Hearing those news reports on TV about that Army sex scandal at Aberdeen brings back memories for me, memories of the best sex I ever had -courtesy of the U.S. Army. I mean, how many men in this day and age can truthfully say that they have owned a woman against her will. Not just any woman, but his boss- in my case, a female officer. And not just used her himself, but forced her to display herself in front of and even give herself to a dozen other men, all of whom she hated. You've never heard about this; the Army was pretty good about covering the whole thing up. But it is worth remembering, even if only here. It was back in 1993, in Korea. I was in the 8th Army's signal brigade then. I'd joined to be an infantryman and was a good one; but after my own fucking track ran over my left foot on the last day of the Gulf War, I was profiled out of the Infantry and into the Signal Corp. I was a staff sergeant by then so I tried to stick it out to get my twenty, but I just couldn't take all the technical crap seriously. Nor could I take the REMF-weenies I had to work for and with seriously. After you've been in combat- after you've killed a man in battle, it's awfully hard to fit in with a bunch of glorified TV repairman.

Not surprisingly, I didn't do well in my new field. I could see the end of my military career fast approaching. Finally, they stuck me in the brigade's version of Siberia, an old communications relay station off the southern coast of Korea. It was just a little compound with a half dozen Quonset huts left over from the Korean War surrounded by a high fence. Above the huts on the top of a hill were the antennas. Despite the small size of the compound, the Army had taken possession of half the land on the island, leaving the local population barely enough land to squat on. The station had once been the link between Korea and Okinawa. Then satellites came in, and the place was no longer necessary. They kept it in case the satellite was shot down or more likely just out of habit. Anyway, since it did nothing other than the occasional test message there was very little to screw up. So it became the dumping ground for the misfits of the brigade. I was the NCO in charge working under an alcoholic Captain I ran the place even though I didn't know shit about the technical side of it. Luckily, there wasn't a whole lot to do. I had eleven enlisted men, 10 signal types and a medic. They were all assholes or fuck-ups, which is why they were there. Most thought that they were badasses, but their previous bosses just hadn't understood how to handle them. I did. The first day I was there I found the biggest one of them, the toughest guy in the unit, and beat the shit out of him. It wasn't hard; these signal types tend to be weenies. Most had never been in a real fight in their lives. Growing up hardscrabble in Oklahoma, I've been in plenty. I learned that it didn't matter so much how big you were, just how willing you were to take the pain of being hit. I didn't mind getting hit a few times if that meant I could get my licks in. That's what I had on these guys. They were afraid of being hurt; I wasn't. This asshole had fifty pounds on me. But when I kept coming after he hit me a few times, he folded, just curled up and cried as I pounded him. I didn't have any trouble with the men after that. I had ten Koreans working there too. They were the guards who manned 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 $66,000 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.

MAJOR SLUT: Part 2 by conwic@aol.com

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 bronco. You had to wear the bronco down, ride em until they had nothing left to fight you with. When the bronco 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.

I spent that night with her and then moved in the next morning for good. I let her sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed when I wasn't using her. Since I had to spend some time running things in the detachment, I'd leave her chained to the foot of the bed during the day with a blanket, a bedpan, and a few puffs of the pipe to keep her quite. I kept her hands cuffed behind her back. In the afternoons I'd come back and play with my new toy. As soon as I got in the door, I'd take her on the bed. Either I'd throw her on her back and fuck her cunt, or I'd stand her on her feet, bend her face first over the bed, and sodomize her. I'd take her hard; I didn't worry about "her" satisfaction. She was my slut. Amanda had no choice but to lie there under me, moaning from the pain, enduring it because she had to- and for her puff or two of opium. Her ass was still tight , surprisingly so for someone I knew had been married a couple of times. I fixed that easily enough though. I got a small cucumbers from the cook and forced it up her ass, leaving it there during the day while I was out of the room. She did manage to shit the first one out, but I stopped that. I made her eat it as a punishment. The others stayed put. After I was satisfied, I'd take her into the shower, the only private shower in the compound, and wash us both down. Her arms were still cuffed; I'd hold her in the shower stream as I soaped and washed her, then myself. I'd make her kneel before me and do her hair. Once I washed the soap out of her hair, I'd just use one hand in her hair to hold her face still and then use the other hand to feed her my cock. Sometimes it took almost an hour of sucking before I was ready to shoot again, but I had the time, and Amanda had no choice. Then, if she had been good, I'd give her some food and her opium. If she had not been good, I'd use some more of that red pepper paste on her sensitive sex and my belt on her muscular ass. For someone who was obviously smart, she was a very slow learner. I had to use the red peppers and my belt a lot. She was obstinate. But then, even the opium can't really change a person's character.

Unfortunately, our little honeymoon couldn't last forever. I could sense the growing uneasiness among the men about the Major's disappearance. I needed to do something before one of them broke and alerted someone. The answer was simple, if ingenious. I would make them my accomplishes in crime. They were going to become shareholders, like in a big corporation, except Amanda's assets were centered between her legs. I was going to give each of them a piece of Major Amanda Thompson. Then once they were personally involved, they would be too afraid to got to anyone in authority. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. Having her pull a train would solve two problems at once, the problem of keeping the men quiet and Amanda's continued resistance. I figured it would finally break her.

I set it up in the showers of the common latrine, a cinder block building at the south end of the compound. First I tied a doped Amanda in the showers and gave her a quick cleaning so she'd be ready for the evening. She looked so good bent over like that, I had to use her cunt for a quick fuck. After I fucked her and fixed her up a little, I left, locking the outside door on my way out. Then I sought out the three most despicable of the assholes I had working for me- Wilson, Jones, and Sanders. These guys would fuck their own mothers, if they knew who she was. I found them in the club, drinking. I joined them for a couple as I ask them how they felt about the Major. Some of their suggestions on things they would like to do to "The Bitch" were so crude even I was impressed. Then I offered them the chance to actually do some of these things. They were interested, but thought I was bullshitting them. I told them to follow me and led them to the latrine. I unlocked the door and led them inside. When they saw what was in the showers, the three of them just stood there, too surprised to move or even speak until Sanders finally broke the spell with a reverent "Mother-fucker". Amanda stood in the center of the showers. She was bent over, her hands had been tied behind her back with rope and then pulled up and tied to the overhead pipes to force her to bend double. I'd taken another piece of rope and made a figure eight around her chest and back with the middle of it, letting the rough rope encircle and squeeze the bases of her hanging breasts. I tied the ends to the showerhead pipes on opposite walls; I wanted something to hold her upright when things got rough. Even if her legs gave way- as they probably would, she would remain upright, suspended in a sort of swing or cat's cradle of hemp rope. Of course, when she did put her weight on these ropes, she'd drop a few inches, putting even more strain on her arms and shoulders. Her feet were spread and tied to the ends of the broomstick. I had blindfolded her with a piece of tape, but she was not gagged. I had her in some high heels I'd found in her room. It did wonders for her ass. With the heels she was taller than my three Judas's, so I put a wooden pallet in front of her and behind her for them to stand on. To give the boys a hint about what I expected of them, I had put up a banner on the wall behind her. I spray painted FTA- an old Army slogan- on a sheet in big black letters and then filled in the message with a red laundry marker so it read- Fuck Thompson's Ass. I decorated her too. Her gold oak leaf was imbedded in her right nipple, and sticking out of her cunt- its way well greased by my come- was her name plate, sunk up to the A at the end of AMANDA. When I'd left, it was suck up to the T in THOMPSON. She was moaning a little and struggling weakly against her ropes. She was high from the opium, but not so high that she didn't know what was happening. With the opium in her, I knew that Amanda would have a pretty high tolerance for pain. So, I had a little something to motivate her to cooperate with my plans.

I had a TA-312. That's an old style Army field telephone, one having its own little hand cranked generator included inside the small rectangular box attached to the phone. It was small, but it was powerful enough to put out a pretty good voltage. Even better, it had a low amperage, so it wasn't going to be lethal, just painful. At least I thought it wouldn't, assuming I kept it away from her heart. I got the idea about the field telephone from a book I read once - something called THE QUESTION -about the way the French Paras in Algeria used something like it to torture rebels back in the 60's. I filed that idea away in my mind after I read it; I'd never had a chance to use it - until now. I had tried it out on myself once, attaching one lead to my elbow, holding the other in my fingers, and giving the crank a turn with my other hand. The current went from the wire held by my fingers to the wire on my elbow. It had a kick like a mule; I felt like a firecracker had gone off in my fingers. The pain was at my fingers, but all the muscles between my fingers and elbow convulsed, jerking my arm around. But it didn't leave any marks, just the initial pain and a strange tingling for a while until the fingers stopped twitching. Scared the shit out of me though! I thought it would be just the thing for Amanda.

I could see that her head had come up now, as she heard several voices. She started looking around instinctively- the blindfold kept her from seeing who was there. She called out softly, "Who's there?" and then "Please..help me?" The three men, realizing that she could not see them, began to play with her, surrounding her and running their hands over her body. Amanda screamed and begged them to stop of course, but that only encouraged them to be more bold. Sanders knelt behind her and used his fingers to spread her cunt lips open. He thrust his face into her sex and crowed, " Prime pussy!" , then began nipping at her as Amanda tried to escape his unwanted attentions by wiggling her ass. Nineteen year old Wilson was working on her breasts, squeezing and pulling on the hanging globes as the older, female officer moaned helplessly above him. Jones had his mouth up against her ear, telling her God knows what- probably some pervert thing he was going to do to her. Amanda was frantic at being manhandled by her own soldiers, fighting the ropes and moaning softly between demanding that they leave her alone The men ignored her, continuing to paw her nude body like it was a new toy. I let them have their fun as I attached one of the wires from the TA-312 to her left leg. I tightly wrapped the exposed copper wire several times around her muscular leg above the knee. I held the other end in my hand, the small twisted ball of exposed copper wire held at the end of a short pointer like piece of bamboo. Once I turned the crank, the current would flow from the contact on the pointer through her body to the wire wrapped around her leg. The faster I turned the crank, the greater the charge. In the book, they had attached one of the two leads to the man's balls. Amanda didn't have any of those,but she did have something sticking out of her that would do as a substitute, her brass name plate. I'd start with that.

"Cumbucket" I ordered, " Tell us how much you want to have your ass fucked!" She just shook her head and replied softly, "NO, . I won't play your game, you BASTARD!"

She was feeling feisty. I waved the men back, and touched the contact on the end of the pointer to the metal name plate. Amanda was, of course, still blindfolded. She couldn't see what was coming. Then I turned the crank- just a single turn. Amanda screamed and - despite being tied to the pallet- jumped an inch into the air. I could see her body trembling. She had no idea what I had done to her. She just knew it hurt. It must have felt like a firecracker going off inside her cunt. Still , I was surprised that it would be that painful with just a single turn; the surprise and not knowing what was being done to her were probably worse than the physical pain, what with the opium in her system and all So, figuring if one is good then two will be better, I gave her another shock, two quick rotations of the handle. Amanda screamed - a long, loud, wonderful "AAWWGGHEEEE!"- as her leg twitched and shook where the current ran between the ground wire wrapped around her muscular leg and the metal plate inside her cunt. The blindfolded woman shook her head and moaned.

"Now Cumbucket,.... tell us how much you want to have your slut ass fucked!"

"OK..OK..PLEASE FUCK MY ASS...............YOU' RE GOING TO DO IT ANYWAY YOU BASTARD!"

I still didn't like her attitude, and I wasn't ready to stop yet. I was having fun. I gave her another blast, four or five turns this time. Amanda screamed her lungs out now, even after the current stopped. I could see the left leg still twitching as the muscles convulsed. I knew that she was frightened and shaken by the shock, so frightened that she was still trembling even after I removed the pointer. My three Judas's just grinned and watched, all three rubbing their crotches as they stared at Amanda.

"WELL, SLUT?"

Now she really began to beg, saying: " I...I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY ASS..PLEASE..FUCK MY ASS. .I BEG YOU .. I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!"

Then I ask her how much the boys should have to pay for a shot at her ass. Amanda just shook her head and said "What?" Wrong answer. I hit her again, this time touching the pointer to the sweat wet metal and sliding it up her until it touched her cunt lips. I thought I saw a spark jump from the metal to her skin.

"AWWWWGHHHEEEE!...OK, Ok, A DOLLAR...I'LL TAKE A DOLLAR.

It costs a dollar to fuck my ass. Please! don't do that again. I'll do whatever you want."

I thought this a bit high myself. So I started to turn the crank again. By now she knew what that grinding sound meant. She tried to twist away from the sound , but the ropes held her. I brought the pointer closer and closer to her trembling body. This time I was after a different target. I pressed it lightly against the hood of her large clit and watched the results. They were spectacular. She threw her head back and howled. Even with the opium, it must have felt like I'd pushed a red hot poker against that sensitive part of her sex. Her entire body shook with pain and fear as I cranked that thing for all it was worth again and again. I wondered if she knew what I was using on her; maybe she thought I had used a red hot poker on her cunt.

"AWWWGGHEEEE! NOTHING!...It doesn't cost you anything to fuck my ass.. Its free. Just do it and get it over with. Please ."

I was sure of the change in the tone of her voice by that time, a change from defiant to cringing. The Major was ready.

Well, boys" I said, " The Major gave you an order to fuck her ass. I guess you better do what she says. I think you should give her something for it though. Even if she doesn't think her ass is worth anything. We'll say a penny. How's that boys? Just put a penny on her back before you fuck her ass. That OK with you Major Cumbucket?"

"Yes,...Yes, just do it. A penny is fine. Please ..I'll...I'll do whatever you want. Please don't hurt me again!", she replied in a small, scared voice.

The first penny hit her sweaty back about 1 second later, and then Sanders was in her ass. I'd greased her up before hand so he just slid in. Amanda gave a cry and jerked in her ropes; that was all she could do. I wondered what she was thinking now, what with a man- a subordinate who was at least 10 years younger than she was - fucking her in the ass like a she bitch. Amanda was moaning constantly as Sanders plowed her ass, jerking her back and forth as he pulled her onto his cock. He lasted only a few minutes; the thrill of sodomizing "Major Bitch" got to him quickly. Then he pulled out, leaving her open and dripping his come. Jones threw his penny onto her back where the sweat held it fast as it had the first coin, leaving two small, shiny coins on her broad, muscular back I waved him back for a moment and put my mouth close to Amanda's ear, letting her hear the sound of the TA-312 cranking as I worked the generator's handle with one hand.

"Tell us you want another ass fuck, slut. Say- Please Sir, may I have another !"

She choked on the words at first; or rather on the humiliation of saying them. But she got them out between sobs, saying "PLeaseee..Sir..May..May I have another?"

Part 3 By conwic@aol.com

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 bitch 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.

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