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{ASS} Vestal Whore: Communion of Degradation Chap {Toryu} (fM+
reluc interr degrad oral anal nc/cons bdsm breast sad beast pierc
exhib fist inc religion)
Vestal Whore: Communion of Degradation
Chapter 51
The blackness swirled around Rachel her arms seemed to move in
slow motion as her mind fought to clear itself as her orgasm
shuddered through her. The air was filled with the evil laughter
of the fat cook's wife as the young woman's head broke the
surface of the dark green water.
"Clean yourself, you filth sow!" the fat woman yelled at the
sputtering face of the young American. "Clean yourself quickly,
slut before los caimanes find you, yes there are alligators in
the river!" she said with a cackle.
Rachel pushed herself close to the bank and began to scrub at the
accumulated filth that caked her white skin. The cool water
soothed her raw knees and sore swollen breasts. Looking around
her nervously she scrubbed her hands over her flesh to loosen the
accumulated mixture of dirt and dog sperm that covered her thighs
and crotch. Her fingers touched against the swollen digit of her
pierced clit and she felt the burning desire rise in her yet
again. Like a demented siren song it called to her and drowned
out thoughts of danger in her brain. Her left hand snaked
between her trembling thighs to torment the projecting stump of
nerves. Her right hand circled around to scrub at the scurrilous
cleft between her plump cheeks. She licked her pink tongue
nervously at the ring hanging from her septum that lay upon her
upper lip. She dropped her head, her guilty blue eyes hidden
behind hanging strands of wet blond hair. She grunted as she dug
a long slender finger into her stretched anus as her other hand
plunged its twin into her gaping cunt. Beneath the water her
busy thumb strummed and plucked at the grotesquely swollen figure
of her clitoris, pulling and yanking at the thick ring piercing
its base. Her splayed bent knees were seemingly hidden from the
gaze of the fat Bolivian woman.
"Yes, you filthy puta, finger yourself. You cannot get enough,
eh?", Esuela said to the young woman lost in her self defilement.
Genevieve Falwell stood under the tepid water of the shower as it
washed the accumulated salt and dust from her shapely form. Her
eyes cast a furtive glance toward the door of the washroom. The
town of Robore's best accommodations was a pension that consisted
of small rooms that opened on a tree lined courtyard. She had to
share a washroom and toilet room with the other guests. While
there was a lock on the door it only amounted to a flimsy hook.
She felt a mixture of satisfaction and annoyance at the memory of
the looks she had gotten from the four men. They sat at a table
in the tiled portion of the courtyard that served as restaurant
and recreation area for the guests. In the gathering dusk of the
evening their collective eyes had followed her every step from
her room to the shower even when the proprietor had arrived at
table side with four new cold cervesas. The appreciative laughs
and comments followed her behind the closed door and her nipples
puckered with excitement and pride.
Reaching up she turned off the water being careful not to touch
the bare wires that ran current to the heating coil at the
shower's head. "The brazilian electrocution device", she had
been told. Standing wet and naked with electrical current only
inches away from a stream of water did not seem safe to her. She
toweled off and turned to admire herself in the cracked mirror
above the filthy sink.
She smiled to herself as she ran her hands under her prominent
long nippled breasts. "They were just as large and firm as that
slut Rachel's!" she thought to herself, forgetting to mention
the surgery it took to make them so. Her long slender fingers
slid across the flat stomach, "No stretch marks there." she
thought, "Even after two kids!"
Her tight buttocks were a tribute to the surgeons knife, but the
long sleek thighs were all hers. The tight thatch of blond hair
above her fleshy labia was showing need of a trim and wax. She
sighed and shivered as she remembered the man on the train. He
seemed nice enough but it angered her that she might have
overplayed her hand.
"Men are all alike." she thought, "They think with their cocks."
She shivered again as she remembered how his dark eyes had slid
slug like over the curves of her proffered cleavage. "Well it
had gotten her a ride in a government car from the station to
here." she reminded herself.
Pulling on a shear robe, she glanced in the mirror to admire how
it clung to her every curve. She bundled her cloths in her bag
and opened the door. Her lips took on a seductive smile as she
marched into the courtyard assuming the role she was so good at
playing.
Her sandaled feet took her toward the table of men.
"Excuse me, are you Americans?" she cooed.
"Born and bred!" a young voice answered with a touch of drawl.
"Yeah, we are down her doing some work for an oil company. Never
expected to see an unaccompanied American woman here!" the
mustachioed leader of the party said.
All eyes turned toward her as she stepped into the light. She
could see the men were playing cards and drinking. Rum it looked
like, straight.
"Care for a drink, ma'am?" a bearded voice asked.
"Doan have any ice, ma'am. They turn the electricity off at 9
o'clock. That explains the candles in the room if you haven't
noticed." said a thick southern voice from a large black face.
"Thank you, I'd like that." she said, leaning forward, allowing
her robe to gape exposing an ample expanse of damp cleavage.
"That is very kind of you."
She smiled as she felt their eyes crawl across her breasts and
felt the tingle of arousal swell her labia as she teased them.
"What brings you down here by yourself?" the mustache asked, his
green eyes tunneling into hers.
"I am down here looking for my daughter." she said offering
nothing more.
The leader looked on without comment remembering the dark man in
the government car that had dropped her off. "Daughter, right!"
he thought. "No sane woman would be this far in the jungle by
herself." he thought without comment. "Some important
government dick's mistress!" he thought. With money you can get
whatever you want. Fifteen years in the oil business had surely
taught him that.
The beard's fat hand set a glass on the table and it was filled
with rum from a bottle held in the Black's oversized paw.
Genevieve's eyes traveled from face to face as she raised the
glass to take a sip. She failed to hide the revulsion in her
eyes as she looked at the sweating hulk of the Beard. His fat
sweating face was like a white pumpkin perched on a mound of fat.
His sparse beard still held the crumbs from his dinner, and his
khaki shirt was stained and spotted. The Leader was lean and
muscular, with cold green eyes. The huge black was polite and
quiet. The strong white teeth that lit up the dark face when he
smiled hid the true thoughts behind his dark brown eyes. Her
gaze wandered to the large meaty mounds of his biceps, the size
of cantaloupes. The blond man, barely out of his teens, was the
youngest.
"So what brings all of you here?" she asked between sips.
"We're doing some field surveys for an oil company." the Leader
said. We spend several weeks in the field, then we come back
here for a day or two. Right now we're just killing time till
one of our local compadres comes by to collect us. Says he knows
a private, eh, club, I guess you'd call it."
"Oh, then I should be going." she said coyly. "I have a big day
tomorrow. Maybe, I'll see you men before I leave. Good nite and
thanks for the drink." she said as she turned and walked toward
her room.
Walking across the courtyard the rob slipped from her firm
shoulders revealing her tall naked form She stopped and raised
her hands to undo her blond hair letting it fall in a cascade
down her shoulders. She turned slightly and brought polished
nails up to her prominent breasts, cupping them in offering to
the table of men. She tweaked at the hard spikes of her long
nipples as she traced her pink tongue along the full curve of her
bottom lip. Her sleek legs flexed as she began to undulate her
naked pelvis, exposing the coraline slit of her shaved vagina.
The clump of her closing door caused the fantasy playing out in
each man's mind to evaporate as quickly as it came. The men
glanced self consciously at each other before the shared
realization hit them that they had all been lost in variations of
the same fantasy.
"Gawwwd damn!!" the leader guffawed. "I don't know about you
guys, but I'd already fucked her three ways before she made it to
her room!" This was met with a chorus of laughs as the men
returned to their cards.
Genevieve closed the flimsy door to her room amid the muffled
laughter coming from the table. She sighed as she thought about
tomorrow and what she needed to do. So far the only help offered
had been from the dark Bolivian on the train, Alfredo something
she remembered.
She lay back on the bed intending only to rest her eyes. In
minutes she drifted off to sleep.
Rachel crawled from the creek under the watching eyes of the fat
cooks wife.
"On your knees whore!" the fat woman said, as she grabbed the
ring in the young woman's nose. In silence the young woman
crawled naked behind the fat woman. The full milk laden bags of
her oversized breasts swayed heavily beneath her. Bells tinkled
with every strike of her knees against the hard ground as her
distended nipples waggled their bells. The pale mounds of her
fleshy buttocks swayed as she crawled, the crevass of her sex
glistening wetly around the thick metal rings lining its wordless
lips.
The four Americans followed their Bolivian acquaintance, Luis,
down the dark street in the southern part of town. The fat
bearded one, licked his fat lips in anticipation. The Leader and
the Big Black didn't share the enthusiasm of the other two.
Their Bolivian friend had described their destination as they
walked.
Robore had a large church and it's associated catholic school.
The affluent families sent their daughters to this remote school
to remove them from the bad influences of the city of Santa Cruz
and protect their innocence. As in so many things, the intent
was well meant, but the execution was flawed. Either due to a
lack of interest on the part of the good Sisters of the Church in
Robore, or through guile unexpected of teenage girls, it seems
that the young daughters of Santa Cruz were neither protected nor
innocent.
Luis had explained that the virtuous young women of the catholic
school spent their evenings at a small private club. For the
price of a few drinks, a gentleman of means could share the
company of one or more of the girls.
He explained with a laugh, "Es no bordello. Pero los j venes y
chicas jugosas, how you say...young and juicy girls, ellos son
c mo ellos son, they are how they are. For no much Bolivianos,
the girls might be persuaded to entertain a lonely hombre.
The Mustachioed leader liked fresh young quim as much as the next
guy, but shagging young catholic school girls wasn't his idea of
a good time. Especially if the girls hadn't seen the back side
of their 18th birthday. Blondie and the Beard didn't seem to
share his reservations. The hulking Black walking next to him
seem to keep his own council.
"Well, a few beers couldn't hurt.", he thought as they walked
down the dark street.
Genevieve woke to the hard knocking at the door to her room.
Startled she looked around herself in the dark, momentarily
forgetting where she was.
"One moment. Uno momento." she yelled as she struggled to light
the candle on the stand near the table.
Picking up the flickering candle she stepped to the door. "Who
is it? Qui n es?" she said through the door.
"Senora Falwell, it is Alfredo, the gentleman from the train."
"Oh?" Genevieve said, her head still filled with cobwebs.
She unhooked the door and opened it to the dark man's leering
face.
Before she could stop him, he pushed past her and stepped into
the small room. Gone was the polite demeanor he had exhibited on
the train.
"So we meet again, Senora, under quite different circumstances."
the inspector said, his sweating face shining in the candle
light.
"I am glad to see you like to entertain your guests in a most
casual manner." he said with a laugh as he slid his dark hand
between the gaping halves of the sheer robe. Before the
attractive American could react, the Inspector cupped and
squeezed a heavy breast.
Genevieve jumped and jerked away, causing the heavy enhanced orbs
to wobble on her chest.
"What?,...You bastard, who do you think you are?" she squealed
with outrage and anger.
"Who do I think I am?" he said stepping forward hand extended to
brush aside the robe and cup a quivering breast. "I am an
Inspector in the Policia Especial Bolivianos. I am a man before
which even the local Commandante pisses himself." he said with
an evil grin, his eyes cold. "And you are a lone American
Senora, miles from anywhere." he said rubbing his thumb across
her thick hard nipple. "You could disappear tomorrow, and even
the local Inspector might not find you...!" he said with feigned
innocence and a laugh.
The woman's face was a mask of shock and anger. Her emotions
running between disbelief and fear. Her green eyes searched his
face for a hint of jest, but saw only the dark stoney face of a
man who was use to getting his way.
The caressing of his thumb caused her nipples to pucker and the
involuntary tingle in her groin acted like a catalyst as she
launched herself at the grinning face like a banshee.
Snarling she raised her manicured nails as she lunged at the
leering face prepared to claw it to shreds.
Out of the dark the man's hand met her snarling face stunned her
with an open handed blow to her jaw and ear. A practiced hand
found the nerves located on the hollow on the left side of her
neck and drove a thumb into it. The stunned woman dropped to her
knees in pain as her arm went numb. Before she could twist away
the man's left hand landed repeated blows to the side of her head
and neck. Her right arm went limp as the blows numbed the nerves
of her shoulder. Her face went blank as a blow found the carotid
artery. A muted grunt told the Inspector that his prey was now
in his control. He released her neck and caught her by the hair
with his right hand before she fell forward.
"H-m-m-m-m, not so feisty now, eh, Senora?" he asked mockingly.
As he held her head up he slammed his open hand across her face
repeatedly as her dazed eyes stared up at him.
"Now Senora, I, will tell you how things will be for you from
this day forward." he hissed, his sweating face only inches from
hers. "You will join the other putas in my collection. You will
earn me mucho Bolivianos with the pretty body you have paid for.
But first, I will teach you how a whore should behave around a
real man. I will teach you how to give men pleasure.
Looking down at the dazed woman he pulled her robe down over her
shoulders to the bend of her elbows. She raised her green eyes
upward blazing with hatred and felt the jarring pain of several
more blows from his palm and the back of his hand.
"Puta! You were not given permission to raise your eyes to me!!.
Understand this whore! You have no choice. You see it is this,
or life in the Prision Federal Boliviana for drug smuggling."
He hooked his right fist into her solar plexus doubling her over
as her paralyzed diaphragm refused to function.
He laughed as he unbuckled his trousers and pulled out his
hardened cock. The thin brown skin of his foreskin was stretched
over the large swollen knob, allowing the slitted tip to peek
out.
"My beautiful American whore," he said with a wheedling voice.
"You will learn to love a hard Bolivian cock! You will learn to
love to suck them and to take them in your pussy and ass. I will
see that you get all you want. I know many men who will desire
to use that lovely body of yours."
With that he reached down and grabbed a fist of hair and pulled
the gasping woman to her feet. He turned her around and pushed
her face down on the small bed. Holding her down with his left
fist in her hair, he lifted her robe and kneed his way between
her splayed legs.
Releasing her hair he used both hands to push the thin robe above
her fleshy womanly hips to expose the pale mounds of her
buttocks.
"I see you like the sun, no?" he said noticing the bikini tan
lines that framed the firm mounds. He ran his hands admiringly
over the smooth flesh before dipping into the dark hair lined
crevasse beneath them. The blond head began to raise in protest
as he wormed two fingers between her labia. The quick blow to
the back of the attractive woman's head quelled the budding
protest. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back stretching her
long smooth neck.
"Whack, whack" the blows rang in the small room as he struck her
face and ear.
"Do not presume whore!" he snarled. "You are nothing more than
la carne sexual...how you say, a-h-h yes, sex meat. You are
nothing but sex meat to me. MY sex meat." he said with a
laugh.
Genevieve's pride and defiance lay in tatters on the floor of the
small room. She found it hard to think, the pounding ache in her
head and the ringing in her ears. He heart throbbed in her chest
as the implications of the dark man's words began to sink in.
She squirmed to free her arms from the twisted robe as she felt
the man's hands running over her smooth skin.
A grunt of protest escaped her lips as she felt his thick fingers
worm their way into the dry mouth of her vagina. "My god!" she
though. "No, this bastard isn't going to do this!" she thought
as she pushed herself up from the bed. A stunning pain
registered in her head just before her eyes rolled upward and
darkness decended on her.
The Inspector watched the blond head sag forward after he
delivered the sharp blow to the back of her neck. "White Putas!
They never learn." he thought. Every white whore he had ever
taken, whether a tourista from los Estados Unidos, Canada or
Europa, they always thought they could fight their way free. The
women and girls from Bolivia or other sudamericano counties were
more compliant. Their good church upbringing." he thought with
a laugh.
With a shrug he skinned his rigid cock, spat on clot of spit on
his fingers and liberally greased the large swollen knob with the
saliva. Shuffling forward he slicked the purple knob up and down
between the fleshy lips of the unconscious woman's labia
searching for the throat of her cunt. A grunt of satisfaction
signaled success. He leaned forward over the limp form and
slowly forced his thick brown shaft into the tight confines of
the woman's cunt. His mustached lip curled in a wet grin as he
luxuriated in the heat of the woman's unresisting flesh. He
sighed as the pressure lessened signaling the elastic tissues
were expanding to fit his girth. Leaning forward he wormed his
free hands under the unconscious woman's chest until each hand
was filled to overflowing with the silicon inflated mounds of her
tits.
Gripping the fat orbs for leverage he could feel the her long
hard nipples gouging his palms. Closing his dark eyes, the
Inspector of Secret Police began to pump his cock deeply in and
out of the unconscious woman's womb. The small room filled with
the sound of his heavy breathing as he gouged the tender flesh of
the woman as his throbbing cock lanced in and out of her. The
two men flanking the outside of the woman's room in silence gave
each other knowing glances. Their throbbing cocks waiting for
their turn.
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