Back in Pickford's Meadows, life seemed perfectly normal over the weekend after their return on Saturday. The town was all abuzz with the news of Clete's latest hunting party, the wounding of one of the dogs, and how Jim Devereaux had advanced Clete several thousand dollars expense money.
DesirЋe had called Robyn and made an excuse for leaving her and Tanya so suddenly a few days before. Of course she withheld the story of her abduction and seduction by not one but ultimately three men. It was something she couldn't afford to tell anyone now, after telling Helen Buchanan, a mistake that led to her vile seduction in that woman's husband's study. No, those incredibly sordid stories could not be told to anyone, for the truth was mind-boggling. DesirЋe, by one means or other had had sexual intercourse with six different men in the matter of only two days, and she felt very unworthy of even being touched by her own wonderful husband.
She had found Robyn strangely subdued, though the grief she had vented at their last meeting seemed to have given way to a more mature attitude. Perhaps she had found a way of dealing with her uncle's demands, or perhaps she was carrying on with the affair and had changed her outlook toward the situation. Still, she was staying at the Devereaux home, though she admitted to having been at her parents', the Mitchells' home every night since DesirЋe's leaving suddenly for the Capital.
Rodney, on the strength of the pictures he had taken, had received a modest advance for a book, to be entitled The Devils of Pickford's Meadows, and a hefty fee for a magazine article detailing what had happened so far.
DesirЋe didn't know why, but the mere mention of Lobo, the dogpack leader, gave her the chills. She still had nightmares of being mounted and raped, in the way some other women in the neighborhood were claimed to have been, with two recurring scenarios: one, taken to bed by three men and then being invaded by the dog, and the other in a situation when she was forced to submit herself to save Mark from being killed by the dog. It was all the more real to her, since last night she had dreamed the first dream again, and two of the men present before the dog's arrival were those who had taken advantage of her at the Pace mansion.
Had it been rape? She had responded, in a natural way, but yes, the one with the gun had coerced her, frightened her into cooperating. What about after that, when the nice one had held her, and pleasured her with his thing inside her, and whispered softly to her? By then, she had no ill feelings toward him, and again had responded when the crazy one had entered her from behind. Oh, it was all so confusing. It just seemed that since Mark had started being cold toward her, the mere touch of a man, any man, was enough to arouse her. However, though she had been aroused several times, it had been other undue influences that had brought her to the ultimate physical acts that she now so regretted. Could Mark ever forgive her? But, no, he must never find out. It would spoil his feelings for her forever, to know what a slut she had been.
And with Clete. With Clete! A black man that she detested. Right now, the thought of having a black man's penis inside her made her sick. So why had she responded like a broody whore?
Rodney had spoken to her and he seemed very happy with his recent nibble of success. At least they had the money to pay their bills back home. And it seemed that they had been seeing quite a bit of Robyn Young lately, which made DesirЋe happy for she hated to see her friend lonely while she had been away so much with Mark.
After returning to town, Sunday had been quiet and she had done her usual solos with the choir at church, the choir she herself had trained. She felt like such a hypocrite even showing her face in church and letting people think, because of her presence there, that she was a good and pious person when she was actually no better, in her own eyes, than the lowest whore, and probably a bit worse.
Mark had made love to her Sunday night, finally, for the first time in a long time. Her pussy had still been a trifle sore from the drubbing it had taken by all those uninvited cocks in the previous few days, but it had felt very good, and very physically satisfying, though her pangs of conscience had stopped her short of total and complete emotional fulfillment.
Oh, would she ever feel clean again? Would she ever be the sweet and innocent girl she had been the week before, before going to meet Clete at the station and seeing that she had already committed adultery with him at a time she hadn't remembered, seduced back there in the mists of her unremembered past by Priscilla Devereaux and drugs.
Yes, that had been it. Priscilla, her enemy, had tried to corrupt and destroy her. Obviously, the motive had been jealousy, and her desire for Mark, whom she had lost before his meeting DesirЋe. Priscilla Devereaux, spoiled, selfish, and evil, had caused much of the hurt that DesirЋe was experiencing. How had she ever trusted that malicious young woman for a moment, enough to share an evening and a bottle of wine with her while she arranged a situation in which Clete could penetrate her tender body with his huge, black penis and be photographed in the act? It had been the end of her innocence and the beginning of her downfall, though she had never desired anything wrong, never sneaked away intending to do anything behind Mark's back.
She was feeling hate now for the people who had done this to her, Priscilla, Clete, those two abductors, and Buchanan and those other awful men, one whose name she did not even know. The amazing thing was that she had forgotten so much, had lived in blissful ignorance, until she had somehow recalled some horrible events, like the first time with Clete and the first time with Buchanan. How had she sublimated those things? Were there more disgusting things that she would remember some day, that perhaps had something to do with her recurring nightmares?
Now, she had learned to hate the people who had wronged her innocence. She had so much hoped to cause Buchanan difficulties with her altering of his computer files, but Mark had been on the phone with the great manipulator just this Monday morning, and no hint of a problem had there been. Probably just a minor nuisance, perhaps set right by the stock broker, Harry Wickes. DesirЋe was no expert on stocks, but she knew the general principles. Maybe they had seen through her alterations. As Harry had said, they didn't even add up. Who could know what they had found in the end? But she had no intention of letting Buchanan get away with what he had done. She would keep her eyes wide open, and someday, somehow, she would get even. And she vowed she would never be alone with that man ever, ever again.
It was only ten AM and she was very upset. She had never done it before so early in the day, but she felt like a glass of wine. So she poured herself one.
Billy Canning and Sam Quaid sat in the coffee shop just a few doors down and across the street from the police station. Billy was chain-smoking and Sam was beginning to get tired of the smoke. Plates of half-eaten, greasy food sat in from of them and Sam was getting tired of hanging around.
Sam was scared. Everywhere he turned, things were looking slippery. Billy was hyper, packing pistols, and Sam was sure he was going to make a move against Clete, a very badly-thought-out move that would backfire and leave them in the shit. He wanted to run, get away, and let Billy hang himself his own way. Sam figured that by now he had been loyal enough and it was time to start looking out for himself. Billy had changed completely from the school chum he had been into a paranoid-psychotic on the verge of exploding. He was obsessed with killing Clete to avenge his brother Johnny. And the more he panted and sweated and snorted coke and smoked hash and swallowed pills, the worse he got. There was no way he would ever be normal again this side of detox.
But he would never surrender himself to treatment. One needed to be at least slightly rational to do that, and he wasn't even that.
"We're gonna take him today," Billy said, and Sam read the insanity in his bloodshot eyes and knew it was true.
"You got a plan?"
Billy looked at his friend, twitching in a way that reminded him of a rat.
"Let's talk about it."
She used a silk cloth to polish the.38 special revolver, and she very carefully wiped all fingerprints from the bullet casings wearing surgical gloves as she inserted them in the cylinder. She didn't want to leave anything lying around that could be traced back to her. She had gone into the farm workshop and used the grinder to remove the registration numbers from the gun. She had been smart enough not to get a stainless steel weapon, for she hoped that a short time in the ground or in a river would make the gun completely untraceable, just in case she had missed something.
Priscilla had made her plans for the day, and top of the list was to kill DesirЋe in the forest and bury her body in a deep hole, which she had already dug. Priscilla's muscles were still sore from the effort, though she had been clever enough to wear gloves and avoid blistering her hands. Of course, it was not something she could give to one of the farm hands to do, and besides, it was on the Mitchell farm, in a remote corner of the property where only a psychic would think of looking.
Hate and thoughts of revenge had ruled the girl's life for over a week, and she was decided about whom to blame for her humiliation. Yes, she had set DesirЋe up for Clete to fuck her and be filmed in the act, though the planned blackmail had gone awry when the sheriff had stolen the video tape. But being made to have sex with a black man was nothing compared to being raped by three dogs while wallowing in one's own feces, which was what DesirЋe had made happen to Priscilla. Though the older girl had no concrete evidence of it, she could not think of anyone else with a motive for making the anonymous phone call that had lured her into unspeakable degradation.
Following the incident Priscilla had spent several days in a mental ward, struggling to deal with the reality of it, and of course, she had had to have surgical repairs to her vagina and anus after the bolting dogs had torn the bulge of their penises from the lock of her muscles. She had felt so humiliated, and still did, that ideas of revenge had swirled in her brain twenty-four hours a day. Since she had no way of finding the canine perpetrators except by seeing her father offer huge rewards to the mercenary sheriff, she had decided to go straight to the author of her misery. Killing violently the big-eyed, innocent, blonde piano teacher who had alienated Mark's affections was the only way Priscilla knew of exorcising the demons in her heart. To do it secretly would accomplish all her ends without jeopardizing her own existence and future with DesirЋe's husband.
Picking up the phone, Priscilla dialed DesirЋe's number. It was picked up on the fifth ring.
"Hello," came DesirЋe's faintly forlorn-sounding voice.
Priscilla hung up before the greeting was repeated. She knew that the blonde bitch was home. She packed the revolver, two boxes of cartridges, three speed loaders, and a pen and paper into a Gucci bag, and walked out of the house, passing the half-open door of her father's bedroom and hearing the excited moans of her cousin Robyn coming from inside.
Things have really changed lately, Priscilla thought. Though maybe not for the worse. At least Daddy's fucking someone.
It was a form of spying on her husband, Tanya knew, as she accompanied him to the sheriff's office. They had injured one of the – to her – loving animals and she and Liz considered it a smart move to quiz Rodney discreetly about Clete's activities in tracking them down. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep track of the dogs, though Tanya figured that they had a lair somewhere on a remote part of the Mitchell property – from which they made frequent visits to the reporter's lonely young wife at the house.
Tanya had insisted on coming along for this meeting and Rodney, much more concerned about her since the three occasions when he had enjoyed threesomes with her and Robyn, was happy to see her interest in his work.
Clete was standing at the front counter when they walked in. She had seen him before and detested his cockiness and his savage animal presence. It seemed as if his mammoth muscles would burst through his shirt at any moment. She had never liked black men, and couldn't stand this one. She had seen the lovely Nancy Pace a couple of times in town and she wondered that she could let this beast touch her at all, much less consent to marry him. But then, some women liked the exotic. Tanya, however, admitted that her feelings toward him could have been influenced by the knowledge that he was hunting her loving pets.
Clete eyed her briefly as they came in, and gave Rodney a brief smile.
"Thanks for showing your pictures to Devereaux," Clete said. "It secured me an advance." He lit a cigarette and motioned them to some chairs at a table near the door. "Of course, it's just expenses, but I'm thinking of renting a good bloodhound to track them."
"Good idea," Rodney said, sitting down with Tanya, toying with the SLR camera that he took everywhere with him. "I've had some pretty good advances myself lately. I dashed off the story and sent it to TIME. You're going to be the most famous lawman since J. Edgar Hoover within a few days, and I'm going to be out of debt."
"Lucky you," Clete said, taking an indolent drag on his cigarette. "But I won't be getting married until I've made at least one kill."
Lucky Nancy, Tanya thought, noticing the way his huge penis lay down against the inside of his left leg, the head delineated through the fabric of his trousers. It was huge! No woman could take that. Though when she thought of Bruno and Lobo, she admitted there was a rivalry. Funny that Clete should be chasing the other two biggest dicks in the county.
"Like a drink?" Clete asked, going to a cupboard behind the counter.
"Are you on duty?" Rodney asked.
Clete winked. "I got a duty to the man who's made me famous," he said, pouring Scotch liberally into some glasses.
Lobo ran at the head of his three younger offspring, Dusty, Sandy, and Bruno along a trail they had found a few days before. It was not a trail that a man would see, for it was a scent trail, and they were following the familiar scent of a human female, a scent they knew fairly well, harking back to the time among the big rocks near the Pace mansion where they had hurriedly enjoyed this female, and where they had also met the kind male who worked at the church. They were in rut, as usual, and the scent of the woman drew them toward what they expected would lead to gratification.
They broke suddenly into a large clearing among the trees and Lobo skipped aside to avoid falling into a deep hole beside a mound of earth. There was a shovel there, and a pair of gloves lay nearby, where the woman's scent was strongest. They sniffed and looked around, but were disappointed that there were no soft female buttocks to mount and no wet and fragrant female hole to sink their throbbing canine penises into. Their search had been tiring and they lay down there to rest. Soon it would be time to seek food, either from the young woman living down at the blonde female's house, or from Lobo's original mistress in another locale. If the doors were closed there, then they would have to hunt for a sheep or another animal. Or some carrion.
But right now they would rest.
Mark Denning drove a bit over the speed limit on his way back from Buchanan's house. He had been driving all that day, starting early in the morning, for an important meeting, but when he got there at 11:00 AM, he had found the big man in an agitated state, screaming imprecations over the phone, railing at his butler Nigel, picking up ringing phones, screaming more imprecations, slamming the receiver down, and calling for his secretary to get this or that man on the phone.
After fifteen minutes of that chaos, he had finally been nice enough to tell Mark that their appointment had been overridden by a huge crisis and that he would call him when things were sorted out.
Mark, ever responsible to his elected duties, got into his car and hurried off down the interstate, hoping to get back to Pickford's Meadows in time to deal with some things that now seemed quite mundane when compared to his new activities for the State Senate. He checked his watch and calculated that at his present speed he would arrive within two hours, perhaps less. Maybe there would even be time for a late lunch with DesirЋe, a bit of romance, and a chance for sex this evening. Did she need him as much as he needed her?
Priscilla braked her car in front of DesirЋe's home and sat there, trying to dominate the rage that, if she let it show, would spoil her plans. The Denning home was nice, though just a small three-bedroom and heavily mortgaged, a state that would alter for the better if Mark was elected.
She knocked on the door and waited a long time before DesirЋe opened. The blonde girl's face fell when she saw her nemesis standing there on the porch, and Priscilla was smiling so sweetly that her tender heart softened and she returned the smile, though a bit half-heartedly.
"Priss, what brings you here?"
"Just a friendly visit, Dez," Priscilla replied, stepping inside the door just a foot. "I was missing you."
DesirЋe was puzzled. "Missing me?"
"Yes, after our last evening together, I thought we had something special."
The innocent blonde blushed deeply and looked at the floor. "I-I didn't think we should be repeating that. It's not really my nature."
Priscilla touched DesirЋe's arm warmly. "Sweetheart, from the way it went, I thought it was completely in your nature."
"But-but you drugged me," the blonde protested.
"Not at all," Priscilla lied. "Unless you call pouring you a glass of wine drugging you. And, if my sharp nose doesn't deceive me, you do like wine."
DesirЋe, confused, looked up. "Would you like a glass?"
The older girl put her arm around DesirЋe's shoulders and walked with her into the small living room. "Sure, and we'll talk."
Priscilla got her glass of wine, but she hardly touched it, sitting across from DesirЋe and bringing up the subject of their last meeting, when the older girl had seduced the younger into a lesbian embrace which later gave way to sex with Clete when he had seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"I just don't remember all that well," DesirЋe said in a small voice. "But I wasn't raised that way. I know I didn't want to do those things."
"Neither did I," the other girl said, her eyes filling with crocodile tears. "But – Clete was blackmailing me, yes, me too. He said he wanted to fuck you and photograph you, so he could make it a regular thing and use you against Mark. He hates Mark. He'll use anyone and anything to destroy your husband. And, he's obsessed with you. Forget Nancy, he wants you, but he can't have you until Mark is out of the picture."
"He was blackmailing you?"
"Oh, yes."
"Is he still?"
Priscilla nodded in feigned distress. "Dez, we've got to stop him."
"But I stole the video, the other day. I destroyed it."
The older girl's eyes opened wide. "But didn't you know, darling. He's also got two rolls of still shots that he made me take. Don't you remember, or were you so turned on you couldn't see. He's got pictures of you that are every bit as bad as the video. Negatives, the lot."
DesirЋe's face dissolved into despair, and she covered her face with her hands. "Oh, no, Priss! I don't think I can bear it! What am I going to do?"
Priscilla put her hand on the girl's shoulder in sympathy, sitting close beside her on the couch, kissing her cheek like a Judas. "What are we going to do, Dez? He's got me as well."
The young blonde looked up. "He's got to be stopped. Mark can't know about what he made me do. He just can't!"
DesirЋe began to cry but the other girl hushed her. "Crying isn't going to get us anywhere, Dez. We've got to stop him ourselves."
"How?"
"We've got to go to him and threaten him. Make sure he knows that if he doesn't stop blackmailing us, he's going to go down all the way. Threaten to tell Nancy."
"But you said to forget Nancy."
"Maybe he doesn't feel the same for her as he does for you, Dez, but he knows he can't have you, and she's his only chance of respectability in this community. If he loses her and Mark gets him thrown out of his job, then he's in deep shit."
DesirЋe cringed at the coarse language. "He's got just as much to lose as we, doesn't he?"
"That's right, but he's got to know that we mean business."
"Priss!" DesirЋe exclaimed, remembering what the two young men had told her. "He killed that boy. Remember, the one they found in somebody's cow field? Clete killed him."
Priscilla stopped, her eyes narrowing. "How do you know."
"Because-because his brother told me. But he was sheriff, so he could cover it up and make it look like the dogs did it. He's an evil man, Priss, and I'm afraid of him."
"Well, we've got to confront him. He's out hunting the dogs right now, for the reward. He's killed people just to get the reward raised, and my dad's put up the money."
"Yes – why?"
The older girl felt her composure cracking as her mind touched on why her father had put such a high bounty on the dogpack. Of course DesirЋe knew why. It was she that had arranged Priscilla's own rape and degradation by the dogs! But she brought herself back to the matter at hand; the other girl mustn't know that she knew. "He had his reasons, so never mind. We've got our own problems, like bringing Clete into line."
"I wonder if he'll ever be punished for what he's done, to you and me and that boy."
"Let's get started on it then. We'll go meet him right now. Talk to him face to face. He's up in the hills by your farm now. It's a good place to talk where no one will hear what's being said."
"Is he alone? Rodney likes to go with him."
"If he is, we'll ask him for some privacy, but I just saw Rodney in town at the cafЋ."
DesirЋe nodded. "That's better. Should we go now?"
"Right now, kid, while the time is right."
DesirЋe went and put on some jeans and a T-shirt.
Ten minutes later they were driving down Main Street. Priscilla hurried their passage, for she couldn't afford to have anyone see DesirЋe in her company today. She didn't want anyone asking her questions after the little blonde bitch disappeared.
"That's Clete's car there," DesirЋe said as they passed the police station. "He's in his office."
The older girl thought fast. "No, he goes on foot, leaves the car for the deputy."
"Oh."
Inside the station, Clete glanced out the window as he saw a car speeding by at twenty-five miles over the speed limit. Seeing it was Priscilla's vehicle, he almost forgot it, until he saw that DesirЋe, his sweet fucking DesirЋe, was riding on the passenger side. In an instant he was on his feet. "What the hell!" He ran for the door, automatically grabbing a shotgun as he went.
Rodney followed, with Tanya close behind, and as he took the wheel of his car, they jumped in with him, Tanya in back and her husband in front. Now what the hell was DesirЋe doing with that auburn-haired bitch of Pickford's Meadows? Knowing how evil Priscilla could be, he felt immediate concern for the innocent, big-eyed blonde.
"You're not going without me," Rodney vowed.
"This has nothing to do with the dogs."
"Like hell it doesn't."
Clete had no time to expel the pair. He didn't want to risk losing the trail, and Priscilla's car was too far down the road now for him to waste time with any delay.
The two young men in the cafЋ saw Clete go, and though the sheriff was not alone, Billy was not deterred from his purpose. While Sam protested, he fired up his car and followed at speed, though at a discreet distance.
Mark was on the road into town when he saw Priscilla Devereaux driving past him, and he thought he caught a glimpse of DesirЋe's river of honey-blonde hair beside her. Was it? Yes, he thought it was. And while he was still pondering the possibilities of their being together, all of them distressing, he saw Clete's four-wheel drive, off-road Blazer go by at speed.
What was going on?
After a little more thought, Mark spun his car into a U-turn and followed.
"This is my father's property," DesirЋe remarked, somewhat surprised.
"The dogs have been sighted up here, and this is where Clete's been tracking them."
DesirЋe shivered. The disgusting animals were on her father's own property. "What if we run into them? The dogs, I mean?"
"Well, from what Clete told me, you know just how to handle them."
DesirЋe was taken aback. "What do you mean by that?"
"Oh, come on, DesirЋe, I know about you and Lobo."
"Me… and Lobo?"
Priscilla stopped herself. Let the little bitch try to act innocent. In just a little while, it won't matter one little bit. The car reached the end of the indistinct trail it had been following and Priscilla braked and turned off the car.
"Here we are."
Priscilla got out, and DesirЋe followed suit.
"What did you mean by that remark about me and Lobo?"
"Never mind, darling, let's get down to business with Clete. Forget Lobo."
"Yes," DesirЋe said meekly, then remembered her vow to get even with the men who had used her. She had tried with Buchanan, and would try again. Now, Clete. And, someday, she would do more than just scare him. For what he had done to her, he would have to suffer somehow, and perhaps her strange friend Priscilla had started the ball rolling right now.
Her strong legs carried her athletically on up through the forest behind the older girl, bravely going to face the man who had been her lover, her tormentor, and her enemy, never thinking that the woman who guided her was the worst enemy she would ever have and was leading her to her grave.
They walked for a good fifteen minutes, and DesirЋe in her building rage, managed to pull ahead so that Priscilla had to lead from behind, directing her by voice. They had gone over a mile when they suddenly burst into a large clearing.
And DesirЋe froze. Perhaps she had been expecting to find Clete there in some classic hunter's pose, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun with his rifle cocked on his hip, but it had never crossed her mind that she would find the entire dog pack, galvanized to alertness and ranged around her like hyenas, their hackles rising and their teeth bared. Priscilla, no less shocked, was still the first to act, and went straight up the nearest tree with an agility that surprised every living thing there.
DesirЋe clutched her hands to her soft breasts in a panic, then followed Priscilla up the same tree, but by then, the older girl was safely established on a branch and pushed DesirЋe back down to the ground. The blonde tumbled back onto her bottom, legs splayed and feet in the air, and looked up uncomprehendingly into the bore of the.38. Though it wasn't necessary for firing, Priscilla theatrically thumbed by the hammer.
"A surprise for me same as you," she said. "But it just couldn't be better, now could it?" This was perfect! The dogs would eat DesirЋe and she herself could be ever after in the clear. But what if…? "Time for a taste of your own treachery, bitch!"
"What? Priscilla?" DesirЋe gasped. "What do you mean?"
The older girl's face was a snarl, bared teeth beneath flared nostrils. "What I mean, slut, is that you strip. You've got thirty seconds to get your rags off or I'm going to punch you a second navel."
For the second time in a week, DesirЋe found herself looking into the bore of a gun, and had she been standing, she would have collapsed. "Priscilla, please…"
"Fuck that, bitch, no pleading with me. I'm going to watch you suffer the way I suffered with these beasts. Now get those clothes off!" And to show she meant business, she loosed a shot into the dirt beside the blonde girl's hand.
DesirЋe felt herself shuddering violently. She looked around at the dogs, which had been startled by the shot. Perhaps the dogs wouldn't kill her, but Priscilla would if she didn't comply. Struggling to control her trembling and the jelly weakness in her knees, she got up and braced her back against the trees, fumbling with her clothes.
"Did you hear that?" Rodney asked Clete. "That sounded like a gunshot."
"No kidding," Clete responded sarcastically, his ear trying to place the location of the report. Sounds in the forest were always hard to place, and he was not sure which way to head.
"Can you tell where it came from?"
"Over there, I think," Clete answered, his brow wrinkled with concentration. "Maybe."
"Well, it sounded like it came from that way to me," Rodney volunteered.
"Yeah, well…" Clete was indecisive and said, "Let's compromise. Half-way between yours and mine."
Rodney nodded eagerly, and turned back toward his wife. "Come on…" He looked all around. "Where's Tanya?"
Clete said, "Fuck Tanya, let's go," and he set off in the direction he thought they should go.
The wrong direction.
When she had heard the gunshot, Tanya had darted into the bushes and set off in her own direction. She thought she knew where they were, and she certainly wasn't going to lead them to her dogs. She also feared that her dear friend DesirЋe was in danger. The shot had sounded a long way off. She only hoped she would be in time.
The possibilities raised the hair on the back of her neck. Priscilla takes DesirЋe into the hills. Next they hear a single gunshot. Were they shooting at the dogs? If so, why only one shot? If not, at whom was the bullet fired?
Billy came around a curve in the dirt road and swerved to avoid a BMW that had gone into the ditch.
"Who was that?" Billy asked, pressing the accelerator down harder.
"I think it was Denning," Sam said, "but I'm not sure. Looks like he spun out in the dust."
"Did he see us?"
"I don't know. Looked to me like he was looking under the tires, but I don't know." Sam looked at his friend, wondering what he was planning. "Are you going to stop and help him?"
"Are you kidding?"
"But you can't do anything now. We've got to assume Denning knows we're here, and then there's the two people with Clete. What about them?"
"We'll take 'em out," Billy said, his eyes darting from the rearview mirror, to the road, to Sam's face. "Tired of waitin' man. They're all the enemy. We'll take 'em out. Clete, Denning, the bitches."
"Billy!" Sam shouted, aghast. "We can't take anyone out today, don't you understand? They'll hang us high, man. We can't kill all these people around here. We'll never cover our tracks."
"Fuck 'em, Sam, we're gonna do it. Just give me a clear shot at the black bastard. I'll wilt that big pecker for good."
Sam was terrified. Being with Billy in his state of mental instability was like being in a whirlpool, getting sucked toward the center and down to the bottom. The young man's mind was gone, and Sam wanted out. But something in him told him to stay with Billy and stop him from killing everyone. Clete, well, he deserved it, but the reporter and his wife had nothing to do with it. And why was Mark Denning up here as well? They couldn't shoot him. They would be running all the rest of their lives.
Running until they were caught and executed.
"Billy, Billy, Billy," Sam said. "Let's go back. Right now it's all wrong."
"No fuckin' way, Sammy boy. No fuckin' way. We're goin' all the way today."
Sam closed his eyes. Billy was taking him right into the jaws of fate, and nothing would stop him.
By the time Sam and Billy had gone by, it was too late to stop them. Mark got up from his inspection of the position of his right front wheel and cursed heartily. If he had only driven a bit slower and more carefully, he wouldn't be immobilized right now. Now he was afoot, unless someone came along by chance with the gear to pull him out.
Mark was more than a little worried now. The haste with which the three other vehicles were traveling gave him a definite feeling of impending disaster. Why had Priscilla and DesirЋe been together? Why was Clete following them, and the third car, why was it going so fast bringing up the rear?
Mark took off walking up the road in wake of the other three cars. Whatever was going on, he might get there in time to see the aftermath, which, he feared more and more, would be horrible. And what of his dear, sweet, misunderstood DesirЋe now?
At that moment, DesirЋe let her T-shirt fall to the ground. She looked up at Priscilla, and then diffidently followed with her bra, liberating her big, round breasts.
"Go on, slut," said the girl in the tree. "Get those pants off. Everything, I said. Jeans, socks, panties, tampons, whatever."
The blonde peeled off her jeans, and then tearfully removed her thin panties. "No tampons."
"Good," Priscilla said. She looked at the advancing dogs, who all kept their heads erect, not dropped low like skulking beasts, but lifted high in fearless defiance. She saw DesirЋe's apprehension and said, "Don't worry, slut. I'm sure you'll find a way to handle them. Now, I want you to rub your pussy, real good, get it nice and juicy." She brandished the gun. "Dez. I'm getting impatient."
The angel-faced blonde thought she would die of shame. Her cheeks were red as tomatoes, and then she looked behind herself at the dogs. They were approaching slowly. They were huge animals, far outsized for their breed, with a wolf-like quality she couldn't isolate, but they were distinctly feral. They didn't seem to be anyone's pets, though she knew that one of them had probably been Liz's pet Lobo. She remembered a few months ago, after Nancy Pace had been raped in that same vacant house that she herself had been… What was the word? Raped, seduced, coerced?
She remembered what Liz had said about Lobo when he got to a woman, remembered running from the house in horror. Things were beginning to come back to her now, and she was recalling other things now, and her straining intellect would have been able to isolate them if it had not been filled with terror and imagined scenes of herself being torn apart by four sets of savage jaws.
"Go on, Dez," Priscilla insisted. "Stroke that pussy."
DesirЋe's hands trembled as they moved down her creamy, unblemished belly to the thick, silken patch of butterscotch hair covering the tender pillows of her labia. She moved her finger into the slit, and found her clitoris, but she was so terrified that she failed to feel any of the arousal that Priscilla thought she would. She closed her eyes and tried harder, but the harder she tried to feel, the less she felt.
However, Lobo remembered her scent and approached her from the front as the others crowded around. His nose nuzzled at her honey-colored pelt and into the split between them, but her legs were so tightly closed, his tongue could not reach the sensitive well of her sex. With a bit of impatience, he nudged her harder, unbalancing her, and she had to quickly widen her stance to maintain herself upright, her thighs parting enough for access while her hands automatically reached out beside her and found support on the necks of two of the others. Lobo's soft, wet tongue whipped out and underneath her and swiped her center from anus to clitoris.
DesirЋe cried out, half in terror and half in surprise. This was awful, so awful, to be licked between the legs by a dog, fully in front of her gloating enemy Priscilla, and now, one of the animals behind her had begun licking as well, into the cleft of her buttocks and the moistening slit of her vagina. Two tongues, lashing ceaselessly between her legs. The feelings were strange, but not so much different than what the two strangers had done to her in the Buchanan mansion.
Oh! Ooooooooh! Felt strange, very strange! Felt good! Felt good? How could it feel good? It was wrong. Perverted and evil. But it did, it felt good.
She felt herself losing her balance again with the feelings that were making her weak in the knees and she set her feet wider apart again, giving the dogs yet better access to her feminine core. Looking down through eyes growing ever yet blurry, she saw the stainless-steel chain around the dog's neck. It was Lobo, and looking down at him as his tongue laved her vulva brought a forgotten image back to her consciousness. She knew this animal, this dog. This Lobo. He had done this before – to her. She remembered his licking her, stirring up feelings once, no twice before. Purely animal feelings, divorced from her mind and morality, merely brought up by the flesh of the animal's tongue stroking across the passive, excitable flesh of her clitoris and vaginal lips.
While Priscilla giggled from her perch on the tree truck, it went on, and DesirЋe lost track of time while her womb began to burn with animal desire. Her knees gradually bent, her hips pushing backwards to offer her parted buttocks and tingling anus to the dog behind her while Lobo went on swabbing her pussy from in front, their lapping tongues often crossing beneath her and swapping points of contact. She felt the electricity pulsing through her legs, felt her knees give while she rolled onto her back, her thighs now parting wide to give Lobo easy access while the other dogs went to her rosy, hard nipples and mounds of her jiggling breasts.
DesirЋe was moaning loudly, her belly shuddering with tiny orgasms, while Priscilla watched, wondering whether she should pull the trigger and end the younger girl's life and pleasure all at once.
"Oh, Priss!" DesirЋe gasped, rubbing her belly while the dogs licked her body all over. "This is amazing! Oh, it feels so gooood."
Damn, Priscilla thought. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it, but like Clete said, the dirty little slut likes dogs. Wonder if Mark knows…
The blonde girl, now sizzling with arousal, was wet from tailbone to pubis with her own secretions and the saliva of the dogs. She was writhing on the grass, jerking with joy, as Priscilla could see. And the dogs around her were getting excited as well. She could see the big, red torpedoes of hard flesh emerging from the hairy sheaths beneath their bellies, and the one that was licking her had a really huge one, like half a salami, and nearly as thick. But even his was no match for that of the even larger dog that was circling around her, darting his head past the bodies of the other animals to get an occasional taste of her sweet flesh.
DesirЋe was shaken by an orgasm that temporarily calmed her desire and caused her to wet the grass beneath her grinding bottom, and it was in that instant that the full horror of her position burst upon her. Looking around, she saw the fully distended penises, four of them, and knowing they were all meant for her, she caught her breath. No, no, no! This could not happen! She wanted none of the evil that Liz and Nancy had done, not that degradation. She had already gone too far, and she had no intention of submitting to one dog, much less four. With a flash of movement, she swung her leg over Lobo's head and moved to her hands and knees to crawl away, but she found her forward path blocked by the largest animal, and suddenly, two other dogs crowded against her, one on either side, blocking her lateral movement as well.
She felt Lobo's tongue lashing against her vulva again, preparing her, and she whined with despair and with the lightning-like sensations that shot through her womb. And then he was mounting her, his strong forepaws pressing in on her waist, his belly slotting into the cleft of her derriere, his rear feet preventing her from closing her knees. She bucked and struggled, feeling the broad tip of the dogcock butting against her buttocks and labia, searching for the vulnerable, tender, wet opening to her womb. She shifted her hips, trying to remove the target from his range, and Lobo growled. It was a terrifying sound, and then she froze when the jaws of the big one, Bruno closed firmly over the nape of her neck.
Lobo quickly found his position and as the swollen head of his cock found a purchase in her pulsing, dripping slit, his powerful hind legs propelled the shaft forward, into the delicate, juicy sleeve of her vagina. Her pussy stretched to near splitting, DesirЋe fought to catch her breath, her mouth open and her eyes wanted to pop from her head.
"Oh, no, no, no!" she screamed, turning her head to look up at the girl above her in the tree. "Priscilla! Oh, please, help me!"
But there was no help, and Priscilla sat on her safe perch laughing at the sight of the lovely, na•ve girl whose beauty and goodness had disrupted her life, humiliated in this fashion, mounted by a vile dog, her belly pierced by his huge, animal cock. It looked so incredibly obscene, the girl with her perfect, creamy, flawless body, kneeling on the ground, topped by a wild dog whose cock dwarfed that of most men, the petals of her tender, pink pussy clasped wetly around the throbbing red shaft. Halfway buried in her belly, the jerking member waited for full penetration, and the dog wasted no time in gathering his hind legs and shoving the great penis to the hilt in the girl's tiny vaginal sheath.
Visions of the past, sublimated and buried by Dr. Hemmings' hypnotic suggestions, rushed to her mind, and she understood many things, for she saw the past clearly now. This had happened before, once in her own bedroom at her parents' home, and once in their bedroom at Mark's and her house. The first time, Lobo had come interrupting a rape of her defenseless body by the young man, Johnny Canning, whom Clete had murdered. And that rape had been witnessed by the two young men that had abducted her last week and had their way with her. Lobo had come and saved her from being used and filled with the sperm of three different men, only to fuck her himself and to flood her womb after they had fled.
The second time had been one night when she and Mark had been happily together, ready to unite their bodies in love, but unfortunately having left the window open. Lobo had come in, and DesirЋe, believing him to be the animal that had killed the rapist Johnny Canning, yielded her body to him, again, to save Mark's life. While her mind and soul rebelled, her body had responded, and she had screamed out in one climax after another as her young husband, from inches away, had watched, masturbating at the lewd sight. She had done it to save Mark from the dog, but now she saw that it had been a waste of time, for it had been Clete that had killed Johnny Canning. The irony of that caused her to groan.
Yes, she had responded. Her vagina had accommodated the belly-distorting penis and responded, burned with passion and fire, gushed with liquid pleasure. Just as it did now, as Lobo, his tail waving in circles behind them, began pumping his giant cock in and out of the girl's newly penetrated sex hole. DesirЋe groaned with humiliation and shame while his shaft reamed her tender, unwanting belly. Deeper and deeper, he pounded his cock into her streaming, wet vagina, finding her deepest depths, drubbing the head against her cervix, his pre-ejaculate leaking thousands and millions of wriggly sperm into her hot hole.
DesirЋe trembled, trying to keep her body passive. She didn't want this, didn't want anyone but her husband. Didn't want Clete, or Buchanan, or Sam and Billy, or Priscilla. Didn't want any dog, would never touch a dog again. But her tender vagina, penetrated deeper and faster with each careful stroke, flowered open, feeling an amazing joy, against DesirЋe's will. The now receptive hole dilated and lubricated itself with hot juice, sucking audibly on the male shaft, and to her chagrin, the girl felt her hips begin to move in concert with his strong thrusts.
"No, nooooo," she chanted. She was lost. She was a slut, she knew, just as Priscilla had said, and she felt her womb flower open to Lobo's plunging penis. His belly hair brushed her anus, tickling her, and his big balls swung beneath her like a pendulum, beating against the base of her belly, on the soft pad of her pubic hair.
Priscilla watched triumphantly from the height of the tree, hearing the blonde's grunts of pleasure, the sucking sounds of the pink cunt on the cock as it drew pink ridges of inner flesh that clung to the huge shaft. Fuck, if Mark could only see his little sweet angel now, bucking her pussy back and forth on the dog's cock, he would never want to touch her again. If he could see it, maybe it wouldn't be necessary to kill her. He would never want to touch the dog-fucking little bitch again.
Again and again and again, Lobo sank his cock into the sweet, honeyed vagina before him. He was happy again, possessing this special, well-loved female that was pounding her backside back against his belly with the same force and speed that he hammered into her cunt. Priscilla watched her body move with an animal grace, her big tits swinging beneath her, the distended, pink nipples occasionally brushing the grass. Her pearl-clear skin was beginning to glow with the moisture of her arousal and exertion, a trickle of sweat running between her plump buttocks while her hot pussy oil dripped in a long string from her clitoris to the ground between her knees.
Tanya had been going for half an hour and she had heard no more shots, but she chafed at the time it was taking to find what she sought. DesirЋe was in trouble and she had to get to her, following some intuition that Clete and Rodney, of course, lacked. Her feet were sore in her new shoes, but she dared not sit down to rest. Time was against her. Somehow she knew that she would find her dear friend in some life-threatening situation, though she was pretty sure that her dogs would not be the source of that danger.
Her feet screamed as she put one foot in front of the other in the direction her instincts and sharp, female ears told her to go.
DesirЋe's thighs flexed rhythmically, driving her vagina back over the huge sausage-like penis of the dog, Lobo, mounted on her tender buttocks. She was humming mindlessly, panting with the exertion as she chased her orgasm. It was going to happen, like a volcano. During the last fifteen or twenty minutes, she had been shaken many times by small spasms of ecstasy as the hard male cock speared her from behind. But she was going to come hugely now, like never before, in this wonderful, lewd position. She was going to come, and scream out in passion and joy, and then be attacked by her conscience as always happened.
This had happened before. She remembered clearly now, all the times she had committed adultery with insistent and dissolute males, and with this canine now using her pussy, three times now. Oh, what a slut she was! Beyond redemption, a slave to males' cocks and these irresistible feelings in her hot, tight vagina. But for now, she must have release, for it burned like a fire through her loins and only an orgasm would extinguish it.
Lobo began fucking her faster. This lovely female that he loved so much was sucking the seed out of him with the hole between her legs, from the depths of his loins to the tip of his plunging cock, now he howled as it exploded up through that well-used conduit into her feminine sheath in long, hard spurts of thick, heated sperm. The sounds her pussy was making increased in volume as it poured into her, flooding her belly like never before, more than any man could release in six sex acts, enough to sire a thousand puppies.
DesirЋe screamed, her breath coming in savage, throaty grunts and her belly dissolved into hundreds of tiny spasms and wrenched her belly and cramped the muscles while her gushing vagina clamped down on Lobo's throbbing, squirting penis. The dog's chest heaved with his efforts while he howled with pleasure, his penile knot locking just inside DesirЋe while his balls drained into her.
The darling blonde girl's arms collapsed, her cheeks resting on the ground, her bottom lifted up behind her while the massive dog found himself immobilized. She cooed softly, like a baby, in deep satisfaction, trying to relax her pussy muscles enough to allow Lobo to pull free of her cuntal grip as he pulled nervously, tugging at her delicate inner membranes, drawing them out of her body. Finally, with a wet, smacking sound, the apple-sized lump came free. DesirЋe sighed, feeling Lobo's expended semen ooze out of her.
Priscilla watched the dog slime running in streams down her inner thighs from her gaping, red slit. She screeched her approval. This was getting good – but not good enough.
"Just fine, so far, Dez," Priscilla sneered. "You're living up to expectations. But now, I want you to freshen up your performance with a new routine. I want you to stay in that nice doggy position you're in and poop right there."
DesirЋe's face showed puzzlement. "Poop?"
"Yeah, kid, I want you to shit right there and roll in it."
The blonde's half-closed eyes widened in horror. Not only had she just been raped by Lobo again, but Priscilla had a gun trained on her and was demanding that she perform an intimate, private bodily function.
"But why?"
"Payback, baby. I want you to know how it feels."
"But, I know how it feels…"
"Not that, kid. How it feels to be degraded. Now lets see that little pink asshole produce."
DesirЋe's face was stricken with horror. "But-but I can't," she said positively. "Really, I can't."
"Let's see if this helps your sweet little bowels move," Priscilla said, thumbing back the hammer again.
DesirЋe was trying to do what Priscilla demanded, but now Dusty, the dog with the healing wound on his side, was mounting the darling girl, his penis starkly distended. From the tree, the older girl watched his big balls wobbling as he slotted his belly into the groove of DesirЋe's backside, saw the cockhead prodding at the vulnerable, sperm-flecked cuntal slit, which opened up before the thrusting shaft, the petals spreading accommodatingly as the long, thick cudgel of dogflesh sank deeply inside.
"Oh, nooo, not again," the blonde moaned as she felt the dog immediately beginning his animalistic rutting movements, driving his eager cock back and forth in her hair-fringed vagina.
At the same time as Clete and Rodney heard Lobo's howl of satisfied triumph and changed their direction of travel, Tanya heard the sound and began moving faster, changing her direction slightly as well. Now she was certain that DesirЋe and the dogs were together in the same predicament, that Priscilla Devereaux was there too. DesirЋe and the dogs! She hated to think how disgusting that would be for the lovely, innocent, blonde girl. It would do lasting emotional damage to Tanya's straight-laced puritanical friend. She had to get there fast to avert the worst, if she could.
Tanya moved on as fast as she could for another fifteen minutes, over the obstacles of rocks, bushes, and fallen tree trunks. She ran near to panic out of concern for DesirЋe until she could no longer postpone a rest.
The tired brunette stopped and panted, trying to catch her breath, with her hands braced on her knees. Hell of a friend she was when she couldn't even help her best friend!
Because of the tenderness of his healing wound, Dusty fucked the kneeling girl at a slower rhythm than his sire had, at the same speed as a loving man would. DesirЋe's hips moved at the same speed, pushing her vagina back and forth over the dog's cock, sheathing it with wet sucking sounds, giving great pleasure to her new canine lover as another orgasm began to bloom in her belly.
She moved faster, wanting the explosion of supreme joy to subdue her feelings of self-loathing and humiliation. She could hear Priscilla's obscene comments from the safety of the branches above and she tried to close her ears to them as she whipped her butt back and forth, each motion gradually raising her to her next shattering orgasm.
"Oh, look at that pink little ass go," Priscilla chanted. "Go, go, go! Looks like he's turning your rosy little cunt inside out. You're so wet we should have brought a drop cloth. Go, pussy, go! Wait 'til Mark sees these pictures. Click, click!"
Priscilla had no camera, for she had planned to kill the other girl, and one did not photograph such things, but she knew that thinking she was being photographed would increase the young bride's inner pain. DesirЋe gave a guttural groan and shut out her abductor's words. She felt herself melting inside, as if her guts were turning to lava and pouring out the sweet, quivering hole between her legs. She panted, doglike, with her efforts to attain ever greater pleasure, her big breasts bouncing off the backs of her arms, and the fronts of Dusty's hind legs were soaked with her juices.
He sped his thrusts as much as his injury would permit, and then yelped as his canine fluid exploded up from inside him, pouring into her vagina in long, ropy spurts, adding his own seed to what his sire Lobo had already left in her belly. DesirЋe screamed out another orgasm, her whole body shaking while Dusty struggled to dismount, his cock imprisoned in her cuntal grasp. He managed to get his right leg over her heart-shaped bottom and was facing away from her when another of his brothers, Sandy, jumped up on her.
Sandy's forepaws were scratching urgently over her ribs while he struggled to enter her still-occupied pussy, and the pain drove her to her next action. Reaching between her legs while Dusty barked and snarled at Bruno, the biggest dog, as the latter tried to make his move on the vulnerable female, she painfully worked her finger into her tight hole to pry the still-leaking cock out of her.
As soon as Dusty was free, he advanced on the feral and horny Bruno, whose evidence of arousal hung nearly to the ground, red and angry. But while Dusty and Bruno circled and lunged and nipped at each other, Sandy found DesirЋe's raw and defiled young vulva with the heavy tip of his pulsing cock. She choked as he rammed inside her to his furry hilt and followed quickly with the in and out fucking motions that instinct urged him to do.
"Oh, Priscilla," she protested, but her hips almost immediately began to follow his pounding cock as it slid freely in the semen Lobo and Dusty had poured into her. DesirЋe began to sigh. If he was like the others, he would take fifteen minutes to come and would bring her to half that many orgasms. She groaned and let her body take over.
Five minutes later, Tanya was able to resume her frantic search, though she feared she would be much too late. Still, she had to get to DesirЋe's side, whatever had happened. It was the least she could do.
Meanwhile, Clete and Rodney were undergoing the same problems of mobility over the uneven ground and the obstacles nature had put in their way.
"Keep that camera ready, Skinny Rod," Clete urged as they loped along. "You won't want to miss any of this."
"You're going to take a hide today?"
"Four, if possible. And a lot of money."
"We'll both be in the money if I can get good pictures of the hunt. Interviews with the seven women assaulted and raped by these dogs. It's a Pulitzer for sure."
"Sure, sure," Clete huffed. "Only move your bony ass."
Sam and Billy had undergone the same problems as everyone else, but because they were following Clete and because they were so untrained that they could not track an elephant through mud, they ended up far off of the trail of the sheriff they intended to kill. Instead, and solely by chance, they were approaching the scene of DesirЋe's degradation by a more direct route.
"I think we're following the wrong trail, Billy," Sam remarked, trying to catch his breath. "We're not going to be in any shape for a fight if we do find him. We've lost the element of surprise. We'll stagger out there like boxers at the end of fifteen, and he'll blow us away."
But Billy seemed to feel no fatigue. He was high on cocaine and utterly obsessed, nearly having forgotten his reason for revenge, his brother's murder. His irrational brain was fixed on one thing, Clete Anderson, the object of his hate, and he had left aside all fear and discretion. He was sweating freely, like an overworked horse and his heart pounded wildly in his chest, but the drugs he had inhaled kept rationality far from the present situation. He was carrying two pistols and a shotgun, while Sam reluctantly toted a small revolver, though he felt that at some time it was more likely that he should have to use it on his companion. His knees were aching from the pounding over the ground as they arrived, only by chance and by a serpentine route, near the clearing where poor DesirЋe was undergoing her ordeal, which now had passed beyond forty minutes while her would-be rescuers stumbled around in the woods.
And there, just thirty yards from where the young bride was going through the most humiliating and degrading experience of her life, Billy stumbled and hit his head.
Tanya happened onto the clearing so suddenly that it took her, and its occupants, by surprise. Bruno and Dusty, near to breaking into a savage fight, were startled and stopped their lunging and circling, and in a moment recognized their devoted friend and human lover. Tanya was shocked to see her best friend DesirЋe in an obscene dog-fucking position doing just that, her body jerking, bottom punching back at Sandy as if there were no tomorrow, while animal grunts of passion tumbled from her throat. Her fingers were clawing at the ground, pulling up tufts of grass, while Sandy was coming in her. Tanya could see the blonde's pussy sucking at the throbbing cock, heavy drops of sperm leaking from the tightly stretched rim of the delicate orifice.
Meanwhile, Lobo appeared to be aroused anew, his incredible cock protruding again from its furry scabbard, almost as large as Bruno's, which was fairly close to bursting. With the smell of females in the air, the animals were in a rutting, mating frenzy and it appeared that they would soon forget their companionship and go at each other's throats. DesirЋe did that to men, and male animals it seemed, without even trying or knowing she could. Tanya's main worry was that if they began a fight over possession of DesirЋe pussy, she might be seriously injured or killed in the dogfight. Lobo was coming around for another turn at the girl's sweet body and Bruno, nearly as large as a Shetland pony and with a penis to match, was clearly determined to sample what the others had already enjoyed.
DesirЋe was alternately sobbing and groaning with pleasure in a way Tanya had not thought possible for the chaste, prudish blonde to do. Look at that sweet pussy go, she thought as she watched DesirЋe churning her tightly expanded cuntal foramen around the swollen cock. Sandy was struggling to get the bulge of his cock free of her vagina's tight-muscled grip and with the way Lobo was stirring things up, Tanya feared that that cock knot would tear the poor girl asunder. She had to do something to calm Lobo down, and she did the only thing she could think of.
Reaching up under her skirt, she slid off her panties as she kicked off her shoes, hiked up her skirt, and assumed the dog position on the grass where Lobo could see her. Reaching between her spread thighs, she rubbed her pussy to bring up her lubrication and her irresistible feminine aroma. She saw Lobo jerk, saw him sniff, and then immediately circle around behind her. Lobo mounted her and buried his cock in her receptive and willing cunt and began his fuck-strokes that would soon bring them both to orgasm.
Tanya succeeded in catching DesirЋe's eye, and the blonde gasped and groaned with shame.
"Oh, Tanya! Please don't watch!" she squealed as Sandy finally slid his oozing cock out of her cunt and backed off, making way for Bruno, who was nearly in a state of madness.
"Don't worry, kid, I won't tell a soul if you don't." Already Tanya was feeling the heat of her passions, a purely biological reaction to the friction of Lobo's massive cock, and she began to move to pleasure both him and herself. Her eyes began to narrow with the familiar feelings at the same time as Bruno reared up and settled on DesirЋe's uplifted buttocks. She moaned and sobbed at the inevitability of it as she felt his ponderous cock swinging back and forth between her parted thighs, banging against one and then the other of her sperm streaked legs. The tip of the horse-like cock pushed against the split mound of her pussy, finding the slit, mashing against the fiery clitoris, then finding the tight, raw loop of her cuntal orifice. Immediately, he romped forward, sliding easily on the sluice of his partners' seminal cream, parting the delicate walls in rippling waves before the tunneling head, until it was interred to the hilt, nearly twelve inches of vile, wild dog cock buried in her unwanting belly.
DesirЋe cried out, and then yelped sharply as Bruno, without a moment's hesitation, began fucking her as neither he, nor she, had ever fucked before. "Oh, oh, ooooooooooh," howled the young blonde bride as she felt her cervix pushed up into her belly as far as her navel. If she had thought the others were savage-fucking, heavily endowed beasts, then this animal was the daddy of them all. She felt his huge balls swinging up beneath her on each stroke to collide with her tender, hairy pubis, wringing a surprised cry of pleasure from her each time they beat against her super-sensitive clitoris.
The sound of the abused blonde's voice carried to Billy and Sam, as the latter was just bringing his friend around from the trip over the exposed tree root, which had stunned him slightly. At the sound of DesirЋe's pitiful cry, his eyes sharpened and he sprang up.
"She's fucking him," Billy said, drawing his gun and checking the load. "Clete's fucking the bitch and I'm going to whack him while he's on the job."
Sam was horrified. Billy would shoot DesirЋe in the process, and that just wouldn't do. Sure, she had a taste for black cock, but Sam couldn't forget the way her eyes had looked into his when they were coming together, the way she had cooed when he flooded her cunt with his cream. She belonged to him, at least a part of her, and Billy mustn't be allowed to hurt her. As for Clete, he could watch out for himself, and Sam was happy to let him die. He had murdered Johnny after all.
Sam tried to prepare himself as he followed his crazy friend. He could tell that the sounds were coming from fairly close by.
The sounds of DesirЋe's moaning voice caused Clete and his companion to stop in their tracks.
"Did you hear that?" Clete asked Rodney.
Rodney's eyes were wide. "Think so. Sounded like DesirЋe's voice. She's the only one in the world with tones like that."
The sheriff listened carefully, hearing distant sounds of torment – or passion. His hand shot out and he starting running. "That way."
Rodney followed.
It crossed Mark's mind that he would have to get more exercise and fewer lunch cocktails with his political associates. The breath was burning in his tortured lungs and his run was down almost to a walk. He had thought he heard a distant gunshot, nearly an hour ago, and he had begun to run, but his physical conditioning was not up to the demands of the situation. He was nearly to the forest toward which he had seen three other vehicles driving. How he would find them once he got into the trees was anybody's guess.
Things went through his mind. Priscilla was a malicious bitch, and selfish beyond understanding. Mark berated himself for ever having had anything to do with her, and hating himself for their brief, ill-advised affair. He knew that the auburn-haired harridan still entertained ideas of resuming their relationship, and he now knew that she was not above exposing DesirЋe to anything that might get him back into her life and her bed.
Priscilla brayed with laughter from the part-concealment of the tree, and from her position beneath Lobo, Tanya looked up, seeing the gun in the grinning woman's hand.
"Go on, bitches," Priscilla screeched. "Get on down with those fucking dogs. That's all you're good for now." And she laughed in a high, manic voice at the sight of the two friends kneeling on the ground in bestial passion.
At that moment, Billy and Sam arrived at the edge of the clearing and without breaking from cover looked up at the woman howling with laughter in the tree. They recognized Priscilla Devereaux, her beautiful face distorted by insane hate and perverted emotions, like the jealous queen that killed Snow White. But this fairy tale princess was blonde and she was kneeling subserviently beneath a huge German Shepherd dog being fucked out of her mind.
Sam had never seen such a large dog of that breed. He would have stood hip-high to the tall female with which he was now copulating and his penis was like something from a nightmare. When he drew back, leaving some of its length still buried in the girl's body, fully nine inches emerged, nearly turning her pink vagina inside out, nearly two inches of her delicate, inner tissues pulling out of her, which then folded back inside her as the animal thrust forward with an audible wet sound. The ponderous size of the dog's organ kept him from moving at the normal canine speed of copulation. He thrust slowly, his uplifted tail waving happily behind him, his long tongue drooling slaver onto the smooth sweep of the girl's back.
But DesirЋe was not an unwilling participant, Sam could see. She was jerking and bucking and moaning with pleasure, her knees placed wide on the grass, parting her sweet asscheeks and scrubbing her winking, twitching anus against the fur of the dog's belly. In the last hour, she had developed a skill for having sex with large dogs, and the motions were becoming natural to her. At times she became so avid that she would rise up on her toes, lifting her bottom high, to sheath the giant cock. And, Sam could see, it was nearly three inches thick. How the tight, little pussy he had fucked last week could accommodate such a huge organ, Sam did not know, but it was the most amazing, lewd sight he had ever seen.
At this moment, Rodney and Clete arrived at the clearing from another direction, and true to the hunter's craft, stayed within concealment, as did the other two men across the ground from them. Rodney, his eyes catching the amazing sight of two women in sexual congress with dogs, went to work right away with the camera. He had expected to see DesirЋe here, and though he was completely taken aback at seeing the beautiful, prudish girl squealing and jerking on the giant dog's glistening wet cock, he made sure he captured every detail with his camera. The other girl's face was turned away, and he assumed that it was Priscilla who was being serviced by the other dog.
Fuck! This is worth a million bucks! Two innocent women being raped by dogs, and then responding passionately. He clicked away ceaselessly. The fact that DesirЋe was doing this was chilling, and the pictures were much too explicit and obscene for any national publication, but they were proof positive of the truth of the story that he had been trying to investigate all summer, a cult of bestiality, like rumors of a witch coven in Iowa, or UFOs in Texas. Rodney finished a roll of film, changed cameras, and when that was empty, re-loaded them both.
He needed a different angle and in disregard for any other consideration, broke cover and ran around the edge of the clearing, in plain sight of Sam and Billy.
Clete cursed, for the reporter was disturbing the scene. He had to get these dogs today, and he felt he could do it as soon as they had climbed down from the two unfortunate women, but he could not take a chance on hitting them with a wild shot while they were being fucked by the dogs. Now, Rodney was ruining everything.
Yes, thought Tanya, when she saw him. The silly idiot is ruining everything, and she saw the astounded look on his face as he moved to a different point and saw that it was his own wife being shagged silly by Lobo. He was so shocked that he held his finger down and the camera was taking pictures of everything on its own.
"Tanya!" Rodney gasped, watching her humping her hot, wet pussy back onto Lobo's huge cock.
"Rod-Rodney," his wife choked, "f-forgive me, honey. I can't stop myself."
Rodney looked up and his camera caught Priscilla in the tree as she screamed with laughter. That clearing in the forest was a scene of utter madness, of rutting dogs and degraded women, of hate and malice and animalism, with sweet, lovely DesirЋe Denning at the center of the whole thing, the focus for the drives of the dogs and the insanity of the madwoman in the tree. It was beyond belief. Rodney had always worshipped DesirЋe, the silver-voiced angel too beautiful, too pious to be a nun, now spitted on the huge cock of a wild dog and whinnying like a mare in heat.
DesirЋe looked up as another cataclysmic orgasm began to wrack her body. Her insides were melting with ecstasy, her skin burning, and she felt rivers of sweat running off her. Heavy droplets of it were dripping from her swollen, red nipples as they danced upside down beneath her. Bruno whined and then seemed to roar like a lion as the most gut-wrenching coming of his life shattered his loins. Priscilla, as well as all the men watching, saw his enormous, buried penis expand and throb, pumping his virulent sperm deep into DesirЋe's forever-stretched vagina, filling her to the scuppers. She saw the thick, white liquid explode from the tightly-locked rim of her tender hole to run in thick rivulets down her quivering thighs to pool in the hollows behind her knees or to cascade like a waterfall from her bursting cunt to the grass between her knees. All the dogs stopped still, watching their companion gushing his cream into the squealing, grunting female beneath him.
Priscilla was looking down, and expected Bruno's apple-sized knot to weld him to DesirЋe for half an hour, but the blonde relaxed her muscles and let it slowly slip free, coated with the juices of her passion and the emission of four lusty German Shepherds. And while her sweet, honeyed womb teemed with the foreign sperm of those great animals, Priscilla, regardless of the reporter standing in plain sight snapping pictures, snapped.
"Time for payback, you bitch!" Priscilla cried, furious that DesirЋe had derived so much joy and pleasure from being mounted and humiliated by four rutting, savage dogs. She swung out of her partial concealment, her left hand holding onto a branch above her head while her right raised the revolver and pointed it at poor, spent, trembling DesirЋe, who was trying to raise herself from the subservient position she had been in for over an hour. "Eat lead, you dirty blonde bitch!" And she fired.
The bullet struck the ground between DesirЋe's knees, splashing the puddle of dog jism there in myriad droplets over DesirЋe's sweat-coated belly and breasts. She cried out in terror and tried to scramble up from her sore, painful knees, but Priscilla was already aiming, more carefully this time, for the kill.
At the same time as Clete bounded out into the clearing with his shotgun, Sam stood up thirty feet away. He had seen DesirЋe's danger and he acted without thinking, his pistol firing wildly at the tree. Most of the bullets went wild, but one of them struck flesh, hitting Priscilla in the wrist, shattering it, while the shards of bone shredded the flesh, completely severing the hand, which kept its grip on the branch while its owner tumbled untidily to the ground. She came down hard on her cheek, the stump of her wrist spouting blood from the artery, but her rage dampened the pain and where she would normally have collapsed in shock, she came up firing. One bullet struck Sandy behind the shoulder. The next one hit Sam in the knee.
Sam felt his leg give beneath him and the unbearable pain of the virtual amputation, and he returned fire. Clete loosed a shot at Priscilla, missing with most of the pellets, though some hit her face and blew out one of her eyes. His next shot cut Sandy in half.
Priscilla was still shooting and her next bullet, fired one-eyed, caught Sam in the chest, and another made a hole perfectly in the center of his forehead. He toppled back, his last sight that of DesirЋe as she scrambled stark naked away with Tanya into the bushes, followed by the dogpack leader. They huddled behind a boulder while Lobo, still aroused, sniffed at their dripping cunts.
Tanya turned to the dog, grabbed his face between her hands, and said, "Go, Lobo! Get out of here!" And she gave him a slap to get him moving, while DesirЋe watched her in horror. She had helped the raping animal escape! It was unbelievable!
In the clearing, Billy saw his friend die, and opened up with both pistols, riddling Priscilla's dancing body as she stood there. Clete pivoted and let the wild young man have the next one, splitting his vitals with a perfectly-placed shot to the lower belly. One of Priscilla's last bullets struck him in the neck, shattering his spine to shrapnel and removing his head in a bloody spray.
But still Priscilla was operating. She used a speed loader to recharge her weapon while Clete turned to fire at one of the dogs, hitting Dusty with a well-placed shot. He used his pistol to quickly finish that fallen dog, and then turned toward Bruno. He had two skins now, and a third would make him rich.
Clete felt a burning pain in his thigh and he felt the strength going from his stance. He dropped to one knee, feeling the blood soak his jeans from a severed artery. He looked up and saw Priscilla coming at him, her face torn on the right side and her eyeball hanging in tatters on her cheek. Her blouse was holed in places and she was covered in blood spouting from half a dozen wounds. With peripheral vision he saw Bruno bounding into the undergrowth while he brought up his shotgun and fired his last two shells in Bruno's direction. Then, bringing out his pistol, he punched two bullets straight into Priscilla's heart, ripping it to shreds on the way through her body and out the other side in a spray of blood and flesh. But not before one of her bullets had punched into his upper chest.
DesirЋe saw Priscilla crumple like a house of cards while Clete toppled back, clutching one hand to his chest and one to the torn flesh, bleeding severely at the back of his thigh. He lay there, staring up at the sky. Rodney stood there, frozen to his spot at the edge of the clearing, taking picture after picture.
When the shooting stopped, the silence was shocking. DesirЋe and her friend carefully, timidly raised their heads and looked at the scene of carnage. Two dogs lay dead and unmoving, as also the headless corpse of Billy. Sam's sightless eyes stared up at the sky. Priscilla was a bloody mass gasping her last in the midst of a crimson pool, her beauty destroyed by her own acts.
Seeing Clete, DesirЋe cried out and ran to him, cradling his dark head and kissing his lips. "My darling Clete," she sobbed. "You saved my life."
Tanya was behind her, fitting DesirЋe's dress over the girl's shoulders as she wept into the black man's face. "Here, baby, let's get you dressed."
DesirЋe shook her hair out of the dress. "Not important. He's dying, Tanya. You must get help."
"Will you be all right?"
"There's nothing here that can hurt me," DesirЋe answered. "Not now. Please! Go!"
Tanya turned and ran into the forest. She hadn't gone far before she ran into Mark, struggling along blindly. She hurled herself into his arms. "Mark! Mark! Clete's been shot. Everybody's been shot."
"DesirЋe?" Mark screamed.
"No, she's okay. She's with Clete. He's been shot. You must get an ambulance."
Mark nodded. "I did. I called for help on my portable when I heard the shots. It shouldn't be long now." He took the panic-stricken girl by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Tanya! Take me to DesirЋe."
When he arrived at the clearing with Tanya, he found DesirЋe, disheveled, holding Clete's head, her rumpled dress covered with blood. She looked up at him, and took his hand.
"Mark," she said, "please call an ambulance. Clete's hurt badly."
The young politician looked around the clearing at the carnage, the bodies of the two drug pushers, two of the dogs, and Priscilla's blood-soaked heap of flesh. "What a scene! But, DesirЋe, are you all right?"
The lovely girl turned her blood- and dirt-streaked face up to his and said in a strong voice, "My love, I'm just fine. They didn't touch me."