Message-ID: <34930asstr$1011935403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: toryu88@hotmail.com (sir_kraken) X-Original-Message-ID: <1fff344a.0201241018.390c0de0@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 24 Jan 2002 18:19:00 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 24 Jan 2002 10:19:00 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Vestal Whore: Communion of Degradation Chap 44 {Toryu} (fM+ reluc interr degrad oral anal nc/cons bdsm breast sad beast pierc exhib fist inc religion) Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2002 00:10:03 -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: gill-bates, hecate 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 44 The old man sat back, the sweat coating his face gave the wrinkled slits of his aged Asian face a simian quality. Long wet strands of his thinning hair hung down his yellow forehead sprung free from the knot at the back of his head. His thin lips pulled into a tight smile of satisfaction as he observed his work. He turned to the old black Priest and his smile broadened to reveal the brown rotten stumps of long neglected teeth. "Nice? Yes?" he said not really expecting an answer. As his eyes returned to the taunt arch of pink and white flesh suspended in the center of the room. The young freckled teen with the womanly curves hung four feet off the floor. A human bow of muscle and bone. Her arms were drawn back, elbows almost touching, welded together by a solid wrapping of coarse hemp rope to her wrists. Her white legs, bent at the knees were drawn back over her ample buttocks. A spreader between her knees splayed her thighs, the strain on her wide hips clearly seen in their taunt flesh. The solid wrappings at her ankles were joined to those at her wrists, her nubile body bent into the shape of a rocking "A". The pale pinkish flesh of her torso and waist was imprisoned in a tight sheath of still more wrappings of coarse hemp rope. Her large pendulous breasts hung distorted, squeezed though a narrow gap in tight corset of rope. The thick red nubs of her nipples were wrapped with thin cord from which hung empty rings. Her fat pink aureoles were swollen and wet from the attentions of the old man. The rope creaked as the bound beauty slowly turned suspended from a single rope affixed to the rope corset at her body's precise center of balance. Even in the dim light of the rectory the cruel vise, formed by two thin dried stalks of cane, trapping the swollen pouting lips of her swollen labia was visible. Her head was held up and back, her pretty features distorted by the twin hooks inserted in her nostrils. Her clear freckled chin hung down, her mouth agape as her breath rasped quietly from her throat. Her red hair framed her quiet face, beads of sweat sparkled in the fine red hair of her brows. The pink tinted finely veined skin of her lids sheltered innocent eyes soon to open to madness. The old Priest stepped toward the suspended form and turned her for his inspection. He noted the smooth white skin was marked only by a fine sprinkling of reddish freckles. Here and there Blue veins were visible beneath the translucent paleness. He skin seemed to possess a tender pink cast, adding to her helplessness. His wandering gaze fell on the dark crevass between her splayed legs and it's pink hued flesh. "This one might well be a virgin. No telling with the sluts from Norte America." he intoned in his deep voice. It was a struggle to keep his building excitement out of his voice. The aphrodisiac of control he had become addicted to was working it's magic as it transformed a lump of inert flesh into a pulsing mace of power, a club with which he would dominate. He would train this one too, with the old man's help. She would become another slobbering vessel of lust, begging to be filled with the spent lust of men. She would learn to worship her new master, her new god, the phallus. In doing she would damn herself so that others might be saved. His mind continued to ramble, but his fingers were purposeful. His thick black digits slid between the buttocks of the unconscious girl. He grunted in satisfaction as his index finger met resistance as it wormed it's way between the damp clinging flesh of her pink labia. His demanding probing brought a waking whimper from the young teen. Hatori saw the stirrings of the girl, and stepped to her head, gag in hand. He quickly stuffed the crude ball gag into her mouth, forcing it past her full pink lips and between her small white teeth. The girl's eyes opened in wide panicked confusion. She tried to buck but the tense contorted shape of her body prevented anything more than a moaning wail of desperation and confusion. Sandra woke to pressure on her jaw, with a start of panic she felt something hard and unyielding being forced into her mouth past her teeth prying her jaws apart to rest heavily on her tongue. She tried to scream, snorting a breath through her freckled nose only to feel a crushing pressure on her chest preventing all but a shallow breath. Her mind besotted with panic she tried to move, tried to thrash her arms, her legs only to feel them pinned in a numbly in a seeming immovable vice. She began to moan and wail, utter confusion mapped across her pretty face. The faint sounds of laughter began to penetrate the veil of panic that cloaked her mind. All was madness as she saw the room spin, the walls turning, two laughing figures to the side, no, behind her, no, wait. The room wasn't spinning, she was. Vomit rose in her throat as the dull ache of her shoulders and hips penetrated the rapidly evaporating shelter of unconsciousness. The icy fingers of panic once more gripped her brain threatening to crush it, her wide green eyes rolled as she tried to buck and thrash, only robbing her of what little air her starving lungs were rationed by the merciless ropes. Panic engulfed her, devouring her reason and consumed her strength. Exhaustion finally claimed her helpless pink form. Hanging from the single rope she looked like a plump pink grub imprisoned in the brown wrapping of a giant spider. Helpless, the only evidence of life, her pitiful whimpering sobs. The high pitched "hmee hmee hmee" of her sobs partly stifled by the gag in her mouth and constricted chest, sounding like some demented laugh, reflective of her tenuous grasp on reason. Surely this was madness she thought, a horrible dream, a nightmare. He mind was distracted by the dull aching throb from too many places to track. She couldn't move, numbness competed with pain for space in her confused brain. Suddenly a face, a voice, a floating straw in a boiling sea, her mind lunged, coughing and screaming toward the one desperate hope. "You wakee, missee?" the greasy face said to her. "You like your new home? You be new toy for Hatori, yes?" The babbling of the wrinkled face only confused her. Her tear filled green eyes focusing and unfocusing on the leering gash of a mouth, not able to comprehend what he was saying. 'Hmee, hmee, hmee." leaked from behind the gag as despair threatened to once again threaten the brain beneath the short red hair. "There is nothing to be afraid of my child." the rich sonorous tones of a familiar voice soothed her. "You are where god willed, my child. You have been brought to here to serve." the voice continued. She felt a warm hand on her side, turning her. The dark face of the old Padre loomed above her. "You will be taught to serve. Your flesh will become a temple upon which the sinful can redeem themselves." he said as his thick fingers probed between her splayed thighs. "You must first be cleansed of the foul taint of self and selfishness that have polluted this vessel of the lord." he said raising his wet slick fingers before her eyes. "This is not an easy lesson. It is learned only through abject repentance and humility. You must debase yourself before us, before all, and only then can you fulfill god's purpose." he said as he wiped his soiled fingers across her gaping lips. The girl struggled in revulsion at the man's words and actions. Her mind reeling as he continued, his hands exploring her helpless body. "To this end I place you in the hands of my friend. He shall show you the path. In his demanding cruelty you will find your way, your ultimate purpose." -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+