Jon Reskind - The abducted bride

The dwarf moved close to him, his grinning mouth a few inches from his ear. "I understand she is very young and tender, my friend. They are my favorite kind. Pierre will show her what a lover is like. You know you must treat them as dirt or they will not respect you. Have you done that to her?" He reached up and pulled Kevin's ear in a teasing manner that was pleasing to the crowd. Snickers of amusement raced through Kevin's ears above the taunting voice of the dwarf. He could not believe this was happening. It was a nightmare and he would awaken soon and Jean would be lying peacefully next to him in bed. That was the way it had to be. This couldn't be real, things didn't happen this way in the civilized world.

The hissing face of the taunting deformed little creature moved closer to Kevin's, his foul breath nauseating him.

"Have you ever fucked your wife in the ass, my friend?" the dwarf raised his voice so that the crowd could hear him better. Kevin's desperate shout came through the gag as a mumble, his eyes flashed hate at the taunting face. Gamal was almost rolling in laughter next to him, tears streaming from his eyes as the teasing continued. "No, you wouldn't, not you. I can tell, you have absolutely no imagination. I must teach you things about controlling a woman," he laughed, turning his short over developed body toward the bed. "Bring me the little cunt. I think lesson number one should begin."

With this, the side door through which the dwarf had appeared, opened again. An attendant came into view, leading Jean by the hand behind him. Kevin was startled into immobility. He froze, unable to move, his eyes bulging from their sockets like fisheyes. He watched his wife being led unresisting toward the dwarf and the bed like a lamb to the slaughter and he could not help. Tears began to stream from his eyes and he strained against the ropes, but it was hopeless. They had made certain he could not interfere.

He tried to close his eyes as the attendant stripped the robe from her, exposing her luscious naked body beneath it. He moaned as he saw the horrible little dwarf reach up, his hands high above his head, and knead her full exposed tits with his gnarled little fingers. He waited for Jean's scream. None came. Instead, her mouth dropped open in a dazed rapture. She looked as though she was hardly conscious and yet she moved. Her eyelids appeared heavy and her eyes glassy, a slight mewl escaped from her lips as the dwarf pinched the nipples hard and moved his head forward. His face was even with her smooth white belly and his tongue snaked out and teased into her navel, bringing another mewl from her open mouth Kevin watched in transfixed horror as the slobbering lips traced a path down the smooth flat plane to the soft pubic hair guarding her secret parts. The dwarf's hands dropped and placing a thumb on either side of the fleshly lips of her cunt, he pulled them gently apart. The great slobbering tongue leapt forward burying itself in the exposed slit with a wet sluicing sound.

Kevin could not believe the sight before him. Instead of fighting with all her strength against these humiliating acts, his wife had instantly turned into a groaning mass of passion. She moved her feet far apart on the floor like a native dancer and tangled her hands in the dwarfs hair pulling his face tight into her crotch. She ground her hips sensuously in time to the darting tongue that probed hotly up into her wide split pussy. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open in undisguised ecstasy.

It couldn't be Jean! It couldn't be the young virginal bride he had just married several days ago!

Kevin's mind whirled in utter confusion as his eyes remained glued to the lewd spectacle taking place in front of him. Monique's words drifted hauntingly back to him – American girl – wants to try it – frustrated – God! – is that what happened? She couldn't be here of her own free will, she just couldn't. Something was wrong. Something was wrong! The words screamed through his tortured mind. Monique couldn't be right, she just couldn't!

The scene belied his thoughts. It was Jean. It was his bride of a few days but not the one he knew, not the cold frigid girl he had wrestled with in the back seat of cars so many centuries ago. This was a new creature, one that he did not know. She was goading the deformed little man on with her hands and pumping hips like a nymphomaniac gone wild. Her muscles strained under the tightness of her skin and Kevin could sec the cords of her inner thighs standing out like taunt ropes ready to snap against the pressure as she thrust her pelvis forward again and again against the munching face buried deep into her already throbbing cunt.

"You see, my young friend, she does not need your assistance. She does well by herself," Gamal's amused voice spoke beside him. "Relax and enjoy the show. Your bride has just begun to exhibit her talents."

Kevin's resistance was crushed. He had fought with all his strength against the ropes holding him to the chair. He had wanted to tear the vicious little animal attacking his wife to pieces, but it was now she who was attacking. She had pushed the dwarf back to the bed, still holding his face tightly between her crotch and sat full down on it with her squirming buttocks. She was straddling the whipping tongue, grinding his head back down into the mattress until it was only half visible, his hair protruding bushily from between her full thighs, his legs kicking back toward the edge of the bed to catch his breath. It was she who was doing the ravishing, animal grunts of lust coming in torrents from her lips. It was obvious to the crowd, half of whom were now stripped of their clothing, that she was racing for a climax already, her body completely out of control.

The dwarf was helpless in her desperate grip. He was trying with all his strength to throw her from his suffocating body but to no avail. He would have choked in another second had not helpful hands from the assistants pulled the jerking girl's body from him. She screamed in protest, her legs kicking futilely out into the empty air.

He sat up choking and sputtering, his face beet red from the lack of air. "Turn her over, turn her over," he half shouted, "I'll show the fucking bitch who's master here."

His face was blue with rage. He had lost control of the situation. The crowd was laughing at him and too many crowds had laughed at him. He had to show them. He had to make this bitch scream and scream good.

Kevin sickened, as he watched Jean's flailing body twisted about on the bed until she was lying flat on her stomach. Her belly ground into the mattress still striving hopelessly for the near orgasm just out of reach.

The dwarf took her by the ankles and spread her long slim legs wide apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full thighs and spread the cheeks of her ass with his hands. From Kevin's position, he could see clearly the tiny tight ass hole nestled in the crevice. He thought he could see it throbbing as it anticipated the dwarfs next move. His hand ran up the inside of her thigh all the way to the wetness of his wife's open cunt and his head dropped to kiss the smooth oval ass cheeks, his tongue trailing down to lick the crevice between then.

Kevin could see the skin straining around the hole as the thumbs of the dwarf pulled at the flesh around it. His fingers probed at the puckered little red inlet like teasing needles. His wife groaned beneath him.

"Spread 'em wider," the dwarf commanded.

Jean's legs opened until her toes were hanging over the rounded edges of the bed behind her. They were almost at right angles with her body. Kevin thought she would split. The dwarfs finger probed and he could hear her groan as it entered. She jumped forward slightly from the unexpected pain, her mouth wincing in unheeded protest. She strained back at the intruding finger as the rubbery flesh closed over it in forced acceptance. A flicker of surprised pleasure passed over her face as it dug to the first knuckle.