The young Mexican girl entered the room where Ruth and Elliott were waiting. She was pretty and smiling, leading her dog, a large collie that was obviously well cared for, on a leash.
"Buenas noches," she said, shutting the door behind her and locking it. Her hand moved to her chest as she looked at Ruth and Elliott and said, "Se llama Carmelita." Then she reached down and patted the dog's head. "Y lovar del Carmelita."
Elliott smiled stiffly and nodded. "Good evening."
Ruth only smiled a nervous smile and took the last sip of her drink, watching the dog's long tongue as he licked his nose.
Kicking off her shoes, Carmelita spoke to the dog and removed the leash. The dog barked once, then jumped onto the bed and lay wagging his tail, watching as his mistress quickly stripped off her clothes.
"He seems well-trained," Elliott observed.
"I'm going to be ill, Elliott. I know I am."
"Shall I send them away? Would you like to go back to our motel now?"
"No."
"We don't have to stay and see it."
"Maybe you don't," Ruth said weakly. "But I do."
"But if it's going to make you sick… I don't understa…"
"It's like one of those gruesome horror movies. You know something terrible is going to happen but you can't quit watching. That's the way I feel about this, Elliott."
Carmelita stood just a few feet in front of them, nude and smiling, turning this way and that to show them her supple young body.
"She's very lovely."
Ruth nodded. "So young, too."
Then Carmelita went to the bed and squatted beside it, holding out her arms to the dog. He crawled to her and began licking her face. Her arms slid over the dog's body, one on his back and one on his stomach. Stroking him, one hand moving through the fur on his back and one working under him, Carmelita opened her mouth and began licking back at his slender tongue.
Ruth stared in horrified awe as the girl teased the dog's tongue deep into her mouth and sucked it eagerly.
Rising slowly, Carmelita offered her tits to the dog. He lapped at them until both her brown nipples stood hard and pointed with desire. A dreamy expression came over her face, and she sighed again and again. Finally she pushed the dog away and looked over at Ruth, her face asking if she'd like to join in and her hand motioning a welcome.
"Good Lord, no," Ruth gasped, shaking her head so hard her blonde hair shook.
"The very idea!" Elliott snorted, his face turning red as he grabbed up his drink and finished it off. "We'll have no more of that, young woman," he said to Carmelita, forgetting that she couldn't understand him.
But it seemed that she did understand his reaction, if not his words. It amused her. She laughed openly, nodding her head in assent as she climbed onto the bed. The old bed jiggled and squeaked as she scooted to the center of it and lay down on her back. She propped her head up with a pillow folded double, then spread her legs wide to give Ruth and Elliott a clear view of her crotch.
Teasingly, she held the dog away with one hand and rubbed between her legs with the other, her eyes on Ruth and Elliott every second. "Pussy," she breathed, fingering her cunt open and showing the red inside. "Good pussy… no?"
Elliott squirmed uneasily, his knuckles turning white on the empty glass still in his hand.
It was becoming hard for Ruth to breathe. She felt as if the room had suddenly grown hot and stuffy.
Releasing the dog, Carmelita let her body go limp. He came at her eagerly, licking her tits and belly, making her moan softly as his red tongue left her skin wet and shiny everywhere it touched.
"Aqui, perro… aqui," Carmelita hissed, taking his ear and pushing his muzzle down to her cunt.
He jumped between her legs and licked her entire crotch. "Mmm… Lame, perro… Lame!"
He licked furiously then, Carmelita holding the lips of her twat apart so his flashing tongue could dip deep inside her body. She whimpered with delight, digging her heels into the mattress and lifting her ass off the bed, undulating it as the lewd sound of the darting tongue filled the room.
"I feel faint," Ruth moaned.
"We must have been out of our heads for ever coming here," Elliott said. He took Ruth's hand and squeezed it. "We'll leave any time you want to, darling."
"All right."
"Now?"
"No… not yet."
"When you've seen enough, just say the word."
"I will, Elliott… soon, I think."
In the secret hallway behind the room Elliott and Ruth were in, Pico, grinning broadly, took his eye from the peephole through which he'd been watching Ruth's reaction. He turned to the woman standing beside him. "Faustina, get Carlos back here… quickly."
She hurried off, her full buttocks rolling in the tight flamenco trousers. In less than a minute she led Carlos, smiling sickly, into the secret voyeur's hall.
"Yes, Pico?" Carlos asked timidly.
"I will have la rubia."
"But… her husband is with her."
"An easy obstacle to overcome, my friend. You will take them drinks, compliments of the establishment. His will be heavily drugged, hers very slightly so… understand?"
"No, Pico. Please, no. I could go to prison for such a thing!"
"You will not go to prison if you do as I say," Pico said softly. Then he smiled. "But if you refuse…"
"Please, Pico," Carlos begged. "Don't make me do this thing!"
Faustina stepped forward and pinched Carlos' cheek painfully, glaring into his eyes as she said icily, "Pico is running out of patience with you, Carlos."
"Si," Pico agreed. "You owe me a great deal of money for your last shipment of heroin."
"But I never received the shipment," Carlos protested. "The messenger was killed. The police got the stuff."
"No matter, my friend," Pico said. "He was your errand boy, not mine. You owe me. I assure you I will collect."
"I don't have the money to pay you," Carlos whined.
"Then do me this small favor and buy yourself some time. Do not cause your wife to be a widow at such a tender age, Carlos."
Carlos shifted uneasily, the sweat of agonized indecision beading on his brow. "I don't like it."
"No es importante. Your wife is young and pretty. She will find another father for your children."
"No, Pico. A little time… that's all I need."
"Then do as I say. Your action will buy you a month."
Carlos wiped his brow, nodded reluctantly, then left.
"Take a look, Faustina. Tell me what you think."
Faustina put her eye to the peephole, smiling as she saw Ruth put a trembling hand to her cheek. "La rubia's eyes are big as tortillas. She will make the perfect replacement for Rosa. The animal and girl hold every ounce of her attention."
"Yes, my dear sister. She is quite fascinated by the sight before her. I think she would secretly like to take the girl's place, don't you?"
Carmelita, shuddering in orgasm and pushing at the dog's head, moaned brokenly, "Pe-perro… cesa! Cesa, perro!"
The dog backed his head away and sat between her thighs, licking his moist chops and looking up at Carmelita's distorted face, listening to her gasp for breath as her body grew still again.
"Ohhh… perro… vida mia!"
Biting her lip, holding her thighs firmly together, Ruth fought against the urge to open her mouth and scream at the top of her lungs. She no longer felt sick at her stomach. Another sensation was taking hold of her. A warmth was building in her loins, a very upsetting warmth that was most unwelcome to her inhibited mind. She was just about to tell Elliott she'd had all she could take when a key rattled in the lock and the door swung open.
Carlos, grinning sheepishly and carrying a tray with two drinks on it, entered and came toward them.
"We didn't order another drink," Elliott said.
"These are on the house, senor. Please I want you should have them."
"I don't know about you, Elliott, but I need one!"
Carlos turned the tray as Ruth reached for a drink, making sure she took the one intended for her. When Elliott took the other and drank a large sip of it, Carlos sighed with relief.
"Thank you," Elliott said as Carlos moved quickly back to the door.
"Por nada, senor… por nada. Drink and enjoy yourself."
As the door shut behind Carlos, Elliott blinked and moved his lips over his teeth in an odd manner.
"My stars, Elliott!" Ruth exclaimed. "Look at them… look what she's going to do!"
With difficulty, Elliott focused on the bed, watching as Carmelita turned the dog on his back and brought her mouth close to his skinny, fiery-red cock.
"She's gonna suck the dog!" Ruth gasped.
Carmelita's tongue flashed out and licked the secretion from the animal's long, slender cock. She swallowed and smacked her lips, then opened her mouth and took in several inches of the inflamed prick.
As her lips tightened around the ugly shaft and her cheeks hollowed in suction, Elliott shook his head and fought against the revulsion and numbness taking hold of him.
"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Ruth yelped, jumping to the edge of the couch and staring in fascinated horror, watching the hot prick jerk and tremble as Carmelita began bobbing her head.
"Sickening," Elliott said, his voice sounding weak and strange to his ears, the room starting to spin and the bed turning into a blurred mass.
Elliott brought the glass close to his face, started to take another drink to clear his head, then looked at it instead.
"Ruth."
But she didn't hear him, and she was sitting too far forward to see him mouthing her name silently.
The glass slipped from his hand and fell silently to the cushion between his legs, the liquid spilling and seeping wetly under him, soaking his pants and the cushion. A thousand trucks ran over him all at the same time. His brain jerked and bucked inside his skull. Then, darkness enveloping him, he slumped unconscious to the couch, his head flopping back and his mouth hanging open.
"Ahora, perro… ahora mismo!" Carmelita shouted urgently, jumping to her knees and bending into position, wagging her butt at the panting dog.
Ruth turned up her drink and gulped the rest of it down, watching with one eye as the dog mounted the girl and hunched into her.
"Ouuu," Carmelita moaned, dropping her face into the pillow as the dog wrapped his front legs around her body and began humping her furiously. "Vida mia… vida mia!"
Ruth wanted to turn away, but she couldn't force her gaze from the sordid scene. She wanted to tell Elliott that she was ready to leave, but she couldn't find her voice. All she could do was sit there on the edge of the couch, holding her empty glass tightly, feeling suddenly dizzy and reeling at the gross obscenity just a few feet before her wide eyes.
The dog thrust so fast his ass made a blur. Carmelita moaned and whimpered, clenching her hands into fists and beating weakly at the mattress. Her toes curled snugly against the soles of her feet. Her belly rose and fell rapidly, the sound of her harsh breathing filling the room.
Then, when Ruth thought she would go right out of her mind if the incredible union went on a second longer, the dog hunched in and held, quivering and making noises of his own.
Carmelita grunted, then gasped, then wailed brokenly as she joined the animal in a shuddering orgasm.
"Let's go, Elliott. Take me out of this awful place."
But Elliott didn't answer, and Ruth still couldn't tear her gaze from the perverse sight on the bed. The dog pulled his cock from the girl and began licking the messy juice as it trickled from her swollen pussy.
"Elliott. Let's go, darling."
The girl sat up on the bed, looking over at Elliott with a strange expression on her face. Ruth looked at him then for the first time in several minutes. He was slightly blurred, and it annoyed her that he'd fallen asleep. She shook him.
"Elliott… Elliott! Wake up!"
A key sounded in the lock. The door swung open.
Feeling as if she were moving under water, Ruth sat up straight and glanced toward the door. There in the hall she saw a worried-looking Carlos and another man she thought looked familiar. She knew she'd seen the handsome Latin somewhere before, but she couldn't place him. It was reassuring to see a familiar face though, so she motioned him to her. He strode cockily into the room, smiling confidently as he held out his hand.
"My husband. Help me wake him up. We have to get back to the motel."
"Don't worry about a thing," Pico said. "I'll take care of your husband."
"Thank you."
"My name is Pico."
"I know you from somewhere," Ruth said. "But I didn't remember your name. I'm Ruth."
"I'm very happy to know you, Ruth. Are you drunk, by any chance?"
"I don't think so… but I do feel strange. Help me wake my husband up now, please."
"Get them out of here," Pico told Carlos.
And as Carlos hurried Carmelita and the dog from the room, Pico bent over Elliott and slapped his face resoundingly, making his head jerk from the force of his blow.
"Don't! Don't hurt him!"
Pico shrugged. "I was only trying to wake him."
Ruth got to her knees, bending over Elliott and holding his head, looking dumbly at his slack-jawed face. "Elliott… Elliott! What's wrong with him?"
Pico grinned. "I guess maybe he was tired and had a bit too much to drink." Taking advantage of Ruth's kneeling position, he bent and slipped off both her shoes.
"What are you doing? For heaven's sake… give me back my shoes!"
"Lock it behind you. I'll call you when I want you again."
"Si, Pico," Carlos said, backing nervously from the room and locking the door from the outside.
"Give me my shoes. Why's he locking the door?"
"Because I want to be alone with you."
"Help me with my husband. Please… something's wrong with him!"
"You're a very beautiful woman."
"Thank you. But Elliott… I think he's sick! Do something!"
"I'm going to do something."
"You'll help me get him to a doctor?"
"No, I won't do that. Your husband doesn't need a doctor."
"Then help me get him back to our motel. I feel so funny. Please give me my shoes. Mr…"
"Pico."
"I want my shoes, Pico. We have to go now. Dizzy… I feel so weak all of a sudden."
Pico took off his coat and laid it across the easy chair. Then his tie and shirt followed.
"Don't," Ruth snapped, when she saw him undoing his pants and stepping from them. "Don't do that! For God's sake, put your clothes back on and help me!"
"I'm going to help you, rubia. I'm going to give you exactly what you need." He pushed his shorts off and kicked them away, then grasped his rising cock and stepped so close to Ruth it nearly poked her in her startled face. "I'm going to give you this."
Ruth's mouth dropped open. She stared unbelievingly at the hardening purplish cockhead.
"It's pretty, isn't it?"
"No," she gasped, backing away and shaking her head.
"Yes it is. I can tell by your eyes that you like to look at it. Wait until you feel it, rubia. You'll love it."
"No."
"I'm going to fuck you, pretty gringa. Fight me all you want. I'd much rather you fight like a tigress than give in too easy."
"No… oh my God… NO!"
Ruth shook Elliott frantically, trying futilely to rouse him, pleading with him to wake up.
"He'll be no help to you for many hours. You see, rubia, I had him drugged."
"No," she mumbled, then she screamed. "NO, NO, NO!!"
"Oh, yes. He is drugged. You too, rubia, but not as heavily as your husband, of course. You feel funny? Dizzy? Weak?"
She looked at him with fear in her eyes.
"The effect of the drug," he explained. "It will harm neither of you."
"Don't touch me!"
"I'll do much more than touch you. When your husband again opens his eyes, he will be quite thoroughly cuckolded."
"I'll scream."
"Go ahead. Scream to your heart's content. It will not be the first time a woman has screamed in this room, nor the last. No one will come to your aid. They will barely hear you in the bar, but only if you scream very loudly. Even so, they will not bother to investigate. It is illegal just to be here. Perhaps they will tell themselves it is none of their affair, or reason that your scream is, after all, one of bliss. Try it, rubia. Scream as loud as you can, why don't you?"
For a helpless moment Ruth stared at the cruel Latin face above her. The she shoved him and ran to the door, twisting the knob, beating on the door, putting her face to it and screaming with all her might until her throat felt raw.
"What?" Pico taunted. "No United States Cavalry to the rescue?"
"You animal! You filthy animal!"
"Now that's the spirit," Pico said, looking up as he went on removing his shoes and socks. "Get angry. Get fighting mad. If there's anything I hate, it's a spineless gringa who just falls over and plays dead while she is being fucked. Make me rape you, rubia! Fight me with every ounce of your being!"