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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.
      Reposting on any pay sites is forbidden without the expressed
      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 4 {Toryu}(fM+ reluc
interr degrad oral anal nc/cons bdsm breast sad beast pierc exhib fist
inc religion)


      Vestal Whore:  Communion of Degradation

Chapter 4

      An early morning haze hung in the air that smelled of cooking
      food and the acrid smoke of cooking fires.  A parrot squawked
      from its perch in the tree.  A green tree sloth moved in slow
      motion as it followed the progress of the two pedestrians as
they
      walked thought the twin doors of the church.  The church fronted
      the square, dating back to the first Jesuits in the area.  It
was
      a formidable structure, its thick mud brick walls laid out along
      traditional lines of a naive and transect representing the holy
      cross and built lying east to west.  Better to catch the early
      light of morning through the church's stained glass.  The glass
      was now covered with dust and many panes were cracked or
missing.

      Rachel walked quietly behind the Padre as they crossed the town
        square and made their way toward the communal laundry.  The
        square was empty now.  It would be busy soon enough as it was
        every day in the morning and evenings, the coolest parts of
the
        day.  Rachel glanced back at the church and thought of last
        night, and a wave of guilty hunger washed over her as she
        thought of how she had explored, tormented and pleased herself
        in the darkness of her room remembering the hungry stares of
        the two oriental men.

      When the fat old Padre had told her she would be helping in the
        communal laundry, her mind filled with indignation, but her
        stomach pulled tight as she felt her vagina throb in a mixture
        of excitement and dread at the prospect of meeting the two men
        whose mere gaze had driven her to do things to herself that
she
        knew were sinful and disgusting.  How many times had she
        touched herself?  Four, no five times?  Her vagina felt
        swollen, its fullness pressed tightly against the crotch seam
of
        her shorts.  The very motion of walking was a confusing
mixture
        or pain and pleasure.  The friction and her thoughts brought a
        slow ooze of wetness along the lips of her vagina.

      She walked as the condemned walks to the gibbet.  Within her
ripe
      body she felt the near certainty that something within her was
on
      the verge of dying.  The slow death of the fetters of pious
      hypocrisy had begun by her own hand last night.  She saw the
      first glimpse of the pleasures that might await if she was freed
      of the restraints of archaic moral superstitions.  A part of her
      secretly welcomed it.  She knew the two filthy oriental men
would
      be the executioners.

       The heat of the square seemed to lift a bit as they neared the
      river and the laundry.  The fat Padre ducked as he stepped under
      the thatched roof of the porch that served as the counter area.
      He peered into the gloom of the back of the hut that projected
      over the river bank supported by pilings.

      "Hatori, are you here?, his voice boomed out?  "Hei", came the
      reply from somewhere back in the gloom.

      Rachel heard the scrape of wood on wood as a shoji like door
slid
      back revealing what looked like a storeroom off the left.  An
      immense dark shape trundled out of the shadows ahead of a frail
      and wizen looking man.  A black mastiff-dane mix shoved his nose
      up at the Padre in recognition as the old owner announced his
      arrival with a wracking cough hawking up a robust wad of phlegm
      which he spit into a dirty cloth hanging from a rope tied to his
      waist.  Rachel shuddered not knowing if it was from the
      disgusting display, or the penetrating stare of the man as he
      addressed the Padre.

     "Konichi wa, Padre san", he said in a low screech, a hint of
      spittle glistening on his unshaven chin.  "This must be the
      new helper you promised".  Speaking of her as if she was a new
      utensil.

      "This is Rachel Falwell, she is here to assist in the lord's
work
      with the villagers", the padre said.

      Rachel a full head taller than the old man.  He wore loose
      fitting peasants garb, stained and dirty with an occasional rent
      and tear.  His longish hair was pulled back and confined in a
      greasy knot at the back of his head.  A few whiskers grew from
      his chin and upper lip.  Two dark penetrating eyes stared out of
      an otherwise featureless oriental face.  His lips cracked into a
      nearly toothless grin as Rachel hesitantly presented her pale
      hand in greeting.  The old man's penetrating gaze had never
      lifted to Rachel's face but roamed her body as he stepped
forward
      and presented a hand that more resembled a scarred and arthritic
      claw.  She knew that she should feel revulsion at the touch of
      the man's scabby hand and his violating stare.  Her stomach was
      turning, but it was a butterfly mixture of revulsion and nasty
      anticipation.

      She felt naked in front of him, felt as if her were peeling the
      clothes from her one piece at a time, until she envisioned
      herself naked in front of him.  Not just naked, but soul naked,
      helpless.  Her body and mind laid bare.

      She pulled her hand back but still he held it, his stare never
      leaving her breasts.  Could he sense the firestorm of emotions
      consuming her mind she wondered?  Her eyes darted to the Padre
      for assistance, but he stood smiling seeming to enjoy her
      distress.  Hatori ran his thumb in a mockery of a caress across
      the back of the girl's hand.  Much to the poor girl's distress
he
      brought his phlegm flecked lips to the girl's hand in a parody
of
      a kiss.  This caused Rachel's oversized nipples to blossom in an
      embarrassing display, as blood rushed to fill the rigid probes
as
      her aureoles contracted in sympathy with her leaking vagina.
      Rachel wanted to die as her nipples expanded in full view of the
      old man.  His smile seemed to expand, his eyes rose to her face
      as if to acknowledgment her lack of physical control.

      Poor beautiful Rachel's mind was a confused welter of emotions,
        the disgust she felt toward the old man was mirrored in the
        contempt she had for how her own body betrayed itself at his
        touch.  This only seemed to cast fuel on the fire of her
        unexplained lust.  Her rational mind fought to rise above the
        swirling flood, drowning in wave after wave of disgusting,
        forbidden and sinful feelings.  All the while her flesh
reveled
        in it, her over ripe body seemed to revel in the knowledge
that
        a lifetime of teachings were being violated and broken, but
        only in her mind.  She felt wave after wave of nasty pleasure
        course through her hungry body as her swollen clit protruded
        between her leaking labia like a fat tongue.  Her oversized
        breasts swelling with the contained heat pushing her distended
        nipples tighter into the thin fabric revealing themselves to
        the old man even more.

      "Rachel is eager to get started doing whatever it is she can
help
        with", the voice of the Padre intoned.

       Rachel blushed as she pulled her hand free and quickly stepped
      back crossing her arms self- consciously across her chest.  Her
      clit still tingling maddeningly between her legs.

      "Bueno, she can help Maria and Tahio in the washroom."  Hattori
       grunted, appearing somewhat disappointed.  "She can begin now,
       the work will last most of the day."

       "Rachel", the old Padre said turning to her.  "I will leave you
      here with Hattori, he will introduce you to the others."  "I
will
      be gone to another village today, but will return tonight."

      With that he turned with an amused smile and started back to the
      church.

      Rachel stood transfixed, feeling lost and venerable.  To her
      surprise the old man looked at the broad back of the padre as he
      walked across the square, snorted and turned.  He stopped and
      cast a lingering glance in Rachel's direction.

      "You come with me", he said with a grin, revealing the stained
      remains of his teeth, the brown rotten stumps of several were
the
      hallmark of his smile.  With that he walked back into the
shadows
      of the washhouse.

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