VESTAL WHORE 38 – 41

Feature Writer:  [email protected] (sir_kraken)

Feature Title: VESTAL WHORE 38 – 41

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 38 – 41

Chapter 38

Rachel’s mouth ran like a drain to some great foul sewer as cock after cock spewed its load of hot liquid lust into her suctioning orifice. Her pretty lips were swollen with lust, her cheeks smeared with strings of congealing scum as cock after cock fucked her eager mouth. Some dripped with the scrannelous liquor of her abused cunt, which drooled a mixture of her own uncontrolled secretions and the rancid seed of the group of racial mongrels degraded her and used her to sate their own lusts. The sight of the attractive American teen on her knees taking every colored cock offered to her with relished enthusiasm was enough to bring each drained cock to new life. Eager to use her just once more. The girl’s blue eyes never saw the winces her voracious sucking brought to the face of the owner of each cock as she attempted to sucked the slimy thick dregs from the bottom of each set of churning balls.

Her swollen raw and abused pussy provided ever more friction to each new cock as if to offset the overabundance of lubrication that leaked from the ravaged opening after each temporary tenant vacated the wet welcome domicile. Her pale ass was marked with the prints of more than one palm when the movements of her hips failed to exhibit enough enthusiasm for the current tenant occupying her cunt. Her lean back arched gracefully from the ample hips that had grown along with her breasts, in preparation for the bastard embryo that had been expelled by her body like so much human refuse, to make room for her first master…a stiff hard cock!!

Rachel felt her young body once again awash on a tide of endorphins. Her hands, mouth, and cunt mere appendages to be used to acquire for her, her needed fix. The delivery was not by some cold sterile device, no, her syringe was hard, true, but of hard flesh, hard male flesh. Like syringes they plunged repeatedly into her body, mouth and cunt over and over again until they released their rich liquid load, bringing her to climax time and time again. Leaving her a quivering groveling mindless cull. Grunting and shuddering out one vile, low climax after another. No one, too low or base to grant her satisfaction, never one to raise a flicker of guilt or self reproach. They only served to make her grovel lower, farther, in search for the next.

“Basta!!, Enough!!” an impatient voice of authority boomed out. Every eye turned to the gray haired cook standing at the corner of the blanket on which the young white missionary girl knelt, studiously sucking at a fresh cock sprouting from the loins of a boy younger than her 18 years.

The fat cook strode through the crowd of men unfastening his trousers, his portly form pushed the young man eagerly fucking the girl’s proffered cunt aside with a sweep of his arm.

“The puta has three guarida, it is time to make use of them all!!” With this preamble he scooped up two fingers of the slime hanging like a line of drool beneath her swollen labia, and plunged the lubricated fingers between the brazenly spread cheeks of her ass. His stubby brown fingers bulled through the token resistance of her stretched sphincter. The sudden invasion brought a grunt from the young girl’s cock stuffed mouth, as her swollen weighted clit exploded once again, sending renewed sparks through her lust sated nerves. Her unbridled ass began to hump back against the fat cook’s twisting fingers as he sought to stretch the opening to the evenings last virginal orifice.

The fat cook wrenched his wet fingers from her ass and immediately, stuffed the fat brown stump of his cock into opening before the girl’s stretched rubbery flesh had a chance to retract. His brown hands splayed the firm pale flesh of the young girl’s red streaked ass cheeks. A muffled groan rumbled in her chest as his thick cock stretched her flesh to the tearing point. The young indian boy whose thin cock filled her throat filled each fist with her fine blond hair and rode her face as she bucked and thrashed in protest to the brutal invasion of her anus. He laughed and felt his cock surge as he watched the fine muscles of her arched back flex and ripple beneath the marred pale skin as she fought the twin invasion. The young slut choked and gagged her way through yet one more orgasm as the chain hanging from her clit swung like a bell clapper between her muscular splayed thighs, each jerk sending sparks of pleasure coursing though her corrupt soulless nerves. The stretching and tearing sensations mixed with the foul pleasure spurting from her demonic clit like some black venom, pushing her ever downward to lower levels of base pleasure.

Grunting with effort, the cook leaned his sweating gut over the pale form of the girl grasping her beneath the arms.

“Stupido!, Help me turn her over!!” he grunted as he lifted her up, her mouth leaving the boy’s cock with a loud pop as her suctioning mouth broke free…

“U-h-h-h-h-h, o-h-h-h-h-h-h!!” the young girl whined as brown hands lifted her, the cook’s fat cock still embedded in her inhumanly stretched anus. The cook flopped his bulk down on the blanket in the girl’s place, his back against a camp bedroll, with Rachel sitting hard upon his pelvis, the fat stump of his greasy brown cock imbedded like some boring parasite into the tender flesh of her bowels.

“O-h-h-h, m-m-y, the young girl murmured as she sat on the thick cock. The pudgy hands of the cook circled her chest to grab handfuls of her fat tits and pulled her backward to lay splayed against his chest. The tinkling of the bells hanging heavily from her nipples accompanied their movements.

She lay sprawled across the large bulk of the cook, her fat breasts weighted with milk separated heavily on her chest, capped by the obscenely swollen and pierced minarets of her nipples. They glistened reddly in the dim light, standing brazen and defiant they rose like two elongated rasberries, blood engorged, from the pebbly surface of her large dark puckered aureoles. Each fat globe rose proudly from her supine chest against the heavy liquid load contained in its swollen ducts. The taunt alabaster skin was stretched across the pulsing blue veins that mapped their surface, radiating from her dark aureoles like the blue static from a Van de Graf generator in some demented science demonstration. The curved and looping veins seemed rooted deeply in their fleshy mass holding their shape like tree roots in a loose mass of soil. Remove them and the glorious rising masses of firm female flesh would collapse into obscene puddles of flaccid fat. They seemed alive, beings all their own, inciting lust in the men, lust and hatred. Reminders to the men of how little control they possessed.

The swollen lips of her labia, gaped obscenely, the heavy rings piercing the thick swollen flesh glistened yellowly in contrast to the livid ruby red flesh of her inner cunt that shone wetly. The sparse yellow hair fringing her lips hung with congealing gobs of spent seed, the wriggling sperm of the faceless men sqirming and flagellating in search of her unreachable ovum.

The girl looked past her wobbling tits at the sea of leering brown faces.

“C-c-c-ome on, what are you waiting for? Fuck me. Isn’t that what I am her for? I-I-I want more, fill me up….” She spread her sleek white thighs in a gesture of welcome, an act that spurred the sea of brown faces to decended upon her. The first of many stiff male prongs plunging into her upturned pierced cunt to wedge tightly along side the cook’s thick cock stuffing her anus. Hairy belly after hairy belly rubbed against the erect pierced spire of her swollen clit sending her on one liquid ride after another.

Rough hands caught her ankles to crank her slim muscular legs up and out, eager bystanders grabbing them as first one then another, and another, huffed and grunted as they labored between her soft splayed thighs for foul debased relief. The onlookers grinned and laughed as her huge engorged tits swayed and sloshed across her chest with the impact of male pelvis against upturned female thighs. Fists filled with blond hair steered her ovaled mouth onto one after another stiff erect cocks. The young men laughed and punched each other as they watched her shudder, her cock stuffed mouth moaning as each new climax brought color to the rising mounds of her swollen tits. Merciless fingers hooked the thick rings imbedded in the rich red flesh of her nipples and pulled upward, lifting the heavy sacks of her breasts upward until the immense weight of each hung suspended. The thick ring stretched and distorted the piercing threatening to tear through the resilient rubbery flesh of her thick nipples. With a laugh her torturers released the rings and watched the elongated sacks of heavy breast flesh rebound to wobble and jiggle across her chest, their bells tinkling merrily.

Rachel’s body was wracked by yet another polluted orgasm as her wide blue eyes watched the degrading abuse of her own flesh. Her eyes welled with tears, overflowed and her pale freckled cheeks glistened with the tracks of tears as she watched. Not with horror but perverted joy. Her heart filled with gratitude, her eyes sprang with tears of joy, at the prospect of yet another climax, no matter the source.

“Yes, use me, hurt my flesh, I am your whore, punish me…” she thought. She would have screamed the admission had not her smooth cum streaked cheeks been distorted by the black cock that filled her mouth.

The waiting crowd of me grew closer, those too impatient to wait grabbed pawed and squeezed at her breasts as they stroked their waiting cocks as if polishing treasured septers. A brazen few ignored the streamer of errant cum that streaked her torso to capture a turgid teat and suckle at them, their tongues playing at the rings and bells affixed to the hard blood engorged flesh. These were rewarded by gouts of rich mother’s milk until another wishing a taste of the same pushed them aside. Fighting for a taste like pups at their mother’s teats.

The young girl sucked and fucked at the ceaselessly erect cocks of the near twenty men. Her mind a numb sump of debauched pleasure. She mumbled to herself as one cock after another was fed to her ovaled welcome lips. The thick finger of her clit emitted a mind numbing buzz, sickening in it’s intensity, causing her bottom to convulse and her guts to cramp with an intensity that brought her to her knees. So she groveled, easier still, like some large pale grub, between the hard muscular legs of the brown hairy men. She moaned with emptiness as hard hands lifted her and lowered her on yet another stiff prong to fill her anus, like some maniacal tool, punishing and boring its way into her guts. She let them guide her, use her. Her slender pink tongue explored the rank depths of muscular spread ass cheeks, immune to their laughter. She swallowed and gargled the hot yellow stream of their piss as they heaped on her degradation upon degradation.

Finally as the fountain of sperm began to pump empty. Her mind began to panic. The reality of the night began to emerge from behind the comforting fog of lust and the truth threatened to unhinge the lost girl’s reason. Her clear blue eyes welled now with tears of humiliation and despair as they fought to focused on the dark visage of the sergeant as he stood nude over her. The space between her splayed legs empty as the soldiers lounged around, their lust sated. Her once innocent eyes brimmed and streams of tears cut rivulets through the congealing sperm that streaked her smooth cheeks.

The Sergeant held in his hand a belt of leather. Her lust drugged mind flew like a caged bird from corner to corner in search of memories, deja vu. His pitiless face leered down at her, even as his sperm was mixed within the congealed mass that leaked from her distended swollen labia, and mixed within the warm writhing mass of sperm that puddled in her stomach like a warm vanilla shake. With a nod the forgotten man beneath her snaked his arms under her armpits and his feet around her ankles anchoring her christlike across his body. She felt the lance of his cock throb and expand as it lie buried in her rectum.

“La puta.” Is all the Sergeant said. He watched the panicked girl the muscles of her arms and legs taunt, panic driven as she struggled to get free. Tearful blue eyes met pitiless brown and her struggles ceased. The mouth beneath the greasy thin mustache slowly split revealing crooked brown teeth.

The girl’s matted blond head gave a bare discernible nod, and her mind gave out a mournful wail.

“Oh-h-h-h-h, p-u-hleeze…” as her thighs and arms fluttered, not sure whether to resist or welcome the coming torment.

The grinning Bolivian sergeant lashed the thin leather belt down across the swollen mounds of her breasts. “La Puta bonita,” he droned like a mantra as he flailed at the fat leaking mounds of the young girl’s breasts. The thin belt cut like a razor across the proud spires of her erect nipples.

The teenage missionary groaned and shuddered as another vile climax lanced through her. Her pale breasts becoming livid with criss crossed red welts where the belt had kissed her flesh. Each new welt brought a new wave of searing burning pain the stoked the seething flames within her demonic clit.

Her blond head flailed matted tresses from side to side, her mouth slackly agape, gurgling choking sounds gargled from her throat as each new orgasm wracked her frame. Blood began to run down into her cleavage and pool at her neck and navel as the Sergeant continued to flail at the obscenely flayed mounds of her breasts.

Silently the men of the platoon watched their Sergeant beat the girl. They watched as she dissolved into one orgasm after another. Her glazed eyes and slack drooling mouth were a wonder to them.

The sweating Sergeant paused, an the moaning girl raised her matted head to look between the mortified mounds of her heaving breasts. Her pink tongue peeked out to lick at the heavy ring hanging from her septum. Imperceptibly, she parted her thighs, her hips rising slightly. A groan leaked from her cum crusted lips as the forgotten cock buried in her rectum thrust upward intent on retaining it’s warm nest.

The Sergeant saw the thick red spire, projecting obscenely from between the fat lips of the young American’s cunt like a minature cock. The thick red projection hung, glistening reddly above the thick ring piercing it’s base.

The Sergeant brought the thin belt down to flick at the target offered by the demented girl. The thin wet leather kissed the turgid rod of nerves and the girl arched as if suddenly electrified.

A thin piercing scream rose to dissolve in a choked gurgle as her body was wracked by another low climax. Even the watching men blanched that the girl could find vile pleasure in such mean degradation.

His energy renewed, the soldier flailed at the glistening red target of the girl’s cunt. The girl thrashed and bucked as blow after blow marked her inner thighs and lower stomach. Her grunts and mindless giggles mezmerized the watching men, as the young attractive girl wallowed in her own private hell. Moaning through one orgasm after another as the Sergeant flogged her.

Rachel floated above looking down upon the wretched vessel of flesh that lay sprawed across the leering indian. A rigid brown cock lewdly stuffing her stretched and leaking anus. She watched the pitiless soldier flailing at the young girl’s splayed cut. She nodded in satisfaction as the wet leather landed blow after blow on the livid flesh of the wretched girl’s cunt. She nodded in approval as her eyes took in the proud heavy breasts wobbling across the young girl’s chest. The fleshy mounds marked with weeping welts, their nipples swollen, distended and beaded with drops of milk.

“Yes, the vile slut deserves this and more”, she thought. “Here is the lowest whore in all creation. She could have been so much more, but she chose not to control the demon between her legs. She who sows the wind, reaps the world wind.”

Another orgasm cramped her cock stuffed guts as the thin leather kissed the tip of her throbbing clit. Her mind returned for an instance and she remembered who and where she was, the proud, blond american, the aspiring attorney, her daddy’s little princess. The thoughts dissolved into a string of shreiking babbling laughter.

The Sergeant had had enough, his arm numb, face dripping with sweat. Under his direction and with firm quick orders, two men, one the young indian that was first to use her, bind her bleeding breasts tightly around the base of each with thin hemp.

The men lust sated, watched in the dim light as the young anglo princess’s breasts grew into impossibly large mounds of blood and milk engorge flesh. Each man drifted to sleep with the moans of the young north American beauty filling his ears and fueling the fantasies of his night.

Chapter 39

In the darkness of the night, one faceless brown man after another tossed and turned. The vision of the girl wallowing in pain, raking the muck and filth of degradation and finding pleasure, rekindled lust in the men old and young alike. A perverse melding of sexual and religious imagery wriggled and squirmed in their minds like maggots feeding on the rotten carrion of ridiculous religious myths. Had they seen the true Madonna, in the flesh, suffering mortification at their hands for their salvation? Repressed sexual guilt fueled notion after notion, like the image of the Madonna in a tortilla, or reflected in a dirty window. The girl was the Madonna in the flesh, returned to show them the perils of indulging in desires of the flesh. No! What had the Padre said, she was here to rid them of their sins born of guilty lust. He knew that within the girl resided the spirit of the true Madonna!

Their simple minds could not grasp that the girl was just a wretched slut, fallen and falling in her own polluted search for fulfillment.

Quietly brown men, crawled to the moaning form of the girl. She lay sprawled on her side and raised her leg to give access to each so that he could bath his throbbing cock in the warm depths of her swollen ring lined cunt. Slowly they stoked their tubes of hard flesh in and out until they fountained a wet white offering for the girl.

As she lay, others brought offerings to her swollen lips, swabbing them gently. She met each brown snout with a lingering kiss before welcoming them to the hot embrace of her clinging mouth. She lay contentedly suckling on each offered prong, forgetting the scorching pain in her cunt and breasts as the warm succor of sexual arousal once again began to course through her. Her delicate nostrils flared at the mixture of sweat and musk that coated each new cock. She thrilled to the feel of their pubes against her cheeks as she lapped and sucked at their filthy balls, marveling at the machinery that fueled her mad passion. The throbbing of her breasts all but forgotten as she pushed them against the hairy legs that lay before her as she stretched her slender neck as she rooted her nose beneath one set of hairy balls after another. Her mouth and nostrils filled with the heady taste of maleness.

So went the night. More cocks to stuff her eager squirming bottom, still others to fill her hungry sucking mouth. Slow unhurried she could savor their offerings, thick and sweet, thin and acrid, some seed she relished rolling it on her eager pink tongue, other vile and rancid, heaved her stomach as she gulped it down with sick smacking sounds. He long liquid ride continued into the night as she was tossed and carried along on the endless wonderful procession of fountaining and spurting cocks!

Rachel heard the shuffle and clink of equipage and the hushed excited murmurs of men. The returning patrol had arrived and others left to take their place.

The pretty young American sensed the newcomers excitement and it fueled her own. Soon a forest of fresh cocks replaced the slimy spent ones that had been her succor.

Wordlessly the attractive young girl rolled to her hip and with a small hand pried one cheek of her ample ass upward to reveal the twin eyes of her cunt and ass open, red and wet. Two of the men quickly lay beside the panting girl, thrusting their cocks into the twin sperm slick holes she so eagerly offered to them. A third knelt by the girls head and cupping his brown hanging balls with a small white hand drew his pulsing cock to her pursed lips. Soon the soldiers were pumping in unison, the four bodies melded into a precision machine, their steel hard rods pistoning in and out of the young girl’s holes, her swollen, wet flesh, clinging to the reciprocating rods like hydraulic seals, her vile secretions like obscene fluids lubricating the lust driven machine.

Rachel stretched languorously, wincing as she raised her arms, her movements pulling the scarred flesh of her swollen breasts. She moaned around the cock buried in her throat as hands roamed her abused body, arousing numbed nerve endings as they once again began to send signals to her preoccupied brain.

All that mattered were the the delightful pulsing cocks that stuffed her. The wonderful feelings of stretching, boring and pummeling that the male rods brought to her once again filled her senses.

She stretched and squirmed between the men like a bathing beauty, not the obscenely abused sperm soaked wretch she truly was. The men cared not, they lusted for her hot clinging flesh and the relief it gave them. The fat swollen mounds of her whipped breasts rolled and wobbled on her small chest, as they pulled and twisted her distended nipples in disbelief. The crusted welts began to weep anew as the pale mortified flesh parted anew under the harsh attentions of the new hands.

On and on she rocked and floated along the river of lust that carried her. In the early morning she was alone. She moved slightly as she felt a familiar probing at the mouth of her swollen labia. She shifted her thigh expecting the blunt nose of another welcome cock. Instead she felt the wet caresses of a small tongue. He eyes flitted open to see the soft muzzles of the pups root along her fat breasts. Raising her hands she lifted her fat teats and offered them to the eager pups. The burning rush of her falling milk was like a balm to the abuse flesh of her engorge and throbbing tits.

The attractive girl moaned as the two pups feasted at her fat udders and the other busied himself lapping at the vile stream of cum that leak congealing from between the livid lips of her abused bottom.

Chapter 40

The old Padre lowered the hand holding the letter. “Two days” he thought. His hard cock swelled all the more within the mouth of the naked indian girl that knelt between his thighs. Maria purred with satisfaction thinking it was in response to her voracious sucking.

The young Bolivian girl took great delight in being summoned by the old Priest. The sheer evil of being used by this man of the church delighted her. It went against everything she had been taught. It was so…delicious. With that thought she pushed her pretty face down harder on the long black pole while one hand busied itself with his large churning balls and the other pulled and pinched at the swollen nub of her clitoris that hung like a miniature tongue amid the damp tangle of black pubic hair.

The fat old Padre smiled as he thought about the letter and the village’s new arrival. Sandra Falwell, daughter of Steve Falwell and younger sister to Rachel, was to arrive in two days. He chuckled to himself as he gazed down at the the dark haired slut laboring over his throbbing cock. “The young girl up and runs off to join her father and sister on their great adventure….how quaint,” he thought.

His cock throbbed and in the hot wet cavity of the girl’s mouth. “Enough. Up here.” he said motioning for her to mount him. The old Padre reveled in the new power he wielded. A power that the young wretch Rachel had released in him, and the old japanese Hatori had honed like a razor.

With an eager moan, the naked young mestizo girl bounded to her feet and mounted the fat man’s thighs. She slid her lithe form up his belly reaching between her splayed thighs for his swollen rod of flesh. With practiced ease, she wrapped her small fingers around the saliva wet staff rooting it’s blunt wet snout up and down between her hairy lust swollen labia to slot the blunt head in the throat of her cunt.

“M-m-m-m-h, A-a-a-a-a-h!” she moaned as she forced herself back onto the thick post and felt it stretch the clinging flesh of her dripping cunt. She wiggled her ample bottom down the long black rod, luxuriating in the feel of it’s throbbing veins against her fat labia as they swabbed down it’s length.

She raised her arms to rest them on the black Priest’s shoulders leaning her breasts into his face. He mumbled with satisfaction as he licked and sucked at the inner curves of the girl’s brown cleavage, ignoring the welts that marked the smooth brown skin.

His own hands found the soft fleshy swells of the indian girl’s hips and guided her as she began her rhythmic rise and fall along the shaft of his cock, accompanied by the tinkle of the bells suspended from her fat brown nipples.

“U-n-n-n-ngh.” he grunted, the clinging tightness of the girl’s cunt too much for him, as his cock spasmed and began to spew thick cloying sperm against the battered walls of her womb. His mind spun to images of Rachel, pale skinned, her large naked breasts wobbling in his face as he used her as he used the young indian girl now. His spurting cock throbbed at the thought of another young anglo girl arriving to be in his safekeeping.

The men watched Rachel as she struggle obscenely to give herself yet another orgasm. Her heavy breasts swayed and jiggled, from her grossly stretched nipples, their impossible weight hanging from the two rings imbedded in the thick elongations of flesh. A string of drool swayed dripped and swayed from her chin as her mouth gaped open her pink tongue lolling. The tension from the tug of war between her nose and her massive fluid swollen breasts pulled on the ring piercing her nasal septum and pulling her pretty head upward. She squatted and hopped causing the heavy weight of her own breasts to pull and jerk at her thick pierced clit suspended at the end of the brass chain. Hopping, squatting, grunting she was a perverse spectacle, a mindless animal, searching for one thing, the rush of endorphin only the next climax could bring. A wet gurgle signaled yet another reeking climax, as she shuddered and moaned as the wave of filth consumed her, saturating her being. As soon as it passed she began the obscene dance again, her filthy bare feet scrabbling across the dirty floor.

Finally one of the men had had enough and walked behind the writhing girl. Dropping his pants he fisted his rampaging cock and mounted the girl from behind.

“M-m-m-m-m-h, N-o-o-o-o!” the wretched slut moaned in frustration as the young man clutched her fleshy hips halting her gyrations as he drove his veined cock into the wet pit of her cunt.

“O-h-h-h-, Y-e-e-s-s!” Rachel gurgled as the man’s pounding hips renewed the tugging and jerking that gave her so much pleasure.

Rachel’s mind spiraled in animal lust. The pain in her horribly stretched nipples and nose formed a warm glowing cloak that dampened and smothered her her being. Only the sharp cutting sensations from her abused clit cut through the fog and electrified her sated nerves. Her lust drunk brain swirled amid the vile sensations, her brief sentient thoughts, sent her spiraling into a another vile climax, as she saw and understood what she had become and where she was. The filthy realization, appalled another, but the disgust and self loathing only thrilled the rank depraved part of her that ruled her now, and spurred her to seek lower obscenities.

She felt the punishing cock thrusting against the abused knob of her swollen cervix swell and gush wetly, and she groaned in satisfaction. Her stretched wet labia bristled at the cold air as the spent cock withdrew only to be replaced by another brown vein wrapped shaft. On and on it went as her womb was assaulted by a deluge of writhing brown seed. Her ripe ovum carrying the secrets of her blue eyes, flax like yellow hair and pale alabaster skin, were engulfed by a horde of wriggling spermatozoa, like Attila’s horde, spawn of the dark short ignorant men that sweated and rutted between her bruised white buttocks.

Steve Falwell grunted in the dark as the tightness enveloped him. He gritted his teeth at the exquisite pain as the tight brown sphincter of the girl’s as threatened to peel the skin from his rigid cock. He his mind reeled at the vileness of this forbidden act the young slut seemed to enjoy so much. The young indian girl had begun to teach the teacher. She had led him down paths of carnal pleasure he had never dreamt of. The libido he had unleashed in her was unfettered by the years of pious nonsense that bound his in leaden chains. Her joyful innocence in the pleasure he gave her and she him had broken through his most earnest reservations and doubts. Yes he knew he would be tormented by guilt and remorse. But all his lust driven mind could comprehend at this moment was the incredible squeezing heat of the the young girl’s anus and the luscious sight of her smooth brown buttocks rising and falling, swallowing engorged shaft of his white cock. He watched with glazed eyes as the brown ring engulfed his cock sliding down the thick shaft till the soft brown cushions of her sweating ass rested on his thighs. He watched the smooth brown skin of her back ripple as her muscles pulled her up. Beads of sweat ran down the hollow of her spine as her back arched. She leaned toward his feet, the wordless puckered mouth of her anus nibbling along his cock, the flesh of the tight ring pulling outward as if reluctant to relinquish even one inch of his swollen shaft. His hands spread the cheeks of her ass to reveal the deep brown flesh that nestled between. She moaned at the touch of his fingers as he explored her. His nostrils flared at the rich musk of the young girl’s cunt mixed with the earthy smell of her ass as she rode upward stopping just below the knob of his cock. She forced a grunt from him as she constricted her muscles with a giggle, threatening to strangle the stalk of his cock. With a deep groan she masochistically thrust down impaling herself on his white prong, driving his lance into the hot steamy depths of her bowels stirring her guts.

“Attentione! Report to the parade ground in three minutes with full combat gear. Rapido! Rapido! The the morning patrol has been ambushed by banditos!” the Sergeant yelled as he burst into the barracks. He glanced at the spectacle of the young American girl being mounted by one of the sweating young indian troopers.

“Enough! The puta will still be here for your pleasure, I think, after you have earned your pay!” he grunted toward the half clad men waiting their turn at the girl’s dripping cunt.

Reluctantly the men turned and rushed to don their tunics and combat webbing. The lone young man huffing and grunting between the attractive young girl’s splayed white cheeks grunted and shuddered as he pump long streams of thick sperm into her already clogged cunt. He pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of the girl’s swollen clasping flesh. A mixed gob of congealing sperm fell wetly to the floor between the pretty girl’s dirty bare feet. Rachel groaned helplessly in frustration as her empty quim cramped and throbbed trying to caress the phantom cock that her sated nerves could still feel stuffing her bottom. With a low moan she began her dance of perversion pulling and tugging at the hemp strands that distorted her flesh.

The Sergeant called the fat cook to him.

“You are to watch after the young American puta until we return. The Padre should return for her soon.” With that he turned to the group of men assembling in the cleared area of the camp. The Lieutenant had taken his place at the head of milling group.

“Okay, single file, stay alert. We must assist our comrades. We go!” With that the Lieutenant led the file of young troopers as they began to wind the way into the thick jungle growth in the direction of the mountains. The clink and chink of the men and their equipment could be heard long after the thick growth had swallowed them up.

The fat cook waddled into the dark interior of the barracks to where the young girl shuffled and jerked in her mindless pursuit of her own vile degradation. The fat man stood watching the white form of the girl as she writhed and twisted pulling and tugging at the cords fixed to the rings imbedded in her tortured flesh. His greasy face split in a grin as he remembered last night and the feel of her clasping flesh around his fat stubby cock. The stalk of flesh began to swell beneath the dirty apron he wore. He waddled toward the girl, as she stood lost in her own twisted world. Without a word he clasped his hands front and back of the girls dripping crotch burying his thick dirty fingers into the sperm clogged pit of her cunt and the stretched mouth of her rectum.

“A-h-h-h-h-h, gl-u-g-g-gh!” the trapped girl groaned as his fingers dug into her tender private flesh.

“You like? You like your pozo filled, no?” he hissed through stained teeth only inches from the debauched face of the beautiful girl. The young woman only groaned, ignoring the stench of garlic on the man’s breath, as his fingers rooted and scrapped amid the tender flesh of her scum choked holes.

“M-m-m-m-m-H, so caliente and wet.” he whispered as he bent toward her ear.

With a quick thought he pulled his hands free and producing a knife cut the hemp that bound the young American.

The taunt strands parted and Rachel’s swollen breasts dropped to spring up and down on her thin chest to hang heavily. The mounds of turgid flesh projected out obscenely, the tight wrappings of hemp around their base biting deeply into the swollen flesh. The hemp was stained dark with sweat and cruelly constricted the mounds, squeezing the once alabaster flesh into bluish mushrooms. The heavy caps of her breasts shined, the flesh swollen and taunt from the pooling milk and blood. The reddish welts lost in the tissues now darker hue.

She moaned standing, wobbly and unsteadily on suddenly tired legs. Her nipples and clit glistened wetly, their tortured stretched flesh throbbing painfully. She stood moaning as her twisted brain sparked and jumped as it transmuted the pain to pleasure.

“Come with me, puta.” the fat cook said hooking a finger in the girl’s nose ring. Pulling her toward the nearby table. He pushed the unresisting young woman to her knees as he plopped his bulk into a chair.

Rachel’s mind was a confused fog of need, frustration, and self loathing. Her glassy glue eyes spied the brown stump of the fat man’s cock as her pulled it free of his soiled trousers. With a pitiful moan the young disfigured girl crawled between the man’s splayed thighs. Her head shook in unavailing denial as her small hand reached for the stiffing stump of the corpulent brown man’s cock. Her eyes watched in detached horror as her hand brought the dripping prong to her lips like a precious offering. Her serpentine tongue explored the delicious circumference of the throbbing pole, as her practiced hands retracted the wealth of foreskin that covered the swelling head. The pink little worm of her faithless tongue snaked out to lap at the pestilent head of the wretched cock. An involuntary groan bubbled from her lips as her tongue lapped up the smegma that coated the glossy head, the sebaceous secretions burning across her tongue like quicksilver, stoking her banked lust, into flickering flame. Her lips parted and engulfed the plumb like head in a wet suctioning embrace, as her small hands rooted within his soiled pants to free the hairy sack of his scrotum. Her practiced hands rolled the freed orbs of his sperm swollen balls like Captain Queeg, caressing the firm orbs within the wrinkly sacks of flesh.

The cook watched, his eyes bulging from his fat sweating face, as the young American girl caressed and sucked his loathsome member with enraptured intensity. His tongue licked at slack lips as his mind reeled at the sensations and sights that assailed it. The dark squat woman in the doorway watched with growing outrage and disgust as the young girl rooted and grunted between the fat man’s hairy thighs. The groans and wet smacking sounds coming from the girl’s mouth drown out the woman’s footsteps. The fat cook groaned as the fat stump of his cock fountained in the girl’s voraciously sucking mouth. Rachel’s lips sealed themselves around the spewing head, her lips hollowing as she sucked the thick streamers of sperm into her mouth, gulping them into her gullet.

The woman’s sandaled foot caught Rachel’s kneeling form full in the crotch between her splayed cheeks, sending her sprawling to her side. The cook’s rampant cock continued to spew streamers of thick seed into the air, raining down upon the supine form of the girl. Thick clots of sperm splattered the abused form of the girl as the fat man’s own hand replaced the girl’s as he continued to pump his spurting cock determined to drain the last dregs from his orgasm.

His ears were deaf to the rants of his wife as she continued to kick the defaced young woman. His eyes only saw the thick white arcs of his seed as it pumped from his cock to land wetly across the quivering gelatinous mounds of the young woman’s scarred and bound breasts. The clots of sperm liquefied to run like a soothing balm across the tortured flesh of the girl’s vein mapped mammaries. The grossly swollen spires of her cum varnished nipples glittered like the brass rings embedded in the tender flesh, catching the lamplight, as his enraged wife kicked the young whore, causing the engorged mounds of her breasts to vacillate across her chest.

Rachel’s mind was a confused mass of jangling nerves as a hard climax rippled through her as the gut wrenching pain from the kick to her crotch cramped her stomach. The pain from the woman’s repeated kicks to her firm thighs and buttocks added to the flame like tendrils of pleasure that singed and threatened to consume the tattered remnants of her sanity.

“I’ll kill you, you bitch!!” the cook’s enraged wife screamed.

“No, Selma, you must not hurt her! he blurted, thinking of the Colonel and their own safety if his toy were to die. She is puta del Diablo, she bewitched me.” he said springing to his feet, cock dangling wetly, to pull his wife away from the unresisting form of the girl.

“Puta del Diablo?” she repeated, her anger draining from her squat frame as she looked at him with questioning eyes.

“Si, the Colonel, ordered me to look after her until his return. She bewitched me and performed…well you saw for yourself. I was helpless in her spell.” he lied.

“We must be rid of this demon puta.” she said the red leaving her fat cheeks as she looked at the young naked teen moaning on the floor at her feet. “How can we keep her and protect ourselves?” she said aloud turning her head to face him wiggling the long braid of hair that hung down her back. “I know.” she said flatly. “If she must bewitch something, she can bewitch the curs.” she said with sadistic satisfaction. “We can put her in the pen near the kitchen with the dogs.”

Chapter 41

The burst of 7.62mm rounds stitched across the chest of the young Lieutenant, three of the rounds passing through him in an explosion of crimson to embed themselves in the head of the young trooper walking behind him. The crack of the rounds broke the early morning silence. The Lieutenant unwisely walking point, slumped to the ground dead, never knowing he had led the platoon into a well laid “X” ambush. The veteran sergeant walking drag, heard the signal shots that killed the Lieutenant, then was hammered to the ground by converging bursts from right and left. As he fell a round hit the back of his head, the shock wave through his liquefied brain matter exploding his eyes from their sockets.

It was over in minutes, as leaderless, the young troopers huddled in clumps like sheep as the bandit’s automatic weapons fire raked up and down the trail riddling the unresisting recruits.

The in moments silence returned to the jungle. Only the swish of the bandits moving through the brush broke the silence. Soon the rustling of clothing and the clink of equipment could be heard as the dead were stripped of anything useful. Silently the leader signaled his men and they returned to the jungle as wraithlike as they had come.

The clotting blood that pooled on the trail soon attracted the creatures that lived on carrion. The droning buzz of the blue flies intensified in the rising heat as they began to feast on the ruptured wet flesh of the corpses lining the trail. The eyes of the young Lieutenant stared sightlessly at the rising sun. It would be months before their remains were found.

The ferrocar chugged persistently along the tracks. Sandra Falwell had insisted on leaving Santa Cruz as early as she could. So the “Iron Car” a small gasoline driven car on rails that ran between the regular scheduled trains was her only alternative. She sat in the back seat and thought about the pending reunion with her father and sister. She looked at the missionary trip as a lark, a vacation away from the smothering presence of her overbearing mother. Her blue-gray eyes drifted to the vista outside the open window. The tall mesa’s clad in greenery were a surprise to her. She wrinkled her pert freckle clad nose at the odor coming from the driver several seats in front of her, with a toss of her short red hair she dismissed it and her mind went on to other things.

She wiggled her ample bottom on the plastic of the seat, her shorts clinging to her sweat wet skin. Sandra was 2 years younger than her sister Rachel, her 5′ 5′ frame one measure of the difference. She had always been jealous of her older sister’s classic Nordic beauty, her’s was of a different sort. Her beauty was more earth mother, all red hair and freckles. Just as attractive as her sister, her lips full, pert freckled nose, high cheeks and clear forehead. Her small chin crowned a smooth jaw. Her shorts revealed that at 16 she already had the full hips of a mature woman, topping two muscular freckled legs. Her freckled shoulders were as broad as her sister’s. Her sleeveless top showed that her freckled arms were just as sleek and firm. The fabric of her top was filled out just as well as her sister’s. Her heavy pendulous breasts, the bane of her existence at school. Her sister’s breasts had always been full and firm, Sandra’s heavy and pendulous. Somehow she had always felt sloppy in a bikini next to her sister. Her prematurely ripe body not the sleek athletic one her sister possessed.

Sandra pushed the catty wish that maybe her sister’s stay in the wilds of Bolivia had somehow reduced the beauty of which she was so jealous.

Exotic thoughts drifted in and out of Sandra’s head as the heat of the day, and the rhythmic clickety clack of the car over the rail joints lulled her to sleep.

The cook’s fat wife pulled Rachel along by her nose ring, the 18 year old crawling as swiftly as her swaying swollen breasts would allow. The woman had hobbled the young girl, connecting her ankles and wrists to one another with a length of cord, making it impossible for the teen to run, forcing her to shuffling along like some sort of pet.

Esuela took sadistic delight in her humiliation of the young anglo slut. Her beauty was a source of intense hatred on the part of the squat indian woman. She smiled to herself as she quickened her pace pulling the struggling girl, her pitiful whimpers a source of satisfaction to the fat woman. Esuela knew how the men had spent the night before. She heard the groaning, the laughter. She knew the kind of woman this one was. She had seen the whores bells before. Knew how the men talked and lusted after women such as her in the villages.

“If she wanted to play the part of the bitch slut, she would have her chance.” Esuela thought as she neared the wooden enclosure. Sudden shuffling and barking erupted from behind the wooden slats. Harsh words from the Bolivian woman quelled the barking but the dogs within congregated near the door in anticipation. The woman reached up with her free hand and loosened the twisted wire holding the gate closed. When she opened the gate four large curs, paced a respectful distance from the opening. Rachel looked into the filthy interior of the enclosure. It’s four foot high roof was made of wooden slats. It was open to the weather except for a narrow box like structure along one side providing protection from the elements. Several large ceramic bowls contained water, and hear and there a dirty blanket lay in a heap in the dirt.

Rachel let out a piteous moan as Esuela pulled her by the nose ring toward the opening.

“In you go, puta!” she said with a sadistic laugh. “Your new friends want to meet you I think!”

The fat brown arm of the woman pulled Rachel into the enclosure as far as she could reach. Releasing the ring, she quickly planted a wide sandaled foot on the naked ass of the crawling girl and shoved her into the enclosure.

“U-u-u-u-u-h,” was all the surprised girl said as she sprawled forward, the hobbling cords preventing her from catching herself. She landed on her pretty face, skidding across the hard packed earth. A moan gurgled from her mouth as her weight fell on the taunt bags of her filled swollen breasts. She rolled to her side, fine dust sticking to her perspiration. She wallowed there afraid to move as the four dogs moved closer sniffing, towering over her as she lay.

After a few minutes the dogs moved back to the far corner, away from the feces covered area near the door.

Rachel rose and crawled to an area clear of filth and claimed a soiled blanket on which to lay. She curled on her side, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin through the overhead slats. She had no doubt that she deserved to be here. She remembered back to the acts she had willingly performed for the men the night before. How she had debased herself in exchange for pleasure. Yes, she deserved this.

Her mind wandered, thoughts of the soldier’s return drifted through her mind, the sudden remembrance of the Sergeant’s belt brought an almost painful throb to her neglected clitoris. A scrabbling noise to her right made her look up and she saw the three cur pups wiggling through the wide spaced slats of the enclosure. The sight of the three pups made her breath catch in her throat. The burning of forbidden pleasure burned in the pit of her stomach. Her blue eyes darted as if she was afraid someone would see. A bitter laugh bubbled to lips, “As if they haven’t seen me do worse.” she thought to herself. Her small white teeth caught her full bottom lip in anticipation of relief from the dull ache of her swollen udders.

“Yes, here you go,” she said as she lifted the large heavy orb of her tightly bound right breast. Her small hands sinking into it’s meaty weight as she expressed large drops of milk from the elongated nipple capping the bluish mound, trying to entice the hungry mongrels.

“O-h-h-h-h-h, that’s right-t-t-t-t!” she groaned as the largest pup latched onto the swollen reddish brown nipple that she offered. Her clit buzzed as his sharp teeth sank into the swollen turgid flesh. She felt the burning rush in her breast as the painfully swollen milk glands convulsed and their precious fluid fell as the pup voraciously sucked. Mumbling eagerly she groped for her other painfully swollen gland and offered it to a second eager pup.

Rachel lay on her back on the dirty blanket, the tight mounds of her breasts standing on her chest, held erect by the tight cords that circled the wide base of each breast. The pups feasted at the fat swollen teats capping each blue veined breast as they separated heavily on her narrow ribcage. She closed her eyes groaning and reveled in the feel of the sharp pinpricks at her elongated pierced nipples and the precious relief as her milk flowed. The mongrels whined and shuffled lapping and sucking at the copious flow of milk that dribbled from their flews as they greedily fed at her swollen mammaries.

She parted her thighs slightly in invitation to the third pup. The thick musk smell exuded from her damp labia, not only enticed the pup. The four adult curs soon began to sniff the air as well.

Rachel heard the shuffling from the far corner and pretended not to hear, concentrating on the pups. The familiar sick excitement rose like from her groin to engulf her reason, forcing her to spread her thighs in unacknowledged welcome to the sniffing curs. Fleeting memories of the huge black Dane and his monstrous tool flitted in her mind. She shook her head in mock denial, as her knees splayed and her slickened labia parted. A hot thick cloud of musk rose from her damp leaking cunt. The wet evidence of her greedy need mingled with the rank male emissions from the night before to form a disgusting odorous broth that belched forth a chemical signal to the curs. The attractive 18 year old refused to accept the truth, pretending not to notice the approach of the largest of the curs. His mangy hair a dark brown. She averted her eyes as she parted her thighs and raised her bottom slightly. The sick excitement welled in her stomach as the pups gnawed and chewed at her fat nipples. She heard the beast growl at the pup between her legs, and felt the large dog’s ear brush the inside of her thigh as he dipped his nose to sniff at the thick slime that leaked from her abused hole. Her fingers were curled into fists, knuckles white with anticipation, sparks flew from her nipples tingling her oversized clit from the pricks of the pups teeth. Her clit exploded in obscene delight at the first touch of the big dogs tongue. The young teen, grunted, her lean form shivering as the climax ran through her. The sick feelings of filthy pleasure bubbled up as the brute lapped his tunneling tongue into her splayed cunt, lapping up the gruel of spent seed and vile need.

Rachel lifted her ass from the packed dirt in her eagerness to give herself to her new bestial lover. She levered her round ass up on sleek thighs, her tight cheeks dusted with dirt from the floor. Her firm thighs splayed wider as the dog busily lapped his tongue from top to bottom between her firm cheeks and thick swollen slabs of her labia. The click of the brass rings lining her labia was audible above her lust labored breathing as the dog’s thick tongue wormed into every crease of her intimate flesh in search of her fragrant slime.

In her lust, her blue eyes darted between the peaks of her quivering breasts and through the legs of the shuffling beast. Her mind refused to accept the true treasure for which she searched, feigning disinterest when her eyes saw the heavy blue gray tube of the dogs phallus hanging from its hairy sheath. Her heart leapt as her guts knotted in sick facination and her skin burned with obscene excitement at the sight of the heavy swaying canine dong. Her blue eyes traced each detail with greedy eagerness. The thick wet tube swung heavily beneath the belly of the beast. A dribble a thin semen dripped from the tiny point projecting from the bottom edge of the red tinged blunt snout. A web of dark red veins covered the slimy gray blue tube. Thicker at the snout the heavy swaying dong tapered toward the large bulge of hard flesh that was it’s knot. Her heart raced at the sight and size of the knot, still encased in the dong’s retracted sheath, and swollen to it’s full size. Rachel knew that only the enclosed heat of her own greedy perverted sex would trigger that….

Her mind rebelled at the hungry thoughts that rose like vile puss, a vomitus sea of filth that consumed her hungrily, fueling the rising flames of lust that colored her skin crimson, and sent a hot tingling tide rushing across her body.

Her eyes refused to obey her screaming mind, the sight of the thick, wet, grayish tube, its surface seeming to writhe with red veins, hypnotized her as it its heavy weight swayed beneath the dog’s belly. Rachel ignored her mind’s pleading as her back arched and the dog tunneled his wet tongue deeper into her weeping cunt. The mindless brute lapped and licked at the girl’s willing offering, his wet cold nose bumping against her swollen throbbing clit, sending shivers of delight radiating through her pale form.

The large cur sniffed and licked, the scent of the girl’s rich musk penetrating his dull brain. His hairy muscular haunches quivered as he pushed his scarred muzzle between the splayed thighs of the young woman. His ears perked at the girl’s eager whimpers and he paused and raised his matted head to growl menacingly at the pups and the other dogs that had were closing in. A quick snap of his head and the other curs backed away and the pups scatted a respectable distance.

Rachel looked between the domed peaks of her bound breasts, the mauled spikes of her nipples glistened wetly with her milk and the pups saliva, at the beast that loomed dominatingly over her. Raised pulsing veins radiated away from the turgid knobs, thick and distorted by the teeth of the nursing curs.

Her eyes rose and met the dark eyes of the large male cur, she shivered, and her clit throbbed, her belly knotting with obscene anticipation. Her mind dredged up memories of the huge black dane, her womb pulled tight in her belly at the sick thoughts of the stretching and stuffed sensations of the vile bestial act. Her guts cramped as she remembered the thick crugel hammering against the sensitive stump of her cervix, the weight of the beast on her smooth back and the feel of the coarse hair of huge dog’s belly against her tense buttocks. She shuddered and came…..her filthy cunt flooded, a tell tale gleam of new wetness shown between the red lined lips of her sex.

Barely able to tear her greedy eyes from the heavy swaying dong, the young teens body acted of it’s own volition as she rolled slowly to her side, her ears tuned to the slightest growl of displeasure from her new master. Her back and flanks were powdered with the dust from the packed dirt floor of the pen, scraps of cloth and hay hung in the fine hair of her unshaven legs. Rolling to her side, the weighty swollen bags hanging from her chest settled heavily to the side, rolling in the dust as she carefully sought to rise to her hands and knees. The desperate need that burned within her drove her to debase herself before the mindless brute looming over her, his flews dripping with foamy saliva mixed with the vile secretions from her own needy cunt.

Her foot bumped the cur’s front foreleg, bringing forth a warning growl as his scarred saliva flecked flew quivered revealing chipped yellow canines. A whimper leaked from the girls mouth as she felt a hot knot of anticipation burn in her chest and rise slowly to her face. Her tortured nipples burned and her pierced clit tingled. The young teen forced herself to her hands and knees, her once pristine alabaster form striped and marred with the with the marks of days past. The marks of the belt were visible through the dirt clinging to her flanks and her dull blue breasts. The blotch of bruises left by hard demanding fingers and hands marked her sleek thighs now glimmering with vile wetness. The encouraging imprint of more than one hand was still visible through the dust powdering her firm white buttocks.

Rachel never raised her head from the dirt floor. She merely raised her buttocks up on her firm thighs, keeping her head slavishly mated to the dirt floor, her muscular back rising upward in a graceful arc to the splayed cheeks of her ass. Her swollen bovine breasts formed a pillow beneath her, her distorted nipples leaking puddles of wetness in the dust as the weight of her upper body expressed the white fluid. She groaned, grinding the painful bags into the filth beneath her, the rings in her nipples catching and pulling as she scrubbed them into the hard dirt floor.

Lost in the self abuse of her gyrations, her the splayed crevass of her raised buttocks waved invitingly before the muzzle of the mindless cur standing behind her. The rank musty odor of the teen’s well used cunt waffed to the dripping wet nostrils of the watching beast. A low growl and the feel of the dog’s wet nose between her splayed cheeks brought her back to the presence as a renewed thrill burned through her. The hot feel of obscene defilement ran through her and a smile came to her abused lips. She was once more to commit the ultimate in loathful acts. She had submitted to foul and arrant deeds with men, men she had willingly let use her as whore, slattern, trollop. Her own flesh was a record of her hideous needs and the scurrilous acts she had so eagerly enjoyed. But to lie prostrate before a mindless brute, to debase herself before a master of another species, this was the foulest depravity and the greatest pleasure she had yet experienced. Her pale dust covered cheek moved with the smile that rent her pretty face at the thought.

Her delicate nostrils blew puffs of dust from the hard packed floor as she wormed her arms beneath her her, the girth of her swollen breasts forcing her arms out the cords connecting to her wrists and ankles limiting her movements.

The large cur stood behind her watching her grunting efforts, the dull brain behind his dark eyes uncomprehending of the irony of the heavy brass cross suspended from the creature’s thick clitoris by a length of heavy chain. His meager brain was awash with the heavy veil of musk that welled up from the females dripping labia. The twin rows of dripping brass rings adorning the kneeling bitch’s cunt held no interest for him, only the promise of procreation of his line interested him.

The eager girl’s hands appeared beneath her, winning the battle against the weighty bags of her abused tits. Her fingers wiggled along her wet thighs like thick worms as she grunted with effort, reaching her labia to pull them further apart in invitation.

The a wave of fresh musk burst in the cur’s tiny brain, his front quarters lifted as his muscular rear legs skittered him forward, his loins crashing into the splayed buttocks of the eager young teen.

THE END OF CHAPTERS 38 – 41