Feature Writer: [email protected] (sir_kraken)
Feature Title: VESTAL WHORE 32 – 37
Published: 14.09.2001
Story Codes: Domination, Con/NC sex, slavery, prostitution, beast, bondage, interracial, masochism, sadism, breast torture, piercing, large breast
Author’s Notes: This is an original work of adult literature. If you are under 18 years of age, read no further. If you are a pious self-righteous adult burdened by a repressive religious upbringing and sexual hang-ups too numerous to count, then you too should pass. This work may be copied for personal use and enjoyment, ONLY. Reposting on any pay sites is forbidden without the expressed permission of the Author at: [email protected] It is a work of fiction. The seed of the story came from BlackDemon’s “Church” series, which landed in my fertile mind and grew like a weed as I added more details and embellishments. This work contains f_M+, s, and whatever else comes to mind.
Vestal Whore 32 – 37
Chapter 32
Rachel shuddered as she felt the man’s cock expand and throb as it pumped wad after wad of mestizo cum into her stretched anglo anus. The tug and pull of the crucifix swinging from her elongated clitoris stoked the raging sexual storm that had built up in her guts. Her heart vaulted at delightful stretching sensation and fullness in her bowels. Once again her thoughts slid into the cesspool containing all her secret thoughts and fantasies. As if watching someone else, she saw her mother and father watching her degrade herself beneath yet another brown skinned man.
“No-o-o-o-o-o-o-aw-w-w-wh”, she moaned her damp blond hair mopping the floor as her head shook in denial. She saw her small hands grasping her own flesh, nails rending the pale skin, as she opened herself for the third worlder that was using her like a common whore. The thoughts caused her bowels to clench around the stiff invader as though to lovingly caress the rigid veiny length. As her lust built she moaned aloud as she saw in her mind’s eye, her phantom mother stepped forward to cup the man’s hanging ball’s with a carefully manicured hand, to gently coax his hot cum to fill her daughter’s stretched anus.
“No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o,… Ma-a-a-m-m-a-a-a, p-u-h-l-e-e-e-e-z-z-z”, the poor girl wailed in response to her own fantasy.
A deep guttural groan emanated from deep in her throat as the sick fantasy freed the last shackle from the beast within her and a vile climax erupted from her clit like a rolling avalanche. Her sweaty pale form thrashed and trembled as the lust drunk beast that was the new Rachel sprang into her mind as it rode the orgasm like an apocalyptic horseman. Her fingers clawed and scrapped at her own tender flesh, spreading her ass as she bucked up and back against the startled officer, sucking his spewing cock to impossible depths in her bowels.
“A-r-r-r-r-gh,…y-e-e-e-s-s-s-s-s” she screeched as her hesitation and denial evaporated like water on a hot stove.
“Give…it…to…me…I…need…more…cock…..!” she whimpered in a hoarse alien voice. The beautiful girl’s mind screamed as the demon within her swollen pierced clit freed itself from her crumbling resolve and fought to overpowered her dwindling reason.
Her lust blurred eyes watched as the manicured hands of her mother caressed and milked the officers balls as the last dregs of his sperm spewed into her daughter’s bowels. The attractive blond teen’s eyes were glazed half hidden beneath a mop of sweat sodden hair. Her chest heaved, breath coming in gasps between whimpers as she felt the Lieutenant’s cock wilt and slip from the grasp of her stretched sphincter.
She felt a fist wrap itself in her damp yellow hair and lift her head from the floor where her cheek had left it’s sweaty imprint. She rose to her haunches, her stingy hair hanging down her face like fine strands of Spanish moss, her cheek marred with dirt and bits of wood, stuck to her fine pale skin with sweat. The attractive girl squatted her arms hanging between her red and chafed knees framing her enormous cum streaked breasts. Sweat dripped from her thick cherry red nipples, stretching under the weight of the heavy brass rings that pierced them.
She swayed amid the glow of her orgasm on her dirty bare feet. Her rasping breath occasionally puffed the damp strands of hair that brushed her swollen lips, and stuck to her sweat streaked face as her heavy breasts jiggled with her labored breathing. Her sunken blue eyes gazed out half lidded as a small drop of sweat formed at the bottom of the ring that hung from her septum. She was a sight nearly devoid of humanity, replace instead by a female animal of the lowest kind.
She swayed mindlessly on her firm haunches the chain attached to the angry swollen finger that was her pierced clit pulling and tugging against the heavy crucifix resting on the floor beneath her like an anchor. Her obscenely long and thick clit throbbed as she squatted, a pool forming beneath her trim bottom as the Lieutenant’s cum dripped silently from her distended sphincter.
She issued a startled whine as her eyes watched a manicured thumb hook itself in the ring hanging from her nose, wrenching her head back. Her mouth agape, her small tongue flailed in the wide pink cavity in protest. Her eyes widened as she watched through her blurred vision as the apparition of her mother looked down at her, her face a mask of utter contempt and disgust. Tears welled in her blue eyes as watched the red painted lips mockingly form the words, “I know what the little whore wants. Open wide little puta.”
“No, mamma, no, ma-m-m-a-a-ah, p-u-h-l-e-e-e-z-e.” she wailed trying to thrash her head against the hand whose thumb was hooked in the thick septum ring ring and fingers wrapped in her bangs.
Past the hand partially obscuring her eyes, she saw the blurred face of her father leering down at her. His obscene grin matched the one on her mother’s face. Rachel’s saucer sized eyes followed her mother’s right arm to the hand that grasped the impossibly long cock that jutted from between her father’s thighs. Their face’s split in mocking smiles, laughing silently as her mother’s manicured hand drew the snake like cock to her gaping lips.
“Suck the cock like a good little whore, senorita. You know you want it, little puta.” the sneering voice said.
The hand swabbed the blunt weeping nose of the swelling cock around the young girl’s lips leaving them gleaming with musky pre-cum. The attractive girl thrashed her head in a vain attempt to free herself, even as her small pink tongue shot out to lick and lap at the musky dew coating her gleaming lips. Her eyes looked up at the two faces that towered leeringly above her looking for mercy or tenderness. The contemptuous look of total disgust she saw in the blurred faces of her once loving parents lanced through the heart of her impaling the only soul that remained for her, the thick glossy red grub of her clit jangled like a bell sending the sparks and shocks of yet another base climax born of sick perversion shooting through the lost young girl.
As she shuddered her pink tongue waggled out in welcome as her swollen red lips enclosed the thick snout of the fleshy snake held out as an offering to her. As the cock bore deeper, endlessly into her throat, she swallowed, the hand grasping the long hose of flesh feeding it into her throat like a breathing tube being incubated into a patient. The roar in her ears, gave way to laughter, as the blurred sneering faces of her mother and father above her dissolved, to reveal the leering shiny brown faces of the Lieutenant and the Sergeant.
Her clit exploded in a series of eruptions like a string of firecrackers as reality replaced her delusion fantasy. Her body bucked and hopped as her muscles twitched and she swayed on her haunches, her massive teats bouncing and joggling on her chest, their bells ringing mockingly. Her eyes watched helplessly as the burly sergeant fed his long snake like cock into her mouth while holding her head immobile. The poor American girl could only swallow in an attempt to ease its entry, her gulping throat working frantically to take the fleshy invader.
Rachel’s blue eyes streamed tears down her upturned cheeks as she felt her tongue involuntarily caress and lap at the thick post filling her mouth, even as her stretched lips began to worm along the rod of flesh in welcome.
Chapter 33
Rachel’s throat burned beneath the balm of Sergeant’s thick cum. The pink little worm of her tongue played idly with the sticky paste that coated her small white teeth. Her glazed eyes swam, the face above her fluctuating between the grinning face of the Lieutenant and her father. Her head seemed to loll crazily on her neck as the Sergeant buffeted her from below, his long snakelike cock slithering in and out of her stretched anus.
The Lieutenant stood before the seated Sergeant. His thick legs splayed. He looked between the girl’s widespread thighs, their smooth pale skin marred with healing welts and fresh bruises. His greedy eyes watched the supple muscles of the girl’s long legs flex beneath the pale marked skin as her bent knees raised her bottom, only to relax sending the brown rod of the burly Sergeant’s cock pistoning in and out of her stretched rectum. The attractive young teen’s feet rested midway up the Sergeant’s thick brown thighs, where the Lieutenant noticed her dirty toes clenching at the skin of the Sergeant’s thighs like little fingers. Her sweating form rested back against the chest of the seated Sergeant. His rough hands circled her torso to maul and squeeze the veined breasts that separated heavily on her narrow chest. His fingers worked the heavy, resilient flesh mercilessly, finding the sensitive fibrous glandular lobes amid the voluminous fatty bags and grinding them between his stubby fingers. The bluish bruises blossomed amid the kaleidoscope of veins and welts that covered the massive fleshy bags.
The young missionary’s mouth hung in a slack smile, her hair matted and filthy. Dried tears of joy and horror, pleasure and pain stained her pale cheeks, her red lips swollen and chaffed turned in a faint smile of pleasure while strings of drying cum spotted her small smooth chin. Her heavy breasts excruciating at first were now centers of dull aching pain.
Rachel felt herself as a cesspool. She wallowed in it, bathing in the soothing slime that coated and filled her, its vileness coating every fiber of her being. She gratefully accepted the vile and filthy lust of others and made it hers. She claimed as her own the lust she willingly created and freed in others. She needed it, it now defined her, she could not live without it. Not to be used and defiled; without the thick pasty cum to fill her and satiate her thirst, without the pain and abuse to dull and douse the sharp flames of self hatred, she was an empty shell devoid of purpose her life was without meaning.
Her head lolled on her boneless neck as she focused on the wonderful riot of conflicting sensations coursing through her as the men used her voluptuous body to sate their endless sadistic lust. Like an automaton her splayed knees flexed and relaxed as she rode up and down the Sergeant’s impossibly long cock guided by the demanding calloused hands grasping her engorged breasts. Her mind registered each throbbing vein that wrapped the serpentine invader as the tight ring of her sphincter nibbled along it’s length to his hairy balls.
Her left arm hung loosely to her side as her right hand played busily with the hard demonic finger of her clit. The nails of her right hand scratched and clawed at the prominent inch and a half long projection, flicking and pulling at the thick ring that pierced it near its base. Her self abuse was at the verge of drawing blood from the glossy sensitive flesh.
The lazy slack look on her face changed into a rictus as the converging sensations pushed her abused body to yet another climax, as she grunted and shuddered, flecking her lips with foamy saliva.
When the thrashing of the yanqui bitch subsided the Lieutenant stepped forward. One hand grasped the heavy chain hanging from the mindless girl’s clit ring where it hung heavily between her swollen dripping labia. With the other hand he slotted his swollen prong between the gaping lips of the young woman’s cunt. Her wet cunt gaped, the held apart by the weight of the three heavy brass rings that pierced her thick labial lips. His breath hissed between his strong white teeth as the thick head of his cock encountered the cool rings on it’s way to be enveloped by the liquid heat of the missionary girl’s dripping pussy.
“Madre di Dios!!” he said with a grunt as he forced his swelling cock into the tight confines of the young woman’s spasming cunt, made tighter by the presence of the Sergeant’s long cock only a millimeter away in her rectum.
“A-h-h-h-h,.. u-h-h-h-h-h!” the girl groaned as the two invading cocks wormed their way deep into her guts, stretching her twin openings and threatening to rupture the thin membrane that separated them. Her blurry eyes looked down between the large discolored mounds of her breasts clamped in the Sergeant’s torturous hands, at the flat plane of her stomach. Her eyes watched the combined bulge of the two cocks slowly move beneath the pale welt streaked skin like a burrowing mole. She felt the razor like pain of her stretched holes mutate into a dull nauseating ache. She was impossibly stuffed as the blunt snouts of the invading rods rooted upward shouldering aside any organs in their way. Her nausea mitigated by a flash of pride as she soullessly gloated over successfully taking the twin invading cocks. Pain and discomfort, degradation and humiliation mutated into pride and pleasure in her confused mind. Her cum encrusted lips turned in a faint smile as she began to buffet between the two pistoning cocks.
The Lieutenant looked down at the sodden lips of her vagina and smiled as he felt the smooth cool kiss of the heavy rings lining her cunt against his churning balls. He watched as the obscenely swollen and thick grub of her clitoris dragged along the top of his cock as he sawed it in and out of the young woman’s gorged cunt. The two men settled into a punishing cadence of thrusts that pummeled the tall muscular girl like a rag doll between them. The Lieutenant’s heavy hanging scrotum swung like a bell clapper against the Sergeant’s wet brown rod.
Rachel’s head lolled back as she emitted a moan like wail that ended as though choked off in a guttural huffing series of grunts. The two men emitted only breathy sniggers as they fucked the girl, working with a deliberatness that was sadistic. The Sergeant’s efforts to maul the attractive teen’s oversized breasts served to hold them erect and prominent for the Lieutenant’s attentions. The Lieutenant, sucked and chewed at the girl’s long thick nipples until they stood painfully swollen and distended, the long rasberry-like nipples reddish blue in their torment. His oral craving’s satisfied, he began to pull and twist the sensitive teats by the thick rings piercing their base.
“Lieutenant, she is a godless whore this one is, eh? Uh-h-h, where did the anglo slut come from?” the sadistic Sergeant said as he continued to fuck into the unresisting girl.
“M-m-m-m-m-h, y-e-s!” the Lieutenant gasped as he felt the girl use an idle hand to cup and caress his hanging balls. “The old Padre brought her to us. She is here for our use until he returns.” He punctuated his words by sinking his rigid prong into her wet hungry sex to his balls.
“He says she is a godless whore by her own choosing. Not fit to any other purpose in this life.”
“A-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o…!! the girl wailed mournfully as the words registered on the fragment of her lust drugged mind capable of reason, only to be lost in the turbulent maelstrom of another orgasm triggered by the obscene finality of the words themselves.
“U-h-h-h-h, glu-g-g-g-gl, n-o-o-o-o, u-h-h-h-h” she grunted and gurgled as the filthy climax churned through her guts. The sight of her disgustingly abused breasts fueling another wave of pleasure through her. As the pulsing fullness filling her stretched holes increased, Rachel raised her glazed eyes upward and looked lovingly at the swimming vision of her father’s leering face. The heat of the liquid explosions filling her leaking cunt and anus pushed her to the pinnacle of yet another climax and began again the long gut wrenching slide, dragged by the apocalyptic horseman freed from the thickly swollen clit that projected like a young boy’s erect penis above her weeping cunt. She her head fell back slackly as she surrendered to the wonderful vileness of yet another climax. She let the little demonic rider drag her through the slimy filth that surrounded her existence. Her obscene thoughts and desires oozed like pus from ruptured abscesses to fill her mind and lubricate her slide into abject and complete degraded obscenity.
The leering grin of her father hardened as she felt his balls begin to empty, filling her clutching cunt with his seed. As she blinked back burning tears of joy and pleasure, the face of her mother appeared at his shoulder dripping with hatred and contempt. She reached upward toward her mother’s face. “Please love me…..” she said as her world dissolved into darkness.
The Lieutenant looked down with a mixture of sadness and contempt at the sweat and cum stained face of the young woman they were using to purge themselves. The mountainous mounds of her breasts discolored and swollen as the Sergeant continued to maul them. The once beautiful young woman was the image of a contemptible whore. He stiffened as his balls began to empty into her clutching cunt. He felt the Sergeant’s long cock swell against his own as he climaxed. The vacant eyes of the girl locked on his as she reached toward him. He lashed out with a clenched fist, catching the young girl on her upturned jaw. He burned with outrage and contempt at the suggestion of the desperate words that echoed in his ears, “Please love me…..”
Chapter 35
She lay in the corner like a soiled discarded rag. Her hair hung in matted strands plastered to her pale forehead with clots of drying sperm. A chain hung from the hook on the wall connected to the black collar circling her neck. Her cum encrusted lips were curled in a satisfied smile as she slept, the musky taste of sperm filled her mouth and a warm puddle of the delightful fluid filled her flat belly.
The two soldiers had left her chained in the corner in place of the cur bitch that had recently died while giving birth to a litter of mongrel pups. The tall anglo girl lay on the filthy mat that had once been the dog’s.
The slept soundly, the two soldiers having left to attended their duties. She lay on her side her peach colored cheek streaked with dried cum rested on her left hand, her right arm stretched over her head. Her lower leg was extended, the other was drawn up near her belly. The ruby red lips of her swollen cunt were crusted with her dried secretions. The hemp cords of the sukaranbo wove through the brass rings piercing her fat labial lips. The cords were matted and darkened where they emerged from the thick folds of her labia, sodden with her liquid guilt. The red swollen projection of her clit was visible between her legs where it was trapped between the taunt strands of cord, still engorged with blood, it glistened, the flesh tight and livid.
Rachel murmured and whimpered in her sleep, reliving her debauching at the hands of the two men. The taste of their seed still fresh in her mouth as her delicate tongue dabbed at the dried film coating her lust swollen lips. She felt their hands crawling across her chest, tormenting her painfully sensitive nipples. She sighed as she felt a touch at her swollen clit as thick pierced appendage was strummed and tweaked. The warm salve of someone’s saliva moisten the swollen lips of her sex.
The attractive girl’s long matted lashes parted slightly as she roused from her fitful sleep. Her breath caught in her throat as her struggling eyes focused not on demanding male hands tormenting her breasts, but the writhing shapes of several hungry pups.
Rachel’s heart pounded as her mind resolved the scene before her with the sensations coursing through her sluggish nerves. An aggressive black pup had latched onto the swollen nipple of her left breast sucking and gnawing on it as he would his mother’s teat. His needle like teeth pricked the oversized nub as the hungry animal strove to sate his hunger at the poor girl’s breast. The confused girl was horrified as she realized that yet another hungry beast was rooting at her chest, his sharp nails scratching and clawing, leaving red tracks on her pale flesh as he sought another teat at which to feed. A feather touch at her groin sent shivers through her as her lust deadened nerves awoke as the the now familiar tendrils of lust snaked through her young body.
Her blue eyes glanced down as she parted her sleek thighs. The black head of a third hungry pup wormed its way between them, his tongue avidly lapping at the thick ooze coating her leaking labia.
A forlorn groan started in her throat and rose to a shrill whimper as she shook her head in desperate denial. Her stiffly matted hair half hid her face as she sobbed in pathetic resignation, her smooth thighs parting involuntarily, allowing the hungry pup unrestricted access to her leaking cunt.
Her small white hands, rather than pushing away the parasitic pup at her left breast, raised the heavy slab of flesh, allowing the other hungry beast access to the teat of her right breast. As she lifted the firm swollen orb she rolled partially onto her back, parting her thighs as she did so. Her awakened cunt throbbed with obscene delight as her movements caused her mammoth tits to separate heavily on her chest, dragging one pup across her chest, his tiny teeth imbedded in her thick nipple.She groaned as his hind paws clawed against the tender skin of her belly as he tried to get a better purchase on the thick leaking teat.
The sharp pain in her nipples shot through her bringing a throb to the swollen finger of her clit, trapped between the taunt strands of hemp.
She lay on the dead bitches blanket, her pale thighs gaping obscenely, her arms spread above her head, as the three hungry pups nipped and clawed at her sensitive flesh.
Her blue eyes watched in horror as the two pups gnawed at the long thick projections capping the mounds of her breasts. She moaned in pleasure, helpless to stop the tiny carnivores as they tried to feast at her swollen tits. A flash of painful pleasure blinded her eyes as the forgotten beast between her legs mistakenly began to suckle at the nipple like projection of her clitoris. The needles of his tiny teeth pricked at the livid flesh swollen with blood as he nursed, the blebs of rich salty blood springing forth spurred him on. Streamers of pain radiated from her nipples and clit coursing through her, blossomed and erupted into a filthy climax. Her breath caught in her throat, her blue eyes rolled and her back arched as the foul sensations released the craved tide of endorphins. She writhed on the dirty blanket as though strapped in place by invisible bonds. No bonds existed except those in her lust drunk mind. She was slavishly bound to her own selfish needs. An addled giggle escaped her wet lips as she watched the pups nurse and chew at her turgid flesh. Streamers of colostrum ran down the high slopes of her breasts as the swollen ducts threading through the firm flesh of her breasts, opened under the avid attention of her four legged children. Her lust besotted brain was dulled to the fact that the hungry beasts were sating themselves on nourishment meant for her aborted bastard child. She could only arch her slim back and revel in the sensations coursing through her as the pups used her as they would have the dead bitch.
The attractive young American writhed there obscenely besotted by the uncounted and loathful climaxes afforded her as her mongrel companions had their fill. The tide of shame and guilt rose as the endorphin rush of her polluted orgasims faded. She began to quietly sob, her form shaking as she cried the tears of the damned.
Chapter 36
Steve Falwell knelt by the frame of the rickety bed, his elbows resting on the wool blanket that served as the mattress. His eyes were closed as he was lost in prayer. The bed sat in the corner of the hut that served as a church when the Padre came up from the lowlands for his monthly visit to the village of Refugio del Muerto. Falwell’s stay at the village had been hard. His presence had been grudgingly accepted among the predominately catholic villagers. The people here were mainly peasants scratching a living out of the jungle, or guerillas aiming to extort money from the government by threatening the production of iron ore form the surrounding hills. He had promised to send for Rachel, but after his arrival he realized how dangerous a place it was. It was best he had decided, that she remain in the safe keeping of Padre Pietro. While he held the catholic faith in contempt, seeing as a collection of outdated superstitions and dogma held over from the middle ages, he thought that the exposure to the teachings of another denomination would help in furthering her education.
There were few women and many men in the village. There were the wizen hags that seemed to be in every village square, begging. The others were wives or whores or both. Not at all a place for a young attractive anglo girl like his daughter. God forbid that she be exposed to the leering lecherous stares that the local women had to endure.
He pushed the thoughts from his mind as he immersed himself in prayer, secure in the knowledge that a man of his benevolent god watched over his oldest daughter.
After an hour of prayer, Falwell rose and left the hut and made his way down to the stream that served as the villages water source. He stripped to the waist and splashed water on his torso to wash away the night sweat. He picked up his towel and as he dried himself he noticed the dark haired girl standing quietly in the small copse of trees to his right.
Roselita Cocho watched the handsome anglo her curiosity overcoming her basic shyness.
The girl seemed to be his shadow, she followed him at a discrete distance whenever he was about. When he asked about her, the villagers had told him she had been orphaned at a young age by the vagaries of life in the jungle. The girl eked out an existence through the charities of the village. Always one step ahead of those that would exploit her.
As he dried the girl stepped to the stream edge and pulled the shoulders of her tattered peasant dress down to where it bunched around her waist. Falwell watched as she bent to splash water over her torso as he had done. Her pendulous brown breasts capped by dark nipples attested to the indian blood that coursed through her veins. He saw the patches of dark hair beneath her arms as she splashed herself. His watching eyes saw her prominent nipples pucker at the touch of the cool water as it ran down her hanging breast to drip from the elongated tips.
His mind reeled in righteous indignation as he watched the girl expose herself to his probing eyes. “Another typical indian slut.” he thought to himself with contempt. “She obviously is not familiar with the word of god and his teachings on modesty and chastity.”
Before he could gather his things to give her privacy, the young indian girl raised her dress, revealing a thick thatch of black pubic hair. She thrust her bared hips forward and splashed a cupped hand of water over the thick patch. She unashamedly ran her middle fingers through the thick mat spreading her reddish pink labia, cleaning herself.
Falwell’s face crimsoned in a mixture of rage and embarrassment. His mind filled with words ” such as “slut”, “shameless whore”, in his anger and self righteous rage he no longer saw the innocent nudity of a young indian girl. Instead he saw the mocking display of his faithless wife. No young girl shamelessly bathing herself, but a taunting licentious display designed to humiliate him. Seething, he hurridly gathered his things and stomped off toward the village, the young girl looking bewildered and confused in his wake.
Fighting to control his anger, he tried to ignore the tingling in his groin as his penis began to engorge itself with blood. He began to recite the Lord’s Prayer to himself, but the vision of the girl’s lascivious display kept invading his thoughts like an unwelcome serpent.
He rushed to the hut and hurried to the makeshift altar, bare chested, the thick brown hair on his chest still beaded with water. He knelt in desperate prayer, knowing this was yet another test his Lord God was subjecting him to.
He knelt silently lost in prayer, drugged on the opiate of sanctimonious righteousness. He saw himself risen above the unsaved multitudes, lifted above the temptations and consequent retributions meted out by his just and loving god. In his zealous contentment, he could not see beyond the serene bearded mask, to see the vengful hateful face of the being that ripped nursing babes from their mother’s breasts with dripping fangs. The eyes of his god watched with glee, this world of his that was nothing more than a death machine. It’s creatures suffering pain and death so that others might live. The strong subjugate the weak, the meek mere toys for the domineering.
Falwell jumped at the touch against his chest. Looking down he saw a brown arm connected to the hand caressing the thick mat of hair on his chest. His eyes followed the arm to his right and met the smiling face of the young indian girl. Close up he saw that she was the age of his own daughter, no more than 18 years. Her half lidded brown eyes were soft pools in a copper face framed by a wealth of straight black hair. The smooth high cheeks topped the soft line of her jaw, forming a graceful oval before meeting at her small cleft chin. Her nose was fine and flawless hintingly flared, a tribute to her indian blood. Her lips were turned up in a faint smile, revealing strong white teeth. The upper edge of her full lip curled into a perpetual pout casting a sexy shadow above her upper lip. Her eyes flitted between his face and her hand now entwined in the hair of his chest.
He suddenly realized he was the first anglo man she had ever seen, the hair on his chest was a revelation to her. She played with the hair on his chest, the little little soldiers moving farther down his chest and stomach. He felt the hot flush of arousal seep through him. The despised throbbing in his groin had returned with a vengance. His arms lay frozen in their posture of supplication, his clasped hands unable or unwilling to stop the girl’s inquisitive probing fingers.
The trusting affection in the girl’s face was obvious. He half turned toward her, the the beguiling smile on his thin lips screening the conflict within him. “Here was an innocent child of god,” his mind said one instant, the next she was a wanton godless slut, bent on seducing him. She was the picture of unspoiled innocence, no, she was a calculating whore like his ex-wife, bent on humiliating him.
His eyes darted between the innocent features of her face the the quivering globes of her full breasts barely concealed by her tattered dress.
Fuming hatred ate at the thin veneer of Christian love he had used as a plaster to cover the festering wounds inflicted on him not too long ago. He raised his hand and touched the girl’s cheek, she giggled at his touch. The laughter rang like an echo of his faithless wife’s laughter at his horror as he watched her tongue her lover’s cock, still slick with her own secretions.
His hand brushed past her cheek and entwined itself in her thick black hair and wrenched her head back with a snap. The look of amused affection was replaced by one of surprised horror as his smiling lips turned into a snarl.
“You fucking whore, you’re just like all of them. Using pretty smiles and soulful eyes to lead us on, to humiliate us. “You want to play, I can play,” he said as his used his free hand to rip open the frightened girl’s tattered dress.
The old fabric tore easily ripping from neck to hem and gaped invitingly. The girl’s torso bent back in a graceful bow by the pressure of his hand tangled in her hair. The flat bare expanse of her chest and stomach lay beneath his gaze, her full breasts separating heavily on her chest. He ran his free hand over the soft brown mounds feeling the dark brown nipples harden under his touch.
Seething with rage he ignored the girl’s sobbing whimpers as he dragged her to the corner of the room and pushed her to her knees by the bed. Her bewildered face looked up at his, catching only glimpses around the strong arm that held her head captive, hand entwined in her thick hair. Her full brown breasts jiggled and swayed as her breath came in panicked gasps as her wide brown eyes watched the anglo man unfasten his trousers with his free hand. Fear bubbled to the surface as the young girl began to whimper and sob.
Falwell tightened his grip on her hair as he heard the sob, the rigid pole of his cock throbbed as he felt an awful power course like a foul contaminant through his veins. He sadistically twisted the girl’s hair as he raised his arm, pulling her face closer to his groin.
Roselita’s stomach convulsed at the sight of the rigid pale rod that thrust from the nest of brown hair between his thighs. The young girl sobbed as her eyes stared at the clear fluid that leaked from the tiny wordless mouth that cut the surface of the reddish plum atop the thick white stalk. Bile rose in her throat as she watched it grow like some loathsome snake, dripping venom as it slithered closer to her trembling lips. In her terror she saw the thick blue veins wrapping its surface pulse as it grew more larger feeding on her fear as the man tasted his abject power.
“This is what you really wanted. Isn’t it you fucking puta!” he hissed as he drew her tear stained face closer to his cock.
His blood seethed as he felt total control, he reveled in the fear that wrote itself in the girl’s face. No hymn sounded sweeter to his ears than the tearful whimpers and sobs that tore themselves from the young girl’s throat.
Fisting his cock with his free hand, he guided it to the girl’s full trembling lips. He glossed their soft fullness with the stagnant ocher that leaked from his pious balls. He mashed the firm softness of his cock head against the white barrier of the girl’s teeth, dragging it along as a child would a stick along a picket fence. Her lips and cheeks distorted as he scrubbed the thick invader back and forth, reveling in the sensation of warmth and wetness as her unwilling lips caressed the sensitive head.
The young indian girl gagged as she felt the thick knob slide across her teeth and the taste of the gross slime assaulted her senses. She forced her tongue against the bulwark of her teeth in an attempt to reinforce the ivory barrier.
Tiring of the game, Falwell brutal twisted the girls head up and back, breaking the seal of her jaws as he threatened to tear the fist full of hear from her skull.
“Aw-w-w-w-w-w-h!!” she sobbed against the pain forgetting for an instant the crudgel of flesh that lurked at her lips. Falwell thrust his hips forward as he drew the girl’s unresisting head to his groin. His hard shaft of swollen flesh slid between Roselita’s parted lips, her teeth scraping down it’s pulsing length. The poor girl struggled for breath as the plum like knob bulled past her epiglottis and lodged in the back of her throat. Her slight frame was wracked with heaves as she gagged in response to the thick invader. Her writhing form hung like a fish impaled on a spear. Her arms and legs flailed pitifully as she was rendered powerless by her for air and her bodies involuntary efforts to expel the foreign invader nesting in her throat.
Falwell held the flailing girl’s head in a vice-like hold as he pulled her head tightly to his groin, his upper body hunching over in effort.
“M-m-m-m-m-m-m_h, don’t fight it bitch!” he spat as he ground his hips tighter against the unresisting girl’s face.
The young girl felt blind panic as her vision was blotted out by the tight flesh of the man’s stomach. The coarse hair of his groin pricked her nose as the thick shaft forced her jaws apart as it slither into her convulsing throat. Unable to breath she pushed against his steely legs in futile protest. Her brain screamed in protest as she fought against the mindless heaving as her throat struggled to expel the merciless shaft.
Her mouth ran rivulets of drool warming and caressing the thick pole as she calmed enough to breath through her nose, and her throat grew accustomed to it’s new tenant.
He held his thick cock imbedded in the girl’s throat until he felt her struggles subside. Her small hands rested on his flanks and the faint breath from her nostrils caressed his groin.
With a groan of satisfaction he drew his hips backward breaking the tight seal with a wet “smacking” sound. He drew his dripping cock back to where the swollen knob lay against the tip of the girl’s tongue. As slow thrust drove the shaft home again as the girl knelt, her lips parted in unresisting welcome.
Chapter 37
Rachel knelt naked in the center of the room, the stiff collar around her neck connected to the leash that led to the Sergent’s calloused hand. The lamplight in the shone off her pale naked flesh. Her hands were clasped together, her arms beneath her heavy swollen breasts. She knelt silently head down the taste of the two soldier’s cum still fresh in her mouth. They had offered her their cocks to suck, and suck them she had, filling her grateful mouth with their rich creamy sperm. Feelings of revulsion and shame mixed with the warmth of pride she felt at the thought that she could so easily bring them to climax, her practiced hands coaxing the thick seed from their tight scrotums. Lost in her private tangle of emotions, she heard a declaration that cut to her soul, like a clarion bell it rang in her skull, filling her with hollow dread. Tonite she would be taken to the barracks. She would be given to the men of the camp like a common whore. Her stomach knotted as the bile rose, surely they would not do that to her, she was theirs. They would protect her. She belonged to them. The mirage of security she felt in their company vanished as the Sergeant pulled at the leash forcing her head to raise.
“Puta, tonight you will visit the men. They will like you, I think, yes.” the Sergeant said with a laugh. “You will be the good whore, I think.” he said underscoring his words by bringing the looped end of the leash down savagely across her bare buttock leaving a livid red welt. The bells hanging from her pierced nipples tinkled as the flesh of her heavy breasts woggled from the blow.
The attractive teen bit her lip to the pain as it flashed through her. She groaned not because of the blow, but at the sick feeling of anticipation it released in her. The empty dread and revulsion that filled her gave way to the tentacles of peverse, sick excitement. Her mind flashed with images of strange men and their erect cocks. Dark faces filled with leering lust, connected to torturous hands playing out obscene, demonic needs. The realization that she would be the instrument of their fulfillment caused her stomach heave as her pussy convulsed, a thick jet of guilty musk leaking through the thin hair that fringed her swollen pierced labia.
A tug at the leash caused her stomach to heave, driven by a moaning wail, as she leaned to the side to vomit up a pool of white cum. The sight of the rank fluid she had so recently swallowed, sent guilt scalding through her. “You are a whore”, her conscience screamed at her. “Not even these vile men would want you.” it laughed at her. “You are nothing, good only to be used and to give others vile and obscene pleasure.” The maniacal laughter she heard was her own, as she dipped a small finger in the congealing pool of vomitus cum and licked at it with her tiny pink tongue.
Another tug and she came to all fours behind the Sergeant her whore’s bells tinkling as the heavy liquid filled sacks of her breasts fell to hang heavily beneath her like twin udders.
“Uno momento”, the Lieutenant said. He stepped forward and unclipped the harness from her waist. He pulled the twin ropes clear of her crotch, noting the slimy wet section that had been imbedded between her labia.
The young anglo teen groaned as her swollen clitoris burned and throbbed as the tension of the two rough ropes fell away and circulation returned. The first moan was followed by another as the Lieutenant forced his thumb into her upturned sphincter at the same time he buried three fingers in her clutching wet cunt. She glanced back at the man and waggled her plumping bottom in offering. He pulled his fingers dripping from her snatch and offered them to her. Tears sprang to her bright blue eyes as her tongue snaked out from between her smiling lips lick and suck at the evidence of her own sluttishness.
“Arrer!” he said bringing his hand down on her bottom with a “crack” as one would a horse. “Seguir adelante! Go ahead, puta, the hungry men await!” he said with a laugh. “It is claro that you are ready.” he said looking at his wet fingers.
The Sergeant stepped from the Lieutenant’s hut, trailing on the leash behind him she began the slow crawl across the camp to dark barracks door.
The moonlight shone off her pale skin lending it the hue of ivory. The flash of yellow marked the instant when the rings of brass in her labia and bells hanging from her nipples caught the moonlight. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her, their heavy load of colostrum filling them, the tincling bells hanging from her long distended nipples nearly dragging the ground beneath her. Her taunt buttocks flexed as she crawled, broader than weeks before due to the raging tide of hormones that were only now abating in the wake of her empty womb.
Her mind raged as she crawled, ordering her arms and legs to cease moving as her wide eyes watched the black doorway grow larger, looming before her like a maw set on devouring her. A giddiness fought with sickening dread as she crawled propelled by the obscene desire that ruled her. The heavy crusifix hanging from the ring in her clit tapped a steady tattoo against her thigh as it swung tugging and pulling at the sensitive bundle of nerves.
The Sergeant stopped, the dark doorway stood but eight feet away. A low moan escaped her throat as he stooped to remove the collar and leash.
“O-h-h-h-h-h, n-o-o-o-o”, she wailed at the realization that he was taking away the last shred of vaporous pride. No he would not lead her like a cur into the barracks. She could not hide behind the lie that she was being made, that she was being forced to give herself to these faceless men. These peasants. She would crawl willingly into their coarse caresses. She would know that she craved their stiff rods and lusted for the thick foaming sperm that boiled in their heavy balls.
The Sergeant took a step back and watched. With a moan, she placed first one hand then the other as she began to crawl toward the dark open doorway. Like a black hole it drew her inexorably onward. She could hear the nervous and excited murmurs from the darkness within as the countless eyes caught their first glimpse of her lacivious form.
Her pale had paused at the threshold of the door, her face turned back toward the lighted doorway across the camp. Her eyes paused at the twin figures illuminated in the door. Their laughter echoed in her ears. With a sob, she turned her pretty face, tears streaming down her pink cheeks. She extended her arm and the sick need pulled her into the dark maw of the hut. A low roar of excited male voices rose as her ivory form was swallowed by the black perversion that waited for her within.
Her wide eyes brimmed with tears as they sought to pierce the dim light in the barracks. Her little pink tongue snaked out to nerviously lap at the heavy ring resting above her full upper lip. She continued to crawl, the doorway leading to a gauntlet of short dark men. The excited murmuring continued as she crawled, sudued as the men were awed by the peverse spectacle they could have only dreamt about in thier unspoken twisted fantasies.
The narrow corridor of men led to a line of dirty cotton quilts in the center of the barracks. At the base of the long walls were their sleeping mats. A hearth stood at the far end. Several oil lamps lit the dim interior.
She crawled as the assembled men, nearly twenty in all closed on her as she neared the center of the room. A man, a boy really stepped forward as she crawled, her eyes met his and a smile of recognition flitted on her lips. The young soldier from the day of her arrival. The boy, several years younger than Rachel, reached down with a hand to brush away the strands of matted hair that obscured her face.
The murmurs rose as the men saw the girl’s beauty. Even through the dirt, the mortified and marred flesh, the young anglo girl looked like an obscene vision of the Madonna herself. Alabaster skin reddened and chaffed, the flesh mortifed by the rings, the swollen, leaking milky breasts. Every lust filled mind saw the same adolesent vision, felt the hot rush of guilt sear their loins and twist into guilt driven anger at the blameless girl. The foul and obscene melding of carnal lust and religious iconography was as old as religion, the old tools of lust and guilt worked their magic as each mind vilified and blamed the object of their own lustful vision and thus absolved themselves of blame.
Rachel smiled up at the boy past the heavy ring hanging from her pierced septum. As she watched, the boy’s smile turned to a leer as his hand tightened in her hair pulling her forward. The feeling that flickered in Rachel, died, as she saw the swollen knob of the boy’s slim cock snaking out of his fist. His young hand slid down her face to hook it’s thumb in the ring hanging from her nose. With a chuckle he pulled the thumb upwards forcing her face up and back. He continued to pull her forward her mouth agape. She groaned at the humiliating pain in her nose forcing her lips to part and accept the slimy knob into her wet mouth. A low moan rumbled in her throat as the consuming dread and revulsion were extinguished by the hot wind of lust that roared from the furnace of her clit.
Against her will she raised her hands to the hard lucious cock the young boy offered her. She mewed as she sucked and lapped at the delicious prong. The boy looked around the room at the other men, many older than he, in triumph.
The tension broken, a dozen hands decended on the young american, caressing, squeezing, probing, pinching and pulling. Dirty nails and calloused hands marred the girl’s pale skin as they hungrily pawed the form that only existed in their dreams before tonite.
Rachel groaned in guilty pleasure as she felt the many strange hands roaming her body. Her mind floated within a jar of thick obscentity. Like a preserved laboratory sample her brain’s mind eye watched from where it floated suspended in the rank foulness, watching the mixed crowd of indians, mestizos, mullato’s and other racial mongrels feasted on her lurid sexuality. Dirty hands caressed and squeezed her soft yeilding flesh, pinched and pulled, each yearning to hear a whimper or groan issue from the girl in response. Other fingers pushed and probed exploring the clinging wetness of her quim, toyed with the wet glistening rings in her labia, pulled and tugged at the suspended crusifix which was an extension of her grotesquely swollen clit. Fingers squeezed and milked at her heavy hanging breasts, drops of collostrum flowed down her whore’s bells dripping to bead on the packed dirt floor beneath her.
The attractive girl moaned around the cock stuffing her mouth as she began to shudder beneath the strange hands. Her minds’s disembodied image of herself pushing her inflamed clit to climax. She grunted and snuffled around the cock like a rooting sow as she surrendered control of her body to the black orgasm. The finger stuffing her cunt felt the guilty spasims, watching eyes saw the telltale flexing and contracting of her finely chiseled muscles.
Twenty masculine throats laughed at the girl’s guilty display, and as many minds absolved themselves of any lingering guilt, for surely this was a puta, a low and base whore. All doubts were gone.
Suddenly as if one mind, they pulled her free of the young boy’s cock, her mouth working like a waterless fish as hands picked her up and deposited her kneeling on the collection of mats in the center of the hut. Eager hands grasped her fleshy hips, spreading her firm cheeks. A dark burly figure kneed his way between her splayed legs. Fisting his cock he ran the thick head up and down the pink crevass of the american girl’s fleshy labia, luxuriating in the feel of the cool metal rings along his pulsing rod. He grunted with satisfaction as his knob caught in the throat of her cunt and he leaned into her forcing his thick brown post between the white and pink flesh of the girl’s offered labia.
“Muy bueno puta”, he said with a chuckle as he felt her hips surge back towards his as the girl’s cunt eagerly enveloped his surging cock.
Hands jackknifed the unresisting girl at the waist, as stiff cocks were offered to her pale white hands, which her small fingers gladly embraced. Her slender throat extended with a groan as she felt the thick post of an unseen cock first plug and begin to stuff her wet welcoming cock. She eagerly pushed her ample hips back forcing her dripping cunt against the cock that speared into her botton. She relinquished her grip on a throbbing cock to reach between her spayed thighs to cup and caress the hanging balls of her first rapist. She was rewarded with a grunt of appreciation before her arm hand was pulled away and placed on yet another throbbing prong.
The young american’s blood began to race, poisoned with black lust, as her inflamed clit convulsed under the crude caresses of the countless hands that mauled her. Her blue eyes searched the milling crowd of sweating male bodies that gathered around her like a pack of feeding dogs. Hairy hard muscled legs bumped against her. Her eyes swam from one brown greasy face to another, leering grins framed with thin greasy moustaches and filled with rotten teeth rained obscene phrases in coarse spanish down upon her blond head.
The foul lust filling her veins transmutted her shame and humiliation into pride and hunger. No longer did the degrading words burn her ears and pierce her heart. The words spurred her on to lower and lower levels of self abasement as they filled her with pride. How could she not be proud that so many men wanted her, that she could instill such lust in so many with her naked body? She groaned not in pain, as pitiless fingers twisted and pulled at the rings embedded in her tenderest flesh. She groaned in pleasure. Her debauched mind found wild pleasure at the degradation of her vile physical self. She ground her breasts in to the coarse hands that squeezed and mauled the heavy milk laden udders. She pulled against the fingers that twisted the rings piercing her thick swollen nipples. She groaned in encouragement at the impatient hands that squeezed and pinched at her pale flesh, eager to have their turn at degrading her, venting their black lust into her drooling orifices in a loathful parady of religious absolution.
Her body cried out in one shuddering climax after another for thier foul secretions, her mouth hungered for their thick seed, her skin burned to feel the coarsness of their beards, their rough demanding touch.
With a volcanic like roar the attractive teen pulled the slender cock in her right hand to her full lips. Her eyes smiled at the short dark man connected to the cock she began to kiss and suck. A moan gargled in her throat as the liquid pulsing of the cock embedded in her sucking cunt pushed her into yet another climax. She felt an instance of cool air against her gaping empty cunt, before a new stiff prong slicked up and down her drooling groove and stuffed her full!
She felt a new set of hands grip her fleshy hips and pull her back against him. Her suple thighs began to rock her back and forth onto the thick cock. Her swollen labia swabbed up and down the fat gristle kissing every pulsing vein.
The pretty blond worked her plump lips up and down the cock spearing into her face, her tongue busily caressing the underside of the strangers fat glans. She heard the groan above her and felt his hands grip her head hard. The tube of gristle filling her mouth throbbed and began to spew gobs of thick yellow scum into her throat. She struggled to pull the crudgel to her lips so she could suckle at the spewing tip and savor the strong flavor of the faceless man’s seed. She whimpered as he jerked his spent cock from her suctioning lips, and his fat balls fell away from her chin. She groaned with delight as two hairless thighs took his place. Rachel glanced upward and saw a face younger than her own, the teenage boy towered over her, his face a mask of contempt and lust. In an instance the boy had stuffed his hairless cock into the young girl’s willing mouth, his hairless balls rubbing against the tender skin of her cleft chin.
THE END OF CHAPTERS 32 – 37