Thunder rumbled with foreboding violence somewhere off to the west above the lush, surrounding hills of the valley. Yet, stars twinkled now and then in the warm, summer-night sky where the patches of gathering clouds didn't obscure them. A pale half-moon outlined the small town's hushed streets when the sweeping masses permitted, determining century-old, framed houses and great, gnarled elm-trees lining the ways. A white, wooden church-steeple that had stood in Cresent Valley since its founding some five-score years passed, dominated the heart of the settlement.
It was late, nearing midnight, and the town square, along with its two-blocks of locked business establishments, rested in the feeble, silent glow of sparse street-lamps and occasional neon tubings of vivid reds, greens and blues. A distance off in the hills, an animal, a stray wolf perhaps, wailed an eerie howl that carried across the uneasily sleeping valley. Then, the unmistakable sound of rhythmic footfalls against pavement grew louder, shattering the ghostly stillness. By the dim, artificial light, one could make out the trim figure of a young girl moving rapidly as she hummed to herself in a timorous voice and turned onto the darkness of Cypress Street, purposely ignoring the far-end of the square where the town hall loomed. Immediately, her tiny feet began to gain in tempo.
Lightning, but not of the jagged, bolt variety, momentarily illuminated her night world as she walked with increasing speed along the nearly pitch-darkened street toward her home. Her young mind was not at ease and she hummed as if to deny that to herself. She was thinking that her Uncle Link could get quite up-tight when she stayed out after eleven ... and it was almost midnight. But they'd been having such a good time dancing and talking that she'd truly forgotten about the hour. She hoped that he wouldn't be waiting for her ... and if Nell Carter was there he wouldn't be ... that was a near certainty. She could well surmise what he would be doing with his bleached housekeeper from L.A. ...!
The lightning flashed again, startling her, following by the vibrating roll of distant thunder. It would storm tonight, she thought. Last night it had nearly broken when she'd accompanied Uncle Link and the men on their frantic chase after the wild dog pack. She hadn't wanted to go, but he'd insisted. She was an expert rifle marksman and a capable horse-woman, prime requisites when the sheep were being threatened. She'd had no choice but to go, and God ... she would never forget it! The way her uncle had clubbed and tortured that wild, fawn-colored female dog! What a beautiful animal she had been, too, and almost ready to whelp. It sickened her now as she remembered the vicious manner he'd used to beat the beautiful animal rather than shoot her. Some of the men had actually cursed him ...
"Dammit, shoot her, Chief! You don't have to torture the bitch that way ...!"
But for a few minutes he'd been like a maniac, as if he'd lost all control! There'd been no stopping him; he'd hardly heard a word any of them shouted at him.
"For Christ sake, stop it, Unk! No need for that ...!"
"Shut up, you damned fools!" he'd roared at them, clubbing the wailing crippled animal, but only hard enough to break its bones and not kill it. "You want your goddamned sheep raided night after night ... or do you want to put an end to it? Well ...? This is the way to do it! The rest of that pack has got to hear her cries! That's the only way to drive them off ... throw the fear of man into them ...!"
Maybe, he had been right, she didn't know, but the ordeal had affected her as nothing before in her teenaged life. Even in the despicable hatred she'd suddenly felt toward him while he was cruelly killing the dog, certain sensations of incredible excitement had filled her, causing her young body to tremble and cover with chilling goose-flesh. God, it had been weirdly exhilarating! Yet, only moments before as she'd waked through the square, she had kept her eyes averted from viewing the poor dead thing where she hung on the flagless pole in front of the town hall. There was something about her uncle's hanging of the animal's senselessly broken carcass there that nauseated her, but once again he'd insisted that the wild pack would know and stay clear, that the massive German Shepherd which led them would understand "in his devil's soul that he'd met his match ...!" Yes, he was probably right ... violence seemed to be the only way in this world ...
Split seconds of brightening flashes again made familiar surroundings discernible and Annie Purcell, sixteen-years old, hummed louder to herself as she quickly tripped along toward her Uncle Link Morgan's home, unaware of the avenging eyes intently watching her approach. Had she been closer when the skies briefly glowed she might have caught the glistening reflection from the gold medallion that hung from a chain at the throat of the huge German Shepherd dog. She might even halve seen the figure of an eagle embossed on one of its sides, or the ancient Roman centurion on the opposite ... or perhaps, the name inscribed in circled letters: Caesar ...!
The sleek and powerful animal had stealthily slipped into Crescent Valley once darkness had blanketed the town. With embittered patience, he had lingered in a nearby wooded slope waiting for the shadows to lengthen, his unique senses vindictively tormented by the cruel, drawn-out death of his mate. He had watched the unnecessary torture and instinctively thought of his young in her belly. Around him, the pack had uneasily milled at her agonized cries, certain males daring to move in close, as if to challenge his leadership. But a growling warning had been sufficient to shy them off. There was nothing to be done, he accurately sensed, when the human chose to destroy them ... nothing, only retribution!
Now, he clung in motionless silence to the shadows of the overgrowth, his burning amberish eyes piercing the night as if it did not exist. He watched the girl's approach and knew her from the night before. There was youth and vivacious beauty in her movements, his inimitable instincts told him. Earlier, he had stalked the house not a half-block away of the brute-man who had so cruelly killed his mate. Then, he had intuitively moved toward this overgrown excavation where a human's shelter had once been started and not completed. Only the pit where the cellar had been dug, its stone foundation laid and nearly hidden beneath scrub brush, remained. There, he waited, a mysterious and indefinable power advising him of the oncoming girl and her relationship to the man and the town he had sworn his animal vengeance against.
... Sometimes, maybe too often, when she was alone and uneasy in the darkness, Annie thought of her parents and that fateful night they had the accident on the way to San Diego. It was futile, even foolish, she knew; they were very gone ... long ago ... and now there was only Uncle Link, but she couldn't help thinking about them sometimes.
Well ... she did love her uncle. He'd been good to her; besides, he was her mother's brother and only living relative. But ... but the way he'd begun to look at her lately, too often in fact, especially when he'd been drinking, which was every night ... His eyes ... the gleam in them, and the twist to his mouth ... God, it frightened her. It was those times that she was glad that Nell Carter was in the house. Perhaps, she was being silly ... after all, he was the town's Chief of Police, and certainly he'd never made even one out of the way advance toward her in the six years she'd lived with him. Really, it was unfair of her to harbor such feelings. He had enough enemies in the Valley as it was without her adding her name to their list.
Still ... why had he felt it necessary to torture that beautiful female dog before he killed her? She had never seen him like that in all of the many hours they had spent together hunting and riding. It hardly seemed that such brutality was necessary, even in this callused world. Yet, she still couldn't deny the strange feeling of almost obscure excitement it had given her! God, she wasn't some sort of sadist like they talked about in sex-education at school, was she? Maybe it was inherent ... in the family blood! Hadn't she actually become all goose-pimply and keyed-up, seeing him wielding that club across the beautiful animal's back ...!
M-My God ...! Wh-What was that ...? F-for a moment ... she'd thought she saw eyes ... burning eyes like glowing coals in that brush ...! What on earth could it be! M-Maybe, she b-better start running ...!
Caesar anticipated the long, chestnut-haired teenager's frightened move seconds before she made it, and with furtive swiftness bolted from his hidden place to confront her there on the narrow sidewalk!
In overwhelming horror, Annie froze! She stared in awesome disbelief at the massive creature's viciously bared fangs gleaming in the faint moon-light! Her breathing choked in her young throat at the blazing eyes that were fixed on her and the ferocious, deep-throated growl that the huge beast threateningly gave forth! Had she tried, she knew that she could not move ... her legs were growing numb, as if they were petrified! It was him ... the wild pack's leader! The thing around his neck glistening in the moonlight ... she had thought she'd seen such a medal when they'd chased and gotten close to them the night before ... ! Oh ... Oh God ... he was moving toward her, crouching, preparing to leap ... ! Scream! Scream ...! She tried, but couldn't ... and then, mercifully she fainted ...
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... Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through Annie's young belly as she lay limply on her back, a maze of disconnected thought-waves suddenly swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her and she tried to move, but stopped at the sound of a low, animal-like snarl. She opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there unmoving, the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a weirdly rising excitement. Her teenaged brain functioned in its effort to restore normalcy. W-Where was she ...? It was dark ... yet there was a half-moon and ... and stars ... wh-what had happened ...?
Thunder filled the darkness of the warm summer air as simultaneously, further charges of stimulating arousal raced through her youthful loins and belly. Annie raised her hands to her throat in revived fear. She lifted herself to her elbows with the full brunt of her returning memory. Then, by the flash of revealing lightning, she saw that she was naked ... wholly and shamefully naked ... saw that she was lying with her legs obscenely spread apart ... and ... and that the massive wolf-like German Shepherd was standing between her thighs--his tongue laxly out and his great head lowered just above ... above her pantyless vagina!
Again, fire-filled sensations charged through the young virginal core of her naked body. The warm, wet contact of his saliva-drenched tongue spread open the sparse, hair-lined lips of her tight young cuntal crevice, Waving its sensitive, pink inner-flesh with a taunting upsweep that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion brushing over her! My God! He ... he was licking her down there between her open thighs!
Had she been petrified prior to fainting, Annie was now shockingly panic-struck. The unbelievable sight of what was happening between her naked, widespread legs, the realization that the vicious animal was actually licking at her virginal young pussy with his hot, wet tongue, was about to drive her hysterical. Yet, somehow, she knew that she must retain control of herself if she were to come out of this alive! To struggle against him in any way might bring him fiercely charging at her throat!
She couldn't restrain the whimper of extreme dread when, by the next flash of lightning, she saw tatters of her clothing ripped and strewn about them. God, he must have torn them from her with his teeth! Wh-what sort of animal was it that would do such a thing to a human female ...? She gaped at him through the darkness which her eyes were growing accustomed to, and saw his own burning orbs staring hotly at her as he continued to obscenely lick and nuzzle at her helplessly exposed vaginal lips. A tremor of incredulous sensations caused her to convulse in her shameful nakedness. Oh Cod, he-he was almost human ... that expression in his unrelenting eyes ... and what he was doing to her nakedly stripped loins!
Oooohh ... what he was doing to her! She'd never known such sensuous feelings in her belly, and her pussy, in spite of her fear, felt as if there was a hot little fire glowing inside it! Even ... even her breasts tingled in excitement, she realized, as she mentally cupped, then pinched their tiny, hardened nipples ... But ... but this was insane! My God ... the dog would kill her before he was done ... tear her to pieces! She had to keep her head ... to get away from him as soon as possible! Maybe ... maybe, if she just jumped to her feet and ran ...? God, she had to do something; he intended to kill her, she felt certain of that ... and ... and maybe even eat her ...!
It was the latter horrible thought that made Annie feebly cry out, then attempt to scramble onto hands and knees and blindly crawl away. Caesar waited only long enough for her to reach the all-fours position before unleashing a savage growl, stopping the curvaceous, naked teenager in icy-veined terror. She uncontrollably sobbed out, the fear-filled, choking sounds little more than animalistic whines in the gripping anguish of her unbelievable horror. From that point, the huge dog never seemed to hesitate, but moved as if his intentions had been predetermined. He mounted her from behind, his powerful forepaws clutching at the soft, white flesh of her youthfully cubed hips, his wet tongue hanging loosely from his rapaciously open mouth!
Annie dared not breathe! She was that terrified with his sudden clamber up behind her unprotected nakedness, his strong, hairy forelegs clutching at her narrow waist and the arch of her hips! Hadn't she seen animals do it together like this a thousand times? Good Lord ...! Her firm young breasts quivered and swayed beneath her chest from the jarring force of his luridly obscene position behind her defenselessly upraised buttocks. Then suddenly, she felt the gold medallion that hung from his neck grazing the smooth-fleshed hollow of her nude back! He ... he was going ...going to do it to her ... as if she were nothing more than a ... a whining bitch dog!
"N-no ... no, please ...!" Annie heard herself whimper as something long and pointed probed wetly back between the nakedly raised trembling mounds of her softly trembling buttocks and lewdly spread thighs. Her brain swam once more! My God, she was a virgin ... and he was going to do it to her ...!
At that precise moment, whatever additional thoughts she had were abruptly swept away when she sensed the nose of his hardened animal-penis prodding at the tight, wet mouth of her defenselessly spread vagina! Dear God, no ... no! She desperately tried to squirm away from the vise-like grip of his encircling paws, but it was useless, and like a charging, white-hot lance, the solid thickness of his long animal-cock spread the soft hair fringed lips and forced its way up into her saliva-slickened little vaginal passage with a slight, wet popping sound and rippling the smoothly yielding walls wide apart before its bevel-tipped hardness!
Annie gasped for illusive breath as the huge length of blood-filled dog-penis stretched and filled her young cuntal channel like a muscular arm rammed into the sleeve of a child's garment, its pointed end smacking heavily back up against the very base of her tender, young cervix. Again, she choked out a whimpering gasp, while the great beast who was mounting her from behind snarled out a low commanding growl of triumph, then began to animalistically hump and fuck up into her!
The teenager's mind was a vortex of unheralded, emotional sensations! Her entire head vibrated with the pounding blood racing through her brain, while her youthful white body that was bent nakedly before the wild fucking dog, quivered and convulsed in the throes of unknown, sensuous agony. Her vaginal-passage felt as if it had been impaled with the heavy, sawed off limb of a tree; yet, at the same time, there were weird spasms of intensively rising desire filling her! Nevertheless, she compulsively fought the sensuality, her sickened, fear-filled mind concerned only with the horrifying animal fucking she was receiving from behind!
It struck her then that his heavily burrowing penis of hardened animal-flesh had ripped her wide open! She'd felt the thin membrane of her maidenhead give way with a bursting stab of pain, and she was certain the vicious beast had horribly torn the expanded little hole of her vaginal mouth! Oh God, she might bleed to death there in that deserted cellar if he didn't kill her outright!
Again, with a twisting lurch of her naked, youthful body, she tried to shake free from his long, piercing thick hardness from her cock-filled young pussy, but her efforts were in vain. Caesar's fierce growl chilled the very marrow of her teenaged bones, while his powerful hairy forelegs clutched possessively at her soft waist and hips! Thrusting! Thrusting! Like a searing firebrand it slithered in and out of her helplessly clasping, young cuntal channel, spreading the virginal passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long, wild cock deeper and deeper up between her helplessly spread thighs!
The panting Caesar's mystical intellect made the mighty dog aware of the young girl's sudden resignation and surrender before him. Briefly and in desperation, she had struggled at one last frantic attempt to escape before hopelessly subjecting herself before his conquering attack. He sensed the resistance draining from her naked, human flesh, as it did with his own female bitches when he selected and demanded from them. A spirit of exhilarating revenge raced through his savage body as he watched the upper portion of her smooth, female back drop until her face and young, human breasts were flattened down against the softness of the grass, the rounded mounds of her soft, white buttocks raised submissively to his vindictive assault. This, he instinctively knew, would not breathe life into his torturously murdered mate, nor his young that she had carried into death with her, but cryptically imbedded in his animal-brain dwelt an ancient law driving him on... lex talionis ... the ancient roman law of retaliation and revenge!
Through his unfathomably keen senses he felt his long, lust-hardened penis slithering forward with a wet charge until it was entirely buried in the clutching moist heat of her tightly clinging female passage, his swollen, sperm-laden testicles swinging down and slapping hard against the soft dampness of her lightly curling pubic hair. Mercilessly, he bucked and plunged into the hot, yielding cuntal flesh, hearing her feminine moans and feeling the trembling nakedness of her smooth, white buttocks flattening up against his belly as he attempted to skewer her onto the last remaining inch of his thickly lengthening rod of hotly driving flesh!
Though her young brain was still overwhelmed with the incredible obscenity me wild, wolf-like dog was committing on her helpless, naked body, Annie could not ignore the sensual incitement his enormous animal cock had almost immediately set off inside her. At first, his savage thrust into her virginal young loins had nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony of its huge hardness bursting into her. But now, the stark horror and shame of the shocking animal-rape itself was forgotten, only the invading presence of the brute's long, thick cock plowing open the sensitive, resistant flesh of her never before entered vagina, registered in her mind. Like a hotly reaming piston, it had raced into her unprotected pussy, until in seconds he had rammed it all the way up inside the vainly resisting channel! Desperately, she had fought for breath while tears of pain streamed down her cheeks and her convulsing body struggled in its vulnerable nakedness to be free! But as the brute relentlessly continued to fuck up into the liquid, wide-stretched flesh between her lewdly upturned buttocks, the pain seemed to dissolve into impossible sensations of intensely growing arousal, equaling those which his hot, Waving tongue had first spread through her trembling young belly! Oh God, if she were sinning by succumbing to him, let it be! Oh God ... Let it be ...!
Now, as unthinkable as it was, she had begun to feel the texture of his sleek animal coat beneath his belly brushing teasingly against the opened, smooth mounds of her nakedly exposed buttocks, and she pressed her face and tingling, nipple-tipped breasts harder down until they were flattened and groveling onto the grass-softened earth!
Her young brain reeled with the unbelievable intoxication of what was happening to her! She, a virginal, teenaged human, being attacked and actually raped by a wild dog, as if she were a bitch-animal of his own kind!
O-oh God, w-was it really taking place? And why did she think of a wild dog us "he" rather than "it" ... as if the brute were human, himself ...? There! There! She'd done it again ... "himself!" I-It had to be his mesmeric hard animal-cock that was wildly filling her burning pussy-hole! Never in her life had she felt so lust-filled ... or even known the lewd, obscene sensation of wanting to be fucked ... fucked ... fucked until she was almost dead from the joy of it!
"Oooohh ... ooohhh ... yes, yes ... do it! F-fuck me, fuck me harder like that!" Annie hissed with a trembling whisper, twisting her earth-dirtied, young face to gape back and up at the panting beast avengingly fucking into her. She was helplessly impaled all the way up to the testicles on his huge animal-cock and heedlessly reveling in newly discovered joy at its unnatural possession of her newly awakened young cunt!
She breathed a sensual moan of passion from her lust-moistened lips, and began to move uncontrollably backwards with rhythmic gyrations to meet Caesar's ravaging thrusts. His forelegs clung to her softly curved hips like strong, furry arms, and she began to wantonly undulate her curvaceous young body back at him in the perpetual undulations of the female whore down through the ages.
Though she could hardly govern her awakened natural desires, the teenager's intuition told her that with them she was, in some weird way, winning the favor of the massive, wild animal fucking inhumanely into her receptive young cunt. That insane belief, and that alone, dammed away the terror and shame she had known in the beginning. Only youthful, secret lust filled her now as she rotated her white, smoothly rounded young buttocks backward in answering little circles to the beasts wildly plunging cock, giving her naked self fully to the erotic wonder of the lewd animal fucking she was receiving back in her now eagerly absorbing young pussy.
He would spare her because of his sexual attachment, realizing she was more than a friend, perhaps a mistress ... like the fawn-colored dog had been to him before she was so cruelly killed! She knew that much of animals, thanks to Uncle Link. And she knew as well that they ... every man in the valley ... would not rest until this wild brute was dead, once they learned what had happened to her! There was no one to tell the ugly truth, to reveal the whorish manner in which she was voluntarily grinding her lewdly spread nakedness back onto the huge dog's beautiful driving cock! Animals couldn't speak ... they couldn't talk about their master's indiscretions like the slaves of history ...!
Caesar knew and welcomed the hot, wet clasping of her desire-clenched vagina back onto his thrusting length of hardened maleness, an inbred, unquestionable sensation of male domination momentarily sparking the depths of his wilderness keened brain. The lower, more base instincts of her soft, human body had taken control, even as her supposedly superior mind fell into complacent lust. It was natural; she couldn't help it, he discerned as he humped more heavily up between her open buttocks. Such were the inevitable plights of the human ... had once been his own, and perhaps would be again ... but now ...!
Annie wished there was some way she could bend her head all the way back up under her kneeling body and watch his enormous, pleasure-giving dog-cock disappearing inside her tightly clasping pussy! God, she was little more than a deplorable bitch ... but she'd never even imagined such erotic bliss! Just to see it ... see it fucking in and out up inside her hot, wetly clasping cunt lips that had hardly ever known more than her own tiny finger! But, at best, she could only visualize their orgiastic spectacle, the mere thought of their lewd, unnatural coupling sending unknown, salacious excitement raging through her passionately aroused young body. She groaned aloud in her all consuming passion and ground her softly yielding buttocks back hard against his strong, mercilessly battering animal-flesh, sensing the tiny rivulets of moisture building wetly in the smoothly rotating crevice separating the whiteness of her asscheeks. Then, she felt the tiny streams beginning to dribble down the backs and rhythmically working tendons of her supple inner thighs, while the sudden mounting pressure in her loins and belly signaled that something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside her!
In and out, in and out, Caesar rapidly fucked the slavishly kneeling girl, a wet staccato of flesh-slapping sounds hollowly filling the open, dark cellar, his keen animal-brain savoring a measure of vengeance in his human rape of her helplessly naked young body. His powerful, hardened penis was bursting into her as if she were some ripe fruit, destroying her chaste mind forever, he knew, and therein lay his revenge upon the humans who had destroyed his mate. Between each thrust, he sensed her tender young vaginal passage relaxing, then swallowing his solid length back up inside again and holding it fast in a hot, hungry clutch of eagerly working cuntal muscles. He saw her smooth, white body tense and relax again and again beneath him as she began to incessantly moan. His great organ seemed to grow and harden even more when he felt the soft, fleshy ridges inside her hot contracting belly giving way before his unsparing assault.
Again, she twisted her head to look back at him and he witnessed her mouth suddenly gasping open, but the coming scream half-choked in her slender young throat. Instead, she began to toss her head wildly from side to side her long chestnut-hair flailing about her naked shoulders. She had reached the beginning paroxysm of female orgasm, he perceived, when she began to savagely swivel her rounded, white buttocks hotly and crazily back against him like any of the rutting bitches of his own wild dog pack. His tongue hung loosely from his panting mouth as he fucked with heavy, buttock flattening humps up between the soft, furiously undulating mounds of human, female-flesh. Once more, she screamed, this time, her cry piercing the night while she rammed deliriously back onto his huge thrusting hardness, and he drove it mercilessly forward to begin spitting its hot, wet semen in bullet-like spurts deep up into her young hungrily clasping cuntal passage!
Caesar felt her smooth, rounded buttocks begin to contract and jerk back against his hotly empty testicles, uncontrollably hollowing and tensing, indicating the zenith moment within her voraciously quivering young belly. He felt the thick, wet combination of their orgasmic release seeping out around the flushed lips of her rhythmically throbbing pussy lips as her hot, clutching young vaginal channel ravenously squeezed and pulled at his rapidly spurting penis.
She fell forward then, away from him, her legs still spread wide apart, and in the light of the half-moon her rounded white buttocks glistened wetly from his expended semen. He could see her opened pink flesh and the soaked dark hair of her ravished young loins, as she breathed heavily in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he stepped over her outstretched nakedness and raised his head toward the moon ...
Across the uneasily sleeping valley, an eerie howl split the heavy silence, causing men and women to restlessly toss in their beds ... a harmless stray wolf, perhaps ...
Chapter 2
The chilling, wolf-like cry had sent a tiny tremor rippling over Jean Blakely's curvaceous, naked body, and she snuggled backwards in the bed, up tighter against her young husband, finding reassurance in his sheltering, rugged masculinity. He stirred with the movement, making her realize that she was tickling his face again with strands of her long blonde hair. His strong hand cupping the resilient flesh of her left breast started to move away, then returned as if in after-thought to reclaim the firm, full mound, and she felt the length of his flaccid penis possessively seating itself tighter back between her buttocks, the pubic hair of his lean pelvis pleasurefully brushing against their yielding, sensitive smoothness.
She quietly sighed in drowsing unrest. Her soft belly and tingling sperm flooded vaginal walls still fluttered with little throbbing spasms from the rapture of their love-making. It had nearly happened this time, and she was confident that very soon they would discover the intimate formula. Most of all, she had made him happy; all else, even her own fulfillment, was of secondary importance ... but the animal's lonely cry had seemed to add to her uneasiness.
Wide awake once more, Jean's novelly devoted young mind fell into thought. It was just that everything was so strange to her, she supposed ... and she loved him so much. Their marriage, Crescent Valley, this new and foreign life away from the city, the latter all that she'd ever really known ... it was such a different existence ... except for his being a law-enforcement officer.
She'd vowed, after watching her Mom's many many nights of worry that she'd never marry a lawman ... and here she was, happier than she could ever have dreamed possible. Of course, with Mark it was a little different; he was a deputy sheriff in an almost rural district, while her dad had been a Los Angeles detective with his life constantly in danger, but why couldn't Mark have been a druggist, or a carpenter, or ... or ...? Ridiculous ... lying there thinking such nonsense ...! He was Mark Blakely and she loved him with every ounce of strength she possessed! In fact, she couldn't imagine him being anything else but a deputy sheriff; he looked so handsome in his uniform. Besides, if he'd chosen any other career she probably would never have met him! Certainly, he wouldn't have been in L.A. attending the police academy seminar for that week, nor could her father have invited him home to dinner ...!
And what a beautiful, whirlwind seven-days they had been: first, the double-dates with Steve and Carol; then, the private ones of their own ... and the very first kiss! Shortly, Mark's proposal had followed. Lord, she'd thought she was going to go out of her mind with happiness! Mom had guessed before they'd even had a chance to tell her, Jean remembered, smiling to herself in the darkness, and Dad had just stood there beaming proudly, waiting to give them both his blessing.
Two months ago, yet it seemed like yesterday that Judge Wilton had pronounced them man and wife. It hadn't been at all what she'd girlishly envisioned as her wedding, but neither she nor Mark had wanted to wait another minute. Besides, he'd had to get back here to the valley and she'd had no intentions of letting him come alone ... nor had she really known one single moment of regret over her snap decision. She'd loved him from the very first instant their eyes had met, and that, she knew, would never change regardless of what he did to her... or what he couldn't do ... But that wasn't fair, that last uncalled-for thought, she mentally reprimanded, angry with her self. Gently, she caressed his big, virile hand warmly cupping her naked breast, brushing with fervent affection the soft masculine hair that grew sparsely along its back. He would soon discover the intrinsic key to bringing her to orgasm, she reassured herself, a tiny passionate tremor rippling over her once more, the erotic anticipation nearly as satisfying to her young, voluptuous body as the unlocked moment itself might be ...
Though he hadn't moved any portion of himself, except his face to escape the perfumed taunting of her silken hair teasing at his chin, Mark lay wide-eyed, well aware of his new young wife's sleeplessness. Again tonight he'd failed, he confusedly thought. And she'd been almost there, that much he felt certain of, but he hadn't been able to hold back his cum any longer! Damn, she was so lovely ... her breath-taking body ... so soft and white and roundedly curved at every strategic point ... he had only to look down at her and he was lost! He'd cum like some sort of unleashed, pumping fountain, his bloated balls achingly pressuring the sperm from them in wild, spurting gushes that had damned near torn him apart! And after that, what could he possibly do for an encore ... even knowing that she was as excited and tighter than a drum inside, hoping, just hoping and giving herself to him ... only to be left played with, but never released? What else was there for her outside of wrapping her soft arms around his neck as she pressed her warm smooth curies tightly against his spent body and passionately whispered how much she loved him ... that it was all right, and maybe next time it would be different? What else ... except hit him in the face with a shoe, or something, the way the wealthy and spoiled Lydia Newell would react? But then, Jean was no Lydia, was she, not his gorgeous Jeannie ...?
Christ, it wasn't even honorable to tie both of them into the same thought! Maybe if he'd waited until things were in better straits here in the valley, he could've made this twenty-two year old golden young Venus some sort of a physically satisfying husband! Not only was Lydia an ever-present menace to their marriage with her sensually vicious body and mind, but there was the rotten drug problem the town had suddenly been exposed to among its young people ... and even worse, the unbelievable wild-dog pack that was raiding the herds for food, plus, the stupid damned stories that were spreading about its huge, mysterious leader. He'd brought her there right in the midst of it all ... his precious Jeannie, exposing her to the worst possible side of the valley. He hadn't been thinking ... couldn't, damnit! He'd been that far gone ... completely and totally in love ... if that term could accurately describe what had happened to him.
Hell, for himself, he wasn't sorry. Like any man, he was too damned lustful. But for the exotically precious young woman he held snugly embraced against him, he couldn't help feel genuine concern. Christ, he loved her so damned much! If only he'd used his head, or heart, instead of his brainless hard cock to do his thinking ...!
"You're awake, aren't you, Darling," he heard her softly whisper in a statement rather than a question. "I could tell by the way your hand began to squeeze and stroke my breast."
"Y-yes," he breathed, feeling her trying to cuddle her intoxicating, nakedness back against him even closer, her smooth little hand holding his that was intently clutching the firm resilience of the unbelievably full mounds on her chest.
A revived sensation of desire charged through him at the meaningful squirm of her satin-smooth buttocks back against his cock between them, causing it to lurch into the first stages of re-hardness and she passionately whimpered. He kissed the crown of her head, even as thoughts of Link Morgan, Lydia Newell, and the ferocious dog-pack with its wild leader raced through it. Why he should think of them, and especially a brute animal at such a time, was unanswerable! She was so beautiful, so softly luscious, so absolutely feminine ...!
"W-what's bothering you, Darling?" she whispered.
"You. Just you, Baby ... nothing else."
"Oh darling ..." she said, kissing his hand. "I-I know you want to mean that ... but there's something else on your mind ... Already, I can tell, and I've only known you two-months. You can't lie to me, Mark ... not ever ... Please? What is it? Let me worry with you? Isn't that part of our life together?"
He didn't answer right away. Then: "Of course, Baby. I'll always tell you," he lied, feeling protective in the act. "Minor things, really ... day to day details that I have to be concerned with ..."
"What about the dogs?" she asked in a hushed tone.
"The dogs?"
"The wild-pack everyone is talking about that raid the sheep?"
"What about them? It happens all the time."
"Not according to the women in the neighborhood," she quietly replied. "Old Granny Obert said something about it being a hundred years ago when the valley was first settled that dogs actually ran wild like this. And ... and she insists that ... that they had the same leader ..."
"Good Lord, Jean! You can't believe that medieval nonsense! Dammit, those pipe-smoking, nursing-home cases ought to be carted away!" Mark snapped, rolling onto his back and letting free of her breast.
Immediately, Jean turned over, crowding close to hug him. He could see her lovely heart-shaped face by the light of the half-moon filtering in through their open window.
"Well, don't get angry with me, Sweetheart," she entreated. "I'm only trying to tell the deputy sheriff what's circulating around town ..."
"The deputy sheriff can't do a damned thing in this little burg!" he snapped, not meaning to sound angry. "His jurisdiction begins at its town-limits. Inside those barriers, Chief of Police Link Morgan enforces the law ... such as it is ..."
"Darling, Darling, please ...? You're beginning to sound mean."
"I don't intend to ... I'm sorry," he said, his brain suddenly filled with the memory of the three boys he'd picked up for pushing dope at the Valley High School. He'd turned them over to Link and nothing had happened yet, not even a hearing before Judge Collins ... but then, even the Judge was on Link's pay, wasn't he. Goddamnit, how could you maintain law and the citizens' rightful peace in an area like this with such as Link Morgan and the Newells? They controlled! Damnit, sometimes he was tempted to ask Sheriff Hester for a transfer! He would if it wasn't for his Dad ... dead now, killed by Link's accidental hunting bullet ...! Yeah, he would because of Jeannie, but he knew he'd never be able to forgive himself! The sons of bitches! Goddamnit, he never should have brought her there until it was all cleared ...!
The telephone interrupted his thoughts. Jean let free of him as he fumbled for the light-switch then the instrument setting on the table beside him. She tensed as it rang again. There had been only a few such night calls since their marriage, but each of them had been serious enough to take him from her ... auto accidents ... a robbery ... and ...
"What the hell are you saying, Doc?" she heard Mark incredulously blurt out. "The Purcell girl ... Link Morgan's niece ...? My God ... did he maul her ...? What ...? Th-that's impossible ...! I can't believe ... listen, I'll be right there, Doc ...! Have you called Link? Okay ... okay, I'll be right over ...!"
Jean could hardly believe the appalled expression wrenching the handsome features of her husband's rugged face. He was staring at her, but frighteningly not seeing her, she realized. Whatever it was all about, the knowledge of it had actually drained the blood from his chiseled features!
"Wh-what is it, Mark?" she hesitantly asked, sitting upright in the bed and pulling the sheet up over her nakedness as he hurriedly bolted to the floor and began to dress.
"What ...? Oh ... an accident, Honey ... there's been an accident ... nothing for you to worry about," he managed after a moment, as if her were pacifying a child.
He was lying and she blew it, that thought alone sending an icy chill along her naked spine. He would never he, only to protect her, or keep her from worrying ... "A-Annie Purcell, you said ... and ... and did he maul her ... please, Darling, tell me the truth ...?"
"Damnit, Jean, it's nothing for you to concern yourself with!" he snapped as he strapped on his holstered pistol, then went to the closet and brought out his shotgun. His sharpness of tone, rather than offending her, only added to her anxiety. "Just go to sleep ... and I'll be back as quick as I can ..."
He started out the door, then, as if on second thought, crossed the room to close their bedroom window, that surprising act almost completely unnerving her.
"Why did you do that?" she brusquely questioned. "Would you like to have me suffocate here in my ignorance, too?"
She saw him swallow tightly and move toward the bed, bending down to kiss her. "Please, Baby ... I can't explain now ... there isn't time. I've got to get over to Doc Emory's," he said, stroking her back as he warmly kissed her lips. "Just trust me and do as I ask ... all right?"
"Al-all right, Darling ... I'm sorry ..."
"I know ... now try to get some sleep ... and don't worry."
"I-I'II try," she promised as he smiled back one last time before disappearing through the doorway.
* * *
Some dozen men in hasty dress had gathered in front of the Doctor's house when Mark drove up. Most of them were carrying rifles or shotguns, and the others, he assumed, were armed one way or another. He snapped his own shotgun into its accessible bracket and stepped from the patrol car.
"Hello, Mark," a naselish voice he recognized as Fred Clark's greeted, the tall, thin man approaching him. "I found her ... stumbling along Cypress Street, naked as a plucked little jay-bird and filthy dirty, poor kid ..."
"Had she been mauled, Fred?" Mark questioned, repeating the question that Doc Emory had not answered.
"Hell ... couldn't tell for sure," the other replied. "Didn't see any blood, but she was crazy, hysterical ... moaning that the goddamned brute had raped her! The wife and I both heard her scream. We only live a hundred yards or so from that cellar, you know ...!"
"Is Link inside?" Mark interrupted him.
"Yeah, and right ready to kill," the informant said. "Cripes, I never saw him so wild, Mark ...!"
The tall deputy pressed through the gathering, moving up the walkway toward the lighted porch. He still couldn't believe it, and would not until Doc Emory repeated his affirmation. Cripes, such goddamned things didn't happen, except in old wives' tales!
"Come in, Mark," Mrs. Emory invited in a hushed voice, opening the door in her night robe. "They're in the living room. The poor girl is sleeping ... Doctor gave her a sedative."
"Thanks, Mrs. Emory," Mark nodded, moving toward the raised sound of Link Morgan's gruff voice. The barrel-chested, unshaven man was dressed in his usual non-uniform of khaki shirt open at the collar, leather hunting pants and boots. He'd been drinking; his small colorless eyes were bloodshot and his shock of white hair uncombed. To Mark, he always looked like a man in his sixties, rather than pre-fifty, the result, undoubtedly, of his own dissipation.
"Hello, Doc," Mark greeted the slight, mustached physician first, then with a nod: "Link. What happened ... how is she ...?"
"I'll tell you what happened, Blakely! That goddamned wild sonofabitch dog raped my niece, and I'm going to hang its hide as high as that bitch on the flagpole in front of town-hall! Only first, I'm going to rip the bastard's nuts off!" Link bitterly snarled, addressing the fact that Mark had warned him against taking an armed posse into his jurisdiction again for any reason.
Mrs. Emory had started to enter the room, but quickly left at the Chief of Police's lurid choice of words. Mark bit at his lower lips, forcefully controlling himself. He said: "What are your findings, Doctor?"
The slight, aging bald man solemnly nodded, giving medical credence to the broad-shouldered police-chief's ranting version. "No doubt about it, Mark ... the beast actually attacked her. Its animal semen was present in my examination. Surprisingly, it didn't harm her in any other way ... oh a few scratches, but they could have occurred when it tore the clothing from her. Actually, she's suffering mostly from shock. I've given her a sedative. She's sleeping in my office ..."
"You mean, the dog literally ripped the clothing from her?" Mark asked in disbelief.
"You're fucking well told he did!" Link roared, raising a waterglass half-filled with liquor to his lips that he had undoubtedly wheedled from the doctor. He gulped half of it, breathing in shortened rasps as he glared at the deputy. "Shredded the goddamned panties and everything else right off her, and Fred Clark was there when I gathered 'em up! I tell you again, Blakely, that devil from hell's got to die! It ain't enough that the pack is killing the sheep, now they're attacking young, innocent girls and fucking 'em like bitches! You tell me that bastard ain't some kind of evil spirit Tom Satan, himself ...?"
"You're talking like an ass, Link!" Mark short-temperedly replied. "I don't know the answer but there has to be one! Maybe ... maybe Annie can give it to us when she's herself again ..."
"You go to hell, Blakely!" the powerful man snarled, stomping about the room, then gulping the remainder of his drink. "I, for one, ain't waiting for that evil sonofabitch to attack another girl in Crescent Valley! I aim to do something about it, whether you lay sanction or not! I'm forming a posse and going out ...!"
"There'll be no posse, Link ... unless I call for them," Mark calmly interrupted him. "I won't tolerate the brutal torture of animals, even vicious ones, the way you did last night. Out there is my territory, and I intend to guard it. I don't intend to have a bunch of liquor-whipped maniacs riding those hills with rifles and shotguns. If you remember, Link, that's the way my father died ...!"
"Wh-what the hell are you saying, boy? That was an accident!" the huge man spat, well aware of the deputy sheriff's meaning. "Christ, could I help it if he wore a jacket the same color as that cougar? You ... you think I meant to shoot him ...?"
"Here, here ... both of you, stop!" Doc Emory stepped in. "You're letting this get the best of you. I know it's a horrible situation, but you must try to work together ... for the good of the community!"
Mark tightly swallowed. He wasn't pleased with his own outburst. "Of course, you're right, Doc. I'm sorry," he said, watching the little man's slow, understanding smile. "I'll place a call to the conservation department immediately. This is their problem ..."
"Problem!" Link blurted. "Their problem! You go to hell, Blakely! This is my problem, and every man, woman, and child in this valley! That fucking brute raped my niece and I don't intend to sit back while some square-headed tree-planter decides to do something about it! You've got twenty-four hours, deputy, and you better hope to Christ that son of Satan doesn't attack another girl!" he roared, slamming his glass down hard onto a table before storming toward the doorway. There, he turned one final time. "I warn you ... twenty-four hours ... and then I defy any man in this valley to stop me!" Mark stood straight and silent, listening to the big man's heavy foot-falls, and finally the unnecessary crash of the front door shutting behind him. In all truth, if everything Doc had said was accurate, he was hardly sure he could blame the police chief ... except that he was drunk, or nearly so ...
"He's upset, Mark," Doc said, breaking the silence. "You know Link ... spontaneous and gruff. He only knows one way ..."
"An outmoded way, I'm afraid," Mark replied, sighing and taking a half-turn around the room.
"Would you like a drink?" the physician invited.
"No thanks. I'd like a bit more information, though."
"Shoot."
"Y-you're certain the dog actually raped her? "
The little man made a shrugging motion. "How certain can you be? Intercourse, yes. The presence of the dog's sperm ... yes ... absolutely!"
"But he didn't hurt hers Doc," the deputy enthusiastically pressed. "You said there were no marks of such ..."
"None. Positively none! And I am as amazed as you are, Mark. It ... it seems almost diabolical, doesn't it?"
"I-I don't know, Doc ... Christ, I really don't know what to think," Mark heard himself reply his mind whirling. "Those ... those crazy tales that women like Granny Obert whisper ... about the brute having done the same thing a hundred years ago ... damn! How old is she, anyway?"
"Ninety four-five-six ... somewhere in there ... she would, or could remember," Doc Emory softly answered. "She's mentioned it to me, you know... the leader, I mean, with that old Roman medallion around his neck ..."
"Do you believe it, Doc?"
The little man offered an excusing smile. "I'm a doctor, Mark ... forty years a practitioner ... I believe only what I see, feel, taste ... know to be fact."
Mark felt a cold shiver move over him. Ridiculous, he angrily thought ... except that he had seen the medallion, too! He said: "Her mentality ... Granny Obert's, I mean, what would you say to it, Doc?"
"Hmmmm, keen ... especially for a woman her age, Mark. Very, very keen ..."
"Yeah ... I thought so ... I've talked to her, too ... but I wish she'd leave Jeannie alone," Mark said, slowly folding downward onto the edge of the davenport. "It ... it can't be true ... can it, Doc ...?"
The little man had poured himself a glass of wine. He quietly sat himself into a chair across from Mark, sipped first, then stared off beyond. "I truly don't know how to answer you, Mark. I've spent a lifetime in my profession and this is the first case of its nature I've ever encountered. I have to deal only with the facts, I repeat, that's the nature of my profession. Yours requires more, and that's your problem, if I may. But to answer you, Mr. Deputy Sheriff ... can it be true ...? I say, everything is true until it's proven false ... and that's the law of the universe!"
"But ... but ... it can't be, Doc? Christ, it can't be ...!"
The little man smiled and nodded as he plucked at the end of his mustache. "I know," he said, "I know ..."
Chapter 3
The fear that hung heavy over the town of Crescent Valley was reflected in the faces of its citizenry the following morning. On the streets, in the shops and within its several bars, men gathered to recount the terrifying rape of little Annie Purcell in solicitous tones punctuated with vile curses, their anger at Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely for refusing to allow a hunting posse into the hills, an open vent for their concealed inner-panic. Something had to be done and right away! It wasn't just a matter of protecting their livestock any longer, not when a ferocious wild dog dared to slink into town and with incredible beastliness actually force a defenseless young girl to her knees and rape her right on the streets!
"Hunt the bastards down, I say!" a whiskey drinking, sallow faced customer at the bar of the Crescent Inn Tavern exclaimed with fist-thumping emphasis. "Chief Morgan's right! Take a posse into those hills and gun the sonsofbitches ...!"
"Easier said than done, Dirk," a second drinker put in. "I was with 'em the other night when Link got the fawn bitch. That pack's as tricky's a bevy of minx. If it hadn't been that she was pregnant, the bitch would've gotten away, too ... and she was running alongside the big German Shepherd with the gold medal ..."
"You saw that medal ... I mean actually saw it with your own eyes?" the first drinker questioned.
"Hell yes, I saw it! Didn't I say so?" the second one proudly insisted. "A big friggin' brute he is too, I'll tell you!"
"The way I hear it, the Purcell girl saw that thing around the dog's neck last night when it ... it attacked her!" the first drinker said, his liquored eyes growing slanted, a certain lewd glint mingled with uneasiness mirrored in them.
"I hadn't heard that," the other replied; then, lowering his voice and leaning closer, he added with an obscene little grin: "But if it was that big bastard, she sure got that tight young pussy of hers full up with cock, I'll tell you ...!"
"Watch it, here comes Link," the first drinker warned. "Morning, Chief. How's little Annie?"
"As well's can be expected," the big man glowered, accepting the space at the middle of the bar the group quickly made for him. "Poor kid's still half scared to death. Sits in a corner staring out the window when she ain't crying. Goddamnit, I'll tell you straight out, I'm going to get that fucking brute, and when I do it'll wish it'd never been born!"
"What do you mean, Link, a posse ...?"
"That's the only way, and you all know it as well as I do!" the burly police chief snapped.
"What about Mark Blakely, Chief?" someone questioned.
"He's got twenty-four hours to do whatever he's going to!" Link authoritatively replied. "And if he ain't brought in that beast and its raping pack by then, I'm getting together a bunch of guns to go up into those hills with me, and I guarantee you that I'll bring the fucking bastard back!"
You're right, Link ... ain't he, boys?" someone loudly prompted, raising an enthusiastic clamor of approvals ... as if in numbers they had lessened the uncanny menace they shared in fear ...
While in kitchens throughout the town, and over backyard fences, women spoke in whispering, apprehensive tones, their unhideable anxiety causing their voices to tremble, as did those of the children and teenagers walking in groups toward the schools, their young faces ashen with frightened expressions. No one of the small town's populace had seemed to have been spared their share of the spectral horror, Jean thought, hurrying toward the Obert's down the street, determined to learn what she could from the withered, pipe-smoking old lady who stared blindly from her rocking-chair and spoke in an aged, cackly voice.
Jean had fitfully slept without Mark beside her the remainder of the night, and at dawn when he'd finally arrived home, his haggard face had frightened her. In reluctant bits and pieces while she'd prepared his breakfast, he'd choked out scraps of the abominable rape, leaving her to piece them together and stare at her young husband in shocked awe. Then, before she could question him further, he was on his feet and moving toward the door.
"You're not leaving now, Mark? Darling, you haven't slept all night. You must be exhausted ..."
"I'm fine, Baby," he'd replied forcing a smile as he bent down to kiss her. "I've got some things to do ... should be back in a few hours."
"Mark ... please ... there's something terribly weird and unreal about all of this, and I'm not exactly an educated scaredy-cat ... but why don't you talk to Granny Obert ...?"
"Please, Jean!" he had snapped her up short. "I've got enough to contend with this morning without listening to a conglomeration of stupid myths. Why don't you bake a pie, or something? l won't be too long ..."
And with that, he was gone, his patrol car "laying rubber" as the teenagers said, when he'd sped away from the curb. She'd been angry, but that, too, had soon passed once she had reviewed what he'd told her, the terrifying story bringing her to sit on the edge of a chair before the wrinkled, parchment-like skinned woman who puffed incessantly at a corn-cob pipe.
"Heh ...!" the old woman grunted, her mouth spreading wide in a display of toothless gums. "I futured you coming Jean Blakely. Saw you in this old brain o' mine ... an' I know why, too! It's him, Caesar, the wild one, ain't it, girl?"
"Th-the dog ... the leader ... yes. Is that his name?" Jean heard herself question, her voice trembling at the aged woman's revelations and tone, watching the other rhythmically rock her chair in tempo to her puffing at the pipe.
"Yes ... that was his name then ... and that's it now," she cackled. "You can see it on the medallion ... the eagle, the symbol of the Roman battle standard ... and the name ... Caesar! Near ... near a century ago, girl, when ... when I was just a squallin' child, he came with his pack ... but I remember ... remember well! Yes ... I remember well!"
"He ... they ... the pack came last night, Granny," Jean said, fighting the dryness of her throat. "A girl ... a young girl was raped ... actually raped by him, or one of them ...!"
"It was him! He did it! Caesar ... and I can tell you why!" the little wizened woman said, momentarily leaning forward. "They killed his mate! Link Morgan, that filthy brute killed Caesar's mate! Revenge, girl! That's what he come for, revenge!"
"But ... but ... my God, Granny, you're talking about ... a ... a dog!"
For a long moment, the aged woman didn't answer, only puffed unseeingly at her pipe as she rocked. Then: "Thinking, young lady ... that's what I been doing. Tryin' to decipher the most positive way to make you understand." She doubtingly shook her head. "It ain't the same anymore ... young folk just don't listen ..."
"Please, Granny, tell me!" Jean pleaded.
Again, the old woman sat in silence, letting spurts of bluish, tobacco smoke out with colorless lip-popping sounds. Then: "All right, little golden girl, I'll tell you! But don't question me ... just accept, or forget what I tell you. Understand ...?"
"Y-yes, Granny ... I understand ..."
"Well then, he ain't just a dog ... oh, he's a dog now, and has been that for a century or more ... but he ain't just a dog!"
"Wh-What ...?"
"Hush up and listen, girl, 'cause I'm only going to tell you this once!" the small, shriveled woman exclaimed. "What he was before, or what he'll be again, ain't important either. What he is right now is what counts! And he's a beautiful animal, wearing the medallion he once earned 2,000 years ago in battle! Yes, he raped the Purcell girl, and there may well be more! They won't catch him, stop him, shoot him ... and neither will they drive him off! This was his valley a hundred years ago, and well do I remember that! A handful of people lived in the settlement, and my own daddy was the lawman! Posses went out to hunt the raiders when the sheep were killed, and time after time they rode in exhausted, and empty-handed. There was no catching the wild-pack, let alone its leader ... a great German Shepherd with a medallion around its neck ...!"
"M-My God! Are you saying that this ... this Caesar was their ...?" Jean cried, spellbound in her spine-chilling, mesmerization.
"Hush, girl! Hear me out this one time!" the old woman insisted, lowering her voice. "Soon, my daughter will make you leave ... so listen now! My mother was a Cherokee squaw. My father, an Indian trader, bought her and took her away from her people ... brought her here and claimed land in the valley. When Caesar and the pack came, she warned him about what would happen, but he didn't believe her. Girls were raped, and scared, drunken men died in the hunt, shooting each other as they tried to destroy the pack! But there was no destruction, no elimination of that passel of wild beasts! Nothing ... until one day they suddenly left of their own accord ... but with them went my mother and several more Crescent Valley women and girls ... went of their own accord because they wanted to ... and to what, blonde girl? To what? ... heh ... what do you think?"
Jean could only sit there and gape at her unseeing, aged, story-teller in breathless awe. She shook her lovely head as if to throw off the illusory cobwebs the old woman had spun. It had to be the monotone of her voice, Jean thought, getting to her feet. She had nearly hypnotized her ...!
"I know ... I know," Granny Obert said, rocking her chair and puffing at her pipe. "You've decided I'm some sort of old witch, haven't you, Jeannie girl! Well ... that's the first stages of belief, my mother used to tell me ... recognizing a witch when you see one ...!"
The withered woman was still laughing when she left, rocking, smoking, laughing, and Jean doubted if she'd heard her goodbye ... but that hardly mattered to her. As she waked slowly toward her own house, she was only concerned with how soon Mark would return home ...
* * *
"Let's have another round of drinks, here, Ted!" Link Morgan ordered, grinning and massaging his heavy-bearded chin. "The men are with me. Blakely has twenty-four hours ... and that takes him up to shortly after midnight tonight ... then, we take over. Right, boys?"
"Right!" the resounding answers came from the men moving in tight to the bar for their free drinks.
"Take over what, Link?" Mark questioned, standing inside the doorway to the Inn's barroom. "What do you have in mind?"
Slowly, the powerful, barrel-chested man turned to face his chosen enemy, his drinking cohorts falling into a sudden silence. A dozen, maybe more, verbal retaliations raced through Link Morgan's brain at that particular moment. But none of them seemed appropriate. He ran his tongue wetly over his thick lower lip and said, "The girl raped was my niece, Deputy! Had it been that new young wife of yours with her cunt split wide open by that dog, how would you feel?"
Mark stood fast, his strong face ungiving. But he hadn't expected that jab. He took several steps into the room and stopped again, his tired brain racing for answers. He suddenly had a whole town to placate, he realized.
"I'm not questioning the nightmare that's happened, Link," he replied in a level tone. "There isn't a man in here, along with myself, who doesn't feel the utmost sympathy for Annie ... and who doesn't want to see that dog pack destroyed! But it has to be ... is going to be, done by proper authorities! Just as I told you last night, Link, I don't intend to see a flock of wild, half-drunken men with rifles and shotguns out there blazing away at each other!"
The big man resoundingly set his drink on me bar, turning fully to face the uniformed deputy sheriff. Accordingly, his own shrewd brain was racing for answers. He said: "And supposing your proper authorities don't bring that sonofobitch down, Deputy? Suppose we move into another night when wild dogs can slink into town and gang-fuck young, innocent girls?"
"I've thought of that, too," Mark replied. "The best thing I believe we can do is post armed sentries ... volunteers to guard the streets ..."
"Oh Christ, that's wonderful!" Link grinned. "Now, we've got to put guards on our streets to safeguard our homes and families ...!"
'That ain't a bad idea, Chief," one of the big man's friends put in.
"Shut up!" Link barked at him without moving his head.
Mark couldn't help but momentarily relive the episode of his Dad's controversy with Link Morgan in this very room those seven years past! And that had been over nothing more than a sporting bet on a horse race, one word leading to another until they'd met bare-chested in the street and his father had unmercifully beaten Link with his fists. Less than two weeks later, his dad had been accidentally shot on a cougar-hunting posse ... shot and killed by Link Morgan ...!
"It's your jurisdiction, Link," Mark said, moving further into the room. "Do whatever you think best. That was only a suggestion."
"Some goddamned situation when you've got to post sentries in a modern town to protect its citizens!" the gray-haired, huge man spat, picking up his drink. "You might just as well know, Blakely, that I've called Frank Hester about this! I don't think he's going to sanction any wild dog pack raping a town's women, either ...!"
"Deputy Blakely! Sir ... telephone!" Ted Green, the bartender motioned. "You can take it in the lobby ... right over there, Sir."
"Thanks," Mark replied, thinking of Link calling the Sheriff as he walked toward the phone booth. He'd undoubtedly done it, all right, called Sheriff Hester at the County Seat to try and throw some weight around. But Mark wasn't worried about that. Sheriff Frank Hester had taken link Morgan's measure a long time back. Frank was a dedicated man, unmoved by politics ...
"Hello," he said, tiredly reclining against the booth's wall.
"Mark ...?" an unmistakable feminine voice questioned.
"Yes, Lydia, this is Mark," he answered, suddenly wondering what had kept her from calling this long. "How are you?"
"So so, I suppose ... but that isn't why I called you, Mr. Deputy," the husky female voice proclaimed. "We lost four sheep and three dogs last night. The sheep we can stand, Darling, the dogs ... no. It's that goddamned pack again. What're you going to do about it?"
"Join it, I think."
"What ... ?"
"Nothing ... just babbling. I'll be out to take a look?"
"Well ... I'd hoped you might. How's the new married existence?"
Mark detected the acid in her tone. "Beautiful," he snapped. "Absolutely beautiful!"
"She doesn't befit you, Markey baby," the throaty voice came back, evenly, yet cutting. "From what they tell he, she's quite a doll. Has the appearance of being unplucked ... that right, Darling?"
He sensed the hackles on the nape of his neck rising. "I'll be right along, Lydia."
"And I'll be at the front gate waiting with two horses and a picnic lunch. It's all up on the west range, Lover."
"Never mind any lunches," he said, remembering the untold number they had partaken of on the A and B. "I only have a few minutes ..." and that's what he repeated as he climbed onto the back of the waiting sorrel she had readied for him. "I only have a few minutes, Lydia ..."
"I know," the auburn haired girl in riding shirt, blouse and boots replied, sitting tall and lovely in the saddle and holding her big bay with skilled horsemanship. "Word carries fast here in the valley, Deputy. My hands tell me that Annie Purcell was deflowered last night, and by dear old Caesar."
Mark couldn't help but glare at her severly attractive young face. "That's not to be taken lightly, Miss Newell," he snapped, reining the sorrel to his presence on the animal's back, and simultaneously weighing his proximity to this twenty-six year old girl he'd known too many years. "The town's is in an uproar."
"I'd expect that ... with Link Morgan spiking it. Right?
"Right."
"Well ... while that Caesar bastard was cavorting in town his uglies were raising hell with our sheep, Darling," she said, her large green eyes engulfing him. "We can stand the herd loss, but they killed three of my best dogs. Something has to be done, Mark."
"We're contemplating that, Lydia," Mark said, heeling the sorrel into motion. "In the meantime, you can make a government claim for your losses ..."
"Oh? don't be ridiculous, Lover. You know me better than that ... besides, I wouldn't know how to begin without Daddy here," she answered, moving along beside him in a walk, making him remember the untold, numerous hours and days they had spent together.
He might have married her, he abruptly thought; it had been that intimately close between them. In fact, he'd carried the supposition for years ... before he'd come to realize that he was below her station. He said: "Is Aaron still in Australia?"
"The last I heard ... but he was contemplating a trip to Spain. Seems if he's met a senorita of sorts who inspires him ... and you know Daddy ..."
"Not really ... but I tried, you'll have to admit that," Mark countered with a smile.
"Ohhh ... come on, Baby," Lydia laughed. "You were too close to the family not to read every one of us, eh?"
"Maybe ... maybe you're right, Lyd," he answered, his tired mind rehashing it all. "Maybe you are right! All the way down to the marrow ... and now, let's get a look at those dead animals, eh?"
"What did you mean by that ... all of the bullshit, I mean! What?" she vulgarly snapped at him. "Right down to the marrow ... what?"
"The west range, you said?" Mark questioned, purposefully half-rearing the sorrel before again digging his heels into her flanks. "I'm going to give her a run! She's aching! Stay with me and take the lead, eh?"
With that, he was gone, the powerful animal readily stretching its legs into a gallop as he expertly posted with it. Ahead lay the rolling, lower greened hills with the great ones beyond where the wild dog pack wandered, and he couldn't help but think of those night creatures as he raced forward in the warmth of the morning sunlight. There could never be anything sinister here, he thought, his weary brain coming alive again as the great animal raced beneath him and the fresh morning air whipped at his face!
He let her go her limit, never reining her waiting for her to fall into her stride ... a lope and finally a keen, uphill walk. Lydia brought the bay up beside him, drawing the animal to a similar walk.
"Was that supposed to be a race?" she lightly taunted.
"Hell, you know better. This gal wanted to run and I gave her head. Where're the dead animals?"
"Back there. A mile or better ... but what's the difference? You believe me, don't you?" she said, suddenly swinging down from her mount and making toward tethering it.
"Whoa, Baby," Mark commanded, then swung down, moving around to manipulate the harness for the sorrel to graze. After, he saw a likely spot with a backing-rock and dropped before it, considering the hard mound as a pillow. In seconds, Lydia was beside him ... and he'd expected that.
"Sort of like old times isn't it, Darling?" she huskily whispered, stretching out so that their bodies touched.
"Sort of ... but not quite, Lydia," he managed, tugging a rare cigarette from his inside pocket and lighting it. "You were supposed to take the lead back there ... take us to the animals, and you didn't. That's par. You couldn't care less about the dead sheep and dogs ... and that's par. You know I have to come at something like this, it's my job, and you planned to use me ... that's par. So ... here we are ... a pair of people, boy-girl, surrounded with the perfect environment ..."
"And that's par," she said, raising up over him and looking down into his face. "Now, that you've analyzed it all, Doctor Blakely, may I kiss you?"
"I-I love her!" Mark blurted. "When I left here, I had no idea it was going to happen, but it did! I love her!'
"You belonged to me when you left!" Lydia hissed down into his face. "Four years we loved, played, fucked! I sucked your cock dry a hundred times! Now, you walk away from me like this?"
"None of that matters!" he managed, realizing the ridiculousness of his statement. "I mean ... Christ, I love her, Lydia!"
"And me ... what am I? Some sort of forgotten whore?"
"D-Damnit ... let's face the truth for once!" Mark gasped, struggling to sit upright. "You wanted someone to play with and you had him! No marriage, Lydia ... face it, I was beneath your station! Wasn't I? And the guy whose cock you were sucking wanted just a little bit more ... like a wife ... and maybe, even kids of his own! So ... that's what's happened, eh? That's what's happened!"
"You're a bastard, Mark Blakely ... but I love you!" she hotly whispered into his face. "I've always loved you!"
"Your father wouldn't let you love me ... even when I wanted it that way!" Mark returned, lying back once more and dragging at his cigarette. "And he knew more than both of us ... because we never could've made it, Lyd ...noway ... noway!"
"Oh ... oh, damn you!" she hissed, rolling toward him and smoothing her hand upward along his inner thigh. "You say these things to me when I want to make love to you ... I want your cock ... I want you the way it used to be ...!"
"It can't be that way, Lyd," he said, grasping her arm trying to entwine around his neck. "Don't you understand? I love her ... my Jeannie ... I love her!"
She sat upright with an abruptness that startled him. The depth of her greenish eyes in rage spat obsessive fire down at him. "You're mine, you bastard! I don't give a damn about your Jeannie ...!" she swore, and he felt her hand knowingly caressing at the front of his pants!
Mark made an effort toward stopping her, but she counteracted that by dropping down onto him, snatching the cigarette from his lips and flattening the firm mounds of her firm, braless breasts against his chest, her hot, moistened lips finding his in an opened-mouth kiss. Her tiny, familiar tongue heatedly wormed its way between his lips while her hand continued to eagerly stroke the length of his uncontrollably hardening cock between them. He could have forced her off him, both of them knew that ... could have fought it right then and there, but he didn't! Instead, he realized that he was suddenly returning her passionate kiss thrusting his tongue into her sweet-tasting mouth in blind, rapidly building lust!
His brain struggled, but he knew it was useless ... he'd been there before! She was unzipping the fly of his pants, and then he felt her smooth, claiming hand easing inside, beyond the cotton of his shorts, its knowing fingers warmly encircling the now blood-engorged thickness of his long, swollen cock! He grunted into her mouth at the erotic caress, letting his arms move around her, his hands smoothing over the small of her back and downward beyond her slender waist to the rising swell of her skirt-covered buttocks.
She broke their kiss, staring almost triumphantly down into his face, the lustful desire in her burning, green eyes causing them to glow like polished ovals of jade. "You may love your Jeannie ... but you need me, Darling!" she hissed in a throaty whisper. "You'll always want Lydia, because she knows how to make love to you ... knows what you want and need ... knows how much you love to have your cock licked and sucked by a warm wet mouth!"
"D-Damn you, Lyd ... you sexy bitch!" he choked, working her loose, riding skirt up to find her lush, rounded buttocks unsurprisingly naked beneath, their soft, yielding resilience warm and smooth to his clutching hands. "It isn't going to gain you a lousy point, you hear ...?"
She tittered, her hot breath brushing his face. "We'll see, Baby," she hissed as she began to slither downward over him, her full, satiny buttocks slipping away from his kneading grasp.
Mark watched with a blunted sense of crippled resistance as she moved backwards onto her knees, wedging them between his legs, her small hand still clinging to the rigid length of his hardened penis inside his pants. Christ, he never should have come there and he'd known it all along! He lifted his head when he felt her let go of his cock and quickly begin to unbuckle his belt. She knew her way, every inch of it ... and him, he realized, as she tugged his trousers and shorts down over his hips, exposing his genitals completely to her. His towering cock cleaved skyward in its long, thick, rigid state that she had lewdly incited to hardness with calculated intentions.
"Ah, darling ... it hasn't changed a bit in the last ten weeks!" she luridly whispered her passion-glazed eyes fixed greedily as once more she wrapped her small, slender fingers around its pulsating hardness. "Just the way Lydia left it. You're new little bride, Jeannie, hasn't hurt it a bit ... or doesn't she use it that often, Lover?"
"D-Damnit!" Mark gasped. "Leave her out of this, Lyd! I-I ought to have my ... my head examined ... letting this happen!" He intended to say more, but couldn't get it out as she tauntingly smiled up at him and began to lustfully stroke his now rock-hard cock, sliding the heavy foreskin up and down, intermittently revealing the purplishly swollen tip.
"Which head Mark darling?" Lydia obscenely questioned. "If you mean this one ... I was just about to examine it for you ...!"
With that, she lowered her face above his upthrusting length of hardened penial-flesh, one hand continuing to teasingly stroke it while with the other, she drew her nails beneath the vulnerably sensitive sac of his balls. Mark grunted aloud to the teasing stimulation, then saw her tiny, pink tongue dart out to lick hotly at the drop of seminal fluid seeping from the little slit at the tip of the sleekly pulsing head.
"Mmmm ... tastes as good as ever, too, Darling!" she wantonly whispered, beginning to lick it all over with smooth, sweeping tongue strokes.
"L-listen to me, Lydia ... I swear, it isn't going to work! he huskily warned. "You've tricked me for the last time! Don't you understand? I love her ... I love Jeannie ...!"
"Mmmm ... of course, I understand, Baby ... you're the one who doesn't!" she confidently tossed at him. 'But you will, Darling, once I remind you ...!"
Mark sucked in his breath with the obscene sensations of pleasure her wet, eager tongue sent racing through him. All else in the world was suddenly obliterated from his lust-infused brain but the lustfully erotic act she was performing on him. Chills rippled up his spine, raising a groan from deep in his throat. She brought her moistened, soft lips down all of the way then, enclosing the entire sensitive head of his cock in a wet, heated pressure, their tensiled ripeness clasping like an elastic band just below the rim to trap it hungrily inside the hot, liquid cavern of her mouth.
"Christ!" he choked, raising his head once more to stare down at her tightly locked lips. It was no use ... no use! The sight of his hardness disappearing up into her widely ovalled mouth increased the sensation, as always; a thousand times. Damn, yes ... yes, she knew his wants and needs only too well! If only Jean would ... could learn to suck him like this ... or even suck him at all ...! Now, she was skillfully massaging the soft, sperm weighted resilience of his balls with one hand, and stroking the thick base of his cock between thumb and forefinger of the other, while she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the velvety smoothness of her wetly heated tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the peak of the withdrawal, the fiery tip flicking provocatively across the split at its end. Uncontrollably, he flexed his buttocks, his eyes fixed on the lustful sight of her bobbing head below, his cock beginning to achingly throb to the depths of his groin.
Christ, there was no fighting a sensual young bitch like this ... especially when she had your cock-head in her mouth ... and more especially when she knew every vein and wrinkle in it ...
Mark knew that she sensed his reactions by the way she began to suck with mounting intensity, the tips of her even, white teeth scraping gently into the resisting hardness of his cock. He could see their little white trails where they'd scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. Then, she was slipping her hands beneath his buttocks to cup them in her small, warm palms trying to lift his loins up tighter to her slaving face! Her hot, liquid tongue rotated with growing fervor around the expanding cockhead and Mark realized that he was quickly heading toward the eruption point as she suddenly took almost all of it up into her hungrily working throat. Christ, he'd always been amazed that she didn't choke on it, but she never had ... and on and on she sucked!
Pleasureful waves of rising heat were ungovernably building in the intricate depths of his sperm-bloated balls. Lustfully, he watched her beautiful young face toiling with a hungry, omniverous desire about his wildly fired loins. He could see tiny rivulets of perspiration running in thin droplets from beneath her short, auburn hair and down her cheeks as she relentlessly sucked and strained to draw out the seething cum churning hotly below in his balls. The muscles in his stomach tightened until he felt they might snap from the pressure; still, he arched his back even further, shoving his aching cock deeper into the heated wetness of her voraciously sucking mouth. His breathing hissed from his lungs as he watched the thin, pink ridges of inner-flesh sensually pulling out from her lush lips which were clinging tightly to his inflamed rod of hardness.
Mark grunted and strained in a maddening buildup of mounting lust, vaguely reasoning from a score of similar episodes passed, that for her, this was but the beginning, that she already envisioned the rest of the day to be spent accordingly, until her wildly insatiable passions were gluttonously fed ... but it wasn't going to be that way ... and maybe that would somehow bring an end to all of it ...!
His own unrestrainable gasp wiped away the brief illusion of thought. Christ, the moment was there. A low, guttural sound arose from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the scalding, sticky sperm beginning its furious charge from the sanctuary of his balls and begin squirting in fiery streams into her voraciously sucking mouth and throat! He watched her cheeks expanding and hollowing eagerly to his pumping cock, her adam's apple visually reacting in her lewd swallowing of the warm, flooding gushes. Ardently, she continued to suck his white-hot sperm into the caressing, wet softness of her mouth, while his hands clutched at her head, holding her fast against the throbbing heat of his cum-spitting loins, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into the depths of her greedily milking throat. Once, she coughed, but quickly regained control, and he shot the last dwindling spurt from the tip of his rapidly deflating penis before collapsing back to earth. Reluctant to stop, she continued to nibble and suck, as if trying to draw the last tiny drop from the length of jerking male cock flesh that had gone limp in her mouth ... and that's when he gently pushed her away.
"Now, tell me that isn't worth some points, Darling ..." Lydia began, starting to move up toward his face. She stopped right there, her green eyes widening in surprise when he elusively moved away and got to his feet, quickly zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. "Wh-What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I told you, Lyd ... it's not going to work," Mark said, looking down at where she sat staring up at him in growing anger, the telltale trails of milky white sperm still coating her lips and chin. "It's no good ... all over between us ..."
"No good! All over ...! Why ... why, you sonofabitch! After you lay there and let me suck your cock till you came in my mouth you can say a thing like that to me ... to me?" she spat in mounting viciousness, gaping up at him as if she refused to believe his statement. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Mark had no intentions of arguing with her. He felt low enough already at what had happened between them, but Christ knows, he hadn't wanted it to. He'd tried to avoid it ... hadn't he?
"Wait a minute, damn you?" Lydia shrieked after him as he walked to the sorrel. "Goddamn you, Mark Blakely! You can't do this to me! What sort of man are you anyway? I need you ... right now ... now! Come back here and fuck me ...!"
Mark swung into the saddle before turning to see her brushing the back of her hand across her lips and chin, standing spread-legged with her eyes blazing in unfulfilled rage. "I'm sorry, Lydia, but it's just as I said. I love my wife! It's all over between us ... and I wish I didn't have to prove it to you this way. I can only suggest you find another stud to play with ...!"
She was wildly running toward him as he heeled the sorrel's flanks and the big animal raced off with a sudden spurt, galloping downhill with sure-footed agility.
"You ... you sonofabitch!" he heard her scream. "Goddamn you Mark Blakely ... I'll have your nuts for this! I swear I will! I'll have your nuts ...!" she screamed after him until the sorrel's pounding hooves drowned her voice. But he didn't know that he could blame her. It was a miserable thing he'd done ... yet, how else did you handle a possessive vixen like Lydia Newell, except in the only vein she understood ... sex! And how the hell was he going to tell Jeannie ... because he knew he had to ... otherwise, whatever it was they had between them would be worthless! Yes, he had to tell her ... but how, he sickeningly thought, the faint, screeching voice of the young woman still threateningly audible even with the wind rushing past his ears ...!
Chapter 4
It was a reluctant Link Morgan who agreed to the town council's adoption of Mark's suggested plan to post sentries throughout the streets that night. To the powerfully built police chief, it was more than a matter of stubborn pride, plus the fact that he'd been overshadowed right in his own bailiwick. Then, adding insult to injury, they had enraged him by insisting he accept the deputy sheriffs assistance and that their offices share authority within the town limits until this pillaging crisis was passed.
Actually, the barrel-chested law official had feared such a forced affiliation from the beginning, the fact that his department consisted of two elderly and worthless special policemen who were capable of nothing more than traffic duty on holidays. He wanted no outside element nosing around his private domain, especially a trained lawman the likes of Mark Blakely who might just accidentally stumble onto one of his profit-making operations. This was the reason he had so rabidly tried to gain the citizen's help in forming a posse, and he'd felt certain he'd had the perfect justification with his niece, Annie's rape, but it hadn't worked that way ... at least, as yet, it hadn't.
He sat now in his small drab office in the town hall, looking across the scarred desk at a local, pimply-faced teenager named Leo Vincent. The stub of a dead cigar protruded from one corner of the police-chief's mouth, and it bobbed when he said: "Where're your buddies, kid?"
"Around," the teenager indifferently replied, sitting slumped in the chair with his long, thin legs stretched out. "I expect you mean Corky and Billy White?"
Link didn't like the boy, any of the three for that matter; they were arrogant, worthless products of their generation, but they'd served their purpose for him ... up until Blakely had picked them up for pushing the grass he, Link Morgan, supplied them with.
Christ, he'd wanted to break their friggin' heads, but that wouldn't have solved a damn thing. Fortunately, the deputy held no jurisdiction in town and was forced to turn the boys over to him. So far, Link had been able to let the issue hang tight and simmer down, though the three had no idea how far their asses were in the sling, yet it hardly seemed to bother this one, the big man thought, studying the boy's unconcerned attitude.
"You know you're goddamned situation isn't any bed-o'-roses right now, don't you kid?" Link gruffly jabbed.
"Meaning ...?" the pimply-faced Leo Vincent mumbled.
"Meaning, that deputy sheriff could send your fucking asses for a long ride if he decided to press the issue!" the police chief edgily spat.
"Hmmm ... I suppose so," the boy replied, his thin face spreading in a nasty grin. "But now ... that might not look very good for you, eh Dad ... if you know what I mean?"
Link felt the blood ragingly flush into his face. He brought his clenched hand heavily down onto the desk top. "Listen, you stupid little punk, don't you ever "Dad" me again, or I'll rip your scrawny cock off and shove it right down your ugly throat! You understand that? Eh ...?"
The teenager sensed his own cheeks quickly growing pale as he brought himself upright in a chair, a wave of tight fear whipping through him. He hadn't exactly used his head on that one ... "I-I didn't mean any ... "
''You got too friggin' much lip, Vincent ... and I didn't exactly like that implication of me!" Link snarled at him. "Maybe you're more fink than I thought ...!"
"Aw ... please, Chief ... I'm sorry," the boy tried at making amends, his fears growing at the infuriated sight of the powerful man. "You know I wouldn't rat ..."
"You'd do any goddamned thing you could to save your ass, punk, just like your buddies," the police-chief accused, "which is the reason I called you in here ... so pick up your ears and listen good. I've got an idea I think you're going to like ..."
The teenager respondingly did as he was told, breathing an inward sigh of relief when the huge, white-haired man's blood pressure seemed to subside, his gruff voice dropping to a barely audible level. He watched him lean forward onto his desk and say: "The town council voted this morning to give Mark Blakely authority inside Crescent Valley limits as long as that goddamned dog-pack is raiding sheep and raping young girls. That means, that he could arrest you three again and bring you up before Judge Collins ... not exactly a sweet picture, eh?"
"N-No ... no sir, it ain't!"
"Which is the reason I tried to get up a posse and go up into those hills ... to keep this from happening," Link, stretching a point, informed, wondering- how much of it the boy was understanding. But that didn't matter anyway. He went on: "Now I figure that had it been Blakely's sweet little blonde wife who had been fucked shitless instead of my niece, he would've been singin' a different tune right now, eh? You beginning to get my meaning, boy ...?"
"M-Maybe ... some of it, anyway," Leo Vincent replied, trying, but not sure as he husked in a half-whisper, tightly swallowing.
"Well here it is in a nutshell, kid," Link said, his colorless eyes narrowing. "You round up your two half-ass buddies and plan to pay sweet lil' Mrs. Blakely a visit tonight in her bedroom about witching-hour time, eh? You'll wear masks, and I just happen to have an old bear-claw you'll take along to scratch her up a bit ... make it look authentic. In the bargain, you boys ought to get a little sexy fun out of it ... a piece of ass or so. How's it sound to you, or haven't you ever seen the deputy's luscious wife?"
"Jeez!" Leo Vincent gasped. "Sure ... sure, I've seen her! Christ, she's a knockout, Chief ...!"
"Some fuck eh?"
"Damn ... I imagine, with that beautiful ass ... but ... but, I still don't get it?" the teenager choked, his small eyes beading. "I hear they're going to have sentries posted ...?"
"I'll take care of all that ... I'll even place them myself, and I'll keep Blakely occupied," Link assured him. "You just do exactly as I say, and at the right time. Make sure there're no lights on, and that none of you speak. Don't scar her up too much ... just enough so it'll look like that goddamned Caesar bastard, right?"
"Yeah ... yeah, I got all that," the boy hissed. "But hell, Chief, she's going to know we ain't no friggin' dog ..."
"So, that's going to add spice to the whole story when she blurts it out, boy!" Link replied with a grin. "Like, maybe there'll be those who won't believe her after my niece's rape, especially if you've marked her up right! With a little help and gossip, folks might just think the sweet little thing is too ashamed to admit she's been dog-fucked, and made up the story about it being three men! Whatever, it's going to make Blakely ready to get a posse of guns together to ride down that pack ... and that's going to take the pressure off us and this office ...!"
* * *
It had been anything but a normal or pleasant day for Jean. Following her visit to Granny Obert, she had returned home to wait for Mark, the incredulously weird tale the old woman had told her constantly reverberating in her mind. Oddly enough, it hadn't frightened her as much as repugnantly shocked her ... the thought of women actually giving themselves sexually to a dog pack! But as the morning passed into early afternoon, while she occupied herself with house cleaning and other chores, she had concluded that Mark was right, the aged woman's mind was undoubtedly failing, no longer capable of discerning the fact from the fiction of her longs long life.
Jean decided not to mention her visit to Granny's; the idea would only upset Mark further, and he certainly had enough to contend with without her adding to it.
It was mid-afternoon before her young husband finally arrived home, his handsome face tired and drawn, and to Jean, his usual deliberating grayish-eyes filled with frustrated concern. She had wanted to prepare him some lunch but he'd refused it, maintaining he was too tired to even eat. Instead, he'd gone directly to their bedroom with her following to help him off with his things.
"After you get some sleep you'll feel better, Darling," she said, picking up his clothing as he tossed them here and there, then opening the bed for him.
"Damnit, Jean, don't fuss over me so!" he snapped, avoiding looking directly at her. "I'm not helpless, you know."
"I-I know, Darling," she replied, his sharpness surprising her. She forced a little smile, trying to understand and not be offended. "When you wake up I'll have a nice dinner for us ..."
"Don't bother," he said, slipping out of his pants. "I'll have to get right down to the town hall. We're posting sentries. It'll be another all-night vigil, Jean ... from now on until that goddamned animal pack is destroyed."
She stood at the foot of the bed watching him momentarily hesitating to speak. Then: "B-But you have to eat, Mark ... "
"I'll catch a bite at the Inn when I get a chance," he replied, stripped to his shorts and moving toward the bed.
'And ... and what about me?" she blurted unable to hold it back any longer. "What am I supposed to do ... just sit here by myself ... eat and sleep alone ... play old maid until you destroy that goddamned pack as you call it, Mr. Blakely?"
Mark didn't have to look at her to know that there were tears dampening those round, smoky-blue eyes, but he did. Her tight voice had given her away. He felt his own throat constrict, a lump bitterly swelling there, and suddenly he reached out for her, grasping her hand and drawing her to him inside his arms against his naked chest.
"Christ, Baby ... Baby ... I'm sorry. Forgive me ... I didn't mean to ...!" he started, but never finished, raising her chin with his finger to kiss her lips instead. He felt her soft arms moving upward, her small hands clutching behind his shoulders as he held her. He stroked his own hands downward behind her to cup the full mounds of her round, firm buttocks outside their tight-fitting slacks and pressed the warm give of her curvaceous body tightly against his near-nakedness.
She whimpered softly within his embrace, her lush lips readily opening to receive his probing tongue. Christ, he thought, he had no right ... after what he'd done with Lydia Newell only hours before! His beautiful bride, Jeannie ... he loved her ... and she was too good for him ...! Damn, he had to tell her ... had to! What the hell did they have ... could they possibly have, without truth between them ...? He started to speak, but she cut him short.
"Shhh," she whispered, laying a slender finger across his lips. ''There's nothing to forgive ... and I know you didn't mean to be sharp with me. It's my fault, Sweetheart ... I was being selfish ... thinking of myself, when you have this terrible problem. I'm sorry, Darling ... I guess I'm just a little girl who hasn't grown up yet."
"Oh ... oh Christ!" he choked, her innocent self-accusation sending a stronger charge of guilt racing through him, convoyed by a sensation of carnal hunger that he didn't intend to analyze. "I want you ... you! And right now ... this minute, Baby! No excuses ... no anything ...!" he said, beginning to unbutton her blouse.
"B-But ... but Darling ... in the middle of the day ... and you're so tired ...!" Jean gasped, his unexpected sensual passion contagious, wild little palpitations reflexively surging through her eager young body.
"In the middle of the day ... high noon ... in Macy's show-window if necessary, Angel!" he half-smilingly hissed, stripping her blouse away and reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra hooks. He sensed his cock swelling into its full, hardened length and he made it throb against her soft belly, the sensual expression lighting her beautiful face like some exotic painting unveiled to gratify him alone.
He would make it up to her! Later ... yes, later, he'd tell her the truth! But now, he'd make it up to her or at least try ... try to instill in her mind the depths of his love and need for her, he reasoned, possessively smoothing his hands beneath the loosened cups of her bra ardently clutching the thrusting mounds of satin-soft, resilient white flesh. Their abundant fullness overflowed the spread-fingers of his big hands, the hardened, pink-nipples like tiny firebrands burning against his palms. Then, he suddenly stood her off.
"Oh Mark ... I-I love you!" she feebly gasped, sensing his hands fumbling, undoing her slacks and rolling them down over her hips and buttocks. She willingly stepped back to kick off her slippers, her panties, everything, watching him strip away his shorts and reveal to her the long, thick hardness of his penis that she'd come to love so much!
Naked, she ran to him and he caught her, kissing her with a warmth that she felt to her very marrow. It would happen this time! She felt certain of it! This time, she too would cum ... this time ...!
He caught her hand and literally tossed her onto the bed. Then, he was on top of her nakedness, kissing her tingling breasts, her throat, her trembling lips, while his pulsating hardness throbbed against her soft, full thigh. God, she couldn't remember ever being so hot, so lustfully hungry for fulfillment. She almost felt like a wanton little whore ... but she was with her darling ... her wonderful darling!
"I love you, Jeannie ... damn!" he gasped, moving his hips between her quivering legs that she anxiously spread wide for him. "I'm going to make love to you ... fuck you, Darling!" he went on, using four letter words that they seldom mentioned, the mere sound of them firing her unsuspected desire in a way that she had hardly known yet secretly yearned for. "Put it in for me, Baby! Take my cock and put it in your hot little pussy!"
Sensuously shivering, she did what he had never asked before ... reached down and grasped the solid length of his long, thick cock to splay open the flushed lips of her sparsely hairlined cunt, pressing the rigid head at the mouth of her moistly dilating vagina. Excitedly, she spread her thighs further and raised her heated loins, knowing that this time her husband's beautiful young hardness was going to do it for her, and not caring how hard he plunged that first time!
He did! His huge, wetly penetrating cock raced into the liquid passage of her waiting vagina like a conquering phalanx, filling her receptive loins with a wild, driving desire to be fucked by him as deep and as hard as he could.
Yes ... yes, this time! It would happen this time! Oh God ... she had never known such wild rapture! This was what it was all about ... midday, with a lust incited husband ... making love to its fullest extent ...!
Mark could hardly comprehend what he was doing, he was that spent ... yet, there was a sensation of utter happiness filling him! He was fucking her, his voluptuous young wife, his raging cock charging in and out of the tight pink hole between her legs like a piston, and already the explosion was beginning to build in his groin! He loved her ... loved her and only her! Yes ... but he would cum soon! Maybe, she would too ... he didn't know! He didn't know ... wished that he could think more rationally ...!
"Oh ... oh Darling!" she gasped. "It's beautiful! Beautiful ... your wonderful hard cock ...!"
He'd never heard lewd words from her before, and the sound of them keened his lust like a honing-bar. He said: "Would ... would you like to kiss it ... suck it, Baby? Not now ... another time, but would you ... and I'll lick your pussy!"
"Uhhmmmmmm ..." she moaned, then again. "Oh Mark ... I don't know ... maybe ... I-I'm afraid, I think so ... but ... but I don't know ...!"
"I-It's beautiful, Baby," he whispered, picturing it all in his lust-inflamed mind, wanting her to know and understand the enchantment and closeness of sucking and licking each other until they exploded inside.
"Y-Yes, Darling ... I'll try ..." she started but never finished.
"Shit ...! Jeannie! I can't hold it! I-I-I'm going to ... oh Christ!"
And he did, his heavily plunging penis buried in her hotly clenching young cunt-channel beginning to squirt its white-hot sperm deep up inside her. In open frustration, Jean dug her nails into his naked ribs, his arms, his shoulders!
"Ohhh ... no, Darling ... please, no! My God!" she gasped, thrusting the opened core of her helplessly impaled young body up to receive him in his flooding warmth, but craving more ... more!
"I ... I ... oh shit. Jeannie ...next time ... next time!" she heard him exhaustedly gasp. "Oh ... oh Christ ... I'm cuumminngg ...!"
Oooohhhh Godddd ... well, did she know that! Well! Well! While at the same time, she was ready to scream inside! Again ... again he had left her there, and just when she was certain that it might happen! D-Damn him! Damn him!
Jean rolled his heavily gasping body off of her, raising herself to one elbow, her trembling intent to verbally destroy his masculinity once and for all! The bastard! The selfish bastard ...!
But, she said nothing! He slept ... mouth open, eyes only half-closed ... the sleep of exhaustion! For a long moment, the frustrated blonde-haired young woman stared at him, sensing the immediate pangs of her desire melting before the truth of his drained strength. My God, she was acting like a wanton whore! While he, poor darling, did what he had to! The tears filled her eyes once more as she bent and kissed his slack lips. Then, she arose from the bed and found a robe in the closet.
A few moments later, Jean pattered into the front room and poured herself an unusual scotch and soda, the excitement in her quivering loins and belly far from relieved, but endurable she thought ... endurable until he could learn to bring her all the way to the end of the line ...
Chapter 5
Jean was slightly tipsy when she undressed and readied herself for bed just a little before midnight. She realized that she had probably overdone it, trusting that the effects of the liquor might help soothe the lingering sensual flames that Mark had kindled hours before, but they still smoldered warmly down in her disappointed belly and loins. It was almost as if it had worked just the opposite of what she'd expected, she thought, slipping into the whispering nylon of a see-through, short nightie ... not quite certain why she had selected such a daring thing to wear alone to bed, either.
God, she'd never drunk so much in her life! Throughout the four hours or better that Mark had slept, she had continued to pour herself little periodic nips from the scotch-bottle, weakening them with water, of course, but she realized now that they had built up on her. The last two potent ones she had made to sip at while she absently watched TV had contained that 'drop' too much; her head was spinning.
She stood before her vanity mirror, brushing her long, honey-blonde hair, remembering how Mark had again, almost shamefully avoided looking at her after he'd awakened. God, as much as she wanted him to reach her, to make her know the erotic thrill of completion, she realized he was not to blame, that he just couldn't hold back. She had tried to explain that it was all right and that she understood, but he hadn't wanted to even talk about it ... and then he was gone. Darn, was it any wonder that she'd decided to investigate the effects of liquor a bit further? Nor was she sorry now, even though it hadn't quite reacted in the manner expected. At least, she felt less inhibited toward the feverish sensations he had awakened and left simmering inside her ... which was the reason she had chosen the sensuously inciting nightie, wasn't it?
Staring into the mirror, Jean realized that it was impossible to deny herself any longer, and subconsciously she had been working toward this all evening. A little quiver of excitement rippled over the nerve-ends of her softly tingling flesh at the thought. Yes ... she was going to make it delightfully beautiful for her own self. She let her eyes rove over the stimulating reflection in the mirror, taking a narcissistic pleasure in admiring her own symmetrical curves. It wasn't something spontaneous, this hedonistic admiration of her generous endowments, but it had been many months, since Carol and she had roomed together at school actually, that she had enjoyed them with such intentions. Her full and pointed, pink-nippled breasts had always secretly intrigued her from the first moment she had taken notice of their rounded, swelling presence. She lay her brush onto the vanity and smoothed her hands down over the narrowness of her waist, the tiny dimple of her navel exotically visible through the sheer black nylon. Her view moved to the sweeping arch of her flowing hips and the long white columns of her full, white thighs and shapely calves, but it was the golden triangle of silken pubic curls at their apex that eventually commanded her gaze.
Jean sighed tremblingly, letting her own caressing little hands stroke downward over her hips and inward toward the base of her flat belly to the gentle mound of soft, hair-hidden flesh; She pressured tauntingly, her slender fingers extended, the hint of her own pink vaginal slit momentarily captivating her through the shadowy nylon.
Now, she thought, an inciting wave of self-lust washing through her ... now! And she quickly turned, walking to the bed, switching out the light as she climbed in thinking how much nicer it could be if Carol were there with her at that very moment ...!
* * *
"Jeez, did you see that?" Corky White hissed to his brother hunched beside him. "When she bent over to get in bed I could see her bare ass ...!"
"Shut up, you stupid bastard!" Leo Vincent angrily whispered. "She'll hear you! That window's open!" He slunk down lower and crawled away, motioning for his teenaged associates to follow. In the heavy shadow of shrubs he waited until they joined him. "You dumb fuck, Corky, you louse this up and Morgan's going to kill you, I swear it!"
"Shit, I won't louse it, Leo! She couldn't hear me anyway, the way she was rubbing herself. I'll bet she's in there finger-fucking her cunt like crazy right this minute ...!"
"Corky's right, Leo!" Billy White, a heavy-set, good looking boy, whispered. "She was getting ready to finger-fuck herself! Must be that Blakely can't take care of that hot little pussy of hers ..."
"Knock it off will you two? For Chris' sake, we got a job to do!" the pimply faced teenager snapped. "Now listen to me, we jimmy the back door ..."
"Why not go in through her opened window, Leo?" Billy interrupted.
"Goddamnit, will you listen? Because she might see us and scream, that's why! There's a moon, you know, or she might turn on a light ... anything. Besides, Morgan worked this out and we're following to the letter! You got that?"
"Sure, whatever you say, Leo," Corky enthusiastically replied. "Just as long as I get my cock into her smooth little belly ...!"
"We'll all get to fuck 'er!" Leo answered a slow grin spreading his thins acned face. "But ... we do it right ... surprise her ... you handle the gag, Billy, and shove it into her mouth right off quick, eh?"
The good-looking boy nodded without speaking.
"We grab her hands, Corky, and tie them to the bed-posts with these stockings. I snatched them out of a trash-can downtown, just in case they find one and want to trace it," Leo Vincent said. "Okay ... who's got the bear-claw ...?"
Billy fumbled the dried and cured animal-paw from a pocket where he'd carried it, thrusting it into the other boy's hand.
"Okay, we're set," the pimply-faced teenager said. "Get your masks on and remember ... no one says a fucking thing, right ...?"
"Right!"
"Right, Leo ... let's go ...!"
* * *
As carefully secretive as the teenaged trio were in carrying out their evil mission, their excited stealth could not begin to match that of the powerful dog who watched through burning, amber-fired eyes their every furtive move. He had easily crept into the town, cunningly avoiding the men with weapons who openly stalked the streets, their reason for being there not escaping him. In silently wearing his way into the heart of the man-place, he had unexpectedly come upon the three male-humans crouched before a lighted window away from the wide path where they walked and the noisy things on wheels raced.
Now, he watched, easing soundlessly to the open window where they had crouched. His keen ears immediately picked up the sibilant vibrations of heavy human breathing ... of an occasional sigh and the whimper of a female person. His animal senses noted that the moon was cloud-hidden before he put forepaws onto the window sill and extended himself high enough to see in.
Though the room was shrouded in darkness, Caesar, with his darkness accustomed eyes, saw her on the bed in her spread-legged position as if the sun's light were illuminating her. Her small hand worked in a teasing circular motion between her crab-like spread thighs, and sighs of happiness continuously filled the night. He watched her smooth female buttocks rise from the bed to meet her rhythmically working hand, and something familiar clicked in his animal-mind from ages past!
An almost human warmth flowed through the massive dog that he had no way of fathoming. His glowing eyes centered on her long, golden hair that was haloed on the pillow supporting her beautiful young head. He sensed his own feral loins beginning to enlivingly quiver ... and then, there was a commotion!
Her half-scream caused Caesar's muscles to tense, but he hesitated through experience to charge. Instead, he waited, watching as the three gleefully smiling boys moved with brutal lustfulness over and around the futilely resisting young woman, filling her mouth, then tying her wrists and legs to the corners of the human sleeping place before ripping her thin silky garment away from her voluptuously cubed body. Still, he made no move, but watched as they stripped off their own body-covers, the long, hard lengths of their man-penises making him known their intentions ... while the golden-haired, naked female continued to whimper helplessly in her throat ...!
* * *
Jean had never known real terror in her young life, and if she had, she horribly realized, that it could never be like this! She couldn't scream ... they had stuffed her mouth chokingly full with some sort of rag! My God! My God! What were they going to do? Her hands were suddenly tied to the upper bedposts as were her feet to the lower ...! They were going to rape her, of course, what else ...? But then, why, and who ...?
She was completely at their mercy when the snickering sounds of triumph from one masked face loomed in the darkness above her, and wild-eyed she twisted her head to faintly see him clutching his naked, hard penis with vile lewdness not a foot away from her face! Oh ... oh God, if she could only scream ...! She rolled her head away and made out the images of the other two mimicking the first, gripping their long, thick penises and moving in the darkness toward the bed and her widespread thighs ...!
Then ...! Then ... what was it that happened? A ... A blurred shadow of solid darkness at the opened window ... a loud, vicious growl! Again, and then again, she heard it, as she tried to lift her head to see the confusion that was filling her ears ...!
"Jeez! It's him ... the goddamned dog!" a cursing boyish voice panickly exclaimed. "I'm getting out of here!"
"Come on, Leo! It's the fucking dog-pack!" another choked as Jean lay spellbound, her head raised in solemn fear at what was taking place..
Suddenly, there was nothing, but the slamming sound of the back door familiar to her ears, yet, she was still nakedly tied spread-eagled to the bed ...! For a long, long moment, Jean lay in deathly silence, trying to determine if they had gone ... and why? Finally, she realized that her secured wrist hadn't made it impossible to reach the lamp on the bed-table and she struggled for it ... turning it on. Her entire nakedly exposed body trembled fearfully as she rolled her head, then lifted it, the gag they had brutally applied still stifling her very breathing ...
She saw him then! He stood at the foot of the bed, massively dominating the entire room! His rounded eyes were like two glowing ovals of burning fire in his huge head, his vicious mouth partially open to display the gleaming white fangs there! Mother of God! That's why her attackers, whoever they were had ran! It was him ... Caesar ... the animal who'd raped Annie Purcell!
Forgetting her gag, Jean tried to scream, nearly choking from the stuffing in her mouth and throat! She stared with raised head, seeing the great beast leap agily onto the bed, then lick at his lips in the manner of gentle dogs she had seen a thousand times! God, no matter what else, he'd driven the others off, she thought, watching him raise his beautiful head high, then ... move forward toward her! His powerful jaws were just above her throat! He was going to ... going to ...! They lowered right above her face ... and suddenly, she realized that he had nipped onto one end of the gag with his teeth and was backing away, pulling it from her mouth! It was then that she noticed the gold medallion swinging loosely from his great throat, the embossed impression of the roman battle eagle clearly visible to her!
Anxiously, she tried to return saliva to her mouth. She could scream now! Someone would hear, one of the sentries Mark had placed ...! But she didn't! She could, but she didn't ...!
Caesar whimpered, simultaneously wagging his head and tail. Again, from ages passed, hot-blood flowed through him. In his animal-eye he surveyed the naked, security tied human female before him. Her hair reminded him of his mate that the brute-man had killed, and animalistically he licked out with his tongue. She had lain back onto the pillow watching him, her eyes softening from stark-fear into more of wonderment, he instinctively perceived.
His own burning orbs surveyed her again, and then, he moved closer above her, leaning down to lash out with his wet, hot tongue against the smooth flesh of her naked white belly.
She could scream now, Jean realized, rant at the top of her lungs ...! He had made it possible! Why? She swallowed tightly, watching him move toward her, then lowering his head, his length of pinkish seething animal-tongue licked moistly over her muscle-tightened belly!
Again, he did it, the hot, spread length of his tormenting wet tongue causing incredible sensations to spiral through her, immediately resurging the unsatiated passion she had quickly forgotten in her terror! She strained her sight to gape at his animal-face, to read some direction in those fire-filled, wild eyes! Oh God, he had saved her from a cruel gang rape! And he knew it ... he knew it!
Once more, she raised her head to gaspingly watch his long hot tongue licking upward over the quivering white flesh of her soft belly! Higher and higher he inched, until he was finally lapping the rounded, full undersides of her exposed breasts, ever-creeping upward over them toward their tiny, marble-hardening nipples ... and at last, there! She couldn't restrain the little moan that escaped her lips when his feverish, moist tongue actually reached them, wetly grazing the pink, sensitively rising buds again and again to send maddeningly arousing spasms whipping through her nakedly bound body!
Oh ... oh God ... what was happening to her? She must be losing her mind! The liquor had numbed her wits to the point of stupidity! This ferocious brute could, and well might, tear her to pieces if the notion took him! Somehow, she had to raise help before it was too late, before this moment of gentleness left him! But if she screamed would she be heard ... and if she were, could they trace the source in time ...? Yet worse, what might her shrieking voice do to him? It wasn't as if she could scramble from the bed and try to evade his attack! She was tied hand and foot, helplessly vulnerable to those massive jaws and sharp, gleaming fangs ...!
Dear Lord, she could hardly think with the inconceivable rising heat his fiercely licking tongue brushing wetly over the naked mounds of her breasts was creating inside her! She heard him whimper deep in his throat, her widened stare fixed on his almost loving performance. Then, his blazing eyes raised to meet hers, their desire-fed glow level with her own. She held her breath as he moved upward and startlingly began to run his warm, liquid tongue in hot caresses over her face!
My God, Jean shockingly realized, he's kissing me!
A feeling of gentle warmth filled Caesar's powerful body as he tenderly licked over the pleasing, soft beauty of the female-human's flesh. The pleasant taste of her breasts, and now her smooth white face intrigued him. This was not the same, he sensed, as the vengeance he had fulfilled with the other young, she-woman. No malice toward this one raged inside him as it had for the one who had chased and shot at them. Her warm human-eyes reflected emotions that he could understand in the depths of the mysterious brain he possessed. Yes, she was one that he could claim for his own ...!
Jean reflectively rolled her head to shy her face away from the brute-animal's hot, licking tongue. There was no question in her mind but what he was actually kissing her ... showing her in his own way that she needn't be afraid, that he wouldn't harm her! Why she felt that she could fathom his unhuman meaning was beyond her, but she was certain she was right! It was almost as if uncanny vibrations were passing between them ... and suddenly she realized that she was no longer trying to avoid the heated attention of his warm, moist tongue, but giving herself to it with tightly closed eyes!
Abruptly, he stopped. She felt the weight of him jiggling the bed and snapped open her eyes to see. My God ... he was moving down between her helplessly bound legs! She raised to watch him poise his great head between her open thighs, then slowly lower it, his heated animal-breath taunting the sparse blonde-pubic hair there! His cool, wet nose brushed against the soft, hot flesh of her inner-thigh ... and finally, the still flushed lips of her vaginal crevice! She heard him whimper as he sniffed her female excitement, taunting her succeptibly naked loins as though he were making an actual seduction!
Once more, the urge to scream filled her, but was rendered utterly useless as she felt his warm damp nose suddenly rubbing wetly against the puckered ring of her tiny cringing anus!
"Oh ... oh, my God!" she gasped out, as if she were pleading to another person, the words of Granny Obert suddenly finding some realistic meaning in her racing mind. "Don't ... please don't ...?"
Oh ... ooohhhhh ...!
His wild tongue snaked out to lick wormingly up and down the smooth vale surrounding her tightly clenched little anal mouth, the tip burrowing teasingly up into its defensively clasped lips!
Jean hardly knew whether it was fear, shame, or the tantalization itself that made her try to squirm her naked vaginal slit away, but when the massive dog raised his head and warningly growled, she quickly stopped. His head lowered again, the hot, seething tongue beginning to lick at the narrow pink crevice between her helplessly spread thighs. She trembled and groaned uncontrollably as he wetly drew it upward over the full length of her openly spread pussy. "Oooooh God!" The lewd sensations stabbing inward to reach deep into the nerve centers of her helplessly fluttering belly.
Again he did it, this time, his thick hot tongue spreading through the yielding, hair-fringed cunt lips like a fluid blade! It didn't stop, but continued to relentlessly splay the raw, sensitive flesh, pausing at last to lunge in a penetrating curl far up her shamelessly moistened vagina! She gasped and spasmed convulsively, writhing in reflexive bodily contortions to his oral rape ... but he never stopped ... and she wasn't sure that she wanted him to!
At that intensively breathtaking moment, the spread-eagled, obscenely exposed young bride was not sure of anything but the sudden ardent thrill of incitement his hot, ravaging tongue was sending through her young naked body. Her whimpers uncontrollably increased, while her mind slipped further into a spell-binding sensual oblivion that she could not, nor did not want to struggle against! Again and again, his pleasure-bringing tongue grazingly bathed her unprotected, loins from the snug, raisin-like lips of her tightly clenched little anus, upward through the glistening, moist crevice of her long-denied pussy. At its peak, it hesitated, penetrating to flick almost knowingly at the trembling bud of her clitoris, irresistably amplifying her mounting desire a hundred fold!
How long it went on, Jean in her erotic intoxication had no idea ... only that it did, the heavenly searing tongue licking wildly through and over her moistly inflamed cuntal flesh until she was gasping and squirming her whole naked body maddeningly beneath it.
"Oooohh ... ooohhh ...!" she gutturally moaned as he flicked the tormenting organ in a hot, lust-whetting curl up into the clutching little mouth of her burning vaginal passage.
"Ooohhh ... yes ... yes, do it for me, Caesar ...! M-Make me cum ... oohhh please ...? Lick me more ... lick me ...!"
Jean hardly knew what she was saying, her overpowering passion had built to that intensity ... but abruptly, she realized the loss of his pleasure-bringing tongue, and she raised her head to gape in confused disappointment. He had moved up over her once more on the bed and she heard his animal whimpers at the same moment that she realized he was tugging with his strong, sharp teeth at her bonds. He ... he was freeing her!
When he had managed to untie one wrist, he moved down to repeat the act at her ankle, while she quickly undid the other wrist with her freed hand, then sat up to work on the other ankle. Her infused brain swam with both the sensual elation filling it, as well as the incredulous events that had taken place this night, one after the other. But once more, her brief flurry of thought was whipped away as she felt his tongue affectionately licking at her cheek. She tore the unknotted stocking from her ankle and wrapped both arms around his great neck, hugging his huge head tightly to her as she lay back, the weight of his powerful body flattening her resilient upraised breasts down against her chest.
"Oh ... you ... you beautiful lover, Caesar ...!" she chokingly gasped. Then, taking gentle hold of his ears and head, she fearlessly hissed. "Please, darling don't stop yet ... please ...?"
He let her guide him back down between her anxiously spread thighs, little whimpers still emitting from his panting mouth, while soft mewls of delight tumbled from hers. Then, with an animalistic groan of her own, Jean drew her knees back to her breasts pulling his nose tight down into her wetly throbbing vagina!
His eager tongue flicked up the fire-filled channel like an attacking lizard, his own whines blending with hers as he hungrily lashed and penetrated the glistening pink flesh between her lewdly spread thighs and buttocks.
"Oh ... ooohhh ... yes ...! Lick it, darling ... lick my cunt!" she lustfully pleaded, undulating her opened, obscenely positioned loins and rounded white buttocks salaciously up against his mind-destroying tongue.
Caesar could smell as well as taste the exoticness of her human female lust, the keen aromatic flavor driving his basic sexual instincts higher and higher. Though he had known the carnal association of many female-humans in his time, none had ever commanded his natural impulses such as this soft, white creature with the long golden hair. Her pale, sky-colored eyes reflected truth, and her voice-sounds were gentle and warm. There was a sun-brightness to the expression of her smooth, white face that he sensed flowing through the tender symmetrical curves of her entire body. But it was there down between her welcomingly spread thighs where he licked with his lust-heated tongue that he knew the naked sensitive realness of her. This yielding, pink flesh of her open cunt in its hot, flowing poignancy revealed her innermost emotions and as he greedily and lovingly tongued the wispy, curl-fringed softness, he intuitively felt the rising heaviness of his own feral, animal loins.
Jean felt his magnificent hot tongue suddenly desert her lewdly offered vaginal opening and she quickly raised her head to see him backing off several steps. "Oh ... oh God, Darling ... what is it?" she imploringly moaned, to his entreating whine. "Please ... don't stop ...? What? What is it you want, Lover ...?"
He moved to her side then, nosing against her soft hip in a gesture that she found herself understanding. God ... he wanted her to turn over onto her stomach! Gently, he nudged again, the whimpering sounds coming from the depths of his chest, the golden medallion swaying beneath his throat from the effort!
Unable to determine why she did it, she willingly responded, and moreover, not wanting to know or destroy the beautifully impossible phenomenon that bound them, Jean lowered her long, white legs and rolled over onto her stomach, no thought of fear or resistance in her incited brain. She again spread her long shapely legs wide, sensing that he wanted this as did she, again narcisstically picturing her own naked, smooth curvaceousness in her mind's eye. She sensed his panting, hot breaths against the soft mounds of her partially raised buttocks, then joyfully felt the heat of his thick wet tongue slithering into the soft smooth crevice separating them!
Jean moaned audibly, unknown sensations of undisguised lust charging ever stronger through her cunt and belly. She hardly realized it as she reached back behind herself with her small hands to lasciviously spread the lust cheeks open, giving him full access to her tiny, palpitating anus! Then, his loving hot tongue was wetly caressing it, again splaying open the ragged, hair-lined lips of her inflamed pussy to graze the sensually flushed, pink flesh on its lewd path to the baby-like mouth of her naked rectum.
Oh God ... she was going to lose her mind entirely, she thought! She was ... truly was! And then, her animal lover was nuzzling beneath her pelvis and lifting, his desire as clear to her as if he had spoken. Obediently, she raised up, elevating her wide-spread buttocks as she knelt slave like before the powerful dog in complete inner-surrender!
Once more, as if in answering-love, he drew his thick, splaying tongue up through the full length of her seethingly wet cuntal crevice, and she gasped out her erotic delight. She tried to widen her knees even further to open the throbbing pink pussy slit between her trembling thighs wider to him. His long, curling animal-tongue thrust possessively, sweeping hotly through the blood-flushed, wet inner-flesh and flicking at the hungrily grasping mouth of her vagina, enticingly firing her offered loins to greater heat before he moved to a new, unexpected position!
She tensed as the massive dog's muscular, furry body crowded in behind her toward her nakedly trembling buttocks, suddenly aware that he was raising up on his hind legs and his powerful forelegs were grasping at her upthrusting hips! Oh God ... he ... he must be mounting her, she thought wildly twisting her head to look back ... and he was! Dear Lord ... he was! He intended to fuck her just as though she were another animal!
Her desire confused brain whirled with the impossibly lurid idea, and once again she remembered some of Granny Obert's tale! Oh God! she inwardly gasped, her body tremoring to the sensations Caesar's lashing tongue had set her palpitating loins afire with. Then, her glazed eyes caught sight of their lewdly locked position in her vanity mirror and she groaned helplessly at the obscenely provocative reflection. The bestial obscenity of the great German Shepherd astraddle the spread white moons of her smoothly ovaled buttocks sent unbelievable charges of salacious fire soaring through her naked, ql_ivering body.
Then, she breathlessly gaped at the sight of his glistening, scarlet cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the wet, tapered end slipping and dancing as it moved forward to probe the damp, pink crevice of her wildly excited runt. She felt his strong canine body jerk against the giving flesh of her supple, white buttocks, saw his dangling thick length of hardened cock trying to penetrate the thin vertical mouth of her defenselessly upturned vagina!
He whimpered loudly, his forepaws making new claims against the soft sensitive flesh of her naked hips as he thrustingly stumbled on his hind legs behind her, desperately endeavoring to bury the sleek, throbbing shaft up inside her!
Jean saw it all in the mirror, and with an inescapable, sensuous moan, she shifted her head suddenly hungrily quivering buttocks back at it in an effort to capture his lengthening hardness, the feverishly impassioned tension inside her reaching a near unbearable point! Oh God ... she wanted it ... had to have his long, thick animal-cock inside her inflamed, needing cunt! Yes, she had to have it racing into her soft, fire-filled belly before she went mad with her unfulfilled desire! Nothing else mattered! She reached back between her full, widely spread thighs, grasping the slippery animal-organ to spread her soft silken pubic hair with the tip and guide its hotly pulsating, head to the wetly receptive mouth of her eagerly waiting vaginal hole! Immediately, he humped forward, bursting it from her grip as he speared her defenseless young cuntal channel open wider and wider, sending the long rod of hard, thick animal-cock deep up into the hungrily squirming hole between her thighs!
Jean watched in the mirror in bulging eyed fascination as the burning, scarlet rod of stiffened dog flesh slithered forward with a wet, brutal charge, burying itself all the way up to the hilt in her painfully stretched vaginal passage. Caesar's heavy, sperm-bloated balls swung down wildly and smacked flatly beneath her golden pussy-hair.
The intensive, pressuring sensation of impalement came bursting through her loins seconds later and she grunted out her choking gasp. Then: "Oh God ...!" she wailed, her wide blue eyes gaping unseeingly as her excitedly panting animal-lover began to fuck rhythmically up into her from behind. Her head jarring from his every fierce breast-quivering plunge, Jean tried to concentrate on the long, scarlet length of hardness slithering into her as she began to move rhythmically backward to meet his powerful, breathtaking strokes! Unequaled sensations of base-lust filled her sensuously slaving body as she thrust backward onto the ever-thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper into her raging, hot belly from behind. Furiously, his savage muscular beauty battered and thudded resoundingly against her yielding, wide-spread ass-cheeks, his painfully huge cock a relentless shaft of glistening, sadistic joy sinking to its full length deep into her soft, quivering belly! With ungovernable, whimpering mewls, she lewdly rotated her rounded working buttocks back at him with a lewd frenzy, grinding her hotly clinging cunt walls back over the length of his hardened, piercing animal flesh with a masochistic cry of wanton passion.
The signal flashed through her lust-inflamed young body then, the unmistakable beacon of erotic fulfillment! It spiraled through her seething loins like the pricking of a million warning needles, and gnawed at the base of her quivering belly with the promise of unknown rapture. She whimpered aloud to the jagged edges of her growing sensual bliss, gaping at the mirror hungrily to see the great dog, Caesar's wet, thick cock disappearing up between the soft whiteness of her own roundly absorbing buttocks, his furious fucking of her tempoed in quickened jerky animal strokes! She caught sight of her own pink cuntal flesh wetly clinging to his huge hardness when he pulled out of her, then vanishing back up inside again with his thrusting charge, his heavy cum-laden balls smacking solidly below between the spread-open lips of her hotly searing pussy.
Her brain reeled in the throes of her wildly aroused passion, her eyes feasting on the sensuous spectacle of her full young breasts quivering and swaying like hanging white mounds of lush, pink-crested fruit to his beautiful, battering barrage! She saw the flailing beauty of her own long, blonde hair when she tossed her head in cadence to the moans of gasping enchantment hissing from her heaving chest!
"Oh God ... fuck me you magnificent darling! " she cried. "Gr-Granny was right ... right! I know now ... yes ... yes! I'm yours, Caesar ... yours forever ... Oooohhhh ... God!"
It was the wailing soft lilt in her crying voice that made Caesar know her sexual love. He whimpered back in response as he ardently thrust into her from behind in the only depth of expression his basic instincts urged. He knew that she was readily giving herself to him in the loving beauty of natural law, never resisting or fighting him, but eagerly, thrusting her soft, white female cunt back onto his heavily aching hardness. The wet, warmth of her human vaginal channel was greedily clenching at his animal cock, as if she were his own bitch mate, and his great heart pounded lovingly in his chest for her.
He sensed the dribbling wetness against his loins that trickled down the soft smooth backs of her thighs from where he fucked into her, and saw the thin, sheen-like droplets of perspiration that had gathered on her naked white body beneath him. His own tongue hung loosely from his opened jaws in heated frenzy. The moment of culmination was near!
Abruptly, Jean raised her sensuously slackened face to whimper out a guttural, animalish groan from deep in her throat. Her glazed blue eyes grew round and unseeing. "Ooohhh ... ooohhhh, Darling ... I can't stand it! I-I'm going madddd! Do it to me harder ... please do it for me, my lover ...! Oooohhhh!" And her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head tossing insanely from side to side, her long, honey-colored hair wildly flailing as she began the first convulsions of her climax, skewering her white, passionately undulating buttocks back onto his long, thick rod of hardness with a wantonness that she had never even imagined she was capable of.
The first spasm struck her then and she shrieked, slamming her rounded white ass-cheeks back hard against the rhythmically fucking dog cock with a desperate, frantic lunge. Simultaneously Caesar responded with a forward thrust and growl, his massive hardness beginning to spew its heated animal sperm deep up into her soft, wildly constricting belly with long, hard spurts.
Again, Jean weirdly cried out, her crazily jerking buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the grand eruption exploding hotly in her belly and loins in the universal ecstasy of all animals! She threw her head from side to side in a heretofore unknown, erotic bliss ... at last opening her eyes on the mirror to see the combination of human-animal cum oozing whitely from her tightly clenching cuntal-mouth which was still clasping and milking hungrily at her animal-lover's slowly deflating cock. Thin rivulets of their sticky, white fluids ran hotly down the smooth white columns of her inner-thighs ... and when she could no longer watch, she pitched forward on her breasts, gasping a great sigh of blissful relief ...
Jean lay unmoving for a long, long moment, refusing to let the thoughts that were trying to flood her mind return. Instead, she thought only of the beautiful, wildly arousing orgasm she had just known ... felt his movements on the bed behind and over her. Yes ... dear God, yes ...! Granny had been right ... so right, and now, she understood ...! Suddenly, she felt his hot, wet tongue licking the smooth, sensitive flesh of her naked buttocks ... then the small of her back! It stopped, and smiling, Jean slowly rolled over ...
With a start, she sat upright, and just in time to see his great flanks disappearing through the open window. A sudden tightness caught at her throat as she scrambled toward the foot of the bed.
"Caesar! Caesar ... please! Come back! Come back ...!"
But he didn't, and as seconds passed into minutes, Jean realized that he would not. Oh ... oh God ...! She couldn't hold back the tears puddling into her eyes. What he had done for her ... to her ... with her ...! Then, she heard it ...!
It was a wailing animal howl that triumphantly filled the night, and Jean couldn't contain her trembling smile of happiness. Slowly, she crawled back up into the bed, feeling the heat of his animal sperm still puddling deep in her satiated belly, then switched the room into darkness. She licked at her lushly swollen lips and continued to confidently smile to herself. There was no reason any longer for fear and she would make Mark understand this ... and more. Most people in Crescent Valley who had heard that cry a moment ago had cringed, she sleepily thought, but she knew the truth.
It had been a cry of love ... love to his new-found human mate ...
Chapter 6
"I don't believe it!" Link Morgan furiously raged. "You lousy little punks screwed up!"
"No! I swear it, Chief!" Leo Vincent pledged, his thin, pimply face drawn in fear of the barrel-chested man. "Honest, I wouldn't lie to you ...!"
"You'd lie to your dying mother, you fink!" the police chief spat.
"Leo's telling you the truth, Chief!" Billy White, a runtish, long-haired boy put in. "We were going great when suddenly, there he was, coming right through her open window ...!"
"And you're sure it was that Caesar bastard?" Link questioned.
"You're damn right," the good-looking, heavy-set Corky assured. "I saw him first ... those crazy wild eyes ...!"
"Like two chunks of fire!" Leo Vincent added. "And he had the medallion hanging from his throat!"
"We just harassed out of there as fast as we could!" Billy White added.
For a heavy moment there was silence. They sat m the police chief's little office staring at the big man who seemed to be meditating behind his scarred desk. A filtered glow of morning sunshine feebly attempted to penetrate the long-unwashed window above the lawman's head, lighting his flushed face and red-rimmed, tired eyes enough for them to note the first trace of his mean half-grin.
"You didn't sneak around to see what happened, did you?" he questioned, looking directly at Leo Vincent's acned face.
"Are you kidding, man ...? With that goddamned wild hound there?" the thin teenager retorted. "Like Corky says, we haul-assed ...!"
"Then we tried to find you Chief," Billy said. "Once, we saw you but you were with the deputy. We figured we better let it ride 'till this morning."
"Well, for once you used your fucking heads, Link replied. "How far did you get with her?"
"We had her stripped and tied spread-eagle to the bed!" Leo Vincent told him, his young beady eyes lewdly narrowing as he remembered. "Fuck, what a sweet broad she is! Man, I've never seen anything like her, bare-assed and naked!"
"We'd even shed our own threads and were ready to swing!" Corky added. "Shit, I wanted a piece of her so bad ..."
"You wore the masks like I said?" Link interrupted, wanting to be sure.
"Right," Leo answered. "Everything was going just like you planned it, Chief, until that friggin' dog appeared on the scene."
"Hmmmm ..." the half-grinning lawman muttered. "I wonder what happened after you three hightailed it? I mean ... after the way he raped my niece ... I wonder?"
"You ... you mean, maybe he fucked her, Chief?" Leo softly questioned.
"Well ...? What do you think wise-boy ... did he?" Link Morgan asked, digging a cigar from his desk drawer, his twisted grin still prevalent. "It's going to be damned interesting to find out. And maybe ... just maybe, we accomplished what we wanted after all."
"You mean, the deputy is going to go crazy-mad if that Caesar mutt really fucked his wife, eh Chief?" Leo Vincent blurted, moving forward to the edge of his chair.
"Exactly!" the big man replied, spitting the bitten tip of his cigar away and striking a lucifer match! "Exactly, boy ... and that's all we wanted in the first place, wasn't it?"
"Right!" the thin teenager replied, proud of the way he had analyzed it all and reveling beneath the police chiefs grin. "But I still wish we could've pulled it off, I'll tell you. She was fingering herself in the dark when we moved in on her, that's why she didn't hear us!"
"She was what?"
"Finger fucking herself ... no shit, chief, she was!" Leo, enthusiastically informed. "Ask these guys; they saw her too!"
"Honest injun, Chief, she was!" Corky corroborated. "Crap we'd 've had a ball if it hadn't been for that fucking Caesar!"
"I never even saw or heard him slip into the room!" Leo Vincent exclaimed. "There I stood with my cock in my hand, already to go, when Corky says, "Come on, Leo, it's the fucking pack-dog, and I ...!"
"He said what?" Link snapped, jerking the cigar from his mouth and leaning forward with widening, infuriated eyes. "Well, what did he say?"
"He ... he said ... come on, Leo, it's the ..."
The big man's opened hand slapped hard against the desk top. "You stupid bastards, I give you masks to wear so the bitch can't see your faces and what do you do? Call each other by name! You goddamned rattleheaded shits! How many Leo's do you think there are in Crescent Valley ... or hadn't that occurred to you?"
The acne-faced boy turned his gaze slowly toward his teenaged cohorts, the realization of the big man's words suddenly dawning upon him. If everything went off all right, fine ... if Caesar raped her, fine ... or if she hadn't heard Corky call out his name, fine ... but, supposing she had!
Link quickly gained his feet. "You three better plan to make yourselves scarce for awhile ... and don't give me any goddamned back-lip! I don't care what you tell your folks, but you're getting out of town ...!"
"Where ... where'll we go, Chief?" Leo questioned, sensing a cold chill moving up his spine.
"I don't give a damn ... just go ... go up to the cave and rough it for a week or so ... or until we put an end to this fucking pack situation. There's food there, everything you'll need, including a jar of pot ... and don't go blowing your minds completely, you stupid jerks!"
Billy White broke into a wide grin. "Sounds crazy to me, man!"
"Me too," Corky agreed. "Anything to get away from mowing that goddamned lawn at home ...!"
"Never mind the comments, just get moving!" Link ordered. "The sooner you three are out of town, the better I'm going to feel ...!"
* * *
Alone, the big lawman sat irritably mulling over the fiasco of his carefully laid plans. He had pulled a half-emptied fifth of cheap bourbon from a desk drawer and was drinking it raw from the bottle. He needed something to give him a pick-up; he was dead-tired and not a frigging thing was going right. Those goddamned numbies, they'd probably have blown it anyway. Maybe it was just as wed the dog had shown up and chased them off ... Christ, he couldn't help but wonder if the big bastard had socked it into her. They'd said she was tied spread-eagle on the bed and naked as a whorehouse bitch ... Damn he'd liked to have seen that, himself! She was one luscious broad, all right ... and fingering herself, they said ... sonofabitch, he was getting a hard on just thinking about that ...
Link took another pull at the bottle, thinking at the same time that he hadn't used his head by slapping Nell Carter around either. She was no Jean Blakely, but she'd been a good fuck and always ready ... and now she was gone. Hell, he'd been drunk ... couldn't even remember what the hell she'd said to irk him, and then, the next thing he knew he was cuffing hell out of her. Still, he hadn't realized that she'd packed her things and cleared out until yesterday morning when he'd walked into the kitchen and found Annie getting breakfast.
"What're you doing, taking up housekeeping?" he'd growled, his head throbbing and his guts churning with a hangover.
"Someone better, I think," his teenaged niece had replied. "Your housekeeper walked out two hours ago, bag and baggage."
"She what ...?"
"That's right, Uncle, she's flown the coop," the pretty young teenager had said without looking at him, moving around the kitchen in her nightie and wrapper with more efficiency than he'd ever dreamed she had. But then, why in hell not, she was sixteen, practically a grown woman, and a well-built one, at that. Fucked, too, he'd thought, standing there looking at her, even if it was by a goddamned dog. At least, she knew what it was all about.
"What for, did she say ...?"
"I don't think she could with her lips all swollen up," Annie had sharply replied, taking toast from the toaster and buttering it. "She was lucky to see where she was going with those two black eyes ... must have ran into a door or something, eh ...?"
Link grinned to himself at the girl's quip, remembering. He tilted the bottle up once more and swallowed noisily several times. The little imp, she was something else. He knew she had no respect for Nell from the beginning, but she'd tolerated her. That goddamned fucking Caesar ... taking her young cherry. He'd kill that sonofabitch yet ... but he'd sure like to know what happened between the wild mutt and Jean Blakely. Imagine, that luscious piece fingering herself ... Christ, he'd sure like to throw a fuck into her ... must be Blakely wasn't doing a very good job of it, if she had to resort to playing with herself.
His long, thick cock had stretched into a heavy, weighted hardness at the conglomeration of his thoughts, straining inside his clothing, and he shifted and pulled at his crotch to ease the bind. He picked up his cigar from the ashtray lighting it again while his liquor-roused brain filled with patches of thought concerning Jean Blakely nakedly finger-fucking herself, and his dead sister's daughter moving around the kitchen in her nightie and wrapper. Sonofabitch, maybe both ... but at least one of them had been fucked by that weird mutt ...
The ring of the telephone interrupted his lewd reveries. He hesitated to answer it, wondering if he wanted to get involved in anything this morning before catching some sleep. Christ, he'd been up all night, making sure that Blakely didn't take a notion to go home ... It rang several more times before he picked it up from its cradle ...
"Police Department."
"Chief Morgan ...?" a husky feminine voice questioned.
"Yes ... "
"Lydia Newell, Chief," the voice throatily informed, though he had already placed it. "Are you busy?"
"Not when a pretty little girl like you calls me this early in the morning," he answered, feeling debonair as hell with the effects of the bourbon, and his swollen cock throbbing in his pants.
"Wow, that's some come-on from the law enforcement office! I recommend you publish the idea in the police gazette, or whatever it is you people use," she said, her warm voice teasing. "Little old ladies might just flip ... "
"That's my problem girl ... little old ladies," Link said, grinning into the piece.
"Hmmm, I sense the bulling male coming to the forefront ... but that isn't why I called you, Link," Lydia said. "Right now I'm in no mood to even waste words."
Link's smile faded. He sat up in his chair, dropping the cigar into the ashtray. This was the daughter of the most powerful man in the valley, and Aaron had made a point of letting him know she would call on him if she had problems while he, her father, was out of the country. He said: "What is it, Lydia?"
"Two nights in a row now, our herds have been raided. All together we've lost eight sheep and five dogs! Like I told Blakely, the sheep we can stand, but the dogs, no!"
"Has the deputy been out to the A & B?"
"Yesterday ... and he did nothing. Suggested I make a government claim for our losses ... but 1 don't know a damned thing about that, Link. Besides, what am I supposed to do, file papers every day? It's that goddamned Caesar and his pack ... "
"Yeah, I know, Lydia. You heard about Annie?"
"Yes ... what a horrible thing," the husky voice sympathized. "And there'd be more, I'm thinking, if something isn't done ... which is why I'm caging you. Frankly, I think our deputy sheriff is getting too goddamned big for his britches!"
The big police chief licked at his lips, his mind racing to analyze her every word. He said: "There're those of us who'll readily agree with that. But ... but I think you've got something in mind ... right, girl?"
"Maybe," she huskily replied. "But ... but I think you and I better get together and discuss it, Link ... not over the telephone."
"I'm with you."
"I-l know you don't see eye-to-eye with Mr. Blakely, and right now ... neither do I!"
"You ... you sound like you might want his ... " Link started, then cut himself short.
"His nuts! That's what I want, Link, and I'll tack them up on the wall of my bedroom!" she lewdly spat into his ear. "And I don't care what method I use in getting them ... understand?"
Link couldn't control his grin. "I think so," he slowly answered, knowing the history of their affair and how Mark's sudden, unexpected marriage to Jean had destroyed it. He sensed the bitter jealousy in her tone, along with the vengeance. Shit, she was something else, too, and wild as a hawk! What a fuck she'd be ... if she wasn't Aaron Newell's daughter ...! "How can I help you ... Baby?"
He heard her light titter of laughter. "Boy, are you some lover this morning," she taunted. "What's wrong, has Nell taken to separate bedrooms?"
He didn't bother answering the direct question. "Just trying to be of public service, little girl," he said, pleased with the way he was toying words and suggestive endearments with her, his heavy cock pulsating in his pants.
"Okay, if I can trust you in the same room with me," Lydia's sensuous voice half-whispered. "Come out to the ranch as soon as you can. I've an idea that might prove profitable to both of us. It's a little lurid, but should it work, Darling, we both can get what we want."
Again, Link licked at his thick lips. Darling, she'd said. The young bitch ... if she wasn't Aaron's daughter ...! "I'll be there in twenty minutes," he said. "And you know you can trust old Link ..."
* * *
Jean Blakely awakened to a typical, sunny California morning, a warm sensation of pleasureful gratification mellowing her curvaceous young body. She sighed, stretching languorously beneath the thin covering of the satin sheet, finally aware of her nakedness. She seldom slept in the complete raw, she idly thought, especially when Mark wasn't beside her, and he had been on duty last night, hadn't he ...?
Abruptly, Jean sat upright in the bed, the thin sheet falling to her slender waist, exposing the lush twin mounds of her rounded white breasts. My God, had she dreamed it, or had it actually happened? The pleasant torpor she had momentarily enjoyed immediately dissolved into anxious alertness as her brain was flooded with a barrage of frightening mental reflections! Habitually, she tossed her head then brushed the disheveled tresses of her long blonde hair behind her naked shoulders. It had to have been a nightmare ... all of it, she logically reasoned, swallowing at the tightness in her throat. But then, as she moved in the bed, she sensed the viscid wetness dampening the warm, smooth flesh of her vaginal lips and soft inner-thighs and quickly pressed the sheet back to investigate.
She both saw and felt with her exploring fingers, the still moist saturation of her sparse young pubic-hair and the sticky secretion seeping from between her legs, causing the narrow ribbon of pink intimate flesh to sparklingly glisten. My God ... it was true ... not a nightmare! It had actually happened! Caesar ... he had been there and ... and made love to her!
Jean's brain reeled in combination shock and sensual revival as it began to vividly recount all that had happened, even to the three who had burst in on her in the darkness while she was ... was ... yes, fingering herself! But, had that part really happened ... had they been there ... tied her to the bed ...? Anxiously, she swung to the floor and gaped around the room! Yes ... there was her shredded nightie ... and the bonds they'd tied her with! Stockings, they had used ... and Caesar had untied them with his teeth! Oh God ... that beautiful animal, she breathlessly recalled, tiny sensations of loving warmth rippling through her naked loins and tremorous belly at the memory of him ...!
The rattling sound of a key in the front door-lock startled her. Mark ... he was just coming home! Quickly, she picked up her robe from the boudoir chair and slipped into it, buttoning as she moved about the room snatching up all the telltale evidence, her confused mind racing along a new vein. As much as she wanted to tell him everything, she realized that she could not ... not even of the three who had broken with the intentions of raping her! How could she explain why they had left without doing what they'd came for? She would have to bring Caesar into it, and that she had no intentions of doing! Mark would never rest until he'd killed the great dog, which, she desperately realized, would be the equivalent at that unsettled moment, of destroying a part of her ...!
"Oh, so you're already up," Mark said, filling the doorway and smiling tiredly at her. "I thought maybe I could sneak in and kiss you awake."
Jean managed a nervous little smile in response, taking the small bundle of silkish items she had gathered to a dresser-drawer and carelessly tucking them away. "If I'd known, I would've waited and pretended," she said, crossing the room to him and raising her lips to be kissed.
Mark did, hungrily slipping his arms around her to draw her tightly against him. He kissed her warmly, then raised his head several inches to gaze into her beautiful face. "About yesterday, Baby ... cripes, I'm sorry. I was so damned exhausted ... but next time it's going to be different, I promise you that!"
Jean stretched upward and kissed his lips, wholly conscious of his sincerity. Momentarily, a gentle glow of deep love filled her, commanding her immediate attention at the feel of his strong, hard body pressed against the soft yield of her own. God ... how she wished she could tell him everything ... but how could she ...? She placed her hands onto his chest and gently pressured away from him.
"You must be hungry, Darling," she said, taking his hand and moving into the hallway. "Come on, I'll fix us some breakfast."
"I'm starved if you want to know the truth," he replied, moving wearily along behind her. "Walking the streets all night isn't exactly my cup of tea. I don't know how the old beat-cop ever stood up under it. No wonder they called him 'flatfoot.'"
With a sigh, he slipped into the breakfast nook and leaned his head back to watch her wash her hands, then measure ground coffee into the percolator. Jean felt his keen eyes on her back and an uncontrollable tremor of guilt chilled the length of her spine. She was even hesitant to ask him what had happened ... if they had seen or heard the wild pack ... afraid she might somehow betray her wonderful animal-lover and the forbidden secret they shared together. She could hardly keep the great dog out of her mind, remembering in lucid retrospect flashes of the ecstasy he had brought her ...!
"Needless to say, we didn't see hide nor hair of that damned vicious brute," Mark commented with a yawn, his bitter reference to Caesar reflexively vexing lean. "We heard them, though, baying up in the hills, and once there was a hell of a howl right here in town, but none of the sentries saw anything."
"He ... he probably won't come back into Crescent Valley again," Jean protectively said. "Maybe he'd just take his pack elsewhere ..."
"And maybe he won't," Mark replied, rubbing at his tired eyes. "Anyway, we can't afford to take that chance ... not with a wild sonofabitch that dares attack young girls and actually rapes them ... Damn, you know, I still can hardly believe it! A wild animal like that actually making a sexual assault on a human female ..."
"He doesn't sound very much like a base animal to met!" Jean sharply asserted, unable to contain herself at her young husband's degrading remarks of the massive, loving dog, and sorry immediately after.
"Hey ... that's a crazy thing to say, Honey," Mark declared, leaning forward on the table of the booth to more closely observe her. "I don't get your meaning at all. What else would you call a wild and vicious brute-animal?"
Panicky, Jean sought for an answer, berating her own impulsive stupidity. As one lie begets another, so might one indiscreet statement, she realized, as she said: "Did it ever occur to you that maybe he was seduced into doing what he did?"
For a long moment, Mark didn't speak ... couldn't. He merely sat staring at his young, ravishing blonde wife, while she busied herself with frying-pan, eggs and the like at the stove, not so much as tossing him a single glance to accompany her absurd question.
"C-Christ, Jean ... did I hear you right?" he managed, swinging his feet around until they stuck out from the booth where he sat, almost reaching to the center of the small room. "You really couldn't mean that ... little Annie Purcell actually seducing the wild bastard?"
"Well, why not?" Jean snapped, caught up in this malicious web of her own making, and further enraged by her husband's spurious terms for Caesar. She sensed her blue eyes smoldering as she glared at him. "To me, that's far more feasible than Caesar's attacking her! She's a wilderness girl, isn't she ... a huntress and all of that? What's so impossible about her somehow seducing him? Women have done it before with dogs and donkeys, and God knows what-not! Well ... haven't they ...?"
Suddenly, more fascinated than shocked, Mark continued to stare at his lovely wife, the full realization of her words weirdly adding up to him. Christ, was it possible? Like she said, it made a hell of a lot more sense than the goddamned beast raping her! She could have ripped her own clothing to shreds, and that certainly sounded more in keeping than the other way round! But ... but how could she get next to that damned wild monster ... and would she dare try ...? What the hell ...!
"Baby ... I think maybe you've just opened a new can of worms ... one nobody but another woman would ever think of!" Mark said, getting to his feet to pace meditatingly around their small kitchen. "In fact, maybe you've just hit the nail smack on the head ... though I can't see why she would cry rape, unless she was looking to gain some warped notoriety ... you know ... like the Salem witch trials ..."
"Well ... I'm not all that certain Mark," Jean interrupted him, swallowing tightly as she realized the possible damage she could be doing to an innocent young girl's reputation. "I-I merely meant to imply that Caesar may not be as bad as he's painted ..." She paused there, almost hearing her husband's eyes as they clicked to fasten on her. God, why didn't she shut up ...?
"Hey ... what is this with you ... referring to this crazy vicious wild dog as 'him' and 'he' rather than 'it' ... calling it Caesar ...? Have you been listening to Granny Obert again? Have you, Jean?"
"How do you want your eggs?"
"Never mind that, answer my question, Baby," he said, going to her and taking her gently by the shoulders, forcing her to face him. "Have you ...?"
Jean dropped her eyes with an intentional 'naughty-girl' reaction, her protective brain racing, aware that he had provided the out for her. She sighed.
"Yes," she finally replied. "Yesterday morning ... I wanted to know more about the stories ... the myths, as you say ..."
"And what do you say, Darling?" he partially smiled, his eyes searching hers.
She made a tiny nod, as if reluctant to do so, but knowing it was the surest way of escaping the situation she had been sinking deeper and deeper into ... as well as protecting their unacceptable relationship of hours before.
"Myths, right?" he insisted.
"Oh Mark ... I don't know ... I guess so," Jean answered him, but still unwilling to readily deny her wonderful animal-lover. "I don't know, anymore than I'm capable of accusing Annie Purcell of such a thing ..."
"Don't let the Annie idea bother you, Baby," he assured, letting go of her and going back toward the booth. "Whether you're right or wrong there, none of us will ever know. I certainly wouldn't make the issue of it. What could it prove one way or the other? Only a nasty piece of circumstances for Annie, and no one wants that. Besides, it wouldn't change a damned thing, the pack has to be destroyed either way ..."
Jean started to speak but the ringing telephone stopped her. She made a motion toward laying down the spatula to answer it, but Mark was enroute.
"I'll get it," he sighed. "It's undoubtedly for me ... probably one of the ranchers wanting to know what the hell I'm going to do about the sheep he lost last night ..."
Jean held up on cracking the eggs into the pan. The coffee was ready and she poured herself a cup, noticing the trembling of her hand. A cold sensation of illicit sensations shivered through her. For the first time in her life, she realized, she had blindly been ready to sacrifice ... to hurt another person's reputation in the protection of her own ... and a lover's! Dear God, this must be what an adulterous woman felt ...!
"Hey Steve, you old hack!" Mark's jubilant voice severed her thoughts. She moved toward the doorway, holding her coffee cup to listen, a pleasant recognition drawing a smile. "How's Carol?" she heard him ask as he dropped onto the arm of the overstuffed chair. "Wait a minute ..." he said, then to her in the doorway: "It's Steve Foster! Yeah, Steve, I had to tell Jeannie who was piping me this early in the morning from the big town ... Yeah, that's right. What's up, anyway? ... Well, that's the way it looks, Steve ... and there's a reliable doctor's report to substantiate it. But where did you pick it up? I didn't know it was national news ... Well, thanks for that, anyway! If this got an Associated United Press headlines we'd be snowed with reporters, and that we don't need right now ... Yeah, still running wild and furious, but no more girls ..." Mark laughed. "I can imagine with that lurid rag you represent ... Listen, why don't you come up? Bring Carol with you. You guys can stay with us. Jean needs someone like Carol right now ... Oh, anytime ... tomorrow if you can make it! Good ... just as soon as you can, then ... Right we'll be looking for you, buddy ... right, 'till you get here ... Bye."
He cradled the phone, stood and wasted toward her, a pleased smile lightning his handsome face. "Good old Steve," he said, reaching out to slip an arm around her waist and walk her back toward the stove. "Some guy up here from L.A. on a fishing trip told him about the pack and Annie Purcell's rape. So that expose magazine he works for is ready to send him up. He and Carol will be here in a day or so to spend some time with us. Sound good?"
"Great," Jean smilingly replied. "Lord, it seems as if we haven't seen them in years, instead of months."
"It does at that, Baby," Mark said, dropping heavily into the booth once more. "Maybe that's what we both need ... old friends to put our minds straight, eh?"
Jean continued to smile toward him, an excited sensation of warmth abruptly filling her at the thought of Carol ... of Steve coming. She crossed to the booth and bent down, cupping his face in her hands to kiss.
"How would you like your eggs, master?" she whispered, the first plans of a wonderful, indulgent evening with this man, her husband, before their guests arrived, trickling through her mind.
"Burned."
"Sunnyside or flipped?"
"However you burn them best, Baby," he teased, slipping a hand inside her robe to cup the full resilience of one hanging breast.
"You devil!" she hissed. "Don't you want to eat?"
"What else do you think I'm searching for?" he managed, his big hand gently caressing the rounded, soft mound, erotically taunting its tiny nipple.
Jean gasped to his warm fondling touch, further delights building in her mind. "Tonight," she softly suggested. "A beautiful evening together ... and you manage that mister deputy sheriff ... an evening of love with your wife?"
Mark couldn't restrain his harsh breathing. He grabbed her and kissed her. "Like all the Caesars in the world couldn't stop me, Baby!" he vowed, his big hands caressing the smooth skin of her pretty face.
"And your eggs, Darling ...?"
"Lay them! Lay them and I'll eat 'em raw ...!"
Chapter 7
At school Annie Purcell's classmates had begun to look at her as if she were some sort of freak. Sympathy had quickly given way to coarse mutterings and lurid stares, shocking the pretty teenager at first, but not for long. Several times she caught so-called girl friends gaping disparagingly at her, while boys ogled after her with snickering little laughs, vulgar whisperings passing amongst them. What was it Birt Smith, a boy who had been trying to date her for months, had said: "Oh, to be a dog ...!"
It amazed Annie that she was being veritably ostracized, yet simultaneously, it fascinated her in the realization that she welcomed her banishment from their junior league! Since her incredible sexual ravishment by the mind-shattering Caesar, nothing had been the same for her. She was no longer that child-like teenager the powerful dog had chosen to assault and rape, and well did she know it. Once the traumatic effects had passed, she'd been left with only the acute awareness of mental and physical changes, especially within the intimate female of her young, awakened body. Constantly, she relived every vivid moment of his fierce ravishment, and the uncontrollable manner in which she had finally given herself to him in wild, abandoned passion!
More than just the natural secrets of life had flowered open to her that unbelievable night, the chestnut-haired young teenager realized. The bursting, impalement of his huge, hard animal-penis slithering up into the virginal core of her naked young loins had kindled a ravenous, burning hunger and left it smoldering there in her craving belly, ending her adolescent stage forever!
She thought of that now as she sat on the couch with one shapely white leg folded beneath her, staring idly at the TV and sipping on one of her uncle's beers. She would never have cried rape either, she remembered, if Fred Clark hadn't happened along when she was trying to stumble home completely naked. God, what else could she say but the truth? Again, she drank lightly from the bottle and smiled to herself, thinking of the way the old geezer had lecherously gaped at her, then tried to put his arms around her and fondle her young curves as if to comfort her.
Sex, the delicious ingredient that made life worth living for the young and old alike, she mused, delighted with the pleasant feelings filling her. The beer had added to them and Uncle Link didn't mind her snitching one now and then as long as she didn't overdo it, though she couldn't help but wonder how he'd feel about the marijuana joint she had just smoked. He shouldn't really mind that either, seeing that he was Crescent Valley's sole supplier ... another fact she'd forced herself to face these past two days.
She keenly surveyed the thinning cloud of sweet-smelling, bluish smoke, her vision seemingly accentuated as she watched it curling outward through the screens of the window and opened front-door. It was a comparatively new experience for her, only the last two days, and simple enough to come by at school. Leo Vincent had hesitated to sell it to her because of Uncle Link, but once she'd resorted to a bit of seductive charm, the pimply-faced character had been ready to do a Sir Walter Raleigh for her. God, just the sight of him nauseated her ... but she'd gotten what she wanted, and that was the way of this world, wasn't it?
What was that saying ... "A dog eat dog existence?" Appropriate, to say the least, she tittered to herself, stretching out her naked, shapely white legs before her, their small feet raised from the floor with barefooted toes curling back toward her. She felt the tautening muscles and cords in her firm, rounded thighs tingling excitingly in their agitating strain of her loins and smooth little belly. A tiny tremor rippled upward to trace along her spine, suggestively inspiring lustful thoughts and anemones.
God, she thought, if only there was some way she could entice him back once more ... at least, once more! The crazy-wild sensations he'd sent screaming through her! And when she'd cum with his great animal cock up inside her pussy ... oh wow! Her finger was nothing in comparison! She couldn't help but wonder if a boy, or man could make her cum like that! It was as if she'd exploded inside, she graphically remembered! The very earth had trembled! Was it like that with the man you fell in love with ... or any man, at all ...?
She brushed her small hand over the snug, sleeve-like leg of her knitted hot-pants, noting the way they provocatively clung to the outline of her full white thighs and sensuous little hump of her vaginal lips. Even with panties, she heatedly discerned, they clung there, visually emphasizing the puffy crease between her legs. Now, what sharp little male mind could have devised these teasers ... or had it been a female ... a lesbian perhaps, she thought, intrigued with her own new sensually awakened world? God, how could girls give themselves to other girls when there were boys ... men ... dogs, such as Caesar?
God, she was hot again! Again ...? Still, was more like it ... and there came Uncle Link's car swinging into the driveway ... the end of a perfect Saturday morning. Nell was gone, and there was housework to be done. She should fix him some lunch. He must be tired after all night ... and his bleached, ex-bed-partner had hightailed it, a move Annie couldn't blame her for after seeing her face.
Oddly enough, she didn't seem to mind the older woman's leaving. In fact, she was pleased that she was gone. Neither of them needed her ... not anymore. Before ... B.C ... before Caesar, Annie mused, smiling to herself at her clever parallel, she'd felt the want of the woman's presence as some sort of fortifying buffer against her uncle's overwhelming maleness. But not any longer. A new and intriguing world had been opened to her ... and she was capable of looking after herself now, as well as Uncle Link ...!
* * *
Link Morgan partially staggered into the kitchen of his frame-house on Cypress Street shortly after noon. In his gruff mind he was well aware of his drunkeness, as well as the dull, throbbing ache at his heavy loins. Lydia Newell, the young bitch, had done nothing but add to the latter. She was some sort of cock-tease all right, he reflected, jerking open the refrigerator door to search for a beer. He preferred liquor, but knew he didn't have a drop in the house. A stubby brown bottle, capped and cold, caught his eye and he extracted it.
The little cunt ... if only she wasn't Newell's daughter! He'd have fucked her for sure ... sitting there in her daddy's chair with her legs teasingly spread and no panties ... nothing but black-haired young cunt nakedly winking at him! She knew ... she knew all right, the little bitch ... with her tight young pussy glaring at him ... knowing he dare not make that mistake! Christ, his cock felt like a swollen lead-hammer! The little pricktease ... but she had an idea, didn't she ... and she wanted Mark Blakely's balls ... that was something ... if they could pull it off ...! The kitchen door swung toward him and his niece, Annie, entered carrying an empty plate and beer-bottle. Link stared at her in the tightly clinging hot-pants, their patterned black brevity revealing the beginning swell of curved white flesh to her smooth young buttocks when she crossed in front of him. His eyes jerked upward to the wispy little halter that was barely containing her firm, full breasts, and she smiled at him, tossing her chestnut-hair back, the movement causing the youthful, ripe mounds to gently ripple.
"Hi, Uncle Link ... I saw you drive in," she said, placing the dish and bottle in the sink. "Hope you don't mind my drinking one of your beers?"
"O-One now and then won't hurt you," he said, with thickened tongue.
"Are you hungry? Can I get you some lunch ... or breakfast?"
He stared at the tempting white columns of her teenaged legs, their full roundness of thigh, the satin-like, tapering shapliness of their youth as they swept downward curvaceously into slender ankles. She was barefooted, her toes glinting with pearlish nail-polish. His red-rimmed eyes razed back upward over her, hungrily dwelling on the curved arch of her ovalled young buttocks inside their skin-tight, contrasting hot pants, and the way they nuzzled tightly into the crotch below her flat teenaged belly. The big man swallowed drily, his eyes gaping at the naked smooth flesh whitely separating the two black garments, and again as they raised to the lushness of her thrusting, girlish breasts, their tiny pebble-like nipples embossed against the flimsy material hiding them from him ...!
"Can ... can I get you something, Uncle Link?" Annie repeated, her voice momentarily catching.
The big man licked at his lips, then grinned at her. "You can open this beer, Baby," he said, and then when she came close enough, he reached out to encircle his powerful arm around her slender waist.
A little gasp of surprise escaped Annie as he effortlessly snuggled her against him, his great shock of white hair and unshaven face roughly grazing the soft flesh of her left arm, while his big hand spread hotly across her naked midriff. "You're a sweet little girl, Baby," he hissed, "a ... a sweet little girl to your Uncle Link ..."
"I-I try to be," she heard herself say, hardly aware that she was even speaking. The feel of his male closeness and his hot, rough hand on her sensitive exposed skin flashing an unexpected sensation to her brain. It ... it had to be the pot and beer, she reasoned, forcing a little laugh. "Better let me go if you want this beer opened ..."
"To hell with that!" he choked, taking it from her and setting it on the table? "I don't need it as much as I need you, baby girl! Yeah ... old Uncle Link needs you bad right now, Annie doll ... and you know what I mean, don't you? You've had it ... Caesar, I mean, the goddamned dog! I ... I won't hurt you as much as he did, Baby! I swear it ... I won't hurt you at all!"
Annie sensed every muscle in her tender young body grow tense! It ... it had finally happened ... the very dreaded moment she'd feared so long, yet chose to ignore! Nell Carter's presence had given her a feeling of safety ... but Nell was gone! She had nothing but her own ingenuity ... and that was little short of a drug-weakened joke!
"Pl-Please, Uncle Link ... let me open your beer ...?"
"Piss on the beer, little girl!" he vulgarly replied, holding tightly to her as he stumbled onto his feet, then swept her up bodily inside his strong arms. Her naked legs futilely kicked when he clutched one rounded young breast inside the palm and grasping fingers of his huge hand, the other wrapping around the smooth flesh of her thigh until one long, thick finger brushed at the outlined little slit her snug hot-pants emphasized between her legs. "After six years, I deserve more than that, Annie baby ... more than that!" He started to walk with her, moving through the house toward his bedroom, she wildly realized, as she squirmed and flailed helplessly inside the tight grip of his powerful arms and hands. "It ain't as if you've never been fucked before, girl!" he drunkenly blurted, his voice anything but harsh. "I ain't going to hurt you, Baby, I promise ...!"
"Oh God no ... please, Uncle Link ... please?" Annie begged, his use of the four-letter work sensually knifing up between her legs with a strange fiery excitement. She had never heard it used before with such definite meaning ... in fact, she wasn't certain she'd ever heard it actually spoken ...! "Please ... please don't ... my God, think of Mama ...!"
Link threw her onto his bed and glared drunkenly down at her. "You little bitch! Damnit, don't ever say anything like that to me again, you hear?" he snarled. "Don't ever mention your mama! This is between you and me! Goddamn, Annie girl ... I need you! Your Uncle Link needs you right now! I ain't going to hurt you, I said! You got to trust me ... and I promise, I'll make it good for you ... real good! You got to trust me, Baby! You understand ... do you? Well, do you ...?"
"Oh ... oh, Uncle Link ... I'm afraid! We shouldn't ... you know we shouldn't!" Annie gasped, an uncontrollable tremor of excitement quaking her voice as she began to cry, tears dampening her teenaged cheeks.
Link dropped down beside her, hungrily clutching her youthful curves tightly against him. He smothered her with his massive body, kissing her face and throat while he raked his huge hands over her, lustfully discovering the firm young curves of her ripe, teenaged body as she began to whimper and moan beneath him. "Christ!" he swore, as suddenly she groaned aloud and seemed to melt up against him, her small hands clutching at his back, her tiny, sweet-tasting tongue darting into his mouth!
His own coarsely groaning sounds filled the room as hungrily, he sucked at her little-girl tongue while his fumbling big hands began to pull at the brief pieces of clothing covering her.
"No! No wait ... don't tear them!" Annie managed, withdrawing her tongue and pressing her hands against his chest. "I-If you're really going to do it to me ... let me take them off! They're the only hot-pants I've got."
"Jesus Christ!" Link choked, finally rolling off of her, the fearful little smile she was offering him about to drive him ape! Then, when she was free to get up, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips first, abruptly hopping from the bed like an imp ... but a more ravishing imp ... than he'd always thought of her as being. "Listen, my little girl ... I'll buy all the goddamned hot-pants, or anything else you can come up with! You hear me, Baby? You do this for your Uncle Link, empty his balls good, and he'll take care of you! Anything you want, just ask ... that's all ...!"
Annie stood beside the bed looking down at him, the excited, frightened smile on her pretty young face unrestrainably founded on the wildly growing sexual sensations permeating her whole trembling young body. It had to be the pot and beer, she realized, that on top of the sensual awakening that the dog Caesar, had unleashed within her! She wanted to know ... had to know ... and yes, she owed him something ... even this, she defensively acquiesced, reaching up behind her back to remove her halter.
"You better take those clothes off now," she whisperingly suggested, as she slowly removed the halter to expose her young, full breasts to him. "You might not get another chance ... and then, you'll miss the boat."
"Christ ... I'll be a ... goddamn!" Link mumbled, his eyes faxed on the tantalizingly revealed charms of his own niece as she slowly, deliberately, he drunkenly reasoned, slipped out of the tiny halter, the full, rounded mounds of her thrusting young breasts presented nakedly to him. He struggled from the bed, never taking his eyes away from her as he pulled at his clothing! He still couldn't believe it, that he was getting her to strip down naked without a screaming struggle ... and all the time, she'd been right there at his fingertips!
Fuck, he was going to flip, all right he concluded as he watched her wriggle out of her flimsy hot-pants and tiny nylon panties, his blurred-eyes struggling to focus on the voluptuous curves of her naked teenaged body, plus the anxious little smile she was unintentionally taunting him with.
"Well come on, Uncle!" Annie tremulously urged, squirming her nakedness down onto the bed and refusing to acknowledge any of the condemning thoughts that were trying to reach her now desire-inflamed mind. She wanted to know ... had to know if it could be the same! Feverish ripples of lewdly rising desire tormented her. She stretched out nakedly on the bed to stare at him shedding his clothes, focusing her young eyes on the final unveiling of his hair-covered loins and gasping hesitantly at the sight!
Dear God! He was massive! His ... his cock ... it must be as big as Caesar's! She gaped at it, cringing reflexively at its huge length and thickness! She couldn't take her eyes from the obscene spectacle! His heavy balls hung between his legs like some monster, waggling as he moved nakedly toward the bed to her!
"Don't hurt me ... please don't hurt me, Uncle Link!" she whimpered as he lowered his solid weight down beside her, causing the bed to sag and forcing her to slide against the hot, hairy hardness of his muscular body. "Oh ... please?"
Link took her inside his powerful arms, his breathing coming raspingly from his lungs at the sensorial delight of her tender, yielding nakedness trembling hotly against him, her last pleas unheard. Instead, he smashed his thick tongue between her girlish lips into her warm mouth, his one huge hand raking over the soft, resilient mounds of her young breasts. Greedily, they clutched and kneaded, rolling and pinching their tiny, hardened nipples, raising little gasps to escape her around his thrusting tongue.
Annie moaned helplessly within the imprisonment of his confining arms. His hot, thick tongue bursting into her mouth, the feel of his long, throbbing penis and hairy loins pressuring against the soft flesh of her hips and thigh; then the eager, unrestrained caresses of his big hand on her sensitive teenaged breasts, immediately fired new quickly growing sensations of heated passion to race up between her legs. His coarse hand began grazing down her ribs and side, across her quaking belly, finally reaching the moistened intimacy of her vibrantly flushed vaginal crevice. She tensed, erotically quivering against him as he toyed momentarily in the sparse, silken pubic curls between her legs, then gently with one finger, traced the length of her tightly clenched pussy lips. Downward and back up, his thick finger brushed, gradually easing into the wet, sensitive inner-flesh until it reached her tiny, erect clitoris! He flicked it with the tip of his middle finger and she gasped up into his mouth! He pinched the erect bud and she repeated her shivering gasp! He ran his finger back down through the tingling, liquid flesh to the small opening of her vaginal channel, and while his tongue began to orally fuck into her mouth, he slipped his long, thick middle finger up into the moistened sheath of her excited cuntal passage!
"Oooohhh ... ohhhhh Uncleee ...!" Annie chokingly moaned around his plunging tongue.
God! It was ... it was going to be everything she had hoped for! His wonderful hand was setting her right off into space! She couldn't even imagine a moral sense of right or wrong! Ooooohhhh ... it was super ... super, she wildly thought as his long, slowly working middle finger began to smoothly slip in and out of her wet, dilated cunt-channel, a new wave of passionate excitement rippling over her naked, teenaged flesh.
Abruptly, his pleasure-bringing finger was easing out of her and he began to move bodily downward away from her. "Oh please, Uncle Link ... don't stop now?" Annie disappointedly pleaded.
"Stop ...?" he rasped. "Christ, Baby, I'm just beginning!"
He moved back up over her, a lustful animalish grunt escaping him as he began to kiss her young face and throat, shoulders and breasts. Hungrily, he squeezed the full supple mounds to cone-shaped points, ravenously sucking their hardened little nipples into his mouth. While she groaned incessantly, he again moved down over her, burying his face in the soft, easily giving flesh of her smooth young belly. His wet tongue laved hotly into her tiny navel, sweeping hotly over the satin-like surrounding flesh! And then, he was lying down between her full, quavering thighs that he had spread wide apart for himself! He lay flat on his stomach, his mouth only inches above her tight, pink vaginal crevice. He gaped up between her erectly throbbing breasts to see her intensively excited young face looking down at him.
"Oh, Uncle Link ... L-lick me there!" she breathlessly moaned. "Please ... please lick it for me ...!"
Christ, the big lawman thought, his lust-fired brain lecherously reeling at her low guttural pleadings. Shit, he couldn't believe it, his own little niece begging him to eat her cunt ... not that he wouldn't whether she consented or not, but it was her wanting his tongue down between her thighs so bad that made his swollen cock throb so achingly beneath him! He ground its long, thick hardness into the give of the mattress and dropped his eyes once more to the intoxicating feast she presented to him. He gaped down at the delicious sight of her youthful loins between her open white thighs so vulnerably exposed to his every whim. The pink dewy flesh of her partially hidden pussy-crevice beneath the wispy soft pubic curls sent a salacious shiver charging up his broad back. He noted where the tight, narrow split started from the base of her flat young belly, slicing erotically downward between her full, rounded thighs to the firm ovals of her white buttocks, the smooth, lush mounds slightly raised and sensuously rotating now, just inches below his hot mouth.
Tense and trembling in her drug-whetted desire, Annie felt the coarse palms of his big hands pressing heatedly against her inner thighs, spreading them even wider apart. Her breathing came raspingly from her chest as she waited in burning anticipation ... and then it happened!
"Ohhhhh ... Uncle ...!" she lurched and groaned as his hot, wet lips closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her hungrily quivering belly. She sensed his damp, taunting kisses along the hair-lined crevice of her electrified cunt ... gentle, feverish kisses ... until his searing tongue parted her wispy young pubic hair and began to flick snakelike at the sensitively flushed vaginal opening!
Every muscle in Annie's voluptuous, teenaged body uncontrollably reacted to the lustfully inciting licking of her opened cunt lips, while choking moans of delight gurgled passionately up from the depths of her throat. Intense shocks of sensual flame were wildly setting her whole young body aglow. Consciously, then, she smoothed her small hands over the ripe mounds of her palpitating breasts, stroking downward over the smooth skin of her belly, finally bringing them to rest on either side of her feverishly sucking cunt-lips.
She could hear her uncle's panting gasps and feel his hot breath against her silken pussy-hair. Slowly and deliberately, she spread the fleshy, hair-lined cunt lips open to him with slender fingers, her soft hands grazing his cheeks as he groaned and drew his hot, moistened tongue up through the exposed, sensitive pink flesh.
Link Morgan's lecherous brain reveled in its lust. He raised his head and gaped down at the ragged, pink-edged lips his young niece held open for him, its wet, jeweled delicacy completely exposed to the ravenous gleam of his incestuous eyes. Avidly, he absorbed the loin-throbbing sight, noting particularly that the single sign of her virginity was gone and remembering why. Hot spasms of satyrical desire convulsed through him and again, he ground his aching cock feverishly into the bedding beneath him.
Goddamn!" he hoarsely cursed.
"Oh please, Uncle Link ... don't stop ... do it for me? I-It feels so wonderful! Please ... lick it ... lick it for me with your tongue?" he heard his impassioned niece beg in a quivering whisper.
Christ, he didn't know whether he could stand it or not! He might wind up with a goddamned heart attack! He stared at her finger spread little pussy crevice glistening moistly with its viscid wetness of arousal that he had unleashed inside her. Her tight little cunt mouth was actually twitching as she squirmed her luscious, youthful loins up teasingly at his face as he drank in its soft, fleece lined smoothness! Then suddenly, he dropped his head, plunging the full length of his hot, lecherous tongue deep up into the clutching warm depths of her seething young vaginal passage!
Gasping and writhing, Annie moaned out her sensual elation. "Oooohhh Goddddd! Y-Yess ... yessss! Do it to me! Lick it, Uncle Link! Oooohhhh ... it feels so good ... so goodddd!"
Link felt her small hands clutch at his head, her fingers wound tightly in his hair; she groaned and whimpered, forcefully pulling his face into the opened raw flesh of her young, excited cunt. He sensed the toss of her head flailing back and forth as he speared up into the hot, liquid depths of her now ravenously sucking passage. She ground her rounded, curvaceous young hips downward uncontrollably, her buttocks digging into the softness of the mattress, squirming wildly as little animal-like mewlings burst from between her clenched, white teeth. Then, she raised her eager, naked genitals up to him, pressing his face into the thin wet, vertical mouth up between her open thighs, its seething vaginal walls opening and closing in a voracious swallowing of his rhythmically thrusting tongue, pulling at it in a greedy starving-like manner that he could hardly believe!
Fuck, he was going to crack up sure as hell! Never in his life had he ever imagined anything to equal this ... or the aching throb of his iron-hard cock! Lydia Newell, that deputy sheriff Blakely's wife, none of their smooth cunts, he bet, could match the little girl tightness of her hot, wriggling little hole! His own baby Annie ... a fire-filled young hot box ... Christ, had the goddamned dog done this to her? Well ... if it had, more power to the sonofabitch! He'd awakened for old Uncle Link that luscious little hole up between her legs that he would never give up! And to think this was only the beginning! He couldn't help but imagine all the things he was going to do to her! He'd teach her to suck his cock ... if she didn't already know, and he'd fuck her up inside her beautiful, rounded young asshole! She'd sleep with him from now on, and he'd buy her little things to keep her happy!
He raised his eyes to drunkenly fix on her lust-contorted young face, her head still flailing slowly at a set, rhythmic pace as her fingers clutched tighter in his hair. Christ, she couldn't wait, she was trying to force his mouth tighter to the small, ovalled entrance of her pussy. His big hands moved upward over the smooth, white flatness of her belly to the rounded, firm mounds of her swollen, teenaged breasts. Harshly they cupped the fleshy resilience, his fingers teasingly rolling their tiny hardened nipples between them, as he glued his ovalled lips to the intricate, passion-drenched little hole and burningly curled his thick, hot tongue up into her!
She half-wailed, at the same time caressing his cheeks with her tiny hands flitting from his hair to his face and back, her young brain ready to burst in its ecstasy! Suddenly, she felt his hands under the backs of her knees and he was lifting her legs, forcing them up and back until her knees flattened her fire-filled, young breasts. His rough fingers pressed behind them, lifting her now completely vulnerable loins to his hungrily swirling tongue and mouth! It was then that she felt the warm wet contact of the hotly searing tip of it flick against her tightly puckered little anus, licking and probing at the sensitive opening to send unbelievable sensations of crazed, insane desire soaring through her trembling, young body!
Oh God, she was going mad! Even Caesar, as beautiful as he'd been, had not probed the depths that another human could ... or had he? God, at that moment, she didn't know! How could she compare? She had to have her Uncle's cock inside her! Maybe then she'd know ... with that long, thick length of hardness filling her belly as Caesar's had!
"Oh ... oh Uncle Link ... now ... please ... please do it ... climb up between my legs and put it into me," she heard herself beg. "Now ... right now ...
The desire-crazed police chief raised his head and stared up at her young, closed-eyed face. "What?" he questioned in a choking voice. "What is it you want, Baby? Speak up! Tell your Uncle Link exactly so he'll know how to please you! Tell him, Baby ... tell him!"
"Oh ... fuck me, Uncle Link! Fuck me with your big cock!" Annie lewdly gasped, wanting to say it and knowing that was what he wanted to hear! "Yes ... oh God ... now! Fuck me with your beautiful big cock!"
He didn't hesitate. She heard him grunt like an animal as he moved upward over her, his knees pressing against her inner thighs and spreading them wider apart. And then, he hung above her with posted arms, cradled between her spread legs, his long, thick cock hanging down not an inch from her hungrily throbbing young pussy-mouth.
"Reach down and put it in!" he ordered, his breath washing hotly over her. "Come on, do it! Take my cock and put it in your pussy!"
She mewled like a small kitten as her hands reached down to grasp it; then, Link sensed the quickening of her breathing as her hot, little fingers curled around it.
"O-Oh ... Uncle Link ... it's huge ... bigger than his ... Caesar's, I think! I-I'm not sure that I can ...! I'm not that big, Uncle Link!"
Link didn't wait for her to dwell on the subject. He was too filled with his own lust to toy with words. Instead, he bent to kiss her, and at the same time, grasped the length of his cock to tease the tip with up and down motions in the viscid hot flesh, until he was satisfied that her pubic hair was spread and its huge bulbous head was implanted slightly in the tight oval of her small cuntal mouth.
"It might hurt a bit at first, Baby, but you just hang-tight! Dig your fingernails into Uncle Link ... anything ... and then it'll be fucking good!" he lewdly advised, his use of the forbidden word again inspiring wild sensations inside her.
Had he moved slowly, pressured gently at first into the tight, young split between her legs, there might have been time for her to know the split-second agony of his stretching entry, but he didn't. The big, drunken man was too overwhelmed with the raging want of his fired-up sexual need! He had to bury his huge cock inside her young, teenaged belly, smother it in the hot, slippery little hop that had left a fresh, sweet-tasting nectar on his lecherous tongue.
"N-Not too fast, Uncle ... please!" she started, her voice increasing into a rising wail as he sent the huge, hot length worming into her with a gushing charge. "Oh ... ooohhh!" she cried out helplessly beneath him, gouging her nails into the solid flesh of his arms with the pain as his massive hardness soared deeply up into her tight young belly! "Oh God ...! Y-You've ripped me ... you have! You have!"
Link knew different! He laughed because he knew, not meaning to be cruel, but only because he was aware that her tight young cunt would stretch twice as much before it shed a single drop of protesting blood! And as well was he conscious of the fact that she'd shortly be going crazy beneath his long, thickly plunging cock. In the end, they were all alike, young and older ... omnivorous, insatiable cunts designed solely to devour up and suck dry the cocks of man!
Had she been able to, Annie would have fought him, squirmed away or spewed the massive length of his long, heavy rod of hardness from her agonized, cock stuffed pussy-hole, but there was absolutely no respite! She was totally defenseless beneath him, her flailing legs widespread, the tight young core of her loins penetrated to the fullest with his great, throbbing penis. Tears streamed down her cheeks with the expanding pain between her legs as she realized that nothing she could say would stop him! More animalish than Caesar, he began to fuck in and out of her, still resting above on his pillar-like arms, his massive loins working lewdly to send his huge, impaling cock deep up into the inhumanely stretched channel of her open young cunt.
She felt his massive, sperm-filled balls smacking flatly up between the wide-spread cheeks of her buttocks, beating down against her tiny naked anus with lewd, rhythmic strokes that seemed to instigate incredible sensations of masochistic delight up her spine. Oh God ... she'd hate him as long as she lived! The evil, wicked bastard! He wouldn't hurt her ... he had promised he wouldn't ... he'd promised ...! And now, one big hand was churning the sensitive, soft flesh of her firm right breast as if it were a handful of marshmallows! Squeezing and kneading it brutally ... twisting its tiny nipple and sending ... raging lewdly charged excitement roaring through her wide split loins! Oh God ... his cock ... his painfully beautiful cock! It was reaming and smashing in a maddening cadence in and out of her cunt, suddenly kindling a fire of friction that could only ignite and explode into overwhelming flame before it was finished!
"Oooohh ... oh Uncle ... God yes ...! Fuck it! Fuck me! Give it to me, Darling!" she groaned and cried in young wanton lewdness, beginning to lift her cock impaled vagina up higher to meet his lengthy, thick hardness, its blood-inflated head gouging into her hot young belly with breathless pain-pleasure!
Ohhh God, she blindly reasoned, her whole body was coming alive to the brutal fucking he was giving her! Her own uncle ... Uncle Link, fucking her hot cunt ... playing and taunting her tits ... Licking her pussy! Oooohhh ... she'd never be the same! She'd fuck him whenever he wanted ... and suck his cock as best she could! Anything ... anything ...! Oooohhh ... she was going to ... yes, she was going to cum ... soon ... very soon ... cum like a fountain all over his wonderful, beautifully fucking cock buried as deep up inside her ...!
Link realized her closeness and was thankful for it. He was no more than seconds away, himself! The clutching, wet tightness of her almost virginal young cunt was more than he could fight against! Immediately, it'd begun to milk the life from his desperately straining cock, its youthful naivete more than he was yet able to cope with! He could feel the small rhythmic sucking motions at the bloated depths of his balls, the fistlike suction of her grasping vaginal walls hotly and wetly massaging his throbbing cock! Shit ... shit he was going to cum ...!
"Oooohhhh ... nowwww ... give it to meeee ... pleaseeeee! I ... I'm cuumminngggg!" Annie wailed, throwing her tender, teenaged loins up onto his swelling cock, then wrapping her legs wildly up around his driving buttocks to cling tightly to him as with her internal pussy muscles she drew his long, thickly hardened length into the very sanctuary of her burning belly!
Link sensed the eruption inside her when her desperately clutching body began to wildly convulse beneath him, her hot, tight cunt channel, nibbling and clutching like a scalding, liquid hand around the jerking, blood-engorged flesh of his swollen cock! Gushes of her warm, viscid orgasmic fluids spilled over his heavily aching penis, smoothing the way even more so into her young, heaving belly. It blew up for him then, too! He sensed it, his needle-like stream of hotly racing sperm roaring along the long full length of his pumping hardness ... and then it was squirting into her with Dreamlike jets of mind-shattering lust!
Once mores Annie groaned out her physical ecstasy as the flooding heat of her uncle's burning white sum spewed endlessly into her now forever stretched runt and belly, its unending liquid flow filling her intestines to the brim. She could feel the huge hardness of his pulsating cock-head deep in the very heart of her, pumping out its wetly cascading sperm, and at that moment, nothing else in the world mattered ... only that she milk out from it with her hungrily working vaginal muscles its very last drop ...!
Chapter 8
Mark awakened with a smile late in the afternoon and warmly kissed his young bride. Enthused emotions of hope tremored inside Jean; she knew that he'd remembered and was looking forward to their planned evening of love. She toyed playfully with him for a few moments, her confidence growing, then left against his begging pleas, knowing he was in a state of hardness beneath the sheet. She didn't want anything to spoil their coming night of pleasure. She went to the kitchen to fix him a bite, while he finally made his presence known in the shower with a badly off-key baritone. Shortly, they ate together, exchanged expressions, words and kisses at the door before he left to 'check on things'. Two hours later, while she busied herself with personal chores and tried not to think of Caesar, he was back, and that was when her anxiously planned evening began.
It was after eight when they finished the scrumptious dinner she had prepared, more than just a little pleased that it had all turned out so well. The way to a man's heart and all that, she thought, as Mark gayly helped her with the dishes. He was slightly tight from the martinis and wine, she knew, and just the way she wanted him. As a matter of fact, she wasn't feeling any pain either.
After, she led him into the living room, turned on the tape recorder with a strip of some of their personal romantic favorites, then poured them both coffee and brandy. They snuggled up on the couch, his arm around her, his hand brushing incitingly against her breast in the manner of their intimate courting moments, that very intriguing gesture doing more to fire her than anything he could have ever imagined. And how badly she needed that with him now, after last night and her secret lover.
"Mmmmmm ... what a handsome man you are, Mark Blakely," she whispered, lifting her hand to his cheek and holding his face so that she could kiss his lips. "And, I'm going to ravish you now, before you suddenly get sleepy on me and change my opinion."
Mark laughed, his happiness reflected in his voice. "That might not be a bad idea, Angel, along with the music, the liquor ... I think I need something erotically stimulating."
Again, Jean kissed him, caressing his face with her soft smooth hands, while simultaneously her pleasure-scheming mind worked. She wanted this night to be so right, so full! It was necessary that they intimately reached one another! It had to be tonight ... it had to be, especially after the last frustrating time ...!
"Darling, this is going to be the most wonderful night we've ever spent together!" she whisperingly exclaimed into his face. No inhibitions! Just love, Mark darling ... love anyway you want it ...!"
His eyes opened and his brow wrinkled as he kissed her. Her words churned lightly in his mind ... but the more they churned, the deeper meaning they seemed to take on.
Finally, he said: "Inhibitions ... anyway I want it ...? What do you mean, Baby? Do we ... either of us have some hang-ups I'm not up with?" There was only one other way of doing it ... and that was oral sex! Christ, could she possible mean that? A lusty shiver shot through him at just the thought, any drowsiness he might have known leaving him as if he'd suddenly been doused with ice-water. He slipped his arms around her and drew her tightly against him, passionately kissing her.
"No answers win you get from me, Lover," she half-smilingly whispered, illusively slipping from his arms to stand. "I'm going into bed now. I'm going to shower and fix myself all pretty for you. You can come along in ten-minutes. Use some nice smelling delights for your Jeannie after your shower ... all over, Darling ... all over!"
Mark watched her trip lightly off down the hall, just the sound of her suggestive voice making his cock hammer, to say nothing of what she'd said! With a nervous hand, he lighted a cigarette, then sipped at his cooling coffee-royal while familiar music droaned into his head.
The phone rang and he answered it. It was the sentry he'd placed in charge for the night, asking an unimportant question. If something should happen with the pack, or that Caesar-bastard, should he call Chief Morgan or him?
"Christ, call both of us! And call as quick as you can!" Mark had snapped, finally returning to drop onto the davenport and trying to pick up his more infusing thoughts.
As they passed back through his mind, Mark realized that he was way out in left-field. Of course, she meant nothing like that. What his little darling was looking for, and more than entitled to, was fulfillment from him. She wanted to cum when they fucked! That simple ... nothing more ... and he just better do it ...!
"Come on, Baby!" her voice carried down the hallway. "Hurry ... your kitten is waiting ...!"
* * *
She'd prepared everything, Mark thought as he walked from the bath into the bedroom. The light was even shadowed. She lay on the bed in the green, shortie see-through he had given her, her curvaceous white body enticingly revealed beneath its gossamery film. He swallowed tightly, the intoxicating sight of her and knowing that she was waiting for him alone lustfully exciting him. He wore only his shorts, but knew they had to be swollen out in front without looking down.]
"I thought you'd never come," she teased in a whisper.
"Wild horses couldn't keep me," he answered, noting the bottle of scotch and two glasses on his bedside table. He lowered himself to the bed in a sitting position, then leaned back to gently kiss her.
"What was the phonecall?"
"Nothing ... nothing important."
"Good ... come down here and make love to me," she softly hissed.
Christ! Christ, he thought, scanning his eyes over the delectable loveliness of her offered, naked body ... suddenly wondering what it was that kept wiring that feeling of unnatural tightness through him!
"Mmmm ... you taste so nice, Mr. Blakely. And you smell just gorgeous ... "
"Men shouldn't smell gorgeous ... didn't you know?" he answered, kissing her and smoothing his hand upward over her full, firm breast beneath the nightie. "Women like you, smell gorgeous ... men smell like animals."
'Then, I like your animal-smell tonight, Darling," she whispered, abruptly kissing him with passion, her little wet tongue searching into his mouth and immediately fanning his kindling desire.
Mark slipped his arms around her, drawing her tightly to him in their open-mouthed kiss and pressing his swollen cock tightly against her soft, equally responding loins.
"I love you!" he said with fervent meaning.
"I know ... because I love you!" she vehemently replied.
"Now, I'm going to prove it to you!" he hissed in the vein of their past love-talk.
"You're what?" she whispered sensually, her sweet breath in his face. "You mean.. you're going to fuck me?"
Mark could only pull back his head and stare at her, the sound of the word from her innocent young lips an unbelievable phenomenon! "Did ... did I hear right?" he half choked.
"That you were going to fuck me, you mean?"
"Christ almighty! Yes! Yes ... I'm going to fuck you baby!"
"Oh God, I want you to ... Darling!"
"I'm going to shove my aching cock right up into the tight, fuzzy little hole of your cunt!" he lewdly blurted.
"Yes ... oh yes, l want you too ... fuck me in my hot little cunt-hole, darling, with your great big beautifully hard cock!"
Mark couldn't believe it! Something had happened and he didn't know or care, what! He clutched her to him and rasped, "Oh baby, you beautiful, lovely girl! I love you ... Christ, I do! My own little Jeannie ...!"
"Mark ... darling!" she whimpered, returning his kisses and squirming against him. "Let's take everything off now and do it ... fuck ... make love ... fuck, fuck, fuck!"
* * *
The light trickling from the open window meant nothing more to Caesar than the presence of humans ... especially the female with the long golden hair. This was her place, the confinement where he first knew her. She would be there, on the sleeping thing, waiting for him to come and mate with her.
He moved noiselessly to the opened window, his sensitive ears keenly apprised of the night's every sound. Carefully, he listened to the soft vibrations of human-voices, recognizing those of his female with the golden hair. There was another of deeper quality, a male-human, he readily knew, and alternately they came to him in soft sibilances of affection!
An instinctively bitter response charged through the massive animal and heedlessly, he raised onto his hind-legs, forepaws resting on the sill, his burning amber-eyes quickly surveying the lighted room and its inhabitants. He saw her soft, uncovered whiteness lying prone on the sleeping place, her long, female legs spread wide for the unclothed male-human who lay on top of her between them! Their vocal sighs and heavy human breathing filled the room, along with the sharp sounds of their squirming, heaving bodies, the male's muscular hips and buttocks rising and falling in a natural rhythm that Caesar intuitively understood! They were mating in the human fashion!
Fierce resentment and jealousy filled the huge German Shepherd as briefly he watched their urgent rutting movements, the piquant smell of their moistly connecting genitals reaching his acute nostrils and causing him to slowly bare his fangs ...!
Eagerly, Jean had thrown herself into the lustful mood of their love-making, provocatively using every sensual means at her command to fire her young, handsome husband, and in the doing, goading her own desperate passion. From the beginning, she'd intended to pull out all stops, and had done exactly that! With aroused wantonness, she had lewdly thrilled in the use of licentious four letter words, whispering them hotly into his ear. Simultaneously she had squirmed and writhed against, and beneath him, erotically thrusting her heated, wet loins upward at his long, thick hardness with salacious little fucking movements that bordered on the obscene. Not that Mark needed such spurring stimulation ... it was her own desire she intensively sought to whet to that crucial point of climax ... and after last night it had become just that ... crucial!
Oh God, she loved Mark; it was not a question of that, but of fulfillment by him in the wake of the forbidden pleasure she had known from the dynamic fucking of her secret animal-lover! She had to forget the beautiful beast, and only Mark could do that for her now, here, this very night!
She felt his excited breath heating her face and nakedly tingling breasts as he hung above her, his desire-hardened cock slithering deliciously in and out of her hot, moistened cunt.
With every in-fuck, she raised her hips and buttocks, her smooth white thighs spread wide to give him complete access to her upthrust vaginal slit. She could feel the erotic sensation of his swollen cock-head mushrooming bigger into the inside of her soft, feverish contracting belly, each searing stroke into her burning cuntal passage carrying her that much higher toward exultation!
"Oh Darling ... it's heavenly! Your beautiful cock ... so big and hard ... fucking into my remembering her wild intention of sucking it with her mouth for him! Could she ...? God, if she could get at it right at that moment she would! But that would deny her seething, wet pussy, a realization she didn't even want to think of!
"God!" Mark rasped. "You're too much, Angel ... too much! You ... you drive me right out of my crazy skull! H-How close are you ...?"
"Oh ... oh God, Darling ... not yet, please?" Jean anxiously pleaded, her eyes widening and her nails digging solicitously into the tensed muscles of his arms. "I-I couldn't stand it ... not this time, Mark darling! I've got to ... got to!"
"Oh Christ!" he blurted, the raging inferno growing in his cum-bloated balls warning of their near explosion ...!
And then, suddenly, a ferocious growling roar filled the bedroom, causing Mark to reflexively twist half-around in his awkward position, while Jean craned her neck to see the powerful dog whose vicious sound she had instantly recognized!
Jesus Christ! It's him, the dog pack leader!" Mark swore, his brain racing while his cock fell almost limp as he stared in amazement at the huge brute that had dared to climb through their opened window! Slowly, the deputy sheriff moved, his eyes unflinchingly fixed on the animal's bared fangs, hardly aware of his deflated cock pulling wetly from his naked young wife's still tightly clenched vagina. "Just don't panic, Jean ... Lie perfectly still!" he ordered in a low, level tone, the gold medallion that hung from the beast's throat briefly catching his eye!
If he could get to his pistol in the closet, he thought, tensely aware that he would have to move all the way across the room! It meant passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the goddamned brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a crouch, its lips twitchingly drawing back further from the gleaming, wet fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat!
If he could get to his pistol in the closet, he thought, tensely aware that he would have to move all the way across the room! It meant passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the goddamned brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a crouch, its lips twitchingly drawing back further from the gleaming, wet fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat!
Mark hadn't dared for a single instant to shift his eyes off the vicious animal, but Jean's lack of screaming, or going to pieces was more than he'd ever expected! Thank God for her using her head, he reasoned, taking the first small step ...!
The moment she'd heard his deep-throated growl, Jean's heart had begun to pound, an inconceivable sensation of unfaithfulness filling her, as if the beautiful animal had caught her committing adultery with another! She had started to speak, but held back at Mark's command, her brain beginning to frantically race!
"Wh-What're you going to do, Mark?" she tremulously whispered, rising up in the bed to stare at both of them ... her vulnerably naked husband and the massive dog whose burning eyes and powerful teeth reminded her that he could tear Mark to pieces! "Mark, please! What ...?"
"Shhh, Baby ... don't get panicky," he managed, his voice unwavering. "I'm going to get my gun ..."
"No! No!" she cried, reaching out for him, and as Mark shook her off, Caesar leaped!
The powerful dog was on top of Mark before he realized it, his animal-weight driving her naked husband backwards to stumble and go down onto his back with a crashing force, the snarling Caesar's great jaws moving toward his throat! Stunned, it was seconds before Mark could raise his arms to defend himself, precious lost seconds that would have made it too late, had not she cried out ...!
"Caesar! Stop! Stop!" Jean commanded, leaping from the bed to wrap her naked arms tightly around the huge dog's neck, and pull. "Stop it, you hear! Stop, Caesar ... now ... now!"
Mark had regained his senses enough to gape in amazement at what was taking place before him. He saw his curvaceously naked young bride clinging unafraid to the powerful neck of the ferocious brute, and more amazing, the wild dog permitting it! Christ! He started to move, then thought better of it as the big animal tensed once more, quickly flashing his fangs in warning!
"Don't, Mark ... don't make one move!" Jean pleaded, stroking the great head of the mighty beast. "I-I'm not sure that I can stop him again ...
"J-Jesus Christ ... I don't get this, Jean!" he choked out, his eyes rounded with incredulity. 'How ... why ... what the hell is going on ...?"
"I-It's me, Mark ... that's why he's come ... and he's jealous ...!" Jean exclaimed, determined now to tell everything. "H-He was here last night, too ...!"
"He what ...?"
"Please Darling, listen to me ... please!" she begged, continuing to stroke Caesar's huge head while her naked, prostrate husband stared with awe. "Later, I'll tell you the whole story, but last night he saved me from being gang raped by three boys ... "
"From being what? How? Where ...?"
"Please, Mark! Listen to me! It's true, he ... Caesar, drove them off! Then ... then, he made love to me!"
Again, at the utterly preposterous revelation, Mark started to get up, but quickly thought better of it when Caesar tensed and menacingly growled before him. "Am ... am I losing my goddamned mind entirely, Jean? D-Did I hear you right?"
"Yes, Mark, you heard me right," his naked young wife quickly answered. "And that's why he came back tonight. He wants to make love to me again! "
"J-Jesus Christ! You keep him occupied while I get my gun ...!" the deputy sheriff swore. "We'll put an end to the raping bastard's ...!"
"No, Mark! No!" lean vehemently cut him short. "I'm not going to let you hurt him ... or him hurt you! I-I love you both too much ...!"
"Us both?" Mark choked. "Goddamnit, Jean ... do you know what you're saying? You're talking about a wild killer dog!"
"I don't care what he is! He's beautiful and ... and he loves me too!" she half-cried, hugging him tightly against the naked mound of one full, rounded breast, his furry coat brushing its tiny nipple into an obvious pink hardness.
Mark couldn't believe it, not even when he saw Jean slowly get to her feet and walk defiantly to the bed, her beautiful blue-eyes in a near glassy state as she crawled onto it and kneeled down on all-fours. She looked back with her long blonde hair streaming down over her smooth shoulders, her lushly hanging breasts swaying and rippling as she lewdly positioned herself with the ovalled moons of her rounded white buttocks raised high, her full shapely thighs spread wide.
"Now, you'll see for yourself, Mark ... and I'm not ashamed!" Jean unyieldingly defended. "And please, don't try to stop or hurt him. If you do, I won't be able to help, Darling. He has a mind of his own!"
"H-Holy Christ!" Mark astonishedly swore, never in his life feeling so hopelessly inadequate. He stared at the breathlessly erotic sight of his naked young wife's voluptuous body in its obscenely kneeling position, then heard the vicious dog whimper from where he stood beside the bed. It wasn't going to happen ... couldn't! It was impossible ...!
"Come Caesar, up, Darling!" Jean gasped, lustfully reaching behind to teasingly stroke the soft, rippling flesh of one white rounded buttock. "Now, Baby, do it to Jean ... Like you did last night, Darling ...!"
Mark watched, open-mouthed as Caesar bounced up onto the bed and moved behind Jean, in between her wide-spread legs and thighs. He heard the beast eagerly whimper once more, then saw him sniff and lash out with his long, wet tongue, ravenously lapping over the entire area of her nakedly exposed genital crevice! It stroked from the recessed little hole of her puckered anus, down beneath the flushed pink edges of her full wet runt. Even to the base of the wispy golden curls it reached, penetrating there to moistly flick down against her tiny clitoris. Wildly, then his young wife began to moan as again and again, the brute repeated the act, his long, thick tongue savagely knifing through her soft, sensitive vaginal slit, spreading her open in the tenderest parts until she began to twitch and jerk, while he, her own husband, watched in helpless captivation.
Christ, he wasn't going to try and explain it to himself! It was utterly impossible, but there it was, taking place right before his very eyes, and she unashamedly knowing that he was watching as she salaciously gave herself sexually to the wild, killer-dog! God almighty, what was she trying to prove ... that she was just a wanton bitch ... gasping aloud now as Caesar drew his hot, feral tongue up through the entire length of her hungrily pulsating cuntal-crevice? Then, she closed her eyes and was inching her knees farther apart on the mattress to open the inner liquid flesh even wider to him! Spellbound, Mark watched the glistening animal-tongue thrust into the moist, hair-lined little slit, flicking at the hotly quivering mouth of her tight vagina, ravishing her excited young genitals mercilessly, while she moaned down into the bed and lewdly coaxed him on!
"Yes ... yesss, my sweet darling! That's it Caesar lover ... Lick my cunt with your beautiful hot tongue! Show him ...! Oh Mark, darling, watch and see, please! I-I love it ... love you ... Love him!" she coarsely babbled. "Ooohhh ... yes ... Caesar baby! Now ... now climb up on me and fuck me from behind Darling! Shove your beautiful cock into my cunt! Now, Caesar ... now!"
Mark choked out a gasp, his eyes straining as the powerful dog mounted her, his muscular furry body crowding in toward the smooth roundness of her widespread buttocks, his strong forelegs clutching at her soft, white hips! Uncontrollably, her husband sensed his own naked cock swelling into a solid, revived hardness at the beastly sight of the shimmering, scarlet animal-cock slipping from its huge sheath. It dripped freely, its tapered point jerking and dancing as Caesar hunched in close to her, endeavoring to bury the lean reddened tip and its thickening solidness into his wife's curvaceous white body! Oh Christ! Oh Christ ...! he inwardly groaned, his big hand subconsciously clutching and beginning to gently stroke his own long rod of re-aroused hardness!
With an unrestrained, sensual moan, Jean waggled the twin white ovals of her upthrusting buttocks back in tiny searching circles attempting to capture Caesar's long probing cock. She hoped to God that Mark wasn't missing a single moment of her licentious performance ... and more important, that he would understand the very meaning behind it! God, how she wanted her beautiful animal-lover's long, thick penis fucking up inside her to finish the task her husband would never have lasted through! Her brain raced in lustful excitement as she reached down between her legs, grasping the wet, rubbery spear of swollen dog-cock, causing Caesar to whimper in a half deep throated growl. She guided its throbbing tip toward her hotly quivering vaginal mouth, then held her breath!
Immediately, Caesar humped upward from behind, spreading her dilated cunt-channel and pubic curls even wider as with a single powerful lurch, he buried his long, thick pleasure-bringing cock deep up into the seething pink hole between her legs!
"Oooohhh ... ohhhh!" Jean gutturally sighed, her held breath gushing from her lungs. "Oooohhh Goddd ... it's so beautiful ... so beautiful, Mark darling ...!"
Mark watched in building lustful fascination that he couldn't hide, raised to a naked, sitting position on the floor, his hand still grasping his own throbbing cock. The painful meaning of her incredibly obscene performance had finally dawned on him! It was him, her husband Mark Blakely, that she was trying to shame, not herself, and as he gaped at the long, scarlet rod of glistening animal-cock racing wetly into her, he realized she'd accomplished her purpose. Christ, what kind of a man was he, anyway? Too concerned with everything but what he should be ... the happiness of his beautiful young wife! But he'd make it up to her ... Christ, he would, if she'd ever give him the chance again! His own heavy cock had begun to achingly throb at the sight of the great dog, Caesar's, sunk in his Jeannie's nibbling moist pussy to the hilt, his heavy animal-balls swinging wildly down beneath the saturated curls of her soft, naked loins ...!
"Oh Caesar ... oohhhh!" she moaned, her eyes wide and glazed as the massive dog fucked into her from behind. "Oohhh ... ooohhh Mark darling ... do you understand, now ... now when you can see how he fucks me ...? Do you ...?"
"Y-Yes, Baby ... I do ... Christ, I do!" he choked, unrestrainably stroking his own burning length of rigid cock-flesh.
"Oh Mark ...!" Jean gasped, her eyes momentarily focusing on her husband's hand avidly clutching at his swollen penis, the sight firing added fuel to her sensual passion. "Darling ... bring it up here to me! Let me lick and suck the ache out of it for you! Please, Lover, I want to ... please?"
Slowly, Mark got to his feet. a jolt of fiery sensations charge through him at her ardent request. Was it possible that she was going to ...? Hell yes ... anything was feasible after what he'd already witnessed ...! Hesitantly, he moved, his eyes ever flexed on Caesar watching him ... staring incessantly as he fucked away with open mouth while Jean moved backward rhythmically, meeting his powerful long strokes into her openly absorbing vagina!
Jean breathed a moan of new maddening excitement when she realized what she was going to do! She watched her husband crawl onto the bed, at the same time feeling Caesar's forelegs like furry arms clinging tightly to her soft hips. She undulated her feverish buttocks, giving herself fully to the beautiful fucking her Caesar was pounding into her from behind!
And then, Mark was kneeling before her, his hardened thick cock in front of her face! She reached out and curled her fingers around its hotly throbbing length, feeling it jerk to her touch. Gently, she slid back its heavy foreskin, sensing it pulsate in her soft, small hand, its moist, bulbous head with its tiny slit at the tip intensely thrilling her. She heard Mark's husky groan to her tender stroking caresses, and saw the pearlish drop of moisture bead at the little opening from the ministrations of her milking hand! Oh God ... she wanted that! Yes ... yes and all that would follow, to the very last drop, squirting hotly up into her mouth and belly ...!
Chapter 9
There had been an immediate violent hate that raged through Caesar toward the male human who had dared to penetrate the golden-haired female with his mating hardness. He had killed those of his own kind before for daring to violate his claim, and would have done so again had not the golden one interceded. In his uncanny brain he had realized that it was her wish that the male human be spared, and he had done so to please her. There was, Caesar instinctively knew, a bond that affectionately linked them, and though he jealously resented it, he would accept it because of her.
Now, as he eagerly clung to the soft smooth whiteness of his golden mate's hips and rapidly thrust the claiming hardness of his animal cock deep up into the depths of her female core, he watched with keenly alert eyes the approach of the unclothed male onto the sleeping place. His human phallus extended before him, he slowly moved toward her face, until she had taken the length in her petting hand, the sighing vibrations of her soft white body clearly transmitted to him. Something from ages past then clicked in his memory bank, and he instinctively knew what she would do with it. Hot racing blood streamed through him at the flashing knowledge, increasing as he saw her small tongue dart out to lick wetly over the tip! His powerful loins trembled at the sight, but no longer in jealousy, aware that this was what she wanted, and intuitively, he charged deeper and deeper into her, his huge hardness painfully throbbing ...!
A maddening joy filled lean as Caesar furiously fucked into her inflamed cunt from behind and she gaped at her Mark's long, hard cock jerking hotly in her clutching little hand. She drew in her breath and flicked out her eager tongue, bringing it into seething contact with the smooth, rubbery tip! She swirled it around slowly, moistly, experimentally, while Mark twisted and groaned; then she ventured toward the tiny split and wiggled her tongue-tip into it! Wild fermentations rippled through her trembling naked body as she tasted the pungent sweetness the droplets of his seminal fluid contained, causing her nostrils to flare erotically wide. She smoothed her hand along the rock-hard rod to the velvety flesh at its thick base, then downward to lovingly cup his sperm-bloated balls. She slipped her warm, tongue-moistened lips over the damp, spongy head then, letting it glide along the full length of her tongue, her hot mouth locking around it in a fervent liquid pressure.
Mark groaned above her extended lovely head, watching with lust-filled eyes her tightly locked lips ovalling hotly around his burning hard cock, hardly believing the electrifying sight of her beautiful innocent young face so grotesquely distorted as she began to suck him with unquestionable desire. Oh Christ ... had this huge fucking brute-dog that was pantingly glaring at him actually done this to her? If so, he owed the powerful beast more than he could ever repay him! Damn! She was sucking his cock as if she were never going to get enough!
He began a slow undulation with his naked hips, sliding his thick, swollen hardness in and out of her lips with a slick damp suction sound, guided by her hand grasping at its base while he held her face between his own. He stared with intense captivation at the puffing and hollowing of her smooth white cheeks as his thick cock moved in and out, her head beginning to bob up and down and toil with demanding fervency. Her whole curvaceous, satin-fleshed body quivered in naked ripples from the powerful jolts of Caesar's plunging cock hammering rapidly into her from behind, driving her frantically on!
Oh ... ooohh heaven ...Jean wildly reasoned, caught between her two wonderful lovers' beautiful, hardened cocks, both of them preparing to spill their hot, liquid fire from either end of her body deep into her craving belly! In lust-filled joy, she ground her wide-spread young buttocks back hard against her Caesar's furry, battering body, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the smooth crevice between them. She sensed tiny streams dribbling down the backs of her smooth inner-thighs, while the mounting pressure in her inflamed loins wanted of the climatic moment near at hand!
For one brief moment, Mark wondered if he wasn't in some sort of drugged comas imagining it all ... but no ... Christ, he was wide awake, and it was all happening! There wasn't any doubt about it ... none whatever, with the ferocious animal-face savagely watching him, its tongue hanging loosely from his mouth to let drops of saliva drop onto the smooth hollow of Jean's naked back! The medallion, its eagle and centurion intermittently becoming visible as it twisted and jerked beneath his throat from his vicious body-thrusts was undeniably further proof! But no longer was the powerful dog's fangs bared at him, and there seemed to be a mellowness in his glowing eyes as he watched Mark.
Christ, it was insane to even try to reason it all with the roaring furnace of lust bubbling in his balls! The huge animal's violent fucking cock pounding into his wife's luscious pink cunt were driving her mouth forward onto his own aching cock until he wondered why it didn't choke her! It was reaching her throat to her tonsils, his pubic-hair brushing at the tip of her lovely nose, while his sperm-inflated balls in her soft, warm hands ached in a bloating buildup of massive pressure!
Damn, she was like an animal herself with her lips locked tightly around the length of his raging cock, increasing her unbelievable hungry little sucking motions until he thought his balls would turn inside out! Great swirls of heat were massing in their secret depths as he watched her passion-infused face pulling hungrily on it! He sensed the muscles of his stomach tighten and he arched forward, pushing his throbbing hardness up even further between the searing heat of her greedily sucking lips! He gaped at the pink ridges pulling out from her mouth, clinging voraciously to it as she pumped her head up and down and undulated her hips back at the dog in a wild uncontrolled frenzy!
Oh shit ...! Now! Strangled noises forced their way up into Mark's throat! "Oh Christ, Jean baby ... suck it hard ... I-I'm cuummiinnnggg ...!"
Jean heard his cry at the very moment it burst, his jerking cock gushing forth hot, stream-like jets of his pungent cum! It flooded her mouth and throat with its delicious liquid heat! She sensed her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed in greedy thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the spasming cock so as not to lose a single drop! On and on, his wonderful balls continued to pump out his milk-white sperm into her mouth, while his hands clutched at her head, pulling her face harder down onto his convulsively softening penis!
The ecstasy of it was even greater than Jean had imagined, and at the first hot, piquant taste of his cum, her own climax was triggered! She thrust her naked grinding asscheeks back harder at her panting animal-lover, wanting the full benefit of his tremendously expanding cock raging into her wildly flaming cunt! Every muscle of her body contracted and jerked as she felt the erotic release of spasming rapture exploding deep down in her screaming loins and belly! She continued to gulp and suck at her husband, Mark's wonderfully erupting cock, her soft, curl-lined cuntal sphincter clenching and opening like an angered fist from behind! Her insanely jerking young buttocks flexed into white hardness and she gurgled out a whimpering wail as her quaking body unleashed and exploded too in the moment she had been striving for! There was no time, no space, no motion ... only the unbelievable bliss of her orgasm! Again and again, she was struck by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle and cord in her pleasure-filled young cunt ... then Caesar began to hump forward faster and spew his hot load of wild animal sperm deep up into the hidden recesses of her trembling belly! Once more, she climaxed, half-screaming and slamming her yielding soft buttocks hard back onto his magnificently squirting cock ...!
Chapter 10
They didn't talk, Jean and Mark Blakely, only lie cuddled together in the silent darkness of the night. In passing minutes, Mark knew that she had fallen into an exhausted sleep and he nestled her closer to him. Tomorrow, perhaps, they would talk about it ... maybe, they would never speak of it!
Mark had seen him go, leaping easily back through the open window without so much as a backward glance, but Jean hadn't wanted to look ... as if she couldn't face the thought of his leaving. In moments, they had heard his howling cry pierce the night, and then Jean had smiled and moved tightly into his arms.
Christ, whatever ... that fierce brute-animal had brought them closer together actually shown them the way! But even so ... it was his duty! He had to destroy the killer animal and his pack! He had no choice but to try to eliminate any enemy of society ... and the ferocious, raping Caesar was that ...!
It was a long time before Mark Blakely slept that night.
