Richard Van Dorne - Ravished wife

Paula had lost sight of the men and the dog. Her head was rolling back and forth as her attention centered on the giant pulsing cock that rammed again and again into her tender, fiery cunt. The ripples of excitement were growing again, trembling through her entire body as her obscene animal passion grew and grew. There was nothing else but the red hot cock that filled her with rigid muscle, a cock that would fill her again and again as so many had in the past and so many would in the future. Her tortured mind was on a psychedelic sex trip that would send her running through hundreds of kennels on all fours, searching for bigger and bigger dogs, trying them all for size; fucking them as hard and as fast as she could. They were purple dogs, red dogs, weird green dogs, all of them with long black teeth and gigantic foot-and-one-half-long cocks driving into her tortured cunt, none of them able to satisfy her completely. She tried to shut out the maniac ramblings of her tormented mind. It was all a dream, a bad dream, but it wouldn't stop. It wouldn't stop until she had fucked the St. Bernard to his last ounce of strength. There was nothing for her at this moment from his gigantic throbbing prick, driving and pummeling her mercilessly, exactly the way she wanted it.

Her passion had won the battle as she raised her hips to meet the smashing thrusts of the great dog, fighting to defeat him, to cum again and again until neither of them could move. Her legs strained at the nylon cords so that she might have more strength to fuck.

"Oooooohhhhh, oooooooohhh, ooooooohhh," she moaned deliriously with each thrust. "Now my Darling doggie, I'm cumming nowwww! Please, more, further, more, more!!"

The muscles seemed to begin exploding as she started to cum, her body jerking high to meet the dog's driving cock. The St. Bernard had come to the end of his endurance and began squealing like a puppy as his sperm shot through his red twitching cock deep into her clasping wet cunt. He was fucking her with a cock twice the size of any normal man's, yet she was dying for more, crying out in short gasps of pain and pleasure as the explosions grew and her orgasm reached its climax hurriedly. She was coming and she would out-fuck him, yes she would do it! She had to do it!

"Aaarrgghhhh," she wailed from deep within her throat as the final whiplash of orgasm reached for her aching pussy and snapped it like a whip. "AAaarrgghhh! I'm CUMMMINNNGGG!!"

As soon as her climax had slapped her into unconsciousness she collapsed back onto the bed, unaware that the dog was still spastically thrusting his quickly deflating cock into her lust-spent pussy.

The St. Bernard didn't know that his last minute was almost over as he continued to screw into the girl, each thrust becoming shorter and shorter as his massive cock shriveled from exhaustion. He pushed at her with all his two hundred pounds, jerking her body back and forth on the mattress like a lifeless ragdoll.

He had done it! Carl Pearson had made her his slave. Now she could no longer laugh at him, he thought as he watched her unconscious form being jerked back and forth on the bed by the dog's driving loins. She had laughed at him and had paid the price of shame and humiliation which she deserved. She had defied him and had defied the mob, but now she could become one of them again. There was nowhere else for her to go. Carl Pearson was the victor. He moved his eyes from her unconscious face to her ravaged crotch where the giant St. Bernard's shriveling prick fought for one more entry into her savagely raped vagina. Finally it fell free and he hovered above the girl's body waiting for the command to get down. He had done his job well, and satisfied his every animal instinct.

But Carl's animal instincts had not been satisfied. He suddenly realized that he had only seconds left. His stuffy cock was throbbing for release as his swollen oversized balls screamed for him to cum. He looked up at the dog hovering over the girl's still body. It was too late to try to move him, and frantically he fumbled with the leash, trying to pull the dog away with one hand, while pulling at his zipper with the other. God, he had to hurry before it was too late. Now, now, he thought, and jumped onto the bed, oblivious to Red who sat beside the girl's head watching with a sardonic grin spread across his rough face. She wasn't done yet, Carl screamed to himself while whimpering out loud. One more triumphant act of degradation and debasement, his piece d'resistance. Yeah, he thought as he pulled the stubby erection from his pants. I'll make her suck it until the juices fill her hot woman mouth. Carl Pearson, woman conquerer, I'll… I'll…

But it was too late! Even as he pulled the short fat cock from his pants the first spurts of cum started to shoot from the vertical slit on the end. He couldn't do it now. He couldn't make her suck him, he thought as tears filled his eyes and rivulets of sperm shot into his palm, covering his hand. No, no, he cried silently as the twitching little cock shot burst after burst of white hot juice into his upraised palm. He had almost made it. He had almost made it! "Oh God," and a sob broke from his tight retching throat. Crying like a baby he got off the bed, staring all the time at the juices in his palm. He had come so close, he thought as he stumbled toward the bathroom. Mommy, I almost did it!

Red snickered to himself as Carl stumbled toward the bathroom, crying. He had seen Carl do the same thing so many times before that he was no longer sorry for him. He says I'm stupid, he thought, but stupid or not, I can fuck any woman, and he can't fuck one. I don't need any of that mean crap to get me hard. All I have to do is look at a tight little pussy in pants and I get turned on. But this baby, he thought, looking at Paula's unconscious form beside him. This Baby don't have no pants on at all. She's got nothing on, just ready and willin' for ol' Red, and by God, I'm gonna have some of that pussy. I've never seen one fuck like her, and I'm gonna get me a big piece of it.

He still massaged his massive prick as it stuck out from his pants. Everyone had his turn, and now Red would get his, he thought as he reached over and pulled at the girl's upraised breast.

"Come on, bitch," he said softly, proud of himself for being the last one left. "It's old Red's turn to get some of your action. Now come on and wake up, Goddamn it. A whore's never got time to sleep, you know that!"

Paula didn't move and he slipped his fingers to the soft bud of her nipple and pinched it hard, thinking it would revive her.

"Come on, Goddamnit!" he snarled. "Nap time is over!"

Slowly Paula rolled her head toward him and opened her eyes, trying to focus on where she was and what she saw. He was kneeling on the bed and she could see the red pulsing tip of his cock as it hovered near her head. She could feel the burning pain of his fingers as he pinched her tender breasts. No, it wasn't the dog.

It was… Red! Big hairy Red!

She forced herself to focus on the waving head of his massive prick in front of her eyes and realized that he wasn't through with her yet, that he had something else for her to do.

"Please," she whimpered in her mental agony. "Leave me alone. Haven't you done enough?"

Red said nothing, but inched his throbbing prick forward toward her red lipsticked mouth.

Instead of accepting his massive, jerking organ, she cried in anguish and pulled with her last bit of strength at the nylon cords.

"Come 'ere," he snarled at her, frightening her by the roughness in his voice.

She knew that he meant business, that there was no escaping. Carl had already degraded and humiliated her more than she had thought possible, and now, Red! Red was going to make her suck his own pulsating penis. She fought with herself in anguish, not knowing what to do, not knowing what she wanted.