Bert Ormsby - Swapping with laura

There was a roar of approval from the crowd and a sprinkling of applause from the audience. The women and girls shook out their hair and gave him respectful attention, the dogs sitting on command but with their cocks still hard and gorged with blood.

"Go get it Cleo."

But Cleonora had already opened the hidden closet in the panels next to the platform and was wheeling out the virgin seducer, a contraption which totally mystified Laura. It was red leather all across its top and looked like something that might be used by a gymnast to work out on, but there were also manacle-type attachments at all four corners, just above the wheels.

It arrived in front of her and Mark knelt down, still tightly holding her wrist, to make an adjustment in the equipment that retracted the wheels. The heavy invention now sat solidly on the platform. He reached underneath and released small cloth tabs which caused two holes to fall out of the device.

Laura thought it was strangely rounded, with odd curies and hollows. The next thing she knew, Cleonora and Mark had grabbed her arms and shoulders and were propelling her towards the strange device.

"What – wait…!"

But it was too late and they were too strong for her. Pushing her forward, they forced her to bend over so that her breasts fell through the two large holes. Then they stretched out her arms and fastened her wrists into the red leather manacles at one end of the machine.

A deep indescribably electrifying shock raced through the frayed nerve-endings of her abused young flesh as the startled blonde realized what they must be preparing her for. "No!" she cried out, sobbing. "No! Don't! Oh please!" She wriggled her buttocks and legs, trying to get off, but in another second, their strong hands had attached manacles to her ankles by stretching out her legs to the opposite end. The only way she could position herself now was on all fours.

Mark turned to the audience as she sobbed with hopelessness. "Well," he asked, "who wants to volunteer their animals to help Laura find herself. I need three volunteers."

There was a chorus of volunteers as the women called out, offering their dogs for the job. He selected three – one huge brute known as Handsome, another called Rex, and a slender young German shepherd answering to the curious name of Fidelis.

All the dogs came up onto the stage. Cleonora had taken a marijuana cigarette and was smoking indolently, her eyes glazed with depravity. Laura whined and struggled in fear, but it was no use. Her long blonde hair fell all around her glowing hot body.

Mark came over and the three dogs gathered around. All of a sudden she felt his thumbs on the fleshy lips of hair lining the outer flesh of her unwillingly moist cunt, and he pulled them slowly apart. She held her breath and prayed desperately for the moral strength to fight off what was about to happen.

His middle finger plunged upward into her burning hot pussy and she groaned as he worked it lewdly around inside. There was an exquisite feeling of cool air rushing over the rising bud of her nakedly exposed clitoris. It rippled up her quivering belly and out into the nipples of her lewdly hanging breasts, drowning out temporarily the throbbing humiliation she was feeling.

"All right, boys," he said in back of her. "You know what to do. Come on."

There was a patter of paws all around her imprisoned body as the dogs selected various parts of her helplessly bound body. One elected to lap his long wet tongue across the tingling tips of her throbbing breasts, while another came up around in front of her, stood up on his hind legs and put his forepaws on her upper back, trying to mount her face. She gasped as she felt a lengthy swipe of tongue reaching underneath her bent-over body to slice a soft wet mass of destruction across the hair-lined flanges of her openly seeping cunt.

Laura tried to avoid the German shepherd penis that was searching for her mouth by swinging her head from side to side, but then some of her hair got in her eyes and movement became awkward. The animal's tapered pink cock bumped wetly against her nose and her eyes glimpsed his cum-inflated balls underneath its base. The scent of his genitals was strong in her nostrils, and, unaccountably, she found it exciting.

The devils danced faster around the rough pink edges of her naked pussy as the dog in back of her delivered one long wet lap after another. Her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled up in her head. She thought she was going to swoon away from the many different sensations attacking her defenseless flesh. It was simply impossible to fight off all of them merely through concentrated thought, because, the minute she concentrated to fight off one, there was a flurry of diverting excitement in some other part of her body. There was no way she could win against them.

By now her vagina was a warm wet tunnel, contracting with desire over and over, fairly belong to be filled up with something – anything, even a rampaging cock. Her dilated eyes fastened greedily on the slender penis that was still bobbing around in front of her, searching lewdly for her mouth. Perhaps she should get it over with. Then she could go home anyway. It would find her mouth anyway. Why delay? She would only grow increasingly tired and weak. It could only be a matter of minutes in any case before the dog located her mouth with his rapidly expanding instrument. Her throat echoing a small, husky sigh of surrender, she opened her lips and took the dog's blood-bloated penis inside her crimson lips.

"Oh… oh… oh…" she gasped around the cock that began jerking swiftly in and out of her mouth. It felt so similar to the way Mark Franklin's had and just as good and the triple besiegement of her naked pussy, breasts and face was almost more than she could bear. The lapping tongue in back was wiping up all of her warm cuntal seepage as fast as it came out, and underneath her the rough bumps on the third dog's tongue made her nipples tingle and grow hard with lightning speed.

Her belly churned over and over; her vagina needed something hard and long to fill it. Her brain went dizzy with the mad sensations which seemed to be excavating her very soul.

And suddenly the imprisoned young wife forgot all her fears of humiliation and degradation. All that mattered were the wonderful feelings that were assaulting her mind, body and nerve-endings. She needed just one thing now – a red-hot penis stuffing up her vagina! Needed it more than anything in the world.

"Oh-uh-arggggurrgghh…" she gurgled around the muscular dog-cock that was raping her mouth. She licked off its swiftly seeping sperm with a moaning gasp of pure delight.

"What did you say, Laura?" asked a voice above her.

"Urgggghhaarrgghh…"

The dog in front of her was abruptly pulled out of her earnestly sucking face. Now she could say it, her nostrils flaring with burning desire, "Let him put it in me!" she croaked. "Please! I'm going out of my mind!"

"Do you mean you want him to fuck you, Laura?" asked Mark, holding the dog back by his haunches. "Is that it? If it is, you have to say so."

She had heard the word fuck before. It was obscene and filthy, but she didn't care. "Yes," she cried. "Fuck me! Let him fuck me!"

"With what, Laura?" Mark tormented. "With his cock in your cunt? Say it!"

"Oh yes! Yes," she drooled. "Let him fuck me with his cock inside of me! In my cunt, hurry! Oh God! I'm dying!"

A murmur of pleased approval rippled through the female audience. In back of them was the whirring motion picture camera, steadied by Cleonora, which was taking all this in.

Laura no longer cared about anything that was going on around her. Her mouth slurped gratefully as the dog before her was once again allowed to stuff his penis deep into her hungry face. She felt the bonds on her wrists being released and then her hands flew up to grab and fondle at his testicles, which were swinging with a weighty soft slap against her chin as his cock plunged repeatedly into her throat. She gurgled happily all around it and sucked and licked as if her life depended on it.