Desmond Lowell - Sex orgy with animals

Mabel kneeled before Niles' dripping cock, his pearly-white scum dribbling unheeded from her lips. Her eyes held a strange, glazed expression. It was as if Niles' sperm were reacting on her like a powerful, narcotic drug. "Niles…" she begged in choked, husky tones, "give me the strap, please."

"What?"

"Give me the strap," she implored, "let me whip Betsy now! Please, Niles! You're exhausted now. I can see your arm is practically numb with fatigue. I can punish her better than you can now!"

"I-I don't think…" Niles began uncertainly.

"Hand her the strap," Betsy begged, "let her abuse me any way she likes. Oh Niles, savage, cruel punishment is my only hope. I've been to psychiatrists… I've sought out professional help… nothing seems to make any difference. Punishment – horrible, vicious punishment is my last hope!"

Half-unwillingly, Niles surrendered the strap to Mabel's eager hands. She seemed possessed by an unholy passion as she forced Betsy once more to display her ass. Mabel literally shook and trembled with zeal as she plied the murderous leather back and forth across Betsy's cringing back, buttocks, and thighs.

After a moment, though, Mabel caught Niles' eye. "Come here, Niles," she whispered as she continued to slam the strap against her friend's welt-ravaged back. Grudgingly, Niles obeyed. At this point, the effects of the alcohol were commencing to wear off and he was no longer sure that punishment was the cure for whatever ailed Betsy…

As soon as Niles drew near, Mabel whispered in his ear, "Let me handle your cock, Niles. Let me fondle your dick while I torment Betsy. It will give me the strength I need…" She did not wait for his response. Now, as her right arm slashed Betsy's ass and thighs with even greater fury than before, Mabel's left hand was busy caressing Niles' dick… squeezing out the final remnants of his come… mauling and squashing the blueberry rod of coarsely-veined meat in her well manicured fingers.

Now Mabel's blood-red fingernails were embedded in Niles' balls. Drawing him closer to her, she whispered, "I have an excellent idea, Niles! Betsy is our slave now. With her hands tied behind her back like that, she's practically powerless to resist us. Why don't you punish her in front while I torment her from behind?"

"How do you mean?" Niles inquired, regarding her doubtfully. He had never seen a woman so possessed with the urge to punish… to vilify by the foulest means possible. There was something terrifying about the cruel fires that blazed smokily behind Mabel's lovely, catlike eyes.

"Piss in her face!" Mabel hissed in his ear, "treat her like a common piece of shit. It's the only thing she understands!"

As it so happened, Niles' bladder was near to bursting at that point. He had not urinated since sometime that morning, and it was now evening. The tensions that had been building in him ever since the anonymous phone call came through had banished everything but Betsy from his mind. He was more than ready to go now. Yes, Mabel's suggestion was a good one. It would kill two birds with one stone…

He walked around to where Betsy was half-doubled forward, cringing under the impact of Mabel's vicious lash. Niles' cock was still dangling out of his fly. No longer erect, it was a huge, semi-flaccid rod of red, rubbery flesh. As soon as Betsy saw Niles' organ squirming lasciviously only a few inches from her face, like an obscene worm, she cried, "Oh Niles, are you going to let me suck your prick now? Oh darling, it's more than I deserve…"

Niles let fly. The thick stream of steaming, amber piss struck Betsy in the face with a force that made her gasp! Niles played the stream expertly over her features, flooding her mouth, her nose, her eyes, then bathing her titties in the noxious yellow fluid.

"Oh Niles!" Betsy gurgled, unable to breathe, unable to see as the hot liquid inundated her features, "I never thought you'd… uuuuggghh!"

Her words died in mid-sentence as her husband vengefully slammed the piss-spurting shaft between Betsy's flared lips and held it there… the foul liquid filling up her mouth, draining into her throat, regurgitating from her gullet into her nose and cascading from her nostrils down over her lips and chin!

Vengefully, Niles wormed his spewing tool even deeper into Betsy's throat. "Suck my piss, bitch!" he hissed contemptuously. "Go ahead – gulp it down! What's wrong with it? I'm sure you've done it for many a horse… many a common alley cur… for goats and pigs and hell only knows what other kind of beast…!"

"No, Niles, I never…" Betsy attempted to groan, but now the foul voiding of her husband's bladder was filling up her throat, literally drowning her in its steamy, foaming abundance! Piss was flooding from her mouth and nostrils at the same time, and still Niles prodded his cock ever more relentlessly into her gaping, agonized mouth!

And, at the same time, Mabel was frenziedly playing the lash back and forth, up and down Betsy's squirming, flinching body, raising an ugly, criscrossing network of welts and bruises on the porcelain-like flesh from neck to ankles! Her face was like a fiend's as she slammed the leather against Betsy's hide again… and again… and again…!

At length, Betsy sank to her knees and sprawled, doll-like on the floor. Piss still bubbled from her mouth as she gasped, "Oh Niles… no more for now… I-I think I've learned my lesson… please, no more!"

Niles unbound her hands then and kissed her all over her urine-stained face and breasts. He murmured endearments in her ear. Somehow, during the ensuing few minutes, Mabel slipped out of sight. By the time Niles regained presence of mind enough to look for her, she was gone and her car had vanished too.

But – oddly enough – her apricot colored "hot pants" still remained where she had negligently flung them in a corner! Mabel had exited into the night half naked!

That was so like Mabel. It was typical of her catlike disposition to be contemptuous… uncaring… reckless in her every action! Niles licked his lips inadvertently as he thought of Mabel's lovely mouth clamping itself lasciviously onto the ardent meat of his great prick and sucking… sucking… sucking. I'll bet she'd be a great fuck, he mused, I wonder if she cares to have human cock between her legs… I wonder…

And then he sternly banished all such thoughts from his weary mind. Betsy was the woman he loved. Betsy was the only woman he cared to take into his bed.

Looking down at where she lay sprawled on the floor, he saw Betsy lick her lips. What was she thinking of! Was she taking perverse enjoyment from the taste of his piss! Or was she reveling in the remembered flavor of stronger stuff?

And he clenched his hands savagely as he remembered the thick, yellow horse come churning over Betsy's lips…!

The following day, as he sat at his desk tormentedly turning over in his mind a confused jumble of thoughts, Niles at last came to a definite decision.

There was no longer any point in trying to play things by ear, he was sure. He had to find out what really lay at the root of Betsy's sickness. He couldn't go on from day to day, never knowing whether Betsy's perversity was something that would gradually wither in the normal course of married life… or whether it was more deep-seated than that.

Niles hated to think of the word "incurable". But if Betsy were truly incurable, now was the time to find out.

She had mentioned that psychiatrists had been unable to help her. She had also mentioned that her preference for animals extended deep into her childhood.

Niles was determined to learn something of that childhood. To speak with her mother and father, if possible. He had never met them. Betsy was reluctant even to speak of them. She seemed so eager to forget her origins… to start life all over, as she expressed it, a new, rewarding life with Niles that would obliterate even the memory of the past.