Chap 41
The burst of 7.62mm rounds stitched across the chest of the young
Lieutenant, three of the rounds passing through him in an
explosion of crimson to embed themselves in the head of the young
trooper walking behind him. The crack of the rounds broke the
early morning silence. The Lieutenant unwisely walking point,
slumped to the ground dead, never knowing he had led the platoon
into a well laid "X" ambush. The veteran sergeant walking drag,
heard the signal shots that killed the Lieutenant, then was
hammered to the ground by converging bursts from right and left.
As he fell a round hit the back of his head, the shock wave
through his liquefied brain matter exploding his eyes from their
sockets.
It was over in minutes, as leaderless, the young troopers huddled
in clumps like sheep as the bandit's automatic weapons fire raked
up and down the trail riddling the unresisting recruits.
The in moments silence returned to the jungle. Only the swish of
the bandits moving through the brush broke the silence. Soon
the rustling of clothing and the clink of equipment could be
heard as the dead were stripped of anything useful. Silently the
leader signaled his men and they returned to the jungle as
wraithlike as they had come.
The clotting blood that pooled on the trail soon attracted the
creatures that lived on carrion. The droning buzz of the blue
flies intensified in the rising heat as they began to feast on
the ruptured wet flesh of the corpses lining the trail. The eyes
of the young Lieutenant stared sightlessly at the rising sun. It
would be months before their remains were found.
The ferrocar chugged persistently along the tracks. Sandra
Falwell had insisted on leaving Santa Cruz as early as she could.
So the "Iron Car" a small gasoline driven car on rails that ran
between the regular scheduled trains was her only alternative.
She sat in the back seat and thought about the pending reunion
with her father and sister. She looked at the missionary trip as
a lark, a vacation away from the smothering presence of her
overbearing mother. Her blue-gray eyes drifted to the vista
outside the open window. The tall mesa's clad in greenery were a
surprise to her. She wrinkled her pert freckle clad nose at the
odor coming from the driver several seats in front of her, with a
toss of her short red hair she dismissed it and her mind went on
to other things.
She wiggled her ample bottom on the plastic of the seat, her
shorts clinging to her sweat wet skin. Sandra was 2 years
younger than her sister Rachel, her 5' 5' frame one measure of
the difference. She had always been jealous of her older
sister's classic Nordic beauty, her's was of a different sort.
Her beauty was more earth mother, all red hair and freckles.
Just as attractive as her sister, her lips full, pert freckled
nose, high cheeks and clear forehead. Her small chin crowned a
smooth jaw. Her shorts revealed that at 16 she already had the
full hips of a mature woman, topping two muscular freckled legs.
Her freckled shoulders were as broad as her sister's. Her
sleeveless top showed that her freckled arms were just as sleek
and firm. The fabric of her top was filled out just as well as
her sister's. Her heavy pendulous breasts, the bane of her
existence at school. Her sister's breasts had always been full
and firm, Sandra's heavy and pendulous. Somehow she had always
felt sloppy in a bikini next to her sister. Her prematurely ripe
body not the sleek athletic one her sister possessed.
Sandra pushed the catty wish that maybe her sister's stay in the
wilds of Bolivia had somehow reduced the beauty of which she was
so jealous.
Exotic thoughts drifted in and out of Sandra's head as the heat
of the day, and the rhythmic clickety clack of the car over the
rail joints lulled her to sleep.
The cook's fat wife pulled Rachel along by her nose ring, the 18
year old crawling as swiftly as her swaying swollen breasts would
allow. The woman had hobbled the young girl, connecting her
ankles and wrists to one another with a length of cord, making it
impossible for the teen to run, forcing her to shuffling along
like some sort of pet.
Esuela took sadistic delight in her humiliation of the young
anglo slut. Her beauty was a source of intense hatred on the
part of the squat indian woman. She smiled to herself as she
quickened her pace pulling the struggling girl, her pitiful
whimpers a source of satisfaction to the fat woman. Esuela knew
how the men had spent the night before. She heard the groaning,
the laughter. She knew the kind of woman this one was. She had
seen the whores bells before. Knew how the men talked and lusted
after women such as her in the villages.
"If she wanted to play the part of the bitch slut, she would have
her chance." Esuela thought as she neared the wooden enclosure.
Sudden shuffling and barking erupted from behind the wooden
slats. Harsh words from the Bolivian woman quelled the barking
but the dogs within congregated near the door in anticipation.
The woman reached up with her free hand and loosened the twisted
wire holding the gate closed. When she opened the gate four
large curs, paced a respectful distance from the opening. Rachel
looked into the filthy interior of the enclosure. It's four foot
high roof was made of wooden slats. It was open to the weather
except for a narrow box like structure along one side providing
protection from the elements. Several large ceramic bowls
contained water, and hear and there a dirty blanket lay in a heap
in the dirt.
Rachel let out a piteous moan as Esuela pulled her by the nose
ring toward the opening.
"In you go, puta!" she said with a sadistic laugh. "Your new
friends want to meet you I think!"
The fat brown arm of the woman pulled Rachel into the enclosure
as far as she could reach. Releasing the ring, she quickly
planted a wide sandaled foot on the naked ass of the crawling
girl and shoved her into the enclosure.
"U-u-u-u-u-h," was all the surprised girl said as she sprawled
forward, the hobbling cords preventing her from catching herself.
She landed on her pretty face, skidding across the hard packed
earth. A moan gurgled from her mouth as her weight fell on the
taunt bags of her filled swollen breasts. She rolled to her
side, fine dust sticking to her perspiration. She wallowed there
afraid to move as the four dogs moved closer sniffing, towering
over her as she lay.
After a few minutes the dogs moved back to the far corner, away
from the feces covered area near the door.
Rachel rose and crawled to an area clear of filth and claimed a
soiled blanket on which to lay. She curled on her side, feeling
the warmth of the sun on her skin through the overhead slats.
She had no doubt that she deserved to be here. She remembered
back to the acts she had willingly performed for the men the
night before. How she had debased herself in exchange for
pleasure. Yes, she deserved this.
Her mind wandered, thoughts of the soldier's return drifted
through her mind, the sudden remembrance of the Sergeant's belt
brought an almost painful throb to her neglected clitoris. A
scrabbling noise to her right made her look up and she saw the
three cur pups wiggling through the wide spaced slats of the
enclosure. The sight of the three pups made her breath catch in
her throat. The burning of forbidden pleasure burned in the pit
of her stomach. Her blue eyes darted as if she was afraid
someone would see. A bitter laugh bubbled to lips, "As if they
haven't seen me do worse." she thought to herself. Her small
white teeth caught her full bottom lip in anticipation of relief
from the dull ache of her swollen udders.
"Yes, here you go," she said as she lifted the large heavy orb of
her tightly bound right breast. Her small hands sinking into
it's meaty weight as she expressed large drops of milk from the
elongated nipple capping the bluish mound, trying to entice the
hungry mongrels.
"O-h-h-h-h-h, that's right-t-t-t-t!" she groaned as the largest
pup latched onto the swollen reddish brown nipple that she
offered. Her clit buzzed as his sharp teeth sank into the
swollen turgid flesh. She felt the burning rush in her breast as
the painfully swollen milk glands convulsed and their precious
fluid fell as the pup voraciously sucked. Mumbling eagerly she
groped for her other painfully swollen gland and offered it to a
second eager pup.
Rachel lay on her back on the dirty blanket, the tight mounds of
her breasts standing on her chest, held erect by the tight cords
that circled the wide base of each breast. The pups feasted at
the fat swollen teats capping each blue veined breast as they
separated heavily on her narrow ribcage. She closed her eyes
groaning and reveled in the feel of the sharp pinpricks at her
elongated pierced nipples and the precious relief as her milk
flowed. The mongrels whined and shuffled lapping and sucking at
the copious flow of milk that dribbled from their flews as they
greedily fed at her swollen mammaries.
She parted her thighs slightly in invitation to the third pup.
The thick musk smell exuded from her damp labia, not only
enticed the pup. The four adult curs soon began to sniff the air
as well.
Rachel heard the shuffling from the far corner and pretended not
to hear, concentrating on the pups. The familiar sick excitement
rose like from her groin to engulf her reason, forcing her to
spread her thighs in unacknowledged welcome to the sniffing curs.
Fleeting memories of the huge black Dane and his monstrous tool
flitted in her mind. She shook her head in mock denial, as her
knees splayed and her slickened labia parted. A hot thick cloud
of musk rose from her damp leaking cunt. The wet evidence of her
greedy need mingled with the rank male emissions from the night
before to form a disgusting odorous broth that belched forth a
chemical signal to the curs. The attractive 18 year old refused
to accept the truth, pretending not to notice the approach of the
largest of the curs. His mangy hair a dark brown. She averted
her eyes as she parted her thighs and raised her bottom slightly.
The sick excitement welled in her stomach as the pups gnawed and
chewed at her fat nipples. She heard the beast growl at the pup
between her legs, and felt the large dog's ear brush the inside
of her thigh as he dipped his nose to sniff at the thick slime
that leaked from her abused hole. Her fingers were curled into
fists, knuckles white with anticipation, sparks flew from her
nipples tingling her oversized clit from the pricks of the pups
teeth. Her clit exploded in obscene delight at the first touch
of the big dogs tongue. The young teen, grunted, her lean form
shivering as the climax ran through her. The sick feelings of
filthy pleasure bubbled up as the brute lapped his tunneling
tongue into her splayed cunt, lapping up the gruel of spent seed
and vile need.
Rachel lifted her ass from the packed dirt in her eagerness to
give herself to her new bestial lover. She levered her round ass
up on sleek thighs, her tight cheeks dusted with dirt from the
floor. Her firm thighs splayed wider as the dog busily
lapped his tongue from top to bottom between her firm cheeks and
thick swollen slabs of her labia. The click of the brass rings
lining her labia was audible above her lust labored breathing as
the dog's thick tongue wormed into every crease of her intimate
flesh in search of her fragrant slime.
In her lust, her blue eyes darted between the peaks of her
quivering breasts and through the legs of the shuffling beast.
Her mind refused to accept the true treasure for which she
searched, feigning disinterest when her eyes saw the heavy blue
gray tube of the dogs phallus hanging from its hairy sheath.
Her heart leapt as her guts knotted in sick facination and her
skin burned with obscene excitement at the sight of the heavy
swaying canine dong. Her blue eyes traced each detail with
greedy eagerness. The thick wet tube swung heavily beneath the
belly of the beast. A dribble a thin semen dripped from the tiny
point projecting from the bottom edge of the red tinged blunt
snout. A web of dark red veins covered the slimy gray blue tube.
Thicker at the snout the heavy swaying dong tapered toward the
large bulge of hard flesh that was it's knot. Her heart raced at
the sight and size of the knot, still encased in the dong's
retracted sheath, and swollen to it's full size. Rachel knew
that only the enclosed heat of her own greedy perverted sex would
trigger that....
Her mind rebelled at the hungry thoughts that rose like vile
puss, a vomitus sea of filth that consumed her hungrily, fueling
the rising flames of lust that colored her skin crimson, and sent
a hot tingling tide rushing across her body.
Her eyes refused to obey her screaming mind, the sight of the
thick, wet, grayish tube, its surface seeming to writhe with red
veins, hypnotized her as it its heavy weight swayed beneath the
dog's belly. Rachel ignored her mind's pleading as her back
arched and the dog tunneled his wet tongue deeper into her
weeping cunt. The mindless brute lapped and licked at the girl's
willing offering, his wet cold nose bumping against her swollen
throbbing clit, sending shivers of delight radiating through her
pale form.
The large cur sniffed and licked, the scent of the girl's rich
musk penetrating his dull brain. His hairy muscular haunches
quivered as he pushed his scarred muzzle between the splayed
thighs of the young woman. His ears perked at the girl's eager
whimpers and he paused and raised his matted head to growl
menacingly at the pups and the other dogs that had were closing
in. A quick snap of his head and the other curs backed away and
the pups scatted a respectable distance.
Rachel looked between the domed peaks of her bound breasts, the
mauled spikes of her nipples glistened wetly with her milk and
the pups saliva, at the beast that loomed dominatingly over her.
Raised pulsing veins radiated away from the turgid knobs, thick
and distorted by the teeth of the nursing curs.
Her eyes rose and met the dark eyes of the large male cur, she
shivered, and her clit throbbed, her belly knotting with obscene
anticipation. Her mind dredged up memories of the huge black
dane, her womb pulled tight in her belly at the sick thoughts of
the stretching and stuffed sensations of the vile bestial act.
Her guts cramped as she remembered the thick crugel hammering
against the sensitive stump of her cervix, the weight of the
beast on her smooth back and the feel of the coarse hair of huge
dog's belly against her tense buttocks. She shuddered and
came.....her filthy cunt flooded, a tell tale gleam of new
wetness shown between the red lined lips of her sex.
Barely able to tear her greedy eyes from the heavy swaying dong,
the young teens body acted of it's own volition as she rolled
slowly to her side, her ears tuned to the slightest growl of
displeasure from her new master. Her back and flanks were
powdered with the dust from the packed dirt floor of the pen,
scraps of cloth and hay hung in the fine hair of her unshaven
legs. Rolling to her side, the weighty swollen bags hanging from
her chest settled heavily to the side, rolling in the dust as she
carefully sought to rise to her hands and knees. The desperate
need that burned within her drove her to debase herself before
the mindless brute looming over her, his flews dripping with
foamy saliva mixed with the vile secretions from her own needy
cunt.
Her foot bumped the cur's front foreleg, bringing forth a warning
growl as his scarred saliva flecked flew quivered revealing
chipped yellow canines. A whimper leaked from the girls mouth as
she felt a hot knot of anticipation burn in her chest and rise
slowly to her face. Her tortured nipples burned and her pierced
clit tingled. The young teen forced herself to her hands and
knees, her once pristine alabaster form striped and marred with
the with the marks of days past. The marks of the belt were
visible through the dirt clinging to her flanks and her dull blue
breasts. The blotch of bruises left by hard demanding fingers
and hands marked her sleek thighs now glimmering with vile
wetness. The encouraging imprint of more than one hand was still
visible through the dust powdering her firm white buttocks.
Rachel never raised her head from the dirt floor. She merely
raised her buttocks up on her firm thighs, keeping her head
slavishly mated to the dirt floor, her muscular back rising
upward in a graceful arc to the splayed cheeks of her ass. Her
swollen bovine breasts formed a pillow beneath her, her distorted
nipples leaking puddles of wetness in the dust as the weight of
her upper body expressed the white fluid. She groaned, grinding
the painful bags into the filth beneath her, the rings in her
nipples catching and pulling as she scrubbed them into the hard
dirt floor.
Lost in the self abuse of her gyrations, her the splayed crevass
of her raised buttocks waved invitingly before the muzzle of the
mindless cur standing behind her. The rank musty odor of the
teen's well used cunt waffed to the dripping wet nostrils of the
watching beast. A low growl and the feel of the dog's wet nose
between her splayed cheeks brought her back to the presence as a
renewed thrill burned through her. The hot feel of obscene
defilement ran through her and a smile came to her abused lips.
She was once more to commit the ultimate in loathful acts. She
had submitted to foul and arrant deeds with men, men she had
willingly let use her as whore, slattern, trollop. Her own flesh
was a record of her hideous needs and the scurrilous acts she had
so eagerly enjoyed. But to lie prostrate before a mindless
brute, to debase herself before a master of another species, this
was the foulest depravity and the greatest pleasure she had yet
experienced. Her pale dust covered cheek moved with the smile
that rent her pretty face at the thought.
Her delicate nostrils blew puffs of dust from the hard packed
floor as she wormed her arms beneath her her, the girth of her
swollen breasts forcing her arms out the cords connecting to her
wrists and ankles limiting her movements.
The large cur stood behind her watching her grunting efforts, the
dull brain behind his dark eyes uncomprehending of the irony of
the heavy brass cross suspended from the creature's thick
clitoris by a length of heavy chain. His meager brain was awash
with the heavy veil of musk that welled up from the females
dripping labia. The twin rows of dripping brass rings adorning
the kneeling bitch's cunt held no interest for him, only the
promise of procreation of his line interested him.
The eager girl's hands appeared beneath her, winning the battle
against the weighty bags of her abused tits. Her fingers wiggled
along her wet thighs like thick worms as she grunted with effort,
reaching her labia to pull them further apart in invitation.
The a wave of fresh musk burst in the cur's tiny brain, his front
quarters lifted as his muscular rear legs skittered him forward,
his loins crashing into the splayed buttocks of the eager young
teen.
