Paul Gable: Elaine_s dog show

"Wanda, what kind of party is this?" Elaine whispered as she eyed the group suspiciously.

"What kind do you think?" her friend responded, winking slyly at her.

"My God? I'm not going to get involved in any kind of gang-bang," Elaine said, about to turn around and leave.

"Don't, Elaine. You'll ruin me if you go. Besides, no ones going to make you do anything you don't want to. Come on, be sport. All you have to do is flirt and look pretty." Wanda pleaded with her.

"Oh, all right." Elaine said, taking another long drink.

"Besides, Sam might just show," Wanda said as she gave her friend a playful pinch on the arm, then walked towards a group of older men.

Elaine moved graciously around the party that evening, chatting with several congressmen and senators she knew slightly. Peter kept filling up her glass with more and more alcohol. And Elaine seemed to drink as if there were no tomorrow. She felt herself growing lighter and lighter as the evening dragged on.

Around one in the morning Elaine decided that she'd had enough and wanted to go home. But when she looked around for Wanda, she couldn't find her.

"Excuse me Peter. Have you seen Wanda?" Elaine asked the old senator. She hated to ask him for the time of day. But in this case, he was the only one who could give her an answer.

"Wanda, eh?" he asked slyly. Elaine didn't like the tone of voice he suddenly used. She was drunk, but not completely blitzed. Something strange was going on – something that probably started while she was talking in the other corner of the room.

"Yes. I'm tired, and I want to go home." Elaine said, straightening herself up in front of Peter.

"Well, if you want to see her she's in there," the old man slurred as he pointed at the first bedroom door.

Elaine looked in that direction, then turned back to Peter. He was smiling a little cruelly at her, winking obscenely as he motioned her to go and open the door.

"Well, I don't care what she's doing. I'll just tell her I'm leaving. She can stay here as long as she wants," Elaine said calmly as she strode across the floor. The blonde didn't look around but she could sense that every eye in the room was on her.

"Wanda, now listen, I'm going home and – OH, MY GOD! MY GOD!" Elaine cried out as she opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.

She'd started to tell her friend that she was leaving. But what she saw in front of her made her stop dead in the middle of the sentence. Wanda was crouching on the bed, her big thunderous titties scraping across the bedspread. In front of her was a congressman of about thirty, well-built, and with a thick seven-inch dick buried in her mouth. That didn't surprise Elaine – in fact, she'd halfway expected to find something like that when she stormed into the bedroom. But what shocked her and took away her speech was the dog that was on top of Wanda's back. It was a full-grown, black Doberman. His big front paws were tightly wrapped around the moaning brunette's body, while his hind legs were splayed wide apart. Elaine watched in horrified disbelief as the animal's hindquarters pumped rapidly, heaving his red, knobby dick in and out of Wanda's squishy pussy. Elaine had to shake her head and blink her eyes to make sure that she wasn't dreaming or having some alcoholic illusion. No, it was Wanda all right being fucked by a Doberman!

"My God!" she whispered under her breath, raising both her hands and cupping them over her mouth. Elaine wanted to vomit, but she couldn't help staring in sickened fascination. She didn't know Wanda that well. But she never thought that the girl would go this far in her admittedly wild sexual escapades.

"Fuck her, doggie! Fuck her!" Elaine heard somebody cry out. It wasn't the congressman being blown by the brunette. For the first time Elaine realised that there were others in the room. There were four other men standing against the wall next to her. All four were naked, stroking their cocks as they watched the big dog blast her friend's snatch with his dick. One of them had a German Shepherd who was watching the fucking scene just as closely as his master.

"Ohhhhh!" Elaine cried out, finally coming to her senses. She wheeled around and ran out of the room. Everything was spinning in front of her. Her mind buzzed with the horror of what she'd just witnessed and with the alcohol that raced through her body as she staggered to the front door. "Hey, stop her!" someone yelled out.

"Please, don't!" Elaine cried as she felt Peter body-block her and knock her down to the floor. Normally, she would have been able to out manoeuvre the fat senator and get out. But she was drunk, and couldn't even find her own feet.

"You'll like it," Peter said, pulling her up roughly to her feet.

"Like what?" Elaine asked nervously as she felt herself being dragged across the living room floor. The blonde looked around the room and saw everyone staring and smiling at her. The three women laughed loudly, whispering something to one another as they raised their drink glasses to her as if in some kind of obscene, meaningless toast.

"Come on. Wanda told you. She must have, or else you wouldn't have come here, right?" Peter asked as he continued to pull her across the living room. Gradually, Elaine realised that she was being pulled towards the bedroom where Wanda was.

"Don't!Oh,my God, don't!" Elaine cried out as she suddenly started twisting in the old man's tight grip. She began to see what he had planned. He was going to make her fuck animals just like Wanda was doing.

"Jesus! Doesn't that turn you on? I mean, a woman forced to do that," Elaine heard someone say as the senator dug his pudgy fingers into her arm.

"You're tearing my dress!" Elaine wailed as she continued to struggle.

"Bitch!" Peter cried out as Elaine suddenly bend down and bit him hard on the hand. He let go of her for a second. That was all that Elaine needed. She reached out and pushed him roughly away, sending the fat senator crashing to the floor. As he struggled to his feet, Elaine stumbled towards the door again.

But she was too drunk and disoriented by the liquor in her system. Two other man and one blonde had reached her by the time she got near the door. Elaine felt three sets of hands forcing her back towards the bedroom as she begged and whimpered for them to let her go.

"Don't make me do something like that! Oh please, it's sick, sick!" she wailed as she felt them unzipping her dress and pulling it down to the floor.

"Hey, she's got a great body," one of the men commented as they lifted her up and over the silk pile that was Elaine's evening dress.

"You want to drag her into the bedroom or keep her in here?" the blonde hooker asked Peter.

"Wanda's busy. Why bother her? Have Doug bring in his mutt," Peter said sneeringly as he rubbed his hand and stared angrily at the half-clad Elaine.

"Oh, God, you won't get away with this," Elaine said as she struggled with the two men who still held her. The blonde felt their powerful fingers digging mercilessly into her arms as she pleaded softly with them to let her go.

"Sorry, honey," one of them finally whispered back to her. "You knew what you were getting into."

"You don't understand. I didn't. I didn't!" Elaine insisted, twisting her body like a snake. But it was useless. Their grip was too strong.

"Here comes the star attraction," Peter said, smiling even more obscenely at Elaine.

The blonde turned her head towards the half-opened bedroom door and saw the same young, dark-haired man with his dog she'd spotted in the bedroom. Elaine glanced first at him, then at the handsome grey-and-white German Shepherd that stood panting next to him. Elaine cringed when Peter eyed her and chuckled, giving her a crooked smile.

"Come on, baby. Let's give my guests some action with that hot little pussy of yours," Peter said, walking behind her and grabbing a fistful of her long hair.