the gate, the cooks, and the houseboys who did all the cleaning while
the GI's lived like pigs. The head Korean was a fellow named Kim. He
like all the others was from the island. They were a clannish bunch,
like the hillbillies back in the States, where everybody marries their
cousins, and they don't trust anyone who wasn't born there. I knew
enough to stay on his good side and let him run things with the other
Koreans. After a couple of months, Kim started sucking up to me,
buying me drinks and fixing me up with freebies with the waitress at
our little club- Miss Rhee- who did a little whoring on the side. I
knew that he had a reason for this, and that it probably involved
something illegal. At least I hoped it did; I would need some money
for a new start when they turned me out of the Army. But I played it
dumb until he worked up the nerve to make me an offer. Like the
moonshiners in the States, the islanders were short of land; they had
to find a more profitable crop than the turnips and rice the farmers
grew on the mainland. So, they grew a little opium which they sold to
the Korean version of the Mafia in Seoul. Seems it was quite stylish
for the Korean Yuppies to smoke the stuff. I believed him about the
stuff going to Koreans; I'd never heard of soldiers buying opium from
Koreans. I like to think that I would have stopped him then if the
customers had been GI's, but I doubt it. What he needed from me was
simple enough. I'd look the other way- and make sure everybody else
did the same- while Kim's family grew the poppies on some of the land
belonging to the Army, land which was off limits to the Korean police.
I'd also help him transport the raw opium by using the site's supply
truck to deliver the stuff to the mainland on its 3 times a week
supply run, allowing him to get it to his buyers even though the
Korean police were watching everybody and everything which used the
ferry to the mainland. In return he would pay me $1000 per 5 kilo
sack delivered. We bickered a while. I settled for $1200 per sack.
Suddenly, my post Army prospects didn't look so bad.
Things went beautifully for six months. By then, I had $36,000 in a
bank in the Bahamas. I was happy, and I kept everyone else happy. I
was paying Miss Rhee to keep the troops happy. A little free sex from
her and a relaxed schedule- no formations, no PT, no shit details-
kept their noses out of my business. The Captain was even easier. I
just kept him supplied with booze. Only I was a little too generous.
He drank himself to death before I had the $100,000 that was my goal.
Still, I figured that his replacement would be just as fucked up as he
was.
I was wrong. I learned later that his replacement, Major Amanda
Thompson, was not exiled there as punishment because she fucked up but
because she wouldn't sleep with the Brigade Commander. Just my luck.
I'd never had a female commander and didn't much like the idea. It
didn't seem right to me. You see, most of my experience with women
has been with the whores around Army bases; that's what I thought of
when someone said "woman"- a life support system for a pussy. Major
Thompson was definitely different from the women I was familiar with.
She was tall for a woman, almost six feet. Hard to tell how old she
was by looking at her; she was in great shape physically. Initially I
guessed she was about 28 or 29, awfully young for a Major. Later I
found she was 36. She looked to be built, even wearing those baggy
BDU's. Her face fascinated me. With her short, reddish brown hair
and lack of make up, she should have looked mannish. But she didn't;
she looked both strong and feminine. Maybe it was those cheekbones or
her full lips. Whatever the reason, I thought she was the best
looking woman I ever saw. I wanted her. The fact that she was an
officer helped too. That and the fact that I knew that she didn't
want me- didn't want any man so far as I could tell- made her all the
more desirable. She was unattainable. She was a challenge.
She was also a problem. Unfortunately, she knew what she was doing.
She restarted formations and PT immediately, much to the horror of the
men. I kept in pretty good upper body shape, and I didn't have to
run with her because of the profile on my foot. Still, I had a hard
time matching her. She smoked the rest of the men, totally humiliated
them, during PT. And she seemed to enjoy doing it. She knew the job
technically and soon knew that I didn't. Things were looking bad.
She was bound to find out about the opium eventually. Hell, it only
took her a week to figure out about Miss Rhee's part time work and ban
her from the compound. Which, since she had restricted everyone to
the compound until we met her standards, meant nobody was getting any
sex. Including me! Major Thompson became an obsession with me.
Since I couldn't have her, I had to have her. Finally, I decided that
I had nothing to lose. Kim wasn't about to let me out of our deal-
alive. If I did nothing, I was bound to end up in Leavenworth anyway.
I might as well take her down; it was my only chance to get out of
this clean. I had nothing to lose and a great deal- her- to gain..
By the end of her second week Major Thompson had every man in the
unit cursing her, calling her the "Major Bitch", and just generally
hating her guts. I knew then that most would jump at the chance to
pay her back for the way she had taken away their comfortable life
style. The few who were afraid of what that entailed, were too afraid
of me to be willing to do anything to save her. It was a simple
matter to have my partner Kim persuade the Korean cook to lace her
meals with a gradually increasing chunk of raw opium from our stock.
With the red peppers that the Koreans put in everything, she never
knew anything was wrong with the food. I would watch the Major eat it
everyday, thinking of what was in store for her. The thought never
failed to give me an incredible hard on! The drugs seemed to have
little or no effect for the first two days. Except for nodding off at
her desk a few times, she didn't show any signs of the drug that I
could see. By the third day I was wondering if the potency of the
drug had been weakened by the heat of the food. I needn't have
worried. That day she began to show the drugs effects. Now she
alternated between catatonia and mania, dozing off for hours and then
off handedly issuing a flood of orders which made no sense. The men
around her began to get use to ignoring her orders. On the fifth day
she reached the point of no return. She passed out in the club after
eating her doctored lunch, right in front of about half the
detachment. No one made a move to help her. I knew then that I had
her.
I left her there until the room cleared as everyone else returned to
their jobs. Then I got her up, which was no easy task since she was
almost as tall as I am and weighed at least 150 pounds. It was all
prime woman though, she didn't have a trace of flab on her body. I
carried her to her room, which was in the Quonset hut furthest from
the club. I staggered into the room cursing my crippled foot every
inch of the way and dumped her on her bed.. As she lay on her back, I
checked her breathing. It was strong and regular. She didn't stir
when I shook her; Major Thompson was oblivious to the world. I
unbuttoned her fatigue jacket and then her pants, struggling a little
with her dead weight. I stripped those off her, leaving her in her
Army green T shirt and some skimpy white panties. Without the
uniform, she was starting to look very feminine to me. In a second, I
had her T shirt and her bra off, revealing a pair of perfect breasts-
soft, solid globes even with her on her back- topped by the largest
nipples I've ever seen. Even asleep, they were the size of my little
finger. I reached over to them and rolled the warm flesh between my
fingers. It hardened slightly. I bent over and put my mouth to her
left nipple, opening my mouth and sucking the nub. I began to use my
teeth on it. Then it really got hard, and big. I savored her taste
for a moment- clean, warm, and a little salty on my tongue- before I
let her breast go and started to strip off her panties. The Major - I
still thought of her as the Major- had a trimmed bush of auburn hair,
cut as short as the hair on her head and shaven around the sides into
a bikini cut. Judging by the tan line, she liked to wear a very small
bikini. She must have been quite a tease around the officers' club
pool back in Seoul, before she was exiled to this dump. I spread her
legs to find that she also shaved her cunt lips, leaving them bare and
slightly reddish. The inner lips of her cunt protruded slightly,
giving her cunt that well used look I like in my women. The prospects
were looking better every minute. She may have been a ball breaking
bitch, but she had a body built like the proverbial brick shit house.
Once she was nude, I ran my hands over her. Her still lightly tanned
skin felt warm and , the muscles firm and resilient under the pressure
of my hands. I moved my hands to her breasts and then down her flat
stomach to her cunt. I ran my hands all over her body, feeling the
first thrill of ownership as she lay there, oblivious to my touch. It
was like Christmas morning, when you just had to touch your new toys
to make sure they were really there. I had to try out my new toy. I
would have liked her to be awake the first time I fucked her. I
wanted to hear her beg and cry and scream. But I knew that there
would be plenty of time for that later.
I stripped, keeping my eyes on her every minute. I was as hard as I
have ever been. In a moment I had her legs bent back to her breasts
and was inside her. She was dry and hot; the first strokes were
almost painful for me because she was so dry. But I didn't care. She
lay under me as I fucked her, making those groaning sounds a person
makes when they're having a nightmare, just before they wake up. But
Major Thompson didn't wake up. The pain of the friction went away
after a few strokes. In a moment, I was plowing into her, making her
breasts shake with my thrusts. I was shouting into her face as it
stared up at me, eyes closed and expressionless. I called her a
whore, a bitch, a cunt. I called her a lot of things, none of them
the sort of thing a sergeant would normally say to an officer. I
guess I lasted about 4 or 5 minutes, what with the initial pain and
the way she just lay there. I left her cunt dripping my cum and went
back to the matters at hand.
I had a pair of handcuffs from the unit's stores. I put these on her
wrists and then used a chain to secure them to the metal frame at the
head of the bed. I tied her feet to the opposite sides of the frame
at the foot of the bed, leaving her cunt exposed. The way the bed was
positioned, she was looking into the mirror over the battered dresser
that was, other than the table and chair, all the room's furniture.
When she woke up, her cunt would be the first thing she saw. I took
the toilet brush from the small bathroom built into the back corner of
the room and shoved it- handle end first- into her cum draped cunt.
Then I watched her for a while. Finally, I took her panties- the ones
she had worn all day- and waded them up. I put them in her mouth and
tied them in there with one of her bootlaces, wrapping it around her
head two or three times. When I left, I didn't turn off the light. I
wanted her to see herself in the mirror when she came to- nude, bound,
and with a toilette brush sticking out of her cunt.
Once she was my captive, I put things back to what they had been
before the Major arrived. I stopped the formations and the PT. I
even brought Miss Rhee back to the club and paid her to give every man
a free fuck. This kept them too occupied with her to ask questions
about the Major. Kim was a little harder to satisfy. I had to agree
to drop my price for a sack by $300 before he was willing to keep me
supplied with the raw opium I needed.
About every 6-7 hours, I would check on my captive. Amanda- after
fucking her I felt on more familiar terms, too familiar for the use of
rank anymore- was pretty groggy since I was giving her another ball of
raw opium before the effects of the previous dose had disappeared. I
didn't say anything to her. I just shoved another one up her asshole
like a suppository. At first, she kept trying to ask me what was
happening. Or maybe why I was doing this to her. Hard to understand
a woman who has her panties in her mouth. By the next morning, Amanda,
bright bitch that she was even with the drugs in her, had begun to
realized what I was doing. Now she was trying to curse me through
that gag and no doubt threatened me with a court-martial among other
things. I just smiled and unbuttoned my BDU pants. The expression
of surprise on top of anger on Amanda's face was priceless when I
started pissing on her! I hosed her down thoroughly as she sputtered
and shrieked under that stream of hot, yellow piss. When I had
finished, she was quiet.
After another dose of the raw opium, she drifted into a kind of
trance. She didn't know what was going on around her. Amanda even
stopped trying to talk, though I sort of missed her muffled pleas and
threats. I took out her gag then. It was really soaked but not
surprisingly a lot cleaner than when I put in her mouth. I suppose
she had sucked the shit stains- her shit stains- right off those
panties. By now she was pretty compliant. I didn't have to shove the
opium balls up her ass any more; she would swallow them once I put
them in her mouth. The opium and a lot of water was all I gave her
for the next two days. During all this time, she had to lay there in
a bed soaked with her own- and my- piss, staring at her naked, bound
form in the mirror. Fortunately for Amanda, opium is constipating.
Otherwise the experience would have been even worse. As it was, I
thought it good for her sense of humility to wallow in her own wastes.
I didn't fuck her when she was like this because she stunk, but I did
have some other forms of amusement. Judging by what Kim had told me
about how the opium smokers acted, I figured that by then she was
pretty far along on becoming hooked, physically addicted. She sure
looked like an addict with her sunken eyes and vacant expression. I
wanted to keep her right on the knife's edge of addiction without
letting her go over the edge into oblivion. I wanted her to know what
I was doing to her, to feel the humiliation. I also wanted her to
crave the drug, to need it more than anything else, more especially
than her pride. I began varying the times and amounts I gave her,
actually reducing the dose. I'd let her go cold turkey for awhile
before I gave her another fix so that she stayed confused and shaky,
but aware of what was happening to her. As soon as I'd come in the
room, I could see her staring at me, looking for the drugs. I could
see the hunger in her eyes, eyes which were no longer so dull but
burned with anger. I'd make her ask, beg really, for the opium before
I'd give it to her. That was to teach her who was in charge now. I
had the upper hand here, and she was going to acknowledge it.
Besides, I liked watching her crawl. I liked hearing her beg for her
drugs- though she didn't even know what it was she was asking for.
She'd just begged for "it", " Give it to me, pleaseeee! I need it!"
I loved to hear her beg! And she gave me what I wanted- eventually.
That must have been hard for her, proud as she was. It was great,
almost sexual. Then I demanded more. I told her that she must beg me
to let her suck my cock before I would give her the opium. That got a
rise out of her. She refused, of course, and called me a "dirty, cock
sucking son-of a-bitch pervert", I think it was.. I just sat there on
the bed, toying with the little ball of opium, ignoring her. She
fought it for a long time, her eyes fixed on that ball of opium every
second. I could see her mind working, frantically trying to figure
out some way to get the opium without submitting to me. She knew
there was no way, but for a while her pride wouldn't let her give in
to me even when she began to shake and sweat. Eventually of course,
she gave in rather than deny herself the drug she craved more than
life itself. Finally she said, "All right, I'll suck your cock." I
told her that was not what I wanted; I told her that she must beg to
be allowed to suck my cock." She couldn't choked out the words. She
needed more motivation. I've had that problem with other women. So,
I decided to speed things up a little, give her a little more
motivation. It's surprising how many everyday items can be used to
inflict pain. I thought that she might need a little persuasion, so I
had brought with me some of the crushed red peppers the Koreans use to
flavor food, peppers I had the cook mix with oil to make a sticky
paste. Amazing what that stuff can do if you put a big gob of it on a
sensitive spot - like her clitoris. I spread it there and over her
cunt lips- using the handle of a hair brush- and sat back down to
watch. She was already sweating, but in about five minutes the sweat
began to pour out of her. She began to move her hips in little
circles, moaning and trying to rub herself against the bed sheets. It
must have felt like she was on fire down there! She cursed me a bit,
but I could see the pain building -along with the craving for the
opium. I just watched and waited. She made one last attempt to avoid
the inevitable before choking out a " Please.... let me....
suck...your cock." between clenched teeth. I was enjoying this.
"Sir", I told her, " you didn't say Sir" "Sir", she begged, " May I
suck your cock,.... please !" I knew what those words must have cost
her; they were no doubt more distasteful to her than the cock sucking
she was being forced to perform. The sight of her face as she said
this and the sound of her words were better than a climax for me. The
blow job was merely the desert after that. I knelt over her face and
fed her my erect cock. Amanda opened her mouth and took the head into
her mouth. I could see the tears forming in her eyes as she glared up
at me. She worked her tongue over the head of my cock, swirling it
around the head and then licking the sensitive ridge underneath for a
second before going back to the cock head and starting all over again.
Oh, she was an experienced cock sucker, no doubt about that. And she
wanted to get this over with and get her opium no doubt. I wasn't in
such a hurry. I liked the sight of my cock sticking out of her face,
the crude sucking sounds coming out of her mouth, and the way the
tears were running down her cheeks, all while her eyes were shooting
daggers of hate at me. No doubt the thought of making me a gelding
went through her mind at that point, but I figured that she won't
have enough left in her to do it, what with the desire for the drugs
and the pain she was feeling from the red hot peppers still working on
her clit. I was right. I raped her mouth, and she took it. After a
few minutes of her well educated tongue, I took her head in both hands
and began pulling her face back and forth over my cock. Gently at
first, I fucked her face, thrusting progressively harder and deeper
into her mouth as I felt the pressure of the come building in my
balls. I forced myself down her throat, burying her nose in my cock
hairs, again and again. I could hear her gagging and choking, but I
didn't care. I rode her face as long and as hard as I could, loving
the choking whimpers coming from her as I raped her mouth. I held off
for as long as I could. When I felt myself coming, I rammed my cock
in further- all the way into her throat- before I started to shoot. I
held it there so she had to swallow my juices or choke. I could
actually feel her throat constricting around my cock, squeezing the
come out of it. When I knew she had swallowed most of the load of
come, I pulled out. Then, I wiped my cock on her face, smearing the
cock head over her face, letting bits and spurts of come dribble out
onto her skin to mix with the tears. I left her with a spider's web
of white come all over her model's face. Then I wiped the burning
pepper paste off her cunt - which was a bright and angry red by
then-and gave her the opium- the climax she craved. I watched her
until she was out, dreaming -I hoped- of cocks raping her. I'd won my
first victory over Amanda; the rest would be easier.
Besides using her mouth that one time, I also kept changing the
object I kept in her cunt as the fancy struck me. One time it would
be the handle of the toilet brush, another time a round bottle of
shampoo, and even her brass name plate from her desk.. The vee shaped
solid brass name plate- carefully engraved MAJOR AMANDA THOMPSON- was
my favorite. Eventually I got it to go in all the way up to the T of
THOMPSON though it was quite a struggle the first time I did it. I
had my video camera and took some pictures of her like this. That
seemed to set her off even with the drugs in her. I'd masturbate her
with the objects in her cunt as well. When I did that after a dose
had begun to take effect but before she was in la-la land, I could see
her begin to get into it. She would be moving her hips with the
thrusts and moaning a little. Course, I didn't let her cum. I'd
stop just when she began to sweat. Then I'd smear some of the hot
pepper paste on her wet cunt lips and clit - taking care not to get
any on my skin-and walk out the door smiling, leaving her still trying
to satisfy herself by humping the thing in her cunt against the bed.
Until the peppers began to burn. Then she forgot all about sex and
started learning about pain.
By now she was getting a little too rank even for me. Particularly
after I gave her some stuff to take care of her constipation and clean
her out for what I planned next. I took the Korean houseboy aside and
ask him how he'd like to earn $50. The houseboy, a dried up old man
actually, didn't bat an eye when I told him about the special
cleaning job I wanted done. He knew that I was in tight with Kim.
And even if the GI's were unsure what was going on, I knew that the
Koreans had figured it out. Not that it mattered; as long as Kim was
backing me, they would keep their mouths shut. And after cleaning
Americans' dirty boots and toilets for 30 years, this one was more
than willing to have some fun at this American woman's expense.
I didn't go in with him. I watched from outside the single window,
having moved the shades to the side just enough that I could see in.
Amanda was coming down after the last dose. The sight of the old man
coming toward her with his brushes and pail must have at first seemed
like an answer to her prayers, as if her rescue was at hand. In her
relief, she didn't even seem to remember that she was nude with her
name plate sticking out of her cunt. He untied her legs as she
croaked out her thanks to him. But then he retied them to a length of
broom stick. I watched her face fall as her hopes of a rescue
disappeared. For a moment, she could not accept it. Then she
screamed a disbelieving "NO" and started struggling wildly, coming
apart entirely. Smiling and nodding to her as he jabbered in Korean to
himself, the old man acted just as if what he were doing were the most
routine thing in the world as he lifted her off the bed and dropped
her on her ass on the cold concrete so he could strip the sodden
bedclothes. When he had done that, he turned his attention to her.
Using a rag- and a stiff brush- he bathed her with cold water from his
pail, taking care to spend the maximum time pawing her body as he did
his cleaning. While I had told him, "no fuckee", I didn't say
anything about feeling her up as he worked. The expression on her
tear streaked face was one of total humiliation as she sat there on
the floor, nude and helpless, as someone she had treated as dirt
washed and probed her most private parts. Her anguished look as he
pulled the name plate out of her cunt and pointed to the name and
giggled before going back to cleaning her cunt with the rag was almost
enough to make me come right there. The old man took his time. I was
ready to go in and throw him out by the time he finished scrubbing and
pawing Amanda. Then he redid the bed and literally swung her back
onto it like she was a sack of cabbages. I was surprised to see the
old guy climb onto the bed with her and straddle Amanda's nude chest.
What he did next surprised- and pleased- me even more. He pulled his
withered cock out of his baggy pants and began to jack off right into
her amazed- and disgusted- face. It took him some time, and the old
man was wheezing like his ticker was about to give out by the time he
was ready to shoot. But shoot he did, covering her face with his
come. It hit her right between the eyes, and ran in a thick stream
down the right side of her nose and onto her cheek, marking her as it
dried on her skin. I knew the humiliation of this must be tearing
Amanda apart. All; in all, it was the best $50 I ever spent.
I let her go cold turkey for about another hour. In the meantime, I
went back to my small cubical and had a drink as I tried to calm down.
When I could not wait any longer I went back to Amanda's room. I
pulled up a chair beside the bed and sat down. She looked back at me
with a mixture of hatred and desire. She knew that I had the drug she
needed. She begged me for it. She was quite a sight with her right
cheek was still covered with the old man's dried, sticky come - though
she had made some headway in washing it off with her tears. I left
the come on her face,; it made her look and, I figured, feel like a
slut. I told her that too, about how she looked like a slut with the
come dried on her face and about how she should get use to the feeling
of cum on her face. I could see the humiliation in her face at my
words, but it was the drugs which really occupied her mind. She
begged and cried out for the opium as she lay stretched out there on
the bed.. I watched her shake and sweat for a while, not saying a
word, just smoking on a cigarette as I watched her. .I had one of the
little balls of opium in my hand. As she watched and licked her lips
hungrily, I rolled it around in my hand to soften it and then put it
in the bowel of an opium pipe that Kim had provided. The pipe was
new. I wanted to have more control over the amount of opium she
received, to be able to dole it out a little at a time instead of
giving her hours of oblivion. I was getting tired of having her
unconscious for 4 to 6 hours at a time. I could see Amanda's eyes
following every movement of the opium ball, the hunger apparent in her
eyes and even in her face. While she stared at the opium, I stared at
her. The sight of her clean, nude body- and the contrast to her come
smeared face- was beginning to have the same hypnotic effect on me
that the opium was having on her. Tied as she was, I could clearly
see her bare cunt lips. Amanda had forgotten what modesty she had
left as she concentrated on the opium I held in my hand. The sight of
it excited her. I don't know if it was all the physical addiction
either. I think she saw a little of what was coming and wanted the
oblivion the opium offered as much as the physical relief. Her
nipples, standing out like little towers on top of their large, bright
red aureoles, excited me. The way she was slightly bent back by the
ropes left her heavy breasts pointing at the ceiling excited me.
Amanda's labored breathing made them move invitingly, like she was
offering them to me. Best of all , the arrogance of her face was gone
now, replaced by a desperation which was a pleasure to behold. She
looked better this way, I remember thinking. Now her come covered
face was still strong, but it looked so much more feminine; her hazel
eyes no longer dangerous but pleading. Her body had did not shown any
effects from her captivity or the drugs yet. It was still compact,
muscular but very female with her large breast and flat stomach,
glistening now with her own sweat. It was time to put that body to
work.
I lit the pipe and held it out to her, telling her to draw in the
smoke and hold it. She tried, losing the first puff in a fit of
coughing. She managed to captured the second puff. I pulled the pipe
away as soon as she took her third puff. In a moment, her features
softened somewhat as the drug took effect, taking the rough edges off
her craving but not satisfying it by any means. Having demonstrated
to her that I had the power to meet her need, I set the pipe aside and
grabbed the broom handle securing her legs.. Then I flipped her over
onto her stomach, her hands still handcuffed and chained to the bed
frame. I took a jar of Vaseline out of my pocket and put some on my
finger. I probed her asshole with it, smearing the slippery salve
inside her tight sphincter. When I penetrated her there with my
finger, Amanda let out a low "GOD NOOOO!". I could see the
realization that I was about to sodomize her had shaken her as much as
anything I had done so far. When I had her rear greased, I stripped
and greased my own cock. Then I lay on top of her, fitting my body to
the curves of her body.
Amanda smelled of soap, sweat, and fear, the finest perfume I have
ever experienced. I covered her back with my body as I used one hand
to guide myself against her tiny star shaped sphincter. I rubbed my
hardening cock into the crack of her greasy ass, planting my head
inside her. I wanted her to know what was going to happen to her, so
as I probed her spectacular body, I was whispering in Amanda's ear. I
told her how she was now my whore, that she would be fucking me in
exchange for those drugs she wanted so much. I told her that she was
now a slut; that she was just a whore, fuckpiece, a cumbucket. Then
I took her nub size nipple in the fingers of my other hand and
squeezed as hard as I could until she responded, choking out " A
SLUT...A WHORE..A CUMBUCKET!" in response to my command to " Tell me
what you are!". The sound her sobs and of the catch in her voice as
that very proud woman humiliated herself- called herself a Cumbucket
and a Whore- almost made me come then and there.
Instead, I got down to business. Spreading her firm ass cheeks with
my other hand, I wedged the head of my cock- now as hard as an iron
bar-deeper into her spinster. Amanda's body was too weakened by her
prolonged bondage to resist me for long. Slowly, I pried her ass
cheeks open as my cock burrowed its way inside her. God, she was
tight. Despite her two marriages, I don't think anyone ever took her
this way before. I had to stop when I was half way in; it felt as if I
had put my cock into a vise. I wrapped my arms around her slippery
body and hugged her, using my hips to inch my cock deeper and deeper
into her. Amanda's whole body shook as the power of her sobs
convulsed her body. I had never - and haven't since- felt anything so
hot and so tight as her asshole that night. As I sank deeper into
her, I began fucking her ass. In seconds, I was plowing into Amanda
like a jackhammer. All the while, I whispered into her ear.
"CAN YOU SQUEAL LIKE A PIG, SLUT?...LET'S HEAR YOU SQUEAL,
BITCH......NOW .SQUEAL!"
While I raped her, Amanda was crying and moaning, her body shaking as
I fucked her ass. I had her trapped between my body and the bed as I
butt fucked her helpless ass and mauled her sore breasts. Soon, she
was doing just what I told her to do- squealing like a stuck pig as I
raped her ass. It felt as if my cock was being gripped by a hot, wet
fist, skinning it brutally each time I forced my way into her. The
alternating "EEEGHHH"s and sobs coming from her drove me to the
edge. I held on as long as I could, concentrating on trying to crush
each of her thimble size nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
When I came, it felt like the top of my head was going to blow off. I
filled her ass, and then I held onto her now sweat soaked, slippery,
firm body as I tried to get my breath back. I could feel the come
trickling out of her, running down my shrinking cock and off my balls.
Amanda's body was still shaking with her sobs as I pulled out of her.
I left her on the bed as I poured myself a drink from the Major's
stash -Southern Comfort I think it was. When I had my breath back, I
flipped her onto her back and sat beside her on the bed, sipping on
her liquor. I toyed with her breasts again as I watched her face. I
could see the fear there in her face. There was a lot more of it
there now. This reminded me of the days when I was a boy, working for
my Son of a Bitch uncle back on his ranch in Oklahoma. Breaking the
Major was like breaking a bronc. You had to wear the bronco down,
ride em until they had nothing left to fight you with. When the bronc
reached that point, you had its attention. Then you could start
training them. I figured that I had Amanda's attention now!
I stood beside the bed. I took one hand and rested it in her short,
reddish hair. I looked down at her tear stained face and smiled. I
gave her another hit from the pipe as her reward, and then cleaned the
come off her face with my finger. I wiped the scum off my finger by
running the finger across her full lower lip. I just watched her for
15 or 20 minutes as she relaxed, exhausted by her ordeal and soothed
by the drug. Then I Leaned into her ear and whispered,
"You're mine now, Major.. I own you. You are my Slut! You won't be
needing your uniforms now. Sluts don't need clothes. You'll stay
nude from now on. But I do need for you to wear your rank as a
reminder of who you used to be. You're no longer Major Amanda
Thompson. Now you're just a warm hole, a cumbucket. But I'll fix it
so that you get to wear that oak leaf you're so proud of all the time
- even without a uniform. I want you to have that oak leaf on when I
turn you out...when I peddle your ass to every 18 year old soldier and
Korean dishwasher on the island. That's what you do now, Slut. You
suck, and you fuck; and you take it up the ass. And then you'll say
"thank you, Sir" after the man's finished with you. I'll see to that.
Welcome to the rest of your life, Cumbucket!"
I went to the dresser and picked up a Major's dress insignia, opening
the pin on the back of the golden oak leaf. The pin was about the
size of one on a large safety pin and had a clasp on one end to lock
it in place. I sat on the bed beside her, watching her face for the
moment when she understood what it was I was about to do. She didn't
get it until I began pinching her right nipple to get the nub to
harden. Then I could see the fear appear on her face, covering it
like a mask. She pleaded quietly with me, begged me, not to do this.
She said she was sorry, though what she was sorry for I couldn't
imagine. I ignored her. I held the tip of the large nipple in two
fingers as I pressed the needle against the base of the nub with the
other hand. Her nipple was surprisingly tough; it took a great deal
of strength and a very long time- it must have seemed like an eternity
to her- to push that needle through the nipple's membrane. Her whole
body shook with her sobs, though she didn't make a sound otherwise.
When it was through, there wasn't much blood, just a drop on either
side of the penetration. Once I had it through, I locked the clasp
over the end of the needle. Now, Major Amanda Thompson was in her new
duty "uniform", nude but for the insignia of rank piercing her right
breast. I took the laundry marker I had gotten from the house boy
and wrote in indelible ink across her flat stomach, CUMBUCKET. Amanda
was ready to begin her new life.
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