Message-ID: <34890asstr$1011737405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: toryu88@hotmail.com (sir_kraken) X-Original-Message-ID: <1fff344a.0201221247.648c6dea@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 22 Jan 2002 20:47:54 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 22 Jan 2002 12:47:53 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Vestal Whore: Communion of Degradation Chap 45 {Toryu} (fM+ reluc interr degrad oral anal nc/cons bdsm breast sad beast pierc exhib fist inc religion) Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 17:10:05 -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: dennyw, newsman 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: toryu88@hotmail.com It is a work of fiction from my fantasies. The seed of the story came from BlackDemon's "Church" series, which landed in my fertile mind and grew like a weed with more details and embellishments. 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. Feel free to offer comments and suggestions at the above email. {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 Chap 45 Rachel lay curled at the side of the pen a respectful distance from the male curs. Her red rimmed blue eyes darted nervously to and from the resting males. Her arm rubbed nervously at a scabbed bite on her thigh, a souvenir of a lesson learned. Her blond hair was matted and clotted with filth, as dirty as her pale skin. When the soldiers had not returned after several days, she had removed the tight bindings on her swollen breasts. The cook and his wife only saw her when they came to feed the dogs or when they fucked while they watched her being mounted by the curs, which was often. There were also the times late at night or early in the morning when the cook would offer her choice scraps in exchange for her sucking his thick cock through the slats of the pen. It seemed a better alternative than fighting the curs for food. She sniffed the odor of food through the stink of the dog droppings near where she lay. Her part of the pen was where the rest came to relieve themselves. She heard the whimpering yapping and knew it was time. She rolled on her side as the three pups came to nurse. Her fat milk swollen breasts rolled to the side, melding together, a pile of curvaceous flesh. The livid marks of the Sergeants belt had begun to fade to reveal the bluish veins that mapped her laboring breasts. She sighed with a mixture of relief and pleasure as her milk fell in answer to the voracious sucking of the pups and her thick clit began to tingle. She no longer had to prompt the pups, the rooted amid the luscious pile of flesh till they found the swollen nipples centered in the expanse of her thick red pebbly aureoles. Her long swollen nipples had become tough and distorted from the sharp teeth of the hungry pups. The thick rings piercing the flesh near their base slightly stretching the swollen flesh. Her small white fingers idly traced the thick blue veins running under the skin of her breast bone down to the heavy swollen udders that wobbled under the pups feeding. The throbbing ache of her engorged glands began to abate as one pup finished and another took its place. She knew and was grateful that they would be back before the day was out. As the last pup finished her eyes darted to the far end of the pen, one of the curs had risen to his feet and was padding slowly toward her. Her stomach knotted with fear as she recognized it as the one that had bitten her the day before. She had only move slightly as he was at the water bowl and he had snarled, his snapping jays closing on the meaty part of her thigh below the hip. The cur walked to where she lay. The yellow eyes of the brute met hers then the great shaggy head turned, his muzzle dropping to sniff and nudge at the back of her closed thighs. Rachel felt her womb spasm as guilt and humiliation mixed with filthy feelings of anticipation and desire to form an intoxicating brew that swept all before it. Her supple legs flexed as if in control of themselves, her arms pushing her up on all fours. Tears welled in her blue eyes as her mind fought a loosing battle, her limbs responding to the tingle in her clit, now a commanding throb. The beautiful young teen braced her arms locking her elbows, her strong white thighs spread and tensed. The cur sniffed at the air catching the thick rank musk that rose from between the splayed buttocks of the bitch braced ready and waiting before him. The blond bitch raised her head, the tears running down her cheeks diverted around the smile that slowly pulled her dry cracked lips upward. Her tiny pink tongue peeked out in anticipation of the pleasure to come. She waited for the heavy thick post of canine flesh that would fill and stretch her. The pounding hot lust that would fill her despairing brain. Her nostrils flared at the thought of the hot pulsing spurts of animal sperm that would soon fill her cramping womb, trapped behind a pulsing hard knot of blood swollen flesh. A wave of putrescence pleasure coursed through her as she felt the sharp dew claws of the animals forelegs dig into her hips as his hairy loins pressed into her buttocks. She felt giddy with sick pleasure as she felt the cur's thick dong prod wetly along the backs of her thighs to invade the stinking crevasse between her brazen buttocks. A small white hand snaked back running the gauntlet of her heavily swaying breasts to capture and guide her lover's red phallus into her eager welcoming womb. She whimpered as she felt the dull throb of her labia. The confused red haired teen hung bound as the wizened yellow man went about his task jabbering as he did. "You are my slut girl now, missee. Just like your sistor, she makee a a very nice slut girl, very nice." the old man giggled as he busied himself between the helpless girl's spread thighs. The old man's words burned into her brain like acid, causing a new wave of nausea in her already empty gut. He mind swirled with a thousand questions. "Had they done this to Rachel? Where was their father? Why were they doing this? What would become of her? Her mind seemed to be drowning in a sea of uncertainty and she felt herself once again sliding into the dark water of panic, like a swimmer who has taken one step to many and teeters on the edge of deep swift moving water, her mind desperately fought to regain the shallow water of familiarity and certainty. "I teach you to be good slut girl like sister. She likee to suck cock, man cock, dog cock, all cock..." he tittered enjoying the look of disbelief and panic on her face. The pretty freckled teen felt her skin crawl as she felt the old man's hands at her most private places. She felt the prodding and feather light touch of his fingers between her thighs through the dull throb in her labia. She tried in vain to turn her head against the upward pressure of the twin tines imbedded deeply in her nostrils. The old man looped a cord around the thin reeds clamped cruelly around her pouting labia. The pinkish flesh looked like a dark red Kaiser roll as it bulged from between the constricting reeds. The swollen flesh thick and dark it's covering of red hair bristling from the engorged flesh which seemed to part on it's own, heavy with trapped blood from the constricted circulation. He ran his dirty fingers down over the damp cleft finding her clit as it peeked anxiously from beneath the swollen hood like a miniature tongue. Trapping the sensitive flesh between his finger and thumb he gave it a cruel twist, pinching it harshly and was rewarded with a muffled sob from beneath the gag, the girl's bound form making a pathetic attempt to twist away from his grasp. The old man threaded the cord around her labia between the tensed cheeks of her ass. He giggled as he spread her lush pink cheeks to glimpse the dark red flesh of her anus. The old man hawked a wad of phlegm and spat it onto the crinkled depression of her sphincter before worming his forefinger into the virgin flesh. Sandra groaned into the gag that filled her mouth, sobbing as she felt the strange old man defiling her body. All modesty had been stripped from her by the strange men, her mind had clung to the shreds of self respect the old man was now obliterating. Her eyes looked toward the movement near the wall and her mind reeled as she recognized the young indian girl stood there meekly. It was then that she realized she was lost, that they could do whatever they wanted and she was powerless to stop them. Despair filled her being like a dark saturating fluid, it's inky filth pervading every cell. Her mind saw her once pristine self forever defiled, an invisible black stain wherever the old man's hands touched her. From beneath the pall of humiliation came blame, blame for herself, for letting it happen, for being too weak to stop it. The old man's experienced hands probed and explored playing the girl's flesh like a symphony. Ringing out note after note of clear degrading humiliation. He lowered his head his face near her soft freckled shoulder. His breath rasped excitedly through his rotted teeth, his foul breath washing over the pretty girl's gag distorted face as he reached beneath her to fondle her pink pendulous breasts. He grinned to himself as he played with the soft heavy bags playing yet another movement in his symphony. He knew that blame would slowly began to twisted and change beneath the his hands until it became a virulent corrosive self loathing. It would eat away at the young woman's reality, destroying her will to resist, to reason, ultimately preventing her from blaming her abusers at all. They would become the righteous tools in her own quest for degradation. She would ultimately seek to use them in a quest to punish herself. The old oriental smiled inwardly, "The mind is a two edged sword." His withered hands squeezed and pinched at the soft flesh of the young teen's fat breasts. He tweaked and plucked at the thick stubs of her bound nipples coaxing them to increased hardness only to cruelly pinch and twist at them. Then he began again. Tiring of the cat and mouse game with her nipples he deliberately mauled the fat bags, digging his fingers harshly into the flesh as if he were kneading dough. His fingers explored every variation of the inner flesh of the girl's firm fat breasts. Her muffled sobs and animal like whimpers only excited him to further cruelty. When he was finally bored, her sobs had become a sustained high pitched whine, punctuated by sobbing inhalations of breath through her tortured nostrils. The milky pinkish white skin of her freckled breasts was splotched with red as the bruises from his hard fingers began to discolor. The old man snapped his fingers and motioned to Maria from his position hear the helpless bound girl. Maria went to the table near the wall and returned carrying three heavy clay pots, each pot was suspended by three cords, planter fashion. They contained varying amounts of sand. Hattori ran the cord up to a ring affixed to the rope supporting the bound bundle of pink feminine flesh. Standing near the girl's head, he tugged at the cord which brought a muffled cry from the girl as the tension on her swollen labia began to upended her like a teapot, as she pivoted beneath the rope from which she hung. He released the tension on the cord and she seesawed back down. "A-w-w-h-h, y-e-e-h, y-e-e-h, h-e-e, h-e-e!" the helpless teen gurgled into the gag as her decent was stopped abruptly as the cord jerked at the livid pouch of tender flesh trapped between the compressed reeds. The old man giggled as he began to tilt the helpless pretty thing up and down, varying the distance he let her travel before halting her movement with a vicious tug on the cord held firmly in his hand. The girl's muffled sobs and pitiful crying whimpers were music to the old man's ears. His withered cock began to spring slowly to life. Maria felt her own bottom throb in sympathy feeling the familiar pain from memory, memories that caused the hair covered lips of her vagina to begin to drool. The old man directed her and she picked up first one then another of the pots and hung them by the attached cords from the rings affixed to the suspended girl's nipples, the weight pulling her head down. The pitiful sobs from the girl's tortured throat increased at this newest humiliation at the hands of the young indian girl. The pain in her bound and swollen nipples increased under the stretching pull of the weight of the heavy weighted pots. The old oriental cackled at her sobs and moans of discomfort as he watched the young indian slut hang the third pot from the helpless girl's bound labia. Maria then set about transferring and adding sand to the pots till the moaning form was once again suspended level. The dark eyes of the old oriental pervert gleamed as he looked at the twisted piece of living sculpture he had wrought. Sandra's body formed a milky white crescent, framed with the tight brown wrappings of the coarse hemp encasing her torso, arms and legs. The pale skin of her freckled shoulders was a reddish hue from the tension on the tortured joints as her arms were drawn back and formed a perverted hemp wrapped steeple over her arched back. Like the forstay of a mighty sailing ship a cord ran to the top of the girl's forehead and ended with the twin metal tines embedded deeply in her nostrils pulling her head back at an acute angle, her pale neck forming a graceful curving column of pink white flesh. Her darting tearful green eyes lent a measure of animation to the sculpture, her cheeks bulged out from the bulk of the gag filling her mouth. The tight hemp wrappings around her chest hid the finely sculpted ribs clearly visible through the blue veined nearly translucent skin drawn tightly across her ribcage by the arch of her muscled back. Her heavy pendulous breasts hung fatly between the compressing wrapping around her chest. The blotched white flesh of her breasts was stretched to points by the heavy weighted pots hung from her tightly wrapped nipples. The flat plane of her stomach was pulled tight by the upward arch of her thighs, her vivid red pubes bristling. Her pale thighs were accented by the tight wrappings above and below her knees, holding the long spreader bar securely in place, as it forced her knees a bone cracking distance apart. The dark red brown flesh of her anus and swollen thick meat of her clamped labia shone redly between her splayed thighs, pulled cruelly downward by the weight of the heavy sand filled pot. The arch of her body was completed by her tightly wrapped ankles pulled up over her back to join her wrists, drawing her fleshy buttocks tight. Stepping to the girl's head, the old man began to fumble at the front of his filthy soiled trousers. His eyes watched the wide green eyes of the girl. The thick hooks embedded in her nostrils prevented her from seeing what was going on just beneath her chin. "You look so pretty missee. You are such a good leetle slut for me....you like no? You let old Hattori do these things cause you like, no?." he droned above the girl's pathetic whimpering sobs. He could see the confused denial behind the girl's wide green eyes. "I have someting for you for being such a good slut toy for old Hattori. You like?" he said in a wheedling voice as he tugged on the cord upending the helpless bundle of pink flesh. Sandra was a drift in a sea of pain, the tattered shreds of her humanity were being blown away in the maelstrom of sensations that seared her senses. The agony in her shoulders and hips had filled her brain, dulling it as endorphins anethsitized her ravaged nerves. Only new agonies pierced the veil as pain found new untrodden pathways to her brain. Her pretty green eyes, swollen, spouted an endless stream of tears as her distended mouth groaned a litany of piteous whimpers. Her tortured brain, starved for answers, cast aside reason and found answers to her unremitted agony in herself. Unanswered questions rang in the black cavern of her despair. "Oh god, what have I done that you would cast me into the hands of such madmen?" only silence echoed her deperate cries. Was not one of her captors a servant of god? She had failed somewhere, god had forsaken her, she was somehow at fault. She begged for the pain to stop, pleaded in heartfelt prayer to a pitiless god. In return she received more pain, pain to bombard her dwindling senses, pain to punish the vile being she was convinced existed within herself, pain to drive her to a low beastial plane. Her green eyes widened as she felt her world teeter. Her ears barely heard the mocking words before her eyes met the waiting monstrosity that projected from the old man's loins. The pain shrouded brain of the young teen barely registered the object before her, faintly felt it's hideous touch as the old man carefully rubbed the blunt leaking snout of his erection cock across the pale skin of her freckled face. She moaned with newfound humiliation as he varnished her pale skin with the rank emissions of his knobby cock. The old man snorted with excitement as he grasped the helpless girl's short red hair steadying her head as he painted her fair skin with his foul discharge. The whimpers of the helpless girl changed to the old man's listening ear. Starved for sensations other than searing pain the foul touch of his scaberous rod seemed a soothing caress to the scourged and pathetic girl. The gurgling whimpers turned to mews as his rank slime felt like a medicinal balm in her distorted reality. His withered balls churned pulling tight in their withered bags as sperm boiled. He glossed the young womanly teen's full lips with the leaking fluid and watched with glee as her green eyes lit with gratitude.. A sigh and a grunt issued from his rotting mouth and he thrust his skinny hips forward as a yellowish fountain of rancid sperm vomited from the laughing mouth of his cock. Thick viscous ropes of sperm lashed the helpless girl's upturned face, clotting her eyes and parted mouth. The warm balm of his stinking seed brought mews of delight from the arched throat of the bound girl, her gurgles of delight lost in the grunts of his orgasm. His thick stump spewed it's venomous discharge until his aged prostate pumped vainly at the empty well of his balls. He released his grip on her head and the cord, as he stepped away. Her pale bound form see sawed back and forth, the weighted pots swinging, bringing new daggers of pain that pierced her temporary delusion of comfort. New tears sprang from her green eyes with the realization of another threshold of degradation passed. Tears of her lost innocence mingled with the yellowish drops of filth that indelibly stained the distorted mask of her pretty face. They mingled to form a vile mixture of innocence and depraved perversion to drip from her chin like a libation, a grotesque and obscene offering to her pitiless god, her moans like some sick religious chant filled the silence of the church. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+