have helped her... But still she 
stayed. It didn't take long to figure out why. I could 
see the excitement in her eyes. And eventually each 
evening, I would see one of her tiny hands disappear 
under her short skirt and between her crossed legs as 
she watched the men roughly rape Amanda's face and 
asshole, her face frozen in a sneer but her eyes fixed 
on the Major's suffering body. 

Even after two or three hours when I would call it 
quits for the night, Miss Rhee would still be there, 
watching. By then, I could almost smell her sopping wet 
cunt from across the room even over the smell of the 
sperm covering Amanda. From the bar, she would watch me 
as I counted the pennies lying on the table beside 
Amanda and those stuck to Amanda's skin by the sweat 
and the cum, each of them marking a penetration of the 
Major. The pennies were my way of keeping score. I 
saved them for Amanda. 

I kept the pennies- over two hundred of them by now- in 
a big glass jar by the bed. The pennies had long ago 
outgrown the bag around Amanda's neck I had used at 
first. But I still had them where she couldn't avoid 
seeing them. Boring being left in bondage for hours at 
a time. So, I allowed Amanda to fill in those empty 
times by counting the previous night's pennies. 

I would put the nude Amanda into a hogtie, her hands 
and feet bound tightly together behind her back, 
leaving Amanda trapped in a painful U-shape for hours. 
I would pile the previous night's pennies in a large 
pile by her face. It was her job to count the pennies- 
many of which were covered in dried man cum- as she 
used her lips, teeth, and tongue to move them from my 
pile to the penny jar on the floor beside her. 

An incorrect count was, of course, punished severely. I 
figured this gave Amanda something to think about 
during those empty times. Miss Rhee wouldn't leave 
until I finished my count and carried Amanda's 
unresisting body off to our room- to a long shower and 
then my turn with her exhausted body. One club night, I 
called an early halt to the festivities. 

After I counted the pennies- twenty three incidentally- 
I picked up Amanda's unresisting, nude, cum soaked body 
and slung it over my shoulder. I stopped by the door 
and called Miss Rhee over to me. She came reluctantly, 
but she came, unable to resist a closer look at the 
object of her fascination, Amanda's tall, strong, and 
battered nude body. Miss Rhee was short, like all 
Koreans, not even coming up to my shoulder and barely 
reaching Amanda's. Her body was slender but with a bit 
more heft than Koreans generally have. 

I figured that she was half American, the daughter of 
her predecessor as camp whore and some nameless G.I, 
which tended to make her lower than dog shit to the 
other Koreans. She couldn't have weighed over a hundred 
pounds on her best day. Her skin was a little darker 
and her lips a bit fuller than any Korean I'd seen. 
Probably had a Black G.I. for the proud daddy. Good 
looking in a doll like way. Jet black hair, cut in a 
wedge around her round face. Heavy makeup. 

She was somewhere in her early twenties, she looked 
about sixteen to an American. Until you looked at the 
eyes. Then she looked forty. Her English was not very 
extensive; she'd never needed much more than "You 
wantee fuckee me?" and " ten dolar". Or maybe she 
understood English better than I did and only spoke in 
pidgin English because the G.I's expected it. I didn't 
know or care. She understood me well enough when I 
said, "You wantee fuckee Major Slut?"

I carried Amanda back to the room we shared, which had 
once been her room, and dumped her limp body on the 
bed. I didn't bother with the shower. I wanted to see 
her like this, with the cum still dripping out of her. 
My cumbucket. Her asshole was still half open with 
brownish cum still dripping slowly out of it. Her cunt 
was red, the lips puffy and open, with man cum that had 
dripped from her asshole coating them. 

Even the vee of her pubic hair was saturated in that 
cum. There was also a ring of white scum around her 
mouth. Her chin was covered in it. There were more 
sticky, white blotches on those high aristocratic 
cheekbones of hers, on her forehead, and in her short 
auburn hair. Her eyes were closed. She was totally out 
of it. I had given Amanda her usual ration of opium 
before I took her to the club to entertain her 
soldiers, as I always did. I did that because I wanted 
to fuck her mind as well as her body. 

I wanted her to have only dream like - or maybe I 
should say nightmare like- memories of these gang 
rapes. I wanted her to half remember a hazy world 
inhabited by faceless hard cocks where she was drowning 
in oceans of man cum, surreal memories which would 
haunt her occasional lucid moments. I wanted her to 
look at that jar of pennies and wonder if those images 
she half remembered of the men raping her ass were real 
or if she was going insane. That it loosened her up 
enough to survive the repeated assaults without being 
torn apart was an added, if important, benefit. 

But it did present a problem at the moment since I 
wanted her to know what was about to happen. And I 
wanted to see her react! About the time my mind was 
beginning to mull this problem, I felt a pair of tiny 
hands running over my back. I turned to find that Miss 
Rhee- working girl she was- had stripped off her 
clothes and was ready for action. Not an ounce of fat 
on her, except where it counted, and just enough there 
to produce a pair of teacup size breasts with dark, 
almost black nipples - erect and ready.

"You wanntee, I wakee Major for you."

Curious, I agreed. "I wannte! You wake Major. You 
fuckee Major."

She didn't waste any time starting. She easily 
manhandled Amanda's big nude body into a spread eagle 
position on the bed, face up. Her waif like body had a 
lot more strength than it seemed. She gestured at 
Amanda's hands and held out one of her own. I pointed 
to the pile of ropes I kept by the bed for just this 
sort of thing. 

In a moment she had Amanda's hands and feet secured to 
the bed frame, effectively immobilizing the unresisting 
body of the larger woman. A quick search of the room, 
and she was ready to go to work on Amanda. Such 
enthusiasm! I was seeing a new side to Miss Rhee. She 
sat astride Amanda, her bottom resting on the older 
woman's right thighs. 

She looked like a child, perched there atop Amanda. For 
a moment she studied the terrain, the vast expanse of 
Amanda's nude body. Her small hands ran over the other 
woman's flat stomach up to the large cone shaped 
breasts, firm even now as Amanda lay on her back. She 
fingered the gold Major's insignia piercing one of 
Amanda's red nipples. Gently she explored both her 
breasts before moving onto Amanda's face, tracing her 
full lips with one finger and then stroking her hair 
like a child seeing something for the first time. 

Once she knew the terrain, she went over to the attack. 
She returned to Amanda's breasts again, cupping one 
large breast inside both her small hands before she 
lowered her lips to the nipple. She blew on that big 
soft, red nip of Amanda's, then licked at it like a cat 
lapping up milk. Miss Rhee repeated the process again. 
Amanda's eyes opened now. And her little finger size 
nipples became erect, hard enough to remain upright as 
Miss Rhee's tongue raked over them in cat like laps. 

It must have felt strange to Amanda. She would have 
become so used to the rough sex I took from her as well 
as the brutal gang rapes like tonight's, that she must 
have forgotten what a gentle touch felt like. Miss Rhee 
left that breast and went to her other one, the one 
with Amanda's rank impaling the nipple. She toyed with 
it for a moment, carefully rotating it and using it to 
stretch the impaled nipple. 

Gently, she pulled it away form the nipple until she 
found the clasp to the pin piercing Amanda's nub and 
opened it, removing the insignia of rank from Amanda's 
nipple for the first time since I had pierced her with 
it. Then she cupped the soft breast in both her hands 
and alternatively licked and blew on it. Amanda's eyes 
had closed again, but I knew she was still with us. She 
was moaning softly as Miss Rhee made love to her 
breast. 

She didn't open her eyes again until Miss Rhee stopped 
caressing her breast. Then she saw the small woman 
leaning forward, pressing her small breasts against 
Amanda's larger ones as Miss Rhee locked her lips to 
Amanda's cum stained lips, her tongue thrusting inside 
Amanda's mouth in a wet lesbian kiss. That woke Amanda 
up. After she broke the kiss, Miss Rhee smiled for the 
first time. She was still smiling as she settled back 
on her heels, bent her head back to Amanda's right 
breast, took the big, erect nipple between her white 
teeth, and bit down hard. 

The sound that escaped Amanda's lips was halfway 
between a whipped dog whimper and a cry of surprise. 
She couldn't shift gears quickly enough to react. 
Amanda hadn't seen that coming. Nor had I. Miss Rhee 
shook her head from side to side like a terrier, 
Amanda's nipple still locked in her teeth. When she 
finally let go, I could see a tiny drop of Amanda's 
blood on Miss Rhee's lower lip. She smiled at Amanda as 
she licked that drop of Amanda's blood off her lip, and 
then she went on to the left breast, giving that nipple 
the same treatment. 

By now Amanda's body was bent like a bow as she fought 
her bonds, staring up at the smaller woman in disbelief 
as her pleasure vanished and was replaced by pain. Tiny 
drops of blood dotted both nipples now, only faintly 
distinguishable against the lighter red of the nipple. 
Miss Rhee licked those up as well. Then she sat back on 
Amanda's thigh, picked up the candle she had found 
earlier and a matchbook. As Amanda watched in growing 
horror, Miss Rhee lit the candle. She watched it burn 
intently, turning it in her hand to make the flame burn 
closer to the wax. When it was ready, Miss Rhee began.

Her targets were Amanda's breasts. She would carefully 
tip the burning candle to drop a glob of hot wax on one 
of Amanda's breasts, starting with the firm flesh at 
the base and working inward to the crushed nipples. She 
worked steadily, pausing each time to let the candle 
build up a quantity of the hot wax before again 
dropping that hot wax on Amanda's sensitive skin, 
alternating between breasts to prolong the ordeal for 
Amanda. 

There was nothing Amanda could do to stop her. She 
could only struggle against the ropes holding her hands 
and feet, the muscles of her strong body moving 
beautifully under the white, sweaty skin of her arms, 
legs and abdomen as she tried to escape the slow 
torture. Only Amanda's head was free to move, which it 
did, moving steadily from side to side as she shook her 
head in a futile, silent "NO". Her eyes remained fixed 
on the candle in Miss Rhee's hand as it dipped and 
hovered over her, bringing pain with each small 
movement of Miss Rhee's hand. 

She was mostly silent as Miss Rhee slowly encased her 
breasts in the hot wax. Just a soft moan at best, 
usually only the sound of Amanda sucking a tortured 
breath through her tightly clenched teeth each time a 
glob of hot wax hit the sensitive skin of her breasts. 
Miss Rhee was silent too. The two seemed to me to be in 
some contest of wills where the one to speak first must 
be the loser. But even if she didn't speak, Miss Rhee's 
breathing spoke for her. It became louder and more 
ragged as she slowly dripped the wax on Amanda's 
breasts. Bracing herself with one hand against the 
wall, Miss Rhee was riding Amanda's thigh. 

Miss Rhee was rubbing her clit against the hard muscles 
of her victim's leg as she used the candle on Amanda's 
breasts. The more Amanda struggled, the more Miss Rhee 
got off. Very clever of Miss Rhee. Miss Rhee slowly 
covered the skin of each breasts with the hot wax. It 
stuck to the skin as it cooled, the heat sinking into 
Amanda's breasts and building with each drop of hot wax 
until they must have seemed to Amanda to be on fire. 

On and on Miss Rhee went, slowly and methodically using 
her candle until both of those beautiful breasts were 
encased in a thin sheet of milky wax, under which the 
flesh of her tits had turned a bright, fire red. When 
Miss Rhee ran out of exposed breast flesh, she shifted 
her target. She then held the candle over Amanda's 
exposed right armpit. The soft shaven flesh there 
proved just as sensitive to the hot wax as Amanda's 
breasts had been- perhaps more so. Woman are so tender 
there. 

As each drop of the hot wax hit the white flesh and 
began to spread, Amanda struggled anew against the 
ropes holding her arms to the bed frame, exposing her 
armpits to the painfully hot wax. In a replay of her 
struggles as Miss Rhee punished her breasts, Amanda's 
strong body strained hopelessly against her bonds, 
desperate to escape the pain, her muscles moving under 
her sweat covered skin with a life of their own. 

Still, Amanda remained silent except for a soft moan 
when the wax first hit the untouched flesh of her left 
armpit. When both her armpits had been encased in the 
wax, Miss Rhee returned to her original target- 
Amanda's breasts. On Amanda's nipples the wax had 
cooled into little mounds, entirely covering both the 
erect, finger like nubs. Maybe Amanda hoped that would 
protect them from any more of Miss Rhee's hot wax. If 
so she was disappointed; that didn't stop the little 
Korean bitch. 

A nip with her teeth to break the wax along with a 
touch of the candle's flame, and the nipple was again 
vulnerable. Again and again, Miss Rhee covered Amanda's 
red, swollen nipples with the hot wax, pouring the heat 
into two of the most sensitive spots on Amanda's body 
as Amanda sweated and flexed helplessly underneath her, 
wallowing in the pain radiating from her breasts. 
Despite the cool temperature of the room, Amanda was 
covered with sweat from the heat generated by that 
little candle. It poured off her to soak the sheet 
underneath her nude body. 

Amanda remained silent through it all, only the odd 
moan escaping her tightly compressed lips. Silent but 
not impassive; now there were tears streaming from the 
corners of her eyes to match the sweat covering the 
rest of her strong body. I was impressed! Hard to draw 
a tear from Major Slut these days. The gang rape 
hadn't. I was even more surprised by what happened 
next.

As I watched, Miss Rhee leaned forward and put her face 
just above the reclining Amanda's. Silently Miss Rhee 
licked those tears off Amanda's cheeks. First one 
cheek, then the other was licked clean of Amanda's 
salty tears in quick, cat-like moves. When the tears 
were gone, Miss Rhee traced her tongue across her cheek 
to Amanda's lips. She hovered there, her lips almost 
touching Amanda's for a moment, her eyes staring into 
Amanda's. Then Miss Rhee caught Amanda's lower lip in 
her small, sharp teeth, drawing blood as well a little 
cry of pain from Amanda.

By now the candle was just a stub. And Miss Rhee must 
have been very close to coming, courtesy of Amanda's 
hard thighs. I could see tracts of her juices on 
Amanda's skin. She planted that candle snub on Amanda's 
quivering stomach, the wax dripping down the short stub 
to run into her bellybutton, to free both her hands. 
Then Miss Rhee finished herself off, rubbing her clit 
harder and harder on the slick skin of Amanda's thigh 
as she rode Amanda like a jockey, both hands holding 
onto the larger woman's hips for support.

Not a sound escaped her mouth as the small Korean whore 
masturbated herself to a climax. Eyes locked on 
Amanda's eyes, she rode herself to a shuttering climax 
without any help from me. Finally, Miss Rhee came; she 
hissed between her teeth, her upper body leaning back 
and her head thrown up. Then it was over. Miss Rhee 
stared at Amanda's silent face for a moment, then she 
leaned forward and slapped Amanda across the face. 
Hard! Round one to Major Slut!

But Miss Rhee was not finished. She crouched between 
the Vee of Amanda's wide spread legs, her small body 
easily fitting between those well muscled legs. She 
turned to me- the first time she had acknowledged by 
existence since she picked up the candle, "I fuckee 
Major Slut! Fuckee bitch good!"



One of Miss Rhee's small hands spread the puffy outer 
lips of Amanda's cunt, letting us both see the finer 
inner lips and between them the still tiny hole of her 
cunt. There were traces of cum on the lips, both cum 
which had dripped from Amanda's gang raped asshole and 
cum from the few men who had preferred her cunt to her 
sloppy asshole. Miss Rhee wiped her other hand over 
these traces of cum, using them as a lubricant for what 
all three of us knew was coming next. She slide two 
fingers into Amanda's cunt. Then three. She worked them 
in and out a little, experimenting or maybe just 
savoring the feeling of Amanda's cunt gripping them. 
Then she formed her small hand into a spear point, the 
thumb pressed into the palm. With that she impaled 
Amanda, forcing it into Amanda up to her wrist in one 
sudden push.

Amanda was finally giving it up! She threw back her 
head and screamed again as Miss Rhee's hand disappeared 
further inside Amanda. Now she was into her up to the 
wrist. I felt alive again! I unzipped my fly and pulled 
out my cock, stroking it as I watched, wanting to join 
in but afraid of missing something if I did. As I 
watched, Miss Rhee began to pump her arm in and out of 
Amanda, the muscles in her upper arm straining as she 
fought Amanda's body for control.

"NNOOO! ARRGGHHEEEE!"

Amanda was screaming non-stop now. Miss Rhee's arm 
punched its way inside Amanda's cunt, slowly sinking 
deeper and deeper into the larger woman. I thought I 
could see the fist moving under Amanda's skin, like 
some invading snake twisting and butting its way into 
her womb. Amanda's big strong body moved around Miss 
Rhee's invading arm, trying to escape it, trying to 
crush it. But she couldn't. 

The arm invading her continued to penetrate deeper and 
deeper. Now Amanda looked like a human size puppet 
controlled by the tiny Miss Rhee. In response to each 
twist and thrust of Miss Rhee's arm, Amanda danced and 
arched on the bed, moving helplessly in response to the 
hand inside her, Amanda's screams marking each inch of 
progress by Miss Rhee's tiny fist. Miss Rhee's arm was 
soon sunk up to the elbow inside Amanda. She was 
thrusting into Amanda with her entire strength, 
twisting her arm and battering at Amanda's womb as 
Amanda frantically danced on her back in response. 

It was as if she wanted to reach inside Amanda and tear 
her heart out. I could not wait any longer. I straddled 
Amanda's head with my body, my cock raking across her 
agonized face. As she screamed again, I thrust into her 
open mouth. I gripped her thrashing head with both 
hands and raped her mouth. Uncaring of the teeth raking 
over my cock, I thrust deep into her, battering the 
back of her throat with the tip of my cock. 

She screamed around my cock, her tongue inadvertently, 
wetly caressing me as I fucked her warm mouth. I could 
feel the jarring, feel her body move in response to 
Miss Rhee's arm battering against her womb. I locked 
her head back so that I could stare into her eyes as I 
raped her, raped Amanda's face- raped her, not some 
anonymous hole. I thrust into her throat as deeply as I 
could while at the sametime Miss Rhee was doing the 
same to her other hole. Together we used Amanda's 
screaming, thrashing, helpless body, penetrating deeper 
into Amanda than she had ever experienced before or 
even through possible. I felt as if my cock and Miss 
Rhee's hand would meet somewhere inside Amanda if only 
we could keep this up. And I could see from the fear in 
Amanda's eyes that she had the same thought.

I fucked Amanda's mouth relentlessly. The head of my 
cock butting against her gullet, the underside riding 
over her tongue. I didn't care if her teeth scraped 
over my cock. I watched Amanda's face turn red from 
lack of air as I fuck her mouth. Hard to scream and 
breath, especially when there is a large cock in your 
mouth. Every few minutes I would slow down to let her 
catch a breath of air. Then it was back to battering 
her throat. She continued to scream as Miss Rhee and I 
invaded her body from opposite ends. 

Then the screams increased. Turning my head to the 
right, I realized why. Miss Rhee's other hand had also 
disappeared into Amanda's body. One hand was sunk up to 
the elbow inside Amanda's cunt. The other arm had 
disappeared halfway to the elbow into Amanda's gang 
raped asshole. Miss Rhee was alternating thrusts- now 
thrusting into Amanda's asshole with one arm, now 
thrusting into Amanda's cunt with the other- in a two 
stroke rhyme like an old steam engine. 

Every hole in Amanda's abused body was filled- to a 
depth which she had never before experienced. I was 
half way down her throat. Miss Rhee was to her womb- 
maybe beyond- and deep in Amanda's asshole. I could see 
Miss Rhee's arms struggling inside Amanda, fighting for 
room where there wasn't suppose to be any.

I don't know how long we continued. It seemed forever- 
especially to Amanda. Harder and harder we fucked her, 
trying to beat Amanda's strong body into submission 
with my cock and her fists. I felt as if my cock were 
made of iron; as if it was a weapon with which to 
bludgeon Amanda, to rape her mouth. And I felt as if I 
could go on raping her mouth, stretching it around my 
cock, forever. 

I could hear Miss Rhee's ragged breathing and the harsh 
guttural of her curses as she pumped her arms in and 
out of Amanda, along with a new sound. Now I could hear 
a wet, sucking sound coming from Amanda, the sound of 
wet flesh impacting on wet flesh. It took me a minute 
to realize that it was coming from Amanda's cunt. 

Soon, I could see her juices covering Miss Rhee's arm, 
shining in the room's lights. Suddenly, I could feel 
Amanda's body tightening. Then I could feel her shaking 
underneath me. It was as if she was having some sort of 
fit, an epileptic fit maybe. For a second I thought she 
was choking. I pulled half way out to let her breath, 
but the shaking continued. Unbelievable! THE SLUT WAS 
CUMMING! We were raping every hole in her body, and 
Major Slut was cumming! The sight of her cumming drove 
me over the edge. 

I thrust as deep into Amanda's throat as I could as she 
bucked underneath me and held it there until I came. I 
filled her with my hot cum. The cum shot out of my cock 
in burst after burst of hot sperm. With each burst, I 
pulled my still hard cock a little further out of her 
throat, so that by my fourth burst of cum I was no 
longer dumping my cum directly down her throat but 
shooting it onto her tongue. I wanted her to taste it! 
I wiped the last drops of my cum on her face, smearing 
my shirking cock over her lips and cheek as I stared 
into her open, blank eyes, her body still shaking as 
she rode out the Mother of all climaxes.


Chapter 5


After I had emptied my cum onto Amanda, I climbed off 
her bound body and staggered to a chair. Without 
emotion, drained, I watched as Miss Rhee pulled her 
hands out of Amanda and took my place on Amanda's face. 
She took Amanda's face in her small cum covered hands 
and pulled Amanda's face into her cunt. All I could 
hear were the small liquid sounds of Amanda's lips and 
tongue working on Miss Rhee's very wet cunt. And Miss 
Rhee's moans. 

I don't know how long she rode Amanda's face. I watched 
Amanda work to satisfy Miss Rhee, bringing her organism 
after organism, the smell of two women in heat heavy in 
the air in that small room. I loved the smell of pussy 
in the night! I could feel it recharging my cock, 
getting me ready for another shot at Amanda. There was 
no doubt in my military mind that I had found the 
ultimate punishment for Amanda. 

There was no one was cruel to a woman as another woman. 
Miss Rhee definitely knew how to hurt Amanda in ways 
I'd never suspect! And to make her cum while doing it! 
But there was something about this which I didn't like. 
Miss Rhee was just a bit too possessive of my slut. 
Miss Rhee was going to need some sorting out. The 
thought of doing that made my cock even harder.

But before I had a chance to sort out Miss Rhee, a 
letter from Amanda's younger sister came. That put such 
a scare into me that I lost interest in either Amanda 
or Miss Rhee- for the moment. All I could think about 
was whether or not the sister suspected something. The 
letter worried me. It was so damn mysterious with its:

I have to talk to you. I think you know why. I am 
flying out to Korea space available. Since I'll be 
taking whatever is going in that direction, I don't 
know exactly when I'll get there or where I'll land. 
I'll call you when I arrive. Karen

I knew a little about Amanda's family from the letters 
and pictures I found in her room. And from the ones she 
received after she became my slut. Hard to open your 
mail when your hands are tied, so I would read her mail 
to her. I enjoyed reading those letters out loud to her 
as she lay there on the floor at my feet, gagged and in 
a hog tie, her eyes glaring at me as I read her little 
secrets aloud. So, I already knew that Amanda had a 
younger sister named Karen. I knew she was just out of 
college, so I guessed she was 21 or 22. I even knew 
that she had joined the Army too. There was a picture 
of her on Amanda's desk, all nervous looking in her 
brand new Class A uniform as Amanda pinned a second 
lieutenant's gold bar on her right shoulder. 

On the other side of Karen was an older man, hair white 
but still husky, pinning a bar on her other shoulder. 
He, I found, was their father; his name was Thor, if 
you can believe that. There was a family resemblance 
all right; they were a healthy looking bunch, typical 
Minnesota Swedes except for the dark hair. Karen had 
the same cheek bones and wide mouth as Amanda. 

She was almost as tall, the same sturdy build, and had 
some muscles of her own judging by another picture 
Amanda had with Karen in a victory pose with 3 other 
girls from her college swim team. Nice body- long, 
strong legs, slender waist, and a pair of breasts which 
almost matched Amanda's. She was a younger version of 
Amanda, though her shoulder length reddish hair 
softened her look compared to Amanda's butch cut. 

The hair and the lost puppy dog look in her eyes made 
her look a lot different from the self confident ball 
breaker her older sister had been. Softer definitely; 
weaker maybe. In her picture, Karen seemed to be asking 
you to like her. And afraid that you won't. Something 
Amanda would never do. I couldn't quite put my finger 
on, but it was there. 

The letters weren't any help. She wrote once a week, 
regular as clockwork, but there was nothing personal in 
any of Karen's letters, no sharing of secrets with her 
big sis. They were more like reports to her superior 
officer. I wished I 'd had some of Amanda's letters to 
her, but I sure wasn't going to have Amanda writing 
letters to anyone. I figured that was the problem. That 
little Karen must have become suspicious of the lack of 
letters from Amanda. 

The big question was, who had she told about this 
suspicion. The rational thing to do was run. I had a 
pile of money in that bank in the Caribbean by now. I 
could just disappear. I knew that was what I should do, 
but I knew that I wouldn't do it. I sweated about it 
for a day or so, then I just didn't care anymore. I was 
going to play this thing out, take it as far as it 
would go! By the time Karen's phone call arrived a day 
later, I was looking forward to introducing Karen to 
the new Amanda and was making plans with Miss Rhee on 
how to do just that. 

The voice on the phone didn't seem suspicious. I told 
her who I was and that her sister was "tied up" at the 
moment and could not come to the phone. Which was the 
truth; Amanda was tied up at the moment- in a tight hog 
tie, her hands and feet tied together to bend her nude 
body into a 'U" shape, a pair of my used underwear held 
in her mouth by a bootlaces, tied so that she was lying 
on her belly and breasts on the cold concrete floor of 
our room. 

Karen said that she had just arrived at the air base in 
Pusan and wanted to know what to do next. I told her 
that Pusan wasn't far from the station and that her 
sister would send the station's truck to pick her up. I 
told her to just sit tight and someone would be there 
in an hour or so. Then I alerted Miss Rhee- or 
"Mistress" Rhee as I had Amanda addressing her now- to 
make her preparation, grabbed Johnson to drive, and lit 
out in the cargo Humvee.

It didn't take us but a little over an hour to get to 
the Air Force base near Pusan. I sat there in the front 
seat, sweating every minute of it. The guard at the 
gate just waved us through. Now I really began to get 
nervous. Suppose this was a trap? At the terminal 
building, I looked around for men busy doing nothing 
before going in, but saw no one. 

The area was deserted. It was the same inside. I 
spotted a tall woman in the Army summer uniform easily 
enough. I knew it had to be her; she looked so much 
like a younger version of Amanda. The big difference 
was the hair. Her's was a bit shorter now but still 
longer, and redder, than Amanda's- framing her face and 
giving her that soft, feminine look. God, she was 
beautiful! Not proud beautiful like her sister, but 
prom queen beautiful. But I could sense something in 
her just from looking at her. Or rather the lack of 
something. Deep inside, I knew that she had none of her 
sister's iron backbone.

"Lieutenant Thompson?"

"No, I'm Lieutenant Lutgren," She replied with a 
serious expression. Then she smiled, and looked all of 
eighteen with her "please like me smile". It last about 
a second until she remembered she wasn't suppose to 
smile at the enlisted swine and went back to her 
serious, officer face, the one she must have learned 
from her sister.

"Thompson is my sister's married name. Are you from her 
unit?"

"Yes, Ma am. Sorry. Major Thompson..." It seemed 
strange to be referring to Amanda as Major Thompson. If 
I used her old rank at all, it was to call her Major 
Slut. " Major Thompson sent me to pick you up. I'll get 
your bags."

With that I grabbed her bags and started walking, all 
the while waiting for the shouts, the running men with 
guns. But they never appeared. She just stood there for 
a minute with her mouth open, uncertain what to do; 
then she followed me out to the Humvee. There were 
seats for three in the front of the Humvee, but it was 
close. So close I could smell her- the sweat and the 
perfume and the flower like scent of her hair. So close 
that she couldn't help but touch us every time the 
vehicle swayed. And I could tell that made her 
uncomfortable. 

I had her in the middle. She wanted to talk, even 
though that was next to impossible with the noise of 
the diesel engine. But she went on and on, almost 
shouting questions about Amanda, about Korea, about the 
commo station. The driver ignored her. He just 
concentrated on the road like I'd told him to do. I 
gave her short answers, mostly grunts, which I could 
see were making her uneasy. I didn't care. I was 
already thinking about the next stage, about breaking 
her just as I had broken her sister Amanda.

I didn't wait long to start my next stage either. As 
soon as we hit an empty stretch of road, I had Johnson 
pull over. I got Karen- I had already made the 
transition to thinking of her as Karen, my slut, rather 
than as the Lieutenant- to follow me to the cargo area 
of the Humvee. 

I told her some bullshit about how I smelled something 
and was afraid that a bottle of cleaning compound had 
broken and was going to soak into her bags. She climbed 
into the small canvas enclosed cargo area willingly 
enough. Threaten a woman's clothes, and she'll do 
anything to save them. But there was no cleaning 
compound, nothing back there except her two bags. 

When she turned to tell me that she didn't see anything 
wrong, I put the blade of my buck knife up under her 
chin. She froze! I slapped a handcuff on her left wrist 
and spun her around so she was facing the front of the 
Humvee. Keeping the knife at her throat, I ran the 
other cuff around a chain I'd secured to the spare tire 
which was bolted to the back of the cab and snapped it 
shut around Karen's right wrist. Then I forced her to 
her knees and squatted on my knees behind her, my body 
pressing her's into the tire, my knife still at her 
throat.

"Please don't hurt me." She managed to stammer. " I'll 
do whatever you want"

I knew that she would. There was no fight in her, no 
backbone. I could feel her eyes following the blade of 
my knife as I brought it up to her face and moved it in 
a lazy figure eight there. She followed it like it was 
a snake. I could feel her body shake with her fear. 
Satisfied with the impression I had made on her, I move 
the knife down her body, using it to slowly cut the 
buttons off her light green summer uniform blouse. I 
like the way she flinched each time the knife's blade 
slipped between her and the blouse. 

It must have felt cold as ice against her skin as it 
touched her. When the blouse was hanging open, I 
slipped the knife under her bra between her two soft, 
solid breasts. I let her feel the sharp edge of the 
blade against her skin as I slipped it in. That brought 
a whine from her, and a little whispered "no". She gave 
a little sob of relief when I turned the blade and used 
it to cut the bra instead of her. Then I cut each 
shoulder strap and pulled the whole bra off her, 
leaving her nude under her open blouse. 

The uniform pants were next. I unbuttoned them and 
forced them down to her knees. I used the knife on her 
panties- light blue ones I remember. Not very military. 
I cut each side of them and then pulled them free from 
between her legs. I laid them on the tire in case I 
needed them later for a gag. But first, I brought them 
to my face, covering my face with them, smelling that 
glorious scent of woman. It made my cock even harder. 
She didn't fight me, didn't struggle at all.

 Karen definitely didn't have Amanda's back bone. She 
hadn't said much so far, just whimpered and cringed as 
the knife played over her. But I knew that she would 
find her voice soon enough. I pounded on the back of 
the cab to let Johnson know to start driving. The noise 
of the vehicle would drown out most of the sounds she 
made. As the truck moved out, I left her for a moment 
to pull down the canvas at the rear of the cargo 
compartment so no one would see us. That left us in 
almost total darkness. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled 
then down to let my erect cock free. 

I pressed my self against Karen's back, letting my cock 
rest against her bare ass-cheeks. She jerked when my 
cock touched her- like it had burned her skin. I 
wrapped one arm around her again, resting the knife 
against one of her fear erect nipples, toying with it 
with the tip of my knife. I let the other hand roam 
over her bare skin, feeling her flat stomach, the 
weight of her other breast, the fine hairs between her 
legs. 

Karen flinched every time I touched her, her body 
shaking in fear. I could smell that fear in the sweat 
pouting off her now. I put my lips next to her delicate 
ear and whispered to her about how beautiful she was as 
I inhaled her scents- the cold sweat of her fear, her 
day old perfume, and the flower scent of her hair. But, 
business before pleasure. 

With the tip of my knife bending her nipple back- and 
my cock hard against her ass- I began to ask her some 
questions. I ask her why she had come, who she had 
talked to about her trip, what did she know about 
Amanda and me. She wasn't very coherent initially. She 
just kept begging me not to hurt her. But I was 
persistent. I kept asking the same questions there in 
the total darkness, whispering them into her ear in a 
lover's voice as my knife pricked her nipple. 
Eventually, the terrorized girl's answers began to make 
sense.

I learned that she didn't suspect anything. The thought 
that her " I'm in charge here" big sister could ever be 
in trouble that she couldn't handle never crossed her 
mind. She said that she hadn't told anyone about her 
trip. That she had been at home on her thirty days 
leave after her basic officer training and before 
reporting to her first duty station and just decided to 
come on a whim. At first, I didn't believe her. 

I figured that she must have at least told her father 
even if he hadn't sent her. I put the tip of my knife 
under that nipple and twisted it a little. Just enough 
to draw a little blood as I whispered into her ear that 
she was lying to me. That I'd cut her nipple off if she 
didn't tell the truth. She was crying and swearing that 
she was telling me the truth. Then she blurted out that 
she had come to Korea to face up to her big sister. To 
Amanda. And to put her out of her life. 

From there, it all spilled out, her whole sorry life 
story starting with the third grade. How all she had 
ever heard when she was growing up was how great Amanda 
was. And how she had been expected to be the over 
achiever that Amanda was in school and in sports. I 
heard how she had spent her whole life trying to live 
up to other people's expectations of her, expectations 
that she was just like Amanda. And not quite making it! 

Now she just couldn't do it any longer. The visit home 
had been the last straw. She told me she hated the 
Army; that she was a terrible officer. But when she got 
home and told her father this, he won't listen to her. 
He still wanted her to be a career officer like he had 
been and Amanda was. He kept asking her, "Why can't you 
be more like Amanda?" -just like he had all her life 
She stormed out of the house and to a motel. A day of 
crying and a bottle of liquor later, she had decided to 
fly to Korea and have it out once and for all with the 
sister who had dominated her life.

I had to laugh. She had finally decided to have a life 
of her own, finally gets the nerve to face up to her 
sister, and she runs into me. This girl- and she was a 
girl, not a woman like Amanda- had no luck at all! But 
it was great for me; I was home free! No one would come 
looking for her. I'd heard all I needed from Karen. 

It was time to gag her and get on with the fun part of 
my plan. I used her own panties to gag her, forcing 
them into her mouth and tying them there with a lace 
from her shoes. I hoped she enjoyed the womanly taste 
of the panties she had worn for the last 10-12 hours as 
much as I had enjoyed their smell. I put up the knife. 
I wanted both hands free. In her kneeling position 
pressed up against the spare tire there was only one 
hole available- her asshole. Luckily it was the one I 
wanted. 

I spit on one hand and used those fingers to penetrate 
her asshole. God, she was tight. It was a struggle to 
get first one, then two, and finally three of my 
fingers past her sphincter and into the hot ass-chute 
beyond. She was screaming into her gag now and shaking 
her head "no," as if that made any difference to me. I 
kept my lips close to her ear, against her sweet 
smelling hair so I could whisper into her ear. I told 
her how this was the way I took her sister and about 
how much Amanda enjoyed taking it up her ass. I told 
her a lot about the things Amanda and I did. I don't 
think she believed them then, but she would later.

There in the darkness, in the back of the moving truck, 
I sodomized Karen for the first time in her young life. 
God, she was tight. I spread her ass-cheeks with my 
hands and wedged my cock against her. I had to use one 
hand to get myself started inside her asshole. Once I 
had wedged the head inside her, I grabbed both her 
breasts and rode her hard. She bucked like a bronco, 
trying to get away from my cock. But there was no where 
to go. I'd get a little further inside her ass-chute 
with each of her bucks. 

It was like being inside a vice inside an oven - hotter 
and tighter than anything I've ever felt. Tighter than 
Amanda was that first night. A lot tighter than she'd 
been for a long time. I held her against me, using her 
breasts as handles, forcing her back against my larger 
body. As I fucked her I rolled her nubs- they were 
already erect- between my fingers and thumb as I 
squeezed and pulled on the rest of her breast meat. 

She threw her head back and howled into her gag as I 
rode her, her strong body fighting me every inch of the 
way. I was using my cock like a battering ram, to 
impale her, to tear her open. To reach a part of her no 
one had ever possessed before and mark it as mine. She 
struggled as long as she could, not giving up until I 
had penetrated her to her depths, until my cock had 
buried it's self to the balls inside her ass.

Through it all I was whispering in to her ear, telling 
her how good it felt inside her, how hot she was, and 
how tight. I told her how I had taken Amanda in just 
this way, raping her ass as she bucked and screamed 
underneath me. I told her how her ass felt even 
tighter, even better, than her sister's. And I ask her 
how it felt to finally be better at something than 
Amanda.

Once I was all the way in, I stopped to enjoy the 
feeling of her heat and way her ass-chute gripped me- 
hard like a hand trying to crush my cock. It was then 
that she stopped fighting me, stopped bucking. She put 
her head down. I could feel her body relax in my grip. 
It was as if she had given up, had surrendered to my 
superior force. 

I began to ride her again. Gentler this time, slowly 
building the force of my cock thrusts, using my cock 
like a cock instead of like a battering ram. Her body 
moved with mine, limp in my arms, as I sodomized her. I 
used one hand to turn her face toward mine so that her 
cheek was against my face. As my cock moved inside her, 
I licked her soft cheeks, tasting the salt in her tears 
and her sweat. In the darkness I could not see her, nor 
could she see me. It was purely the feel of her body 
against mine, the smell of sex. and the warmth of our 
two bodies- like fucking must be for a blind man. I 
rode her for what seemed to be hours there in the 
darkness. 

I lost all track of time. With each thrust I made into 
her, her body becoming limper and limper in my arms 
until she became like a puppet controlled by my cock, 
moving this way and that in response to my movements. 
She didn't resist me any more; she moved with me, 
letting me control her, use her, as I wished. I don't 
know exactly when I came inside her asshole. My cock 
stayed hard enough to keep fucking even after I had 
filled her with my cum. I could feel it against my 
cock, running down the sides; it's wetness making her 
passage slick and keeping me going even longer. 

As my cock softened, I stopped fucking and just soaked, 
enjoying the heat and wetness of her ass-chute. I could 
have stayed inside her forever if only my cock had held 
out. In my frustration, I chewed on Karen's neck, 
biting hard enough to draw blood. I am not sure, but I 
think she came when I bit her. Or maybe, the bite just 
surprised her. I have started wondering about that a 
lot lately during those long Kansas nights.

But I didn't have much time to think about it then. The 
driver pulled over the truck to tell me we were getting 
near the ferry that would take us to the island. And 
there were always Korean police at the ferry. So I 
checked Karen's gag and the handcuffs, and tied her 
feet together. I stayed back there with her to make 
sure she kept quiet as we used the ferry She didn't 
make a sound, just lay slumped against the tire, 
motionless. I was quiet too, thinking about all she had 
told me. As I looked for the angle here, a new plan 
formed in my mind, one that built on my original idea. 
I had the driver drop us off near the showers and then 
tell "Mistress" Rhee I was back... I cleaned Karen up a 
little there, washed the tears and sweat off her face. 

I wiped off her body, but left the cum, blood, and 
traces of shit on her ass-cheeks and upper thighs as a 
memento of my butt fucking. It was also a useful little 
reminder to Karen of her new statue as my whore. When 
Mistress Rhee appeared, I had her put Karen's makeup 
on. Like I told Karen, I wanted her to look her best 
when she saw her sister. Then I re-cuffed her with her 
hands behind her back. I left on her light summer 
uniform blouse with its lieutenant's epaulets- and left 
it open to expose her breasts- but stripped her of her 
pants and pantyhose, exposing those long smooth 
swimmer's legs and that nice red vee between them. 

I left her shoes. She was pretty passive as I washed 
and dressed her, not resisting, but not doing anything 
for herself. It was like she was in a state of shock. 
Not surprising considering. I also made her take a 
couple of short puffs from Amanda's opium pipe. A 
little something to loosen her up for the night's work. 
Then I put a gag in her mouth, one Mistress Rhee had 
made for Amanda. The little Korean whore was really 
getting into this "Mistress" bit. It consisted of a 
leather strap which buckled around the head to hold a 
cock-like piece of soft wood about 4 inches long in the 
mouth. I could see it already had Amanda's teeth marks 
on the base. 

Thorough it all, Karen let us handle her body without a 
struggle or even a word of protest. Only when I told 
her that I was going to take her to see Amanda did she 
show a real response. That got her attention. I could 
see the hope appear in her eyes. She thought it was 
over. She thought that her big sister was going to save 
her now from the big, bad sergeant! But right behind 
that glimmer of hope, I could see the dread in her eyes 
at the thought of her big sister Amanda seeing her 
looking like this- naked except for her uniform blouse, 
her face made up like a whore's, and the evidence of my 
earlier sodomy still leaking out of her asshole.


Chapter 6


I left Mistress Rhee there with Karen as I went to the 
club to explain that I had something "special" for that 
night and to explain the ground rules- stay away from 
Karen- to my eager assholes. Then I went back to the 
showers and stayed with Karen a few minutes while 
Mistress Rhee took Amanda to the club and got her 
started. As I lead a shaky Karen through the darkness 
across the compound to the club, I told her that she 
was going to get a chance to see her sister in action, 
on duty so to speak. 

I suspect she must have wondered what duty her sister 
could be performing at that late hour in the dingy 
corrugated metal building we were approaching. But she 
kept her thoughts to herself; which come to think of 
it, is the reason you gag a woman. I opened the door 
and thrust her through; she didn't seem too anxious to 
go into what looked like a very seedy bar even if her 
sister was inside. Though familiar enough to me, it 
still took me a minute to adjust my eyes to the dim 
lights, the shouting of the men, and the thick smoke. 
It must have taken Karen longer. 

I watched her as she looked frantically for her sister 
Amanda. I watched as her eyes were drawn to the 
brightly lit stage, to the nude female form kneeling 
there, her arms tightly bound behind her back by ropes 
which encircled her entire torso. The bound, kneeling 
woman had on a blindfold, making her face hard to 
recognize. But there was no mistaking the short, hair, 
the strong, if no longer tanned body with it's 
voluptuous breasts, or the shiny golden major's leaf 
impaling the woman's right breast. 

Still Karen shook her head, refusing to admit to 
herself that the captive woman in front of her was her 
big sister Amanda. But then, I don't think she had ever 
seen Amanda, nude, on her knees in front of a man, her 
face spotted with man cum -looking every inch the slut- 
until now. Hard to see the proud, professional looking 
Major Thompson in the degraded, whorish creature in the 
spotlight. I'd left Amanda's outfit up to Mistress 
Rhee, and she had come through. 

Amanda looked like she had been dressed by Frederick's 
of Korea, wearing just a pair of open crotch fishnet 
stockings and some very high heels. The rest of her 
body nude, shiny in the lights from her sweat. Around 
Amanda's neck was a dog collar. Standing behind her 
holding the leash attached to that collar was Mistress 
Rhee in her best whore's cheap, very short, very tight 
dress and - instead of her usual cheap plastic shoes- a 
pair of shiny black vinyl boots reaching up to her 
knees. 

Another Frederick's of Korea creation, I guess. In her 
hand was a folded belt which she was using on Amanda's 
bare breasts! She used the leash to force the kneeling 
Amanda to arch her back, making Amanda's breasts thrust 
forward invitingly- if involuntarily. It looked as if 
Amanda was offering her breasts to Mistress Rhee for 
her punishment. Already, Amanda's full, meaty breasts 
were covered with long, angry welts from Mistress 
Rhee's belt. As we watched, Mistress Rhee gave her 
another stroke, lashing the leather belt across 
Amanda's pointy, pain hardened nipples as well as the 
solid flesh of her jutting breasts.

I hadn't given Amanda her usual drugs tonight. And we'd 
been cutting back on Amanda's ration of opium for the 
last two days, leaving her on the edges of DT's. She 
was desperate- wild animal in a trap desperate. Now 
that animal like desperation came through in the way 
she moved her body on the stage. Instead of her usual 
semi-stupor, she was alert, searching for her 
opportunity. 

She wanted her drugs and would do anything- no matter 
how humiliating- for them. But to Karen, it just looked 
like her sister, the sister to whom she had felt 
inferior to all her life, was a world class slut 
desperate not just for sex but for the most degrading 
sex. And that was what Amanda was getting. Promoted by 
another blow to her breasts by Mistress Rhee's belt, 
she was now begging the unseen man in front of her to 
let her suck his cock!

"AAUGHEE... I'm sorry Mistress. Please Sir, let me lick 
your cock... I want to lick your cock. I want your 
cum... I'll be a good whore..."

With every curve and muscle of her big body highlighted 
by the spotlight, Amanda leaned well forward, letting 
the man guide her open mouth onto his cock. She sucked 
it like she was dying of thirst and his cum was the 
only thing to drink. Amanda moved like the pro she had 
become, swallowing his cock to the balls with each bob 
of her head. 

Mistress Rhee gave the grinning man Amanda's leash, 
using her now free hand to caress Amanda's cunt, 
masturbating the larger woman with two teasing fingers 
as she continued to use the belt on Amanda's hanging 
breasts while Amanda frantically sucked on the cock in 
her mouth. The man was getting close. Karen and I 
watched as he used the leash to hold her head still so 
that he could face fuck her- hard! 

I could feel Karen stiffen beside me as she finally 
admitted to herself that this whore was her sister 
Amanda. And that Amanda wasn't going to be saving her 
any time soon. I suspect she also begin to think about 
the men in the audience who were looking at her and 
what they might be thinking. I moved behind her, 
holding her against me and running my hands inside her 
open shirt to caresses her soft, warm breasts. I held 
her close as I whispered into her ear all the things I 
wanted her to hear, my warm breath and the hypnotic 
drone of my voice filling her ear. I'm not sure what I 
told her. 

I remember I told her things like I was her only 
protection; that if she didn't do what I wanted, she 
would be the one on her knees on that stage, and it 
would be her own fault. Like what she saw in front of 
her was Amanda's own fault... I told her that her 
sister wasn't going to help her; that it was her sister 
who had got her into this. That her sister was a fraud, 
that she was a lying slut just pretending to be so 
perfect. 

Again and again, I repeated some of the stuff she had 
told me when she was spilling her guts to me in the 
truck. Reminding her how her sister had ruined her 
life, and how she need to pay Amanda back for that. It 
wasn't a hard sell, especially with the opium in her. 
And I was telling her things she wanted to hear. 

As I spoke, Karen watched Amanda suck one man to 
completion, swallowing every drop of his cum under her 
pint sized Mistress's urging. Then her Mistress made 
Amanda crawl on her knees to the next table, all the 
while slapping Amanda's buttcheeks with the belt. When 
she got to the table, she ordered Amanda to sit up and 
bark for her supper like the bitch that she was, 
emphasizing her command by snapping the tip of the belt 
between Amanda's legs to strike her red swollen cunt 
lips. 

Amanda did just as she commanded, sitting back with her 
buttocks on her feet and barking like a dog in front of 
the laughing, drunken audience of men- men who had once 
been her subordinates. That man stood up and turned 
around, dropping his pants to presented his bare butt 
to the blindfolded Amanda. When Mistress Rhee told 
Amanda that it was time to eat shit, Amanda didn't 
hesitate. She just replied, "Yes, Mistress, thank you 
Mistress," and went to work. 

Amanda was spared knowing that the asshole she was 
licking belonged to the club's fat, greasy Korean cook, 
but Karen was not. She watched her sister eat that 
man's asshole, pressing her face into the crack of his 
ass with apparent enthusiasm. I could feel Karen's body 
shake with her revulsion at the sight of this. She 
would have been screaming her disgust at her sister but 
for the gag filling her mouth. 

I kept whispering in her ear about her lying sister as 
I walked her unwilling body into the light until she 
was standing beside her sister, who -blindfolded and 
unaware of her sister's presence -continued her 
degrading task of licking the Korean's asshole. I let 
her watch Amanda's tongue at work for a minute. Then I 
gestured the cook out of the way and spun Karen into 
his place, pushing her recently fucked asshole against 
Amanda's mouth. 

When Amanda's tongue hit her asshole, Karen would have 
jumped six feet but for my weight holding her back. I 
held her there as Amanda obediently cleaned the cum, 
the blood, and the traces of shit off Karen's ass with 
her tongue. I stared into Karen's big blue eyes as her 
sister licked her asshole and watched the foundations 
of Karen's world crumble. Her sister disgusted her! 
Amanda was a Whore!

I pulled Karen, all nice and clean now as well as 
totally disgusted, away from Amanda- who never even 
knew she was there- and let the cook have Amanda's 
mouth again. This time for his cock. Karen watched 
Amanda suck that shriveled worm of a cock to erection 
and then continue, totally repulsed by the sheer 
slutiness of her sister's actions but unable to tear 
her eyes from the sight. I figured now was my moment. 

I un-cuffed Karen and gave her Rhee's belt. Then I told 
her to punish Amanda for everything that her sister had 
done to her. I didn't even threaten Karen if she didn't 
obey. I didn't need to. Karen laid into Amanda's ass 
like an avenging angle. Raising that belt above here 
head, she used it as hard as she could on her sister's 
full buttocks. 

With each stroke, Karen left a muddy red stripe across 
the tanned flesh. As she beat her sister's ass, Karen 
was screaming incoherently into her gag. I unbuckled it 
for her. Now She was flaying Amanda with her tongue as 
well as with the belt, alternating blows with insults.

"WHORE! SLUT! YOU LIED! IF FATHER SAW YOU NOW HE'D KNOW 
THEN, YOU WHORE! HOW COULD YOU? YOU BITCH! LIAR! YOU 
PRETENDED YOU WERE SO GOOD... WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE 
LIKE AMANDA... BE LIKE YOU SLUT? YOU DISGUST ME, YOU 
WHORE!"

Ah! I love it when a plan comes together!

At first Amanda just kept on sucking the cook's cock. 
Mistress Rhee's training was apparently first rate, not 
to mention that Amanda had lately developed a very high 
tolerance for pain. But eventually, Karen's screams 
penetrated even her cock focused mind. She stopped 
sucking cock. Still blindfolded, she could not see who 
was screaming at her. 

She tired to rise, but Mistress Rhee and I held her 
down. She could only add her screams to her sister's, 
calling out "Karen?" as her sister whipped her ass 
until it was a beet red, all the while screaming, 
"WHORE!" and "SLUT!" at her. And at the same time, the 
cook was beating off right in front of Amanda's face, 
eventually spurting his mass of white cum all over her 
upturned, searching face. Between the two sisters 
screaming at each other and the shouts of the drunken 
men, my head started to throb, like I'd sat too close 
to the speakers at a nightclub.

I screamed out "ENOUGH!" and grabbed the belt. 
Unbelievably, Karen fought me for possession of that 
belt. She wanted to keep beating her sister's ass until 
it was bloody! I had to slap her hard before I could 
jerk the belt away from Karen. That left her standing 
there dazed and confused, looking like a kid caught red 
handed doing what she shouldn't have been doing, 
wondering perhaps if this was real or some kind of 
Freudian nightmare. 

I called a couple of men from the crowd to help me. I 
was just winging it now; I had no idea what I was going 
to do until I did it. I had them stand Amanda up. I 
grabbed a table and pulled it into the lights, jamming 
it hard against the wall to steady it. As the two 
grinning men held Amanda, I stripped off my shirt and 
unzipped my pants to get at my aching cock. 

I wanted to feel her back against my naked chest as I 
raped her ass just as I had raped her sister's earlier. 
Her asshole was loose from the countless number of 
times Amanda had been sodomized lately, so I had no 
trouble entering her as she stood there, her strong 
legs apart, her arms held by the two men. I leaned 
back, supporting my weight on the table and wrapping my 
arms around Amanda in a bear hug, pressing her sweaty, 
strong body against my bare chest. 

I told the two men to spread her legs as far as they 
would go. This made her virtually sit on my cock, her 
weight easily driving it deep inside her warm, loose 
channel. Her bruised butt rested on my lap. I could 
feel the results of the whipping she had received in 
the hot skin pressing against mine. I called on 
Mistress Rhee to fist fuck Amanda as I fucked her 
asshole. But as the little Korean knelt to go to work, 
I changed my mind and stopped her. I told her to use 
two fists, her fist and Karen's. She looked at me for 
moment as she tried to understand the words before she 
realized what I wanted. When she did, she gave me a 
big, evil, shit eating grin to match my own and went to 
work.

She grabbed Karen's left hand in her right hand and 
pulled her to her knees along with her between the 
fishnet encased legs of the blindfolded Amanda. That 
let Karen get a good look at her sister's cunt for the 
first time, nicely framed by the crotchless fishnet. 

She saw a pair of red swollen cunt lips still dripping 
man cum from an earlier fuck- the cunt of a ten dollar 
whore on payday. Mistress Rhee intertwined her fingers 
with Karen's to form one huge fist consisting of both 
her right hand and Karen's left hand. Then she put that 
super fist at the opening to Amanda's cunt. Karen 
didn't fight her actions. She went along passively, but 
she went along. That was good enough for me. 

Together the two women's joined fist pressed against 
Amanda's vulva. The fist disappeared past the cunt lips 
and out of my sight, into Amanda. I could feel her body 
tighten as their fists began to penetrate her. I didn't 
want Amanda to miss this, to miss seeing her own sister 
join with a Korean whore to fist fuck her. I pulled 
Amanda's blindfold off, letting her for the first time 
see for herself that it really was her sister Karen who 
had whipped and abused her.

Her anguished "KAREN... NO!" turned into a scream as 
their combined fists pushed its way through her 
vagina's opening and into her body. I could feel the 
fist now, a pressure against the base of my cock. I 
held onto Amanda tightly as she began to fight the fist 
impaling her. 

It took everything I had plus the strength of the two 
men holding her legs to keep her under control as that 
giant fist impaled her, as the two handed fist of Karen 
and Rhee slowly penetrated into Amanda's cunt hole. It 
must have been like giving birth- in reverse! I could 
feel its progress through the thin membrane of skin 
separating my cock form their fists as it slowly, 
steadily forced its way deeper into Amanda. That big 
fist was pressing against the underside of my cock as 
it filled Amanda, trying to crush my hard cock as it 
filled Amanda. As it moved inside her, Amanda began to 
find her voice again between the screams, the tears, 
and the grunts.

"UGHE! AHEE! KAREN... UGHEEE! NO! PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE 
OF GOD... NO... IT'S... TOO BIG... YOU'RE KILLING ME!"

While she was screaming and crying, I was screaming at 
Karen too, telling her that her sister fucked her, now 
it was Karen's turn to fuck her sister. The men had 
surrounded the two women. They were chanting " Fuck 
her, Fuck her" and stomping their feet in time with the 
chant. It was like some like some African war chant, 
low and mean. I could see it scared the shit out of 
Amanda. I don't think Karen even noticed. She had 
become so intent on raping her sister. Now she was 
chanting alone with the rest of us, but soft like.

"Fuck you AMANDA... fuck you... fuck you AMANDA... fuck 
you!"

The two fist were in Amanda half way up to their 
elbows. Mistress Rhee started punching into Amanda with 
their joined fists, drawing back a few inches and then 
punching forward as if they would batter their way 
through Amanda's cervix and rip out her heart. I could 
see Karen pick up the rhythm. 

They were both punching into Amanda's womb as hard was 
they could. The sensation felt great on my cock; it was 
as if I was getting a hand job as I raped her asshole! 
The pressure from the fist moved along the sensitive 
underside of my cock as her body convulsed with each 
punch. Each time she spasmed it felt as if Amanda's 
asshole was a hot, wet hand squeezing my cock. I didn't 
move at all; I just let that big fist masturbate my 
cock.

I watched Karen over Amanda's shoulder, her face framed 
between Amanda's wobbling breasts. She had a fixed grin 
on her face as she punched into her sister's pussy like 
this was the most fun she'd had all week. Really weird. 
I guess Mistress Rhee thought so too. She was looking 
at Karen kind of funny over her shoulder. 

Then Rhee just sort of slid back, pulling her hand out 
of Amanda without breaking rhythm, leaving Karen alone 
inside Amanda's cunt. Karen never noticed her 
departure. She just kept punching her fist into 
Amanda's cunt. Chanting her " FUCK YOU AMANDA" as she 
punched in and out... The force and speed of her 
punches increased now that she was on her own. It was 
like she wanted to punish her sister for twenty years 
of unhappiness in five minutes of pussy punching. And I 
guess she did a pretty good job of it! 

Amanda had gone from bucking and fighting to limp as a 
dishrag by now. The two men had let go of her feet, 
leaving her hanging in my arms, her big sweaty body 
jerking with every one of her sister's pussy punches, 
her breasts wobbling like jello. Amanda had stopped 
screaming and was just moaning, a low constant moan 
like her body had over-loaded her mind so that nothing 
came out of her mouth but static. 

I could feel her body shake with each thrust of Karen's 
fist. And between the thrusts, I could feel her body 
spasm like she was cumming, cumming from being fisted 
by her own sister! I wasn't in much better shape. My 
cock was throbbing. It was so hard it hurt. I wasn't 
going to last much longer. It felt too good, like I was 
getting a hand job and ass fucking her all at once. 

The men were still surrounding us, still chanting, some 
beating off as they watched with their cum shooting on 
to Amanda's nude body, others holding their cum for 
later. I held on as long as I could. When I came, it 
felt like and explosion. I did see stars for just a 
second. Karen kept punching against Amanda's womb after 
I came, keeping me half hard enough to enjoy the 
periodic spasms of Amanda's limp, sweat slick body as 
my cock soaked in the warm, sperm filled chamber of her 
asshole. It was as close as I have come to complete and 
absolute bliss. And it lasted for all of 30 seconds. 
Story of my life.


Chapter 7


I was satisfied now, but it struck me that Karen hadn't 
had a chance to cum yet. After the pleasure I had 
raping her asshole, it seemed only polite that I give 
her a cum in return. I certainly wasn't in any shape to 
do it right then however. And I didn't want to share 
her with the other men- or Rhee- just yet. So that left 
Amanda. I slipped out of Amanda's ass and let her limp 
body lay back on the table. 

Even now, Karen was still pussy punching her. I had to 
pull her off Amanda. I grabbed the hand that had been 
inside Amanda. It was covered with a scum of pussy 
juice, blood, and man cum. Karen did not resist as I 
placed her hand against Amanda's mouth. I had to twist 
Amanda's nipples to get her attention though; she was 
still lost in the passion of Karen's fisting of her 
cunt. Once awake and reminded of the drugs to come, 
Amanda performed beautifully. 

She licked her little sister scum covered hand clean, 
like a kid licking the spoon used to stir the cake 
batter. Her tongue darted out to captured each precious 
drop of her own cum and blood flavored pussy juices- 
the drippings of her own cunt- which covered Karen's 
hand and forearm. 

Karen passively let me hold her hand to her sister's 
mouth; the expression on her face was stony, an 
expression of contempt. She watched her sister lick her 
hand and uttered only one word- " WHORE!" Amanda 
flinched as if Karen had struck her. Karen's expression 
of contempt stayed on her face even as I lifted her on 
to the table and had her mount her sister's face. I ran 
a finger over her cunt before I shoved it down on 
Amanda's tear streaked face. It was wet- just like 
Amanda's. "Matching creaming cunts from sister sluts." 

That's what I whispered into Karen's ear as I pressed 
her cunt down hard onto her sister's face. Then it was 
Karen's turn to flinch. I used one hand to twist 
Amanda's nipple to encourage her to get to work on her 
sister's cunt as I used the other hand to support Karen 
as she straddled her sister's face. 

Amanda responded to the pain from her nipples by going 
to work on her sister's dripping cunt. Amanda responded 
well to pain by now. It was our main medium of 
communication. I could hear the little wet sounds from 
Amanda's mouth between the shouts and cheers of the men 
waiting to rape Amanda. Of course, by this time, 
Amanda's cunt or asshole- I didn't see or care which- 
was back in play. There was already a scrawny PFC in-
between Amanda's legs, plowing into her with all his 
might even as she started to eat out her sister. And a 
line forming behind him. 

Karen got to watch - and have her sister lick her cunt- 
as man after man raped Amanda's strong, nude body, 
brutally used Amanda's two fucked out holes to relieve 
themselves in while they used her breasts as hand 
holds. Karen watched in fascination as man after man 
used her sister, their faces either blank as they 
concentrated on the feeling of their cocks moving 
inside Amanda or grinningly lecherous as they stared at 
Karen and imagined that it was her on the end of their 
cock... 

I took my hand from Amanda's breasts then and used it 
to move Karen's hips back and forth on Amanda's face. 
Quickly, Karen picked up on the motion and began to 
ride her sister's face on her own. I whispered into 
Karen's ear as she sat atop Amanda, telling her to use 
her sister's face, to use Amanda like the slut that she 
was. I also told her not to cum until I gave her 
permission, and emphasized my words by brushing back 
her uniform blouse and giving her right nipple a 
vicious twist. I continued to hold Karen's arms as she 
rode her sister's face, not to keep her there but to 
keep her form falling off as her sister's tongue gave 
her such pleasure that Karen's back bone seemed to melt 
away. 

I held Karen's slender, sweat covered body erect, 
watching her ride Amanda's face. Every time I saw Karen 
start to break her rhythm in anticipation of cumming, I 
would twist her nipple again as I hissed in her ear, 
"NOT YET, BITCH!" to keep her from cumming. 

All the while she was still softly chanting, "Fuck you 
Amanda, fuck you Amanda," as she joined us in raping 
her own sister. I let her enjoy herself on top of 
Amanda until my shit stained cock began to show some 
signs of life again. Then I told her that she could 
cum. 

It didn't take her but a moment to bring herself off on 
Amanda's tongue, twisting her body and grinding her 
gushing cunt into Amanda's face. It was quite a show; I 
doubt that she ever had cum with such violence in her 
young life. Then I dragged her off of Amanda's face. 
She fought me too, fought to keep riding her slut 
sister's face to another cum! 

I had to give her a hard slap to bring her to heel. I 
pushed her down on to her knees there on the floor 
beside her sister, one hand holding her sweat drenched 
red hair in a death grip. I simply told her to "suck my 
dick" as I pressed my hard, shit stained cock against 
her soft face. 

She didn't fight me now. She wrapped her hands around 
me, using both hands to hold me as she kissed the hard, 
slimy cock. I watched as she stuck out her tongue and 
licked her own sister's shit off my cock, licking my 
cock like you lick the melting ice cream off the side 
of an ice cream cone. She wasn't very experienced, but 
I knew that would change. Just the sight of her 
flushed, eager face worshipping my cock and the wet 
feeling of her tongue moving over me were enough to 
make me want to shoot off. 

The feeling of her warm tongue running all over my 
cock- licking it and cleaning it of Amanda's shit and 
my own cum- felt so good that it made me shiver. I had 
to have her mouth! I grabbed her head in my hands and 
thrust my cock into her mouth. Karen screamed and 
squirmed against me. I filled her mouth with my cock 
despite her protest, taking her mouth as roughly as I 
had taken her asshole earlier in the same day. I used 
that mouth like a cunt, fucking it hard, uncaring of 
her cries. 

I pounded my hips against her lips, my cock reaching 
into and down her throat as she gagged and screamed 
around it. But then, her hands stopped beating vainly 
against my legs and reached around my body, gripping my 
butt-cheeks in both her hands as she hung on for dear 
life in what was to be the ride of her life. Harder and 
harder I fucked her face, ramming my cock over her soft 
wet tongue and down her hot throat, mindless of the 
pain from her teeth scrapping over my cock's length as 
I thrust it in and out of her mouth. 

I lasted a long time, I suppose. I could see her face 
turn redder and redder as she struggled to breath 
around my cock. But I didn't care. Fortunately for her, 
I came before she ran entirely out of air. I held her 
face against my cock hair as I came, forcing her to 
swallow her first load of my cum- the first of many 
loads to come. I could feel the surge of my cum leave 
my cock and shot down her throat. 

For the second and third blasts of my cum, I pulled 
back a bit to shot into her mouth instead of straight 
down her throat. I filled her mouth with my hot cum, 
more than before. Trickles of my cum appeared at the 
corners of her mouth as her cheeks ballooned out and 
her eyes bulged with her surprise. I throttled her with 
one hand as I filled her mouth, wrapping my hand around 
her tender throat to keep her from swallowing the rest 
of my cum. I had plans for that cum.

"Hold it bitch... Don't you swallow that cum!"

Still keeping a grip on her throat I lifted her up on 
her feet and then bent her over her sister as she lay 
on the table, Amanda's muscular body shaking from the 
force of the cocks fucking her, her mouth open, moaning 
in response to the cocks battering her strong body. I 
forced her face against Amanda's face- a face covered 
in Karen's cunt juices- and gave Karen a sharp goose in 
her no doubt still sore asshole as I told her,

"Now! Give your slut sister a big sloppy kiss! Show her 
how glad you are to see her. Let her taste the cock 
you've been sucking, taste your master's cock! Share my 
cum with your slut sister!"

The thick, white cum rolled out of Karen's open mouth 
to fall slowly into Amanda's open mouth. As the taste 
of my cum filled Amanda's mouth, she finally opened her 
eyes to stared into her sister's eyes. As Amanda 
mouthed the word "WHY?', I pressed Karen's face hard 
against Amanda's, holding it there as the rest of my 
cum flowed from Karen's mouth into her sister's.

I stood the two sister's up, side by side. They were 
quite a sight. Both stared back at us impassively, too 
exhausted and shell shocked to even worry about what 
was coming next, but each too ashamed to look the other 
in the face. Karen still had on her open uniform 
blouse, soaked with sweat and the men's cum by now. The 
rest of her body was nude, sweat covered but unsullied- 
except for the remnants of my cum around the corners of 
her mouth and her own cunt juices covering her crotch 
and upper legs. 

Amanda was totally nude except for the crotchless 
whore's hosiery and the gold major's leaf piercing her 
nipple. Her nude, sweat covered body was literally 
coated with man cum. There were globs of it covering 
her face, her sore, red breasts, her ass-cheeks and the 
tops of her thighs, her swollen, angry red cunt, and 
even her stomach. The vee of her pubic hair was white, 
matted with men's cum. 

I could see the cum rolling out of her open, red 
asshole. As she tottered on her high heels, I gave her 
reward, the one thing in this world she wanted more 
than anything else. Her opium. Then, as the men and 
Mistress Rhee gathered in a semi-circle around us, I 
gave Karen her reward. I had with me a second 
lieutenant's insignia of rank from Karen's luggage, a 
shiny, gold bar. In a parody of the pinning ceremony 
from that picture of Karen in Amanda's room, I called 
out:

"Attention to orders. In recognition of her whorish 
nature and perverse sexual desires, Karen Thompson is 
promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Slut and assigned 
duties commensurate with her nature. In other words 
men, say hello to our new whore! Miss Rhee, grab a hold 
of her arms."

As the men cheered and catcalled, I bent over and took 
Karen's right nipple in my mouth. I flicked it with my 
tongue and sucked on it with my lips unit the nipple 
became hard. I could taste her sweat- and her fear. 
Mistress Rhee stepped behind Karen and grabbed her 
elbows, holding her upright as her knees began to 
buckle. 

I held that nipple between my thumb and forefinger and 
pulled it out as far as it would go, turning her 
cupcake size breast into a cone. With my other hand, I 
slowly pushed the pin on the back of the gold second 
lieutenant's bar into and then through the tough, red 
nub of the nipple. When it came out the other side, I 
quickly locked the retaining pin over the end, securing 
it on Karen's breast. Now it was official. Karen was 
Lieutenant Slut just like her sister Amanda was Major 
Slut.

I slept that night with my newest fuck toy and left 
Amanda to sleep on the floor like a dog, her arms tied 
behind her back and the leash to her collar tied to the 
bed frame. Too exhausted to even dream, I just slept, 
my arms tightly wrapped around Karen. I awake the next 
morning to the feeling of her body stirring. Without 
thinking, forgetting that she was my captive and I her 
rapist, I began to make love to her. 

I took her gently- or at least as gently as I've ever 
taken a woman- and she responded in the same way. It 
was as if we were lovers. Looking back on that 
lovemaking, it was the strangest part of the whole 
story- how we made love there in front of the stunned 
Amanda. I've wondered about it a lot these last few 
years, and since I've got nothing if not time, done a 
lot of reading to try to figure it out. Psychology 
books mainly, the library is loaded with them for some 
reason. 

I suppose a psychiatrist would call it a classic 
example of the Stockholm Syndrome, where the captive 
begins to identify with his or her captor and tries to 
curry favor with them. Like the Jews who identified 
with and even imitated their Nazi captors. Maybe. Or 
maybe it was because of a deeper need in Karen's mind. 
What they call a conditioned response; in Karen's case, 
a response developed as a child, learning to submit to 
power. 

Maybe Karen desperately tried to please me because I 
represented power and authority within the bounds of 
that compound. Because I literally had the power of 
life and death over her and everyone else. That would 
explain why she submitted herself so totally to me. And 
why she treated her sister Amanda so cruelly. 

After all in Karen's mind, Amanda was one who had 
failed her- by seeming to be so strong but then proving 
herself to be weak by allowing herself to become 
nothing more than my slut. And that failure made Karen 
angry. No sooner had I let the Karen up to go to the 
bathroom after our lovemaking, than she spit in the 
disapproving face of her bound big sister and called 
her a "SLUT".

I hadn't expected Karen's cruelty to her sister. But I 
was ready to use it because I had learned from Miss 
Rhee to respect a woman's cruelty. I decided to 
experiment, to see if I could really trust Karen to 
dominate Amanda. I called Karen back. I suggested to 
Karen that instead of cleaning herself she should let 
her slut sister do the job for her. That suggestion was 
all the license she needed. I untied Amanda's leash and 
handed it to her. 

Karen sat down in a cushioned chair and pulled Amanda 
to her by the leash, forcing her sister to scramble 
forward on her knees. Karen pulled Amanda to her, until 
Amanda was squatting between Karen's spread legs. The 
traces of our fuck were apparent to Amanda on and 
between Karen's cunt lips, evidence all the more 
painful to Amanda because it was not there as a result 
of a forceful rape. To her mind, Karen had voluntarily 
fucked me, an act even more perverted to Amanda's mind 
than the whipping and forced sex to which Karen had 
subjected her last night. 

Amanda knew exactly what Karen planned. Karen was going 
to force her to lick her- Karen's- cunt clean of my 
cum, to force her own sister to pleasure her with her 
tongue. Amanda had done this many times with Miss Rhee, 
of course. But this was her own sister! Still, Amanda 
knew that there was no escape after she looked back 
over her shoulder and saw me pick up the belt from the 
table. 

I moved toward them, positioning myself beside Karen's 
chair where I had a good view of Amanda's face as she 
lowered it into her sister's wet cunt and began to 
lick. Karen pressed Amanda's face into her cunt with 
one hand while the other hand- the one still holding 
Amanda's leash- toyed with the second lieutenant's bar 
piercing Karen's nipple. 

I watched as Amanda unwillingly pleasured Karen. The 
only sounds in the room were the liquid sounds of 
Amanda's tongue at work on Karen's flesh, Karen's heavy 
breathing, and Karen's running commentary.

"Hmmm... yes, good slut... Amanda the slut... Amanda 
the whore... dirty Amanda, licking her little sister's 
cunt... Amanda the dyke... you like licking cunt, don't 
you Amanda... licking his cum out of my cunt... not so 
high and mighty now, eh bitch... does it taste good... 
hmm... his cum and my cunt... does it taste good to 
you, you dirty whore dyke... eat it, you filthy 
whore... just like you ate cum last night... Amanda the 
camp whore... Amanda the drug addict... the druggie 
whore who will do anything for a fix... right whore?... 
hmm... too bad your ex-husband couldn't see you now... 
does he know what a slut you are?... does he know how 
you like to eat pussy, whore?"

I was enjoying this immensely.

"...does he know how you like to fuck everything with 
pants... eh?... does he know how you like having men 
beat your ass as you lick their assholes... is that why 
he left you, slut?... cause you kept fucking all his 
friends... eat me good, whore!... maybe I'll piss in 
your mouth later... would you like that Major Slut, 
ma'm?... hmmm,... good... harder... harder slut!... eat 
me harder... or I'll shove a baseball bat up your dirty 
whore cunt... you whore... bitch slut... whore... God 
damn you, Amanda... eat me... harder... harder... 
harder you whore... ARRGHHEEE!"

Karen had passed her test with flying colors. I began 
to let her use Amanda more and more. I let her wash and 
clothe the bound Amanda; let her use Amanda for her own 
pleasures, let her punish Amanda. I even let her join 
in whipping Amanda around the pole for her PT. Which 
meant that I let Miss Rhee use Amanda less and less. 
That was mistake. Korean woman can be the queen bitches 
of the universe, especially when you take something 
away from them that they think is theirs. As Miss Rhee 
saw it, she was Amanda's lesbian lover and mistress. 

As she saw it, Amanda was her fuck toy. Now I was 
taking Amanda away from her by letting Karen use 
Amanda. She let me know that she won't take this. But I 
didn't take her protests too seriously. I thought of 
her as the club whore, nothing more. What, I figured, 
could she do? I was tired of her airs. I decided it was 
time to teach her a lesson. The next time she led 
Amanda into the club for her "session," I had a little 
surprise prepared for them both. Although she didn't 
know it, Miss Rhee was going to join Amanda that night. 

She fought like the devil, but her tiny body could do 
little against half a dozen men. They tied her down on 
a table face down and proceeded to strip her of her 
whore's dress. Then they raped her ass, man after man 
after man, as she hysterically screamed and cursed them 
in Korean. First I made Amanda watch- watch her little 
whore mistress being sodomized like the cheap whore she 
was. 

When some of the fire had gone out of Miss Rhee, I had 
Amanda join her on that table. I tied Amanda to the 
table face down just like Miss Rhee but facing in the 
opposite direction, with Amanda's face beside Miss 
Rhee's ass. Then I let the men have them both to punish 
them for their betrayal. I had the men take the two 
bound women one at a time. 

Two men would use Amanda's ass-hole and mouth; then the 
same two men would switch to Miss Rhee. The man who had 
been in Amanda's mouth would use Miss Rhee's asshole, 
and the man who had been in Amanda's ass would now put 
his shit covered cock into Miss Rhee's mouth. After a 
while, they would switch back, giving Amanda a taste of 
oriental ass-hole. 

I watched along with Karen, letting her use my quirt on 
the backs of the two women as I used Karen's asshole to 
satisfy myself. That went on forever, for man after 
man, all night. That I figured would teach them both 
Miss Rhee's place. I didn't see it then. But Miss Rhee 
was not broken. She was mad! Afterwards, she seemed as 
meek as a kitten. But she was boiling inside. She bided 
her time. Things still seemed to be going perfectly. 
But I was not paying attention; I was too taken up in 
watching Karen putting her bigger, stronger sister 
Amanda through her paces. 

One morning, I woke up to find Amanda and Miss Rhee 
were missing. Also missing was PFC Jonas and the 
Humvee. I don't know how- probably by using sex- but 
Miss Rhee had gotten him to take them out of the 
compound hidden in the back of the Humvee and across to 
the mainland. Amanda wouldn't have been a problem. She 
would have gone willingly with Miss Rhee. That last 
night in the club had created some kind of bond between 
them. 

I figured that they had to be headed for Soul. There 
isn't much else in Korea in the way of the big city. I 
should have run, been on the first plane out of Korea. 
But I just couldn't let her have Amanda. Amanda was 
mine! So, I tried to find the two of them in Seoul. I 
knew they could be in Etywan, the sex district of 
Seoul. 

How else could they survive except by Miss Rhee turning 
tricks or, more likely, by pimping Amanda to Koreans 
with a taste for American women. What I didn't count on 
was that some of the men lost their nerve when they saw 
Amanda was gone. As soon as I left the compound, they 
gave the whole thing up to our higher HQ. The MP's were 
waiting for me when I reached Seoul.

Initially, I figured I was headed for life if not 
hanging. At least I guessed they still hung military 
prisoners; they hadn't executed one since the fifties. 
The list of charges against me was two pages long: 
mutiny, rape, assault on a superior officer, 
misappropriation, conduct prejudicial to good order and 
discipline, drug dealing- virtually every crime in the 
UCMJ except abusing a public animal. 

I did know enough not to depend on the military lawyer 
they assigned me. I tapped my Caribbean bank accounts 
for a civilian lawyer- a very good one- from the 
states. It was well worth it. Seems the Army had 
several big problems in prosecuting me. First, Amanda 
was still missing, so she couldn't testify against me. 
Second, Karen was- bless her heart- still on my side. 
She wouldn't testify against me and was saying that 
everything was her sister's fault. That Amanda wanted 
to be raped by her own men. 

They quickly declared her incompetent- crazy as a 
bedbug by their lights- but knew that they couldn't 
keep her off the stand if my lawyer pressed it. Which 
he threatened to do if this went to trial. She was the 
only American witness who was not a co-conspirator. And 
they couldn't convict me solely on the testimony of my 
partners in crime, my fellow rapists- at least 
according to my attorney. There were no Korean 
witnesses. They had all disappeared. And third, the 
whole thing was an embarrassment to the Army. 

They wanted it all to quietly go away. So, I went from 
thinking about my last meal to bickering about a plea 
bargain. I held out for eight years. I figured I could 
do that much. Eventually, they gave in, and I got my 
plea bargain. That was seven years ago. It hasn't been 
so bad. You get a better class of felons at the 
military prison at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas than in 
civilian federal prisons. 

Oh, its not the country club prison where they sent the 
white collar crooks, but its OK. Aside from the 
occasional pederast, they're pretty much a decent group 
here as far as murders and thieves go. I 'm in the 
enlisted section. Even here in prison, they have 
separate areas for the officers and for the enlisted 
swine like me. I have a cell to myself. 

My neighbor used to be a Delta force commando before 
they caught him padding his expenses on undercover 
missions. Nice guy. We talk a lot. I've had a chance to 
do a lot of reading here, and I've learned how to use a 
computer. Part of my vocational training. Learned more 
about using a computer than the guards know, in fact. 
Which is how I am talking to you now. Very useful tool, 
the internet. Amazing what information you can find 
once you know how and have the time to search. I've 
located Karen. 

In fact, I know a lot about what she is doing and 
thinking these days. I've even broken into her computer 
and read her e-mail, the window to her soul. They - the 
Army-declared her cured four years ago and discharged 
her from their mental faculty. She has a new life as a 
civilian. But she hasn't forgotten me. She thinks about 
me almost every day judging from the entries in her 
computer.

It hasn't been as easy to find Amanda. She never 
reappeared. A couple of years ago, I found someone 
online who would- for a fee- trace Amanda and Miss 
Rhee. Again using the computer, I made funds available, 
drawing on the bank accounts they never found. It seems 
I was right. 

While she was in Seoul, Miss Rhee went into the 
business of pimping Amanda to wealthy Koreans who 
wanted a different experience, not just sex with a 
Western woman but whippings and bondage as well, all 
for a steep price. The collapse of the Korean economy a 
couple of years back put a crimp in her earnings, so 
like any smart multinational business Miss Rhee moved 
her operation to an even poorer third world country. 
She moved her assets- Amanda- to Thailand, where she 
apparently hoped to attract some of the Japanese who 
travel there to buy sex. Sadly, it didn't work out as 
she had planned. 

My source tells me that she had a falling out with her 
local "protection". Miss Rhee and Amanda are both now 
the property of a club owner in Bangkok. Amanda is 
reserved for the high payers on the exclusive top floor 
of the club, but Miss Rhee I am told is once again a 
common whore working the floor at this club, struggling 
to meet her daily quota of 20 paying customers in a 
twelve hour shift.

I'll be getting out in 10 months. I still have about 
$90,000 in the bank. I plan to use this money to look 
up old friends. First Karen in Minnesota. Then the two 
of us will take a trip to Thailand to look up two more 
old friends. Living- and life- is cheap in Thailand. I 
think I'll settle down there. Surrounded by my old 
friends.

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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