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Vestal Whore

      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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      permission of the Author at:  godegesil@hotmail.com

      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 Chap 3 {Toryu}(fM+ reluc
interr degrad oral anal nc/cons bdsm breast sad beast pierc exhib fist
inc religion)


      Vestal Whore:  Communion of Degradation

Chapter 3

      Rachel's eyes were still blurry with tears as the beautiful teen
      watched her father's back disappear around the bend in the dirt
      trail.  Composing herself, she thought of what she would do
next.
      Her father had decided it was best that she stay here for the
      time being rather than face the uncertainty of the village to
the
      north.  He said he would send for her.

        In the meantime she was to help Padre Pietro minister to the
      villagers, and help as he saw fit.  She would have her own room
      in the church annex and the run of the village.  She turned and
      walked back down the dusty road toward the old stone church.

        Having spent the last few days learning her way around the
      village, she knew there were more people than there appeared.
      Brushing a pale hand past her face to dispel the ever present
      flies she glanced down the alley that led to the open barn that
      housed the cockfighting pit.  As there had been on her visit
with
      the Padre she could see a number of men lounging in the sparse
      shadows to escape the building heat.  The Padre had said they
      occasionally fought dogs there too.  She shivered at the thought
      despite the intense morning heat, feeling her large nipples
      harden and lengthen into the long thick fingers that caused her
      so much embarrassment.  Her short walk had caused sweat to soak
      her white blouse, making it fit her upper torso like a glove her
      large heavy breasts joggling within her bra with each step.  She
      knew by the way they felt and from experience that soon her
      puckered aureoles and long rigid nipples would be clearly
visible
      through the sweat soaked fabric despite the bra beneath.  She
      quickened her pace causing the fleshy bags on her chest to
wobble
      and swing from side to side even more, their liquid weight
      rippling within the confines of her custom bra.

      Half way to the church she passed the open fronted building
which
      sided the river serving as a communal laundry.  The wizen old
man
      standing beneath the awning watched as she walked by.  She
      attempted to ignore the lingering stares of the old oriental
man.
      She felt his eyes roam over her like slithering tentacles.  She
      heard the sing song dialect as he called out to someone and soon
      his eyes were joined by those of hulking figure of his son.  The
      Padre had said the son was slow witted.  Neither said a word as
      she walked past, but she feel their eyes worming over her
probing
      every curve and crevasse.  The thin wet cotton of her blouse was
      clinging to the large firm cones of her breasts.  The dark
      ruddiness of her aureoles were clearly visible beneath the
fabric
      as her inch long nipples tented the saturated fabric.  Her long
      thick nipples in all their knobby beauty looked like reddish
pink
      raspberries.  A blind man could have read the prominent Braille
      written by her thoughts across the surface of her puckered
      aureoles.  Suddenly Rachel realized the throbbing in her
swelling
      breasts was being matched by a tingling between her legs.  The
      forbidden realization that the roaming hungering eyes of the men
      excited her sent a gushing tingle through her vagina.  Her face
      colored as she felt her labia become slick from the excitement
of
      such shameful thoughts.  What would her father say if he knew
she
      had felt nothing but repulsion at the hint of what those men
were
      thinking.  She started to pray beneath her breath fighting back
      her evil and shameful thoughts.

      Another gushing tingle ran through her as her mind swam at what
       they might be thinking, what they might want to do to her.  It
       was only after reaching the church standing in the quiet of the
       dark stifling entryway, that the realization of what she had
       seen entered her mind.  She licked her lips as her breath came
       in short gasps.  Her mind flitted guiltily around the edges of
       the thought as if it was too obscene to touch, to contemplate.
       Finally her mind embraced it, the thought blossomed and she
       accepted what she had seen in the loose pantaloons of the two
       men.  Her vagina flooded and wet the downy curls covering her
       labia, as she remembered the bulging pantaloons of the men as
       their cocks had hardened at the sight of her lascivious but
       unintentional display".

      Her mind was a tangle of confused thoughts which she couldn't
       sort out due to the pulsing distraction in her groin and the
       burning tips of her breasts.  Confused and disgusted, she
       eventually found room in the church annex and locked herself
       behind the sturdy wooden door.  Huddled in the corner of her
       room she struggled with her feelings, how the gaze of the men
       repulsed and thrilled her, how she was disgusted with herself,
       but craved the new feelings coursing through her young body.

      In anger and disgust she tore off her shorts to get at the
      maddening center of her distraction.  In anger she grabbed the
      swollen throbbing nub of her clitoris and gave it a violent
      pinch, forcing a moan to escape from her lips as she increased
      the pressure between her thumb and finger.

      Several hours later the old Padre knocked at her door to say
good
         night.  A muffled response all he got in return, but he was
         satisfied the teenager was safely behind a locked door.  He
         took his candle and waddled to his room at the other side of
         the annex.  "A Protestant gringo bitch", he thought, "Too
good
         to even open the door."  Pushing his more prurient thoughts
to
         the darker corners of his mind.  He thought of how he
         could put the young woman in her place.

      The beautiful teen sat on her haunches on the bed, back pressed
      against the corner of the wall.  The flicker of the light on the
      wooden night stand offered up a dim illumination in the room.
      The light of the candle was caught in drool running down her
chin
      from her protruding tongue and was mirrored in the wetness on
her
      fingers.  Her eyes were blind to the light, screwed up tight,
      head lolled back, her face creased in dreamy concentration.  The
      room was silent except for the wet sticky sounds coming from the
      fingers ravaging her vagina.  The fingers of her other hand
      worried at the inch long scarlet nub that was her clitoris.  Its
      sheath pulled back from its blood engorged length, nearly the
      size of a cigarette filter.  She shuddered, her fingers plucking
      and rubbing the turgid cluster of nerves.  A patina of fluid
      coated her inner thighs, her hands were a mess of rich musky
      juice.  The room smelled heavy of musk.  A glimmering ribbon of
      liquid coalesced at the bottom of her crotch and dripped into
the
      spreading wet spot beneath her quivering bottom.  The movement
of her            fingers increased their tempo, her body pressed
tighter
      against the wall as she stiffened, a low moaning wail dribbled
      from her parted lips climaxing in a choking prolonged shudder.

      Rachel opened her eyes, moved them furtively around the room,
and closed         them again and relaxed.  Her breath caught, in her
throat as the lewd and        disgusting thoughts once again spewed
through her mind like the stink of         some sewer run amok, the
thoughts and their vileness pushed all before           them.  She
licked her parted lips as her wet fingers once more began the        
now familiar private probing....

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