By ten-o'clock that morning, Mark Blakely had selected some twenty of the more reliable citizens and sheep-ranchers to compose his hunting posse. Excitement hummed through-out the town at the knowledge of the young deputy sheriff's decision to head the men, their confidence in his leadership obvious. There was good reason now to believe with Mark at the helm, Caesar with his wild-pack of ravishers and sheep-killing brutes would be destroyed.
It wasn't a task that the young lawman relished. He was not only an animal fancier, but he knew the depth of affection Jean held for the handsome German Shepherd… which was actually part of his motivation in determining to bring an end to the beast and its horde. A lost cause, perhaps, he painfully thought, sitting at a table of the Crescent Inn Tavern where he had systematically interviewed and listed the names of the men he had chosen to ride with him. Destroy the brute before he completely ruined their marriage… yet, by so doing, maybe totally shattering Jean's love for him! Christ! But it had to be done, he was convinced. Not only was it the lesser of two evils as far as Jeannie and himself were concerned, but it was his duty to the citizenry of Crescent Valley. He was sworn to protect them, and he could no longer wait for the state conservationists the capitol had promised to send.
Whatever utterly weird attachment had grown between his beautiful blonde wife and that wild, raping animal, it had gotten way out of hand. Now, the canine bastard was paying nightly visits to his bed and wife! And the unbelievable, horrifying part of it to him, was, that Jean was always shamelessly overjoyed! The times he'd witnessed the inconceivable, salacious act, his lovely, naked young wife had obscenely thrust her spread white buttocks up and back at the panting bastard like a wanton slut in a Tijuana sex show, going right out of her passionate mind to the massive sonofabitch fucking his wild, brutal cock into her… his wife's own sweet pussy!
Goddamnit! The vicious beast had to die; there was no other way! He'd completely distorted Jean's entire personality! Mark was convinced that the wild animal had somehow played a part in the lesbian performance he'd caught her and Carol in the night before…!
"What about Link Morgan?" a male voice questioned, interrupting the young deputy's confused and trouble thoughts.
"Wh-What…?" Mark asked, looking almost blankly up into the weather-lined face of ranch-owner, Frank Clifford.
"Chief Morgan! Are you planning that he'll ride with us, Mark?"
"Yes… yes… if he will," the deputy finally replied. "We'll co-lead the posse, Frank. No question but what Link's the most skilled hunter in the valley, and I think we need his knowledge with us."
"Whatever you say, Mark… but for one, I want no torture-killings like he brutally pulled off in the beginning with the big Shepherd's mate!" Frank Clifford said. "For my money, that's one reason… maybe the main reason why that uncanny brute has plagued us so! I ain't much on superstition, but as old Granny Obert says, there's never been anything on this earth or any other like Caesar, and there never will be again! At least, I hope to Christ there won't!"
At the mention of her name, Mark thought of the near-century-old woman and the way Jean had gone to her to hear the old-wives tales of a similar pack of wild dogs which had supposedly ravished the valley almost a hundred years before… Its leader, according to Granny, had worn a gold medallion around its neck, a centurion on one side, an eagle on the other, along with the embossed letters spelling C-A-E-S-A-R! And this huge, powerful dog wore it, too! Mark knew because he'd seen it with his own sober eyes!
"I… ah… don't worry, Frank. There won't be any of that sort of cruelty," the young deputy sheriff answered finally. "Destroy them as mercifully as we can… but do away with them! There'll be no peace in the valley until we do! Christ! Women and girls are afraid to walk the streets here in town at night! There's never been anything the equal of their animal-raping of human females in history, Frank!"
"I know, I know. I'm a reader myself, Mark," the rawboned man said with a tight smile. Then: "I guess that's what makes me give more credence to Granny Obert's 'old-wives tales'…"
"Maybe… maybe," Mark said, that implausibility an irksome concoction of nonsense which had irritated him with Jeannie from the first moment he'd heard it. Cause and effect: these he understood, while mythology and fairy-tales had their places in the romance of fiction! They were dealing with a vicious pack of wild-dogs that had somehow splashed over into the human sexual world, but there was a logical answer for that, too! And one day soon, some clever scientific mind would discover it, but his job was to destroy the killing, raping flock before one of the beasts took a local human life… and before the word of the valley's weird dilemma caught the news media and they were infested with reporters. Then, would follow the sight-seers, and Christ knows, the sheriff's office wasn't equipped for anything like that, especially the protecting of them!
"Does Link know?" the rancher asked.
"About this posse…? No. I haven't seen him this morning," Mark answered. "Probably home sleeping. He was up all night…"
"You want me to go fetch him?"
"Might not be a bad idea," the young deputy replied. "I'd like to have us equipped and moving out by midafternoon. Why don't you do that Frank? And… and use a bit of finesse with the big-man, eh? He isn't going to like the idea of his drinking cronies deleted from our group. Just… tell him Mark Blakely needs his help; that ought to inspire his ego."
The lean, older man understandingly grinned. "I'll take care of it," he said, moving a step backward. "Don't worry, hell be back with us, Mark…"
"Auuugggghhhh… oh Christ!" Lydia Newell groaned and swore in her obscenely naked position above the lewd, stretched-out frame of Link Morgan.
She was tightly grasping the police-chief's long thick cock, her wide-spread buttocks seated above its hard, bloated knob, as the heated tip wormed its way into the tightly puckered hole of her brown-starred anal ring.
Morgan wanted to taunt her, but he didn't dare! He'd gone the limit and he knew it. Besides, the lurid sight of her eager white ass so obscenely spread open, and her fevered concentration on worming the nozzle of his massively heated penis into the stretching, babyish lips of her own anal cavity was more than he'd ever bargained for!
He clutched at Annie's naked young body, both of them watching as the straining bachelorette worked the spongy, inflamed head into her tiny orifice. Lydia squirmed and wriggled her lewdly squatting, taut buttocks around and down in her impatience to get the thick rod of hardened flesh up into her unbelievably stretched rectal hole!
"Jesus Christ! You ever see anything like that?" Morgan blurted, making teasing little up and down pelvic motions while Annie passionately watched through lust-mesmerized eyes.
To the nakedly watchful girl, the sensual heiress seemed almost greedily frantic as she lowered herself down onto the thick rod of hotly throbbing flesh. The grunting little whimpers of torment she emitted were wildly charging Annie's passion-flushed loins beyond belief!
"Oh… oooohhhh!" the teenager suddenly gasped, as if the massively thick shaft was impaling her own rectal passage! She writhed away from her naked uncle, getting to her knees and scampering around to confront the perspiring attractive face of Lydia. She moved up slightly between Morgan's wide-spread legs and suddenly took in her tender hand, one of the auburn-haired girl's firm, warm breasts with a sympathetic – even if masochistic – envy! "D… Does it hurt, Lydia…? Hurt… beautifully?"
"Oooohhh… ooohhh God, baby!" the glazed, emerald-eyed girl cried. "I… I… oh… it's horrible… horribly beautiful…! I love it…!"
Morgan leered in animal lust, watching the naked young woman wantonly gyrate her full, crescent-shaped white hips down… down, inch by tortured inch onto his burning length of hardened, hotly pulsating cock! Uncontrollable grunts of whorish desire bubbled obscenely out of her as she strained ever downward, until at last her softly yielding ass-cheeks were pressed flat against his hairy pelvis. She was so tight that it felt as if she'd ripped his foreskin back; he could swear there was nothing but bloody, raw meat impaling her hotly constricting rectum! He choked out a series of lewd sounds, almost fearfully beginning a circular motion in an effort to lessen the searing stranglehold the rubbery sleeve of her gripping channel had on his cramming, painfully hard cock! Momentarily, his stretching actions paid off, and he began to croon out guttural half-groans of animal delight as he thrust upward with sadistic, hurting intentions, stuffing his eagerly throbbing flesh to its last fractional measure up the velvety heated canal between her lewdly offered white buttocks!
"Christ… what a luscious tight ass you've got, baby!" he gasped, tensing and thrusting upward as she continued to squirm her tautened buttocks down even tighter, forcing his sodomizing spear of hardness even further up into her!
"Oh… oh Christ, Morgan, you bullish-hung bastard… it's going to come right out my mouth!" she lewdly exclaimed, tossing her head from side to side and making her ripely full breasts quiver in front of Annie. Incredulous, weirdly erotic torment spread from the depths of her brutally invaded anus throughout her body in every direction, as she tentatively began to move up and down on his long hard shaft. Perspiring, she worked to his vicious upthrusting stabs, feeling his bulbous, blood-pulsing cock-head probing deeper into the tender, quivering bowels of her belly! Good God… nothing had ever been more debasingly satiating!
From his stretched-out position beneath her, Morgan lustfully stared with his head raised. He watched the long throbbing length of his thick cock vanishing up into the obscenely stretched opening of her rectum! The reddish, inflamed-looking inner-flesh clinging to his pulsing-veined shaft obscenely intrigued him as she fucked it in and out of her. It appeared and disappeared with the mind-bending up and down movements of her smoothly rounded white hips, the tightly ovalled brown sheath grasping and smothering it as if she never intended to let if free again!
Christ! At first, he thought, the pressure had been almost unbearable, but now it was just rubbery tight and wildly stimulating, the type of potent influence that promised to draw the boiling cum right out of his bloated balls with the ferocity of squirting, molten lead at every stroke!
"Oh… oh God, Uncle Link…!" he heard Annie whimper and remembered his potentate duties.
He couldn't help but goatishly chuckle at the wanton plea in her whimpering teenage voice, additional sensations of lechery churning inside his big, naked body and bringing new excitement to his gross mind. "All right, time you got into the act, honey," he rasped, checking to see if the dresser-mirror was going to give him adequate viewing. Then, to Lydia: "Come on, baby, just stretch out these long, pretty legs so Annie can get up between them! Now, lie back on my chest… yeah, like that!"
Lydia sensually moaned as she followed directions, feeling his big hot hands reaching around her nakedness to clutch the swollen mounds of her hotly palpitating breasts with a mauling lust. She rested her elbows on the bed to hold her partially erect so she could watch while Annie stared at both of them in driving, covetous hunger.
Lydia's darkly inviting cunt gaped up at her, its moistened pink crevice trailing down to her soft white buttocks. She could clearly see her uncle's huge glistening cock wedged splittingly between the rounded ass cheeks, holding them wide apart, its thick brutal hardness buried to the hilt up her wide-stretched rectum… and his heavy cum-filled balls seemed to pulsate as she stared in fascination at the salacious spectacle.
"Well…? What're you waiting for, doll?" Morgan choked out. "Put that fiery little tongue of yours to work!"
Annie needed no further prodding. From her kneed stance, she eagerly lowered her young face, nestling it to Lydia's sweet, piquant-smelling loins! She started her excited, hot tongue at the base of Morgan's sperm-seething balls, orally bathing them before working upward to lick at the underside of the exposed half-inch of his anally entombed cock. Then, laving her way up through the moistly pink inner-flesh of Lydia's splayed cunt, she finally sucked the older girl's blushing pussy lips and quivering little clitoris into her teenaged mouth with a voracious little slurping sound!
"Uuuuhhhh… ooohhh yessss!" Lydia gasped, reaching down with one hand to caress the young girl's long, chestnut tresses, as passionate tremors of lust-blinding pleasure spasmed her naked body. She began to slowly move her impaled buttocks up and down on Morgan's plundering, long hardness, at the same time pressing and grazing her passion-fired cunt against the kneeling teenaged girl's wildly sucking mouth.
Frantically, Annie lashed her fervid wet tongue around, over, and up, and into Lydia's moistly clasping pussy, as a feral heat seethed in her trembling young belly and loins. She reached back between her own spread thighs to the tight wet lips of her cunt, fingering the warm, down-fringed puffiness apart, and then began to massage the pleasure-bringing bud of her tiny, erect clitoris!
God, it was beautiful… beyond any erotic rapture she had ever imagined, Annie luridly thought, and she never wanted it to end! The aphrodisiacal taste and aroma of Lydia's nakedly wet cunt was maddening, and the obscene thought that Uncle Link's huge cock was fucking up the beautiful woman's ass while she licked and sucked this warmly succulent pussy was spinning her mind into a lust-enchanting orbit all her own!
Frantically, Annie slid her outstretched finger along the wet crevice between her feverish cunt-lips to the snugly nibbling mouth of her own dilated vagina, then unhesitantly rammed it up into the liquid, simmering channel. Almost immediately, she inserted another, and still another into the wet, burning hole up between her legs, while both Lydia and her uncle increased their moans and grunts! Wildly, she began to fuck her extended fingers in and out of her inflamed pussy-channel as she licked and sucked in rhythm to the frenzied sodomizing cadence beneath her!
Morgan was in paradise… surrounded by the potentate's willing harem, he luridly reasoned, as he brutally fucked up into Lydia Newell's obscenely stretched anus. The nakedly voluptuous woman ground her frenzied, softly yielding buttocks down with sluttish ferocity while he mauled her hot, swollen breasts… and gaped at himself in the dresser-mirror! His burning eyes caught sight of Annie. Christ, the kid was going right out of her young nympho-skull, licking and sucking Lydia's pinkly splayed cunt while she finger-fucked her own tight little pussy in fevered ecstasy! Her slackened, pretty teenaged features glistened wetly with the juices from the auburn-haired girl's passion-drenched cunt, and occasionally he heard mewling hums of hunger blending with Lydia's to drown out his own.
Then… suddenly Annie was reaching back over her wide-spread young ass-cheeks with her other hand and… and… yes, Goddamnit, she was shoving her middle finger into the tiny puckered mouth of her asshole! Oh shit… this is too much for a man my age! I'll have a fucking seizure! He saw her worming the stiffened finger deeper and deeper into the youthful little opening between the ovaled white moons of her lushly rounded, teenaged ass, until the digit was buried up to the palm of her hand!
Goddamnit… if it's an ass-fucking she wants, I'll give her plenty from now on! He felt his heatedly pulsating shaft jerk in excitement as he saw a sudden spilling of viscous fluids from her tight pussy bathing her cunt-fucking hand… and that was just about all he could stand!
Almost frantically, Annie licked and sucked the steaming wet cunt fused to her teenaged mouth, until suddenly Lydia half-shrieked: "Oooohhh… baby, baby… I-I'm going to cum…! Yesss… now… fuck my ass, Morgan! Eat my hot cunt, baby… I-I'm cuummmmiinngggg…!" Then the ecstatic spasms seized her and her nakedly sprawled hips fell into an uncontrollably irregular cadence, even pausing at one point in mid-air.
Lustfully the big, straining man beneath her began to swear. "Pound your ass!" he raged. "Goddamn you… don't stop now! Pound your fucking ass…!"
"Aaauugghhhh… ooohhhhh…!" Annie began to chant, in the throes of her own orgasm as Lydia picked up the tempo once more, her climax seeming unending.
Then, Lydia heard Morgan's obscene oath beneath her and felt the first gushes of his scalding cum splutter into the remote, eagerly milking depths of her sodomized rectum! It surged through her body with the torrential force of a bursting dam, burning into her heaving belly like seething liquid fire! The delicious sensation tripped her second climax, and she screamed as the powerful maelstrom of sensuous pleasure overwhelmed her!
Then, at last she felt the unrelenting hardness of his huge thick penis dissipating, growing uselessly flaccid, and could feel the spilling of his hot cum beginning to seep out from the widely stretched opening of her spasming anus. She raised up to a sitting position and saw the collapsed, naked young loveliness of Annie still gasping between her wide-spread legs. A faint smile lesbianistically twisted Lydia's moistly parted lips. Once more, she caressed the young girl's head, then saw the loving teenaged eyes flash up at her in welcoming understanding.
Lydia climbed off the big man, a lewd, hissing sound escaping her rectum as she lifted her burning nether-hole from his deflated shaft. Her naked legs weakly trembled when she stood and then she shuddered as a loathsome sensation swept through her at the sight of his aging, corpulent body.
"My father would destroy you, Morgan, if he knew about this!" she spat down at him. "Just don't forget that… and don't ever think you have any claims on me, understand?"
"Shit… shit, Lydia, I told you downstairs before…!" the naked police chief stammered, sitting up, surprised at her uncalled-for anger.
"Fuck you, big man! I know you like a book. There isn't a decent bone in your lecherous body!" Lydia venomously hissed. "Furthermore, your incestuous little games with this young girl is over! I'm taking her to the A and B with me where she can have some of the things she deserves!"
"What…? Now just a Goddamned minute, Lydia!" Morgan, dumbstruck, jumped up from the bed… but that was as far as he got. The ring of the front door-bell interrupted him. He looked to his niece's raised-up, naked young body on the bed and said: "Who the hell can that be?"
The teenaged girl shook her head, hardly conscious, or even caring about the sound, the exciting words of Lydia Newell completely taking charge of all her thoughts.
"Well go see!" Morgan snarled, his confused rage mounting.
"Go yourself, big man!" Lydia put in, laying a restraining hand on Annie's nakedly smooth white shoulder. "She's all finished waiting on you… and you better get to understand that, unless you want the wrath of Aaron Newell right down on your lecherous fucking head!"