Baffled by her own lack of cogent resistance, Laura allowed herself to be taken downstairs. Mark and Cleonora gripped her upper arms as she stumbled along, but she would have gone anyway, she was so intimidated. Occasionally Rover's smoothly-furred body brushed against her leg, sending a thrill of well-remembered ecstasy through her shivering body. How could she possibly forget the way he had thrilled her, sent her spinning off into outer space into an organ that fairly tossed her pretty blonde head from her shoulders? Ralph had never come anywhere near thrilling her as much, and she didn't know whether to be happy or sad over her adulterous debauchery. She had sinned, surely. But, on the other hand, her insides felt so wonderfully relaxed now. Could so much joy be a sin?
The muffled sounds of sensual activity filled the entire downstairs of the Franklin house like smoke spreading out through the air to fill every nook and cranny. Laura trembled with heady anticipation of the sexual unknown and her vaginal valves sent out another wash of fresh lubrication. She was reaching such a state of excitement that she could barely stand. She was convinced that, if Cleo and her husband hadn't been holding her, she would have dissolved right down into the lush purple carpeting.
The study was in unbelievable sexual disorder. The lights had been turned up, and there was no longer a motion picture on the silver screen atop the dais, but what was going on all around the room was by far more licentious than ever the film had been.
The room was a writhing, squirming mass of bodies both furry and smooth, and throughout, grown women were fucking and sucking German shepherd dogs and in turn being obscenely sucked and licked by them. Some had combined in a vainly of daisy-chain orgies, and not a few "couples" were practicing analingus and/or sodomy.
Women were squealing and mewling throughout the room as they made love with their magnificent beasts. "Oh darling," they moaned, "that's it, go fuck your big mama!" And, "Lap my cunt, Satan! That's a good doggy! Eat Mommy's snatch!"
Laura recoiled at some of the filthy language that infested the musky air of the lust-filled room. But she couldn't escape the fact that the sights and sounds that attacked her senses here were making her feel terribly immoral. If she hadn't been naked to begin with, she would have felt a terrific urge to rip off her clothes and join the obscenely cavorting throng.
But the Franklins' hands restrained her, and her mind was still telling her that she should not give in to the baser interests that were gnawing at her vitals and making sensual mincemeat of her private parts. Her mind told her that she was pure, and that she could still remain so – despite the terrible way they had used her. She had been forced, after all. She had done nothing tonight of her own free will.
But then why had she enjoyed it so much?
She had been forced to give in, through drugs and threat of blackmail, and through bondage, but she hadn't been forced to enjoy it! No, that had come from some deep dark pit in her inner soul. Shame was not an adequate word to describe her feelings. Shame and confusion. Joy and humiliation, rage and happiness an mixed up together. Ralph would have referred to such a condition, puffing medically on his pipe, as "multi-phrenial".
Before her very eyes, the nearest couple were engaging in active sodomy. The woman was about thirty-nine, with long red hair falling down her back which her dog was using as a cushion as he reamed her well-lubricated nether passage, his long tongue hanging pantingly outside of his mouth to drip saliva all over her back. Laura stared fixedly at the way his glistening penis was slipping in and out of the woman's puckered anal opening, which was clinging to it for joyous dear life on the outstroke. There was something thrilling about even that, although the inexperienced young bride imagined it hurt terribly. Still, the woman seemed to be enjoying it, moaning and groaning as if it was the most wonderful that had ever happened to her: "That's it, Rex – oh God, fuck me; I can't stand it, darling!"
There were some females in the big room who looked to be only teenagers – apparently young girls who had brought their own pets, or perhaps come with their mothers. Some of them had blonde hair, long or curly, others were dark, or brownette or redheaded. They had large breasts, medium and small. They came in all shapes and sizes.
But all of them had that one thing in common. They were engaged in obscene liaison with a German shepherd. Laura stared as if transfixed and gulped, feeling a new wash of cuntal moisture wetting her inner thighs.
"Come on." Mark pulled her forward, stepping gingerly over several writhing groaningly connected couples.
"Get the virgin-seducer," said Cleonora behind them.
"Don't worry."
Mark and Cleonora led her across the living room, threading a careful path through the squirming mass of female and canine bodies. Then they mounted the platform in front of the motion picture screen, still holding in bondage their precious blonde charge, and Mark raised his hand and called for silence.
There was a wave of disgusted mumbled protest as couples, triples and quadruples became disjoined, their eyes focusing unwillingly on the trio in front of them. "We've got a virgin here," Mark told them, cutting through the murmur of their discussions. "At least, a virgin in one way. But we've also got the virgin seducer!"
There was a roar of approval from the crowd and a sprinkling of applause from the audience. The women and girls shook out their hair and gave him respectful attention, the dogs sitting on command but with their cocks still hard and gorged with blood.
"Go get it Cleo."
But Cleonora had already opened the hidden closet in the panels next to the platform and was wheeling out the virgin seducer, a contraption which totally mystified Laura. It was red leather all across its top and looked like something that might be used by a gymnast to work out on, but there were also manacle-type attachments at all four corners, just above the wheels.
It arrived in front of her and Mark knelt down, still tightly holding her wrist, to make an adjustment in the equipment that retracted the wheels. The heavy invention now sat solidly on the platform. He reached underneath and released small cloth tabs which caused two holes to fall out of the device.
Laura thought it was strangely rounded, with odd curies and hollows. The next thing she knew, Cleonora and Mark had grabbed her arms and shoulders and were propelling her towards the strange device.
"What – wait…!"
But it was too late and they were too strong for her. Pushing her forward, they forced her to bend over so that her breasts fell through the two large holes. Then they stretched out her arms and fastened her wrists into the red leather manacles at one end of the machine.
A deep indescribably electrifying shock raced through the frayed nerve-endings of her abused young flesh as the startled blonde realized what they must be preparing her for. "No!" she cried out, sobbing. "No! Don't! Oh please!" She wriggled her buttocks and legs, trying to get off, but in another second, their strong hands had attached manacles to her ankles by stretching out her legs to the opposite end. The only way she could position herself now was on all fours.
Mark turned to the audience as she sobbed with hopelessness. "Well," he asked, "who wants to volunteer their animals to help Laura find herself. I need three volunteers."
There was a chorus of volunteers as the women called out, offering their dogs for the job. He selected three – one huge brute known as Handsome, another called Rex, and a slender young German shepherd answering to the curious name of Fidelis.
All the dogs came up onto the stage. Cleonora had taken a marijuana cigarette and was smoking indolently, her eyes glazed with depravity. Laura whined and struggled in fear, but it was no use. Her long blonde hair fell all around her glowing hot body.
Mark came over and the three dogs gathered around. All of a sudden she felt his thumbs on the fleshy lips of hair lining the outer flesh of her unwillingly moist cunt, and he pulled them slowly apart. She held her breath and prayed desperately for the moral strength to fight off what was about to happen.
His middle finger plunged upward into her burning hot pussy and she groaned as he worked it lewdly around inside. There was an exquisite feeling of cool air rushing over the rising bud of her nakedly exposed clitoris. It rippled up her quivering belly and out into the nipples of her lewdly hanging breasts, drowning out temporarily the throbbing humiliation she was feeling.
"All right, boys," he said in back of her. "You know what to do. Come on."
There was a patter of paws all around her imprisoned body as the dogs selected various parts of her helplessly bound body. One elected to lap his long wet tongue across the tingling tips of her throbbing breasts, while another came up around in front of her, stood up on his hind legs and put his forepaws on her upper back, trying to mount her face. She gasped as she felt a lengthy swipe of tongue reaching underneath her bent-over body to slice a soft wet mass of destruction across the hair-lined flanges of her openly seeping cunt.
Laura tried to avoid the German shepherd penis that was searching for her mouth by swinging her head from side to side, but then some of her hair got in her eyes and movement became awkward. The animal's tapered pink cock bumped wetly against her nose and her eyes glimpsed his cum-inflated balls underneath its base. The scent of his genitals was strong in her nostrils, and, unaccountably, she found it exciting.
The devils danced faster around the rough pink edges of her naked pussy as the dog in back of her delivered one long wet lap after another. Her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled up in her head. She thought she was going to swoon away from the many different sensations attacking her defenseless flesh. It was simply impossible to fight off all of them merely through concentrated thought, because, the minute she concentrated to fight off one, there was a flurry of diverting excitement in some other part of her body. There was no way she could win against them.
By now her vagina was a warm wet tunnel, contracting with desire over and over, fairly belong to be filled up with something – anything, even a rampaging cock. Her dilated eyes fastened greedily on the slender penis that was still bobbing around in front of her, searching lewdly for her mouth. Perhaps she should get it over with. Then she could go home anyway. It would find her mouth anyway. Why delay? She would only grow increasingly tired and weak. It could only be a matter of minutes in any case before the dog located her mouth with his rapidly expanding instrument. Her throat echoing a small, husky sigh of surrender, she opened her lips and took the dog's blood-bloated penis inside her crimson lips.
"Oh… oh… oh…" she gasped around the cock that began jerking swiftly in and out of her mouth. It felt so similar to the way Mark Franklin's had and just as good and the triple besiegement of her naked pussy, breasts and face was almost more than she could bear. The lapping tongue in back was wiping up all of her warm cuntal seepage as fast as it came out, and underneath her the rough bumps on the third dog's tongue made her nipples tingle and grow hard with lightning speed.
Her belly churned over and over; her vagina needed something hard and long to fill it. Her brain went dizzy with the mad sensations which seemed to be excavating her very soul.
And suddenly the imprisoned young wife forgot all her fears of humiliation and degradation. All that mattered were the wonderful feelings that were assaulting her mind, body and nerve-endings. She needed just one thing now – a red-hot penis stuffing up her vagina! Needed it more than anything in the world.
"Oh-uh-arggggurrgghh…" she gurgled around the muscular dog-cock that was raping her mouth. She licked off its swiftly seeping sperm with a moaning gasp of pure delight.
"What did you say, Laura?" asked a voice above her.
"Urgggghhaarrgghh…"
The dog in front of her was abruptly pulled out of her earnestly sucking face. Now she could say it, her nostrils flaring with burning desire, "Let him put it in me!" she croaked. "Please! I'm going out of my mind!"
"Do you mean you want him to fuck you, Laura?" asked Mark, holding the dog back by his haunches. "Is that it? If it is, you have to say so."
She had heard the word fuck before. It was obscene and filthy, but she didn't care. "Yes," she cried. "Fuck me! Let him fuck me!"
"With what, Laura?" Mark tormented. "With his cock in your cunt? Say it!"
"Oh yes! Yes," she drooled. "Let him fuck me with his cock inside of me! In my cunt, hurry! Oh God! I'm dying!"
A murmur of pleased approval rippled through the female audience. In back of them was the whirring motion picture camera, steadied by Cleonora, which was taking all this in.
Laura no longer cared about anything that was going on around her. Her mouth slurped gratefully as the dog before her was once again allowed to stuff his penis deep into her hungry face. She felt the bonds on her wrists being released and then her hands flew up to grab and fondle at his testicles, which were swinging with a weighty soft slap against her chin as his cock plunged repeatedly into her throat. She gurgled happily all around it and sucked and licked as if her life depended on it.
In back of her she suddenly could feel the second dog mounting her from the rear. His forepaws came up onto her back and there was some snarling above her as the two dogs, front and rear, met each other across her enslaved body. But they quickly calmed and reverted their attention and energies to her lusting flesh.
Laura felt the dog behind her searching underneath her open loins with his thrusting male hardness for the open wet slit of her vagina. When it brushed against her pussy lips, she cried out with joy as if she had been touched there by an electric shock. Then she tried to buck backwards, and as she did, the dog found her yearning cuntal mound and slid home with a fast wet rush that took her breath away.
At last! At last! her heart cried, pounding madly in her heaving chest. At last!
The dog began fucking her furiously and her sex-addled mind sucked urgently on the animal cock thrusting into her open mouth. Beneath her kneeling body, the third dog was still lapping at her leather-rimmed breasts. Oh God! Oh God! She couldn't take any more of this pleasureful torment. She had to cum!
The dog behind her guided the blood-filled head of his penis straight upward between her parted thighs until it bumped her cervix with a belly-jarring thump. Her vagina undulated to grasp its hot hard length as if with dozens of tiny hands as it slid backward and out, resuming again with savage swiftness. The dog rammed as far as he could into her eagerly massaging pussy, then whipped out again, his cum-inflated balls smacking heavily against the smooth white backs of her thighs, as she moaned with sensual delirium.
As deep as both cocks were in her mouth and her vagina, she still wanted them deeper. "Fuck deeper! Deeper!" she wailed in desperation, and then she gagged at the penis stuffing her mouth.
She sucked at it in wild frenzy, her body trapped in a mad, naked whirlpool of raw lust unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The wildly jerking penis in her cunt pistoned faster and faster, making her cry out with joy even as she sucked on the other one.
Laura's eyes were glazed with uncontrollable lascivious desire. All thought of getting away had departed long ago. Now she wanted only to feel the wonder of this spectacular multiple fucking, and that was all that mattered in the entire world. She lusted to have her belly and throat filled with great sticky warm pools of animal cum and feel it churning wetly inside her.
Hurry, doggy, doggy darling! Hurry! her passion drugged mind cried out. Fuck me or I'll die!
The dogs acted to oblige, thrusting faster and faster. Her pussy was a steaming hot cavern now filled with molten volcanic lust, twitching like a nerve out of control. Her body felt as if it were about to explode into a million ecstatic pieces, and she sobbed hysterically around the mouth-fucking cock, crying out for the relief of an orgasm. Her face contorted with anguish as everything in her strained for the ultimate explosion.
Laura clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools of sensation that were shooting out of control through her sex-starved loins. The savage animal fucking of her bursting cunt drove shocks up her spine right to the base of her skull, where they shattered in a cascade of wildly shooting stars. Her whole body was alive to the demands of the flesh. Her pelvis tried to jerk back along the ardently raping dog hardness, sucking it in her belly as deeply as was humanly possible. The unrelenting fire in her body had replaced all other considerations.
Now she wanted only to fuck! To suck! To have her breasts licked by the wonderful dog beneath her!
Her entire being was a great open cavern needing to be filled, stuffed and gorged with fiery hot masculine sex muscle. Nothing else mattered now; not her husband, not principles, not humiliation, just the flicking reality of German shepherd tongue wiping all around her throbbing stiff-nippled breasts and German shepherd penises fucking her mouth and crazily pulsating cunt. Her steaming pussy furrow wanted only that masterful canine cock blasting in and out of its yearning hot flesh, drenching her loins with lust.
"Oooh, myyyessss, darling! Lick my tits! Lick my tits! Fuck me, darlings…! Ohoooooohhh, gooood! Hot cock! Fuck my cunt!"
Her hot thick saliva fairly swamped the forward dog's pistoning cock as she pulled madly on it, swallowing the tiny droplets of cum as fast as they welled up on the tapered end. She rotated her lust-contorted face as much as she could around its slippery length, licking and lapping, nibbling and suctioning at the fleshy hard instrument as it screwed in and out between her tightly availed lips. She sucked it as deeply into her throat as she could and moaned with joyous happiness.
In her cunt, the other dog's thrusting male hardness was threatening to rip her belly open with delirious delight. The lust-incited audience gasped as she ground her pussy back against him lasciviously, grinding their pubic triangles together at an awkward, rear-end angle. The dog was fucking frantically into the fluted pink lips of her cuntal slit, stretching her wanting cunt with each thrust from behind up between her wide-splayed thighs.
"Oooooah… ooohhhh… ooohhth… ohhhhhh…" Laura moaned, jerking convulsively as both blood-engorged penises raced into her helpless orifices like runaway freight cars out of control. She was so happy. It seemed as it any minute both of the cocks in her body would meet in her center and explode out through her navel. She wanted to devour them both with great drowning gulps of sensuality.
But suddenly – too soon – both dogs began to shudder in orgasmic frenzy, the forward one shooting his sperm hotly down into her urgently sucking throat in a white-hot needle-sharp stream, the one behind her emptying his semen with scalding urgency high up into her helplessly quivering belly.
Laura groaned, delirious with happiness, as the huge dogs filled her body with their cum. Her joyous, lusty cries echoed from one end of the dimly lit room to the other, encouraging couples to entwine once more and continue their orgy. But the young housewife's cries turned to mewls of disappointment very quickly, for, even as the two German shepherds squirted out the final drops of their exploding semen into her ravished cunt and mouth, their penises deflated quickly and they moved to withdraw.
"No!" she cried, "you can't leave me! I'm burning up!" She swung her long blonde hair around over her eyes, which were by now wild and staring, consumed with host, and yelled to her neighbor, "Mark, hurry! Get two other dogs! Put another cock in my mouth and another in my cunt! Hurry! God, I'm dying! Make them fuck me! Please!"