Chapter 6

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.