VESTAL WHORE 6 – 10

Feature Writer:  [email protected] (sir_kraken)

Feature Title: VESTAL WHORE 6 – 10

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 6 – 10

Chapter 6

Rachel stretched her slender neck forward like an infant bird, yearning hungrily for the boy’s cock, she pursed her lips, wetting them her tiny pink tongue leaving them gleaming with the saliva that rose in deliberate anticipation. Behind her she felt the old man’s cock searching for her cunt through the sodden curls of the matted hair lining the lips of her cunt……

The sound of a door latch in the dark startled the teenager as she stood guiltily in the pool of light in the middle of the room. She struggled to push the filthy fantasy from her mind but her hands continued their mechanical torment of her cunt and clit. The oily juices flowing from her mixed with the soapy water coating her glistening form. Her mind reeled as she remembered where and who she was. “Are you so lost?”, her rational mind cried out. “You are a good and holy woman!” it said. “Reject the pleasures of the flesh!!”, Rachel’s only response was a guilty groan as the split fingers of one hand, pulled back and exposed the swollen angry red nub of her clit to the direct tormenting attention of the fingers of her other hand. Just as her fingers began to pinch the thick projecting fleshy nub, a voice jolted her back to reality.

“Rachel, my child is that you?” the voice of the old padre said, filling the room. His hulking form materialized at the edge of the light cast by the flickering candles on the tall stands near the nude girl.

Padre’s late arrival at the washroom was to wash away the dust of the road. He had seen the young woman bathing and had intended to spare her the embarrassment of knowing of his intrusion. Something rooted him to the spot. Like some obscene voyeur, his mouth became dry as he relished watching the perfectly formed teenager bath. He watched as she had sponged every curve of her flawless white skin. The firm muscles of her shoulders rippled under smooth skin. He watched her sponge the muscular expanse of her upper chest and watched the suds run over the swelling curves of her huge breasts. He had marveled at the heavy weight of her breasts, as they stood high and proud revealing only a hint of sag on the downward curve where they joined her lean ribcage. Soap flowed down the deep cleavage between the succulent orbs that rippled and jiggled with her every movement. Beneath the pale white skin he could see a network of light blue veins feeding her blood engorged nipples. He wet his thick black lips as the wet elongated nipples shown like diamonds under the reflected candlelight. He watched them lengthened as her aureoles tightened in their cool wetness. His gaze followed as stream of soapy water as it ran from her cleavage down the long flat plane of her stomach and through the sparse patch blonde curls that graced her mons. His eyes widened as the miniature river was divided by the large protuberance of her clit to finally drip from her downward hanging labia that projected like a fat pink tongue from her hidden slit.

He stood frozen as her gleaming thighs trembled as the she debased herself in selfish pleasure, abusing the nub of her clit with greedy fingers. He felt a stirring beneath his cassock that he had thought to be long dead. The young woman was perfection incarnate, yet here she stood, debasing herself like a common Puta. He felt a profound loss, and sympathy mixed with contempt for the sluttish girl. “She has the world”, he thought, “yet wants to play the whore”.

Priestly thoughts overwhelmed the carnal desires he felt, “The slut violates god’s will in his very house”, he thought with outrage.

He knew the girl must do penance and the priest in him was enraged at the long dormant feelings she had resurrected in him.

“Surely the slut is a vessel of lust, put on this earth to tempt the holiest of men.” “Satan must be driven out of her”, he thought as he watched her continue to abuse the sensitive flesh between her legs like a needy whore.

Rachel was lost in lust as she smiled at the old Padre, and unashamedly fought for sexual release. Her fingers were a blur as she worried the stiff nub of reddened flesh.

Before she could move the old Padre stepped forward, “Puta!” he spat as he sent her reeling as his open hand crashed into her cheek.

Chapter 7

Her lithe form landed on the wooden floor with a thud, lying in a fan of water and suds across the dusty dry floor. Rachel raised herself on her left hip supporting herself with her left arm as she rubbed the red welt on her cheek with the other hand. Dust and rotting wood stuck to the wet flesh of flank and curve of her left breast.

Rachel smiled and licked her lip tasting the saltiness from the blood and feeling how her lip was thickening from the blow. She pushed herself erect her breasts giggling with the effort. She crawled to where the black clad figure towered over her.

“You have behaved like a common whore in the house of the lord, my child. What have you to say about this sluttish wickedness and abomination you you have performed in the sight of the lord?” he intoned.

Without a word the girl ran her palms along the outline of his cock visible through his cassock. She slowly snaked her small hand through the opening between it’s buttons searching for what she needed to find. Her small fingers marched like tiny Christian soldiers up the length of the old Padre’s burgeoning erection. She smiled up at him as he stood as though rooted to the floor, too shocked to react. A groan escaped his lips as the small rooting fingers explored, found and cupped his heavy scrotum. Forgotten feelings surged through him at the teenager’s touch. His broad nostrils flared at the overwhelming smell of musk the exuded from her only feet away. Her other hand impatiently fumbled first with the buttons of his cassock and then the fly of his under garment.

Even in the dim light of the candle the contrast of her pale hands on his large black rod was clearly visible. The uncontrollable rise of saliva in her mouth was matched by the clenching in her guts as her pussy welled up with hot musk. The Padre stood rigid, suddenly raising his pudgy hands to the heavens and clenching them into fists. As the girl continued her vile ministrations.

Rachel knew now that her fantasy was not a dream but a vision, a vision of her destiny, her purpose. Lost in a maelstrom of lust and need, she struggled to push such thought from her mind and grasp the old Rachel, the intelligent independent Rachel, the one one dedicated to self denial all in the name of a religious mythology, instead the more she struggled within herself the more tangled she became in her religious fantasies. She now perceived that she had no choice that the loving god she for so long sought to please had charted and new course for her existence. She was to please in a new realm. Not one of the spiritual, but of the flesh. In an instant she saw things clearly and was freed from the restraining burden of a lifetime of lies.

Rachel eagerly pulled The Padre’s under garment down his thick thighs. Her cheek resting against his sizable paunch as her long stiff nipples brushed teasingly along in their wake. Kneeling, her dripping bottom resting on her heels she raised her small hands with a whimper of excitement to lovingly cup the large black sack of his testicles that hung heavily beneath his large gut. Her small hands could barely contain their hot fullness as she dipped her head to place a loving kiss on each of the plumb sized orbs, her forehead pushed tightly against the overhang of his belly. Her cupped hands kneaded their precious cargo tenderly as she buried her nose and mouth in their wrinkled softness. Rachel felt her guts contract as she inhaled the fragrance of the Padres manhood, felt the churning of his balls beneath her lips and fingers and felt the coarseness of his nappy pubes against her pale cheeks.

Overcome and blinded by lust, her tongue thrust out like a tiny wet worm to trace the heavy veins decorating his sperm heavy scrotum beneath their covering of tightly curled hair. She lathed the firm orbs until they were lathered with her saliva, her tongue paying homage to the offering they contained. The offering she would soon have jetting forth in a warm fountain from which she would drink in a new kind of communion.

The Padre’s body betrayed him even as he cried silently out to god in futile prayer. The years of self denial in the purgatory of celibacy were melting away as the young girl stoked the long banked embers of lust in his loins. The blind rage he felt at the girl was doused in wave after wave of long forgotten carnal pleasure, as the girl made oral love to his churning balls.

Suddenly in an epiphany of faith driven delusion, it was clear to him. Like the saved drowning man’s surety of divine intervention, the old Padre knew the reason for his tempting. The girl was a vessel, a vessel into which he would pour his lust, he would purify her, he would use her to cleanse others of their lust. Why else would god send him a soulless whore in the form of a perfect virginal woman. Such carnal perfection had only one use. With the certainty born of zealotry, the old Padre was freed of his guilt. He lowered his pudgy hands the girl’s blonde head as she dipped her head sideways to catch the thick staff of his cock between her eager open lips.

Rachel trembled with anticipation as she brought her hand to the stiff rod of black flesh and guided it to her mouth. Her hand was slick with the saliva that coated his sperm sacks, and filled her mouth to overflowing. She tenderly shucked his swelling cock with her small white fingers to reveal the dark grayish purple head. Her lust drugged mind reveled in the depravity of the scene. A prim and proper white Protestant teenager, on missionary with her pious father, groveling soul naked before a fat mulatto priest making love to his cock with her swollen red lips and pink little tongue. Her mind reeled as she visualized the scene, her once flawless face bruised, lips swollen from the abuse she knew she deserved, her cheeks distended, face glistening with mingled secretions, her jaw distorted as she tried to swallow the length of flesh. It was so awful, so depraved, her heavily secreting pussy throbbed at the mental image. She dug her upturned heels into her groin to satisfy the need, the wet swollen flesh of her cunt flooded her feet with its thick oily discharge.

The groveling girl marveled at the hardness of the old Padre’s cock as she held it in her hand. Her swollen lips leaked a moan that was a mixture of need and anticipation as she brought the throbbing black cudgel to her wet lips. She pulled the glossy swollen head to her lips in a soulful kiss, paying homage to the offering the laid before her god. In a scene that was deliberate, almost ritualistic, she kissed the length of the fleshy rod, tracing each pencil thick vein with her delicate pink tongue. She felt it surge under her ministrations. Bringing the plum sized knob to her lips she lathed her tongue around its girth and played it into the cleft beneath its wordless mouth, pursing her lips she gently kissed the head, and with a purr engulfed it with her watering mouth.

A moaning growl escaped the fat old man as the head of his cock was encased in the wet warmth of the young white girl’s mouth. His balls churned as he felt the girl’s tongue swirl around the sensitive head, playing and dipping in to the precum leaking slit as if plumbing for its rich liquid treasure, coaxing it to fountain forth. His head swimming, legs trembling the Padre staggered back and collapsed into a heavy framed wooden chair. The eager girl never released the vacuum of her young mouth around the old Padre’s cock, scuttling after him on all fours, heavy swollen tits swaying beneath her like a nursing calf reluctant to give up it’s mother’s teat.

Chapter 8

The old Padre reclined in the chair and could finally see the entire portrait of the young lust driven slut. In the dim light of the candle her body still gleamed under the sheen of bath water water and sweat. The curves of her athletic and lush figure were highlighted. The sight made his loins burn, his throbbing cock threatening to burst as his lust heated blood pumped into the black rod trapped between the young girls hollowed cheeks. The old man watched the impassioned face of the young white woman, her flaxen fair plastered to her high clear forehead with sweat and hanging in matted strands about her shoulders. Her pale blue eyes were unseeing, clouded with lust, tears of rapture glistening at her lashes, as a patina of sweat formed on the upper surface of her cheeks. Her delicate nostrils flared as she struggled for breath due to the fleshy invader distorting her beautiful features as it her oral cavity. Her fine chin glistened under a virtual river of spit as her mouth filled to overflowing as she bent to her delicious task. Her long neck worked with the exertions of her sucking as her flushed cheeks hollowed and hollowed again as if she struggled to get sustenance from his fleshy rod. She relinquished her loving oral embrace only long enough to caress his length with her delicate pick tongue and to swallow the cherished mixture of saliva and seminal emissions that clogged her mouth to overflowing. He saw that her pale blue eyes were unseeing, clouded with lust, tears of rapture glistening at her lashes, as a patina of sweat formed on the upper surface of her cheeks. Her delicate nostrils flared as she struggled for breath through her lust and around the fleshy invader whose girth distorted her beautiful face as it plugged her oral cavity.

The last threads of self respect and decency in Rachel’s mind screamed with outrage as she hungrily suckled at the black rod. Her blue eyes beheld the man that was in this moment her master, the focus of her existence. She barely saw beyond the rod of flesh that held her spellbound to see the spayed cassock exposing the sprawled flabby charcoal thighs with their scabby covering of tightly curled black hair; the distended fat abdomen mapped with dark stretch marks rising like the black belly of a whale from just above his groin and the leering pig eyes staring from above the wide flat nose. Independent intellect fought a losing battle with primordial need as reason and pride slipped away as she slavishly groveled before the black staff. The studied intelligent girl within her, cried as it died poisoned by the corrupting bile of lust that reduced her to a creature controlled by a throbbing nub of needy nerves bathed in sexual secretions. Surrendering, she wedged herself further into the cleft formed by the old Padre’s flabby thighs, rubbing her hard nippled breasts against him in a desperate effort to increase his pleasure. Above her the dark eyes of the old Padre stared from his black face sitting pumpkin like, supported by the fat rolls of his neck. He witnessed the obscene sight before him as the once proper young white woman groveling before him. His thick tongue darted from his corpulent face to licking his fat lips in pleasure. Rachel She searched his panting face for some shred of approval as she debased herself for his pleasure.

“Suck it, filthy whore, suck the sinful lust from me, make me a pure instrument to do god’s work,” the old Padre wheezed in near delirium.

Rachel flinched under the sudden verbal onslaught. The words raising goose flesh of pleasure along the curve of her arched back, disturbing the beads of sweat that dotted the flawless skin. She found solace in the obscene words as they confirmed the revelation she had had about herself. She knew now that it was true. She smiled as she raised the black rod, running her pink tongue along the length of the underside, pausing at intervals along it’s length to plant loving kisses, then swallowed the length of it in in masochistic delight. The raised spear of flesh lanced into the back of her throat as she forced her mouth down it’s entire length, her forehead glued to the underside of his bloated belly, she push with a force born of need and self hatred.

“My god, help me, what have I become,” her rational mind desperately cried out only to be doused by a gush of obscene pleasure at the Padre continued his verbal abuse. Her breath coming in snorts from her nose as she sought to breath around the plug of flesh imbedded in her throat.

“Yes-s-s-s, take back the sinful lust that you have awakened slut,” the Padre said with a groan as Rachel’s lips met the prickly cushion of his spit matted pubic hair.

“Lance the abscess on my soul that you have given rise to, take from me the puss of sin into the wretched whorish vessel that god has made of you.”

Losing all control and self respect, with a grunt, the young woman wiggled tighter between the old man’s legs, pushing her pillowy breasts against his scrotum as she forced her mouth harder and harder onto the fleshy shaft. Tears formed in the young girl’s eyes tears of anguish at that part of her she could not control, tears caused by the masochistic invasion of her viginal and tears of delight as she wallowed swinishly in her trough of sin.

“You are the embodiment of woman, the evil slut whore that has since the Genesis has caused the downfall of man, take from me the sin that you have wrought through the ages, and satisfy your insatiable hunger!”

The old man’s hands clenched at Rachel’s head as his cock ballooned in her throat. Rachel’s throat was making the long elevator ride up the fleshy tower when it erupted in a fountain of thick rich sperm. The young girl could not stifle a cough as the thick cream clogged her esophagus, spraying the mucus like liquid from her nose and mouth spattering the skin of the old man’s belly and his cassock.

Lifting her sperm dripping lips from the glistening cock she plunged at the spewing delight, ruby lips wide, tongue extended in an effort to capture more of the yellowish cream fountaining from the old man’s balls, seed stored for over 30 years fountained forth in gush after rich gush.

Rachel’s right hand cradled the old man’s heavy balls kneading them in an effort to keep the spring flowing, her greedy tongue flicking out capturing the flow, till finally her lips sealed the runaway fountain and suckled at the tip greedily swallowing the viscous life giving fluid.

The old man’s hands fell to his sides as Rachel suckled on his cock. Her hand busily kneaded his testicles in an effort to coax more from the empty sacks. When she was satisfied that no more was to be had from the softening tube of flesh, she busied herself lapping the spilt cum from his belly and sucking the dregs from his curly pubes.

The old Padre watched as the the young girl preened catlike as she licked her fingers and hands in desperate attempt to find every last drop of his delicious sperm. The wanton sight brought a life back to his deflating cock as the depravity of the the once pure teenager burned into his brain.

Rachel could think of nothing but the thick wonderful jism that had spouted from the old man’s cock. It was the wine and bread of her new communion, she savored it, running the dregs she had siphoned from his pubes and licked from his distended belly, over her lips and tongue. Her corrupted soul hungered for the pungent taste and smell of the viscous fluid, loved the way it made her teeth and tongue feel as it coated them with it’s sticky sediment.

Chapter 9

Rachel’s heart skipped a beat as she felt the flaccid cock growing in her hand. Her needy eyes searched the Padre’s face as she kissed the growing cock in a superfluous gesture to encourage its resurrection. The fear that this might be a tease, that the Padre might be so cruel as to take from her this second delight was more than the lost teenager could stand, so needy was the throbbing between her supple thighs. The desire, the need, the maddening throb, like a new addiction, overwhelmed Rachel, she faltered, then the damn burst.

“Please, give it to me, please, please give me…cock!”, the poor teenager whispered as she bathed the black snout of the growing member with her little pink tongue.

Without a word the old Padre unbuttoned the front of his cassock to reveal the enormity of his belly and the twin peaks of his drooping fat pectorals. The old man grasped the forearm of the 19 year old and pulled her to her feet.

Needing no encouragement, Rachel moved to mount the cock of the old man. Rachel swung one long muscular leg over the old man’s waist like she was mounting a horse. She hunched herself up against his large paunch gripping it with her thighs. She supported herself with one arm on the back of the heavy wooden chair as she fished between her spread buttocks for the hardened black cudgel that she hungered for. As she leaned forward, the massive ivory globes of her breasts hung under her like water filled balloons, heavy and swollen. A small white hand found the throbbing staff and slid if up and down the slick grove of her swollen labia, finding and pressing the swollen black knob into the yearning mouth of her cunt.

Their groans echoed one another as her flexing thighs pushed her split buttocks downward toward his pelvis. The woman forced the black ram slowly into her virgin guts, wiggling from side to side in an attempt to widen the channel and ease entry of the black invader. Her face knitted with concentration, Rachel licked at her bottom lip, tongue extended like a greedy sow. She forced more and more of the old man’s cock into the unused channel of flesh, splitting asunder her maiden head, tender flesh parting before the ram of masculine muscle. Rachel reveled in a shower of masochistic feelings as she forced the thick cock into her tight wet cunt. The slow impossibly long ride down the old Padre’s cock ended when she felt her swollen labia prick against the tight black curls around the root of his cock.

Rachel felt impossibly full as the old man’s cock expanded in the hot wet clasp of her cunt. She was sure they were forever joined as she felt the pulsing of his cock beat in time with her own labored breathing as she squatted bandy legged the expanse of his large belly forcing her knees apart at an impossible angle. Her knees and upper thighs rested astride the bloated abdomen of the old man, their groins touching only where her labia suckled around the base of his cock. Her large engorged clit being divinely tormented by the abrasion of his aboriginal pubes. The depraved teenager panted as she rested her cheek against the sweating mound of the old man’s belly, her insides churned as her cunt pulsed and contracted around the fleshy alien invader. The teenager’s mind was lost amid the competing feelings and cravings. The contractions of her own hungry cunt were answered by the instinctual throbbing pulses from the old Padre’s long neglected crudgel.

Rachel’s long thighs flexed, raising the nursing lips of her labia from around his cock with an audible wet sound. Up and up the clinging lips rode, swabbing his cock as in a lingering kiss, her fleshy inner lips leaving his cock glistening as they drooled in their silent hunger.

The young teenager halted her rise as she felt the bulbous head nearing the mouth of her cunt. Pausing, her cunt clenching uncontrollably, she dropped her hips down, lancing the fleshy spear back to it’s full depth. The masochistic act brought an involuntary whimper from her as the bulbous head crashed against the fleshy stump of her cervix.

The Padre moved only to capture a large hanging breast, directing its impossibly hard swollen nipple to his fat lips. He was content to watch the poor lost girl debase herself to please him as she let her own demented cravings control her once rational mind. The fat man rolled the teenager’s finger thick nipple between his lips, nipping and chewing on the thick protuberance. Finally he captured the thick rough nub in the roll of his tongue and nursing on it with cruel force that brought a whimper from the lust crazed teen.

Rachel’s thighs flexed again and again, as like some demented engine she drove her pelvis up and down the rigid cock. Her labia swabbing and lubing the staff in an obscene parody of a cylinder and piston. The air was heavy with the stink of sex and sweat, the sour smell of the old man mingled with the sweet musky smell of young cunt as the two rutted like common animals. The silence of the room was broken only by Rachel’s sow like grunts and whimpers as she struggled for release and an occasional wheeze and snuffling snort as the old man labored under the girl.

The old Padre growled and grunted with appreciation as he gnawed on the girl’s cow like udders, his fat lips smacking with appreciation at the taste of her virgin teats. His sharp teeth occasionally brought a squeal or whimper from the preoccupied teen as he worried first one tasty nipple, then the other, causing the fat fleshy fingers to swell under his constant sucking and chewing. Red marks and welts marred the vein mapped surface of the girl’s pale oversized tits from the old man’s merciless kneading and biting of the soft flesh.

“You the foulest whore in god’s sight. Take this sinful offering that you in your obscene depravity coax from me. Take upon yourself as as Christ did, the sins of a holy priest, so that he may better serve god”, the Padre gurgled around the stiff nipple that filled his mouth.

“Crack!”, his free right hand came down upon the unprotected flank of the laboring girl.

“Wallow in your depraved obscenity, lend yourself to purification at my hand”, he said punctuating it with another sharp blow against her buttock and thigh.

“Yea-s-s-s-s!, ” the soulless girl moaned under the merciless hand.

“Know that your damnation will prepare others for entry into the kingdom of heaven.”, the old Padre grunted as he raised his flaccid buttocks to bury his dripping cock in to the guts of the eager grunting teen.

“Crack!” another in a storm of blows rained down on Rachel’s flanks as the old man railed at her as a godless whore, a pig a slut, the lowest creation on god’s earth, a vessel for lust spent sperm, he chewed at the fleshy bags that pummeled his face as the young woman struggled to satisfy the maddening hum in the fleshy finger of her clit. The words of the old Padre rang like thunder in the ears of the godforsaken girl, pushing her closer and closer to the small death she sought. ”

“She was vile, she was a whore, a slut…she had become, was becoming everything her hypocritical parents had tried to prevent.” she thought as she labored slavishly over the old man’s cock. “And she loved it!!” she admitted to herself as her heart cried over the lost innocence.

“I am a s-s-lut, a whore”, she moaned. “Use me……p-p-p-ule-e-eze!” she wailed in abject surrender to the black rod of her new master. She finally knew who and what she was. No longer would she be ashamed of her voluptuous and prematurely ripe body. It was there for him, for anyone, to use, so long as they filled her, and gave her hot steaming cum. “Oh, god help me,” her mind moaned.

Their entwined bodies looked like some grotesque animal in it’s death throes. The squelching of his bursting cock in her drooling quim sounded the tempo of her symphony of lust. The cramping in the girl’s thighs was forgotten as she labored for release. An exquisite tension was building as her shoulders screamed with exertion. The old man’s balls contracted suddenly, pumping stream after stream of yellowish cum in an endless geyser into the young woman’s bruised cunt. The feel of the expanding cock, it’s pulsing contractions and the hot flood of cum sent the girl reeling. Her pussy cramping in a string of mind bending contractions. Her eyes lost sight in a blinding white light as her nails cut furrows in the old man’s fat chest. Her plump lips grew tight as she gritted her teeth and veins stood out in her neck. A crimson flush covered her bobbling chest as the old man chewed at her nipples and flailed her flanks. In her greedy quest for satisfaction she ground her groin against his scrubbing her maddened clit against the woolly root of his cock. The cramping in the girl’s thighs was forgotten as she labored for release. Rachel was filled with searing wave after wave of obscene pleasure, her contracting cunt pumping out streamers of her own cum mixed with that of the Mulatto priest, their leavings forming a puddle beneath the old man’s flaccid ass. A gurgling moan escaped her swollen lips as her orgasm ran its undulating course. Every fiber of her body was tuned to wring every delicious second from her delicious delirium. The explosion of obscene and depraved pleasure forever branded itself on young Rachel’s being. Never would her life be the same.

Rachel fell forward in exhaustion and shivered one last time as the remnants of pleasure strummed her clit. She wallowed there in a languid pool of depraved excess. Reveling in the obscene memory of the moment, she formed a mental picture of her flawless body sprawled across the nauseating fat form of the black priest. Their lust spent, sweat mingling. She breathed in the stink of the man and ran her delicate fingers through the sparse curls that dotted his fat sunken chest. Rachel reveled in the thought of what her righteous father would say if he could see her now. Or her unfaithful mother. Her freshly stretched and abused pussy throbbed at the wicked thought. She knew now that she would never be the same. She was an addict, not to the needle, but to the delicious high that a demanding cock could bring her. She wallowed in the delight of being used submissively, of being mastered by a stranger, any stranger, with a hard demanding cock. Somewhere within her the old Rachel cried as her pussy throbbed around the deflating black cock still filling her.

The Padre caught his breath and pushed the girl from him as if she was suddenly repellent. Rachel fell to the sweat and cum speckled floor, staring upward at his dark face. Her eyes were drawn to the glistening black cock projecting through the half open front of his cassock. Rising up to her knees the abused form of the young woman she caught the dripping cock between her swollen lips, licking their commingled juices from the rod with rapacious delight.

The old priest suddenly grabbed the girl’s matted hair in his left hand.

“You are to be a whore for god my child, but you must be cleansed of the lust you take unto yourself from others.” He pulled her face upward by the blonde tresses he clutched.

The pathetic young woman raised her face to his in desperation, looking for something, even she did not know.

“It shall be my service to god to use this vessel of lust to do god’s will” he said raising his right hand to the heavens. He then brought the hand down in a fist against Rachel’s upturned jaw sending her into an oblivion of darkness.

Chapter 10

The old Padre sweated as he tied the last knot. The old Jesuit texts had been invaluable. The Jesuits new and understood, pain and humiliation cleansed the soul. What better way to cleanse the vessel of lust the young woman had become. The Padre tried to ignore the stirring in his groin as he looked at the unconscious young woman. She was on all fours, draped over a stool. Leather straps were secured behind her knees with buckles, the sections of old leather belts having been nailed to the floor. Her hands were secured in a similar fashion. Her head was hooded with an old black velvet bag from the sanctuary. The front of the hood came down to the tip of her delicate nose where it met the twin tined hook with blunt tines that disappeared into each nostril keeping her unconscious head upright it’s weight resting on the cord suspending the hook. Her mouth was gagged by the thick nub of an old candle pierced and held in place by a cord around her head. The Padre strummed his finger on the taunt string that ran from her left nipple to the nail in the wooden floor. The reddish teat had already swollen and was turning a purplish blue.

“How ingenious our the Jesuits were.” he thought to himself. When the pitiful girl regained her senses, he would remove the stool and she would be forced to kneel her head kept aloft by the nasal hooks, and suffer the pain from the tight cords secured to each of the obscene projections of her filthy teats. The bonds assured that she could not move to relieve the pressure on her knees and arms. Attempts to do so would result in increased tension on nose or breast. She would have plenty of time to contemplate her new purpose in life, and service to god.

The Padre’s thoughts were interrupted by moans from the girl as she regained her senses.

Rachel struggled to clear her head but every movement seemed to result in pain. Her heart pounding with terror, she blinked her eyes to clear them but saw only blackness. Her nose throbbed in pain but she was powerless to move her hand to explore her injury.

“Slut”, a voice said out of the darkness. “Soulless whore”, you are doing penance to cleanse yourself of the lust you have partaken in the name of god.”

The past hours came back to Rachel in a flash, her skin burned with the realization of what she had done, her skin turned red, as embarrassment and excitement raced through her.

She stiffened as a thick finger traced the tender length of her cum oozing quim.

“God has ordained that you are worthy only to be a vessel of lust. You are fit only to receive the sinful lust of others, your womb shall be barren, poisoned by the sinful seed that is to fill it.”, he chorled. “Like the sin eaters of old you will suckle the sin poisoned seed filling your belly, and then do penance, that other more worthy creatures shall be saved.”

“Godless whore, you shall remain here to contemplate your new life, until I return. Pray for forgiveness, and thank the lord that you have been chosen to serve him to this worthy purpose”.

The girl felt the surface her upper torso rested on being pulled from under her. The sudden shift of weight caused an increase in the pain in her nose. As she struggled to ease that pain she felt the pulling in her nipples increase. In panic she began to buck and pull at her bonds. The Padre chuckled at her struggles.

“Poor child, you struggles only make it worse. Accept this as you must accept you new life.”

With those final words, the poor girl heard the Padre’s footsteps fade and a door close.

Rachel’s struggles ceased as she found a position where the pain became a constant. Her knees throbbed, her wrists ached and her nose was numb. The burning in her nipples had become a dull ache as the long nubs had become engorged with trapped blood and turned blue black due to the tight twine that encircled them. Minutes seemed hours, and hours seemed like an eternity. Her empty quim was a mass of raw nerves as it throbbed with the memory of her willing violation. The memory burned hot as she relived the uncontrolled lust that had consumed her. She struggled to visualize her life only weeks before, but could not. It was as though the depraved acts of the last day had burned away the last vestiges of the young woman that had been her. In her place was a hollow shell of flesh, a dripping running cunt that begged to be filled. She had become a trollop, no decent man would want her. A hairy hole to be used as any man saw fit. She loathed herself, but reveled in the depravity. Pain brought her out of her orgy of self hatred as she realized she had deliberately rocked back on her haunches pulling against both the nasal hooks and nipple bindings bringing a fresh wave of pain to her dulled brain.

Through the fog of pain that roared in her ears, the helpless girl heard the door open and the soft pad of multiple feet.

THE END OF CHAPTERS 6 – 10