Chapter 55
The old Japanese sniffed at the hot dusty air, thankful for the coming
coolness of the coming night. Pushed the heavy wooden door completely
open and looked back into the dark maw of the open church door as he
pulled at the leather leash he held tightly in his right hand.
Scrabbling shuffling noises slowly produced the pathetic stooped
figure of a pale young teenager connected to the end of the leash by
a large brass ring embedded half way down the length of her petite
pink tongue. Her arms, cranked behind her were bound with coarse hemp
from elbow to wrist fusing them into a wedge-like appendage that
appeared to grow from her stooped back like some demented dorsal fin.
A single tight cord ran from the bundle binding her wrists, over the
crown of her head to nasal tines embedded in her distorted flesh of
her once pert freckled nose. The tension of the cord pulled her
pretty red head back at an acute angle causing her red mouth to gape
and her small freckled chin to thrust skyward and preventing her from
standing erect. Her limited field of view was one cause of her
tentative shambling gate. The other was the spreader bar connected to
her ankles limiting her to a spraddle legged waddle.
The old man jerked on the leash, and received a pathetic moaning whine
from the gaping mouth of the girl. Her bright green eyes were dull
with pain as she shambled after the old man offering no resistance.
Her pale freckled legs flexed as she slowly made her way down the
brick steps of the church in the old man's wake. The large pillowy
mounds of her heavy pendulous breasts swayed with her efforts, the
bright red of her bound and swollen nipples visible even in the
gathering dusk. The gloom hid the dirty smudges and bruises that that
marked the blue veined alabaster like skin of the pretty teen.
As she shuffled along she emitted an alien whining moan of near alien
origin. Her dirty bare feet scuffed along in the dusty ground as she
struggled to keep pace with the indifferent old man. The spreader bar
banged against her bare ankles but the pain was lost amid the tempest
of agony that blazed from her shoulders, back and neck. The full
round globes of her buttocks flexed as she scuttled along, the
glistening grease of someone's spent seed lubricating the deep cleft
between the bulbous mounds. The sparse red hair vainly defending her
vulva was beaded with the congealed filthy congealed leavings of some
rapacious violator. The scuffing of her feet mixed with the sounds of
buzzing flies, attracted to the smell of the rank fluid oozing from
her well used and stretched orifices. They buzzed voraciously around
the livid wound that marked the once flawless skin of her buttock. Her
left buttock mirrored the redness of the dying sun where livid red
flesh met the charred flesh of her fresh brand.
Hattori smiled to himself as he led the pathetic creature that had
been a typical vibrant American teenage girl only days before and was
now his chattel. What shambled behind him now was mindless animated
flesh, a beast whose world was unremitting pain, whose only dull
thoughts were of lessening for a time the world wind of endless agony,
despair and degradation. Like a scourged and broken beast she only
craved to please her new Master, if only to earn a brief respite from
the endless torment.
The piteous mindless thing that had once been called Sandra shambled
behind the old oriental man in the dirty cloths. Her dirty bare feet
scuffed the dry ground as she struggled to keep up with the old man's
pace, lest the tension of the leather leash on her tongue ring pull
the pink slug out by the roots.
She grunted with effort and the thick ring piercing her tongue clacked
against her small white teeth as the leash went tight and slack as she
scuffed forward. Drool wet her small chin here it pooled in her
gaping mouth and ran down the corners of her full lips. The dry air
sucked at the drool turning it to thick mucus that swayed from her jaw
connected tenuously to the full curve of her heavy swaying breasts.
The heavy bags of swaying flesh displayed the ligature marks of past
torment amid the ample network of faint blue veins visible beneath the
translucent white skin. Thick swollen nipples rose thickly from the
centers of the proud puckered caps of her aureoles. The keen observer
would see the tight wrappings of thin thread buried deeply within the
turgid flesh of the thickly swollen nipples. The red raspberry like
knobs bloodied by other past torments inflicted by the old man and his
son.
Laughter and music announced the presence of the lighted doorway
before the old man's failing eyes discerned it. His pace quickened at
the prospect of some easily earned Bolivianos for his near empty
wallet. True the town had free whores enough, but they were for those
who lived there and knew of them. This tavern was frequented only by
rabble passing through. The oil field workers, gold miners and other
migrants on their way to other villages or destinations.
"ˇLa atención, cada uno mira a la puta el anciano nos trae para jugar
con, una guarra de AngloAmericano jóven!" a voice rang out from the
seated men on the porch of the bar.
"Hola, isn't that the young American that was on the Ferro car from
Santa Cruz only last week?" asked a man in the blue gray uniform of
the Ferrocarrill Boliviana Nacional.
"The young Anglo slut doesn't look too proud to me now!" a grizzled
voice responded with a laugh.
"Como son cosas mis amigos!" Hattori said to the men who began to
appear at the door of the tavern. The old man hawked and spat a
clot of bloody phlegm into the dirt before he ascended the porch
pulling the pitiful girl behind him.
"So what have you brought us this time, ancient one?" a faceless voice
asked with a slur.
"Al diablo con lo que es, cuanto lo va a costar!", a fat man said
spilling part of his beer as he laughed at his own joke.
"Senors, I bring for your pleasure a yong norteAmericano flower. She
is very willing and eager to entertain you for a small price. She is
so unlike her arrogant hermana to the north. She has shown herself to
be willing and compliant." The evil old man said with a coughing
cackle. "I have only used her myself to be sure that she is worthy
for you good Senors." the old man said with a bow.
He jerked the leash and the young girl shambled onto the porch and
into the light from the doorway.
A squat brown figure stepped forward and his hand disappeared between
the cheeks of the stooped girl's ass.
"She appears to be well greased, old man." The man said with a drunken
grunt and a laugh, holding two wet fingers up for all to see. Her
purse still seems pretty tight too, not like the little Indian girl
you brought us last time. What was her name? Maria? Madre di Dios,
she must have fucked a horse she was so loose, or maybe it was just
your son!" The comment was followed by coarse laughter, the men
having seen the retarded boy "perform" on more than one occasion.
Satisfied that the deal had been done, the old Oriental led the
pathetic girl into the lighted doorway and the smoky tavern beyond.
The girl staggered behind her Master vaguely aware of the humiliation
of having a complete stranger probe her recently virginal womb as if
she were a head of livestock. Hattori lead the compliant girl toward
the bar and a metal hook that was screwed into its' wooden edge. He
pulled her forward and slid her tongue ring up and over the hook as he
unshackled the leather leash.
The interior of the medium sized room was well lit, the lamplight
reflected off the streaked whitewashed walls. A coarse wooden bar
lined one wall stained dark with old beer and grease. Simple tables
filled the rest of the room. The dirty wooden floor was covered with
accumulated litter mixed with the dirty remnants of hay or wood
shavings. The air hung thick with a mixture of tobacco smoke, stale
beer and the smell of simmering spices from the kitchen.
The patrons of the bar were a mixture of Indians and mestizos. All
were working men or drifters, none had ever seen a white woman, much
less one naked and utterly helpless and broken. Many had carried bags
for norte American women in the cities, or seen one in passing what
they saw before them was for them beyond belief. The pale skin of the
girl stood out against the background of the dark bar. Restrained
from the hook by the thick ring piercing her pink tongue, she stood
like some animal, stooped at the waist, her arms wrenched backward and
bound over her white back. Her hands and fingers, like pale blue ocean
creatures, projected upward from the rope wrappings that covered her
arms from wrists to elbows. The girl's pretty red head was pulled
back by a hideous device embedded in her tiny nostrils. The attached
cord pulled her head back, stretching her fine smooth neck. Her tiny
jaw hung agape, exposing the white teeth through which her pierced
tongue projected. Whimpers bubbled through thick saliva bursting to
drool down her helpless chin.
Her oversized white breasts hung beneath her like ripe tropical fruit,
faint blue veins and bruises covering their round smooth curves. The
men goggled at the exposed hues of her privates, the spreader bar
attached to her ankles guaranteeing each an unrestricted view, as it
held her muscular freckled legs apart.
The sparse red hair fringing the fat wet lips of her cunt was matted
and moist. They sniggered to themselves imagining the source. Tongues
licked lips like hungry dogs as their eyes crawled over the pink cleft
of the poor girl's splayed cheeks where the freshly used eye of her
red anus winked wetly. The muscles of her lower back stood out
supporting her stooped weight, and her buttocks flexed as she shuffled
her feet trying to ease the unremitting pain.
Her buttocks, there was the wonder for the men. They stared with
disbelief at the deep fresh brand that marred the otherwise flawless
skin. The kanji meant nothing to them but he brand itself was symbol
enough. Country born, they all understood the meaning of the charred
black branded flesh forming the foreign symbol of ownership glaring
out from the pink-white surface surrounded by an angry red fringe.
This was no woman, this was the old man's beast. The realization
that this had once been a white woman, an Anglo woman that their life
long had been taught to respect out of hand. But here now was one
such reduced to an animal state and was announced to for all to see,
a beast, a beast owned by a brown skin such as them.
Shriveled brown cocks, alcohol sodden and filthy, began to twitch
beneath filthy work cloths, twitch and swell at the sight and thought
of it. They paused only briefly before descending on the quivering
pale pink form like the pack of wild dogs they resembled.
The young girl emitted a pitiful moan as the pain in her stooped back
and tortured shoulders throbbed and drummed in her brain. The coarse
laughter and obscene comments registered as background noise amid the
gale of torment that raged in her pretty skull. The poor girl was
indifferent to the pawing and probing hands. A pitiful whine or grunt
was all she could manage as fingers probed the depths of her young
slick vagina, stretched her sore sphincter and squeezed and plucked at
her full pendulous breasts.
Hattori dodging eager hands stepped up next to the girl, and hissed in
her ear through the stumps of his rotted stinking teeth. "So-o-o, my
prettee. You have many friends here tonight. You will make them very
happee, no? If you are a good girl, Hattori will release your arms,
yes? Show your new Master what a good little she-bitch you can be,
eh?" With that he set a small bowl on the bar near her face and
called for a cerveza as the first of many stuffed bolvianos into the
bowl.
