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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Vestal Whore:  Communion of Degradation Chap 43 {Toryu} (fM+ reluc abduct interr degrad oral anal nc/cons bdsm breast sad beast pierc exhib fist inc religion)
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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.

     {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


     Chap 43


     Sandra was amazed by the thickness of the jungle.  Her cloths
     were sticking to her as the stifling heat seemed to melt them to
     her freckled skin.  He view was limited to the broad back of the
     fat old Priest perched god like on the horse in front of her and
     the thick green vegetation that rose like a wall next to the
     narrow trail.  She noted that the Padre seemed not to notice the
     heat, despite the large dark sweat stain on his black cassock in
     the center of his back.  The young indian girl rode behind her on
     the narrow path.  She had been introduced simply as Maria, and
     looked pathetic.  The thin cotton dress she wore left little to
     the imagination.  Her brown aureoles were clearly visible
     through the thin fabric.  Sandra heard the tinkle, and by close
     inspection had concluded that the girl had bells hanging from her
     thick nipples.  She would have been the envy of every "gothic"
     gal she knew back at school.

     Sandra had been a little surprised that neither her father or
     sister had been to meet her.  After reassurances from the Priest
     she had agreed to go with him to the village where he said they
     would meet her.  "On the whole, quite an adventure."  she thought
     to herself.  "Wait till mom finds out where I am."  she giggled
     to herself as the horses plodded along in the heat.


     She ignored the pain in her knees as she raised her chest from
     the dirt floor to brace herself.  Her little fingers scrabbled in
     the dirt as she felt the hairy brute's knot stretching her
     dripping hole.  She had laid for a full thirty minutes
     luxuriating in the obscene feeling of the cur's cock and knot
     filling her clenching cunt.  The muscles of her quim had
     memorized every undulation, every detail of the twin hemispheres
     of the gorgeous lump of blood engorged canine flesh.  The reality
     of the act had sent her cunt on a continued orgy of spasms, the
     tender flesh rippling and clenching around the log like invader,
     unsure whether to expel it or embrace it for all time.  The
     depraved demon that was her clit assaulted her senses with climax
     after filthy climax, as if to bludgeon the remaining reason in
     her brain to jelly.  Her once articulate voice was reduced to the
     bestial grunts and moans of a bitch in heat as the she wallowed
     in the wanton depravity of her bestial domination.  Now his
     instinctual needs sated the cur was finished with her, an ocean of
     his seed filling her dilated womb, dammed up behind his shrinking
     knot.  Now half it's previous size, the cur was attempting to
     pull free.

     With a sickening wet sucking sound the grayish knot popped free,
     followed by a gush of liquid filth, a soup of their mingled
     fluids that streamed from the gaping mouth of her distended cunt,
     wetting the rings marking her for what she was.  The thick
     vileness decanted along the heavy chain suspended from her
     clitoris to drip luridly from the heavy cross that hung at its'
     end.  Rachel moaned as she looked back between her heavy hanging
     breasts as the liquid guilt pooled beneath her and shuddered as
     yet another black climax tingled along her nerves to rouse her
     polluted senses.

     The thick wet log of her master's cock swung heavily between his
     flanks as he walked away disinterested, his primal urge met.  The
     cur flopped to the dusty ground and began to clean himself as his
     human bitch knelt before him forgotten.

     The young anglo missionary, once a promising law student,
     daughter, knelt in the filthy kennel, her long slender thighs
     glistened with spent animal sperm and the depraved secretions of
     her defiled womb.  Her red streaked buttocks stood high and proud
     on the alabaster columns of her thighs.  The faint red welts and
     bruises of the previous days and fresh scratches from her recent
     lover's dew claws, giving her flesh the look of some exotic
     marble.  The lean moons of her buttocks separated by a wide
     chasm, revealing the ravaged flesh of her anus and the pierced
     lips of her labia.  The dripping mouth of her cunt gaped silently
     like some wordless guilty mouth, silent in the face of it's
     revealed depravity.  Beneath it, the master of her downfall, her
     glistening red cardinal of lust, her engorged clitoris.  It hung
     there pulsing, red and shiny with lust driven blood, it's flesh
     puckered around the thick ring piercing its base.  Beneath it,
     covered in the slime of her loathsome act, hung the heavy cross
     and chain, cloyed with the thick congealing filth of her hideous
     guilt, symbolic of her defiled self.

     Rachel's head hung slackly on her smooth neck, the tendrils of her
     matted filthy blond tresses her only modesty as they hung down to
     hide her wistfully smiling face.  A bead of sweat hung from the
     apex of her upper lip to drip to the powdery ground beneath her.
     Her slender muscular arms extended like miniature ivory legs,
     supporting her upper body.  The grotesque balloons that were her
     purplish swollen breasts, hung from her chest, fat nipples like
     chewed cigar butts, projecting wetly from the pebbly expanse of
     her thickened red aureoles.  Their weight pulled the skin of her
     ribcage taunt, her ribs standing our clearly beneath her pale
     skin.  The hemp cord circling each breast, stained with sweat and
     caked with dirt, cut deeply into the base of each heavy liquid
     filled bag of flesh.  The muscles and sinews of her back like the
     cables of a mighty bridge, stretched taunt, supporting the
     downward curve of her back till it rose majestically to join the
     brazen ivory globes of her buttocks.

     All shame forgotten in her emptiness, she knelt, alone, hollow.
     Her keepers forgotten, were exhausted from their voyeuristic
     driven coupling.

     A low moan rose in the silence, her soiled blond tresses shaking
     in denial even as her pale arms braced, and her sperm streaked
     thighs tensed to accept the weight of yet another shaggy bestial
     lover.


     Sandra was surprised by the serenity of the village.  It was not
     at all what she had expected on the long ride from the train
     station.  The sun was dipping beneath the horizon as they
     dismounted in the village square.

     "Come my child, I will show you to your place in the church."
     intoned the chocolate voice of the old Padre.  "Maria will see to
     your things."  he said with a nod to the indian girl.

     The pretty redhead followed the hulking form of the the old black
     priest toward the church.  The gaze of her green eyes flitted
     around the plaza as they walked in the gathering darkness.  Her
     pendulous breasts swayed and jiggled freely within her sleeveless
     blouse with each clump of her hiking boots.  The freckled legs
     beneath her tan shorts were stout and firm supporting a set of
     womanly hips.  The glint of her navel ring shone on her bare
     middrift.  As she walked her slim freckled arms swung
     energetically along her sides.  A small hand pushed her short red
     tresses behind her right ear as her pert freckled nose sniffed in
     an attempt to decipher the gumbo of smells from the village and
     surrounding jungle.

     The church door opened with a resonating creak, the sound
     resonating in the hollow sanctuary.  The Priest led her into the
     darkness of the church.  She followed his shadowy form willingly
     as he led her toward the rectory, their way lit by the flickering
     flame of a single candle.  The air of mystery caused the pretty
     young girl's skin to tingle.  Soon she would be reunited with her
     sister and father.  She had made the right decision to come here
     she thought as she stepped through the doorway into the rectory.

     She barely felt a wisp as the cord of the noose slip over her
     pretty head an instant before it drew taunt.  Her panicked eyes
     flew to the grinning face of the black priest as he stood just
     out of reach.  Her eyes blurred as her oxygen starved brain began
     to fog, her fingers digging at the thin cord cutting into her
     neck.  The pretty girl fought driven by mindless panic twisting
     and turning, thrashing at the end of the pole pressed tightly
     against her neck from which the noose extended.  Her clouding
     green eyes searched for the figure at the end of the pole in the
     dim light.  Her struggles drove her into the center of the room,
     dragging pole and handler behind her.  Before shadowy night
     descended over her eyes she saw the nightmarish face of an old
     oriental man, lifeless cruel eyes consuming her above the gnarled
     grin of crooked rotten teeth.

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