Unfortunately, the depths of our social ugliness was reached in a recent cult-ritual where more than several people met their doom in a barbaric murder-score. The nation looked on aghast as the events and particulars of this dastardly crime were unfolded before them ... or did they look on in lewd, unquenchable lust?
The fact remains that when all is judiciously accounted for, the punishment of the perpetrators will not be the issue, for that will find a tiny column on page five in the second section of the evening tabloid, hardly noticeable nor of interest; but what will catch the eye will have to do with the most recent of deplorable atrocities.
That our younger generation can conceive of such horrors as they not only walpurgisly conjure, but, in fact, carry them out in even more diabolical methods than our frankensteinish, older minds are able to cope with, is, or should be, no longer a question.
They can, and do!
In Sir Launcelot-Vol. II, Jon Reskind has endeavored to stir in the parental imagination of his readers the simplicity and easily acquired possession of our young people ... our children ... of drugs, no matter how mild or universally accepted.
One must immediately give thought, having read Sir Launcelot-Vol. II, to the ultimate end of Nadine Sheldon, a beautiful girl whose drug experiments destroyed her. But by the same token, let's give credence to the generation who warped her.
This is the fifth book in the Parksburg Saga. We are proud to say that we are the first publishers to bring to light the truth in its utter depths, the unexpurgated basics of realism just as Mr. Reskind subscribed from his mountainous volumes of notes in compiling this series. He never implied that it would be nice ... that we were talking about boy-girl, happy ending romances. He vowed to tell it as it is ... and he has.
We, the publishers, suggest you read this volume with careful perspicacity, for the author has meant that you should. Hidden between the lines rests the insights of Nadine Sheldon, Ann Trent and Leslie Sayer. Their male counterparts, too, give of their inner selves ... and after the sympathy one quickly establishes for Mike Sayer, he has to wonder about the hatred he feels for Vic Regher....
Mr. Reskind has vowed to bring us face to face with the finale of his saga-expose in the next and final volume of this epic, when he unfolds the mystery that has lain in the background all through this graphic history.
May we say that as Jon Reskind's publishers, we are extremely proud of being the medium able to bring his works before the public eye?
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER 1
If only Jamey were still in Parksburg; he would know what to do to help her. She couldn't call her mother, nor anyone else; how could she tell them? There was absolutely nothing she could do but wait ... wait and see what he intended to do to her.
She trembled noticeably beneath her long-sleeved blouse and black mini-skirted jumper.
The young woman at the desk paid her less attention than she might a stray dog or cat that had wandered in off the street. She couldn't be much over twenty, Nadine Sheldon speculated in nervous, fleeting thought, not unpretty and dressed in a semi-version of voguish leg display, seemingly immune to all around her. Her fingers literally flew over the electric typewriter keys with an indifferent air the voluptuous, teenage brunette openly envied. God, if only she, herself, could enjoy such unconcern right at that moment....
It had all happened so fast ... so unexpectedly ... and just when everything was going well for her. It didn't seem possible! She, Nadine Sheldon, arrested! Think of it? Arrested!
The mere word alone and the ramifications it implied caused tears to well up into her eyes for the umpteenth time. She couldn't bring herself to accept it; yet, there she sat on a straight back, hard bench in an ugly, grey-walled office that smelled of paper, cigar smoke and disinfectant ... yes, and ... and quite arrested! My God, her Mom would go into a conniption! Oh, Jamey ... why aren't you here when I need you ... instead of off in Arizona someplace shooting your damned TV series?
"Mr. Regher wants you to come in now," the lithe-fingered typist said. She nodded her pretty head. "Go on, he's waiting."
She pointed toward the dark-stained, forbidden door. Nadine arose; her legs wobbled dangerously, as if they might not support her. She forced them into motion, one following the other, crossing the room toward the looming barrier, thinking: Lord ... all I did was smoke one little joint ...!
"Well? Come in, come in ... Sit down," Vic Regher ordered, stone-faced.
He leaned back in a large, black swivel chair, watching her stunning young body glide nymph-like over the faded carpet to the armed seat beside his desk he had indicated. She slipped into it almost silently, her well-shaped, nylon-encased legs a sensually inspiring sight before him. She shook her head through force of habit to arrange her hair, tossing the long, raven tresses in a wide fan below her shoulders, the way she preferred. He softened his expression, half-smiling, drinking in the depths of her frightened, sparkling, dark, almond-shaped eyes, the delicate bone structure of her lovely ivory-complexioned face, and at last, the enticing protuberances of her firm, rotund young breasts jutting forward and upward at him provocatively. He sensed the lechery in his own rapacious eyes and made no effort to conceal it.
She was ... or had a strain of the occidental in her, he knew. Her mother was Korean and French, Eurasian was the term, he imagined, a delicious looking bitch if he'd ever seen one, and the daughter was her image. The kid's father, Cal Sheldon, had killed himself for some unknown reason the police hadn't been able to come up with, and that's when he'd really gotten an eyeful of the mother, Susan Sheldon. She'd taken a dancing job at the Diamond Dell, a damned near naked routine, and every male in Parksburg had piled into the joint to gape at her. Su Lyn, Max Bovino had tagged her ... then, Max had wound up dead. Maybe, they were jinxed, the pair of them, Vic Regher thought, as he continued to ogle the young lovely before him lustfully.
"You're in trouble, Nadine," he said, using her name with empowered authority, his hands folded across his lean stomach, his voice guttural and malicious. Then, she noticed that he still wore the black-glove on his right hand and it remained in the stiffened, unreal shape she had first noticed out at the estate. "Narcotics ... a very serious charge ... but I suppose you're aware of that, aren't you?"
She nodded, licking nervously at the full red lips of her perpetually pouting mouth. God, she knew, all right ... but who ever expected to get busted smoking pot in their own home? If only she hadn't answered the door....
"Common procedure would be to book you," Vic Regher advised her. "Because of your age, you'd be shoved into Juvenile Hall. 'Course, your mother'd have to know ... it'd be a hell of a mess, Nadine."
The girl didn't speak. She dropped her eyes toward her barely skirt-covered lap. What he'd said was true; she knew that much. Damn! He'd merely knocked, questioned her for a moment about Mike Sayer, then, abruptly, pushed open the door. "I smell pot!" he'd snapped viciously ... and there it all lay on the coffee table where she'd left it, the whole little bag Jamey had given her.
She raised her eyes. "Are ... are you a narc agent?"
Regher grinned. He was a big man, muscular and tall with a hard body and square, acromegalic-like facial features. His lecherous eyes were an abnormally dull grey, his lips bloodless, his smile, it seemed to Nadine, deadly. "No, he answered after a moment. "I'm a probation officer ... but we all work together. Authority is authority ... know what I mean, kid?"
"Y-Yes," she replied, not sure really, but it seemed the proper thing to say. Dear God, her Mom was going to be sick over her. Mom'd had so much grief the past year with Daddy's suicide, and that horrible Max Bovino using both she and her mother like vile animals ... and now, when her Mom had just taken the new position as secretary to Adam Kallen, the attorney, her only child had to mess herself up and disgrace both of them ... If only Jamey hadn't left for Arizona; even though he was a lousy four-flusher, he would know how to get her out of this....
"I'd like to help you ... you seem like a sharp, sensible kid." Regher shifted in his chair for more comfort. Subconsciously, Nadine guessed him to be forty-five, maybe older. His hair was greying at the temples, but not yet thinning ... ample, in fact, waved and attractive for a man. "But the law's the law," he went on, "and I'm sworn to uphold it." He offered an excuse of a smile, showing white, strong teeth. "A parole officer has too many responsibilities, damnit." Suddenly, he came forward, his gloved hand rapping the desk top prosthetically, his expression stern. Nadine gave a start from the shock.
"What the hell do you know about Mike Sayer?" he barked.
"M-Mike Sayer...?" She didn't understand. What did she know ... outside of the fact that he was young and handsome ... and that he had an exciting, lustful eye on her whenever they met ... much like this cold, frightening man did right at the moment, only considerably more appetizing...? "He's the caretaker at Jamey's ... Mr. Halo's estate," she responded, hesitantly.
"You said, Jamey. You know him that well?"
"Y-Yes. He's engaged to my mother...."
"Halo...? You mean, the actor ... that slob on the Gallant Ranger series?" Regher questioned skeptically. "Christ, he's just a punk-kid! Your mother must be ten years older than him ... Hell, he's gotta be your age...." Nadine felt her face flushing hotly. Of course, he was right; others had made the same remarks to her, embarrassing remarks, but it was none of their business, nor his ... not even hers. It was between her Mom and Jamey....
So, he was nineteen and she thirty-one! So what...?
"Well, to hell with that," Regher said. "What about Sayer?"
Nadine swallowed tightly. She told the truth: "I hardly know him. He ... they've only been there a short while."
"They?"
"Mrs. Sayer ... and Mr. Sayer."
Vic Regher leaned back in his chair, half grinning. "Mr. Sayer ... Mrs. Sayer," he mumbled. "They're not much older than you, either ... How old are you, kid?"
"Fifteen."
"What are they? Twenty or so?"
"I-I don't know ... I suppose so."
"You ... you don't know much at all, do you, Baby?" His voice was low, mean, almost evil in tone. "But you know about pot, and probably a few other little goodies, eh?"
God...! She wished she dare jump up and run out of there! The horrible man nearly frightened her out of her wits! Finally, she said: "Honest, I don't know them, Mr. Regher. They work on Jamey Halo's estate, that's all I know. Mr. Sayer's the caretaker, like my father used to be before ... before he died ... We live there because my Mom is supposed to marry...."
"Supposed to?" he interrupted, grinning almost salaciously. "I thought you said that your mother was going to marry the punk."
"Oh ... oh Lord, how should I know what they're going to do?" Nadine blurted, tears glistening in her lovely eyes once more. "Why
... why are you asking me all these questions, anyway...?"
Again, the big man brought his artificial hand down heavily against the desk top. He came forward spreading his forearms on the ink-stained blotter, his cruel eyes leering in rage. "Listen to me you little bitch! You're in trouble all the way up to that luscious ass. Now, just in case you don't know it, I can put you away for a bundle of months! On top of that, I can scribble the word 'incorrigible' across your sheet and you'll get the no-mercy treatment ... just a little girl lost! Eh? Now, you want to try me, just let me hear one more outburst."
Nadine felt as if the whole established world was suddenly descending upon her in bitter, unreal vengeance ... unreal and unwarranted punishment that she simply couldn't comprehend. Dear God, she really hadn't done anything ... smoke a bit of pot ... but ... but was that so bad? She gaped at Vic Regher's bone-distorted face and read the underlying wicked evil in his eyes. What could she say or do...?
"All right, kid ... want to make a deal?" he said, once more laying back in his black chair. "How'd you like to collaborate on the catching of a criminal? Work with the law instead of against it for a change? Nothing much required on your part ... just a little cooperation."
He watched her expression: she raised her lovely, delicate featured face in puzzled interest, the exotic eyes still glazed behind the dampness of noticeable tears, a new, faint hope sparkling there. A light sensation of borderline sadism rippled through him. Novitiate bitch, he thought venomously. They were all alike, from the cradle to the grave ... bitches, but they had to pass through the metamorphic stages. And she was just coming into the full transformation....
Evelyn had been sixteen when he'd met her ... God, how he'd loved her, so beautiful, so blonde, so utterly helpless ... then had come Korea, the loss of his hand ... and the horrible, impossible, unbelievable "Dear John" letter! He'd never seen her again ... couldn't find her ... but one day he would ... he'd kill her then! Kill her just as she'd killed him! Christ, he'd go insane if it wasn't for his work ... blow his mind completely. And he was good at it ... unrelenting, unmerciful and unfailing ... of this, he had a right to be proud. His own philosophy had too often proved the leniency of a senile judge and the compassion of a parole board wrong, and it had fallen on him to mete out justice. Once a criminal, always a criminal ... once a bitch, always a bitch! And this little apprentice slut, before she reached full status, was going to pay the penalty for her sex by playing the pawn for him ... and godamnit, maybe more than that before he was finished ... , he thought, his eyes raking her licentiously.
"Well?" he said.
"I-I don't know what you mean ... help you catch a criminal. Who?" Nadine questioned, his words sponsoring the first ray of hope she'd felt since falling under the jurisdiction of this terrifying man.
Maybe, there was a way to keep the whole sordid mess from Mom. God, she'd had enough now already, hadn't she? Knowing the type of individual Jamey was would've been enough to set anyone else off, but not Mom. Lord, what a strong and noble person she was ...!
"Don't play coy with me, kid," Regher snapped. "I've got you figured all the way. And what I see in your future ain't good ... but you work with me and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you an undeserved break. Like I said, nothing much required on your part ... just a little seduction is all ... know what I mean?"
Nadine stared at him. For a moment, she'd had hopes. Of a sudden, her belly quivered spasmodically.
"Well ... do you?"
"Y-Yes. I-I think so."
He broke into a slow, lewd grin. "You a virgin?"
Nadine hesitated, steeled herself and answered. "No," she said.
Regher sniggered foully. "So ... as usual, I had that one figured." He grunted, pretending disgust. "Well ... that's neither here nor there ... but better for you that you're not, I suppose." He reached for a cigar in the humidor on his desk, clipped the end with a jackknife and lighted it while Nadine watched and waited in tremulous, fear-filled suspense. "I want ... ," he continued, blowing out smoke, " ... I want you to compromise Mike Sayer ... seduce him ... get him in the sack ... and I'll be hidden in another room at the same time. I won't interfere ... I just want to be where I can watch ... and get a few shots of him attacking you, a minor ... an underage, innocent little girl...." He smiled, leaning back and holding his cigar regally before his bloodless mouth. "Doesn't that sound nice and enlightening? An innocent little girl ... which is what you'll be if you play ball, rather than a juvenile addict tucked away on ice with a bunch of lesbians and a heartbroken mama?"
The full meaning and impact of his words caused a repulsive shudder to creep over her whole lithe young body. He was offering her a deal ... a vile pact that she had no alternative but to accept ... else hang herself and disgrace her mother ... but why? Why Mike Sayer, what did he mean ... a criminal? She stared over the desk at him, endeavoring to derive some meaning from his evil and lecherous, glaring eyes. She could decipher nothing but lurid wickedness.
God! Mike Sayer! And he'd had such other, more pleasurable designs concerning that blond-haired, handsome young Adonis....
"I don't intend sitting here bargaining with you, kid," Regher said sharply, interrupting her thoughts. "And you're in no position to hedge. "You either do what I say ... all the way down the line, regardless, or I hang that luscious ass of yours. Now ... I'm quite through playing with you. It makes damned little difference to me what you decide, Baby. I just thought I might give you a break ... providing you're nice to me on the side, of course. We can help each other, know what I mean?"
Nice to him! Mother of God! That could only mean one thing! But ... but, what were the alternatives? She simply couldn't speak; she could only gape at him. "I-I'm ... not sure I understand," she heard herself finally stammer.
"To hell you don't!" Regher barked, getting from his chair in a sudden rage and strutting around the room. He puffed at his cigar savagely. "I've laid it out for you, but I'll make it plainer. I want you to get Mike Sayer in the sack ... fuck him! Fuck him good! On top of that, I have some personal little games we'll play! You and me! Now ... is that clear? Or do you want diagrams?"
Nadine couldn't remember ever being petrified with fear, but she was at that very moment; yet, irrational sensations had begun to seize her, too. His use of the lewd, four-letter word ricocheted in her brain lasciviously. She ... she had to be caught up in some sort of foul nightmare....
"Damn you! Answer me!" he snarled at her with bared teeth. "I'm not going to force you! You're going to agree of your own free, wanting will!"
She reasoned then, that it was all so true ... so real! She heard him hiss: "Which is it? The Hall for eighteen months or my proposition? Speak up, bitch! This is no godamned game!"
Nadine shook her troubled head frantically. "I-I don't know ... Dear God...!"
"Speak up, I said! Damn you ... you little cunt!"
"Oh God ... yes, yes! What ... whatever you say!" She began to weep in her lap, holding her beautiful young face with her hands. "II don't want to be arrested...! Please ... please, don't send me to Juvenile Hall ... and my mother ... Don't tell her ... She raised her crumbled, tear-stained face to him: "Promise ... promise me that my Mom won't know...?"
A slow, despicable, sadistic smirk spread across Vic Regher's hardened face. Ripples of pleasure raced through his loins, his heavy member stirring inside his shorts. Shit, he thought, fuck! The little voluptuous bitch was a sensuous goldmine! Just what he'd been needing for a long time ... ever since that girl in Phoenix....
That bitch's father had robbed that grocery as sure as his Evelyn slept every night of her life with another man! Her father was a criminal, a thief, a breaker of the stringent law! But he'd offered her a deal, too. "Be nice to me. I've nothing against black people. Be nice to me and I'll save your Daddy ... let his friend take the rap alone! Be nice to me, Baby eh?" Well ... she had, damn her, stupid no-good slut! She'd been more than nice to him ... and he'd kept his word, hadn't he? It was later, a month after her father had been acquitted that he'd killed him ... satisfied the social debt. Justice ... it wasn't paradoxical ... it was necessarily actual!
"Promise me?" Nadine insisted, marring his reverie.
"Don't ... don't worry about that, Baby," he managed, licking at his bloodless lips. "Your mother won't know."
"She'd ... she'd just die ... I know she would, if she ever thought...."
"She won't know, I said," Regher insisted.
"No one'll know ... there won't be any charges against you, Baby ... providing you do as you're told." He had moved close to stand above her chair, looking down at her. He leaned over and placed his huge hand onto her inner-thigh, several inches above her knee. His hot hand began to massage gently, suggestively.
Nadine cringed but not unexcitedly, beneath his hot, meaningful caress. She dare not look up at him. He seemed like a great, massive ogre vomited from the depths of hell itself. She trembled beneath his touch. His strong, powerful hand stroked the inside of her full, white, hose-covered thigh between her legs to the shrinking, naked smooth flesh above, then, he paused and withdrew it.
"You ready ... to do what I tell you ... without hesitation?" he half-whispered.
Nadine's breath hitched in her throat. "Y--Yes," she managed, finally. "Yes ... whatever you say."
Regher couldn't control his elated grin. "Good," he said, after a moment. Jesus, what a time I'm going to have with this one! Like some godamned virginal slave, except she ain't, damn her! She's a bitch in the making, like all the others, and she'll pay for that! Bitch! Treat her like a bitch! Make her pay ... once a bitch ... always a bitch!
"Come on," he said, sharply. "I'll take you home ... give you the particulars of what I want on the way."
Slowly, half-dazed, Nadine pushed herself up from her chair.
* * *
It had begun to snow and the road was already coated with a thin layer. It looked like a heavy storm in the making to Vic Regher; in hours traffic would be damned near a standstill. He hated the winters, and that particular section of the country specifically, but his never ending search for Evelyn had led him there and he thought of the cold January misery as just one more endurable torment he must bear in his vindictive quest.
The sexy little lovely beside him, huddled in her fur coat and withdrawn into the corner of the seat, sat unmoving, staring straight ahead silently; maybe, she was hypnotized by the rhythmic sweep of the windshield wipers, he thought, grinning carnally to himself as he drove with care along the narrow highway toward Quarrysite, the exclusive section on the outskirts of Parksburg where the Halo estate was located. But a better guess would be that she was frightened out of her sweet little mind over what he'd just got through telling her he expected her to do in helping him nail Mike Sayer; he hadn't spared the details, nor hesitated in reminding her what would happen if she failed him. Now, he was simply letting her digest it, while his brain filled with the other aspects of what lay before him in the next few minutes. Hell, his prick was hard as a ramrod just thinking about it .
. but he'd have to make it fast with this lousy storm coming on....
"It's the next turn," Nadine said, interrupting his thought. "To the right. I ... I can walk up from the road .
. you don't have to drive in. You might get stuck...."
"I'll gamble," Regher said, glancing y over at her and grinning. "Who's home, anyway?"
"N-No one. My Mom had to work late tonight...."
The ugly parole officer chuckled. "How convenient," he said, "for us ... eh?"
Nadine couldn't stop her trembling, but it was not from the cold. The terrible man was some sort of demon! The vile and obscene things he'd said to her, expected her to do to trap Mike Sayer, but why? Why? He'd refused to tell her that. Dear God ... what could she do? Oh, not that she hadn't entertained some forbidden little plans of her own concerning Mike, but now, it was all different. She could even visualize his pretty wife, Leslie, and feel compassion for her....
"Everything clear in your mind, Baby?" his menacing voice came through to her. "You'll get him in the sack ... fuck him silly ... understand?" he said, bringing the car to a halt in the drive and cutting the motor. "You fail me ... and you pay, girl ... pay like you've never dreamed...."
"I know! I know!" Nadine replied sharply, looking toward him, then throwing open the door and jumping out into the falling snow. "I'll ... I'll call you ... once it's arranged. I promise, I'll call...."
Vic Regher stepped from his side of the vehicle. He was still grinning. "Just want to make sure you're safe and sound," he said, circling the automobile and taking her arm tightly. "Let's go inside."
Nadine couldn't fight him; she was too afraid. He held her arm and loomed above her like a great specter. There was no doubt in her mind but what something lewd and horrible was going to happen to her ... If only she hadn't locked Sir Launcelot in her room ... and then, they were inside.
When he saw the bar he went behind it without asking, made himself a drink, then, stood staring licentiously at where she remained in the center of the room, still huddled inside her coat. He moved from behind the bar to a chair and sat down in it, his lecherous eyes never leaving her.
"I don't have much time, kid," he said, sipping at his drink. "In a little while, the roads are going to be close to impassable ... so, we won't waste precious minutes ... Take your clothes off, while I watch."
The raven-haired young beauty could only stare at him in near-frozen disbelief. Was it possible...? Another rape like the night at the farm with the blind Max Bovino? Oh, my God! If there was just some way she could get to her room and let Sir Launcelot out....
"I said, take them off, damn you!" Regher hissed emphatically. "Or would you rather go back to Parksburg with me and stand a marijuana charge? Come on, which is it going to be, Kid?"
Slowly, automatically, Nadine removed her coat, letting it fall to the floor. There was no choice and she knew it ... either she submit to whatever obscene act pleased him, or destroy herself and bring further grief onto her mother ... Oh God! Her fingers moved numbly, as they began to unbutton her blouse ... and as her small, slender hands fumbled with her clothing, she sensed the strange tingling sensations ripple through her once more ... the same unexpected and unwanted fermentations that had haunted her sensual young body time and again since that wicked, debasing night that had perverted her whole, young existence....
Regher watched in lust-filled fascination as she removed first, the blouse, then her skirt and half-slip, until she stood before him clad only in white bra, panties, garterbelt and hose. His breathing rasped hotly from his throat while his member jerked with lascivious throbs inside his shorts, and then he noticed the tiny, unbelievable gleam of excitement sparkling in her dark eyes, and a wild charge of salacious desire raced through him.
The bitch! The little fucking bitch! She wants it! She can't help herself! She must be a nympho ... cock-crazy! I've stumbled across a 24-karat gold mine of ass...! Jesus Christ ...!
"Get 'em off!" he snarled. "All of it ... everything, you little cunt, you hear?"
The filthy vileness of his obscene mouth spewing the foul words at her only served to increase the prurient agitations that had burst uncontrollably alive within her belly, and Nadine responded to his command until she stood naked before him like a young vestal goddess. Oh Lord ... she just couldn't help herself!
Vic Regher had watched her remove her bra through hungry eyes that couldn't believe the voluptuous sight they beheld. Her breasts came unleashed before him in an upthrust magnificence he could only remember with his own Evelyn. Firm, strong, all-encompassing her chest in supple globes of delicious, satiny flesh, and peaked at their tips with rich, wine-colored hard nipples. Damn her! Damn her! His brain whirled in memory, while his eyes strained at the breathtaking spectacle. And then, all wispy garments lay at her feet and she waited, narrow-waisted, wide-hipped, full, delectably tapered thighs, and between them, the soft dark down of her young, vibrant loins causing his cock to dance wildly inside the confines of his own clothing, while her impossible near-wanton expression grew more abandoned as the seconds passed.
"You little slut!" he hissed at her in a hoarse voice choked with lust. "You want it, don't you? The word fuck sets you on fire, right? That little cunt of yours is wet with just the idea of a prick slipping up into it, isn't it? You are a bitch ... well, aren't you? Say it! Aren't you?"
Oh God, she couldn't help herself. The uncontrollable look on her face had given her away ... and she could see the swollen protuberance in the front of his trousers, straining to get out! God ... God, what was wrong with her? What sort of shameless slut had she become...?
"Come here!" he ordered, spreading his legs for her to move close in between them. "There isn't much time tonight with the storm ... I've got to get back to Parksburg, but there's enough for you to suck it, Baby. Wait," he said then, as she began to drop to her knees and he clutched at her hips. "I want to run my hand over you. Stand still ... just let me feel of you...."
He leaned forward in the chair while she stood with half-closed eyes, the muscles of her stomach spasming and with opened lips he sucked a rubbery, hard nipple between them, his mouth spreading to encompass even a generous portion of the proud, white firm flesh, and abruptly, Nadine felt his teeth sink into it cruelly. She whimpered aloud from the pain and tried to push his big face away, but he held her tight while his hand taunted the softness of her thighs, hips and buttocks, causing mixed sensations to soar through her, until, at last, she relaxed before him in helpless subservience. Suddenly, his one big, hot hand had smoothed up her inner-thigh and was brushing teasingly against the soft silken pubic hair; she felt his thick, middle finger tracing the thin line of her tiny pink vaginal split, then easing between the fleshy, hair-fringed lips of her now moist pussy, moving up and down tauntingly through the velvet-like coral flesh toward her small vaginal mouth ... and finally, worming up into her ... ever upward inside her warm, snug channel!
Nadine gasped down at him during the inserting process, her eye glazed in a blend of unfathomable emotions, both delight and humiliation overwhelming her as she sensed his thick finger sliding possessively further up into her while she stood as if frozen in erotic shame ... and then, his thumb began to massage the tiny, soon-erected bud of her clitoris maddeningly. She convulsed against him, causing her buttocks to spasm and circulate uncontrollably against the cold, hardness of his artificial hand.
"You love it, don't you, little girl?" he whispered hoarsely. "Love to have somebody playing with your cunt ... something hard like a finger, tongue or prick shoved right up into it ... Eh? Tell me! Don't you?"
"Oh ... oh God ... Please, Mr. Regher...?" Nadine whimpered.
He thumbed diligently at that tiny moist nub of her clitoris, while his prosthetic member pressed into her buttocks all simultaneous with the now swirling movements of his long thick middle finger inserted to the depths of her snail-like womb-mouth in the rapidly dilating passage of her vagina.
Choking gaps burst from the lovely young girl's throat as subconsciously, she began to circulate her hips onto and down against his huge, knowing hand, her excited young loins suddenly bathed in pleasurable, familiar rapture she could not resist.
Vic Regher laughed outright, his distorted featured face twisted now into an unbelievable grimace of lust. "You luscious little pig!" he spat. "You're nothing but a whore ... a hop-headed whore!" He laughed once more while he sadistically ground his thumb against the delicate, warm, moist flesh of her plexus, watching the tremors ripple over her lush, satin-skinned body in ruffles of ungovernable pleasure that had caused her mouth to go slack and her eyes to do a near-roll in her head in the overwhelming rapture that had taken complete charge of her being.
Jesus Christ! He had a true twenty-four karat fuck-mine here!
"On your knees, bitch! Take out my cock!
Lick it! Suck it!" he spat at her, yanking her brutally down between his spread thighs. "Get it out! Look at it, play with it, then, lick it! Lick it all over, you little bitch! Then, suck it ... damn you! Suck it 'til it cums in your mouth! You hear? Well ... do you?"
"Y-Y-Yes," Nadine choked, struggling at the zipper of his trousers, working desperately to get it free where she could see it ... feel it ... hold it ... suck it!
CHAPTER 2
Leslie Sayer went to the window and saw that the snow was falling harder now. She wouldn't mind if only Mike were home. Driving would soon be treacherous, and probably was already. She really loved the snow, had grown up in it, and was used to harsh winters, but she realized its dangers, too. She looked at her watch ... nine o'clock. Lord, he should've been back hours before. Parksburg was only a matter of three miles away and he'd been gone since early afternoon ... Damn! Why did he have to do these things? Why all the mystery? So uncalled for ... and he'd tell her nothing! Why? Why?
The tall willowy blonde moved away from the window, letting the lace curtain glide back into place. Her inherently attractive Nordic face, absent its usual gay radiance, had over the passing hours assumed a near saturnine expression of sadness, but only the faintest trace of tears had dampened her wide, azure-blue eyes. She had never been given to crying, not even as a child, and she didn't intend to start now as a married woman of nineteen. Subconsciously, she brushed her long, flaxen hair back behind her shoulder, and crossed the fireplace-lighted living room, her hands thrust deep in her painting smock pockets, her mind a continuous turmoil.
What, dear God? What was it that had wedged between them ... driving them apart farther and farther each day? It ... it seemed impossible! He loved her; she felt certain of it, just as she adored him ... and it wasn't as if they hadn't been happy ... except, of course, for the sexual aspects ... but in the beginning they both had been understanding about that, too, reasoning logically that perfect copulative harmony could take time. Admittedly, her straight-laced approach to the act hadn't helped matters; she hadn't known how to cope with the fears and little hangups an over-religious mother had instilled within her since childhood ... nor had he been any help, either, not until he had actually recognized the desire that was raging inside her, practically driving her into fits of frustrated emotion she, herself, couldn't understand. Then, just when she was so sure they were reaching each other, something had happened, and it was as if he were a thousand miles away from her ... and she was alone in a sea of darkness groping for him. It was insane ... so insane ... because he would come back and they'd be happy again, then, for no fathomable reason she would lose him to whatever it was and her world would seemingly drop from beneath her ... like this very day when he'd gone off to Parksburg with nothing more than an "I'll be back!"
God, in truth she wasn't even sure of that, was she? Truth? She couldn't help but weigh the meaning of the word in her mind. Had he ever told her the truth in the entire three months of their marriage? Had he...? Even the first night when she'd met him at the party that crazy Mel Rembrandt had thrown in the Village, and he'd whispered that he loved her ... was mad about her, and wanted to marry her right then, that very night ... without waiting another minute? To wait would be sacrilegious, he'd said! She'd laughed excitedly, and he'd held her tight and kissed her, causing every little cell that made up her being to burst vibrantly into life. Insane? Yes, yes, beautifully insane; nevertheless, they had run out the door hand in hand to his place, exchanging their vows in his bed; yet, as badly as she had wanted him to take her, make complete love to her, he would not because she was a virgin, and did not until after the Justice of the Peace had made it all legal, three days later.
Was all of that a lie, too? If so, why? She shook her pretty, troubled head in confusion. She had no ready answers ... none whatever ... only hope and a stubborn faith born of a love that seemed to grow stronger in the test, while his lessened and the wedge expanded between them. God, if only she could cry, maybe some of the hurt would go away then.
She walked into the kitchen and seated herself at the table where her cup of cold coffee sat. She took out a cigarette and lighted it. Of course, she should be working. Rosamond Strauss needed those illustrations for her "Charlie And The Cat" book and she'd promised them by the first of the year. They were already ten days late, and God knows, they needed The money. Mike hardly made enough with his caretaker routine ... another asinine thing he had chosen to do, baffling her. He had told her he was a law student taking a temporary respite for personal reasons, and she'd never thought to question that. Yet, after their marriage he'd made no effort to return to the university, but instead, had brought her here with absolutely no explanation, directly to this very place, as if he had known exactly where he was headed ... giving up his studies, everything, to look after Jamey Halo's estate.
It just didn't make sense ... any of it ... and he would tell her nothing!
If only she didn't love him so much, it might be easier to bear ... and perhaps she could look at it all sensibly ... even bring herself to leave him if it came to that. But she had only to see him, or hear his strong laughter to go limp at the knees ... In fact, hadn't it been his infectious laugh that had reached her in the first place? Would ... would she ever forget that moment...?
She remembered that it had struck her as a robust, musical sound, hardy and masculine, carrying over the impossible din choking the small, crowded apartment, with its too many wine-sodden guests in their every stage of nakedness at one o'clock in the morning, sensual love running rampant wherever one chose to look, and she, blushing, aghast Leslie, there by invitation of an airline stewardess friend, just about ready to run out of the place when his warm laughter reached her.
She had seen him then, near the front door, talking to a small group of people. He was tall, muscular, handsome and blond, as blond as she, herself, except that his hair was not so long as to attract attention in a conventional restaurant. Instantly she loved him, and knew that her Mom and Dad, brothers and sisters, their wives and husbands, the whole damned family would love him!
But they had never seen him, anymore than she had met his parents!
"Sorry, Honey, Minnesota's out right now," he'd answered her simply. "It'll have to wait ... maybe next summer...."
"Next summer? I-I don't understand, Mike," she had said in surprise, looking at him across the dinner table some two-weeks before Christmas. "Mother sent us the money to come ... and they want so much to meet you. Oh, please, Darling, Christmas would be just wonderful with all of us together, and I know everyone will be crazy about you...."
"No! Damnit, no!" he'd snapped, shoving back from the table and bolting to his feet. "If you want to go, then go! I can't, and that's that. Now, let it end there!"
But she hadn't. With a lump in her throat the size of an egg, she had followed him into the living room and said: "Then, we'll use the money to go to Ohio and meet your parents, Michael. Mom and Dad'll understand...."
"Godamnit, Leslie! Don't you hear well? I am not going to Minnesota, Ohio, or any other damned place. I'm staying right here!" he shouted at her angrily, once more jumping to his feet and storming around the room.
"But ... but, I don't understand...?"
"You don't have to understand! Is that clear?" he'd raged fitfully, and in a completely uncalled for burst of temper she couldn't comprehend.
Although it hadn't been the first time he had flown into an unexpected tantrum, it was the initial major one that brought her to realize the existence of some horrible, unknown thing wedging between them, and like a whipped little dog with its tail between its legs, she had slunk into their bedroom, undressed and lay shivering in the darkness.
Neither that memory nor ensuing events had become less painful with the passing of time, Leslie thought, standing to pour herself a warm cup of coffee. If anything, the whole impossibly unreal picture had worsened, especially in the sexual department, since he'd taken to heavy drinking. God, there were times it seemed when he was nothing more than an animal ... coming at her with his lust-hardened penis throbbing and brutal. She shuddered at the mere thought of it and the cruel disregard of him in his drunkenness, throwing himself on top of her, his face a mask of salacious desire as he plunged his blunt, thick shaft of flesh into her cringing, unprepared, vagina without the slightest trace of mercy, or fear of damaging her inwardly.
Oh, she might have fought him; perhaps she could have and successfully, too, in his drunken condition. After all, she was near as tall as he and not necessarily a weakling for a girl. Swedes were not known for their daintiness, and with three brothers she'd had to learn the art of self-defense at an early age. She was well aware of her broad shoulders, strong, firm breasts, lean waist, and full, breeding hips. But her strength, she knew, lay in her long, generously shaped thighs and calves, yet to fight him ... this handsome boy she loved ... never. Never! Even when he ignored her agonized pleas, his eyes glazed in his drunken lust, shoving her legs back until her knees ground into her full, supple breasts, his long, wicked rod battering against the very depths of her sensitive womb, she had endured it. Yes, even known sudden sensations of spontaneous pleasure from his brutal, carnal rape, excitement that he had briefly aroused within her belly and loins before he would selfishly empty his boiling sperm into her, then roll away in a stupefied coma. How many times had she reached out to him at that moment, the electrifying spasms wild and titillating inside her, only to be shrugged off angrily as he fell into an exhausted stupor....
Why? Why? Why? Another woman, maybe? God! Was it possible? No ... no! She couldn't believe that ... yet, what about Nadine Sheldon up at the main house? Hadn't she seen him staring after her, his eyes like a pair of glowing barbecue pits? Or ... or was she just imagining it because he'd brought her home from school yesterday? Jealousy, that was all! You're jealous, Leslie ... and of a mere child. God! You have to get hold of yourself, girl! Whatever is wrong, it's help he needs, not the warped thinking of a frustrated, jealous wife! Faith! Faith! You must have faith in him, or everything else is lost!
She arose from the table and passed through the front room to open the curtains once more. The highway lay a hundred yards or so away.
She stared through the silent, falling snow ... and saw nothing but stillness. Then, she went to the other window that faced toward the main house. The car was still parked in the drive. She stared at it absently. It wasn't Mrs. Sheldon's Ford ... the silhouette was different ... more like the one that had belonged to the man with the ugly face who had come looking for Mike that afternoon. Of course, it couldn't be, but remembering him caused an unpleasant cold tremor to pass over her.
He'd said very little and wouldn't leave his name, and she'd immediately gotten the feeling that his dull-grey eyes were raking her ... undressing her lecherously. Then, he'd left, but not before he'd openly spread his lips in an actual licentious grin and said: "I'll be back, Mrs. Sayer. Don't worry."
God, she had slammed and locked the door almost in outright fear. If she'd ever been ready to cry, it had been right at that moment. What was it? What was going on? Was this horrible man part of her Michael's mysterious action?
God! God! She had to keep her wits! He needed her; she was certain of it! Something horrible was happening to him ... to them! Oh Michael ... Darling, Darling please come home? Please ... please, let me help...?
CHAPTER 3
Vic Regher's ugly featured face was twisted into an obscene expression of sheer, sadistic lust as he watched the lovely and naked, raven-haired teenager fumble with trembling small hands at the zipper of his trousers, then reach inside to encircle his thick, hard shaft, helping it burst free like a heavy, throbbing lance. He saw her eyes grow wide in combination awe and baffling confused desire, tiny flames of mounting, but unwanted, passion burning in them. Her fingers on his prick caused a hot sensation of feeling to jolt through it, echoing in his throat with a grunt. He gaped at her voluptuous, naked body arched over him between his legs, and at the small thin fingers stroking his rod.
Christ! He couldn't believe it! She was skinning it back so that the red-fleshed, mushroomed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her lips. Hell, she was familiar with cocks, all right!
"You want it, don't you?" he hissed down at her. "You like to eat prick ... no, you love it! Like is too mild a word for the godamned lust written all over your pretty face. Well, answer me, you little bitch! Do you or don't you?"
"Oh, oh, please, Mr. Regher," Nadine pleaded, the degrading truth of his words sending cold chills of shame along her spine, even as she stared down the full length of his long, rigid member to the heavy, hair-covered sac of his testicles.
"Do you, or don't you?" he snarled, winding his huge hand in her long streaming hair and twisting cruelly.
"Yes! Yes!" Nadine cried out desperately, her eyes dampening from the scalp pain.
"Say so then, damn you! Say it!"
"I want to! I want ... to suck your cock!" she whined loudly. "There! Are those the right words?"
He loosened his hold of her hair, a vile, salacious leer contorting his face. His tongue shot out of his mouth and began to lick at his dry, bloodless lips as once more, he absorbed the delightful contours of her naked body with lickerish eyes. Bitch, he thought! Fucking, big-titted, gold mine bitch! Enough to drive a sane man out of his mind with that body! He'd never get enough of her ... never!
If Nadine had felt tears and shame not a half-moment before, they were immediately blotted away intoxicatingly when she again fastened her exotic eyes on his huge, swollen rod of flesh. Abruptly, the maddening excitement and desire raced through her once more, and she felt him writhe and heard him groan as she drew back the foreskin from the glistening head, exposing the pulsating glans, then, manipulating the thick, outer flesh up and down, her mind saturated with the hot, hard feel of it in her tiny hand, her fingers hardly going around it; then she lowered her beautiful face as if magnetized to the pagan, phallic marvel ... until her lips were but a fraction of an inch from touching it.
Nadine heard him groan once more in lustful anticipation, while unexplainable sensations of desire rippled through her belly and loins, spurring her on to draw in her breath and flick out her tiny tongue, bringing it into warm contact with the soft rubbery tip. She swirled it around slowly, wetly, excitedly, while Regher twisted and jerked beneath her taunting, until her tongue-tip finally found the little split at its end and wiggled into it.
She tasted the pungent tang of the seminal droplets oozing from it and immediately, a new, more enchanting surge of ungovernable pleasure coursed through her while her young nostrils flared wildly. She licked down the full length of the heavy-veined prick and slowly back up, her small hand smoothing along it in her tongue's wake, down to the velvety flesh of its massive base, and even beyond to the soft, full bag of his testicles, drawing her nails gently beneath them, then weighing them in the small palm of her warm hand, while the other again skinned the thick foreskin back until the ponderous head stood sleek and naked and she lowered her wanting lips slowly, encompassing the spongy head between them, letting it rub along the full length of her tongue as her wet, ovaled mouth went down and down and down onto it, the tiny drops of seepage from it filling the warm shelter of her mouth with its acid-like piquancy.
Vic Regher groaned above her bobbing head and began a slow undulation with his hips, sliding his thick, carnally swollen cock in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound, guided by his big hand wound in her long hair. He watched in lewd fascination the puffing of her cheeks beneath him as her head nodded on the end of his prick with unbelievable subservience, and he shoved the aching shaft between her ovaled lips with growing fury. His grin widened with every up-thrust into her perceptive, sucking mouth, and she groaned in depraved passion between his legs.
Nadine couldn't resist the obscene thrill her perverted sucking of the vile man's cock was bringing her. Salacious memories of that night at the farm when she had knelt in like manner between blind, Max Bovino's thighs and sucked his great prick, saturated her brain, but those moments of bliss had been peaked by his massive seeing-eye dog, that great boxer that had taken her virginity ... pounding his thick, long, animal cock into the depths of her chaste young cunt ... Oh, God! If only he was mounting me now, ramming his beautiful prick into my hot, tingling pussy, instead of being locked in his room ... My Lonny ... my beautiful Lonny! No man has ever really fucked me, only you, my pet! Only you!
On and on, the erotic lust-inspired thoughts spiraled through her brain as she pressed her throbbing breasts against Regher's trousered legs, sucking more voraciously with every passing second, rubbing her thighs together and squirming her round full buttocks in accompanying masturbatory movements.
Vic Regher watched with lascivious eyes as Nadine's soft, wet mouth clasped greedily around his growing white prick sawing upward into her young face. The thin, tensile rim of her pouting lips clung to it as though in fear it might suddenly be pulled away from her. He grinned obscenely as he fucked her mouth and watched her passion contorted face suck and lick his hardened rod with a depraved perversity he would never have believed possible. She'd taken both hands to cup and squeeze his balls, and he could see rivulets of thick, white fluid dribbling from the corners of her mouth; Christ, she seemed to revel in the debasement he had subjected her to, an almost masochistic light gleaming in her desire-glazed eyes!
He began to visualize all of the vile and degrading things he would do to her on occasions ... that he would do right at that very moment if it weren't for the fucking storm! But he could wait ... take it as he wanted it ... whenever he felt the urge to blow his nuts. The little bitch! He'd use her for his amusement, like the filthy little cunt that she was, just as he was going to use her to get Sayer ... and eventually, that stuck up, snobbish, Swedish wife of his. Damn her lush, regal ass! She'd beg to eat his prick, too, before he was finished with her ... the way all the bitches did! Damn them! Damn them!
And this one, hardly out of her fucking diapers, drawing at his expanding prick like a wanton whore, the thick pummeling shaft disappearing in a sensual, lengthened fusion of her face and his loins, and he rammed upward brutally, driving it far into her receptive mouth and throat, until strands of his greying, wiry pubic-hair were near-brushing at the tip of her delicate nose, while his balls danced beneath in a bloating buildup of pressure.
Nadine had begun to strain and pray inwardly as she rubbed her thighs together feverishly ... pray that her wild, squirming, masturbatory gyrations would eventually bring her to completion; she was afire with flames of lewd passion that were about to consume her. All thought of shame, or the terrifying man whose prick she was voraciously sucking, had long since deserted her; only the obscene desire at her unfathomable, lust-excited loins existed ... and the throbbing, huge, beautiful cock in her mouth. The single thought of it suddenly ejaculating, squirting its white, thick cum into her throat had already begun to set her crazy with anticipation. She could almost cum herself, just thinking about it! She wanted it! Had to have it shooting into her mouth and throat, filling her belly as she swallowed it in delectable gulps! It would be hot and sweet tasting ... hot like the feel of his churning balls in her hands at that very moment! Oh God ... that was it ... the ultimate ... when they came ... spurting their thick, warm sperm in her mouth ..!
Regher stared at the beautiful, raven-haired young bitch in wonder, the length of his huge prick almost entirely absorbed into her mouth and throat. Fuck! He was ramming beyond her tonsils, now ... no ... no, she was forcing the issue ... plunging her face down onto his shaft like a whore gone mad!
"Shit! Fuck!" he gasped aloud. "Suck it, you baby-bitch! Suck it with feeling!"
Christ! He hardly knew what he was saying. Great whirlpools of sensation were mounting deep, deep in his balls and loins as he watched her face working over his straining pelvis. Then for a moment, he thought he heard a dog bark ... and again ... a big dog, it would be ... but his thoughts were interrupted as he watched the little rivers of perspiration running in thin drops from the sides of her magnificent, firm, enticing body, straining over him like all the bitches he had ever known. The muscles of his belly, chest and thighs were as taut as steel bands. He arched his back, thrusting his pulsating, fleshy spear even further up between her moist, wildly sucking lips, and he watched the thin, pink ridges of flesh pulling from her mouth as she clung savagely to his throbbing cock, driving him on.
He stiffened and began to grunt and groan uncontrollably, the incessant moans tumbling from his bloodless lips, his mouth twisting crazily with nonsensical sounds sputtering from between clenched teeth.
And then, it was there! He gasped! He wanted to tell her, but couldn't! The time was now! A vile, guttural oath came forth as he sensed the boiling, sticky sperm begin its insane charge from the reservoir of his pulsating balls to squirt in hot, pressured, bull-like streams into her warm, sucking mouth. She clung to it like a leech, her cheeks expanding and hollowing as she swallowed the flooding gushes spewing from him with vampirish need, continuing to pull hungrily with her lips while he watched and emptied his life-giving semen deep down into her voraciously siphoning mouth.
Cruelly, his one good hand entangled in her long, black-hair and she moaned in ecstatic subservience ; he held her head slave-like to the convulsions of his generously pumping loins, and he watched her own spasmodic upheaval, simultaneously feeling the vibrations of her moans surging into his belly at the apex of her orgasm, while he rammed his still spewing member beyond the depths of her tonsils.
She started to cough then, sporadically, while she continued to swallow in rapid gulps to maintain her breathing. Then, he cursed out his last spurts in final fulfillment, and sensed his enormous prick beginning to deflate in her mouth; yet, she continued her sucking, vacuuming every last drop of his warm, slippery liquid from his shrinking prick.
In the aftermath of his spent lust, hateful loathing, as always, seemed to overwhelm him, and abruptly, he reached out, slapping Nadine brutally across the face, knocking her backwards into a sprawling, obscene position. He got to his feet then, tucking his limp member away and zipping his fly, his chronically hardened face twisted in an evil grin of vile, demented malice.
"Pig!" he spat. "Pig-bitch! Remember what I've told you. I'm giving you twenty-four hours to get Sayer in bed. If you don't ... I'll put you so fucking far behind bars your mother'll have to pack a lunch to come visit you. Is that clear, cunt?"
Nadine's head reeled from the force of his blow. Oddly enough, she felt no tears, and showed none. But to say that she wasn't frightened would have been a lie. She reached for her coat and pulled it over her where she lay nude before him. Oh God! What a filthy beast he was! How ... how, had she ever...?
"Do you hear me, cunt?" he shouted at her. "Yes! Yes, I hear you!"
"You better, damn you!" he blurted, pulling on his overcoat and straightening himself to his satisfaction. Then, he walked close to her and stood looking down, a salacious leer contorting his ugly face. "Be where I can get hold of you whenever I want ... whenever I get a hard on and want to empty my load in your gullet. That clear?"
"Y-Yes."
"Twenty-four hours, bitch. That's all. And call me in time to set-up, understand?"
"I-I understand."
Vic Regher shoved his hands deep into his pockets. He grinned down at the voluptuous teenage lovely. Damn, he thought, if it wasn't for this lousy storm ... His prick was already stirring in his pants once more at the mere sight of her ... He swung away and made for the door.
CHAPTER 4
Mike Sayer canvassed every bar in town and ended up with nothing but an increasing beer buzz. He grumbled inwardly, wiping his breath off the inside of the dilapidated Chevy windshield. If only he knew what he was looking for, or where he might find whatever it was ... that one tiny, unknown clue ... the missing link that would lead him to her.
Damn. He'd had no idea it'd been snowing so hard; some three to four inches had fallen while he'd fumbled at playing detective. Quarrysite Hill was going to be a gem to get up, he thought sardonically, especially with his tires. So ... to hell with it! Leslie would be ready to cut his throat, anyway ... sort of like hopping from the frying-pan into the fire ... Hell, he loved that girl, that beautiful, sensible wife of his, but she didn't believe him. He knew that she doubted every word he spoke to her. Christ! If only he could tell her everything ... dared to open up and unburden himself once and for all ... But ... but, how could he?
"Open your mouth and crucify yourself, Sayer," he muttered aloud, again wiping away the fogging moisture coating the inside of the glass. Damn, what a new set of wiper-blades wouldn't do for this heap, he thought, and a heater with defrosters that worked would be nice, too. Why not a whole damned new car? He could afford one as well as the other.
"Man, that would be something else, wouldn't it?" he grinned and questioned himself. "A new Mustang, maybe ... and old Les would jump right on my head ... probably stomp me to pieces." He could hear her now. "How about your education. Don't you intend to go back to school? My God, whatever happened to you, Michael Sayer? Why didn't you tell me that night in the Village that you were some kind of nut?" Etcetera ... etcetera ... etcetera!
He crouched within his sheepskin jacket and clung to the wheel with cold, gloveless hands. Quarrysite Hill lay dead ahead, and it appeared as if it might be accessible ... at least, there were no vehicles stranded there to give him trouble. He leaned heavy on the accelerator, spinning the steering apparatus contrary to the skid of the biting, back tires, in an effort to accumulate the necessary momentum.
He'd make it all right, he decided, when he was half-way up the hill, but the snow was heavy and still falling. Poor Les, she'd be in a quandary; it was after eleven. He should have called her, told her something ... anything to keep her from worrying, but he hadn't, simply to avoid mouthing more lies.
Damn his ass! He'd been a bastard to marry her in the first place; he'd known it then, just as he knew it now ... but he hadn't been able to help himself ... he'd been that crazy in love with her ... so much so that he hadn't dared tell her the truth about himself for fear of losing her. It'd all work out eventually, he had insisted to his conscience, things had a way of doing that, then he would explain everything to her and she'd understand because they loved each other....
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! How could he ever tell her ... even if he was able to solve this mess? How? Damnit, he'd lied to her from the beginning: the family bit in Ohio ... that was enough alone to flush him down the drain. His Leslie was a full-fledged family girl, with all of those brothers and sisters, Mom and Dad, rooted there in Minnesota ... and he'd thumbs downed a visit, not because he hadn't wanted to meet them, know them ... yes, even love them ... but ... but, he'd been too ashamed and afraid, afraid they would be able to see right through him. Besides, he'd had this lead, and he couldn't afford to pass it up....
God Almighty! She had to be somewhere ... dead or alive ... this only living relative he had ever known! She was his sister! His own little Shelly ... what else could he do? He had to find her!
Mel Rembrandt had seen her leave the party that night with Jamey Halo, Mike reflected, going back over it all for the millionth time as he broke over the hill and the Chevy, with admirable performance, seemed to respond to his gentle prodding. Well, at least, the heap was going to be good in snow; that was something in its favor.
Ahead, he thought he saw a car swing from the estate-drive onto the highway and move toward him. He was certain once the lights began to blind him. Mike slowed considerably, not wanting to tease the hidden, snow-softened shoulder. The car passed, its rear end sloughing toward him dangerously.
"Crazy bastard!" Mike swore angrily. "Who the devil could that've been?" Not Mrs. Sheldon, that was for sure. She had more brains ... and Halo was gone....
He thought about the latter for a moment, forgetting the passed automobile. Halo would come back. No worry about that. He had no reason not to; he'd come back. Just wait ... sit tight and wait; sooner or later something was bound to break ... Or maybe, Shelly would just turn up ... like the bad little penny she couldn't help being. He smiled warmly to himself, visualizing his lovely kid-sister with the long flaming hair. Hey, why was she a redhead and he a blond? Different fathers, maybe, but not necessarily ... Damn, what a beauty she was ... Leslie would love her, just as he did ... if only she had a brain to go with her looks. Beautiful little dimwit! Throwing herself away ... ruining her life ... Les would love her though ... and then, maybe he could tell his luscious wife everything and she'd understand....
His beautiful, wonderful Leslie ... she loved him ... and love would find a way. Wasn't that the old cliche? It was and she did; her jealousy was the proof of that. Mike grinned to himself in the semi-darkness. He was thinking of the fire in her eyes when she caught him admiring Nadine Sheldon, but, of course, from a distance. Yet, what Leslie didn't know and he couldn't tell her, were the thoughts racing through his mind as he stood at the window watching the voluptuous, raven-haired teenager running and playing with her massive dog, Lonny.
The girl might very well be able to clue him in on exactly what he wanted to know. Certainly, living there on the estate with her parents, she would've had to see Shelly sometime or other. He had established that her father, Cal Sheldon, had committed suicide about the same time that Shelly would have been living with Halo, but what he hadn't been able to conclude was, if there had been a possible connection between the man's death and his sister's disappearance. What ever in God's name it could be, Mike couldn't imagine, but if there was a connection Nadine Sheldon might consciously, or even unconsciously, be aware of it ... so he had set out to have an accidental meeting and chat with her....
Hell, he'd never dreamed she would come on like she had. He'd timed it all perfectly, managing to be in town on an errand and swinging by the high school at dismissal, as the young people were walking toward the school buses. He had spotted her almost immediately, not a difficult task, and the luscious blonde beside her was nothing short of breathtaking either. Nadine had recognized him immediately and begun to wave as he brought the Chevy to a stop. They both had ran toward him, their full, young breasts bouncing provocatively, while he'd swallowed tightly and worked at pretending to be the mature adult.
Ann Trent was the enchanting blonde's name, and he'd agreed to drop her at her home enroute to the estate. But it hadn't been until they were alone and heading toward Quarrysite Hill that Nadine Sheldon had really made her young intoxicating sex felt. She hadn't moved from her middle position in the front seat since they'd taken Ann Trent home, and suddenly, Mike had felt her small warm hand on his thigh.
The sensation it aroused had shot through him like an electric charge, and it was at that precise moment that he'd really became aware that she might be just a teenager, but she was concealing her age beautifully in a sensuous young woman's body. He'd glanced over at her, then down at her hand that rested not six inches from his stirring prick.
"What's this?" he questioned softly. "You want me to run this heap right up the side of a hill?"
She'd replied with a cute, musical laugh. "That wouldn't be good enough, Mike. But there is a road not too far from here that leads up onto a hill where the view is beautiful," she said, her lovely exotic eyes looking into his unflinchingly. "It's very private."
"Really...?"
"Um hum ... would you like to see it?"
Again, he looked down at her white, slender hand that had begun to massage his thigh gently, suggestively, and then his eyes fastened upon her slightly separated, nylon-covered thighs, almost completely exposed to him from beneath the short mini-dress she wore. Christ, they were so full and round, soft and inviting ... He had to catch himself from dropping his hot hand to them.
"I ... ah ... don't go in much for views, Nadine," he said, stammering, feeling anything but the adult of the two and knowing that he had to bring the conversation back to a proper plane.
"But you haven't seen this one, yet," she said, her lovely pouting lips toying with a teasing smile that caused his cock to jerk once more. "It could change your mind ... if you gave it a chance."
Mike had swallowed almost chokingly, sensing the beat of his pulse increasing along with the size of his prick in his pants. Still, he'd managed: "I'll ... I'll remember that. A person's desires do change, they say ... but ... but I'd want to be certain that I had the time to fully appreciate it, and get the ultimate benefit from it ... so as to speak. As it is, Leslie's expecting me home for an early dinner and a movie tonight. I ... I don't think she'd appreciate me telling her about a view from a hill I'd found that took up my time ... do you?"
Nadine laughed lightly, then shook her pretty head. "No, I don't believe she would. But ... I can wait, Darling."
Her little endearment caused him to look at her once more, her magnificent dark eyes dancing mischievously as she continued to stroke his thigh, her tiny hand less then three inches from his swollen penis then.
"Tell me," he managed, running his tongue nervously over dry lips, "Is your mother really going to marry Jamey Halo?"
Nadine shrugged pretty shoulders and her hand stopped moving ... then drew away from him. Suddenly, she was arranging her coat over her lap and he could no longer see her thighs.
"Don't tell me that you, too, are concerned over their age difference?" she said, her tone assuming a particular sharpness he hadn't anticipated.
"Age difference?" Mike repeated. "Hell no. It doesn't mean anything to me. I . ... I was simply thinking that your mother is a very lovely woman, a rare beauty in fact ... beauty that you've obviously inherited ... and not exactly Jamey Halo's type."
He glanced over at her and she smiled again; he'd smoothed it nicely.
"My mother thanks you, and I thank you, Mr. Sayer, for the marvelous compliment," she said. Then: "You're right, of course. She's not his type, but then, who the devil is ... except those ... those chippies he brings home to shack-up with."
She might have slipped a stiletto between his ribs ... the twinge of pain couldn't have brought him more immediate agony. But he'd forced himself, and he doubted that she ever knew he had felt any reaction to her words. Instead, he'd said: "Oh...? You mean he brings girls onto the estate right in front of his future bride...?"
"No, no, of course not. That was before ... anyway, I doubt that Mom'll ever marry him," said Nadine, fumbling a cigarette from her purse and lighting it. She blew out smoke. "Mom's discovered what he's like ... just as all of his girls have ... a wild, egotistical maniac who'll never grow up because he's sick...."
"Sick?. Maniac?" Mike probed.
"Oh ... I shouldn't say those things, I know, she said, evidently sorry she'd let some hidden emotions run away with her, and he couldn't help but wonder if jealousy might not be the underlying motive for her anger. "I mean ... I know you work for him and everything, and we live in his house ... but you see, you don't know him like I do. I ... I doubt if he ever could love any girl ... unless it was that redhead, Shelly. Yes ... he might have been in love with her, but she was too wild for him. That's why he sent her away, I suppose."
There it was! Proof for certain that she'd been there, and he remembered that he'd gripped the wheel so tightly that his nails had dug into the flesh of his palm, yet, somehow, he'd been able to control himself.
"You think he loved her, eh? This Shelly you mentioned?"
"Oh, I don't really know," the lovely young girl had answered, sucking smoke deep into her lungs. "She was beautiful, with the type of sexy body men like to look at. God knows, my own father couldn't resist her...!" She dropped her head then, her one hand coming up to hide her face from him. "Sometimes ... sometimes, I think that was why he...."
She stopped there and he'd felt the blood pounding in his veins. Christ! She knew something, all right; she knew plenty! But he had to take it easy ... couldn't let her see that he was trying to draw it out of her! Patience! Slow and easy ... but then, they were moving up the estate drive and there wasn't time for further questions. He said: "Well, here we are."
She'd raised her head and smiled. "Thanks for the ride ... I'fn only sorry you didn't get to see the view from the hill. I-I'm sure it's one you'd never forget."
"Maybe ... maybe, next time," he said. "Next time?" Her eyes were searching his. "Why don't we just plan a time, Mike?"
"Plan ... plan a time?" he repeated, his brain churning, simultaneously realizing that such a meeting might be the only way he would ever extract the information from her that he wanted. "All right. Name it."
"No. No, I think it'd be better if you named it ... or let me know whenever you're ready. After all, you're the best judge of when your wife won't want to go to the movies...."
And that had been the way that little episode had ended, with his first real positive clue to Shelly's disappearance ... along with an unexpected and unwanted bit of lust gnawing at his loins for a ride to the top of the hill with Nadine Sheldon.
You stupid, lecherous sonofabitch! She's nothing but a child! his rational mind screamed at him. But then, his virility aroused, beer stimulated brain replied: Child hell! Look at her! Watch the way she wiggles her ass ... her beautiful, seductive ass, and the gleam in her eyes when she smiles! The little witch! She wants fuck! Fuck!
Christ, he was drunk again! He hadn't meant to ... but how could you sit in bars and ask questions without drinking? Hell! He Was loaded! Oh baby, was he ... Leslie, you magnificent specimen of womanhood, I need you tonight, Baby. I do, I do. Don't let me down....
Please don't! I swear ... I'll make it beautiful! Honest!
He swung into the drive, the Chevy's rear end sliding wildly back and forth as he gunned the engine and the wheels spun ... eventually moving the ancient vehicle slowly forward up into the drive. The main house was near-dark, he registered during his maneuverings, and his own house, the bungalow, was all dark. Leslie had gone to bed.
He stopped in front of the tiny, impossible garage, cutting the engine. He wasn't going to try that feat, he thought, breathing a heavy sigh. Piss on it. Let the friggin' snow bury the lousy crate. Then, he and Les would be here alone for days, and he'd have all kinds of time to make up to her ... if he could keep his mind in tow.
His fucking mind! That was really it, wasn't it? His lousy, fucking mind? All else was beautiful, except his distorted brain ... and his baby sister. Christ, he owed a sister like Shelly that much didn't he? Hell, he was drunk!
He sat quietly, unmoving, trying to listen to the snow fall. His brain whirled in a kaleidoscope of thoughts. He shook his blond head, but the thoughts wouldn't go away.
He'd never known his mother or father, he thought, only the strict nuns in the orphanage. And several times a week, if he was extra good, he got to play with his younger sister. Christ! Where had those years gone? A third of his life! And how strange the godamned world had looked to him when he'd walked out and entered it; but not fearfully strange, because Father Dominick had registered him in N.Y.U....He, Michael Sayer, would be an attorney of the court ... by the grace of God and the sanction of this great country!
Shit!
But he'd been proud! His marks were the highest in the classes, and there wasn't the slightest doubt in his mind but that he'd be the owner of a sheepskin right now had it not been for Shelly! Shelly ... his baby sister, his one an only hold to this human world before Leslie ... Hell, he loved her!
Poor kid! Godamn! Poor girl! She'd gone utterly wild from the moment the orphanage had let her loose on society. Traditionally, they'd trained her for a livelihood in nursing, found her a position in a private hospital, but she'd never really gotten with it ... she'd been too man-crazy. One after the other, they came and went, each one, it seemed, worse than his predecessor, until Granger, and she'd married that punk. Talking to her ... even trying to talk to her, had been futile, but he'd never given up, for all the good it had done him, or her.
Six months after their marriage, Granger had disappeared, leaving Shelly who had loved him, a near mental case and bordering on drug addiction. Mike had moved her into his apartment with him then, lock, stock and barrel, and that was when the police came down on him. It had been a middle of the night raid, completely dumbfounding him, but even more so when they turned up some twenty thousand dollars worth of heroin that had been stolen from a drug warehouse, snugly hidden amongst Shelly's things.
Perhaps he'd been a fool; he'd certainly had enough time to reflect on it, but he couldn't just sit by and let them send his baby sister off to prison; that would surely have been the end of her. So, he'd confessed to the crime he'd never committed and gotten off with nineteen months on good behavior and no past record, with a two-year probationary period. And he'd never been sorry ... had he? No, he hadn't ... or, almost never, not until he'd met Vic Regher, his probation officer, the man he'd been transferred to when they came to Parksburg.
Hell, he could even endure him, the lousy bastard, if only he could learn what had happened to Shelly. Max Rembrandt had insisted she had been with Halo that night at his party ... the very same night he had met Leslie ... but trying as he had, he'd been able to learn nothing concrete, up until his little conversation with Nadine Sheldon the day before. At least, now he knew he was on the right track; that lovely case of hot-pants was going to tell him plenty, and there wasn't much question in his grogged mind but what finding it out would be pleasurable in the process, if only he wasn't head-over-heels, crazy in love with his Leslie....
Abruptly, Mike felt a claustrophobic sensation as the snow slowly covered the windows and small arched clearings his windshield wipers had made; he opened the door and stepped out into the deep silence. The night was emblazoned in hushed, falling white crystal loveliness. He stood, unmoving, staring off at nothing, the tiny flakes of snow tickling his nose and brow ... and then, he saw more lights brightening the highway, until finally the auto turned into their drive, grinding its way up toward the main house. That would be Susan Sheldon ... but it wasn't her car; it was Adam Kallen's.
Mike grunted to himself. He'd learned a great deal in his short employment, hadn't he? A great deal about others ... but damned little about his own wife and himself. Christ, what was it that caused their lovemaking to develop into one fiasco after another? She loved him, just as he did her; he was sure of that; yet, intentionally or otherwise, the invariable feeling of inadequacy she gave him aroused the animal-like rage of protective egoism that drove him to vent his lust brutally upon her beautiful, helpless body time after time, until it had come to a point where he could hardly help himself any longer.
At first, he'd thought that liquor might help, both in staying power and as a balm to his troubled mind and hair-trigger temperament, but its reaction had been the opposite. God, he thought, how his loins ached for her this night! Why had he let himself get drunk this way...? Hell, he wanted her ... and damnit, he was going to have her! Drunk, or no ...!
He licked at a flake of snow on his lips, then broke into a salacious grin, sensing the stirring in his pants at the mere thought of his wife's delectable young body. Once, he nearly fell as he staggered toward the bungalow.
* * *
Leslie Sayer lay quite awake and fully dressed on the davenport in their living room the faint glow from the dying embers in the fireplace affording her all the light she needed as she awaited her young husband's arrival through the front door. She had heard him drive in some minutes past, but hadn't moved. Rather, had she remained almost immobile, staring wide-eyed toward the entranceway in near-dread ... and then, the door burst open.
Immediately, he staggered, and she realized that her fear had been well founded. He was drunk ... and oh God, his face was twisted into that glazed leer of vile lubricity she had come to know and loathe these weeks. A tremor of apprehensive disgust rippled over her supple body, yet she didn't move and it was a full minute before his eyes adjusted and he saw her lying there.
"Hey ... ," he said, his grin widening. There's my baby. Waiting up for me, eh?" He wobbled slightly, then placed one hand on a table edge to steady himself. "Lonesome or worried, Honey ... which is it?"
"Both," replied Leslie, swinging her feet slowly to the floor. "Where have you been, Mike? Why didn't you call me?"
He chuckled, shaking his head meaninglessly. "Been busy ... too busy. Besides, you wouldn't understand."
His words cut into her with the icy ruthlessness of cold steel. Dear God, was this the same boy she'd married? "Why ... why don't you try me, Mike? Give me a chance before you make those decisions...."
Again, he laughed, but louder this time, its sound carrying an obvious lewd ring that caused her to break off in the middle of her sentence. He said: "Sweetheart, that's just what I've got in mind ... trying you. Now, how the hell did you guess that?" He reached down and grasped his swollen organ inside his pants, thrusting his pelvis forward obscenely, while she stared at his licentious performance with repulsive, and unwanted, if, somewhat whetted libido. "It's as hard as a rock, Baby, and loaded with a full charge just for you. Here, feel...."
He stumbled toward her, still holding onto himself as Leslie bolted to her feet and backed away from him, her beautiful eyes seething with rage. "Stop it, Mike! My God, stop it! What's happening to you? You ... you're turning into some sort of filthy animal! I ... I don't know you anymore! What is it? What?" She shook her head in disbelief, wishing to God she could unleash some tears that would alleviate the painful lump in her throat....
"Animal? Filthy ... animal?" he repeated thickly, slowly, his eyes narrowing. "So ... that's what you think of me, eh, Baby? Filthy animal ... Well, fuck it, then, what've I got to lose...?" he spat, lurching at her and catching hold of her wrist.
"Mike! Please? Please, no ... don't!" Leslie pleaded as he hauled her against him roughly, slamming his mouth onto hers with brutal force, while she struggled with him instinctively, his unexpected action frightening her. But it was useless, she knew, and he held her tight in his strong arms, his tongue crashing into her mouth, his massive rod of hard flesh burrowing into the softness of her belly. Then, to her shocked amazement, he pulled her down to the floor with him, his mouth drawn tight, his bloodshot eyes more ruthless than she had ever imagined they could be.
"Mike ... Mike, darling, please," she begged, while he pinned her there holding her tight ... as if he were going to rape her, and suddenly she knew that she was appealing to deaf ears. His hands were all over her, clutching and squeezing at her soft, sensitive flesh, pulling at her clothing harshly ... until, before she realized it, he had stripped her and was tearing at his own things; then, she saw his swollen, rigid penis throbbing with excited lust and he rolled over between her thighs, lifting them high with his hands and pressing them back cruelly against her full, naked breasts.
"Oh ... Mike darling ... please ... please no ... not this way?" she begged further.
"Not this way?"
"What the fuck would you expect from an animal, wife?" he spat thickly, his handsome young face a leering mask of enraged lust.
"Oh God ... ," Leslie moaned, feeling his hand wedging down between them, then, the blunt, bulbous head of his thick, lust hardened cock spreading open the sparse young pubic hair and the soft, tender lips of her unprepared vagina, drawing it crudely up between them to find her clitoris and send jolting little spasms soaring wildly through her as he massaged the tiny nub with the spongy tip of his prick's smooth, rubbing head. He laughed lasciviously as he taunted her, working his purplish, mushroomed cock-head up and down her sensitively spread cuntal slit coarsely. "Okay, darling wife ... I'm about to fuck you just as if you wanted me to ... wild animal that I am ... damn you!"
"Oh, Michael ... darling, what's happening to us?" Leslie whimpered beneath him, cringing at his foul, crass language, and then she saw him take one last drunken look down at her widespread vagina, aim his lust-bloated member at her unready, fear-quivering split ... and lunge at her with vicious force.
"Aaaaauuuuuuuggggghhhhhh!" she cried out in a long gasp of pain, her strong white body squirming with the agony as he rammed his cock home ... home until his balls slapped resoundingly into the smooth yielding crevice of her ass, buffeting her twitching anus, and she tried desperately to grind her frantic buttocks down into the nap of the carpeting to escape the cruel, instantaneous impalement. Again, she wailed loudly! Her legs jerked, escaping his imprisoning arms in their coiled strength, shooting widely out on either side of him, but kicking futilely in the air.
His rod had torn into her, scraping against the tight, unready vaginal walls that contracted and squeezed desperately in their resistance around him, as if her passage were endeavoring to forcibly expel his battering, stone-hard rod of flesh. Subconsciously, she'd heard him grunt at the sudden clasping enclosure swallowing his inflated cock, while he continued to push deeper and deeper into her, forcing the warm, unreceptive moist walls of her channel in rippling waves before it.
Lying helplessly dominated beneath him, her throat nearly choked with the knot of unsheddable tears wedged there, pain, shock, and humiliated pride torturing her, Leslie felt as if she'd been ripped apart inside by the brutality of his entry. But worse ... she was unable to fathom the horrible reasoning behind his unnecessary, cruel attack.
"Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... God, Mike!" she groaned as again, he caught her legs and pressed her knees back hard against her breasts. "Oooohhh, not so hard ... please ... not so fast...! Ooohhh darling ... why? Why?"
But he was drunk. His handsome face was a contorted mask of carnal lust, and as she lay under him completely helpless, he continued to pound his hips deep into her until she thought his huge, thick cock would mangle her insides. Then, his hands were roughly kneading the soft, resilient flesh of her breasts and she could feel the skin beginning to bruise beneath his unmerciful fingers.
He plunged in and out of her insanely, ignoring her pleas, squirming and skewering, raising an additional whimper of pain with every brutal inthrust. He seemed to be getting bigger and bigger and ramming higher and higher toward her very throat. And then, to her own amazement, she discovered herself trying to move her pelvis up against his rampaging cock. She was sore and burning beyond belief inside her raw, moist inflamed vaginal passage, but suddenly, and unbelievingly, afire with a burst of great, building pressure in her soft, sensitive loins that was growing to a pinprick point of agonizing rapture. It swept her whole mind clean of all else and she could think of nothing but its enormity and the ecstatic, sweet frenzy of it as it raged and mounted inside her.
God! Oh God! This must be it! She'd never known anything like it before! She would explode! She would! She would! Oh Christ ...!
It was building ... building! She was going toooo ...!
But then, he stowed!
"Oh no, no...! Don't stop, Darling! My God, please, please ... I was going to...!"she wailed, gasping and squirming beneath him in a mad frenzy, trying desperately to reestablish the lost rhythm, bucking and sliding her moist, contracting cunt up and down his thick, hard shaft, then clutching at him as he pulled out of her and rolled away. "Darling! Darling...!"
Dear God, he was crying! Like a child ... lying on his stomach and sobbing into his hands. Leslie sat up, staring over at him in disbelief, while within, her loins blazed in agonized near-fulfillment, the muscles of her long, smooth white legs jerking spasmodically in the tormenting throes of precompletion and denial. She moved over beside him, laying her hand on his muscular back, not knowing what to say or think.
"D-Darling...? Don't ... don't cry. Whatever ... whatever it is, it'll be all right," she whispered, leaning her lips down close to his ear, yet unable to quell the muscle convulsions attacking her own tormented body.
He twisted away from her and sat up with a start, his expression distorted in the lingering effects of alcohol, his eyes yet glazed, but with a mental agony she couldn't know, his face wet with his tears.
"Wh-What the hell do you know about anything?" he hissed at her. "You and your lousy family ... so fucking secure from the time you were old enough to piss by yourself!"
"Mike ... for God's sake, Mike, what is it?" Leslie flung at him, recoiling at the filth of his vile choice of words, while her loins continued to churn in unsatisfied, tormented desire and her own rage mounted inside her. "What in God's name is wrong? Tell me! I've a right to know! Remember me? I'm your wife!"
"Ha!" he blurted. "That's a fucking laugh. Since when have you been a wife? Or does getting the meals and making the bed qualify you?"
His cutting slashes were like razors slicing the taut, lean flesh of her pride. Mother of God! What was happening to them? "Michael ... Darling, stop talking ... don't say anymore ... don't say another word that we can't erase! Please, Darling ... please...?"
For a long moment she saw his eyes gaping at her, his mouth loose and slackly open ... then, he rolled over and sat up, unexpectantly drawing his knees up against his chest in the manner of one sitting on a beach. It was all insane ... she just couldn't believe it ... then, he rested his chin upon his knees and stared off at nothing.
"I-I'm no good, Leslie ... Not good for you, anyway," he spoke softly. "No ... that's it." He shook his head, dropped his eyes, and she knew he was going to weep again. "But ... but ... if you'll only have faith ... I promise, my beautiful Leslie ... I'll make it up to you! I swear I will! I swear...!"
"You don't have to swear anything, Darling," she whimpered, throwing herself into his arms, across his lap and wrapping her own arms around his neck. "Just love me, my darling! Just love me and tell me how I can help?" Again, he gazed down into her eyes for a long moment, then, he kissed her tenderly. Finally, he said: "There's nothing you can do ... and I can't tell you. You ... You'll just have to trust me, Les ... trust me, that's all."
She started to protest. God, why couldn't he tell her? She was his wife! She loved him and he loved her! There was no longer any question about that ... not now! But ... but, she had only to look up into his stern, set face and know ... He'd said all he was going to.
"A-All right, my darling ... I'll trust you in whatever you do," she whispered. "Only ... only, let me know that you love me now and then, will you ... I mean, really, really love me?"
He smiled weakly down at her. "I'll try, Baby ... but these are hellish times for me. Please ... please, bear with me?"
She smiled back at him. "Lover ... I've just learned that I can bear anything you've got to give."
CHAPTER 5
Vic Regher sat at the bar of the Diamond Dell drinking vodka-tonic and watching the petite young wench dance naked. Damn, she was an enticing little bitch, all right, he mused, with those jutting tits, rounded hips and thighs churning crazily to the thunderous beat of the recorded music, say nothing of the trimmed black triangle of hair fleecing her exciting young crotch; but with all of her provoking attributes, she couldn't begin to match his delightfully exotic young pervert, Nadine. Besides, he decided disappointedly, she was wearing the proverbial secret band aid over her split, securing it together, the way they did with their lousy afternoon shows. At night he knew it was different; he'd caught the routine enough times. The props came out along with the pros, but the latter were broken down sluts, too, nothing like his little twenty-four karat find.
How the hell Silk Weaver got away with running such a wide-open set-up was beyond him. He had to grease the right palms and evidently did all the way up to the statehouse; otherwise, he'd be wiped out like that. Vic Regher looked around the dimly lighted, plush lounge. The casino was closed off now with an artificial wall that would be removed in another eight hours, and the transformation would be like walking into a Las Vegas hotel. Weaver had a hold on Parksburg for certain, whatever it was, and Vic Regher's guess was that he'd inherited it from Max Bovino after the latter was found shot dead in an old farmhouse some miles outside of town.
Thinking about that reminded him that Susan Sheldon had played a part in that mess, along with her daughter, Nadine ... his own little peter-eater. He grinned to himself. Hell, what a "sucksual" little discovery she was, and unable to control herself once she caught sight of a fiery-headed prick. He'd never seen anything quite like her, and Christ knows, he'd had enough of them; she was a mental problem if one ever existed ... but that wasn't his worry. Just thinking about her sweet, pouting lips fastened over the knob of his cock was enough to set him off ... and he had a date to watch her and that crumb, Sayer, in the sack, come another two-hours.
She had called him while he was still in his office, right after lunch.
"Mr. Regher ... this is Nadine Sheldon. It's ... it's all arranged."
"What's arranged?"
"What you wanted. Mike ... Mike Sayer's coming here at three-thirty."
"For what?"
"What do you think?" she'd spat into his ear.
Regher had laughed. His prick stirred at the mere sound of her voice. "It better be what I think, Baby," he warned. She hadn't answered and he'd said: "All right, I'll be there at three to set up, and listen to me, Honey, you better make it good ... real good, understand?"
A long moment passed. "I understand," she'd said.
"I hope so ... Marijuana's a rough charge, kid ... especially on a susceptible little pussycat like you. I keep thinking about a couple of Junior lesbians I tucked away in that Bastille who'd loved to get hooks into you."
"Damnit, I said it would be good!"
Regher had chuckled once more. Then: "Maybe, I'll drop around early and let you warm up by giving me some head, eh? How'd you like that, Baby?"
"I-I don't know what you mean...."
"Like hell, you don't," he spat. "Just keep that sweet little mouth ready in case I feel the urge ... got that?"
"Y-Yes . .
He had grinned lewdly to himself, and rubbed his hardening shaft inside his trousers while he gave her a few last minute instructions on what he expected her to do with Sayer. After, he'd sat for awhile in his office, reveling mentally in the knowledge that once again he was going to apportion a measure of justice. And now, at the bar of the Diamond Dell, he was still relishing the same thoughts.
As usual, justice had been anything but satisfied in Mike Sayer's case. Nineteen months the punk had gotten when it should've been ninety-nine years! There was nothing lower, nor more dangerous to society, than a drug pusher. Of course, that hadn't been the charge brought against the cheap hood, but there was no doubt in his, Vic Regher's, mind that he was pushing. Why else would he have stolen the stuff? And that stupid, senile judge had let him off with nineteen months for robbery. Ridiculous!
The ugly faced man scooped up his glass and drained it, his eyes fixed on the suggestive gyrations of the petite, naked girl above and before him, a near diabolical leer twisting his bloodless lips. The scales were going to balance shortly, he thought, his mind struggling momentarily for clarity; yes, damn her, he was going to sample the charms of one Leslie Sayer ... everything was going to balance! Damn her ... she did, all right! The hair, the eyes ... her high, full, pointed breasts ... the bitch! Every time he looked at her on the street or wherever, he saw his Evelyn in her face! Bitch! And the way she'd cringed from him yesterday, as if he were dirt! Damn her! Bitch! Before he was finished with her, she'd beg for mercy, he thought, his brain racing in near paranoid vindictiveness, his dull-grey eyes aglow with tiny, evil explosions, while his one good hand rubbed his gloved, artificial one subconsciously.
* * *
Leslie Sayer was filled with an abundance of happiness, the likes of which she had not known in weeks, as she hopped from the bed, pulled on her robe over her nightie and walked toward the bath for her shower, humming a lilting tune she couldn't place at the moment. She stretched languidly as she walked, looking toward the bedroom window where the brilliant winter sun streamed through in the aftermath of the storm the night before.
Now, wasn't that an allegorical thought, she mused happily ... the storm raged last night, and today the sun shown beautifully. She had truly reached her Michael, too, just as he had made her understand that she must have faith in him, that whatever the mystery was surrounding him, it could never overcome their love for one another. And then, of course, there was the other most beautiful happening ... she had nearly known sexual fulfillment with him, and would have, had he been able to continue, but his emotions had gotten the better of him; try as he had even with her enticements, an erection had been out of the question, and she'd merely whispered: "Darling, Darling, rest. Don't try anymore ... don't you see, my love, it's not important, not now. We have a hundred years ahead of us. I know you love me and that's all that matters...."
And he did love her; she was certain of that ... her beautiful, handsome young blond husband. Right now, he would be maneuvering the Jeep with its plow, clearing the drive and parking areas around the estate, thinking of her, she would bet, and wondering what she was doing right at that very moment.
Well, my darling, I'm about to strip naked and look at myself in the mirror, for if any girl ever did, I feel like a blushing bride who has just been deflowered! And so she did, tossing her things over the clothes hamper, her azure-blue eyes delighted with the sight of her own white nakedness.
She gazed in newfound appreciation at her high-set, rounded, widely spaced breasts with their pink-tipped nipples distending from the cool rush of air caressing them, her eyes slowly lowering to her slender, girlish waist that gently swelled into rounded provocative hips, a flat, smooth stomach and long, full, well-tapered thighs, curvaceous calves and nicely formed slim ankles. She caught at her long flaxen hair, lifting it in back to the top of her head, pinning it there, the movement causing her erect, rotund breasts to jut forth in full bloom. Then, narcisstically, she smoothed her hands down over them and along her slightly delineated ribs to the silkiness of her belly and through the soft golden hair that attested to her Viking ancestry. She trembled erotically at her own touch and sensed the flush in her cheeks at her wanton caressing of her body.
Quickly, she stepped inside the glass shower stall. An ice-cold spray was what she needed to jar her back to reality. After all, she did have to finish her illustrations and catch the train to Syracuse before three o'clock. God knows, they needed the money badly enough, and suddenly it seemed that her desire to do something ... to prove to her Michael that her love was so full ... so ... so robust for him that it was completely overwhelming her. Oh, how she loved him! Her flat little belly churned with the thought, and her loins tingled at the mere memory of the way he had plunged into her with his strong, beautifully thick penis only hours before. Lord, she'd never dreamed in her wildest nightmares that she could ever entertain a perverted thought ... but ... but at that moment, he had stood before her, his magnificent male member rigid and thrust forth, she knew she would drop to her knees to kiss and taste it humbly ... and ... and pray that he'd force it into her mouth dominantly!
Dear God! I love him so!
CHAPTER 6
Mike Sayer liked to think of himself as an intelligent individual, but of a sudden, he was beginning to question such intellection. He thought this now as he parked the Chevy in front of the bungalow and walked up the drive toward the main house. Three-thirty, his watch read; punctual, wasn't he? Damn, this was crazy! There was a void in his belly, as if his entrails had fallen out, and his loins tingled with anticipating sensations, the existence of which he was trying to deny. Hell, it was absolutely stupid; there was no question about that, but how else was he going to learn what she knew? He would have to keep his head, was all, not let things get out of hand....
God knows, he loved his Leslie with every ounce of strength he possessed; if there'd ever been a doubt in his mind, last night had eradicated it. What a magnificent girl she was ... but Christ, he couldn't give up now, could he? He owed Shelly that much ...!
If only that little mantrap, Nadine, didn't come on like a teenager Lorelei; not that he was harboring any false notions concerning her purity. If her performance during their trip home from school two days past hadn't enlightened him sufficiently, the episode with her that very morning had, and here he was heading right up the drive for more ... playing with fire and knowing it!
Christ almighty, Sayer! You've got to be some kind of nut! But just keep telling yourself you're doing it for Shelly ... that you love your wife! Don't pay any attention to the fact that your prick is like a hammer handle! You're a hip guy, Sayer ... just keep walking, eh? Stupid! Stupid!
He licked at his dry lips and fought with his conscience as the snow packed squeakily beneath his feet in the brisk winter sun, his brain racing, earlier events of that very day flashing through it.
He'd driven Leslie to the depot in a semi-fog, kissed her good-bye absently, promising to pick her up at ten, then driven back to the estate. Enroute, he'd been almost certain he'd recognized Vic Regher's car going the opposite way toward Parksburg, but a girl had been driving it and he was content to forget any thoughts concerning that bastard. Besides, his aroused vita sexualis was won't to entertain few thoughts that didn't include Nadine Sheldon, regardless of what he kept trying to tell himself.
He'd been operating the plow, opening up the drive and clearing the area of snow in front of the main house, when he saw her tapping at the window-pane, trying to catch his attention. He'd smiled and waved, but his heart hadn't been in it. Since his drunken, uncalled for show with Leslie the night before, he'd been able to think of little else. Sleep had evaded him for hours; he'd been that disgusted with himself and confused of mind. Then, to top it off, Les had wanted to finish what he'd started, as she'd so cutely put it ... and he couldn't ... just couldn't; he hadn't been able to raise and hold an erection; he'd been that godamned mentally upset. Still, she'd kissed him, cuddling close, whispering things like: "That's all right, Darling ... I know you love me ... that's all that matters ... I can wait...."
Christ, he did love her! There wasn't the slightest doubt in his mind. She was really all in the world that mattered to him ... his sweet and beautiful wife ... Damnit, to hell!
But there Nadine Sheldon had stood motioning him to Come into the house ... stood before the window in her robe, her long, raven hair tumbling around her shoulders, a provocative smile teasing her youthful, pouting mouth. Then, thoughts of his lost sister had flickered through his mind and he'd brought the Jeep to a halt, stealing a glance back down at the bungalow guiltily.
Nadine had met him at the door, Launcelot, her massive boxer beside her. She'd stepped back, opening the barrier wide for him. Momentarily, he'd hesitated, then entered, she closing the door behind him as the great animal moved forward to satisfy its sense of smell, then waited, to be petted.
"What's all this, young lady?" Mike had asked with a half-grin, his fingers digging gently behind Sir Launcelot's erect, wide-spaced ears.
"Just wanted to extend you an invitation," Nadine had replied, her sensual smile still playing about her pretty, small mouth; then, she had seemed to avert her eyes from his almost ashamedly, with, maybe, even a trace of pain in them, and she had partially turned away.
Nevertheless, he'd analyzed the gesture as one of shyness and it gave him a pleasant feeling. After forming first opinions, it wasn't something he'd expected of her. Damn, he'd thought, she was just a little girl after all, wasn't she? And that's exactly what he'd had in mind taking advantage of to learn what he wanted to know ... her immaturity. You're a no-good bastard, Sayer, he'd thought, a master of deceit!
"An invitation...?" he'd repeated with an expression of naivete, while simultaneously his mind was pondering the number of times she might have been laid in her young life.
"Um hum," she'd murmured, nodding with cuteness, surprising him immediately by moving in close to him and reaching with her small, slender white hand to toy with a button on his shirt beneath his opened jacket. "Remember , ... the view we talked about?" She had looked up into his eyes, her own dark, almond-shaped orbs sparkling in the manner of two precious gems as they searched him. "Now, we can't go there ... to the hill, I mean ... because of the snow. So ... so I thought maybe you'd like to come here this afternoon and ... and look at it...?"
She had pressed with a continuous gentle movement toward him, until he could define the warmth of her firm young body contours crowding hotly against his. Her enchanting, full and erect breasts pressured into his chest, the slight, soft bowl of her belly compressing his loins, while her pelvis and thighs began a barely perceptible undulation, causing his cock to give a wild start.
He'd gaped down at her, his breath hitching for a second in his throat at the erotic sensation the feel of her voluptuous, warm body sent charging through him, his mental capacities at wisdom attempting frantically to overpower the licentious desire her seductive actions had immediately set off. And Jesus Christ, she hadn't been about to waste words! She'd slid her arms up and around his neck while he'd just stood there like some kind of moral ass wrestling with scruples. But then, she'd ground against him eagerly, and raised her face to kiss him with open lips.
That had done it! A jolt of electricity couldn't have been more effective in shattering his inner monitor. He'd drawn her to him possessively and his lips had slammed moistly down on hers, sucking those lush petals into his mouth, then crushing them back against her teeth. He'd held the kiss long and hard, feeling the spasmodic jerk of his rod where his loins pressed into the yielding flesh of her belly.
Still, he'd desperately tried to hold back the overwhelming surge of lust that was filling him, but rationality was feeble against the aggressive weapon of her sensuous, young body. Christ, he had to keep his head! This was suicide...! Then, he'd tasted her tiny warm tongue sliding into his mouth as one of her hands found his and pressed it inside her robe to the naked, vibrant flesh of her firm and full, quivering breast, her act stripping him of any remaining sensible reasoning he might have had.
Automatically, he'd clutched the creamy, smooth mound within his strong-fingered hand, feeling the hardened little nipple burrowing into its palm as he kneaded and caressed the resilient globe of warm satiny loveliness, rolling the distended nipple between his fingers, his tongue darting into her mouth exploringly while she mewled and sucked on it passionately, her near-spontaneous abandon destroying his last trace of willpower.
Finally, he'd raised his head and gasped down at her: "Damn ... let's get to a bed...!"
Her breath was hot and like a sweet nectar in his face as she panted up at him, a tender little smile of understanding on her face. "Oh Darling, Darling ... I wish we could," she'd whispered, "But we can't ... My Mom ... she's due home any minute...."
"W-What the hell!" he'd blurted in his frustration.
"Later, Darling ... this afternoon, around three-thirty ... I'll be all alone...."
And Leslie would be gone to Syracuse! "Th--This afternoon...?" he'd managed, his voice hoarse, nearly choking him.
"Please...? Will you come back then ... and make beautiful love to me...?" she had pleaded, and he remembered that the great dog at her side had begun to whimper then and rub against her, while he, Mike Sayer, swallowed tightly. Christ, she had reached down between their bodies and was suddenly stroking his rod inside his pants!
"This ... this afternoon?" he'd gasped.
"Three ... three-thirty. What the hell ... I'll blow my mind before then...!"
"Oh ... Oh Mike," she whispered, burying her face against his chest, her small hand continuing to caress and squeeze his aching penis gently. "Don't hate me ... please don't hate me, Darling? Promise ... promise...!"
"H-Hate you? Hell no!" he'd grunted, trying at a manly grin, hardly knowing what he was saying, his initial purpose completely obliterated from mind. "How could anyone ever hate such a luscious creature...? Damn ... I'll be back, Baby ... three-thirty...."
"Oh Darling," she whimpered, her hand ever massaging his jerking prick, her whispering voice quivering with emotion. "It ... it feels so nice and hard ... and beautiful ... I ... I'm going to suck it for you first ... if you'll let me...?"
"Jesus Christ! You beautiful little minx!" he'd rasped, crushing her to him and kissing her savagely once more, the feel of her enrapturing body against him as she stroked his cock, driving all sense of balance from his lust-incited brain. "I ought to pull you down and fuck you silly right here on the floor!"
"Oh, my sweet, I wish we could! I want you so bad right now ... but we can't," she moaned. "My darling, lover ... just ... just please don't hate me ... only promise you'll come back ... and fuck me?"
The lewd word falling from her delicious lips was like adding fuel to a roaring fire. Godamn! He knew that if he hadn't gotten out of there right at that moment, he wouldn't have been responsible for what he might've done next ... and he'd forced her from him, swung around and hair-stumbled from the house....
Now, he was about to walk onto the same stage ... like some sort of continued serial, he thought, his excited rod jumping about in a half-swollen state at the mere reflection of their earlier episode, except that he'd had some time to think and come to his senses.
No matter what, he'd decided, he had to keep control of the situation. He was there for a purpose, and one purpose only ... to find out what she knew about Shelly. God, he had to keep that in mind! And he loved his Leslie! He mustn't forget that for one second! He loved her with all his heart! It wasn't going to be easy, but he could do it! Go as far as he had to in finding out what he wanted to know ... then, getting out of there! That was the plan ... mustn't forget it!
Christ, Sayer! The girl is jailbait ... just keep telling yourself that! And you're on probation! One stupid move with a bastard like Regher, and the world could forget you ever lived! All right ... all right! Think about how much you love your Leslie! Now ... ring that little doorbell...!
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Nadine watched him walk up the drive toward the main house. My God, he was handsome! She stood unmoving at the window, watching his tall, blond form come up the path he had plowed earlier, a tiny erotic chill rippling through her at the nonchalant, athletic manner in which he carried himself. God, she wondered if Leslie Sayer realized now loose she was? She probably wouldn't think so if she could see him now, and know why he was walking toward her door ... but then, she would be wrong, wouldn't she? She, Nadine Sheldon, had seduced him into this horribly beautiful little escapade, and even if Vic Regher hadn't been hiding strategically in the closet of her bedroom at that very moment, she would have eventually done the same thing. She wanted Mike Sayer to be the first man to ever take her.
Sir Launcelot barked behind his locked door at the rear of the house, its powerful sound coming to her over the taped background music she had chosen. She hated to lock her darling up, but Regher had insisted. The dog had frightened him obviously, and had she not given a damn for consequences, she might have let her beloved Lonny rip him into tiny pieces. God knows, he would have at her slightest command ... and had, at least, turned off the ugly man's lust while they waited.
She shook her head, making an extra effort to restrain the tears trying to force themselves from her eyes. There was little doubt in her whirling mind that if it were not for the pot she'd smoked, she could never cope with what she was about to do. Regher had even suggested it, and she hadn't needed a second prodding.
"It'll help you put it over, kid," the ugly faced one had said, drinking from Jamey Halo's stock. "And I don't want any foul-ups, understand? Unless, of course, you don't mind doing a little time...."
"I understand! How many times do I have to tell you? I understand what you want! Now
... why don't you leave me alone?" she'd half screamed at him.
He'd laughed, sitting in Jamey's own chair and drinking his liquor. "Sure, kid," he'd said. "Just don't screw up, eh? Now ... put that godamned dog someplace where he won't be in the way."
She had, of course, and now she could hear her darling barking at her. It bothered her, because he could never understand, when she locked him away. They were inseparable ... but, of course, it went beyond that. And now, as she watched Michael Sayer's approach, she couldn't help but compare him with her beautiful Sir Launcelot. After all, the splendid beast's organ was the only one of any male specie she had ever known to enter her vagina? It was logical, wasn't it?
God, I'm high! Or, should I say, thank God I'm high!
Again, she shook her head as if to make room for reality. He was directly in front of her window now. In a moment the doorbell would ring, then...? Then...? How would it be?
You're a filthy little self-preservationist bitch, Nadine! You are! At least, recognized that ... But you want him, don't you? Oh ... oh, God yes, you really really do...!
The chimes rang! Slowly, she began to unbutton her robe, then, she discarded it, tossing it over a chair as she walked toward the door completely naked. Was there any reason to taunt him or herself? Dear God she wanted to get it over with ... but hoped it would be beautiful in passing.
Mike Sayer gaped at her. He gulped and the sound carried into the room. He might've believed a negligee, or some other provocative garb ... but naked? Christ almighty!
The empress' new gown! he thought childishly.-
"Look," he managed, "I think you've got this all wrong...."
"Oh Mike!" Nadine gasped, throwing herself, at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging there. "Please ... my God, please? Don't say anything ... just make love to me!" He clung to her. It was impossible to do otherwise, and with the touch of his hands against her velvety flesh, his brain fell into an immediate turmoil.
He held her tight to him and kissed her lips, letting his tongue play subconsciously with their open, moist loveliness. His mind reeled. He had to keep hold of himself! There were questions ..! He loved Leslie! Christ in heaven! His big hands traversed down her back, over the slender wonder of her young, entrancing waist to the magnificent fullness of her buttocks. He felt his hand smooth over them, then, grasp and clasp their full, smooth roundness tightly, drawing her hungrily against him. "Oh shit!" he rasped aloud.
"Love me, Darling! Love me!" she whimpered. "Please? I'll go mad!"
"Damn!" he blurted. "Listen to me ... this is crazy ... we can't ... for Christ's sake ... you're just a kid...!"
"I want you to fuck me! Now, Mike, now! I want it!"
"You don't know what the hell you're saying...!" he stammered, lifting her into his arms, his brain fumbling for all the questions he wanted to ask her. Now was the time! Now! But he couldn't think of a one! He scooped her up in her nude loveliness, his eyes feeding hungrily on her delicious naked body as he stumbled through the living room, holding her tight to him while she buried her face in his neck, and every second-thought he had so carefully nourished fluttered crazily from his mixed-up brain.
"God, Les ... you've got to understand! I love you, damnit! I can't help it!" he blubbered mentally. "You've got to understand!"
"Oh, Mike, Mike, hurry!" Nadine whimpered as he lowered her onto the bed. "Hurry ... hold me close, and make love to me!"
Spasms of wild excitement coursed crazily over the nerve ends of his emotion-choked body. What the hell, he thought, this was no more true than life itself ... either that, or he was losing all sense of reality! She raised her face to him, he kissed her as if she belonged to him, running his lips over her face hungrily. She squirmed in his arms, lengthening her body until she was stretched out straight against him. She smiled lovingly into his face and her hands moved down to lock at the small of his back as his lips covered hers and her tongue slithered into his mouth while he felt the growing weight at his loins.
Desperately, even as he kissed her, his mind fought a losing battle against his aroused desire. His upper hand trailed down over the smooth warm flesh from her breast to the slight delineation of her youthful ribs, and over the curved swell of her hips to the full sphere of her buttocks, stroking the one, then the deep velvety cleft that divided them, cupping a portion of each as he pressed into them to draw her soft belly snug against his throbbing hardness. He held her tight to him, kissing her and sensed her warm, trembling body begin uncontrollable little fervent motions that ground her pelvis against his enclosed prick until it was jerking frantically.
"Godamned!" he gasped aloud. "You know what you're doing? I'm going to fuck you! You know that, don't you?"
"Oh ... Oh ... , Oh my love ... my darling! Yes ... yes! Please ... I want you to, Mike. I want you to, so badly!"
And then, she was writhing to free herself; she sat partially up and was working at the front of his trousers. He raised to watch her, his eyes fastening on the dark, silken pubic hair covering the erotic swelling between her full, creamy white thighs, and he smoothed his hand down over her belly to the soft silk and with a tiny moan, she opened to him, letting his finger trace downward over the tight pink slit separating the sensitive flanges of her already, moistened cunt lips.
Mike felt her hands move inside the front of his pants and beyond the cotton of his shorts to grasp the long thick rod of his desire-incited cock, and he grunted aloud as her fingers encircled it to bring it out in the open with them. He heard her tiny quickening of breath as she clutched it and saw her eyes widen excitedly when they locked on the husky male organ exposed between them.
Affectionately, she began to stroke it, drawing the heavy foreskin back to reveal the almost purplish, swollen head. Again, he gasped, while she maneuvered him onto his back, his elbows supporting him as she spread his legs and climbed between them. He watched spellbound as she knelt in breathtaking nakedness there, tugging at the belt of his trousers until his genitals were entirely exposed to her ... and then he realized what she was going to do.
"Oh Mike ... it's beautiful!" she whispered in admiration. "So ... so big and hard! And ... and I'm going to do what I promised...!"
Wildly, Mike's brain reeled, thoughts of Leslie trying to force themselves to the forefront, but he fought them. "L-Look ... you don't have to ... to do that!" he half choked, groaning once more as her small, long-fingered hand encircled his hard shaft of flesh, and he saw the tiny drops of lubricating fluid oozing from its tip in his building lust.
"I want to!" she gasped. "Just ... just don't say anything...!"
So, he watched entranced as her white, soft hand continued to massage and stroke it, drawing the thick outer-layer of skin back and forth deftly, up and down and up and down ... until, all of a sudden, she lowered her face over it, her small pink tongue darting out to lick away the moisture at its seeping split, and he gasped, reaching forward for both her dull, lush breasts, cradling them in his hands and feeling their hard pulsing nipples searing the flesh of his palms, while slowly she lowered her head and her soft wet lips ovaled, warmly slipping down over his throbbing cock.
Mike stared in fascinated awe as Nadine absorbed the lurching rod deep inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, her tongue lashing and working lovingly against its thick-veined, hard flesh, and then she raised her head, her ovaled lips sucking their way to its tip, and he felt the unbelievable, swirling motions of her tantalizing tongue until finally its point taunted the small orifice at its end.
Christ ... only once before in his life had he been sucked ... and that time by a professional whore when he was in college, but it had never been like this! Damn, it was the ultimate in sensation ... the godamned, mind-shattering ultimate! If only Leslie would ... but that was about as ridiculous of thought as any he'd ever entertained. The word perversion alone was enough to freeze her up! Oh God, Les ... darling ... it's driving me out of my skull! Damn, he had to shed his clothes and get at her!
"Wait!" he croaked, pressing her back and struggling to his feet, pulling at his things simultaneously. Slowly, Nadine stretched out on her back, watching him with passion-glazed eyes as he rid himself of everything with trembling hands, then he was on the bed, half on top and half beside her, his hot, hungry mouth all over her beautiful young face, at last, sucking at her lips, his tongue finally sinking deeply into her mouth while his hands caressed her full, palpitating breasts and explored her body excitedly.
"Oh Mike, Mike ... my darling ... don't ever stop," she moaned and he shot his tongue between her lips once more while she sucked hungrily on it, nibbling with sharp little nips of her white teeth, causing chills to dance the length of his spine. She moved her thigh up against his crotch and his cock jerked in its painfully growing hardness. He could feel the moisture from its seminal fluid seeping from the glans of its rock-hard tip.
"I ... I could've sucked it all day if you had let me," she whispered. "It's such a beautiful cock, Mike darling...."
Just the thought of her sweet, lovely young mouth uttering such lewd words with affectionate meaning, let alone the actual things she was saying, was driving him into a near uncontrollable frenzy of salacious lust. Hell, he was losing all sense of perspective ... there was no question about that. He was gone ... gone! Then, the sudden thought of other men, or boys, fondling her soft, young body, shoving their filthy pricks into her tender cunt, or maybe into her mouth like he just had, caused an almost violent wave of jealousy to sweep over him, at the same time making his cock a hot, aching pulsation that pumped against her thigh until she knew she must sense its seething heat like a shaft of cauterizing steel.
Angrily, he slid his body up over her, laying his weight heavy upon her and she played her fingers through his blond hair. With both hands she drew his face down to her and kissed him, slithering her tongue up into his mouth as he moved his own hands downward, clutching and cupping at the smoothness of her rounded buttocks. She wrapped her arms around him, crushing him tight into her, then ran her fingers exploringly over his lean flesh, searching greedily into the secret concaves and crevices of him. Now, his cock and balls nestled at the juncture point of her cream-white thighs and crotch, a portion of its shaft almost insinuated inside the split of her pink cunt, its head resting in the silkiness of the soft pubic hair covering the puffy mound of her pelvis.
"Darling ... ," she whispered, "would you believe that you'll be the first man ever to do this to me?"
Mike lifted his head to better see her. "Wh--What the hell are you saying? That you're a virgin...?"
Her lovely, wet lips parted in a smile. "Both yes and no, Darling," she said. "But I swear ... no man or boy has ever done this to me . .
Mike shook his head in confusion. "I-I don't get it ... the way you started to ... to suck it ... Hell, Nadine, you've sucked a cock before...."
"I-I didn't say that I hadn't," she replied softly, looking deep into his eyes. "I said that you will be the first man ever to ... to fuck me ... and that's the God's truth, Darling...." He shook his head, not knowing whether to believe her or not, and not really giving a damn, as she began to squirm beneath him, moving herself upward against the satin of the coverlet until she was satisfied that the inflated head of his prick lay pressed against the throbbing bud of her clitoris, then, she lifted herself and him while she moved her hands beneath her buttocks and from either side, spread her soft, hair-lined vaginal lips open until his cock lay securely embedded within the moist pink flanges of her cuntal flesh. Then, she lowered herself with a sigh, his throbbing prick snugly captured in the full length of her tight, spread slit.
Mike's mental capacities spun with the erotic elation of her lewd act. Once again, his subconscious tried to project thought waves of righteousness, as well as his primary purpose for being there to his immediate controlling facilities, but those same lust-incited wits spurned them, forcing them back into that temporarily sealed-off closet in the back of his mind. Instead, his hands smoothed over the soft curves of her voluptuously naked body, while she began a slow, rhythmic undulation and he felt the muscles and cords underneath the satin-like skin ripple lightly, indicating an unexpected strength. He thought of the hardness of his prick sinking into her receptive loins and he could almost feel the power of her lovely young legs wrapped around and gripping at his back.
Nadine purred cat-like and crushed her moist lips upward against his own, squirming her flat little belly tight up to him, her long nails raking the flesh of his back as he worked his hands beneath her to cup the fullness of her delicate ass-cheeks, drawing her naked vaginal plane up tighter to him. He tasted the delicious sweetness of her ecstasy-heated mouth as he moved up and down slowly, the insinuated full length of his shaft massaging her tight and youthful, if, wide-spread cuntal slit, now growing more damp with each passing second, and he sensed her rounded, eager buttocks begin a more frenzied circling motion up against his aching loins, until at last, her legs flailed out on either side of him, her calves forcing themselves against the backs of his thighs in her effort to pull him tighter into her.
"Oh ... Oh, Mike darling, I can't stand to wait any longer! Do it now! Please, my darling ... do it!" she whimpered against his lips, her hot sweet breath like honey to him, and her hand slipped down between them to gently grasp his throbbing cock and guide it between the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her moist, hungry cunt.
Mike gasped loud at the touch of her fingers, even while something in the sealed-off portion of his brain tried to telegraph its warning that this was it! This was that moment of adultery ... of statutory rape ... of insanity! Again, he fought the tormenting, warning thoughts until they fell back away from him, and as she drew the head of his long, thick shaft upward, then downward to part the entwining, silken hairs ... finally placing it at the small opening of her vagina, he flicked his hips with a decisive movement that sent his pulsating cock into the clutching, hot receptive channel of her hungering pussy with a fleshy resounding smack, ending all possibilities of moral reasoning. It was done! And there was nothing left but the sensation of his heavy cock buried deep inside the velvety confines of her moist, grasping young cunt ... nothing beyond the enrapturing pleasure of this beautiful girl who wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
"Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure under him, the amazing tightness of her lubricated passage encasing his needing, rock-hard flesh with a natural muscle control that raised another gasp of delight from deep in his chest. "Ohhhh ... Mike ... it's so big ... so big! My ... my God! Oooohhhhh!"
He thrust excitedly from the beginning, plunging his long, frustrated cock up into her warm and tight cunt with unnecessary force, ramming and pounding, the flow of her secretions coating and easing the way with every driving lunge, until at last the swollen, lust-bloated head of his heavy prick struck bottom and his charged balls crashed hard against the smooth rounded cheeks of her widespread ass.
Nadine whined with the pain-pleasure, writhing in a moment of brief agony beneath his assault as the rubbery head of his cock rammed and pummeled the depths of her soft, yielding belly, but her whimpers of torment only seemed to incite his passion more and he drove harder, grinding his strong pelvis solidly into her soft, young loins, flexing the turgid cock-head at the apex of his thrust to raise a further groan of masochistically desired pain from her, while he paused momentarily to allow his own ache from the vicious entry to subside.
Virgin hell! he thought, listening to the mewling sounds of servitude dribbling from her lips as she lay beneath him, completely subjugated to his meagerist whim, entirely impaled by his lust-heavy cock probing the warm liquid depths of her youthful womb. Someone or something had been in there before him, the lying little bitch, and with a rod that had opened her up well, he mused; then, came a feeling of sadistic anger that caused him to tormentingly flick the inflated head again and again, raising more guttural moans from between her erotically gritted teeth.
"Oh ... Oh God, my darling ... I never knew it could be ... so beautiful! Oh Mike, Mike ... please forgive me ... my God! I love you! I love your cock! Oh ... oh ... if it was only mine to suck and fuck whenever I wanted to...! It feels so good in my cunt ... I-I love it! Oh ... do more, Darling ... more! Love me hard! Put-Put your finger in my asshole! Please, Darling, yes ... yesss, hurt me ... ooohhhhhh!" she wailed, begging in the throes of her sudden ecstatic coma.
Whatever in hell he was supposed to forgive her for, Mike couldn't imagine and cared less, for her pleas had set off a wild current of new sensation inside him, instigating a tremor of salacious lust that surged furiously to his cock, his brain, and his groping hands. He reached in under and found the widespread crevice between her smooth rounded buttocks, while he pounded his unceasing cock into the soft dampness of her young, seething cunt. He sought her hairless little anus with his middle finger, trailing along the velvety smoothness of the undulating furrow, finding it without difficulty, and finding it moist from a thin rivulet of warm seepage that had trickled down from where his prick pleasurably raced into her.
She shivered ecstatically as he taunted the puckered little hole, lubricating the tiny mouth with the balled pad of his middle finger before teasing and probing it with the very tip. He felt her quivering buttocks press forward against the stiffened digit, and uncontrollably, he shoved hard into it, surprised at its resistance, for this was a new adventure to him. A child will lead them, he mused, as abruptly, he felt it pop, its elastic-like ring of rubbery flesh seeming to open as might a clam-mouth, absorbing with a slight sucking motion his finger inside to the first knuckle joint. She jerked beneath him, almost as if trying to evade the sudden intrusion.
"Oh Mike, darling ... tell me that you love me!" Nadine gasped. "I-I know you won't mean it ... but please, say it, Darling ... please?"
"I-I love you, Baby!" he choked. "Christ, yes...!"
"Say it again!"
"I love you ... you little vixen! Damn, I love your luscious ass ... your beautiful tits ... your hungry, tight cunt...!"
"And they all love you, my darling ... ," Nadine whimpered. "Oh God, please forgive me? Please ... please?"
She was losing her wits, he thought, and he, himself, was about to flip in his own building rapture. He'd had a few girls in his life besides Leslie, but he had never seen or heard, even dreamed of anything like this little wildcat in his entire life. Shit, she was coming unglued, and so was he!
He thrust and thrust, gradually increasing the stroke of his cock pistoning into the warm moist channel of her youthful, clasping cunt, while simultaneously he felt the smooth rubbery walls of her rectum sucking the length of his long probing finger to the palm of his hand, its possession of her asshole causing her to whimper aloud with the wanted, masochistic pleasure-pain that had unquestionably seized control of her naked seething flesh.
She skewered her ass down onto his distended finger that was searching, plunging, encircling the elastic depths of her back channel, seeming to revel on its unnatural presence as he rotated it wildly inside the soft, fleshy cavern of her rectum, while at the same time he could feel the in and out rampages of his heavy prick through the thin wall dividing the two entrances of her cunt and rectal channels, feel his cock with his exploring, pummeling finger, and his finger against the sensitiveness of his aching prick. Shit! It was too much! He was going to blow his cool if he didn't cum soon!
* * *
Vic Regher's heavy rod of flesh had danced inside his pants with all the incited lust a practicing voyeur can know. At his feet in the darkened closet, the tape-recorder took word pictures, while the camera in his hand clicked continuously, its brain of infra-red film registering each and every obscene progression of the adulterous act taking place on the bed not ten feet away from him.
Once, way back when she'd begun to suck Sayer's prick, he'd been tempted to unleash his throbbing organ, milk it somewhat and let his own loins blow their release, but he'd held back, not wanting to miss a single second of this show ... Christ, the little bitch! She was laying it on beautifully! He had Sayer right now so fucking tied up with the pictures and sound he'd gotten that the punk would be eating bread and water for the rest of his life.
Then, he'd found a pair of her panties on the floor of the closet, snatched them up and held them to his nose. They were sheer bikini things, no more than a wisp of diaphanous material, but the blend of perfume mixed with the tangy aroma of her cunt was too much. He stood at the cracked open door watching their wild and lewd performance while he inhaled deep at the crotch of her tiny nylon panties and his lust ran rampant, until finally he had unzipped his fly and now his cock hung long and heavy outside his trousers. Occasionally, he would stroke it, not vigorously, for he had other plans once Sayer had left.
He grinned evilly to himself as he watched his mark endeavoring to establish a combination rhythm of finger and cock, until he was fucking into her furiously in unison while she groaned incessantly beneath him. He was plunging into her with insane force, lengthening his stroke as well as quickening it, drawing his thick young prick nearly out of the tight, wet, pink sheath of her youthful pussy that he could see perfectly, then thrusting into her upraised crotch until his balls slapped hard against his own hand where his finger was gouging into her asshole.
Vic Regher smothered his nose and mouth with the flimsy material of Nadine's tiny panties while his free hand stroked his brutally enlarged prick, his dull grey eyes like two inflamed balls of incited lust as he watched the soft, hair-lined flesh of her tender young cunt cling to Sayer's throbbing rod with every outstroke, then disappear as he plunged deeply back into the little girl's tightly clinging pussy.
Again, he sniffed deep of the erotic panties in his hand. He stroked his massive member, then grinned to himself. He thought: Enjoy yourself, Sayer! It's going to be a long fucking time before you do again! And in the meantime, I'm going to introduce myself into that marvelous cunt of your wife! Yeah ... how about that? I'm going to smell it and eat it, just as she's going to lick and suck my cock before I fuck her silly! Enjoy yourself, you crumb bastard! Because when I get through with you, you'll wish you'd never seen the light of day!
He held the sheer panties tightly to his nose and mouth and watched, contented with the thought that Nadine Sheldon would suck him dry before he left the estate that day.
* * *
Mike had endeavored to establish a harmonious driving cadence of finger and prick, until he was fucking into her furiously in unison while she groaned uncontrollably beneath him. She spread her trembling white legs to the fullest in order to give him the greatest access to this delicious ravishment of her genitals, and suddenly, Mike felt his shaft expanding more and more, growing inside her to the point where he was certain it would erupt wildly like a volcano from the blunt, needling pain-pleasure building within his already bloated balls smacking viciously between her smooth buttocks, and against his own probing finger buried to the secret depths of her youthful anal passage.
Shit, he was lost now, anyway! How could he ever face his Leslie? Would he tell her that he loved her? But ... but he did! Damnit, to hell, he did! Oh ... Oh Christ! He couldn't last much longer! Dear God, the little bitch was a maniac ... maybe a nymphomaniac! Damn ... she better be getting ready! He was only human! Hell ... he didn't want to let her down ... but ... but his cock was ready to rip apart with his approaching orgasm! Hell, he couldn't hold it back ... didn't want to ... not any longer, once it tripped! And he had to let go soon or lose his mind for godamned sure! Christ ... Christ, yesss!
He began to hammer into her with longer, harder thrusts, while his finger punished her widespread rectum mercilessly. She gripped him tight over his back with her-thighs and he hoped dazedly that she was getting ready to cum! He couldn't last another minute without blowing his mind!
Oh ... Oh Christ!
Then, he heard her begin to moan and whine like an animal, guttural little sounds that were coming from deep in her throat and he felt her strong working thighs opening and closing around him as she shoved upwards onto his cock and backward onto his finger to the tempo of the savage, wanton ravaging of her loins.
"Oooohhhh ... Mike, Mike, darling! Harder, my precious! Fuck it harder! Make me know it, my love! Fuck hard ... haaaarrrrddddd!" she coughed, then wildly spewed a barrage of foul, obscene words as she drove her heels high into the flesh of his back. Abruptly, she pulled back legs and lifted them higher over his shoulders, presenting him with the full, widespread plain of her upraised cunt. Her eyes, like her teeth, were locked tightly together, while her face twisted and strained as her orgasm came onto her.
"Oh ... Ooohh ... Oooohhhh, Mike ... I'm going to cum! Fuck! Fuck! Ooooohhh, my lover, fuck it ... fuck it good! Fill me, Darling! Hard ... hhhhaaaarrrdddd! Oh, fuck, cunt! I-I-I'm cuuummmiinngggg...!" she babbled in a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing out and behind his driving buttocks, pulling him in a near-demented frenzy deeper and deeper between her widespread legs.
Mike jerked his finger from her contracting asshole and felt her cunt walls open like a myriad of tiny wells, emitting a flood of warm, gushing secretion to bathe his frantically pummeling cock. He rammed harder, faster, burrowing deep, deep into the hot liquid depths of her convulsing, spewing cunt, and the juice seeped wetly out around his still battering prick, flowing down the crevice of her lovely white ass to flood his balls as they slapped rhythmically against her twitching anus.
"Oh God ... Oh God ... don't stop! Don't ever ever stop, my darling!" Nadine chanted, twisting and writhing beneath him, spurring him on to force her straining legs farther and farther back over her head, while he fucked into her like a mad man.
Her ecstasy drove him, peaking his own lust as he continued to hammer into her, feeling her velvety cunt-walls secreting their warm gushes of viscid fluid around his plundering cock, coating his shaft and testicles ... and as she jerked and lurched beneath him, spasming wildly, the mouth and lips of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath laboring in short deep gasps, he sensed his own hot, thick sperm race the length of his prick in stimulating rapture, racking his lean frame as it spurted from the top of his cock far up into her soft quivering belly. His rod convulsed and gushed in what seemed never-ending delight inside her and she ground her pleasure-filled young crotch up tight against its buried depths.
"Oh ... oh ... keep going, Darling! Fill me! Fill me!" Nadine moaned, her lovely white thighs quaking, her belly trembling with the unleashed pool of liquid heat he was emptying into her.
Then, as' the apex of his climax was passing and he continued to fuck into her, a foreign sound reached him, but he was too lost in the erotic bliss of the moment for it to fully register, until he heard a voice behind him.
"You sonofabitch, Sayer, I've got you cold, now!"
"What the...!" Mike blurted, struggling to climb from between her legs and stagger to his feet.
The big man's ugly face momentarily swam before him and he gaped in stupefying disbelief at the twisted leer it held, at the same time noting the pair of handcuffs Regher's one good hand was producing from a back, trouser pocket.
"Just don't try anything, punk," he ordered gutturally. "I wouldn't want to hang resisting arrest on top of statutory rape...."
"M-My God, what are you doing?" Nadine questioned, half raising to a sitting position in the bed, her legs still spread obscenely, the thick, white fluid oozing from her swollen pink cuntlips as if it had been spilled from a cup. "You didn't say . .
"Shut up!" Vic Regher snapped at her. "Hold out your wrists, Sayer. You and I have an appointment downtown."
While the big man's deformed face retained its expression of malicious significance, Mike Sayer's brain made some swift calculations. Number one: he'd been setup! Number two: Nadine had to be a part of it! Number three: If he went willingly with this sadist bastard, he was lost! Number four: the ugly sonofabitch's nuts were vulnerable as he stood there spread-legged before him, waiting to slap the cuffs onto his wrists....
So, he kicked! And it was a well-placed kick, Mike thought, feeling the instep of his naked foot smash into the bigger man's testicles!
Regher bellowed with both the pain and the shock of the sudden, unexpected attack. He doubled forward automatically and Mike brought his fist upward in a furious arch that caught the probation officer flush on the chin. His gaunt, heavy frame seemed to collapse and he fell backwards, sprawling immobile on the floor.
"Oh God ... Oh God, Mike! What've you done?" Nadine cried, getting to her knees on the bed.
"You dirty little bitch! You set me up!" Mike snarled, taking one step toward her and drawing back his hand. But he held himself. There wasn't time to vent his wrath on her. He had to get out of there! "Damn you! I hope you're satisfied . .
"Mike ... oh, Mike, believe me! I couldn't help it!" Nadine said, holding her hands out to him. "He made me, Darling...."
"You filthy little bitch...!" Mike hissed between clenched teeth, wanting to slap her silly; instead, he swung away and began to dress, jerking his clothes on frantically.
"Mike ... Darling ... where will you go?" Nadine asked, standing now, the tears dribbling down her beautiful face matching the rivulets of white, viscid liquid drenching her full, round inner thighs in tiny streams. "Oh ... Oh God, Mike, I didn't mean it to be this way...." Mike didn't answer her. There was little to be said; he'd been suckered! He jammed his feet into his shoes, picked up his jacket and ran toward the front of the house.
Oh God, Les, my darling, can you ever forgive me? he thought, stumbling down the drive toward the Chevy.
CHAPTER 7
Leslie Sayer was both upset and confused when Mike didn't meet her at the depot on her return from Syracuse. She had so looked forward to it, too, inasmuch as her trip had been a successful one, plus the fact that she had been thinking of him all day in a rather erotic manner, at least for her, and all of that following the night before the near miss. In blushing truth, she'd been nourishing fond hopes of something ... say, something a bit wild in their lovemaking this night ... something that she would do and he would never forget. All of the way home to the clickity-clack of the iron rails she had thought about it, until she'd worked herself up into a state of near-wantonness that caused little waves of excitement to ripple through her anticipatingly.
It was snowing again and she stepped from the train and saw that he was not there. She walked around in front of the small station and saw nothing but the taxis. A sudden heaviness lumped into her belly. God, she thought, he wouldn't have gone out drinking ... would he?
She waited a few more minutes, then went inside to call the bungalow. No answer. She went back outside to stand idly and watch the snow slowly coat the pavement in white.
"Taxi, Ma'am?" one of the cabbies asked her.
She hesitated, forced a smile, then climbed into the warm vehicle, a solid little ball plaguing her throat. Damn him! She hoped he drank himself to death.
* * *
Mike Sayer paced the floor of the tiny cabin. He'd driven all the way to Osaga, thirty miles east of Parksburg, a summer-resort town where no one ever went in January. The owner had told him he wasn't officially open, but that he was doing some work on his cabins and Mike could stay for a day or two, as long as he was going to be there. A tiny oil-stove gave off a smattering of heat, and the shed-shaped units were anything but winter proof. Mike had yet to remove his jacket and the bed reminded him of a slab in a morgue.
A morgue? That almost fit him perfectly, didn't it? Christ, he wasn't anymore than a half-dozen steps out of one. That bastard, Regher, was going to turn all hell loose on him. But why? What had he ever done to him? Yet, the man had tried to frame him! It was crazy ... but true! And Nadine had to be a part of it! Christ, that was crazier! Why should she help that sadistic sonofa ... unless, he had something on her ... and was forcing her to entrap him...! Hell, that was foolish! It just didn't make sense! There was no reasoning behind any of it!
He shook his head, clapped his hands together, for warmth, and continued to pace the floor. God, what was his Leslie thinking right at that moment? His beautiful Leslie ... that he'd knowingly two-timed that very afternoon! Think about that, Sayer! You adulterous bastard! Yeah ... knowingly, wittingly, completely! Walked right into the lovely spider's web ... and bound yourself hand and foot! What now, big man? Disappear, maybe? Let the law chase you for the rest of your life? You're a violator of your probation now ... probation for a crime you never committed ... Jesus Christ! Les Miserables had nothing on you! Statutory rape! Isn't that beautiful? Les will love that, especially seeing the victim was Nadine Sheldon....
Victim? Hell ... he was going to blow his head! This was all positively unbelievable. What a mark he'd been ... but why? Who was trying to prove what against him? Did ... did Shelly enter into this picture? What about Halo? Christ ... he couldn't just go down like this! He'd come too far ... too close to the truth. Was that the reason? Or was Regher simply one sadistic maniac who hated his guts? Maybe ... That could be it. The ugly gargoyle had looked at him as if he were garbage ever since the first day he had reported to his office. And Nadine ... hell, she'd been making a play since that first day, too. Let's face it, she was a nympho! Hell, no man could satisfy her; that luscious young cunt was a disposal can! But even so, he couldn't help but think that she'd been forced into doing what she had. And he'd been the perfect, ready mark.
Damn, he was going to gamble; he'd call Leslie! Certainly, they couldn't have tapped his phone by this time. If ... If he could just let her know that he was all right ... that they were trying to frame him ... that he'd really done nothing ... except lay Nadine Sheldon. Oh Christ! How was he going to tell her that? How...? The ... the truth! That was how! Yeah, the whole damned truth! Just pour it all out to her with no excuses ... and hope to God she understood!
All right! All right! Come on, Sayer. Let's go find the man who owns the house where the telephone is! It's time to talk to the girl you love!
* * *
Nadine hung up the telephone. So, her Mom wouldn't be home tonight. Ordinarily, she would have given deeper thought to that, tried to analyze the whole picture, but this night she was in no mood for even caring. Besides, she was well aware that her mother and Adam Kallen were having a thing. And she didn't blame her. Adam Kallen was a fine man; Jamey Halo was a slob.
The whole point was, that she, Nadine Sheldon, didn't want to stay there alone that night. Dear God, all that had happened was too much ... and she'd played her part, hadn't she? She pressed her hands to her swollen, bruised cheeks where Vic Regher had battered her. There were marks on her breasts, stomach, thighs, and buttocks, too, she knew, but her robe covered them. He had been next to insane when she brought him to and he discovered that Mike had escaped. At first, she'd been certain he was going to kill her; however, he'd seemed to satisfy himself in his beating of her flesh. Then, he'd stormed out swearing that he'd get him ... and his lovely wife, too. She couldn't understand it. Dear God, how had she ever gotten involved this way? To think, that she had compromised Mike whom she wanted so badly ... God, he was beautiful, wasn't he? His magnificent prick! Just the thought of it was enough to set her off. She leaned down from the chair and scratched Launcelot's great head. For sure, she wasn't locking him away from her tonight. Damn, if anyone tried to get into the house she would order the dog to charge.
Lonny looked up and licked at her knee. How beautiful he was, she thought. And of course, that was why her Mom didn't fear leaving her alone; she had Sir Launcelot. But damn, she wanted someone to talk to ... , someone she could confide in .'. . and there was only one person, she knew, Ann Trent. Ann would come; her father would drive her out ... Her father, Steven Trent, president of Parksburg Paper Mills ... he was handsome ... and he always smiled at her in a rather warm way ... Maybe ... someday ... maybe....
She dialed the phone, a tiny smile playing about her exotic lips. You're a bitch, Nadine Sheldon, she thought. You are truly a bitch!
* * *
"Tell me where you are!" Leslie demanded.
"Baby, I can't do that!" Mike replied. "I can't even talk very long. Your phone may be tapped."
"Our phone ... tapped? Oh, for heaven's sake, Mike . .
"Listen to me! Damnit, Les, he's out to get me, don't you understand? I only have a minute. I just wanted you to know the truth ... from me, that's all . .
"Well thanks a million! I don't know when I've felt so good about anything!" she half screamed into the mouthpiece. "After all, any young wife ought to be happy to hear that her husband was laying another girl...!"
"Leslie! Leslie! Godamnit! Listen to me!" Mike screamed. "I'm not trying to make excuses ... I'm trying to be the one who tells you! Okay? I admit it! I'm a dirty bastard! Nevertheless, there's something else involved in this mess. Regher wanted me framed and Nadine helped him. I was a dupe...."
"You were a hell of a lot more than that, Mike Sayer!" Leslie spat, hardly able to speak with the wad in her throat choking her. "And you can go to hell! I'm leaving for Minnesota...!"
"Les, please ... please, listen to me, Darling?" Mike pleaded. "I-I don't blame you. I'd probably do the same thing ... but that's because I don't know any better. You do. God, Baby, you've got to realize that I have a side to this ... Oh, hell. Les, listen to me ... I love you! Believe it or not! Good-bye!"
The convulsive click in her ear surprised her. She looked at the piece of electronic equipment, as if trying to decide the manner of reestablishing their contact.
"Mike...? Mike...? Mike!"
Slowly, she replaced the receiver in its cradle. God! Where was he? What had she done? He'd needed her ... and she'd let him down! Yes ... as simple as that ... she'd let him down! The first real crisis ... when he had needed her, she'd deserted him! Deserted him!
Oh God! Oh God, what difference did it make about Nadine Sheldon? Or ... or, ten more girls just like her? He loved her, his Leslie, and she knew it! And she loved him! Yet, she'd deserted ...!
The doorbell rang.
Slowly, Leslie Sayer raised her face from her hands, staring at the thick, paneled door. She was wearing only a nightie and her short robe, she remembered. She glanced at her watch. Twelve-fifteen. A small lamp burned in a corner of the room; she couldn't pretend no one was home. It rang again. She stood, hesitantly. It was snowing again, she reasoned. Someone might be having car trouble ... She went to the door, opening it slightly....
CHAPTER 8
Vic Regher was the equivalent of a caged panther in his office. It had been nearly six o'clock when he had stormed in, gotten Police Chief David Archer on the phone and requested an all-points be put out on Michael Sayer for violation of probation. At first, Chief Archer had been reluctant, but Regher had persuaded him by advising that he would be preferring stronger charges against him in a day or so and that he would have all the proof necessary to convict him. He just didn't want the punk to get too much of a jump on them, and he might if he had another day of traveling time. Archer had finally agreed, then the big man called Judge Fielding, repeated his story and asked for a warrant to search the caretaker's home. He could pick it up in a couple of hours, the Judge had said; that was fine as far as timing was concerned, for the photo shop wouldn't have his pictures ready before nine.
Regher poured himself three fingers of raw bourbon and gulped it down while he paced the floor of his office angrily. His groin ached as if he'd been battered with an anvil, but worse was the mental pain of his injured pride. He'd let that hood sonofabitch catch him off guard ... and that lousy little Sheldon pig had been no help to him. They'd both pay right through the ass before they were through with this ... along with that stuck-up bitch-wife of Sayer's.
That was the only thing that could wring a smile from his bloodless lips at the moment ... knowing that he was going to fuck her silly. Godamn, he'd have his pound of flesh one way or the other, he thought, the idea broadening the grin on his evil face. Patience, patience, Victor. All in good time ... and what a delicious piece she was going to be. Even though his balls ached as though a herd of buffalo had stampeded over them, his prick was jerking with the lewd thoughts he was envisioning. And Sayer would pay for what he did to him! Damn, he'd pay all right! In fact, maybe it was better that it'd come off this way; now, the punk was a fugitive ... and he had a strong feeling that once Leslie Sayer saw the pictures and heard the tape he had, that she'd be more than ready to help her loving husband in whatever way she could. Patience, Victor ... just a couple more hours....
But it had been longer than that; in fact, it had been damned near midnight before Judge Fielding had gotten around to issue his warrant and Vic Regher had been forced to sit with him in his study, listening to half-drunken political talk, a subject he didn't give a damn about. By the time he'd gotten out of there he'd been ready to blow his mind, and he hadn't wasted another minute.
Now, he fingered the bungalow's bell a second time. There was a light burning in the living room; he felt sure someone was in there....
The door opened a scant few inches. Regher, experienced, placed his galoshed foot in the opening and smiled thinly. He saw the look of alarm, then fright, cloud the beautiful blonde's face. She started to say something and he held his small folder of credentials before her.
"I'm Victor Regher, Mrs. Sayer ... your husband's probation officer. He's under arrest. Is he here?"
"Wh-What..? N-No! Michael isn't here ..!"
"I have a warrant to search the premises. I'd advise you to let me in," he said matter-of-factly, at the same time pressing against the barrier, forcing her to give ground.
"B-But...." Leslie tried, falling backwards in confusion.
Regher entered, closing the door behind him. He sat his small tape recorder on a near-by table, then unbuttoned his overcoat as he turned slowly to glare at her. "Routine, Mrs. Sayer," he said.
"I ... I don't understand...."
"Really? Well, in that case I guess I better enlighten you hadn't I?" he said rather than asked, and for the first time she saw the licentious gleam burning in the depths of his dull-grey eyes. Abruptly, then, she began to wonder at the wisdom of having answered the door, being alone as she was...."Your husband is a felon," he was saying. "Right now he's wanted for statutory rape; that's his latest accomplishment ... plus, violation of probation. But of course, you probably know about that, eh?" He grinned with an evil satisfaction at her. "I have to search the house, lady."
"Wh-What are you saying?" Leslie gasped, staring at him in amazement, hardly aware that his cruel, cunning eyes were raking her supple, willowy body salaciously. "I-I don't know about ... nor believe a word of it! Now ... you better get out of here before I phone the police! Do you hear?"
Regher turned away from her, saying nothing. He walked through the house opening doors and peering here and there, knowing that Mike Sayer would not be there. Leslie followed him part of the way, then stopped to clutch the lapels of her robe tight around her throat. She back stepped slowly into the living room, her mouth falling open slackly, her eyes looking off at nothing.
Dear God, did I hear him right? Statutory rape! Violation of probation? Probation for what? I-It can't be...! It just can't be ... not Mike ... my Mike! There ... there has to be some mistake ...!
Regher dragged it out. He'd read the shocked expression of surprise that had slowly turned to horror on her exquisite face, her reaction causing a tiny twinge of excitement to run through him. He strolled casually through the rooms, finally returning to where she sat on the edge of the faded couch.
"Where is he?" he shot at her.
Leslie looked up at him, wide-eyed, almost vacantly. "I-I don't know, Mr. Regher. I swear I don't."
"I see. He's pretty clever at slinking into a hole when the law's after him ... this husband of yours," he said deridingly, easing himself down into a chair. "But I knew that before I came. I didn't expect to find him here. He's too seasoned ... know what I mean? Nothing more clever than a drug pusher."
Leslie continued to stare at him. "Drug pusher...? Mike?" Suddenly, she bolted to her feet. "You're out of your mind...!"
Regher grinned. "Think so, eh?" he said. "Well now ... let's just see. How much do you know about Michael Sayer, anyway?"
"He's my husband ... and ... and that's all I have to know to be sure he'd never be guilty of the things you've accused him of!"
Regher continued to smirk. He nodded. "On the other hand, supposing I told you that he was convicted of robbing twenty-thousand dollars worth of heroin ... was a pusher ... and spent nineteen months of his life in prison for burglary? Would that register, Mrs. Sayer ... or did you already know it?"
He might have run over her with a ten-ton truck! He might have jabbed her in the heart with a lance, or fired a loaded gun in her face! Dear God! He has to be lying!
She gaped at him in complete stupidity. He said: "It's true, lady. And all a matter of record ... not too difficult for you to get a rundown on ... if you care to."
Leslie's brain swam. For one brief moment she feared that her legs might buckle beneath her. She staggered slightly, then caught herself. A light rash of gooseflesh broke out on her satiny skin as she stared fixedly at him, refusing to acknowledge the lust-filled gleam flaming deep in his eyes. He was still half-grinning at her; she managed: "I ... I don't understand...."
"'Course you don't. Nice girls like you who are taken in by his kind never do." He shifted in his chair and reached into his pocket, bringing out a small manila envelope. "And that's why there has to be people like me, lady." He pointed toward the couch. "You better sit down before you look at these ... I think you're in for one hell of a jolt."
Leslie stared at the envelope he held extended to her. She didn't sit, but hesitantly reached out and took it from his one good hand, then, with a deep breath, she opened the flap and extracted the contents. They were snapshots ... pictures of ...!
O, my God! She stared at them in utter horrifying disbelief! Even though Mike had told her over the phone about Nadine, she'd had no idea of the extent....
"Oh no ... no ... no!" she gasped, quickly fumbling through the nauseously lewd and abominable reproductions of her own Mike and the exotic, raven-haired girl, completely naked and engaged in the vilest of sexual lust. "Oh ... Mike ... Mike ... Mike ... how could you?" she moaned again as she read the expression of sheer carnal depravity contorting her husband's handsome face, while that little ... little whore bent over his loins with ... God Almighty! She'd taken almost all of his penis into her mouth! And another of Mike on top of her ... with her legs up over his shoulders, his hardened penis shoved all the way into her until she could see only his testicles ... and the lurid, salacious looks perverting their faces
... "Oh ... my God, I ... I can't believe it. .!" Regher had assumed as much and while she was staring in near-shock, trying to convince herself that they weren't true, he'd eased to his feet and set the tape-recorder into operation.
Then, the undeniable voices reached her and Leslie froze where she stood.
"OH MIKE ... IT'S BEAUTIFUL! SO ... SO BIG AND HARD! AND ... AND I'M GOING TO DO WHAT I PROMISED...!"
"L-LOOK ... YOU DON'T HAVE TO ... TO DO THAT!"
"I WANT TO! JUST ... JUST DON'T SAY ANYTHING...!"
The sounds of their heavy breathing, their writhings on the bed, their little moans and gasps came to her and Leslie had only to stare at the pictures to know the whole terrible truth. It had been an outright debauchery! "WAIT!" she heard her Mike's voice exclaim. A pause then, with rustling and more heavy breathing....
"MIKE, OH MIKE ... MY DARLING ... DON'T EVER STOP." Pause. "I ... I COULD'VE SUCKED IT ALL DAY IF YOU HAD LET ME. IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL COCK, MIKE DARLING...."
More panting and writhing, then, Nadine's voice half-whispering: "DARLING ... WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU'LL BE THE FIRST MAN EVER TO DO THIS TO ME?"
"WH-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING? THAT YOU'RE A VIRGIN...?"
"BOTH YES AND NO, DARLING. BUT I SWEAR ... NO MAN OR BOY HAS EVER DONE THIS TO ME...."
"I-I DON'T GET IT ... THE WAY YOU STARTED TO ... TO SUCK IT ... HELL, NADINE, YOU'VE SUCKED A COCK BEFORE...."
"I-I DIDN'T SAY THAT I HADN'T. I SAID THAT YOU'LL BE THE FIRST MAN EVER TO ... TO FUCK ME ... AND THAT'S THE GOD'S TRUTH, DARLING...."
"Turn it off!" Leslie screamed suddenly. She jammed her hands against her ears and shook her head, dropping the pictures to the floor. "I don't want to hear anymore...!"
Regher watched carefully. He didn't want her to go berserk on him, but he did want her to hear this part that he'd doctored. He raced the tape ahead, then said: "Listen to this, lady. It should interest you."
"I don't want to hear...."
"OH MIKE, DARLING ... TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME!"
"I-I LOVE YOU, BABY!" Leslie heard him gasp. "CHRIST, YES...!"
"SAY IT AGAIN!"
"I LOVE YOU ... YOU LITTLE VIXEN! DAMN, I LOVE YOUR LUSCIOUS ASS ... YOUR BEAUTIFUL TITS ... YOUR HUNGRY, TIGHT CUNT...!"
"AND THEY ALL LOVE YOU, MY DARLING...."
Oh my God, it can't be true! It's ... it's all some horrible nightmare ... and I'll wake up! He never said that to her ... not that he loved her ... not my Michael ...!
"OOOOOHHH ... MIKE, MIKE, DARLING! HARDER, MY PRECIOUS! FUCK IT HARDER! MAKE ME KNOW IT, MY LOVE! FUCK HARD ... HAAARRDDDD!"
"Ooohhh ... Leslie moaned feebly. "I ... I can't ... she tried, a flooding nausea overtaking her. She sensed the blood draining from her face and a certain light-headedness she had never before experienced. The room whirled and a chill caused her to convulse, followed by a flushing spasm as her legs jelled beneath her ... and she fainted....
* * *
Regher caught her before she crumpled to the floor. Smiling, he scooped her into his arms and laid her on the couch. Slowly, he dropped to one knee beside her and reached out his hand to run over the satin-like smoothness of her leg and up her thigh. He gently brushed back her robe and nightie until her enticing naked loins were visible to him. He gaped in lust-incited awe at the breathtaking sight of her sparsely covered, golden-haired pelvis; the thin pink slit of her joined puffy vaginal lips traced down between her delicious thighs for several inches, almost to the crevice separating the gorgeous hillocks of her ass. What a fucking delight she was to look at, he thought! Christ, she was like some kind of goddess ... like he remembered Evelyn ... Yeah, that was it! She was his Evelyn ... his own wife ... his two-faced, deceitful Evelyn! Damn her!
He smoothed his hand upward over the gentle swell of her tight belly, then back down to the soft, down-covered region of her genitals, caressing and stroking the warm, pouting cuntlips, his eyes like two blazing coals of white-hot fire.
There ought to be liquor in the house somewhere, he thought. Then, he grinned to himself. This was going to be a long, wild night. No use rushing it. Go slow ... savor it ... extract every ounce of its individual flavor ... After all, he had it coming to him, didn't he? All these years ... until at last, he'd found her ... and ... and he mustn't forget Sayer ... no, mustn't forget Sayer....
He shook his head as if to clear some unknown, bothersome wave that was overpowering him ... a net-like veil that was almost too strong to fight against. Sayer ... he seemed so unimportant now that he'd found his Evelyn ... All else seemed so unimportant ...!
He raised to his feet slowly. He had to find something to bring her around ... He wanted her wide awake when he fucked her ... but he'd use a capsule on her, just to make sure ... Damn, she'd probably go out of her mind once she saw that he'd come back to her ... back from the war ...!
He turned away and hurried into the kitchen ... Evelyn had always kept their liquor in the kitchen....
* * *
"Drink it ... More ... take more," a masculine voice ordered and Leslie, dazed, found herself trying to obey.
Her head and shoulders were being raised and supported by a strong arm; she let her eyes flicker open and slowly the whirling room began to settle down before her focalizing vision. She felt nauseous and was lying outstretched ... on a couch ... their own couch. Someone ... a man was sitting on its edge beside her, holding her up. She glanced at him; there was something horribly familiar about his ugly face. His gaunt hand held a glass from which she had drunk ... and its contents had caused her tongue to tingle; there was a pleasant, mild burning at the base of her stomach.
"Wh-What happened?" she questioned feebly, trying to sit upright.
"You fainted," Vic Regher told her. "You better drink the rest of this. It's bourbon. I found it in the kitchen."
Leslie pushed his hand holding the glass away and swung her legs around slowly, letting her feet touch the floor. It was then that she realized her robe and nightie were raised almost to her hips ... and that the man beside her was someone called Regher. H-He had come to arrest Michael! The ... the pictures ... the recording ... Oh God! Quickly, she tugged at her robe, covering herself, a flush of shame sweeping over her. She said: "I'm sorry ... II never fainted before in my life ... It's ... it's all coming back now...."
"Here," Regher said, holding the glass to her lips. "You ought to drink the rest of this, Ev ... Mrs. Sayer."
She took the glass from him and drained it, the amberish colored liquid immediately causing further stimulation in her belly. It felt good; God knows, she needed its welcome fortification. She lay one hand on her robe-covered thigh and his big one came down over it. The unexpected act caused her heart to leap in her chest, seeming to bolt upward as if to lodge in her throat. Her breath caught and she gaped at him, then, she eased backwards, squirming into the corner of the davenport. He grinned, his bone-distorted face struggling for tenderness, but those lecherous tiny explosions in his dull-grey eyes belied him.
"Y-You're just as beautiful as ever," he said huskily, "just ... just the way I remembered you ... used to think of you all of those cold nights ... sitting in a hole ... waiting for those godamned reds to come screaming down on us ... Yeah ... I'd sit in that hole, huddled up and think of you, Evelyn...." He shook his head in memory, his eyes vacant, his mouth partially open, his hand caressing hers. "I'd ... I'd have gone crazy if I hadn't had you to think of ... knowing you were back here waiting for me...."
Leslie couldn't believe her ears. She felt the little furrows of puzzlement wrinkling her forehead and she tried to extract some personal meaning to his words by searching his ugly face, but they made no sense whatever.
"I ... I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Regher," she said, shaking her head in confusion, then brushing her long flaxen hair back over her shoulder habitually. "I-I never saw you before you came here yesterday ... You're making a mistake...."
Regher's eyes hardened, his smiling attempt at tenderness fading. "Don't try to get wise with me, lady," he spat, his whole character changing almost spontaneously, sending a new ripple of fright surging through her. "Damn you, just remember that I can hang that punk husband of yours, eh? You saw the pictures ... heard the tape. That's statutory rape, sweetheart. The kid is only fifteen! Statutory rape, say nothing of his godamned violation of probation! Now ... ," he shook his head, his eyes glaring wildly, "you better be nice to me, Baby! Eh? Be nice if you want to save that hood bastard's ass!"
Leslie could only stare at him in complete confusion; yet the thought that she had some sort of demented Jekyll-Hyde on her hands hadn't escaped her. God Almighty! What was she going to do? She was alone ... entirely at his mercy! She had to keep her head ... this was no time to crack up ...!
"Please ... I don't feel at all well," Leslie tried, the full impact of the pictures and tape coming back to her tortured mind. "You've searched the house. Mike's not here ... now, please leave."
Vic Regher grinned overbearingly; then, he chuckled. He shook his big head as if he couldn't believe his own hearing. "You know," he said, "you're a cool one, all right. Damned if you're not. Maybe ... just maybe mind you, maybe I've got you figured wrong after all, eh? Maybe you don't give a damn what happens to that little shit you're married to ... Maybe you're acting this way just because you've got a lot of morals or something ... is that it? Afraid I'm going to take advantage of you...?" He shook his head again and Leslie could see the troubled confusion in his eyes. "But ... but we were married, Baby ... remember? Hell, if it hadn't been for the war . .
While he talked on in circles of obvious mental entanglements, Leslies' brain raced madly in search of any tactic that might help her, regardless of how wild. There was no question about it, the man wasn't normal! Somehow, someway, she had to outsmart him, or dear God ... she dreaded to think of the consequences! But how? If only she could get to the phone and call the police, but it was ridiculous to even think of that. No ... no, she had to humor him ... play along with him ... soothe and keep him calm. Oh God! He was smiling at her again, that licentious gleam lighting his horrible eyes!
A tremor rippled over her as she felt his hand that had been on top of hers resting on her thigh, move suddenly to her flat, tense stomach, then inch around her waist as he slid closer to her, until his great, ugly face was mere inches from her own. Yet, as horrified inwardly as she was, what amazed her was that the touch of his hand and its warmth through the material of her sparse clothing sent an unwanted tremor ... a near-thrill to tingle over her cringing flesh. Good God! Had Mike denied her that much sexually? She had to keep her wits! Had to ...!
"Stop! Please ... stop it!" she snapped, writhing from his grasp and stumbling to her feet, but me too steadily. "You've got to leave now!"
Regher arose, confronting her, his hardened face set determinedly. "Leave? Leave, hell!" he hissed, his carnal eyes devouring her. "I'm going to fuck you, sweetheart ... willingly or otherwise ... It makes no difference to me!"
Leslie stiffened as if she had been submerged naked in a snow bank. Her mouth fell loosely open and her eyes widened in sheer disbelief, his use of the vile descriptive word knifing into her as she truly sensed her helplessness against him. Then, as she stood there near-petrified, she felt his hands slipping around her slender waist again, and the strength of his powerful arms drawing her tightly against him, his one good hand moving down to encompass the rounded full spheres of her buttocks, while the cold hardness of the artificial one lumped against the small of her back. She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks in the shame of his coarse hand moving intimately over her tensed, fear-stricken body.
"S-Stop! Stop it, do you hear? I'll scream for help!" she tried desperately.
"You little bitch! You make one sound and I'll beat you within an inch of your life!" he spat at her in warning, clutching the soft resilient flesh of one buttock in his hand brutally. "Understand? Godamn you, answer me!" he snarled, his panting breath foul in her face as he drew her tighter against the rising bulge at his loins.
"Oh ... oh, my God!" she whimpered, her sickened, pain-filled and horrified brain racing madly in frenetic circles. Mike! Mike! Help me...! My God, where are you? Wh-What am I going to do? He's mad! Mad! Oh ... oh, his huge thing ... it's grinding right into me...!
Once more, she struggled in his arms, trying to free herself, but she was helpless against his might, and slowly he lowered his head until his wet, bloodless lips completely smothered her soft, trembling mouth, his tongue smashing lustfully between her lips and against her small, white teeth. He hugged her close, his big hand hot and moving as it pressed into the round, full orbs of her buttocks to force her pelvis tighter against him, his height playing the throbbing bulge of his loin hard against the softness of her belly, and an unreasonable and uncontrollable tremor rippled over her.
Something ... something absolutely impossible was happening inside her! She was actually experiencing wild little sensations of excitement to contrast those of shame and repulsion at his vile assault on her helpless body ... and although she was desperately resisting him, her mouth gave way to the rape of his tongue and she sensed herself going limp against him as he forced her down on the couch, his big, one good hand covering her erect, full breast now, sending further unbelievable galvanic fermentations spiraling through her.
"Oh ... oh ... no ... no ... stop...!" Leslie groaned as he lifted his head to grin evilly down at her.
"Getting to you now, eh, Lady?" he hissed, his hand roving over her exploringly. He chuckled lewdly. "And you know why...? I laced that liquor good. Dhattura ... a mighty potent aphrodisiac from the far-East that I brought home with me. It only takes a little to drive you right out of your mind ... set that tight little cunt of yours on fire ... makes you beg for a cock to fill it ... but don't worry, Evie, I'm going to fill it for you, eh?" he went on, leaning above her and playing with her beautiful, tormented face with his wet, probing tongue.
His filthily modified statements ricocheted off the walls of her mind as she struggled to fathom their meaning. She was truly coming alive with overpowering, impossible sensations. His brutal hand, his foul tongue, his repulsive body had kindled her aflame with desire almost immediately. Never ... never before ... even with Mike ... had she felt so overcome with sheer sensual craving. My God, she had to gain a hold on herself! What was happening to her ... that she could come to relish the lewd caresses of such a despicable man ... one who was out to destroy her husband...? Oh, Mike ... Mike! Help me! Help me!
Then, his huge hand was on the satiny, naked flesh of her leg ... moving upward ... upward to her thigh ... the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh ... and God Almighty! She wanted it here! Oh God ...!
"Evie ... Evie ... you beautiful, luscious bitch!" Vic Regher babbled down at where she lay stretched out beneath him, while his hand smoothed up the silken flesh of her trembling thigh, moving higher with each stroke, until he let it brush to the very peak of the delightful juncture, instigating the sensation of contact as it pressed gently against the pouting, golden down covered lips of her pink-slitted pussy.
Leslie groaned and jerked to the slight pressured touch against her naked, tingling genitals, her brain desperately fighting to seize control from her rapidly overpowering physical senses. Oh Lord, what had come over her? Oh ... somehow ... somehow, she had to end this deplorable degradation she was allowing her body to be submitted to!
"No! No! You've got to stop this ... I'm not your Evie ... or whoever it is! Don't you see?" Leslie cried, rolling her head back and forth, her eyes squeezed tightly closed in her shame. "I'm Mrs. Michael Sayer! Damn you, stop, I say! He'll kill you! Mike'll kill you for this...!"
Vic Regher's dull-grey eyes rounded, then narrowed vindictively. "Bitch!" he spat. "Don't you suppose I know who you are? Filthy cunt! Damn you! Be thankful I'm letting you live after the way you ran out on me while I was gone! You whore! You're just like all the rest...!"
Leslie forced open her eyes to see the warped and confused expression in his own. Mother of God, she thought, now he's the Hyde-husband again! And in a moment he'll change back to the Jekyll-Regher individual who was trying to compromise her by threatening Michael's and her whole future! He was completely demented! And she was helplessly alone at his mercy, her whole being alive with carnal craving because of the fiendish substance he had put in the stimulant she had so foolishly drunk!
Oh God! Her mind was a whirlpool of confusion. If only she could think straight! Above all, she had to help Mike. If he was guilty of a crime ... regardless of what, it was her duty to stand beside him and help him in whatever way she could! He was her husband and she loved him! She had let him down once already this day, completely deserted him when he tried to explain that he needed her ... now, she was being offered a second chance. God was good! Yes! Yes! She must play along ... humor this monster ... and be thankful that he had doctored her drink with whatever it was! At least, that would make it easier ... Yes, that was it ... play along ... humor him ... until she got her chance ... if she ever did....
"Damn you ... damn you! You're beautiful, Evie!" he half-whimpered. "I could eat you alive! I always loved you ... you know that! Why? Why, Evie? Why did you do it to me?" he went on, interrupting her thoughts as he gently stroked her thighs, brushing her golden hair-covered loins at the apex of every stroke.
Leslie felt her arms move upward and around his neck while her legs opened to him uncontrollably, as if manipulated by a separate brain of their own, while her tongue suddenly trailed across his lips, little mewls of helpless submission emitting from her throat.
It happened then! She felt his thick long finger tracing the thin, pink-furrowed line of her exposed cunt and she writhed and squirmed beneath it intractably. Her hands caught at his powerful shoulders, their lacquered nails gouging into the muscular flesh through his clothing. A quick moment of repulsion swept her up at her own response, even as the prurient spasms of unwanted desire raced through her loins and belly, while slowly he parted the wisps of soft sparse pubic hair and wormed his middle finger between her warm vaginal lips exploringly ... at last, sinking it deeper and deeper up into her moist, excited channel, sending shocks of insane delight soaring through her.
"Oh ... ooohhhhh ... Mike ... Mike!" she whimpered brokenly in mounting passion.
CHAPTER 9
Sir Launcelot lay regally stretched before the glow of the fireplace watching the two naked young beauties on the white animal skin rug beside him with keen, whimpering interest. The sweetish aroma curling up from the crudely rolled cigarettes they smoked stung his acute sense of smell, and had he been human he would have undoubtedly reasoned that the voluptuous, golden-haired Ann Trent was kneeling up and beside his titian-haired mistress' lovely prone body to better facilitate her gentle applications of the salve she was affectionately applying to her intimate friend's bruised body.
"God, Nade, this one is almost an ugly purple," the entrancing teenage lovely spoke softly, her long-fingered gentle hand caressing Nadine's full left breast tenderly as it stroked the soothing balm into the satiny, resilient flesh, making a deliberate effort to tease at the elongated cherry nipple with every other circular motion. "Damn him ... he must have hurt you terribly."
"H-He's a damn fiend!" Nadine Sheldon replied, breathing heavily as she looked up into her girl friend's beautiful face. "And ... and he went nearly out ... out of his mind when he discovered that Mike had gotten away ... That's ... that's when he started to beat ... beat me ... Oh ... ohhh, that's nice, Darling ... You ... do it so ... so beautifully ... it gives me ... funny little feelings ... down there...."
Nadine dropped her one cigarette-less hand slowly toward her own flat little belly to smooth over the silken, white flesh, then downward until her fingertips brushed lightly the edges of her dark little forest of velvet-like pubic hair, while Ann Trent watched through mounting desirous eyes.
She watched fascinated as Nadine's full, rounded hips squirmed slightly, her lush buttocks rotating in tiny circles against the warm fur of the animal skin, her exquisite white soft thighs beginning a gentle rubbing and squeezing against each other as if to tease at the fleshy, hair-fringed lips so beautifully separated by the thin, pink little slit of her pussy ... an enticing pussy that she, Ann Trent, had become more than slightly familiar with over the half-dozen years of their close friendship. A tingle of erotic delight traversed through her own gorgeous young body as she knelt there, her rounded, luxuriant buttocks resting back on her calves, her firm and erect, pink nippled breasts jutting forth proudly, and as she watched, she saw Nadine's slender hand move away from her own pelvis toward her, Ann's, taut, creamy thigh, and she felt the warm softness of her hand glide over her flesh toward her inner thigh and upward lovingly ... until at last, it brushed tenderly against the golden down sprinkled lips of her pouting, pink split cunt to send a further tremor of ecstatic pleasure rippling over her.
"Hmmmmmm ... that's nice," Ann whispered, writhing somewhat licentiously to the light pressure of Nadine's small hand fondly taunting her rapidly flushing genitals, while at the same time she continued to massage and gently knead the exotic raven-haired girl's magnificent breast.
"I-I'm so glad you came tonight, Ann," said Nadine, slowly raising her marijuana cigarette to her moist lips. "God ... I was about ready to lose my mind after that ... that bastard beat me ... I just felt like dying...."
"And now, Darling...?" Ann questioned softly.
"Now ... between having you here, which is like old times ... and enjoying a bit of pot ... I'm beginning to get other, more wild ideas," Nadine replied, letting the edged side of her small fingered hand tenderly work itself between the beautiful blonde girl's moist cuntal lips and into the warm velvety dampness of her vulva with a gentle, slow, sawing motion that only lightly touched at the already erect, throbbing little bud of Ann's clitoris.
"Though, to tell you the truth, I'm getting higher than a kite ... and the more I think about that man Regher, the more sadistic I feel ... I wish he was here right now, damn him ... Between you, Lonny and I, we'd make him sorry he was ever born...!"
"Wow! You do sound sadistic," Ann agreed, smiling, her voluptuous body quivering and writhing to her precious friend's delightful manipulations between her soft, lovely thighs, those same ministrations causing brief thoughts and momentary visions of similar experiences at the hands of her wonderful brother, Donnie, and her handsome, beloved Daddy ... God, she thought, she was the luckiest girl in the world to have such a grand and close family. She was just going to have to insist that Nadine come to one of their family love-ins....
"Pot always does that to me ... makes me sadistic, I mean," Nadine said, cutting short Ann's thoughts. "Does it ever effect you that way?"
"I don't know ... I suppose so," replied Ann. "I've never given ... ooohhh ... given it much thought really ... I know that I lose any inhibitions I might have...."
"And it makes you want to do wild things?" Nadine put in quickly.
"Y-Yes ... I suppose so," Ann said, after a moment of thought as Sir Launcelot stirred restlessly beside them and began to whine, his great ears standing erect.
Nadine laughed lightly. "He's jealous," she said. "And I think I know what he's got on his mind."
"What?" the lovely blonde asked.
"You can't guess, Darling ... the way he's looking at you?" Once more, Nadine tittered. "I think he's partial to blondes if you want to know the truth...."
Ann looked at the massive animal, an undeniable glimmer of new excitement flickering in her beautiful eyes. She said: "You mean, he ... he...?"
"Exactly, doll," Nadine assured her. "He wants to fuck you."
"Me...? But I thought he only would do it to you, Nade ... Ann said, obviously not displeased with the idea.
Nadine withdrew her hand from between the other's legs and slowly rolled onto her side toward the powerful animal, hugging him tightly to her full breasts. "Oooo, I love you ... you great big beautiful brute," she cooed, kissing the beast's huge head. "And you know what, sometime later tonight you're going to have the delicious treat of mounting this beautiful girl behind me ... isn't he, Ann?"
"O-Of course ... if he will...."
"Oh, don't worry, he will all right," Nadine said, suddenly hopping to her feet and walking aimlessly toward a window, the roach of her cigarette still in her hand. "He'll take care of both of us a half-dozen times if we want . .
Ann watched the breathtaking naked loveliness of Nadine Sheldon cross the room, her rounded, smooth buttocks jiggling intoxicatingly with her every small step. "What are you doing?" she questioned.
"Just looking ... wondering if Mike came back, or what did happen to him."
"How can you tell?"
"If his car's there, he's there."
"Is it?" Ann questioned.
"No ... but there is a car there," Nadine said slowly, as if in thought. "It's snowing again and ... I can't be sure ... but I think ... I think it's Regher's!"
"So...?" Nadine prodded, getting to her feet and joining the other at the window. "What does that mean?"
"I-I'm not sure ... Unless ... he's down there working on Leslie Sayer ... the way he did me ... Slowly, Nadine turned to face her friend, her dark eyes suddenly assuming an almost wicked glow that surprised the blonde girl. "Just ... just how wild and sadistic do you feel, Darling?"
Ann felt her breath hitch in her throat at the others near-evil tainted tone and the sudden expression of sensual excitement distorting her beautiful face ... while the effects of the drug to her own brain made the frenzied moment contagious....
"As ... as wild as you say!" Ann replied with a gasp of breath.
"Then ... then come on! There's a pistol in Jamey's room...!"
CHAPTER 10
Leslie tossed her head and whined throatily in her emotional torment and unprecedented libidinous craving, a stimulating shock playing along the smooth, exposed flesh of her legs, and she twitched and squirmed her buttocks down into the softness of the couch, her whimpers changing into an incessant, helpless series of groans as Vic Regher's fingers taunted the sensitive slit between her thighs, gently thrusting and probing into it, parting the silken, blonde pubic hair and making a sudden electrifying contact with the tiny throbbing plexus from the undesired passion that had swept over her, saturating her whole being, and she chewed at her lips to hold back the moan of sheer delectation mounting ecstatically in her breast.
Oh ... Oh ... it was so wicked and evil ... terribly, terribly wrong! Oohhh ... she had to stop him from doing these forbidden, lascivious things to her ... while there was still time ... before she was completely lost! Dear God ... but how? How? Oh, Mike, Mike, why don't you come...? Ooohhh ...!
And then, momentarily, she tried to struggle against him, but he held her as if she were a child, snickering triumphantly down into her tormented, beautiful face, until now she relaxed her struggling, the incredible horror of her complete helplessness ... of the entire abominable situation slowly but indelibly impressing itself upon her mind. Dear God! She was hopelessly trapped! There was nothing she could do but lie there in defenseless subjugation while this demented man lewdly felt of, and explored her soft secret body at will ... taking any and all indecent liberties with her that he pleased. There was absolutely no way she could stop him ... and even if she could, she would lose in the end, for her Michael would suffer ...!
Oh ... oohhhh ... if only she could cry, vent herself some way of the vile repugnance she felt for herself at that very moment ... for in all shame, she knew that her betraying body was reacting with unwanted desire to the maddening play of his fingers in her vagina, her hips actually responding of their own volition in rhythm to his tantalizing ministrations in the moist, aroused split between her legs.
"Now ... that's it, Evie," he hissed at her. "That's better ... don't try to frighten me. Enjoy it, Baby ... like that ... You see? Your tight little cunt is getting nice and wet ... and pretty soon you're going to beg me to fuck you ... now, aren't you, Honey?
Leslie couldn't catch her breath. She tried to speak but her words stuck in her throat, the sensual shock of his thick fingers teasing around her quivering clitoris causing her to writhe her buttocks down into the cushion in an effort to escape the frenzied spasms coursing over her soft, vibrant flesh.
"Oh ... oh, she moaned helplessly while he continued his clitoral abuse, at last, pausing-to draw an answer from her.
"Well ... am I right, Baby? You want me to fuck you, eh?"
"Oh ... yes ... yes ... Anything you say ... only ... don't hurt me. Please, don't hurt me...?" she begged, breathless from his assault, her lovely face a grimace and subjugation.
"I won't hurt you, Evie. Just fuck ... fuck hard and good, eh?"
Again, the sound of the lewd, obscene word caused her to react inwardly, but oddly enough it was with a sense of strange excitement as he uttered it and she rolled her face away from him. "Yes ... oh, yesss ... I'll try...." she whimpered between clenched teeth.
Vic Regher gloatingly moved up over her, forcing her face back to him with the cold hard lump of his artificial hand behind her head. He kissed her wetly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth while his thick long finger began to teasingly massage her cunt once more.
Leslie groaned beneath him, fighting to keep control of what mental facilities she still possessed as the convulsive little twinges of delight began to race involuntarily through her loins and belly again.
"Let's get our clothes off, Baby," he whispered. "Help me ... sit up...."
She didn't struggle, only closed her eyes when he raised her up, refusing to think unless she scream out in pure fright, assisting him subconsciously to strip her; then, she felt the cool rush of air against her throbbing breasts with their hard, distended pink nipples as they became completely exposed to him ... and his sharp intake of breath, his big hand clutching them hotly ... kneading, squeezing, rolling the nipples painfully between his fingers, until finally his warm, wet mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and worrying the tiny nipple maddeningly ... and then the other in the same manner, the long wet tongue at last trailing down through the deep narrow vale that separated them ... her stomach muscles tensing as it slithered down her, dipping momentarily into her navel ... taunting it while his hand continued to caress and stroke her aching breasts ... and then his hand left them, and he was pressing her thighs apart....
Once more, she felt a cool gush of air, but this time to brush against her warm, damp thighs and loins ... still refusing to allow herself a single thought ... her eyes clenched securely shut, she felt the pressure on the couch while he raised to his knees and she could hear him undressing.
Oh God ... dear God in heaven! What's going to happen to me? I'll never be able to look Mike in the face again! I'm lost ... lost forever ...!
For a long time, but she couldn't reason how long, she lay there in the darkness of her mind, lost in the torment of her thoughts ... until his voice reached her: "Come on, Evie baby ... open those beautiful eyes and see if it still looks the same to you, eh?"
She did, agonizingly ... and she saw him kneeling erect between her legs that he had forcibly and obscenely spread open to him, completely naked now, his misshapen face twisted in a lewd grin, and she let her eyes trail downward over his muscularly powerful torso to the thick, hardened penis standing out from his lean loins. Her eyes began to widen in mounting revulsion and fear-stricken disbelief, while his licentious smirk broadened and his one hand lustfully stroked the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard, blood engorged head.
"Remember it, Baby? A beauty, eh? he taunted proudly. "Think it'll still fill that luscious cunt of yours?"
But Leslie hardly heard his vile words; she was more shocked with the fact that he had removed his artificial hand and the stump of his wrist caused a greater fear to sweep over her ... that, and the sight of his huge, vile organ, icing her inside to the point of almost destroying any erotic sensations that had possessed her. Yet, she couldn't help but gape at the massiveness of his member ... its length and thickness causing her to stare in awe ... while the sight of her own naked, obscenely spread-open thighs filled her with miserable, degrading shame as once more the helplessness of her situation dwelt in her fogged brain; then, it further registered that he was sadistically enjoying this almost brutal debauchery he was subjecting her to, the cruel gleam in his eyes bordering on insanity.
Still, she stared, her eyes seemingly fixed on the inhuman-sized, fleshy instrument he was still holding and stroking in his one good hand. It's thickness was terrorizing! Good God...! No woman could take it! It would rip her ... split her open! There was no question ... she could never take it! Never in God's world!
He laughed obscenely. Bigger than you remembered, eh, Evie? Bigger than any you've had since I've been away, right?" he leered. "So ... maybe you'd like to play with it a little while ... suck on it or something ... or would you rather have it rammed right up into that hot little belly of yours?"
Leslie tore her eyes away from the massive penis, rolling her head to one side as he continued to torment her through his divided personality, watching with salacious delight the horrified expression of fear that she knew was contorting her face.
Once more, she prayed that tears would dribble from her eyes to help relieve the choking ball of agony in her throat, but to no avail ... just as she knew that it would be useless to appeal to this brutal schizophrenic. She had to steel her senses for what she knew was to come, and she hardly heard his vile utterances and filthy implications any longer; her brain was too occupied with the hopelessness of her position and the horrifying dread of knowing that there was no escape; she must endure his assault, for certainly he was going to rape her defenseless, cringing body, no matter how much she begged him not to. There was nowhere to turn; she was utterly alone and completely subject to his ruthless, demented lust. Dear God, why? Oh, why did this have to happen to me? What did I ever do except marry Michael, the man I love?
He dropped his weight upon her then, forcing the breath from her soft, white body with a gasp, the hardness of his thick, pulsating cock crushing into the tender flesh of her belly, his huge hand once more squeezing her full firm breasts so viciously that she cried out with the pain, then, the stump of his wrist was taunting the nipple of the other resilient mound and the abominable sight causing greater fear to ripple through her tortured mind. Suddenly, his mouth was smothering hers, his tongue plunging deep into her throat in his mounting lust.
"You fucking cunt!" he hissed, jerking his head up to glare at her. "I'm going to make you beg me to fuck you before I'm finished. You'd never be happy with that hood, Sayer, again when I'm done with you, Lady," he spat, the realistic portion of his brain taking command momentarily. "Yeah ... you're going to beg me to bury my cock in that snobbish little cunt hole of yours ... so fucking deep up your cunt that you'll taste it! Damn your stuck-up ass!"
Leslie said nothing, only tried to deafen her ears to his foul abuse. Dear God, he wasn't really to blame! He was sick! Sick! And then, the was moving down her body ... slithering downward ... down ... down ... until his face was even with her loins, mere inches above them, and the pungent shock of what he intended to do caused her to recoil in utter horror.
"Wh-What are you...? My God! No! Oh no ... no, please! You can't ... not that! Stop, you can't!" she half screamed as he placed his one palm and the stub of his wrist against the soft inner sides of her thighs, pressing them apart even more open to his lust-inflamed eyes. She moaned aloud, raising her head to stare down between her erect, upthrust breasts and see him poised between her widespread legs. "Oh ... oh no, please ... I beg you ... don't do that to me...."
Wedged strategically between the soft white thighs, their warm inner flesh pressing against him, Vic Regher gazed greedily at the tight pink slit fringed enticingly with its gossamer, golden hair, eyeing the two tiny glistening pearls of moisture that dampened the little tongue-like pink petals peeking out at him from the thin, vertical mouth; and as she lay seemingly rooted to the cushion beneath her, eyes pleading, humiliation nearly complete, she watched petrified as with deliberately slow and decisive movements he placed his thumb and adept stump delicately on the sensitive, fleshy lips of her cunt, spreading the soft, blonde pubic curls as the flanges parted almost glutinously, flowering open the moist, coral flesh to his desire-filled sight.
In utter degradation, Leslie felt the hot wisps of his rapid breathing taunt her sensitive vaginal flesh and she moaned in shame, her head still upright, her eyes almost refusing to acknowledge the lewd scene they were beholding. Then, abruptly, her own breath near choked her as she watched his face lower into the vee of her naked vaginal slit ... and felt the full length of his long, hot tongue slip, wetly up into her shocked and quivering pussy.
Her lovely, soft, naked body recoiled through reflex, jerking convulsively, a loud whimper bursting from her lungs while her buttocks ground vainly downward in her useless effort to evade the perverted outrage he was committing upon her defenseless genitals. Her stomach lurched and churned in spasmodic confusion and she moaned loathingly while his tongue slithered in and out of her hopelessly exposed cunt in warped animal-like frenzy.
"Ooooohhhh ... ooohhhhh ... stop ... don't ... please ... oohhhhh!" She groaned incessantly in her debased degradation, her head beginning to flail from side to side, negatively as she held it raised in humiliated, shameful horror, gaping in disbelief at his obscene aggression down between her widespread thighs. It wasn't happening! It couldn't be! A horrible and lewd nightmare ... that was all! She tried to reason it away, but his tongue reassured her as it raced in a liquid torrent up into her unwanting ... yet, rapidly dilating cunt.
"Ooohhh ... God ... God ... stop! My God ... you can't do this to me! Please ... please ... stop it!" she hissed between clenched teeth in her defilement, while at the same time, unwanted, tiny spasms of lewd delight were coming alive within her whole being from his demented and depraved tonguing of her moist, palpitating cuntal slit.
Then, his one hand moved caressingly up over her belly to the pulsating, firm flesh of one hard-nippled breast, cupping and tormenting it with sadistic delight while his mouth and tongue sucked and thrust into the widespread split of her loins with wet, obscene sounds that filled the living room, and she realized that his dull-grey eyes were locked in twisted pleasure on her abased, humiliated face, until suddenly it struck her that he was waiting for complete and total destruction to his lurid destruction of her pride and morals, as well as her traitorous body. He would settle for nothing else!
Damn him! she thought. No! No! Never! And she clenched her small hands into fists, her arms clinging helplessly and tight against her sides, her whole fervent body forcibly endeavoring to temper itself against the vile abuse he was compelling her to endure. She had to fight him ... had to! Mike! Mike! Where are you, my darling? Please ... please help me? But even as she waged the feeble attempt, in the back of her brain she knew it was useless; she was ensnared! There was absolutely nothing she could do ... Lust was rapidly overcoming her....
Oh God ... God ... God! Wildly, her brain raced in its struggle against his obscene attack, while he continued to suck and lick insanely at the damp, hairline slit between her open legs, and she fought desperately to keep her wits from melting into the hot, liquid ravishment that was creeping up from her loins to completely engulf her, its delight telegraphing unbelievable, enraptured sensations in maddening excitement through every tiny vein, muscle and sinew of her subjugated body.
Vic Regher's brain functioned madly, but sometimes there were seconds when he wasn't quite sure that he was with Evie. Of course, he was. And she was glad to see him as he knew she would be ... going right out of her mind with his tongue buried in her cunt ... like always ... Christ, how many times had he dreamed of it, sitting in a hole ... those fucking reds waiting for night to scream down on them ... forty below zero ... and a hard-on from thinking of her ... his Evie...? Godamn! It was beautiful ... being with her ... and that Sayer bastard would pay. Shit yes! He had his wife here, didn't he? Licking her cunt and driving her right out of her mind? He'd fuck her in a minute ... eh, Evie?
Damn! What a godamned gorgeous Nordic bitch she was! He raised his glazed eyes to fix them on her beautiful, contorted face as he unceasingly kept up his wild tongue-thrusts into her tight vagina. He read the completely subjected expression on her face with ruthless enjoyment. Shit, it was beautiful ... the way she was trying to fight it ... that was what made it good. Fight it, stuck-up cunt! Fight it! That'll make it all the better when you collapse ... won't it, Evie darling? Eh...? Won't it?
Then, his lips probed and explored until he found the erectile, pulsating button of her clitoris. He heard her gasping moan of agonized pleasure as he sucked the tiny, pulsating nub between his teeth, and clutching it tightly, laved his tongue over and around it in a series of rapidly increasing circles, until eventually he opened his lust-hungry mouth wider and sent his tongue downward, back through the velvety, moistened slit to the hot, throbbing opening of her vaginal channel.
Leslie realized that she could hardly, if any longer, control herself at all. Whatever it was he had put into her drink had completely disarmed her, and the erotic sensations had reached beyond her physical, or mental, powers of counteraction. She had become overwhelmingly enraptured with his vile, lust-filled tonguing of her cunt ... unwantingly so in the beginning, but surely lost to its satanic delight now. Her own brain had become a turmoil, and her feeble power to fight had so diminished that it was hardly even a memory. She found herself flailing her head wantonly from side to side as he orally fucked her, lashing and plunging his long hot tongue up into her receptive and now clasping vagina, while she listened as if from another world to her own mewling and whimpering sounds, while he continued to swirl and thrust his tongue into the warm velvety confines of her moist, passion-charged cunt.
Abruptly, then, he was raising her legs high, slipping his arms beneath them until they were wedged underneath her thighs, pressing them relentlessly up until they draped over his broad shoulders, then he maneuvered his hand and stubbed wrist skillfully beneath the quivering orbs of her buttocks, hauling them up to his mouth with captive authority.
Leslie's whimpers of ungovernable, if, involuntarily pleasure filled the room as he burrowed his hot tongue deeper and deeper into the simmering fluid depths between her thighs. She tossed about jerkily beneath him and he watched her hands fight a losing battle with one another ... until suddenly they were clenching at his hair in desperation, lewdly struggling to press him further and further into her loins.
Her whimpers became moans, then outright cries of rapture as he continued to plunge his tongue deep into the searing, pleasurable depths of her delighted cunt.
What little control she had managed to exercise had disappeared, Leslie realized. Now her buttocks were jerking and convulsing of their own accord beneath his thrusting tongue that was shooting erotic jolts of never before known sensation through her unfulfilled body. And then ... and then ... she felt his tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the secret, tiny, puckered little hole of her anus! She wanted to scream ... but instead, she moaned in erotic bliss at the sudden, wet, seething contact of his pleasure giving tongue with the forbidden, sensitive opening. She closed her eyes and licked at her lips in sensual enchantment.
"Oh ... oooohhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh," she chanted ecstatically. "Y-You ... you filthy ... filthy man ... ooohhh ... no...." she moaned, even as she rolled her hips and tried to screw her tormented rectum back up onto his stiff probing tongue.
Vic Regher couldn't contain his lewd laughter, and she opened her eyes wide as he thrust against the snug, rubbery opening, raising gooseflesh on her quivering belly and heaving breasts.
"Oh ... ooohhh ... my God!" she coughed, dropping her head back and letting it flail from side to side, her helplessness and debasement still actively strong within her, even as her buttocks jerked and writhed at the delicious sensations racing wildly through her whole being. "Oooohhh...." she gasped further, again raising her head to gape down at his evil, distorted face.
"Please ... oh please stop ... Don't ... don't...." she begged, the horrifying realization dawning upon her that the words tumbling from her lips were false ... for she did not want him to stop!
And he licked on at her open wet loins while her soft white body trembled and spasmed uncontrollably beneath the overpowering assault at the raw nerve ends of her pulsating cunt; her clenched teeth, fists and determination could no longer do anything to hold back the wanton throes of sensual bliss that had seized complete domination over her. There was no fight left in her ... he was bringing her intense rapture the likes of which she had never before dreamed! Her voluptuous, sensitive body had secretly cried out too long for fulfillment!
"Oooohhh ... Ooohhhh, dear God! Y-Yes ... Yes...! Do it ... do it! Lick my cunt! Suck it ... please ... do things to me ... ooohhhh!" she moaned lewdly, her shamelessly aroused flesh quivering and twitching beneath his long, hot tongue. She raised her hips to him, her wet, squirming loins submitting in complete servitude. Her hands clutched at his hair as she cried out from the very depths of her soul, all else but the bliss of the moment finally obliterated from her mind as she tried to pull his face in tighter to the throbbing, wide-spread hole between her legs while the near-insane delight of lust-filled enchantment captured complete charge over her.
"Godamn, you hot little bitch!" Vic Regher rasped, raising up suddenly, while Leslie looked dazedly upward into his leering ugly face from where she lay beneath him, stripped, naked and helpless in her degrading, obscene position. "It's fucking time now, Evie ... time to stuff that luscious cunt of yours with this throbbing prick of mine, eh? Yeah, Baby ... you're going to get the fucking of your life!:
Reality was slowly creeping back over her, but she couldn't move; it was almost as if she were hypnotized, with her thighs raised and spread wide apart to him, her swollen breasts heaving as she breathed in short gasping breaths and her belly quivered and cringed while her eyes locked upon his long, thick cock spearing out from his hairy loins angrily.
And then, he was crawling up over her and she started to plead once more, but before she could get the words out, another voice ... a feminine voice said:
"That's far enough, Mr. Regher! Now, get off her before I blow another hole in your ass!"
... To which, a second female sound of laughter reached her, accompanied by a fierce animal growl. Vic Regher swore aloud violently, fumbling to get off her ... and she saw Nadine Sheldon in fur coat and snow-covered boots along with another blonde girl that she didn't recognize and the dog, Sir Launcelot ... all standing there in her living room, as if they had materialized out of nowhere!
"You little cunt!" Regher snarled at Nadine, taking a step toward her but suddenly changing his mind.
Leslie saw the pistol in her small hand then, along with the almost sadistic little smirk on her lovely face.
"That's better you bastard!" snapped Nadine and Ann Trent tittered once more. "There's nothing I'd enjoy more than putting a bullet right in your crotch, damn you! Now ... just get down on the floor and lie flat on your face with your arms behind you . .
Leslie could hardly believe her eyes, and for one brief moment she thought she might cry, she was that happy. Yet, in her shocked surprise she had not moved one muscle, only remained in her obscenely spread-open position with her legs drawn up to her chest as if frozen there, for it had all happened so fast that her drugged brain could barely comprehend its meaning ... and then, she saw that the massive animal had moved forward and raised up with its forepaws on the davenport, its great head between her legs, and a new shudder of horror and shame rippled through her.
In utter fear, Leslie started to lower her legs and roll from the couch, but when she saw the huge boxer bare his vicious teeth and heard him growl his warning, she dare not move, only continued to lie there with her thighs still spread and knees drawn up to her breasts, while the beast lowered his head and began sniffing at her saliva moistened vagina, his short tail wagging, his haunches beginning to tremble noticeably.
"Oh! Oh my God! Help me! Somebody, help me, please...?" Leslie whimpered in cringing terror.
CHAPTER 11
Pot had always brought with it a feeling of sadistic craving to her, just as she had told Ann earlier, but Nadine could never remember it being quite so strong as it was at that moment. Perhaps, it was because she had hit the weed heavier than usual that night, feeling as low as she had been before Ann arrived, but whatever had caused it was unimportant, only that its sensation was delicious, and now as she stood there looking down, watching her beautiful blonde girl friend truss Vic Regher up tightly with the length of rope they had brought, she began to unbutton her coat, anxious to remove it and get back to the pleasant nakedness both she and Ann had been enjoying when they decided on this lark.
"You little bitch! You'll pay for this damn you!" Regher snarled as Ann rolled him onto his back with his arms laced securely behind him, his ankles bound tightly together. Wickedly, he glared up at the long-haired brunette who, while his dull-grey eyes spewed their venom, shed her coat and boots to reveal her complete lovely nudity. Then, Ann Trent did the same, she too, surprising him with the fact that she wore nothing beneath the coat. "You ... you filthy little sluts!" he hissed, and although his prick had lost its rigidity in the rapid demoralizing events that had taken place, it began to lengthen once more at the sight of the two voluptuous teenagers standing spread-legged above him, their firm, erect breasts jutting forth in the proudness of youth, their tight, enticing little pussies causing his lecherous brain to begin a maddening whirl of lustful thoughts and visions over which he had no control.
"Isn't he pretty?" Nadine taunted, taking a step forward and with the sole of her dainty foot she began to massage his growing organ. "Ever see one like that, Ann?"
"M-My Lord, it's big!" the blonde girl replied, staring down at it in awe. '
"Yes ... isn't it. You know ... he made me suck it," Nadine muttered, almost as if she were pleasurably talking to herself, while she continued to stroke his massive prick into hardness with the sole of her soft, tiny foot, and the ugly man beneath her began to grunt carnally.
"My God! Please? Will someone help me?" Leslie moaned on the couch. "Call this brute off me! Please ... hurry!"
The girls turned in the direction of the distressed voice almost in unison, a near vacant expression covering each of their young pretty faces. Nadine's was first to assume the amused countenance as the reason for Leslie Sayer's fear-filled cries slowly registered in her befogged him. Her darling Lonny had evidently been seduced by the intriguing sight of the flaxen-haired girl's exposed genitals and she couldn't contain herself from laughing aloud.
"Well, well ... Mrs. Sayer," Nadine said finally. "You did seem to be enjoying yourself when we came in ... and it seems that Lonny, lover that he is, doesn't want to deny you an erotic and fulfilling finale."
Ann Trent laughed then, not only at her friend's words, but at the lascivious sight before them, a spectacle that also struck her as being quite humorous. The powerful dog was sniffing at the beautiful woman's naked vagina as if she were a bitch in heat! And the woman ... Leslie, Nadine had called her ... she was moaning in near terror as the brute's cold nose suddenly rubbed wetly against her tiny cringing anus.
"My God! Please, Nadine! Call him off me, I beg you!" Leslie pleaded in her horror.
"You see?" said Nadine, turning toward Ann Trent. "I told you he had a preference for fair-haired girls. The wonderful old lecher...." Leslie, in her shocked, cringing terror, couldn't believe what was taking place. Dear God, the two of them were standing there naked, their faces actually twisted in glazed lust, watching the vile, abominable things this horrible beast was doing to her, with obviously no intentions of helping her at all! Mother of Christ! What was happening? Had the whole world gone insane?
She jerked spasmodically then, hardly daring to realize that the animal's tongue had snaked out to lick wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her snug little rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.
"Oh God ... Oooohhh!" she whined aloud, then, momentarily decided to try and squirm away, but the powerful animal raised his head, growling menacingly as he began to lap with greed at the narrow pink slit between her thighs.
He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly closed little anus up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the tiny still erect bud of her clitoris. His thick tongue spread through the soft, fleece-sprinkled flesh like a warm knife through butter. It laved relentlessly between her widespread legs, pausing only sporadically to lunge in a curl deeply into her vaginal passage. She spasmed convulsively as she writhed helpless in under the dominating beast's tongue, all of the wild sensations she had known only a short interval before being quickly revived to sweep ungovernably over her once more.
And then, all of a sudden, her fear became a secondary emotion within her, sensual pleasure racing to the forefront! God ... oh God! She didn't care anymore! It ... it was too wonderful ... to beautiful to ignore or fight against! Soft mewls of delight erupted from her and suddenly, she found herself placing her hands on the massive dog's ears bravely, and with a deep animalistic groan of her own, kicking her legs back further over her head, pulling his nose forward into her moist, throbbing vagina.
His great tongue shot up the velvety channel to depths that Vic Regher had never reached, ravishing her upthrust crotch mercilessly, and she couldn't hold back the babbling whines of licentious delight that streamed crazily from her lips.
* * *
Ann Trent could hardly believe the spontaneous overwhelming rapture that had suddenly swept over Leslie Sayer. She stared jealously at the lovely girl who was openly giving herself to the huge dog's magnificent lovemaking. Her own flat little belly quivered and tingles of excitement were racing through her from her feverish pussy to her palpitating breasts at the salacious sight taking place before her. Then, she spoke, not trying to control her feelings.
"Damn, I wanted him, Nade," she said poutingly. "You promised me...."
"Oh, my precious," Nadine replied, turning to face the enchanting blonde. "I'm sorry, baby but it wasn't intentional, you know," she said, their eyes meeting in a warm, mutual exchange of passion.
"God ... I'm so hot...." Ann whimpered, moving toward the other whose arms automatically opened to draw her close.
Tenderly, Nadine's hand caressed the other's cheek with affection, while her dark, almond shaped eyes began to smolder. Ann's lips parted as Nadine drew her closer, her small hand tracing down the line of her cheek to her neck and along the sloping, smooth-skinned shoulder, down to the luscious young blonde's full, enticing breast; then, the exotic raven-haired beauty moved in until their lips met, gently at first, finally with fury. It was the detonator; their arms encircled each other, their bodies crushing tight together, flattening taut breasts, while their bellies began an immediate little undulation along with their thighs and pelvises, their breathing increasing as their tongues met between open lips.
CHAPTER 12
Had Mike Sayer been the slightest bit cautious instead of enraged at the sight of Vic Regher's car parked in front of the bungalow, he would never have announced his presence by pounding up the steps and crashing through the front door. But his sudden decision to return and get straight with Leslie regardless of what happened to him, then to see that bastard's automobile parked in his yard had caused him to throw all caution aside.
As it was, Nadine Sheldon had jumped up, having heard his approach, and was waiting for him behind the door with Jamey's pistol in her hand, her lovely eyes narrowed, her beautiful face twisted in the throes of the drug-induced, carnal spell she was reveling in.
Mike was unaware of her position behind him, even after he'd slammed the door, for the unbelievable sight taking place in the room before him demanded the fullest extent of his faculties.
Jesus Christ! There was Regher on the floor, naked, and bound hand and foot, his prick standing rock-hard erect like a flagpole ... and the blonde, Ann Trent, without a fucking stitch on ... poised on her knees watching ... watching his Leslie, her naked crotch completely exposed to Nadine's dog that was ... was ... Christ Almighty! The fucking hound was licking her cunt and Les looked as if she was going out of her mind! Or ... or was it he that was blowing his head...?
"What the hell is happening here?" he charged, taking a quick step forward as if to leap on the back of Sir Launcelot.
"Don't Darling!" Nadine ordered, causing Mike to wheel around and see her standing behind him, as naked as the rest, but with a menacing little pistol in her small hand. "I don't think Lonny would appreciate being interfered with right now ... nor your wife either for that matter."
"What the...? Are you nuts?" Mike gasped in half-confused shock. "Either you call that godamned mutt off her, or I'll...!"
"Darling!" Nadine interrupted him, her lovely face spreading in a salacious smile. "You're not going to do anything ... only join our little orgy ... and maybe, we'll just take up where we left off this afternoon. God, you were so beautiful with your stiff, handsome cock ... I want to see it again, Lover ... now! So ... take off your clothes!"
Mike gawked at her in stark amazement. Christ, it was absolutely incredulous! Either she had flipped or she was higher than a bird on something ... all of them were ... and maybe he wasn't so far from being right at that ... the looks on their faces ... Leslie whimpered then, and he swung around to see Sir Launcelot raise his great head from her wildly throbbing vagina and begin to nudge at her with his nose, as if he were trying to roll her onto her stomach....
"Turn over! Turn over!" Ann Trent ordered. "He wants you over. Get down on the floor! Hurry...!" she was instructing excitedly, and to Mike's astonishment, Leslie was complying like some trained, drugged slave, the expression on her beautiful Nordic face a loose wantonness the likes of which he had never seen before. "Like that, like that!" exclaimed Ann Trent. "Raise your ass high!" And Leslie did, onto her knees as commanded, moaning passionately as she lifted her lovely buttocks into the air.
Mike gulped aloud, staring in shocked awe while Leslie twisted her rounded white buttocks back toward the animal lasciviously, reaching with her slender white hands back to spread the cheeks of her ass open as if to give the brute full access to her tiny, puckered anus, and his brain whirled wildly when he saw the powerful beast's animal tongue lash wetly up and down through the smooth, hairless crevice, his own prick giving a desperate, unwanted lurch in his pants at the depraved, primeval sight.
"I'm not fooling, Mike darling," Nadine said warningly. "Undress! We're going to have a party ... one great big wild party...!"
"You're out of your mind, Nadine!" Mike snapped at her. "That bastard on the floor will hang you for this! Now ... listen to reason...."
"No! No reason do I want to hear. You were right the first time," she said, laughing carelessly. "I'm out of my mind ... right up on cloud nine, ten, and any number you want ... fuck! Undress, Darling! Don't make me hurt you with this gun ... but I will ... I swear it, if you don't hurry...!"
"Better listen to her, Sayer," Regher sat up from the floor, his ugly face caught in a twisted leer of his own. "The bitch is on grass, and just high enough to put a slug in you." He chuckled then. "I wouldn't want anything like that to happen to you, eh? Not with the plans I've got for you...."
"You bastard!" Mike spat down at him. "If it hadn't been for you none of this would've happened!"
The ugly man sniggered. "It was worth it, Sayer. That little wife of yours is a good fuck."
"Y-You sonofabitch!" Mike snarled, making a lunge at the naked bound man.
Nadine fired the small weapon toward the ceiling and its sharp report snapped Mike to his senses as little flakes of plaster flittered down from above his head.
"Darling, you don't listen good at all," she was saying as he turned slowly to face her in her voluptuous nakedness, her lovely head tilted to one side, the little pistol still smoking in her hand. "Now, I'm going to see that you get help ... Ann! Come over here and undress my lover-boy ... but first, you better get the handcuffs out of Mr. Regher's pants-pocket. I don't believe we can trust these big-cocked men to keep their minds on just taking care of us ... so ... we'll have to look after ourselves...."
* * *
"Oohhh ... ooohhhhhh ... Leslie Sayer chanted while Sir Launcelot splayed his long thick tongue hotly through the length of her velvety split from behind. Then, she found herself trying to widen her knees even further in an effort to open the pink gap more to him. His animal tongue thrust up the moist coral furrow, penetrating the deep dilated passageway as it ravished her crotch in unceasing mounting bliss. She moaned gutturally in this never before ecstasy as she twisted her head and with blurred eyes thought she saw her Michael lying naked on the floor, his ankles tied, his arms behind him ... and there was another nude man beside him ... Regher ... yes, it was Regher ... his massive prick towering in the air ... Then ... there were the girls ... Nadine and the blonde ... but they were engaged with each other, stretched out on the floor and Nadine was lying beside and half above her, caressing the lovely girl's full breasts ... but it was all unimportant ... nothing else mattered only the enchanting sensations that were taking place back between her upraised buttocks....
Suddenly, through the haze of her ever increasing passion, Leslie felt Sir Launcelot mount her, his soft furry body crowding in toward her trembling buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips in the manner of a male human. The beast's lashing tongue had rekindled the flame in her loins even more so than Vic Regher's vile ministrations, and as she turned her head she caught the entire reflection of their obscene depravity in the tilted mirror that hung behind the couch; the salacious sight of the great animal mounting the licentiously spread moons of her own soft rounded buttocks, plus the lurid reflection of Nadine and the blonde entangled in lewd lesbian love, sent wildly insane and lascivious sensations of lust-incited rapture racing through her still drug-fogged mind and body.
She saw the image of Launcelot's unbelievable, glistening, coral penis shoot forth from its long fleshy scabbard, wet and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing like a beveled, scarlet length of raw meat in the damp open slit of her cunt, and she felt his strong animal body jerk against her in his effort to penetrate her vagina with the pointed, thickening shaft.
"Help him, damnit! Help him!" Nadine commanded, as both she and Ann lay watching in lewd fascination now, while they caressed each other's breasts fondly; then Ann felt Nadine's gentle hand moving magnetically down between her hot thighs to slip a probing index finger into the split of her crotch smoothly, separating the clasping, lubricated lips of her contracting cunt and sliding easily up into the warm receptive channel.
With an unrestrained moan, Leslie shifted her presented round buttocks in a searching effort to capture the dog's ever-swelling prick, the feral tension within her building toward the mind-shattering stage. Oh God, she wanted the long slippery organ inside her! She had to have it before she went mad with her constantly growing need! She reached back, grasping the wet shaft and causing Launcelot to half-whimper, as she guided the pointed nozzle toward the sucking mouth of her desire-flushed cunt, and immediately he thrust, rammed, and thrust again, spreading her hole open wider and wider as he entombed his long animal cock deep up inside her hot pulsing passage.
Nadine watched in sensuous absorption, gaping as the thick flame-hued cudgel slithered forward with a wet charge until it was sunk to its delicious hilt, knowing the ecstatic delight, while her Lonny's hairy balls swung beneath Leslie Sayer's damp, golden, hair-lined crotch.
"Oh! Oh, my God!" Leslie blurted, her eyes wide and glazed as the beast fucked into her from behind while she stared over at Nadine's finger moving sleekly in and out of the blonde girl's lovely pink cunt. "Oh, oohhh, oooohhhhh," she grunted in heavenly relief while she began to move backwards rhythmically to meet Sir Launcelot's powerful, long strokes plunging deep into the very depths of her belly.
* * *
Mike Sayer discovered that he was holding, then releasing his breath spasmodically, as was Regher who lay secure a few feet away from him, both of them with raised heads and gaping eyes, watching the massive dog bucking frenziedly at his now moaning wife's lovely, trembling buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto the last remaining inches of the still growing shaft of his mighty, glistening prick. And to his sickened amazement, Mike felt his own cock jerk with unwanting lust at the depraved sight of the huge beast romping forward, burrowing his giant rod of animal flesh deep up into the squirming, clasping cunt of his helplessly kneeling Leslie.
"Fuck! I never saw anything like that!" Vic Regher exclaimed. "Look at Evie ... she's coming unglued!"
"Evie...? What the hell are you talking about?" Mike questioned, although hardly realizing what he was saying. "The godamned brute is spreading her open like a pile driver!" he swore, licking at his dry lips, his prick suddenly lurching into a hurting rigidity as he drank in the incredulous bestial sight of his own beloved darling being fucked from behind with the ferocity that only an animal could maintain ... and Christ above, she looked as if she was loving it!
"Listen ... listen to me, Sayer," Regher whispered suddenly. "You know I've got no use for you ... and I'm not going to lie about that. But ... but unless we do something, or at least try to, these doped kids may well kill us...! They're that far out on pot right now ... and who the hell knows what else!"
"I-I hear you, Regher," Mike whispered back, yet unable to take his eyes from the debauched sight of his own Leslie, whom, he loved with all his heart, being ravished by a brutal animal. Christ in heaven! He still couldn't believe it! And never in all the times he had made love to her, had he ever seen such wanton expressions of ecstasy so completely distorting her beautiful face. God, how he loved her! And if they ever came out of this alive, he'd tell her every last detail about himself ... then, fall on his knees and beg her forgiveness ...!
"We've got to make some kind of stab at getting-free," Regher said, cutting Mike's thoughts short. "Start inching toward me and I'll do the same," he whispered. "Maybe, you can get at these knots...."
"Go to hell!" Mike hissed. "Helping you would be no better than giving Satan a hand, damn you. You're a rat, Regher! I don't trust you...!"
"I'll destroy the tape and pictures ... leave you alone, Sayer. I swear I will. Christ, do it for my Evie, if not me...."
"Your Evie? What the hell ... who are you talking about...?"
"Her! Jesus, Sayer, that's my wife that godamned dog is raping! Don't you understand...?"
Mike twisted his neck to stare at the ugly man's confused face. He had only to see his troubled eyes to know that something weird had happened to his mental capacities. Christ, he thought that Leslie was his wife...."Well?" Regher probed? "Will you...?"
"Damn you, listen to me ... see if you trust this!" Regher said angrily. "I know why you came here. You're looking for your sister, Shelly Granger. Hell, don't act so shocked, I know everything about you since the moment you left the orphanage ... and I've got a damn good idea what happened to her ... and why."
"H-How would you know that?" Mike questioned under his breath, watching the other's half-grinning face.
"That ... that's a long story, Sayer ... but Nadine Sheldon's father, Cal Sheldon, had an affair with my wife, Evie ... yeah ... he did ... and I traced her here. He ... he was carrying on with your sister, too, when I hit Parksburg, even though Shelly Granger was shacking with Halo ... Christ, man, there isn't time to go into it all now! You've got to trust me...!"
He didn't know what he was saying; his brain was a mass of confusion, Mike reasoned. Something was wrong with him mentally . .
"Fuck, you fool! If we don't get out of this it isn't going to make a hell of a lot of difference! W-We've got to help Evie there!" he rasped angrily.
It was Nadine who crawled toward them on hands and knees, smiling stupidly, her luscious, full breasts hanging and swinging beautifully with the effort.
'So...?" she questioned, her lovely eyes deeply glazed with the effects of the marijuana. "Just what's all the whispering about?"
She had paused, kneeling back to rest her delightful round full buttocks on her calves beside Mike, and he couldn't help but gape up hungrily at her magnificently thrusting breasts with their marble-like nipples.
"Look, Nadine ... for God's sake, you're only making it worse for yourself this way," Mike said, trying to instill sense in her. "Sooner or later, you'll have to let us go ... or kill us...."
"That's right, Darling," she replied, slowly reaching out her hand to grasp his swollen prick. "And it would certainly be a shame to put an end to such a handsome cock as yours." Mike gasped aloud as her small hand encircled his rigid, now aching shaft. He couldn't help but watch as she began to manipulate the heavy outer foreskin up and down, squeezing gently, drawing the thick prepuce as high as it would go, then downward until the purplish, rubbery head was exposed in all its nakedness, its skinned-back hood tugging and forcing the glans to pulsate, the effort pumping tiny droplets of viscid white fluid from the split at its tip, and as he watched, she bent down, flicked out her tongue and licked them away.
"Shit!" Mike gasped.
Nadine laughed cutely. "Mmmmmmmm," she hummed. "It is a beautiful prick, Darling, and I love it ... but...."
"But what?" Vic Regher snarled.
"Go to hell!" she spat, looking over at the other angrily.
"You killed 'em, didn't you?" Regher accused. "You murdered Shelly Granger because she was fucking your father! Isn't that right, bitch? You saw them in the woods ... saw them naked and fucking like a couple of wild animals ... and you went out of your mind ... or were you high on drugs? Isn't that so, bitch? Isn't it?"
"Godamn you!" Nadine hissed through clenched teeth at him, the blood draining from her face at the memory of her father and Shelly Granger in the woods. Then, she began to crawl toward the ugly faced man. "Oh ... Oh God, how I hate you! You filthy, vile, monster-faced, fuck of a man!"
"But I'm right, aren't I? Aren't I, cunt? You killed Shelly Granger just as you killed my wife! Tell the truth! Now! Didn't you? Didn't you?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Godamn you, yes!" she screamed the lie, only wishing it were true, her mouth hanging loose as she deliberately spread her thighs wild and crawled up over the prostrate man, suddenly clutching at his massively erect cock and grabbing it in both hands; then, as Mike stared in utter disbelief, she took the huge rod of flesh and began to rub its angry looking head into the open, pink moist flesh of her flowering slit, her thighs spread wider still as she straddled him above his crotch, and with a sudden, earth-shattering lunge, she drove her tight cunt down over the ugly spearing lance.
"Aaauuuuuggggghhhhhh!" Mike heard her gasp from the very depths of her soul, while his eyes remained glued on the enormously thick, long cudgel plunging up into the youthful depths of her tight vagina, his mind hardly comprehending the possibility of such an entry.
Good Christ! She'd tear herself apart on his elephantine prick! He'd pulverize her delicate insides! Damn! He had to do something! Regher, too, was out of his mind! Futilely, he struggled, getting to his knees ... but his ankles were tied and he wore Regher's handcuffs, shackling his wrists from behind....
"You murdering little slut!" Regher snarled insanely, thrusting his loins upward brutally, his bloodless lips drawn back from his teeth as he stared through demented, lust-inflamed eyes at the beautiful young girl who was plunging her cunt up and down madly on his stone-hard, expanded prick. Yes ... yes! She'd murdered his Evie ... just as she'd murdered Shelly Granger ... and just as she would kill him unless he killed her first!
"I'll fuck you to death!" Nadine screamed down at him. "I'll pump your balls so dry you'll go mad! And if that doesn't kill you, I'll cut them off! Ooohhhh...! You filthy bastard! Ram me with that big cock! I've got to have it! Deep! Deep! Godamn you, fuck! Fuck...!"
* * *
The effect of the marijuana had driven Ann Trent to a stage she had never before experienced. So far in her young life, sex had been beautiful and fulfilling, with both her Daddy and her brother Donnie, not to mention the wonderful, loving cock of her magnificent Greg Wilcox whom she thought she might one day marry, and once, even her Mom had licked her cunt ... but there was something prodding her this night that she feared she could never satisfy. Her pussy felt as if it were aflame with never before desire, and although she had been fucked in every orifice of her tender young body, she wished beyond reason that there were cocks that could find new openings in her, and that all of them were doing it simultaneously.
Memories of when she had been fucked in triplicate at the same time at Terncliff flooded her and her belly quivered with insatiable desire. She had laid there watching Leslie Sayer's face transformed into a myriad of ecstatic grimaces as Launcelot fucked into her ... watched her until she was certain she couldn't stand it any longer without knowing some relief ... And then, she saw Mike Sayer half-crawling, half rolling toward her. She raised her eyes only briefly to see that Nadine was enjoying herself on that horrible man's horrendous cock. Damn her! She'd deserted her ... left her alone to fend for herself. Well, she could ... she could!
"Listen ... Ann ... Ann? Find the key in Regher's clothes and unlock these handcuffs! Hurry!" Mike said. "Over there, Ann! His clothes are over there...!"
But she hardly heard him. Her eyes were fixed upon his elongated prick that was wobbling like a limber fish pole as he inched his way toward her, and she squirmed around to grasp it.
"Oh ... you darling! It's beautiful! It looks just like Daddy's ... big, long and fat! I want it!" she gasped, scrambling about, pulling at him as if to place him in the proper position while he gaped at the spectacular beauty of her voluptuous body in its efforts, at the same time trying to plead with her to listen to him.
But she didn't! Instead, Mike found himself with his ankles untied and spread apart before his Leslie's face, and Ann Trent was straddled over him with her back to him, her white rounded, beautiful young buttocks poised above his enraged cock! He started to speak but got nowhere. The lovely young blonde had clutched his prick and was working its rubbery head into the tiny, gaping mouth of her asshole!
Mike wanted to struggle, but he couldn't. The very idea of what she was doing was too much for him. The lust derived from the mere sight of her hand manipulating his rock-hard cockhead into the tiny puckered hole of her anus ... manipulating her breathtaking buttocks the way she was ... squirming her tight young asshole down onto his throbbing shaft ... all of it was too much! And then ... she was working her ass with undulated movements down onto his pulsating cock, absorbing it right up into the tight, velvety, constricting depths of her back channel!
"Oh ... ooohhhh ... oooohhhhhh!" she cried aloud in obvious pain-pleasure. "Daddy! Daaddddyyyyyy! Fuck my ass, Darling! Let me lay back ... yes ... yes ... and you fuck my ass, Daddy, darling!"
Mike couldn't cope with what was taking place. He lay back flat with the lovely physical presence of her on top of him, his aching rod thrust to its entirety up the beautiful blonde girl's asshole ... beyond any extracurricular sexual quest he had ever dreamed of ... and he'd had nothing to do with it! Shit! He was going to lose his mind! Even knowing the truth now ... about Shelly ... about Regher ... about the whole fucking world ... he was lost! Fuck, he was lost! His loins were hammering in their desire for release! He might lose his mind! And ... and Leslie! There she was ... Christ almighty, there she was! Getting fucked to death by a dog! She was losing her wits, too! Her face ... his beautiful Leslie ... he loved her ... she was going wild ... oh ... oh, shit ... it was all too much!
* * *
Leslie hung as if suspended on an imaginary level of unbelievable bliss. At first, the vicious invasion had nearly blinded her with the unexpected agony of the massive shaft bursting into her, pushing the velvety, resistant flesh of her tight vaginal passage before it, until in seconds he had thundered it in its entirety inside the warm constricting depths of her channel. And as he continued to piston into the softness of her upthrust buttocks, she could feel his animal balls swing hard in taunting rhythm against the quivering bud of her clitoris. She was impaled to the hilt on his ever growing cock and suddenly reveling masochistically in its bestial possession of her needing cunt.
She breathed a moan from her lust-contorted mouth and she began to move in tempo backward to meet Launcelot's superb, panting thrusts. His forelegs clung to her rounded white hips like powerful furry arms and she undulated her body, rotating her buttocks in lewd, concentric circles, abandoning herself to the ecstatic pleasure of the animal-fucking this beautiful dog was pounding into her from behind. She wished she could see it better ... clearer than the mirror's reflection was affording her ... see it up close as it disappeared inside her, but she had to be content with adding visionary pictures, and the mere thought of their unnatural coupling sent licentious exultation soaring through her maddened aroused body. In the mirror, she saw her large, taut breasts dancing tightly beneath her writhing, perspiring torso, moving in cadence with the delightful, rampaging, animal prick that continued to grow, grow, grow ... ever growing inside her entire cuntal passage to her belly. She visualized it sliding deeper, deeper into the forever stretched mouth of her clasping cunt from behind, a relentless, steaming rod of shimmering flesh lunging into her.
* * *
It dawned upon Ann Trent very suddenly that she was anything but sadistic ... masochistic, yes, but never sadistic. She had never given it thought before, but at that very moment she realized that she was wallowing obscenely in the pleasure of her self-administered subjugation, raising and lowering her wide split young buttocks almost to the tip of Mike Sayer's heavy prick, then thrusting back down to drive the heavy cudgel deep up into her back channel all the way into her warm tingling belly, the blunt intrusion of his swollen cock vibrating through every fibre of her being, pushing the soft, spongy flesh inside of her unbelievably stretched anal passage in great waves of wild pleasurable pain before it, filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the stump of a tree, while with her left hand she reached down between her spread thighs to his bloating, sperm-filled balls to caress and squeeze them. And with the right hand she dipped her fingers into the throbbing golden fleece of her pubic hair, and beyond into the opened tight slit of her moist cunt, feeling it palpitate against their tips. With a groan she sunk one middle finger deep into the viscous dampened mouth. Her breathing came in gasps at the added sensation and she could feel his massive cock through the thin wall separating her vagina and back channel, slipping in and out of her as she raised and lowered her hips. But the fire in her youthful loins increased until her pussy demanded more than the single finger trying to sate its lewd hunger. She inserted another and yet another, cramming them into the moistness of her seething tight vagina in rhythm with Mike's huge prick that she herself was fucking into her delighted anal passage.
Oh ... oohhhh! I'm fucking myself with his wonderful cock driving like a battering ram up my ass ... with my fingers buried in my cunt! And I'm doing it all to myself ... completely and helplessly impaled ... my tits are throbbing like his beautiful balls so bloated and pulsing in my hand ... oh ... oohhhh, it's so wonderful ... wonderful! Daddy ... Daddy ... Daddy!
* * *
In his lifetime many lustful events had taken place, Vic Regher reasoned, and he had been the perpetrator of most, if not all of them, but this was the first time he had ever been raped by a voluptuous teenager ... an exotic lovely filled with vengeance, who obviously hated him and undoubtedly intended to kill him ... once she'd had her fill of his aching, rock-hard cock. And that she was getting as she leered down at him with an unbelievably warped expression on her beautiful young face, clenching her buttocks tight while she rode almost savagely up and down his long, thick rod, and he could feel the lubricating fluids from the vibrant walls of her tight vagina soaking his prick warmly as she swallowed up every fraction of it with a muscularly sucking action that drew painfully at the lining of his balls. Cruelly, she leaned forward, her firm full tits bouncing and thrusting with the motion, and dug her long nails into his muscular breasts, twisting at the tiny nipples, then clawing and raking his chest into raw little furrows until the blood trickled from them.
"You sadistic little bitch!" he spat up at her. "You're going to have to kill me, because if I ever get free...!"
"You won't, damn you!" Nadine hissed down at him through bared teeth. "This is your last fuck, Mr. Regher! You're never going to hurt anyone else! I promise you that! But first ... first, I'm going to drain, squeeze and milk every last drop of sperm from your filthy balls ... like this...!" and she reached back and down between his legs to cup his swollen sac with one small white hand, cupping it, then slowly closing her fingers around it in an ever tightening vise-like grip while simultaneously she pounded her widespread lush white buttocks insanely, driving his massive prick frantically up into her seemingly insatiable cunt.
Regher felt the excruciating pain race through his loins to his belly and he blurted aloud his agony as she ground his testicles against one another fiendishly, the depraved expression of sadomasochistic ecstasy completely transforming the youthful beauty of her face to that of some evil witch out of the dark ages; yet, even in his torment, he couldn't help but raised his head to watch his huge cock push and pull at the pink, ragged lips of the hairlined cunt between her straddling legs, the tiny coral flanges of its inner legs clasping hungrily around his glistening shaft as it disappeared deep up her salaciously clasping young hole.
"L-Listen ... listen, maybe we can make a deal," he tried, straining against his bonds beneath him as he desperately if uselessly tried to free his arms, tears dribbling down his distorted cheeks from the pain she had caused him. "I-I'm the only one who knows about Shelly Granger ... or my wife...."
"Ha! There'll be no deals, Mr. Regher!" Nadine choked, her head beginning to toss back and forth as she felt the mounting pressure in her excited loins begin to build. "No ... no deals ... nothing only this ... right now! Fuck ... fuck, damn you! Fuck or I'll tear your balls right out with my bare hands! Ram me! Harder ... harderrr!"
* * *
In her half-drugged state, Leslie no longer felt human. She was a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be subjugated. She was reveling in the humiliation of being fucked by this splendid panting beast and she ground her buttocks back against his hairy, hammering body like another animal. Never ... never had there ever been anything like this! It was sheer ecstasy ... and ... and there before her lay her Mike, naked, with the lovely blonde girl on her back on top of him, her beautiful white long legs spread wide and drawn back to her full, erect breasts ... so that her golden, hair-lined cunt was completely exposed to her ... and ... and Mike's long, hard cock was shoved right up her asshole ...!
The beautiful girl's tight young pussy looked up at her invitingly, its long pink slit trailing down to her buttocks where Leslie could see Mike's wonderful cock splitting them ... holding them apart ... its thick length buried to the hilt up her obscenely stretched anus, and her husband's heavy balls pulsated before her. Something unbelievably possessive surged through her and she couldn't, had she wanted to, contain herself as she nuzzled her face downward and into the soft, sweet-smelling cunt before her face, while the wild sensations continued race over and permeate her whole lust-filled being. She started her tongue from the tip of Mike's balls, taunting the exposed half-inch of the underside of his prick not yet swallowed into her, through her quivering and open cunt and upward, finally sucking the inner lips and clitoris into her mouth simultaneously.
Ann Trent had never stopped raising her hips and plunging them up and down Mike's plundering cock, and as she continued the action she pressed her moist pussy that had flowered open with her splayed legs against Leslie's wildly sucking mouth. Furiously, Leslie lashed her tongue about the sweet, delicious tasting cunt, her own yet unsated passion mounting and mounting....
* * *
Mike Sayer had given up trying to fathom the basic reason that had set off the whole debauched orgy, or how in God's name he could bring it to an end; he had only to look at the expression of wantonness on his beloved Leslie's face to know that even if he could, to interfere with the animal fucking she was getting would be to drive her out of her mind. She had to climax, to be truly fulfilled for the first time in her life, or she'd be forever sexually lost ... but Oh God, how he wished it was his cock that was going to bring her that moment of rapture ... And Christ almighty, she was licking Ann Trent's cunt ... going right out of her mind ... just as he himself was losing all control!
He couldn't contain the groans of pleasure escaping him as he felt the warm soft flesh of Ann's flattened, full buttocks pressing tightly against his loins. He thrust upward with her every down stroke, into the tightly puckered, obscenely stretched mouth of her back passage; his eyes locked on his hardened shaft disappearing into the tight, wide-stretched pink oval opening between the twin white mounds of her quivering, self-punished buttocks. He moaned again and watched her raise off from it, gaped with bated breath at the tender coral flesh pulling out with it and then being thrust inside as she slammed her ass down upon his prick once more. His breathing increased, incited by the lewd, lascivious spectacle, and suddenly she began to squirm and writhe upon its lengthy interment in a rolling cadence that made her cunt more available to his Leslie's sucking mouth, and he felt the sudden grumbling in his balls announcing the beginning of the end as his cock-head began to throb violently deep up inside the warm clasping channel of her rectum....
* * *
Ann Trent had watched Leslie Sayer as if hypnotized, her long fingers pummeling her own moist, dilated pussy as the beautiful flaxen-haired girl's husband thrust his long thick cock beautifully up her ass in the same manner that Daddy did, while her eyes remained fixed on Leslie's contorted face, sensually enraptured by the absolutely magnificent fucking Launcelot was rendering her from behind. She watched the Nordic beauty's lovely, taut breasts dancing and swaying beneath her writhing body, keeping tempo with the dog's lust-hardened cock skewering deeper and deeper into her from the rear, a merciless piston of glistening animal flesh sinking to its full depth far up into her soft white belly.
Then, Leslie had lowered her head meaningfully, moving her face downward toward her tingling pussy, and Ann had entwined her fingers in the long silken hair, pressing the beautiful desire-filled face in toward her genitals, immediately feeling Leslie's smooth and hot, wet tongue, of its own volition, begin to lick the moist velvety flesh of her cunt ... the roundness of her soft flesh sucking feverishly at her clitoris ... the length of her tongue darting up into her vagina to slash, swirl and lave ... hot breaths coming in tight gasps against her flushed, sensitive cuntal flesh as she rotated her buttocks and crotch furiously on Mike's impaling cock, just as Leslie was grinding her ass back against the animal shaft fucking wildly into her.
The lewd, erotic sight was more than Ann could bear to watch any longer; her climax was about to erupt inside her from the beautiful mouthing of her cunt that Leslie was administering, along with the ever growing and sodomizing prick that was now pulsing furiously in the depths of her delighted rectum. She threw back her head against Mike's chest, wailing deeply as the bubble burst and waves of pleasure raced through her loins and belly, causing her legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Leslie's lovely head buried hard in her erupting loins.
She heard Mike choke out a gasping oath beneath her and felt his pumping rod begin spewing its white hot load deep up into her bowels in jets of fiery sperm that splashed obscenely around inside her, while Leslie began to utter muffled whimpers. Suddenly, Leslie raised her entranced face and Ann Trent saw her glazed eyes grow round and wide as she began to moan.
"Ooohhh ... oooohhhhhh, my God, I'm ... I'm going to, I think! Some ... something is happening! Yes ... yes! I-I'm going to cum! I am ... God Almighty! I am! Ooooohhhhh ... now ... ooohhh ... I'm cuummiiinnnggg...!" Leslie wailed, until her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head twisting from side to side, her long flaxen hair flailing wildly as she began the first delightful spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth, rounded buttocks back hard onto the thickening, driving animal cock with abandoned frenzy.
Ann could see in the tilted wall mirror the reflection of Sir Launcelot's tongue hanging loosely from the mouth of his great head, panting and dripping its saliva onto the smooth white flesh of Leslie's back while he fucked into the salaciously undulating buttocks with feral fury. Then, Leslie shrieked once more, slamming her ass back against the dog prick with a frantic jerk as simultaneously he thrust forward and his massively swollen cock began to squirt its hot animal sperm up into her belly in long, hard issues. Again, Leslie screamed, and her buttocks began to contract convulsively while both Ann and Mike watched the mirror to see the combination human-animal, thick, white orgasmic liquid nearly explode from the swollen lips of her tight cunt that was still clasping and squeezing Launcelot's long, thick prick, thin rivulets of the sticky, white fluid running down the satiny white columns of her soft inner thighs in gushes....
But it was Vic Regher's vile oaths that caused Mike to crane his neck as his prick deflated in Ann Trent's still hungrily sucking rectum, and he saw the ugly man's twisted face as Nadine continued to ride him like a naked female savage on a saddle less horse. He was obviously in the throes of orgasm; his thrusting, jerking hips and hollowing lean buttocks were the proof, while Nadine was screaming down at him and raking her nails insanely in the hair-covered flesh of his chest.
"No! No! Not yet, damn you! Not yet!" she shrieked. "I'll kill you, damn you! I'll kill you if you cum before I'm ready...!"
And she probably would have if the door hadn't burst open when it did, with Chief David Archer leading the way, three of the officers behind him. But the sad, heart-tugging part was the sight of Nadine Sheldon being dragged off the bloodied probation officer; she had completely lost all sense of reason, becoming a near maniac in her climactic denial....
God almighty, Mike thought sickeningly, the poor, exotic girl ... she'd never be the same again....
CHAPTER 13
The appearance of the police at the bungalow had more than surprised Mike a little bit. But once everyone was finally freed and allowed to dress, Chief Archer explained. Some kids ice skating up on the quarry pond had been frightened half-out of their minds by a girl's face with flaming red hair that had suddenly appeared beneath the surface of the ice, and had called them.
It hadn't been necessary to tell Mike who it was; he knew. It was Shelly, his own lovely, hare-brained sister, and although Chief Archer insisted that he couldn't be sure, it looked as if she'd met with foul play, but he couldn't be certain to what extent. Because of the coldness of the spring-fed pond even in summer, the body was not too badly decomposed, and undoubtedly they would be able to tell more after an autopsy, even though she had been dead some months according to the coroner's preliminary report.
The chief had come to the bungalow to advise him, inasmuch as he was the caretaker of the estate and the pond was part of Jamey's property. What he'd discovered once inside had been a complete surprise. He had knocked several times and when no one answered, had tried the door, certain that he had heard sounds inside, and Mike was thankful that he had.
There was more, two hours of it in fact, while the chief talked to each one of them, individually, with the exception of Nadine who had been taken off raving to a hospital. Naturally, the pictures that Vic Regher had managed were confiscated, but Chief Archer was quick to add that due to what he had found, and deducing what had obviously happened, such material wouldn't mean very much as evidence. Regher, it seemed had been under surveillance for some time; the body of his wife had been discovered in a ravine near a small town in Delaware several months past. She had been murdered, choked to death, but there was no proof that Regher had anything to do with it. There had also been numerous complaints of his taking advantage of parolees and probationers under his jurisdiction ... especially from their wives. On top of that, his army record showed a history of cruelty and mental problems for which he was placed in a service hospital where he spent nine months before being medically discharged. He would be taken care of in the proper manner, with the necessary medical help that he needed.
And then, finally it was over. Mike had been allowed to stay on at the estate, released on his own cognizance.
"I ... I know how it is, Sayer," David Archer said at the door. "Once ... a similar situation happened to me ... and my wife." He walked onto the small porch and Mike followed him. "When do you .expect Halo back from Arizona?"
"Any day now. They should be finished shooting the series," Mike advised.
"We'll have to talk to him," Chief Archer said. "He was in Parksburg at the time of the girl's disappearance ... although, it looks like her death and Cal Sheldon's suicide might be linked someway ... but time will prove that out. I'm sorry, Sayer, her being your sister and all. You'll have to come down tomorrow and make positive identification...."
"I understand," Mike said. Chief...? What'll happen to Ann Trent?"
"Ann...? Nothing," Archer replied without looking at him. "I know her parents ... good people. He's president of Parksburg Paper Mills ... fine family. But ... but I'm going to slap her wrists on this pot business ... see if I can throw a scare into her."
"And ... and Nadine?"
David Archer shrugged, wagging his head sadly. "I don't know. Think she's a little sick, don't you?"
"Maybe ... yes, maybe. I guess she has reason though ... with that old man of hers committing suicide, maybe murdering my sister." David Archer snapped his craggy face in his direction quickly. "We don't know that, Sayer. We can't be sure of anything yet. Regher insists that Nadine confessed that she killed her...."
"I know, but that's ridiculous. I heard all of that, but I don't believe it," Mike said. "Regher was harassing her ... trying to force her to say those things, and she was just wild and high enough to--
"Okay, okay, Sayer," the young handsome police chief waved his hands. That's enough for tonight. Just between you and me, I think you better get back inside and look after that wife of yours. She's a beautiful girl ... reminds me of my wife ... and I think she needs you after what's happened ... if I'm any judge."
"Yeah," Mike replied, remembering that he'd left Leslie sitting on the couch sipping coffee. And ... and thanks, Chief."
Archer nodded. "I'll be contacting you," he said, walking down the steps. Then, he gazed up at the cold, dark heavens. "Looks as if it might be conjuring up a storm ... good bedtime weather...."
* * *
In the warmth of their bed, Mike stretched out his arm and Leslie rolled toward him, snuggling close habitually as he embraced her, still lying on his back in the darkness. He felt her smooth-skinned leg move up over him and her arm encircle his middle. It was the position they always assumed before sleep.
"Mike...?
"...Yes?"
"W-Why ... why didn't you tell me about yourself ... that you had a sister ... about the orphanage and all?" she whispered.
For a moment, he didn't answer. "I ... I was afraid . .-. afraid of losing you, I guess," he said softly, his eyes staring ceilingward in the darkness. "But ... I was wrong, Les ... wrong. You see ... I loved you so much ... so much...."
"Loved? Don't you still love me, Darling?" she probed, partially under her breath.
"L-Love you? Damn, Les, I can't begin...."
"I wouldn't blame you if you didn't! Not after tonight!" She blurted suddenly, and for the first time since he'd known her, Mike thought he felt hot tears dribbling against his breast.
"Hey, Baby ... you're crying!" he said softly.
"Yes ... yes, thank God. Isn't it wonderful?"
"Christ, yes! It is wonderful ... and you were wonderful out there with that godamned hound! Damnit, I was never so friggin' jealous in my life!" he admitted, feeling her shiver against him. "That lousy hound really gave it to you, didn't he? You were right out of your mind...."
"Honest, Darling? Were you jealous?" she questioned, raising her head and he knew she was looking down at him in the darkness.
I-I was never so fucking jealous in my life, if you want to know the truth!" he said, running his hand over her resilient, warm firm breast.
"You ... you know that I did, don't you ... for the first time?"
"Hell, yes! You exploded like an earthquake," said Mike, caressing her breast and tweaking at its hardening nipple.
"It was beautiful, Darling . .
"That wasn't difficult to see," he said, smoothing his other hand down over her warm, lush buttock. "Now, how're you ever going to put up with me?"
"Try me, Lover. Oh ... try me!" she half gasped into his face, her sweet breath near intoxicating him.
"You mean it?" Mike hissed, feeling his prick give a wild start.
"What do you think?"
"I ... I think ... you better suck it, first!" And then, she was kissing him wantonly, his lips, his eyes, his whole face. "Oh ... Oh, Darling ... I thought you'd never ask me," she whispered with her lips brushing his own. "But ... but only on one condition, Lover...? "What's that?"
She tittered lightly, lovingly. "That we keep Sir Launcelot here now that Nadine's gone...." Excitedly, he jerked her down tight against him and felt her lush breasts flattening against his chest, his cock elongating into a swelling hardness as he realized the depths of her words. It was going to be a very, very fulfilling and understanding marriage after all ... he felt certain of it ... Then, he ran his hands down her slightly delineated ribs toward her hips and her round, full enticing buttocks, while he felt her own slipping downward toward his growing shaft, and her tiny, moist warm tongue slid between his lips into his mouth....
