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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 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 49-50 {Toryu} (fM+ reluc interr degrad oral anal nc/cons bdsm breast sad beast pierc exhib fist inc religion) Chapter 49 She brushed back the errant strands of blond hair with an annoyed flick of her perfectly manicured hand. The scarlet red of her nails matched the gloss on the perfect bow of her lips. The tall woman let out a sigh through her pursed lips as she stood on the dirty platform, her eyes looking down the rails for the late train. The American stood out in the milling crowd of indians and mestizos. The tan safari outfit they had sold her at Neiman Marcus was beginning to show the stains of sweat as she stood in the sweltering heat. Genevieve Falwell gritted her dainty teeth in frustration and cursed first her prickless ex-husband and then her daughter for the necessity of her being here. She seethed as she thought of Sandra her youngest daughter and how she had run off on a lark to find her father. He was out saving the heathen world from damnation, with her oldest Rachel in tow. "The prickless bastard and stupid slut!" she though. "Now he had lured Sandra, her youngest to join his senseless mission too!" She tapped her fashionable hiking boot in impatience as she raised a manicured index finger to the side of her perfect Morgan Fairchild nose catching a bead of perspiration before it had a chance to drip. She sighed again heavily causing her large breasts to rise and fall beneath her khaki shirt. Genevieve was the culmination of perfection, that is all the perfection money could buy and modern cosmetic surgery could provide. In fairness, she had always been a very attractive woman, only advancing years and vanity had made her go under the knife. Strands of highlighted auburn hair stuck to her clear damp forehead. A pert nose separated aqua eyes that could impale a man and stop him dead in his tracks or bid him hither and drive him to flaming lust. Her high cheeks accentuated the curving line of her jaw, and the plump luscious lips could split into a welcoming smile or wilt a man with a blood curdling sneer. The tailored khakis disguised her figure but little. The mature former model's hour glass figure was obvious. The wide shoulders narrowed to a small waist, and swelled to rounded hips. The expanse of her chest filled the khaki top to bursting, the under wire supported shelf of flesh dropping away to a flat stomach that curved gracefully to a narrow plain between her thighs. Her long legs, tanned and sleek, were bare from mid thigh to the tops of her socks, the product of hours on the tennis court. An annoyed smile touched her lips when she heard the distant whistle from somewhere down the tracks. "At last!" she thought as she turned to retrieve her backpack and carry-a ll.. Unseen brown eyes followed her every move as she shouldered her bags. The short brown man in the sweat stained cloths watched a while longer before bulling ahead of several people waiting at the ticket window. He flicked open his bi-fold to reveal the gleaming gold shield of the Policia Especial Bolivianos. "Rapidamente, d nde va la mujer americana?" he growled. The cowed clerk stuttered that she had bought a ticket for Robore, and asked about accomodations there. "Tres boletos entonces, para Robore." he said. "Bueno, gracias." he sniffed, wiping a thick brown finger across the thick black moustache that covered his lip. He turned, his eyes boring into the woman, undressing her as she stood. "H-u-h" he grunted with appreciation as he turned to gesture to two other similarly dressed men. They quickly put out the cigarettes they had been smoking and hurried over to the Inspector. "Si Senor, que es sus ordenes?" the tallest said with a deferential nod. "We will be going to Robore to investigate allegations of smuggling." he said matter of factly as he handed them each a ticket. "As you know, we turn a blind eye to los campesinos bringing in the odd television or stereo from Corumba across the border. However, we have word that criminales and los druggas are bringing in large quantities of goods. We shall observe for ourselves and report to the govenor militar local in Robore. He paused. "That is if he is not involved." The wail of the approaching trained drew their attention as the people on the platform seemed to move as one. His dark malevolent eyes sought and found the tall American woman and his thick lips drew back in a tense smile. "Veremos lo que veremos." he said aloud. "We shall see, what we shall see." The old man's cock throbbed as he pulled the pale pink form of the young American girl across the table. Her vacuous eyes stared and she grunted as she was pulled forward till her bound body was centered on the coarse wood. Her ankles waved helplessly in the fetid air of the room still hobbled by the bamboo spreader bar. She groaned as the split bamboo pinching her distended nipples, red almost to bleeding, were mashed beneath her swollen breasts by the weight of her bound torso. Hatori felt his cock surge from his feeling of power as he looked at the young girl lying on the table. Her red head was drawn back by the tight cord strung between her nasal tines and her bound arms. A few words to his imbecile son and the girls head was locked in the boys muscular hands. The old man's hands trembled with excitement as he pried the unresisting girl's mouth open and gripped her wet tongue with the dirty cloth he held in his bony fingers. The old pervert's cock swelled at the sound of the pretty pink girl's squeals as he pulled the pink lingual digit out as far as he could. While his imbicilic son giggled, his nimble left hand slid the tongue clamp, formed by the two halves of a length of bamboo, over the squirming worm of the piteous girl's tongue. When he stepped back the clamp securely gripped her tongue the twin edges of each half digging into the wet flesh. It looked like a bridle of sorts, extending past the corner of her mouth and shoved back into the hinge of her jaw. The old man's cock surged again as he looked at the girl's distorted face, reminded of the guardian dog statues used to scare away evil spirits at home, kneeling, tongues extended from a snarling mouth. He snarled a word to the boy as his wizen form waddled to the hearth in the adjoining room, the heavy meat of his cock swaying between his bony legs. He quickly returned. The pretty pink girl's red head began to thrash in the strong grip of the boy's hand as her green eyes saw the glowing skewer in gripped in the old Asian's hand. "Hokay, hokay, my prittee, I make quick. We makee you my animal favorito, how you say, my pet? You belong to Hattori now. You see you be velly happeee. He gripped the girl's extended tongue with a cloth gripped in black nailed fingers, as the other hand guided the smoking skewer to the center of her plump pink tongue. The boy's arms flexed at the sound of sizzling flesh. A high wailing moan tore from deep in Sandra's throat as the sizzling metal bore through her tongue in a cloud of greasy steam. She gurgled in pain as the tip ate through the center of the fat pink slug just in front of the septum beneath. Hattori smiled as he ran the hot length of the skewer back and forth in the hole cauterizing and enlarging it as the did so. His cock throbbed with each jerk and twitch of the girl's futile struggles. The greasy steam abated and the metal cooled, quenched by the melting flesh of the girl's tongue. The skewer clattered to the floor, dropped by the old man as he waddled back between the girl's splayed legs. "You can finish, my son. Fix the ring in place, while I pleasure my new pet." he chortled as he slicked the warty knob of his swollen cock between the sperm greased slabs of the girl's pink labia. A satisfied groan rumbled in his throat as he sank the length of his yellow cock into her splayed young cunt. As ordered the young boy slid a thick brass ring in the hole piercing the young teenage girl's tongue. Pliers in strong young hands crimped the ring closed as the hunched bony figure of the old yellow man labored in the pale notch of the bound American teens thighs. The Padre could smell the stench before he saw the cause. "Madre di Dios!" he said as the horse rounded the narrow trail and he saw the first moldering corpse. The heavy air droned with fat flies as first one then another of the mounds of dead flesh came into view. The bodies, stripped of anything useful by the rebels were now only stinking greasy piles of writhing maggots. The old Padre crossed himself and traced the sign of the cross in the air as a pitiful benediction to the dead soldiers. Their "souls" long departed, replaced by the stinking cloud from their rotted earthly remains that hung heavy in the air. Maria covered her mouth with the hem of her thin dirty dress, recently stained with the black Padre's sperm as it dribbled from the splayed lips of her well used young cunt. The Padre coughed as the thick cloying cloud of rot hung in the humid air, invading his mumbling mouth. As he gave an impatient wave of his arm as he nudged the horse forward. The young indian girl followed, her plump breasts jiggling and woggling beneath her loose dress to the tinkling of her whore's bells as her horse hurried along. The old Padre could feel the bile rise in his throat as they passed the piles of rotting humanity that lined the trail. The clack of the train along the tracks lulled the passengers in the crowded passenger car. Genevieve sat at the window, her gaze watching the hills in the distance. She never noticed the man lean close to the ear of the woman sitting next to her. A few whispered words and the indian woman gathered her things and disappeared insearch of another seat. The Inspector's leering eyes crawled over the exposed rounded flesh of the American woman's exposed cleavage. He already felt the tendrils of possessiveness weeding their way into his twisted mind. "Disp nseme se ora, es usted de los estados unidos?" he said. He smiled with satisfaction as the woman jumped at the unexpected sound of his voice. "What?, I mean, Soy arrepentido que yo no hablo el espa ol. Do you under stand?" she said in a nervous voice. "Oh, yes, I understand." he said with a chuckle. "I understand English perfectly." His greasy lips split in a smile at the attractive woman's nervousness. He knew that the hunter must establish his dominance over his prey from the start or it was not much of a hunt. "What happened to the lady that was sitting there?" she said bewildered and angry that she had lost her buffer. "Oh, the Senora asked to change seats to closer to a member of her family." he said with a sincere smile. "If my presence bothers you I will move...." "No, no that's okay. I was only startled, you know...not expecting someone else." she said a faint smile turning her red lips. "You are a long way from home, no? Joining your husband, I suspect, our country is full of oil men from the Stados Unidos." he said already having noticed the empty ring finger. "No, I am looking for my daughter. She came down her for a visit without telling me. Teenagers!" she said with her best attempt at an exasperated smile. The attractive woman's mind already calculating how she could use her new acquaintance. 'yes I am far from home. I will be staying in Robore until I can locate her." she said turning toward the dark man, aligning her ample cleavage with his gaze. "I too will be staying in Robore! Maybe I can be of service to you. My name is Alfredo Torquemada." he said extending his hand. "Nice to meet you, I am Genevieve Falwell." she said with a plastic smile as she shook hands with the spider. Chapter 50 Steve Falwell laid naked crosswise on the bed leaning against the wall, bare legs splayed. He felt a bead of sweat run down his spine as he lay in the stifling hut. He watched as Roselita helped the other indian girl out of her simple dress. His cock twitched as his eyes devoured the flawless brown flesh of the two naked teenage girls. They giggled as Roselita took the other 17 year old's hand and led her to the the bed. Falwell's eyes etched the image of the two teens in his brain. The innocent angelic faces framed by long thick black tresses, dark eyes behind which flickered the unbridled lust of pagan wantons. The The firm fat breasts, jutting out from the brown expanse of their chests, the raspberry like nipples set in the dark chocolate aureoles. He licked his lips as his eyes traveled across the soft plains of their stomachs, to the rounded hips and strong thighs. His breath caught as his eyes saw the glistening of dew along the fleshy tongue of labia hidden in the thick thatch of black pubic hair. His mind reeled as his nostrils caught the unmistakable musk of female arousal. I came to him like a thick rich cloud he could taste saturating his senses. Roselita extended a smooth brown arm as she squirmed close to his left hip, and wrapped her small fingers around his swollen white cock and hold it erect. Falwell felt a pang of guilt lance his heart as he watched the young teen extend her maroon tongue and lick the soaring column of flesh from root to tip like a youngster would lick an ice cream. Other small brown hands joined the first as another warm brown form curled against his right hip to nuzzle and lick as his hardened staff. Roselita giggled as she offered the upraised cock to the other and dipped her head to lick and suck at his churning balls. The newcomer eagerly took the weeping head of his cock into her small mouth and suckled her tongue a busy blur. A gurgle rumbled in Falwell's throat and his eyes swam as the two warm set mouths worked their magic. His large hands traced the curves of the two girl's smooth hips and dipped into the wet crevass between their sleek thighs. He felt the hot slickness of their excited cunts as it coated his probing fingers. In his swimming eyes their giggling and squirming forms blurred and paled, smooth brown becoming ivory white, glossy black became flax yellow and red. His smoldering guilt belched into flame as green eyes in the freckled face met his. Rachel's plump red lips rode up and down his fat cock as her smiling eyes bored in to his silently saying, ""Oh, thank you, thank you, daddy." His mind bubbled with guilt as his panicked eyes dropped to the mass of flaxen hair spread across his thighs. He felt the warm soft lips and tongue rooting and nuzzling his balls stoking the boiling sperm within. "A-h-h-h-h, yes. That's daddy's good little Sandra. That's right, just like daddy showed you. That's a good girl, suck daddy's balls." he mumbled, the words spilling over the damn of guilt he had erected so long ago to hold back the vile thoughts that filled his mind when he gazed on his daughters. The two girl's giggled at the words they did not understand, their brown eyes searched his lust etched face for approval and found it. Their smiling faces dipped and they redoubled their efforts as his fat fingers probed and stretched their dripping cunts. Falwell squirmed his wet fingers in the hot slick confines of his daughters vaginas. He watched his cock surge in Rachel's stretched mouth as he played with the fleshy stumps to their young cervixes. He greedily forced yet another fat finger into the elastic mouths of their hungry bottoms churning and twisting them in the dripping wetness. Black guilt seeped into his soul like a foul virus carried along by the overwhelming input of his senses. He felt the tangle of matted sodden hair beneath his palms, the slickness coating his fingers, the hot sucking wetness around his cock, and churning balls. The smell of rich ripe musk filled his nose as his young daughters groveled and squirmed to please daddy. Sperm boiled in his balls as he watched the red and yellow heads bob up and down in sinful depravity all for his pleasure. No reason, no self delusion could disguise the corrosive cankers that covered his soul. The writhing blotches ate away at the facade revealing the black scurrilous truth beneath. "Y-e-e-s-s-s-s, suck it, suck daddy's cock!!" he moaned as his throbbing rod spat out a wad after wad of thick hot seed. "Yes, that's it, eat daddy's sperm, eat it! That's right, be good little sluts for daddy. You know you..uh-h-h...always wanted to be...u-h-h...always needed to be...u-h-h...to please daddy!!" The two young women giggled as their pagan tongues flicked and cum stained lips sucked in hungry competition. Their bright lustful eyes shown from glistening sperm slick faces. White streamers of gooey filth vomited from the snout of the thick cock to rain down like thick wet ropes across their upturned eager faces. Rachel grunted as Esuela led her from the dog pen, a dirty finger hooked in the ring in the young American teen's nose. The blond haired young woman struggled to stand. "No!" the fat woman screeched as she sent a vicious kick into the girls thigh. "A dog slut like you cannot stand like a decent woman! You will walk as a dog. What if your many lovers want to use you? You must think of them!!" she laughed as Rachel's leg buckled sending her her back to her knees. The Bolivian woman once again grabbed the ring and started down the dirt trail that led to the nearby creek, pulling the white missionary girl behind her. "Come along my little perro slut. It is time for you to clean yourself, you pig!!" the fat cook's wife spat. Rachel struggled to keep up as she crawled along on her hands and knees. Her fat swollen breasts swayed beneath her chest, woggling back and forth their liquid load stretching the fat bags till the bells hanging from her pierced nipples dragged the ground. Rachel could hear the pups yapping and yelping as they ran along her flanks ducking beneath her belly dodging between her prancing arms to nip at her distorted fat teats to feed. She felt hot shame color her face as she arched her back to raise her swaying breasts to give the pups a better chance. Her clit throbbed when she felt the needle like teeth of one lucky pup lock on the fat swollen finger of a dripping nipple. Her pussy cramped as she felt the new crisp pain in her breast as she dragged the nursing pup along. The depravity of the scene and her own willing humiliation made her womb pull tight in her belly and her pale skin burn and flush. A smile came to her pretty face as she felt the guilty squirt of lube dribble down the stretched mouth of her filthy cunt. The drops of guilty filth mixed with the dried crust of canine sperm that coated her bottom like a layer of paste. The pain in her knees and the tugging of her heavy swollen breasts caused her pierced clit to tingle anew. Pleasure and pain lanced through her simultaneously as the heavy cross dangling from the angry red digit of her thick clit caught on vegetation as it swung to and fro beneath her pumping thighs. She paused for a second as a filthy climax rooted in her guts only to be jerked painfully forward by the finger in her nose ring. She waddled along till they reached the edge of the creek. Rachel paused in confusion as Esuela walked behind her. "It is time for you clean yourself you filthy pig!" the fat woman said. Rachel's turn of the head was cut short as the fat woman sent a hard kick into her exposed wet cunt. Rachel felt the hardness of the woman's shoe sink into the tender flesh of her upturned bottom. The hard leather drove into the turgid finger of her pierced clit propelling her over the bank. Her hands scrabbled for footing in the thin air as a climax exploded in her brain and her head plunged into the dark water. Her mind was a void filled with the pain. The piercing pain in her violated tongue cut through the throbbing in her shoulders and abused cunt. No rational thought visited her once active mind as a dulling cloud had mercifully decended on her. Only an occasional grunt had issued from her defiled mouth as the old oriental pervert emptied his vile and hateful lust into her young cunt. Hattori squealed with relief as his withered balls pumped stream after viscous stream of yellow puscuous sperm into the young red headed teen's womb. Finished he stood on shaky legs as his deflating cock slipped worm like from between the wet lips of the young American's quim. He snickered as the sight as his rancid seed dribbled from the weeping slit to dirty the fine red pubes that graced the girl's plump mons. Breath rasped in his diseased lungs as he ordered his imbecile son to remove the clamp from the girl's freshly pierced tongue. The old man stepped from between her splayed white legs and grasping a hand full of red hair as the boy fumbled with the split bamboo that imprisoned the girl's tongue. The old Japanese felt his cock twitch as he gazed on the young tear stained face. He knew the young American saw little and felt less. He smiled at the sight of the distorted freckled face, the twin nasal tines pulling her small nose harshly back. As his son removed the clamp her tongue retracted back into her gaping mouth only to stop when the large ring clacked into her small white teeth. The imbedded in the center of her tongue, the ring was large enough to prevent the poor unfortunate from speaking. The pink flesh surrounding the piercing was charred where the hot skewer had pierced and cauterized the sensitive flesh. The old Japanese watched for a moment as his son shimmied from his pantaloons and amused himself by rubbing his oversized cock across the unresisting girl's upturned face. Only a pitiful whimper came from the tortured girl's throat. Hattori smiled at the thought of the bestial state he had reduced the young vibrant woman to in only a few days. He walked around the girl trailing his bony fingers across the smooth pale skin. His hand slowly drew across the plump mound of the girl's flawless buttock. The dirty fingers and cracked nails of his hand contrasted against the milky freckled skin like a maggot on a white rose. His black eyes seemed shine like lumps of lustrous coal as he waddled toward the adjacent room and the flickering hearth. "Tahio! "Hold the girl down as we practiced." he said without turning. The large boy giggled as he pushed her torso back onto the table and climbed up and straddled the unresisting girl. He squatted trapping the girl's head beneath his muscular buttocks. Reaching forward he grabbed the arms bound behind her and pulled them toward him, using her own arms as a lever to drive her torso into the table beneath him. "A-a-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h, h-a-a-a-a-a-h, h-a-a-a-a-a-h!!" the teen cried as one agony surpassed another, as her arms threatened to pop from their sockets. "Good, my son, good!!" the old man said with fatherly pride as he waddled back into the room, his way lit by the glowing iron grasped in his hand. The black iron glowed red in the dim light, the kanji symbolizing his clan popped and and crackled as beads of sweat dripped from his excited face. The old man felt his cock thicken as he neared the helpless form with the hot iron. Only a few women had he branded in such a way, and never a white woman. He walked to a place behind and between Sandra's pale freckled legs. The old man had forgotten the power of true ownership, it coursed through him now, and inflamed his diseased cock. He felt young again as he planted a foot firmly on the spreader bar tied to the young American's ankles. The old man breathed deeply smelling the rich aroma of the girl's splayed sex. He fixed his eyes on the quivering mound of her right flawless buttock and sighed. A swift and deliberate movement of his right hand brought the glowing red iron flush upon the pale quivering mound. The skin sizzled and popped at the touch of the hot iron. A ragged muffled shriek tore from Sandra's tortured throat. Her trapped body thrashed and jerked in agony as the old man bore down on the hot iron as it melted into the fatty tissue of her taunt buttock. Steam and oily smoke rose from the hissing iron as it ate it's way into the flesh of the trapped girl. The old man felt a rapture at the act as his ownership became inviolate. The girl's life passed truly and inexorably into his hands. He sighed as his erect yellow cock began to spew thick wads of corrupt seed, the dregs of his withered balls, on the backs of the helpless girl's thighs. The obscene hissing began faded as he withdrew the iron from the new brand. The imprint of his clan's kanji was clearly burned into the flesh of the girl. His bony fingers dipped into the a jar of salve and smeared the soothing balm across the livid burn. He smiled with satisfaction as his fingers played across the emblem, as broad as his palm and as deep as his little finger was wide. He grinned at his son and nodded. The boy jabbered his idiocy as he leapt from the table and scurried to replace his father between the sobbing girl's legs. The boy continued to jabber and babble as he centered his thick swollen rod between the girl's newly scarred buttocks and pushed his demanding crudgel against the meager resistance of the teenage girl's sphincter. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+