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LLP-272 Caesar Comes Book One by Jon Reskind


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, crouching, 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 ...



Chapter 2


The chilling, wolf-like cry had sent a tiny tremor rippling over Jean 
Blakely's curvaceous, naked body, and she snuggled backwards in the 
bed, up tighter against her young husband, finding reassurance in his 
sheltering, rugged masculinity. He stirred with the movement, making 
her realize that she was tickling his face again with strands of her 
long blonde hair. His strong hand cupping the resilient flesh of her 
left breast started to move away, then returned as if in after-thought 
to reclaim the firm, full mound, and she felt the length of his flaccid 
penis possessively seating itself tighter back between her buttocks, 
the pubic hair of his lean pelvis pleasurefully brushing against their 
yielding, sensitive smoothness.

She quietly sighed in drowsing unrest. Her soft belly and tingling 
sperm flooded vaginal walls still fluttered with little throbbing 
spasms from the rapture of their love-making. It had nearly happened 
this time, and she was confident that very soon they would discover the 
intimate formula. Most of all, she had made him happy; all else, even 
her own fulfillment, was of secondary importance ... but the animal's 
lonely cry had seemed to add to her uneasiness.

Wide awake once more, Jean's novelly devoted young mind fell into 
thought. It was just that everything was so strange to her, she 
supposed ... and she loved him so much. Their marriage, Crescent 
Valley, this new and foreign life away from the city, the latter all 
that she'd ever really known ... it was such a different existence ... 
except for his being a law-enforcement officer.

She'd vowed, after watching her Mom's many many nights of worry that 
she'd never marry a lawman ... and here she was, happier than she could 
ever have dreamed possible. Of course, with Mark it was a little 
different; he was a deputy sheriff in an almost rural district, while 
her dad had been a Los Angeles detective with his life constantly in 
danger, but why couldn't Mark have been a druggist, or a carpenter, or 
... or ...? Ridiculous ... lying there thinking such nonsense ...! He 
was Mark Blakely and she loved him with every ounce of strength she 
possessed! In fact, she couldn't imagine him being anything else but a 
deputy sheriff; he looked so handsome in his uniform. Besides, if he'd 
chosen any other career she probably would never have met him! 
Certainly, he wouldn't have been in L.A. attending the police academy 
seminar for that week, nor could her father have invited him home to 
dinner ...!

And what a beautiful, whirlwind seven-days they had been: first, the 
double-dates with Steve and Carol; then, the private ones of their own 
... and the very first kiss! Shortly, Mark's proposal had followed. 
Lord, she'd thought she was going to go out of her mind with happiness! 
Mom had guessed before they'd even had a chance to tell her, Jean 
remembered, smiling to herself in the darkness, and Dad had just stood 
there beaming proudly, waiting to give them both his blessing.

Two months ago, yet it seemed like yesterday that Judge Wilton had 
pronounced them man and wife. It hadn't been at all what she'd 
girlishly envisioned as her wedding, but neither she nor Mark had 
wanted to wait another minute. Besides, he'd had to get back here to 
the valley and she'd had no intentions of letting him come alone ... 
nor had she really known one single moment of regret over her snap 
decision. She'd loved him from the very first instant their eyes had 
met, and that, she knew, would never change regardless of what he did 
to her... or what he couldn't do ... But that wasn't fair, that last 
uncalled-for thought, she mentally reprimanded, angry with her self. 
Gently, she caressed his big, virile hand warmly cupping her naked 
breast, brushing with fervent affection the soft masculine hair that 
grew sparsely along its back. He would soon discover the intrinsic key 
to bringing her to orgasm, she reassured herself, a tiny passionate 
tremor rippling over her once more, the erotic anticipation nearly as 
satisfying to her young, voluptuous body as the unlocked moment itself 
might be ...

Though he hadn't moved any portion of himself, except his face to 
escape the perfumed taunting of her silken hair teasing at his chin, 
Mark lay wide-eyed, well aware of his new young wife's sleeplessness. 
Again tonight he'd failed, he confusedly thought. And she'd been almost 
there, that much he felt certain of, but he hadn't been able to hold 
back his cum any longer! Damn, she was so lovely ... her breath-taking 
body ... so soft and white and roundedly curved at every strategic 
point ... he had only to look down at her and he was lost! He'd cum 
like some sort of unleashed, pumping fountain, his bloated balls 
achingly pressuring the sperm from them in wild, spurting gushes that 
had damned near torn him apart! And after that, what could he possibly 
do for an encore ... even knowing that she was as excited and tighter 
than a drum inside, hoping, just hoping and giving herself to him ... 
only to be left played with, but never released? What else was there 
for her outside of wrapping her soft arms around his neck as she 
pressed her warm smooth curies tightly against his spent body and 
passionately whispered how much she loved him ... that it was all 
right, and maybe next time it would be different? What else ... except 
hit him in the face with a shoe, or something, the way the wealthy and 
spoiled Lydia Newell would react? But then, Jean was no Lydia, was she, 
not his gorgeous Jeannie ...?

Christ, it wasn't even honorable to tie both of them into the same 
thought! Maybe if he'd waited until things were in better straits here 
in the valley, he could've made this twenty-two year old golden young 
Venus some sort of a physically satisfying husband! Not only was Lydia 
an ever-present menace to their marriage with her sensually vicious 
body and mind, but there was the rotten drug problem the town had 
suddenly been exposed to among its young people ... and even worse, the 
unbelievable wild-dog pack that was raiding the herds for food, plus, 
the stupid damned stories that were spreading about its huge, 
mysterious leader. He'd brought her there right in the midst of it all 
... his precious Jeannie, exposing her to the worst possible side of 
the valley. He hadn't been thinking ... couldn't, damnit! He'd been 
that far gone ... completely and totally in love ... if that term could 
accurately describe what had happened to him.

Hell, for himself, he wasn't sorry. Like any man, he was too damned 
lustful. But for the exotically precious young woman he held snugly 
embraced against him, he couldn't help feel genuine concern. Christ, he 
loved her so damned much! If only he'd used his head, or heart, instead 
of his brainless hard cock to do his thinking ...!

"You're awake, aren't you, Darling," he heard her softly whisper in a 
statement rather than a question. "I could tell by the way your hand 
began to squeeze and stroke my breast."

"Y-yes," he breathed, feeling her trying to cuddle her intoxicating, 
nakedness back against him even closer, her smooth little hand holding 
his that was intently clutching the firm resilience of the unbelievably 
full mounds on her chest.

A revived sensation of desire charged through him at the meaningful 
squirm of her satin-smooth buttocks back against his cock between them, 
causing it to lurch into the first stages of re-hardness and she 
passionately whimpered. He kissed the crown of her head, even as 
thoughts of Link Morgan, Lydia Newell, and the ferocious dog-pack with 
its wild leader raced through it. Why he should think of them, and 
especially a brute animal at such a time, was unanswerable! She was so 
beautiful, so softly luscious, so absolutely feminine ...!

"W-what's bothering you, Darling?" she whispered.

"You. Just you, Baby ... nothing else."

"Oh darling ..." she said, kissing his hand. "I-I know you want to mean 
that ... but there's something else on your mind ... Already, I can 
tell, and I've only known you two-months. You can't lie to me, Mark ... 
not ever ... Please? What is it? Let me worry with you? Isn't that part 
of our life together?"

He didn't answer right away. Then: "Of course, Baby. I'll always tell 
you," he lied, feeling protective in the act. "Minor things, really ... 
day to day details that I have to be concerned with ..."

"What about the dogs?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"The dogs?"

"The wild-pack everyone is talking about that raid the sheep?"

"What about them? It happens all the time."

"Not according to the women in the neighborhood," she quietly replied. 
"Old Granny Obert said something about it being a hundred years ago 
when the valley was first settled that dogs actually ran wild like 
this. And ... and she insists that ... that they had the same leader 
..."

"Good Lord, Jean! You can't believe that medieval nonsense! Dammit, 
those pipe-smoking, nursing-home cases ought to be carted away!" Mark 
snapped, rolling onto his back and letting free of her breast.

Immediately, Jean turned over, crowding close to hug him. He could see 
her lovely heart-shaped face by the light of the half-moon filtering in 
through their open window.

"Well, don't get angry with me, Sweetheart," she entreated. "I'm only 
trying to tell the deputy sheriff what's circulating around town ..."

"The deputy sheriff can't do a damned thing in this little burg!" he 
snapped, not meaning to sound angry. "His jurisdiction begins at its 
town-limits. Inside those barriers, Chief of Police Link Morgan 
enforces the law ... such as it is ..."

"Darling, Darling, please ...? You're beginning to sound mean."

"I don't intend to ... I'm sorry," he said, his brain suddenly filled 
with the memory of the three boys he'd picked up for pushing dope at 
the Valley High School. He'd turned them over to Link and nothing had 
happened yet, not even a hearing before Judge Collins ... but then, 
even the Judge was on Link's pay, wasn't he. Goddamnit, how could you 
maintain law and the citizens' rightful peace in an area like this with 
such as Link Morgan and the Newells? They controlled! Damnit, sometimes 
he was tempted to ask Sheriff Hester for a transfer! He would if it 
wasn't for his Dad ... dead now, killed by Link's accidental hunting 
bullet ...! Yeah, he would because of Jeannie, but he knew he'd never 
be able to forgive himself! The sons of bitches! Goddamnit, he never 
should have brought her there until it was all cleared ...!

The telephone interrupted his thoughts. Jean let free of him as he 
fumbled for the light-switch then the instrument setting on the table 
beside him. She tensed as it rang again. There had been only a few such 
night calls since their marriage, but each of them had been serious 
enough to take him from her ... auto accidents ... a robbery ... and 
...

"What the hell are you saying, Doc?" she heard Mark incredulously blurt 
out. "The Purcell girl ... Link Morgan's niece ...? My God ... did he 
maul her ...? What ...? Th-that's impossible ...! I can't believe ... 
listen, I'll be right there, Doc ...! Have you called Link? Okay ... 
okay, I'll be right over ...!"

Jean could hardly believe the appalled expression wrenching the 
handsome features of her husband's rugged face. He was staring at her, 
but frighteningly not seeing her, she realized. Whatever it was all 
about, the knowledge of it had actually drained the blood from his 
chiseled features!

"Wh-what is it, Mark?" she hesitantly asked, sitting upright in the bed 
and pulling the sheet up over her nakedness as he hurriedly bolted to 
the floor and began to dress.

"What ...? Oh ... an accident, Honey ... there's been an accident ... 
nothing for you to worry about," he managed after a moment, as if her 
were pacifying a child.

He was lying and she blew it, that thought alone sending an icy chill 
along her naked spine. He would never he, only to protect her, or keep 
her from worrying ... "A-Annie Purcell, you said ... and ... and did he 
maul her ... please, Darling, tell me the truth ...?"

"Damnit, Jean, it's nothing for you to concern yourself with!" he 
snapped as he strapped on his holstered pistol, then went to the closet 
and brought out his shotgun. His sharpness of tone, rather than 
offending her, only added to her anxiety. "Just go to sleep ... and 
I'll be back as quick as I can ..."

He started out the door, then, as if on second thought, crossed the 
room to close their bedroom window, that surprising act almost 
completely unnerving her.

"Why did you do that?" she brusquely questioned. "Would you like to 
have me suffocate here in my ignorance, too?"

She saw him swallow tightly and move toward the bed, bending down to 
kiss her. "Please, Baby ... I can't explain now ... there isn't time. 
I've got to get over to Doc Emory's," he said, stroking her back as he 
warmly kissed her lips. "Just trust me and do as I ask ... all right?"

"Al-all right, Darling ... I'm sorry ..."

"I know ... now try to get some sleep ... and don't worry."

"I-I'II try," she promised as he smiled back one last time before 
disappearing through the doorway.

*  *  *

Some dozen men in hasty dress had gathered in front of the Doctor's 
house when Mark drove up. Most of them were carrying rifles or 
shotguns, and the others, he assumed, were armed one way or another. He 
snapped his own shotgun into its accessible bracket and stepped from 
the patrol car.

"Hello, Mark," a naselish voice he recognized as Fred Clark's greeted, 
the tall, thin man approaching him. "I found her ... stumbling along 
Cypress Street, naked as a plucked little jay-bird and filthy dirty, 
poor kid ..."

"Had she been mauled, Fred?" Mark questioned, repeating the question 
that Doc Emory had not answered.

"Hell ... couldn't tell for sure," the other replied. "Didn't see any 
blood, but she was crazy, hysterical ... moaning that the goddamned 
brute had raped her! The wife and I both heard her scream. We only live 
a hundred yards or so from that cellar, you know ...!"

"Is Link inside?" Mark interrupted him.

"Yeah, and right ready to kill," the informant said. "Cripes, I never 
saw him so wild, Mark ...!"

The tall deputy pressed through the gathering, moving up the walkway 
toward the lighted porch. He still couldn't believe it, and would not 
until Doc Emory repeated his affirmation. Cripes, such goddamned things 
didn't happen, except in old wives' tales!

"Come in, Mark," Mrs. Emory invited in a hushed voice, opening the door 
in her night robe. "They're in the living room. The poor girl is 
sleeping ... Doctor gave her a sedative."

"Thanks, Mrs. Emory," Mark nodded, moving toward the raised sound of 
Link Morgan's gruff voice. The barrel-chested, unshaven man was dressed 
in his usual non-uniform of khaki shirt open at the collar, leather 
hunting pants and boots. He'd been drinking; his small colorless eyes 
were bloodshot and his shock of white hair uncombed. To Mark, he always 
looked like a man in his sixties, rather than pre-fifty, the result, 
undoubtedly, of his own dissipation.

"Hello, Doc," Mark greeted the slight, mustached physician first, then 
with a nod: "Link. What happened ... how is she ...?"

"I'll tell you what happened, Blakely! That goddamned wild sonofabitch 
dog raped my niece, and I'm going to hang its hide as high as that 
bitch on the flagpole in front of town-hall! Only first, I'm going to 
rip the bastard's nuts off!" Link bitterly snarled, addressing the fact 
that Mark had warned him against taking an armed posse into his 
jurisdiction again for any reason.

Mrs. Emory had started to enter the room, but quickly left at the Chief 
of Police's lurid choice of words. Mark bit at his lower lips, 
forcefully controlling himself. He said: "What are your findings, 
Doctor?"

The slight, aging bald man solemnly nodded, giving medical credence to 
the broad-shouldered police-chief's ranting version. "No doubt about 
it, Mark ... the beast actually attacked her. Its animal semen was 
present in my examination. Surprisingly, it didn't harm her in any 
other way ... oh a few scratches, but they could have occurred when it 
tore the clothing from her. Actually, she's suffering mostly from 
shock. I've given her a sedative. She's sleeping in my office ..."

"You mean, the dog literally ripped the clothing from her?" Mark asked 
in disbelief.

"You're fucking well told he did!" Link roared, raising a waterglass 
half-filled with liquor to his lips that he had undoubtedly wheedled 
from the doctor. He gulped half of it, breathing in shortened rasps as 
he glared at the deputy. "Shredded the goddamned panties and everything 
else right off her, and Fred Clark was there when I gathered 'em up! I 
tell you again, Blakely, that devil from hell's got to die! It ain't 
enough that the pack is killing the sheep, now they're attacking young, 
innocent girls and fucking 'em like bitches! You tell me that bastard 
ain't some kind of evil spirit Tom Satan, himself ...?"

"You're talking like an ass, Link!" Mark short-temperedly replied. "I 
don't know the answer but there has to be one! Maybe ... maybe Annie 
can give it to us when she's herself again ..."

"You go to hell, Blakely!" the powerful man snarled, stomping about the 
room, then gulping the remainder of his drink. "I, for one, ain't 
waiting for that evil sonofabitch to attack another girl in Crescent 
Valley! I aim to do something about it, whether you lay sanction or 
not! I'm forming a posse and going out ...!"

"There'll be no posse, Link ... unless I call for them," Mark calmly 
interrupted him. "I won't tolerate the brutal torture of animals, even 
vicious ones, the way you did last night. Out there is my territory, 
and I intend to guard it. I don't intend to have a bunch of liquor-
whipped maniacs riding those hills with rifles and shotguns. If you 
remember, Link, that's the way my father died ...!"

"Wh-what the hell are you saying, boy? That was an accident!" the huge 
man spat, well aware of the deputy sheriff's meaning. "Christ, could I 
help it if he wore a jacket the same color as that cougar? You ... you 
think I meant to shoot him ...?"

"Here, here ... both of you, stop!" Doc Emory stepped in. "You're 
letting this get the best of you. I know it's a horrible situation, but 
you must try to work together ... for the good of the community!"

Mark tightly swallowed. He wasn't pleased with his own outburst. "Of 
course, you're right, Doc. I'm sorry," he said, watching the little 
man's slow, understanding smile. "I'll place a call to the conservation 
department immediately. This is their problem ..."

"Problem!" Link blurted. "Their problem! You go to hell, Blakely! This 
is my problem, and every man, woman, and child in this valley! That 
fucking brute raped my niece and I don't intend to sit back while some 
square-headed tree-planter decides to do something about it! You've got 
twenty-four hours, deputy, and you better hope to Christ that son of 
Satan doesn't attack another girl!" he roared, slamming his glass down 
hard onto a table before storming toward the doorway. There, he turned 
one final time. "I warn you ... twenty-four hours ... and then I defy 
any man in this valley to stop me!" Mark stood straight and silent, 
listening to the big man's heavy foot-falls, and finally the 
unnecessary crash of the front door shutting behind him. In all truth, 
if everything Doc had said was accurate, he was hardly sure he could 
blame the police chief ... except that he was drunk, or nearly so ...

"He's upset, Mark," Doc said, breaking the silence. "You know Link ... 
spontaneous and gruff. He only knows one way ..."

"An outmoded way, I'm afraid," Mark replied, sighing and taking a half-
turn around the room.

"Would you like a drink?" the physician invited.

"No thanks. I'd like a bit more information, though."

"Shoot."

"Y-you're certain the dog actually raped her? "

The little man made a shrugging motion. "How certain can you be? 
Intercourse, yes. The presence of the dog's sperm ... yes ... 
absolutely!"

"But he didn't hurt hers Doc," the deputy enthusiastically pressed. 
"You said there were no marks of such ..."

"None. Positively none! And I am as amazed as you are, Mark. It ... it 
seems almost diabolical, doesn't it?"

"I-I don't know, Doc ... Christ, I really don't know what to think," 
Mark heard himself reply his mind whirling. "Those ... those crazy 
tales that women like Granny Obert whisper ... about the brute having 
done the same thing a hundred years ago ... damn! How old is she, 
anyway?"

"Ninety four-five-six ... somewhere in there ... she would, or could 
remember," Doc Emory softly answered. "She's mentioned it to me, you 
know... the leader, I mean, with that old Roman medallion around his 
neck ..."

"Do you believe it, Doc?"

The little man offered an excusing smile. "I'm a doctor, Mark ... forty 
years a practitioner ... I believe only what I see, feel, taste ... 
know to be fact."

Mark felt a cold shiver move over him. Ridiculous, he angrily thought 
... except that he had seen the medallion, too! He said: "Her mentality 
... Granny Obert's, I mean, what would you say to it, Doc?"

"Hmmmm, keen ... especially for a woman her age, Mark. Very, very keen 
..."

"Yeah ... I thought so ... I've talked to her, too ... but I wish she'd 
leave Jeannie alone," Mark said, slowly folding downward onto the edge 
of the davenport. "It ... it can't be true ... can it, Doc ...?"

The little man had poured himself a glass of wine. He quietly sat 
himself into a chair across from Mark, sipped first, then stared off 
beyond. "I truly don't know how to answer you, Mark. I've spent a 
lifetime in my profession and this is the first case of its nature I've 
ever encountered. I have to deal only with the facts, I repeat, that's 
the nature of my profession. Yours requires more, and that's your 
problem, if I may. But to answer you, Mr. Deputy Sheriff ... can it be 
true ...? I say, everything is true until it's proven false ... and 
that's the law of the universe!"

"But ... but ... it can't be, Doc? Christ, it can't be ...!"

The little man smiled and nodded as he plucked at the end of his 
mustache. "I know," he said, "I know ..."



Chapter 3


The fear that hung heavy over the town of Crescent Valley was reflected 
in the faces of its citizenry the following morning. On the streets, in 
the shops and within its several bars, men gathered to recount the 
terrifying rape of little Annie Purcell in solicitous tones punctuated 
with vile curses, their anger at Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely for 
refusing to allow a hunting posse into the hills, an open vent for 
their concealed inner-panic. Something had to be done and right away! 
It wasn't just a matter of protecting their livestock any longer, not 
when a ferocious wild dog dared to slink into town and with incredible 
beastliness actually force a defenseless young girl to her knees and 
rape her right on the streets!

"Hunt the bastards down, I say!" a whiskey drinking, sallow faced 
customer at the bar of the Crescent Inn Tavern exclaimed with fist-
thumping emphasis. "Chief Morgan's right! Take a posse into those hills 
and gun the sonsofbitches ...!"

"Easier said than done, Dirk," a second drinker put in. "I was with 'em 
the other night when Link got the fawn bitch. That pack's as tricky's a 
bevy of minx. If it hadn't been that she was pregnant, the bitch 
would've gotten away, too ... and she was running alongside the big 
German Shepherd with the gold medal ..."

"You saw that medal ... I mean actually saw it with your own eyes?" the 
first drinker questioned.

"Hell yes, I saw it! Didn't I say so?" the second one proudly insisted. 
"A big friggin' brute he is too, I'll tell you!"

"The way I hear it, the Purcell girl saw that thing around the dog's 
neck last night when it ... it attacked her!" the first drinker said, 
his liquored eyes growing slanted, a certain lewd glint mingled with 
uneasiness mirrored in them.

"I hadn't heard that," the other replied; then, lowering his voice and 
leaning closer, he added with an obscene little grin: "But if it was 
that big bastard, she sure got that tight young pussy of hers full up 
with cock, I'll tell you ...!"

"Watch it, here comes Link," the first drinker warned. "Morning, Chief. 
How's little Annie?"

"As well's can be expected," the big man glowered, accepting the space 
at the middle of the bar the group quickly made for him. "Poor kid's 
still half scared to death. Sits in a corner staring out the window 
when she ain't crying. Goddamnit, I'll tell you straight out, I'm going 
to get that fucking brute, and when I do it'll wish it'd never been 
born!"

"What do you mean, Link, a posse ...?"

"That's the only way, and you all know it as well as I do!" the burly 
police chief snapped.

"What about Mark Blakely, Chief?" someone questioned.

"He's got twenty-four hours to do whatever he's going to!" Link 
authoritatively replied. "And if he ain't brought in that beast and its 
raping pack by then, I'm getting together a bunch of guns to go up into 
those hills with me, and I guarantee you that I'll bring the fucking 
bastard back!"

You're right, Link ... ain't he, boys?" someone loudly prompted, 
raising an enthusiastic clamor of approvals ... as if in numbers they 
had lessened the uncanny menace they shared in fear ...

While in kitchens throughout the town, and over backyard fences, women 
spoke in whispering, apprehensive tones, their unhideable anxiety 
causing their voices to tremble, as did those of the children and 
teenagers walking in groups toward the schools, their young faces ashen 
with frightened expressions. No one of the small town's populace had 
seemed to have been spared their share of the spectral horror, Jean 
thought, hurrying toward the Obert's down the street, determined to 
learn what she could from the withered, pipe-smoking old lady who 
stared blindly from her rocking-chair and spoke in an aged, cackly 
voice.

Jean had fitfully slept without Mark beside her the remainder of the 
night, and at dawn when he'd finally arrived home, his haggard face had 
frightened her. In reluctant bits and pieces while she'd prepared his 
breakfast, he'd choked out scraps of the abominable rape, leaving her 
to piece them together and stare at her young husband in shocked awe. 
Then, before she could question him further, he was on his feet and 
moving toward the door.

"You're not leaving now, Mark? Darling, you haven't slept all night. 
You must be exhausted ..."

"I'm fine, Baby," he'd replied forcing a smile as he bent down to kiss 
her. "I've got some things to do ... should be back in a few hours."

"Mark ... please ... there's something terribly weird and unreal about 
all of this, and I'm not exactly an educated scaredy-cat ... but why 
don't you talk to Granny Obert ...?"

"Please, Jean!" he had snapped her up short. "I've got enough to 
contend with this morning without listening to a conglomeration of 
stupid myths. Why don't you bake a pie, or something? l won't be too 
long ..."

And with that, he was gone, his patrol car "laying rubber" as the 
teenagers said, when he'd sped away from the curb. She'd been angry, 
but that, too, had soon passed once she had reviewed what he'd told 
her, the terrifying story bringing her to sit on the edge of a chair 
before the wrinkled, parchment-like skinned woman who puffed 
incessantly at a corn-cob pipe.

"Heh ...!" the old woman grunted, her mouth spreading wide in a display 
of toothless gums. "I futured you coming Jean Blakely. Saw you in this 
old brain o' mine ... an' I know why, too! It's him, Caesar, the wild 
one, ain't it, girl?"

"Th-the dog ... the leader ... yes. Is that his name?" Jean heard 
herself question, her voice trembling at the aged woman's revelations 
and tone, watching the other rhythmically rock her chair in tempo to 
her puffing at the pipe.

"Yes ... that was his name then ... and that's it now," she cackled. 
"You can see it on the medallion ... the eagle, the symbol of the Roman 
battle standard ... and the name ... Caesar! Near ... near a century 
ago, girl, when ... when I was just a squallin' child, he came with his 
pack ... but I remember ... remember well! Yes ... I remember well!"

"He ... they ... the pack came last night, Granny," Jean said, fighting 
the dryness of her throat. "A girl ... a young girl was raped ... 
actually raped by him, or one of them ...!"

"It was him! He did it! Caesar ... and I can tell you why!" the little 
wizened woman said, momentarily leaning forward. "They killed his mate! 
Link Morgan, that filthy brute killed Caesar's mate! Revenge, girl! 
That's what he come for, revenge!"

"But ... but ... my God, Granny, you're talking about ... a ... a dog!"

For a long moment, the aged woman didn't answer, only puffed unseeingly 
at her pipe as she rocked. Then: "Thinking, young lady ... that's what 
I been doing. Tryin' to decipher the most positive way to make you 
understand." She doubtingly shook her head. "It ain't the same anymore 
... young folk just don't listen ..."

"Please, Granny, tell me!" Jean pleaded.

Again, the old woman sat in silence, letting spurts of bluish, tobacco 
smoke out with colorless lip-popping sounds. Then: "All right, little 
golden girl, I'll tell you! But don't question me ... just accept, or 
forget what I tell you. Understand ...?"

"Y-yes, Granny ... I understand ..."

"Well then, he ain't just a dog ... oh, he's a dog now, and has been 
that for a century or more ... but he ain't just a dog!"

"Wh-What ...?"

"Hush up and listen, girl, 'cause I'm only going to tell you this 
once!" the small, shriveled woman exclaimed. "What he was before, or 
what he'll be again, ain't important either. What he is right now is 
what counts! And he's a beautiful animal, wearing the medallion he once 
earned 2,000 years ago in battle! Yes, he raped the Purcell girl, and 
there may well be more! They won't catch him, stop him, shoot him ... 
and neither will they drive him off! This was his valley a hundred 
years ago, and well do I remember that! A handful of people lived in 
the settlement, and my own daddy was the lawman! Posses went out to 
hunt the raiders when the sheep were killed, and time after time they 
rode in exhausted, and empty-handed. There was no catching the wild-
pack, let alone its leader ... a great German Shepherd with a medallion 
around its neck ...!"

"M-My God! Are you saying that this ... this Caesar was their ...?" 
Jean cried, spellbound in her spine-chilling, mesmerization.

"Hush, girl! Hear me out this one time!" the old woman insisted, 
lowering her voice. "Soon, my daughter will make you leave ... so 
listen now! My mother was a Cherokee squaw. My father, an Indian 
trader, bought her and took her away from her people ... brought her 
here and claimed land in the valley. When Caesar and the pack came, she 
warned him about what would happen, but he didn't believe her. Girls 
were raped, and scared, drunken men died in the hunt, shooting each 
other as they tried to destroy the pack! But there was no destruction, 
no elimination of that passel of wild beasts! Nothing ... until one day 
they suddenly left of their own accord ... but with them went my mother 
and several more Crescent Valley women and girls ... went of their own 
accord because they wanted to ... and to what, blonde girl? To what? 
... heh ... what do you think?"

Jean could only sit there and gape at her unseeing, aged, story-teller 
in breathless awe. She shook her lovely head as if to throw off the 
illusory cobwebs the old woman had spun. It had to be the monotone of 
her voice, Jean thought, getting to her feet. She had nearly hypnotized 
her ...!

"I know ... I know," Granny Obert said, rocking her chair and puffing 
at her pipe. "You've decided I'm some sort of old witch, haven't you, 
Jeannie girl! Well ... that's the first stages of belief, my mother 
used to tell me ... recognizing a witch when you see one ...!"

The withered woman was still laughing when she left, rocking, smoking, 
laughing, and Jean doubted if she'd heard her goodbye ... but that 
hardly mattered to her. As she waked slowly toward her own house, she 
was only concerned with how soon Mark would return home ...

*  *  *

"Let's have another round of drinks, here, Ted!" Link Morgan ordered, 
grinning and massaging his heavy-bearded chin. "The men are with me. 
Blakely has twenty-four hours ... and that takes him up to shortly 
after midnight tonight ... then, we take over. Right, boys?"

"Right!" the resounding answers came from the men moving in tight to 
the bar for their free drinks.

"Take over what, Link?" Mark questioned, standing inside the doorway to 
the Inn's barroom. "What do you have in mind?"

Slowly, the powerful, barrel-chested man turned to face his chosen 
enemy, his drinking cohorts falling into a sudden silence. A dozen, 
maybe more, verbal retaliations raced through Link Morgan's brain at 
that particular moment. But none of them seemed appropriate. He ran his 
tongue wetly over his thick lower lip and said, "The girl raped was my 
niece, Deputy! Had it been that new young wife of yours with her cunt 
split wide open by that dog, how would you feel?"

Mark stood fast, his strong face ungiving. But he hadn't expected that 
jab. He took several steps into the room and stopped again, his tired 
brain racing for answers. He suddenly had a whole town to placate, he 
realized.

"I'm not questioning the nightmare that's happened, Link," he replied 
in a level tone. "There isn't a man in here, along with myself, who 
doesn't feel the utmost sympathy for Annie ... and who doesn't want to 
see that dog pack destroyed! But it has to be ... is going to be, done 
by proper authorities! Just as I told you last night, Link, I don't 
intend to see a flock of wild, half-drunken men with rifles and 
shotguns out there blazing away at each other!"

The big man resoundingly set his drink on me bar, turning fully to face 
the uniformed deputy sheriff. Accordingly, his own shrewd brain was 
racing for answers. He said: "And supposing your proper authorities 
don't bring that sonofobitch down, Deputy? Suppose we move into another 
night when wild dogs can slink into town and gang-fuck young, innocent 
girls?"

"I've thought of that, too," Mark replied. "The best thing I believe we 
can do is post armed sentries ... volunteers to guard the streets ..."

"Oh Christ, that's wonderful!" Link grinned. "Now, we've got to put 
guards on our streets to safeguard our homes and families ...!"

'That ain't a bad idea, Chief," one of the big man's friends put in.

"Shut up!" Link barked at him without moving his head.

Mark couldn't help but momentarily relive the episode of his Dad's 
controversy with Link Morgan in this very room those seven years past! 
And that had been over nothing more than a sporting bet on a horse 
race, one word leading to another until they'd met bare-chested in the 
street and his father had unmercifully beaten Link with his fists. Less 
than two weeks later, his dad had been accidentally shot on a cougar-
hunting posse ... shot and killed by Link Morgan ...!

"It's your jurisdiction, Link," Mark said, moving further into the 
room. "Do whatever you think best. That was only a suggestion."

"Some goddamned situation when you've got to post sentries in a modern 
town to protect its citizens!" the gray-haired, huge man spat, picking 
up his drink. "You might just as well know, Blakely, that I've called 
Frank Hester about this! I don't think he's going to sanction any wild 
dog pack raping a town's women, either ...!"

"Deputy Blakely! Sir ... telephone!" Ted Green, the bartender motioned. 
"You can take it in the lobby ... right over there, Sir."

"Thanks," Mark replied, thinking of Link calling the Sheriff as he 
walked toward the phone booth. He'd undoubtedly done it, all right, 
called Sheriff Hester at the County Seat to try and throw some weight 
around. But Mark wasn't worried about that. Sheriff Frank Hester had 
taken link Morgan's measure a long time back. Frank was a dedicated 
man, unmoved by politics ...

"Hello," he said, tiredly reclining against the booth's wall.

"Mark ...?" an unmistakable feminine voice questioned.

"Yes, Lydia, this is Mark," he answered, suddenly wondering what had 
kept her from calling this long. "How are you?"

"So so, I suppose ... but that isn't why I called you, Mr. Deputy," the 
husky female voice proclaimed. "We lost four sheep and three dogs last 
night. The sheep we can stand, Darling, the dogs ... no. It's that 
goddamned pack again. What're you going to do about it?"

"Join it, I think."

"What ... ?"

"Nothing ... just babbling. I'll be out to take a look?"

"Well ... I'd hoped you might. How's the new married existence?"

Mark detected the acid in her tone. "Beautiful," he snapped. 
"Absolutely beautiful!"

"She doesn't befit you, Markey baby," the throaty voice came back, 
evenly, yet cutting. "From what they tell he, she's quite a doll. Has 
the appearance of being unplucked ... that right, Darling?"

He sensed the hackles on the nape of his neck rising. "I'll be right 
along, Lydia."

"And I'll be at the front gate waiting with two horses and a picnic 
lunch. It's all up on the west range, Lover."

"Never mind any lunches," he said, remembering the untold number they 
had partaken of on the A and B. "I only have a few minutes ..." and 
that's what he repeated as he climbed onto the back of the waiting 
sorrel she had readied for him. "I only have a few minutes, Lydia ..."

"I know," the auburn haired girl in riding shirt, blouse and boots 
replied, sitting tall and lovely in the saddle and holding her big bay 
with skilled horsemanship. "Word carries fast here in the valley, 
Deputy. My hands tell me that Annie Purcell was deflowered last night, 
and by dear old Caesar."

Mark couldn't help but glare at her severly attractive young face. 
"That's not to be taken lightly, Miss Newell," he snapped, reining the 
sorrel to his presence on the animal's back, and simultaneously 
weighing his proximity to this twenty-six year old girl he'd known too 
many years. "The town's is in an uproar."

"I'd expect that ... with Link Morgan spiking it. Right?

"Right."

"Well ... while that Caesar bastard was cavorting in town his uglies 
were raising hell with our sheep, Darling," she said, her large green 
eyes engulfing him. "We can stand the herd loss, but they killed three 
of my best dogs. Something has to be done, Mark."

"We're contemplating that, Lydia," Mark said, heeling the sorrel into 
motion. "In the meantime, you can make a government claim for your 
losses ..."

"Oh? don't be ridiculous, Lover. You know me better than that ... 
besides, I wouldn't know how to begin without Daddy here," she 
answered, moving along beside him in a walk, making him remember the 
untold, numerous hours and days they had spent together.

He might have married her, he abruptly thought; it had been that 
intimately close between them. In fact, he'd carried the supposition 
for years ... before he'd come to realize that he was below her 
station. He said: "Is Aaron still in Australia?"

"The last I heard ... but he was contemplating a trip to Spain. Seems 
if he's met a senorita of sorts who inspires him ... and you know Daddy 
..."

"Not really ... but I tried, you'll have to admit that," Mark countered 
with a smile.

"Ohhh ... come on, Baby," Lydia laughed. "You were too close to the 
family not to read every one of us, eh?"

"Maybe ... maybe you're right, Lyd," he answered, his tired mind 
rehashing it all. "Maybe you are right! All the way down to the marrow 
... and now, let's get a look at those dead animals, eh?"

"What did you mean by that ... all of the bullshit, I mean! What?" she 
vulgarly snapped at him. "Right down to the marrow ... what?"

"The west range, you said?" Mark questioned, purposefully half-rearing 
the sorrel before again digging his heels into her flanks. "I'm going 
to give her a run! She's aching! Stay with me and take the lead, eh?"

With that, he was gone, the powerful animal readily stretching its legs 
into a gallop as he expertly posted with it. Ahead lay the rolling, 
lower greened hills with the great ones beyond where the wild dog pack 
wandered, and he couldn't help but think of those night creatures as he 
raced forward in the warmth of the morning sunlight. There could never 
be anything sinister here, he thought, his weary brain coming alive 
again as the great animal raced beneath him and the fresh morning air 
whipped at his face!

He let her go her limit, never reining her waiting for her to fall into 
her stride ... a lope and finally a keen, uphill walk. Lydia brought 
the bay up beside him, drawing the animal to a similar walk.

"Was that supposed to be a race?" she lightly taunted.

"Hell, you know better. This gal wanted to run and I gave her head. 
Where're the dead animals?"

"Back there. A mile or better ... but what's the difference? You 
believe me, don't you?" she said, suddenly swinging down from her mount 
and making toward tethering it.

"Whoa, Baby," Mark commanded, then swung down, moving around to 
manipulate the harness for the sorrel to graze. After, he saw a likely 
spot with a backing-rock and dropped before it, considering the hard 
mound as a pillow. In seconds, Lydia was beside him ... and he'd 
expected that.

"Sort of like old times isn't it, Darling?" she huskily whispered, 
stretching out so that their bodies touched.

"Sort of ... but not quite, Lydia," he managed, tugging a rare 
cigarette from his inside pocket and lighting it. "You were supposed to 
take the lead back there ... take us to the animals, and you didn't. 
That's par. You couldn't care less about the dead sheep and dogs ... 
and that's par. You know I have to come at something like this, it's my 
job, and you planned to use me ... that's par. So ... here we are ... a 
pair of people, boy-girl, surrounded with the perfect environment ..."

"And that's par," she said, raising up over him and looking down into 
his face. "Now, that you've analyzed it all, Doctor Blakely, may I kiss 
you?"

"I-I love her!" Mark blurted. "When I left here, I had no idea it was 
going to happen, but it did! I love her!'

"You belonged to me when you left!" Lydia hissed down into his face. 
"Four years we loved, played, fucked! I sucked your cock dry a hundred 
times! Now, you walk away from me like this?"

"None of that matters!" he managed, realizing the ridiculousness of his 
statement. "I mean ... Christ, I love her, Lydia!"

"And me ... what am I? Some sort of forgotten whore?"

"D-Damnit ... let's face the truth for once!" Mark gasped, struggling 
to sit upright. "You wanted someone to play with and you had him! No 
marriage, Lydia ... face it, I was beneath your station! Wasn't I? And 
the guy whose cock you were sucking wanted just a little bit more ... 
like a wife ... and maybe, even kids of his own! So ... that's what's 
happened, eh? That's what's happened!"

"You're a bastard, Mark Blakely ... but I love you!" she hotly 
whispered into his face. "I've always loved you!"

"Your father wouldn't let you love me ... even when I wanted it that 
way!" Mark returned, lying back once more and dragging at his 
cigarette. "And he knew more than both of us ... because we never 
could've made it, Lyd ...noway ... noway!"

"Oh ... oh, damn you!" she hissed, rolling toward him and smoothing her 
hand upward along his inner thigh. "You say these things to me when I 
want to make love to you ... I want your cock ... I want you the way it 
used to be ...!"

"It can't be that way, Lyd," he said, grasping her arm trying to 
entwine around his neck. "Don't you understand? I love her ... my 
Jeannie ... I love her!"

She sat upright with an abruptness that startled him. The depth of her 
greenish eyes in rage spat obsessive fire down at him. "You're mine, 
you bastard! I don't give a damn about your Jeannie ...!" she swore, 
and he felt her hand knowingly caressing at the front of his pants!

Mark made an effort toward stopping her, but she counteracted that by 
dropping down onto him, snatching the cigarette from his lips and 
flattening the firm mounds of her firm, braless breasts against his 
chest, her hot, moistened lips finding his in an opened-mouth kiss. Her 
tiny, familiar tongue heatedly wormed its way between his lips while 
her hand continued to eagerly stroke the length of his uncontrollably 
hardening cock between them. He could have forced her off him, both of 
them knew that ... could have fought it right then and there, but he 
didn't! Instead, he realized that he was suddenly returning her 
passionate kiss thrusting his tongue into her sweet-tasting mouth in 
blind, rapidly building lust!

His brain struggled, but he knew it was useless ... he'd been there 
before! She was unzipping the fly of his pants, and then he felt her 
smooth, claiming hand easing inside, beyond the cotton of his shorts, 
its knowing fingers warmly encircling the now blood-engorged thickness 
of his long, swollen cock! He grunted into her mouth at the erotic 
caress, letting his arms move around her, his hands smoothing over the 
small of her back and downward beyond her slender waist to the rising 
swell of her skirt-covered buttocks.

She broke their kiss, staring almost triumphantly down into his face, 
the lustful desire in her burning, green eyes causing them to glow like 
polished ovals of jade. "You may love your Jeannie ... but you need me, 
Darling!" she hissed in a throaty whisper. "You'll always want Lydia, 
because she knows how to make love to you ... knows what you want and 
need ... knows how much you love to have your cock licked and sucked by 
a warm wet mouth!"

"D-Damn you, Lyd ... you sexy bitch!" he choked, working her loose, 
riding skirt up to find her lush, rounded buttocks unsurprisingly naked 
beneath, their soft, yielding resilience warm and smooth to his 
clutching hands. "It isn't going to gain you a lousy point, you hear 
...?"

She tittered, her hot breath brushing his face. "We'll see, Baby," she 
hissed as she began to slither downward over him, her full, satiny 
buttocks slipping away from his kneading grasp.

Mark watched with a blunted sense of crippled resistance as she moved 
backwards onto her knees, wedging them between his legs, her small hand 
still clinging to the rigid length of his hardened penis inside his 
pants. Christ, he never should have come there and he'd known it all 
along! He lifted his head when he felt her let go of his cock and 
quickly begin to unbuckle his belt. She knew her way, every inch of it 
... and him, he realized, as she tugged his trousers and shorts down 
over his hips, exposing his genitals completely to her. His towering 
cock cleaved skyward in its long, thick, rigid state that she had 
lewdly incited to hardness with calculated intentions.

"Ah, darling ... it hasn't changed a bit in the last ten weeks!" she 
luridly whispered her passion-glazed eyes fixed greedily as once more 
she wrapped her small, slender fingers around its pulsating hardness. 
"Just the way Lydia left it. You're new little bride, Jeannie, hasn't 
hurt it a bit ... or doesn't she use it that often, Lover?"

"D-Damnit!" Mark gasped. "Leave her out of this, Lyd! I-I ought to have 
my ... my head examined ... letting this happen!" He intended to say 
more, but couldn't get it out as she tauntingly smiled up at him and 
began to lustfully stroke his now rock-hard cock, sliding the heavy 
foreskin up and down, intermittently revealing the purplishly swollen 
tip.

"Which head Mark darling?" Lydia obscenely questioned. "If you mean 
this one ... I was just about to examine it for you ...!"

With that, she lowered her face above his upthrusting length of 
hardened penial-flesh, one hand continuing to teasingly stroke it while 
with the other, she drew her nails beneath the vulnerably sensitive sac 
of his balls. Mark grunted aloud to the teasing stimulation, then saw 
her tiny, pink tongue dart out to lick hotly at the drop of seminal 
fluid seeping from the little slit at the tip of the sleekly pulsing 
head.

"Mmmm ... tastes as good as ever, too, Darling!" she wantonly 
whispered, beginning to lick it all over with smooth, sweeping tongue 
strokes.

"L-listen to me, Lydia ... I swear, it isn't going to work! he huskily 
warned. "You've tricked me for the last time! Don't you understand? I 
love her ... I love Jeannie ...!"

"Mmmm ... of course, I understand, Baby ... you're the one who 
doesn't!" she confidently tossed at him. 'But you will, Darling, once I 
remind you ...!"

Mark sucked in his breath with the obscene sensations of pleasure her 
wet, eager tongue sent racing through him. All else in the world was 
suddenly obliterated from his lust-infused brain but the lustfully 
erotic act she was performing on him. Chills rippled up his spine, 
raising a groan from deep in his throat. She brought her moistened, 
soft lips down all of the way then, enclosing the entire sensitive head 
of his cock in a wet, heated pressure, their tensiled ripeness clasping 
like an elastic band just below the rim to trap it hungrily inside the 
hot, liquid cavern of her mouth.

"Christ!" he choked, raising his head once more to stare down at her 
tightly locked lips. It was no use ... no use! The sight of his 
hardness disappearing up into her widely ovalled mouth increased the 
sensation, as always; a thousand times. Damn, yes ... yes, she knew his 
wants and needs only too well! If only Jean would ... could learn to 
suck him like this ... or even suck him at all ...! Now, she was 
skillfully massaging the soft, sperm weighted resilience of his balls 
with one hand, and stroking the thick base of his cock between thumb 
and forefinger of the other, while she began to suck rhythmically up 
and down. He could feel the velvety smoothness of her wetly heated 
tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the peak of the withdrawal, 
the fiery tip flicking provocatively across the split at its end. 
Uncontrollably, he flexed his buttocks, his eyes fixed on the lustful 
sight of her bobbing head below, his cock beginning to achingly throb 
to the depths of his groin.

Christ, there was no fighting a sensual young bitch like this ... 
especially when she had your cock-head in her mouth ... and more 
especially when she knew every vein and wrinkle in it ...

Mark knew that she sensed his reactions by the way she began to suck 
with mounting intensity, the tips of her even, white teeth scraping 
gently into the resisting hardness of his cock. He could see their 
little white trails where they'd scraped the blood from beneath the 
surface of the skin. Then, she was slipping her hands beneath his 
buttocks to cup them in her small, warm palms trying to lift his loins 
up tighter to her slaving face! Her hot, liquid tongue rotated with 
growing fervor around the expanding cockhead and Mark realized that he 
was quickly heading toward the eruption point as she suddenly took 
almost all of it up into her hungrily working throat. Christ, he'd 
always been amazed that she didn't choke on it, but she never had ... 
and on and on she sucked!

Pleasureful waves of rising heat were ungovernably building in the 
intricate depths of his sperm-bloated balls. Lustfully, he watched her 
beautiful young face toiling with a hungry, omniverous desire about his 
wildly fired loins. He could see tiny rivulets of perspiration running 
in thin droplets from beneath her short, auburn hair and down her 
cheeks as she relentlessly sucked and strained to draw out the seething 
cum churning hotly below in his balls. The muscles in his stomach 
tightened until he felt they might snap from the pressure; still, he 
arched his back even further, shoving his aching cock deeper into the 
heated wetness of her voraciously sucking mouth. His breathing hissed 
from his lungs as he watched the thin, pink ridges of inner-flesh 
sensually pulling out from her lush lips which were clinging tightly to 
his inflamed rod of hardness.

Mark grunted and strained in a maddening buildup of mounting lust, 
vaguely reasoning from a score of similar episodes passed, that for 
her, this was but the beginning, that she already envisioned the rest 
of the day to be spent accordingly, until her wildly insatiable 
passions were gluttonously fed ... but it wasn't going to be that way 
... and maybe that would somehow bring an end to all of it ...!

His own unrestrainable gasp wiped away the brief illusion of thought. 
Christ, the moment was there. A low, guttural sound arose from 
somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the scalding, sticky sperm 
beginning its furious charge from the sanctuary of his balls and begin 
squirting in fiery streams into her voraciously sucking mouth and 
throat! He watched her cheeks expanding and hollowing eagerly to his 
pumping cock, her adam's apple visually reacting in her lewd swallowing 
of the warm, flooding gushes. Ardently, she continued to suck his 
white-hot sperm into the caressing, wet softness of her mouth, while 
his hands clutched at her head, holding her fast against the throbbing 
heat of his cum-spitting loins, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper 
into the depths of her greedily milking throat. Once, she coughed, but 
quickly regained control, and he shot the last dwindling spurt from the 
tip of his rapidly deflating penis before collapsing back to earth. 
Reluctant to stop, she continued to nibble and suck, as if trying to 
draw the last tiny drop from the length of jerking male cock flesh that 
had gone limp in her mouth ... and that's when he gently pushed her 
away.

"Now, tell me that isn't worth some points, Darling ..." Lydia began, 
starting to move up toward his face. She stopped right there, her green 
eyes widening in surprise when he elusively moved away and got to his 
feet, quickly zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. "Wh-What the 
hell do you think you're doing?"

"I told you, Lyd ... it's not going to work," Mark said, looking down 
at where she sat staring up at him in growing anger, the telltale 
trails of milky white sperm still coating her lips and chin.  "It's no 
good ... all over between us ..."

"No good! All over ...! Why ... why, you sonofabitch! After you lay 
there and let me suck your cock till you came in my mouth you can say a 
thing like that to me ... to me?" she spat in mounting viciousness, 
gaping up at him as if she refused to believe his statement. "Who the 
hell do you think you are?"

Mark had no intentions of arguing with her. He felt low enough already 
at what had happened between them, but Christ knows, he hadn't wanted 
it to. He'd tried to avoid it ... hadn't he?

"Wait a minute, damn you?" Lydia shrieked after him as he walked to the 
sorrel. "Goddamn you, Mark Blakely! You can't do this to me! What sort 
of man are you anyway? I need you ... right now ... now! Come back here 
and fuck me ...!"

Mark swung into the saddle before turning to see her brushing the back 
of her hand across her lips and chin, standing spread-legged with her 
eyes blazing in unfulfilled rage. "I'm sorry, Lydia, but it's just as I 
said. I love my wife! It's all over between us ... and I wish I didn't 
have to prove it to you this way. I can only suggest you find another 
stud to play with ...!"

She was wildly running toward him as he heeled the sorrel's flanks and 
the big animal raced off with a sudden spurt, galloping downhill with 
sure-footed agility.

"You ... you sonofabitch!" he heard her scream. "Goddamn you Mark 
Blakely ... I'll have your nuts for this! I swear I will! I'll have 
your nuts ...!" she screamed after him until the sorrel's pounding 
hooves drowned her voice. But he didn't know that he could blame her. 
It was a miserable thing he'd done ... yet, how else did you handle a 
possessive vixen like Lydia Newell, except in the only vein she 
understood ... sex! And how the hell was he going to tell Jeannie ... 
because he knew he had to ... otherwise, whatever it was they had 
between them would be worthless! Yes, he had to tell her ... but how, 
he sickeningly thought, the faint, screeching voice of the young woman 
still threateningly audible even with the wind rushing past his ears 
...!



Chapter 4


It was a reluctant Link Morgan who agreed to the town council's 
adoption of Mark's suggested plan to post sentries throughout the 
streets that night. To the powerfully built police chief, it was more 
than a matter of stubborn pride, plus the fact that he'd been 
overshadowed right in his own bailiwick. Then, adding insult to injury, 
they had enraged him by insisting he accept the deputy sheriffs 
assistance and that their offices share authority within the town 
limits until this pillaging crisis was passed.

Actually, the barrel-chested law official had feared such a forced 
affiliation from the beginning, the fact that his department consisted 
of two elderly and worthless special policemen who were capable of 
nothing more than traffic duty on holidays. He wanted no outside 
element nosing around his private domain, especially a trained lawman 
the likes of Mark Blakely who might just accidentally stumble onto one 
of his profit-making operations. This was the reason he had so rabidly 
tried to gain the citizen's help in forming a posse, and he'd felt 
certain he'd had the perfect justification with his niece, Annie's 
rape, but it hadn't worked that way ... at least, as yet, it hadn't.

He sat now in his small drab office in the town hall, looking across 
the scarred desk at a local, pimply-faced teenager named Leo Vincent. 
The stub of a dead cigar protruded from one corner of the police-
chief's mouth, and it bobbed when he said: "Where're your buddies, 
kid?"

"Around," the teenager indifferently replied, sitting slumped in the 
chair with his long, thin legs stretched out. "I expect you mean Corky 
and Billy White?"

Link didn't like the boy, any of the three for that matter; they were 
arrogant, worthless products of their generation, but they'd served 
their purpose for him ... up until Blakely had picked them up for 
pushing the grass he, Link Morgan, supplied them with.

Christ, he'd wanted to break their friggin' heads, but that wouldn't 
have solved a damn thing. Fortunately, the deputy held no jurisdiction 
in town and was forced to turn the boys over to him. So far, Link had 
been able to let the issue hang tight and simmer down, though the three 
had no idea how far their asses were in the sling, yet it hardly seemed 
to bother this one, the big man thought, studying the boy's unconcerned 
attitude.

"You know you're goddamned situation isn't any bed-o'-roses right now, 
don't you kid?" Link gruffly jabbed.

"Meaning ...?" the pimply-faced Leo Vincent mumbled.

"Meaning, that deputy sheriff could send your fucking asses for a long 
ride if he decided to press the issue!" the police chief edgily spat. 

"Hmmm ... I suppose so," the boy replied, his thin face spreading in a 
nasty grin. "But now ... that might not look very good for you, eh Dad 
... if you know what I mean?"

Link felt the blood ragingly flush into his face. He brought his 
clenched hand heavily down onto the desk top. "Listen, you stupid 
little punk, don't you ever "Dad" me again, or I'll rip your scrawny 
cock off and shove it right down your ugly throat! You understand that? 
Eh ...?"

The teenager sensed his own cheeks quickly growing pale as he brought 
himself upright in a chair, a wave of tight fear whipping through him. 
He hadn't exactly used his head on that one ... "I-I didn't mean any 
... "

''You got too friggin' much lip, Vincent ... and I didn't exactly like 
that implication of me!" Link snarled at him. "Maybe you're more fink 
than I thought ...!"

"Aw ... please, Chief ... I'm sorry," the boy tried at making amends, 
his fears growing at the infuriated sight of the powerful man. "You 
know I wouldn't rat ..."

"You'd do any goddamned thing you could to save your ass, punk, just 
like your buddies," the police-chief accused, "which is the reason I 
called you in here ... so pick up your ears and listen good. I've got 
an idea I think you're going to like ..."

The teenager respondingly did as he was told, breathing an inward sigh 
of relief when the huge, white-haired man's blood pressure seemed to 
subside, his gruff voice dropping to a barely audible level. He watched 
him lean forward onto his desk and say: "The town council voted this 
morning to give Mark Blakely authority inside Crescent Valley limits as 
long as that goddamned dog-pack is raiding sheep and raping young 
girls. That means, that he could arrest you three again and bring you 
up before Judge Collins ... not exactly a sweet picture, eh?"

"N-No ... no sir, it ain't!"

"Which is the reason I tried to get up a posse and go up into those 
hills ... to keep this from happening," Link, stretching a point, 
informed, wondering- how much of it the boy was understanding. But that 
didn't matter anyway. He went on: "Now I figure that had it been 
Blakely's sweet little blonde wife who had been fucked shitless instead 
of my niece, he would've been singin' a different tune right now, eh? 
You beginning to get my meaning, boy ...?"

"M-Maybe ... some of it, anyway," Leo Vincent replied, trying, but not 
sure as he husked in a half-whisper, tightly swallowing.

"Well here it is in a nutshell, kid," Link said, his colorless eyes 
narrowing. "You round up your two half-ass buddies and plan to pay 
sweet lil' Mrs. Blakely a visit tonight in her bedroom about witching-
hour time, eh? You'll wear masks, and I just happen to have an old 
bear-claw you'll take along to scratch her up a bit ... make it look 
authentic. In the bargain, you boys ought to get a little sexy fun out 
of it ... a piece of ass or so. How's it sound to you, or haven't you 
ever seen the deputy's luscious wife?"

"Jeez!" Leo Vincent gasped. "Sure ... sure, I've seen her! Christ, 
she's a knockout, Chief ...!"

"Some fuck eh?"

"Damn ... I imagine, with that beautiful ass ... but ... but, I still 
don't get it?" the teenager choked, his small eyes beading. "I hear 
they're going to have sentries posted ...?"

"I'll take care of all that ... I'll even place them myself, and I'll 
keep Blakely occupied," Link assured him. "You just do exactly as I 
say, and at the right time. Make sure there're no lights on, and that 
none of you speak. Don't scar her up too much ... just enough so it'll 
look like that goddamned Caesar bastard, right?"

"Yeah ... yeah, I got all that," the boy hissed. "But hell, Chief, 
she's going to know we ain't no friggin' dog ..."

"So, that's going to add spice to the whole story when she blurts it 
out, boy!" Link replied with a grin. "Like, maybe there'll be those who 
won't believe her after my niece's rape, especially if you've marked 
her up right! With a little help and gossip, folks might just think the 
sweet little thing is too ashamed to admit she's been dog-fucked, and 
made up the story about it being three men! Whatever, it's going to 
make Blakely ready to get a posse of guns together to ride down that 
pack ... and that's going to take the pressure off us and this office 
...!"

*  *  *

It had been anything but a normal or pleasant day for Jean. Following 
her visit to Granny Obert, she had returned home to wait for Mark, the 
incredulously weird tale the old woman had told her constantly 
reverberating in her mind. Oddly enough, it hadn't frightened her as 
much as repugnantly shocked her ... the thought of women actually 
giving themselves sexually to a dog pack! But as the morning passed 
into early afternoon, while she occupied herself with house cleaning 
and other chores, she had concluded that Mark was right, the aged 
woman's mind was undoubtedly failing, no longer capable of discerning 
the fact from the fiction of her longs long life.

Jean decided not to mention her visit to Granny's; the idea would only 
upset Mark further, and he certainly had enough to contend with without 
her adding to it.

It was mid-afternoon before her young husband finally arrived home, his 
handsome face tired and drawn, and to Jean, his usual deliberating 
grayish-eyes filled with frustrated concern. She had wanted to prepare 
him some lunch but he'd refused it, maintaining he was too tired to 
even eat. Instead, he'd gone directly to their bedroom with her 
following to help him off with his things.

"After you get some sleep you'll feel better, Darling," she said, 
picking up his clothing as he tossed them here and there, then opening 
the bed for him.

"Damnit, Jean, don't fuss over me so!" he snapped, avoiding looking 
directly at her. "I'm not helpless, you know."

"I-I know, Darling," she replied, his sharpness surprising her. She 
forced a little smile, trying to understand and not be offended. "When 
you wake up I'll have a nice dinner for us ..."

"Don't bother," he said, slipping out of his pants. "I'll have to get 
right down to the town hall. We're posting sentries. It'll be another 
all-night vigil, Jean ... from now on until that goddamned animal pack 
is destroyed."

She stood at the foot of the bed watching him momentarily hesitating to 
speak. Then: "B-But you have to eat, Mark ... "

"I'll catch a bite at the Inn when I get a chance," he replied, 
stripped to his shorts and moving toward the bed.

'And ... and what about me?" she blurted unable to hold it back any 
longer. "What am I supposed to do ... just sit here by myself ... eat 
and sleep alone ... play old maid until you destroy that goddamned pack 
as you call it, Mr. Blakely?"

Mark didn't have to look at her to know that there were tears dampening 
those round, smoky-blue eyes, but he did. Her tight voice had given her 
away. He felt his own throat constrict, a lump bitterly swelling there, 
and suddenly he reached out for her, grasping her hand and drawing her 
to him inside his arms against his naked chest.

"Christ, Baby ... Baby ... I'm sorry. Forgive me ... I didn't mean to 
...!" he started, but never finished, raising her chin with his finger 
to kiss her lips instead. He felt her soft arms moving upward, her 
small hands clutching behind his shoulders as he held her. He stroked 
his own hands downward behind her to cup the full mounds of her round, 
firm buttocks outside their tight-fitting slacks and pressed the warm 
give of her curvaceous body tightly against his near-nakedness.

She whimpered softly within his embrace, her lush lips readily opening 
to receive his probing tongue. Christ, he thought, he had no right ... 
after what he'd done with Lydia Newell only hours before! His beautiful 
bride, Jeannie ... he loved her ... and she was too good for him ...! 
Damn, he had to tell her ... had to! What the hell did they have ... 
could they possibly have, without truth between them ...? He started to 
speak, but she cut him short.

"Shhh," she whispered, laying a slender finger across his lips. 
''There's nothing to forgive ... and I know you didn't mean to be sharp 
with me. It's my fault, Sweetheart ... I was being selfish ... thinking 
of myself, when you have this terrible problem. I'm sorry, Darling ... 
I guess I'm just a little girl who hasn't grown up yet."

"Oh ... oh Christ!" he choked, her innocent self-accusation sending a 
stronger charge of guilt racing through him, convoyed by a sensation of 
carnal hunger that he didn't intend to analyze. "I want you ... you! 
And right now ... this minute, Baby! No excuses ... no anything ...!" 
he said, beginning to unbutton her blouse.

"B-But ... but Darling ... in the middle of the day ... and you're so 
tired ...!" Jean gasped, his unexpected sensual passion contagious, 
wild little palpitations reflexively surging through her eager young 
body. 

"In the middle of the day ... high noon ... in Macy's show-window if 
necessary, Angel!" he half-smilingly hissed, stripping her blouse away 
and reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra hooks. He sensed his 
cock swelling into its full, hardened length and he made it throb 
against her soft belly, the sensual expression lighting her beautiful 
face like some exotic painting unveiled to gratify him alone.

He would make it up to her! Later ... yes, later, he'd tell her the 
truth! But now, he'd make it up to her or at least try ... try to 
instill in her mind the depths of his love and need for her, he 
reasoned, possessively smoothing his hands beneath the loosened cups of 
her bra ardently clutching the thrusting mounds of satin-soft, 
resilient white flesh. Their abundant fullness overflowed the spread-
fingers of his big hands, the hardened, pink-nipples like tiny 
firebrands burning against his palms. Then, he suddenly stood her off.

"Oh Mark ... I-I love you!" she feebly gasped, sensing his hands 
fumbling, undoing her slacks and rolling them down over her hips and 
buttocks. She willingly stepped back to kick off her slippers, her 
panties, everything, watching him strip away his shorts and reveal to 
her the long, thick hardness of his penis that she'd come to love so 
much!

Naked, she ran to him and he caught her, kissing her with a warmth that 
she felt to her very marrow. It would happen this time! She felt 
certain of it! This time, she too would cum ... this time ...!

He caught her hand and literally tossed her onto the bed. Then, he was 
on top of her nakedness, kissing her tingling breasts, her throat, her 
trembling lips, while his pulsating hardness throbbed against her soft, 
full thigh. God, she couldn't remember ever being so hot, so lustfully 
hungry for fulfillment. She almost felt like a wanton little whore ... 
but she was with her darling ... her wonderful darling!

"I love you, Jeannie ... damn!" he gasped, moving his hips between her 
quivering legs that she anxiously spread wide for him. "I'm going to 
make love to you ... fuck you, Darling!" he went on, using four letter 
words that they seldom mentioned, the mere sound of them firing her 
unsuspected desire in a way that she had hardly known yet secretly 
yearned for. "Put it in for me, Baby! Take my cock and put it in your 
hot little pussy!"

Sensuously shivering, she did what he had never asked before ... 
reached down and grasped the solid length of his long, thick cock to 
splay open the flushed lips of her sparsely hairlined cunt, pressing 
the rigid head at the mouth of her moistly dilating vagina. Excitedly, 
she spread her thighs further and raised her heated loins, knowing that 
this time her husband's beautiful young hardness was going to do it for 
her, and not caring how hard he plunged that first time!

He did! His huge, wetly penetrating cock raced into the liquid passage 
of her waiting vagina like a conquering phalanx, filling her receptive 
loins with a wild, driving desire to be fucked by him as deep and as 
hard as he could.

Yes ... yes, this time! It would happen this time! Oh God ... she had 
never known such wild rapture! This was what it was all about ... 
midday, with a lust incited husband ... making love to its fullest 
extent ...!

Mark could hardly comprehend what he was doing, he was that spent ... 
yet, there was a sensation of utter happiness filling him! He was 
fucking her, his voluptuous young wife, his raging cock charging in and 
out of the tight pink hole between her legs like a piston, and already 
the explosion was beginning to build in his groin! He loved her ... 
loved her and only her! Yes ... but he would cum soon! Maybe, she would 
too ... he didn't know! He didn't know ... wished that he could think 
more rationally ...!

"Oh ... oh Darling!" she gasped. "It's beautiful! Beautiful ... your 
wonderful hard cock ...!"

He'd never heard lewd words from her before, and the sound of them 
keened his lust like a honing-bar. He said: "Would ... would you like 
to kiss it ... suck it, Baby? Not now ... another time, but would you 
... and I'll lick your pussy!"

"Uhhmmmmmm ..." she moaned, then again. "Oh Mark ... I don't know ... 
maybe ... I-I'm afraid, I think so ... but ... but I don't know ...!"

"I-It's beautiful, Baby," he whispered, picturing it all in his lust-
inflamed mind, wanting her to know and understand the enchantment and 
closeness of sucking and licking each other until they exploded inside.

"Y-Yes, Darling ... I'll try ..." she started but never finished.

"Shit ...! Jeannie! I can't hold it! I-I-I'm going to ... oh Christ!"

And he did, his heavily plunging penis buried in her hotly clenching 
young cunt-channel beginning to squirt its white-hot sperm deep up 
inside her. In open frustration, Jean dug her nails into his naked 
ribs, his arms, his shoulders!

"Ohhh ... no, Darling ... please, no! My God!" she gasped, thrusting 
the opened core of her helplessly impaled young body up to receive him 
in his flooding warmth, but craving more ... more!

"I ... I ... oh shit. Jeannie ...next time ... next time!" she heard 
him exhaustedly gasp. "Oh ... oh Christ ... I'm cuumminngg ...!"

Oooohhhh Godddd ... well, did she know that! Well! Well! While at the 
same time, she was ready to scream inside! Again ... again he had left 
her there, and just when she was certain that it might happen! D-Damn 
him! Damn him!

Jean rolled his heavily gasping body off of her, raising herself to one 
elbow, her trembling intent to verbally destroy his masculinity once 
and for all! The bastard! The selfish bastard ...!

But, she said nothing! He slept ... mouth open, eyes only half-closed 
... the sleep of exhaustion! For a long moment, the frustrated blonde-
haired young woman stared at him, sensing the immediate pangs of her 
desire melting before the truth of his drained strength. My God, she 
was acting like a wanton whore! While he, poor darling, did what he had 
to! The tears filled her eyes once more as she bent and kissed his 
slack lips. Then, she arose from the bed and found a robe in the 
closet.

A few moments later, Jean pattered into the front room and poured 
herself an unusual scotch and soda, the excitement in her quivering 
loins and belly far from relieved, but endurable she thought ... 
endurable until he could learn to bring her all the way to the end of 
the line ...



Chapter 5


Jean was slightly tipsy when she undressed and readied herself for bed 
just a little before midnight. She realized that she had probably 
overdone it, trusting that the effects of the liquor might help soothe 
the lingering sensual flames that Mark had kindled hours before, but 
they still smoldered warmly down in her disappointed belly and loins. 
It was almost as if it had worked just the opposite of what she'd 
expected, she thought, slipping into the whispering nylon of a see-
through, short nightie ... not quite certain why she had selected such 
a daring thing to wear alone to bed, either.

God, she'd never drunk so much in her life! Throughout the four hours 
or better that Mark had slept, she had continued to pour herself little 
periodic nips from the scotch-bottle, weakening them with water, of 
course, but she realized now that they had built up on her. The last 
two potent ones she had made to sip at while she absently watched TV 
had contained that 'drop' too much; her head was spinning.

She stood before her vanity mirror, brushing her long, honey-blonde 
hair, remembering how Mark had again, almost shamefully avoided looking 
at her after he'd awakened. God, as much as she wanted him to reach 
her, to make her know the erotic thrill of completion, she realized he 
was not to blame, that he just couldn't hold back. She had tried to 
explain that it was all right and that she understood, but he hadn't 
wanted to even talk about it ... and then he was gone. Darn, was it any 
wonder that she'd decided to investigate the effects of liquor a bit 
further? Nor was she sorry now, even though it hadn't quite reacted in 
the manner expected. At least, she felt less inhibited toward the 
feverish sensations he had awakened and left simmering inside her ... 
which was the reason she had chosen the sensuously inciting nightie, 
wasn't it?

Staring into the mirror, Jean realized that it was impossible to deny 
herself any longer, and subconsciously she had been working toward this 
all evening. A little quiver of excitement rippled over the nerve-ends 
of her softly tingling flesh at the thought. Yes ... she was going to 
make it delightfully beautiful for her own self. She let her eyes rove 
over the stimulating reflection in the mirror, taking a narcissistic 
pleasure in admiring her own symmetrical curves. It wasn't something 
spontaneous, this hedonistic admiration of her generous endowments, but 
it had been many months, since Carol and she had roomed together at 
school actually, that she had enjoyed them with such intentions. Her 
full and pointed, pink-nippled breasts had always secretly intrigued 
her from the first moment she had taken notice of their rounded, 
swelling presence. She lay her brush onto the vanity and smoothed her 
hands down over the narrowness of her waist, the tiny dimple of her 
navel exotically visible through the sheer black nylon. Her view moved 
to the sweeping arch of her flowing hips and the long white columns of 
her full, white thighs and shapely calves, but it was the golden 
triangle of silken pubic curls at their apex that eventually commanded 
her gaze.

Jean sighed tremblingly, letting her own caressing little hands stroke 
downward over her hips and inward toward the base of her flat belly to 
the gentle mound of soft, hair-hidden flesh; She pressured tauntingly, 
her slender fingers extended, the hint of her own pink vaginal slit 
momentarily captivating her through the shadowy nylon.

Now, she thought, an inciting wave of self-lust washing through her ... 
now! And she quickly turned, walking to the bed, switching out the 
light as she climbed in thinking how much nicer it could be if Carol 
were there with her at that very moment ...!

*  *  *

"Jeez, did you see that?" Corky White hissed to his brother hunched 
beside him. "When she bent over to get in bed I could see her bare ass 
...!"

"Shut up, you stupid bastard!" Leo Vincent angrily whispered. "She'll 
hear you! That window's open!" He slunk down lower and crawled away, 
motioning for his teenaged associates to follow. In the heavy shadow of 
shrubs he waited until they joined him. "You dumb fuck, Corky, you 
louse this up and Morgan's going to kill you, I swear it!"

"Shit, I won't louse it, Leo! She couldn't hear me anyway, the way she 
was rubbing herself. I'll bet she's in there finger-fucking her cunt 
like crazy right this minute ...!"

"Corky's right, Leo!" Billy White, a heavy-set, good looking boy, 
whispered. "She was getting ready to finger-fuck herself! Must be that 
Blakely can't take care of that hot little pussy of hers ..."

"Knock it off will you two? For Chris' sake, we got a job to do!" the 
pimply faced teenager snapped. "Now listen to me, we jimmy the back 
door ..."

"Why not go in through her opened window, Leo?" Billy interrupted.

"Goddamnit, will you listen? Because she might see us and scream, 
that's why! There's a moon, you know, or she might turn on a light ... 
anything. Besides, Morgan worked this out and we're following to the 
letter! You got that?"

"Sure, whatever you say, Leo," Corky enthusiastically replied. "Just as 
long as I get my cock into her smooth little belly ...!"

"We'll all get to fuck 'er!" Leo answered a slow grin spreading his 
thins acned face. "But ... we do it right ... surprise her ... you 
handle the gag, Billy, and shove it into her mouth right off quick, 
eh?"

The good-looking boy nodded without speaking.

"We grab her hands, Corky, and tie them to the bed-posts with these 
stockings. I snatched them out of a trash-can downtown, just in case 
they find one and want to trace it," Leo Vincent said. "Okay ... who's 
got the bear-claw ...?"

Billy fumbled the dried and cured animal-paw from a pocket where he'd 
carried it, thrusting it into the other boy's hand.

"Okay, we're set," the pimply-faced teenager said. "Get your masks on 
and remember ... no one says a fucking thing, right ...?"

"Right!"

"Right, Leo ... let's go ...!"

*  *  *

As carefully secretive as the teenaged trio were in carrying out their 
evil mission, their excited stealth could not begin to match that of 
the powerful dog who watched through burning, amber-fired eyes their 
every furtive move. He had easily crept into the town, cunningly 
avoiding the men with weapons who openly stalked the streets, their 
reason for being there not escaping him. In silently wearing his way 
into the heart of the man-place, he had unexpectedly come upon the 
three male-humans crouched before a lighted window away from the wide 
path where they walked and the noisy things on wheels raced.

Now, he watched, easing soundlessly to the open window where they had 
crouched. His keen ears immediately picked up the sibilant vibrations 
of heavy human breathing ... of an occasional sigh and the whimper of a 
female person. His animal senses noted that the moon was cloud-hidden 
before he put forepaws onto the window sill and extended himself high 
enough to see in.

Though the room was shrouded in darkness, Caesar, with his darkness 
accustomed eyes, saw her on the bed in her spread-legged position as if 
the sun's light were illuminating her. Her small hand worked in a 
teasing circular motion between her crab-like spread thighs, and sighs 
of happiness continuously filled the night. He watched her smooth 
female buttocks rise from the bed to meet her rhythmically working 
hand, and something familiar clicked in his animal-mind from ages past!

An almost human warmth flowed through the massive dog that he had no 
way of fathoming. His glowing eyes centered on her long, golden hair 
that was haloed on the pillow supporting her beautiful young head. He 
sensed his own feral loins beginning to enlivingly quiver ... and then, 
there was a commotion!

Her half-scream caused Caesar's muscles to tense, but he hesitated 
through experience to charge. Instead, he waited, watching as the three 
gleefully smiling boys moved with brutal lustfulness over and around 
the futilely resisting young woman, filling her mouth, then tying her 
wrists and legs to the corners of the human sleeping place before 
ripping her thin silky garment away from her voluptuously cubed body. 
Still, he made no move, but watched as they stripped off their own 
body-covers, the long, hard lengths of their man-penises making him 
known their intentions ... while the golden-haired, naked female 
continued to whimper helplessly in her throat ...!

*  *  *

Jean had never known real terror in her young life, and if she had, she 
horribly realized, that it could never be like this! She couldn't 
scream ... they had stuffed her mouth chokingly full with some sort of 
rag! My God! My God! What were they going to do? Her hands were 
suddenly tied to the upper bedposts as were her feet to the lower ...! 
They were going to rape her, of course, what else ...? But then, why, 
and who ...?

She was completely at their mercy when the snickering sounds of triumph 
from one masked face loomed in the darkness above her, and wild-eyed 
she twisted her head to faintly see him clutching his naked, hard penis 
with vile lewdness not a foot away from her face! Oh ... oh God, if she 
could only scream ...! She rolled her head away and made out the images 
of the other two mimicking the first, gripping their long, thick 
penises and moving in the darkness toward the bed and her widespread 
thighs ...!

Then ...! Then ... what was it that happened? A ... A blurred shadow of 
solid darkness at the opened window ... a loud, vicious growl! Again, 
and then again, she heard it, as she tried to lift her head to see the 
confusion that was filling her ears ...!

"Jeez! It's him ... the goddamned dog!" a cursing boyish voice panickly 
exclaimed. "I'm getting out of here!"

"Come on, Leo! It's the fucking dog-pack!" another choked as Jean lay 
spellbound, her head raised in solemn fear at what was taking place..

Suddenly, there was nothing, but the slamming sound of the back door 
familiar to her ears, yet, she was still nakedly tied spread-eagled to 
the bed ...! For a long, long moment, Jean lay in deathly silence, 
trying to determine if they had gone ... and why? Finally, she realized 
that her secured wrist hadn't made it impossible to reach the lamp on 
the bed-table and she struggled for it ... turning it on. Her entire 
nakedly exposed body trembled fearfully as she rolled her head, then 
lifted it, the gag they had brutally applied still stifling her very 
breathing ...

She saw him then! He stood at the foot of the bed, massively dominating 
the entire room! His rounded eyes were like two glowing ovals of 
burning fire in his huge head, his vicious mouth partially open to 
display the gleaming white fangs there! Mother of God! That's why her 
attackers, whoever they were had ran! It was him ... Caesar ... the 
animal who'd raped Annie Purcell!

Forgetting her gag, Jean tried to scream, nearly choking from the 
stuffing in her mouth and throat! She stared with raised head, seeing 
the great beast leap agily onto the bed, then lick at his lips in the 
manner of gentle dogs she had seen a thousand times! God, no matter 
what else, he'd driven the others off, she thought, watching him raise 
his beautiful head high, then ... move forward toward her! His powerful 
jaws were just above her throat! He was going to ... going to ...! They 
lowered right above her face ... and suddenly, she realized that he had 
nipped onto one end of the gag with his teeth and was backing away, 
pulling it from her mouth! It was then that she noticed the gold 
medallion swinging loosely from his great throat, the embossed 
impression of the roman battle eagle clearly visible to her!

Anxiously, she tried to return saliva to her mouth. She could scream 
now! Someone would hear, one of the sentries Mark had placed ...! But 
she didn't! She could, but she didn't ...!

Caesar whimpered, simultaneously wagging his head and tail. Again, from 
ages passed, hot-blood flowed through him. In his animal-eye he 
surveyed the naked, security tied human female before him. Her hair 
reminded him of his mate that the brute-man had killed, and 
animalistically he licked out with his tongue. She had lain back onto 
the pillow watching him, her eyes softening from stark-fear into more 
of wonderment, he instinctively perceived.

His own burning orbs surveyed her again, and then, he moved closer 
above her, leaning down to lash out with his wet, hot tongue against 
the smooth flesh of her naked white belly.

She could scream now, Jean realized, rant at the top of her lungs ...! 
He had made it possible! Why? She swallowed tightly, watching him move 
toward her, then lowering his head, his length of pinkish seething 
animal-tongue licked moistly over her muscle-tightened belly!

Again, he did it, the hot, spread length of his tormenting wet tongue 
causing incredible sensations to spiral through her, immediately 
resurging the unsatiated passion she had quickly forgotten in her 
terror! She strained her sight to gape at his animal-face, to read some 
direction in those fire-filled, wild eyes! Oh God, he had saved her 
from a cruel gang rape! And he knew it ... he knew it!

Once more, she raised her head to gaspingly watch his long hot tongue 
licking upward over the quivering white flesh of her soft belly! Higher 
and higher he inched, until he was finally lapping the rounded, full 
undersides of her exposed breasts, ever-creeping upward over them 
toward their tiny, marble-hardening nipples ... and at last, there! She 
couldn't restrain the little moan that escaped her lips when his 
feverish, moist tongue actually reached them, wetly grazing the pink, 
sensitively rising buds again and again to send maddeningly arousing 
spasms whipping through her nakedly bound body!

Oh ... oh God ... what was happening to her? She must be losing her 
mind! The liquor had numbed her wits to the point of stupidity! This 
ferocious brute could, and well might, tear her to pieces if the notion 
took him! Somehow, she had to raise help before it was too late, before 
this moment of gentleness left him! But if she screamed would she be 
heard ... and if she were, could they trace the source in time ...? Yet 
worse, what might her shrieking voice do to him? It wasn't as if she 
could scramble from the bed and try to evade his attack! She was tied 
hand and foot, helplessly vulnerable to those massive jaws and sharp, 
gleaming fangs ...!

Dear Lord, she could hardly think with the inconceivable rising heat 
his fiercely licking tongue brushing wetly over the naked mounds of her 
breasts was creating inside her! She heard him whimper deep in his 
throat, her widened stare fixed on his almost loving performance. Then, 
his blazing eyes raised to meet hers, their desire-fed glow level with 
her own. She held her breath as he moved upward and startlingly began 
to run his warm, liquid tongue in hot caresses over her face!

My God, Jean shockingly realized, he's kissing me!

A feeling of gentle warmth filled Caesar's powerful body as he tenderly 
licked over the pleasing, soft beauty of the female-human's flesh. The 
pleasant taste of her breasts, and now her smooth white face intrigued 
him. This was not the same, he sensed, as the vengeance he had 
fulfilled with the other young, she-woman. No malice toward this one 
raged inside him as it had for the one who had chased and shot at them. 
Her warm human-eyes reflected emotions that he could understand in the 
depths of the mysterious brain he possessed. Yes, she was one that he 
could claim for his own ...!

Jean reflectively rolled her head to shy her face away from the brute-
animal's hot, licking tongue. There was no question in her mind but 
what he was actually kissing her ... showing her in his own way that 
she needn't be afraid, that he wouldn't harm her! Why she felt that she 
could fathom his unhuman meaning was beyond her, but she was certain 
she was right! It was almost as if uncanny vibrations were passing 
between them ... and suddenly she realized that she was no longer 
trying to avoid the heated attention of his warm, moist tongue, but 
giving herself to it with tightly closed eyes!

Abruptly, he stopped. She felt the weight of him jiggling the bed and 
snapped open her eyes to see. My God ... he was moving down between her 
helplessly bound legs! She raised to watch him poise his great head 
between her open thighs, then slowly lower it, his heated animal-breath 
taunting the sparse blonde-pubic hair there! His cool, wet nose brushed 
against the soft, hot flesh of her inner-thigh ... and finally, the 
still flushed lips of her vaginal crevice! She heard him whimper as he 
sniffed her female excitement, taunting her succeptibly naked loins as 
though he were making an actual seduction!

Once more, the urge to scream filled her, but was rendered utterly 
useless as she felt his warm damp nose suddenly rubbing wetly against 
the puckered ring of her tiny cringing anus!

"Oh ... oh, my God!" she gasped out, as if she were pleading to another 
person, the words of Granny Obert suddenly finding some realistic 
meaning in her racing mind. "Don't ... please don't ...?"

Oh ... ooohhhhh ...!

His wild tongue snaked out to lick wormingly up and down the smooth 
vale surrounding her tightly clenched little anal mouth, the tip 
burrowing teasingly up into its defensively clasped lips!

Jean hardly knew whether it was fear, shame, or the tantalization 
itself that made her try to squirm her naked vaginal slit away, but 
when the massive dog raised his head and warningly growled, she quickly 
stopped. His head lowered again, the hot, seething tongue beginning to 
lick at the narrow pink crevice between her helplessly spread thighs. 
She trembled and groaned uncontrollably as he wetly drew it upward over 
the full length of her openly spread pussy. "Oooooh God!" The lewd 
sensations stabbing inward to reach deep into the nerve centers of her 
helplessly fluttering belly.

Again he did it, this time, his thick hot tongue spreading through the 
yielding, hair-fringed cunt lips like a fluid blade! It didn't stop, 
but continued to relentlessly splay the raw, sensitive flesh, pausing 
at last to lunge in a penetrating curl far up her shamelessly moistened 
vagina! She gasped and spasmed convulsively, writhing in reflexive 
bodily contortions to his oral rape ... but he never stopped ... and 
she wasn't sure that she wanted him to!

At that intensively breathtaking moment, the spread-eagled, obscenely 
exposed young bride was not sure of anything but the sudden ardent 
thrill of incitement his hot, ravaging tongue was sending through her 
young naked body. Her whimpers uncontrollably increased, while her mind 
slipped further into a spell-binding sensual oblivion that she could 
not, nor did not want to struggle against! Again and again, his 
pleasure-bringing tongue grazingly bathed her unprotected, loins from 
the snug, raisin-like lips of her tightly clenched little anus, upward 
through the glistening, moist crevice of her long-denied pussy. At its 
peak, it hesitated, penetrating to flick almost knowingly at the 
trembling bud of her clitoris, irresistably amplifying her mounting 
desire a hundred fold!

How long it went on, Jean in her erotic intoxication had no idea ... 
only that it did, the heavenly searing tongue licking wildly through 
and over her moistly inflamed cuntal flesh until she was gasping and 
squirming her whole naked body maddeningly beneath it.

"Oooohh ... ooohhh ...!" she gutturally moaned as he flicked the 
tormenting organ in a hot, lust-whetting curl up into the clutching 
little mouth of her burning vaginal passage. 

"Ooohhh ... yes ... yes, do it for me, Caesar ...! M-Make me cum ... 
oohhh please ...? Lick me more ... lick me ...!"

Jean hardly knew what she was saying, her overpowering passion had 
built to that intensity ... but abruptly, she realized the loss of his 
pleasure-bringing tongue, and she raised her head to gape in confused 
disappointment. He had moved up over her once more on the bed and she 
heard his animal whimpers at the same moment that she realized he was 
tugging with his strong, sharp teeth at her bonds. He ... he was 
freeing her!

When he had managed to untie one wrist, he moved down to repeat the act 
at her ankle, while she quickly undid the other wrist with her freed 
hand, then sat up to work on the other ankle. Her infused brain swam 
with both the sensual elation filling it, as well as the incredulous 
events that had taken place this night, one after the other. But once 
more, her brief flurry of thought was whipped away as she felt his 
tongue affectionately licking at her cheek. She tore the unknotted 
stocking from her ankle and wrapped both arms around his great neck, 
hugging his huge head tightly to her as she lay back, the weight of his 
powerful body flattening her resilient upraised breasts down against 
her chest.

"Oh ... you ... you beautiful lover, Caesar ...!" she chokingly gasped. 
Then, taking gentle hold of his ears and head, she fearlessly hissed. 
"Please, darling don't stop yet ... please ...?"

He let her guide him back down between her anxiously spread thighs, 
little whimpers still emitting from his panting mouth, while soft mewls 
of delight tumbled from hers. Then, with an animalistic groan of her 
own, Jean drew her knees back to her breasts pulling his nose tight 
down into her wetly throbbing vagina!

His eager tongue flicked up the fire-filled channel like an attacking 
lizard, his own whines blending with hers as he hungrily lashed and 
penetrated the glistening pink flesh between her lewdly spread thighs 
and buttocks.

"Oh ... ooohhh ... yes ...! Lick it, darling ... lick my cunt!" she 
lustfully pleaded, undulating her opened, obscenely positioned loins 
and rounded white buttocks salaciously up against his mind-destroying 
tongue.

Caesar could smell as well as taste the exoticness of her human female 
lust, the keen aromatic flavor driving his basic sexual instincts 
higher and higher. Though he had known the carnal association of many 
female-humans in his time, none had ever commanded his natural impulses 
such as this soft, white creature with the long golden hair. Her pale, 
sky-colored eyes reflected truth, and her voice-sounds were gentle and 
warm. There was a sun-brightness to the expression of her smooth, white 
face that he sensed flowing through the tender symmetrical curves of 
her entire body. But it was there down between her welcomingly spread 
thighs where he licked with his lust-heated tongue that he knew the 
naked sensitive realness of her. This yielding, pink flesh of her open 
cunt in its hot, flowing poignancy revealed her innermost emotions and 
as he greedily and lovingly tongued the wispy, curl-fringed softness, 
he intuitively felt the rising heaviness of his own feral, animal 
loins.

Jean felt his magnificent hot tongue suddenly desert her lewdly offered 
vaginal opening and she quickly raised her head to see him backing off 
several steps. "Oh ... oh God, Darling ... what is it?" she imploringly 
moaned, to his entreating whine. "Please ... don't stop ...? What? What 
is it you want, Lover ...?"

He moved to her side then, nosing against her soft hip in a gesture 
that she found herself understanding. God ... he wanted her to turn 
over onto her stomach! Gently, he nudged again, the whimpering sounds 
coming from the depths of his chest, the golden medallion swaying 
beneath his throat from the effort!

Unable to determine why she did it, she willingly responded, and 
moreover, not wanting to know or destroy the beautifully impossible 
phenomenon that bound them, Jean lowered her long, white legs and 
rolled over onto her stomach, no thought of fear or resistance in her 
incited brain. She again spread her long shapely legs wide, sensing 
that he wanted this as did she, again narcisstically picturing her own 
naked, smooth curvaceousness in her mind's eye. She sensed his panting, 
hot breaths against the soft mounds of her partially raised buttocks, 
then joyfully felt the heat of his thick wet tongue slithering into the 
soft smooth crevice separating them!

Jean moaned audibly, unknown sensations of undisguised lust charging 
ever stronger through her cunt and belly. She hardly realized it as she 
reached back behind herself with her small hands to lasciviously spread 
the lust cheeks open, giving him full access to her tiny, palpitating 
anus! Then, his loving hot tongue was wetly caressing it, again 
splaying open the ragged, hair-lined lips of her inflamed pussy to 
graze the sensually flushed, pink flesh on its lewd path to the baby-
like mouth of her naked rectum.

Oh God ... she was going to lose her mind entirely, she thought! She 
was ... truly was! And then, her animal lover was nuzzling beneath her 
pelvis and lifting, his desire as clear to her as if he had spoken. 
Obediently, she raised up, elevating her wide-spread buttocks as she 
knelt slave like before the powerful dog in complete inner-surrender!

Once more, as if in answering-love, he drew his thick, splaying tongue 
up through the full length of her seethingly wet cuntal crevice, and 
she gasped out her erotic delight. She tried to widen her knees even 
further to open the throbbing pink pussy slit between her trembling 
thighs wider to him. His long, curling animal-tongue thrust 
possessively, sweeping hotly through the blood-flushed, wet inner-flesh 
and flicking at the hungrily grasping mouth of her vagina, enticingly 
firing her offered loins to greater heat before he moved to a new, 
unexpected position!

She tensed as the massive dog's muscular, furry body crowded in behind 
her toward her nakedly trembling buttocks, suddenly aware that he was 
raising up on his hind legs and his powerful forelegs were grasping at 
her upthrusting hips! Oh God ... he ... he must be mounting her, she 
thought wildly twisting her head to look back ... and he was! Dear Lord 
... he was! He intended to fuck her just as though she were another 
animal!

Her desire confused brain whirled with the impossibly lurid idea, and 
once again she remembered some of Granny Obert's tale! Oh God! she 
inwardly gasped, her body tremoring to the sensations Caesar's lashing 
tongue had set her palpitating loins afire with. Then, her glazed eyes 
caught sight of their lewdly locked position in her vanity mirror and 
she groaned helplessly at the obscenely provocative reflection. The 
bestial obscenity of the great German Shepherd astraddle the spread 
white moons of her smoothly ovaled buttocks sent unbelievable charges 
of salacious fire soaring through her naked, ql_ivering body.

Then, she breathlessly gaped at the sight of his glistening, scarlet 
cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the wet, tapered end 
slipping and dancing as it moved forward to probe the damp, pink 
crevice of her wildly excited runt. She felt his strong canine body 
jerk against the giving flesh of her supple, white buttocks, saw his 
dangling thick length of hardened cock trying to penetrate the thin 
vertical mouth of her defenselessly upturned vagina!

He whimpered loudly, his forepaws making new claims against the soft 
sensitive flesh of her naked hips as he thrustingly stumbled on his 
hind legs behind her, desperately endeavoring to bury the sleek, 
throbbing shaft up inside her!

Jean saw it all in the mirror, and with an inescapable, sensuous moan, 
she shifted her head suddenly hungrily quivering buttocks back at it in 
an effort to capture his lengthening hardness, the feverishly 
impassioned tension inside her reaching a near unbearable point! Oh God 
... she wanted it ... had to have his long, thick animal-cock inside 
her inflamed, needing cunt! Yes, she had to have it racing into her 
soft, fire-filled belly before she went mad with her unfulfilled 
desire! Nothing else mattered! She reached back between her full, 
widely spread thighs, grasping the slippery animal-organ to spread her 
soft silken pubic hair with the tip and guide its hotly pulsating, head 
to the wetly receptive mouth of her eagerly waiting vaginal hole! 
Immediately, he humped forward, bursting it from her grip as he speared 
her defenseless young cuntal channel open wider and wider, sending the 
long rod of hard, thick animal-cock deep up into the hungrily squirming 
hole between her thighs!

Jean watched in the mirror in bulging eyed fascination as the burning, 
scarlet rod of stiffened dog flesh slithered forward with a wet, brutal 
charge, burying itself all the way up to the hilt in her painfully 
stretched vaginal passage. Caesar's heavy, sperm-bloated balls swung 
down wildly and smacked flatly beneath her golden pussy-hair.

The intensive, pressuring sensation of impalement came bursting through 
her loins seconds later and she grunted out her choking gasp. Then: "Oh 
God ...!" she wailed, her wide blue eyes gaping unseeingly as her 
excitedly panting animal-lover began to fuck rhythmically up into her 
from behind. Her head jarring from his every fierce breast-quivering 
plunge, Jean tried to concentrate on the long, scarlet length of 
hardness slithering into her as she began to move rhythmically backward 
to meet his powerful, breathtaking strokes! Unequaled sensations of 
base-lust filled her sensuously slaving body as she thrust backward 
onto the ever-thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper into her 
raging, hot belly from behind. Furiously, his savage muscular beauty 
battered and thudded resoundingly against her yielding, wide-spread 
ass-cheeks, his painfully huge cock a relentless shaft of glistening, 
sadistic joy sinking to its full length deep into her soft, quivering 
belly! With ungovernable, whimpering mewls, she lewdly rotated her 
rounded working buttocks back at him with a lewd frenzy, grinding her 
hotly clinging cunt walls back over the length of his hardened, 
piercing animal flesh with a masochistic cry of wanton passion.

The signal flashed through her lust-inflamed young body then, the 
unmistakable beacon of erotic fulfillment! It spiraled through her 
seething loins like the pricking of a million warning needles, and 
gnawed at the base of her quivering belly with the promise of unknown 
rapture. She whimpered aloud to the jagged edges of her growing sensual 
bliss, gaping at the mirror hungrily to see the great dog, Caesar's 
wet, thick cock disappearing up between the soft whiteness of her own 
roundly absorbing buttocks, his furious fucking of her tempoed in 
quickened jerky animal strokes! She caught sight of her own pink cuntal 
flesh wetly clinging to his huge hardness when he pulled out of her, 
then vanishing back up inside again with his thrusting charge, his 
heavy cum-laden balls smacking solidly below between the spread-open 
lips of her hotly searing pussy.

Her brain reeled in the throes of her wildly aroused passion, her eyes 
feasting on the sensuous spectacle of her full young breasts quivering 
and swaying like hanging white mounds of lush, pink-crested fruit to 
his beautiful, battering barrage! She saw the flailing beauty of her 
own long, blonde hair when she tossed her head in cadence to the moans 
of gasping enchantment hissing from her heaving chest!

"Oh God ... fuck me you magnificent darling! " she cried. "Gr-Granny 
was right ... right! I know now ... yes ... yes! I'm yours, Caesar ... 
yours forever ... Oooohhhh ... God!"

It was the wailing soft lilt in her crying voice that made Caesar know 
her sexual love. He whimpered back in response as he ardently thrust 
into her from behind in the only depth of expression his basic 
instincts urged. He knew that she was readily giving herself to him in 
the loving beauty of natural law, never resisting or fighting him, but 
eagerly, thrusting her soft, white female cunt back onto his heavily 
aching hardness. The wet, warmth of her human vaginal channel was 
greedily clenching at his animal cock, as if she were his own bitch 
mate, and his great heart pounded lovingly in his chest for her.

He sensed the dribbling wetness against his loins that trickled down 
the soft smooth backs of her thighs from where he fucked into her, and 
saw the thin, sheen-like droplets of perspiration that had gathered on 
her naked white body beneath him. His own tongue hung loosely from his 
opened jaws in heated frenzy. The moment of culmination was near!

Abruptly, Jean raised her sensuously slackened face to whimper out a 
guttural, animalish groan from deep in her throat. Her glazed blue eyes 
grew round and unseeing. "Ooohhh ... ooohhhh, Darling ... I can't stand 
it! I-I'm going madddd! Do it to me harder ... please do it for me, my 
lover ...! Oooohhhh!" And her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob 
and sigh, her head tossing insanely from side to side, her long, honey-
colored hair wildly flailing as she began the first convulsions of her 
climax, skewering her white, passionately undulating buttocks back onto 
his long, thick rod of hardness with a wantonness that she had never 
even imagined she was capable of.

The first spasm struck her then and she shrieked, slamming her rounded 
white ass-cheeks back hard against the rhythmically fucking dog cock 
with a desperate, frantic lunge. Simultaneously Caesar responded with a 
forward thrust and growl, his massive hardness beginning to spew its 
heated animal sperm deep up into her soft, wildly constricting belly 
with long, hard spurts.

Again, Jean weirdly cried out, her crazily jerking buttocks beginning 
to contract convulsively to the grand eruption exploding hotly in her 
belly and loins in the universal ecstasy of all animals! She threw her 
head from side to side in a heretofore unknown, erotic bliss ... at 
last opening her eyes on the mirror to see the combination of human-
animal cum oozing whitely from her tightly clenching cuntal-mouth which 
was still clasping and milking hungrily at her animal-lover's slowly 
deflating cock. Thin rivulets of their sticky, white fluids ran hotly 
down the smooth white columns of her inner-thighs ... and when she 
could no longer watch, she pitched forward on her breasts, gasping a 
great sigh of blissful relief ...

Jean lay unmoving for a long, long moment, refusing to let the thoughts 
that were trying to flood her mind return. Instead, she thought only of 
the beautiful, wildly arousing orgasm she had just known ... felt his 
movements on the bed behind and over her. Yes ... dear God, yes ...! 
Granny had been right ... so right, and now, she understood ...! 
Suddenly, she felt his hot, wet tongue licking the smooth, sensitive 
flesh of her naked buttocks ... then the small of her back! It stopped, 
and smiling, Jean slowly rolled over ...

With a start, she sat upright, and just in time to see his great flanks 
disappearing through the open window. A sudden tightness caught at her 
throat as she scrambled toward the foot of the bed.

"Caesar! Caesar ... please! Come back! Come back ...!"

But he didn't, and as seconds passed into minutes, Jean realized that 
he would not. Oh ... oh God ...! She couldn't hold back the tears 
puddling into her eyes. What he had done for her ... to her ... with 
her ...! Then, she heard it ...!

It was a wailing animal howl that triumphantly filled the night, and 
Jean couldn't contain her trembling smile of happiness. Slowly, she 
crawled back up into the bed, feeling the heat of his animal sperm 
still puddling deep in her satiated belly, then switched the room into 
darkness. She licked at her lushly swollen lips and continued to 
confidently smile to herself. There was no reason any longer for fear 
and she would make Mark understand this ... and more. Most people in 
Crescent Valley who had heard that cry a moment ago had cringed, she 
sleepily thought, but she knew the truth.

It had been a cry of love ... love to his new-found human mate ...



Chapter 6


"I don't believe it!" Link Morgan furiously raged. "You lousy little 
punks screwed up!"

"No! I swear it, Chief!" Leo Vincent pledged, his thin, pimply face 
drawn in fear of the barrel-chested man. "Honest, I wouldn't lie to you 
...!"

"You'd lie to your dying mother, you fink!" the police chief spat.

"Leo's telling you the truth, Chief!" Billy White, a runtish, long-
haired boy put in. "We were going great when suddenly, there he was, 
coming right through her open window ...!"

"And you're sure it was that Caesar bastard?" Link questioned.

"You're damn right," the good-looking, heavy-set Corky assured. "I saw 
him first ... those crazy wild eyes ...!"

"Like two chunks of fire!" Leo Vincent added. "And he had the medallion 
hanging from his throat!"

"We just harassed out of there as fast as we could!" Billy White added.

For a heavy moment there was silence. They sat m the police chief's 
little office staring at the big man who seemed to be meditating behind 
his scarred desk. A filtered glow of morning sunshine feebly attempted 
to penetrate the long-unwashed window above the lawman's head, lighting 
his flushed face and red-rimmed, tired eyes enough for them to note the 
first trace of his mean half-grin.

"You didn't sneak around to see what happened, did you?" he questioned, 
looking directly at Leo Vincent's acned face.

"Are you kidding, man ...? With that goddamned wild hound there?" the 
thin teenager retorted. "Like Corky says, we haul-assed ...!"

"Then we tried to find you Chief," Billy said. "Once, we saw you but 
you were with the deputy. We figured we better let it ride 'till this 
morning."

"Well, for once you used your fucking heads, Link replied. "How far did 
you get with her?"

"We had her stripped and tied spread-eagle to the bed!" Leo Vincent 
told him, his young beady eyes lewdly narrowing as he remembered. 
"Fuck, what a sweet broad she is! Man, I've never seen anything like 
her, bare-assed and naked!"

"We'd even shed our own threads and were ready to swing!" Corky added. 
"Shit, I wanted a piece of her so bad ..."

"You wore the masks like I said?" Link interrupted, wanting to be sure.

"Right," Leo answered. "Everything was going just like you planned it, 
Chief, until that friggin' dog appeared on the scene."

"Hmmmm ..." the half-grinning lawman muttered. "I wonder what happened 
after you three hightailed it? I mean ... after the way he raped my 
niece ... I wonder?"

"You ... you mean, maybe he fucked her, Chief?" Leo softly questioned.

"Well ...? What do you think wise-boy ... did he?" Link Morgan asked, 
digging a cigar from his desk drawer, his twisted grin still prevalent. 
"It's going to be damned interesting to find out. And maybe ... just 
maybe, we accomplished what we wanted after all."

"You mean, the deputy is going to go crazy-mad if that Caesar mutt 
really fucked his wife, eh Chief?" Leo Vincent blurted, moving forward 
to the edge of his chair.

"Exactly!" the big man replied, spitting the bitten tip of his cigar 
away and striking a lucifer match! "Exactly, boy ... and that's all we 
wanted in the first place, wasn't it?"

"Right!" the thin teenager replied, proud of the way he had analyzed it 
all and reveling beneath the police chiefs grin. "But I still wish we 
could've pulled it off, I'll tell you. She was fingering herself in the 
dark when we moved in on her, that's why she didn't hear us!"

"She was what?"

"Finger fucking herself ... no shit, chief, she was!" Leo, 
enthusiastically informed. "Ask these guys; they saw her too!"

"Honest injun, Chief, she was!" Corky corroborated. "Crap we'd 've had 
a ball if it hadn't been for that fucking Caesar!"

"I never even saw or heard him slip into the room!" Leo Vincent 
exclaimed. "There I stood with my cock in my hand, already to go, when 
Corky says, "Come on, Leo, it's the fucking pack-dog, and I ...!"

"He said what?" Link snapped, jerking the cigar from his mouth and 
leaning forward with widening, infuriated eyes. "Well, what did he 
say?"

"He ... he said ... come on, Leo, it's the ..."

The big man's opened hand slapped hard against the desk top. "You 
stupid bastards, I give you masks to wear so the bitch can't see your 
faces and what do you do? Call each other by name! You goddamned 
rattleheaded shits! How many Leo's do you think there are in Crescent 
Valley ... or hadn't that occurred to you?"

The acne-faced boy turned his gaze slowly toward his teenaged cohorts, 
the realization of the big man's words suddenly dawning upon him. If 
everything went off all right, fine ... if Caesar raped her, fine ... 
or if she hadn't heard Corky call out his name, fine ... but, supposing 
she had!

Link quickly gained his feet. "You three better plan to make yourselves 
scarce for awhile ... and don't give me any goddamned back-lip! I don't 
care what you tell your folks, but you're getting out of town ...!"

"Where ... where'll we go, Chief?" Leo questioned, sensing a cold chill 
moving up his spine.

"I don't give a damn ... just go ... go up to the cave and rough it for 
a week or so ... or until we put an end to this fucking pack situation. 
There's food there, everything you'll need, including a jar of pot ... 
and don't go blowing your minds completely, you stupid jerks!"

Billy White broke into a wide grin. "Sounds crazy to me, man!"

"Me too," Corky agreed. "Anything to get away from mowing that 
goddamned lawn at home ...!"

"Never mind the comments, just get moving!" Link ordered. "The sooner 
you three are out of town, the better I'm going to feel ...!"

*  *  *

Alone, the big lawman sat irritably mulling over the fiasco of his 
carefully laid plans. He had pulled a half-emptied fifth of cheap 
bourbon from a desk drawer and was drinking it raw from the bottle. He 
needed something to give him a pick-up; he was dead-tired and not a 
frigging thing was going right. Those goddamned numbies, they'd 
probably have blown it anyway. Maybe it was just as wed the dog had 
shown up and chased them off ... Christ, he couldn't help but wonder if 
the big bastard had socked it into her. They'd said she was tied 
spread-eagle on the bed and naked as a whorehouse bitch ... Damn he'd 
liked to have seen that, himself! She was one luscious broad, all right 
... and fingering herself, they said ... sonofabitch, he was getting a 
hard on just thinking about that ...

Link took another pull at the bottle, thinking at the same time that he 
hadn't used his head by slapping Nell Carter around either. She was no 
Jean Blakely, but she'd been a good fuck and always ready ... and now 
she was gone. Hell, he'd been drunk ... couldn't even remember what the 
hell she'd said to irk him, and then, the next thing he knew he was 
cuffing hell out of her. Still, he hadn't realized that she'd packed 
her things and cleared out until yesterday morning when he'd walked 
into the kitchen and found Annie getting breakfast.

"What're you doing, taking up housekeeping?" he'd growled, his head 
throbbing and his guts churning with a hangover.

"Someone better, I think," his teenaged niece had replied. "Your 
housekeeper walked out two hours ago, bag and baggage."

"She what ...?"

"That's right, Uncle, she's flown the coop," the pretty young teenager 
had said without looking at him, moving around the kitchen in her 
nightie and wrapper with more efficiency than he'd ever dreamed she 
had. But then, why in hell not, she was sixteen, practically a grown 
woman, and a well-built one, at that. Fucked, too, he'd thought, 
standing there looking at her, even if it was by a goddamned dog. At 
least, she knew what it was all about. 

"What for, did she say ...?"

"I don't think she could with her lips all swollen up," Annie had 
sharply replied, taking toast from the toaster and buttering it. "She 
was lucky to see where she was going with those two black eyes ... must 
have ran into a door or something, eh ...?"

Link grinned to himself at the girl's quip, remembering. He tilted the 
bottle up once more and swallowed noisily several times. The little 
imp, she was something else. He knew she had no respect for Nell from 
the beginning, but she'd tolerated her. That goddamned fucking Caesar 
... taking her young cherry. He'd kill that sonofabitch yet ... but 
he'd sure like to know what happened between the wild mutt and Jean 
Blakely. Imagine, that luscious piece fingering herself ... Christ, 
he'd sure like to throw a fuck into her ... must be Blakely wasn't 
doing a very good job of it, if she had to resort to playing with 
herself.

His long, thick cock had stretched into a heavy, weighted hardness at 
the conglomeration of his thoughts, straining inside his clothing, and 
he shifted and pulled at his crotch to ease the bind. He picked up his 
cigar from the ashtray lighting it again while his liquor-roused brain 
filled with patches of thought concerning Jean Blakely nakedly finger-
fucking herself, and his dead sister's daughter moving around the 
kitchen in her nightie and wrapper. Sonofabitch, maybe both ... but at 
least one of them had been fucked by that weird mutt ...

The ring of the telephone interrupted his lewd reveries. He hesitated 
to answer it, wondering if he wanted to get involved in anything this 
morning before catching some sleep. Christ, he'd been up all night, 
making sure that Blakely didn't take a notion to go home ... It rang 
several more times before he picked it up from its cradle ...

"Police Department."

"Chief Morgan ...?" a husky feminine voice questioned.

"Yes ... "

"Lydia Newell, Chief," the voice throatily informed, though he had 
already placed it. "Are you busy?"

"Not when a pretty little girl like you calls me this early in the 
morning," he answered, feeling debonair as hell with the effects of the 
bourbon, and his swollen cock throbbing in his pants.

"Wow, that's some come-on from the law enforcement office! I recommend 
you publish the idea in the police gazette, or whatever it is you 
people use," she said, her warm voice teasing. "Little old ladies might 
just flip ... "

"That's my problem girl ... little old ladies," Link said, grinning 
into the piece.

"Hmmm, I sense the bulling male coming to the forefront ... but that 
isn't why I called you, Link," Lydia said. "Right now I'm in no mood to 
even waste words."

Link's smile faded. He sat up in his chair, dropping the cigar into the 
ashtray. This was the daughter of the most powerful man in the valley, 
and Aaron had made a point of letting him know she would call on him if 
she had problems while he, her father, was out of the country. He said: 
"What is it, Lydia?"

"Two nights in a row now, our herds have been raided. All together 
we've lost eight sheep and five dogs! Like I told Blakely, the sheep we 
can stand, but the dogs, no!"

"Has the deputy been out to the A & B?"

"Yesterday ... and he did nothing. Suggested I make a government claim 
for our losses ... but 1 don't know a damned thing about that, Link. 
Besides, what am I supposed to do, file papers every day? It's that 
goddamned Caesar and his pack ... "

"Yeah, I know, Lydia. You heard about Annie?"

"Yes ... what a horrible thing," the husky voice sympathized. "And 
there'd be more, I'm thinking, if something isn't done ... which is why 
I'm caging you. Frankly, I think our deputy sheriff is getting too 
goddamned big for his britches!"

The big police chief licked at his lips, his mind racing to analyze her 
every word. He said: "There're those of us who'll readily agree with 
that. But ... but I think you've got something in mind ... right, 
girl?"

"Maybe," she huskily replied. "But ... but I think you and I better get 
together and discuss it, Link ... not over the telephone."

"I'm with you."

"I-l know you don't see eye-to-eye with Mr. Blakely, and right now ... 
neither do I!"

"You ... you sound like you might want his ... " Link started, then cut 
himself short.

"His nuts! That's what I want, Link, and I'll tack them up on the wall 
of my bedroom!" she lewdly spat into his ear. "And I don't care what 
method I use in getting them ... understand?"

Link couldn't control his grin. "I think so," he slowly answered, 
knowing the history of their affair and how Mark's sudden, unexpected 
marriage to Jean had destroyed it. He sensed the bitter jealousy in her 
tone, along with the vengeance. Shit, she was something else, too, and 
wild as a hawk! What a fuck she'd be ... if she wasn't Aaron Newell's 
daughter ...! "How can I help you ... Baby?"

He heard her light titter of laughter. "Boy, are you some lover this 
morning," she taunted. "What's wrong, has Nell taken to separate 
bedrooms?"

He didn't bother answering the direct question. "Just trying to be of 
public service, little girl," he said, pleased with the way he was 
toying words and suggestive endearments with her, his heavy cock 
pulsating in his pants.

"Okay, if I can trust you in the same room with me," Lydia's sensuous 
voice half-whispered. "Come out to the ranch as soon as you can. I've 
an idea that might prove profitable to both of us. It's a little lurid, 
but should it work, Darling, we both can get what we want."

Again, Link licked at his thick lips. Darling, she'd said. The young 
bitch ... if she wasn't Aaron's daughter ...! "I'll be there in twenty 
minutes," he said. "And you know you can trust old Link ..."

*  *  *

Jean Blakely awakened to a typical, sunny California morning, a warm 
sensation of pleasureful gratification mellowing her curvaceous young 
body. She sighed, stretching languorously beneath the thin covering of 
the satin sheet, finally aware of her nakedness. She seldom slept in 
the complete raw, she idly thought, especially when Mark wasn't beside 
her, and he had been on duty last night, hadn't he ...?

Abruptly, Jean sat upright in the bed, the thin sheet falling to her 
slender waist, exposing the lush twin mounds of her rounded white 
breasts. My God, had she dreamed it, or had it actually happened? The 
pleasant torpor she had momentarily enjoyed immediately dissolved into 
anxious alertness as her brain was flooded with a barrage of 
frightening mental reflections! Habitually, she tossed her head then 
brushed the disheveled tresses of her long blonde hair behind her naked 
shoulders. It had to have been a nightmare ... all of it, she logically 
reasoned, swallowing at the tightness in her throat. But then, as she 
moved in the bed, she sensed the viscid wetness dampening the warm, 
smooth flesh of her vaginal lips and soft inner-thighs and quickly 
pressed the sheet back to investigate.

She both saw and felt with her exploring fingers, the still moist 
saturation of her sparse young pubic-hair and the sticky secretion 
seeping from between her legs, causing the narrow ribbon of pink 
intimate flesh to sparklingly glisten. My God ... it was true ... not a 
nightmare! It had actually happened! Caesar ... he had been there and 
... and made love to her!

Jean's brain reeled in combination shock and sensual revival as it 
began to vividly recount all that had happened, even to the three who 
had burst in on her in the darkness while she was ... was ... yes, 
fingering herself! But, had that part really happened ... had they been 
there ... tied her to the bed ...? Anxiously, she swung to the floor 
and gaped around the room! Yes ... there was her shredded nightie ... 
and the bonds they'd tied her with! Stockings, they had used ... and 
Caesar had untied them with his teeth! Oh God ... that beautiful 
animal, she breathlessly recalled, tiny sensations of loving warmth 
rippling through her naked loins and tremorous belly at the memory of 
him ...!

The rattling sound of a key in the front door-lock startled her. Mark 
... he was just coming home! Quickly, she picked up her robe from the 
boudoir chair and slipped into it, buttoning as she moved about the 
room snatching up all the telltale evidence, her confused mind racing 
along a new vein. As much as she wanted to tell him everything, she 
realized that she could not ... not even of the three who had broken 
with the intentions of raping her! How could she explain why they had 
left without doing what they'd came for? She would have to bring Caesar 
into it, and that she had no intentions of doing! Mark would never rest 
until he'd killed the great dog, which, she desperately realized, would 
be the equivalent at that unsettled moment, of destroying a part of her 
...!

"Oh, so you're already up," Mark said, filling the doorway and smiling 
tiredly at her. "I thought maybe I could sneak in and kiss you awake."

Jean managed a nervous little smile in response, taking the small 
bundle of silkish items she had gathered to a dresser-drawer and 
carelessly tucking them away. "If I'd known, I would've waited and 
pretended," she said, crossing the room to him and raising her lips to 
be kissed.

Mark did, hungrily slipping his arms around her to draw her tightly 
against him. He kissed her warmly, then raised his head several inches 
to gaze into her beautiful face. "About yesterday, Baby ... cripes, I'm 
sorry. I was so damned exhausted ... but next time it's going to be 
different, I promise you that!"

Jean stretched upward and kissed his lips, wholly conscious of his 
sincerity. Momentarily, a gentle glow of deep love filled her, 
commanding her immediate attention at the feel of his strong, hard body 
pressed against the soft yield of her own. God ... how she wished she 
could tell him everything ... but how could she ...? She placed her 
hands onto his chest and gently pressured away from him.

"You must be hungry, Darling," she said, taking his hand and moving 
into the hallway. "Come on, I'll fix us some breakfast."

"I'm starved if you want to know the truth," he replied, moving wearily 
along behind her. "Walking the streets all night isn't exactly my cup 
of tea. I don't know how the old beat-cop ever stood up under it. No 
wonder they called him 'flatfoot.'"

With a sigh, he slipped into the breakfast nook and leaned his head 
back to watch her wash her hands, then measure ground coffee into the 
percolator. Jean felt his keen eyes on her back and an uncontrollable 
tremor of guilt chilled the length of her spine. She was even hesitant 
to ask him what had happened ... if they had seen or heard the wild 
pack ... afraid she might somehow betray her wonderful animal-lover and 
the forbidden secret they shared together. She could hardly keep the 
great dog out of her mind, remembering in lucid retrospect flashes of 
the ecstasy he had brought her ...!

"Needless to say, we didn't see hide nor hair of that damned vicious 
brute," Mark commented with a yawn, his bitter reference to Caesar 
reflexively vexing lean. "We heard them, though, baying up in the 
hills, and once there was a hell of a howl right here in town, but none 
of the sentries saw anything."

"He ... he probably won't come back into Crescent Valley again," Jean 
protectively said. "Maybe he'd just take his pack elsewhere ..."

"And maybe he won't," Mark replied, rubbing at his tired eyes. "Anyway, 
we can't afford to take that chance ... not with a wild sonofabitch 
that dares attack young girls and actually rapes them ... Damn, you 
know, I still can hardly believe it! A wild animal like that actually 
making a sexual assault on a human female ..."

"He doesn't sound very much like a base animal to met!" Jean sharply 
asserted, unable to contain herself at her young husband's degrading 
remarks of the massive, loving dog, and sorry immediately after.

"Hey ... that's a crazy thing to say, Honey," Mark declared, leaning 
forward on the table of the booth to more closely observe her. "I don't 
get your meaning at all. What else would you call a wild and vicious 
brute-animal?"

Panicky, Jean sought for an answer, berating her own impulsive 
stupidity. As one lie begets another, so might one indiscreet 
statement, she realized, as she said: "Did it ever occur to you that 
maybe he was seduced into doing what he did?"

For a long moment, Mark didn't speak ... couldn't. He merely sat 
staring at his young, ravishing blonde wife, while she busied herself 
with frying-pan, eggs and the like at the stove, not so much as tossing 
him a single glance to accompany her absurd question.

"C-Christ, Jean ... did I hear you right?" he managed, swinging his 
feet around until they stuck out from the booth where he sat, almost 
reaching to the center of the small room. "You really couldn't mean 
that ... little Annie Purcell actually seducing the wild bastard?"

"Well, why not?" Jean snapped, caught up in this malicious web of her 
own making, and further enraged by her husband's spurious terms for 
Caesar. She sensed her blue eyes smoldering as she glared at him. "To 
me, that's far more feasible than Caesar's attacking her! She's a 
wilderness girl, isn't she ... a huntress and all of that? What's so 
impossible about her somehow seducing him? Women have done it before 
with dogs and donkeys, and God knows what-not! Well ... haven't they 
...?"

Suddenly, more fascinated than shocked, Mark continued to stare at his 
lovely wife, the full realization of her words weirdly adding up to 
him. Christ, was it possible? Like she said, it made a hell of a lot 
more sense than the goddamned beast raping her! She could have ripped 
her own clothing to shreds, and that certainly sounded more in keeping 
than the other way round! But ... but how could she get next to that 
damned wild monster ... and would she dare try ...? What the hell ...!

"Baby ... I think maybe you've just opened a new can of worms ... one 
nobody but another woman would ever think of!" Mark said, getting to 
his feet to pace meditatingly around their small kitchen. "In fact, 
maybe you've just hit the nail smack on the head ... though I can't see 
why she would cry rape, unless she was looking to gain some warped 
notoriety ... you know ... like the Salem witch trials ..."

"Well ... I'm not all that certain Mark," Jean interrupted him, 
swallowing tightly as she realized the possible damage she could be 
doing to an innocent young girl's reputation. "I-I merely meant to 
imply that Caesar may not be as bad as he's painted ..." She paused 
there, almost hearing her husband's eyes as they clicked to fasten on 
her. God, why didn't she shut up ...?

"Hey ... what is this with you ... referring to this crazy vicious wild 
dog as 'him' and 'he' rather than 'it' ... calling it Caesar ...? Have 
you been listening to Granny Obert again? Have you, Jean?"

"How do you want your eggs?"

"Never mind that, answer my question, Baby," he said, going to her and 
taking her gently by the shoulders, forcing her to face him. "Have you 
...?"

Jean dropped her eyes with an intentional 'naughty-girl' reaction, her 
protective brain racing, aware that he had provided the out for her. 
She sighed.

"Yes," she finally replied. "Yesterday morning ... I wanted to know 
more about the stories ... the myths, as you say ..."

"And what do you say, Darling?" he partially smiled, his eyes searching 
hers.

She made a tiny nod, as if reluctant to do so, but knowing it was the 
surest way of escaping the situation she had been sinking deeper and 
deeper into ... as well as protecting their unacceptable relationship 
of hours before.

"Myths, right?" he insisted.

"Oh Mark ... I don't know ... I guess so," Jean answered him, but still 
unwilling to readily deny her wonderful animal-lover. "I don't know, 
anymore than I'm capable of accusing Annie Purcell of such a thing ..."

"Don't let the Annie idea bother you, Baby," he assured, letting go of 
her and going back toward the booth. "Whether you're right or wrong 
there, none of us will ever know. I certainly wouldn't make the issue 
of it. What could it prove one way or the other? Only a nasty piece of 
circumstances for Annie, and no one wants that. Besides, it wouldn't 
change a damned thing, the pack has to be destroyed either way ..."

Jean started to speak but the ringing telephone stopped her. She made a 
motion toward laying down the spatula to answer it, but Mark was 
enroute.

"I'll get it," he sighed. "It's undoubtedly for me ... probably one of 
the ranchers wanting to know what the hell I'm going to do about the 
sheep he lost last night ..."

Jean held up on cracking the eggs into the pan. The coffee was ready 
and she poured herself a cup, noticing the trembling of her hand. A 
cold sensation of illicit sensations shivered through her. For the 
first time in her life, she realized, she had blindly been ready to 
sacrifice ... to hurt another person's reputation in the protection of 
her own ... and a lover's! Dear God, this must be what an adulterous 
woman felt ...!

"Hey Steve, you old hack!" Mark's jubilant voice severed her thoughts. 
She moved toward the doorway, holding her coffee cup to listen, a 
pleasant recognition drawing a smile. "How's Carol?" she heard him ask 
as he dropped onto the arm of the overstuffed chair. "Wait a minute 
..." he said, then to her in the doorway: "It's Steve Foster! Yeah, 
Steve, I had to tell Jeannie who was piping me this early in the 
morning from the big town ... Yeah, that's right. What's up, anyway? 
... Well, that's the way it looks, Steve ... and there's a reliable 
doctor's report to substantiate it. But where did you pick it up? I 
didn't know it was national news ... Well, thanks for that, anyway! If 
this got an Associated United Press headlines we'd be snowed with 
reporters, and that we don't need right now ... Yeah, still running 
wild and furious, but no more girls ..." Mark laughed. "I can imagine 
with that lurid rag you represent ... Listen, why don't you come up? 
Bring Carol with you. You guys can stay with us. Jean needs someone 
like Carol right now ... Oh, anytime ... tomorrow if you can make it! 
Good ... just as soon as you can, then ... Right we'll be looking for 
you, buddy ... right, 'till you get here ... Bye."

He cradled the phone, stood and wasted toward her, a pleased smile 
lightning his handsome face. "Good old Steve," he said, reaching out to 
slip an arm around her waist and walk her back toward the stove. "Some 
guy up here from L.A. on a fishing trip told him about the pack and 
Annie Purcell's rape. So that expose magazine he works for is ready to 
send him up. He and Carol will be here in a day or so to spend some 
time with us. Sound good?"

"Great," Jean smilingly replied. "Lord, it seems as if we haven't seen 
them in years, instead of months."

"It does at that, Baby," Mark said, dropping heavily into the booth 
once more. "Maybe that's what we both need ... old friends to put our 
minds straight, eh?"

Jean continued to smile toward him, an excited sensation of warmth 
abruptly filling her at the thought of Carol ... of Steve coming. She 
crossed to the booth and bent down, cupping his face in her hands to 
kiss.

"How would you like your eggs, master?" she whispered, the first plans 
of a wonderful, indulgent evening with this man, her husband, before 
their guests arrived, trickling through her mind. 

"Burned."

"Sunnyside or flipped?"

"However you burn them best, Baby," he teased, slipping a hand inside 
her robe to cup the full resilience of one hanging breast.

"You devil!" she hissed. "Don't you want to eat?"

"What else do you think I'm searching for?" he managed, his big hand 
gently caressing the rounded, soft mound, erotically taunting its tiny 
nipple.

Jean gasped to his warm fondling touch, further delights building in 
her mind. "Tonight," she softly suggested. "A beautiful evening 
together ... and you manage that mister deputy sheriff ... an evening 
of love with your wife?"

Mark couldn't restrain his harsh breathing. He grabbed her and kissed 
her. "Like all the Caesars in the world couldn't stop me, Baby!" he 
vowed, his big hands caressing the smooth skin of her pretty face.

"And your eggs, Darling ...?"

"Lay them! Lay them and I'll eat 'em raw ...!"



Chapter 7


At school Annie Purcell's classmates had begun to look at her as if she 
were some sort of freak. Sympathy had quickly given way to coarse 
mutterings and lurid stares, shocking the pretty teenager at first, but 
not for long. Several times she caught so-called girl friends gaping 
disparagingly at her, while boys ogled after her with snickering little 
laughs, vulgar whisperings passing amongst them. What was it Birt 
Smith, a boy who had been trying to date her for months, had said: "Oh, 
to be a dog ...!"

It amazed Annie that she was being veritably ostracized, yet 
simultaneously, it fascinated her in the realization that she welcomed 
her banishment from their junior league! Since her incredible sexual 
ravishment by the mind-shattering Caesar, nothing had been the same for 
her. She was no longer that child-like teenager the powerful dog had 
chosen to assault and rape, and well did she know it. Once the 
traumatic effects had passed, she'd been left with only the acute 
awareness of mental and physical changes, especially within the 
intimate female of her young, awakened body. Constantly, she relived 
every vivid moment of his fierce ravishment, and the uncontrollable 
manner in which she had finally given herself to him in wild, abandoned 
passion!

More than just the natural secrets of life had flowered open to her 
that unbelievable night, the chestnut-haired young teenager realized. 
The bursting, impalement of his huge, hard animal-penis slithering up 
into the virginal core of her naked young loins had kindled a ravenous, 
burning hunger and left it smoldering there in her craving belly, 
ending her adolescent stage forever!

She thought of that now as she sat on the couch with one shapely white 
leg folded beneath her, staring idly at the TV and sipping on one of 
her uncle's beers. She would never have cried rape either, she 
remembered, if Fred Clark hadn't happened along when she was trying to 
stumble home completely naked. God, what else could she say but the 
truth? Again, she drank lightly from the bottle and smiled to herself, 
thinking of the way the old geezer had lecherously gaped at her, then 
tried to put his arms around her and fondle her young curves as if to 
comfort her.

Sex, the delicious ingredient that made life worth living for the young 
and old alike, she mused, delighted with the pleasant feelings filling 
her. The beer had added to them and Uncle Link didn't mind her 
snitching one now and then as long as she didn't overdo it, though she 
couldn't help but wonder how he'd feel about the marijuana joint she 
had just smoked. He shouldn't really mind that either, seeing that he 
was Crescent Valley's sole supplier ... another fact she'd forced 
herself to face these past two days.

She keenly surveyed the thinning cloud of sweet-smelling, bluish smoke, 
her vision seemingly accentuated as she watched it curling outward 
through the screens of the window and opened front-door. It was a 
comparatively new experience for her, only the last two days, and 
simple enough to come by at school. Leo Vincent had hesitated to sell 
it to her because of Uncle Link, but once she'd resorted to a bit of 
seductive charm, the pimply-faced character had been ready to do a Sir 
Walter Raleigh for her. God, just the sight of him nauseated her ... 
but she'd gotten what she wanted, and that was the way of this world, 
wasn't it?

What was that saying ... "A dog eat dog existence?" Appropriate, to say 
the least, she tittered to herself, stretching out her naked, shapely 
white legs before her, their small feet raised from the floor with 
barefooted toes curling back toward her. She felt the tautening muscles 
and cords in her firm, rounded thighs tingling excitingly in their 
agitating strain of her loins and smooth little belly. A tiny tremor 
rippled upward to trace along her spine, suggestively inspiring lustful 
thoughts and anemones.

God, she thought, if only there was some way she could entice him back 
once more ... at least, once more! The crazy-wild sensations he'd sent 
screaming through her! And when she'd cum with his great animal cock up 
inside her pussy ... oh wow! Her finger was nothing in comparison! She 
couldn't help but wonder if a boy, or man could make her cum like that! 
It was as if she'd exploded inside, she graphically remembered! The 
very earth had trembled! Was it like that with the man you fell in love 
with ... or any man, at all ...?

She brushed her small hand over the snug, sleeve-like leg of her 
knitted hot-pants, noting the way they provocatively clung to the 
outline of her full white thighs and sensuous little hump of her 
vaginal lips. Even with panties, she heatedly discerned, they clung 
there, visually emphasizing the puffy crease between her legs. Now, 
what sharp little male mind could have devised these teasers ... or had 
it been a female ... a lesbian perhaps, she thought, intrigued with her 
own new sensually awakened world? God, how could girls give themselves 
to other girls when there were boys ... men ... dogs, such as Caesar?

God, she was hot again! Again ...? Still, was more like it ... and 
there came Uncle Link's car swinging into the driveway ... the end of a 
perfect Saturday morning. Nell was gone, and there was housework to be 
done. She should fix him some lunch. He must be tired after all night 
... and his bleached, ex-bed-partner had hightailed it, a move Annie 
couldn't blame her for after seeing her face.

Oddly enough, she didn't seem to mind the older woman's leaving. In 
fact, she was pleased that she was gone. Neither of them needed her ... 
not anymore. Before ... B.C ... before Caesar, Annie mused, smiling to 
herself at her clever parallel, she'd felt the want of the woman's 
presence as some sort of fortifying buffer against her uncle's 
overwhelming maleness. But not any longer. A new and intriguing world 
had been opened to her ... and she was capable of looking after herself 
now, as well as Uncle Link ...!

*  *  *

Link Morgan partially staggered into the kitchen of his frame-house on 
Cypress Street shortly after noon. In his gruff mind he was well aware 
of his drunkeness, as well as the dull, throbbing ache at his heavy 
loins. Lydia Newell, the young bitch, had done nothing but add to the 
latter. She was some sort of cock-tease all right, he reflected, 
jerking open the refrigerator door to search for a beer. He preferred 
liquor, but knew he didn't have a drop in the house. A stubby brown 
bottle, capped and cold, caught his eye and he extracted it.

The little cunt ... if only she wasn't Newell's daughter! He'd have 
fucked her for sure ... sitting there in her daddy's chair with her 
legs teasingly spread and no panties ... nothing but black-haired young 
cunt nakedly winking at him! She knew ... she knew all right, the 
little bitch ... with her tight young pussy glaring at him ... knowing 
he dare not make that mistake! Christ, his cock felt like a swollen 
lead-hammer! The little pricktease ... but she had an idea, didn't she 
... and she wanted Mark Blakely's balls ... that was something ... if 
they could pull it off ...! The kitchen door swung toward him and his 
niece, Annie, entered carrying an empty plate and beer-bottle. Link 
stared at her in the tightly clinging hot-pants, their patterned black 
brevity revealing the beginning swell of curved white flesh to her 
smooth young buttocks when she crossed in front of him. His eyes jerked 
upward to the wispy little halter that was barely containing her firm, 
full breasts, and she smiled at him, tossing her chestnut-hair back, 
the movement causing the youthful, ripe mounds to gently ripple.

"Hi, Uncle Link ... I saw you drive in," she said, placing the dish and 
bottle in the sink. "Hope you don't mind my drinking one of your 
beers?"

"O-One now and then won't hurt you," he said, with thickened tongue.

"Are you hungry? Can I get you some lunch ... or breakfast?"

He stared at the tempting white columns of her teenaged legs, their 
full roundness of thigh, the satin-like, tapering shapliness of their 
youth as they swept downward curvaceously into slender ankles. She was 
barefooted, her toes glinting with pearlish nail-polish. His red-rimmed 
eyes razed back upward over her, hungrily dwelling on the curved arch 
of her ovalled young buttocks inside their skin-tight, contrasting hot 
pants, and the way they nuzzled tightly into the crotch below her flat 
teenaged belly. The big man swallowed drily, his eyes gaping at the 
naked smooth flesh whitely separating the two black garments, and again 
as they raised to the lushness of her thrusting, girlish breasts, their 
tiny pebble-like nipples embossed against the flimsy material hiding 
them from him ...!

"Can ... can I get you something, Uncle Link?" Annie repeated, her 
voice momentarily catching.

The big man licked at his lips, then grinned at her. "You can open this 
beer, Baby," he said, and then when she came close enough, he reached 
out to encircle his powerful arm around her slender waist.

A little gasp of surprise escaped Annie as he effortlessly snuggled her 
against him, his great shock of white hair and unshaven face roughly 
grazing the soft flesh of her left arm, while his big hand spread hotly 
across her naked midriff. "You're a sweet little girl, Baby," he 
hissed, "a ... a sweet little girl to your Uncle Link ..."

"I-I try to be," she heard herself say, hardly aware that she was even 
speaking. The feel of his male closeness and his hot, rough hand on her 
sensitive exposed skin flashing an unexpected sensation to her brain. 
It ... it had to be the pot and beer, she reasoned, forcing a little 
laugh. "Better let me go if you want this beer opened ..."

"To hell with that!" he choked, taking it from her and setting it on 
the table? "I don't need it as much as I need you, baby girl! Yeah ... 
old Uncle Link needs you bad right now, Annie doll ... and you know 
what I mean, don't you? You've had it ... Caesar, I mean, the goddamned 
dog! I ... I won't hurt you as much as he did, Baby! I swear it ... I 
won't hurt you at all!"

Annie sensed every muscle in her tender young body grow tense! It ... 
it had finally happened ... the very dreaded moment she'd feared so 
long, yet chose to ignore! Nell Carter's presence had given her a 
feeling of safety ... but Nell was gone! She had nothing but her own 
ingenuity ... and that was little short of a drug-weakened joke!

"Pl-Please, Uncle Link ... let me open your beer ...?"

"Piss on the beer, little girl!" he vulgarly replied, holding tightly 
to her as he stumbled onto his feet, then swept her up bodily inside 
his strong arms. Her naked legs futilely kicked when he clutched one 
rounded young breast inside the palm and grasping fingers of his huge 
hand, the other wrapping around the smooth flesh of her thigh until one 
long, thick finger brushed at the outlined little slit her snug hot-
pants emphasized between her legs. "After six years, I deserve more 
than that, Annie baby ... more than that!" He started to walk with her, 
moving through the house toward his bedroom, she wildly realized, as 
she squirmed and flailed helplessly inside the tight grip of his 
powerful arms and hands. "It ain't as if you've never been fucked 
before, girl!" he drunkenly blurted, his voice anything but harsh. "I 
ain't going to hurt you, Baby, I promise ...!"

"Oh God no ... please, Uncle Link ... please?" Annie begged, his use of 
the four-letter work sensually knifing up between her legs with a 
strange fiery excitement. She had never heard it used before with such 
definite meaning ... in fact, she wasn't certain she'd ever heard it 
actually spoken ...! "Please ... please don't ... my God, think of Mama 
...!"

Link threw her onto his bed and glared drunkenly down at her. "You 
little bitch! Damnit, don't ever say anything like that to me again, 
you hear?" he snarled. "Don't ever mention your mama! This is between 
you and me! Goddamn, Annie girl ... I need you! Your Uncle Link needs 
you right now! I ain't going to hurt you, I said! You got to trust me 
... and I promise, I'll make it good for you ... real good! You got to 
trust me, Baby! You understand ... do you? Well, do you ...?"

"Oh ... oh, Uncle Link ... I'm afraid! We shouldn't ... you know we 
shouldn't!" Annie gasped, an uncontrollable tremor of excitement 
quaking her voice as she began to cry, tears dampening her teenaged 
cheeks.

Link dropped down beside her, hungrily clutching her youthful curves 
tightly against him. He smothered her with his massive body, kissing 
her face and throat while he raked his huge hands over her, lustfully 
discovering the firm young curves of her ripe, teenaged body as she 
began to whimper and moan beneath him. "Christ!" he swore, as suddenly 
she groaned aloud and seemed to melt up against him, her small hands 
clutching at his back, her tiny, sweet-tasting tongue darting into his 
mouth!

His own coarsely groaning sounds filled the room as hungrily, he sucked 
at her little-girl tongue while his fumbling big hands began to pull at 
the brief pieces of clothing covering her.

"No! No wait ... don't tear them!" Annie managed, withdrawing her 
tongue and pressing her hands against his chest. "I-If you're really 
going to do it to me ... let me take them off! They're the only hot-
pants I've got."

"Jesus Christ!" Link choked, finally rolling off of her, the fearful 
little smile she was offering him about to drive him ape! Then, when 
she was free to get up, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips 
first, abruptly hopping from the bed like an imp ... but a more 
ravishing imp ... than he'd always thought of her as being. "Listen, my 
little girl ... I'll buy all the goddamned hot-pants, or anything else 
you can come up with! You hear me, Baby? You do this for your Uncle 
Link, empty his balls good, and he'll take care of you! Anything you 
want, just ask ... that's all ...!"

Annie stood beside the bed looking down at him, the excited, frightened 
smile on her pretty young face unrestrainably founded on the wildly 
growing sexual sensations permeating her whole trembling young body. It 
had to be the pot and beer, she realized, that on top of the sensual 
awakening that the dog Caesar, had unleashed within her! She wanted to 
know ... had to know ... and yes, she owed him something ... even this, 
she defensively acquiesced, reaching up behind her back to remove her 
halter.

"You better take those clothes off now," she whisperingly suggested, as 
she slowly removed the halter to expose her young, full breasts to him. 
"You might not get another chance ... and then, you'll miss the boat."

"Christ ... I'll be a ... goddamn!" Link mumbled, his eyes faxed on the 
tantalizingly revealed charms of his own niece as she slowly, 
deliberately, he drunkenly reasoned, slipped out of the tiny halter, 
the full, rounded mounds of her thrusting young breasts presented 
nakedly to him. He struggled from the bed, never taking his eyes away 
from her as he pulled at his clothing! He still couldn't believe it, 
that he was getting her to strip down naked without a screaming 
struggle ... and all the time, she'd been right there at his 
fingertips!

Fuck, he was going to flip, all right he concluded as he watched her 
wriggle out of her flimsy hot-pants and tiny nylon panties, his 
blurred-eyes struggling to focus on the voluptuous curves of her naked 
teenaged body, plus the anxious little smile she was unintentionally 
taunting him with.

"Well come on, Uncle!" Annie tremulously urged, squirming her nakedness 
down onto the bed and refusing to acknowledge any of the condemning 
thoughts that were trying to reach her now desire-inflamed mind. She 
wanted to know ... had to know if it could be the same! Feverish 
ripples of lewdly rising desire tormented her. She stretched out 
nakedly on the bed to stare at him shedding his clothes, focusing her 
young eyes on the final unveiling of his hair-covered loins and gasping 
hesitantly at the sight!

Dear God! He was massive! His ... his cock ... it must be as big as 
Caesar's! She gaped at it, cringing reflexively at its huge length and 
thickness! She couldn't take her eyes from the obscene spectacle! His 
heavy balls hung between his legs like some monster, waggling as he 
moved nakedly toward the bed to her!

"Don't hurt me ... please don't hurt me, Uncle Link!" she whimpered as 
he lowered his solid weight down beside her, causing the bed to sag and 
forcing her to slide against the hot, hairy hardness of his muscular 
body. "Oh ... please?"

Link took her inside his powerful arms, his breathing coming raspingly 
from his lungs at the sensorial delight of her tender, yielding 
nakedness trembling hotly against him, her last pleas unheard. Instead, 
he smashed his thick tongue between her girlish lips into her warm 
mouth, his one huge hand raking over the soft, resilient mounds of her 
young breasts. Greedily, they clutched and kneaded, rolling and 
pinching their tiny, hardened nipples, raising little gasps to escape 
her around his thrusting tongue.

Annie moaned helplessly within the imprisonment of his confining arms. 
His hot, thick tongue bursting into her mouth, the feel of his long, 
throbbing penis and hairy loins pressuring against the soft flesh of 
her hips and thigh; then the eager, unrestrained caresses of his big 
hand on her sensitive teenaged breasts, immediately fired new quickly 
growing sensations of heated passion to race up between her legs. His 
coarse hand began grazing down her ribs and side, across her quaking 
belly, finally reaching the moistened intimacy of her vibrantly flushed 
vaginal crevice. She tensed, erotically quivering against him as he 
toyed momentarily in the sparse, silken pubic curls between her legs, 
then gently with one finger, traced the length of her tightly clenched 
pussy lips. Downward and back up, his thick finger brushed, gradually 
easing into the wet, sensitive inner-flesh until it reached her tiny, 
erect clitoris! He flicked it with the tip of his middle finger and she 
gasped up into his mouth! He pinched the erect bud and she repeated her 
shivering gasp! He ran his finger back down through the tingling, 
liquid flesh to the small opening of her vaginal channel, and while his 
tongue began to orally fuck into her mouth, he slipped his long, thick 
middle finger up into the moistened sheath of her excited cuntal 
passage!

"Oooohhh ... ohhhhh Uncleee ...!" Annie chokingly moaned around his 
plunging tongue.

God! It was ... it was going to be everything she had hoped for! His 
wonderful hand was setting her right off into space! She couldn't even 
imagine a moral sense of right or wrong! Ooooohhhh ... it was super ... 
super, she wildly thought as his long, slowly working middle finger 
began to smoothly slip in and out of her wet, dilated cunt-channel, a 
new wave of passionate excitement rippling over her naked, teenaged 
flesh.

Abruptly, his pleasure-bringing finger was easing out of her and he 
began to move bodily downward away from her. "Oh please, Uncle Link ... 
don't stop now?" Annie disappointedly pleaded.

"Stop ...?" he rasped. "Christ, Baby, I'm just beginning!"

He moved back up over her, a lustful animalish grunt escaping him as he 
began to kiss her young face and throat, shoulders and breasts. 
Hungrily, he squeezed the full supple mounds to cone-shaped points, 
ravenously sucking their hardened little nipples into his mouth. While 
she groaned incessantly, he again moved down over her, burying his face 
in the soft, easily giving flesh of her smooth young belly. His wet 
tongue laved hotly into her tiny navel, sweeping hotly over the satin-
like surrounding flesh! And then, he was lying down between her full, 
quavering thighs that he had spread wide apart for himself! He lay flat 
on his stomach, his mouth only inches above her tight, pink vaginal 
crevice. He gaped up between her erectly throbbing breasts to see her 
intensively excited young face looking down at him.

"Oh, Uncle Link ... L-lick me there!" she breathlessly moaned. "Please 
... please lick it for me ...!"

Christ, the big lawman thought, his lust-fired brain lecherously 
reeling at her low guttural pleadings. Shit, he couldn't believe it, 
his own little niece begging him to eat her cunt ... not that he 
wouldn't whether she consented or not, but it was her wanting his 
tongue down between her thighs so bad that made his swollen cock throb 
so achingly beneath him! He ground its long, thick hardness into the 
give of the mattress and dropped his eyes once more to the intoxicating 
feast she presented to him. He gaped down at the delicious sight of her 
youthful loins between her open white thighs so vulnerably exposed to 
his every whim. The pink dewy flesh of her partially hidden pussy-
crevice beneath the wispy soft pubic curls sent a salacious shiver 
charging up his broad back. He noted where the tight, narrow split 
started from the base of her flat young belly, slicing erotically 
downward between her full, rounded thighs to the firm ovals of her 
white buttocks, the smooth, lush mounds slightly raised and sensuously 
rotating now, just inches below his hot mouth.

Tense and trembling in her drug-whetted desire, Annie felt the coarse 
palms of his big hands pressing heatedly against her inner thighs, 
spreading them even wider apart. Her breathing came raspingly from her 
chest as she waited in burning anticipation ... and then it happened!

"Ohhhhh ... Uncle ...!" she lurched and groaned as his hot, wet lips 
closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her hungrily 
quivering belly. She sensed his damp, taunting kisses along the hair-
lined crevice of her electrified cunt ... gentle, feverish kisses ... 
until his searing tongue parted her wispy young pubic hair and began to 
flick snakelike at the sensitively flushed vaginal opening!

Every muscle in Annie's voluptuous, teenaged body uncontrollably 
reacted to the lustfully inciting licking of her opened cunt lips, 
while choking moans of delight gurgled passionately up from the depths 
of her throat. Intense shocks of sensual flame were wildly setting her 
whole young body aglow. Consciously, then, she smoothed her small hands 
over the ripe mounds of her palpitating breasts, stroking downward over 
the smooth skin of her belly, finally bringing them to rest on either 
side of her feverishly sucking cunt-lips.

She could hear her uncle's panting gasps and feel his hot breath 
against her silken pussy-hair. Slowly and deliberately, she spread the 
fleshy, hair-lined cunt lips open to him with slender fingers, her soft 
hands grazing his cheeks as he groaned and drew his hot, moistened 
tongue up through the exposed, sensitive pink flesh.

Link Morgan's lecherous brain reveled in its lust. He raised his head 
and gaped down at the ragged, pink-edged lips his young niece held open 
for him, its wet, jeweled delicacy completely exposed to the ravenous 
gleam of his incestuous eyes. Avidly, he absorbed the loin-throbbing 
sight, noting particularly that the single sign of her virginity was 
gone and remembering why. Hot spasms of satyrical desire convulsed 
through him and again, he ground his aching cock feverishly into the 
bedding beneath him.

Goddamn!" he hoarsely cursed.

"Oh please, Uncle Link ... don't stop ... do it for me? I-It feels so 
wonderful! Please ... lick it ... lick it for me with your tongue?" he 
heard his impassioned niece beg in a quivering whisper.

Christ, he didn't know whether he could stand it or not! He might wind 
up with a goddamned heart attack! He stared at her finger spread little 
pussy crevice glistening moistly with its viscid wetness of arousal 
that he had unleashed inside her. Her tight little cunt mouth was 
actually twitching as she squirmed her luscious, youthful loins up 
teasingly at his face as he drank in its soft, fleece lined smoothness! 
Then suddenly, he dropped his head, plunging the full length of his 
hot, lecherous tongue deep up into the clutching warm depths of her 
seething young vaginal passage! 

Gasping and writhing, Annie moaned out her sensual elation. "Oooohhh 
Goddddd! Y-Yess ... yessss! Do it to me! Lick it, Uncle Link! Oooohhhh 
... it feels so good ... so goodddd!"

Link felt her small hands clutch at his head, her fingers wound tightly 
in his hair; she groaned and whimpered, forcefully pulling his face 
into the opened raw flesh of her young, excited cunt. He sensed the 
toss of her head flailing back and forth as he speared up into the hot, 
liquid depths of her now ravenously sucking passage. She ground her 
rounded, curvaceous young hips downward uncontrollably, her buttocks 
digging into the softness of the mattress, squirming wildly as little 
animal-like mewlings burst from between her clenched, white teeth. 
Then, she raised her eager, naked genitals up to him, pressing his face 
into the thin wet, vertical mouth up between her open thighs, its 
seething vaginal walls opening and closing in a voracious swallowing of 
his rhythmically thrusting tongue, pulling at it in a greedy starving-
like manner that he could hardly believe!

Fuck, he was going to crack up sure as hell! Never in his life had he 
ever imagined anything to equal this ... or the aching throb of his 
iron-hard cock! Lydia Newell, that deputy sheriff Blakely's wife, none 
of their smooth cunts, he bet, could match the little girl tightness of 
her hot, wriggling little hole! His own baby Annie ... a fire-filled 
young hot box ... Christ, had the goddamned dog done this to her? Well 
... if it had, more power to the sonofabitch! He'd awakened for old 
Uncle Link that luscious little hole up between her legs that he would 
never give up! And to think this was only the beginning! He couldn't 
help but imagine all the things he was going to do to her! He'd teach 
her to suck his cock ... if she didn't already know, and he'd fuck her 
up inside her beautiful, rounded young asshole! She'd sleep with him 
from now on, and he'd buy her little things to keep her happy!

He raised his eyes to drunkenly fix on her lust-contorted young face, 
her head still flailing slowly at a set, rhythmic pace as her fingers 
clutched tighter in his hair. Christ, she couldn't wait, she was trying 
to force his mouth tighter to the small, ovalled entrance of her pussy. 
His big hands moved upward over the smooth, white flatness of her belly 
to the rounded, firm mounds of her swollen, teenaged breasts. Harshly 
they cupped the fleshy resilience, his fingers teasingly rolling their 
tiny hardened nipples between them, as he glued his ovalled lips to the 
intricate, passion-drenched little hole and burningly curled his thick, 
hot tongue up into her!

She half-wailed, at the same time caressing his cheeks with her tiny 
hands flitting from his hair to his face and back, her young brain 
ready to burst in its ecstasy! Suddenly, she felt his hands under the 
backs of her knees and he was lifting her legs, forcing them up and 
back until her knees flattened her fire-filled, young breasts. His 
rough fingers pressed behind them, lifting her now completely 
vulnerable loins to his hungrily swirling tongue and mouth! It was then 
that she felt the warm wet contact of the hotly searing tip of it flick 
against her tightly puckered little anus, licking and probing at the 
sensitive opening to send unbelievable sensations of crazed, insane 
desire soaring through her trembling, young body!

Oh God, she was going mad! Even Caesar, as beautiful as he'd been, had 
not probed the depths that another human could ... or had he? God, at 
that moment, she didn't know! How could she compare? She had to have 
her Uncle's cock inside her! Maybe then she'd know ... with that long, 
thick length of hardness filling her belly as Caesar's had!

"Oh ... oh Uncle Link ... now ... please ... please do it ... climb up 
between my legs and put it into me," she heard herself beg. "Now ... 
right now ...

The desire-crazed police chief raised his head and stared up at her 
young, closed-eyed face. "What?" he questioned in a choking voice. 
"What is it you want, Baby? Speak up! Tell your Uncle Link exactly so 
he'll know how to please you! Tell him, Baby ... tell him!"

"Oh ... fuck me, Uncle Link! Fuck me with your big cock!" Annie lewdly 
gasped, wanting to say it and knowing that was what he wanted to hear! 
"Yes ... oh God ... now! Fuck me with your beautiful big cock!"

He didn't hesitate. She heard him grunt like an animal as he moved 
upward over her, his knees pressing against her inner thighs and 
spreading them wider apart. And then, he hung above her with posted 
arms, cradled between her spread legs, his long, thick cock hanging 
down not an inch from her hungrily throbbing young pussy-mouth.

"Reach down and put it in!" he ordered, his breath washing hotly over 
her. "Come on, do it! Take my cock and put it in your pussy!"

She mewled like a small kitten as her hands reached down to grasp it; 
then, Link sensed the quickening of her breathing as her hot, little 
fingers curled around it.

"O-Oh ... Uncle Link ... it's huge ... bigger than his ... Caesar's, I 
think! I-I'm not sure that I can ...! I'm not that big, Uncle Link!"

Link didn't wait for her to dwell on the subject. He was too filled 
with his own lust to toy with words. Instead, he bent to kiss her, and 
at the same time, grasped the length of his cock to tease the tip with 
up and down motions in the viscid hot flesh, until he was satisfied 
that her pubic hair was spread and its huge bulbous head was implanted 
slightly in the tight oval of her small cuntal mouth.

"It might hurt a bit at first, Baby, but you just hang-tight! Dig your 
fingernails into Uncle Link ... anything ... and then it'll be fucking 
good!" he lewdly advised, his use of the forbidden word again inspiring 
wild sensations inside her.

Had he moved slowly, pressured gently at first into the tight, young 
split between her legs, there might have been time for her to know the 
split-second agony of his stretching entry, but he didn't. The big, 
drunken man was too overwhelmed with the raging want of his fired-up 
sexual need! He had to bury his huge cock inside her young, teenaged 
belly, smother it in the hot, slippery little hop that had left a 
fresh, sweet-tasting nectar on his lecherous tongue.

"N-Not too fast, Uncle ... please!" she started, her voice increasing 
into a rising wail as he sent the huge, hot length worming into her 
with a gushing charge. "Oh ... ooohhh!" she cried out helplessly 
beneath him, gouging her nails into the solid flesh of his arms with 
the pain as his massive hardness soared deeply up into her tight young 
belly! "Oh God ...! Y-You've ripped me ... you have! You have!"

Link knew different! He laughed because he knew, not meaning to be 
cruel, but only because he was aware that her tight young cunt would 
stretch twice as much before it shed a single drop of protesting blood! 
And as well was he conscious of the fact that she'd shortly be going 
crazy beneath his long, thickly plunging cock. In the end, they were 
all alike, young and older ... omnivorous, insatiable cunts designed 
solely to devour up and suck dry the cocks of man!

Had she been able to, Annie would have fought him, squirmed away or 
spewed the massive length of his long, heavy rod of hardness from her 
agonized, cock stuffed pussy-hole, but there was absolutely no respite! 
She was totally defenseless beneath him, her flailing legs widespread, 
the tight young core of her loins penetrated to the fullest with his 
great, throbbing penis. Tears streamed down her cheeks with the 
expanding pain between her legs as she realized that nothing she could 
say would stop him! More animalish than Caesar, he began to fuck in and 
out of her, still resting above on his pillar-like arms, his massive 
loins working lewdly to send his huge, impaling cock deep up into the 
inhumanely stretched channel of her open young cunt.

She felt his massive, sperm-filled balls smacking flatly up between the 
wide-spread cheeks of her buttocks, beating down against her tiny naked 
anus with lewd, rhythmic strokes that seemed to instigate incredible 
sensations of masochistic delight up her spine. Oh God ... she'd hate 
him as long as she lived! The evil, wicked bastard! He wouldn't hurt 
her ... he had promised he wouldn't ... he'd promised ...! And now, one 
big hand was churning the sensitive, soft flesh of her firm right 
breast as if it were a handful of marshmallows! Squeezing and kneading 
it brutally ... twisting its tiny nipple and sending ... raging lewdly 
charged excitement roaring through her wide split loins! Oh God ... his 
cock ... his painfully beautiful cock! It was reaming and smashing in a 
maddening cadence in and out of her cunt, suddenly kindling a fire of 
friction that could only ignite and explode into overwhelming flame 
before it was finished!

"Oooohh ... oh Uncle ... God yes ...! Fuck it! Fuck me! Give it to me, 
Darling!" she groaned and cried in young wanton lewdness, beginning to 
lift her cock impaled vagina up higher to meet his lengthy, thick 
hardness, its blood-inflated head gouging into her hot young belly with 
breathless pain-pleasure! 

Ohhh God, she blindly reasoned, her whole body was coming alive to the 
brutal fucking he was giving her! Her own uncle ... Uncle Link, fucking 
her hot cunt ... playing and taunting her tits ... Licking her pussy! 
Oooohhh ... she'd never be the same! She'd fuck him whenever he wanted 
... and suck his cock as best she could! Anything ... anything ...! 
Oooohhh ... she was going to ... yes, she was going to cum ... soon ... 
very soon ... cum like a fountain all over his wonderful, beautifully 
fucking cock buried as deep up inside her ...!

Link realized her closeness and was thankful for it. He was no more 
than seconds away, himself! The clutching, wet tightness of her almost 
virginal young cunt was more than he could fight against! Immediately, 
it'd begun to milk the life from his desperately straining cock, its 
youthful naivete more than he was yet able to cope with! He could feel 
the small rhythmic sucking motions at the bloated depths of his balls, 
the fistlike suction of her grasping vaginal walls hotly and wetly 
massaging his throbbing cock! Shit ... shit he was going to cum ...!

"Oooohhhh ... nowwww ... give it to meeee ... pleaseeeee! I ... I'm 
cuumminngggg!" Annie wailed, throwing her tender, teenaged loins up 
onto his swelling cock, then wrapping her legs wildly up around his 
driving buttocks to cling tightly to him as with her internal pussy 
muscles she drew his long, thickly hardened length into the very 
sanctuary of her burning belly!

Link sensed the eruption inside her when her desperately clutching body 
began to wildly convulse beneath him, her hot, tight cunt channel, 
nibbling and clutching like a scalding, liquid hand around the jerking, 
blood-engorged flesh of his swollen cock! Gushes of her warm, viscid 
orgasmic fluids spilled over his heavily aching penis, smoothing the 
way even more so into her young, heaving belly. It blew up for him 
then, too! He sensed it, his needle-like stream of hotly racing sperm 
roaring along the long full length of his pumping hardness ... and then 
it was squirting into her with Dreamlike jets of mind-shattering lust!

Once mores Annie groaned out her physical ecstasy as the flooding heat 
of her uncle's burning white sum spewed endlessly into her now forever 
stretched runt and belly, its unending liquid flow filling her 
intestines to the brim. She could feel the huge hardness of his 
pulsating cock-head deep in the very heart of her, pumping out its 
wetly cascading sperm, and at that moment, nothing else in the world 
mattered ... only that she milk out from it with her hungrily working 
vaginal muscles its very last drop ...!



Chapter 8


Mark awakened with a smile late in the afternoon and warmly kissed his 
young bride. Enthused emotions of hope tremored inside Jean; she knew 
that he'd remembered and was looking forward to their planned evening 
of love. She toyed playfully with him for a few moments, her confidence 
growing, then left against his begging pleas, knowing he was in a state 
of hardness beneath the sheet. She didn't want anything to spoil their 
coming night of pleasure. She went to the kitchen to fix him a bite, 
while he finally made his presence known in the shower with a badly 
off-key baritone. Shortly, they ate together, exchanged expressions, 
words and kisses at the door before he left to 'check on things'. Two 
hours later, while she busied herself with personal chores and tried 
not to think of Caesar, he was back, and that was when her anxiously 
planned evening began.

It was after eight when they finished the scrumptious dinner she had 
prepared, more than just a little pleased that it had all turned out so 
well. The way to a man's heart and all that, she thought, as Mark gayly 
helped her with the dishes. He was slightly tight from the martinis and 
wine, she knew, and just the way she wanted him. As a matter of fact, 
she wasn't feeling any pain either.

After, she led him into the living room, turned on the tape recorder 
with a strip of some of their personal romantic favorites, then poured 
them both coffee and brandy. They snuggled up on the couch, his arm 
around her, his hand brushing incitingly against her breast in the 
manner of their intimate courting moments, that very intriguing gesture 
doing more to fire her than anything he could have ever imagined. And 
how badly she needed that with him now, after last night and her secret 
lover.

"Mmmmmm ... what a handsome man you are, Mark Blakely," she whispered, 
lifting her hand to his cheek and holding his face so that she could 
kiss his lips. "And, I'm going to ravish you now, before you suddenly 
get sleepy on me and change my opinion."

Mark laughed, his happiness reflected in his voice. "That might not be 
a bad idea, Angel, along with the music, the liquor ... I think I need 
something erotically stimulating."

Again, Jean kissed him, caressing his face with her soft smooth hands, 
while simultaneously her pleasure-scheming mind worked. She wanted this 
night to be so right, so full! It was necessary that they intimately 
reached one another! It had to be tonight ... it had to be, especially 
after the last frustrating time ...!

"Darling, this is going to be the most wonderful night we've ever spent 
together!" she whisperingly exclaimed into his face. No inhibitions! 
Just love, Mark darling ... love anyway you want it ...!"

His eyes opened and his brow wrinkled as he kissed her. Her words 
churned lightly in his mind ... but the more they churned, the deeper 
meaning they seemed to take on.

Finally, he said: "Inhibitions ... anyway I want it ...? What do you 
mean, Baby? Do we ... either of us have some hang-ups I'm not up with?" 
There was only one other way of doing it ... and that was oral sex! 
Christ, could she possible mean that? A lusty shiver shot through him 
at just the thought, any drowsiness he might have known leaving him as 
if he'd suddenly been doused with ice-water. He slipped his arms around 
her and drew her tightly against him, passionately kissing her.

"No answers win you get from me, Lover," she half-smilingly whispered, 
illusively slipping from his arms to stand. "I'm going into bed now. 
I'm going to shower and fix myself all pretty for you. You can come 
along in ten-minutes. Use some nice smelling delights for your Jeannie 
after your shower ... all over, Darling ... all over!"

Mark watched her trip lightly off down the hall, just the sound of her 
suggestive voice making his cock hammer, to say nothing of what she'd 
said! With a nervous hand, he lighted a cigarette, then sipped at his 
cooling coffee-royal while familiar music droaned into his head.

The phone rang and he answered it. It was the sentry he'd placed in 
charge for the night, asking an unimportant question. If something 
should happen with the pack, or that Caesar-bastard, should he call 
Chief Morgan or him?

"Christ, call both of us! And call as quick as you can!" Mark had 
snapped, finally returning to drop onto the davenport and trying to 
pick up his more infusing thoughts.

As they passed back through his mind, Mark realized that he was way out 
in left-field. Of course, she meant nothing like that. What his little 
darling was looking for, and more than entitled to, was fulfillment 
from him. She wanted to cum when they fucked! That simple ... nothing 
more ... and he just better do it ...!

"Come on, Baby!" her voice carried down the hallway. "Hurry ... your 
kitten is waiting ...!"

*  *  *

She'd prepared everything, Mark thought as he walked from the bath into 
the bedroom. The light was even shadowed. She lay on the bed in the 
green, shortie see-through he had given her, her curvaceous white body 
enticingly revealed beneath its gossamery film. He swallowed tightly, 
the intoxicating sight of her and knowing that she was waiting for him 
alone lustfully exciting him. He wore only his shorts, but knew they 
had to be swollen out in front without looking down.>

"I thought you'd never come," she teased in a whisper.

"Wild horses couldn't keep me," he answered, noting the bottle of 
scotch and two glasses on his bedside table. He lowered himself to the 
bed in a sitting position, then leaned back to gently kiss her. 

"What was the phonecall?"

"Nothing ... nothing important."

"Good ... come down here and make love to me," she softly hissed.

Christ! Christ, he thought, scanning his eyes over the delectable 
loveliness of her offered, naked body ... suddenly wondering what it 
was that kept wiring that feeling of unnatural tightness through him!

"Mmmm ... you taste so nice, Mr. Blakely. And you smell just gorgeous 
... "

"Men shouldn't smell gorgeous ... didn't you know?" he answered, 
kissing her and smoothing his hand upward over her full, firm breast 
beneath the nightie. "Women like you, smell gorgeous ... men smell like 
animals."

'Then, I like your animal-smell tonight, Darling," she whispered, 
abruptly kissing him with passion, her little wet tongue searching into 
his mouth and immediately fanning his kindling desire.

Mark slipped his arms around her, drawing her tightly to him in their 
open-mouthed kiss and pressing his swollen cock tightly against her 
soft, equally responding loins. 

"I love you!" he said with fervent meaning.

"I know ... because I love you!" she vehemently replied.

"Now, I'm going to prove it to you!" he hissed in the vein of their 
past love-talk.

"You're what?" she whispered sensually, her sweet breath in his face. 
"You mean.. you're going to fuck me?"

Mark could only pull back his head and stare at her, the sound of the 
word from her innocent young lips an unbelievable phenomenon! "Did ... 
did I hear right?" he half choked.

"That you were going to fuck me, you mean?"

"Christ almighty! Yes! Yes ... I'm going to fuck you baby!"

"Oh God, I want you to ... Darling!"

"I'm going to shove my aching cock right up into the tight, fuzzy 
little hole of your cunt!" he lewdly blurted.

"Yes ... oh yes, l want you too ... fuck me in my hot little cunt-hole, 
darling, with your great big beautifully hard cock!"

Mark couldn't believe it! Something had happened and he didn't know or 
care, what! He clutched her to him and rasped, "Oh baby, you beautiful, 
lovely girl! I love you ... Christ, I do! My own little Jeannie ...!"

"Mark ... darling!" she whimpered, returning his kisses and squirming 
against him. "Let's take everything off now and do it ... fuck ... make 
love ... fuck, fuck, fuck!"

*  *  *

The light trickling from the open window meant nothing more to Caesar 
than the presence of humans ... especially the female with the long 
golden hair. This was her place, the confinement where he first knew 
her. She would be there, on the sleeping thing, waiting for him to come 
and mate with her.

He moved noiselessly to the opened window, his sensitive ears keenly 
apprised of the night's every sound. Carefully, he listened to the soft 
vibrations of human-voices, recognizing those of his female with the 
golden hair. There was another of deeper quality, a male-human, he 
readily knew, and alternately they came to him in soft sibilances of 
affection!

An instinctively bitter response charged through the massive animal and 
heedlessly, he raised onto his hind-legs, forepaws resting on the sill, 
his burning amber-eyes quickly surveying the lighted room and its 
inhabitants. He saw her soft, uncovered whiteness lying prone on the 
sleeping place, her long, female legs spread wide for the unclothed 
male-human who lay on top of her between them! Their vocal sighs and 
heavy human breathing filled the room, along with the sharp sounds of 
their squirming, heaving bodies, the male's muscular hips and buttocks 
rising and falling in a natural rhythm that Caesar intuitively 
understood! They were mating in the human fashion!

Fierce resentment and jealousy filled the huge German Shepherd as 
briefly he watched their urgent rutting movements, the piquant smell of 
their moistly connecting genitals reaching his acute nostrils and 
causing him to slowly bare his fangs ...!

Eagerly, Jean had thrown herself into the lustful mood of their love-
making, provocatively using every sensual means at her command to fire 
her young, handsome husband, and in the doing, goading her own 
desperate passion. From the beginning, she'd intended to pull out all 
stops, and had done exactly that! With aroused wantonness, she had 
lewdly thrilled in the use of licentious four letter words, whispering 
them hotly into his ear. Simultaneously she had squirmed and writhed 
against, and beneath him, erotically thrusting her heated, wet loins 
upward at his long, thick hardness with salacious little fucking 
movements that bordered on the obscene. Not that Mark needed such 
spurring stimulation ... it was her own desire she intensively sought 
to whet to that crucial point of climax ... and after last night it had 
become just that ... crucial!

Oh God, she loved Mark; it was not a question of that, but of 
fulfillment by him in the wake of the forbidden pleasure she had known 
from the dynamic fucking of her secret animal-lover! She had to forget 
the beautiful beast, and only Mark could do that for her now, here, 
this very night!

She felt his excited breath heating her face and nakedly tingling 
breasts as he hung above her, his desire-hardened cock slithering 
deliciously in and out of her hot, moistened cunt.

With every in-fuck, she raised her hips and buttocks, her smooth white 
thighs spread wide to give him complete access to her upthrust vaginal 
slit. She could feel the erotic sensation of his swollen cock-head 
mushrooming bigger into the inside of her soft, feverish contracting 
belly, each searing stroke into her burning cuntal passage carrying her 
that much higher toward exultation!

"Oh Darling ... it's heavenly! Your beautiful cock ... so big and hard 
... fucking into my remembering her wild intention of sucking it with 
her mouth for him! Could she ...? God, if she could get at it right at 
that moment she would! But that would deny her seething, wet pussy, a 
realization she didn't even want to think of!

"God!" Mark rasped. "You're too much, Angel ... too much! You ... you 
drive me right out of my crazy skull! H-How close are you ...?"

"Oh ... oh God, Darling ... not yet, please?" Jean anxiously pleaded, 
her eyes widening and her nails digging solicitously into the tensed 
muscles of his arms. "I-I couldn't stand it ... not this time, Mark 
darling! I've got to ... got to!"

"Oh Christ!" he blurted, the raging inferno growing in his cum-bloated 
balls warning of their near explosion ...!

And then, suddenly, a ferocious growling roar filled the bedroom, 
causing Mark to reflexively twist half-around in his awkward position, 
while Jean craned her neck to see the powerful dog whose vicious sound 
she had instantly recognized!

Jesus Christ! It's him, the dog pack leader!" Mark swore, his brain 
racing while his cock fell almost limp as he stared in amazement at the 
huge brute that had dared to climb through their opened window! Slowly, 
the deputy sheriff moved, his eyes unflinchingly fixed on the animal's 
bared fangs, hardly aware of his deflated cock pulling wetly from his 
naked young wife's still tightly clenched vagina. "Just don't panic, 
Jean ... Lie perfectly still!" he ordered in a low, level tone, the 
gold medallion that hung from the beast's throat briefly catching his 
eye!

If he could get to his pistol in the closet, he thought, tensely aware 
that he would have to move all the way across the room! It meant 
passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the goddamned 
brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased 
off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a 
crouch, its lips twitchingly drawing back further from the gleaming, 
wet fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat!

If he could get to his pistol in the closet, he thought, tensely aware 
that he would have to move all the way across the room! It meant 
passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the goddamned 
brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased 
off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a 
crouch, its lips twitchingly drawing back further from the gleaming, 
wet fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat!

Mark hadn't dared for a single instant to shift his eyes off the 
vicious animal, but Jean's lack of screaming, or going to pieces was 
more than he'd ever expected! Thank God for her using her head, he 
reasoned, taking the first small step ...!

The moment she'd heard his deep-throated growl, Jean's heart had begun 
to pound, an inconceivable sensation of unfaithfulness filling her, as 
if the beautiful animal had caught her committing adultery with 
another! She had started to speak, but held back at Mark's command, her 
brain beginning to frantically race!

"Wh-What're you going to do, Mark?" she tremulously whispered, rising 
up in the bed to stare at both of them ... her vulnerably naked husband 
and the massive dog whose burning eyes and powerful teeth reminded her 
that he could tear Mark to pieces! "Mark, please! What ...?"

"Shhh, Baby ... don't get panicky," he managed, his voice unwavering. 
"I'm going to get my gun ..."

"No! No!" she cried, reaching out for him, and as Mark shook her off, 
Caesar leaped!

The powerful dog was on top of Mark before he realized it, his animal-
weight driving her naked husband backwards to stumble and go down onto 
his back with a crashing force, the snarling Caesar's great jaws moving 
toward his throat! Stunned, it was seconds before Mark could raise his 
arms to defend himself, precious lost seconds that would have made it 
too late, had not she cried out ...!

"Caesar! Stop! Stop!" Jean commanded, leaping from the bed to wrap her 
naked arms tightly around the huge dog's neck, and pull. "Stop it, you 
hear! Stop, Caesar ... now ... now!"

Mark had regained his senses enough to gape in amazement at what was 
taking place before him. He saw his curvaceously naked young bride 
clinging unafraid to the powerful neck of the ferocious brute, and more 
amazing, the wild dog permitting it! Christ! He started to move, then 
thought better of it as the big animal tensed once more, quickly 
flashing his fangs in warning!

"Don't, Mark ... don't make one move!" Jean pleaded, stroking the great 
head of the mighty beast. "I-I'm not sure that I can stop him again ...

"J-Jesus Christ ... I don't get this, Jean!" he choked out, his eyes 
rounded with incredulity. 'How ... why ... what the hell is going on 
...?"

"I-It's me, Mark ... that's why he's come ... and he's jealous ...!" 
Jean exclaimed, determined now to tell everything. "H-He was here last 
night, too ...!"

"He what ...?"

"Please Darling, listen to me ... please!" she begged, continuing to 
stroke Caesar's huge head while her naked, prostrate husband stared 
with awe. "Later, I'll tell you the whole story, but last night he 
saved me from being gang raped by three boys ... "

"From being what? How? Where ...?"

"Please, Mark! Listen to me! It's true, he ... Caesar, drove them off! 
Then ... then, he made love to me!"

Again, at the utterly preposterous revelation, Mark started to get up, 
but quickly thought better of it when Caesar tensed and menacingly 
growled before him. "Am ... am I losing my goddamned mind entirely, 
Jean? D-Did I hear you right?"

"Yes, Mark, you heard me right," his naked young wife quickly answered. 
"And that's why he came back tonight. He wants to make love to me 
again! "

"J-Jesus Christ! You keep him occupied while I get my gun ...!" the 
deputy sheriff swore. "We'll put an end to the raping bastard's ...!"

"No, Mark! No!" lean vehemently cut him short. "I'm not going to let 
you hurt him ... or him hurt you! I-I love you both too much ...!"

"Us both?" Mark choked. "Goddamnit, Jean ... do you know what you're 
saying? You're talking about a wild killer dog!"

"I don't care what he is! He's beautiful and ... and he loves me too!" 
she half-cried, hugging him tightly against the naked mound of one 
full, rounded breast, his furry coat brushing its tiny nipple into an 
obvious pink hardness.

Mark couldn't believe it, not even when he saw Jean slowly get to her 
feet and walk defiantly to the bed, her beautiful blue-eyes in a near 
glassy state as she crawled onto it and kneeled down on all-fours. She 
looked back with her long blonde hair streaming down over her smooth 
shoulders, her lushly hanging breasts swaying and rippling as she 
lewdly positioned herself with the ovalled moons of her rounded white 
buttocks raised high, her full shapely thighs spread wide.

"Now, you'll see for yourself, Mark ... and I'm not ashamed!" Jean 
unyieldingly defended. "And please, don't try to stop or hurt him. If 
you do, I won't be able to help, Darling. He has a mind of his own!"

"H-Holy Christ!" Mark astonishedly swore, never in his life feeling so 
hopelessly inadequate. He stared at the breathlessly erotic sight of 
his naked young wife's voluptuous body in its obscenely kneeling 
position, then heard the vicious dog whimper from where he stood beside 
the bed. It wasn't going to happen ... couldn't! It was impossible ...!

"Come Caesar, up, Darling!" Jean gasped, lustfully reaching behind to 
teasingly stroke the soft, rippling flesh of one white rounded buttock. 
"Now, Baby, do it to Jean ... Like you did last night, Darling ...!"

Mark watched, open-mouthed as Caesar bounced up onto the bed and moved 
behind Jean, in between her wide-spread legs and thighs. He heard the 
beast eagerly whimper once more, then saw him sniff and lash out with 
his long, wet tongue, ravenously lapping over the entire area of her 
nakedly exposed genital crevice! It stroked from the recessed little 
hole of her puckered anus, down beneath the flushed pink edges of her 
full wet runt. Even to the base of the wispy golden curls it reached, 
penetrating there to moistly flick down against her tiny clitoris. 
Wildly, then his young wife began to moan as again and again, the brute 
repeated the act, his long, thick tongue savagely knifing through her 
soft, sensitive vaginal slit, spreading her open in the tenderest parts 
until she began to twitch and jerk, while he, her own husband, watched 
in helpless captivation.

Christ, he wasn't going to try and explain it to himself! It was 
utterly impossible, but there it was, taking place right before his 
very eyes, and she unashamedly knowing that he was watching as she 
salaciously gave herself sexually to the wild, killer-dog! God 
almighty, what was she trying to prove ... that she was just a wanton 
bitch ... gasping aloud now as Caesar drew his hot, feral tongue up 
through the entire length of her hungrily pulsating cuntal-crevice? 
Then, she closed her eyes and was inching her knees farther apart on 
the mattress to open the inner liquid flesh even wider to him! 
Spellbound, Mark watched the glistening animal-tongue thrust into the 
moist, hair-lined little slit, flicking at the hotly quivering mouth of 
her tight vagina, ravishing her excited young genitals mercilessly, 
while she moaned down into the bed and lewdly coaxed him on!

"Yes ... yesss, my sweet darling! That's it Caesar lover ... Lick my 
cunt with your beautiful hot tongue! Show him ...! Oh Mark, darling, 
watch and see, please! I-I love it ... love you ... Love him!" she 
coarsely babbled. "Ooohhh ... yes ... Caesar baby! Now ... now climb up 
on me and fuck me from behind Darling! Shove your beautiful cock into 
my cunt! Now, Caesar ... now!"

Mark choked out a gasp, his eyes straining as the powerful dog mounted 
her, his muscular furry body crowding in toward the smooth roundness of 
her widespread buttocks, his strong forelegs clutching at her soft, 
white hips! Uncontrollably, her husband sensed his own naked cock 
swelling into a solid, revived hardness at the beastly sight of the 
shimmering, scarlet animal-cock slipping from its huge sheath. It 
dripped freely, its tapered point jerking and dancing as Caesar hunched 
in close to her, endeavoring to bury the lean reddened tip and its 
thickening solidness into his wife's curvaceous white body! Oh Christ! 
Oh Christ ...! he inwardly groaned, his big hand subconsciously 
clutching and beginning to gently stroke his own long rod of re-aroused 
hardness!

With an unrestrained, sensual moan, Jean waggled the twin white ovals 
of her upthrusting buttocks back in tiny searching circles attempting 
to capture Caesar's long probing cock. She hoped to God that Mark 
wasn't missing a single moment of her licentious performance ... and 
more important, that he would understand the very meaning behind it! 
God, how she wanted her beautiful animal-lover's long, thick penis 
fucking up inside her to finish the task her husband would never have 
lasted through! Her brain raced in lustful excitement as she reached 
down between her legs, grasping the wet, rubbery spear of swollen dog-
cock, causing Caesar to whimper in a half deep throated growl. She 
guided its throbbing tip toward her hotly quivering vaginal mouth, then 
held her breath!

Immediately, Caesar humped upward from behind, spreading her dilated 
cunt-channel and pubic curls even wider as with a single powerful 
lurch, he buried his long, thick pleasure-bringing cock deep up into 
the seething pink hole between her legs!

"Oooohhh ... ohhhh!" Jean gutturally sighed, her held breath gushing 
from her lungs. "Oooohhh Goddd ... it's so beautiful ... so beautiful, 
Mark darling ...!"

Mark watched in building lustful fascination that he couldn't hide, 
raised to a naked, sitting position on the floor, his hand still 
grasping his own throbbing cock. The painful meaning of her incredibly 
obscene performance had finally dawned on him! It was him, her husband 
Mark Blakely, that she was trying to shame, not herself, and as he 
gaped at the long, scarlet rod of glistening animal-cock racing wetly 
into her, he realized she'd accomplished her purpose. Christ, what kind 
of a man was he, anyway? Too concerned with everything but what he 
should be ... the happiness of his beautiful young wife! But he'd make 
it up to her ... Christ, he would, if she'd ever give him the chance 
again! His own heavy cock had begun to achingly throb at the sight of 
the great dog, Caesar's, sunk in his Jeannie's nibbling moist pussy to 
the hilt, his heavy animal-balls swinging wildly down beneath the 
saturated curls of her soft, naked loins ...!

"Oh Caesar ... oohhhh!" she moaned, her eyes wide and glazed as the 
massive dog fucked into her from behind. "Oohhh ... ooohhh Mark darling 
... do you understand, now ... now when you can see how he fucks me 
...? Do you ...?"

"Y-Yes, Baby ... I do ... Christ, I do!" he choked, unrestrainably 
stroking his own burning length of rigid cock-flesh.

"Oh Mark ...!" Jean gasped, her eyes momentarily focusing on her 
husband's hand avidly clutching at his swollen penis, the sight firing 
added fuel to her sensual passion. "Darling ... bring it up here to me! 
Let me lick and suck the ache out of it for you! Please, Lover, I want 
to ... please?"

Slowly, Mark got to his feet. a jolt of fiery sensations charge through 
him at her ardent request. Was it possible that she was going to ...? 
Hell yes ... anything was feasible after what he'd already witnessed 
...! Hesitantly, he moved, his eyes ever flexed on Caesar watching him 
... staring incessantly as he fucked away with open mouth while Jean 
moved backward rhythmically, meeting his powerful long strokes into her 
openly absorbing vagina!

Jean breathed a moan of new maddening excitement when she realized what 
she was going to do! She watched her husband crawl onto the bed, at the 
same time feeling Caesar's forelegs like furry arms clinging tightly to 
her soft hips. She undulated her feverish buttocks, giving herself 
fully to the beautiful fucking her Caesar was pounding into her from 
behind!

And then, Mark was kneeling before her, his hardened thick cock in 
front of her face! She reached out and curled her fingers around its 
hotly throbbing length, feeling it jerk to her touch. Gently, she slid 
back its heavy foreskin, sensing it pulsate in her soft, small hand, 
its moist, bulbous head with its tiny slit at the tip intensely 
thrilling her. She heard Mark's husky groan to her tender stroking 
caresses, and saw the pearlish drop of moisture bead at the little 
opening from the ministrations of her milking hand! Oh God ... she 
wanted that! Yes ... yes and all that would follow, to the very last 
drop, squirting hotly up into her mouth and belly ...!



Chapter 9


There had been an immediate violent hate that raged through Caesar 
toward the male human who had dared to penetrate the golden-haired 
female with his mating hardness. He had killed those of his own kind 
before for daring to violate his claim, and would have done so again 
had not the golden one interceded. In his uncanny brain he had realized 
that it was her wish that the male human be spared, and he had done so 
to please her. There was, Caesar instinctively knew, a bond that 
affectionately linked them, and though he jealously resented it, he 
would accept it because of her.

Now, as he eagerly clung to the soft smooth whiteness of his golden 
mate's hips and rapidly thrust the claiming hardness of his animal cock 
deep up into the depths of her female core, he watched with keenly 
alert eyes the approach of the unclothed male onto the sleeping place. 
His human phallus extended before him, he slowly moved toward her face, 
until she had taken the length in her petting hand, the sighing 
vibrations of her soft white body clearly transmitted to him. Something 
from ages past then clicked in his memory bank, and he instinctively 
knew what she would do with it. Hot racing blood streamed through him 
at the flashing knowledge, increasing as he saw her small tongue dart 
out to lick wetly over the tip! His powerful loins trembled at the 
sight, but no longer in jealousy, aware that this was what she wanted, 
and intuitively, he charged deeper and deeper into her, his huge 
hardness painfully throbbing ...!

A maddening joy filled lean as Caesar furiously fucked into her 
inflamed cunt from behind and she gaped at her Mark's long, hard cock 
jerking hotly in her clutching little hand. She drew in her breath and 
flicked out her eager tongue, bringing it into seething contact with 
the smooth, rubbery tip! She swirled it around slowly, moistly, 
experimentally, while Mark twisted and groaned; then she ventured 
toward the tiny split and wiggled her tongue-tip into it! Wild 
fermentations rippled through her trembling naked body as she tasted 
the pungent sweetness the droplets of his seminal fluid contained, 
causing her nostrils to flare erotically wide. She smoothed her hand 
along the rock-hard rod to the velvety flesh at its thick base, then 
downward to lovingly cup his sperm-bloated balls. She slipped her warm, 
tongue-moistened lips over the damp, spongy head then, letting it glide 
along the full length of her tongue, her hot mouth locking around it in 
a fervent liquid pressure.

Mark groaned above her extended lovely head, watching with lust-filled 
eyes her tightly locked lips ovalling hotly around his burning hard 
cock, hardly believing the electrifying sight of her beautiful innocent 
young face so grotesquely distorted as she began to suck him with 
unquestionable desire. Oh Christ ... had this huge fucking brute-dog 
that was pantingly glaring at him actually done this to her? If so, he 
owed the powerful beast more than he could ever repay him! Damn! She 
was sucking his cock as if she were never going to get enough!

He began a slow undulation with his naked hips, sliding his thick, 
swollen hardness in and out of her lips with a slick damp suction 
sound, guided by her hand grasping at its base while he held her face 
between his own. He stared with intense captivation at the puffing and 
hollowing of her smooth white cheeks as his thick cock moved in and 
out, her head beginning to bob up and down and toil with demanding 
fervency. Her whole curvaceous, satin-fleshed body quivered in naked 
ripples from the powerful jolts of Caesar's plunging cock hammering 
rapidly into her from behind, driving her frantically on!

Oh ... ooohh heaven ...Jean wildly reasoned, caught between her two 
wonderful lovers' beautiful, hardened cocks, both of them preparing to 
spill their hot, liquid fire from either end of her body deep into her 
craving belly! In lust-filled joy, she ground her wide-spread young 
buttocks back hard against her Caesar's furry, battering body, feeling 
the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the smooth crevice between 
them. She sensed tiny streams dribbling down the backs of her smooth 
inner-thighs, while the mounting pressure in her inflamed loins wanted 
of the climatic moment near at hand!

For one brief moment, Mark wondered if he wasn't in some sort of 
drugged comas imagining it all ... but no ... Christ, he was wide 
awake, and it was all happening! There wasn't any doubt about it ... 
none whatever, with the ferocious animal-face savagely watching him, 
its tongue hanging loosely from his mouth to let drops of saliva drop 
onto the smooth hollow of Jean's naked back! The medallion, its eagle 
and centurion intermittently becoming visible as it twisted and jerked 
beneath his throat from his vicious body-thrusts was undeniably further 
proof! But no longer was the powerful dog's fangs bared at him, and 
there seemed to be a mellowness in his glowing eyes as he watched Mark.

Christ, it was insane to even try to reason it all with the roaring 
furnace of lust bubbling in his balls! The huge animal's violent 
fucking cock pounding into his wife's luscious pink cunt were driving 
her mouth forward onto his own aching cock until he wondered why it 
didn't choke her! It was reaching her throat to her tonsils, his pubic-
hair brushing at the tip of her lovely nose, while his sperm-inflated 
balls in her soft, warm hands ached in a bloating buildup of massive 
pressure!

Damn, she was like an animal herself with her lips locked tightly 
around the length of his raging cock, increasing her unbelievable 
hungry little sucking motions until he thought his balls would turn 
inside out! Great swirls of heat were massing in their secret depths as 
he watched her passion-infused face pulling hungrily on it! He sensed 
the muscles of his stomach tighten and he arched forward, pushing his 
throbbing hardness up even further between the searing heat of her 
greedily sucking lips! He gaped at the pink ridges pulling out from her 
mouth, clinging voraciously to it as she pumped her head up and down 
and undulated her hips back at the dog in a wild uncontrolled frenzy!

Oh shit ...! Now! Strangled noises forced their way up into Mark's 
throat! "Oh Christ, Jean baby ... suck it hard ... I-I'm cuummiinnnggg 
...!"

Jean heard his cry at the very moment it burst, his jerking cock 
gushing forth hot, stream-like jets of his pungent cum! It flooded her 
mouth and throat with its delicious liquid heat! She sensed her cheeks 
bloating and contracting as she swallowed in greedy thick gulps, 
fastening her lips tightly around the spasming cock so as not to lose a 
single drop! On and on, his wonderful balls continued to pump out his 
milk-white sperm into her mouth, while his hands clutched at her head, 
pulling her face harder down onto his convulsively softening penis!

The ecstasy of it was even greater than Jean had imagined, and at the 
first hot, piquant taste of his cum, her own climax was triggered! She 
thrust her naked grinding asscheeks back harder at her panting animal-
lover, wanting the full benefit of his tremendously expanding cock 
raging into her wildly flaming cunt! Every muscle of her body 
contracted and jerked as she felt the erotic release of spasming 
rapture exploding deep down in her screaming loins and belly! She 
continued to gulp and suck at her husband, Mark's wonderfully erupting 
cock, her soft, curl-lined cuntal sphincter clenching and opening like 
an angered fist from behind! Her insanely jerking young buttocks flexed 
into white hardness and she gurgled out a whimpering wail as her 
quaking body unleashed and exploded too in the moment she had been 
striving for! There was no time, no space, no motion ... only the 
unbelievable bliss of her orgasm! Again and again, she was struck by 
the spasmodic twitching of every muscle and cord in her pleasure-filled 
young cunt ... then Caesar began to hump forward faster and spew his 
hot load of wild animal sperm deep up into the hidden recesses of her 
trembling belly! Once more, she climaxed, half-screaming and slamming 
her yielding soft buttocks hard back onto his magnificently squirting 
cock ...!



Chapter 10


They didn't talk, Jean and Mark Blakely, only lie cuddled together in 
the silent darkness of the night. In passing minutes, Mark knew that 
she had fallen into an exhausted sleep and he nestled her closer to 
him. Tomorrow, perhaps, they would talk about it ... maybe, they would 
never speak of it!

Mark had seen him go, leaping easily back through the open window 
without so much as a backward glance, but Jean hadn't wanted to look 
... as if she couldn't face the thought of his leaving. In moments, 
they had heard his howling cry pierce the night, and then Jean had 
smiled and moved tightly into his arms.

Christ, whatever ... that fierce brute-animal had brought them closer 
together actually shown them the way! But even so ... it was his duty! 
He had to destroy the killer animal and his pack! He had no choice but 
to try to eliminate any enemy of society ... and the ferocious, raping 
Caesar was that ...!

It was a long time before Mark Blakely slept that night.


The End
of
Book One