Chap 44
The old man sat back, the sweat coating his face gave the
wrinkled slits of his aged Asian face a simian quality. Long wet
strands of his thinning hair hung down his yellow forehead sprung
free from the knot at the back of his head. His thin lips pulled
into a tight smile of satisfaction as he observed his work. He
turned to the old black Priest and his smile broadened to reveal
the brown rotten stumps of long neglected teeth.
"Nice? Yes?" he said not really expecting an answer. As his
eyes returned to the taunt arch of pink and white flesh suspended
in the center of the room. The young freckled teen with the
womanly curves hung four feet off the floor. A human bow of
muscle and bone. Her arms were drawn back, elbows almost
touching, welded together by a solid wrapping of coarse hemp rope
to her wrists. Her white legs, bent at the knees were drawn back
over her ample buttocks. A spreader between her knees splayed
her thighs, the strain on her wide hips clearly seen in their
taunt flesh. The solid wrappings at her ankles were joined to
those at her wrists, her nubile body bent into the shape of a
rocking "A". The pale pinkish flesh of her torso and waist was
imprisoned in a tight sheath of still more wrappings of coarse
hemp rope. Her large pendulous breasts hung distorted, squeezed
though a narrow gap in tight corset of rope. The thick red nubs
of her nipples were wrapped with thin cord from which hung empty
rings. Her fat pink aureoles were swollen and wet from the
attentions of the old man. The rope creaked as the bound beauty
slowly turned suspended from a single rope affixed to the rope
corset at her body's precise center of balance. Even in the dim
light of the rectory the cruel vise, formed by two thin dried
stalks of cane, trapping the swollen pouting lips of her swollen
labia was visible.
Her head was held up and back, her pretty features distorted by
the twin hooks inserted in her nostrils. Her clear freckled chin
hung down, her mouth agape as her breath rasped quietly from her
throat. Her red hair framed her quiet face, beads of sweat
sparkled in the fine red hair of her brows. The pink tinted
finely veined skin of her lids sheltered innocent eyes soon to
open to madness.
The old Priest stepped toward the suspended form and turned her
for his inspection. He noted the smooth white skin was marked
only by a fine sprinkling of reddish freckles. Here and there
Blue veins were visible beneath the translucent paleness. He
skin seemed to possess a tender pink cast, adding to her
helplessness. His wandering gaze fell on the dark crevass
between her splayed legs and it's pink hued flesh.
"This one might well be a virgin. No telling with the sluts from
Norte America." he intoned in his deep voice. It was a struggle
to keep his building excitement out of his voice. The
aphrodisiac of control he had become addicted to was working it's
magic as it transformed a lump of inert flesh into a pulsing mace
of power, a club with which he would dominate. He would train
this one too, with the old man's help. She would become another
slobbering vessel of lust, begging to be filled with the spent
lust of men. She would learn to worship her new master, her new
god, the phallus. In doing she would damn herself so that others
might be saved.
His mind continued to ramble, but his fingers were purposeful.
His thick black digits slid between the buttocks of the
unconscious girl. He grunted in satisfaction as his index finger
met resistance as it wormed it's way between the damp clinging
flesh of her pink labia. His demanding probing brought a waking
whimper from the young teen.
Hatori saw the stirrings of the girl, and stepped to her head,
gag in hand. He quickly stuffed the crude ball gag into her
mouth, forcing it past her full pink lips and between her small
white teeth. The girl's eyes opened in wide panicked confusion.
She tried to buck but the tense contorted shape of her body
prevented anything more than a moaning wail of desperation and
confusion.
Sandra woke to pressure on her jaw, with a start of panic she
felt something hard and unyielding being forced into her mouth
past her teeth prying her jaws apart to rest heavily on her
tongue. She tried to scream, snorting a breath through her
freckled nose only to feel a crushing pressure on her chest
preventing all but a shallow breath. Her mind besotted with
panic she tried to move, tried to thrash her arms, her legs only
to feel them pinned in a numbly in a seeming immovable vice. She
began to moan and wail, utter confusion mapped across her pretty
face. The faint sounds of laughter began to penetrate the veil
of panic that cloaked her mind.
All was madness as she saw the room spin, the walls turning, two
laughing figures to the side, no, behind her, no, wait. The room
wasn't spinning, she was. Vomit rose in her throat as the dull
ache of her shoulders and hips penetrated the rapidly evaporating
shelter of unconsciousness. The icy fingers of panic once more
gripped her brain threatening to crush it, her wide green eyes
rolled as she tried to buck and thrash, only robbing her of what
little air her starving lungs were rationed by the merciless
ropes.
Panic engulfed her, devouring her reason and consumed her
strength. Exhaustion finally claimed her helpless pink form.
Hanging from the single rope she looked like a plump pink grub
imprisoned in the brown wrapping of a giant spider. Helpless,
the only evidence of life, her pitiful whimpering sobs. The high
pitched "hmee hmee hmee" of her sobs partly stifled by the gag in
her mouth and constricted chest, sounding like some demented
laugh, reflective of her tenuous grasp on reason.
Surely this was madness she thought, a horrible dream, a
nightmare. He mind was distracted by the dull aching throb from
too many places to track. She couldn't move, numbness competed
with pain for space in her confused brain. Suddenly a face, a
voice, a floating straw in a boiling sea, her mind lunged,
coughing and screaming toward the one desperate hope.
"You wakee, missee?" the greasy face said to her. "You like
your new home? You be new toy for Hatori, yes?"
The babbling of the wrinkled face only confused her. Her tear
filled green eyes focusing and unfocusing on the leering gash of
a mouth, not able to comprehend what he was saying.
'Hmee, hmee, hmee." leaked from behind the gag as despair
threatened to once again threaten the brain beneath the short red
hair.
"There is nothing to be afraid of my child." the rich sonorous
tones of a familiar voice soothed her. "You are where god
willed, my child. You have been brought to here to serve." the
voice continued. She felt a warm hand on her side, turning her.
The dark face of the old Padre loomed above her. "You will be
taught to serve. Your flesh will become a temple upon which the
sinful can redeem themselves." he said as his thick fingers
probed between her splayed thighs.
"You must first be cleansed of the foul taint of self and
selfishness that have polluted this vessel of the lord." he said
raising his wet slick fingers before her eyes.
"This is not an easy lesson. It is learned only through abject
repentance and humility. You must debase yourself before us,
before all, and only then can you fulfill god's purpose." he
said as he wiped his soiled fingers across her gaping lips.
The girl struggled in revulsion at the man's words and actions.
Her mind reeling as he continued, his hands exploring her
helpless body.
"To this end I place you in the hands of my friend. He shall
show you the path. In his demanding cruelty you will find your
way, your ultimate purpose."
