Part 7
By conwic@aol.com
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.
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 vocational
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, all 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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