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MAJOR SLUT
Part 3
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 hell; 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 in-between- 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."
**********************************************************************
After the gang bang in the showers, things settled into a
comfortable routine- at least for me. The degradation of
being raped by every one of the twelve soldiers under her
command had broken Amanda's spirit and with it her
resistance. Major Amanda Thompson had become Major Slut
both in her own drug ravaged mind and in the minds of the
soldiers who had raped her. After that night I owned them
all. She became my cum slut; they were too deeply into
this to betray me. I was on top of the world. Everything
was going great! Which , of course, was when it all began
to turn to shit.
I can say I wasn't stingy with Amanda's body. I shared the
wealth. I took plenty for myself, of course. I liked
taking her by myself. I liked the wet feel of her mouth
wrapped around my cock or the tight warmth of her ass. But
it wasn't just sex. I liked using my bare hand on her
bottom, and I enjoyed using the rawhide whip I braided - a
quirt like I used to use breaking horses when I was a kid-
on that strong, sweaty body of Amanda's - on her ass and
upper legs, her stomach, even on her cunt as she hung in a
spread eagle from the door frame. I really liked using the
field telephone on her too; it could make that tall, strong
body of her's move in impossible ways against the ropes
holding her. I was fascinated by the amount of punishment
her muscular, but so womanly body could take. Even more, I
liked the feeling of power I had over this beautiful woman,
the woman who had been my boss. And most of all I liked
showing off that power I had over her.
When Amanda had taken over the station- back before I made
into my slut- she had forced everyone to take PT every
morning. They hated that, especially the long runs where
she excelled. I stopped the PT, of course. But I decided
to keep the runs. Only now, Amanda would do them alone. I
liked her strong body and wanted to keep it hard and fit.
All the better to abuse, you see. What better way to do
that and to demonstrate my power over her than by making
her run in endless circles- nude- as her former
subordinates jeered her and whipped her on. I sank a metal
pipe in the packed dirt area where we held the morning
formation. I fitted a slightly smaller pipe into it and
then added an elbow and then two more lengths of pipe
joined together to make a shoulder height twelve foot arm
which swung freely in a circle around the sunken pipe. On
the end of that arm, I spot welded a short length of chain.
I finished it about three days after the shower room gang
rape. The next morning at formation, I brought Amanda out,
nude but for her heavy combat boots. I had tied her hands
to the back of the dog collar that she now wore almost
constantly. I paraded her in front of the men, pulling her
along by a leash attached to the front of that dog collar,
letting them get a good look at her nude body. I loved the
look of humiliation on Amanda's downcast, flushed face as I
marched her nude in front of the men she used to command,
especially when they began to chant " Major Slut..Major
Slut..Major Slut". As their chants echoed painfully in her
ears, I took Amanda to the end of the metal pipe and
secured her leash to the length of chain on its end. Then
I blindfolded her. I left her there and went back to the
front of the formation. " Listen up, people! New PT
program. Participation is voluntary, but I think you'll
want to be part of it. We're going to start today with a
two mile run. The Major will do the running; we'll provide
the motivation to help her keep going. To motivate her,
you'll need something painful enough to get her attention,
but nothing that will break the skin. Or I'll break yours!
You have three minutes to arm yourselves, or we'll start
without you. MOVE OUT!"
As I waited, I walked over to Amanda. She was shivering,
perhaps the result of the cold morning air on her nude
body, more likely her fear of what was to come. Her
blindfolded face was turning this way and that, trying
desperately to see what was happening. I hadn't told her
anything about what I planned to do. She had heard what I
told the men. Now I had a private word for her.
" Listen Slut. You have a long run ahead of you- two
hundred times around this circle. If you don't make that
two hundred times, if you fall and stay down, then you
belong to them. I'll let them rape your ass. Not just
now, but all day long. I'll leave you out here in the open
all day- until dark. Any man- American or Korean- who
wants you can rape you a dozen times. Asshole or cunt- I
don't care. And no drugs. Only if you make it, do you get
your pipe. Understand? We'll start out slow today. But
you'll be running the two miles in fifteen minute before
long. "
I have to say that the men showed more imagination than I
gave them credit for. They came back with a lovely
collection of makeshift torture instruments: several wet
towels, a half dozen leather belts, a couple of electrical
cords where the end had knotted and the tip stripped of
insulation to produce a crude wire scourge, and one long,
heavy wooden dowel rod. I formed them in a circle around
the post and then gave the blindfolded Amanda the order to
start running. She did fine for the first fifteen minutes,
covering about two thirds of the distance, running strongly
and smoothly, concentrating on her breathing and trying to
ignore the obscene remarks and threatening catcalls of the
unseen men. She ran beautifully with an animal grace, her
body soon covered with a sheen of sweat despite the cool
temperature, her large breasts bobbing painfully in time
with her stride. Only when she began to slow her pace
noticeably did I signal the men to start using their
makeshift whips on her. Amanda, of course, didn't see my
signal since she was blindfolded. The first man to make
contact was using an electric cord scourge. He caught her
across her buttocks with a hard swing, leaving a roadmap of
tiny red lines on the untanned flesh. The blindfolded
Amanda gave a startled cry and bolted like a frightened
filly. As she passed each man, he added his belt or wet
towel to the assault on her butt, except for the fellow
with the dowel rod. He laid that squarely across her
chest, striking both Amanda's breasts at the same time with
a solid "thud". That was when she screamed, a sharp,
banshee like wail. By now a torrent of blows was covering
her strong, sweaty body, striking her on the buttcheeks,
the lower legs, the back, on her flat stomach, and on her
bobbing breasts with wet towels, belts, and frayed electric
cords. Each blow wasn't that painful, but the cumulative
effect must have been mind numbing. Blinded, attacked from
all sides, the pain making thought impossible- it all
seemed to overwhelm her. For a moment, Amanda slowed, as
if she wanted to give up, to escape the pain of the whips
even at cost of the pain and humiliation of spending the
rest of the day as their fuck toy. Then she got her second
wind. The thought of what giving up would mean- especially
the thought of doing without the drugs- must have given her
new strength. She began to run and run hard. Amanda bent
forward a little, as if she were running against a strong
wind, and covered her face with her forearms. She still
had some sixty rounds to go yet. She ran as fast as she
could, all thoughts of pacing herself gone. After 25
rounds, Amanda's legs began to wobble, but still she keep
running, driven on by the men's blows and her own desperate
needs. With only 35 more rounds to go, Amanda was running
on pure fear, as panic stricken as a run away horse. As
she ran our circular gauntlet, Amanda's muscular body
literally poured sweat; it flew off her on to the men as
she ran forward against their blows. The expanse of her
nude body was covered in small welts and bruises, small red
areas which spread and merged until her nude body was a
solid, angry red from her knees to her shoulders. Even her
cunt couldn't escape the punishment. The snap of numerous
wet towels- and the tortured, strangled screams from
Amanda- marked each hit on this most sensitive part of her
anatomy. If Amanda had the breath to spare, I'm sure she
would have screamed out her fear and her agony until the
sound would have deafened us. But she didn't have any
breath to spare; she needed every bit of oxygen she could
suck into her lungs just to keep going for that last 35
turns around my circular hell. And she did. Just as I
said I would, I stopped the men when she reached the two
mile mark. Amanda didn't stop. Her red, whipped body kept
moving, staggering forward, unaware or unable to comprehend
that it was over. I watched her body struggle forward,
automatically putting one foot in front of the other,
spellbound, for almost two full rounds before I stepped in
front of her and stopped her. She collapsed in my arms.
I kept up her PT program. But I never again used the
entire unit against her. Myself and four men vs Amanda
were the usual breakdown. Later, three men and one woman;
but, I am getting ahead of myself here. It became a much
sought after privilege to be one of those four men- to be
one wielding the leather whips I eventually had made for
this purpose rather being one of those watching from the
barracks. Amanda had strength and determination- or maybe
it was desperation. She finished every run- except one!
Only once did she break down and give up. Then I was true
to my word. I left her there until dark. Her body was the
property of any man who wanted it- to use as he wished. I
let them use her there out in the open, left her there all
day as she was fucked, sodomized, face-fucked, kicked, and
pissed on by every man who could find an excuse to pass
that way. She was shaking with withdrawals, covered in cum
and barely conscious when I retrieved her at dusk. Just as
I promised.
I also shared her body with the other enlisted men twice a
week, regular gang rapes which I held out in the open in
the club now rather than hidden in the showers. A penny a
fuck, everyone welcome. Three holes; no waiting. The men
loved using her, and a couple of them were pretty
imaginative in thinking up ways to do it. They also liked
humiliating her. That's why they favored taking her in the
asshole and raping her face. Brutal and degrading sex.
They especially liked reminding her that she was- or used
to be- their commanding officer. I suppose that was why
they liked to see her in her uniform. At first I would
bring her in wearing just an unbuttoned class "B" blouse, a
light green shirt with two large black shoulder boards with
her golden Major's rank on the shoulders. But those light
things didn't last the night. The men tore them to shreds.
So, I started using something more durable. I dressed her
in her battledress uniform, the camouflaged pants and shirt
with nothing on underneath, and her combat boots. The men
got a kick out of unwrapping her: unbuttoning her shirt to
expose those big breasts of hers- one nipple still bearing
Amanda's gold leaf as a piercing- and dropping her pants to
her ankles to get at her other goodies. I got a kick out
of it too. Either way, I'd have her hands cuffed behind
her back and some drugs in her to ensure Amanda's
cooperation. She'd usually start on her knees as their
suck slave in search of her cum facial, but would end up
bent over a table soon enough, a man in each end. They
liked calling her names as they used her- Major Slut, Major
Cumbucket, whore, bitch, ... every hurtful, degrading name
a man can call a woman. I'd be there by her side as they
did all this, where I wouldn't miss anything, and where I
could keep an eye on what they were doing to her. Making
sure they paid their pennies. Her protector and her
tormentor. I would plant myself by Amanda's head and
whisper directions into her ear. Telling her to use her
cuffed hands to spread her own asscheeks and let the man
waiting to sodomize her see the cum from the men before him
roll out of Amanda's used and abuse back hole, telling her
to thank the man who had just dumped his load on her face,
or telling her to beg for the big, hard cock somebody was
rubbing all over her cum slick face. Like I was directing
a movie, and Amanda was my star.
And Amanda obeyed- silently and passively, her face a grim
mask. It was all about power for me, but for the others it
was simply about raw, brutal sex, about man after sweaty
man pounding Amanda into a cum covered oblivion. The men,
Black and White alike, were be all over her on these
nights, literally burying her under a pile of rutting male
bodies. One in her mouth, one in her ass, and one or two
just all over her pawing her sweaty body and twisting her
red, sore breasts as she serviced the others. By the time
they were fucked out, her face and ass were solid white
with their drying, sticky cum. It was a great, but it
wasn't enough. I wanted more. So some nights, I made a
little game of raping Amanda, or more properly I made
Amanda the prize in a highly unusual, and humiliating, game
of chance.
I called it the Wheel of Misfortune. I fixed up a wheel
with twelve pie shaped segments and mounted it on the wall
in the club. Just like a TV game show. Only the "prizes"
were a bit different. I had a cross section of prizes Bob
Barker could only dream about:
Rape her mouth
Rape her asshole
Spank the bitch
Phone Call
Give her a Facial Put the Bite on her
Use belt on her cunt
Major-take a drag
Use belt on her ass
Rape her cunt
Your Choice
Dumb Dog tricks
There was a little something for everyone- even Amanda,
though the odds were 11 to 1 against her getting that drag
on the opium pipe. Still, it kept her interested in my
little game. I loved seeing the hope in her eyes each time
the wheel spun, followed by the crushing disappointment as
the arrow passed by that thing she wanted more than
anything else- her opium pipe. To show it was more or less
fair, I let one of the men spin the wheel. I would lead
Amanda around, arms tied behind her back and nude but for
her light green uniform blouse with her rank on the
shoulder boards, to each table by a leash attached to her
dog collar. I'd call out a name, and the wheel would spin.
Each man got one spin per rotation- we'd have 2 rotations
in a night- and then had to carry out the wheel's commands
as the others watched or be barred from the club for the
rest of the night. Some were pretty painless- if
humiliating. Things like the "facial" where Amanda would
kneel before the man as he beat off, waiting to receive a
face full of his warm cum. Or the "dumb dog tricks" where
Amanda would perform for the man's amusement by rolling
over, playing dead, and - my personal favorite- begging for
table scraps. Now that was quite a sight, the once proud
officer on her knees before some private, in the nude but
for her open uniform blouse and the major's insignia
piercing her nipple, begging for pieces of fat and gristle.
Not much worse was the "Spank me". I loved seeing the
30ish Amanda turned over the knee of some 20 year old
private.
He would turn her firm buttocks a bright red with the palm
of his hand as Amanda squirmed, squealed, and blushed an
equally bright red in her face from the humiliation of
being spanked like some schoolgirl. Others were more
painful- much more painful. "Putting the bite" on Amanda
was one of these. I had taken the serrated, metal jawed
clamps off some voltammeters, four of them. I added a loop
of wire to each to hold the lead fishing weights I got from
the village. Where he used them was up to the man.
Amanda's nipples and cunt lips were favorites. Her
earlobes, her lips, and the soft flesh of Amanda's armpits
were used by the more imaginative. Once on, the man would
add weights until the strong jawed clamps were pulled off
by the increasing weight. The men liked to make bets on
how long the clamps would stay on- and how far the weights
could stretch Amanda's puffy red, much abused cunt lips or
her large, thick nipples. Amazing how malleable female
flesh is. And how far you can stretch it. Especially the
nipples. We could turn them into cones half as long as
your finger with about 3 or 4 of the fishing weights.
Even more dreaded by Amanda was the "phone call'. Here I
used the TA-312 field phone on her as I did in the shower.
But differently this time. I attached one wire to a metal
dildo like rod I would shove up Amanda's ass. The other
wire went to a similar rod to be put in her cunt. Even
with Amanda's high tolerance for pain, this one make her
sweat as soon as the arrow fell on it. Usually, she would
piss on herself as the rods went in. That didn't stop me;
it just made the connection better. Even one "ring" would
leave her withering on the floor, barely conscious. That
was the one she feared most. The rest fell somewhere
between these poles. I don't know which was worse in
Amanda's mind- the belt or the sex. She had become use to
being our whore, and she had a high tolerance for pain. I
suspect the humiliation of the sex, of being fucked or
sodomized in front of a crowd while crawling on her knees
like a birch in heat wore on her most though. Amanda
dreaded these game nights more than the straight gang
rapes. Here she had to be part of her own degradation, had
to humiliate herself in front of the men who had once been
her subordinates, her inferiors. She couldn't just lie
back and submit as she could in the gang rapes. That blow
to what was left of her pride was as painful to her as any
physical blow. Even this was not enough. I wanted more.
to be continued.
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