Richard Van Dorne - Ravished wife

It didn't matter what Wade had said about fucking the girl. Every time he watched the St. Bernard start licking a girl he could hardly control himself. Eagerly as he continued stroking his rigid cock he leaned forward and watched the dog as it lapped up the juices that were flowing like a river from the hair-lined lips of her cunt. God, she don't want to, but she's really turning on, he thought as he saw the pink bud of her clitoris standing taut, luxuriating in the long, hard lapping of the excited dog's tongue. Man, if I had a tongue like that, he thought, no bitch in the world could turn me down. Not one! Dogs had the advantage of the long rough tongue, but old Red could still do better he thought, as he looked up at Carl, his eyes glued to the girl's contorted face.

Paula clenched her teeth as tight as she could. She couldn't fight any longer but she had to resist. Her throat was tight with fear and humiliation as she tried to commit mental suicide. Nothing could be so bad, so perverted, yet here she was. Her eyes burned from the salt of her sweat, but her hands couldn't reach to wipe them clear. She strained again against the nylon cords, but it was no use, her physical strength to resist was practically gone.

Oh, God, she thought as she felt the panting dog's hot breath burning against the tender flesh of her wide-spread thighs. The hot tongue ran roughly against the quivering pink lips, brushing against the tiny bud of her clitoris, forcing it to respond. No man can do it, her tortured mind screamed. How can a beast like this make me so hard? Only Sammy could do that, not the dog, Goddamnit, not the dog! The harder she tried to resist, the harder the little bud became, growing with each rough brush of the St. Bernard's animal tongue. For God's sake, don't bite me, don't bite me! her mind whirled crazily. He would ruin her if he bit, and then what use could she be to herself or Sammy. She waited, her jaws clamped tightly shut, but instead of the huge canine teeth tearing at the erect little bud, a soft rising pleasure began to kindle in her loins. The long pink tongue continued to lick at her trembling slit until the quivering flesh of her hair-lined pussy began to involuntarily fill with warm flowing desire.

Her jaw released its pressure as her body began to submit to the perverted desire. Her arms and legs stopped straining at their bonds and relaxed, letting her body nuzzle slowly into the softness of her mattress. Her hips stopped fighting and slowly lowered themselves into the softness, followed by the drooling pink tongue of the dog, lapping at the quivering slit. Paula gasped as the rough wet tongue suddenly slipped inside the soft tight flesh of her aching vagina and sunk far down into the liquid depths, tasting the long awaited juices that boiled inside her. She couldn't resist, and relaxed slightly, allowing the tongue to thrust further inside the soft, quivering lips, lapping at the clasping hot, wet walls of her vagina and turning constricted circles inside. The giant dog was teasing the hot dark confines of her pussy, forcing it to submit. She wanted to fight it, but her breath was beginning to come in short gasps and she opened her mouth and sighed while she tried to moisten her dry hungry mouth.

There seemed to be no escape from the burning desires that built inside her, but she knew that she had to get away. Even in her half-conscious state of sexual excitement, she realized that she had to stop the dog, or she would no longer be able to control herself. What if Sammy saw her? What if he knew that deep inside her burning body the desire was building; desire created by an oversexed beast that was bringing her closer to climax with every wet, teasing lick of his long pink tongue. How could she face him if she succumbed to the pressure of the hot lapping tongue and ended the beastial scene in climax, cumming like an animal and filling her burning pussy with the white hot juices of climax. She would be no better than an animal, a wild bitch in heat with no human compassion whatever.

It was her body that was responding, she wanted to think. It was only the pure physical response, a response that she couldn't control. There was no shame in that, no shame in having a healthy sexual body that could respond to stimulation, but one side of her mind had already told her differently. It wasn't her body alone that wanted to be fucked. It was her own mind that drank the pleasures of the dog's tongue. She wanted it to continue because she liked it. She LIKED IT! No, no! She couldn't! she screamed silently as she looked helplessly down between her upraised breasts and watched the dog bury his nose in the dark fur between her legs. Make him stop, all of you. For God's sake make him stop before it's too late, but deep down she knew that even now it was too late as she looked pleadingly into the lust-crazed eyes of her two captors. It was too late!

"Yeah, Baby, yeah," Red hissed through his yellowed teeth. "Get with it, Baby. You know how good it is."

Red, still sitting on the side of the bed leaned over and bit her nipple as the dog continued to sink his tongue into the trembling pink flesh of her aching pussy.

"How's that?" Red asked. "Jocko'd bite ya harder, but what the hell, little bitch, you don't wanna be bit, do ya. No, Baby, you want that long red cock of his shoved as far into your cunt as itll go, don't ya." Red hung his head over hers and bent to kiss her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Paula didn't respond at all, not feeling anything but the long wet tongue licking the clasping walls of her quivering cunt. The St. Bernard shoved his nose harder against the hot wet opening, pushing the tip into the trembling dark hole. He sniffed hard and long, trying to drag the honeyed, hot smell deep into his lungs. "Yeah don't that feel good," Red sneered at her. "When he takes his nose out and stuffs his prick into your pussy you're gonna scream like hell. Why, shit, he's bigger than any customer you ever had."

Red crushed his mouth against her full lips again and sucked at her tongue, but she suddenly became aware of him and wouldn't do as he wanted.

"The tongue, bitch," he commanded. "Give me your tongue, just like the dog."

Slowly she obeyed, letting him take her tender wet tongue into his mouth. It was just like a cunt, he thought, as he sucked at it, pulling deep into his throat and sucking harder all the time. He wanted to tease and torment her until she would beg them to stop, but the real show was between her legs, and he stopped sucking and started to watch the big dog as he too was being overcome by obscene desire.

Carl watched her fear-contorted face as Red lifted his mouth from hers. He knew that the girl couldn't suffer much more of the indignities and still fight her own rising desires. The lusty hot smell from between her legs incited Carl as well as the St. Bernard. The huge dog wanted to lick the never-ending well of hot juices dry, and started lapping furiously. She was a bitch ready for fucking and he would give her everything his animal instinct had. Carl could see the dog was ready as he bent forward to see the rigid shaft pointing forward from the beast's hairy belly, banging like a giant spear, twitching and throbbing with lust as it waited for the command to sink its massive head into the dark wet hole where his tongue now intruded.

But Carl wouldn't give the command, not yet. He knew that Paula was near the breaking point, that she was responding physically and mentally to the tongue's probings. It was only a matter of moments until she would beg for the big cock, and then he would give the order to the St. Bernard; the order to drive his pulsing cock deep into her vulnerable hot pussy like a battering ram until she shrieked with pain. Christ, it'd hurt her, but she deserved it. She deserved to be fucked by a dog, fucked until there was nothing left of her proud bitch-like pride. Yeah, he thought, the dog'll hump her hot little pussy until she passes out, and he'd make sure that Jocko wouldn't stop until he gave the order. With all that cock he would tear the walls of her cunt apart. That'd teach her, that'd teach her just like he had taught so many other women who had laughed at him. They could laugh all they wanted, but Carl would always have the last laugh.