Thread: The Name on The Mailbox Reads Jones  (DeRe & AndNich123)

A satiated glow suffused Clive as he stood back from the girl. He felt like a bug which had just shed its carapace, and was reborn refreshed and unblemished. The whole experience had been cathartic, a purgative for his soul. Now Clive could take the time to step back and savour things, a connoisseur of sadism. He watched Amy step towards the girl, feeling an almost abstract detachment, like he was taking in a movie. A slight quiver ran through him as she spoke, talking about how she relished the colours of the girl's abused body. Always the artist, he thought, quietly reveling in the poetry of his wife's distinctively unique perspective. He saw the shift in character as it passed over her, like a shadow moving across a wall. Nobody but him could have seen the crisp frosty look that suddenly glazed over her bright and friendly eyes. She was showing him the private self that no-one else had ever known about. It thrilled him so utterly that she would shed her people suit for him alone never had he experienced a more erotic thrill. Their complicity and mutual trust was an wordless bond, the unspoken language of love that only the most intimate of couples could know. Then she went to work, as he sat back and watched. Clive had an undisguised fascination with the way his wife toyed with their playthings. In Amy's smooth, capable hands the girl was like a musical instrument, and she a virtuoso performer. Certainly, he marveled at the way he could do things to a body and a mind that Clive himself could never conceive of. For a few moments the struggling girl made eye contact with him, as Amy prepared her tools. Clive plunged deep into the terror-filled grey pools that blinked at him. It was a recognizable place, almost wearisome in its familiarity, as he knew wretched creatures like this girl quite well. No doubt she was some careless college kid caught in life's breeze, far less capable than she thought she was. After a few rough bouts with the knuckle-dragging louts on campus she had decided to be daring, and take a chance with another of her sex. That had led her to the club, and into the smiling kind gaze of Amy. No doubt the hapless ingenue though the confident, sensual older woman would have been the perfect guide into a new realm of happiness. But now that woman had turned into a flame-haired fiend, taking the girl's body to a place of pain so shocking, she had never imagined its existence. It was with a swell of pride that he watched his beautiful wife climax as she tortured their toy. He had seen Amy sigh and shriek, cry and moan, in countless ways as he pleasured her. But never did she seem to enjoy such pure ecstasy as when he she was performing with him in a time like this. Clive knew that his gorgeous wife didn't solely enjoy violating the girl - her primary thrill came from doing it in front of him. It was, especially today of all days, the greatest expression of love he could give him. I really am the luckiest guy in the world, he said, standing up awkwardly as his erection throbbed angrily. Amy returned her tools to their place, chatting as nonchalantly as if making plans for dinner. Clive chuckled slightly as she wrinkled her nose, he always found it so adorable. And speaking of lucky, come along now Bailey! He snapped his fingers and the glossy-coated Alsatian bounded over from where it had been patiently sitting in the corner, watching its pack at play. Clive tore away the remnants of wrapping paper from the trembling girl, and released the catches holding her bound wrists and ankles in place. Then he rolled her off the slab as casually indifferent as if he were dropping a sack on the floor. Swiftly he seized the girl's slender hips, digging his groomed nails in tight to keep a hold on her sweat- and cream-covered body. He positioned her roughly on her knees, pushing her head down to the floor so that her petite, toned ass now flashed pale and slick in the dull light. Grinning at Bailey, he cooed Wait for it boy! Wait for it! Then he looked over at Amy, who was about to don a dressing down. No need for that baby, stay in your glorious nakedness a little while more - consider it a final present. Then carefully placed his foot atop the girl's head, forcing it down against the floor beneath his black leather shoe. Bailey watched on transfixed, a thick coil of drool slowly snaking down from his panting maw. Mount! said Clive in a sharp clipped voice. In a single smooth movement the burly dog leaped upon the struggling girl, penetrating her in a smooth practiced move. Its forepaws closed tight along her flanks as its powerful hind legs began thrusting rapidly. From behind her gag the girl began making noises that were barely human, as the dog's cock balled into a knot and began inflicting a unique and horrific agony deep inside her. I say, darling, drawled Clive, but Bailey has certainly taken a shine to the little bitch!