Summer had finally arrived at Diamondback Ridge after a long and wet spring that ran right on through June like it wasn't even there. All the last traces of winter snow had long since disappeared from beneath the virgin-growth pines and firs that crowded the sides and tops of the gentle green peaks here in the Snowbird Mountains. Springtime's pale translucent greens, mingled with the crisp white of thousands of blossoming dogwoods, had given way at last to the hearty rich shades of Appalachian summer.
At the crest of Diamondback Ridge, where it had sat since before the Great Depression, lay the tumble-down shack the Old Man built himself out of scraps and salvage from the sawmill on Timber Creek that folded just about the time the new century was beginning. The Old Man had come first to these hills as a trapper, when he was still young and full of crazy ideas, and the sawmill on Timber Creek was bustling with business. But the mink and fox was soon depleted, and most of the professional trap-line men had already moved far west, some of them even fanning out into the far reaches of the Canadian northland. One by one, all of them had disappeared, leaving the Old Man alone in these forgotten still-wild mountains until a government man showed up in the thirties on a big gray horse to tell him that this area was now government land. Part of the Cherokee National Forest, he had said, and seemed surprised that the Old Man had lived up here alone in these mountains without even being noticed. The Old Man patiently explained that he had never been noticed because he did not want to be noticed, not by the government or anyone else and had dutifully shown the government man the scrap of yellowed paper that said he had bought this piece of mountain free and clear from Jedediah Turnbull on the third of May in 1924. The government man told him then that this could not possibly be a legitimate claim, as the ridge he was squatting on and all the thousands of acres that surrounded it had been deeded to the United States government as a national forest by Turnbull's heirs. But the government man on the gray horse left with a cordial wave of his green hat, and no one ever bothered the Old Man again. The United States Forest Service was content to leave the Old Man in peace back on Diamondback Ridge, as there was no reason to drive him out, and it sort of added to the mystery of the strangely forlorn Snowbird Mountains to have a resident hermit that never seemed to come down from his mountain, even for supplies. And certainly never for conversation.
What the Old Man needed, he took from the land. Venison and small game from the lush Appalachian forests that surrounded him the distance of a three day hike in every direction, mountain rainbow and brook trout from Timber Creek or one of the other streams that frothed down from the mile-high summits of the Snowbird Mountains, vegetables from his tiny garden, and edible herbs and plants from the woods around him. The Old Man's life was a simple one, and well-ordered, his one indulgence being his dog, Rex, the fifth in a long line of canine companions he had brought into his tiny home over the years. Three of the dogs lay buried under neat unpainted crosses behind the wooden shack, the fourth had simply vanished during a hunt and was probably, the Old Man had guessed, killed by a marauding black bear in search of food himself. He called the handsome beast Rex because he wanted the dog to be "king of the mountains", and he often told the animal always to be proud of his name and of himself, as he was a pure-blooded German shepherd, or Alsatian, as the Old Man preferred to call his breed. This was in deference to his Prussian childhood, the lean years in Central Europe before he emigrated with his parents at the end of the last century.
The Old Man received his furry companion as a seven week old puppy from a family of campers spending, their vacation at the Dam Creek campsites over on the Tennessee side of the mountains; he had stumbled on them quite by accident during one of his infrequent hikes, not even being aware that the government had built campsites there, much less that tourists were so close. But the family had proved to be a good one, much like the family the Old Man remembered from his youth, and when they showed him the puppies, he could hardly conceal his enthusiasm. His fourth dog was three months vanished by then, and when the campers offered him one, he could not bring himself to refuse.
Thus it was that Rex came to have a home, the only one he had ever known, just as the Old Man was the only human he really trusted. They used to sit by the campfire, and the Old Man would talk and laugh and tell him that he had outlived four dogs already and would probably outlast a fifth... but the Old Man was gone now, vanished in a late winter snowstorm just like his fourth dog, and Rex had been left alone on Diamondback Ridge these five months to fend for himself.
Only Rex was not alone now. The spring thaws had not brought the return of the Old Man as he had hoped, but instead, the appearance of the stray hunting hound bitch that was now his mate and the mother of his two fine pups. When the Old Man had failed to come back, Rex was driven to foraging for his own food, something he knew well enough instinctively, but he had never been forced to practice it. He learned quickly, though, adapting himself to the ways of the wilderness that surrounded him, teaching himself to catch and kill small game and birds like the predator he had become. And when his mate came on the scene, he taught her as well, and they soon became sufficiently proficient to allow several days of rest and fun between hunting days... and it was during one of these rest days that Rex sired his first offspring. Fathered before the first warm days of spring, they were born before summer was really under way, and now there was again a worthwhile part of Rex's life. Something to ease the pain of the Old Man's disappearance.
Before she became too fat with pups to travel, he and his mate had searched all of the trails that crisscrossed the Snowbird Mountains, most of them worn into the soft mountain earth by the Cherokees who long ago had named these ragged peaks. But there was no sign of the Old Man. Perhaps an avalanche had dragged him down the mountainside. Or maybe he had simply died of his many years and been buried under the heavy snow. Rex and his bitch had seen no other humans during their search for the Old Man, and still this brave dog of the Snowbirds knew nothing of people and their ways, except what the Old Man had taught him. His master was a kind and loving man, too full of love and compassion to live in the cruel world of human beings. His teachings had been much the same, kindness and consideration for every living thing in the forest. Nothing the Old Man had taught him during his five years on Diamondback Ridge could have prepared him for the senseless blood-letting he was soon to experience. Rex was about to learn the harsher side of the human's world... and this warm, loving dog of the mountains, gamboling about in the summer sun with his pups, would find that inside his husky chest beat the heart of a vengeful killer!
CHAPTER TWO
"Well, I say we camp here! It's far enough back in the woods for me. We've been hiking all day and I don't feel like moving another foot!" Carol Johnson was confident the other girls would listen to her; they usually did, and after all, it was her car that they had driven up to Grandview in. They had left the car, a brand-new Fiat roadster that was a gift from her father, parked at a general store, and amid much vocal speculation from the local fence-sitting gentry, had embarked on this backpacking trip the three of them had planned all semester long down east at the university.
Carol was a sophomore, Sarah Carter and Alice Bonner both freshmen, but all of them were from the same hometown, Johnsonville, named for Carol's grandfather who founded the Johnson Furniture Company, the town's sole industry and majority employer. Sarah and Alice's fathers both worked in executive positions for Bob Johnson III, her father, and though neither of them would have admitted it, they usually went along with what she suggested. Carol was perhaps a bit spoiled, being the richest girl in a town the size of Johnsonville, but they usually deferred to his wishes, much in the manner that junior officers' wives always nod approvingly when senior officers' wives have the floor in military towns.
Johnsonville was, in its own way, very much a military town, with Bob Johnson the undisputed commanding officer. Carol was a fine-looking young lady, with a lot of her father's fiery spirit, and was known far and wide for her sporting achievements; a fine horsewoman and tennis player, she was also a champion golfer. Only in academic excellence did she fall behind, but with the Johnson fortune behind her, even the university had been known to bend a few rules. After all, what was a grade-point here or there when the Johnson endowment fund was at stake?
Sarah and Alice knew it was best not to argue -- once Carol had set her mind to something, nothing short of divine intervention would deter her. Grudgingly, they took off their backpacks and began to look for the best spots to erect their two tiny lightweight tents. They had planned to continue on to Timber Creek before making camp, following the carefully worked-out trail they had marked on their Forest Service maps, but if Carol wanted to camp here, then here it would be. It was hardly the best spot for making camp, but at least it was an elevated sight, with a beautiful view of fifty-five hundred foot Haw Knob in the hazy distance and the even more lovely Great Smokies in the faraway mist that settled over the lush green mountain tops like a sheer bridal veil. The air was still and rapidly cooling as the afternoon sun edged toward the horizon, and heavy with the perfumed scent of mountain foliage.
"Where do you think we should put the tents, Carol?" Sarah asked. It was better to hear Miss Johnson's opinion now, before they began pitching the tents, than to have to accede to a last-minute change later.
"Oh, anywhere, really... I think I'll look around a bit. I hear a stream down in that ravine. There might be time for a bath before it gets dark... God, I'm so filthy!"
"Okay, Carol, but be careful, will you? We don't want to have to carry you out of here on our backs. Alice and I will put up the tents while you scout the area." Sarah was fond of using words like that; it made the backpacking trip a bit more of an adventure. Of course, they were pretty much on their own, though civilization was only ten or twenty miles away, depending on which way you walked. Still, it might take days or even weeks for the Forest Service to find them if they failed to show up back at Grandview.
"Oh, would you really do that? Thanks a hunch, girls... I'll try to hurry and lend a hand with dinner." And with that, the tall, slender blonde was off, half-walking, half-sliding down the side of the heavily forested bank in search of a cool, refreshing bath.
Alice shook her hair and brushed her shorter blonde hair from her eyes. "Jesus, you'd think this was a safari and we were just along as bearers!"
"Oh, Alice, you shouldn't talk that way... Carol can't help being the way she is. You should know that by now. And besides, we agreed she should come along. You didn't have to say yes if you didn't want her."
"Sure, you're right. I guess I'm just a little tired and edgy... I still think we should have invited some guys along. It would sure make the camping a lot more interesting!"
"Alice! We have said all there is to say about that! You know it wouldn't have worked... I mean, with boys it just wouldn't be the same."
"You can say that again!"
"Alice, honestly! Is that all you ever think about? I mean, there are other things in life, you know."
"Name one!"
"Oh, I give up! Talking to you is like arguing with a stone wall. You're just boy-crazy, Alice Bonner... boy-crazy!"
They were both rummaging through their backpacks now and trying to work, the kinks out of their shoulders from the unaccustomed load. "You're just jealous, Sarah," the blonde girl said teasingly. "You'll find out what I mean. Just as soon as somebody gets into those hot little pants of yours, you'll change your tune."
"Alice!" retorted Sarah indignantly. "Just because I'm still a virgin is no reason for you to needle me! There's absolutely nothing strange about wanting to wait... "
"Oh, all right, all right! I was only kidding you just to get a reaction. I'm sorry... let's get the tents up so we can start on dinner. I'm starved... and a little food wouldn't be bad either!"
The brunette started to ruffle her feathers again, but she could see from the look on her best girlfriend's face that her last remark was just a joke. "Okay, Alice, you win! I can never argue with you anyway, I don't know why I even try... You work on the tents and I'll get a fire going. If Her Majesty found a watering hole, she won't be back for an hour!"
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There was a slippery rock bottom as far as she could explore in either direction, but the mountain stream was fast-running and icy cold, just right, the tall, lithe blonde thought, for a nice afternoon dip!
She was certain, of course, that Sarah and Alice were talking about her -- they always did when she wasn't around. She had sneaked up on them a couple of times and heard what they were saying. But it really didn't matter; it was part of growing up in a company town as C. Bob Johnson's only daughter. Why, even when she went away to college, she was still treated as somebody special by the administration. Most of the other girls had been subjected to a probing interview before being accepted, but not her... they had merely mailed the forms to her parents' summer place in the Bahamas and, presto, she was made an incoming freshman. Not that it had surprised her to be treated preferentially; Carol was so used to it by now that it was just second-nature. She had never asked for any of it, it just came with the name, she supposed. And it was sort of nice having the Johnson family name to fall back on; after all, she'd never have to take some demeaning job as a secretary or a file clerk!
Glancing around first to be certain the other girls hadn't followed her down the pine-carpeted ravine, she took a small plastic bag from inside her shirt where she had hidden it before leaving the campsite. There was her precious facial soap and shampoo, smuggled into the backpack despite its forbidden extra weight. Alice had given her a lot of nonsense about using the special backpacker's lightweight, bio-degradable soap and washing her hair with plain water. Something about polluting the streams. But she had brought this along anyway -- who could possibly pollute a whole mountain stream with just a little shampoo? And how could Alice possibly expect her to go a whole week without shampooing her hair? Ugh, it would be so messy and dirty!
She found a perfect spot for her bath, a flat, clean rock at the water's edge, and a swirling, deep pool just right for splashing in! There was still plenty of sunshine filtering through the tall, virgin-growth pine trees, and she could feel the pleasing warmth of the sun's rays on her arms and face. Maybe she would have time for a quick sunning when she finished with her bath! Her tan, after all, was getting awfully pale... and it had been so nice and brown when she got back from spring vacation with Daddy and Mommy in the Caribbean.
Carol unbuttoned her coarsely-woven work shirt she had bought especially for this trip and removed it as carefully as she would a thirty-dollar blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra -- she almost never did unless Mommy said something, like when important business people were coming to the Johnson family home for dinner. Or when the minister of the Johnsonville Episcopal Church called to pay his respects to the church's biggest benefactor, through whose philanthropy the church owned one of the most impressive physical plants in the entire state.
"Mmmmmmmmm... that's nice," she murmured softly to no one in particular and the whole world in general, basking in the soothing warmth of the summer sun as it passed through the awning of overhanging pines and firs and tenderly caressed her firm young breasts; she felt her tiny pink nipples tighten and then grow hard as if being massaged by a human hand. Oh wow, she thought, that would be nice! A gentle, loving hand on my breasts! Carol knew a lot about such things, being one of the first in her girls' school to experience the hotly-urgent arousal of a back-seat romance.
But she was actually hardly more than a virgin when it came to the more serious side of sex. Just once with a handsome upper-classman from an impressive prep school in New Hampshire. And the irony of it all was that he was the son of one of her father's biggest customers! She had met him at a dinner her parents had given for his folks, and he invited her up for a class weekend. That was the first time her parents had ever agreed to let her go away for a date like that, and she strongly suspected it had something to do with Steve's family ties with the Johnson business. Daddy had said yes immediately, she recalled, but Mommy had held out a little longer. However, one whispered conference in Daddy's study was all it took and she was sent off with only the admonition to "be careful" about protecting her honor.
The class weekend had climaxed with a big picnic and bonfire by the school-owned lake, and most of the bolder partygoers managed to slip away from the disinterested chaperones -- mostly young teachers concerned with their own chances of having to sleep alone -- for a last-minute skinny-dip in the chill waters of the lake. Some of the girls sneaked behind bushes and trees and donned their dates' tee-shirts or went in wearing bras and panties; but Carol, like a few of the others, was feeling the effects of the Everclear alcohol-spiked punch and wickedly decided to go the , whole route -- nothing at all but her birthday suit!
She managed to slip into the water under cover of darkness, and Steve was quickly at her side and none-too-sober himself. Steve uttered the requisite half-and-hearty jokes and innuendoes, and Carol replied with the necessary girlish giggles, and they swam off together to the floating platform in the middle of the lake. Another couple was there already, but they swam away in a splashing frenzy of merriment, and Carol was left alone there in the post-midnight darkness with a boy she hardly knew.
It was with sudden awakening concern that she realized she was over her head in something she knew little about, and it wasn't the lake waters that bothered her! Steve put his arm behind her quite suddenly and slipped his fingers, warm even beneath the chill lake surface, up between her naked thighs as she kicked her feet to stay afloat. It must have been the sheer suddenness that did it, she would say to herself many times later. If only he had made a grab for her breasts, like all the other boys she had been out with, then she could have warded him off and retreated f from the lake still virginally intact. But his hand slipping down there in that most secret and guarded of spots did strange and wickedly arousing things to her, things she had never really felt before... or since.
Carol was literally like putty in his hands, swooning and moaning like the schoolgirl she was, and the blonde would come to remember that night with loathing and disgust, for she had really offered him no resistance at all, just surrendered her body like some mill hand's offspring instead of C. Bob Johnson's daughter. Exactly how it all happened was vague, to her even now, and she remembered only that he had pulled her up tightly against him and she felt something unbelievably huge and hard prodding up between her trembling thighs like a third leg. But it was no leg, as she soon discovered! Carol had never expected it to be so big! Her back-seat necking had gone pretty far a couple of times, and once or twice some boy had managed to get her hand down inside his opened fly for a fleeting brush against hotly throbbing adolescent penis... but this was no adolescent cock. This was the erect penis of a real man! Even now, two years later, the memory of that night was scarred into her brain like it was etched there by acid!
"S -- Steve , p -- please don't... p--please... " Her voice was deliberately low. How could she shout with all the others around, some of them girls from her own school. Dear God, she has to keep quiet or everyone would know! Her parents, the kids at school, everyone! His upraised middle finger plundered its way around inside the tightly-constrictive fleshy mouth of her vagina, and she could feel her whole body covered by millions of goose-bumps as his fingertips squeezed the tiny budding node of her clitoris. "P--Please, not like this!" she begged in a hoarse whisper, but she knew her meager defenses were falling away fast.
Steve squirmed around her in the water, still holding onto the steps of the floating platform for support, and when he was directly behind her, he pushed up under her floating body with his knees until her feet were nearly clear of the water, resting on the rungs, of the ladder. It was exactly like she was sitting in his lap. only better because the water made both of them buoyant... and more mobile! She had to reach out and grab the ladder herself or risk flipping over backward, and when she did. he swept his fingers down under the trim girlish curve of her buttocks and found what he wanted... the soft fleshy lips of her virginal cunt! With his fingers, he spread the pliant pussy flanges widely apart and pulled her naked hips down with his other hand, releasing the ladder as he did so. "Hold on to that rung, Carol, or we'll both go under!" he said with a mocking manner. Of course, she'd hold on... it was that or risk drowning!
Carol could not help the groan that escaped her lips when he finally entered her... there was no affectionate foreplay, nothing to prepare her for the painful, searing agony that rigid male flesh could bring to her naked, vulnerable loins! Steve had hooked his bare feet under one of the ladder rungs and, aided by the buoyancy the water supplied, was jerking upward into her ravished hair-fringed slit with a frantic eagerness born out of a long night filled with close musky contact and liquor! It was over almost before it began, before Carol was even able to come to grips with the mind-bending pain... there was a grunt from behind her in the water and she felt her whole insides suddenly flooded with a great, viscous warmth as Steve emptied his testicles into her vagina with a heavy surging stream, spewing spurt after spurt of burning semen until he was sated and his cock slipped from her still-tight cuntal grip in a rubbery lump. He finally floated free of her, still gasping for breath.
The sun was sinking faster now and Carol hurried to get undressed and into the stream before it was too cool; at these mile-high elevations, nighttime might mean a forty-degree drop in temperature. She yanked and tugged downward until her skin-tight Levi's were off, and then she carefully rolled her thin pale-blue panties off her slim hips and down her long, still-tanned legs. She had a model's figure, that she had been told often enough. In fact, she had even done some modeling back in Johnsonville. Nothing professional, just an occasional charity show for the junior league, but once a man from New York, a friend of her father's, had told her that she could be assured of a lively success as a New York model. In fact, he had even kind of hinted that he had the connections to get her introduced to the right people, but when she mentioned it later to Daddy, he just groaned and looked sideways at Mrs. Johnson, and the nice man from New York was never seen again around Johnsonville. She often wondered if the man knew what he was talking about... she did have a mannequin's figure, five-ten in her bare feet, and her complexion was perfect. Not to mention her naturally-blonde hair, falling almost halfway down her back now, and with hardly a split end to be found. But modeling was a lot of hard work; she knew that her roommate Pam at college had tried it for a year before going to school. But who wanted to work like that when there was so much fun to be had?
Carol tugged off her sweat-soaked hiking socks and tossed them over beside her shoes and stepped into the cool mountain brook. She sat down on the submerged portion of the flattened rock and let the cold surging waters rush around her naked body; her eyes were closed and her head back so that the stream swirled her blonde hair around her in a frothing cascade. She thought for a moment again of Steve, wondering as she sometimes did whatever became of him. He had written her twice after that night, but she had never answered him, consigning his last letter to the family fireplace before she even read it. Carol had nothing but bitterness in her heart toward him, none of that smoldering heartache a woman is supposed to feel for the man who was the first between her legs.
She felt nothing of the sort... she begrudged him every second he'd spent poking his thing up inside her vagina that night. She'd gotten nothing out of it but a sore behind, and if that was all a man could offer her, she was having no more of it! Steve had been the first and, so far, the last. And there was no one on the immediate horizon who stood a chance of getting between her thighs like he did. No sir, she was saving that for later... just in case Mr. Right happened along, though she had long ago convinced herself that that kind of good fortune went out with B-movies.
The tall slender blonde sighed and relaxed beneath the swirling, spring-fed waters of the stream as the aches and soreness of a half-day's backpacking were sluiced away like so much grime. She reached for the bar of soap lying on the rock beside her and began to soap herself languorously, first her neck and chest, then her arms and finally the gentle swells of her breasts, all of her that was above water. The cool water and foamy soap felt soothing on her tender nipples, still erect and firm from their exposure to the warm high-altitude sun.
She thought suddenly of Pam, wondering how her roommate was enjoying her summer vacation on the West Coast. Pam and some older girl friends had gone to San Francisco to spend the three months of summer vacation until classes began again in the fall. Carol hoped she would write, for she missed having Pam around to tell her troubles to. Pam was that sort of girl, really, and as she was a couple of years older than the other girls in their class, she was sort of looked up to as a font of real knowledge, not the kind you got from books. And, of course, having lived in New York City as a fashion model meant that she knew simply everything about men and sex and taking precautions and such, with the result that girls were always coming to her in tears in the middle of the night with some heartbreaking trauma. It made life difficult being her roommate, but at least life was never dull and uninteresting!
Carol knew the stories some of the older girls had spread around about Pam, evil, malicious stories without a grain of truth. Some of them claimed that she was a lesbian, that she preferred girls to men, but Carol always defended her girlfriend even if it meant losing someone else's friendship. Pam had never been anything less than wonderful to her, and it was Pam's little tricks that enabled Carol to get through two years of school without succumbing to the behind-the-bushes sexual experiences most of the other girls allowed themselves to be dragged into. Mmmmmm. she purred silently, maybe I could use a little of that medicine right now! I know I'll sleep a lot better if I do!
Thinking of Pam seemed to make her feel warm inside, and remembering all the good times they had spent together just gave her an even, soothing glow in the pit of her belly that felt so clean and pure with the sparkling mountain brook surging all around her in a whirlpool of cleansing coolness. Mindlessly, her own hands continued the soaping motions below the surface of the water and almost before she knew it, her fingertips were caressing the insides of her naked thighs. Mmmm, it felt so nice, the warmth of her own hands under the frothy cold of the stream. Oh yes, Pam had certainly taught her some nice little tricks, part of her legacy from modeling in New York, and Pam just seemed to know everything about, well, what made a girl feel all nice and good inside... !
Moving in tiny concentric circles about the sparse hair-lined softness of her vaginal lips, Carol's fingers moved closer and closer to the warm pink edges of her eagerly-aroused cunt. Oooooohhhhh, yesssss, it's so nice, just like it always was when Pam was around to do it for me!
She groaned aloud at the sudden contact of her hand with the warmly-throbbing slit between her thighs and she elevated her knees beneath the water. It felt strangely familiar, this touch of caressing flesh against the hotly-aroused pouting lips of her vagina... of course, it's the water! It was like this with Steve that night at the lake! Carol wasn't certain whether that revelation excited or revolted her, but she was too caught up in the ecstatic delirium of her self-arousal to be concerned. It felt so nice with the cool water swirling around her tingling vagina, the icy chill of the water and the steaming hotness between her thighs mingling in a kind of roiling whirlpool of desire. Her fingers spread the dilating lips of her pussy-flesh, and she inserted her middle finger into her warmly-incited cuntal cleft, stroking the tiny pearl of her eagerly-throbbing clitoris. Anxiously, she added her index finger, and the two stiffly-erect digits began to slip easily in and out of her vaginal furrow like a man's thrusting cock. Her knees were completely out of the water now, just her naked buttocks and the fervent flesh of her cunt still submerged in the rapidly-moving waters. Her facial muscles tightened in a mask of ecstatic tension as she slipped still another stiffened finger up between the turgid pink lips of her vagina and into the hotly-clasping flanges of her vagina. A moan of undisguised sensual pleasure emerged from her quivering lips as she rolled the tiny, fleshy marble of her clitoris back and forth with the fingers of her other hand... just a few more strokes, just a few more!
"Aaaaaawwwwww... Oooooohhhhhh!" she gasped loudly, not caring at all if Alice -
and Sarah could hear her back up at the campsite. A shudder of wanton ecstasy raced along her bare back, and she shivered beneath the waters of the cold stream as she felt the tightness between her supple naked thighs suddenly give way to a blissful fluid warmth that quickly spread through every cell of her naked young body. Her fingers left the still-clasping warmth of her spasming cunt reluctantly, and she lay back silently in the water, still trembling from the powerful effects of her self-inflicted sexual release.
In a few moments she regained her composure, and though still a bit shaky and weak, she lathered her long blonde tresses hurriedly, as the sun was now lower than the treetops. She felt suddenly very vibrant and alive and as the odors of the girls' campfire dinner drifted down the mountainside. Carol was certain dinner would be a smash, whatever it was!
CHAPTER THREE
The huge, powerfully-muscled German shepherd glanced up from where he lay resting on the cool, freshly-scraped earth. The sun was low -- time to give his playful progeny a nudge or two and send them scampering up the steep hill to the crest of Diamondback Ridge and home. His mate was already back at the cabin, probably sleeping from her day of frolic with their pups. There was meat for all of them, a fat rabbit Rex had caught and killed with one snap of his strong jaws this morning; the meat would be good and gamey by now, but still noting to compare with the meals the Old Man used to serve for the two of them. Still, it was filling, and would provide for his pups' meteoric growth, enough to assure them good health and fine, robust bodies. They would need their strength, all of them, to make it through the cold that Rex knew would follow the season of the sun.
He made his way through the thick, tangled grass to where his pups rolled about and nipped at each other, fighting playfully over a piece of rope they had dragged down from the cabin where they all lived. They growled with mock-ferocity as he nudged them on their way home, but when he turned and trotted away without them, they were close at his heels, whimpering and whining at the sudden prospect of being left alone with darkness fast approaching. Life was good for Rex now, even without the Old Man. His mate had come mysteriously into his life at a perfect time, just when he had been forced to face the certainty of the Old Man's disappearance forever. Wherever the Old Man went in that blinding snowstorm and for whatever reason, the husky animal thought, he was gone forever, and Rex had to make the best of what was left -- a ramshackle old cabin stripped of everything edible, and a family all his own. It was hard for the dog at first, having been cared for by the Old Man all his life, but he found that he quickly adapted to the ways of his ancestors, whose fierce blood still coursed through his veins.
He made his way through the thick, tangled grass to where his pups rolled about and nipped at each other, fighting playfully over a piece of rope they had dragged down from the cabin where they all lived. They growled with mock-ferocity as he nudged them on their way home, but when he turned and trotted away without them, they were close at his heels, whimpering and whining at the sudden prospect of being left alone with darkness fast approaching. Life was good for Rex now, even without the Old Man. His mate had come mysteriously into his life at a perfect time, just when he had been forced to face the certainty of the Old Man's disappearance forever. Wherever the Old Man went in that blinding snowstorm and for whatever reason, the husky animal thought, he was gone forever, and Rex had to make the best of what was left - a ramshackle old cabin stripped of everything edible, and a family all his own. It was hard for the dog at first, having been cared for by the Old Man all his life, but he found that he quickly adapted to the ways of his ancestors, whose fierce blood still coursed through his veins.
spat out the sound... poachers!
A painfully loud noise suddenly exploded in his ears and he felt his legs give way beneath him like they were made of wet clay... he fell at the end of the downhill path, a few yards short of his mate. His last thought was of the pups behind him... he had to get to them, he had to! And then there was only darkness and quiet.
Rex was certain that a dozen full-moons had come and gone before he once again was conscious; his ears still rung with a bell-like noise that seemed to emanate from within his head. He staggered uneasily to his feet... it was still daylight, for he could feel the warmth of the setting sun, and the forest around him was bathed in a soft orange glow. And then he looked up... it was no sunset that warmed him, it was the Old Man's cabin in flames! Instinctively, he rushed for the burning shack, now an inferno beyond saving, but he stopped short at the body of his dead mate... there was nothing inside to save. The pups! I have to find them and keep them away from this fire or they'll bum themselves! Rex knew all about fire from the many nights he had slept by the Old Man's stone fireplace, but the pups had never seen this heat that came from a stick. He had to find them before they wandered too close.
It was then that he saw his offspring... or what was left of them'. Their tiny bodies, round with puppy-fat, lay dismembered near where he had fallen on the trail, blown apart with the fury of the humans' weapons. He felt the oozing warmth of his own blood seeping from the gaping wound on his head, and he realized what the loud noise had been... the humans had fired at him with guns. Somehow he had survived their attempted murder, but his mate and pups were gone forever. With the sound of the burning cabin mingling with the ringing that still tormented his ears, Rex raced blindly off into the night... he had their scent, the unmistakable smell of the two humans who did this to him, and he would find them and kill them if it took the rest of his life... humans had done this to him and he would not let it go unavenged!
CHAPTER FOUR
Alice made the offer to occupy the second tent before they turned in for the night; it was one of the small prices they had to pay for using lightweight backpacking equipment. They had experimented in Carol's backyard, but it was just impossible to squeeze the three of them into one lightweight two-man tent, so someone had to sleep alone. She didn't mind it really, for she knew she was a restless sleeper... unless she was with a man who could give her what she needed to sleep nice and sound! She peered out at the sky and guessed that there was at least another hour before dawn, so Alice Bonner snuggled all of her young body back inside the goose-down sleeping bag to allow herself the luxury of a half hour's more warmth before getting up to build the breakfast fire This was her morning to do the uncomfortable task, but it was not necessary to struggle in the pre-dawn chill as she was apparently the only one awake.
She was thinking about what on earth it was that convinced her to come along on this trip when she knew there would be no guys along! Sarah had seen to that, though she suspected that Carol would have voted thumbs down as well if she'd been given the chance. Carol went out with her share of good-looking boys, more than her share, but she had developed quite a reputation around the campus for being a "prick-tease." Alice had wondered about that often, curious to know, like some of the girls said, whether Pam had turned her into a lesbian like herself. Of course, she could hardly just come out and ask, especially since Pam was a sore point with Carol anyway -- even hinting that her precious roomie might swing to the left was grounds for a week-long huff and pout. Alice was inclined to think that her friend favored the middle ground, especially in light of what she'd heard just this last term from a girlfriend of hers at Vassar.
It was one of those round-about stories -- her boyfriend's ex-roommate, or somebody like that, a guy named Steve Crowder, had gone out with Carol, and even taken her to a class night picnic his prep school had sponsored. And it seemed that every body in the senior class knew about what had happened out by the float in the middle of some lake in New Hampshire. Naturally, Carol would have died if she had known that everybody in the school was talking about her, but that was the way Carol was... she was really naive enough to think that some guy was going to throw it to her, a nice-looking girl who could have been a cover girl by her looks, and just keep his mouth shut!
Alice knew better. She'd been swinging long enough to know that guys always talk about their sexual adventures, much more than girls. But that made little difference to her anyway; since everybody at school knew she put out, why should she care if some guy wanted to brag a little? She was sort of flattered that the guys thought she was such a hot number that they wanted to rush right out and tell all their friends, about what they had done with her in a parked car in the middle of nowhere-...
Alice Bonner knew she was good in bed... Christ, hadn't at least a couple of dozen guys told her so in just so many words? Even the first one, the choir leader at the Johnsonville Methodist Church she and her family attended, had been left I gasping and sputtering in amazement when she finished with him. Somehow, it all seemed to come naturally to her, like some supernatural skill she had been born with. Alice had never felt the necessity to read any "sex manuals" or sneak a look at pornographic decks of cards to learn what to do... she knew she was good and so did any man she went to bed with!
She nearly laughed out loud, lying there alone in her tent with that familiar itching between her thighs... that first time, what a crazy escapade that was! Alice could recall it like it was last week though it was three years ago when she was fifteen and still considered "jail-bait." She was a regular church-goer then, more out of parental insistence than religious fervor, and the choir was her favorite diversion. It was a teenage choir, with regular practice one night a week, and more an excuse to get together and flirt than anything else.
But the church had hired a new man as music director, a graduate student at the local seminary who lived in a house trailer outside of town with his dumpy, always-pleasant wife. Alice had felt something eerie about that man from the very beginning, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. But one hot summer night, when she had gone to his home for a music lesson, another of her parents' ideas, she awakened to the pleasant, yet frightening, awareness of what it was she wanted... she wanted his body! Not as a husband or anything silly like that, she wanted him the way women have wanted a man since time first began... between her legs!
Mr. Manning, who insisted that all the young people call him Larry, was explaining the arpeggio to the young blonde teenager who was seated at the keyboard of his second-hand spinet piano. He was behind her, one hand reaching around her to play the advanced set of notes a second time. "Like this... it's easy once you get the hang of it," the tall, heavy-set music major explained.
Alice could feel the muscular strength of his chest against her back; Larry was quite a singer as well, and his chest was powerful and large from years of practice. Like most ardent musicians, he was in excellent shape, something that had not escaped her attention. "Oh, I just don't seem to be able to keep my mind on the music, Larry, "she purred seductively. She could feel him inch ever-so-slightly away from her at the sound of such a blatant come-on, and it excited her to know that she could affect him, a grown man of at least twenty-five, in such a way! He ran his fingers over the different arpeggio again, but this time he missed it himself, and she chuckled under her breath. He was as turned-on as she was, there was no doubt about it! Fifteen years old and she could do this to a man! God, how she loved the feeling of power it gave her... she wouldn't have traded places with any woman on earth. Why should she? She had a more potent power all her own... and she aimed to see it in action.
"When's your wife coming home, Larry ? " she asked.
"Not 'til late... why?" His voice sounded funny, different somehow, and when she turned to face him, his face was all red, and there was a sheen of nervous perspiration on his cheeks and neck.
"This is why, Larry, " the young.
nicely-built blonde purred and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. He opened his mouth to protest, but she planted her lips firmly on his, and whatever protestations he might have made were completely stifled as her tiny moist tongue wetly slithered over his. She turned the lower half of her body around on the piano bench so that she was sitting, still facing him as he bent over. Her arms pulled him tighter against her breasts, and she felt shiver after shiver of eager anxiousness race through her young, ripe body as the taut muscles of his masculine chest rubbed salaciously against her soft crinkly nipples, protected by her dress but bra-less as she seldom wore the constricting garment.
Alice could see that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him and it made her feel all warm and tingling inside. His hands pushed up under her buttocks and squeezed them hard enough to make her cry out... but not for him to stop. For more! Oooohhh, the pain, how she loved it! How she hungered for more of it... more! "Oh, God, Larry... hurt me! Hurt me, darling!"
His hands fumbled further beneath her and he lifted her from the bench so that she stood tightly against him, her short curvy body writhing and squirming like a live wire had been touched to her bare flesh. He reached up under her short dress and yanked at her soaked panties, wet with her bounteous love-juices, and they ripped away from her buttocks in his impatient hand. Her thighs were still held together by the elastic leg bands of her thin panties, but there was enough of an opening for the seminary student to slip his fingers up between her nakedly quivering firm buttocks. She gasped like a drowning swimmer as his fingertips probed deeper up into the teenager's hotly-aroused ass-cheeks until his touch reached the fervently-steaming wetness of her cuntal flesh. "Ooohhh... I can't stand it any longer! I can't," she cried out in sheer frustration.
Alice pushed him away from her and he looked at her momentarily in complete surprise... Had he misread her intentions? Dear God, what if she went to her parents! She could claim attempted rape... a sex crime against a minor! He'd be ruined!
But Alice had no intentions of calling for anyone... she was burning up with this strange and erotic passion. It was so wicked and wonderful, and with typical teenage eagerness, she wanted more... all the way! She grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked it up and over her head; without even looking up, she could feel his stare as he gazed lustfully at the full, ripe melons of her breasts, already bigger and rounder than most women's. Her nipples leaped to a turgid hardness at the cool contact of the car. She looked up at him with her huge blue eyes yearning. "Touch them! Squeeze my breasts... squeeze them hard! Make me hurt, Larry!"
Alice shivered and gasped in uncontrollable spasms of ungovernable arousal at the touch of his hands on her naked breasts, and she reached down with her own hands and tugged her wet, sticky panties down her legs and kicked them aside. "Now, Larry... now, please!" she cried and grabbed madly at his zipper and belt. He looked down in wide-eyed disbelief as the naked young blonde pulled his pants open and yanked his zipper down. Her small, eager hand slipped inside his undershorts and fastened tightly around the stiffly-erect length of his cock. "Mmmmm, it's so big... just like I hoped it would be!"
Alice pulled his undershorts and pants down and left them around his ankles; she moaned a soulful cry of complete surrender to her own lustful desires and leaped into his arms, her own arms around his neck. With her strong girlish hips, she hoisted herself onto him in lewd invitation, her legs around his waist. She shivered all over as she felt his throbbing hardness slither up between her buttocks. Her hand shaking in anticipation, she reached down under her own ass-cheeks and stuffed the bulbous head of his stiffness between the small, pouting lips of her virginal cleft. She pushed herself out and away from his abdomen as he thrust upward... it was in her!
"Aaaawwwwwww... God, yes, yes!" She was wildly humping up and down on the end of his skewering cock, but still her maidenhead was intact. She screamed from the agonizing frustration. "Harder! Harder! Goddamn, harder! Make me hurt!" Larry reached under her firm teenage buttocks and grabbed a handful of flesh in each palm - then with a vicious downward jerk, he slammed her against his pelvis with such brutal force that his cock was buried to the hilt in an instant in the hotly-clasping depths of her unplumbed pussy-cleft! "AAAAAAAGGGHHH... Aaaaaaggghhh! Y -- Yes, it's in me, it's In me all the way!" she cried, tears streaming down her pale cheeks as she viciously impaled herself again and again on his upthrusting penis. 'It hurts! It hurts! Yes, it hurts! Oh, yes... yes!" She could feel all of his firm, hard cock inside her... she could take him! She could take any man, she knew that now!
How long they stood there like that, she could never say. All she knew was that her legs ached for days afterward and Larry wasn't seen for nearly a week! Again and again she rammed savagely down onto his impaling cock as it slid madly in and out of her tight, well-lubricated vagina. And then, almost in perfect unison, they both gasped out their explosive orgasm's as the choir director's spasming penis spurted its seething load of burning semen up into her hotly-receptive teenage belly!
"I'm cumming! Yes, I'm cumming! Oh, it's so good! Sooogooodd!" She cried, lost to everything, but the ecstatic bliss of her very of her very first orgasm.
Wow, three years ago already! How quickly the time did fly! And after Larry, there had been the boy from the supermarket, the preacher's son home from military school, that football player from high school... mmmm, was he ever hung! And then those two guys in the back seat at the drive-in movies and... oh, who cared!? Lots of them, anyway, lots and lots of big thick cocks and tight round balls full of their heavy, rich cream. Yum, how she could use a cock right now!
Alice stirred inside her sleeping bag... Christ, this was no time to be thinking of such things! There wasn't a man around for miles! Nothing but trees and mountains. Hmmmm, maybe there was a forest ranger around somewhere! Now that would be a novel experience!
There was a waking-up moan from the other tent and Alice reluctantly unzipped her sleeping bag and crawled out of the tent in just her thermal pajamas. Her father had bought these for her to wear on the trip, and she remembered how she had laughed at the time... pajamas in the summer, Daddy!? But right now she wouldn't sell these warm garments for ten time what they cost!
"Yawn... is that you, Alice?"
"No, silly, it's a big black bear looking for sex!"
There was a snort of indignation from inside the other small tent. "It must be you, Alice... nobody else wakes up with thoughts like that on their mind," sneered Sarah.
"Hah! That's what you think! Just wait'll somebody gets that precious cherry of yours... you'll change your tune!"
"Oh, let's not start on that again... did you see that weird orange glow last night after we went to bed?"
"Orange glow? Sure, that was me... I'm so homy I glow in the dark!"
Sarah had climbed out of the tent now, clad in an oversized man's shirt and panties, and was fanning her arms wildly in a vain effort to get warm in the chill dawn. "Listen, silly, I was serious... we didn't wake you because there really wasn't much we could do about it. It looked like a forest fire somewhere over on that ridge to the west. We thought we'd hike over after breakfast and see what we can find."
"Hike? Why, that ridge is miles away! Not me, I'm staying right here. What happened to our itinerary, anyway? We're supposed to be camped at some government campsite tonight, remember? With fireplaces and chopped firewood and outhouses at least, instead of bushes to squat behind!"
"Oh, Alice, I don't know who's harder to talk to, you or Carol! We'll still make it there by tonight. This won't take more than a few hours and then we'll be on our way. I've got it all worked out on the map... we take a short-cut, that's all there is to it!"
"Well, all right, but I'm still going to sit this one out. I need a bath myself now so I'll just wait to get your report, okay?"
"Okay, okay," the brunette shrugged as she rummaged through her pack in search of some warmer clothes. "But at least get the fire going... it's your morning for breakfast."
"Yes, Sergeant Carter, right away!"
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Alice was about to take the aluminum saucepan, gummy from the morning's freeze-dried oatmeal and brown sugar, down to the stream for a good scrubbing when the sun finally burned through the overhanging mountain mist, and the temperature seemed to soar a dozen degrees or more in just a couple of minutes. Well, why not kill two birds with one stone, the curvaceous blonde thought, I can clean the pots and soak in the stream at the same time! Sarah and Carol were already gone, probably a mile or so away by now, and Alice was glad to see the sun come out at last -- it made the woods look so much friendlier, no small concern when one was alone in the midst of a great national forest!
Alice scrambled down the steep, forested ravine with the breakfast pots and dishes in her arms, tripping once and nearly dropping the whole lot. She reached the stream in a sweat, and threw the unbreakable utensils into a shallow pool to soak, just downstream from the flat, bathtub-sized rock Carol had told her about. She got out of her clothes quickly in the warm sun and slipped under the water.
It was icy cold at first, but she soon adjusted to it and the surging whirlpools that formed around her relaxed her so thoroughly that she fell asleep with her head resting on the dry portion of the rock.
A loud crashing noise awakened her with a start and she leapt to her feet, stark naked, half-expecting to find a sex-crazed hillbilly at the very least. Or maybe a bear!
But it was a dog! A German shepherd with a collar on... but where could he have come from? He stopped at the stream's bank and glared ferociously at her, a fierce growl rumbling in his massive chest... a couple of steps forward, a jerk of his great head... and he collapsed almost at her feet! Alice edged forward cautiously until she saw the top of his head... good Lord, he's been hurt!
Rex was still conscious, but too weak and exhausted to move. Even breathing was hard and strained for him and he could only look up with soulful, pleading eyes at this strange, smooth-skinned human who had somehow appeared out of the stream like a vision! What sort of human could this be? It looked nothing like his master, the Old Man. And not at all like the murdering poachers who killed his mate and pups. His mind, dazed and fatigued, was still keenly alert, and something registered deep in his sharp memory. Something from far back in time, dozens and dozens of dog-years... way back to when he was a tiny puppy himself, before the old man took him to Diamondback Ridge. He could not quite define it, but still there was a vague awareness there. This human was different, of that he was certain, and nothing like the poachers he hunted... of course, she was female like his mate! That was what made her different!
Alice had always borne a weakness for animals, and a dog like this beautiful specimen, obviously lost and injured... well, her instincts took over immediately, and she hurried up the bank to the campsite to bring the first-aid kit, not bothering to .dress at all lest the precious time wasted be all the poor animal had left. She was back in only a couple of minutes, antiseptic spray in hand, and she bathed his strange wound with water to cleanse away the dried blood, and then sprayed it with disinfectant to kill the germs that might have gotten a foothold.
The dog was not as seriously wounded as she had thought at first, and when the caked blood was cleansed away, it was hard to even tell he had been hurt. But who was he? And where had he come from? They were miles and miles from any settlements or camps. How did he come to be out here in the Snowbird Mountains wilderness, and what mysterious force brought him to her?
The collar, of course, that's where I should have looked first! She eased the hand-made leather strap off his furry neck, unbuckling the heavily-tarnished buckle. My God, she gasped, it looks like this collar has been on him for ages! Quickly, she wet the cloth again and cleansed his fur where the thick collar had been. A mewling whimper testified to his appreciation and Alice forgot the collar and then and there decided to give him a bath.
"Can you stand up, big fella'?" He looked up at her with understanding eyes and rose shakily to his feet. He seemed to be recovering rapidly, his strength returning quickly in that way peculiar to all wild animals. It was then that she spotted the name carved into the collar; it was nearly obscured by dirt and grime... Rex! How perfect! Even in his exhausted state there was something regal and lordly about him... like he was ruler of these mountains and she was only his subject!
She squeezed a generous portion of the bio-degradable soap into her palm and motioned toward the shallow part of the stream. "C'mon, handsome... let's get you clean." The huge animal stood up suddenly on his hind legs and licked her affectionately along the flatness of her bare belly, his long tongue curling between her large swaying breasts. "Hey, buster... let's not get so fresh!" she exclaimed in surprise. "We just met!"
Strangely, he trusted her... there was something honest and warm about her that reminded him of the Old Man, different though she was. He felt safe with her, safe and loved... and certain that life was again worth living. He had to repay this wonderful loving human for her kindness... anything he could do for her to show her his thanks!
Alice bathed him thoroughly and gently, careful not to hurt him as she cleansed close to his wound... careful again, for an entirely different reason, as she lovingly washed the underside of his firm belly. She had never paid this much attention to a male dog's "equipment" before... wow, was he ever hung! He had more there than a lot of men! She washed close to his huge dark testicles and wondered about all the bitch dogs he must have poked with that menacing thing; absent-mindedly, she rubbed the cloth along the heavy thick sheath that enclosed his dog-cock... ! It poked out the end, a scarlet, tapered animal-penis the size of a man's!
"Hey, baby, that's enough of that! Pretty soon you'll have me wondering if I've lost my marbles. Crossing the color line is one thing, but this is ridiculous! Here, Rex, you lie down here while I wash off... then I'll join you for a little sun!"
Alice knelt in the shallow water and splashed the perspiration and fresh dirt from her hands and arms. Rex had sprawled obediently at the water's edge and when she stretched out beside him, he whimpered appreciatively.
"Rex, buddy, I have a feeling you could tell one hell of a story if you could talk. I mean, about how you got here, and where you came from. Yes, quite a story!" The German shepherd looked into her face with his huge brown eyes and seemed to understand her every word. It was uncanny... he was almost human!
Alice was resting on her elbows to keep her breasts off the chill rock surface, her body at a near right-angle to the mammoth German shepherd's. He was so beautiful... and those eyes! Teasingly, she puckered her lips and grinned into his gorgeous face... his tongue brushed over her moist lips in an unmistakable kiss!
It was unbelievable! Alice was utterly amazed at the strange and exotic feeling it gave her in the pit of her belly... it was like being kissed by a man! Surely it was just coincidence, a freak of the animal's whim! She puckered her lips again, parted slightly this time, and again he kissed her, this time his long fiery tongue caressing hers in unquestionable male heat!
She rolled onto her back and lay there in the sunshine, her mind all a-flutter at this weird and wonderful thing that had happened to her... God, was he a dog or wasn't he? After all, he had turned up under pretty mysterious circumstances... what if... ? Oh no, Alice Bonner, you're getting kooky out here in the woods alone! He's a dog, that's all, just a dog... and anything you're thinking is preposterous!
Rex turned over and rested his great furry head on her leg and she felt a warm tingling glow emanating from within her loins... how could he arouse her this way? He was only a dog, wasn't he? How could he do this!
Rex sensed the hot pungent spiciness of her feminine odors and his keen intellect ordered him to do the only natural thing... he was a male of his proud species, born with the instinct of answering this peculiar call from any female... she was aroused, in heat, and he could only do what the thousands of years of maleness in his veins told him!
His huge pink tongue swiped lavingly down between her nearly-closed thighs, parting the supple flesh and swirling finally over the hotly-fervent mound of her vagina!
"Ooooohh, Rex, what are you trying to do to me! Don't lick me down there, darling, or I'll go out of my mind!" But the young teenage blonde made no effort to shut her thighs and close him off from the scented-fragrance of her pussy-cleft... he licked it again, this time the tip of his longish tongue curling wetly around the pearl-like bud of her clitoris! She shivered violently from head to toe and her back rose from the rock beneath her in a slight arch. "Mmmmm, you're a real devil, that's what you are... a devil! You may look like a handsome dog, but I believe you're the devil himself!" This was insane, and she knew it... but never had she felt such a sudden surging of lustful passion as this loving animal's able caresses brought from her loins like a prairie fire! Her nervously quivering thighs were slightly spread, and she unconsciously traced her hand along the flat plane of her belly upward to the sensuously enlarged mounds of her ripe full breasts. Her fingers lightly caressed the tiny pink crests of her desire-hardened nipples, sending shiver after shiver of electric ecstasy racing into the ovenlike pit of her belly!
Again she thrilled to the length of his long moistly-probing tongue between her naked, trembling thighs, and she lifted her head to see what it was that this marvelous animal was doing to drive her insane with agonizing lust. He had left momentarily the feverish cleft between her thighs and was licking upward over the small flat plane of her bare belly. Each laving swipe of his tongue took him higher and higher until, finally he was tenderly delivering tongue-kisses to the sensitive undersides of her naked breasts... closer and closer he came to her lust-charged nipples and then... !
"Ooohhh, that's so good, sooo goodddd!" she gasped in utter abandonment as his loving tongue maddeningly caressed the turgid pink tips of her nipples, her whole body bucking and writhing now beneath his masterfully seductive tongue!
A whole army of tourists with cameras could have walked right up on her now and she would not have noticed... or cared! His fervently licking tongue was telegraphing delicious sensations from where he licked wetly over the firm young teenage breasts. She could hear a low animal whine from deep in the furry beast's huge chest and she knew that he, too, was aroused... it was unreal! This strange and mysterious chemistry that seemed to compel them to do these things! She looked deeply into his huge brown eyes and he kissed her again, right on the lips!
There was a whole new heated awareness growing in the great animal's body as he experienced the soul-stirring ardor of his first human female. His recollections of such as her from his early puppyhood were dim and vague, but this was real and he loved the fragrant aroma of her passionate heat... he wanted her desperately!
Alice closed her eyes again in fervent surrender, but there was a pause in his tongual caresses and she raised her head again to see what was wrong. But instead, she saw him positioned eagerly between her thighs! He nudged her there and she parted them widely. "Yes, Rex, lover... lick me down there again! Lick me until I cum! Hurry!"
Her lewd cries reverberated throughout the forest as he lunged his thick, curling lingual organ up between her open thighs once again, and she reached down and clutched at his ears and guided his head between her widely-splayed legs. Her vaginal passage seemed to be in flames, and she gasped and begged gutturally as she pulled her knees tightly back against her naked sensuous breasts to give this ravishing animal full and unrestricted access to her widespread cuntal lips! His whines mingled in harmony with hers, the primeval coupling of woman and beast as ancient as the origins of prehistorical mythology. His tongue lashed whip-like inside her sex-starved cuntal slit, probing deeply into the sparsely-fringed pink folds that stared up at him from her salaciously offered white buttocks.
Slobbering wetly in her ever-spreading moistness between her thighs, the great beast knew he was somehow repaying this warm, gentle human for rescuing him... he was hers now, and she his own. Mates! How beautiful was that lovely pale face of hers, and the way she looked at him now through her raging passion was enough to seal his fate! The soft curvaceous swells and hollows of her feminine body were beckoning him onward... more, more, they seemed to be saying. And her pungent, aromatic love-juices that flowed from her hotly-aroused hair-fringed pussy told him all he needed to know... she loved it and she hungered for more! Rex knew what must come next... that he was ready for it... that this young naked female was equally ready! But he was confused... she was not like a dog bitch, this female was different. He pulled away from her steaming loins and stood there silently.
"What's the matter, big fella'? What's wrong?" But he backed cautiously away from her instead, and for an instant Alice was afraid she had made a terrible mistake... was he going to tear into her with his sharp animal-teeth? Would he attack her!? And then she saw it... !
Slack-jawed with surprise and wonder, Alice stared incredulously at the gleaming reddish taper that was slowly and inexorably emerging from the furry thick sheath along the underside of his belly. It was huge and firmly erect... even bigger than a man's Alice felt a mounting resurgence of fierce burning passion as she realized that it was her nakedness, her voluptuous beauty, that had aroused this virile male animal to such obvious sexual excitement. God, the power it gave her! She loved it! And then she knew what he wanted to do with that immense stallion-sized weapon of his that glistened awesomely in the morning sunlight... and she was totally amazed to discover that she wanted him to! What on earth had possessed her... perhaps he was truly the devil himself! She wanted this superbly-hung animal to... fuck her!!!
A trembling murmur of assent on her quivering lips, Alice thrust her smooth bare legs upward and then doubled them back against her breasts. "Oh, yes, Rex... fuck me! Fuck me with your huge prick! Hurt me, lover, like the wild animal that you are!"
But the huge beast was confused still... he wanted her, he could feel the telltale tightness in his powerful loins. And her sensuous beauty, the naked invitation of her pinkly moist human cuntal slit there just before him, nestled in a thin fluff of light hair, the soft whiteness of her hairless body... he wanted her worse than anything in his life! He had to stick her with his enormously stiffened scarlet animal,-cock, had to spurt his seething dog-cum deep into her white, quivering human belly! He ached to have her, to mount her and fuck her like she had never been fucked before! And he would... this new way! He would fuck her as she lay there on her back and then he could lick and nuzzle her firm white breasts as well! She would be totally his and his alone!
Rex moved eagerly toward the young blonde, his keen senses attuned to the growing fervor of her hotly-smoldering lust. His eyes were on the soft, tempting wetness of her avidly-quivering pussy-lips. His nostrils savored the aromatic pungence of her female heat... he mounted her, his paws on either side of her chest and his head over hers... a quiver of excitement rippled through his animal-flesh as his cock brushed tantalizingly along the steaming furrow of her cuntal warmth. He jerked forward... he was in her!
Her liquid vaginal heat surrounded the long tapered shaft of his animal-cock in a tight-fitting sheath of lustfully-in cited cuntal wetness as the naked teenager moaned fitfully, her eyes clenched shut to hide the reality of this terrible salacious obscenity from her brain. It was so incredibly wanton and evil, but she wanted him... she wanted his dog-cock! She threw her arms up and around him, barely able to reach around his massive frame, and she kissed him lovingly about the face. He had started to hump against her upturned nakedness and his tapered organ poked wildly into her hotly-aroused cuntal flesh, but still he was not fully inside her. Alice sensed his growing frustration and heard the growling fury that was being stirred within his chest. She reached down between his legs, her small hand encircling the hot, red length of his glistening dog-cock, and then she eased it skillfully between the wetly-quivering lips of her cunt and into the tight, deep love-channel of her pussy. Several inches of acutely-animated crimson cock were nestled inside her vagina and Rex, responding only naturally to her moistly nibbling invitation of her lust-incited cunt, lunged forward as he would have with any bitch and buried the full virile length of his dog-prick to the hilt in his human lover!
"Aaaawwwww!" she gasped in real pain, her loins raging with fiery bestial passion as he skewered her unmercifully. Almost before the cry of hurtful pain had left her lips, the wildly-humping animal had delivered a dozen or more powerful thrusts into the farthest recesses of her liquid cuntal depths! He was an animal, not far removed from the savage wilderness, and he fucked her like the beast he was! There was no mercy, no gentle period of gradual acclimation, just the frantically-impaling jabs of his massive crimson dog-cock into the fiery furnace of her teenage loins!
Spasming shivers of wildly erotic ecstasy raced through her naked body as she obscenely squirmed and writhed beneath the furry animal's bestial lovemaking. Unashamedly, she offered all she could offer... the whole of her salaciously-splayed pussy-cleft in utter abandon! With lewd fascination, she stared in rapt disbelief at what was happening to her. It was like a dream, only this was for real! She was actually being fucked by a savage animal... fucked by a dog!
The jerking taper of his hotly-erect dog-cock slithered wetly in and out of her ravaged vaginal cleft, every thrust fucking its way deeply to the very hilt at the base of his fur-covered belly. His heavily-bloated animal-balls swung to and fro with their awesome weight and smacked loudly against her vulnerable anus as they slammed against her upturned buttocks. Her whole brain was awash with weird and new emotions... dog-fucked! Dog-fucked! She knew with all her heart that she would never be the same after this... never!
Gapingly, she stared at the gleaming length of hard animal-flesh that was pistoning savagely into her widely-splayed cuntal slit. Her legs shot skyward and then locked about the dog's massive shoulders as she levered her submissive loins upward to meet his viciously pounding thrusts in a salacious grinding of pure bestial passion! Unheard of lust filled every pore of her being as she sensuously pushed her bare buttocks up and onto the downward driving shaft of his dog-cock... it was even deeper now in this new position, boring lasciviously into the very pit of her naked belly! His hair-covered loins thudded and slapped downward against the quivering flesh of her ass-cheeks as his swollen dog-cock sank to the deepest liquid depths of her hotly clasping vaginal tunnel. Alice was devoid of shame or conscience now, and she furiously ground her ravenously rotating hips and buttocks upward to meet his pillaging thrusts, encircling his lust-incited animal cock with the eagerly nibbling walls of her imprisoning cuntal cleft.
She could feel it coming like an onrushing truck out of the dark night, lights blazing and horns blaring... she was going to climax! A few seconds more and she would explode inside with bestial fury of such magnitude she would not have dreamed it possible! Her loins tingled with the pricking of a million hot needles, the frenzied, salacious promise of sensual satisfaction! Her voice cracking with emotion, the young blonde moaned as she neared the pinnacle of her orgasm... her whole body was alive with blazing passion as she tensed for the jolting blow to her senses that would catapult her over the brink... into the depthless fathoms of depravity and wanton abandonment! She gasped and panted as she watched his wetly glistening dog-cock vanish completely between her widely-splayed thighs! With bulging, lust-glazed eyes, she saw her own moistly-pink pussy-flesh being drawn from inside her torrid vaginal fissure, clinging wetly to his desire-stiffened cock as he pulled out of her, then buried it all again up into the fiery liquid depths of her undulating belly!
"Oooohhhh, yessss... yesssss!" she chanted mindlessly, grabbing his ears and pulling his magnificent head close enough for her lips to kiss. "I'm going to cum, lover... don't stop, darling, I'm almost there! Almost there!" Rex answered with an especially powerful thrust that seemed to Alice to come right out her mouth... and then, in a gush of rushing hot fury, the first wave of her all-consuming orgasm surged through her writhing nakedness and she screamed loudly, thrusting her wildly spasming loins up onto his punishing thick cock! His seething dog-cum began to spurt in long, viscous streams from the end of his pistoning scarlet taper, filling her desperately contracting belly with its scalding heat!
Alice screamed again and again, unable to control herself, as her tautly-clenching cuntal muscles sucked the last lewd drops of his dog-cum from his rapidly-emptying balls. Her head was flailing from side to side now, her blonde hair fanning out in every direction in a tangled thicket of luxuriant platinum and then, suddenly, she lay very still, her mouth turned up in a smile of self-satisfied bliss as the animal's softening penis slipped from between her thighs, leaving a trail of semen like a spider's web on her still-quivering legs. She moaned a last, long sigh of relief and utter fatigue and closed her eyes as Rex settled happily at her side, his tongue dangling from his jaws.
* * *
Sarah and Carol had nearly returned to the campsite when they heard Alice's shrill scream, echoing down the narrow, forested valley like the cry of a banshee. "Hurry... drop your pack and follow me!" shouted Sarah, taking command. "It sounds like trouble!" Carol obediently threw down the small daysack they had carried with just the essentials for a short hike and hurried to catch her girlfriend who was already fifty or more yards ahead, running down the pine needle carpeted trail toward the campsite.
Carol was out of breath and flushed when she reached the tents, but Sarah was motioning her on. "C'mon... she must be down by the stream! But be quiet... it might be a bear and our noise could spook him and Alice would get hurt. Stay close behind me but be ready to run!" Sarah parted the overhanging laurel tree limbs and scrambled down the hillside to where, far below, they could still hear a faint animalish whine mingled with a noise that was distinctly human. Sarah felt her pulse racing as her heart pounded in her chest like a trip-hammer... what if some animal had already attacked Alice? She might be hurt... or, God help us, dying!
Sarah was on her bottom most of the way down the steep ravine, barely staying erect, until she reached the last thicket of laurel and rhododendron before the stream bed. She slid to a halt, loose earth and pine needles spilling in every direction, and peered through the thick, green undergrowth. Carol was soon beside her, panting like an exhausted long-distance runner. The long-haired blonde had scarcely leaned forward to join her girlfriend in a hurried look-see when Sarah suddenly gasped in astonishment, her hand moving to her mouth to stifle the scream that might have escaped. "Oh my God... oh my God! Look! Tell me I'm hallucinating!"
Carol parted the branches and looked the few remaining feet down into the water where just yesterday she had lain sunning. She thought Sarah's reaction had prepared her for the worst... blood, gore, even brutal death. But not this!
Alice was totally naked, her legs lasciviously wrapped around the furry body of this... this huge animal! At first she thought the poor girl was being physically attacked, that this beast had knocked her down and was tearing her flesh apart with his cruel canine incisors... but this was not an attack. This was a mutual bestial orgy! Alice was fucking a dog! It was totally, utterly impossible... but it was happening right before their eyes!
There was a long, soul-rending groan from the naked blonde teenager and then a sigh of sated ecstasy. Carol and Sarah watched in breathless amazement as the husky male animal withdrew his crimson weapon from between her naked, quivering thighs and lay down at her side. The seconds became minutes, the minutes interminable and then Alice opened her eyes... and looked right into the astonished, disbelieving faces of her girlfriends only a few feet away.
"Oh, no... Carol! Sarah! I-I... I can explain! I can!" she blurted, her face as red as the animal's fast-disappearing taper. "You don't understand! It's not the way it looks!"
CHAPTER FIVE
The silence was truly, as the cliche goes, deafening... Sarah and Carol were standing a few feet away from their girlfriend as she hurriedly dressed, glistening dog-cum still dripping from her naked vagina. Sarah eyed the dog contemptuously... who was he to suddenly thrust himself into their long-planned holiday and turn it into a sordid nightmare!
"Uh, Sarah... " Carol was plainly staring at the big German shepherd as well, and he was returning their suspicious glances with a rumbling growl from deep in his muscled chest. "... Could this dog be from the cabin we found. Or what was left of it?"
Alice was into her panties now and her skirt was nearly buttoned. Amazingly, her composure was almost back to normal and she could look her friends in the eye without shame or humiliation... why should she be ashamed? They were the ones who were spying on her like a couple of dark-alley voyeurs! They should apologize! "What's this about a cabin?" she asked calmly and matter-of-factly, as if nothing had come between them.
Sarah stared at her friend in absolute astonishment. How could she take this so calmly! She forced herself to answer the question. "That's where the glow came from... it's only a mile or so away. There's nothing left but smoldering ruins. If there was anyone in it, they were burned to ashes. But we did find the bodies of a dead female dog and a couple of puppies."
Rex looked up comprehendingly at his new mistress, his eyes mirroring the emotion he somehow felt. "You understand, don't you, Rex?" Alice asked him softly. "And I guess I do too now... that was your family, wasn't it? Your mate and pups... and maybe your master inside that burning cabin. Oh, lover, no wonder there's such hurt in your beautiful brown eyes. Sarah! Carol! That was Rex's home, I'm sure of it... he turned up here this morning all cut up and filthy. He must have been there when it happened! Oh, let's go there now., .we have to find out if anyone was in that cabin!"
"We planned to return anyway, Alice," replied Sarah coldly. "We came back to get; the shovels and dig some graves. Then we'll cut short our hike and head for the ranger station near Grandview. Maybe no one saw the fire but us... Besides, I don't feel much like continuing now anyway. Not after... well, that's not important. We'll be at the campsite, Alice, when you're dressed. And try to hurry, okay?" Both girls turned as one and began the long climb upward to the two small tents, leaving Alice and her newly-found lover alone once again.
"Well, lover, it looks like we're in for some hard times. You, because your family is gone and me... well, because I never could resist a good-looking male! C'mon, let's get this over with!"
* * *
There was a faint wisp of smoke still rising from the smoldering ashes when they all finally arrived back at Diamondback Ridge, and everywhere the peculiar acrid smell of burnt wood. Or was it scorched flesh? The three girls pondered the grisly possibility that human beings could have died in this rubble... that underneath the scorched and blackened timbers might lie the bacon-crisp corpse of Rex's master. Or even a whole family!
"Let's get the dogs buried," said Sarah, her face pale from the knotted revulsion she felt in her belly. "The sooner we get out of here, the better! There's no point in digging around in those ashes... if anything is there to be found, the professionals could do a better job."
"Give me the shovel," insisted Alice. "I'll dig the grave for Rex's family. You two ought to look around in the woods in case somebody crawled away from this godawful mess. It doesn't look likely, but there might be a survivor somewhere nearby."
Sarah nodded her assent, obviously annoyed that she had not thought to search the nearby forest herself. "Let's go, Carol," she said officiously. "You start that way and we'll meet half-way around. Check every tree for at least a couple of hundred feet into the woods and keep your eyes open." She hurried into the dense Appalachian forest, anxious to be as far as possible from those ruins .. and from Alice and her precious dog-lover! There was a churning nausea still kicking around in the pit of her belly as she vainly tried to expunge the memory of her girlfriend and that animal lying there so lewdly in the throes of bestial fornication!
Sarah shook her head and mumbled to herself under her breath. Alice was a bit wild, she knew that. And sure, they were always having light-hearted arguments about sex and boys and such, but that was all in fun. and now this! Why, this was... criminal! Alice could be sent to prison for what she did! Or more probably, to a mental institution!
Sarah glanced anxiously behind her to be certain neither of the other girls could see her -- tears trickled from the comers of her eyes and she dabbed them quickly away with her shirtsleeve. It had been a long time since she thought of her older cousin Arnold... maybe it was the stunning luridness of Alice's performance that brought it all back to her mind. Or maybe she was simply due for another losing bout with her memory... this was something even Alice and Carol knew nothing about. It was her private innermost secret... God, how she had ached to tell them, to tell someone, but the words just never came. In her jumble of past and recent memories, she could almost see the two vile moments as one... her best girl friend's downfall just and her own five years ago! "Sex!" she cursed aloud. "Damn sex! Damn all of it!"
Her tears flowed like water from a spring now and she felt so violently sick inside that she was afraid she would collapse if she took another step. Sarah looked around hurriedly for a clear spot in the forest undergrowth and sat down, her head on her knees.
Five years ago, almost to the day, and now the lurid memory was still as clear as the mountain air... !
"Sarah, why don't you and Arnie walk down to the old mill... I'm sure he'd like to see it," suggested her father with a tone that implied that he expected immediate obedience. Thirteen year old Sarah Carter nodded grudgingly and tucked the last of her ham sandwich into a clean pocket of Her wind-breaker. Arnold's parents, her mother's brother and his wife had been in Johnsonville only twenty-four hours in the past five years. Uncle Arnold Senior worked for a shoe factory in Ohio, and his business kept him from returning often to the South. For all Sarah cared, they could have stayed in Ohio... this was the weekend for the Girl Scouts Jamboree at Camp Haya-Le-Wa, but she had to come on an ol' picnic with a bunch of people she hardly knew! And Arnie, ugh, was the worst of the lot!
He was fifteen and gangly, like most boys his age, and Sara could hardly stand to be around him. His Ohio accent was irritating to her Dixie-bred ears, and he smelled of cheap barber-shop cologne and dirty socks. "Sure, Dad... then can we go home? I could still make the Jamboree if... "
"Sarah! There will be no more such talk!" interjected her mother. "I did not raise my daughter to be a poor hostess. Where are your manners, child!?"
"Yes, Ma'am... I'm sorry," she said glumly. "Let's go, Arnie... I'll show you the old mill. " Her older cousin stayed close behind her on the narrow footpath that led up to the ruins of the old Johnson mill, one of the Johnson family's few unprofitable ventures. Even this ancient place made money at one time, though, for Sherman himself ordered a column of men to bum it during the Civil War. Now it was just a pile of mossy stones overgrown with weeds. Not much to see at any time, and especially with Arnie tagging along. Twice on the trail he slipped, or at least claimed to. The first time, Sarah dismissed it as nothing, but the second time was a bit much. He muttered a brazen "damn!" and bumped against her on the downhill part of the trek, seemingly unable to right himself without touching her behind. "Please Arnie... I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't paw me!"
"Ha! That's a laugh! You've been giving me the eye ever since I arrived!" he said with haughty teenage arrogance. "I know what's on your mind, baby. And I'm just the man to show you what you're looking for!"
"You're crazy! I never even looked at you except when I was told to! You... you pimple-face! You make me sick! I'd never go for anybody who looked as ugly as you do!"
"Ugly, huh?" he repeated through clenched teeth. If his pride was wounded, he showed no signs of it, and he grabbed her upper arms in his hands and pulled her hard against his chest. 'Til show you, you little stuck-up bitch! You think just because your old man is a big shot that it makes your ass something special! Well, sister, it ain't!"
"Don't use words like that with me, Arnie! I'm going back to the picnic right now... and when my father hears what you said, you're really gonna get it!"
"Oh yeah? Well, just a minute and I'll give you something really good to tell him!" he held her firmly against his chest and kissed her full on the lips. She spluttered her refusal but he was stronger. His tongue snaked between her teeth as he ground his eager teenage pelvis against her hips and belly. "Hey, baby, you're a good kisser! Been getting a lot of practice, I'll bet, in somebody's back seat! And look at them titties! I'll be damn... you 're getting 'em kind of early, ain't you?"
Sarah was wearing a skirt and a thin, short-sleeved sweater of pink wool, which her cousin yanked easily over her face. "Stop it! Leave me alone, Arnie, or I'll tell Daddy!" she screamed, nearly in hysterics now.
"You'll tell nobody nothing, cunt! I know why my parents are here... it's about Grandaddy Robertson's estate. And your father needs my parents' cooperation to get this land handled the way he wants. He ain't gonna listen to any far-fetched stories you come up with... especially when I tell my old man that they're a pack of lies. I'll tell him you just lured me back here to get at my prick!! That you made a grab for my dick the minute we were out of their sight!"
"Nobody will believe you, Arnie! It's a lie! A lie! " His passion stirred now into a flame that scorched his lust-tightened loins, Arnie reached behind the young teenager and unhooked her brassiere. Her firm girlish breasts spilled free, capped with the tiniest of soft pink nipples. Grunting his eagerness, he lowered his face to her breasts and hungrily sucked at one small soft bud until it hardened involuntarily in his mouth. "Nice tits, baby! Nice tits!" he sputtered around the pliant pink flesh of her nipples.
"Oh, p-please, Arnie, p-please, don't... " Her voice had lost its tone of self-assured arrogance now and was nothing more than a hopeful whimper. "P-Please, don't... Please!"
"Stop playing games, cunt! You and I both know you want my prick so bad you can taste it! Hey, that's an idea!" he chortled. "You can taste it! I haven't had a good blow job in weeks!" With hardly any expended effort, he pushed her down onto the ground. Sarah lay there gasping with fright, her naked young teenage breasts rising and falling with her short anguished breathing. He straddled her there on the ground and, as she watched in hypnotic amazement, unzipped his trousers and pulled his long, slender cock out into the sunlight! It was white with tiny blue veins, and, as she looked on, he squeezed it in his palm and eased back the fleshy foreskin until the purplish grotesque knob of his penis-head was exposed. It seemed to be staring at her with its one eye, a tear of semen oozing from one comer. Before Sarah, in her thirteen year old naivete, could even grasp what was happening, he had moved forward so that his burgeoning glans was right at the rim of her frightfully quivering lips! "Open your mouth and suck it, cousin!" he spat down at her vengefully. He'd show her she was no better than any other slut... he'd show her good!
"Arnie, please, this is filthy! PI...!" But before she could finish her tearful protestation, he had shoved his rigid cock-shaft into her mouth until the blood-engorged head hammered lewdly against the back of her virginal throat.
"Suck it, cunt! Suck it like you do for all them rich boy friends! Suck it until I shoot off in your mouth... until it's all gone down your country-club throat!"
Take that awful thing in her mouth? -- she had to or choke to death! He outweighed her by a good fifty pounds and was sitting on her besides! She had no choice! Sarah was forced to suck his vile penis until, like he ordered, it spurted a burning liquid into her mouth and down her throat! Oh Dear God'! She'd have to swallow that stuff! She'd heard the older girls talking about it, so she knew what to expect... but Jesus! no, not like this! Not this way ! Sex was something almost sacred, something to be waited for, like marriage, not to be given away out here incestuously with this disgusting maniac!
Sarah wiped her eyes and glanced back at the trail once again to be certain neither Carol or Alice was watching. She could not stand girls who cried all the time and she felt disgusted with herself for acting this way... but it was the memory of that summer afternoon that set her off. Her cousin had made good his promise -- he did empty that filthy thing of his down her throat, nearly choking her to death as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the pungent seething creamy liquid that spurted out' of his balls and into her belly. Even now it made her sick to think of it, though usually she could simply force the memory out of her mind if she tried hard enough. She had never told anyone of that awful afternoon, not a soul. ,. how could she? Who could she bear to share such a horrible shameful secret with? There was no one she would trust with the awesome weight of this lewd memory, so she bore it alone. And now, today, it was all brought back with stunning clarity by .the salacious spectacle of her girlfriend with... that animal!
"Oh Alice, Alice... how could you do such a thing?" she moaned aloud, her head buried in her hands.
"Hey Pa, lookie here! We done found ourselves a city girl!" Sarah leapt to her feet and spun around... there were two men with shotguns close behind her! And that was no look of southern hospitality on their faces... it was the same evil mask of unbridled lust that her cousin Arnie had worn that afternoon five years ago!
She bolted like a frightened doe, but the younger man was far quicker. He stuck out a greasy-trousered leg and sent her sprawling onto the ground with a cry of pain and surprise. Suddenly, there was a shout from the forest, and, as both men swung their loaded shotguns onto the narrow, overgrown trail, Carol burst into the clearing, out of breath and afraid. "Sarah! What is it? What's wrong? I heard... " But then she knew why her girlfriend had cried out. Too late to run now, she had blundered literally into their clutches. The older man, bearded and with long grimy gray hair spotted with dirt from days of camping and hunting, grabbed her around the waist with surprising strength, one hand squeezing her breast crudely. "Leave me alone, you animal! Take your hands off of me! I'll have you arrested and put away for good! I mean it!"
"Hoo-eee, Pa, looks like you done caught yourself a spunky one!" bellowed the stocky younger hillbilly. "She's gonna take some breakin' in, ain't she, Pa?"
The older man laughed sinisterly and Carol could smell the heavy scent of cheap whiskey, probably moonshine, even above the acrid stench of his unwashed clothes and body. He did not bother to give his son an answer, but instead spun the slender blonde around with effortless ease and slammed her roughly against the closest pine. The younger man had Sarah by the belt of her jeans, his shotgun only inches from her neck, and there was nothing she could do as the old grizzled mountain man pulled his razor-sharp skinning knife from its leather sheath and pressed it tightly against the blonde's cheek.
"Yessiree, you're a purty littfun, honey," he wheezed on liquored breath into Carol's face and then eased the knife point down her neck, leaving a thin trail of scratched flesh that oozed a drop of blood in several places. He hooked the top button of her shirt with the point of his sharp slender knife and twisted it until it popped free. The tops of her high, firm breasts were visible now and his eyes noticeably widened in eager anticipation.
"P-Please, don't!" Carol's voice had lost its commanding tone now and was hardly more than a pleading whine. It was obvious what this disgusting old man wanted
and there was nothing she could do! She thought of yelling for Alice, but what could her girl friend hope to accomplish against these armed men? Even with that huge dog she seemed so fond of, there was no hope against their loaded shotguns! These men were certainly outlaws of some sort -- escaped convicts? Moonshiners living alone up in these empty mountains? Oh why, why, had they ever come to these God-forsaken hills? Why?
The older man ran the point of his knife down between her breasts, scratching the delicate white flesh, and then hooked the second button and cut it free with a skillful twist of his blade -- he obviously was no amateur with a knife, and Carol could feel already the hot slash of his blade in her belly if she dared to resist him... she was hopelessly his! Whatever he wanted of her was his for the taking! Anything at all! All her Daddy's money was nothing to these vicious savages... she was on her own for the first time in her life! Really on her own!
He gingerly parted the halves of her half opened blouse to get a better look at her breasts. "Hey boy, look at them titties! Ain't they just about th'purtiest you ever did see?" The gray-haired man laughed raucously at his own shallow humor and his son quickly joined him, slapping his knees in near-hysteria.
"Hoo-ee, Pa! Git them-clothes offn her and let's see what thu' rest o'her looks like! I bet she's got a twat sweeter'n a rose, huh?"
The older hillbilly traced the curves of her bare breasts with his knife point as Carol stood, shaking convulsively with fear and revulsion, too terrified to move lest his blade leave her scarred forever... or dead!
He reached out with his empty hand and ripped open the rest of her blouse, popping the buttons off to join the others at her feet. His knife blade cut an arc through the air and pointed off to Carol's left. "See that log?"
Carol turned her head slowly, suspecting a trick and half-ready to feel the slash of steel through flesh. There was a fallen tree about twenty feet away. She nodded, "Y-Yes... "
"Well, hunnie, I wanna see yor' bare ass over it befor'n I count ten, ya hear?" Before she could answer, the slender half-naked blonde screamed in horror as she saw the gleaming knife blade suddenly slash downward, then parry and twist. She looked down fearfully, fully expecting to see a gush of her own blood... but instead, there was the suntanned nakedness of her flat belly. He had cut her jeans open with just the point of his knife!
"That could'a been yor' guts, hunnie... now move!" He gave her a shove that sent her sprawling, and the curvaceous blonde struggled to hold her jeans up with one hand and keep herself on her feet with the other. Again he pushed her roughly and Carol found herself up against the fallen tree. It came nearly to her waist and when the grizzled hillbilly grabbed her long blonde hair and knotted it between his fingers in one painful jerk, she was quickly doubled over the huge log and forced to let go of her jeans. He grabbed the denim trousers and yanked them down over her out-thrust buttocks until they were below her knees. She heard a lewd whistle of admiration and its echo from the younger man and then the cold steel of his blade against her back. Carol held her breath and awaited the worst... but death was not what the man had on his mind, at least not now. Pain, maybe, but only the kind of pain his lust-hardened cock, horny and aching from three weeks in the woods hunting illegal deer, could give! He cut away her panties with the razor-sharp knife and pulled the ripped pieces away from the quivering flesh of her naked buttocks.
"Uh huh, you shor' got a nice lookin' ass on ya! Goddamn nice!" Her buttocks were totally exposed to him, as well as to Sarah and his son, and Carol felt her skin crawl under his lewdly appraising stare, then the even more disgusting feel of his touch
his fingers were actually on her naked buttocks, and he held her firmly positioned with the still-knotted tangle of blonde hair his right hand gripped painfully, so tightly that she felt it would come out by the roots from her scalp!
"Awright, you sweet thing, git ready for a real man... I ain't been laid in nigh on a month and I'm hot and horny! Git that sweet ass o'youm ready!" He was bared suddenly from his waist to his knees as he jerked open his dirty, blood-stained trousers with his free hand. With his grubby, dirty-nailed fingers, he affectionately fondled the potent weapon he was about to use on this naked city girl... the full, lust engorged shaft of his cock! He could feel the ache for her throbbing up and out his swollen balls -- he'd been so long without a woman that his cock actually hurt! He looked down at her naked, squirming ass-cheeks as she wriggled and jerked in a futile exertion aimed at freeing herself, but her writhing only made the anticipation that much greater as he stared down at the pink fleshy folds of her vagina... they seemed to him to be mouthing a silent invitation... fuck, fuck me!
Carol was sobbing hysterically, moaning and pleading for this cruel man to let her go free. But his only reply was to tighten his painful grip on her naked shoulders and chuckle with sadistic delight at her utter vulnerability.
Sarah watched helplessly as her girl friend was subjected to this most vile and degrading of humiliations... poor Carol was going to be raped and there was nothing she could do! The younger man was holding her with one hand and his shotgun with the other, and she could do nothing but stand silently by while Carol was savagely ravished by this sex-hungry madman!
The mountain man was about to shove the passion bloated head of his immense, unwashed cock up into the pink quivering slit of her teenage vagina when another notion instead crossed his simple mind. His brow wrinkled and furrowed with the intensity of unaccustomed thoughts... Sure! Why not! He'd fuck her in the ass! He'd always wanted to do that but none of the womenfolk around Sutter's Valley would let him... sodomy they called it! Just like the heathens that God destroyed in Sodom and Gomorrah! And now was his chance to see what it was really like
her sweet tail wrapped around his prick! Christ! He could hardly wait... !
His eyes seemed drawn magnetically to the tightly puckered little hole of her anus, all clenched shut and nakedly shivering in the young girl's abject fright. The wicked, God-forbidden pleasure of her tight little anal opening was his for the taking... and goddamnit, he was gonna take it!
With the humiliatingly bared young teenager crying in pitiful supplication, the grizzled hillbilly lewdly drew the bulbous purplish head of his cock up through the lightly hair-fringed slit of her cunt. Carol screamed in horror as she felt his vile hardness at the very lips of her vagina, and she struggled vainly to clench her pussy shut and keep him out somehow. Ironically, her very movements made his task easier, for, as she consciously squeezed tight the muscles of her invitingly-displayed vagina, her exertions spread wider the soft supple cheeks of her buttocks, relaxing for one fateful instant the muscle-clenched tightness of her anus. The sadistic man saw his chance, and with a grunt, he thrust the tip of his enormous cock up between the pink, tight lips of her rectal opening. His blood-engorged glans entered with a popping noise, the taut bands of muscle closing again with near-painful strength around the distended head of his thick fleshy cock. Her rectal lips held him like a tiny, ravenous mouth and he moaned with pleasure at the thrill-giving ecstasy of ravishing this innocent girl's helpless rectum.
"Oh God, no! Not there! Stop! Noooo!" Carol shrieked as she felt the sadistic man's thickened cock ram up into her tight virginal anus. This couldn't be happening! It had to be some terrible nightmare!
"Man, she's somethin sweet, boy! Like fuckin' a twelve y'ar old!" The older man's son laughed moronically, his eyes wide at the sight of his Pa's wetly glistening cock, blue-veined and heavy, poked between the temptingly splayed cheeks of the naked blonde's buttocks. He was eager to get at the girl he held with his left hand, but this was too good to miss! He could wait, he decided, 'cause this black-haired beauty with the big tits wasn't going nowhere! He looked away from his father and the salaciously bared nudity of the good-looking blonde and gazed down appreciatively at the twin surges of femininity that lay beneath the brunette's shirt, her large firm breasts straining at the thin fabric.
He leaned his shotgun against a tree on his right side and tore open Sarah's shirt with one jerk of his wrists. Her large white breasts spilled out, still partly concealed by her brassiere, but he slipped his own skinning knife from its sheath and deftly cut the nylon straps with a quick upward parry that allowed the soft womanly mounds of her breasts to leap into the open. Sarah shook like she was in the midst of a fever, her whole body convulsing with her shame and resignation... she knew she was going to be raped, no matter what! She thought, as she had thought many times, of crying out for Alice... but what good would it do? If these animals knew she was around, they'd only capture her too. No, their only hope was that somehow Alice would slip away for help. That might take a day or more, and Sarah knew there might be a whole afternoon and night of this carnal plundering before she could return with help. She'd be a virgin no more, she thought now with icy fear and numbness dazing her mind. These horrible, filthy men would have poked their vile male organs into every single orifice in her helpless body. God, how could she ever live with such memories? Or worse still
would she even be alive when Alice returned with help?
Alice had responded to the first audible cry of anguish and pain from Carol, dropping the camp shovel beside the single grave she had dug for Rex's mate and two pups. They were lying peacefully now in eternal repose, and the grave was nearly covered over when she heard her girl friend's agonized scream of pain. She first thought it might have been a rattler, though they had yet to see any snakes at all in these mountains, but something instinctively triggered an alarm in the cautious core of her inner consciousness, and she stopped short of racing down through the forest to where the scream seemed to come from.
"Wait Rex... stay!" she whispered as loudly as she dared. "You stay right beside me, understand? Don't move unless I do, okay?" The big handsome animal looked deeply into his new mistress's eyes and seemed to show a flicker of understanding; in any case, he did not race on ahead but stuck close by her heels as she moved stealthily from tree to tree. Alice felt guilty for taking her time, for if Carol or Sarah had been bitten by some poisonous snake, every second would count. She moved as quickly as she dared, and when she heard the first faint sounds of voices -- male voices! -- she knew her suspicions had not been groundless.
There had been a nagging doubt about all the last hour's events in the back of her mind, and now the pieces were starting to fit together
Rex's sudden appearance, obviously frightened and exhausted, his strange grazing wound on the top of his head, the burning cabin with no signs of life, and now this! These men, and she was certain she could hear at least two voices now as they laughed at some joke between them, had to be the cause of all this. It was all tied together somehow, of that she was certain. She edged closer and closer and could hear the anguished sobs of someone crying... Carol!... Alice felt a shiver race along her spine. There was evil here, a thick, pervasive evil that shrouded these woods like a killer smog. Only this was no man-made pollution... this was the evil of man himself!
There was a dense thicket of mountain rhododendron between her and the voices, and Alice could only manage an occasional glimpse of what was happening by lying flat on her belly against the ground and looking through the clearer parts of the thick foliage near the earth. She could see now that there were two men, both of them filthy and stained with something that looked like animal blood... they had shotguns, at least, two that she could see. But what was the older one doing? He had his back to her... she crawled a few feet over for a better look and nearly gave herself away with the barely-stifled gasp of horror that erupted from her throat... he was raping Carol, screwing her up the anus like some two-dollar whore!
Alice fought the instinctive urge to rush into the clearing and claw that horrid man's eyes out of his face, but she knew that would be a futile, probably fatal, gesture of stupidity. Rex was starting to sense her anger and her fear and he was growling with obvious intent -- something was bothering his mistress and he would eliminate it or die trying! He nosed close to the earth and peered under the rhododendron. Suddenly, - his growls intensified and Alice had to clamp her hand over his nose like a muzzle. "Shh... don't let them hear us, Rex!" He had obviously recognized them and her suspicions were confirmed... they had something to do with the burning of that cabin and the murder of anyone who was in it. They were clearly desperate men and she would have to plan her next move carefully.
Going for help was out of the question -- it would be well after nightfall before she could reach the ranger station and Sarah and Carol might easily be dead before she could get back with the sheriffs men. No, she was on her own -- just her and Rex -- she had to find some way to help her girlfriends, and she had to find it quick! One sweeping blow that would turn the tables on those two armed men. But what? And how? There was a faint notion echoing around in the back of her mind... it was a long shot, but what other chance did she have?
"C'mon, Rex, we have our work cut out for us," she whispered, but the huge German shepherd refused to stir... he wanted his revenge and he wanted it now! Just four or five bounding leaps and his teeth would be sunk into the neck of one of those men who killed his family and tried to kill him! Sure, he'd die in the attempt himself, but what did it matter... !
Rex turned his huge head and gazed longingly at his new human mistress, remembering their all-too-brief lovemaking back beside that stream, and painfully, he found the will to obey her. He would follow her because he loved her, but he still had to exact his bloody vengeance the only way he knew... the way of the wilderness!
Silently, he trotted along behind this kind and loving human, but still there burned that fire in his heart... he was tom between obedience and revenge!
"Oh God, you're ripping me open! Aaaaawwww... p-please!" Carol gasped as the viciously-skewering thickness of the mountain man's heavy, blood-bloated cock bored relentlessly up into the tight, constrictive passage of her rectum. Like a red-hot poker, his cock-shaft skewered her mercilessly until, with a thudding slap of sperm-laden testicles against nakedly-quivering cuntal flesh, the hillbilly was stuffed to the hair-matted hilt between her bare buttocks cheeks. She squirmed and writhed like a gigged frog, but he was too deeply inside her now to be pushed out... he had her helplessly impaled on his immensely-stiffened cock! The gray-haired man threw his head back and let out a rebel yell that echoed endlessly across the forested valley into the distance. He was grunting and spluttering now like a sex-maddened bull, and he was mounting the hapless naked blonde teenager like she was some heifer in heat! He shoved and pushed his massive lust-hardened penis far up into her desecrated rectal channel, wallowing and moaning in the luxurious passion-stirring tightness of her tight anal grip around his cock.
Carol's pain was so intense, so insanely searing that she could not even cry out... every punishing, deeply-reaming thrust of his lust-thickened hardness seemed to rip through her whole body. She was certain that soon the grotesquely-bloated head of his cock would come bursting into her throat and mouth! Her eyes reeled in their sockets and strange, unnatural guttural wailings came from her throat as she managed to turn her head enough to see her girl friend. Gone was any concern with shame or humiliation... nothing mattered but this killing pain between the firm pliant cheeks of her violated buttocks!
Sarah could almost forget about this crude, foul-smelling hillbilly who was hungrily fingering her large breasts as she watched the older man savagely fornicate poor Carol right up her rectum! She heard a sudden change in the gray-haired man's grunting whine, and she turned her attention to him just in time to see his eyes clench shut and a smile of satisfaction cross his food-stained lips. He thrust one last deep skewering plunge up into the hotly clinging depths of the naked girl's rectum that brought a cry of abject anguish from her pain-contorted lips.
Carol convulsed spasmodically and a great wail of shame passed out of her quivering, parched lips as she felt the surging flood of his vile, seething sperm gush in a thick tide of lust into the very pit of her belly. Again and again he shivered out his viscous load until her rectum sloshed with the warm, balm-like liquid of his sexual discharge. Carol's last thought before his immensely rigid penis suddenly went limp and rubbery was that, at least, his creamy seminal fluid offered some blessed soothing relief to the bruised and bloodied walls of her rectal passage. He pulled out of her with a painful plop! and left her there doubled over the log, useless to him now that his rampant lust was spent at last.
Carol let herself slide around the curve of the huge log, her knees too weak with shame and humiliation to support her weight, and, as she collapsed in a sobbing heap there on the earth, she heard Sarah's cry of futile opposition as the younger woodsman ripped open her skin-tight jeans!
CHAPTER SIX
Alice had thrown aside the wooden stick she first used to stir through the ashes and burned timbers of the cabin -- the ruins were cooled now, except for an occasional hot spot, and she could rummage among the burned wood and relics with ease, except for the lingering awareness that she might come in contact with charred human flesh. But she had pushed that thought from her mind in favor of a more pleasant one... mountain people always had guns and pistols around. Surely, there should be one, at least, in the ashes of this cabin, unless it was hopelessly burned to molten metal.
Beneath the top layer of wood and ashes, she found a surprising array of reasonably-intact household belongings. Obviously, she surmised, the cabin had burned quickly and fiercely, falling in on itself and covering everything with a thick powdery carpet of ashes and cinders, much like the ruins of Pompeii. She felt her heart quicken at the prospect of success... Alice had never felt such surging vengeful hatred before and it frightened her. She knew she could kill both of those men if they pushed her, shoot them through the chest and never think twice for what they had done to Carol. And for what they would do to her if they found her. Her father had dragged her along somewhat unwillingly a few times to his frequent practice shooting at the Johnsonville Hunt Club. He had insisted that she learn how to shoot a rifle and a pistol, and, though she had hated every second of such silliness then, she was grateful now beyond words! If only she could find a workable weapon, she'd show those greasy hillbillies they couldn't take advantage of her and her friends just because they were girls!
Sarah knew she was going to be raped! This most foul of crimes was actually going to happen to her! It was something she had never given much thought to, not since that awful incident with her cousin, for, like airplane crashes and muggings, one always assumes it will happen to someone else... but not to you! And now it was going to happen, and at the hands of these two filthy, drunken, nasty-smelling hillbillies!
Somehow, she set her mind against the inevitable, triggering an autonomous unconsciousness deep in her mind that was now directing her thoughts and movements like a robot. It was someone else whose clothes were being savagely yanked off; it was another girl who was being stripped to complete nakedness by these lust-crazed woodsmen. Only by struggling to shut her mind to the horrifying, disgusting reality of what was happening to her could she hope to survive... they could take her body, possess it, but they would never get into her mind! She would fight them at the last barrier she could defend; whatever they did to her, she would live to spit in their faces. She was convinced of this and, with this conviction, she was sure she could make it!
It was not until the older man staggered into the woods and returned with a coil of rope that the two girls realized they had blundered right into their illicit camp. He took another gulping swallow from a fresh quart jar of moonshine and proceeded to tie Carol's hands and ankles, then bound them together so that she could neither stand or sit. She offered him no resistance, grateful as she was to be left alone with her shame and disgrace. It didn't even bother her now that she was still naked and that they could see all of her teenage body. She Wanted nothing more than to be rid of them, rid of this humiliation... even at the merciful hands of death itself if need be!
"Now boy, I reckon you're 'bout ready for some o'this littl'un with th' big titties, huh?" the grizzled woodsman said with a look of cold hateful lust in his eyes. He was standing in front of Sarah, looking down at her bustiness and at the sparse "vee" of dark hair where her jeans were ripped open. She was looking down at the ground between her feet, her whole body quivering feverishly, and she noticeably twitched as he coarsely rubbed his fingertips over her nipples, then squeezed her large breasts tightly, one in each grubby hand until finally she cried out in pain. "That's better, girl... me and my boy here like a little spunk. Ain't nuthin' worse than fuckin' a cunt what don't wiggle and cuss a mite, right boy?"
"Hoo-ee, you said it, Pa!" The lanky hillbilly was fumbling with his belt, excitedly getting out of his grimy trousers, his eyes not leaving the young brunette's ample breasts for an instant. Hell, he could practically taste 'em already!
"Git on with it, boy
I'll keep an eye on th' other 'un!"
Sarah opened her eyes and moaned at the sight that greeted them... the filthy young woodsman was naked! She gasped in horrified amazement at the first glimpse of his surging manhood. This close, it looked even bigger than the older man's vile sex-weapon... it was huge and it shot upward with its blood-stiffened rigidity aimed right at her!
He grabbed her with both hands and drew her roughly against him, his wet, liquor-scented Ups clamped tightly over hers. His tongue pushed between her clenched teeth and probed hungrily the inner recesses of her mouth. She could taste his unwashed pungency and that familiar knotting of nausea returned to her belly... it was Arnie all over again, only a thousand times worse! She gave one last thought to the prospects of escape and abandoned them... there was no hope, none at all!
"I ain't quite so crude as my of man," he whispered leeringly. "I done had eight y'ars o' schoolin' and I likes to do thangs diffrently, baby... you'll see. I'll have you hotter'n a far-cracker a'fore I fuck ya, gawd-damn!" Sarah was shivering with dreadful anticipation, unable to blank her thoughts to what awaited hex, and was only half-aware of his hands coursing down along her sides to the curvaceous flare of her hips. She felt a tug and her jeans were down around her ankles, along with her sheer panties. "Step out'a them." She complied with a tearful sob -- she was naked now, completely and utterly naked and she stood there in abject terror, eyes closed, as she could hear him down dose to her feet, his breath coming in short gasping lungfuls.
"Attaboy... I should'a thought o'that myself! Nuthin' better'n eatin' a little pussy!" Sarah tensed with fear at the sound of the older man's drunken words; she was familiar with those obscene words and what they meant. Sometimes she'd overhear a couple of boys boasting about their sexual prowess and they'd use those same names... God, he was going to put his tongue and lips there! There between her naked thighs!
Had her eyes been open, she would have seen him suddenly thrust his head out and plant a wet, drooling kiss on the base of her tiny round belly, inches below her navel. She shivered from the sudden lewd contact and jerked away, nearly losing her balance, but his arms snaked around her smoothly rounded hips and pulled her pussy mound tightly against his face. His tongue darted into the pink warmth of her vagina, spreading the soft lips and parting the sparse pussy curls in one swift motion. Sarah let' out a cry of revulsion as his tongue brushed over the tiny node-like bud of her clitoris and she leaped backward, falling completely off balance and sprawling onto the ground, the hillbilly's hands still around her hips in a struggling tangle of flesh and limbs.
He took advantage of her momentary confusion and spread her thighs open with his hands, his mouth watering with expectation, and placed his thumbs against the soft fleshy lips of her cringing cunt. She tried to squirm away, but suddenly the old man was looming over her, standing above her head and grinning down at her voluptuous nakedness, his shotgun across the crook of his arm. "I reckon you'd better be still, littl'un, a'for you gets hurt!"
Sarah lay still, her humiliation beyond all belief, as he dragged the resilient hair-fringed lips of her cunt apart with his thumbs, exposing the moist pink slit between them to his merciless gaze. He watched it greedily for a few seconds, and then grunted like a pig at the trough as he dropped his head and stuffed the tip of his long wet tongue up between the throbbing walls of her pussy! She jerked instinctively from the shocking contact against her private, cuntal flesh and a soulful moan of debasement escaped from deep in her chest as her buttocks ground futilely into the soft earth in a vain attempt to escape this lascivious assault on her naked loins.
"Oh God... Oh God!... " she chanted in a mindless litany of humiliation, her head flailing helplessly from side to side on the ground as this stranger's tongue probed wetly and ravenously up into the lewdly splayed lips of her cunt. Wave after wave of gut-tearing nausea swept over her and a fresh new sickening disgust as she realized in the deepest most secret part of her thoughts that she could feel the faintest tinglings of involuntary pleasure building between her vulgarly spread thighs. She hated herself for it, even more than she hated this man; she hated a million years of masochistic womanhood that made her vulnerable to his lewdly inciting assault! He was arousing her against her will and she was powerless to stop it!
Dirty hands coursed up over the smooth roundish mound of her belly and grabbed cruelly at the jiggling globes of her nakedly dancing breasts, while his fingers rolled the tautening nipples painfully until they hardened under his coarse touch. He watched everything that was happening, taking in every wiggle, every squirm of her naked young body. She was a city girl, most likely rich, since she was out here camping when most girls would be holding down a job or raising a family
she was rich and that made her fair game for him. Twenty-five miserable years of scratching out a living from these barren hills or plugging a few illegal deer to fill the empty gaps, and now he had this spoiled luscious girl completely at his mercy. God! He'd fuck her all right! But first, he'd make her beg him for it!
His mouth and tongue worked frenetically, like a ravenously hungry animal between her thighs, as he watched her eagerly for the first telltale sign that she was surrendering. She'd give in sooner or later
no woman could take much of this without going out of her mind! She'd surrender and then she'd beg him for his cock and grovel like the rutting she-bitch she was, goddamn her!
Sarah faintly heard a muffled phrase from somewhere above her, a grunt of acknowledgement from the young hillbilly, and, suddenly, he brought his hands down and pushed them up and under the backs of her knees so that her legs splayed widely outward. Chuckling under his panting breath, he lifted and pushed her legs up and then backward until the crinkly pink tips of her nipples were smashed under her own knees... her whole lewdly naked cuntal furrow was clearly displayed to his leering eyes! He laughed evilly and flicked the hard tip of his tongue into the tightly puckered hole of her anus. Sarah jerked convulsively at the jarring reminder of the anal ravishment that her girl friend had endured only minutes before. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and moaned in genuine anguish, her lips quivering at the wickedly perverse shivers that rippled through her tormented body. She fought to maintain control... she just couldn't give in to this drooling idiot! She could not let him lewdly incite her to passion as though she were some illiterate hillbilly whore!
She whimpered a pleading cry, desperately squirming her violated buttocks back and away from the hotly flicking tongue-tip that was laving hungrily at her tight-clenched anus. "P-Please... not there! Oh God, not there! P-Please... "
His retort came in the form of a sadistic chuckle from his puckered lips and even deeper tongue thrust up into the forbidden channel of her rectum!
Sarah groaned and felt the tears gush in a flood from her closed eyes as tiny goose bumps swept across her nakedly shivering flesh; her nipples pulsed and quivered in time with his wickedly-arousing tongue thrusts, and Sarah could sense, in horror, that she was fast losing the battle to retain control of her manipulated body. Every laving swipe and blatant jolt of his long hard tongue brought her closer and closer to abandoned lust. Her buttocks began to jerk back against the darting heat of his tongue as her hips rotated in an unconscious movement all their own... helpless ecstatic shivers of wanton sensation rippled through her cruelly desecrated body.
"No... No! No!" she screamed again and again, her face contorted with the inner torment that threatened to consume her in a raging holocaust of uncontrolled animalistic desire. She clenched her teeth and spat the words from her throat, but she could sense it was a losing fight... his tonguings between her nakedly splayed thighs were driving her insane with pure, savage passion! He could have been any man, young or old, and it would have made no difference... he could have even been Alice's bestial lover! Sarah cried out one. last time in this desperate contest, but there was no longer any resistance left... she was his! Her lewdly incited body suddenly jerked convulsively and began a shameless movement back against his laving tongue and lips. Wantonly, with utter abandon, the young voluptuous brunette moaned hungrily from deep in her chest... all these years of fear and hatred toward men for what they could do to her had culminated into this depraved display of mindless senseless arousal. And now, and now only, did Sarah know really what it was that made her so afraid of the males of this world... she was a smoldering coal-bed of passion waiting for a man to arouse her! Any man!
Sensing her full surrender, the mountain man grinned menacingly and thrust his wetly thick tongue deep up into the quivering furrow of her cunt again. Her softly curling pubic hairs grazed sensuously against his cheeks as she helplessly ground her naked buttocks in a slow abandoned movement up tightly against his face. He lewdly gloated over his prize... she had surrendered now, just like he knew she would, and now she was going to beg him for his pounding penis... beg him like a gutter slut! She was no rich girl now, just another cunt that needed the sexual satisfaction that only a man's cock can give!
Sarah squirmed and bucked under the maddening, teasing laving of his tongue and lips until she nearly broke her back with her wildly aroused writhings. Unconcerned with her shameful display of unrestrained lust, she raised her head enough to see his as he licked and tongued her smoldering pussy between her upraised thighs, and then she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him even harder against the fervently incited flesh of her pussy... she was going out of her mind with this newfound carnal desire!
Suddenly, he yanked his head from the restraining grip of her upturned thighs and kneeled over her, his eyes wide with the surge of sexual greed that swept up from his loins. Sarah felt extremely naked and uncomfortable, aware for the first time in several minutes that there three people watching her go mad with lustful frenzy... including her friend Carol!
Her girl friend had righted herself precariously and was on her knees, her arms bent stiffly back and her wrists bound to her ankles. Her strange position caused her bare breasts to be thrust out temptingly and her legs were slightly splayed, offering the light fringed "vee" of her pubic hair to the leering gaze of these two men. But Carol seemed not to even be aware of her own helplessness and her lewdly offered female genitals; her jaw hung slackly and she kept shaking her head from side to side. Was this the same Sarah she had known all these years? Could it be the same girl?
Sarah was snapped back to the reality of her own terrible plight by the naked hillbilly's harsh words. "I think you're good'n ready, honey... I'm gonna' fuck ya now like ya ain't never been fucked a'fore!" She tried to scream, to make her arms and legs propel her from this place, but she was numb! She lay helplessly, gasping for breath. It was all unreal that her mind was literally empty. How could she have let this happen... ?
The lanky young man crawled up and over her prostrate form and suddenly bit ravenously into the soft pliant flesh of her breast. She moaned in pitiful confusion, and attempted to squirm away, but his powerful grip on her thighs and hips kept her hopelessly pinned. "... 'Member whut I tol' ya... you gonna beg me real nice-like. You gonna beg me a'for I give it to ya!"
He positioned himself directly between her upturned thighs and dropped one hand to her shoulder as she lay there on the ground; the other went down between their sweating bodies and found the hard, throbbing pole of his cock. He eased his rigid penis up against the quivering pink slit of her vagina, using the rubbery, purplish head to spread the soft fleshy lips of her cuntal flesh. Sarah shuddered and moaned in utter humiliation and fright... it was going to happen, it really was! She was going to lose her virginity, not to her lover or husband, but to this drooling hillbilly lunatic! She dared not even breathe, but lay perfectly still, her heart pounding so hard in her chest that it seemed about to explode; beads of perspiration broke out over every inch of her curvaceous teenage body.
"Nooo, pleeeaassee!" she gasped, as she felt the stiff pressure of his cock-head against the tightly closed cleft of her vagina. And then the bulbous tip slipped between her pussy-lips, cruelly stretching the delicate flesh, already bruised from his ravenous tonguing and sucking, until she cried out again from the relentless pain. She managed to peer at him through half-closed eyes and she saw his face, a drooling grotesque mask of sadistic perversion... he was insane with heartless lust!
He eased another thickly throbbing inch into her cuntal slit, slipping between some pubic hairs where, just moments ago, his tongue had been. "Gawddam, yor' shor' tight, honey! Shit! I think yor' a... virgin! Hey Pa! I got me a vir-gin!"
The lanky hillbilly could scarcely believe his luck... she was cherry! Hell, the girls around Sutter's valley were all fuckin' before they were in their teens! Shit! Yeah, he had to fuck her good now!
Unable to hold back his rampant lust a second longer, he fell onto her naked body, smashing her upturned legs back against her breasts and shoving his hips forward with a deep, skewering thrust of his passion-incited cock that ripped through the meager fragile defenses of her maidenhead without a pause, tearing the soft moist flesh of her cuntal walls in a rippling wave of painful ravishment until finally, with a lewd smacking noise, his hairy, sperm-bloated balls slapped into the furrow of her nakedly offered buttocks!
"Unnnggghh!... Aaaaagggghhh!!" Sarah writhed like a pike had been shoved through her, her screams punctuated with gasping sobs as she struggled to breathe. God, she had lost her virginity just like that! One vicious, unfeeling thrust of his hardened cock and she was skewered right up to the pit of her quivering belly!
So tight was her cuntal grip that she could actually feel every dirty pore of his vile penis as it filled her completely like a huge fence post suddenly brutally rammed up between her thighs! She choked and moaned in constant searing pain as the lust-heated shaft of maleness sliced into her flesh like a hot knife through butter!
Tauntingly, glowering down at her, he left his blood-engorged cock buried to the hilt inside her impaled vagina and flexed his cock-shaft like a weight lifter would flex his biceps. "Big, ain't it?"
Sarah moaned with every agonizing jerk of his throbbing penis that was imbedded between her wide-splayed thighs. Never had she felt so shamed and abused... never!
"Now, beg for it, city-girl, lik' I said yo' would!" He tensed his cock again, settling the lust-bloated head of his cock a bit deeper into her violated belly.
Sarah fought with what little strength she had left to keep from doing this despicable thing... it was her one last remnant of self-respect and decency, and, to do what asked would mean she had nothing left! No honor, no innocence, nothing!
"Beg me, gawd-damn ya'! Beg for' my hillbilly prick, ya' snotty rich cunt! Beg!" He shoved his passion-bloated member deeper with every sneering word, but still she held her tongue.
He grabbed her shoulders tightly for leverage and stuffed his heavy-veined cock as deeply as he could between the widely-stretched fleshy lips of her vagina. "Beg, ya' fuckin' bitch! Beg!"
Sarah could stand it no more... one by one he had torn away her defenses and now she was helpless and naked... and his! "Fuck me... " she said softly, ashamed still that Carol was close enough to hear. "Louder, gawd-damn it, louder!"
"Fuck me... fuck me!" she gasped as he smashed into her with a fresh punishing thrust that seemed to reach all the way into her belly. She knew now that her utter subjugation was complete... she'd be fit for no decent man now! She was nothing but a slut, a whore! No, worse than a whore because she had given every last bit of her decency away to a savage sadistic man who cared not at all about her!
Suddenly his foul-tasting lips clamped wetly over her mouth an he began a slow rhythmic movement up between her thighs with his viciously-impaling cock. The marauding youth knew she was his now... he'd broken this high-falutin' city bitch! He felt the tight virginal passage of her cunt widening slightly with his every smooth punishing stroke as she groaned in helpless supplication beneath him. He had known all along that she was a real hot one, a over-sexed screamer just waiting for the right man. And hell if that wasn't him!
Despite her desperate struggle, Sarah's curvaceous body began to react as if it possessed a mind of its own. The fight was totally lost and her own flesh had betrayed her... her hips and buttocks were grinding upward now in a slow, working movement that left no doubt about her total subjugation. Her whole body twitched and writhed under him and she moaned an incessant whimper up into the pungent wetness of his mouth, suddenly shoving her tongue with complete and utter abandon into his throat. A steady, murmuring cry of passionate pleading issued from her chest as her face contorted with her newly-aroused sexual desire!
Carol watched from just a few feet away, eyes bulging with incomprehension and amazement as Sarah, virginal and innocent until a few minutes ago, suddenly metamorphosed into a lustfully quivering female. Tied like she was in such a lewd position, watching her girlfriend's vagina ravenously consumed this drooling hillbilly's glistening cock... she was becoming aroused herself! It began as a feather-light tickling in her loins, barely noticeable, then fanned to a definite itch... and now, now the whole of her preferred cuntal furrow glowed with vicarious passion!
The young man eased his calloused hands along Sarah's sides and slipped them under the soft smooth cheeks of her buttocks, gripping them harshly in each of his strong hands. He felt them flex and unflex, clench and loosen, as he pressed his fingers tightly into the supple flesh, pulling her tighter against his undulating loins as the whole palpitating furrow of her cuntal slit opened like the petals of a blooming flower to allow his reaming cock deeper and deeper pleasure-giving thrusts.
What pain there was forgotten now as the naked, voluptuous brunette scissored her legs around his humping hips, her eyes closed and her tongue and lips working feverishly up into his mouth. A whine of illicit desire rippled from her throat as every cell in her body gave itself over to the culmination of this lewd and lascivious act... there was nothing for Sarah now but the wildly erotic feeling of his skewering hardness between her widely-splayed thighs!
* * *
Alice was almost afraid to even hope when she saw the smoke-stained, pipe-like bit of metal there beneath a foot of ashes and bits of timber. She touched it gingerly, remembering everything her father had ever taught her about firearms and their dangers... it was wedged beneath a three-foot charred beam. Prying the beam up with one hand cautiously, she gripped the barrel... could it really be a gun? She held it pointed slightly away from herself and pulled it clear of the ashes. It WQS a gun! She could only guess at its size, but the barrel diameter looked nearly as big as the one of her father's .45. Slowly, gently, she reversed it in her small hand. She used the shirt-tail of her denim shirt to clean away the dust and ash... Trail Defender .44! And it was loaded!
Alice examined it carefully for any signs of warp or damage... there was only a small charred spot on one of the wooden grips. It was obviously a very old weapon... Would it blow up in her hand and blind her when she fired it? Nervously, she put those thoughts aside. If only she could get the drop on those men before they had an opportunity to go for their shotguns, there was hope. If not, what difference did it make anyway? She wasn't going out of here without Carol and Sarah, that was for sure!
"Rex... take a look!" she said excitedly, trying to keep her voice down. He was standing beside the fresh grave of his mate and two chubby pups, staring longingly into the nearly-filled hole, a heart-rending whine of genuine bereavement emanating from his powerful chest. He seemed startled at Alice's voice, and he snapped his head around quickly as if he had forgotten that his new mistress was still there.
Alice saw the look of confusion in his deep brown eyes harden into vicious, vengeful hate as she looked at him. Perhaps it was the sight of the weapon, or maybe the poignant image of his family being buried beneath the earth. Whatever it was, it made something snap in the animal's mind and he spun on his four paws and bounded off in the direction of the clearing where the men held Sarah and Carol as sex captives. "Rex, wait! Wait, darling! I have a gun! No!" But there was no stopping him. In a couple of brief seconds he had disappeared into the dense forest, a fierce growl trailing him until that too died away.
"Damn, Rex... you'll spoil everything! We'll never get the drop on them now
never! Oh, Rex, you stupid animal!" Exasperated, Alice hurried after him through the woods, careful to stay away from the trail lest she run headlong into one of the men. Maybe there was some way out of this mess yet, she kept telling herself... but her' confidence ebbed with every step. Why, oh why, did it have to be Sarah and Carol? She knew she could have lived with the memory of a double-rape, even at the hands of men like these... but not Sarah and Carol! If they managed somehow to get out of this alive, she knew her girlfriends would never be the same again!
* * *
The naked, sweating hillbilly worked frantically over Sarah, moving now into long, punishing strokes that brought his throbbing hardness almost out of her hungrily-clasping vagina on every backstroke, and then thrusted deeply forward between her thighs until his balls slapped wetly into the hairless cleft of her upturned buttocks. A evil, perverted grin split his face as he thought of yet another humiliation he could heap on this squirming city girl, and his hand suddenly slid under her heaving body and found the tautly-puckered orifice of her virginal anus. Her rectum shivered against his touch, but he could feel it working in unison with her writhing hips, opening and closing with every deeply, skewering probe of his heavy, lust-engorged cock. He pushed a stiffened finger quickly up into her tiny, hairless anus as she unknowingly unclenched her defenseless rectum.
"Ohhhhhh!" Sarah groaned aloud at this fresh outrage, but the mountain man was deaf to her pain... this was what he wanted! He wrenched his finger around inside her rectum, stretching the rubbery flesh wider until she could accommodate, with great discomfort, still another stiffened finger, and he stuffed it up into her anus and felt the taut resisting muscles of her sphincter loosen as his fingers wriggled up into her buttery soft anal tunnel. She gasped again in anguish but then this breathless moaning cry slowly became a frantic whimper of erotic pleasure as her stretched anus gradually became accustomed to this luridly unnatural assault.
Sarah heard him chuckle proudly as her rectum began screwing back onto his stiffly-upraised fingers while he probed deeply inside her warm rubbery depths. But she was beyond caring that he had won... all she wanted was something to quench these newly-aroused fires of carnal lust that were raging out of control deep inside her naked loins!
Sarah began twisting in savage abandon under this double ravishment of her twin orifices, and she felt his hand move over the smoothly rounded buttocks to where the hair-fringed lips of her cunt clasped tightly around the rigid, blood-distended length of his pistoning penis. He fondled and caressed her there, toying mischievously with the swollen marble of her clitoris, bringing louder and louder moans of ecstatic pleasure from her parched lips.
His thrusts quickened dramatically, hotly skewering and belly-deep, as she thrashed convulsively beneath his pillaging cock. He knew she was almost about to cum, and he desperately held back until he could see her scream out her frantic orgasm... he had to prove to this stuck-up city bitch that he could make her cum whether she wanted to or not! He'd show her!
Sarah's legs jerked spasmodically up and around on either side of his laboring shoulders, and he snatched his fingers from her clasping anus with a lewd sucking noise and pressed his hands tightly behind her knees until she was completely doubled back, her knees almost touching the ground behind her head. His lust-incited cock was boring relentlessly straight up into her ravished cuntal depths!
"Oooohh... ooohhh... ooohhh!" she moaned again and again, each cry louder than the one before, her face twisted in her anguish and abandoned wanton ecstasy. He grunted and moaned and gasped and quickened his stroke faster still, grinding hard and deep so that his cock relentlessly drove far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. On her chest, her large breasts heaved and quivered up against the downward pressure of his hairy chest, her tiny crinkly nipples boring into his flesh... and then she let out a scream that must have been heard for three counties.
"Aaaawwwww! Yes, yes! I'M CUMMMMIIINNGGGG! " He could feel her cunt suddenly flower open greedily and almost immediately his still-pummeling cock was immersed in a veritable flood of her seething orgiastic juices. He thrust harder and deeper as her legs went limp around him... she'd cum and now it was his turn.
Sarah was gasping to regain her breath in lurid expectancy, her whole body quivering with the aftermath of her first orgasm. Now he was going to spurt that vile thing into her belly. Oh dear God, what if he gets me pregnant! His child inside me! Oh no, no, no...
Suddenly, there was a noise behind her head like an enraged elephant tearing through the bush, and then a bounding, snarling, torpedo of animal flesh tore into her ravishing assailant with the force of a cannon ball! Sarah screamed in fright and looked up just in time to see the lanky hillbilly's face blanch white and his tongue drop from his mouth as a strangely shrill scream seemed to lodge in his throat like a piece of bad food. Sarah felt his still-rigid cock literally torn from her still-constrictive vagina, and she raised her head in time to see a leaping growling blur of flesh and fur, and the hillbilly's penis flailing like a runaway firehose, squirting its seething semen harmlessly all over her belly and thighs. It was Alice's dog friend, Rex... but where was Alice!
Almost before she could think, the older man had taken a step forward and swung his shotgun stock-first in a wide, quick arc that connected with a thudding blow against the German shepherd's massive head. The huge dog yelped one last time and collapsed in a furry heap only inches away from Sarah's naked, cum-drenched body!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Gawd-damn... gawd-damn... " The young hillbilly was standing over the deathly still body of the German shepherd, nursing his wounded shoulder with one hand and rubbing the foreskin of his limp, flaccid cock with the other. "Whar'd he come frum, Pa? I ain't never seen nuthin' move that gawd-damn fast!"
"Shut up, Boy, and keep yo' gun on them women... I'm gonna' take a look around'
I don't lik' th'looks'a this." His shotgun cocked, the grizzled mountaineer moved, crouching, up the trail toward the cabin's ruins, wearing just his pants and no shirt. Sarah was on her knees, fumbling about for her clothes, too ashamed to even look at her girlfriend, when she felt -- and smelled -- the lanky young woodsman back at her side. She looked up into his leering acne-scarred face.
"Don't go gettin' no ideas that you're done, honey... I'm gonna' cum in your sweet little belly one way or 'nother!" Before Sarah could protest, he had pushed his pungent, rubbery cock up hard against her lips; it was still glistening and wet with her own love-juices. "Suck it, bitch!"
Sarah felt a tide of revulsion sweep over her as the horror of that afternoon five years ago surged back into her heart... he was going to make her put this thing in her mouth and suck on it just like Arnie did! She closed her eyes and offered no resistance as he stuffed his fleshy staff between her parted lips
she was spent and exhausted now, too weak to protest. Anything he wanted he could take... she had lost! She had lost everything!
"Cut that shit out, Boy!" boomed the voice of the older hillbilly. "I top ya' to keep an eye on both o'them! Look here at this!" He was standing behind Carol, her bonds in his grip, but only the ankle knots were secure. She had somehow managed to loosen the ropes around her wrists and was almost free when the gray-haired man surprised her. "Git some more rope, Boy, and tie that dog up... I got an idea!"
"Tie him up? Why, ain't he daid, Pa? You sho' hit 'im hard enough."
"Naw! He's still breathin'... Now do whut I tol' ya', Boy! I don't know why this ol' dog decided to come back, but we might as well git somethin' out'a him a'for I shoot him!"
* * *
Alice lay perfectly still, not far from her previous hiding place, only this time she had been forced to throw herself unceremoniously onto the ground behind a convenient rhodendron hedge, and she ached all over from the bruised landing. She heard what the older man was saying and she felt her heart suddenly surge with joy and excitement... Rex wasn't dead! She had seen his limp, unmoving body there at Sarah's feet and assumed the worst... it was all she could do to stop herself from emptying the ancient revolver into both of the murdering swine right then! But she could see that the old hillbilly returning from his unsuccessful quick look-see, was keeping his shotgun over his arm, and it was obviously loaded. No, she thought, this was no time for foolish action, not after she'd come this close... she had to think this out. She had to wait until the moment was just right and then make her move.
But at least her girlfriends seemed okay, though they were probably psychically scarred for life. And Rex was alive... God, that was reward enough!
* * *
"Tie him good, Boy... he's comin' to! Cut a piece of rope off and muzzle him too!" The younger hillbilly had put his pants on reluctantly and was following his father's orders as, unbeknownst to any of them, Alice watched from less than fifty feet away. Both the girls had puzzled over the animal's sudden mysterious appearance, but they dared not say anything lest these men discover that there was another girl still missing. Alice, wherever she might be, was their only hope!
"I got me an idea, comin' up through them bushes yonder," the dirty, gray-haired man said. "I saw ya' trying to get yo' dick sucked a' for I got back..."
The younger man hung his head, expecting a reprimand from his father, "... well, I'm gonna kill that dog anyway. He belonged to that ol' man and shor' ain't gonna' need no dog, huh?"
Both the men guffawed at some private joke, and the older one poked the German shepherd in the middle of his belly with the barrel end of his shotgun. Rex stirred and shuddered violently, then struggled to get on his feet, but he was bound fore and aft like a hog-tied sow ready for market and could do nothing but look up at his captors, his deep brown eyes glowering with rage and hatred.
"What'ya gonna' do with him, Pa? I mean, a'for ya' kill him."
The older one turned his shotgun on Carol and she let out a quick, shrill cry as she felt the shadow of death pass over her. "This 'un here's gonna' put on a littl' show for us, Boy? Ain't ya, cutie?"
Carol stared down at the ground, over the curving swell of her naked breasts, her hands were free now but she made no effort to cover herself. What did it matter? She might as well be dead anyway after what they had already forced her to do.
"She's gonna' give that big ol' mongrel the time of his life a'for I blow his haid off... she's gonna' suck his dick!"
Carol seemed to reel physically under the impact of obscene words and then, bracing herself on the same tree stump where she had been brutally sodomized just minutes before, she began screaming hysterically. "No! No, I won't! You can't make me... You can't! No, damn you, no!
The older man let fly with a roundhouse punch that seemed to start ten feet away, but luckily for Carol, his hand was opened, not closed, when it smashed against her jaw. She tumbled with a grunting cry onto the ground, and lay there shivering and sobbing in convulsive hysteria. He grabbed the long blonde hair she was so proud of and yanked her savagely onto her knees as she yelped in pain. "Aawww! You're pulling my hair out! Awwwww! Stop!"
He gave her a kick with the heel of his foot that sent her sprawling almost onto the tied-up animal, who was still futilely trying to get on his feet, a constant growling threat reverberating in his huge chest. "Now, little un, we'll see who's boss, 'roun' here! Suck it! Pretend it's some rich boy's prick and lick it real nice-like! Me and Boy here gets kinda' bored out here by ourselves and we'd kinda like a little show! Now you do what I tol' ya', or I'll yank all that purty yaller hair o'yours out by the roots!"
Alice had maneuvered into position for a clear shot at the hillbilly, but he still held his shotgun in the crook of his left arm and it was aimed at Carol's head. There was nothing she could do until he put that gun down... she'd just have to wait until he grew careless.
Carol managed to right herself on all fours, still completely naked, her head spinning wildly from the force of the old man's cruel blow. Her cheek stung fiercely and her jaw felt as if it had been injected with novocain, slack and useless. Trembling with fear and revulsion, but sure now that the hillbilly would kill her on the spot if she resisted him, the naked blonde slowly reached toward the dog's belly and gingerly touched the furry sheath of his male organ. A gut-rending surge of nausea swept over her and she turned away sobbingly. "I can't
I can't!"
"Git on with it, gawd-damn'ya... rub it back and forth and it'll come out... I ain't never seen man or beast what could resist that!" he guffawed. His shotgun barrel was behind her head, and when she felt the cold death-dealing steel weapon at her neck, she fought down the churning ball of sickness in her belly and squeezed the heavy, fur-covered ridge of flesh gently and began to move it slowly along the underside of his belly. Rex was whining incessantly and squirming to get to his feet, but he was hopelessly tied. He seemed to be fighting this lewd and despicable act as much as she was, and Carol could see in his eyes that he wanted nothing but vengeance... he wanted no part of entertaining these murderers! He only wanted his savage revenge!
Carol stared down at the lewdly glistening pink taper that was slowly emerging from its furry covering as she stroked the sheath back and forth. She was thinking of Alice, wondering where she was... had she gone for help? Would she return with the forest rangers and find her doing this vile and contemptible thing!? She knew that she had to do this... they had no hope for life unless they stalled for time. She had to do it!
Carol knew there was little chance of success, but she tried futilely to close her thoughts to what she had to do, to focus her mind somehow on something else -- anything! -- that would keep her from coming face to face with the lurid reality of this totally degrading situation. With every muscle in her body fighting back courageously, she leaned over cautiously and placed her head close to the animal's warm underside, her fingers shaking as they encircled the length of his glistening pink taper... the same animal-cock she had seen just hours ago thrusting in and out of Alice's tight vagina! The old mountain man gave her more explicit instructions, and she obediently followed them, stroking the furry ridge of dog-flesh as the two hillbillies crowded in close for a better look. Sarah seemed to be momentarily forgotten, but she was still within easy reach of the younger man and he showed no signs of forgetting his vile oath... to cum in her belly!
As Carol stroked the furry sheath, his gleaming dog-cock slowly and inexorably snaked out of its hiding place like a reddish serpent, its pointed, nearly-translucent tip oozing forward until it was less than an inch from her quivering lips. She was heaving with deep gasping breaths as she fought down the hot, choking ball of nausea in her belly.
"Hurry up, gawd-damn, hurry! We ain't got all day! Suck it! Suck that cock, city girl!" Carol knew she could stall no longer without endangering her life, and she opened her lips slightly and let the tapered dog-cock slide into her mouth. A deep whining growl slipped from Rex's muzzled jaws, and he seemed to shiver in involuntary sensual submission as her trembling lips closed gently about his bestial male flesh!
"Lick it! Lick it! I wanna' see that tongue o'yours a-working in your jaw!" The older woodsman was clearly excited at the lascivious spectacle the animal's timely re-appearance had afforded him, and he had leaned over close to where the dog's gleaming penis slipped wetly into the submissive blonde's open mouth. "Move that tongue aroun'... lick it!"
His dog-cock slid far back over her tongue, its smoothly-lubricated crimson length moving easily past her frightened lips. His haunches quivered in some bestial love-spasm,. and Carol gagged as the slim taper poked against the back of her throat. She brought her tongue into play, as the older man had ordered, for he was close enough to the side of her face to tell if she was obeying, and the pungent-tasting shaft of animal-flesh began to throb and wiggle inside her mouth at the feel of her tongue wetly swirling along its pulsating length. The hillbillies were beside themselves with eager excitement, but the older one wanted more still. "Play with his nuts, little'un... rub 'em real nice-like!"
Carol made no attempt to stall this time, but moved her shaking hand to his furry, sperm-bloated testicles and caressed them lightly with her fingernails, brushing over the two golf-ball-size globes beneath the thin veneer of belly flesh. She had managed, through sheer force of will, to close out enough of what she was doing, and she closed her eyes and thought only of getting away from these two lunatics alive... of going home, back to Johnsonville and her nice house and her new car. Away from these god forsaken mountains forever!
So intently attuned was she to her fantasies of escape that she completely forgot about the rest of her body... she was doing as she had % been ordered, lowering herself to perform this bestial act of depravity like some sex-show harlot. But Carol was unaware that her buttocks were thrust up invitingly into the air as she kneeled over, her ankles still bound with rope. With her eyes closed, she failed to notice that the old man was no longer close by her face, savoring every inch of the dog-cock as it slipped lasciviously into her mouth and throat. She did not see him as he hurriedly got out of his greasy, dirt-stained trousers for a second time. She saw nor heard nothing until she felt the abysmally horrid sensation of his naked penis slipping between her unguarded buttocks, right up against the soft moist lips of her vagina!
"I done yor' asshole, city girl, but I'd like a littl o'yor pussy a'for I'm done with 'ya! Reach back here and stick it in!"
* * *
Damn, Alice cursed under her breath, will he never put that shotgun down? He was naked as a jaybird and about to rape her girlfriend again, but still he rested it over one arm, like it was an extra appendage! She sighted down the barrel of the ancient revolver... it was just no use, she could not endanger all their lives with a wild shot at him. Whatever he forced Carol to do was better than her being dead!
* * *
The young long-haired blonde found that she could do as he asked without the rush of shame she had come to expect; strangely, it seemed less important now that there was nothing left to salvage of her dignity. She had been stripped, fondled, and sodomized... what did it matter if he stuffed his lust-bloated penis in her vagina as well? Carol was perplexed at the feelings, or lack of them, that were at the forefront of her confused thoughts. How can I take it so calmly, she asked herself. It's almost like I wanted him to fuck me!
She did as ordered and reached behind the slender cheeks of her buttocks, crisply white in stark contrast to her rich chocolate tan, and obediently gripped the distended knob of his swollen glans and slipped it between the tautly elastic lips of her vagina. It had been years since a man had penetrated her pussy, and she was as tight as a virgin. He slammed the rest of his cock into her without a second's hesitation, and she found that his thickened cock shaft slithered up into her belly much easier than she would have expected... her vagina was all wet and lubricated inside! Oh my God, she finally admitted in her most secret of hidden thoughts, I actually got "turned-on" watching Sarah and that hillbilly fornicating! Carol was ashamed to face it, but she was sexually aroused... and getting hotter by the minute from the lewd, salacious combination of being coarsely fucked by an unwashed sadist and being forced to suck Rex's scarlet dog-cock!
The hillbilly was suddenly panting and grunting with sex-maddened eagerness behind her, his lust incited by the feel of her tight young cunt contracting wetly around his burgeoning penis as he watched this high-bred city girl sucking that mongrel's animal cock! He pushed his powerful pelvis tight up into the crevice of her firm buttocks, ramming his cock up into her tautly moist vagina until none of it could be seen. His eyes locked on to the lascivious sight of his own penis disappearing with a slurping noise up between her buttocks in the moistly-nibbling slit of her proffered cunt. He was delirious with wanton lust as he pulled his loins back and sucked the glistening length of his erected cock from her tightly-gripping pussylips, stretching the soft pink flesh of her vagina out along with the desire-stiffened head of his poker-hot penis. The gray-haired man wailed as he shoved his pelvis forward again and sunk his burning cock into the liquid, seething depths of the blonde's vagina. He could feel a shiver of response as he poked and prodded deeply in her belly with his thick, blood-engorged cock... he was gettin' her all worked up, he could feel her starting to squirm!
Carol was forced to admit it to herself now... there was an unwanted but powerful desire fanning in her ravished loins. She despised herself for giving in, for letting this coarse hillbilly have the satisfaction of seeing her helpless arousal, but she could do nothing to stop it! Searing flames of illicit passion had brought on a sudden, surging masochistic hunger that was slowly taking complete control of her defenseless body! Unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure began to course through every cell in her entire being! She began, involuntarily, to undulate her buttocks in circular rhythm with the pillaging cock that was fucking into her from behind, and the thin, strong-tasting dog-cock that was sliding over her tongue! She was being fucked in both ends at once, something that could have .never imagined herself doing! Carol Johnson, richest girl in town, was being viciously fucked by a dirty mountain man and a savage mongrel! And try though she might, she could not prevent herself from enjoying every perverted moment of this dual ravishment!
Rex's crimson cock was beginning to take on a sweet taste now as she swirled it around in her mouth, bringing whines of pleasure to his muzzled lips. She sucked and licked the long pointed shaft of his dog-cock while the hillbilly stepped up the skewering rhythm of his long, belly-probing thrusts. The kneeling blonde could feel his thick fleshy cock driving deep up inside her vagina, and she sucked the animal's penis even more ravenously, slurping, tonguing, gulping at the tapered cock as Rex writhed in the sensual bliss that had been forced upon him.
Carol could no longer control herself at all -- she was going wild with a burning, steaming forbidden passion that seemed to rise up from somewhere in her loins and seize her mind and body like a hi-jacked airliner. It didn't matter that Sarah was watching this lewd debasement... it didn't even matter that she was C. Bob Johnson's daughter and from one of the state's richest families... nothing mattered but the inferno of bestial lust that was ravenously eating away at her very insides! Where she should have felt horror and shame and revulsion... there was only desire! Carnal desire!
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked faster and faster on the German shepherd's dog-cock, chewing hungrily on the pungent crimson taper, swirling her tongue around its painted tip as the dog's powerful body began to quake and vibrate uncontrollably. And then, suddenly, she felt the thick swell of his orgasm move rapidly up the tapering length of his cock and explode in a great gush of burning semen into her throat! Her whole mouth was filled until her cheeks bulged and she was forced to swallow or choke... again and again she gulped down the seething, viscous jets of dog-sperm and still she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed.
Carol felt the powerful slam of the old man's pelvis against her upturned buttocks and the grunt of lustful desire as he released the painful pressure on his sperm-bloated balls into a hotly steaming discharge that shot up into her trembling womb. She felt his cock shudder as at that moment a million volts of electricity seemed to course over her naked flesh. She was going to have her first real orgasm... her first orgasm sandwiched between these two climaxing males: human and animal!
"Oh... OH!... YES, YES! I'M CUUUUUMMMMMINNNNNGGG! YEEEEESSSSS!" Her head flailed from side to side and the animal's spent dog-cock slithered from her lips and retreated into its furry sheath. Uncontrollable chills of delight rippled through her spasming body and she shook convulsively until, at last, the jerking savagery of her climax had subsided and she felt the hillbilly's cock leave her cuntal lips with a reluctant, wet sucking sound.
She heard a sinister chuckle and a pitiful moan and she turned to come face to face with the younger woodsman, his freshly-stiffened cock rigidly erect from his loins
and shoved viciously down Sarah's throat!
Sarah looked at Carol beseechingly, her eyes white and huge with horror and shame, but it was too late... the younger man, already driven almost past endurance by the lust-provoking spectacle of his father fucking Carol foam behind while she sucked a dog's cock like a two-dollar whore, needed only the warm wet sensual incitement of Sarah's mouth and throat! He grunted one loud animalish moan and Carol could see his naked loins began to jerk and quiver, his sinewy buttocks clenching and unclenching in a pumping motion that urged his burning semen in a flood of stickiness into her gaping mouth! Carol saw Sarah close her tear-flooded eyes as she began to gulp the pungent discharge down her ravaged throat while a fine trickle of the translucent liquid oozed from the comer of her- mouth and mingled with the rivulet of tears that ran from her eyelids.
The gray-haired hillbilly was stepping into his pants, one leg at a time, balanced somewhat precariously on one foot, still holding the shotgun over his arm, when Alice convinced herself that she would have to make her move now, ready or not. It seemed that the two men were finished - with her girlfriends and she knew she could not take a chance on waiting much longer. They surely did not plan to leave behind two girls who could identify them... even in these primitive mountains, the local judge would frown on rape and sodomy at gunpoint! She took a deep breath, said a short, unfamiliar prayer, and was about to stand up when it happened... the old man put his shotgun against the lower limb of a tree and moved into the bushes to relieve himself! After all this, she was about to get her chance because of this dumb hillbilly's perverted sense of modesty!
Holding the old revolver with both hands like her father had taught her, she took a step forward into the clearing and stood up to her full height. "All right! Don't go for your guns or I'll kill you both!"
It was hard to tell who was more surprised, the two men or Sarah and Carol. But the hillbillies, having lived most of their lives dodging the law or irate landowners, were quicker to recover. Sarah had only gasped the single word "... Alice!" and Carol was still kneeling, ankles bound, with her cum-smeared mouth hanging slackly open, when the two men made their desperate move to counter this sudden threat. The young one, still naked, dived headlong into the bushes and scrambled away on his belly like a snake through the weeds. But it was the old man that frightened Alice... he just stared at her through beady, yellowed eyes that were hardly more than slits beneath his wrinkled brow.
"W'al, lookee here... we done got ourselves a late-comer!" He made no move toward his shotgun but never took his eyes from Alice and the revolver for a second.
"Get your hands up and stay away from that shotgun... I'm not kidding around, buster! After what you did to my friends, I wouldn't even think twice about shooting you!" Even as she spoke these words, Alice was still tortured by one frightening thought
would this ancient gun fire if that hillbilly went for his shotgun!?
He laughed nervously and spat onto the ground. "Now, you know you ain't gonna' shoot me... you ain't no killer. You're just a girl!" At this last word, he dived for his shotgun in a surprising burst of speed. Alice squeezed the guard-less trigger of the pistol with two fingers and the whole forest reverberated with the deafening explosion like thunder in a dead-end canyon. She had aimed for him, just like she promised she would, but the gun fired to the left and tore away at least a foot of tree in a shower of wood and dust. Her arms felt as if two huge bags of cement had been dropped on them, but she still held the revolver firmly in her two hands.
There on the ground, still at least three feet from the shotgun that had been knocked spinning by the gun's blast, lay the older man. Alice hurried into the last few yards to the clearing, the smoking revolver never moving away from the man's prostrate body. Is he dead, she asked herself again and again. Have I killed a man?
"D --Don't shoot... p--please, lady, don't sh--shoot!" He had his hands on the back of his head and was shaking like a leaf from head to foot, a ludicrous sight as he lay there bare-ass naked on the ground. There was no sign of a wound, but he had learned his lesson anyway... he showed no signs now of questioning Alice's intentions.
"Sarah... Carol... are you two all right?" She had picked up the hillbilly's shotgun and was about to reach for the other one; there was still no sign of the younger man and that worried her.
"Yes, I think so," replied Sarah quietly, wiping her face and lips of the sticky traces of the young man's still glistening cum. "Where on earth did you come from? And where did you get that gun?"
"I'll explain it all later. Carol, would you untie Rex?... I have an idea."
"That's what he said when he tied him up," she answered, pointing with contempt at the fearfully shivering pile of flesh that moments before had been their sadistic captor. Alice was surprised at her girlfriend's little joke -- she hardly seemed upset at all!
"Well, it's not that kind of idea. Hurry up, will you?"
Carol fumbled with the knots and managed to get the dog's legs untied; the huge dog scrambled to his feet almost before she had finished and tore off the rope around his jaws himself.
"Good Lord, keep him away from me! Don't let him at me... have mercy!" shrieked the old man, suddenly looking much older and far less menacing.
"Rex! Come here," called Alice, and the dog instantly obeyed. He hurried to her side and rubbed his head against her calf, but his eyes were still on the hillbilly. "The other one, Rex... can you find him? I've got his shotgun and he's not wearing any clothes, so he can't be much of a threat. Go get him, Rex, do you understand... go get him!"
The enormous German shepherd looked puzzled for a moment, and then his eyes began to glisten with an intense sparkle and Alice could swear he actually grinned. He barked ferociously and bounded off in the direction the younger man had fled, scurrying under the bushes instead of around them, his keen nose close to the earth. The three girls waited in absolute silence, ears attuned for the slightest sign of success. Alice had a plan to get them out of this wilderness safely, but it was all out the window unless Rex found the other man.
Then, from perhaps fifty yards into the forest, came a crashing noise like a tree falling, a vicious snarl... and the terrified scream of the hillbilly as Rex tore into his flesh with his razor-sharp teeth!
"Halp! Halp! Pa, somebody, halp! He's tearin' my leg off!"
"Sarah, can you use a shotgun?" Alice asked. The younger blonde shook her head.
"I can... I've been shooting skeet at Daddy's country club since I was eleven," offered Carol.
"Then take this one and don't let that bastard get up... I've got to stop Rex from killing the other one. I want him hurt a little but not dead."
"It'll be a pleasure, Alice," said Carol with a smile as she took the shotgun from her friend and checked the chamber for a shell. "After what he did to me, it'd be a joy to pull the trigger!"
Alice was back in a couple of minutes, following close behind the naked young mountain man and the heroic Rex. There was a bloody patch of torn flesh on the hillbilly's left thigh, but he managed to walk anyway, thanks to a few threatening words of encouragement from Alice. He cried out with unaccustomed anguish when he saw his father lying on the ground, but his short-lived grief passed quickly when he saw that the old man wasn't hurt.
"All right, girls, we've got to hurry. Get all their clothes... everything, especially shoes and socks. Don't leave anything they could wear. Sarah, you used to be a Girl Scout, how are you at tying knots?"
"Great!" she exclaimed, anxious to be of some use as Alice seemed to have the whole situation firmly in hand.
"Then tie them up, hands and feet, then use what's left to tie their clothes in a bundle. We're taking that with us."
"Alice, I think there's a campsite just through those trees," offered Carol, tying her buttonless blouse closed with a piece of string from the rope-end. "At least that's where the old man went to get the rope."
"Good... you go check there. Get everything you can find. Don't leave anything at all that could be worn. And look around for weapons."
"Here are their knives!" shouted Sarah, rummaging with distaste through their clothes.
"Fine, fine... just put them with the clothes. And when you've finished tying them up, go help Carol double-check their camp. I don't want any slip-ups!"
Alice waited until her friend had finished, then checked the knots carefully; they were perfect, Houdini himself would have had difficulty freeing himself from these. She kneeled down beside Rex and stroked his fur lovingly. He returned her affection, but it was obvious that he would not relax as long as these two men were around. A few minutes later, Carol and Sarah returned, breathlessly, with a pair of battered sleeping bags and some more rope. "There weren't any more clothes. Just what they were wearing, which explains why they stink so badly. But Alice, there were three dead deer strung up over there! You should see them, all half-butchered and bloody. It was just awful!"
"Hmmm, that explains what they were doing around here. Poachers!"
"But what about the cabin... and Rex?"
Alice stepped over the older one, straddled him, and aimed his own shotgun at the nape of his neck. "Old man... just tell me one thing and I'll let you alone: was there anybody in that cabin?"
"What cabin? I don't know nothin' 'bout no cabin!"
"Don't lie to me! Just answer my question! That cabin over there, was there anybody inside when you burned it?"
He was silent for a few seconds, and then, remembering that her first shot at him had come too close to be a deliberate miss, "Naw, there won't nobody in it. Couple o'moonshiners down Timber Crik found the old man who lived thar' dead last winter. Reckon they buried him. He was some ol' hermit, just him and that dog thar'."
"Okay, that's all I wanted to know. Carol... Sarah, let's go."
"What about them?" asked the long-haired blonde, hefting the foul-smelling bundle of clothes without being asked, something that did not escape Alice's attention.
"We just leave them... they'll work themselves loose sooner or later. And I don't think they'll be stupid enough to come after us, not with us carrying two shotguns and a pistol. Plus the best defense of all... Rex! Am I right, old-timer?" she asked sardonically.
The grizzled poacher glared up at the good-looking blonde, his face twisted uncomfortably from the pain in his wrists and ankles. Finally, he shook his head and tried to spit, but it splattered on the earth by his cheek and oozed back onto his face.
Alice laughed triumphantly and hurried to join her girlfriends who were moving anxiously up the trail, away from this spot that would live in their memories forever. Rex barked and bounded after her, leaving his forest home for a life he could only guess about. But he trusted his new mistress, and if she was going there, it was good enough for him too!
EPILOGUE
This was their first real opportunity to get together, all four of them, since their return from their ill-fated camping trip. Alice had experienced more than a little difficulty in convincing her parents that a full-grown German shepherd would be a welcome addition to the family; it was only when she told them that she planned to get an apartment off-campus in the fall with Sarah and Carol that they finally agreed. Even her father could see the obvious wisdom in having a watchdog in a house full of college co-eds, so he reluctantly gave his consent to having the huge animal around the house for the rest of the summer.
Carol's parents had gone to New York for a trade exhibition, and the slender blonde's first move after seeing her parents safely off to the airport was to call Sarah and Alice and invite them over. Two days had passed since their early return -- if, forty-eight hours of shrugging off curious inquiries as to their hike and trying to look as if nothing had happened. They had voted unanimously on the hurried hike back to Grandview to keep the whole sordid experience a secret between the three of them. Going to the sheriff was out of the question; sure, it might mean putting those two disgusting men behind bars, but it would also mean a sensational, headline-getting trial as well, something none of the girls looked forward to. Everyone would know exactly what had happened to them at the hands of those sadistic monsters: their families, their friends at school, everyone! This way it was just their intimate secret, something that they could discuss among themselves, something that had cemented their life-long friendship even tighter together.
Carol heard the sound of an automobile engine coming up the curving asphalt drive that wound along the grassy incline to the Johnson home through an acre of oaks and stately elms bordered with roses and azaleas. She hurried to the front door as her father had given the maid a few days off while he and Mrs. Johnson were in New York, excited to see her girlfriends after two days of anxious waiting. There was so much to talk about... so much to do! It just seemed that she had nothing to say to anyone else. The three of them had been through so much together, it was like combat veterans returning from a war... they had nothing in common with the ones who stayed safely behind the lines!
"Alice! C'mon in!" she shouted before the car had even stopped. The car door opened and her girlfriend hurried up the front steps, taking them two at a time. She threw her arms around the taller blonde and they hugged affectionately, as if they had not seen each other for years. "Where's Sarah?" she asked. "And Rex?"
"Down there... look!" she pointed down to the far end' of the drive. "Rex wanted a little exercise, so he and Sarah are running up together."
"Sarah and Rex?"
"Oh, sure... she calls and asks about him all the time. I think Sarah's going to keep him at her place some of the time too."
"Oh, yeah! Well, I want him some of the time, too! You girls don't get to have him all to yourselves!"
"Okay, okay... he can stay with you tonight. But I want him back tomorrow night, all right?"
"It's a deal. But why tomorrow night?" Alice grinned and the faintest hint of a blush colored her cheeks. "Well... my parents are going away then. He's been getting sort of, you know... uh, eager. It's been all I could do to keep him from going up my skirt with the folks around!"
"Oh, Alice, please! You'll get me all homy again!"
Alice laughed and the two girls walked down together to meet Sarah and the big German shepherd. She could hardly believe her ears... Carol Johnson using language like that!
"Oh, Alice, I almost forgot the most important news! Christ, what a dummy I'm getting to be. I was so busy thinking about you girls coming over with Rex that I completely forgot... Listen to this!" She pulled a tom-out newspaper article from her pants pocket. Sarah and Rex had run up by now, Sarah out of breath and Rex just getting warmed up. "Hi, Sarah... listen to what I found just this morning in one of Daddy's newspapers!"
"What is it?" asked Alice excitedly. "Wait, I'll read it... it's kind of wordy, so I'll skip some parts.
Sheriff's authorities in Snowbird County yesterday reported the arrests of a father and son, both Sutter's Valley residents, on charges ranging from poaching to arson and murder... "
"Murder! Not those two men we "
"Hold on. hold on! The whole story is right here!
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Vern Culpepper, 53, and Merle Biggins Culpepper, 25, were charged yesterday following an investigation by Grandview Deputy Sheriff W.J. "Junior" Ledbetter. The two county residents, wearing only crudely-fashioned loinclothes made from a pair of discarded grocery bags, appeared at the County Hospital Clinic Thursday night seeking medical attention for Merle' Culpepper, alleging that a "bear attack" in the wilds of the Snowbird Mountains had left them clothesless and injured. Deputy Ledbetter was summoned, and after a brief questioning, ordered the two men held in custody at the hospital's security unit and launched an investigation of the aria in question that resulted in an array of felony charges being lodged... "
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"Wow! They were murderers!" gasped Alice in amazement. "And I walked in there like Annie Oakley! Man, we're lucky to be alive!"
"Wait a minute!" said Carol in exasperation. "There's more! Oh, I'll just tell you, I've read it a half-dozen times already... It turns out that the cabin we saw burning belonged to an old hermit, a guy named Heinrich Stoefler, who had lived there since way before World War Two. He was a squatter of some sort, but the government just looked the other way since he kind of came with the land. Anyway, those two men, the Culpeppers, had been hunting illegally in those mountains since winter, killing deer and selling their carcasses to the people in small towns around the county who were anxious to beat the high meat prices in the supermarkets. Anyway, the sheriffs office was on to them, but they had no idea where to begin the search. That is, not until those two stupid crooks blundered into the hospital with that "bear attack" story!"
"Did you hear that, Rex? You're a bear now!" laughed Alice, stroking the handsome animal's neck.
"Well, to make it short, apparently the old hermit that lived alone in that cabin was Rex's master. He must have stumbled onto these poachers some time during last of winter and they shot him. The deputies found his body not a mile from where we were camped! The authorities apparently got quite a search going after they found the burnt-out cabin. The Culpeppers denied everything at first, but listen to this... 'until late yesterday when sawmill employee Lester Sulch found two shotguns in a shallow ravine outside of the town of Grandview. Both the men confessed to the murder of Mr. Stoefler and requested an attorney'... how about that!? We came within an inch of getting killed ourselves!" Carol had walked inside the house as she read the clipping and they were on the large, red-carpeted stairs that led to the upstairs bedrooms. "I guess we can consider ourselves pretty lucky, huh? If it hadn't been for you, Alice, I guess we'd all be cold meat by now."
"Oh, don't credit me with all that. It was Rex who charged in there like the hero he is. I just hid in the bushes. And he caught the young one, don't forget. They might have gotten the jump on us somewhere along the trail if we'd left him running around loose."
"Well, I don't want to talk about it any more," said Carol finally. They were at the opened door to her spacious bedroom and Rex had already gone inside, nosing into all the furniture. "It happened and that's that.
I guess those two hillbillies were too embarrassed to tell the sheriff what really happened to their clothes. I don't blame them. I guess it would be quite a blow to any man's ego to admit that a bunch of teenage girls stole his clothes and made off with his gun!"
"You're probably right," added Alice. "They'll never tell that story to anybody. They'd be the laughingstock of the whole county... tied up and disarmed by three girls and a dog!"
Sarah was over by the window, looking aimlessly out onto the Johnson estate grounds. Alice was the first to suspect that something was bothering her girlfriend -- she was usually the most talkative of the three of them. "What's bothering you, Sarah?" she inquired. "Something must be on your mind. You've hardly said a word."
"Well, I don't really know how to talk about it. It's so... so personal!"
"Personal? After all we've been through together," replied Carol in mock indignation. "Listen, all three of us have had to face some hard facts these last few days. We're not the same girls we were when we left to go camping."
"That's for sure," said Sarah cynically. "Okay, maybe you suffered the most. I don't know," Carol answered softly. "But I've had to face some pretty serious facts about myself and maybe it's time you did too. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life worrying about sex like I used to, just because of some silly thing that happened when I was in boarding school."
"You mean with Steve Crowder at that lake up in New Hampshire?" asked Alice matter-of-factly.
"How did you know?" exclaimed Carol in surprise.
"I've known for some time. You didn't honestly think you could let a prep school boy between your legs and expect him to keep quiet, did you?"
Carol looked dumb-founded and then she shook her head. "No... I guess I never really did expect that. Maybe that was why... Oh, never mind. That's water over the dam. I'm a new person, the new Carol Johnson... just itching to get laid!"
Sarah managed a thin smile. "That's sort of what's bothering me," she said faintly.
"You mean you're worried about that?" asked Alice incredulously. "Why, that's perfectly normal. I wake up practically every morning with hot pants!"
"No, no, I don't mean it exactly like that. You see, I went out with a guy from school last night. I didn't plan to, so soon after... well, you know. But anyway, he called and I finally said yes."
"Yeah, go on, go on!"
"Well, we went to dinner out at Scott's-by-the-Lake and then to a movie. And when we left there, he stopped the car in a secluded spot and wanted to, uh, you know."
"Sure! That's what they all want!"
"Well, I guess I gave in. I let him go all the way... everything."
Alice laughed in relief. "Is that all? You're upset about that!?"
Sarah shook her head; she seemed to be following Rex as he moved about the carpeted room. Her eyes never left him for a second. "No, that's not what's on my mind. You see, sex wasn't as good as I expected with that guy. After all that happened... those two awful men and everything, well, I guess I just had my sights too high. Oh Alice, I remember you and Rex down by that stream... It seems incredible to me now to know how repulsed I was when I saw what... well, what he was doing to you. What I'm trying to say is this: I went home last night and cried myself to sleep in frustration. My belly felt like it was on fire... and then I went to sleep and I still dreamed about him! That big cock of his! God, how I wanted it in me!"
Alice and Carol looked at each other in confusion. "Uh, Sarah, do you mean you had dreams about this guy you went out with?" asked Alice, her head sort of cocked questioningly.
"No, silly... not him. Rex! I dreamed about him all night! Oh, Alice, I wanted him in me like he did it to you! I remember your face, that look of utter bliss when he put that big thing inside you... Oh God, I'm so ashamed, but I want him! I want Rex to fuck me! Is that so awful!?"
Alice just looked at her girlfriend for a moment in bug-eyed amazement... could this be the same Sarah Carter she had known for the past ten years? Finally, she caught Carol's eye and gave her a knowing wink. "Sarah, there's absolutely nothing wrong with you. Unless I miss my guess, it's been on Carol's mind too."
"Right again, mind reader!"
"Well, girls, we're sisters now, like they say in women's lib... so we have no secrets from each other, okay? One for all and all for one, right?"
"You said it, sister!" Sarah cried, her old smile again on her face.
"Okay, then get your clothes off, girls, and let's get this party going! Rex, darling, do you think you can handle the three of us?" Alice asked, squirming out of her dress. His ears perked up and he leaped onto the big queen-sized bed, his tail swishing back and forth. Twice he barked playfully in reply, and then he settled himself on his haunches. The three girls could see that his scarlet, glistening dog-cock was even now about an inch out of his tightly-elastic furry sheath. "He ought to be in pretty good shape today, girls," Alice continued as she hurriedly pulled off her panties and stood naked before the big animal. "He caught me coming out of the bath last night and nearly raped me before I could get him into the bedroom! Luckily, I was the only one at home!"
Sarah was blinking away the tears of joy that trickled from her pale-blue eyes. "Oh, Alice... Carol... this is just wonderful! Wonderful!" she said as Carol helped her unbutton her blouse and wriggle out of her jeans.
"Listen Sarah, maybe I can show you some tricks my roommate taught me! We sisters have to stick together!" Carol said huskily, already eager with anticipation. When Sarah was completely undressed, she started on her own clothing, rubbing her thighs together as that old familiar heat began to surge in her loins.
Rex looked from one to the other, staring longingly at their smooth, naked young female bodies. Three of them, all his... he was home at last!
