"Canis d'inferno," Matt said, turning around and looking directly at Diane.
"Oh God!" she murmured, backing away from her husband. He seemed to have changed right in front of her eyes. There was a strange glint in his eyes, and his lower lip twitched with unholy excitement. It was Matt in front of her – yet it was someone else.
Diane turned around when she heard the door to the right open. Norm reappeared, holding a large, growling Doberman by a thick black leather leash close to his side. Matt's eyes opened wide with pleasure as his lips twisted up into a crooked smile.
Norm led the dog up to Diane, stopping some five feet in front of the trembling woman. At the same time, Art and two other men walked up to the desk and spread a large red velvet piece of cloth over the top. Without any traces of emotion, they then walked over to Diane and took her by either arm, leading her up to the makeshift altar.
"No, please, no!" the blonde cried out, twisting helplessly in their tight grip! She knew what was about to happen. She was the first victim for the ceremony. They were going to turn the dog loose on her! "Oh God, let me go! Unnnghhhh! No! Oh God, nooo!"
But the men in the room ignored her. Their eyes focused on the desk top where the two men forced the screaming woman to crawl. Diane watched as Norm pulled the growling, snapping animal up to the front edge of the covered desk top. The strange humming increased in loudness, filling the room as the centuries-old melody poured out of the mouths of those men. Their eyes were glazed over in a kind of demonic ecstasy as they watched Diane's trembling body. It was time for the sacrifice! It was the time when they'd force the blonde to submit to the dog to satisfy their God.
"Matt, don't! Oh God, what have you gotten into!" Diane wailed as two more men strode up to the altar and moved behind the blonde. While Art and the two men who had helped him previously held her head and arms steady, the other two grabbed her feet and spread her thighs as widely apart as they could. Diane felt her mind grow light and fuzzy with horror as she felt the big black Doberman leap up from the floor and land at the far end of the desk. The chanting swelled almost to a loud roar as the lights in the room dimmed to a faint glow. The blonde's head swam as she felt the big dog's breath blow against her frazzled pussy hairs.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Ohhhh! Unnghhh!" Diane grunted, trembling with fear and revulsion as she felt something cold and wet press against her cunt lips. She screamed again, frightening the curious Doberman and making him jump back and almost off the table. Matt stopped the big dog from leaping and turned him back around to the crouching blonde. This time the animal walked back up to her and placed its muzzle between her spread thighs. The dog nosed her pussy, stabbing its pointed snout into her quivering slash while Diane cried out for help.
"Astaroth!" Matt cried out again as the Doberman's stubby tail wagged quickly back and forth. Diane cringed as she heard the Doberman growl excitedly. He smelled the musty odor that leaked out of her exposed snatch. The big dog's growl turned into an excited whine as he stuck his snout back in and burrowed deeply into her moist pussy.
"Ohhhh, noooo!" the blonde protested. Cold chills ran up and down her spine as the big dog moved back and opened his powerful jaws. She could feel the hot, moist breath blast against her snatch lips. Diane twisted under the men's tight grip as the dog started lapping at her pussy hairs.
This can't be happening! Diane thought to herself as the sound of the chanting filled her ears. The whole scene was having a strange effect on the woman. While she was still filled with horror and revulsion at what had happened and what was happening to her, there were the beginnings of a pleasurable, tight sensation somewhere deep in her crotch. It was almost as if she were willingly going along with this crowd. The dim lights, the chanting, and that wonderful warm, wet lapping sensation in her pussy were releasing delightful feelings in her cunt.
"Astaroth, Astarte, veni veni," Matt said in a husky, loud voice. The chanting changed in style now. Diane noticed that as soon as the Doberman began tonguing her cunt, the men's humming became rhythmic, almost matching the lapping of the big dog.
"Unnnn!" Diane groaned. That pink tongue was so hot! It was the most pleasant thing that happened to her in days. She closed her eyes and fought down the revulsion that churned her stomach as she concentrated on the pleasure that racked her pussy at the same time. As the animal moved around unsteadily on the desk, the blonde could feel the short hair covering his body prickling her naked skin.
"Oh, no," Diane moaned as the Doberman licked her ass cheeks. He ran his tongue shamelessly over every inch of her buttocks, wetting down her asshole and cunt lips until the hairs surrounding her pussy were plastered down and pointing up to the ceiling. Diane let out a shivery moan and widened her knees voluntarily. The men holding her looked at one another with surprise, then backed off, letting go of Diane.
Even Matt was surprised at his wife's sudden acceptance and even enjoyment of what was happening to her. The blonde slowly lifted her ass, wagging it back and forth for the dog as she clawed at the red velvet cloth with her slender fingers. The dog growled and wet down each cheek even more with his sloppy tongue. He smoothed it between her ass-crack until his hot spittle dribbled down over the thick blonde curls of her cunt.
It was something she'd never done before in her life. And now in front of all these men who might be out to kill her, Diane was growing more and more shamelessly excited. She was panting almost as hard as the animal. The weight of her hanging titties as they swayed lazily back and forth was exciting. She wobbled there on her elbows, sucking in air when she could, holding her breath when the Doberman's strong tongue brushed across her stiffening clit.
The blonde parted her thighs even more until her inner pussy lips stickily peeled back from the warm cunt meat along her slit. The Doberman pushed at her hungrily, raking his tongue under her cuntal mound and upward as the men's rhythmic chanting pounded like African drums in Diane's ears.
"Ohhh! Ohhhh!" the woman cried out.
Norm and Art took over, rolling her over on her back and hauling her legs into the air. The dog looked a little puzzled at first at the change of position. But soon he was back again, pushing steadily into the mouth of her cunt with his black, pointed snout. He panted heavily in her steamy, soaked flesh. Diane kicked out as the tense thrills built deep in her gut.
"Veni! Veni! Veni!" the men sang out in a mumbled chorus, increasing the rhythm with each passing second.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Diane cried back.
The Doberman was growling again. It was a soft, smothered growl of sexual lust Diane had heard in the streets when two dogs fucked their brains out. When she looked down under the big animal's hunching belly, she saw the dark-red pointed dick head slithering out of his black furry dick sheath. It glistened with his pre-cum as it throbbed excitedly in the air.
"Ahhhh!" Diane shuddered out as her eyes glued to his jerking prick. She remembered all the dogs she'd seen screwing each other in the streets and in the park! In a few minutes, that painted hot spear would be buried in her pussy. It was too bizarre to believe.
Diane babbled with excitement, bouncing her plump ass cheeks on the table top as the men chorused out another humming chant of excitement. The Doberman's tongue rubbed her flooding pussy meat now. He was forcing her clit down, wagging his powerful hindquarters as even more of his red dick slithered out. Her cuntal hair clung together in wet curls along the edges of her pussy lips. She sat up and watched in dazed fascination. She could see the tendons in her inner thighs bulging out whenever the big dog slurped upward through the slippery length of her cuntal cleft.