body, that in spite of her fervent wish of sanctity, her body wouldn't allow her any peace or solace until it was satisfied, until it was satiated from the artificially induced desire for sex. And Sharon, looking up with pleading eyes saw that cruel twinkle and she knew that her pleas would be ignored, that there was no hope for her, even at this point of no redemption. She was sick, she thought to herself, for her whole being still seemed to demand more perversions to be visited upon it, and she still quivered with the tingling sensation of unsatisfied lust. What was the matter with her? Was she really the whore that actually enjoyed the depraved and lewd acts that these evil men mercilessly subjected her to?
'Hold her hands for me, please, Master,' Wafto requested. 'She might get a little violent. Her little asshole looks as though it has never tasted the sweetness of a cock before.'
Lord Marlowe put his massive hands on her shoulders, forcing her head down to the rug, and imprisoned her head between her legs. 'You'll learn to enjoy this, my little innocent,' he told her. 'Wafto here is a master at virginal openings.'
Sharon couldn't believe what he was saying. She hoped that the kissing of her vagina, which had been so pleasant and sensual had been all that was in the minds of the dwarf and his master when first the runt had approached her from behind. Now she could see that her worst fears were to be realized. She had prepared to give whatever was wanted of her, but this wasn't human! It wasn't right! They couldn't mean what they said… they were trying to frighten her, to make her crawl and beg! The decrepit little hunch-back wouldn't dare make love to her there!
She clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together in a reaction to the horrible thought. But again Wafto slipped down and kissed her between the soft, upturned crevice, licked and sucked the twin hills of her pubic slit, and as if of a mind of its own, as if already trained by what he had so deliciously done before, her thighs automatically widened to his searching lips, and again the juices of her excitement flowed unhampered.
Wafto could sense from the building tempo of her body that she was as ready as she would ever be, that all of his previous labors were going to be repaid in full and token coin. He wanted her now, to explode inside her rectum with a rhythm that matched her own cries of fulfillment. The spoiled little bitch — she'd never just want plain sex again, not after he was finished with her. All the years he had spent in bitter humiliation and subjugation began to bubble over in a boiling cauldron of hate and lust. His long, immense cock ached with the anticipation he was building, while he worked at her loins with his hot, punishing tongue. With some difficulty he slithered to his feet and worked his hips into the now wet and glistening openings of her buttocks.
He held his gleaming penis tightly between his fingers with its blood-filled head poised at the tight elastic opening of her anus, and watched with lewd eyes as the puckered ring flexed like the mouth of a fish gasping for air. He ached all over from the thought of this lovely young wife kneeling in abject servitude, to be used for as long as he wanted.
'Kneel up,' he ordered, eager for the ultimate subjugation of her trembling body.
Sharon hesitated for a moment and felt his hand on her hips jerk them high in the air, making them wave in an open invitation to the cruel ravishment about to begin. Her anus throbbed in abject helplessness.
'She wants it, Master,' breathed the dwarf. 'Oh, look at that hairless little thing pucker and beg!'
His hands grasped harshly at her hips and then the blonde wife felt the dwarf's cock impress itself against the naked split of her behind. It was so huge! She gasped at the first contact, for she hadn't expected such magnitude from such a stunted man. She could never take it all; it would split her rectum in half! She jerked forward, tears of frustration brimming in her eyes.
'Hold her!' gasped Wafto.
Lord Marlowe's hands dug into her shoulders and he sat heavily on her trapped head. She was wide and helpless before the unnatural onslaught of her loins and she could feel the enormous penis of the hunch-backed dwarf probe harder as with a slight pop the tiny elastic ring of her rectum opened momentarily and then closed back over the smooth rubber head of the dwarf's cock. She screamed and groaned but her sounds were muffled by her position. There was no one in the world who could help her, and all that existed was the excruciating torture of her anus from the shrunken pervert behind her; no escape from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack. The blunt intrusion of Wafto's cock vibrated every fiber in her body, pushing the soft, rubbery flesh inside her anal canal in waves of pain and pressure before it. She grunted in submission, relaxing as best she could, until she suddenly felt the coarse hair of his loins smack against her buttocks. The cruel, thick rod was buried to its hilt!
Wafto muttered obscenities and gasped with sadistic pleasure and began to fuck without mercy far into the hidden depths of her belly, bringing further sobs of misery from the young wife's anguished lips. She had never felt so soiled or debauched in her life, and her whole being seemed used and filthy. Wafto lunged the full length of his deformed body, pulling the tiny pink ridges of her clasping sphincter ring out with the base of his cock as it withdrew for yet another lunge.
Sharon could dimly hear behind her kneeling body his grunts of pleasure, and in spite of the fact that she was hopelessly held like an errant slave before its cruel tyrant, she wanted to strike back at the humiliation and pain that was being heaped upon her. In spite of the agony, she clasped tightly her anal muscles around the huge penis.
'Aaagggg!' Wafto groaned. 'God, she's tight!' Panting and exerting all the energy of his tiny body, he thrust forward still harder. 'So wonderful! Tight… and wonderful, Master!'
The degradation was too great. Sharon had to work to end it all, and she began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of the dwarf's penis, undulating her body and swinging her buttocks in tiny circles, clasping and pinching with every cell of her body. She couldn't stand for the indecent sodomizing of her rectum to continue one second longer than necessary, and to end it she wanted to make the dwarf cum as she had made Lord Marlowe do in her mouth a few seconds earlier.
'You can let her up now, Master,' Wafto said. 'She's hot to be really fucked!' The dwarf groaned again and surged into her with renewed power. He knew that she was his to do with as he desired, that she was his slave prepared to follow his commands, that there was no resistance left in this innocent young wife whose husband was at this moment a thousand miles away. He would give it to her now as she had never had it — and she would learn to love it — she was loving it now, for as he watched her with beady eyes, her arching back and hollowing buttocks worked as if she was a female demon, her long blonde hair falling over her face and around her neck as she squirmed lewdly and salaciously in front of him.
Lord Marlowe, now that his job was finished, smiled evilly at the couple, and then walked over to where Lena Alvaro was cumming for the second time with her dildo. He chuckled and said: 'Isn't that a sight to set your blood roaring? Look at me. I've got another hard-on already.'
'And…?' Lena licked her lips.
'There's another dildo in the cabinet, my love. A double one, with eight-inch phalluses, I believe.'
'Marvelous!' whispered Lena excitedly. 'That means my Lord wants to indulge in sodomy as well, only performed on him. And all the while I will enjoy the other half of the delightful rod buried in my cunt!'
'Precisely, ma chere,' he said, and kissed her.
Sharon bucked and churned her body beneath the dwarf, grunting and groaning with him, encouraging the hunch-back to end it and fill her behind with his orgasm. Wafto sensed her frantic need and rammed her quivering buttocks, gripping her thighs with all his might to pull the tightness of her anal flesh back over his expanding cock. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her young body bucking before him, and the sadistic desire to hurt rippled through him as he jogged with searing thrusts up her forever stretched anus.
Still worse was the realization in Sharon that the vast hurt, the overwhelming pain his first brutal invasion had initially caused, and the subsequent pumpings of his huge organ had then ripped from her flesh — this torture was rapidly declining, and in its place was a building, warming, seething flame of sexual pleasure. No longer could her conscious mind deny the existence of delight, that she had gotten a great deal of satisfaction out of sucking Lord Marlowe to completion, and that the taste of his semen was sweet and lovely and now was a mellow ambrosia in her stomach.
The lovely blonde wife, who had never before been introduced to the wildness of group sex, of having a release of her female desires with more than just her own lawful husband, had to now be honest with herself. Yes, she was being subjected to the worse of perversions and the most humiliating of situations. Yes, the total submission of her modesty before the lewd gazes and actions of these two men and the woman she had considered a friend was too much for her tortured mind to accept. But yes — she was also reveling in it now. Was actually enjoying the tingles of excitement which coursed through her blood and made her bobbing nipples harden and
