Chapter 21
The foursome had been reduce by one as the old japanese had sent
his son Tahio off to do his morning chores. The two old men lay
on the cum stained mattress discussing the young American slut as
she groveled between them, her pale ivory form contrasting
against the chalky blackness of the priest's and the oily yellow
of the Asian's thighs.
Moans of satisfaction came from her as she cuddled her lithe form
between then suckling on their partially erect cocks. Her
perfect figure lay curled between the men, thighs and buttocks
streaked with dry and drying sperm that had leaked from the
distended holes of her overflowing cunt and ass, the twin
orifices still oozing the mingled seed of the three men. The old
Padre talked about her as she raised his hardening cock and
lapped at the cum streaked shaft with her little pink tongue.
"M-m-m-m-m-m-H, mo-o-o-r-e.....cock, m-m-m-m-m-h,
mo-o-o-r-e...cum", was all she could think of as she milked the
semi had cocks of the two old men.
Her blond head was matted with sweat and cum and strands of hair
were stuck to her high forehead and cheeks. She smiled, her
pretty face stained with the dried sperm she had failed to
swallow when she enthusiastically sucked the three men throughout
the night. Her bright blue eyes looked at the old Priest
searching for approval but in finding none, she bent more eagerly
to her task of suckling his thickening cock.
The old japanese ran the finger of his right hand along the
ligature marks that encircled the girl's large breasts. Her ass
rested against his crotch as she leaned across the fat priest's
leg gobbling his new erection. The old Asian dipped the fingers
of his left hand between the swollen lips of the attractive
girl's twat to grab and pinch the swollen engorged flesh of her
clit. The trim figure of the young American shuddered as her
cunt spasmed in a mini orgasm at the cruel touch of the old
Asian.
The men continued to talk and resolved to share the young
American missionary. Each recognizing that it was better to
degrade the willing girl together than to compete with one
another like dogs over a succulent bone. The young willing
American slut had demonstrated that she was able and eager to
satisfy both of them and more.
They each had their own reasons and uses for degrading the young
girl, and so long as they did not compromise one another, they
could accommodate each other.
Hours later, the Padre returned to Rachel's room where she had
been sleeping. Hattori and his son had long since returned to
their shack along the river. Armored with indifference, the old
Priest grabbed the sleeping girl by her long blond hair and
dragged her with little resistance to the wooden table in the
rectory.
Working quickly the old Padre securely bound her to a wooden
chair, each leg to the chair leg and hands behind her back. He
pushed the chair backward against the table, affording himself
unfettered access to the beautiful girl's cunt. He next turned
to the small bag he had placed on the table earlier. He removed
a needle like awl and a collection of brass rings of various
diameter and thickness.
He walked behind the bound girl and before she could react,
reached around and stuffed the familiar stump of a candle into
her mouth and bound it in place.
"That should keep you quiet," he said to no one in particular.
He bent to his work quickly, grabbing the thick flesh of her
outer labia between thumb and forefinger. Pulling it outward, he
gripped the flesh and pulled it taunt. He raised the awl and
positioned it against the flesh inward of her thin inner labia
and her thigh. A full half inch from the slit of her cunt.
Rachel jumped at the first prick of the needle sharp tool. The
Priest quickly grasped a chunk of cork from the table and without
pausing thrust the awl through the flesh into the cork. The
muscular body of the beautiful girl twitched and jerked with the
pain of the piercing and her bladder voided forming a puddle
under the chair.
"You stupid slut," the Padre sneered. "These will serve to mark
you as the whore you are." They will give me some control over
what you do with that cunt you bear between your legs."
Grasping an inch thick ring he forced it through the puctured
flesh and secured it by expanding the gap and fitting in place a
perforated brass bead. Over the next 40 minutes he performed the
operation 7 more times, affixing four rings through the the thick
flesh of the girl's cunt, lining her labia with the rings of the
yellow metal. With a satisfied grunt he stood back and surveyed
his handiwork. The smooth skin of naked bound girl seemed paler
than normal against the dark piss stained chair. Her body
trembled from the burning pain in her crotch. The old Padre's
dark eyes looked at the pain fogged eyes of the once proud
American girl, now his willing slut and whore. He glanced at the
kaleidoscope of color in her groin, the glittering gold of the
brass rings against the pale white canvas of her skin, fringed
the platinum curls of her pubes, highlighted by the ruby drops of
her blood where it seeped from her violated flesh. Where each
ring invaded her flesh the skim had an angry rose like blush.
In time he would be able to secure all the rings with a lock,
denying all but the possessor of the key, access to the beautiful
girl's cunt. He turned one last time to the table and lifted the
piercing tool. In his hand he also held a length of string. In
a quick motion he captured the helpless girl's oversized clit
between his thumb and forefinger and securely tied the string
around the thick projection. The priceless bundle of nerves
quickly began to swell. Rachel's blue eyes became as large as
saucers as she watched the Padre placed the blood stained lump of
cork against her clit now swollen to the thickness of the Padre's
little finger and half as long. He placed the needle like awl
against the tender flesh, and pushed it slowly through the
sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Uh-n-n-n-n-ny-y-y-y-y!!" the helpless girl screamed though the
gag in her mouth. Rachel's scream echoed only in her brain as
the gag muffled her cry. The burning agony of the Priest's
sadistically slow piercing bloomed and grew, it grew to engulf
her thighs, it crept upward to compressed her breathing, raced up
her throat, her chest heaved, her great breasts flopped and
rolled across the narrow expanse. Her nipples grew hard and her
pale blue eyes rolled in their sockets as the expanding bubble of
agony burst into a blinding orgasm. The old Priest twisted the
awl bringing spasm after spasm to the orgasmic paroxysms of the
bound girl. The ropes holding her to the chair cut into pale
smooth flesh as she thrashed and jerked, dancing out her ecstasy
of carnal release.
When the trim form of the young girl grew still the old Padre
fixed the last ring in place. On it he hung a chain of quarter
inch links supporting a heavy two inch crucifix. He nodded his
head in satisfaction.
"You are now marked as god's whore," he said. "The weight of
this cross will remind you to who's service you are dedicated."
He reached down an removed the binding string from her clit and
lifted the cross from it's resting place on her thigh, and let it
drop. The sudden jolt of the chain on the ring in her clit
sparked a mini orgasm as the pain soared through her debauched
body.
The young white college girl looked down at her newly adorned
cunt. The yellow of the brass flashed in the light and the
weight of the heavy rings pulled at her swollen cuntlips. The
cool metallic caress of the rings against her abused labia
coursed through her like tiny electric pulses. Her pussy
throbbed at the sight and feel, her mind a confusion of
contradicting thoughts. Pride at the mark of her new life fought
with a spark of indignant outrage at the abomination the Priest
had inflicted on her perfect body. A body that had never known
sex born of love, and was now a willing and vile sump for every
perverted lust that ever entered a man's mind. A second shudder
ran through her as the cold metallic crucifix brushed her thigh
and tugged at her clit as it swung to and fro.
"Gawd, it's wonderful", her mind oozed, as the tugging and
metallic thrill coursed through her each time she moved.
His work done, the Padre began to untie the attractive American,
her face stained with tears. As he finished and stood back, the
young slut fell to her knees, eagerly nuzzling his crotch.
"Very well", he sighed as he leaned back against the table as the
eager girl feed his rod of black gristle, holding it in her small
white hands. Her dainty fingers stroked and cradled his sperm
filled balls as she hungrily engulfed his purple plum sized glans
with her plump lips. A gurgle of delight escaped her throat as
she gobbled and slurped at the coal black tube. The dull throb
coming from her newly mutilated cunt forgotten as she tied to
coax the thick cream she so desperately needed from the stiffing
black cock.
She dragged her lips the length of the black tube of gristle,
pressing her sweating forehead against his overhanging gut as she
struggled to swallow the length of the thick black cock. She
thrilled at forcing her mouth down the shaft until the swollen
purple-black head lodged in her throat. She felt pride in her
ability to hold it there despite the spasms in her rebelling
throat at the invasion of the thick rod.
The girl's pretty face shone with sweat as she labored over the
thick black rod that was now her master. She pressed her pale
white form, so defenseless in its nudity against the fat thighs
of the man who had just mutilated the mouth of her most cherished
possession, her womb. She debased herself for his vile pleasure,
in return for having indelibly marked her as a brazen whore for
the rest of her pathetic life. Her life's aspirations forgotten
in a rain of strange men's sperm, she had become a groveling
whore, nothing more than a hairy slobbering hole to be filled by
their hard masterful cocks.
The coal black staff erupted with a fountain of thick viscous
sperm as the pretty American's lips left the swollen head.
"U-h-h-h-h", the girl moaned in disappointment as a long thick
string rose and fell on her face, crossing her nose and lips.
She struggled to capture the spouting snout of the throbbing cock
to catch and savor the thick cream she had struggled to bring
forth.
"A-h-h-h-h", the old priest grunted as the former college student
suckled the sensitive head of his black cock. She lapped at the
cum streaked shaft licking and sucking the excess sperm from her
fingers. Her pink tongue snaked out to scoop the large gob of
spunk from her upper lip as it dripped from her pert freckled
nose like some obscene string of snot. Her face was radiant,
blue eyes sparkling as she gazed up with adoration at the
indifferent face of her mutilator, his thick masterful black rod
still clutched in her hand.
