Robert Desmond - House of Evil

"Skip it, you dirty little slut," Newton said bitterly, biting off each harsh word for emphasis. She had never heard him speak this way before and every syllable fell on her ears like the stinging lash of a horsewhip. Suddenly she collapsed back on the couch and a torrential outpouring of tears burst from her, her mind flooding with shame and regret that she could no longer control. Great wracking sobs rose from her throat, scalding and crippling her until she was reduced to a shivering, shuddering mass of anguish with nowhere to turn.

"Is she cryin' because she wants old Buck to fuck her again?" Braun droned, a look of consternation and sympathy in the expression on his face. "I'll fuck her, Mr. Blackwell, if that's what she wants… She don't need to cry."

"Now just don't you worry yourself about little Nadalee, stupid, because I'll calm the poor girl in my own way," George assured easily, giving the bald moronic servant a tolerant smile. Glancing quickly over at Newton first, the imposing silver-haired man added, "You see, the sweet young thing needs an older man to comfort her at a time like this… someone like me."

"George, darling, don't you think it's time now to clear up a few things – before it gets any later – unless we want to waste the whole day just standing around talking?" Dolores suggested with a slight toss of her hand to show her impatience. She was afraid that Newton might cool off sexually if he was given too much time to think and maybe become even angrier than he already was… And besides, she was growing anxious at the thought of having a little session with the redhead's tempting young specimen of virile manhood.

"Yes, dear, I suppose you're right again," George agreed as he cleared his throat and straightened up to his full towering height. "We might as well be open and above-board about all this, don't you think, Newton?"

"I sure do, Mr. Blackwell, even if it does seem kind of hard around a dirty little whore like my wife," Newton said sullenly, his eyes flaring wide with resentment as he poked his lean, dark face forward toward Nadalee's weeping form on the couch.

The distraught young redhead's mind was blank and she gazed out across the study with unseeing eyes. Only one thing was clear in her tortured brain – a fact that winced on and off agonizingly in her consciousness – and that was that her own husband hated her, called her "a dirty little whore, a slut" who was no longer worthy of his trust in her. Oh God, she groaned inwardly, if only she had not allowed herself to peek through that doorway at the Blackwells yesterday! If only she had listened to Newton those times he had warned her against the evil lurking within her! Then, perhaps, yesterday would never have happened at all and she would not have been in the horrible position she was in at the moment… She would not have been afraid to refuse Mr. Blackwell a little while ago when he had urged her to undress and submit to the unnatural, humiliating sex act with the giant dog. And what was more important, she would not be ashamed of herself now for having allowed the lewd vulgar act to excite her to the wildly ecstatic orgasm that had driven her completely out of her mind!

"I'm glad you agree, Newton," George finally said after a long strategy-planning session in his mind. "I hate to admit it, believe me, but I'm afraid you're right about your wife's morals being less than they should be… I'll spare you the details… and yet I don't think you should be too hard on her. After all, she's still just a girl and was only obeying her natural instincts."

"But why the dog? Why was Buck doing that to her?" Newton asked indignantly, his face flaming up harshly, his eyes shining bright with anger as he fought to maintain his self-control and calm his twitching nerves.

"Well, that's easy to explain. You see," George said gravely, almost reflectively, "Nadalee's presence in the house had become a real problem – you know, son, since she's so pretty and well-matured for her age. I suggested to her that she would either have to quit her job or find a solution to the problem she had created by exciting the innocent dumb beast as well as Braun to boot. Well, to make a long story short, she took the obvious way out and you just happened to catch her in the act with Buck."

"Braun? Do you mean she let him screw her too?" Newton asked wide-eyed, his voice vibrating fiercely with emotion. "My wife let a dog and a bald idiot screw her…!"

"Let? Did it look like she was letting Buck give it to her? Did it look like she was suffering?" Dolores prodded, her questions hitting the good-looking boy with hard flat rapidity.

"What now?" Newton wondered after a long period of silence as he shifted his eyes desperately from George to Dolores and back again, no longer able to conceal the steadily mounting anxiety he felt. He seemed to be waiting for them to explain his own emotions at the moment, to tell him why his young male loins still tingled lasciviously with sexual excitement even though he was bitterly angry and hurt. He wanted to know why the shocking sight of his wife being ravaged by the huge dog aroused him even now as he remembered it, causing his pulsing cock to lurch slightly under his trousers as it jerked to greater hardness.

"Well, I know what most men would do now," Dolores said coyly, giving the youthful brunette husband a frank, intimate smile, her blue eyes softening as she measured him. Yes, she decided, he was ready now – he was infuriated and yet just confused enough to accept a proposal that he would not ordinarily even consider. "If I were in your shoes, I think I'd handle myself like any normal man… I'd find myself another woman and have some fun with her – just to even the score."

"Hell, she's right, Newton," George enthused, nodding approval of his wife's suggestion. "As far as I can see, it's your only logical move. It'll probably save your marriage, you know, because a man and his wife shouldn't have things like this to hold over each other… especially two healthy young people who want to work together on their own land one of these days."

"My husband forgot to mention how important it is that Nadalee actually sees you enjoying yourself with some other woman," the older woman added quickly, "just the way you saw her going out of her mind when the dog was giving it to her."

"I know you're both right," Newton said with a little laugh of embarrassment, "but I just don't know another woman who'd help out that way." God, this kid really is innocent, Dolores thought, amused and yet growing more and more impatient to get the party rolling. Was he blind or just too stupid to see that she was completely naked and obviously interested in seeing him that way as soon as possible?

"That shouldn't be any problem," George said cheerfully, turning his head slightly to wink slyly at his attractive blonde wife. "I think Mrs. Blackwell's willing to help you, aren't you, my dear?" The millionaire studied his wife's glittering blue eves for a moment, noting with satisfaction that they were a little glazed from the anticipation she must be feeling.

"Of course, George, I'd love to offer myself to this boy!" she said as she turned to face Newton with an expression of sultry expectancy on her face. "You know I'm fond of him anyway and will do anything I can to help him… if he really cares about his marriage with Nadalee enough to do something about it… right now."

"Newton, no, don't listen… Please, give me a chance to explain," Nadalee begged, praying that he would stop long enough to listen to her plea. But her words of supplication sounded pathetic and useless even to her and she could not help but give way to a fresh outburst of sobbing that left her unable to speak even if she knew the right words to say.

"You dirty little whore, you damned dirty little whore! What right do you have to open your mouth?" Newton seethed as he moved closer to Dolores' naked body. "Mrs. Blackwell wants to help us – even though she's a married woman – and I'm going to take her up on her kind offer."