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Subject: "MAJOR SLUT" (m/f,nc,rape,bond.) Part 5
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MAJOR SLUT
Part 5
After I had emptied my cum onto Amanda, I climbed off her
bound body and staggered to a chair. Without emotion,
drained, I watched as Miss Rhee pulled her hands out of
Amanda and took my place on Amanda's face. She took
Amanda's face in her small cum covered hands and pulled
Amanda's face into her cunt. All I could hear were the
small liquid sounds of Amanda's lips and tongue working on
Miss Rhee's very wet cunt. And Miss Rhee's moans. I don't
know how long she rode Amanda's face. I watched Amanda
work to satisfy Miss Rhee, bringing her organism after
organism, the smell of two women in heat heavy in the air
in that small room. I loved the smell of pussy in the
night! I could feel it recharging my cock, getting me
ready for another shot at Amanda. There was no doubt in my
military mind that I had found the ultimate punishment for
Amanda. There was no one was cruel to a woman as another
woman. Miss Rhee definitely knew how to hurt Amanda in
ways I'd never suspect! And to make her cum while doing
it! But there was something about this which I didn't
like. Miss Rhee was just a bit too possessive of my slut.
Miss Rhee was going to need some sorting out. The thought
of doing that made my cock even harder.
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But before I had a chance to sort out Miss Rhee, a letter
from Amanda's younger sister came. That put such a scare
into me that I lost interest in either Amanda or Miss Rhee-
for the moment. All I could think about was whether or not
the sister suspected something. The letter worried me. It
was so damn mysterious with its:
I have to talk to you. I think you know why. I am flying
out to Korea space available. Since I'll be taking
whatever is going in that direction, I don't know exactly
when I'll get there or where I'll land. I'll call you when
I arrive. Karen
I knew a little about Amanda's family from the letters and
pictures I found in her room.. And from the ones she
received after she became my slut. Hard to open your mail
when your hands are tied, so I would read her mail to her.
I enjoyed reading those letters out loud to her as she lay
there on the floor at my feet, gagged and in a hog tie, her
eyes glaring at me as I read her little secrets aloud .
So, I already knew that Amanda had a younger sister named
Karen. I knew she was just out of college, so I guessed
she was 21 or 22. I even knew that she had joined the Army
too. There was a picture of her on Amanda's desk, all
nervous looking in her brand new Class A uniform as Amanda
pinned a second lieutenant's gold bar on her right
shoulder. On the other side of Karen was an older man,
hair white but still husky, pinning a bar on her other
shoulder. He, I found, was their father; his name was
Thor, if you can believe that. There was a family
resemblance all right; they were a healthy looking bunch,
typical Minnesota Swedes except for the dark hair. Karen
had the same cheek bones and wide mouth as Amanda. She was
almost as tall, the same sturdy build, and had some muscles
of her own judging by another picture Amanda had with Karen
in a victory pose with 3 other girls from her college swim
team. Nice body- long, strong legs, slender waist, and a
pair of breasts which almost matched Amanda's.. She was a
younger version of Amanda, though her shoulder length
reddish hair softened her look compared to Amanda's butch
cut. The hair and the lost puppy dog look in her eyes made
her look a lot different from the self confident ball
breaker her older sister had been. Softer definitely;
weaker maybe. In her picture, Karen seemed to be asking
you to like her. And afraid that you won't. Something
Amanda would never do. I couldn't quite put my finger on,
but it was there. The letters weren't any help. She wrote
once a week, regular as clockwork, but there was nothing
personal in any of Karen's letters, no sharing of secrets
with her big sis. They were more like reports to her
superior officer. I wished I 'd had some of Amanda's
letters to her, but I sure was going to have Amanda writing
letters to anyone. I figured that was the problem. That
little Karen must have become suspicious of the lack of
letters from Amanda. The big question was, who had she
told about this suspicion.
The rational thing to do was run. I had a pile of money in
that bank in the Caribbean by now. I could just disappear.
I knew that was what I should do, but I knew that I
wouldn't do it. I sweated about it for a day or so, then I
just didn't care anymore. I was going to play this thing
out, take it as far as it would go! By the time Karen's
phone call arrived a day later, I was looking forward to
introducing Karen to the new Amanda and was making plans
with Miss Rhee on how to do just that. The voice on the
phone didn't seem suspicious. I told her who I was and
that her sister was "tied up" at the moment and could not
come to the phone. Which was the truth; Amanda was tied up
at the moment- in a tight hog tie, her hands and feet tied
together to bend her nude body into a 'U" shape, a pair of
my used underwear held in her mouth by a bootlaces, tied so
that she was lying on her belly and breasts on the cold
concrete floor of our room. Karen said that she had just
arrived at the air base in Pusan and wanted to know what to
do next. I told her that Pusan wasn't far from the station
and that her sister would send the station's truck to pick
her up. I told her to just sit tight and someone would be
there in an hour or so. Then I alerted Miss Rhee- or
"Mistress" Rhee as I had Amanda addressing her now- to make
her preparation, grabbed Johnson to drive, and lit out in
the cargo Humvee.
It didn't take us but a little over an hour to get to the
Air Force base near Pusan. I sat there in the front seat,
sweating every minute of it. The guard at the gate just
waved us through. Now I really began to get nervous.
Suppose this was a trap? At the terminal building, I
looked around for men busy doing nothing before going in,
but saw no one. The area was deserted. It was the same
inside. I spotted a tall woman in the Army summer uniform
easily enough. I knew it had to be her; she looked so much
like a younger version of Amanda. The big difference was
the hair. Her's was a bit shorter now but still longer,
and redder, than Amanda's- framing her face and giving her
that soft, feminine look. God, she was beautiful! Not
proud beautiful like her sister, but prom queen beautiful.
But I could sense something in her just from looking at
her. Or rather the lack of something. Deep inside, I knew
that she had none of her sister's iron backbone.
" Lieutenant Thompson?"
" No, I'm Lieutenant Lutgren" She replied with a serious
expression. Then she smiled, and looked all of eighteen
with her " please like me smile". It last about a second
until she remembered she wasn't suppose to smile at the
enlisted swine and went back to her serious, officer face,
the one she must have learned from her sister. " Thompson
is my sister's married name. Are you from her unit?"
" Yes, Ma am. Sorry. Major Thompson..." It seemed
strange to be referring to Amanda as Major Thompson. If I
used her old rank at all, it was to call her Major Slut. "
Major Thompson sent me to pick you up. I'll get your
bags."
With that I grabbed her bags and started walking, all the
while waiting for the shouts, the running men with guns.
But they never appeared. She just stood there for a minute
with her mouth open, uncertain what to do; then she
followed me out to the Humvee. There were seats for three
in the front of the Humvee, but it was close. So close I
could smell her- the sweat and the perfume and the flower
like scent of her hair. So close that she couldn't help
but touch us every time the vehicle swayed. And I could
tell that made her uncomfortable. I had her in the middle.
She wanted to talk, even though that was next to impossible
with the noise of the diesel engine. But she went on and
on, almost shouting questions about Amanda, about Korea,
about the commo station. The driver ignored her. He just
concentrated on the road like I'd told him to do. I gave
her short answers, mostly grunts, which I could see were
making her uneasy. I didn't care. I was already thinking
about the next stage, about breaking her just as I had
broken her sister Amanda.
I didn't wait long to start my next stage either. As soon
as we hit an empty stretch of road, I had Johnson pull
over. I got Karen- I had already made the transition to
thinking of her as Karen, my slut, rather than as the
Lieutenant- to follow me to the cargo area of the Humvee.
I told her some bullshit about how I smelled something and
was afraid that a bottle of cleaning compound had broken
and was going to soak into her bags. She climbed into the
small canvas enclosed cargo area willingly enough.
Threaten a woman's clothes, and she'll do anything to save
them. But there was no cleaning compound, nothing back
there except her two bags. When she turned to tell me that
she didn't see anything wrong, I put the blade of my buck
knife up under her chin. She froze! I slapped a handcuff
on her left wrist and spun her around so she was facing the
front of the Humvee. Keeping the knife at her throat, I
ran the other cuff around a chain I'd secured to the spare
tire which was bolted to the back of the cab and snapped it
shut around Karen's right wrist. Then I forced her to her
knees and squatted on my knees behind her, my body pressing
her's into the tire, my knife still at her throat.
" Please don't hurt me." She managed to stammer. " I'll
do whatever you want"
I knew that she would. There was no fight in her, no
backbone. I could feel her eyes following the blade of my
knife as I brought it up to her face and moved it in a lazy
figure eight there. She followed it like it was a snake.
I could feel her body shake with her fear. Satisfied with
the impression I had made on her, I move the knife down her
body, using it to slowly cut the buttons off her light
green summer uniform blouse. I like the way she flinched
each time the knife's blade slipped between her and the
blouse. It must have felt cold as ice against her skin as
it touched her. When the blouse was hanging open, I
slipped the knife under her bra between her two soft, solid
breasts. I let her feel the sharp edge of the blade
against her skin as I slipped it in. That brought a whine
from her, and a little whispered "no". She gave a little
sob of relief when I turned the blade and used it to cut
the bra instead of her. Then I cut each shoulder strap and
pulled the whole bra off her, leaving her nude under her
open blouse. The uniform pants were next. I unbuttoned
them and forced them down to her knees. I used the knife
on her panties- light blue ones I remember. Not very
military. I cut each side of them and then pulled them
free from between her legs. I laid them on the tire in
case I needed them later for a gag. But first, I brought
them to my face, covering my face with them, smelling that
glorious scent of woman. It made my cock even harder. She
didn't fight me, didn't struggle at all. Karen definitely
didn't have Amanda's back bone. She hadn't said much so
far, just whimpered and cringed as the knife played over
her. But I knew that she would find her voice soon enough.
I pounded on the back of the cab to let Johnson know to
start driving. The noise of the vehicle would drown out
most of the sounds she made. As the truck moved out, I
left her for a moment to pull down the canvas at the rear
of the cargo compartment so no one would see us. That left
us in almost total darkness. I unbuttoned my pants and
pulled then down to let my erect cock free. I pressed my
self against Karen's back, letting my cock rest against her
bare asscheeks. She jerked when my cock touched her- like
it had burned her skin. I wrapped one arm around her
again, resting the knife against one of her fear erect
nipples, toying with it with the tip of my knife. I let
the other hand roam over her bare skin, feeling her flat
stomach, the weight of her other breast, the fine hairs
between her legs. Karen flinched every time I touched her,
her body shaking in fear. I could smell that fear in the
sweat pouting off her now. I put my lips next to her
delicate ear and whispered to her about how beautiful she
was as I inhaled her scents- the cold sweat of her fear,
her day old perfume, and the flower scent of her hair.
But, business before pleasure. With the tip of my knife
bending her nipple back- and my cock hard against her ass-
I began to ask her some questions. I ask her why she had
come, who she had talked to about her trip, what did she
know about Amanda and me. She wasn't very coherent
initially. She just kept begging me not to hurt her. But
I was persistent. I kept asking the same questions there
in the total darkness, whispering them into her ear in a
lover's voice as my knife pricked her nipple. Eventually,
the terrorized girl's answers began to make sense.
I learned that she didn't suspect anything. The thought
that her " I'm in charge here" big sister could ever be in
trouble that she couldn't handle never crossed her mind.
She said that she hadn't told anyone about her trip. That
she had been at home on her thirty days leave after her
basic officer training and before reporting to her first
duty station and just decided to come on a whim . At
first, I didn't believe her. I figured that she must have
at least told her father even if he hadn't sent her. I put
the tip of my knife under that nipple and twisted it a
little. Just enough to draw a little blood as I whispered
into her ear that she was lying to me. That I'd cut her
nipple off if she didn't tell the truth. She was crying
and swearing that she was telling me the truth. Then she
blurted out that she had come to Korea to face up to her
big sister. To Amanda. And to put her out of her life.
>From there, it all spilled out, her whole sorry life story
starting with the third grade. How all she had ever heard
when she was growing up was how great Amanda was. And how
she had been expected to be the over achiever that Amanda
was in school and in sports. I heard how she had spent her
whole life trying to live up to other people's expectations
of her, expectations that she was just like Amanda. And
not quite making it! Now she just couldn't do it any
longer. The visit home had been the last straw. She told
me she hated the Army; that she was a terrible officer.
But when she got home and told her father this, he won't
listen to her. He still wanted her to be a career officer
like he had been and Amanda was. He kept asking her, " Why
can't you be more like Amanda?" -just like he had all her
life She stormed out of the house and to a motel. A day of
crying and a bottle of liquor later, she had decided to fly
to Korea and have it out once and for all with the sister
who had dominated her life.
I had to laugh. She had finally decided to have a life of
her own, finally gets the nerve to face up to her sister,
and she runs into me. This girl- and she was a girl, not a
woman like Amanda- had no luck at all! But it was great
for me; I was home free! No one would come looking for
her. I'd heard all I needed from Karen. It was time to
gag her and get on with the fun part of my plan. I used
her own panties to gag her, forcing them into her mouth and
tying them there with a lace from her shoes. I hoped she
enjoyed the womanly taste of the panties she had worn for
the last 10-12 hours as much as I had enjoyed their smell.
I put up the knife. I wanted both hands free. In her
kneeling position pressed up against the spare tire there
was only one hole available- her asshole. Luckily it was
the one I wanted. I spit on one hand and used those
fingers to penetrate her asshole. God, she was tight. It
was a struggle to get first one, then two, and finally
three of my fingers past her sphincter and into the hot
asschute beyond. She was screaming into her gag now and
shaking her head "no", as if that made any difference to
me. I kept my lips close to her ear, against her sweet
smelling hair so I could whisper into her ear. I told her
how this was the way I took her sister and about how much
Amanda enjoyed taking it up her ass. I told her a lot
about the things Amanda and I did. I don't think she
believed them then, but she would later.
There in the darkness, in the back of the moving truck, I
sodomized Karen for the first time in her young life. God,
she was tight. I spread her asscheeks with my hands and
wedged my cock against her. I had to use one hand to get
myself started inside her asshole. Once I had wedged the
head inside her, I grabbed both her breasts and rode her
hard. She bucked like a bronco, trying to get away from my
cock. But there was no where to go. I'd get a little
further inside her asschute with each of her bucks. It was
like being inside a vice inside an oven - hotter and
tighter than anything I've ever felt. Tighter than Amanda
was that first night. A lot tighter than she'd been for a
long time. I held her against me, using her breasts as
handles, forcing her back against my larger body. As I
fucked her I rolled her nubs- they were already erect-
between my fingers and thumb as I squeezed and pulled on
the rest of her breast meat. She threw her head back and
howled into her gag as I rode her, her strong body fighting
me every inch of the way. I was using my cock like a
battering ram, to impale her, to tear her open. To reach a
part of her no one had ever possessed before and mark it as
mine. She struggled as long as she could, not giving up
until I had penetrated her to her depths, until my cock had
buried it's self to the balls inside her ass. Through it
all I was whispering in to her ear, telling her how good it
felt inside her , how hot she was, and how tight. I told
her how I had taken Amanda in just this way, raping her ass
as she bucked and screamed underneath me. I told her how
her ass felt even tighter, even better, than her sister's.
And I ask her how it felt to finally be better at something
than Amanda.
Once I was all the way in, I stopped to enjoy the feeling
of her heat and way her asschute gripped me- hard like a
hand trying to crush my cock. It was then that she stopped
fighting me, stopped bucking. She put her head down. I
could feel her body relax in my grip. It was as if she had
given up, had surrendered to my superior force. I began to
ride her again. Gentler this time, slowly building the
force of my cock thrusts, using my cock like a cock instead
of like a battering ram. Her body moved with mine, limp in
my arms, as I sodomized her. I used one hand to turn her
face toward mine so that her cheek was against my face. As
my cock moved inside her, I licked her soft cheeks, tasting
the salt in her tears and her sweat. In the darkness I
could not see her, nor could she see me. It was purely the
feel of her body against mine, the smell of sex. and the
warmth of our two bodies- like fucking must be for a blind
man. I rode her for what seemed to be hours there in the
darkness. I lost all track of time. With each thrust I
made into her, her body becoming limper and limper in my
arms until she became like a puppet controlled by my cock,
moving this way and that in response to my movements. She
didn't resist me any more; she moved with me, letting me
control her, use her, as I wished. I don't know exactly
when I came inside her asshole. My cock stayed hard enough
to keep fucking even after I had filled her with my cum. I
could feel it against my cock, running down the sides; it's
wetness making her passage slick and keeping me going even
longer. As my cock softened, I stopped fucking and just
soaked, enjoying the heat and wetness of her asschute. I
could have stayed inside her forever if only my cock had
held out. In my frustration, I chewed on Karen's neck,
biting hard enough to draw blood. I am not sure, but I
think she came when I bit her. Or maybe, the bite just
surprised her. I have started wondering about that a lot
lately during those long Kansas nights.
But I didn't have much time to think about it then. The
driver pulled over the truck to tell me we were getting
near the ferry that would take us to the island. And there
were always Korean police at the ferry. So I checked
Karen's gag and the handcuffs, and tied her feet together.
I stayed back there with her to make sure she kept quiet as
we used the ferry She didn't make a sound, just lay slumped
against the tire, motionless. I was quiet too, thinking
about all she had told me. As I looked for the angle here,
a new plan formed in my mind, one that built on my original
idea. I had the driver drop us off near the showers and
then tell "Mistress" Rhee I was back.. I cleaned Karen up
a little there, washed the tears and sweat off her face. I
wiped off her body, but left the cum, blood, and traces of
shit on her asscheeks and upper thighs as a memento of my
butt fucking. It was also a useful little reminder to
Karen of her new statue as my whore. When Mistress Rhee
appeared, I had her put Karen's makeup on. Like I told
Karen, I wanted her to look her best when she saw her
sister. Then I recuffed her with her hands behind her
back. I left on her light summer uniform blouse with its
lieutenant's epaulets- and left it open to expose her
breasts- but stripped her of her pants and pantyhose,
exposing those long smooth swimmer's legs and that nice red
vee between them. I left her shoes. She was pretty
passive as I washed and dressed her, not resisting, but not
doing anything for herself. It was like she was in a state
of shock. Not surprising considering. I also made her
take a couple of short puffs from Amanda's opium pipe. A
little something to loosen her up for the night's work.
Then I put a gag in her mouth, one Mistress Rhee had made
for Amanda. The little Korean whore was really getting
into this " Mistress" bit. It consisted of a leather strap
which buckled around the head to hold a cock-like piece of
soft wood about 4 inches long in the mouth. I could see it
already had Amanda's teeth marks on the base. Thorough it
all , Karen let us handle her body without a struggle or
even a word of protest. Only when I told her that I was
going to take her to see Amanda did she show a real
response. That got her attention. I could see the hope
appear in her eyes. She thought it was over. She thought
that her big sister was going to save her now from the big,
bad sergeant! But right behind that glimmer of hope, I
could see the dread in her eyes at the thought of her big
sister Amanda seeing her looking like this- naked except
for her uniform blouse, her face made up like a whore's,
and the evidence of my earlier sodomy still leaking out of
her asshole.
Continued in Part 6
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