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{ASS} Vestal Whore: Communion of Degradation Chap 49-50 {Toryu} (fM+
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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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