I also shared her with my Korean business partners. We were in the habit of meeting to split the drug take and talk about the next shipment about once a week. But it wasn’t just a business meeting. No, Lee and his dozen relatives had to take their measure of me. Like I said, they were a clannish bunch. So I had to get drunk with them each time. They figure that they don’t really know - or trust- a man until they have gotten drunk with him. I had to drink their local stuff, their sojhu, until we all were throwing up drunk. Now I went their hospitality one better, bringing Amanda to our meetings to entertain them. Letting them use her as their whore. They were very appreciative. They’d never had a Western woman before. But it was more than just sexual novelty with them. For them it was a sort of payback. They figured that the American Army had been fucking them for 40 years- taking their land, turning their prettiest women into whores and their men into houseboys. Now was their chance to fuck the American Army- in the long, tall person of Major Amanda Thompson. It was quite a sight.

She couldn’t understand a word they said to her, but she understood what they wanted from her. I saw to that with a simple bit of stick and carrot- my quirt and her pipe. I thought it was fitting to dress Amanda like a cheap Korean whore- a tight dress which barely covered the vee of her sex, some cheap jewelry, and a pair of cheap plastic, " fuck me" high heels. Lots of makeup. No need to bother with underwear; I knew that she won’t be wearing it long enough to matter. Nor did I bother with keeping her tied up once we inside the house. There was no place to run in that tiny main room. Unlike the soldiers, the Koreans wouldn’t share her. They took her one at a time according to a strict family pecking order running from old to young. Lee, the patriarch of the family- the grandfather, I guess, was always first. He must have been in his sixties at least. He could still get it up, but it took a lot of help. As I and the rest of the family watched more or less respectfully, Amanda would have to work to get his withered old cock hard enough to let him cum and get it over with. She would strip for him- awkwardly and with great embarrassment- and play the part of a whore.

Just as I ordered, Amanda would stand in front of the old gizzer, caressing and cupping her breasts and moving her hips as she mouthed the usual whore’s come on- " You wantee fuckee…I fuckee good…". Sometimes that was enough. Usually, Amanda had to kneel before him and use her hands to get him hard, to handle his withered balls and cock until he was hard. Some nights, she had to suck his shriveled up old cock for 10 or 15 minutes until she could get him hard enough to fuck. Then she would assume the doggy position and guide him inside her. He would pump away at her, gripping her hips and thrusting in with everything he had until he would finally empty himself into her warm, not yet sloppy, cunt. He was a pleasure compared to the young ones. It was like mating with a wolf pack with them. While one of the younger ones fucked, the others watched and shouted what I guess was advice or maybe insults between drinks. The more brutal the way they took Amanda, the more “face” they gained among the others in the family. They were a pretty conventional group, most were big on the missionary position. But they made up in fury what they lacked in imagination. They preferred to take the nude, moaning Amanda on her back, pounding into her with all the strength of their wiry young bodies, not just raping her but literally attacking her sweaty, quivering body with their cocks, trying to beat her into submission with their dicks, to stab her to death with their hard cocks, to impale the Western bitch.

But it was her breasts which really fascinated them. They loved to abuse those large mounds of Amanda’s, to slap them hard just to see them bounce, to twist her nipples until they were white, to squeeze her breasts like they were kneading dough. All while they were on top of her, fucking the shit out of her, screaming into her face in Korean, their spittle mixing with Amanda’s sweat and tears. Her breasts would be sore for days afterwards, as would her cunt.

Like I said, the younger Koreans fell on her like starving wolves- drunken starving wolves. Any one of them would have fucked her to death if I’d let them. But I won’t let them go that far. In a strange way I’d become Amanda’s protector as well as her tormentor. She had no one else to look to for protection. She no longer had any control over her own body. I had the control! She was mine! So, I kept them from hurting her too much while at the sametime I let them rape her strong, womanly body. But they didn’t show me whatever it was I was looking for either. What I was doing to her- the abuse - just wasn’t enough any more. I needed to subject Amanda to something more. And I needed something more from her, something more than her silent submission.

I finally found the key to what I had been looking for right under my nose. I’d brought Miss Rhee , the camp whore who Amanda - back when she was still Major Thompson- had run off, back to the club to keep those assholes occupied on nights when I didn’t feel like sharing my Major Slut. She didn’t have any business those nights I brought Amanda to the club. The men totally ignored her on those nights when they had their Major to use, but she was still there, a petite, short haired woman watching from her regular place at the corner of the bar. She was the only woman there except for Amanda. The club was awash with testosterone on those nights. You could smell it in the stale, smoky air in the club. That rutting horde could have been all over her in a minute, and I won’t have helped her… But still she stayed. It didn’t take long to figure out why. I could see the excitement in her eyes. And eventually each evening, I would see one of her tiny hands disappear under her short skirt and between her crossed legs as she watched the men roughly rape Amanda’s face and asshole, her face frozen in a sneer but her eyes fixed on the Major’s suffering body. Even after two or three hours when I would call it quits for the night, Miss Rhee would still be there, watching.

By then, I could almost smell her sopping wet cunt from across the room even over the smell of the sperm covering Amanda. From the bar, she would watch me as I counted the pennies lying on the table beside Amanda and those stuck to Amanda’s skin by the sweat and the cum, each of them marking a penetration of the Major. The pennies were my way of keeping score. I saved them for Amanda. I kept the pennies- over two hundred of them by now- in a big glass jar by the bed. The pennies had long ago outgrown the bag around Amanda’s neck I had used at first. But I still had them where she couldn’t avoid seeing them. Boring being left in bondage for hours at a time. So, I allowed Amanda to fill in those empty times by counting the previous night’s pennies. I would put the nude Amanda into a hogtie, her hands and feet bound tightly together behind her back, leaving Amanda trapped in a painful U-shape for hours. I would pile the previous night’s pennies in a large pile by her face. It was her job to count the pennies- many of which were covered in dried man cum- as she used her lips, teeth, and tongue to move them from my pile to the penny jar on the floor beside her.

An incorrect count was, of course, punished severely. I figured this gave Amanda something to think about during those empty times. Miss Rhee wouldn’t leave until I finished my count and carried Amanda’s unresisting body off to our room- to a long shower and then my turn with her exhausted body. One club night, I called an early halt to the festivities. After I counted the pennies- twenty three incidentally- I picked up Amanda’s unresisting, nude, cum soaked body and slung it over my shoulder. I stopped by the door and called Miss Rhee over to me. She came reluctantly, but she came, unable to resist a closer look at the object of her fascination, Amanda’s tall, strong, and battered nude body. Miss Rhee was short, like all Koreans, not even coming up to my shoulder and barely reaching Amanda’s. Her body was slender but with a bit more heft than Koreans generally have. I figured that she was half American, the daughter of her predecessor as camp whore and some nameless G.I, which tended to make her lower than dog shit to the other Koreans. She couldn’t have weighed over a hundred pounds on her best day. Her skin was a little darker and her lips a bit fuller than any Korean I’d seen.

Probably had a Black G.I. for the proud daddy. Good looking in a doll like way. Jet black hair, cut in a wedge around her round face. Heavy makeup. Somewhere in her early twenties, she looked about sixteen to an American. Until you looked at the eyes. Then she looked forty. Her English was not very extensive; she’d never needed much more than " You wantee fuckee me?" and " ten dolar". Or maybe she understood English better than I did and only spoke in pidgin English because the G.I’s expected it. I didn’t know or care. She understood me well enough when I said, " You wantee fuckee Major Slut?"

I carried Amanda back to the room we shared, which had once been her room, and dumped her limp body on the bed. I didn’t bother with the shower. I wanted to see her like this, with the cum still dripping out of her. My cumbucket. Her asshole was still half open with brownish cum still dripping slowly out of it. Her cunt was red, the lips puffy and open, with man cum that had dripped from her asshole coating them. Even the vee of her pubic hair was saturated in that cum. There was also a ring of white scum around her mouth. Her chin was covered in it. There were more sticky, white blotches on those high aristocratic cheekbones of hers, on her forehead, and in her short auburn hair. Her eyes were closed. She was totally out of it. I had given Amanda her usual ration of opium before I took her to the club to entertain her soldiers, as I always did. I did that because I wanted to fuck her mind as well as her body. I wanted her to have only dream like - or maybe I should say nightmare like- memories of these gang rapes. I wanted her to half remember a hazy world inhabited by faceless hard cocks where she was drowning in oceans of man cum, surreal memories which would haunt her occasional lucid moments. I wanted her to look at that jar of pennies and wonder if those images she half remembered of the men raping her ass were real or if she was going insane. That it loosened her up enough to survive the repeated assaults without being torn apart was an added, if important, benefit. But it did present a problem at the moment since I wanted her to know what was about to happen. And I wanted to see her react! About the time my mind was beginning to mull this problem, I felt a pair of tiny hands running over my back. I turned to find that Miss Rhee- working girl she was- had stripped off her clothes and was ready for action. Not an ounce of fat on her, except where it counted , and just enough there to produce a pair of teacup size breasts with dark, almost black nipples - erect and ready.

" You wanntee, I wakee Major for you."

Curious, I agreed. " I wannte! You wake Major, You fuckee Major."

She didn’t waste any time starting. She easily manhandled Amanda’s big nude body into a spread eagle position on the bed, face up. Her waif like body had a lot more strength than it seemed. She gestured at Amanda’s hands and held out one of her own. I pointed to the pile of ropes I kept by the bed for just this sort of thing. In a moment she had Amanda’s hands and feet secured to the bed frame, effectively immobilizing the unresisting body of the larger woman. A quick search of the room, and she was ready to go to work on Amanda. Such enthusiasm! I was seeing a new side to Miss Rhee. She sat astride Amanda, her bottom resting on the older woman’s right thighs. She looked like a child, perched there atop Amanda. For a moment she studied the terrain, the vast expanse of Amanda’s nude body. Her small hands ran over the other woman’s flat stomach up to the large cone shaped breasts, firm even now as Amanda lay on her back. She fingered the gold Major’s insignia piercing one of Amanda’s red nipples. Gently she explored both her breasts before moving onto Amanda’s face, tracing her full lips with one finger and then stroking her hair like a child seeing something for the first time.

Once she knew the terrain, she went over to the attack. She returned to Amanda’s breasts again, cupping one large breast inside both her small hands before she lowered her lips to the nipple. She blew on that big soft, red nip of Amanda’s, then licked at it like a cat lapping up milk. Miss Rhee repeated the process again. Amanda’s eyes opened now. And her little finger size nipples became erect, hard enough to remain upright as Miss Rhee’s tongue raked over them in cat like laps. It must have felt strange to Amanda. She would have become so used to the rough sex I took from her as well as the brutal gang rapes like tonight’s, that she must have forgotten what a gentle touch felt like. Miss Rhee left that breast and went to her other one, the one with Amanda’s rank impaling the nipple. She toyed with it for a moment, carefully rotating it and using it to stretch the impaled nipple. Gently, she pulled it away form the nipple until she found the clasp to the pin piercing Amanda’s nub and opened it, removing the insignia of rank from Amanda’s nipple for the first time since I had pierced her with it. Then she cupped the soft breast in both her hands and alternatively licked and blew on it.

Amanda’s eyes had closed again, but I knew she was still with us. She was moaning softly as Miss Rhee made love to her breast. She didn’t opened her eyes again until Miss Rhee stopped caressing her breast. Then she saw the small woman leaning forward, pressing her small breasts against Amanda’s larger ones as Miss Rhee locked her lips to Amanda’s cum stained lips, her tongue thrusting inside Amanda’s mouth in a wet lesbian kiss. That woke Amanda up. After she broke the kiss, Miss Rhee smiled for the first time. She was still smiling as she settled back on her heels, bent her head back to Amanda’s right breast, took the big, erect nipple between her white teeth, and bit down hard. The sound that escaped Amanda’s lips was halfway between a whipped dog whimper and a cry of surprise. She couldn’t shift gears quickly enough to react. Amanda hadn’t seen that coming. Nor had I. Miss Rhee shook her head from side to side like a terrier , Amanda’s nipple still locked in her teeth. When she finally let go, I could see a tiny drop of Amanda’s blood on Miss Rhee’s lower lip. She smiled at Amanda as she licked that drop of Amanda’s blood off her lip, and then she went on to the left breast, giving that nipple the same treatment.

By now Amanda’s body was bent like a bow as she fought her bonds, staring up at the smaller woman in disbelief as her pleasure vanished and was replaced by pain. Tiny drops of blood dotted both nipples now, only faintly distinguishable against the lighter red of the nipple. Miss Rhee licked those up as well. Then she sat back on Amanda’s thigh, picked up the candle she had found earlier and a matchbook. As Amanda watched in growing horror, Miss Rhee lit the candle. She watched it burn intently , turning it in her hand to make the flame burn closer to the wax. When it was ready, Miss Rhee began.

Her targets were Amanda’s breasts. She would carefully tip the burning candle to drop a glob of hot wax on one of Amanda’s breasts, starting with the firm flesh at the base and working inward to the crushed nipples. She worked steadily, pausing each time to let the candle build up a quantity of the hot wax before again dropping that hot wax on Amanda’s sensitive skin, alternating between breasts to prolong the ordeal for Amanda. There was nothing Amanda could do to stop her. She could only struggle against the ropes holding her hands and feet, the muscles of her strong body moving beautifully under the white, sweaty skin of her arms, legs and abdomen as she tried to escape the slow torture. Only Amanda’s head was free to move, which it did, moving steadily from side to side as she shook her head in a futile, silent “NO”. Her eyes remained fixed on the candle in Miss Rhee’s hand as it dipped and hovered over her, bringing pain with each small movement of Miss Rhee’s hand. She was mostly silent as Miss Rhee slowly encased her breasts in the hot wax. Just a soft moan at best, usually only the sound of Amanda sucking a tortured breath through her tightly clenched teeth each time a glob of hot wax hit the sensitive skin of her breasts.

Miss Rhee was silent too. The two seemed to me to be in some contest of wills where the one to speak first must be the loser. But even if she didn’t speak, Miss Rhee’s breathing spoke for her. It became louder and more ragged as she slowly dripped the wax on Amanda’s breasts. Bracing herself with one hand against the wall, Miss Rhee was riding Amanda’s thigh. Miss Rhee was rubbing her clit against the hard muscles of her victim’s leg as she used the candle on Amanda’s breasts. The more Amanda struggled, the more Miss Rhee got off. Very clever of Miss Rhee. Miss Rhee slowly covered the skin of each breasts with the hot wax. It stuck to the skin as it cooled, the heat sinking into Amanda’s breasts and building with each drop of hot wax until they must have seemed to Amanda to be on fire. On and on Miss Rhee went, slowly and methodically using her candle until both of those beautiful breasts were encased in a thin sheet of milky wax, under which the flesh of her tits had turned a bright, fire red. When Miss Rhee ran out of exposed breast flesh, she shifted her target. She then held the candle over Amanda’s exposed right armpit. The soft shaven flesh there proved just as sensitive to the hot wax as Amanda’s breasts had been- perhaps more so.

Woman are so tender there. As each drop of the hot wax hit the white flesh and began to spread, Amanda struggled anew against the ropes holding her arms to the bed frame, exposing her armpits to the painfully hot wax. In a replay of her struggles as Miss Rhee punished her breasts, Amanda’s strong body strained hopelessly against her bonds, desperate to escape the pain, her muscles moving under her sweat covered skin with a life of their own. Still, Amanda remained silent except for a soft moan when the wax first hit the untouched flesh of her left armpit. When both her armpits had been encased in the wax, Miss Rhee returned to her original target- Amanda’s breasts. On Amanda’s nipples the wax had cooled into little mounds, entirely covering both the erect, finger like nubs. Maybe Amanda hoped that would protect them from any more of Miss Rhee’s hot wax. If so she was disappointed; that didn’t stop the little Korean bitch. A nip with her teeth to break the wax along with a touch of the candle’s flame, and the nipple was again vulnerable. Again and again, Miss Rhee covered Amanda’s red, swollen nipples with the hot wax, pouring the heat into two of the most sensitive spots on Amanda’s body as Amanda sweated and flexed helplessly underneath her, wallowing in the pain radiating from her breasts.

Despite the cool temperature of the room, Amanda was covered with sweat from the heat generated by that little candle. It poured off her to soak the sheet underneath her nude body. Amanda remained silent through it all, only the odd moan escaping her tightly compressed lips. Silent but not impassive; now there were tears streaming from the corners of her eyes to match the sweat covering the rest of her strong body. I was impressed! Hard to draw a tear from Major Slut these days. The gang rape hadn’t. I was even more surprised by what happened next.

As I watched, Miss Rhee leaned forward and put her face just above the reclining Amanda’s. Silently Miss Rhee licked those tears off Amanda’s cheeks. First one cheek, then the other was licked clean of Amanda’s salty tears in quick, cat-like moves. When the tears were gone, Miss Rhee traced her tongue across her cheek to Amanda’s lips. She hovered there, her lips almost touching Amanda’s for a moment, her eyes staring into Amanda’s. Then Miss Rhee caught Amanda’s lower lip in her small, sharp teeth, drawing blood as well a little cry of pain from Amanda.

By now the candle was just a stub. And Miss Rhee must have been very close to coming, courtesy of Amanda’s hard thighs. I could see tracts of her juices on Amanda’s skin. She planted that candle snub on Amanda’s quivering stomach, the wax dripping down the short stub to run into her bellybutton, to free both her hands. Then Miss Rhee finished herself off, rubbing her clit harder and harder on the slick skin of Amanda’s thigh as she rode Amanda like a jockey, both hands holding onto the larger woman’s hips for support Not a sound escaped her mouth as the small Korean whore masturbated herself to a climax. Eyes locked on Amanda’s eyes, she rode herself to a shuttering climax without any help from me. Finally, Miss Rhee came; she hissed between her teeth , her upper body leaning back and her head thrown up. Then it was over. Miss Rhee stared at Amanda’s silent face for a moment, then she leaned forward and slapped Amanda across the face. Hard! Round one to Major Slut!

But Miss Rhee was not finished. She crouched between the Vee of Amanda’s wide spread legs, her small body easily fitting between those well muscled legs. She turned to me- the first time she had acknowledged by existence since she picked up the candle- and said: " I fuckee Major Slut! Fuckee bitch good!".

One of Miss Rhee’s small hands spread the puffy outer lips of Amanda’s cunt, letting us both see the finer inner lips and between them the still tiny hole of her cunt. There were traces of cum on the lips, both cum which had dripped from Amanda’s gang raped asshole and cum from the few men who had preferred her cunt to her sloppy asshole. Miss Rhee wiped her other hand over these traces of cum, using them as a lubricant for what all three of us knew was coming next. She slide two fingers into Amanda’s cunt. Then three. She worked them in and out a little, experimenting or maybe just savoring the feeling of Amanda’s cunt gripping them. Then she formed her small hand into a spear point, the thumb pressed into the palm. With that she impaled Amanda, forcing it into Amanda up to her wrist in one sudden push.

Amanda was finally giving it up! She threw back her head and screamed again as Miss Rhee’s hand disappeared further inside Amanda. Now she was into her up to the wrist. I felt alive again! I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock, stroking it as I watched, wanting to join in but afraid of missing something if I did. As I watched, Miss Rhee began to pump her arm in and out of Amanda, the muscles in her upper arm straining as she fought Amanda’s body for control.

" NNOOO… ARRGGHHEEEE!"

Amanda was screaming non-stop now. Miss Rhee’s arm punched its way inside Amanda’s cunt, slowly sinking deeper and deeper into the larger woman. I thought I could see the fist moving under Amanda’s skin, like some invading snake twisting and butting its way into her womb. Amanda’s big strong body moved around Miss Rhee’s invading arm, trying to escape it, trying to crush it. But she couldn’t. The arm invading her continued to penetrate deeper and deeper. Now Amanda looked like a human size puppet controlled by the tiny Miss Rhee. In response to each twist and thrust of Miss Rhee’s arm, Amanda danced and arched on the bed, moving helplessly in response to the hand inside her, Amanda’s screams marking each inch of progress by Miss Rhee’s tiny fist. Miss Rhee’s arm was soon sunk up to the elbow inside Amanda. She was thrusting into Amanda with her entire strength, twisting her arm and battering at Amanda’s womb as Amanda frantically danced on her back in response. It was as if she wanted to reach inside Amanda and tear her heart out. I could not wait any longer. I straddled Amanda’s head with my body, my cock raking across her agonized face. As she screamed again, I thrust into her open mouth. I gripped her thrashing head with both hands and raped her mouth. Uncaring of the teeth raking over my cock, I thrust deep into her, battering the back of her throat with the tip of my cock. She screamed around my cock, her tongue inadvertently, wetly caressing me as I fucked her warm mouth. I could feel the jarring, feel her body move in response to Miss Rhee’s arm battering against her womb. I locked her head back so that I could stare into her eyes as I raped her, raped Amanda’s face- raped her, not some anonymous hole. I thrust into her throat as deeply as I could while at the sametime Miss Rhee was doing the same to her other hole. Together we used Amanda’s screaming, thrashing, helpless body, penetrating deeper into Amanda than she had ever experienced before or even through possible. I felt as if my cock and Miss Rhee’s hand would meet somewhere inside Amanda if only we could keep this up. And I could see from the fear in Amanda’s eyes that she had the same thought.

I fucked Amanda’s mouth relentlessly. The head of my cock butting against her gullet, the underside riding over her tongue. I didn’t care if her teeth scraped over my cock. I watched Amanda’s face turn red from lack of air as I fuck her mouth. Hard to scream and breath, especially when there is a large cock in your mouth. Every few minutes I would slow down to let her catch a breath of air. Then it was back to battering her throat. She continued to scream as Miss Rhee and I invaded her body from opposite ends. Then the screams increased. Turning my head to the right, I realized why. Miss Rhee’s other hand had also disappeared into Amanda’s body. One hand was sunk up to the elbow inside Amanda’s cunt. The other arm had disappeared halfway to the elbow into Amanda’s gang raped asshole. Miss Rhee was alternating thrusts- now thrusting into Amanda’s asshole with one arm, now thrusting into Amanda’s cunt with the other-in a two stroke rhyme like an old steam engine. Every hole in Amanda’s abused body was filled- to a depth which she had never before experienced. I was half way down her throat. Miss Rhee was to her womb- maybe beyond- and deep in Amanda’s asshole. I could see Miss Rhee’s arms struggling inside Amanda, fighting for room where there wasn’t suppose to be any.

. I don’t know how long we continued. It seemed forever- especially to Amanda. Harder and harder we fucked her, trying to beat Amanda’s strong body into submission with my cock and her fists. I felt as if my cock were made of iron; as if it was a weapon with which to bludgeon Amanda, to rape her mouth. And I felt as if I could go on raping her mouth, stretching it around my cock, forever. I could hear Miss Rhee’s ragged breathing and the harsh guttural of her curses as she pumped her arms in and out of Amanda, along with a new sound. Now I could hear a wet, sucking sound coming from Amanda, the sound of wet flesh impacting on wet flesh. It took me a minute to realize that it was coming from Amanda’s cunt. Soon, I could see her juices covering Miss Rhee’s arm, shining in the room’s lights. Suddenly, I could feel Amanda’s body tightening. Then I could feel her shaking underneath me. It was as if she was having some sort of fit, an epileptic fit maybe. For a second I thought she was choking. I pulled half way out to let her breath, but the shaking continued. Unbelievable! THE SLUT WAS CUMMING! We were raping every hole in her body, and Major Slut was cumming! The sight of her cumming drove me over the edge. I thrust as deep into Amanda’s throat as I could as she bucked underneath me and held it there until I came. I filled her with my hot cum. The cum shot out of my cock in burst after burst of hot sperm. With each burst, I pulled my still hard cock a little further out of her throat, so that by my fourth burst of cum I was no longer dumping my cum directly down her throat but shooting it onto her tongue. I wanted her to taste it! I wiped the last drops of my cum on her face, smearing my shirking cock over her lips and cheek as I stared into her open, blank eyes, her body still shaking as she rode out the Mother of all climaxes.