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Vestal Whore

      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:  godegesil@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.

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{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 60
 
The mindless thing rutted and humped against her abuser as if
competing to win some priceless reward.  A rivulet of blood dribbled
over her full bottom lip and down her chin.  The red liquid pooled
behind her lip and outlined each white tooth exposed in a rictus of a
smile.  The rich red blood welled up from around the large thick ring
piercing her pink tongue far enough down it's length that it prevented
her from closing her mouth.  The thick ring jerked and pulled against
the hook screwed firmly into the edge of the bar, with each
enthusiastic thrust of her wide fleshy hips.

"Uhhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh"  she groaned, each expelled breath marking a
brutal thrust of her hips against a stranger's invading cock.
Hattori, the old scabby Japanese, sat and sipped his drink through the
brown stumps of his rotting teeth.  His dark slitted eyes watched the
freckled ivory form of the young American teenager hump back against
the blue uniformed railroad worker.  She stood stooped from her narrow
waist, looking as thought she was held in place by her tongue nailed
to the dirty bar.  Her muscular legs were flexed slightly at the
knees, her slim ankles held apart by a length of wood fastened between
them.  Her round ample buttocks were thrust out to accept the man's
brown cock, the deep cleft between them glistened.  The girl's fat
breasts hung below her chest swinging and beating against one another
with the motion of her thrusts.   Her slim arms were drawn back behind
her looking like folded wings, wrapped in coarse rope.  The tortured
skin at her shoulder joints was a blue gray, matching that of her
small hands.

Hattori mused to himself as he watched the girl hump back against the
second of the two blue clothed strangers, eager to pleasure the him
and in doing, please Hattori as well.  He looked at the small bowl on
the bar near the girl's head and smiled at the sight of the growing
pile of Bolivianos.  Another stranger nodded in his direction as he
added his own small stack of bills to the bowl and returned to his
place to wait for his turn at the young American.

"Viejo hombre, no sé usted lo hizo, pero ella es una puta muy         
                                                     buena." the
sweating railroad worker said between gasping breaths.
He received a nod from his satisfied uniformed compatriot.

 "Yes, she had turned into a good whore", Hattori thought.  As to how
he had accomplished it, that would remain his secret.
 "¿Usted no es así que alto y poderoso ahora es usted, senorita?" the
railroad man said as he reach around the humping girl to capture one
of her heavy swinging breasts in his hand. His hand hefted the heavy
bag of flesh before his fingers began to squeeze and maul the fat
bruised orb.

"Yes, you are not so high an mighty as you were on the train!" he
thought to himself, squeezing the big freckled breast.  He wondered if
the fat red nipples tasted as good as they looked.  Too bad he
wouldn't have a chance to find out, he thought as he thrust his hips
forward meeting the girl's soft white buttocks as she eagerly thrust
back at him. The long line of men behind him might become impatient.

The old Japanese's black slanted eyes watched as the blue uniformed
stranger grasped the girl's wide thrusting hips as she rode his fat
brown cock. "So the two men had met the girl on the train.  How sweet
it must be for them, to sample her charms after no doubt pleasuring
themselves to her memory."

As the old man watched, the girl's pale skin took on a pink hue, not
from building pleasure, but from exertion as she worked her bottom
back and forth along the rigid prong that protruded from the man's
fly.  If the young girl felt the bite of the man's zipper along the
lips of her open vulva she never showed it.  The young girl's gaping
vulva gobbled the thick cock like some red bearded Scotsman,
swallowing the rigid brown spear over and over again, the tight soft
inner flesh clinging to the veiny shaft each time she rocked her hips
forward lubricated by the slime of the previous man's sperm.

The dull ache in her ravage bottom increased as the thick stump of 
the man's cock swelled with his coming orgasm.  The mindless slut
humped harder trying to satisfy the thick stem invading her bottom. 
She barely felt the man's hands digging into the fat finger marked
pillows of her sensitive breasts as his cock began to spew it's foul
filth into her clasping womb to mingle with the other bastard sperm
that wriggled there.

The young girl rutted and humped against the man's trembling thighs
riding out his fountaining climax.  She felt the throbbing
contractions as his fleshy spout spit out it's viscous soothing
nectar, lubricating the passage of the male prong she so desperately
sought to please.

The pale freckled redhead hung from the bar by her pierced tongue,
pumping her plump branded bottom against the stranger as he spewed out
the sludgy bottoms of his empty balls. The bound girl rolled her green
eyes in the direction of the old Asian man, and they welled with tears
of gratitude and relief as their eyes met and his thin lips curled in
a faint smile.  The dull throb in her shoulders was forgotten for a
second, replaced by a warm comforting sensation almost alien to the
tortured wretch she had become. Her lips pulled back in the bloody
parody of a smile, the crimson from her bleeding tongue that stained
her teeth a fashionable match to her redhead. Basking in the brief
moment, she was unaware as the railroad worker stepped away, his brown
cock deflated, only to have another faceless man step up to the white
marble arch of her welcoming thighs, shading the gaping vestibule to
her debauched womb.

"Déme algo para limpiar este lío." a voice sounded from behind her,
and the bar tender threw a soiled rag to the man. It was then she was
aware of the haunting emptiness  between her legs.  A groan leaked
past her bloodied lips as she felt the roughness of the dirty rag as
the man swabbed at the clinging strings of clotted sperm that drooled
from her raw bottom and matted her red pubes.

Her wretched heart lifted as she felt the swollen knob of the
stranger's cock slick up and down the groove of her swollen sex as he
probed for the mouth of her tight sex.  She lifted her eyes to the old
Asian with relief as she felt the stranger's warm rod slide home
filling the hollow emptiness in her clutching bottom.  The cool air
against her wet vulva replaced by the rough touch of the man's dirty
work cloths as he ground his thighs and hips against the plump cushion
of her buttocks.  The Bolivian peasant stood for an instant,
luxuriating in the warm flesh of the young redhead as it caressed his
swollen scabby cock.  The peasant turned his pock marked face to the
old Asian and nodded with appreciation as he slowly rocked his hips.

 "Muy buen" is all he said through the long greasy moustache that
screened a mouth full of decayed brown stumps.  He turned his head and
spit a stream of brown tinted saliva, then slowly continued chewing
the wad of coca leaf that bulged his cheek. After years of work in the
jungle with only the diseased camp whores with cunts as big as
cathedrals! A young pale skinned Anglo whore! And so eager! He didn't
think about the binding's on her arm's or the abomination in her
tongue. Such things were not his concern.  God had decided to punish
her, and in doing reward him!  His black eyes widened behind his
greasy black bangs, as he watched the pale freckled mounds of the
young puta's buttocks began to rise and fall as her muscular legs
began to match his slowly pumping hips.  He caught glimpses of her
heavy red tipped breasts as they swung from side to side with the
movement of her torso. His eyes caught the black wound on her tight
buttocks and he ran a dirty fingertip along the intricate lines of the
kanji burned into her flesh.  He shook his head and put it out of his
mind and began to thrust into the eager whore with earnest.

Hattori watched the as she welcomed the no doubt diseased cock of the
next man.  He shrugged, weren't most putas diseased?  He cared little
for the lump of flesh that looked at him so eager to please.  She was
no more than a dog.  He smiled as he watched the mindless thing take
the fleshy spear of the  pock marked young man.  His eyes surveyed the
room, ten, maybe twelve more waited to use the girl.  It would be a
profitable night.





Genevieve whimpered cowering naked on the bed as the burly man climbed
off her  and offered her his dripping cock.  "Show me how much you
liked it whore!" he said his voice heavy with menace.  With a whimper
she scuttled to the edge of the bed and quickly reached for the soiled
tube of male flesh.  She dipped her blonde head, opening her  battered
mouth as she did so and lovingly pressed her swollen lips against the
dripping crown of the thug's cock.  Tears began to well in her eyes as
she began to eagerly lap and suck the man's filthy cock like a common
whore.  The man's watching companion laughed.  "She can't get enough!"
his voice mocking her. The man pulled his brown cock out of her
sucking mouth with a liquid pop.

"Vamos!" the burly man said motioning to the door.

Genevieve sat on the edge of the bed and sobbed as she watched the two
men open the door and step into the dark. She raised a hand to her
swollen lip touching the cut in front of the two vacant tooth sockets.
She dabbed at a thick string of congealed sperm mixed with the blood
that looped down her bruised chin.  An involuntary shiver coursed
through her as the reality of the situation settled in the pit of her
stomach to mingle with the warm puddle of sperm that she had gulped
down like a gluttonous whore.  She lunged to the side as her guts
knotted and she vomited against the wall.  She shuddered and sobbed as
she sat in the dark her once perfectly coiffed hair matted with sweat
and streaked with errant ribbons of clotted sperm. With a sudden
thought she scuttled along the floor until she found the two precious
white pearls.  Sitting on the bed, she cupped the two teeth in her
small sperm stained hand and rocked back and forth like a demented
caged beast.  Her body ached.  Her silicon perfect breasts from the
squeezing and pulling of demanding hands, the tender flesh of her
vagina chaffed and swollen from the hard male flesh she had been
forced to accept.  Her face burned with embarrassment and panic as she
felt the warm slickness of the men's mingled sperm as it leaked from
her violated anus and cunt.  She tried to erase the memory of the last
several hours from her mind, like the vomit had erased the pungent
taste of the man's soiled cock from her mouth, but she couldn't.  The
feeling of abject helplessness overwhelmed her and she cried, her hand
clutching the pathetic fragments of her beauty, symbolic of her former
life.

The two men walked toward the lit table, nodded to the Inspector and
walked to the darkened waiting car.

"Muy bien.  She is ready for you gentlemen.  So enjoy."  He said
standing up.  "Salude" he said raising his glass and draining the last
of it.  " I shall see you mañana."  He said with a slight mocking bow
and disappeared into the darkness away from the table.

"Sh-i-i-i-i-t!,"  the big black grunted finally as he sat watching the
mustachioed man.  "What do you think?"

The mustachioed man raised his glass examining the amber colored
liquor in the lamp light.  A slight grin touched the corners of his
mouth.  "What do I think?" he said absently.
"I think I'm going to get me some high class pussy before the
Inspector's friends wear it out!" he said as his eyes narrowed to
match his evil grin. They stood and walked toward the waiting door,
their footsteps echoing in the quiet courtyard.

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