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…