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Vestal Whore

      This is an original work of adult literature.  If you are under
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      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
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{ASS} Vestal Whore:  Communion of Degradation Chap {Toryu}      (fM+
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exhib fist inc religion)


Vestal Whore:  Communion of Degradation


Chapter 66


The young man, a late comer to the bar dropped a fist full of crumpled
bills onto the pile that overflowed the bowl sitting in front of the
old Japanese.  The assembled crowd of drunks whistled and hooted as he
turned to take his pleasure at the young American girl hanging limply
by her bound breasts.  The young dark haired Bolivian looked around
the smoky cantina and unfastened his panaloons with a flourish
revealing a mammothly out sized brown cock.  His young pocked face
smiled back at the grinning faces as he stood with his hands on his
narrow hips.  The thick post of flesh that sprouted from his groin
pulsed up and down with the regularity of a metronome as his strong
heart engorged the swelling staff rigid with blood. The thick veins of
the gnarly prong gave it the look of an ancient cypress.  His eyes
turned to the pathetic sight that had once been an young Anglo girl. 
Her large breasts were a lurid purplish blue above the tight bindings.
 The fat swollen orbs were pulled upward at an obscene angle toward
the wooden rafters.  The resilient flesh stretched as they supported
her weight.  The stretched skin of her bound torso was streaked with
blood from the numerous punctures that dotted the shiny skin of her
blood bloated  breasts.  Her inner thighs were slick, a thick coating
of congealed sperm dribbled down to form a wet pool beneath her
pointed toes.  The man's young eyes looked to her groin and saw the
livid swollen flesh of her pudenda.  He caught his breath at the sight
of the bright red  flesh  beneath the matted thatch of red pubic hair
nestled between the ivory paleness of her thighs.    Her white flesh
was mottled with blue bruises where the strong cruel hands of the men
that had paid to use her left their marks.  The young Indian felt his
cock throb as he walked toward her, the heavy log swinging ponderously
between his strong legs.

The young man motioned to the bar tender, and a filthy rag was thrown
in his direction.  His hand snatched it from the air and he stepped to
the girl and roughly rubbed the rag between her dripping thighs.  He
shifted the reeking cloth to his other hand and forced it between the
bulbous cheeks of her mutilated buttocks.  His eyes noted the fresh
brand that marred the smooth curve of her left cheek.  He tossed the
damp rag to the floor and with the quickness of a snake brought the
flat of his hand down in a vicious slap across the crusted brand.

A lance of agony pierced the dull veil of pain that covered Sandra
like a cloak.  Her head jerked and a moan leaked from around the
pierced tongue that protruded from her parted lips.  Her eyes rolled
up and welled with tears.  In the bestial state which she now existed
only compliance could end the pain.  Her body voluntarily flexed
pulling her pale legs up exposing her dilated cunt and splaying her
fleshy buttocks, and the raw aperture of her anus.  The young boy
snorted and stepped up between the welcoming vee of the girl's bruised
thighs.

He fisted the thick log of his oversized cock pulling the brown
foreskin up and down over the bulbous head as if to prime himself.  He
shuffled forward guiding the fleshy ball crowning the arm thick
appendage between the thickly swollen lips of the girl's red cunt. 
Sandra released a animal like grunt as she felt the thick head spread
the raw weeping flesh of her abused bottom.  The guttural moans
continued as the boy leaned into her hanging form to force more and
more of his veiny limb into her protesting cunt.  Sandra's red head
lolled limply her feeble groans only goading the young Indian on, as
he forced more of his impossibly thick cock into the stretched mouth
of her ravaged vagina.

The gripped the girl's legs under her knees and lunged into the young
student, forcing his thick post into her upturned bottom.   The thick
lips of the girl's raw cunt clung to his thick invader as he sawed his
lance in and out of her gorged cunt.  The erect nub of her ignored
clit stood out above the taut stretched lips of her labia.  She
groaned in pain as the relentless hammering continued, tormenting her
already defaced cervix.  The internal protuberance lay smashed and
battered like the nose of a third rate pug.  Then her tormented mind
felt it.  The tingling.  The abrasive pleasure of the boy's coarse
pubes against the erect nub of her forlornly erect clitoris.  Like a
straw in the tempest of pain her mind grasped at the speck of pleasure
and created a mote.
She felt her hips lift and turn against the lunging boy as he stuffed
her screaming bottom with his inhuman cock.  The young man groaned as
he felt her bottom slicken, not with the spent sperm of others but
with her own wanton lust.  Her moans quickened as she swung herself
against him torturing her already defiled breasts.  The drunken men in
the bar  hooted and called obscenities at the young man. They marveled
at the response the young man with the gargantuan member was able to
coax from the seemingly mindless Anglo slut.

The old Japanese at the bar sat ignored by the drunken men as they
began to chant. Softly at first, in cadence with the lunging thrusts
of the young man's cock, then louder, drowning out the growing moans
of the bucking girl.  Sandra arched her freckled back and humped her
hips.  Her bound arms, wrapped in a cocoon of cord hung uselessly
behind her as her animal mind  labored at growing the tiny seed of
pleasure into a drooling mindless climax.

The young man thrust his hips against the girl, his eyes blurred with
lust.  His hands dug into the girl's pale flesh struggling to hold on
to the sweating thrashing limbs that had wrapped themselves around his
hips.  The coarse cords suspending the girl bit into the constricted
flesh of her breasts drawing blood as she bucked and humped her weight
against her own tortured flesh.  Her head hung back limply on her
shoulders. Gibbering moans leaked from around her protruding tongue,
the ring through her tongue pressed tightly against her front teeth. 
A patina of sweat glistened on her checks and beaded on her chest as
she humped and bucked against the young man, ignoring the flaming pain
in her breasts and shoulders.  The eager young man groaned as he felt
the flailing pouch of his sperm swollen balls constrict, pumping a
thick column of sperm up the fat veiny tube of his cock.  The first
gout of his wriggly seed erupted from his brown cock as the thick
crown crashed into the crushed  knob of her cervix.  The battered
flesh mated with the head of the thick cudgel as gob after hot gob
pumped into the throat of her womb.  The mindless young slut shuddered
and bucked through her own animal climax, her ravaged cunt contracting
hungrily around the thick invader swallowing his hot seed like a
mindless glutton.

The blinding white light expanded in Sandra's mind, momentarily
replacing the throbbing pain that had become her meat.  Her breath
gurgled in her throat as her tortured body bucked against the thick
post that bored into her like some giant drill.  Thick clotted sperm
clogged her over flowing womb and squelched out from around the
stretched oval of her cunt.  The tight lips of her swollen labia
squeeged the congealing scum from the boy's pistoning post and it slid
down the crevasse of her flexing buttocks like discarded scrapings
down a grease trap.

Hattori sat at the bar wordlessly watching his young American slut
groaning though her climax.  Black rage dropped like a veil behind the
dark slitted eyes as he ground the rotten nubs of his teeth.  "How
dare that pitiful lump of flesh, find pleasure at the hands of that
slip of  a boy!" he fumed.  Perhaps he had not broken her as
thoroughly as he had thought.  Or maybe he had just underestimated the
animal desire that lurked within each of us.  "No matter." he thought
as he decided what he must do.  He turned back toward his drink, the
cloak of calm once again descending over him. He sipped at the
singani, the strong alcohol easing the pain in his rotting teeth.  He
smiled to himself as he listened to the sound of the dying chants
mingled with the obscene wet squelching of the boy's gargantuan cock
in the young slut's overflowing cunt.

With a sudden burst of energy, the old man stood and addressed the
remaining drunks.

"Corte rápidamente el slut joven abajo!" He said directing the men to
cut the girl down.  Several men staggered over to where the girl hung,
pulling the puzzled youth from between her embracing legs.  Strong
brown hands lifted her as others cut the suspension cord releasing her
pale limp form into their arms.  The men snickered and offered up
crude comments as their hands squeezed and probed the helpless young
woman.

"Mire sus pechos hinchados. Son como la berenjena grande!" one said
comparing the purple color of her bound swollen breasts to that of a
large eggplant.

"Póngala sobre la tabla y sepárese las piernas." The old Japanese
pervert said instructing them to lay her across one of the wooden
tables. The old man walked to the bar and spoke to the bartender who
nodded and walked quickly into the back room.  Hattori turned to watch
as the men laid the young American across the table on her back.  Her
cocoon like bound arms hung beneath her off one edge of the table. 
Her head and shoulders hanging toward the floor.  Her blurred green
eyes trying to focus on the upside down image of the smoky room.

Sandra vaguely felt her legs pulled apart as invisible hands grabbed
her ankles and held them along the opposite edge of the table.  The
warm glow of her recent climax  began to dissolve as the pain in her
tortured shoulders and ravaged breasts once again infused her dulled
nervous system.  Her breath came in labored gasps as she struggled to
expand her bound chest against her own weight resting on the edge of
the table just below her shoulder blades.  The image of anonymous bare
hairy legs and those clothed in dirty trousers  swam inverted before
her eyes.

"Well, Missee, you do so well for Hattori.  You makee me mucho
boliviano's tonight.  But you enjoyed it too well I think.  But no
mas..." the old man's voice hissed in her ear.

She jumped as she heard the pop of the propane torch near her ear and
felt the sudden heat of the blue flame.

"Yes, you are Hattori's slut.  Missee is my whore.  Missee is to serve
Hattori's only, not seek her own pleasure.  She forget that.  So
Hattori must see that she never forget." he said as he squatted near
her dangling head.

The brown faced men holding the young American looked bewildered as he
spoke to the girl in his broken English.  He stood up with an evil
grin and spoke to the hushed men.


"SepaĄrese las piernas y sostangala asa que ella no se mueve." The old
man hissed as he walked around the table to stand between the young
girl's splayed legs.


"Usted, y usted, separaron los labios de su sexo." he said directing
two men to spread her swollen labia.  The old sadist watched as two
grimy hands reached for the thick slabs of the girl's swollen red
labia.  Brown fingers dug their dirty nails into the ravaged flesh
against the slippery coating of spent seed that matted the fine red
pubic hair.  The old Japanese smiled as the swollen red bud of her
clit sprang into view as the protective flesh of her labia was
stretched taut.

The old man looked around at the curious expectant faces.  

"Esto es qué sucede a un slut desobediente. Ella es mi perro de la
perra, y no merece placer. Ella me desobedecerá nunca otra vez." He
hissed in his accented Spanish.

"You will never again experience pleasure for yourself, only for me."
he said to the girl as he touched the blue tip of the flame to the
livid red bud of her erect clitoris.

Agony exploded in Sandra's confused brain as the blue flame touched
the erect nerves of her excited clitoris.  A gagging scream erupted
from her throat as she struggled against the hands that restrained
her.
Her knees struggled to flex in a vain a effort to protect her exposed
sex.  Her shoulders bucked upward for upward as the agony swamped her
brain.

Hattori watched as the swollen red bud shriveled beneath the touch of
the blue hot flame.  He quickly raised the torch lest the girl pass
out.
"No" he thought, "She would feel it all.  She would remember the
precious loss."  His gnarled yellow hand lowered the torch till the
blue tip once again rested against the blistered red stump that had
been her clitoris.  With drooling glee he raised and lowered the blue
tip of  the torch in time with the futile thrashing of the young
girl's legs.

"żEsto es unidireccional hacer que una puta baila, no?" he said to the
wide eyed faces of the sweating men.  "The whore dances beneath the
flame, eh?"

His slitted black eyes watched enthralled as the blue flame kissed the
red blistered nub repeatedly.  The pale legs jerked and thrashed in
the grip of the brown men, dancing to the tune of her own gurgling
screams.

"Uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h...a-a-a-e-e-e-i-i-i-i-i...uh-h-h-h,
uh-h-h-h...a-a-a-e-e-e-i-i-i-i-i " she screamed as her cries kept tempo
with the dipping of the torch in the old man's hand.

 The tip of  blue caused the sensitive red nerve bundle to bloom first
in a red rose of blisters.  Then under the searing heat it wilted to a
sickening gray then shriveled black as the sensitive flesh was reduced
to carbon.  Thrashing of the girl's legs lessened as she jerked
spasmodically, the searing pain from the destroyed nerves subsided to
be replaced by the constant pain of the adjoining blistered flesh. 
The young American went limp in the hands of the Bolivian men.  The
crowd drifted away, laughing and talking obscenely, the stale air of
the bar thick with the odor of her burn flesh.  Soon she lay forgotten
as the men continued their drinking at the bar and the old man left to
collect her earnings.

The young girl lay forgotten in her desolate world until she felt the
leash being fastened to her tongue ring.  The old man jerked her to
her feet and a liquid moan escaped her slack lips as the pain of the
charred and blistered flesh between her ravaged thighs flared anew. 
The young redhead staggered, waddling along atop unsteady freckled
legs.  Her shoulders stooped she lurched at the end of the leash
fastened to her mutilated tongue.  Bright green eyes teared, streaming
down her smooth cheeks, her red hair matted with tears and sweat.  Her
swollen purple breasts bulged atop the bloody rope wrapped tightly
around base of each engorged orb.  They swayed to and fro, long fat
nipples arcing from side to side like the cane of a blind man, hanging
heavily on her blood streaked chest.   She walked bandy legged,
struggling to keep up with the old man as the burned flesh between her
legs screamed in torment.

"Come, whore," was all the old man said as he pulled her toward the
new day beyond the gaping door marked by the  rising sun.

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