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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
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