Peter Jensen - The blackmailed mother book II

"You… you want to be fucked, Lonnie-baby?" Zeigler in his ecstasy stammered out to the young wife and mother. "You want to be fucked?"

The answer tumbled out before Lonnie could even consider the lewd question rationally. "Oooh… yes, yessss!"

"Then raise up your ass behind you as high as it will go," he ordered, and he waved his hand in a gesture to one of the guards standing to one side of the stage. "Get ready for the best fuck of your life!"

"Yeas! Yes!" Lonnie cried out, her tongue still buried in her young daughter's now hungrily quivering cunt as she thrust her white, round buttocks as high as she could.

The guard, seeing the signal, released Zeigler's huge German Shepherd dog, and the great beast surged for the bed, his tail wagging and his thick, long tongue lolling as the specially bred animal salivated with the remembered pleasures his master had trained him to perform. Fang leaped on the bed and headed straight for the provocatively waving buttocks of the woman.

I don't care… I don't care any longer… as lewd and despicable as this is, I can't help myself… And then the wife of Roger Carmel felt the additional weight on the bed behind her, and she turned, wondering who her lover would be, but not really caring so long as he had a long, hard cock to fill her hungry, seething womb. And then she came back to reality as she saw the dog. Oh God! It's that dog from last night! Lonnie screamed out in undiluted horror as the great, panting brute growled the same, menacing way he had when he had subdued the young girl to hopeless subjugation. Lonnie could do nothing except freeze, her hand still deeply impaled in her masturbated cunt as Fang lowered his head to her defenseless, upturned buttocks.

"Oh God, somebody, help me!" the lovely young wife mewled in helpless horror.

"Oh Lord!" Roger Carmel blurted out. "It's Lonnie! My wife's out there… and Jennifer too! And… and…"

Oliss finished the choked-off sentence. "And Sam Zeigler, the man who my detective said has been fucking your wife. Look at him, Roger. Look at what that bastard is doing to your daughter!"

Carmel looked wildly out the window of the little second-floor room Oliss had led him to, then around at Martin trying to swallow his obvious lustful and malevolent pleasure at the carnality going on out there, and his depraved wife, Cylvia, who was sprawled on one of the low couches with a Cheshire cat grin all over her smug face.

"It's just like I told you, Roger," Oliss' blonde and lovely wife said throatily, "I thought there was something… terrible and hideous about Zeigler, and I followed him tonight. He picked up your wife and daughter and brought them here. I… can't tell you how sorry I am to have been a party to this horror… but Zeigler is a bastard… I couldn't help myself, though I know I'd never have allowed myself to fall so thoroughly under his spell as your wife and child obviously have."

Lying hitch! Roger Carmel's tortured mind screamed. They all set up this circus of perversion! His mind whirled with the total nightmare of what hen and countless other people – were viewing, and all his brain could fathom was that Lonnie and Jennifer weren't really out on that bed, but they were! Oh Lord, they were! His face grew blue with rage and sickness as he watched first Lonnie, completely enslaved by a giant German Shepherd, her trembling white body spread face down on the bed while the brute's thick tongue slithered into the exposed crevice between his adored wife's smooth-ivory buttocks. Roger gulped aloud, and he stared horror-stricken at his child-like, innocent Jennifer being pummeled by a man older than Roger, and not even in her tender vagina, either, but in her anus! His own teenage daughter was being sodomized in front of him – and liking it; both wife and daughter were liking it, performing together in the lewdest of debauches… and… before a depraved, lusting audience!

In the back of his blindingly fogged mind Roger Carmel thanked God that at least he had been forewarned of this treachery by Kim Copeland, and that he had prepared himself a little bit by assuming the worst possible thing that could happen would be catching his wife making love to Zeigler in private… if he had come upon this prurient exhibition cold, the way Martin and his wife had plotted he would, he knew that he would have gone out of his mind in one searing second of comprehension!

And then, if that wasn't enough punishment for the unsuspecting husband and father to witness, Zeigler gnashed his teeth suddenly and jerked Jennifer off his turgid, slick cock, and rolling her around with a sadistic grin implanted on his face, took the young child by the hair brutally and thrust forward to rim his thick, glistening penis deep into her gaping mouth. Roger held his breath in wretching pain, fearing that his teenage daughter would choke to death from the sheer size of the gangster's cock buried between her lips, but to his amazement, Jennifer not only swallowed the shaft greedily, but began to suck it hungrily while Zeigler fucked into her tightly locked mouth like it was another cunt. And Carmel caught the look on his wife's face as she watched in envy as their teen-age daughter slavered with all her vigor on the alien penis fucking her tiny, clasping mouth. The child's eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of lust that sent a shiver through both her parents, and Lonnie began to gyrate her own naked body back against the lapping tongue of the German Shepherd behind her.

Cylvia Oliss said something to Roger but Carmel was too engrossed with the incredible unfolding of the next horrifying act. The dog was mounting his wife from behind now, paws wrapping around her waist as if she was a bitch in heat, and Carmel could plainly see the brute's glistening scarlet penis jerked and danced from its furry sheath as it slid along her vaginal slit in search of her pink, clasping cuntal hole. The husband held his breath as did the Olisses beside him and the other spectators in their little rooms as the massive dog bucked at Lonnie's wide-spread buttock cheeks and bared its jaws and growled in his attempt to skewer her on his hot, still growing animal prick. A groan of abject disbelief came from Roger Carmel as Lonnie reached back between her wide-spread legs and grasped the dog's slippery rod of beastial flesh and guided its glistening tip to her moist, throbbing cuntal slit… and then the huge animal humped forward and buried its canine penis deep in the lovely wife and mother's squirming pussy mouth until it was interred to its full extent and the hairy testicles swung lewdly below into her wetly matted pubic hair.

"Great Heaven above!" Martin Oliss exclaimed in fascination. "Look at her! You see what I mean now, Roger? You don't have any choice except to submit to Zeigler. You tell him about your invention and whatever hold he has over your wife and kid will be broken. It's the only thing you can do, Roger; believe me, you don't have any choice."

Only thing to do… no choice… no choice… Roger Carmel laughed shrilly and hysterically at the revolting words of the traitorous Martin Oliss. No choice? The hell there wasn't! He'd show them! He'd show Martin and Cylvia and Zeigler, he'd show Jerome Quarren if he was in the audience, he'd show his wife and daughter, he'd show everybody what choice he had, including that damned dog out there!

Carmel couldn't stand it any longer. Reeling like a wild, uncontrolled animal, incensed by all of the plotting and lewd seductions of his family, intent on punishing the whole world for what he had become a victim of, he turned from the window and stumbled out the door, into the hallway.

Oliss stared in complete bewilderment at the departing, maniacally laughing man, bewildered by this odd turn of events. He said to his wife: "What the hell is Roger up to?"