Chapter 6
Sam Farrel was drunk again, seething with anger at his. wife. She had been nosing around too much lately, and was screaming at him, from the other end of the bar now, as drunk, or even drunker than he was.
"How is that young cunt, anyway, Sam?" she cackled, raising her glass in a toast to him. "You sure like that young pussy, don't you. friend?"
It was all Sam could do to keep from punching the rotten bitch in the face, or just throwing his whiskey glass at her, drink and all. Her once pretty face was twisted up into an ugly sneer, now, and her eyes dull and -rimmed with red lines.
"Pipe down. Lydia," he hissed through his teeth. "The guests don't want to hear about your ugly suspicions."
That much was true, he thought grimly. He looked around the room at the bored, anxious and offended faces of his guests and could imagine what was going through their minds. She had been hitting the sauce since before dinner, and now was in a raging torrent of anger.
He wondered just exactly what had set her off. There was a band playing, thank God, and most of the guests could only hear . her screaming, not the words that poured, like venom, from her lips.
He thought he had slipped out of the party unnoticed, but he was beginning tb get the idea that he hadn't. From the way she was coming on at him, he guessed she had seen him sneaking out.
She was smiling at him crookedly, now, her grin vicious and drunken, not at all pleasing to his eye. He shook his head, grimly, and turned away from her glare, trying hard not to get too drunk and angry himself.
God, he thought, I'm tired of this shit. I ought to just pack up and leave her flat. And go where? I ain't got no money, and the bitch sure wouldn't give me bus fare out of here.
She had him trapped, he realized, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. But if she didn't quit screeching like she was, he was going to bust her one in the nose, he just knew.
It was lousy for business, and he was well aware that more than once in the past, their loud arguments had driven guests away. He supposed he would have to play lovey-dovey with her in a little while, just to shut her up.
Slowly, Lydia made her way, stumbling, over to where he sat. She plopped down in a chair beside him and laughed thickly. "I know where you been, Sam," she chuckled drunkenly. "I know what you been up to!"
"Oh yeah?" he snarled, turning and gazing at her with hatred in his eyes. "Just where might that be, cunt?"
He was completely unable to keep the vicious anger out of his voice, though he knew that he was goading her into a violent outburst. Somehow, in his foggy state of mind, it just wasn't worth the effort to be nice to her.
"You don't know anything, you ugly pig," he sneered cruelly. "You just feel like running off at the mouth, that's all."
Even the bartender was edging away from them now, a worried look on his face as he sensed the explosion coming. The band had kept playing through all of this, though their music was off-key and rambling with the tension in the room.
Lydia sneered back at her husband, the rage and disgust with him and herself rushing through her uncontrollably. "Running off at the mouth, am I?" she cackled loudly. "Well, I wonder what Whirlwind would say to that?"
Sam froze at the mention of the horse's name. A cold chill ran up and down his spine and he began to shake uncontrollably, then. His eyes flashed open wide and he found it hard to swallow the whiskey he had in his mouth.
Lydia, seeing that she had struck a sore spot, nodded ruthlessly. "That's right, you fucking animal, I followed you," she snarled viciously. "I saw what you made that poor little cunt do, I saw you make her suck off that horse!"
The room had gotten still all of a sudden. Her voice was loud, way over the volume of the band, and in a few seconds, evert they quit playing to listen to her. She laughed again, savagely.
Sam was trembling with rage and horror, for. he could see that his drunken wife was telling the truth, and about to reveal it to everyone. "Shut up, you fucking bitch," he hissed at her coldly. "Are you nuts? Keep your God damn mouth shut!"
She laughed at him savagely. She turned to the assembled guests, now all listening to her attentively. "Yes, friends, my dear husband is a pervert," she chuckled, waving her glass around in a lurching fashion. "He forced one of our guests, a dear, sweet little thing, into performing the most outrageous of acts!"
Bellowing with rage, Sam crossed the room to where Lydia was standing and knocked the drink from her hand. He took her by the shoulders and shook her ruthlessly.
"If you don't shut up, I'm warning you, Lydia," he snarled at her harshly. "I will break you in two, you fucking cunt!"
She slapped him across the face with her open palm and the crowd gasped as they heard the echo of the stinging blow. "Fuck you, Sam," she snarled back at him. "I'm telling them everything, I'm sick of your perverted stunts!"
She turned and grinned, crookedly, at the crowd. "If you folks only knew what a sick beast this man is," she laughed once more. "His idea of fun is to watch some poor woman get it on with a fucking animal!"
Something snapped in Sam Farrel at that moment, he roared as if a wounded beast and spun his wife around. He drove his fist squarely into her nose, and the sick sound of the bone cracking filled the room as his punch landed.
She sailed away from him and landed on her buttocks on the floor, moaning as the blood began to stream from her wound. He pulled his belt from his jeans, quickly and doubled a loop around his hand.
People began to edge toward the door but he screamed at them wildly. "Anybody leaves this room, I'll break their fucking neck," he growled. "I'm gonna teach this bitch a lesson, teach all of you a lesson, and you're all gonna watch!"
He reached back into his small holster and pulled out the little pistol he always carried for hunting vermin. He waved it around the room wildly, and the assembled throng gasped in fear and horror.
"Yeah, that's right, you fuckers," he snarled at them. "I'll kill the first son of a bitch that tries to leave this room, understand?"
He fired a shot into the ceiling and the women in the room screamed, while the men hurriedly pushed their way back from the door and into the center of the room.
Lock that fucking thing," he hissed at the young bartender.
-Quickly the young man rushed to the door, turned the lock and brought the key over to where Sam was standing. He pocketed the key swiftly, then shoved the young man away from him, and turned to his moaning wife.
"Okay, cunt, you want to run off your mouth, we're just gonna show these fuckers what you mean!" he laughed. "Take off your clothes, bitch, now!"
Wiping the blood from her nose, Lydia trembled in fear and moaned, softly. "God, Sam, you're crazy," she gasped. "You've gone nuts!"
Viciously, he lashed her with the thick, wide belt, cracking it hard against her shoulders. "I said strip, bitch!"
She screamed in pain and hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it from her shoulders. She unbuttoned her jeans and ran the zipper down, then slithered out of them and her panties at the same time. She sat on the floor, still bleeding from her nose, her firm, hard body quivering in terror.
Groaning, she watched as Sam grinned at her viciously. He whirled the belt around his head, and as she turned away, brought it down hard against her now, naked and defenseless shoulders.
The pain bore into her like a knife as the belt landed. She screamed in agony and jerked forward onto her belly from the force of the blow. At .once, he cracked the thick, wide strap against her quivering buttocks and she sobbed and wailed with new and even more savage pain.
Again and again he brought the belt down upon his helpless wife. She sobbed and screamed, twisting and turning under the vicious blows, her creamy, white flesh growing red and welted from the falling lash.
"You cunt, you're gonna show them, all right," he gasped, cracking the belt hard against the base of her spine. "You're really gonna show them, bitch!"
She crawled along the floor, slowly, moaning as the blows fell again and again. She could hardly breathe from the pain she felt, and finally she was so beaten and in such agony, that she could no longer even crawl away from her husband's savage attack.
He was breathing heavily now, gasping as the effort of beating her took some of his energy out of him. He threw the belt aside, then, and bent down, pulling her up to her knees by her hair.
"Now, bitch, you're gonna show these fuckers just what you meant," he growled at her. "Unzip my fucking pants, bitch, right now!"
As she fumbled with his zipper, he snapped his fingers to Max. lying" in the corner, watching all that had happened, with a look of excitement in his eyes. The big shepherd quickly joined his master, snarling and yelping in turn.
Lydia had Sam's cock in her hands, now, as she was kneading the thick shaft into full erection. Sam laughed thickly, and nodded, patting the hard side of his dog as his wife worked on his tool.
"You know what to do, bitch," he growled at her again. "Get Max hard, too, cunt! You're gonna give these folks a show!"
Lydia groaned in horror and shame, but realized she had no choice. Her husband was clearly insane, now, and would not take no for an answer. Quickly she reached beneath the dog's belly and found his cock, throbbing already with anticipation.
The dog barked wildly as Lydia fastened her fingers around his cock, squeezing it powerfully in her grip. The animal was whimpering as Lydia squeezed and kneaded his meat, and in a few moments, the creature's shaft was thick and hard, throbbing savagely against her gripping fingers.
Sam laughed happily as he watched his wife fondling the dog's prick, while working steadily on his own. He moaned in pleasure as her fingers traveled up and down on his prick, pinching ,and tugging on his flesh in a determined manner.
He rocked on his heels, his flesh on fire with the touch of his wife's hand, his balls pounding with the come that was beginning to churn in his sack. The dog was yelping its pleasure, now, shifting on its hind legs, bucking spasmodically as Lydia continued to massage the beast's thick, long spear.
"That's it, cunt," snarled the big man, his voice thick was amusement and pleasure. "Get us both ready, bitch, get us both hot for your mouth and pussy, you pig!"
Lydia moaned as she continued to fondle her husband's and the dog's prick. She worked her fingers up and down both shafts, feeling the hot blood surging in them, listening to their moans and whimpers of delight.
The crowd was thrust into speechless shock by what they were seeing. They could not believe they were watching this woman being forced to masturbate both her husband and an animal at the same time.
A couple of the women in the room had already fainted, and the rest of the crowd was both terrified by Sam's savage anger, now, and sickened by the sight they were viewing. No one dared move toward the door, however, and they remained silent and frozen in place as the spectacle went on.
Now, Sam's cock was throbbing painfully against his wife's kneading fingers. The aching blood was racing up and down the length of his shaft, and the thick helmet of his tool pounded savagely.
The dog was yelping continuously, now, jerking and shuddering spasmodically, trying to wedge its nose between Lydia's tight, locked thighs. Sam laughed in delight, gasping as the pleasure roared through his flesh at an uncontrollable rate. He nodded his head in satisfaction, the anger and whiskey roaring in his brain, along with the passion, by this time.
He didn't give a damn for anything in this moment, other than showing all these rich creeps just how much power he had. He only wanted to stun and shock them, show them that he was in control here, that he told all of them what to do.
Lydia moaned as she felt the two cocks pounding in her hands, roaring with hot, angry greed. The animal's prick felt as if it were burning in her fingers and she pinched it, moaning softly as she realized her ordeal had just begun.
Sam groaned and suddenly pushed his wife away from him. "On your knees, cunt." he hissed at her, then. "On your hands and knees like the pig bitch you are!"
Sobbing, Lydia did as he commanded her to, turning around and kneeling away from him. She felt his fingers reaching between her quivering thighs, and gasped as he began to pinch and pull on her pussy lips. He thrust two fingers rudely into her pit, twisting and turning them as he buried them deep inside of her aching cunt.
She moaned as her husband methodically pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, now, rolling them back and forth to widen her passage. His cruel digits scraped against her inner walls, ruthlessly, and the creamy lubricating juice began to flow from her pit, from the mere friction alone.
"Getting her ready, Max, ready for you, boy," he laughed cruelly. "Just you wait, pal, she's gonna be nice and wet for you in just a few minutes!"
The dog was bounding around his master and the kneeling woman, yelping with excitement now. His cock was quaking back and forth between his legs, still thick and hard, bright pink with its erection.
The crowd could not believe it, when Sam pulled his fingers from his wife's pussy, and came around in front of her. He pulled her head up by the hair and grinned at her savagely, now.
"You guide old Max into you, bitch," he hissed at her viciously. "And suck on my prick at the same time, see? Both of us are gonna come in you, pig, both of us at the same, God damn time!"
Gasping with horror and shame, the woman nodded as her husband thrust his groin at her face, and the dog began to mount her at the same time. She opened her mouth wide to accept Sam's cock, and reached behind her for the animal's throbbing prong.
To Lydia, nothing mattered now but getting this disgusting and horrible event over as soon as possible. She' grasped hold of Max's long, thick spear and tugged it toward her pussy, while Sam thrust his prick deep into her throat in the same moment.
She gagged as she felt the cock slithering down her tight, moist tunnel. She choked and frantically relaxed the muscles of her warm, silken tube, then groaned as Max found her cunt with his thrusting shaft.
The crowd hissed in horror as they watched the beast thrusting into the woman's pussy. The dog was leaning over her body, now, pumping wildly in and out of her pit, even as she began to bob her head up and down on her husband's tool.
Both cock's began to slide in and out of her, then, thick, hot and pounding, they rammed into her mouth and cunt with savage fury. There was little that she could do other than quake and tremble, enduring the ruthless, obscene thrusts.
Max barked and yelped, pounding his prick into the woman's pussy with a primal fury. He whimpered and shuddered as he ravaged her pit, thrusting his belly against her buttocks as he fucked her wildly.
Sam held his wire's head tightly in his hands, rocking back and forth as he slid his meat in and out of her sucking mouth. His flesh throbbed with pleasure and he laughed at the indignity she was suffering in front of the imprisoned guests.
"Fuck the dog, bitch, suck my cock," he moaned thickly. He drove his prick deep into her throat and shivered uncontrollably as her lips and teeth locked hard around the buried spear. "Yeah, get us both off, you pig, both of us, now!"
The dog slammed into her cunt, ruthlessly, now, barking and pumping completely out of control. Lydia could feel the creature's tool swelling thickly in her cunt, growing harder and hotter as its orgasm neared.
Her husband pumped his prick back and forth along the velvet canal of her throat, and she felt his shaft, too, expanding to the point of bursting against her lips. She sucked as hard as she could on the cock, and used her cunt muscles to urge the dog on, rocking with the sheer force of their thrusting attack.
Suddenly the dog was barking loudly, pumping his prick into her in a frenzy. She felt the hot burst of come spurting from its prick, searing the flesh of her pussy and she realized with shame and humiliation that the rest of the room could see his climax, clearly, then.
Sam laughed in delight and rammed his cock. into her throat once more, even as the beast was still coming in Lydia's pit. He groaned and shuddered, then the come began to spurt from his rod, also.
"Suck it up, pig. I'm coming, now," he moaned, pumping his bursting tool in and out of her mouth, wildly. "Swallow it, whore, swallow every drop of my come!"
Gulping frantically. Lydia swallowed as much of her husband's seed as she could. She moaned under the continuing attack of the dog at her pussy, sobbing as the bitter-tasting semen invaded her mouth from Sam's spurting weapon.
After another moment, the dog leaped away from her, and a few seconds later, Sam pushed her away, rudely. She gagged as she fell to the floor, choking and sobbing with the come dripping from her mouth and cunt.