"Sorry. But nobody fools around with me and gets away with it," the fat man said meaningfully as he looked hard at the kneeling Elaine.
"See, boy. See that? See that pussy? You're gonna get some real soon," the handler said as he bent down and stroked the powerful sides of the German Shepherd.
Elaine eyed the dog nervously. She didn't like what the handler was doing. As he whispered in the pointed ears of the animal, he stroked the dog's furry underside. Elaine was no fool. She knew that he was purposely working up the dog. She could see the animal's big sheathed cock start to jiggle, then throb steadily as the man's big hands rhythmically stroked his belly. The Shepherd was developing an erection, thanks to that massage.
"Come on, Elaine. You must be terribly uncomfortable in that," Peter said, reaching down. The blonde shuddered with revulsion and fear when she felt his fat fingers slowly trail along her shoulders. Even the dog was better than being touched by this slob. Elaine continued to kneel and dosed her eyes as she felt Peter's hand inch down towards her big right tit. In a second she felt his fingers slipping into her bra, scraping against her nipple, then pinching it.
"Hey, come on, Pete. This is supposed to be for all of us, not a private showing," several people in the living room grumbled.
"Sorry," he panted, swallowing hard as she continued to pinch her nipple gently.
Elaine looked up and watched with disgust as the fat man's face blushed deep red with lust. Elaine turned away and looked at the dog. She could just barely see the red, pointed tip of his dick-shaft poking out of the thick, white-grey furry sheath between his powerful hindquarters.
"Okay, get her ready," Peter gasped, backing away and rubbing his palms over the bulge between his thick legs.
Elaine cried out when the two men yanked her to her feet, then dragged her towards the animal. "Shut her up!" Peter cried out.
"I'll just turn this up," the blonde who had held Elaine before said cheerfully as she walked to the stereo and increased the volume.
"No! No! No!" Elaine cried out as she felt someone pulling down on her panties.
"Jesus, look at that cunt!" she heard someone say admiringly.
For the first time Elaine realised that she was completely naked. In that crowded rush, someone had torn off her panties. In a second, she felt her bra slip away.
"Hey, old King's going to come right here if you don't give him a chance with her?" the handler said.
"Okay, folks. Come on, Doug wants to try out his pet on ours," Peter said, gently pushing the crowd away from the frightened Elaine.
"You bastard!" Elaine hissed between her teeth at Peter.
"Darling, I love you, too," he said ironically as he signaled the two men to pull her to the floor.
"Ohhhhh!" Elaine cried out as she felt the two men pull her down by the arms.
"Hey! She's fighting too much," one of them complained as the blonde wriggled desperately on the carpeting.
"Tie her hands to the couch," Peter ordered.
In a few minutes, Elaine found her hands bound to the thick legs of the heavy living room couch. Her feet were free to kick out in defence. But she knew it was useless. Sooner or later, she'd have to submit to whatever Peter wanted her to. Elaine decided that the was best to give in and get it over with.
"Ready?" the handler asked.
"Right, Doug," Peter said, walking back to the bar and leaning slightly against it. Elaine's ass was facing him, but she was able to turn her head around to look at him. God! She'd never hated anyone as much as she did that man. He was forcing her to do this – forcing her to commit this sick, humiliating act in front of strangers!
A deep blush of shame flushed her face as she saw all the grinning faces staring at the exposed, narrow gash. Elaine turned her head slightly and saw the dog look curiously at his master. The man pointed to Elaine's ass. The blonde turned her head away in fear as she heard the big dog bark. The show had just begun…
CHAPTER FOUR
"Ohhhhhh!" Elaine cried out in fear as she felt the animal's hot, heavy breath blow through her wiry cunt hairs. He hadn't touched her yet, but she could feel his breath against her trembling thighs. Suddenly the blonde felt something cold and wet press against her right snatch-lip. She knew it was the animal's pointed snout, and screamed out in horror.
"That's it, babe! Cry it out like you really mean it," Peter said loudly.
Elaine choked down the sobs, refusing to give the fat man any more satisfaction – her horror and disgust were just another turn-on to him and the rest of the crowd. They might have forced her into this degrading act. But she wasn't going to give them more not if she could help it.
"Come on, boy, come on," the handler urged from behind.
The Shepherd looked confused. Obviously Elaine wasn't a willing participant – still, there were his master's orders and Elaine's inviting pussy wriggling only a few inches away from his snout. The blonde lowered her head and looked between her tremendous tits that scraped against the living room carpeting. She saw the large, muscular Shepherd staring back at her. His hairy balls twitched nervously in their pouch, jiggling with each jerk his cock made. Elaine saw that his long dick was about halfway unsheathed – Its smooth, glistening, dark-red surface throbbed with lust as she felt the dog's increasingly heavy breath against her ass.
"Oooohhhh, my Godddd!" Elaine cried out, pulling her head up and closing her eyes tightly. This couldn't be happening! It couldn't be! How could she have gotten involved in something like this? It wasn't possible! She'd wake up in a second in her own bed and. "Aiyeeeeee! Aaaahhhhh! No! No! Nooooooo!" Elaine cried out as she felt something hot and wet slurp up her box. It was the Shepherd's tongue, sliding tip and down her exposed pussy-lips as his nose burrowed gently into the crack between her ass-cheeks. Elaine felt goose-bumps spring out all over her body as the dog's tongue sank deeper and deeper into her gradually parting slash. She could feel the dog's steamy spittle oozing into her protesting pussy as the crowd started cheering and commenting on the scene.
"You think she's enjoying it?" the blonde asked, giggling to one of the senators.
"Her friend digs it. Why not this one?" someone else answered as Elaine felt the Shepherd lick faster and more steadily at her twat.
"Stop! Stopit!Stopppppp!" Elaine cried over and over as she felt King's tongue lick her twitching twat-lips. Gradually Elaine felt his thick, pointed tongue slide farther and farther into her snatch, shooting up until it finally touched her clit.
"Unnnng! Unnnghhhhhh!" the woman growled deep in her throat. But something strange was happening to Elaine. The act still disgusted her, there was no doubt about that. Being tied to a piece of furniture, stripped naked, then forced to commit an act of bestiality in front of a group of complete strangers was the height of humiliation. But the booze, the frustration of not finding Sam at the party, and something perverse in her own nature that she'd never suspected site had before was working a change in her.
Elaine hated to admit it, but she was gradually beginning to respond to the animal's cunt-licking. It was as if she were transported into another world a world where normal morals didn't exist any more. She was a completely different person, separated from the old Elaine Schaff on planet Earth. Her moans of horror and disgust were getting softer and softer as she felt a growing heat and tightness start to take over her cunt.
"Hey, she's starting to like it," the blonde hooker said, honestly surprised at Elaine's reaction.
"Told you. These Washington office girls'll take on anything, once they get in the mood," Peter said sarcastically.
But Elaine didn't hear or care what anyone said. She was beginning to moan now but this time in pleasure. She didn't have to have her hands tied down any more. She wanted that dog almost as badly as she had wanted Sam a few nights before.