Chapter 11

It was early in the morning as Hatori entered the rectory to do the regular cleaning and collection of soiled linens. He stopped in mid stride when he saw the sight before him. Tahio his son and the large mastiff nearly collided with him his halt was so sudden. For a moment he was bewildered at what lay before him. He knew the old Padre would be gone till midday, but why was the young American girl displayed so? It could only have been done by the Padre he reasoned, as he was her guardian. A not so benevolent guardian it seemed. Maybe he and the Priest had more in common than he thought. Silently he approached the table looking for something that might explain the puzzle before him. He saw the old books and leafed through the Jesuit texts gleaning enough from the engravings to know what the priest was doing to the girl. Why he could only imagine.

"So primitive," he snorted under his breath. Looking toward the girl, he motioned to his son to remain where he was, the large dog straining at his collar at the scent of musk heavy in the air. He could not believe his good fortune. He could think of nothing else since laying eyes on the American girl the day before. He took his lust and frustration out on Maria these last few days. Even now she suffered for his pleasure, tied and trussed with coarse hemp waiting his return.

Rachel could sense a presence in the room, but could see nothing through the hood.

"Look at de leetle missy" a familiar voice hissed. "La Puta, si, Hatori?, the old japanese laundry man said as ran a rough hand over the smooth skin that clad the teen's finely muscled back. The thick muscles along her spine standing out in relief as her back arched. His hands cupped her heavy breasts, drawing a whimper from the girl as it pulled on her swollen blue nipples. The old man's hand slid down the girl's back and around the curve of her buttock. He cupped the firm flesh and squeezed it in appreciation. He unceremoniously wormed a bony finger between the exposed lips of the defenseless girl's pussy, still slick with the Padre's leavings.

"Can I fuckee, the Missee, papa?" the youth babbled as he watched his father finger the girl.

The naked girl shuddered not at the sound of the idiot babbling of the large oriental youth, but at the wave of delight she felt as the bony finger explored her bottom. His other had joined the first, spreading her for inspection, the large nub of her clit rising in response. She felt a feeling in her stomach, a feeling of near nausea, not at her exposure, her debasement, nor the repellent touch of the old man. No, it was a sick empty feeling that they might leave her, that they might not use her. Might not fill her with their filthy squirming seed. This very thought should have sickened her, but she felt only satisfaction, that her womb might receive yet another baptism of viscous sperm. The helpless teen began to buck and grunt around the candle that filled her mouth. Trying to feel more of the maddening fingers that probed her exposed sex. The old man used one hand to pry her slick labia apart, the old Padre's sperm still clinging to the sparse hairs. Hatori sniggered to himself at the sight of the red raw flesh of the poor girl wet with the spent seed of the old priest. Hitori grinned at the sight of the raised red finger of the girl's inflamed clit. With sadistic glee he caught the livid bundle of nerves between the thumb and forefinger and pinched it cruelly as the the kneeling young woman thrashed and bucked in her bound position.

The old man motioned to the retarded youth to bring the dog forward, the mammoth dog champing with agitation. The old man jerked his fingers from the girl's privates and held them in front of the slobbering dog's muzzle. The dog sniffed at the oily goo coating the Hatori's fingers and immediately began to lap at the musky smelling slime when the dog had finished with the man's hand his head raised his nose searching for the now familiar smell. Tahio had a hard time restraining the large animal as he strained at the chain collar slowly pulling the youth toward the two half moons of the girls ass.

Rachel jerked at the first cold contact of the dog's nose with the hot flesh of her quim. Her nerve endings sparked and sizzled as the dog assaulted her exposed privates. The poor girl made an inviting target, her tight ass cheeks standing tall and exposed on the firm columns of her long thighs. Her lean buttocks stood high and firm, exposing her sex in the wide cleft between the firm cheeks. The sparse blonde hair that covered her plump swollen labia fairly bristled, beaded damply with the the priest's slime. Her swollen inner labia protruded out like some greedy tongue, red and swollen. With a cursory sniff, Conquistador's broad tongue began to lap at the long labia, in a perverted parody of two lovers French kissing. The dog seemed intent at plumbing the very depths of the poor girl's womb to get the mixture of musk and cum.

Rachel thought she would die when she felt the old man remove his wriggling fingers leaving her open and empty. She waved the split half moons of her ass from side to side in an obscene effort to recapture the feeling. The wet touch of the dog's warm tongue brought a wave of excitement coursing through her.

The wailing "No-o-o-o-o-o! that rang through her mind when she deduced the true identity of the brute assaulting the treasure of her upturned pussy, came out a muffled moan through the plug of wax filling her mouth. She began to thrash and jerk as the perversion invaded her mind and senses. Each pull and jerk caused agony in her poor nipples and nose. Pain and humiliation competed for space within the girl's consciousness.

Rachel thought she had sunk to the depths of depravity, but she was wrong, the hungry ministrations of the dog's tongue began to assuage the girl's pain. Once again the fire in her filthy cunt began to betray her. A low pitiful whimper vibrated in her throat as the dog continued to lap at her.

The old man stood watching the depraved display, idly squeezing the girl's left breast as it hung heavily beneath her, his own right hand rubbing the erection that tented the front of his loose pantaloons.

"Tahio, Conquistador, no mas", he barked as he motioned with his arm. His babbling son pulled the animal away from the girl, her elevated bottom wet with dogs sticky saliva.

"Now Missee.we see if I feet yor leetle pussy.", he said as he fumbled with his pantaloons, shoving them to his knees. The hooded girl was spared the sight of the old man's scab covered candy little legs as he waddled to the waiting girls elevated buttocks.

The old man positively drooled at the cleft of flesh before him. The teen's firm buttocks were at his waist level, their muscular firmness creating a wide cleft in which the bruised slit of her pussy and pink rosebud of her sphincter could not hide. No the wide glistening cleft of her ass, elevated on the muscular columns of her thighs displayed her charms obscenely. Impatiently, the old man fisted his rancid cock and waddled up to the charms the bound girl offer up to him. He ran the knobby head of his cock up and down the angry red lips of the girls labia luxuriating in the slickness left by those before him. With a delighted grunt he rammed his warty shaft into the swampy cunt. His claw like hands clutched the girls narrow hips and his pelvis began the rhythmic motion as old as time.

Rachel moaned at this new invasion, her hips soon moving in time with the fleshy piston drubbing against her batter cervix. A steady low moan growled in her throat, as her thighs flexed pushing her ass back against the pelvis that pounded against her upturned ass. She knew she was truly lost as she thought not an instant of the cock or it's owner, but focused on the thrill it gave her, on how it's creamy load might taste and feel on her tongue. He mind was lost in an effort to create an image of what it looked like lancing in and out of her poor battered pussy.

The old man stared at the back of the girl though his slanted eyes, sweat dripping from the ends of his greasy mustache to drip on the upturned curves of her ass. He watched the subtle flexing of her muscular back as she supported herself and pushed backwards against him. "Such a whore she is, he thought", with contempt. "It took over three years for him to train Maria, to the point that this young puta has come to in a day!" he marveled to himself. He watched as beads of sweat formed along the thick muscles of her spine and coalesced to pool along the hollow of her spine. Drops from her proud upturned ass ran down to join the pool as she labored slavishly to milk his cock.

The old man groaned inwardly at the soft flesh that encased his rod. The warty growths of his ancient member chaffed and tore at the tender near virginal flesh that clung to it with each outstroke. He could feel every squeeze of the girl's cunt muscles, deliberately milking him. His eyes traveled upward at the motion of his idiot son, as he stood questioning by the girl's hooded head. A grim smile spread across the old man's face as he nodded. Fumbling with the cords knot, the spit wet candle soon fell with a clump to the wooden floor. The youth next removed the hood, the girl blinking wildly as she became use to the light. Her eyes brimmed with tears, from pain, relief or humiliation, it mattered not, as she wormed her ass backward as best she could, not missing a beat of the old man's tempo as his bony hips thudded into the muscular cheeks of her buttocks that she gladly offered up to him, arching her back back to make her quim more accessible.