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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.
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.
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