Chapter 37
Rachel knelt naked in the center of the room, the stiff collar
around her neck connected to the leash that led to the Sergent's
calloused hand. The lamplight in the shone off her pale naked
flesh. Her hands were clasped together, her arms beneath her
heavy swollen breasts. She knelt silently head down the taste of
the two soldier's cum still fresh in her mouth. They had offered
her their cocks to suck, and suck them she had, filling her
grateful mouth with their rich creamy sperm. Feelings of
revulsion and shame mixed with the warmth of pride she felt at
the thought that she could so easily bring them to climax, her
practiced hands coaxing the thick seed from their tight scrotums.
Lost in her private tangle of emotions, she heard a declaration
that cut to her soul, like a clarion bell it rang in her skull,
filling her with hollow dread. Tonite she would be taken to the
barracks. She would be given to the men of the camp like a
common whore. Her stomach knotted as the bile rose, surely they
would not do that to her, she was theirs. They would protect
her. She belonged to them. The mirage of security she felt in
their company vanished as the Sergeant pulled at the leash
forcing her head to raise.
"Puta, tonight you will visit the men. They will like you, I
think, yes." the Sergeant said with a laugh. "You will be the
good whore, I think." he said underscoring his words by bringing
the looped end of the leash down savagely across her bare buttock
leaving a livid red welt. The bells hanging from her pierced
nipples tinkled as the flesh of her heavy breasts woggled from
the blow.
The attractive teen bit her lip to the pain as it flashed through
her. She groaned not because of the blow, but at the sick
feeling of anticipation it released in her. The empty dread and
revulsion that filled her gave way to the tentacles of peverse,
sick excitement. Her mind flashed with images of strange men and
their erect cocks. Dark faces filled with leering lust,
connected to torturous hands playing out obscene, demonic needs.
The realization that she would be the instrument of their
fulfillment caused her stomach heave as her pussy convulsed, a
thick jet of guilty musk leaking through the thin hair that
fringed her swollen pierced labia.
A tug at the leash caused her stomach to heave, driven by a
moaning wail, as she leaned to the side to vomit up a pool of
white cum. The sight of the rank fluid she had so recently
swallowed, sent guilt scalding through her. "You are a whore",
her conscience screamed at her. "Not even these vile men would
want you." it laughed at her. "You are nothing, good only to be
used and to give others vile and obscene pleasure." The maniacal
laughter she heard was her own, as she dipped a small finger in
the congealing pool of vomitus cum and licked at it with her tiny
pink tongue.
Another tug and she came to all fours behind the Sergeant her
whore's bells tinkling as the heavy liquid filled sacks of her
breasts fell to hang heavily beneath her like twin udders.
"Uno momento", the Lieutenant said. He stepped forward and
unclipped the harness from her waist. He pulled the twin ropes
clear of her crotch, noting the slimy wet section that had been
imbedded between her labia.
The young anglo teen groaned as her swollen clitoris burned and
throbbed as the tension of the two rough ropes fell away and
circulation returned. The first moan was followed by another as
the Lieutenant forced his thumb into her upturned sphincter at
the same time he buried three fingers in her clutching wet cunt.
She glanced back at the man and waggled her plumping bottom in
offering. He pulled his fingers dripping from her snatch and
offered them to her. Tears sprang to her bright blue eyes as her
tongue snaked out from between her smiling lips lick and suck at
the evidence of her own sluttishness.
"Arrer!" he said bringing his hand down on her bottom with a
"crack" as one would a horse. "Seguir adelante! Go ahead, puta,
the hungry men await!" he said with a laugh. "It is claro that
you are ready." he said looking at his wet fingers.
The Sergeant stepped from the Lieutenant's hut, trailing on the
leash behind him she began the slow crawl across the camp to dark
barracks door.
The moonlight shone off her pale skin lending it the hue of
ivory. The flash of yellow marked the instant when the rings of
brass in her labia and bells hanging from her nipples caught the
moonlight. Her heavy breasts swayed beneath her, their heavy
load of colostrum filling them, the tincling bells hanging from
her long distended nipples nearly dragging the ground beneath
her. Her taunt buttocks flexed as she crawled, broader than
weeks before due to the raging tide of hormones that were only
now abating in the wake of her empty womb.
Her mind raged as she crawled, ordering her arms and legs to
cease moving as her wide eyes watched the black doorway grow
larger, looming before her like a maw set on devouring her. A
giddiness fought with sickening dread as she crawled propelled by
the obscene desire that ruled her. The heavy crusifix hanging
from the ring in her clit tapped a steady tattoo against her
thigh as it swung tugging and pulling at the sensitive bundle of
nerves.
The Sergeant stopped, the dark doorway stood but eight feet away.
A low moan escaped her throat as he stooped to remove the collar
and leash.
"O-h-h-h-h-h, n-o-o-o-o", she wailed at the realization that he
was taking away the last shred of vaporous pride. No he would
not lead her like a cur into the barracks. She could not hide
behind the lie that she was being made, that she was being forced
to give herself to these faceless men. These peasants. She
would crawl willingly into their coarse caresses. She would know
that she craved their stiff rods and lusted for the thick foaming
sperm that boiled in their heavy balls.
The Sergeant took a step back and watched. With a moan, she
placed first one hand then the other as she began to crawl toward
the dark open doorway. Like a black hole it drew her inexorably
onward. She could hear the nervous and excited murmurs from the
darkness within as the countless eyes caught their first glimpse
of her lacivious form.
Her pale had paused at the threshold of the door, her face turned
back toward the lighted doorway across the camp. Her eyes paused
at the twin figures illuminated in the door. Their laughter
echoed in her ears. With a sob, she turned her pretty face,
tears streaming down her pink cheeks. She extended her arm and
the sick need pulled her into the dark maw of the hut. A low
roar of excited male voices rose as her ivory form was swallowed
by the black perversion that waited for her within.
Her wide eyes brimmed with tears as they sought to pierce the dim
light in the barracks. Her little pink tongue snaked out to
nerviously lap at the heavy ring resting above her full upper
lip. She continued to crawl, the doorway leading to a gauntlet
of short dark men. The excited murmuring continued as she
crawled, sudued as the men were awed by the peverse spectacle
they could have only dreamt about in thier unspoken twisted
fantasies.
The narrow corridor of men led to a line of dirty cotton quilts
in the center of the barracks. At the base of the long walls
were their sleeping mats. A hearth stood at the far end.
Several oil lamps lit the dim interior.
She crawled as the assembled men, nearly twenty in all closed on
her as she neared the center of the room. A man, a boy really
stepped forward as she crawled, her eyes met his and a smile of
recognition flitted on her lips. The young soldier from the day
of her arrival. The boy, several years younger than Rachel,
reached down with a hand to brush away the strands of matted hair
that obscured her face.
The murmurs rose as the men saw the girl's beauty. Even through
the dirt, the mortified and marred flesh, the young anglo girl
looked like an obscene vision of the Madonna herself. Alabaster
skin reddened and chaffed, the flesh mortifed by the rings, the
swollen, leaking milky breasts. Every lust filled mind saw the
same adolesent vision, felt the hot rush of guilt sear their
loins and twist into guilt driven anger at the blameless girl.
The foul and obscene melding of carnal lust and religious
iconography was as old as religion, the old tools of lust and
guilt worked their magic as each mind vilified and blamed the
object of their own lustful vision and thus absolved themselves
of blame.
Rachel smiled up at the boy past the heavy ring hanging from her
pierced septum. As she watched, the boy's smile turned to a leer
as his hand tightened in her hair pulling her forward. The
feeling that flickered in Rachel, died, as she saw the swollen
knob of the boy's slim cock snaking out of his fist. His young
hand slid down her face to hook it's thumb in the ring hanging
from her nose. With a chuckle he pulled the thumb upwards
forcing her face up and back. He continued to pull her forward
her mouth agape. She groaned at the humiliating pain in her nose
forcing her lips to part and accept the slimy knob into her wet
mouth. A low moan rumbled in her throat as the consuming dread
and revulsion were extinguished by the hot wind of lust that
roared from the furnace of her clit.
Against her will she raised her hands to the hard lucious cock
the young boy offered her. She mewed as she sucked and lapped at
the delicious prong. The boy looked around the room at the other
men, many older than he, in triumph.
The tension broken, a dozen hands decended on the young american,
caressing, squeezing, probing, pinching and pulling. Dirty nails
and calloused hands marred the girl's pale skin as they hungrily
pawed the form that only existed in their dreams before tonite.
Rachel groaned in guilty pleasure as she felt the many strange
hands roaming her body. Her mind floated within a jar of thick
obscentity. Like a preserved laboratory sample her brain's mind
eye watched from where it floated suspended in the rank foulness,
watching the mixed crowd of indians, mestizos, mullato's and
other racial mongrels feasted on her lurid sexuality. Dirty
hands caressed and squeezed her soft yeilding flesh, pinched and
pulled, each yearning to hear a whimper or groan issue from the
girl in response. Other fingers pushed and probed exploring the
clinging wetness of her quim, toyed with the wet glistening rings
in her labia, pulled and tugged at the suspended crusifix which
was an extension of her grotesquely swollen clit. Fingers
squeezed and milked at her heavy hanging breasts, drops of
collostrum flowed down her whore's bells dripping to bead on the
packed dirt floor beneath her.
The attractive girl moaned around the cock stuffing her mouth as
she began to shudder beneath the strange hands. Her minds's
disembodied image of herself pushing her inflamed clit to climax.
She grunted and snuffled around the cock like a rooting sow as
she surrendered control of her body to the black orgasm. The
finger stuffing her cunt felt the guilty spasims, watching eyes
saw the telltale flexing and contracting of her finely chiseled
muscles.
Twenty masculine throats laughed at the girl's guilty display,
and as many minds absolved themselves of any lingering guilt, for
surely this was a puta, a low and base whore. All doubts were
gone.
Suddenly as if one mind, they pulled her free of the young boy's
cock, her mouth working like a waterless fish as hands picked her
up and deposited her kneeling on the collection of mats in the
center of the hut. Eager hands grasped her fleshy hips,
spreading her firm cheeks. A dark burly figure kneed his way
between her splayed legs. Fisting his cock he ran the thick head
up and down the pink crevass of the american girl's fleshy labia,
luxuriating in the feel of the cool metal rings along his pulsing
rod. He grunted with satisfaction as his knob caught in the
throat of her cunt and he leaned into her forcing his thick brown
post between the white and pink flesh of the girl's offered
labia.
"Muy bueno puta", he said with a chuckle as he felt her hips
surge back towards his as the girl's cunt eagerly enveloped his
surging cock.
Hands jackknifed the unresisting girl at the waist, as stiff
cocks were offered to her pale white hands, which her small
fingers gladly embraced. Her slender throat extended with a
groan as she felt the thick post of an unseen cock first plug and
begin to stuff her wet welcoming cock. She eagerly pushed her
ample hips back forcing her dripping cunt against the cock that
speared into her botton. She relinquished her grip on a
throbbing cock to reach between her spayed thighs to cup and
caress the hanging balls of her first rapist. She was rewarded
with a grunt of appreciation before her arm hand was pulled away
and placed on yet another throbbing prong.
The young american's blood began to race, poisoned with black
lust, as her inflamed clit convulsed under the crude caresses of
the countless hands that mauled her. Her blue eyes searched the
milling crowd of sweating male bodies that gathered around her
like a pack of feeding dogs. Hairy hard muscled legs bumped
against her. Her eyes swam from one brown greasy face to
another, leering grins framed with thin greasy moustaches and
filled with rotten teeth rained obscene phrases in coarse spanish
down upon her blond head.
The foul lust filling her veins transmutted her shame and
humiliation into pride and hunger. No longer did the degrading
words burn her ears and pierce her heart. The words spurred her
on to lower and lower levels of self abasement as they filled her
with pride. How could she not be proud that so many men wanted
her, that she could instill such lust in so many with her naked
body? She groaned not in pain, as pitiless fingers twisted and
pulled at the rings embedded in her tenderest flesh. She groaned
in pleasure. Her debauched mind found wild pleasure at the
degradation of her vile physical self. She ground her breasts in
to the coarse hands that squeezed and mauled the heavy milk laden
udders. She pulled against the fingers that twisted the rings
piercing her thick swollen nipples. She groaned in encouragement
at the impatient hands that squeezed and pinched at her pale
flesh, eager to have their turn at degrading her, venting their
black lust into her drooling orifices in a loathful parady of
religious absolution.
Her body cried out in one shuddering climax after another for
thier foul secretions, her mouth hungered for their thick seed,
her skin burned to feel the coarsness of their beards, their
rough demanding touch.
With a volcanic like roar the attractive teen pulled the slender
cock in her right hand to her full lips. Her eyes smiled at the
short dark man connected to the cock she began to kiss and suck.
A moan gargled in her throat as the liquid pulsing of the cock
embedded in her sucking cunt pushed her into yet another climax.
She felt an instance of cool air against her gaping empty cunt,
before a new stiff prong slicked up and down her drooling groove
and stuffed her full!
She felt a new set of hands grip her fleshy hips and pull her
back against him. Her suple thighs began to rock her back and
forth onto the thick cock. Her swollen labia swabbed up and down
the fat gristle kissing every pulsing vein.
The pretty blond worked her plump lips up and down the cock
spearing into her face, her tongue busily caressing the underside
of the strangers fat glans. She heard the groan above her and
felt his hands grip her head hard. The tube of gristle filling
her mouth throbbed and began to spew gobs of thick yellow scum
into her throat. She struggled to pull the crudgel to her lips
so she could suckle at the spewing tip and savor the strong
flavor of the faceless man's seed. She whimpered as he jerked
his spent cock from her suctioning lips, and his fat balls fell
away from her chin. She groaned with delight as two hairless
thighs took his place. Rachel glanced upward and saw a face
younger than her own, the teenage boy towered over her, his face
a mask of contempt and lust. In an instance the boy had stuffed
his hairless cock into the young girl's willing mouth, his
hairless balls rubbing against the tender skin of her cleft chin.
