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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.

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     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
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     {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.

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