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MAJOR SLUT
Part 4
I also shared her with my Korean business partners. We
were in the habit of meeting to split the drug take and
talk about the next shipment about once a week. But it
wasn't just a business meeting. No, Lee and his dozen
relatives had to take their measure of me. Like I said,
they were a clannish bunch. So I had to get drunk with
them each time. They figure that they don't really know -
or trust- a man until they have gotten drunk with him. I
had to drink their local stuff, their sojhu, until we all
were throwing up drunk. Now I went their hospitality one
better, bringing Amanda to our meetings to entertain them.
Letting them use her as their whore. They were very
appreciative. They'd never had a Western woman before.
But it was more than just sexual novelty with them. For
them it was a sort of payback. They figured that the
American Army had been fucking them for 40 years- taking
their land, turning their prettiest women into whores and
their men into houseboys. Now was their chance to fuck the
American Army- in the long, tall person of Major Amanda
Thompson. It was quite a sight. She couldn't understand a
word they said to her, but she understood what they wanted
from her. I saw to that with a simple bit of stick and
carrot- my quirt and her pipe. I thought it was fitting to
dress Amanda like a cheap Korean whore- a tight dress which
barely covered the vee of her sex, some cheap jewelry, and
a pair of cheap plastic, " fuck me" high heels. Lots of
makeup. No need to bother with underwear; I knew that she
won't be wearing it long enough to matter. Nor did I
bother with keeping her tied up once we inside the house.
There was no place to run in that tiny main room. Unlike
the soldiers, the Koreans wouldn't share her. They took
her one at a time according to a strict family pecking
order running from old to young. Lee, the patriarch of the
family- the grandfather, I guess, was always first. He
must have been in his sixties at least. He could still get
it up, but it took a lot of help. As I and the rest of the
family watched more or less respectfully, Amanda would have
to work to get his withered old cock hard enough to let him
cum and get it over with. She would strip for him-
awkwardly and with great embarrassment- and play the part
of a whore. Just as I ordered, Amanda would stand in front
of the old gizzer, caressing and cupping her breasts and
moving her hips as she mouthed the usual whore's come on- "
You wantee fuckee..I fuckee good..". Sometimes that was
enough. Usually, Amanda had to kneel before him and use
her hands to get him hard, to handle his withered balls and
cock until he was hard. Some nights, she had to suck his
shriveled up old cock for 10 or 15 minutes until she could
get him hard enough to fuck. Then she would assume the
doggy position and guide him inside her. He would pump
away at her, gripping her hips and thrusting in with
everything he had until he would finally empty himself into
her warm, not yet sloppy, cunt. He was a pleasure compared
to the young ones. It was like mating with a wolf pack
with them. While one of the younger ones fucked, the
others watched and shouted what I guess was advice or maybe
insults between drinks. The more brutal the way they took
Amanda, the more "face" they gained among the others in the
family. They were a pretty conventional group, most were
big on the missionary position. But they made up in fury
what they lacked in imagination. They preferred to take
the nude, moaning Amanda on her back, pounding into her
with all the strength of their wiry young bodies, not just
raping her but literally attacking her sweaty, quivering
body with their cocks, trying to beat her into submission
with their dicks, to stab her to death with their hard
cocks, to impale the Western bitch. But it was her breasts
which really fascinated them. They loved to abuse those
large mounds of Amanda's, to slap them hard just to see
them bounce, to twist her nipples until they were white, to
squeeze her breasts like they were kneading dough. All
while they were on top of her, fucking the shit out of her,
screaming into her face in Korean, their spittle mixing
with Amanda's sweat and tears. Her breasts would be sore
for days afterwards, as would her cunt.
Like I said, the younger Koreans fell on her like starving
wolves- drunken starving wolves. Any one of them would
have fucked her to death if I'd let them. But I won't let
them go that far. In a strange way I'd become Amanda's
protector as well as her tormentor. She had no one else to
look to for protection. She no longer had any control over
her own body. I had the control! She was mine! So, I
kept them from hurting her too much while at the sametime I
let them rape her strong, womanly body. But they didn't
show me whatever it was I was looking for either. What I
was doing to her- the abuse - just wasn't enough any more.
I needed to subject Amanda to something more. And I needed
something more from her, something more than her silent
submission.
I finally found the key to what I had been looking for
right under my nose. I'd brought Miss Rhee , the camp
whore who Amanda - back when she was still Major Thompson-
had run off, back to the club to keep those assholes
occupied on nights when I didn't feel like sharing my Major
Slut. She didn't have any business those nights I brought
Amanda to the club. The men totally ignored her on those
nights when they had their Major to use, but she was still
there, a petite, short haired woman watching from her
regular place at the corner of the bar. She was the only
woman there except for Amanda. The club was awash with
testosterone on those nights. You could smell it in the
stale, smoky air in the club. That rutting horde could
have been all over her in a minute, and I won't have helped
her.. But still she stayed. It didn't take long to figure
out why. I could see the excitement in her eyes. And
eventually each evening, I would see one of her tiny hands
disappear under her short skirt and between her crossed
legs as she watched the men roughly rape Amanda's face and
asshole, her face frozen in a sneer but her eyes fixed on
the Major's suffering body. Even after two or three hours
when I would call it quits for the night, Miss Rhee would
still be there, watching. By then, I could almost smell
her sopping wet cunt from across the room even over the
smell of the sperm covering Amanda. From the bar, she
would watch me as I counted the pennies lying on the table
beside Amanda and those stuck to Amanda's skin by the sweat
and the cum, each of them marking a penetration of the
Major. The pennies were my way of keeping score. I saved
them for Amanda. I kept the pennies- over two hundred of
them by now- in a big glass jar by the bed. The pennies
had long ago outgrown the bag around Amanda's neck I had
used at first. But I still had them where she couldn't
avoid seeing them. Boring being left in bondage for hours
at a time. So, I allowed Amanda to fill in those empty
times by counting the previous night's pennies. I would
put the nude Amanda into a hogtie, her hands and feet bound
tightly together behind her back, leaving Amanda trapped in
a painful U-shape for hours. I would pile the previous
night's pennies in a large pile by her face. It was her
job to count the pennies- many of which were covered in
dried man cum- as she used her lips, teeth, and tongue to
move them from my pile to the penny jar on the floor beside
her. An incorrect count was, of course, punished severely.
I figured this gave Amanda something to think about during
those empty times. Miss Rhee wouldn't leave until I
finished my count and carried Amanda's unresisting body off
to our room- to a long shower and then my turn with her
exhausted body.
One club night, I called an early halt to the festivities.
After I counted the pennies- twenty three incidentally- I
picked up Amanda's unresisting, nude, cum soaked body and
slung it over my shoulder. I stopped by the door and
called Miss Rhee over to me. She came reluctantly, but she
came, unable to resist a closer look at the object of her
fascination, Amanda's tall, strong, and battered nude body.
Miss Rhee was short, like all Koreans, not even coming up
to my shoulder and barely reaching Amanda's. Her body was
slender but with a bit more heft than Koreans generally
have. I figured that she was half American, the daughter
of her predecessor as camp whore and some nameless G.I,
which tended to make her lower than dog shit to the other
Koreans. She couldn't have weighed over a hundred pounds
on her best day. Her skin was a little darker and her lips
a bit fuller than any Korean I'd seen. Probably had a
Black G.I. for the proud daddy. Good looking in a doll
like way. Jet black hair, cut in a wedge around her round
face. Heavy makeup. Somewhere in her early twenties, she
looked about sixteen to an American. Until you looked at
the eyes. Then she looked forty. Her English was not very
extensive; she'd never needed much more than " You wantee
fuckee me?" and " ten dolar". Or maybe she understood
English better than I did and only spoke in pidgin English
because the G.I's expected it. I didn't know or care. She
understood me well enough when I said, " You wantee fuckee
Major Slut?"
I carried Amanda back to the room we shared, which had once
been her room, and dumped her limp body on the bed. I
didn't bother with the shower. I wanted to see her like
this, with the cum still dripping out of her. My
cumbucket. Her asshole was still half open with brownish
cum still dripping slowly out of it. Her cunt was red, the
lips puffy and open, with man cum that had dripped from her
asshole coating them. Even the vee of her pubic hair was
saturated in that cum. There was also a ring of white scum
around her mouth. Her chin was covered in it. There were
more sticky, white blotches on those high aristocratic
cheekbones of hers, on her forehead, and in her short
auburn hair. Her eyes were closed. She was totally out of
it. I had given Amanda her usual ration of opium before I
took her to the club to entertain her soldiers, as I always
did. I did that because I wanted to fuck her mind as well
as her body. I wanted her to have only dream like - or
maybe I should say nightmare like- memories of these gang
rapes. I wanted her to half remember a hazy world
inhabited by faceless hard cocks where she was drowning in
oceans of man cum, surreal memories which would haunt her
occasional lucid moments. I wanted her to look at that jar
of pennies and wonder if those images she half remembered
of the men raping her ass were real or if she was going
insane. That it loosened her up enough to survive the
repeated assaults without being torn apart was an added, if
important, benefit. But it did present a problem at the
moment since I wanted her to know what was about to happen.
And I wanted to see her react! About the time my mind was
beginning to mull this problem, I felt a pair of tiny hands
running over my back. I turned to find that Miss Rhee-
working girl she was- had stripped off her clothes and was
ready for action. Not an ounce of fat on her, except where
it counted , and just enough there to produce a pair of
teacup size breasts with dark, almost black nipples - erect
and ready.
" You wanntee, I wakee Major for you/" Curious, I agreed.
" I wannte! You wake Major, You fuckee Major."
She didn't waste any time starting. She easily manhandled
Amanda's big nude body into a spread eagle position on the
bed, face up. Her waif like body had a lot more strength
than it seemed. She gestured at Amanda's hands and held
out one of her own. I pointed to the pile of ropes I kept
by the bed for just this sort of thing. In a moment she
had Amanda's hands and feet secured to the bed frame,
effectively immobilizing the unresisting body of the larger
woman. A quick search of the room, and she was ready to go
to work on Amanda. Such enthusiasm! I was seeing a new
side to Miss Rhee. She sat astride Amanda, her bottom
resting on the older woman's right thighs. She looked like
a child, perched there atop Amanda. For a moment she
studied the terrain, the vast expanse of Amanda's nude
body. Her small hands ran over the other woman's flat
stomach up to the large cone shaped breasts, firm even now
as Amanda lay on her back. She fingered the gold Major's
insignia piercing one of Amanda's red nipples. Gently she
explored both her breasts before moving onto Amanda's face,
tracing her full lips with one finger and then stroking her
hair like a child seeing something for the first time.
Once she knew the terrain, she went over to the attack.
She returned to Amanda's breasts again, cupping one large
breast inside both her small hands before she lowered her
lips to the nipple. She blew on that big soft, red nip of
Amanda's, then licked at it like a cat lapping up milk.
Miss Rhee repeated the process again. Amanda's eyes opened
now. And her little finger size nipples became erect, hard
enough to remain upright as Miss Rhee's tongue raked over
them in cat like laps. It must have felt strange to
Amanda. She would have become so used to the rough sex I
took from her as well as the brutal gang rapes like
tonight's, that she must have forgotten what a gentle touch
felt like.
Miss Rhee left that breast and went to her other one, the
one with Amanda's rank impaling the nipple. She toyed with
it for a moment, carefully rotating it and using it to
stretch the impaled nipple. Gently, she pulled it away
form the nipple until she found the clasp to the pin
piercing Amanda's nub and opened it, removing the insignia
of rank from Amanda's nipple for the first time since I had
pierced her with it. Then she cupped the soft breast in
both her hands and alternatively licked and blew on it.
Amanda's eyes had closed again, but I knew she was still
with us. She was moaning softly as Miss Rhee made love to
her breast. She didn't opened her eyes again until Miss
Rhee stopped caressing her breast. Then she saw the small
woman leaning forward, pressing her small breasts against
Amanda's larger ones as Miss Rhee locked her lips to
Amanda's cum stained lips, her tongue thrusting inside
Amanda's mouth in a wet lesbian kiss. That woke Amanda up.
After she broke the kiss, Miss Rhee smiled for the first
time. She was still smiling as she settled back on her
heels, bent her head back to Amanda's right breast, took
the big, erect nipple between her white teeth, and bit down
hard. The sound that escaped Amanda's lips was halfway
between a whipped dog whimper and a cry of surprise. She
couldn't shift gears quickly enough to react. Amanda
hadn't seen that coming. Nor had I. Miss Rhee shook her
head from side to side like a terrier , Amanda's nipple
still locked in her teeth. When she finally let go, I
could see a tiny drop of Amanda's blood on Miss Rhee's
lower lip. She smiled at Amanda as she licked that drop of
Amanda's blood off her lip, and then she went on to the
left breast, giving that nipple the same treatment. By now
Amanda's body was bent like a bow as she fought her bonds,
staring up at the smaller woman in disbelief as her
pleasure vanished and was replaced by pain. Tiny drops of
blood dotted both nipples now, only faintly distinguishable
against the lighter red of the nipple. Miss Rhee licked
those up as well. Then she sat back on Amanda's thigh,
picked up the candle she had found earlier and a matchbook.
As Amanda watched in growing horror, Miss Rhee lit the
candle. She watched it burn intently , turning it in her
hand to make the flame burn closer to the wax. When it was
ready, Miss Rhee began.
Her targets were Amanda's breasts. She would carefully tip
the burning candle to drop a glob of hot wax on one of
Amanda's breasts, starting with the firm flesh at the base
and working inward to the crushed nipples. She worked
steadily, pausing each time to let the candle build up a
quantity of the hot wax before again dropping that hot wax
on Amanda's sensitive skin, alternating between breasts to
prolong the ordeal for Amanda. There was nothing Amanda
could do to stop her. She could only struggle against the
ropes holding her hands and feet, the muscles of her strong
body moving beautifully under the white, sweaty skin of her
arms, legs and abdomen as she tried to escape the slow
torture. Only Amanda's head was free to move, which it
did, moving steadily from side to side as she shook her
head in a futile, silent "NO". Her eyes remained fixed on
the candle in Miss Rhee's hand as it dipped and hovered
over her, bringing pain with each small movement of Miss
Rhee's hand. She was mostly silent as Miss Rhee slowly
encased her breasts in the hot wax. Just a soft moan at
best, usually only the sound of Amanda sucking a tortured
breath through her tightly clenched teeth each time a glob
of hot wax hit the sensitive skin of her breasts. Miss
Rhee was silent too. The two seemed to me to be in some
contest of wills where the one to speak first must be the
loser. But even if she didn't speak, Miss Rhee's breathing
spoke for her. It became louder and more ragged as she
slowly dripped the wax on Amanda's breasts. Bracing
herself with one hand against the wall, Miss Rhee was
riding Amanda's thigh. Miss Rhee was rubbing her clit
against the hard muscles of her victim's leg as she used
the candle on Amanda's breasts. The more Amanda struggled,
the more Miss Rhee got off. Very clever of Miss Rhee.
Miss Rhee slowly covered the skin of each breasts with the
hot wax. It stuck to the skin as it cooled, the heat
sinking into Amanda's breasts and building with each drop
of hot wax until they must have seemed to Amanda to be on
fire. On and on Miss Rhee went, slowly and methodically
using her candle until both of those beautiful breasts were
encased in a thin sheet of milky wax, under which the flesh
of her tits had turned a bright, fire red. When Miss Rhee
ran out of exposed breast flesh, she shifted her target.
She then held the candle over Amanda's exposed right
armpit. The soft shaven flesh there proved just as
sensitive to the hot wax as Amanda's breasts had been-
perhaps more so. Woman are so tender there. As each drop
of the hot wax hit the white flesh and began to spread,
Amanda struggled anew against the ropes holding her arms to
the bed frame, exposing her armpits to the painfully hot
wax. In a replay of her struggles as Miss Rhee punished
her breasts, Amanda's strong body strained hopelessly
against her bonds, desperate to escape the pain, her
muscles moving under her sweat covered skin with a life of
their own. Still, Amanda remained silent except for a soft
moan when the wax first hit the untouched flesh of her left
armpit. When both her armpits had been encased in the wax,
Miss Rhee returned to her original target- Amanda's
breasts. On Amanda's nipples the wax had cooled into
little mounds, entirely covering both the erect, finger
like nubs. Maybe Amanda hoped that would protect them from
any more of Miss Rhee's hot wax. If so she was
disappointed; that didn't stop the little Korean bitch. A
nip with her teeth to break the wax along with a touch of
the candle's flame, and the nipple was again vulnerable.
Again and again, Miss Rhee covered Amanda's red, swollen
nipples with the hot wax, pouring the heat into two of the
most sensitive spots on Amanda's body as Amanda sweated and
flexed helplessly underneath her, wallowing in the pain
radiating from her breasts. Despite the cool temperature
of the room, Amanda was covered with sweat from the heat
generated by that little candle. It poured off her to soak
the sheet underneath her nude body. Amanda remained silent
through it all, only the odd moan escaping her tightly
compressed lips. Silent but not impassive; now there were
tears streaming from the corners of her eyes to match the
sweat covering the rest of her strong body. I was
impressed! Hard to draw a tear from Major Slut these days.
The gang rape hadn't. I was even more surprised by what
happened next. As I watched, Miss Rhee leaned forward and
put her face just above the reclining Amanda's. Silently
Miss Rhee licked those tears off Amanda's cheeks. First
one cheek, then the other was licked clean of Amanda's
salty tears in quick, cat-like moves. When the tears were
gone, Miss Rhee traced her tongue across her cheek to
Amanda's lips. She hovered there, her lips almost touching
Amanda's for a moment, her eyes staring into Amanda's.
Then Miss Rhee caught Amanda's lower lip in her small,
sharp teeth, drawing blood as well a little cry of pain
from Amanda.
By now the candle was just a stub. And Miss Rhee must have
been very close to coming, courtesy of Amanda's hard
thighs. I could see tracts of her juices on Amanda's skin.
She planted that candle snub on Amanda's quivering stomach,
the wax dripping down the short stub to run into her
bellybutton, to free both her hands. Then Miss Rhee
finished herself off, rubbing her clit harder and harder on
the slick skin of Amanda's thigh as she rode Amanda like a
jockey, both hands holding onto the larger woman's hips for
support Not a sound escaped her mouth as the small Korean
whore masturbated herself to a climax. Eyes locked on
Amanda's eyes, she rode herself to a shuttering climax
without any help from me. Finally, Miss Rhee came; she
hissed between her teeth , her upper body leaning back and
her head thrown up. Then it was over. Miss Rhee stared at
Amanda's silent face for a moment, then she leaned forward
and slapped Amanda across the face. Hard! Round one to
Major Slut!
But Miss Rhee was not finished. She crouched between the
Vee of Amanda's wide spread legs, her small body easily
fitting between those well muscled legs. She turned to me-
the first time she had acknowledged by existence since she
picked up the candle- and said: " I fuckee Major Slut!
Fuckee bitch good!".
One of Miss Rhee's small hands spread the puffy outer lips
of Amanda's cunt, letting us both see the finer inner lips
and between them the still tiny hole of her cunt. There
were traces of cum on the lips, both cum which had dripped
from Amanda's gang raped asshole and cum from the few men
who had preferred her cunt to her sloppy asshole. Miss
Rhee wiped her other hand over these traces of cum, using
them as a lubricant for what all three of us knew was
coming next. She slide two fingers into Amanda's cunt.
Then three. She worked them in and out a little,
experimenting or maybe just savoring the feeling of
Amanda's cunt gripping them. Then she formed her small
hand into a spear point, the thumb pressed into the palm.
With that she impaled Amanda, forcing it into Amanda up to
her wrist in one sudden push.
Amanda was finally giving it up! She threw back her head
and screamed again as Miss Rhee's hand disappeared further
inside Amanda. Now she was into her up to the wrist. I
felt alive again! I unzipped my fly and pulled out my
cock, stroking it as I watched, wanting to join in but
afraid of missing something if I did. As I watched, Miss
Rhee began to pump her arm in and out of Amanda, the
muscles in her upper arm straining as she fought Amanda's
body for control.
" NNOOO...... ARRGGHHEEEE!"
Amanda was screaming non-stop now. Miss Rhee's arm punched
its way inside Amanda's cunt, slowly sinking deeper and
deeper into the larger woman. I thought I could see the
fist moving under Amanda's skin, like some invading snake
twisting and butting its way into her womb. Amanda's big
strong body moved around Miss Rhee's invading arm, trying
to escape it, trying to crush it. But she couldn't. The
arm invading her continued to penetrate deeper and deeper.
Now Amanda looked like a human size puppet controlled by
the tiny Miss Rhee. In response to each twist and thrust
of Miss Rhee's arm, Amanda danced and arched on the bed,
moving helplessly in response to the hand inside her,
Amanda's screams marking each inch of progress by Miss
Rhee's tiny fist. Miss Rhee's arm was soon sunk up to the
elbow inside Amanda. She was thrusting into Amanda with
her entire strength, twisting her arm and battering at
Amanda's womb as Amanda frantically danced on her back in
response. It was as if she wanted to reach inside Amanda
and tear her heart out. I could not wait any longer. I
straddled Amanda's head with my body, my cock raking across
her agonized face. As she screamed again, I thrust into
her open mouth. I gripped her thrashing head with both
hands and raped her mouth. Uncaring of the teeth raking
over my cock, I thrust deep into her, battering the back of
her throat with the tip of my cock. She screamed around my
cock, her tongue inadvertently, wetly caressing me as I
fucked her warm mouth. I could feel the jarring, feel her
body move in response to Miss Rhee's arm battering against
her womb. I locked her head back so that I could stare
into her eyes as I raped her, raped Amanda's face- raped
her, not some anonymous hole. I thrust into her throat as
deeply as I could while at the sametime Miss Rhee was doing
the same to her other hole. Together we used Amanda's
screaming, thrashing, helpless body, penetrating deeper
into Amanda than she had ever experienced before or even
through possible. I felt as if my cock and Miss Rhee's
hand would meet somewhere inside Amanda if only we could
keep this up. And I could see from the fear in Amanda's
eyes that she had the same thought.
I fucked Amanda's mouth relentlessly. The head of my cock
butting against her gullet, the underside riding over her
tongue. I didn't care if her teeth scraped over my cock.
I watched Amanda's face turn red from lack of air as I fuck
her mouth. Hard to scream and breath, especially when
there is a large cock in your mouth. Every few minutes I
would slow down to let her catch a breath of air. Then it
was back to battering her throat. She continued to scream
as Miss Rhee and I invaded her body from opposite ends.
Then the screams increased. Turning my head to the right,
I realized why. Miss Rhee's other hand had also
disappeared into Amanda's body. One hand was sunk up to
the elbow inside Amanda's cunt. The other arm had
disappeared halfway to the elbow into Amanda's gang raped
asshole. Miss Rhee was alternating thrusts- now thrusting
into Amanda's asshole with one arm, now thrusting into
Amanda's cunt with the other- in a two stroke rhyme like an
old steam engine. Every hole in Amanda's abused body was
filled- to a depth which she had never before experienced.
I was half way down her throat. Miss Rhee was to her womb-
maybe beyond- and deep in Amanda's asshole. I could see
Miss Rhee's arms struggling inside Amanda, fighting for
room where there wasn't suppose to be any
. I don't know how long we continued. It seemed forever-
especially to Amanda. Harder and harder we fucked her,
trying to beat Amanda's strong body into submission with my
cock and her fists. I felt as if my cock were made of
iron; as if it was a weapon with which to bludgeon Amanda,
to rape her mouth. And I felt as if I could go on raping
her mouth, stretching it around my cock, forever. I could
hear Miss Rhee's ragged breathing and the harsh guttural of
her curses as she pumped her arms in and out of Amanda,
along with a new sound. Now I could hear a wet, sucking
sound coming from Amanda, the sound of wet flesh impacting
on wet flesh. It took me a minute to realize that it was
coming from Amanda's cunt. Soon, I could see her juices
covering Miss Rhee's arm, shining in the room's lights.
Suddenly, I could feel Amanda's body tightening. Then I
could feel her shaking underneath me. It was as if she was
having some sort of fit, an epileptic fit maybe. For a
second I thought she was choking. I pulled half way out to
let her breath, but the shaking continued. Unbelievable!
THE SLUT WAS CUMMING! We were raping every hole in her
body, and Major Slut was cumming!
The sight of her cumming drove me over the edge. I thrust
as deep into Amanda's throat as I could as she bucked
underneath me and held it there until I came. I filled her
with my hot cum. The cum shot out of my cock in burst
after burst of hot sperm. With each burst, I pulled my
still hard cock a little further out of her throat, so that
by my fourth burst of cum I was no longer dumping my cum
directly down her throat but shooting it onto her tongue.
I wanted her to taste it! I wiped the last drops of my cum
on her face, smearing my shirking cock over her lips and
cheek as I stared into her open, blank eyes, her body still
shaking as she rode out the Mother of all climaxes.
to be continued.
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