Shelly Marshal looked up and glanced around, at first more curious than alarmed. "Mom?" she called, seeking reassurance. A moment before, she'd seen Roxanne standing atop the grassy knoll. Now she was nowhere in sight.
"Mom?" she called again.
Still no reply. All Shelly heard was the soft moaning of the breeze in the dark forest ringing the meadow. The brisk, stirring wind fluttered her raven hair.
"Mother! Where are you?" Her voice had the sharp edge of fear. She wheeled around, scrunching her heels in the rough gravel, and then she ran to where her father was busy pitching camp.
"Daddy! Daddy! Mom's gone now, she's disappeared!"
"What?" Will Marshal drove in the last stake needed to keep up their little nylon tent. He cinched the line tight around the stake, then trotted to meet his daughter. With the wind rustling through the trees, he hadn't heard exactly what she said.
"What about your mother?"
"She's gone! Vanished!"
"Oooh, shit! I told each of you to keep the other in sight at all times!"
"I know…" Creases of anguish and apprehension lined the girl's pretty face. "…I just looked away for a second. I thought I saw a footprint. Wh-when I looked up a second later, she was gone!"
"It's my fault!" he fumed. "I never should have let you go looking for Babs." But they'd insisted, and he still wanted to hope that she'd just wandered off – that finding that ominous rifle was pure coincidence.
"Where was she when you last saw her?" Will asked.
"On that grassy knoll over there. She climbed on top to get a better look around."
"And then?"
"Then nothing. She was gone."
"You didn't see or hear anything?"
"Nothing! She's just gone!" Shelly sobbed bitter tears, her whole lithe body trembling.
"Hey, hey… it's all right. We'll find her." Will hugged the girl to his chest, trying to calm her.
But he spoke with far more confidence than he felt. Babs might have just wandered off, but his wife never would.
"Hold me, Daddy. Hold me tight. I'm so scared!"
"Come on…" He stroked a hand through her silky, coal-black hair, amazed at how soft and sensuously appealing it felt beneath his fingers.
Shelly was usually quite reserved in her affections, at least since entering her teens. He had not held her like this since she was a little girl. Now the closeness of her, the soft warmth of her young body and the quaking spasms of motion that came with her sobs sparked a curious pulsing in his cock.
For Christ sake, cut it out! he said to himself. She's your own daughter, your own flesh and blood!
"Oooh, Daddy. You're so… strong. It feels so good when you hold me tight." She pressed against him, almost flattening the cones of her tits on his chest.
That only made things worse for win Marshal. He felt his cock leap inside his pants and begin to swell. He knew the old saying a hard-on has no conscience, but never expected that to extend to his own daughter. He knew he had to break away before her alluring body corrupted him completely.
"We'll go find your mother," he said in a voice still weak from the shock of his own lewd desires. "Wait here. I'll go get that old rifle."
Will had no way of knowing if it would tire. He couldn't even tell for sure if it was boded. If not, at least he could use it like a club. He picked up the ancient flintlock and walked back to meet Shelly.
"You stay behind me," he said. He didn't want to be tempted or distracted by the sway of her appealing ass.
Lewd thoughts of incestuous desire already made it hard for him to think clearly. "But stay close!"
"Don't worry! I don't want to be the next to disappear."
They started across the meadow toward the knoll, and I'll kept thinking it was a damn fool thing they were doing. But what other choice did they have? It would take three days to walk out and get help. Who knew what might happen in that much time?
And it would mean sleeping alone with his daughter in the tent at night. Will had doubts that he could resist temptation that long. Babs had first started the lewd stirrings in his mind, and that was bad enough, but Shelly made them worse. The disgusting obscenity of fucking his own beautiful daughter made the idea all the more exciting.
By the time they reached the knoll, Will felt his heart beating like thunder in his chest. He could feel a ringing echo in his ears. His hands shook as much with disgust for himself as fear of what they might find. His palms were glazed with sweat, and the smooth varnished stock of the rifle felt slippery in his grasp.
"Dad, look here – there's a hole."
"Probably a ground squirrel or a rabbit." He'd been so preoccupied, he'd passed by without even noticing.
"No, it's like a chimney. There's a metal pipe inside, and the grass around the edge is all black with soot."
"What? Let me see." He looped back and bent down, cradling the rifle across his knees.
"For Christ's sake! It is a chimney. That means this dome must be a house of some, kind."
"There aren't supposed to be any man-made structures in the wilderness area," Shelly said. "I read about them tearing down all the old miners' cabins."
"Maybe that's why this one is so well-hidden." He bent lower cocking an ear toward the soot blackened hole. He felt a rush of rising warmth, and for some reason could think of nothing but his daughter's pussy. It had to be furred with silky black curls as dense and gleaming as the hair on her head.
"But why would anyone…"
"Ssshhhh! I think I hear something." Will leaned as close as he dared, ignoring the heat. He heard Roxanne's voice, muffled and strained in torment.
"No more! Please! Fuck me if you want to…"
By then Shelly had leaned down close to him, also trying to hear. Her black, soft waves of hair brushed his cheek. When he caught his breath, he also drew in the fresh and appealing scent.
God, how much shit is one man supposed to stand? Will asked himself. Through the hidden stovepipe, he could hear his tormented wife practically begging some bastard to fuck her, and his own sexy young daughter was tempting him so outrageously that he felt his cock ache.
"Get away," he said. He didn't want her to hear what was going on. And he didn't want her fresh good looks distracting him almost to the point of not caring what happened to his wife.
Will could hear another muffled female voice – mostly moans and cries. But he recognized them as coming from Babs. Like whet she was lying next to him in the tent fingering her juicy cunt. It seemed he could focus his mind on nothing but the obscene.
"What is it? What's wrong?" Shelly could not understand his stricken look.
"Your mother and Babs are both in there," he said. He didn't tell her that it sounded like one of them was gettin fucked and the other was about to.
"Let's find the door and get them out," she said anxiously. Will shook his head, as much to clear it as to say no. "There are also two men," he said. "But you've got that gun."
"It's a single shot… and I'm not even sure it'll fire."
Then they heard the two female voices unite in a long and horrible scream. Will cringed and felt the hair stand erect on the back of his neck. Shelly shivered. "Daddy… you've got to do something! It sounds like they're both being killed!"
He nodded, but he knew it wasn't that bad. Not yet. In fact, from the shrill intensity of Babs' voice, she might have been having the best climax of her life. But Roxanne's cry had another tone, and he didn't want to think what had anguished her to the point of begging to be fucked.
"You stay right here," he told the girl. "Crouch down and stay out of sight. Sounds like there's an opening around on the other side. Maybe hidden in that bush."
Will started around the base of the knoll and thumbed the hammer of the gun to full cock. He shuddered at the sharp metallic click it made, and he shuddered even more at the lewd images that flashed through his mind.
An opening hidden in the brush. Shelly's black furred cunt. The hammer fully cocked. So was he. His cock throbbed with an obscene passion that he could neither understand nor control except by forcing himself to face whatever hell lay beneath this innocent-looking grass mound.
In movies or on TV, the hero was always brave and fearless. Will always thought that was a lot of shit. Now he knew for sure. Only by the greatest of efforts could he keep from pissing and crapping in his pants. Both at once.
He picked his way cautiously through the tangle of brush, making his way to a narrow slit. Like a cunt. Even fear had not forced that vision from his mind. Christ… all this is driving me nuts! he thought.
Will pressed flat against the earthen wall of the slit and edged down the sloping ramp, holding the gun raised, one finger curled anxiously on the trigger.
Once his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he could see Roxanne with her arms pulled back cruelly and apparently tied around the stout pillar in the middle of the room. Before her, a want of a man stood leering with a whip in his hand. Naked. Stark naked!
In the shadows on one side of the room he saw a yellow-gold flash. That had to be Babs, her silken hair bouncing as another naked, hairy ape-like man fucked his huge cock in and out of her a s. She made babbling sounds, and he grunted with beastly joy.
Opposite, hunched almost into a ball, he saw another young woman with long, silky dark-brown hair pitched forward across the peaks of her tits.
She wore only a loincloth made of rabbit fur and she sat like she could hardly wait for her turn to come.
Shit, I've blundered into a dungeon of torment and abuse. Roxanne's clothes had been all but ripped off. Only the tattered remains hung in place, and they concealed nothing of her lush, ripe curves.
The man facing her drew back a long black leather whip. Will gulped, shouldered the ancient rifle and barged into the room. "Hold it right there!"
Silas whirled half-around. When he saw the half-inch bore of the flintlock aimed at the middle of his chest, he froze. The terrified glint in his beady eyes told Will one thing he'd wanted to know. The gun must be loaded!
"Er, you be damn careful with that old gun, mister. She's got a hair trigger."
"Then you're the one who should be damn careful!"
Silas nodded and let the whip slide from his hand. He backed up slowly toward the timber where Roxanne was bound.
"Don't take another step unless you like the smell of gunpowder," Will said.
"Too late, fella." Silas flashed an evil grin. His hairy back touched Roxanne's jutting nipples. He felt their firm, hot touch beneath his shoulder blades. "At this range, the ball outta that rifle will go right through me and have enough zap left to kill your pretty wife."
Will felt a cringing moment of uncertainty. Then he slowly raised the barrel. "Since you're so much taller… I can blow off the top of your fucking head and not hit anything but that wooden pole behind."
Silas paled, his eyes darting. "Er, Wes – hey, Wes."
He was oblivious to it all. Babs reached that agonized moment of confusion when feelings of anguish and ecstasy begin to merge. The writhing contortions of her ass gripped and clenched on the shaft of his cock, trying to pull in more, but also half-rejecting and trying to squeeze his huge prick out.
"Hhhaaagghhh!" she cried. "Oh, God! Huuunnngh! Oh, Wes." Will could not help letting his eyes stray that way. This man called Wes was acting out one of his lewd… fucking the luscious, tempting little blonde. Fucking her hard and making her like it. Leaving her no choice. Offering no mercy but the blissful escape that comes with orgasm.
"Wes! Oh, Wes. Fuck my ass… it's starting to feel good. Huuungh! I love your big, hot prick!"
"And I like your hot little shithole!" He fucked into her, slapping his hairy loins down hard on the crack of her ass, making her gush and writhe joyously on the tingling fur spread beneath her.
"Wes! Goddamn it, Wes – we got a problem!" Silas knew how touchy the trigger on that old flintlock was. A tiny little twitch – a feather's touch – would set it off. And he knew that a ripping big hold the.50 caliber ball would make.
Wes snarled without taking his gaze from the girl's yellow-gold hair. "Shut up, shithead! Can't you see I'm busy! This little bitch has a great ass. She's already got my prick about to fire!"
"Aaaahhh, Wes – please don't say fire." Beads of sweat sparkled all over Silas' brow.
"Shoot the sonuvabitch!" Roxanne said from behind. "He tore my clothes off with that whip, then he lashed my naked pussy until it burned!"
"You bastard! No wonder you live in a hole in the ground!"
"Now listen… Wes an me just wanted to have a little fun."
"Well, you've had it! That pussy you whipped belongs to me, ape-face. I'm going to enjoy picking your brains up in a bucket."
"Now… we can work this all out. There's plenty enough to go around. I'll even let you fuck Melissa over there."
"And I'm going to let you try to fuck the end of this rifle barrel!"
"Wes!" Silas hissed. "You fuck-crazy bastard. We got big trouble!"
This time, Wes didn't eves hear his brother's urgent whine. The rhythmic slap of hard muscle on soft ass check half covered the sound. Cries and moans from the writhing little blonde disguised the rest.
"Huuunnngh! Good! Oh, yeah. Fuck it into me! Hhhmmmm! The way it hurt at first, that makes it even better now. Oohh, Jeeeez! Haaaggghhh! I'm going to have an orgasm in my ass!"
"You bet you are! I'm going to blister your shitter. You won't want to sit down for a week."
"Hhhhmmmm. I don't want to sit down now! I just want you to fuck me… as hard and deep as you can. Ooooh, grrruuungh! I never knew a prick could go so far in!"
"Wait until you, feel it spurt. You'll think they've launched a rocket!"
"Now!" she cried. "Ooooh, NOW! Make your big cock spit fire. I want to feel it. Hhhnmmm, I need to feel it. That'll make me cum!"
Melissa looked almost bored, like it was an old TV rerun being played before her eyes. Lewd, violent fucking on one side of the room… the possibility of sudden death in the middle. It hardly soaked into her head. The sting of rejection and being cast aside so clouded her mind that she could hardly think. From being the center of attention and the object of pitched battles, she'd shrunk to being nothing. Not even noticed.
Will's gaze no longer strayed. It remained fixed on Babs. Her joyous squirming intrigued him. Her lithe body jerked each time Wes drove his cock in. Then she arched up sharply as he drew back. Will realized then, he'd never watched another couple fuck before.
It excited him even more than his idle dreams of lust. This was real – a vision so close that it could be touched. His cock stiffened, throbbing anxiously inside his pants.
Silas watched like a wily cougar, just waiting for the right moment to spring. Melissa grinned as she watched that twitching bulge swell. Everything had evened out. Three women, three cocks. Somehow, she had to think of a way to keep this new guy from blowing off Silas' head as he'd threatened to do. "Grrruuunnngh!" Wes let out a mighty grunt.
He drove his cock to the hilt and let the sucking fury of the little blonde's ass have it all. He felt pretty well fucked out, not even sure he had jism left to pump.
"Oooohhhh!" Babs moaned. She felt his body tense as his cock sank deep, then she felt the spasms far inside. "Cum, you bastard! Fuck me full!" She reared back, arching despite his crushing weight, lifting and winding her ass around.
"Goddamn!" Wes closed his eyes, wincing as the pressure swelled. Jizz steamed out of his balls like flaming jelly. It blazed the length of his cock, searing and straining the inside of the tube.
"Hhhooo-yyyyyeeeees!" Babs took the first jolt and rammed her ass back to get more. "Pump your cum in! It makes your prick so hot and slick. Ooooh, you can really fuck me now!"
Wes grunted and whipped his long, thick cock in and out. Slick cum greased Babs' frenzied asshole and made the sliding, twisting friction even more delightful. "Take it, you cock-hungry bitch! Take it all!"
"Huuuunghhh! Yes, and I'll wring your prick dry! Feel the way my little ass can suck?"
"Ooooh, yeah… I feel it!"
She'd been toying with different movements, trying to find the one Wes liked best – the one that would tease and coax the most jism from his cock. This was it!
"Fuck, baby! Fuck with your ass! Make that little shitter smoke!"
Will Marshal gulped and swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. The heat and the fury of their mutual climax entranced him. He'd never experienced anything like it.
Silas tensed, waiting, alert. So far, the gun barrel had not wavered more than a fraction of an inch.
He couldn't chance a rushing leap without a very good possibility of getting his head shot off.
"Hhhaaaagh!" Wes cried at last. "That's it, baby… that's all the jism for a little while."
"No… no… no!" Babs raised up and screwed her ass around on the root of his cock, wringing and sucking with all the frenzied power of her insides. She felt another couple of spurts, and then she went limp – thoroughly exhausted and completely satisfied. "Ooooh, Wes! Oooooh, Wes!"
"Yeah… oooohhh, Wes…" Silas said in a wry imitation of the blonde's dreamy voice. "Could you turn your fucking head around now and see what we've got going on here?"
"What?" Wes turned. "Ooooh, shit – where did he come from?"
"Don't get up!" Will snapped. "I'd just as soon shoot you as him."
"But you can't shoot both," Silas reminded him. "If we both get ready and move from opposite sides…" He was trying to get the idea into his brother's head.
"You do that, and one of you dies for sure. Are you going to volunteer?"
"Er, no…" Silas slacked off.
"Daddy?" Will didn't hear Shelly voice at first. "Daddy, what's going on down there? You've been gone so long."
Will turned his head without thinking. "Shelly, get back! Huunnngh!" he caught a fleeting glimpse of movement, whipped his head back and fired.
The shot rang like thunder inside the dome. Roxanne screamed. Silas bellowed a roar of pain. He crashed into Will, and they both went down in a wild tangle of arms and legs.