Chapter 13

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 Wee 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 Jeans 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.