Richard Van Dorne - Ravished wife

However, as she lay on the bed dreaming Carl was not undressing. Instead, he had pulled four nylon cords from his suit pockets and was arranging them in noose-fashion, one for each limb.

"What are you doing," she cried suddenly and sat up as Carl grabbed her ankle and looped one noose around her right leg, fastening the other end to the bedpost.

"You'll see in a minute," he sneered at her, wanting to slap her for lying there, wanting to thrust his stubby little penis into the soft succulent hole between her legs. "Just lie back and keep your Goddamned mouth shut!"

Paula did as he commanded, tiny tears of sudden fear forming in her eyes. He can screw me, she thought. I'm a prostitute and he can screw me. Why does he have to tie me up? Why?

Carl felt a burning rage building inside himself as he tied her wrists to the other posts. He wanted to see her ravaged by the St. Bernard, then he would have his turn, too. It didn't matter what Wade said, and Red would never tell if he could have a little of her pussy, especially if the girl could be forced to suck him. No, no one would know but the three of them, and none of them would dare tell Wade they had gone against his instructions.

Slowly he got off the bed, running his fingers along the tanned smoothness of her sleek, naked thigh, pausing for a moment by the warmth of her dormant vagina. Yeah, he thought. She'll be ready when the dog finishes with her.

"Red," he yelled at the bathroom door. "Come on in here!"

Paula gasped as the door opened and she saw the two hundred pound St. Bernard come sniffing into the room, straining at the long black leash that pulled Red along behind.

"Oh, God, no," she whimpered as she suddenly knew what they had in store for her.

She tugged at the nylon cords that held her arms and legs, trying desperately to free herself from the impending doom, but it was no use. She could twist her body, but she was tied so tightly, that it did her no good to move at all. She twisted her head, trying to look at the knots that held her, each one tied with a hangman's professional care. There was no way for her to move, but she tried again anyway, hoping against hope that she could escape. She lifted her body and with all her strength pulled against the nylon cords, but nothing would give except her skin as it burned against the ropes, while trickles of blood ran down her arms from her wrists. What kind of men were they? Were they men at all? Why would they do this to her for one mistake? She panted for breath and closed her eyes hoping they would all go away. The unmistakable sniffing of the giant dog grew louder and she prayed to heaven for help. Don't let them. Oh God, don't let them do it!

"What's the matter, Paula," Carl sneered. "Are you afraid of the little puppy?"

Paula looked up at him to see Red standing beside him, handing Carl the black leash.

"I'm gonna watch for a while," he said, his yellow teeth showing from between his lips. "And then I'm gonna take my turn just like I did before. You're gonna get a fuckin' today like you've never had in all your whorey little life."

Red snickered at his own obscene thoughts as he lifted himself onto the dresser and settled into a front row seat.

"You shoulda seen him with Phyllis," he giggled. "He fucked her until all she could do was beg for more and more. Goddamn, she really liked it."

You perverted bastard, she thought. Why don't you shut up and get out of here, both of you!

"Yeah, Jocko," Carl said talking to the dog. "You screwed her so good, she'll never go back to men, nope, never."

Paula couldn't believe what they were saying, talking like two horrid perverts, men like she had never met before. "Stop it!" she screamed. "Leave me alone!"

But it was too late! Terrified she trembled as the huge St. Bernard lifted his head onto the bed and began sniffing at her shapely calves. She strained to escape, but her struggles did nothing but further the dog's interest as she fought against the nylon bonds that held her legs spread wide apart. She was open and completely vulnerable with no escape left to her.

She shuddered as the dog's long pink tongue lapped at the salt of her sweating skin. The St. Bernard began to nose forward toward the honeyed scent of her soft hair-lined pussy as she fought to break free, lifting her thighs high into the air in a last effort to escape, but it was no use. The dog had discovered the scent he had been searching for and climbed onto the bed completely, drooling his hot saliva onto her thighs as he nosed forward searching for the smell he had found on Phyllis not so long ago. She twisted her pelvis again and the soft velvet fur of her pussy caught the dog's eye and he knew where the hot smell was coming from. Quickly he brought his head to the dark apex of her thighs and sniffed at the warm wet hole. He had found what he had come for.

It was like a dream, unreal and unbelievable. She tried to turn her head, but she was too weak from fighting. It's not real, she thought frantically and closed her eyes to stop the nightmare, knowing that there would be no stopping until the dog had finished with her and left her ravaged body to the mercy of the two leering hoods.

Carl's perverted eyes watched the girl in glee as he held the dog by the leash, controlling its movements. They were both under his control, and he loved it. He watched as the dog pushed at the silken pubic hairs in preparation and felt the growing ache in his swollen testicles as the girl twisted back and forth in agony, trying to escape. She's mine, he thought gleefully as he unconsciously slipped one hand to his groin, trying to relieve the ache that rose to his stubby cock. He forgot that he had to control himself as well, and began to rub the rigid little cock more frantically, bringing it to an ever harder erection as it strained against the confines of his tight ivy league trousers, begging for freedom. The dog would be first to warm her up, but he would be next. He'd fuck her this time, and not shoot his wad of sperm too fast like he had done before. He'd show her. His eyes were glazed with obscene desires as he watched the reddish-brown and white dog sniff at her frightened tightening pussy. He was delighted that she was frightened, especially when the dog nosed at the hot, wet lips of her open, pink cunt. Hang on Baby and wait for the real thing, he thought. Wait until he slips his tongue all the way inside your hot little pussy, then you'll be ready for me. His perverted mind raced with impatient obscenities as he took his swollen cock in his hand and stroked it through the woolen trousers. It won't be long now.

Big fuckin' Carl, Red thought, as he watched from his seat on the dresser. He may be Wade's favorite, but I'm the best fucker. Carl's a nut, him and his runty little cock. Christ, he don't care about the dog fucking her, or even care about seeing her naked pussy staring him in the face. Never seen anyone like him. He just wants to see her scream and cry and beg for mercy. Not me, though. Nope, I want that tight, little pussy wrapped around me. Fuck Carl and his bag. I'll do it my way.

"You turnin' on, Baby?" Red asked her, his face a lewd grin of desire. "Does that big dog with his nose in your cunt make you wanna fuck a real man?"

Red nearly fell off the dresser as his glazed eyes watched the dog suddenly flick out his tongue, part the soft sparse pubic hair, slip wetly along the pink quivering lips of her trembling pussy.

"Yeah, Jocko, make her beg for old Red. Yeah," he urged the licking dog. "Get her ready for your old buddy, Red."

Yeah, she'd be ready, he thought. But ready for him and not for Carl. Carl just wanted to see her suffer, but not Red, no, not Red. He climbed off the dresser and walked to the bed. His sex crazed eyes watched the dog as he cautiously slipped his tongue along the fear trembling lips. He bent and looked at the girl's horrified expression, her hips grinding defensively down into the mattress, then he took one firm breast in his hand and began kneading the pliant flesh slowly as he felt his long cock start to rise in his pants. He saw the long pink tongue lap from the dog's dark mouth and devour the juices that had begun to flow from the helplessly writhing girl's cringing cunt. She was starting to turn on, and he knew it wouldn't be long, because the dog was beginning to grow frantic, like a hungry child. He could smell the growing fire that brewed in her open crotch, defying everything that she thought was right. Red pulled his half-hard cock from his pants and began stroking it. His hand moved slowly as he imagined his own tongue licking the dark dampness between her legs. As soon as that dog was done, he thought. As soon as that bastard's done I'm gonna get mine. Man, she don't want it now, but she will, and then by God, she'll really turn on, no matter what she tells herself. She'll really turn on.