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Chapter
14. The Sisterhood of Spite.
Walking
the Whores.
Celia was red with shame. She had thought that she had
no more shame left in her, but this ordeal was really appalling. She, along with five other women was standing in an open square
outside the City forum, in the centre of
The crowd
was in a good mood. The ‘Walking of the Whores’ parades were very popular with
the people. These were the times, once every three months, when upper class
women who had fallen on hard times, were publicly prostituted, and turned into
whores. The parades were a ‘good laugh’ and people of all classes came to
witness the degrading of these women and girls.
All eyes
were on the six unlucky females, all of whom, to their burning shame had been
stripped stark naked soon after their arrival at the square. They had been ordered
to stand with their hands on their heads, by the cane wealding women,
marshalling the parade. Things were bad enough, Celia thought, without
antagonizing those nasty Bitches.
The six
women, one just 19 years old and the oldest at 47, twelve years older than
Celia’s 35 years, had been standing naked in the hot sunshine for about half an
hour, suffering the jeers and cat-calling of the ogling crowd and they were
already dripping with sweat. She lifted her eyes, furtively, not wishing to
attract the mob’s attention and searched the crowd, looking for a friendly
face. She noticed almost immediately, the three Holo-Cams hovering in the air
at different heights, distances and angles to the small square where the
degrading of the six women was taking place. She gasped. Right opposite the
square, on the top deck of some vehicle, waving and jeering, was The Holy
Mother and a large group of her Nuns. With her too, dressed in the white habit
of a novice Nun, was her lovely, sweet Clair, laughing and giggling as she
watched, like all the others.
A cheer
went up from the Nuns as they realised they had caught her eye and Celia looked
down again, quickly. The Nuns presence she could understand, but to have her
lovely Clair gloating over her degradation was almost more than she could bare. These Nuns were the same women who had, just this
morning, bathed her and carefully made up her lovely face and hands and pretty
feet. Her fingernails and toenails had been cut, polished and painted the same
bright red as her lip-dye. Her hair had been set and styled in an elaborate
Roman fashion, piled high upon her head, with ringlets hanging down before her
ears and framing her lovely face.
A loud
roar of laughter went up from the crowd and Celia and all the other five women,
looked up, fearfully, to see what was happening. A long tubular contraption was
being wheeled out of a nearby building and brought to a halt standing at the
head of the parade. It was, as far as Celia could see, a long steel tube with
two rubber tyred wheels attached to two wide frames at each end of the long
central tube. Along the central tube at intervals of about three foot, were six
tubular forks, each of which was supported by a smaller wheel. Above these
wheel forks were T shaped tubes, out of each centre of which stood a thick, 12
inch long double shafted dildo, with its two big knobs pointing to the sky.
“Come on
you Sluts.” Called one of the cane wielding female marshals
“Time for you to mount up on the Whore’s Donkey. You will ride to your
brothel in style.”
Once again
the crowd roared its approval.
The six
humiliated naked women, still with their hands on their heads, were led along
side the long tube and each was made to stand next to one of the up-right
wheel-forks. The marshal who was driving the contraption alighted from the
little ‘bogy’ that pulled the thing behind it and, moving the controls, made
the wheel frames at each end expand and, so doing, lowered the central bar. The
bar was lowered until the knobs of the double dildos were just below the level
of the six naked women’s cunts.
“Right,
you Whores.” Called out the woman in charge. “Step
over the bar and straddle the dildos.”
Celia
didn’t like the sound of that but she, like the other five frightened women,
did as they were told. When all six were in place, a marshal came up to each
one and, making them squat down over the double shafts, ensured the twin knobs
were each inserted into each woman’s cunt and anus. When they were in this
humiliating position the marshal driver raised the bar back to its normal
height. As it rose a collective gasp came from the condemned women and howls of
delight from the crowd, as the thick shafts of the double dildos were driven up
into the naked women’s bowels and bellies. When the cross-bar stopped rising,
each double dildo was thrust up, to the T shaped saddle-bar, into the women’s
guts. After the marshals had made individual length adjustments to the dildo
support bars the central cross-bar was again lifted until the women were raised
up onto the balls of their feet, the dildos deeply embedded, fore and haft,
with their arse grooves and cunt-cracks settling down, heavily, over the saddle
support bar. These bars ensured the women would not have to accommodate any
more than the 12 inches of dildo shaft allocated to them.
The crowd
were beginning to enjoy the entertainment as the women, now standing up on
their toes, began to groan in pain.
“Please!” Groaned one young girl. “Lower the bar. It’s too high for
us.”
The
marshals ignored her cries and, with the driver sitting back in her seat, the
Whore’s Donkey started to move out of the square.
Celia and
the other five women were now forced to walk on tip toe while straddled over
the bar. It was a little difficult to walk this way, especially with their
hands still clasped to their heads, but they managed it. It was not to last.
They had
moved out to the crowd lined street at the beginning of the walk, with
cat-calls and lewd comments from the excited spectators when, suddenly, one of
the naked women seemed to be lifted into the air.
“AAAAAH!” Cried the woman as her shapely, bare legs
scissored, and her feet tried to find the street surface. Her toes quickly
touched the floor again and she resumed her shameful walk.
Another
few yards and one of the younger naked girls were lifted into the air.
“OOOOOOOOGH!” She yelled, to great mirth from the
spectators. She too seemed to tread air for a moment until her toes touched the
ground again and she could tip-toe along once more.
Celia was
puzzled as to what was causing this strange behaviour.
“It was
bad enough.” She thought. “Having to walk on her toes without
leaping about.”
She had a
rude awakening. As she walked along, suddenly the saddle bar between her thighs
shot up, forcing the twin, stiff dildos, up into her guts, slamming the big
knobs hard into her bowels and cervix and lifted her into the air.
“NNAAAAAAGH!” She screamed with shock, as she was lifted off
her pretty feet and kicked out trying to find her footing.
“Ooooooooooooooh!” The crowd jeered as she leaped about.
As her
toes touched the smooth surface of the street, she quickly dropped her hands to
the saddle bar to try and support herself.
CRRRRRRRRRACK!
A marshal
had hit her, full force, across her fat, naked arse with her long, vicious cane.
“EEEEEEEEEEAH!” Celia screamed as the cane, feeling like a
red hot poker, raised a fiery welt across both her pale, plump arsecheeks. As
the crowd laughed, she quickly replaced her hands back on her head.
As the
women walked along, followed by the crowd and still accompanied by lewd jeers
and obscene catcalls, the painful upward thrusting of the double shafted dildos
became more frequent, so that there was at least two women kicking in the air
at any time. Each time the women dropped their arms, the grinning marshals
caned their fat arses until their hands were returned to their heads. Just
then, to make matters even worse, the long central tube began to vibrate,
shaking up and down, making the embedded dildos vibrate violently in the soft,
wet, flesh that enclosed them. All six women began squealing and crying out in
discomfort, while trying, as best they could, to keep their hands on their
heads. Soon the canes of the women Marshals were almost constantly in use and
the plump arses of their squealing prisoners were well roasted.
It was as
if Celia had a fire in her head. She had one in her big bum too, but she was
almost getting use to that. Her mind was thinking about their arrival at their
destination, and what would happen there. The route circled the city centre and
ended at another Square, where she and the other five women would be publicly
prostituted. As the whip wheedling marshals kept reminding the following
crowds.
“Roll up!
Roll up!” They’d sing out. “Come and witness the public fucking of the Whores.
If you like, purchase one for a very small fee. These whores are dirt cheep.
What is more, they will be made to perform any act for you, no matter how
gross. So…..Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!”
Soon the
walking, squealing, leaping women were nearing their destination. Celia and her
companions could hear cheering up ahead and all knew that an even bigger crowd
was waiting for them at their journeys end.
Men and
women ran along side their walking, weeping victims and, shaking handfuls of
pennies in their faces, shouted just what it was they would do to them in the
next part of the Show.
Suddenly,
the little parade walked into the Square and another cheer went up from an even
bigger crowd waiting to see the Whores performing. The parade didn’t enter any
of the building there, but the women were marched in, made to dismount from the
Whore’s Donkey and each made to stand next to one of the six thick double-bed mattresses,
laid out in two rows of three, beside each other on the open tiles of the
Square.
Celia,
stood by the 3rd. mattress in the first row, groaned inwardly. Hands
still on her head, she fidgeted as she stood there, pressing her full, white
thighs tightly together, trying to ease the ache in her dildo raped sex and
anus, while ignoring the pain in her blazing buttocks. For
all the hurt, standing there, naked, before the whole world, in her deep shame
and humiliation, was even worse. Tears ran down her cheeks and sobs
wracked her sweatcoated body. She blushed from her lovely face to her great
bald cunt.
A great
roar went up from the excited crowd, as the Whore Master strutted into the
centre of the Square, followed by a dozen scantily dressed Sluts. These girls
were all whores who were to act as ‘Fluffers’ for the women who were to be
auctioned and prostituted in the exhibition.
While the
Whore Master stepped up on a small platform behind the row of mattresses and
consulted his list, clipped to a small board, the Fluffers flounced into the
square, to stand in pairs, one Slut each side of each blushing, naked woman.
A hush
fell on the crowd and, looking up, Celia saw that the vehicle baring the Abbess
and her Nuns, had sped around by another route to stand in a ‘Reserved’ place,
covering the best view in the square. She could clearly see the leers on the
gloating faces of the Nuns as they sat, already fondling their own cracks, or a
close sitting companion’s still, at the moment, habited body.
It had
gone quite quiet in the square. All that could be heard was the soft sobbing of
some of the victims. Each pair of Fluffers was openly ogling the girl or woman
they had been allotted to. Rolling their eyes, twisting their painted lips into
lecherous pouts, they began fondling the naked charms of the poor unfortunates
that stood between them.
When some
of the younger girls tried to stop them with their hands, the Sluts each
produced a pair of soft leather cuffs. Strapping the women at both wrists and
just above their elbows; and forcing the women’s arms up behind their backs,
they clipped them, wrists to elbow, and quickly rendered all six helpless.
While the crowd cheered them on, the Fluffers produced adjustable jaw clamps
and, slipping them into the moaning women’s mouths they forced open their jaws
until all six mouths were gaping wide, with their tongues protruding,
amusingly, through their lips.
Next, each pair, stood close, on each side of
their prisoner, faced the audience and feigned innocence. Then, one Fluffer
from each pair slyly placed her hand on their woman’s plump arse and squeezed a
fat bumcheek.
All six
women cried out and tried to move foreword but, to laughs from the crowd, both
their Fluffers gripped them by their upper arms and held them firmly in place.
Turning to face their victims one Slut in each pair slipped her frigging finger
between their woman’s bumcheeks and, tentively probed her dildo raped arsehole.
All six women, blushing red in the face, began squirming and whining. Then,
winking at the excited crowd, the Fluffers thrust their stiff fingers, hard, up
the women’s arseholes and lifted all six up on their toes.
Keeping
them up on their toes with one hand, the fingering Fluffers joined their
partners and began fondling and squeezing the women’s big breasts and cruelly
twisting and stretching their big, sensitised nipples.
Celia was
appalled at the abuse and, crying pitifully and struggling feebly, wished the
tiled floor of the square would open up and swallow her.
Soon all
the helpless women were crying and blushing red with shame at being so lewdly
used before such a large crowd of laughing people, but that was not to be the
worst of it. While their colleagues were holding their women firmly in place,
the Sluts fingering their victim’s arseholes dropped their free hands down over
the women’s rounded bellies and, gripping the big, stiffly standing clitoris
they found there, between their fingers and thumbs, they started vigorously masturbating
the shamed and humiliated women.
Despite
their intense humiliation, soon all six women were writhing, helplessly, in a
shameful lust, their plump arses jerking and their burning cunts frothing,
copiously, before the eager eyes of the, again, baying crowd.
Through her
shame Celia turned her lovely face towards the laughing Nuns. She saw a leering
Claudia lewdly fingering the cunt of a sprawling Clair, who had the white skirt
of her habit tucked up around her waist and was holding the Holy Mother tightly
to her, cheek to cheek. She saw her cruel Sister-in-law pull the girl’s plump,
white thighs wider open so that she could clearly see the creamy froth around
the young blonde’s big, gaping cunt and see both woman and girl, was gloating
over her amusing plight.
“Right, then.” Cried the Whore Master,
catching the attention of the crowd. “Her today I have
six buxom Whores for anyone who is willing to pay me a small fee. Let us
see the first Slut.”
He turned
to the 19 year old girl who was standing by the first mattress on the left.
“Girls.” He shouted to the two Fluffers who were abusing
her. “Let’s show the good folk what we’ve got for them.”
Making a
pantomime of the job, the Fluffers each lifted one of the woman’s big jugs,
cupped in the palm of their hands and shook them up and down, as if testing
their weight.
“Got a good pair of udders on her.” Cried
one Slut. “We’ll bind them for you if you like. You can see if you can
draw milk.”
Then, both
supporting the woman with one arm behind her back, the other they slipped
behind her knees and, lifting her off her feet, they pulled open her thighs
wide and laughingly displayed her wet, dildo raped cunt and arsehole to the
jeering spectators. Having shown her gash and ring to the entire crowd, they
set her on her feet, turned her round and, bending her over they next displayed
her big bum to the cheering audience. One Slut leaned over the woman’s back
and, gripping her fat arsecheeks with each hand, she pulled them wide apart,
exposing the woman’s gaping red openings. Her colleague, dropping to one knee,
plunged two fingers of each hand into both the squealing woman’s red raw
orifices and stretched them open wide.
“You can
have either of these, in any way you like.” The hole stretching Slut leered.
Then getting to her feet, while her colleague straightened their victim up and
turned her to face the front she thrust her slimy fingers into the woman’s
gaping mouth and, holding the jaw clamp with one hand, she gripped the woman’s
tongue with her other gamy fingers and pulled it from the poor whining girl’s stretched
open lips.
“Or, of course, if you prefer it.” The grinning Fluffer
cried. “You can use this opening, instead.”
“Have I
got any buyers for the prostituting of this fine, buxom Whore?” Cried the Whore Master to the spectators. “What am I bid?”
“Two pence.” Cried a big, muscular man in
the crowd.
An
Imperial Dollar would buy a large glass of wine and ten Imperial pence would
buy one slice of bread, so it can be seen just how humiliatingly low the bid
was.
“Done!” Laughed the Whore Master. “Sold to the big Gentleman in the front. Come and mount your
Whore, Sir. Have her in any way you like. The two ladies will assist you. Any
others who want her for two pence can form a line behind him.”
A queue of
men and women immediately began forming behind the big man. He spoke to the Fluffers
and they pushed the weeping, prostituted young woman, down onto her back on the
mattress and, working together, they forced her shapely legs up and back
towards her head and crossed her ankles behind her neck, her pretty feet
propping up her head. This position lifted her fat arse up from the mattress
and offered her defenceless cunt to the rape. She was totally helpless and
wept, bitterly.
With a
shout, the lout lifted his kilt and displayed a ridged, formidably enhanced
prick of huge dimensions and, dropping to his knees and falling, heavily,
across her soft, naked body, he plunged its full length, to the root, into her
belly.
“NAAAAAAAARGH!” The Whore screamed with anguish, and as the
first man fucked his chosen mount with hard, cruel thrusts, the line of others
to use her formed up behind him, The Whore Master moved on the next woman.
The second
woman was treated in much the same way as the first and, quickly on her back
with her Fluffers holding her shapely legs up high, soon had another man
gripped tightly between her full, white thighs.
Making his
way between the men and women, hurriedly forming queues to mount the first two
women, the whore Master now reached Celia.
Just then
a loud cry of disgust was heard from the first Whore.
Celia, the Whore Master and the whole audience looked
towards the first mattress. Still being raped hard with her ankles behind her
neck, the 19 year old Whore’s head was being straddled by a woman from the
crowd, who was squatting down over her pretty face and pissing into her forced
open mouth.
The crowd
roared with laughter and cheered the woman committing the gross act on,
encouraging her to go farther.
The woman, who looked as though she was a
Patrician herself, waved to her fans and, finishing pissing, farted twice into
the girl’s pretty face. The raped girl, groaning and gagging beneath her arse,
the woman stood up and, still acknowledging the cheers of the crowd, walked
back to stand watching with her friends.
Getting
back to business, the Whore Master, chuckling to himself, again addressed the
crowd.
“There.”
He laughed. “That lady knows how to treat a Whore. Now, who will buy a few
moments of this Slut’s time? I have it on good authority that she was once a
high titled Lady. So she’ll need a good hard shafting from someone. Do I hear a
bid?”
“I’ll give
her one penny for the privilege.” Cried a deep voice from the
crowd. “She looks so hot, I think she’d pay
me!”
The rich
voice came from a muscular dwarf about a meteor high and sixty years old, who
eagerly hurried to the Whore Master and handed him his penny payment.
“Just tell
the Fluffers how you want her.” Grinned the Whore
Master. “They’ll help you mount her.”
“I want
her on her knees.” Leered the dwarf. “I haven’t
decided which hole to use yet. Let me examine them to see which is the
prettiest.”
As the
crowd laughed and jeered, the two Fluffers forced Celia down on her knees and
held her there with her fat, rounded arse pointing at her excited client.
The dwarf
approached the brunette’s big bum and sniffed at it, appreciatively.
“Smells good!” He grinned. “I wonder what she tastes like.”
And
suiting actions to words, he gripped Celia’s plump arsecheeks, one in each hand
and, pulling them apart, he pressed his ugly face into her arse-groove and
sucked hard on her arsehole.
“AAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Celia groaned as, blushing red with
humiliation, her shapely body started to shiver with lust.
The dwarf
pulled his head back.
“That’s
the one!” He yelled, casting off his tunic and brandishing a huge cock in his
hand. While the two giggling Fluffers carefully greased her pouting anus, he
ran around to Celia’s head and, gripping her ears with his hands, he plunged
his big knob between her clamped open jaws and began fucking her lovely face,
forcing his length down her throat and making her gag.
“Her
bumhole is all greased up for you, big boy.” Called one of
the Fluffers, sniffing at her slippery fingers. “Let’s do your knob for
you. It’ll slip up her like a knife through butter.”
Pulling
his long prick from Celia’s gaping, saliva gushing mouth, he hurried to her
rear, where a Fluffer took hold of his knob and skilfully lubricated his
length.
Standing
behind the kneeling brunette, he eyed the pouting target, hotly, and bending
over her back while the giggling Fluffer took his big cock and placed his
swollen knob at her greased up bumhole, he prepared himself for the great
plunge. With a grunt, he thrust foreword and rammed his full length, to the
hilt, into Celia’s bulging arsehole.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAGH!” The brunette shrieked and the upper
part of her lovely body reared up, splashing sweat
every where and making her little rapist grip her hips to hold on to her as he
buggered her, vigorously.
As her
lovely head came up and she felt the dwarf’s thick shaft plunge to the depths
of her bowels, she saw that the Nuns, pointing towards her excitedly, were all
gloating over the treatment she was receiving.
Kneeling
upright now and bracing herself while she was taking a
buggering the grunting brunette became aware of a woman standing in front of
her. A buxom black woman of about 27 years and, obviously by
her dress, of the Slave class. Turning her back on Celia, the woman
lifted her skirt and thrust her big, firm, naked arse, back at the brunette’s
gaping, jaw clamped mouth. As Celia looked at the
Negress’s big bum she saw that it’s bulging, wrinkled anus was a pretty purple
colour and that it pouted out, as if for a kiss.
A Fluffer
whispered into Celia’s ear.
“Just put
out your tongue and rim this Bitch’s arsehole.” Laughed the
Slut, pushing Celia’s lovely face into the Slave’s arse-groove. “She’s
paid her penny, so do her nicely or I’ll take a cane to your big udders.”
Gripping
the black girl’s hips for support while bracing herself against the dwarf’s
hard thrusts, her face pressed into the girl’s arse-groove, Celia pushed out
her tongue, tentatively, through the jaws of the mouth-clamp and licked the
black girl’s arsehole. It tasted quite pungent, she thought.
The Slave,
squealing with delight, pressed her purple anus back onto the sobbing
brunette’s thrusting tongue.
A loud
cheer went up from the crowd and a chant of. “Arsehole
sucker! Arsehole sucker!” Started
up from the gloating Nuns.
“Oh, God!” Celia thought, while probing her tongue deeper
into the black girl’s turd-tube. “Every one is watching! Everybody can see what
I’m doing. I’m so ashamed!”
Watching
the play of her tongue on the Slave’s big anus triggered the dwarf’s orgasm.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” He yelled, forcefully discharging
his thick spunk deep into the shuddering brunette’s raped arsehole. “TAKE IT,
WHORE. TAKE THE
And, while
the Negress squealed out her own climax, farting wetly into the brunette’s
mouth as she did so, Celia actually felt the dwarf’s boiling seed splatter,
hotly, over her pounded tripes.
These
sensations and the feelings shame and humiliation stimulated the numerous nerve
clusters newly implanted in her shapely body. The lovely brunette threw back
her head and gave a long, high-pitched squeal as, her big udders shook, her
arsecheeks juddered and clapped together, and her plump, white body spasmed, as
a delicious orgasm wracked through her entire system.
“Oooooooooogh!” She moaned and her body stiffened, as she
relished the first real climax she had experienced in her sheltered life.
“Look!”
The cry came from an excited Claudia, who pointed her finger in delight. “She’s
spurting! The dirty Bitch is shooting her juice! She’s CUMMING! THE WHORE IS
CUMMING!”
And all
the Nuns shrieked with laughter and applauded, while some screamed out obscene suggestions as to what
Celia’s queuing clients could do to her when their turn came.
The dwarf
and the Slave woman were gone before the squealing brunette’s shuddering body
had relaxed. While she was still spurting her cream, the two Fluffers removed
her cuffs and, throwing her onto her back on the mattress, lifted her shapely
legs high in the air so that she could be mounted yet again.
This time
her customer was a tall, buxom, stark naked young woman, who stood looking down
onto Celia’s lovely, plump cunt as her pretty mouth twisted into a lecherous
leer. She expanded the end of the huge, sophisticated dildo that she had
embedded in her own swollen twat, so that it was gripped tightly in position.
Celia’s eyes widened with fear when she saw the size of the knob and the long,
thick, shaft, which was covered all along its length with knobbly warts.
“Do you
think I should grease my little tool?” The young woman asked the Fluffers.
“No, darling.” Answered one of the Sluts.
“What with all that spunk and her own gushings, her cunt is sopping.”
The girl
dropped to her knees before Celia’s gaping gash and, placing the brunette’s
legs over her shoulders, she waited a second for one of the Fluffers to hold
the big knob against the Whore’s sopping, red raw crack. Then, gripping the
older woman’s soft, white shoulders, she rammed in her big dildo so deep, that
both hers and Celia’s fat cunts mashed together with a wet squelch.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Groaned Celia, as she
wrapped her arms, tightly around the younger woman’s back.
The Dyke
gripped the brunette’s full arsecheeks one in each hand and, gripping the
mattress with her toes, she withdrew her shaft and again ploughed it deep into
the Celia’s guts, until their cunts kissed once more, their big ticklers rubbing
together, hotly.
During this
vigorous shafting, Celia, her legs still over the younger woman’s shoulders and
her knees pressed into her own big jugs, had her fat, round arse lifted up off
the mattress, her anus blowing kisses to the crowd. One of the Fluffers knelt
behind the young dyke’s buttocks and thrust two of her stiffened fingers, to
the last knuckles, into Celia’s big, pouting bumhole.
Celia
began to grunt at each thrust.
Groaning
with lust, the young dyke fucked the grunting whore’s red and swelling cunt, in
and out, in and out, at a high speed, the warty nodules around its thick girth
reaming out the tight, wet, passage, making it clench and milk at it’s driving
length until Celia’s cuntcrack frothed and spurted hot cream down over the
Fluffer’s swiftly fingering hand, allowing her slippery digits to piston
smoothly in and out of the brunette’s bouncing bumhole.
As Celia
gasped out her delight at her orgasm, the young dyke leaned down over her body,
pressing her knees, back hard, into her own big jugs and, crushing her mouth
onto that of the gasping brunette’s, thrust her tongue, deep, into the older
woman’s throat.
It was in
this position that the dyke began shrieking with delight as a thunderous orgasm
crashed through her cunt, as both the women’s clitorises drubbed vigorously
against each other.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Groaned Celia as, gripping the dyke’s
arsecheeks, she bucked her hips upward and mashed her frothing cunt against the
younger girl’s, eager to experience another beautiful orgasm before the dyke
could withdraw. “YES! YES! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!” She screamed. “FUCK HARDER!
FUCK HARDER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”
And both
women moving their plump arses at high speed, slid their cracks down around the
huge dildo’s thick shaft and, furiously mashing their sopping cunts together,
squealed and sucked at each others tongues as their mutual orgasms flashed
through their sweating bodies.
In a few
moments a groaning Celia’s shapely legs fell to the mattress and the gasping
young dyke collapsed over her body.
To
delighted cheering from the crowd, the Fluffers quickly pulled the dykes body
back off the heavily panting whore and, tugging hard, withdrew the thick dildo
from the older woman’s clenching cunt with a loud, wet, PLOP!
The
excited spectators had quickly seen which was the most spectacular
exhibition in the square and now all the potential customers were lining
up behind Celia’s queue, eager to pay their pennies to abuse this lovely new
Whore. The other women’s queues had run out, so the Whore Master had their
Fluffers take them to a City brothel where they would be put to work.
Suddenly
there was only Celia left at work in the square. All eyes were fixed on her
beautiful, naked body, as they gloated over her complete degradation.
They
didn’t let her rest. The next client had paid his two pence and was ready to
fuck.
A short,
thickset man, he tore his tunic off and showed the spectators the size of his
formidable prick. This time he asked to be ridden. Laying down flat on his back
in the centre of the mattress, his big cock stood straight up, pointing at the
clear blue sky.
“Mount up,
Whore!” The Fluffers cried as they lifted Celia to her feet. “Mount up on that
lovely cock and see if you can give yourself another spurting.”
As the
spectators cheered her on, Celia, now eager to comply, straddled the man’s body
and, squatting down over his up-standing prick, quickly impaled herself to its
root.
Her feet
flat on the mattress either side of his hips, she leaned foreword and held on
to the man’s broad shoulders, her big arse reared up, her red, pouting arsehole
blowing kisses to the crowd. The squealing brunette, her lovely face and
breasts flushed red with desire, her soft white body running with sweat,
started sliding her frothing cunt up and down his stiff and throbbing shaft
with long, slow, strokes, which greased her client’s bloated cock with her hot
cunt juices, her body shuddering with lust. This was not rape anymore, but
eager, high arousal.
She
started quickening the speed of her strokes. Her big bum rode up and down
speeding from a trot to a canter.
But this
still wasn’t fast enough for her Fluffers. One of the Sluts lifted her cane,
high in the air and brought it down across both her plump, bouncing arsecheeks
with a loud CRACK!
“NAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!” Celia threw back her lovely head and
screamed aloud. The two Sluts laughed, gleefully, as they saw the speed of her
bouncing bum increase to a gallop on his cock.
“Faster!
Faster!” The two Fluffers cried as they caned her across both her juddering
arsecheeks each time she rode up to the knob of his knob.
Maddened
with lust, the muscular client paced his thrusts with her strokes, ramming
hard, up into her soft, wet, belly, each time she slid, swiftly, down his
shaft. So quickly did he ram her, that his big
bollocks bounced up and smacked her on her arsehole at each stroke.
She felt a
movement behind her and another client stood over the first man’s legs and,
straddling her bouncing arse, he squatted down and lined his prick up with her
pouting anus.
One of the
Fluffers, halting the gallop for one second, gripped the second man’s cock and
aimed its knob at the whore’s big, arsehole.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAH!” Celia shrieked, as the second
man’s thick prick stretched open her arsehole and slid, to the root, into her
boiling bowels. Quickly matching their strokes, both men began ramming their
big cocks into her shuddering body at the same time, sandwiching her soft,
white flesh, between their muscular frames.
The crowd
roared their delight and cheered the men on while more and more people joined
the queue to sample her goodies.
Her body
buffeting between the two big men as they both plunged their pricks deep into
her belly and pounded her womb, she became aware that the Fluffers were
bringing a third man foreword to stand before her. A man who
appeared to be in his 80s. He,
too, was naked and his prick standing straight up to his naval.
Pulling
the old man’s throbbing cock down, the Fluffers pointed its knob to Celia’s
gaping, clamped open mouth and, as he thrust foreword with his hips, they
guided his length in over her saliva dribbling tongue and into the back of her
throat.
“GUGH!” She retched and gagged, as the pulsing gland pressed
against her defenceless epiglottis. “GULCK! GUUGH! CUUUURRCK!”
Her
juddering body was being pushed foreword onto the third man’s throbbing,
thrusting cock and, eyes bulging from her head, she felt it forcing her gullet
open and sliding down her throat.
“GLUG! GLUG! GLUG!” Celia gagged as
the old man started thrusting deep into her gullet until, her nose pressing
into his bald pubic mound, she had swallowed it all. Her throat swelled up like
a goitre as he held her head pressed hard to his groin.
“Lick my
balls!” He yelled down at her. “Lick my balls and suck me hard.”
Celia
thrust out her wet tongue along the bottom of his shaft and began licking his
big, dangling bollocks, as he had ordered. She also tried sucking his long
length, embedded as it was in her stretched throat. As she set up the suction,
her throat began clenching around his throbbing shaft in a most delightful way.
“AAAAAGH!” He groaned and began pistoning his bloated
length, in and out, of her swollen neck, as she gagged and retched and bucked,
vigorously, back onto the stiff pricks of the two men sandwiching her.
In a few hectic moments the two men
fucking her arse and cunt, had exploded deep inside her and she felt both jets
of thick, boiling spunk, splash, hotly, over her innards.
The old
man, reaching his peak, cried out and, withdrawing his length until his
throbbing knob was lodged in her clutching gullet, he exploded in her throat.
She gave a little cough and two thick gouts of boiling spunk shot out of both
her flaring nostrils and splashed down over her great big udders. All three of
her openings were inundated with their hot seed.
As the man
who had buggered her slid his slackening, dribbling length from her gaping
anus, Celia rolled off the man she had been riding and, so doing, pulled the
two remaining cocks from her cunt and throat and lay gasping for breath, on her
back.
She was
not aloud to lay there for long.
As soon as
the last tree clients had moved away, the panting brunette was dragged to her
feet to stand facing a giant of a man.
Naked, his
throbbing prick stood upright against his rippling, muscled stomach, its
foreskin peeled right back around its thick shouldered girth. He put out his
arms for her and the two Fluffers pushed her to him, her round belly pressed
against his pulsing cock.
He rapped
his strong arms around her and, clasping one of her big arsecheeks in each
hand, he lifted her up off her feet, until her plump, bald, cunt-mound, was
above his big, throbbing, red knob. Desperately, the helpless brunette gripped
his broad shoulders with her arms to steady herself.
Then, one
of the Fluffers pointing its tip up at Celia’s gaping gash he, gripping her
tight by her soft, round shoulders, plunged her right down over his steel stiff
shaft until the stretched lips of her swollen cunt were wrapped, tightly,
around its thick girthed root.
“NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAGH!” She shrieked, as she was jolted
to a halt, hanging on his ridged rod.
The giant
held her there and bounced her, up and down, on the great, thick, root of his
prick for some moments, bringing squeals of anguish from her sweet, clamped
open lips, as her swollen tickler was squeezed against his hard groin. Holding
tightly to his shoulders, she quickly wrapped her long, shapely legs around his
muscular loins.
Gripping her
round bum-cheeks tightly in his hands, he lifted her up his thick, slippery
shaft and then plunged her down again, onto its root. Up and down, up and down,
he plunged her, ramming his prick up to meet her downward drop, so that his
swollen helmet slammed, again and again, up into her battered cervix.
With Celia
crying out each time his knob-head smacked up into her womb, the giant bounced
her, faster and faster, up and down the long length of his steel, stiff shaft,
her slippery, white cunt cream, greasing his way.
Not
satisfied with the speed and force of stroke he was achieving holding her in
this way; the giant moved his strong arms so that he held her with her thighs
spread out over his fore-arms, with nothing restricting the thrust of his shaft
between his hips and her moist and gaping gash.
He started
thrusting again. This time the speed and force of his thrusts were both quicker
and harder, bringing loud shrieks from Celia’s clamped open mouth.
CLAP,
CLAP, CLAP,CLAP,CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP! Went the sound of
his hips swiftly slapping against the wet and swollen lips of the Whore’s
battered cunt.
Holding
tightly around his thick neck, Celia threw back her lovely head and shrieked
aloud.
All who
saw the show were amazed at the length of time the giant could keep up the
speed of his powerful thrusts. He had stood there for a good ten minuets, his
arse going like a jack-hammer, slamming his hard prick into her bouncing belly
and smacking her cunt with his hips.
Her
shrieks changed their tempo and soon she was screaming with joy. The delighted
crowd could clearly see her frothing cunt splashing cream every where, as
orgasm followed swiftly on orgasm, until the giant gave a great bellow and
pumped her bouncing belly full of thick, boiling spunk.
After the
giant had lowered Celia down onto her tottering feet and, acknowledging the
applause of the crowd, shuffled back into the square, the two Fluffers began
preparing the sweat soaked brunette for her next bout.
Her next client, another muscleman, wanted
to bugger her standing up, so the two Sluts greased her arse-groove and,
standing him behind her, took hold of his big cock and placed it between her
plump, round arsecheeks. Slipping his big hands under her arms, he gripped both
her great udders and, crushing them in his strong fingers; he rammed his hips
foreword and embedded the full, thick length of his shaft, deep into her crap
filled turd tube.
As her
Sister-in-law’s shriek filled the square, Claudia saw that Celia’s fat arse had
already began thrusting back onto the man’s powerful strokes. Glancing along
the line queuing for their turn, she estimated that nearly one thousand men and
women were waiting to fuck this aristocratic Whore, in one way or another.
“We won’t
be able to see all the show, Sisters.” She said, to wails of disappointment
from her party. “It will obviously go on all day. We’ll leave the Whore here to
take on all comers. Then she’ll spend the next two days in a popular brothel. If
that doesn’t change her attitude, I don’t know what will. We’ll watch this
buggering then we’ll go.”
The
buggering in the square had speeded up considerably and the sound of the loud
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! of hips hitting buttocks could be
heard even over Celia’s screams.
The sweat
soaked brunette’s shapely legs were now buckling under her and her rapist
lowered her to her knees on the mattress. She kneeled upright, he still
gripping her big jugs, squatted on the balls of his feet behind her and,
pulling her against him, he continued to bugger her, mercilessly.
Claudia
leered and whispered some thing into Sister Gloria’s ear. The big Nun laughed
and quickly made her way down into the square.
Celia
suddenly became aware of a figure standing before her.
It was Sister Gloria. The buxom Nun spoke to the
Fluffers and one of the Sluts took off Celia’s jaw-clamp and bent her foreword.
All the time her client continued buggering her vigorously.
The two
Fluffers held Celia in position, one gripping her by her dark hair and holding
her lovely face up firmly.
“What I
want this Whore to do, ladies.” The buxom Nun smiled at the Fluffers. “Is to
suck my arsehole and not to stop until I say so.”
“Right,
Whore.” One of the two giggling Sluts shouted at her. “You heard what the
Sister said. She’s paid her tu’pence and you’ve got to suck hard, or we’ll cane
those big jugs of yours.”
Laughing
down at her, Sister Gloria turned her back to Celia and, hoisting her long
black skirt up around her waist, she bared her plump, naked thighs and full,
round, white buttocks.
The crowd
roared their approval.
Gloria,
looking back over her shoulder, spreading her thighs and bending her stocking
covered knees, thrust her fat round arse out at Celia’s lovely, horrified face.
One of the
Fluffers, quickly gripping one of Gloria’s plump cheeks in each hand, pulled
them open wide and exposed her big wrinkled bumhole to the world.
“There!
You see that pretty arsehole?” Crooned the other Slut.
“Well you’re going to put your lovely lips around it and suck. Do you hear me,
Whore?”
Gripping
the brunette’s thick, dark hair in her fist, the giggling Slut forced Celia’s
beautiful, flushed, wide eyed face, into the big Nun’s spread wide arse groove.
“Wait just
a moment.” Called Gloria.
The buxom
Nun strained a little and her big anus bulging and pouting, prettily, spread
open and pushed out the tip of a thick, brown turd.
“Now!” Said Gloria, over her shoulder.
“Make the Whore suck my arsehole and make sure she doesn’t stop until I’m
ready.”
“Open your
mouth and wrap your lips around that!” Ordered the Fluffer,
forcing Celia’s mouth towards the big Nun’s bulging bumhole.
Celia
tried to turn her head away, but the client buggering her gripped her big
nipples in his fingers and crushed them, cruelly.
“Do it,
Slut.” He yelled, stretching her teats as if he was milking her. “Suck arse, as
you are told.”
Opening
her mouth to scream, Celia gave the Fluffer a chance to press her lovely lips
over the big Nun’s bulging anus and, blushing with hot shame, she began sucking
Gloria’s arsehole.
“Oh! Yes!
Yes!” Cried Gloria, laughing and leering towards her Sister
Nuns. “Yes! That’s the way! Ooooooh! Yes! The dirty Bitch! It’s lovely!
Keep at it! Here’s a gift for you, you dirty Slut!”
And
straining, she slid the thick turd right into Celia’s sucking mouth, filling it
from the back of the pretty brunette’s throat, until it forced her head back
and away from Gloria’s big bum.
Sister
Gloria straightened up and, dropping her skirt, turned to face Celia. She
laughed when she saw the beautiful woman’s mouth was full of her shit, her
blushing cheeks bulging and her lovely lips wrapped around the thick,
protruding stub of her steaming turd.
One of the
Fluffers, thrusting her hand between Celia’s full thighs from the front, began
vigorously masturbating her stiff and swollen tickler so that her eyes rolled
up in her head.
“Eat it,
you dirty Bitch!” The Slut cried. “Come on! Chew it well and swallow it down.”
And, while
her client continued forcefully buggering her, Celia began chewing on the turd
as ordered.
Gloria
returned to the Holy Mother’s party and once more sat down besides Claudia, who
was still skilfully masturbating young Clair. The strawberry blonde gazed back
at her though half closed eyes and ran the tip of her tongue over her lust
swollen lips.
“That made
her blush.” Laughed the Holy Mother, her eyes still focused on Celia and the
obscene exhibition in the square. “Just see how she chews on your gift. She
seems to be enjoying it!”
“Well, the
turd was big enough.” Leered the big Nun. “There must
be at least another eight hundred people in that queue, waiting to rape her in
various lewd ways and the taste of my shit will remain in her sweet mouth
during each rape.”
“She will
remember your flavour well.” Claudia laughed in reply.
The women
turned again to look at the scene, as Celia’s squeals turned to a frantic
braying, her lovely, blushing face, lifted to the sky, as with a flurry of hard
jabs, her bellowing rapist pumped her bowels full of his boiling spunk.
“Come on
Sisters.” Called Claudia, to her Nuns moans of disappointment. “This whore will
be kept at it for hours yet. And we have to get back to the Abbey.”
“Yes, come
on, ladies.” Encouraged Sister Gloria. “All this is
being Holo-Vid recorded, so you will be able to see it all soon. And after she
finishes her two long shifts in a brothel, she will come back to our Order, as
our very own Whore and we will have all the time in the world to abuse her, at
our leisure. So make your way back to our ‘floater’ so we can return,”
And, with
their eyes, still, trying to watch what was happening next in the square, the
Nuns made their way back to their transport and home.
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