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Subject: {ASSM} ASS} Vestal Whore: Communion of Degradation  Chap 41 {Toryu} (fM+ reluc interr oral anal nc/cons bdsm sad best pierc exhib fist inc)
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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.
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     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.

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     {ASS} Vestal Whore:  Communion of Degradation {Toryu} (fM+ reluc
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     Vestal Whore:  Communion of Degradation

     Chap 41

     The burst of 7.62mm rounds stitched across the chest of the young
     Lieutenant, three of the rounds passing through him in an
     explosion of crimson to embed themselves in the head of the young
     trooper walking behind him.  The crack of the rounds broke the
     early morning silence.  The Lieutenant unwisely walking point,
     slumped to the ground dead, never knowing he had led the platoon
     into a well laid "X" ambush.  The veteran sergeant walking drag,
     heard the signal shots that killed the Lieutenant, then was
     hammered to the ground by converging bursts from right and left.
     As he fell a round hit the back of his head, the shock wave
     through his liquefied brain matter exploding his eyes from their
     sockets.

     It was over in minutes, as leaderless, the young troopers huddled
     in clumps like sheep as the bandit's automatic weapons fire raked
     up and down the trail riddling the unresisting recruits.

     The in moments silence returned to the jungle.  Only the swish of
     the bandits moving through the brush broke the silence.  Soon
     the rustling of clothing and the clink of equipment could be
     heard as the dead were stripped of anything useful.  Silently the
     leader signaled his men and they returned to the jungle as
     wraithlike as they had come.

     The clotting blood that pooled on the trail soon attracted the
     creatures that lived on carrion.  The droning buzz of the blue
     flies intensified in the rising heat as they began to feast on
     the ruptured wet flesh of the corpses lining the trail.  The eyes
     of the young Lieutenant stared sightlessly at the rising sun.  It
     would be months before their remains were found.


     The ferrocar chugged persistently along the tracks.  Sandra
     Falwell had insisted on leaving Santa Cruz as early as she could.
     So the "Iron Car" a small gasoline driven car on rails that ran
     between the regular scheduled trains was her only alternative.
     She sat in the back seat and thought about the pending reunion
     with her father and sister.  She looked at the missionary trip as
     a lark, a vacation away from the smothering presence of her
     overbearing mother.  Her blue-gray eyes drifted to the vista
     outside the open window.  The tall mesa's clad in greenery were a
     surprise to her.  She wrinkled her pert freckle clad nose at the
     odor coming from the driver several seats in front of her, with a
     toss of her short red hair she dismissed it and her mind went on
     to other things.

     She wiggled her ample bottom on the plastic of the seat, her
     shorts clinging to her sweat wet skin.  Sandra was 2 years
     younger than her sister Rachel, her 5' 5' frame one measure of
     the difference.  She had always been jealous of her older
     sister's classic Nordic beauty, her's was of a different sort.
     Her beauty was more earth mother, all red hair and freckles.
     Just as attractive as her sister, her lips full, pert freckled
     nose, high cheeks and clear forehead.  Her small chin crowned a
     smooth jaw.  Her shorts revealed that at 16 she already had the
     full hips of a mature woman, topping two muscular freckled legs.
     Her freckled shoulders were as broad as her sister's.  Her
     sleeveless top showed that her freckled arms were just as sleek
     and firm.  The fabric of her top was filled out just as well as
     her sister's.  Her heavy pendulous breasts, the bane of her
     existence at school.  Her sister's breasts had always been full
     and firm, Sandra's heavy and pendulous.  Somehow she had always
     felt sloppy in a bikini next to her sister.  Her prematurely ripe
     body not the sleek athletic one her sister possessed.

     Sandra pushed the catty wish that maybe her sister's stay in the
     wilds of Bolivia had somehow reduced the beauty of which she was
     so jealous.

     Exotic thoughts drifted in and out of Sandra's head as the heat
     of the day, and the rhythmic clickety clack of the car over the
     rail joints lulled her to sleep.


     The cook's fat wife pulled Rachel along by her nose ring, the 18
     year old crawling as swiftly as her swaying swollen breasts would
     allow.  The woman had hobbled the young girl, connecting her
     ankles and wrists to one another with a length of cord, making it
     impossible for the teen to run, forcing her to shuffling along
     like some sort of pet.

     Esuela took sadistic delight in her humiliation of the young
     anglo slut.  Her beauty was a source of intense hatred on the
     part of the squat indian woman.  She smiled to herself as she
     quickened her pace pulling the struggling girl, her pitiful
     whimpers a source of satisfaction to the fat woman.  Esuela knew
     how the men had spent the night before.  She heard the groaning,
     the laughter.  She knew the kind of woman this one was.  She had
     seen the whores bells before.  Knew how the men talked and lusted
     after women such as her in the villages.

     "If she wanted to play the part of the bitch slut, she would have
     her chance."  Esuela thought as she neared the wooden enclosure.
     Sudden shuffling and barking erupted from behind the wooden
     slats.  Harsh words from the Bolivian woman quelled the barking
     but the dogs within congregated near the door in anticipation.
     The woman reached up with her free hand and loosened the twisted
     wire holding the gate closed.  When she opened the gate four
     large curs, paced a respectful distance from the opening.  Rachel
     looked into the filthy interior of the enclosure.  It's four foot
     high roof was made of wooden slats.  It was open to the weather
     except for a narrow box like structure along one side providing
     protection from the elements.  Several large ceramic bowls
     contained water, and hear and there a dirty blanket lay in a heap
     in the dirt.

     Rachel let out a piteous moan as Esuela pulled her by the nose
     ring toward the opening.

     "In you go, puta!"  she said with a sadistic laugh.  "Your new
     friends want to meet you I think!"

     The fat brown arm of the woman pulled Rachel into the enclosure
     as far as she could reach.  Releasing the ring, she quickly
     planted a wide sandaled foot on the naked ass of the crawling
     girl and shoved her into the enclosure.

     "U-u-u-u-u-h," was all the surprised girl said as she sprawled
     forward, the hobbling cords preventing her from catching herself.
     She landed on her pretty face, skidding across the hard packed
     earth.  A moan gurgled from her mouth as her weight fell on the
     taunt bags of her filled swollen breasts.  She rolled to her
     side, fine dust sticking to her perspiration.  She wallowed there
     afraid to move as the four dogs moved closer sniffing, towering
     over her as she lay.

     After a few minutes the dogs moved back to the far corner, away
     from the feces covered area near the door.

     Rachel rose and crawled to an area clear of filth and claimed a
     soiled blanket on which to lay.  She curled on her side, feeling
     the warmth of the sun on her skin through the overhead slats.
     She had no doubt that she deserved to be here.  She remembered
     back to the acts she had willingly performed for the men the
     night before.  How she had debased herself in exchange for
     pleasure.  Yes, she deserved this.

     Her mind wandered, thoughts of the soldier's return drifted
     through her mind, the sudden remembrance of the Sergeant's belt
     brought an almost painful throb to her neglected clitoris.  A
     scrabbling noise to her right made her look up and she saw the
     three cur pups wiggling through the wide spaced slats of the
     enclosure.  The sight of the three pups made her breath catch in
     her throat.  The burning of forbidden pleasure burned in the pit
     of her stomach.  Her blue eyes darted as if she was afraid
     someone would see.  A bitter laugh bubbled to lips, "As if they
     haven't seen me do worse."  she thought to herself.  Her small
     white teeth caught her full bottom lip in anticipation of relief
     from the dull ache of her swollen udders.

     "Yes, here you go," she said as she lifted the large heavy orb of
     her tightly bound right breast.  Her small hands sinking into
     it's meaty weight as she expressed large drops of milk from the
     elongated nipple capping the bluish mound, trying to entice the
     hungry mongrels.

     "O-h-h-h-h-h, that's right-t-t-t-t!"  she groaned as the largest
     pup latched onto the swollen reddish brown nipple that she
     offered.  Her clit buzzed as his sharp teeth sank into the
     swollen turgid flesh.  She felt the burning rush in her breast as
     the painfully swollen milk glands convulsed and their precious
     fluid fell as the pup voraciously sucked.  Mumbling eagerly she
     groped for her other painfully swollen gland and offered it to a
     second eager pup.

     Rachel lay on her back on the dirty blanket, the tight mounds of
     her breasts standing on her chest, held erect by the tight cords
     that circled the wide base of each breast.  The pups feasted at
     the fat swollen teats capping each blue veined breast as they
     separated heavily on her narrow ribcage.  She closed her eyes
     groaning and reveled in the feel of the sharp pinpricks at her
     elongated pierced nipples and the precious relief as her milk
     flowed.  The mongrels whined and shuffled lapping and sucking at
     the copious flow of milk that dribbled from their flews as they
     greedily fed at her swollen mammaries.

     She parted her thighs slightly in invitation to the third pup.
     The thick musk smell exuded from her damp labia, not only
     enticed the pup.  The four adult curs soon began to sniff the air
     as well.

     Rachel heard the shuffling from the far corner and pretended not
     to hear, concentrating on the pups.  The familiar sick excitement
     rose like from her groin to engulf her reason, forcing her to
     spread her thighs in unacknowledged welcome to the sniffing curs.
     Fleeting memories of the huge black Dane and his monstrous tool
     flitted in her mind.  She shook her head in mock denial, as her
     knees splayed and her slickened labia parted.  A hot thick cloud
     of musk rose from her damp leaking cunt.  The wet evidence of her
     greedy need mingled with the rank male emissions from the night
     before to form a disgusting odorous broth that belched forth a
     chemical signal to the curs.  The attractive 18 year old refused
     to accept the truth, pretending not to notice the approach of the
     largest of the curs.  His mangy hair a dark brown.  She averted
     her eyes as she parted her thighs and raised her bottom slightly.
     The sick excitement welled in her stomach as the pups gnawed and
     chewed at her fat nipples.  She heard the beast growl at the pup
     between her legs, and felt the large dog's ear brush the inside
     of her thigh as he dipped his nose to sniff at the thick slime
     that leaked from her abused hole.  Her fingers were curled into
     fists, knuckles white with anticipation, sparks flew from her
     nipples tingling her oversized clit from the pricks of the pups
     teeth.  Her clit exploded in obscene delight at the first touch
     of the big dogs tongue.  The young teen, grunted, her lean form
     shivering as the climax ran through her.  The sick feelings of
     filthy pleasure bubbled up as the brute lapped his tunneling
     tongue into her splayed cunt, lapping up the gruel of spent seed
     and vile need.

     Rachel lifted her ass from the packed dirt in her eagerness to
     give herself to her new bestial lover.  She levered her round ass
     up on sleek thighs, her tight cheeks dusted with dirt from the
     floor.  Her firm thighs splayed wider as the dog busily
     lapped his tongue from top to bottom between her firm cheeks and
     thick swollen slabs of her labia.  The click of the brass rings
     lining her labia was audible above her lust labored breathing as
     the dog's thick tongue wormed into every crease of her intimate
     flesh in search of her fragrant slime.

     In her lust, her blue eyes darted between the peaks of her
     quivering breasts and through the legs of the shuffling beast.
     Her mind refused to accept the true treasure for which she
     searched, feigning disinterest when her eyes saw the heavy blue
     gray tube of the dogs phallus hanging from its hairy sheath.
     Her heart leapt as her guts knotted in sick facination and her
     skin burned with obscene excitement at the sight of the heavy
     swaying canine dong.  Her blue eyes traced each detail with
     greedy eagerness.  The thick wet tube swung heavily beneath the
     belly of the beast.  A dribble a thin semen dripped from the tiny
     point projecting from the bottom edge of the red tinged blunt
     snout.  A web of dark red veins covered the slimy gray blue tube.
     Thicker at the snout the heavy swaying dong tapered toward the
     large bulge of hard flesh that was it's knot.  Her heart raced at
     the sight and size of the knot, still encased in the dong's
     retracted sheath, and swollen to it's full size.  Rachel knew
     that only the enclosed heat of her own greedy perverted sex would
     trigger that....

     Her mind rebelled at the hungry thoughts that rose like vile
     puss, a vomitus sea of filth that consumed her hungrily, fueling
     the rising flames of lust that colored her skin crimson, and sent
     a hot tingling tide rushing across her body.

     Her eyes refused to obey her screaming mind, the sight of the
     thick, wet, grayish tube, its surface seeming to writhe with red
     veins, hypnotized her as it its heavy weight swayed beneath the
     dog's belly.  Rachel ignored her mind's pleading as her back
     arched and the dog tunneled his wet tongue deeper into her
     weeping cunt.  The mindless brute lapped and licked at the girl's
     willing offering, his wet cold nose bumping against her swollen
     throbbing clit, sending shivers of delight radiating through her
     pale form.

     The large cur sniffed and licked, the scent of the girl's rich
     musk penetrating his dull brain.  His hairy muscular haunches
     quivered as he pushed his scarred muzzle between the splayed
     thighs of the young woman.  His ears perked at the girl's eager
     whimpers and he paused and raised his matted head to growl
     menacingly at the pups and the other dogs that had were closing
     in.  A quick snap of his head and the other curs backed away and
     the pups scatted a respectable distance.

     Rachel looked between the domed peaks of her bound breasts, the
     mauled spikes of her nipples glistened wetly with her milk and
     the pups saliva, at the beast that loomed dominatingly over her.
     Raised pulsing veins radiated away from the turgid knobs, thick
     and distorted by the teeth of the nursing curs.

     Her eyes rose and met the dark eyes of the large male cur, she
     shivered, and her clit throbbed, her belly knotting with obscene
     anticipation.  Her mind dredged up memories of the huge black
     dane, her womb pulled tight in her belly at the sick thoughts of
     the stretching and stuffed sensations of the vile bestial act.
     Her guts cramped as she remembered the thick crugel hammering
     against the sensitive stump of her cervix, the weight of the
     beast on her smooth back and the feel of the coarse hair of huge
     dog's belly against her tense buttocks.  She shuddered and
     came.....her filthy cunt flooded, a tell tale gleam of new
     wetness shown between the red lined lips of her sex.

     Barely able to tear her greedy eyes from the heavy swaying dong,
     the young teens body acted of it's own volition as she rolled
     slowly to her side, her ears tuned to the slightest growl of
     displeasure from her new master.  Her back and flanks were
     powdered with the dust from the packed dirt floor of the pen,
     scraps of cloth and hay hung in the fine hair of her unshaven
     legs.  Rolling to her side, the weighty swollen bags hanging from
     her chest settled heavily to the side, rolling in the dust as she
     carefully sought to rise to her hands and knees.  The desperate
     need that burned within her drove her to debase herself before
     the mindless brute looming over her, his flews dripping with
     foamy saliva mixed with the vile secretions from her own needy
     cunt.

     Her foot bumped the cur's front foreleg, bringing forth a warning
     growl as his scarred saliva flecked flew quivered revealing
     chipped yellow canines.  A whimper leaked from the girls mouth as
     she felt a hot knot of anticipation burn in her chest and rise
     slowly to her face.  Her tortured nipples burned and her pierced
     clit tingled.  The young teen forced herself to her hands and
     knees, her once pristine alabaster form striped and marred with
     the with the marks of days past.  The marks of the belt were
     visible through the dirt clinging to her flanks and her dull blue
     breasts.  The blotch of bruises left by hard demanding fingers
     and hands marked her sleek thighs now glimmering with vile
     wetness.  The encouraging imprint of more than one hand was still
     visible through the dust powdering her firm white buttocks.

     Rachel never raised her head from the dirt floor.  She merely
     raised her buttocks up on her firm thighs, keeping her head
     slavishly mated to the dirt floor, her muscular back rising
     upward in a graceful arc to the splayed cheeks of her ass.  Her
     swollen bovine breasts formed a pillow beneath her, her distorted
     nipples leaking puddles of wetness in the dust as the weight of
     her upper body expressed the white fluid.  She groaned, grinding
     the painful bags into the filth beneath her, the rings in her
     nipples catching and pulling as she scrubbed them into the hard
     dirt floor.

     Lost in the self abuse of her gyrations, her the splayed crevass
     of her raised buttocks waved invitingly before the muzzle of the
     mindless cur standing behind her.  The rank musty odor of the
     teen's well used cunt waffed to the dripping wet nostrils of the
     watching beast.  A low growl and the feel of the dog's wet nose
     between her splayed cheeks brought her back to the presence as a
     renewed thrill burned through her.  The hot feel of obscene
     defilement ran through her and a smile came to her abused lips.
     She was once more to commit the ultimate in loathful acts.  She
     had submitted to foul and arrant deeds with men, men she had
     willingly let use her as whore, slattern, trollop.  Her own flesh
     was a record of her hideous needs and the scurrilous acts she had
     so eagerly enjoyed.  But to lie prostrate before a mindless
     brute, to debase herself before a master of another species, this
     was the foulest depravity and the greatest pleasure she had yet
     experienced.  Her pale dust covered cheek moved with the smile
     that rent her pretty face at the thought.

     Her delicate nostrils blew puffs of dust from the hard packed
     floor as she wormed her arms beneath her her, the girth of her
     swollen breasts forcing her arms out the cords connecting to her
     wrists and ankles limiting her movements.

     The large cur stood behind her watching her grunting efforts, the
     dull brain behind his dark eyes uncomprehending of the irony of
     the heavy brass cross suspended from the creature's thick
     clitoris by a length of heavy chain.  His meager brain was awash
     with the heavy veil of musk that welled up from the females
     dripping labia.  The twin rows of dripping brass rings adorning
     the kneeling bitch's cunt held no interest for him, only the
     promise of procreation of his line interested him.

     The eager girl's hands appeared beneath her, winning the battle
     against the weighty bags of her abused tits.  Her fingers wiggled
     along her wet thighs like thick worms as she grunted with effort,
     reaching her labia to pull them further apart in invitation.

     The a wave of fresh musk burst in the cur's tiny brain, his front
     quarters lifted as his muscular rear legs skittered him forward,
     his loins crashing into the splayed buttocks of the eager young
     teen.

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