Chapter 62
Hattori watched as the men became impatient as the redheaded whore
pumped her ass up and down yet another cock. He looked on impassively
as the slim cylinder slicked in and out of the slut's ravaged cunt on
the slime of others, open cankerous sores visible around it's diseased
root. After tonight her fouled womb would be too polluted to bear
fruit, assuring him of her uninterrupted services.
A rumbling groan and grasping fingers at the white girl's wide hips
signaled the Indian's climax, as his diseased cock spewed it's
contaminated seed deep into the sodden depths of the young teens
welcoming cunt. The drunken Indian staggered away from the splayed
cheeks of the stooped girl, his deflating cock trailing a thick mucus
like string of amber filth; the dead corpses of white cells, slain in
their losing battle within his diseased loins.
As the men became more drunk it took longer for the young American
slut to milk their cocks. Hattori pulled a few bills from the
overflowing bowl and called over the bartender to order a round for
the house. That should keep them satisfied for the moment. He
motioned to the hulking imbecile who sat rocking side to side in the
corner. Tahio, his retarded son shambled over, head bobbing up and
down, the ever present sheen of drool wetting his chapped red chin.
He gave directions to the hulking retard who bent to open the bag
which hung from his left hand.
Hattori turned to the slut, her drooling bottom slowly pumped up and
down in the empty air milking a nonexistent cock. Her ravaged vulva
bloomed open, the slick swollen labia like the petals of a flower
defiled by the slime of a multitude of slugs. As he watched a thick
cheese-like wad of sperm oozed slowly from the red passage. Clotted
red pubes sprang upward one by one along the thick red lips, freed
from the gooey blob as it slithered from her contaminated womb,
elongated into a glistening string and plopped wetly to the filthy
floor near the spreader bar between her ankles.
The two oriental men stepped toward her flanks their hands filled with
the rough hemp cords the giggling youth had produced from his bag.
The old man's gnarled hands worked the cords with practiced deftness.
Reaching under the bent torso of the pretty redheaded American he
worked quickly. The drooling imbecile assisted by clutching each
breast in turn by the tight strings wrapped around each elongated
swollen nipple and stretching the fat pendulous orbs downward allowing
the old man to loop the cord around the base of each breast tight
against the young girl's rib cage. The mindless thing champed and
grunted like a corralled beast, her feet shuffling back and forth
restrained by the spreader bar. Her red haired head bucked and jerked
against the thick ring securing her tongue to the hook, her breath
came in snorts, her fine neck pulled back obliquely by the nasal tines
secured in her pert freckled nose. She grunted as the coarse rope
burned her skin as the two men worked quickly to bind her hanging
breasts, pulling and looping the rope into a thick corset around each
elongated bag of flesh. The old man patted her matted red head like
an owner reassuring his prized dog. He looped the coarse hemp a few
more times secured the running end and stepped back. He looked up and
motioned to his giggling son who shambled quickly to follow his
father's orders.
Hattori stepped to the bar and lifted the ring in the slut's tongue
from the hook. She gurgled and snorted as bloody saliva dripped from
her grimacing lips. The thick ring through the thick center of her
tongue was pressed tightly against her front teeth preventing her from
retracting her tongue or fully closing her mouth. If her tortured
mind could have assembled a coherent thought, her ability to speak it
had been reduced to mere bestial grunts and mumblings.
The wizen yellow man led the pretty American teen to the center of the
room, leading her with a bony finger through her tongue ring. The
pale girl was stooped from the waist by the ropes wrapped around her
arms drawn cruelly up over her bent back, useless and numb. She
waddled faithfully, painfully, behind him hobbled by the spreader bar
affixed to the back of her slim ankles, above her bare filthy feet,
the giggling retard following close behind. The hulking youth giggled
and drooled as his fingers probed the wet crotch of the staggering
female wretch. Other hands darted in to pluck at a swinging breast to
pinch and twist at the fat bound nipples. Her fine white freckled
skin, marred by abusing fingers and stiff ropes, shone with a patina
of well earned sweat, sprung from her labors to please the group
faceless men by milking their demanding cocks. The crevasse between
her plump splayed buttocks glistened even more wetly with the spent
seed of the many strangers that had paid to user her. The young
teen's tortured pale form stood out starkly in the smoky bar. Her
ivory white body, naked and bound looked alien in the filthy
surroundings. Her smooth translucent white pink flesh was highlighted
by a sprinkling of freckles on her shoulders and chest. Fine blue
veins were faintly visible beneath the alabaster skin. The bar was
like a scene from Dante's Inferno, the fallen angelic form surrounded
by an ocean of demonically grinning yapping brown faces. Like a pack
of hyenas they paced eagerly, their jaws foamy with cheap beer, their
lust stoked by the helplessness vulnerability of the white girl. This
milling pack of third world refuse, a wild pack of scavengers sensing
the helplessness of a wounded prey. Swarmed to assail the white teen
not with tooth and claw, but with the steely prongs of their
unsheathed cocks!
The sadistic old Japanese led the compliant wretch to the center of
the smoky bar to position her suffering stooped form beneath two stout
ropes positioned there by his gibbering son. His black eyes were
impassive, but his smiling lips revealed the relish with which he
finished his task. He motioned to his son to remove the spreader bar
from the wretched girl's ankles. The old Japanese then nodded his
head and the ropes were drawn taut pulled at an angle away from each
other by the eager hands of the drunken men. The stooped form was
slowly lifted from the floor. Surprise slowly registered in the
wretched girl's pain dulled mind. She writhed as she was lifted inches
from the dirt floor, her filthy feet kicking in the air. The two hemp
ropes were tied off at opposite sides of the room. The old shibari
master's eyes followed the taut lines up over the rafters and down to
where they were secured to the ropes binding the young teen's breasts.
She gurgled and moaned as the tight ropes cut into the tender flesh
of her horribly stretched flesh. The alabaster mounds were beginning
to take on the bluish tint of pooling blood. The old man grinned as
he admired his variation of the Ushiro Takate Kote Shibari Turi. He
ran his bony fingers along the tight flesh of her stretched breasts.
She was suspended by her fat breasts, each one pulled up and out by
the ropes suspending her from the overhead rafters. Her pale body was
arched backward, her red nippled breasts pointed vertically upward,
her red hanging back nearly horizontal. The rope wrapped vee of her
bound arms hung beneath her arched back, her hands and shoulders a
sickening blue. The outward pull of the ropes prevented her from
swinging or rotating, she hung the nearly motionless, her only
movement caused by her confused twitching. The old man pulled at the
tight ropes suspending her only inches from the floor. Satisfied her
pulled another length of rope from the bag and bent to the girl's
left foot working quickly, then tossed the running end over the
rafter. He tugged downward on the rope pulling the pretty teen's left
leg upward accomplishing both Kataashi Tsuri and Komon Sarashi
Shibari, a one leg suspension and exposed anus binding. He grinned to
the surrounding men, nodding slightly.
"She now ready to entertain two of you at a time." he said. " No more
waiting, hai!" With a grin he walked back to his stool by the bar.
Behind him two men emerged from the shoving crowd surrounding the
girl, their hands busy pulling at the front of their trousers.
