Chapter 11
It was early in the morning as Hatori entered the rectory to do
the regular cleaning and collection of soiled linens. He stopped
in mid stride when he saw the sight before him. Tahio his son
and the large mastiff nearly collided with him his halt was so
sudden. For a moment he was bewildered at what lay before him.
He knew the old Padre would be gone till midday, but why was the
young American girl displayed so? It could only have been done
by the Padre he reasoned, as he was her guardian. A not so
benevolent guardian it seemed. Maybe he and the Priest had more
in common than he thought. Silently he approached the table
looking for something that might explain the puzzle before him.
He saw the old books and leafed through the Jesuit texts gleaning
enough from the engravings to know what the priest was doing to
the girl. Why he could only imagine.
"So primitive," he snorted under his breath. Looking toward the
girl, he motioned to his son to remain where he was, the large
dog straining at his collar at the scent of musk heavy in the
air. He could not believe his good fortune. He could think of
nothing else since laying eyes on the American girl the day
before. He took his lust and frustration out on Maria these last
few days. Even now she suffered for his pleasure, tied and
trussed with coarse hemp waiting his return.
Rachel could sense a presence in the room, but could see nothing
through the hood.
"Look at de leetle missy" a familiar voice hissed. "La Puta, si,
Hatori?, the old japanese laundry man said as ran a rough hand
over the smooth skin that clad the teen's finely muscled back.
The thick muscles along her spine standing out in relief as her
back arched. His hands cupped her heavy breasts, drawing a
whimper from the girl as it pulled on her swollen blue nipples.
The old man's hand slid down the girl's back and around the curve
of her buttock. He cupped the firm flesh and squeezed it in
appreciation. He unceremoniously wormed a bony finger between
the exposed lips of the defenseless girl's pussy, still slick
with the Padre's leavings.
"Can I fuckee, the Missee, papa?" the youth babbled as he
watched his father finger the girl.
The naked girl shuddered not at the sound of the idiot babbling
of the large oriental youth, but at the wave of delight she felt
as the bony finger explored her bottom. His other had joined the
first, spreading her for inspection, the large nub of her clit
rising in response. She felt a feeling in her stomach, a feeling
of near nausea, not at her exposure, her debasement, nor the
repellent touch of the old man. No, it was a sick empty feeling
that they might leave her, that they might not use her. Might
not fill her with their filthy squirming seed. This very thought
should have sickened her, but she felt only satisfaction, that
her womb might receive yet another baptism of viscous sperm. The
helpless teen began to buck and grunt around the candle that
filled her mouth. Trying to feel more of the maddening fingers
that probed her exposed sex. The old man used one hand to pry
her slick labia apart, the old Padre's sperm still clinging to
the sparse hairs. Hatori sniggered to himself at the sight of
the red raw flesh of the poor girl wet with the spent seed of the
old priest. Hitori grinned at the sight of the raised red finger
of the girl's inflamed clit. With sadistic glee he caught the
livid bundle of nerves between the thumb and forefinger and
pinched it cruelly as the the kneeling young woman thrashed and
bucked in her bound position.
The old man motioned to the retarded youth to bring the dog
forward, the mammoth dog champing with agitation. The old man
jerked his fingers from the girl's privates and held them in
front of the slobbering dog's muzzle. The dog sniffed at the
oily goo coating the Hatori's fingers and immediately began to
lap at the musky smelling slime when the dog had finished with
the man's hand his head raised his nose searching for the now
familiar smell. Tahio had a hard time restraining the large
animal as he strained at the chain collar slowly pulling the
youth toward the two half moons of the girls ass.
Rachel jerked at the first cold contact of the dog's nose with
the hot flesh of her quim. Her nerve endings sparked and sizzled
as the dog assaulted her exposed privates. The poor girl made an
inviting target, her tight ass cheeks standing tall and exposed
on the firm columns of her long thighs. Her lean buttocks stood
high and firm, exposing her sex in the wide cleft between the
firm cheeks. The sparse blonde hair that covered her plump
swollen labia fairly bristled, beaded damply with the the
priest's slime. Her swollen inner labia protruded out like some
greedy tongue, red and swollen. With a cursory sniff,
Conquistador's broad tongue began to lap at the long labia, in a
perverted parody of two lovers French kissing. The dog seemed
intent at plumbing the very depths of the poor girl's womb to get
the mixture of musk and cum.
Rachel thought she would die when she felt the old man remove his
wriggling fingers leaving her open and empty. She waved the
split half moons of her ass from side to side in an obscene
effort to recapture the feeling. The wet touch of the dog's warm
tongue brought a wave of excitement coursing through her.
The wailing "No-o-o-o-o-o! that rang through her mind when she
deduced the true identity of the brute assaulting the treasure of
her upturned pussy, came out a muffled moan through the plug of
wax filling her mouth. She began to thrash and jerk as the
perversion invaded her mind and senses. Each pull and jerk
caused agony in her poor nipples and nose. Pain and humiliation
competed for space within the girl's consciousness.
Rachel thought she had sunk to the depths of depravity, but she
was wrong, the hungry ministrations of the dog's tongue began to
assuage the girl's pain. Once again the fire in her filthy cunt
began to betray her. A low pitiful whimper vibrated in her
throat as the dog continued to lap at her.
The old man stood watching the depraved display, idly squeezing
the girl's left breast as it hung heavily beneath her, his own
right hand rubbing the erection that tented the front of his
loose pantaloons.
"Tahio, Conquistador, no mas", he barked as he motioned with his
arm. His babbling son pulled the animal away from the girl, her
elevated bottom wet with dogs sticky saliva.
"Now Missee...we see if I feet yor leetle pussy...", he said as
he fumbled with his pantaloons, shoving them to his knees. The
hooded girl was spared the sight of the old man's scab covered
candy little legs as he waddled to the waiting girls elevated
buttocks.
The old man positively drooled at the cleft of flesh before him.
The teen's firm buttocks were at his waist level, their muscular
firmness creating a wide cleft in which the bruised slit of her
pussy and pink rosebud of her sphincter could not hide. No the
wide glistening cleft of her ass, elevated on the muscular
columns of her thighs displayed her charms obscenely.
Impatiently, the old man fisted his rancid cock and waddled up to
the charms the bound girl offer up to him. He ran the knobby
head of his cock up and down the angry red lips of the girls
labia luxuriating in the slickness left by those before him.
With a delighted grunt he rammed his warty shaft into the swampy
cunt. His claw like hands clutched the girls narrow hips and his
pelvis began the rhythmic motion as old as time.
Rachel moaned at this new invasion, her hips soon moving in time
with the fleshy piston drubbing against her batter cervix. A
steady low moan growled in her throat, as her thighs flexed
pushing her ass back against the pelvis that pounded against her
upturned ass. She knew she was truly lost as she thought not an
instant of the cock or it's owner, but focused on the thrill it
gave her, on how it's creamy load might taste and feel on her
tongue. He mind was lost in an effort to create an image of what
it looked like lancing in and out of her poor battered pussy.
The old man stared at the back of the girl though his slanted
eyes, sweat dripping from the ends of his greasy mustache to drip
on the upturned curves of her ass. He watched the subtle flexing
of her muscular back as she supported herself and pushed
backwards against him. "Such a whore she is, he thought", with
contempt. "It took over three years for him to train Maria, to
the point that this young puta has come to in a day!" he
marveled to himself. He watched as beads of sweat formed along
the thick muscles of her spine and coalesced to pool along the
hollow of her spine. Drops from her proud upturned ass ran down
to join the pool as she labored slavishly to milk his cock.
The old man groaned inwardly at the soft flesh that encased his
rod. The warty growths of his ancient member chaffed and tore at
the tender near virginal flesh that clung to it with each
outstroke. He could feel every squeeze of the girl's cunt
muscles, deliberately milking him. His eyes traveled upward at
the motion of his idiot son, as he stood questioning by the
girl's hooded head. A grim smile spread across the old man's
face as he nodded. Fumbling with the cords knot, the spit wet
candle soon fell with a clump to the wooden floor. The youth
next removed the hood, the girl blinking wildly as she became use
to the light. Her eyes brimmed with tears, from pain, relief or
humiliation, it mattered not, as she wormed her ass backward as
best she could, not missing a beat of the old man's tempo as his
bony hips thudded into the muscular cheeks of her buttocks that
she gladly offered up to him, arching her back back to make her
quim more accessible.
