Message-ID: <33550asstr$1006222205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: toryu88@hotmail.com (sir_kraken) X-Original-Message-ID: <1fff344a.0111191434.51aa8597@posting.google.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 19 Nov 2001 22:34:32 GMT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: 19 Nov 2001 14:34:31 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Vestal Whore: Communion of Degradation Chap 37 {Toryu} (fM+ reluc interr oral anal nc/cons bdsm sad best pierc exhib fist inc) Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2001 21:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, IceAltar This is an original work of adult literature. If you are under 18 years of age, read no further. 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Feel free to offer comments and suggestions at the above email. {ASS} Vestal Whore: Communion of Degradation {Toryu} (fM+ reluc interr oral anal nc/cons bdsm sad best pierc exhib fist inc) Vestal Whore: Communion of Degradation Chapter 37 Rachel knelt naked in the center of the room, the stiff collar around her neck connected to the leash that led to the Sergent's calloused hand. The lamplight in the shone off her pale naked flesh. Her hands were clasped together, her arms beneath her heavy swollen breasts. She knelt silently head down the taste of the two soldier's cum still fresh in her mouth. They had offered her their cocks to suck, and suck them she had, filling her grateful mouth with their rich creamy sperm. Feelings of revulsion and shame mixed with the warmth of pride she felt at the thought that she could so easily bring them to climax, her practiced hands coaxing the thick seed from their tight scrotums. Lost in her private tangle of emotions, she heard a declaration that cut to her soul, like a clarion bell it rang in her skull, filling her with hollow dread. Tonite she would be taken to the barracks. She would be given to the men of the camp like a common whore. Her stomach knotted as the bile rose, surely they would not do that to her, she was theirs. They would protect her. She belonged to them. The mirage of security she felt in their company vanished as the Sergeant pulled at the leash forcing her head to raise. "Puta, tonight you will visit the men. They will like you, I think, yes." the Sergeant said with a laugh. "You will be the good whore, I think." he said underscoring his words by bringing the looped end of the leash down savagely across her bare buttock leaving a livid red welt. The bells hanging from her pierced nipples tinkled as the flesh of her heavy breasts woggled from the blow. The attractive teen bit her lip to the pain as it flashed through her. She groaned not because of the blow, but at the sick feeling of anticipation it released in her. The empty dread and revulsion that filled her gave way to the tentacles of peverse, sick excitement. Her mind flashed with images of strange men and their erect cocks. Dark faces filled with leering lust, connected to torturous hands playing out obscene, demonic needs. The realization that she would be the instrument of their fulfillment caused her stomach heave as her pussy convulsed, a thick jet of guilty musk leaking through the thin hair that fringed her swollen pierced labia. A tug at the leash caused her stomach to heave, driven by a moaning wail, as she leaned to the side to vomit up a pool of white cum. The sight of the rank fluid she had so recently swallowed, sent guilt scalding through her. "You are a whore", her conscience screamed at her. "Not even these vile men would want you." it laughed at her. "You are nothing, good only to be used and to give others vile and obscene pleasure." The maniacal laughter she heard was her own, as she dipped a small finger in the congealing pool of vomitus cum and licked at it with her tiny pink tongue. Another tug and she came to all fours behind the Sergeant her whore's bells tinkling as the heavy liquid filled sacks of her breasts fell to hang heavily beneath her like twin udders. "Uno momento", the Lieutenant said. He stepped forward and unclipped the harness from her waist. He pulled the twin ropes clear of her crotch, noting the slimy wet section that had been imbedded between her labia. The young anglo teen groaned as her swollen clitoris burned and throbbed as the tension of the two rough ropes fell away and circulation returned. The first moan was followed by another as the Lieutenant forced his thumb into her upturned sphincter at the same time he buried three fingers in her clutching wet cunt. She glanced back at the man and waggled her plumping bottom in offering. He pulled his fingers dripping from her snatch and offered them to her. Tears sprang to her bright blue eyes as her tongue snaked out from between her smiling lips lick and suck at the evidence of her own sluttishness. "Arrer!" he said bringing his hand down on her bottom with a "crack" as one would a horse. "Seguir adelante! Go ahead, puta, the hungry men await!" he said with a laugh. "It is claro that you are ready." he said looking at his wet fingers. The Sergeant stepped from the Lieutenant's hut, trailing on the leash behind him she began the slow crawl across the camp to dark barracks door. The moonlight shone off her pale skin lending it the hue of ivory. The flash of yellow marked the instant when the rings of brass in her labia and bells hanging from her nipples caught the moonlight. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her, their heavy load of colostrum filling them, the tincling bells hanging from her long distended nipples nearly dragging the ground beneath her. Her taunt buttocks flexed as she crawled, broader than weeks before due to the raging tide of hormones that were only now abating in the wake of her empty womb. Her mind raged as she crawled, ordering her arms and legs to cease moving as her wide eyes watched the black doorway grow larger, looming before her like a maw set on devouring her. A giddiness fought with sickening dread as she crawled propelled by the obscene desire that ruled her. The heavy crusifix hanging from the ring in her clit tapped a steady tattoo against her thigh as it swung tugging and pulling at the sensitive bundle of nerves. The Sergeant stopped, the dark doorway stood but eight feet away. A low moan escaped her throat as he stooped to remove the collar and leash. "O-h-h-h-h-h, n-o-o-o-o", she wailed at the realization that he was taking away the last shred of vaporous pride. No he would not lead her like a cur into the barracks. She could not hide behind the lie that she was being made, that she was being forced to give herself to these faceless men. These peasants. She would crawl willingly into their coarse caresses. She would know that she craved their stiff rods and lusted for the thick foaming sperm that boiled in their heavy balls. The Sergeant took a step back and watched. With a moan, she placed first one hand then the other as she began to crawl toward the dark open doorway. Like a black hole it drew her inexorably onward. She could hear the nervous and excited murmurs from the darkness within as the countless eyes caught their first glimpse of her lacivious form. Her pale had paused at the threshold of the door, her face turned back toward the lighted doorway across the camp. Her eyes paused at the twin figures illuminated in the door. Their laughter echoed in her ears. With a sob, she turned her pretty face, tears streaming down her pink cheeks. She extended her arm and the sick need pulled her into the dark maw of the hut. A low roar of excited male voices rose as her ivory form was swallowed by the black perversion that waited for her within. Her wide eyes brimmed with tears as they sought to pierce the dim light in the barracks. Her little pink tongue snaked out to nerviously lap at the heavy ring resting above her full upper lip. She continued to crawl, the doorway leading to a gauntlet of short dark men. The excited murmuring continued as she crawled, sudued as the men were awed by the peverse spectacle they could have only dreamt about in thier unspoken twisted fantasies. The narrow corridor of men led to a line of dirty cotton quilts in the center of the barracks. At the base of the long walls were their sleeping mats. A hearth stood at the far end. Several oil lamps lit the dim interior. She crawled as the assembled men, nearly twenty in all closed on her as she neared the center of the room. A man, a boy really stepped forward as she crawled, her eyes met his and a smile of recognition flitted on her lips. The young soldier from the day of her arrival. The boy, several years younger than Rachel, reached down with a hand to brush away the strands of matted hair that obscured her face. The murmurs rose as the men saw the girl's beauty. Even through the dirt, the mortified and marred flesh, the young anglo girl looked like an obscene vision of the Madonna herself. Alabaster skin reddened and chaffed, the flesh mortifed by the rings, the swollen, leaking milky breasts. Every lust filled mind saw the same adolesent vision, felt the hot rush of guilt sear their loins and twist into guilt driven anger at the blameless girl. The foul and obscene melding of carnal lust and religious iconography was as old as religion, the old tools of lust and guilt worked their magic as each mind vilified and blamed the object of their own lustful vision and thus absolved themselves of blame. Rachel smiled up at the boy past the heavy ring hanging from her pierced septum. As she watched, the boy's smile turned to a leer as his hand tightened in her hair pulling her forward. The feeling that flickered in Rachel, died, as she saw the swollen knob of the boy's slim cock snaking out of his fist. His young hand slid down her face to hook it's thumb in the ring hanging from her nose. With a chuckle he pulled the thumb upwards forcing her face up and back. He continued to pull her forward her mouth agape. She groaned at the humiliating pain in her nose forcing her lips to part and accept the slimy knob into her wet mouth. A low moan rumbled in her throat as the consuming dread and revulsion were extinguished by the hot wind of lust that roared from the furnace of her clit. Against her will she raised her hands to the hard lucious cock the young boy offered her. She mewed as she sucked and lapped at the delicious prong. The boy looked around the room at the other men, many older than he, in triumph. The tension broken, a dozen hands decended on the young american, caressing, squeezing, probing, pinching and pulling. Dirty nails and calloused hands marred the girl's pale skin as they hungrily pawed the form that only existed in their dreams before tonite. Rachel groaned in guilty pleasure as she felt the many strange hands roaming her body. Her mind floated within a jar of thick obscentity. Like a preserved laboratory sample her brain's mind eye watched from where it floated suspended in the rank foulness, watching the mixed crowd of indians, mestizos, mullato's and other racial mongrels feasted on her lurid sexuality. Dirty hands caressed and squeezed her soft yeilding flesh, pinched and pulled, each yearning to hear a whimper or groan issue from the girl in response. Other fingers pushed and probed exploring the clinging wetness of her quim, toyed with the wet glistening rings in her labia, pulled and tugged at the suspended crusifix which was an extension of her grotesquely swollen clit. Fingers squeezed and milked at her heavy hanging breasts, drops of collostrum flowed down her whore's bells dripping to bead on the packed dirt floor beneath her. The attractive girl moaned around the cock stuffing her mouth as she began to shudder beneath the strange hands. Her minds's disembodied image of herself pushing her inflamed clit to climax. She grunted and snuffled around the cock like a rooting sow as she surrendered control of her body to the black orgasm. The finger stuffing her cunt felt the guilty spasims, watching eyes saw the telltale flexing and contracting of her finely chiseled muscles. Twenty masculine throats laughed at the girl's guilty display, and as many minds absolved themselves of any lingering guilt, for surely this was a puta, a low and base whore. All doubts were gone. Suddenly as if one mind, they pulled her free of the young boy's cock, her mouth working like a waterless fish as hands picked her up and deposited her kneeling on the collection of mats in the center of the hut. Eager hands grasped her fleshy hips, spreading her firm cheeks. A dark burly figure kneed his way between her splayed legs. Fisting his cock he ran the thick head up and down the pink crevass of the american girl's fleshy labia, luxuriating in the feel of the cool metal rings along his pulsing rod. He grunted with satisfaction as his knob caught in the throat of her cunt and he leaned into her forcing his thick brown post between the white and pink flesh of the girl's offered labia. "Muy bueno puta", he said with a chuckle as he felt her hips surge back towards his as the girl's cunt eagerly enveloped his surging cock. Hands jackknifed the unresisting girl at the waist, as stiff cocks were offered to her pale white hands, which her small fingers gladly embraced. Her slender throat extended with a groan as she felt the thick post of an unseen cock first plug and begin to stuff her wet welcoming cock. She eagerly pushed her ample hips back forcing her dripping cunt against the cock that speared into her botton. She relinquished her grip on a throbbing cock to reach between her spayed thighs to cup and caress the hanging balls of her first rapist. She was rewarded with a grunt of appreciation before her arm hand was pulled away and placed on yet another throbbing prong. The young american's blood began to race, poisoned with black lust, as her inflamed clit convulsed under the crude caresses of the countless hands that mauled her. Her blue eyes searched the milling crowd of sweating male bodies that gathered around her like a pack of feeding dogs. Hairy hard muscled legs bumped against her. Her eyes swam from one brown greasy face to another, leering grins framed with thin greasy moustaches and filled with rotten teeth rained obscene phrases in coarse spanish down upon her blond head. The foul lust filling her veins transmutted her shame and humiliation into pride and hunger. No longer did the degrading words burn her ears and pierce her heart. The words spurred her on to lower and lower levels of self abasement as they filled her with pride. How could she not be proud that so many men wanted her, that she could instill such lust in so many with her naked body? She groaned not in pain, as pitiless fingers twisted and pulled at the rings embedded in her tenderest flesh. She groaned in pleasure. Her debauched mind found wild pleasure at the degradation of her vile physical self. She ground her breasts in to the coarse hands that squeezed and mauled the heavy milk laden udders. She pulled against the fingers that twisted the rings piercing her thick swollen nipples. She groaned in encouragement at the impatient hands that squeezed and pinched at her pale flesh, eager to have their turn at degrading her, venting their black lust into her drooling orifices in a loathful parady of religious absolution. Her body cried out in one shuddering climax after another for thier foul secretions, her mouth hungered for their thick seed, her skin burned to feel the coarsness of their beards, their rough demanding touch. With a volcanic like roar the attractive teen pulled the slender cock in her right hand to her full lips. Her eyes smiled at the short dark man connected to the cock she began to kiss and suck. A moan gargled in her throat as the liquid pulsing of the cock embedded in her sucking cunt pushed her into yet another climax. She felt an instance of cool air against her gaping empty cunt, before a new stiff prong slicked up and down her drooling groove and stuffed her full! She felt a new set of hands grip her fleshy hips and pull her back against him. Her suple thighs began to rock her back and forth onto the thick cock. Her swollen labia swabbed up and down the fat gristle kissing every pulsing vein. The pretty blond worked her plump lips up and down the cock spearing into her face, her tongue busily caressing the underside of the strangers fat glans. She heard the groan above her and felt his hands grip her head hard. The tube of gristle filling her mouth throbbed and began to spew gobs of thick yellow scum into her throat. She struggled to pull the crudgel to her lips so she could suckle at the spewing tip and savor the strong flavor of the faceless man's seed. She whimpered as he jerked his spent cock from her suctioning lips, and his fat balls fell away from her chin. She groaned with delight as two hairless thighs took his place. Rachel glanced upward and saw a face younger than her own, the teenage boy towered over her, his face a mask of contempt and lust. 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