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CHAPTER EIGHT

"Stop! This is filthy! No! No! I don't need it!" Laura squirmed with what little control she had left, her pelvis shaking frantically so that her belly swayed from side to side as if to evade Rover's rapidly approaching cock. She cringed, mad with shame, as the tapered head searched between her trembling white thighs, homing in on the soft, moist pubic center in which lay her sparse blonde curls and her lustfully twitching cuntal lips.

Mark snickered and grabbed Rover's haunches, carefully guiding the stumbling dog in the direction of the moist pink flanges of his fearful captive's widely availed vagina. Laura's face contorted with horror as she felt the slick head of the dog's penis contact her blonde pubic hair and then moved through toward the tiny open slit of her cunt. "No!" she screamed. "Oh Lord! Oh God! Save me!"

"That's what we're trying to do," Mark muttered, helping Rover along.

Her furry rapist was above her now. She could feel the overheated warmth of the dog's body as he crouched against her, and could smell his steaming breath. His long, slavering wet tongue was just slightly above her heaving breasts, dripping moisture onto her smooth cream-white skin. He blotted out the big ceiling light in the middle of the room like an eclipse of the sun.

Laura felt as if she were drowning. She didn't want this, but what could she do about it? Her body had betrayed her; her vagina was giving off moisture profusely. She admitted it to herself – the dog would have no difficulty at all with his obscene entry. Was there any way at all she would ever be able to shake off this obscene curse for the rest of her life? Oh, Lord…

"Slip it in nice and easy," Mark directed. "Go ahead, boy."

Laura whimpered plaintively as she felt the first hard, warm touch of Rover's quivering penis against her cringing pussy mouth, and then there was the inexorable pressure as it moved inside, filling up her vaginal walls and pushing them aside.

She groaned incoherently, although there was a part of her insides that were screaming out, beautiful, beautiful…

"Ooooooohhhnoooooooooooo!"

The large animal flexed his flanks, panting heatedly with bestial lust, and then his blood-filled, pulsating cock slipped all the way up into her fluid wet channel with a rush that left Laura gasping for air.

"Aaaarrrgghghhhhhuunrggghhhhhhhaaaaahhhh…"

Her throat was making noises that sounded completely inhuman, and her long blonde hair flew wildly from side to side on the pillow. Perspiration steamed on her overheated forehead. She squirmed and twisted, but it was impossible her imprisoned flesh to escape the relentless upthrust of Rover's throbbing hot instrument. The warm wet walls of her vagina enclosed it with instinctive affection as it speared into the helplessly struggling young wife's cunt. His mighty penis raced into her like a drill, pushing the great warm waves of moist flesh aside until Rover's loins meshed with hers, his soft hairy balls smacking with a dull slap at the insides of her buttocks.

Laura's muffled moans of humiliation mingled with the fiercely joyous sighs of pleasure that were echoing from the very depths of her love-starved being. With Rover's cock sunk deeply into her quivering white belly she could almost feel the hardness of its tip pressing snugly, teasingly, against her cervix.

The curvaceous young blonde had never known the equal of this lewd, feverish sensation that was making such a furnace of her belly. Her seething cuntal channel was raging with desire all around Rover's blood-engorged cock as it steamed in and out of her helplessly tied body. The feeling was all the more bittersweet because, unlike normal sex, there was no way in which she could position herself much differently or even alter the situation by more than a single iota. So that every mind-bending twinge of pleasure was felt in its entirety – fierce, ringing electrical tingles and shocks of joy in her loins that could not be escaped in any way.

She groaned continually, laying her blonde head back and baring her teeth as Rover fucked her furiously. Even as she lay there, her soul being slowly destroyed, she felt Mark Franklin's rough hands undoing the buttons on the front of her blouse, then reaching in to grip and pull out her throbbing young breasts from their whitely brassiered protection. She gasped but didn't have the courage to look at him as his mouth fell vampirishly to one high, firm mound, sucking in her nipple and as much of the surrounding hypersensitive tissue as he could manage, while his hand squeezed the rest.

This dual besiegement of breasts and belly made the young bride's mind swim. If she was just a lust-entrapped puppet before, now she was more like a mindless automaton consisting of nothing but the savage pleasurable sensations that were disintegrating her flesh and spirit.

Mark fondled her sensually swollen breasts until they almost hurt, but even this was a source of primitive enjoyment for her lust-devoured flesh. Her eyes grew smoky and she gazed unseeing up into the panting face of her urgently fucking German shepherd lover. It seemed to her that Rover was somehow much more handsome than she had ever given him credit for, and as he whined with burning frustration, agonizing towards his sperm-blowing orgasm, she opened her mouth and did not object as his tongue slid between her teeth.

"Mmmmmmmmmm…" she murmured at the lavish excitement this animalistic French kiss instilled in her flame-thrilled flesh. "Oh… oh…"

There was no use trying to fight it any longer. Her head and heart had to admit it. She couldn't control the lascivious desires of her own flesh. She was enjoying everything, she knew it, and she hated herself for it.

"Oooooooahhhhhh," she moaned ecstatically through their passionate kiss, unable to think or do anything else. "OOoooooooooohhhhh… dar… ohhh… oh… my… ohhhhhhh…" Her eyes rolling upward into her head, she struggled desperately against the urge to refer to him as darling. Her groans deepened as she felt the fierce, mind-shattering delight of his hotly fucking cock moving in and out of her flowing vaginal aperture, the walls of which clung with happy delirium to his raging member.

Breathing as if her chest would explode, confounded with ragged gasps and mewling urgent cries for help, Laura got herself together enough to raise her head up so that she could actually look down under Rover's furry belly and see his shining pink male hardness disappearing through her golden pubic curls and into the wet pink folds of her bursting cunt.

For some reason this excited the love-hungry bride all the more. Her feverish brain became a blank to everything but the wonderful sensations the dog's urgent fucking stimulated in her helplessly fluttering belly. Rover whimpered from deep in his throat and her dully ridded, impassioned eyes fastened affectionately on his handsome features. She was truly a love-slave before the ferocious, demanding sensuality of this furred beast… and all the while she was being helplessly fucked, Mark Franklin had continued to fondle, pull and suck at her heavily rocking breasts until her nipples were standing high and hard. But this was mere topping to the cake, seasoning on an already satisfying steak. For Rover's rape of her undefended pussy was by far more mind-and-body-shattering than anything she had ever experienced before in her life.

Her swooning mind questioned whether she would have run had the opportunity presented itself. Her body, by now, knew that it would not.

"Oh… that's it… oooh… oh my… dar… oh God… please oh hurry don't stop… God… oh… argggghhhh…"

Her soft damp passage expanded with each cruel thrust of the dog-cock up between her wide-held legs. Tears of humiliation mixed with pleasure flowed in a series of sobbing, happy gasps. The fluted pink folds of her boiling cunt were drawn out with each outstroke, then fell back in joyous surrender on the instroke.

Rover's body was now a thrusting bundle of uncontrollable power unleashing itself utterly into the squirming blonde flesh beneath him. His overheated penis seemed actually to expand within the hot confines of her naked belly, and he ground into her savagely, yelping out of his mind with lust. His penis ached and burned more than it ever had before for this beautiful human with the milk and honey voice. He was almost there, and he rammed wildly into her flowering cunt with long, hard strokes.

Laura's groans and mewls stretched into a long, low continuous moan of lascivious lust. Through the passion-drenched haze of her dissolving personality, she could feel him growing inside her like a great wedge being driven into a tree, threatening to split her open into a million happy pieces. Her delirious brain realized that the dog was going to cum in her, and for the first time she understood that she really wanted it. Wanted this dumb beast to fill her belly and aching womb with his sticky warm animal sperm…

She was beyond caring about the consequences, only loved the feeling of his hot animal hardness deep inside her and wanted Rover to orgasm. Perhaps she was going to, herself… if only… if only… it was so wonderful… so unbearably sweet… she clenched her buttocks, trying to squeeze out as much pleasure as possible from this fund fucking.

Her breath was coming in sharp, punctuated gasps, her mind spinning crazily out of control. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" she groaned, mad with desire, her heart pounding with jackhammer ferocity, helplessly trapped by an obscene emotion that had no name. "OH GOD!"

She was possessed by this demonic beast who seemed to be dredging her very soul with his thrusts. Her life existed in only the region of her cunt and its mind-bending connection with Rover's cock. "My darling…" she found herself gurgling worshipfully, even as a small, shadowy portion of what was left of her mind cursed herself for it.

Now, she thought, knowing it, he's going to cum in me. Oh Lord, I know it!

She clenched her teeth, grinding them closely together, as everything inside of her strained for the ultimate satisfaction. He was fucking her, and she wanted that, but she also wanted… wanted… On God!

Her warm, wet vaginal muscles clasped snugly around the big German shepherd's hard-driving penis as Rover suddenly drew up, yelping, his haunches working jerkily with the urgency of his passion. The speed of his fucking was totally uncontrollable and faster than she could comprehend. The furry animal above her, working frantically with his cock sliding in and out of her tight cuntal opening, seemed to strain all over his body. His muscular neck knotted itself up, his powerful body stretching out its full length, then accordioning up again, and repeating this rhythm frenziedly.

"Oh! Oh! Darling! Daaaaarrlllllingg!" Laura wailed as her own climax came hurtling toward her with the speed of an express train. Rover fucked into her furiously, his testicles tensing up into his scrotum, and then he was there. There!

His soft furry balls, coiled like steel springs, began shooting semen across the thundering bridge of his love glistened penis, squirting it up into Laura's hungrily gulping vagina. His lewd hot sperm sloshed upward into her belly, filling her up to bursting.

"No, no no no no…" She felt his cum ricocheting around inside of her. Sobbing, a savage plague of pleasure-bursts exploded throughout her loins. "Oh, fill me, fill me, darling…" she moaned, delirious with happiness, aching with love in every muscle, her body straining through her outstretched arms and legs and her imprisoning bonds, wanting only to clutch the brutal beast inside of her that was giving her such fantastic pleasure.

The pores of her cunt clasped and undulated around his spurting red cock, milking it desperately for every last drop of scalding white liquid until her warm pink vaginal cavern was drowning in it. Rover's sperm foamed out the sides of her wildly contracting pussy lips, soaking the soft blonde pubic hair it was buried in.

Laura groaned incoherently as a second violent orgasm came spinning across space towards her like a great ball of fire, spitting streaks of flame on all sides. The hot walls of her viscously jerking vagina sucked hungrily at his throbbing penis until finally it gave one last spasmodic twitch, having swallowed the very last drop of the big dog's cum.

Rover collapsed over her body, as her cum gushed forward around his deflating rod of flesh. Then she too suddenly gave one final shudder and quivered into a limp quietude, her face plastered with a silly relaxed smile, her brain totally enervated by her fantastic belly-twisting climax, her belly filled with their mixture of their cum.

Cleonora gave Rover a chance to rest up, his hairy body huffing and puffing across their blonde captive's limp white form, a weight that did not seem to bother their beautiful neighbor at all. Then she lifted the big German shepherd carefully off the now whimpering and sobbing young wife.

"Well," Mark breathed. The two conspirators looked at each other. "It looks like we're there, honey. This little cunt went out of her mind, for Christ's sake. If there was ever a broad born for fuckin', she's it."

"You can say that again. I've gotten some terrific photos."

"God girl. We're going to make a bundle off her. And if she refuses to play, we've always got those to hold on her."

Cleonora smiled romantically. "I wonder if this will help their sex life?"

"Huh?"

"I mean – Ralph and her seemed to be having such a terrible time, and she was so unhappy…"

"Don't get moralistic on me," her husband said crossly. He started to unbuckle the belt in his pants. "If we help these two kids over their hangups, okay. I like 'em, I really do. And it's nice if we can help them. After all, her old man's not altogether a bad guy, you know. But remember, we're in this for the money and for the kicks, not to help people. Don't forget that."

They both looked down at the spread-eagled Laura. "Did you send the film upstairs to be processed?" Mark asked.

"The first roll should be coming down any minute." Cleonora looked towards the dumbwaiter next to the vanity. She couldn't remember how many shots she had taken of Laura being fucked by their dog as Mark was sucking on her breasts, but she had sent the first roll off immediately. One of their houseboys, Cato, was an ardent photography fan, and they had built a complete darkroom for him in his rooms in the attic of the big house. He did the work for a pittance, ostensibly because it was his hobby. Cleonora suspected it was his pleasure as well, and she often wondered how many duplicates he kept.

"Look at her," said Mark as they glanced down into Laura's spent, rosy face. She looked as if she was in a dream, her eyes only small, fluttery blue slits full of fulfilled emotion. "She's all fucked out."

"She looks it. Maybe we'd better untie her. She'll have a cramp before very long."

"You're right, honey. We don't want to ruin her. Come on." They undid the leather and chains from the bed's four posters and let Laura's arms and legs fall lax. After a few moments she curled up into a ball and dozed off, her cheeks still flowing, a fatuous smile on her pretty face.

"Christ, she's out."

"We'll wake her fast enough. Here come the films." Cleonora went over to the dumbwaiter, slid the concealed panel up, and removed a dish full of photos.

"Right on time." Mark whistled when he saw the pictures. "In living color. Can't miss with those. Uh oh, I think she's coming out of it now. I have to get my pants off."

Cleonora dropped the photographs on a table and went over to the bed. Sitting down next to their lush blonde captive, she ran her fingers through Laura's golden hair. "Wake up, darling. We have something we'd like you to see."

"I'll say we do," said Mark, stepping out of his shorts, his good-sized hard-on springing up like a diving board after a departed swimmer. He was totally naked now, his clothes in a pile on the carpet. He stepped over to the bed and turned Laura over.

"Where am I?" she murmured dreamily, still dazed by the heady soul-devouring climaxes she had so recently endured and the drugs she had unwittingly consumed earlier.

"You're in love with fuck, that's where are you," said Mark, pulling off the rumpled remains of her skirt and blouse from around her succulent body. Cleonora handled the hooks on her brassiere, and in another moment her high, widely-spaced breasts spilled free, springing out above her finely-fashioned rib cage. Laura sat up, fluffing out her long, wavy blonde hair. Blinking, she remembered where she was. It all came back to her and her happy glow evaporated to be replaced by the blush of shame that swept over her curvaceous body from well shaped calves to her beautiful heart-shaped face.

"You-you tricked me!" she wailed, trying to grab up a sheet to conceal her vulnerable nakedness.

"Don't be a silly ass," said Mark, pulling the sheet off her to make her breasts jerk. "You tricked yourself. Hashish and wine will make you high, baby. But in order to want to have your cunt licked by a dog, you've got to really want it. Drugs just loosen you up, let your real self get free, that's all."

"I don't believe you! Let me out of here! I hate you!"

The Franklins looked at each other with a look that said: All or nothing. The two of them sat on the bed next to her, and she scrambled to the other side away from them, still trying to grab up a sheet to cover her opulent curves. But Mark wouldn't let her.

"And what about Rover fucking you?" he asked. "You weren't faking then. You loved it. Why the hell don't you admit it?"

"You're lying!" Laura wailed piteously. "I hated it! Hated it."

"You're the one who's lying, and we've got the proof. Look at these photos. Does this look like you hated it?" He picked up a handful of Technicolor pictures from the table and flung them onto the bed in front of her.

Laura gasped. Her big blue eyes widened even more than usual. These were pictures of her. Her! Engaging in lewd and unnatural sex… with Rover… she could see the split between her ass-cheeks, and the hard-driving dog-penis moving in between… she was crying out… how could she forget the way she had felt…

Bitter tears of humiliation welled from her red-rimmed eyes. What could she possibly say, when the visual evidence of her depraved degradation was right there before her very eyes? There was no conceivable rationale she could fight it with. She shut her eyes tightly as if to blot out the world.

Mark really felt that it was unnecessary, but he decided to turn the screw just one more revolution: "Baby," he said easily, trying to keep the excitement from showing in his voice, "it would be the easiest thing in the world for us to send a batch of these to your husband, friends, and relatives – or to Dr. Ralphie's patients and revered colleagues. To that good Dr. Winthrop who shares the clinic with him, for example. But we don't want to do that. All we want is a little cooperation from you."

Laura looked up through her tear-soaked eyes, brushing a wisp of long blonde hair from her cheek. Her breasts felt heavy and light at the same time, her body hot. "What-what is it you want me to do?" She noticed for the first time, through her shame, that Mark Franklin was totally naked, his penis swinging in the air high and hard, its bulbous circumcised tip bobbing like a snake ready to strike. He held the lengthy shaft in his hand and fondled it gently as he talked. It jerked occasionally above the swaying, hair-covered sac of his testicles, and Laura gulped as she felt the juice of life seeping out again through her quivering pussy lips. They had made a heathen out of her. She had to get away.

This was it, thought Mark, his heart rushing blood madly through his ears. He'd wanted to fuck the voluptuously long-legged golden Laura ever since he'd first seen her. And the events of this lewd night had put his balls in an uproar. It was now or never.

"I want you to kiss it," he said, stroking his cock gently. "I want you to kiss it, right here."