Written account together with @paspadohastalos
The Almamula, also known as the Mulánima, is a mythical being from Northern Argentina
She cleaned the thick and viscous cum with the back of her hand, spat out the rest, and looked up. The greasy and sweaty face of Father Juan returned a bloodshot gaze, those small and glassy eyes like those of a beast.
The cock poked out from under the tangled surplice between the priest's hairy thighs, shrinking before Alma's eyes, disappearing like a worm beneath the stones. The church was dark and silent. At these hours of siesta, no Christian dared to stick their nose outside the houses. Alma sat up and approached the altar to take a swig of wine from the missal, wanting to get rid of the taste of old cum, poured the cup over the white tablecloth, cursing the cross presiding over the retablo.
She walked out of the main nave without paying attention to the priest's protests as he sat in the confessional. She crossed the main square, the sun beating down on her head, lizards scurrying away from her path, thought about going home, missing her brother or some other young man who could satisfy her.
The priest hadn't touched a hair on her head. She felt hot and now wanted to get even, take a little pleasure from that infernal wasteland that would calm her anxiety. She wanted cock.
She thought of her brother...that poor innocent who had been born under a curse, spending hours staring at the ceiling, never knowing if his head was on this earth, lunatic, lost, but at least he always stayed attentive to satisfying her, was the one who pierced her hungry asshole without mercy, who lent himself to serving as a seat while she spent hours and hours drinking the juices emanating from her entrails. The poor thing had suffocated under the sheets while Alma subjected him to her whims.
Who or where then? Where else could she go in that accursed town?. A town full of people pointing at her with their finger, accusing her of being a slut without realizing that almost everyone lived off her body.
A forgotten town from God.
Under the scorching sun of siesta, she remembered the her father's rough hands tracing her years ago. His whiskey-breathed, prickly-bearded, eager kisses on her tender skin. She remembered his sweat on her back every time she got up from under him. Her sex open to his cock that seemed enormous and wasn't really so much compared to others she knew over the years. She warmed up more with the memory and sat down in the square beneath the only tree with her legs open. She ran her hand underneath her skirt, caressing her humid pussy. She stayed seated with a lost gaze into the void, remembering how it was her first orgasm with her father's cock inside. The unknown pleasure wave that swept through her innocent body and the cries that came from her throat that attracted some neighbors.
She remembered bitterly that afternoon when she stopped being Alma and became the town slut.
Two young people who didn't know her were walking down the path. They were going to the bowling alley and saw her sitting under the tree with her legs open, so they approached her with a sinister smile. She knew she had found what she was looking for.
Without too much preamble, they invited her to join them at the empty and silent bowling alley at those hours, the dirt floor, two tables, and a sad counter behind which the owner was sleeping.
Without asking permission, the newcomers joined the tables and laid her down on the improvised altar. They tied up her wrists and ankles well apart, as if she were going to resist two new cocks...
She let them do it, thinking they would subject her to new and unknown pleasures.
They ripped off her clothes without delicacy, just like almost everyone did, and started looking at her tits, her sweaty and transited sex, her worn-out knees, her cenicient skin. They looked but didn't touch her hairy and thirsty sex that begged for cock.
Alma was waiting for those guys to take her, but instead they went up to the counter and grabbed a bottle of gin. They were making a bucked and spat at her one by one until they emptied the bottle and left her smelling of alcohol and saliva. The heat made the flies start buzzing around her naked body. After they poured the cold ashes from the brazier over her greasy skin, she felt a sudden burning sensation on her skin. Now they were pouring hot coals all over her. Their laughter echoed loudly from their mouths without teeth. Alma twisted in pain and disgust at each coal that fell on her skin. After they took off their belts and started beating her mercilessly, drawing blood and screams with every blow.
She thought it was all over when they released the ropes, but what they did next was even worse. They muffled her cries with a horse's brake and tied her arms and legs with heavy chains. Without stopping to pound her torn flesh, they took turns fucking her in the ass, moaning and beating her wildly.
After a period of time that could have been minutes or days, Alma no longer felt anything; she only saw some shadows through her tears. She felt like she couldn't breathe, as if her heart was abandoning her with every beat. She felt the sole desire for all that pain to end once and for all.
Her last vision was of the priest standing in the door of the dance hall, jerking off and looking at her being raped. He cursed her loudly in God's name for her filthy sins and her life on the brink of death. Her eyes closed and peace seemed to arrive.
When she woke up already late at night in the middle of a deserted area, everything was unreal. She felt strange, despised, and dirty, full of hair and anguished. Without understanding why, she had transformed into a strange gray mule that dragged chains and suffered terrifying pains. She galloped away, fleeing towards her destiny, towards the infinite night in search of redemption...
18 comentários - Almamula
+ 10 y Reco !!!
Gracias por compartir.
Y me pareció muy apropiado usarlo dadas las circunstancias del excelente relato jajaja.
Excelente relato Lady sos todo lo que esta bien en este bizarro mundo neeenaaa jajaja
PD:tuve una banda llamada almamula
PD: mire Ud...
Provoca.
No hay por donde ..... 😆 😆