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This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Caesar Comes, And His Revenge (MF, beast, nc, v) by Caesar (c) 1996 *** Chapter 1 Thunder rumbled with foreboding violence somewhere off to the west above the lush, surrounding hills of the valley. Yet, stars twinkled now and then in the warm, summer-night sky where the patches of gathering clouds didn't obscure them. A pale half-moon outlined the small town's hushed streets when the sweeping masses permitted, determining century- old, framed houses and great, gnarled elm-trees lining the ways. A white, wooden church-steeple that had stood in Cresent Valley since its founding some five-score years passed, dominated the heart of the settlement. It was late, nearing midnight, and the town square, along with its two-blocks of locked business establishments, rested in the feeble, silent glow of sparse street-lamps and occasional neon tubings of vivid reds, greens and blues. A distance off in the hills, an animal, a stray wolf perhaps, wailed an eerie howl that carried across the uneasily sleeping valley. Then, the unmistakable sound of rhythmic footfalls against pavement grew louder, shattering the ghostly stillness. By the dim, artificial light, one could make out the trim figure of a young girl moving rapidly as she hummed to herself in a timorous voice and turned onto the darkness of Cypress Street, purposely ignoring the far- end of the square where the town hall loomed. Immediately, her tiny feet began to gain in tempo. Lightning, but not of the jagged, bolt variety, momentarily illuminated her night world as she walked with increasing speed along the nearly pitch-darkened street toward her home. Her young mind was not at ease and she hummed as if to deny that to herself. She was thinking that her Uncle Link could get quite up-tight when she stayed out after eleven... and it was almost midnight. But they'd been having such a good time dancing and talking that she'd truly forgotten about the hour. She hoped that he wouldn't be waiting for her... and if Nell Carter was there he wouldn't be... that was a near certainty. She could well surmise what he would be doing with his bleached housekeeper from L.A.! The lightning flashed again, startling her, following by the vibrating roll of distant thunder. It would storm tonight, she thought. Last night it had nearly broken when she'd accompanied Uncle Link and the men on their frantic chase after the wild dog pack. She hadn't wanted to go, but he'd insisted. She was an expert rifle marksman and a capable horse-woman, prime requisites when the sheep were being threatened. She'd had no choice but to go, and God... she would never forget it! The way her uncle had clubbed and tortured that wild, fawn-colored female dog! What a beautiful animal she had been, too, and almost ready to whelp. It sickened her now as she remembered the vicious manner he'd used to beat the beautiful animal rather than shoot her. Some of the men had actually cursed him... "Dammit, shoot her, Chief! You don't have to torture the bitch that way!" But for a few minutes he'd been like a maniac, as if he'd lost all control! There'd been no stopping him; he'd hardly heard a word any of them shouted at him. "For Christ sake, stop it, Unk! No need for that!" "Shut up, you damned fools!" he'd roared at them, clubbing the wailing crippled animal, but only hard enough to break its bones and not kill it. "You want your goddamned sheep raided night after night... or do you want to put an end to it? Well? This is the way to do it! The rest of that pack has got to hear her cries! That's the only way to drive them off... throw the fear of man into them!" Maybe, he had been right, she didn't know, but the ordeal had affected her as nothing before in her teenaged life. Even in the despicable hatred she'd suddenly felt toward him while he was cruelly killing the dog, certain sensations of incredible excitement had filled her, causing her young body to tremble and cover with chilling goose-flesh. God, it had been weirdly exhilarating! Yet, only moments before as she'd waked through the square, she had kept her eyes averted from viewing the poor dead thing where she hung on the flagless pole in front of the town hall. There was something about her uncle's hanging of the animal's senselessly broken carcass there that nauseated her, but once again he'd insisted that the wild pack would know and stay clear, that the massive German Shepherd which led them would understand "in his devil's soul that he'd met his match!" Yes, he was probably right... violence seemed to be the only way in this world... Split seconds of brightening flashes again made familiar surroundings discernible and Annie Purcell, sixteen-years old, hummed louder to herself as she quickly tripped along toward her Uncle Link Morgan's home, unaware of the avenging eyes intently watching her approach. Had she been closer when the skies briefly glowed she might have caught the glistening reflection from the gold medallion that hung from a chain at the throat of the huge German Shepherd dog. She might even halve seen the figure of an eagle embossed on one of its sides, or the ancient Roman centurion on the opposite... or perhaps, the name inscribed in circled letters: Caesar! The sleek and powerful animal had stealthily slipped into Crescent Valley once darkness had blanketed the town. With embittered patience, he had lingered in a nearby wooded slope waiting for the shadows to lengthen, his unique senses vindictively tormented by the cruel, drawn- out death of his mate. He had watched the unnecessary torture and instinctively thought of his young in her belly. Around him, the pack had uneasily milled at her agonized cries, certain males daring to move in close, as if to challenge his leadership. But a growling warning had been sufficient to shy them off. There was nothing to be done, he accurately sensed, when the human chose to destroy them... nothing, only retribution! Now, he clung in motionless silence to the shadows of the overgrowth, his burning amberish eyes piercing the night as if it did not exist. He watched the girl's approach and knew her from the night before. There was youth and vivacious beauty in her movements, his inimitable instincts told him. Earlier, he had stalked the house not a half-block away of the brute-man who had so cruelly killed his mate. Then, he had intuitively moved toward this overgrown excavation where a human's shelter had once been started and not completed. Only the pit where the cellar had been dug, its stone foundation laid and nearly hidden beneath scrub brush, remained. There, he waited, a mysterious and indefinable power advising him of the oncoming girl and her relationship to the man and the town he had sworn his animal vengeance against. Sometimes, maybe too often, when she was alone and uneasy in the darkness, Annie thought of her parents and that fateful night they had the accident on the way to San Diego. It was futile, even foolish, she knew; they were very gone... long ago... and now there was only Uncle Link, but she couldn't help thinking about them sometimes. Well... she did love her uncle. He'd been good to her; besides, he was her mother's brother and only living relative. But... but the way he'd begun to look at her lately, too often in fact, especially when he'd been drinking, which was every night... His eyes... the gleam in them, and the twist to his mouth... God, it frightened her. It was those times that she was glad that Nell Carter was in the house. Perhaps, she was being silly... after all, he was the town's Chief of Police, and certainly he'd never made even one out of the way advance toward her in the six years she'd lived with him. Really, it was unfair of her to harbor such feelings. He had enough enemies in the Valley as it was without her adding her name to their list. Still... why had he felt it necessary to torture that beautiful female dog before he killed her? She had never seen him like that in all of the many hours they had spent together hunting and riding. It hardly seemed that such brutality was necessary, even in this callused world. Yet, she still couldn't deny the strange feeling of almost obscure excitement it had given her! God, she wasn't some sort of sadist like they talked about in sex-education at school, was she? Maybe it was inherent... in the family blood! Hadn't she actually become all goose-pimply and keyed- up, seeing him wielding that club across the beautiful animal's back! M-My God! Wh-What was that? F-for a moment... she'd thought she saw eyes... burning eyes like glowing coals in that brush! What on earth could it be! M-Maybe, she b-better start running! Caesar anticipated the long, chestnut-haired teenager's frightened move seconds before she made it, and with furtive swiftness bolted from his hidden place to confront her there on the narrow sidewalk! In overwhelming horror, Annie froze! She stared in awesome disbelief at the massive creature's viciously bared fangs gleaming in the faint moon-light! Her breathing choked in her young throat at the blazing eyes that were fixed on her and the ferocious, deep-throated growl that the huge beast threateningly gave forth! Had she tried, she knew that she could not move... her legs were growing numb, as if they were petrified! It was him... the wild pack's leader! The thing around his neck glistening in the moonlight... she had thought she'd seen such a medal when they'd chased and gotten close to them the night before! Oh... Oh God... he was moving toward her, rouching, preparing to leap! Scream! Scream! She tried, but couldn't... and then, mercifully she fainted... * * * Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through Annie's young belly as she lay limply on her back, a maze of disconnected thought- waves suddenly swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her and she tried to move, but stopped at the sound of a low, animal-like snarl. She opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there unmoving, the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a weirdly rising excitement. Her teenaged brain functioned in its effort to restore normalcy. W-Where was she? It was dark... yet there was a half-moon and... and stars... wh-what had happened? Thunder filled the darkness of the warm summer air as simultaneously, further charges of stimulating arousal raced through her youthful loins and belly. Annie raised her hands to her throat in revived fear. She lifted herself to her elbows with the full brunt of her returning memory. Then, by the flash of revealing lightning, she saw that she was naked... wholly and shamefully naked... saw that she was lying with her legs obscenely spread apart... and... and that the massive wolf-like German Shepherd was standing between her thighs--his tongue laxly out and his great head lowered just above... above her pantyless vagina! Again, fire-filled sensations charged through the young virginal core of her naked body. The warm, wet contact of his saliva-drenched tongue spread open the sparse, hair-lined lips of her tight young cuntal crevice, Waving its sensitive, pink inner-flesh with a taunting upsweep that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion brushing over her! My God! He... he was licking her down there between her open thighs! Had she been petrified prior to fainting, Annie was now shockingly panic-struck. The unbelievable sight of what was happening between her naked, widespread legs, the realization that the vicious animal was actually licking at her virginal young pussy with his hot, wet tongue, was about to drive her hysterical. Yet, somehow, she knew that she must retain control of herself if she were to come out of this alive! To struggle against him in any way might bring him fiercely charging at her throat! She couldn't restrain the whimper of extreme dread when, by the next flash of lightning, she saw tatters of her clothing ripped and strewn about them. God, he must have torn them from her with his teeth! Wh-what sort of animal was it that would do such a thing to a human female? She gaped at him through the darkness which her eyes were growing accustomed to, and saw his own burning orbs staring hotly at her as he continued to obscenely lick and nuzzle at her helplessly exposed vaginal lips. A tremor of incredulous sensations caused her to convulse in her shameful nakedness. Oh Cod, he-he was almost human... that expression in his unrelenting eyes... and what he was doing to her nakedly stripped loins! Oooohh... what he was doing to her! She'd never known such sensuous feelings in her belly, and her pussy, in spite of her fear, felt as if there was a hot little fire glowing inside it! Even... even her breasts tingled in excitement, she realized, as she mentally cupped, then pinched their tiny, hardened nipples... But... but this was insane! My God... the dog would kill her before he was done... tear her to pieces! She had to keep her head... to get away from him as soon as possible! Maybe... maybe, if she just jumped to her feet and ran? God, she had to do something; he intended to kill her, she felt certain of that... and... and maybe even eat her! It was the latter horrible thought that made Annie feebly cry out, then attempt to scramble onto hands and knees and blindly crawl away. Caesar waited only long enough for her to reach the all-fours position before unleashing a savage growl, stopping the curvaceous, naked teenager in icy-veined terror. She uncontrollably sobbed out, the fear- filled, choking sounds little more than animalistic whines in the gripping anguish of her unbelievable horror. From that point, the huge dog never seemed to hesitate, but moved as if his intentions had been predetermined. He mounted her from behind, his powerful forepaws clutching at the soft, white flesh of her youthfully cubed hips, his wet tongue hanging loosely from his rapaciously open mouth! Annie dared not breathe! She was that terrified with his sudden clamber up behind her unprotected nakedness, his strong, hairy forelegs clutching at her narrow waist and the arch of her hips! Hadn't she seen animals do it together like this a thousand times? Good Lord! Her firm young breasts quivered and swayed beneath her chest from the jarring force of his luridly obscene position behind her defenselessly upraised buttocks. Then suddenly, she felt the gold medallion that hung from his neck grazing the smooth-fleshed hollow of her nude back! He... he was going...going to do it to her... as if she were nothing more than a... a whining bitch dog! "N-no... no, please!" Annie heard herself whimper as something long and pointed probed wetly back between the nakedly raised trembling mounds of her softly trembling buttocks and lewdly spread thighs. Her brain swam once more! My God, she was a virgin... and he was going to do it to her! At that precise moment, whatever additional thoughts she had were abruptly swept away when she sensed the nose of his hardened animal-penis prodding at the tight, wet mouth of her defenselessly spread vagina! Dear God, no... no! She desperately tried to squirm away from the vise- like grip of his encircling paws, but it was useless, and like a charging, white-hot lance, the solid thickness of his long animal-cock spread the soft hair fringed lips and forced its way up into her saliva- slickened little vaginal passage with a slight, wet popping sound and rippling the smoothly yielding walls wide apart before its bevel-tipped hardness! Annie gasped for illusive breath as the huge length of blood-filled dog-penis stretched and filled her young cuntal channel like a muscular arm rammed into the sleeve of a child's garment, its pointed end smacking heavily back up against the very base of her tender, young cervix. Again, she choked out a whimpering gasp, while the great beast who was mounting her from behind snarled out a low commanding growl of triumph, then began to animalistically hump and fuck up into her! The teenager's mind was a vortex of unheralded, emotional sensations! Her entire head vibrated with the pounding blood racing through her brain, while her youthful white body that was bent nakedly before the wild fucking dog, quivered and convulsed in the throes of unknown, sensuous agony. Her vaginal-passage felt as if it had been impaled with the heavy, sawed off limb of a tree; yet, at the same time, there were weird spasms of intensively rising desire filling her! Nevertheless, she compulsively fought the sensuality, her sickened, fear-filled mind concerned only with the horrifying animal fucking she was receiving from behind! It struck her then that his heavily burrowing penis of hardened animal-flesh had ripped her wide open! She'd felt the thin membrane of her maidenhead give way with a bursting stab of pain, and she was certain the vicious beast had horribly torn the expanded little hole of her vaginal mouth! Oh God, she might bleed to death there in that deserted cellar if he didn't kill her outright! Again, with a twisting lurch of her naked, youthful body, she tried to shake free from his long, piercing thick hardness from her cock- filled young pussy, but her efforts were in vain. Caesar's fierce growl chilled the very marrow of her teenaged bones, while his powerful hairy forelegs clutched possessively at her soft waist and hips! Thrusting! Thrusting! Like a searing firebrand it slithered in and out of her helplessly clasping, young cuntal channel, spreading the virginal passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long, wild cock deeper and deeper up between her helplessly spread thighs! The panting Caesar's mystical intellect made the mighty dog aware of the young girl's sudden resignation and surrender before him. Briefly and in desperation, she had struggled at one last frantic attempt to escape before hopelessly subjecting herself before his conquering attack. He sensed the resistance draining from her naked, human flesh, as it did with his own female bitches when he selected and demanded from them. A spirit of exhilarating revenge raced through his savage body as he watched the upper portion of her smooth, female back drop until her face and young, human breasts were flattened down against the softness of the grass, the rounded mounds of her soft, white buttocks raised submissively to his vindictive assault. This, he instinctively knew, would not breathe life into his torturously murdered mate, nor his young that she had carried into death with her, but cryptically imbedded in his animal-brain dwelt an ancient law driving him on... lex talionis... the ancient roman law of retaliation and revenge! Through his unfathomably keen senses he felt his long, lust-hardened penis slithering forward with a wet charge until it was entirely buried in the clutching moist heat of her tightly clinging female passage, his swollen, sperm-laden testicles swinging down and slapping hard against the soft dampness of her lightly curling pubic hair. Mercilessly, he bucked and plunged into the hot, yielding cuntal flesh, hearing her feminine moans and feeling the trembling nakedness of her smooth, white buttocks flattening up against his belly as he attempted to skewer her onto the last remaining inch of his thickly lengthening rod of hotly driving flesh! Though her young brain was still overwhelmed with the incredible obscenity me wild, wolf-like dog was committing on her helpless, naked body, Annie could not ignore the sensual incitement his enormous animal cock had almost immediately set off inside her. At first, his savage thrust into her virginal young loins had nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony of its huge hardness bursting into her. But now, the stark horror and shame of the shocking animal-rape itself was forgotten, only the invading presence of the brute's long, thick cock plowing open the sensitive, resistant flesh of her never before entered vagina, registered in her mind. Like a hotly reaming piston, it had raced into her unprotected pussy, until in seconds he had rammed it all the way up inside the vainly resisting channel! Desperately, she had fought for breath while tears of pain streamed down her cheeks and her convulsing body struggled in its vulnerable nakedness to be free! But as the brute relentlessly continued to fuck up into the liquid, wide- stretched flesh between her lewdly upturned buttocks, the pain seemed to dissolve into impossible sensations of intensely growing arousal, equaling those which his hot, Waving tongue had first spread through her trembling young belly! Oh God, if she were sinning by succumbing to him, let it be! Oh God... Let it be! Now, as unthinkable as it was, she had begun to feel the texture of his sleek animal coat beneath his belly brushing teasingly against the opened, smooth mounds of her nakedly exposed buttocks, and she pressed her face and tingling, nipple-tipped breasts harder down until they were flattened and groveling onto the grass-softened earth! Her young brain reeled with the unbelievable intoxication of what was happening to her! She, a virginal, teenaged human, being attacked and actually raped by a wild dog, as if she were a bitch-animal of his own kind! O-oh God, w-was it really taking place? And why did she think of a wild dog us "he" rather than "it"... as if the brute were human, himself? There! There! She'd done it again... "himself!" I-It had to be his mesmeric hard animal-cock that was wildly filling her burning pussy- hole! Never in her life had she felt so lust-filled... or even known the lewd, obscene sensation of wanting to be fucked... fucked... fucked until she was almost dead from the joy of it! "Oooohh... ooohhh... yes, yes... do it! F-fuck me, fuck me harder like that!" Annie hissed with a trembling whisper, twisting her earth- dirtied, young face to gape back and up at the panting beast avengingly fucking into her. She was helplessly impaled all the way up to the testicles on his huge animal-cock and heedlessly reveling in newly discovered joy at its unnatural possession of her newly awakened young cunt! She breathed a sensual moan of passion from her lust-moistened lips, and began to move uncontrollably backwards with rhythmic gyrations to meet Caesar's ravaging thrusts. His forelegs clung to her softly curved hips like strong, furry arms, and she began to wantonly undulate her curvaceous young body back at him in the perpetual undulations of the female whore down through the ages. Though she could hardly govern her awakened natural desires, the teenager's intuition told her that with them she was, in some weird way, winning the favor of the massive, wild animal fucking inhumanely into her receptive young cunt. That insane belief, and that alone, dammed away the terror and shame she had known in the beginning. Only youthful, secret lust filled her now as she rotated her white, smoothly rounded young buttocks backward in answering little circles to the beasts wildly plunging cock, giving her naked self fully to the erotic wonder of the lewd animal fucking she was receiving back in her now eagerly absorbing young pussy. He would spare her because of his sexual attachment, realizing she was more than a friend, perhaps a mistress... like the fawn-colored dog had been to him before she was so cruelly killed! She knew that much of animals, thanks to Uncle Link. And she knew as well that they... every man in the valley... would not rest until this wild brute was dead, once they learned what had happened to her! There was no one to tell the ugly truth, to reveal the whorish manner in which she was voluntarily grinding her lewdly spread nakedness back onto the huge dog's beautiful driving cock! Animals couldn't speak... they couldn't talk about their master's indiscretions like the slaves of history! Caesar knew and welcomed the hot, wet clasping of her desire-clenched vagina back onto his thrusting length of hardened maleness, an inbred, unquestionable sensation of male domination momentarily sparking the depths of his wilderness keened brain. The lower, more base instincts of her soft, human body had taken control, even as her supposedly superior mind fell into complacent lust. It was natural; she couldn't help it, he discerned as he humped more heavily up between her open buttocks. Such were the inevitable plights of the human... had once been his own, and perhaps would be again... but now! Annie wished there was some way she could bend her head all the way back up under her kneeling body and watch his enormous, pleasure-giving dog-cock disappearing inside her tightly clasping pussy! God, she was little more than a deplorable bitch... but she'd never even imagined such erotic bliss! Just to see it... see it fucking in and out up inside her hot, wetly clasping cunt lips that had hardly ever known more than her own tiny finger! But, at best, she could only visualize their orgiastic spectacle, the mere thought of their lewd, unnatural coupling sending unknown, salacious excitement raging through her passionately aroused young body. She groaned aloud in her all consuming passion and ground her softly yielding buttocks back hard against his strong, mercilessly battering animal-flesh, sensing the tiny rivulets of moisture building wetly in the smoothly rotating crevice separating the whiteness of her asscheeks. Then, she felt the tiny streams beginning to dribble down the backs and rhythmically working tendons of her supple inner thighs, while the sudden mounting pressure in her loins and belly signaled that something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside her! In and out, in and out, Caesar rapidly fucked the slavishly kneeling girl, a wet staccato of flesh-slapping sounds hollowly filling the open, dark cellar, his keen animal-brain savoring a measure of vengeance in his human rape of her helplessly naked young body. His powerful, hardened penis was bursting into her as if she were some ripe fruit, destroying her chaste mind forever, he knew, and therein lay his revenge upon the humans who had destroyed his mate. Between each thrust, he sensed her tender young vaginal passage relaxing, then swallowing his solid length back up inside again and holding it fast in a hot, hungry clutch of eagerly working cuntal muscles. He saw her smooth, white body tense and relax again and again beneath him as she began to incessantly moan. His great organ seemed to grow and harden even more when he felt the soft, fleshy ridges inside her hot contracting belly giving way before his unsparing assault. Again, she twisted her head to look back at him and he witnessed her mouth suddenly gasping open, but the coming scream half-choked in her slender young throat. Instead, she began to toss her head wildly from side to side her long chestnut-hair flailing about her naked shoulders. She had reached the beginning paroxysm of female orgasm, he perceived, when she began to savagely swivel her rounded, white buttocks hotly and crazily back against him like any of the rutting bitches of his own wild dog pack. His tongue hung loosely from his panting mouth as he fucked with heavy, buttock flattening humps up between the soft, furiously undulating mounds of human, female-flesh. Once more, she screamed, this time, her cry piercing the night while she rammed deliriously back onto his huge thrusting hardness, and he drove it mercilessly forward to begin spitting its hot, wet semen in bullet-like spurts deep up into her young hungrily clasping cuntal passage! Caesar felt her smooth, rounded buttocks begin to contract and jerk back against his hotly empty testicles, uncontrollably hollowing and tensing, indicating the zenith moment within her voraciously quivering young belly. He felt the thick, wet combination of their orgasmic release seeping out around the flushed lips of her rhythmically throbbing pussy lips as her hot, clutching young vaginal channel ravenously squeezed and pulled at his rapidly spurting penis. She fell forward then, away from him, her legs still spread wide apart, and in the light of the half-moon her rounded white buttocks glistened wetly from his expended semen. He could see her opened pink flesh and the soaked dark hair of her ravished young loins, as she breathed heavily in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he stepped over her outstretched nakedness and raised his head toward the moon... Across the uneasily sleeping valley, an eerie howl split the heavy silence, causing men and women to restlessly toss in their beds... a harmless stray wolf, perhaps... Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 2 The chilling, wolf-like cry had sent a tiny tremor rippling over Jean Blakely's curvaceous, naked body, and she snuggled backwards in the bed, up tighter against her young husband, finding reassurance in his sheltering, rugged masculinity. He stirred with the movement, making her realize that she was tickling his face again with strands of her long blonde hair. His strong hand cupping the resilient flesh of her left breast started to move away, then returned as if in after-thought to reclaim the firm, full mound, and she felt the length of his flaccid penis possessively seating itself tighter back between her buttocks, the pubic hair of his lean pelvis pleasurefully brushing against their yielding, sensitive smoothness. She quietly sighed in drowsing unrest. Her soft belly and tingling sperm flooded vaginal walls still fluttered with little throbbing spasms from the rapture of their love-making. It had nearly happened this time, and she was confident that very soon they would discover the intimate formula. Most of all, she had made him happy; all else, even her own fulfillment, was of secondary importance... but the animal's lonely cry had seemed to add to her uneasiness. Wide awake once more, Jean's novelly devoted young mind fell into thought. It was just that everything was so strange to her, she supposed... and she loved him so much. Their marriage, Crescent Valley, this new and foreign life away from the city, the latter all that she'd ever really known... it was such a different existence... except for his being a law-enforcement officer. She'd vowed, after watching her Mom's many many nights of worry that she'd never marry a lawman... and here she was, happier than she could ever have dreamed possible. Of course, with Mark it was a little different; he was a deputy sheriff in an almost rural district, while her dad had been a Los Angeles detective with his life constantly in danger, but why couldn't Mark have been a druggist, or a carpenter, or... or? Ridiculous... lying there thinking such nonsense! He was Mark Blakely and she loved him with every ounce of strength she possessed! In fact, she couldn't imagine him being anything else but a deputy sheriff; he looked so handsome in his uniform. Besides, if he'd chosen any other career she probably would never have met him! Certainly, he wouldn't have been in L.A. attending the police academy seminar for that week, nor could her father have invited him home to dinner! And what a beautiful, whirlwind seven-days they had been: first, the double-dates with Steve and Carol; then, the private ones of their own... and the very first kiss! Shortly, Mark's proposal had followed. Lord, she'd thought she was going to go out of her mind with happiness! Mom had guessed before they'd even had a chance to tell her, Jean remembered, smiling to herself in the darkness, and Dad had just stood there beaming proudly, waiting to give them both his blessing. Two months ago, yet it seemed like yesterday that Judge Wilton had pronounced them man and wife. It hadn't been at all what she'd girlishly envisioned as her wedding, but neither she nor Mark had wanted to wait another minute. Besides, he'd had to get back here to the valley and she'd had no intentions of letting him come alone... nor had she really known one single moment of regret over her snap decision. She'd loved him from the very first instant their eyes had met, and that, she knew, would never change regardless of what he did to her... or what he couldn't do... But that wasn't fair, that last uncalled-for thought, she mentally reprimanded, angry with her self. Gently, she caressed his big, virile hand warmly cupping her naked breast, brushing with fervent affection the soft masculine hair that grew sparsely along its back. He would soon discover the intrinsic key to bringing her to orgasm, she reassured herself, a tiny passionate tremor rippling over her once more, the erotic anticipation nearly as satisfying to her young, voluptuous body as the unlocked moment itself might be... Though he hadn't moved any portion of himself, except his face to escape the perfumed taunting of her silken hair teasing at his chin, Mark lay wide-eyed, well aware of his new young wife's sleeplessness. Again tonight he'd failed, he confusedly thought. And she'd been almost there, that much he felt certain of, but he hadn't been able to hold back his cum any longer! Damn, she was so lovely... her breath-taking body... so soft and white and roundedly curved at every strategic point... he had only to look down at her and he was lost! He'd cum like some sort of unleashed, pumping fountain, his bloated balls achingly pressuring the sperm from them in wild, spurting gushes that had damned near torn him apart! And after that, what could he possibly do for an encore... even knowing that she was as excited and tighter than a drum inside, hoping, just hoping and giving herself to him... only to be left played with, but never released? What else was there for her outside of wrapping her soft arms around his neck as she pressed her warm smooth curies tightly against his spent body and passionately whispered how much she loved him... that it was all right, and maybe next time it would be different? What else... except hit him in the face with a shoe, or something, the way the wealthy and spoiled Lydia Newell would react? But then, Jean was no Lydia, was she, not his gorgeous Jeannie? Christ, it wasn't even honorable to tie both of them into the same thought! Maybe if he'd waited until things were in better straits here in the valley, he could've made this twenty-two year old golden young Venus some sort of a physically satisfying husband! Not only was Lydia an ever-present menace to their marriage with her sensually vicious body and mind, but there was the rotten drug problem the town had suddenly been exposed to among its young people... and even worse, the unbelievable wild-dog pack that was raiding the herds for food, plus, the stupid damned stories that were spreading about its huge, mysterious leader. He'd brought her there right in the midst of it all... his precious Jeannie, exposing her to the worst possible side of the valley. He hadn't been thinking... couldn't, damnit! He'd been that far gone... completely and totally in love... if that term could accurately describe what had happened to him. Hell, for himself, he wasn't sorry. Like any man, he was too damned lustful. But for the exotically precious young woman he held snugly embraced against him, he couldn't help feel genuine concern. Christ, he loved her so damned much! If only he'd used his head, or heart, instead of his brainless hard cock to do his thinking! "You're awake, aren't you, Darling," he heard her softly whisper in a statement rather than a question. "I could tell by the way your hand began to squeeze and stroke my breast." "Y-yes," he breathed, feeling her trying to cuddle her intoxicating, nakedness back against him even closer, her smooth little hand holding his that was intently clutching the firm resilience of the unbelievably full mounds on her chest. A revived sensation of desire charged through him at the meaningful squirm of her satin-smooth buttocks back against his cock between them, causing it to lurch into the first stages of re-hardness and she passionately whimpered. He kissed the crown of her head, even as thoughts of Link Morgan, Lydia Newell, and the ferocious dog-pack with its wild leader raced through it. Why he should think of them, and especially a brute animal at such a time, was unanswerable! She was so beautiful, so softly luscious, so absolutely feminine! "W-what's bothering you, Darling?" she whispered. "You. Just you, Baby... nothing else." "Oh darling..." she said, kissing his hand. "I-I know you want to mean that... but there's something else on your mind... Already, I can tell, and I've only known you two-months. You can't lie to me, Mark... not ever... Please? What is it? Let me worry with you? Isn't that part of our life together?" He didn't answer right away. Then: "Of course, Baby. I'll always tell you," he lied, feeling protective in the act. "Minor things, really... day to day details that I have to be concerned with..." "What about the dogs?" she asked in a hushed tone. "The dogs?" "The wild-pack everyone is talking about that raid the sheep?" "What about them? It happens all the time." "Not according to the women in the neighborhood," she quietly replied. "Old Granny Obert said something about it being a hundred years ago when the valley was first settled that dogs actually ran wild like this. And... and she insists that... that they had the same leader..." "Good Lord, Jean! You can't believe that medieval nonsense! Dammit, those pipe-smoking, nursing-home cases ought to be carted away!" Mark snapped, rolling onto his back and letting free of her breast. Immediately, Jean turned over, crowding close to hug him. He could see her lovely heart-shaped face by the light of the half-moon filtering in through their open window. "Well, don't get angry with me, Sweetheart," she entreated. "I'm only trying to tell the deputy sheriff what's circulating around town..." "The deputy sheriff can't do a damned thing in this little burg!" he snapped, not meaning to sound angry. "His jurisdiction begins at its town-limits. Inside those barriers, Chief of Police Link Morgan enforces the law... such as it is..." "Darling, Darling, please? You're beginning to sound mean." "I don't intend to... I'm sorry," he said, his brain suddenly filled with the memory of the three boys he'd picked up for pushing dope at the Valley High School. He'd turned them over to Link and nothing had happened yet, not even a hearing before Judge Collins... but then, even the Judge was on Link's pay, wasn't he. Goddamnit, how could you maintain law and the citizens' rightful peace in an area like this with such as Link Morgan and the Newells? They controlled! Damnit, sometimes he was tempted to ask Sheriff Hester for a transfer! He would if it wasn't for his Dad... dead now, killed by Link's accidental hunting bullet! Yeah, he would because of Jeannie, but he knew he'd never be able to forgive himself! The sons of bitches! Goddamnit, he never should have brought her there until it was all cleared! The telephone interrupted his thoughts. Jean let free of him as he fumbled for the light-switch then the instrument setting on the table beside him. She tensed as it rang again. There had been only a few such night calls since their marriage, but each of them had been serious enough to take him from her... auto accidents... a robbery... and... "What the hell are you saying, Doc?" she heard Mark incredulously blurt out. "The Purcell girl... Link Morgan's niece? My God... did he maul her? What? Th-that's impossible! I can't believe... listen, I'll be right there, Doc! Have you called Link? Okay... okay, I'll be right over!" Jean could hardly believe the appalled expression wrenching the handsome features of her husband's rugged face. He was staring at her, but frighteningly not seeing her, she realized. Whatever it was all about, the knowledge of it had actually drained the blood from his chiseled features! "Wh-what is it, Mark?" she hesitantly asked, sitting upright in the bed and pulling the sheet up over her nakedness as he hurriedly bolted to the floor and began to dress. "What? Oh... an accident, Honey... there's been an accident... nothing for you to worry about," he managed after a moment, as if her were pacifying a child. He was lying and she blew it, that thought alone sending an icy chill along her naked spine. He would never he, only to protect her, or keep her from worrying... "A-Annie Purcell, you said... and... and did he maul her... please, Darling, tell me the truth?" "Damnit, Jean, it's nothing for you to concern yourself with!" he snapped as he strapped on his holstered pistol, then went to the closet and brought out his shotgun. His sharpness of tone, rather than offending her, only added to her anxiety. "Just go to sleep... and I'll be back as quick as I can..." He started out the door, then, as if on second thought, crossed the room to close their bedroom window, that surprising act almost completely unnerving her. "Why did you do that?" she brusquely questioned. "Would you like to have me suffocate here in my ignorance, too?" She saw him swallow tightly and move toward the bed, bending down to kiss her. "Please, Baby... I can't explain now... there isn't time. I've got to get over to Doc Emory's," he said, stroking her back as he warmly kissed her lips. "Just trust me and do as I ask... all right?" "Al-all right, Darling... I'm sorry..." "I know... now try to get some sleep... and don't worry." "I-I'II try," she promised as he smiled back one last time before disappearing through the doorway. * * * Some dozen men in hasty dress had gathered in front of the Doctor's house when Mark drove up. Most of them were carrying rifles or shotguns, and the others, he assumed, were armed one way or another. He snapped his own shotgun into its accessible bracket and stepped from the patrol car. "Hello, Mark," a naselish voice he recognized as Fred Clark's greeted, the tall, thin man approaching him. "I found her... stumbling along Cypress Street, naked as a plucked little jay-bird and filthy dirty, poor kid..." "Had she been mauled, Fred?" Mark questioned, repeating the question that Doc Emory had not answered. "Hell... couldn't tell for sure," the other replied. "Didn't see any blood, but she was crazy, hysterical... moaning that the goddamned brute had raped her! The wife and I both heard her scream. We only live a hundred yards or so from that cellar, you know!" "Is Link inside?" Mark interrupted him. "Yeah, and right ready to kill," the informant said. "Cripes, I never saw him so wild, Mark!" The tall deputy pressed through the gathering, moving up the walkway toward the lighted porch. He still couldn't believe it, and would not until Doc Emory repeated his affirmation. Cripes, such goddamned things didn't happen, except in old wives' tales! "Come in, Mark," Mrs. Emory invited in a hushed voice, opening the door in her night robe. "They're in the living room. The poor girl is sleeping... Doctor gave her a sedative." "Thanks, Mrs. Emory," Mark nodded, moving toward the raised sound of Link Morgan's gruff voice. The barrel-chested, unshaven man was dressed in his usual non-uniform of khaki shirt open at the collar, leather hunting pants and boots. He'd been drinking; his small colorless eyes were bloodshot and his shock of white hair uncombed. To Mark, he always looked like a man in his sixties, rather than pre-fifty, the result, undoubtedly, of his own dissipation. "Hello, Doc," Mark greeted the slight, mustached physician first, then with a nod: "Link. What happened... how is she?" "I'll tell you what happened, Blakely! That goddamned wild sonofabitch dog raped my niece, and I'm going to hang its hide as high as that bitch on the flagpole in front of town-hall! Only first, I'm going to rip the bastard's nuts off!" Link bitterly snarled, addressing the fact that Mark had warned him against taking an armed posse into his jurisdiction again for any reason. Mrs. Emory had started to enter the room, but quickly left at the Chief of Police's lurid choice of words. Mark bit at his lower lips, forcefully controlling himself. He said: "What are your findings, Doctor?" The slight, aging bald man solemnly nodded, giving medical credence to the broad-shouldered police-chief's ranting version. "No doubt about it, Mark... the beast actually attacked her. Its animal semen was present in my examination. Surprisingly, it didn't harm her in any other way... oh a few scratches, but they could have occurred when it tore the clothing from her. Actually, she's suffering mostly from shock. I've given her a sedative. She's sleeping in my office..." "You mean, the dog literally ripped the clothing from her?" Mark asked in disbelief. "You're fucking well told he did!" Link roared, raising a waterglass half-filled with liquor to his lips that he had undoubtedly wheedled from the doctor. He gulped half of it, breathing in shortened rasps as he glared at the deputy. "Shredded the goddamned panties and everything else right off her, and Fred Clark was there when I gathered 'em up! I tell you again, Blakely, that devil from hell's got to die! It ain't enough that the pack is killing the sheep, now they're attacking young, innocent girls and fucking 'em like bitches! You tell me that bastard ain't some kind of evil spirit Tom Satan, himself?" "You're talking like an ass, Link!" Mark short-temperedly replied. "I don't know the answer but there has to be one! Maybe... maybe Annie can give it to us when she's herself again..." "You go to hell, Blakely!" the powerful man snarled, stomping about the room, then gulping the remainder of his drink. "I, for one, ain't waiting for that evil sonofabitch to attack another girl in Crescent Valley! I aim to do something about it, whether you lay sanction or not! I'm forming a posse and going out!" "There'll be no posse, Link... unless I call for them," Mark calmly interrupted him. "I won't tolerate the brutal torture of animals, even vicious ones, the way you did last night. Out there is my territory, and I intend to guard it. I don't intend to have a bunch of liquor-whipped maniacs riding those hills with rifles and shotguns. If you remember, Link, that's the way my father died!" "Wh-what the hell are you saying, boy? That was an accident!" the huge man spat, well aware of the deputy sheriff's meaning. "Christ, could I help it if he wore a jacket the same color as that cougar? You... you think I meant to shoot him?" "Here, here... both of you, stop!" Doc Emory stepped in. "You're letting this get the best of you. I know it's a horrible situation, but you must try to work together... for the good of the community!" Mark tightly swallowed. He wasn't pleased with his own outburst. "Of course, you're right, Doc. I'm sorry," he said, watching the little man's slow, understanding smile. "I'll place a call to the conservation department immediately. This is their problem..." "Problem!" Link blurted. "Their problem! You go to hell, Blakely! This is my problem, and every man, woman, and child in this valley! That fucking brute raped my niece and I don't intend to sit back while some square-headed tree-planter decides to do something about it! You've got twenty-four hours, deputy, and you better hope to Christ that son of Satan doesn't attack another girl!" he roared, slamming his glass down hard onto a table before storming toward the doorway. There, he turned one final time. "I warn you... twenty-four hours... and then I defy any man in this valley to stop me!" Mark stood straight and silent, listening to the big man's heavy foot-falls, and finally the unnecessary crash of the front door shutting behind him. In all truth, if everything Doc had said was accurate, he was hardly sure he could blame the police chief... except that he was drunk, or nearly so... "He's upset, Mark," Doc said, breaking the silence. "You know Link... spontaneous and gruff. He only knows one way..." "An outmoded way, I'm afraid," Mark replied, sighing and taking a half-turn around the room. "Would you like a drink?" the physician invited. "No thanks. I'd like a bit more information, though." "Shoot." "Y-you're certain the dog actually raped her? " The little man made a shrugging motion. "How certain can you be? Intercourse, yes. The presence of the dog's sperm... yes... absolutely!" "But he didn't hurt hers Doc," the deputy enthusiastically pressed. "You said there were no marks of such..." "None. Positively none! And I am as amazed as you are, Mark. It... it seems almost diabolical, doesn't it?" "I-I don't know, Doc... Christ, I really don't know what to think," Mark heard himself reply his mind whirling. "Those... those crazy tales that women like Granny Obert whisper... about the brute having done the same thing a hundred years ago... damn! How old is she, anyway?" "Ninety four-five-six... somewhere in there... she would, or could remember," Doc Emory softly answered. "She's mentioned it to me, you know... the leader, I mean, with that old Roman medallion around his neck..." "Do you believe it, Doc?" The little man offered an excusing smile. "I'm a doctor, Mark... forty years a practitioner... I believe only what I see, feel, taste... know to be fact." Mark felt a cold shiver move over him. Ridiculous, he angrily thought... except that he had seen the medallion, too! He said: "Her mentality... Granny Obert's, I mean, what would you say to it, Doc?" "Hmmmm, keen... especially for a woman her age, Mark. Very, very keen..." "Yeah... I thought so... I've talked to her, too... but I wish she'd leave Jeannie alone," Mark said, slowly folding downward onto the edge of the davenport. "It... it can't be true... can it, Doc?" The little man had poured himself a glass of wine. He quietly sat himself into a chair across from Mark, sipped first, then stared off beyond. "I truly don't know how to answer you, Mark. I've spent a lifetime in my profession and this is the first case of its nature I've ever encountered. I have to deal only with the facts, I repeat, that's the nature of my profession. Yours requires more, and that's your problem, if I may. But to answer you, Mr. Deputy Sheriff... can it be true? I say, everything is true until it's proven false... and that's the law of the universe!" "But... but... it can't be, Doc? Christ, it can't be!" The little man smiled and nodded as he plucked at the end of his mustache. "I know," he said, "I know..." Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 3 The fear that hung heavy over the town of Crescent Valley was reflected in the faces of its citizenry the following morning. On the streets, in the shops and within its several bars, men gathered to recount the terrifying rape of little Annie Purcell in solicitous tones punctuated with vile curses, their anger at Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely for refusing to allow a hunting posse into the hills, an open vent for their concealed inner-panic. Something had to be done and right away! It wasn't just a matter of protecting their livestock any longer, not when a ferocious wild dog dared to slink into town and with incredible beastliness actually force a defenseless young girl to her knees and rape her right on the streets! "Hunt the bastards down, I say!" a whiskey drinking, sallow faced customer at the bar of the Crescent Inn Tavern exclaimed with fist- thumping emphasis. "Chief Morgan's right! Take a posse into those hills and gun the sonsofbitches!" "Easier said than done, Dirk," a second drinker put in. "I was with 'em the other night when Link got the fawn bitch. That pack's as tricky's a bevy of minx. If it hadn't been that she was pregnant, the bitch would've gotten away, too... and she was running alongside the big German Shepherd with the gold medal..." "You saw that medal... I mean actually saw it with your own eyes?" the first drinker questioned. "Hell yes, I saw it! Didn't I say so?" the second one proudly insisted. "A big friggin' brute he is too, I'll tell you!" "The way I hear it, the Purcell girl saw that thing around the dog's neck last night when it... it attacked her!" the first drinker said, his liquored eyes growing slanted, a certain lewd glint mingled with uneasiness mirrored in them. "I hadn't heard that," the other replied; then, lowering his voice and leaning closer, he added with an obscene little grin: "But if it was that big bastard, she sure got that tight young pussy of hers full up with cock, I'll tell you!" "Watch it, here comes Link," the first drinker warned. "Morning, Chief. How's little Annie?" "As well's can be expected," the big man glowered, accepting the space at the middle of the bar the group quickly made for him. "Poor kid's still half scared to death. Sits in a corner staring out the window when she ain't crying. Goddamnit, I'll tell you straight out, I'm going to get that fucking brute, and when I do it'll wish it'd never been born!" "What do you mean, Link, a posse?" "That's the only way, and you all know it as well as I do!" the burly police chief snapped. "What about Mark Blakely, Chief?" someone questioned. "He's got twenty-four hours to do whatever he's going to!" Link authoritatively replied. "And if he ain't brought in that beast and its raping pack by then, I'm getting together a bunch of guns to go up into those hills with me, and I guarantee you that I'll bring the fucking bastard back!" You're right, Link... ain't he, boys?" someone loudly prompted, raising an enthusiastic clamor of approvals... as if in numbers they had lessened the uncanny menace they shared in fear... While in kitchens throughout the town, and over backyard fences, women spoke in whispering, apprehensive tones, their unhideable anxiety causing their voices to tremble, as did those of the children and teenagers walking in groups toward the schools, their young faces ashen with frightened expressions. No one of the small town's populace had seemed to have been spared their share of the spectral horror, Jean thought, hurrying toward the Obert's down the street, determined to learn what she could from the withered, pipe-smoking old lady who stared blindly from her rocking-chair and spoke in an aged, cackly voice. Jean had fitfully slept without Mark beside her the remainder of the night, and at dawn when he'd finally arrived home, his haggard face had frightened her. In reluctant bits and pieces while she'd prepared his breakfast, he'd choked out scraps of the abominable rape, leaving her to piece them together and stare at her young husband in shocked awe. Then, before she could question him further, he was on his feet and moving toward the door. "You're not leaving now, Mark? Darling, you haven't slept all night. You must be exhausted..." "I'm fine, Baby," he'd replied forcing a smile as he bent down to kiss her. "I've got some things to do... should be back in a few hours." "Mark... please... there's something terribly weird and unreal about all of this, and I'm not exactly an educated scaredy-cat... but why don't you talk to Granny Obert?" "Please, Jean!" he had snapped her up short. "I've got enough to contend with this morning without listening to a conglomeration of stupid myths. Why don't you bake a pie, or something? l won't be too long..." And with that, he was gone, his patrol car "laying rubber" as the teenagers said, when he'd sped away from the curb. She'd been angry, but that, too, had soon passed once she had reviewed what he'd told her, the terrifying story bringing her to sit on the edge of a chair before the wrinkled, parchment-like skinned woman who puffed incessantly at a corn- cob pipe. "Heh!" the old woman grunted, her mouth spreading wide in a display of toothless gums. "I futured you coming Jean Blakely. Saw you in this old brain o' mine... an' I know why, too! It's him, Caesar, the wild one, ain't it, girl?" "Th-the dog... the leader... yes. Is that his name?" Jean heard herself question, her voice trembling at the aged woman's revelations and tone, watching the other rhythmically rock her chair in tempo to her puffing at the pipe. "Yes... that was his name then... and that's it now," she cackled. "You can see it on the medallion... the eagle, the symbol of the Roman battle standard... and the name... Caesar! Near... near a century ago, girl, when... when I was just a squallin' child, he came with his pack... but I remember... remember well! Yes... I remember well!" "He... they... the pack came last night, Granny," Jean said, fighting the dryness of her throat. "A girl... a young girl was raped... actually raped by him, or one of them!" "It was him! He did it! Caesar... and I can tell you why!" the little wizened woman said, momentarily leaning forward. "They killed his mate! Link Morgan, that filthy brute killed Caesar's mate! Revenge, girl! That's what he come for, revenge!" "But... but... my God, Granny, you're talking about... a... a dog!" For a long moment, the aged woman didn't answer, only puffed unseeingly at her pipe as she rocked. Then: "Thinking, young lady... that's what I been doing. Tryin' to decipher the most positive way to make you understand." She doubtingly shook her head. "It ain't the same anymore... young folk just don't listen..." "Please, Granny, tell me!" Jean pleaded. Again, the old woman sat in silence, letting spurts of bluish, tobacco smoke out with colorless lip-popping sounds. Then: "All right, little golden girl, I'll tell you! But don't question me... just accept, or forget what I tell you. Understand?" "Y-yes, Granny... I understand..." "Well then, he ain't just a dog... oh, he's a dog now, and has been that for a century or more... but he ain't just a dog!" "Wh-What?" "Hush up and listen, girl, 'cause I'm only going to tell you this once!" the small, shriveled woman exclaimed. "What he was before, or what he'll be again, ain't important either. What he is right now is what counts! And he's a beautiful animal, wearing the medallion he once earned 2,000 years ago in battle! Yes, he raped the Purcell girl, and there may well be more! They won't catch him, stop him, shoot him... and neither will they drive him off! This was his valley a hundred years ago, and well do I remember that! A handful of people lived in the settlement, and my own daddy was the lawman! Posses went out to hunt the raiders when the sheep were killed, and time after time they rode in exhausted, and empty-handed. There was no catching the wild-pack, let alone its leader... a great German Shepherd with a medallion around its neck!" "M-My God! Are you saying that this... this Caesar was their?" Jean cried, spellbound in her spine-chilling, mesmerization. "Hush, girl! Hear me out this one time!" the old woman insisted, lowering her voice. "Soon, my daughter will make you leave... so listen now! My mother was a Cherokee squaw. My father, an Indian trader, bought her and took her away from her people... brought her here and claimed land in the valley. When Caesar and the pack came, she warned him about what would happen, but he didn't believe her. Girls were raped, and scared, drunken men died in the hunt, shooting each other as they tried to destroy the pack! But there was no destruction, no elimination of that passel of wild beasts! Nothing... until one day they suddenly left of their own accord... but with them went my mother and several more Crescent Valley women and girls... went of their own accord because they wanted to... and to what, blonde girl? To what?... heh... what do you think?" Jean could only sit there and gape at her unseeing, aged, story- teller in breathless awe. She shook her lovely head as if to throw off the illusory cobwebs the old woman had spun. It had to be the monotone of her voice, Jean thought, getting to her feet. She had nearly hypnotized her! "I know... I know," Granny Obert said, rocking her chair and puffing at her pipe. "You've decided I'm some sort of old witch, haven't you, Jeannie girl! Well... that's the first stages of belief, my mother used to tell me... recognizing a witch when you see one!" The withered woman was still laughing when she left, rocking, smoking, laughing, and Jean doubted if she'd heard her goodbye... but that hardly mattered to her. As she waked slowly toward her own house, she was only concerned with how soon Mark would return home... * * * "Let's have another round of drinks, here, Ted!" Link Morgan ordered, grinning and massaging his heavy-bearded chin. "The men are with me. Blakely has twenty-four hours... and that takes him up to shortly after midnight tonight... then, we take over. Right, boys?" "Right!" the resounding answers came from the men moving in tight to the bar for their free drinks. "Take over what, Link?" Mark questioned, standing inside the doorway to the Inn's barroom. "What do you have in mind?" Slowly, the powerful, barrel-chested man turned to face his chosen enemy, his drinking cohorts falling into a sudden silence. A dozen, maybe more, verbal retaliations raced through Link Morgan's brain at that particular moment. But none of them seemed appropriate. He ran his tongue wetly over his thick lower lip and said, "The girl raped was my niece, Deputy! Had it been that new young wife of yours with her cunt split wide open by that dog, how would you feel?" Mark stood fast, his strong face ungiving. But he hadn't expected that jab. He took several steps into the room and stopped again, his tired brain racing for answers. He suddenly had a whole town to placate, he realized. "I'm not questioning the nightmare that's happened, Link," he replied in a level tone. "There isn't a man in here, along with myself, who doesn't feel the utmost sympathy for Annie... and who doesn't want to see that dog pack destroyed! But it has to be... is going to be, done by proper authorities! Just as I told you last night, Link, I don't intend to see a flock of wild, half-drunken men with rifles and shotguns out there blazing away at each other!" The big man resoundingly set his drink on me bar, turning fully to face the uniformed deputy sheriff. Accordingly, his own shrewd brain was racing for answers. He said: "And supposing your proper authorities don't bring that sonofobitch down, Deputy? Suppose we move into another night when wild dogs can slink into town and gang-fuck young, innocent girls?" "I've thought of that, too," Mark replied. "The best thing I believe we can do is post armed sentries... volunteers to guard the streets..." "Oh Christ, that's wonderful!" Link grinned. "Now, we've got to put guards on our streets to safeguard our homes and families!" 'That ain't a bad idea, Chief," one of the big man's friends put in. "Shut up!" Link barked at him without moving his head. Mark couldn't help but momentarily relive the episode of his Dad's controversy with Link Morgan in this very room those seven years past! And that had been over nothing more than a sporting bet on a horse race, one word leading to another until they'd met bare-chested in the street and his father had unmercifully beaten Link with his fists. Less than two weeks later, his dad had been accidentally shot on a cougar-hunting posse... shot and killed by Link Morgan! "It's your jurisdiction, Link," Mark said, moving further into the room. "Do whatever you think best. That was only a suggestion." "Some goddamned situation when you've got to post sentries in a modern town to protect its citizens!" the gray-haired, huge man spat, picking up his drink. "You might just as well know, Blakely, that I've called Frank Hester about this! I don't think he's going to sanction any wild dog pack raping a town's women, either!" "Deputy Blakely! Sir... telephone!" Ted Green, the bartender motioned. "You can take it in the lobby... right over there, Sir." "Thanks," Mark replied, thinking of Link calling the Sheriff as he walked toward the phone booth. He'd undoubtedly done it, all right, called Sheriff Hester at the County Seat to try and throw some weight around. But Mark wasn't worried about that. Sheriff Frank Hester had taken link Morgan's measure a long time back. Frank was a dedicated man, unmoved by politics... "Hello," he said, tiredly reclining against the booth's wall. "Mark?" an unmistakable feminine voice questioned. "Yes, Lydia, this is Mark," he answered, suddenly wondering what had kept her from calling this long. "How are you?" "So so, I suppose... but that isn't why I called you, Mr. Deputy," the husky female voice proclaimed. "We lost four sheep and three dogs last night. The sheep we can stand, Darling, the dogs... no. It's that goddamned pack again. What're you going to do about it?" "Join it, I think." "What?" "Nothing... just babbling. I'll be out to take a look?" "Well... I'd hoped you might. How's the new married existence?" Mark detected the acid in her tone. "Beautiful," he snapped. "Absolutely beautiful!" "She doesn't befit you, Markey baby," the throaty voice came back, evenly, yet cutting. "From what they tell he, she's quite a doll. Has the appearance of being unplucked... that right, Darling?" He sensed the hackles on the nape of his neck rising. "I'll be right along, Lydia." "And I'll be at the front gate waiting with two horses and a picnic lunch. It's all up on the west range, Lover." "Never mind any lunches," he said, remembering the untold number they had partaken of on the A and B. "I only have a few minutes..." and that's what he repeated as he climbed onto the back of the waiting sorrel she had readied for him. "I only have a few minutes, Lydia..." "I know," the auburn haired girl in riding shirt, blouse and boots replied, sitting tall and lovely in the saddle and holding her big bay with skilled horsemanship. "Word carries fast here in the valley, Deputy. My hands tell me that Annie Purcell was deflowered last night, and by dear old Caesar." Mark couldn't help but glare at her severly attractive young face. "That's not to be taken lightly, Miss Newell," he snapped, reining the sorrel to his presence on the animal's back, and simultaneously weighing his proximity to this twenty-six year old girl he'd known too many years. "The town's is in an uproar." "I'd expect that... with Link Morgan spiking it. Right? "Right." "Well... while that Caesar bastard was cavorting in town his uglies were raising hell with our sheep, Darling," she said, her large green eyes engulfing him. "We can stand the herd loss, but they killed three of my best dogs. Something has to be done, Mark." "We're contemplating that, Lydia," Mark said, heeling the sorrel into motion. "In the meantime, you can make a government claim for your losses..." "Oh? don't be ridiculous, Lover. You know me better than that... besides, I wouldn't know how to begin without Daddy here," she answered, moving along beside him in a walk, making him remember the untold, numerous hours and days they had spent together. He might have married her, he abruptly thought; it had been that intimately close between them. In fact, he'd carried the supposition for years... before he'd come to realize that he was below her station. He said: "Is Aaron still in Australia?" "The last I heard... but he was contemplating a trip to Spain. Seems if he's met a senorita of sorts who inspires him... and you know Daddy..." "Not really... but I tried, you'll have to admit that," Mark countered with a smile. "Ohhh... come on, Baby," Lydia laughed. "You were too close to the family not to read every one of us, eh?" "Maybe... maybe you're right, Lyd," he answered, his tired mind rehashing it all. "Maybe you are right! All the way down to the marrow... and now, let's get a look at those dead animals, eh?" "What did you mean by that... all of the bullshit, I mean! What?" she vulgarly snapped at him. "Right down to the marrow... what?" "The west range, you said?" Mark questioned, purposefully half- rearing the sorrel before again digging his heels into her flanks. "I'm going to give her a run! She's aching! Stay with me and take the lead, eh?" With that, he was gone, the powerful animal readily stretching its legs into a gallop as he expertly posted with it. Ahead lay the rolling, lower greened hills with the great ones beyond where the wild dog pack wandered, and he couldn't help but think of those night creatures as he raced forward in the warmth of the morning sunlight. There could never be anything sinister here, he thought, his weary brain coming alive again as the great animal raced beneath him and the fresh morning air whipped at his face! He let her go her limit, never reining her waiting for her to fall into her stride... a lope and finally a keen, uphill walk. Lydia brought the bay up beside him, drawing the animal to a similar walk. "Was that supposed to be a race?" she lightly taunted. "Hell, you know better. This gal wanted to run and I gave her head. Where're the dead animals?" "Back there. A mile or better... but what's the difference? You believe me, don't you?" she said, suddenly swinging down from her mount and making toward tethering it. "Whoa, Baby," Mark commanded, then swung down, moving around to manipulate the harness for the sorrel to graze. After, he saw a likely spot with a backing-rock and dropped before it, considering the hard mound as a pillow. In seconds, Lydia was beside him... and he'd expected that. "Sort of like old times isn't it, Darling?" she huskily whispered, stretching out so that their bodies touched. "Sort of... but not quite, Lydia," he managed, tugging a rare cigarette from his inside pocket and lighting it. "You were supposed to take the lead back there... take us to the animals, and you didn't. That's par. You couldn't care less about the dead sheep and dogs... and that's par. You know I have to come at something like this, it's my job, and you planned to use me... that's par. So... here we are... a pair of people, boy-girl, surrounded with the perfect environment..." "And that's par," she said, raising up over him and looking down into his face. "Now, that you've analyzed it all, Doctor Blakely, may I kiss you?" "I-I love her!" Mark blurted. "When I left here, I had no idea it was going to happen, but it did! I love her!' "You belonged to me when you left!" Lydia hissed down into his face. "Four years we loved, played, fucked! I sucked your cock dry a hundred times! Now, you walk away from me like this?" "None of that matters!" he managed, realizing the ridiculousness of his statement. "I mean... Christ, I love her, Lydia!" "And me... what am I? Some sort of forgotten whore?" "D-Damnit... let's face the truth for once!" Mark gasped, struggling to sit upright. "You wanted someone to play with and you had him! No marriage, Lydia... face it, I was beneath your station! Wasn't I? And the guy whose cock you were sucking wanted just a little bit more... like a wife... and maybe, even kids of his own! So... that's what's happened, eh? That's what's happened!" "You're a bastard, Mark Blakely... but I love you!" she hotly whispered into his face. "I've always loved you!" "Your father wouldn't let you love me... even when I wanted it that way!" Mark returned, lying back once more and dragging at his cigarette. "And he knew more than both of us... because we never could've made it, Lyd...noway... noway!" "Oh... oh, damn you!" she hissed, rolling toward him and smoothing her hand upward along his inner thigh. "You say these things to me when I want to make love to you... I want your cock... I want you the way it used to be!" "It can't be that way, Lyd," he said, grasping her arm trying to entwine around his neck. "Don't you understand? I love her... my Jeannie... I love her!" She sat upright with an abruptness that startled him. The depth of her greenish eyes in rage spat obsessive fire down at him. "You're mine, you bastard! I don't give a damn about your Jeannie!" she swore, and he felt her hand knowingly caressing at the front of his pants! Mark made an effort toward stopping her, but she counteracted that by dropping down onto him, snatching the cigarette from his lips and flattening the firm mounds of her firm, braless breasts against his chest, her hot, moistened lips finding his in an opened-mouth kiss. Her tiny, familiar tongue heatedly wormed its way between his lips while her hand continued to eagerly stroke the length of his uncontrollably hardening cock between them. He could have forced her off him, both of them knew that... could have fought it right then and there, but he didn't! Instead, he realized that he was suddenly returning her passionate kiss thrusting his tongue into her sweet-tasting mouth in blind, rapidly building lust! His brain struggled, but he knew it was useless... he'd been there before! She was unzipping the fly of his pants, and then he felt her smooth, claiming hand easing inside, beyond the cotton of his shorts, its knowing fingers warmly encircling the now blood-engorged thickness of his long, swollen cock! He grunted into her mouth at the erotic caress, letting his arms move around her, his hands smoothing over the small of her back and downward beyond her slender waist to the rising swell of her skirt-covered buttocks. She broke their kiss, staring almost triumphantly down into his face, the lustful desire in her burning, green eyes causing them to glow like polished ovals of jade. "You may love your Jeannie... but you need me, Darling!" she hissed in a throaty whisper. "You'll always want Lydia, because she knows how to make love to you... knows what you want and need... knows how much you love to have your cock licked and sucked by a warm wet mouth!" "D-Damn you, Lyd... you sexy bitch!" he choked, working her loose, riding skirt up to find her lush, rounded buttocks unsurprisingly naked beneath, their soft, yielding resilience warm and smooth to his clutching hands. "It isn't going to gain you a lousy point, you hear?" She tittered, her hot breath brushing his face. "We'll see, Baby," she hissed as she began to slither downward over him, her full, satiny buttocks slipping away from his kneading grasp. Mark watched with a blunted sense of crippled resistance as she moved backwards onto her knees, wedging them between his legs, her small hand still clinging to the rigid length of his hardened penis inside his pants. Christ, he never should have come there and he'd known it all along! He lifted his head when he felt her let go of his cock and quickly begin to unbuckle his belt. She knew her way, every inch of it... and him, he realized, as she tugged his trousers and shorts down over his hips, exposing his genitals completely to her. His towering cock cleaved skyward in its long, thick, rigid state that she had lewdly incited to hardness with calculated intentions. "Ah, darling... it hasn't changed a bit in the last ten weeks!" she luridly whispered her passion-glazed eyes fixed greedily as once more she wrapped her small, slender fingers around its pulsating hardness. "Just the way Lydia left it. You're new little bride, Jeannie, hasn't hurt it a bit... or doesn't she use it that often, Lover?" "D-Damnit!" Mark gasped. "Leave her out of this, Lyd! I-I ought to have my... my head examined... letting this happen!" He intended to say more, but couldn't get it out as she tauntingly smiled up at him and began to lustfully stroke his now rock-hard cock, sliding the heavy foreskin up and down, intermittently revealing the purplishly swollen tip. "Which head Mark darling?" Lydia obscenely questioned. "If you mean this one... I was just about to examine it for you!" With that, she lowered her face above his upthrusting length of hardened penial-flesh, one hand continuing to teasingly stroke it while with the other, she drew her nails beneath the vulnerably sensitive sac of his balls. Mark grunted aloud to the teasing stimulation, then saw her tiny, pink tongue dart out to lick hotly at the drop of seminal fluid seeping from the little slit at the tip of the sleekly pulsing head. "Mmmm... tastes as good as ever, too, Darling!" she wantonly whispered, beginning to lick it all over with smooth, sweeping tongue strokes. "L-listen to me, Lydia... I swear, it isn't going to work! he huskily warned. "You've tricked me for the last time! Don't you understand? I love her... I love Jeannie!" "Mmmm... of course, I understand, Baby... you're the one who doesn't!" she confidently tossed at him. 'But you will, Darling, once I remind you!" Mark sucked in his breath with the obscene sensations of pleasure her wet, eager tongue sent racing through him. All else in the world was suddenly obliterated from his lust-infused brain but the lustfully erotic act she was performing on him. Chills rippled up his spine, raising a groan from deep in his throat. She brought her moistened, soft lips down all of the way then, enclosing the entire sensitive head of his cock in a wet, heated pressure, their tensiled ripeness clasping like an elastic band just below the rim to trap it hungrily inside the hot, liquid cavern of her mouth. "Christ!" he choked, raising his head once more to stare down at her tightly locked lips. It was no use... no use! The sight of his hardness disappearing up into her widely ovalled mouth increased the sensation, as always; a thousand times. Damn, yes... yes, she knew his wants and needs only too well! If only Jean would... could learn to suck him like this... or even suck him at all! Now, she was skillfully massaging the soft, sperm weighted resilience of his balls with one hand, and stroking the thick base of his cock between thumb and forefinger of the other, while she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the velvety smoothness of her wetly heated tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the peak of the withdrawal, the fiery tip flicking provocatively across the split at its end. Uncontrollably, he flexed his buttocks, his eyes fixed on the lustful sight of her bobbing head below, his cock beginning to achingly throb to the depths of his groin. Christ, there was no fighting a sensual young bitch like this... especially when she had your cock-head in her mouth... and more especially when she knew every vein and wrinkle in it... Mark knew that she sensed his reactions by the way she began to suck with mounting intensity, the tips of her even, white teeth scraping gently into the resisting hardness of his cock. He could see their little white trails where they'd scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. Then, she was slipping her hands beneath his buttocks to cup them in her small, warm palms trying to lift his loins up tighter to her slaving face! Her hot, liquid tongue rotated with growing fervor around the expanding cockhead and Mark realized that he was quickly heading toward the eruption point as she suddenly took almost all of it up into her hungrily working throat. Christ, he'd always been amazed that she didn't choke on it, but she never had... and on and on she sucked! Pleasureful waves of rising heat were ungovernably building in the intricate depths of his sperm-bloated balls. Lustfully, he watched her beautiful young face toiling with a hungry, omniverous desire about his wildly fired loins. He could see tiny rivulets of perspiration running in thin droplets from beneath her short, auburn hair and down her cheeks as she relentlessly sucked and strained to draw out the seething cum churning hotly below in his balls. The muscles in his stomach tightened until he felt they might snap from the pressure; still, he arched his back even further, shoving his aching cock deeper into the heated wetness of her voraciously sucking mouth. His breathing hissed from his lungs as he watched the thin, pink ridges of inner-flesh sensually pulling out from her lush lips which were clinging tightly to his inflamed rod of hardness. Mark grunted and strained in a maddening buildup of mounting lust, vaguely reasoning from a score of similar episodes passed, that for her, this was but the beginning, that she already envisioned the rest of the day to be spent accordingly, until her wildly insatiable passions were gluttonously fed... but it wasn't going to be that way... and maybe that would somehow bring an end to all of it! His own unrestrainable gasp wiped away the brief illusion of thought. Christ, the moment was there. A low, guttural sound arose from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the scalding, sticky sperm beginning its furious charge from the sanctuary of his balls and begin squirting in fiery streams into her voraciously sucking mouth and throat! He watched her cheeks expanding and hollowing eagerly to his pumping cock, her adam's apple visually reacting in her lewd swallowing of the warm, flooding gushes. Ardently, she continued to suck his white-hot sperm into the caressing, wet softness of her mouth, while his hands clutched at her head, holding her fast against the throbbing heat of his cum- spitting loins, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into the depths of her greedily milking throat. Once, she coughed, but quickly regained control, and he shot the last dwindling spurt from the tip of his rapidly deflating penis before collapsing back to earth. Reluctant to stop, she continued to nibble and suck, as if trying to draw the last tiny drop from the length of jerking male cock flesh that had gone limp in her mouth... and that's when he gently pushed her away. "Now, tell me that isn't worth some points, Darling..." Lydia began, starting to move up toward his face. She stopped right there, her green eyes widening in surprise when he elusively moved away and got to his feet, quickly zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. "Wh-What the hell do you think you're doing?" "I told you, Lyd... it's not going to work," Mark said, looking down at where she sat staring up at him in growing anger, the telltale trails of milky white sperm still coating her lips and chin. "It's no good... all over between us..." "No good! All over! Why... why, you sonofabitch! After you lay there and let me suck your cock till you came in my mouth you can say a thing like that to me... to me?" she spat in mounting viciousness, gaping up at him as if she refused to believe his statement. "Who the hell do you think you are?" Mark had no intentions of arguing with her. He felt low enough already at what had happened between them, but Christ knows, he hadn't wanted it to. He'd tried to avoid it... hadn't he? "Wait a minute, damn you?" Lydia shrieked after him as he walked to the sorrel. "Goddamn you, Mark Blakely! You can't do this to me! What sort of man are you anyway? I need you... right now... now! Come back here and fuck me!" Mark swung into the saddle before turning to see her brushing the back of her hand across her lips and chin, standing spread-legged with her eyes blazing in unfulfilled rage. "I'm sorry, Lydia, but it's just as I said. I love my wife! It's all over between us... and I wish I didn't have to prove it to you this way. I can only suggest you find another stud to play with!" She was wildly running toward him as he heeled the sorrel's flanks and the big animal raced off with a sudden spurt, galloping downhill with sure-footed agility. "You... you sonofabitch!" he heard her scream. "Goddamn you Mark Blakely... I'll have your nuts for this! I swear I will! I'll have your nuts!" she screamed after him until the sorrel's pounding hooves drowned her voice. But he didn't know that he could blame her. It was a miserable thing he'd done... yet, how else did you handle a possessive vixen like Lydia Newell, except in the only vein she understood... sex! And how the hell was he going to tell Jeannie... because he knew he had to... otherwise, whatever it was they had between them would be worthless! Yes, he had to tell her... but how, he sickeningly thought, the faint, screeching voice of the young woman still threateningly audible even with the wind rushing past his ears! Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 4 It was a reluctant Link Morgan who agreed to the town council's adoption of Mark's suggested plan to post sentries throughout the streets that night. To the powerfully built police chief, it was more than a matter of stubborn pride, plus the fact that he'd been overshadowed right in his own bailiwick. Then, adding insult to injury, they had enraged him by insisting he accept the deputy sheriffs assistance and that their offices share authority within the town limits until this pillaging crisis was passed. Actually, the barrel-chested law official had feared such a forced affiliation from the beginning, the fact that his department consisted of two elderly and worthless special policemen who were capable of nothing more than traffic duty on holidays. He wanted no outside element nosing around his private domain, especially a trained lawman the likes of Mark Blakely who might just accidentally stumble onto one of his profit-making operations. This was the reason he had so rabidly tried to gain the citizen's help in forming a posse, and he'd felt certain he'd had the perfect justification with his niece, Annie's rape, but it hadn't worked that way... at least, as yet, it hadn't. He sat now in his small drab office in the town hall, looking across the scarred desk at a local, pimply-faced teenager named Leo Vincent. The stub of a dead cigar protruded from one corner of the police-chief's mouth, and it bobbed when he said: "Where're your buddies, kid?" "Around," the teenager indifferently replied, sitting slumped in the chair with his long, thin legs stretched out. "I expect you mean Corky and Billy White?" Link didn't like the boy, any of the three for that matter; they were arrogant, worthless products of their generation, but they'd served their purpose for him... up until Blakely had picked them up for pushing the grass he, Link Morgan, supplied them with. Christ, he'd wanted to break their friggin' heads, but that wouldn't have solved a damn thing. Fortunately, the deputy held no jurisdiction in town and was forced to turn the boys over to him. So far, Link had been able to let the issue hang tight and simmer down, though the three had no idea how far their asses were in the sling, yet it hardly seemed to bother this one, the big man thought, studying the boy's unconcerned attitude. "You know you're goddamned situation isn't any bed-o'-roses right now, don't you kid?" Link gruffly jabbed. "Meaning?" the pimply-faced Leo Vincent mumbled. "Meaning, that deputy sheriff could send your fucking asses for a long ride if he decided to press the issue!" the police chief edgily spat. "Hmmm... I suppose so," the boy replied, his thin face spreading in a nasty grin. "But now... that might not look very good for you, eh Dad... if you know what I mean?" Link felt the blood ragingly flush into his face. He brought his clenched hand heavily down onto the desk top. "Listen, you stupid little punk, don't you ever "Dad" me again, or I'll rip your scrawny cock off and shove it right down your ugly throat! You understand that? Eh?" The teenager sensed his own cheeks quickly growing pale as he brought himself upright in a chair, a wave of tight fear whipping through him. He hadn't exactly used his head on that one... "I-I didn't mean any... " "You got too friggin' much lip, Vincent... and I didn't exactly like that implication of me!" Link snarled at him. "Maybe you're more fink than I thought!" "Aw... please, Chief... I'm sorry," the boy tried at making amends, his fears growing at the infuriated sight of the powerful man. "You know I wouldn't rat..." "You'd do any goddamned thing you could to save your ass, punk, just like your buddies," the police-chief accused, "which is the reason I called you in here... so pick up your ears and listen good. I've got an idea I think you're going to like..." The teenager respondingly did as he was told, breathing an inward sigh of relief when the huge, white-haired man's blood pressure seemed to subside, his gruff voice dropping to a barely audible level. He watched him lean forward onto his desk and say: "The town council voted this morning to give Mark Blakely authority inside Crescent Valley limits as long as that goddamned dog-pack is raiding sheep and raping young girls. That means, that he could arrest you three again and bring you up before Judge Collins... not exactly a sweet picture, eh?" "N-No... no sir, it ain't!" "Which is the reason I tried to get up a posse and go up into those hills... to keep this from happening," Link, stretching a point, informed, wondering-how much of it the boy was understanding. But that didn't matter anyway. He went on: "Now I figure that had it been Blakely's sweet little blonde wife who had been fucked shitless instead of my niece, he would've been singin' a different tune right now, eh? You beginning to get my meaning, boy?" "M-Maybe... some of it, anyway," Leo Vincent replied, trying, but not sure as he husked in a half-whisper, tightly swallowing. "Well here it is in a nutshell, kid," Link said, his colorless eyes narrowing. "You round up your two half-ass buddies and plan to pay sweet lil' Mrs. Blakely a visit tonight in her bedroom about witching-hour time, eh? You'll wear masks, and I just happen to have an old bear-claw you'll take along to scratch her up a bit... make it look authentic. In the bargain, you boys ought to get a little sexy fun out of it... a piece of ass or so. How's it sound to you, or haven't you ever seen the deputy's luscious wife?" "Jeez!" Leo Vincent gasped. "Sure... sure, I've seen her! Christ, she's a knockout, Chief!" "Some fuck eh?" "Damn... I imagine, with that beautiful ass... but... but, I still don't get it?" the teenager choked, his small eyes beading. "I hear they're going to have sentries posted?" "I'll take care of all that... I'll even place them myself, and I'll keep Blakely occupied," Link assured him. "You just do exactly as I say, and at the right time. Make sure there're no lights on, and that none of you speak. Don't scar her up too much... just enough so it'll look like that goddamned Caesar bastard, right?" "Yeah... yeah, I got all that," the boy hissed. "But hell, Chief, she's going to know we ain't no friggin' dog..." "So, that's going to add spice to the whole story when she blurts it out, boy!" Link replied with a grin. "Like, maybe there'll be those who won't believe her after my niece's rape, especially if you've marked her up right! With a little help and gossip, folks might just think the sweet little thing is too ashamed to admit she's been dog-fucked, and made up the story about it being three men! Whatever, it's going to make Blakely ready to get a posse of guns together to ride down that pack... and that's going to take the pressure off us and this office!" * * * It had been anything but a normal or pleasant day for Jean. Following her visit to Granny Obert, she had returned home to wait for Mark, the incredulously weird tale the old woman had told her constantly reverberating in her mind. Oddly enough, it hadn't frightened her as much as repugnantly shocked her... the thought of women actually giving themselves sexually to a dog pack! But as the morning passed into early afternoon, while she occupied herself with house cleaning and other chores, she had concluded that Mark was right, the aged woman's mind was undoubtedly failing, no longer capable of discerning the fact from the fiction of her longs long life. Jean decided not to mention her visit to Granny's; the idea would only upset Mark further, and he certainly had enough to contend with without her adding to it. It was mid-afternoon before her young husband finally arrived home, his handsome face tired and drawn, and to Jean, his usual deliberating grayish-eyes filled with frustrated concern. She had wanted to prepare him some lunch but he'd refused it, maintaining he was too tired to even eat. Instead, he'd gone directly to their bedroom with her following to help him off with his things. "After you get some sleep you'll feel better, Darling," she said, picking up his clothing as he tossed them here and there, then opening the bed for him. "Damnit, Jean, don't fuss over me so!" he snapped, avoiding looking directly at her. "I'm not helpless, you know." "I-I know, Darling," she replied, his sharpness surprising her. She forced a little smile, trying to understand and not be offended. "When you wake up I'll have a nice dinner for us..." "Don't bother," he said, slipping out of his pants. "I'll have to get right down to the town hall. We're posting sentries. It'll be another all-night vigil, Jean... from now on until that goddamned animal pack is destroyed." She stood at the foot of the bed watching him momentarily hesitating to speak. Then: "B-But you have to eat, Mark... " "I'll catch a bite at the Inn when I get a chance," he replied, stripped to his shorts and moving toward the bed. 'And... and what about me?" she blurted unable to hold it back any longer. "What am I supposed to do... just sit here by myself... eat and sleep alone... play old maid until you destroy that goddamned pack as you call it, Mr. Blakely?" Mark didn't have to look at her to know that there were tears dampening those round, smoky-blue eyes, but he did. Her tight voice had given her away. He felt his own throat constrict, a lump bitterly swelling there, and suddenly he reached out for her, grasping her hand and drawing her to him inside his arms against his naked chest. "Christ, Baby... Baby... I'm sorry. Forgive me... I didn't mean to!" he started, but never finished, raising her chin with his finger to kiss her lips instead. He felt her soft arms moving upward, her small hands clutching behind his shoulders as he held her. He stroked his own hands downward behind her to cup the full mounds of her round, firm buttocks outside their tight-fitting slacks and pressed the warm give of her curvaceous body tightly against his near-nakedness. She whimpered softly within his embrace, her lush lips readily opening to receive his probing tongue. Christ, he thought, he had no right... after what he'd done with Lydia Newell only hours before! His beautiful bride, Jeannie... he loved her... and she was too good for him! Damn, he had to tell her... had to! What the hell did they have... could they possibly have, without truth between them? He started to speak, but she cut him short. "Shhh," she whispered, laying a slender finger across his lips. ''There's nothing to forgive... and I know you didn't mean to be sharp with me. It's my fault, Sweetheart... I was being selfish... thinking of myself, when you have this terrible problem. I'm sorry, Darling... I guess I'm just a little girl who hasn't grown up yet." "Oh... oh Christ!" he choked, her innocent self-accusation sending a stronger charge of guilt racing through him, convoyed by a sensation of carnal hunger that he didn't intend to analyze. "I want you... you! And right now... this minute, Baby! No excuses... no anything!" he said, beginning to unbutton her blouse. "B-But... but Darling... in the middle of the day... and you're so tired!" Jean gasped, his unexpected sensual passion contagious, wild little palpitations reflexively surging through her eager young body. "In the middle of the day... high noon... in Macy's show-window if necessary, Angel!" he half-smilingly hissed, stripping her blouse away and reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra hooks. He sensed his cock swelling into its full, hardened length and he made it throb against her soft belly, the sensual expression lighting her beautiful face like some exotic painting unveiled to gratify him alone. He would make it up to her! Later... yes, later, he'd tell her the truth! But now, he'd make it up to her or at least try... try to instill in her mind the depths of his love and need for her, he reasoned, possessively smoothing his hands beneath the loosened cups of her bra ardently clutching the thrusting mounds of satin-soft, resilient white flesh. Their abundant fullness overflowed the spread-fingers of his big hands, the hardened, pink-nipples like tiny firebrands burning against his palms. Then, he suddenly stood her off. "Oh Mark... I<I love you!" she feebly gasped, sensing his hands fumbling, undoing her slacks and rolling them down over her hips and buttocks. She willingly stepped back to kick off her slippers, her panties, everything, watching him strip away his shorts and reveal to her the long, thick hardness of his penis that she'd come to love so much! Naked, she ran to him and he caught her, kissing her with a warmth that she felt to her very marrow. It would happen this time! She felt certain of it! This time, she too would cum... this time! He caught her hand and literally tossed her onto the bed. Then, he was on top of her nakedness, kissing her tingling breasts, her throat, her trembling lips, while his pulsating hardness throbbed against her soft, full thigh. God, she couldn't remember ever being so hot, so lustfully hungry for fulfillment. She almost felt like a wanton little whore... but she was with her darling... her wonderful darling! "I love you, Jeannie... damn!" he gasped, moving his hips between her quivering legs that she anxiously spread wide for him. "I'm going to make love to you... fuck you, Darling!" he went on, using four letter words that they seldom mentioned, the mere sound of them firing her unsuspected desire in a way that she had hardly known yet secretly yearned for. "Put it in for me, Baby! Take my cock and put it in your hot little pussy!" Sensuously shivering, she did what he had never asked before... reached down and grasped the solid length of his long, thick cock to splay open the flushed lips of her sparsely hairlined cunt, pressing the rigid head at the mouth of her moistly dilating vagina. Excitedly, she spread her thighs further and raised her heated loins, knowing that this time her husband's beautiful young hardness was going to do it for her, and not caring how hard he plunged that first time! He did! His huge, wetly penetrating cock raced into the liquid passage of her waiting vagina like a conquering phalanx, filling her receptive loins with a wild, driving desire to be fucked by him as deep and as hard as he could. Yes... yes, this time! It would happen this time! Oh God... she had never known such wild rapture! This was what it was all about... midday, with a lust incited husband... making love to its fullest extent! Mark could hardly comprehend what he was doing, he was that spent... yet, there was a sensation of utter happiness filling him! He was fucking her, his voluptuous young wife, his raging cock charging in and out of the tight pink hole between her legs like a piston, and already the explosion was beginning to build in his groin! He loved her... loved her and only her! Yes... but he would cum soon! Maybe, she would too... he didn't know! He didn't know... wished that he could think more rationally! "Oh... oh Darling!" she gasped. "It's beautiful! Beautiful... your wonderful hard cock!" He'd never heard lewd words from her before, and the sound of them keened his lust like a honing-bar. He said: "Would... would you like to kiss it... suck it, Baby? Not now... another time, but would you... and I'll lick your pussy!" "Uhhmmmmmm..." she moaned, then again. "Oh Mark... I don't know... maybe... I-I'm afraid, I think so... but... but I don't know!" "I-It's beautiful, Baby," he whispered, picturing it all in his lust- inflamed mind, wanting her to know and understand the enchantment and closeness of sucking and licking each other until they exploded inside. "Y-Yes, Darling... I'll try..." she started but never finished. "Shit! Jeannie! I can't hold it! I-I-I'm going to... oh Christ!" And he did, his heavily plunging penis buried in her hotly clenching young cunt-channel beginning to squirt its white-hot sperm deep up inside her. In open frustration, Jean dug her nails into his naked ribs, his arms, his shoulders! "Ohhh... no, Darling... please, no! My God!" she gasped, thrusting the opened core of her helplessly impaled young body up to receive him in his flooding warmth, but craving more... more! "I... I... oh shit. Jeannie...next time... next time!" she heard him exhaustedly gasp. "Oh... oh Christ... I'm cuumminngg!" Oooohhhh Godddd... well, did she know that! Well! Well! While at the same time, she was ready to scream inside! Again... again he had left her there, and just when she was certain that it might happen! D-Damn him! Damn him! Jean rolled his heavily gasping body off of her, raising herself to one elbow, her trembling intent to verbally destroy his masculinity once and for all! The bastard! The selfish bastard! But, she said nothing! He slept... mouth open, eyes only half- closed... the sleep of exhaustion! For a long moment, the frustrated blonde-haired young woman stared at him, sensing the immediate pangs of her desire melting before the truth of his drained strength. My God, she was acting like a wanton whore! While he, poor darling, did what he had to! The tears filled her eyes once more as she bent and kissed his slack lips. Then, she arose from the bed and found a robe in the closet. A few moments later, Jean pattered into the front room and poured herself an unusual scotch and soda, the excitement in her quivering loins and belly far from relieved, but endurable she thought... endurable until he could learn to bring her all the way to the end of the line... Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 5 Jean was slightly tipsy when she undressed and readied herself for bed just a little before midnight. She realized that she had probably overdone it, trusting that the effects of the liquor might help soothe the lingering sensual flames that Mark had kindled hours before, but they still smoldered warmly down in her disappointed belly and loins. It was almost as if it had worked just the opposite of what she'd expected, she thought, slipping into the whispering nylon of a see-through, short nightie... not quite certain why she had selected such a daring thing to wear alone to bed, either. God, she'd never drunk so much in her life! Throughout the four hours or better that Mark had slept, she had continued to pour herself little periodic nips from the scotch-bottle, weakening them with water, of course, but she realized now that they had built up on her. The last two potent ones she had made to sip at while she absently watched TV had contained that 'drop' too much; her head was spinning. She stood before her vanity mirror, brushing her long, honey-blonde hair, remembering how Mark had again, almost shamefully avoided looking at her after he'd awakened. God, as much as she wanted him to reach her, to make her know the erotic thrill of completion, she realized he was not to blame, that he just couldn't hold back. She had tried to explain that it was all right and that she understood, but he hadn't wanted to even talk about it... and then he was gone. Darn, was it any wonder that she'd decided to investigate the effects of liquor a bit further? Nor was she sorry now, even though it hadn't quite reacted in the manner expected. At least, she felt less inhibited toward the feverish sensations he had awakened and left simmering inside her... which was the reason she had chosen the sensuously inciting nightie, wasn't it? Staring into the mirror, Jean realized that it was impossible to deny herself any longer, and subconsciously she had been working toward this all evening. A little quiver of excitement rippled over the nerve-ends of her softly tingling flesh at the thought. Yes... she was going to make it delightfully beautiful for her own self. She let her eyes rove over the stimulating reflection in the mirror, taking a narcissistic pleasure in admiring her own symmetrical curves. It wasn't something spontaneous, this hedonistic admiration of her generous endowments, but it had been many months, since Carol and she had roomed together at school actually, that she had enjoyed them with such intentions. Her full and pointed, pink-nippled breasts had always secretly intrigued her from the first moment she had taken notice of their rounded, swelling presence. She lay her brush onto the vanity and smoothed her hands down over the narrowness of her waist, the tiny dimple of her navel exotically visible through the sheer black nylon. Her view moved to the sweeping arch of her flowing hips and the long white columns of her full, white thighs and shapely calves, but it was the golden triangle of silken pubic curls at their apex that eventually commanded her gaze. Jean sighed tremblingly, letting her own caressing little hands stroke downward over her hips and inward toward the base of her flat belly to the gentle mound of soft, hair-hidden flesh; She pressured tauntingly, her slender fingers extended, the hint of her own pink vaginal slit momentarily captivating her through the shadowy nylon. Now, she thought, an inciting wave of self-lust washing through her... now! And she quickly turned, walking to the bed, switching out the light as she climbed in thinking how much nicer it could be if Carol were there with her at that very moment! * * * "Jeez, did you see that?" Corky White hissed to his brother hunched beside him. "When she bent over to get in bed I could see her bare ass!" "Shut up, you stupid bastard!" Leo Vincent angrily whispered. "She'll hear you! That window's open!" He slunk down lower and crawled away, motioning for his teenaged associates to follow. In the heavy shadow of shrubs he waited until they joined him. "You dumb fuck, Corky, you louse this up and Morgan's going to kill you, I swear it!" "Shit, I won't louse it, Leo! She couldn't hear me anyway, the way she was rubbing herself. I'll bet she's in there finger-fucking her cunt like crazy right this minute!" "Corky's right, Leo!" Billy White, a heavy-set, good looking boy, whispered. "She was getting ready to finger-fuck herself! Must be that Blakely can't take care of that hot little pussy of hers..." "Knock it off will you two? For Chris' sake, we got a job to do!" the pimply faced teenager snapped. "Now listen to me, we jimmy the back door..." "Why not go in through her opened window, Leo?" Billy interrupted. "Goddamnit, will you listen? Because she might see us and scream, that's why! There's a moon, you know, or she might turn on a light... anything. Besides, Morgan worked this out and we're following to the letter! You got that?" "Sure, whatever you say, Leo," Corky enthusiastically replied. "Just as long as I get my cock into her smooth little belly!" "We'll all get to fuck 'er!" Leo answered a slow grin spreading his thins acned face. "But... we do it right... surprise her... you handle the gag, Billy, and shove it into her mouth right off quick, eh?" The good-looking boy nodded without speaking. "We grab her hands, Corky, and tie them to the bed-posts with these stockings. I snatched them out of a trash-can downtown, just in case they find one and want to trace it," Leo Vincent said. "Okay... who's got the bear-claw?" Billy fumbled the dried and cured animal-paw from a pocket where he'd carried it, thrusting it into the other boy's hand. "Okay, we're set," the pimply-faced teenager said. "Get your masks on and remember... no one says a fucking thing, right?" "Right!" "Right, Leo... let's go!" * * * As carefully secretive as the teenaged trio were in carrying out their evil mission, their excited stealth could not begin to match that of the powerful dog who watched through burning, amber-fired eyes their every furtive move. He had easily crept into the town, cunningly avoiding the men with weapons who openly stalked the streets, their reason for being there not escaping him. In silently wearing his way into the heart of the man-place, he had unexpectedly come upon the three male-humans crouched before a lighted window away from the wide path where they walked and the noisy things on wheels raced. Now, he watched, easing soundlessly to the open window where they had crouched. His keen ears immediately picked up the sibilant vibrations of heavy human breathing... of an occasional sigh and the whimper of a female person. His animal senses noted that the moon was cloud-hidden before he put forepaws onto the window sill and extended himself high enough to see in. Though the room was shrouded in darkness, Caesar, with his darkness accustomed eyes, saw her on the bed in her spread-legged position as if the sun's light were illuminating her. Her small hand worked in a teasing circular motion between her crab-like spread thighs, and sighs of happiness continuously filled the night. He watched her smooth female buttocks rise from the bed to meet her rhythmically working hand, and something familiar clicked in his animal-mind from ages past! An almost human warmth flowed through the massive dog that he had no way of fathoming. His glowing eyes centered on her long, golden hair that was haloed on the pillow supporting her beautiful young head. He sensed his own feral loins beginning to enlivingly quiver... and then, there was a commotion! Her half-scream caused Caesar's muscles to tense, but he hesitated through experience to charge. Instead, he waited, watching as the three gleefully smiling boys moved with brutal lustfulness over and around the futilely resisting young woman, filling her mouth, then tying her wrists and legs to the corners of the human sleeping place before ripping her thin silky garment away from her voluptuously cubed body. Still, he made no move, but watched as they stripped off their own body-covers, the long, hard lengths of their man-penises making him known their intentions... while the golden-haired, naked female continued to whimper helplessly in her throat! * * * Jean had never known real terror in her young life, and if she had, she horribly realized, that it could never be like this! She couldn't scream... they had stuffed her mouth chokingly full with some sort of rag! My God! My God! What were they going to do? Her hands were suddenly tied to the upper bedposts as were her feet to the lower! They were going to rape her, of course, what else? But then, why, and who? She was completely at their mercy when the snickering sounds of triumph from one masked face loomed in the darkness above her, and wild- eyed she twisted her head to faintly see him clutching his naked, hard penis with vile lewdness not a foot away from her face! Oh... oh God, if she could only scream! She rolled her head away and made out the images of the other two mimicking the first, gripping their long, thick penises and moving in the darkness toward the bed and her widespread thighs! Then! Then... what was it that happened? A... A blurred shadow of solid darkness at the opened window... a loud, vicious growl! Again, and then again, she heard it, as she tried to lift her head to see the confusion that was filling her ears! "Jeez! It's him... the goddamned dog!" a cursing boyish voice panickly exclaimed. "I'm getting out of here!" "Come on, Leo! It's the fucking dog-pack!" another choked as Jean lay spellbound, her head raised in solemn fear at what was taking place.. Suddenly, there was nothing, but the slamming sound of the back door familiar to her ears, yet, she was still nakedly tied spread-eagled to the bed! For a long, long moment, Jean lay in deathly silence, trying to determine if they had gone... and why? Finally, she realized that her secured wrist hadn't made it impossible to reach the lamp on the bed- table and she struggled for it... turning it on. Her entire nakedly exposed body trembled fearfully as she rolled her head, then lifted it, the gag they had brutally applied still stifling her very breathing... She saw him then! He stood at the foot of the bed, massively dominating the entire room! His rounded eyes were like two glowing ovals of burning fire in his huge head, his vicious mouth partially open to display the gleaming white fangs there! Mother of God! That's why her attackers, whoever they were had ran! It was him... Caesar... the animal who'd raped Annie Purcell! Forgetting her gag, Jean tried to scream, nearly choking from the stuffing in her mouth and throat! She stared with raised head, seeing the great beast leap agily onto the bed, then lick at his lips in the manner of gentle dogs she had seen a thousand times! God, no matter what else, he'd driven the others off, she thought, watching him raise his beautiful head high, then... move forward toward her! His powerful jaws were just above her throat! He was going to... going to! They lowered right above her face... and suddenly, she realized that he had nipped onto one end of the gag with his teeth and was backing away, pulling it from her mouth! It was then that she noticed the gold medallion swinging loosely from his great throat, the embossed impression of the roman battle eagle clearly visible to her! Anxiously, she tried to return saliva to her mouth. She could scream now! Someone would hear, one of the sentries Mark had placed! But she didn't! She could, but she didn't! Caesar whimpered, simultaneously wagging his head and tail. Again, from ages passed, hot-blood flowed through him. In his animal-eye he surveyed the naked, security tied human female before him. Her hair reminded him of his mate that the brute-man had killed, and animalistically he licked out with his tongue. She had lain back onto the pillow watching him, her eyes softening from stark-fear into more of wonderment, he instinctively perceived. His own burning orbs surveyed her again, and then, he moved closer above her, leaning down to lash out with his wet, hot tongue against the smooth flesh of her naked white belly. She could scream now, Jean realized, rant at the top of her lungs! He had made it possible! Why? She swallowed tightly, watching him move toward her, then lowering his head, his length of pinkish seething animal-tongue licked moistly over her muscle-tightened belly! Again, he did it, the hot, spread length of his tormenting wet tongue causing incredible sensations to spiral through her, immediately resurging the unsatiated passion she had quickly forgotten in her terror! She strained her sight to gape at his animal-face, to read some direction in those fire-filled, wild eyes! Oh God, he had saved her from a cruel gang rape! And he knew it... he knew it! Once more, she raised her head to gaspingly watch his long hot tongue licking upward over the quivering white flesh of her soft belly! Higher and higher he inched, until he was finally lapping the rounded, full undersides of her exposed breasts, ever-creeping upward over them toward their tiny, marble-hardening nipples... and at last, there! She couldn't restrain the little moan that escaped her lips when his feverish, moist tongue actually reached them, wetly grazing the pink, sensitively rising buds again and again to send maddeningly arousing spasms whipping through her nakedly bound body! Oh... oh God... what was happening to her? She must be losing her mind! The liquor had numbed her wits to the point of stupidity! This ferocious brute could, and well might, tear her to pieces if the notion took him! Somehow, she had to raise help before it was too late, before this moment of gentleness left him! But if she screamed would she be heard... and if she were, could they trace the source in time? Yet worse, what might her shrieking voice do to him? It wasn't as if she could scramble from the bed and try to evade his attack! She was tied hand and foot, helplessly vulnerable to those massive jaws and sharp, gleaming fangs! Dear Lord, she could hardly think with the inconceivable rising heat his fiercely licking tongue brushing wetly over the naked mounds of her breasts was creating inside her! She heard him whimper deep in his throat, her widened stare fixed on his almost loving performance. Then, his blazing eyes raised to meet hers, their desire-fed glow level with her own. She held her breath as he moved upward and startlingly began to run his warm, liquid tongue in hot caresses over her face! My God, Jean shockingly realized, he's kissing me! A feeling of gentle warmth filled Caesar's powerful body as he tenderly licked over the pleasing, soft beauty of the female-human's flesh. The pleasant taste of her breasts, and now her smooth white face intrigued him. This was not the same, he sensed, as the vengeance he had fulfilled with the other young, she-woman. No malice toward this one raged inside him as it had for the one who had chased and shot at them. Her warm human-eyes reflected emotions that he could understand in the depths of the mysterious brain he possessed. Yes, she was one that he could claim for his own! Jean reflectively rolled her head to shy her face away from the brute-animal's hot, licking tongue. There was no question in her mind but what he was actually kissing her... showing her in his own way that she needn't be afraid, that he wouldn't harm her! Why she felt that she could fathom his unhuman meaning was beyond her, but she was certain she was right! It was almost as if uncanny vibrations were passing between them... and suddenly she realized that she was no longer trying to avoid the heated attention of his warm, moist tongue, but giving herself to it with tightly closed eyes! Abruptly, he stopped. She felt the weight of him jiggling the bed and snapped open her eyes to see. My God... he was moving down between her helplessly bound legs! She raised to watch him poise his great head between her open thighs, then slowly lower it, his heated animal-breath taunting the sparse blonde-pubic hair there! His cool, wet nose brushed against the soft, hot flesh of her inner-thigh... and finally, the still flushed lips of her vaginal crevice! She heard him whimper as he sniffed her female excitement, taunting her succeptibly naked loins as though he were making an actual seduction! Once more, the urge to scream filled her, but was rendered utterly useless as she felt his warm damp nose suddenly rubbing wetly against the puckered ring of her tiny cringing anus! "Oh... oh, my God!" she gasped out, as if she were pleading to another person, the words of Granny Obert suddenly finding some realistic meaning in her racing mind. "Don't... please don't?" Oh... ooohhhhh! His wild tongue snaked out to lick wormingly up and down the smooth vale surrounding her tightly clenched little anal mouth, the tip burrowing teasingly up into its defensively clasped lips! Jean hardly knew whether it was fear, shame, or the tantalization itself that made her try to squirm her naked vaginal slit away, but when the massive dog raised his head and warningly growled, she quickly stopped. His head lowered again, the hot, seething tongue beginning to lick at the narrow pink crevice between her helplessly spread thighs. She trembled and groaned uncontrollably as he wetly drew it upward over the full length of her openly spread pussy. "Oooooh God!" The lewd sensations stabbing inward to reach deep into the nerve centers of her helplessly fluttering belly. Again he did it, this time, his thick hot tongue spreading through the yielding, hair-fringed cunt lips like a fluid blade! It didn't stop, but continued to relentlessly splay the raw, sensitive flesh, pausing at last to lunge in a penetrating curl far up her shamelessly moistened vagina! She gasped and spasmed convulsively, writhing in reflexive bodily contortions to his oral rape... but he never stopped... and she wasn't sure that she wanted him to! At that intensively breathtaking moment, the spread-eagled, obscenely exposed young bride was not sure of anything but the sudden ardent thrill of incitement his hot, ravaging tongue was sending through her young naked body. Her whimpers uncontrollably increased, while her mind slipped further into a spell-binding sensual oblivion that she could not, nor did not want to struggle against! Again and again, his pleasure-bringing tongue grazingly bathed her unprotected, loins from the snug, raisin-like lips of her tightly clenched little anus, upward through the glistening, moist crevice of her long-denied pussy. At its peak, it hesitated, penetrating to flick almost knowingly at the trembling bud of her clitoris, irresistably amplifying her mounting desire a hundred fold! How long it went on, Jean in her erotic intoxication had no idea... only that it did, the heavenly searing tongue licking wildly through and over her moistly inflamed cuntal flesh until she was gasping and squirming her whole naked body maddeningly beneath it. "Oooohh... ooohhh!" she gutturally moaned as he flicked the tormenting organ in a hot, lust-whetting curl up into the clutching little mouth of her burning vaginal passage. "Ooohhh... yes... yes, do it for me, Caesar! M-Make me cum... oohhh please? Lick me more... lick me!" Jean hardly knew what she was saying, her overpowering passion had built to that intensity... but abruptly, she realized the loss of his pleasure-bringing tongue, and she raised her head to gape in confused disappointment. He had moved up over her once more on the bed and she heard his animal whimpers at the same moment that she realized he was tugging with his strong, sharp teeth at her bonds. He... he was freeing her! When he had managed to untie one wrist, he moved down to repeat the act at her ankle, while she quickly undid the other wrist with her freed hand, then sat up to work on the other ankle. Her infused brain swam with both the sensual elation filling it, as well as the incredulous events that had taken place this night, one after the other. But once more, her brief flurry of thought was whipped away as she felt his tongue affectionately licking at her cheek. She tore the unknotted stocking from her ankle and wrapped both arms around his great neck, hugging his huge head tightly to her as she lay back, the weight of his powerful body flattening her resilient upraised breasts down against her chest. "Oh... you... you beautiful lover, Caesar!" she chokingly gasped. Then, taking gentle hold of his ears and head, she fearlessly hissed. "Please, darling don't stop yet... please?" He let her guide him back down between her anxiously spread thighs, little whimpers still emitting from his panting mouth, while soft mewls of delight tumbled from hers. Then, with an animalistic groan of her own, Jean drew her knees back to her breasts pulling his nose tight down into her wetly throbbing vagina! His eager tongue flicked up the fire-filled channel like an attacking lizard, his own whines blending with hers as he hungrily lashed and penetrated the glistening pink flesh between her lewdly spread thighs and buttocks. "Oh... ooohhh... yes! Lick it, darling... lick my cunt!" she lustfully pleaded, undulating her opened, obscenely positioned loins and rounded white buttocks salaciously up against his mind-destroying tongue. Caesar could smell as well as taste the exoticness of her human female lust, the keen aromatic flavor driving his basic sexual instincts higher and higher. Though he had known the carnal association of many female-humans in his time, none had ever commanded his natural impulses such as this soft, white creature with the long golden hair. Her pale, sky-colored eyes reflected truth, and her voice-sounds were gentle and warm. There was a sun-brightness to the expression of her smooth, white face that he sensed flowing through the tender symmetrical curves of her entire body. But it was there down between her welcomingly spread thighs where he licked with his lust-heated tongue that he knew the naked sensitive realness of her. This yielding, pink flesh of her open cunt in its hot, flowing poignancy revealed her innermost emotions and as he greedily and lovingly tongued the wispy, curl-fringed softness, he intuitively felt the rising heaviness of his own feral, animal loins. Jean felt his magnificent hot tongue suddenly desert her lewdly offered vaginal opening and she quickly raised her head to see him backing off several steps. "Oh... oh God, Darling... what is it?" she imploringly moaned, to his entreating whine. "Please... don't stop? What? What is it you want, Lover?" He moved to her side then, nosing against her soft hip in a gesture that she found herself understanding. God... he wanted her to turn over onto her stomach! Gently, he nudged again, the whimpering sounds coming from the depths of his chest, the golden medallion swaying beneath his throat from the effort! Unable to determine why she did it, she willingly responded, and moreover, not wanting to know or destroy the beautifully impossible phenomenon that bound them, Jean lowered her long, white legs and rolled over onto her stomach, no thought of fear or resistance in her incited brain. She again spread her long shapely legs wide, sensing that he wanted this as did she, again narcisstically picturing her own naked, smooth curvaceousness in her mind's eye. She sensed his panting, hot breaths against the soft mounds of her partially raised buttocks, then joyfully felt the heat of his thick wet tongue slithering into the soft smooth crevice separating them! Jean moaned audibly, unknown sensations of undisguised lust charging ever stronger through her cunt and belly. She hardly realized it as she reached back behind herself with her small hands to lasciviously spread the lust cheeks open, giving him full access to her tiny, palpitating anus! Then, his loving hot tongue was wetly caressing it, again splaying open the ragged, hair-lined lips of her inflamed pussy to graze the sensually flushed, pink flesh on its lewd path to the baby-like mouth of her naked rectum. Oh God... she was going to lose her mind entirely, she thought! She was... truly was! And then, her animal lover was nuzzling beneath her pelvis and lifting, his desire as clear to her as if he had spoken. Obediently, she raised up, elevating her wide-spread buttocks as she knelt slave like before the powerful dog in complete inner-surrender! Once more, as if in answering-love, he drew his thick, splaying tongue up through the full length of her seethingly wet cuntal crevice, and she gasped out her erotic delight. She tried to widen her knees even further to open the throbbing pink pussy slit between her trembling thighs wider to him. His long, curling animal-tongue thrust possessively, sweeping hotly through the blood-flushed, wet inner-flesh and flicking at the hungrily grasping mouth of her vagina, enticingly firing her offered loins to greater heat before he moved to a new, unexpected position! She tensed as the massive dog's muscular, furry body crowded in behind her toward her nakedly trembling buttocks, suddenly aware that he was raising up on his hind legs and his powerful forelegs were grasping at her upthrusting hips! Oh God... he... he must be mounting her, she thought wildly twisting her head to look back... and he was! Dear Lord... he was! He intended to fuck her just as though she were another animal! Her desire confused brain whirled with the impossibly lurid idea, and once again she remembered some of Granny Obert's tale! Oh God! she inwardly gasped, her body tremoring to the sensations Caesar's lashing tongue had set her palpitating loins afire with. Then, her glazed eyes caught sight of their lewdly locked position in her vanity mirror and she groaned helplessly at the obscenely provocative reflection. The bestial obscenity of the great German Shepherd astraddle the spread white moons of her smoothly ovaled buttocks sent unbelievable charges of salacious fire soaring through her naked, qlživering body. Then, she breathlessly gaped at the sight of his glistening, scarlet cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the wet, tapered end slipping and dancing as it moved forward to probe the damp, pink crevice of her wildly excited runt. She felt his strong canine body jerk against the giving flesh of her supple, white buttocks, saw his dangling thick length of hardened cock trying to penetrate the thin vertical mouth of her defenselessly upturned vagina! He whimpered loudly, his forepaws making new claims against the soft sensitive flesh of her naked hips as he thrustingly stumbled on his hind legs behind her, desperately endeavoring to bury the sleek, throbbing shaft up inside her! Jean saw it all in the mirror, and with an inescapable, sensuous moan, she shifted her head suddenly hungrily quivering buttocks back at it in an effort to capture his lengthening hardness, the feverishly impassioned tension inside her reaching a near unbearable point! Oh God... she wanted it... had to have his long, thick animal-cock inside her inflamed, needing cunt! Yes, she had to have it racing into her soft, fire-filled belly before she went mad with her unfulfilled desire! Nothing else mattered! She reached back between her full, widely spread thighs, grasping the slippery animal-organ to spread her soft silken pubic hair with the tip and guide its hotly pulsating, head to the wetly receptive mouth of her eagerly waiting vaginal hole! Immediately, he humped forward, bursting it from her grip as he speared her defenseless young cuntal channel open wider and wider, sending the long rod of hard, thick animal-cock deep up into the hungrily squirming hole between her thighs! Jean watched in the mirror in bulging eyed fascination as the burning, scarlet rod of stiffened dog flesh slithered forward with a wet, brutal charge, burying itself all the way up to the hilt in her painfully stretched vaginal passage. Caesar's heavy, sperm-bloated balls swung down wildly and smacked flatly beneath her golden pussy-hair. The intensive, pressuring sensation of impalement came bursting through her loins seconds later and she grunted out her choking gasp. Then: "Oh God!" she wailed, her wide blue eyes gaping unseeingly as her excitedly panting animal-lover began to fuck rhythmically up into her from behind. Her head jarring from his every fierce breast-quivering plunge, Jean tried to concentrate on the long, scarlet length of hardness slithering into her as she began to move rhythmically backward to meet his powerful, breathtaking strokes! Unequaled sensations of base-lust filled her sensuously slaving body as she thrust backward onto the ever-thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper into her raging, hot belly from behind. Furiously, his savage muscular beauty battered and thudded resoundingly against her yielding, wide-spread ass-cheeks, his painfully huge cock a relentless shaft of glistening, sadistic joy sinking to its full length deep into her soft, quivering belly! With ungovernable, whimpering mewls, she lewdly rotated her rounded working buttocks back at him with a lewd frenzy, grinding her hotly clinging cunt walls back over the length of his hardened, piercing animal flesh with a masochistic cry of wanton passion. The signal flashed through her lust-inflamed young body then, the unmistakable beacon of erotic fulfillment! It spiraled through her seething loins like the pricking of a million warning needles, and gnawed at the base of her quivering belly with the promise of unknown rapture. She whimpered aloud to the jagged edges of her growing sensual bliss, gaping at the mirror hungrily to see the great dog, Caesar's wet, thick cock disappearing up between the soft whiteness of her own roundly absorbing buttocks, his furious fucking of her tempoed in quickened jerky animal strokes! She caught sight of her own pink cuntal flesh wetly clinging to his huge hardness when he pulled out of her, then vanishing back up inside again with his thrusting charge, his heavy cum- laden balls smacking solidly below between the spread-open lips of her hotly searing pussy. Her brain reeled in the throes of her wildly aroused passion, her eyes feasting on the sensuous spectacle of her full young breasts quivering and swaying like hanging white mounds of lush, pink-crested fruit to his beautiful, battering barrage! She saw the flailing beauty of her own long, blonde hair when she tossed her head in cadence to the moans of gasping enchantment hissing from her heaving chest! "Oh God... fuck me you magnificent darling! " she cried. "Gr-Granny was right... right! I know now... yes... yes! I'm yours, Caesar... yours forever... Oooohhhh... God!" It was the wailing soft lilt in her crying voice that made Caesar know her sexual love. He whimpered back in response as he ardently thrust into her from behind in the only depth of expression his basic instincts urged. He knew that she was readily giving herself to him in the loving beauty of natural law, never resisting or fighting him, but eagerly, thrusting her soft, white female cunt back onto his heavily aching hardness. The wet, warmth of her human vaginal channel was greedily clenching at his animal cock, as if she were his own bitch mate, and his great heart pounded lovingly in his chest for her. He sensed the dribbling wetness against his loins that trickled down the soft smooth backs of her thighs from where he fucked into her, and saw the thin, sheen-like droplets of perspiration that had gathered on her naked white body beneath him. His own tongue hung loosely from his opened jaws in heated frenzy. The moment of culmination was near! Abruptly, Jean raised her sensuously slackened face to whimper out a guttural, animalish groan from deep in her throat. Her glazed blue eyes grew round and unseeing. "Ooohhh... ooohhhh, Darling... I can't stand it! I-I'm going madddd! Do it to me harder... please do it for me, my lover! Oooohhhh!" And her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, her head tossing insanely from side to side, her long, honey- colored hair wildly flailing as she began the first convulsions of her climax, skewering her white, passionately undulating buttocks back onto his long, thick rod of hardness with a wantonness that she had never even imagined she was capable of. The first spasm struck her then and she shrieked, slamming her rounded white ass-cheeks back hard against the rhythmically fucking dog cock with a desperate, frantic lunge. Simultaneously Caesar responded with a forward thrust and growl, his massive hardness beginning to spew its heated animal sperm deep up into her soft, wildly constricting belly with long, hard spurts. Again, Jean weirdly cried out, her crazily jerking buttocks beginning to contract convulsively to the grand eruption exploding hotly in her belly and loins in the universal ecstasy of all animals! She threw her head from side to side in a heretofore unknown, erotic bliss... at last opening her eyes on the mirror to see the combination of human-animal cum oozing whitely from her tightly clenching cuntal-mouth which was still clasping and milking hungrily at her animal-lover's slowly deflating cock. Thin rivulets of their sticky, white fluids ran hotly down the smooth white columns of her inner-thighs... and when she could no longer watch, she pitched forward on her breasts, gasping a great sigh of blissful relief... Jean lay unmoving for a long, long moment, refusing to let the thoughts that were trying to flood her mind return. Instead, she thought only of the beautiful, wildly arousing orgasm she had just known... felt his movements on the bed behind and over her. Yes... dear God, yes! Granny had been right... so right, and now, she understood! Suddenly, she felt his hot, wet tongue licking the smooth, sensitive flesh of her naked buttocks... then the small of her back! It stopped, and smiling, Jean slowly rolled over... With a start, she sat upright, and just in time to see his great flanks disappearing through the open window. A sudden tightness caught at her throat as she scrambled toward the foot of the bed. "Caesar! Caesar... please! Come back! Come back!" But he didn't, and as seconds passed into minutes, Jean realized that he would not. Oh... oh God! She couldn't hold back the tears puddling into her eyes. What he had done for her... to her... with her! Then, she heard it! It was a wailing animal howl that triumphantly filled the night, and Jean couldn't contain her trembling smile of happiness. Slowly, she crawled back up into the bed, feeling the heat of his animal sperm still puddling deep in her satiated belly, then switched the room into darkness. She licked at her lushly swollen lips and continued to confidently smile to herself. There was no reason any longer for fear and she would make Mark understand this... and more. Most people in Crescent Valley who had heard that cry a moment ago had cringed, she sleepily thought, but she knew the truth. It had been a cry of love... love to his new-found human mate... Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 6 "I don't believe it!" Link Morgan furiously raged. "You lousy little punks screwed up!" "No! I swear it, Chief!" Leo Vincent pledged, his thin, pimply face drawn in fear of the barrel-chested man. "Honest, I wouldn't lie to you!" "You'd lie to your dying mother, you fink!" the police chief spat. "Leo's telling you the truth, Chief!" Billy White, a runtish, long- haired boy put in. "We were going great when suddenly, there he was, coming right through her open window!" "And you're sure it was that Caesar bastard?" Link questioned. "You're damn right," the good-looking, heavy-set Corky assured. "I saw him first... those crazy wild eyes!" "Like two chunks of fire!" Leo Vincent added. "And he had the medallion hanging from his throat!" "We just harassed out of there as fast as we could!" Billy White added. For a heavy moment there was silence. They sat in the police chief's little office staring at the big man who seemed to be meditating behind his scarred desk. A filtered glow of morning sunshine feebly attempted to penetrate the long-unwashed window above the lawman's head, lighting his flushed face and red-rimmed, tired eyes enough for them to note the first trace of his mean half-grin. "You didn't sneak around to see what happened, did you?" he questioned, looking directly at Leo Vincent's acned face. "Are you kidding, man? With that goddamned wild hound there?" the thin teenager retorted. "Like Corky says, we haul-assed!" "Then we tried to find you Chief," Billy said. "Once, we saw you but you were with the deputy. We figured we better let it ride 'till this morning." "Well, for once you used your fucking heads, Link replied. "How far did you get with her?" "We had her stripped and tied spread-eagle to the bed!" Leo Vincent told him, his young beady eyes lewdly narrowing as he remembered. "Fuck, what a sweet broad she is! Man, I've never seen anything like her, bare- assed and naked!" "We'd even shed our own threads and were ready to swing!" Corky added. "Shit, I wanted a piece of her so bad..." "You wore the masks like I said?" Link interrupted, wanting to be sure. "Right," Leo answered. "Everything was going just like you planned it, Chief, until that friggin' dog appeared on the scene." "Hmmmm..." the half-grinning lawman muttered. "I wonder what happened after you three hightailed it? I mean... after the way he raped my niece... I wonder?" "You... you mean, maybe he fucked her, Chief?" Leo softly questioned. "Well? What do you think wise-boy... did he?" Link Morgan asked, digging a cigar from his desk drawer, his twisted grin still prevalent. "It's going to be damned interesting to find out. And maybe... just maybe, we accomplished what we wanted after all." "You mean, the deputy is going to go crazy-mad if that Caesar mutt really fucked his wife, eh Chief?" Leo Vincent blurted, moving forward to the edge of his chair. "Exactly!" the big man replied, spitting the bitten tip of his cigar away and striking a lucifer match! "Exactly, boy... and that's all we wanted in the first place, wasn't it?" "Right!" the thin teenager replied, proud of the way he had analyzed it all and reveling beneath the police chiefs grin. "But I still wish we could've pulled it off, I'll tell you. She was fingering herself in the dark when we moved in on her, that's why she didn't hear us!" "She was what?" "Finger fucking herself... no shit, chief, she was!" Leo, enthusiastically informed. "Ask these guys; they saw her too!" "Honest injun, Chief, she was!" Corky corroborated. "Crap we'd 've had a ball if it hadn't been for that fucking Caesar!" "I never even saw or heard him slip into the room!" Leo Vincent exclaimed. "There I stood with my cock in my hand, already to go, when Corky says, "Come on, Leo, it's the fucking pack-dog, and I!" "He said what?" Link snapped, jerking the cigar from his mouth and leaning forward with widening, infuriated eyes. "Well, what did he say?" "He... he said... come on, Leo, it's the..." The big man's opened hand slapped hard against the desk top. "You stupid bastards, I give you masks to wear so the bitch can't see your faces and what do you do? Call each other by name! You goddamned rattleheaded shits! How many Leo's do you think there are in Crescent Valley... or hadn't that occurred to you?" The acne-faced boy turned his gaze slowly toward his teenaged cohorts, the realization of the big man's words suddenly dawning upon him. If everything went off all right, fine... if Caesar raped her, fine... or if she hadn't heard Corky call out his name, fine... but, supposing she had! Link quickly gained his feet. "You three better plan to make yourselves scarce for awhile... and don't give me any goddamned back- lip! I don't care what you tell your folks, but you're getting out of town!" "Where... where'll we go, Chief?" Leo questioned, sensing a cold chill moving up his spine. "I don't give a damn... just go... go up to the cave and rough it for a week or so... or until we put an end to this fucking pack situation. There's food there, everything you'll need, including a jar of pot... and don't go blowing your minds completely, you stupid jerks!" Billy White broke into a wide grin. "Sounds crazy to me, man!" "Me too," Corky agreed. "Anything to get away from mowing that goddamned lawn at home!" "Never mind the comments, just get moving!" Link ordered. "The sooner you three are out of town, the better I'm going to feel!" * * * Alone, the big lawman sat irritably mulling over the fiasco of his carefully laid plans. He had pulled a half-emptied fifth of cheap bourbon from a desk drawer and was drinking it raw from the bottle. He needed something to give him a pick-up; he was dead-tired and not a frigging thing was going right. Those goddamned numbies, they'd probably have blown it anyway. Maybe it was just as wed the dog had shown up and chased them off... Christ, he couldn't help but wonder if the big bastard had socked it into her. They'd said she was tied spread-eagle on the bed and naked as a whorehouse bitch... Damn he'd liked to have seen that, himself! She was one luscious broad, all right... and fingering herself, they said... sonofabitch, he was getting a hard on just thinking about that... Link took another pull at the bottle, thinking at the same time that he hadn't used his head by slapping Nell Carter around either. She was no Jean Blakely, but she'd been a good fuck and always ready... and now she was gone. Hell, he'd been drunk... couldn't even remember what the hell she'd said to irk him, and then, the next thing he knew he was cuffing hell out of her. Still, he hadn't realized that she'd packed her things and cleared out until yesterday morning when he'd walked into the kitchen and found Annie getting breakfast. "What're you doing, taking up housekeeping?" he'd growled, his head throbbing and his guts churning with a hangover. "Someone better, I think," his teenaged niece had replied. "Your housekeeper walked out two hours ago, bag and baggage." "She what?" "That's right, Uncle, she's flown the coop," the pretty young teenager had said without looking at him, moving around the kitchen in her nightie and wrapper with more efficiency than he'd ever dreamed she had. But then, why in hell not, she was sixteen, practically a grown woman, and a well-built one, at that. Fucked, too, he'd thought, standing there looking at her, even if it was by a goddamned dog. At least, she knew what it was all about. "What for, did she say?" "I don't think she could with her lips all swollen up," Annie had sharply replied, taking toast from the toaster and buttering it. "She was lucky to see where she was going with those two black eyes... must have ran into a door or something, eh?" Link grinned to himself at the girl's quip, remembering. He tilted the bottle up once more and swallowed noisily several times. The little imp, she was something else. He knew she had no respect for Nell from the beginning, but she'd tolerated her. That goddamned fucking Caesar... taking her young cherry. He'd kill that sonofabitch yet... but he'd sure like to know what happened between the wild mutt and Jean Blakely. Imagine, that luscious piece fingering herself... Christ, he'd sure like to throw a fuck into her... must be Blakely wasn't doing a very good job of it, if she had to resort to playing with herself. His long, thick cock had stretched into a heavy, weighted hardness at the conglomeration of his thoughts, straining inside his clothing, and he shifted and pulled at his crotch to ease the bind. He picked up his cigar from the ashtray lighting it again while his liquor-roused brain filled with patches of thought concerning Jean Blakely nakedly finger- fucking herself, and his dead sister's daughter moving around the kitchen in her nightie and wrapper. Sonofabitch, maybe both... but at least one of them had been fucked by that weird mutt... The ring of the telephone interrupted his lewd reveries. He hesitated to answer it, wondering if he wanted to get involved in anything this morning before catching some sleep. Christ, he'd been up all night, making sure that Blakely didn't take a notion to go home... It rang several more times before he picked it up from its cradle... "Police Department." "Chief Morgan?" a husky feminine voice questioned. "Yes... " "Lydia Newell, Chief," the voice throatily informed, though he had already placed it. "Are you busy?" "Not when a pretty little girl like you calls me this early in the morning," he answered, feeling debonair as hell with the effects of the bourbon, and his swollen cock throbbing in his pants. "Wow, that's some come-on from the law enforcement office! I recommend you publish the idea in the police gazette, or whatever it is you people use," she said, her warm voice teasing. "Little old ladies might just flip... " "That's my problem girl... little old ladies," Link said, grinning into the piece. "Hmmm, I sense the bulling male coming to the forefront... but that isn't why I called you, Link," Lydia said. "Right now I'm in no mood to even waste words." Link's smile faded. He sat up in his chair, dropping the cigar into the ashtray. This was the daughter of the most powerful man in the valley, and Aaron had made a point of letting him know she would call on him if she had problems while he, her father, was out of the country. He said: "What is it, Lydia?" "Two nights in a row now, our herds have been raided. All together we've lost eight sheep and five dogs! Like I told Blakely, the sheep we can stand, but the dogs, no!" "Has the deputy been out to the A & B?" "Yesterday... and he did nothing. Suggested I make a government claim for our losses... but 1 don't know a damned thing about that, Link. Besides, what am I supposed to do, file papers every day? It's that goddamned Caesar and his pack... " "Yeah, I know, Lydia. You heard about Annie?" "Yes... what a horrible thing," the husky voice sympathized. "And there'd be more, I'm thinking, if something isn't done... which is why I'm caging you. Frankly, I think our deputy sheriff is getting too goddamned big for his britches!" The big police chief licked at his lips, his mind racing to analyze her every word. He said: "There're those of us who'll readily agree with that. But... but I think you've got something in mind... right, girl?" "Maybe," she huskily replied. "But... but I think you and I better get together and discuss it, Link... not over the telephone." "I'm with you." "I-l know you don't see eye-to-eye with Mr. Blakely, and right now... neither do I!" "You... you sound like you might want his... " Link started, then cut himself short. "His nuts! That's what I want, Link, and I'll tack them up on the wall of my bedroom!" she lewdly spat into his ear. "And I don't care what method I use in getting them... understand?" Link couldn't control his grin. "I think so," he slowly answered, knowing the history of their affair and how Mark's sudden, unexpected marriage to Jean had destroyed it. He sensed the bitter jealousy in her tone, along with the vengeance. Shit, she was something else, too, and wild as a hawk! What a fuck she'd be... if she wasn't Aaron Newell's daughter! "How can I help you... Baby?" He heard her light titter of laughter. "Boy, are you some lover this morning," she taunted. "What's wrong, has Nell taken to separate bedrooms?" He didn't bother answering the direct question. "Just trying to be of public service, little girl," he said, pleased with the way he was toying words and suggestive endearments with her, his heavy cock pulsating in his pants. "Okay, if I can trust you in the same room with me," Lydia's sensuous voice half-whispered. "Come out to the ranch as soon as you can. I've an idea that might prove profitable to both of us. It's a little lurid, but should it work, Darling, we both can get what we want." Again, Link licked at his thick lips. Darling, she'd said. The young bitch... if she wasn't Aaron's daughter! "I'll be there in twenty minutes," he said. "And you know you can trust old Link..." * * * Jean Blakely awakened to a typical, sunny California morning, a warm sensation of pleasureful gratification mellowing her curvaceous young body. She sighed, stretching languorously beneath the thin covering of the satin sheet, finally aware of her nakedness. She seldom slept in the complete raw, she idly thought, especially when Mark wasn't beside her, and he had been on duty last night, hadn't he? Abruptly, Jean sat upright in the bed, the thin sheet falling to her slender waist, exposing the lush twin mounds of her rounded white breasts. My God, had she dreamed it, or had it actually happened? The pleasant torpor she had momentarily enjoyed immediately dissolved into anxious alertness as her brain was flooded with a barrage of frightening mental reflections! Habitually, she tossed her head then brushed the disheveled tresses of her long blonde hair behind her naked shoulders. It had to have been a nightmare... all of it, she logically reasoned, swallowing at the tightness in her throat. But then, as she moved in the bed, she sensed the viscid wetness dampening the warm, smooth flesh of her vaginal lips and soft inner-thighs and quickly pressed the sheet back to investigate. She both saw and felt with her exploring fingers, the still moist saturation of her sparse young pubic-hair and the sticky secretion seeping from between her legs, causing the narrow ribbon of pink intimate flesh to sparklingly glisten. My God... it was true... not a nightmare! It had actually happened! Caesar... he had been there and... and made love to her! Jean's brain reeled in combination shock and sensual revival as it began to vividly recount all that had happened, even to the three who had burst in on her in the darkness while she was... was... yes, fingering herself! But, had that part really happened... had they been there... tied her to the bed? Anxiously, she swung to the floor and gaped around the room! Yes... there was her shredded nightie... and the bonds they'd tied her with! Stockings, they had used... and Caesar had untied them with his teeth! Oh God... that beautiful animal, she breathlessly recalled, tiny sensations of loving warmth rippling through her naked loins and tremorous belly at the memory of him! The rattling sound of a key in the front door-lock startled her. Mark... he was just coming home! Quickly, she picked up her robe from the boudoir chair and slipped into it, buttoning as she moved about the room snatching up all the telltale evidence, her confused mind racing along a new vein. As much as she wanted to tell him everything, she realized that she could not... not even of the three who had broken with the intentions of raping her! How could she explain why they had left without doing what they'd came for? She would have to bring Caesar into it, and that she had no intentions of doing! Mark would never rest until he'd killed the great dog, which, she desperately realized, would be the equivalent at that unsettled moment, of destroying a part of her! "Oh, so you're already up," Mark said, filling the doorway and smiling tiredly at her. "I thought maybe I could sneak in and kiss you awake." Jean managed a nervous little smile in response, taking the small bundle of silkish items she had gathered to a dresser-drawer and carelessly tucking them away. "If I'd known, I would've waited and pretended," she said, crossing the room to him and raising her lips to be kissed. Mark did, hungrily slipping his arms around her to draw her tightly against him. He kissed her warmly, then raised his head several inches to gaze into her beautiful face. "About yesterday, Baby... cripes, I'm sorry. I was so damned exhausted... but next time it's going to be different, I promise you that!" Jean stretched upward and kissed his lips, wholly conscious of his sincerity. Momentarily, a gentle glow of deep love filled her, commanding her immediate attention at the feel of his strong, hard body pressed against the soft yield of her own. God... how she wished she could tell him everything... but how could she? She placed her hands onto his chest and gently pressured away from him. "You must be hungry, Darling," she said, taking his hand and moving into the hallway. "Come on, I'll fix us some breakfast." "I'm starved if you want to know the truth," he replied, moving wearily along behind her. "Walking the streets all night isn't exactly my cup of tea. I don't know how the old beat-cop ever stood up under it. No wonder they called him 'flatfoot.'" With a sigh, he slipped into the breakfast nook and leaned his head back to watch her wash her hands, then measure ground coffee into the percolator. Jean felt his keen eyes on her back and an uncontrollable tremor of guilt chilled the length of her spine. She was even hesitant to ask him what had happened... if they had seen or heard the wild pack... afraid she might somehow betray her wonderful animal-lover and the forbidden secret they shared together. She could hardly keep the great dog out of her mind, remembering in lucid retrospect flashes of the ecstasy he had brought her! "Needless to say, we didn't see hide nor hair of that damned vicious brute," Mark commented with a yawn, his bitter reference to Caesar reflexively vexing lean. "We heard them, though, baying up in the hills, and once there was a hell of a howl right here in town, but none of the sentries saw anything." "He... he probably won't come back into Crescent Valley again," Jean protectively said. "Maybe he'd just take his pack elsewhere..." "And maybe he won't," Mark replied, rubbing at his tired eyes. "Anyway, we can't afford to take that chance... not with a wild sonofabitch that dares attack young girls and actually rapes them... Damn, you know, I still can hardly believe it! A wild animal like that actually making a sexual assault on a human female..." "He doesn't sound very much like a base animal to met!" Jean sharply asserted, unable to contain herself at her young husband's degrading remarks of the massive, loving dog, and sorry immediately after. "Hey... that's a crazy thing to say, Honey," Mark declared, leaning forward on the table of the booth to more closely observe her. "I don't get your meaning at all. What else would you call a wild and vicious brute-animal?" Panicky, Jean sought for an answer, berating her own impulsive stupidity. As one lie begets another, so might one indiscreet statement, she realized, as she said: "Did it ever occur to you that maybe he was seduced into doing what he did?" For a long moment, Mark didn't speak... couldn't. He merely sat staring at his young, ravishing blonde wife, while she busied herself with frying-pan, eggs and the like at the stove, not so much as tossing him a single glance to accompany her absurd question. "C-Christ, Jean... did I hear you right?" he managed, swinging his feet around until they stuck out from the booth where he sat, almost reaching to the center of the small room. "You really couldn't mean that... little Annie Purcell actually seducing the wild bastard?" "Well, why not?" Jean snapped, caught up in this malicious web of her own making, and further enraged by her husband's spurious terms for Caesar. She sensed her blue eyes smoldering as she glared at him. "To me, that's far more feasible than Caesar's attacking her! She's a wilderness girl, isn't she... a huntress and all of that? What's so impossible about her somehow seducing him? Women have done it before with dogs and donkeys, and God knows what-not! Well... haven't they?" Suddenly, more fascinated than shocked, Mark continued to stare at his lovely wife, the full realization of her words weirdly adding up to him. Christ, was it possible? Like she said, it made a hell of a lot more sense than the goddamned beast raping her! She could have ripped her own clothing to shreds, and that certainly sounded more in keeping than the other way round! But... but how could she get next to that damned wild monster... and would she dare try? What the hell! "Baby... I think maybe you've just opened a new can of worms... one nobody but another woman would ever think of!" Mark said, getting to his feet to pace meditatingly around their small kitchen. "In fact, maybe you've just hit the nail smack on the head... though I can't see why she would cry rape, unless she was looking to gain some warped notoriety... you know... like the Salem witch trials..." "Well... I'm not all that certain Mark," Jean interrupted him, swallowing tightly as she realized the possible damage she could be doing to an innocent young girl's reputation. "I-I merely meant to imply that Caesar may not be as bad as he's painted..." She paused there, almost hearing her husband's eyes as they clicked to fasten on her. God, why didn't she shut up? "Hey... what is this with you... referring to this crazy vicious wild dog as 'him' and 'he' rather than 'it'... calling it Caesar? Have you been listening to Granny Obert again? Have you, Jean?" "How do you want your eggs?" "Never mind that, answer my question, Baby," he said, going to her and taking her gently by the shoulders, forcing her to face him. "Have you?" Jean dropped her eyes with an intentional 'naughty-girl' reaction, her protective brain racing, aware that he had provided the out for her. She sighed. "Yes," she finally replied. "Yesterday morning... I wanted to know more about the stories... the myths, as you say..." "And what do you say, Darling?" he partially smiled, his eyes searching hers. She made a tiny nod, as if reluctant to do so, but knowing it was the surest way of escaping the situation she had been sinking deeper and deeper into... as well as protecting their unacceptable relationship of hours before. "Myths, right?" he insisted. "Oh Mark... I don't know... I guess so," Jean answered him, but still unwilling to readily deny her wonderful animal-lover. "I don't know, anymore than I'm capable of accusing Annie Purcell of such a thing..." "Don't let the Annie idea bother you, Baby," he assured, letting go of her and going back toward the booth. "Whether you're right or wrong there, none of us will ever know. I certainly wouldn't make the issue of it. What could it prove one way or the other? Only a nasty piece of circumstances for Annie, and no one wants that. Besides, it wouldn't change a damned thing, the pack has to be destroyed either way..." Jean started to speak but the ringing telephone stopped her. She made a motion toward laying down the spatula to answer it, but Mark was enroute. "I'll get it," he sighed. "It's undoubtedly for me... probably one of the ranchers wanting to know what the hell I'm going to do about the sheep he lost last night..." Jean held up on cracking the eggs into the pan. The coffee was ready and she poured herself a cup, noticing the trembling of her hand. A cold sensation of illicit sensations shivered through her. For the first time in her life, she realized, she had blindly been ready to sacrifice... to hurt another person's reputation in the protection of her own... and a lover's! Dear God, this must be what an adulterous woman felt! "Hey Steve, you old hack!" Mark's jubilant voice severed her thoughts. She moved toward the doorway, holding her coffee cup to listen, a pleasant recognition drawing a smile. "How's Carol?" she heard him ask as he dropped onto the arm of the overstuffed chair. "Wait a minute..." he said, then to her in the doorway: "It's Steve Foster! Yeah, Steve, I had to tell Jeannie who was piping me this early in the morning from the big town... Yeah, that's right. What's up, anyway?... Well, that's the way it looks, Steve... and there's a reliable doctor's report to substantiate it. But where did you pick it up? I didn't know it was national news... Well, thanks for that, anyway! If this got an Associated United Press headlines we'd be snowed with reporters, and that we don't need right now... Yeah, still running wild and furious, but no more girls..." Mark laughed. "I can imagine with that lurid rag you represent... Listen, why don't you come up? Bring Carol with you. You guys can stay with us. Jean needs someone like Carol right now... Oh, anytime... tomorrow if you can make it! Good... just as soon as you can, then... Right we'll be looking for you, buddy... right, 'till you get here... Bye." He cradled the phone, stood and wasted toward her, a pleased smile lightning his handsome face. "Good old Steve," he said, reaching out to slip an arm around her waist and walk her back toward the stove. "Some guy up here from L.A. on a fishing trip told him about the pack and Annie Purcell's rape. So that expose magazine he works for is ready to send him up. He and Carol will be here in a day or so to spend some time with us. Sound good?" "Great," Jean smilingly replied. "Lord, it seems as if we haven't seen them in years, instead of months." "It does at that, Baby," Mark said, dropping heavily into the booth once more. "Maybe that's what we both need... old friends to put our minds straight, eh?" Jean continued to smile toward him, an excited sensation of warmth abruptly filling her at the thought of Carol... of Steve coming. She crossed to the booth and bent down, cupping his face in her hands to kiss. "How would you like your eggs, master?" she whispered, the first plans of a wonderful, indulgent evening with this man, her husband, before their guests arrived, trickling through her mind. "Burned." "Sunnyside or flipped?" "However you burn them best, Baby," he teased, slipping a hand inside her robe to cup the full resilience of one hanging breast. "You devil!" she hissed. "Don't you want to eat?" "What else do you think I'm searching for?" he managed, his big hand gently caressing the rounded, soft mound, erotically taunting its tiny nipple. Jean gasped to his warm fondling touch, further delights building in her mind. "Tonight," she softly suggested. "A beautiful evening together... and you manage that mister deputy sheriff... an evening of love with your wife?" Mark couldn't restrain his harsh breathing. He grabbed her and kissed her. "Like all the Caesars in the world couldn't stop me, Baby!" he vowed, his big hands caressing the smooth skin of her pretty face. "And your eggs, Darling?" "Lay them! Lay them and I'll eat 'em raw!" Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 7 At school Annie Purcell's classmates had begun to look at her as if she were some sort of freak. Sympathy had quickly given way to coarse mutterings and lurid stares, shocking the pretty teenager at first, but not for long. Several times she caught so-called girl friends gaping disparagingly at her, while boys ogled after her with snickering little laughs, vulgar whisperings passing amongst them. What was it Birt Smith, a boy who had been trying to date her for months, had said: "Oh, to be a dog!" It amazed Annie that she was being veritably ostracized, yet simultaneously, it fascinated her in the realization that she welcomed her banishment from their junior league! Since her incredible sexual ravishment by the mind-shattering Caesar, nothing had been the same for her. She was no longer that child-like teenager the powerful dog had chosen to assault and rape, and well did she know it. Once the traumatic effects had passed, she'd been left with only the acute awareness of mental and physical changes, especially within the intimate female of her young, awakened body. Constantly, she relived every vivid moment of his fierce ravishment, and the uncontrollable manner in which she had finally given herself to him in wild, abandoned passion! More than just the natural secrets of life had flowered open to her that unbelievable night, the chestnut-haired young teenager realized. The bursting, impalement of his huge, hard animal-penis slithering up into the virginal core of her naked young loins had kindled a ravenous, burning hunger and left it smoldering there in her craving belly, ending her adolescent stage forever! She thought of that now as she sat on the couch with one shapely white leg folded beneath her, staring idly at the TV and sipping on one of her uncle's beers. She would never have cried rape either, she remembered, if Fred Clark hadn't happened along when she was trying to stumble home completely naked. God, what else could she say but the truth? Again, she drank lightly from the bottle and smiled to herself, thinking of the way the old geezer had lecherously gaped at her, then tried to put his arms around her and fondle her young curves as if to comfort her. Sex, the delicious ingredient that made life worth living for the young and old alike, she mused, delighted with the pleasant feelings filling her. The beer had added to them and Uncle Link didn't mind her snitching one now and then as long as she didn't over-do it, though she couldn't help but wonder how he'd feel about the marijuana joint she had just smoked. He shouldn't really mind that either, seeing that he was Crescent Valley's sole supplier... another fact she'd forced herself to face these past two days. She keenly surveyed the thinning cloud of sweet-smelling, bluish smoke, her vision seemingly accentuated as she watched it curling outward through the screens of the window and opened front-door. It was a comparatively new experience for her, only the last two days, and simple enough to come by at school. Leo Vincent had hesitated to sell it to her because of Uncle Link, but once she'd resorted to a bit of seductive charm, the pimply-faced character had been ready to do a Sir Walter Raleigh for her. God, just the sight of him nauseated her... but she'd gotten what she wanted, and that was the way of this world, wasn't it? What was that saying... "A dog eat dog existence?" Appropriate, to say the least, she tittered to herself, stretching out her naked, shapely white legs before her, their small feet raised from the floor with barefooted toes curling back toward her. She felt the tautening muscles and cords in her firm, rounded thighs tingling excitingly in their agitating strain of her loins and smooth little belly. A tiny tremor rippled upward to trace along her spine, suggestively inspiring lustful thoughts and anemones. God, she thought, if only there was some way she could entice him back once more... at least, once more! The crazy-wild sensations he'd sent screaming through her! And when she'd cum with his great animal cock up inside her pussy... oh wow! Her finger was nothing in comparison! She couldn't help but wonder if a boy, or man could make her cum like that! It was as if she'd exploded inside, she graphically remembered! The very earth had trembled! Was it like that with the man you fell in love with... or any man, at all? She brushed her small hand over the snug, sleeve-like leg of her knitted hot-pants, noting the way they provocatively clung to the outline of her full white thighs and sensuous little hump of her vaginal lips. Even with panties, she heatedly discerned, they clung there, visually emphasizing the puffy crease between her legs. Now, what sharp little male mind could have devised these teasers... or had it been a female... a lesbian perhaps, she thought, intrigued with her own new sensually awakened world? God, how could girls give themselves to other girls when there were boys... men... dogs, such as Caesar? God, she was hot again! Again? Still, was more like it... and there came Uncle Link's car swinging into the driveway... the end of a perfect Saturday morning. Nell was gone, and there was housework to be done. She should fix him some lunch. He must be tired after all night... and his bleached, ex-bed-partner had hightailed it, a move Annie couldn't blame her for after seeing her face. Oddly enough, she didn't seem to mind the older woman's leaving. In fact, she was pleased that she was gone. Neither of them needed her... not anymore. Before... B.C... before Caesar, Annie mused, smiling to herself at her clever parallel, she'd felt the want of the woman's presence as some sort of fortifying buffer against her uncle's overwhelming maleness. But not any longer. A new and intriguing world had been opened to her... and she was capable of looking after herself now, as well as Uncle Link! * * * Link Morgan partially staggered into the kitchen of his frame-house on Cypress Street shortly after noon. In his gruff mind he was well aware of his drunkeness, as well as the dull, throbbing ache at his heavy loins. Lydia Newell, the young bitch, had done nothing but add to the latter. She was some sort of cock-tease all right, he reflected, jerking open the refrigerator door to search for a beer. He preferred liquor, but knew he didn't have a drop in the house. A stubby brown bottle, capped and cold, caught his eye and he extracted it. The little cunt... if only she wasn't Newell's daughter! He'd have fucked her for sure... sitting there in her daddy's chair with her legs teasingly spread and no panties... nothing but black-haired young cunt nakedly winking at him! She knew... she knew all right, the little bitch... with her tight young pussy glaring at him... knowing he dare not make that mistake! Christ, his cock felt like a swollen lead-hammer! The little pricktease... but she had an idea, didn't she... and she wanted Mark Blakely's balls... that was something... if they could pull it off! The kitchen door swung toward him and his niece, Annie, entered carrying an empty plate and beer-bottle. Link stared at her in the tightly clinging hot-pants, their patterned black brevity revealing the beginning swell of curved white flesh to her smooth young buttocks when she crossed in front of him. His eyes jerked upward to the wispy little halter that was barely containing her firm, full breasts, and she smiled at him, tossing her chestnut-hair back, the movement causing the youthful, ripe mounds to gently ripple. "Hi, Uncle Link... I saw you drive in," she said, placing the dish and bottle in the sink. "Hope you don't mind my drinking one of your beers?" "O-One now and then won't hurt you," he said, with thickened tongue. "Are you hungry? Can I get you some lunch... or breakfast?" He stared at the tempting white columns of her teenaged legs, their full roundness of thigh, the satin-like, tapering shapliness of their youth as they swept downward curvaceously into slender ankles. She was barefooted, her toes glinting with pearlish nail-polish. His red-rimmed eyes razed back upward over her, hungrily dwelling on the curved arch of her ovalled young buttocks inside their skin-tight, contrasting hot pants, and the way they nuzzled tightly into the crotch below her flat teenaged belly. The big man swallowed drily, his eyes gaping at the naked smooth flesh whitely separating the two black garments, and again as they raised to the lushness of her thrusting, girlish breasts, their tiny pebble-like nipples embossed against the flimsy material hiding them from him! "Can... can I get you something, Uncle Link?" Annie repeated, her voice momentarily catching. The big man licked at his lips, then grinned at her. "You can open this beer, Baby," he said, and then when she came close enough, he reached out to encircle his powerful arm around her slender waist. A little gasp of surprise escaped Annie as he effortlessly snuggled her against him, his great shock of white hair and unshaven face roughly grazing the soft flesh of her left arm, while his big hand spread hotly across her naked midriff. "You're a sweet little girl, Baby," he hissed, "a... a sweet little girl to your Uncle Link..." "I-I try to be," she heard herself say, hardly aware that she was even speaking. The feel of his male closeness and his hot, rough hand on her sensitive exposed skin flashing an unexpected sensation to her brain. It... it had to be the pot and beer, she reasoned, forcing a little laugh. "Better let me go if you want this beer opened..." "To hell with that!" he choked, taking it from her and setting it on the table? "I don't need it as much as I need you, baby girl! Yeah... old Uncle Link needs you bad right now, Annie doll... and you know what I mean, don't you? You've had it... Caesar, I mean, the goddamned dog! I... I won't hurt you as much as he did, Baby! I swear it... I won't hurt you at all!" Annie sensed every muscle in her tender young body grow tense! It... it had finally happened... the very dreaded moment she'd feared so long, yet chose to ignore! Nell Carter's presence had given her a feeling of safety... but Nell was gone! She had nothing but her own ingenuity... and that was little short of a drug-weakened joke! "Pl-Please, Uncle Link... let me open your beer?" "Piss on the beer, little girl!" he vulgarly replied, holding tightly to her as he stumbled onto his feet, then swept her up bodily inside his strong arms. Her naked legs futilely kicked when he clutched one rounded young breast inside the palm and grasping fingers of his huge hand, the other wrapping around the smooth flesh of her thigh until one long, thick finger brushed at the outlined little slit her snug hot-pants emphasized between her legs. "After six years, I deserve more than that, Annie baby... more than that!" He started to walk with her, moving through the house toward his bedroom, she wildly realized, as she squirmed and flailed helplessly inside the tight grip of his powerful arms and hands. "It ain't as if you've never been fucked before, girl!" he drunkenly blurted, his voice anything but harsh. "I ain't going to hurt you, Baby, I promise!" "Oh God no... please, Uncle Link... please?" Annie begged, his use of the four-letter work sensually knifing up between her legs with a strange fiery excitement. She had never heard it used before with such definite meaning... in fact, she wasn't certain she'd ever heard it actually spoken! "Please... please don't... my God, think of Mama!" Link threw her onto his bed and glared drunkenly down at her. "You little bitch! Damnit, don't ever say anything like that to me again, you hear?" he snarled. "Don't ever mention your mama! This is between you and me! Goddamn, Annie girl... I need you! Your Uncle Link needs you right now! I ain't going to hurt you, I said! You got to trust me... and I promise, I'll make it good for you... real good! You got to trust me, Baby! You understand... do you? Well, do you?" "Oh... oh, Uncle Link... I'm afraid! We shouldn't... you know we shouldn't!" Annie gasped, an uncontrollable tremor of excitement quaking her voice as she began to cry, tears dampening her teenaged cheeks. Link dropped down beside her, hungrily clutching her youthful curves tightly against him. He smothered her with his massive body, kissing her face and throat while he raked his huge hands over her, lustfully discovering the firm young curves of her ripe, teenaged body as she began to whimper and moan beneath him. "Christ!" he swore, as suddenly she groaned aloud and seemed to melt up against him, her small hands clutching at his back, her tiny, sweet-tasting tongue darting into his mouth! His own coarsely groaning sounds filled the room as hungrily, he sucked at her little-girl tongue while his fumbling big hands began to pull at the brief pieces of clothing covering her. "No! No wait... don't tear them!" Annie managed, withdrawing her tongue and pressing her hands against his chest. "I-If you're really going to do it to me... let me take them off! They're the only hot-pants I've got." "Jesus Christ!" Link choked, finally rolling off of her, the fearful little smile she was offering him about to drive him ape! Then, when she was free to get up, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips first, abruptly hopping from the bed like an imp... but a more ravishing imp... than he'd always thought of her as being. "Listen, my little girl... I'll buy all the goddamned hot-pants, or anything else you can come up with! You hear me, Baby? You do this for your Uncle Link, empty his balls good, and he'll take care of you! Anything you want, just ask... that's all!" Annie stood beside the bed looking down at him, the excited, frightened smile on her pretty young face unrestrainably founded on the wildly growing sexual sensations permeating her whole trembling young body. It had to be the pot and beer, she realized, that on top of the sensual awakening that the dog Caesar, had unleashed within her! She wanted to know... had to know... and yes, she owed him something... even this, she defensively acquiesced, reaching up behind her back to remove her halter. "You better take those clothes off now," she whisperingly suggested, as she slowly removed the halter to expose her young, full breasts to him. "You might not get another chance... and then, you'll miss the boat." "Christ... I'll be a... goddamn!" Link mumbled, his eyes faxed on the tantalizingly revealed charms of his own niece as she slowly, deliberately, he drunkenly reasoned, slipped out of the tiny halter, the full, rounded mounds of her thrusting young breasts presented nakedly to him. He struggled from the bed, never taking his eyes away from her as he pulled at his clothing! He still couldn't believe it, that he was getting her to strip down naked without a screaming struggle... and all the time, she'd been right there at his fingertips! Fuck, he was going to flip, all right he concluded as he watched her wriggle out of her flimsy hot-pants and tiny nylon panties, his blurred- eyes struggling to focus on the voluptuous curves of her naked teenaged body, plus the anxious little smile she was unintentionally taunting him with. "Well come on, Uncle!" Annie tremulously urged, squirming her nakedness down onto the bed and refusing to acknowledge any of the condemning thoughts that were trying to reach her now desire-inflamed mind. She wanted to know... had to know if it could be the same! Feverish ripples of lewdly rising desire tormented her. She stretched out nakedly on the bed to stare at him shedding his clothes, focusing her young eyes on the final unveiling of his hair-covered loins and gasping hesitantly at the sight! Dear God! He was massive! His... his cock... it must be as big as Caesar's! She gaped at it, cringing reflexively at its huge length and thickness! She couldn't take her eyes from the obscene spectacle! His heavy balls hung between his legs like some monster, waggling as he moved nakedly toward the bed to her! "Don't hurt me... please don't hurt me, Uncle Link!" she whimpered as he lowered his solid weight down beside her, causing the bed to sag and forcing her to slide against the hot, hairy hardness of his muscular body. "Oh... please?" Link took her inside his powerful arms, his breathing coming raspingly from his lungs at the sensorial delight of her tender, yielding nakedness trembling hotly against him, her last pleas unheard. Instead, he smashed his thick tongue between her girlish lips into her warm mouth, his one huge hand raking over the soft, resilient mounds of her young breasts. Greedily, they clutched and kneaded, rolling and pinching their tiny, hardened nipples, raising little gasps to escape her around his thrusting tongue. Annie moaned helplessly within the imprisonment of his confining arms. His hot, thick tongue bursting into her mouth, the feel of his long, throbbing penis and hairy loins pressuring against the soft flesh of her hips and thigh; then the eager, unrestrained caresses of his big hand on her sensitive teenaged breasts, immediately fired new quickly growing sensations of heated passion to race up between her legs. His coarse hand began grazing down her ribs and side, across her quaking belly, finally reaching the moistened intimacy of her vibrantly flushed vaginal crevice. She tensed, erotically quivering against him as he toyed momentarily in the sparse, silken pubic curls between her legs, then gently with one finger, traced the length of her tightly clenched pussy lips. Downward and back up, his thick finger brushed, gradually easing into the wet, sensitive inner-flesh until it reached her tiny, erect clitoris! He flicked it with the tip of his middle finger and she gasped up into his mouth! He pinched the erect bud and she repeated her shivering gasp! He ran his finger back down through the tingling, liquid flesh to the small opening of her vaginal channel, and while his tongue began to orally fuck into her mouth, he slipped his long, thick middle finger up into the moistened sheath of her excited cuntal passage! "Oooohhh... ohhhhh Uncleee!" Annie chokingly moaned around his plunging tongue. God! It was... it was going to be everything she had hoped for! His wonderful hand was setting her right off into space! She couldn't even imagine a moral sense of right or wrong! Ooooohhhh... it was super... super, she wildly thought as his long, slowly working middle finger began to smoothly slip in and out of her wet, dilated cunt-channel, a new wave of passionate excitement rippling over her naked, teenaged flesh. Abruptly, his pleasure-bringing finger was easing out of her and he began to move bodily downward away from her. "Oh please, Uncle Link... don't stop now?" Annie disappointedly pleaded. "Stop?" he rasped. "Christ, Baby, I'm just beginning!" He moved back up over her, a lustful animalish grunt escaping him as he began to kiss her young face and throat, shoulders and breasts. Hungrily, he squeezed the full supple mounds to cone-shaped points, ravenously sucking their hardened little nipples into his mouth. While she groaned incessantly, he again moved down over her, burying his face in the soft, easily giving flesh of her smooth young belly. His wet tongue laved hotly into her tiny navel, sweeping hotly over the satin- like surrounding flesh! And then, he was lying down between her full, quavering thighs that he had spread wide apart for himself! He lay flat on his stomach, his mouth only inches above her tight, pink vaginal crevice. He gaped up between her erectly throbbing breasts to see her intensively excited young face looking down at him. "Oh, Uncle Link... L-lick me there!" she breathlessly moaned. "Please... please lick it for me!" Christ, the big lawman thought, his lust-fired brain lecherously reeling at her low guttural pleadings. Shit, he couldn't believe it, his own little niece begging him to eat her cunt... not that he wouldn't whether she consented or not, but it was her wanting his tongue down between her thighs so bad that made his swollen cock throb so achingly beneath him! He ground its long, thick hardness into the give of the mattress and dropped his eyes once more to the intoxicating feast she presented to him. He gaped down at the delicious sight of her youthful loins between her open white thighs so vulnerably exposed to his every whim. The pink dewy flesh of her partially hidden pussy-crevice beneath the wispy soft pubic curls sent a salacious shiver charging up his broad back. He noted where the tight, narrow split started from the base of her flat young belly, slicing erotically downward between her full, rounded thighs to the firm ovals of her white buttocks, the smooth, lush mounds slightly raised and sensuously rotating now, just inches below his hot mouth. Tense and trembling in her drug-whetted desire, Annie felt the coarse palms of his big hands pressing heatedly against her inner thighs, spreading them even wider apart. Her breathing came raspingly from her chest as she waited in burning anticipation... and then it happened! "Ohhhhh... Uncle!" she lurched and groaned as his hot, wet lips closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her hungrily quivering belly. She sensed his damp, taunting kisses along the hair-lined crevice of her electrified cunt... gentle, feverish kisses... until his searing tongue parted her wispy young pubic hair and began to flick snakelike at the sensitively flushed vaginal opening! Every muscle in Annie's voluptuous, teenaged body uncontrollably reacted to the lustfully inciting licking of her opened cunt lips, while choking moans of delight gurgled passionately up from the depths of her throat. Intense shocks of sensual flame were wildly setting her whole young body aglow. Consciously, then, she smoothed her small hands over the ripe mounds of her palpitating breasts, stroking downward over the smooth skin of her belly, finally bringing them to rest on either side of her feverishly sucking cunt-lips. She could hear her uncle's panting gasps and feel his hot breath against her silken pussy-hair. Slowly and deliberately, she spread the fleshy, hair-lined cunt lips open to him with slender fingers, her soft hands grazing his cheeks as he groaned and drew his hot, moistened tongue up through the exposed, sensitive pink flesh. Link Morgan's lecherous brain reveled in its lust. He raised his head and gaped down at the ragged, pink-edged lips his young niece held open for him, its wet, jeweled delicacy completely exposed to the ravenous gleam of his incestuous eyes. Avidly, he absorbed the loin-throbbing sight, noting particularly that the single sign of her virginity was gone and remembering why. Hot spasms of satyrical desire convulsed through him and again, he ground his aching cock feverishly into the bedding beneath him. Goddamn!" he hoarsely cursed. "Oh please, Uncle Link... don't stop... do it for me? I-It feels so wonderful! Please... lick it... lick it for me with your tongue?" he heard his impassioned niece beg in a quivering whisper. Christ, he didn't know whether he could stand it or not! He might wind up with a goddamned heart attack! He stared at her finger spread little pussy crevice glistening moistly with its viscid wetness of arousal that he had unleashed inside her. Her tight little cunt mouth was actually twitching as she squirmed her luscious, youthful loins up teasingly at his face as he drank in its soft, fleece lined smoothness! Then suddenly, he dropped his head, plunging the full length of his hot, lecherous tongue deep up into the clutching warm depths of her seething young vaginal passage! Gasping and writhing, Annie moaned out her sensual elation. "Oooohhh Goddddd! Y-Yess... yessss! Do it to me! Lick it, Uncle Link! Oooohhhh... it feels so good... so goodddd!" Link felt her small hands clutch at his head, her fingers wound tightly in his hair; she groaned and whimpered, forcefully pulling his face into the opened raw flesh of her young, excited cunt. He sensed the toss of her head flailing back and forth as he speared up into the hot, liquid depths of her now ravenously sucking passage. She ground her rounded, curvaceous young hips downward uncontrollably, her buttocks digging into the softness of the mattress, squirming wildly as little animal-like mewlings burst from between her clenched, white teeth. Then, she raised her eager, naked genitals up to him, pressing his face into the thin wet, vertical mouth up between her open thighs, its seething vaginal walls opening and closing in a voracious swallowing of his rhythmically thrusting tongue, pulling at it in a greedy starving-like manner that he could hardly believe! Fuck, he was going to crack up sure as hell! Never in his life had he ever imagined anything to equal this... or the aching throb of his iron- hard cock! Lydia Newell, that deputy sheriff Blakely's wife, none of their smooth cunts, he bet, could match the little girl tightness of her hot, wriggling little hole! His own baby Annie... a fire-filled young hot box... Christ, had the goddamned dog done this to her? Well... if it had, more power to the sonofabitch! He'd awakened for old Uncle Link that luscious little hole up between her legs that he would never give up! And to think this was only the beginning! He couldn't help but imagine all the things he was going to do to her! He'd teach her to suck his cock... if she didn't already know, and he'd fuck her up inside her beautiful, rounded young asshole! She'd sleep with him from now on, and he'd buy her little things to keep her happy! He raised his eyes to drunkenly fix on her lust-contorted young face, her head still flailing slowly at a set, rhythmic pace as her fingers clutched tighter in his hair. Christ, she couldn't wait, she was trying to force his mouth tighter to the small, ovalled entrance of her pussy. His big hands moved upward over the smooth, white flatness of her belly to the rounded, firm mounds of her swollen, teenaged breasts. Harshly they cupped the fleshy resilience, his fingers teasingly rolling their tiny hardened nipples between them, as he glued his ovalled lips to the intricate, passion-drenched little hole and burningly curled his thick, hot tongue up into her! She half-wailed, at the same time caressing his cheeks with her tiny hands flitting from his hair to his face and back, her young brain ready to burst in its ecstasy! Suddenly, she felt his hands under the backs of her knees and he was lifting her legs, forcing them up and back until her knees flattened her fire-filled, young breasts. His rough fingers pressed behind them, lifting her now completely vulnerable loins to his hungrily swirling tongue and mouth! It was then that she felt the warm wet contact of the hotly searing tip of it flick against her tightly puckered little anus, licking and probing at the sensitive opening to send unbelievable sensations of crazed, insane desire soaring through her trembling, young body! Oh God, she was going mad! Even Caesar, as beautiful as he'd been, had not probed the depths that another human could... or had he? God, at that moment, she didn't know! How could she compare? She had to have her Uncle's cock inside her! Maybe then she'd know... with that long, thick length of hardness filling her belly as Caesar's had! "Oh... oh Uncle Link... now... please... please do it... climb up between my legs and put it into me," she heard herself beg. "Now... right now... The desire-crazed police chief raised his head and stared up at her young, closed-eyed face. "What?" he questioned in a choking voice. "What is it you want, Baby? Speak up! Tell your Uncle Link exactly so he'll know how to please you! Tell him, Baby... tell him!" "Oh... fuck me, Uncle Link! Fuck me with your big cock!" Annie lewdly gasped, wanting to say it and knowing that was what he wanted to hear! "Yes... oh God... now! Fuck me with your beautiful big cock!" He didn't hesitate. She heard him grunt like an animal as he moved upward over her, his knees pressing against her inner thighs and spreading them wider apart. And then, he hung above her with posted arms, cradled between her spread legs, his long, thick cock hanging down not an inch from her hungrily throbbing young pussy-mouth. "Reach down and put it in!" he ordered, his breath washing hotly over her. "Come on, do it! Take my cock and put it in your pussy!" She mewled like a small kitten as her hands reached down to grasp it; then, Link sensed the quickening of her breathing as her hot, little fingers curled around it. "O-Oh... Uncle Link... it's huge... bigger than his... Caesar's, I think! I-I'm not sure that I can! I'm not that big, Uncle Link!" Link didn't wait for her to dwell on the subject. He was too filled with his own lust to toy with words. Instead, he bent to kiss her, and at the same time, grasped the length of his cock to tease the tip with up and down motions in the viscid hot flesh, until he was satisfied that her pubic hair was spread and its huge bulbous head was implanted slightly in the tight oval of her small cuntal mouth. "It might hurt a bit at first, Baby, but you just hang-tight! Dig your fingernails into Uncle Link... anything... and then it'll be fucking good!" he lewdly advised, his use of the forbidden word again inspiring wild sensations inside her. Had he moved slowly, pressured gently at first into the tight, young split between her legs, there might have been time for her to know the split-second agony of his stretching entry, but he didn't. The big, drunken man was too overwhelmed with the raging want of his fired-up sexual need! He had to bury his huge cock inside her young, teenaged belly, smother it in the hot, slippery little hop that had left a fresh, sweet-tasting nectar on his lecherous tongue. "N-Not too fast, Uncle... please!" she started, her voice increasing into a rising wail as he sent the huge, hot length worming into her with a gushing charge. "Oh... ooohhh!" she cried out helplessly beneath him, gouging her nails into the solid flesh of his arms with the pain as his massive hardness soared deeply up into her tight young belly! "Oh God! Y-You've ripped me... you have! You have!" Link knew different! He laughed because he knew, not meaning to be cruel, but only because he was aware that her tight young cunt would stretch twice as much before it shed a single drop of protesting blood! And as well was he conscious of the fact that she'd shortly be going crazy beneath his long, thickly plunging cock. In the end, they were all alike, young and older... omnivorous, insatiable cunts designed solely to devour up and suck dry the cocks of man! Had she been able to, Annie would have fought him, squirmed away or spewed the massive length of his long, heavy rod of hardness from her agonized, cock stuffed pussy-hole, but there was absolutely no respite! She was totally defenseless beneath him, her flailing legs widespread, the tight young core of her loins penetrated to the fullest with his great, throbbing penis. Tears streamed down her cheeks with the expanding pain between her legs as she realized that nothing she could say would stop him! More animalish than Caesar, he began to fuck in and out of her, still resting above on his pillar-like arms, his massive loins working lewdly to send his huge, impaling cock deep up into the inhumanely stretched channel of her open young cunt. She felt his massive, sperm-filled balls smacking flatly up between the wide-spread cheeks of her buttocks, beating down against her tiny naked anus with lewd, rhythmic strokes that seemed to instigate incredible sensations of masochistic delight up her spine. Oh God... she'd hate him as long as she lived! The evil, wicked bastard! He wouldn't hurt her... he had promised he wouldn't... he'd promised! And now, one big hand was churning the sensitive, soft flesh of her firm right breast as if it were a handful of marshmallows! Squeezing and kneading it brutally... twisting its tiny nipple and sending... raging lewdly charged excitement roaring through her wide split loins! Oh God... his cock... his painfully beautiful cock! It was reaming and smashing in a maddening cadence in and out of her cunt, suddenly kindling a fire of friction that could only ignite and explode into overwhelming flame before it was finished! "Oooohh... oh Uncle... God yes! Fuck it! Fuck me! Give it to me, Darling!" she groaned and cried in young wanton lewdness, beginning to lift her cock impaled vagina up higher to meet his lengthy, thick hardness, its blood-inflated head gouging into her hot young belly with breathless pain-pleasure! Ohhh God, she blindly reasoned, her whole body was coming alive to the brutal fucking he was giving her! Her own uncle... Uncle Link, fucking her hot cunt... playing and taunting her tits... Licking her pussy! Oooohhh... she'd never be the same! She'd fuck him whenever he wanted... and suck his cock as best she could! Anything... anything! Oooohhh... she was going to... yes, she was going to cum... soon... very soon... cum like a fountain all over his wonderful, beautifully fucking cock buried as deep up inside her! Link realized her closeness and was thankful for it. He was no more than seconds away, himself! The clutching, wet tightness of her almost virginal young cunt was more than he could fight against! Immediately, it'd begun to milk the life from his desperately straining cock, its youthful naivete more than he was yet able to cope with! He could feel the small rhythmic sucking motions at the bloated depths of his balls, the fistlike suction of her grasping vaginal walls hotly and wetly massaging his throbbing cock! Shit... shit he was going to cum! "Oooohhhh... nowwww... give it to meeee... pleaseeeee! I... I'm cuumminngggg!" Annie wailed, throwing her tender, teenaged loins up onto his swelling cock, then wrapping her legs wildly up around his driving buttocks to cling tightly to him as with her internal pussy muscles she drew his long, thickly hardened length into the very sanctuary of her burning belly! Link sensed the eruption inside her when her desperately clutching body began to wildly convulse beneath him, her hot, tight cunt channel, nibbling and clutching like a scalding, liquid hand around the jerking, blood-engorged flesh of his swollen cock! Gushes of her warm, viscid orgasmic fluids spilled over his heavily aching penis, smoothing the way even more so into her young, heaving belly. It blew up for him then, too! He sensed it, his needle-like stream of hotly racing sperm roaring along the long full length of his pumping hardness... and then it was squirting into her with Dreamlike jets of mind-shattering lust! Once mores Annie groaned out her physical ecstasy as the flooding heat of her uncle's burning white sum spewed endlessly into her now forever stretched runt and belly, its unending liquid flow filling her intestines to the brim. She could feel the huge hardness of his pulsating cock-head deep in the very heart of her, pumping out its wetly cascading sperm, and at that moment, nothing else in the world mattered... only that she milk out from it with her hungrily working vaginal muscles its very last drop! Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 8 Mark awakened with a smile late in the afternoon and warmly kissed his young bride. Enthused emotions of hope tremored inside Jean; she knew that he'd remembered and was looking forward to their planned evening of love. She toyed playfully with him for a few moments, her confidence growing, then left against his begging pleas, knowing he was in a state of hardness beneath the sheet. She didn't want anything to spoil their coming night of pleasure. She went to the kitchen to fix him a bite, while he finally made his presence known in the shower with a badly off-key baritone. Shortly, they ate together, exchanged expressions, words and kisses at the door before he left to 'check on things'. Two hours later, while she busied herself with personal chores and tried not to think of Caesar, he was back, and that was when her anxiously planned evening began. It was after eight when they finished the scrumptious dinner she had prepared, more than just a little pleased that it had all turned out so well. The way to a man's heart and all that, she thought, as Mark gayly helped her with the dishes. He was slightly tight from the martinis and wine, she knew, and just the way she wanted him. As a matter of fact, she wasn't feeling any pain either. After, she led him into the living room, turned on the tape recorder with a strip of some of their personal romantic favorites, then poured them both coffee and brandy. They snuggled up on the couch, his arm around her, his hand brushing incitingly against her breast in the manner of their intimate courting moments, that very intriguing gesture doing more to fire her than anything he could have ever imagined. And how badly she needed that with him now, after last night and her secret lover. "Mmmmmm... what a handsome man you are, Mark Blakely," she whispered, lifting her hand to his cheek and holding his face so that she could kiss his lips. "And, I'm going to ravish you now, before you suddenly get sleepy on me and change my opinion." Mark laughed, his happiness reflected in his voice. "That might not be a bad idea, Angel, along with the music, the liquor... I think I need something erotically stimulating." Again, Jean kissed him, caressing his face with her soft smooth hands, while simultaneously her pleasure-scheming mind worked. She wanted this night to be so right, so full! It was necessary that they intimately reached one another! It had to be tonight... it had to be, especially after the last frustrating time! "Darling, this is going to be the most wonderful night we've ever spent together!" she whisperingly exclaimed into his face. No inhibitions! Just love, Mark darling... love anyway you want it!" His eyes opened and his brow wrinkled as he kissed her. Her words churned lightly in his mind... but the more they churned, the deeper meaning they seemed to take on. Finally, he said: "Inhibitions... anyway I want it? What do you mean, Baby? Do we... either of us have some hang-ups I'm not up with?" There was only one other way of doing it... and that was oral sex! Christ, could she possible mean that? A lusty shiver shot through him at just the thought, any drowsiness he might have known leaving him as if he'd suddenly been doused with ice-water. He slipped his arms around her and drew her tightly against him, passionately kissing her. "No answers win you get from me, Lover," she half-smilingly whispered, illusively slipping from his arms to stand. "I'm going into bed now. I'm going to shower and fix myself all pretty for you. You can come along in ten-minutes. Use some nice smelling delights for your Jeannie after your shower... all over, Darling... all over!" Mark watched her trip lightly off down the hall, just the sound of her suggestive voice making his cock hammer, to say nothing of what she'd said! With a nervous hand, he lighted a cigarette, then sipped at his cooling coffee-royal while familiar music droaned into his head. The phone rang and he answered it. It was the sentry he'd placed in charge for the night, asking an unimportant question. If something should happen with the pack, or that Caesar-bastard, should he call Chief Morgan or him? "Christ, call both of us! And call as quick as you can!" Mark had snapped, finally returning to drop onto the davenport and trying to pick up his more infusing thoughts. As they passed back through his mind, Mark realized that he was way out in left-field. Of course, she meant nothing like that. What his little darling was looking for, and more than entitled to, was fulfillment from him. She wanted to cum when they fucked! That simple... nothing more... and he just better do it! "Come on, Baby!" her voice carried down the hallway. "Hurry... your kitten is waiting!" * * * She'd prepared everything, Mark thought as he walked from the bath into the bedroom. The light was even shadowed. She lay on the bed in the green, shortie see-through he had given her, her curvaceous white body enticingly revealed beneath its gossamery film. He swallowed tightly, the intoxicating sight of her and knowing that she was waiting for him alone lustfully exciting him. He wore only his shorts, but knew they had to be swollen out in front without looking down. "I thought you'd never come," she teased in a whisper. "Wild horses couldn't keep me," he answered, noting the bottle of scotch and two glasses on his bedside table. He lowered himself to the bed in a sitting position, then leaned back to gently kiss her. "What was the phone call?" "Nothing... nothing important." "Good... come down here and make love to me," she softly hissed. Christ! Christ, he thought, scanning his eyes over the delectable loveliness of her offered, naked body... suddenly wondering what it was that kept wiring that feeling of unnatural tightness through him! "Mmmm... you taste so nice, Mr. Blakely. And you smell just gorgeous..." "Men shouldn't smell gorgeous... didn't you know?" he answered, kissing her and smoothing his hand upward over her full, firm breast beneath the nightie. "Women like you, smell gorgeous... men smell like animals." 'Then, I like your animal-smell tonight, Darling," she whispered, abruptly kissing him with passion, her little wet tongue searching into his mouth and immediately fanning his kindling desire. Mark slipped his arms around her, drawing her tightly to him in their open-mouthed kiss and pressing his swollen cock tightly against her soft, equally responding loins. "I love you!" he said with fervent meaning. "I know... because I love you!" she vehemently replied. "Now, I'm going to prove it to you!" he hissed in the vein of their past love-talk. "You're what?" she whispered sensually, her sweet breath in his face. "You mean.. you're going to fuck me?" Mark could only pull back his head and stare at her, the sound of the word from her innocent young lips an unbelievable phenomenon! "Did... did I hear right?" he half choked. "That you were going to fuck me, you mean?" "Christ almighty! Yes! Yes... I'm going to fuck you baby!" "Oh God, I want you to... Darling!" "I'm going to shove my aching cock right up into the tight, fuzzy little hole of your cunt!" he lewdly blurted. "Yes... oh yes, l want you too... fuck me in my hot little cunt-hole, darling, with your great big beautifully hard cock!" Mark couldn't believe it! Something had happened and he didn't know or care, what! He clutched her to him and rasped, "Oh baby, you beautiful, lovely girl! I love you... Christ, I do! My own little Jeannie!" "Mark... darling!" she whimpered, returning his kisses and squirming against him. "Let's take everything off now and do it... fuck... make love... fuck, fuck, fuck!" * * * The light trickling from the open window meant nothing more to Caesar than the presence of humans... especially the female with the long golden hair. This was her place, the confinement where he first knew her. She would be there, on the sleeping thing, waiting for him to come and mate with her. He moved noiselessly to the opened window, his sensitive ears keenly apprised of the night's every sound. Carefully, he listened to the soft vibrations of human-voices, recognizing those of his female with the golden hair. There was another of deeper quality, a male-human, he readily knew, and alternately they came to him in soft sibilances of affection! An instinctively bitter response charged through the massive animal and heedlessly, he raised onto his hind-legs, forepaws resting on the sill, his burning amber-eyes quickly surveying the lighted room and its inhabitants. He saw her soft, uncovered whiteness lying prone on the sleeping place, her long, female legs spread wide for the unclothed male-human who lay on top of her between them! Their vocal sighs and heavy human breathing filled the room, along with the sharp sounds of their squirming, heaving bodies, the male's muscular hips and buttocks rising and falling in a natural rhythm that Caesar intuitively understood! They were mating in the human fashion! Fierce resentment and jealousy filled the huge German Shepherd as briefly he watched their urgent rutting movements, the piquant smell of their moistly connecting genitals reaching his acute nostrils and causing him to slowly bare his fangs! Eagerly, Jean had thrown herself into the lustful mood of their love- making, provocatively using every sensual means at her command to fire her young, handsome husband, and in the doing, goading her own desperate passion. From the beginning, she'd intended to pull out all stops, and had done exactly that! With aroused wantonness, she had lewdly thrilled in the use of licentious four letter words, whispering them hotly into his ear. Simultaneously she had squirmed and writhed against, and beneath him, erotically thrusting her heated, wet loins upward at his long, thick hardness with salacious little fucking movements that bordered on the obscene. Not that Mark needed such spurring stimulation... it was her own desire she intensively sought to whet to that crucial point of climax... and after last night it had become just that... crucial! Oh God, she loved Mark; it was not a question of that, but of fulfillment by him in the wake of the forbidden pleasure she had known from the dynamic fucking of her secret animal-lover! She had to forget the beautiful beast, and only Mark could do that for her now, here, this very night! She felt his excited breath heating her face and nakedly tingling breasts as he hung above her, his desire-hardened cock slithering deliciously in and out of her hot, moistened cunt. With every in-fuck, she raised her hips and buttocks, her smooth white thighs spread wide to give him complete access to her upthrust vaginal slit. She could feel the erotic sensation of his swollen cock- head mushrooming bigger into the inside of her soft, feverish contracting belly, each searing stroke into her burning cuntal passage carrying her that much higher toward exultation! "Oh Darling... it's heavenly! Your beautiful cock... so big and hard... fucking into my remembering her wild intention of sucking it with her mouth for him! Could she? God, if she could get at it right at that moment she would! But that would deny her seething, wet pussy, a realization she didn't even want to think of! "God!" Mark rasped. "You're too much, Angel... too much! You... you drive me right out of my crazy skull! H-How close are you?" "Oh... oh God, Darling... not yet, please?" Jean anxiously pleaded, her eyes widening and her nails digging solicitously into the tensed muscles of his arms. "I-I couldn't stand it... not this time, Mark darling! I've got to... got to!" "Oh Christ!" he blurted, the raging inferno growing in his cum- bloated balls warning of their near explosion! And then, suddenly, a ferocious growling roar filled the bedroom, causing Mark to reflexively twist half-around in his awkward position, while Jean craned her neck to see the powerful dog whose vicious sound she had instantly recognized! Jesus Christ! It's him, the dog pack leader!" Mark swore, his brain racing while his cock fell almost limp as he stared in amazement at the huge brute that had dared to climb through their opened window! Slowly, the deputy sheriff moved, his eyes unflinchingly fixed on the animal's bared fangs, hardly aware of his deflated cock pulling wetly from his naked young wife's still tightly clenched vagina. "Just don't panic, Jean... Lie perfectly still!" he ordered in a low, level tone, the gold medallion that hung from the beast's throat briefly catching his eye! If he could get to his pistol in the closet, he thought, tensely aware that he would have to move all the way across the room! It meant passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the goddamned brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a crouch, its lips twitchingly drawing back further from the gleaming, wet fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat! If he could get to his pistol in the closet, he thought, tensely aware that he would have to move all the way across the room! It meant passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the goddamned brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a crouch, its lips twitchingly drawing back further from the gleaming, wet fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat! Mark hadn't dared for a single instant to shift his eyes off the vicious animal, but Jean's lack of screaming, or going to pieces was more than he'd ever expected! Thank God for her using her head, he reasoned, taking the first small step! The moment she'd heard his deep-throated growl, Jean's heart had begun to pound, an inconceivable sensation of unfaithfulness filling her, as if the beautiful animal had caught her committing adultery with another! She had started to speak, but held back at Mark's command, her brain beginning to frantically race! "Wh-What're you going to do, Mark?" she tremulously whispered, rising up in the bed to stare at both of them... her vulnerably naked husband and the massive dog whose burning eyes and powerful teeth reminded her that he could tear Mark to pieces! "Mark, please! What?" "Shhh, Baby... don't get panicky," he managed, his voice unwavering. "I'm going to get my gun..." "No! No!" she cried, reaching out for him, and as Mark shook her off, Caesar leaped! The powerful dog was on top of Mark before he realized it, his animal-weight driving her naked husband backwards to stumble and go down onto his back with a crashing force, the snarling Caesar's great jaws moving toward his throat! Stunned, it was seconds before Mark could raise his arms to defend himself, precious lost seconds that would have made it too late, had not she cried out! "Caesar! Stop! Stop!" Jean commanded, leaping from the bed to wrap her naked arms tightly around the huge dog's neck, and pull. "Stop it, you hear! Stop, Caesar... now... now!" Mark had regained his senses enough to gape in amazement at what was taking place before him. He saw his curvaceously naked young bride clinging unafraid to the powerful neck of the ferocious brute, and more amazing, the wild dog permitting it! Christ! He started to move, then thought better of it as the big animal tensed once more, quickly flashing his fangs in warning! "Don't, Mark... don't make one move!" Jean pleaded, stroking the great head of the mighty beast. "I-I'm not sure that I can stop him again... "J-Jesus Christ... I don't get this, Jean!" he choked out, his eyes rounded with incredulity. 'How... why... what the hell is going on?" "I-It's me, Mark... that's why he's come... and he's jealous!" Jean exclaimed, determined now to tell everything. "H-He was here last night, too!" "He what?" "Please Darling, listen to me... please!" she begged, continuing to stroke Caesar's huge head while her naked, prostrate husband stared with awe. "Later, I'll tell you the whole story, but last night he saved me from being gang raped by three boys..." "From being what? How? Where?" "Please, Mark! Listen to me! It's true, he... Caesar, drove them off! Then... then, he made love to me!" Again, at the utterly preposterous revelation, Mark started to get up, but quickly thought better of it when Caesar tensed and menacingly growled before him. "Am... am I losing my goddamned mind entirely, Jean? D-Did I hear you right?" "Yes, Mark, you heard me right," his naked young wife quickly answered. "And that's why he came back tonight. He wants to make love to me again! " "J-Jesus Christ! You keep him occupied while I get my gun!" the deputy sheriff swore. "We'll put an end to the raping bastard's!" "No, Mark! No!" lean vehemently cut him short. "I'm not going to let you hurt him... or him hurt you! I-I love you both too much!" "Us both?" Mark choked. "Goddamnit, Jean... do you know what you're saying? You're talking about a wild killer dog!" "I don't care what he is! He's beautiful and... and he loves me too!" she half-cried, hugging him tightly against the naked mound of one full, rounded breast, his furry coat brushing its tiny nipple into an obvious pink hardness. Mark couldn't believe it, not even when he saw Jean slowly get to her feet and walk defiantly to the bed, her beautiful blue-eyes in a near glassy state as she crawled onto it and kneeled down on all-fours. She looked back with her long blonde hair streaming down over her smooth shoulders, her lushly hanging breasts swaying and rippling as she lewdly positioned herself with the ovalled moons of her rounded white buttocks raised high, her full shapely thighs spread wide. "Now, you'll see for yourself, Mark... and I'm not ashamed!" Jean unyieldingly defended. "And please, don't try to stop or hurt him. If you do, I won't be able to help, Darling. He has a mind of his own!" "H-Holy Christ!" Mark astonishedly swore, never in his life feeling so hopelessly inadequate. He stared at the breathlessly erotic sight of his naked young wife's voluptuous body in its obscenely kneeling position, then heard the vicious dog whimper from where he stood beside the bed. It wasn't going to happen... couldn't! It was impossible! "Come Caesar, up, Darling!" Jean gasped, lustfully reaching behind to teasingly stroke the soft, rippling flesh of one white rounded buttock. "Now, Baby, do it to Jean... Like you did last night, Darling!" Mark watched, open-mouthed as Caesar bounced up onto the bed and moved behind Jean, in between her wide-spread legs and thighs. He heard the beast eagerly whimper once more, then saw him sniff and lash out with his long, wet tongue, ravenously lapping over the entire area of her nakedly exposed genital crevice! It stroked from the recessed little hole of her puckered anus, down beneath the flushed pink edges of her full wet runt. Even to the base of the wispy golden curls it reached, penetrating there to moistly flick down against her tiny clitoris. Wildly, then his young wife began to moan as again and again, the brute repeated the act, his long, thick tongue savagely knifing through her soft, sensitive vaginal slit, spreading her open in the tenderest parts until she began to twitch and jerk, while he, her own husband, watched in helpless captivation. Christ, he wasn't going to try and explain it to himself! It was utterly impossible, but there it was, taking place right before his very eyes, and she unashamedly knowing that he was watching as she salaciously gave herself sexually to the wild, killer-dog! God almighty, what was she trying to prove... that she was just a wanton bitch... gasping aloud now as Caesar drew his hot, feral tongue up through the entire length of her hungrily pulsating cuntal-crevice? Then, she closed her eyes and was inching her knees farther apart on the mattress to open the inner liquid flesh even wider to him! Spellbound, Mark watched the glistening animal-tongue thrust into the moist, hair-lined little slit, flicking at the hotly quivering mouth of her tight vagina, ravishing her excited young genitals mercilessly, while she moaned down into the bed and lewdly coaxed him on! "Yes... yesss, my sweet darling! That's it Caesar lover... Lick my cunt with your beautiful hot tongue! Show him! Oh Mark, darling, watch and see, please! I-I love it... love you... Love him!" she coarsely babbled. "Ooohhh... yes... Caesar baby! Now... now climb up on me and fuck me from behind Darling! Shove your beautiful cock into my cunt! Now, Caesar... now!" Mark choked out a gasp, his eyes straining as the powerful dog mounted her, his muscular furry body crowding in toward the smooth roundness of her widespread buttocks, his strong forelegs clutching at her soft, white hips! Uncontrollably, her husband sensed his own naked cock swelling into a solid, revived hardness at the beastly sight of the shimmering, scarlet animal-cock slipping from its huge sheath. It dripped freely, its tapered point jerking and dancing as Caesar hunched in close to her, endeavoring to bury the lean reddened tip and its thickening solidness into his wife's curvaceous white body! Oh Christ! Oh Christ! he inwardly groaned, his big hand subconsciously clutching and beginning to gently stroke his own long rod of re-aroused hardness! With an unrestrained, sensual moan, Jean waggled the twin white ovals of her upthrusting buttocks back in tiny searching circles attempting to capture Caesar's long probing cock. She hoped to God that Mark wasn't missing a single moment of her licentious performance... and more important, that he would understand the very meaning behind it! God, how she wanted her beautiful animal-lover's long, thick penis fucking up inside her to finish the task her husband would never have lasted through! Her brain raced in lustful excitement as she reached down between her legs, grasping the wet, rubbery spear of swollen dog-cock, causing Caesar to whimper in a half deep throated growl. She guided its throbbing tip toward her hotly quivering vaginal mouth, then held her breath! Immediately, Caesar humped upward from behind, spreading her dilated cunt-channel and pubic curls even wider as with a single powerful lurch, he buried his long, thick pleasure-bringing cock deep up into the seething pink hole between her legs! "Oooohhh... ohhhh!" Jean gutturally sighed, her held breath gushing from her lungs. "Oooohhh Goddd... it's so beautiful... so beautiful, Mark darling!" Mark watched in building lustful fascination that he couldn't hide, raised to a naked, sitting position on the floor, his hand still grasping his own throbbing cock. The painful meaning of her incredibly obscene performance had finally dawned on him! It was him, her husband Mark Blakely, that she was trying to shame, not herself, and as he gaped at the long, scarlet rod of glistening animal-cock racing wetly into her, he realized she'd accomplished her purpose. Christ, what kind of a man was he, anyway? Too concerned with everything but what he should be... the happiness of his beautiful young wife! But he'd make it up to her... Christ, he would, if she'd ever give him the chance again! His own heavy cock had begun to achingly throb at the sight of the great dog, Caesar's, sunk in his Jeannie's nibbling moist pussy to the hilt, his heavy animal-balls swinging wildly down beneath the saturated curls of her soft, naked loins! "Oh Caesar... oohhhh!" she moaned, her eyes wide and glazed as the massive dog fucked into her from behind. "Oohhh... ooohhh Mark darling... do you understand, now... now when you can see how he fucks me? Do you?" "Y-Yes, Baby... I do... Christ, I do!" he choked, unrestrainably stroking his own burning length of rigid cock-flesh. "Oh Mark!" Jean gasped, her eyes momentarily focusing on her husband's hand avidly clutching at his swollen penis, the sight firing added fuel to her sensual passion. "Darling... bring it up here to me! Let me lick and suck the ache out of it for you! Please, Lover, I want to... please?" Slowly, Mark got to his feet. a jolt of fiery sensations charge through him at her ardent request. Was it possible that she was going to? Hell yes... anything was feasible after what he'd already witnessed! Hesitantly, he moved, his eyes ever flexed on Caesar watching him... staring incessantly as he fucked away with open mouth while Jean moved backward rhythmically, meeting his powerful long strokes into her openly absorbing vagina! Jean breathed a moan of new maddening excitement when she realized what she was going to do! She watched her husband crawl onto the bed, at the same time feeling Caesar's forelegs like furry arms clinging tightly to her soft hips. She undulated her feverish buttocks, giving herself fully to the beautiful fucking her Caesar was pounding into her from behind! And then, Mark was kneeling before her, his hardened thick cock in front of her face! She reached out and curled her fingers around its hotly throbbing length, feeling it jerk to her touch. Gently, she slid back its heavy foreskin, sensing it pulsate in her soft, small hand, its moist, bulbous head with its tiny slit at the tip intensely thrilling her. She heard Mark's husky groan to her tender stroking caresses, and saw the pearlish drop of moisture bead at the little opening from the ministrations of her milking hand! Oh God... she wanted that! Yes... yes and all that would follow, to the very last drop, squirting hotly up into her mouth and belly! Caesar 09/18 Caesar Comes, And His Revenge Chapter 9 There had been an immediate violent hate that raged through Caesar toward the male human who had dared to penetrate the golden-haired female with his mating hardness. He had killed those of his own kind before for daring to violate his claim, and would have done so again had not the golden one interceded. In his uncanny brain he had realized that it was her wish that the male human be spared, and he had done so to please her. There was, Caesar instinctively knew, a bond that affectionately linked them, and though he jealously resented it, he would accept it because of her. Now, as he eagerly clung to the soft smooth whiteness of his golden mate's hips and rapidly thrust the claiming hardness of his animal cock deep up into the depths of her female core, he watched with keenly alert eyes the approach of the unclothed male onto the sleeping place. His human phallus extended before him, he slowly moved toward her face, until she had taken the length in her petting hand, the sighing vibrations of her soft white body clearly transmitted to him. Something from ages past then clicked in his memory bank, and he instinctively knew what she would do with it. Hot racing blood streamed through him at the flashing knowledge, increasing as he saw her small tongue dart out to lick wetly over the tip! His powerful loins trembled at the sight, but no longer in jealousy, aware that this was what she wanted, and intuitively, he charged deeper and deeper into her, his huge hardness painfully throbbing! A maddening joy filled lean as Caesar furiously fucked into her inflamed cunt from behind and she gaped at her Mark's long, hard cock jerking hotly in her clutching little hand. She drew in her breath and flicked out her eager tongue, bringing it into seething contact with the smooth, rubbery tip! She swirled it around slowly, moistly, experimentally, while Mark twisted and groaned; then she ventured toward the tiny split and wiggled her tongue-tip into it! Wild fermentations rippled through her trembling naked body as she tasted the pungent sweetness the droplets of his seminal fluid contained, causing her nostrils to flare erotically wide. She smoothed her hand along the rock-hard rod to the velvety flesh at its thick base, then downward to lovingly cup his sperm-bloated balls. She slipped her warm, tongue-moistened lips over the damp, spongy head then, letting it glide along the full length of her tongue, her hot mouth locking around it in a fervent liquid pressure. Mark groaned above her extended lovely head, watching with lust-filled eyes her tightly locked lips ovalling hotly around his burning hard cock, hardly believing the electrifying sight of her beautiful innocent young face so grotesquely distorted as she began to suck him with unquestionable desire. Oh Christ... had this huge fucking brute-dog that was pantingly glaring at him actually done this to her? If so, he owed the powerful beast more than he could ever repay him! Damn! She was sucking his cock as if she were never going to get enough! He began a slow undulation with his naked hips, sliding his thick, swollen hardness in and out of her lips with a slick damp suction sound, guided by her hand grasping at its base while he held her face between his own. He stared with intense captivation at the puffing and hollowing of her smooth white cheeks as his thick cock moved in and out, her head beginning to bob up and down and toil with demanding fervency. Her whole curvaceous, satin-fleshed body quivered in naked ripples from the powerful jolts of Caesar's plunging cock hammering rapidly into her from behind, driving her frantically on! Oh... ooohh heaven...Jean wildly reasoned, caught between her two wonderful lovers' beautiful, hardened cocks, both of them preparing to spill their hot, liquid fire from either end of her body deep into her craving belly! In lust-filled joy, she ground her wide-spread young buttocks back hard against her Caesar's furry, battering body, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the smooth crevice between them. She sensed tiny streams dribbling down the backs of her smooth inner-thighs, while the mounting pressure in her inflamed loins wanted of the climatic moment near at hand! For one brief moment, Mark wondered if he wasn't in some sort of drugged comas imagining it all... but no... Christ, he was wide awake, and it was all happening! There wasn't any doubt about it... none whatever, with the ferocious animal-face savagely watching him, its tongue hanging loosely from his mouth to let drops of saliva drop onto the smooth hollow of Jean's naked back! The medallion, its eagle and centurion intermittently becoming visible as it twisted and jerked beneath his throat from his vicious body-thrusts was undeniably further proof! But no longer was the powerful dog's fangs bared at him, and there seemed to be a mellowness in his glowing eyes as he watched Mark. Christ, it was insane to even try to reason it all with the roaring furnace of lust bubbling in his balls! The huge animal's violent fucking cock pounding into his wife's luscious pink cunt were driving her mouth forward onto his own aching cock until he wondered why it didn't choke her! It was reaching her throat to her tonsils, his pubic-hair brushing at the tip of her lovely nose, while his sperm-inflated balls in her soft, warm hands ached in a bloating buildup of massive pressure! Damn, she was like an animal herself with her lips locked tightly around the length of his raging cock, increasing her unbelievable hungry little sucking motions until he thought his balls would turn inside out! Great swirls of heat were massing in their secret depths as he watched her passion-infused face pulling hungrily on it! He sensed the muscles of his stomach tighten and he arched forward, pushing his throbbing hardness up even further between the searing heat of her greedily sucking lips! He gaped at the pink ridges pulling out from her mouth, clinging voraciously to it as she pumped her head up and down and undulated her hips back at the dog in a wild uncontrolled frenzy! Oh shit! Now! Strangled noises forced their way up into Mark's throat! "Oh Christ, Jean baby... suck it hard... I-I'm cuummiinnnggg!" Jean heard his cry at the very moment it burst, his jerking cock gushing forth hot, stream-like jets of his pungent cum! It flooded her mouth and throat with its delicious liquid heat! She sensed her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed in greedy thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the spasming cock so as not to lose a single drop! On and on, his wonderful balls continued to pump out his milk-white sperm into her mouth, while his hands clutched at her head, pulling her face harder down onto his convulsively softening penis! The ecstasy of it was even greater than Jean had imagined, and at the first hot, piquant taste of his cum, her own climax was triggered! She thrust her naked grinding asscheeks back harder at her panting animal-lover, wanting the full benefit of his tremendously expanding cock raging into her wildly flaming cunt! Every muscle of her body contracted and jerked as she felt the erotic release of spasming rapture exploding deep down in her screaming loins and belly! She continued to gulp and suck at her husband, Mark's wonderfully erupting cock, her soft, curl-lined cuntal sphincter clenching and opening like an angered fist from behind! Her insanely jerking young buttocks flexed into white hardness and she gurgled out a whimpering wail as her quaking body unleashed and exploded too in the moment she had been striving for! There was no time, no space, no motion... only the unbelievable bliss of her orgasm! Again and again, she was struck by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle and cord in her pleasure-filled young cunt... then Caesar began to hump forward faster and spew his hot load of wild animal sperm deep up into the hidden recesses of her trembling belly! Once more, she climaxed, half-screaming and slamming her yielding soft buttocks hard back onto his magnificently squirting cock! Caesar 10/18 Caesar Comes, And His Revenge Chapter 10 They didn't talk, Jean and Mark Blakely, only lie cuddled together in the silent darkness of the night. In passing minutes, Mark knew that she had fallen into an exhausted sleep and he nestled her closer to him. Tomorrow, perhaps, they would talk about it... maybe, they would never speak of it! Mark had seen him go, leaping easily back through the open window without so much as a backward glance, but Jean hadn't wanted to look... as if she couldn't face the thought of his leaving. In moments, they had heard his howling cry pierce the night, and then Jean had smiled and moved tightly into his arms. Christ, whatever... that fierce brute-animal had brought them closer together actually shown them the way! But even so... it was his duty! He had to destroy the killer animal and his pack! He had no choice but to try to eliminate any enemy of society... and the ferocious, raping Caesar was that! It was a long time before Mark Blakely slept that night. Caesar 11/18 Caesar Comes, And His Revenge Chapter 11 It mattered little to the sleek and powerful german shepherd dog that the small town's streets had been brightened with additional lamp, lantern, even fired torch-light. He merely clung more stealthily to the inevitable shadows of the warm summer night, avoiding with ease the clumsy patroling male-humans who sought to destroy him. A balanced sense of avenged pride burned warmly in his deep muscular chest; he had punished them for the brutal, torture-death of his mate, satisfying the ancient law cryptically imbedded in his uncanny animal-brain... lex talionis... the law of retaliation. Yet, in so doing, he had rekindled the banked embers of another smoldering force from ages passed, a seething aberrant urge that had brought him down from the hills again this night. Caesar stole his way in a surreptitious silence equal to the very shadows enshrouding him, knowing exactly his destination, the craving dictate in his feral loins magnetically guiding him. Cautiously, he moved his great head in searching sweeps, aware through instinct that the gold medallion hanging from his throat on its glittering chain could attract attention in the light of the moon. Ahead, he saw the shelter where she would be lying on the human sleeping place, the golden female-human he had chosen to replace the mate they had cruelly killed. A feverish heat spread through his huge, invincible body at the glow coming from the opened window. She was waiting for him! The surge of wild mating instinct motivating the massive dog caused his long tongue to lick out ravenously at his lips, while his mighty animal-loins convulsively reacted in pulsating throbs. Deliberately, but with vigilance, the illusive, canine beast crept toward the open window, a sudden piercing howl back in the hills advising him that his pack was racing down toward the valley in its quest for food... * * * The willowy, ivory-skinned girl who tossed herself nakedly onto Jean Blakely's bed, sensed a certain feeling of imposition at her friend's relinquishing their bedroom to them. Mark, too, had insisted and of course, her own numb old Steve had merely said "thanks." The dodo... all he was concerned with was getting a story for that lousy magazine he slaved for, not giving the slightest thought to Jean and Mark's inconvenience. Then off he goes, chasing down the utterly ridiculous tale that had brought them there. Not that she hadn't expected to be a writer's widow throughout most of their stay in Crescent Valley, but she'd had hopes that this, their first night there, would be spent together... especially following her monthly five-day abstinence because of her period. God, she was always a lusty little hot-box right after, wasn't she? Carol Foster racily thought to herself, wriggling the naked roundness of her full white buttocks in a little sensuous undulation against the smooth satin give of the sheeted mattess. A tiny shiver of erotic delight tingled along her spine. Reflexively, she brushed her long slender fingers with a light touch over the diffused, resilient flesh of her full, white breasts, absently teasing at their tiny, ruby-like nipples until they were incited buds of sensitive hardness. He could have at least waited until morning; she'd certainly dropped enough hints all evening long. She thought this as she lay there uneasily in her aroused nakedness, the soft glow from the bedside lamp playing over the smooth curves and hollows of her young, supple body, heatedly adding to her sensual appetite. Of course, the drinks hadn't done anything to cool her down either, especially the last two she'd had with Jean after the boys had left on their crazy, wild dog-pack-hunt. But she'd needed them; she'd been so damned mad when Steve had told her he probably wouldn't be home until morning. Such absolute nonsense... the whole ludicrous yarn... a wild dog raping a girl! It surprised her that an intelligent man like Mark Blakely could take any stock in such an absurd story... and he'd looked so damned grave, almost avoiding Steve's questions. Even Jean, after they'd left, had practically refused to discuss it, continuously changing the subject. Frankly, she'd been just as satisfied, Carol remembered, half smiling to herself, any reference to sex doing nothing but turning her on that much more. At least, it was wonderful being together with Jean again... and Mark was just as handsome and desirable as ever, though she doubted if her husband or Jean would appreciate her secret sexual fantasies about the young, virile deputy sheriff. Anyway, it was all an illusory affair, and quite one-sided, she felt certain, though he'd done marvelous things for her in her dreams... wildly passionate acts that could only take place in her sensuously unbridled mind. Like... now, at that very moment, as she continued to stroke her soft hands down over the smooth white flesh of her voluptuous young nakedness, and imagined conception of what his penis, in an excited desire-hardened state, would look like filling her fevered mind. It would be longer and thicker than Steve's, Mark was that much bigger a man, and it would be solidly hard... hot and throbbing in her hand as she slowly pulled back its foreskin to reveal the moistened, purplish head with its tiny slitted eye seeping out those first delicious drops of his heated male-semen! God! The thought alone was enough to drive her wild, the naked, short-haired brunette squirminkly dreamed, letting her caressing hands brush over the churning little bowl of her belly in their ever descending course toward the sensually dampened, erogenous little slit down between her hot full thighs. She felt the soft down of her pubic curls with the tips of her sensitive fingers, grazing teasingly through their silken texture, the realization flitting through her fired mind that she wouldn't be thinking this way had her husband, Steve, stayed with her. Damn him, she was just too good to him was all... sucking him off every night during her period... no wonder he'd put that stupid story ahead of her inevitable seizure of "hotpussy"! She had, in fact, spoiled him during their two-years of marriage with the incessant hunger of her mouth, but she couldn't help it. Not that she didn't love to get fucked; she'd give anything for the hot, thick length of his hard cock buried to the hilt in her burning little pussy lips at that very moment... but there was something more passionately intimate in the tongue-licking and mouthing of his pulsating, rock-hardness that lustfully intoxicated her. To get down between his legs and caress his cum-bloated balls in her warm hands... to lick away that first pungent drop of his sweet-tasting cum with the tip of her tongue... to moisten her lips and slip them down over its hot, blood-swollen head, gradually sucking the thick length of it into her saliva-slickened mouth and throat until her nose brushed his pelvic hair! And then, that insane moment of wanton ecstasy when he pumped his scalding sperm deep up into her mouth, half choking her as it flooded like liquid fire down her hungrily swallowing throat to boil passionately down in her belly below! God, I'm hot! Carol mentally gasped, aware that her fingers had gently spread open the flushed lips of her desire-filled cunt, two of them slithering wetly into the seething, moist crevice between. Hedonistically, they stroked through the smooth fluid flesh, one skillfully caressing the tiny bud of her erect clitoris, transmitting frenzied little shocks of intensive sensation to her passion-whetted brain. Oooohhh... if only I had Jean's husband, Mark's cock in my mouth right now! God, I'd suck his balls inside out! she lewdly visualized, spreading and lifting her long, shapely white legs and drawing them back up her naked young body until her knees kissed the hardened, tingling nipples of her swollen breasts. Then, as she plunged two slender fingers into the nibbling, viscid mouth of her tighly absorbing cuntal channel, she raised her head to look down between her nakedly throbbing breasts and observed through darkly glazed eyes the obscenely erotic sight she presented to herself... It was at that precise moment that she saw him! For some minutes passed, Caesar had been watching her, his acute animal-brain at first solicitous for the welfare of his golden-headed mate, and then wary of deception. Momentarily, he had surveyed the heavy breathing antics of the unclothes, fire-eyed, female-human who waited for him in his chosen one's bed; then silently he eased away to circle the house, pausing at each glassed window. Only one more did he find raised enough to sense the human smell beyond, and there he found her, his keen instinct of scent infallible. She slept heavily, the window not opened wide enough for him to enter. The sleek hair on the back of his neck and along his strong backbone lifted erect in a moment of angered denial, the tendency to bare his fangs sweeping through his powerful body. Yet, he did not. An undefinable warmth glowed inside the great breast for his golden-haired mate; she would not forsake him... there was an animal-like bond between them. She had provided the new fire-eyed, female-human in her bed, knowing that he was coming. Again, he slowly returned to the first window. With forelegs on the sill, Caesar watched the sensuously lewd performance of the ivory-bodied she-person, the throbbing heat in his potent animal-loins ferally mounting at the sight. Her panting breath filled his erect ears, as did the biting aroma of her wet, female secretions burn goadingly in his intensely sniffing nostrils! He gazed with unflinching eyes at her small hand moving rhythmically between her nakedly spread legs... saw the smooth white columns lift up and fold teasingly back toward her chest, sighs of softly mewling passion whimpering from her as she continued to move her hand like the licking of flames at the thin, wetly glistening opening he knew to be the mating slit of her soft, uncovered body. She saw him then... her dulled, fire-eyes locking on his presence, their sparkling darkness seeming to grow wide and fear-filled. Her movements ceased, her small tongue-moistened mouth falling open! He did not wait longer, but agily bounded through the open window! Mother of God! What had happened to the choked funnel of her throat, Carol couldn't imagine! She had tried to scream but nothing came out! The first sight of it... the massive animal-head with gleaming fangs and glowing amber-eyes viciously staring at her over the sill of the opened window had been enough to suck a vacuum into her belly and loins! Again, she'd tried to raise a sound in her fearfully convulsing throat and had gotten nothing but rasping chokes... then, the brute had nimbly bounded through the window onto the bed! Now, she stared at it... him... a dog with a golden disc hanging from a chain around his massive throat, that phenomenon of itself desperately trying to register properly in her terrorized brain! There... there... there was something, she knew, something recognizable in the medallion that she should immediately fathom... but she couldn't think! He... it... whatever, was practically on top of her defenseless naked body... and then, she realized that she still held her legs drawn up and back in a lewd, intercourse position. Slowly, Carol started to lower them, immediately freezing as the intruding brute unleashed a low but warning, guttural growl, then moved on the bed between their trembling uplifted columns, until his huge head was poised directly above her helplessly upraised loins and buttocks! She swallowed in avid horror, the wild dog's presence, his identity according to the medal dangling from his neck, plus the absolute fact that he was there... and he was... subconsciously making her know that this was it... him... the very myth that had brought her and Steve to Crescent Valley! Ex-Except that he was no myth! He lived! And he was savagely hovering right above her... above her nakedly vulnerable loins! God, she had never been a coward... a stupid person, or whimpering female, not in all of her twenty-three years... but this... this was unbelievable! She tried to think! To scream would be futile! There was no one to help her; only Carol was in the house! Mark had spoken of posted sentries, but how far away was the nearest one? Lord, he could tear her apart before any help might even get close to the house! No! No! She must... must remain cool... somehow, charm him keep him at bay! And... and what was he doing? A potent unexpected sensation charged through her earlier, self-aroused loins and belly as she watched him lower his huge head and begin to sniff at her genitals, his cold, wet nose like the brushing touch of an ice-cube against her hot, sensitive cunt-lips and still, tingling thighs! Oh... oh God! That... that was his tongue! In spine-chilling awe, Carol frantically squirmed beneath the sudden lashing hotness of his wet animal-tongue as it snaked out to lick up and down the smooth-fleshed vale between the trembling, taut mounds of her upraised buttocks. She sucked in her breath and held it until she feared her lungs would burst, while the wetly moistened end of his nose teased hotly against the sensitive area surrounding her upraised anal mouth, its worming tip burrowing with an uncanny knowledge into the tiny oval of its tightly clenched lips! Ooooooohhhhh! she mentally gasped at the shocking aggression, her young mind a whirlpool of confusion! Cool... yes... my God... keep my head... cool! Mustn't scream... mustn't! Ooooohhhhhh! she choked within to the unbelievable animal-probing of her unprotected loins by the ferocious looking dog. She was not going to faint; she well knew that! She had never fainted in her life... but how... what was she going to do? My god, he... he was starting to lick her there as if she were just another bitch dog in heat... and damn, she had been that, hadn't she! Could... could he sense it? Why hadn't she listened when they were talking about him? Caesar... yes, that's what they'd called him... Caesar! Now, she could see the letters embossed on the medallion... and the Roman centurion... then, the eagle as the golden disc flickered back and forth to his movements! But... but it was all impossible... these things didn't happen! Oooooooohhhhh! she inwardly wailed, hearing his simultaneous whimper as once more, he wetly taunted the tiny puckered hole of her anal mouth with his hot, incessant tongue! Good God, he'd raped a girl! She hadn't believed it! Now, she wasn't so sure! Oh... oh, what he was doing to her there! If only she hadn't drunk so much! It... it was almost impossible to put thoughts together... or to make sense! She'd been so hot... thinking of her girlfriend Jean's husband's virile young cock... sucking it... and suddenly, this maddening reality had burst upon her! Am I much more than an animal myself? lustfully confused brunette frenziedly though with heaving breaths as lewd sensations from Caesar's hot, savage tongue flickered sensuously through her! Reflexively, she writhed and twisted, gasping aloud, and then stiffening at his menacing growl! Oooooh God! His head that had raised in a vicious show of teeth, dropped once more and she felt his wet, searing tongue burning upward toward the still hotly flushed lips of her excited young pussy. She uncontrollably trembled as he swept his branding, moist flesh along the narrow pink crevice between her widely spread thighs, then up over the full split of her hair-fringed cunt! From her babyishly quivering rectal mouth, it traced the pink passion-engorged edges of her excited pussy-lips to the tiny, erect floweret of her softly pulsating little clitoris! She lifted her head higher to gape downward between her throbbing breasts and open white thighs at the incredible obscene spectacle. Blinding sensations of new-born lust stabbed through her tremoring naked body at the contact of his melting tongue with her super-senstive nerve-centers! Again and again, he licked up between her legs, the thick length of his deliciously fluid tongue spreading deeply through her moist, yielding cuntal-flesh like a dull knife through softened pink butter, carrying her higher away from human reality with every breathtaking lick! It didn't stop, and the naked, obscenely exposed young wife who lay in a desire-blinded state of lewdly pyramiding passion, beneath the incessant wild tongue of an inconceivable, lust-maddened beat, could only moan out her sensual delight. Unceasingly, the massive dog splayed the smooth inflamed intimacy of her secret genital flesh with his captivating tongue, finally pausing to curl it with a deeply invading thrust far up into her turbulently wet vaginal passage! "Oooooohhhh... ooohhhh heaven!" Carol audibly cried out, gasping and jerking spasmodically beneath his unthinkable assault, Mark's pictured cock in all of its lustful hardness mentally filling her suddenly unconsciously sucking mouth! Oh God, she would suck him so beautifully, and he'd squirt his hot male jism all the way down her hungrily welcoming throat, the feel of it making her cum and cum as it pumped ceaselessly into her wildly ovalled mouth! "God, yes... yes! Lick it for me, you beautiful wild brute! Aaaaggghhh... like that, darling, like that... lick your tongue way up inside!" she wantonly pleaded, lifting her intensively sizzling loins and quaking buttocks higher to his frenzied, ravaging animal-mouth. "Yes... yes! Lick my cunt you wonderful lover! Aaaaaagggghhhh... oooohhhhhh!" Carol hardly knew what she was saying; her overwhelming carnal passion had reached that intensity! What fear she had known in the beginning the powerful dog had washed away with his wet, searing tongue! She hardly saw him any longer as a fierce, wild beast... only as a magnificent, needed lover who was taking her to unbelievable heights of sensual rapture! Suddenly, she was grasping hold of his furry head to pull his long nose tighter into her wetly throbbing cuntal channel! His firebrand tongue shot up into her moist, seething hole like a white-hot cauterizing whip, his own animal-whines matching hers as he zealously lashed and tongue-fucked the blood-flushed, glistening flesh between her obscenely-spread thighs and tautly stretched buttocks. "Oh... ooohhhhh goooddddd... you're driving me mad, lover... maaaddd!" Carol hoarsely gasped with raised head and salaciously gasping eyes. The forbidden, beastial sight was all but shamelessly destroying her! Never, never, never in her life had she felt like this! Oooohhhh... if only her girlfriend's husband's hard thick cock was in her mouth at the same time... then it would be complete! Caesar both scented and tasted the whetting intensity of her human she-lust, the keenly biting flaver causing his feral animal-blood to hotly race and pound through his powerful loins. There was nothing in this fire-eyed female that reminded him of his golden-haired mate except the soft whiteness of her smooth flesh, and the heat she generated from the mating hole between her legs. He sensed no tenderness in the symmetrical portions of her body such as his golden one possessed, only the hungry heat of her rising female-passion. The hot, pink flesh in its flowing wetness communicated to him her innermost secrets, and as he eagerly tongued the yielding, moist crevice, he felt the charged urgency of his own demanding loins... Carol had fallen into a rhythmic moaning, her mind slipping further into sensual oblivion beneath the mesmerizing bliss of Caesar's pleasure-giving tongue hotly licking and fucking into her wildly inflamed cunt. She had begun to flail her head from side to side in her lewd, half-raised position, still holding to the mighty animal's huge head between her pulled-back legs, her brain a mirror for both her husband and Mark Blakely's imagined hard cocks, each thrusting in turn into her hungrily sucking mouth, while this beautiful brute lapped the maddening fire from her seething loins and belly. Frantically, she tossed her head in cadence with her groans, and it was then that she saw it! Her sparkling dark-eyes widened at the glistening sight of the animal's thick, scarlet cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing as it continued to press forward from its fleshy concealment! She had to lean far over sideways to see it well, and momentarily, Caesar sounded a throaty growl of disapproval, but this time the warning hardly registered with her. Instead, an inexplicable sensation of sheer depravity burned through her naked, lust-filled young body, a maddeningly intensified feeling the roots of which she had no intentions of questioning! It was sheer, forbidden wickedness in its most degenerate form! But his cock was beautiful... huge and beautiful! She had never seen her husband Steve's cock ever look more tempting to her! And his... her wonderful animal lover's, was longer and thicker, more like Mark's, she wildly imagined in her mind-swirling fantasy! For a long, breathless moment, the raven-haired young wife watched the massive dog's wetly gleaming shaft of naked hardness partially dangle beneath his strong animal-loins, sensing her mouth and throat at first going dry, then salivating at the captivating sight of its scarlet rapaciousness! From that moment, she was no longer concerned with the corrupt perversion of her intentions, only how she was going to accomplish it! In fact, she realized almost frantically, the very debasing idea in itself was serving to spur her on... but how? How? Feverishly, the wild, night-invader licked at her cunt, his scorching, wet tongue like an abrasive as it slithered over the firmly erect bud of her quivering clitoris! Scintillating shocks of animalish lust raged through her obscenely offered loins, singeing at the very nerve-ends of her white, sensually trembling flesh. Oh God... how? "Caesar, darling... baby..." Carol began, trying to raise higher and pet his massive head that was nuzzled between her wide-spread legs. God, she could see his liquid tongue spraying through the wetly saturated crevice of her cuntal slit! He had opened her wide down there as if his love-making tongue was born of razors! Her own sensitive inner-cuntal flesh sparkled reflectively up at her, its tempting, silken curls moistly matted, the very sight sending trembling sensations spiraling toward her brain! Her thrusting young breasts tingled in their swollen excitement as she continued to caress his great head... "Caesar... darling... lie down! Lie down, baby! Carol wants you to lie down! Please, darling... lie down and roll over!" she softly whispered, ever stroking his head and ears. "Lie down, my handsome lover and I'll make you happy! I'll... I'll even put my pussy where you can lick it if you want... and I hope you do!" Carol's brain swam in wanton debauchment as she slowly eased herself forward, working toward her knees and backing the huge, apprehensive animal away from her seething loins. Once, he growled, but she didn't stop. There was no other way only taking control if she were to have what she wanted! She whispered in loving tones, simultaneously grazing her soft little hands over the fur of his tense body, her eyes continuously fastened on the solid length of his long scarlet cock hanging throbbingly below his belly... Caesar watched her carefully as she raised up and eased forward, watched her mouth moving and listened to the soft sounds coming from it. It was not the same as when he came to his golden one. But this, the fire-eyed she, was different, and he wondered why. He didn't fear her; she was a friend; her gentle touch told him that. In fact, her gentle touch was confusingly cooling his mating hunger. He sensed his loins dissipating beneath her warm, friendly hand... he moved back and lay down, a perplexed whimper working upward into his throat... Carol heard it, the simpering whine vibrating through her as she watched his huge cock withdraw back into its hiding sheath. He lay down onto the bed, stretching out and finally responding when she continued to whisper, "Roll over, darling, over!" She crawled and positioned herself so that her hotly seething cunt was inches from his nose, and less when she drew her tingling thighs back! She eased forward, placing herself so that her face was directly above the peeking opening of his cock-sheath where the huge, scarlet hardness had disappeared. Frantically obscene sensations of raw, uncontrolled desire raced through her! She knew what she was going to do, and the very thought was about to drive her wild with salacious excitement! She gently moved her hips toward his animal-face, spreading her legs and lovingly taking his head... She lay upon her side, one leg lifted to draw his nose snugly in toward her hotly tremoring cunt. She sensed his tongue lick out at the feverishly wet crevice between her legs, lashing through its sensually aroused inner-flesh like a fluid flame, and whatever she had ever known to be moral or accepted at that exact second was totally lost! The lasciviously blinded young wife lowered her cheek to his warm, hard animal-belly, her one hand slowly moving toward his hidden cock! The huge dog whimpered and jerked, but never made a motion toward gaining his feet as Carol's lustful hand began to examine his softly furred genitals. Instead, he licked up wetly at the open little mouth of her hotly offered pussy, while her breath quickened and her mind raced, filled with the hellishly beautiful thoughts of what was going to momentarily happen there in her girlfriend's bed! She had to be some sort of a devil's advocate, she thought, clasping hold of his fur-concealed cock and beginning to manipulate the soft hairy flesh back and forth, feeling its thickness within! She didn't care... not tonight, she didn't! She was a monster, a Frankenstein or vampire... whatever... as long as it happened... the taste of his animal-cock in her mouth! She would go to hell... but there, she'd never be lonely! Oooooohhhhh Goddddd! His tongue, laving sensuously at the excitedly quivering bud of her clitoris! The beautiful creature! she thought, clinging tightly to his sheltered cock and ardently beginning to stroke it. Slowly, gently, she worked the heavy protective skin back and forth, while the massive german shepherd lay half on its back, his great head nestled between her openly spread thighs, his feverish tongue unrelenting in the wet, yielding crevice of her wildly simmering cunt. Suddenly, it appeared once more, the tapered, red, glistening tip of his long thick hardness, slipping ever forward toward her breathless, tongue-moistened lips... until at last it touched them! In wicked passion, the bedeviled young wife parted her warm, lush lips, and with a low, deep-chested groan, let the slender, tapered forepart of Caesar's throbbing hardness slide between them, easing further and further into the hot, wetness of her eagerly absorbing mouth, until it nearly brushed the back of her impatiently spasming throat! Carol brought her tongue into play with irresistible fervency, her mind a babble of frenzied lust at the utter forbiddeness of the debased act she was committing. Her brain reeled as with an almost-dread, she, for the first time, tasted the thick, pulsating cock, a wanton thrill of obscene delight racing through her at its sweet, pungent maleness. My God, it was no less beautiful than her husband Steve's... and it was so hot and hard, swelling even more with every passing second! She heard his high-pitched whimper as he continued to voraciously lick her fire-filled cunt, and she began to reciprocately suck and twirl her tongue around his long, thick animal-cock in an effort to repay him for the mind-shattering pleasure he had and was bringing her. She felt his powerful body responding to her obscene sucking of his throbbing hardness, his animal-loins pressing jerkingly forward. She brushed one excited hand along his hairy belly to his huge sperm-bloated balls, cupping them warmly, first, then lightly scratching them with her finger-tips. Again, he whimpered, the delicate taunting causing him to increase his thrusting cock-rhythm between the tightly clasped oval of her moistly sucking lips. God, the taste of it was the maddening delight, the young wife realized as she began to mouthingly nurse and tongue the ever-thickening spear of hot, hard animal-flesh with vigorous head movements of her own. Delicately gamey, her flushed brain tagged, like the wild, handsome beast he was; yet spiced with the sweet tartness of nature's semen that was hardly the human male's monopoly! Oooohhhh... never in her life had she ever imagined such depraved sexual perversity! The smooth, tapered length of his thickening cock thrust into her mouth in perfect cadence, while his lashing tongue whipped the hot, liquid flesh of her wide splayed cunt and its burning vaginal walls in growing ferocity! She closed her small white teeth, but not to hurt, swirling her tongue over his pulsating shaft of hardened dog-flesh, lost in the licentiousness of her abnormal act. God, it was like honey in her mouth, plunging smoothly and slickly all the way up into her open throat! Wh-What would his animal-cum taste like? Would it be something like Steve's... hot and thick, squirting from the tip of his cock in thick jet-like streams... or were animals different? Caesar, in the existence of his animal being, had never known equal mating pleasure. The fire-eyed, she-human was enveloping his maleness warmly up inside her mouth, yet it felt as if it were submerged back between her lips in her female slit. There was difference, however, he instinctively knew... the tongue feel and the taunting pressure of the teeth. He whimperingly liked those sensations that caused great swirling fire in the depths of his powerful loins, knowing that in a few brief moments, he would be fulfilling his lust-driven needs because of them... Oooohhh... oh God, she wanted his animal-cum shooting into her mouth... dribbling down her throat... even strangling her! All of the perverted fires of hell were blazing there up between her legs! Her belly raged, and her loins, her lust-churning cunt, glowed with the seething desire scalding it! She clutched at his hugely swollen animal-balls, beginning to milk and caress them as she sucked hungrily and shamelessly at his massively throbbing cock. She was going to cum beneath his beautiful tongue... cum as she never had in her life! She heard him whine, then whine again in his own beastial ecstasy! God, she was actually bringing him joy! Maybe she was losing her mind, the naked, obscenely performing young wife thought, as she tongued and licked Caesar's great cock in her mouth... and then, she heard the powerful dog gutturally snarl at the same moment as his flanks began to furiously hump his cock deeper up into her greedily working throat! Simultaneously, she sensed her own peaking moment at hand, the latter driving her insanely on to greater and greater perversities! Demonishly, she sucked until his cock began to jerk wildly up inside her mouth... then, it spewed forth the searing, liquid cum from deep in the relentessly building depths of his balls, but not as she'd visualized it! The stream of scalding, viscid sperm was like an unceasing hose, filling her greedily sucking mouth almost before she could swallow it away... time and again, as if he were pissing down her throat, the lust-filled realization literally destroying her inside as her orgasm swept through her like some never-before, earth-destroying cataclysm! He was gone before Carol could even try to comprehend what had happened. She lay back in a semi-exhausted nakedness, still breathing heavily and tremblingly staring at the empty, opened window. God... he was real... alive, exsistent all right... but could she tell anyone in the whole world that? In fact... in fact, the only concrete proof she had, even to herself, that the unbelievable act had occurred were the thin, still warmly glowing trickles of his sperm that trailed wetly from the corners of her lips down over her passion-flushed cheeks below... Caesar 12/18 Caesar Comes, And His Revenge Chapter 12 The early morning California sunshine streaming through the bedroom window awakened Jean Blakely from an uneasy sleep. For a long moment she lay quite still, letting her widening, smoke-blue eyes scan her immediate, puzzling surroundings... then she remembered. She was in their smaller guest-room. She had given Carol and Steve the bedroom Mark and she occupied because the bed was more comfortable. Now, the reminder of Carol being in the house helped brighten her troubled mood. With that, the twenty-two year old, young wife gingerly bounced to the floor, the short see-through nightie she wore hardly concealing the provocative quiver of curvaceous white flesh rippling voluptuously from her sudden movements. Against the sheer green nylon, her firmly erect breasts lifted and strained when she brushed her long, honey-blonde tresses behind her shoulders, their tiny pink nipples in semi-hardness visibly pushing out the diaphanous material. In the vanity mirror, the lovely, oval-faced girl saw this, a trace of narcissistic admiration penetrating her disquietness. She let her eyes wander downward over the reflection in the glass, picking up her brush to stroke through her hair as they did so. The narrowness of her slender waist had always pleased her, as was the tiny dimple of her navel an erogenous fascination. She dwelt then on the sweeping arch of her softly rounded hips, and the long tapering columns of her full white thighs and shapely calves, but it was the moundish, golden triangle of silken curls at the base of her flat little belly that invariably captured her attention. A sigh escaped her then, the reasons behind her uneasy frame of mind beginning to trickle from her memory bank to her conscious. A cold little chill crept upward along the smooth hollow of her back, with the abrupt concern for Caesar's welfare commanding her thoughts. Had he gotten through the night unharmed? Or, God forbid, was it possible that one of the sentries... or Link Morgan... even Mark, might have shot and... and killed him? Oh God, no... she wouldn't let herself even think of such a horror being a reality! What was it Granny Obert had said? "They won't catch him, stop him, shoot him... and neither will they drive him off!" Again, Jean sighed. Somehow, the recall of the near-century old woman's words seemed to soothe her anxiety. Anyway, both Mark and Steve would be coming home shortly and she would know first-hand all of the particulars the night had wroght. Though, even if her beautiful animal-lover had managed to safely evade them, only a part of her mental strain would be relieved. There was still the intense strain of Mark and her relationship following her unbridled episode with Caesar the night before last. Jean's mind filled retrospectively with the unashamed wantoness she hadn't tried to hide as she'd given herself to the massive animal's love-making right before her husband's incredulous eyes. God, she hadn't been able to help herself, and he might have killed Mark had she not, the beautiful brute had been that jealous! She thought these things as she slipped into her robe, a fluttering of sensual excitement gnawing in her belly at the memory of Mark uncontrollably losing his own composure and crawling onto the bed to let her suck him while Caesar had fucked into her so powerfully from behind! God, she had never done anything like that before in her entire life, but she'd hoped to do it again and again... it had been so wonderful, giving herself fully to both of her lovers at the same time! And then, yesterday morning, she had seen the affected expression in Mark's eyes and on his handsome face, her blissful expectations crumbling in wistful guilt. From that moment, the tension between them had been unmistakable. Had Carol and Steve not arrived on schedule, the blond-haired young wife dreaded to think of the extent her husband's jealous contempt might have taken them. God, she loved Mark, wanted to live her lifetime loving him with every ounce of strength she had, and in the two-months of their marriage she felt certain she'd proved that! She had never bargained for the mysterious appearance of the handsome wild brute that had saved her from a vicious gang-rape, only to crawl up on her kneeling body from behind and bring her fulfilled sensual pleasure the likes of which Mark couldn't... at least, hadn't. W-Was it any wonder that she'd fallen under his mesmerizing animal-spell? He wasn't just a fierce, wild beast... he was Caesar, and she would always unashamedly love him! Jean walked to the single bathroom the little two-bedroom, countryish home boasted, clicking the lock softly behind her and removing her robe. She seated herself daintily on the toilet-seat, her young mind rehashing to the delicate trickle of her relief. She was so thankful for Carol and Steve's presence in the house. It was her and Mark's first trial since their marriage, and God knows, it was not a normal one, but she sensed that their closest friends being there was going to help. At least, she and Mark couldn't work into a ranting, raving argument. She didn't bother with the usual tissue absorption, but stood, removing her nightie and knotting up her hair, then stepped into the shower, the regulated warm spray invigoratingly restoring her confidence. God, she loved them both so much, she thought, while she almost sensually soaped her soft, white body from force of habit, her mind and hands correspondingly functioning in accord. It would all work out... she felt certain that it would... God, it had to! * * * "That goddamned Morgan... he frightens me," the slight young man with the neatly trimmed red-beard said as he climbed into the car. He tossed his alert green-eyes on the uniformed deputy sheriff who slid beneath the wheel opposite him. "How the hell did he ever get to be Chief of Police in the burg?" Mark Blakely grinned, his greyish-eyes lighting in thought. "Politics, Steve, plain adulterated politics," the tall, chiseled-faced lawman tiredly answered. He set the patrol car into motion, making a misdemeanoring U-turn in the town square. "Too complicated to elaborate on this time of morning. But he's powerful in the valley." "He killed your father, didn't he," Steve said, rather than asked, remembering the shocking event. "An accident," Mark quickly responded. "A hunting accident..." "But there was something between them, wasn't there?" the red-bearded writer pressed. "Didn't your dad beat the crap out of him in the street here, or something?" "They didn't get on," Mark Blakely answered without looking at his friend, making the necessary turns as he moved at a slow speed toward his home. "But they had a fight?" "Yes!" Mark heard himself snap, then caught himself, aware of the edge to his voice. "Dad whipped his ass... and two-weeks later he was dead... by an accidental bullet fired from Link Morgan's rifle." "That sonofabitch... he'd probably even cheat at Monopoly!" Steve Foster derided, lighting a cigarette. Mark couldn't help but snicker at the remark. "You write too much crap for that expose mag you work for, Steve." "Maybe... maybe, but I know a lousy crook when I see one... if that gentle term can qualify such a filthy looking bastard." The slender, bearded writer returned, pulling a note-book and pencil from his breast-pocket to rapidly scribble into. "You think I can get an interview with his niece, Annie? I mean, after all, she was the girl raped by this Caesar brute, that's what my editor wants?" "I think so. Annie's a nice teenaged girl... nothing like her uncle," Mark replied. "She's taken it well this rape horror... goes to school everyday since it happened. Nothing psychological seems to have happened to her." "Maybe she's got sense that huge, ugly bastard doesn't know flows in her veins," Steve said as Mark neared the house. "Maybe. Her own folks were killed in an auto accident near San Diego. She's been in the valley some six-years... a very warm girl." He thought for a moment, knowing what he had in mind. "I might see her in a few hours. I'll see what I can arrange for an interview." "A few hours? Christ, aren't you going to sleep, man?" his red-haired house-guest questioned. Mark forced a smile. Christ, how he'd love to, for about forty-eight hours! But inside him, he knew he couldn't rest, not with the unwanted, jealous rancor that churned there. How the hell did you tell a friend that your wife had gone ape over a dog... a goddamned wild, killer beast? "I... I still have a policing job to do, Steve," he heard himself say in remarkably even tones. "It's a pretty good deal here, and should I blow it, someone is always ready to take my place, eh? Anyway... I intend to have a chat with Annie Purcell this morning. I'll catch her on the way to school, and I'll try to set up an interview for you." "Hey, man, that's great!" Steve said, blowing out smoke. "I mean, I need her story verbatum, you know?" "Sure. Annie's a sweet kid, pretty too. Maybe she'll even let you take pictures. That ought to up your bonus," Mark added. "Like frankencense and myrrh, old buddy!" the red-bearded writer enthusiastically retaliated, scrubbing out his cigarette in the car-ashtray. "I'll call the office and have a flick-boy sent right up!" Mark swung the patrol-car into the yard, the sight of his house and the knowing that Jean was inside, gnawing at his entrails. Christ, he still couldn't believe it! The way she'd given herself to that crazy-wild animal sonofabitch! And sucking his own cock at the same time... goddamn... she'd drained it, swallowing his cum as if it were the last drop on earth! That part had been beautiful, but the other? Damn her! She loved that fucking dog as much as she loved him! And that couldn't be! It just simply couldn't! He'd have to kill him... destroy him... the vicious bastard! It was unbelievable, but true! The goddamned beast claimed women... his very own Jeannie! Granny Obert was right! Oh shit! "Hey, man, let's get some coffee," Steve interrupted his thoughts, climbing from the car. "I'll make it..." "Unless I miss my guess, you won't have to," Mark replied, sliding from beneath the wheel. "Jean will be waiting for us..." * * * For the first time since their marriage, Mark didn't kiss her when he entered the house. Instead, he slumped down into the breakfast booth and waited for her to pour coffee. He barely looked at her and Jean couldn't help but wonder if Steve noticed. If he had, he was being considerately kind in betraying no emotion. "Carol isn't up yet?" he questioned, squeezing into the breakfast nook across from Mark. "I haven't heard a sound from her," Jean replied, pouring his coffee, then her husband's. "Probably exhausted after the long drive up." "I thought sure that she'd be out here wanting to hear more of the weird tale of the horny wild dog who rapes young girls, and his ferocious pack that has a whole country-side up-tight," Steve said with a little grin, bringing out a cigarette. "You make it sound like some sort of jamboree we're sponsoring for a tourist attraction." Mark said, an irritable edge to his tone. "And I assure you, Steve, it isn't." "Hell, guy, I know that," his red-bearded friend quickly replied, applying fire to the white cylinder hanging from his lips. "Maybe, I expected to see too much, or at least hear an eerie, wolf-like howl in the night..." "Be thankful that we didn't," Mark said, sipping from his cup. "Though, I'll tell you, it's when you don't see or hear them that you can be worried. I'd almost lay money that they hit one of the sheep herds while we were cruising the town hour after hour. It's uncanny, the brain in that damned brute..." "You mean, the rape artist, the one they call Caesar?" Steve clarified, and the deputy sheriff nodded without looking up at him or Jean who was occupying herself at the stove, though Mark wondered if she wasn't listening intently to every word they said. "You've actually seen this mythical german shepherd, then?" Steve probed. Mark did look up then, his tired eyes strangely hinting at the unmistakable strain going on behind them. "Yes, I've actually seen him, Steve, and take my word for it, he's no goddamned myth!" Jean swallowed tightly as she lay slices of bacon in a frypan with trembling fingers. A sense of relief had somewhat calmed her tensions at the knowing that her wild-lover continued to cleverly elude his would-be destroyers. But for how long, was the frightening worry tormenting her? Again, she tried to recall Grany Obert's comforting words, as Steve said: "What gets me is how you've managed to keep this zany affair so goddamned isolated newswise. I mean, man, this is front-page, prime-time TV socko, eh?" "Not as difficult as it sounds, Steve," Mark answered. "Crescent Valley has no newspaper of its own. We read the county-seat rag, and fortunately there's no little old ladies here who contribute the social-events to it, or undoubtedly the whole thing would've leaked out by this time. Like I told you on the phone, that's all we need... a flood of news-hawks from the various mediums to drive the whole valley beserk..." "G-Good morning, all," Carol's voice interrupted with a rather uncertain greeting. She wore a tight little smile on her vivacious, ivory-skinned face, her hands shoved deeply into the patch-pockets of her red robe. "Well, there she is," Steve allowed, smiling up at his dark haired, onyx-eyed young wife. "I thought it was odd that you weren't out here to catch the spicy tale of the lurid beast that stalks them thar hills out yonder! Better come over here gal and give yore devil-chasin' mate a kiss on the cheek." Momentarily, Carol hesitated, but only because she still wasn't quite herself yet. From the moment she had awakened from a deep, exhaustive sleep, her mind had immediately filled with the incredibly obscene depravity she had played more than a passive role in only hours before. It had to be an insane, lurid dream, she had naturally concluded, a reactive tremor rippling over the smooth ivory-flesh of her nakedness, and then she had seen the sun-lighted opened window, abruptly raising her upright in bed. In itself, the opening was hardly a convincing factor... but then she found the short strands of dog-hair on the bottom sheet... and several more clinging to the intimate flesh of her inner thighs and on the skin of her stomach! "Well, do I get my kiss or not, gal?" her husband's words jarred her back to the immediate scene. "Of course," she said, pretending drowsiness as she scuffed toward where he sat, though she was vitally awake inside. She bent and kissed him, then lowered herself onto the leather-padded booth beside him, feigning a stifled yawn. "Did you sleep well, Carol?" Jean asked, welcoming the presence of her friend and hoping to change the trend of the conversation. She set a saucer and cup before the raven-haired girl, filling it with steaming coffee. "Like a log," the vivacious brunette answered, already vowed that she would say nothing of her midnight visitor. God, how could she... even if she wanted to? After the way she had seduced him... actually sucked his beautiful dog-cock? A tiny shiver of lewd delight at the memory caused her to visibly tremor, and Jean said: "Are you cold, darling?" "What... cold? Oh... no, no, not really," Carol answered with a light laugh, consciously drawing her robe tighter around her throat. "It's probably this mountain air," Jean said, her smoke-blue eyes intently searching those of her closest friend. She had detected something in the brunette's moment of trembling, not the quiver of her lissome young body as much as the almost erotic expression that had briefly sparkled in her dark revealing eyes, familiarity registering within Jean at the recognition. She swallowed and forced a smile, watching the other look away, as if avoiding her discerning stare. M-My God... was it possible? "Well, tell me about your exploits, Darling?" Carol was saying to her husband, purposely shying from Jean's perceptive gaze. The way she had seemed to look right into her very soul for one brief instant! Damn, had she given herself away? "And toss me one of your cigarettes..." "Not much to tell, Baby. Except for old Mark's insistence, I'd still have to call the whole story a lot of blarney. All we did was ride around town, and meet an ugly bastard named Link Morgan, who did nothing for my appetite," her husband replied, passing her a cigarette and lighting it. "Speaking of appetites, how's breakfast coming, Jean?" Mark questioned his blonde-haired young wife who had returned to the stove. "I've got some things I have to do this morning." "In a minute, honey," she answered, her back to him, and trying to keep this newly added tension from her voice. Her small, slender hands trembled as she broke the eggs into the frypan, her brain racing in a flusteration that bordered on rank jealousy. My God, she had to get a hold of herself! She was judging others by her own lurid acts... yet, he could've come to her window as before! Mark couldn't help but let his confused, tired eyes linger on the voluptuous rear view of Jean's loveliness that even her robe couldn't hide. Christ, he thought, that a goddanmed vicious dog could come between them was absolutely insane! But he couldn't rid himself of the mental picture of her kneeling down slavishly on all fours, bent before the wild canine bastard fucking her from behind, and she thrusting her beautiful, naked ass back at his fucking animal-cock! She'd sucked him though... practically drawn the lining right out of his balls... but would she have done it if that weird sonofabitch hadn't been lacing her out of her mind with his huge driving prick? Shit, he couldn't think straight; he was too frigging tired. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep in days... ever since... "What about the girl who was raped?" Carol was asking Steve. "Didn't the doctor say that the sperm found inside her was definitely animal?" "That's what Mark says. I haven't talked to him... or to anyone really, only Morgan, the Chief of Police." "Well, isn't she his niece?" Carol pursued, catching a sidelong glance of Jean at the stove and wondering if she'd quelled any questioning thoughts her close-friend might be entertaining. Of course, she could always concoct some sort of story to cover if Jean suspected something. Certainly, she'd never believe the truth even if she told it! Who would... a wild sixty-nine orgy with a dog! "... She's his niece, and Doc Emory did confirm the animal sperm," Mark was saying in a near-aggravated voice. "There's no question about the authenticity of the animal, or the rape... or any of the rest of it," he added, looking up at Jean as she spatuled fried eggs onto their plates. "Is there, Jean darling?" Carol looked up to see her friend's eyes avoiding her handsome new husband's intent glare. Momentarily, they glanced at her, as if in sympathetic understanding. "No," Carol watched her mouth form the word. "No... there's absolutely no doubt about any of it!" Caesar 13/18 Caesar Comes, And His Revenge Chapter 13 Mark welcomed the sanctity of his patrol car, the breakfast and hot coffee doing much to restore his energy. Damn, if he could just find it in his heart to forgive his young wife, Jean... but Christ, he couldn't... couldn't! He'd never forget the goddamned wanton expression on her beautiful face when that wild sonofabitch accomplished what he'd yet been unable to do! The vicious brute had stolen her away from him right then and there, though Mark knew she'd probably deny it to her dying day! There was only one way; he had to kill the raping bastard... and even that wasn't going to make her forget him! Irately, the uniformed deputy sheriff slammed the gears through their cycle, forcing his mind to concentrate on other immediate issues at hand. As much as he had his own personal problems, of which the wild-dog pack was playing an unbelievable part, there were other local matters to be looked to, especially the area's drug trouble. The high-school was seemingly saturated with it, and Link Morgan had done nothing concerning the three teenaged pushers Mark had picked up and turned over to the police chief. Though Mark tried never to draw obvious conclusions, Morgan's laxity in bringing the three before the county judge for indictment, plus his refusal to discuss the matter, underscored what he'd feared all along. He hated to believe it, but more and more it began to look as if Link was the supplier behind the young pushers, though to prove the matter might be next to impossible in Crescent Valley. The police chief had the Newells on his side... good old venomous Lydia and her father, and who would buck Aaron Newell... even with him somewhere overseas. On top of that, Mark had already made an unaffordable enemy in the beautiful, auburn-haired whiplash of a daughter who had laid claim to him years back. But what else could he have done only spurn those big, lusty green-eyes? He'd come back to the valley from L.A. married and head-over-heels in love with Jean. His affair with Lydia, which had never been anything more than a lurid diet of sexual variety, was over! Hell, there'd never been any future in it from the beginning. There was no place for him in the wealthy Newell circle. It had always been his stud value, and he'd never tried to fool himself on that score. But Lydia didn't like her playthings taken from her, and she'd made that well known to him several days before. How had she so daintily put it? "You... you sonofabitch... goddamn you, Mark Blakely! I'll have your nuts for this! I swear I will! I'll have your nuts!" Mark's keen, but tired mind diligently worked as he drove, passing the high school and making the proper turns which the long, chestnut-haired Annie Purcell would take in her walk toward the granite-piled structure. He wasn't quite clear in his mind what value would come out of a chat with her, but she'd always been an amiable girl, talkative and eager, and she undoubtedly had at least been exposed to the pot-traffic at school. Anyway, he had to start somewhere, and he'd promised Steve that he'd try to get him an interview with her. His mind was again reverting to chafingly jealous thoughts of Jean and Caesar when he saw the attractive brown-eyed teenager a half-block from her Uncle's house on Cypress street, the warm curves to her shapely young legs first catching his eye, then the miniskirt and white pullover she wore. Drawing closer, he realized that she was obviously braless... the new revolutionary thing... her full, youthful breasts doing an arousing sashay to her every bouncing step. Christ, school had changed since his day. He swallowed, wondering if maybe he shouldn't wait... She saw him and waved. Mark smiled back, responsively easing the Sheriff's car to the curb and stopping, making no motions toward her, yet she swerved from the sidewalk to come and talk with him. "Hi, Mark.. . I-I mean Mr. Blakely... going toward school?" she greeted and asked in one breath, her young white teeth glistening with her smile. "Y-Yes... as a matter of fact, I am," he stammered, her accidental use of his first name surprising him. In the past, it had always been Mr. Blakely. "Come on, I'll drive you... I wanted to talk to you anyway," he added with a little smile of his own. "Ooohhh?" he heard her pleasant girlish voice questioningly fade as she unhesitantly circled the car, that too astonishing him. They had never been that close, though his uniform would probably reassure her. He opened the door for her and she climbed in, making none of the usual demure efforts toward covering her youthfully rounded thighs with the brevity of her mini-skirt. "It's not very often that I get picked up by the handsomest man in town," she said with a light, flirtish air, the pleasing scent of fragrant soap reaching him. Mark uncontrollably grinned as he glided the automobile back into motion, her less than naive coquettishness giving him another start that he hadn't been prepared for. He'd naturally had some experience with these teenaged girls in the course of his official capacity, but he doubted that he'd ever quite get with their casual disregard for the teasingly provocative sexiness they exuded. It was difficult to believe they were unaware of their ripened young charms, though he'd never thought of Annie along those lines, and it suddenly occurred to him that he was either getting old, or blind... or was it that she'd abruptly grown up when he wasn't looking? "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Blakely?" Annie questioned, purposely twisting in the seat so that she faced him, her young sheeningly encased legs nearly touching at the knees, her fully rounded thighs knowingly revealed to him. She saw his handsome, greyish-eyes magnetically rake over them, and a little'quiver of excitement fluttered through her. "I ah... I have a friend here... a writer who'd like to interview you, Annie," he clumsily managed, gluing his eyes to the street ahead with the sight of her curvaceous young thighs mentally branded in his mind. Christ! "Name's Steve Foster and he writes for a national magazine!" "About the dog... Caesar... that night?" she quickly responded, her teenaged, dark eyes innocently absorbing him. "Is that what he wants to know about?" Mark again swallowed, this time more tightly. "Ah... yes, he wants to do an article on the wild-pack, Annie... but that isn't what I wanted to talk to you about... though I'd welcome anything you have to add to that night..." "Oh, there's nothing more. I've told everything. He did it... you know... screwed me, that's all," Annie replied with an outward naivete, her choice of lewd words causing the flesh of his balls to creep! "Well... nearly all... That is, there's one thing that I haven't told anyone, Mr. Blakely, but... but I know I can tell you." He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Wh-What's that, Annie?" he managed, not daring to look her way and be webbed by those luscious young thighs again. "Well... at first I tried to fight him," she said, speaking in a childishly soft, sultry voice that he could never know she had painstakingly rehearsed before a mirror. But then, she excitedly thought, there had been many things that had happened to her since Caesar, hadn't there? And Uncle Link had introduced her to them all... or nearly all... "At first I did... until I realized that it was no use, and then... then, I gave up! I-I let him do it... even helped by pushing myself back at him! D-Does that make me sound like some sort of d-depraved girl, myself? I-I mean... the way some people look at me..." Christ almighty, Mark thought, driving right past the high school toward the Ranch Road; he was getting a gnawing hard-on at the sound of her voice and the lewd story she was telling him. He couldn't help but think of his own wife, Jean, naked and kneeling before the huge german shepherd, and the brute's thrusting cock driving her right out of her skull! Shit, could this inexperienced teenaged girl be expected to do less? "Listen," he hoarsely rasped, forcing the unwanted memories of his young wife and the mounted dog ramming his feral animal-cock up between the smooth grinding cheeks of her naked buttocks from his mind! "Listen, there's no one in this town who can look down on you, Annie! You put that right in the forefront of your mind, eh? Try to understand that these are uneducated, almost ignorant folk who don't know any better. They're not really to blame... anymore than you were for what happened!" "I-I've tried that, Mr. Blakely," she softly replied, gazing downward toward her candidly exhibited legs in an accomplished gesture, fiery sensations already tingling hotly through her at the sudden realization of their being out on the Ranch Road and well passed the school! It... it could happen... if she were clever enough! But God... did she dare? Mark Blakely... wow, he was so handsome! "Honest... I've tried... even thought of them not knowing any better... ignorant, as you say, but..." she looked up at him, her flashing dark eyes rounded in question, "but even uneducated people know about fucking, don't they?" She might have shoved a white-hot, searing iron right between his legs, Mark headily reeled at her casual use of the graphic four-letter word, his swollen hardness jerking noticeably inside his pants-front! Goddamn, what was he doing out here in the hills with her, anyway? He'd momentarily lost his head, that was what! The fresh young feminine fragrance of her, and her wide-eyed innocent use of lurid words, say nothing of the way she was displaying her thighs all the way up to her panties to him, had lustfully set his blood-thumping cock into doing his thinking for him! Shit, he must be growing more senile than old Granny Obert... and he was in a thing over Jean's orgy with Caesar? What the hell was he stupidly contemplating but statutory rape! Goddamn... he could see the white nylon crotchband of her panties snugly hugging the puffy little pubic mound between her lush, teenaged thighs! "Well, don't they Mr. Blakely?" she persisted. "Y-Yeah... sure, Annie... of course they know," he stammered, tearing his eyes from between her youthfully firm legs and beginning to look for a place to turn around. He had to get hold of himself! His resistance was at low-ebb from lack of sleep. His brain was grogged and his angered, slowly stiffening prick was lecherously attempting to make his decisions for him! Was that the way it'd been with Jeannie the first time? Christ, the narrow wisp of satiny whiteness caressing the fleshy swell between her rounded, full, young thighs was searingly imprinted in his roused brain! "D-Don't worry, it'll all work out for you, Honey..." Honey! He'd called her Honey... and there was no doubt about that swelling in his pantleg and the way it'd jerked when she'd used the word, fucking! God, it looked as big, or bigger than Uncle Link's! Not that it mattered how big it was! She knew she'd love it inside her if it were no larger than her little finger! Mark Blakely! He was so handsome... and her pussy was getting so tingly wet! How... how was she going to manage it? She said: "Wh-What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Blakely?" I'd tell you anything... anything!" Holy Christ, there wasn't any question, Mark's nearly exhausted intelligence screamed! She, this devilish little teenage pricktease, was laying it on the line before him! He couldn't help but think of Lydia Newell's flagrant lust that had been his real indoctrination! Damn, was Annie blindly gearing toward being another Lydia? He tried to think of his wife, Jeannie, anything that would restore a measure of needed reason, but the mere thought of his voluptuous, blonde bride brought Caesar into the mental picture, coupled to her with his huge, imbedded animal-cock, and a vengeful rage boiled inside him! "W-What do you know about the pot in school?" he threw at her, almost hoping that she would get angry and bring the whole trouble-heading scene to an end right there. "What do you want to know?" the teenager questioned, inching closer to him along the seat. "The pushers... who are they?" Mark snapped. "Leo Vincent, Corky and Billy White... but they haven't been to school in a few days," she quickly answered. "No one's seen them... like as if they disappeared." Mark licked at his thin lips. They were the three he had picked up and turned over to Link Morgan. "Has the traffic died down?" "It's dead, Mr. Blakely. You can't buy a joint at school right now," she answered, slowly slipping her arm around the back-rim of his seat as she slithered tightly against him. "Who's the source... do you know?" he managed, sensing the warm weight of her arm behind him and the delicate play of her fingers at the back of his neck. Jesus Christ, he'd been so right... so right! She was offering all that ripe, youthful loveliness to him to fuck right now if he wanted it! Annie swallowed, her young throat as tight as a drum. She knew... yes, she knew... and she'd barter the information for his making love to her if it were necessary! But... but Uncle Link would kill her if he ever found out! He would... he'd kill her for even thinking of taking her panties off for his enemy, Mark Blakely! It wasn't the same as before she'd begun to incestuously sleep with him; she hardly had any privacy or secrets anymore. He made her suck him every night before he ate her pussy and fucked her, and he never forgot to tell her that he'd skin her alive if she made a mistake! "l-I can't tell you that, Mark!" she hoarsely exclaimed. "Please... please don't ask me! J-Just be nice to me, Mr. Blakely please? I-It isn't easy being me right now... little Annie Purcell... the sweet young girl that, that dog, Caesar, raped... with everyone in the Valley looking down at me..." Whether it was the pathetic tone of her child-like voice, or her self-pitying words that reached him, Mark would never know, anymore than he could understand the reasoning behind his own sudden, stupidly impulsive statement: "Damnit, I told you about these ignorant yokels! What do you think they'd say if they knew that goddamned wild brute had fucked my wife... and more than once, too?" Annie gaped at his tormented, handsome profile. "Y-You're kidding... you're kidding me... Mr. Blakely!" she tremored; his own use of the wild-word hotly inciting her. "I wish to hell I were!" he choked, swinging into the mouth of a dirt lane that led to a deserted quarry and coming to a skidding halt. He rammed the gears into reverse, then turned to gape at inch-distance into the attractive young face crowding his. "I sure wish to hell I were, Annie... but I'm not! It's true, and everytime I think of it I'm ready to flip!" "Wait... don't back up!" the long-haired teenager pleaded in a throaty whisper. "Please, Mr. Blakely... don't back up... Keep going... drive up into the quarry..." she hissingly pleaded, her sweet young breath hot against his cheek. And then he felt her other small hand's electrifying contact with the tensed muscle of his thigh, beginning to caress warmly as it moved with pointed intention toward the jerking rod of hardness straining at his pants front! "Maybe I can make you feel better... ease the ache inside you,... at least... draw the fire out of this for you!" "Christ!" he lurchingly swore to the hot, encircling pressure of her small palm and fingers suddenly grasping the thickened hardness of his throbbing cock inside his pants. "D-Do you know what you're saying... doing, Annie?" he rasped at her, his fired brain spinning like the vanes on a windmill, while her delicate young hand began to knowingly trace the outline of his long rigid prick with unbelievably skilled fingers! "Yes... yes, of course I know, Mr. Blakely! Can't you tell by my hand on your cock?" she lewdly whispered, then possessively clutched it as she pressed forward, crushing the resilient young flesh of one full, bra-less breast against his tensed arm and kissed his cheek with warm, wet lips. "Please, Mr. Blakely... please? Do it to me... I want you to! Fuck me... do anything you want to me... just let me make you happy!" He couldn't have moved at that moment had he wanted to! Her lithe, young body hotly pressed against him, her yielding, teenaged breast searing the muscled-flesh of his arm right through his shirt-sleeve, but it was her youthful little hand caressing his throbbing cock that was tearing him up inside! Her lustful plea with its lewd words screamed in his tired skull and he knew he was rapidly losing any resistance to her that he might have had! Still, he made one last effort... "Damnit, Annie... I can't! You're just a... a child... a little girl for Christ's sake!" "Oh God!" the chestnut-haired teenager gasped, suddenly grasping his big hand in the small one that had been eagerly stroking his thickly pulsating hardness. She'd never accept no for an answer now! She was so hot and wet between her legs! Excitedly, she guided his strong hand to the naked smooth flesh beneath her sweater, until the tiny hardened nipple of one full rounded young breast was pressing into its palm! Then she sensually whispered: "Does that feel like a little girl's tit to you, Mr. Blakely?" "Christ!" he choked, stalling the car as he twisted in the seat to pull her tightly against him, his mouth finding her lushly opened young lips and his tongue thrusting hotly between them! Shit, he was lost! He was going to fuck her if it meant twenty-years in prison! He couldn't help himself, he knew as he squeezed and kneaded the firmly overflowing flesh of her warm, teenaged breast in his lecherously working hand! But goddamn, he better get off this well-traveled road before someone came along and saw them!" * * * Someone had already seen them, but Mark Blakely had no way of knowing that. Lydia Newell sat beautifully astride the big bay, enjoying her morning ride as she skirted the perimeter of the A and B's vast south range following the canyon-rim trail that afforded a panoramic view of the entire valley. She saw his patrol car, recognizing it from its black and white markings. A sensation of excitement rippled through her, quickly followed by another of dismay at the thought of the distance separating them. By horse-trail, he was at least six-miles off... unless he doubled back along the old range-road! If he did, she could easily intercept him near the creek... and that could prove damned interesting. She might even forgive him for his bastardly trick the other day of just cumming in her mouth and leaving her unsatisfied down between her legs, providing he was properly sorry and took good care of her today. God knows, she could certainly stand a goodly piece of her ex-lover's viriley-hardened cock this morning... or any morning for that matter! She reined the bay to a halt and pulled field-glasses from the saddle-bag she always carried. And then a further feeling of disappointment gnawed at her belly as she saw his patrol car turn into the entranceway of the old quarry road and stop. He was turning around... Damn him! The stately, auburn-haired girl fixed the glasses to her eyes and adjusted them. She could make-out Mark inside, but not too distinctly. Damn! He wasn't alone... there was a girl with him! Frantically, she adjusted and re-adjusted the glasses, but as powerful as they were, she couldn't identify the girl's features... only that the two of them were suddenly embracing, and she didn't have Jean Blakely's honey-blonde hair! The sonofabitch! The car was moving, but not turning around! He was heading toward the old quarry, another mile on top of the half-dozen that separated them! Damn him... goddamn her, whoever she was... and little Lydia was going to find that out, even if she had to watch for them coming back! * * * Mark had given up all effort toward fighting the lecherous drive eating heatedly at his churning loins. He found a parking place between the excavated pit-wall and dilapitated stone-crusher, backing into it, quickly cutting the car's engine then grasping and pulling Annie to him. She whimpered as he ran his hungry hand beneath her sweater, hotly clutching at the resilient young flesh of her naked breasts, his open mouth glued to hers, their wet, simmering tongues darting and lashing in mounting sexual fervency. "Oh Christ, Annie... this is wrong... crazy!" he hissed, holding her tightly to him while his big hand continued to the swollen warm flesh of her full, satin-soft breasts. He caught the tiny, hardened buds of their marble-like nipples between his squeezing fingers, pulling and rolling them again and again to make her gasp into his mouth as he wetly tongue-fucked into it. Then, panting like the satyr he felt he was, he raised his head and gaped down into her enticing young face. "But I don't give a goddamn... not if you don't, Honey! If my wife can let a dog fuck her, then I can fuck you can't I?" "Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Blakely darling!" the teenager passionately moaned, clinging tightly to him. "You can do anything you want to me... or tell me what you want me to do to you! I'll suck it for you... let it cum all up in my mouth and swallow it if that's what you want, Lover! Anything, Mark... only don't make me wait any longer! Let's... let's get naked... I want to see your cock!" In a surge of blinding lust the likes of which Mark couldn't remember ever claiming him, he pulled at his clothing, simultaneously watching the voluptuous teenaged girl beside him tug the white pullover sweater from her lovely upper body, the actual sight of her fully rounded, white young breasts in their naked youthful beauty causing his swollen cock to jerk achingly in his pants. Their tiny, cherry-like nipples were as hard as pebbles, and the mounds of silk-smooth flesh quivered and swayed provocatively to her nearly frenzied stripping away of her clothing. He watched the tiny skirt disappear, then her panty-hose, and finally the wispy nylon bikini panties that unveiled the sparsely growing curls of her young teenage pussy-lips, the most lust-enticing sight he could ever remember gaping at. She started to move toward him, her dark young eyes hungrily fastened on his towering, rock-hard cock, but he held out his hand to restrain her, clutching and pressing simultaneously against the soft give of her full, sensuously formed breast. "I want to hold it, kiss it... suck it, Mr. Blakely!" the naked young girl hotly whimpered as he pressed her backward until she was lying back against the corner of the back of the seat and the door, one foot up on the cushion, the other on the floor. Her curvaceous, smooth young legs were lewdly spread open to him, the whiteness of her full, rounded thighs and belly contrasted by the dark silken curls of her sparsely curling pubic hair! He could readily see the thin pink crevice her blood-flushed cunt-lips were trying to conceal between, his aching cock responsively jerking upward with an almost painful series of throbs at the lust-wetting sight! Go on, Jean, fuck your cheatin' little cunt back at the sonofabitch! If that's what you want, fuck your ass back at him 'till you whelp like a bitch! he insanely balanced. And this is what I'll do... "Oh... oh Mr. Blakely, lover!" Annie moaned, clutching at his head as he lurched forward between her widespread, warmly trembling young thighs, feeling his lifting of her legs and drawing them back for him to give him the greater access to her naked cunt that she knew he wanted. She stroked at his tousled hair, sensing his hands wedging beneath the rounded moons of her taut young buttocks and drawing her further down the seat, his handsome face suddenly nuzzling into the wet, fire-filled intimacy of her eager loins! Christ! The sweet, fresh youthful aroma of it alone was enough to make him cum, Mark inwardly reasoned, staring lecherously at the bewitching spectacle of her snugly clenching little cuntal lips and the lustrous dark curl of thinly sprouting pubic hair encircling it! He moved closer, thrust out his tongue and drew it slipperily from the base of her tightly clasping pussy-slit up to the very tip of her excitedly jerking clitoris, spreading open the fleshy, blood-engorged lips like a burning, pointed scoop, sweeping over the intricate, naked flesh of her sensitive inner-secrets with satyrical aggressiveness. "Oh... ooohhhhhhh God!" Annie groaned sensually, her whole youthfully excited body nakedly trembling beneath his erotically flicking tongue. "Darling! Ooohhh... you're wonderful! Yess... do it! Eat my cunt, Mr. Blakely! Ooohhh... I want to suck your cock while you lick me there... swallow your cum... please... please turn around for me!" Her unbelievable, wanton plea scraped and lashed at his lust-governed brain, and as much as he wanted to shove his aching cock right down her teenaged throat, he fought it! Instead, he licked several more times through the hot, wet deliciousness of her hungrily clenching young cunt, then raised up over her, crawling intentionally forward. "Another time, Baby... not today! I'm going to fuck you... so reach down between your legs and put it where it belongs! Mr. Blakely's going to fuck you now, Annie!" "Ooohhh... yesss... all right, darling, whatever you say!" the whimpering teenager passionately moaned. "Fuck me, Mr. Blakely, darling... fuck me good!" she hissed, grasping the length of his probing cock down between them and seating it's swollen head at the tiny pulsating lips of her wetly waiting vaginal mouth! "Do it... do it, Mark! Fuck me 'till I scream... please!" * * * The bay was tiring. She'd pushed the beast too far, especially on an uncertain, downhill trail. She should have ridden the sorrel, he was a much surer-footed animal on this type of terrain. But then, she hadn't expected to catch her ex-lover in a clandestine encounter, had she? The sonofabitch! The way he'd walked away from her after she'd sucked him off! Professing deep love for that simple-headed, little blonde haired wife of his! And here he was out in the hills with some other cunt! Damn her soul! Who could it be? She had to know... because no one took a girl into the old quarry like he had, unless he was going to fuck her! Oh, the pretentious bastard! He was going to pay for this, and so was his blonde little lovely bride, but she had to know who the girl with him was... had to! "Goddamn you, Dante, move... move!" Lydia snapped, gouging her spurs into the big animal's flanks and causing it to buckingly react. "Move, you sonofabitch!" she spat, viciously yanking the reins as they moved down the slope. "I want to see the face of that bitch with him!" * * * Mark had no more than wormed his long, thick length of hardened cock-flesh into the tight wet sleeve of her hotly clutching pussy-channel when the curvaceous teenager began to nakedly writhe and squirm beneath him, obscenely thrusting her smooth rounded young hips and buttocks up at his impaling cock with frenzied strokes, accompanied by passion-filled whimpers and gasping little cries! "Oh God... oh God... oh God!" she moaned, heaving her young delectable loins in an immediate fury upward at his pulsating cock slithering into her tightly clinging cunt. "Oh Darling, it's so big... it fills my hot little hole right up to my belly! Aaahhhh... give it to me... Mr. Blakely! Fuck me hard with it! Yesss... like that... ooohhh, I want to see! I want to see!" Shit, he was going to go right out of his goddamned head! The flaming velvety flesh of her childish vagina was wetly grasping and nursing his aching hardness like a gripping butter-coated hand, the frenzy of their fucking filling the car with flat fleshy slapping sounds! From the very first stroke, he felt his sperm-coated balls thudding hard down against her tiny, puckered anus as they wedged between the ovaled white moons of her wide-spread ass-cheeks! He lifted himself to allow her the lewd view she wanted, his eyes fixing on her firm, teenaged breasts that were quivering like some delicious, white gelatinous substance with his every jarring fuck up into her! She raised her head and gaped down between them as did he, the sight of his long, thick cock moistly vanishing inside the wide stretched, curl-ringed mouth of her young pink cunt causing her to gasp out in sensual desire! "Oh... oohhh... I'm going to cum, Mr. Blakely! Yesss... cummmmiinnngg!" she wailed, wrapping her smooth, naked legs around his back and spiraling her quivering young cuntal muscles up onto his charging cock like an acrobat shinnying a pole! Wildly, she fucked and squealed beneath him, her voluptuous young-girl body quaking and jerking in the throes of her orgasm, her yielding, naked flesh clinging as if she were welded to him! Chrisi, he couldn't stop now! He hoped she'd understand... not go into some up-tight fit because she'd cum... and then she half-screamed: "Oh... ooohhh... sweet fucker... I'm cuummniiinnggg agaaiinnn!" Mark felt her long, young nails gouging the hard flesh of his arms, shoulders and ribs as she trembled and spasihed around the length of his aching, buried cock plunging into the receptive, wet hole between her wide-spread, teenaged legs! Once more, she let out a banshee-like cry and he knew she was cumming again! Jesus Christ, she was a real nympho! No doubt about it, he thought wildly! The luscious little bitch was a nympho! Go ahead, Jeannie, get fucked by your goddamned Caesar... or any other dog you take a notion to! I'll take this little wanton nympho to even the score! Go ahead... go ahead! Lustfully, he looked down between their wetly perspiring bodies to see the hot, pink flesh of her glistening inner-cunt clinging tightly to the moistly glistening hardness of his pistoning cock when he fucked back out of her! Christ, it was like pink, delicately spun sugar-candy sucking hungrily at his heavily veined shaft of long, thick rigidity, the silken, hair-fringed mouth of her youthful little pussy-hole feverishly clenching it and holding it deep up inside her! Like the lecher he knew that he was, Mark fucked harder, sensing the hot, liquid delicacy of her young, tender belly eagerly swallowing the turgid head of his pulsing cock! She whimpered, but never pulled away from him even a fraction as he increased the rapidity and intensity of his strokes into her lasciviously upthrusted, young cunt! "Oh God, Mr. Blakely... darling... lover... we'll do this again, won't we?" Annie whimpered. "Again and again? Ooohhh... you fuck into me so wonderful! I love you! Oooohhh... I've got to suck it... taste your cum, Darling! Oooohhhh Godddd, I'm going to again... yesss... nowwwww!" Insanely, she clung to him, her curvaceous teenaged legs locked tightly with her ankles up over his back, her youthful loins smacking fleshily up against his as she undulated wildly her smoothly grinding hips and buttocks, making her cuntal-channel wetly massage his burning hard cock in a lewd, salacious churning act that caused his cum-filled balls to signal the end! "Christ!" he choked. "Oh Christ! I... I'm going toooo!" Frantically, she began to writhe and lurch in under him, her small hands pressing against his strongly pumping hips as if she were fighting him! "No! No, God... not this way! Please?" she pleaded, her youthful strength forcing his heavily pulsating cock out of her tightly locked young cuntal passage as she seemed to withdraw herself down into the soft give of the car seat! "Crawl up over me, Mr. Blakely! I want it in my mouth! Shoot it in my mouth, Darling! I want to suck it... swallow it... please?" Mark didn't struggle, but let her manipulate him above her until he was practically sitting on the soft white cushions of her young resilient tits, the bubbling pool of hot sperm raging in the bloated vat of his balls blinding him to all but the desperate urgency of shoving his jerking cock back into her anyplace! Almost frenziedly, she grasped its thick, moistened base, pulling the heavy foreskin back as far as it would go, and nibbling her roundly ovaled lips up over the swollen, purplish head that was still glistening wetly from her cuntal secretions! Little purling mewls and humming sounds of intense passion arose in her throat, vibrating the length of his long, impatiently jerking hardness as she began to feverishly tongue and suck it! She cupped his jism- filled balls in her small, hot hands, gently levering them in a to-and-fro motion to the rhythm of her back-and-forth head movement, making him wildly understand what she wanted! "Oh shit!" Mark choked, beginning to thrust his pelvis forward and fuck in and out of the hot, moist shelter of her hungrily enveloping young mouth! "Suck it, you luscious little cunt! Suck it... suck it hard... and any second now... it's going to fill that soft warm belly of yours with a big flood of cum!" "Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Annie passionately moaned in her obscenely positioned nakedness, eagerly massaging and milking his heavy sperm-bloated balls with her youthfully clutching hands as she tried to work his thickly pistoning cock further and further into her voraciously sucking mouth and throat! And then, it happened! He was riding the full, rounded mounds of her swollen young breasts with his lewdly churning ass-cheeks, and watching the pink inner-flesh of her lushly ovalled lips clinging hotly to his moving cock when he withdrew it from her mouth in the backstroke. Then suddenly, in the midst of it all, he felt her slender middle finger tenderly slipping up into his rectum all the way to the palm of her hand! "Oh Christ!" he gasped and swore when she began to expertly rotate it around inside and massage the sensitive, rubbery depth "Ooooohh... that did it, Baby... I'm cummmmniiinnggg! Suck it hard you cocksucking little bitch!" Mark writhed his hips furiously, watching her pretty young cock-contorted face, the lips sucking slavishly, his cock hardening ever greater with the presence of the needle-like stream of white hot sperm rushing the full length of it! It burst as the young girl beneath him vaguely heard him mouthing obscenities, his jerking cock gushing forth thick jets of his pungent tasting cum, flooding deep into her impatiently waiting mouth and throat! She felt her cheeks ballooning and contracting almost to the bursting point as she swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her thinly stretched lips tightly around his spasming hardness and sucking furiously, while his massive resevoir of wetly gushing cum continued to squirt down into her mouth and his hands clutched at her head, pulling her face harder up onto his wildly spewing prick! The ecstasy of it was even greater than she had imagined it would be, and at the first hot pungent taste of his love-juice her own climax had been triggered again! Every muscle of her nakedly writhing young body contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of rapture convulse one last time through her insatiably jerking loins and belly! And then, his wonderful cock began to grow limp in her still hungrily sucking little mouth, until gradually there remained nothing but near exhaustion and wonder between them. Breathing heavily, Mark climbed off of her obscenely sprawled young nakedness, the sight of her lush teenaged lips and chin glistening with the warm, wet whiteness of his sperm sending a contemptible wave of self-loathing surging through him for what he had done to the young high school girl. But to Annie, who was slowly raising herself up in the seat, her young eyes lovingly fixed on the naked, handsome lover beside her, there was only wonder... if and how soon could she make it happen with Mr. Blakely again! Caesar 14/18 Caesar Comes, And His Revenge Chapter 14 In nothing short of lynx-eyed rage, Lydia Newell wasted no time in reaching the Crescent Valley Police Chief by telephone. Nor did she mince words with the barrel-chested official in conveying to him what she thought of his "little whore niece!" "What the hell, Lydia, I-I can't believe it!" Link Morgan stammered in immediate jealous anger. He'd been sitting behind the scarred desk in his grubby Town-Hall office, staring idly at the half-empty bourbon-bottle he'd been nursing, while lecherously contemplating the tightly rounded, naked young ass of his dead sister's daughter whom he'd so patiently been schooling in the sinful skills of incestuous sex. The jangling phone had interrupted his lust-whetting thoughts, but the irritation in his voice quickly faded when Aaron Newell's fire-eating daughter bitterly unloaded on him! Goddamn, he couldn't believe it... Annie and Mark Blakely? The little two-timing hot-box. "Y-You're sure, girl... I mean?" "Don't show your stupidity, Morgan! I don't make mistakes! You ought to know that!" she gnashed into his ear, causing him to momentarily jerk the receiver away. "I saw when they went in, then left the old quarry... and I doubt like hell that they were hunting for fossils! But that's neither here nor there! You listening?" "Y-Yeah, sure, Lydia! I'm hearing every word!" the red-faced police officer obediently replied, his mean eyes vindictively glaring with the thoughts of what he would do to the unthankful little cunt for this! And Blakely, the sonofabitch, he'd hang him in the bargain! "I know what you're thinking, but forget it!" the snapping voice of the auburn-haired girl intuitively ordered. "We're doing this my way, just as we planned! Understand?" "Right, right... your way, Lydia," Morgan quickly agreed, though his own vengeful thoughts were far from forgotten. "Just name the time..." "Tonight, if I can inveigle Jean Blakely out here to the ranch... and unless I've lost my grip, you can count on it," Lydia advised, her words reaching him in an almost serpentine hiss. "I'll call you back to verify everything within an hour or so. I want Mark Blakely's balls tacked right up over my bed, Link, you undrerstand?" "Right... I know! You can count on me!" Morgan answered in a half-drunken, private viciousness of his own. "I better be able to! Get the camera equipment ready, and don't forget... the acid, eh?" she schemingly reminded. "We'll catch the whole scene on film, then select after... but remember, keep my face out of it, Buster! Do what ever you want with the rest of me." "Right," Link said, lustfully grinning at the prospective thought. "Don't worry, Honey, they'll be pictorial gems..." "Okay, okay... I can just imagine what's going through that lecherous brain of yours. You just sit there and think about it until I call you and verify that it's on... and don't come out here staven drunk," the valley's richest and most powerful bachelorette warned. "Or I might just have two pair of balls hanging over my bed!" * * * Steve was up for lunch, then away on his quest for story material, leaving Jean and Carol to rattle uneasily around the small house. Both girls sensed the unwanted strain between them, but neither could put a finger on the actual crux of the other's reasoning. While Mark, who had come home shortly before noon in a miserable, untalkative mood, slept in the guest-room, the once inseparable girls attempted to patiently overcome the secretive barrier which had pitted them against one another. Though they both unwittingly shared the identical, sensuous desire for Caesar's animal-affections, neither could openly admit to it for what each felt were obvious, debasing reasons. Instead, they drank coffee, warmly fumbling through memories and people from times passed, while their young female brains privily filled at every chance with thoughts and reveries of their incredible dog-lover. Once, Jean in her flusterated jealousy, had been sorely tempted to come right out with it! She just had to know if her wild darling had come looking for her last night! But just as she was about to broach the question, the telephone intervened, and Carol, dreadingly suspecting a prying interrogation from her dearest friend, had welcomed the interruption with a sigh of relief. In fact, while Jean talked, the raven-haired girl had risen from the couch and poured herself a cognac from the cocktail table... "I... I don't know what you mean," Jean was saying into the phone, her apparently troubled words reaching Carol as she recapped the bottle, then tugged the hem of her sweater down over her slacks. There was a tightness in Jean's voice that her friend readily recognized, the latter returning to the davenport as she listened intently, yet really not meaning to eavesdrop... "... About Mark, you say? What about him, Miss Newell? All right, then Lydia, but we've never met... I see... Yes, it's quite obvious what you're implying, but I don't think I'm inter... You're not being very nice!... Yes, yes, she's the Chief of Police's niece... I don't believe it!... This... this morning?... That doesn't mean that they!... Well... what time?... The A and B on the Ranch Road, isn't it?... All right... what time, again? Eight... Yes... I promise, I won't tell a soul... but you better be damned well right, Miss Newell!" Carol sipped at her cognac. Something was definitely not right, and it certainly had to do with Mark. The expression on Jean's face as she recradled the telephone would have portrayed that had she not overheard the one-sided conversation. Ordinarily, Carol thought, she could and would put forth the questioning probe; they had always been that close. But after the thing both of them had been carefully weathering all morning, how could she? Jean returned to the couch forcing a strained, pinched smile. "Lord, I'm sorry, Carol, but I have an overlooked engagement this evening. These small towns," she managed, nervously picking up her coffee-cup. "If it isn't a school thing, the local Woman's Club manages to get some fund raising program going, and of course because of Mark's position, I'm always expected to attend." "I understand, Dear," Carol sympathised. "I just poured myself a cognac. Would you like one?" "Yes... yes, I think I need something," Jean replied, her mind filled with Lydia Newell's shocking conversation, though she didn't believe a word of the girl's accusation concerning Mark and Annie Purcell that very morning! But what else had she meant by "choice information relative to your husband"? God, the wealthy girl's spiteful tone had actually unnerved her! That Mark had undoubtedly had some sort of love-life before their hasty courtship and marriage came as no surprise to Jean, and it may well have been with Lydia Newell... but little, teenaged Annie Purcell? She couldn't believe that... "Wh-What? I'm sorry Carol, I wasn't listening," the young blonde wife startledly responded. "What did you say?" "I asked if you'd like some water with this cognac, Honey?" "No... no thank you... I'll pour it into my coffee," Jean said, leaning forward and offering a smile. "Coffee royale... I love them, don't you?" Slowly, Carol re-approached the couch, then lowered herself, adding the cognac to Jean's coffee. "Maybe... maybe, you'd like me to go along with you tonight, Honey... you know, so that you can get away early..." "No! No... That is, it's one of those personal invitation affairs, Carol," Jean, with her forced little smile, advised. "I'm terribly sorry to walk off on you like this, but I don't know what else I can do, Darling..." "I understand, Jean. Don't worry about Steve and me. We'll be here when you get back," Carol assured, patting her friend's hand. "Just... just don't be too long." "Oh, I won't... I won't..." Caesar 15/18 Caesar Comes, And His Revenge Chapter 15 Jean could cry. Mark had left the house without a word to her. She'd wanted so much to discuss Lydia Newell's phone conversation with him, and especially give him the opportunity to say something concerning Annie Purcell that would clarify the auburn-haired girl's malicious intimations. God knows, it wasn't that she'd readily believe such vicious gossip, nor wanted in the least to doubt his fidelity... but not even a word! She'd never seen him so close-mouthed, so guiltily ignoring her! The lovely, honey-blonde young wife could hardly believe it when he'd slammed the bedroom door between them, his heavy footfalls pounding along the hallway until the outside house-door closed and his patrol car started up! Dear God, what would Carol and Steve think? And then she remembered that she didn't have to worry about them, they'd gone out for dinner. Well, she could be thankful for that, at least. The unexplainable shame of their strained marriage after only two-months would be unbearable! At first, she'd felt certain that his embittered attitude had been because of her uncontrollable, wanton orgy with Caesar, but after listening to Lydia Newell and the way he had stormed out on her, she was no longer so sure. Even so, and regardless of what he'd done, didn't he realize that she would forgive him? God, she loved him so much... but... but she loved her Caesar, too! Confused and nearly in tears, Jean dressed. She hardly knew what Lydia Newell expected of her, forgetting whether she'd been invited to dinner or not. Mark's actions had upset her so. Nevertheless, she had to go... had to know more no matter how horrible it would be... and she dressed accordingly, the striking Lydia Newell's emphatic statement constantly repeating itself in her mind: "It's time you learned a few things about your handsome husband, Jean darling... and don't tell a soul that you're coming here!" What else could she do but agree? Nor had she broken her word. Though she couldn't quite understand the insistence for such sworn secrecy, Lydia's emphasis of it had, and was, almost clamily intriguing her. What more could the wealthy girl add to what she'd already implied that demanded such a furtive meeting? God... had she made some horrible mistake in marrying Mark... and even if she had, what could she do? She loved him so much... so much! * * * After she'd securely concealed Link Morgan in his strategic spot in her bedroom clothes-closet, taken a long look at the harmless appearing little sugar-cube on the serving tray, Lydia Newell entered the luxuriously furnished front-room of their ranch house with an almost evil, lust-tugging smile playing about her sensual mouth. It had occurred to her that Jean Blakely did... actually did! The voluptuous blonde delight closely resembled her ex-roommate at college... resembled her to a striking T! And what erotic hours they had spent together! Of course, Ann had been made-to-order lesbian material from her parental situation, but who was to say this gorgeous creature was any different? God, wouldn't that be an unexpected pleasure though! Actually, the tiniest leanings would be enough, regardless of whether she knowingly, or unknowingly, acknowledged them; the acid, with proper suggestiveness, would quickly bring them to the surface! Damn, it'd been a long time since she'd enjoyed those intoxicating games, hadn't it? The idea was more than slightly invigorating, especially with it producing all the desired results she vindictively sought. One way or the other, she was going to have her "pound of flesh" this night! The curvaceously shaped, auburn-haired girl in her braless, slack ensemble, was in the act of mixing herself a drink when the front bell rang. She smiled, placing the ice-cube filled glass onto the small bar and walked toward the door, enjoyably performing the task of the servants she had dismissed for the evening. "Well... hello, Jean... please come in?" she warmly greeted the enthralling, shoulder-length, blonde-haired lovely in the black, mini-cocktail dress, her raking green-eyes immediately dropping from the revealing cleavage of smoothly firmed, white full breasts to the dark nylon-encased beauty of perfectly rounded, lush thighs that tapered downward toward exotic calves and enviable ankles. "I didn't expect that you'd dress so... so enchantingly, Dear. You look absolutely stunning!" "W-Well... thank you," Jean, with widening eyes, replied, surprised at the other's generous compliments. "I wasn't sure whether you had mentioned dinner or..." "Come in and have a drink, Darling," Lydia expertly trimmed her partially asked question short, catching her arm with feminine gentleness and leading her into the vast livingroom toward a couch. "Here... sit down, Honey. This is my favorite nook... more intimate than the rest, I think. What will you have?" "Oh... oh, anything..." Jean answered, carefully seating herself so that her knees were chastely touching, her revealed legs and outer thighs demurely at an angle. She watched the gracefully striking young woman glide away to the corner-bar. It was difficult for her to believe that only hours before, her hostess had almost knifingly insisted that this secret tete-a-tete be held. Appraisingly, Jean let her smoke-blue eyes brush over the other's appealing curves, noting the masculine broadness of shoulder and narrow waist. But the full, voluptuous contours of her rounded hips and buttocks in their silverish, tight-fitting slacks, belied any male influence. And her ovaled, full sweeping breasts, obviously unhampered by a bra according to their nipple-embossed flow of movement, were those of a girl who would look as well without, as with brazziere... and that was a rarity. "I prefer martinis this time of evening," Lydia was saying without glancing back at her. "And seeing you have no preference... An olive, or lemon twist?" "Fine... either," Jean automatically responded, hardly knowing what she was saying as she tried to reason the meaning behind it all. Nothing was happening as she had anticipated. "I know you're quite up-tight about our phone-conversation," Lydia said in a calculatedly disarming tone as she gracefully returned to the couch with their drinks, smiling and handing one to Jean before she eased downward onto the edge of the cushion. "I think such things are better done on a full stomach, Jean dear... so let's have dinner first, just you and me, then talk." With that, she confidently added an additional lie: "I prepared it myself... orange duck, and not very good, I'm afraid, but at least, private... as this little get-together should be." Jean sat forward, running her tiny tongue-tip over her lips nervously. "Just... just what is this... this little get-together all about, Lydia?" Surprising Jean, the stunning aubum-haired girl lightly laughed, then charmingly arose to her feet. "Later, Darling... Now, why don't you give me a hand in the kitchen? There's only the two of us tonight. Would you mind?" Totally overwhelmed by the other's captivating manner, Jean gained her feet and took her drink, as did her hostess, into the elaborate kitchen, readily helping with the dinner they carried to the dining table. Finally, they sat down at an intimate setting, eating scrumptiously, Jean thought, with the proper wines, the light conversation doing nothing but putting her at ease, and making her wonder if any of their intensive exchange on the telephone had ever taken place. It wasn't until they were back in the livingroom over coffees and cognac, still enjoying a pleasant mood, that she came to know different. "You'll want sugar, Darling," Lydia said. "It's a very strong expresso." "All right, one... just one, thank you. Ordinarily, I don't use any," Jean replied with a smile. The emerald-eyed hostess began to stir with her tiny spoon as did her guest, all of the mentally erotic imaginings Lydia had been patiently guiding them toward about to culminate with her ruthless, lustful plans. She could hardly contain the lewd excitement bubbling within her sensuous young body. In keeping with the evening, she raised the demi-tasse cup and Jean responded, daintily sipping. "So... at last we come to the reason for our little party, Jean dear," the aubum-haired girl breathed, leaning back against the davenport. "It's always been my belief that when two women have shared a man, each owes a certain honesty to the other regarding him. Don't you think so? I mean, today, Darling, it's become a recognized fact by we girls the necessity of banding together against the male beast, right?" She smiled warmly at her voluptuous companion who was properly balancing her little saucer and tasting from its miniature cup. To that point, the curvaceous blonde's intrigued blue-eyes had been like innocent gems of concerned purity, Lydia evaluated, their almost virginal expression feeding her licentiously building hunger. You enticing little bitch! Your innocent, almost unfucked look is a bewitching fraud... but it's going to make it all the more delightful! She watched the unhidable flicker of apprehension reveal itself in their abrupt, uneased stare, but waited until the intoxicating creature perfunctorily sipped the last drop from her cup. Then, she said: "I'm sure you must've considered that Mark had a love-life before he met you, Darling?" "O-Of course... he's not a child," Jean replied, a strange little tremor rippling over her. "But I can't believe that was why you were so insistent that I come here tonight... to discuss my husband's old love-life..." "Old?" Lydia repeated the adjective with a smile. "You sound very much like a naive young wife, Jean. His little affair with Annie Purcell in the old quarry this morning doesn't sound like an 'old' love-life to me. Of course, I have no idea how long that's been going on!" "I don't believe it, Lydia!" Jean defended, the bite to her tone automatic. "Well, that's commendable of you, Darling, but not very smart," Lydia said, her avid green-eyes narrowing. "Suppose I should tell you that I too, have enjoyed his cock since you two have been married? Would you believe that?" Whether it was what she'd said, or her casual use of the lewd four-letter word, Jean didn't know, but rather than the offended rage she should be feeling, an unexplainable sensation bordering on the erotic had incredibly fluttered through her! Something was not right in her head, but God knows, she couldn't reason what, nor why! The room itself had suddenly taken on intense hues, and the attractive face of the auburn-haired, green-eyed girl beside her seemed to have assumed a wavering, vision-like quality! "... Yes, Jean darling... you see, I've known Mark a long, long time," Lydia began to confidingly half-whisper, moving closer to the lovely blonde woman beside her. "We used to fuck every day... but as you know by now, Mark's not at his best when he's fucking. I think eating cunt is probably his foremost love-making talent, don't you... or hasn't he ever gotten down between your thighs and licked your pussy?" Jean could only gape in overwhelming awe at the strikingly beautiful face which seemed to be floating ever closer to her own, its lovely, sparkling lips slowly moving to emit the incessant flow of lewd words and deeds which were causing funny, butterfly-like sensations to increase inside her! "... I usually sucked him... I like to suck cocks, always and especially, Mark's!" Lydia excitedly continued. "It's so long and thick, isn't it, Jean dear? If only he could fuck you good with it. I mean, his cock is bigger than most I've had... but maybe you've done better, Darling. Though, for me, swallowing Mark's thick hardness right down into my throat was always heaven! Even his cum tastes different... more masculine and hot than most... don't you agree, Honey?" For a brief instant, Jean was aware of a desperation struggle taking place in the dazing recesses of her brain, the unexpected tirade of lewd verbiage and the obscene meaning behind it inciting a sensuous vacuum at the pit of the young wife's softly rising and falling belly. My God... wh-what was happening to her? "Really, Darling..." Lydia's sultry voice danced around her ears and simultaneously, across the room. "Can you think of anything more fascinating than that freckle on the under-end of our Mark's cock? Can you now?" In aroused confusion, Jean stared at the provocative smile on the vision's enravishing face, her mind uncontrollably picturing the tiny freckle on the under-tip of her husband's penis at Lydia's suggestion! Yes... yes, it was fascinating, she thought, feeling the tiny cup and saucer being removed from her hand, even as she subliminally fought against the lustful sensations that were stealing all control from her! "... Wouldn't you love to have him fuck you good just once, Jeannie doll?" Lydia wantonly hissed. "I mean, all the way, Darling... his thick cock thrusting into your hot little pussy until you cum like a fountain... wouldn't you Baby?" "Oooohhh... I... I... ooohhh Goddd!" Jean whimpered. "Yessss... I understand, Jeannie... you're getting all hot and wet up between your legs," Lydia tauntingly breathed, gently reaching over to brush her small hand along the young wife's nylon-covered, upper thigh. "You know, Darling, when I get this way I say all the dirty words I can think of... like fuck, cunt and cocksuck! Go ahead, Baby, say them... it'll make you feel better! Go ahead, don't be afraid! Cum, shit, cunt!" "S-Suck... fuck... cock... cunt, jism! Prick! Asshole!" Jean began, hesitantly, at first, her quivering voice rising in crescendo as the obscene words began to burningly scream in her brain as if crying for release. "Oh, my cunt is on fire! Yes... yes... Mark's big cock inside my pussy-hole... in my mouth... anyplace!" "That's it, lovely baby, that's the way!" Lydia hotly rasped, smoothing her hand up over Jean's round little belly toward her fully, rising and falling breasts to tenderly caress and cup the rounded firmness of one, letting her fingertips softly tease between the erogenous, naked white flesh of their exposed cleft. "Now, Lover, just think of your own tingling cunt... the hot, wet pussy between your legs... and mine... so moist and excited between my legs... and the delicious feel of a tongue... my tongue seethingly licking your tiny clitoris... and yours playing with mine! Isn't that a beautifully exciting thought, Jeannie baby? Isn't it?" "Ooooohhh... I... I... what's happening to me. L-Lydia?" Jean gaspingly whimpered, brushing a hand over her forehead, the salacious question her vision had lustfully put to her searing like a firebrand in her brain! Passionate sensations of stimulating pleasure rippled through Jean at the feel of magic hands sensitively playing over her still clothed, passion-incited young body! "Isn't it, Jean baby? Can you imagine a more delectable thought then my hot, wet tongue licking up into your pussy hair? Would you like that?" "Oooohhh... oohhhh yes... yesss... a tongue spreading my pussy hair and licking my cunt split... and yours, Darling!" Jean uncontrollably gasped, her own small hands beginning to caress and tease over the nylon encased roundness of her smooth upper thighs. "Then let's do it, Jean darling! Let's get all naked, then you can lie back with your legs raised high and spread wide so that Lydia can lick it for you!" the vindictive, auburn-haired girl vengefully implanted, her eyes a green glow of lascivious triumph. "Please... please... now... I want to now, Lydia!" Jean writhingly whimpered, her dress pushed up over the tops of her thighs, her slender fingers attempting to worm inside the leg-band of her snug, nylon panties between her now, wantonly spread legs. "Not here, Lover; we'll go into my bedroom where we can be cozy... and it'll be even better than your husband, Mark, fucking you, won't it Baby?" Lydia couldn't help but taunt. "Oh yes... God, yess... so much better... because I'll cum... I'll cummmmm... and I have to cuummmm... my Godddd!" "Of course, you have to!" Lydia heatedly answered, rising to her feet and drawing the honey-blonde young wife willingly upright. Abruptly, she grasped the voluptuous, younger girl in a lesbianistic embrace, pressing Jean's softly yielding curves tightly against her own as she lecherously smoothed her hungry hands over the other's vivacious warmth. "Kiss me, my little cunt!" Lydia aggressively demanded and Jean did, opening her lush, tongue-moistened lips to receive the other woman's ravishing tongue, while the ravisher's fervently exploring hands eagerly worked their way beneath her mini-dress to stroke and clutch at her resilient, wispy-pantied buttocks with unrestrained hunger! * * * It was not his uncanniness that led Caesar to the remote place where the young female of the sheep lived. He had lurked in the shadows of Crescent Valley throughout the day, staying close to his golden-haired one's shelter because he had not seen her the night before. An uneasiness for her welfare gnawed inside him, even though he had seen her sleeping beyond the glass barrier. The she-human which his golden mate had provided for his fulfillment had affectionately pleased him, but the fire-eyed-she was not his chosen female! Something, he instinctively sensed, was not right with his golden one, and he remained close by to ascertain this. Not until the darkness came once more did he see her climb into a speeding thing and rush away. He had followed as best he could until the vehicle that carried her was beyond the town-lights, and then from a hill he had watched her direction, loping tirelessly along behind. When she reached the quiet country and chose certain paths, he felt sure. There was but one singular shelter in that direction where humans were and she could go! She, of the sheep! He bounded leisurely over known ground, not surprised that his golden one had reached the destination before him. With his stealthful, animal silence, Caesar moved in close, individually examining the visual scenes beyond the windows. One after the other, he searched, until at last, he saw her... and there he tensed like an immobile shadow to watch! * * * Jean felt as if she, too, were floating... but wanting to in her erotically fevered excitement, sensually inflamed by the delicate touch of the soft, yet aggressive mirage guiding her! They were going to intimately kiss and tongue each other's aroused, moistened pussies! She could almost feel the beautiful auburn-haired girl's hot, wet tongue teasing her tiny, excitedly jerking clitoris! Oooohhh, she needed that... yessss, warm clitoral love... yet... yet? "... Take off your clothes, Jean baby, strip naked for Lydia!" The curvaceous, honey-blonde young wife suddenly stood alone in the center of the lavish bedroom, her alluring seducer backing away and lowly lowering herself to the edge of the bed, salaciously watching as she stroked her slender white hands upward along her ribcage and over the firm fullness of her own rounded, braless breasts. God, what a voluptuous young venus she was, the enchanting bitch! Lydia Newell, thought smuggly. Ann, her room-mate in college had been lovely, but nothing to equal this heavenly built female! Christ, it was luscious cunts the likes of her who made woman's lib worth while! Her own pussy had never been any hotter or more wet from the excitement of anticipation! She'd make the lovely-titted bitch tongue and lick her pussy 'till she had cum a dozen times! Then, Link Morgan waiting in the closet, could fuck the living shit out of her! Jean reached over her own shoulder and up behind her to lower the zipper of her dress... then, something, an unexplainable something, stopped her. Her satin-skinned brow furrowed to the deeply inherent ideals vainly trying to penetrate the drugged cocoon enveloping her dazed brain. Somehow, she reasoned that her upbringing had never condoned the wanton sexuality motivating her at that moment. She staggered slightly, brushing her hand over her face and forehead, while the floating vision before her merely smiled, as if knowing and pleased that she mentally suffered... "It's all right, Jean darling, you can undress now," Lydia half-whispered. "There's just you and me... and you want to spread your legs wide and have your hot little cunt licked, remember... like you're going to kiss and love Lydia's?" For a moment more, Jean hesitated, then: "Yes... yes... take off my clothes and be naked... so we can lick and love each other!" "That's right, Baby, everything... everything!" the emerald-eyed girl hissed, watching Mark Blakely's drug-influenced young wife slowly reveal her breathtaking, naked charms, at last, stepping out of the sheer nylon of her flimsy, black laced panties. "Now... come here, lover." Lydia huskily ordered, rising to meet her. "You have to undress me! You want to, don't you?" "Oh... oh yes... yes... I want to undress you, Lydia!" Jean chokingly whispered, quickly moving to the statuesque, auburn-haired girl in her sensually inciting nakedness which the young bachelorette couldn't endure for a moment without exploring with lewd, eager hands. "Oh... oh!" she heard the young nakedly stripped blonde gasp as she ardently performed her task to the tweaks and hardened-nipple pinches of Lydia's lecherous fingers, the latter's brain racing with the maddening thought of how lustfully beautiful it was going to be! "Un-Undress you, Lydia darling..." Jean was passionately whimpering. "Make you naked, like me!" "Yes... Baby... and kiss me all over my skin while you do it!" "Oooohhhh... kiss you all over... you're so soft and lovely... kiss you all... all over... even... even your pussy!" Jean half-mumbled, gently removing the girl's clothing as she stood there, the blonde, young wife kissing her neck and shoulders, her erectly rounded, firm breasts and flat, white belly, then kneeling before her to turn her about and kiss the emerald-eyed girl's ovaled, full buttocks. At last, with a hesitant insistancy, Jean swiveled her once more, then moved her lovely face between the other's lewdly spread thighs to place a warm, hungrily nuzzling kiss on her auburn, hair-fringed cunt-lips! "Uuuuunnnnnnggghhh!" Lydia Newell gaspingly groaned, drawing Jean upright and lecherously clutching the smooth, white warmth of her blonde, naked lovliness tightly against her, thrusting her merciless tongue into the younger girl's mouth as she forced her backwards toward the bed! "I'm going to devour your luscious little cunt, you sweet bitch! I'm going to lick your pussy-hole until you scream for mercy! Then, I'm going to tongue-fuck your beautiful virginal asshole before I let you get between my legs and lick me! And you're going to suck and lick 'till I go out of my mind! What do you think of that, Jean Blakely?" "Oooohhhh... yessss... I want to... want to, Darling... until you go out of your mind!" Jean resounded her words, completely entranced within the drugged lethargy claiming her entire being. "Damn... you gorgeous bitch!" Lydia hissingly exclaimed, pressing her down onto the bed and crawling between Jean's white, receptively spreading thighs. "Wider! Spread your legs wider!" Lydia lewdly commanded. "Raise them way up high and wide! Further! That's it, as high and wide apart as you can so your hot little cunt will split open for me!" Jean never hesitated, wanting to do whatever the beautiful, slightly older woman demanded of her. She drew her firmly shaped thighs up and back until her knees pressed tightly down against the resilient mounds of her desire-swollen breast, their tiny, hardened nipples tingling and burning to the caress of her own legs. The obscene position spread her vulnerable young loins wide open to the aggressive, auburn-haired girl, Jean's golden curled, pink-creviced cuntal-slit raised high and waiting before the naked Lydia Newell's lesbian assault! Everything that the bi-sexed bachelorette had ever found salaciously captivating in another girl... had ever experienced in the licking and sucking of their young, sensuous cunts, was exemplified a thousand times in the mesmerizing nakedness spread defenselessly before her! God, this had to be the ultimate... so much that the mere possessing of it, rather than the cumming, might drive her mad! It would never be enough! Maybe, if she were a died-in-the-wool lez, yes... but she was not! Cocks and cunts, either as erotically appealing to her as the other, had always haunted her sex-oriented brain, but after this she wondered if she mightn't emerge with a one-track mind and stay a lesbian the rest of her life! Damn, this beautiful naked creature, with her intoxicating young pussy helplessly offered up to her to do with as she pleased, was breathtaking! God no... she would never get enough of it... never! Tauntingly, Lydia gazed down between Jean's openly spread thighs and began teasing at the softness of her innocently exposed pussy, wild fermentations churning in her own nakedly seething loins as she brushed one finger through the blonde silken hair sparsely lining its puffy lips... the outer, fleshy cunt-folds clinging snugly to each other with only the moistened, pink ribbon of inner-flesh assuring of the hot, wet mouth they protected up inside! She lowered her eagerly smiling face, filling her nostrils with the fragrancy of its perfumed aroma. Her eyes were like a matched pair of insatiable, fired gems! To Lydia, it was suddenly as if the touching of it with her mouth was going to unleash an overwhelmingly delicious plague of lesbian desire she could never again be rid of... but she had to taste it... and she did! Her hotly licking tongue in the beginning did little more than lightly trace the pink, hair-lined crevice, wetly laving its silken curls with warm, slackening moisture. Intently, she tongue-combed the wispy blonde tufts, while the delightedly drugged young wife of Mark Blakely beneath her moaned in ever-mounting desire, squirming and gasping as she ardently waited for her desire-flushed pussy lips to be spread apart and the smooth, moist flesh within hungrily ravished! When it happened, Jean cried out! In her intensely LSD-sensitized world, she felt the hot, wet tongue burningly spraying through the secret flesh of her lust-inflamed cunt! She sensed the scraping, cat-like surface grazing the tiny hole of her urethra, licking over the sensitive nerves within her opened pussy-lips, and at last, its tip flicking hotly against and stroking the tiny bud of her erectly throbbing clitoris. Again, the young blonde wife whimpered, but in a state of feverish passion. Voluntarily now, she ground her naked obscenely spread loins upward toward the avid mouth engulfing them. At the same time, the smiling, auburn-haired woman nuzzled her face tighter into the soft, liquid heat between Jean's lewdly spread legs, mouth lips widely ovalled to cunt lips, engulfing it all in a lewdly kissing suction motion! The hot length of Lydia's wet tongue darted in plunging stabs, licking ravenously, then sucking the tiny erectiled flowerette of her clitoris until Jean could do little more than wail and twist about helplessly beneath! Caesar 16/18 Caesar Comes, And His Revenge Chapter 16 Link Morgan wasn't sure that he could take a hell of a lot more of this sort of play without joining in! He'd been stuck in the stifling closet for too long, and on top of that he had a huge throbbing hard on! Christ, who wouldn't, watching a pair of luscious bitches eat cunt, even though the show was still pretty lopsided! Goddamn... if he dared, he'd charge out there and bury his aching, stiff cock in one of them... but how the hell could he? Lydia was calling the shots. Already, he'd taken an armful of pictures, though it was Blakely's sweet-assed young wife he was supposed to catch eating pussy! Jesus, why didn't Lydia switch the tables right now? The little blonde bitch was whimpering and ready for anything... unless, Lydia Newell had a thing for cunt! Sonofabitch, he'd give a sawbuck for four-fingers of bourbon, the big man inwardly groaned, wiping perspiration from his brow, then clutching at his heavy, swollen cock inside his pants. They were both too fucking much in their soft, white nakedness, to say nothing of watching Lydia tongue and suck the other's cunt, her face wetly buried in the hot, pink flesh between the other doll's wide-spread thighs! Shit, he couldn't stand much more of it! He'd never laid eyes on a rounder, whiter, tighter looking ass than Blakely's wife... and that was not taking anything from his little Annie's... which was probably still warm and welted right at that moment! The red-faced, barrel chested police chief lecherously grinned to himself as he thought about it. He'd taken her right across his lap in the kitchen, yanked up her mini-skirt and jerked the tiny nylon panties right off her, then brutally spanked her naked, teenaged ass, vowing not to stop until she told him everything! At first, the way she'd kicked and screamed, he'd thought sure he was going to have to quit, but he'd hung in there laying the meaty palm of his big hand viciously against the naked flesh of her firm young ass-moons, until they blushed with the splotches of blood-raised ridges just beneath their satin-covered skin! Then, the craziest goddamned thing... she'd spread her legs and he could see the wetness beginning to tricle from her tight, hair-fringed young cunt-lips! Suddenly, she was humping her naked, rosy-red ass up at his hand in a rhythmic, fucking motion to his every savage whap! "Oh... oh God... don't stop, Uncle Link... harder... harderrr!" she began to wail like a fucking banshee! "I... I'mmmmm cuuummmmiiinnnngggg!" Goddamn, he'd never seen anything like that! His cock had railed out as hard as a fence-post, about the same as it was right at that moment, only he didn't have his masochistic little Annie here to suck it off like she had when he'd finished spanking her ass! All the same, he remembered, he'd found out what he wanted to know from her. She'd told him everything, how that frigging pretentious deputy had tried to get smart with her... made a pass and got no where. The sonofabitch, he was no better than his old man! But Annie'd learned something useful... damned useful! The luscious blonde bitch out there, Blakeley's wife, had been fucking the wild mutt, Caesar, and regular! Now, wasn't that something? Christ, he wanted a piece of her... a piece of Lydia Newell, too, when the time was right, but right now a delicious chunk of Blakely's tight-assed young wife! She was the most luscious cunt the valley had ever seen! Even spanking Annie's tender, naked ass and having her blow him after, couldn't equal sinking his throbbing cock all the way up to Jean Blakely's hot, little belly! He just wished to hell she wasn't freaked out, so she'd know what was happening to her... But this was the way Miss Newell wanted it, and she usually got what sbe wanted... or else! Though the manner in which she was eating the blonde doll's pussy, it was beginning to look like an all night session! Morgan gaped voyeuristically through the small crack the slightly opened door afforded, his lust-filled eyes fixed on Jean Blakeley's pink tightly splayed cunt with Lydia Newell's mouth and tongue glued to it in their cock-raising position. He could see the wriggling, licking movements of his young female cohort's little wet tongue working with lapping fury in the glistening flushed crevice between Blakely's wife's hair-fringed little cunt-lips! Christ, how long was a man supposed to put up with that, he swore, opening the front of his pants to unleash his huge, straining cock! And then! "Now, Darling... it's your turn to make Lydia happy!" the naked, auburn-haired bachelorette sensually whispered, raising back to her knees, her lips, chin, and the tip of her small nose wetly shining in the lamp-light with viscid moisture from the young blonde wife's cuntal secretions. "B-But... but, I have to cum... to cuumnumn!" Jean whimpered, smoothing her own soft hands down over her flat, panting belly toward the fire-filled, liquid hearth of her obscenely displayed loins, her passion-peaked body squirming lewdly in its curvacous nakedness. "Later, Baby... after you've licked and sucked Lydia's cunt," the emerald-eyed girl soothed, leaning forward to catch the other's hands and gently, but firmly contain them. "Don't you want to make Lydia happy, too, Lover?" "Y-Yes... yes, of course... I want to make Lydia happy..." Jean gasped, her mind racing blindly in her confused, drugged arousal. "Then... come and kiss my pussy, Darling," the statuesque bacherlorette urged in her sultry voice, moving up beside the other and lying back onto the pillow. "Get down on your knees between my legs, as I did to you. Later, I'll turn around on top of you and we'll both lick and suck each other at the same time, until we cum together..." Slowly, Jean lowered her trembling legs, something rebelling within her as she began to raise herself into an upright position. Even through the dense haze befogging her heavily drugged brain, inbred moralistic principles again attempted to break through the spaced-out web engulfing her. She shook her head as if to clarify the confusion inside it, and Lydia Newell said: "Don't be afraid, Baby. You'll love it... or have you ever licked pussy before?" "No... no, never..." "Well... there's always a first time for everything, Darling. Don't be frightened... come on, get down between my legs. See how tempting it looks, all wet and pink just waiting for you to love it, Baby! Hurry... don't keep Lydia waiting... she needs your hot little tongue there!" "Yeessss... yesss... I know!" Jean heard herself say, the frantic force of her unfulfilled desire pitted against the credo of upbringing creating havoc inside her. Again, she shook her blonde-head, her long silken hair wildly flailing around her white, naked shoulders as she sensed the burning excitement of wantonness taking complete command over her... but with it came delicious memory waves of Mark... of Caesar! Her... her wonderful animal-lover would do it for her! She sat for a moment in her exquisitely feeling naked, staring at the vivacious girl who lie back before her, the open, invitational spread of Lydia's shapely white thighs, and the passion inciting sight of her open, hair-encircled vaginal mouth skyrocketing wilder sensations of desire through her. Jean stared in fascination up between Lydia Newell's wide held legs, at her moistened cuntal-slit and the visual enchantment of her tiny, puckered anus! Licking sensual flames whipped through the blonde, young wife! Yes... yes... Caesar... she needed her darling Caesar to bring her ecstatic joy! "Now, Baby, now!" Lydia sharply commanded, suddenly realizing that the whole scene was taking a wrong twist! "Remember Lydia, sweet lover? You promised to kiss her pussy... promised!" "L-Lydia?" Jean repeated, staring and loving the sight of the beautiful girl enticingly presented before her... yet, yet? "Y-Yes Lydia, you're so lovely... but I have to go now... have to go!" The auburn-haired girl felt her mouth falling open! She'd heard the other's words, but couldn't quite believe them! Then, an enraging thought dawned! That stupid sonofabitch, Morgan, had made the dose too gentle! Some trip! Goddamn him! She lowered her legs and jerked upright to a sitting position. "Listen... you don't want to go home, Jeannie baby! Mark is... is very busy!" "No... no... I have to leave now, Lydia..." Jean almost blankly insisted, easing off the bed. "Mark... Caes..." "You-You stupid cunt!" Lydia spat, not waiting for her to finish her statement. "Goddamn you! Link! Link... where in hell are you?" "Right here, right here, Lydia!" the big man responded, bursting from the closet. "What you want, Honey?" "Fuck the shit out of the little bitch! Fuck her!" the blazing, emerald-eyed girl snarled. "She doesn't get out of here tonight until I'm through with her!" "Sure, sure!" Morgan grinningly blurred, his lurid smirk spreading his unshaven mouth as he began to puff at his clothing. "You want I should fuck her now?" "Like a goddamned animal... no mercy!" the auburn-haired girl vindictively ordered in her aroused nakedness. "Fuck her from behind, dog-fashion, while I lay here beneath and watch! And get the camera! The bitch! Fuck her like a whore-dog!" "I doubt it'll be any surprise to this sweet bitch," Morgan gutturally spewed, hustling for his camera and handing it to the naked, angry girl on the bed who was reassuming her obscene, leg-raised position. "That goddamned wild bastard, Caesar, has been fucking her right along!" "I don't care about that... just fuck her like a goddamn she-dog from behind!" Lydia hissed, her young brain swimming in denied rage. "Push her face up over my cunt and give it to her! "She's going to eat this girl's pussy and go out of her mind doing it!" * * * A deep growl of raging anger filled the massive throat of the wild dog watching through the sheet of glass separating him from his golden one. Uneasily, he lowered himself and padded back and forth, then, caught forepaws onto the windowsill once more. His glowing, amber-eyes fixed on the now, uncovered brute-man who was forcing his yellow-haired, clotheless mate back onto the sleeping place where she-of-the-sheep lay back with her white legs raised and open, her moistened, black-framed female split thrust upward, as if waiting! Vocal sounds, harshly toned, reached Caesar's keen ears and he saw that they came from the bitter-eyed female who lay back prone and waiting, then the brute-man responded, but his golden mate made no sound... nor did she seem to struggle, for her eyes were dimmed and uncertain. Fierce resentment filled his animal body, yet the shelter with its glass barriers shielded them from him! He could do nothing but watch... and wait for the moment of his vengeance! * * * Link Morgan's sudden appearance in Lydia Newell's bedroom struck Jean as being a strange phenomenon, but in her drugged state it meant little to her. Even her exposed nakedness before him raised no sense of embarrassment or shame; only his big hands suddenly gripping hold of her arms and detaining her from leaving caused a wave of frustration to wash through her sensuously trembling belly. She had to get to her Caesar... to have his wonderful cock plunging up into the raging, desire-throbbing hole between her legs! Why didn't Morgan... Lydia, understand? "No... no please... I have to leave now! He... he'll be coming to my window soon to make beautiful love to me!" Jean confusedly pleaded as Link pressed her nakedly stripped body back onto the bed. "Please... don't you see?" "Sure, bitch, I see, all right!" Morgan gutturally rasped, the feel of her warm, soft flesh to his hands making his throbbing cock jerk excitedly in its naked, poling hardness. "On your hands and knees, Baby... that's right, move right up between Miss Newell's legs," he lecherously ordered, kneeing onto the bed behind her and lewdly grabbing onto his long, thick shaft of blood-swollen flesh, unable to take his eyes off the sensuously rounded curves of the youthful nakedness bent helplessly down before him! "Now, that's better, Lover!" Lydia half-whispered, reaching down between her drawn back legs to brush Jean's long, blonde hair away from her disconcerted face. "Remember your promise, Baby, to lick and love Lydia's pussy?" "Yes... yessss... but I have to cum... don't you see... and he'll be looking for me?" Jean whimpered, her smoke-blue eyes growing wet with threatening tears. "She's talking about that fucking wild mutt!" Morgan lewdly enlightened. "Don't you get it? Like I said, she's been screwing the brute right along! The goddamn acid is acting like a truth serum on her!" "Please... please, I have to go now, Lydia!" Jean insisted. "H-He'll be looking for me... and I need him so bad tonight!" "Who'll be looking for you?" the green-eyed, obscenely positioned girl, questioned, the full realization of what Morgan had been trying to say registering at last to further spur her burning desire. "Who, Baby?" "M-My darling... C-Caesar... he'll come to my window and... and I won't be there!" Jean innocently whimpered. "And... and I need him so much tonight!" "Does he... he fuck you good? Does he, Darling?" Lydia hissingly questioned, her overhwhelming lust at the exotic blonde-wife's beastial revelation maddeningly exciting her. "Tell me, does he, Jean... and is his animal-cock big?" "Oh... oh yes, he fucks me so wonderfully... and... and his cock is so long and thick and hard!" "Jesus Christ!" the police chief vulgarly swore in his own aroused grossness, gaping down at the full resilience of Jean's rounded, white ass-cheeks spread intoxicatingly before him! The thin hairless crevice dividing them was as smooth as creamy velvet, the tiny recessed hole of her small puckered anus placed delicately to compliment the lower bridge of shimmering, pink flesh gleaming moistly between the soft, hair-fringed lips of her blonde young cunt! The goddamned mind-bending bitch! To think that a wild dog had been fucking and cumming up into that delectable little pussy of hers! "Turn your head and look behind you, Jean baby!" Lydia hissed, her voice almost deserting her in her feverish salacity. "Do it... look at Link's cock! Is Caesar's bigger? Could his dog-prick bring you any more joy than that? Could it?" Obediently, Jean looked behind her while Link Morgan raised up for her to see the huge length of his long, thick hardness. Obscenely, he began to stroke it, working the heavy foreskin back and forth over its wet and fiery-hued head, his unshaven face widening in a hungry leer of lewd anticipation. "Oh... oohhh... Jean openly gasped out at the sight of the huge throbbing length of hardened cock flesh, her drug-glazed mind unaware of all reality except the sensual pleasure it could bring her. Fascinated, she watched the hairy barrel-chested man stroke its thick outer layer of skin back and forth, time and again exposing the heavy, tiny-slitted head to her in its moistened, pulsating rigidity. Again, she moaned, then uncontrollably reached down under her nakedly kneeling body, between her fully spread thighs to grasp at it with her small, slender hands. "That's right, Darling!" Lydia excitedly pressed as Link Morgan blurted out an obscene curse at the contact of Mark Blakely's wife's hungrily searching hands with his aching cock. "A bird in the hand... isn't that right, Jean baby?" Lydia philosophically urged, suddenly conscious of her own forefinger lewdly dipping into the liquid heat of her inflamed cunt. "Put it into you, Jean lover! Put Link's big cock into your hot pussy so that you can cum... and we'll all suck and fuck together!" "Ouuhhh... oummhhhh..." the young, drugged wife moaned as she clutched eagerly at Morgan's huge, hardened penis, the insane expectancy in her drug-incited young body completely blinding her to all else but sensually physical fulfillment! Ooooohhhh! She inwardly unleashed in pleasurable, hesitant breaths to the actual contact of his hot cock-head with her electrified pussy! Whimpering uncontrollably, Jean clung to the thick length of hardened flesh with little hands that couldn't encircle it, fervidly working the wet, pulsating tip up and down through her hot, wet vaginal crevice until she'd spread wide the softness of her pubic curls and seated it at her greedily clenching cuntal mouth! Then, she began to grind and twist her hips and buttocks almost hysterically back at it! "Fuck!" Link Morgan foully blurted, the delicious bitch's wanton performance nearly triggering the cum up out of his balls! Christ, he'd never expect to see anything like it again! He gaped down at his pulsing cock-head with its purple tip nuzzled into the tight, wet mouth of her visibly, nibbling vagina where she'd placed it, the girth of its moistened head spreading her tightly fleshed little cunt-lips until they encircled it like a golden-furred collar! "Give it to her, Morgan... damn it! Fuck her!" Lydia impatiently exclaimed, putting the camera to use between her own obscenely lifted legs to catch the lascivious, uncontrollable, expressions on the young blonde wife's passion-twisted face. Carefully, Lydia enframed the lewdly positioned Jean in all her voluptuous nakedness within the lens's scope, including the vital parts of Morgan, excepting his head. "You hear me? Fuck her... fuck her!" "Oh God, yes! Fuck me!" Jean pathetically moaned. "Please, shove it up my cunt before I go mad!" But the lecherous glowering police chief was caught up in a lust-filled, viewing world of his own, hardly hearing either of their pleas or commands. The mind-bending sight of his number one enemy's innocent young wife's upthrusted, rounded white-ass-cheeks spread lushly open to him as she wriggled them back rapidly toward his blood-hammering cock was sending violent stabs of aching pleasure ripping through his loins and sperm-bloated balls! Shit, he intended to wring the last whit of lewd depravity he could from this scene... from this sweet, delectable little bitch, bent slave-like before him... from Mark Blakely's naked-assed wife, who fucked dogs and was begging like a street slut for his aching, over-swollen prick! He ignored Lydia Newell's rasping order and Jean's passionately undulating pleas, reveling in his own time-consuming lust. Tormentingly, he eased his powerful hips forward, watching the hugeness of his fiery cock-head slowly stretch the viscid, ovaled mouth of her snug, pink cunt-hole, its surrounding soft flesh yielding and swelling outward to the thick, rubbery pole worming it's way up inside her! She gasped aloud once more, but suddenly her desperate writhings stopped, as if his stretching penetration of her greedy little vaginal mouth had been more than she bargained for! That realization alone, that he was hurting her, was enough to set the barrel-chested man off! He growled out an oath as he brutally clutched at the satin-smooth flesh of her upper thighs and hips. Simultaneously, he spread her knees farther apart with his own, wedging his pelvis in tighter behind her upraised buttocks, and then, cruelly jerking her naked, defenseless body backward with his hands, he thrust forward with a buttock-flattening lunge! Like a spearing arrow shot from a cross-bow, Morgan felt his long, thick cock race up into the futilely resisting channel between Jean Blakely's wide-spread thighs, plowing and expanding the hot, frantically clutching flesh in a deep, merciless impalement! He heard the breath explode from her lungs as his powerful hips and pelvis flattened her soft, smooth ass-cheeks up into her hip bones, her grasping, cuntal passage spasming as might a choking throat stuffed full with the huge burgeoning shaft of his heavily spearing cock! "Ohhh... auugghhhh... m-myyy Gooodddd!" Jean brayed in lurching, wide-eyed shock, the unexpected force and pain of his cruel, massive entry rending the drugged veil to register agonizingly in her brain! "Oooohhh... you've ripped me wide open! Ooohhh... God... you've torn me open inside!" Morgan couldn't resist his obscene grunt of lecherous pleasure as he held tight to her frenziedly squirming young hips, nakedly trying to twist its way off his piercing hard prick nudging at the very underside of her helplessly cringing belly! "You wanted it shoved up your tight little cunt, Baby... and that's what you've got!" he mercilessly rasped, beginning to heedlessly fuck in and out of her from behind, his eyes locked salaciously on the sight of the moistened pink inner-flesh of her wide-split vagina clinging to his aching hardness when he pulled it wetly out of her and plunged back up inside again. "Oh God! Oh God... Oooohhhh!" Jean cried again, while Lydia watched in lust-charged fascination through the white columned frame of her obscenely raised and spread legs, torn between the snapping of pictures and the fingering of her own burning, wet cunt. Excitedly she divided her time, triggering the camera lens to catch such scenes as the naked blonde wife's wildly flailing hair and tossing head, then, unrestrainable caressing her own quivering erect clitoris to the erotic sight of Jean's whitely hanging breasts, quaking and dancing in lewd rhythm to Link Morgan's jarring thrusts fucking into her from behind! The immediate pain, like too-hot bath water, quickly mellowed into a soothing balm of pleasure-bringing rapture to Jean in her drug induced passion, her inflamed cuntal channel eagerly dilating and acclimating to the long, thick cock fucking fiercely in and out of it. Nothing mattered except the climactic release to the sensual buildup of ecstasy maddeningly pyramiding in her intensively screaming loins and fire-filled belly! To cum! Oh God... Yessssss, to cum! Her brain swam in a whirlpool of inconceivable, licentious wantonness. Oooohhhh... he's fucking me so beautifully! she lustfully thought, vehemently feeling the rubbery, mushroomed head of his heavily pulsating cock grazing, and erotically tormenting, her uterus as it taunted and buffeted hard up against the underside of her quivering belly deep up inside... She sensed his cum-bloated balls slapping heavily against the tiny bud of her erectly tingling clitoris below with every thrust... and then, by accident, she saw their reflection in the vanity mirror, the wildly erotic reflection of his hard, glistening penis disappearing and reappearing wetly up between her own white, lewdly offered ass cheeks raising a low gasping sound of sheer lust from her! Lydia recognized it and took advantage, reaching for Jean's flailing strands of honey-blonde hair on either side of her lovely, drugged face. "Here, Darling!" she pressed, gently entwining her hands to draw Mark Blakely's naked kneeling wife's face down between her wide-spread thighs toward her wet, seething loins. "Lydia's pussy, remember? You were going to kiss and lick Lydia's cunt! It'll help you cum, Baby... go ahead... lick and suck it! Make love to Lydia's cunt, like you said all the filthy words... cock, cunt, fuck... go ahead, Jean, baby!" "Oh... oh yes... yesss!" the curvaceous blonde girl whimpered in her drug-enchanted nakedness as the huge police chief's cock fucked mercilessly into her hotly sucking pussy-hole from behind. Insane sensations of lustful intoxication raced into and burst inside her! Obscene words again screamed for release in her brain, while simultaneously she gaped with widened, if glazed, eyes at Lydia Newell's glistening pink cunt! "Oh... ooohhh... fuck!... cock!... cunt!... suck!... jism!... cum!... yes... cum... "Uuuuuunnnnnggghhhh!" the auburn-haired girl grunted and writhed as Jean suddenly groaned in wild abandon and immersed her face into the fluid, pink crevice of her upthrusted loins, the honey-blonde, young wife's eager tongue darting like a frightened lizzard deep up into her wetly seething vagina! "Oooohhh God... yesss, Jean, yessss!" Oh God almighty! She had been right! She would never get enough of this breathtaking creature! Her tiny tongue was like a licking flame against the sensitively reaching walls of her cunt! And then she was licking her clitoris! Brushing and caressing the erect little bud with sweeping, knowing strokes that were just about to drive her fucking crazy! "The camera! The camera!" Link Morgan, windedly choked out. "Get a picture of that!" And she did, that and several more, wondering how many would be blurred, and if she'd give a damn if they were? But then, something else happened! Her screaming loins triggered their first signal to her brain as she watched with raised head, Jean's wild, uninhibited tonguing of her clitoris! "Oh... oohhh, Baby... Lydia's going to cum! Please don't stop! I... I'm cuuummmmmniiiinnnggg!" Furiously, the blonde young wife licked and slavered between her thighs, the other's passionate cries of ecstasy all Jean needed to know of the intensity of the emerald-eyed girl's ecstatic moment! She tasted the sudden liquid release of Lydia's cuntal secretions as her luscious naked body jerked and trembled beneath the sensuous laving of her feverishly working tongue, that intricate explosion of her feminine juices abruptly pushing her own moment of climax to the crest! "Oh, shit, fuck!" Morgan's vulgar voice exclaimed behind her. "I-I... me too, Lydia! It's... it's cummmmiiinnnggg... Jesus Christ, it isssss!" Jean sensed the huge man's urgent thrusts and eagerly and shamelessly ground her nakedly trembling buttocks back at his raging cock pounding into her, the resounding, rhythmic smack of his cum-filled balls down against her own tiny screaming clitoris causing her eyes to gape unseeingly in the mounting passion of her own wildly rising moment of orgasm! It swept over her as she hungrily licked and sucked at the wailing Lydia's insanely undulating cunt... at the insane thrusting of her own fire-inflamed young ass cheeks back onto Link Morgan's heavily plunging cock! And then... then, all was culminated deep in her own crazily contracting belly and maddeningly driving loins, a shattering of universes colliding in unimmaginable ecstasy throughout her nakedly jerking body... while, she... like the very central sun, brought them all fulfilling joy, her belly filling and almost bursting with the wetly hosing sperm of the heavily grunting man fucking into her from behind... and then, collapsed as the last of her explosively flowing cunt juices backlashed out the tightly locked lips of her vagina and she fell away from both of them, while the fierce wild animal who had seen it all, walked in raging circles outside beyond the barring window! Caesar 17/18 Caesar Comes, And His Revenge Chapter 17 "How is she?" Mark Blakely questioned, barging through his front door-way, only to be stopped by Steve Foster and Doc Emory, both immediately launching from their places on the couch to confront the big, young deputy sheriff. "Easy, boy, easy..." his red-bearded writer-friend stepped in front of him with engulfing arms. "She's okay, Mark... resting comfortably right now," Doc Emory added, coming close to put a hand on the younger man's broad shoulder. "Wh-What the hell happened?" the obviously tired, young law official asked, looking from one face to the other. "I was all the way over in Spencer County at the sheriff's office for Christ's sake... when I should've been here! What the hell happened, anyway?" "Easy, man, will you?" Steve pressed. "Cut your voice down; she's trying to sleep..." Warmly, the slender magazine writer clapped his friend on the arm. "It's okay, boy... she's all right... no need to get up-tight... just a little accident..." "How? What?" Mark insisted. "It seems that her car went into the ditch just outside of town, Mark," Doc Emory replied in his always calm voice. "She struck her head against the windshield... suffered a mild concussion with contusions, but nothing to be alarmed about..." "Outside of town?" Mark confusedly repeated. "What the devil was she doing? Where'd she been?" "No one seems to know that yet, Mark," Steve quickly put in. "A ranch-hand on his way to town came across her car in the ditch. She was semi-conscious and mumbling incoherently..." "The shock," Doc Emory hastened to add, throwing Steve Foster a glaring expression. "Frankly, Mark, the only damage is a badly rumpled fender on your car..." "To hell with the car! I want to see Jean!" Mark exclaimed, attempting to move around them, but not too successfully. "Hold it, big man!" Steve barred, edging his friend off. "Carol's in there with her now nursing her away to dreamland. You go barging in and she's apt to go right off the deep end again!" "What the hell you talking about, the deep end?" Mark replied, his eyes widening. "Shut up, will you, Foster!" Doc Emory calmly intervened. "Of course you can see her, Mark. She's been asking for you. It'll help her to get some rest. But wait... understand that she's not quite herself... that blow to her forehead mixed her up a little and she mightn't make sense..." Mark nodded, a tightness clutching at his gut. Jesus Christ, his Jeannie hurt... and what had he been doing but undermining everything they'd dreamed of! He ought to have his balls lobbed off! "I... I'll go easy, Doc... promise!" The little man nodded and smiled. "Go ahead... quietly, Mark..." He did, almost silently opening the door to see his Jeannie beneath the covers in the bed and Carol lying fully clothed on top of them beside her, holding his wife's hand. The latter saw him and smiled, half-raising up to place a shushing finger across her lips, but the blonde-haired girl stirred to the intrusion, opening her glazed, smokey blue-eyes to search emptily about the room. Something struck Mark at the very core of him in the manner of their wide vacancy. He saw the ugly swolleness on her forehead and tried to tie the two together, but intensive police training couldn't be denied. He moved forward to the bed-side and said: "Hello, Baby... it's Mark. How are you, Doll? Feel better?" "Ooohhh... Mark... darling... you've come!" she managed, looking elsewhere and never seeing him. "Feel better... feel better, Doll... yesss, Baby feels better... feels fine... everything's fine... fine!" The young deputy could only stare down at his young, blonde wife whom Carol was gently trying to console. He gaped at the rolling action of his wife's eye-balls flashing whitely at him as he stood there in knowledgable agony, growing rage beginning to seethe inside him. How often had he seen that sympton in the academy at L.A.! "She's been drugged!" Mark blurted, re-entering the living room where Doc Emory and Steve Foster sipped bourbon over ice. "Jesus Christ, you ought to be able to see that, Doc!" "I can't be as sure of that as you can, Mark," the small-framed physician said, setting his drink on a table and brushing at his widening brow. "But then, I'm only a doctor." "Shit! I've seen the same symptoms with acid-freaks a dozen times!" Mark spat, brushing Steve's hand away. "A dozen times, I tell you, Doc!" "Like I said, Mark... I'm only a doctor!" the smaller man emphatically implied. "That a concussion could, and often does, produce the same effects, is merely a hypothetical diagnosis. You may well be right... but until I know different, I'll treat her from a medical standpoint according to the best of my ability! Without hospital facilities, and taking into foremost consideration her accident, I must conclude that she's suffering a concussion. Nothing that won't pass with a few days rest, I'm sure... But, if you want to take her to Spencer, we can run the necessary tests to be certain. Again Mark, you may well be right... God, I don't know anything, anymore!" For a long moment, Mark stood there, staring almost unseeingly at the small, slender physician who had been one of his closest friends in Crescent Valley. He even read the distraught confusion in the noble little man's face. Peripherally, he saw Steve empty his glass and walk to refill it; he suddenly said: "Pour me one, too, buddy... I think I need it." Then, half forcing his smile toward Doc Emory: "I-I guess your word's still good enough for me, Doc. What the hell, didn't you save Birt Small's mule last week after the vet gave it up for glue?" There was a tense moment before the releasing laughter; then the three men clutched their glasses in toast... yet none felt the warmth of Steve's pledge. "Happy days!" the red-bearded writer extoled. * * * Though Jean had been helpless, she had never for a moment been unconscious. Her mind still wandered in unfeasible patches of incoherent happenings and exciting lust, her loins and belly ever churning with an underlying of sensual stimulation that seemed to be gnawingly insatiable. They had taken her, she vaguely remembered, and placed her in her car... Morgan driving it a long ways before he stopped and got out, pressing her over beneath the steering wheel... and then, with a tremendous jolt, it had all happened! She lay now in the security of her own bed... Mark's bed, with Carol beside her, and the sun showing through her window. Was all of that last night? She thought it was... yes, it had to be, because Doc Emory had come, and later, Mark! Now, Carol undressed beneath the covers with her! Last night, when she'd gone to Lydia Newell's... they had each... each... loved one another... like lesbians... she had... had put her tongue in the young auburn-haired woman's pussy! God! Link Morgan had fucked her! His huge, bull-like cock had savagily ravished and cum like an elephant up in her still tingling pussy! Oh... oh she was so hot, even now! Mark would kill him... kill her, if he ever knew! That's why they'd put her in her car to let it roll in the ditch! God, she had to use her head... not let anyone know... especially, Mark! He might do something horrible if he ever knew the truth! She couldn't let anyone know... anyone! "Are you awake, Darling?" Carol's voice came in a gentle whisper, the slight movement of her girlfriend's body behind her as it turned toward her, widening Jean's thought-filled eyes. "Yes... I'm awake." "How do you feel, Baby?" "Good... fine. I feel real splendid!" Jean replied, smoothing her hand down over her flat little belly and noting for the first time that she was wearing her green, shortie nightie. Who had done that? Carol? Had she undressed her... seen her naked? Of course, she had, who else? God... had the sight of her naked body thrilled her best friend? She had a pretty, white body and she knew it! Her breasts were round and full, firmly pointed with their tiny nipples! And her waist was slender... "What would you like for breakfast, Dear?" "Wh-What... for breakfast? Oh, I don't know," Jean answered, rolling onto her back so that the length of her warm body crowded that of her very best friend. Dear God, she was hot... hot... unbelievably hot! But... but why? She had never known these sensations before with the nearness of a girl! With a man... with Mark, perhaps, but another girl? Yet, she felt them strongly within her... the actual urge to roll toward Carol and caress her breasts! "You decide... I'll love whatever you want!" Jean exclaimed, as if she were unfolding some forbidden secret. "All right!" Carol answered, suddenly swiveling from the bed and grabbing her wrapper. "I'll fix us french toast with maple syrup!" Feverishly, Jean looked up at her, eyes fixed on Carol's young thrusting breasts erotically swaying until the wrapper hid them, the excitement in her belly and loins causing her to twitch nervously, until finally she put her hands over her eyes! "Are you all right, Baby?" Carol questioned in an almost hushed voice. "Y-Yes... I'm fine." "Are... are you sure, Doll?" "Of course... of course, I'm sure!" Jean emphatically replied, rolling onto her side, again caressing the warm flatness of her softly trembling belly beneath the covers. "Go ahead... I'm waiting for that french toast..." she added sensually brushing her hand down between her hot, smooth thighs to gently stroke over the warmly curling pubic mound between her legs. She hardly heard Carol leave as she extended her middle finger and drew it up through the wet, sensitive flesh of her excited young cuntal slit. God... what had happened to her? She had never loved her pussy so much... nor been so possessed with sexy thoughts and desires! Something weirdly sensual had happened to her body chemistry, but dear God, she had no idea of what nor how! Then, it occurred to her that she seemed to be able to think more clearly now than she had the night before at Lydia Newell's. She tried to recall what her feelings had been before she had gone there, but it was difficult to remember... though it seemed that she had been normal enough, with none of this eroticism that was so tormenting her now down between her thighs... My God, was it possible that Lydia... or both of them, had done something to her... that unaware, she had innocently been drugged? Good Lord! Wh-What else could it be? The gentle opening of the bedroom door gave Jean ample opportunity to jerk her softly caressing fingers from between her warm vibrant thighs, which she sensed to be still moist and sticky from Link Morgan's flood of hot sperm up into her from behind hours before. It was Mark, peeking in to see if she were awake before entering. "C-Come in, Darling," Jean hesitantly invited in a purposed, feeble voice, pretending-weakness from the blow to her forehead being the only sanctuary she could think of to avoid the questions he was bound to ask. "How are you, Baby? Feel better this morning?" he probed, moving to the edge of the bed and lowering onto it. "A-A little," she replied, offering him a thin smile. God, he was so handsome in his uniform... and she loved him so much. "H-Have you had your breakfast?" He nodded. "I stopped at the Inn." "You look so tired, Darling," she said, reaching out to cover his large, broad hand with her small, soft one. "W-Was there any trouble last night from... from?" Mark shook his head before she had finished her question, knowing that she was referring to Caesar and his damned wild-pack, her concern irately edging him. He brushed his hand over his forehead, wishing to Christ he could get eight solid hours of dead sleep. Maybe he could be more rational then, though he wondered how in Christ's name he could? First, it'd been the goddanmed wild brute, and now this, whatever in hell it was she'd been doing! "Jean... where did you go last night?" he put to her, managing a gentleness to his tone. "I didn't know you had any meeting... yet Carol seems to think you did, but she doesn't know anymore about it than that. Where was the meeting, Baby?" Jean breathed a little sigh of relief within. Carol had known much more... must have heard when she'd mentioned Lydia's name over the phone, but she'd said nothing. For some reason, her best friend was trying to protect her... and thank God for that! Intentionally, she made her eyes roll in a blinking unsteadiness as she looked up at him with a pathetically empty expression. "I... I don't know, Mark... I-I can't remember. I-I've tried... but I just can't remember, Darling!" "All right, all right, Baby," he soothed, tenderly pressuring her small hand in reassurance. "It'll all come to you later. Don't even think about it now... just lie there and rest." Jean rolled her head away from him, biting at her full, lower lip to hold back the tears of shame she suddenly felt rushing toward her eyes. God, what a horrible bitch she was! Lying to him this way! And to protect whom? Then, for one brief instant, she was on the verge of blurting it all out to him, Lydia Newell, that foul Chief of Police, and the way they must have... had to have drugged her! But Carol's entrance into the room carrying a breakfast tray for her, brought it all to an abrupt standstill. "Here you are, Dear," the attractive brunette smiled, setting the tray down and moving toward the bed to fix her pillows behind her and make her comfortable. "French toast, bacon, maple syrup and plenty of hot coffee. How does that sound?" "Wonderful, Carol. You're... you're a doll..." Mark stood. "Well... I guess I'll try to get some sleep, Honey. You take it easy now, and I'll talk to you later, when I wake up." Then, to Carol: "Has Steve left?" "Yes. He was going to try and have an interview with the Purcell girl," the brunette replied, placing the tray onto Jean's lap. "He didn't know when he'd be back." Mark nodded, then smiled to Jean. "See you later, Baby," he said, moving beyond the door, then turning to blow her a kiss. Jean swallowed tightly as she watched her young, handsome husband disappear, still desperately fighting back the tears and trying to rid herself of the lump in her throat. Unseeingly, she looked down at the tempting breakfast Carol had set before her, but the appetite she'd awakened with had suddenly dulled. Instead, she poured coffee and reached for a sugar-cube, the sight of that little compressed, white square abruptly taking her back to Lydia Newell's lavish living-room... "You'll want sugar, Darling... It's very strong expresso..." God almighty, what was it they camouflaged with sugar lumps? LSD! Yes, that was it! They had given her LSD! But why? Why? "Wh-What is it, Honey?" Carol interrupted her frantic thoughts in a concerned voice, moving quickly to sit down beside her and begin stroking the crown of her head with an affectionate, feminine hand. "Something's bothering you..." Jean shook her head. "No... not really, Carol," she whispered, staring straight ahead at nothing. "I... I just remembered something is all..." "Last night?" her friend questioned in an equally sibilant tone. Jean slowly nodded. "They... they drugged me! I know now!" "W-Who drugged you Darling?" the brunette carefully probed, still caressing her beautiful blonde friend's golden crested crown. "You can tell me. I'll never breathe a word; you can be sure of that..." "I know," Jean said, slowly facing the attractive young girl. "You've already proved that... because you knew where I went, and you didn't tell Mark." Carol stole a deep, needed breath and let it sigh from her lungs, the action causing her full, firm breasts to intriguingly rise and fall before Jean. She whisperingly said: "I-I heard the name, Lydia Newell... and there was other troubled conversation, but... but believe it or not, I tried not to listen." "I know," Jean replied, reaching for the other's small hand to contain warmly inside her own. "But you heard enough, and especially to give Mark actual names... Why didn't you, Carol?" "l-I don't know," the sparkling, dark-eyed girl managed, gazing down at her lap and idly toying with a loose thread. "I suppose if... if you wanted him to know, you'd tell him yourself." "I believe that, Carol... but I can't help but imagine there was more," Jean persisted. "You... you undressed me last night, didn't you?" "Yes." Jean leaned back against the pillows behind her. For a long moment she was reluctant to ask... then: "Wh-What else did you find, Darling?" "S-Sperm... unquestionably, sperm! You were drenched with it between your legs, and... and the hair of your pussy," Carol answered without looking at her. At last, she raised her scintilating eyes to level with those of the beautiful girl who was unflinchingly watching her. "And... and you washed me all nice and clean there?" Jean questioned, knowing it was true, but wanting Carol's admitted confirmation, the mere though sending rousing fermentations through her unquietable loins and belly. "Yes... I washed you all nice and clean there," Carol whispered, her dark eyes searching the smokey-blue gems of her dearest friend. "Did you... enjoy doing it, Carol honey?" Jean couldn't help but question, noticing immediately the increasing breathing of the curvaceous brunette as her full breasts began to rise and fall in rapid rhythm. "Did you? I mean, tenderly cleansing my cunt and thighs... knowing that someone else, another man, had squirted their cum in there?" she gasped, uncontrollably reverting to a lewdness she, herself, couldn't understand. "Oh! Oh God, you're lovely, Jean!" Carol exclaimed, throwing herself onto Jean across the tray to the rattle of spilling dishes, clutching with both arms around the blonde girl's neck, their mouths meeting in a fusion of open, liquid passion! For a long moment, they kissed and caressed before parting, and as Carol tremblingly arose from the bed and began to clean up the mess they had made, Jean said: "We have a lot to tell each other, Darling... and I think some of it concerns Caesar... doesn't it?" "Y-Yes... yesss," Carol readily admitted. "But I'll tell you everything if you tell me!" "I will!" Jean assured. "Oh, I will, I promise!" Caesar 17/18 Caesar Comes, And His Revenge Chapter 18 Link Morgan's limited ability in photography had been acquired through the necessity of numerous little blackmailing schemes. The type of pictures he took invariably fell into a catagory that professional houses were not allowed to return, once developed. Anyway, the process being a simple one, the big Chief of Police had learned to do it in the darkened bathroom of his home, and that morning, only hours following their orgiastic involvement of Jean Blakely, the barrel-chested man delivered the finished prints, complete with negatives, to his auburn-haired, bachelorette cohort. Elated with the outcome of the obscenely indicting shots, Lydia first assured herself that Link Morgan had not secretly printed a set for himself, by re-threatening to frame his testicles along side of Mark Blakely's if she found out he was lying to her. Satisfied that he wasn't about to bite the hand that fed him, the emerald-eyed girl sent him on his way, then proceeded to sort out the moist lurid scenes. Carefully, she chose those which depicted the lovely features in lewd grimaces of Mark's young blonde wife, both in the act of wildly eating pussy, and getting wantonly fucked from behind. Then, she destroyed any that might give the slightest hint of her own, or Morgan's identity, and with the remainder she set out to intercept Mark Blakely on his morning patroling rounds. At last, she had that deceiving bastard right where she wanted him! In loose blouse, leather riding-skirt and boots, pantiless and braless as usual, Lydia chose the roan, Gallant Red, and headed off at a gallop toward A and B's south range and the canyon-rim which overlooked the entire valley. As always, little sensual ripples of excitement began to stir in her belly at the anticipated meeting of her ex-lover, further enhanced by the warm, smooth leather of the saddle rhythmically massaging her naked young loins with the powerful animal's galloping stride. She preferred, and often did ride bareback, to get the full effect of the hot, muscular animal-flesh against the sensitive intimacies of her quickly aroused pussy, but this morning she had felt the need of a saddle to make better time if necessary. Though, it was a rare morning's ride indeed, when she didn't climax at least three times, she decided that today she intended to save it for Mark's sweating energies. Accordingly, with weight in the stirrups, she eased the inciting pressure from her young, moistening loins and concentrated on the sweeping landscape ahead, ever looking for the black and white markings of the Deputy Sheriff's patrol car. The wind whipped at Lydia's long auburn hair, her full breasts rippling and jouncing sensuously, her vindictive mind retracing the lustful events with Mark's young blonde wife, Jean Blakely, the night before. That the blonde girl had been discovered with her car in the ditch by a passing ranch hand, the lecherous Morgan had grinningly told her. And there wasn't the slightest doubt in the bachelorette's mind but that the blonde bitch would pretend loss of memory. How else was she going to get around telling the truth to her loving husband... that she'd been out eating pussy and getting royally fucked by the ape-like, Link Morgan in the bargain? And how was she going to explain her grogged condition, except to blame it on the blow to her forehead? Lydia grinned to herself. The latter had been her idea, though she doubted that Jean would remember Link Morgan raising the egg with his huge fist before they'd sent her car into the ditch... but they'd had to be sure... Morgan, the lecherous bastard, he had the biggest, stiffest cock Lydia's ever seen on a man! And one of these days when she was hard-up enough, she was going to enjoy the whole solid length of it, but not until she'd glutted herself completely on Mark Blakely's! Christ, where was he anyway? By this time, she had usually spotted his car and could choose a point to intercept him... at least, she was certain she could this morning with her horse, Gallant Red, beneath her. But... but where in the hell was he? * * * In the wood, a half-mile or so off to the East, a pair of amber-glowing animal-eyes savagely followed the young horsewoman's every move, the golden medallion hanging from the german shepherd's massive throat making little tingling sounds against its suspending chain as the powerful beast loped in pace to the galloping horse. Beside Caesar, raced another huge, more shaggy, wolf-like dog; its vicious fangs and seething grey eyes depicted its wild ferocity. Caesar had chosen the animal from the pack with definite purpose in his uncanny brain. She-of-the-sheep and the brute-man had mistreated his golden mate, and there had been no way that he, Caesar, could help her. Later, they had carried her away in a speeding thing, and try as he did, he could not follow their swiftness. Instead, he had returned to his pack, commanding the grey-one to follow him. Now, she of the sheep moved in his world. It would be different, he instinctively knew, the most ancient of all precepts intuitively driving him... lex talionis... the law of retaliation! * * * Lydia couldn't help the irked uneasiness she was beginning to feel at not seeing Mark's car before this. Ordinarily, at this time of morning, he was buzzing along the backroads in regular patroling duty, and she would have spotted him at least a half-dozen times. Perhaps, he'd gotten tied up in town for a while... or maybe the accident of his little bitch-wife had interfered with his schedule. Damn him, whatever, she had no intentions of returning to the ranch until she'd confronted him with the pictures in her pocket, then made her own demands! He was going to find out that lusty-Lydia usually got what she wanted... and once she did, no one took it from her! Damn... she was hot, too! Riding western-style above the saddle for any distance had always exhausted her legs, and for the last ten-minutes she'd been forced to re-seat herself, the provocative massaging to her naked young loins immediately re-firing her sensual excitement. If she kept it up she was going to slip into a series of uncontrollable orgasms for sure, and this morning she definitely did not want that to happen before she got to young Mark Blakely! She reined the big roan to a halt, looking around for a vantage point where she could dismount and not readily be noticed, even by a chancing glance. The perfect place presented itself to her searching green-eyes... a tiny alcove with rock-formations, grass for Gallant Red, and a backdrop of dense wood. Pleased, the auburn-haired girl headed for it. Swinging down from her mounts, Lydia loosely tethered Gallant Red behind a near-concealing rock, then surveyed the almost deserted, panoramic landscape. With the exception of a pick-up truck, she saw nothing moving, especially a black and white deputy sheriff car. Goddamn! She thought, reaching into her deep shirt-pockets. Feeling the pictures, she brought them out and began to lewdly examine them once more. God... she was a deliciously beautiful young bitch, that Jean Blakely... and the way she had licked and sucked her pussy under the influence of the mind warping LSD last night! Just the remembering thought sent tiny spasms of shimmering lust stabbing through her aroused young loins and heated, soft belly. It wasn't over between them yet, regardless of the outcome with Mark! She had to have more of the delectable young creature's cunt and tongue! She sensed the uneasy pressure within her and glanced around for a place to relieve herself. Not wanting to curtail her view, she chose a small rock and moved behind it, lifting her leather skirt to lower herself into an obscenely squatting position, the group of pictures and negatives in her hand. She continued to glance at the salacious reproductions of their orgy while the gushing little stream flowing from her cunt sent further tingles of licentious arousal rippling through her. Relieving herself in the open this way had always turned her on, like a little girl squatting behind a bush in the front yard, certain that no one could see her... but the wildly lust-charging snapshots in her hand were adding much to the sensation. Damn, there was something absolutely erotic in pissing, with her skirt up like this, she tremoringly thought, making no effort to expedite, or shorten her moment of sensual delight... And she was still in that exposed, squatting stance when the vicious growl filled her ears like a building roar of thunder! Physically unmoving, Lydia Newell raised her widening, green-eyes in immediate apprehension, the huge german shepherd dog standing not ten-feet in front of her with its barred fangs gleaming, causing the blood in her veins to figuratively turn to ice! Had she not recognized the beast, she would have recognized the golden medallion that hung from her powerful neck! Caesar! The wild-pack leader! Oh... oh my dear Goddd! The other greyish brute slunk from the shadow of the wood then, and Lydia heard the whimper chokingly bubble up from somewhere deep inside her. She started to move, her nakedly exposed legs growing numb from their now-strained position, but the herculean dog's warning snarl froze her there, and it was that very guttural sound that sent Gallant Red galloping off in the wild-eyed fright down the slope! The immense brute moved sleekly toward her, fangs still bared, its amber-glowing eyes like something out of a Greek-myth as she squatted openly in her obscenely widespread position, the very fear of life and death raging through her! She fell backwards before the stalking, on-coming beast, her frantic brain trying to conceive some way of passifying its ferocity! And then... she remembered Annie Purcell, and what Jean Blakely had unwittingly told them the night before! Slowly, but intentionally, she raised her long legs, drawing them back to luridly present her nakedly exposed, young loins before the vicious brute. She even undulated them teasingly, as if she were offering them to a man, feeling the warm mud her urine and the earth had mushed beneath her lower, naked back! God almighty! He'd kill her! Between them, they'd tear her to pieces! Uncontrollably, she whimpered aloud, the pictures falling from her hand in fear-filled desperation, nothing else mattering except that she come through this terror alive! * * * Caesar moved over and around her in hated rage. Mental flicks of similar anger from ages long passed flickered through his unearthly brain. He raised his head and growled once to bring the other shaggy-haired beast who was his companion between her raised white legs. Fury rampaged within his powerful canine body. They had tormented his golden-one, used her in ways that greatly displeased him! This female one of the sheep was evil, and she must know his vengeance measure for measure! Lex talionis! Again, he commandingly growled, and the grey dog moved forward; his heavily parting tongue hanging wetly in anticipation from his open mouth... * * * Never in her spoiled young life had Lydia Newell actually known true, rank fear! But she did at that moment, as she cringed her body down in the mud produced from her own urine, her shapely white legs drawn back, her trembling, taut buttocks raised to obscenely display her vulnerable, hair-fringed loins before the pair of feral brutes threateningly encircling her! She gasped in near-hysteria at the grey, wolfish animal moving between her lewdly drawn-back thighs, his huge, vicious-appearing head not inches above her nakedly defenseless vagina! She stole a frantic glance at the immobile statue of Caesar standing off to one-side as if judgingly watching, but then her eyes quickly fastened once more on the menacing beast centered between her widely-parted legs! "Oooooohhhhh!" she gasped out as the wolf-like brute lowered its head and licked out with his hotly ravaging tongue, its wet heat saturating her helpless young loins like a sudden jolt of lightning! Twice more, she cried aloud in confused fright as the mighty dog obscenely flicked its wetly burning tongue into the sensitive intimacy of her unprotected cunt lips! "Oooohhh... oooooohhhh... my God... my God!" Lydia gutturally moaned, her entire panic-stricken body quaking uncontrollably beneath the beastial tonguing of the massive grey-dog! It sliced through the thinly moistened crevice separating the ragged, hair-lined lips of her cunt like a searing, flexible blade! With raised head and dreading eyes, she saw her teeny, erect clitoris frantically quivering! God, if it could scream, it would, she thought insanely as the brute continued to splay her pink cunt-flesh wide open with its hot, rapaciously licking tongue! Oh Christ... could it actually be happening? Two massive wild animals obscenely ravishing her... yet, one simply watching while the other sensually destroyed her with its devastatingly working tongue! Oooohhhh! She'd go mad from its inhuman licking of her cunt alone! Oooohhh! Ooohhhh... somehow... somehow, she had to keep control of herself! Wh-What would happen next? What... what did they intend to do with her when they grew tired of this? Again, she anxiously glanced toward the mighty german shepherd with the medallion, knowing now that he... it... whatever, decided all things! It was unbelievable but true! The huge, handsome beast hadn't moved! He stood as if waiting... waiting while the other licked and splayed her open, lewdly upthrust loins in calculated, mind-shattering ravishment! God, in all truth, she felt as if she were being totally destroyed! As if she were standing judgement... and there wasn't time to recount all the sins of her wicked young life! She began to toss her head from side to side in uncontrollable cadence to the grey dog's searingly swirling tongue claiming the tiniest secrets of her feverishly reacting cunt! Oooohhh... oohhhh... s-she would gladly give her soul to the lowest entity... just as long as it didn't stop... never, never stopped! But it did! And all when a ferocious growl emitted from the waiting Caesar! Lydia felt her hesitant breaths suddenly knotting in her throat as she watched and waited wild-eyed to the movements of the powerful animals! She saw the wolfish dog back off, then lie down, rolling onto its back! Caesar moved behind her, incredibly nudging at the top of her head with his nose! They weren't gentle nudges, nor was his growl less than menacing! Fearfully, Lydia guessed at his meaning, immediately responding. She lowered her legs and raised up to her knees, feeling the continued pushes of Caesar's great head against her skirt-covered buttocks as she crawled upside down on all fours above the animal's huge pulsating genitals, her legs spread wide over his nose! Then she sensed the brute's head raise between her kneelingly spread thighs and once more begin to lick the burning, wet crevice of her open pussy, its fluid, wetly searing tongue spraying and licking up into her flushed cunt-lips with maddening intensity! Oh God almighty! She'd cum a thousand times, this way, the auburn-haired bachelorette thought wildly, reaching back to obscenely pull her leather skirt up as high as it would go and give the beast unhindered access! If only it didn't stop! Insanely rising sensations of unqualified lust were beginning to rage furiously through her hotly fired genitals and trembling belly to the massive animal's wildly ravishing tongue! The further erotic excitement churned inside her as she felt the cool wetness of Caesar's nose sniffing back between her nakedly exposed buttocks! Abruptly his heated tongue made sensual contact with the tiny, puckered hole of her anus, then began to lick up and down the smooth, wide crevice, while the grey-one tongued incessantly at her inflamed cunt from below! "Oooohhh... oohhh God! They're licking my pussy and rectum at the same time!" Lydia coarsely groaned, sensing the powerful german shepherd's hotly snaking tongue-tip once more at the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole, the end of it curlingly attempting to worm its way up inside the sensitive, soft-fleshed lips! Oooohhh... she was going to go right out of her mind with the unnatural lewd pleasure they were bringing her... and then she sensed the first bubble about to burst inside her! S-She was going to cum like never before in her life... yesss she was cuuuummmminnnngggg! Her half-naked, young body, skirt pulled high up over her hips, convulsively jerked and writhed on her knees before the unceasing savagery of their hotly licking tongues, her legs and belly trembling in her erotically whirling bliss as shrill gasps of sensual delight squealed helplessly from her throat! Minutes later, while their lashing tongues contined to lave back between her nakedly grinding loins without let-up, she could feel herself cum again... and yet again! Her brain beginning to deliriously whirl from the intense strain down between her widesplit thighs! Uninteligible whimpers and babblings tumbled from her slackened lips as the oral rape to her screaming loins endlessly went on! In fact, she hardly noticed the presence of strong, furry forepaws suddenly clutching tightly at her defenseless upraised hips... not until the hot, hardness of his massive animal-body brushed against the soft, smooth skin of her nakedly exposed buttocks cheeks! Oooohhh! Caesar had mounted her from behind! Rather than fear or shame, the glazed emerald-eyes of the sensuously aroused girl swam in lurid salaciousness, lewdly pictured memories of Jean Blakely's wanton admissions the night before racing through her mind! "He fucks me so wonderfully... and his cock is so long and thick and hard!" Excitedly, Lydia twisted her head to look back, trying to catch sight of his animal-penis... and she did! In his upright position, clinging with powerful front legs to the rounded arch of her nakedly defenseless hips, she saw his huge, scarlet cock slipping from its heavy sheath, the pointed tip of the excitedly hardened shaft meaningfully glistening and jerking back between her openly spread asscheeks! Oh... oh God! I-It was unbelievable... like a beveled spear of gradually thickening cock-flesh that seemed to have no ending to it! In wanton fascination, she stared, watching it continue to grow out of the protective sheath, the brute's massive testicles seeming to grow and bloat with his animal-sperm right before her eyes! God almighty! He... it, they, were beautiful! The beastial spectacular in itself was sufficient with the hotly goading tongue of the sprawled animal beneath her savagely lapping her frenzied cunt to trigger yet another climax! Spastically, her entire young body trembled with the violent sensations shrieking ecstatically through it! Her brain struggled in its vortex of lust! How many cums was this? Three... four... more? God, she was losing all sense of perspective! Her whole being insanely quivered... as if she'd been milked of her spinal fluid! She was truly going to go completely insane before they were finished with her... but... but she had to have his cock... his tremendous, long, thick animal-cock plunging brutally up into her belly! In her drained, mind-shattering state, it was long moments before Lydia realized the mounting Caesar's intentions! And when she did, her reaction was automatic! The drawing upward of his huge and pointed animal-penis between her widespread buttocks might have warmed her under normal conditions, but there was nothing normal involved in this unnatural, beastial gang rape of her open young genitals! Good God! He intended to fuck her in the rectum with it! There wasn't any question with the way its hardened, wet point was probing along the softly yielding crevice separating the whitely trembling mounds of her upthrusted buttocks. He intended to sodomize her! For the first time since the beginning of their intoxicating ravishment, total utter horror filled the helpless, auburn-haired girl! Of all things she had ever sexually desired and been a part of, sodomy had never been one! The thought alone was enough to make her cry out, and she did, frantically, with pleading eyes, looking back at the mighty german shepherd mounting her. "Oh... oh no, God... please don't?" she openly begged, as if she were addressing a human male. "Ooohhh... please... no... no?" But there was no mercy in the burning amber-orbs that glared down at her. Instead, she saw a baring of fangs and heard the condeming growl that spat vicously from his medallioned throat! God, it was almost as if he were punishing her for something, Lydia incredulously reasoned! But that was insane! He was just a dog... a wild dog... yet, could it be possible that he'd seen her... she and Link with Jean Blakely the night before? W-Was he about to repay her for that? "Oooohhhhh!" she gasped out, the presence of his cock-tip caressing her tiny sensitive anal lips in brushing little strokes sending cringing sensations of confused dread racing through her! They continued, his swollen animal-hardness taunting the tiny mouth as it relentlessly probed for its cruel, ass-splitting entry. Frantically, she clenched her sphincter muscles tight, determined to fight him as the wet, beveled point pressed hotly forward and wormed cruelly up between the vainly resisting outer lips of her tiny asshole! "Oh God, Caesar, no! No, please, don't do it?" Lydia heard herself whimperingly beg! There was a punishing growl first, and then it happened, her futile clenched rectal muscles giving way, like a thin barricade of useless silk before an onslaughting army! She intensely felt the tapered length of his huge cock moistly penetrating the tiny, begudgingly stretching hole of her ass just as if she had rotated her finger around up inside with vasoline and lubricated it for him! Slowly, the hardened, burning rod of animal-flesh ploughed deeper and deeper up into her virginal rectum, ever-expanding the now thinly stretched outer lips as she gasped and whimpered before the unnatural intrustion into the warm, rubbery depths of her inhumanly splitting back passage! * * * Warm feeling of vehement retribution soared through Caesar's powerful body as he hunched his loins forward with intentional slowness, gradually submerging his heavily hardened animal-cock deep up into the forbidden rear passage of her human, female being! Some thing had instructed him accordingly, yet he knew not what... only why. This evil female, she of the sheep, had to be punished in the most degrading and painful way possible, and she would be! Nevertheless, the grasping heat of her human, female inner-flesh around his deeply slithering penis sparked lewdly growing-sensations of bestial sexuality in his taut body that boiled in his loins! Fleeting pictures of time immemorial raced through his near-human intelligence, though the wild canine part of him refused to acknowledge this! He saw only the replica of his golden-haired one's being nakedly helpless body being misused and by this human bitch and her companion and moved in closer behind the uncovered, secret body of the white female-human before him! Evil, she was, and there was an inbred way to meet evilness! Hadn't he had to do the same with bitches of his own pack? * * * "Oooohhhhh!" Lydia still kneeling on all fours over the grey, shaggy haired dog's reclining body, rasped in her completely sensuous world of pain-pleasure! The insane licking of her heatedly splayed inner-cunt from below had never ceased, even while the forbidden invasion of her tiny, defenseless ass-hole took place! Her nearly-unnerved brain could barely cope with the confused sensations racing through it! And then, suddenly, she was aware of Caesar behind her increasing the speed of his lewd hunching of his loins up between her open ass cheeks and fucking into her vainly resisting rectal channel like the beast he was! She felt the pointed tip of his animal-cock grazing at the very underside of her hot belly, up inside, as well as the swollen length of his cone-shaped hardness ruthlessly expanding the snug mouth of her once tiny unstretched asshole! "Aaaauuuggghhh!" she grunted, head thrown back to the vicious shock of stabbing pain screeching through her! With a wrenching lurch, she desperately tried to shake the impaling rod of scorching animal-cock from her deeply pierced rectum, but the effect was useless! As she grunted again and strained as though to pass gas to rid herself of the agonizing invasion, Caesar's fierce warning growl filled her ears, while his hairy forepaws savagely clutched at her soft, naked hips, and he began to pump furiously into her from behind! Along with her own pained babblings, Lydia heard the beast's deep-chested whimpers as he hammered with unmerciful rhythm up into the now soft yielding confines of her back passage. The savage, incessantly working tongue of the brute-head up between her kneed-out thighs lessened the torture with its hot hungry licking of her now, greedily throbbing cunt. Gradually the pain became more bearable, though it was still a tormenting blend of misery and weird stimulation. She felt saturated with wetness back between the entire area of her buttocks and loins, and also felt never-before emotion of debasing shame and humilation. God, to be forcibly sodomized was in itself degrading and perverse enough, but by a raping, wild animal! Yet, everytime she tried to think, her spinning brain blanked to the flesh-ripping thrusts jolting her ever more forward, until at last her pain-contorted face was brushing down against the huge hardened animal-cock of the sprawled dog beneath her! In her agony, she hadn't noticed the scarlet rod of swollen flesh emerging slowly from its furry sheath! The sight of it, long and thick and obscenely naked fired a new, more lewd passion inside her! She sensed her nakedly upraised buttocks squirming unconciously and of their own violation back onto Caesar's huge punishing hardness, a masochistic feeling of depraved joy boiling wierdly up in her belly! While she stared downward at the wet length of jerking penis, she began to undulate her body, moving her obscenely spread buttocks in tiny, lewdly accepting circles back onto his powerfully hammering cock, wishing she could see it vanishing up into the wide stretched little hole of her anus. But she could feel it reaming the soft rubbery depths, plowing and expanding the resilient hot flesh deep inside her rectum! She could even feel his bloated, sperm-filled balls slapping heavily down against her flushed cunt-lips where the wolfish dog's never-ceasing tongue licked at the raging nerve-ends of her seething pussy flesh! She felt less than human... no more than a bitch animal herself, suddenly reveling in her obscenely sandwiched position between two wild beasts that were vilely defiling her with cock and tongue! Her brain screamed, her nakedly grinding buttocks yielding before Caesar's hot, battering body, fiis huge rod of hardness racing up into the very depths of her feverishly tingling asshole, while her soft belly and inflamed cunt quaked and tremored to the mind-shattering tongue plundering wetly up into her open cunt from below! She gaped down at the huge animal-cock not inches beneath her! Her hand, beyond her conscious control now, sought it, feeling the beast lurch as she wrapped her human fingers around its wet, scarlet thickness, finally sliding them downward along the hardened rod to cup its base and the brute's bloated, cum-filled balls! Bitch, she was... yes... yes! The auburn-haired girl insanely moaned as she lowered her head and opened her lush, tongue-moistened lips, her green-eyes glazing when she slid them down over the hot, beveled tip, working her curling tongue along the thickening length of it until her mouth was filled to the stretching point with the wild sweet-tasting animal-cock! Blindly, she locked her eager lips around it and immediately the sprawled dog began to obscenely pump his loins upward into her face, causing her to almost gag as it shot to the back of her throat then down, its entire length nearly disappearing between her hungry, ovally nursing lips! Voraciously, Lydia sucked, her lust-glutted mind totally devoid of reality. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as she worked her head up and down, her tongue uncontrollably exploring the forbidden sleekness of his huge animal-penis! Her soft hand warmly cupped and caressed his massive, cum-filled balls, while at the same time she thrust her naked buttocks back in rhythm onto the growing hardness of Caesar's furiously plunging cock completely stuffing the stretched channel of her ass! Oh Christ! What would it taste like... its cum? Less than human? Gamey? Sweet? Tangy! As hot and pungent as Mark's? God, it didn't matter now! She wanted it... wanted it shooting hotly into her mouth... to swallow his animal jism, feeling it dribbling down her throat, filling her raging belly just as Caesar's massive cock pummeling into her maddeningly stretched rectum was going to fill her bowels to the bursting point from behind! Together, they could drown her in their scalding, beast-sperm and... and she would cum like a boiling geyser! A-Any minute now! Ooohhh... she wanted them all to cum together... together! She sensed the-oncoming explosion of the wolfish brute beneath her, its hardness abruptly swelling in her mouth and wildly she sucked it! It's tongue ceased in the blazing, wet crevice of her inflamed cunt, a weird whine come from down between her wide-spread legs as the first squirt of animal-cum gushed hotly up into her greedily working mouth! Then, it spurted an unending stream squirting from it! Lustfully, she swallowed in thick hungrily absorbing gulps, locking her lips tightly around the rhythmically ejaculating cock, determined not to lose the tiniest drop of the fiery cascading liquid! Caesar growled fiercely from deep in his powerful throat. Uncontrollably, Lydia whimpered around the brute-cock slowly deflating in her mouth, feeling the thickly boiling liquid of Caesar's animal-sperm shoot far up into her rectum, and detonating her own final, shattering climax! Delicious spasms of insane release frantically rocketed through her! She could feel every contraction of his huge, hardened animal-cock as it incessantly squirted its load of wild, burning semen deep, deep up into her eager, inwardly sucking bowels! On and on it went, like some pagan ritual performed as an offering to the devil himself, human gasps and animal growls filling the morning air in that alter-like alcove... until finally it was over, and the disheveled auburn-haired girl was left lying obscenely spread out on the earthen spot dampened by her own urine. Once, she raised her head to look around as a gasping tremor seized her half-naked young body in its lewdly splayed position. She was alone... quite alone!... And then, she remembered, clambering to her knees to frantically search around her! They were gone... gone! The bastard... the goddamned animal bastard! He'd taken the pictures between his teeth and vengefully loped away! Chapter 19 Mark Blakely was roused from a sound sleep shortly after noon by a keyed-up Steve Foster furiously shaking the exhausted young deputy, at the same time rasping in a coarse whisper: "For Christ sake, wake up will you, guy? Wake up... all hell's broken loose!" "Wha? What's wrong?" Mark confusedly stammered, bolting upright in the guest-room bed to stare blankly at his obviously distraught friend. "What the hell is it?" "Easy, keep your voice down!" Steve gestured with his hand, still speaking under his breath. "I don't think we should upset the girls with it! Lydia Newell, she was attacked and gang raped this morning by two dogs from the wild-pack... right in broad daylight, for Christ's sake! The whole fucking town is up-in-arms!" "Jesus!" Mark swore, his trained mind quickly shedding the web of sleep, his mental capacities immediately beginning to function. He swung from the bed and grabbed at the clothes he'd left draped over a chair. "Fill me in fast! How is Lydia?" "Taking it well enough as near as I could make out," the red-bearded writer replied in hushed tone, stepping back and nervously lighting a cigarette while Mark dressed. "I was at the high school trying to talk to the Purcell girl when I saw this red sports car come screaming crazily into town. It figured to be something, so I jumped back into my wagon and followed it to the Town Hall. This slick, auburn-haired chick jumped out and ran, half staggering, inside to the Chief of Police's office with me and a half-dozen others not ten-feet behind her! Then, we all heard her spill it to Morgan! She'd been horseback riding, stepped down for a rest, and suddenly this Caesar bastard and another wild-mutt charged out of the woods and attacked her... just like that!" "Two of them!" Mark half-choked. "She said they both raped her?" "That's what she implied... chased her horse off and went at her!" Steve said, his eyes lighting with unhidable flecks of excitement at the thought. "Said she had to walk some three-miles back to her ranch... and she looked pretty disheveled, all right... "How about her mental state?" Mark questioned, running a comb through his hair, then buckling on his holstered weapon. "Christ, that was the part that got me, Mark!" Steve replied. "She was as composed as a queen at a coronation! Refused to see Doc Emory, or be treated in any way... just raging, fucking mad is all, and demanding that something be done!" "That figures," Mark hissed drily, never surprised at any reaction from the stone-hearted girl who treated others as subservient, personal possesions. But... but raped by two of those wild bastards! Christ, if this was any indication of what could happen? "She was sure one of them was Caesar?" "She swore one animal had a Roman medallion around its neck!" Steve answered, then: "Goddamn, Mark... how do a pair of dogs, wild or any other kind, fuck a woman? Shit, I mean... not only the actual approach, but where the hell does intelligence... the motivation come from?" Mark ignored his guest's question. It struck too close to home. Instead, he said: "You're right about keeping it from the girls. Jean's in no condition for this kind of jolt. How is she, anyway, have you seen her?" "I looked in. She's resting and Carol's with her." "Good. We'll give them a little story and head down town," Mark said, scooping up his hat. "I don't like the sound of things at all, Steve. That wild-sonofabitch, Caesar... the brute's gone too far attacking Aaron Newell's daughter! God knows, any woman in the valley would have been horrible enough, but Lydia Newell! Damnit, what I've been trying to avoid all along may be well out of control now!" "You mean, a hunting posse?" Steve pressed, butting his cigarette. "I mean a bunch of drunken wild-men swarming over the hills and shooting at everything that moves!" Mark bitterly snapped, remembering the death of his own father! * * * The bond of intimacy so fervidly born between Jean and Carol only hours before had brought a new dimension to their relationship that Jean neither understood, nor intended to question. She was solely contented that it existed. A warm smile, or an affectionate touch from Carol was sufficient to keep her new exciting emotions simmering without blatantly racing into a sensual consummation. That would simply happen at precisely the proper moment, she felt certain, and it would be beautifully fulfilling between them! As well, the blonde young wife was confident that their liaison would have no effect on their marriages; they both loved their husbands too much and were intellectual enough to understand the infatuating workings of bisexuality! Privately, each had chosen separate moments to contemplate their revealed, sensuous feeling toward the other, but it was only Jean who tried to truly analyze them. Her long-time friend needed no self-acknowledgement: she had always been a little hot-box, and as well she had forever harbored secret lesbian desires toward Jean. Besides, her voluptuous blonde friend was not, after all, the first girl in her swinging life, was she! With Jean Blakely, her short interval of avid soul-searching had been somewhat different. Convinced now that she had been under the influence of some drug the night before, probably LSD, she was unceasingly conscious of the wanton passion it had unleashed within her, for lustful desire still smoldered in her warm belly and moistened loins like banked, hot coals, as if waiting to be stoked into roaring flames once more! Her mind continuously filled with vivid mental pictures of her own naked performance, her face lewdly nuzzled in Lydia Newell's exposed, wet loins, their heat, aroma, and taste as graphic to her senses as if she were still enframed between those long, white legs! God, was it any wonder that she should turn to beautiful Carol, her oldest and dearest friend, with such forbidden cravings awakened inside her? Jean couldn't help but think of the many warning articles she had read concerning the hallucinogenic acid, of its untimely reoccurances, a chilling little tremor rippling through her young body as she lie there in the bed. Supposing that happened to her and she uncontrollably went into a... a fit of lesbian lust? God forbid, but should it happen, there was no one she'd rather have with her to make love to than, darling Carol! She had protected her, avoiding Mark's questions, even washed and cleansed away Link Morgan's raping sperm from her... her drenched pussy! God, she was getting all hot again just thinking and remembering! If Carol was in there with her at that very moment... but she wasn't; Jean could hear her washing dishes in the kitchen, and she, herself, was supposed to be napping, getting needed rest according to Doc Emory. That sweet old darling. Had he known... suspected? If he had, he hadn't shown it... simply blamed it all on the bump she'd received to her forehead... the throbbing lump she'd gotten from Link Morgan's huge fist when they thoght she was unconscious! Damn them both! Why had they done it to her? It made no sense at all! Oh... she knew she was doing wrong in not telling Mark everything, but how could she? Even knowing the way they had drugged her, would he ever understand her uncontrollable acts with Lydia Newell? Link Morgan's raping her was one thing; though she hated to think what her husband would do to the vile brute if he knew! But he'd understand that wasn't her fault! With Lydia, she felt certain there'd be no such forgiveness! How many times had she heard him say that homosexual acts couldn't be forced onto anyone with an ounce of backbone! And he so deplored even the thought that up until the night with Caesar, she had been afraid to attempt oral sex with him, her own husband! Caesar! Her wonderful animal-lover... she hoped he was all right... and now, she knew he had come on Carol's first night there, just as she'd suspected. Another shivering tremor rippled through her, but this time a warm, sensuous one as she remembered what Carol had told her. Accompanying it, was an undeniable feeling of jealous envy she wished didn't exist, but it did. Carol had sucked him... actually sucked her handsome animal-lover's wonderful cock until she had made him come in her mouth! Oh damn, she was so hot... so hot! Why didn't Carol come in, she feverishly thought, smoothing her small hands down over her sensitively moving breasts and belly, finally cupping the gossamery feeling puffiness of the moistened, hair-fringed crevice between her limply spread thighs... caressing and gently pressuring until at last, she dozed into an uneasy, mind-spinning sleep... * * * "Goddamnit! Something's gotta be done, Blakely, before that vicious pack sweeps down and rapes half the wives and daughters in the valley in one mad orgy!" Link Morgan bitterly roared to the agreeing multitude of male voices gathered in the bar of the Crescent Inn Tavern. "We've waited long enough for your fucking conservationists to show! This time, it was Lydia Newell, and no less than a pair... two of the wild bastards! Christ, Aaron Newell's daughter! What the hell'll happen next if we don't take action ourselves?" "You know you're off-limits, Link!" Mark barked sharply, while Steve, behind him, began to scribble notes. "You've got to give the authorities time to get men up here!" "And in the meantime, we just stand around and let those savage brutes attack and rape our women, eh, Mark?" someone in the group sounded out, the pointed question rousing a clamor of liquor-raged agreement. Mark raised his hands. "Now wait a minute, all of you! Wait! Hold it down! Let me finish!" They quieted verbally, but the tensioned atmosphere let the Deputy Sheriff realize he was fighting a losing battle. "Some of you men here have seen... ridden with a no-head nor tail posse... a band of whiskey-soaked, frantic men with loaded weapons... firing at every leaf moving or, breaking twig! I don't have to tell you that innocent people, animals, whatever, can die from that insane action! That's why I'm asking you to wait for the conservationists. They'll be here right away... perhaps tomorrow!" "Tomorrow's too late, Mark!" someone shouted. "At least, it's too late for me! I've got two teenaged daughters and a wife to protect, and I don't intend to do it after they've been raped!" "Right! Abe's right!" another threw in, until finally the entire, unruly group was in accord. "Maybe, they've got a point, Mark!" Steve hissed into his ear. "Damn, what would you do?" "Not this, for Christ's sake!" the determined deputy snapped back at his friend. "Use your head... a band of drunken men with weapons in those hills? You ever seen a swarm of hopped-up soldiers attacking an objective and wind up shooting at each other? Well, I have... and if I can, I'm going to avoid it here! As well-meaning as these men are, they're in no mental condition to go out there!" "Blakely! Blakely!" It was link Morgan's gruff voice. "It's three o'clock in the afternoon on the twenty-third of June! We'll give you until seven o'clock this night... the twenty-third of June, to produce your tree-planters! If they're not there by then, we ride!" Again, the outburst of agreement re-echoed through the bar room. "You're... you're leading these men into certain trouble, Chief Morgan!" Mark shouted at the top of his lungs. "Leading them into certain trouble. You know the law as well as I do... or should! I order you not to do this!" "To hell with you, Mark!" someone half-screamed. "They're our wives and daughters... not yours!" Once more, the agreeing men shouted their yeas! "That's it, Deputy!" Link Morgan roared. "You've heard the mandate of the people! Seven o'clock, and that's it! We've been more than patient, waiting for state help! No one can condemn us for protecting out homes and families! My own niece was the first, and I've waited this long! No longer! Seven o'clock, Blakely... then we saddle up, regardless of the consequences!" The overwhelming shouts and backslaps to Link Morgan let Mark know that he'd done little but gain a few hours grace. For a moment, he watched the teeming assemblage of liquored, up-tight men crowding around the big police chief, then he turned and walked from the Inn. Steve Foster, directly behind him, caught up and said: "Christ, Mark, their point is well taken, you know! How would you feel if it was Jean that was threatened?" "You think, goddamnit, that I don't know?" he stopped short and spat at his friend. "Put down that fucking pencil for a minute, Foster, and do some figuring! You have any idea what that mob is going to look like, be like, act like, by seven o'clock tonight? And carrying loaded guns?" "Well... I suppose... "You suppose shit!" Mark spat, hating himself for taking it out on his best-friend, despising the knowing that he'd lost, aware that there'd be no state help for two days hence, and not blaming the men for the course of action they were going to take! Christ! Wouldn't he like to ride with them? Put a bullet right between that german shepherd's wife-fucking eyes! But he couldn't... wouldn't, and at the last minutes he'd still try to stop them. That was his job! "I'm sorry, Mark," Steve said, walking along beside him and climbing into the patrol car. "Don't get me wrong. I'm all for law and order... but hell, man, there's never been anything like this I just think of myself... and Carol... the same way those men must think of their wives and daughters, eh?" "I know... I know! You think it's easy for me, buddy? If you only knew!" Mark heard himself unwillingly admit. "Forget it! Let's just not talk about it!" "O-Okay... where, we going?" the red-bearded writer questioned. "Rounds... specific traipsing I have to perform every day in order to fulfill my role as protector of the peace!" Mark bitterly answered. "Wh-What about the conservationists?" Steve put to him. "They won't be here. They're two days off... and maybe a millennium too late!" The smaller man gaped at him. "And you knew that all along?" "Anything to stall for time." "But... but what happens at seven o'clock?" Steve shot. "Who the hell knows? I try again, is all..." Steve Foster tugged out a cigarette and lighted it. His whole frame trembled with the excitement involving him. Christ, it was an unbelievable story! What the hell kind of a lead-in would he ever open with? "Listen... Mark... if they ride, I'm going with them!" he said, watching the other's face. His friend nodded. "I figured that... but just don't be surprised if you wind up with your head in your hands!" "Oh... oh shit, what the hell... Steve gurgled, sucking deeply at his cigarette. Chapter 20 Caesar was confronted with no problem in quietly slipping into the town, even though the shadows had only begun to grow long. The sinking sun's light still glowed brightly on the horizon as the massive german shepherd sought himself a vantage point of hiding and froze into immobility, watching the furor and waiting. Human males chaotically stumbled about the central place where speeding things sat unmoving and many waiting horses awkwardly stomped and shied. Occasionally, they whinnied, their eyes uneasy to the human clamor about them. Patiently, the powerful dog evaluated. He read the meaning of the long things that were man-formed of iron and wood, knowing the ugly flame they belched and the painful death they brought. Humans roared their communicative sounds to one another with loud, ugly throats as they staggered toward the frightened horses. Caesar saw the brute-man then, and seconds later, he, of the golden one! Carefully, the massive wild dog appraised. He quickly read the animosity between the two male humans, the brute-man's throat-roars unnatural, as if he had eaten of the wild grass that distorted the instincts! He was waving his limbs and roaring, while the golden-one's human mate stood quiet and tall. Then, the brute-man turned away, the others with him, to climb onto the restless horses while his golden female's companion stood unmoving! Intuitively, Caesar was aware that he had been right! What he and the grey-one had done to she, of the sheep, had brought this about. But he had no concern for the welfare of his pack this night; he had concealed them well and left them with ample food. They would lie well-hidden from the cruel marauding of the brute-men and his wild-pack! A cracking sound that sharply rent the ending day caused Caesar's reflexes to instantly tense! Even as they did, he saw the fire spurt from one long thing and another male human clutch at his upper-leg, reeling and almost falling from the recoiling horse! Humans rushed toward him, including the golden-one's he, catching him before he fell, while others led by the brute-men, tore the long thing away from the unsteady male, pulling him, too, from a horse! This, the keen-instincted german shepherd knew was not meant to be! Confusion dominated once more! He sensed his sleek muscles relaxing. He would wait and watch; there was ample time before he went to the sleeping place of his golden mate! * * * "What does it mean, Mark?" Jean anxiously questioned. "Will they call the posse off?" "I'm hoping to hell they'll get some sense after that," Mark sighed, gazing down at his blonde-haired wife's concerned face, then uncontrollably letting his eyes rake downward over her curvaceous young body so provocatively outlined by the thin, satin sheet. Christ, he'd like to crawl in there with her for at least ten minutes! "We shouldn't waste any time, Mark," Steve Foster clipped his thoughts short. "You said you wanted to check with Doc Emory on how bad Abe was hurt..." "Yeah... yeah, we better get going," the big deputy agreed, tearing his eyes from his voluptuously outlined young wife. "What about your dinners?" Carol put in. "You characters think that I've been cooking for the fun of it?" "Sorry, Baby," Steve said, grabbing his wife and planting a fast kiss on her mouth. "This is the biggest story I've ever covered!" "Well, bully for you! I hope you starve to death!" Jean said: "Mark, when will you be home?" He bent and kissed her, then, in a soft voice: "Damnit, I don't know, Baby. I was hoping that this accidental shooting would halt these liquor-crazed men... but instead, it's just fired them more! They're claiming if it wasn't for the wild pack, Abe Reynolds would never've been shot! They're like a bunch of animals out there... and I've got to do everything I can to keep them from going into those hills!" "Mark, please?" his luscious, blonde wife pleaded. "I need you tonight, really need you!" she almost whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck. "If I ever needed you... it's tonight, Darling!" "Honey, Honey... Christ!" the young deputy gasped, untangling himself from her grip. "If I could, I would stay with you, Baby... but I can't! You've got to understand... at least, try! These drunken maniacs... someone could get killed out there tonight! I've got to do my best to stop them! Please, Baby... try to understand?" And then, he was upright, ignoring her and looking at his watch. "What time is it?" Steve anxiously questioned. "Almost nine. Doc should have the bullet out of him by now," Mark replied. "We better get back there..." "I'm still going with them if they ride, Mark!" the red-bearded writer said. "You understand?" "Forget it. Let's keep them from killing each other if we can!" The two wives remained silently by, one staring from her bed, the other near her as they gaped at the empty doorway, listening to their respective husbands leave the house without further word to them. "Are you hungry, Baby?" Carol, with a touch of rising anticipation to her voice, asked. "I-I was, but... but..." Carol smiled. "I understand, Honey. Me too, though I don't know why. By this time, I should think we'd both be familiar with this sort of evening." "D-Do you really ever get used to their being gone at all hours?" Jean wondered aloud, terribly upset that her young husband hadn't realized the importance of her physical need for him tonight above everything. God... had she made a mistake in marrying him, even loving him as she did? "N-Never knowing where they are... when, or if, they're coming home?" "Hmmmpff... after a couple years of marriage to an idiot-writer like I've got, you get damned well used to it," the willowy brunette replied, though with a little smile of deep affection radiating in her incandescent eyes. She reached down then with one soft hand and gently grazed her fingertips along Jean's smooth cheek. "Anyway... I'm just as pleased to have you all to myself tonight, Baby." A sensuous tremor of arousal fluttered through the tormented young wife's thinly covered curves at the warm contact and the undeniable meaning behind her dearest friend's words. She smiled upward with quickly incited desire at the sparkling-eyed girl, tenderly... needingly, taking her slender hand and brushing her soft cheek with it. "I... I love that thought, Carol darling! I really love it!" she throatily whispered. The supple, raven-haired Carol, felt a shiver of delight ripple upward along her spine. God... should she? Should she! At what cost? Yet, she heard herself say, "Beautiful, Baby... I'm disgusted with the thought of eating, too! Let the damned roast-beef harden into a nice, fat lump for them!" "T-There's better things to eat than roast-beef..." Jean pointedly rasped, almost blushingly shying her eyes from the other's heated gaze. The darling! The beautiful, luscious creature, Carol ardently thought! God almighty... was it really going to happen... after all these years? She swallowed tightly, and said: "I-I thought maybe I'd undress and get in beside you... that we could trade a few more intimate secrets, Baby... amongst other things... that is if you're sure you'd like to..." "Oh... oh, God yes! I'd like... want that, Carol darling! I do... I do!" Jean enthusiastically whimpered, once more brushing her silken-skinned cheek against her beautiful friend's soft, warm hand, while the persistent sensations gnawing hotly down at her loins and belly quickly fanned the bed of banked coals into sensuously licking flames! * * * Caesar lingered long enough to see them assemble once more, climb onto the fear-filled horses and ride away with the brute-man leading them, though he cared little. He then watched his golden-mate's human male disappear into his speeding thing and swiftly leave toward the hills. Momentarily, he wondered at the human intellect! The streets lay deserted before him. No posted humans guarded as in the past. Had he chose, his pack could hunt and ravage at will! He instinctively knew these things as he trotted along familiar ways toward his destination, unfathomable arousal mounting within his massive, feral body as he approached the shelter of his golden mate. Then, he saw the glow from the glass opening... saw that the glass was raised as if in open invitation and moved stealthily toward it! Soundlessly, Caesar placed his forepaws on the sill and raised himself. He saw them then, his golden-haired one and she of the fired-eyes and hungry lips who had pleased him so well with her mouth the other night! They lay beside one another on the sleeping place, very close, entwined, even their mouths meeting and clinging, and they were both uncovered beneath the white cloth. Their legs squirmed, their feeling portions moving over each other's young-feeding mounds, the sibilant sounds reaching him from them letting the mighty animal know that warmth and affection existed between them! Excitement at the visual closeness of their association hotly inspired him! The powerful animal licked at his chops as natural fervor flushed in his vigorous loins! Soundlessly, he eased up through the opened way, still laving his long, saliva-moistened tongue over his opened mouth as he stared at the unaware female humans! Jean saw him before he ever whimpered! "Caesar... darling!" she gasped, tearing herself free and sitting upright to hold her arms wide open as the great dog leaped onto the bed and moved forward to affectionately lick his tongue over her happily smiling face! "Oh my beautiful baby!" she gasped, hugging his medallioned neck tightly, which Carol, sitting erect beside her, smiled as if a long lost lover had just come home! "God!" the naked, willowy brunette gasped. "He's so beautiful!" "Yes, Yes!" Jean hissed, flattening the resilient white mounds of her whitely bared breasts against him, kissing his huge furry head and passionately clinging to him. "He's the most beautiful creature in the whole world!" "I know... I know... I think I love him, too!" Carol throatily exclaimed, running her slender hand over the mighty animal's darkened mane, both girls the more incited by their stimulating nakedness they had sensually stripped each other to in their mounting, sexual desires! "Oh, you sweet darling... you've come to love me, haven't you?" Jean uncontrollably breathed. "Haven't you, my lover?" Carol heard the mighty beast whimper, almost as if he understood Jean's words! God, it was unheard-of... but she knew it was so! Subconsciously, she stroked a hand over the smoothly rounded firmness of her own full breast, thrilling to the feel of its tingling, hardened little nipple; then, she said: "Do it, Darling! Get up on your knees so he can do it to you from behind! That's why he's come! He... he wants to fuck you!" Carol's lustful words raked through Jean's passion-infused brain like white-hot barbs! "Yes... yes... that's what he wants, isn't it! To... to fuck me like he's done before!" she gasped hotly, the sound and using of the luridly graphic, four-letter word like a bellows to the licking flames in her trembling belly and feverishly moistened loins! She scrambled about in the bed, quickly getting onto hands and knees, unhesitatingly spreading her long white legs and full young thighs wide apart toward him! Lowering her head and shoulders, she eagerly looked back from her obscenely assumed position to see her animal-lover's glowing amber-eyes fixed on the white, upthrusted mounds of her lewdly offered buttocks! "I'll help!" Carol licentiously exclaimed, getting onto her own knees beside the heavily-breathing young blonde wife. "Come on, Caesar, Darling! Up... up and fuck our Jeannie! She needs your cock so badly tonight, Lover!" the intensely aroused brunette invited, gently patting Jean's soft, smoothly upturned buttocks. Then, with self-gratifying salaciousness, she moved closer, leaning over Jean and facing Caesar to embrace the white, fully rounded moons. With soft hands and extended fingers that met in the smooth creamy crevice, Carol excitedly spread apart even further the lush ovals of her friend's warmly yielding young ass-cheeks! "You see, Darling?" she huskily addressed the huge, watching dog, her eyes alive with burning delight as they feasted on Jean's lewdly exposed vaginal split! Eagerly, Carol pulled at the resilient white moons until the tiny puckered mouth of her blonde girl friend's pink anus was slightly gasping, opening and closing teasingly before her! She locked her hungry dark eyes on the golden, curl-fringed lips of Jean's flushed cunt, watching them moistly separate to reveal the intimate wetness of its hot, pink inner-flesh! "Th-There, Darling!" she rasped sensuously, the delectably firing sight touching off wild sensations in her own churning belly and smouldering loins! "Let me get it all slicky and ready for you!" Jean squealed out her sigh of delight as she felt Carol's warm, damp tongue licking down through the wide-spread crevice of her naked buttocks, pausing to lovingly brush and stab with the hotly searing tip of it at the tiny mouth of her anus before moving further down to the passion-inflamed opening of her widely exposed vagina! Again, Jean whimpered out as Carol's enticingly moving tongue splayed open the blood-swollen lips of her warmly seething pussy, licking wetly, over and through the hot electrified flesh to the hardened bud of her tiny erect clitoris! There, she played long enough to raise additional moans of gasping pleasure from Jean who was frantically trying to look back over her shoulder with mouth open wide and watch it all from her obscenely kneeling position! For a long moment, Carol was lost in her own wanton desire, but Caesar's gentle growl reminded her. She reluctantly withdrew her tongue from the deliciously whetting crevice of Jean's eagerly tremoring cunt and raised her head. She saw the powerful animal pressing close between her girl friend's wide-spread legs and smiled knowingly at him. "Come on, Darling!" the sparkling-eyed brunette feverishly invited, moving back to give him access as she once more stroked teasingly at the smoothly curved mounds of Jean's lewdly upturned buttocks. "Hurry... let me help!" Jean remembered then and looked toward the vanity mirror, their whitely glistening reflections of their naked bodies giving her a perfect view of it all! Oh... oh God, there it was, she erotically quivered deep up in her bowels as her handsome animal-lover mounted her shamelessly upraised buttocks from behind and his huge cock began to slither forth from its concealing sheath! She had seen it before and loved it then, but at that moment the wonderful sight of its long, thick hardness was about to drive her insane with her licentious need for it racing deep up inside her waiting belly. She stared longingly at its wetly glistening tip and watched with lewdly fixed eyes as Carol suddenly reached down to grasp it in her slender, white hand, guiding it pointedly toward the pinkly waiting wetness of her desire-inflamed vaginal hole! Jean heard Caesar's whimper to Carol's clasping hand... felt her powerful lover's furry forelegs grip tightly at her naked hips and thighs, then sensed the first hot contact of his wet-tipped hardness with her excitedly opening pussy-mouth! "Now, Baby, he's going to fuck you!" Carol lasciviously hissed. "Hold tight, Darling! Caesar's going to put out the fire in your hot little cunt and belly! Go on, Lover... fuck her good... fuck her like you would one of your own bitches!!!" Jean felt her breath thrillingly whipped away before the piercing charge of the dog's hugely hardened cock soared far up into the hot, dilated channel of her wetly clutching vagina! She felt its massive cone-shaped hardness spreading open her sensitive inner vaginal flesh, smoothing out every tiny fold and wrinkle of her liquid passage in semi-painful joy! Uncontrollably, she grunted out her intensively blinded rapture to the rhythmic, rapidly increasing thrusts of her mounting animal-lover fucking vigorously into her from behind! In almost insane, uncontrollable lust, Carol watched beady-eyed from inches away, one hand with three of its fingers obscenely buried up in the steaming wet cuntal slit between her own, wide-spread thighs, the other reaching from behind through Caesar's back legs to warmly cup and milk his heavily bloated, sperm-filled balls! Wild passionate whimpers of her own blended with those of Jean's and the mighty dog fucking up into her slavishly kneeling blonde girl friend with heavy, buttock-flattening fury! She had never seen an animal fuck a girl before... had pictured what it was probably like... but nothing in her most licentious imagination could match the forbidden lust-inciting spectacle she was witnessing! With fixed stare, she watched the huge dog's long and thick scarlet cock plunge like a smoothly racing piston up into Jean's hotly undulating young cunt! On the quick, rhythmic outstroke, the young deputy sheriff's wife's pink, inner-vaginal flesh appeared, clinging to the dog's cock like that of hungrily sucking lips, the wetly sluicing sound alone enough to drive her wild! "Oooohhh... it's... it's so... sooo beautifulll!" Carol heard Jean elatedly moan, and tore her eyes from the tightly clinging curls of her girl friend's flesh filled cunt to see her long blonde hair flailing as she tossed her beautiful head from side to side in her forbidden bliss. She had raised up to her hands and was grinding and fucking her whitely jerking asscheeks back unceasingly as Caesar humped up into her from behind in unremitting animal-desire, furiously smacking his loins into and flattening her eagerly yielding buttocks! Her nakedly curvaceous body quivered with every unhuman thrust, her hanging white breasts doing an enticing dance of ripples and sways to the jolting thrusts of her tightly locked animal-lover! Lustfully, Carol withdrew her hand from between her legs and clutched at Jean's nearest, dangling breast, salaciously smearing the wetness from her own cunt over the marble-hard bud of its tiny pink nipple! The lewd act reminded Jean of her excited friend's presence, and in her passion-mesmerized ecstacy, she twisted her head to look back at her. "Oooohh... oh Darling, I-I'm sorry! It's so beautiful... and I... I needed it so! "It's all right, Darling, go on... go on!" "No! No! I want you, too!" Jean gasped, her lust-incited brain reeling with flicking memories of Lydia Newell and the wanton thrill of licking and sucking the auburn-haired girl's cunt! "I want you up here, Carol, Darling... with your legs spread open in front of me where I can kiss and lick your pussy with my tongue! Hurry, and we can all cum together!" she obscenely urged, reaching back to grasp her friend's hand as Caesar fucked even more wildly now up into the wide-split crevice of her hungrily welcoming young vagina from behind!!!! * * * Mark toured the range roads a half-dozen times, listening with attuned ear through the opened window for the night-splitting explosion that he didn't want to hear. Not that he cared about the goddamned wild-pack, but that unnerving shot could mean that one of those drunken maniacs up there in the hills had been accidentally killed! In two hours, it didn't happen, and gradually he relaxed to the possibility that it wasn't going to. Steve wasn't about to come back with anything but a mighty sore ass from riding that horse! If they hadn't come across the pack by now, they weren't about to. Caesar's ravaging time was somewhere close to midnight, and it was thirty minutes after that. Chances were, thank God, that the bastard had taken a holiday! Christ, he thought, he too, was thinking of the vicious beast almost as if it had human intellect! Shows what lack of sufficient sleep can do! To hell with it! He'd go home and see how Jeannie was doing, he decided, a flashing sense of lustful arousal ripping through him at the memory of her plea just before he'd left. Damn! Might as well! What could he do, anyway? That crew had enough liquor amongst them to keep them plodding all night... and his own sweet Jeannie was home in bed waiting for him! I need you tonight, Darling! she'd begged. Christ! He sensed his cock elongating, hardening inside his pants. Fuck 'em! Let them kill one another if that was their bag! He was going home, kick Carol back into the guest-room, and lovingly fuck his beautifully curvaceous wife! * * * Passionately, Jean stared down at the soft, curl-rimmed lips of her girl friend Carol's sensuously splayed cunt that the vivacious brunette was spreading open to her with slender fingers placed on the dark, hair-lined lips, her lovely white legs scissored wide as she revealed the glistening, moist delicacies of the intimate little hole up between her thighs! "There it is, Darling... if you want it!" Carol luridly hissed. "My hot cunt! Waiting to be licked and loved!" Jean didn't linger, not even to visually devour the lust-inciting beauty of it! The building, swirling heat in her young wifely loins from Caesar's huge cock fucking into her from behind, forewarned her that the moment of ecstatic explosion was near at hand. Instead, she dropped her head, snuggling her lovely face in close to the wet pungency of Carol's nakedly exposed pussy and blindly, greedily, thrust her tiny pink tongue into the hot, liquid flesh to lave and lick, sometimes sucking her way upward toward her nakedly moaning friend's suddenly quivering clitoris! "Oh! Oh God, Jean... it's heavenly! Don't stop! Do it good! Just... just don't stop... ever... ever!" Carol heard herself moan, knowing the many, many times she had envisioned this very moment! Oh God, her best girl friend, Jeannie, was licking her cunt! Oh God... she'd, go insane! Caesar heard their exchange of affectionate sounds as he hungrily fucked his pale rod of burning animal-hardness deeper and deeper up into his golden-one's warmly absorbing cunt, sensing his moment of cumming nearing! He was not unhappy at their closeness, in fact, it seemed to stimulate his own want! There was something about their whiteness, the wet, pink little holes up between their smooth-skinned, naked legs that sent the wild, hot-blood racing through him! He knew that his golden-mate was mouthing the open little slit of the fire-eyed one's quivering body, and that she, the latter, was experiencing love and joy by the whimpering sounds she made! This was good, he instinctively reasoned! That beings should be happy however... wherever! Affection and joy, his beastial mentality registered, his keen eyes watching the act before him, the sight of it goading his scalding sperm toward the moment of his near release! Jean felt her animal-lover's cock growing and beginning to jerk slightly up inside her, sensed the worming tip caressing all the way up to the under side of her hotly inflamed belly! He was going to cum and so was she... but would Carol? God, she wanted them all to come to orgasm together in this beautiful moment! Wildly, she sucked at her friend's deliciously tasting clitoris, hoping against hope that she'd found the secret of her ultimate release! "Oh... oh yesss, Babbyy... Carol's going to cummm... right in your mouthhh!" the willowy brunette gasped, clutching desperately at her own sensitively jumping breasts as the swirling passion mounted toward the erotic second of ultimate release! "Mmmmmmm!" Jean whimpered, with hotly sucking lips and ravishing tongue, knowing her own moment of ecstasy! Suddenly, she tasted the warmly gushing juices of her girl friend's hotly flowing secretions, the frenzied delight tripping her built passions almost beyond human mentality! She sensed a bullet-like spurt of boiling semen from Caesar's deeply imbedded cock, then an unleashing of his volcanic animal-cum that seemed to saturate and swirl about hotly throughout her entire quaking belly and fill her greedily absorbing young cunt almost to the bursting point. And with it, came her own explosion of maddening bliss, her nakedly curved body spasming in obscenely forbidden rapture to the human wails and animal whimpers that filled the room! And then, there was a gasping silence! Jean sensed herself falling, uncontrollably collapsing forward, her face still resting against Carol's wetly exhausted loins, her sperm-flooded young cunt still sucking greedily at Caesar's rapidly deflating animal-cock. She felt and heard him withdraw from between her legs, his softened penis slipping out of her with a soft, lewd plopping noise and she knew without looking that he would not be there when she turned her head... yet, she did! He was gone... her magnificent lover... but he would come back! Again, she rested her cheek against the soft, downy wetness of Carol's still warmly pulsating cunt. It had all been so beautiful... so beautiful! * * * No one had heard Mark's entry into the house; he was certain of that as he stared into the room at the two naked girls! His heavy cock still throbbed in anticipation inside his pants, but at that moment it had temporarily lost a certain amount of its inspired hardness! Jesus Christ! Jean was between Carol's wide-spread legs, her face resting against the girl's cunt! He saw her lips, wet and glistening! She'd been eating pussy... Carol's pussy! Jesus Christ... his Jeannie... his own Jeannie! Jesus, she was a lesbian too! He tried to gain control of himself, dug his nails into the palms of his hands, but he knew it was no use! His whole fucking world had twisted upside down for him anyway! He'd tried... tried... tried... but this... this was too much! He just couldn't swallow it! Jean a lesbian! He gasped inwardly, sensing his cock hardening once more as he gaped lustfully at Carol's naked, willowy body, vengeful thoughts beginning to boil feverishly in his painfully enraged brain! The End