VESTAL WHORE 26 – 31

Feature Writer:  [email protected] (sir_kraken)

Feature Title: VESTAL WHORE 26 – 31

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 26 – 31

Chapter 26

The young teen lay glistening like a large white fetus on the wooden floor in the dim light. Her pale for stood out in stark contrast to the dark rotting wood. Her arms were no longer bound and the blood oozing from her freshly pierced nipples had turned a rusty brown. The only movement was the rise and fall of her chest which caused her melonous breasts to jiggle. Her supple arms and thin wrists still showed the ligature marks from the thin cord that had bound them. Her face bore a angelic look of satisfaction and peace. A slight smile curved the full lips. A health glow lit the smooth flawless cheeks. The sparsely haired freshly fucked gash between her legs was visible, clenched tight by her long thighs. Her long labia protruded like an obscene tongue dripping saliva, only the saliva was the spent seed of the three men that lounged around the dark room. Hattori finally rose and nudged the girl’s thigh with a sandaled foot.

“Time for Missee to go home”, he said curtly. “We done with slut Misse for now.”

The Stranger and Tahio, watched as she rose slowly and stood stark naked in front of them, not sure what to do, as her new whore’s bells tinkled as her breathing caused her balloon like breasts to jiggle.

Hattori threw her the soiled rags that passed for her dress and the men watched as walked to the door clutching the garment to her newly violated chest. She nearly collided with Maria. She raised her eyes and saw the vacant look of the young Bolivian. The young indian girl stood as she did, naked save for the whore’s bells that hung from her pierced nipples. The ivory brown skin of the young Bolivian bore similar marks as the young American’s. Her breasts, while not as large, were full and heavy, her large dark aureoles circled long nipples pierced by thick brass rings. A thin chain ran between the two rings and was joined by another that disappeared into the thick thatch of black hair between the woman’s legs. A rounded belly stood above the womans strong thighs.

Her brown eyes searched Rachel’s face for a moment, then she lowered her head, her long black hair forming a veil around her bowed head, and walked into the room. The young American left the hut stopping only to drape the thin cotton around herself, she heard voices rise as commands were given to the Bolivian girl now entertaining the men.

Rachel paused on her way toward the church only long enough to pull the thin dress over her naked form. She walked in bare feet through the humid evening air her mind a torrent of conflicting emotions over her new role in this corner of the world.

Laughing voices came from out of the dark as three men came into view as music played in the distance. The men staggered from the direction a cantina on a side street. Their laughter and uneasy gait attested to the effects of singani and cerveza. Rachel tried to blend into the shadows of the large trees of the central plaza but to no avail. One of the men stopped at the tinkling of her new bells.

“Atencion! I hear the bells of la puta.” one of the men announced over the laughs of his compadres. His dark eyes searched the shadows and he caught a faint glimpse of Rachel as she moved off toward the church.

“You there, Puta! Come here, there are some muy macho hombres for you to service!, he yelled after the young American girl.

Rachel felt her pussy pull tight in her belly, she slowed and began to walk toward the men as if her feet had a will of their own. The beautiful teenager could not suppress the excited thrill she felt at the what loomed before her. The men kept up a drunken banter laughing and making lewd comments only a few of which the young girl could understand. She understood enough to know that the men were oil field workers here for a night of drinking. The dark of the night apparently hid the young American teen’s identity from the drunken Bolivian men. With a thrill she realized that they thought she was a Bolivian girl, probably Maria. They knew her only by the whore’s bells.

The men advanced and pulled the young girl into the entry of a narrow alley. In there drunken state they didn’t notice the former missionary’s height as she fell to her knee’s before the drunk and dirty men. In an instant the once proud future lawyer busied herself as her small white fingers helped the calloused hands of the indian laborers free their stiffening cocks from their khaki work pants.

The young girl’s head reeled as she freed the hard cocks. The smell of sweat of days of hard work in the jungle heat sprang from their unwashed bodies engulfing the excited teen in a cloud of masculine smells. Her excited hands tugged and pulled at the belts of the men trying to expose more than just the luscious shafts to her oral attentions. The men laughed and talked coarsely about the frustrated whimpers that came from the groveling young woman. As she rummaged at the men’s pants in the dark, their calloused hands played over the young girls body. Appreciative grunts and comments welled from the drunken men as they felt up her huge breasts, pulling and tweaking the long stiff nipples that bore the brass bells that marked her shame.

“Madre di dios, la pechas grande!” one of the men said as he palmed one of the massive bags of flesh hanging from her chest. They jutted out from her small rib cage like a shelf of flesh. The cleavage between the firm orbs a dark cleft in the horizontal surface formed by the tops of the huge bags of flesh. His hand traced along the near horizontal upper surface of one breast, his rough palm pausing at the long finger like pierced nipple, that stood proud, thrusting through the thin fabric, refusing to droop under the weight of the thick brass ring and bell that hung from it. The thick projecting nipple marked where the huge breast curved downward in a deep graceful arc under its own prodigious weight to rejoin her small trim ribcage. The beautiful American teen groaned with pleasure as three pair of hands roamed her chest squeezing the firm orbs in appreciation. She raised her arms as the men felt her up allowing them greater access to her big titties. Her hands played to the front of their dirty pants, her slender fingers tracing the outlines or their swelling cocks as the men laughed at her greedy behavior.

The beautiful young American was overcome with excitement as her hands freed the three brown cocks from the dirty fabric that imprisoned them. Her thin dress was pulled from her shoulders and she surrendered her grip on the cocks long enough to shrug the garment immodestly down her smooth arms. Her pale chest shone like ivory in the night as she buried her face in the groin of first one then another of the strangers. Her mind was a riot of obscene feelings and images. Her poor pussy pulled tight at the thought of what her mother would see if she could see her now.

Her she was the once prim and proper Rachel Falwell, half naked on her knees before three men, men that were complete strangers, indian men, common workers that her mother would never think of letting into her home! Her she was allowing them to run their hands over her body, as she pushed her face into their hairy filthy groins, her petite nose inhaling the delightfully masculine smell of their sweaty balls and unwashed asses. All thoughts of law school, home and family disappeared as her small pink tongue snaked out to trace the pulsing veins that crisscrossed the sperm filled balls of the oil field workers. Her plump pouting lips shone wet with her excited saliva as she sucked and lapped at each filthy scrotum in turn. Her dainty hands holding the pulsing cocks upright as she dipped her head wedging it between each pair of muscular thighs in order to fill her hungry mouth with the men’s pulsing sperm sacks.

“My gawd, I’m sucking the cocks of three complete strangers.” she thought. A week ago the thought of them merely touching her would have caused her stomach to heave, and now she knelt nuzzling their stinking balls and her stomach churned not with disgust, but excitement. She wanted to feel their coarse hair on her smooth cheeks, the weight of there sperm filled balls in hands, their plumpness in her mouth. She wanted to taste and feel their swollen cocks in her mouth and taste the pasty slime of their cum across her tongue.

“Gl-l-l-g-g-g-h, m-m-m-m-m-m-h” she moaned as she stuffed her mouth greedily with the short thick prong of one of the faceless strangers. He grunted in satisfaction, as her lips slid up and down his brown cock, sliding the foreskin with it. Her mouth filled with the taste of the rancid secretions that had built up beneath his foreskin. The young teen’s swirling tongue cleaned the swelling knob and she giggled with delight as his hands forced her head further down his rigid staff. Her pert nose snorted into his coarse black pubes as her face mashed against the paunch of his stomach. She gurgled and cooed as he thrust the prong into her throat. She carefully covered her small pearl like teeth with her lips as she raised her face as not to scrape the sensitive flesh of the stranger cock fucking her face.

The hands of the men became more demanding as they wanted their share of the feminine feast before them. Rachel was oblivious to the sharp gravel that cut into her knees as she worked to please the men, sucking on one cock as her dainty hands pumped the other two up and down. All the while the men milked her swelling breasts, pulling and twisting the thick rings that violated her thick pink nipples.

The wanton young girl moans or pleasure were lost to the fleshy stalk that pumped in and out of her violated yet unresisting throat. Finally overcome by impatience, the man to her right pulled free and stepped to the side out of her field of view as she turned her cock-stuffed face. She felt him pull her dress above her waist, his demanding fingers probing for her wet sex. The young slut braced herself, her back arching as she spread her knees leaning into the faceless man fucking her mouth. Her forehead pressed into his fleshy paunch as she steadied herself with a left hand as it continued to pump the rigid cock of the man to her left. A deep moaning groan leaked from around the cock plugging her mouth as the man behind her drove his slotted cock deep into her sopping cunt.

The young slut giggled in giddy delight as the strange indian pumped his short thick cock into her willing cunt. His dirty brown hands spread the firm muscular cheeks of her ivory colored ass. He playfully thrust his dirty thumb against the raw pink mouth of her once virgin ass. His dirty nail scraping the sensitive flesh as it forced it’s way past the rubbery mouth.

Her round buttocks flexed atop her long thighs as she pushed back against the stranger fucking her from behind as she sucked ravenously on the two cocks that her hands fed to her eager mouth.

Her huge breasts hung heavily beneath her as she knelt like a great cow waiting to be bred. Her thick pierced clit throbbed as the heavy chain and cross swung between her thighs as the indian’s pelvis pounded against her upturned ass. The buzz grew into a roar as a dirty vile climax washed over her, the hands and cocks of three strangers plucking at the young American’s strings and playing her like a well worn guitar. Vile pleasure like a too powerful drug rose and nearly gagged the young girl as she wallowed in it’s forbidden excess. The horrified faces of her mother and father drifted along pushing her orgasm to new heights as she continued to please the men that were using her.

Almost in unison the men groaned, their filthy degrading talk reached a peak as their throbbing cocks began to spout the slimy contents of their hairy brown balls. The eager young slut felt the cock in her cunt swell and pulse, the liquid wet explosion of his filthy seed sent her sliding down the slimy ramp of another obscene climax. Her sucking mouth went slack as the dirty climax turned her vision white, the cock in her mouth erupted catching her off guard, her throat momentarily clogged with the thick spume that clung to her epiglottis and rear molars like a great wad of immovable mucus. Her throat spasmed as she fought for breath, the thick plug like cock driven forward by the strangers khaki clad hips. The brass teeth of a zipper cut her clinging lips as she drove her face against the bristly mat of pubic hair around the cock’s root, as she desperately tried to swallow it’s girth. In defeat desperate for air she withdrew her as a thick final gout of yellowish sperm erupted skyward from the mouth of the erect cock, the thick ribbon landing across the eager upturned face of the young girl. The yellowish scum left a scar like trace across the pert white nose and blushing cheek of the young American.

“A-a-a-w-w-w-w-w-w-h”, she groaned in frustration, her mouth open like a feeding chick, tongue flicking the underside of the upright cock.

Her eager eyes turned to the left toward a masculine groan her educated hand pulling the erupting cock to her open mouth. A long serpentine rope exploded from the brown column of gristle firmly clenched in her dainty fist. It sparkled in the moonlight as it rose and fell wetly across her upturned face. Her eager flicking tongue caught a thick portion as it fell across her open lips and she gulped it down gluttonously. Her lips and tongue making smacking gurgling sounds as she feasted on the thick yeasty seed of the faceless indian. Her tongue played over her paste covered teeth as she savored the fluid thick with pasty sperm.

The stranger behind her withdrew his shrinking cock and patted her wiggling upturned ass as he stepped away. Her cum stained face turned toward him in the dark, her anglo features hidden in the shadows.

She nuzzled the two other cocks licking and sucking the dregs of their cum like some starving wretch, oblivious to the meaning of the coarse and demeaning words in Spanish the laughing men heaped on her head like so much shit. The intent of the men’s hissed Spanish was clear, as they called her “pig”, “whore”, “slut” “cum eater” and every vile demeaning name their small intellects could muster.

“M-m-m-m-m-m-m-h” the young slut moaned as she rubbed the deflating cocks across her face, smearing the thick paste like cum across her attractive features. The words of the men sending throbbing shock waves through the disgustingly swollen tube of her pierced clit. The young American knelt before the stranger men, having received their corrupting lust, and wallowed in their contempt. She shuddered as another climax ran through her fueled by self contempt and disgust.

The indian workmen pushed the young whore away, laughing as she fell from her knees to her side in the dirt of the street, her obscenely large breasts wobbling across her chest ringing her whore’s bells in the night.

Chapter 27

Rachel sat at the wooden table and watched as the old priest entered the room accompanied by a short fat man in a tattered uniform.

“This is Senor Juan Domingo, he is with the state postal service and has a letter from your father.”

Rachel sat silently but her heart leapt at the news.

“The Senor has come a long way to deliver the letter”, the Padre intoned. “I told him you would be very appreciative if he delivered it in person, and show him your gratitude.”

Without a thought Rachel rose from the table and faced the short fat man. He looked at her and nervously licked his lips, sweat beading his forehead as he gazed on the tall anglo beauty. A tense smile formed on the girls full lips as her arms crossed her chest to opposite shoulders and pulled the thin cotton peasant’s dress down her arms.

The young girl heard the appreciative intake of breath as the fat man saw the naked majesty of her breasts but dared not look him in the eye. The fat postman drew his pudgy frame up on seeing the submissiveness of the tall Yankee teen. Bolstering his courage his he reached forward with a thick fingered hand and cupped one of Rachel’s massive breasts.

A sudden intake of breath at the touch of the stranger was the only response the young girl gave as she stood there motionless.

The Padre nodded to the fat man and left the room closing the door behind him.

The fat postman could hardly contain his glee. “Never, never in his wildest dreams cold he have hoped to have at his beck and call such a beauty. And an anglo beauty at that! Here was some haughty anglo bitch from the Stados Unitos and she was his to do as he liked”, he thought incredulously. As the realization sank in he seemed to gain in height as he looked up at the tall girl.

“Take off the dress, puta”, he said with sudden confidence. “And get on your knees.”

In silence the young American did as she was told. Her dirty peasant’s dress falling into a rumpled pile at her feet, she kicked it aside as she dropped to her knees naked in front of the fat little man, her large breasts jiggling.

“You are here to show me gratitude. You can do that by giving me pleasure and doing all that I ask without hesitation;” he said as he fumbled with the buckle of his belt. He half turned as he drew the black leather belt from around his waist like a sword. Without warning he brought his arm in a sweeping arch and lashed the heavy belt full across the surprised girl’s breasts.

“Aie-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e”,the young teen screamed as the belt lashed across her naked flesh again and again. Livid welts sprang from the pale flesh as she fell to a fetal position in an attempt to protect herself. The blows stopped and the corpulent little man stepped over to her cowering form. Wrapping a pudgy fist in her dirty blonde hair he raised her head and sneered into her whimpering face.

“You are to bring me pleasure.” he said simply. “Your pain pleases me.” He dragged the whimpering girl by the hair across the floor to beneath an over hanging beam. His short fat form contrasted greatly with the tall anglo girl that cowered at his feet as he drew a length of thin cord from his pocket and threw it over the beam. With practiced ease he tied the thin cord to the rings in the young girls large nipples, forming an inverted “y” and pulled her to her feet as he jerked on the opposite end hanging over the beam. Rachel groaned as she clambered to her feet under the tension on her fat nipples.

The fat postman laughed at her distress and raised her on tiptoe. Holding the rope in one hand he used the other to run the free end through the rings in the attractive teens labia and clit and quickly harshly pulled up the slack. He ran the cord through the rings several times and tied it off securely. The beautiful girl now stood immobile, the tension on the rope holding her heavy breasts suspended by their nipple rings and anchored to the rings imbedded in the tender flesh of her pierced labia. He then clipped the cords along their length to form one double strand running from the girl to the beam. To the traveled eye the poor girl looked as if she was playing out a bad parody of the Sioux initiation rites whereby young warriors were hung by their pierced pectoral muscles. She stood on tiptoe, tension of the cord lifting her immense breasts by their thick nipple rings and stretching the her labia by the merciless pull on the six rings imbedded there.

The sadistic fat man walked behind the girl as he pulled another cord from his pocket. The young slut had her hands under her aching breasts attempting to relieve the pull on her labia and nipples. He pulled first one then the other of the unresisting girl’s sleek arms behind her and tied together above the elbow. The thin cord cut harshly into the smooth white skin of the whimpering young teenager.

The fat man stood sweating profusely. His hands trembled with excitement, His thick tongue flicked out to lick at his lips. The pig like black eyes imbedded in the fat face look malevolently at the now helpless girl. He walked quietly around the pale pillar of flesh that hung before him, the black strip of leather belt trailing from his right hand like a dead snake.

Despite his outward calm, he was beside himself with excitement. His stump of a cock had hardened, his palms were wet with sweat, and his breath came in quick gasps. His mind reeled at his good fortune. Here before him was a beauty beyond his wildest dreams, entirely at his mercy. Sadistic fires gleamed behind his dark eyes. Here was a village slut, a white anglo beauty whom he could vent his perverse desires upon. Without the restraint imposed by the Padre, he would gladly kill the girl for his own pleasure. Denying him that only fueled his desire to draw every ounce of pleasure he could from that which was allowed.

The black leather strip snaked out caressed the underside of Rachel’s breasts. A large livid red welt immediately sprang from the smooth pale flesh. She screamed and twisted in a futile attempt to avoid the next blow from the heavy leather. The fat man’s arm rose and fell as the helpless girl turned and twisted under the rafter. The cord pulled and jerked as her breasts jiggled and joggled as she moved to avoid the punishing blows.

A island of pleasure rose through the beautiful girl’s torrent of pain. The blows burned her skin like fire, raising angry blood red welts across her pale white skin. The merciless cord pulled and jerked at the ring in her clitoris and nipples. Her mind chose to focus on those feelings rather than the pain. Each blow to her breast brought a burst of pleasure mixed with pain as the heavy bouncing flesh jerked the cord and thick swollen clitoris. With each burst of pleasure she hated herself more and tried to the blows less in punishment, and only increased the degree of pleasure she felt. As suddenly as the pain began is subsided as the flood of endorphin saturated her brain. Only the pleasure of her torment remained cutting clearly through her bodies self induced high. She drifted on a cloud, the buzz in her obscenely thick and swollen clit exploding in a series of firecracker like climaxes with each blow of the fat man’s belt.

“U-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h”, she moaned as she grunted out a vile and base orgasm through slack drool wet lips. She no longer even attempted to avoid the incessant blows that rained down upon her unresisting flesh. Her once flawless skin was a riot of red welts, the sweat that ran in rivulets down her form shimmered in the light, as the belt struck her with a wet thudding sound.

Rachel convulsed as one climax after another seared her consciousness. She smiled a drugged smile as she wallowed in a sea of endorphins. She her back to offer up her chest to the bite of the Fat man’s belt, knowing her reward would be yet another climax as the kiss of the strap on her sensitive skin would cause a jerk on her impossibly swollen clit. Every conscious movement of her muscled body was calculated to offer a new target to the corpulent sadist, or to voluntarily increase tension on her tortured parts.

She willingly wallowed in a cesspool of self hatred and abuse, needing the Fat man to do what she could not. She needed, no she craved the mortification of her flawless flesh as penance for what she had become. Yet she knew that far it was far from penance, it was pleasure, so far had she fallen, she was beyond punishment. She now extracted pleasure from every act of perversion, degradation or punishment, no matter how vile or obscene.

She looked down at her striped breasts, the blood red weeping welts that crisscrossed the once flawless white skin, and a vile shuddering climax ignited her swollen clit. The thought, oh, the vile obscene, thought of it, excited her such that she relaxed her legs caused the taut cord to pull and jerk at her violated clitoris and nipples causing yet another climax to burst in her fogged brain.

The fat Postman stood back as his arms and shoulders cramped from the effort of the prolonged flogging. “Never had he seen a slut such as this”, he thought as the sweat streamed down his piggish face. His stump of a cock throbbed in his pants as he considered resuming his work while he watched the beautiful anglo slut debase and torment herself, jerking and pulling the cord causing herself to cum. He looked at the wet stain beneath her pale red striped body. Her sweat ran in streams dripping from her bound arms, matting her blonde hair to her face and shoulders.

The girl’s firm bottom bore angry weeping welts from his belt, her sleek muscular thighs were marked by the bit of the belt as well, flexing as she pulled at the cord to torture and pleasure herself. The flat expanse of her belly, her muscular back and shoulders, and the immense upturned mounds of her breasts all bore the mark of the belt. Angry, swollen red welts crisscrossed the once smooth flawless white skin. He reckoned it would take years if ever for the marks of his work to disappear. He smiled as he thought that here he had added his own signature to perfect work of god. Like a hack sculptor adding details to Michaelangelo’s David, he had indelibly marked the perfect body of the young anglo slut.

Stepping forward, he produced a knife and cut the cord above the girl. Unprepared she fell to the floor in a wet heap a dreamy far away look to her lovely blue eyes. Bending forward, the fat man cut the bonds holding her arms. She sighed as circulation returned to her bluish hands.

Standing with his fat hands on his hips he watched as the girl struggled to pull her self toward him on her numbed arms, the severed cords dragging behind her. She paused once shuddering though an orgasm as her knee caught the trailing cord jerking the ring in her clit.

Reaching the squat man’s legs she pushed her throbbing breasts against his leg as she rose up and kissed the hand that held the stained belt. Her numb fingers struggled with the zipper at the front of his uniform pants, marching up and down searching for the short stump of his cock. Once open she pushed her face deeply into the pocket of coarse fabric, her eager tongue searching out the short brown column of flesh. I took only a few moments for her suctioning mouth to coax his small churning balls to give up their load of thick yellowish cum. She suckled his wilting stump until with a grunt he shoved her away and watched her fall into a dreamy sweaty heap on the dirty floor, a string of rancid sperm hanging from her bottom lip across her small chin. As the beautiful young American drifted off into a dreamy slumber her fading eyes watched the fat little man place a single forgotten envelope between the rings that punctured her tortured sodden labia before he walked toward the heavy wooden door.

Chapter 28

Hattori watched counting a stack of dirty bills as Maria sat on the thick prong of the roughneck’s cock imbedded in her ass. Her legs were splayed by the dirty hands he had behind her knees. The thick mat of pubic hair that normally shielded her pussy was gaping, it’s lips adorned with the glittering brass rings marking her enslavement and clogged with the white paste of the most recent stranger’s sperm.

The old Asian surveyed the room full of Bolivian oil field workers, fresh from months in the jungle of the Robore. Their pockets were as heavy with hard earned pay as their scrotums were with pent up sperm. The young Bolivian girl’s hands worked at the cocks of the two men that stood to either side of her chest. Their rigid angry rods projecting menacingly over her face. She guided them deftly one at a time to the oval of her mouth licking them as she skinned back their foreskins. Her flicking leaving the rods of flesh glistening and wet as she prepared them to fuck her cunt.

As she labored at the cocks in her fists, another stranger took his place between her splayed legs, slotted his thick brown cock between her swollen sodden labia and sank his staff into her to the roots.

“Unh-g-g-g-g-g-h”, she grunted as she felt the new invader slip into her well oiled cunt along side the thick resident in her stretched ass. The twin invaders filled her to bursting. The movement of the two cocks pushed her once again over the edge as she squealed out another orgasm around the spa de-like cock head that stuffed her mouth.

The stranger beneath her pumped his hips against her soft ample bottom, rocketing her up against the cock that drubbed against her thick cervix.

She bounced back and forth between the two roughnecks as they labored to relieve the throbbing in their heavy sperm laden balls. An incessant chatter came from the surrounding tables as the men, both those waiting their turns, and those that had finished and returned to their beers, watched the young brown skinned whore take on all comers.

Her sperm stained dress was bunched around her waist baring her cunt to the view of all as the two cocks stretched and stuffed her. The top of her dress hung around her middle, her ample breasts jiggling and bouncing across her chest as she was buffeted between the pistoning cocks. Her brown nipples stood erect in the cool night air, the brown skin of her chest flecked with white drops of sperm spilt from her hungry mouth.

She swirled her tongue around the head head of the slim cock she fed into her mouth. Her head reeled at the musky taste that filled her mouth. “How many had it been?” she asked herself, forgetting the question and the answer as a strong hand turned her head and the spongy snout of a cock pressed against her pursed brown lips. Eagerly she opened her mouth to the demanding invader and engulfed it in the warm wet confines of her eagerly sucking mouth. No hand need guide her as she forced her face forward to accept the length of the fleshy rod into her throat. A groan of satisfaction greeted her ears as she swallowed the entire length of the strangers cock. The strangers moans of satisfaction mixed with the wet smacking and slurping sounds that emitted from the stuffed wet confines of her cunt and ass.

The attractive young Bolivian slut shuddered out a gut wrenching climax as she felt the two cocks expand as one and begin pulsing as they spewed out their liquid slime into her clasping spasming orifices. The grunts and moans of the fuckers brought forth a cheer from the crowded room as the spectators watched with appreciation as the girl and her lovers groaned our their mutual climax.

Hatori wasted no time in recruiting eager new roughnecks from those waiting a turn at the young whore. As one positioned himself on the table, Maria finished lapping at the pasty sperm she had coaxed from the cock in her mouth.

The bony hands of the old Asian gripped her by the arm as he helped her mount the table and position her plump bottom over the upright column of the new cock. With practiced ease she squatted over the upright cock, as she reached between her splayed thighs and guided it into the stretched mouth of her raw anus.

“U-h-h-h-h-h-h”, she groaned as she felt the thick post sink into her guts as she let her weight carry her down till her plump ass cheeks rested on his thighs. She laid back on the strangers chest and sighed at the full stretched feeling in her bottom and the feel of the miner’s rough hands as he reached around and cupped her full breasts.

He had just begun a rhythmic pumping when a second stranger positioned himself between her splayed knees and slotted his cock between the rings marking the opening to her well used cunt. He strummed his dirty thumb across the erect nub of her clitoris and was rewarded when the young slut shuddered in a quick orgasm, her eager eyes searching his whiskered face in graditude. He placed his strong hands behind the unresisting girl’s knees and cranked her legs up and open, pushing her plump bottom down against the thick cock drilling into her rectum. He sank his long cock into the willing cunt of the girl as she pulled him forward, her small hands on his denim clad hips.

Soon two cocks filled her small hands as two other impatient roughnecks sought relief at the young indian girl’s mouth. She smiled as she brought first one, then the other stiff prongs to her mouth like lollipops and eagerly lapped and sucked at the musky masculine flesh.

Near the end of the long evening, as Maria sat lapping at the sperm that clung to the foreskin of a softening cock, she had lost count of the number of spurting cocks she had taken in her mouth, cunt and ass. The attractive Bolivian girl felt as though her belly sloshed with the collective sperm of assembly of men. Her jaw ached and her poor lips felt raw from the demanding cocks that had been offered to her mouth and she had willing accepted. She sighed with contentment at the singular throbbing that came from her abused cunt and ass as a stream of semen leaked from the two stretched orifices and dribbled down the back of her thighs.

The conversation between the Hefe and Hattori went unnoticed by the girl as she eagerly lapped and suckled at a newly offered cock. The old Asian eagerly accepted a wrinkled stack of paper bills and added them to the tall stack of bolivianos the young whore had already earned for him.

A few barked commands from the hefe and the girl was lifted from her spot on the floor and placed on her knees on a table in the center of the cantina. Several of the roughnecks held her arms out to the sides forcing her to rest her cheek on the beer stained table. Two others sitting at the table grasped her calves with one hand while retaining their grip on their cervesas with the other.

Maria grunted as she felt the Hefe’s fingers force their way between the raw swollen lips of her cunt. He forced two, then three and finally wormed all four of his fingers into her stretched bottom. His fingers feeling like worms tunneling into her guts as he struggled to force his hand in past his knuckles.

“A-w-w-w-w-w-w-wh-h-h, u-u-u-u-h-h-h-h!!!”, she groaned as he dug his thumb in under the stretched mouth of her cunt as it constricted around his big hand.

Worming and pushing, the Hefe forced more and more of his hand into the girl as she squirmed against the hands restraining her. Her piteous moans and pleas were drowned out by the laughter and cheers of the room of drunken men as they watched their company Hefe fist the struggling young woman.

With an almost audible “pop” the Hefe’s big hand slid in past the palm and the elastic mouth of the girl’s stretched cunt closed around his thick wrist.

“Uh-h-h-h-h-h-n-n-n-n-n”, she groaned as an orgasm ran through her triggered by her sheer humiliation. The big man’s fingers wormed and clawed at her insides, scratching and digging into her cervix as they squirmed amid the thick mass of sperm that filled her overflowing cunt.

One after another the climaxes took her as she wiggled her plump upturned bottom from side to side, the men cheered as their Hefe pumped and twisted his fist into the pretty Bolivian girl’s cunt.

Chapter 29

The tall teen sat strapped into the chair as the Priest busied himself with instruments laying on a strip of black cloth on the wooden table to her right. The young American teen was secured to the chair by cords binding her feet to the front legs of the chair and her arms were tied to the heavy wooden arms rests. The old Padre had also secured her head against the back of the chair by a two cloth bands, one around her forehead and the other around her mouth. The only movement from the attractive young woman was the darting of her fear widened blue eyes.

She sat wondering in fear seeing only the broad back of the black priest as he stood at the table. Her thin cotton peasant’s dress molded to her majestic chest, her large breasts separating heavily creating a large deep valley between them which was beaded with perspiration born of heat and fear.

Vivid red welts marked the pale skin of the girl that was not covered by the tattered dress. In spots the fine smooth skin had been ruptured by the bite of an instrument of discipline and were weeping or had scabbed over. Her bare feet were dirty, her fine blond hair matted and dirty.

The fat old Padre turned from the table to face the girl that had been place in his keeping by her trusting father. He gazed on the wretch he saw before him. In little more than two weeks the beautiful young teen had gone from a haughty self righteous bitch, playing the benevolent and condescending missionary, to village whore, forever marked, her once perfect body bearing the lasting marks of her trade. Her soul forever stained with the vile lust born sperm and semen of strange men. Her mind and body had become addicted to the pleasures of the flesh, turning the once beautiful 18 year old into a slave of pain and humiliation, obscenity and perversion.

Even as she sat facing the unknown in fear, her insatiable quim simmered, heated by the unquenchable fire in her thick rigid clit. The abnormally long and thick bundle of nerves projected like a small finger from its protective hood, held in perpetual state of arousal by the thick brass ring that pierced it. A small trickle of vaginal secretions ran from her cunt and ran between the firm cheeks of the girls ass.

The Padre held a long skewer in his right hand. He swabbed it with a damp square of medical cheese cloth. Without a word he stepped toward the girl. He placed the thumb and forefinger of his left hand on the young girl’s nostrils. He pulled back to reveal the pink flesh of the septum that separated the nostrils of her fine delicate nose. Without a word he pushed the skewer though the cartilage with a “crunch”.

The girl whimpered through the cloth that gagged her and held her head immobile as he turned the skewer to enlarge the hole and then withdrew it. The Padre turned to the table and picked up a ring an inch and a half in diameter and made of heavy thick brass. With some effort he pushed the forged ring though the hole in her septum which was slightly smaller. He then secured it with a large perforated bead which had to be inserted in the gap in the ring.

When he was finished he removed the gag from the whimpering girl’s mouth. The heavy ring hung below her pert nose and rested just above her full bottom lip.

“If it oozes wipe it with this.” he said as he handed her a square of cheesecloth dampened with alcohol.

“We will be leaving the village for a few days. But we will first stop to see Hattori….”

The sun was hot as they rode along the jungle track. The Robore was not tropical jungle but a hot dry tangle of seasonal swamp and forested scrubland. The horses plodded along in the heat, the vegetation along the narrow trail swishing back into place after their passing. Rachel looked at the back of the Priest as his horse walked slowly ahead of hers. The ropes that Hattori had used to bind her swelling breasts chafed and rubbed her bruised and welted flesh with every movement of the horse. The twin strands of the karada, was tied at the back of her waist, where it dipped into the crevass between her firm muscular cheeks. A large knot was positioned at her anus, and the twin strands continued forward between her pierced labia. Her naturally large clit, trapped between the coarse twin strands of hemp stood out like an obscene finger red, swollen and wet. The engineered discomfort caused a riot of sensations to pulse through the twisted young teen. The rings in her pierced labia, and the chain attached to her pierced clit hung down into the opening in the top of the old framework saddle. She clutched the reins tightly and clung to the pommel with her left hand, her right was buried in her crotch, pulling and twisting at the ring imbedded in her trapped clitoris. During the ride she had gutted out several silent orgasms wallowing in the pain of the breast and clitoris bindings and her own depravity. Like some naughty adolescent, she pleasured herself behind the back of the Padre, reveling in the obscene act. With each cum she scooped up her own flowing juices and licked her slimy fingers clean, imagining in her twisted mind they were really the leavings of some faceless stranger that had just used her.

They had been riding in silence for several hours before the Padre suggested they stop for a break. He reined his horse into a clearing and dismounted his great bulk. The girl followed suit, noticing with a thrill the dark wet spot on the framework saddle left by her leaking cunt.

The Padre sat on a rotted log and looked at the young slut. “Come here.” was all he said. The words set off locks and springs within the young girl that were beyond her control. She raced over to the old black Padre and fell to her knees between his outstretched thighs. She hungrily dipped her head between his two flabby black thighs, burrowing her head under his cassock. She knew he no longer wore and undergarment beneath it to allow her greater access. She rooted beneath the heavy cloth like some greedy sow, and delighted in how the coarse hair of his thighs and groin chaffed at he pale cheeks.

Her enormous tits throbbed as they swung beneath her, compressed by the tight binding the old Asian had fitted on her. Every movement of her body caused the karada to chafe at her poor tormented and swollen clit.

She felt a thrill as her rooting tugged and pulled at the freshly placed ring in her nose sending sharp pains lancing through her face setting off the sparks and crackles of a mini-orgasm. Using her hands she peeled back the lower halves of his his cassock to expose his fat pasty gray thighs.

The beautiful white teenager sighed as the curly black hair of his thighs pricked and scratched her cheeks as she ground her face between his legs to tongue his wrinkled scrotum. She cooed and moaned as the musky taste filled her mouth and the masculine smell of sweat filled her nostrils. Leaving his balls wet with her saliva, she trailed her pink little tongue up the length of his inflating black cock. With one small white hand she held the swelling black sausage upright so she could lick and tongue it like some black popsicle. She became giddy with delight as she traced each throbbing black vein with her tongue, she closed her eyes and for an instance she fancied herself a little girl, safe in her parents home savoring a summertime treat. A singular grunt of approval brought her back to reality, a reality where she was a marked, beaten and pierced slut whore, a whore for a small village church. A vessel of lust for an old mulatto Padre and a perverted old Asian and his son. No longer was she the beautiful college bound Deb on a missionary lark to serve those she deemed less fortunate. She now served them as a whore. She served any man who wanted to take her, served them with her pouting sperm hungry mouth, her tight pink cock hungry cunt and stretched and clasping ass.

She groaned at the thought as it sent sparks shooting through her setting off yet another orgasm as her pinched swollen clit, the little demon responsible for her fall, throbbed between the rough hemp strands that held it swollen in its angry red excited state, its thick glittering yellow brass ring standing out in vivid contrast, to the glossy red surface of the swollen turgid flesh of her abnormally large clitoris.

She continued to gobble at the thick coal black staff beneath the protruding gut of the old the old Padre. The girls matted blond hair standing in contrast to the chalky gray skin of the old black priest. The bristly hair of his groin and thighs pricking her peach colored cheeks. Mindlessly she licked and slurped, the animalistic and obscene sounds blending with the sounds of the jungle.

At length the young slut’s labors were rewarded as she felt the black cock in her mouth balloon and throb in preamble to it spewing its load into her small clasping mouth. She raised her delicate white hand to gently cup the old man’s churning black balls. Her hand cradled the wrinkly black sack beneath her chin as she swallowed more of the spewing prong, greedily gulping the thick spunk that pumped from the blunt purple head.

The old man’s breath came in ragged gasps as watched the tall white teen preen and clean his deflating cock.

His eyes flitted in the direction of a noise from behind the girl. His mount, an old uncut stallion was pissing onto the dry ground as it stood tied in the shade of a nearby tree. His eyes followed the long arching curve of the thick stream of yellow piss is it jetted from the fire hose-like length of the old horse’s prick. He chuckled as he gazed on the the thick black length of equine cock that hung from beneath the horses belly. The glossy tight skin of the extended prick and its sheath shone in the sunlight.

The old Padre wrapped a meaty hand in the beautiful girl’s matted hair and turned her head toward the horse. She whimpered in frustration as he pushed her head around, like a disappointed child, her lower face glistening with the wet of her saliva. She froze, her hands still on his wilting prick as her eyes took in the monstrous tube of equine flesh that waved to and fro beneath the black horse.

“A-a-a-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-h”, the attractive 18-year old whined through slack lips, shaking her head in objection as the obscene sight registered in her lust glazed eyes. Her eyes widened brimming with tears in a mixture of panic and hunger as the Padre’s hand dropped from her hair as she pulled away and propelled herself on hands and knees like an automaton toward the horse. She cast a panicky glance back over her shoulder at the Padre, tears streaming down her face, a mind trapped in a prison of greedy flesh, as her body once betrayed her once more and involuntarily carried her toward the bestial monstrosity and an act of utter degradation.

The Padre watched her crawl toward the horse, catching glimpses of her white red welted bottom beneath her tattered dress, the brass rings piercing her privates glittering in the sunlight. He could hear the tinkle of the bells hanging from her enormous breasts as they swayed beneath her as she crawled.

He heard the poor girl groan as she knelt in the puddle of mud the horse piss had formed on the dry ground. Kneeling beneath the horse, her pale hands played over the rigid tube of equine flesh. Her small hands struggled to encircle the fat tube as she pumped it. Her panicked tear filled eyes staring at the huge balls that hung nestled between the muscular hindquarters of the beast.

“Aw-w-w-w-w, n-o-o-o-o-o, m-m-m-m-m-m-m-h”, she groaned in protest as her own hands brought the fat blunt tip of the horse cock to her lips. The fluted head appeared almost too large to fit in her mouth. She ran her small pink tongue over and around the blunt cudgel, exploring the thick urethra tube that projected from the blunt snout. Her hands guided the long tube of flesh to her mouth like an obscene parody of a young girl playing an oversized trombone. She wagged the fluted head from side to side until she had squeezed her small mouth over the head, stretching her lips and ballooning her cheeks. With a self conscious groan from her grotesquely distended face she began to suck.

She pumped her mouth up and down the pulsing horn of horseflesh, fucking her equine lover with her mouth. The old Padre tried not to watch as the poor girl debased herself unable to deny the carnal impulses that drove her. The obscene grunts and liquid sounds coming from the girl as she used her mouth and throat as a cunt to please the beast pulled his gaze back to the degrading spectacle. The horse whinnied and knickered as the gourd sized balls between his thighs churned under the ministrations of the gluttonous young slut.

The beautiful girl’s tears mixed with drool that leaked from her stuffed mouth and hung from her small chin as she worked her face over the thick veined fleshy rod. The horse moved forward in impulse as it felt it’s own impending climax. Snorting as though mounting a mare, it pushed it’s swelling cock against the attractive teen’s sucking mouth.

Rachel’s oversized clit was inflamed by the chafing rope and the obscene vision she had of herself sucking the horse’s monstrous cock. Her head was spinning from the outrageous vileness of her actions, all the while the dirty perverted slut in her reveled in the act. As she felt the heat of the stallions spunk beneath her hand milliseconds before the first thick homelike spurt hit her mouth, her fat clit exploded in a searing climax. As her climax broke, the first of many jets of mucous like sperm filled her throat and mouth. Her mind bending orgasm was lost in her struggle to swallow the torrent of hot thick spunk that hosed into her oral cavity. The thick slime leaked from around the vacuuming seal of her mouth as pressure from the beast’s huge balls pumped the thick cream into her gulping mouth.

A thick stream of spunk clung to her chin dripping into the wide valley between her heavy breasts wetting the front of her thin tattered dress. She moaned in a mixture of horror and delight as the animal spunk continued to pulse into her throat and pool in a growing warm puddle in her distending belly. As hard as she tried there was not enough time to savor her hard won prize. An attempt to swirl her small tongue around the pulsing head left her choking and gasping, sperm spewing from her dainty pierced nose when gobs of sperm clogged her airway when she failed to clear her throat of the endless torrent of animal seed.

Finally the horse stepped back pulling his elephantine cock from the girl’s sucking mouth. The lower half of her angelic face was covered by a blanket of white pasty spunk. The cleavage between the large firm orbs of her breasts glistened with the thick fluid, the front of her dress was wet with it to her waist. She crawled after the horse on muddied knees, and in a final degrading act, wedged her face beneath the shrinking cock to nuzzle the huge balls that hung between the horses muscled thighs.

Chapter 30

The young girl rode in silence focused on the torment between her slender legs. The respite of the cool creek had been fleeting. Gone was the thick coat of sticky animal cum that had coated her face and chest, but the unremitting torment of the tight hemp cords running through her crotch were still there. As she rode silently behind the Padre she watched with morbid fascination as the huge balls of the stallion swinging back and forth between the beasts thighs. Her mind kept playing back the awful scene of her sucking the horses huge cock like some endless film loop. The obscene image and the memory of the feel of the heavy balls against her face, the hot thick animal cum in her mouth and on her skin caused her empty aching quim to spasm.

The trail led into a clearing in which stood a small cluster of huts. The path ran through an opening in a fence near the huts. As the two riders neared the huts, their path was blocked by a young man dressed in cut off fatigue pants and boots, wearing a scruffy T-shirt and holding an assault rifle at port arms.

“Buenos Tardes, please let Lieutenant Rodriguez know that Padre Pietro has arrived and would like to see him.” the old Padre said before the young soldier had a chance to speak.

The young woman squirmed in her saddle trying to relieve the chafing pressure of the large knot in the hemp karada harness as it pressed against her raw anus. Every movement of the horse caused the rough hemp rope, now sodden with her own secretions to saw back and forth along the swollen finger of her clitoris protruding between the two rope strands that were drawn tight between her wet labia.

Pausing to look at the young woman on the horse behind him, the young Bolivian trooper turned and jogged to one of the huts and knocked on the door. He entered the hut briefly and returned to the two riders.

The young American barely noticed the return of the young soldier, her mind was focused on the humming demon between her legs.

“The Lieutenant will see you.” he said as he made to hold the horses reins.

The old Padre laboriously dismounted. The young trooper noticed not at all, he was engrossed in the spectacle of the chained crucifix dangling from between the attractive girl’s legs as she swung her bare bare bottom over the saddle to dismount. His mouth hung open as he watched her turn, his dark eyes were glued to the massive bags of flesh that wobbled and jiggled on her narrow chest. The young soldier was confused by the revealing way the young anglo woman was dressed. The angry red welts that he had seen covering her thighs and buttocks had added to his confusion as did the glint of gold at her crotch. His eyes now lingered on the thick metallic ring through her nose, and the rings visible through her thin dress that appeared to pierce her long protruding nipples.

The young soldier watched as the old Padre walked ponderously to the hut followed by the tall American girl who walked silently but for the tinkling of bells in her dirty dress behind him.

The hut was clean but Spartan and looked to serve as both office and quarters. A trim man in a clean fatigue uniform stepped from behind a table and extended his hand.

“Buenos Tardes, Padre.” he said kissing the fathers extended hand. “I was expecting you earlier.”

“We were detained along the trail.” he said as he sat in a chair the officer offered to him.

“Nothing serious I hope?” the officer said as he sat on the edge of the table.

“No, No” the Padre said, shaking his head. “I have brought you what I promised.” the Padre said flatly, motioning to the girl standing quietly with her head down.

“She is a whore, chosen by god to help save those such as you and your men from the damning influence of their own lustful thoughts. The Church knows what temptations lie in wait for men serving on such remote outposts such at these. Weak men fall victim to temptation in the form of unholy relations amongst themselves only to be damned for all eternity. Others betray their holy vows of marriage and are too damned. Still others violate the prohibition on Onanism and are cast into sin.”

The Padre stood and faced the attractive girl.

“This thing,” he said motioning to the submissive girl, “Is a vessel for your lust and that of your men. She has been chosen by our god to be a tool to save those worthy of salvation. Her own wanton nature has condemned her, and by her own willful obscene acts she has shown herself to be unworthy to be in God’s sight. Use her as you will to purge yourself of lust and sin.”

Rachel burned with shame and embarrassment at his words, but her heart fluttered at the prospect of at last having the aching void between her legs filled with the spurting hardness of a man, any man, no any male anima, she shamefully thought!

The Padre walked behind her and lifted the back of her dress. His hands fumbled at the small of her back and she felt the sudden release of pressure on her clit and anus as he unlocked the Karada harness around her waist. He let the sodden hemp fall about her feet, the wet segments like a guilty confession to the watching eyes of the Lieutenant.

“As the lord hath said, by their signs shall ye know them. She has been marked so that all decent men will know her for the slut whore that she is and not treat her as they would a decent woman.”

With that he pulled her dress open and let it fall from her shoulders. His fat fingers tweaked at the rings in her nipples and played at the brass rings piercing her labia.

The officers eyes went wide as he saw the adornments and saw the livid welts marking the beautiful girls body from her shoulders to her knees.

The Padre picked up the harness and held it to the naked girl’s mouth. The smell of her own musk filled her head as she eagerly licked at the slime that coated it with her small pink tongue.

“As you can see, nothing is too low, too degrading for her tastes.” “Vent your most vile secret thoughts and lusts on the slut, and preserve your immortal soul.”

“She is now yours, I will return in a few days.” the Old Padre said. “You may use the harness to restrain her activities if you see fit.”

Rachel’s heart sank at the same time her greedy cunt pulled tight in her belly at the delicious uncertainty the immediate future held.

The old Padre rose and was walked to the door by the officer. He soon returned and looked at the young American girl intently. The officer was in his thirties, trim and of average height. His looked the part of a south American military officer down to the slicked hair and thin mustache.

The young American continued to stand silently her face burning with shame at her stark nakedness. She stared down at her dirty bare feet hands loose at her sides as she had been taught.

“Raise your arms and put your hands behind your head.” the officer said.

Lieutenant Luis Rodriguez felt a fleeting pang of sympathy for the young woman as he looked at her as she stood. She had once been a beauty that is true. She was now marked a slut if the physical scars weren’t permanent, the psychological ones were, certainly.

He glanced at the picture of his wife, Gloria on his desk as he advanced on the beautiful young girl and began to explore her body with his hands. He compared his wife to this woman before him. Gloria, so pious and pure, mother of his children, the product of hundreds of years of stifled catholic teachings, so ready to refuse him sexually. Here stood this young blond goddess totally unknown to him yet ready to allow him to use her for his pleasure.

The girl groaned with pleasure as he lifted one of the heavy bags of flesh that hung from her narrow chest and rolled the thick pierced nipple between his thumb and finger. He noted the stark contrast between her alabaster skin and the red welts that crisscrossed it. He marveled at weight of her fat udder compared to the withered brown bags of skin that hung from wife’s chest. The reddish pink aureoles puckered and her impossibly long nipples hardened under his touch as he thought of Gloria’s flaccid brown nubs lost amid the wide flat featureless expanse if her dark pan sized aureoles. He rolled the fat thick nipple between his fingers like one would a cigar, noting how the thick brass ring passed through it near its base. He saw how the fat nub resisted the weight of the bell showing little drooping from its weight. He idly wondered if the scarring from the large piercing had destroyed her ability to nurse if she were to have children. He caught himself, he knew that this lump of curvaceous flesh would never bear a child unless it were to bring another whore into the world. She would spend her life as a slut fucking and sucking her youth and looks away until she was a wizen old hag, begging for centavos in some village square.

He knew his thoughts of the superiority of his Maria over this poor girl were false bravado. Maria clung to the bankrupt morality they were all taught from birth. She used it as a shield to fend him off whenever he wanted sex. “The bitch,… no she was the mother of his children, she was pure,” he thought as the conflicting emotions soared through him. He thought he would never be sexually fulfilled, living out his fantasies at night as he masturbated himself alone in his quarters. But now, NOW, he had this trembling anglo goddess, not to worship, but to degrade. He would use her to act out his twisted desires and purge them from his mind once and for all. He would never again need to desecrate Gloria in his fantasies. He would vent his lust and anger at having been so long denied and upon this slattern before him. His already stiff cock throbbed painfully at realization of the complete control he now enjoyed.

He felt the girl shudder with anticipation as he ran one hand down over the flat plane of her stomach as the other caressed the long blond hair that cascaded down her finely muscled back. He thought of his wife’s bulging fat stomach, marred with dark stretch marks of childbirth, the ratty black hair that hid the short stump of a neck and rounded shoulders. His hand slid down, his center finger parting the sparse blond pubic hair that crowned the trembling teen’s mons and slid effortlessly into the slick groove of her swollen sex. His mind pictured the tangled mat of thick black hair between his wife’s flabby thighs even as his finger felt the ring piercing the thick nub of the teens clitoris.

Rachel felt her thighs flex as her legs parted slightly as her body betrayed her, granting the stranger greater access to her cunt in it’s never ending greedy search for pleasure. She felt the familiar tight knot in her chest as anticipation and arousal began to build as she felt the officer’s calloused finger play over the surface of her thick clit. She felt him play with the rings that pierced the fat flesh of her labia, an audible groan escaped her lips as he simultaneously tugged at the chain attached to her clit ring and twisted the ring through her left nipple. Her eyes rolled and her tongue licked at the ring that laid against her upper lip as white hot lust burst in her brain blotting out all reason.

He pulled and twisted the turgid flesh of the beautiful wretch’s nipple as he pulled her along by the short chain that hung from her cunt. He laughed as he watched her walk bandy legged, pausing as one orgasm after another wracked her pale frame.

“It seems I have found what the senorita likes, eh?” he said to himself as the teens ears heard nothing but the roar of one filthy climax after another. Her legs slowed at each climax her body shuddering as if giving up some foul spirit that possessed her. She stood motionless as the officer continued to move, his forward progress pulling on the the chain stretching her thick clit obscenely away from her body. Only when she felt a new climax building did she move forward, as his cruel fingers pulled and twisted the thick posts of her nipples into fleshy corkscrews.

He marched her round and round the room, enjoying the way the young American willing participated in her own degradation. He began to see that nothing was too base for this beautiful whore. His cock throbbed at the thought.

He pulled the girl in front of his desk and roughly dipped his fingers into the sodden pit of her cunt. He enjoyed the feel of the coolness of the metal rings and the hot wetness of her swollen flesh.

He withdrew his dripping fingers and offered them to the girls mouth as he pushed her to her knees.

Mindlessly Rachel felt her mouth open and suck the dripping digits into her warm mouth. The musky flavor of her own juices exploded across her tongue as she sucked and licked the thick musk coating his fingers greedily.

“I have always wanted to have a big titted slut,” he said as he started undoing her belt with his free hand. “I wanted to know what my cock would feel like between some big tits.”

Rachel raised her hands and eagerly helped him unfasten the pants of his fatigues. Freed, she pulled them down his legs and helped him step from them. His medium sized cock soared from a patch of thick black hair between his legs. The purplish head peaked out from the tip of his foreskin. Rachel swallowed guiltily as saliva filled her mouth at the sight of the rigid fleshy prong. Her blue eyes bored into the large wrinkled sacks of his balls that hung heavily beneath the upright spear of flesh.

She mumbled with delight as he pulled his fingers from her sucking mouth and stepped forward to rub the slick cock head across her pouting lips. The pink snake of her tongue darted out to duel with the slick purple snout each time it passed over her glistening lips. Beside herself with lust her hands darted out to cup his heavy balls, pulling the delicious rod into her suckling mouth. Her plump lips vacuumed around the hard throbbing rod, her tongue swirled around it bathing it in her warm saliva as her small hands milked his churning balls.

With an audible pop, he withdrew his dripping cock from her eager suctioning mouth.

“Aw-w-w-w-w-h,” she whined in frustration, a thick string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the purple snout of his wet cock.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, senorita,” he said as he lifted her the heavy billowing sacks of her breasts, slotting his cock between them.

The beautiful young teen looked at him with confusion as he captured his saliva wet cock between the fleshy mounds of her breasts. Understanding dawned across her face and she quickly placed her small hands under her heavy udders lifting them up for him to fuck. Her clit throbbed at the thought of this new way her body was being used, her heart fluttered at the thought of his hot spunk spewing between her tits. Her strong slender arms helped him push her huge tits together capturing and squeezing his wet cock in a fleshy tunnel. She lifted her blue eyes up to the stranger as he grunted and huffed, pumping his prong between her tits, hoping to see approval, only to see a mask of lust across the man’s face. She knew she was only a tool to coax his hot seed from his roiling balls. She pressed herself against him raising up on her bruising knees granting him better access to the artificial cunt he was making of her tits. The tinkle of her nipple bells rang merrily in her ears as the voluminous flesh of her tits jiggled and woggled with the impact of his thrusts.

The Lieutenant looked down at the attractive blond girl, as she eagerly helped him push her huge tits together for him to fuck. He looked at the jello like flesh as it rippled and jiggled under his thrusts. He could see the faint blue veins that mapped their surface, bringing blood to the elongated nipples that scraped against his stomach and thighs as he drove his rod up and down between them. The livid red welts that crisscrossed their surface contrasted with the alabaster hue of her smooth skin. As he felt his lust build the more he wanted to hurt the slut, he wanted to punish her for his own failings. He shrank in his own mind as he succumbed to the lust that dwell within himself, and she would have to pay. He understood now, what the old Padre had said. She was here to purify him, to take within her hollow soulless body, the lust that had lay dormant within him, putrefying his soul.

Rachel willingly played the part of the lost and mindless slattern she had become, her tongue extended down her wet chin as she licked and laved the swollen head of his cock when it popped out the top of her cleavage. She tried latching her sucking lips around the elusive prize as it pumped up and down the fleshy tunnel between her large udders. At long last she let out a delighted giggle with a start as the first hot string of thick sperm jetted from the blunt hose of his cock to strike her under the chin. She quickly darted her head down, mouth agape to capture the next gout of creamy white cum. He pumped faster as the sticky spunk jetted and sprayed across her face and dripped down her chest. Slicking the cunt she made for him to fuck.

“Si, S-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i,” the Bolivian officer groaned as the young American teen fastened her greedy lips around his pistoning cock. “Madre di Dios”

Spend he leaned back against the desk to watch the attractive girl act like a greedy sow, as she rooted beneath his balls kissing and licking the sensitive flesh. She bathed his balls and cock fastidiously kissing the head of his softening cock tenderly whenever her mouth passed by.

“M-m-m-m-m-mh-h-h”, the beautiful young teen mumbled lost in lust as his cock began to stiffen once again under her oral ministrations. Her cunt throbbed at having been empty for days. She looked up hopefully at the stranger, her blue eyes searching, pleading.

The Lieutenant stood suddenly pulling his cock from the slut’s grasp as he grabbed the attractive girl by her long blond hair. She whimpered as she staggered behind him on her knees as he pulled her to the center of the small room. The tinkling of her nipple bells filled the room as her big tits jiggled with her efforts. His boots clumped loudly on the wooden floor as he walked around her. She knelt upright, naked before him her firm fat tits thrusting out like a shelf. Suddenly she felt his strong hand press her forward as she felt his bare legs against the side of her hips. She caught the fall of her upper body with her arms and willingly laid her cheek on the dirty wooden floor. Her tender nipples scrapped against the rough wooden floor as her large breasts were mashed beneath her. Like the slut she had willingly become, she reached back and spread the cheeks of her firm bottom for the stranger.

“Bueno”, the Lieutenant grunted in approval as the young American slavishly parted her buttocks for his inspection. The separation of the youthful muscular globes caused her sparse pubes to bristle and the wet pink lips of her pierced cunt to gape like a hungry fleshy mouth. The Lieutenant’s eyes ignored the dripping pierced lips that hung between the girl’s thighs, instead they settled on the raw pink mouth that nestled in the deep valley between her muscular ass cheeks. He quickly hawked and spit a glob of saliva over the winking eye of her raw red sphincter.

When she felt the coolness of the stranger’s spit against the tender flesh of her ass her stomach lurched, in mixture disappointment and anticipation. The rope knot of the karada harness had been forced by the saddle against the mouth of her anus and had chafed and tormented the tender flesh.

“N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o”, she moaned even as her small hands spread her cheeks wider in anticipation of the blissful pain she had come to relish.

Straddling the kneeling girls upturned bottom, the Lieutenant centered his rigid pole against the wordless mouth and leaned forward, allowing the weight of his body to complete the perverse act he had guiltily fantasized about for years. “At long last”, he thought as the tight ring of flesh easily gave way beneath the pressure of his spearing cock, he was performing the forbidden act.

“U-h-h-h-h-h-h, m–m-m-m-m-m-m-mh,” the attractive slut moaned, her hands prying her cheeks farther apart as his swelling cock sank its length into her bowels. The Lieutenant watched as her fingers, nails digging into the firm flesh strove to open her completely to take all of his rigid pole. His black pubes mashed against her welted red cheeks as she took him to the root of his cock.

He paused, letting his throbbing cock luxuriate in the hot dry embrace of her spasming anus.

“Oh–oh–oh–oh–oh,” the American teen whimpered as the stranger’s cock throbbed in her ass. She braced her legs like a bitch being mounted as the Lieutenant placed his hands over hers, and leaned forward, shifting his weight against her. He flexed his knees, his legs wide spread straddling the girls kneeling form and began to pump the post of his cock in and out of the dry mouth of the girls anus.

The excruciating pain in the raw mouth of her sphincter set off electric sparks along Rachel’s well trained nerve endings. Her swollen clit tingled as the pain induced impulses jumped and sparked through it. The bone jarring thrusts against her upturned ass caused the heavy crucifix swinging from her pierced clit to jump and jerk. Within minutes the poor attractive girl’s system overflowed in her first filthy climax, as she groveled beneath the stranger sodomizing her.

“Uhh….uhh….uhh….uhh….uhh,” he grunted between clenched teeth as with each stroke the dry mouth of the girls stretched anus scraped up and down his cock.

He watched with fascination as sweat began to bead on the girl’s back and coalesce into miniature streams running down her finely sculpted back before disappearing beneath her damp blond hair.

Chapter 31

His dusty boots scuffed nervously as the young soldier peered through the crack in the shutter covering the window. After eating he had slipped away from the barracks, his curiosity overwhelming him. Ever since the old priest and the young anglo woman had arrived at his checkpoint, he could not get her out of his mind. Never had he seen such a lascivious display, the woman oozed sex.

Private Hector Uyuni had been in the army for only a short while, spending most of his time since being drafted in Santa Cruz, here at this outpost along the Paraguayan border. The army was not so bad for him, he had been raised in the hot dry area east of the Andes, not so the other indian boys from high in the Andes. They hated this place worse than being away from home.

He quickly lost track of his thoughts as he peered into the room at the spectacle of the Lieutenant and the anglo girl’s coupling. He licked his lips as he watched the Lieutenant treat the young woman like a well trained animal, parading her about by a chain connected to her privates. The young indian soldier saw how the attractive yanqui girl’s body had been mortified by the whip and permanently marked by piercings and adornments. He wondered if it was the work of the old Padre and if so, what meaning it could have. His mind reeled as the Officer treated the girl like a common whore. The only anglo women he had ever seen were wives of missionaries or businessmen and had always been haughty or condesending. He had always felt like an insect when they laid their eyes on him. Their blue eyes as often as not, not even acknowledging his existence.

He shifted from one foot to another repositioning his aching cock within his cutoff fatigue pants, as he watched the beautiful blond American willingly take the Lieutenant’s glistening cock into her mouth.

Never had he seen a woman behave so wantonly. She acted as if she worshipped the Lieutenant’s rigid staff of flesh, covering it with kisses, lovingly licking it from balls to purple head. As he watched in fascination the officer slotted his vein wrapped prong between the eager girl’s oversized breasts and fuck them as he would a cunt. His eyes never missed any of the pretty girl’s desperate actions as she worked to please his Lieutenant. He watched as eventually the officer stiffened and groaned as a fountain of white sperm shot up and across the eager girl’s face. His breath came in short gasps as the young girl ate the Lieutenant’s spilt seed and nurse his wilting cock back to life.

The young Private watched the officer turned the girl and mount her from behind like a common she-bitch, her small hands eagerly spreading herself to make her pink anus more accessible to the man that towered over her. As the Lieutenant sodomize her, her blue eyes rose to the shuttered window and she emitted a long groan. Hector watched as the Lieutenant’s cock sank inch by inch into the tight grip of the girl’s up turned anus.

A noise coming from the direction of the barracks made him withdraw from the window and sink farther into the shadows.

“Shit!”, the sergeant thought as he walked toward the Lieutenant’s quarters. Once again the evening patrol was over do. Probably lost in the bush again. Some good this prickless pack of city boys and indians would do if the Paraguayans ever decided to come back and take more Bolivian land than the did in the first Chaco war.

Veteran Sergeant Hillo Ayamara, referred to as “El Serpiente Indio” by his men behind his back, he was proud of his Chaco indian ancestry and was as at home here as the others felt lost. As he stepped on to the hut’s porch the noise from within stayed his hand as he began to knock. His wide brown face broke into a leering grin at the sounds he easily recognized.

“The Lieutenant was putting it to some slut from the sounds of it.” he thought to himself. He leaned his short stocky form over to the right and peered through the small window. His breath hissed through his strong white teeth as he saw the object of his commander’s attentions.

In the center of the room the half naked Lieutenant was hunched over a pale form of a young woman. The Sergeant could tell from the pale legs rising like two marble columns between the Lieutenants splayed legs that this was not some local indian whore, but a tall anglo girl. The Sergeant caught a glimpse of the jewelry affixed to the girl’s upturned privates as the Lieutenants balls swung rhythmically against her empty dripping cunt.

“So the boy-Lieutenant does have some cajones after all”, the Sergeant said to himself as he watched the the officers cock slide in and out of the white teen’s anus.

“He seems to like the path less well traveled”, the veteran Sergeant said with a smile as he saw the flesh of the girl’s rectum cling to the Lieutenant’s vein wrapped cock on each outstroke.

The Sergeant opened the latch of the door and stepped into the room. The Lieutenant looked over his shoulder as he sensed his entrance into the room.

The Lieutenant’s face was a mixture of embarrassment and then annoyance. “Don’t you knock, Sergeant?” he said without missing a stroke.

“Excuse me, Sir.” he said stifling a grin. I came to report that the evening patrol is overdo. Is there anything I can help you with Sir?”

“Help me fuck this yanqui bitch, she is here for our pleasure!!”

“Uh-h-h-h-h-h-a-h-h-h-h-h-h!!” the Lieutenant groaned plunging his cock to it’s full length into the girl’s ass as she pushed back, sensing his imminent climax.

The attractive American girl opened her blue eyes when she heard the second voice. Her pale cheek was pressed tightly to the rough wood of the floor, her hands behind her spreading her ass cheeks to ease the entry of the officers sodomizing cock. Her small pink tongue Flicked around her lips, toying with the brass ring hanging from the pierced septum of her nose. She groaned at the mixture of sensations from the cock spearing her anus and the grinding of her swollen sensitive nipples into the roughness of the wood floor. She shifted her upper body against the floor, grinding her breasts mashed beneath her against the floor, pulling and tugging the rings that pierced the thick long stubs of her red brown nipples.

Rachel groaned and her empty cunt throbbed as she felt the cock in her ass balloon and begin to pump its hot load of cum into her guts.

The lost young woman whimpered and whined, gripping her cheeks, nails digging into the pale flesh spreading herself to take more of the ejaculating prong. As she did so her hungry eyes watched the burly Bolivian sergeant open his pants and discovered why his men called him “The Indian Snake”.

THE END OF CHAPTERS 26 – 31

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