"The blackmailed wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jensen Peter)

CHAPTER EIGHT

The pungent sweetness of the hashish smoke hung heavy in the room. Ann could see the burning tips of the cigarettes in the darkness. The room was perfectly quiet now except for the occasional sound of deep inhalation or exhalation. A cough could be heard now and then from a smoker who pulled too deeply on the conscience killing weed.

Dim lights appeared behind the thin curtains that covered the small stage. A large bed was visible in the center of a set dressed as a bedroom with a small dressing table to one side with a large mirror near it. Quiet music began from a stereo in the room. It was a beautiful setting, Ann thought.

Another glass of champagne was put into her hand – she had lost all sense of proportion and wasn't certain whether it was from Julia or Carlos. It didn't matter; the hashish had made her thirsty and she poured the cool liquid down her parched throat gratefully.

It was filled again, and she could see this time that Carlos was pouring it for her.

It's nice to have someone look after me again and take care of me, she mused through the happy, relaxed feeling, and smiled her appreciation in the dim light.

Carlos smiled back, squeezed her shoulder lightly and nodded toward the stage. The curtains were opening slowly and a young innocent-looking Mexican girl appeared by the bed. She could not have been over seventeen and was the most lovely thing Ann had ever seen. She had a melancholy look on her face that reflected deed loneliness. It touched Ann to the depths, as she felt much the same way with Dave gone. She identified with the girl at that moment and concentrated completely on what she was doing. Her emotions seemed inextricably bound to those of the lonely creature and she felt tears of sympathy begin as they did often when watching an exceptionally sad scene in a television movie.

The girl picked up a picture from the dressing table, looked longingly at it for a moment, and then pressed it tenderly to her full breasts, outlined clearly beneath the tight, black dress she wore. She placed the photo graph gently on her pillow and began to undress.

She slipped the long gown slowly upwards, exposing the high-set calves – then the full, well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted sharply with the creamy ivory of her exposed flesh.

Ann could hear sounds of delight from the males as the dress snaked its way over the girl's head and her beautifully-rounded torso emerged. Her bra fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers and the full beauty of her firm, ripe breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud in the stage light and their quivering, turgid nipples, stood out on the luscious half-spheres; peaked higher as the girl raised her arms high over her head, pulling the long, black hair up, then releasing it to cascade softly over her alluring shoulders.

She was almost naked, now, in just high heels, long, black hose, the garter belt, and the thin wisp of sheer panties. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to the audience; drew the silk panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks – brushing them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves, and discarded them at her feet by the dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly turned to the front. All her delicious nudity was exposed now – from her high rounded breasts – to the soft dark triangle of her womanhood.

Ann shifted nervously next to Carlos. She had never expected anything like this. In the show she and Dave had seen, the girl had left on a "G" string, ineffectual as it was – but this exposed all the girl had to offer – she was making no attempt to hide it either.

The girl lay back on the bed now, the picture of her absent lover in her hands, looking at it with a deep longing that could mean only one thing. She was aroused and needed release!

Ann almost gasped aloud as the girl's free hand massaged her own breasts in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin slit of her vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft dark hair between her thighs. Her feet were pointing directly at the heavily-breathing audience watching the girl slowly work herself into a burning passion. Her buttocks twisted against the mattress as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Sheer, wanton desire reflected in her eyes. It seemed so real, Ann couldn't understand how the girl could act such a part unless she really felt it. She remembered lying in her own bed recently and thinking about Dave and how she had almost gone insane until she had relieved herself with her own fingers. She blushed slightly at the guilt flicking through her conscience. She squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vulva. She jumped at the unexpected contact and the more unexpected shock it had brought. Her breath quickened.

Carlos, in his concentration on the girl, had forgotten the champagne and Ann reached forward and hurriedly poured herself one, her eyes on the stage. She downed the refreshing liquid quickly, attempting to cool some of the warmth the girl's passion had transmitted to her own body.

While she was pouring, Carlos lit two more thin, brown cigarettes and passed her one. Without thinking, Ann pressed it to her lips and pulled deeply, perhaps hoping it would still the unfamiliar ache beginning deep within her belly.

With each drag, Ann could feel herself mentally unwind. This one heightened the feeling from the first cigarette. She didn't feel she was the same person she had been a moment ago. She was someone else and it frightened her a bit but she couldn't think about it now. The heat and excitement of the room was beginning to stimulate her hotly against her will. She squirmed down against the couch again, feeling the round edge of the cushion push dress and panties into her crevice; she rubbed herself gently against it, working the corner of the cushion between the moist lips of her vulva. Her body rocked on it in almost indiscernible rhythm – in concert with the writhing girl on the stage. She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs and she spread them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer panties.

She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at Julia and Pete next to her to make sure they hadn't noticed; but they were so engrossed that they had paid no attention. Julia lay back against Pete, dragging heavily on another hashish cigarette, and Pete had his hands inside her bodice. Ann could see it move tantalizingly under the thin material covering her breasts. Her dress had slipped up so that the white thighs were visible above the stocking tops; her legs were slightly spread. In the dim light, Ann could see the white band of her panties between them. Julia seemed unaware of the exposure. Her mouth was open in intoxicated rapture as both watched the stage intently in expectation.

Ann leaned against the back of the couch, careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion pressed into the crevice between her fevered thighs and found Carlos' arm behind her waiting. Without thought, she relaxed against it and made no protest when his hand came to rest heavily on her left breast.

His arm feels good, she thought to herself, and it doesn't hurt anything. She pulled again at the cigarette in her lips. The musky odor of Carlos' cologne filled her nostrils, stimulating her more. It had a rich, suggestive odor that caused her to snuggle closer as the excitement of forbidden naughtiness rippled through her.

It seemed an eternity since she had last looked at the stage but it was only moments. The sweet, pungent hashish had warped her time sense. The girl on the bed writhed more lasciviously now as though being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture on the bedside table and both her hands were running over her body as though out of control, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest, together, at the vee of her soft, down-covered crotch. She groaned on the stage at the sudden contact of her hands with the moist slit between her thighs and pulled her knees up, her toes on the mattress. Then, she straightened the legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the bed; with a deeper groan, she let them fall wide apart exposing to the excited onlookers the moist, glistening furrow between. Her fingers crawled to the soft hair covered lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible and the mouth-like orifice opened hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone in the stage light, divided by the hot, avid crevice between them. Her tiny anus nestled mysterious and inviting below the swollen and agitated lips.

Ann gasped in disbelief as the girl slowly inserted a middle finger into the glistening pink, stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris. Carlos' hand squeezed her breast tighter as she heard and felt his breathing becoming heavier. She was afraid to look at him; was hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the girl on the bed increased and her probing fingers worked themselves inside the pink edges of her contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. She slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips. Her legs jack-knifed back, knees against her breasts and the soft rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the inquiring finger. The girl's facial muscles tightened as she joined two fingers with the first and, clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the hungry, pink folds. They disappeared with a soft, sucking noise and a soft moan of pleasure purred from the girl's lips.

Ann tensed in momentary shock at this indignity and only Carlos' firm grip on her now-throbbing breasts kept her from running from the room. She sensed that she had better go, before it was too late and her own excitement ran away with her.

This desire lasted only a moment before the effect of the cigarette lulled her again. She waited in anticipation and nervous fear of her own emotions to see what would happen next. Ann felt too closely identified with the girl writhing in desire before her and knew there was a danger point from which there was no turning back. She took another sip of champagne and another pull at the hashish. The warm, relaxing smoke curled deliciously down into her lungs relaxing and easing her mind of fear at the passion raging through her own body. She snuggled back again against Carlos, foggily determined, somehow, to keep her guard up.

The girl on the bed had become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight, pink openings, making moist, sucking sounds as she withdrew them to push them in again. Her face was red – straining for climax. She groaned in frustration as her own fingers thrust harder and deeper. They were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long dark hair flying in frustration at the inability to bring herself to climax. Still she tried, her hand beating a wild staccato against the spread, straining buttocks, the grunts faster and louder with each passing second.

Suddenly, a giant St. Bernard dog ran onto the stage and jumped up on the bed. The girls eyes widened in terror and she jerked the back of a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. She moved to lower her legs and roll from the bed but the dog stood and growled viciously in warning. The young girl froze in the position of masturbation – thighs spread and with her knees drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move as the huge dog growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.

Ann jumped when the giant animal bounded onto the bed. She grabbed Carlos' arm tightly; her nerves were on edge before; the sudden rush almost frightened her out of her wits.

"My God!" she whispered, voice quivering. "What's he going to do to the poor girl?"

"You will see," Carlos answered with a grin through the dim light. "But do not frighten, the girl is never in show before. Ramon did not tell of the dog. He is trained well and the more young, the more better he likes."

Ann knew she should leave now to keep from going to pieces herself. But somehow, the helplessness of the girl lying – shaking with fear beneath the snarling dog sadistically fascinated her. She couldn't look away. The lewd thought of this monstrous dog raping the naked and defenseless girl quaking on the bed, sent shivers of revulsive curiosity tingling through her, and goose-pimples erupted on her sensitive skin, as for a moment she felt strangely cold. She took the champagne Carlos pressed into her hand eagerly and downed it with one nervous gulp. The chill passed and she relaxed again in Carlos' arm, eyes glued on the stage. She could not resist as his hand moved beneath her bra to cup the softness of her large, firm breast, trapping the tiny nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. She knew Julia was there and that he couldn't go any farther without forcing her – besides, it felt good as the nipple stiffened and swelled under his massaging hand and tweaking fingers. She squirmed tighter into the seat feeling the cushion beneath her buttocks pressing deeper into her wet crevice. Her panties were soaked and she squeezed her thighs together to hold down the tingling sensation beginning to grow there. She was on dangerous ground and knew it but could not bring herself to leave. The evil fascination of the impending ravishment held her glued to the couch. She squirmed downward again, the cushion edge forcing the set band of her panties deeper into the split of her crotch. Its smoothness excited the sensitive, pink lips of the vagina. She felt tiny throbs pulsing in the tiny bud of her clitoris and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations that were throbbing between her legs.

Her thoughts jerked back to the stage. The giant St. Bernard lowered his head to the helpless girl's soft hair-covered crotch and was sniffing it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. The girl moaned in terror as the cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny, puckered anus. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.

For a moment, she tried to squirm away but the dog raised his head and growled again and began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker, up over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her public mound. His great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girls wide-spread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the St. Bernard, lapping and sniffling at her loins.

Ann shuddered and chilled from the sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She gasped at the change coming over the writhing young girl on the bed. The frightened moans that had come from the girls terror-contorted face changed to soft mews of involuntary pleasure – pleasure that she did not want and had set her mind against but that slithering, thick tongue, licking at her had forced her to enjoy. She raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment above her squirming body, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears.

With a deep animal sound she kicked her legs back over her head and pulled his nose forward, into her well-lubricated vulva. His giant tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her up thrust crotch without mercy. Wild incoherent shrieks streamed from her lips; pleading and encouraging dumb animal salivating between the writhing, upturned buttocks. He worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him…

Ann heard a groan next to her, and in surprise, tore her eyes from the obscene spectacle on the stage. The shock was even greater. Julia had both legs spread wide, her dress over her hips. Pete's hand was inside her white panties, cupping her mound. Ann shuddered as the outline of his fingers moved under the sheer material. He was stroking in rhythm, sinking them deep into her vagina. Julia, unaware of anyone, was grinding her pelvis, buttocks off the cushions, in rhythm to the fingers screwing into her. Both she and Pete had their eyes locked on the lascivious exhibition.

Ann looked around – other couples were in lewd embraces, indistinct but showing by their writhing motion the obscene exhibition was affecting them – they were losing control over their passions. A warning bell sounded again in Ann's subconscious. She knew she should run – now – before her own body succumbed to the lewd urges pulsing through it. But then, a groan from the stage pulled her drugged mind from logical thought. The dog lifted his head from the pleading girl's crotch to nose her over on her stomach in servile surrender; her resistance gone under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her pussy. She was enslaved by the huge beast panting over her; her quivering body spread-eagled, face down on the bed. The huge head lowered again, the thick tongue slithering in the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's buttocks.

She twisted them back toward him lasciviously, reaching to spread the ivory globes and give full access to the tiny, brown anus. The tongue lashed her for another long, avid moment as Ann felt the aching hunger inside her spread from her abdomen up to her passion-swollen breasts. She labored, gasping, for breath and squirmed harder against the cushion, pushing the wet, swollen lips of her organ against it to try to put out the fire burning there. Carlos' hands palpating her swollen breasts, thrilled her and frightened her. She tried with all her might to pull his hand away – but her own hand moved only as far as Carlos' – and then fell back, uncontrolled, into her lap. It would not obey her mind's commands, lying limp and useless as she turned her glassy eyes back to the stage.

The St. Bernard now was nuzzling under the lust-paralyzed girl's crotch, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the mattress. Ann's eyes widened in amazed disbelief as the head lifted, raising the girl's buttocks. What he wanted was plain – and the girl obediently knelt, elevating the spread buttocks, bending before the huge animal in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat; crushed her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive organs for interminable minutes.

The girl was on all fours and the huge dog mounted the spread rounds of her buttocks, paws on her back. It was then Ann saw that white fur mitts had been lashed to the dog's forefeet to prevent his claws wounding her. The glistening, scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, dripping; the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the tapered point and the thick shaft in her body.

Sobbing, the girl looked back, shifting her round buttocks to try to capture the lengthening shaft; like a bitch in heat, she strove to sheath the long, scarlet organ in her voracious, grasping vulva. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily-relaxed anus, attempted to enter. With a cry, the girl tensed, evaded the bending, up-slipping prod in fright but the dog returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success. However, mindlessly, he thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully beneath, into the soft, hair-nested crevice, rubbing against the clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unhoused shaft rubbed between them. Ann held her breath with the other spectators who'd stopped to watch the huge dog, bucking madly behind the moaning girl, attempting to skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of the huge, dripping penis. Out of control, the dog growled in frustration as the girl, in desperation, reached back and, grasping the slippery organ, guided the point of it into the pink red slit, spreading it apart wider and wider with each forward thrust. Ann was holding her breath.

Groans of disbelief rippled through the room as the giant St. Bernard jerked forward and buried his huge cudgel deep up the squirming girl's pink, grasping hole. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair. A moan of relief came from her contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the thrust of the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face turned sideways toward the excited audience and they could see fully the effect it was having. Her face was contorted in rapture from the delicious screwing the dog was giving her. Her large, taut breasts danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog as it slid deep into her from behind, a relentless, hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself in her belly.

Ann's breath was coming in tight gasps and the burning sensation bubbling in her belly grew in maddening intensity with each moment she watched the girl being ravished. Her body was beginning to perspire in the warm, close room. The excited heat of the audience acted as a giant heater and Ann could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her belly into her pubic hair. Its slow, teasing trail caused her to squirm against the cushion, the edges rubbed sensuously against the moist, hair-lined flanges of her warm throbbing pussy. She bit harder on her lower lip to keep back a groan of frustration.

Her forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat from the feverish bodies around her. Another trickle ran down the valley between her full, ripe breasts that Carlos had massaged into hardness, his hands slipping over the nipples and his fingers nipping them sharply, causing a nervous jump each time he did it.

Her nerves were shattered and her mind whirled in indecision. She knew she should demand that they take her home. Julia's crowd was just a little too fast for her and this wasn't being true to Dave. She owed him faithfulness and had already gone too far by letting Carlos squeeze and knead her naked breasts this way but she still wanted to show Julia that she was not a child. And perhaps it was all right. This petting didn't hurt anything so long as it didn't go any farther. She could always stop Carlos if he tried to do anything other than touch her breasts. Surely, Julia wouldn't go any further with Pete. She had gone far enough as it was and Ann's face crimsoned as she thought of Pete's fingers digging wetly between her girl friend's thighs. The lewd thought sent another electric tingle deep into her belly and she could feel the seeping wetness between her own thighs increasing. Her heart pounded like a tom-tom. She was sure Carlos could feel it beneath her tight breast in his hand. She would stay – just until the show was over and then they could go. She would insist… she just had to; she had never intended things to go even this far.

Her mind strayed back to the obscenely swaying body of the girl kneeling before the hunching St. Bernard on the stage. She had gone completely out of her mind now and was shouting lewd encouragement to the dumb beast through clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his cum up her cunt. She wanted to be filled with the animal sperm in her drugged madness and that was all that mattered. The girl was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in humiliation at being screwed by this panting beast in front of the crowd and ground her buttocks back against his hairy jerking body like another animal. Ann watched in abject fascination. Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the girls rotating buttocks. They glistened in the lights of the stage and tiny droplets ran slowly down the backs of her thighs, soaking the hose on her straining thighs.

Ann could feel Carlos becoming more restless; certain he could feel her occasionally grinding her own buttocks into the couch. She tried to make it appear she was just changing position but it was becoming more difficult by the minute to conceal her frustration. Carlos' hand was kneading her breasts more vigorously now making her tiny, bud-like nipples throb in guilty pleasure. She snuggled down closer to him and put her hands over the front of her dress to hide his actions from Julia. She wanted to convince her companion she wasn't a prude and could watch a show like this; but she didn't want Julia to know she was letting another man touch her intimately even though Julia herself was succumbing disgracefully to Pete's caresses. She could see out of the corner of her eye that Pete's hand was still probing under the panties between Julia's loosely spread thighs, thrusting more rapidly now. Julia's eyes looked glazed through the darkness and she was grinding her pelvis up with greater determination against Pete's fingers as they flicked in and out of her wide-spread vagina.

Ann suddenly squirmed down hard against the seat. Carlos had turned toward her and dropped his other hand to her bared knee, slipping it up toward the fullness of her thigh. She had frozen momentarily at the unexpected contact crawling insect-like over her sensitive flesh. Carlos was pushing the hem of her dress; was half way up to her panties before she reacted and dropped a hand to her lap. She restrained his wrist tightly not daring to look at him. Her eyes remained on the panting, unnatural coupling on the bed; darting quickly to the side to see if Julia had spied Carlos' hand moving on her thigh. She obviously had not as she was totally engrossed in the fingers probing at her own genitals and the exhibition working toward a climax before them. She gradually forced Carlos' hand back down, pushing the dress with it, until she was covered again.

Carlos' hand came to rest on her lap as she lifted it from her knee and kept hers over it. She tried to hold it but it moved by force kneading the softness of her belly under the thin material of her dress. Teasing at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her abdomen, his fingers rotated against the mound of her crotch unable to go lower because of her tightly pressed thighs. Ann pressed harder against the cushion, knowing he would think she was trying to escape his fingers and not suspect that secretly she was pressing the cushion into her own wet vaginal slit. The flood between her thighs was wetting her dress now and she could feel the warm wetness on the soft cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down harder to feed the pleasure building there. As his fingers worked more firmly at her crotch, indecision arose again but the pleasure rationalized away the danger. Carlos could not – without forcing her – get beneath her dress. With Julia at hand, Ann didn't think he'd try. It felt wickedly good… only pleasure and no danger. She grasped his wrist tighter but it did not stop his hand. It was still able to move about freely, teasing her vagina and lower belly mercilessly through the thin material of her soaked dress and panties. Ann closed her eyes tightly for a moment and resigned herself to the rolling sensations of pleasure coursing through her body. It was almost as though he were touching her nakedness but still she felt safe. Surely he could go no farther with the others around like this. But suddenly, she gasped in surprise. Carlos removed his hand from her lap, moving it gradually under her buttocks from the side. He still peered at the exhibition as though completely unaware of his left hand now thrust between her buttocks and the seat. His hand searched like a mouse in the crevice between her buttocks. Ann hesitated, not knowing what to do. If she moved to push him away she would have to drop the hand hiding her breasts in Carlos' kneading fingers, from Julia and Pete. The struggle would certainly attract attention. Anything she said to him would be overheard in the silence that had fallen over the room.

Slowly she dropped her other arm to grasp his wrist tightly, but that didn't stop the hand. It continued its ruthless teasing under her crotch, probing at her moist slit through the thin dress and panties. There was no more she could do without creating a scene, so Ann resigned herself, almost with relief to Carlos' sneaky probing of her already-wet genitals. She squirmed slightly away from it as his middle finger began a gentle stroking motion, pushing the folds of her dress moistly into her suddenly throbbing crevice. A gush of shame washed through her at the sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcoming her desire to resist. Carlos' hand under her buttocks became bolder as it sensed her tacit surrender to its probings. He hooked his middle finger to slide her dress up the backs of her thighs so that he could penetrate the moist softness underneath. She could feel already the light tickling sensation of the material sliding from between her thighs and the cushion.

Oh God, what should she do? This was sheer lunacy; allowing herself to be used like this – and worse – enjoying it! What was happening to her?

Ann bit hard on her lower lip, glancing to see if Julia showed any signs of awareness. But she was still concentrating on the stage as Pete's hand continued its stroking.

She could feel the dress rising faster now, though still not apparent from the lap. She lifted inadvertently as a fingernail scratched the softness of her thigh, as the dress slid upward more rapidly in response to Carlos' hooking finger. Suddenly, she gasped aloud. There was no more dress. Carlos' hand covered all of the wet band of her panties and was snaking under the elastic leg-band and worming into the moist walls of her soft pussy. She squirmed against it, holding her breath for fear some tell-tale sound might escape her lips. Her whole torso quivered until her impaled vagina became accustomed to the invading finger probing at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel its moisture covering the palm of the hand beneath her buttocks as it ground imperceptibly into her crotch. Carlos' fingers moved in circles inside her, expanding her tight little hole with each teasing rotation. Ann was almost out of her mind, now. She didn't think she could stand this maddening teasing of her genitals another moment. She was ready to crawl the wall to quench the fire raging through her contracting vagina. The sight of the girl on the stage being buffeted into the squeaking mattress by the St. Bernard and the long thin finger, fucking into her cunt without mercy, were just too much! Something had to give!

It did.

Suddenly there was a loud cry from the stage. The girl was twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long dark hair churning on the mattress. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm and screwed her buttocks greedily against the dog like a she-demon gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into the waving buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from it, onto the sweat on her back. She screamed suddenly and rammed back against the dog wildly just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in hard spurts deep in her clasping vagina. Ann watched in fascination as the girl's round buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tight cunt squeezing the prick of the dog; thin trails of the sticky white ran down the ivory columns of her thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she pitched forward on her face, unconscious; the rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipping from her mauled passage-way with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the stunned silence of the room. The girl was out cold and the dog stood above her wagging his tail in obvious appreciation. In a last act of obscene depravity he dropped his head to her wide-spread crotch and licked at the white sticky liquid oozing from her still quivering cunt. He gulped at it hungrily until at last there was no more and lay down contentedly between her open legs, his giant head nuzzled gently into the soft vee of her ravished pelvis.

The curtain closed slowly, leaving the depraved scene – the subjugated girl and her animal lover lying in satiated sleep – imprinted deeply in the minds of the breathless crowd. The room was filled with the stale air of excited breathing that had accompanied the passion-inciting exhibition. No one present had not felt the sensations of lust at that final climax – including Ann Morrow. It was with relief and regret that she felt Carlos' finger slip from her tortured vagina and his hand slide from beneath her. She was close to her own orgasm and in a few more moments, would herself have been as helpless a victim of passion as the girl unconscious on the bed in front of them.