Chap 43
Sandra was amazed by the thickness of the jungle. Her cloths
were sticking to her as the stifling heat seemed to melt them to
her freckled skin. He view was limited to the broad back of the
fat old Priest perched god like on the horse in front of her and
the thick green vegetation that rose like a wall next to the
narrow trail. She noted that the Padre seemed not to notice the
heat, despite the large dark sweat stain on his black cassock in
the center of his back. The young indian girl rode behind her on
the narrow path. She had been introduced simply as Maria, and
looked pathetic. The thin cotton dress she wore left little to
the imagination. Her brown aureoles were clearly visible
through the thin fabric. Sandra heard the tinkle, and by close
inspection had concluded that the girl had bells hanging from her
thick nipples. She would have been the envy of every "gothic"
gal she knew back at school.
Sandra had been a little surprised that neither her father or
sister had been to meet her. After reassurances from the Priest
she had agreed to go with him to the village where he said they
would meet her. "On the whole, quite an adventure." she thought
to herself. "Wait till mom finds out where I am." she giggled
to herself as the horses plodded along in the heat.
She ignored the pain in her knees as she raised her chest from
the dirt floor to brace herself. Her little fingers scrabbled in
the dirt as she felt the hairy brute's knot stretching her
dripping hole. She had laid for a full thirty minutes
luxuriating in the obscene feeling of the cur's cock and knot
filling her clenching cunt. The muscles of her quim had
memorized every undulation, every detail of the twin hemispheres
of the gorgeous lump of blood engorged canine flesh. The reality
of the act had sent her cunt on a continued orgy of spasms, the
tender flesh rippling and clenching around the log like invader,
unsure whether to expel it or embrace it for all time. The
depraved demon that was her clit assaulted her senses with climax
after filthy climax, as if to bludgeon the remaining reason in
her brain to jelly. Her once articulate voice was reduced to the
bestial grunts and moans of a bitch in heat as the she wallowed
in the wanton depravity of her bestial domination. Now his
instinctual needs sated the cur was finished with her, an ocean of
his seed filling her dilated womb, dammed up behind his shrinking
knot. Now half it's previous size, the cur was attempting to
pull free.
With a sickening wet sucking sound the grayish knot popped free,
followed by a gush of liquid filth, a soup of their mingled
fluids that streamed from the gaping mouth of her distended cunt,
wetting the rings marking her for what she was. The thick
vileness decanted along the heavy chain suspended from her
clitoris to drip luridly from the heavy cross that hung at its'
end. Rachel moaned as she looked back between her heavy hanging
breasts as the liquid guilt pooled beneath her and shuddered as
yet another black climax tingled along her nerves to rouse her
polluted senses.
The thick wet log of her master's cock swung heavily between his
flanks as he walked away disinterested, his primal urge met. The
cur flopped to the dusty ground and began to clean himself as his
human bitch knelt before him forgotten.
The young anglo missionary, once a promising law student,
daughter, knelt in the filthy kennel, her long slender thighs
glistened with spent animal sperm and the depraved secretions of
her defiled womb. Her red streaked buttocks stood high and proud
on the alabaster columns of her thighs. The faint red welts and
bruises of the previous days and fresh scratches from her recent
lover's dew claws, giving her flesh the look of some exotic
marble. The lean moons of her buttocks separated by a wide
chasm, revealing the ravaged flesh of her anus and the pierced
lips of her labia. The dripping mouth of her cunt gaped silently
like some wordless guilty mouth, silent in the face of it's
revealed depravity. Beneath it, the master of her downfall, her
glistening red cardinal of lust, her engorged clitoris. It hung
there pulsing, red and shiny with lust driven blood, it's flesh
puckered around the thick ring piercing its base. Beneath it,
covered in the slime of her loathsome act, hung the heavy cross
and chain, cloyed with the thick congealing filth of her hideous
guilt, symbolic of her defiled self.
Rachel's head hung slackly on her smooth neck, the tendrils of her
matted filthy blond tresses her only modesty as they hung down to
hide her wistfully smiling face. A bead of sweat hung from the
apex of her upper lip to drip to the powdery ground beneath her.
Her slender muscular arms extended like miniature ivory legs,
supporting her upper body. The grotesque balloons that were her
purplish swollen breasts, hung from her chest, fat nipples like
chewed cigar butts, projecting wetly from the pebbly expanse of
her thickened red aureoles. Their weight pulled the skin of her
ribcage taunt, her ribs standing our clearly beneath her pale
skin. The hemp cord circling each breast, stained with sweat and
caked with dirt, cut deeply into the base of each heavy liquid
filled bag of flesh. The muscles and sinews of her back like the
cables of a mighty bridge, stretched taunt, supporting the
downward curve of her back till it rose majestically to join the
brazen ivory globes of her buttocks.
All shame forgotten in her emptiness, she knelt, alone, hollow.
Her keepers forgotten, were exhausted from their voyeuristic
driven coupling.
A low moan rose in the silence, her soiled blond tresses shaking
in denial even as her pale arms braced, and her sperm streaked
thighs tensed to accept the weight of yet another shaggy bestial
lover.
Sandra was surprised by the serenity of the village. It was not
at all what she had expected on the long ride from the train
station. The sun was dipping beneath the horizon as they
dismounted in the village square.
"Come my child, I will show you to your place in the church."
intoned the chocolate voice of the old Padre. "Maria will see to
your things." he said with a nod to the indian girl.
The pretty redhead followed the hulking form of the the old black
priest toward the church. The gaze of her green eyes flitted
around the plaza as they walked in the gathering darkness. Her
pendulous breasts swayed and jiggled freely within her sleeveless
blouse with each clump of her hiking boots. The freckled legs
beneath her tan shorts were stout and firm supporting a set of
womanly hips. The glint of her navel ring shone on her bare
middrift. As she walked her slim freckled arms swung
energetically along her sides. A small hand pushed her short red
tresses behind her right ear as her pert freckled nose sniffed in
an attempt to decipher the gumbo of smells from the village and
surrounding jungle.
The church door opened with a resonating creak, the sound
resonating in the hollow sanctuary. The Priest led her into the
darkness of the church. She followed his shadowy form willingly
as he led her toward the rectory, their way lit by the flickering
flame of a single candle. The air of mystery caused the pretty
young girl's skin to tingle. Soon she would be reunited with her
sister and father. She had made the right decision to come here
she thought as she stepped through the doorway into the rectory.
She barely felt a wisp as the cord of the noose slip over her
pretty head an instant before it drew taunt. Her panicked eyes
flew to the grinning face of the black priest as he stood just
out of reach. Her eyes blurred as her oxygen starved brain began
to fog, her fingers digging at the thin cord cutting into her
neck. The pretty girl fought driven by mindless panic twisting
and turning, thrashing at the end of the pole pressed tightly
against her neck from which the noose extended. Her clouding
green eyes searched for the figure at the end of the pole in the
dim light. Her struggles drove her into the center of the room,
dragging pole and handler behind her. Before shadowy night
descended over her eyes she saw the nightmarish face of an old
oriental man, lifeless cruel eyes consuming her above the gnarled
grin of crooked rotten teeth.
