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Subject: "MAJOR SLUT" (M/F,nc,bond.,humil.,uncon.,military,drugs) Part 2
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MAJOR SLUT
Part 2
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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