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MAJOR SLUT
Part 7
I was satisfied now, but it struck me that Karen hadn't had
a chance to cum yet. After the pleasure I had raping her
asshole, it seemed only polite that I give her a cum in
return. I certainly wasn't in any shape to do it right
then however. And I didn't want to share her with the
other men- or Rhee- just yet. So that left Amanda. I
slipped out of Amanda's ass and let her limp body lay back
on the table. Even now, Karen was still pussy punching
her. I had to pull her off Amanda. I grabbed the hand
that had been inside Amanda. It was covered with a scum of
pussy juice, blood, and man cum. Karen did not resist as I
placed her hand against Amanda's mouth. I had to twist
Amanda's nipples to get her attention though; she was still
lost in the passion of Karen's fisting of her cunt. Once
awake and reminded of the drugs to come, Amanda performed
beautifully. She licked her little sister scum covered
hand clean, like a kid licking the spoon used to stir the
cake batter. Her tongue darted out to captured each
precious drop of her own cum and blood flavored pussy
juices- the drippings of her own cunt- which covered
Karen's hand and forearm. Karen passively let me hold her
hand to her sister's mouth; the expression on her face was
stony, an expression of contempt. She watched her sister
lick her hand and uttered only one word- " WHORE!" Amanda
flinched as if Karen had struck her. Karen's expression of
contempt stayed on her face even as I lifted her on to the
table and had her mount her sister's face. I ran a finger
over her cunt before I shoved it down on Amanda's tear
streaked face. It was wet- just like Amanda's. "Matching
creaming cunts from sister sluts." That's what I whispered
into Karen's ear as I pressed her cunt down hard onto her
sister's face. Then it was Karen's turn to flinch. I used
one hand to twist Amanda's nipple to encourage her to get
to work on her sister's cunt as I used the other hand to
support Karen as she straddled her sister's face. Amanda
responded to the pain from her nipples by going to work on
her sister's dripping cunt. Amanda responded well to pain
by now. It was our main medium of communication.
I could hear the little wet sounds from Amanda's mouth
between the shouts and cheers of the men waiting to rape
Amanda. Of course, by this time, Amanda's cunt or asshole-
I didn't see or care which- was back in play. There was
already a scrawny PFC in-between Amanda's legs, plowing
into her with all his might even as she started to eat out
her sister. And a line forming behind him. Karen got to
watch - and have her sister lick her cunt- as man after man
raped Amanda's strong, nude body, brutally used Amanda's
two fucked out holes to relieve themselves in while they
used her breasts as hand holds. Karen watched in
fascination as man after man used her sister, their faces
either blank as they concentrated on the feeling of their
cocks moving inside Amanda or grinningly lecherous as they
stared at Karen and imagined that it was her on the end of
their cock.. I took my hand from Amanda's breasts then and
used it to move Karen's hips back and forth on Amanda's
face. Quickly, Karen picked up on the motion and began to
ride her sister's face on her own. I whispered into
Karen's ear as she sat atop Amanda, telling her to use her
sister's face, to use Amanda like the slut that she was. I
also told her not to cum until I gave her permission, and
emphasized my words by brushing back her uniform blouse and
giving her right nipple a vicious twist. I continued to
hold Karen's arms as she rode her sister's face, not to
keep her there but to keep her form falling off as her
sister's tongue gave her such pleasure that Karen's back
bone seemed to melt away. I held Karen's slender, sweat
covered body erect, watching her ride Amanda's face. Every
time I saw Karen start to break her rhythm in anticipation
of cumming, I would twist her nipple again as I hissed in
her ear, " NOT YET, BITCH!" to keep her from cumming. All
the while she was still softly chanting " Fuck you Amanda"
as she joined us in raping her own sister. I let her enjoy
herself on top of Amanda until my shit stained cock began
to show some signs of life again. Then I told her that she
could cum. It didn't take her but a moment to bring
herself off on Amanda's tongue, twisting her body and
grinding her gushing cunt into Amanda's face. It was quite
a show; I doubt that she ever had cum with such violence in
her young life. Then I dragged her off of Amanda's face.
She fought me too, fought to keep riding her slut sister's
face to another cum! I had to give her a hard slap to
bring her to heel. I pushed her down on to her knees there
on the floor beside her sister, one hand holding her sweat
drenched red hair in a death grip. I simply told her to "
suck my dick" as I pressed my hard, shit stained cock
against her soft face. She didn't fight me now. She
wrapped her hands around me, using both hands to hold me as
she kissed the hard, slimy cock. I watched as she stuck
out her tongue and licked her own sister's shit off my
cock, licking my cock like you lick the melting ice cream
off the side of an ice cream cone.
She wasn't very experienced, but I knew that would change.
Just the sight of her flushed, eager face worshipping my
cock and the wet feeling of her tongue moving over me were
enough to make me want to shoot off. The feeling of her
warm tongue running all over my cock- licking it and
cleaning it of Amanda's shit and my own cum- felt so good
that it made me shiver. I had to have her mouth! I
grabbed her head in my hands and thrust my cock into her
mouth.
Karen screamed and squirmed against me. I filled her mouth
with my cock despite her protest, taking her mouth as
roughly as I had taken her asshole earlier in the same day.
I used that mouth like a cunt, fucking it hard, uncaring of
her cries. I pounded my hips against her lips, my cock
reaching into and down her throat as she gagged and
screamed around it. But then, her hands stopped beating
vainly against my legs and reached around my body, gripping
my buttcheeks in both her hands as she hung on for dear
life in what was to be the ride of her life. Harder and
harder I fucked her face, ramming my cock over her soft wet
tongue and down her hot throat, mindless of the pain from
her teeth scrapping over my cock's length as I thrust it in
and out of her mouth. I lasted a long time, I suppose. I
could see her face turn redder and redder as she struggled
to breath around my cock. But I didn't care. Fortunately
for her, I came before she ran entirely out of air. I held
her face against my cock hair as I came, forcing her to
swallow her first load of my cum- the first of many loads
to come. I could feel the surge of my cum leave my cock
and shot down her throat. For the second and third blasts
of my cum, I pulled back a bit to shot into her mouth
instead of straight down her throat. I filled her mouth
with my hot cum, more than before. Trickles of my cum
appeared at the corners of her mouth as her cheeks
ballooned out and her eyes bulged with her surprise. I
throttled her with one hand as I filled her mouth, wrapping
my hand around her tender throat to keep her from
swallowing the rest of my cum. I had plans for that cum.
" Hold it bitch.. Don't you swallow that cum!"
Still keeping a grip on her throat I lifted her up on her
feet and then bent her over her sister as she lay on the
table, Amanda's muscular body shaking from the force of the
cocks fucking her, her mouth open , moaning in response to
the cocks battering her strong body. I forced her face
against Amanda's face- a face covered in Karen's cunt
juices- and gave Karen a sharp goose in her no doubt still
sore asshole as I told her,
" Now! Give your slut sister a big sloppy kiss! Show her
how glad you are to see her. Let her taste the cock you've
been sucking, taste your master's cock! Share my cum with
your slut sister!"
The thick, white cum rolled out of Karen's open mouth to
fall slowly into Amanda's open mouth. As the taste of my
cum filled Amanda's mouth, she finally opened her eyes to
stared into her sister's eyes. As Amanda mouthed the word
"WHY?', I pressed Karen's face hard against Amanda's,
holding it there as the rest of my cum flowed from Karen's
mouth into her sister's.
I stood the two sister's up, side by side. They were quite
a sight. Both stared back at us impassively, too exhausted
and shell shocked to even worry about what was coming next,
but each too ashamed to look the other in the face.
Karen still had on her open uniform blouse, soaked with
sweat and the men's cum by now. The rest of her body was
nude, sweat covered but unsullied- except for the remnants
of my cum around the corners of her mouth and her own cunt
juices covering her crotch and upper legs . Amanda was
totally nude except for the crotchless whore's hosiery and
the gold major's leaf piercing her nipple. Her nude, sweat
covered body was literally coated with man cum. There were
globs of it covering her face, her sore, red breasts, her
asscheeks and the tops of her thighs, her swollen, angry
red cunt, and even her stomach.
The vee of her pubic hair was white, matted with men's cum.
I could see the cum rolling out of her open, red asshole.
As she tottered on her high heels, I gave her reward, the
one thing in this world she wanted more than anything else.
Her opium. Then, as the men and Mistress Rhee gathered in
a semi-circle around us, I gave Karen her reward. I had
with me a second lieutenant's insignia of rank from Karen's
luggage, a shiny, gold bar. In a parody of the pinning
ceremony from that picture of Karen in Amanda's room, I
called out:
" Attention to orders. In recognition of her whorish
nature and perverse sexual desires, Karen Thompson is
promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Slut and assigned duties
commensurate with her nature. In other words men, say
hello to our new whore! Miss Rhee, grab a hold of her
arms."
As the men cheered and catcalled, I bent over and took
Karen's right nipple in my mouth. I flicked it with my
tongue and sucked on it with my lips unit the nipple became
hard. I could taste her sweat- and her fear. Mistress
Rhee stepped behind Karen and grabbed her elbows, holding
her upright as her knees began to buckle. I held that
nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pulled it out as
far as it would go, turning her cupcake size breast into a
cone. With my other hand, I slowly pushed the pin on the
back of the gold second lieutenant's bar into and then
through the tough, red nub of the nipple. When it came out
the other side, I quickly locked the retaining pin over the
end, securing it on Karen's breast. Now it was official.
Karen was Lieutenant Slut just like her sister Amanda was
Major Slut.
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I slept that night with my newest fuck toy and left Amanda
to sleep on the floor like a dog, her arms tied behind her
back and the leash to her collar tied to the bed frame.
Too exhausted to even dream, I just slept, my arms tightly
wrapped around Karen. I awake the next morning to the
feeling of her body stirring. Without thinking, forgetting
that she was my captive and I her rapist, I began to make
love to her. I took her gently- or at least as gently as
I've ever taken a woman- and she responded in the same way.
It was as if we were lovers. Looking back on that
lovemaking, it was the strangest part of the whole story-
how we made love there in front of the stunned Amanda .
I've wondered about it a lot these last few years, and
since I've got nothing if not time, done a lot of reading
to try to figure it out. Psychology books mainly, the
library is loaded with them for some reason. I suppose a
psychiatrist would call it a classic example of the
Stockholm Syndrome, where the captive begins to identify
with his or her captor and tries to curry favor with them.
Like the Jews who identified with and even imitated their
Nazi captors. Maybe. Or maybe it was because of a deeper
need in Karen's mind. What they call a conditioned
response; in Karen's case, a response developed as a child,
learning to submit to power. Maybe Karen desperately tried
to please me because I represented power and authority
within the bounds of that compound. Because I literally
had the power of life and death over her and everyone else.
That would explain why she submitted herself so totally to
me. And why she treated her sister Amanda so cruelly.
After all in Karen's mind, Amanda was one who had failed
her- by seeming to be so strong but then proving herself to
be weak by allowing herself to become nothing more than my
slut. And that failure made Karen angry. No sooner had I
let the Karen up to go to the bathroom after our
lovemaking, than she spit in the disapproving face of her
bound big sister and called her a "SLUT".
I hadn't expected Karen's cruelty to her sister. But I was
ready to use it because I had learned from Miss Rhee to
respect a woman's cruelty. I decided to experiment, to see
if I could really trust Karen to dominate Amanda. I called
Karen back. I suggested to Karen that instead of cleaning
herself she should let her slut sister do the job for her.
That suggestion was all the license she needed. I untied
Amanda's leash and handed it to her. Karen sat down in a
cushioned chair and pulled Amanda to her by the leash,
forcing her sister to scramble forward on her knees. Karen
pulled Amanda to her, until Amanda was squatting between
Karen's spread legs. The traces of our fuck were apparent
to Amanda on and between Karen's cunt lips, evidence all
the more painful to Amanda because it was not there as a
result of a forceful rape. To her mind, Karen had
voluntarily fucked me, an act even more perverted to
Amanda's mind than the whipping and forced sex to which
Karen had subjected her last night. Amanda knew exactly
what Karen planned. Karen was going to force her to lick
her- Karen's- cunt clean of my cum, to force her own sister
to pleasure her with her tongue. Amanda had done this many
times with Miss Rhee, of course. But this was her own
sister! Still, Amanda knew that there was no escape after
she looked back over her shoulder and saw me pick up the
belt from the table. I moved toward them, positioning
myself beside Karen's chair where I had a good view of
Amanda's face as she lowered it into her sister's wet cunt
and began to lick. Karen pressed Amanda's face into her
cunt with one hand while the other hand- the one still
holding Amanda's leash- toyed with the second lieutenant's
bar piercing Karen's nipple. I watched as Amanda
unwillingly pleasured Karen. The only sounds in the room
were the liquid sounds of Amanda's tongue at work on
Karen's flesh, Karen's heavy breathing, and Karen's running
commentary.
" Hmmm..yes, good slut....Amanda the slut....Amanda the
whore.. dirty Amanda, licking her little sister's
cunt.....Amanda the dyke...you like licking cunt, don't you
Amanda... licking his cum out of my cunt... not so high
and mighty now, eh bitch...does it taste good..hmm..his cum
and my cunt...does it taste good to you you dirty whore
dyke....eat it, you filthy whore..just like you ate cum
last night... Amanda the camp whore..Amanda the drug
addict... the druggie whore who will do anything for a
fix..right whore?..... hmm.. too bad your ex-husband
couldn't see you now...does he know what a slut you are?..
does he know how you like to eat pussy, whore?.. does he
know how you like to fuck everything with pants...eh?..does
he know how you like having men beat your ass as you lick
their assholes.... is that why he left you, slut?
...cause you kept fucking all his friends.....eat me good,
whore!... maybe I'll piss in your mouth later.... would
you like that Major Slut, ma'm?....... hmmm,
.....good..harder...harder slut!... eat me harder..or I'll
shove a baseball bat up your dirty whore cunt...you
whore..bitch.slut..whore..God damn you, Amanda..eat
me..harder..harder...harder you whore.....ARRGHHEEE!"
Karen had passed her test with flying colors. I began to
let her use Amanda more and more. I let her wash and
clothe the bound Amanda; let her use Amanda for her own
pleasures, let her punish Amanda. I even let her join in
whipping Amanda around the pole for her PT. Which meant
that I let Miss Rhee use Amanda less and less. That was
mistake. Korean woman can be the queen bitches of the
universe, especially when you take something away from them
that they think is their's. As Miss Rhee saw it, she was
Amanda's lesbian lover and mistress. As she saw it, Amanda
was her fuck toy. Now I was taking Amanda away from her by
letting Karen use Amanda. She let me know that she won't
take this. But I didn't take her protests too seriously.
I thought of her as the club whore, nothing more. What, I
figured, could she do? I was tired of her airs. I decided
it was time to teach her a lesson. The next time she led
Amanda into the club for her "session", I had a little
surprise prepared for them both. Although she didn't know
it, Miss Rhee was going to join Amanda that night.
She fought like the devil, but her tiny body could do
little against half a dozen men. They tied her down on a
table face down and proceeded to strip her of her whore's
dress. Then they raped her ass, man after man after man,
as she hysterically screamed and cursed them in Korean.
First I made Amanda watch- watch her little whore mistress
being sodomized like the cheap whore she was. When some of
the fire had gone out of Miss Rhee, I had Amanda join her
on that table. I tied Amanda to the table face down just
like Miss Rhee but facing in the opposite direction, with
Amanda's face beside Miss Rhee's ass. Then I let the men
have them both to punish them for their betrayal. I had
the men take the two bound women one at a time. Two men
would use Amanda's asshole and mouth; then the same two men
would switch to Miss Rhee. The man who had been in
Amanda's mouth would use Miss Rhee's asshole, and the man
who had been in Amanda's ass would now put his shit covered
cock into Miss Rhee's mouth. After a while, they would
switch back, giving Amanda a taste of oriental asshole. I
watched along with Karen, letting her use my quirt on the
backs of the two women as I used Karen's asshole to satisfy
myself. That went on forever, for man after man, all
night. That I figured would teach them both Miss Rhee's
place. I didn't see it then. But Miss Rhee was not
broken. She was mad! Afterwards, she seemed as meek as a
kitten. But she was boiling inside. She bided her time.
Things still seemed to be going perfectly. But I was not
paying attention; I was too taken up in watching Karen
putting her bigger, stronger sister Amanda through her
paces. One morning, I woke up to find Amanda and Miss Rhee
were missing. Also missing was PFC Jonas and the Humvee.
I don't know how- probably by using sex- but Miss Rhee had
gotten him to take them out of the compound hidden in the
back of the Humvee and across to the mainland. Amanda
wouldn't have been a problem. She would have gone
willingly with Miss Rhee. That last night in the club had
created some kind of bond between them. I figured that
they had to be headed for Soul. There isn't much else in
Korea in the way of the big city. I should have run, been
on the first plane out of Korea. But I just couldn't let
her have Amanda. Amanda was mine! So, I tried to find the
two of them in Seoul. I knew they could be in Etywan, the
sex district of Seoul. How else could they survive except
by Miss Rhee turning tricks or , more likely, by pimping
Amanda to Koreans with a taste for American women. What I
didn't count on was that some of the men lost their nerve
when they saw Amanda was gone. As soon as I left the
compound, they gave the whole thing up to our higher HQ.
The MP's were waiting for me when I reached Seoul.
Initially, I figured I was headed for life if not hanging.
At least I guessed they still hung military prisoners; they
hadn't executed one since the fifties. The list of charges
against me was two pages long: mutiny, rape, assault on a
superior officer, misappropriation, conduct prejudicial to
good order and discipline, drug dealing- virtually every
crime in the UCMJ except abusing a public animal. I did
know enough not to depend on the military lawyer they
assigned me. I tapped my Caribbean bank accounts for a
civilian lawyer- a very good one- from the states. It was
well worth it. Seems the Army had several big problems in
prosecuting me. First, Amanda was still missing, so she
couldn't testify against me. Second, Karen was- bless her
heart- still on my side. She wouldn't testify against me
and was saying that everything was her sister's fault.
That Amanda wanted to be raped by her own men. They
quickly declared her incompetent- crazy as a bedbug by
their lights- but knew that they couldn't keep her off the
stand if my lawyer pressed it. Which he threatened to do
if this went to trial. She was the only American witness
who was not a co-conspirator. And they couldn't convict me
solely on the testimony of my partners in crime, my fellow
rapists- at least according to my attorney. There were no
Korean witnesses. They had all disappeared. And third,
the whole thing was an embarrassment to the Army. They
wanted it to quietly go away. So, I went from thinking
about my last meal to bickering about a plea bargain. I
held out for eight years. I figured I could do that much.
Eventually, they gave in, and I got my plea bargain. That
was seven years ago. It hasn't been so bad. You get a
better class of felons at the military prison at Fort
Leavenworth, Kansas than in civilian federal prisons. Oh,
its not the country club prison where they sent the white
collar crooks, but its OK. Aside from the occasional
pederast, they're pretty much a decent group here as far as
murders and thieves go. I 'm in the enlisted section.
Even here in prison, they have separate areas for the
officers and for the enlisted swine like me. I have a cell
to myself. My neighbor used to be a Delta force commando
before they caught him padding his expenses on undercover
missions. Nice guy. We talk a lot. I've had a chance to
do a lot of reading here, and I've learned how to use a
computer. Part of my vocal training. Learned more about
using a computer than the guards know, in fact. Which is
how I am talking to you now. Very useful tool, the
internet. Amazing what information you can find once you
know how and have the time to search. I've located Karen.
In fact, I know a lot about what she is doing and thinking
these days. I've even broken into her computer and read
her e-mail, the window to her soul. They - the
Army-declared her cured four years ago and discharged her
from their mental faculty. She has a new life as a
civilian. But she hasn't forgotten me. She thinks about
me almost every day judging from the entries in her
computer. It hasn't been as easy to find Amanda. She
never reappeared. A couple of years ago, I found someone
online who would- for a fee- trace Amanda and Miss Rhee.
Again using the computer, I made funds available, drawing
on the bank accounts they never found. It seems I was
right. While she was in Seoul, Miss Rhee went into the
business of pimping Amanda to wealthy Koreans who wanted a
different experience, not just sex with a Western woman but
whippings and bondage as well for a steep price. The
collapse of the Korean economy a couple of years back put a
crimp in her earnings, so like any smart multinational
business Miss Rhee moved her operation to an even poorer
third world country. She moved her assets- Amanda- to
Thailand, where she apparently hoped to attract some of the
Japanese who travel there to buy sex. Sadly, it didn't
work out as she had planned. My source tells me that she
had a falling out with her local "protection". Miss Rhee
and Amanda are both now the property of a club owner in
Bangkok. Amanda is reserved for the high payers on the
exclusive top floor of the club, but Miss Rhee I am told is
once again a common whore working the floor at this club,
struggling to meet her daily quota of 20 paying customers
in a twelve hour shift.
I'll be getting out in 10 months. I still have about $
90,000 in the bank. I plan to use this money to look up
old friends. First Karen in Minnesota. Then the two of us
will take a trip to Thailand to look up two more old
friends. Living- and life- is cheap in Thailand. I think
I'll settle down there. Surrounded by my old friends.
THE END
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