"Jesus, Mary, I got the first car I could open, for Gossake!"
"Yeah, but we need gas, see!"
He looked over by leaning against her soft shoulder (that always thrilled him deep inside) and peering at the gauge.
"Shoot! Okay, there's a station. Self-serve . . . I can use . . . "
"Don't be more of a dipshit than you can help, Cal! Your card is traceable, and I think we're clean away . . . 'cept for the car."
"Tha-at's sure as hell traceable. Got 'ny cash?"
"For gossake, Cal, the trunk's full o cash."
"Yeah, but it's all fifties and hundreds, Mary. Look weird to give a man . . ."
"Why? You're dressed good, aren't you? Rich bastard taking a trip with his wife, right? Go ahead, get a few fifties out of the trunk . . . we have to eat, too . . . watch how you open those boxes so nobody sees you, eh?"
"Yeah," Caleb glowered. He did not like her calling him dumb, particularly since he'd set up this operation . . . and forgotten one crucial point. No hideaway! So . . . Mary knew of a guy.
"Say," he asked as he came back with several fifties and a few twenties he hadn't know were in the boxes stuffed in his wallet under cover of seeming to look at their luggage, "how much farther is it to this guy's place?"
"Ask the man when you pay him to fill up, 'How do I get to Doctor Messner's?' and he should know. We're pretty close, but I can't remember exactly how to get there."
That's bright, Caleb grumbled to himself., but he asked the girl at the counter as he paid to fill up.
"Doctor Messner. Oh, yeah, the vet. Keep goin' about four miles, turn right in the middle of the big woods, he's on the far side. Got an animal to board?"
"Yep. A pair," Caleb left it at that. When the tank was full he wanted Mary to drive away, but she answered his demand in an exasperated hiss,
"Look up - casually - dipshit. There's TV cameras, they've recorded the license plate, we've gotta go all right, but we can't get 'em suspicious by pullin' out and leavin' that much change. I just hope they don't pass the plate numbers to the police too soon. Maybe . . . she said it was four miles? . . . we can get there and be safe before they report anything. C'mon, act casual, get that change and let's go!" As the car pulled away, Cal turned to Mary and asked, "So. A vet? How come he'll hide us?"
"I've known this guy for a helluva time, Cal. We used to be lovers when I worked for him. I know how his mind works. He'll do it. We just have to pay him some of the loot."
"How much of our goddam money, Mary?" Cal was outraged.
"Cool it, buddy. No more than twenty big ones."
"Uhmph." Hell, that was a good bit, but considering there was close to a quarter million in the back, all in bills, that would be fairly easy on their future hopes.
The road into the woods was not marked, but the two of them, sharp-eyed as only fleeing persons can sometimes be, saw it in time to slow and turn easily into the paved lane.
"Don't wanna leave skid marks nor anythin', do we?" asked a complacent Mary as she kept the speed down while she carefully traversed the dark wood.
"Who is this guy, Mary? A vet. Why 'way back here in the boonies?"
"He's a pretty famous experimental veterinarian, Cal. He does research on diseases and birth defects in small animals. He must need space, cause he owns about a thousand acres back here . . . these woods are his, too."
"Crikey! They go on long enough." They had driven slowly for almost a mile.
"Yeah, but see the sun shining ahead? We're almost to his house. Wait'll you see it. It's huge, plenty of room to hide." .
It was huge, although most of it looked institutional rather than livable.
"Damn' place looks like a hospital center, Mary," exclaimed Cal as she stopped the car under a porte-cochere at what he assumed must be the front door.
"We-ell, in a way it is, Cal. Oh! Here's the doctor. Let me do the talking."
"Afternoon, Doctor Messner. I'm Mary . . . remember me?"
"Yes," the doctor's bass voice replied. There was an expression of slight distaste, Cal thought, but the doctor was polite enough.
"What can I do for you, Mary . . . and this is a friend?"
"Yes, Cal, meet Doctor Messner, a good friend of mine . . . aren't you, doctor?"
"Yes, Mary, indeed I have been. What am I to do for you?"
"Doctor, we need a place to be very private indeed. There is a good deal of money involved and we will recompense you fairly for protection form any prying eyes or snoops." "Oh, I see? And what recompense did you have in mind?" He leered at Mary, whose slinky figure was certainly sexy to Cal, and, he supposed, to the doctor, too. He spoke for the first time since they had arrived.
"Would twenty grand make you happy, doc?"
"Don't call me 'doc,' sir, forbearance has its limits. Yes, twenty thousand United States bills in reasonable denominations will be a sufficient contribution to the clinic, thank you."
"What's this 'clinic?"" asked Cal, sotto voce.
Mary did not answer, but went to the back of the car and busied herself there for several minutes. She returned with a large sealed envelope which bulged interestingly. She handed that to the doctor and smiled.
"Trust me, doctor, it's all there."
"And the car? It's as hot as this money, Right?
"Uh-huh for the car, but the money's clean, doctor. Yes... the car, too, needs to be kept from prying eyes and snoops."
"You'd perhaps prefer to unload your baggage here?
"Yes, Cal and I can take care of it. You still have only the one assistant, Janet, isn't it, doctor?"
"Uhm . . . Janet left me rather abruptly, Mary. However, I can handle your problem with not too much trouble."
Cal was not at all certain that he liked the "doc's" tone of voice, or his attitude, but Mary seemed quite content with his promise and unconcerned about the former assistant.
"Well, sooner done, soonest we're safe, Cal," murmured " Mary as they lifted their few bags and the case of money from the car.
A man came down the steps to help them, but the doctor's voice rose in the background.
"Arthur, take care of that car. It must not be found!"
Arthur said nothing, nodded, got into the car and, starting it with some hesitation, drove off into the woods.
"Well, there goes any chance of leaving here in a hurry, Mary."
"So? Why worry about that? We an' that car gotta be hid if anyone comes snoopin' around, Cal. Let's get this stuff upstairs, or wherever the doctor wants us to bunk."
The doctor met them at the head of the steps and waved them courteously into a large room with a four-poster bed, several chairs, a chase-longue and with a bow said,
"I think you will be comfortable until I make ready to carry out my part of the agreement. You remember, Mary, when you worked with me . . ." he smirked a little, as if at an ironic memory, " . . . I had to set up various chemicals and compounds before our work, right? Well, I shall have to do the same, but it will take a little longer. I shall expect you down to supper at . . . shall we say, six? Rest if you like until then. I wouldn't wander around."
With that he left them, and Cal seemed to relax for the first time since the gas station.
"Whew, Mary! Wanna take a 'nap?'"
"Yeah, Cal, I do feel like I could use some of your 'soothing." dear man." Now that she could relax, her attitude toward Cal was a lot nicer.
"Hell, it's only four 'n we got two hours of relaxation. I could use it!"
Like any two people who have been under strain for some time, their bodies needed some balm, some loosening of their tense muscles. Cal knew well how Mary liked to be made love to, and he was moving his hand lightly over her back as she bent to undo her shoes.
"Ah, Cal, that feels good. Got an itch . . . right there! A-ah. Thanks. Now a leetle bit lower, an' you got yourself a real willing . . ."
She turned to him, stood and clamped her arms around his waist as he bent to her neck. They were silent but moving all the time as he unzipped her dress and she unzipped his fly. He shucked out of his loafers and while Mary slid his trousers and underpants down over his burgeoning erection, his fingers were unclasping her bra and then pushing down her panties.
Mary's left leg went behind his right ankle as she rubbed herself against him, her already wet mound leaving slight tracks across his penis where she had it pressed against his belly. He moaned as he stripped off his shirt. He wore no undershirt and her warm breast pressed into his chest, her nipple hardening faster than his penis grew fully erect against her.
"Now," she smiled, kissing him deeply, nd she tripped him backward onto the bed, immediately sliding up his body to place his glans between her thighs. Her hot body strained at him as she kissed him wildly and he tried to position himself to enter her. She abetted his efforts with widened legs, her knees parting as far as possible and her wet labia sliding around a little as his hot glans slipped into her.
"Bitch," he groaned, smiling and kissing her neck. "You're not ready?"
"Yes, I am. I'm close to my period, that's all, come on, Cal, get me while I'm in heat!"
He did, his semen flowing into her well piled body as they came in a mutual climax. Man, she is one hot bitch, passed through his mind as they came slowly down from their ecstatic moment together.
"Didn't learn that from the doc, did you, babe?" he grinned.
"No, you bum, from you. You're good, Cal, good and long. You feel good inside me."
**** Supper was good, plain food, part of a big roast, beans and potatoes, tea or coffee by choice, mints or ice cream after. Arthur served. Mary took him to be a servant, hardly the person who had taken her place.
"Gee, doctor, better food than when I was working here, eh?" smirked Mary. The doctor looked at her and grinned.
"Probably get better yet, Mary, with your contribution. Oh, by the way, there's something I want to show you . . . it has to do with our agreement. Come along."
They rose a bit sluggishly from the table - a big meal, that one - and followed Messner into the hall and along it to a small doorway which seemed to open onto stairs leading down steeply.
"Where's this go, doctor?" asked Cal, curious but not at all suspicious.
"Oh, this leads to where I can hide you. It won't take long, you can be sure."
"Come on, Cal. Let's get it done. If the doctor's going to disguise us, it'll probably take some time. Sooner start . . . ."
". . . soonest done. I know. Okay," Cal almost stumbled on the stairs, but caught himself. Mary seemed to step lightly and certainly down into the darkness.
The basement, if such it was, was dimly lighted but featureless. Mary stopped and stood uncertainly about five feet from the bottom step, as Cal placed his foot on the cement floor.
"Small, isn't it?"
"Yes," came the voice of the doctor, somewhere above them, "and sealed. You'll be quite comfortable as I fulfill our agreement."
"What's he mean by that, Mary?" Cal looked wildly around, dropping the case of cash he was lugging. Mary dropped her purse as she turned to face Cal. A door slid shut at the foot of the stairs.
"I . . . I don't know, Cal."
"Doctor, what does this . . ." she waved her hand at the concrete-walled room " . . . have to do with your hiding us?"
She was looking up at a plate-glass window which slanted over them as Cal realised that the doctor's face was peering at them from above. His voice came over a speaker.
"Mary, I have not very fond memories of our last encounter. However, I am fulfilling my part of our present agreement to the letter and you will not be hurt, as I said."
As the two stared at the glass, his face disappeared and the sound of a small pump came to their ears.
Mary and Cal stepped closer to each other in alarm, but as they reached their arms for a mutually comforting embrace, their arms fell to their sides, their eyes rolled up in their heads and they slumped to the floor. ****
Cal felt as though he were in the middle of a dream. He felt for some reason as though he were very slim, floating almost weightless. His eyesight was strangely sharp but the colors seemed duller than usual. He felt as though he were lying on his side on something soft but, in a strange contradiction, slightly bristly. His neck, although quite comfortable, felt strange, his tongue . . . his tongue seemed to sense, as did his sensitive nose, an attractive odor, one his mind could not immediately classify. He was lethargic, although he felt that he should be up and looking for a way out . . . out of what?
His head turned, his nose at once coming into contact with a wire partition. Something on his nose was caught just a bit by the wire and he moved his head carefully to free what seemed to him to be a flange of skin on a brownish smudge at the end of his long nose. Long nose? For the first time since his languid awakening, Cal felt a thrill of alarm coursing up his spine.
****
Mary awoke slowly, her panting helping her mind indicate to her that she was exhausted and overly hot. An odd feeling in her lower belly and between her legs made her want to feel whether she had already started her menses, but she, like Cal, was lethargic and seemed not to have sufficient strength to move anything much more than her tongue, which she could feel lolling from her jaws. Lolling? How could her tongue be lolling?
Mary's eyes snapped wide and immediately saw the same type of wire "wall" that had confronted Cal. From her position it looked as though the wire ran from a padded floor to a wire ceiling. Her tongue stopped "lolling" with a snap as she withdrew it and closed her open mouth. It seemed too full of odd sized teeth, somehow, but she rolled onto her other side and tried to rise by extending her legs over the side of the bed. Her toenails scratched sideways along a concrete surface, making them feel very odd indeed. The sensations her very much longer nails imparted to her feet was extraordinary and the strange tingle brought her in a single roll and a slight bound onto her feet.
Mary balanced on her feet, her heart pounding as she realised that her body was erect but at the same time parallel to the floor, her claws attempting to grip that hardness and succeeding to the extent that they were making slight indentations in the cheap material. Her supple neck allowed her to turn her head so that she could look back along her hairy body to where a tail swung languidly at her nether end.
Her outraged howl was echoed through that wire wall and in instant alert she faced that way and saw a rather handsome dog - her muzzy thoughts tried to put a name to the somehow familiar male - of a nice brown shade and short, curly hair looking at her, his nose rising, neck tautening in the "about to howl" position.
****
Cal had been as shocked as Mary to discover his configuration and when he heard the howl of complaint he had naturally joined in. He too had a fleeting moment of quasi-recognition. He saw a beautiful bitch, slightly smaller than he, in a shade of brown that he discovered he found very attractive . . . not to mention the scent that was occasionally wafted to his nose by the errant currants of air. The two animals advanced very slowly and stiff-legged toward the wire dividing their cages and cautiously sniffed at each others' noses. Cal had a strong, almost overpowering desire to smell and lick the other's rear and tried with some success to communicate that to the bitch without speech - although the bitch did not respond properly.
The gaps in the wire were not very large, about big enough for his tongue to penetrate. He was careful not to stick his nose into the gaps, afraid it would get stuck. The tantalizing scent still impinged on his senses and he was frustrated by the wire and the bitch's refusal to present her ass for a friendly smell. He gave up after a few minutes and sat back, relaxing as much as he could with his penis bone pushing his red penis from its sheath. He felt muscles contract and something move behind him, but he did not look to see what it was. For some reason he already knew it was a part of him, too familiar to bother with.
.As he sat there, not really thinking about anything at all, there was a snap, a grating sound and another snap and he rose, curious now to see what the noise had been. On the floor behind him sat a bowl, filled with something smelling pungently of meat as he recognized a meal. Funny, the thought struck him, he didn't remember having a meal yes-ter-day. Then he mentally reeled as his mind sorted his memories and he realised that he didn't even know what "yesterday" meant! Puzzled, he sat again, regarding the bowl hungrily as he tried to puzzle out what he did know. Now - if it was not "now," it was "before." Right? Right.
There was nothing else, except once in a while a feeling that something was "going to be now." It wasn't exactly "now," it was "going to be." Yes, his mind said, that makes sense. I know that my food is not "now" "before," and it is "now." Right there.
Satisfied with this tremendous mental effort, Cal bent forward and began gulping food from the bowl. It was his bowl, "now." He could hear a gulping sound like his own as he finished his meal. It came from behind, but he knew it was the bitch finishing her meal, too.
There was a different noise as he finished his food and Cal expressed his displeasure at this interruption with a rolling growl.
He saw two heavy blue lines and two lighter brown lines beyond the wire the way he was facing as he raised his head to look, both going up out of his sight because of the roof over the wire. They were making some kind of noise, none of which seemed to pertain to him, although his mind interpreted them as "givers of orders.". He relaxed again because there were no commands, no "Come here, boy," no "Lie down!"
Then Cal slept, curling up on his bed which was very comfortable and forgetting all about anything "now."
Of course when he awoke it was "now" still. This awakening, the scent he had tried to lick "before" was so strong that it made Cal feel a heat and a strange lengthening along his belly. Something was hard and long against his belly and he turned his head to see what it was. Of course as soon as he saw his penis poking from its sheath he knew.
He heard a noise on the other side of that wire and looked and there was the bitch again, this time rubbing her arse along the floor, her tongue hanging out and a stupid expression on her comely muzzle.. His belly muscles contracted and he felt himself bending his lower backbone preparatory to . . . what? All his mind knew was that something had to be done to relieve the strong pressure on his penis bone and the knots which he could feel sliding within his sheath. It was all caused by that scent. The bitch was right here, "now." Why couldn't he get to her, they both needed this contact, "now."
His mind registered what the two givers of orders . . . he identified what those were, again, in his frustration and need . . . were saying.
"Well, this will certainly be as good a disguise as any other, eh, doctor?"
"Yes. And I shall not have failed to live up to the agreement, although I don't think Mary will ever forgive me. Too bad. What d'you think she'll do . . . bite me?" And the humans laughed. The other one murmured,
"Might be decent puppies, too, eh, doctor?"
Something opened a part of the wire and Cal lunged through to meet the bitch head on. He and she circled each other for several very short moments sniffing at each others' arses and then his nose and tongue were smelling and licking at that gorgeous smell and taste. The bitch opened her back legs wider and stood ready for Cal to mount, which he quickly did, his feverish search for her opening not aided by whatever remark she growled at him His penis bone finally directed his flaming penis into her and he humped as she finally had her horrible itch "scratched" in the only possible way, although the subsequent entrance of his knots as he approached his climax hurt considerably and the forceful infusion of his semen was even worse, she thought.
However, she had never felt nothing like the pain of his frantic efforts to separate from her, and Cal dragged his former love backward around the slippery floor for quite a while before her muscles and his knots slackened sufficiently to free him. Both yelped and fussed as they remained tied.
Cal sat licking his sore penis, now relaxed partially as Mary licked at her satisfied, abused, sore but now semen-filled arse. There was a chuckling sound from above them, but each was so engrossed in the cleaning routine that they paid no heed.