The dwarf was grinning obscenely, thin rivulets of drool running down along his chin to drop on his bare, shrunken chest. He stood with his spindly legs planted wide, his body tilted to counter-balance his one misshapen foot, his heavy paunched belly lying over his loins like some ugly, cream-colored slug. He was breathing hard and stared at the quivering, jerking moons of Sharon Court's helplessly flailing buttocks as she sucked Mark Marlowe's turgid cock. It gave Wafto a tremendous sense of power and satisfaction to see this, to see the proud American beauty groveling like a common whore before his master – as all women he wanted eventually did – and the still more humiliating experience of being tossed to Wafto for his own amusement.
The dwarf began to stroke his huge throbbing shaft lightly as he watched, drawing the foreskin back and forth slowly. He stared with mounting lust at the contortions, at the winking pink ring of her anus which he caught sight of now and then nestled in the moist crevice of her white, firmly rounded young buttocks. He could feel his great, hairy testicles distend and ache and his gnarled hand moved faster along his rigid penis – but not fast enough to cause him to ejaculate, for he wanted to save his hot thick sperm for the little blonde bitch. Still, he always managed to work himself up to a fever pitch by playing with himself just a little while as he watched one of the women suck his master, Lord Marlowe, or one of the other house guests, if that was how things worked out.
Sharon Court was sucking to please now, totally oblivious to anything except running her tongue wetly around the lubricated head and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist glans until she could feel it throb as though it had a heart beat of its own. Her whole mind was intent on sucking him dry, making his great penis erupt in a gushing fountain of hot male cum that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never-ending stream.
Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh, sucking to draw the milky seed from it until she destroyed Marlowe. Mark, having lost the suave and imperturbability of an English nobleman, groaned and twisted beneath her, raining obscenities at the top of her bobbing blonde head and watching with delight the oval shaped lips straining at his hardened cock-head as though it was a stick of candy fed teasingly to a starving child.
"God damn… God damn," he chanted, and then seeing his deformed servant at the door, he cried out, "Wafto! Just in time! I'm going… going to cum soon!"
Blinding realization hit the defiled young woman at that instant. Wafto! She heard a soft sound behind her, from the direction of the door, and sensed immediately the presence of the hunch-backed dwarf. Her eyes flew open and she tried to twist around to see if her most horrible fears were true, but Mark's gripping hands were wrapped tightly in her hair and stopped her from lifting her mouth from his glistening cock. She was imprisoned on his prick, and he levered up with his hips to drive his penis still deeper down her throat.
Behind her, Sharon heard more footfalls and then the high, nasal giggle that sent shivers of repulsion along her flesh. "Well, well, well!" the scratchy voice of Wafto chortled. "Look what you've captured, Master! A tender little girl, with a beautiful white ass! An ass all ripe for a cock like Wafto's to be shoved into it!"
The dwarf snickered again and the blonde wife realized with utter horror the implication of his words! In her mind's eye she pictured the squat, toady face and body of the crippled servant and she wanted to vomit; Lord Marlowe's cock in her mouth suddenly became huge and she nearly gagged, and she tried to squirm away. But she was unable to do so, held as she was by the massive hands of the man above her.
Oh God, no! Noooo! her tortured brain screamed. But then she felt hot, excited explosions of breath against her naked backside that made her skin crawl. Wafto played at her kneeling form like a sex-crazed fiend, running his hands hungrily over her milky soft flesh, twisting and squeezing it until small red welts appeared behind the path of his hands wherever they touched. Groaning in anticipation, the wetness of his rubbery lips dropped to her exposed back, slobbering a path along her spine that sent ripples of disgust running to the tips of her laboring breasts quivering under her kneeling body. They descended down toward the crevice of her buttocks which his thumbs were pressing wide apart, his fingers curling down and teasing in the wet slit of her vagina between the warm, hair-lined lips that now throbbed involuntarily in time to the cock fucking in and out of her mouth.
Lena Alvaro gasped as the dwarf began the long and licentious quest of the young Neal Court's wife's anal passage. She had stripped herself of her own clothing and was sitting in a soft-cushioned chair, her lovely tanned legs parted and letting the black softness of her pubic hair and the forbidden slit of her vaginal tract be bared to all to see… and touch… and abuse. But the two men were busy with Mrs. Sharon Court at the moment, and the eroticism of the scene was too much for the older woman to stand. She had arrived at the stage where her heavy breathing indicated she most sorely needed a release of her own building tensions.
She inserted her own finger into her rubbery, elastic cunt opening, pressing continually inward until her whole hand pressed flat against her pubic mound, and then she began to massage her pink-rimmed channel in circular motions, pressing and expanding her spongy pussy to make ready for a second finger. She groaned and writhed, nearly perpendicular in the chair now as she rolled her erect clitoral bud tightly between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand.
She had recuperative powers that were unbelievable, and this black-haired wife had nymphomaniacal qualities of insatiable quantities. Mark smiled as he looked at Lena Alvaro's contorted face and watched her mouth open and close in mounting ecstasy. She never ceased to amaze him.
"My dear Lena," he said, moaning in between the words and never skipping so much as a fraction of a beat as he fucked the lovely virgin mouth of the young blonde housewife below, "My dear, use… use my… collection… of dildoes, if you desire!"
Lena Alvaro's eyes glittered. "Where are they?"
"The cabinet… beside you! Oh, suck my cock, you hot little bitch!" The last words were directed to the ever-increasing mouthings of Sharon, and he was soon lost once more in the heaven of her lips and tongue.
Lena removed her finger and with trembling, wet hand opened the Spanish credenza beside her chair. Yes! There, nestled on the top shelf, was the wooden Phallos Temple from Japan. She removed it and studied the Oriental work of erotic art. Under the slanted roof painted to resemble the female cunt, were seven daikons, painted effigies of the penis. Lena shook as if stung with yellow fever at the salacious sight, and then she reached out and selected one, a smooth object of the finest polished wood, its natural grain running the length of its shaft. It was shaped something like a blunted scimitar, one end fashioned to be a handle, the other the perfect replica of a large, erect cock and head.
No one knows how old the artificial phallus is clay penii have been found in ancient, prehistoric cities, and the Bible refers to gold and silver images with which the women of Jerusalem committed their whoredoms. The Roman God, Priapus, was a symbol of life and was a crude representation of the male member, and upon the wooden rigidity of the God Mutunus Tutunus the virginal bride sacrificed her hymen before joining her groom in the bridal bed.
In India, the God Siva is always shown with an erection, and the poems of Herondas of Cos tell of women visiting the shop of Cerdon who had other uses for leather than making sandals. The Greeks carved penii from horn and wood, and in time the word, "olisboi", was given to such items. In Japan, where they are sold openly in stores, it is called a daikon; in France, it's known as a godemiche; in English, dildo; in Italy, diletto.
But whatever name is given to the carved ornamented, plain or fancy image of the penis, the instrument has given countless women all over the earth and all though the centuries happiness.
It gave Lena Alvaro happiness.
She whimpered, squirmed, gasped. Faster and faster her hand pumped the daikon with frothing madness deep, deep in her hungry cunt. She screamed and convulsed, her whole belly a sheath to the wooden piston. She stared down at the way her pubic hair moved and her pink vulva grasped at the round sword. The pleasure zones of her female flesh were alive and throbbing, and her hips beat the chair cushion as they worked steadily, insatiably.
Meanwhile, the hunched-back dwarf held himself back from thrusting his huge penis into the tight ring of the blonde lovely's tight little anus. He purposely tortured himself for the moment when he would bury his throbbing cock far up between her soft white moons as they swayed gently and defeated before him. She was repulsed by him and he wanted to break her more than anything else in the world, just as he had broken other women. He wanted to feel her squirm and then cry out her need for him, and that would be the ultimate conquest; a proud, beautiful blonde bitch who was horrified by his deformities suddenly turning into an animal and loosing all control of herself, forgetting where she was, who she was, wanting, consciously his overgrown, grotesque cock to fuck her until she couldn't move. The thought raced through his loins like an electric shock.
For a few torturing moments he ground his thick cock around in the narrow white crevice of her buttocks, pressing the soft, quivering cheeks of flesh around it, enclosing his member like a glove upon a finger. Then he leaned forward and once more planted wet, warm kisses with his twisted lips along the standing ridges of her spine, feeling her tense and shiver and groan slightly around the pumping cock in her mouth.
Then Wafto moved his loins up close behind her and placed his thumbs on either side of the resilient cheeks and pressed out gently. With the natural cunning of a predator, the dwarf knew that she had passed the first stage of physical submission by violence and now the conquest of her mind and spirit must be done by tenderness. Indeed, his unexpected change from pain and brutality to caressing and tenderness caught her off guard in spite of her resistance. Sharon had geared her shocked, nearly benumbed mind to the fighting of the alien, repulsive invasion; but she was not prepared for pleasure. She was not prepared for the rising desire his touch would bring.
Her buttocks clenched together against the pressure he was exerting with his thumbs, and he eased off slightly, still keeping up a constant easy tension until the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tired and relaxed, bit by bit. His triumphantly grinning face was crouched on the same level with the thin pink folds of her vagina and as he watched, eyes gleaming, as the soft, hairlined lips slowly parted before the imperceptible outward pull of his hands. He saw the slight moisture forming and glistening on the soft insides of her thighs, and with the easing of shock and the fatigue of resistance the cheeks of her buttocks spread wider and wider apart.
The dwarf servant moved his face forward, careful not to shake the sudden trust building in the defenseless woman kneeling before him. His face was a scant inch from the soft blonde pubic hair covering the tender resilient flanges of her vagina, and the animal female odor was one of the sweetest perfume that drifted enticingly out of her cavern, better than even it had been the previous night. He swallowed deeply as her secret passage flowered open to his gaze and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was coral and smooth and wet…
He blew softly into her…
Sharon jerked forward from the unexpected warm, feather-like touch of air on her cunt, and Mark Marlowe thrust upward again, impaling her mouth deeper on his fleshy shaft until she felt as if it would choke her to death. Her concentration on his penis was short-lived as she felt the dwarf push his wet lips teasingly against the wetness of her open vaginal slit. She squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she couldn't move away, and then with one quick rush of his snake-like tongue, he thrust forward between her warm, fleshy vaginal folds.
Sharon gasped, and again jerked forward with the hot, teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of delight. Her buttocks contracted and then opened around Wafto's long, smooth tongue, and her breath exploded around Lord Marlowe's penis in small, quick gasps. Wafto pushed his thick lips closer and began to work the whole of her open loins, sucking and licking at it crazily while she swayed and mewled around the cock fucking into her mouth.
She sucked Mark's cock hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before as Wafto behind her worked slavishly, making wet sucking sounds as he teased her soft, fleece-lined slit. Her pussy flowered and her moistness increased with each further second that the lewd and depraved dwarf sucked and tongued, and lubrication ran in slight warm trickles down the sides of her loins.
Mark Marlowe, lascivious leader of the debauch, groaned and spewed obscenities above her flying head and rammed his cock into her mouth time and time again. Suddenly he couldn't hold his torrential release back another instant, and his penis began jerking motions and spurted a vengeful hot jet of cum into her hollowing mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around his shooting instrument and swirled her tongue about the spasming head. She wanted to suck the tormenting man above her dry, to hurt him, to punish him for the bitter humiliation she had found herself in. His groans were one of pleasure, however, and with the continual ministrations of the hunch-back dwarf's lashing kisses on her vaginal area, she involuntarily was incited to still greater efforts. She thought Mark's release would never end, filling her cheeks to overflowing and making her swallow with thirsty rapidity. Then the hands which clamped the sides of her head fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last squirt of seminal fluid and stopped. The tongue and mouth of the gnarled servant never let up, not for one instant, in spite of the force and reaction of his master's cum, for the dwarf knew that his drawing and plunging actions were going to bear bitter fruit in just a few seconds. That his turn was next. "Lick me clean," Lord Marlowe commanded.
Sharon Court, still powered by the potion in the Sherry, still determined to follow through and be done with her horrible plight, and becoming more excited by the double defiliations of her body – though the latter was subconscious and one which she would later deny – followed his decree. She began at the base where the tiny tufts of pubic hair protruded and began to lick around it with the twirling tip of her tongue, sipping the thin sticky streams that had escaped the tightness of her lips. She could feel it perk slightly under her massaging tongue, and continued her degrading task, praying that she would finish before it sprang to erect life again. A moment later, it extended clear of all escaped cum, glistening and wet from her saliva. She watched Lord Marlowe's penis, barely inches from her mouth, as it slowly deflated and sank to softness.
"Ahh, that was something," Mark breathed above her, looking at a trickle of warm white semen that still ran down her chin. "Absolutely wonderful."
"Now, now me, Master!" wheezed the dwarf, suddenly looking up, over the rim of her wavering buttocks. "Now me!"
"Of course, my little man. She's all yours!"
"Nooo!" Sharon cried out, thoughts of her husband suddenly filling her mind, "Please no more!"
Mark Marlowe looked at her amusedly. He knew that the potion was still having its effects on her physical body, that in spite of her fervent wish of sanctity, her body wouldn't allow her any peace or solace until it was satisfied, until it was satiated from the artificially induced desire for sex. And Sharon, looking up with pleading eyes saw that cruel twinkle and she knew that her pleas would be ignored, that there was no hope for her, even at this point of no redemption. She was sick, she thought to herself, for her whole being still seemed to demand more perversions to be visited upon it, and she still quivered with the tingling sensation of unsatisfied lust. What was the matter with her? Was she really the whore that actually enjoyed the depraved and lewd acts that these evil men mercilessly subjected her to?
"Hold her hands for me, please, Master," Wafto requested. "She might get a little violent. Her little asshole looks as though it has never tasted the sweetness of a cock before."
Lord Marlowe put his massive hands on her shoulders, forcing her head down to the rug, and imprisoned her head between her legs. "You'll learn to enjoy this, my little innocent," he told her. "Wafto here is a master at virginal openings."
Sharon couldn't believe what he was saying. She hoped that the kissing of her vagina, which had been so pleasant and sensual had been all that was in the minds of the dwarf and his master when first the runt had approached her from behind. Now she could see that her worst fears were to be realized. She had prepared to give whatever was wanted of her, but this wasn't human! It wasn't right! They couldn't mean what they said… they were trying to frighten her, to make her crawl and beg! The decrepit little hunch-back wouldn't dare make love to her there!
She clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together in a reaction to the horrible thought. But again Wafto slipped down and kissed her between the soft, upturned crevice, licked and sucked the twin hills of her pubic slit, and as if of a mind of its own, as if already trained by what he had so deliciously done before, her thighs automatically widened to his searching lips, and again the juices of her excitement flowed unhampered.
Wafto could sense from the building tempo of her body that she was as ready as she would ever be, that all of his previous labors were going to be repaid in full and token coin. He wanted her now, to explode inside her rectum with a rhythm that matched her own cries of fulfillment. The spoiled little bitch – she'd never just want plain sex again, not after he was finished with her. All the years he had spent in bitter humiliation and subjugation began to bubble over in a boiling cauldron of hate and lust. His long, immense cock ached with the anticipation he was building, while he worked at her loins with his hot, punishing tongue. With some difficulty he slithered to his feet and worked his hips into the now wet and glistening openings of her buttocks.
He held his gleaming penis tightly between his fingers with its blood-filled head poised at the tight elastic opening of her anus, and watched with lewd eyes as the puckered ring flexed like the mouth of a fish gasping for air. He ached all over from the thought of this lovely young wife kneeling in abject servitude, to be used for as long as he wanted.
"Kneel up," he ordered, eager for the ultimate subjugation of her trembling body.
Sharon hesitated for a moment and felt his hand on her hips jerk them high in the air, making them wave in an open invitation to the cruel ravishment about to begin. Her anus throbbed in abject helplessness.
"She wants it, Master," breathed the dwarf. "Oh, look at that hairless little thing pucker and beg!"
His hands grasped harshly at her hips and then the blonde wife felt the dwarf's cock impress itself against the naked split of her behind. It was so huge! She gasped at the first contact, for she hadn't expected such magnitude from such a stunted man. She could never take it all; it would split her rectum in half! She jerked forward, tears of frustration brimming in her eyes.
"Hold her!" gasped Wafto.
Lord Marlowe's hands dug into her shoulders and he sat heavily on her trapped head. She was wide and helpless before the unnatural onslaught of her loins and she could feel the enormous penis of the hunch-backed dwarf probe harder as with a slight pop the tiny elastic ring of her rectum opened momentarily and then closed back over the smooth rubber head of the dwarf's cock. She screamed and groaned but her sounds were muffled by her position. There was no one in the world who could help her, and all that existed was the excruciating torture of her anus from the shrunken pervert behind her; no escape from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack. The blunt intrusion of Wafto's cock vibrated every fiber in her body, pushing the soft, rubbery flesh inside her anal canal in waves of pain and pressure before it. She grunted in submission, relaxing as best she could, until she suddenly felt the coarse hair of his loins smack against her buttocks. The cruel, thick rod was buried to its hilt!
Wafto muttered obscenities and gasped with sadistic pleasure and began to fuck without mercy far into the hidden depths of her belly, bringing further sobs of misery from the young wife's anguished lips. She had never felt so soiled or debauched in her life, and her whole being seemed used and filthy. Wafto lunged the full length of his deformed body, pulling the tiny pink ridges of her clasping sphincter ring out with the base of his cock as it withdrew for yet another lunge.
Sharon could dimly hear behind her kneeling body his grunts of pleasure, and in spite of the fact that she was hopelessly held like an errant slave before its cruel tyrant, she wanted to strike back at the humiliation and pain that was being heaped upon her. In spite of the agony, she clasped tightly her anal muscles around the huge penis.
"AAAgggg!" Wafto groaned. "God, she's tight!" Panting and exerting all the energy of his tiny body, he thrust forward still harder. "So wonderful! Tight… and wonderful, Master!"
The degradation was too great. Sharon had to work to end it all, and she began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of the dwarf's penis, undulating her body and swinging her buttocks in tiny circles, clasping and pinching with every cell of her body. She couldn't stand for the indecent sodomizing of her rectum to continue one second longer than necessary, and to end it she wanted to make the dwarf cum as she had made Lord Marlowe do in her mouth a few seconds earlier.
"You can let her up now, Master," Wafto said. "She's hot to be really fucked!" The dwarf groaned again and surged into her with renewed power. He knew that she was his to do with as he desired, that she was his slave prepared to follow his commands, that there was no resistance left in this innocent young wife whose husband was at this moment a thousand miles away. He would give it to her now as she had never had it – and she would learn to love it – she was loving it now, for as he watched her with beady eyes, her arching back and hollowing buttocks worked as if she was a female demon, her long blonde hair falling over her face and around her neck as she squirmed lewdly and salaciously in front of him.
Lord Marlowe, now that his job was finished, smiled evilly at the couple, and then walked over to where Lena Alvaro was cumming for the second time with her dildo. He chuckled and said: "Isn't that a sight to set your blood roaring? Look at me. I've got another hard-on already."
"And…?" Lena licked her lips.
"There's another dildo in the cabinet, my love. A double one, with eight-inch phalluses, I believe."
"Marvelous!" whispered Lena excitedly. "That means my Lord wants to indulge in sodomy as well, only performed on him. And all the while I will enjoy the other half of the delightful rod buried in my cunt!"
"Precisely, ma chere," he said, and kissed her.
Sharon bucked and churned her body beneath the dwarf, grunting and groaning with him, encouraging the hunch-back to end it and fill her behind with his orgasm. Wafto sensed her frantic need and rammed her quivering buttocks, gripping her thighs with all his might to pull the tightness of her anal flesh back over his expanding cock. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her young body bucking before him, and the sadistic desire to hurt rippled through him as he jogged with searing thrusts up her forever stretched anus.
Still worse was the realization in Sharon that the vast hurt, the overwhelming pain his first brutal invasion had initially caused, and the subsequent pumpings of his huge organ had then ripped from her flesh – this torture was rapidly declining, and in its place was a building, warming, seething flame of sexual pleasure. No longer could her conscious mind deny the existence of delight, that she had gotten a great deal of satisfaction out of sucking Lord Marlowe to completion, and that the taste of his semen was sweet and lovely and now was a mellow ambrosia in her stomach.
The lovely blonde wife, who had never before been introduced to the wildness of group sex, of having a release of her female desires with more than just her own lawful husband, had to now be honest with herself. Yes, she was being subjected to the worse of perversions and the most humiliating of situations. Yes, the total submission of her modesty before the lewd gazes and actions of these two men and the woman she had considered a friend was too much for her tortured mind to accept. But yes – she was also reveling in it now. Was actually enjoying the tingles of excitement which coursed through her blood and made her bobbing nipples harden and caused her vagina to flow with the sexual juices of desire. She was no better than they, a heathen of the flesh, a slut, a slattern, unfit for the company of decent, respectable people.
"Oh God, cum, cum!" she chanted in the masochistic writhings of pain and pleasure. She fucked her firm full buttocks back wildly against the dwarf.
Wafto gasped above her and shoved forward, almost tearing through the walls of her quivering belly, and stuttering incoherent words he shuddered his hot, thick cum in wave after wave into her rectum. Sharon knelt in front of him, joyfully receiving his sperm until the dwarf groaned and collapsed over her body.
After awhile, the blonde wife felt the hunch-backed servant's weight lift from her and his deflated penis slip from the confines of her flooded, expanded anus. She felt wet now, and sore, but nothing like the horror of the beginning. She was no longer a virgin anywhere and there was nothing left for them to do. She had had it all – or so the initiate to carnal love thought. They had debauched her, and she could never forget it nor turn back, and they had destroyed the relationship of faith and trust that had been hers with her husband, Neal. But even though the blight and humiliation would live in her mind from this time on, she knew that she would return. They wanted pleasure? She would give them pleasure – after all, she was destined for hell now anyway!
"I want to fuck you in the cunt now," the dwarf begged, breaking through her thoughts.
"Yes, Wafto, darling, go ahead, fuck me anyway you like," she heard herself say through her still half-drugged haze and a faint smile played across her lips as she rolled over on the floor. She let her legs spread apart in tantalizing slowness, knowing that she might as well learn to fully enjoy her new part, knowing there was no way to go but ahead.
"Master, Master!" Wafto gasped, unmindful that his Lord was in his own throes of sexual passion, and was unlistening of others. "Master, the hot bitch loves it!"
Sharon Court, the once innocent, the once naively sweet young American wife, let the weight of the hunch-back dwarf crawl between her open thighs. She curled them around his tiny hips and even reached down to take his still hardened penis in her hands and guide it between the swollen pink edges of her moist and ready cunt. Wafto lunged forward and impaled her again on the thick shaft of flesh. Sharon groaned in justified surrender and tightened and drew her legs back and felt his huge, driving penis hit the bottom of her belly.
Yes… yes… she would please them, please them all. She contracted the muscles of her vagina around the surging cock and began a slow teasing rotation of her hips that seemed to last forever and ever. There was no longer any reality to the young blonde wife, just the pleasure and animal grunts drifting down from the sweating dwarf which crushed her naked body to the study rug, nailing her buttocks to it with his lust hardened cock like a helpless butterfly impaled with a collector's pin…