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The Sisterhood of Spite

Chapter 14 Walking the Whores

Chapter 14

 

 

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 Paris. The streets around the forum and all around the square were teeming with people. As usual, the crowd was made up, mostly, of women, as reflected the make-up of the world population.

      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 LOT!”

      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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