Chapter 21

At first, when he'd found the open door to the room where he'd imprisoned the dog and the animal gone, Shannon had experienced a cold emptiness at the pit of his stomach. What the hell had happened? Madeleine would never have let the damned brute out, but Annette would... if she'd gotten the chance... and in order to have obtained that she would've had to put Madeleine out of commission...

He'd ran through the house and taken the stairs three at a time, only to come up short in the open doorway of the bedroom where he'd ordered the girls to stay. Christ! They were there all right, dog and all, so godamned involved in a three-way orgy that they hadn't even heard him come pounding up the stairs. Even Launcelot's normal protective instincts had evidently been so overshadowed by his ruttish heat that he'd failed to detect the newcomer's presence.

Shannon could only gape in amazement at the unbelievably licentious sight. Both girls were completely naked: Annette sprawled on her back with her cream-white thighs yawning wide while Madeleine, with her beautiful round ass thrust high in the air, lay with her face nuzzled tightly in their prisoner's wet, down-covered genitals, her tongue licking furiously at Annette's pink, open cunt, and mounted behind Madeleine with his forepaws clutching at her waist and hips, his near-foot of thick scarlet animal prick jack-hammering between her quivering, upthrust buttocks, sinking its full length into the coral, velvety flesh of her moist hair-fringed cunt, was the godamned Great Dane, fucking his heart out.

In his eventful and too often wicked lifetime, Shannon had never witnessed a more obscene sight that he could recall, nor had his cock ever leaped into hardness any quicker than it had right at that moment. He was damned near overcome with immediate lust and he clutched at his swollen member inside his trousers as Madeleine emitted a loud moan and began to chant and wail, her head raising to toss wildly from side to side while her soft sensuous body jerked and convulsed on the thick and squirting animal cock that was ramming and shooting its load like a fire hose up into her soft white belly. It was at the precise moment that she fell forward burying her face once more in Annette's crotch that he reached down and tore open the front of his pants, releasing his jumping and already aching shaft. He said: "Is this a private party... or can anyone join in?"

Annette raised to her elbows and craned her neck to see him in the doorway. She wasn't certain, but she doubted that Madeleine had heard him, and as she stared in shocked surprise she realized that the fly of his trousers was open and he was holding his heavy-looking cock lewdly in his hand, his pelvis thrust slightly forward. She felt her face flushing shamefully at the thought of him standing there watching their salacious performance, and then Launcelot interrupted with a vicious growl and she ordered him to the floor and to silence. Meekly, the animal obeyed as Shannon walked toward the bed gripping his long, thick prick, and she found her eyes suddenly locked upon it in rapidly growing fascination.

It was then that Madeleine also realized someone had entered and sat up with a start, her mouth dropping open guiltily at the sight of him, her immediate humiliation giving way quickly to astonishment when she saw that he was holding his rigid, heavy rod in his hand.

"Mon Dieu! Shannon, cheri," she gasped, her face a glowing crimsom. "I didn't hear... that is... I... we can explain... Wh--What are you doing... ?"

He was, in fact, undressing as fast as he could and grinning at the same time. "What the hell do you think I'm doing? I'm getting ready to join the party, baby... even up the score with that dog, eh?"

"Wh--What do you mean, Cheri!" Madeleine stammered. "Please... I couldn't help myself..."

"No?" Shannon continued to grin as he dropped his shorts down his long muscular legs and stood naked before the two embarrassed, staring girls. "And that's my problem, angel... I can't help myself. I figure if that dog can fuck my mistress, then I can even the score and fuck his... logical?" His keen, hard blue eyes narrowed lustfully and centered upon Annette's sleek willowy nakedness. "How does that strike you, Ma'm'selle?"

"If... if I say the word, Launcelot'll tear you to pieces," Annette replied sharply, but confusedly, her passion once more aroused by the carnal sight of the thick stalk of rigid flesh jutting out in an upward arch from his lean hairy loins, yet, unable to accept willingly this man who had deceived her, whose prisoner she was, and who might even be considering murdering her if her father failed to meet his ransom demands. God, in truth, she hated him... and she didn't intend to be taken by a man she hated...

"Please, Cheri, you mustn't," pleaded Madeleine, getting off the bed to stand between him and Annette where she lay. "Mon Dieu, she means it, Shannon... the animal is a killer. I couldn't help myself... I had to let him..."

"Shut up!" he snapped at her, pressing her to one side not too gently. Then, to Annette who hadn't moved except to close her thighs: "I'm going to fuck you, doll-baby... and if that canine makes one move toward me I'll crush his elephant skull with a chair. Now... you going to take it willingly... or do I rape you?"

Annette couldn't avoid the tiny galvanic tingles his lewd words raised inside her, nor control the thrill of excitement his pledge caused to ripple along her spine. She stared at him round- eyed, her line of vision once more fixing upon his stiff, thick sinewed cock, and as she gaped he drew the heavy foreskin back exposing its huge purplish, rubbery head and causing tiny droplets of its seminal fluid to ooze from the split at its tip. A tiny series of shudders spiraled through her and she felt the gooseflesh standing out on her naked skin.

"D--Damn you!" she gasped finally.

"Please, Shannon..." Madeleine tried once more, reaching for his arm, but he shook her off and began to move slowly toward the bed.

"Spread 'em, Baby-doll... spread 'em wide," he hissed. "'cause this Yankee bastard's going to fuck you like you've never had it before..."

"Damn you! Godamn you... !" She groaned out between hard clenched teeth and began to move, but Shannon climbed onto the bed, grabbing her as she tried to roll away. Roughly, he pressed her onto her back and forced his way between her kicking legs as Launcelot growled and gave a start, his great muscular body tensed and quivering, yet, unmoving in obedience to his mistress' last command.

"How'll you have it, Baby-doll... a fucking in the mouth or pussy... or maybe you'd rather take it in the ass for starters?" Shannon hissed down at her, his weight cradled between her forced- apart thighs, pinning her body while his big hands held hers tight to the bed.

Annette trembled in rage, fear and hate; still, she was aware of the hot churning desire the sight of his massive prick had re- kindled in her belly, along with a certain twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her confused mind. She struggled, throwing her head from side to side, tears of frustration streaming down the edges of her cheeks.

"One... one word from me, damn you and Launcelot would kill you!" she reminded him, spitting the words up at him between clenched teeth.

"Don't try it, sweetheart... not if you value the dog's life," warned Shannon firmly. "Just answer the question... which way?"

"You... you yankee bastard!" she snarled viciously, but giving up her struggles.

"Oh God, Cheri. please don't... ?" Madeleine begged from where she stood beside the bed gaping helplessly down at them, realizing even as she spoke that her words were falling on deaf ears.

"You want me to decide for you?" Shannon taunted, grinning obscenely as he ground his rock-hard shaft against the tender, sensitive, pink moist slit in Annette's defenseless crotch. "You seem to like the sucking approach... maybe, you'd like to eat a little cock first, eh?"

"Oh God... !" Annette moaned helplessly. "Fuck it! Go ahead... fuck me, you yankee bastard!" she hissed at him, the fire licking through her loins at the brutal contact with his huge prick, spurred further by her sheer helplessness and the obscene position in which he was holding her. "Well... ? What're you waiting for... an engraved invitation? Come on... fuck my cunt! Now!" she half-screamed up into his salaciously leering face, wiggling her buttocks in lewd, suggestive fashion.

Shannon needed no coaxing. He let free of her hands and reached down to draw her legs up and back over her head before she hardly realized what was happening, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the mattress on either side of her shoulders. Her tortured body was bent back double, the sudden pain of her strained muscles raising an agonized little groan from her throat. The glistening, flattened plane of her delightful crotch was presented up to him to ravage as he would with his thick cock aimed straight at her defenseless upturned split. Suddenly, his heavy body crushed down on her twisting form, smashing her taut breasts tightly back into her chest. His heavy rod plunged into her unresisting cunt like a blunt fence-post, pushing the velvety moist folds of sensitive flesh in rippling waves before its cruel turgid head.

"Aaaauuuggghhhhhhh!" Annette grunted loudly at the sharp, brutal impalement, even more surprised now at its heavy-veined thickness as it soared up into her, ramming painfully against her cervix. She winced beneath the agony, but it was only a temporary shock that soon passed as the greedy moist walls of her vagina clasped around the massive shaft voraciously, the hair-lined lips slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. His bloated balls smacked hard into the wet, naked crevice of her buttocks and she moaned in masochistic degraded humiliation at the pleasurable pain surging through her.