Janet lay upon the bed within the mirrored room. Vailante rested upon the floor in the corner as if ready to spring at her slightest questionable move. She had drunk the so-called medication sometime before and now it was taking effect. No longer did she doubt the actual properties of this concoction she had been consuming daily since she first visited the doctor aboard ship. It was undoubtedly some sort of aphrodisiac, and that was why she had welcomed the large dose this time. Doctor Leduc had one idea… she, another.
Her loins were already alive with the familiar fire. It was an effort for her to keep her brain from saturating itself with lewd, vile thoughts. Oh, to be fucked right now… at this moment… by someone with a cock like Erabas… her cunt throbbed in its wild sensations. She kicked the sheet away, spread her soft, round thighs wide apart, and with both hands opened the velvety, golden flanges of her moist pink slit. The stale air of the mirrored-enclosed room brushed though it like a warm breath from Satan himself.
She saw herself from every angle in the mirrors and gasped aloud at her own loveliness. She drew her hands from her cunt to trail up her stomach and finally to her breasts, massaging them in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin pink slit of her vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft golden hair between her thighs, to both herself and Vailante who lay with raised head and gigantic ears at attention. Her buttocks twisted against the bed as though she were trying to bury herself into it. She saw the sheer, wanton desire reflected in her eyes from the mirrors. She writhed more lasciviously, uncontrollably, yet it was as she wanted it. She saw Vailante's long thick tongue lick out at his massive chops hungrily as he stared at her with unblinking eyes. Now, both of her hands ran over her body as if out of control, her fingertips dancing over her flat, ivory belly and coming to rest once more at the juncture of her soft, down-covered crotch. She groaned at her own sudden contact with the moist slit between her thighs as Vailante's ears twitched at the sound of her voice, and she pulled her knees up, her toes on the mattress. Then, she straightened her legs ceiling-ward like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the bed; with a deeper groan, she let them fall wide apart, exposing to herself and the beast, the wet, glistening furrow between. Her fingers slipped to the soft, hair-covered lips and spread them slowly apart once more, until the wet pinkness was fully visible to all the gaping people in the room and the mouth-like orifice opened hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone back to her, divided by the seething, avid cleft between them. Her tiny anus peeked at her, nestling mysterious and inviting below the swollen and agitated lips of her throbbing pussy.
Paul gaped at the erotic, narcissistic scene of his own wife encased in the glass cube in awe. His loins still throbbed from the delivery the little Moroccan girl had administered. His table had been carried away, his slaves gone, and now another… a long raven-haired Italian beauty nestled beside him, fondling his flaccid cock, biting at his ear, endeavoring to work his hand into her cunt. But he was beside himself, staring at his very own wife performing in the lewdest of manners before the depraved, lusting audience… and there seemed to be nothing he could do!
In the back of his erotically fogged brain, he thanked God that he had at least shown intelligence enough to carry through with his hunch. And even as he thought these things, and the Italian lovely reached down to engulf his testicles in her soft, delicate, warm palm, he stared unbelievingly at the licentious performance of his beautiful Janet… thinking, Oh Christ, if only I can make love to her once again…!
Janet, gazing smokily in the mirrors, watched herself slowly insert a middle finger into the sparkling pink of her cunt-flesh, stroking the tiny, erect clitoris. Eventually, she let all of her fingers play there in the opening within the flushed edges of her contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. She slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated folds. Her legs, she jack-knifed back, knees against her breasts as the soft, rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the inquiring finger. Her facial muscles tightened and she entertained two more fingers with the first, clenching her teeth, pushing all three in between the wet, hungry lips. She heard and saw them disappear with a soft, sucking sound, and a quiet moan of pleasure arose from her lips.
Shit! I don't care now! I really don't care! She had become possessed with her own body. It was beautiful, and she saw that her teeth were clenched as she writhed beneath her own thrusting fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm brought grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as her fingers sunk tight into the pink, viscous opening, making wet sucking noises as she withdrew them to push them in once more.
She knew that she flushed… straining for climax. She groaned in frustration as her fingers thrust harder and deeper. But they were not enough. Desperately, she realized they were not enough! Her head lolled from side to side on the pillow, her long blonde hair flying wildly at her inability to bring herself to orgasm. Yet, she continued to hammer into herself, her hand beating an insane staccato against the spread, straining buttocks, her groans and grunts faster and louder with each passing second. Suddenly, Vailante leaped onto the bed!
Janet came back to reality as she saw him. She had moved too much, excited him, and now he was coming to do what he had done to Erabas… Oh God, Leduc had warned her…! A shudder of horror rippled through her and she jerked the back of her masturbating hand to her mouth to keep from screaming and taunting him further. She moved to lower her legs and roll from the bed, but Vailante stood with bared teeth, growling viciously in warning. She froze… her thighs still spread and with knees still drawn up to her breasts. She didn't dare move as the massive beast growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.
Dear God, I've made a terrible mistake! I thought… Oh God, please help me? Don't let this beast tear me apart as he did Erabas…!
Then, Vailante lowered his head to Janet's hair-covered crotch and began sniffing it familiarly. His great tail wagged and trembled as his trained brain remembered pleasures that snuffed away more recent commands. Instincts prevailed. A bitch in heat! Janet moaned in half-terror as the cold nose suddenly rubbed wetly against her tiny cringing anus. She watched him in the mirrors, rolling her head to every angle for assurance of his movements.
Dear God, Jesus!
His tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her snug little rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.
Momentarily, she decided to try and squirm away, but the beast raised his head and growled warningly again as he began greedily to lap the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly closed little anus up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the tiny erotic bud of her woman-hood atop her pubic mound. His thick tongue spread through the soft, fleece-covered swelling like a keen blade through buttery-flesh. It slaved relentlessly between her wide-split legs, pausing only sporadically to lunge in a curl deeply into her. She spasmed convulsively as she writhed under the masterful beast's tongue, lapping and sniffing at her loins.
And then, no longer was she frightened. God, she didn't care! Soft mewls of delight erupted from her and suddenly, she placed her hands on the dog's ears bravely, and with a deep animalistic groan, kicked her legs back over her head, pulling his nose forward into her wet, throbbing vagina. His great tongue shot up the moist channel like an attacking lizard, ravishing her up-thrust crotch mercilessly. Abruptly, wild, babbling half-shrieks began to stream crazily from her lips; pleading and encouraging the dumb beast salivating between the writhing, upturned buttocks. He worked like the vicious animal he was, the primeval lust of the wild motivating him.
Paul stared at the lewd exhibition in unblinking, fascinated horror. Christ, could this be his lovely young bride? Was it possible? He mumbled something incoherently as the lovely Italian girl continued to stroke his member that was once again rock-hard from her tantalizing ministrations and the obscene spectacle of his wife and the animal taking place before him. And as he stared in disbelief, he saw the dog lift his head from the pleading Janet's crotch to nose her over onto her stomach in servile surrender, her fear and resistance of moments before seemingly gone under the maddening tongue lapping lasciviously at her pussy without the slightest mercy. She was completely enslaved by the huge beast panting over her, her trembling body spread-eagled, face down on the bed. Then, the huge head lowered once more, the thick tongue slithering into the exposed crevice between the young wife's smooth-white buttocks.
Paul gulped aloud, not looking at his companion as the beautiful girl took his hand and insinuated it between the moist lips of her own pulsating cunt, but rather did he stare unbelievably as Janet twisted her buttocks back toward the dog lasciviously, reaching with her small hands to spread the cheeks of her buttocks and give full access to the tiny, coral-hued anus. He watched mesmerized as the tongue lashed her for another lengthy, avid moment, and he felt his own desire building up in his sac once more.
The specially bred mastiff had begun to nuzzle under Janet's lust paralyzed crotch, pushing his colossal head between her pelvis and the mattress. Paul's eyes widened in astonished shock as the head lifted in an almost trained ritual, raising his wife's buttocks. Good Christ! What he wanted was plain enough to see… and Janet was kneeling up obediently, elevating her spread buttocks, bending before the great brute in abject surrender.
"Goddamn! He's tongued her to defeat!" Paul blurted aloud. "He's driving her half out of her mind licking her cunt like that!"
The girl beside him said something to Italian as she began to grind her own gaping cunt against his hand and simultaneously stroke and massage his aching cock more vigorously.
But Paul was still too engrossed with the incredulous rammish attack on his defenseless wife taking place only a few feet away from him. God almighty! Why didn't the police come? He couldn't wait much longer without showing his hand, else Janet would be… Jesus Christ! She was on all fours and the animal was mounting the spread moons of her buttocks, paws wrapping around her waist as if she were another bitch of his breed, and he could see the glistening, scarlet penis slipping from its huge sheath, dripping freely; the tapered point jerked and danced in the hot, wet slit as the brute quivered and lurched, endeavoring to bury the pink, lean tip and the thickening shaft into her body.
Half sobbing now, Janet looked back, shifting her quaking, round ass-cheeks in an effort to try and capture the lengthening animal prick; like a bitch in heat, Paul thought, she was striving to swallow the long, scarlet organ into her voracious, grasping vagina. But the sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus, and Paul caught his breath as he was certain the beast was about to drive the weapon right up his wife's unprotected rectum. With a cry, Janet tensed, evaded the bending, up-slipping prong in fright, and writhing, brought the blindly thrusting penis to slide beneath, into the soft, hair-nested crevice, rubbing against her clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing prick contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of Janet's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unsheltered shaft rubbed between them.
Paul held his breath as did the lovely creature beside him and the other spectators who sat up rigidly on their couches to watch the massive dog bucking frenziedly at his moaning wife's buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto the still growing lean tip of his mammoth, glistening prick. Abruptly, the animal bared its fangs and growled loudly in obvious frustration, as Janet, in desperation, reached between her legs and grasped the slippery rod of animal flesh, guiding the point of it into her glistening pink slit, spreading it open wider and wider with each jolting thrust.
Groans of disbelief ripped through the room and the girl beside Paul clutched tightly at his pulsating cock as the huge animal romped forward, burying the giant cudgel deep up into his squirming wife's pink, grasping hole. It slithered into her with a wet rush until it was interred to the hilt, until his hairy, canine balls swung below her wetly matted pubic hair… and the lovely Italian girl beside him whose name he did not remember could stand it no longer. She pulled aside her toga and straddled Paul's lap, taking his throbbing, stone-hard cock and manipulating its purple, blood-inflated head up and down between the hot, wet lips of her seething furrow before she finally poked it into her yawning, viscous-covered vagina and lowered her loins down on him with a thudding, grunting plunge.
Janet breathed a moan of relief from her lust twisted mouth as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet Vailante's supreme, panting thrusts. His forelegs clung to her waist like powerful, furry arms and she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the ecstatic pleasure of the animal-fucking this beautiful beast was pounding into her from the rear. She turned her face so that she could watch in the wall of mirror, and she read the debauched exultation this unnatural coupling was bringing her. She saw her large, taut breasts dancing tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in cadence with the delightfully rampaging animal prick that was growing, growing, growing inside her seething belly. She watched it slid deeper and deeper and deeper into her clasping, wet cunt from behind, a relentless, steaming shaft of glistening flesh burrowing into her.
Suddenly, with one hand she reached back and found the warm, throbbing, puckered little mouth of her anus and slowly inserted one finger, pressing forward into the soft, rubbery flesh until she had buried it in herself to the palm of her hand.
"Oh Christ! Oh shit! Fuck me you beautiful brute!" Janet panted back at the dog as she pummeled her finger into her asshole and tried to spread her thighs even farther apart to the monstrous animal prick fucking into her. She clenched her teeth and the tears streamed from her eyes as she moaned insanely, "Oh yes… yesss… yesssss… Fuck! Shit! Cock! Cunt! It's wonderful… wonderful…! Fuck harder! Harder! Fill my cunt with your hot, animal sperm! Flood me! Spew it into me!"
In her drugged state, Janet no longer felt human. She was a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be subjugated. She was reveling in the humiliation of being fucked by this panting monster and she ground her buttocks back against his hairy, hammering body like another animal. She felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between her ass-cheeks and sensed them dribbling down the backs of her thighs, was the mounting pressure in her belly and loins signaled that her rising orgasm was almost due.
Paul had lost all sense of purpose with the driving sensations the luscious Italian girl had instigated once more within him, and with the lewd, ruttish sight of his wire being willingly raped by a vicious animal; he had forced his fucking-companion up onto the couch and was mounting her from behind as the beast in the glass cubicle was doing to his precious wife. And now, he could hardly contain himself as he threw back his head and rammed his pulsating, heavy cock into the kneeling girl like a battering ram, tearing and bursting everything in its path, deeper and deeper until his loins smacked hard against her upturned ass. He could feel the white, soft cheeks flattened out from the wide-split crevice toward her hips from the pressure he was exerting into her backside. He convulsively reached forward, clasping his hands tightly around her narrow, wasp-like waist where it flared down into her broad, well-formed hips, and held her so tight she could not move. A low, dragging moan came from her lips as he surged into her with long, deep strokes, into the wet, palpitating slit between her buttocks which hollowed and shook beneath his hands as though she were being beaten with a whip.
He swung his head from side to side as he rammed his cock to its hilt into the girl's wide-stretched and gaping cunt, and then suddenly he heard a muffled scream and turned his head to view the salacious scene of Janet twisting her own head from side to side wildly, her long blonde hair churning on the bed. She was in the beginning throes of orgasm and screwed her buttocks back greedily against the dog like a demon-bitch with distemper. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into the waving buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from it, onto the coating of sweat lining her back. She screamed suddenly, and rammed back against the dog insanely, just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in hard spurts deep into her clasping vagina. Paul stared in fascination as Janet's round buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling the orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick white liquid oozed from the flowered lips of her lust-tightened cunt, squeezing and milking the prick of the dog, forming thin trails of the viscid liquid that ran in obscene rivulets down the ivory columns of her soft inner thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she pitched forward onto her face, exhausted, and the rapidly deflating cock of the great dog slipped from her ravaged passageway… and then the cubicle began to rise toward the ceiling…
Almost instantaneously, Paul felt a gush of warmth around his own cock inside the girl's pulsating vagina, and her juices began to seep out from around the edges of his deeply imbedded prick and down into the softness of his swaying testicles.
She too was coming, and grunted out her release as she continued to demoniacally buck her beautiful ass back at him. Paul clenched his eyes tightly shut and felt his balls begin to wildly erupt. His hot sperm spurted like a fire-hose through the end of his driving cock and squirted savagely far up into the girl's palpitating vagina… and that's when it happened.
Someone screamed, and then another as light flooded the room. The police had arrived!
Janet lay completely spent, her brain awash in utter depraved despair as Doctor Leduc burst into the room and began screaming at her insanely.
"You vile bitch! How did you get your husband and the police here?" he screeched, his face white and twisted with rage as he raised the gun in his hand to level upon her naked belly. "I underestimated you… and now they are running through the building, destroying my whole world… and my father's before me… but they are not going to get me… or you!"
Janet had turned over and sat up in the middle of the bed, gaping at the wildly babbling Frenchman in astonished terror. She watched him wave the weapon in his hand madly, finally pointing it directly at her belly. His words made little, if any sense to her, except that he had mentioned the police… and Paul!
Oh, dear God, thank you, thank you…!
She started to climb from the bed and saw his finger whitening against the trigger of the weapon, and in that brief second a myriad of broken thoughts raced through her mind. Had her plan worked? Oh God! It was time to find out!
"Vailante!" she screamed at her animal lover. "Attack! Attack!"
Too late, Leduc realized what had happened. She had won the animal's favor by seducing him… she was his bitch! Vailante sprang with bared fangs at the suave physician causing the bullet to harmlessly shatter the mirrored glass, and Janet turned away, burying her face in her hands as she heard the Frenchman's screams and the horrible ripping away of soft, fatty flesh…