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Caesar Comes, And His Revenge (MF, beast, nc, v)
by Caesar (c) 1996

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Chapter 1

   Thunder rumbled with foreboding violence somewhere off to the west 
above the lush, surrounding hills of the valley. Yet, stars twinkled now 
and then in the warm, summer-night sky where the patches of gathering 
clouds didn't obscure them. A pale half-moon outlined the small town's 
hushed streets when the sweeping masses permitted, determining century-
old, framed houses and great, gnarled elm-trees lining the ways. A 
white, wooden church-steeple that had stood in Cresent Valley since its 
founding some five-score years passed, dominated the heart of the 
settlement.
   It was late, nearing midnight, and the town square, along with its
two-blocks of locked business establishments, rested in the feeble, 
silent glow of sparse street-lamps and occasional neon tubings of vivid 
reds, greens and blues. A distance off in the hills, an animal, a stray 
wolf perhaps, wailed an eerie howl that carried across the uneasily 
sleeping valley. Then, the unmistakable sound of rhythmic footfalls 
against pavement grew louder, shattering the ghostly stillness. By the 
dim, artificial light, one could make out the trim figure of a young 
girl moving rapidly as she hummed to herself in a timorous voice and 
turned onto the darkness of Cypress Street, purposely ignoring the far-
end of the square where the town hall loomed. Immediately, her tiny feet 
began to gain in tempo.
   Lightning, but not of the jagged, bolt variety, momentarily 
illuminated her night world as she walked with increasing speed along 
the nearly pitch-darkened street toward her home. Her young mind was not 
at ease and she hummed as if to deny that to herself. She was thinking 
that her Uncle Link could get quite up-tight when she stayed out after 
eleven... and it was almost midnight. But they'd been having such a good 
time dancing and talking that she'd truly forgotten about the hour. She 
hoped that he wouldn't be waiting for her... and if Nell Carter was 
there he wouldn't be... that was a near certainty. She could well 
surmise what he would be doing with his bleached housekeeper from L.A.!
   The lightning flashed again, startling her, following by the vibrating
roll of distant thunder. It would storm tonight, she thought. Last night 
it had nearly broken when she'd accompanied Uncle Link and the men on their
frantic chase after the wild dog pack. She hadn't wanted to go, but he'd
insisted. She was an expert rifle marksman and a capable horse-woman, prime
requisites when the sheep were being threatened. She'd had no choice but to
go, and God... she would never forget it! The way her uncle had clubbed and
tortured that wild, fawn-colored female dog! What a beautiful animal she 
had been, too, and almost ready to whelp. It sickened her now as she 
remembered the vicious manner he'd used to beat the beautiful animal 
rather than shoot her. Some of the men had actually cursed him...
   "Dammit, shoot her, Chief! You don't have to torture the bitch that 
way!"
   But for a few minutes he'd been like a maniac, as if he'd lost all 
control! There'd been no stopping him; he'd hardly heard a word any of 
them shouted at him.
   "For Christ sake, stop it, Unk! No need for that!"
   "Shut up, you damned fools!" he'd roared at them, clubbing the 
wailing
crippled animal, but only hard enough to break its bones and not kill 
it. "You want your goddamned sheep raided night after night... or do you 
want to put an end to it? Well? This is the way to do it! The rest of 
that pack has got to hear her cries! That's the only way to drive them 
off... throw the fear of man into them!"
   Maybe, he had been right, she didn't know, but the ordeal had affected
her as nothing before in her teenaged life. Even in the despicable hatred
she'd suddenly felt toward him while he was cruelly killing the dog, certain
sensations of incredible excitement had filled her, causing her young 
body to tremble and cover with chilling goose-flesh. God, it had been weirdly
exhilarating! Yet, only moments before as she'd waked through the 
square, she had kept her eyes averted from viewing the poor dead thing 
where she hung on the flagless pole in front of the town hall. There was 
something about her uncle's hanging of the animal's senselessly broken 
carcass there that nauseated her, but once again he'd insisted that the 
wild pack would know and stay clear, that the massive German Shepherd 
which led them would understand "in his devil's soul that he'd met his 
match!" Yes, he was probably right... violence seemed to be the only way 
in this world...
   Split seconds of brightening flashes again made familiar surroundings
discernible and Annie Purcell, sixteen-years old, hummed louder to 
herself as she quickly tripped along toward her Uncle Link Morgan's 
home, unaware of the avenging eyes intently watching her approach. Had 
she been closer when the skies briefly glowed she might have caught the 
glistening reflection from the gold medallion that hung from a chain at 
the throat of the huge German Shepherd dog. She might even halve seen 
the figure of an eagle embossed on one of its sides, or the ancient 
Roman centurion on the opposite... or perhaps, the name inscribed in 
circled letters: Caesar!
   The sleek and powerful animal had stealthily slipped into Crescent 
Valley once darkness had blanketed the town. With embittered patience, 
he had lingered in a nearby wooded slope waiting for the shadows to 
lengthen, his unique senses vindictively tormented by the cruel, drawn-
out death of his mate. He had watched the unnecessary torture and 
instinctively thought of his young in her belly. Around him, the pack 
had uneasily milled at her agonized cries, certain males daring to move 
in close, as if to challenge his leadership. But a growling warning had 
been sufficient to shy them off. There was nothing to be done, he 
accurately sensed, when the human chose to destroy them... nothing, only 
retribution!
   Now, he clung in motionless silence to the shadows of the overgrowth, 
his burning amberish eyes piercing the night as if it did not exist. He 
watched the girl's approach and knew her from the night before. There 
was youth and vivacious beauty in her movements, his inimitable 
instincts told him. Earlier, he had stalked the house not a half-block 
away of the brute-man who had so cruelly killed his mate. Then, he had 
intuitively moved toward this overgrown excavation where a human's 
shelter had once been started and not completed. Only the pit where the 
cellar had been dug, its stone foundation laid and nearly hidden beneath 
scrub brush, remained. There, he waited, a mysterious and indefinable 
power advising him of the oncoming girl and her relationship to the man 
and the town he had sworn his animal vengeance against.
   Sometimes, maybe too often, when she was alone and uneasy in the
darkness, Annie thought of her parents and that fateful night they had the
accident on the way to San Diego. It was futile, even foolish, she knew; 
they were very gone... long ago... and now there was only Uncle Link, 
but she couldn't help thinking about them sometimes.
   Well... she did love her uncle. He'd been good to her; besides, he 
was her mother's brother and only living relative. But... but the way 
he'd begun to look at her lately, too often in fact, especially when 
he'd been drinking, which was every night... His eyes... the gleam in 
them, and the twist to his mouth... God, it frightened her. It was those 
times that she was glad that Nell Carter was in the house. Perhaps, she 
was being silly... after all, he was the town's Chief of Police, and 
certainly he'd never made even one out of the way advance toward her in 
the six years she'd lived with him. Really, it was unfair of her to 
harbor such feelings. He had enough enemies in the Valley as it was 
without her adding her name to their list.
   Still... why had he felt it necessary to torture that beautiful female
dog before he killed her? She had never seen him like that in all of the 
many hours they had spent together hunting and riding. It hardly seemed 
that such brutality was necessary, even in this callused world. Yet, she 
still couldn't deny the strange feeling of almost obscure excitement it 
had given her! God, she wasn't some sort of sadist like they talked 
about in sex-education at school, was she? Maybe it was inherent... in 
the family blood! Hadn't she actually become all goose-pimply and keyed-
up, seeing him wielding that club across the beautiful animal's back!
   M-My God! Wh-What was that? F-for a moment... she'd thought she saw
eyes... burning eyes like glowing coals in that brush! What on earth 
could it be! M-Maybe, she b-better start running!
   Caesar anticipated the long, chestnut-haired teenager's frightened 
move seconds before she made it, and with furtive swiftness bolted from 
his hidden place to confront her there on the narrow sidewalk!
   In overwhelming horror, Annie froze! She stared in awesome disbelief 
at the massive creature's viciously bared fangs gleaming in the faint 
moon-light! Her breathing choked in her young throat at the blazing eyes 
that were fixed on her and the ferocious, deep-throated growl that the 
huge beast threateningly gave forth! Had she tried, she knew that she 
could not move... her legs were growing numb, as if they were petrified! 
It was him... the wild pack's leader! The thing around his neck 
glistening in the moonlight... she had thought she'd seen such a medal 
when they'd chased and gotten close to them the night before! Oh... Oh 
God... he was moving toward her, rouching, preparing to leap! Scream! 
Scream! She tried, but couldn't... and then, mercifully she fainted...

                *  *  *

   Strange sensations of tingling warmth rippled through Annie's young 
belly as she lay limply on her back, a maze of disconnected thought-
waves suddenly swirling through her head. Confusion swept through her 
and she tried to move, but stopped at the sound of a low, animal-like 
snarl. She opened her eyes then, yet continued to lie there unmoving, 
the strange stirring sensations in her belly ever-increasing with a 
weirdly rising excitement. Her teenaged brain functioned in its effort 
to restore normalcy. W-Where was she? It was dark... yet there was a 
half-moon and... and stars... wh-what had happened?
   Thunder filled the darkness of the warm summer air as simultaneously, 
further charges of stimulating arousal raced through her youthful loins 
and belly. Annie raised her hands to her throat in revived fear. She 
lifted herself to her elbows with the full brunt of her returning 
memory. Then, by the flash of revealing lightning, she saw that she was 
naked... wholly and shamefully naked... saw that she was lying with her 
legs obscenely spread apart... and... and that the massive wolf-like 
German Shepherd was standing between her thighs--his tongue laxly out 
and his great head lowered just above... above her pantyless vagina!
   Again, fire-filled sensations charged through the young virginal core 
of her naked body. The warm, wet contact of his saliva-drenched tongue 
spread open the sparse, hair-lined lips of her tight young cuntal 
crevice, Waving its sensitive, pink inner-flesh with a taunting upsweep 
that sent uncontrollable shivers of sudden passion brushing over her! My 
God! He... he was licking her down there between her open thighs!
   Had she been petrified prior to fainting, Annie was now shockingly 
panic-struck. The unbelievable sight of what was happening between her 
naked, widespread legs, the realization that the vicious animal was 
actually licking at her virginal young pussy with his hot, wet tongue, 
was about to drive her hysterical. Yet, somehow, she knew that she must 
retain control of herself if she were to come out of this alive! To 
struggle against him in any way might bring him fiercely charging at her 
throat!
   She couldn't restrain the whimper of extreme dread when, by the next
flash of lightning, she saw tatters of her clothing ripped and strewn about
them. God, he must have torn them from her with his teeth! Wh-what sort of
animal was it that would do such a thing to a human female? She gaped at 
him through the darkness which her eyes were growing accustomed to, and 
saw his own burning orbs staring hotly at her as he continued to 
obscenely lick and nuzzle at her helplessly exposed vaginal lips. A 
tremor of incredulous sensations caused her to convulse in her shameful 
nakedness. Oh Cod, he-he was almost human... that expression in his 
unrelenting eyes... and what he was doing to her nakedly stripped loins!
   Oooohh... what he was doing to her! She'd never known such sensuous 
feelings in her belly, and her pussy, in spite of her fear, felt as if 
there was a hot little fire glowing inside it! Even... even her breasts 
tingled in excitement, she realized, as she mentally cupped, then 
pinched their tiny, hardened nipples... But... but this was insane! My 
God... the dog would kill her before he was done... tear her to pieces! 
She had to keep her head... to get away from him as soon as possible! 
Maybe... maybe, if she just jumped to her feet and ran? God, she had to 
do something; he intended to kill her, she felt certain of that... 
and... and maybe even eat her!
   It was the latter horrible thought that made Annie feebly cry out, 
then attempt to scramble onto hands and knees and blindly crawl away. 
Caesar waited only long enough for her to reach the all-fours position 
before unleashing a savage growl, stopping the curvaceous, naked 
teenager in icy-veined terror. She uncontrollably sobbed out, the fear-
filled, choking sounds little more than animalistic whines in the 
gripping anguish of her unbelievable horror. From that point, the huge 
dog never seemed to hesitate, but moved as if his intentions had been 
predetermined. He mounted her from behind, his powerful forepaws 
clutching at the soft, white flesh of her youthfully cubed hips, his wet 
tongue hanging loosely from his rapaciously open mouth!
   Annie dared not breathe! She was that terrified with his sudden 
clamber up behind her unprotected nakedness, his strong, hairy forelegs 
clutching at her narrow waist and the arch of her hips! Hadn't she seen 
animals do it together like this a thousand times? Good Lord! Her firm 
young breasts quivered and swayed beneath her chest from the jarring 
force of his luridly obscene position behind her defenselessly upraised 
buttocks. Then suddenly, she felt the gold medallion that hung from his 
neck grazing the smooth-fleshed hollow of her nude back! He... he was 
going...going to do it to her... as if she were nothing more than a... a 
whining bitch dog!
   "N-no... no, please!" Annie heard herself whimper as something long 
and pointed probed wetly back between the nakedly raised trembling 
mounds of her softly trembling buttocks and lewdly spread thighs. Her 
brain swam once more! My God, she was a virgin... and he was going to do 
it to her!
   At that precise moment, whatever additional thoughts she had were
abruptly swept away when she sensed the nose of his hardened animal-penis
prodding at the tight, wet mouth of her defenselessly spread vagina! 
Dear God, no... no! She desperately tried to squirm away from the vise-
like grip of his encircling paws, but it was useless, and like a 
charging, white-hot lance, the solid thickness of his long animal-cock 
spread the soft hair fringed lips and forced its way up into her saliva-
slickened little vaginal passage with a slight, wet popping sound and 
rippling the smoothly yielding walls wide apart before its bevel-tipped 
hardness!
   Annie gasped for illusive breath as the huge length of blood-filled
dog-penis stretched and filled her young cuntal channel like a muscular arm
rammed into the sleeve of a child's garment, its pointed end smacking 
heavily back up against the very base of her tender, young cervix. 
Again, she choked out a whimpering gasp, while the great beast who was 
mounting her from behind snarled out a low commanding growl of triumph, 
then began to animalistically hump and fuck up into her!
   The teenager's mind was a vortex of unheralded, emotional sensations! 
Her entire head vibrated with the pounding blood racing through her 
brain, while her youthful white body that was bent nakedly before the 
wild fucking dog, quivered and convulsed in the throes of unknown, 
sensuous agony. Her
vaginal-passage felt as if it had been impaled with the heavy, sawed off 
limb of a tree; yet, at the same time, there were weird spasms of 
intensively rising desire filling her! Nevertheless, she compulsively 
fought the sensuality, her sickened, fear-filled mind concerned only 
with the horrifying animal fucking she was receiving from behind!
   It struck her then that his heavily burrowing penis of hardened
animal-flesh had ripped her wide open! She'd felt the thin membrane of 
her
maidenhead give way with a bursting stab of pain, and she was certain 
the
vicious beast had horribly torn the expanded little hole of her vaginal 
mouth! Oh God, she might bleed to death there in that deserted cellar if 
he didn't kill her outright!
   Again, with a twisting lurch of her naked, youthful body, she tried 
to shake free from his long, piercing thick hardness from her cock-
filled young pussy, but her efforts were in vain. Caesar's fierce growl 
chilled the very marrow of her teenaged bones, while his powerful hairy 
forelegs clutched possessively at her soft waist and hips! Thrusting! 
Thrusting! Like a searing firebrand it slithered in and out of her 
helplessly clasping, young cuntal channel, spreading the virginal 
passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long, wild cock deeper 
and deeper up between her helplessly spread thighs!
   The panting Caesar's mystical intellect made the mighty dog aware of the
young girl's sudden resignation and surrender before him. Briefly and in
desperation, she had struggled at one last frantic attempt to escape before
hopelessly subjecting herself before his conquering attack. He sensed the
resistance draining from her naked, human flesh, as it did with his own female
bitches when he selected and demanded from them. A spirit of exhilarating
revenge raced through his savage body as he watched the upper portion of her
smooth, female back drop until her face and young, human breasts were 
flattened down against the softness of the grass, the rounded mounds of 
her soft, white buttocks raised submissively to his vindictive assault. 
This, he instinctively knew, would not breathe life into his torturously 
murdered mate, nor his young that she had carried into death with her, 
but cryptically imbedded in his animal-brain dwelt an ancient law 
driving him on... lex talionis... the ancient roman law of retaliation 
and revenge!
   Through his unfathomably keen senses he felt his long, lust-hardened
penis slithering forward with a wet charge until it was entirely buried 
in the clutching moist heat of her tightly clinging female passage, his 
swollen, sperm-laden testicles swinging down and slapping hard against 
the soft dampness of her lightly curling pubic hair. Mercilessly, he 
bucked and plunged into the hot, yielding cuntal flesh, hearing her 
feminine moans and feeling the
trembling nakedness of her smooth, white buttocks flattening up against 
his
belly as he attempted to skewer her onto the last remaining inch of his 
thickly lengthening rod of hotly driving flesh!
   Though her young brain was still overwhelmed with the incredible
obscenity me wild, wolf-like dog was committing on her helpless, naked 
body,
Annie could not ignore the sensual incitement his enormous animal cock 
had
almost immediately set off inside her. At first, his savage thrust into 
her
virginal young loins had nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony 
of its huge hardness bursting into her. But now, the stark horror and 
shame of the
shocking animal-rape itself was forgotten, only the invading presence of 
the
brute's long, thick cock plowing open the sensitive, resistant flesh of 
her
never before entered vagina, registered in her mind. Like a hotly 
reaming
piston, it had raced into her unprotected pussy, until in seconds he had 
rammed
it all the way up inside the vainly resisting channel! Desperately, she 
had
fought for breath while tears of pain streamed down her cheeks and her
convulsing body struggled in its vulnerable nakedness to be free! But as 
the brute relentlessly continued to fuck up into the liquid, wide-
stretched flesh between her lewdly upturned buttocks, the pain seemed to 
dissolve into
impossible sensations of intensely growing arousal, equaling those which 
his
hot, Waving tongue had first spread through her trembling young belly! 
Oh God, if she were sinning by succumbing to him, let it be! Oh God... 
Let it be!
   Now, as unthinkable as it was, she had begun to feel the texture of 
his sleek animal coat beneath his belly brushing teasingly against the 
opened,
smooth mounds of her nakedly exposed buttocks, and she pressed her face 
and
tingling, nipple-tipped breasts harder down until they were flattened 
and
groveling onto the grass-softened earth!
   Her young brain reeled with the unbelievable intoxication of what was
happening to her! She, a virginal, teenaged human, being attacked and 
actually raped by a wild dog, as if she were a bitch-animal of his own 
kind!
   O-oh God, w-was it really taking place? And why did she think of a 
wild dog us "he" rather than "it"... as if the brute were human, 
himself? There! There! She'd done it again... "himself!" I-It had to be 
his mesmeric hard animal-cock that was wildly filling her burning pussy-
hole! Never in her life had she felt so lust-filled... or even known the 
lewd, obscene sensation of wanting to be fucked... fucked... fucked 
until she was almost dead from the joy
of it!
   "Oooohh... ooohhh... yes, yes... do it! F-fuck me, fuck me harder 
like that!" Annie hissed with a trembling whisper, twisting her earth-
dirtied, young face to gape back and up at the panting beast avengingly 
fucking into her. She was helplessly impaled all the way up to the 
testicles on his huge animal-cock and heedlessly reveling in newly 
discovered joy at its unnatural possession of her newly awakened young 
cunt!
   She breathed a sensual moan of passion from her lust-moistened lips, 
and began to move uncontrollably backwards with rhythmic gyrations to 
meet Caesar's ravaging thrusts. His forelegs clung to her softly curved 
hips like strong, furry arms, and she began to wantonly undulate her 
curvaceous young body back at him in the perpetual undulations of the 
female whore down through the ages.
   Though she could hardly govern her awakened natural desires, the 
teenager's intuition told her that with them she was, in some weird way, 
winning the favor of the massive, wild animal fucking inhumanely into 
her receptive young cunt. That insane belief, and that alone, dammed 
away the terror and shame she had known in the beginning. Only youthful, 
secret lust filled her now as she rotated her white, smoothly rounded 
young buttocks backward in answering little circles to the beasts wildly 
plunging cock, giving her naked self fully to the erotic wonder of the 
lewd animal fucking she was receiving back in her now eagerly absorbing 
young pussy.
   He would spare her because of his sexual attachment, realizing she 
was
more than a friend, perhaps a mistress... like the fawn-colored dog had 
been to him before she was so cruelly killed! She knew that much of 
animals, thanks to Uncle Link. And she knew as well that they... every 
man in the valley... would not rest until this wild brute was dead, once 
they learned what had happened to her! There was no one to tell the ugly 
truth, to reveal the whorish manner in which she was voluntarily 
grinding her lewdly spread nakedness back onto the huge dog's beautiful 
driving cock! Animals couldn't speak... they couldn't talk about their 
master's indiscretions like the slaves of history!
   Caesar knew and welcomed the hot, wet clasping of her desire-clenched
vagina back onto his thrusting length of hardened maleness, an inbred,
unquestionable sensation of male domination momentarily sparking the 
depths of his wilderness keened brain. The lower, more base instincts of 
her soft, human body had taken control, even as her supposedly superior 
mind fell into
complacent lust. It was natural; she couldn't help it, he discerned as 
he
humped more heavily up between her open buttocks. Such were the 
inevitable
plights of the human... had once been his own, and perhaps would be 
again...
but now!
   Annie wished there was some way she could bend her head all the way 
back up under her kneeling body and watch his enormous, pleasure-giving 
dog-cock disappearing inside her tightly clasping pussy! God, she was 
little more than a deplorable bitch... but she'd never even imagined 
such erotic bliss! Just to see it... see it fucking in and out up inside 
her hot, wetly clasping cunt lips
that had hardly ever known more than her own tiny finger! But, at best, 
she
could only visualize their orgiastic spectacle, the mere thought of 
their lewd, unnatural coupling sending unknown, salacious excitement 
raging through her passionately aroused young body. She groaned aloud in 
her all consuming passion and ground her softly yielding buttocks back 
hard against his strong,
mercilessly battering animal-flesh, sensing the tiny rivulets of 
moisture
building wetly in the smoothly rotating crevice separating the whiteness 
of her asscheeks. Then, she felt the tiny streams beginning to dribble 
down the backs and rhythmically working tendons of her supple inner 
thighs, while the sudden mounting pressure in her loins and belly 
signaled that something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside 
her!
   In and out, in and out, Caesar rapidly fucked the slavishly kneeling
girl, a wet staccato of flesh-slapping sounds hollowly filling the open, 
dark cellar, his keen animal-brain savoring a measure of vengeance in 
his human rape of her helplessly naked young body. His powerful, 
hardened penis was bursting into her as if she were some ripe fruit, 
destroying her chaste mind forever, he knew, and therein lay his revenge 
upon the humans who had destroyed his mate. Between each thrust, he 
sensed her tender young vaginal passage relaxing, then swallowing his 
solid length back up inside again and holding it fast in a hot, hungry 
clutch of eagerly working cuntal muscles. He saw her smooth, white body 
tense and relax again and again beneath him as she began to incessantly 
moan. His great organ seemed to grow and harden even more when he felt 
the soft, fleshy ridges inside her hot contracting belly giving way 
before his unsparing assault.
   Again, she twisted her head to look back at him and he witnessed her 
mouth suddenly gasping open, but the coming scream half-choked in her 
slender young throat. Instead, she began to toss her head wildly from 
side to side her long chestnut-hair flailing about her naked shoulders. 
She had reached the beginning paroxysm of female orgasm, he perceived, 
when she began to savagely swivel her rounded, white buttocks hotly and 
crazily back against him like any of the rutting bitches of his own wild 
dog pack. His tongue hung loosely from his panting mouth as he fucked 
with heavy, buttock flattening humps up between the soft, furiously 
undulating mounds of human, female-flesh. Once more, she screamed, this 
time, her cry piercing the night while she rammed deliriously back onto 
his huge thrusting hardness, and he drove it mercilessly forward to 
begin spitting its hot, wet semen in bullet-like spurts deep up into her 
young hungrily clasping cuntal passage!
   Caesar felt her smooth, rounded buttocks begin to contract and jerk 
back against his hotly empty testicles, uncontrollably hollowing and 
tensing, indicating the zenith moment within her voraciously quivering 
young belly. He felt the thick, wet combination of their orgasmic 
release seeping out around the flushed lips of her rhythmically 
throbbing pussy lips as her hot, clutching young vaginal channel 
ravenously squeezed and pulled at his rapidly spurting penis.
   She fell forward then, away from him, her legs still spread wide 
apart, and in the light of the half-moon her rounded white buttocks 
glistened wetly from his expended semen. He could see her opened pink 
flesh and the soaked dark hair of her ravished young loins, as she 
breathed heavily in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he 
stepped over her outstretched nakedness and raised his head toward the 
moon...
   Across the uneasily sleeping valley, an eerie howl split the heavy 
silence, causing men and women to restlessly toss in their beds... a 
harmless stray wolf, perhaps...


Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 2


   The chilling, wolf-like cry had sent a tiny tremor rippling over Jean 
Blakely's curvaceous, naked body, and she snuggled backwards in the bed, 
up tighter against her young husband, finding reassurance in his 
sheltering, rugged masculinity. He stirred with the movement, making her 
realize that she was tickling his face again with strands of her long 
blonde hair. His strong hand cupping the resilient flesh of her left 
breast started to move away, then returned as if in after-thought to 
reclaim the firm, full mound, and she felt the length of his flaccid 
penis possessively seating itself tighter back between her buttocks, the 
pubic hair of his lean pelvis pleasurefully brushing against their 
yielding, sensitive smoothness.
   She quietly sighed in drowsing unrest. Her soft belly and tingling 
sperm flooded vaginal walls still fluttered with little throbbing spasms 
from the rapture of their love-making. It had nearly happened this time, 
and she was confident that very soon they would discover the intimate 
formula. Most of all, she had made him happy; all else, even her own 
fulfillment, was of secondary importance... but the animal's lonely cry 
had seemed to add to her uneasiness.
   Wide awake once more, Jean's novelly devoted young mind fell into 
thought. It was just that everything was so strange to her, she 
supposed... and she loved him so much. Their marriage, Crescent Valley, 
this new and foreign life away from the city, the latter all that she'd 
ever really known... it was such a different existence... except for his 
being a law-enforcement officer.
   She'd vowed, after watching her Mom's many many nights of worry that 
she'd never marry a lawman... and here she was, happier than she could 
ever have dreamed possible. Of course, with Mark it was a little 
different; he was a deputy sheriff in an almost rural district, while 
her dad had been a Los Angeles detective with his life constantly in 
danger, but why couldn't Mark have been a druggist, or a carpenter, 
or... or? Ridiculous... lying there thinking such nonsense! He was Mark 
Blakely and she loved him with every ounce of strength she possessed! In 
fact, she couldn't imagine him being anything else but a deputy sheriff; 
he looked so handsome in his uniform. Besides, if he'd chosen any other 
career she probably would never have met him! Certainly, he wouldn't 
have been in L.A. attending the police academy seminar for that week, 
nor could her father have invited him home to dinner!
   And what a beautiful, whirlwind seven-days they had been: first, the 
double-dates with Steve and Carol; then, the private ones of their 
own... and the very first kiss! Shortly, Mark's proposal had followed. 
Lord, she'd thought she was going to go out of her mind with happiness! 
Mom had guessed before they'd even had a chance to tell her, Jean 
remembered, smiling to herself in the darkness, and Dad had just stood 
there beaming proudly, waiting to give them both his blessing.
   Two months ago, yet it seemed like yesterday that Judge Wilton had 
pronounced them man and wife. It hadn't been at all what she'd girlishly 
envisioned as her wedding, but neither she nor Mark had wanted to wait 
another minute. Besides, he'd had to get back here to the valley and 
she'd had no intentions of letting him come alone... nor had she really 
known one single moment of regret over her snap decision. She'd loved 
him from the very first instant their eyes had met, and that, she knew, 
would never change regardless of what he did to her... or what he 
couldn't do... But that wasn't fair, that last uncalled-for thought, she 
mentally reprimanded, angry with her self. Gently, she caressed his big, 
virile hand warmly cupping her naked breast, brushing with fervent 
affection the soft masculine hair that grew sparsely along its back. He 
would soon discover the intrinsic key to bringing her to orgasm, she 
reassured herself, a tiny passionate tremor rippling over her once more, 
the erotic anticipation nearly as satisfying to her young, voluptuous 
body as the unlocked moment itself might be...
   Though he hadn't moved any portion of himself, except his face to 
escape the perfumed taunting of her silken hair teasing at his chin, 
Mark lay wide-eyed, well aware of his new young wife's sleeplessness. 
Again tonight he'd failed, he confusedly thought. And she'd been almost 
there, that much he felt certain of, but he hadn't been able to hold 
back his cum any longer! Damn, she was so lovely... her breath-taking 
body... so soft and white and roundedly curved at every strategic 
point... he had only to look down at her and he was lost! He'd cum like 
some sort of unleashed, pumping fountain, his bloated balls achingly 
pressuring the sperm from them in wild, spurting gushes that had damned 
near torn him apart! And after that, what could he possibly do for an 
encore... even knowing that she was as excited and tighter than a drum 
inside, hoping, just hoping and giving herself to him... only to be left 
played with, but never released? What else was there for her outside of 
wrapping her soft arms around his neck as she pressed her warm smooth 
curies tightly against his spent body and passionately whispered how 
much she loved him... that it was all right, and maybe next time it 
would be different? What else... except hit him in the face with a shoe, 
or something, the way the wealthy and spoiled Lydia Newell would react? 
But then, Jean was no Lydia, was she, not his gorgeous Jeannie?
   Christ, it wasn't even honorable to tie both of them into the same 
thought! Maybe if he'd waited until things were in better straits here 
in the valley, he could've made this twenty-two year old golden young 
Venus some sort of a physically satisfying husband! Not only was Lydia 
an ever-present menace to their marriage with her sensually vicious body 
and mind, but there was the rotten drug problem the town had suddenly 
been exposed to among its young people... and even worse, the 
unbelievable wild-dog pack that was raiding the herds for food, plus, 
the stupid damned stories that were spreading about its huge, mysterious 
leader. He'd brought her there right in the midst of it all... his 
precious Jeannie, exposing her to the worst possible side of the valley. 
He hadn't been thinking... couldn't, damnit! He'd been that far gone... 
completely and totally in love... if that term could accurately describe 
what had happened to him.
   Hell, for himself, he wasn't sorry. Like any man, he was too damned 
lustful. But for the exotically precious young woman he held snugly 
embraced against him, he couldn't help feel genuine concern. Christ, he 
loved her so damned much! If only he'd used his head, or heart, instead 
of his brainless hard cock to do his thinking!
   "You're awake, aren't you, Darling," he heard her softly whisper in a 
statement rather than a question. "I could tell by the way your hand 
began to squeeze and stroke my breast."
   "Y-yes," he breathed, feeling her trying to cuddle her intoxicating, 
nakedness back against him even closer, her smooth little hand holding 
his that was intently clutching the firm resilience of the unbelievably 
full mounds on her chest.
   A revived sensation of desire charged through him at the meaningful 
squirm of her satin-smooth buttocks back against his cock between them, 
causing it to lurch into the first stages of re-hardness and she 
passionately whimpered. He kissed the crown of her head, even as 
thoughts of Link Morgan, Lydia Newell, and the ferocious dog-pack with 
its wild leader raced through it. Why he should think of them, and 
especially a brute animal at such a time, was unanswerable! She was so 
beautiful, so softly luscious, so absolutely feminine!
   "W-what's bothering you, Darling?" she whispered.
   "You. Just you, Baby... nothing else."
   "Oh darling..." she said, kissing his hand. "I-I know you want to 
mean that... but there's something else on your mind... Already, I can 
tell, and I've only known you two-months. You can't lie to me, Mark... 
not ever... Please? What is it? Let me worry with you? Isn't that part 
of our life together?"
   He didn't answer right away. Then: "Of course, Baby. I'll always tell 
you," he lied, feeling protective in the act. "Minor things, really... 
day to day details that I have to be concerned with..."
   "What about the dogs?" she asked in a hushed tone.
   "The dogs?"
   "The wild-pack everyone is talking about that raid the sheep?"
   "What about them? It happens all the time."
   "Not according to the women in the neighborhood," she quietly 
replied. "Old Granny Obert said something about it being a hundred years 
ago when the valley was first settled that dogs actually ran wild like 
this. And... and she insists that... that they had the same leader..."
   "Good Lord, Jean! You can't believe that medieval nonsense! Dammit, 
those pipe-smoking, nursing-home cases ought to be carted away!" Mark 
snapped, rolling onto his back and letting free of her breast.
   Immediately, Jean turned over, crowding close to hug him. He could 
see her lovely heart-shaped face by the light of the half-moon filtering 
in through their open window.
   "Well, don't get angry with me, Sweetheart," she entreated. "I'm only 
trying to tell the deputy sheriff what's circulating around town..."
   "The deputy sheriff can't do a damned thing in this little burg!" he 
snapped, not meaning to sound angry. "His jurisdiction begins at its 
town-limits. Inside those barriers, Chief of Police Link Morgan enforces 
the law... such as it is..."
   "Darling, Darling, please? You're beginning to sound mean."
   "I don't intend to... I'm sorry," he said, his brain suddenly filled 
with the memory of the three boys he'd picked up for pushing dope at the 
Valley High School. He'd turned them over to Link and nothing had 
happened yet, not even a hearing before Judge Collins... but then, even 
the Judge was on Link's pay, wasn't he. Goddamnit, how could you 
maintain law and the citizens' rightful peace in an area like this with 
such as Link Morgan and the Newells? They controlled! Damnit, sometimes 
he was tempted to ask Sheriff Hester for a transfer! He would if it 
wasn't for his Dad... dead now, killed by Link's accidental hunting 
bullet! Yeah, he would because of Jeannie, but he knew he'd never be 
able to forgive himself! The sons of bitches! Goddamnit, he never should 
have brought her there until it was all cleared!
   The telephone interrupted his thoughts. Jean let free of him as he 
fumbled for the light-switch then the instrument setting on the table 
beside him. She tensed as it rang again. There had been only a few such 
night calls since their marriage, but each of them had been serious 
enough to take him from her... auto accidents... a robbery... and...
   "What the hell are you saying, Doc?" she heard Mark incredulously 
blurt out. "The Purcell girl... Link Morgan's niece? My God... did he 
maul her? What? Th-that's impossible! I can't believe... listen, I'll be 
right there, Doc! Have you called Link? Okay... okay, I'll be right 
over!"
   Jean could hardly believe the appalled expression wrenching the 
handsome features of her husband's rugged face. He was staring at her, 
but frighteningly not seeing her, she realized. Whatever it was all 
about, the knowledge of it had actually drained the blood from his 
chiseled features!
   "Wh-what is it, Mark?" she hesitantly asked, sitting upright in the 
bed and pulling the sheet up over her nakedness as he hurriedly bolted 
to the floor and began to dress.
   "What? Oh... an accident, Honey... there's been an accident... 
nothing for you to worry about," he managed after a moment, as if her 
were pacifying a child.
   He was lying and she blew it, that thought alone sending an icy chill 
along her naked spine. He would never he, only to protect her, or keep 
her from worrying... "A-Annie Purcell, you said... and... and did he 
maul her... please, Darling, tell me the truth?"
   "Damnit, Jean, it's nothing for you to concern yourself with!" he 
snapped as he strapped on his holstered pistol, then went to the closet 
and brought out his shotgun. His sharpness of tone, rather than 
offending her, only added to her anxiety. "Just go to sleep... and I'll 
be back as quick as I can..."
   He started out the door, then, as if on second thought, crossed the 
room to close their bedroom window, that surprising act almost 
completely unnerving her.
   "Why did you do that?" she brusquely questioned. "Would you like to 
have me suffocate here in my ignorance, too?"
   She saw him swallow tightly and move toward the bed, bending down to 
kiss her. "Please, Baby... I can't explain now... there isn't time. I've 
got to get over to Doc Emory's," he said, stroking her back as he warmly 
kissed her lips. "Just trust me and do as I ask... all right?"
   "Al-all right, Darling... I'm sorry..."
   "I know... now try to get some sleep... and don't worry."
   "I-I'II try," she promised as he smiled back one last time before 
disappearing through the doorway.

                 *  *  *

   Some dozen men in hasty dress had gathered in front of the Doctor's 
house
when Mark drove up. Most of them were carrying rifles or shotguns, and 
the
others, he assumed, were armed one way or another. He snapped his own 
shotgun
into its accessible bracket and stepped from the patrol car.
   "Hello, Mark," a naselish voice he recognized as Fred Clark's 
greeted, the tall, thin man approaching him. "I found her... stumbling 
along Cypress Street, naked as a plucked little jay-bird and filthy 
dirty, poor kid..."
   "Had she been mauled, Fred?" Mark questioned, repeating the question 
that Doc Emory had not answered.
   "Hell... couldn't tell for sure," the other replied. "Didn't see any 
blood, but she was crazy, hysterical... moaning that the goddamned brute 
had raped her! The wife and I both heard her scream. We only live a 
hundred yards or so from that cellar, you know!"
   "Is Link inside?" Mark interrupted him.
   "Yeah, and right ready to kill," the informant said. "Cripes, I never 
saw him so wild, Mark!"
   The tall deputy pressed through the gathering, moving up the walkway 
toward the lighted porch. He still couldn't believe it, and would not 
until Doc Emory repeated his affirmation. Cripes, such goddamned things 
didn't happen, except in old wives' tales!
   "Come in, Mark," Mrs. Emory invited in a hushed voice, opening the 
door in her night robe. "They're in the living room. The poor girl is 
sleeping... Doctor gave her a sedative."
   "Thanks, Mrs. Emory," Mark nodded, moving toward the raised sound of 
Link Morgan's gruff voice. The barrel-chested, unshaven man was dressed 
in his usual non-uniform of khaki shirt open at the collar, leather 
hunting pants and boots. He'd been drinking; his small colorless eyes 
were bloodshot and his shock of white hair uncombed. To Mark, he always 
looked like a man in his sixties, rather than pre-fifty, the result, 
undoubtedly, of his own dissipation.
   "Hello, Doc," Mark greeted the slight, mustached physician first, 
then with a nod: "Link. What happened... how is she?"
   "I'll tell you what happened, Blakely! That goddamned wild 
sonofabitch dog raped my niece, and I'm going to hang its hide as high 
as that bitch on the flagpole in front of town-hall! Only first, I'm 
going to rip the bastard's nuts off!" Link bitterly snarled, addressing 
the fact that Mark had warned him against taking an armed posse into his 
jurisdiction again for any reason.
   Mrs. Emory had started to enter the room, but quickly left at the 
Chief of Police's lurid choice of words. Mark bit at his lower lips, 
forcefully controlling himself. He said: "What are your findings, 
Doctor?"
   The slight, aging bald man solemnly nodded, giving medical credence 
to the broad-shouldered police-chief's ranting version. "No doubt about 
it, Mark... the beast actually attacked her. Its animal semen was 
present in my examination. Surprisingly, it didn't harm her in any other 
way... oh a few scratches, but they could have occurred when it tore the 
clothing from her. Actually, she's suffering mostly from shock. I've 
given her a sedative. She's sleeping in my office..."
   "You mean, the dog literally ripped the clothing from her?" Mark 
asked in disbelief.
   "You're fucking well told he did!" Link roared, raising a waterglass 
half-filled with liquor to his lips that he had undoubtedly wheedled 
from the doctor. He gulped half of it, breathing in shortened rasps as 
he glared at the deputy. "Shredded the goddamned panties and everything 
else right off her, and Fred Clark was there when I gathered 'em up! I 
tell you again, Blakely, that devil from hell's got to die! It ain't 
enough that the pack is killing the sheep, now they're attacking young, 
innocent girls and fucking 'em like bitches! You tell me that bastard 
ain't some kind of evil spirit Tom Satan, himself?"
   "You're talking like an ass, Link!" Mark short-temperedly replied. "I 
don't know the answer but there has to be one! Maybe... maybe Annie can 
give it to us when she's herself again..."
   "You go to hell, Blakely!" the powerful man snarled, stomping about 
the room, then gulping the remainder of his drink. "I, for one, ain't 
waiting for that evil sonofabitch to attack another girl in Crescent 
Valley! I aim to do something about it, whether you lay sanction or not! 
I'm forming a posse and going out!"
   "There'll be no posse, Link... unless I call for them," Mark calmly 
interrupted him. "I won't tolerate the brutal torture of animals, even 
vicious ones, the way you did last night. Out there is my territory, and 
I intend to guard it. I don't intend to have a bunch of liquor-whipped 
maniacs riding those hills with rifles and shotguns. If you remember, 
Link, that's the way my father died!"
   "Wh-what the hell are you saying, boy? That was an accident!" the 
huge man spat, well aware of the deputy sheriff's meaning. "Christ, 
could I help it if he wore a jacket the same color as that cougar? 
You... you think I meant to shoot him?"
   "Here, here... both of you, stop!" Doc Emory stepped in. "You're 
letting this get the best of you. I know it's a horrible situation, but 
you must try to work together... for the good of the community!"
   Mark tightly swallowed. He wasn't pleased with his own outburst. "Of 
course, you're right, Doc. I'm sorry," he said, watching the little 
man's slow, understanding smile. "I'll place a call to the conservation 
department immediately. This is their problem..."
   "Problem!" Link blurted. "Their problem! You go to hell, Blakely! 
This is my problem, and every man, woman, and child in this valley! That 
fucking brute raped my niece and I don't intend to sit back while some 
square-headed tree-planter decides to do something about it! You've got 
twenty-four hours, deputy, and you better hope to Christ that son of 
Satan doesn't attack another girl!" he roared, slamming his glass down 
hard onto a table before storming toward the doorway. There, he turned 
one final time. "I warn you... twenty-four hours... and then I defy any 
man in this valley to stop me!" Mark stood straight and silent, 
listening to the big man's heavy foot-falls, and finally the unnecessary 
crash of the front door shutting behind him. In all truth, if everything 
Doc had said was accurate, he was hardly sure he could blame the police 
chief... except that he was drunk, or nearly so...
   "He's upset, Mark," Doc said, breaking the silence. "You know Link... 
spontaneous and gruff. He only knows one way..."
   "An outmoded way, I'm afraid," Mark replied, sighing and taking a 
half-turn around the room.
   "Would you like a drink?" the physician invited.
   "No thanks. I'd like a bit more information, though."
   "Shoot."
   "Y-you're certain the dog actually raped her? "
   The little man made a shrugging motion. "How certain can you be?
Intercourse, yes. The presence of the dog's sperm... yes... absolutely!"
   "But he didn't hurt hers Doc," the deputy enthusiastically pressed. 
"You said there were no marks of such..."
   "None. Positively none! And I am as amazed as you are, Mark. It... it 
seems almost diabolical, doesn't it?"
   "I-I don't know, Doc... Christ, I really don't know what to think," 
Mark heard himself reply his mind whirling. "Those... those crazy tales 
that women like Granny Obert whisper... about the brute having done the 
same thing a hundred years ago... damn! How old is she, anyway?"
   "Ninety four-five-six... somewhere in there... she would, or could 
remember," Doc Emory softly answered. "She's mentioned it to me, you 
know... the leader, I mean, with that old Roman medallion around his 
neck..."
   "Do you believe it, Doc?"
   The little man offered an excusing smile. "I'm a doctor, Mark... 
forty years a practitioner... I believe only what I see, feel, taste... 
know to be fact."
   Mark felt a cold shiver move over him. Ridiculous, he angrily 
thought... except that he had seen the medallion, too! He said: "Her 
mentality... Granny Obert's, I mean, what would you say to it, Doc?"
   "Hmmmm, keen... especially for a woman her age, Mark. Very, very 
keen..."
   "Yeah... I thought so... I've talked to her, too... but I wish she'd 
leave Jeannie alone," Mark said, slowly folding downward onto the edge 
of the davenport. "It... it can't be true... can it, Doc?"
   The little man had poured himself a glass of wine. He quietly sat 
himself into a chair across from Mark, sipped first, then stared off 
beyond. "I truly don't know how to answer you, Mark. I've spent a 
lifetime in my profession and this is the first case of its nature I've 
ever encountered. I have to deal only with the facts, I repeat, that's 
the nature of my profession. Yours requires more, and that's your 
problem, if I may. But to answer you, Mr. Deputy Sheriff... can it be 
true? I say, everything is true until it's proven false... and that's 
the law of the universe!"
   "But... but... it can't be, Doc? Christ, it can't be!"
   The little man smiled and nodded as he plucked at the end of his 
mustache. "I know," he said, "I know..."



Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 3


   The fear that hung heavy over the town of Crescent Valley was 
reflected in the faces of its citizenry the following morning. On the 
streets, in the shops and within its several bars, men gathered to 
recount the terrifying rape of little Annie Purcell in solicitous tones 
punctuated with vile curses, their anger at Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely 
for refusing to allow a hunting posse into the hills, an open vent for 
their concealed inner-panic. Something had to be done and right away! It 
wasn't just a matter of protecting their livestock any longer, not when 
a ferocious wild dog dared to slink into town and with incredible 
beastliness actually force a defenseless young girl to her knees and 
rape her right on the streets!
   "Hunt the bastards down, I say!" a whiskey drinking, sallow faced 
customer at the bar of the Crescent Inn Tavern exclaimed with fist-
thumping emphasis. "Chief Morgan's right! Take a posse into those hills 
and gun the sonsofbitches!"
   "Easier said than done, Dirk," a second drinker put in. "I was with 
'em the other night when Link got the fawn bitch. That pack's as 
tricky's a bevy of minx. If it hadn't been that she was pregnant, the 
bitch would've gotten away, too... and she was running alongside the big 
German Shepherd with the gold medal..."
   "You saw that medal... I mean actually saw it with your own eyes?" 
the first drinker questioned.
   "Hell yes, I saw it! Didn't I say so?" the second one proudly 
insisted.
"A big friggin' brute he is too, I'll tell you!"
   "The way I hear it, the Purcell girl saw that thing around the dog's 
neck last night when it... it attacked her!" the first drinker said, his 
liquored eyes growing slanted, a certain lewd glint mingled with 
uneasiness mirrored in them.
   "I hadn't heard that," the other replied; then, lowering his voice 
and leaning closer, he added with an obscene little grin: "But if it was 
that big bastard, she sure got that tight young pussy of hers full up 
with cock, I'll tell you!"
   "Watch it, here comes Link," the first drinker warned. "Morning, 
Chief.
How's little Annie?"
   "As well's can be expected," the big man glowered, accepting the 
space at the middle of the bar the group quickly made for him. "Poor 
kid's still half scared to death. Sits in a corner staring out the 
window when she ain't crying. Goddamnit, I'll tell you straight out, I'm 
going to get that fucking brute, and when I do it'll wish it'd never 
been born!"
   "What do you mean, Link, a posse?"
   "That's the only way, and you all know it as well as I do!" the burly 
police chief snapped.
   "What about Mark Blakely, Chief?" someone questioned.
   "He's got twenty-four hours to do whatever he's going to!" Link 
authoritatively replied. "And if he ain't brought in that beast and its 
raping pack by then, I'm getting together a bunch of guns to go up into 
those hills with me, and I guarantee you that I'll bring the fucking 
bastard back!"
   You're right, Link... ain't he, boys?" someone loudly prompted, 
raising an enthusiastic clamor of approvals... as if in numbers they had 
lessened the uncanny menace they shared in fear...
   While in kitchens throughout the town, and over backyard fences, 
women spoke in whispering, apprehensive tones, their unhideable anxiety 
causing their voices to tremble, as did those of the children and 
teenagers walking in groups toward the schools, their young faces ashen 
with frightened expressions. No one of the small town's populace had 
seemed to have been spared their share of the spectral horror, Jean 
thought, hurrying toward the Obert's down the street, determined to 
learn what she could from the withered, pipe-smoking old lady who stared 
blindly from her rocking-chair and spoke in an aged, cackly voice.
   Jean had fitfully slept without Mark beside her the remainder of the 
night, and at dawn when he'd finally arrived home, his haggard face had 
frightened her. In reluctant bits and pieces while she'd prepared his 
breakfast, he'd choked out scraps of the abominable rape, leaving her to 
piece them together and stare at her young husband in shocked awe. Then, 
before she could question him further, he was on his feet and moving 
toward the door.
   "You're not leaving now, Mark? Darling, you haven't slept all night. 
You must be exhausted..."
   "I'm fine, Baby," he'd replied forcing a smile as he bent down to 
kiss her. "I've got some things to do... should be back in a few hours."
   "Mark... please... there's something terribly weird and unreal about 
all of this, and I'm not exactly an educated scaredy-cat... but why 
don't you talk to Granny Obert?"
   "Please, Jean!" he had snapped her up short. "I've got enough to 
contend with this morning without listening to a conglomeration of 
stupid myths. Why don't you bake a pie, or something? l won't be too 
long..."
   And with that, he was gone, his patrol car "laying rubber" as the 
teenagers said, when he'd sped away from the curb. She'd been angry, but 
that, too, had soon passed once she had reviewed what he'd told her, the 
terrifying story bringing her to sit on the edge of a chair before the 
wrinkled, parchment-like skinned woman who puffed incessantly at a corn-
cob pipe.
   "Heh!" the old woman grunted, her mouth spreading wide in a display 
of toothless gums. "I futured you coming Jean Blakely. Saw you in this 
old brain o' mine... an' I know why, too! It's him, Caesar, the wild 
one, ain't it, girl?"
   "Th-the dog... the leader... yes. Is that his name?" Jean heard 
herself question, her voice trembling at the aged woman's revelations 
and tone, watching the other rhythmically rock her chair in tempo to her 
puffing at the pipe.
   "Yes... that was his name then... and that's it now," she cackled. 
"You can see it on the medallion... the eagle, the symbol of the Roman 
battle standard... and the name... Caesar! Near... near a century ago, 
girl, when... when I was just a squallin' child, he came with his 
pack... but I remember... remember well! Yes... I remember well!"
   "He... they... the pack came last night, Granny," Jean said, fighting 
the dryness of her throat. "A girl... a young girl was raped... actually 
raped by him, or one of them!"
   "It was him! He did it! Caesar... and I can tell you why!" the little 
wizened woman said, momentarily leaning forward. "They killed his mate! 
Link Morgan, that filthy brute killed Caesar's mate! Revenge, girl! 
That's what he come for, revenge!"
   "But... but... my God, Granny, you're talking about... a... a dog!"
   For a long moment, the aged woman didn't answer, only puffed 
unseeingly at her pipe as she rocked. Then: "Thinking, young lady... 
that's what I been doing. Tryin' to decipher the most positive way to 
make you understand." She doubtingly shook her head. "It ain't the same 
anymore... young folk just don't listen..."
   "Please, Granny, tell me!" Jean pleaded.
   Again, the old woman sat in silence, letting spurts of bluish, 
tobacco smoke out with colorless lip-popping sounds. Then: "All right, 
little golden girl, I'll tell you! But don't question me... just accept, 
or forget what I tell you. Understand?"
   "Y-yes, Granny... I understand..."
   "Well then, he ain't just a dog... oh, he's a dog now, and has been 
that for a century or more... but he ain't just a dog!"
   "Wh-What?"
   "Hush up and listen, girl, 'cause I'm only going to tell you this 
once!" the small, shriveled woman exclaimed. "What he was before, or 
what he'll be again, ain't important either. What he is right now is 
what counts! And he's a beautiful animal, wearing the medallion he once 
earned 2,000 years ago in battle! Yes, he raped the Purcell girl, and 
there may well be more! They won't catch him, stop him, shoot him... and 
neither will they drive him off! This was his valley a hundred years 
ago, and well do I remember that! A handful of people lived in the 
settlement, and my own daddy was the lawman! Posses went out to hunt the 
raiders when the sheep were killed, and time after time they rode in 
exhausted, and empty-handed. There was no catching the wild-pack, let 
alone its leader... a great German Shepherd with a medallion around its 
neck!"
   "M-My God! Are you saying that this... this Caesar was their?" Jean 
cried, spellbound in her spine-chilling, mesmerization.
   "Hush, girl! Hear me out this one time!" the old woman insisted, 
lowering her voice. "Soon, my daughter will make you leave... so listen 
now! My mother was a Cherokee squaw. My father, an Indian trader, bought 
her and took her away from her people... brought her here and claimed 
land in the valley. When Caesar and the pack came, she warned him about 
what would happen, but he didn't believe her. Girls were raped, and 
scared, drunken men died in the hunt, shooting each other as they tried 
to destroy the pack! But there was no destruction, no elimination of 
that passel of wild beasts! Nothing... until one day they suddenly left 
of their own accord... but with them went my mother and several more 
Crescent Valley women and girls... went of their own accord because they 
wanted to... and to what, blonde girl? To what?... heh... what do you 
think?"
   Jean could only sit there and gape at her unseeing, aged, story-
teller in breathless awe. She shook her lovely head as if to throw off 
the illusory cobwebs the old woman had spun. It had to be the monotone 
of her voice, Jean thought, getting to her feet. She had nearly 
hypnotized her!
   "I know... I know," Granny Obert said, rocking her chair and puffing 
at her pipe. "You've decided I'm some sort of old witch, haven't you, 
Jeannie girl! Well... that's the first stages of belief, my mother used 
to tell me... recognizing a witch when you see one!"
   The withered woman was still laughing when she left, rocking, 
smoking, laughing, and Jean doubted if she'd heard her goodbye... but 
that hardly mattered to her. As she waked slowly toward her own house, 
she was only concerned with how soon Mark would return home...

                 *  *  *

   "Let's have another round of drinks, here, Ted!" Link Morgan ordered,
grinning and massaging his heavy-bearded chin. "The men are with me. 
Blakely
has twenty-four hours... and that takes him up to shortly after midnight
tonight... then, we take over. Right, boys?"
   "Right!" the resounding answers came from the men moving in tight to 
the bar for their free drinks.
   "Take over what, Link?" Mark questioned, standing inside the doorway 
to the Inn's barroom. "What do you have in mind?"
   Slowly, the powerful, barrel-chested man turned to face his chosen 
enemy, his drinking cohorts falling into a sudden silence. A dozen, 
maybe more, verbal retaliations raced through Link Morgan's brain at 
that particular moment. But none of them seemed appropriate. He ran his 
tongue wetly over his thick lower lip and said, "The girl raped was my 
niece, Deputy! Had it been that new young wife of yours with her cunt 
split wide open by that dog, how would you feel?"
   Mark stood fast, his strong face ungiving. But he hadn't expected 
that jab. He took several steps into the room and stopped again, his 
tired brain racing for answers. He suddenly had a whole town to placate, 
he realized.
   "I'm not questioning the nightmare that's happened, Link," he replied 
in a level tone. "There isn't a man in here, along with myself, who 
doesn't feel the utmost sympathy for Annie... and who doesn't want to 
see that dog pack destroyed! But it has to be... is going to be, done by 
proper authorities! Just as I told you last night, Link, I don't intend 
to see a flock of wild, half-drunken men with rifles and shotguns out 
there blazing away at each other!"
   The big man resoundingly set his drink on me bar, turning fully to 
face the uniformed deputy sheriff. Accordingly, his own shrewd brain was 
racing for answers. He said: "And supposing your proper authorities 
don't bring that sonofobitch down, Deputy? Suppose we move into another 
night when wild dogs can slink into town and gang-fuck young, innocent 
girls?"
   "I've thought of that, too," Mark replied. "The best thing I believe 
we can do is post armed sentries... volunteers to guard the streets..."
   "Oh Christ, that's wonderful!" Link grinned. "Now, we've got to put 
guards on our streets to safeguard our homes and families!"
   'That ain't a bad idea, Chief," one of the big man's friends put in.
   "Shut up!" Link barked at him without moving his head.
   Mark couldn't help but momentarily relive the episode of his Dad's 
controversy with Link Morgan in this very room those seven years past! 
And that had been over nothing more than a sporting bet on a horse race, 
one word leading to another until they'd met bare-chested in the street 
and his father had unmercifully beaten Link with his fists. Less than 
two weeks later, his dad had been accidentally shot on a cougar-hunting 
posse... shot and killed by Link Morgan!
   "It's your jurisdiction, Link," Mark said, moving further into the 
room.
"Do whatever you think best. That was only a suggestion."
   "Some goddamned situation when you've got to post sentries in a 
modern town to protect its citizens!" the gray-haired, huge man spat, 
picking up his drink. "You might just as well know, Blakely, that I've 
called Frank Hester about this! I don't think he's going to sanction any 
wild dog pack raping a town's women, either!"
   "Deputy Blakely! Sir... telephone!" Ted Green, the bartender 
motioned.
"You can take it in the lobby... right over there, Sir."
   "Thanks," Mark replied, thinking of Link calling the Sheriff as he 
walked toward the phone booth. He'd undoubtedly done it, all right, 
called Sheriff Hester at the County Seat to try and throw some weight 
around. But Mark wasn't worried about that. Sheriff Frank Hester had 
taken link Morgan's measure a long time back. Frank was a dedicated man, 
unmoved by politics... "Hello," he said, tiredly reclining against the 
booth's wall.
   "Mark?" an unmistakable feminine voice questioned.
   "Yes, Lydia, this is Mark," he answered, suddenly wondering what had 
kept her from calling this long. "How are you?"
   "So so, I suppose... but that isn't why I called you, Mr. Deputy," 
the husky female voice proclaimed. "We lost four sheep and three dogs 
last night. The sheep we can stand, Darling, the dogs... no. It's that 
goddamned pack again. What're you going to do about it?"
   "Join it, I think."
   "What?"
   "Nothing... just babbling. I'll be out to take a look?"
   "Well... I'd hoped you might. How's the new married existence?"
   Mark detected the acid in her tone. "Beautiful," he snapped. 
"Absolutely beautiful!"
   "She doesn't befit you, Markey baby," the throaty voice came back, 
evenly, yet cutting. "From what they tell he, she's quite a doll. Has 
the appearance of being unplucked... that right, Darling?"
   He sensed the hackles on the nape of his neck rising. "I'll be right 
along, Lydia."
   "And I'll be at the front gate waiting with two horses and a picnic 
lunch. It's all up on the west range, Lover."
   "Never mind any lunches," he said, remembering the untold number they 
had partaken of on the A and B. "I only have a few minutes..." and 
that's what he repeated as he climbed onto the back of the waiting 
sorrel she had readied for him. "I only have a few minutes, Lydia..."
   "I know," the auburn haired girl in riding shirt, blouse and boots 
replied, sitting tall and lovely in the saddle and holding her big bay 
with skilled horsemanship. "Word carries fast here in the valley, 
Deputy. My hands tell me that Annie Purcell was deflowered last night, 
and by dear old Caesar."
   Mark couldn't help but glare at her severly attractive young face. 
"That's not to be taken lightly, Miss Newell," he snapped, reining the 
sorrel to his presence on the animal's back, and simultaneously weighing 
his proximity to this twenty-six year old girl he'd known too many 
years. "The town's is in an uproar."
   "I'd expect that... with Link Morgan spiking it. Right?
   "Right."
   "Well... while that Caesar bastard was cavorting in town his uglies 
were raising hell with our sheep, Darling," she said, her large green 
eyes engulfing him. "We can stand the herd loss, but they killed three 
of my best dogs. Something has to be done, Mark."
   "We're contemplating that, Lydia," Mark said, heeling the sorrel into 
motion. "In the meantime, you can make a government claim for your 
losses..."
   "Oh? don't be ridiculous, Lover. You know me better than that... 
besides, I wouldn't know how to begin without Daddy here," she answered, 
moving along beside him in a walk, making him remember the untold, 
numerous hours and days they had spent together.
   He might have married her, he abruptly thought; it had been that 
intimately close between them. In fact, he'd carried the supposition for 
years... before he'd come to realize that he was below her station. He 
said:
"Is Aaron still in Australia?"
   "The last I heard... but he was contemplating a trip to Spain. Seems 
if he's met a senorita of sorts who inspires him... and you know 
Daddy..."
   "Not really... but I tried, you'll have to admit that," Mark 
countered with a smile.
   "Ohhh... come on, Baby," Lydia laughed. "You were too close to the 
family not to read every one of us, eh?"
   "Maybe... maybe you're right, Lyd," he answered, his tired mind 
rehashing it all. "Maybe you are right! All the way down to the 
marrow... and now, let's get a look at those dead animals, eh?"
   "What did you mean by that... all of the bullshit, I mean! What?" she 
vulgarly snapped at him. "Right down to the marrow... what?"
   "The west range, you said?" Mark questioned, purposefully half-
rearing the sorrel before again digging his heels into her flanks. "I'm 
going to give her a run! She's aching! Stay with me and take the lead, 
eh?"
   With that, he was gone, the powerful animal readily stretching its 
legs into a gallop as he expertly posted with it. Ahead lay the rolling, 
lower greened hills with the great ones beyond where the wild dog pack 
wandered, and he couldn't help but think of those night creatures as he 
raced forward in the warmth of the morning sunlight. There could never 
be anything sinister here, he thought, his weary brain coming alive 
again as the great animal raced beneath him and the fresh morning air 
whipped at his face!
   He let her go her limit, never reining her waiting for her to fall 
into her stride... a lope and finally a keen, uphill walk. Lydia brought 
the bay up beside him, drawing the animal to a similar walk.
   "Was that supposed to be a race?" she lightly taunted.
   "Hell, you know better. This gal wanted to run and I gave her head.
Where're the dead animals?"
   "Back there. A mile or better... but what's the difference? You 
believe me, don't you?" she said, suddenly swinging down from her mount 
and making toward tethering it.
   "Whoa, Baby," Mark commanded, then swung down, moving around to 
manipulate the harness for the sorrel to graze. After, he saw a likely 
spot with a backing-rock and dropped before it, considering the hard 
mound as a pillow. In seconds, Lydia was beside him... and he'd expected 
that.
   "Sort of like old times isn't it, Darling?" she huskily whispered, 
stretching out so that their bodies touched.
   "Sort of... but not quite, Lydia," he managed, tugging a rare 
cigarette from his inside pocket and lighting it. "You were supposed to 
take the lead back there... take us to the animals, and you didn't. 
That's par. You couldn't care less about the dead sheep and dogs... and 
that's par. You know I have to come at something like this, it's my job, 
and you planned to use me... that's par. So... here we are... a pair of 
people, boy-girl, surrounded with the perfect environment..."
   "And that's par," she said, raising up over him and looking down into 
his face. "Now, that you've analyzed it all, Doctor Blakely, may I kiss 
you?"
   "I-I love her!" Mark blurted. "When I left here, I had no idea it was 
going to happen, but it did! I love her!'
   "You belonged to me when you left!" Lydia hissed down into his face.
"Four years we loved, played, fucked! I sucked your cock dry a hundred 
times!
Now, you walk away from me like this?"
   "None of that matters!" he managed, realizing the ridiculousness of 
his statement. "I mean... Christ, I love her, Lydia!"
   "And me... what am I? Some sort of forgotten whore?"
   "D-Damnit... let's face the truth for once!" Mark gasped, struggling 
to sit upright. "You wanted someone to play with and you had him! No 
marriage, Lydia... face it, I was beneath your station! Wasn't I? And 
the guy whose cock you were sucking wanted just a little bit more... 
like a wife... and maybe, even kids of his own! So... that's what's 
happened, eh? That's what's happened!"
   "You're a bastard, Mark Blakely... but I love you!" she hotly 
whispered into his face. "I've always loved you!"
   "Your father wouldn't let you love me... even when I wanted it that 
way!" Mark returned, lying back once more and dragging at his cigarette. 
"And he knew more than both of us... because we never could've made it, 
Lyd...noway... noway!"
   "Oh... oh, damn you!" she hissed, rolling toward him and smoothing 
her hand upward along his inner thigh. "You say these things to me when 
I want to make love to you... I want your cock... I want you the way it 
used to be!"
   "It can't be that way, Lyd," he said, grasping her arm trying to 
entwine around his neck. "Don't you understand? I love her... my 
Jeannie... I love her!"
   She sat upright with an abruptness that startled him. The depth of 
her greenish eyes in rage spat obsessive fire down at him. "You're mine, 
you bastard! I don't give a damn about your Jeannie!" she swore, and he 
felt her hand knowingly caressing at the front of his pants!
   Mark made an effort toward stopping her, but she counteracted that by 
dropping down onto him, snatching the cigarette from his lips and 
flattening the firm mounds of her firm, braless breasts against his 
chest, her hot, moistened lips finding his in an opened-mouth kiss. Her 
tiny, familiar tongue heatedly wormed its way between his lips while her 
hand continued to eagerly stroke the length of his uncontrollably 
hardening cock between them. He could have forced her off him, both of 
them knew that... could have fought it right then and there, but he 
didn't! Instead, he realized that he was suddenly returning her 
passionate kiss thrusting his tongue into her sweet-tasting mouth in 
blind, rapidly building lust!
   His brain struggled, but he knew it was useless... he'd been there 
before! She was unzipping the fly of his pants, and then he felt her 
smooth, claiming hand easing inside, beyond the cotton of his shorts, 
its knowing fingers warmly encircling the now blood-engorged thickness 
of his long, swollen cock! He grunted into her mouth at the erotic 
caress, letting his arms move around her, his hands smoothing over the 
small of her back and downward beyond her slender waist to the rising 
swell of her skirt-covered buttocks.
   She broke their kiss, staring almost triumphantly down into his face, 
the lustful desire in her burning, green eyes causing them to glow like 
polished ovals of jade. "You may love your Jeannie... but you need me, 
Darling!" she hissed in a throaty whisper. "You'll always want Lydia, 
because she knows how to make love to you... knows what you want and 
need... knows how much you love to have your cock licked and sucked by a 
warm wet mouth!"
   "D-Damn you, Lyd... you sexy bitch!" he choked, working her loose, 
riding skirt up to find her lush, rounded buttocks unsurprisingly naked 
beneath, their soft, yielding resilience warm and smooth to his 
clutching hands. "It isn't going to gain you a lousy point, you hear?"
   She tittered, her hot breath brushing his face. "We'll see, Baby," 
she hissed as she began to slither downward over him, her full, satiny 
buttocks slipping away from his kneading grasp.
   Mark watched with a blunted sense of crippled resistance as she moved 
backwards onto her knees, wedging them between his legs, her small hand 
still clinging to the rigid length of his hardened penis inside his 
pants. Christ, he never should have come there and he'd known it all 
along! He lifted his head when he felt her let go of his cock and 
quickly begin to unbuckle his belt. She knew her way, every inch of 
it... and him, he realized, as she tugged his trousers and shorts down 
over his hips, exposing his genitals completely to her. His towering 
cock cleaved skyward in its long, thick, rigid state that she had lewdly 
incited to hardness with calculated intentions.
   "Ah, darling... it hasn't changed a bit in the last ten weeks!" she 
luridly whispered her passion-glazed eyes fixed greedily as once more 
she wrapped her small, slender fingers around its pulsating hardness. 
"Just the way Lydia left it. You're new little bride, Jeannie, hasn't 
hurt it a bit... or doesn't she use it that often, Lover?"
   "D-Damnit!" Mark gasped. "Leave her out of this, Lyd! I-I ought to 
have my... my head examined... letting this happen!" He intended to say 
more, but couldn't get it out as she tauntingly smiled up at him and 
began to lustfully stroke his now rock-hard cock, sliding the heavy 
foreskin up and down, intermittently revealing the purplishly swollen 
tip.
   "Which head Mark darling?" Lydia obscenely questioned. "If you mean 
this one... I was just about to examine it for you!"
   With that, she lowered her face above his upthrusting length of 
hardened penial-flesh, one hand continuing to teasingly stroke it while 
with the other, she drew her nails beneath the vulnerably sensitive sac 
of his balls. Mark grunted aloud to the teasing stimulation, then saw 
her tiny, pink tongue dart out to lick hotly at the drop of seminal 
fluid seeping from the little slit at the tip of the sleekly pulsing 
head.
   "Mmmm... tastes as good as ever, too, Darling!" she wantonly 
whispered, beginning to lick it all over with smooth, sweeping tongue 
strokes.
   "L-listen to me, Lydia... I swear, it isn't going to work! he huskily 
warned. "You've tricked me for the last time! Don't you understand? I 
love her... I love Jeannie!"
   "Mmmm... of course, I understand, Baby... you're the one who 
doesn't!" she confidently tossed at him. 'But you will, Darling, once I 
remind you!"
   Mark sucked in his breath with the obscene sensations of pleasure her 
wet, eager tongue sent racing through him. All else in the world was 
suddenly obliterated from his lust-infused brain but the lustfully 
erotic act she was performing on him. Chills rippled up his spine, 
raising a groan from deep in his throat. She brought her moistened, soft 
lips down all of the way then, enclosing the entire sensitive head of 
his cock in a wet, heated pressure, their tensiled ripeness clasping 
like an elastic band just below the rim to trap it hungrily inside the 
hot, liquid cavern of her mouth.
   "Christ!" he choked, raising his head once more to stare down at her 
tightly locked lips. It was no use... no use! The sight of his hardness 
disappearing up into her widely ovalled mouth increased the sensation, 
as always; a thousand times. Damn, yes... yes, she knew his wants and 
needs only too well! If only Jean would... could learn to suck him like 
this... or even suck him at all! Now, she was skillfully massaging the 
soft, sperm weighted resilience of his balls with one hand, and stroking 
the thick base of his cock between thumb and forefinger of the other, 
while she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the 
velvety smoothness of her wetly heated tongue twirling maddeningly 
around it at the peak of the withdrawal, the fiery tip flicking 
provocatively across the split at its end. Uncontrollably, he flexed his 
buttocks, his eyes fixed on the lustful sight of her bobbing head below, 
his cock beginning to achingly throb to the depths of his groin.
   Christ, there was no fighting a sensual young bitch like this... 
especially when she had your cock-head in her mouth... and more 
especially when she knew every vein and wrinkle in it...
   Mark knew that she sensed his reactions by the way she began to suck 
with mounting intensity, the tips of her even, white teeth scraping 
gently into the resisting hardness of his cock. He could see their 
little white trails where they'd scraped the blood from beneath the 
surface of the skin. Then, she was slipping her hands beneath his 
buttocks to cup them in her small, warm palms trying to lift his loins 
up tighter to her slaving face! Her hot, liquid tongue rotated with 
growing fervor around the expanding cockhead and Mark realized that he 
was quickly heading toward the eruption point as she suddenly took 
almost all of it up into her hungrily working throat. Christ, he'd 
always been amazed that she didn't choke on it, but she never had... and 
on and on she sucked!
   Pleasureful waves of rising heat were ungovernably building in the 
intricate depths of his sperm-bloated balls. Lustfully, he watched her 
beautiful young face toiling with a hungry, omniverous desire about his 
wildly fired loins. He could see tiny rivulets of perspiration running 
in thin droplets from beneath her short, auburn hair and down her cheeks 
as she relentlessly sucked and strained to draw out the seething cum 
churning hotly below in his balls. The muscles in his stomach tightened 
until he felt they might snap from the pressure; still, he arched his 
back even further, shoving his aching cock deeper into the heated 
wetness of her voraciously sucking mouth. His breathing hissed from his 
lungs as he watched the thin, pink ridges of inner-flesh sensually 
pulling out from her lush lips which were clinging tightly to his 
inflamed rod of hardness.
   Mark grunted and strained in a maddening buildup of mounting lust, 
vaguely reasoning from a score of similar episodes passed, that for her, 
this was but the beginning, that she already envisioned the rest of the 
day to be spent accordingly, until her wildly insatiable passions were 
gluttonously fed... but it wasn't going to be that way... and maybe that 
would somehow bring an end to all of it!
   His own unrestrainable gasp wiped away the brief illusion of thought. 
Christ, the moment was there. A low, guttural sound arose from somewhere 
deep in his chest as he felt the scalding, sticky sperm beginning its 
furious charge from the sanctuary of his balls and begin squirting in 
fiery streams into her voraciously sucking mouth and throat! He watched 
her cheeks expanding and hollowing eagerly to his pumping cock, her 
adam's apple visually reacting in her lewd swallowing of the warm, 
flooding gushes. Ardently, she continued to suck his white-hot sperm 
into the caressing, wet softness of her mouth, while his hands clutched 
at her head, holding her fast against the throbbing heat of his cum-
spitting loins, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into the depths of 
her greedily milking throat. Once, she coughed, but quickly regained 
control, and he shot the last dwindling spurt from the tip of his 
rapidly deflating penis before collapsing back to earth. Reluctant to 
stop, she continued to nibble and suck, as if trying to draw the last 
tiny drop from the length of jerking male cock flesh that had gone limp 
in her mouth... and that's when he gently pushed her away.
   "Now, tell me that isn't worth some points, Darling..." Lydia began, 
starting to move up toward his face. She stopped right there, her green 
eyes widening in surprise when he elusively moved away and got to his 
feet, quickly zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. "Wh-What the 
hell do you think you're doing?"
   "I told you, Lyd... it's not going to work," Mark said, looking down 
at where she sat staring up at him in growing anger, the telltale trails 
of milky white sperm still coating her lips and chin. "It's no good... 
all over between us..."
   "No good! All over! Why... why, you sonofabitch! After you lay there 
and let me suck your cock till you came in my mouth you can say a thing 
like that to me... to me?" she spat in mounting viciousness, gaping up 
at him as if she refused to believe his statement. "Who the hell do you 
think you are?"
   Mark had no intentions of arguing with her. He felt low enough 
already at what had happened between them, but Christ knows, he hadn't 
wanted it to. He'd tried to avoid it... hadn't he?
   "Wait a minute, damn you?" Lydia shrieked after him as he walked to 
the sorrel. "Goddamn you, Mark Blakely! You can't do this to me! What 
sort of man are you anyway? I need you... right now... now! Come back 
here and fuck me!"
   Mark swung into the saddle before turning to see her brushing the 
back of her hand across her lips and chin, standing spread-legged with 
her eyes blazing in unfulfilled rage. "I'm sorry, Lydia, but it's just 
as I said. I love my wife! It's all over between us... and I wish I 
didn't have to prove it to you this way. I can only suggest you find 
another stud to play with!"
   She was wildly running toward him as he heeled the sorrel's flanks 
and the big animal raced off with a sudden spurt, galloping downhill 
with sure-footed agility.
   "You... you sonofabitch!" he heard her scream. "Goddamn you Mark 
Blakely... I'll have your nuts for this! I swear I will! I'll have your 
nuts!" she screamed after him until the sorrel's pounding hooves drowned 
her voice. But he didn't know that he could blame her. It was a 
miserable thing he'd done... yet, how else did you handle a possessive 
vixen like Lydia Newell, except in the only vein she understood... sex! 
And how the hell was he going to tell Jeannie... because he knew he had 
to... otherwise, whatever it was they had between them would be 
worthless! Yes, he had to tell her... but how, he sickeningly thought, 
the faint, screeching voice of the young woman still threateningly 
audible even with the wind rushing past his ears!


Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 4



   It was a reluctant Link Morgan who agreed to the town council's 
adoption of Mark's suggested plan to post sentries throughout the 
streets that night. To the powerfully built police chief, it was more 
than a matter of stubborn pride, plus the fact that he'd been 
overshadowed right in his own bailiwick. Then, adding insult to injury, 
they had enraged him by insisting he accept the deputy sheriffs 
assistance and that their offices share authority within the town limits 
until this pillaging crisis was passed.
   Actually, the barrel-chested law official had feared such a forced 
affiliation from the beginning, the fact that his department consisted 
of two elderly and worthless special policemen who were capable of 
nothing more than traffic duty on holidays. He wanted no outside element 
nosing around his private domain, especially a trained lawman the likes 
of Mark Blakely who might just accidentally stumble onto one of his 
profit-making operations. This was the reason he had so rabidly tried to 
gain the citizen's help in forming a posse, and he'd felt certain he'd 
had the perfect justification with his niece, Annie's rape, but it 
hadn't worked that way... at least, as yet, it hadn't.
   He sat now in his small drab office in the town hall, looking across 
the scarred desk at a local, pimply-faced teenager named Leo Vincent. 
The stub of a dead cigar protruded from one corner of the police-chief's 
mouth, and it bobbed when he said: "Where're your buddies, kid?"
   "Around," the teenager indifferently replied, sitting slumped in the 
chair with his long, thin legs stretched out. "I expect you mean Corky 
and Billy White?"
   Link didn't like the boy, any of the three for that matter; they were 
arrogant, worthless products of their generation, but they'd served 
their purpose for him... up until Blakely had picked them up for pushing 
the grass he, Link Morgan, supplied them with.
   Christ, he'd wanted to break their friggin' heads, but that wouldn't 
have solved a damn thing. Fortunately, the deputy held no jurisdiction 
in town and was forced to turn the boys over to him. So far, Link had 
been able to let the issue hang tight and simmer down, though the three 
had no idea how far their asses were in the sling, yet it hardly seemed 
to bother this one, the big man thought, studying the boy's unconcerned 
attitude.
   "You know you're goddamned situation isn't any bed-o'-roses right 
now, don't you kid?" Link gruffly jabbed.
   "Meaning?" the pimply-faced Leo Vincent mumbled.
   "Meaning, that deputy sheriff could send your fucking asses for a 
long ride if he decided to press the issue!" the police chief edgily 
spat.
   "Hmmm... I suppose so," the boy replied, his thin face spreading in a 
nasty grin. "But now... that might not look very good for you, eh Dad... 
if you know what I mean?"
   Link felt the blood ragingly flush into his face. He brought his 
clenched hand heavily down onto the desk top. "Listen, you stupid little 
punk, don't you ever "Dad" me again, or I'll rip your scrawny cock off 
and shove it right down your ugly throat! You understand that? Eh?"
   The teenager sensed his own cheeks quickly growing pale as he brought 
himself upright in a chair, a wave of tight fear whipping through him. 
He hadn't exactly used his head on that one... "I-I didn't mean any... "
   "You got too friggin' much lip, Vincent... and I didn't exactly like 
that implication of me!" Link snarled at him. "Maybe you're more fink 
than I thought!"
   "Aw... please, Chief... I'm sorry," the boy tried at making amends, 
his fears growing at the infuriated sight of the powerful man. "You know 
I wouldn't rat..."
   "You'd do any goddamned thing you could to save your ass, punk, just 
like your buddies," the police-chief accused, "which is the reason I 
called you in here... so pick up your ears and listen good. I've got an 
idea I think you're going to like..."
   The teenager respondingly did as he was told, breathing an inward 
sigh of relief when the huge, white-haired man's blood pressure seemed 
to subside, his gruff voice dropping to a barely audible level. He 
watched him lean forward onto his desk and say: "The town council voted 
this morning to give Mark Blakely authority inside Crescent Valley 
limits as long as that goddamned dog-pack is raiding sheep and raping 
young girls. That means, that he could arrest you three again and bring 
you up before Judge Collins... not exactly a sweet picture, eh?"
   "N-No... no sir, it ain't!"
   "Which is the reason I tried to get up a posse and go up into those 
hills... to keep this from happening," Link, stretching a point, 
informed, wondering-how much of it the boy was understanding. But that 
didn't matter anyway. He went on: "Now I figure that had it been 
Blakely's sweet little blonde wife who had been fucked shitless instead 
of my niece, he would've been singin' a different tune right now, eh? 
You beginning to get my meaning, boy?"
   "M-Maybe... some of it, anyway," Leo Vincent replied, trying, but not 
sure as he husked in a half-whisper, tightly swallowing.
   "Well here it is in a nutshell, kid," Link said, his colorless eyes 
narrowing. "You round up your two half-ass buddies and plan to pay sweet 
lil' Mrs. Blakely a visit tonight in her bedroom about witching-hour 
time, eh? You'll wear masks, and I just happen to have an old bear-claw 
you'll take along to scratch her up a bit... make it look authentic. In 
the bargain, you boys ought to get a little sexy fun out of it... a 
piece of ass or so. How's it sound to you, or haven't you ever seen the 
deputy's luscious wife?"
   "Jeez!" Leo Vincent gasped. "Sure... sure, I've seen her! Christ, 
she's a knockout, Chief!"
   "Some fuck eh?"
   "Damn... I imagine, with that beautiful ass... but... but, I still 
don't get it?" the teenager choked, his small eyes beading. "I hear 
they're going to have sentries posted?"
   "I'll take care of all that... I'll even place them myself, and I'll 
keep Blakely occupied," Link assured him. "You just do exactly as I say, 
and at the right time. Make sure there're no lights on, and that none of 
you speak. Don't scar her up too much... just enough so it'll look like 
that goddamned Caesar bastard, right?"
   "Yeah... yeah, I got all that," the boy hissed. "But hell, Chief, 
she's going to know we ain't no friggin' dog..."
   "So, that's going to add spice to the whole story when she blurts it 
out, boy!" Link replied with a grin. "Like, maybe there'll be those who 
won't believe her after my niece's rape, especially if you've marked her 
up right! With a little help and gossip, folks might just think the 
sweet little thing is too ashamed to admit she's been dog-fucked, and 
made up the story about it being three men! Whatever, it's going to make 
Blakely ready to get a posse of guns together to ride down that pack... 
and that's going to take the pressure off us and this office!"

                 *  *  *

   It had been anything but a normal or pleasant day for Jean. Following 
her visit to Granny Obert, she had returned home to wait for Mark, the
incredulously weird tale the old woman had told her constantly 
reverberating in her mind. Oddly enough, it hadn't frightened her as 
much as repugnantly shocked her... the thought of women actually giving 
themselves sexually to a dog pack! But as the morning passed into early
afternoon, while she occupied herself with house cleaning and other 
chores, she had concluded that Mark was right, the aged woman's mind 
was undoubtedly failing, no longer capable of discerning the fact from 
the fiction of her longs long life.
   Jean decided not to mention her visit to Granny's; the idea would 
only upset Mark further, and he certainly had enough to contend with 
without her adding to it.
   It was mid-afternoon before her young husband finally arrived home, 
his handsome face tired and drawn, and to Jean, his usual deliberating 
grayish-eyes filled with frustrated concern. She had wanted to prepare 
him some lunch but he'd refused it, maintaining he was too tired to even 
eat. Instead, he'd gone directly to their bedroom with her following to 
help him off with his things.
   "After you get some sleep you'll feel better, Darling," she said, 
picking up his clothing as he tossed them here and there, then opening 
the bed for him.
   "Damnit, Jean, don't fuss over me so!" he snapped, avoiding looking 
directly at her. "I'm not helpless, you know."
   "I-I know, Darling," she replied, his sharpness surprising her. She 
forced a little smile, trying to understand and not be offended. "When 
you wake up I'll have a nice dinner for us..."
   "Don't bother," he said, slipping out of his pants. "I'll have to get 
right down to the town hall. We're posting sentries. It'll be another 
all-night vigil, Jean... from now on until that goddamned animal pack is 
destroyed."
   She stood at the foot of the bed watching him momentarily hesitating 
to speak. Then: "B-But you have to eat, Mark... "
   "I'll catch a bite at the Inn when I get a chance," he replied, 
stripped to his shorts and moving toward the bed.
   'And... and what about me?" she blurted unable to hold it back any 
longer. "What am I supposed to do... just sit here by myself... eat and 
sleep alone... play old maid until you destroy that goddamned pack as 
you call it, Mr. Blakely?"
   Mark didn't have to look at her to know that there were tears 
dampening those round, smoky-blue eyes, but he did. Her tight voice had 
given her away. He felt his own throat constrict, a lump bitterly 
swelling there, and suddenly he reached out for her, grasping her hand 
and drawing her to him inside his arms against his naked chest.
   "Christ, Baby... Baby... I'm sorry. Forgive me... I didn't mean to!" 
he started, but never finished, raising her chin with his finger to kiss 
her lips instead. He felt her soft arms moving upward, her small hands 
clutching behind his shoulders as he held her. He stroked his own hands 
downward behind her to cup the full mounds of her round, firm buttocks 
outside their tight-fitting slacks and pressed the warm give of her 
curvaceous body tightly against his near-nakedness.
   She whimpered softly within his embrace, her lush lips readily 
opening to receive his probing tongue. Christ, he thought, he had no 
right... after what he'd done with Lydia Newell only hours before! His 
beautiful bride, Jeannie... he loved her... and she was too good for 
him! Damn, he had to tell her... had to! What the hell did they have... 
could they possibly have, without truth between them? He started to 
speak, but she cut him short.
   "Shhh," she whispered, laying a slender finger across his lips. 
''There's nothing to forgive... and I know you didn't mean to be sharp 
with me. It's my fault, Sweetheart... I was being selfish... thinking of 
myself, when you have this terrible problem. I'm sorry, Darling... I 
guess I'm just a little girl who hasn't grown up yet."
   "Oh... oh Christ!" he choked, her innocent self-accusation sending a 
stronger charge of guilt racing through him, convoyed by a sensation of 
carnal hunger that he didn't intend to analyze. "I want you... you! And 
right now... this minute, Baby! No excuses... no anything!" he said, 
beginning to unbutton her blouse.
   "B-But... but Darling... in the middle of the day... and you're so 
tired!" Jean gasped, his unexpected sensual passion contagious, wild 
little palpitations reflexively surging through her eager young body.
   "In the middle of the day... high noon... in Macy's show-window if 
necessary, Angel!" he half-smilingly hissed, stripping her blouse away 
and reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra hooks. He sensed his 
cock swelling into its full, hardened length and he made it throb 
against her soft belly, the sensual expression lighting her beautiful 
face like some exotic painting unveiled to gratify him alone.
   He would make it up to her! Later... yes, later, he'd tell her the 
truth! But now, he'd make it up to her or at least try... try to instill 
in her mind the depths of his love and need for her, he reasoned, 
possessively smoothing his hands beneath the loosened cups of her bra 
ardently clutching the thrusting mounds of satin-soft, resilient white 
flesh. Their abundant fullness overflowed the spread-fingers of his big 
hands, the hardened, pink-nipples like tiny firebrands burning against 
his palms. Then, he suddenly stood her off.
   "Oh Mark... I<I love you!" she feebly gasped, sensing his hands 
fumbling, undoing her slacks and rolling them down over her hips and 
buttocks. She willingly stepped back to kick off her slippers, her 
panties, everything, watching him strip away his shorts and reveal to 
her the long, thick hardness of his penis that she'd come to love so 
much!
   Naked, she ran to him and he caught her, kissing her with a warmth 
that she felt to her very marrow. It would happen this time! She felt 
certain of it! This time, she too would cum... this time!
   He caught her hand and literally tossed her onto the bed. Then, he 
was on top of her nakedness, kissing her tingling breasts, her throat, 
her trembling lips, while his pulsating hardness throbbed against her 
soft, full thigh. God, she couldn't remember ever being so hot, so 
lustfully hungry for fulfillment. She almost felt like a wanton little 
whore... but she was with her darling... her wonderful darling!
   "I love you, Jeannie... damn!" he gasped, moving his hips between her 
quivering legs that she anxiously spread wide for him. "I'm going to 
make love to you... fuck you, Darling!" he went on, using four letter 
words that they seldom mentioned, the mere sound of them firing her 
unsuspected desire in a way that she had hardly known yet secretly 
yearned for. "Put it in for me, Baby! Take my cock and put it in your 
hot little pussy!"
   Sensuously shivering, she did what he had never asked before... 
reached down and grasped the solid length of his long, thick cock to 
splay open the flushed lips of her sparsely hairlined cunt, pressing the 
rigid head at the mouth of her moistly dilating vagina. Excitedly, she 
spread her thighs further and raised her heated loins, knowing that this 
time her husband's beautiful young hardness was going to do it for her, 
and not caring how hard he plunged that first time!
   He did! His huge, wetly penetrating cock raced into the liquid 
passage of her waiting vagina like a conquering phalanx, filling her 
receptive loins with a wild, driving desire to be fucked by him as deep 
and as hard as he could.
   Yes... yes, this time! It would happen this time! Oh God... she had 
never known such wild rapture! This was what it was all about... midday, 
with a lust incited husband... making love to its fullest extent!
   Mark could hardly comprehend what he was doing, he was that spent... 
yet, there was a sensation of utter happiness filling him! He was 
fucking her, his voluptuous young wife, his raging cock charging in and 
out of the tight pink hole between her legs like a piston, and already 
the explosion was beginning to build in his groin! He loved her... loved 
her and only her! Yes... but he would cum soon! Maybe, she would too... 
he didn't know! He didn't know... wished that he could think more 
rationally!
   "Oh... oh Darling!" she gasped. "It's beautiful! Beautiful... your 
wonderful hard cock!"
   He'd never heard lewd words from her before, and the sound of them 
keened his lust like a honing-bar. He said: "Would... would you like to 
kiss it... suck it, Baby? Not now... another time, but would you... and 
I'll lick your pussy!"
   "Uhhmmmmmm..." she moaned, then again. "Oh Mark... I don't know... 
maybe... I-I'm afraid, I think so... but... but I don't know!"
   "I-It's beautiful, Baby," he whispered, picturing it all in his lust-
inflamed mind, wanting her to know and understand the enchantment and 
closeness of sucking and licking each other until they exploded inside.
   "Y-Yes, Darling... I'll try..." she started but never finished.
   "Shit! Jeannie! I can't hold it! I-I-I'm going to... oh Christ!"
   And he did, his heavily plunging penis buried in her hotly clenching 
young cunt-channel beginning to squirt its white-hot sperm deep up 
inside her. In open frustration, Jean dug her nails into his naked ribs, 
his arms, his shoulders!
   "Ohhh... no, Darling... please, no! My God!" she gasped, thrusting 
the opened core of her helplessly impaled young body up to receive him 
in his flooding warmth, but craving more... more!
   "I... I... oh shit. Jeannie...next time... next time!" she heard him 
exhaustedly gasp. "Oh... oh Christ... I'm cuumminngg!"
   Oooohhhh Godddd... well, did she know that! Well! Well! While at the 
same time, she was ready to scream inside! Again... again he had left 
her there, and just when she was certain that it might happen! D-Damn 
him! Damn him!
   Jean rolled his heavily gasping body off of her, raising herself to 
one elbow, her trembling intent to verbally destroy his masculinity once 
and for all! The bastard! The selfish bastard!
   But, she said nothing! He slept... mouth open, eyes only half-
closed... the sleep of exhaustion! For a long moment, the frustrated 
blonde-haired young woman stared at him, sensing the immediate pangs of 
her desire melting before the truth of his drained strength. My God, she 
was acting like a wanton whore! While he, poor darling, did what he had 
to! The tears filled her eyes once more as she bent and kissed his slack 
lips. Then, she arose from the bed and found a robe in the closet.
   A few moments later, Jean pattered into the front room and poured 
herself an unusual scotch and soda, the excitement in her quivering 
loins and belly far from relieved, but endurable she thought... 
endurable until he could learn to bring her all the way to the end of 
the line...

 

Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 5


   Jean was slightly tipsy when she undressed and readied herself for 
bed just a little before midnight. She realized that she had probably 
overdone it, trusting that the effects of the liquor might help soothe 
the lingering sensual flames that Mark had kindled hours before, but 
they still smoldered warmly down in her disappointed belly and loins. It 
was almost as if it had worked just the opposite of what she'd expected, 
she thought, slipping into the whispering nylon of a see-through, short 
nightie... not quite certain why she had selected such a daring thing to 
wear alone to bed, either.
   God, she'd never drunk so much in her life! Throughout the four hours 
or better that Mark had slept, she had continued to pour herself little 
periodic nips from the scotch-bottle, weakening them with water, of 
course, but she realized now that they had built up on her. The last two 
potent ones she had made to sip at while she absently watched TV had 
contained that 'drop' too much; her head was spinning.
   She stood before her vanity mirror, brushing her long, honey-blonde 
hair, remembering how Mark had again, almost shamefully avoided looking 
at her after he'd awakened. God, as much as she wanted him to reach her, 
to make her know the erotic thrill of completion, she realized he was 
not to blame, that he just couldn't hold back. She had tried to explain 
that it was all right and that she understood, but he hadn't wanted to 
even talk about it... and then he was gone. Darn, was it any wonder that 
she'd decided to investigate the effects of liquor a bit further? Nor 
was she sorry now, even though it hadn't quite reacted in the manner 
expected. At least, she felt less inhibited toward the feverish 
sensations he had awakened and left simmering inside her... which was 
the reason she had chosen the sensuously inciting nightie, wasn't it?
   Staring into the mirror, Jean realized that it was impossible to deny 
herself any longer, and subconsciously she had been working toward this 
all evening. A little quiver of excitement rippled over the nerve-ends 
of her softly tingling flesh at the thought. Yes... she was going to 
make it delightfully beautiful for her own self. She let her eyes rove 
over the stimulating reflection in the mirror, taking a narcissistic 
pleasure in admiring her own symmetrical curves. It wasn't something 
spontaneous, this hedonistic admiration of her generous endowments, but 
it had been many months, since Carol and she had roomed together at 
school actually, that she had enjoyed them with such intentions. Her 
full and pointed, pink-nippled breasts had always secretly intrigued her 
from the first moment she had taken notice of their rounded, swelling 
presence. She lay her brush onto the vanity and smoothed her hands down 
over the narrowness of her waist, the tiny dimple of her navel 
exotically visible through the sheer black nylon. Her view moved to the 
sweeping arch of her flowing hips and the long white columns of her 
full, white thighs and shapely calves, but it was the golden triangle of 
silken pubic curls at their apex that eventually commanded her gaze.
   Jean sighed tremblingly, letting her own caressing little hands 
stroke downward over her hips and inward toward the base of her flat 
belly to the gentle mound of soft, hair-hidden flesh; She pressured 
tauntingly, her slender fingers extended, the hint of her own pink 
vaginal slit momentarily captivating her through the shadowy nylon.
   Now, she thought, an inciting wave of self-lust washing through 
her... now! And she quickly turned, walking to the bed, switching out 
the light as she climbed in thinking how much nicer it could be if Carol 
were there with her at that very moment!

                *  *  *

   "Jeez, did you see that?" Corky White hissed to his brother hunched
beside him. "When she bent over to get in bed I could see her bare ass!"
   "Shut up, you stupid bastard!" Leo Vincent angrily whispered. "She'll 
hear you! That window's open!" He slunk down lower and crawled away, 
motioning for his teenaged associates to follow. In the heavy shadow of 
shrubs he waited until they joined him. "You dumb fuck, Corky, you louse 
this up and Morgan's going to kill you, I swear it!"
   "Shit, I won't louse it, Leo! She couldn't hear me anyway, the way 
she was rubbing herself. I'll bet she's in there finger-fucking her cunt 
like crazy right this minute!"
   "Corky's right, Leo!" Billy White, a heavy-set, good looking boy, 
whispered. "She was getting ready to finger-fuck herself! Must be that 
Blakely can't take care of that hot little pussy of hers..."
   "Knock it off will you two? For Chris' sake, we got a job to do!" the 
pimply faced teenager snapped. "Now listen to me, we jimmy the back 
door..."
   "Why not go in through her opened window, Leo?" Billy interrupted.
   "Goddamnit, will you listen? Because she might see us and scream, 
that's why! There's a moon, you know, or she might turn on a light... 
anything. Besides, Morgan worked this out and we're following to the 
letter! You got that?"
   "Sure, whatever you say, Leo," Corky enthusiastically replied. "Just 
as long as I get my cock into her smooth little belly!"
   "We'll all get to fuck 'er!" Leo answered a slow grin spreading his 
thins acned face. "But... we do it right... surprise her... you handle 
the gag, Billy, and shove it into her mouth right off quick, eh?"
   The good-looking boy nodded without speaking.
   "We grab her hands, Corky, and tie them to the bed-posts with these 
stockings. I snatched them out of a trash-can downtown, just in case 
they find one and want to trace it," Leo Vincent said. "Okay... who's 
got the bear-claw?"
   Billy fumbled the dried and cured animal-paw from a pocket where he'd 
carried it, thrusting it into the other boy's hand.
   "Okay, we're set," the pimply-faced teenager said. "Get your masks on 
and remember... no one says a fucking thing, right?"
   "Right!"
   "Right, Leo... let's go!"

                 *  *  *

   As carefully secretive as the teenaged trio were in carrying out 
their evil mission, their excited stealth could not begin to match that
of the powerful dog who watched through burning, amber-fired eyes their
every furtive move. He had easily crept into the town, cunningly 
avoiding the men with weapons who openly stalked the streets, their 
reason for being there not escaping him. In silently wearing his way 
into the heart of the man-place, he had unexpectedly come upon the 
three male-humans crouched before a lighted window away from the wide 
path where they walked and the noisy things on wheels raced.
   Now, he watched, easing soundlessly to the open window where they had 
crouched. His keen ears immediately picked up the sibilant vibrations of 
heavy human breathing... of an occasional sigh and the whimper of a 
female person. His animal senses noted that the moon was cloud-hidden 
before he put forepaws onto the window sill and extended himself high 
enough to see in.
   Though the room was shrouded in darkness, Caesar, with his darkness 
accustomed eyes, saw her on the bed in her spread-legged position as if 
the sun's light were illuminating her. Her small hand worked in a 
teasing circular motion between her crab-like spread thighs, and sighs 
of happiness continuously filled the night. He watched her smooth female 
buttocks rise from the bed to meet her rhythmically working hand, and 
something familiar clicked in his animal-mind from ages past!
   An almost human warmth flowed through the massive dog that he had no 
way of fathoming. His glowing eyes centered on her long, golden hair 
that was haloed on the pillow supporting her beautiful young head. He 
sensed his own feral loins beginning to enlivingly quiver... and then, 
there was a commotion!
   Her half-scream caused Caesar's muscles to tense, but he hesitated 
through experience to charge. Instead, he waited, watching as the three 
gleefully smiling boys moved with brutal lustfulness over and around the 
futilely resisting young woman, filling her mouth, then tying her wrists 
and legs to the corners of the human sleeping place before ripping her 
thin silky garment away from her voluptuously cubed body. Still, he made 
no move, but watched as they stripped off their own body-covers, the 
long, hard lengths of their man-penises making him known their 
intentions... while the golden-haired, naked female continued to whimper 
helplessly in her throat!

                 *  *  *

   Jean had never known real terror in her young life, and if she had, 
she horribly realized, that it could never be like this! She couldn't 
scream... they had stuffed her mouth chokingly full with some sort of 
rag! My God! My God! What were they going to do? Her hands were suddenly
tied to the upper bedposts as were her feet to the lower! They were 
going to rape her, of course, what else? But then, why, and who?
   She was completely at their mercy when the snickering sounds of 
triumph from one masked face loomed in the darkness above her, and wild-
eyed she twisted her head to faintly see him clutching his naked, hard 
penis with vile lewdness not a foot away from her face! Oh... oh God, if 
she could only scream! She rolled her head away and made out the images 
of the other two mimicking the first, gripping their long, thick penises 
and moving in the darkness toward the bed and her widespread thighs!
   Then! Then... what was it that happened? A... A blurred shadow of 
solid darkness at the opened window... a loud, vicious growl! Again, and 
then again, she heard it, as she tried to lift her head to see the 
confusion that was filling her ears!
   "Jeez! It's him... the goddamned dog!" a cursing boyish voice 
panickly exclaimed. "I'm getting out of here!"
   "Come on, Leo! It's the fucking dog-pack!" another choked as Jean lay 
spellbound, her head raised in solemn fear at what was taking place..
   Suddenly, there was nothing, but the slamming sound of the back door 
familiar to her ears, yet, she was still nakedly tied spread-eagled to 
the bed! For a long, long moment, Jean lay in deathly silence, trying to 
determine if they had gone... and why? Finally, she realized that her 
secured wrist hadn't made it impossible to reach the lamp on the bed-
table and she struggled for it... turning it on. Her entire nakedly 
exposed body trembled fearfully as she rolled her head, then lifted it, 
the gag they had brutally applied still stifling her very breathing...
   She saw him then! He stood at the foot of the bed, massively 
dominating the entire room! His rounded eyes were like two glowing ovals 
of burning fire in his huge head, his vicious mouth partially open to 
display the gleaming white fangs there! Mother of God! That's why her 
attackers, whoever they were had ran! It was him... Caesar... the animal 
who'd raped Annie Purcell!
   Forgetting her gag, Jean tried to scream, nearly choking from the 
stuffing in her mouth and throat! She stared with raised head, seeing 
the great beast leap agily onto the bed, then lick at his lips in the 
manner of gentle dogs she had seen a thousand times! God, no matter what 
else, he'd driven the others off, she thought, watching him raise his 
beautiful head high, then... move forward toward her! His powerful jaws 
were just above her throat! He was going to... going to! They lowered 
right above her face... and suddenly, she realized that he had nipped 
onto one end of the gag with his teeth and was backing away, pulling it 
from her mouth! It was then that she noticed the gold medallion swinging 
loosely from his great throat, the embossed impression of the roman 
battle eagle clearly visible to her!
   Anxiously, she tried to return saliva to her mouth. She could scream 
now! Someone would hear, one of the sentries Mark had placed! But she 
didn't! She could, but she didn't!
   Caesar whimpered, simultaneously wagging his head and tail. Again, 
from ages passed, hot-blood flowed through him. In his animal-eye he 
surveyed the naked, security tied human female before him. Her hair 
reminded him of his mate that the brute-man had killed, and 
animalistically he licked out with his tongue. She had lain back onto 
the pillow watching him, her eyes softening from stark-fear into more of 
wonderment, he instinctively perceived.
   His own burning orbs surveyed her again, and then, he moved closer 
above her, leaning down to lash out with his wet, hot tongue against the 
smooth flesh of her naked white belly.
   She could scream now, Jean realized, rant at the top of her lungs! He 
had made it possible! Why? She swallowed tightly, watching him move 
toward her, then lowering his head, his length of pinkish seething 
animal-tongue licked moistly over her muscle-tightened belly!
   Again, he did it, the hot, spread length of his tormenting wet tongue 
causing incredible sensations to spiral through her, immediately 
resurging the unsatiated passion she had quickly forgotten in her 
terror! She strained her sight to gape at his animal-face, to read some 
direction in those fire-filled, wild eyes! Oh God, he had saved her from 
a cruel gang rape! And he knew it... he knew it!
   Once more, she raised her head to gaspingly watch his long hot tongue 
licking upward over the quivering white flesh of her soft belly! Higher 
and higher he inched, until he was finally lapping the rounded, full 
undersides of her exposed breasts, ever-creeping upward over them toward 
their tiny, marble-hardening nipples... and at last, there! She couldn't 
restrain the little moan that escaped her lips when his feverish, moist 
tongue actually reached them, wetly grazing the pink, sensitively rising 
buds again and again to send maddeningly arousing spasms whipping 
through her nakedly bound body!
   Oh... oh God... what was happening to her? She must be losing her 
mind! The liquor had numbed her wits to the point of stupidity! This 
ferocious brute could, and well might, tear her to pieces if the notion 
took him! Somehow, she had to raise help before it was too late, before 
this moment of gentleness left him! But if she screamed would she be 
heard... and if she were, could they trace the source in time? Yet 
worse, what might her shrieking voice do to him? It wasn't as if she 
could scramble from the bed and try to evade his attack! She was tied 
hand and foot, helplessly vulnerable to those massive jaws and sharp, 
gleaming fangs!
   Dear Lord, she could hardly think with the inconceivable rising heat 
his fiercely licking tongue brushing wetly over the naked mounds of her 
breasts was creating inside her! She heard him whimper deep in his 
throat, her widened stare fixed on his almost loving performance. Then, 
his blazing eyes raised to meet hers, their desire-fed glow level with 
her own. She held her breath as he moved upward and startlingly began to 
run his warm, liquid tongue in hot caresses over her face!
   My God, Jean shockingly realized, he's kissing me!
   A feeling of gentle warmth filled Caesar's powerful body as he 
tenderly licked over the pleasing, soft beauty of the female-human's 
flesh. The pleasant taste of her breasts, and now her smooth white face 
intrigued him. This was not the same, he sensed, as the vengeance he had 
fulfilled with the other young, she-woman. No malice toward this one 
raged inside him as it had for the one who had chased and shot at them. 
Her warm human-eyes reflected emotions that he could understand in the 
depths of the mysterious brain he possessed. Yes, she was one that he 
could claim for his own!
   Jean reflectively rolled her head to shy her face away from the 
brute-animal's hot, licking tongue. There was no question in her mind 
but what he was actually kissing her... showing her in his own way that 
she needn't be afraid, that he wouldn't harm her! Why she felt that she 
could fathom his unhuman meaning was beyond her, but she was certain she 
was right! It was almost as if uncanny vibrations were passing between 
them... and suddenly she realized that she was no longer trying to avoid 
the heated attention of his warm, moist tongue, but giving herself to it 
with tightly closed eyes!
   Abruptly, he stopped. She felt the weight of him jiggling the bed and 
snapped open her eyes to see. My God... he was moving down between her 
helplessly bound legs! She raised to watch him poise his great head 
between her open thighs, then slowly lower it, his heated animal-breath 
taunting the sparse blonde-pubic hair there! His cool, wet nose brushed 
against the soft, hot flesh of her inner-thigh... and finally, the still 
flushed lips of her vaginal crevice! She heard him whimper as he sniffed 
her female excitement, taunting her succeptibly naked loins as though he 
were making an actual seduction!
   Once more, the urge to scream filled her, but was rendered utterly 
useless as she felt his warm damp nose suddenly rubbing wetly against 
the puckered ring of her tiny cringing anus!
   "Oh... oh, my God!" she gasped out, as if she were pleading to 
another person, the words of Granny Obert suddenly finding some 
realistic meaning in her racing mind. "Don't... please don't?"
   Oh... ooohhhhh!
   His wild tongue snaked out to lick wormingly up and down the smooth 
vale surrounding her tightly clenched little anal mouth, the tip 
burrowing teasingly up into its defensively clasped lips!
   Jean hardly knew whether it was fear, shame, or the tantalization 
itself that made her try to squirm her naked vaginal slit away, but when 
the massive dog raised his head and warningly growled, she quickly 
stopped. His head lowered again, the hot, seething tongue beginning to 
lick at the narrow pink crevice between her helplessly spread thighs. 
She trembled and groaned uncontrollably as he wetly drew it upward over 
the full length of her openly spread pussy. "Oooooh God!" The lewd 
sensations stabbing inward to reach deep into the nerve centers of her 
helplessly fluttering belly.
   Again he did it, this time, his thick hot tongue spreading through 
the yielding, hair-fringed cunt lips like a fluid blade! It didn't stop, 
but continued to relentlessly splay the raw, sensitive flesh, pausing at 
last to lunge in a penetrating curl far up her shamelessly moistened 
vagina! She gasped and spasmed convulsively, writhing in reflexive 
bodily contortions to his oral rape... but he never stopped... and she 
wasn't sure that she wanted him to!
   At that intensively breathtaking moment, the spread-eagled, obscenely 
exposed young bride was not sure of anything but the sudden ardent 
thrill of incitement his hot, ravaging tongue was sending through her 
young naked body. Her whimpers uncontrollably increased, while her mind 
slipped further into a spell-binding sensual oblivion that she could 
not, nor did not want to struggle against! Again and again, his 
pleasure-bringing tongue grazingly bathed her unprotected, loins from 
the snug, raisin-like lips of her tightly clenched little anus, upward 
through the glistening, moist crevice of her long-denied pussy. At its 
peak, it hesitated, penetrating to flick almost knowingly at the 
trembling bud of her clitoris, irresistably amplifying her mounting 
desire a hundred fold!
   How long it went on, Jean in her erotic intoxication had no idea... 
only that it did, the heavenly searing tongue licking wildly through and 
over her moistly inflamed cuntal flesh until she was gasping and 
squirming her whole naked body maddeningly beneath it.
   "Oooohh... ooohhh!" she gutturally moaned as he flicked the 
tormenting organ in a hot, lust-whetting curl up into the clutching 
little mouth of her burning vaginal passage.
   "Ooohhh... yes... yes, do it for me, Caesar! M-Make me cum... oohhh 
please? Lick me more... lick me!"
   Jean hardly knew what she was saying, her overpowering passion had 
built to that intensity... but abruptly, she realized the loss of his 
pleasure-bringing tongue, and she raised her head to gape in confused 
disappointment. He had moved up over her once more on the bed and she 
heard his animal whimpers at the same moment that she realized he was 
tugging with his strong, sharp teeth at her bonds. He... he was freeing 
her!
   When he had managed to untie one wrist, he moved down to repeat the 
act at her ankle, while she quickly undid the other wrist with her freed 
hand, then sat up to work on the other ankle. Her infused brain swam 
with both the sensual elation filling it, as well as the incredulous 
events that had taken place this night, one after the other. But once 
more, her brief flurry of thought was whipped away as she felt his 
tongue affectionately licking at her cheek. She tore the unknotted 
stocking from her ankle and wrapped both arms around his great neck, 
hugging his huge head tightly to her as she lay back, the weight of his 
powerful body flattening her resilient upraised breasts down against her 
chest.
   "Oh... you... you beautiful lover, Caesar!" she chokingly gasped. 
Then, taking gentle hold of his ears and head, she fearlessly hissed. 
"Please, darling don't stop yet... please?"
   He let her guide him back down between her anxiously spread thighs, 
little whimpers still emitting from his panting mouth, while soft mewls 
of delight tumbled from hers. Then, with an animalistic groan of her 
own, Jean drew her knees back to her breasts pulling his nose tight down 
into her wetly throbbing vagina!
   His eager tongue flicked up the fire-filled channel like an attacking 
lizard, his own whines blending with hers as he hungrily lashed and 
penetrated the glistening pink flesh between her lewdly spread thighs 
and buttocks.
   "Oh... ooohhh... yes! Lick it, darling... lick my cunt!" she 
lustfully pleaded, undulating her opened, obscenely positioned loins and 
rounded white buttocks salaciously up against his mind-destroying 
tongue.
   Caesar could smell as well as taste the exoticness of her human 
female lust, the keen aromatic flavor driving his basic sexual instincts 
higher and higher. Though he had known the carnal association of many 
female-humans in his time, none had ever commanded his natural impulses 
such as this soft, white creature with the long golden hair. Her pale, 
sky-colored eyes reflected truth, and her voice-sounds were gentle and 
warm. There was a sun-brightness to the expression of her smooth, white 
face that he sensed flowing through the tender symmetrical curves of her 
entire body. But it was there down between her welcomingly spread thighs 
where he licked with his lust-heated tongue that he knew the naked 
sensitive realness of her. This yielding, pink flesh of her open cunt in 
its hot, flowing poignancy revealed her innermost emotions and as he 
greedily and lovingly tongued the wispy, curl-fringed softness, he 
intuitively felt the rising heaviness of his own feral, animal loins.
   Jean felt his magnificent hot tongue suddenly desert her lewdly 
offered vaginal opening and she quickly raised her head to see him 
backing off several steps. "Oh... oh God, Darling... what is it?" she 
imploringly moaned, to his entreating whine. "Please... don't stop? 
What? What is it you want, Lover?"
   He moved to her side then, nosing against her soft hip in a gesture 
that she found herself understanding. God... he wanted her to turn over 
onto her stomach! Gently, he nudged again, the whimpering sounds coming 
from the depths of his chest, the golden medallion swaying beneath his 
throat from the effort!
   Unable to determine why she did it, she willingly responded, and 
moreover, not wanting to know or destroy the beautifully impossible 
phenomenon that bound them, Jean lowered her long, white legs and rolled 
over onto her stomach, no thought of fear or resistance in her incited 
brain. She again spread her long shapely legs wide, sensing that he 
wanted this as did she, again narcisstically picturing her own naked, 
smooth curvaceousness in her mind's eye. She sensed his panting, hot 
breaths against the soft mounds of her partially raised buttocks, then 
joyfully felt the heat of his thick wet tongue slithering into the soft 
smooth crevice separating them!
   Jean moaned audibly, unknown sensations of undisguised lust charging 
ever stronger through her cunt and belly. She hardly realized it as she 
reached back behind herself with her small hands to lasciviously spread 
the lust cheeks open, giving him full access to her tiny, palpitating 
anus! Then, his loving hot tongue was wetly caressing it, again splaying 
open the ragged, hair-lined lips of her inflamed pussy to graze the 
sensually flushed, pink flesh on its lewd path to the baby-like mouth of 
her naked rectum.
   Oh God... she was going to lose her mind entirely, she thought! She 
was... truly was! And then, her animal lover was nuzzling beneath her 
pelvis and lifting, his desire as clear to her as if he had spoken. 
Obediently, she raised up, elevating her wide-spread buttocks as she 
knelt slave like before the powerful dog in complete inner-surrender!
   Once more, as if in answering-love, he drew his thick, splaying 
tongue up through the full length of her seethingly wet cuntal crevice, 
and she gasped out her erotic delight. She tried to widen her knees even 
further to open the throbbing pink pussy slit between her trembling 
thighs wider to him. His long, curling animal-tongue thrust 
possessively, sweeping hotly through the blood-flushed, wet inner-flesh 
and flicking at the hungrily grasping mouth of her vagina, enticingly 
firing her offered loins to greater heat before he moved to a new, 
unexpected position!
   She tensed as the massive dog's muscular, furry body crowded in 
behind her toward her nakedly trembling buttocks, suddenly aware that he 
was raising up on his hind legs and his powerful forelegs were grasping 
at her upthrusting hips! Oh God... he... he must be mounting her, she 
thought wildly twisting her head to look back... and he was! Dear 
Lord... he was! He intended to fuck her just as though she were another 
animal!
   Her desire confused brain whirled with the impossibly lurid idea, and 
once again she remembered some of Granny Obert's tale! Oh God! she 
inwardly gasped, her body tremoring to the sensations Caesar's lashing 
tongue had set her palpitating loins afire with. Then, her glazed eyes 
caught sight of their lewdly locked position in her vanity mirror and 
she groaned helplessly at the obscenely provocative reflection. The 
bestial obscenity of the great German Shepherd astraddle the spread 
white moons of her smoothly ovaled buttocks sent unbelievable charges of 
salacious fire soaring through her naked, qlživering body.
   Then, she breathlessly gaped at the sight of his glistening, scarlet 
cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the wet, tapered end 
slipping and dancing as it moved forward to probe the damp, pink crevice 
of her wildly excited runt. She felt his strong canine body jerk against 
the giving flesh of her supple, white buttocks, saw his dangling thick 
length of hardened cock trying to penetrate the thin vertical mouth of 
her defenselessly upturned vagina!
   He whimpered loudly, his forepaws making new claims against the soft 
sensitive flesh of her naked hips as he thrustingly stumbled on his hind 
legs behind her, desperately endeavoring to bury the sleek, throbbing 
shaft up inside her!
   Jean saw it all in the mirror, and with an inescapable, sensuous 
moan, she shifted her head suddenly hungrily quivering buttocks back at 
it in an effort to capture his lengthening hardness, the feverishly 
impassioned tension inside her reaching a near unbearable point! Oh 
God... she wanted it... had to have his long, thick animal-cock inside 
her inflamed, needing cunt! Yes, she had to have it racing into her 
soft, fire-filled belly before she went mad with her unfulfilled desire! 
Nothing else mattered! She reached back between her full, widely spread 
thighs, grasping the slippery animal-organ to spread her soft silken 
pubic hair with the tip and guide its hotly pulsating, head to the wetly 
receptive mouth of her eagerly waiting vaginal hole! Immediately, he 
humped forward, bursting it from her grip as he speared her defenseless 
young cuntal channel open wider and wider, sending the long rod of hard, 
thick animal-cock deep up into the hungrily squirming hole between her 
thighs!
   Jean watched in the mirror in bulging eyed fascination as the 
burning, scarlet rod of stiffened dog flesh slithered forward with a 
wet, brutal charge, burying itself all the way up to the hilt in her 
painfully stretched vaginal passage. Caesar's heavy, sperm-bloated balls 
swung down wildly and smacked flatly beneath her golden pussy-hair.
   The intensive, pressuring sensation of impalement came bursting 
through her loins seconds later and she grunted out her choking gasp. 
Then: "Oh God!" she wailed, her wide blue eyes gaping unseeingly as her 
excitedly panting animal-lover began to fuck rhythmically up into her 
from behind. Her head jarring from his every fierce breast-quivering 
plunge, Jean tried to concentrate on the long, scarlet length of 
hardness slithering into her as she began to move rhythmically backward 
to meet his powerful, breathtaking strokes! Unequaled sensations of 
base-lust filled her sensuously slaving body as she thrust backward onto 
the ever-thickening cock skewering deeper and deeper into her raging, 
hot belly from behind. Furiously, his savage muscular beauty battered 
and thudded resoundingly against her yielding, wide-spread ass-cheeks, 
his painfully huge cock a relentless shaft of glistening, sadistic joy 
sinking to its full length deep into her soft, quivering belly! With 
ungovernable, whimpering mewls, she lewdly rotated her rounded working 
buttocks back at him with a lewd frenzy, grinding her hotly clinging 
cunt walls back over the length of his hardened, piercing animal flesh 
with a masochistic cry of wanton passion.
   The signal flashed through her lust-inflamed young body then, the 
unmistakable beacon of erotic fulfillment! It spiraled through her 
seething loins like the pricking of a million warning needles, and 
gnawed at the base of her quivering belly with the promise of unknown 
rapture. She whimpered aloud to the jagged edges of her growing sensual 
bliss, gaping at the mirror hungrily to see the great dog, Caesar's wet, 
thick cock disappearing up between the soft whiteness of her own roundly 
absorbing buttocks, his furious fucking of her tempoed in quickened 
jerky animal strokes! She caught sight of her own pink cuntal flesh 
wetly clinging to his huge hardness when he pulled out of her, then 
vanishing back up inside again with his thrusting charge, his heavy cum-
laden balls smacking solidly below between the spread-open lips of her 
hotly searing pussy.
   Her brain reeled in the throes of her wildly aroused passion, her 
eyes feasting on the sensuous spectacle of her full young breasts 
quivering and swaying like hanging white mounds of lush, pink-crested 
fruit to his beautiful, battering barrage! She saw the flailing beauty 
of her own long, blonde hair when she tossed her head in cadence to the 
moans of gasping enchantment hissing from her heaving chest!
   "Oh God... fuck me you magnificent darling! " she cried. "Gr-Granny 
was right... right! I know now... yes... yes! I'm yours, Caesar... yours 
forever... Oooohhhh... God!"
   It was the wailing soft lilt in her crying voice that made Caesar 
know her sexual love. He whimpered back in response as he ardently 
thrust into her from behind in the only depth of expression his basic 
instincts urged. He knew that she was readily giving herself to him in 
the loving beauty of natural law, never resisting or fighting him, but 
eagerly, thrusting her soft, white female cunt back onto his heavily 
aching hardness. The wet, warmth of her human vaginal channel was 
greedily clenching at his animal cock, as if she were his own bitch 
mate, and his great heart pounded lovingly in his chest for her.
   He sensed the dribbling wetness against his loins that trickled down 
the soft smooth backs of her thighs from where he fucked into her, and 
saw the thin, sheen-like droplets of perspiration that had gathered on 
her naked white body beneath him. His own tongue hung loosely from his 
opened jaws in heated frenzy. The moment of culmination was near!
   Abruptly, Jean raised her sensuously slackened face to whimper out a 
guttural, animalish groan from deep in her throat. Her glazed blue eyes 
grew round and unseeing. "Ooohhh... ooohhhh, Darling... I can't stand 
it! I-I'm going madddd! Do it to me harder... please do it for me, my 
lover! Oooohhhh!" And her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and 
sigh, her head tossing insanely from side to side, her long, honey-
colored hair wildly flailing as she began the first convulsions of her 
climax, skewering her white, passionately undulating buttocks back onto 
his long, thick rod of hardness with a wantonness that she had never 
even imagined she was capable of.
   The first spasm struck her then and she shrieked, slamming her 
rounded white ass-cheeks back hard against the rhythmically fucking dog 
cock with a desperate, frantic lunge. Simultaneously Caesar responded 
with a forward thrust and growl, his massive hardness beginning to spew 
its heated animal sperm deep up into her soft, wildly constricting belly 
with long, hard spurts.
   Again, Jean weirdly cried out, her crazily jerking buttocks beginning 
to contract convulsively to the grand eruption exploding hotly in her 
belly and loins in the universal ecstasy of all animals! She threw her 
head from side to side in a heretofore unknown, erotic bliss... at last 
opening her eyes on the mirror to see the combination of human-animal 
cum oozing whitely from her tightly clenching cuntal-mouth which was 
still clasping and milking hungrily at her animal-lover's slowly 
deflating cock. Thin rivulets of their sticky, white fluids ran hotly 
down the smooth white columns of her inner-thighs... and when she could 
no longer watch, she pitched forward on her breasts, gasping a great 
sigh of blissful relief...
   Jean lay unmoving for a long, long moment, refusing to let the 
thoughts that were trying to flood her mind return. Instead, she thought 
only of the beautiful, wildly arousing orgasm she had just known... felt 
his movements on the bed behind and over her. Yes... dear God, yes! 
Granny had been right... so right, and now, she understood! Suddenly, 
she felt his hot, wet tongue licking the smooth, sensitive flesh of her 
naked buttocks... then the small of her back! It stopped, and smiling, 
Jean slowly rolled over...
   With a start, she sat upright, and just in time to see his great 
flanks disappearing through the open window. A sudden tightness caught 
at her throat as she scrambled toward the foot of the bed.
   "Caesar! Caesar... please! Come back! Come back!"
   But he didn't, and as seconds passed into minutes, Jean realized that 
he would not. Oh... oh God! She couldn't hold back the tears puddling 
into her eyes. What he had done for her... to her... with her! Then, she 
heard it!
   It was a wailing animal howl that triumphantly filled the night, and 
Jean couldn't contain her trembling smile of happiness. Slowly, she 
crawled back up into the bed, feeling the heat of his animal sperm still 
puddling deep in her satiated belly, then switched the room into 
darkness. She licked at her lushly swollen lips and continued to 
confidently smile to herself. There was no reason any longer for fear 
and she would make Mark understand this... and more. Most people in 
Crescent Valley who had heard that cry a moment ago had cringed, she 
sleepily thought, but she knew the truth.
   It had been a cry of love... love to his new-found human mate...



Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 6


   "I don't believe it!" Link Morgan furiously raged. "You lousy little 
punks screwed up!"
   "No! I swear it, Chief!" Leo Vincent pledged, his thin, pimply face 
drawn in fear of the barrel-chested man. "Honest, I wouldn't lie to 
you!"
   "You'd lie to your dying mother, you fink!" the police chief spat.
   "Leo's telling you the truth, Chief!" Billy White, a runtish, long-
haired boy put in. "We were going great when suddenly, there he was, 
coming right through her open window!"
   "And you're sure it was that Caesar bastard?" Link questioned.
   "You're damn right," the good-looking, heavy-set Corky assured. "I 
saw him first... those crazy wild eyes!"
   "Like two chunks of fire!" Leo Vincent added. "And he had the 
medallion hanging from his throat!"
   "We just harassed out of there as fast as we could!" Billy White 
added.
   For a heavy moment there was silence. They sat in the police chief's 
little office staring at the big man who seemed to be meditating behind 
his scarred desk. A filtered glow of morning sunshine feebly attempted 
to penetrate the long-unwashed window above the lawman's head, lighting 
his flushed face and red-rimmed, tired eyes enough for them to note the 
first trace of his mean half-grin.
   "You didn't sneak around to see what happened, did you?" he 
questioned, looking directly at Leo Vincent's acned face.
   "Are you kidding, man? With that goddamned wild hound there?" the 
thin teenager retorted. "Like Corky says, we haul-assed!"
   "Then we tried to find you Chief," Billy said. "Once, we saw you but 
you were with the deputy. We figured we better let it ride 'till this 
morning."
   "Well, for once you used your fucking heads, Link replied. "How far 
did you get with her?"
   "We had her stripped and tied spread-eagle to the bed!" Leo Vincent 
told him, his young beady eyes lewdly narrowing as he remembered. "Fuck, 
what a sweet broad she is! Man, I've never seen anything like her, bare-
assed and naked!"
   "We'd even shed our own threads and were ready to swing!" Corky 
added.
"Shit, I wanted a piece of her so bad..."
   "You wore the masks like I said?" Link interrupted, wanting to be 
sure.
   "Right," Leo answered. "Everything was going just like you planned 
it, Chief, until that friggin' dog appeared on the scene."
   "Hmmmm..." the half-grinning lawman muttered. "I wonder what happened 
after you three hightailed it? I mean... after the way he raped my 
niece... I wonder?"
   "You... you mean, maybe he fucked her, Chief?" Leo softly questioned.
   "Well? What do you think wise-boy... did he?" Link Morgan asked, 
digging a cigar from his desk drawer, his twisted grin still prevalent. 
"It's going to be damned interesting to find out. And maybe... just 
maybe, we accomplished what we wanted after all."
   "You mean, the deputy is going to go crazy-mad if that Caesar mutt 
really fucked his wife, eh Chief?" Leo Vincent blurted, moving forward 
to the edge of his chair.
   "Exactly!" the big man replied, spitting the bitten tip of his cigar 
away and striking a lucifer match! "Exactly, boy... and that's all we 
wanted in the first place, wasn't it?"
   "Right!" the thin teenager replied, proud of the way he had analyzed 
it all and reveling beneath the police chiefs grin. "But I still wish we 
could've pulled it off, I'll tell you. She was fingering herself in the 
dark when we moved in on her, that's why she didn't hear us!"
   "She was what?"
   "Finger fucking herself... no shit, chief, she was!" Leo, 
enthusiastically informed. "Ask these guys; they saw her too!"
   "Honest injun, Chief, she was!" Corky corroborated. "Crap we'd 've 
had a ball if it hadn't been for that fucking Caesar!"
   "I never even saw or heard him slip into the room!" Leo Vincent 
exclaimed. "There I stood with my cock in my hand, already to go, when 
Corky says, "Come on, Leo, it's the fucking pack-dog, and I!"
   "He said what?" Link snapped, jerking the cigar from his mouth and 
leaning forward with widening, infuriated eyes. "Well, what did he say?"
   "He... he said... come on, Leo, it's the..."
   The big man's opened hand slapped hard against the desk top. "You 
stupid bastards, I give you masks to wear so the bitch can't see your 
faces and what do you do? Call each other by name! You goddamned 
rattleheaded shits! How many Leo's do you think there are in Crescent 
Valley... or hadn't that occurred to you?"
   The acne-faced boy turned his gaze slowly toward his teenaged 
cohorts, the realization of the big man's words suddenly dawning upon 
him. If everything went off all right, fine... if Caesar raped her, 
fine... or if she hadn't heard Corky call out his name, fine... but, 
supposing she had!
   Link quickly gained his feet. "You three better plan to make 
yourselves scarce for awhile... and don't give me any goddamned back-
lip! I don't care what you tell your folks, but you're getting out of 
town!"
   "Where... where'll we go, Chief?" Leo questioned, sensing a cold 
chill moving up his spine.
   "I don't give a damn... just go... go up to the cave and rough it for 
a week or so... or until we put an end to this fucking pack situation. 
There's food there, everything you'll need, including a jar of pot... 
and don't go blowing your minds completely, you stupid jerks!"
   Billy White broke into a wide grin. "Sounds crazy to me, man!"
   "Me too," Corky agreed. "Anything to get away from mowing that 
goddamned lawn at home!"
   "Never mind the comments, just get moving!" Link ordered. "The sooner 
you three are out of town, the better I'm going to feel!"

                *  *  *

   Alone, the big lawman sat irritably mulling over the fiasco of his
carefully laid plans. He had pulled a half-emptied fifth of cheap 
bourbon from a desk drawer and was drinking it raw from the bottle. 
He needed something to give him a pick-up; he was dead-tired and not 
a frigging thing was going right.
Those goddamned numbies, they'd probably have blown it anyway. Maybe it 
was just as wed the dog had shown up and chased them off... Christ, he 
couldn't help but wonder if the big bastard had socked it into her. 
They'd said she was tied spread-eagle on the bed and naked as a 
whorehouse bitch... Damn he'd liked to have seen that, himself! She 
was one luscious broad, all right... and fingering herself, they 
said... sonofabitch, he was getting a hard on just thinking about that...
   Link took another pull at the bottle, thinking at the same time that 
he hadn't used his head by slapping Nell Carter around either. She was 
no Jean Blakely, but she'd been a good fuck and always ready... and now 
she was gone. Hell, he'd been drunk... couldn't even remember what the 
hell she'd said to irk him, and then, the next thing he knew he was 
cuffing hell out of her. Still, he hadn't realized that she'd packed her 
things and cleared out until yesterday morning when he'd walked into the 
kitchen and found Annie getting breakfast.
   "What're you doing, taking up housekeeping?" he'd growled, his head 
throbbing and his guts churning with a hangover.
   "Someone better, I think," his teenaged niece had replied. "Your 
housekeeper walked out two hours ago, bag and baggage."
   "She what?"
   "That's right, Uncle, she's flown the coop," the pretty young 
teenager had said without looking at him, moving around the kitchen in 
her nightie and wrapper with more efficiency than he'd ever dreamed she 
had. But then, why in hell not, she was sixteen, practically a grown 
woman, and a well-built one, at that. Fucked, too, he'd thought, 
standing there looking at her, even if it was by a goddamned dog. At 
least, she knew what it was all about.
   "What for, did she say?"
   "I don't think she could with her lips all swollen up," Annie had 
sharply replied, taking toast from the toaster and buttering it. "She 
was lucky to see where she was going with those two black eyes... must 
have ran into a door or something, eh?"
   Link grinned to himself at the girl's quip, remembering. He tilted 
the bottle up once more and swallowed noisily several times. The little 
imp, she was something else. He knew she had no respect for Nell from 
the beginning, but she'd tolerated her. That goddamned fucking Caesar... 
taking her young cherry. He'd kill that sonofabitch yet... but he'd sure 
like to know what happened between the wild mutt and Jean Blakely. 
Imagine, that luscious piece fingering herself... Christ, he'd sure like 
to throw a fuck into her... must be Blakely wasn't doing a very good job 
of it, if she had to resort to playing with herself.
   His long, thick cock had stretched into a heavy, weighted hardness at 
the conglomeration of his thoughts, straining inside his clothing, and 
he shifted and pulled at his crotch to ease the bind. He picked up his 
cigar from the ashtray lighting it again while his liquor-roused brain 
filled with patches of thought concerning Jean Blakely nakedly finger-
fucking herself, and his dead sister's daughter moving around the 
kitchen in her nightie and wrapper. Sonofabitch, maybe both... but at 
least one of them had been fucked by that weird mutt...
   The ring of the telephone interrupted his lewd reveries. He hesitated 
to answer it, wondering if he wanted to get involved in anything this 
morning before catching some sleep. Christ, he'd been up all night, 
making sure that Blakely didn't take a notion to go home... It rang 
several more times before he picked it up from its cradle...
   "Police Department."
   "Chief Morgan?" a husky feminine voice questioned.
   "Yes... "
   "Lydia Newell, Chief," the voice throatily informed, though he had 
already placed it. "Are you busy?"
   "Not when a pretty little girl like you calls me this early in the 
morning," he answered, feeling debonair as hell with the effects of the 
bourbon, and his swollen cock throbbing in his pants.
   "Wow, that's some come-on from the law enforcement office! I 
recommend you publish the idea in the police gazette, or whatever it is 
you people use," she said, her warm voice teasing. "Little old ladies 
might just flip... "
   "That's my problem girl... little old ladies," Link said, grinning 
into the piece.
   "Hmmm, I sense the bulling male coming to the forefront... but that 
isn't why I called you, Link," Lydia said. "Right now I'm in no mood to 
even waste words."
   Link's smile faded. He sat up in his chair, dropping the cigar into 
the ashtray. This was the daughter of the most powerful man in the 
valley, and Aaron had made a point of letting him know she would call on 
him if she had problems while he, her father, was out of the country. He 
said: "What is it, Lydia?"
   "Two nights in a row now, our herds have been raided. All together 
we've lost eight sheep and five dogs! Like I told Blakely, the sheep we 
can stand, but the dogs, no!"
   "Has the deputy been out to the A & B?"
   "Yesterday... and he did nothing. Suggested I make a government claim 
for our losses... but 1 don't know a damned thing about that, Link. 
Besides, what am I supposed to do, file papers every day? It's that 
goddamned Caesar and his pack... "
   "Yeah, I know, Lydia. You heard about Annie?"
   "Yes... what a horrible thing," the husky voice sympathized. "And 
there'd be more, I'm thinking, if something isn't done... which is why 
I'm caging you. Frankly, I think our deputy sheriff is getting too 
goddamned big for his britches!"
   The big police chief licked at his lips, his mind racing to analyze 
her every word. He said: "There're those of us who'll readily agree with 
that. But... but I think you've got something in mind... right, girl?"
   "Maybe," she huskily replied. "But... but I think you and I better 
get together and discuss it, Link... not over the telephone."
   "I'm with you."
   "I-l know you don't see eye-to-eye with Mr. Blakely, and right now... 
neither do I!"
   "You... you sound like you might want his... " Link started, then cut 
himself short.
   "His nuts! That's what I want, Link, and I'll tack them up on the 
wall of my bedroom!" she lewdly spat into his ear. "And I don't care 
what method I use in getting them... understand?"
   Link couldn't control his grin. "I think so," he slowly answered, 
knowing the history of their affair and how Mark's sudden, unexpected 
marriage to Jean had destroyed it. He sensed the bitter jealousy in her 
tone, along with the vengeance. Shit, she was something else, too, and 
wild as a hawk! What a fuck she'd be... if she wasn't Aaron Newell's 
daughter! "How can I help you... Baby?"
   He heard her light titter of laughter. "Boy, are you some lover this 
morning," she taunted. "What's wrong, has Nell taken to separate 
bedrooms?"
   He didn't bother answering the direct question. "Just trying to be of 
public service, little girl," he said, pleased with the way he was 
toying words and suggestive endearments with her, his heavy cock 
pulsating in his pants.
   "Okay, if I can trust you in the same room with me," Lydia's sensuous 
voice half-whispered. "Come out to the ranch as soon as you can. I've an 
idea that might prove profitable to both of us. It's a little lurid, but 
should it work, Darling, we both can get what we want."
   Again, Link licked at his thick lips. Darling, she'd said. The young 
bitch... if she wasn't Aaron's daughter! "I'll be there in twenty 
minutes," he said. "And you know you can trust old Link..."

                 *  *  *

   Jean Blakely awakened to a typical, sunny California morning, a warm
sensation of pleasureful gratification mellowing her curvaceous young 
body. She sighed, stretching languorously beneath the thin covering of 
the satin sheet, finally aware of her nakedness. She seldom slept in 
the complete raw, she idly thought, especially when Mark wasn't beside 
her, and he had been on duty last night, hadn't he?
   Abruptly, Jean sat upright in the bed, the thin sheet falling to her 
slender waist, exposing the lush twin mounds of her rounded white 
breasts. My God, had she dreamed it, or had it actually happened? The 
pleasant torpor she had momentarily enjoyed immediately dissolved into 
anxious alertness as her brain was flooded with a barrage of frightening 
mental reflections! Habitually, she tossed her head then brushed the 
disheveled tresses of her long blonde hair behind her naked shoulders. 
It had to have been a nightmare... all of it, she logically reasoned, 
swallowing at the tightness in her throat. But then, as she moved in the 
bed, she sensed the viscid wetness dampening the warm, smooth flesh of 
her vaginal lips and soft inner-thighs and quickly pressed the sheet 
back to investigate.
   She both saw and felt with her exploring fingers, the still moist 
saturation of her sparse young pubic-hair and the sticky secretion 
seeping from between her legs, causing the narrow ribbon of pink 
intimate flesh to sparklingly glisten. My God... it was true... not a 
nightmare! It had actually happened! Caesar... he had been there and... 
and made love to her!
   Jean's brain reeled in combination shock and sensual revival as it 
began to vividly recount all that had happened, even to the three who 
had burst in on her in the darkness while she was... was... yes, 
fingering herself! But, had that part really happened... had they been 
there... tied her to the bed? Anxiously, she swung to the floor and 
gaped around the room! Yes... there was her shredded nightie... and the 
bonds they'd tied her with! Stockings, they had used... and Caesar had 
untied them with his teeth! Oh God... that beautiful animal, she 
breathlessly recalled, tiny sensations of loving warmth rippling through 
her naked loins and tremorous belly at the memory of him!
   The rattling sound of a key in the front door-lock startled her. 
Mark... he was just coming home! Quickly, she picked up her robe from 
the boudoir chair and slipped into it, buttoning as she moved about the 
room snatching up all the telltale evidence, her confused mind racing 
along a new vein. As much as she wanted to tell him everything, she 
realized that she could not... not even of the three who had broken with 
the intentions of raping her! How could she explain why they had left 
without doing what they'd came for? She would have to bring Caesar into 
it, and that she had no intentions of doing! Mark would never rest until 
he'd killed the great dog, which, she desperately realized, would be the 
equivalent at that unsettled moment, of destroying a part of her!
   "Oh, so you're already up," Mark said, filling the doorway and 
smiling tiredly at her. "I thought maybe I could sneak in and kiss you 
awake."
   Jean managed a nervous little smile in response, taking the small 
bundle of silkish items she had gathered to a dresser-drawer and 
carelessly tucking them away. "If I'd known, I would've waited and 
pretended," she said, crossing the room to him and raising her lips to 
be kissed.
   Mark did, hungrily slipping his arms around her to draw her tightly 
against him. He kissed her warmly, then raised his head several inches 
to gaze into her beautiful face. "About yesterday, Baby... cripes, I'm 
sorry. I was so damned exhausted... but next time it's going to be 
different, I promise you that!"
   Jean stretched upward and kissed his lips, wholly conscious of his 
sincerity. Momentarily, a gentle glow of deep love filled her, 
commanding her immediate attention at the feel of his strong, hard body 
pressed against the soft yield of her own. God... how she wished she 
could tell him everything... but how could she? She placed her hands 
onto his chest and gently pressured away from him.
   "You must be hungry, Darling," she said, taking his hand and moving 
into the hallway. "Come on, I'll fix us some breakfast."
   "I'm starved if you want to know the truth," he replied, moving 
wearily along behind her. "Walking the streets all night isn't exactly 
my cup of tea. I don't know how the old beat-cop ever stood up under it. 
No wonder they called him 'flatfoot.'"
   With a sigh, he slipped into the breakfast nook and leaned his head 
back to watch her wash her hands, then measure ground coffee into the 
percolator. Jean felt his keen eyes on her back and an uncontrollable 
tremor of guilt chilled the length of her spine. She was even hesitant 
to ask him what had happened... if they had seen or heard the wild 
pack... afraid she might somehow betray her wonderful animal-lover and 
the forbidden secret they shared together. She could hardly keep the 
great dog out of her mind, remembering in lucid retrospect flashes of 
the ecstasy he had brought her!
   "Needless to say, we didn't see hide nor hair of that damned vicious 
brute," Mark commented with a yawn, his bitter reference to Caesar 
reflexively vexing lean. "We heard them, though, baying up in the hills, 
and once there was a hell of a howl right here in town, but none of the 
sentries saw anything."
   "He... he probably won't come back into Crescent Valley again," Jean 
protectively said. "Maybe he'd just take his pack elsewhere..."
   "And maybe he won't," Mark replied, rubbing at his tired eyes. 
"Anyway, we can't afford to take that chance... not with a wild 
sonofabitch that dares attack young girls and actually rapes them... 
Damn, you know, I still can hardly believe it! A wild animal like that 
actually making a sexual assault on a human female..."
   "He doesn't sound very much like a base animal to met!" Jean sharply 
asserted, unable to contain herself at her young husband's degrading 
remarks of the massive, loving dog, and sorry immediately after.
   "Hey... that's a crazy thing to say, Honey," Mark declared, leaning 
forward on the table of the booth to more closely observe her. "I don't 
get your meaning at all. What else would you call a wild and vicious 
brute-animal?"
   Panicky, Jean sought for an answer, berating her own impulsive 
stupidity. As one lie begets another, so might one indiscreet statement, 
she realized, as she said: "Did it ever occur to you that maybe he was 
seduced into doing what he did?"
   For a long moment, Mark didn't speak... couldn't. He merely sat 
staring at his young, ravishing blonde wife, while she busied herself 
with frying-pan, eggs and the like at the stove, not so much as tossing 
him a single glance to accompany her absurd question.
   "C-Christ, Jean... did I hear you right?" he managed, swinging his 
feet around until they stuck out from the booth where he sat, almost 
reaching to the center of the small room. "You really couldn't mean 
that... little Annie Purcell actually seducing the wild bastard?"
   "Well, why not?" Jean snapped, caught up in this malicious web of her 
own making, and further enraged by her husband's spurious terms for 
Caesar. She sensed her blue eyes smoldering as she glared at him. "To 
me, that's far more feasible than Caesar's attacking her! She's a 
wilderness girl, isn't she... a huntress and all of that? What's so 
impossible about her somehow seducing him? Women have done it before 
with dogs and donkeys, and God knows what-not!
Well... haven't they?"
   Suddenly, more fascinated than shocked, Mark continued to stare at 
his lovely wife, the full realization of her words weirdly adding up to 
him. Christ, was it possible? Like she said, it made a hell of a lot 
more sense than the goddamned beast raping her! She could have ripped 
her own clothing to shreds, and that certainly sounded more in keeping 
than the other way round! But... but how could she get next to that 
damned wild monster... and would she dare try? What the hell!
   "Baby... I think maybe you've just opened a new can of worms... one 
nobody but another woman would ever think of!" Mark said, getting to his 
feet to pace meditatingly around their small kitchen. "In fact, maybe 
you've just hit the nail smack on the head... though I can't see why she 
would cry rape, unless she was looking to gain some warped notoriety... 
you know... like the Salem witch trials..."
   "Well... I'm not all that certain Mark," Jean interrupted him, 
swallowing tightly as she realized the possible damage she could be 
doing to an innocent young girl's reputation. "I-I merely meant to imply 
that Caesar may not be as bad as he's painted..." She paused there, 
almost hearing her husband's eyes as they clicked to fasten on her. God, 
why didn't she shut up?
   "Hey... what is this with you... referring to this crazy vicious wild 
dog as 'him' and 'he' rather than 'it'... calling it Caesar? Have you 
been listening to Granny Obert again? Have you, Jean?"
   "How do you want your eggs?"
   "Never mind that, answer my question, Baby," he said, going to her 
and taking her gently by the shoulders, forcing her to face him. "Have 
you?"
   Jean dropped her eyes with an intentional 'naughty-girl' reaction, 
her protective brain racing, aware that he had provided the out for her. 
She sighed.
   "Yes," she finally replied. "Yesterday morning... I wanted to know 
more about the stories... the myths, as you say..."
   "And what do you say, Darling?" he partially smiled, his eyes 
searching hers.
   She made a tiny nod, as if reluctant to do so, but knowing it was the 
surest way of escaping the situation she had been sinking deeper and 
deeper into... as well as protecting their unacceptable relationship of 
hours before.
   "Myths, right?" he insisted.
   "Oh Mark... I don't know... I guess so," Jean answered him, but still 
unwilling to readily deny her wonderful animal-lover. "I don't know, 
anymore than I'm capable of accusing Annie Purcell of such a thing..."
   "Don't let the Annie idea bother you, Baby," he assured, letting go 
of her and going back toward the booth. "Whether you're right or wrong 
there, none of us will ever know. I certainly wouldn't make the issue of 
it. What could it prove one way or the other? Only a nasty piece of 
circumstances for Annie, and no one wants that. Besides, it wouldn't 
change a damned thing, the pack has to be destroyed either way..."
   Jean started to speak but the ringing telephone stopped her. She made 
a motion toward laying down the spatula to answer it, but Mark was 
enroute.
   "I'll get it," he sighed. "It's undoubtedly for me... probably one of 
the ranchers wanting to know what the hell I'm going to do about the 
sheep he lost last night..."
   Jean held up on cracking the eggs into the pan. The coffee was ready 
and she poured herself a cup, noticing the trembling of her hand. A cold 
sensation of illicit sensations shivered through her. For the first time 
in her life, she realized, she had blindly been ready to sacrifice... to 
hurt another person's reputation in the protection of her own... and a 
lover's! Dear God, this must be what an adulterous woman felt!
   "Hey Steve, you old hack!" Mark's jubilant voice severed her 
thoughts. She moved toward the doorway, holding her coffee cup to 
listen, a pleasant recognition drawing a smile. "How's Carol?" she heard 
him ask as he dropped onto the arm of the overstuffed chair. "Wait a 
minute..." he said, then to her in the doorway: "It's Steve Foster! 
Yeah, Steve, I had to tell Jeannie who was piping me this early in the 
morning from the big town... Yeah, that's right. What's up, anyway?... 
Well, that's the way it looks, Steve... and there's a reliable doctor's 
report to substantiate it. But where did you pick it up? I didn't know 
it was national news... Well, thanks for that, anyway! If this got an 
Associated United Press headlines we'd be snowed with reporters, and 
that we don't need right now... Yeah, still running wild and furious, 
but no more girls..." Mark laughed. "I can imagine with that lurid rag 
you represent... Listen, why don't you come up? Bring Carol with you. 
You guys can stay with us. Jean needs someone like Carol right now... 
Oh, anytime... tomorrow if you can make it! Good... just as soon as you 
can, then... Right we'll be looking for you, buddy... right, 'till you 
get here... Bye."
   He cradled the phone, stood and wasted toward her, a pleased smile 
lightning his handsome face. "Good old Steve," he said, reaching out to 
slip an arm around her waist and walk her back toward the stove. "Some 
guy up here from L.A. on a fishing trip told him about the pack and 
Annie Purcell's rape. So that expose magazine he works for is ready to 
send him up. He and Carol will be here in a day or so to spend some time 
with us. Sound good?"
   "Great," Jean smilingly replied. "Lord, it seems as if we haven't 
seen them in years, instead of months."
   "It does at that, Baby," Mark said, dropping heavily into the booth 
once more. "Maybe that's what we both need... old friends to put our 
minds straight, eh?"
   Jean continued to smile toward him, an excited sensation of warmth 
abruptly filling her at the thought of Carol... of Steve coming. She 
crossed to the booth and bent down, cupping his face in her hands to 
kiss.
   "How would you like your eggs, master?" she whispered, the first 
plans of a wonderful, indulgent evening with this man, her husband, 
before their guests arrived, trickling through her mind.
   "Burned."
   "Sunnyside or flipped?"
   "However you burn them best, Baby," he teased, slipping a hand inside 
her robe to cup the full resilience of one hanging breast.
   "You devil!" she hissed. "Don't you want to eat?"
   "What else do you think I'm searching for?" he managed, his big hand 
gently caressing the rounded, soft mound, erotically taunting its tiny 
nipple.
   Jean gasped to his warm fondling touch, further delights building in 
her mind. "Tonight," she softly suggested. "A beautiful evening 
together... and you manage that mister deputy sheriff... an evening of 
love with your wife?"
   Mark couldn't restrain his harsh breathing. He grabbed her and kissed 
her. "Like all the Caesars in the world couldn't stop me, Baby!" he 
vowed, his big hands caressing the smooth skin of her pretty face.
   "And your eggs, Darling?"
   "Lay them! Lay them and I'll eat 'em raw!"



Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 7


   At school Annie Purcell's classmates had begun to look at her as if 
she were some sort of freak. Sympathy had quickly given way to coarse 
mutterings and lurid stares, shocking the pretty teenager at first, but 
not for long. Several times she caught so-called girl friends gaping 
disparagingly at her, while boys ogled after her with snickering little 
laughs, vulgar whisperings passing amongst them. What was it Birt Smith, 
a boy who had been trying to date her for months, had said: "Oh, to be a 
dog!"
   It amazed Annie that she was being veritably ostracized, yet 
simultaneously, it fascinated her in the realization that she welcomed 
her banishment from their junior league! Since her incredible sexual 
ravishment by the mind-shattering Caesar, nothing had been the same for 
her. She was no longer that child-like teenager the powerful dog had 
chosen to assault and rape, and well did she know it. Once the traumatic 
effects had passed, she'd been left with only the acute awareness of 
mental and physical changes, especially within the intimate female of 
her young, awakened body. Constantly, she relived every vivid moment of 
his fierce ravishment, and the uncontrollable manner in which she had 
finally given herself to him in wild, abandoned passion!
   More than just the natural secrets of life had flowered open to her 
that unbelievable night, the chestnut-haired young teenager realized. 
The bursting, impalement of his huge, hard animal-penis slithering up 
into the virginal core of her naked young loins had kindled a ravenous, 
burning hunger and left it smoldering there in her craving belly, ending 
her adolescent stage forever!
   She thought of that now as she sat on the couch with one shapely 
white leg folded beneath her, staring idly at the TV and sipping on one 
of her uncle's beers. She would never have cried rape either, she 
remembered, if Fred Clark hadn't happened along when she was trying to 
stumble home completely naked. God, what else could she say but the 
truth? Again, she drank lightly from the bottle and smiled to herself, 
thinking of the way the old geezer had lecherously gaped at her, then 
tried to put his arms around her and fondle her young curves as if to 
comfort her.
   Sex, the delicious ingredient that made life worth living for the 
young and old alike, she mused, delighted with the pleasant feelings 
filling her. The beer had added to them and Uncle Link didn't mind her 
snitching one now and then as long as she didn't over-do it, though she 
couldn't help but wonder how he'd feel about the marijuana joint she had 
just smoked. He shouldn't really mind that either, seeing that he was 
Crescent Valley's sole supplier... another fact she'd forced herself to 
face these past two days.
   She keenly surveyed the thinning cloud of sweet-smelling, bluish 
smoke, her vision seemingly accentuated as she watched it curling 
outward through the screens of the window and opened front-door. It was 
a comparatively new experience for her, only the last two days, and 
simple enough to come by at school. Leo Vincent had hesitated to sell it 
to her because of Uncle Link, but once she'd resorted to a bit of 
seductive charm, the pimply-faced character had been ready to do a Sir 
Walter Raleigh for her. God, just the sight of him nauseated her... but 
she'd gotten what she wanted, and that was the way of this world, wasn't 
it?
   What was that saying... "A dog eat dog existence?" Appropriate, to 
say the least, she tittered to herself, stretching out her naked, 
shapely white legs before her, their small feet raised from the floor 
with barefooted toes curling back toward her. She felt the tautening 
muscles and cords in her firm, rounded thighs tingling excitingly in 
their agitating strain of her loins and smooth little belly. A tiny 
tremor rippled upward to trace along her spine, suggestively inspiring 
lustful thoughts and anemones.
   God, she thought, if only there was some way she could entice him 
back once more... at least, once more! The crazy-wild sensations he'd 
sent screaming through her! And when she'd cum with his great animal 
cock up inside her pussy... oh wow! Her finger was nothing in 
comparison! She couldn't help but wonder if a boy, or man could make her 
cum like that! It was as if she'd exploded inside, she graphically 
remembered! The very earth had trembled! Was it like that with the man 
you fell in love with... or any man, at all?
   She brushed her small hand over the snug, sleeve-like leg of her 
knitted hot-pants, noting the way they provocatively clung to the 
outline of her full white thighs and sensuous little hump of her vaginal 
lips. Even with panties, she heatedly discerned, they clung there, 
visually emphasizing the puffy crease between her legs. Now, what sharp 
little male mind could have devised these teasers... or had it been a 
female... a lesbian perhaps, she thought, intrigued with her own new 
sensually awakened world? God, how could girls give themselves to other 
girls when there were boys... men... dogs, such as Caesar?
   God, she was hot again! Again? Still, was more like it... and there 
came Uncle Link's car swinging into the driveway... the end of a perfect 
Saturday morning. Nell was gone, and there was housework to be done. She 
should fix him some lunch. He must be tired after all night... and his 
bleached, ex-bed-partner had hightailed it, a move Annie couldn't blame 
her for after seeing her face.
   Oddly enough, she didn't seem to mind the older woman's leaving. In 
fact, she was pleased that she was gone. Neither of them needed her... 
not anymore. Before... B.C... before Caesar, Annie mused, smiling to 
herself at her clever parallel, she'd felt the want of the woman's 
presence as some sort of fortifying buffer against her uncle's 
overwhelming maleness. But not any longer. A new and intriguing world 
had been opened to her... and she was capable of looking after herself 
now, as well as Uncle Link!

                 *  *  *

   Link Morgan partially staggered into the kitchen of his frame-house on
Cypress Street shortly after noon. In his gruff mind he was well aware 
of his drunkeness, as well as the dull, throbbing ache at his heavy loins. 
Lydia Newell, the young bitch, had done nothing but add to the latter. 
She was some sort of cock-tease all right, he reflected, jerking open the 
refrigerator door to search for a beer. He preferred liquor, but knew 
he didn't have a drop in the house. A stubby brown bottle, capped and 
cold, caught his eye and he extracted it.
   The little cunt... if only she wasn't Newell's daughter! He'd have 
fucked her for sure... sitting there in her daddy's chair with her legs 
teasingly spread and no panties... nothing but black-haired young cunt 
nakedly winking at him! She knew... she knew all right, the little 
bitch... with her tight young pussy glaring at him... knowing he dare 
not make that mistake! Christ, his cock felt like a swollen lead-hammer! 
The little pricktease... but she had an idea, didn't she... and she 
wanted Mark Blakely's balls... that was something... if they could pull 
it off! The kitchen door swung toward him and his niece, Annie, entered 
carrying an empty plate and beer-bottle. Link stared at her in the 
tightly clinging hot-pants, their patterned black brevity revealing the 
beginning swell of curved white flesh to her smooth young buttocks when 
she crossed in front of him. His eyes jerked upward to the wispy little 
halter that was barely containing her firm, full breasts, and she smiled 
at him, tossing her chestnut-hair back, the movement causing the 
youthful, ripe mounds to gently ripple.
   "Hi, Uncle Link... I saw you drive in," she said, placing the dish 
and bottle in the sink. "Hope you don't mind my drinking one of your 
beers?"
   "O-One now and then won't hurt you," he said, with thickened tongue.
   "Are you hungry? Can I get you some lunch... or breakfast?"
   He stared at the tempting white columns of her teenaged legs, their 
full roundness of thigh, the satin-like, tapering shapliness of their 
youth as they swept downward curvaceously into slender ankles. She was 
barefooted, her toes glinting with pearlish nail-polish. His red-rimmed 
eyes razed back upward over her, hungrily dwelling on the curved arch of 
her ovalled young buttocks inside their skin-tight, contrasting hot 
pants, and the way they nuzzled tightly into the crotch below her flat 
teenaged belly. The big man swallowed drily, his eyes gaping at the 
naked smooth flesh whitely separating the two black garments, and again 
as they raised to the lushness of her thrusting, girlish breasts, their 
tiny pebble-like nipples embossed against the flimsy material hiding 
them from him!
   "Can... can I get you something, Uncle Link?" Annie repeated, her 
voice momentarily catching.
   The big man licked at his lips, then grinned at her. "You can open 
this beer, Baby," he said, and then when she came close enough, he 
reached out to encircle his powerful arm around her slender waist.
   A little gasp of surprise escaped Annie as he effortlessly snuggled 
her against him, his great shock of white hair and unshaven face roughly 
grazing the soft flesh of her left arm, while his big hand spread hotly 
across her naked midriff. "You're a sweet little girl, Baby," he hissed, 
"a... a sweet little girl to your Uncle Link..."
   "I-I try to be," she heard herself say, hardly aware that she was 
even speaking. The feel of his male closeness and his hot, rough hand on 
her sensitive exposed skin flashing an unexpected sensation to her 
brain. It... it had to be the pot and beer, she reasoned, forcing a 
little laugh. "Better let me go if you want this beer opened..."
   "To hell with that!" he choked, taking it from her and setting it on 
the table? "I don't need it as much as I need you, baby girl! Yeah... 
old Uncle Link needs you bad right now, Annie doll... and you know what 
I mean, don't you? You've had it... Caesar, I mean, the goddamned dog! 
I... I won't hurt you as much as he did, Baby! I swear it... I won't 
hurt you at all!"
   Annie sensed every muscle in her tender young body grow tense! It... 
it had finally happened... the very dreaded moment she'd feared so long, 
yet chose to ignore! Nell Carter's presence had given her a feeling of 
safety... but Nell was gone! She had nothing but her own ingenuity... 
and that was little short of a drug-weakened joke!
   "Pl-Please, Uncle Link... let me open your beer?"
   "Piss on the beer, little girl!" he vulgarly replied, holding tightly 
to her as he stumbled onto his feet, then swept her up bodily inside his 
strong arms. Her naked legs futilely kicked when he clutched one rounded 
young breast inside the palm and grasping fingers of his huge hand, the 
other wrapping around the smooth flesh of her thigh until one long, 
thick finger brushed at the outlined little slit her snug hot-pants 
emphasized between her legs. "After six years, I deserve more than that, 
Annie baby... more than that!" He started to walk with her, moving 
through the house toward his bedroom, she wildly realized, as she 
squirmed and flailed helplessly inside the tight grip of his powerful 
arms and hands. "It ain't as if you've never been fucked before, girl!" 
he drunkenly blurted, his voice anything but harsh. "I ain't going to 
hurt you, Baby, I promise!"
   "Oh God no... please, Uncle Link... please?" Annie begged, his use of 
the four-letter work sensually knifing up between her legs with a 
strange fiery excitement. She had never heard it used before with such 
definite meaning... in fact, she wasn't certain she'd ever heard it 
actually spoken! "Please... please don't... my God, think of Mama!"
   Link threw her onto his bed and glared drunkenly down at her. "You 
little bitch! Damnit, don't ever say anything like that to me again, you 
hear?" he snarled. "Don't ever mention your mama! This is between you 
and me! Goddamn, Annie girl... I need you! Your Uncle Link needs you 
right now! I ain't going to hurt you, I said! You got to trust me... and 
I promise, I'll make it good for you... real good! You got to trust me, 
Baby! You understand... do you? Well, do you?"
   "Oh... oh, Uncle Link... I'm afraid! We shouldn't... you know we 
shouldn't!" Annie gasped, an uncontrollable tremor of excitement quaking 
her voice as she began to cry, tears dampening her teenaged cheeks.
   Link dropped down beside her, hungrily clutching her youthful curves 
tightly against him. He smothered her with his massive body, kissing her 
face and throat while he raked his huge hands over her, lustfully 
discovering the firm young curves of her ripe, teenaged body as she 
began to whimper and moan beneath him. "Christ!" he swore, as suddenly 
she groaned aloud and seemed to melt up against him, her small hands 
clutching at his back, her tiny, sweet-tasting tongue darting into his 
mouth!
   His own coarsely groaning sounds filled the room as hungrily, he 
sucked at her little-girl tongue while his fumbling big hands began to 
pull at the brief pieces of clothing covering her.
   "No! No wait... don't tear them!" Annie managed, withdrawing her 
tongue and pressing her hands against his chest. "I-If you're really 
going to do it to me... let me take them off! They're the only hot-pants 
I've got."
   "Jesus Christ!" Link choked, finally rolling off of her, the fearful 
little smile she was offering him about to drive him ape! Then, when she 
was free to get up, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips first, 
abruptly hopping from the bed like an imp... but a more ravishing imp... 
than he'd always thought of her as being. "Listen, my little girl... 
I'll buy all the goddamned hot-pants, or anything else you can come up 
with! You hear me, Baby? You do this for your Uncle Link, empty his 
balls good, and he'll take care of you! Anything you want, just ask... 
that's all!"
   Annie stood beside the bed looking down at him, the excited, 
frightened smile on her pretty young face unrestrainably founded on the 
wildly growing sexual sensations permeating her whole trembling young 
body. It had to be the pot and beer, she realized, that on top of the 
sensual awakening that the dog Caesar, had unleashed within her! She 
wanted to know... had to know... and yes, she owed him something... even 
this, she defensively acquiesced, reaching up behind her back to remove 
her halter.
   "You better take those clothes off now," she whisperingly suggested, 
as she slowly removed the halter to expose her young, full breasts to 
him. "You might not get another chance... and then, you'll miss the 
boat."
   "Christ... I'll be a... goddamn!" Link mumbled, his eyes faxed on the 
tantalizingly revealed charms of his own niece as she slowly, 
deliberately, he drunkenly reasoned, slipped out of the tiny halter, the 
full, rounded mounds of her thrusting young breasts presented nakedly to 
him. He struggled from the bed, never taking his eyes away from her as 
he pulled at his clothing! He still couldn't believe it, that he was 
getting her to strip down naked without a screaming struggle... and all 
the time, she'd been right there at his fingertips!
   Fuck, he was going to flip, all right he concluded as he watched her 
wriggle out of her flimsy hot-pants and tiny nylon panties, his blurred-
eyes struggling to focus on the voluptuous curves of her naked teenaged 
body, plus the anxious little smile she was unintentionally taunting him 
with.
   "Well come on, Uncle!" Annie tremulously urged, squirming her 
nakedness down onto the bed and refusing to acknowledge any of the 
condemning thoughts that were trying to reach her now desire-inflamed 
mind. She wanted to know... had to know if it could be the same! 
Feverish ripples of lewdly rising desire tormented her. She stretched 
out nakedly on the bed to stare at him shedding his clothes, focusing 
her young eyes on the final unveiling of his hair-covered loins and 
gasping hesitantly at the sight!
   Dear God! He was massive! His... his cock... it must be as big as 
Caesar's! She gaped at it, cringing reflexively at its huge length and 
thickness! She couldn't take her eyes from the obscene spectacle! His 
heavy balls hung between his legs like some monster, waggling as he 
moved nakedly toward the bed to her!
   "Don't hurt me... please don't hurt me, Uncle Link!" she whimpered as 
he lowered his solid weight down beside her, causing the bed to sag and 
forcing her to slide against the hot, hairy hardness of his muscular 
body. "Oh... please?"
   Link took her inside his powerful arms, his breathing coming 
raspingly from his lungs at the sensorial delight of her tender, 
yielding nakedness trembling hotly against him, her last pleas unheard. 
Instead, he smashed his thick tongue between her girlish lips into her 
warm mouth, his one huge hand raking over the soft, resilient mounds of 
her young breasts. Greedily, they clutched and kneaded, rolling and 
pinching their tiny, hardened nipples, raising little gasps to escape 
her around his thrusting tongue.
   Annie moaned helplessly within the imprisonment of his confining 
arms. His hot, thick tongue bursting into her mouth, the feel of his 
long, throbbing penis and hairy loins pressuring against the soft flesh 
of her hips and thigh; then the eager, unrestrained caresses of his big 
hand on her sensitive teenaged breasts, immediately fired new quickly 
growing sensations of heated passion to race up between her legs. His 
coarse hand began grazing down her ribs and side, across her quaking 
belly, finally reaching the moistened intimacy of her vibrantly flushed 
vaginal crevice. She tensed, erotically quivering against him as he 
toyed momentarily in the sparse, silken pubic curls between her legs, 
then gently with one finger, traced the length of her tightly clenched 
pussy lips. Downward and back up, his thick finger brushed, gradually 
easing into the wet, sensitive inner-flesh until it reached her tiny, 
erect clitoris! He flicked it with the tip of his middle finger and she 
gasped up into his mouth! He pinched the erect bud and she repeated her 
shivering gasp! He ran his finger back down through the tingling, liquid 
flesh to the small opening of her vaginal channel, and while his tongue 
began to orally fuck into her mouth, he slipped his long, thick middle 
finger up into the moistened sheath of her excited cuntal passage!
   "Oooohhh... ohhhhh Uncleee!" Annie chokingly moaned around his 
plunging tongue.
   God! It was... it was going to be everything she had hoped for! His 
wonderful hand was setting her right off into space! She couldn't even 
imagine a moral sense of right or wrong! Ooooohhhh... it was super... 
super, she wildly thought as his long, slowly working middle finger 
began to smoothly slip in and out of her wet, dilated cunt-channel, a 
new wave of passionate excitement rippling over her naked, teenaged 
flesh.
   Abruptly, his pleasure-bringing finger was easing out of her and he 
began to move bodily downward away from her. "Oh please, Uncle Link... 
don't stop now?" Annie disappointedly pleaded.
   "Stop?" he rasped. "Christ, Baby, I'm just beginning!"
   He moved back up over her, a lustful animalish grunt escaping him as 
he began to kiss her young face and throat, shoulders and breasts. 
Hungrily, he squeezed the full supple mounds to cone-shaped points, 
ravenously sucking their hardened little nipples into his mouth. While 
she groaned incessantly, he again moved down over her, burying his face 
in the soft, easily giving flesh of her smooth young belly. His wet 
tongue laved hotly into her tiny navel, sweeping hotly over the satin-
like surrounding flesh! And then, he was lying down between her full, 
quavering thighs that he had spread wide apart for himself! He lay flat 
on his stomach, his mouth only inches above her tight, pink vaginal 
crevice. He gaped up between her erectly throbbing breasts to see her 
intensively excited young face looking down at him.
   "Oh, Uncle Link... L-lick me there!" she breathlessly moaned. 
"Please... please lick it for me!"
   Christ, the big lawman thought, his lust-fired brain lecherously 
reeling at her low guttural pleadings. Shit, he couldn't believe it, his 
own little niece begging him to eat her cunt... not that he wouldn't 
whether she consented or not, but it was her wanting his tongue down 
between her thighs so bad that made his swollen cock throb so achingly 
beneath him! He ground its long, thick hardness into the give of the 
mattress and dropped his eyes once more to the intoxicating feast she 
presented to him. He gaped down at the delicious sight of her youthful 
loins between her open white thighs so vulnerably exposed to his every 
whim. The pink dewy flesh of her partially hidden pussy-crevice beneath 
the wispy soft pubic curls sent a salacious shiver charging up his broad 
back. He noted where the tight, narrow split started from the base of 
her flat young belly, slicing erotically downward between her full, 
rounded thighs to the firm ovals of her white buttocks, the smooth, lush 
mounds slightly raised and sensuously rotating now, just inches below 
his hot mouth.
   Tense and trembling in her drug-whetted desire, Annie felt the coarse 
palms of his big hands pressing heatedly against her inner thighs, 
spreading them even wider apart. Her breathing came raspingly from her 
chest as she waited in burning anticipation... and then it happened!
   "Ohhhhh... Uncle!" she lurched and groaned as his hot, wet lips 
closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her hungrily quivering 
belly. She sensed his damp, taunting kisses along the hair-lined crevice 
of her electrified cunt... gentle, feverish kisses... until his searing 
tongue parted her wispy young pubic hair and began to flick snakelike at 
the sensitively flushed vaginal opening!
   Every muscle in Annie's voluptuous, teenaged body uncontrollably 
reacted to the lustfully inciting licking of her opened cunt lips, while 
choking moans of delight gurgled passionately up from the depths of her 
throat. Intense shocks of sensual flame were wildly setting her whole 
young body aglow. Consciously, then, she smoothed her small hands over 
the ripe mounds of her palpitating breasts, stroking downward over the 
smooth skin of her belly, finally bringing them to rest on either side 
of her feverishly sucking cunt-lips.
   She could hear her uncle's panting gasps and feel his hot breath 
against her silken pussy-hair. Slowly and deliberately, she spread the 
fleshy, hair-lined cunt lips open to him with slender fingers, her soft 
hands grazing his cheeks as he groaned and drew his hot, moistened 
tongue up through the exposed, sensitive pink flesh.
   Link Morgan's lecherous brain reveled in its lust. He raised his head 
and gaped down at the ragged, pink-edged lips his young niece held open 
for him, its wet, jeweled delicacy completely exposed to the ravenous 
gleam of his incestuous eyes. Avidly, he absorbed the loin-throbbing 
sight, noting particularly that the single sign of her virginity was 
gone and remembering why. Hot spasms of satyrical desire convulsed 
through him and again, he ground his aching cock feverishly into the 
bedding beneath him.
   Goddamn!" he hoarsely cursed.
   "Oh please, Uncle Link... don't stop... do it for me? I-It feels so 
wonderful! Please... lick it... lick it for me with your tongue?" he 
heard his impassioned niece beg in a quivering whisper.
   Christ, he didn't know whether he could stand it or not! He might 
wind up with a goddamned heart attack! He stared at her finger spread 
little pussy crevice glistening moistly with its viscid wetness of 
arousal that he had unleashed inside her. Her tight little cunt mouth 
was actually twitching as she squirmed her luscious, youthful loins up 
teasingly at his face as he drank in its soft, fleece lined smoothness! 
Then suddenly, he dropped his head, plunging the full length of his hot, 
lecherous tongue deep up into the clutching warm depths of her seething 
young vaginal passage!
   Gasping and writhing, Annie moaned out her sensual elation. "Oooohhh 
Goddddd! Y-Yess... yessss! Do it to me! Lick it, Uncle Link! Oooohhhh... 
it feels so good... so goodddd!"
   Link felt her small hands clutch at his head, her fingers wound 
tightly in his hair; she groaned and whimpered, forcefully pulling his 
face into the opened raw flesh of her young, excited cunt. He sensed the 
toss of her head flailing back and forth as he speared up into the hot, 
liquid depths of her now ravenously sucking passage. She ground her 
rounded, curvaceous young hips downward uncontrollably, her buttocks 
digging into the softness of the mattress, squirming wildly as little 
animal-like mewlings burst from between her clenched, white teeth. Then, 
she raised her eager, naked genitals up to him, pressing his face into 
the thin wet, vertical mouth up between her open thighs, its seething 
vaginal walls opening and closing in a voracious swallowing of his 
rhythmically thrusting tongue, pulling at it in a greedy starving-like 
manner that he could hardly believe!
   Fuck, he was going to crack up sure as hell! Never in his life had he 
ever imagined anything to equal this... or the aching throb of his iron-
hard cock! Lydia Newell, that deputy sheriff Blakely's wife, none of 
their smooth cunts, he bet, could match the little girl tightness of her 
hot, wriggling little hole! His own baby Annie... a fire-filled young 
hot box... Christ, had the goddamned dog done this to her? Well... if it 
had, more power to the sonofabitch! He'd awakened for old Uncle Link 
that luscious little hole up between her legs that he would never give 
up! And to think this was only the beginning! He couldn't help but 
imagine all the things he was going to do to her! He'd teach her to suck 
his cock... if she didn't already know, and he'd fuck her up inside her 
beautiful, rounded young asshole! She'd sleep with him from now on, and 
he'd buy her little things to keep her happy!
   He raised his eyes to drunkenly fix on her lust-contorted young face, 
her head still flailing slowly at a set, rhythmic pace as her fingers 
clutched tighter in his hair. Christ, she couldn't wait, she was trying 
to force his mouth tighter to the small, ovalled entrance of her pussy. 
His big hands moved upward over the smooth, white flatness of her belly 
to the rounded, firm mounds of her swollen, teenaged breasts. Harshly 
they cupped the fleshy resilience, his fingers teasingly rolling their 
tiny hardened nipples between them, as he glued his ovalled lips to the 
intricate, passion-drenched little hole and burningly curled his thick, 
hot tongue up into her!
   She half-wailed, at the same time caressing his cheeks with her tiny 
hands flitting from his hair to his face and back, her young brain ready 
to burst in its ecstasy! Suddenly, she felt his hands under the backs of 
her knees and he was lifting her legs, forcing them up and back until 
her knees flattened her fire-filled, young breasts. His rough fingers 
pressed behind them, lifting her now completely vulnerable loins to his 
hungrily swirling tongue and mouth! It was then that she felt the warm 
wet contact of the hotly searing tip of it flick against her tightly 
puckered little anus, licking and probing at the sensitive opening to 
send unbelievable sensations of crazed, insane desire soaring through 
her trembling, young body!
   Oh God, she was going mad! Even Caesar, as beautiful as he'd been, 
had not probed the depths that another human could... or had he? God, at 
that moment, she didn't know! How could she compare? She had to have her 
Uncle's cock inside her! Maybe then she'd know... with that long, thick 
length of hardness filling her belly as Caesar's had!
   "Oh... oh Uncle Link... now... please... please do it... climb up 
between my legs and put it into me," she heard herself beg. "Now... 
right now...
   The desire-crazed police chief raised his head and stared up at her 
young, closed-eyed face. "What?" he questioned in a choking voice. "What 
is it you want, Baby? Speak up! Tell your Uncle Link exactly so he'll 
know how to please you! Tell him, Baby... tell him!"
   "Oh... fuck me, Uncle Link! Fuck me with your big cock!" Annie lewdly 
gasped, wanting to say it and knowing that was what he wanted to hear! 
"Yes... oh God... now! Fuck me with your beautiful big cock!"
   He didn't hesitate. She heard him grunt like an animal as he moved 
upward over her, his knees pressing against her inner thighs and 
spreading them wider apart. And then, he hung above her with posted 
arms, cradled between her spread legs, his long, thick cock hanging down 
not an inch from her hungrily throbbing young pussy-mouth.
   "Reach down and put it in!" he ordered, his breath washing hotly over 
her. "Come on, do it! Take my cock and put it in your pussy!"
   She mewled like a small kitten as her hands reached down to grasp it; 
then, Link sensed the quickening of her breathing as her hot, little 
fingers curled around it.
   "O-Oh... Uncle Link... it's huge... bigger than his... Caesar's, I 
think! I-I'm not sure that I can! I'm not that big, Uncle Link!"
   Link didn't wait for her to dwell on the subject. He was too filled 
with his own lust to toy with words. Instead, he bent to kiss her, and 
at the same time, grasped the length of his cock to tease the tip with 
up and down motions in the viscid hot flesh, until he was satisfied that 
her pubic hair was spread and its huge bulbous head was implanted 
slightly in the tight oval of her small cuntal mouth.
   "It might hurt a bit at first, Baby, but you just hang-tight! Dig 
your fingernails into Uncle Link... anything... and then it'll be 
fucking good!" he lewdly advised, his use of the forbidden word again 
inspiring wild sensations inside her.
   Had he moved slowly, pressured gently at first into the tight, young 
split between her legs, there might have been time for her to know the 
split-second agony of his stretching entry, but he didn't. The big, 
drunken man was too overwhelmed with the raging want of his fired-up 
sexual need! He had to bury his huge cock inside her young, teenaged 
belly, smother it in the hot, slippery little hop that had left a fresh, 
sweet-tasting nectar on his lecherous tongue.
   "N-Not too fast, Uncle... please!" she started, her voice increasing 
into a rising wail as he sent the huge, hot length worming into her with 
a gushing charge. "Oh... ooohhh!" she cried out helplessly beneath him, 
gouging her nails into the solid flesh of his arms with the pain as his 
massive hardness soared deeply up into her tight young belly! "Oh God! 
Y-You've ripped me... you have! You have!"
   Link knew different! He laughed because he knew, not meaning to be 
cruel, but only because he was aware that her tight young cunt would 
stretch twice as much before it shed a single drop of protesting blood! 
And as well was he conscious of the fact that she'd shortly be going 
crazy beneath his long, thickly plunging cock. In the end, they were all 
alike, young and older... omnivorous, insatiable cunts designed solely 
to devour up and suck dry the cocks of man!
   Had she been able to, Annie would have fought him, squirmed away or 
spewed the massive length of his long, heavy rod of hardness from her 
agonized, cock stuffed pussy-hole, but there was absolutely no respite! 
She was totally defenseless beneath him, her flailing legs widespread, 
the tight young core of her loins penetrated to the fullest with his 
great, throbbing penis. Tears streamed down her cheeks with the 
expanding pain between her legs as she realized that nothing she could 
say would stop him! More animalish than Caesar, he began to fuck in and 
out of her, still resting above on his pillar-like arms, his massive 
loins working lewdly to send his huge, impaling cock deep up into the 
inhumanely stretched channel of her open young cunt.
   She felt his massive, sperm-filled balls smacking flatly up between 
the wide-spread cheeks of her buttocks, beating down against her tiny 
naked anus with lewd, rhythmic strokes that seemed to instigate 
incredible sensations of masochistic delight up her spine. Oh God... 
she'd hate him as long as she lived! The evil, wicked bastard! He 
wouldn't hurt her... he had promised he wouldn't... he'd promised! And 
now, one big hand was churning the sensitive, soft flesh of her firm 
right breast as if it were a handful of marshmallows! Squeezing and 
kneading it brutally... twisting its tiny nipple and sending... raging 
lewdly charged excitement roaring through her wide split loins! Oh 
God... his cock... his painfully beautiful cock! It was reaming and 
smashing in a maddening cadence in and out of her cunt, suddenly 
kindling a fire of friction that could only ignite and explode into 
overwhelming flame before it was finished!
   "Oooohh... oh Uncle... God yes! Fuck it! Fuck me! Give it to me, 
Darling!" she groaned and cried in young wanton lewdness, beginning to 
lift her cock impaled vagina up higher to meet his lengthy, thick 
hardness, its blood-inflated head gouging into her hot young belly with 
breathless pain-pleasure!
   Ohhh God, she blindly reasoned, her whole body was coming alive to 
the brutal fucking he was giving her! Her own uncle... Uncle Link, 
fucking her hot cunt... playing and taunting her tits... Licking her 
pussy! Oooohhh... she'd never be the same! She'd fuck him whenever he 
wanted... and suck his cock as best she could! Anything... anything! 
Oooohhh... she was going to... yes, she was going to cum... soon... very 
soon... cum like a fountain all over his wonderful, beautifully fucking 
cock buried as deep up inside her!
   Link realized her closeness and was thankful for it. He was no more 
than seconds away, himself! The clutching, wet tightness of her almost 
virginal young cunt was more than he could fight against! Immediately, 
it'd begun to milk the life from his desperately straining cock, its 
youthful naivete more than he was yet able to cope with! He could feel 
the small rhythmic sucking motions at the bloated depths of his balls, 
the fistlike suction of her grasping vaginal walls hotly and wetly 
massaging his throbbing cock! Shit... shit he was going to cum!
   "Oooohhhh... nowwww... give it to meeee... pleaseeeee! I... I'm 
cuumminngggg!" Annie wailed, throwing her tender, teenaged loins up onto 
his swelling cock, then wrapping her legs wildly up around his driving 
buttocks to cling tightly to him as with her internal pussy muscles she 
drew his long, thickly hardened length into the very sanctuary of her 
burning belly!
   Link sensed the eruption inside her when her desperately clutching 
body began to wildly convulse beneath him, her hot, tight cunt channel, 
nibbling and clutching like a scalding, liquid hand around the jerking, 
blood-engorged flesh of his swollen cock! Gushes of her warm, viscid 
orgasmic fluids spilled over his heavily aching penis, smoothing the way 
even more so into her young, heaving belly. It blew up for him then, 
too! He sensed it, his needle-like stream of hotly racing sperm roaring 
along the long full length of his pumping hardness... and then it was 
squirting into her with Dreamlike jets of mind-shattering lust!
   Once mores Annie groaned out her physical ecstasy as the flooding 
heat of her uncle's burning white sum spewed endlessly into her now 
forever stretched runt and belly, its unending liquid flow filling her 
intestines to the brim. She could feel the huge hardness of his 
pulsating cock-head deep in the very heart of her, pumping out its wetly 
cascading sperm, and at that moment, nothing else in the world 
mattered... only that she milk out from it with her hungrily working 
vaginal muscles its very last drop!


Caesar Comes, And His Revenge - Chapter 8


   Mark awakened with a smile late in the afternoon and warmly kissed 
his young bride. Enthused emotions of hope tremored inside Jean; she 
knew that he'd remembered and was looking forward to their planned 
evening of love. She toyed playfully with him for a few moments, her 
confidence growing, then left against his begging pleas, knowing he was 
in a state of hardness beneath the sheet. She didn't want anything to 
spoil their coming night of pleasure. She went to the kitchen to fix him 
a bite, while he finally made his presence known in the shower with a 
badly off-key baritone. Shortly, they ate together, exchanged 
expressions, words and kisses at the door before he left to 'check on 
things'. Two hours later, while she busied herself with personal chores 
and tried not to think of Caesar, he was back, and that was when her 
anxiously planned evening began.
   It was after eight when they finished the scrumptious dinner she had 
prepared, more than just a little pleased that it had all turned out so 
well. The way to a man's heart and all that, she thought, as Mark gayly 
helped her with the dishes. He was slightly tight from the martinis and 
wine, she knew, and just the way she wanted him. As a matter of fact, 
she wasn't feeling any pain either.
   After, she led him into the living room, turned on the tape recorder 
with a strip of some of their personal romantic favorites, then poured 
them both coffee and brandy. They snuggled up on the couch, his arm 
around her, his hand brushing incitingly against her breast in the 
manner of their intimate courting moments, that very intriguing gesture 
doing more to fire her than anything he could have ever imagined. And 
how badly she needed that with him now, after last night and her secret 
lover.
   "Mmmmmm... what a handsome man you are, Mark Blakely," she whispered, 
lifting her hand to his cheek and holding his face so that she could 
kiss his lips. "And, I'm going to ravish you now, before you suddenly 
get sleepy on me and change my opinion."
   Mark laughed, his happiness reflected in his voice. "That might not 
be a bad idea, Angel, along with the music, the liquor... I think I need 
something erotically stimulating."
   Again, Jean kissed him, caressing his face with her soft smooth 
hands, while simultaneously her pleasure-scheming mind worked. She 
wanted this night to be so right, so full! It was necessary that they 
intimately reached one another! It had to be tonight... it had to be, 
especially after the last frustrating time!
   "Darling, this is going to be the most wonderful night we've ever 
spent together!" she whisperingly exclaimed into his face. No 
inhibitions! Just love, Mark darling... love anyway you want it!"
   His eyes opened and his brow wrinkled as he kissed her. Her words 
churned lightly in his mind... but the more they churned, the deeper 
meaning they seemed to take on.
   Finally, he said: "Inhibitions... anyway I want it? What do you mean, 
Baby? Do we... either of us have some hang-ups I'm not up with?" There 
was only one other way of doing it... and that was oral sex! Christ, 
could she possible mean that? A lusty shiver shot through him at just 
the thought, any drowsiness he might have known leaving him as if he'd 
suddenly been doused with ice-water. He slipped his arms around her and 
drew her tightly against him, passionately kissing her.
   "No answers win you get from me, Lover," she half-smilingly 
whispered, illusively slipping from his arms to stand. "I'm going into 
bed now. I'm going to shower and fix myself all pretty for you. You can 
come along in ten-minutes. Use some nice smelling delights for your 
Jeannie after your shower... all over, Darling... all over!"
   Mark watched her trip lightly off down the hall, just the sound of 
her suggestive voice making his cock hammer, to say nothing of what 
she'd said! With a nervous hand, he lighted a cigarette, then sipped at 
his cooling coffee-royal while familiar music droaned into his head.
   The phone rang and he answered it. It was the sentry he'd placed in 
charge for the night, asking an unimportant question. If something 
should happen with the pack, or that Caesar-bastard, should he call 
Chief Morgan or him?
   "Christ, call both of us! And call as quick as you can!" Mark had 
snapped, finally returning to drop onto the davenport and trying to pick 
up his more infusing thoughts.
   As they passed back through his mind, Mark realized that he was way 
out in left-field. Of course, she meant nothing like that. What his 
little darling was looking for, and more than entitled to, was 
fulfillment from him. She wanted to cum when they fucked! That simple... 
nothing more... and he just better do it!
   "Come on, Baby!" her voice carried down the hallway. "Hurry... your 
kitten is waiting!"

                *  *  *

   She'd prepared everything, Mark thought as he walked from the bath 
into the bedroom. The light was even shadowed. She lay on the bed in the 
green, shortie see-through he had given her, her curvaceous white body 
enticingly revealed beneath its gossamery film. He swallowed tightly, the 
intoxicating sight of her and knowing that she was waiting for him alone
lustfully exciting him. He wore only his shorts, but knew they had to 
be swollen out in front without looking down.
   "I thought you'd never come," she teased in a whisper.
   "Wild horses couldn't keep me," he answered, noting the bottle of 
scotch and two glasses on his bedside table. He lowered himself to the 
bed in a sitting position, then leaned back to gently kiss her.
   "What was the phone call?"
   "Nothing... nothing important."
   "Good... come down here and make love to me," she softly hissed.
   Christ! Christ, he thought, scanning his eyes over the delectable 
loveliness of her offered, naked body... suddenly wondering what it was 
that kept wiring that feeling of unnatural tightness through him!
   "Mmmm... you taste so nice, Mr. Blakely. And you smell just 
gorgeous..."
   "Men shouldn't smell gorgeous... didn't you know?" he answered, 
kissing her and smoothing his hand upward over her full, firm breast 
beneath the nightie. "Women like you, smell gorgeous... men smell like 
animals."
   'Then, I like your animal-smell tonight, Darling," she whispered, 
abruptly kissing him with passion, her little wet tongue searching into 
his mouth and immediately fanning his kindling desire.
   Mark slipped his arms around her, drawing her tightly to him in their 
open-mouthed kiss and pressing his swollen cock tightly against her 
soft, equally responding loins.
   "I love you!" he said with fervent meaning.
   "I know... because I love you!" she vehemently replied.
   "Now, I'm going to prove it to you!" he hissed in the vein of their 
past love-talk.
   "You're what?" she whispered sensually, her sweet breath in his face.
"You mean.. you're going to fuck me?"
   Mark could only pull back his head and stare at her, the sound of the 
word from her innocent young lips an unbelievable phenomenon! "Did... 
did I hear right?" he half choked.
   "That you were going to fuck me, you mean?"
   "Christ almighty! Yes! Yes... I'm going to fuck you baby!"
   "Oh God, I want you to... Darling!"
   "I'm going to shove my aching cock right up into the tight, fuzzy 
little hole of your cunt!" he lewdly blurted.
   "Yes... oh yes, l want you too... fuck me in my hot little cunt-hole, 
darling, with your great big beautifully hard cock!"
   Mark couldn't believe it! Something had happened and he didn't know 
or care, what! He clutched her to him and rasped, "Oh baby, you 
beautiful, lovely girl! I love you... Christ, I do! My own little 
Jeannie!"
   "Mark... darling!" she whimpered, returning his kisses and squirming 
against him. "Let's take everything off now and do it... fuck... make 
love... fuck, fuck, fuck!"

                 *  *  *

   The light trickling from the open window meant nothing more to Caesar
than the presence of humans... especially the female with the long 
golden hair.
This was her place, the confinement where he first knew her. She would 
be
there, on the sleeping thing, waiting for him to come and mate with her.
   He moved noiselessly to the opened window, his sensitive ears keenly 
apprised of the night's every sound. Carefully, he listened to the soft 
vibrations of human-voices, recognizing those of his female with the 
golden hair. There was another of deeper quality, a male-human, he 
readily knew, and alternately they came to him in soft sibilances of 
affection!
   An instinctively bitter response charged through the massive animal 
and heedlessly, he raised onto his hind-legs, forepaws resting on the 
sill, his burning amber-eyes quickly surveying the lighted room and its 
inhabitants. He saw her soft, uncovered whiteness lying prone on the 
sleeping place, her long, female legs spread wide for the unclothed 
male-human who lay on top of her between them! Their vocal sighs and 
heavy human breathing filled the room, along with the sharp sounds of 
their squirming, heaving bodies, the male's muscular hips and buttocks 
rising and falling in a natural rhythm that Caesar intuitively 
understood! They were mating in the human fashion!
   Fierce resentment and jealousy filled the huge German Shepherd as 
briefly he watched their urgent rutting movements, the piquant smell of 
their moistly connecting genitals reaching his acute nostrils and 
causing him to slowly bare his fangs!
   Eagerly, Jean had thrown herself into the lustful mood of their love-
making, provocatively using every sensual means at her command to fire 
her young, handsome husband, and in the doing, goading her own desperate 
passion. From the beginning, she'd intended to pull out all stops, and 
had done exactly that! With aroused wantonness, she had lewdly thrilled 
in the use of licentious four letter words, whispering them hotly into 
his ear. Simultaneously she had squirmed and writhed against, and 
beneath him, erotically thrusting her heated, wet loins upward at his 
long, thick hardness with salacious little fucking movements that 
bordered on the obscene. Not that Mark needed such spurring 
stimulation... it was her own desire she intensively sought to whet to 
that crucial point of climax... and after last night it had become just 
that... crucial!
   Oh God, she loved Mark; it was not a question of that, but of 
fulfillment by him in the wake of the forbidden pleasure she had known 
from the dynamic fucking of her secret animal-lover! She had to forget 
the beautiful beast, and only Mark could do that for her now, here, this 
very night!
   She felt his excited breath heating her face and nakedly tingling 
breasts as he hung above her, his desire-hardened cock slithering 
deliciously in and out of her hot, moistened cunt.
   With every in-fuck, she raised her hips and buttocks, her smooth 
white thighs spread wide to give him complete access to her upthrust 
vaginal slit. She could feel the erotic sensation of his swollen cock-
head mushrooming bigger into the inside of her soft, feverish 
contracting belly, each searing stroke into her burning cuntal passage 
carrying her that much higher toward exultation!
   "Oh Darling... it's heavenly! Your beautiful cock... so big and 
hard... fucking into my remembering her wild intention of sucking it 
with her mouth for him! Could she? God, if she could get at it right at 
that moment she would! But that would deny her seething, wet pussy, a 
realization she didn't even want to think of!
   "God!" Mark rasped. "You're too much, Angel... too much! You... you 
drive me right out of my crazy skull! H-How close are you?"
   "Oh... oh God, Darling... not yet, please?" Jean anxiously pleaded, 
her eyes widening and her nails digging solicitously into the tensed 
muscles of his arms. "I-I couldn't stand it... not this time, Mark 
darling! I've got to... got to!"
   "Oh Christ!" he blurted, the raging inferno growing in his cum-
bloated balls warning of their near explosion!
   And then, suddenly, a ferocious growling roar filled the bedroom, 
causing Mark to reflexively twist half-around in his awkward position, 
while Jean craned her neck to see the powerful dog whose vicious sound 
she had instantly recognized!
   Jesus Christ! It's him, the dog pack leader!" Mark swore, his brain 
racing while his cock fell almost limp as he stared in amazement at the 
huge brute that had dared to climb through their opened window! Slowly, 
the deputy sheriff moved, his eyes unflinchingly fixed on the animal's 
bared fangs, hardly aware of his deflated cock pulling wetly from his 
naked young wife's still tightly clenched vagina. "Just don't panic, 
Jean... Lie perfectly still!" he ordered in a low, level tone, the gold 
medallion that hung from the beast's throat briefly catching his eye!
   If he could get to his pistol in the closet, he thought, tensely 
aware that he would have to move all the way across the room! It meant 
passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the goddamned 
brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased 
off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a 
crouch, its lips twitchingly drawing back further from the gleaming, wet 
fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat!
   If he could get to his pistol in the closet, he thought, tensely 
aware that he would have to move all the way across the room! It meant 
passing between the animal and the foot of the bed, and the goddamned 
brute was never going to stand still for that! Already, as Mark eased 
off the bed and slowly straightened, the dog had begun to drop into a 
crouch, its lips twitchingly drawing back further from the gleaming, wet 
fangs, a warning growl rising louder in its huge throat!
   Mark hadn't dared for a single instant to shift his eyes off the 
vicious animal, but Jean's lack of screaming, or going to pieces was 
more than he'd ever expected! Thank God for her using her head, he 
reasoned, taking the first small step!
   The moment she'd heard his deep-throated growl, Jean's heart had 
begun to pound, an inconceivable sensation of unfaithfulness filling 
her, as if the beautiful animal had caught her committing adultery with 
another! She had started to speak, but held back at Mark's command, her 
brain beginning to frantically race!
   "Wh-What're you going to do, Mark?" she tremulously whispered, rising 
up in the bed to stare at both of them... her vulnerably naked husband 
and the massive dog whose burning eyes and powerful teeth reminded her 
that he could tear Mark to pieces! "Mark, please! What?"
   "Shhh, Baby... don't get panicky," he managed, his voice unwavering. 
"I'm going to get my gun..."
   "No! No!" she cried, reaching out for him, and as Mark shook her off, 
Caesar leaped!
   The powerful dog was on top of Mark before he realized it, his 
animal-weight driving her naked husband backwards to stumble and go down 
onto his back with a crashing force, the snarling Caesar's great jaws 
moving toward his throat! Stunned, it was seconds before Mark could 
raise his arms to defend himself, precious lost seconds that would have 
made it too late, had not she cried out!
   "Caesar! Stop! Stop!" Jean commanded, leaping from the bed to wrap 
her naked arms tightly around the huge dog's neck, and pull. "Stop it, 
you hear! Stop, Caesar... now... now!"
   Mark had regained his senses enough to gape in amazement at what was 
taking place before him. He saw his curvaceously naked young bride 
clinging unafraid to the powerful neck of the ferocious brute, and more 
amazing, the wild dog permitting it! Christ! He started to move, then 
thought better of it as the big animal tensed once more, quickly 
flashing his fangs in warning!
   "Don't, Mark... don't make one move!" Jean pleaded, stroking the 
great head of the mighty beast. "I-I'm not sure that I can stop him 
again...
   "J-Jesus Christ... I don't get this, Jean!" he choked out, his eyes 
rounded with incredulity. 'How... why... what the hell is going on?"
   "I-It's me, Mark... that's why he's come... and he's jealous!" Jean 
exclaimed, determined now to tell everything. "H-He was here last night, 
too!"
   "He what?"
   "Please Darling, listen to me... please!" she begged, continuing to 
stroke Caesar's huge head while her naked, prostrate husband stared with 
awe. "Later, I'll tell you the whole story, but last night he saved me 
from being gang raped by three boys..."
   "From being what? How? Where?"
   "Please, Mark! Listen to me! It's true, he... Caesar, drove them off!
Then... then, he made love to me!"
   Again, at the utterly preposterous revelation, Mark started to get 
up, but quickly thought better of it when Caesar tensed and menacingly 
growled before him. "Am... am I losing my goddamned mind entirely, Jean? 
D-Did I hear you right?"
   "Yes, Mark, you heard me right," his naked young wife quickly 
answered.
"And that's why he came back tonight. He wants to make love to me again! 
"
   "J-Jesus Christ! You keep him occupied while I get my gun!" the 
deputy sheriff swore. "We'll put an end to the raping bastard's!"
   "No, Mark! No!" lean vehemently cut him short. "I'm not going to let 
you hurt him... or him hurt you! I-I love you both too much!"
   "Us both?" Mark choked. "Goddamnit, Jean... do you know what you're 
saying? You're talking about a wild killer dog!"
   "I don't care what he is! He's beautiful and... and he loves me too!" 
she half-cried, hugging him tightly against the naked mound of one full, 
rounded breast, his furry coat brushing its tiny nipple into an obvious 
pink hardness.
   Mark couldn't believe it, not even when he saw Jean slowly get to her 
feet and walk defiantly to the bed, her beautiful blue-eyes in a near 
glassy state as she crawled onto it and kneeled down on all-fours. She 
looked back with her long blonde hair streaming down over her smooth 
shoulders, her lushly hanging breasts swaying and rippling as she lewdly 
positioned herself with the ovalled moons of her rounded white buttocks 
raised high, her full shapely thighs spread wide.
   "Now, you'll see for yourself, Mark... and I'm not ashamed!" Jean 
unyieldingly defended. "And please, don't try to stop or hurt him. If 
you do, I won't be able to help, Darling. He has a mind of his own!"
   "H-Holy Christ!" Mark astonishedly swore, never in his life feeling 
so hopelessly inadequate. He stared at the breathlessly erotic sight of 
his naked young wife's voluptuous body in its obscenely kneeling 
position, then heard the vicious dog whimper from where he stood beside 
the bed. It wasn't going to happen... couldn't! It was impossible!
   "Come Caesar, up, Darling!" Jean gasped, lustfully reaching behind to 
teasingly stroke the soft, rippling flesh of one white rounded buttock. 
"Now, Baby, do it to Jean... Like you did last night, Darling!"
   Mark watched, open-mouthed as Caesar bounced up onto the bed and 
moved behind Jean, in between her wide-spread legs and thighs. He heard 
the beast eagerly whimper once more, then saw him sniff and lash out 
with his long, wet tongue, ravenously lapping over the entire area of 
her nakedly exposed genital crevice! It stroked from the recessed little 
hole of her puckered anus, down beneath the flushed pink edges of her 
full wet runt. Even to the base of the wispy golden curls it reached, 
penetrating there to moistly flick down against her tiny clitoris. 
Wildly, then his young wife began to moan as again and again, the brute 
repeated the act, his long, thick tongue savagely knifing through her 
soft, sensitive vaginal slit, spreading her open in the tenderest parts 
until she began to twitch and jerk, while he, her own husband, watched 
in helpless captivation.
   Christ, he wasn't going to try and explain it to himself! It was 
utterly impossible, but there it was, taking place right before his very 
eyes, and she unashamedly knowing that he was watching as she 
salaciously gave herself sexually to the wild, killer-dog! God almighty, 
what was she trying to prove... that she was just a wanton bitch... 
gasping aloud now as Caesar drew his hot, feral tongue up through the 
entire length of her hungrily pulsating cuntal-crevice? Then, she closed 
her eyes and was inching her knees farther apart on the mattress to open 
the inner liquid flesh even wider to him! Spellbound, Mark watched the 
glistening animal-tongue thrust into the moist, hair-lined little slit, 
flicking at the hotly quivering mouth of her tight vagina, ravishing her 
excited young genitals mercilessly, while she moaned down into the bed 
and lewdly coaxed him on!
   "Yes... yesss, my sweet darling! That's it Caesar lover... Lick my 
cunt with your beautiful hot tongue! Show him! Oh Mark, darling, watch 
and see, please! I-I love it... love you... Love him!" she coarsely 
babbled. "Ooohhh... yes... Caesar baby! Now... now climb up on me and 
fuck me from behind Darling! Shove your beautiful cock into my cunt! 
Now, Caesar... now!"
   Mark choked out a gasp, his eyes straining as the powerful dog 
mounted her, his muscular furry body crowding in toward the smooth 
roundness of her widespread buttocks, his strong forelegs clutching at 
her soft, white hips! Uncontrollably, her husband sensed his own naked 
cock swelling into a solid, revived hardness at the beastly sight of the 
shimmering, scarlet animal-cock slipping from its huge sheath. It 
dripped freely, its tapered point jerking and dancing as Caesar hunched 
in close to her, endeavoring to bury the lean reddened tip and its 
thickening solidness into his wife's curvaceous white body! Oh Christ! 
Oh Christ! he inwardly groaned, his big hand subconsciously clutching 
and beginning to gently stroke his own long rod of re-aroused hardness!
   With an unrestrained, sensual moan, Jean waggled the twin white ovals 
of her upthrusting buttocks back in tiny searching circles attempting to 
capture Caesar's long probing cock. She hoped to God that Mark wasn't 
missing a single moment of her licentious performance... and more 
important, that he would understand the very meaning behind it! God, how 
she wanted her beautiful animal-lover's long, thick penis fucking up 
inside her to finish the task her husband would never have lasted 
through! Her brain raced in lustful excitement as she reached down 
between her legs, grasping the wet, rubbery spear of swollen dog-cock, 
causing Caesar to whimper in a half deep throated growl. She guided its 
throbbing tip toward her hotly quivering vaginal mouth, then held her 
breath!
   Immediately, Caesar humped upward from behind, spreading her dilated 
cunt-channel and pubic curls even wider as with a single powerful lurch, 
he buried his long, thick pleasure-bringing cock deep up into the 
seething pink hole between her legs!
   "Oooohhh... ohhhh!" Jean gutturally sighed, her held breath gushing 
from her lungs. "Oooohhh Goddd... it's so beautiful... so beautiful, 
Mark darling!"
   Mark watched in building lustful fascination that he couldn't hide, 
raised to a naked, sitting position on the floor, his hand still 
grasping his own throbbing cock. The painful meaning of her incredibly 
obscene performance had finally dawned on him! It was him, her husband 
Mark Blakely, that she was trying to shame, not herself, and as he gaped 
at the long, scarlet rod of glistening animal-cock racing wetly into 
her, he realized she'd accomplished her purpose. Christ, what kind of a 
man was he, anyway? Too concerned with everything but what he should 
be... the happiness of his beautiful young wife! But he'd make it up to 
her... Christ, he would, if she'd ever give him the chance again! His 
own heavy cock had begun to achingly throb at the sight of the great 
dog, Caesar's, sunk in his Jeannie's nibbling moist pussy to the hilt, 
his heavy animal-balls swinging wildly down beneath the saturated curls 
of her soft, naked loins!
   "Oh Caesar... oohhhh!" she moaned, her eyes wide and glazed as the 
massive dog fucked into her from behind. "Oohhh... ooohhh Mark 
darling... do you understand, now... now when you can see how he fucks 
me? Do you?"
   "Y-Yes, Baby... I do... Christ, I do!" he choked, unrestrainably 
stroking his own burning length of rigid cock-flesh.
   "Oh Mark!" Jean gasped, her eyes momentarily focusing on her 
husband's hand avidly clutching at his swollen penis, the sight firing 
added fuel to her sensual passion. "Darling... bring it up here to me! 
Let me lick and suck the ache out of it for you! Please, Lover, I want 
to... please?"
   Slowly, Mark got to his feet. a jolt of fiery sensations charge 
through him at her ardent request. Was it possible that she was going 
to? Hell yes... anything was feasible after what he'd already witnessed! 
Hesitantly, he moved, his eyes ever flexed on Caesar watching him... 
staring incessantly as he fucked away with open mouth while Jean moved 
backward rhythmically, meeting his powerful long strokes into her openly 
absorbing vagina!
   Jean breathed a moan of new maddening excitement when she realized 
what she was going to do! She watched her husband crawl onto the bed, at 
the same time feeling Caesar's forelegs like furry arms clinging tightly 
to her soft hips. She undulated her feverish buttocks, giving herself 
fully to the beautiful fucking her Caesar was pounding into her from 
behind!
   And then, Mark was kneeling before her, his hardened thick cock in 
front of her face! She reached out and curled her fingers around its 
hotly throbbing length, feeling it jerk to her touch. Gently, she slid 
back its heavy foreskin, sensing it pulsate in her soft, small hand, its 
moist, bulbous head with its tiny slit at the tip intensely thrilling 
her. She heard Mark's husky groan to her tender stroking caresses, and 
saw the pearlish drop of moisture bead at the little opening from the 
ministrations of her milking hand! Oh God... she wanted that! Yes... yes 
and all that would follow, to the very last drop, squirting hotly up 
into her mouth and belly!


                                  Caesar 09/18

                         Caesar Comes, And His Revenge
                                   Chapter 9

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


                                  Caesar 10/18

                         Caesar Comes, And His Revenge
                                   Chapter 10

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

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

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

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


                                  Caesar 11/18

                         Caesar Comes, And His Revenge
                                   Chapter 11

      It mattered little to the sleek and powerful german shepherd dog that the
small town's streets had been brightened with additional lamp, lantern, even
fired torch-light.  He merely clung more stealthily to the inevitable shadows
of the warm summer night, avoiding with ease the clumsy patroling male-humans
who sought to destroy him.  A balanced sense of avenged pride burned warmly in
his deep muscular chest; he had punished them for the brutal, torture-death of
his mate, satisfying the ancient law cryptically imbedded in his uncanny
animal-brain... lex talionis... the law of retaliation.  Yet, in so doing, he
had rekindled the banked embers of another smoldering force from ages passed, a
seething aberrant urge that had brought him down from the hills again this
night.

      Caesar stole his way in a surreptitious silence equal to the very shadows
enshrouding him, knowing exactly his destination, the craving dictate in his
feral loins magnetically guiding him. Cautiously, he moved his great head in
searching sweeps, aware through instinct that the gold medallion hanging from
his throat on its glittering chain could attract attention in the light of the
moon.  Ahead, he saw the shelter where she would be lying on the human sleeping
place, the golden female-human he had chosen to replace the mate they had
cruelly killed.

      A feverish heat spread through his huge, invincible body at the glow
coming from the opened window.  She was waiting for him!

      The surge of wild mating instinct motivating the massive dog caused his
long tongue to lick out ravenously at his lips, while his mighty animal-loins
convulsively reacted in pulsating throbs. Deliberately, but with vigilance, the
illusive, canine beast crept toward the open window, a sudden piercing howl
back in the hills advising him that his pack was racing down toward the valley
in its quest for food...

                                  *    *    *

      The willowy, ivory-skinned girl who tossed herself nakedly onto Jean
Blakely's bed, sensed a certain feeling of imposition at her friend's
relinquishing their bedroom to them.  Mark, too, had insisted and of course,
her own numb old Steve had merely said "thanks."  The dodo... all he was
concerned with was getting a story for that lousy magazine he slaved for, not
giving the slightest thought to Jean and Mark's inconvenience.  Then off he
goes, chasing down the utterly ridiculous tale that had brought them there. Not
that she hadn't expected to be a writer's widow throughout most of their stay
in Crescent Valley, but she'd had hopes that this, their first night there,
would be spent together... especially following her monthly five-day abstinence
because of her period.

      God, she was always a lusty little hot-box right after, wasn't she? Carol
Foster racily thought to herself, wriggling the naked roundness of her full
white buttocks in a little sensuous undulation against the smooth satin give of
the sheeted mattess. A tiny shiver of erotic delight tingled along her spine.
Reflexively, she brushed her long slender fingers with a light touch over the
diffused, resilient flesh of her full, white breasts, absently teasing at their
tiny, ruby-like nipples until they were incited buds of sensitive hardness.  He
could have at least waited until morning; she'd certainly dropped enough hints
all evening long.  She thought this as she lay there uneasily in her aroused
nakedness, the soft glow from the bedside lamp playing over the smooth curves
and hollows of her young, supple body, heatedly adding to her sensual appetite.

      Of course, the drinks hadn't done anything to cool her down either,
especially the last two she'd had with Jean after the boys had left on their
crazy, wild dog-pack-hunt.  But she'd needed them; she'd been so damned mad
when Steve had told her he probably wouldn't be home until morning.  Such
absolute nonsense... the whole ludicrous yarn... a wild dog raping a girl! It
surprised her that an intelligent man like Mark Blakely could take any stock in
such an absurd story... and he'd looked so damned grave, almost avoiding
Steve's questions.  Even Jean, after they'd left, had practically refused to
discuss it, continuously changing the subject.  Frankly, she'd been just as
satisfied, Carol remembered, half smiling to herself, any reference to sex
doing nothing but turning her on that much more.

      At least, it was wonderful being together with Jean again... and Mark was
just as handsome and desirable as ever, though she doubted if her husband or
Jean would appreciate her secret sexual fantasies about the young, virile
deputy sheriff.  Anyway, it was all an illusory affair, and quite one-sided,
she felt certain, though he'd done marvelous things for her in her dreams...
wildly passionate acts that could only take place in her sensuously unbridled
mind.  Like... now, at that very moment, as she continued to stroke her soft
hands down over the smooth white flesh of her voluptuous young nakedness, and
imagined conception of what his penis, in an excited desire-hardened state,
would look like filling her fevered mind.  It would be longer and thicker than
Steve's, Mark was that much bigger a man, and it would be solidly hard... hot
and throbbing in her hand as she slowly pulled back its foreskin to reveal the
moistened, purplish head with its tiny slitted eye seeping out those first
delicious drops of his heated male-semen!

      God!  The thought alone was enough to drive her wild, the naked,
short-haired brunette squirminkly dreamed, letting her caressing hands brush
over the churning little bowl of her belly in their ever descending course
toward the sensually dampened, erogenous little slit down between her hot full
thighs.  She felt the soft down of her pubic curls with the tips of her
sensitive fingers, grazing teasingly through their silken texture, the
realization flitting through her fired mind that she wouldn't be thinking this
way had her husband, Steve, stayed with her. Damn him, she was just too good to
him was all... sucking him off every night during her period... no wonder he'd
put that stupid story ahead of her inevitable seizure of "hotpussy"!

      She had, in fact, spoiled him during their two-years of marriage with the
incessant hunger of her mouth, but she couldn't help it.  Not that she didn't
love to get fucked; she'd give anything for the hot, thick length of his hard
cock buried to the hilt in her burning little pussy lips at that very moment...
but there was something more passionately intimate in the tongue-licking and
mouthing of his pulsating, rock-hardness that lustfully intoxicated her.  To
get down between his legs and caress his cum-bloated balls in her warm hands...
to lick away that first pungent drop of his sweet-tasting cum with the tip of
her tongue... to moisten her lips and slip them down over its hot,
blood-swollen head, gradually sucking the thick length of it into her
saliva-slickened mouth and throat until her nose brushed his pelvic hair! And
then, that insane moment of wanton ecstasy when he pumped his scalding sperm
deep up into her mouth, half choking her as it flooded like liquid fire down
her hungrily swallowing throat to boil passionately down in her belly below!

      God, I'm hot!  Carol mentally gasped, aware that her fingers had gently
spread open the flushed lips of her desire-filled cunt, two of them slithering
wetly into the seething, moist crevice between.  Hedonistically, they stroked
through the smooth fluid flesh, one skillfully caressing the tiny bud of her
erect clitoris, transmitting frenzied little shocks of intensive sensation to
her passion-whetted brain. Oooohhh... if only I had Jean's husband, Mark's cock
in my mouth right now!  God, I'd suck his balls inside out! she lewdly
visualized, spreading and lifting her long, shapely white legs and drawing them
back up her naked young body until her knees kissed the hardened, tingling
nipples of her swollen breasts.  Then, as she plunged two slender fingers into
the nibbling, viscid mouth of her tighly absorbing cuntal channel, she raised
her head to look down between her nakedly throbbing breasts and observed
through darkly glazed eyes the obscenely erotic sight she presented to
herself...

      It was at that precise moment that she saw him!

      For some minutes passed, Caesar had been watching her, his acute
animal-brain at first solicitous for the welfare of his golden-headed mate, and
then wary of deception.  Momentarily, he had surveyed the heavy breathing
antics of the unclothes, fire-eyed, female-human who waited for him in his
chosen one's bed; then silently he eased away to circle the house, pausing at
each glassed window.  Only one more did he find raised enough to sense the
human smell beyond, and there he found her, his keen instinct of scent
infallible.  She slept heavily, the window not opened wide enough for him to
enter.

      The sleek hair on the back of his neck and along his strong backbone
lifted erect in a moment of angered denial, the tendency to bare his fangs
sweeping through his powerful body. Yet, he did not.  An undefinable warmth
glowed inside the great breast for his golden-haired mate; she would not
forsake him... there was an animal-like bond between them.  She had provided
the new fire-eyed, female-human in her bed, knowing that he was coming.  Again,
he slowly returned to the first window.

      With forelegs on the sill, Caesar watched the sensuously lewd performance
of the ivory-bodied she-person, the throbbing heat in his potent animal-loins
ferally mounting at the sight.  Her panting breath filled his erect ears, as
did the biting aroma of her wet, female secretions burn goadingly in his
intensely sniffing nostrils!  He gazed with unflinching eyes at her small hand
moving rhythmically between her nakedly spread legs... saw the smooth white
columns lift up and fold teasingly back toward her chest, sighs of softly
mewling passion whimpering from her as she continued to move her hand like the
licking of flames at the thin, wetly glistening opening he knew to be the
mating slit of her soft, uncovered body.

      She saw him then... her dulled, fire-eyes locking on his presence, their
sparkling darkness seeming to grow wide and fear-filled.  Her movements ceased,
her small tongue-moistened mouth falling open!  He did not wait longer, but
agily bounded through the open window!

      Mother of God!  What had happened to the choked funnel of her throat,
Carol couldn't imagine!  She had tried to scream but nothing came out!  The
first sight of it... the massive animal-head with gleaming fangs and glowing
amber-eyes viciously staring at her over the sill of the opened window had been
enough to suck a vacuum into her belly and loins!  Again, she'd tried to raise
a sound in her fearfully convulsing throat and had gotten nothing but rasping
chokes... then, the brute had nimbly bounded through the window onto the bed!

      Now, she stared at it... him... a dog with a golden disc hanging from a
chain around his massive throat, that phenomenon of itself desperately trying
to register properly in her terrorized brain!  There... there... there was
something, she knew, something recognizable in the medallion that she should
immediately fathom... but she couldn't think!  He... it... whatever, was
practically on top of her defenseless naked body... and then, she realized that
she still held her legs drawn up and back in a lewd, intercourse position.

      Slowly, Carol started to lower them, immediately freezing as the
intruding brute unleashed a low but warning, guttural growl, then moved on the
bed between their trembling uplifted columns, until his huge head was poised
directly above her helplessly upraised loins and buttocks!  She swallowed in
avid horror, the wild dog's presence, his identity according to the medal
dangling from his neck, plus the absolute fact that he was there... and he
was... subconsciously making her know that this was it... him... the very myth
that had brought her and Steve to Crescent Valley!  Ex-Except that he was no
myth!  He lived!  And he was savagely hovering right above her... above her
nakedly vulnerable loins!

      God, she had never been a coward... a stupid person, or whimpering
female, not in all of her twenty-three years... but this... this was
unbelievable!  She tried to think!  To scream would be futile!  There was no
one to help her; only Carol was in the house!  Mark had spoken of posted
sentries, but how far away was the nearest one?  Lord, he could tear her apart
before any help might even get close to the house!  No!  No!  She must... must
remain cool... somehow, charm him keep him at bay! And... and what was he
doing?

      A potent unexpected sensation charged through her earlier, self-aroused
loins and belly as she watched him lower his huge head and begin to sniff at
her genitals, his cold, wet nose like the brushing touch of an ice-cube against
her hot, sensitive cunt-lips and still, tingling thighs!

      Oh... oh God!  That... that was his tongue!

      In spine-chilling awe, Carol frantically squirmed beneath the sudden
lashing hotness of his wet animal-tongue as it snaked out to lick up and down
the smooth-fleshed vale between the trembling, taut mounds of her upraised
buttocks.  She sucked in her breath and held it until she feared her lungs
would burst, while the wetly moistened end of his nose teased hotly against the
sensitive area surrounding her upraised anal mouth, its worming tip burrowing
with an uncanny knowledge into the tiny oval of its tightly clenched lips!

      Ooooooohhhhh! she mentally gasped at the shocking aggression, her young
mind a whirlpool of confusion!  Cool... yes... my God... keep my head... cool!
Mustn't scream... mustn't! Ooooohhhhhh! she choked within to the unbelievable
animal-probing of her unprotected loins by the ferocious looking dog. She was
not going to faint; she well knew that!  She had never fainted in her life...
but how... what was she going to do?  My god, he... he was starting to lick her
there as if she were just another bitch dog in heat... and damn, she had been
that, hadn't she!  Could... could he sense it?  Why hadn't she listened when
they were talking about him? Caesar... yes, that's what they'd called him...
Caesar!  Now, she could see the letters embossed on the medallion... and the
Roman centurion... then, the eagle as the golden disc flickered back and forth
to his movements! But... but it was all impossible... these things didn't
happen!

      Oooooooohhhhh! she inwardly wailed, hearing his simultaneous whimper as
once more, he wetly taunted the tiny puckered hole of her anal mouth with his
hot, incessant tongue! Good God, he'd raped a girl!  She hadn't believed it!
Now, she wasn't so sure!  Oh... oh, what he was doing to her there! If only she
hadn't drunk so much!  It... it was almost impossible to put thoughts
together... or to make sense!  She'd been so hot... thinking of her girlfriend
Jean's husband's virile young cock... sucking it... and suddenly, this
maddening reality had burst upon her!

      Am I much more than an animal myself? lustfully confused brunette
frenziedly though with heaving breaths as lewd sensations from Caesar's hot,
savage tongue flickered sensuously through her! Reflexively, she writhed and
twisted, gasping aloud, and then stiffening at his menacing growl!

      Oooooh God!

      His head that had raised in a vicious show of teeth, dropped once more
and she felt his wet, searing tongue burning upward toward the still hotly
flushed lips of her excited young pussy. She uncontrollably trembled as he
swept his branding, moist flesh along the narrow pink crevice between her
widely spread thighs, then up over the full split of her hair-fringed cunt!
From her babyishly quivering rectal mouth, it traced the pink passion-engorged
edges of her excited pussy-lips to the tiny, erect floweret of her softly
pulsating little clitoris!  She lifted her head higher to gape downward between
her throbbing breasts and open white thighs at the incredible obscene
spectacle.  Blinding sensations of new-born lust stabbed through her tremoring
naked body at the contact of his melting tongue with her super-senstive
nerve-centers!  Again and again, he licked up between her legs, the thick
length of his deliciously fluid tongue spreading deeply through her moist,
yielding cuntal-flesh like a dull knife through softened pink butter, carrying
her higher away from human reality with every breathtaking lick!

      It didn't stop, and the naked, obscenely exposed young wife who lay in a
desire-blinded state of lewdly pyramiding passion, beneath the incessant wild
tongue of an inconceivable, lust-maddened beat, could only moan out her sensual
delight. Unceasingly, the massive dog splayed the smooth inflamed intimacy of
her secret genital flesh with his captivating tongue, finally pausing to curl
it with a deeply invading thrust far up into her turbulently wet vaginal
passage!

      "Oooooohhhh... ooohhhh heaven!" Carol audibly cried out, gasping and
jerking spasmodically beneath his unthinkable assault, Mark's pictured cock in
all of its lustful hardness mentally filling her suddenly unconsciously sucking
mouth!  Oh God, she would suck him so beautifully, and he'd squirt his hot male
jism all the way down her hungrily welcoming throat, the feel of it making her
cum and cum as it pumped ceaselessly into her wildly ovalled mouth!

      "God, yes... yes!  Lick it for me, you beautiful wild brute!
Aaaaggghhh... like that, darling, like that... lick your tongue way up inside!"
she wantonly pleaded, lifting her intensively sizzling loins and quaking
buttocks higher to his frenzied, ravaging animal-mouth. "Yes... yes!  Lick my
cunt you wonderful lover!  Aaaaaagggghhhh... oooohhhhhh!"

      Carol hardly knew what she was saying; her overwhelming carnal passion
had reached that intensity!  What fear she had known in the beginning the
powerful dog had washed away with his wet, searing tongue!  She hardly saw him
any longer as a fierce, wild beast... only as a magnificent, needed lover who
was taking her to unbelievable heights of sensual rapture!  Suddenly, she was
grasping hold of his furry head to pull his long nose tighter into her wetly
throbbing cuntal channel!

      His firebrand tongue shot up into her moist, seething hole like a
white-hot cauterizing whip, his own animal-whines matching hers as he zealously
lashed and tongue-fucked the blood-flushed, glistening flesh between her
obscenely-spread thighs and tautly stretched buttocks.

      "Oh... ooohhhhh goooddddd... you're driving me mad, lover... maaaddd!"
Carol hoarsely gasped with raised head and salaciously gasping eyes.  The
forbidden, beastial sight was all but shamelessly destroying her!  Never,
never, never in her life had she felt like this!  Oooohhhh... if only her
girlfriend's husband's hard thick cock was in her mouth at the same time...
then it would be complete!

      Caesar both scented and tasted the whetting intensity of her human
she-lust, the keenly biting flaver causing his feral animal-blood to hotly race
and pound through his powerful loins.  There was nothing in this fire-eyed
female that reminded him of his golden-haired mate except the soft whiteness of
her smooth flesh, and the heat she generated from the mating hole between her
legs. He sensed no tenderness in the symmetrical portions of her body such as
his golden one possessed, only the hungry heat of her rising female-passion.
The hot, pink flesh in its flowing wetness communicated to him her innermost
secrets, and as he eagerly tongued the yielding, moist crevice, he felt the
charged urgency of his own demanding loins...

      Carol had fallen into a rhythmic moaning, her mind slipping further into
sensual oblivion beneath the mesmerizing bliss of Caesar's pleasure-giving
tongue hotly licking and fucking into her wildly inflamed cunt.  She had begun
to flail her head from side to side in her lewd, half-raised position, still
holding to the mighty animal's huge head between her pulled-back legs, her
brain a mirror for both her husband and Mark Blakely's imagined hard cocks,
each thrusting in turn into her hungrily sucking mouth, while this beautiful
brute lapped the maddening fire from her seething loins and belly. Frantically,
she tossed her head in cadence with her groans, and it was then that she saw
it!

      Her sparkling dark-eyes widened at the glistening sight of the animal's
thick, scarlet cock emerging from its long sheath, wet and hard, the tapered
end slipping and dancing as it continued to press forward from its fleshy
concealment!  She had to lean far over sideways to see it well, and
momentarily, Caesar sounded a throaty growl of disapproval, but this time the
warning hardly registered with her.

      Instead, an inexplicable sensation of sheer depravity burned through her
naked, lust-filled young body, a maddeningly intensified feeling the roots of
which she had no intentions of questioning!  It was sheer, forbidden wickedness
in its most degenerate form!  But his cock was beautiful... huge and beautiful!
She had never seen her husband Steve's cock ever look more tempting to her! And
his... her wonderful animal lover's, was longer and thicker, more like Mark's,
she wildly imagined in her mind-swirling fantasy!

      For a long, breathless moment, the raven-haired young wife watched the
massive dog's wetly gleaming shaft of naked hardness partially dangle beneath
his strong animal-loins, sensing her mouth and throat at first going dry, then
salivating at the captivating sight of its scarlet rapaciousness!  From that
moment, she was no longer concerned with the corrupt perversion of her
intentions, only how she was going to accomplish it!  In fact, she realized
almost frantically, the very debasing idea in itself was serving to spur her
on... but how? How?

      Feverishly, the wild, night-invader licked at her cunt, his scorching,
wet tongue like an abrasive as it slithered over the firmly erect bud of her
quivering clitoris!  Scintillating shocks of animalish lust raged through her
obscenely offered loins, singeing at the very nerve-ends of her white,
sensually trembling flesh.

      Oh God... how?  "Caesar, darling... baby..." Carol began, trying to raise
higher and pet his massive head that was nuzzled between her wide-spread legs.
God, she could see his liquid tongue spraying through the wetly saturated
crevice of her cuntal slit!  He had opened her wide down there as if his
love-making tongue was born of razors!  Her own sensitive inner-cuntal flesh
sparkled reflectively up at her, its tempting, silken curls moistly matted, the
very sight sending trembling sensations spiraling toward her brain!  Her
thrusting young breasts tingled in their swollen excitement as she continued to
caress his great head... "Caesar... darling... lie down!  Lie down, baby! Carol
wants you to lie down!  Please, darling... lie down and roll over!" she softly
whispered, ever stroking his head and ears. "Lie down, my handsome lover and
I'll make you happy!  I'll... I'll even put my pussy where you can lick it if
you want... and I hope you do!"

      Carol's brain swam in wanton debauchment as she slowly eased herself
forward, working toward her knees and backing the huge, apprehensive animal
away from her seething loins.  Once, he growled, but she didn't stop. There was
no other way only taking control if she were to have what she wanted!  She
whispered in loving tones, simultaneously grazing her soft little hands over
the fur of his tense body, her eyes continuously fastened on the solid length
of his long scarlet cock hanging throbbingly below his belly...

      Caesar watched her carefully as she raised up and eased forward, watched
her mouth moving and listened to the soft sounds coming from it. It was not the
same as when he came to his golden one.  But this, the fire-eyed she, was
different, and he wondered why.  He didn't fear her; she was a friend; her
gentle touch told him that.  In fact, her gentle touch was confusingly cooling
his mating hunger.  He sensed his loins dissipating beneath her warm, friendly
hand... he moved back and lay down, a perplexed whimper working upward into his
throat...

      Carol heard it, the simpering whine vibrating through her as she watched
his huge cock withdraw back into its hiding sheath. He lay down onto the bed,
stretching out and finally responding when she continued to whisper, "Roll
over, darling, over!" She crawled and positioned herself so that her hotly
seething cunt was inches from his nose, and less when she drew her tingling
thighs back!  She eased forward, placing herself so that her face was directly
above the peeking opening of his cock-sheath where the huge, scarlet hardness
had disappeared.

      Frantically obscene sensations of raw, uncontrolled desire raced through
her!  She knew what she was going to do, and the very thought was about to
drive her wild with salacious excitement!  She gently moved her hips toward his
animal-face, spreading her legs and lovingly taking his head... She lay upon
her side, one leg lifted to draw his nose snugly in toward her hotly tremoring
cunt.  She sensed his tongue lick out at the feverishly wet crevice between her
legs, lashing through its sensually aroused inner-flesh like a fluid flame, and
whatever she had ever known to be moral or accepted at that exact second was
totally lost!  The lasciviously blinded young wife lowered her cheek to his
warm, hard animal-belly, her one hand slowly moving toward his hidden cock!

      The huge dog whimpered and jerked, but never made a motion toward gaining
his feet as Carol's lustful hand began to examine his softly furred genitals.
Instead, he licked up wetly at the open little mouth of her hotly offered
pussy, while her breath quickened and her mind raced, filled with the hellishly
beautiful thoughts of what was going to momentarily happen there in her
girlfriend's bed!

      She had to be some sort of a devil's advocate, she thought, clasping hold
of his fur-concealed cock and beginning to manipulate the soft hairy flesh back
and forth, feeling its thickness within!  She didn't care... not tonight, she
didn't! She was a monster, a Frankenstein or vampire... whatever... as long as
it happened... the taste of his animal-cock in her mouth!

      She would go to hell... but there, she'd never be lonely! Oooooohhhhh
Goddddd!  His tongue, laving sensuously at the excitedly quivering bud of her
clitoris!  The beautiful creature! she thought, clinging tightly to his
sheltered cock and ardently beginning to stroke it.  Slowly, gently, she worked
the heavy protective skin back and forth, while the massive german shepherd lay
half on its back, his great head nestled between her openly spread thighs, his
feverish tongue unrelenting in the wet, yielding crevice of her wildly
simmering cunt. Suddenly, it appeared once more, the tapered, red, glistening
tip of his long thick hardness, slipping ever forward toward her breathless,
tongue-moistened lips... until at last it touched them!

      In wicked passion, the bedeviled young wife parted her warm, lush lips,
and with a low, deep-chested groan, let the slender, tapered forepart of
Caesar's throbbing hardness slide between them, easing further and further into
the hot, wetness of her eagerly absorbing mouth, until it nearly brushed the
back of her impatiently spasming throat!  Carol brought her tongue into play
with irresistible fervency, her mind a babble of frenzied lust at the utter
forbiddeness of the debased act she was committing.  Her brain reeled as with
an almost-dread, she, for the first time, tasted the thick, pulsating cock, a
wanton thrill of obscene delight racing through her at its sweet, pungent
maleness.  My God, it was no less beautiful than her husband Steve's... and it
was so hot and hard, swelling even more with every passing second!

      She heard his high-pitched whimper as he continued to voraciously lick
her fire-filled cunt, and she began to reciprocately suck and twirl her tongue
around his long, thick animal-cock in an effort to repay him for the
mind-shattering pleasure he had and was bringing her.  She felt his powerful
body responding to her obscene sucking of his throbbing hardness, his
animal-loins pressing jerkingly forward.  She brushed one excited hand along
his hairy belly to his huge sperm-bloated balls, cupping them warmly, first,
then lightly scratching them with her finger-tips.  Again, he whimpered, the
delicate taunting causing him to increase his thrusting cock-rhythm between the
tightly clasped oval of her moistly sucking lips.

      God, the taste of it was the maddening delight, the young wife realized
as she began to mouthingly nurse and tongue the ever-thickening spear of hot,
hard animal-flesh with vigorous head movements of her own. Delicately gamey,
her flushed brain tagged, like the wild, handsome beast he was; yet spiced with
the sweet tartness of nature's semen that was hardly the human male's monopoly!
Oooohhhh... never in her life had she ever imagined such depraved sexual
perversity!

      The smooth, tapered length of his thickening cock thrust into her mouth
in perfect cadence, while his lashing tongue whipped the hot, liquid flesh of
her wide splayed cunt and its burning vaginal walls in growing ferocity!  She
closed her small white teeth, but not to hurt, swirling her tongue over his
pulsating shaft of hardened dog-flesh, lost in the licentiousness of her
abnormal act.  God, it was like honey in her mouth, plunging smoothly and
slickly all the way up into her open throat!  Wh-What would his animal-cum
taste like?  Would it be something like Steve's... hot and thick, squirting
from the tip of his cock in thick jet-like streams... or were animals
different?

      Caesar, in the existence of his animal being, had never known equal
mating pleasure.  The fire-eyed, she-human was enveloping his maleness warmly
up inside her mouth, yet it felt as if it were submerged back between her lips
in her female slit.  There was difference, however, he instinctively knew...
the tongue feel and the taunting pressure of the teeth.  He whimperingly liked
those sensations that caused great swirling fire in the depths of his powerful
loins, knowing that in a few brief moments, he would be fulfilling his
lust-driven needs because of them...

      Oooohhh... oh God, she wanted his animal-cum shooting into her mouth...
dribbling down her throat... even strangling her! All of the perverted fires of
hell were blazing there up between her legs!  Her belly raged, and her loins,
her lust-churning cunt, glowed with the seething desire scalding it!  She
clutched at his hugely swollen animal-balls, beginning to milk and caress them
as she sucked hungrily and shamelessly at his massively throbbing cock.  She
was going to cum beneath his beautiful tongue... cum as she never had in her
life!  She heard him whine, then whine again in his own beastial ecstasy!  God,
she was actually bringing him joy!

      Maybe she was losing her mind, the naked, obscenely performing young wife
thought, as she tongued and licked Caesar's great cock in her mouth... and
then, she heard the powerful dog gutturally snarl at the same moment as his
flanks began to furiously hump his cock deeper up into her greedily working
throat!  Simultaneously, she sensed her own peaking moment at hand, the latter
driving her insanely on to greater and greater perversities!  Demonishly, she
sucked until his cock began to jerk wildly up inside her mouth... then, it
spewed forth the searing, liquid cum from deep in the relentessly building
depths of his balls, but not as she'd visualized it!  The stream of scalding,
viscid sperm was like an unceasing hose, filling her greedily sucking mouth
almost before she could swallow it away... time and again, as if he were
pissing down her throat, the lust-filled realization literally destroying her
inside as her orgasm swept through her like some never-before, earth-destroying
cataclysm!

      He was gone before Carol could even try to comprehend what had happened.
She lay back in a semi-exhausted nakedness, still breathing heavily and
tremblingly staring at the empty, opened window.  God... he was real... alive,
exsistent all right... but could she tell anyone in the whole world that? In
fact... in fact, the only concrete proof she had, even to herself, that the
unbelievable act had occurred were the thin, still warmly glowing trickles of
his sperm that trailed wetly from the corners of her lips down over her
passion-flushed cheeks below...


                                  Caesar 12/18

                         Caesar Comes, And His Revenge
                                   Chapter 12

      The early morning California sunshine streaming through the bedroom
window awakened Jean Blakely from an uneasy sleep. For a long moment she lay
quite still, letting her widening, smoke-blue eyes scan her immediate, puzzling
surroundings... then she remembered. She was in their smaller guest-room.  She
had given Carol and Steve the bedroom Mark and she occupied because the bed was
more comfortable.  Now, the reminder of Carol being in the house helped
brighten her troubled mood.

      With that, the twenty-two year old, young wife gingerly bounced to the
floor, the short see-through nightie she wore hardly concealing the provocative
quiver of curvaceous white flesh rippling voluptuously from her sudden
movements.  Against the sheer green nylon, her firmly erect breasts lifted and
strained when she brushed her long, honey-blonde tresses behind her shoulders,
their tiny pink nipples in semi-hardness visibly pushing out the diaphanous
material.  In the vanity mirror, the lovely, oval-faced girl saw this, a trace
of narcissistic admiration penetrating her disquietness.  She let her eyes
wander downward over the reflection in the glass, picking up her brush to
stroke through her hair as they did so. The narrowness of her slender waist had
always pleased her, as was the tiny dimple of her navel an erogenous
fascination.  She dwelt then on the sweeping arch of her softly rounded hips,
and the long tapering columns of her full white thighs and shapely calves, but
it was the moundish, golden triangle of silken curls at the base of her flat
little belly that invariably captured her attention.

      A sigh escaped her then, the reasons behind her uneasy frame of mind
beginning to trickle from her memory bank to her conscious.  A cold little
chill crept upward along the smooth hollow of her back, with the abrupt concern
for Caesar's welfare commanding her thoughts.  Had he gotten through the night
unharmed?  Or, God forbid, was it possible that one of the sentries... or Link
Morgan... even Mark, might have shot and... and killed him?  Oh God, no... she
wouldn't let herself even think of such a horror being a reality!  What was it
Granny Obert had said? "They won't catch him, stop him, shoot him... and
neither will they drive him off!"  Again, Jean sighed. Somehow, the recall of
the near-century old woman's words seemed to soothe her anxiety. Anyway, both
Mark and Steve would be coming home shortly and she would know first-hand all
of the particulars the night had wroght. Though, even if her beautiful
animal-lover had managed to safely evade them, only a part of her mental strain
would be relieved.  There was still the intense strain of Mark and her
relationship following her unbridled episode with Caesar the night before last.

      Jean's mind filled retrospectively with the unashamed wantoness she
hadn't tried to hide as she'd given herself to the massive animal's love-making
right before her husband's incredulous eyes.  God, she hadn't been able to help
herself, and he might have killed Mark had she not, the beautiful brute had
been that jealous!  She thought these things as she slipped into her robe, a
fluttering of sensual excitement gnawing in her belly at the memory of Mark
uncontrollably losing his own composure and crawling onto the bed to let her
suck him while Caesar had fucked into her so powerfully from behind!  God, she
had never done anything like that before in her entire life, but she'd hoped to
do it again and again... it had been so wonderful, giving herself fully to both
of her lovers at the same time!  And then, yesterday morning, she had seen the
affected expression in Mark's eyes and on his handsome face, her blissful
expectations crumbling in wistful guilt.

      From that moment, the tension between them had been unmistakable.  Had
Carol and Steve not arrived on schedule, the blond-haired young wife dreaded to
think of the extent her husband's jealous contempt might have taken them.  God,
she loved Mark, wanted to live her lifetime loving him with every ounce of
strength she had, and in the two-months of their marriage she felt certain
she'd proved that!  She had never bargained for the mysterious appearance of
the handsome wild brute that had saved her from a vicious gang-rape, only to
crawl up on her kneeling body from behind and bring her fulfilled sensual
pleasure the likes of which Mark couldn't... at least, hadn't.  W-Was it any
wonder that she'd fallen under his mesmerizing animal-spell?  He wasn't just a
fierce, wild beast... he was Caesar, and she would always unashamedly love him!

      Jean walked to the single bathroom the little two-bedroom, countryish
home boasted, clicking the lock softly behind her and removing her robe.  She
seated herself daintily on the toilet-seat, her young mind rehashing to the
delicate trickle of her relief.  She was so thankful for Carol and Steve's
presence in the house.  It was her and Mark's first trial since their marriage,
and God knows, it was not a normal one, but she sensed that their closest
friends being there was going to help.  At least, she and Mark couldn't work
into a ranting, raving argument.

      She didn't bother with the usual tissue absorption, but stood, removing
her nightie and knotting up her hair, then stepped into the shower, the
regulated warm spray invigoratingly restoring her confidence.  God, she loved
them both so much, she thought, while she almost sensually soaped her soft,
white body from force of habit, her mind and hands correspondingly functioning
in accord.  It would all work out... she felt certain that it would... God, it
had to!

                                  *    *    *

      "That goddamned Morgan... he frightens me," the slight young man with the
neatly trimmed red-beard said as he climbed into the car.  He tossed his alert
green-eyes on the uniformed deputy sheriff who slid beneath the wheel opposite
him.  "How the hell did he ever get to be Chief of Police in the burg?"

      Mark Blakely grinned, his greyish-eyes lighting in thought. "Politics,
Steve, plain adulterated politics," the tall, chiseled-faced lawman tiredly
answered.  He set the patrol car into motion, making a misdemeanoring U-turn in
the town square.  "Too complicated to elaborate on this time of morning.  But
he's powerful in the valley."

      "He killed your father, didn't he," Steve said, rather than asked,
remembering the shocking event.

      "An accident," Mark quickly responded.  "A hunting accident..."

      "But there was something between them, wasn't there?" the red-bearded
writer pressed. "Didn't your dad beat the crap out of him in the street here,
or something?"

      "They didn't get on," Mark Blakely answered without looking at his
friend, making the necessary turns as he moved at a slow speed toward his home.

      "But they had a fight?"

      "Yes!" Mark heard himself snap, then caught himself, aware of the edge to
his voice.  "Dad whipped his ass... and two-weeks later he was dead... by an
accidental bullet fired from Link Morgan's rifle."

      "That sonofabitch... he'd probably even cheat at Monopoly!" Steve Foster
derided, lighting a cigarette.

      Mark couldn't help but snicker at the remark. "You write too much crap
for that expose mag you work for, Steve."

      "Maybe... maybe, but I know a lousy crook when I see one... if that
gentle term can qualify such a filthy looking bastard." The slender, bearded
writer returned, pulling a note-book and pencil from his breast-pocket to
rapidly scribble into.  "You think I can get an interview with his niece,
Annie?  I mean, after all, she was the girl raped by this Caesar brute, that's
what my editor wants?"

      "I think so.  Annie's a nice teenaged girl... nothing like her uncle,"
Mark replied. "She's taken it well this rape horror... goes to school everyday
since it happened.  Nothing psychological seems to have happened to her."

      "Maybe she's got sense that huge, ugly bastard doesn't know flows in her
veins," Steve said as Mark neared the house.

      "Maybe.  Her own folks were killed in an auto accident near San Diego.
She's been in the valley some six-years... a very warm girl."  He thought for a
moment, knowing what he had in mind. "I might see her in a few hours.  I'll see
what I can arrange for an interview."

      "A few hours?  Christ, aren't you going to sleep, man?" his red-haired
house-guest questioned.

      Mark forced a smile.  Christ, how he'd love to, for about forty-eight
hours!  But inside him, he knew he couldn't rest, not with the unwanted,
jealous rancor that churned there.  How the hell did you tell a friend that
your wife had gone ape over a dog... a goddamned wild, killer beast? "I... I
still have a policing job to do, Steve," he heard himself say in remarkably
even tones. "It's a pretty good deal here, and should I blow it, someone is
always ready to take my place, eh? Anyway... I intend to have a chat with Annie
Purcell this morning.  I'll catch her on the way to school, and I'll try to set
up an interview for you."

      "Hey, man, that's great!" Steve said, blowing out smoke.  "I mean, I need
her story verbatum, you know?"

      "Sure.  Annie's a sweet kid, pretty too.  Maybe she'll even let you take
pictures.  That ought to up your bonus," Mark added.

      "Like frankencense and myrrh, old buddy!" the red-bearded writer
enthusiastically retaliated, scrubbing out his cigarette in the car-ashtray.
"I'll call the office and have a flick-boy sent right up!"

      Mark swung the patrol-car into the yard, the sight of his house and the
knowing that Jean was inside, gnawing at his entrails.  Christ, he still
couldn't believe it!  The way she'd given herself to that crazy-wild animal
sonofabitch!  And sucking his own cock at the same time... goddamn... she'd
drained it, swallowing his cum as if it were the last drop on earth!

      That part had been beautiful, but the other? Damn her!  She loved that
fucking dog as much as she loved him!  And that couldn't be!  It just simply
couldn't!  He'd have to kill him... destroy him... the vicious bastard!  It was
unbelievable, but true!  The goddamned beast claimed women... his very own
Jeannie! Granny Obert was right!  Oh shit!

      "Hey, man, let's get some coffee," Steve interrupted his thoughts,
climbing from the car. "I'll make it..."

      "Unless I miss my guess, you won't have to," Mark replied, sliding from
beneath the wheel. "Jean will be waiting for us..."

                                  *    *    *

      For the first time since their marriage, Mark didn't kiss her when he
entered the house. Instead, he slumped down into the breakfast booth and waited
for her to pour coffee.  He barely looked at her and Jean couldn't help but
wonder if Steve noticed. If he had, he was being considerately kind in
betraying no emotion.

      "Carol isn't up yet?" he questioned, squeezing into the breakfast nook
across from Mark.

      "I haven't heard a sound from her," Jean replied, pouring his coffee,
then her husband's. "Probably exhausted after the long drive up."

      "I thought sure that she'd be out here wanting to hear more of the weird
tale of the horny wild dog who rapes young girls, and his ferocious pack that
has a whole country-side up-tight," Steve said with a little grin, bringing out
a cigarette.

      "You make it sound like some sort of jamboree we're sponsoring for a
tourist attraction."  Mark said, an irritable edge to his tone.  "And I assure
you, Steve, it isn't."

      "Hell, guy, I know that," his red-bearded friend quickly replied,
applying fire to the white cylinder hanging from his lips.  "Maybe, I expected
to see too much, or at least hear an eerie, wolf-like howl in the night..."

      "Be thankful that we didn't," Mark said, sipping from his cup.  "Though,
I'll tell you, it's when you don't see or hear them that you can be worried.
I'd almost lay money that they hit one of the sheep herds while we were
cruising the town hour after hour.  It's uncanny, the brain in that damned
brute..."

      "You mean, the rape artist, the one they call Caesar?"  Steve clarified,
and the deputy sheriff nodded without looking up at him or Jean who was
occupying herself at the stove, though Mark wondered if she wasn't listening
intently to every word they said.

      "You've actually seen this mythical german shepherd, then?" Steve probed.

      Mark did look up then, his tired eyes strangely hinting at the
unmistakable strain going on behind them.  "Yes, I've actually seen him, Steve,
and take my word for it, he's no goddamned myth!"

      Jean swallowed tightly as she lay slices of bacon in a frypan with
trembling fingers.  A sense of relief had somewhat calmed her tensions at the
knowing that her wild-lover continued to cleverly elude his would-be
destroyers.  But for how long, was the frightening worry tormenting her? Again,
she tried to recall Grany Obert's comforting words, as Steve said: "What gets
me is how you've managed to keep this zany affair so goddamned isolated
newswise.  I mean, man, this is front-page, prime-time TV socko, eh?"

      "Not as difficult as it sounds, Steve," Mark answered. "Crescent Valley
has no newspaper of its own.  We read the county-seat rag, and fortunately
there's no little old ladies here who contribute the social-events to it, or
undoubtedly the whole thing would've leaked out by this time.  Like I told you
on the phone, that's all we need... a flood of news-hawks from the various
mediums to drive the whole valley beserk..."

      "G-Good morning, all," Carol's voice interrupted with a rather uncertain
greeting.  She wore a tight little smile on her vivacious, ivory-skinned face,
her hands shoved deeply into the patch-pockets of her red robe.

      "Well, there she is," Steve allowed, smiling up at his dark haired,
onyx-eyed young wife.  "I thought it was odd that you weren't out here to catch
the spicy tale of the lurid beast that stalks them thar hills out yonder!
Better come over here gal and give yore devil-chasin' mate a kiss on the
cheek."

      Momentarily, Carol hesitated, but only because she still wasn't quite
herself yet.  From the moment she had awakened from a deep, exhaustive sleep,
her mind had immediately filled with the incredibly obscene depravity she had
played more than a passive role in only hours before.  It had to be an insane,
lurid dream, she had naturally concluded, a reactive tremor rippling over the
smooth ivory-flesh of her nakedness, and then she had seen the sun-lighted
opened window, abruptly raising her upright in bed. In itself, the opening was
hardly a convincing factor... but then she found the short strands of dog-hair
on the bottom sheet... and several more clinging to the intimate flesh of her
inner thighs and on the skin of her stomach!

      "Well, do I get my kiss or not, gal?" her husband's words jarred her back
to the immediate scene.

      "Of course," she said, pretending drowsiness as she scuffed toward where
he sat, though she was vitally awake inside.  She bent and kissed him, then
lowered herself onto the leather-padded booth beside him, feigning a stifled
yawn.

      "Did you sleep well, Carol?" Jean asked, welcoming the presence of her
friend and hoping to change the trend of the conversation.  She set a saucer
and cup before the raven-haired girl, filling it with steaming coffee.

      "Like a log," the vivacious brunette answered, already vowed that she
would say nothing of her midnight visitor.  God, how could she... even if she
wanted to?  After the way she had seduced him... actually sucked his beautiful
dog-cock? A tiny shiver of lewd delight at the memory caused her to visibly
tremor, and Jean said:

      "Are you cold, darling?"

      "What... cold?  Oh... no, no, not really," Carol answered with a light
laugh, consciously drawing her robe tighter around her throat.

      "It's probably this mountain air," Jean said, her smoke-blue eyes
intently searching those of her closest friend.  She had detected something in
the brunette's moment of trembling, not the quiver of her lissome young body as
much as the almost erotic expression that had briefly sparkled in her dark
revealing eyes, familiarity registering within Jean at the recognition.  She
swallowed and forced a smile, watching the other look away, as if avoiding her
discerning stare.  M-My God... was it possible?

      "Well, tell me about your exploits, Darling?" Carol was saying to her
husband, purposely shying from Jean's perceptive gaze.  The way she had seemed
to look right into her very soul for one brief instant!  Damn, had she given
herself away?  "And toss me one of your cigarettes..."

      "Not much to tell, Baby.  Except for old Mark's insistence, I'd still
have to call the whole story a lot of blarney.  All we did was ride around
town, and meet an ugly bastard named Link Morgan, who did nothing for my
appetite," her husband replied, passing her a cigarette and lighting it.

      "Speaking of appetites, how's breakfast coming, Jean?"  Mark questioned
his blonde-haired young wife who had returned to the stove.  "I've got some
things I have to do this morning."

      "In a minute, honey," she answered, her back to him, and trying to keep
this newly added tension from her voice.  Her small, slender hands trembled as
she broke the eggs into the frypan, her brain racing in a flusteration that
bordered on rank jealousy.  My God, she had to get a hold of herself!  She was
judging others by her own lurid acts... yet, he could've come to her window as
before!

      Mark couldn't help but let his confused, tired eyes linger on the
voluptuous rear view of Jean's loveliness that even her robe couldn't hide.
Christ, he thought, that a goddanmed vicious dog could come between them was
absolutely insane!  But he couldn't rid himself of the mental picture of her
kneeling down slavishly on all fours, bent before the wild canine bastard
fucking her from behind, and she thrusting her beautiful, naked ass back at his
fucking animal-cock!  She'd sucked him though... practically drawn the lining
right out of his balls... but would she have done it if that weird sonofabitch
hadn't been lacing her out of her mind with his huge driving prick? Shit, he
couldn't think straight; he was too frigging tired.  He hadn't had a decent
night's sleep in days... ever since...

      "What about the girl who was raped?" Carol was asking Steve. "Didn't the
doctor say that the sperm found inside her was definitely animal?"

      "That's what Mark says.  I haven't talked to him... or to anyone really,
only Morgan, the Chief of Police."

      "Well, isn't she his niece?" Carol pursued, catching a sidelong glance of
Jean at the stove and wondering if she'd quelled any questioning thoughts her
close-friend might be entertaining. Of course, she could always concoct some
sort of story to cover if Jean suspected something. Certainly, she'd never
believe the truth even if she told it!  Who would... a wild sixty-nine orgy
with a dog!

      "... She's his niece, and Doc Emory did confirm the animal sperm," Mark
was saying in a near-aggravated voice.  "There's no question about the
authenticity of the animal, or the rape... or any of the rest of it," he added,
looking up at Jean as she spatuled fried eggs onto their plates.  "Is there,
Jean darling?"

      Carol looked up to see her friend's eyes avoiding her handsome new
husband's intent glare.  Momentarily, they glanced at her, as if in sympathetic
understanding.  "No," Carol watched her mouth form the word. "No... there's
absolutely no doubt about any of it!"


                                  Caesar 13/18

                         Caesar Comes, And His Revenge
                                   Chapter 13

      Mark welcomed the sanctity of his patrol car, the breakfast and hot
coffee doing much to restore his energy.  Damn, if he could just find it in his
heart to forgive his young wife, Jean... but Christ, he couldn't... couldn't!
He'd never forget the goddamned wanton expression on her beautiful face when
that wild sonofabitch accomplished what he'd yet been unable to do!  The
vicious brute had stolen her away from him right then and there, though Mark
knew she'd probably deny it to her dying day!  There was only one way; he had
to kill the raping bastard... and even that wasn't going to make her forget
him!

      Irately, the uniformed deputy sheriff slammed the gears through their
cycle, forcing his mind to concentrate on other immediate issues at hand.  As
much as he had his own personal problems, of which the wild-dog pack was
playing an unbelievable part, there were other local matters to be looked to,
especially the area's drug trouble.  The high-school was seemingly saturated
with it, and Link Morgan had done nothing concerning the three teenaged pushers
Mark had picked up and turned over to the police chief.  Though Mark tried
never to draw obvious conclusions, Morgan's laxity in bringing the three before
the county judge for indictment, plus his refusal to discuss the matter,
underscored what he'd feared all along. He hated to believe it, but more and
more it began to look as if Link was the supplier behind the young pushers,
though to prove the matter might be next to impossible in Crescent Valley.

      The police chief had the Newells on his side... good old venomous Lydia
and her father, and who would buck Aaron Newell... even with him somewhere
overseas. On top of that, Mark had already made an unaffordable enemy in the
beautiful, auburn-haired whiplash of a daughter who had laid claim to him years
back.  But what else could he have done only spurn those big, lusty green-eyes?
He'd come back to the valley from L.A. married and head-over-heels in love with
Jean.  His affair with Lydia, which had never been anything more than a lurid
diet of sexual variety, was over!  Hell, there'd never been any future in it
from the beginning.  There was no place for him in the wealthy Newell circle.
It had always been his stud value, and he'd never tried to fool himself on that
score.  But Lydia didn't like her playthings taken from her, and she'd made
that well known to him several days before.  How had she so daintily put it?
"You... you sonofabitch... goddamn you, Mark Blakely!  I'll have your nuts for
this!  I swear I will!  I'll have your nuts!"

      Mark's keen, but tired mind diligently worked as he drove, passing the
high school and making the proper turns which the long, chestnut-haired Annie
Purcell would take in her walk toward the granite-piled structure.  He wasn't
quite clear in his mind what value would come out of a chat with her, but she'd
always been an amiable girl, talkative and eager, and she undoubtedly had at
least been exposed to the pot-traffic at school. Anyway, he had to start
somewhere, and he'd promised Steve that he'd try to get him an interview with
her.

      His mind was again reverting to chafingly jealous thoughts of Jean and
Caesar when he saw the attractive brown-eyed teenager a half-block from her
Uncle's house on Cypress street, the warm curves to her shapely young legs
first catching his eye, then the miniskirt and white pullover she wore. Drawing
closer, he realized that she was obviously braless... the new revolutionary
thing... her full, youthful breasts doing an arousing sashay to her every
bouncing step.  Christ, school had changed since his day. He swallowed,
wondering if maybe he shouldn't wait...

      She saw him and waved.  Mark smiled back, responsively easing the
Sheriff's car to the curb and stopping, making no motions toward her, yet she
swerved from the sidewalk to come and talk with him.

      "Hi, Mark.. . I-I mean Mr. Blakely... going toward school?" she greeted
and asked in one breath, her young white teeth glistening with her smile.

      "Y-Yes... as a matter of fact, I am," he stammered, her accidental use of
his first name surprising him.  In the past, it had always been Mr. Blakely.
"Come on, I'll drive you... I wanted to talk to you anyway," he added with a
little smile of his own.  "Ooohhh?" he heard her pleasant girlish voice
questioningly fade as she unhesitantly circled the car, that too astonishing
him.  They had never been that close, though his uniform would probably
reassure her. He opened the door for her and she climbed in, making none of the
usual demure efforts toward covering her youthfully rounded thighs with the
brevity of her mini-skirt.  "It's not very often that I get picked up by the
handsomest man in town," she said with a light, flirtish air, the pleasing
scent of fragrant soap reaching him.

      Mark uncontrollably grinned as he glided the automobile back into motion,
her less than naive coquettishness giving him another start that he hadn't been
prepared for.  He'd naturally had some experience with these teenaged girls in
the course of his official capacity, but he doubted that he'd ever quite get
with their casual disregard for the teasingly provocative sexiness they exuded.
It was difficult to believe they were unaware of their ripened young charms,
though he'd never thought of Annie along those lines, and it suddenly occurred
to him that he was either getting old, or blind... or was it that she'd
abruptly grown up when he wasn't looking?

      "What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Blakely?" Annie
questioned, purposely twisting in the seat so that she faced him, her young
sheeningly encased legs nearly touching at the knees, her fully rounded thighs
knowingly revealed to him.  She saw his handsome, greyish-eyes magnetically
rake over them, and a little'quiver of excitement fluttered through her.

      "I ah... I have a friend here... a writer who'd like to interview you,
Annie," he clumsily managed, gluing his eyes to the street ahead with the sight
of her curvaceous young thighs mentally branded in his mind.  Christ! "Name's
Steve Foster and he writes for a national magazine!"

      "About the dog... Caesar... that night?" she quickly responded, her
teenaged, dark eyes innocently absorbing him.  "Is that what he wants to know
about?"

      Mark again swallowed, this time more tightly. "Ah... yes, he wants to do
an article on the wild-pack, Annie... but that isn't what I wanted to talk to
you about... though I'd welcome anything you have to add to that night..."

      "Oh, there's nothing more.  I've told everything.  He did it... you
know... screwed me, that's all," Annie replied with an outward naivete, her
choice of lewd words causing the flesh of his balls to creep!  "Well... nearly
all... That is, there's one thing that I haven't told anyone, Mr. Blakely,
but... but I know I can tell you."

      He had to clear his throat before he could speak.  "Wh-What's that,
Annie?" he managed, not daring to look her way and be webbed by those luscious
young thighs again.

      "Well... at first I tried to fight him," she said, speaking in a
childishly soft, sultry voice that he could never know she had painstakingly
rehearsed before a mirror.  But then, she excitedly thought, there had been
many things that had happened to her since Caesar, hadn't there?  And Uncle
Link had introduced her to them all... or nearly all... "At first I did...
until I realized that it was no use, and then... then, I gave up!  I-I let him
do it... even helped by pushing myself back at him!  D-Does that make me sound
like some sort of d-depraved girl, myself? I-I mean... the way some people look
at me..."

      Christ almighty, Mark thought, driving right past the high school toward
the Ranch Road; he was getting a gnawing hard-on at the sound of her voice and
the lewd story she was telling him. He couldn't help but think of his own wife,
Jean, naked and kneeling before the huge german shepherd, and the brute's
thrusting cock driving her right out of her skull!  Shit, could this
inexperienced teenaged girl be expected to do less?

      "Listen," he hoarsely rasped, forcing the unwanted memories of his young
wife and the mounted dog ramming his feral animal-cock up between the smooth
grinding cheeks of her naked buttocks from his mind!  "Listen, there's no one
in this town who can look down on you, Annie!  You put that right in the
forefront of your mind, eh?  Try to understand that these are uneducated,
almost ignorant folk who don't know any better.  They're not really to blame...
anymore than you were for what happened!"

      "I-I've tried that, Mr. Blakely," she softly replied, gazing downward
toward her candidly exhibited legs in an accomplished gesture, fiery sensations
already tingling hotly through her at the sudden realization of their being out
on the Ranch Road and well passed the school!  It... it could happen... if she
were clever enough!  But God... did she dare?  Mark Blakely... wow, he was so
handsome!  "Honest... I've tried... even thought of them not knowing any
better... ignorant, as you say, but..." she looked up at him, her flashing dark
eyes rounded in question, "but even uneducated people know about fucking, don't
they?"

      She might have shoved a white-hot, searing iron right between his legs,
Mark headily reeled at her casual use of the graphic four-letter word, his
swollen hardness jerking noticeably inside his pants-front!  Goddamn, what was
he doing out here in the hills with her, anyway?  He'd momentarily lost his
head, that was what! The fresh young feminine fragrance of her, and her
wide-eyed innocent use of lurid words, say nothing of the way she was
displaying her thighs all the way up to her panties to him, had lustfully set
his blood-thumping cock into doing his thinking for him!  Shit, he must be
growing more senile than old Granny Obert... and he was in a thing over Jean's
orgy with Caesar? What the hell was he stupidly contemplating but statutory
rape!  Goddamn... he could see the white nylon crotchband of her panties snugly
hugging the puffy little pubic mound between her lush, teenaged thighs!

      "Well, don't they Mr. Blakely?" she persisted.

      "Y-Yeah... sure, Annie... of course they know," he stammered, tearing his
eyes from between her youthfully firm legs and beginning to look for a place to
turn around.  He had to get hold of himself!  His resistance was at low-ebb
from lack of sleep.  His brain was grogged and his angered, slowly stiffening
prick was lecherously attempting to make his decisions for him! Was that the
way it'd been with Jeannie the first time? Christ, the narrow wisp of satiny
whiteness caressing the fleshy swell between her rounded, full, young thighs
was searingly imprinted in his roused brain!  "D-Don't worry, it'll all work
out for you, Honey..."

      Honey!  He'd called her Honey... and there was no doubt about that
swelling in his pantleg and the way it'd jerked when she'd used the word,
fucking!  God, it looked as big, or bigger than Uncle Link's!  Not that it
mattered how big it was!  She knew she'd love it inside her if it were no
larger than her little finger!  Mark Blakely!  He was so handsome... and her
pussy was getting so tingly wet!  How... how was she going to manage it? She
said: "Wh-What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mr. Blakely?" I'd tell
you anything... anything!"

      Holy Christ, there wasn't any question, Mark's nearly exhausted
intelligence screamed!  She, this devilish little teenage pricktease, was
laying it on the line before him!  He couldn't help but think of Lydia Newell's
flagrant lust that had been his real indoctrination!  Damn, was Annie blindly
gearing toward being another Lydia?  He tried to think of his wife, Jeannie,
anything that would restore a measure of needed reason, but the mere thought of
his voluptuous, blonde bride brought Caesar into the mental picture, coupled to
her with his huge, imbedded animal-cock, and a vengeful rage boiled inside him!

      "W-What do you know about the pot in school?" he threw at her, almost
hoping that she would get angry and bring the whole trouble-heading scene to an
end right there.

      "What do you want to know?" the teenager questioned, inching closer to
him along the seat.

      "The pushers... who are they?" Mark snapped.

      "Leo Vincent, Corky and Billy White... but they haven't been to school in
a few days," she quickly answered.  "No one's seen them... like as if they
disappeared."

      Mark licked at his thin lips.  They were the three he had picked up and
turned over to Link Morgan.  "Has the traffic died down?"

      "It's dead, Mr. Blakely.  You can't buy a joint at school right now," she
answered, slowly slipping her arm around the back-rim of his seat as she
slithered tightly against him.

      "Who's the source... do you know?" he managed, sensing the warm weight of
her arm behind him and the delicate play of her fingers at the back of his
neck.  Jesus Christ, he'd been so right... so right!  She was offering all that
ripe, youthful loveliness to him to fuck right now if he wanted it!

      Annie swallowed, her young throat as tight as a drum.  She knew... yes,
she knew... and she'd barter the information for his making love to her if it
were necessary!  But... but Uncle Link would kill her if he ever found out!  He
would... he'd kill her for even thinking of taking her panties off for his
enemy, Mark Blakely!  It wasn't the same as before she'd begun to incestuously
sleep with him; she hardly had any privacy or secrets anymore.  He made her
suck him every night before he ate her pussy and fucked her, and he never
forgot to tell her that he'd skin her alive if she made a mistake!

      "l-I can't tell you that, Mark!" she hoarsely exclaimed. "Please...
please don't ask me!  J-Just be nice to me, Mr. Blakely please?  I-It isn't
easy being me right now... little Annie Purcell... the sweet young girl that,
that dog, Caesar, raped... with everyone in the Valley looking down at me..."

      Whether it was the pathetic tone of her child-like voice, or her
self-pitying words that reached him, Mark would never know, anymore than he
could understand the reasoning behind his own sudden, stupidly impulsive
statement: "Damnit, I told you about these ignorant yokels!  What do you think
they'd say if they knew that goddamned wild brute had fucked my wife... and
more than once, too?"

      Annie gaped at his tormented, handsome profile.  "Y-You're kidding...
you're kidding me... Mr. Blakely!" she tremored; his own use of the wild-word
hotly inciting her.

      "I wish to hell I were!" he choked, swinging into the mouth of a dirt
lane that led to a deserted quarry and coming to a skidding halt. He rammed the
gears into reverse, then turned to gape at inch-distance into the attractive
young face crowding his. "I sure wish to hell I were, Annie... but I'm not!
It's true, and everytime I think of it I'm ready to flip!"

      "Wait... don't back up!" the long-haired teenager pleaded in a throaty
whisper.  "Please, Mr. Blakely... don't back up... Keep going... drive up into
the quarry..." she hissingly pleaded, her sweet young breath hot against his
cheek.  And then he felt her other small hand's electrifying contact with the
tensed muscle of his thigh, beginning to caress warmly as it moved with pointed
intention toward the jerking rod of hardness straining at his pants front!
"Maybe I can make you feel better... ease the ache inside you,... at least...
draw the fire out of this for you!"

      "Christ!" he lurchingly swore to the hot, encircling pressure of her
small palm and fingers suddenly grasping the thickened hardness of his
throbbing cock inside his pants.  "D-Do you know what you're saying... doing,
Annie?" he rasped at her, his fired brain spinning like the vanes on a
windmill, while her delicate young hand began to knowingly trace the outline of
his long rigid prick with unbelievably skilled fingers!

      "Yes... yes, of course I know, Mr. Blakely!  Can't you tell by my hand on
your cock?" she lewdly whispered, then possessively clutched it as she pressed
forward, crushing the resilient young flesh of one full, bra-less breast
against his tensed arm and kissed his cheek with warm, wet lips. "Please, Mr.
Blakely... please?  Do it to me... I want you to!  Fuck me... do anything you
want to me... just let me make you happy!"

      He couldn't have moved at that moment had he wanted to!  Her lithe, young
body hotly pressed against him, her yielding, teenaged breast searing the
muscled-flesh of his arm right through his shirt-sleeve, but it was her
youthful little hand caressing his throbbing cock that was tearing him up
inside!  Her lustful plea with its lewd words screamed in his tired skull and
he knew he was rapidly losing any resistance to her that he might have had!
Still, he made one last effort...

      "Damnit, Annie... I can't!  You're just a... a child... a little girl for
Christ's sake!"

      "Oh God!" the chestnut-haired teenager gasped, suddenly grasping his big
hand in the small one that had been eagerly stroking his thickly pulsating
hardness.  She'd never accept no for an answer now!  She was so hot and wet
between her legs! Excitedly, she guided his strong hand to the naked smooth
flesh beneath her sweater, until the tiny hardened nipple of one full rounded
young breast was pressing into its palm!  Then she sensually whispered: "Does
that feel like a little girl's tit to you, Mr. Blakely?"

      "Christ!" he choked, stalling the car as he twisted in the seat to pull
her tightly against him, his mouth finding her lushly opened young lips and his
tongue thrusting hotly between them! Shit, he was lost!  He was going to fuck
her if it meant twenty-years in prison!  He couldn't help himself, he knew as
he squeezed and kneaded the firmly overflowing flesh of her warm, teenaged
breast in his lecherously working hand!  But goddamn, he better get off this
well-traveled road before someone came along and saw them!"

                                  *    *    *

      Someone had already seen them, but Mark Blakely had no way of knowing
that.

      Lydia Newell sat beautifully astride the big bay, enjoying her morning
ride as she skirted the perimeter of the A and B's vast south range following
the canyon-rim trail that afforded a panoramic view of the entire valley.  She
saw his patrol car, recognizing it from its black and white markings.

      A sensation of excitement rippled through her, quickly followed by
another of dismay at the thought of the distance separating them.  By
horse-trail, he  was at least six-miles off... unless he doubled back along the
old range-road!  If he did, she could easily intercept him near the creek...
and that could prove damned interesting.  She might even forgive him for his
bastardly trick the other day of just cumming in her mouth and leaving her
unsatisfied down between her legs, providing he was properly sorry and took
good care of her today.  God knows, she could certainly stand a goodly piece of
her ex-lover's viriley-hardened cock this morning... or any morning for that
matter!

      She reined the bay to a halt and pulled field-glasses from the saddle-bag
she always carried.  And then a further feeling of disappointment gnawed at her
belly as she saw his patrol car turn into the entranceway of the old quarry
road and stop.  He was turning around... Damn him!

      The stately, auburn-haired girl fixed the glasses to her eyes and
adjusted them.  She could make-out Mark inside, but not too distinctly. Damn!
He wasn't alone... there was a girl with him! Frantically, she adjusted and
re-adjusted the glasses, but as powerful as they were, she couldn't identify
the girl's features... only that the two of them were suddenly embracing, and
she didn't have Jean Blakely's honey-blonde hair!

      The sonofabitch!  The car was moving, but not turning around! He was
heading toward the old quarry, another mile on top of the half-dozen that
separated them!  Damn him... goddamn her, whoever she was... and little Lydia
was going to find that out, even if she had to watch for them coming back!

                                  *    *    *

      Mark had given up all effort toward fighting the lecherous drive eating
heatedly at his churning loins.  He found a parking place between the excavated
pit-wall and dilapitated stone-crusher, backing into it, quickly cutting the
car's engine then grasping and pulling Annie to him.  She whimpered as he ran
his hungry hand beneath her sweater, hotly clutching at the resilient young
flesh of her naked breasts, his open mouth glued to hers, their wet, simmering
tongues darting and lashing in mounting sexual fervency.

      "Oh Christ,  Annie... this is wrong... crazy!" he hissed, holding her
tightly to him while his big hand continued to the swollen warm flesh of her
full, satin-soft breasts. He caught the tiny, hardened buds of their
marble-like nipples between his squeezing fingers, pulling and rolling them
again and again to make her gasp into his mouth as he wetly tongue-fucked into
it. Then, panting like the satyr he felt he was, he raised his head and gaped
down into her enticing young face.  "But I don't give a goddamn... not if you
don't, Honey!  If my wife can let a dog fuck her, then I can fuck you can't I?"

      "Oh, yes, yes, Mr. Blakely darling!" the teenager passionately moaned,
clinging tightly to him.  "You can do anything you want to me... or tell me
what you want me to do to you!  I'll suck it for you... let it cum all up in my
mouth and swallow it if that's what you want, Lover!  Anything, Mark... only
don't make me wait any longer!  Let's... let's get naked... I want to see your
cock!"

      In a surge of blinding lust the likes of which Mark couldn't remember
ever claiming him, he pulled at his clothing, simultaneously watching the
voluptuous teenaged girl beside him tug the white pullover sweater from her
lovely upper body, the actual sight of her fully rounded, white young breasts
in their naked youthful beauty causing his swollen cock to jerk achingly in his
pants.  Their tiny, cherry-like nipples were as hard as pebbles, and the mounds
of silk-smooth flesh quivered and swayed provocatively to her nearly frenzied
stripping away of her clothing.

      He watched the tiny skirt disappear, then her panty-hose, and finally the
wispy nylon bikini panties that unveiled the sparsely growing curls of her
young teenage pussy-lips, the most lust-enticing sight he could ever remember
gaping at.  She started to move toward him, her dark young eyes hungrily
fastened on his towering, rock-hard cock, but he held out his hand to restrain
her, clutching and pressing simultaneously against the soft give of her full,
sensuously formed breast.

      "I want to hold it, kiss it... suck it, Mr. Blakely!" the naked young
girl hotly whimpered as he pressed her backward until she was lying back
against the corner of the back of the seat and the door, one foot up on the
cushion, the other on the floor.  Her curvaceous, smooth young legs were lewdly
spread open to him, the whiteness of her full, rounded thighs and belly
contrasted by the dark silken curls of her sparsely curling pubic hair!  He
could readily see the thin pink crevice her blood-flushed cunt-lips were trying
to conceal between, his aching cock responsively jerking upward with an almost
painful series of throbs at the lust-wetting sight!

      Go on, Jean, fuck your cheatin' little cunt back at the sonofabitch!  If
that's what you want, fuck your ass back at him 'till you whelp like a bitch!
he insanely balanced.  And this is what I'll do...

      "Oh... oh Mr. Blakely, lover!" Annie moaned, clutching at his head as he
lurched forward between her widespread, warmly trembling young thighs, feeling
his lifting of her legs and drawing them back for him to give him the greater
access to her naked cunt that she knew he wanted.  She stroked at his tousled
hair, sensing his hands wedging beneath the rounded moons of her taut young
buttocks and drawing her further down the seat, his handsome face suddenly
nuzzling into the wet, fire-filled intimacy of her eager loins!

      Christ!  The sweet, fresh youthful aroma of it alone was enough to make
him cum, Mark inwardly reasoned, staring lecherously at the bewitching
spectacle of her snugly clenching little cuntal lips and the lustrous dark curl
of thinly sprouting pubic hair encircling it!  He moved closer, thrust out his
tongue and drew it slipperily from the base of her tightly clasping pussy-slit
up to the very tip of her excitedly jerking clitoris, spreading open the
fleshy, blood-engorged lips like a burning, pointed scoop, sweeping over the
intricate, naked flesh of her sensitive inner-secrets with satyrical
aggressiveness.

      "Oh... ooohhhhhhh God!" Annie groaned sensually, her whole youthfully
excited body nakedly trembling beneath his erotically flicking tongue.
"Darling!  Ooohhh... you're wonderful!  Yess... do it!  Eat my cunt, Mr.
Blakely!  Ooohhh... I want to suck your cock while you lick me there... swallow
your cum... please... please turn around for me!"

      Her unbelievable, wanton plea scraped and lashed at his lust-governed
brain, and as much as he wanted to shove his aching cock right down her
teenaged throat, he fought it!  Instead, he licked several more times through
the hot, wet deliciousness of her hungrily clenching young cunt, then raised up
over her, crawling intentionally forward.  "Another time, Baby... not today!
I'm going to fuck you... so reach down between your legs and put it where it
belongs!  Mr. Blakely's going to fuck you now, Annie!"

      "Ooohhh... yesss... all right, darling, whatever you say!" the whimpering
teenager passionately moaned.  "Fuck me, Mr. Blakely, darling... fuck me good!"
she hissed, grasping the length of his probing cock down between them and
seating it's swollen head at the tiny pulsating lips of her wetly waiting
vaginal mouth!  "Do it... do it, Mark!  Fuck me 'till I scream... please!"

                                  *    *    *

      The bay was tiring.  She'd pushed the beast too far, especially on an
uncertain, downhill trail.  She should have ridden the sorrel, he was a much
surer-footed animal on this type of terrain.  But then, she hadn't expected to
catch her ex-lover in a clandestine encounter, had she? The sonofabitch!  The
way he'd walked away from her after she'd sucked him off!  Professing deep love
for that simple-headed, little blonde haired wife of his!  And here he was out
in the hills with some other cunt!  Damn her soul!  Who could it be?  She had
to know... because no one took a girl into the old quarry like he had, unless
he was going to fuck her!  Oh, the pretentious bastard!  He was going to pay
for this, and so was his blonde little lovely bride, but she had to know who
the girl with him was... had to!

      "Goddamn you, Dante, move... move!" Lydia snapped, gouging her spurs into
the big animal's flanks and causing it to buckingly react. "Move, you
sonofabitch!" she spat, viciously yanking the reins as they moved down the
slope. "I want to see the face of that bitch with him!"

                                  *    *    *

      Mark had no more than wormed his long, thick length of hardened
cock-flesh into the tight wet sleeve of her hotly clutching pussy-channel when
the curvaceous teenager began to nakedly writhe and squirm beneath him,
obscenely thrusting her smooth rounded young hips and buttocks up at his
impaling cock with frenzied strokes, accompanied by passion-filled whimpers and
gasping little cries!  "Oh God... oh God... oh God!" she moaned, heaving her
young delectable loins in an immediate fury upward at his pulsating cock
slithering into her tightly clinging cunt.  "Oh Darling, it's so big... it
fills my hot little hole right up to my belly!  Aaahhhh... give it to me... Mr.
Blakely!  Fuck me hard with it!  Yesss... like that... ooohhh, I want to see! I
want to see!"

      Shit, he was going to go right out of his goddamned head! The flaming
velvety flesh of her childish vagina was wetly grasping and nursing his aching
hardness like a gripping butter-coated hand, the frenzy of their fucking
filling the car with flat fleshy slapping sounds!  From the very first stroke,
he felt his sperm-coated balls thudding hard down against her tiny, puckered
anus as they wedged between the ovaled white moons of her wide-spread
ass-cheeks!  He lifted himself to allow her the lewd view she wanted, his eyes
fixing on her firm, teenaged breasts that were quivering like some delicious,
white gelatinous substance with his every jarring fuck up into her!  She raised
her head and gaped down between them as did he, the sight of his long, thick
cock moistly vanishing inside the wide stretched, curl-ringed mouth of her
young pink cunt causing her to gasp out in sensual desire!

      "Oh... oohhh... I'm going to cum, Mr. Blakely!  Yesss... cummmmiinnngg!"
she wailed, wrapping her smooth, naked legs around his back and spiraling her
quivering young cuntal muscles up onto his charging cock like an acrobat
shinnying a pole!

      Wildly, she fucked and squealed beneath him, her voluptuous young-girl
body quaking and jerking in the throes of her orgasm, her yielding, naked flesh
clinging as if she were welded to him! Chrisi, he couldn't stop now!  He hoped
she'd understand... not go into some up-tight fit because she'd cum... and then
she half-screamed:

      "Oh... ooohhh... sweet fucker... I'm cuummniiinnggg agaaiinnn!"

      Mark felt her long, young nails gouging the hard flesh of his arms,
shoulders and ribs as she trembled and spasihed around the length of his
aching, buried cock plunging into the receptive, wet hole between her
wide-spread, teenaged legs!  Once more, she let out a banshee-like cry and he
knew she was cumming again!  Jesus Christ, she was a real nympho!  No doubt
about it, he thought wildly!  The luscious little bitch was a nympho!  Go
ahead, Jeannie, get fucked by your goddamned Caesar... or any other dog you
take a notion to!  I'll take this little wanton nympho to even the score!  Go
ahead... go ahead!

      Lustfully, he looked down between their wetly perspiring bodies to see
the hot, pink flesh of her glistening inner-cunt clinging tightly to the
moistly glistening hardness of his pistoning cock when he fucked back out of
her!  Christ, it was like pink, delicately spun sugar-candy sucking hungrily at
his heavily veined shaft of long, thick rigidity, the silken, hair-fringed
mouth of her youthful little pussy-hole feverishly clenching it and holding it
deep up inside her!  Like the lecher he knew that he was, Mark fucked harder,
sensing the hot, liquid delicacy of her young, tender belly eagerly swallowing
the turgid head of his pulsing cock!  She whimpered, but never pulled away from
him even a fraction as he increased the rapidity and intensity of his strokes
into her lasciviously upthrusted, young cunt!

      "Oh God, Mr. Blakely... darling... lover... we'll do this again, won't
we?" Annie whimpered.  "Again and again?  Ooohhh... you fuck into me so
wonderful!  I love you!  Oooohhh... I've got to suck it... taste your cum,
Darling!  Oooohhhh Godddd, I'm going to again... yesss... nowwwww!"

      Insanely, she clung to him, her curvaceous teenaged legs locked tightly
with her ankles up over his back, her youthful loins smacking fleshily up
against his as she undulated wildly her smoothly grinding hips and buttocks,
making her cuntal-channel wetly massage his burning hard cock in a lewd,
salacious churning act that caused his cum-filled balls to signal the end!

      "Christ!" he choked.  "Oh Christ!  I... I'm going toooo!"

      Frantically, she began to writhe and lurch in under him, her small hands
pressing against his strongly pumping hips as if she were fighting him!

      "No!  No, God... not this way!  Please?" she pleaded, her youthful
strength forcing his heavily pulsating cock out of her tightly locked young
cuntal passage as she seemed to withdraw herself down into the soft give of the
car seat!  "Crawl up over me, Mr. Blakely!  I want it in my mouth!  Shoot it in
my mouth, Darling!  I want to suck it... swallow it... please?"

      Mark didn't struggle, but let her manipulate him above her until he was
practically sitting on the soft white cushions of her young resilient tits, the
bubbling pool of hot sperm raging in the bloated vat of his balls blinding him
to all but the desperate urgency of shoving his jerking cock back into her
anyplace! Almost frenziedly, she grasped its thick, moistened base, pulling the
heavy foreskin back as far as it would go, and nibbling her roundly ovaled lips
up over the swollen, purplish head that was still glistening wetly from her
cuntal secretions!  Little purling mewls and humming sounds of intense passion
arose in her throat, vibrating the length of his long, impatiently jerking
hardness as she began to feverishly tongue and suck it!  She cupped his jism-
filled balls in her small, hot hands, gently levering them in a to-and-fro
motion to the rhythm of her back-and-forth head movement, making him wildly
understand what she wanted!

      "Oh shit!" Mark choked, beginning to thrust his pelvis forward and fuck
in and out of the hot, moist shelter of her hungrily enveloping young mouth!
"Suck it, you luscious little cunt!  Suck it... suck it hard... and any second
now... it's going to fill that soft warm belly of yours with a big flood of
cum!"

      "Mmmmmmmm!  Mmmmmmmmmm!" Annie passionately moaned in her obscenely
positioned nakedness, eagerly massaging and milking his heavy sperm-bloated
balls with her youthfully clutching hands as she tried to work his thickly
pistoning cock further and further into her voraciously sucking mouth and
throat!

      And then, it happened!  He was riding the full, rounded mounds of her
swollen young breasts with his lewdly churning ass-cheeks, and watching the
pink inner-flesh of her lushly ovalled lips clinging hotly to his moving cock
when he withdrew it from her mouth in the backstroke.  Then suddenly, in the
midst of it all, he felt her slender middle finger tenderly slipping up into
his rectum all the way to the palm of her hand!  "Oh Christ!" he gasped and
swore when she began to expertly rotate it around inside and massage the
sensitive, rubbery depth "Ooooohh... that did it, Baby... I'm cummmmniiinnggg!
Suck it hard you cocksucking little bitch!"

      Mark writhed his hips furiously, watching her pretty young cock-contorted
face, the lips sucking slavishly, his cock hardening ever greater with the
presence of the needle-like stream of white hot sperm rushing the full length
of it!

      It burst as the young girl beneath him vaguely heard him mouthing
obscenities, his jerking cock gushing forth thick jets of his pungent tasting
cum, flooding deep into her impatiently waiting mouth and throat!  She felt her
cheeks ballooning and contracting almost to the bursting point as she swallowed
in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her thinly stretched lips tightly around his
spasming hardness and sucking furiously, while his massive resevoir of wetly
gushing cum continued to squirt down into her mouth and his hands clutched at
her head, pulling her face harder up onto his wildly spewing prick!

      The ecstasy of it was even greater than she had imagined it would be, and
at the first hot pungent taste of his love-juice her own climax had been
triggered again!  Every muscle of her nakedly writhing young body contracted as
she felt the erotic jolt of rapture convulse one last time through her
insatiably jerking loins and belly!  And then, his wonderful cock began to grow
limp in her still hungrily sucking little mouth, until gradually there remained
nothing but near exhaustion and wonder between them.

      Breathing heavily, Mark climbed off of her obscenely sprawled young
nakedness, the sight of her lush teenaged lips and chin glistening with the
warm, wet whiteness of his sperm sending a contemptible wave of self-loathing
surging through him for what he had done to the young high school girl.  But to
Annie, who was slowly raising herself up in the seat, her young eyes lovingly
fixed on the naked, handsome lover beside her, there was only wonder... if and
how soon could she make it happen with Mr. Blakely again!


                                  Caesar 14/18

                         Caesar Comes, And His Revenge
                                   Chapter 14

      In nothing short of lynx-eyed rage, Lydia Newell wasted no time in
reaching the Crescent Valley Police Chief by telephone. Nor did she mince words
with the barrel-chested official in conveying to him what she thought of his
"little whore niece!"

      "What the hell, Lydia, I-I can't believe it!" Link Morgan stammered in
immediate jealous anger.  He'd been sitting behind the scarred desk in his
grubby Town-Hall office, staring idly at the half-empty bourbon-bottle he'd
been nursing, while lecherously contemplating the tightly rounded, naked young
ass of his dead sister's daughter whom he'd so patiently been schooling in the
sinful skills of incestuous sex. The jangling phone had interrupted his
lust-whetting thoughts, but the irritation in his voice quickly faded when
Aaron Newell's fire-eating daughter bitterly unloaded on him!  Goddamn, he
couldn't believe it... Annie and Mark Blakely?  The little two-timing hot-box.

      "Y-You're sure, girl... I mean?"

      "Don't show your stupidity, Morgan!  I don't make mistakes! You ought to
know that!" she gnashed into his ear, causing him to momentarily jerk the
receiver away.  "I saw when they went in, then left the old quarry... and I
doubt like hell that they were hunting for fossils!  But that's neither here
nor there!  You listening?"

      "Y-Yeah, sure, Lydia!  I'm hearing every word!" the red-faced police
officer obediently replied, his mean eyes vindictively glaring with the
thoughts of what he would do to the unthankful little cunt for this!  And
Blakely, the sonofabitch, he'd hang him in the bargain!

      "I know what you're thinking, but forget it!" the snapping voice of the
auburn-haired girl intuitively ordered.  "We're doing this my way, just as we
planned!  Understand?"

      "Right, right... your way, Lydia," Morgan quickly agreed, though his own
vengeful thoughts were far from forgotten.  "Just name the time..."

      "Tonight, if I can inveigle Jean Blakely out here to the ranch... and
unless I've lost my grip, you can count on it," Lydia advised, her words
reaching him in an almost serpentine hiss. "I'll call you back to verify
everything within an hour or so.  I want Mark Blakely's balls tacked right up
over my bed, Link, you undrerstand?"

      "Right... I know!  You can count on me!" Morgan answered in a
half-drunken, private viciousness of his own.

      "I better be able to!  Get the camera equipment ready, and don't
forget... the acid, eh?" she schemingly reminded.  "We'll catch the whole scene
on film, then select after... but remember, keep my face out of it, Buster!  Do
what ever you want with the rest of me."

      "Right," Link said, lustfully grinning at the prospective thought. "Don't
worry, Honey, they'll be pictorial gems..."

      "Okay, okay... I can just imagine what's going through that lecherous
brain of yours. You just sit there and think about it until I call you and
verify that it's on... and don't come out here staven drunk," the valley's
richest and most powerful bachelorette warned.  "Or I might just have two pair
of balls hanging over my bed!"

                                  *    *    *

      Steve was up for lunch, then away on his quest for story material,
leaving Jean and Carol to rattle uneasily around the small house.  Both girls
sensed the unwanted strain between them, but neither could put a finger on the
actual crux of the other's reasoning.  While Mark, who had come home shortly
before noon in a miserable, untalkative mood, slept in the guest-room, the once
inseparable girls attempted to patiently overcome the secretive barrier which
had pitted them against one another.  Though they both unwittingly shared the
identical, sensuous desire for Caesar's animal-affections, neither could openly
admit to it for what each felt were obvious, debasing reasons.  Instead, they
drank coffee, warmly fumbling through memories and people from times passed,
while their young female brains privily filled at every chance with thoughts
and reveries of their incredible dog-lover.

      Once, Jean in her flusterated jealousy, had been sorely tempted to come
right out with it!  She just had to know if her wild darling had come looking
for her last night!  But just as she was about to broach the question, the
telephone intervened, and Carol, dreadingly suspecting a prying interrogation
from her dearest friend, had welcomed the interruption with a sigh of relief.
In fact, while Jean talked, the raven-haired girl had risen from the couch and
poured herself a cognac from the cocktail table...

      "I... I don't know what you mean," Jean was saying into the phone, her
apparently troubled words reaching Carol as she recapped the bottle, then
tugged the hem of her sweater down over her slacks.  There was a tightness in
Jean's voice that her friend readily recognized, the latter returning to the
davenport as she listened intently, yet really not meaning to eavesdrop...

      "... About Mark, you say?  What about him, Miss Newell?  All right, then
Lydia, but we've never met... I see... Yes, it's quite obvious what you're
implying, but I don't think I'm inter... You're not being very nice!... Yes,
yes, she's the Chief of Police's niece... I don't believe it!... This... this
morning?... That doesn't mean that they!... Well... what time?... The A and B
on the Ranch Road, isn't it?... All right... what time, again?  Eight... Yes...
I promise, I won't tell a soul... but you better be damned well right, Miss
Newell!"

      Carol sipped at her cognac.  Something was definitely not right, and it
certainly had to do with Mark.  The expression on Jean's face as she recradled
the telephone would have portrayed that had she not overheard the one-sided
conversation. Ordinarily, Carol thought, she could and would put forth the
questioning probe; they had always been that close.  But after the thing both
of them had been carefully weathering all morning, how could she?

      Jean returned to the couch forcing a strained, pinched smile. "Lord, I'm
sorry, Carol, but I have an overlooked engagement this evening. These small
towns," she managed, nervously picking up her coffee-cup.  "If it isn't a
school thing, the local Woman's Club manages to get some fund raising program
going, and of course because of Mark's position, I'm always expected to
attend."

      "I understand, Dear," Carol sympathised.  "I just poured myself a cognac.
Would you like one?"

      "Yes... yes, I think I need something," Jean replied, her mind filled
with Lydia Newell's shocking conversation, though she didn't believe a word of
the girl's accusation concerning Mark and Annie Purcell that very morning!  But
what else had she meant by "choice information relative to your husband"?  God,
the wealthy girl's spiteful tone had actually unnerved her!

      That Mark had undoubtedly had some sort of love-life before their hasty
courtship and marriage came as no surprise to Jean, and it may well have been
with Lydia Newell... but little, teenaged Annie Purcell?  She couldn't believe
that...

      "Wh-What?  I'm sorry Carol, I wasn't listening," the young blonde wife
startledly responded.  "What did you say?"

      "I asked if you'd like some water with this cognac, Honey?"

      "No... no thank you... I'll pour it into my coffee," Jean said, leaning
forward and offering a smile.  "Coffee royale... I love them, don't you?"

      Slowly, Carol re-approached the couch, then lowered herself, adding the
cognac to Jean's coffee.  "Maybe... maybe, you'd like me to go along with you
tonight, Honey... you know, so that you can get away early..."

      "No!  No... That is, it's one of those personal invitation affairs,
Carol," Jean, with her forced little smile, advised. "I'm terribly sorry to
walk off on you like this, but I don't know what else I can do, Darling..."

      "I understand, Jean.  Don't worry about Steve and me.  We'll be here when
you get back," Carol assured, patting her friend's hand.  "Just... just don't
be too long."

      "Oh, I won't... I won't..."


                                  Caesar 15/18

                         Caesar Comes, And His Revenge
                                   Chapter 15

      Jean could cry.  Mark had left the house without a word to her.  She'd
wanted so much to discuss Lydia Newell's phone conversation with him, and
especially give him the opportunity to say something concerning Annie Purcell
that would clarify the auburn-haired girl's malicious intimations.  God knows,
it wasn't that she'd readily believe such vicious gossip, nor wanted in the
least to doubt his fidelity... but not even a word!  She'd never seen him so
close-mouthed, so guiltily ignoring her!

      The lovely, honey-blonde young wife could hardly believe it when he'd
slammed the bedroom door between them, his heavy footfalls pounding along the
hallway until the outside house-door closed and his patrol car started up! Dear
God, what would Carol and Steve think?  And then she remembered that she didn't
have to worry about them, they'd gone out for dinner.

      Well, she could be thankful for that, at least. The unexplainable shame
of their strained marriage after only two-months would be unbearable!  At
first, she'd felt certain that his embittered attitude had been because of her
uncontrollable, wanton orgy with Caesar, but after listening to Lydia Newell
and the way he had stormed out on her, she was no longer so sure.  Even so, and
regardless of what he'd done, didn't he realize that she would forgive him?
God, she loved him so much... but... but she loved her Caesar, too!

      Confused and nearly in tears, Jean dressed. She hardly knew what Lydia
Newell expected of her, forgetting whether she'd been invited to dinner or not.
Mark's actions had upset her so. Nevertheless, she had to go... had to know
more no matter how horrible it would be... and she dressed accordingly, the
striking Lydia Newell's emphatic statement constantly repeating itself in her
mind: "It's time you learned a few things about your handsome husband, Jean
darling... and don't tell a soul that you're coming here!"

      What else could she do but agree?  Nor had she broken her word.  Though
she couldn't quite understand the insistence for such sworn secrecy, Lydia's
emphasis of it had, and was, almost clamily intriguing her.  What more could
the wealthy girl add to what she'd already implied that demanded such a furtive
meeting? God... had she made some horrible mistake in marrying Mark... and even
if she had, what could she do?  She loved him so much... so much!

                                  *    *    *

      After she'd securely concealed Link Morgan in his strategic spot in her
bedroom clothes-closet, taken a long look at the harmless appearing little
sugar-cube on the serving tray, Lydia Newell entered the luxuriously furnished
front-room of their ranch house with an almost evil, lust-tugging smile playing
about her sensual mouth.  It had occurred to her that Jean Blakely did...
actually did!  The voluptuous blonde delight closely resembled her ex-roommate
at college... resembled her to a striking T!  And what erotic hours they had
spent together!  Of course, Ann had been made-to-order lesbian material from
her parental situation, but who was to say this gorgeous creature was any
different?  God, wouldn't that be an unexpected pleasure though!  Actually, the
tiniest leanings would be enough, regardless of whether she knowingly, or
unknowingly, acknowledged them; the acid, with proper suggestiveness, would
quickly bring them to the surface! Damn, it'd been a long time since she'd
enjoyed those intoxicating games, hadn't it?  The idea was more than slightly
invigorating, especially with it producing all the desired results she
vindictively sought.  One way or the other, she was going to have her "pound of
flesh" this night!

      The curvaceously shaped, auburn-haired girl in her braless, slack
ensemble, was in the act of mixing herself a drink when the front bell rang.
She smiled, placing the ice-cube filled glass onto the small bar and walked
toward the door, enjoyably performing the task of the servants she had
dismissed for the evening.

      "Well... hello, Jean... please come in?" she warmly greeted the
enthralling, shoulder-length, blonde-haired lovely in the black, mini-cocktail
dress, her raking green-eyes immediately dropping from the revealing cleavage
of smoothly firmed, white full breasts to the dark nylon-encased beauty of
perfectly rounded, lush thighs that tapered downward toward exotic calves and
enviable ankles.  "I didn't expect that you'd dress so... so enchantingly,
Dear.  You look absolutely stunning!"

      "W-Well... thank you," Jean, with widening eyes, replied, surprised at
the other's generous compliments.  "I wasn't sure whether you had mentioned
dinner or..."

      "Come in and have a drink, Darling," Lydia expertly trimmed her partially
asked question short, catching her arm with feminine gentleness and leading her
into the vast livingroom toward a couch.  "Here... sit down, Honey.  This is my
favorite nook... more intimate than the rest, I think.  What will you have?"

      "Oh... oh, anything..." Jean answered, carefully seating herself so that
her knees were chastely touching, her revealed legs and outer thighs demurely
at an angle.  She watched the gracefully striking young woman glide away to the
corner-bar.  It was difficult for her to believe that only hours before, her
hostess had almost knifingly insisted that this secret tete-a-tete be held.
Appraisingly, Jean let her smoke-blue eyes brush over the other's appealing
curves, noting the masculine broadness of shoulder and narrow waist.  But the
full, voluptuous contours of her rounded hips and buttocks in their silverish,
tight-fitting slacks, belied any male influence. And her ovaled, full sweeping
breasts, obviously unhampered by a bra according to their nipple-embossed flow
of movement, were those of a girl who would look as well without, as with
brazziere... and that was a rarity.

      "I prefer martinis this time of evening," Lydia was saying without
glancing back at her.  "And seeing you have no preference... An olive, or lemon
twist?"

      "Fine... either,"  Jean automatically responded, hardly knowing what she
was saying as she tried to reason the meaning behind it all. Nothing was
happening as she had anticipated.

      "I know you're quite up-tight about our phone-conversation," Lydia said
in a calculatedly disarming tone as she gracefully returned to the couch with
their drinks, smiling and handing one to Jean before she eased downward onto
the edge of the cushion. "I think such things are better done on a full
stomach, Jean dear... so let's have dinner first, just you and me, then talk."
With that, she confidently added an additional lie: "I prepared it myself...
orange duck, and not very good, I'm afraid, but at least, private... as this
little get-together should be."

      Jean sat forward, running her tiny tongue-tip over her lips nervously.
"Just... just what is this... this little get-together all about, Lydia?"

      Surprising Jean, the stunning aubum-haired girl lightly laughed, then
charmingly arose to her feet.  "Later, Darling... Now, why don't you give me a
hand in the kitchen?  There's only the two of us tonight.  Would you mind?"

      Totally overwhelmed by the other's captivating manner, Jean gained her
feet and took her drink, as did her hostess, into the elaborate kitchen,
readily helping with the dinner they carried to the dining table.  Finally,
they sat down at an intimate setting, eating scrumptiously, Jean thought, with
the proper wines, the light conversation doing nothing but putting her at ease,
and making her wonder if any of their intensive exchange on the telephone had
ever taken place.

      It wasn't until they were back in the livingroom over coffees and cognac,
still enjoying a pleasant mood, that she came to know different.

      "You'll want sugar, Darling," Lydia said.  "It's a very strong expresso."

      "All right, one... just one, thank you. Ordinarily, I don't use any,"
Jean replied with a smile.

      The emerald-eyed hostess began to stir with her tiny spoon as did her
guest, all of the mentally erotic imaginings Lydia had been patiently guiding
them toward about to culminate with her ruthless, lustful plans.  She could
hardly contain the lewd excitement bubbling within her sensuous young body.  In
keeping with the evening, she raised the demi-tasse cup and Jean responded,
daintily sipping.

      "So... at last we come to the reason for our little party, Jean dear,"
the aubum-haired girl breathed, leaning back against the davenport. "It's
always been my belief that when two women have shared a man, each owes a
certain honesty to the other regarding him.  Don't you think so?  I mean,
today, Darling, it's become a recognized fact by we girls the necessity of
banding together against the male beast, right?" She smiled warmly at her
voluptuous companion who was properly balancing her little saucer and tasting
from its miniature cup.

      To that point, the curvaceous blonde's intrigued blue-eyes had been like
innocent gems of concerned purity, Lydia evaluated, their almost virginal
expression feeding her licentiously building hunger.  You enticing little
bitch!  Your innocent, almost unfucked look is a bewitching fraud... but it's
going to make it all the more delightful!

      She watched the unhidable flicker of apprehension reveal itself in their
abrupt, uneased stare, but waited until the intoxicating creature perfunctorily
sipped the last drop from her cup.  Then, she said:

      "I'm sure you must've considered that Mark had a love-life before he met
you, Darling?"

      "O-Of course... he's not a child," Jean replied, a strange little tremor
rippling over her. "But I can't believe that was why you were so insistent that
I come here tonight... to discuss my husband's old love-life..."

      "Old?"  Lydia repeated the adjective with a smile.  "You sound very much
like a naive young wife, Jean.  His little affair with Annie Purcell in the old
quarry this morning doesn't sound like an 'old' love-life to me.  Of course, I
have no idea how long that's been going on!"

      "I don't believe it, Lydia!" Jean defended, the bite to her tone
automatic.

      "Well, that's commendable of you, Darling, but not very smart," Lydia
said, her avid green-eyes narrowing.  "Suppose I should tell you that I too,
have enjoyed his cock since you two have been married?  Would you believe
that?"

      Whether it was what she'd said, or her casual use of the lewd four-letter
word, Jean didn't know, but rather than the offended rage she should be
feeling, an unexplainable sensation bordering on the erotic had incredibly
fluttered through her!  Something was not right in her head, but God knows, she
couldn't reason what, nor why!  The room itself had suddenly taken on intense
hues, and the attractive face of the auburn-haired, green-eyed girl beside her
seemed to have assumed a wavering, vision-like quality!

      "... Yes, Jean darling... you see, I've known Mark a long, long time,"
Lydia began to confidingly half-whisper, moving closer to the lovely blonde
woman beside her.  "We used to fuck every day... but as you know by now, Mark's
not at his best when he's fucking.  I think eating cunt is probably his
foremost love-making talent, don't you... or hasn't he ever gotten down between
your thighs and licked your pussy?"

      Jean could only gape in overwhelming awe at the strikingly beautiful face
which seemed to be floating ever closer to her own, its lovely, sparkling lips
slowly moving to emit the incessant flow of lewd words and deeds which were
causing funny, butterfly-like sensations to increase inside her!

      "... I usually sucked him... I like to suck cocks, always and especially,
Mark's!" Lydia excitedly continued.  "It's so long and thick, isn't it, Jean
dear?  If only he could fuck you good with it.  I mean, his cock is bigger than
most I've had... but maybe you've done better, Darling.  Though, for me,
swallowing Mark's thick hardness right down into my throat was always heaven!
Even his cum tastes different... more masculine and hot than most... don't you
agree, Honey?"

      For a brief instant, Jean was aware of a desperation struggle taking
place in the dazing recesses of her brain, the unexpected tirade of lewd
verbiage and the obscene meaning behind it inciting a sensuous vacuum at the
pit of the young wife's softly rising and falling belly.  My God... wh-what was
happening to her?

      "Really, Darling..." Lydia's sultry voice danced around her ears and
simultaneously, across the room.  "Can you think of anything more fascinating
than that freckle on the under-end of our Mark's cock?  Can you now?"

      In aroused confusion, Jean stared at the provocative smile on the
vision's enravishing face, her mind uncontrollably picturing the tiny freckle
on the under-tip of her husband's penis at Lydia's suggestion!  Yes... yes, it
was fascinating, she thought, feeling the tiny cup and saucer being removed
from her hand, even as she subliminally fought against the lustful sensations
that were stealing all control from her!

      "... Wouldn't you love to have him fuck you good just once, Jeannie
doll?"  Lydia wantonly hissed.  "I mean, all the way, Darling... his thick cock
thrusting into your hot little pussy until you cum like a fountain... wouldn't
you Baby?"

      "Oooohhh... I... I... ooohhh Goddd!" Jean whimpered.

      "Yessss... I understand, Jeannie... you're getting all hot and wet up
between your legs," Lydia tauntingly breathed, gently reaching over to brush
her small hand along the young wife's nylon-covered, upper thigh.  "You know,
Darling, when I get this way I say all the dirty words I can think of... like
fuck, cunt and cocksuck!  Go ahead, Baby, say them... it'll make you feel
better!  Go ahead, don't be afraid!  Cum, shit, cunt!"

      "S-Suck... fuck... cock... cunt, jism!  Prick!  Asshole!" Jean began,
hesitantly, at first, her quivering voice rising in crescendo as the obscene
words began to burningly scream in her brain as if crying for release.  "Oh, my
cunt is on fire!  Yes... yes... Mark's big cock inside my pussy-hole... in my
mouth... anyplace!"

      "That's it, lovely baby, that's the way!" Lydia hotly rasped, smoothing
her hand up over Jean's round little belly toward her fully, rising and falling
breasts to tenderly caress and cup the rounded firmness of one, letting her
fingertips softly tease between the erogenous, naked white flesh of their
exposed cleft. "Now, Lover, just think of your own tingling cunt... the hot,
wet pussy between your legs... and mine... so moist and excited between my
legs... and the delicious feel of a tongue... my tongue seethingly licking your
tiny clitoris... and yours playing with mine!  Isn't that a beautifully
exciting thought, Jeannie baby?  Isn't it?"

      "Ooooohhh... I... I... what's happening to me.  L-Lydia?" Jean gaspingly
whimpered, brushing a hand over her forehead, the salacious question her vision
had lustfully put to her searing like a firebrand in her brain! Passionate
sensations of stimulating pleasure rippled through Jean at the feel of magic
hands sensitively playing over her still clothed, passion-incited young body!

      "Isn't it, Jean baby?  Can you imagine a more delectable thought then my
hot, wet tongue licking up into your pussy hair? Would you like that?"

      "Oooohhh... oohhhh yes... yesss... a tongue spreading my pussy hair and
licking my cunt split... and yours, Darling!" Jean uncontrollably gasped, her
own small hands beginning to caress and tease over the nylon encased roundness
of her smooth upper thighs.

      "Then let's do it, Jean darling!  Let's get all naked, then you can lie
back with your legs raised high and spread wide so that Lydia can lick it for
you!" the vindictive, auburn-haired girl vengefully implanted, her eyes a green
glow of lascivious triumph.

      "Please... please... now... I want to now, Lydia!" Jean writhingly
whimpered, her dress pushed up over the tops of her thighs, her slender fingers
attempting to worm inside the leg-band of her snug, nylon panties between her
now, wantonly spread legs.

      "Not here, Lover; we'll go into my bedroom where we can be cozy... and
it'll be even better than your husband, Mark, fucking you, won't it Baby?"
Lydia couldn't help but taunt.

      "Oh yes... God, yess... so much better... because I'll cum... I'll
cummmmm... and I have to cuummmm... my Godddd!"

      "Of course, you have to!" Lydia heatedly answered, rising to her feet and
drawing the honey-blonde young wife willingly upright. Abruptly, she grasped
the voluptuous, younger girl in a lesbianistic embrace, pressing Jean's softly
yielding curves tightly against her own as she lecherously smoothed her hungry
hands over the other's vivacious warmth.  "Kiss me, my little cunt!" Lydia
aggressively demanded and Jean did, opening her lush, tongue-moistened lips to
receive the other woman's ravishing tongue, while the ravisher's fervently
exploring hands eagerly worked their way beneath her mini-dress to stroke and
clutch at her resilient, wispy-pantied buttocks with unrestrained hunger!

                                  *    *    *

      It was not his uncanniness that led Caesar to the remote place where the
young female of the sheep lived.  He had lurked in the shadows of Crescent
Valley throughout the day, staying close to his golden-haired one's shelter
because he had not seen her the night before.  An uneasiness for her welfare
gnawed inside him, even though he had seen her sleeping beyond the glass
barrier. The she-human which his golden mate had provided for his fulfillment
had affectionately pleased him, but the fire-eyed-she was not his chosen
female!  Something, he instinctively sensed, was not right with his golden one,
and he remained close by to ascertain this.

      Not until the darkness came once more did he see her climb into a
speeding thing and rush away.  He had followed as best he could until the
vehicle that carried her was beyond the town-lights, and then from a hill he
had watched her direction, loping tirelessly along behind. When she reached the
quiet country and chose certain paths, he felt sure.  There was but one
singular shelter in that direction where humans were and she could go! She, of
the sheep!  He bounded leisurely over known ground, not surprised that his
golden one had reached the destination before him.

      With his stealthful, animal silence, Caesar moved in close, individually
examining the visual scenes beyond the windows.  One after the other, he
searched, until at last, he saw her... and there he tensed like an immobile
shadow to watch!

                                  *    *    *

      Jean felt as if she, too, were floating... but wanting to in her
erotically fevered excitement, sensually inflamed by the delicate touch of the
soft, yet aggressive mirage guiding her! They were going to intimately kiss and
tongue each other's aroused, moistened pussies!  She could almost feel the
beautiful auburn-haired girl's hot, wet tongue teasing her tiny, excitedly
jerking clitoris!  Oooohhh, she needed that... yessss, warm clitoral love...
yet... yet?

      "... Take off your clothes, Jean baby, strip naked for Lydia!"

      The curvaceous, honey-blonde young wife suddenly stood alone in the
center of the lavish bedroom, her alluring seducer backing away and lowly
lowering herself to the edge of the bed, salaciously watching as she stroked
her slender white hands upward along her ribcage and over the firm fullness of
her own rounded, braless breasts.

      God, what a voluptuous young venus she was, the enchanting bitch!  Lydia
Newell, thought smuggly.  Ann, her room-mate in college had been lovely, but
nothing to equal this heavenly built female!  Christ, it was luscious cunts the
likes of her who made woman's lib worth while!  Her own pussy had never been
any hotter or more wet from the excitement of anticipation!  She'd make the
lovely-titted bitch tongue and lick her pussy 'till she had cum a dozen times!
Then, Link Morgan waiting in the closet, could fuck the living shit out of her!

      Jean reached over her own shoulder and up behind her to lower the zipper
of her dress... then, something, an unexplainable something, stopped her.  Her
satin-skinned brow furrowed to the deeply inherent ideals vainly trying to
penetrate the drugged cocoon enveloping her dazed brain.  Somehow, she reasoned
that her upbringing had never condoned the wanton sexuality motivating her at
that moment.  She staggered slightly, brushing her hand over her face and
forehead, while the floating vision before her merely smiled, as if knowing and
pleased that she mentally suffered...

      "It's all right, Jean darling, you can undress now," Lydia
half-whispered.  "There's just you and me... and you want to spread your legs
wide and have your hot little cunt licked, remember... like you're going to
kiss and love Lydia's?"

      For a moment more, Jean hesitated, then: "Yes... yes... take off my
clothes and be naked... so we can lick and love each other!"

      "That's right, Baby, everything... everything!" the emerald-eyed girl
hissed, watching Mark Blakely's drug-influenced young wife slowly reveal her
breathtaking, naked charms, at last, stepping out of the sheer nylon of her
flimsy, black laced panties.  "Now... come here, lover." Lydia huskily ordered,
rising to meet her.  "You have to undress me!  You want to, don't you?"

      "Oh... oh yes... yes... I want to undress you, Lydia!" Jean chokingly
whispered, quickly moving to the statuesque, auburn-haired girl in her
sensually inciting nakedness which the young bachelorette couldn't endure for a
moment without exploring with lewd, eager hands.

      "Oh... oh!" she heard the young nakedly stripped blonde gasp as she
ardently performed her task to the tweaks and hardened-nipple pinches of
Lydia's lecherous fingers, the latter's brain racing with the maddening thought
of how lustfully beautiful it was going to be!  "Un-Undress you, Lydia
darling..." Jean was passionately whimpering. "Make you naked, like me!"

      "Yes... Baby... and kiss me all over my skin while you do it!"

      "Oooohhhh... kiss you all over... you're so soft and lovely... kiss you
all... all over... even... even your pussy!" Jean half-mumbled, gently removing
the girl's clothing as she stood there, the blonde, young wife kissing her neck
and shoulders, her erectly rounded, firm breasts and flat, white belly, then
kneeling before her to turn her about and kiss the emerald-eyed girl's ovaled,
full buttocks.  At last, with a hesitant insistancy, Jean swiveled her once
more, then moved her lovely face between the other's lewdly spread thighs to
place a warm, hungrily nuzzling kiss on her auburn, hair-fringed cunt-lips!

      "Uuuuunnnnnnggghhh!" Lydia Newell gaspingly groaned, drawing Jean upright
and lecherously clutching the smooth, white warmth of her blonde, naked
lovliness tightly against her, thrusting her merciless tongue into the younger
girl's mouth as she forced her backwards toward the bed!  "I'm going to devour
your luscious little cunt, you sweet bitch!  I'm going to lick your pussy-hole
until you scream for mercy!  Then, I'm going to tongue-fuck your beautiful
virginal asshole before I let you get between my legs and lick me!  And you're
going to suck and lick 'till I go out of my mind!  What do you think of that,
Jean Blakely?"

      "Oooohhhh... yessss... I want to... want to, Darling... until you go out
of your mind!" Jean resounded her words, completely entranced within the
drugged lethargy claiming her entire being.

      "Damn... you gorgeous bitch!" Lydia hissingly exclaimed, pressing her
down onto the bed and crawling between Jean's white, receptively spreading
thighs.  "Wider!  Spread your legs wider!" Lydia lewdly commanded. "Raise them
way up high and wide! Further!  That's it, as high and wide apart as you can so
your hot little cunt will split open for me!"

      Jean never hesitated, wanting to do whatever the beautiful, slightly
older woman demanded of her.  She drew her firmly shaped thighs up and back
until her knees pressed tightly down against the resilient mounds of her
desire-swollen breast, their tiny, hardened nipples tingling and burning to the
caress of her own legs.  The obscene position spread her vulnerable young loins
wide open to the aggressive, auburn-haired girl, Jean's golden curled,
pink-creviced cuntal-slit raised high and waiting before the naked Lydia
Newell's lesbian assault!

      Everything that the bi-sexed bachelorette had ever found salaciously
captivating in another girl... had ever experienced in the licking and sucking
of their young, sensuous cunts, was exemplified a thousand times in the
mesmerizing nakedness spread defenselessly before her!  God, this had to be the
ultimate... so much that the mere possessing of it, rather than the cumming,
might drive her mad!  It would never be enough!  Maybe, if she were a
died-in-the-wool lez, yes... but she was not!  Cocks and cunts, either as
erotically appealing to her as the other, had always haunted her sex-oriented
brain, but after this she wondered if she mightn't emerge with a one-track mind
and stay a lesbian the rest of her life!  Damn, this beautiful naked creature,
with her intoxicating young pussy helplessly offered up to her to do with as
she pleased, was breathtaking!  God no... she would never get enough of it...
never!

      Tauntingly, Lydia gazed down between Jean's openly spread thighs and
began teasing at the softness of her innocently exposed pussy, wild
fermentations churning in her own nakedly seething loins as she brushed one
finger through the blonde silken hair sparsely lining its puffy lips... the
outer, fleshy cunt-folds clinging snugly to each other with only the moistened,
pink ribbon of inner-flesh assuring of the hot, wet mouth they protected up
inside!  She lowered her eagerly smiling face, filling her nostrils with the
fragrancy of its perfumed aroma.  Her eyes were like a matched pair of
insatiable, fired gems!  To Lydia, it was suddenly as if the touching of it
with her mouth was going to unleash an overwhelmingly delicious plague of
lesbian desire she could never again be rid of... but she had to taste it...
and she did!

      Her hotly licking tongue in the beginning did little more than lightly
trace the pink, hair-lined crevice, wetly laving its silken curls with warm,
slackening moisture.  Intently, she tongue-combed the wispy blonde tufts, while
the delightedly drugged young wife of Mark Blakely beneath her moaned in
ever-mounting desire, squirming and gasping as she ardently waited for her
desire-flushed pussy lips to be spread apart and the smooth, moist flesh within
hungrily ravished!

      When it happened, Jean cried out!  In her intensely LSD-sensitized world,
she felt the hot, wet tongue burningly spraying through the secret flesh of her
lust-inflamed cunt!  She sensed the scraping, cat-like surface grazing the tiny
hole of her urethra, licking over the sensitive nerves within her opened
pussy-lips, and at last, its tip flicking hotly against and stroking the tiny
bud of her erectly throbbing clitoris.

      Again, the young blonde wife whimpered, but in a state of feverish
passion.  Voluntarily now, she ground her naked obscenely spread loins upward
toward the avid mouth engulfing them. At the same time, the smiling,
auburn-haired woman nuzzled her face tighter into the soft, liquid heat between
Jean's lewdly spread legs, mouth lips widely ovalled to cunt lips, engulfing it
all in a lewdly kissing suction motion!  The hot length of Lydia's wet tongue
darted in plunging stabs, licking ravenously, then sucking the tiny erectiled
flowerette of her clitoris until Jean could do little more than wail and twist
about helplessly beneath!


                                  Caesar 16/18

                         Caesar Comes, And His Revenge
                                   Chapter 16

      Link Morgan wasn't sure that he could take a hell of a lot more of this
sort of play without joining in!  He'd been stuck in the stifling closet for
too long, and on top of that he had a huge throbbing hard on!  Christ, who
wouldn't, watching a pair of luscious bitches eat cunt, even though the show
was still pretty lopsided!  Goddamn... if he dared, he'd charge out there and
bury his aching, stiff cock in one of them... but how the hell could he?  Lydia
was calling the shots.  Already, he'd taken an armful of pictures, though it
was Blakely's sweet-assed young wife he was supposed to catch eating pussy!
Jesus, why didn't Lydia switch the tables right now?  The little blonde bitch
was whimpering and ready for anything... unless, Lydia Newell had a thing for
cunt!

      Sonofabitch, he'd give a sawbuck for four-fingers of bourbon, the big man
inwardly groaned, wiping perspiration from his brow, then clutching at his
heavy, swollen cock inside his pants.  They were both too fucking much in their
soft, white nakedness, to say nothing of watching Lydia tongue and suck the
other's cunt, her face wetly buried in the hot, pink flesh between the other
doll's wide-spread thighs!  Shit, he couldn't stand much more of it! He'd never
laid eyes on a rounder, whiter, tighter looking ass than Blakely's wife... and
that was not taking anything from his little Annie's... which was probably
still warm and welted right at that moment!

      The red-faced, barrel chested police chief lecherously grinned to himself
as he thought about it.  He'd taken her right across his lap in the kitchen,
yanked up her mini-skirt and jerked the tiny nylon panties right off her, then
brutally spanked her naked, teenaged ass, vowing not to stop until she told him
everything!  At first, the way she'd kicked and screamed, he'd thought sure he
was going to have to quit, but he'd hung in there laying the meaty palm of his
big hand viciously against the naked flesh of her firm young ass-moons, until
they blushed with the splotches of blood-raised ridges just beneath their
satin-covered skin!  Then, the craziest goddamned thing... she'd spread her
legs and he could see the wetness beginning to tricle from her tight,
hair-fringed young cunt-lips!  Suddenly, she was humping her naked, rosy-red
ass up at his hand in a rhythmic, fucking motion to his every savage whap!

      "Oh... oh God... don't stop, Uncle Link... harder... harderrr!" she began
to wail like a fucking banshee!  "I... I'mmmmm cuuummmmiiinnnngggg!"

      Goddamn, he'd never seen anything like that!  His cock had railed out as
hard as a fence-post, about the same as it was right at that moment, only he
didn't have his masochistic little Annie here to suck it off like she had when
he'd finished spanking her ass!  All the same, he remembered, he'd found out
what he wanted to know from her.  She'd told him everything, how that frigging
pretentious deputy had tried to get smart with her... made a pass and got no
where.  The sonofabitch, he was no better than his old man!  But Annie'd
learned something useful... damned useful!  The luscious blonde bitch out
there, Blakeley's wife, had been fucking the wild mutt, Caesar, and regular!
Now, wasn't that something?

      Christ, he wanted a piece of her... a piece of Lydia Newell, too, when
the time was right, but right now a delicious chunk of Blakely's tight-assed
young wife!  She was the most luscious cunt the valley had ever seen!  Even
spanking Annie's tender, naked ass and having her blow him after, couldn't
equal sinking his throbbing cock all the way up to Jean Blakely's hot, little
belly! He just wished to hell she wasn't freaked out, so she'd know what was
happening to her... But this was the way Miss Newell wanted it, and she usually
got what sbe wanted... or else!  Though the manner in which she was eating the
blonde doll's pussy, it was beginning to look like an all night session!

      Morgan gaped voyeuristically through the small crack the slightly opened
door afforded, his lust-filled eyes fixed on Jean Blakeley's pink tightly
splayed cunt with Lydia Newell's mouth and tongue glued to it in their
cock-raising position.  He could see the wriggling, licking movements of his
young female cohort's little wet tongue working with lapping fury in the
glistening flushed crevice between Blakely's wife's hair-fringed little
cunt-lips!  Christ, how long was a man supposed to put up with that, he swore,
opening the front of his pants to unleash his huge, straining cock!  And then!

      "Now, Darling... it's your turn to make Lydia happy!" the naked,
auburn-haired bachelorette sensually whispered, raising back to her knees, her
lips, chin, and the tip of her small nose wetly shining in the lamp-light with
viscid moisture from the young blonde wife's cuntal secretions.

      "B-But... but, I have to cum... to cuumnumn!" Jean whimpered, smoothing
her own soft hands down over her flat, panting belly toward the fire-filled,
liquid hearth of her obscenely displayed loins, her passion-peaked body
squirming lewdly in its curvacous nakedness.

      "Later, Baby... after you've licked and sucked Lydia's cunt," the
emerald-eyed girl soothed, leaning forward to catch the other's hands and
gently, but firmly contain them. "Don't you want to make Lydia happy, too,
Lover?"

      "Y-Yes... yes, of course... I want to make Lydia happy..." Jean gasped,
her mind racing blindly in her confused, drugged arousal.

      "Then... come and kiss my pussy, Darling," the statuesque bacherlorette
urged in her sultry voice, moving up beside the other and lying back onto the
pillow.  "Get down on your knees between my legs, as I did to you.  Later, I'll
turn around on top of you and we'll both lick and suck each other at the same
time, until we cum together..."

      Slowly, Jean lowered her trembling legs, something rebelling within her
as she began to raise herself into an upright position. Even through the dense
haze befogging her heavily drugged brain, inbred moralistic principles again
attempted to break through the spaced-out web engulfing her.  She shook her
head as if to clarify the confusion inside it, and Lydia Newell said:

      "Don't be afraid, Baby.  You'll love it... or have you ever licked pussy
before?"

      "No... no, never..."

      "Well... there's always a first time for everything, Darling.  Don't be
frightened... come on, get down between my legs.  See how tempting it looks,
all wet and pink just waiting for you to love it, Baby!  Hurry... don't keep
Lydia waiting... she needs your hot little tongue there!"

      "Yeessss... yesss... I know!" Jean heard herself say, the frantic force
of her unfulfilled desire pitted against the credo of upbringing creating havoc
inside her.  Again, she shook her blonde-head, her long silken hair wildly
flailing around her white, naked shoulders as she sensed the burning excitement
of wantonness taking complete command over her... but with it came delicious
memory waves of Mark... of Caesar!  Her... her wonderful animal-lover would do
it for her!  She sat for a moment in her exquisitely feeling naked, staring at
the vivacious girl who lie back before her, the open, invitational spread of
Lydia's shapely white thighs, and the passion inciting sight of her open,
hair-encircled vaginal mouth skyrocketing wilder sensations of desire through
her.

      Jean stared in fascination up between Lydia Newell's wide held legs, at
her moistened cuntal-slit and the visual enchantment of her tiny, puckered
anus!  Licking sensual flames whipped through the blonde, young wife!  Yes...
yes... Caesar... she needed her darling Caesar to bring her ecstatic joy!

      "Now, Baby, now!" Lydia sharply commanded, suddenly realizing that the
whole scene was taking a wrong twist!  "Remember Lydia, sweet lover?  You
promised to kiss her pussy... promised!"

      "L-Lydia?" Jean repeated, staring and loving the sight of the beautiful
girl enticingly presented before her... yet, yet?  "Y-Yes Lydia, you're so
lovely... but I have to go now... have to go!"

      The auburn-haired girl felt her mouth falling open!  She'd heard the
other's words, but couldn't quite believe them!  Then, an enraging thought
dawned!  That stupid sonofabitch, Morgan, had made the dose too gentle!  Some
trip!  Goddamn him!  She lowered her legs and jerked upright to a sitting
position. "Listen... you don't want to go home, Jeannie baby!  Mark is... is
very busy!"

      "No... no... I have to leave now, Lydia..." Jean almost blankly insisted,
easing off the bed.  "Mark... Caes..."

      "You-You stupid cunt!" Lydia spat, not waiting for her to finish her
statement. "Goddamn you!  Link!  Link... where in hell are you?"

      "Right here, right here, Lydia!" the big man responded, bursting from the
closet.  "What you want, Honey?"

      "Fuck the shit out of the little bitch!  Fuck her!" the blazing,
emerald-eyed girl snarled. "She doesn't get out of here tonight until I'm
through with her!"

      "Sure, sure!" Morgan grinningly blurred, his lurid smirk spreading his
unshaven mouth as he began to puff at his clothing. "You want I should fuck her
now?"

      "Like a goddamned animal... no mercy!" the auburn-haired girl
vindictively ordered in her aroused nakedness.  "Fuck her from behind,
dog-fashion, while I lay here beneath and watch!  And get the camera!  The
bitch!  Fuck her like a whore-dog!"

      "I doubt it'll be any surprise to this sweet bitch," Morgan gutturally
spewed, hustling for his camera and handing it to the naked, angry girl on the
bed who was reassuming her obscene, leg-raised position.  "That goddamned wild
bastard, Caesar, has been fucking her right along!"

      "I don't care about that... just fuck her like a goddamn she-dog from
behind!" Lydia hissed, her young brain swimming in denied rage.  "Push her face
up over my cunt and give it to her! "She's going to eat this girl's pussy and
go out of her mind doing it!"

                                *    *    *

      A deep growl of raging anger filled the massive throat of the wild dog
watching through the sheet of glass separating him from his golden one.
Uneasily, he lowered himself and padded back and forth, then, caught forepaws
onto the windowsill once more.  His glowing, amber-eyes fixed on the now,
uncovered brute-man who was forcing his yellow-haired, clotheless mate back
onto the sleeping place where she-of-the-sheep lay back with her white legs
raised and open, her moistened, black-framed female split thrust upward, as if
waiting!

      Vocal sounds, harshly toned, reached Caesar's keen ears and he saw that
they came from the bitter-eyed female who lay back prone and waiting, then the
brute-man responded, but his golden mate made no sound... nor did she seem to
struggle, for her eyes were dimmed and uncertain.  Fierce resentment filled his
animal body, yet the shelter with its glass barriers shielded them from him! He
could do nothing but watch... and wait for the moment of his vengeance!

                                  *    *    *

      Link Morgan's sudden appearance in Lydia Newell's bedroom struck Jean as
being a strange phenomenon, but in her drugged state it meant little to her.
Even her exposed nakedness before him raised no sense of embarrassment or
shame; only his big hands suddenly gripping hold of her arms and detaining her
from leaving caused a wave of frustration to wash through her sensuously
trembling belly.  She had to get to her Caesar... to have his wonderful cock
plunging up into the raging, desire-throbbing hole between her legs!  Why
didn't Morgan... Lydia, understand?

      "No... no please... I have to leave now!  He... he'll be coming to my
window soon to make beautiful love to me!" Jean confusedly pleaded as Link
pressed her nakedly stripped body back onto the bed. "Please... don't you see?"

      "Sure, bitch, I see, all right!" Morgan gutturally rasped, the feel of
her warm, soft flesh to his hands making his throbbing cock jerk excitedly in
its naked, poling hardness.  "On your hands and knees, Baby... that's right,
move right up between Miss Newell's legs," he lecherously ordered, kneeing onto
the bed behind her and lewdly grabbing onto his long, thick shaft of
blood-swollen flesh, unable to take his eyes off the sensuously rounded curves
of the youthful nakedness bent helplessly down before him!

      "Now, that's better, Lover!" Lydia half-whispered, reaching down between
her drawn back legs to brush Jean's long, blonde hair away from her
disconcerted face. "Remember your promise, Baby, to lick and love Lydia's
pussy?"

      "Yes... yessss... but I have  to cum... don't you see... and he'll be
looking for me?" Jean whimpered, her smoke-blue eyes growing wet with
threatening tears.

      "She's talking about that fucking wild mutt!" Morgan lewdly enlightened.
"Don't you get it? Like I said, she's been screwing the brute right along!  The
goddamn acid is acting like a truth serum on her!"

      "Please... please, I have to go now, Lydia!" Jean insisted. "H-He'll be
looking for me... and I need him so bad tonight!"

      "Who'll be looking for you?" the green-eyed, obscenely positioned girl,
questioned, the full realization of what Morgan had been trying to say
registering at last to further spur her burning desire.  "Who, Baby?"

      "M-My darling... C-Caesar... he'll come to my window and... and I won't
be there!" Jean innocently whimpered.  "And... and I need him so much tonight!"

      "Does he... he fuck you good?  Does he, Darling?" Lydia hissingly
questioned, her overhwhelming lust at the exotic blonde-wife's beastial
revelation maddeningly exciting her. "Tell me, does he, Jean... and is his
animal-cock big?"

      "Oh... oh yes, he fucks me so wonderfully... and... and his cock is so
long and thick and hard!"

      "Jesus Christ!" the police chief vulgarly swore in his own aroused
grossness, gaping down at the full resilience of Jean's rounded, white
ass-cheeks spread intoxicatingly before him!  The thin hairless crevice
dividing them was as smooth as creamy velvet, the tiny recessed hole of her
small puckered anus placed delicately to compliment the lower bridge of
shimmering, pink flesh gleaming moistly between the soft, hair-fringed lips of
her blonde young cunt!  The goddamned mind-bending bitch!  To think that a wild
dog had been fucking and cumming up into that delectable little pussy of hers!

      "Turn your head and look behind you, Jean baby!" Lydia hissed, her voice
almost deserting her in her feverish salacity. "Do it... look at Link's cock!
Is Caesar's bigger?  Could his dog-prick bring you any more joy than that?
Could it?"

      Obediently, Jean looked behind her while Link Morgan raised up for her to
see the huge length of his long, thick hardness. Obscenely, he began to stroke
it, working the heavy foreskin back and forth over its wet and fiery-hued head,
his unshaven face widening in a hungry leer of lewd anticipation.

      "Oh... oohhh... Jean openly gasped out at the sight of the huge throbbing
length of hardened cock flesh, her drug-glazed mind unaware of all reality
except the sensual pleasure it could bring her.  Fascinated, she watched the
hairy barrel-chested man stroke its thick outer layer of skin back and forth,
time and again exposing the heavy, tiny-slitted head to her in its moistened,
pulsating rigidity.  Again, she moaned, then uncontrollably reached down under
her nakedly kneeling body, between her fully spread thighs to grasp at it with
her small, slender hands.

      "That's right, Darling!" Lydia excitedly pressed as Link Morgan blurted
out an obscene curse at the contact of Mark Blakely's wife's hungrily searching
hands with his aching cock. "A bird in the hand... isn't that right, Jean
baby?" Lydia philosophically urged, suddenly conscious of her own forefinger
lewdly dipping into the liquid heat of her inflamed cunt.  "Put it into you,
Jean lover!  Put Link's big cock into your hot pussy so that you can cum... and
we'll all suck and fuck together!"

      "Ouuhhh... oummhhhh..." the young, drugged wife moaned as she clutched
eagerly at Morgan's huge, hardened penis, the insane expectancy in her
drug-incited young body completely blinding her to all else but sensually
physical fulfillment!

      Ooooohhhh!  She inwardly unleashed in pleasurable, hesitant breaths to
the actual contact of his hot cock-head with her electrified pussy!  Whimpering
uncontrollably, Jean clung to the thick length of hardened flesh with little
hands that couldn't encircle it, fervidly working the wet, pulsating tip up and
down through her hot, wet vaginal crevice until she'd spread wide the softness
of her pubic curls and seated it at her greedily clenching cuntal mouth!  Then,
she began to grind and twist her hips and buttocks almost hysterically back at
it!

      "Fuck!" Link Morgan foully blurted, the delicious bitch's wanton
performance nearly triggering the cum up out of his balls! Christ, he'd never
expect to see anything like it again!  He gaped down at his pulsing cock-head
with its purple tip nuzzled into the tight, wet mouth of her visibly, nibbling
vagina where she'd placed it, the girth of its moistened head spreading her
tightly fleshed little cunt-lips until they encircled it like a golden-furred
collar!

      "Give it to her, Morgan... damn it!  Fuck her!" Lydia impatiently
exclaimed, putting the camera to use between her own obscenely lifted legs to
catch the lascivious, uncontrollable, expressions on the young blonde wife's
passion-twisted face. Carefully, Lydia enframed the lewdly positioned Jean in
all her voluptuous nakedness within the lens's scope, including the vital parts
of Morgan, excepting his head.  "You hear me?  Fuck her... fuck her!"

      "Oh God, yes!  Fuck me!" Jean pathetically moaned.  "Please, shove it up
my cunt before I go mad!"

      But the lecherous glowering police chief was caught up in a lust-filled,
viewing world of his own, hardly hearing either of their pleas or commands. The
mind-bending sight of his number one enemy's innocent young wife's upthrusted,
rounded white-ass-cheeks spread lushly open to him as she wriggled them back
rapidly toward his blood-hammering cock was sending violent stabs of aching
pleasure ripping through his loins and sperm-bloated balls!  Shit, he intended
to wring the last whit of lewd depravity he could from this scene... from this
sweet, delectable little bitch, bent slave-like before him... from Mark
Blakely's naked-assed wife, who fucked dogs and was begging like a street slut
for his aching, over-swollen prick!

      He ignored Lydia Newell's rasping order and Jean's passionately
undulating pleas, reveling in his own time-consuming lust.  Tormentingly, he
eased his powerful hips forward, watching the hugeness of his fiery cock-head
slowly stretch the viscid, ovaled mouth of her snug, pink cunt-hole, its
surrounding soft flesh yielding and swelling outward to the thick, rubbery pole
worming it's way up inside her!  She gasped aloud once more, but suddenly her
desperate writhings stopped, as if his stretching penetration of her greedy
little vaginal mouth had been more than she bargained for!

      That realization alone, that he was hurting her, was enough to set the
barrel-chested man off!  He growled out an oath as he brutally clutched at the
satin-smooth flesh of her upper thighs and hips.  Simultaneously, he spread her
knees farther apart with his own, wedging his pelvis in tighter behind her
upraised buttocks, and then, cruelly jerking her naked, defenseless body
backward with his hands, he thrust forward with a buttock-flattening lunge!

      Like a spearing arrow shot from a cross-bow, Morgan felt his long, thick
cock race up into the futilely resisting channel between Jean Blakely's
wide-spread thighs, plowing and expanding the hot, frantically clutching flesh
in a deep, merciless impalement!  He heard the breath explode from her lungs as
his powerful hips and pelvis flattened her soft, smooth ass-cheeks up into her
hip bones, her grasping, cuntal passage spasming as might a choking throat
stuffed full with the huge burgeoning shaft of his heavily spearing cock!

      "Ohhh... auugghhhh... m-myyy Gooodddd!" Jean brayed in lurching,
wide-eyed shock, the unexpected force and pain of his cruel, massive entry
rending the drugged veil to register agonizingly in her brain!  "Oooohhh...
you've ripped me wide open!  Ooohhh... God... you've torn me open inside!"

      Morgan couldn't resist his obscene grunt of lecherous pleasure as he held
tight to her frenziedly squirming young hips, nakedly trying to twist its way
off his piercing hard prick nudging at the very underside of her helplessly
cringing belly! "You wanted it shoved up your tight little cunt, Baby... and
that's what you've got!" he mercilessly rasped, beginning to heedlessly fuck in
and out of her from behind, his eyes locked salaciously on the sight of the
moistened pink inner-flesh of her wide-split vagina clinging to his aching
hardness when he pulled it wetly out of her and plunged back up inside again.

      "Oh God!  Oh God... Oooohhhh!" Jean cried again, while Lydia watched in
lust-charged fascination through the white columned frame of her obscenely
raised and spread legs, torn between the snapping of pictures and the fingering
of her own burning, wet cunt. Excitedly she divided her time, triggering the
camera lens to catch such scenes as the naked blonde wife's wildly flailing
hair and tossing head, then, unrestrainable caressing her own quivering erect
clitoris to the erotic sight of Jean's whitely hanging breasts, quaking and
dancing in lewd rhythm to Link Morgan's jarring thrusts fucking into her from
behind!

      The immediate pain, like too-hot bath water, quickly mellowed into a
soothing balm of pleasure-bringing rapture to Jean in her drug induced passion,
her inflamed cuntal channel eagerly dilating and acclimating to the long, thick
cock fucking fiercely in and out of it. Nothing mattered except the climactic
release to the sensual buildup of ecstasy maddeningly pyramiding in her
intensively screaming loins and fire-filled belly!  To cum! Oh God... Yessssss,
to cum!

      Her brain swam in a whirlpool of inconceivable, licentious wantonness.
Oooohhhh... he's fucking me so beautifully! she lustfully thought, vehemently
feeling the rubbery, mushroomed head of his heavily pulsating cock grazing, and
erotically tormenting, her uterus as it taunted and buffeted hard up against
the underside of her quivering belly deep up inside... She sensed his
cum-bloated balls slapping heavily against the tiny bud of her erectly tingling
clitoris below with every thrust... and then, by accident, she saw their
reflection in the vanity mirror, the wildly erotic reflection of his hard,
glistening penis disappearing and reappearing wetly up between her own white,
lewdly offered ass cheeks raising a low gasping sound of sheer lust from her!

      Lydia recognized it and took advantage, reaching for Jean's flailing
strands of honey-blonde hair on either side of her lovely, drugged face. "Here,
Darling!" she pressed, gently entwining her hands to draw Mark Blakely's naked
kneeling wife's face down between her wide-spread thighs toward her wet,
seething loins.  "Lydia's pussy, remember?  You were going to kiss and lick
Lydia's cunt!  It'll help you cum, Baby... go ahead... lick and suck it!  Make
love to Lydia's cunt, like you said all the filthy words... cock, cunt, fuck...
go ahead, Jean, baby!"

      "Oh... oh yes... yesss!" the curvaceous blonde girl whimpered in her
drug-enchanted nakedness as the huge police chief's cock fucked mercilessly
into her hotly sucking pussy-hole from behind.  Insane sensations of lustful
intoxication raced into and burst inside her!  Obscene words again screamed for
release in her brain, while simultaneously she gaped with widened, if glazed,
eyes at Lydia Newell's glistening pink cunt!  "Oh... ooohhh... fuck!...
cock!... cunt!... suck!... jism!... cum!... yes... cum...

      "Uuuuuunnnnnggghhhh!" the auburn-haired girl grunted and writhed as Jean
suddenly groaned in wild abandon and immersed her face into the fluid, pink
crevice of her upthrusted loins, the honey-blonde, young wife's eager tongue
darting like a frightened lizzard deep up into her wetly seething vagina!
"Oooohhh God... yesss, Jean, yessss!"  Oh God almighty!  She had been right!
She would never get enough of this breathtaking creature!  Her tiny tongue was
like a licking flame against the sensitively reaching walls of her cunt!  And
then she was licking her clitoris! Brushing and caressing the erect little bud
with sweeping, knowing strokes that were just about to drive her fucking crazy!

      "The camera!  The camera!" Link Morgan, windedly choked out. "Get a
picture of that!"

      And she did, that and several more, wondering how many would be blurred,
and if she'd give a damn if they were?  But then, something else happened! Her
screaming loins triggered their first signal to her brain as she watched with
raised head, Jean's wild, uninhibited tonguing of her clitoris!

      "Oh... oohhh, Baby... Lydia's going to cum!  Please don't stop!  I... I'm
cuuummmmmniiiinnnggg!"

      Furiously, the blonde young wife licked and slavered between her thighs,
the other's passionate cries of ecstasy all Jean needed to know of the
intensity of the emerald-eyed girl's ecstatic moment!  She tasted the sudden
liquid release of Lydia's cuntal secretions as her luscious naked body jerked
and trembled beneath the sensuous laving of her feverishly working tongue, that
intricate explosion of her feminine juices abruptly pushing her own moment of
climax to the crest!

      "Oh, shit, fuck!" Morgan's vulgar voice exclaimed behind her. "I-I... me
too, Lydia!  It's... it's cummmmiiinnnggg... Jesus Christ, it isssss!"

      Jean sensed the huge man's urgent thrusts and eagerly and shamelessly
ground her nakedly trembling buttocks back at his raging cock pounding into
her, the resounding, rhythmic smack of his cum-filled balls down against her
own tiny screaming clitoris causing her eyes to gape unseeingly in the mounting
passion of her own wildly rising moment of orgasm!  It swept over her as she
hungrily licked and sucked at the wailing Lydia's insanely undulating cunt...
at the insane thrusting of her own fire-inflamed young ass cheeks back onto
Link Morgan's heavily plunging cock!

      And then... then, all was culminated deep in her own crazily contracting
belly and maddeningly driving loins, a shattering of universes colliding in
unimmaginable ecstasy throughout her nakedly jerking body... while, she... like
the very central sun, brought them all fulfilling joy, her belly filling and
almost bursting with the wetly hosing sperm of the heavily grunting man fucking
into her from behind... and then, collapsed as the last of her explosively
flowing cunt juices backlashed out the tightly locked lips of her vagina and
she fell away from both of them, while the fierce wild animal who had seen it
all, walked in raging circles outside beyond the barring window!


                                  Caesar 17/18

                         Caesar Comes, And His Revenge
                                   Chapter 17

      "How is she?" Mark Blakely questioned, barging through his front
door-way, only to be stopped by Steve Foster and Doc Emory, both immediately
launching from their places on the couch to confront the big, young deputy
sheriff.

      "Easy, boy, easy..." his red-bearded writer-friend stepped in front of
him with engulfing arms.

      "She's okay, Mark... resting comfortably right now," Doc Emory added,
coming close to put a hand on the younger man's broad shoulder.

      "Wh-What the hell happened?" the obviously tired, young law official
asked, looking from one face to the other.  "I was all the way over in Spencer
County at the sheriff's office for Christ's sake... when I should've been here!
What the hell happened, anyway?"

      "Easy, man, will you?" Steve pressed.  "Cut your voice down; she's trying
to sleep..." Warmly, the slender magazine writer clapped his friend on the arm.
"It's okay, boy... she's all right... no need to get up-tight... just a little
accident..."

      "How?  What?" Mark insisted.

      "It seems that her car went into the ditch just outside of town, Mark,"
Doc Emory replied in his always calm voice.  "She struck her head against the
windshield... suffered a mild concussion with contusions, but nothing to be
alarmed about..."

      "Outside of town?" Mark confusedly repeated.  "What the devil was she
doing? Where'd she been?"

      "No one seems to know that yet, Mark," Steve quickly put in. "A
ranch-hand on his way to town came across her car in the ditch. She was
semi-conscious and mumbling incoherently..."

      "The shock," Doc Emory hastened to add, throwing Steve Foster a glaring
expression. "Frankly, Mark, the only damage is a badly rumpled fender on your
car..."

      "To hell with the car!  I want to see Jean!" Mark exclaimed, attempting
to move around them, but not too successfully.

      "Hold it, big man!" Steve barred, edging his friend off. "Carol's in
there with her now nursing her away to dreamland.  You go barging in and she's
apt to go right off the deep end again!"

      "What the hell you talking about, the deep end?" Mark replied, his eyes
widening.

      "Shut up, will you, Foster!" Doc Emory calmly intervened. "Of course you
can see her, Mark.  She's been asking for you. It'll help her to get some rest.
But wait... understand that she's not quite herself... that blow to her
forehead mixed her up a little and she mightn't make sense..."

      Mark nodded, a tightness clutching at his gut. Jesus Christ, his Jeannie
hurt... and what had he been doing but undermining everything they'd dreamed
of!  He ought to have his balls lobbed off!  "I... I'll go easy, Doc...
promise!"

      The little man nodded and smiled.  "Go ahead... quietly, Mark..."

      He did, almost silently opening the door to see his Jeannie beneath the
covers in the bed and Carol lying fully clothed on top of them beside her,
holding his wife's hand.  The latter saw him and smiled, half-raising up to
place a shushing finger across her lips, but the blonde-haired girl stirred to
the intrusion, opening her glazed, smokey blue-eyes to search emptily about the
room.

      Something struck Mark at the very core of him in the manner of their wide
vacancy.  He saw the ugly swolleness on her forehead and tried to tie the two
together, but intensive police training couldn't be denied.  He moved forward
to the bed-side and said:

      "Hello, Baby... it's Mark.  How are you, Doll?  Feel better?"

      "Ooohhh... Mark... darling... you've come!" she managed, looking
elsewhere and never seeing him.  "Feel better... feel better, Doll... yesss,
Baby feels better... feels fine... everything's fine... fine!"

      The young deputy could only stare down at his young, blonde wife whom
Carol was gently trying to console.  He gaped at the rolling action of his
wife's eye-balls flashing whitely at him as he stood there in knowledgable
agony, growing rage beginning to seethe inside him.  How often had he seen that
sympton in the academy at L.A.!

      "She's been drugged!" Mark blurted, re-entering the living room where Doc
Emory and Steve Foster sipped bourbon over ice. "Jesus Christ, you ought to be
able to see that, Doc!"

      "I can't be as sure of that as you can, Mark," the small-framed physician
said, setting his drink on a table and brushing at his widening brow. "But
then, I'm only a doctor."

      "Shit!  I've seen the same symptoms with acid-freaks a dozen times!" Mark
spat, brushing Steve's hand away.  "A dozen times, I tell you, Doc!"

      "Like I said, Mark... I'm only a doctor!" the smaller man emphatically
implied.  "That a concussion could, and often does, produce the same effects,
is merely a hypothetical diagnosis. You may well be right... but until I know
different, I'll treat her from a medical standpoint according to the best of my
ability! Without hospital facilities, and taking into foremost consideration
her accident, I must conclude that she's suffering a concussion. Nothing that
won't pass with a few days rest, I'm sure... But, if you want to take her to
Spencer, we can run the necessary tests to be certain.  Again Mark, you may
well be right... God, I don't know anything, anymore!"

      For a long moment, Mark stood there, staring almost unseeingly at the
small, slender physician who had been one of his closest friends in Crescent
Valley.  He even read the distraught confusion in the noble little man's face.
Peripherally, he saw Steve empty his glass and walk to refill it; he suddenly
said: "Pour me one, too, buddy... I think I need it."  Then, half forcing his
smile toward Doc Emory: "I-I guess your word's still good enough for me, Doc.
What the hell, didn't you save Birt Small's mule last week after the vet gave
it up for glue?"

      There was a tense moment before the releasing laughter; then the three
men clutched their glasses in toast... yet none felt the warmth of Steve's
pledge.

      "Happy days!" the red-bearded writer extoled.

                                  *    *    *

      Though Jean had been helpless, she had never for a moment been
unconscious.  Her mind still wandered in unfeasible patches of incoherent
happenings and exciting lust, her loins and belly ever churning with an
underlying of sensual stimulation that seemed to be gnawingly insatiable.  They
had taken her, she vaguely remembered, and placed her in her car... Morgan
driving it a long ways before he stopped and got out, pressing her over beneath
the steering wheel... and then, with a tremendous jolt, it had all happened!

      She lay now in the security of her own bed... Mark's bed, with Carol
beside her, and the sun showing through her window. Was all of that last night?
She thought it was... yes, it had to be, because Doc Emory had come, and later,
Mark!  Now, Carol undressed beneath the covers with her!

      Last night, when she'd gone to Lydia Newell's... they had each... each...
loved one another... like lesbians... she had... had put her tongue in the
young auburn-haired woman's pussy! God!  Link Morgan had fucked her!  His huge,
bull-like cock had savagily ravished and cum like an elephant up in her still
tingling pussy!  Oh... oh she was so hot, even now!  Mark would kill him...
kill her, if he ever knew!  That's why they'd put her in her car to let it roll
in the ditch!  God, she had to use her head... not let anyone know...
especially, Mark!  He might do something horrible if he ever knew the truth!
She couldn't let anyone know... anyone!

      "Are you awake, Darling?" Carol's voice came in a gentle whisper, the
slight movement of her girlfriend's body behind her as it turned toward her,
widening Jean's thought-filled eyes.

      "Yes... I'm awake."

      "How do you feel, Baby?"

      "Good... fine.  I feel real splendid!" Jean replied, smoothing her hand
down over her flat little belly and noting for the first time that she was
wearing her green, shortie nightie. Who had done that?  Carol?  Had she
undressed her... seen her naked?  Of course, she had, who else?  God... had the
sight of her naked body thrilled her best friend?  She had a pretty, white body
and she knew it!  Her breasts were round and full, firmly pointed with their
tiny nipples!  And her waist was slender...

      "What would you like for breakfast, Dear?"

      "Wh-What... for breakfast?  Oh, I don't know," Jean answered, rolling
onto her back so that the length of her warm body crowded that of her very best
friend.  Dear God, she was hot... hot... unbelievably hot!  But... but why? She
had never known these sensations before with the nearness of a girl!  With a
man... with Mark, perhaps, but another girl? Yet, she felt them strongly within
her... the actual urge to roll toward Carol and caress her breasts! "You
decide... I'll love whatever you want!" Jean exclaimed, as if she were
unfolding some forbidden secret.

      "All right!" Carol answered, suddenly swiveling from the bed and grabbing
her wrapper.  "I'll fix us french toast with maple syrup!"

      Feverishly, Jean looked up at her, eyes fixed on Carol's young thrusting
breasts erotically swaying until the wrapper hid them, the excitement in her
belly and loins causing her to twitch nervously, until finally she put her
hands over her eyes!

      "Are you all right, Baby?" Carol questioned in an almost hushed voice.

      "Y-Yes... I'm fine."

      "Are... are you sure, Doll?"

      "Of course... of course, I'm sure!" Jean emphatically replied, rolling
onto her side, again caressing the warm flatness of her softly trembling belly
beneath the covers.  "Go ahead... I'm waiting for that french toast..." she
added sensually brushing her hand down between her hot, smooth thighs to gently
stroke over the warmly curling pubic mound between her legs.  She hardly heard
Carol leave as she extended her middle finger and drew it up through the wet,
sensitive flesh of her excited young cuntal slit.  God... what had happened to
her?  She had never loved her pussy so much... nor been so possessed with sexy
thoughts and desires!  Something weirdly sensual had happened to her body
chemistry, but dear God, she had no idea of what nor how! Then, it occurred to
her that she seemed to be able to think more clearly now than she had the night
before at Lydia Newell's.  She tried to recall what her feelings had been
before she had gone there, but it was difficult to remember... though it seemed
that she had been normal enough, with none of this eroticism that was so
tormenting her now down between her thighs...

      My God, was it possible that Lydia... or both of them, had done something
to her... that unaware, she had innocently been drugged?  Good Lord!  Wh-What
else could it be?

      The gentle opening of the bedroom door gave Jean ample opportunity to
jerk her softly caressing fingers from between her warm vibrant thighs, which
she sensed to be still moist and sticky from Link Morgan's flood of hot sperm
up into her from behind hours before.  It was Mark, peeking in to see if she
were awake before entering.

      "C-Come in, Darling," Jean hesitantly invited in a purposed, feeble
voice, pretending-weakness from the blow to her forehead being the only
sanctuary she could think of to avoid the questions he was bound to ask.

      "How are you, Baby?  Feel better this morning?" he probed, moving to the
edge of the bed and lowering onto it.

      "A-A little," she replied, offering him a thin smile.  God, he was so
handsome in his uniform... and she loved him so much. "H-Have you had your
breakfast?"

      He nodded.  "I stopped at the Inn."

      "You look so tired, Darling," she said, reaching out to cover his large,
broad hand with her small, soft one.  "W-Was there any trouble last night
from... from?"

      Mark shook his head before she had finished her question, knowing that
she was referring to Caesar and his damned wild-pack, her concern irately
edging him.  He brushed his hand over his forehead, wishing to Christ he could
get eight solid hours of dead sleep.  Maybe he could be more rational then,
though he wondered how in Christ's name he could?  First, it'd been the
goddanmed wild brute, and now this, whatever in hell it was she'd been doing!

      "Jean... where did you go last night?" he put to her, managing a
gentleness to his tone.  "I didn't know you had any meeting... yet Carol seems
to think you did, but she doesn't know anymore about it than that.  Where was
the meeting, Baby?"

      Jean breathed a little sigh of relief within. Carol had known much
more... must have heard when she'd mentioned Lydia's name over the phone, but
she'd said nothing.  For some reason, her best friend was trying to protect
her... and thank God for that! Intentionally, she made her eyes roll in a
blinking unsteadiness as she looked up at him with a pathetically empty
expression.  "I... I don't know, Mark... I-I can't remember.  I-I've tried...
but I just can't remember, Darling!"

      "All right, all right, Baby," he soothed, tenderly pressuring her small
hand in reassurance.  "It'll all come to you later. Don't even think about it
now... just lie there and rest."

      Jean rolled her head away from him, biting at her full, lower lip to hold
back the tears of shame she suddenly felt rushing toward her eyes. God, what a
horrible bitch she was!  Lying to him this way!  And to protect whom?  Then,
for one brief instant, she was on the verge of blurting it all out to him,
Lydia Newell, that foul Chief of Police, and the way they must have... had to
have drugged her!  But Carol's entrance into the room carrying a breakfast tray
for her, brought it all to an abrupt standstill.

      "Here you are, Dear," the attractive brunette smiled, setting the tray
down and moving toward the bed to fix her pillows behind her and make her
comfortable.  "French toast, bacon, maple syrup and plenty of hot coffee.  How
does that sound?"

      "Wonderful, Carol.  You're... you're a doll..."

      Mark stood.  "Well... I guess I'll try to get some sleep, Honey.  You
take it easy now, and I'll talk to you later, when I wake up."  Then, to Carol:
"Has Steve left?" "Yes.  He was going to try and have an interview with the
Purcell girl," the brunette replied, placing the tray onto Jean's lap.  "He
didn't know when he'd be back."

      Mark nodded, then smiled to Jean.  "See you later, Baby," he said, moving
beyond the door, then turning to blow her a kiss.

      Jean swallowed tightly as she watched her young, handsome husband
disappear, still desperately fighting back the tears and trying to rid herself
of the lump in her throat.  Unseeingly, she looked down at the tempting
breakfast Carol had set before her, but the appetite she'd awakened with had
suddenly dulled. Instead, she poured coffee and reached for a sugar-cube, the
sight of that little compressed, white square abruptly taking her back to Lydia
Newell's lavish living-room...  "You'll want sugar, Darling... It's very strong
expresso..."  God almighty, what was it they camouflaged with sugar lumps? LSD!
Yes, that was it! They had given her LSD!  But why?  Why?

      "Wh-What is it, Honey?" Carol interrupted her frantic thoughts in a
concerned voice, moving quickly to sit down beside her and begin stroking the
crown of her head with an affectionate, feminine hand.  "Something's bothering
you..."

      Jean shook her head.  "No... not really, Carol," she whispered, staring
straight ahead at nothing.  "I... I just remembered something is all..."

      "Last night?" her friend questioned in an equally sibilant tone.

      Jean slowly nodded.  "They... they drugged me!  I know now!"

      "W-Who drugged you Darling?" the brunette carefully probed, still
caressing her beautiful blonde friend's golden crested crown.  "You can tell
me.  I'll never breathe a word; you can be sure of that..."

      "I know," Jean said, slowly facing the attractive young girl. "You've
already proved that... because you knew where I went, and you didn't tell
Mark."

      Carol stole a deep, needed breath and let it sigh from her lungs, the
action causing her full, firm breasts to intriguingly rise and fall before
Jean.  She whisperingly said: "I-I heard the name, Lydia Newell... and there
was other troubled conversation, but... but believe it or not, I tried not to
listen."

      "I know," Jean replied, reaching for the other's small hand to contain
warmly inside her own.  "But you heard enough, and especially to give Mark
actual names... Why didn't you, Carol?"

      "l-I don't know," the sparkling, dark-eyed girl managed, gazing down at
her lap and idly toying with a loose thread.  "I suppose if... if you wanted
him to know, you'd tell him yourself."

      "I believe that, Carol... but I can't help but imagine there was more,"
Jean persisted. "You... you undressed me last night, didn't you?"

      "Yes."

      Jean leaned back against the pillows behind her.  For a long moment she
was reluctant to ask... then: "Wh-What else did you find, Darling?"

      "S-Sperm... unquestionably, sperm!  You were drenched with it between
your legs, and... and the hair of your pussy," Carol answered without looking
at her.  At last, she raised her scintilating eyes to level with those of the
beautiful girl who was unflinchingly watching her.

      "And... and you washed me all nice and clean there?" Jean questioned,
knowing it was true, but wanting Carol's admitted confirmation, the mere though
sending rousing fermentations through her unquietable loins and belly.

      "Yes... I washed you all nice and clean there," Carol whispered, her dark
eyes searching the smokey-blue gems of her dearest friend.

      "Did you... enjoy doing it, Carol honey?" Jean couldn't help but
question, noticing immediately the increasing breathing of the curvaceous
brunette as her full breasts began to rise and fall in rapid rhythm.  "Did you?
I mean, tenderly cleansing my cunt and thighs... knowing that someone else,
another man, had squirted their cum in there?" she gasped, uncontrollably
reverting to a lewdness she, herself, couldn't understand.

      "Oh!  Oh God, you're lovely, Jean!" Carol exclaimed, throwing herself
onto Jean across the tray to the rattle of spilling dishes, clutching with both
arms around the blonde girl's neck, their mouths meeting in a fusion of open,
liquid passion!

      For a long moment, they kissed and caressed before parting, and as Carol
tremblingly arose from the bed and began to clean up the mess they had made,
Jean said:

      "We have a lot to tell each other, Darling... and I think some of it
concerns Caesar... doesn't it?"

      "Y-Yes... yesss," Carol readily admitted. "But I'll tell you everything
if you tell me!"

      "I will!" Jean assured.  "Oh, I will, I promise!"


                                  Caesar 17/18

                         Caesar Comes, And His Revenge
                                 Chapter 18

      Link Morgan's limited ability in photography had been acquired through
the necessity of numerous little blackmailing schemes.  The type of pictures he
took invariably fell into a catagory that professional houses were not allowed
to return, once developed.  Anyway, the process being a simple one, the big
Chief of Police had learned to do it in the darkened bathroom of his home, and
that morning, only hours following their orgiastic involvement of Jean Blakely,
the barrel-chested man delivered the finished prints, complete with negatives,
to his auburn-haired, bachelorette cohort.

      Elated with the outcome of the obscenely indicting shots, Lydia first
assured herself that Link Morgan had not secretly printed a set for himself, by
re-threatening to frame his testicles along side of Mark Blakely's if she found
out he was lying to her.  Satisfied that he wasn't about to bite the hand that
fed him, the emerald-eyed girl sent him on his way, then proceeded to sort out
the moist lurid scenes.  Carefully, she chose those which depicted the lovely
features in lewd grimaces of Mark's young blonde wife, both in the act of
wildly eating pussy, and getting wantonly fucked from behind.  Then, she
destroyed any that might give the slightest hint of her own, or Morgan's
identity, and with the remainder she set out to intercept Mark Blakely on his
morning patroling rounds.  At last, she had that deceiving bastard right where
she wanted him!

      In loose blouse, leather riding-skirt and boots, pantiless and braless as
usual, Lydia chose the roan, Gallant Red, and headed off at a gallop toward A
and B's south range and the canyon-rim which overlooked the entire valley.

      As always, little sensual ripples of excitement began to stir in her
belly at the anticipated meeting of her ex-lover, further enhanced by the warm,
smooth leather of the saddle rhythmically massaging her naked young loins with
the powerful animal's galloping stride.  She preferred, and often did ride
bareback, to get the full effect of the hot, muscular animal-flesh against the
sensitive intimacies of her quickly aroused pussy, but this morning she had
felt the need of a saddle to make better time if necessary.  Though, it was a
rare morning's ride indeed, when she didn't climax at least three times, she
decided that today she intended to save it for Mark's sweating energies.
Accordingly, with weight in the stirrups, she eased the inciting pressure from
her young, moistening loins and concentrated on the sweeping landscape ahead,
ever looking for the black and white markings of the Deputy Sheriff's patrol
car.

      The wind whipped at Lydia's long auburn hair, her full breasts rippling
and jouncing sensuously, her vindictive mind retracing the lustful events with
Mark's young blonde wife, Jean Blakely, the night before.  That the blonde girl
had been discovered with her car in the ditch by a passing ranch hand, the
lecherous Morgan had grinningly told her.  And there wasn't the slightest doubt
in the bachelorette's mind but that the blonde bitch would pretend loss of
memory.  How else was she going to get around telling the truth to her loving
husband... that she'd been out eating pussy and getting royally fucked by the
ape-like, Link Morgan in the bargain?  And how was she going to explain her
grogged condition, except to blame it on the blow to her forehead? Lydia
grinned to herself. The latter had been her idea, though she doubted that Jean
would remember Link Morgan raising the egg with his huge fist before they'd
sent her car into the ditch... but they'd had to be sure...

      Morgan, the lecherous bastard, he had the biggest, stiffest cock Lydia's
ever seen on a man!  And one of these days when she was hard-up enough, she was
going to enjoy the whole solid length of it, but not until she'd glutted
herself completely on Mark Blakely's!  Christ, where was he anyway?  By this
time, she had usually spotted his car and could choose a point to intercept
him... at least, she was certain she could this morning with her horse, Gallant
Red, beneath her.  But... but where in the hell was he?

                                *    *    *

      In the wood, a half-mile or so off to the East, a pair of amber-glowing
animal-eyes savagely followed the young horsewoman's every move, the golden
medallion hanging from the german shepherd's massive throat making little
tingling sounds against its suspending chain as the powerful beast loped in
pace to the galloping horse.

      Beside Caesar, raced another huge, more shaggy, wolf-like dog; its
vicious fangs and seething grey eyes depicted its wild ferocity. Caesar had
chosen the animal from the pack with definite purpose in his uncanny brain.
She-of-the-sheep and the brute-man had mistreated his golden mate, and there
had been no way that he, Caesar, could help her.  Later, they had carried her
away in a speeding thing, and try as he did, he could not follow their
swiftness.  Instead, he had returned to his pack, commanding the grey-one to
follow him.

      Now, she of the sheep moved in his world.  It would be different, he
instinctively knew, the most ancient of all precepts intuitively driving him...
lex talionis... the law of retaliation!

                                *    *    *

      Lydia couldn't help the irked uneasiness she was beginning to feel at not
seeing Mark's car before this.  Ordinarily, at this time of morning, he was
buzzing along the backroads in regular patroling duty, and she would have
spotted him at least a half-dozen times.  Perhaps, he'd gotten tied up in town
for a while... or maybe the accident of his little bitch-wife had interfered
with his schedule.  Damn him, whatever, she had no intentions of returning to
the ranch until she'd confronted him with the pictures in her pocket, then made
her own demands!  He was going to find out that lusty-Lydia usually got what
she wanted... and once she did, no one took it from her!

      Damn... she was hot, too!  Riding western-style above the saddle for any
distance had always exhausted her legs, and for the last ten-minutes she'd been
forced to re-seat herself, the provocative massaging to her naked young loins
immediately re-firing her sensual excitement.  If she kept it up she was going
to slip into a series of uncontrollable orgasms for sure, and this morning she
definitely did not want that to happen before she got to young Mark Blakely!

      She reined the big roan to a halt, looking around for a vantage point
where she could dismount and not readily be noticed, even by a chancing glance.
The perfect place presented itself to her searching green-eyes... a tiny alcove
with rock-formations, grass for Gallant Red, and a backdrop of dense wood.
Pleased, the auburn-haired girl headed for it.

      Swinging down from her mounts, Lydia loosely tethered Gallant Red behind
a near-concealing rock, then surveyed the almost deserted, panoramic landscape.
With the exception of a pick-up truck, she saw nothing moving, especially a
black and white deputy sheriff car.  Goddamn!  She thought, reaching into her
deep shirt-pockets.  Feeling the pictures, she brought them out and began to
lewdly examine them once more.  God... she was a deliciously beautiful young
bitch, that Jean Blakely... and the way she had licked and sucked her pussy
under the influence of the mind warping LSD last night!  Just the remembering
thought sent tiny spasms of shimmering lust stabbing through her aroused young
loins and heated, soft belly.  It wasn't over between them yet, regardless of
the outcome with Mark!  She had to have more of the delectable young creature's
cunt and tongue!

      She sensed the uneasy pressure within her and glanced around for a place
to relieve herself.  Not wanting to curtail her view, she chose a small rock
and moved behind it, lifting her leather skirt to lower herself into an
obscenely squatting position, the group of pictures and negatives in her hand.
She continued to glance at the salacious reproductions of their orgy while the
gushing little stream flowing from her cunt sent further tingles of licentious
arousal rippling through her.  Relieving herself in the open this way had
always turned her on, like a little girl squatting behind a bush in the front
yard, certain that no one could see her... but the wildly lust-charging
snapshots in her hand were adding much to the sensation.  Damn, there was
something absolutely erotic in pissing, with her skirt up like this, she
tremoringly thought, making no effort to expedite, or shorten her moment of
sensual delight...

      And she was still in that exposed, squatting stance when the vicious
growl filled her ears like a building roar of thunder! Physically unmoving,
Lydia Newell raised her widening, green-eyes in immediate apprehension, the
huge german shepherd dog standing not ten-feet in front of her with its barred
fangs gleaming, causing the blood in her veins to figuratively turn to ice! Had
she not recognized the beast, she would have recognized the golden medallion
that hung from her powerful neck!

      Caesar!  The wild-pack leader!  Oh... oh my dear Goddd!

      The other greyish brute slunk from the shadow of the wood then, and Lydia
heard the whimper chokingly bubble up from somewhere deep inside her.  She
started to move, her nakedly exposed legs growing numb from their now-strained
position, but the herculean dog's warning snarl froze her there, and it was
that very guttural sound that sent Gallant Red galloping off in the wild-eyed
fright down the slope!

      The immense brute moved sleekly toward her, fangs still bared, its
amber-glowing eyes like something out of a Greek-myth as she squatted openly in
her obscenely widespread position, the very fear of life and death raging
through her!  She fell backwards before the stalking, on-coming beast, her
frantic brain trying to conceive some way of passifying its ferocity!  And
then... she remembered Annie Purcell, and what Jean Blakely had unwittingly
told them the night before!  Slowly, but intentionally, she raised her long
legs, drawing them back to luridly present her nakedly exposed, young loins
before the vicious brute. She even undulated them teasingly, as if she were
offering them to a man, feeling the warm mud her urine and the earth had mushed
beneath her lower, naked back!

      God almighty!  He'd kill her!  Between them, they'd tear her to pieces!
Uncontrollably, she whimpered aloud, the pictures falling from her hand in
fear-filled desperation, nothing else mattering except that she come through
this terror alive!

                                  *    *    *

      Caesar moved over and around her in hated rage.  Mental flicks of similar
anger from ages long passed flickered through his unearthly brain.  He raised
his head and growled once to bring the other shaggy-haired beast who was his
companion between her raised white legs.  Fury rampaged within his powerful
canine body. They had tormented his golden-one, used her in ways that greatly
displeased him!  This female one of the sheep was evil, and she must know his
vengeance measure for measure!  Lex talionis! Again, he commandingly growled,
and the grey dog moved forward; his heavily parting tongue hanging wetly in
anticipation from his open mouth...

                                  *    *    *

      Never in her spoiled young life had Lydia Newell actually known true,
rank fear!  But she did at that moment, as she cringed her body down in the mud
produced from her own urine, her shapely white legs drawn back, her trembling,
taut buttocks raised to obscenely display her vulnerable, hair-fringed loins
before the pair of feral brutes threateningly encircling her!  She gasped in
near-hysteria at the grey, wolfish animal moving between her lewdly drawn-back
thighs, his huge, vicious-appearing head not inches above her nakedly
defenseless vagina!  She stole a frantic glance at the immobile statue of
Caesar standing off to one-side as if judgingly watching, but then her eyes
quickly fastened once more on the menacing beast centered between her
widely-parted legs!

      "Oooooohhhhh!" she gasped out as the wolf-like brute lowered its head and
licked out with his hotly ravaging tongue, its wet heat saturating her helpless
young loins like a sudden jolt of lightning!  Twice more, she cried aloud in
confused fright as the mighty dog obscenely flicked its wetly burning tongue
into the sensitive intimacy of her unprotected cunt lips!

      "Oooohhh... oooooohhhh... my God... my God!" Lydia gutturally moaned, her
entire panic-stricken body quaking uncontrollably beneath the beastial tonguing
of the massive grey-dog!  It sliced through the thinly moistened crevice
separating the ragged, hair-lined lips of her cunt like a searing, flexible
blade!  With raised head and dreading eyes, she saw her teeny, erect clitoris
frantically quivering!  God, if it could scream, it would, she thought insanely
as the brute continued to splay her pink cunt-flesh wide open with its hot,
rapaciously licking tongue!

      Oh Christ... could it actually be happening? Two massive wild animals
obscenely ravishing her... yet, one simply watching while the other sensually
destroyed her with its devastatingly working tongue!  Oooohhhh!  She'd go mad
from its inhuman licking of her cunt alone!  Oooohhh!  Ooohhhh... somehow...
somehow, she had to keep control of herself!  Wh-What would happen next?
What... what did they intend to do with her when they grew tired of this?
Again, she anxiously glanced toward the mighty german shepherd with the
medallion, knowing now that he... it... whatever, decided all things!  It was
unbelievable but true!  The huge, handsome beast hadn't moved!  He stood as if
waiting... waiting while the other licked and splayed her open, lewdly upthrust
loins in calculated, mind-shattering ravishment!

      God, in all truth, she felt as if she were being totally destroyed!  As
if she were standing judgement... and there wasn't time to recount all the sins
of her wicked young life!  She began to toss her head from side to side in
uncontrollable cadence to the grey dog's searingly swirling tongue claiming the
tiniest secrets of her feverishly reacting cunt!  Oooohhh... oohhhh... s-she
would gladly give her soul to the lowest entity... just as long as it didn't
stop... never, never stopped!

      But it did!  And all when a ferocious growl emitted from the waiting
Caesar!  Lydia felt her hesitant breaths suddenly knotting in her throat as she
watched and waited wild-eyed to the movements of the powerful animals!  She saw
the wolfish dog back off, then lie down, rolling onto its back!  Caesar moved
behind her, incredibly nudging at the top of her head with his nose!  They
weren't gentle nudges, nor was his growl less than menacing! Fearfully, Lydia
guessed at his meaning, immediately responding. She lowered her legs and raised
up to her knees, feeling the continued pushes of Caesar's great head against
her skirt-covered buttocks as she crawled upside down on all fours above the
animal's huge pulsating genitals, her legs spread wide over his nose!  Then she
sensed the brute's head raise between her kneelingly spread thighs and once
more begin to lick the burning, wet crevice of her open pussy, its fluid, wetly
searing tongue spraying and licking up into her flushed cunt-lips with
maddening intensity!

      Oh God almighty!  She'd cum a thousand times, this way, the auburn-haired
bachelorette thought wildly, reaching back to obscenely pull her leather skirt
up as high as it would go and give the beast unhindered access!  If only it
didn't stop! Insanely rising sensations of unqualified lust were beginning to
rage furiously through her hotly fired genitals and trembling belly to the
massive animal's wildly ravishing tongue!

      The further erotic excitement churned inside her as she felt the cool
wetness of Caesar's nose sniffing back between her nakedly exposed buttocks!
Abruptly his heated tongue made sensual contact with the tiny, puckered hole of
her anus, then began to lick up and down the smooth, wide crevice, while the
grey-one tongued incessantly at her inflamed cunt from below!

      "Oooohhh... oohhh God!  They're licking my pussy and rectum at the same
time!" Lydia coarsely groaned, sensing the powerful german shepherd's hotly
snaking tongue-tip once more at the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole, the end
of it curlingly attempting to worm its way up inside the sensitive,
soft-fleshed lips! Oooohhh... she was going to go right out of her mind with
the unnatural lewd pleasure they were bringing her... and then she sensed the
first bubble about to burst inside her!  S-She was going to cum like never
before in her life... yesss she was cuuuummmminnnngggg!

      Her half-naked, young body, skirt pulled high up over her hips,
convulsively jerked and writhed on her knees before the unceasing savagery of
their hotly licking tongues, her legs and belly trembling in her erotically
whirling bliss as shrill gasps of sensual delight squealed helplessly from her
throat!  Minutes later, while their lashing tongues contined to lave back
between her nakedly grinding loins without let-up, she could feel herself cum
again... and yet again!  Her brain beginning to deliriously whirl from the
intense strain down between her widesplit thighs! Uninteligible whimpers and
babblings tumbled from her slackened lips as the oral rape to her screaming
loins endlessly went on!

      In fact, she hardly noticed the presence of strong, furry forepaws
suddenly clutching tightly at her defenseless upraised hips... not until the
hot, hardness of his massive animal-body brushed against the soft, smooth skin
of her nakedly exposed buttocks cheeks!  Oooohhh!  Caesar had mounted her from
behind!

      Rather than fear or shame, the glazed emerald-eyes of the sensuously
aroused girl swam in lurid salaciousness, lewdly pictured memories of Jean
Blakely's wanton admissions the night before racing through her mind!  "He
fucks me so wonderfully... and his cock is so long and thick and hard!"

      Excitedly, Lydia twisted her head to look back, trying to catch sight of
his animal-penis... and she did!  In his upright position, clinging with
powerful front legs to the rounded arch of her nakedly defenseless hips, she
saw his huge, scarlet cock slipping from its heavy sheath, the pointed tip of
the excitedly hardened shaft meaningfully glistening and jerking back between
her openly spread asscheeks!  Oh... oh God!  I-It was unbelievable... like a
beveled spear of gradually thickening cock-flesh that seemed to have no ending
to it!  In wanton fascination, she stared, watching it continue to grow out of
the protective sheath, the brute's massive testicles seeming to grow and bloat
with his animal-sperm right before her eyes!  God almighty!  He... it, they,
were beautiful!

      The beastial spectacular in itself was sufficient with the hotly goading
tongue of the sprawled animal beneath her savagely lapping her frenzied cunt to
trigger yet another climax! Spastically, her entire young body trembled with
the violent sensations shrieking ecstatically through it!  Her brain struggled
in its vortex of lust!  How many cums was this?  Three... four... more?  God,
she was losing all sense of perspective!  Her whole being insanely quivered...
as if she'd been milked of her spinal fluid!  She was truly going to go
completely insane before they were finished with her... but... but she had to
have his cock... his tremendous, long, thick animal-cock plunging brutally up
into her belly!

      In her drained, mind-shattering state, it was long moments before Lydia
realized the mounting Caesar's intentions!  And when she did, her reaction was
automatic!  The drawing upward of his huge and pointed animal-penis between her
widespread buttocks might have warmed her under normal conditions, but there
was nothing normal involved in this unnatural, beastial gang rape of her open
young genitals!

      Good God!  He intended to fuck her in the rectum with it! There wasn't
any question with the way its hardened, wet point was probing along the softly
yielding crevice separating the whitely trembling mounds of her upthrusted
buttocks.  He intended to sodomize her!

      For the first time since the beginning of their intoxicating ravishment,
total utter horror filled the helpless, auburn-haired girl!  Of all things she
had ever sexually desired and been a part of, sodomy had never been one!  The
thought alone was enough to make her cry out, and she did, frantically, with
pleading eyes, looking back at the mighty german shepherd mounting her.

      "Oh... oh no, God... please don't?" she openly begged, as if she were
addressing a human male.  "Ooohhh... please... no... no?"

      But there was no mercy in the burning amber-orbs that glared down at her.
Instead, she saw a baring of fangs and heard the condeming growl that spat
vicously from his medallioned throat!

      God, it was almost as if he were punishing her for something, Lydia
incredulously reasoned!  But that was insane!  He was just a dog... a wild
dog... yet, could it be possible that he'd seen her... she and Link with Jean
Blakely the night before?  W-Was he about to repay her for that?

      "Oooohhhhh!" she gasped out, the presence of his cock-tip caressing her
tiny sensitive anal lips in brushing little strokes sending cringing sensations
of confused dread racing through her! They continued, his swollen
animal-hardness taunting the tiny mouth as it relentlessly probed for its
cruel, ass-splitting entry.  Frantically, she clenched her sphincter muscles
tight, determined to fight him as the wet, beveled point pressed hotly forward
and wormed cruelly up between the vainly resisting outer lips of her tiny
asshole!

      "Oh God, Caesar, no!  No, please, don't do it?" Lydia heard herself
whimperingly beg!

      There was a punishing growl first, and then it happened, her futile
clenched rectal muscles giving way, like a thin barricade of useless silk
before an onslaughting army!  She intensely felt the tapered length of his huge
cock moistly penetrating the tiny, begudgingly stretching hole of her ass just
as if she had rotated her finger around up inside with vasoline and lubricated
it for him!  Slowly, the hardened, burning rod of animal-flesh ploughed deeper
and deeper up into her virginal rectum, ever-expanding the now thinly stretched
outer lips as she gasped and whimpered before the unnatural intrustion into the
warm, rubbery depths of her inhumanly splitting back passage!

                                  *    *    *

      Warm feeling of vehement retribution soared through Caesar's powerful
body as he hunched his loins forward with intentional slowness, gradually
submerging his heavily hardened animal-cock deep up into the forbidden rear
passage of her human, female being!  Some thing had instructed him accordingly,
yet he knew not what... only why.  This evil female, she of the sheep, had to
be punished in the most degrading and painful way possible, and she would be!

      Nevertheless, the grasping heat of her human, female inner-flesh around
his deeply slithering penis sparked lewdly growing-sensations of bestial
sexuality in his taut body that boiled in his loins!  Fleeting pictures of time
immemorial raced through his near-human intelligence, though the wild canine
part of him refused to acknowledge this!  He saw only the replica of his
golden-haired one's being nakedly helpless body being misused and by this human
bitch and her companion and moved in closer behind the uncovered, secret body
of the white female-human before him! Evil, she was, and there was an inbred
way to meet evilness! Hadn't he had to do the same with bitches of his own
pack?

                                  *    *    *

      "Oooohhhhh!" Lydia still kneeling on all fours over the grey, shaggy
haired dog's reclining body, rasped in her completely sensuous world of
pain-pleasure!  The insane licking of her heatedly splayed inner-cunt from
below had never ceased, even while the forbidden invasion of her tiny,
defenseless ass-hole took place!  Her nearly-unnerved brain could barely cope
with the confused sensations racing through it!  And then, suddenly, she was
aware of Caesar behind her increasing the speed of his lewd hunching of his
loins up between her open ass cheeks and fucking into her vainly resisting
rectal channel like the beast he was!

      She felt the pointed tip of his animal-cock grazing at the very underside
of her hot belly, up inside, as well as the swollen length of his cone-shaped
hardness ruthlessly expanding the snug mouth of her once tiny unstretched
asshole!

      "Aaaauuuggghhh!" she grunted, head thrown back to the vicious shock of
stabbing pain screeching through her!  With a wrenching lurch, she desperately
tried to shake the impaling rod of scorching animal-cock from her deeply
pierced rectum, but the effect was useless!  As she grunted again and strained
as though to pass gas to rid herself of the agonizing invasion, Caesar's fierce
warning growl filled her ears, while his hairy forepaws savagely clutched at
her soft, naked hips, and he began to pump furiously into her from behind!

      Along with her own pained babblings, Lydia heard the beast's deep-chested
whimpers as he hammered with unmerciful rhythm up into the now soft yielding
confines of her back passage. The savage, incessantly working tongue of the
brute-head up between her kneed-out thighs lessened the torture with its hot
hungry licking of her now, greedily throbbing cunt.  Gradually the pain became
more bearable, though it was still a tormenting blend of misery and weird
stimulation.  She felt saturated with wetness back between the entire area of
her buttocks and loins, and also felt never-before emotion of debasing shame
and humilation.  God, to be forcibly sodomized was in itself degrading and
perverse enough, but by a raping, wild animal!

      Yet, everytime she tried to think, her spinning brain blanked to the
flesh-ripping thrusts jolting her ever more forward, until at last her
pain-contorted face was brushing down against the huge hardened animal-cock of
the sprawled dog beneath her!  In her agony, she hadn't noticed the scarlet rod
of swollen flesh emerging slowly from its furry sheath!  The sight of it, long
and thick and obscenely naked fired a new, more lewd passion inside her!  She
sensed her nakedly upraised buttocks squirming unconciously and of their own
violation back onto Caesar's huge punishing hardness, a masochistic feeling of
depraved joy boiling wierdly up in her belly!  While she stared downward at the
wet length of jerking penis, she began to undulate her body, moving her
obscenely spread buttocks in tiny, lewdly accepting circles back onto his
powerfully hammering cock, wishing she could see it vanishing up into the wide
stretched little hole of her anus.  But she could feel it reaming the soft
rubbery depths, plowing and expanding the resilient hot flesh deep inside her
rectum!  She could even feel his bloated, sperm-filled balls slapping heavily
down against her flushed cunt-lips where the wolfish dog's never-ceasing tongue
licked at the raging nerve-ends of her seething pussy flesh!

      She felt less than human... no more than a bitch animal herself, suddenly
reveling in her obscenely sandwiched position between two wild beasts that were
vilely defiling her with cock and tongue!  Her brain screamed, her nakedly
grinding buttocks yielding before Caesar's hot, battering body, fiis huge rod
of hardness racing up into the very depths of her feverishly tingling asshole,
while her soft belly and inflamed cunt quaked and tremored to the
mind-shattering tongue plundering wetly up into her open cunt from below!  She
gaped down at the huge animal-cock not inches beneath her!  Her hand, beyond
her conscious control now, sought it, feeling the beast lurch as she wrapped
her human fingers around its wet, scarlet thickness, finally sliding them
downward along the hardened rod to cup its base and the brute's bloated,
cum-filled balls!

      Bitch, she was... yes... yes!  The auburn-haired girl insanely moaned as
she lowered her head and opened her lush, tongue-moistened lips, her green-eyes
glazing when she slid them down over the hot, beveled tip, working her curling
tongue along the thickening length of it until her mouth was filled to the
stretching point with the wild sweet-tasting animal-cock! Blindly, she locked
her eager lips around it and immediately the sprawled dog began to obscenely
pump his loins upward into her face, causing her to almost gag as it shot to
the back of her throat then down, its entire length nearly disappearing between
her hungry, ovally nursing lips!

      Voraciously, Lydia sucked, her lust-glutted mind totally devoid of
reality.  Her cheeks hollowed and bloated as she worked her head up and down,
her tongue uncontrollably exploring the forbidden sleekness of his huge
animal-penis!  Her soft hand warmly cupped and caressed his massive, cum-filled
balls, while at the same time she thrust her naked buttocks back in rhythm onto
the growing hardness of Caesar's furiously plunging cock completely stuffing
the stretched channel of her ass!

      Oh Christ!  What would it taste like... its cum?  Less than human? Gamey?
Sweet?  Tangy!  As hot and pungent as Mark's? God, it didn't matter now!  She
wanted it... wanted it shooting hotly into her mouth... to swallow his animal
jism, feeling it dribbling down her throat, filling her raging belly just as
Caesar's massive cock pummeling into her maddeningly stretched rectum was going
to fill her bowels to the bursting point from behind!  Together, they could
drown her in their scalding, beast-sperm and... and she would cum like a
boiling geyser!  A-Any minute now!  Ooohhh... she wanted them all to cum
together... together!

      She sensed the-oncoming explosion of the wolfish brute beneath her, its
hardness abruptly swelling in her mouth and wildly she sucked it!  It's tongue
ceased in the blazing, wet crevice of her inflamed cunt, a weird whine come
from down between her wide-spread legs as the first squirt of animal-cum gushed
hotly up into her greedily working mouth!  Then, it spurted an unending stream
squirting from it!  Lustfully, she swallowed in thick hungrily absorbing gulps,
locking her lips tightly around the rhythmically ejaculating cock, determined
not to lose the tiniest drop of the fiery cascading liquid!

      Caesar growled fiercely from deep in his powerful throat. Uncontrollably,
Lydia whimpered around the brute-cock slowly deflating in her mouth, feeling
the thickly boiling liquid of Caesar's animal-sperm shoot far up into her
rectum, and detonating her own final, shattering climax!  Delicious spasms of
insane release frantically rocketed through her!  She could feel every
contraction of his huge, hardened animal-cock as it incessantly squirted its
load of wild, burning semen deep, deep up into her eager, inwardly sucking
bowels!

      On and on it went, like some pagan ritual performed as an offering to the
devil himself, human gasps and animal growls filling the morning air in that
alter-like alcove... until finally it was over, and the disheveled
auburn-haired girl was left lying obscenely spread out on the earthen spot
dampened by her own urine.  Once, she raised her head to look around as a
gasping tremor seized her half-naked young body in its lewdly splayed position.
She was alone... quite alone!... And then, she remembered, clambering to her
knees to frantically search around her!  They were gone... gone!  The
bastard... the goddamned animal bastard!  He'd taken the pictures between his
teeth and vengefully loped away!


                                 Chapter 19

      Mark Blakely was roused from a sound sleep shortly after noon by a
keyed-up Steve Foster furiously shaking the exhausted young deputy, at the same
time rasping in a coarse whisper: "For Christ sake, wake up will you, guy? Wake
up... all hell's broken loose!"

      "Wha?  What's wrong?" Mark confusedly stammered, bolting upright in the
guest-room bed to stare blankly at his obviously distraught friend.  "What the
hell is it?"

      "Easy, keep your voice down!" Steve gestured with his hand, still
speaking under his breath.  "I don't think we should upset the girls with it!
Lydia Newell, she was attacked and gang raped this morning by two dogs from the
wild-pack... right in broad daylight, for Christ's sake!  The whole fucking
town is up-in-arms!"

      "Jesus!" Mark swore, his trained mind quickly shedding the web of sleep,
his mental capacities immediately beginning to function. He swung from the bed
and grabbed at the clothes he'd left draped over a chair.  "Fill me in fast!
How is Lydia?"

      "Taking it well enough as near as I could make out," the red-bearded
writer replied in hushed tone, stepping back and nervously lighting a cigarette
while Mark dressed.  "I was at the high school trying to talk to the Purcell
girl when I saw this red sports car come screaming crazily into town.  It
figured to be something, so I jumped back into my wagon and followed it to the
Town Hall.  This slick, auburn-haired chick jumped out and ran, half
staggering, inside to the Chief of Police's office with me and a half-dozen
others not ten-feet behind her!  Then, we all heard her spill it to Morgan!
She'd been horseback riding, stepped down for a rest, and suddenly this Caesar
bastard and another wild-mutt charged out of the woods and attacked her... just
like that!"

      "Two of them!" Mark half-choked.  "She said they both raped her?"

      "That's what she implied... chased her horse off and went at her!" Steve
said, his eyes lighting with unhidable flecks of excitement at the thought.
"Said she had to walk some three-miles back to her ranch... and she looked
pretty disheveled, all right...

      "How about her mental state?" Mark questioned, running a comb through his
hair, then buckling on his holstered weapon.

      "Christ, that was the part that got me, Mark!" Steve replied. "She was as
composed as a queen at a coronation!  Refused to see Doc Emory, or be treated
in any way... just raging, fucking mad is all, and demanding that something be
done!"

      "That figures," Mark hissed drily, never surprised at any reaction from
the stone-hearted girl who treated others as subservient, personal possesions.
But... but raped by two of those wild bastards!  Christ, if this was any
indication of what could happen?  "She was sure one of them was Caesar?"

      "She swore one animal had a Roman medallion around its neck!" Steve
answered, then: "Goddamn, Mark... how do a pair of dogs, wild or any other
kind, fuck a woman? Shit, I mean... not only the actual approach, but where the
hell does intelligence... the motivation come from?"

      Mark ignored his guest's question.  It struck too close to home. Instead,
he said: "You're right about keeping it from the girls.  Jean's in no condition
for this kind of jolt.  How is she, anyway, have you seen her?"

      "I looked in.  She's resting and Carol's with her."

      "Good.  We'll give them a little story and head down town," Mark said,
scooping up his hat.  "I don't like the sound of things at all, Steve.  That
wild-sonofabitch, Caesar... the brute's gone too far attacking Aaron Newell's
daughter!  God knows, any woman in the valley would have been horrible enough,
but Lydia Newell! Damnit, what I've been trying to avoid all along may be well
out of control now!"

      "You mean, a hunting posse?" Steve pressed, butting his cigarette.

      "I mean a bunch of drunken wild-men swarming over the hills and shooting
at everything that moves!" Mark bitterly snapped, remembering the death of his
own father!

                                  *    *    *

      The bond of intimacy so fervidly born between Jean and Carol only hours
before had brought a new dimension to their relationship that Jean neither
understood, nor intended to question.  She was solely contented that it
existed.  A warm smile, or an affectionate touch from Carol was sufficient to
keep her new exciting emotions simmering without blatantly racing into a
sensual consummation.  That would simply happen at precisely the proper moment,
she felt certain, and it would be beautifully fulfilling between them!  As
well, the blonde young wife was confident that their liaison would have no
effect on their marriages; they both loved their husbands too much and were
intellectual enough to understand the infatuating workings of bisexuality!

      Privately, each had chosen separate moments to contemplate their
revealed, sensuous feeling toward the other, but it was only Jean who tried to
truly analyze them.  Her long-time friend needed no self-acknowledgement: she
had always been a little hot-box, and as well she had forever harbored secret
lesbian desires toward Jean.  Besides, her voluptuous blonde friend was not,
after all, the first girl in her swinging life, was she!

      With Jean Blakely, her short interval of avid soul-searching had been
somewhat different. Convinced now that she had been under the influence of some
drug the night before, probably LSD, she was unceasingly conscious of the
wanton passion it had unleashed within her, for lustful desire still smoldered
in her warm belly and moistened loins like banked, hot coals, as if waiting to
be stoked into roaring flames once more!  Her mind continuously filled with
vivid mental pictures of her own naked performance, her face lewdly nuzzled in
Lydia Newell's exposed, wet loins, their heat, aroma, and taste as graphic to
her senses as if she were still enframed between those long, white legs!  God,
was it any wonder that she should turn to beautiful Carol, her oldest and
dearest friend, with such forbidden cravings awakened inside her?

      Jean couldn't help but think of the many warning articles she had read
concerning the hallucinogenic acid, of its untimely reoccurances, a chilling
little tremor rippling through her young body as she lie there in the bed.
Supposing that happened to her and she uncontrollably went into a... a fit of
lesbian lust? God forbid, but should it happen, there was no one she'd rather
have with her to make love to than, darling Carol!  She had protected her,
avoiding Mark's questions, even washed and cleansed away Link Morgan's raping
sperm from her... her drenched pussy!

      God, she was getting all hot again just thinking and remembering!  If
Carol was in there with her at that very moment... but she wasn't; Jean could
hear her washing dishes in the kitchen, and she, herself, was supposed to be
napping, getting needed rest according to Doc Emory.  That sweet old darling.
Had he known... suspected?  If he had, he hadn't shown it... simply blamed it
all on the bump she'd received to her forehead... the throbbing lump she'd
gotten from Link Morgan's huge fist when they thoght she was unconscious!

      Damn them both!  Why had they done it to her?  It made no sense at all!
Oh... she knew she was doing wrong in not telling Mark everything, but how
could she?  Even knowing the way they had drugged her, would he ever understand
her uncontrollable acts with Lydia Newell?  Link Morgan's raping her was one
thing; though she hated to think what her husband would do to the vile brute if
he knew!  But he'd understand that wasn't her fault!  With Lydia, she felt
certain there'd be no such forgiveness!  How many times had she heard him say
that homosexual acts couldn't be forced onto anyone with an ounce of backbone!
And he so deplored even the thought that up until the night with Caesar, she
had been afraid to attempt oral sex with him, her own husband!

      Caesar!  Her wonderful animal-lover... she hoped he was all right... and
now, she knew he had come on Carol's first night there, just as she'd
suspected. Another shivering tremor rippled through her, but this time a warm,
sensuous one as she remembered what Carol had told her. Accompanying it, was an
undeniable feeling of jealous envy she wished didn't exist, but it did. Carol
had sucked him... actually sucked her handsome animal-lover's wonderful cock
until she had made him come in her mouth!  Oh damn, she was so hot... so hot!
Why didn't Carol come in, she feverishly thought, smoothing her small hands
down over her sensitively moving breasts and belly, finally cupping the
gossamery feeling puffiness of the moistened, hair-fringed crevice between her
limply spread thighs... caressing and gently pressuring until at last, she
dozed into an uneasy, mind-spinning sleep...

                                  *    *    *

      "Goddamnit!  Something's gotta be done, Blakely, before that vicious pack
sweeps down and rapes half the wives and daughters in the valley in one mad
orgy!" Link Morgan bitterly roared to the agreeing multitude of male voices
gathered in the bar of the Crescent Inn Tavern. "We've waited long enough for
your fucking conservationists to show!  This time, it was Lydia Newell, and no
less than a pair... two of the wild bastards!  Christ, Aaron Newell's daughter!
What the hell'll happen next if we don't take action ourselves?"

      "You know you're off-limits, Link!" Mark barked sharply, while Steve,
behind him, began to scribble notes.  "You've got to give the authorities time
to get men up here!"

      "And in the meantime, we just stand around and let those savage brutes
attack and rape our women, eh, Mark?" someone in the group sounded out, the
pointed question rousing a clamor of liquor-raged agreement.

      Mark raised his hands.  "Now wait a minute, all of you!  Wait!  Hold it
down!  Let me finish!"  They quieted verbally, but the tensioned atmosphere let
the Deputy Sheriff realize he was fighting a losing battle. "Some of you men
here have seen... ridden with a no-head nor tail posse... a band of
whiskey-soaked, frantic men with loaded weapons... firing at every leaf moving
or, breaking twig!  I don't have to tell you that innocent people, animals,
whatever, can die from that insane action!  That's why I'm asking you to wait
for the conservationists.  They'll be here right away... perhaps tomorrow!"

      "Tomorrow's too late, Mark!" someone shouted.  "At least, it's too late
for me!  I've got two teenaged daughters and a wife to protect, and I don't
intend to do it after they've been raped!"

      "Right!  Abe's right!" another threw in, until finally the entire, unruly
group was in accord.

      "Maybe, they've got a point, Mark!" Steve hissed into his ear.  "Damn,
what would you do?"

      "Not this, for Christ's sake!" the determined deputy snapped back at his
friend.  "Use your head... a band of drunken men with weapons in those hills?
You ever seen a swarm of hopped-up soldiers attacking an objective and wind up
shooting at each other?  Well, I have... and if I can, I'm going to avoid it
here! As well-meaning as these men are, they're in no mental condition to go
out there!"

      "Blakely!  Blakely!" It was link Morgan's gruff voice.  "It's three
o'clock in the afternoon on the twenty-third of June!  We'll give you until
seven o'clock this night... the twenty-third of June, to produce your
tree-planters!  If they're not there by then, we ride!"

      Again, the outburst of agreement re-echoed through the bar room.

      "You're... you're leading these men into certain trouble, Chief Morgan!"
Mark shouted at the top of his lungs.  "Leading them into certain trouble.  You
know the law as well as I do... or should!  I order you not to do this!"

      "To hell with you, Mark!" someone half-screamed.  "They're our wives and
daughters... not yours!"

      Once more, the agreeing men shouted their yeas!

      "That's it, Deputy!" Link Morgan roared. "You've heard the mandate of the
people!  Seven o'clock, and that's it!  We've been more than patient, waiting
for state help!  No one can condemn us for protecting out homes and families!
My own niece was the first, and I've waited this long!  No longer!  Seven
o'clock, Blakely... then we saddle up, regardless of the consequences!"

      The overwhelming shouts and backslaps to Link Morgan let Mark know that
he'd done little but gain a few hours grace.  For a moment, he watched the
teeming assemblage of liquored, up-tight men crowding around the big police
chief, then he turned and walked from the Inn.

      Steve Foster, directly behind him, caught up and said: "Christ, Mark,
their point is well taken, you know!  How would you feel if it was Jean that
was threatened?"

      "You think, goddamnit, that I don't know?" he stopped short and spat at
his friend.  "Put down that fucking pencil for a minute, Foster, and do some
figuring!  You have any idea what that mob is going to look like, be like, act
like, by seven o'clock tonight?  And carrying loaded guns?"

      "Well... I suppose...

      "You suppose shit!" Mark spat, hating himself for taking it out on his
best-friend, despising the knowing that he'd lost, aware that there'd be no
state help for two days hence, and not blaming the men for the course of action
they were going to take! Christ!  Wouldn't he like to ride with them?  Put a
bullet right between that german shepherd's wife-fucking eyes!  But he
couldn't... wouldn't, and at the last minutes he'd still try to stop them. That
was his job!

      "I'm sorry, Mark," Steve said, walking along beside him and climbing into
the patrol car. "Don't get me wrong.  I'm all for law and order... but hell,
man, there's never been anything like this I just think of myself... and
Carol... the same way those men must think of their wives and daughters, eh?"

      "I know... I know!  You think it's easy for me, buddy?  If you only
knew!" Mark heard himself unwillingly admit.  "Forget it!  Let's just not talk
about it!"

      "O-Okay... where, we going?" the red-bearded writer questioned.

      "Rounds... specific traipsing I have to perform every day in order to
fulfill my role as  protector of the peace!" Mark bitterly answered.

      "Wh-What about the conservationists?" Steve put to him.

      "They won't be here.  They're two days off... and maybe a millennium too
late!"

      The smaller man gaped at him.  "And you knew that all along?"

      "Anything to stall for time."

      "But... but what happens at seven o'clock?" Steve shot.

      "Who the hell knows?  I try again, is all..."

      Steve Foster tugged out a cigarette and lighted it.  His whole frame
trembled with the excitement involving him.  Christ, it was an unbelievable
story!  What the hell kind of a lead-in would he ever open with? "Listen...
Mark... if they ride, I'm going with them!" he said, watching the other's face.

      His friend nodded.  "I figured that... but just don't be surprised if you
wind up with your head in your hands!"

      "Oh... oh shit, what the hell... Steve gurgled, sucking deeply at his
cigarette.


                                 Chapter 20

      Caesar was confronted with no problem in quietly slipping into the town,
even though the shadows had only begun to grow long.  The sinking sun's light
still glowed brightly on the horizon as the massive german shepherd sought
himself a vantage point of hiding and froze into immobility, watching the furor
and waiting.

      Human males chaotically stumbled about the central place where speeding
things sat unmoving and many waiting horses awkwardly stomped and shied.
Occasionally, they whinnied, their eyes uneasy to the human clamor about them.
Patiently, the powerful dog evaluated.  He read the meaning of the long things
that were man-formed of iron and wood, knowing the ugly flame they belched and
the painful death they brought.  Humans roared their communicative sounds to
one another with loud, ugly throats as they staggered toward the frightened
horses. Caesar saw the brute-man then, and seconds later, he, of the golden
one!

      Carefully, the massive wild dog appraised.  He quickly read the animosity
between the two male humans, the brute-man's throat-roars unnatural, as if he
had eaten of the wild grass that distorted the instincts!  He was waving his
limbs and roaring, while the golden-one's human mate stood quiet and tall.
Then, the brute-man turned away, the others with him, to climb onto the
restless horses while his golden female's companion stood unmoving!

      Intuitively, Caesar was aware that he had been right!  What he and the
grey-one had done to she, of the sheep, had brought this about.  But he had no
concern for the welfare of his pack this night; he had concealed them well and
left them with ample food.  They would lie well-hidden from the cruel marauding
of the brute-men and his wild-pack!

      A cracking sound that sharply rent the ending day caused Caesar's
reflexes to instantly tense!  Even as they did, he saw the fire spurt from one
long thing and another male human clutch at his upper-leg, reeling and almost
falling from the recoiling horse!  Humans rushed toward him, including the
golden-one's he, catching him before he fell, while others led by the
brute-men, tore the long thing away from the unsteady male, pulling him, too,
from a horse!

      This, the keen-instincted german shepherd knew was not meant to be!
Confusion dominated once more!  He sensed his sleek muscles relaxing.  He would
wait and watch; there was ample time before he went to the sleeping place of
his golden mate!

                                *    *    *

      "What does it mean, Mark?" Jean anxiously questioned.  "Will they call
the posse off?"

      "I'm hoping to hell they'll get some sense after that," Mark sighed,
gazing down at his blonde-haired wife's concerned face, then uncontrollably
letting his eyes rake downward over her curvaceous young body so provocatively
outlined by the thin, satin sheet. Christ, he'd like to crawl in there with her
for at least ten minutes!

      "We shouldn't waste any time, Mark," Steve Foster clipped his thoughts
short.  "You said you wanted to check with Doc Emory on how bad Abe was
hurt..."

      "Yeah... yeah, we better get going," the big deputy agreed, tearing his
eyes from his voluptuously outlined young wife.

      "What about your dinners?" Carol put in. "You characters think that I've
been cooking for the fun of it?"

      "Sorry, Baby," Steve said, grabbing his wife and planting a fast kiss on
her mouth.  "This is the biggest story I've ever covered!"

      "Well, bully for you!  I hope you starve to death!"

      Jean said: "Mark, when will you be home?"

      He bent and kissed her, then, in a soft voice: "Damnit, I don't know,
Baby.  I was hoping that this accidental shooting would halt these
liquor-crazed men... but instead, it's just fired them more!  They're claiming
if it wasn't for the wild pack, Abe Reynolds would never've been shot!  They're
like a bunch of animals out there... and I've got to do everything I can to
keep them from going into those hills!"

      "Mark, please?" his luscious, blonde wife pleaded.  "I need you tonight,
really need you!" she almost whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck.  "If
I ever needed you... it's tonight, Darling!"

      "Honey, Honey... Christ!" the young deputy gasped, untangling himself
from her grip. "If I could, I would stay with you, Baby... but I can't!  You've
got to understand... at least, try!  These drunken maniacs... someone could get
killed out there tonight!  I've got to do my best to stop them!  Please,
Baby... try to understand?"

      And then, he was upright, ignoring her and looking at his watch.

      "What time is it?" Steve anxiously questioned.

      "Almost nine.  Doc should have the bullet out of him by now," Mark
replied.  "We better get back there..."

      "I'm still going with them if they ride, Mark!" the red-bearded writer
said.  "You understand?"

      "Forget it.  Let's keep them from killing each other if we can!"

      The two wives remained silently by, one staring from her bed, the other
near her as they gaped at the empty doorway, listening to their respective
husbands leave the house without further word to them.

      "Are you hungry, Baby?" Carol, with a touch of rising anticipation to her
voice, asked.

      "I-I was, but... but..."

      Carol smiled.  "I understand, Honey.  Me too, though I don't know why. By
this time, I should think we'd both be familiar with this sort of evening."

      "D-Do you really ever get used to their being gone at all hours?" Jean
wondered aloud, terribly upset that her young husband hadn't realized the
importance of her physical need for him tonight above everything.  God... had
she made a mistake in marrying him, even loving him as she did?  "N-Never
knowing where they are... when, or if, they're coming home?"

      "Hmmmpff... after a couple years of marriage to an idiot-writer like I've
got, you get damned well used to it," the willowy brunette replied, though with
a little smile of deep affection radiating in her incandescent eyes.  She
reached down then with one soft hand and gently grazed her fingertips along
Jean's smooth cheek.  "Anyway... I'm just as pleased to have you all to myself
tonight, Baby."

      A sensuous tremor of arousal fluttered through the tormented young wife's
thinly covered curves at the warm contact and the undeniable meaning behind her
dearest friend's words.  She smiled upward with quickly incited desire at the
sparkling-eyed girl, tenderly... needingly, taking her slender hand and
brushing her soft cheek with it.  "I... I love that thought, Carol darling!  I
really love it!" she throatily whispered.

      The supple, raven-haired Carol, felt a shiver of delight ripple upward
along her spine. God... should she?  Should she!  At what cost?  Yet, she heard
herself say, "Beautiful, Baby... I'm disgusted with the thought of eating, too!
Let the damned roast-beef harden into a nice, fat lump for them!"

      "T-There's better things  to eat than roast-beef..." Jean pointedly
rasped, almost blushingly shying her eyes from the other's heated gaze.

      The darling!  The beautiful, luscious creature, Carol ardently thought!
God almighty... was it really going to happen... after all these years? She
swallowed tightly, and said: "I-I thought maybe I'd undress and get in beside
you... that we could trade a few more intimate secrets, Baby... amongst other
things... that is if you're sure you'd like to..."

      "Oh... oh, God yes!  I'd like... want that, Carol darling! I do... I do!"
Jean enthusiastically whimpered, once more brushing her silken-skinned cheek
against her beautiful friend's soft, warm hand, while the persistent sensations
gnawing hotly down at her loins and belly quickly fanned the bed of banked
coals into sensuously licking flames!

                                  *    *    *

      Caesar lingered long enough to see them assemble once more, climb onto
the fear-filled horses and ride away with the brute-man leading them, though he
cared little.  He then watched his golden-mate's human male disappear into his
speeding thing and swiftly leave toward the hills. Momentarily, he wondered at
the human intellect!

      The streets lay deserted before him.  No posted humans guarded as in the
past.  Had he chose, his pack could hunt and ravage at will!  He instinctively
knew these things as he trotted along familiar ways toward his destination,
unfathomable arousal mounting within his massive, feral body as he approached
the shelter of his golden mate.  Then, he saw the glow from the glass
opening... saw that the glass was raised as if in open invitation and moved
stealthily toward it!

      Soundlessly, Caesar placed his forepaws on the sill and raised himself.
He saw them then, his golden-haired one and she of the fired-eyes and hungry
lips who had pleased him so well with her mouth the other night!  They lay
beside one another on the sleeping place, very close, entwined, even their
mouths meeting and clinging, and they were both uncovered beneath the white
cloth.  Their legs squirmed, their feeling portions moving over each other's
young-feeding mounds, the sibilant sounds reaching him from them letting the
mighty animal know that warmth and affection existed between them!

      Excitement at the visual closeness of their association hotly inspired
him!  The powerful animal licked at his chops as natural fervor flushed in his
vigorous loins!  Soundlessly, he eased up through the opened way, still laving
his long, saliva-moistened tongue over his opened mouth as he stared at the
unaware female humans!

      Jean saw him before he ever whimpered!  "Caesar... darling!" she gasped,
tearing herself free and sitting upright to hold her arms wide open as the
great dog leaped onto the bed and moved forward to affectionately lick his
tongue over her happily smiling face!

      "Oh my beautiful baby!" she gasped, hugging his medallioned neck tightly,
which Carol, sitting erect beside her, smiled as if a long lost lover had just
come home!

      "God!" the naked, willowy brunette gasped. "He's so beautiful!"

      "Yes, Yes!" Jean hissed, flattening the resilient white mounds of her
whitely bared breasts against him, kissing his huge furry head and passionately
clinging to him.  "He's the most beautiful creature in the whole world!"

      "I know... I know... I think I love him, too!" Carol throatily exclaimed,
running her slender hand over the mighty animal's darkened mane, both girls the
more incited by their stimulating nakedness they had sensually stripped each
other to in their mounting, sexual desires!

      "Oh, you sweet darling... you've come to love me, haven't you?" Jean
uncontrollably breathed.  "Haven't you, my lover?"

      Carol heard the mighty beast whimper, almost as if he understood Jean's
words!  God, it was unheard-of... but she knew it was so!  Subconsciously, she
stroked a hand over the smoothly rounded firmness of her own full breast,
thrilling to the feel of its tingling, hardened little nipple; then, she said:
"Do it, Darling!  Get up on your knees so he can do it to you from behind!
That's why he's come!  He... he wants to fuck you!"

      Carol's lustful words raked through Jean's passion-infused brain like
white-hot barbs!  "Yes... yes... that's what he wants, isn't it!  To... to fuck
me like he's done before!" she gasped hotly, the sound and using of the luridly
graphic, four-letter word like a bellows to the licking flames in her trembling
belly and feverishly moistened loins!  She scrambled about in the bed, quickly
getting onto hands and knees, unhesitatingly spreading her long white legs and
full young thighs wide apart toward him!  Lowering her head and shoulders, she
eagerly looked back from her obscenely assumed position to see her
animal-lover's glowing amber-eyes fixed on the white, upthrusted mounds of her
lewdly offered buttocks!

      "I'll help!" Carol licentiously exclaimed, getting onto her own knees
beside the heavily-breathing young blonde wife.  "Come on, Caesar, Darling!
Up... up and fuck our Jeannie!  She needs your cock so badly tonight, Lover!"
the intensely aroused brunette invited, gently patting Jean's soft, smoothly
upturned buttocks. Then, with self-gratifying salaciousness, she moved closer,
leaning over Jean and facing Caesar to embrace the white, fully rounded moons.
With soft hands and extended fingers that met in the smooth creamy crevice,
Carol excitedly spread apart even further the lush ovals of her friend's warmly
yielding young ass-cheeks!  "You see, Darling?" she huskily addressed the huge,
watching dog, her eyes alive with burning delight as they feasted on Jean's
lewdly exposed vaginal split!

      Eagerly, Carol pulled at the resilient white moons until the tiny
puckered mouth of her blonde girl friend's pink anus was slightly gasping,
opening and closing teasingly before her!  She locked her hungry dark eyes on
the golden, curl-fringed lips of Jean's flushed cunt, watching them moistly
separate to reveal the intimate wetness of its hot, pink inner-flesh!
"Th-There, Darling!" she rasped sensuously, the delectably firing sight
touching off wild sensations in her own churning belly and smouldering loins!
"Let me get it all slicky and ready for you!"

      Jean squealed out her sigh of delight as she felt Carol's warm, damp
tongue licking down through the wide-spread crevice of her naked buttocks,
pausing to lovingly brush and stab with the hotly searing tip of it at the tiny
mouth of her anus before moving further down to the passion-inflamed opening of
her widely exposed vagina!  Again, Jean whimpered out as Carol's enticingly
moving tongue splayed open the blood-swollen lips of her warmly seething pussy,
licking wetly, over and through the hot electrified flesh to the hardened bud
of her tiny erect clitoris! There, she played long enough to raise additional
moans of gasping pleasure from Jean who was frantically trying to look back
over her shoulder with mouth open wide and watch it all from her obscenely
kneeling position!

      For a long moment, Carol was lost in her own wanton desire, but Caesar's
gentle growl reminded her.  She reluctantly withdrew her tongue from the
deliciously whetting crevice of Jean's eagerly tremoring cunt and raised her
head.  She saw the powerful animal pressing close between her girl friend's
wide-spread legs and smiled knowingly at him.  "Come on, Darling!" the
sparkling-eyed brunette feverishly invited, moving back to give him access as
she once more stroked teasingly at the smoothly curved mounds of Jean's lewdly
upturned buttocks. "Hurry... let me help!"

      Jean remembered then and looked toward the vanity mirror, their whitely
glistening reflections of their naked bodies giving her a perfect view of it
all!  Oh... oh God, there it was, she erotically quivered deep up in her bowels
as her handsome animal-lover mounted her shamelessly upraised buttocks from
behind and his huge cock began to slither forth from its concealing sheath! She
had seen it before and loved it then, but at that moment the wonderful sight of
its long, thick hardness was about to drive her insane with her licentious need
for it racing deep up inside her waiting belly.  She stared longingly at its
wetly glistening tip and watched with lewdly fixed eyes as Carol suddenly
reached down to grasp it in her slender, white hand, guiding it pointedly
toward the pinkly waiting wetness of her desire-inflamed vaginal hole!

      Jean heard Caesar's whimper to Carol's clasping hand... felt her powerful
lover's furry forelegs grip tightly at her naked hips and thighs, then sensed
the first hot contact of his wet-tipped hardness with her excitedly opening
pussy-mouth!

      "Now, Baby, he's going to fuck you!" Carol lasciviously hissed.  "Hold
tight, Darling!  Caesar's going to put out the fire in your hot little cunt and
belly!  Go on, Lover... fuck her good... fuck her like you would one of your
own bitches!!!"

      Jean felt her breath thrillingly whipped away before the piercing charge
of the dog's hugely hardened cock soared far up into the hot, dilated channel
of her wetly clutching vagina!  She felt its massive cone-shaped hardness
spreading open her sensitive inner vaginal flesh, smoothing out every tiny fold
and wrinkle of her liquid passage in semi-painful joy!  Uncontrollably, she
grunted out her intensively blinded rapture to the rhythmic, rapidly increasing
thrusts of her mounting animal-lover fucking vigorously into her from behind!

      In almost insane, uncontrollable lust, Carol watched beady-eyed from
inches away, one hand with three of its fingers obscenely buried up in the
steaming wet cuntal slit between her own, wide-spread thighs, the other
reaching from behind through Caesar's back legs to warmly cup and milk his
heavily bloated, sperm-filled balls!  Wild passionate whimpers of her own
blended with those of Jean's and the mighty dog fucking up into her slavishly
kneeling blonde girl friend with heavy, buttock-flattening fury!  She had never
seen an animal fuck a girl before... had pictured what it was probably like...
but nothing in her most licentious imagination could match the forbidden
lust-inciting spectacle she was witnessing!

      With fixed stare, she watched the huge dog's long and thick scarlet cock
plunge like a smoothly racing piston up into Jean's hotly undulating young
cunt!  On the quick, rhythmic outstroke, the young deputy sheriff's wife's
pink, inner-vaginal flesh appeared, clinging to the dog's cock like that of
hungrily sucking lips, the wetly sluicing sound alone enough to drive her wild!

      "Oooohhh... it's... it's so... sooo beautifulll!" Carol heard Jean
elatedly moan, and tore her eyes from the tightly clinging curls of her girl
friend's flesh filled cunt to see her long blonde hair flailing as she tossed
her beautiful head from side to side in her forbidden bliss.  She had raised up
to her hands and was grinding and fucking her whitely jerking asscheeks back
unceasingly as Caesar humped up into her from behind in unremitting
animal-desire, furiously smacking his loins into and flattening her eagerly
yielding buttocks!  Her nakedly curvaceous body quivered with every unhuman
thrust, her hanging white breasts doing an enticing dance of ripples and sways
to the jolting thrusts of her tightly locked animal-lover!

      Lustfully, Carol withdrew her hand from between her legs and clutched at
Jean's nearest, dangling breast, salaciously smearing the wetness from her own
cunt over the marble-hard bud of its tiny pink nipple!

      The lewd act reminded Jean of her excited friend's presence, and in her
passion-mesmerized ecstacy, she twisted her head to look back at her.
"Oooohh... oh Darling, I-I'm sorry!  It's so beautiful... and I... I needed it
so!

      "It's all right, Darling, go on... go on!"

      "No!  No!  I want you, too!" Jean gasped, her lust-incited brain reeling
with flicking memories of Lydia Newell and the wanton thrill of licking and
sucking the auburn-haired girl's cunt!  "I want you up here, Carol, Darling...
with your legs spread open in front of me where I can kiss and lick your pussy
with my tongue!  Hurry, and we can all cum together!" she obscenely urged,
reaching back to grasp her friend's hand as Caesar fucked even more wildly now
up into the wide-split crevice of her hungrily welcoming young vagina from
behind!!!!

                                *    *    *

      Mark toured the range roads a half-dozen times, listening with attuned
ear through the opened window for the night-splitting explosion that he didn't
want to hear.  Not that he cared about the goddamned wild-pack, but that
unnerving shot could mean that one of those drunken maniacs up there in the
hills had been accidentally killed!

      In two hours, it didn't happen, and gradually he relaxed to the
possibility that it wasn't going to.  Steve wasn't about to come back with
anything but a mighty sore ass from riding that horse!  If they hadn't come
across the pack by now, they weren't about to.  Caesar's ravaging time was
somewhere close to midnight, and it was thirty minutes after that.  Chances
were, thank God, that the bastard had taken a holiday!

      Christ, he thought, he too, was thinking of the vicious beast almost as
if it had human intellect!  Shows what lack of sufficient sleep can do!  To
hell with it!  He'd go home and see how Jeannie was doing, he decided, a
flashing sense of lustful arousal ripping through him at the memory of her plea
just before he'd left.  Damn!  Might as well!  What could he do, anyway?  That
crew had enough liquor amongst them to keep them plodding all night... and his
own sweet Jeannie was home in bed waiting for him!  I need you tonight,
Darling!  she'd begged.  Christ!  He sensed his cock elongating, hardening
inside his pants.  Fuck 'em! Let them kill one another if that was their bag!
He was going home, kick Carol back into the guest-room, and lovingly fuck his
beautifully curvaceous wife!

                                  *    *    *

      Passionately, Jean stared down at the soft, curl-rimmed lips of her girl
friend Carol's sensuously splayed cunt that the vivacious brunette was
spreading open to her with slender fingers placed on the dark, hair-lined lips,
her lovely white legs scissored wide as she revealed the glistening, moist
delicacies of the intimate little hole up between her thighs!

      "There it is, Darling... if you want it!" Carol luridly hissed.  "My hot
cunt!  Waiting to be licked and loved!"

      Jean didn't linger, not even to visually devour the lust-inciting beauty
of it!  The building, swirling heat in her young wifely loins from Caesar's
huge cock fucking into her from behind, forewarned her that the moment of
ecstatic explosion was near at hand.  Instead, she dropped her head, snuggling
her lovely face in close to the wet pungency of Carol's nakedly exposed pussy
and blindly, greedily, thrust her tiny pink tongue into the hot, liquid flesh
to lave and lick, sometimes sucking her way upward toward her nakedly moaning
friend's suddenly quivering clitoris!

      "Oh!  Oh God, Jean... it's heavenly!  Don't stop!  Do it good! Just...
just don't stop... ever... ever!" Carol heard herself moan, knowing the many,
many times she had envisioned this very moment!  Oh God, her best girl friend,
Jeannie, was licking her cunt!  Oh God... she'd, go insane!

      Caesar heard their exchange of affectionate sounds as he hungrily fucked
his pale rod of burning animal-hardness deeper and deeper up into his
golden-one's warmly absorbing cunt, sensing his moment of cumming nearing!  He
was not unhappy at their closeness, in fact, it seemed to stimulate his own
want!  There was something about their whiteness, the wet, pink little holes up
between their smooth-skinned, naked legs that sent the wild, hot-blood racing
through him!  He knew that his golden-mate was mouthing the open little slit of
the fire-eyed one's quivering body, and that she, the latter, was experiencing
love and joy by the whimpering sounds she made!  This was good, he
instinctively reasoned!  That beings should be happy however... wherever!
Affection and joy, his beastial mentality registered, his keen eyes watching
the act before him, the sight of it goading his scalding sperm toward the
moment of his near release!

      Jean felt her animal-lover's cock growing and beginning to jerk slightly
up inside her, sensed the worming tip caressing all the way up to the under
side of her hotly inflamed belly!  He was going to cum and so was she... but
would Carol?  God, she wanted them all to come to orgasm together in this
beautiful moment! Wildly, she sucked at her friend's deliciously tasting
clitoris, hoping against hope that she'd found the secret of her ultimate
release!

      "Oh... oh yesss, Babbyy... Carol's going to cummm... right in your
mouthhh!" the willowy brunette gasped, clutching desperately at her own
sensitively jumping breasts as the swirling passion mounted toward the erotic
second of ultimate release!

      "Mmmmmmm!" Jean whimpered, with hotly sucking lips and ravishing tongue,
knowing her own moment of ecstasy!  Suddenly, she tasted the warmly gushing
juices of her girl friend's hotly flowing secretions, the frenzied delight
tripping her built passions almost beyond human mentality!  She sensed a
bullet-like spurt of boiling semen from Caesar's deeply imbedded cock, then an
unleashing of his volcanic animal-cum that seemed to saturate and swirl about
hotly throughout her entire quaking belly and fill her greedily absorbing young
cunt almost to the bursting point.  And with it, came her own explosion of
maddening bliss, her nakedly curved body spasming in obscenely forbidden
rapture to the human wails and animal whimpers that filled the room!

      And then, there was a gasping silence!  Jean sensed herself falling,
uncontrollably collapsing forward, her face still resting against Carol's wetly
exhausted loins, her sperm-flooded young cunt still sucking greedily at
Caesar's rapidly deflating animal-cock.  She felt and heard him withdraw from
between her legs, his softened penis slipping out of her with a soft, lewd
plopping noise and she knew without looking that he would not be there when she
turned her head... yet, she did!  He was gone... her magnificent lover... but
he would come back!  Again, she rested her cheek against the soft, downy
wetness of Carol's still warmly pulsating cunt.  It had all been so
beautiful... so beautiful!

                                *    *    *

      No one had heard Mark's entry into the house; he was certain of that as
he stared into the room at the two naked girls!  His heavy cock still throbbed
in anticipation inside his pants, but at that moment it had temporarily lost a
certain amount of its inspired hardness!

      Jesus Christ!  Jean was between Carol's wide-spread legs, her face
resting against the girl's cunt!  He saw her lips, wet and glistening!  She'd
been eating pussy... Carol's pussy!  Jesus Christ... his Jeannie... his own
Jeannie!  Jesus, she was a lesbian too!

      He tried to gain control of himself, dug his nails into the palms of his
hands, but he knew it was no use!  His whole fucking world had twisted upside
down for him anyway!  He'd tried... tried... tried... but this... this was too
much!  He just couldn't swallow it!

      Jean a lesbian!  He gasped inwardly, sensing his cock hardening once more
as he gaped lustfully at Carol's naked, willowy body, vengeful thoughts
beginning to boil feverishly in his painfully enraged brain!

                                  The End


