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.
