VESTAL WHORE 11 – 16

Feature Writer:  [email protected] (sir_kraken)

Feature Title: VESTAL WHORE 11 – 16

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 11 – 16

Chapter 11

It was early in the morning as Hatori entered the rectory to do the regular cleaning and collection of soiled linens. He stopped in mid stride when he saw the sight before him. Tahio his son and the large mastiff nearly collided with him his halt was so sudden. For a moment he was bewildered at what lay before him. He knew the old Padre would be gone till midday, but why was the young American girl displayed so? It could only have been done by the Padre he reasoned, as he was her guardian. A not so benevolent guardian it seemed. Maybe he and the Priest had more in common than he thought. Silently he approached the table looking for something that might explain the puzzle before him. He saw the old books and leafed through the Jesuit texts gleaning enough from the engravings to know what the priest was doing to the girl. Why he could only imagine.

“So primitive,” he snorted under his breath. Looking toward the girl, he motioned to his son to remain where he was, the large dog straining at his collar at the scent of musk heavy in the air. He could not believe his good fortune. He could think of nothing else since laying eyes on the American girl the day before. He took his lust and frustration out on Maria these last few days. Even now she suffered for his pleasure, tied and trussed with coarse hemp waiting his return.

Rachel could sense a presence in the room, but could see nothing through the hood.

“Look at de leetle missy” a familiar voice hissed. “La Puta, si, Hatori?, the old japanese laundry man said as ran a rough hand over the smooth skin that clad the teen’s finely muscled back. The thick muscles along her spine standing out in relief as her back arched. His hands cupped her heavy breasts, drawing a whimper from the girl as it pulled on her swollen blue nipples. The old man’s hand slid down the girl’s back and around the curve of her buttock. He cupped the firm flesh and squeezed it in appreciation. He unceremoniously wormed a bony finger between the exposed lips of the defenseless girl’s pussy, still slick with the Padre’s leavings.

“Can I fuckee, the Missee, papa?” the youth babbled as he watched his father finger the girl.

The naked girl shuddered not at the sound of the idiot babbling of the large oriental youth, but at the wave of delight she felt as the bony finger explored her bottom. His other had joined the first, spreading her for inspection, the large nub of her clit rising in response. She felt a feeling in her stomach, a feeling of near nausea, not at her exposure, her debasement, nor the repellent touch of the old man. No, it was a sick empty feeling that they might leave her, that they might not use her. Might not fill her with their filthy squirming seed. This very thought should have sickened her, but she felt only satisfaction, that her womb might receive yet another baptism of viscous sperm. The helpless teen began to buck and grunt around the candle that filled her mouth. Trying to feel more of the maddening fingers that probed her exposed sex. The old man used one hand to pry her slick labia apart, the old Padre’s sperm still clinging to the sparse hairs. Hatori sniggered to himself at the sight of the red raw flesh of the poor girl wet with the spent seed of the old priest. Hitori grinned at the sight of the raised red finger of the girl’s inflamed clit. With sadistic glee he caught the livid bundle of nerves between the thumb and forefinger and pinched it cruelly as the the kneeling young woman thrashed and bucked in her bound position.

The old man motioned to the retarded youth to bring the dog forward, the mammoth dog champing with agitation. The old man jerked his fingers from the girl’s privates and held them in front of the slobbering dog’s muzzle. The dog sniffed at the oily goo coating the Hatori’s fingers and immediately began to lap at the musky smelling slime when the dog had finished with the man’s hand his head raised his nose searching for the now familiar smell. Tahio had a hard time restraining the large animal as he strained at the chain collar slowly pulling the youth toward the two half moons of the girls ass.

Rachel jerked at the first cold contact of the dog’s nose with the hot flesh of her quim. Her nerve endings sparked and sizzled as the dog assaulted her exposed privates. The poor girl made an inviting target, her tight ass cheeks standing tall and exposed on the firm columns of her long thighs. Her lean buttocks stood high and firm, exposing her sex in the wide cleft between the firm cheeks. The sparse blonde hair that covered her plump swollen labia fairly bristled, beaded damply with the the priest’s slime. Her swollen inner labia protruded out like some greedy tongue, red and swollen. With a cursory sniff, Conquistador’s broad tongue began to lap at the long labia, in a perverted parody of two lovers French kissing. The dog seemed intent at plumbing the very depths of the poor girl’s womb to get the mixture of musk and cum.

Rachel thought she would die when she felt the old man remove his wriggling fingers leaving her open and empty. She waved the split half moons of her ass from side to side in an obscene effort to recapture the feeling. The wet touch of the dog’s warm tongue brought a wave of excitement coursing through her.

The wailing “No-o-o-o-o-o! that rang through her mind when she deduced the true identity of the brute assaulting the treasure of her upturned pussy, came out a muffled moan through the plug of wax filling her mouth. She began to thrash and jerk as the perversion invaded her mind and senses. Each pull and jerk caused agony in her poor nipples and nose. Pain and humiliation competed for space within the girl’s consciousness.

Rachel thought she had sunk to the depths of depravity, but she was wrong, the hungry ministrations of the dog’s tongue began to assuage the girl’s pain. Once again the fire in her filthy cunt began to betray her. A low pitiful whimper vibrated in her throat as the dog continued to lap at her.

The old man stood watching the depraved display, idly squeezing the girl’s left breast as it hung heavily beneath her, his own right hand rubbing the erection that tented the front of his loose pantaloons.

“Tahio, Conquistador, no mas”, he barked as he motioned with his arm. His babbling son pulled the animal away from the girl, her elevated bottom wet with dogs sticky saliva.

“Now Missee…we see if I feet yor leetle pussy…”, he said as he fumbled with his pantaloons, shoving them to his knees. The hooded girl was spared the sight of the old man’s scab covered candy little legs as he waddled to the waiting girls elevated buttocks.

The old man positively drooled at the cleft of flesh before him. The teen’s firm buttocks were at his waist level, their muscular firmness creating a wide cleft in which the bruised slit of her pussy and pink rosebud of her sphincter could not hide. No the wide glistening cleft of her ass, elevated on the muscular columns of her thighs displayed her charms obscenely. Impatiently, the old man fisted his rancid cock and waddled up to the charms the bound girl offer up to him. He ran the knobby head of his cock up and down the angry red lips of the girls labia luxuriating in the slickness left by those before him. With a delighted grunt he rammed his warty shaft into the swampy cunt. His claw like hands clutched the girls narrow hips and his pelvis began the rhythmic motion as old as time.

Rachel moaned at this new invasion, her hips soon moving in time with the fleshy piston drubbing against her batter cervix. A steady low moan growled in her throat, as her thighs flexed pushing her ass back against the pelvis that pounded against her upturned ass. She knew she was truly lost as she thought not an instant of the cock or it’s owner, but focused on the thrill it gave her, on how it’s creamy load might taste and feel on her tongue. He mind was lost in an effort to create an image of what it looked like lancing in and out of her poor battered pussy.

The old man stared at the back of the girl though his slanted eyes, sweat dripping from the ends of his greasy mustache to drip on the upturned curves of her ass. He watched the subtle flexing of her muscular back as she supported herself and pushed backwards against him. “Such a whore she is, he thought”, with contempt. “It took over three years for him to train Maria, to the point that this young puta has come to in a day!” he marveled to himself. He watched as beads of sweat formed along the thick muscles of her spine and coalesced to pool along the hollow of her spine. Drops from her proud upturned ass ran down to join the pool as she labored slavishly to milk his cock.

The old man groaned inwardly at the soft flesh that encased his rod. The warty growths of his ancient member chaffed and tore at the tender near virginal flesh that clung to it with each outstroke. He could feel every squeeze of the girl’s cunt muscles, deliberately milking him. His eyes traveled upward at the motion of his idiot son, as he stood questioning by the girl’s hooded head. A grim smile spread across the old man’s face as he nodded. Fumbling with the cords knot, the spit wet candle soon fell with a clump to the wooden floor. The youth next removed the hood, the girl blinking wildly as she became use to the light. Her eyes brimmed with tears, from pain, relief or humiliation, it mattered not, as she wormed her ass backward as best she could, not missing a beat of the old man’s tempo as his bony hips thudded into the muscular cheeks of her buttocks that she gladly offered up to him, arching her back back to make her quim more accessible.

Chapter 12

The bleary eyes of the young woman could see nothing but the large log of flesh before her. Her head was still pulled harshly up and back by the tension of the nasal hooks, her mouth hanging open slackly now that the thick candle was gone. Looking down her slender nose she as he brought the thick vein wrapped post toward her defenseless but eager mouth. Her pink involuntarily darted out to wet the oval of her lips, as her eyes watched him pull back the delicate foreskin partially revealing the oversized fleshy knob, purple and gleaming wetly. She saw the huge scrotum that hung beneath the wrist thick shaft, their contents hanging heavily fully the size of tennis balls. The slick knob slid easily across her lips as the youth guided it into her waiting mouth. Rachel’s eyes seemed glassy as her tiny pink tongue explored the head beneath the delicate foreskin, her mind lost in contemplation of new sperm laden delights.

Rachel was an automaton as her hips rocked and squeezed in an effort to please the faceless owner of the pleasuring cock. Her mouth watered as she explored the hard rod of flesh that inexorably forced it’s way into her mouth. The insistent pressure against her mouth threatened to tear her nose from her face as the nasal hooks bit deeply holding her head in position. This increased the tension on her poor swollen nipples, looking like blue black strawberries from the restricted circulation.

“Mmmmmpppf, grlllgl”, the teen struggled for breath. Near the edge of sanity, Rachel pushed back against the cock filling her mouth, forcing her jaw ever wider, her breath snuffling and spurting through her nose around the restraining hooks. Rachel’s mind threaten to dissolve, as she struggled to please the faceless man filling her bruised bottom, all the while she attempted to swallow the staggering length and girth of the cock forcing its way into her mouth. The retarded boy babbled and giggled, a stream of slobber wetting his chin as he watched the girl swallow his mammoth rod. Grabbing the helpless girl by the head, he began to imitate his father, pumping his enlarged cock in and out of the teenager’s defenseless mouth as he blathered and giggled.

“Lookee, papa, I fuckee the Missee……” he babbled, unconcerned with any distress he was causing the unfortunate girl as his thrusts pummeled his groin against the unresisting girls face.

“Good, boy-y-y-y-y-y.” the old man said with a shudder as his ancient balls spewed their rancid seed into the raw channel of the girl’s cunt. He clutched the prominent hips and welded his groin to the pale cheeks of the upturned ass and felt the girl push back against him as his foul spunk spewed against the dilated mouth of her batter cervix. Asian and Negroid sperm competed in her cum clogged womb, wriggling out their brief lives for eggs that were not there. The old man felt every pulsation of the young cunt around his old cock. The wet velvet lining of her quim melded and kiss every crevass and warty knob on the old man’s member, bathing the dry cracked surface with an ocean of musk that pumped from her young flesh in a seemingly endless stream.

Rachel felt the old man’s liquid explosion, but had only begun to climb the peak of pleasure herself. Distracted by the twin penetration by the two men, the young slut had become to intent on pleasing them. The youth’s abuse of her mouth was made worse as she docilely tried to cover her teeth with her swollen lips to protect the invading cock from her teeth tearing and scraping the tender flesh of her mouth in a sacrificial gesture of submission. The boy cared little for her gesture as he plunged his cock into her throat to the roots, holding it there savoring the warmth and rippling convulsions of her throat as he triggered her gag reflex. Jets of air sent mucus streaming down her upper lip as her breath exploded from the restricted airway of her nostrils. The boy held the young slut’s head in an iron grip as she thrashed about trying desperately to breath around the cock buried in her convulsing throat.

“Mmmmmmmmh, mmmmmmmfp”, she gurgled as she felt the young boys heavy balls slap against her chin. Wordlessly she felt the thick post become thicker as the shaft prepared to baptize her with it’s rich cream.

As the old man withdrew his ruined slime covered cock from the willing tramp’s sodden cunt the he noticed that the girl was pushing her torso upward voluntarily making the thin cords encircling her painfully swollen teats cut further into the the tender flesh. He sniggered to himself as he walked to where his son had tied the massive dog. He untied the beast and sat to watch the spectacle.

Chapter 13

The great black beast immediately buried his snout in the girl’s dripping quim, his thick tongue lapping up the mixture of the old man’s spent seed and the musk drooling uncontrollably from the young slut’s pussy. Conquistador, shambled from side to side his tongue a blur as he struggled to get at every musky drop. The greasy hair on Hatori’s upper lip moved as his lip curled in amusement. His slanted eyes never left the underside of the big dogs stomach as the red club of the dog’s penis slowly extend from it’s hairy sheath. Ever since Hatori had acquired the large dog as a pup he knew that the dog’s endowment was “special”. He had taken great delight in forcing Maria to allow the dog to do “whatever” the dog had liked in the 4 years he had had her. The dog liked the smell and taste of women. He had never needed encouragement to mount Maria, the first time had been when she was on her knees cleaning, and as it happened she had been in season. He remembered the panic in Maria’s face when the 200lb dog had mounted her. Hatori had had to grab the surprised little hispanic by the hair to restrain her and after a few sharp blows, the young girl had let the dog have his way. After that the dog had acquired a taste for her, using her just about as often as Hatori.

Tahio’s cock seemed on the verge of splitting its’ own skin. The pulsing of the choking girl’s throat and the milking of her tongue along the underside of the sensitive shaft sent him over the edge.

“He-e-e-e,uh-uh,huh-huh,hee hee” the moron babbled as his shaft exploded, his large balls sending pulse after pulse of cum into the girl’s throat. Gagging and struggling for breath, her breath exploded out of her nose carrying with it streamers of thick white cum that draped her lips and greased the great tube of muscle that continued to ravage her mouth and throat. Pulse after pulse of semen, streaked with white ribbons of sperm splashed her throat and coating her tongue and teeth as the great cock continued to piston in and out of her face. The poor girl could taste nothing but the delicious white spunk as it coated her tongue and cloyed her taste buds. At last the boy withdrew the delicious prong far enough that she could suckle at the bulbous end. The girl’s cheeks hollowed suctioning as much of the thick cream as she could. As it dribbled down her chin, her small mouth filled to overflowing.

“M-M-M-M-h, a-a-a-h, M-m-m-muh”, the teen mumbled as she struggled to suck and swallow every precious drop of the boy’s thick sperm laden semen. Rachel vaguely felt the new onslaught on her raw cunt as she bent to the delightful task before her. To the poor girl, the thick white fluid was precious nectar, the symbol of the new communion that marked the new covenant between her and those she sought to please. Her old religious crutch had been replaced by a new and more powerful addiction. She was forever to be a servant she knew. Gone was the old Rachel, replaced by a groveling wretch, eager to please anyone, anyone with a hard spewing cock to fill her and to make her whole, to validate her new existence.

Her eyes gazed upward at the face of the boy idiot as he withdrew the meaty prong she had been suckling. The act drew a childish whimper from the girl, as though a child had been denied a toy. The shapely teen’s petulance lasted but a second as her muscular back absorbed the full weight of the the huge black dog’s chest and shoulders.

“Uh-h-h-h-h, ah-ah-ah-ah!”, the pretty teen groaned as her arms momentarily buckled under the weight causing excruciating pain in her nostrils as the hooks pulled at her tender nose.

The large dog shuffled forward on his muscular hind legs, his great back forming an arch over the girl’s kneeling form. Each vertebrae of the dog’s back stood out in clear relief under his sleek coat, his front legs grasping the sleek flanks of the trapped girl’s torso.

Panic born of the sudden pain rushed through Rachel’s mind, realization fought through the fog of fear slowly. Only when she heard the cruel mocking words of the old man’s did she know how much further humiliation would go.

The boy had joined his father to watch as the great dog struggled to take his turn at the willing slut. The sleek columns of the girl’s thigh rippled with effort to accommodate the dog’s weight. The muscles in her firm arms and arched back stood out as well as they took up the weight of the 200lb dog. Conquistador’s member was nearly fully extended now, the thin hairy sheath still encasing the knob of the dogs knot fully 9 inches from the tip of the thick blunt nose shaft. The bright red tube glistened, its surface mapped with thin purple veins. Widest in the middle, it’s blunt shape danced between the upright thighs of the teenage girl as it hung downward beneath the dog under its apparent weight. Hatori could see the dog’s great scrotum as if filled the gap between its muscular rear legs. The dog’s huge cock drubbed against the girls engorged clit as it hung too low to reach the leaking mouth of the girl’s cunt.

Realization dawned in the mind of the pretty young slut as she felt the constant maddening drubbing against her swollen raw clit.

“No-o-o-o-o-!! uh-uhnn”, the pretty teen whimpered in pathetic resistance. “The mongrel dog is mounting me”, the beautiful girl’s mind screamed. She knew then that what the old priest said was true, she truly was the lowest whore in god’s creation, a slut bitch, low enough to be the lover of a common cur dog. The thought hit her demonic licentious nerve like an electric shock, her guts knotted in exquisite anticipation, her skin prickling as the depravity of the act permeated her luscious body like a vile invisible poison, contaminating and degrading the flesh of her flawless body. Every part of her responded, the tips of her tortured breasts throbbed as the thin cord cut into them, the majestic heavy bags of her tits swelled and throbbed and her raw and ravaged cunt gushed its liquid approval at the depraved thought of it.

The last tattered shred of decency and self esteem of the beautiful teen died as her knees flexed to lower her bottom in an effort to offer an easier target for her bestial lover. Reason no longer existed in the attractive girl’s mind, only the desire to please, her bestial love, to play the cur bitch to the mindless beast. The mindless desire to please, to get in return the wonderful release of the flesh had undone a lifetime of learning, of teachings. The beautiful young slut clenched her eyes as she endured the pain that her efforts to captured the fleshy invader brought to her nose and breasts.

Conquistador pranced and danced on his thick hind legs, his fleshy spear skittering between the bitch’s thighs leaving slick trails across her stomach. The dog’s thick tongue trailed strings of saliva across the willing girl’s muscular back as his hunched form seemed to meld with the arched back of the young human bitch beneath him. His insistent pressure was matched by the backward push of her firm buttocks, both were rewarded as the blunt nose of the engorged red spear slotted between the sodden lips of her swollen labia, caught for an instance in the distended mouth of her raw cunt, then with a rush slid in to the hilt like a sword sheathing itself in her guts.

Chapter 14

“Uh-n-n-n-n-h”, was all the poor girl could manage as the great dog cock speared into her it’s blunt head crashing into her swollen cervix and sliding beneath it invading a portion of her abused cunt that had only recently been touched by the exploring fingers of the old japanese pervert. The fleshy spear lanced forward to bury itself against the wall of her vagina stretching and bruising the tender resilient flesh. The fingers on her bound hands dug into the wood of the floor, her eyes were wide but unseeing as the enormity, the utter depravity of what had just happened broke upon her. “She had let it happen, No, she wanted it to happen, she willingly helped it happen”, she thought.

“You utter slut, you, sick perverted whore”, her mind screamed out. “You are worthless, you are the lowest creation on earth, a mere sperm sump, destined to be a haggard slut, diseased and forever marked by the debased sins you are willingly committing.” These exhortations, the last whimper of the dying morality she had recently held rang hollowly in the vacuum of her mind.

“Oh, yes, this is s-o-o-o- perverted, so-o-o- nasty,….and I love it,” another voice in her head countered as she arched her back pushing her ass back towards her bestial lover. The beautiful young woman seemed to wallow in the depravity of her situation. Mere days ago she would have been physically ill at the thought of the act she now performed with relish. Like a maggot squirming in the moldering filth of a decaying corpse, she bathed in the supreme depravity of the act and the degradation she willing pursued.

The thick red canine shaft, fully 8′ around at it’s thickest point pistoned in and out of the groveling slut as the black dog rutted between her spayed cheeks that she willing offered up. All pretenses had been discarded, she willingly played the bitch to the humping animal. The small mouth of her abused cunt stretched mouth like around the slick red member. The strained tissue of her labia caressed the length of the slimy bestial cock as it withdrew only to rush back as the great animal’s hips pounded out a rapid staccato against the firm globes of her white ass. The red lips were stretched to a pale band wet with a white foamy paste as they tortured lips swabbed their mingled juices from the pounding rod like a hydraulic seal. A puddle of drool pooled warmly on her back mixing with the beads of sweat along her arched spine. The great beast’s flews were flecked with foam from his exertions.

The poor slut heard nothing but the heavy breathing of the huge dog and her own whimpering mews. She rutted like a common cur bitch, playing whore to the mindless beast to satisfy his animal urge. The beautiful slut licked her cum covered lips, her tongue protruding from her open mouth as if to make room for the huge animal cock that filled her to bursting.

“Uh-h-h-h-h-h-h”, she groaned as the blunt ram continued to bruise the far wall of her cunt. It’s rapid passage lubricated by her own secretions. She struggled to take the punishing cock, to accept in return the wonderfully wicked feelings it gave her. Her red swollen clit was now pummeled repeatedly as the dog’s knot pounded against her stretched labia.

The old japanese stared with a wicked grin as he saw the dog’s knot beating against the stretched mouth of the beautiful girl’s quim. No, he admitted to himself, it was too big. The girl mustn’t be hurt, today. She was still the property of the old Padre.

The two lovers seemed one. The form of the girl, her pale flawless skin glistening with sweat, the huge dog arched over her laboring form, it’s sleek black coat shining in the light, were joined by the wrist thick shaft of red meat.

The pale skin of the beautiful slut began to flush as she neared her release. The torment of her red raw cunt had turned to the tension of pleasure as her bruised clitoris continued to swell under the hammer blows of the dog’s hardening knot. She felt it before the mindless beast knew as she felt the red shaft swell to bursting, wringing yet another whimper from the bruised cum clogged throat of the attractive slut. Suddenly she felt the first hot jets from the impossibly swollen cock bath the abused walls of her stretched cunt. Jet after jet of hot dog cum washed the pain away in a soothing shower of bestial essence. The rush of hot animal release sent the slut into a long mind bending orgasm, her dirty fingers scrabbling against the rotted wood floor, the toes of her filth caked feet curling as her tense muscles bunched and knotted as she found the rapture that she so sought. She arched her sleek back, tensing the round globes of her buttocks in an effort to squeeze every second of pleasure from the humming nerves of her throbbing clit. The crazed girl could feel the entire shape of the bestial shaft as it filled her bottom, pumping her full of it’s life giving load. Already her system was alerted to the flood of alien sperm and was beginning to annihilate the squirming hoard as it labored up the opening of her dilated cervix.

A shudder wracked the beautiful girls body as the huge dog dismounted, his dripping cock dangling beneath him like an obscene red sausage. In the after glow of her orgasm, the poor girl began to sob. She cried with the realization that she was forever lost.

The dog walked to the door and whimpered. Hatori motioned to his son to remove the dog. As the door closed behind the boy. Hatori fisted his cock as he watched the stream of dog cum run like a string of mucus from the stretched and dilated mouth of the beautiful girl’s bottom. He walked to the raised head of the girl and surveyed her swollen cum encrusted lips.

“You suckee mee missee, and maybe I let the doggie have you again. You like?, the old man chorled. Rachel, had been born again, only as a mindless whore, a lowly slut. The old Rachel would have died as the head of the bound girl struggled against the confining nasal hooks, to nod her head in agreement, as she extended her pink tongue in invitation to the old man’s swollen cock.

** Chapter 15

Alone in the now dark room, Rachel heard the door open as the old Padre returned. She recognized his steps on the wooden floor, which stopped abruptly halfway across the room.

The Padre paused and raised the lamp to better see the girl. The sympathy he felt evaporated in a cloud of rage when he saw her in the lamplight.

The beautiful girl’s pale skin was streaked with dried semen, on the floor beneath her swollen open labia was a pool of congealing animal cum. The skin of her round firm ass, once flawless was a network of scratches from the old Orientals scrabbling fingers. The hood that had covered her head was gone, her head was covered by a matted clot of blond hair. The candle gag was gone, in it’s place was a dried crust of cum around the girl’s mouth. Her lips swollen and puffy.

“So, you truly have found your calling you brazen whore!!”, he roared. “Being a slut for god is not enough to satisfy your hungry cunt, you soulless abomination!!”

The Padre walked to the wall and removed a leather scourge that some of the more zealous locals sometimes used during festivals to do penance.

“Uh-h, Uh-h, No-o-o-o-o, the girl protested as the first blow landed on the smooth skin of her muscled back and ass.

He began to flail at the helpless girl, her white white skin making an unmissable target.

“You foul abomination, you are to god’s purpose and none others, only he can debase you for his will. You offer yourself up like a common slut, in violation of his will….”

He eyes blurred and it was no longer the poor young vessel of lust before him but the hated woman that had once betrayed his with another. He lashed out his anger at her, smashing the sneering smile, the faithless flesh that had robbed him of his manhood…

The long leather tails of the lash raised livid red and blue welts across the flawless skin of the beautiful teens back and buttocks as the crazed priest bent to his demented work. His arms knotted as he flailed at the helpless trembling form before him his black bulk towering over her as she groveled kneeling. The long leather tongues seemed to caress and lick the girl as they wrapped themselves lovingly around the curves of her jerking and trembling form, kissing her flanks and the sides of her heavy hanging breasts. The beautiful young girl jerked and tossed bringing renewed agony to her discolored and swollen nipples, and the angry red pits of her nostrils where the cold steel hooks held her fast.

Nothing was spared the unforgiving kiss of the lash. The Padre paid special attention to the ripe wet target made by the cleft of her proud ass cheeks and the swollen dripping labia that nestled between the columns of her white thighs. The merciless hard edged leather did its work without conscience, bringing piteous whimpers from the attractive young woman.

Rachel’s mind exploded with insane pain as the coarse leather bit into her sensitized flesh. She thrashed and jerked but soon knew that any movement brought only more pain. Soon the pain in her back, a swollen mass of hot welts gave way to the searing pain of her cunt as the old sadistic priest laid the lash into the swollen wet cleft between her legs. Her whimpers were soon lost amid the heavy breathing of the old priest as he labored over his defenseless victim.

“May god’ save your unrepentant soul, you foul whore’s spawn..” he wheezed as his anger abated. His anger clouded eyes now saw the wretched sight before him and his heart clutched in sympathy.

The bound girl, trembled before him, her once flawless skin now a network of livid red and blue welts, some weeped where the leather had nearly drawn blood. Her pitiful whimpers were broken by quiet sobs, the floor beneath the girl spotted with tears amidst the drops of dried cum. The old black Padre was ashamed for what he had done to the girl. True she had behaved as a brazen slut for an unknown man or men, that was certain. But, she had been in no position to prevent it. His heart felt sad and he was sickened that he had lost control of himself and had in part enjoyed it as the throbbing in his groin attested. He victimized the girl to assuage the anger he felt at himself and the betrayer of his heart. He hurried to the poor teens side and gently unbuckled the restrains binding her hands and knees. He cut the thin cords that cruelly pulled on her luscious breasts and lifted her semen stained face from the metal hooks.

The poor girl looked at him with gratitude as she crawled from her perch, legs too numb to stand. She faltered, her mind mind awash with memories of the days pain and pleasure. The spark of lascivious depravity sprang into flame as she caught her reflection in the mirror that stood fastened against the wall. She looked intently, her pink tongue peeked out to wet her swollen cum encrusted lips. Her beautiful hair matted with sweat and semen. She raised a had to a swollen discolored nipple still painfully bound, and felt it’s blood swollen sensitivity. Her eyes beheld a wretch that she could scarcely recognize, bruises and welts covered her once flawless skin, dried yellow cum stained her face, and she could see the red raw flesh of her bottom glisten with others leavings and her own guilty secretions. Without thinking the lost slut lowered her head to the floor as if to find comfort. Her cheek pressed against the dirt of the rotting wooden floor. Her tiny hands ventured back along her flanks, fingers splayed she gripped the firm cheeks of her abused ass and splayed them exposing the angry wet mouth of her cunt. The thick red sentry of her clit was erect and swollen. She arched her back and elevated her bottom as she wagged her splayed cunt in invitation to the old Padre.

Chapter 16

The morning sunlight leaked through the old shutters on the window and woke Rachel from her dreams. The beautiful young woman’s head swam with visions of spurting cocks. She was imbibing from their creamy fountains, their viscous loads filling her mouth to overflowing, bathing her face and chest. Other muscular tubes assaulted her cunt and ass, stretching her, their throbbing girths making her feel safe and secure with their filling presence. The maddening throb of her swollen oversized clit under the persistent rubbing of the demanding cocks was a reassuring constant. She was on a long liquid ride her heavy breasts swaying and bouncing with her labored exertions.

The attractive young girl rose in a trance like state, barely aware of the actions she had willing performed over the last 48 hours. Her fall had been so far in so short a time that it too seemed a dream. Each step reminded her it was reality, her new reality, she had become, of her own accord, a willing and enthusiastic whore, a slut to every virile cock that wanted to use her. Her abused cunt was raw from the men and yes, beasts that had used her. She felt the sticky wetness that still dribbled from her stretched and aching cunt. It wet her bottom, the crevass between her firm cheeks thoroughly greased by the leftover sperm. Her back and buttocks throbbed from the lashing she had received from the old Padre, her nipples, face and knees hurt too. Then she remembered, the in her knees was from the fucking the old Padre had given her. Her face burned with shame as she remembered offering her dripping bottom to the old priest. She could still feel how his cock slicked into her distended cunt on the spent sperm that coated her insides. She could still feel the raw ache as her knees and cheek, grated across the old wooden floor as the old black Padre had fucked into her upturned cunt with a maniacal fury. She remembered the insane lust she felt as she helped in her own degradation. She recalled the cramping in her stomach as she used her strong supple muscles to milk the old man’s cock, how she had reached back to fondle and cradle his swaying balls, trying to make it good for him. Her last memory was of the long orgasm she had as she pinched at her swollen clit with her own grimy fingers, scratching and clawing at the sensitive nerve bundle to heighten her own pleasure as the old priest filled her raw and aching young cunt with the dregs from his withered balls.

The beautiful 18 year old walked to the hook on which hung the simple cotton peasant dress, all that remained of her belongings. The Padre had removed her suitcase and other belongings. Even denying her footware. She raised her arms painfully, the welts and bruises crying out from her movements. The light from the window shone across the broad white expanse of her large breasts as she put on the old dress. Her heavy breasts swayed within the loose confines of the dress, the long fingers of her red nipples clearly visible through the light fabric. She walked out of her room and down the dark hallways of the church. She dreaded what awaited her at the laundry. Her dread was mixed with a sick sense of anticipation. What did she have to hide from them? They had taken her, they had degraded her in a way that was beyond her imagination. And still she was excited at the prospect what might await. She stepped from the dark church into the bright light of a new day.

THE END OF CHAPTERS 11 – 16