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Subject: "MAJOR SLUT" (M/F,nc,bond.,humil.,uncon.,military,drugs) Part 1
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MAJOR SLUT
Part 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
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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