Part 6
by conwic@aol.com
I left Mistress Rhee there with Karen as I went to the club to explain that I
had something "special" for that night and to explain the ground rules- stay
away from Karen- to my eager assholes. Then I went back to the showers and
stayed with Karen a few minutes while Mistress Rhee took Amanda to the club and
got her started. As I lead a shaky Karen through the darkness across the
compound to the club, I told her that she was going to get a chance to see her
sister in action, on duty so to speak. I suspect she must have wondered what
duty her sister could be performing at that late hour in the dingy corrugated
metal building we were approaching. But she kept her thoughts to herself; which
come to think of it, is the reason you gag a woman. I opened the door and thrust
her through; she didn't seem too anxious to go into what looked like a very
seedy bar even if her sister was inside. Though familiar enough to me, it still
took me a minute to adjust my eyes to the dim lights, the shouting of the men,
and the thick smoke. It must have taken Karen longer. I watched her as she
looked frantically for her sister Amanda. I watched as her eyes were drawn to
the brightly lit stage, to the nude female form kneeling there, her arms tightly
bound behind her back by ropes which encircled her entire torso. The bound,
kneeling woman had on a blindfold, making her face hard to recognize. But there
was no mistaking the short, hair, the strong, if no longer tanned body with it's
voluptuous breasts, or the shiny golden major's leaf impaling the woman's right
breast. Still Karen shook her head, refusing to admit to herself that the
captive woman in front of her was her big sister Amanda. But then, I don't think
she had ever seen Amanda, nude, on her knees in front of a man, her face spotted
with man cum -looking every inch the slut- until now. Hard to see the proud,
professional looking Major Thompson in the degraded, whorish creature in the
spotlight. I'd left Amanda's outfit up to Mistress Rhee, and she had come
through. Amanda looked like she had been dressed by Frederick's of Korea,
wearing just a pair of open crotch fishnet stockings and some very high heels.
The rest of her body nude, shiny in the lights from her sweat. Around Amanda's
neck was a dog collar. Standing behind her holding the leash attached to that
collar was Mistress Rhee in her best whore's cheap, very short , very tight
dress and - instead of her usual cheap plastic shoes- a pair of shiny black
vinyl boots reaching up to her knees. Another Frederick's of Korea creation, I
guess. In her hand was a folded belt which she was using on Amanda's bare
breasts! She used the leash to force the kneeling Amanda to arch her back,
making Amanda's breasts thrust forward invitingly- if involuntarily. It looked
as if Amanda was offering her breasts to Mistress Rhee for her punishment.
Already, Amanda's full, meaty breasts were covered with long, angry welts from
Mistress Rhee's belt. As we watched, Mistress Rhee gave her another stroke,
lashing the leather belt across Amanda's pointy, pain hardened nipples as well
as the solid flesh of her jutting breasts.
I hadn't given Amanda her usual drugs tonight. And we'd been cutting back on
Amanda's ration of opium for the last two days, leaving her on the edges of
DT's. She was desperate- wild animal in a trap desperate. Now that animal like
desperation came through in the way she moved her body on the stage. Instead of
her usual semi-stupor, she was alert, searching for her opportunity. She wanted
her drugs and would do anything- no matter how humiliating- for them. But to
Karen, it just looked like her sister, the sister to whom she had felt inferior
to all her life, was a world class slut desperate not just for sex but for the
most degrading sex. And that was what Amanda was getting. Promoted by another
blow to her breasts by Mistress Rhee's belt, she was now begging the unseen man
in front of her to let her suck his cock!
" AAUGHEE.. I'm sorry Mistress. Please Sir, let me lick your cock.. I want to
lick your cock. I want your cum... I'll be a good whore.."
With every curve and muscle of her big body highlighted by the spotlight, Amanda
leaned well forward, letting the man guide her open mouth onto his cock. She
sucked it like she was dying of thirst and his cum was the only thing to drink.
Amanda moved like the pro she had become, swallowing his cock to the balls with
each bob of her head. Mistress Rhee gave the grinning man Amanda's leash, using
her now free hand to caress Amanda's cunt, masturbating the larger woman with
two teasing fingers as she continued to use the belt on Amanda's hanging breasts
while Amanda frantically sucked on the cock in her mouth. The man was getting
close. Karen and I watched as he used the leash to hold her head still so that
he could face fuck her- hard! I could feel Karen stiffen beside me as she
finally admitted to herself that this whore was her sister Amanda. And that
Amanda wasn't going to be saving her any time soon. I suspect she also begin to
think about the men in the audience who were looking at her and what they might
be thinking. I moved behind her, holding her against me and running my hands
inside her open shirt to caresses her soft, warm breasts. I held her close as I
whispered into her ear all the things I wanted her to hear, my warm breath and
the hypnotic drone of my voice filling her ear. I'm not sure what I told her. I
remember I told her things like I was her only protection; that if she didn't do
what I wanted, she would be the one on her knees on that stage, and it would be
her own fault. Like what she saw in front of her was Amanda's own fault. . I
told her that her sister wasn't going to help her; that it was her sister who
had got her into this. That her sister was a fraud, that she was a lying slut
just pretending to be so perfect. Again and again, I repeated some of the stuff
she had told me when she was spilling her guts to me in the truck. Reminding her
how her sister had ruined her life, and how she need to pay Amanda back for
that. It wasn't a hard sell, especially with the opium in her. And I was telling
her things she wanted to hear. As I spoke, Karen watched Amanda suck one man to
completion, swallowing every drop of his cum under her pint sized Mistress's
urging. Then her Mistress made Amanda crawl on her knees to the next table, all
the while slapping Amanda's buttcheeks with the belt. When she got to the table,
she ordered Amanda to sit up and bark for her supper like the bitch that she
was, emphasizing her command by snapping the tip of the belt between Amanda's
legs to strike her red swollen cunt lips. Amanda did just as she commanded,
sitting back with her buttocks on her feet and barking like a dog in front of
the laughing, drunken audience of men- men who had once been her subordinates.
That man stood up and turned around, dropping his pants to presented his bare
butt to the blindfolded Amanda. When Mistress Rhee told Amanda that it was time
to eat shit, Amanda didn't hesitate. She just replied : "Yes, Mistress, thank
you Mistress" and went to work. Amanda was spared knowing that the asshole she
was licking belonged to the club's fat, greasy Korean cook, but Karen was not.
She watched her sister eat that man's asshole, pressing her face into the crack
of his ass with apparent enthusiasm. I could feel Karen's body shake with her
revulsion at the sight of this. She would have been screaming her disgust at her
sister but for the gag filling her mouth. I kept whispering in her ear about her
lying sister as I walked her unwilling body into the light until she was
standing beside her sister, who -blindfolded and unaware of her sister's
presence -continued her degrading task of licking the Korean's asshole. I let
her watch Amanda's tongue at work for a minute. Then I gestured the cook out of
the way and spun Karen into his place, pushing her recently fucked asshole
against Amanda's mouth. When Amanda's tongue hit her asshole, Karen would have
jumped six feet but for my weight holding her back. I held her there as Amanda
obediently cleaned the cum, the blood, and the traces of shit off Karen's ass
with her tongue. I stared into Karen's big blue eyes as her sister licked her
asshole and watched the foundations of Karen's world crumble. Her sister
disgusted her! Amanda was a Whore!
I pulled Karen, all nice and clean now as well as totally disgusted, away from
Amanda- who never even knew she was there- and let the cook have Amanda's mouth
again. This time for his cock. Karen watched Amanda suck that shriveled worm of
a cock to erection and then continue, totally repulsed by the sheer slutiness of
her sister's actions but unable to tear her eyes from the sight. I figured now
was my moment. I uncuffed Karen and gave her Rhee's belt. Then I told her to
punish Amanda for everything that her sister had done to her. I didn't even
threaten Karen if she didn't obey. I didn't need to. Karen laid into Amanda's
ass like an avenging angle. Raising that belt above here head, she used it as
hard as she could on her sister's full buttocks. With each stroke, Karen left a
muddy red stripe across the tanned flesh. As she beat her sister's ass, Karen
was screaming incoherently into her gag. I unbuckled it for her. Now She was
flaying Amanda with her tongue as well as with the belt, alternating blows with
insults.
" WHORE..SLUT... YOU LIED.. IF FATHER SAW YOU NOW.. HE'D KNOW THEN, YOU WHORE...
HOW COULD YOU.... YOU BITCH.... LIAR... PRETENDED YOU WERE SO GOOD.. WHY CAN'T
YOU BE MORE LIKE AMANDA.... BE LIKE YOU SLUT?..YOU DISGUST ME, YOU WHORE "
Ah! I love it when a plan comes together!
At first Amanda just kept on sucking the cook's cock. Mistress Rhee's training
was apparently first rate, not to mention that Amanda had lately developed a
very high tolerance for pain. But eventually, Karen's screams penetrated even
her cock focused mind. She stopped sucking cock. Still blindfolded, she could
not see who was screaming at her. She tired to rise, but Mistress Rhee and I
held her down. She could only add her screams to her sister's, calling out
"Karen?" as her sister whipped her ass until it was a beet red, all the while
screaming " WHORE" and "SLUT" at her. And at the same time, the cook was beating
off right in front of Amanda's face, eventually spurting his mass of white cum
all over her upturned, searching face. Between the two sisters screaming at each
other and the shouts of the drunken men, my head started to throb, like I'd sat
too close to the speakers at a nightclub.
I screamed out "ENOUGH" and grabbed the belt. Unbelievably, Karen fought me for
possession of that belt. She wanted to keep beating her sister's ass until it
was bloody! I had to slap her hard before I could jerk the belt away from Karen.
That left her standing there dazed and confused, looking like a kid caught red
handed doing what she shouldn't have been doing, wondering perhaps if this was
real or some kind of Freudian nightmare. I called a couple of men from the crowd
to help me. I was just winging it now; I had no idea what I was going to do
until I did it. I had them stand Amanda up. I grabbed a table and pulled it into
the lights, jamming it hard against the wall to steady it. As the two grinning
men held Amanda, I stripped off my shirt and unzipped my pants to get at my
aching cock. I wanted to feel her back against my naked chest as I raped her ass
just as I had raped her sister's earlier. Her asshole was loose from the
countless number of times Amanda had been sodomized lately, so I had no trouble
entering her as she stood there, her strong legs apart, her arms held by the two
men. I leaned back , supporting my weight on the table and wrapping my arms
around Amanda in a bear hug, pressing her sweaty, strong body against my bare
chest. Then I told the two men to spread her legs as far as they would go. This
made her virtually sit on my cock, her weight easily driving it deep inside her
warm, loose channel. Her bruised butt rested on my lap. I could feel the results
of the whipping she had received in the hot skin pressing against mine. I called
on Mistress Rhee to fist fuck Amanda as I fucked her asshole. But as the little
Korean knelt to go to work, I changed my mind and stopped her. I told her to use
two fists, her fist and Karen's. She looked at me for moment as she tried to
understand the words before she realized what I wanted. When she did, she gave
me a big, evil, shit eating grin to match my own and went to work.
She grabbed Karen's left hand in her right hand and pulled her to her knees
along with her between the fishnet encased legs of the blindfolded Amanda. That
let Karen get a good look at her sister's cunt for the first time, nicely framed
by the crotchless fishnet. She saw a pair of red swollen cunt lips still
dripping man cum from an earlier fuck- the cunt of a ten dollar whore on payday.
Mistress Rhee intertwined her fingers with Karen's to form one huge fist
consisting of both her right hand and Karen's left hand. Then she put that super
fist at the opening to Amanda's cunt. Karen didn't fight her actions. She went
along passively, but she went along. That was good enough for me. Together the
two women's joined fist pressed against Amanda's vulva. The fist disappeared
past the cunt lips and out of my sight, into Amanda. I could feel her body
tighten as their fists began to penetrate her. I didn't want Amanda to miss
this, to miss seeing her own sister join with a Korean whore to fist fuck her. I
pulled Amanda's blindfold off, letting her for the first time see for herself
that it really was her sister Karen who had whipped and abused her.
Her anguished "KAREN..NO!" turned into a scream as their combined fists pushed
its way through her vagina's opening and into her body. I could feel the fist
now, a pressure against the base of my cock. I held onto Amanda tightly as she
began to fight the fist impaling her. It took everything I had plus the strength
of the two men holding her legs to keep her under control as that giant fist
impaled her, as the two handed fist of Karen and Rhee slowly penetrated into
Amanda's cunt hole. It must have been like giving birth- in reverse! I could
feel its progress through the thin membrane of skin separating my cock form
their fists as it slowly, steadily forced its way deeper into Amanda. That big
fist was pressing against the underside of my cock as it filled Amanda, trying
to crush my hard cock as it filled Amanda. As it moved inside her, Amanda began
to find her voice again between the screams, the tears, and the grunts.
" UGHE... AHEE....KAREN...UGHEEE.... NO...PLEASE...FOR THE LOVE OF
GOD...NOEE...IT'S ...TOO...BIG...YOU'RE KILLING ME.."
While she was screaming and crying, I was screaming at Karen too, telling her
that her sister fucked her, now it was Karen's turn to fuck her sister. The men
had surrounded the two women. They were chanting " Fuck her, Fuck her" and
stomping their feet in time with the chant. It was like some like some African
war chant, low and mean. I could see it scared the shit out of Amanda. I don't
think Karen even noticed. She had become so intent on raping her sister. Now she
was chanting alone with the rest of us, but soft like.
" Fuck you AMANDA...fuck you... fuck you AMANDA..fuck you "
The two fist were in Amanda half way up to their elbows. Mistress Rhee started
punching into Amanda with their joined fists, drawing back a few inches and then
punching forward as if they would batter their way through Amanda's cervix and
rip out her heart. I could see Karen pick up the rhythm. They were both punching
into Amanda's womb as hard was they could. The sensation felt great on my cock;
it was as if I was getting a hand job as I raped her asshole! The pressure from
the fist moved along the sensitive underside of my cock as her body convulsed
with each punch. Each time she spasmed it felt as if Amanda's asshole was a hot,
wet hand squeezing my cock. I didn't move at all; I just let that big fist
masturbate my cock.
I watched Karen over Amanda's shoulder, her face framed between Amanda's
wobbling breasts. She had a fixed grin on her face as she punched into her
sister's pussy like this was the most fun she'd had all week. Really weird. I
guess Mistress Rhee thought so too. She was looking at Karen kind of funny over
her shoulder. Then Rhee just sort of slid back, pulling her hand out of Amanda
without breaking rhythm, leaving Karen alone inside Amanda's cunt. Karen never
noticed her departure. She just kept punching her fist into Amanda's cunt.
Chanting her " FUCK YOU AMANDA" as she punched in and out.. The force and speed
of her punches increased now that she was on her own. It was like she wanted to
punish her sister for twenty years of unhappiness in five minutes of pussy
punching. And I guess she did a pretty good job of it! Amanda had gone from
bucking and fighting to limp as a dishrag by now. The two men had let go of her
feet, leaving her hanging in my arms, her big sweaty body jerking with every one
of her sister's pussy punches, her breasts wobbling like jello. Amanda had
stopped screaming and was just moaning, a low constant moan like her body had
over-loaded her mind so that nothing came out of her mouth but static. I could
feel her body shake with each thrust of Karen's fist. And between the thrusts, I
could feel her body spasm like she was cumming, cumming from being fisted by her
own sister! I wasn't in much better shape. My cock was throbbing. It was so hard
it hurt. I wasn't going to last much longer. It felt too good, like I was
getting a hand job and ass fucking her all at once. The men were still
surrounding us, still chanting, some beating off as they watched with their cum
shooting on to Amanda's nude body, others holding their cum for later.
I held on as long as I could. When I came, it felt like and explosion. I did see
stars for just a second. Karen kept punching against Amanda's womb after I came,
keeping me half hard enough to enjoy the periodic spasms of Amanda's limp, sweat
slick body as my cock soaked in the warm, sperm filled chamber of her asshole.
It was as close as I have come to complete and absolute bliss. And it lasted for
all of 30 seconds. Story of my life.
