Chapter 27
Rachel sat at the wooden table and watched as the old priest
entered the room accompanied by a short fat man in a tattered
uniform.
"This is Senor Juan Domingo, he is with the state postal service
and has a letter from your father."
Rachel sat silently but her heart leapt at the news.
"The Senor has come a long way to deliver the letter", the Padre
intoned. "I told him you would be very appreciative if he
delivered it in person, and show him your gratitude."
Without a thought Rachel rose from the table and faced the short
fat man. He looked at her and nervously licked his lips, sweat
beading his forehead as he gazed on the tall anglo beauty. A
tense smile formed on the girls full lips as her arms crossed her
chest to opposite shoulders and pulled the thin cotton peasant's
dress down her arms.
The young girl heard the appreciative intake of breath as the fat
man saw the naked majesty of her breasts but dared not look him
in the eye. The fat postman drew his pudgy frame up on seeing
the submissiveness of the tall Yankee teen. Bolstering his
courage his he reached forward with a thick fingered hand and
cupped one of Rachel's massive breasts.
A sudden intake of breath at the touch of the stranger was the
only response the young girl gave as she stood there motionless.
The Padre nodded to the fat man and left the room closing the
door behind him.
The fat postman could hardly contain his glee. "Never, never in
his wildest dreams cold he have hoped to have at his beck and
call such a beauty. And an anglo beauty at that! Here was some
haughty anglo bitch from the Stados Unitos and she was his to do
as he liked", he thought incredulously. As the realization sank
in he seemed to gain in height as he looked up at the tall girl.
"Take off the dress, puta", he said with sudden confidence. "And
get on your knees."
In silence the young American did as she was told. Her dirty
peasant's dress falling into a rumpled pile at her feet, she
kicked it aside as she dropped to her knees naked in front of the
fat little man, her large breasts jiggling.
"You are here to show me gratitude. You can do that by giving me
pleasure and doing all that I ask without hesitation;" he said as
he fumbled with the buckle of his belt. He half turned as he
drew the black leather belt from around his waist like a sword.
Without warning he brought his arm in a sweeping arch and lashed
the heavy belt full across the surprised girl's breasts.
"Aie-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e",the young teen screamed as the belt lashed
across her naked flesh again and again. Livid welts sprang from
the pale flesh as she fell to a fetal position in an attempt to
protect herself. The blows stopped and the corpulent little man
stepped over to her cowering form. Wrapping a pudgy fist in her
dirty blonde hair he raised her head and sneered into her
whimpering face.
"You are to bring me pleasure." he said simply. "Your pain
pleases me." He dragged the whimpering girl by the hair across
the floor to beneath an over hanging beam. His short fat form
contrasted greatly with the tall anglo girl that cowered at his
feet as he drew a length of thin cord from his pocket and threw
it over the beam. With practiced ease he tied the thin cord to
the rings in the young girls large nipples, forming an inverted
"y" and pulled her to her feet as he jerked on the opposite end
hanging over the beam. Rachel groaned as she clambered to her
feet under the tension on her fat nipples.
The fat postman laughed at her distress and raised her on tiptoe.
Holding the rope in one hand he used the other to run the free
end through the rings in the attractive teens labia and clit and
quickly harshly pulled up the slack. He ran the cord through the
rings several times and tied it off securely. The beautiful girl
now stood immobile, the tension on the rope holding her heavy
breasts suspended by their nipple rings and anchored to the rings
imbedded in the tender flesh of her pierced labia. He then
clipped the cords along their length to form one double strand
running from the girl to the beam. To the traveled eye the poor
girl looked as if she was playing out a bad parody of the Sioux
initiation rites whereby young warriors were hung by their
pierced pectoral muscles. She stood on tiptoe, tension of the
cord lifting her immense breasts by their thick nipple rings and
stretching the her labia by the merciless pull on the six rings
imbedded there.
The sadistic fat man walked behind the girl as he pulled another
cord from his pocket. The young slut had her hands under her
aching breasts attempting to relieve the pull on her labia and
nipples. He pulled first one then the other of the unresisting
girl's sleek arms behind her and tied together above the elbow.
The thin cord cut harshly into the smooth white skin of the
whimpering young teenager.
The fat man stood sweating profusely. His hands trembled with
excitement, His thick tongue flicked out to lick at his lips.
The pig like black eyes imbedded in the fat face look
malevolently at the now helpless girl. He walked quietly around
the pale pillar of flesh that hung before him, the black strip of
leather belt trailing from his right hand like a dead snake.
Despite his outward calm, he was beside himself with excitement.
His stump of a cock had hardened, his palms were wet with sweat,
and his breath came in quick gasps. His mind reeled at his good
fortune. Here before him was a beauty beyond his wildest dreams,
entirely at his mercy. Sadistic fires gleamed behind his dark
eyes. Here was a village slut, a white anglo beauty whom he
could vent his perverse desires upon. Without the restraint
imposed by the Padre, he would gladly kill the girl for his own
pleasure. Denying him that only fueled his desire to draw every
ounce of pleasure he could from that which was allowed.
The black leather strip snaked out caressed the underside of
Rachel's breasts. A large livid red welt immediately sprang from
the smooth pale flesh. She screamed and twisted in a futile
attempt to avoid the next blow from the heavy leather. The fat
man's arm rose and fell as the helpless girl turned and twisted
under the rafter. The cord pulled and jerked as her breasts
jiggled and joggled as she moved to avoid the punishing blows.
A island of pleasure rose through the beautiful girl's torrent of
pain. The blows burned her skin like fire, raising angry blood
red welts across her pale white skin. The merciless cord pulled
and jerked at the ring in her clitoris and nipples. Her mind
chose to focus on those feelings rather than the pain. Each blow
to her breast brought a burst of pleasure mixed with pain as the
heavy bouncing flesh jerked the cord and thick swollen clitoris.
With each burst of pleasure she hated herself more and tried to
the blows less in punishment, and only increased the degree of
pleasure she felt. As suddenly as the pain began is subsided as
the flood of endorphin saturated her brain. Only the pleasure of
her torment remained cutting clearly through her bodies self
induced high. She drifted on a cloud, the buzz in her obscenely
thick and swollen clit exploding in a series of firecracker like
climaxes with each blow of the fat man's belt.
"U-h-h-h-h-h-h-h, a-h-h-h-h-h-h-h", she moaned as she grunted out
a vile and base orgasm through slack drool wet lips. She no
longer even attempted to avoid the incessant blows that rained
down upon her unresisting flesh. Her once flawless skin was a
riot of red welts, the sweat that ran in rivulets down her form
shimmered in the light, as the belt struck her with a wet
thudding sound.
Rachel convulsed as one climax after another seared her
consciousness. She smiled a drugged smile as she wallowed in a
sea of endorphins. She her back to offer up her chest to the
bite of the Fat man's belt, knowing her reward would be yet
another climax as the kiss of the strap on her sensitive skin
would cause a jerk on her impossibly swollen clit. Every
conscious movement of her muscled body was calculated to offer a
new target to the corpulent sadist, or to voluntarily increase
tension on her tortured parts.
She willingly wallowed in a cesspool of self hatred and abuse,
needing the Fat man to do what she could not. She needed, no she
craved the mortification of her flawless flesh as penance for
what she had become. Yet she knew that far it was far from
penance, it was pleasure, so far had she fallen, she was beyond
punishment. She now extracted pleasure from every act of
perversion, degradation or punishment, no matter how vile or
obscene.
She looked down at her striped breasts, the blood red weeping
welts that crisscrossed the once flawless white skin, and a vile
shuddering climax ignited her swollen clit. The thought, oh, the
vile obscene, thought of it, excited her such that she relaxed
her legs caused the taut cord to pull and jerk at her violated
clitoris and nipples causing yet another climax to burst in her
fogged brain.
The fat Postman stood back as his arms and shoulders cramped from
the effort of the prolonged flogging. "Never had he seen a slut
such as this", he thought as the sweat streamed down his piggish
face. His stump of a cock throbbed in his pants as he considered
resuming his work while he watched the beautiful anglo slut
debase and torment herself, jerking and pulling the cord causing
herself to cum. He looked at the wet stain beneath her pale red
striped body. Her sweat ran in streams dripping from her bound
arms, matting her blonde hair to her face and shoulders.
The girl's firm bottom bore angry weeping welts from his belt,
her sleek muscular thighs were marked by the bit of the belt as
well, flexing as she pulled at the cord to torture and pleasure
herself. The flat expanse of her belly, her muscular back and
shoulders, and the immense upturned mounds of her breasts all
bore the mark of the belt. Angry, swollen red welts crisscrossed
the once smooth flawless white skin. He reckoned it would take
years if ever for the marks of his work to disappear. He smiled
as he thought that here he had added his own signature to perfect
work of god. Like a hack sculptor adding details to
Michaelangelo's David, he had indelibly marked the perfect body
of the young anglo slut.
Stepping forward, he produced a knife and cut the cord above the
girl. Unprepared she fell to the floor in a wet heap a dreamy
far away look to her lovely blue eyes. Bending forward, the fat
man cut the bonds holding her arms. She sighed as circulation
returned to her bluish hands.
Standing with his fat hands on his hips he watched as the girl
struggled to pull her self toward him on her numbed arms, the
severed cords dragging behind her. She paused once shuddering
though an orgasm as her knee caught the trailing cord jerking the
ring in her clit.
Reaching the squat man's legs she pushed her throbbing breasts
against his leg as she rose up and kissed the hand that held the
stained belt. Her numb fingers struggled with the zipper at the
front of his uniform pants, marching up and down searching for
the short stump of his cock. Once open she pushed her face
deeply into the pocket of coarse fabric, her eager tongue
searching out the short brown column of flesh. I took only a few
moments for her suctioning mouth to coax his small churning balls
to give up their load of thick yellowish cum. She suckled his
wilting stump until with a grunt he shoved her away and watched
her fall into a dreamy sweaty heap on the dirty floor, a string
of rancid sperm hanging from her bottom lip across her small
chin. As the beautiful young American drifted off into a dreamy
slumber her fading eyes watched the fat little man place a single
forgotten envelope between the rings that punctured her tortured
sodden labia before he walked toward the heavy wooden door.
