The room was blurred a dark gray and out of focus. A low hum of voices surrounded him. Kevin groaned, and shook his head to clear the cob-webs that kept his thoughts from coming through clearly. He tried to move. He couldn't. It felt as though he were wrapped tightly in a cocoon and the glazed picture of a colorful butterfly escaping and bursting forth into the air to freedom flickered through his mind. He was somewhere whirling in a great vacuum, but where, he didn't know. A dulling ache grew at the side of his head as the whirling slowed and his vision cleared slightly. He could see the white shapes of faces now that seemed to be peering right at him from all around a room.
A room that he suddenly recognized!
It was the room with the round bed and it was filled with people staring at him. The picture became more clear by the second and he could see amusement in their eyes. He tried to move again but still was held tightly in place.
"Welcome to our little party, Mr. Taylor," Kevin heard a voice sneer softly at his side. He painfully turned his head toward the sound and saw the fat, now leering Gamal, smiling directly into his eyed. He had a white bandage plastered above his left eye and his nose was swollen slightly. An evil grin lined his lips.
Kevin suddenly remembered! That horrible scene with Jean on the bed and this pig touching her naked body. His full senses roared back to him and he tried to lunge at the smiling face but discovered that he was bound tightly to his chair from his shoulders down to his ankles. He tried to shout, but the sound was choked back by a thick cotton gag held in place by a white scarf. Kevin was completely helpless. The bonds held him fast.
"We are happy to have you Mr. Taylor, after your disgraceful little show a while back," Gamal smiled to him from the next seat. "We have arranged something to teach you the etiquette of sharing. You Americans really are a bit selfish, you know. Your sweet little wife doesn't object nearly as much as you do. In fact, she rather seems to enjoy it. I did try it after your silly interruption and I must say, with a little training, she has excellent possibilities."
Kevin strained harder against his ropes until they were cutting into him like wet rawhide. He pictured with anguish Jean's white virginal body squirming helpless beneath this filth. He would kill this son-of-a-bitch if he had harmed her. What had happened to her? What had happened to Monique? His first question was answered a moment later as he still struggled in his chair.
An announcer stood up from his seat, raising his hands for silence. A hush fell over the room as those present leaned forward to hear his introductory remarks about the evenings performance.
"Tonight my friends," he smiled intimately, "we have a special treat. You know we always strive for the unusual so that you, our members, receive the superior entertainment you deserve. We have had many variations of shows, all of which I think you have appreciated. But tonight – tonight, I believe we have the most interesting of all. We have seen many rapes here, both male and female." He paused a moment to give his speech more effectiveness, "but we have never had the interesting situation of a young bride ravished before the eyes of her new husband. Particularly one as possessive as this. We have decided to substitute her in the act as his fair punishment for the unwarranted attack upon our benefactor." A slight ripple of amused laughter ran through the room at this statement. "And she is certain to enjoy it, even if he doesn't. We have chosen an exceptional partner for her tonight. You have seen him perform before and is one of our favorites. I would like to re-introduce to you, 'Pierre', our little French friend."
The crowd broke into a light restrained applause in keeping with the social positions of most present. It was apparent they were pleased with the selection. Kevin's eyes bulged in disbelief as a short dwarf-like man of not more than four feet tall entered the room by the side door and bowed before the crowd. His eyes were small and sunk deep in his ugly over-sized head. There was unmistakable cruelty registered in them, the look of a man who had been teased an his life and who enjoyed taking it out on others more helpless than he when he had the chance.
The dwarf, without further fanfare, stripped the robe he was wearing from his small deformed body and handed it to a waiting attendant like a barer preparing to go into the ring. The crowd gasped at the size of his cock. It was huge relative to the size of his body and hung down almost below his knees even in the soft state. He was obviously proud of it as he took it in both hands and walked around the edge of the circle displaying it to the spectators. He stopped in front of the straining Kevin and with a small teasing grin, stroked it into a semi-hardness. Kevin could not take his eyes from the growing fleshy rod, unable to believe that it was going to be the instrument that would ravish his helpless wife in front of this depraved crowd. At last, he clenched his eyes tightly shut to close out the horrible sight.
The dwarf moved close to him, his grinning mouth a few inches from his ear. "I understand she is very young and tender, my friend. They are my favorite kind. Pierre will show her what a lover is like. You know you must treat them as dirt or they will not respect you. Have you done that to her?" He reached up and pulled Kevin's ear in a teasing manner that was pleasing to the crowd. Snickers of amusement raced through Kevin's ears above the taunting voice of the dwarf. He could not believe this was happening. It was a nightmare and he would awaken soon and Jean would be lying peacefully next to him in bed. That was the way it had to be. This couldn't be real, things didn't happen this way in the civilized world.
The hissing face of the taunting deformed little creature moved closer to Kevin's, his foul breath nauseating him.
"Have you ever fucked your wife in the ass, my friend?" the dwarf raised his voice so that the crowd could hear him better. Kevin's desperate shout came through the gag as a mumble, his eyes flashed hate at the taunting face. Gamal was almost rolling in laughter next to him, tears streaming from his eyes as the teasing continued. "No, you wouldn't, not you. I can tell, you have absolutely no imagination. I must teach you things about controlling a woman," he laughed, turning his short over developed body toward the bed. "Bring me the little cunt. I think lesson number one should begin."
With this, the side door through which the dwarf had appeared, opened again. An attendant came into view, leading Jean by the hand behind him. Kevin was startled into immobility. He froze, unable to move, his eyes bulging from their sockets like fisheyes. He watched his wife being led unresisting toward the dwarf and the bed like a lamb to the slaughter and he could not help. Tears began to stream from his eyes and he strained against the ropes, but it was hopeless. They had made certain he could not interfere.
He tried to close his eyes as the attendant stripped the robe from her, exposing her luscious naked body beneath it. He moaned as he saw the horrible little dwarf reach up, his hands high above his head, and knead her full exposed tits with his gnarled little fingers. He waited for Jean's scream. None came. Instead, her mouth dropped open in a dazed rapture. She looked as though she was hardly conscious and yet she moved. Her eyelids appeared heavy and her eyes glassy, a slight mewl escaped from her lips as the dwarf pinched the nipples hard and moved his head forward. His face was even with her smooth white belly and his tongue snaked out and teased into her navel, bringing another mewl from her open mouth Kevin watched in transfixed horror as the slobbering lips traced a path down the smooth flat plane to the soft pubic hair guarding her secret parts. The dwarf's hands dropped and placing a thumb on either side of the fleshly lips of her cunt, he pulled them gently apart. The great slobbering tongue leapt forward burying itself in the exposed slit with a wet sluicing sound.
Kevin could not believe the sight before him. Instead of fighting with all her strength against these humiliating acts, his wife had instantly turned into a groaning mass of passion. She moved her feet far apart on the floor like a native dancer and tangled her hands in the dwarfs hair pulling his face tight into her crotch. She ground her hips sensuously in time to the darting tongue that probed hotly up into her wide split pussy. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open in undisguised ecstasy.
It couldn't be Jean! It couldn't be the young virginal bride he had just married several days ago!
Kevin's mind whirled in utter confusion as his eyes remained glued to the lewd spectacle taking place in front of him. Monique's words drifted hauntingly back to him – American girl – wants to try it – frustrated – God! – is that what happened? She couldn't be here of her own free will, she just couldn't. Something was wrong. Something was wrong! The words screamed through his tortured mind. Monique couldn't be right, she just couldn't!
The scene belied his thoughts. It was Jean. It was his bride of a few days but not the one he knew, not the cold frigid girl he had wrestled with in the back seat of cars so many centuries ago. This was a new creature, one that he did not know. She was goading the deformed little man on with her hands and pumping hips like a nymphomaniac gone wild. Her muscles strained under the tightness of her skin and Kevin could sec the cords of her inner thighs standing out like taunt ropes ready to snap against the pressure as she thrust her pelvis forward again and again against the munching face buried deep into her already throbbing cunt.
"You see, my young friend, she does not need your assistance. She does well by herself," Gamal's amused voice spoke beside him. "Relax and enjoy the show. Your bride has just begun to exhibit her talents."
Kevin's resistance was crushed. He had fought with all his strength against the ropes holding him to the chair. He had wanted to tear the vicious little animal attacking his wife to pieces, but it was now she who was attacking. She had pushed the dwarf back to the bed, still holding his face tightly between her crotch and sat full down on it with her squirming buttocks. She was straddling the whipping tongue, grinding his head back down into the mattress until it was only half visible, his hair protruding bushily from between her full thighs, his legs kicking back toward the edge of the bed to catch his breath. It was she who was doing the ravishing, animal grunts of lust coming in torrents from her lips. It was obvious to the crowd, half of whom were now stripped of their clothing, that she was racing for a climax already, her body completely out of control.
The dwarf was helpless in her desperate grip. He was trying with all his strength to throw her from his suffocating body but to no avail. He would have choked in another second had not helpful hands from the assistants pulled the jerking girl's body from him. She screamed in protest, her legs kicking futilely out into the empty air.
He sat up choking and sputtering, his face beet red from the lack of air. "Turn her over, turn her over," he half shouted, "I'll show the fucking bitch who's master here."
His face was blue with rage. He had lost control of the situation. The crowd was laughing at him and too many crowds had laughed at him. He had to show them. He had to make this bitch scream and scream good.
Kevin sickened, as he watched Jean's flailing body twisted about on the bed until she was lying flat on her stomach. Her belly ground into the mattress still striving hopelessly for the near orgasm just out of reach.
The dwarf took her by the ankles and spread her long slim legs wide apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full thighs and spread the cheeks of her ass with his hands. From Kevin's position, he could see clearly the tiny tight ass hole nestled in the crevice. He thought he could see it throbbing as it anticipated the dwarfs next move. His hand ran up the inside of her thigh all the way to the wetness of his wife's open cunt and his head dropped to kiss the smooth oval ass cheeks, his tongue trailing down to lick the crevice between then.
Kevin could see the skin straining around the hole as the thumbs of the dwarf pulled at the flesh around it. His fingers probed at the puckered little red inlet like teasing needles. His wife groaned beneath him.
"Spread 'em wider," the dwarf commanded.
Jean's legs opened until her toes were hanging over the rounded edges of the bed behind her. They were almost at right angles with her body. Kevin thought she would split. The dwarfs finger probed and he could hear her groan as it entered. She jumped forward slightly from the unexpected pain, her mouth wincing in unheeded protest. She strained back at the intruding finger as the rubbery flesh closed over it in forced acceptance. A flicker of surprised pleasure passed over her face as it dug to the first knuckle.
He moved it around in the tight expanding hole in preparation of what was to follow, sawing it in and out expanding the tiny anus more and more. Jean wriggled her hips back against it, her hands clawing at the mattress in front of her. He dug another finger in, this time it hurt. A short muffled squeal escaped from her lips as she buried her face into the covers. But the dwarf persisted, placing one hand in the small of her back and pinning her to the mattress. He screwed both fingers into her mercilessly, stretching the tiny puckered anus until she grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand. She was being skewered like a helpless animal on a spit.
Kevin watched in horror at the cruel subjugation of his wife by the deformed little monster. His mind registered disbelief as her flushed face, the hair strewn down over it, began to register joy. Her mouth opened and began to pant and mewl as the cruel fingers worked around and around deep up her wide-stretched rectum. The ugly dwarf grinned as he prodded at the defenseless asshole like an avenging angel. Jean squirmed beneath his cruel probes in total surrender.
"Fuck me there!" she suddenly screamed, turning her head to the side so that he could look down on it. "Screw my ass! Screw my ass!"
Kevin's stomach sickened as the dwarf pulled the fingers out of his young writhing wife. They seemed to come out reluctantly, the pink clasping skin clinging to them until they withdrew with a wet vacuum-like sucking noise.
He pushed the cheeks apart again with his hands and dropped his face into the crevice. His tongue licked at the quivering hole teasingly until the squirming girl couldn't stand it another minute.
"Oh God, fuck it! Fuck it, please!" she breathed in a thick passionate plea. "Quick, quick, or I'll die!"
"Kneel, you little cunt," he ordered from behind her.
Kevin watched in horrified stillness as his wife struggled to her knees, presenting the rounded white orbs of her buttocks up to the now wildly aroused dwarf. He stood up between her wide-spread thighs directly behind her, his huge cock standing straight out with the head resting in her split crevice. He was just the right height with him standing and her kneeling.
"Tickle my balls, you slut," he commanded gleefully. She was at his mercy and he intended to take full advantage of it. He was at his best when he could humiliate. His eyes roamed over triumphantly to the tortured face of Kevin who watched his helpless bride reach back under her body like an automate and gently stroke at the hairy testicles dangling down between her spread thighs. She stroked at them hungrily, as though they were sacred eggs that shouldn't be broken.
"Now put it in, bitch," he commanded roughly. Her hands moved hesitantly from the softness of the balls and grasped his huge rock-hard cock. A sudden expression of fear flashed through her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it and perceived for the first time the enormity of the throbbing instrument. She stroked it experimentally, indecision apparent on her tortured face.
"Put it in, I said," he snarled again, digging his fingers harshly into the tops of her thighs.
Jean submitted to the cold command and pressure of his hands and placed the tip against the tight hairless opening. Kevin could see it begin probing and working against her anus, the muscles of the dwarfs stomach standing out as he strained forward. It was worming its way into her, looking like a giant battering ram trying to force its way into his bride's quivering behind. He clenched his eyes tightly shut as the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before the pressure and the huge head popped inside with a sudden rush. A slight hiss of escaping air could be heard as it entered.
He watched her hopelessly trying to pull away but the dwarf, grinning lasciviously behind, held her tight.
"Ooooohhh," she groaned from the pain, her face contorted tightly from the first ravishment of her defenseless anus. His pressing thighs forced her forward and she began slipping away.
"Shove it back, shove it back!" the dwarf shouted.
Jean hunched back suddenly in automatic obedience to the loud command. To the bereaved Kevin her body looked like that of a pet dog straining back on all fours against his master's leash. The dwarf, spittle now drooling from his lips, hugged her waving hips tight and pushed with all his strength against her futile screams.
"Oh God, it hurts, it hurts, it's too big, too big!"
But the hard fleshy rod surged forward battering the rubbery resistant flesh before it without mercy.
"Oooohhh, oooohhh," she groaned as his pelvis suddenly smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks. The rampaging instrument was buried to the balls in her nearly split anus. She was hopelessly impaled.
Now gasping with arousal at the voluptuous white body skewered on the end of his stiff fleshy rod, he began sawing rhythmically deep into the pink inflamed passage.
And before the unbelieving eyes of her husband, Jean began to move backwards to meet the forward thrusts of the dwarfs body. She was reveling _n the lewd sodomizing of her backside like a slave of old bending before her cruel master. The dwarf rammed into her with hard cruel thrusts, watching the pink flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were fighting its withdrawal. The pain suddenly seemed strangely pleasant to her and she turned her head from side to side, her hair thrashing against the bed so that the audience could follow her feelings by the reflection in her face. Her teeth were bared back over her lips in a masochistic joy that pictured to the hypnotized onlookers the feelings of the giant cock boring into her.
Kneeling above her, the dwarf watched with sadistic delight his cock pushing and pulling at the pink flesh surrounding her clasping asshole. His eyes locked on Kevin's evilly and he began a series of brutal hard thrusts that sent the still growing member sinking to the hilt in his wife's wide-split crevice. His balls smacked rhythmically against her cunt below bringing further mewlings of pleasure hissing through her clenched teeth. Her glazed eyes stared unseeingly around the room. Kevin thought he saw them stop on him and a flicker of puzzled recognition pass through them, but with another hard jolt from the dwarf sawing into her anus, they jerked away in reflex to the sudden pain. She had forgotten him. There was nothing left for him. Monique had been right. Jean had come of her own free will. Her wild uninhibited exhibition with this deformed monster in front of him proved it. And she was enjoying it so much that she didn't even recognize her own husband. Small wet tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he watched his bride's total subjugation to the dwarf.
He saw the white vicious penis disappearing all the way up her gyrating ass with each cruel stroke. Not a bit could be seen left as it buried itself into the tight resistant passage, the straining cock reaching far into her shaking belly. Kevin wondered when it was going to explode. He couldn't bear to see that. That would be too much to see someone else shooting his cum far into his wife's defenseless ass. The humiliation would be too great for him to stand.
But even as the tears swelled in his eyes from the horrible thought, he watched Jean's face flushing a bright red, her head turning from side to side, her long black hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like a mad woman. She was panting for more.
"Ooohh, fuck it, fuck it, on, on," she gasped as the dwarf pressed tight against her soft buttocks and rotated the head around and around deep inside her rectum. Her moaning was adding to his pleasure and his hands crawled over her buttocks and back kneading the flesh like fresh dough. Bright red welts followed his fingers as they dug into her tender milk white skin.
"Oh, yes," she panted, even at the pain, "keep it up, keep it up."
He pulled it out almost to the tip of the blood-filled head so that the audience could see the giant inflated testicles ready to explode. It was apparent to them now that he was just holding it back to torment the squirming impaled girl longer. This was part of his pleasure, this was his ultimate reward.
He reached down and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart beginning to drive his pelvis into her soft yielding buttocks with hard vicious smacks that resounded through the room. His sweating face dripped onto her lovely hollowing back making it glisten in the light over the bed. His breath came in short puffing gasps like a runner, his eyes locked down on the whiteness of her quivering body that slipped over his plunging cock like a tight fitting glove. He had lost control of himself as he felt his cock growing like a tire inflating. His balls hung heavy from the sperm building there and they had to be emptied soon or burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure.
Jean mumbled incoherently beneath his pounding hips behind her. She waved her ass salaciously back against his eager thrusts. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to shoot his great wad of sperm deep into her belly. She wanted him to split her open and drown her in its loveliness. She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her ass and there was no longer any pain, only a feeling of being filled, filled as she had never been before. Her shoulders dropped to the mattress so that her ass was now sticking high up in the air and the great plunging cock could fuck her at will. Her eyes gazed at the side and a hazy figure came into focus for a moment. Was it Kevin? No, the thought that she had been fooled before drifted crazily through her mind. He was gone, gone forever. There was nothing now but this great fleshy mass filling her with pleasure and pain and the pain was pleasure too. She ground happily back against it as she felt it throb into a hugeness that could mean only one beautiful thing.
He was going to cum! Kevin numbly watched the dwarf throw his head back and groan as he thrust the cock's full expanded length into his wife's full stretched rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands pulling at her flesh like the talons of a hungry hawk. He screamed, uttering strange crazy sounds that mixed wildly with the obscene insults he hurled spitefully at Kevin's vanquished bride writhing on her knees beneath him.
"Ohhh, baby, ooohhh daddy's coming you little fucking bitch, oh, yes. Screw back! Screw back!"
Jean, beneath his pounding body felt the first delicious waves of the hot white liquid creaming into the depths of her rectum. It ran through her body like the first warning shock waves of a great tidal eruption, smacking into her belly and rebounding around like a great licking tongue sunk deep inside her. She screamed her own release at the same time as it gushed from her open cunt, drenching the dwarfs hairy balls pressed tightly against the spewing opening. His cum ran down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks and they mingled together in a single stream of thick viscous fluid, attesting to the animal joy of their unnatural coupling.
Gamal's revenge was complete as the dwarf pulled his wet shining cock from the still kneeling girls forever expanded rectum. This would teach this bastard this bastard American to burst in on him when he was just beginning to enjoy himself. He reached over and put his hand under Kevin's unresisting chin and turned his face toward him. "I shall take her next in the privacy of my own quarters. I think my little friend has broken her in to my liking. I want to finish her education my way. I am not so gentle and understanding." His beady evil little eyes gleamed at the helpless resignation in Kevin's look.
Tears still trailed down his cheeks from the humiliation of watching his lovely young wife ravished cruelly before him and even participating in her own humiliation. She did all this without even recognizing him. His spirit was completely crushed by the horrible experience and he made no move to resist when he was led from the room. He did not even look back at the bed where Jean was just beginning to stir again. There was nothing left for them. He would take the first plane home tomorrow.
There was nothing else he could do for her or himself. She had found her place. Now he had to go home and find his in this rotten world if he could. He had never felt so lost and useless in his entire life.
He was accompanied to the front door by several of Gamal's men and with his hands still bound tightly behind his back put in the back seat of a long black limousine and driven in a round about way back to his hotel. No one spoke a word until the car pulled up at the curb and his hands had been released.
"Monsieur Gamal said to give you this," the thick dark man sitting next to him in the back seat said handing him a manila envelope. "You will have need of it when you return to the States."
Without speaking, Kevin automatically reached for the packet and placed it in his inside coat pocket as he stepped from the car. He stood for a solitary moment watching it pull away from the curb and enter the heavy stream of traffic still flowing along the wide boulevard even at this late hour.
There goes my last chance of ever finding Jean, he thought dryly as it disappeared into the blinding cover of the oncoming sea of headlights a block down the street. He half walked, half staggered to the door of the hotel, too tired and emotionally upset to feel or do anything right now. He would worry about it tomorrow when his senses returned and then do something – if there was anything to be done. He had a lot of thinking to do before that plane left tomorrow afternoon.