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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Vestal Whore:  Communion of Degradation Chap 48 {Toryu} (fM+ reluc interr degrad oral anal nc/cons bdsm breast sad beast pierc exhib fist inc religion)
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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:  toryu88@hotmail.com

     It is a work of fiction from my fantasies.  The seed of the story
	 came from BlackDemon's "Church" series, which landed in my
	 fertile mind and grew like a weed with more details and
	 embellishments.

       This work contains f_M+, Domination, Con/NC sex, slavery,
     prostitution, beast, bondage, interracial, masochism, sadism,
     breast torture, piercing, large breasts, and whatever else comes
     to mind.

     Feel free to offer comments and suggestions at the above email.

     {ASS} Vestal Whore:  Communion of Degradation Chap {Toryu} (fM+
     reluc interr degrad oral anal nc/cons bdsm breast sad beast pierc
     exhib fist inc religion)


     Vestal Whore:  Communion of Degradation


     Chapter 48


     The girl no longer hung suspended in the dark room, rather she
     now stood on shaking legs.  The room was lit only by a single
     flickering lamp on the table near her.  Her arms were still bound
     behind her, wrapped from wrist to shoulder with coarse hemp.  A
     length of cane was securely lashed to the backs of her ankles
     effectively spreading her feet and hobbling her.  The large
     freckled bags of her plump breasts projected from the rope
     wrappings around her chest.  Her arms extended behind her at near
     shoulder level, making her stoop forward.  A single rope lifted
     her arms back and up toward the overhead beam, passed over it and
     ended wrapped tightly in the fist of the old oriental standing
     behind the girl out of sight.  She was held in the grasp of what
     the Jesuits of the Inquisition called the the Strappado.  She
     stood stooped at the waist, her large pale freckled breasts
     hanging pendulously beneath her, each red nipple projecting from
     their puffy fat aureoles were captured in the constricting grasp
     of a slit in a flat section of split bamboo.  The old man had
     secured each in place by wrapping cord around the bamboo on each
     side of the distended nipple, compressing the two edges of the
     split on her swollen nipples like a vise.  The muffled gurgling
     moans and screams of the young woman had long subsided as the
     piercing pain in her breasts had turned to a dull ache but the
     pain in her shoulders was all consuming.  A slight tug on the
     rope sent fresh bolts of pain searing through her as the joints
     threatened to dislocate.

     Her physical pain paled to the mental anguish that robbed her of
     all reason.  The horrible acts that had destroyed her innocent
     world and changed her life for all time were for a time forgotten
     in a mind that sought to remain sane by blotting out what defied
     reason.  The unanswered questions she had asked of an empty sky,
     the deliverance she had pleaded for never came.  So she had found
     solace in answers from within herself.  The emptiness her
     desperate mind filled in she found only more dispair as reason
     warred with faith.  The god she loved had forsaken her because of
     her own weakness.  She was the source of her torment.  It sprang
     from within.  Her degradation and pain began at her own hands,
     her own "free will" and were just punishment from the god she
     loved.  God's will be done.  "No!", her once rational mind had
     screamed out, she never deserved this.  No loving god could
     condone or allow this to happen to an innocent.  The thought that
     her well loved god could allow this pierced her to her very core
     her as surely as the young half-breed's oversized cock.  Before
     the veil of denial descended over her young mind, her mind's eye
     conjured up the obscene vision of her beloved celestial father,
     his billowing beard filth flecked, tongue extended from between
     wet lips, slouched on his throne on high, an omnicient pervert.
     His flowing robe bunched at his waist, his omnipotent hand
     stoking the gargantuan swollen cock that projected from between
     his skinny thighs, as red rimmed eyes beheld all the rapine,
     degradation and death that he allowed for his amusement.  Her
     beloved god, the omnicient voyeur, sat flushed with mastabatory
     glee as he too misogynistic delighted in the deflowerment of
     young virgins by sadistic perverts, and the torture and pain of
     innocents.  She watched in horrific facination as his hand slid
     up and down his cosmic rod, all the while two white robed golden
     haired angels, crouched between his thighs, one lapping at the
     oversized knob of his cock, the other sucking and licking his
     majestic balls.


     She shook her pretty tear stained face in an attempt to rid
     herself of the obscene imagery but only succeeded in distorting
     her face as the nasal tineswere still deeply embedded in her
     small pert nose.  A cord connected these to her bound wrists,
     pulling the girl's red head back, arching her neck.

     Livid welts and imprints marred her legs from where the hemp
     bonds had cut into the flesh of her legs while she had been
     suspended.  The finger marks across the pale flesh of her thighs,
     from the old asian's efforts were turning to faint blue blotchs.
     The the inner planes of her thigh's were wet with the remnants of
     the rancid filth of the old man's corrupted seed, as it dripped
     obscenely to the floor as though her violated womb sought to
     purge itself of evidence of it's defloration.  Occasionaly a
     thick clot would vomit forth in a viscous string to land wetly on
     the stained wood floor between her splayed feet.

     Tears wet her freckled cheeks as her vacuous mind reeled, the
     dull ache of pain blunting her brain.  Her jaw hung slack, her
     plump sperm clotted lips parted in pain induced idiocy.

     Her head jerked at the new sound, dislodging a string of
     congealed sperm from her small chin to drip to the floor.

     He green eyes widened, with hope or horror one could not say, as
     the young man step from the shadows into the light.


     The old Padre watched Hattori and his son at work.  He felt the
     log of his cock twitch beneath his black cassock as the old man
     tormented the pinkish-white form of the young woman tugging her
     arms upward inflicting excrutiating pain.  His eyes devoured
     every inch of the pale freckled form.  He watched as the youth
     lumbered forward, the yellow log of his swollen cock swaying
     heavily between his muscular legs.  The Padre chuckled as he
     watched the youth hold his cock toward the girl as if in
     offering, as his father released the upward pressure on the
     pretty girl's arms.  A slight hesitance by the girl brought a
     hard upward tug on the rope.  Soon she was sucking the swollen
     head of the boy's cock.  He eagerly watched as the strong hands
     of the oriental idiot explored every inch of the unresisting
     girl.  The girl learned quickly, he thought with satisfaction.
     But then any animal did after being broken.  She stood docile,
     broken, compliant, the only sound that of the boy's labored
     breathing and the liquid sounds coming from her sucking mouth.
     No longer any tears.  The constant pain and degradation of the
     last several days, the unanswered questions, the conflicting
     emotions had conspired to turn her into a meek cow.  A lump of
     compliant flesh for her two tormentors to use and to share.  The
     myth of her free will was extinguished, as her life was now in
     the hands of a new god, a god of flesh and bone.  A god no more
     callous and unfeeling than her etheral one, but this one had a
     cock of demanding hungry flesh.

     Her only succor in her pain and degradation had been the soothing
     touch of a cock.  Her addled brain decided this totem of flesh
     she would now serve and worship as her deliverer from torment.
     Torment she deserved, she admitted in her confusion, "God had
     ordained it."  she thought.  She needed and welcomed the
     chastisment to earn her way back to his favor.  "No!"  the last
     threads of reason shreaked, "You did not deserve this!'.  The
     flash of coherency stopped her lapping tongue and hollowed lips,
     only to be met by blinding pain as the old oriental jerked upward
     on the rope.

     Satisfied, the Padre turned and walked from the room.  It was two
     days to the Army camp.  Rachel had serviced the soldiers long
     enough.  He had many miles to travel before night.  His thick
     black cock twitched at the thought of the spectacle he left
     behind him.  He walked into the bright sunlight, the day's heat
     already rising.  A few strided brought him to the horse and he
     slipped his hand beneath the Indian girl's loose fitting top his
     fingers feeling the sweat that coated the smooth skin of the
     heavy globe as he squeezed a fat dangling breast.

     "M-m-m-m-h!"  the girl moaned.

     "A-h-h-h, Maria, we must hurry.  he said as he rolled her pebble
     hard nipple between his fingers.  "The day is long and we have
     many miles before our first stop..."  he said with unmistakable
     meaning.

     Behind them in the dark confines of the rectory, the stooped
     pinkish white form of the girl rocked beneath the shuddering
     thrusts of the young mongloid's cock.  The pretty girl's slack
     lips emitted faint grunts as the thick vein wrapped shaft
     stretched the mouth of her abused cunt.  The long yellow length
     buried itself deeply between the pink lips of her red fringed
     labia.  The meaty knob of the invader caromed again and again
     against the once pristine nub of her cervix to gouge into the
     back wall of her vagina with bruising force.  The dull naseating
     ache in the pit of her young stomach melded with the other
     continuous agony she endured.  The raw elastic mouth of her cunt
     spasmed around the rythmic thrusts of his thick post as her
     torment continued.

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