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MAJOR SLUT Part 1
by conwic@aol.com
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 Okinawia. 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
moonshiners 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 $36,000 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 choked 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.
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 need, 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, fuckpiece, a cumbucket. 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 CUMBUCKET!" 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 Cumbucket
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 bronc. You had to wear the bronco down,
ride em until they had nothing left to fight you with. When the bronc
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. Then 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 cumbucket. 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, Cumbucket!"
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, CUMBUCKET. Amanda
was ready to begin her new life.
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MAJOR SLUT: Part 2
by conwic@aol.com
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. Then 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. Then 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'd 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.
"Cumbucket" 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 Cumbucket,.... 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, saying: " I...I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY
ASS..PLEASE..FUCK MY ASS. .I BEG YOU .. I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!"
Then I ask 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 Cumbucket?"
"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, saying
"PLeaseee..Sir..May..May I have another?"
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 buttfucked 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 sametime. 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 world; 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 inbetween- 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 Cumbucket- 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."
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That ends my story for now. Oh, lots more happened after that. But
the rest- how I gave her to the Koreans, how I let Miss Rhee use her
in exchange for teaching her a few whore's tricks, and the problems I
had when her 18 year old daughter showed up unexpectantly for a visit-
will have to wait for another day. The dinner bell has rung; I have
to get to shakedown. It's meatloaf night, won't want to miss that!
THE END: for
now