Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

Paul gaped at the erotic, narcissistic scene of his own wife encased in the glass cube in awe. His loins still throbbed from the delivery the little Moroccan girl had administered. His table had been carried away, his slaves gone, and now another… a long raven-haired Italian beauty nestled beside him, fondling his flaccid cock, biting at his ear, endeavoring to work his hand into her cunt. But he was beside himself, staring at his very own wife performing in the lewdest of manners before the depraved, lusting audience… and there seemed to be nothing he could do!

In the back of his erotically fogged brain, he thanked God that he had at least shown intelligence enough to carry through with his hunch. And even as he thought these things, and the Italian lovely reached down to engulf his testicles in her soft, delicate, warm palm, he stared unbelievingly at the licentious performance of his beautiful Janet… thinking, Oh Christ, if only I can make love to her once again…!

Janet, gazing smokily in the mirrors, watched herself slowly insert a middle finger into the sparkling pink of her cunt-flesh, stroking the tiny, erect clitoris. Eventually, she let all of her fingers play there in the opening within the flushed edges of her contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. She slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated folds. Her legs, she jack-knifed back, knees against her breasts as the soft, rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the inquiring finger. Her facial muscles tightened and she entertained two more fingers with the first, clenching her teeth, pushing all three in between the wet, hungry lips. She heard and saw them disappear with a soft, sucking sound, and a quiet moan of pleasure arose from her lips.

Shit! I don't care now! I really don't care! She had become possessed with her own body. It was beautiful, and she saw that her teeth were clenched as she writhed beneath her own thrusting fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm brought grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as her fingers sunk tight into the pink, viscous opening, making wet sucking noises as she withdrew them to push them in once more.

She knew that she flushed… straining for climax. She groaned in frustration as her fingers thrust harder and deeper. But they were not enough. Desperately, she realized they were not enough! Her head lolled from side to side on the pillow, her long blonde hair flying wildly at her inability to bring herself to orgasm. Yet, she continued to hammer into herself, her hand beating an insane staccato against the spread, straining buttocks, her groans and grunts faster and louder with each passing second. Suddenly, Vailante leaped onto the bed!

Janet came back to reality as she saw him. She had moved too much, excited him, and now he was coming to do what he had done to Erabas… Oh God, Leduc had warned her…! A shudder of horror rippled through her and she jerked the back of her masturbating hand to her mouth to keep from screaming and taunting him further. She moved to lower her legs and roll from the bed, but Vailante stood with bared teeth, growling viciously in warning. She froze… her thighs still spread and with knees still drawn up to her breasts. She didn't dare move as the massive beast growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.

Dear God, I've made a terrible mistake! I thought… Oh God, please help me? Don't let this beast tear me apart as he did Erabas…!

Then, Vailante lowered his head to Janet's hair-covered crotch and began sniffing it familiarly. His great tail wagged and trembled as his trained brain remembered pleasures that snuffed away more recent commands. Instincts prevailed. A bitch in heat! Janet moaned in half-terror as the cold nose suddenly rubbed wetly against her tiny cringing anus. She watched him in the mirrors, rolling her head to every angle for assurance of his movements.

Dear God, Jesus!

His tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her snug little rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.

Momentarily, she decided to try and squirm away, but the beast raised his head and growled warningly again as he began greedily to lap the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly closed little anus up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the tiny erotic bud of her woman-hood atop her pubic mound. His thick tongue spread through the soft, fleece-covered swelling like a keen blade through buttery-flesh. It slaved relentlessly between her wide-split legs, pausing only sporadically to lunge in a curl deeply into her. She spasmed convulsively as she writhed under the masterful beast's tongue, lapping and sniffing at her loins.

And then, no longer was she frightened. God, she didn't care! Soft mewls of delight erupted from her and suddenly, she placed her hands on the dog's ears bravely, and with a deep animalistic groan, kicked her legs back over her head, pulling his nose forward into her wet, throbbing vagina. His great tongue shot up the moist channel like an attacking lizard, ravishing her up-thrust crotch mercilessly. Abruptly, wild, babbling half-shrieks began to stream crazily from her lips; pleading and encouraging the dumb beast salivating between the writhing, upturned buttocks. He worked like the vicious animal he was, the primeval lust of the wild motivating him.

Paul stared at the lewd exhibition in unblinking, fascinated horror. Christ, could this be his lovely young bride? Was it possible? He mumbled something incoherently as the lovely Italian girl continued to stroke his member that was once again rock-hard from her tantalizing ministrations and the obscene spectacle of his wife and the animal taking place before him. And as he stared in disbelief, he saw the dog lift his head from the pleading Janet's crotch to nose her over onto her stomach in servile surrender, her fear and resistance of moments before seemingly gone under the maddening tongue lapping lasciviously at her pussy without the slightest mercy. She was completely enslaved by the huge beast panting over her, her trembling body spread-eagled, face down on the bed. Then, the huge head lowered once more, the thick tongue slithering into the exposed crevice between the young wife's smooth-white buttocks.

Paul gulped aloud, not looking at his companion as the beautiful girl took his hand and insinuated it between the moist lips of her own pulsating cunt, but rather did he stare unbelievably as Janet twisted her buttocks back toward the dog lasciviously, reaching with her small hands to spread the cheeks of her buttocks and give full access to the tiny, coral-hued anus. He watched mesmerized as the tongue lashed her for another lengthy, avid moment, and he felt his own desire building up in his sac once more.

The specially bred mastiff had begun to nuzzle under Janet's lust paralyzed crotch, pushing his colossal head between her pelvis and the mattress. Paul's eyes widened in astonished shock as the head lifted in an almost trained ritual, raising his wife's buttocks. Good Christ! What he wanted was plain enough to see… and Janet was kneeling up obediently, elevating her spread buttocks, bending before the great brute in abject surrender.

"Goddamn! He's tongued her to defeat!" Paul blurted aloud. "He's driving her half out of her mind licking her cunt like that!"

The girl beside him said something to Italian as she began to grind her own gaping cunt against his hand and simultaneously stroke and massage his aching cock more vigorously.

But Paul was still too engrossed with the incredulous rammish attack on his defenseless wife taking place only a few feet away from him. God almighty! Why didn't the police come? He couldn't wait much longer without showing his hand, else Janet would be… Jesus Christ! She was on all fours and the animal was mounting the spread moons of her buttocks, paws wrapping around her waist as if she were another bitch of his breed, and he could see the glistening, scarlet penis slipping from its huge sheath, dripping freely; the tapered point jerked and danced in the hot, wet slit as the brute quivered and lurched, endeavoring to bury the pink, lean tip and the thickening shaft into her body.