Chapter 16
The morning sunlight leaked through the old shutters on the
window and woke Rachel from her dreams. The beautiful young
woman's head swam with visions of spurting cocks. She was
imbibing from their creamy fountains, their viscous loads filling
her mouth to overflowing, bathing her face and chest. Other
muscular tubes assaulted her cunt and ass, stretching her, their
throbbing girths making her feel safe and secure with their
filling presence. The maddening throb of her swollen oversized
clit under the persistent rubbing of the demanding cocks was a
reassuring constant. She was on a long liquid ride her heavy
breasts swaying and bouncing with her labored exertions.
The attractive young girl rose in a trance like state, barely
aware of the actions she had willing performed over the last 48
hours. Her fall had been so far in so short a time that it too
seemed a dream. Each step reminded her it was reality, her new
reality, she had become, of her own accord, a willing and
enthusiastic whore, a slut to every virile cock that wanted to
use her. Her abused cunt was raw from the men and yes, beasts
that had used her. She felt the sticky wetness that still
dribbled from her stretched and aching cunt. It wet her bottom,
the crevass between her firm cheeks thoroughly greased by the
leftover sperm. Her back and buttocks throbbed from the lashing
she had received from the old Padre, her nipples, face and knees
hurt too. Then she remembered, the in her knees was from the
fucking the old Padre had given her. Her face burned with shame
as she remembered offering her dripping bottom to the old priest.
She could still feel how his cock slicked into her distended cunt
on the spent sperm that coated her insides. She could still feel
the raw ache as her knees and cheek, grated across the old wooden
floor as the old black Padre had fucked into her upturned cunt
with a maniacal fury. She remembered the insane lust she felt as
she helped in her own degradation. She recalled the cramping in
her stomach as she used her strong supple muscles to milk the old
man's cock, how she had reached back to fondle and cradle his
swaying balls, trying to make it good for him. Her last memory
was of the long orgasm she had as she pinched at her swollen clit
with her own grimy fingers, scratching and clawing at the
sensitive nerve bundle to heighten her own pleasure as the old
priest filled her raw and aching young cunt with the dregs from
his withered balls.
The beautiful 18 year old walked to the hook on which hung the
simple cotton peasant dress, all that remained of her belongings.
The Padre had removed her suitcase and other belongings. Even
denying her footware. She raised her arms painfully, the welts
and bruises crying out from her movements. The light from the
window shone across the broad white expanse of her large breasts
as she put on the old dress. Her heavy breasts swayed within the
loose confines of the dress, the long fingers of her red nipples
clearly visible through the light fabric. She walked out of her
room and down the dark hallways of the church. She dreaded what
awaited her at the laundry. Her dread was mixed with a sick
sense of anticipation. What did she have to hide from them?
They had taken her, they had degraded her in a way that was
beyond her imagination. And still she was excited at the
prospect what might await. She stepped from the dark church into
the bright light of a new day.
