Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

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.