Jon Reskind - The abducted bride

"Oh, yes," she panted, even at the pain, "keep it up, keep it up."

He pulled it out almost to the tip of the blood-filled head so that the audience could see the giant inflated testicles ready to explode. It was apparent to them now that he was just holding it back to torment the squirming impaled girl longer. This was part of his pleasure, this was his ultimate reward.

He reached down and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart beginning to drive his pelvis into her soft yielding buttocks with hard vicious smacks that resounded through the room. His sweating face dripped onto her lovely hollowing back making it glisten in the light over the bed. His breath came in short puffing gasps like a runner, his eyes locked down on the whiteness of her quivering body that slipped over his plunging cock like a tight fitting glove. He had lost control of himself as he felt his cock growing like a tire inflating. His balls hung heavy from the sperm building there and they had to be emptied soon or burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure.

Jean mumbled incoherently beneath his pounding hips behind her. She waved her ass salaciously back against his eager thrusts. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to shoot his great wad of sperm deep into her belly. She wanted him to split her open and drown her in its loveliness. She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her ass and there was no longer any pain, only a feeling of being filled, filled as she had never been before. Her shoulders dropped to the mattress so that her ass was now sticking high up in the air and the great plunging cock could fuck her at will. Her eyes gazed at the side and a hazy figure came into focus for a moment. Was it Kevin? No, the thought that she had been fooled before drifted crazily through her mind. He was gone, gone forever. There was nothing now but this great fleshy mass filling her with pleasure and pain and the pain was pleasure too. She ground happily back against it as she felt it throb into a hugeness that could mean only one beautiful thing.

He was going to cum! Kevin numbly watched the dwarf throw his head back and groan as he thrust the cock's full expanded length into his wife's full stretched rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands pulling at her flesh like the talons of a hungry hawk. He screamed, uttering strange crazy sounds that mixed wildly with the obscene insults he hurled spitefully at Kevin's vanquished bride writhing on her knees beneath him.

"Ohhh, baby, ooohhh daddy's coming you little fucking bitch, oh, yes. Screw back! Screw back!"

Jean, beneath his pounding body felt the first delicious waves of the hot white liquid creaming into the depths of her rectum. It ran through her body like the first warning shock waves of a great tidal eruption, smacking into her belly and rebounding around like a great licking tongue sunk deep inside her. She screamed her own release at the same time as it gushed from her open cunt, drenching the dwarfs hairy balls pressed tightly against the spewing opening. His cum ran down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks and they mingled together in a single stream of thick viscous fluid, attesting to the animal joy of their unnatural coupling.

Gamal's revenge was complete as the dwarf pulled his wet shining cock from the still kneeling girls forever expanded rectum. This would teach this bastard this bastard American to burst in on him when he was just beginning to enjoy himself. He reached over and put his hand under Kevin's unresisting chin and turned his face toward him. "I shall take her next in the privacy of my own quarters. I think my little friend has broken her in to my liking. I want to finish her education my way. I am not so gentle and understanding." His beady evil little eyes gleamed at the helpless resignation in Kevin's look.

Tears still trailed down his cheeks from the humiliation of watching his lovely young wife ravished cruelly before him and even participating in her own humiliation. She did all this without even recognizing him. His spirit was completely crushed by the horrible experience and he made no move to resist when he was led from the room. He did not even look back at the bed where Jean was just beginning to stir again. There was nothing left for them. He would take the first plane home tomorrow.

There was nothing else he could do for her or himself. She had found her place. Now he had to go home and find his in this rotten world if he could. He had never felt so lost and useless in his entire life.

He was accompanied to the front door by several of Gamal's men and with his hands still bound tightly behind his back put in the back seat of a long black limousine and driven in a round about way back to his hotel. No one spoke a word until the car pulled up at the curb and his hands had been released.

"Monsieur Gamal said to give you this," the thick dark man sitting next to him in the back seat said handing him a manila envelope. "You will have need of it when you return to the States."

Without speaking, Kevin automatically reached for the packet and placed it in his inside coat pocket as he stepped from the car. He stood for a solitary moment watching it pull away from the curb and enter the heavy stream of traffic still flowing along the wide boulevard even at this late hour.

There goes my last chance of ever finding Jean, he thought dryly as it disappeared into the blinding cover of the oncoming sea of headlights a block down the street. He half walked, half staggered to the door of the hotel, too tired and emotionally upset to feel or do anything right now. He would worry about it tomorrow when his senses returned and then do something – if there was anything to be done. He had a lot of thinking to do before that plane left tomorrow afternoon.

Kevin awoke the next morning to the loud medley of traffic and street vendor sounds that carried up through his window from the street five storys below. His head felt as though a pile-driver were crushing down on it and the thick cotton taste in his mouth almost nauseated him. He groaned, and sat up in bed, blinking his eyes at the full bright rays of sun that trickled in through the breeze fluttering curtains.

It was a short moment before he could recall where he was and what he was doing in this strange European looking room that had the washbasin right out in the open next to the bed. Then, slowly the entire sordid nightmare of the night before flickered back through his fogged mind. He groaned aloud and fell back to the pillow as the horrid vision of Jean's body squirming down on her knees in front of that dwarf who had sodomized her mercilessly bored itself deep in his brain. He clenched his fists tightly together until the whites of his knuckles showed as he recalled the ecstatic abandoned look of joy on her face as she had let herself be screwed like a common whore in front of all those people. And she had been loving it. He tried to the best of his ability to understand, to make himself understand and find an excuse for her, but there could be none. He had seen her. He had seen her doing it, not once, but twice if he included the fat Arab that had been licking her in that room when he had walked in unexpectedly. Monique had said the girl was there for some unusual kicks and she had no reason to lie to him, plus she did not even know it was Jean until they entered the room. She had just been told by that Arab Gamal that it was some American girl who wanted to taste the seamier side of French night-life. It was just by their accidental rummaging around through the place that they had burst in on those two.

Well, she had certainly tasted it and in first class style. He wondered how many others present at that little gathering had tried it too after he had been sent away from the place. Jean had looked like she might be in the mood to show half the room a good time. It was just strange that he had never recognized the nymphomaniac streak in her before or that it had never shown itself during some of their sessions in the back seat of his car when they had been dating or at least back in the hotel room in Paris where she had screamed so convincingly at his advances.