Chapter 48
The girl no longer hung suspended in the dark room, rather she
now stood on shaking legs. The room was lit only by a single
flickering lamp on the table near her. Her arms were still bound
behind her, wrapped from wrist to shoulder with coarse hemp. A
length of cane was securely lashed to the backs of her ankles
effectively spreading her feet and hobbling her. The large
freckled bags of her plump breasts projected from the rope
wrappings around her chest. Her arms extended behind her at near
shoulder level, making her stoop forward. A single rope lifted
her arms back and up toward the overhead beam, passed over it and
ended wrapped tightly in the fist of the old oriental standing
behind the girl out of sight. She was held in the grasp of what
the Jesuits of the Inquisition called the the Strappado. She
stood stooped at the waist, her large pale freckled breasts
hanging pendulously beneath her, each red nipple projecting from
their puffy fat aureoles were captured in the constricting grasp
of a slit in a flat section of split bamboo. The old man had
secured each in place by wrapping cord around the bamboo on each
side of the distended nipple, compressing the two edges of the
split on her swollen nipples like a vise. The muffled gurgling
moans and screams of the young woman had long subsided as the
piercing pain in her breasts had turned to a dull ache but the
pain in her shoulders was all consuming. A slight tug on the
rope sent fresh bolts of pain searing through her as the joints
threatened to dislocate.
Her physical pain paled to the mental anguish that robbed her of
all reason. The horrible acts that had destroyed her innocent
world and changed her life for all time were for a time forgotten
in a mind that sought to remain sane by blotting out what defied
reason. The unanswered questions she had asked of an empty sky,
the deliverance she had pleaded for never came. So she had found
solace in answers from within herself. The emptiness her
desperate mind filled in she found only more dispair as reason
warred with faith. The god she loved had forsaken her because of
her own weakness. She was the source of her torment. It sprang
from within. Her degradation and pain began at her own hands,
her own "free will" and were just punishment from the god she
loved. God's will be done. "No!", her once rational mind had
screamed out, she never deserved this. No loving god could
condone or allow this to happen to an innocent. The thought that
her well loved god could allow this pierced her to her very core
her as surely as the young half-breed's oversized cock. Before
the veil of denial descended over her young mind, her mind's eye
conjured up the obscene vision of her beloved celestial father,
his billowing beard filth flecked, tongue extended from between
wet lips, slouched on his throne on high, an omnicient pervert.
His flowing robe bunched at his waist, his omnipotent hand
stoking the gargantuan swollen cock that projected from between
his skinny thighs, as red rimmed eyes beheld all the rapine,
degradation and death that he allowed for his amusement. Her
beloved god, the omnicient voyeur, sat flushed with mastabatory
glee as he too misogynistic delighted in the deflowerment of
young virgins by sadistic perverts, and the torture and pain of
innocents. She watched in horrific facination as his hand slid
up and down his cosmic rod, all the while two white robed golden
haired angels, crouched between his thighs, one lapping at the
oversized knob of his cock, the other sucking and licking his
majestic balls.
She shook her pretty tear stained face in an attempt to rid
herself of the obscene imagery but only succeeded in distorting
her face as the nasal tineswere still deeply embedded in her
small pert nose. A cord connected these to her bound wrists,
pulling the girl's red head back, arching her neck.
Livid welts and imprints marred her legs from where the hemp
bonds had cut into the flesh of her legs while she had been
suspended. The finger marks across the pale flesh of her thighs,
from the old asian's efforts were turning to faint blue blotchs.
The the inner planes of her thigh's were wet with the remnants of
the rancid filth of the old man's corrupted seed, as it dripped
obscenely to the floor as though her violated womb sought to
purge itself of evidence of it's defloration. Occasionaly a
thick clot would vomit forth in a viscous string to land wetly on
the stained wood floor between her splayed feet.
Tears wet her freckled cheeks as her vacuous mind reeled, the
dull ache of pain blunting her brain. Her jaw hung slack, her
plump sperm clotted lips parted in pain induced idiocy.
Her head jerked at the new sound, dislodging a string of
congealed sperm from her small chin to drip to the floor.
He green eyes widened, with hope or horror one could not say, as
the young man step from the shadows into the light.
The old Padre watched Hattori and his son at work. He felt the
log of his cock twitch beneath his black cassock as the old man
tormented the pinkish-white form of the young woman tugging her
arms upward inflicting excrutiating pain. His eyes devoured
every inch of the pale freckled form. He watched as the youth
lumbered forward, the yellow log of his swollen cock swaying
heavily between his muscular legs. The Padre chuckled as he
watched the youth hold his cock toward the girl as if in
offering, as his father released the upward pressure on the
pretty girl's arms. A slight hesitance by the girl brought a
hard upward tug on the rope. Soon she was sucking the swollen
head of the boy's cock. He eagerly watched as the strong hands
of the oriental idiot explored every inch of the unresisting
girl. The girl learned quickly, he thought with satisfaction.
But then any animal did after being broken. She stood docile,
broken, compliant, the only sound that of the boy's labored
breathing and the liquid sounds coming from her sucking mouth.
No longer any tears. The constant pain and degradation of the
last several days, the unanswered questions, the conflicting
emotions had conspired to turn her into a meek cow. A lump of
compliant flesh for her two tormentors to use and to share. The
myth of her free will was extinguished, as her life was now in
the hands of a new god, a god of flesh and bone. A god no more
callous and unfeeling than her etheral one, but this one had a
cock of demanding hungry flesh.
Her only succor in her pain and degradation had been the soothing
touch of a cock. Her addled brain decided this totem of flesh
she would now serve and worship as her deliverer from torment.
Torment she deserved, she admitted in her confusion, "God had
ordained it." she thought. She needed and welcomed the
chastisment to earn her way back to his favor. "No!" the last
threads of reason shreaked, "You did not deserve this!'. The
flash of coherency stopped her lapping tongue and hollowed lips,
only to be met by blinding pain as the old oriental jerked upward
on the rope.
Satisfied, the Padre turned and walked from the room. It was two
days to the Army camp. Rachel had serviced the soldiers long
enough. He had many miles to travel before night. His thick
black cock twitched at the thought of the spectacle he left
behind him. He walked into the bright sunlight, the day's heat
already rising. A few strided brought him to the horse and he
slipped his hand beneath the Indian girl's loose fitting top his
fingers feeling the sweat that coated the smooth skin of the
heavy globe as he squeezed a fat dangling breast.
"M-m-m-m-h!" the girl moaned.
"A-h-h-h, Maria, we must hurry. he said as he rolled her pebble
hard nipple between his fingers. "The day is long and we have
many miles before our first stop..." he said with unmistakable
meaning.
Behind them in the dark confines of the rectory, the stooped
pinkish white form of the girl rocked beneath the shuddering
thrusts of the young mongloid's cock. The pretty girl's slack
lips emitted faint grunts as the thick vein wrapped shaft
stretched the mouth of her abused cunt. The long yellow length
buried itself deeply between the pink lips of her red fringed
labia. The meaty knob of the invader caromed again and again
against the once pristine nub of her cervix to gouge into the
back wall of her vagina with bruising force. The dull naseating
ache in the pit of her young stomach melded with the other
continuous agony she endured. The raw elastic mouth of her cunt
spasmed around the rythmic thrusts of his thick post as her
torment continued.
