VESTAL WHORE 17 – 25

Feature Writer:  [email protected] (sir_kraken)

Feature Title: VESTAL WHORE 17 – 25

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 17 – 25

Chapter 17

The young missionary girl walked into the laundry, her bare feet leaving dust footprints on the floor. The front of the shop was empty, the wash area vacant. She continued to the back looking for Maria or Hatori and his son. The thin cotton of her dress had already begun to cling to her in the hot humid air of the shop. Her large breasts joggled heavily on her chest within the loose confines of her dress, their size and weight pushing the front open, as her crude belt tried to hold the front of the dress closed. She walked into the back of the shop and paused momentarily as her eyes adjusted to the relative darkness. Her breath caught in her throat, her saliva rising as she saw the sight before her. There the young Bolivian girl, Maria was on her knees naked to the waist, Tahio’s log like cock filling the girl’s mouth. The girl’s thick black hair hung down, obscuring her face as she bent to her task. The large mixed breed cur was busily lapping at the crevass of the young girl’s swaying bottom. Tahio’s large right hand played with the dark brown saucer sized nipples that capped the girl’s large tan breasts.

Her bottom throbbed at the realization that she had looked like this only last night. Rachel could tell that this was not the first time for Maria, her small hand kneading and caressing the wrinkled sack of the boy’s oversized scrotum with practiced motion. Mews and whimpers of satisfaction came from her gorged mouth as the boy’s hands tormented the girl.

Rachel had but an instant to feel the fleeting pangs of jealousy and envy that blossomed in her. Bony hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her toward the waist high counter. The beautiful girl offered no resistance as the old man pulled her toward him, she could not pull her eyes away from the huge pistoning cock locked between the hispanic girl’s lips. The hungry smacking and gurgles from Maria’s lips filled the pretty American’s head as she felt the old man’s bony fingers at the neck of her dress. The young girl refused to pull her eyes away from the lascivious display, as the old man peeled the thin cotton dress away from her shoulders and pushed it down her eyes to bunch uselessly around her waist.

The old japanese looked at the tall American girl before him. The withered yellow skin of his hands contrasted with the pale white skin of the girl’s naked torso. The old man’s slanted eyes narrowed as he saw the livid red and blue welts that marked the girl’s shoulders and sides. He ran a withered finger along a livid blue line that marked the creamy white side of one of the girl’s heavy breasts. The compliant girl seemed in another world as his bony finger traced the circumference of her pink aureole, it’s surface erupting into a forest of bumps as it contracted, the long thick nipple that crowned the mound of flesh hardening. The old man scooped up one of the huge mounds in his withered hands, marveling at it’s heavy firmness.

Rachel stood lost in envious desire unable to pull her eyes away from the carnivorous display as the girl swallowed the huge yellow cock. Suddenly she felt the old man’s warm mouth engulf the aching nipple of her left breast. She looked down as the old man’s rotting teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of the swollen mound. Her heart leapt as the familiar twisting knot flowered in her stomach, its tentacles reaching out to strum the bundle of nerves between her trembling legs.

A feeling of bliss came her at the feel of the old man’s tongue as he suckled hungrily at the swelling nub of flesh locked between his lips. The sensitive, bruised nipple swelled as he sucked and chewed at the tasty flesh. Releasing the one, he turned his eyes to the other. Unbidden the girl lifted the heavy bag of flesh with her own hands, lips bared in a tense smile, she offered the luscious orb to the foul hungry mouth of the perverted old man.

“Uh-h-h-h-h, M-m-m-m-m-h,” was all that escaped from the young sluts lips as she stood head back, slack jawed as the wizen old man feasted on the flesh of her heavy swollen breasts like a nursing child.

“You suckle”, the old man demanded as he pushed the tall blonde girl to her knees before him.

“M-m-m-m-m-m”, was all the beautiful teen could manage, as not yet on her knees her hands shot out eagerly to pull his pantaloons down as she willingly fell to her knees.

The beautiful young missionary girl mumbled happily as she bared the old man’s gristly uncut rod. The warty shaft that had so recently used her, loomed over her eager face like a ship’s bowsprit. She cooed excitedly as she eagerly nestled between the old man’s spindly splayed legs. She smiled up at her tormentor as her little pink tongue snaked out to bath the drippings from the day before from the stinking spear of flesh. She lovingly tongued it from the matted sparse pubes at it’s base to it’s swollen discolored knobby head. Only days before she would have gagged at the mere thought of what she willingly and happily did now. She gurgled with delight as she lapped the milky discharge from cock’s leaking tip. She lovingly kissed the tip, licking from her swollen red lips the thick discharge, then engulf the head in her anxious young mouth. The old man leaned back against the counter and watched the young white woman make love to his old diseased cock. His eyes burned into the girl as she bent to her thankless task. He ran his calloused hands over her soft skin, capturing a swollen red nipple to torment. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling it viciously. The gurgles and wet slurping coming from the beautiful girl were music to his old ears. He watched as the young slut worked herself in a frenzy as she tasted his rancid pre-cum. He groaned as the teen swallowed the length of his cock, swirling her tongue around the rigid length.

The wanton slut could hear the babbling of the retarded youth as he filled the mouth of the pliant young hispanic girl with his genetically defective sperm not three feet away. She quickly put it out of her mind as she lovingly caressed the old man’s balls. She could smell his stink, a combination of days of sweat and sex, and his unwashed ass.

“Oh, god”, she moaned in her mind as her pussy frothed at the disgusting depravity of it all. She loved it, she wanted more, she wanted the old man and his son, wanted them to take her, to hurt her, like the old Padre had. The old Priest had opened a door to the dark side of her soul. Male cocks, any cock, was her world, the old Padre’s cock had lanced into her soul and released the foul abscess of repressed feelings. She wanted the pain, the humiliation, the degradation that only hard spurting cocks, hard unforgiving twisting pinching hands and the dominating minds behind them could inflict upon her once viginal flesh.

The old man suddenly gripped the girl’s head and pumped wad after wad of yeasty cum into the girl’s throat. The young American teen gagged reflexively pulling her mouth back down the lovely shaft. An errant gout splashed across her cheek as she quickly captured the head to suckle at the spouting tip, filling her mouth with the watery rancid cum that erupted from the old man’s withered balls. Her clear blue eyes looked up at the unforgiving face of the old japanese. She saw no mercy there, looked for none, she wanted only one thing from him, his cock!

Hatori gazed at the lovely face of the young white teen. A strand of his yellowish cum dripped from her cheek to the side of her full breast. Even beneath the layered filth, the bruises, the dried cum, there was perfection. He would break her, ruin the young woman so that no decent man would want her. He would degrade her till she would willing offer herself to the lowest gutter dweller and suck any cock offered her.

Chapter 18

“You will stand quietly, missee”, the old man hissed.

Sweat dripped from the nose of the beautiful young woman in the heat of the small room falling on her bared breasts. The deep cleavage between her two immense breasts was damp with perspiration as well. She stood there meekly her cotton dress bunched around her waist. He tongue nervously licking the old man’s spent cum from her lips.

Her cheek was livid from the open hand slap she had received a few minutes earlier. She had followed the old man in to the small room off his living quarters and he had positioned her under a large heavy beam and then for reason, slapped her across the face with all his strength. A sneer was all the response she got when she searched his face for an explanation.

“Had she failed to please him”, she asked herself. “Hadn’t she siphoned the foully delicious sperm from his withered balls, licking and lapping at his deformed cock?”

“Missee will remove her dress, please”, the old man said as he stared at her intently, his smile baring the stumps of his rotten teeth.

The beautiful girl did as she was told, untying the simple belt that preserved her remaining modesty. The cotton dress fell to the floor revealing her once perfect body, now bearing the marks of a common whore. Welts from the lash criss crossed her back and flanks, her long swollen nipples stood out, still impossibly long thick and swollen, circled with bruises and hickeys from abusive and demanding mouths and teeth. The white vein mapped surface of her large breasts bore the finger marks of the men that had used her. The lips of her abused cunt were red and swollen beneath their sparse covering of fine blond curls, the red swollen finger of her clit protruded out like some obscene appendage, beneath it her long inner labia hung like an inverted cock’s comb red and raw, quivering with her every move. Lash and the finger marks of the men that had recently used her.

The old japanese laundry man was a flurry of activity as he bound her hands, the rough hemp rope chaffing the skin of her slender wrists. He roughly pulled her Once the old man was finished he hoisted her arms above her head to the point where she had to stand on her tip toes to take the weight off her wrists. Her huge breasts were drawn upward sagging only slightly with their own weight, the round globes full and taunt.

The old man quickly secured the young woman’s ankles and drew them slightly outward and apart, resulting in more of her weight falling on her wrists.

“I am master of nawa shibari”, the old man stated. “You will be my new subject”.

The teen clearly did not understand, her face vacant.

“I will create with the ropes, a work of art, of pain, of torment.” he said. “You will come to love the ropes”.

With this he set to work.

The thin ropes of the shinju constricted her breath, but the worst was how the rough hemp chaffed the bruised skin of her back and breasts. The old man showed great skill, the hemp lying closely together where it circled her torso above and below her large breasts, squeezing them into an immense shelf of flesh that projected outward from her chest. Under her arms the cords were circled again cinching the cords tighter creating a rope vise that squeezed the firm flesh of her breasts in it’s biting embrace.

Rachel felt as if here chest was encased in a vise, she hungered for air, only to find that the embrace of the rope only allowed for shallow breaths. In time she became lightheaded and the panic subsided to be replaced by a feeling of serene security as her mind lost focus.

The hands of the old man continued there craft as he selected a hemp rope of thinner diameter and began to encircle each of the girls heavy breasts. The first loop bit into the billowy flesh near its base where it ballooned from her chest. Each successive loop lay close to the first biting deeper and deeper into the constricted flesh. The cord was thin enough that twelve loops made a a band of solid hemp two inches wide at the base of each breast. The heavy tits of the girl projected nearly horizontally constricted as they were by the rope corset, drooping like lopsided ice cream cones as the compressed mass of flesh oozed out and hung down.

Hattori’s wrinkled face split in a grin. “Missee, see the color of your big titties are changing already.” he said with satisfaction. “The tight ropes make blood pool in your big titties, they make stretch and swell!!” he said with a giggle. “Titties become even bigger!!”

The attractive girl’s oversized breasts were changing color. Their normally pale surface marked only by the traces of livid blue veins visible beneath the translucent skin had changed to a deep red, as blood began to pool in the massive bags. The old man turned to the table, he was little interested in the woman now, only the end result of his handiwork. Maria’s breasts had swelled to immense distorted globes, he knew this young slut’s tits would surpass even that. He sorted through several pieces of split bamboo and found several that were a quarter inch wide by four inches long. He deftly split the flat sections lengthwise between two joints. He turned to the beautiful young woman and harshly twisted her long nipple. He worried each one in turn until they stood out longer and thicker than the first joint of his little finger. He bent the bamboo sections toward the girl’s rigid nipple so that the slit he had made opened and carefully fit the swollen teat between the sharp jaws. With a simple release of the strip the halves closed brutally on the sensitive bud.

“Oh-h-h-h, no-o-o-o-o-o-o, ple-e-e-e-ez-e-e-e”, the beautiful girl gasped as the pain roused her from the stupor induced by the constricting ropes.

“H-e-e-e-e-e-e, Missee, no like?” the old man sniffed. He quickly snapped the other bamboo piece on the remaining nipple.

“Hm-m-m-m-m, tittie, swelling nicy”, he said as he harshly squeezed the girl’s discoloring right breast. The color had turned from read to bluish crimson. The breast no longer lapped over the constricting rope band, but was beginning to stand further out as the internal fluid pressure increased and the skin took on a shiny sheen as it stretched and billowed outward.

The old man turned and knelt between the helpless teens attractive legs. He gripped the girl’s inch long clit, and brutally captured it in another bamboo clip.

“A-a-a-a-a–e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e”, the girl screamed, her body going rigid as she thrashed and pulled at the confining ropes. The livid red nub of her clit looked as though it might burst from the confining grasp of the thin bamboo strips. Hatori had one additional task. He quickly confined and secured the lips of the the young girl’s cunt between two smooth sticks, securing the ends tightly with strands of string. The thick swollen slabs of flesh were pressed tightly together constricted to pass through a mere quarter inch space. The old japanese fingered the slabs of feminine flesh as they immediately began to swell, looking like hanging strips of sirloin as they discolored. Hatori new that time alone would now inflict the pain he wanted and the girl needed. He turned and left the room to find Maria, his ancient cock twitching in his pantaloons as his withered balls churned.

Seconds turned to minutes in the dim light of the room. Rachel’s beautiful face was partially hidden by strands of damp blond hair as her head hung down limply. Her once bright eyes were dulled from the unceasing pain. The smooth skin of her face now lined, eyes sunken from the continued stress. The pain in her wrists was all but forgotten as the throbbing in her breasts and cunt increased with each passing minute. Her red rimmed tear blurred eyes looked with disbelief at the bluish red monstrosities her once large but perfect breasts had become. Bulging veins were visible through the shiny stretched surface of her skin. The pooling blood had caused bruising as small vessels ruptured under the pressure. She saw with horror the incredible size her swelling blue tits had gained, fully half again as large as normal, the grotesque bladders standing out starkly against the pale whiteness of her torso.

Slowly the horror gave way to satisfaction as self-loathing replaced fear, hatred and disgust was redirected inward as realization dawned once again that she like this and that she had sunk to yet another, newer depth of depravity.

“M-m-m-m-m-m-mh”, she moaned as she moved her torso from side to side causing the heavy distended bags of her breasts to swing from side to side. They looked like bluish swollen water bags, skin taunt to bursting, slapping from side to side, stretching and pulling in exquisite pain.

“Missee, like h-m-m-m-m-m?, the old man whispered from the shadows.

He stepped forward and captured one heavy swinging breast, and squeezed it harshly, his fingers barely denting the swollen hardened bag. From his left had he held a loop of leather fastened to a large hollow gourd. He quickly looped the leather around the bamboo fixed to her painfully swollen nipple. He affixed one to her other breast and yet another to the sticks binding her swollen labia.

“Maria! hai!!”, was all he said as he left the room. He was replaced by the stooped form of the young Bolivian girl carrying a bucket of sand. She quickly added sand from the bucket to each gourd until they were half filled, ignoring the moans from the young American missionary.

In truth, Rachel moaned from pleasure and pain as the weight pulled at her tender flesh. Stretching and pulling the sharp edged bamboo drew blood as it cut into her hard swollen nipples. She could feel and reveled at the stretching she felt in her swollen labia and remembered how the hard cock of the old Padre had felt as he stretched her virgin pussy.

Numbness had set in before an eternal hour passed and the girl returned to finished filling the gourds.

Two hours passed when the old man returned and punctured the girl’s now impossibly swollen breasts with thin slivers of bamboo. With each prick fat bubbles of crimson bloomed on the taunt blue surface of each breast dribbling streamers of red down the teen’s pale torso.

When the numbness set in once more, the beautiful girl’s face split in a depraved and indifferent smile.

“A-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-, yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s, she moaned between clenched teeth as she began to move her torso from side to side, the heavy sand filled gourds swinging from side to side, pulling and stretching her swollen flesh. Small rubies of crimson sprinkling the floor around her as rich red drops dripped from her ravaged nipples and breasts filling the air around her with a red haze.

Chapter 19

Rachel stood suspended in the sweltering room. Her long blond tresses hanging in damp matted strings about her beautiful sweating face. Her shoulders throbbed dully, their joints stretched by the ropes around her wrists from which she was suspended. Her head hung head hung slackly, drool leaked from her swollen lips trailing down her delicate chin to drip into the chasm of her cleavage. Her eyes were half closed as if drugged, as unseeing as her ears were unhearing. Only the dull roar of pain and need filled her senses. The delicate hands at the end of her slender arms were blue from the lack of circulation, the sweat from the pits of her harms had mingled with blood to stain the hemp ropes that formed the karada that criss crossed the pale skin of her torso, the diamond pattern cutting deeply into her smooth white skin. The shinju wrapping that bordered her enormous breasts constricted her breathing inducing her near catatonic state. The wrappings at the thick base of each breast were buried in the swollen flesh, appearing like the stems of two enormous mushrooms, the delicate flesh of her tits, ballooning out like the obscene bluish red caps. Their flesh so engorged with with trapped blood that their skin had a glossy sheen, veins raised angrily along their surface, nipples impossibly thick and prominent. Her pale torso was striped with the dried blood from her pricked breasts. Despite her pleas the old man had thankfully removed the weighted gourds and the bamboo clamps from her nipples and clitoris to prevent permanent damage and disfigurement. Like some pathetic autistic, the beautiful girl had sought sharp self induced pain to pierce the dull throbbing ache of her bondage, and the self loathing she had for herself. The loathing and the freedom of self degradation and depravity it gave her was like a drug. She knew now there was no limit to what she could endure if it gave her pleasure.

The dull ache in her hips increased with time. The rope securing her right foot was still in place. Her left leg was now hoisted up hanging from the same beam that supported her arms. Bound around the knee, her left leg had been hoisted up, her thighs cranked apart till the muscles and tendons of her inner thigh and buttocks stood out in bold relief. The sadistic old man stepped into the room, his pantaloons bearing a dark stain that outlined his cock. The secretions of the Bolivian girl mingled with his own staining the dirty fabric. He approached the young American girl and fingered her exposed pussy. The twin sticks were still in place constricting the swollen lips of her labia. The beautiful teen barely moved as he played with the obscenely swollen tongues of flesh that were her labia minor and majora. They hung heavily down thick and swollen with the blood, the two tied sticks acting as a thin vise. Above the thick slab like lips, projected her clitoris. Abnormally large under normal circumstances, the normally half inch bundle of nerves was angry red, its thick hood retracted, it stood proud as if asserting dominance and control over the willess girl.

Knife in hand, one quick stroke freed the girl of her torment.

“A-a-a-a-a-ah, oh-h-h-h-h-h”, the girl suddenly moaned as the old man’s practiced hand deftly sliced the string holding the stick vice in place. The agony of returning circulation piercing the curtain of pain that dulled the attractive woman’s mind.

Rachel floated in bliss as cool compresses bathed her tortured bottom. The agony of hot pins was cooled by soft tender caresses.

“M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-h”, she sighed. He lidded eyes opened slits, her mind racing with confusion as she saw the sleek back of the huge k-9. Conquistador’s foaming muzzle was pressed to her exposed crotch, his thick tongue dueling with the thick slabs of swollen flesh that were her labia. “No-o-o-o-o-o-o”, was all she could manage before she surrendered back to the exquisite feeling of the cool wet tongue against the tormented flesh of her cunt. The lost teen rode the cloud of bliss for several minutes as the beast’s tongue probed and wormed into every crevass formed by the swollen thick flesh.

As suddenly as it began it ended as Tahio, the babbling retard, pulled the large dog from the room. He returned quickly, his log of a cock swaying ponderously between his muscular thighs. The uncircumcised head peaked tentatively from beneath the thin foreskin, the thick veins encrusting its surface pulsing with the oriental teens excitement. He waddled toward the girl, thick cock swaying as he looked to his father sitting quietly in the dim corner.

“You must ask for his cock Missee”, the old man said as he fingered his thin mustache. “You must tell the boy that you want him to fuckee your hungry leetle pusseeee.” he said with obvious delight.

The attractive girl turned her head in obvious confusion first to the old man then down to the wrist thick cock swaying between the boys legs. Her hooded eyes widened with a soulful need as she greedily feasted her eyes on the hard rod of male flesh. The purple head of the majestic lance waved back and forth with the boys heartbeat, hypnotizing the beautiful girl. The roles reversed, the snake charming the charmer, the lost teens lips mouthed the words involuntarily. No sound passed the dry cum encrusted swollen lips as she tried to vocalize the need that flared white hot, consuming her being. Her small scarlet tongue licked her cracked lips, the taste of dried sperm burst across her tongue as her uncontrollable need vomited forth in a pathetic soul wrenching wail.

“Pu-u-u-u-le-e-e-e-e-e-z-z-z-z-z , I-I-I n-e-e-e-e-e-d yo-o-o-u-r c-o-o-o-ck….!” the broken girl wailed as her hungry eyes devoured the boys staff. “G-g-g-g-g-ive it to-o-o-o-o me-e-e-e-e, pul-e-e-e e-z-e!” she pleaded as tears welled in her eyes. She thrust her hips forward as much as her awkward position would allow ignoring the pain in her throbbing shoulders and legs, the awful gnawing addictive need in her empty cunt overriding her true physical pain.

A nod from his father was all the boy needed. Grasping the thick yellow tube of muscle with one hand, he bent at the knees in order to slot the huge purple head between the thick swollen lips of the girls vagina. He slowly straightened his legs pushing the thick cudgel in to the yawning mouth of the girls sex. The retard grimaced and let loose a torrent of babbled nonsense at the terrific pressure exerted on his cock as he forced it into the stretching mouth of the eager girl’s cunt. The hulking youth flexed his thighs moving the first 4 inches of his club in and out in an attempt to lubricate the thick invader.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh” the girl moaned as each new thrust expanded another inch of her nearly unused twat. Her cuntal channel expanded inch by exquisite inch, painfully melding itself every vein, every undulation of the boys dominating rod. It seemed forever to both the young teen and the hulking boy before his curly pubes met the swollen lips of her sex signaling success.

“She had taken all of him,” she thought with misplaced pride. She had watched Maria suck the magnificent rod, but she had it all sheathed in her cunt. It was her’s.

The boy luxuriated in the hot wet clasp of the girl’s cunt. He slowly began rhythmic thrusts that battered the helpless girl against the hemp restraints, cutting into her flesh. On strong thighs he thrust up again and again, raising the girl and piercing her guts with his lance of muscle and gristle. The girl was lost in bliss as he gored her over and over again, her head lolling on her fine neck in a lust induced stupor, her luscious mouth locked in a dreamy smile. The boy’s fleshy horn punished the girls insides as it drubbed against her bruised cervix, battering the walls of her dilated and stretched womb. The boy buried his large hands in the swollen blue flesh of the young woman’s bound tits. Lifting the heavy swollen bags to his mouth, he bit and chewed on the thick teats that sprouted from the crinkled swollen aureoles. Rachel responded by delighted moans that gurgled around her tongue as she greedily milked her cunt around the invading cock.

Sitting in the dim corner forgotten by the lust intoxicated girl was the old japanese. He watched as the broken girl surrendered to the lust that consumed her. His old cock responded to the depravity he witnessed, not the acts inflicted on the once innocent young American, rather the degradation and perversions she was willingly inflicting upon herself. Her soul and self esteem had rotted and was dribbling out of her gaping cunt. She shrugged off all the indignities and violations heaped upon her flesh and acted like a greedy sow begging to be stuffed with hard cock.

The old man ruminated upon this as his retarded son abused the beautiful teens cunt, his oversized cock sluicing in and out of her stretched orifice with a wet smacking sound. He knew the girl could take only so much despite her pleadings for more. The ravenous demon between her legs cared not for her well-being, only it’s own debauched satisfaction. He had learned this to his sorrow many years ago when he had broken another such as this and had taken her to her limit and beyond only to find she was a fragile and mortal vessel indeed. He had to flee his native Japan to retain his freedom.

The old man walked to the couple joined by the fleshy coupling of his son’s cock. He watched as the massive staff threatened to rupture the girls innards as it pushed and pulled her clasping tissues in and out of her now gaping cunt. The old man bared his stiffened member and moved behind the girl. With one hand he spread her straining buttocks and found the puckered mouth of her virgin ass. He hawked and spit on his fingers and greased the pouting tissues not bothering to loosen the orifice first. With his free hand he scooped some of the viscous slime dangled beneath the girl’s punished cunt and greased his rod. Then with one swift brutal motion, he slotted his cock in the tight hole and rammed the fleshy spear in to the roots, colliding with the rigid post of his son’s cock imbedded in the womb of the poor girl. Their two members began a merciless assault on the tender tissues of the young slut, separated by only a thin membrane as they battered her between them.

“M-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-h. A-a-a-a-a-a-a-h, y-e-a-a-a-a-a-h-s-s-s-s-s,” the American slut moaned. As the two sank their fleshy spears to the hilt in the guts of the beautiful American. The old man reached around and fondled the swollen and discolored tits of the young whore holding them as his son chewed and sucked at the firm flesh.

“More, cock, give me more…..” she wailed.

Chapter 20

Rachel woke from a terrifying nightmare, her involuntary shudder brought a moan from her lips as pain lanced through her chest and crotch. Fighting to clear her mind she pulled down the coarse blanket that covered her and saw the hideously abused and discolored flesh of her once alabaster breasts. She remembered, it hadn’t been a nightmare. She brought he fingers of one hand up to the The oversized mounds and shuddered again. She ran her fingers lightly across the reddish blue flesh, the bruising would be days in going away. Her small fingers plucked at her thick prominent nipples, swollen and distorted from teeth of the hulking oriental boy. She shuddered again as the remembered pain and pleasure caused her bruised pussy to throb, a spurt of hot musk wetting its swollen and discolored lips and dampened the sparse blond curls that lined them. Her tiny fingers probed the swollen flesh of her labia, lingering at the growing nub of her clit. A groan of pain and delight leaked from her as she felt the abused and cum encrusted tissue of her twat.

“H-m-m-m-m”, she said as she licked the leavings of the two men from her slimy fingers. “The Padre should be here.” she thought to herself before noticing the long shadows. It was late afternoon, she wondered long she had been asleep. She had lost rack of time and had no idea how she had gotten back to the church. With a start she realized he would be back soon.

She rose tentatively, to go to the rectory to wash herself. Every movement caused pain in her twat or breasts. As she moved the heavy liquid bags of her bruised breasts jiggled and wobbled on her chest, causing her to wince. The proud alabaster globes, now reddish blue and heavy with edema, hung low on her smooth chest. Their lower sides billowing out in a graceful curve where the belly of each breast was. She raised her hands to support the heavy flesh as she walked. She stopped with a gasp as her fingers involuntarily plucked at her long thick swollen nipples. Her pussy throbbed with a gush at the self inflicted pain.

As she neared the door, it swung inward and revealed the old Japanese and his hulking son standing in the door way. The young beauty felt her womb pull tight beneath the firm flat skin of her stomach at the sight of the two men. Her young pussy began to gush its oily musk in involuntary delight. He eyes never met theirs, she knew what they were here for, knew what they wanted, knew what she was for, and knew what she truly wanted.

Without a sound the young naked American teen slowly dropped to her knees as they advanced into the room, the bulge of their cocks obvious to her searching eyes as her small pink tongue flicked forward to moisten her thick lips. Rachel sat docilely, her trim heart shaped ass perched on her heels. As they neared her, her small hands lifted her heavy liquid breasts in offering as her face broke into a tense smile.

Before either of the grimy sweating men could react the naked young woman’s greedy hands reached out to caress their hardening cocks through the thin cloth of their soiled pantaloons. Like a rooting sow, the beautiful girl rummaged at their clothing until her hands emerged holding their throbbing prongs. In unison they stepped toward her as she scuttled forward to kiss first one then the other of the filthy cocks before her. Her breasts hung beneath her like water filled balloons as she leaned forward, her dainty hands skinning their foreskins from the moist and sticky glans. The young slut could smell the mingled smell of sweaty cock and fucked pussy. Her giddily wondered if it was from her or the young Bolivian girl. The thought quickly left her mind as she arched her back and lowered her head to the side to lovingly nuzzled the stiff rods of flesh, her moist lips wetting them from tip to root as she tongued and kissed the rods that projected outward above her. Her pale face flushed with excitement as she tasted the slime from the dirty cocks, smearing her smooth cheeks as though it was some precious balm. Her deep blue eyes glazed as she rooted her delicate nose under the shafts turning her attention to the men’s heavy hanging balls, eliciting a chorus of groans as she sucked, kissed and nuzzled the soft sacks, reveling in the feel of their coarse hair on her face, and their weight, heavy with delicious sperm.

The two men stood, one babbling incoherently, drool wetting his chin, the other gazing at satisfaction at the total dominance he now had over the once haughty anglo girl. What good would her college education serve her now, as she groveled on her knees before him. The old man giggled at the sight of the once proud young woman as she craned her neck, struggling to get her perfect red lips around his balls as she tried to stuff her mouth with his withered testicles. Her cooing moans told him she was now his to do with as he pleased. As white American slut to be his whore. She would provide many years of pleasure before he and his son had tired of her. Many years of pleasure and not a little income as they sold her to others.

The girl continued to suck and coddle the swelling testicles of the men, gaining satisfaction from her service and their obvious pleasure. She swallowed first the old man’s cock, relaxing her eager throat as she forced herself down on his dong, thrilling to its presence lodged firmly in her spasming throat. She used her swollen lips now dripping with saliva to swab up and down the hardened members length enjoying its musky taste. She left the old man’s cock dripping as she turned to the yellow wrist thick shaft of the teenage boy. The blue veins wrapping the shaft appeared to squirm before her lust hazed eyes. She ran her small pink tongue around the plum shaped head, gathering in the rancid secretions beneath his foreskin. Engulfing the head with her small mouth her smooth cheeks billowed out as she forced herself to swallow the fleshy spear. The young missionary girl loved the control they exerted on her it was so filthy, so obscene, so.. Wonderful. Her pussy throbbed as she felt the old man’s cock firmly between her shoulder blades, as he stood behind her. His bony hands fondled her heavy fluid filled breasts as he pushed her forward on his son’s cock. His dark hands contrasted against her breasts as he pulled and squeezed the veiny bags like money filled bank sacks. His merciless hands soon turned to twisting and pulling her painfully swollen nipples, rolling the long marble sized teats between his thumb and forefinger.

The young girl gasped and gagged as she force herself onto the thick cock. Her pussy throbbed with delight as the old man plucked and twisted her poor swollen tits that hung heavily from her chest like obscene udders. She waggled her firm bottom in delight as the old man tormented her. Suddenly she found herself roughly pulled to her feet an involuntary whimper escaped her wet lips as the delightful prong was pulled from her grasp. The old man roughly twirled her around and slapped her full across each cheek. The beautiful girl was stunned her ears ringing, but quickly dropped her small hands to the old man’s cock.

“Good, good” he thought, “The slut wants nothing more than to please.”

His dominance of the once proud young American was complete.

“Tahio, you fuckee, Missee.” the old man said as he pulled the thin mattress from the bed and threw it in the middle of the small room.

The young slut’s heart leapt as she saw the boy lay down, his cock lying against his hard stomach like a thick hose. The old man pushed the eager young whore in the direction of his son.

“You fuckee”, was all he said.

The beautiful young slut crawled quickly to the prostrate form of the teenage boy, pausing only long enough to push her pouting lips lovingly against the blunt snout of his cock in an obscene kiss, paying homage to the thick staff. She swung one long muscular leg up and over to straddle him. Her firm pale buttocks rest on his hips. The young retard lay on the mattress grinning and babbling as the girl raised herself and reached between her splayed thighs with a small white hand to grasp the boys hard thick cock. She held it up as she flexed her thighs raising her dripping cunt. With a look on her face that was pure rapture, the once pious and chaste young missionary slotted the blunt nosed shaft into the mouth of her cunt and slowly began her willing impalement.

Rachel’s head spun with dizzying delight as inch by inch the massive column of flesh forced it’s way into the narrow confines of her spasming cunt. The pink lips of her ravenous pit were stretched translucent and seemed to cling to the yellow invader. The beautiful girl rocked forward to rest her small hands on the muscular chest of the young man beneath her, her heavy over sized breasts swinging pendulously beneath her narrow torso. The skin of her high smooth forehead furrowed with concentration, a slender pink tongue hung between full lips as she forced her needy cunt down the thick post piercing her guts. She felt full to bursting as the thick invader pushed against the soft tissue of her cervix and stretched the walls of her cunt. Mechanically in a lustful fog, she worked the stretched band of her labia up and down the hard shaft leaving it glistening with her musky lube, announcing to the world her shame and guilt.

The old priest entered the rectory and walked to Rachel’s room his heart heavy with no small burden of guilt. He realized that his own hatred and lust had cause him to violate the innocence of the poor girl. He could only beg her forgiveness and pray for absolution. As he neared her door he could hear grunts that rang familiar in his ears. Grunts not unlike a greed sow. The wet smacking of flesh on flesh and the gurgling rasping breaths of laboring bodies. The Padre worked the latch and slowly opened the door to look into the dim lit room.

His vision reel at the sight before him. Emotions of jealously and betrayal struggled with the paternal emotions of his calling. Rage fueled the conflagration raging in him as his eyes stared stared directly at the lascivious view of the wrist thick post burying itself over and over again in the willing young girl’s cunt framed between the taunt splayed cheeks of her ass. The brazen crevass glistened with her guilty secretions the rosy star of her ass winked at him in silent mocking as she labored to impale herself time time again on the thick brown post. He heard her bestial grunts and moans as he watched the fine muscles of her back flex and flex again under a patina of sweat the fading welts of the lash still visible across the firm pail smooth skin. He watched watched the sides of her strangely swollen breasts as the wobbled to and fro beneath her as she rocked back and forth as she worked her obscenely stretched cunt up and down the huge cock.

He dragged his eyes from the filthy sight to see the leering grin of the old japanese where he stood at the girls head. His fists were wrapped tightly in the girl’s hair her head as it moved on its own, back and forth in rhythm with the old man’s pumping hips as he fucked the beautiful American’s face. The old japanese offered a sigh and exaggerated the movement of his pumping hips for the Padre’s benefit as he continued to use the attractive young woman’s mouth like a surrogate cunt, her plump lips clinging and sliding along his wet yellow prong as he sawed it in and out.

Rachel relaxed her arched throat to permit the repeated invasion by the old man’s cock. Her gag reflex was a distant memory as her once viginal throat accustomed itself to the hard fleshy invader. Saliva pooled around her tongue and cheeks as her jaw hung slack, spit running down her chin and stringing from the pistoning cock. Her small pink tongue busied itself tickling the underside of the old man’s fleshy glans, perversely trying to please him as he used her like a common whore.

“You come see your leetle norte American bitch, huh, Padre? You like what she let Tahio and I do to her?” the old man taunted. “She is a bueno slut, this yanquee puta.”

Rachel was for the first time aware that the Padre was in the room. Her skin burned with a masochistic fire, her sore nipples hardening and swelling with the humiliation of knowing she was watched as she debased herself for the filthy old man and his son. He pussy throbbed around the thick post of flesh as she thought of once again receiving the thick sperm of both the father and son.

She could only see the Padre in her peripheral vision as she slid her lips down the side of the old man’s warty yellow staff, swabbing it with her tongue and swollen lips, leaving behind a thick layer of saliva. Her eyes involuntarily dropped to the tented front of the black Padre’s cassock, her face breaking into a distorted inviting smile as it stretched around the old man’s pulsing cock, her lips hollowed as the once innocent girl lovingly sucked the old man’s aged cock.

The attractive slut reached behind her, her trim firm arms extending down her bent torso. Her weight rested on the large hands of the mixed blood youth beneath her as the retard mauled the swollen mounds of her expansive tits. She grasped the white mounds of her buttocks in each hand, her small strong fingers digging into the muscular flesh, and pulled the bulbous cheeks apart in obscene invitation to the old black Padre.

“Lookee, the prettee yanquee slut wants you too, Padre,” the old japanese chorled.

The healthy young American dug her nails deeply into her own flesh as she held her firm as cheeks splayed in invitation. Her abused anus, red and raw from the day before, winked at the old priest as the thick yellow post of the Asian half-breed sawed in and out of her distended cunt. She thrilled at the thought that three men would use her, would want her at the same time.

“Oh, gawd, what would Daddy and Mommy say if they saw me now!!” she thought as her cunt cramped with the obscenity of it all. “What would they say if they saw their precious young daughter stuffed with three demanding cocks and none of them belonging to a white man!?” Her young pussy pumped out rivers of musk and her abnormally large clit buzzed at the thought, sending her reeling into a vile and base orgasm even as she offered up her sore anus to the old priest.

With a grunt the fat old padre hurridly removed the heavy cassock to reveal the thick hose like cock that projected from beneath his sweating gut. Fisting his black crudgel, he wet the hard probe with his own saliva as he waddled up to the girl’s upturned white ass. With eager and practiced ease he slotted the purple black head of his thick member in the slight depression of the eager young slut’s sphincter as he leaned his weight into the muscular frame of the athletic young woman.

“Uh-h-h-h-h-h, a-h-h-h-h-h-h, they chorused as the Padre’s thick prong popped through the tight ring of Rachel’s unresisting ass. The dry friction soon eased as the Priest scooped up several fingers full of the girl’s slime to lube his punishing shaft.

Resting his portly belly on the young slut’s upturned ass he leaned into her to drive his black prong again and again into the unresisting girls tender pink anus, its tissue clinging to his punishing Negroid cock. Rachel arched her back, bracing her legs and arms to bear the added weigh of the obese old priest.

The beautiful American never felt so full. Her cunt and ass were stretched to bursting as the two cocks sawed in and out of her greedy holes. Their slurping mingled with the sounds coming from her eagerly sucking mouth as the old Asian continued to fuck her face.

“My gawd, it feels so go-o-o-od”” her mind screamed as she moaned around the gnarled shaft impaling her mouth.

The room soon filled with the ecstatic moans and grunts of the stuffed slut as she labored to satisfy and please the three men that were using her like a common whore. Mindlessly she sucked and fucked, milking the rods of male flesh that stuffed her, pausing only when a frequent orgasm wracked her tireless frame. A high thin wail would leak from her plugged and stuffed mouth, her muscles contracted and stood out as she shuddered out one exquisite orgasm after another.

Her mouth and cunt drooled oceans as she worked with undisguised relish to please her abusers. She lived for their cocks, thirsted for the fountains of hot sperm that would soon fill her mouth, cunt and ass to overflowing.

Rachel labored, climbing the same slope over and over. Each slope leading to a new orgasm which she rode like some speeding sled, only to reach the bottom and start the climb once again. Her shoulders and arms streamed under the weight of the old Priest’s bulk, but her young muscular frame braced itself, like a lowly bitch in heat and she reveled in the feeling of helplessness as the men abused her willing orifices.

“Un-n-n-n-h, m-m-m-m-mh, gl-g-g-g-gh” was all she could manage, “God help me”, her mind screamed as the thick demanding cocks speared into her guts, rubbing her clit raw and sending her into one obscene orgasm after another.

The old Padre marveled at the skill with which the young athletic American serviced the three punishing foreign cocks. She moved in a circular back and forth up and down motion the impaled her on the thick yellow post like cock beneath and at the same time took his coal black rod to the hilt in her ass stretching her cuntal and anal membranes to the limit, and synchronized her mouth to the thrusts of the old withered Japanese’s cock as he fucked her mouth. Her body glistened with sweat as her muscles flexed and unflexed in tireless motion as she willingly debased herself. Her grotesquely swollen and discolored breast bobbing and swaying beneath. The cruel attentions of the young man only seemed to inflame her as he twisted and pulled at the thick dark stubs of her painfully distended nipples.

Her begging moans and grunts mixed with the labored breathing of the three men went on late into the night.

Chapter 21

The foursome had been reduce by one as the old japanese had sent his son Tahio off to do his morning chores. The two old men lay on the cum stained mattress discussing the young American slut as she groveled between them, her pale ivory form contrasting against the chalky blackness of the priest’s and the oily yellow of the Asian’s thighs.

Moans of satisfaction came from her as she cuddled her lithe form between then suckling on their partially erect cocks. Her perfect figure lay curled between the men, thighs and buttocks streaked with dry and drying sperm that had leaked from the distended holes of her overflowing cunt and ass, the twin orifices still oozing the mingled seed of the three men. The old Padre talked about her as she raised his hardening cock and lapped at the cum streaked shaft with her little pink tongue.

“M-m-m-m-m-m-H, mo-o-o-r-e…..cock, m-m-m-m-m-h, mo-o-o-r-e…cum”, was all she could think of as she milked the semi had cocks of the two old men.

Her blond head was matted with sweat and cum and strands of hair were stuck to her high forehead and cheeks. She smiled, her pretty face stained with the dried sperm she had failed to swallow when she enthusiastically sucked the three men throughout the night. Her bright blue eyes looked at the old Priest searching for approval but in finding none, she bent more eagerly to her task of suckling his thickening cock.

The old japanese ran the finger of his right hand along the ligature marks that encircled the girl’s large breasts. Her ass rested against his crotch as she leaned across the fat priest’s leg gobbling his new erection. The old Asian dipped the fingers of his left hand between the swollen lips of the attractive girl’s twat to grab and pinch the swollen engorged flesh of her clit. The trim figure of the young American shuddered as her cunt spasmed in a mini orgasm at the cruel touch of the old Asian.

The men continued to talk and resolved to share the young American missionary. Each recognizing that it was better to degrade the willing girl together than to compete with one another like dogs over a succulent bone. The young willing American slut had demonstrated that she was able and eager to satisfy both of them and more.

They each had their own reasons and uses for degrading the young girl, and so long as they did not compromise one another, they could accommodate each other.

Hours later, the Padre returned to Rachel’s room where she had been sleeping. Hattori and his son had long since returned to their shack along the river. Armored with indifference, the old Priest grabbed the sleeping girl by her long blond hair and dragged her with little resistance to the wooden table in the rectory.

Working quickly the old Padre securely bound her to a wooden chair, each leg to the chair leg and hands behind her back. He pushed the chair backward against the table, affording himself unfettered access to the beautiful girl’s cunt. He next turned to the small bag he had placed on the table earlier. He removed a needle like awl and a collection of brass rings of various diameter and thickness.

He walked behind the bound girl and before she could react, reached around and stuffed the familiar stump of a candle into her mouth and bound it in place.

“That should keep you quiet,” he said to no one in particular.

He bent to his work quickly, grabbing the thick flesh of her outer labia between thumb and forefinger. Pulling it outward, he gripped the flesh and pulled it taunt. He raised the awl and positioned it against the flesh inward of her thin inner labia and her thigh. A full half inch from the slit of her cunt. Rachel jumped at the first prick of the needle sharp tool. The Priest quickly grasped a chunk of cork from the table and without pausing thrust the awl through the flesh into the cork. The muscular body of the beautiful girl twitched and jerked with the pain of the piercing and her bladder voided forming a puddle under the chair.

“You stupid slut,” the Padre sneered. “These will serve to mark you as the whore you are.” They will give me some control over what you do with that cunt you bear between your legs.”

Grasping an inch thick ring he forced it through the puctured flesh and secured it by expanding the gap and fitting in place a perforated brass bead. Over the next 40 minutes he performed the operation 7 more times, affixing four rings through the the thick flesh of the girl’s cunt, lining her labia with the rings of the yellow metal. With a satisfied grunt he stood back and surveyed his handiwork. The smooth skin of naked bound girl seemed paler than normal against the dark piss stained chair. Her body trembled from the burning pain in her crotch. The old Padre’s dark eyes looked at the pain fogged eyes of the once proud American girl, now his willing slut and whore. He glanced at the kaleidoscope of color in her groin, the glittering gold of the brass rings against the pale white canvas of her skin, fringed the platinum curls of her pubes, highlighted by the ruby drops of her blood where it seeped from her violated flesh. Where each ring invaded her flesh the skim had an angry rose like blush.

In time he would be able to secure all the rings with a lock, denying all but the possessor of the key, access to the beautiful girl’s cunt. He turned one last time to the table and lifted the piercing tool. In his hand he also held a length of string. In a quick motion he captured the helpless girl’s oversized clit between his thumb and forefinger and securely tied the string around the thick projection. The priceless bundle of nerves quickly began to swell. Rachel’s blue eyes became as large as saucers as she watched the Padre placed the blood stained lump of cork against her clit now swollen to the thickness of the Padre’s little finger and half as long. He placed the needle like awl against the tender flesh, and pushed it slowly through the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Uh-n-n-n-n-ny-y-y-y-y!!” the helpless girl screamed though the gag in her mouth. Rachel’s scream echoed only in her brain as the gag muffled her cry. The burning agony of the Priest’s sadistically slow piercing bloomed and grew, it grew to engulf her thighs, it crept upward to compressed her breathing, raced up her throat, her chest heaved, her great breasts flopped and rolled across the narrow expanse. Her nipples grew hard and her pale blue eyes rolled in their sockets as the expanding bubble of agony burst into a blinding orgasm. The old Priest twisted the awl bringing spasm after spasm to the orgasmic paroxysms of the bound girl. The ropes holding her to the chair cut into pale smooth flesh as she thrashed and jerked, dancing out her ecstasy of carnal release.

When the trim form of the young girl grew still the old Padre fixed the last ring in place. On it he hung a chain of quarter inch links supporting a heavy two inch crucifix. He nodded his head in satisfaction.

“You are now marked as god’s whore,” he said. “The weight of this cross will remind you to who’s service you are dedicated.”

He reached down an removed the binding string from her clit and lifted the cross from it’s resting place on her thigh, and let it drop. The sudden jolt of the chain on the ring in her clit sparked a mini orgasm as the pain soared through her debauched body.

The young white college girl looked down at her newly adorned cunt. The yellow of the brass flashed in the light and the weight of the heavy rings pulled at her swollen cuntlips. The cool metallic caress of the rings against her abused labia coursed through her like tiny electric pulses. Her pussy throbbed at the sight and feel, her mind a confusion of contradicting thoughts. Pride at the mark of her new life fought with a spark of indignant outrage at the abomination the Priest had inflicted on her perfect body. A body that had never known sex born of love, and was now a willing and vile sump for every perverted lust that ever entered a man’s mind. A second shudder ran through her as the cold metallic crucifix brushed her thigh and tugged at her clit as it swung to and fro.

“Gawd, it’s wonderful”, her mind oozed, as the tugging and metallic thrill coursed through her each time she moved.

His work done, the Padre began to untie the attractive American, her face stained with tears. As he finished and stood back, the young slut fell to her knees, eagerly nuzzling his crotch.

“Very well”, he sighed as he leaned back against the table as the eager girl feed his rod of black gristle, holding it in her small white hands. Her dainty fingers stroked and cradled his sperm filled balls as she hungrily engulfed his purple plum sized glans with her plump lips. A gurgle of delight escaped her throat as she gobbled and slurped at the coal black tube. The dull throb coming from her newly mutilated cunt forgotten as she tied to coax the thick cream she so desperately needed from the stiffing black cock.

She dragged her lips the length of the black tube of gristle, pressing her sweating forehead against his overhanging gut as she struggled to swallow the length of the thick black cock. She thrilled at forcing her mouth down the shaft until the swollen purple-black head lodged in her throat. She felt pride in her ability to hold it there despite the spasms in her rebelling throat at the invasion of the thick rod.

The girl’s pretty face shone with sweat as she labored over the thick black rod that was now her master. She pressed her pale white form, so defenseless in its nudity against the fat thighs of the man who had just mutilated the mouth of her most cherished possession, her womb. She debased herself for his vile pleasure, in return for having indelibly marked her as a brazen whore for the rest of her pathetic life. Her life’s aspirations forgotten in a rain of strange men’s sperm, she had become a groveling whore, nothing more than a hairy slobbering hole to be filled by their hard masterful cocks.

The coal black staff erupted with a fountain of thick viscous sperm as the pretty American’s lips left the swollen head.

“U-h-h-h-h”, the girl moaned in disappointment as a long thick string rose and fell on her face, crossing her nose and lips. She struggled to capture the spouting snout of the throbbing cock to catch and savor the thick cream she had struggled to bring forth.

“A-h-h-h-h”, the old priest grunted as the former college student suckled the sensitive head of his black cock. She lapped at the cum streaked shaft licking and sucking the excess sperm from her fingers. Her pink tongue snaked out to scoop the large gob of spunk from her upper lip as it dripped from her pert freckled nose like some obscene string of snot. Her face was radiant, blue eyes sparkling as she gazed up with adoration at the indifferent face of her mutilator, his thick masterful black rod still clutched in her hand.

Chapter 22

The next few days, the old Padre kept the young American missionary confined to her room as the lips of her newly pierced vagina healed. He visited her to bring her food and medicine and she gratefully sucked his black cock. As much as the young white American begged and pleaded he could not bring himself to fuck her cunt for fear of infecting the fresh piercings. Instead he did relent and allowed the young slut to impale her anus on his thick black cock. Entry into her once painfully tight nether passage had become easier as the days passed as his fat cock stretched the tender tissues of her sphincter.

He would sit on the small bed and watch with feigned indifference as the sex addicted young American girl impaled herself on his fat black cock. She would stand backward between his thick hairy black thighs on her long ivory legs and lower her firm ass onto his stiff prong, one small white hand holding his black rod erect, the other gripping on firm buttock cheek splaying it to reveal her red raw anal opening, her tongue greedily licking her pouting lips, brow furrowed in concentration. He watched as his fat coal black cock sank between the pale white cheeks of the young desperate slut. Over and over again she would flexed her thighs squatting to ride up and down the stiff black member, to the Padre it looked like the beautiful white girl was shitting a long black trued, as her sphincter clung to his thick column of black gristle.

The young attractive woman would the hard cock rhythmically, up and down, her large ivory breasts rippling and swaying liquidly as they bounced heavily against her chest, the long nipples capping them hardening into thick fingers. The ligature marks and bruising had all but disappeared with the passing days leaving the luscious ivory globes marked only by the vivid blue veins that stood out through her nearly translucent ivory skin. Seldom could the Padre resist the temptation to reach around and maul the large firm bags as they hung heavily melon-like from the slender young woman’s chest. He would captured one heavy orb in each hand hefting them like money filled bank sacks in his large black paws. The large firm sacks would oozed between his fingers as he squeezed them cruelly, rolling her long hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pulling and twisting.

“M-m-m-m-m-m-m-h, ye-e-e-e-s, hurt me like that”, the attractive slut would say urging the black Padre to demean and dominate her.

The beautiful 18-year old would hump her ass up and down the Priest’s black dong, the heavy crucifix hanging from the ring in her freshly pierced clitoris jerking and swinging, stimulating the obscenely large finger of nerves that served as the young girl’s demon. Driving her to lower and lower levels of self debasement. Her orgasms would culminate when she felt the thick invader swell and pulsate pumping its load of sperm deep in her pristine bowels, greasing its invasion and soothing the red raw flesh of her sphincter. It was then that the teenager would crest the peak and go sliding down into the abyss of a vile wonderful climax. She would wallow like some obscene sow, in the wickedness of her act. Acts that were foreign to her intellect but not her nature, for as the Padre told her and she now believed, all things were for a purpose.

One look at her ripe body, the obscene abundance of her sexuality, and it was clear that her purpose was to be a whore, a slut, to drain men of the lust that she inspired in them.

One look at the clear pale skin of her beautiful angelic face, framed by pale blonde hair, the delicate ears, and slender upturned freckled nose, the startling blue eyes, high clear forehead, small perfect chin and long smooth neck, inspired awe. A single glance at the wide strong shoulders, the firm arms, the huge heavy breasts hanging from her slender muscular chest, the taunt muscles of her back and the flat plane of her stomach inspired desire. One gaze at girl’s the navel standing as a sign post pointing the way to hidden treasure, the firm defined globes of her buttocks round and independent, and the long muscular legs like indestructible columns supporting the clutch of feminine flesh between them, guarding her feminine trove, would send a man into uncontrolled animal lust. No one save god could have created such a creature, and to what purpose?

Rachel saw and accepted the path that she had taken. A new world had opened for her, it was filled with a forest of hard swelling cocks, hard masculine bodies, demanding hands, and hungry sucking mouths. They would be large and small, pristine and diseased, the cocks all spurting fountains of rich slick sperm to fill her, to satiate her thirst, to coat her skin, to wallow in and to soothe her ravaged flesh.

The beautiful young slut often smiled at the thought.

Chapter 23

Maria gathered the flasks in her arms and began her walk to the village well to get drinking water for the shop. The jingling of her bells accompanied her every step. She felt herself becoming wet as the chain and ring tugged at her clitoris as it swung swung between her thighs beneath the thin cotton peasant dress. Sweat began to form on the brown skin of her cleavage as she walked in the stifling heat of the narrow streets. The tinkling of the bells attached to the rings in her long dark nipples called vaqueros and peasants to the windows like children to an ice cream truck. The young latina’s skin flushed beneath her slight tan, her skin darkening with embarrassment as the dance of her plump cone like breasts continued the musical call. Sweat had soaked through the thin cotton of her dress beneath her breasts and along the crack between her ample buttocks. She was the possessor of la colon grande, as the locals would say, a big plump and because of her age, firm ass. When the young woman reached the well a crowd of men had gathered and the other women of the village collected there things and silently departed. Maria’s brown skin was hot, not from the heat alone, but from the maddening stimulation of her pierced clit. Her nose flared as she imagined the thick smell of sex in the air as she played out the well rehearsed charade. Bending over the adobe wall that encircled the well, she reached for the rope and bucked, her ample breasts weighing heavily against the fabric of her dress, her erect nipples clearly visible.

She felt the hands of the first man at her hips as he lifted her dress and roughly pushed her bare feet apart with a booted foot. Her breath caught in her throat when she heard the sound of a zipper and felt the firm head of the man’s cock move up and down the slick wet groove of her sex worming through the thick thatch of black hair that protected her cunt. Her heart beat faster as she felt the unseen man’s weight push against her pressing her into the hard worn surface of the wall. She ground her plump ass back against the man as his cock slid effortlessly into the wet well of her open vagina.

“Uh-n-n-n-ng-g-gh,” she moaned as the cock bottomed in her tight passage.

She felt the whiskers of the man against he side of her neck, and smelled his hot stale breath as he whispered in her ear.

“Mi amado hija” he said, causing her cunt to spasm at the words, “My darling daughter”, the man, her Papa, had said.

Her pulsing cunt flowed a river at the realization that her own PaPa would be the first of many to use her this day. The first creamy load to fill her would be from her own father. The young woman shuddered as a small orgasm streaked through her at the thought.

“Oh madre di dios”, she thought as another small death pulsed through her nerves, “Mi padre y mi hermanos”. Maria nearly wept at the delightful thought. “If my Papa is here, so are my brothers!!” Her womb cramped with the anticipation of being taken by her brothers as well.

This was more than the young girl could have hoped. She dare not hope that they would take her away from the old japanese. She had been bought and paid for long ago. Her life as Hatori’s slave was conclusive.

The hard calloused hands of her Papa pulled at the cloth belt holding the front of her dress closed, rough fingers pulled at the thin fabric spilling her billowing breasts into the sunlight, the bright yellow rings and brass bells at her nipples tinkling as the large orbs jiggled and bounced in time with her father’s pumping hips.

The willing girl bent at the waist leaning her crossed arms along the top of the low wall, her breasts hanging beneath her horizontal upper torso, available to the squeezing hands of her Papa. She ground her plump bottom toward him, and felt the coarse fabric of his work pants against the sensitive lips of her cunt each time his powerful strokes thundered into her plump ass, sending ripples through the ample flesh.

“Oh mi amado hijo”, he repeated over and over as he plugged her hairy hole, as if in disbelief that the young whore before him was actually his own flesh and blood, the young nina he had carried on his shoulders. She was indeed the young girl he remembered, the one he had sold to the old Asian, had sold into a life of sexual slavery and debauchery. This whore, available to every man in the town was indeed his little girl. The guilt he felt was in an instant forgotten as the cum simmering in his balls boiled over and bolted down his cock to bath the inside of his darling daughters womb. He felt the young whore reach back between her legs and gently cradle his pulsing balls, coaxing the dregs of his cum to fill her dripping cunt.

“Mi amoroso PaPa”, she said as she wobbled her ass against the man with a shudder, “My loving father” she thought as an orgasm ran through her.

He stepped away, and the young girl looked over her sweat stained shoulder at the two dark haired boys standing at the head of the line of eager men that snaked away from her.

“Olla, Ernesto, Fidel, no hay de gue disposicion” she said with a faint smile. “You are welcome to it”, the young slut said as she spread her legs and braced her arms and legs.

“Come fuck your little sister the puta, the whore.” she goaded. “Come and fill me with brothers cum, squeeze and milk your little sister’s big tits, show the others how to treat a whore, hurt me if you can”, she said with a self conscious laugh she did not feel.

She looked away as she felt the hard demanding tube of her brothers cock slide deeply into her offered cunt. She drifted away, concentrating on caressing and squeezing the invading cock with her cunt. The squelching and smacking of her overfilled dripping cunt could be heard long after her father and brothers had had spent themselves. They watched her, their own flesh and blood, being used by the men of the village. Watched as the men in their impatience, began to use used her mouth as they used her cunt. They watched as she eagerly took their burgeoning cocks into her mouth to suckle and caress. They watched until they too overcome by the obscene spectacle took their turn at the eager slut’s mouth.

Maria smiled, her lips dripping cum as she wrapped her slick fingers around her brothers vein wrapped cock. Her lips pursed as she brought the flared head to them, flicking it lightly with her cum streaked tongue before eagerly engulfing the head in her warm wet mouth. Her fat tongue swirled around the sensitive head. She smile as she felt her brothers hands on her head pulling her down forcing her to swallow the pulsing shaft. She grunted as the strange cock in cunt hit her cervix causing a dull ache deep in her guts.

They watched her take all the dripping cocks, licking and sucking, eating the river of cum offered to her mouth. Her cunt and thighs ran a river of slimy sperm from the generous offering the village men had given her. Her father and brothers watched until the long line of eager men had thinned then left to drift back to their mean farm.

The day was spent before the sore cum stained young latina made her way painfully back to the laundry bearing the containers of drinking water. An unseen puddle of thick congealing cum filled her belly and sloshed from side to side. A dripping trail of dribbling sperm marked her passage and served as a testament to the ordeal she willingly and eagerly endured.

Chapter 24

The old Padre sent Rachel to the laundry for the first time in over a week. Her cotton dress swished as she walked stirring the dust of the dry street. Her bare feet made barely a sound as she stepped under the thatched awning and entered the dark humid interior of the laundry. She heard the tinkle of Maria’s bells as she the young Latina busied herself over the washbin. Her ample bottom turned toward the door, she paid not notice of the attractive young teen’s arrival.

“Uh-h-h-h-n, heh-heh, ha-ha, heh-heh, Missee here, heh, heh”, the imbicilic Tahio babbled when he saw the young blond. He grabbed the bulge in the front of his pantaloons and danced around the room. Rachel’s quim, already in an uproar from the crucifix dangling from her clitoris, pulled tight in her stomach as she remembered the pleasure the idiot’s long tube of hard male flesh had given her. Her mouth flooded with saliva as she remembered the pungent taste of his half-breed sperm. She fought back the urge to fall to her knees and take the teens cock in her mouth, and left the room to seek out the boy’s perverted father, Hatori.

She entered the dark store room, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the dim light. The room was empty save for a large wooden table surrounded by chairs. The wooden floor was bare. A sudden movement caused her heart to leap into her throat as a large shape came shambling out of a dark corner. To the startled girl’s relief she saw it was only Conquistador, Hattori’s large dane-mastiff, his sleek black coat shining in the dim light. The dog immediately shoved his large muzzle into the girl’s crotch, sniffing at the hot moist pit. Her face colored in the shadows, the dog’s interest was testament to the frothing state of her pussy. The clit ring and heavy crucifix had done its work, the constant pulling and tugging of its swinging weight during the girl’s walk had aroused the nub of nerves as assuredly as flipping a switch. The young slut stood expectantly, looking around for the old man but saw no one. Her hungry twat was in an uproar as the dog’s wet nose rooted at the front of her dress. Reaching down the girl grabbed two fists of the cotton fabric and pulled it up to her waist baring her legs and crotch to the dog’s wet muzzle. The beautiful young girl flex her knees and waist thrusting her pelvis forward as she spread her sleek thighs. The coraline lips of her twat parted slightly under the weight of the six heavy brass rings that lined her nearly hairless labia. The sparse curls along the fat lips sparkled with beads of her own excitement. The dogs large flews left trails of saliva along the girls supple thighs as his head shot forward as he sniffed at the cloud of thick female musk that exploded from the hot wet recess of the teen’s sex. The dog’s long mottled tongue thrust forward and lapped at the beautiful young woman’s cunt, the long flaps of her inner labia blossoming like the petals of an exotic flower under the dog’s wet probing tongue.

The wanton college girl felt her nipples harden to painful stubs as she offered up her dripping cunt to the black beast rooting between her muscled thighs. The feel of the dog’s wet tongue as it played amongst the brass rings decorating her sex and tugged and pulled at the chain dangling from the ring in her clit caused electric sensations to course though her. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she felt the dog’s tongue lifting her to a vile and debauched climax. Her skin burned with the obscenity of it as the beast tongued her sex in mindless pursuit of her sexual secretions.

“Un-g-g-g-g-h,” she groaned through clenched teeth as the vile and lewd act forced a climax from her inflamed clitoris. She trembled as her eyes rolled and her legs gave way beneath her. She lay on the coarse wooden floor, her large liquid breasts lolling on her small chest. As her head cleared she shivered as the dog’s assault on the sensitive flesh between her legs continue. Her inflamed clit sending spasms as the dog’s coarse tongue assailed the now overly sensitive bud.

As her vision cleared her eyes drifted up to the dangling mass of flesh beneath the huge dogs belly. The massive tube of canine flesh wobbled back and forth beneath its muscular hind legs. The teen’s womb pulled tight in her belly as she remembered the stretching sensation and how the dog had filled her when it had mounted her. She now new why.

“My god, it’s huge.” the giddy girl thought. “Even bigger than the idiot’s cock.”

With a small tentative hand she reached out to touch the furry black sheath that covered all but the head of the deep red cock. Her small white had look tiny against the black fur covered sheath as she pumped it gently up and down. An unfamiliar feeling of power flooded through her as she felt the thick rod expand beneath her palm as the soft sheath glided over the hard rough surface of the dog’s dong. She noticed the frothy yellow white band of smegma around the mouth of the sheath as it squeegee along the moist surface of the dark red cock. Her blue eyes were perversely drawn to the glistening surface of the cock, its barrel crisscrossed by a myriad of dark blue veins but looked and felt smooth to the touch. Her pert nose flared at the rich musky smell evolving from the dog’s loins, as she subconsciously pulled the dog’s thick dong toward her.

The dog continued to slather his tongue over the girl’s frothing cunt and it’s metallic adornments. She braced her tiny feet against the floor and lifted her pelvis upward pushing her shoulders into the floor, offering the dog an easier target. Her tiny hand remained locked around the large rod of canine flesh pumping the sheath back and forth as more and more of the bestial cock protruded immodestly from the protective covering. Like an immense hose the cock elongated and thickened, its blunt snout hanging downward like some and obscene elephantine trunk. The young girl reached up with the other hand, to feel at the hardened bulge of the dogs swelling knot, still encased in the furry sheath. The knot felt like as large and as hard as a baseball. The girl pumped the swelling cock with more and more enthusiasm as she neared a second vile climax. The long hose like cock swung from side to side and swiped a livid glistening trail across her cheek and lips of bestial slime. In reflex the pink dart of her tongue shot out and collected a glistening wad of bestial pre-cum. Her taste buds registered the pungent taste as her clit exploded in a sympathetic climax. She wallowed in her depravity as the taste burned into her and her body convulsed beneath the beast that towered over her frail form. A depraved hunger suddenly drove all reason from lust drugged mind. Hunger turned to overwhelming need as she twisted beneath the large panting beast. Resting on her right hip she arched her neck upward as she used her small hands to guide the swaying pipe of bestial flesh to her open lips. Her pink pointed tongue bore into the deep dimple in the end of the blunt snout. She painted her pouting lips with the tube of living flesh like some gigantic lipstick playing its leaking tip from side to side over her lips and tongue. The clear musky fluid coated her lower face and teeth as she and the dog panted out their low mindless lust in unison.

Sliding further under the beast she pushed her gaping mouth onto the thick pole capturing the blunt tip in the warm wet cavern of her mouth.

“M-m-m-m-m-m-m-h.” she moaned as she gobbled the impossibly thick shaft. Rachel’s mind roared, she nearly gagged at thought of the pure degeneracy and obscenity of her willful act. Her cunt exploded in another climax as she groveled beneath the mindless beast degrading herself for it’s mindless pleasure. Her tongue lathed the thick red shaft exploring it, seeking to learn its myriad of new tastes it offered her. The pungency of the thick rich lubricant that coated the cock cloyed her sense of taste, her swollen clit throbbing in unison to her ravenous sucking. She forced her jaw wider an wider as she attempted to swallow more and more of the inflamed prong. Her left hand milked the sheath up and down the thick shaft. The monstrous dog whinnied and stepped from side to side over the girl. Rachel’s large tits projected from her chest, their weight pressing one onto the other as she lay on her side, where they wobbled to and fro as she labored to please the beast. The beautiful young girl lay on the dirty wooden floor and swallowed half the dog’s thick cock. Her breath came in labored rushes through her nose as her plugged throat convulsed around the red shaft. Fully three inches thick at it’s midpoint she could swallow no more and continued to milk and suck the pungent nectar from the bestial shaft.

Suddenly the creature stiffened and the shaft trapped in her throat spasmed flooding her throat with hot animal sperm. She gasped and choked on the flood of cum. Streamers flying from her delicate nostrils to coat her face, its glistening ribbons dripping to decorate the slopes of her quivering melons. Trying to retreat she pulled her head back only to have the dog advance driving his prong back into the attractive teens mouth. The girl swallowed gulp after gulp of the rich cream unable to taste the treasure she labored to win. Planting a hand in front of the dog’s massive knot she pushed back as she withdrew her mouth to the spouting tip to capture the last great gouts, and suckle the dregs from the great beasts massive balls.

The obscene girl wallowed beneath the huge dog, one hand feeding the pipe like cock to her mouth, the other delving into the frothing pit of her sex. Her finger diddled amidst the rings and the clit chain that were liberally coated with the girls own cunt slime. As she suckled and licked the long heavy shaft she grasped the large clit ring, twisting and pulling it until she exploded in a mind bending orgasm only a degenerate and perverted soul could know.

Having lost interest the great beast withdrew unmindful of his lover as she wallowed on the floor in a pool of their mingled secretions.

Chapter 25

The old man found her lying on the floor her mind groggy from her self debauchery. She slowly became aware of his presence and roused herself. The ever present leer was on his face as he watched the young girl rise, and stand meekly before him. Her dress fell modestly back in place hiding her wet sex. She wiped at the wet mess that coated her face and chest.

“The Padre said I was to come to you today.” the teenager whispered.

“I have been wondering when he would send you to me. I was beginning to think he was keeping you to himself.” The old man said as he hawked up a wad of phlegm and spit it on the floor.

“I see you remember Conquistador,” he said with a contemptuous laugh. “Let me have a lookee at you.” he said with a grin the exposed the stumps of his rotted teeth.

The girl hesitated for a second, unsure of what he wanted.

“Smack”, the old man’s right had caught her full on the left cheek.

“Do not make me ask you to undress, missee. You have no thing but your big titties and leetle pussy that I want to see.” He hissed. “You are only for fuckee and suckee.”

The 5’7′ teenager stood a head taller than the old japanese whose stood stooped and wizened. His dark eyes roamed the girl. The the thin cotton fabric of the girl’s dress, damp with sweat, hugged every curve of her overripe figure. Her breasts stood out prominately from her chest like two rounded peaks separated by a broad valley. The two halves of the cheap dress met in the valley and were held in place by a cloth belt tied at her narrow waist. Her prominent nipples and dark red aureoles were clearly visible through the thin light colored fabric.

The pretty teen raised her hands to untie the knotted belt at her waist, her fingers trembling with anticipation. The short withered Asian noticed that the beautiful young girl’s nipples had hardened and her aureoles had puckered as she began to strip for him. The thing cotton dress gaped open as she let the belt drop to the wooden floor. The old man caught a glimpse of the firm rounded curves of her breasts in the gap, just before she shrugged her shoulders and the dress fell down her pale arms to form a puddle around her feet.

Hattori felt his withered cock twitch in his loose pants as he once again saw the young American girl in all her naked glory.

“Shit” he thought to himself, as he literally drooled at the sight of her. He reached out a withered bony hand to cup one of the girl’s large breasts. She smiled a tense smile and pulling back her shoulders and pushing the large orbs out to him in offering. The young pussy began to secrete heavily as she remembered the torment and the pleasure she had experienced at the hands of the old pervert the last time she had been here.

Her cupped the heavy bag of flesh running his thumb over her inch long nipples, smearing the drops of dog cum over the dark flesh. Her nipples appeared larger and more swollen than here remembered. It must be the Padre’s attention he thought to himself. His face showed none of the appreciation he felt for the perfection of the beautiful girls breasts. So large and firm, only a hint of sag under their prodigious weight, at her age. The long teats, fully an inch long and as thick as a man’s index finger. The large raised aureoles puckered to the size of a silver dollar, their surface a tight circle of raised constricted flesh. The old man could not resist the impulse, he leaned forward to suck one of the thick nipples into his mouth.

“M-m-m-m-m-m-h”, the young American moaned, oblivious to the rank odor of the old man’s breath as he sucked voraciously on her right breast. She pushed her chest out in an involuntary motion feeding the old man even more of the pale ivory globe. The old man felt the thick nipple swell against his tongue as he sucked and chewed at the girl’s flesh. He stood back leaving her right nipple glistening with his foul smelling saliva. His eyes followed the plane of her stomach to the cluster of yellow metal at her groin.

“So I see missee has new decorations”, he huffed, stepping forward to finger the six brass rings piercing the thick outer lips of her labia wet from her heavily secreting cunt. He hooked a finger under the chain dangling from the thick ring through her clit and raised it, the chin running past his finger until the heavy crucifix rested in his hand. He shook his head in amusement, then turned and walked toward the table pulling the surprised girl along by the chain. She let out a surprised whimper and winced in pain as the thick stub of her newly healed clit was jerked by the tension on the thick ring running through it.

“Missee sits here,” he said motioning to the edge of the table. With that he let the cross drop and the girl shuddered as it was jerked to a stop by the short chain, sending an electric thrill through her swelling clitoris. She hopped onto the edge of the rough wooden table her trim pale bottom making a plopping noise she wiggled into position. The old man quickly ran a four foot length of bamboo between the girl’s arms and her back, looped a cord around each wrist and tied them in front of her, locking her arms around the pole. He then tied a rope harness around her waist to which he secured her wrists. His final act was to secure a skull cap harness connected to nasal tines which he inserted in the girls pert nose, which he secured to the back of the bamboo pole, pulling her head up and back. He took a moment to appreciate his work, the girls shoulders were drawn back, causing her ample breasts to be thrust forward, her back arched, and neck extended as her head was drawn back by the cruel pressure on her delicate nostrils over the crown of her head, leaving her eyes wide and her mouth agape. Satisfied her left the room.

He returned a short while later with a short portly man that Rachel had seen in the village square, eyeing her hungrily. She felt the black eyes set narrowly in the dark brown face crawl over every inch of her exposed flesh, his thick tongue licking his lips nervously. The nervous twitch in his left eye become more pronounced as he stood and rubbed his sweating hands up and down the front of his trousers. The stained white jacket announced that he was of the medical trade or had been in some distant past.

“You may begin doctor, the yanquee slut does not mind” the old Asian said. “She will probably like it.” he said as he fingered her seeping cunt, and holding up two dripping fingers as proof.

The white coated man produced a black bag which he sat on the table next to the helpless girl’s pale thigh. He produced a wicked looking stainless steel syringe with a heavy gauge needle, some cotton swabs and a bottle of alcohol. A glass topped bottle contained liquid and several thick brass rings.

“Who did the piecing of the puta’s cunt?” the man asked.

“Our good Padre must have done it, they were not there the last time, I used the girl”, the old man replied.

“He did good work, a pity though, I would have enjoyed doing it myself”, the man stated, as he raised a hand to squeeze the girl left breast.

“Such fine big pezonas on this one”, he said as he twisted and pulled on her swollen nipples. “I will not have to clamp them or apply suction as I did on the little latina whore I fixed for you last time, eh?”

“No, the leetle missee likes her neeples they should be treated rough.” Hattori said as he pointed out the faint ligature marks and the healed punctures from her last visit.

“Her big titties, they connected straight to her leetle pussy, I think”, the white coated man laughed in appreciation. “Clamps?, no we don’t need no stinking clamps!!” he said as he pulled and twisted on the red rubber flesh of her teats.

“Oh-h-h-h-h, m-m-m-m-mh”, the attractive teen moaned and arched her back even more pushing her huge tits at her tormentor.

Rachel looked down at the thick long nipples the laughing man had between his fingers and despised them. She felt the buzzing in her clit as the stranger twisted and pulled at her prominent teats. She hated how they fed the burning fire in her cunt, a fire that ruled her. The educated woman that had once been her fought with the mindless whore she had willfully become within the shell of perfect flesh that was her lust inspiring body. The whore and slut in her wanted to be used and degraded, in this the old Rachel agreed. She should be chastised, her flesh mortified and punished for its violation of all things decent and moral. The thrill of punishment made her grind her breast at the stranger, then pull back stretching her nipples. An excited whimper leaked from her slack mouth, her pussy leaving a telltale stain of wetness on the wooden table as she squirmed beneath the stranger’s brutal fingers.

The Stranger released her swollen nipples and picked up the bottle and swabs. The acrid smell of alcohol reached Rachel’s panting nostrils as he swabbed her hardened teats, the liquid stinging the irritated flesh.

“Bueno, now we see if the slut is truly a whore like Maria. He said as he brandished the syringe.

“Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h, n-o-o-o-o-o,” the attractive teen’s mind screamed in silent protest and final resignation.

The white coated stranger held a rubber stopper against the inside of the girl’s left nipple and pressed the thick needle to the outside slowly twisting it as he pushed it through the sensitive resisting flesh. As he pushed he lowered his face to within inches of the beautiful face of the bound girl.

“You like? Does the leetle slut like the way Emilio treats her leetle titties?, he hissed, his breath foul from last nights singani, the local equivalent of vodka.

Rachel barely heard the man, the lancing pain in her nipple bringing only a long low moan of pleasure as her cunt convulsed under the reverberation of her swollen clit.

“No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o” she moaned as the intense wave of pleasure rippled out from the long livid finger of her pierced clit. Her guts cramped and twisted as the pain induced climax coursed through her. Her glassy eyes failed to see the Strangers satisfied smile only inches from her sweating trembling face. The her ivory body shuddered and jerked as the climax completed as the needle imbedded itself in its rubber target impaling the swollen flesh of her thick teat. As the Stranger watched with sadistic satisfaction, a thick drop of ruby colored blood dripped from the rigid flesh that capped her out thrust breast to drop on her pale thigh.

Detaching the needle and leaving it in place her turned his attention to her other painfully hard nipple. With the same practiced care he pierced her other thick nipple. Playfully he pulled and twisted the newly violated few bring one orgasm after another cascading through the attractive young slut’s body.

“She is a whore, no? The pain she makes her cum easily, si?, the Stranger said to the old man as he sat stroking his cock as he watched the lewd performance play out before him.

The white coated man cleaned and emplaced the thick brass rings through the fresh piercings in the moaning girl’s nipples. Before he sealed the ends with a large bead, Hattori handed him ceramic jar from which he removed two brass bells. He affixed them to the rings and sealed them.

“You are now truly a puta, a village whore. All will know you by the bells. You will be free to use by everyone.” the stranger sniggered.

Hattori nodded in response to the Strangers inquiring glance.

The man hurridly opened his fly, his stiffened prong curving upward in the dim light. He grasped the young girl behind the thighs and pulled her toward the edge of the table. Freeing his right hand he slotted his throbbing cock between the sopping lips of the moaning girls twat.

“Uh-n-n-n-n-n-h, y-e-e-e-e-s-s-s-s-s”, the girl squealed as the Strangers cock lanced deep into her cunt. His rapid fire and urgent thrusts buffeted her as his hips pounded the back of her thighs causing her newly pierced tits to jounce and jiggle as they rolled across her chest, the tinkling of her new nipple bells burning indelibly into her consciousness.

Her clit exploded at the realization that she had been marked a whore, she hunched against the Stranger as her clit chain swung and pulled at the insane flesh between her legs. Another and final climax coursed through her as she felt the Strangers scalding seed geyser into her stuffed cunt and run down the crack between her firm cheeks.

“I am a whore” a part of the beautiful American thought to herself with a thrill…another part of her cried.

THE END OF CHAPTERS 17 – 25