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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 t