Chapter 47
Hatori had finally succumbed to the lure of her helpless white
flesh. His wizzened cock hard with lust-heated blood, demanded
quenching, a demand he could no longer deny. "Yes", he thought,
it was time, time to validate his total power over her. He would
prove to the young american slut that there was no going back,
only the future was open to her, her past life was dead. The old
man fumbled with the front of his pantaloons, pulling his rigid
cock free of the dirty cloth. He stepped to the bound pale pink
figure and untied the cords securing the spreader bar between her
knees. He ignored the babbling from his son, as the muscular
mixed breed youth swabbed his semi-hard cock around the girl's
tear stained face.
"Fuckee, suckee, you like?" he babbled over and over as he
tormented the bound girl, her sobs merely quiet shudders as she
hung suspended from the rafter.
The old japanese stepped between the girl's alabaster thighs,
cranking her legs apart as far as the coarse rope binding her
ankles would allow. His hard fingers dug into the soft white
flesh of her sleek thighs just above and behind the knees and
steadied her as he bulled his way deeper into the "V" formed by
her legs. Her bound ankles, drawn up and over the center of her
arched back allowed him to push his bony form between her smooth
thighs. He coughed wetly, his ragged excited breath catching in
his diseased lungs. He spit a clot of phlegm onto his extended
fingers to wet them. His excited slanted eyes watched as he
wormed two filthy phlegm coated digits between the pristine pink
lips of the girl's vagina.
The old man chuckled as he felt her body stiffen as his fingers
invaded her last inviolate sanctuary. "Soon," he thought, "Yes,
soon, I will own all of you, my sweet puta!"
The old man's cock surged to diamond hardness when his index
finger encountered the slight resistance of the thin membrane.
He nearly missed it in his lust driven eagerness.
"No!" he thought, "Surely the young American whore could not be
a virgin!" He shook with eagerness at the thought of such a
blank slate on which to write. Virgin clay from which to mould
the perfect whore. Yes, Maria had been a virgin when he had
bought her from her father, but she was merely an indian. This
young pale pink thing was a norte americano, of perfect
european stock. All white and pink and freckled, full
breasted, and red haired. He nearly drooled from between his
rotted teeth at the thought.
"Ah, so you are a virgin my little puta!" he said aloud. "After
your whore sister, I did not expect this. It will be my pleasure
to make you a woman, my little puta. You are not the eager puta
your sister is, but you will learn. You will learn that your
true Master is the cock. The man or beast behind it is not
important. You will learn to serve and please the cock, to
hunger for it. You will be nothing, an incomplete shell without
it."
The girl barely heard the biting words uttered by the man. Her
mind was lost in her own private hell. Her disbelieving eyes
watched as the young man that had violated her mouth and throat
rubbed his sperm dripping cock back and forth across her pretty
young face. The youth babbled insulting nonsense as he used the
thick blunt snout of his hard crugel to smear the thick
congealing slime of his spent seed across her face. He dragged
the leaking snout between her swollen lips to coat her small
white teeth anew. Her belly heaved as she relived the taste of
the rancid wet eruption as her teeth parted under the pressure
and her tongue darted forward in defence, only to liberate a
blob of putrescent seed from the mouth of his cock. She moaned
with disgust, and relief as she felt the bone cracking pressue
in her hips ease as the spreader bar was removed. Her mind
roiled with mixed feelings of gratitude and horror, and
pitifully confused the relation.
The old man coughed again as he scooted forward, guiding his
swollen yellow cock toward the pink-white lips of the girl's
exposed vagina. The heavens cried at the sight, as the old
yellow man guided his gnarled warted cock between the pale pink
lips of the young redhead's vagina. He snaked his cankered staff
up and down between the pink unblemished flesh, coating her with
the vile effuvium leaking from his demonic weapon in an effort to
mimic a carnal welcome.
The yellow head of his leaking cock caught in the narrow throat
of the young woman's vagina. Hattori smiled as he felt the warm
flesh of her labia close over the head of his cock. With a
grunt, he grit the rotten stumps of his teeth and pushed forward.
The suprised girl swung forward against the rigid cock resting
against her lips. The thick spear slid between her unresisting
lips forcing itself deep into her throat until her arched
forehead rested against the boy's hard belly.
Hattori felt the forward movement of the girl cease as his cock
butted against the throat of the girl's virgin vagina. With glee
he leaned his slight body into the Vee of the girl's thighs and
was rewarded as the vice like grip around his cock increase as it
bored inch by inch into the guts of the bound girl. As it inched
forward, like a blind man searching for a dropped coin, the
sensitive nerves of his cockhead sought out and found the slight
resistance of her maidenhead. The old asian pervert paused
luxuriating in the vise-like grip of the virginal flesh around
his diseased cock. He relaxed, like an addict upon insertion of
the needle into a vein. Like some pagan savage, lance raised,
poised to impale a beseeching medival maiden, he snapped his bony
hips forward with power belied by his wizzen stature. His scabby
cock lanced into the depths of the girl's last sanctuary, the
snout of his filthy cock like a ram, rending her hymen to bloody
splinters to debauche into the narrow temple of her womb defiling
it for all time. The rapine and defilement of the cathedral's of
Eurupe by the Mongol's of old was once again played out in
micrcosim as this son of Asia defiled the holiest of temples of
this daughter of Europe. The dry hot clasp of the girl's
resisting flesh felt as though it was peeling the rough warted
flesh from his scarred cock.
Cherished European blood flowed at the hands of the Asian
barbarian as his pagan lance of flesh buried itself in the
pristine virginal flesh of the european teen. The old man rocked
back and forth between the girl's white bound thighs, twisting
and turning his gnarled spear in the writhing teens guts. Her
hot spilt blood began to wet the tight airless seal of his tool
in her flesh as he twisted and turned his relentless spear in her
once virginal flesh.
Pain traded for pain, slight bartered for great, her
confused mind taking the lesser for the greater with relief, even
gratitude. The slight piercing pain between her legs was lost
amid relief as the throbbing ache in her hips subsided, and was
lost in the continuing agony in her shoulders and the convulsing
of her violated throat. Like a speared fish she began to buck
and jerk from the rope that suspended her as her body attempted
to dislodge the fleshy log that plugged her throat. The nasal
prongs holding her head back dug deeper into the depths of her
violated nostrils cutting and plundering her pert upturned nose
as her movements caused the hard steel to imbed itself ever
deeper.
Sandra's wide green eyes teared anew and flames of panic consumed
her mind as her lungs fought for air against the thick hard flesh
that blocked her throat. The gleeful babbling of the youth fell
on panic deafened ears as her pink lips scrabbled against the
coarse black pubes that nestled like a vile demonic halo around
the base of the boy's soaring shaft. Her throat spasmed and
jerked in a vain attempt to dislodge the evil prong. She slipped
into oxygen starved blackness never feeling the rythmic stabbing
of the blood stained spear between her pale white thighs.
Masculine grunts and moans of pleasure filled the rectory as the
father and son labored at the violation of the young woman. The
young pale-pink form hung suspended belly down between the two
sweating men, pale arms drawn over her arched back elbows bound
together, to join her ankles as the two sadistic buried their
hard cocks in her unresisting body. The squelching of the
youth's engorged cock as it plunged into the young woman's
bruised throat could barely be heard above his constant obscene
babbling. His father labored silently between the white
alabaster thighs, his hard fingers leaving livid red furrows in
her flawlessly smooth pink-white flesh. The serpentine eyes of
the old pervert watched with libinous glee as the pretty young
woman's violated flesh clung to the cankerous surface of his
bloodied shaft. The tender flesh of her recently virgin labia
kissed and caressed the rough and bloody surface of his cock
drawing itself elastically across every sinous vein and warty
knob on the putrid rod with each withdrawl. It's painful passage
lubricated only by her own drying blood and clots of diseased
phlegm he periodically coughed up and spat on his blood streaked
asian cock as it pistoned in and out of her pink flesh.
No sensations of pleasure seeped into Sandra's brain. To her
agony addled brain pleasure was but pain and degradation of a
lesser magnitude. Slowly in begrudged gratitude, her cunt began
to lubricate the passage of Hattori's invading cock. Like the
tribute paid to the barbarian hordes of old, her body gave
reluctant homage to the demanding cocks that proved to be her
master. Cloying strings of saliva drooled from her mouth to hang
from her smooth chin as one swollen cock plunged in and out of
her slack mouth, her tongue lolling limply beneath the punishing
rod. Guilty wetness began to sooth the old man's pillaging dong,
a libation poured forth by the vanquished in tribute to the
conqueror.
Sandra hung suspended, her tortured mind devoid or reason,
aware only of variations of her torment, reason smothered beneath
a cloak of sensless consciousness. She was but a lump of
unresisting flesh for the use of the two men. Her young naive
mind had been pushed beyond it's rational limits by the ceaseless
torment and pain.
The sounds of the surrounding jungle were lost beneath obscene
liquid sounds. Rachel savored the taste of the hot bestial seed
as it flooded her gluttonous mouth. She forced her swollen lips
downward to form a tight seal in front of the cur's blood
engorged knot for a brief instant before she began to choke on
the geyser of thin hot sperm. She drew her lips slowly back
along the delightfully thick animal dong feeling the rough veiny
surface scourge the tender inner surface of her lips. She
stifled a heady giggle as she felt the thick log pulse again and
again as jets of hot seed spewed from the blunt tip to fill her
mouth to overflowing. She gurgled as the hot filth filled her
ravenous mouth, washing over her teeth and tongue, ballooning her
cheeks. Her throat spasmed as she swallowed, desperately trying
to clear the mixed swill of the cur's hot sperm and her own
saliva from her overflowing mouth.
There was no hiding the beauty of the girl. Not even the layer
of filth caking her pale skin, the scratches and bruises could
hide the obscene beauty of her abused body. Her ample hips
shifted beneath the weight of the cur that jealously clasped her
hips with hairy forelegs as he mounted her. The cur's thickly
muscled hind legs pranced and danced between her trim calves as
his hindquarters rythmically drove his heavy red cock in and out
of the splayed cunt she offered him with aminal energy. The
beast's large head was outstretched over her downward sloping
spine, his deep chest moulded as one to the smooth marked skin of
her back. Her heavy milk laden breast jounced and giggled
beneath her with every impact of the large dog against her
upturned bottom.
The pretty girl moaned with pleasure around the bestial cock
filling her mouth. Her drooling bottom clutched at the second
wrist thick cock as it hammered against the defiled stump of her
cervix. The heavy cross, sign of her shame, swung between the
ivory columns of her thighs suspended by the thick ring piercing
the base of her enormous evil clitoris. Sated with degradation
she her body sought more as she ground the fat engorged bags of
her scarred breasts against the dried dirt floor of the pen,
scourging her raw swollen nipples as they oozed milk. Her
scurrilous dripping cunt suckled along the foul length of the
bestial cock in obscene mimicry of her mouth as she sucked and
slurped at the spurting tip of the second animal dong.
The thick girth of the center of the cur's heavy tapered cock
stretched the tight oval of her lips as she drew back to suckle
on the last few inches of the pulsing hose. The little pink worm
of her defiled tongue explored the veiny grey red length of her
masters dripping cock. Her her heart filled with giddy delight
as her wide blue eyes beheld the swollen knotted length of
pulsing bestial flesh that was her god. The pretty girl's smooth
cheeks hollowed as her mouth voraciously sucked a the pulsing
dong in lust driven hunger. Her free hand pumped the beast's
hairy foreskin up and down the length of the dripping tube. The
glistening tube of bestial meat throbbed before her coveting blue
eyes. Her perverted world was ruled by this thick blood engorged
appendage and it's kin.
A long low moan escaped her clamped lips as she felt the swollen
knot of the second cur battering against the swollen ringed lips
of her slobbering cunt. An excited arm reached back between the
liquid filled bags of her swaying veiny breasts. Her nimble
practiced fingers found the swollen ball of the second cur's knot
and pressed it into the eager hungry mouth of her dripping cunt.
The elastic riven mouth gaped in protest and surrendered as the
large ball of hard canine flesh bulled it's way into the once
treasured confines of her now beggarly womb.
