Chapter 13

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.