Caesar's vantage point was such that he could witness the two groups of horse-carried, male humans moving in separate directions, as well as his golden-one and the fiery-eyed female stumbling through the ravine below him. Only the huge barrier of rocks divided the party of males from the pair of females he had thought were his friends! Now, his keen animal brain sought other answers! By chance alone had he, through intuitive instinct, become aware of the mass human presence and moved above them to investigate! What he saw slowly enraged him! They had deeply penetrated his domain, with both the golden-one's male-human and the brute-man heading them! But more hurting than all else was the apparent fact that his loving, human-mate and the fiery-eyed one had somehow brought them there!
For a long moment, the great and powerful animal stood picturesquely outlined against the skyline, his tongue licking out characteristically; then, a deep whimper emitted from his broad chest. He had been betrayed! How, he was not yet certain, but retribution for such traitorism he was inherently steeped in! The handsome, massive animal whimpered inside himself once more before he backed off, turned, then leaped away as silently as he'd appeared!
A sudden rumble of deep, distant thunder sent a curdling chill up Carol Foster's spine. From behind, she called to the girl only yards in front of her and said: "It's a storm, Jean! Let's find someplace to get out of it!"
The young blonde wife paused to look back, almost as if just remembering at that moment that Carol was with her. "We'll start climbing right here," she said. "There's an overhanging ledge up there; it'll shelter us. Anyway, it's just a little thunderstorm…"
"We should have turned back!" Carol said, reaching her and grasping onto the other's arms. "This is crazy, Jean…!"
"Oh… ooohhh, Carol, I'm sorry!" the blonde girl exclaimed. "I told you to go back…!"
"Damnit, I'm not about to go anywhere without you!"
"Are you afraid?"
"Well, it's getting dark enough to be… and that storm's almost on top of us, girl, if you haven't seen it!" Carol half-whimpered. "I-I mean if… if we only knew where we were going…!"
Jean started to console her friend, but she never had to. The sudden appearance of a horse carrying the huge frame of Link Morgan whipped her breath away. For a moment, she stood as frozen, then undeniably welcomed the sight of the big chief of police.
"Look!" she said, pointing. "It's Chief Morgan!"
Carol did, not in the least disappointed with his unexpected appearance, though she could think of others that might be more pleasing! "Oh Goddd…!" she sighed.
"What the hell you girls trying to do, kill yourselves?" Morgan blurted. Apprehensively, he looked up at the clouded skies. "In seconds, there'll be a downpour that'll send flash-floods all through these gullies! Come on!" he ordered, swinging down from his mount. "Let's climb!"
Struggling on hands and knees into the mouth of a cave, Jean couldn't help but wonder what would happen to the horse Link Morgan had abandoned below! She turned to help Carol behind her, and then the big frame of Link Morgan who moved into the cave opening with surprising agility. She hardly noticed the faint smirk curling the lips of the police chief as she looked down to see the saddled animal standing fast…
Morgan read the concern on her face, his smirk broadening. The horse was in no danger, he knew, getting to his feet and setting his rifle against the wall of rock. There'd be no flash-flood… probably no more than a few drops of rain, but it'd been the perfect gimmick to scare them up into the cave!
He'd had no problem getting away from his party! Putting Frank Clifford in charge, he'd used the excuse that he wanted to investigate a distance into the ravine for signs, and that he'd join up with them later on the other side of Wiley's Stream. His plan, of course, was to double back and sight Mark Blakely's group from a perfect ambush point he was well familiar with… but what the hell… here he'd stumbled onto Blakely's wife, along with that Goddamned writer's doll!
Shit, he'd almost tumbled out of the saddle when he spotted them. After all, they didn't exactly compose the scene a man expected to find in the depths of this friggin' wild country! But there was hardly time to speculate on why, or what the hell they were doing there; only that they were starting to scale the accessible bank was important! And the Goddamned cave where those three teenaged punks were holed-up was directly above them! What the hell, there was nothing to do but join them and revamp his plans! The deputy was going to win a few more minutes reprieve…!
"The horse… will it be all right?" Jean anxiously questioned the big lawman.
"Don't worry, it'll take care of itself," Morgan replied, his mean eyes ogling Jean's appealing curves the tight slacks and shirt were temptingly enhancing. The ripely pointed mounds of her firm breasts were straining the shirt-front, while the slacks were stretched tautly over the smooth, rounded ovals of her buttocks and across the small swelling of her belly, snugly clinging to the puffy "vee" at the adjoining angle her voluptuously full thighs formed. He couldn't help but remember her naked beauty. The night he'd fucked her at Lydia's! Christ…! "The question is, what're you girls up to in these hills?" he probed, though a crazy Goddamned answer was already forming in his tired brain.
"We… we were hiking and got lost," Carol quickly put in when she saw Jean struggling for words.
"Y-Yes… that's it… we got lost!" Jean followed, nodding her pony-tailed head.
A grin stretched the police chief's lips. He shifted his glance to the vivacious, willowy brunette, his lustful eyes rakingly appraising her lissome, curved, young body. There was something fiery in her expression that intrigued him, even reminded him of Lydia Newell, that illusion alone enough to cause a stirring in his heavy loins. He said: "You ah… you don't expect me to believe that shit, do you? I mean, with a pack of wild raping dogs menacing these hills, you dollies just come out for a hike? Let's try another answer, what do you say?"
"I-I don't believe it's necessary for us to give you any explanations, Link Morgan!" Jean suddenly snapped at him, then turned to Carol. "Come on, let's get out of this place! The sun is shining again…!" She paused at the odd expression on her friend's attractive face. The brunette wife was looking beyond her toward the back of the cave, with her small, slender nose raised as if she were smelling something… "What is it, Carol…?"
Jean pivoted to follow the direction of her stare before the other could answer, noticing for the first time that the tunnel was quite deep and arched off to the right…! And… and there was some sort of light… a flickering light, similar to what a flame might cause…!
"D-Do you smell that, Jean?" Carol hesitatingly questioned, suddenly looking toward the big frame of a grinning Link Morgan. "I-It's marijuana… pot! Someone's back there…!"
When Jean swung around toward Morgan, he had picked up his rifle and was using it to point in the direction of the flickering light. "Too late now, girls," he growled, his voice undeniably threatening, his red-face an open leer. "I don't know what I'll wind up doing with you, but we'll decide that when the time comes. Get moving, both of you! Let's go back and join the company!"
"Oh… oh God, Jean…!" Carol frightenedly hesitated, grasping the young blonde wife's hand.
"Don't be afraid, Carol!" Jean bravely pretended, taking the brunette's small hand and holding it tightly in her equally tiny one, even as her flesh began to crawl at what might await them ahead. She'd already had experience with Link Morgan!
"Move!" the corrupt police chief barked, slapping them both luridly across their full buttocks, a lustful charge taunting his groin at the resilient give of their rounded ass-cheeks. "Maybe, we'll just have a party while we're making up our minds what to do with you bitches!"
They did, clinging to one another's hand, Jean stumbling once over an unseen rock, but quickly catching her balance. Then, as they rounded the bend in the hollowed-out cavern and the flickering light grew more illuminous, they saw them! Automatically, the two young wives halted side by side in shocked apprehension! Neither could find her voice… but before them, stretched out on what looked like soiled mattresses and blankets, lay three naked men… no… boys!
"Good God…!" Carol gasped, the words choking from her throat! "Wh-What is this…?"
Jean had yet to speak, but a myriad of unwanted reflections were racing through her brain! The three of them were little more than teenagers… and smoking crudely-made cigarettes in the candle light surrounding them! The small area reeked of the sweetish aroma, but it was not that as much as their lewd nakedness and the still unexplained attack upon her nights ago that sent clammy chills rippling upward along her spine! Somehow, at that horrifying moment, she knew that these were the three masked attackers Caesar had driven off that first night…!
"You dumb fucks!" Morgan vilely barked out from behind them, each young wife sensing her own particular reaction to the graphic four-letter word. "A whole Goddamned army could march in here and you pricks wouldn't know it!"
As if some authoritative monarch had spoken, the pair of trembling girls saw the three naked, teenaged boys bolt erect from their mattresses to face them open-mouthed, their eyes glazed with the effects of the marijuana.
Jean, as shocked as she was, couldn't keep her unbelieving stare from raking over their partially hardened young genitals, the thought lewdly occurring to her that they may well have been carrying on a homosexual orgy…!
"Geez, Chief… we didn't hear you, honest!" the tallest, a skinny, pimply-faced boy blurted out, obviously trying to focus his eyes on them as he absently clutched at his half-hard penis.
Carol had yet to accept the absolutely obscene spectacle as anything but a lurid nightmare! She clung to Jean's hand while she watched the thin, acne-faced youth fondling his naked, half-erect penis, as were the other two, and at the same time try to talk to the terrible man behind them! God almighty! What had they stumbled onto?
"By the looks of you cock-heads," Link Morgan obnoxiously spat, "you've not only been playing suck-suck, but you've been smoking up too much of my profits, damn you!" With that, he set down his rifle and cupped both Jean and Carol's rounded, full buttocks in his big hands, moving between them to force them forward into the hollowed-out, high-roofed enclosure. "But we'll settle that later. Right now, look what I brought along, luscious, tender cunt… and you boys ought to remember the blonde one, our noble deputy sheriff's wife?"
Link Morgan's obscene use of words, as well as his goatish hand manipulations, were not unfamiliar to Jean. Even so, she couldn't help the unwanted, acid-influenced sensations they set off in her trembling, soft belly. Though she was choked right up to her tonsils with unashamed fear, her immediate concern for Carol was foremost in her aghast mind. Jean continued to cling encouragingly to her friend's shaking hand, hoping to God that Carol would forgive her if they ever came out of this horror alive…!
"Yeah… I remember her, Chief!" the long-haired, runtish boy of the three exclaimed, lewdly working the foreskin of his semi-stiffened penis back and forth before Carol's fixed, disbelieving eyes! "She's the broad we were all going to rape, eh? You know, the night the Goddamned wild dog broke it up…!"
"You see what I mean?" Morgan roared. "I can't trust you cocksuckers!"
"Goddamn you, shut-up, Billy!" the third, a strong, well-built teenager ordered. "You want to get us all hung?"
"You're already hung, you pricks!" the police chief spat, sitting down on a rock-formation? "Maybe, we all are… but we're going to go out in a blaze of glory! Come on, damn you, strip these broads! I intend to have my cock sucked!"
With Link Morgan's foul-worded intentions ringing lewdly in her ears, Jean gazed regrettably into Carol's shocked eyes. God, had she not been such a stubborn fool; if only she'd turned back when her friend wanted to…! Yet, there was no power on earth that could have made her do that, she realized! But more horrible than all else, now she would never be able to warn Caesar…! Oh God…!
Suddenly, the thin, acne-faced boy whom Jean knew to be Leo Vincent, a local young hoodlum, began to jump up and down in an imbecilic sort of dance, causing his partially rigid, teenage penis and hanging testicles to luridly waggle and jounce. "I've got it, Chief!" he squealed in his drugged world. "I've got it! We'll get 'em high on pot first, then we'll have a real orgy!"
"Hey, that's wild!" Corky White, the bigger, good-looking brother of the runtish, long-haired one, agreed. "How about it, Chief…?"
"Fuck, I don't care what the hell you do with them!" Morgan spat, his cruel eyes reflecting the ungovernable lust again mounting inside him. "Just get 'em naked and give me the black-haired bitch! She's got that wild gleam in her eyes that I want to watch as she sucks me off!"
Carol sensed an unreasonable tremor flutter through her sensual loins and belly at the gross man's obscenely spewed words, even as their vile meaning nauseously registered in her horrified brain! Whether her nearly paralyzing fear was as much for her own welfare as Jean's, she didn't know at that point! The entire abominable scene was such an impossible nightmare! But of one thing she felt certain, Jean could well go absolutely berserk from the effects of pot on top of the LSD this brutal man had fed her…!
The naked, long-haired boy who someone had called Billy was confronting her then, grinning like an idiot while he filthily posed with his youthful genitals thrust forward, his hand lewdly massaging his now rigidly hardened young penis! To her left, laughingly hopping toward Jean with equally salacious gestures, was the bigger, well-built brother, his long, thick teenaged cock formidably poling out from his obscenely clutching fist, while the third sat nakedly on the mattress singing and rolling the mind-bending weed into joints!
"Oh God…!" Carol gasped as Corky White suddenly began to pull at her clothing and she half-twisted to look pleadingly toward the evilly watching Link Morgan. "Please… do whatever you want to me, but Jean… she's still not herself from the LSD! Marijuana could permanently damage her…!"
"You tug at my heart strings, cunt!" Morgan leered, watching with tired, lustful eyes as Corky half-tore the shirt from her, then shoved his fingers into the white lacy front of her sheer bra, ripping it away with one mean jerk! Her firm, white breasts rippled swayingly in their sudden release, and the long-haired boy eagerly clutched their rounded, ruby-nippled fullness in his dirty, clawlike hands, raising a goatish chuckle from the corrupt police chief. "Fuck her! How do you like to suck cock? That's all that interests me right now, baby!" Morgan taunted, while her drug-affected tormentor suddenly half-squatted to luridly suck the tender, pointed tip of one breast into his tonguing, teeth-nibbling mouth!
"Oh… oh please…!" Jean heard Carol whimper out in pain and tried to turn and help her. But it was futile! The naked, strapping boy who had immediately dropped onto his knees before her and was lewdly pulling down her slacks and panties had already dug his strong fingers into the soft, sensitive flesh of her nakedly exposed hips! And as she stood there totally helpless, her jerked-down clothing fettering her below the knees, he forced her to shamefully spread her legs as he buried his teenaged, good-looking face between her trembling thighs into her defenselessly naked loins!
Even in her fear-stricken state, Jean couldn't deny the erotic sensations that surged from her sensuous vaginal flesh through her convulsing belly and upward to her brain, at the lustfully shocking penetration of his hot, wet tongue between her pussy-lips! She not only felt, but watched his young face nestled to her loins, the unmerciful contact of his hotly lashing, ravaging tongue with her spasming clitoris completely distorting her mental capacities! Yet, somehow, she restrained the urge to reach down and clutch at his head… to pull his youthfully handsome face tighter into her rapidly firing cunt which had continuously simmered with insatiable want since they had drugged her…!
The Goddamned wild sight was more lustfully stimulating than Morgan had conceived it! The three bare-assed drug-freaks had stripped the pair of luscious bitches completely naked and were doing every filthy thing to them their warped brains could imagine! Screw! After the ball-draining session with Lydia and Annie, he'd doubted that he'd ever get a hard-on again, but there he sat with his hugely throbbing cock swollen as rigid as a wagon-tongue! Christ…! What the hell was he going to do with them… not only the broads, but those half-queer pot-heads, when he was finished with them? Kill 'em? What else? All five were a destructive menace to his existence! Shit… he'd take care of that when the time came… but right now…?
His mean eyes burned as they stared at the way Corky White was making Blakely's wife stand with her shapely white legs spread wide apart, his fucking face buried in her blonde-curled cunt! But it was the pimply-faced Vincent who'd kneeled behind her and was making her spread her rounded, full ass-cheeks for him so that he could lick her little asshole that was really sending the evil-minded police chief! And his potential cock-sucker, in all of her willowy, supple nakedness, standing spread-legged while the long-haired Billy ate her pussy and simultaneously, finger-fucked her ass-hole! Christ! He had to get in on this act, himself…!
"Okay… the pot… the pot!" Leo Vincent suddenly exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "It's the weed-time before we really set sail, eh?"
Carol sensed her naked, full-set breasts rising and falling in uncontrollable arousal as the long-haired teenager abruptly deserted her, the hotly tingling inner-flesh of her defenseless young pussy seething with the flames he had obscenely licked into being inside her! Then, he was thrusting a joint between her lips and pulling her down onto a mattress, as were the other two with Jean! Oh God…! There was no way to avoid the obscene things that were going to happen to them… to that, she was resigned… and maybe the pot, after all, was going to be a blessing… even for Jean…!