Richard Van Dorne - Ravished wife

"You really think you're hot stuff, don'cha? You think because you fucked that lousy dog half to death that you're the greatest little piece of ass in the world. Christ, you whore, you're nothin' but what I say you are. Any bitch who could enjoy an animal's cock like you do doesn't deserve anything but what she's told to deserve!"

Paula could see that he was angry with her, but his voice was more mocking than angry. Everything he had said was true. She had fucked the dog twice, and worse yet, she had enjoyed every inch of the foot-long animal cock as it had pummeled her so viciously. He was right, she was nothing but a whore, and would always be nothing but a whore! How could she ever forgive herself?

"Yeah," Red sneered at her. "I'm right and you know it. You gave that dog every fucking thing you could, and now, Godamnit, it's my turn and you won't say no!"

Suddenly he grabbed her head and pulled it toward his throbbing cock.

"That's it, Baby!" he whispered. "That's what you're gonna suck."

Paula pulled away from his grip and strained at the cords.

"Bitch!" he howled and pulled her hard, nearly yanking her hair from her head. She could feel the searing pain run through her scalp as his thick, strong hands held her firmly.

"Nooo, please," she wailed.

Hearing the girl's cry, the St. Bernard looked up and whined. She was his and he didn't want to see her hurt, but Red was his master, and the decision was too much for the dog to make. He couldn't choose between the two. Instead of acting, he bent down and continued licking his deflated cock, soothing the harsh soreness she had given him by fucking him so hard.

"What'sa matter, Jocko," Red asked the dog in his friendliest voice. "Don't cha know who's boss around here?"

The St. Bernard looked up questioningly.

"Come 'ere, big dog," he commanded.

Eagerly the St. Bernard got to his feet and walked to his master. He paused when Red pointed to the girl's dark furry triangle, and turned his head to sniff the still hot scent of his sperm mixed with her juices. Vaguely his animal memory recalled the wild fucking that he had had from her fiery vagina, and he nuzzled close to the hair-lined lips of her pussy trying to recall the sensation.

"Maybe he wants some more," Red quipped. "You gave him the real treatment."

"Please, Red, stop," she sobbed as tears filled her eyes. She could never forget what she had done with the dog, the fantastic wild sexual passion. Never again could she be the same. But… "Please, Red, I'll do anything you say. Just make him stop."

Red looked at her, pleasure spreading across his face. Now he knew what Carl felt when the girls begged him. It did feel good, in fact, it felt great. He, too, had become a master, able to make beautiful women do as he wished. He looked at the girl, and shooed the dog away, slipping one hand at the same time back to his throbbing penis. Yeah, he was a king now, and she knew it. He continued stroking the swollen organ. For once in his life he knew what power was, and he was enjoying it.

"OK, Baby, we'll even make things comfortable for you, if you're good."

"Please, Red," she begged, looking at the bonds that held her tightly, cutting into her wrists and ankles.

"Sure, Baby, sure, but first we'd better get something straight."

"Red, really, I'll do anything you say, anything just untie me."

"Fine, as soon as you tell me you'll suck me off."

Paula couldn't believe her ears. He wasn't going to treat her any better than Carl had. How vulgar, how ugly. Hadn't they had enough after watching her being mercilessly ravished by the dog? Why did he have to say that, why did he have to be so cruel?

"O.K.," she murmured, in hopeless defeat. There was nothing else she could do.

"What," he said, putting his free hand to his ear.

"I said, O.K.," she whispered.

"That's not what I mean, bitch," he growled. "You're gonna suck me off, then we're gonna fuck. Now Goddamn it… say it like you mean it!"

"Ohhh…" she started, but controlled herself. "I'm-I'm going to suck your cock, then we're going to fuck," she whimpered hoarsely.

"Right!" he said gleefully in triumph.

Paula looked at him with disgust but said nothing.

"O.K., Baby," he said as he began to untie the nylon cords. "I'll do anything, you say. If you wanna suck me off and then let me fuck you, I'll be glad to."

Red hummed to himself as he quickly untied the knots. Yeah, he thought, she's my slave and I'll do what I want. If she's as good at suckin' as she is at fuckin', I'm gonna have a ball.

"How's 'at," he said proudly as he undid the last nylon cord.

Paula didn't answer as she sat up. Her ankles and wrists burned from the terrible pain where the cord had cut through her skin. Slowly she started to get up, but as she did, Red's heavy hand pushed down on her shoulder and she obeyed the pressure and got to her knees.

"That's better," he murmured. "You'll have a better shot at it from down there. I hope your mouth's big enough."

He grasped her hair in his hands and pulled her head to the rubbery head of his swollen cock, probing her half open mouth with the wet tip.

"Come on, Baby," he said obscenely. "You're about to earn your freedom."

His massive hands moved her unwilling head from side to side, making the drops of hot sperm smear across her lips. She didn't want to do it, but what else was left. She had suffered the worst possible humiliation and felt that she wasn't worth anything, anyway.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned between her teeth as the fiery tip pressed against her lips and she started to part them.

"Let's see ya do it like ya did it to Sammy," he ordered.

Poor Sammy, she thought as she hesitantly opened her mouth and allowed the first half inch of smooth raw flesh to enter her tender passage. Slowly she opened wider as he pushed his hips forward until almost three inches of the throbbing cock rested in her mouth, teasing her hard wet tongue.

"Hot, isn't it," Red said eagerly, his breath becoming short. "I'll bet you haven't sucked one like that in a long time."

It was hot, she thought. It burned with the fires of hell from deep within his groin. The rigid shaft pulsed in her mouth, rising and falling spasmodically as it twitched against her tongue. She looked at the black curly hairs that surrounded the base of the massive pulsing prick and closed her eyes. Suddenly she was in a different world, it was no longer contained in the burning fires of hell. Instead it contained the relaxing heat of a sauna bath, soothing the insides of her wet mouth and moistening it with the white burning liquids that leaked from the slit on the end of the fleshy probing instrument. The taste and warmth suddenly became like hot milk to Paula, hot milk that she needed to warm her insides and nourish her ravaged body. She sucked at it harder to draw more juices, but for the moment they seemed to have stopped. She could feel the massive throbbing cock pulsing against the back of her throat and started curling her tongue, massaging the underside of the rigid shaft. It was growing harder and hotter and she could feel the warm milk coming again from the tip, flowing in small rivulets down the hot confines of her eager hungry throat. She pulled her head away slightly and grasped the huge cock with her hands, rubbing and stroking it, trying to milk it like a cow, forcing the hot juices into her mouth. She needed that milk, she needed it.

Red could hardly control himself against the girl's sucking mouth. She was fantastic, better than he had ever expected. He felt her tugging at his pantleg trying to get a good grip so she could move her head back and forth along the lust-maddened cock. Her head bobbed slowly at first, her mouth sucking each time she moved. It was driving him crazy with passion, excited to the point where he had no control. Whatever she did was all right, whatever way she wanted to suck or fuck him was all right.