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Chapter Nine

Becky Thompson trembled in the center of the huge bed, her arms straining at the thick ropes that held her hands tightly to the headboard. The voluptuousness of her body was stretched below her; her firm full thighs were drawn apart by heavy cuffs that bound her ankles to the sides of the fur-covered mattress.

There was no way to cover her nakedness… Olaf and Hans had bound her this way before leaving her, and the young blonde's shame and humiliation now seemed complete. Nothing could change what had already been done to her… she'd been fucked in every imaginable way, yet she still felt an insatiable urge deep up inside her belly for more.

She was only half-conscious now of Schneider and Christina talking in the darkened portion of the cave-like room. She heard a dog's bark, and other voices coming from outside. Slowly, she opened her eyes…

"There's nothing we can do about it now, I suppose," she heard the German's voice. "I will deal with them in my own way later."

"You should have known better than to leave the Swede alone with her," Christina replied.

"It was not only the Swede," Schneider said. "Hans had something to do with it."

"Your faithful servant," the young Italian girl laughed. "I saw the gardener and Olaf earlier… they were stumbling about on the lawn."

"I'll have to do something drastic with both of them," the German sighed, "but not now… I'm too preoccupied with other things."

Becky heard rising laughter coming from outside the door to the cellar. She looked across the room at Christina and Fritz who were silhouetted by the large orgiastic painting that covered the opposite wall.

"Hello, Becky," Schneider smiled and approached the bed

"Leave me alone," she groaned, jerking her legs at the cuffs that bound her ankles.

"Don't fight it, dear. There's no use in doing that," he said.

A threatening growl from the dog penetrated through her drug-dazed mind. Suddenly, Eric came up alongside his master. Schneider patted him gingerly on the back of the head. "Christina… let them in. Let our honored guests see this delectable young thing!" he turned to the brunette.

Christina unbolted the door in a welcoming gesture, and the room rapidly filled up with people, much to Becky's surprise. Most of them were respectably dressed men and women. She watched Schneider dismiss his body guards, probably to make the crowd feel more at ease. That was just as well with her, as they were an ugly leering group of men.

It took only a moment or so for the guests to decorously seat themselves in chairs that had been set up earlier in a wide semi-circle around the bed. A bar at the far corner of the room was serviced by two white-coated waiters who brought tall drinks on silver trays to the respective onlookers.

Becky flinched at the lewd comments that she couldn't help hearing directed at her shamelessly exposed young body.

Then, suddenly, the assembled crowd fell into silence. She winced, and closed her eyes as Jack was led bound and gagged into the cavernous chamber and was seated directly in front of the bed.

"We have quite an evening in store for us," Schneider addressed the crowd. "This is Mrs. Becky Thompson… and this happy young fellow here is her husband, Mr. Jack Thompson, son of the eminent American congressman."

A titter of almost polite laughter broke the silence. Someone said, "Come on, Fritz. Let's get on with it!"

"First, I'd like to do a little explaining to Mr. and Mrs. Thompson," he approached Becky's husband who was straining against his bonds ineffectually. "Look at these folks, Mr. Thompson. None of them appear at all disreputable, do they? They're quite normal looking," he smiled at the twenty-odd people seated around the young man. "The thing of it is all of them are in the drug business… each one of these gentlemen has a vested interest in your expediting our heroin shipment back to the States."

"Get on with it, Schneider!" a dark-haired man complained.

Fritz raised a cautioning hand. "We will photograph your wife in several interesting… poses… with the crowd watching on… obviously, you wouldn't want such pictures getting back to your father's congressional constituents, would you Mr. Thompson?"

Jack rocked back and forth in his chair.

"All right," Schneider turned to the crowd. "You wanted a good show… and now you shall have it."

Jack cringed at Schneider's words and tried to blot out the image of his wife brazenly stretched out on the mattress before him. She wasn't struggling… she seemed to be oblivious to the crowd surrounding the bed. What had happened to her? Why wasn't she fighting it? Why didn't she scream? He wanted to break out of his bonds and rescue her immediately, but even if he could have done so, something held his eyes magnetically to her naked young form… something beyond his own imaginings was about to happen, and in a dark secret part of himself he wanted to know what it was…

"ERIC!" Schneider suddenly roared, snapping his fingers in command as the fierce looking German shepherd guarding the entryway darted to his master's side.

Fritz leaned down and caressed the animal's neck. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Becky's husband begin flailing against his bonds, but the two guards standing beside the young man easily managed to restrain him.

"I had planned on a little warm up exercise for Mrs. Thompson," Schneider chuckled and rubbed his palms together, "But from the looks of things she doesn't seem to need it."

Without further ado, the heavy-set German slapped the dog on his back, signaling Eric to jump onto the bed.

Becky's eyes widened with terror and she tried to keep from screaming. The beautifully marked German shepherd stood at the young girl's side, his ponderous weight making the mattress buckle beneath his feet.

Fritz directed two men to untie her hands and feet. After she was free, the German encouraged the massively built dog, "Go on, Eric. Scent her… see how lovely a young American bitch can smell."

The dog's eyes drank in the whole, deliciously proportioned naked human female in one glance, from the round curving arcs of her hips, to her pink-nippled breasts that swayed slightly as she tried to cover them with her hands.

"Aaaaah!" Jack's voice broke through the gag across his mouth.

"Quiet!" Schneider spat at the protesting husband.

Thompson lapsed into an enforced silence, sinking back in the chair that was held by the two swarthy guards. He tried to look away as the dog moved jauntily up between Becky's long slender legs… but he couldn't pull his eyes from what was going to happen next.

The pretty young blonde tried to roll onto her stomach and crawl away from the animal, but a red-haired young man with an ugly scar across his chin thrust her into a supine position so that her rippling white belly and involuntarily widespread thighs faced the ferocious-looking animal.

"Pleeeeease!" she groaned, her eyes gaping piteously at Schneider who stood at the base of the bed beside her husband. "Ooooh, God… not this," she moaned as the dog slinked up between her legs. She tried to kick them shut, but Eric's savage growl sent her into a paroxysm of fear.

The dog edged back for a moment, cocked his head, and then leapt effortlessly to her side, as though he were trying to decide the best position to approach her from. Becky's breath caught uncontrollably in her throat as he stared down at her. She thought of leaping from the bed to escape, but looking up at the crowd with Schneider standing beside her husband, she knew it would be useless.

Eric lowered his head to lick with his hot wet tongue at the white smooth flesh of her nervously quivering belly.

"That's a good dog," Schneider urged on the animal.

Becky drew up away from him, but a fierce growl from the dog forced her helplessly onto her back again. Once more she felt his curling, fiery tongue and she raised her head to watch him licking upward over the rounded basin of her tight little belly. Higher and higher he came, until at last… God help me! she thought… he was licking the sensitive underside of her breasts, creeping slowly upward over them to their bursting nipples!

"Stop…stop him!" she screamed, pleading with her eyes at Fritz.

The crowd laughed. "Go on… let him lick you!" someone said.

The German smiled and turned to the crowd to observe their approval. On the opposite side of the room, Christina, his young Italian mistress, was loading the Polaroid camera with film. In front of him, the young blonde's husband rested back mutely in his chair, his eyes two flaming coals of astonishment. Fritz glanced at his cronies from Palma – most of them higher-ups in the drug syndicate who'd come to Mallorca during the summer to confer with him on business matters. The former Nazi knew none of them had expected to be entertained like this… not even he had imagined the evening would turn out as well as it was going.

He looked back at the bed, where the dog was now licking the helplessly naked young bride's breasts.

"Ooooooh," she moaned in humiliation to Eric's fervid tonguing caresses wetly grazing her pink erogenous nipples again and again.

As he licked his moistening tongue across the firm young mounds, a shiver of unwanted pleasurable sensations banked through Becky's tensed belly. The drug which Olaf had given her hadn't worn off. Her feverish mind tried to blot out the mounting ecstasy that rippled like waves bathing a soft sandy beach over her entire body, but the licentious pulsations in her sensually heaving breasts went on burning through her hardening nipples and into her belly.

She heard the dog growl like a Yukon husky, then saw his brown eyes raised to meet hers, their lusting glow level with her own.

"Goooood Looorrrrd," she moaned, and turned her head to the side as Eric's long tongue flicked against her full, parted lips.

She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, but the wisps of canine tonguing continued. She thought she'd be repulsed by it and steeled herself for the worst… but the tongue was gentle, soft and warm, and she felt a strange new receptiveness well through her straining little belly. The tongue lathed wetly and softly on, licking with loving strokes at the moistness of her lips until… he stopped, and she hoped he was done with it.

There was a moment of silence. Becky heard herself breathing, then heard a woman gasp… it wasn't herself… nor was it Christina. One of the wives of the businessmen had suddenly fainted dead-away at being a witness to the salacious spectacle… she was a young red-haired woman, dressed in a fashionably low-cut evening dress. Soon she was revived, and her awakening groans mingled with Becky's, as the blonde girl moaned, seeing the handsome German shepherd positioning himself between her slightly spread legs.

Becky attempted to close her thighs tight together, but Eric flashed his teeth and growled down at her. She could see the sharp canine incisors gleaming and the wetness of his tongue drawing rapidly in and out as he studied his female prey.

A sudden flash of light blinded the young bride… she didn't know where it had come from, until she looked up and saw Christina standing beside the bed, the Polaroid camera held up beside her devilishly smiling face.

"Becky!" Schneider commanded, "Open your legs… open them wide so Eric can get in there."

"Nooooo… God, please, tell him to get away. I-I've had enough. "You've tortured me enough already!" she moaned, tightening the muscles in her thighs as the dog dipped onto his forelegs and then sprang up again.

"Rrrrrrraawl," the animal half-barked, then whimpered.

Becky's breathing quickened and her brain spun wildly. What could she do? There was no chance that Jack could help her… and from the way he'd acted before Schneider had taken him prisoner after he'd seen her making love to the German, she wasn't sure if he'd have wanted to save her anyway. She had learned from her earlier experience with Olaf that protesting was useless… it aggravated things and ultimately made them worse.

Lifting her head, the nakedly trembling young wife watched the animal waiting with serene patience, and felt a responsive shudder sizzle ominously through her widespread young thighs. And then… an inexorable force from within herself welled through her lower body as though from instinct. She spread her long tapering legs slowly apart, hearing the crowd give a collective sigh… until her thighs were opened wide enough for the huge German shepherd to insert his massive body between them.

She saw Eric drop down to his furry haunches again and poise his powerfully muscled animal form above the obscenely exposed intimacies between her full, passion-flushed thighs!

"Oh no… God no!" she deliriously reprimanded herself.

Slowly, the dog lowered his sleek head between her out-stretched thighs. Then his wet nose brushed against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She could feel his hot breath taunting the sparse blonde pubic curls, lathing them with a lewd primitive warmth… and then felt his nose prod up between her pinkly glistening pussy crevice! "Oooooh," she moaned, harmonizing with Eric's whimper as he sniffed… she waited in frantic submission, her legs opening wider still, though she willed them to close… to shut before – "God help meeeeeee!"

Becky couldn't hold back the sudden expressive gasp when she felt his damp nose move lower between her thighs and brush wetly down against the tiny puckered ring of her anus. Light flashed kaleidoscopically in her brain from the camera held by Christina… but the helpless blonde saw nothing but the erogenous colors of her drug-instilled lust exploding in pink wispy puffs inside her own clouded brain.

The dog licked again at her cringing anal opening. "Ooooh," she blurted the moment his irresistible tongue splurted between her widely spread buttocks to lick up and down the smooth fleshed split surrounding her snug rectum, the tip suddenly burrowing in to tease her with its warmth.

How long that blissful titillation went on down between her thighs, Becky had no way of measuring. Around her, the onlookers were becoming increasingly aroused by the lewd show she and the dog were putting on. One platinum blonde woman, who'd come in after the evening's activities had got under way, had impulsively begun taking off her clothes and was now sitting back on a couch behind the bed with two men sitting on either side of her naked body. The two men had unzipped their flies and the new guest was massaging both of their massively erect penises in each hand.

Meanwhile, Christina was snapping photos from every conceivable position, but Becky's mind was numbed to everything but the searing moistness of Eric's tongue as it neared the pinkly exposed split of her vagina. The German shepherd traced his tongue along the thin hair-lined edges of her cuntal lips to the tiny trembling bud that revealed itself achingly to him. He licked again, this time slicing through the softly yielding vaginal flesh like a hot knife through butter.

His blissfully caressing tongue splayed wide her submissive genitals in rapid strokes, swiping up and down the exposed pink pussy lips with increasing pressure. At last he lunged his tongue in an invading curl far up into the responding heat of her deliriously craving cuntal mouth.

"Eeeeeeoww," she half-shrieked, and then cried in ecstasy beneath his oral loving, her deep blue eyes lustfully feeding on the spectacle she and the dog were making to the crowd of people in the room.

"That's it, Eric, lick her pussy!" Becky heard a woman's voice beside her, but she didn't look up to see Christina with the camera leveled directly at the dogs sleek-nosed head between her feminine thighs.

Again and again, Eric's scorching tongue eagerly grazed her quivering loins, from the tight-puckered opening of her anus to her upraised pussy. At its peak it hesitated, penetrating the hot liquid flesh to flick skillfully at her palpitating clitoral bud, fanning the growing flames of arousal inside her like a hot bellows. The indecent spell worked on her by the dog had brought her to the point of squirming surrender, and she moaned gutturally as each lust-teasing curl sent her young body into further spasms of erotic delight.

Frantically, she brought her knees all the way back to touch her tingling breasts and to give the German shepherd greater access to her widespread cunt. "Ooohhh, God… lick it," she heard her own whines blending with his, while 'he continued devotedly lashing his tongue across the fluid pussy-flesh between her upraised thighs and buttocks.

Jack Thompson thrashed in his chair as he heard his wife's cries urging the animal on. He couldn't believe it… it couldn't be true! Yet he was watching this obscenely bestial performance with his own eyes. At first he'd felt sorry for his shamelessly naked wife, but now he didn't know… why or how… she could respond like that. The shocked young husband shifted in the chair as much as he could, then felt a cautioning hand grab his shoulder, and rested back, knowing there was nothing he could do to make her stop enjoying the dog's lewdly caressive tongue.

Just as Becky thought she would cum by being tongue-fucked by the handsome German shepherd, she felt him abruptly end his inciting animal kisses. For a moment she lay back stunned, unable to move, incapable of saying anything. What had happened? Where had it gone? She raised up on her elbows with a start, slowly lowering her upthrust legs. She saw the unbelieving eyes of her husband staring across at her… he was no longer struggling to loose himself from his bonds… he too was gripped by an insane curiosity to see what would happen next.

In front of her the dog pawed the bed, wagging his long bushy tail. Her eyes flicked across the dappled gray and black tracings on his fur-gleamed body, the delightfully varied markings of a pure-bred stud. Then… she saw it! The desperately inflamed girl saw his scarlet glistening animal-cock!

Breathlessly, she gaped at the dripping taper slowly emerging from its furry sheath. It dangled and swayed as it slipped from its protective sleeve in an expanding length of reddening hardness. God! It was bigger than Olaf's huge male organ… much larger than any cock she'd ever seen before!

"Christina," Schneider addressed his young Italian mistress. "Put a pillow under her ass… I think that's what she needs now!"

The brunette grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and placed it snugly beneath Becky's wantonly uplifted buttocks. Now her ass-cheeks were raised high in the air and she was resting back on her shoulders. Her hair spilled in a wild tangle of blonde tresses down onto the mattress as she tossed her head desperately in anticipation of the bestial ravishment to come. She made no effort to think rationally, but cast all logic aside, refusing to hear the renewed chokes and gagged gasps coming from her struggling husband.

Becky raised her legs, drawing them all the way back once more until her knees touched her excitedly swollen breasts. Her obscenely upraised cunt was welling with molten fire that she knew could only be quenched by one thing! This dog's thick scarlet dog-cock!

The crowd gave another collective groan as it saw Eric move forward, easily mounting her widespread legs. The excited tip of his canine hardness brushed against her heated vaginal opening, raising tiny whimpers from both the dog and the young woman.

"Oooooooohh," Becky murmured, feeling the taut-muscled belly-weight of the dog press powerfully against her tightening stomach.

Then she was reaching down beneath him until her gentle fingers grasped his pulsating cock. She shuddered at the feel of his animal-penis and the awareness that it was something alien to her, something that only the most depraved women throughout the ages had experienced at the cost of everything that was sacred to them: A dog was about to fuck into her aching pussy!

On the couch beyond the bed, the woman with the platinum blonde hair had begun sucking at one of the men's eagerly hardened cocks. Both men had removed their pants and their twin flesh-poles glistened in the flickering candlelight. The woman knelt on the couch with the fully erect penis of one older man in her mouth, while a younger, but baldish looking man, had positioned himself behind her lewdly upraised buttocks and began fucking into her proffered cunt. But the crowd was so totally incensed at the depraved scene on the bed, that it paid the obscenely entwined trio on the sofa little attention. All eyes were focused on Eric's cock pulsing between Becky's tightly gripping fingers. She pressed its blood-swollen tip into the warmly throbbing entrance to her cunt, and the second that her clutching pussy flesh nibbled at his penis… in that very instant, he did nothing less that what nature demanded of him!

The powerful German shepherd sunk his long heated thickness to the furry hilt into the captive bride's upraised cuntal mouth!

"Damn… look at the dog… I didn't believe he was going to fuck her," a hoarse masculine voice said in amazement.

Eric squatted on his hind legs to bury his rampaging cock deep up inside her hotly screaming belly. His sperm-bloated balls slapped hard up into the wide split crevice between her buttocks as he established his rapid-fire pace.

"Aaaaagh!… Uggggg!" Becky gasped out at the first penetration of his massively hardened animal-cock.

Becky at first wanted to linger on those seconds when he made the first pumping strokes up into her passion-dilated cunt, but there was no time to sink into even a moment's reflection. His searing cock fucked deep up into the far recesses of her shamelessly accepting belly, and she gasped and cringed beneath him, her mind a seething morass of sensual desire.

Maddening delights of quickening ecstasy filled her submissive body, and the frenetic young woman could do no more than squirm salaciously beneath the dog's ever lengthening strokes fucking their way to the very hilt in her wide-stretched pussy. She gaped at the glistening cone-shaped hardness pistoning up into her welcoming cuntal depths, kicking her legs out and wrapping them tightly around the furry muscles of his strong back.

"Catch that, Christina," Schneider chuckled, "get that beautiful pose!"

The Polaroid burst, sending little gems of light sparkling across Becky's partially closed eyelids.

"Oh, fuck me, Eric," the impaled young bride screamed out in wanton ecstasy.

Furiously, the dog's hairy belly and loins battered and thudded downward against her taut widespread ass-cheeks, his huge pleasure-bringing cock sinking its full hardened length up into the fluid inferno of her wildly clasping cuntal passage. The blonde wife rotated her hungrily working hips and buttocks up at him, grinding her sucking vaginal walls around the fierce unrelenting dog-cock while a blissful cry rushed from her rasping throat.

The erotic love-cry sizzled through Jack Thompson's mind like the echoing voice of doom. He watched his young wife whimpering beneath the beast, not believing what he saw, trying to place the depraved act of bestial submission into the dream-place of a hallucination. But he couldn't. Total shock possessed him; mingling with a revulsion that was so profound he thought he would be sick. He heard his wife's throaty moan as she rode up the ground-swell of her approaching climax… he heard the resounding slap of the dog's obscenely inflated balls against her upthrusting buttocks, and saw his wet thick cock vanishing up into Becky's blonde-fringed vaginal lips in a demoniacal fusion of woman and dog, beast-driven woman and woman-driven beast.

Other eyes watched with equal fascination. In the periphery of his vision, the young husband could see the naked platinum blonde on the couch sucking on one man's lustfully thickened cock while another man fucked into her moist pussy from behind. Christina stood behind the couch so she could get a shot of the silver-blonde woman being skewered by two men and a picture of Becky being fucked by the dog in the same photographic frame. Meanwhile, Schneider stood in front of the orgiastically aroused crowd, like an operatic impresario conducting an obscene rendition of the Rite of Spring.

If the men and women in the audience could have applauded they would have done so. But they were otherwise indisposed with one or both of their hands, either caressing persons of the opposite sex beside them… or masturbating themselves if no one was available…

"Ooooooh, my lover… fuck me… fuck me… you magnificent darling!" Becky gasped, pulling the German shepherd’s big head down so she could smother his panting face with hot moist kisses. Her soft white legs were wound tightly over his furry back, as were her arms now around his neck; she whined in a low crying voice while she kissed him, at the same time thrusting her eagerly clasping cuntal crevice up onto his aching, throbbing penis. Her dilating cuntal walls clung greedily to his pounding maleness, urging him toward the point of wild primeval release!

Her glazed blue eyes grew large, unseeing. Wildly, the lust-blinded young wife opened her mouth as his long thick tongue thrust up into the hot moist shelter, brushing against her own tongue as it went almost to her throat. She was being fucked in the mouth by his tongue as well as skewered in her cuntal slit by his pulsating cock, filled to overflowing in both clasping openings that throbbed and licked her to the precipice of a fiery orgasm.

She started to moan deliriously, but her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh. Then the first spasms struck her and she shrieked, thrusting her wildly convulsing young loins up hard onto his consummating dog-cock in a desperate lunge. Eric responded with a harsh forward stab, his hugely expanding cock jerking inside her frantically gyrating pussy. She felt his back tense and writhe for a moment… then little yips came from his slavering jaws… and he rutted deep, his flat hairy belly wriggling spasmodically against her nakedly squirming pelvis.

Suddenly his scalding, animal-cum geysered deep up into her soft constricting belly with long liquid squirts, flooding her womb and caressing her pussy-depths almost to the bursting point.

"Fuck… oh, ohhhhh, aaaaaaaahhh, fuck meee!" her voice harmonized with Eric's guttural growls that accompanied his cock's erupting release.

She flailed her head from side to side in erotic bliss, suddenly feeling the lewd combination of their human-animal cum obscenely trickling out from her tight clasping pussy lips. It rivuleted down the insides of her open thighs and she milked her lover's deflating cock of the last cum-droplets. And then… he growled… his tongue drew away from her mouth, and he was onto his feet.

"Ooooohhh," she moaned, and fell onto her side, her passion-depleted body finally rid of a hunger that had been with her, it seemed since the beginning of time.