Part 5
By conwic@aol.com
After I had emptied my cum onto Amanda, I climbed off her bound body and
staggered to a chair. Without emotion, drained, I watched as Miss Rhee pulled
her hands out of Amanda and took my place on Amanda's face. She took Amanda's
face in her small cum covered hands and pulled Amanda's face into her cunt. All
I could hear were the small liquid sounds of Amanda's lips and tongue working on
Miss Rhee's very wet cunt. And Miss Rhee's moans. I don't know how long she rode
Amanda's face. I watched Amanda work to satisfy Miss Rhee, bringing her organism
after organism, the smell of two women in heat heavy in the air in that small
room. I loved the smell of pussy in the night! I could feel it recharging my
cock, getting me ready for another shot at Amanda. There was no doubt in my
military mind that I had found the ultimate punishment for Amanda. There was no
one was cruel to a woman as another woman. Miss Rhee definitely knew how to hurt
Amanda in ways I'd never suspect! And to make her cum while doing it! But there
was something about this which I didn't like. Miss Rhee was just a bit too
possessive of my slut. Miss Rhee was going to need some sorting out. The thought
of doing that made my cock even harder.
But before I had a chance to sort out Miss Rhee, a letter from Amanda's younger
sister came. That put such a scare into me that I lost interest in either Amanda
or Miss Rhee- for the moment. All I could think about was whether or not the
sister suspected something. The letter worried me. It was so damn mysterious
with its:
I have to talk to you. I think you know why. I am flying out to Korea space
available. Since I'll be taking whatever is going in that direction, I don't
know exactly when I'll get there or where I'll land. I'll call you when I
arrive.
Karen
I knew a little about Amanda's family from the letters and pictures I found in
her room. And from the ones she received after she became my slut. Hard to open
your mail when your hands are tied, so I would read her mail to her. I enjoyed
reading those letters out loud to her as she lay there on the floor at my feet,
gagged and in a hog tie, her eyes glaring at me as I read her little secrets
aloud. So, I already knew that Amanda had a younger sister named Karen. I knew
she was just out of college, so I guessed she was 21 or 22. I even knew that she
had joined the Army too. There was a picture of her on Amanda's desk, all
nervous looking in her brand new Class A uniform as Amanda pinned a second
lieutenant's gold bar on her right shoulder. On the other side of Karen was an
older man, hair white but still husky, pinning a bar on her other shoulder. He,
I found, was their father; his name was Thor, if you can believe that. There was
a family resemblance all right; they were a healthy looking bunch, typical
Minnesota Swedes except for the dark hair. Karen had the same cheek bones and
wide mouth as Amanda. She was almost as tall, the same sturdy build, and had
some muscles of her own judging by another picture Amanda had with Karen in a
victory pose with 3 other girls from her college swim team. Nice body- long,
strong legs, slender waist, and a pair of breasts which almost matched
Amanda's. She was a younger version of Amanda, though her shoulder length
reddish hair softened her look compared to Amanda's butch cut. The hair and the
lost puppy dog look in her eyes made her look a lot different from the self
confident ball breaker her older sister had been. Softer definitely; weaker
maybe. In her picture, Karen seemed to be asking you to like her. And afraid
that you won't. Something Amanda would never do. I couldn't quite put my finger
on, but it was there. The letters weren't any help. She wrote once a week,
regular as clockwork, but there was nothing personal in any of Karen's letters,
no sharing of secrets with her big sis. They were more like reports to her
superior officer. I wished I 'd had some of Amanda's letters to her, but I sure
wasn't going to have Amanda writing letters to anyone. I figured that was the
problem. That little Karen must have become suspicious of the lack of letters
from Amanda. The big question was, who had she told about this suspicion.
The rational thing to do was run. I had a pile of money in that bank in the
Caribbean by now. I could just disappear. I knew that was what I should do, but
I knew that I wouldn't do it. I sweated about it for a day or so, then I just
didn't care anymore. I was going to play this thing out, take it as far as it
would go! By the time Karen's phone call arrived a day later, I was looking
forward to introducing Karen to the new Amanda and was making plans with Miss
Rhee on how to do just that. The voice on the phone didn't seem suspicious. I
told her who I was and that her sister was "tied up" at the moment and could not
come to the phone. Which was the truth; Amanda was tied up at the moment- in a
tight hog tie, her hands and feet tied together to bend her nude body into a 'U"
shape, a pair of my used underwear held in her mouth by a bootlaces, tied so
that she was lying on her belly and breasts on the cold concrete floor of our
room. Karen said that she had just arrived at the air base in Pusan and wanted
to know what to do next. I told her that Pusan wasn't far from the station and
that her sister would send the station's truck to pick her up. I told her to
just sit tight and someone would be there in an hour or so. Then I alerted Miss
Rhee- or "Mistress" Rhee as I had Amanda addressing her now- to make her
preparation, grabbed Johnson to drive, and lit out in the cargo Humvee.
It didn't take us but a little over an hour to get to the Air Force base near
Pusan. I sat there in the front seat, sweating every minute of it. The guard at
the gate just waved us through. Now I really began to get nervous. Suppose this
was a trap? At the terminal building, I looked around for men busy doing nothing
before going in, but saw no one. The area was deserted. It was the same inside.
I spotted a tall woman in the Army summer uniform easily enough. I knew it had
to be her; she looked so much like a younger version of Amanda. The big
difference was the hair. Her's was a bit shorter now but still longer, and
redder, than Amanda's- framing her face and giving her that soft, feminine look.
God, she was beautiful! Not proud beautiful like her sister, but prom queen
beautiful. But I could sense something in her just from looking at her. Or
rather the lack of something. Deep inside, I knew that she had none of her
sister's iron backbone.
" Lieutenant Thompson?"
" No, I'm Lieutenant Lutgren" She replied with a serious expression. Then she
smiled, and looked all of eighteen with her " please like me smile". It last
about a second until she remembered she wasn't suppose to smile at the enlisted
swine and went back to her serious, officer face, the one she must have learned
from her sister.
" Thompson is my sister's married name. Are you from her unit?"
" Yes, Ma am. Sorry. Major Thompson..." It seemed strange to be referring to
Amanda as Major Thompson. If I used her old rank at all, it was to call her
Major Slut. " Major Thompson sent me to pick you up. I'll get your bags."
With that I grabbed her bags and started walking, all the while waiting for the
shouts, the running men with guns. But they never appeared. She just stood there
for a minute with her mouth open, uncertain what to do; then she followed me out
to the Humvee. There were seats for three in the front of the Humvee, but it was
close. So close I could smell her- the sweat and the perfume and the flower like
scent of her hair. So close that she couldn't help but touch us every time the
vehicle swayed. And I could tell that made her uncomfortable. I had her in the
middle. She wanted to talk, even though that was next to impossible with the
noise of the diesel engine. But she went on and on, almost shouting questions
about Amanda, about Korea, about the commo station. The driver ignored her. He
just concentrated on the road like I'd told him to do. I gave her short answers,
mostly grunts, which I could see were making her uneasy. I didn't care. I was
already thinking about the next stage, about breaking her just as I had broken
her sister Amanda.
I didn't wait long to start my next stage either. As soon as we hit an empty
stretch of road, I had Johnson pull over. I got Karen- I had already made the
transition to thinking of her as Karen, my slut, rather than as the Lieutenant-
to follow me to the cargo area of the Humvee. I told her some bullshit about how
I smelled something and was afraid that a bottle of cleaning compound had broken
and was going to soak into her bags. She climbed into the small canvas enclosed
cargo area willingly enough. Threaten a woman's clothes, and she'll do anything
to save them. But there was no cleaning compound, nothing back there except her
two bags. When she turned to tell me that she didn't see anything wrong, I put
the blade of my buck knife up under her chin. She froze! I slapped a handcuff on
her left wrist and spun her around so she was facing the front of the Humvee.
Keeping the knife at her throat, I ran the other cuff around a chain I'd secured
to the spare tire which was bolted to the back of the cab and snapped it shut
around Karen's right wrist. Then I forced her to her knees and squatted on my
knees behind her, my body pressing her's into the tire, my knife still at her
throat.
" Please don't hurt me." She managed to stammer. " I'll do whatever you want"
I knew that she would. There was no fight in her, no backbone. I could feel her
eyes following the blade of my knife as I brought it up to her face and moved it
in a lazy figure eight there. She followed it like it was a snake. I could feel
her body shake with her fear. Satisfied with the impression I had made on her, I
move the knife down her body, using it to slowly cut the buttons off her light
green summer uniform blouse. I like the way she flinched each time the knife's
blade slipped between her and the blouse. It must have felt cold as ice against
her skin as it touched her. When the blouse was hanging open, I slipped the
knife under her bra between her two soft, solid breasts. I let her feel the
sharp edge of the blade against her skin as I slipped it in. That brought a
whine from her, and a little whispered "no". She gave a little sob of relief
when I turned the blade and used it to cut the bra instead of her. Then I cut
each shoulder strap and pulled the whole bra off her, leaving her nude under her
open blouse. The uniform pants were next. I unbuttoned them and forced them down
to her knees. I used the knife on her panties- light blue ones I remember. Not
very military. I cut each side of them and then pulled them free from between
her legs. I laid them on the tire in case I needed them later for a gag. But
first, I brought them to my face, covering my face with them, smelling that
glorious scent of woman. It made my cock even harder. She didn't fight me,
didn't struggle at all. Karen definitely didn't have Amanda's back bone. She
hadn't said much so far, just whimpered and cringed as the knife played over
her. But I knew that she would find her voice soon enough. I pounded on the back
of the cab to let Johnson know to start driving. The noise of the vehicle would
drown out most of the sounds she made. As the truck moved out, I left her for a
moment to pull down the canvas at the rear of the cargo compartment so no one
would see us. That left us in almost total darkness. I unbuttoned my pants and
pulled then down to let my erect cock free. I pressed my self against Karen's
back, letting my cock rest against her bare asscheeks. She jerked when my cock
touched her- like it had burned her skin. I wrapped one arm around her again,
resting the knife against one of her fear erect nipples, toying with it with the
tip of my knife. I let the other hand roam over her bare skin, feeling her flat
stomach, the weight of her other breast, the fine hairs between her legs. Karen
flinched every time I touched her, her body shaking in fear. I could smell that
fear in the sweat pouting off her now. I put my lips next to her delicate ear
and whispered to her about how beautiful she was as I inhaled her scents- the
cold sweat of her fear, her day old perfume, and the flower scent of her hair.
But, business before pleasure. With the tip of my knife bending her nipple back-
and my cock hard against her ass- I began to ask her some questions. I ask her
why she had come, who she had talked to about her trip, what did she know about
Amanda and me. She wasn't very coherent initially. She just kept begging me not
to hurt her. But I was persistent. I kept asking the same questions there in the
total darkness, whispering them into her ear in a lover's voice as my knife
pricked her nipple. Eventually, the terrorized girl's answers began to make
sense.
I learned that she didn't suspect anything. The thought that her " I'm in charge
here" big sister could ever be in trouble that she couldn't handle never crossed
her mind. She said that she hadn't told anyone about her trip. That she had been
at home on her thirty days leave after her basic officer training and before
reporting to her first duty station and just decided to come on a whim . At
first, I didn't believe her. I figured that she must have at least told her
father even if he hadn't sent her. I put the tip of my knife under that nipple
and twisted it a little. Just enough to draw a little blood as I whispered into
her ear that she was lying to me. That I'd cut her nipple off if she didn't tell
the truth. She was crying and swearing that she was telling me the truth. Then
she blurted out that she had come to Korea to face up to her big sister. To
Amanda. And to put her out of her life. From there, it all spilled out, her
whole sorry life story starting with the third grade. How all she had ever heard
when she was growing up was how great Amanda was. And how she had been expected
to be the over achiever that Amanda was in school and in sports. I heard how she
had spent her whole life trying to live up to other people's expectations of
her, expectations that she was just like Amanda. And not quite making it! Now
she just couldn't do it any longer. The visit home had been the last straw. She
told me she hated the Army; that she was a terrible officer. But when she got
home and told her father this, he won't listen to her. He still wanted her to be
a career officer like he had been and Amanda was. He kept asking her, " Why
can't you be more like Amanda?" -just like he had all her life She stormed out
of the house and to a motel. A day of crying and a bottle of liquor later, she
had decided to fly to Korea and have it out once and for all with the sister who
had dominated her life.
I had to laugh. She had finally decided to have a life of her own, finally gets
the nerve to face up to her sister, and she runs into me. This girl- and she was
a girl, not a woman like Amanda- had no luck at all! But it was great for me; I
was home free! No one would come looking for her. I'd heard all I needed from
Karen. It was time to gag her and get on with the fun part of my plan. I used
her own panties to gag her, forcing them into her mouth and tying them there
with a lace from her shoes. I hoped she enjoyed the womanly taste of the panties
she had worn for the last 10-12 hours as much as I had enjoyed their smell. I
put up the knife. I wanted both hands free. In her kneeling position pressed up
against the spare tire there was only one hole available- her asshole. Luckily
it was the one I wanted. I spit on one hand and used those fingers to penetrate
her asshole. God, she was tight. It was a struggle to get first one, then two,
and finally three of my fingers past her sphincter and into the hot asschute
beyond. She was screaming into her gag now and shaking her head "no", as if that
made any difference to me. I kept my lips close to her ear, against her sweet
smelling hair so I could whisper into her ear. I told her how this was the way I
took her sister and about how much Amanda enjoyed taking it up her ass. I told
her a lot about the things Amanda and I did. I don't think she believed them
then, but she would later.
There in the darkness, in the back of the moving truck, I sodomized Karen for
the first time in her young life. God, she was tight. I spread her asscheeks
with my hands and wedged my cock against her. I had to use one hand to get
myself started inside her asshole. Once I had wedged the head inside her, I
grabbed both her breasts and rode her hard. She bucked like a bronco, trying to
get away from my cock. But there was no where to go. I'd get a little further
inside her asschute with each of her bucks. It was like being inside a vice
inside an oven - hotter and tighter than anything I've ever felt. Tighter than
Amanda was that first night. A lot tighter than she'd been for a long time. I
held her against me, using her breasts as handles, forcing her back against my
larger body. As I fucked her I rolled her nubs- they were already erect- between
my fingers and thumb as I squeezed and pulled on the rest of her breast meat.
She threw her head back and howled into her gag as I rode her, her strong body
fighting me every inch of the way. I was using my cock like a battering ram, to
impale her, to tear her open. To reach a part of her no one had ever possessed
before and mark it as mine. She struggled as long as she could, not giving up
until I had penetrated her to her depths, until my cock had buried it's self to
the balls inside her ass. Through it all I was whispering in to her ear, telling
her how good it felt inside her , how hot she was, and how tight. I told her how
I had taken Amanda in just this way, raping her ass as she bucked and screamed
underneath me. I told her how her ass felt even tighter, even better, than her
sister's. And I ask her how it felt to finally be better at something than
Amanda.
Once I was all the way in, I stopped to enjoy the feeling of her heat and way
her asschute gripped me- hard like a hand trying to crush my cock. It was then
that she stopped fighting me, stopped bucking. She put her head down. I could
feel her body relax in my grip. It was as if she had given up, had surrendered
to my superior force. I began to ride her again. Gentler this time, slowly
building the force of my cock thrusts, using my cock like a cock instead of like
a battering ram. Her body moved with mine, limp in my arms, as I sodomized her.
I used one hand to turn her face toward mine so that her cheek was against my
face. As my cock moved inside her, I licked her soft cheeks, tasting the salt in
her tears and her sweat. In the darkness I could not see her, nor could she see
me. It was purely the feel of her body against mine, the smell of sex. and the
warmth of our two bodies- like fucking must be for a blind man. I rode her for
what seemed to be hours there in the darkness. I lost all track of time. With
each thrust I made into her, her body becoming limper and limper in my arms
until she became like a puppet controlled by my cock, moving this way and that
in response to my movements. She didn't resist me any more; she moved with me,
letting me control her, use her, as I wished. I don't know exactly when I came
inside her asshole. My cock stayed hard enough to keep fucking even after I had
filled her with my cum. I could feel it against my cock, running down the sides;
it's wetness making her passage slick and keeping me going even longer. As my
cock softened, I stopped fucking and just soaked, enjoying the heat and wetness
of her asschute. I could have stayed inside her forever if only my cock had held
out. In my frustration, I chewed on Karen's neck, biting hard enough to draw
blood. I am not sure, but I think she came when I bit her. Or maybe, the bite
just surprised her. I have started wondering about that a lot lately during
those long Kansas nights.
But I didn't have much time to think about it then. The driver pulled over the
truck to tell me we were getting near the ferry that would take us to the
island. And there were always Korean police at the ferry. So I checked Karen's
gag and the handcuffs, and tied her feet together. I stayed back there with her
to make sure she kept quiet as we used the ferry She didn't make a sound, just
lay slumped against the tire, motionless. I was quiet too, thinking about all
she had told me. As I looked for the angle here, a new plan formed in my mind,
one that built on my original idea. I had the driver drop us off near the
showers and then tell "Mistress" Rhee I was back.. I cleaned Karen up a little
there, washed the tears and sweat off her face. I wiped off her body, but left
the cum, blood, and traces of shit on her asscheeks and upper thighs as a
memento of my butt fucking. It was also a useful little reminder to Karen of her
new statue as my whore. When Mistress Rhee appeared, I had her put Karen's
makeup on. Like I told Karen, I wanted her to look her best when she saw her
sister. Then I recuffed her with her hands behind her back. I left on her light
summer uniform blouse with its lieutenant's epaulets- and left it open to expose
her breasts- but stripped her of her pants and pantyhose, exposing those long
smooth swimmer's legs and that nice red vee between them. I left her shoes. She
was pretty passive as I washed and dressed her, not resisting, but not doing
anything for herself. It was like she was in a state of shock. Not surprising
considering. I also made her take a couple of short puffs from Amanda's opium
pipe. A little something to loosen her up for the night's work. Then I put a gag
in her mouth, one Mistress Rhee had made for Amanda. The little Korean whore was
really getting into this " Mistress" bit. It consisted of a leather strap which
buckled around the head to hold a cock-like piece of soft wood about 4 inches
long in the mouth. I could see it already had Amanda's teeth marks on the base.
Thorough it all , Karen let us handle her body without a struggle or even a word
of protest. Only when I told her that I was going to take her to see Amanda did
she show a real response. That got her attention. I could see the hope appear in
her eyes. She thought it was over. She thought that her big sister was going to
save her now from the big, bad sergeant! But right behind that glimmer of hope,
I could see the dread in her eyes at the thought of her big sister Amanda seeing
her looking like this- naked except for her uniform blouse, her face made up
like a whore's, and the evidence of my earlier sodomy still leaking out of her
asshole.
