Date: Wed, 7 Jan 2009 14:29:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Wendi St. Clair <missparsiphone@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Perfect Victim Part 1

If you are offended by gender-bending adventures, or perhaps squeamish
about non-consensual sex, maybe this isn't for you.  Turn back now.  If you
are under eighteen years old.  Have patience, you will be old enough to
look at all of this all too soon.  If you are a kindred spirit, pull up a
chair, my lords and ladies who love lady boys, and I will light up some
scented candles and very respectfully tell you a story.

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The Perfect Victim

A story by Wendi Marie St. Clair

1.

"You'll get yourself killed, you idiot!" was the last thing Rachel said as
he left.  He was tired of being under her domineering boot.  He was
twenty-five, and the last two years were hell.  He had married a control
freak.  They hadn't had any type of relationship in a year-and-a-half.  She
told him what to do and he did it.  He didn't even get sex.  That had
tapered off the first six weeks. Recently, he felt like he was being
cheated on.  He asked her about some text messages he saw on her phone.
She told him to mind his own business.

He had decided to go on a fishing trip.  A LONG one.  Without her.  He had
landed in Sao Paulo a day ago and got a motel room.  He had went to the bar
and saw a beautiful, exotic girl with the best ass he had ever seen she was
a little taller than him, but that wasn't a hard thing to find, as he was a
slim five foot six.  He was surprised when she revealed that she wasn't
purely female.  He was further freaked out that he was actually turned on
by it.  He chalked it up to the novelty of the situation and thanked the
girl for her attention and affection, but he was simply not her type.  He
nursed his rum-and-coke buzz and went back to the room.  He had a trip up
the Amazon to make.

The morning dawned bright and clear, and he traveled to a small village to
charter a small boat up the Amazon River.  He was mesmerized with the
scenery and the easy demeanor of the guide.  The guide was an amazing guy.
He expected an old, short brown guy.  He got brown, but the man was a
six-foot-four muscle man.  He was shaved bald and had little body hair.  He
went shirtless most of the trip and made him feel both unmanly and well
protected all at once.  He spoke remarkably good English, with only a
slight accent.  He was well educated.  He explained that he had and does
travel the world on business, but loves to guide on the river when he can,
as his job follows unpredictable seasons.

They made camp within hearing of a huge falls.  It was still far off, but
you could hear it and see the top of the falls through the steamy jungle
canopy.  He lounged in a hammock as he pondered the fact that the high
temperature was probably thirty back home in Pittsburgh.  He really never
wanted to go back.  He drifted off thinking about traveling the world and
living near the Amazon.

He woke in a cold sweat.  He had to leave, but he didn't know why.  He had
to get to the falls.  He had a giddy feeling.  He tingled all over and he
couldn't get a pair of shorts and shoes on fast enough.  He didn't bother
to get a shirt as he left.  He traveled through a jungle path that seemed
to lead to the falls.  He knew this was stupid.  He didn't know the jungle,
there were all manner of predators and natives that weren't friendly, but
he had to go to the falls.  It was like being uncontrollably horny, but he
wasn't aroused.  He was eager and bothered, but it was hard to explain.

It was nearing dusk as he ran through the jungle to the falls, a force
outside himself seeming to control him.  The falls were nearer and nearer.


Two hundred years.  It had been two hundred years since he had detected
such a presence, so yielding and ready to serve.  He had to have it.  He
had chosen the little one in the jungle.  He had an important job for the
fawning beauty.  He would reveal that beauty and wield it for a higher
purpose.  He was hungry for the beautiful spirit coming to him.  He would
use her as his instrument of justice.


He was panting, but running on.  His shorts were like fire on him.  They
felt like ants on his body, so he paused to rip them off as fast as he
could.  There was a part of him that was in a panic because of his
completely illogical behavior, but a larger, more primal part of him had to
answer the call of whatever was at the falls.

He finally found the clearing.  There was a thick grassy place that gave
way to sandy shoals.  The water lapped the sand, and the bottom tilted
quickly down to depths he couldn't see.  The water was saffire blue.  It
was like a well tended garden.  The grass was soft and cool on his abused
feet.  He approached the crystal clear water.  He felt the fine mist on his
skin like a cooling balm.  He was parched and wanted to plunge into the
water and drink.  He was naked, having stripped on the run, so he paced
forward and plunged into the water in a beautiful arching dive.  The water
was just the right temperature and he frolicked and drank, but then
remembered that he was called there by something...what was it?

He turned to face the falls.  He looked into the falls.  There was no way
to approach the falls without swimming, and the force of the water would
pelt him down.  It was then that he saw the eyes.  They were gazing at him
through the falls from behind.  They were luminous green slits.  They were
reptilian and still.  They were intensely peering at him.  He was suddenly
terrified as they had to belong to a head that was huge, and the look in
the eyes was absolutely predatory.  What had he let himself in for?  Why
was that thing looking at him like a particularly pretty morsel?

He turned to run, but couldn't.  He was compelled to look into the eyes;
the fierce, beautiful eyes.  A thought came unbidden into his head.  Was it
so bad to go this way?  Wasn't it an honor to be food of a god?  Food!  Oh
no!  He turned again, but felt something wrap around both feet.  He was
rolled, as something wrapped itself around his legs, then his waist.  He
was pulled under water.  He struggled with the scaly limb as he realized it
was the largest serpent he had ever seen.  He was wrapped up from feet to
neck just by the tail.  There was plenty of snake left.  He knew he was
dead.  He waited for the squeeze that would force out his breath and kill
him, but it never came.  His lungs were burning for air as he saw the
predatorily beautiful eyes again.  They were framed by the massive head of
the serpent.  The eyes spoke of ages of wisdom.  They contained hunger and
ferocity, but also compassion.  Was he about to become food for a god in
truth?

The supple yet inhumanly strong muscles of the great serpent bent him
double, causing his derriere to be exposed to the open, warm water.  He
could see as the serpent opened his giant mouth.  It had fangs, but they
folded back as the tongue came out toward his rear.  What could be
happening?  The tongue wasn't a typical reptilian forked tongue; it was a
single, thick muscled appendage with a bulbous arrowhead look at the tip.
It brushed the pucker of his anus.  What is happening!?  The young man put
up another panicked, futile struggle as his lungs burned for lack of
oxygen.  He felt the pain as the tongue stretched his orifice open and
plunged into a place that wasn't meant to be a receptacle – or was it?

He was released, his head broke the water as the coils unwrapped, but the
bulb in his ass inflated to giant proportions as he struggled to get away.
He gasped a breath as he struggled to stay out of the water.  He glimpsed
the guide on the shore on his knees, forehead to the ground, naked.  He
tried to scream for help but only got out a gulp as he was pulled down by
the appendage tightly nestled in his rear entrance.  The pain was like a
hot poker and increased until he fainted from it and the lack of oxygen.
He was lifted out of the water by the great serpent until he was all out of
the water, impaled on the tongue like appendage.  The muscle had penetrated
deeply now, inflating as it went.  It injected paralyzing venom, causing
his legs to hang limply as he gasped awake again.  He screamed a girl like
scream as he saw the guide chanting.  He seemed to be worshipping the
snake.  The snake lowered the violated young man into his waiting maw as he
screamed and begged for help.  He felt his legs slick against the snake's
smooth mouth and felt the warmth envelope him as it closed around his
hips. The tongue pulled him in as the mouth sucked him in.  His voice
seemed to change as he was dragged further and further in.  His hair was
suddenly longer and softer, though the rest of his hair seemed to go away.
He grabbed the snake with his now sleek, slick arms, but another shot of
the venom stopped the rest of the struggle.  He felt the tongue go further
in.  It had to be two feet into his guts as he felt it twist and turn ever
inward, following the bends of his bowels.  The mouth was sliding over his
head as he slipped inside the great serpent, food for a god, indeed.  He
opened his mouth for one more scream as another appendage entered his mouth
quickly slithering down his gagging throat into his stomach.  The mouth
then closed and all was darkness.

2.

Pain was a buzz in the background.  He knew that there was terrible pain in
his body.  It was in his crotch and his chest.  He distantly knew both ends
of his digestive system was impaled on alien appendages.  There was pain in
his facial bones and all his limbs.  There was muscle pain and abdominal
pain, but it was like he was detached from it.  There was a light.  It must
be the time of his death.  He was supposed to go to the light.  It was
brighter and brighter, then suddenly, she was there.  She stood on a cliff
by a river that tumbled over the precipice.  She was on a grassy place.
She looked down at her small feet and pert breasts.  She had honey skin and
chestnut brown hair that waved in the slight breeze.  Her skin was
sensitive and she shivered a bit at the breeze.  Her nipples hardened.  She
ran astonished hands down her body, across the flat, sleekly muscled
stomach, then across the firm, ample "ghetto booty" derriere.  She felt the
womanly power of sleek thighs, and noticed the smooth, feline muscle of her
arms.  She didn't have a hair on her body below the eyebrows.  She felt her
crotch to find ...a very small, nubby penis without balls.  It was like a
large clitoris.  Her testicles had been turned into labia, but there was no
opening.

"The men will not notice.  They will only want your tight backside."

She startled to see the very black, very naked, very well endowed man that
had appeared before her.  His eyes were luminous green reptilian eyes that
were a reminder of ...something...but she could not say what.  She was
suddenly cold and humiliated under his lustful gaze, when a black silk
chemise appeared on her.  It fit her perfectly, and fell to the middle of
her honeyed thighs.

"You are to be a bringer of justice," the man chiseled of onyx spoke again,
"I will be that justice.  You will bring justice through your submission.
They will take you and degrade you and mistreat you.  You will bring them
before me.  I will give them justice by making them submit in turn.  You
are highly prized and will be well cared for.  You will have immortality as
long as you are my instrument.  You will not age a day from what you are
now.  Your body is like a teenager.  You will be what they seek, and you
will bring them to me.  I have waited for you for two hundred years.  You
will no longer be the man you were.  You are now Mara, servant of hell, and
I am Dhambala, lover of my people.  I am a lesser god, a bringer of
balance, and I love you."

"But what if I refuse, my lord?" she asked in a new, dove like voice,
perfect for whimpering submission.

The onyx statue looked sad, if a god can look sad, "Then I must digest
you."

Suddenly, she remembered, the pain, Rachel, the fishing trip.  I am inside
a serpent!  He must digest me.  She could choose death now or degradation
and servitude, with virile beauty and sensuality and who knows what else
being the tool of a god.  She knew that her female spirit was on the
outside of the body in a place of vision.  What do you say when commanded
by a god?

"Yes, I will serve you, Dhambala." She said, falling to her knees in the
lush grass, head touching the ground in obeisance.

"I love you, my servant," was his response.  "I will show you what you must
do out of love for me." There was sexual heat in his words when he said,
"You will not find it hard to love me, Mara."

"You have much to learn in a short time," he said.

"How will I learn it, my lord?" she asked.

"Rise to your knees and know." He commanded.

She rose to find his very large thick onyx penis in her face.  "Take it
into your mouth and receive all you seek," he ordered.

She was nonplussed.  I can't do this, the recently male part of his mind
panicked.  How can I do this?  I'm straight.

Knowing her thoughts, Dhambala said, "Yes you are, but you weren't.  Until
I transformed you, you were living a lie.  Now, you reside in the
transformed flesh you should be in.  You will have the desires of your
heart, but you must submit for it.  You must become vulnerable to me and
whomever I give you to, now open!"

She realized the truth in his words.  She was uncomfortable in her old role
in life, and lusted after another way.  She remembered playing dress up
with her cousin and wearing a beautiful dress.  She remembered how his
mother and aunt preened about it.  They didn't laugh.  They thought he was
cute.  Now, she was what she had longed to be in her heart of hearts.  She
opened her mouth, and yielded to her master.

At first it was just a very exceptional smooth, firm penis.  It was warm
and sweet and clean.  It was the best thing she had ever put in her mouth.
She felt the pain buzzing in the background, but started working her mouth
on the penis.  She was learning how to do it like a porn star as she went.
There was a little awkwardness, then it was gone.  He pushed her down
further, and further.  He gagged her a little bit, then forced her on down.
"Submit," he commanded.  He began fucking her pretty face.  She gagged and
drooled and submitted.  She learned how to breathe on the out stroke.  He
was causing her gag reflex to try to make her vomit, but nothing was there
in her new body.  He was roughly pumping her soft mouth, teaching with
harshness the art of fellatio.  Strangely, she loved it all, reveling in
the degradation of being used.  The god continued on, stroking his full,
impressive length in and out until the strokes became short, and the rhythm
was thrown off, then he came and it was the sweetest rush she had ever had.
She had an earthquake orgasm as he did, and she knew that she would every
time, no matter what orifice was being used, nor the circumstances, so long
as she brought the one inside her.  His semen was what must have been
spoken of when the poets talked of nectar of the gods.  It had knowledge
and wisdom in it, and as the orgasm lasted she learned more and more.  She
learned everything she needed to know to be a pampered, servant of a
decadent god.  She learned how to be a creature of the senses, how to
dress, act, and be to attract the predators of the world to come face
Dhambala.  She learned how she would be sent and where she would know to
go.  She learned and soaked in ability as she swallowed Dhambala's nectar.
She could be a whore, or an all-american cheerleader, or a shrew, or an
innocent girl-next-door, or anything else.  She was on her knees taking his
orgasm for what could have been weeks, or an instant, but it was glorious
the whole time.

She eventually felt his wonderful manhood shrinking, and opened her eyes to
look up.  The god kindly looked at her as he slowly withdrew.  "Know that I
love you and will spend many times like this with you, but you have
received enough for now.  I will now send you out to meet your helpers.

She stood and knew now that she was touched by the gods, and was a
different person.  She was a she now, even if there is a small (very small)
reminder between her legs.  She now knew it was a reminder of just how
small and unmanly she had always been, and to be thankful for the beautiful
hair, skin, breasts, hips, and derriere.  It wouldn't even bulge out in a
pair of bikini thongs.  She turned to see Dhambala once more, but he was
gone.  She suddenly felt exhausted, so she lay down in the lush grass to
rest where she spent her first passion with a god as a woman.


3.

She came back to herself in the belly of the snake.  She was impaled and
could not breathe.  She could not move.  Her arms were pressed to her
sides; her feet, seemingly bound together.  She struggled, and received
another shot of the paralyzing venom.  She couldn't breathe!  The limbs
were very deep inside her and were swollen to inhuman thicknesses.  The one
in her ass had to be four inches in diameter and the one in her mouth felt
like a forearm.  Her body ached in every place, but the pain was focused in
the horribly stretched orifices.  The limbs continued to crawl inside her
body.  She could only see a red haze punctuated by darkness.  Further and
further in through twists and turns, the appendages crawled inside her
until they met in the middle.

The appendages had been changing the new girl's DNA as it moved, changing
the body into a lithe, sleek young girl.  She had shrunk six inches to a
very petite five-foot-two, leggy frame with a round, spankable booty.  She
could be dressed and made up to look like she was twenty-five or fourteen.
Thanks to the god's very unorthodox teaching, she knew how to do it and
sell the part already.

When the cruel appendages met in the middle of her abdomen, where her
reproductive organs would have been, it was like she heard a bell tone that
suffused her body with relaxing warmth.  She knew that the pain was over as
the final DNA super strain was supernaturally made, she gained more
knowledge with this.  She knew that she could heal the worst broken bones
and bruises within a night.  She would be a perpetual virgin.  Every entry
into her oral or anal orifice would be as tight as the first time.  It
would also be just as painful, but she would love the pain with a fierce
intensity that would cause her to crave it.  She could survive and not age
for decades and more.  She would always have superhuman endurance and
health, but not strength.  She was made to yield, not conquer.  Her only
weakness was steel.  She would not heal cuts with superhuman speed, but
would not scar.  If she ever were to be pierced through this central part
of her abdomen where this special chi was located, she would die.  She
would be beautiful in death, and be reincarnated as a baby girl born to
good parents as a recompense for her service, but she would no longer live
in the same capacity.  She also was not able to eat solid food, but drinks
only.  She would have to sustain herself on the semen of the men she was
made to serve.  She knew she could not know pain without pleasure and that
there would be a time of pleasure and recovery after every quest Dhambala
put her to.

She realized the worst of the pain was over as she felt the great serpent
breathing for her.  Slowly, she began to feel the appendages moving in a
different direction.  They were shrinking and withdrawing, witch was a new,
exhilarating pain all on its own.  The pain of the transformation was
dulling into a generalized, full-body soreness.  It was aided by the warmth
of her newly-created chi.

Suddenly, there was major cramping in her abdomen caused by the invader in
her butt.  She screamed, causing the muscular shaft to swell and vibrate in
arousal.  The serpent seemed to enjoy her suffering.  She was conscious of
the fact that the serpent and the onyx god was one, and it made her nervous
pondering her fate between screams of agony.  It was time for the final
alteration to change her from a diet of food to that of freshly milked man
sperm.  It took a long, agonizing time as her digestive system was severely
constricted permanently, giving her a perpetually clean colon for the
enjoyment of aggressive, cruel lovers.

The tongue eventually worked its way out of her horribly ravaged ass.  As
it came out, the sphincter snapped immediately back and began to shrink
back to virginal tightness.  The shaft in her mouth came next.  The last of
the shaft in her mouth withdrew, allowing her new lips to close in a sexy
pout.  She realized immediately that she could no longer breathe without
the serpent breathing into her.  She struggled to show her worry, and the
snake shuddered in response.  She felt motion and squeezing she tried to
gasp in fear as she lurched abruptly, then she was falling into the soft
grass clearing at the falls.  She was naked, covered with a very viscous,
slick film from head to toe.  She had to clear it from her nose in a very
unladylike way, then she looked up to see the men.

The guide was there, but there were more now.  One looked like a Samoan
warrior.  He was six-and-a-half feet tall at least.  There was a black man,
also tall and bulky with dangerous looking muscle.  Another was a
dark-haired Caucasian, who looked like a Greek or Roman.  Another was
another very tall, muscular blue-eyed blonde who could have been a member
of the Third Reich, and the last was a dusky Persian or Saudi, with a
perfect goatee.  They were all naked and magnificently aroused, causing her
to be very nervous.

The six men formed an arc around her, giving her nowhere to run.  They all
seemed to have the same lustfully predatory look that Dhamballa has.
Santiago, the guide, spoke first.

"We are the human servants of Dhamballa.  We are in a similar covenant with
him as you are.  We are bound to you, Mara, Servant of Hell.  We are to be
your protectors, and you will return service to us with your body.  We love
you, as our serpent master does.  You will not find it hard to serve us."

What was with these men lately, she thought to herself.  Such egos, she
thought, as she looked nervously at the physiques of the men she was bound
to.  Did she want to be bound?

"Submit," came Dhamballa's command into her mind.  She knew she could not
deny them.  As Dhamballa chose her for himself, he had chosen them for her.
How could she deny the one who gave her true self to her.  She sank to her
knees in the soft grass in acquiescence and the men drew near.  Santiago
was the first to come to her.  His cock was rigid and ripe with manly
energy.  It was an uncircumcised eight inches, with tight balls.  He had
very little hair.  A drop of precum oozed out of the head, causing Mara to
actually salivate in anticipation.  She opened her mouth and accepted him
inside.  He ran his hands through her silk hair.  She ran her tongue around
the head and put her fingers around his shaft to pull back the foreskin. He
stood still as she suckled and swirled her tongue around, both parties
taking their time and enjoying each other as the other five watched.  She
worked her way deeper and deeper, finding that only her anal orifice will
remain virginal.  Apparently, Dhamballa wanted her mouth to be able to
easily accommodate himself and her protectors.  She was able to eventually
get him completely inside her mouth.  She slowly worked it in until her
chin touched his balls, then would slide it out until the head was all that
was inside her mouth.  She would swirl her tongue around the head, then
slowly take it back in all the way again.

Soon, there was a brush on her cheek.  She looked to see the Samoan try to
cut in.  She put her hand around him as she lovingly throated Santiago one
more time.  The Samoan had a slightly shorter cock.  It was much thicker.
It made her nervous about anal sex.  She turned to him and put her lips
around his head as it came out of its foreskin.  She gave the Samoan the
same sweet and slow treatment as he ran his fingers through her hair as she
moaned.

"I am Malosi, I am happy to be bound to such a beauty," he said.

He reached down to fondle her breasts and tease her nipples as she squealed
her delight around his fat shaft.  He started to press her head down onto
his manhood and she gagged at his girth, causing the men to all voice
enthusiastic approval.  He fucked her face for a few strokes, then let her
up.  She saw another man there.

The tall blonde was a magnificent thing.  His ivory skin was taught around
a sleek, muscular frame.  She reached up to caress the washboard abdominal
muscles and saw that her fingernails had become magically manicured.  They
were a flame red, but they were not very long.  They were just what she
would have done for herself.

"I am Lars," he said with a slight accent.  It was Scandinavian, but the
accent was so light that she could not put it in a single place.  "I am
here for you in all ways."

She opened for his magnificent ivory rod.  It was circumcised and a thick
nine inches.  It was the largest thing she had ever tried yet, including
Dhambala.  She saw it as a challenge.  He put it in her mouth and she tried
to engulf it all immediately without gagging.  She slid her lips down and
down, holding her breath.  She began to strain as she approached his base,
then the last inch slid in as she gagged loudly.  He grabbed the back of
her head as she tried to come back up, trapping her with her lips around
the base of his cock.  She noticed that he smelled slightly like vanilla.

"She must learn to respect you, eh, Lars?" Santiago said.

"I will give her time to do so," he laughed.

Mara was unable to breathe.  Instead of panic, she felt exhilaration at the
way she was being treated by the tall Norseman.  She knew that it was
ridiculous to be so aroused by being used like a whore, but this is what
Dhamballa said she would be like.  She gagged repeatedly as he made little
cruel shoves farther into the depths of her throat.  She rolled her eyes up
to see the lustful look in Lars's face as he nailed his huge cock home
again and again.

He finally withdrew his manhood slowly.  Tendrils of the natural lubricity
he had pumped out of her throat connected his cock head to her lips.  Some
hung in drops from her mouth as tears streamed down her face.

The next man to step up to her was the Mediterranean-looking man.  His cock
was unique.  She wondered how she would handle it.  It was about eight
inches and normal except the circumcised head was huge in proportion. It
was like the base of Malosi's cock, only it was the head.  She knew it was
her lot to try to satisfy him, so she took his hot cock in her hand and
opened for him.

"I am Damien," he said, as he entered her warm mouth, "We have been waiting
a long time for you.  We are glad you have come."  He gathered her hair
into a rough pony tail as she began putting her new fellatio skills into
practice, improving as she went.  She made extremely erotic slurping and
smacking noises as she pleased her man.  Damien moaned as he felt the warm,
moist, softness of her sweet mouth.  She gave him a little charge by making
a satisfied, vibrating hum.  It was just too much for Damien, and he
started to savagely fuck her face to the cheering of the other men.  He
gripped her hair in a pony tail and controlled her head as she submitted to
him, gagging and sputtering all the while.  Showing great restraint, he
relented before he flooded her mouth and released her.

She felt herself being turned by her shoulders as she faced a huge,
ten-inch mocha-colored cock.  She looked up to see the angular face of the
middle-eastern man. " I am Memucan," he said.  "I hope you enjoy serving us
as much as we will enjoy serving you," he leered, then thrust himself
inside.  She opened as wide as possible.  The squelching and the
accompanying gag was audible as he reached her tonsils and plunged right on
down until she was locked down on the root of his magnificent cock.  He
held her down for long seconds, then released her.  She accepted his fierce
sex with her hands folded serenely in her attractive lap.  He pulled all
the way out, then forced himself back in just like before, stopping to
grind himself as far in as possible, like he wanted to feel her ass from
the other side.  He pulled out again, tendrils of lubrication hung between
them as she coughed. He was not to be denied, and dipped his large rod in
one more time before letting her go.

The last man was the one she had been dreading the most.  The ebony man
came to her. He actually took her hand and bent to kiss it.  He smiled and
said, "I am Ras, and I am very pleased to meet you.  You are most welcome
among us.  I will treat you as the finest treasure outside the sex, as we
all will, but I will treat you as I will during the sex, now open to me, my
kitten."

She could only obey.  He had an eleven or twelve-inch phallus, and it was
going in.  It was also just as thick as Malosi's manhood.  She was ready to
panic.  He ran his hands through her hair as she suckled the enormous head,
gripping her skull.  She braced for the storm, but it wasn't enough. He
thrust in hard, but it only went halfway in.  It was stopped by her
reluctant tonsils.  He backed out some, then went again, tearing through
until another two inches was inside.  Pain!  Her body convulsed as it
resisted the invader.  He paid no mind to her muffled screams as he thrust
again, getting more in.  He did this a few more times as she gagged and
heaved, punctuated by plaintive screams for mercy.

Ras went down on his knees, taking her with him.  She was now on all fours.
He kept the driving action, enjoying her mouth and throat with relish.

"Submit to us, hell's whore, submit to us and we will sustain and protect
you.  You know you love the intense sex we bring to you!" he encouraged.
"Suck me!  Show me how much you appreciate your man," he said.

He was right.  She did enjoy this.  She felt completely aroused and alive
for the first time.  Why did it take so long for her to find this?  Why did
it take so long for Dhamballa to find her?  Dhamballa answered her in his
thoughts.  "I wanted you to appreciate my gift to you, now live a life
worth living."

She felt someone at her very well lubricated anus.  Memucan could wait no
longer.  He saw her beautiful derriere shining with the slick juices from
the great snake.  She was completely wet with it.  He spit on her winking
rosebud and was gratified when Mara gave a nervous jerk.  She gave another
as he placed the head of his potent rod at her hot opening.  He began to
press in.  The constant gagging and retching turned into a muffled scream
as he popped into her entrance.  He watched as it stretched around his head
and locked around the glans.  She screamed around Ras's meat as he impaled
her perpetually virgin ass.  He did not stop pressing until it was all the
way in.  Her guts were twisting themselves around his rock hard rod.  Her
body convulsed as he triumphed over her.  He began to pump her slowly at
first.  Ras would pull himself out of her mouth so they could all hear her
begging for the mercy none would show her.  He would then thrust it back
in, muffling her screams and oaths to gagging and slurping once again.  She
saw how it turned them on.  She felt how it turned herself on.  She truly
enjoyed the cruel attentions of the men who had her at their mercy now.

Pain gradually turned to pleasure.  She was able to accommodate Ras in her
throat and started to work her mouth around him with relish rather than
pain.  Ras looked into her tear-stained eyes to see lust rather than the
pain of violation.  She started pushing her tight bum back onto Memucan's
greedy phallus.  They worked into a rhythm that quickly accelerated to a
savage rutting.  It was not long before Memucan started moaning.  Ras
withdrew from the couple.  Mara laid her head in the grass as Memucan
accelerated his buttfucking to a fever pitch.  His body made loud slaps
against Mara's buttocks as she shuddered and cried with every impact.  She
was in heaven.  If she had known it was like this she would have sought it
in her other life, too.  Memucan's huge prick swelled and hardened just a
little more, then he roughly pulled out.  He fell to his knees as he spun
his petite partner around and thrust into her mouth.  She almost
immediately received a huge load of his potent semen.  She moaned around
the head of his shaft as she greedily sucked it down.  It was the loveliest
substance she had ever tasted.  As Memucan climaxed, so did she, shuddering
all over like a mare in heat.  Nothing in the world compared to this.

As she was reveling in the shared orgasm and sucking down large amounts of
man juice, she felt Damien's wide cock head push into her slick opening.
She screamed again, partially in pain, but also in much pleasure.  He
pumped in long, slow strokes, enjoying her bountiful butt.  His uniquely
shaped dick was pushing buttons no one else in the world could.  Memucan's
unbelievable orgasm came to an end, and he slowly pushed into her
well-pummeled throat again, then withdrew.  She laid her head in the cool
grass, accepting Damien's ministrations.  The extremely bulbous head
massaged her anal muscles in an interesting way that she loved.  She cried
out her pleasure to her lover encouraging him to lay the pipe to her.

"I will show you things other girls only dream of knowing, my Mara," he
said.  "You belong to us, and we will do with you what we please.  Your
pretty ass will taste us all tonight."

With that, he began fiercely beasting her.  He put her firm ass through its
paces.  He put his foot on her face and pile drove her ass without mercy.
All the while, Mara moaned like a whore, encouraging him to do his worst,
telling him that she needed to be treated that way.  "I'm a bad girl!
Please treat me like a whore!" she plead.

Damien could last no longer than Memucan, and withdrew to spin her again.
She had her mouth open for him, and her ass arched in the air for someone
else.  Damien pushed his cock all the way in her mouth, spurting load after
load directly into her stomach.  She gagged at the uncomfortable sensation
of his large tool spasming in her mouth.

At the same time, Santiago forced himself inside her tush and immediately
began working it hard into her receptive hole.  She used her anal muscles
to milk her river guide-cum-lover, jerking him off with the rings of
muscles that she never thought she'd use like this.  Damien finished her
mouth and popped out.  She cried out to Santiago.  "Oh thank you for
bringing me here.  I love it!  I love you all and Dhamballa!"  It wasn't
long before she could no longer speak in intelligible language and sunk
into a moan-filled gibberish as Santiago controlled her body.  Her muscles
were working his hot Latin phallus and his cock massaged the sensitive
insides of her firm butt.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass.  Your butt belongs to me!" he said.  "Who's butt
is this?" He demanded.

"Yours," she whimpered.

"Whose butt is this, bitch?" he said, roughly punctuated his words with a
violent thrust of his formidable cock.

"It's yours," she said, a little louder.

"Whose butt is this, hell's whore?" he demanded harshly, grabbing her
throat and squeezing hard enough to bruise and planting his tool all the
way in.

"It's yours, my lord!" she screamed.  "I give it to all of you!  Take me as
you will in every way!"

"That's what I like to hear, you little cum sponge!" he said, then spat on
her.

Santiago began a fast, violent spat of butt fucking that Mara could barely
keep up with.  She clamped her muscles around his hot phallus and grabbed
handfuls of the grass to steady herself.  Suddenly, he pulled out and spun
her around and held her mouth around his organ.  He used her again as the
others had, pouring his fierce orgasm down her hatch.  She swallowed
greedily.  She felt like she was drunk on semen.  Her euphoria couldn't be
contained, and the tears from her eyes now were not due to the savage oral
sex, but the sheer joy of giving into these fearsome warriors.

She took all of Santiago's orgasm into her flat tummy, then turned to see
Malosi lying on the grass.

"I want you on top," he ordered.

Mara moved to obey.  She mounted the large Samoan.  She reached behind her
to guide the thick shaft into her wanting body.  She felt his wide phallus
at her entrance.  She began to sink down.  His bulbous head press and
pressed against her.  She put more and more pressure down, but couldn't
stretch herself around him.

"It won't fit," she said.

Malosi grabbed her hips and pressed with more force than she could muster
and popped in.  His thick penis ripped a scream from Mara's tortured
throat.  He thrust in and in until she was skewered onto his giant pole.

"Take it in and squeeze me, girl," he commanded.

He pumped her with greedy thrusts.  Her insides were rearranging to
accommodate the thick intruder.  Malosi's eyes showed he was in heaven as
he pumped this little slut.  She began to bounce on his torso as he grabbed
her breasts.  His fingers teased her nipples for awhile as he fucked her.
He then started pinching them.  He increased more and more pressure until
Mara couldn't help it anymore.

"Please..." she whimpered.

All of a sudden, Malosi doubled the pressure he was squeezing with.  Mara's
taught anus flexed of its own accord, squeezing Malosi's hard manhood.

"No," she groaned, hot tears running down her face.

Malosi did it again, tightening her orifice by remote control and causing
her to scream anew.  He played this game with her, his tower of flesh
completely inside her cute, round bottom for a long time, then grabbed her
by the waist.  His thumbs and fingers almost met around her tiny body.  He
lifted her, then dropped her.  He started jerking himself off using her as
a warm, living, yielding sex toy.  She yelped every time he bottomed out
inside her.  Suddenly, he threw her off of him and she landed on her back.
Malosi grabbed her head and impaled it on his cock for another filling
session as they both had another orgasm.  It was Mara's fifth amazing
orgasm since she had been spewed back out into life by Dhambala.  She had
no idea how much time had passed.

She was still lying on the ground when her biggest challenge put her ankles
on his shoulders.

"Oh, no..." she whimpered.

"Oh yes, my beautiful trollop; it is my turn, now," Ras taunted.

He held her gaze as he penetrated her seething tunnel.  She was screaming
as it felt like her intestines were exploding.  He stretched her around
himself, allowing gravity to do its work.

"Awwww oh my god nooooo!" she shrieked.  "Please don't!  It's too much!"

"Submit!" he cruelly yelled, then laughed at the writhing beauty as he
continued to slowly impale her.

He thrust it all inside in one long thrust, then began to grind it around
inside her as she cursed and screamed.  She begged him to stop, but there
was no mercy in his black eyes that had gone to being almost all pupil.  He
seemed to be encouraged by her pain, as they all did, like a wolf smelling
blood.

Soon it began, an earth shattering session of butt fucking.  She screamed
her way through the pain until she again found the pleasure, then her
insides seemed to turn into liquid.

He pulled her up until her feet were in the air and only her shoulders were
on the ground.  He was so large that the head of his dick never popped out
of her tight orifice.  He then began to fuck her straight down.  He spun so
that he was doing her backwards.  He stretched her every way he knew how,
to the lewd encouragement of the other men as Mara begged for her own
defilement.

He finally had her on her front again, lying in the grass as he was on top
of her.  He pumped harder and harder.  She felt his feverish thrust lose
its rhythm as he got even harder and larger, then she felt him hosing her
insides with molten lava.  He screamed his orgasm into her ear as her body
seemed to disintegrate into pure sexual energy.  She took his semen gladly
into her bowels.  It warmed her abdomen as they both had the greatest
release of their lives.

They both laid in the grass, Ras on top of Mara.  The grass was so soft and
cool, but the huge cock inside her guts was anything but that.  Ras was
slow to go soft, but she loved the glowing warmth penetrating inside her
stretched bowels.  She worked her muscles, giving him little cock hugs with
her warm softness.  He moaned approval.

"You know we all love you, Mara," Ras said.  She could see that they had
all lain down around her.

"I love every one of you too, Ras," she said.

All of them were suffused with warmth and satisfaction, basking in the glow
of supernatural sexual afterglow.  They drifted off to an enchanted sleep
and the great snake moved out of the water and encircled them.  He warded
them in the rest he gave them.  Not even insects would harm them as his
precious perfect victim rested in the arms of her lovers.