Cylvia. Her girl-friend's name was like a cancer in Lonnie's mind. The thought of that bisexual bitch and the flagrantly lewd acts she had performed on Lonnie's body, of her willingness to have that Sam Zeigler seduce the heretofore faithful wife, her constant desire for further perversions… What had possessed Cylvia to do such things? What did the lovely blonde woman have against Lonnie? Lonnie had trusted her, accepted her as a friend and protector, and for her to lead Lonnie into perversion and participate while her helplessly drugged body was subjected to the most depraved indignities – was there some thing in her nature which enjoyed seeing the humiliation of others?

Then, with an anguished groan of realization, Lonnie remembered that she herself had been drawn by the ravishment of the young girl by the monstrous German Shepherd. She had been repulsed at first, but then she had watched with fascination, her own unleashed passions, permitting Zeigler and Cylvia to take possession of her hungry body. She was no better than they were, merely newer at the games; hadn't her own body bucked and twisted in its own lustful fulfillment beneath her attackers? And hadn't she actually instigated some of the perverse forms of sexual delight? God, yes… she had, she had…!

She unbuttoned her bathrobe and once more inspected her radiant, shining white body, this time not looking for outward signs of damage, but traces of dissipation. Strange, she admitted, no body would know that I had been fucked and sucked half-crazy by both a man and a woman last night…

She concentrated on her breasts, and thought of how Sam Zeigler and Cylvia had taken their taut, puckish uplift and made them come alive.