THE WARDEN'S DAUGHTERS
By Jon Reskind


BOOK 1

Chapter 1

Spring had long since settled on the idyllic small town campus of the Freeman Elliott
College, and summer was closing fast, turning the pale greens and pinks of spring to
the richer hues of June, July and August. The founders of Freeman Elliott College had
wisely remembered to leave the huge oaks, maples, and pines that gave the hilltop
location such a feeling of peace and tranquility when they cleared ground for the brick
buildings of the small conservative coeducational college just after the turn of the
century. But if the trees had weathered the battles with the contractors and the many
subsequent expansions, the academic institution itself had fared Jess favorably. Small
private schools, unless noted for academic excellence or societal prestige, were suffering
from the effects of inflation and the wind down of the war in Vietnam. Male students as
a whole felt less inclined to use college as a draft shelter while boys and girls alike were
opting by the thousands to skip college altogether. So it was with this forced economy
and lack of funds in mind that the administrators of Freeman Elliott had decided to
cancel their planned summer credit program.
The Parker girls, known that way to almost everyone, as they seemed permanently
inseparable, had received the notice with more than a bit of concern. The cancellation
left them with no place to go for the three months that remained before fall classes
began, unless they chose to live alone at home and hope for summer employment.
Annie Parker Armstrong, their twicedivorced mother, had passed away after a lingering
illness in late October. Their welfare was now the concern of one, Hinton Wallace, trust
department manager of the Citizen's Bank and Trust in their home town, who
administered the modest funds that their mother's estate had provided for them. Mr.
Wallace was not the sort to approve of any summer plans that included trips to Europe
or the Caribbean, nor even of a leisurely summer at home that failed to include
employment. More than likely he would insist on a term at his bank in some menial
capacity at wages that would make a illegal immigrant laborer recoil in horror.
The younger Parker girl, a blue--eyed blonde at eighteen, was lying quietly on her bed
in the room she shared with her sister when twenty year old Melinda Parker suddenly
rushed in as if the police were at her heels. Bonnie sat bolt upright just as her older
sister slammed the door.
"Melinda, what on earth is wrong with you?" she said with her soft Southern drawl.
"You look like you've seen a ghost!"
Melinda pushed her dark brown hair out of her eyes and flopped into the room's only
chair, one of them having disappeared during a post-exam party they had
spontaneously thrown with some of the other girls from the ivy-covered dormitory. The
window was wide open, letting in a cooling breeze that was nonetheless laden with-the
forebodings of a hot, humid Georgia summer. "Let me get my breath back, Bonnie
honey, and I'll tell you," she gasped, her face flushed and her forehead beaded with
dewdrops of glistening perspiration. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a clinging
white cotton blouse, usually strictly verboten at Freeman Elliott, but permissible now in
the limbo between semester exams and the closing of the campus. "I'll tell you, Bonnie,
what I have to say is almost like hearing from a ghost! I've got a letter here... " She held
up a white envelope that bore the scribblings of old age. "... from Daddy!"
Bonnie fell back onto her pillow, disinterested. "I've told you before, Melinda, I don't
want to hear about that disgusting man called 'Daddy'. He's not my father... nor yours
either."
"No, not Daddy Armstrong, silly! I wouldn't even open a letter from him... unless it
had a check in it."
Bonnie snickered disgustedly. "Sure. A check! Wouldn't that be a laugh! Man, he took
off like a purse-snatcher when Mama died, and we're not likely to hear from him again.
That is, unless one of us gets rich and he thinks there's money in it for him."
"Yeah, I always wondered when I was a kid why he never officially adopted us. You
know, why our last name was still Parker when Mama was an Armstrong. Well,
anyway, hold on to your hat... this letter is from our real father, Captain Amos Parker!"
Bonnie came off the bed like a fire had been lit under it. "Daddy Parker! How did he
even know where we were! What on earth did he write us for?"
Melinda averted her eyes from her sister's for just a moment and in that split-second,
some intuitive family communication was made between their minds. Bonnie's mouth
dropped open and she looked at her sister in wide-eyed disbelief. "Melinda, you didn't
write him and tell him where we were, did you?" When her older sister looked away
without answering, she knew what the answer would be. "Melinda! You did write him!
You broke our promise to Mama! We told her. we wouldn't get in touch with him for
any reason and you did it anyway! Oh Melinda, how could you! She's dead and now
you've broken a promise! I..."
"Oh, Bonnie, for fuck's sake shut up! I'm sick of listening to you and that silly shit
about Mama and death-bed promises and all! Just can it, all right! I wrote our father
because I wanted to and that's that. I signed the letter, not you, and the reply is to me
alone. So if you don't like it, just bug off. I've decided that I'm going to visit him! You
can do whatever you like this summer... I'm all set, myself!"
The young long-haired blonde looked as though she might be trying to speak, but her
mouth just kept opening and closing like a fish out of water. "M-Melinda, I've never
heard you talk like that!" she managed finally. "What's come over you? Have you lost
your mind?"
"Oh, Bonnie, sit down and let me try to explain." Melinda sat on the edge of her chair,
her legs folded under her, and kicked off her sandals. "Listen, Sis, what do you know
about our father? About Captain Amos Parker?"
"Well... I know that he runs a prison or something awful like that, and that he's mean
and nasty, and that he ran Mama and us away when we needed a father most. And I
know that..."
"Hold it, Bonnie. You're doing just what I thought you would... what I did until a few
weeks ago. You're just mouthing all the things that Mama drilled into our
impressionable little heads over and over. You don't know that any of what you've said
is true. You couldn't... I was only five when we left, and I doubt I could really recall
what Daddy looked like even if I tried all day. So what it comes down to is this: We
don't really know anything about Amos Parker at all, now do we?"
"But Melinda! All those terrible stories Mama used to tell us, how could you forget
those! About that horrible old prison he runs... the beatings and those poor men half
starved to death! How can you say we don't know anything about him? Any man who
would treat people like he did... and how about how he beat Mama and threatened to
strangle you and me in our sleep if she didn't wait on him hand and foot!? Why, you
know what kind of a man he is!"
"I don't know anything at all about him! That's what I'm trying to tell you. I'm tired of
listening to hearsay when I have the chance to see for myself! Can't you understand
that?"
"And you're going to that awful prison for the summer?" Bonnie's nose wrinkled in
disgust at the very sound of the word... prison.
"Honey, I don't think they're going to chuck me in with the prisoners. At least not
right away... and how about you? Going with me, or not?"
"You know I can't stand the thought of being alone back at that big empty house an
summer with that disgusting Mr. Wallace running around counting pennies... but going
to visit a jail! I just couldn't!"
Melinda shook her head and climbed out of the overstuffed chair. "All right, but just
read the letter before you make up your mind. He doesn't sound half-bad to me. Here,
read it."
The teenage blonde took it between two fingers as if it were straight from the Devil
himself. "Okay, I'll read it, but I'm not making any promises, understand? No
promises!"


Chapter 2

Cold Gap was as close as the Trailways local bus could take them to the prison. Cold
Gap was a dingy, peeling, clapboard town stuck dead-center between two richly forested
Appalachian foothill ranges. It was here from the local gasoline service station-cum-bus
depot, that the two teenaged girls called the office of the Athens Prison Farm, forty-four
miles away. The aging, solitary attendant who ran the station seemed to be occupied
with eyeing the two Parker girls in the most blatant display of voyeurism either of them
had ever witnessed. Bonnie was more disturbed by the balding man's cold-eyed
appraisals than Melinda, so the older girl sent Bonnie to make the phone call,
volunteering to make the supreme sacrifice of remaining behind with "Willie", as he
caned himself.
"You girls, uh, you got kin up there at the Farm? If'n you do, it won't do you no good
to ring 'em up now. Visiting day ain't till Wednesday. You might have to put up
some'rs here in town until the Farm bus comes in on Wednesday for visitors. Maybe
rent a room or som'n."
Melinda gave him just the faintest hint of a smile. "Uh-huh, and did you have some
place in mind, Willie? I mean, a room and all?" she said, purring with more Southern
sweetness than she'd mustered in ages.
Willie was suddenly seized with a brief coughing spell, but when he managed to get his
breath back and down a quick slug from his hip-pocket bottle of moonshine, there was
a gleam in his eyes that looked like the headlights on a '54 Ford. "Well, missie, you
might just be in luck," he said excitedly. "I own this here station and that house out
back. Nobody livin' there but me and my dawg. I could let you two fine ladies stay in
the extra bedroom... for maybe a dollar a night. You won't find nothin' no cheaper
down the road, 'cept maybe Miss Pollard's place and I hope to tell you that place ain't
fit for nobody."
Melinda gave him a fluttering eyelid look that could have brought a corpse out of rigor
mortis and she could feel his temperature rise from across the room... she was a tease,
and she knew it. A "prick tease", as some of the boys called her, but she didn't mind
what they said about her. If she wanted to have a little fun with a wrinkled-up horny
old goat like this one, well, she figured it was her business. "Willie," she said. "I think
that's just mighty fine, you offerin' a place for my sister and me and all, but I reckon
Daddy'll make some kind of arrangements for us out at the Prison Farm."
Willie was scratching the three day growth on his chin, his eyes narrowed into a squint
that twisted his whole face sideways. "Daddy? I thought you said you were visiting a
prisoner out there? Them inmates don't make no 'rangements for nothin', 'cept gettin'
out o'there."
"Oh, I didn't say that... you did. We're here to visit our Daddy... Captain Amos
Parker."
Willie was suddenly seized by another coughing spasm, this one even more cataclysmic
than the first. "C-Captain Parker is your father?" he managed incredulously. "Captain
Parker that runs the whole prison farm?"
Melinda started to answer, but she was spared the bother by her younger sister's well
timed entrance. "Daddy Parker wasn't there," she began. "But he left word with his
housekeeper. I talked to her... some woman named Agnes, I think. Anyway, they're
sending in a car to pick us up and we're to wait at Miss Pollard's, wherever that is.
They're supposed to be expecting us for lunch."
Melinda turned to the gasoline station owner in mock surprise. "Miss Pollard's. Why,
Willie and I were just talking about her place. What a coincidence. Is it very far, Willie?
He had recovered himself well enough to poin in the general direction of the center of
town, where a greenish bronze statue of some unsung Civil War Confederate general
stood surrounded by stately oaks and a leaning wrought-iron fence. "Just past the
square... on the right."
Melinda gave him a tiny bow that was almost a curtsey. "Thank you, Willie. It's been so
nice talking with you, maybe we'll see you again." She winked conspiratorially at him
and saw his already ragged breathing become more irregular. Moments later, the two
Parker girls were back out in the scorching Piedmont sun, faced with the unenviable
task of lugging two heavy suitcases halfway across the width of the miserable little
town. Melinda turned and ducked back inside the stuffy glass office for the service
station. "Oh, Willie, is there a taxi or something that we might call? It's an awful long
ways down there and it is mighty hot out."
"No, ma'am, there ain't no taxis in Cold Gap. But I reckon I could run you down in
the pickup." He seemed to think for a moment. "Cost you half buck, though, 'cause I'll
have to lock up 'til I get back."
"You've got a deal, Willie. Fifty cents it is," she agreed, and then offered him her
suitcase as he hurried past to crank up the aging pickup truck. He paused and looked at
the bag for a few seconds, and then shrugged and took it from her, as well as the one
from Bonnie, and tossed them into the back of the truck.
"All right," he said unhappily. "Let's go see Miss Pollard."


Chapter 3

Before the sound of a wheezing horn outside told them the car from the Athens Prison
Farm had arrived, Melinda and Bonnie had worked their way through the most
memorable meal of their lives crisp Southern fried chicken, cold ham and potato salad,
creamed corn, and of course, the always present turnip greens. They were just biting
into Mildred Pollard's home-made pecan pie when the driver came in to get them.
Their genial hostess had been the pearl of Southern manners and courtesy, though she
was obviously dying to know more about the Captain's mysterious two daughters. Who
were they and where had they come from after all these years? She herself had lived in
Cold Gap all her life, but she had never even known that Amos Parker was married! Of
course, he never came into town much now and never at all in the old days, so it was
quite possible she had never known his wife... that is, if he was married! Mildred could
hardly wait for the girls to be on their way so she could phone Louise at the telephone
exchange and. fill her in on all this excitement. New arrivals in Cold Gap; why it was
unheard of!
"Afternoon, ladies," said the husky-looking blond young man that stood quietly in the
doorway, as if he was afraid to enter such a genteel establishment as Miss Pollard's
Boarding House. "I was sent to pick you up and run you out to the Farm. Captain's
away looking for a couple of... I mean, he's away on business. But if you're still eatin',
I'll wait out in the car 'til you're done," he said nervously.
Melinda nearly invited the strapping, nice looking young man to join them, but bit her
tongue instead. Flirting now would destroy the prim and proper image they had
somehow been endowed with by Miss Pollard. It was as if they were two missionary
students here for a summer of Bible classes and organ recitals, instead of... well, that
would remain to be seen. She just smiled demurely, fluttered her eyelashes like Scarlett
O'Hara and purred, "We're almost finished and we'll be ready very shortly, Mr... uh..."
"Simmons... Dan Simmons, Ma'am, but you can call me just plain Dan, I'm your Pa's
right hand man up at the farm," he said proudly, with a double-edged grin that Mildred
Pollard immediately saw as tainted with rampant sexuality, maybe even a corrupting
wantonness. She hustled him politely but firmly, back outside like a house mother at a
girl's dorm on Saturday night.
"Uh, Miss Pollard," Melinda inquired after the blond haired man was out of earshot.
"He's not one of the, uh... I mean..."
"One of the convicts? Oh, I should say not! They're all safely locked up where they
belong. They never get out where they can do us decent folks any harm. Most of them
work the fields by day, but they've got horse mounted guards with shotguns watching
them all the time; and when they make the march back to the prison at night, they
shackle 'em all together like the animals they are!"
"Shackle them? You mean with chains!" exclaimed Bonnie indignantly. "Why that's
positively barbaric! It's... it's medieval!" That was a word the attractive blonde co-ed
remembered from a college discussion of witch hunts, and it seemed as good as any to
describe a practice she thought went out with striped suits and Georgia chain gangs.
"Who'd have ever guessed that such a thing goes on right here under our noses!
Why..."
"Bonnie, would you care for some more pie before we have to go. This dinner is just so
scrumptious that I hate to leave any of it at all," Melinda interrupted sweetly. But the
younger girl caught a glimpse of the telling glint in her sister's eyes and quickly decided
her outrage could wait until later. Now she wasn't so certain she wanted to visit her
father at all... what ever would they find up there in that mountain valley?
Starving men locked away like in some Russian novel? And how about the women!
There was a separate women's section there, too what about their treatment? No, she
just wouldn't worry about it now. But honestly... chains! How could they!

* * *

The Athens Prison Farm car that Dan Simmons had come for them in was an old
Chevy sedan with the back seat removed so that cargo could be carried in the area from
the trunk lid to the front bench seats. Melinda and Bonnie eyed the dusty, mud-caked
vehicle with uncomfortable apprehension, but they tried to smile bravely as Dan loaded
their luggage in the rear, and Miss Pollard waved them off to their summer home.
"Reckon we'll have to all pile in the front, girls," the muscular young man said with a
look that Melinda correctly read as a leer of anticipation. "Sorry I couldn't come for you
in the Captain's car, but he's got it with him. out on the chase."
"The chase?" said Bonnie inquiringly, her nose wrinkling at the sound of the words.
She had a vague awareness of what was coming next, but she hoped it was unfounded.
"What on earth is the chase'?"
Dan Simmons had cranked over the wheezing engine of the old battered sedan and had
engaged first gear with a clumping noise that could have been the transmission
dropping out onto the ground below. "Well, I didn't want to say anything back there in
front of Miz' Pollard. These townfolks here in Cold Gap get all fired-up every time
something like this happens, and we sort of try to keep it to ourselves up at the farm.
But I suppose you girls are sort of part of the family now." He turned with a big toothy
grin that made both the sisters even more uneasy. "Guess it won't, hurt none to tell
you. We had a couple of fellas run off last night. Managed to get away before the count
time out in the peanut field. We'll get 'em though, so you needn't worry. The Captain's
out with two teams of dogs and a dozen of the men. He'll find 'em and bring 'em back.
Hell... 'cuse me, ladies... he might even be there when we arrive!"
"You mean there was an escape?" Melinda inquired with more than a hint of
excitement. She remembered those scenes from the old thirties prison movies lights
scanning the night, sirens wailing, gunshots and ferocious snarling dogs hot on a
hunted man's trait "It all sounds so... so frightening!"
"Now, you needn't go worryin' about it none, girls," Simmons replied confidently, as if
he had the whole situation securely in hand. "You see, Athens Farm is a natural for a
prison site. There really ain't but one way out of that valley besides the road that we'll
drive in on, and that's along a river that runs down across the county line. They always
head that way... and we always get 'em. It's kinda silly when you get right down to it.
We ain't never had one get away that we didn't catch sooner or later."
"And what happens if one of them doesn't want to come back when you catch him?"
asked Bonnie with an air of injustice that caused her older sister to squirm nervously in
the front seat between the two others. "Do you just shoot him like you would an
animal? Is that the kind of inhuman place our father runs up here in these awful
mountains?"
Dan cleared his throat and paused to think for a moment. He could see his path was
taking him over thin ice and he wanted to be cautious, especially with the blonde. The
brunette? Well, he knew the signs... and she had them all. It was going to prove to be a
might interesting summer. Yes, sir! But he had to watch his step! After all, these girls
were Captain Amos' daughters. "Well, Miss Parker, maybe I ought to explain about
Athens Prison Farm. You see, we grow and process most of the food eaten throughout
the state prison system. Athens Farm is awfully important to the taxpayers of this here
state. But running it ain't no easy job. No, ma 'am, not with the kind of convicts they
send up here. You see, workin' in the fields and in those canning lines ain't exactly
what you'd call high falutin' work, not even for a bunch of convicts. So we get the
bottom of the barrel up here, the scrapings of the barrel... three and four time losers,
troublemakers, knife fighters. You name it, and we've got it. Of course, the men are the
worst, but the women in the camp ain't nothin' to brag about either! Some of them
would cut your throat in a minute!"
Bonnie had cooled down a bit, but she was still firmly convinced that nothing could
justify the kind of treatment she could just imagine they would find at the prison farm.
"It's just cruel and inhuman!" she sputtered indignantly, but her older sister gave the
young man a don't-mind-her-look and they made the rest of the hour-long drive in
relative silence.
Darkness was beginning to settle in from across the gray mountain peaks when they
finally wound dizzily around the last of a seemingly unending series of switchbacks and
sheer drops. Both the sisters craned for a better look as Dan pointed out the valley that
would be their home for the next few months. "There she is... Athens Farm. It's looked
pretty much the same since right after the Civil War, 'cept maybe for the electric
lights."
"Why, it's almost beautiful!" exclaimed the younger, wide-eyed blonde. "I never thought
it would be so pretty! All those lights and everything so neat and white."
"Yes, ma'am, that's the way Captain Amos likes it. And, of course, we've got plenty of
free labor to make sure everything is kept up real nice."
He pulled the wheezing Chevy to a halt at an overlook that commanded a vantage over
the whole farm valley. A whistling radiator leak beneath the car's begrimed hood, was
the only sound to be heard. He pointed far to the left. "That's the Captain's house up
there on the far hill, the one all lit up. I reckon Agnes, the Captain's housekeeper
figured to make it homey and cheerful for your arrival." It was a one story rambling
clapboard dwelling with a southern style porch that wrapped around three-quarters of
the building. A neatly manicured lawn was enclosed behind a white picket fence that
looked newly painted. In fact, everything looked as if it had just been painted, the
whole of the camp crisp and sparkling under the dozens of lightpoles that encircled the
area. Even the prisoners' cellblocks, Dan pointed them out, seemed some how warm
and cheerful with all the unexpected light. Neither of the girls had expected this
somehow prisons conjured up the image of dreary, dismal cell blocks. Dan Simmons
explained that the lights were for security. "Not as much chance of trouble if you keep
the place lit up all night. Of course," he added, "the women's quarters have screens to
keep people from peering in, but the men's blocks are wide open. Hell, even the
showers have unscreened windows!"
Bonnie gasped in lady-like amazement but Melinda filed the information away for
future use... hmmm, she mused, all those naked men running around under the lights,
that would be a groovy show!
"Well, let's get on down to the camp before it gets too dark," said Simmons. "I don't
see the Captain's car back yet, so I reckon he's still out on the chase, but his
housekeeper will be there to settle you in."
The starter pedal on the floor of the old automobile came loose under his foot, and the
strapping young man leaned over to reposition the rubber pad, his shoulder and upper
arm brushing against Melinda's thigh. She did not pull away, but instead used the
occasion to make a little rubbing movement a slight nudge obvious to him, but not
enough for her younger sister to detect. His strong muscular arm felt excitingly virile
against her naked flesh, and her mind began to spin all sorts of eager fantasies of what
this summer might bring... after all, he was nice enough looking, and available. Maybe
if... but then she caught Bonnie's startled look from the corner of her right eye, and she
primly pulled her thigh away from the young man's touch. She cleared her throat and
demurely tugged at the hem of her skirt, lifting her suddenly tingling buttocks from the
seat as she eased her skirt closer to her knees.
There would be time for fun later, she thought, her cheeks dimpling in anticipation,
plenty of time!


Chapter 4

"Honestly, letting him rub up against your leg like that!" Bonnie chided her older sister
when they were alone in the guest bedroom of the Captain's house. "What must he
think of us? Why, the word will be allover that we're just a couple of... I don't know
what!"
"Oh, shut up and stop acting like a girl scout, will you? I was just having a little fun.
Besides, he might just be the only available cock around here and I'd sure hate to pass
the whole summer without one!"
Bonnie's mouth was ovalled in an unspoken exclamation and her eyes had widened in
shocked disbelief until they seemed twice their normal size. "Melinda! Why must you
talk like that! You know I don't like to hear that kind of gutter language!"
Melinda smiled knowingly and sprawled across one of the two single beds that crowded
into the tiny wallpapered guest bedroom. Agnes, their father's housekeeper had showed
them in with hardly a greeting and then disappeared out the back way. Or at least they
assumed she had left only the slam of the screen door told the girls she had gone.
"Bonnie, you know something? You're full of crap."
"Melinda!" the younger girl shrieked as if in real pain. "Stop talking like that! Please, I
don't want you to be like this!"
Melinda doubled her legs so that her thighs were widespread and her hands coursed
sensuously over the soft white flesh of her own inner legs.
"Of course, you like it, sister dear. You love to hear me talk about it... tell you all about
some glorious fuck. You love it because it's the closest you can get. Why don't you stop
with all this innocent shit? I'm your big sister! I know how hot-blooded you are,
remember? I ought to know better than anyone."
The long-haired blonde girl had covered her face with her hands but the flushed
redness still showed around her fingers. "P-Please, Melinda, don't... don't..."
Melinda sat up on the bed and began to undress herself. "Now, now, Bonnie," she
purred. "I always know what's best for you, don't I? You've gone and gotten yourself all
charged up and there's nowhere for all this energy to go. That's why you're so nervous
and high-strung today... I think you need a little unwinding."
Tears were starting to glisten around the teenage girl's tightly clenched eyes, but she
had removed the shield of her palms and was standing quietly, only an occasional sob
bringing an emotional heave to her fully endowed chest. "I-I can't, Melinda, I can't do
it again," she pleaded hoarsely.
"Sure you can," the older brunette answered confidently. "Just come over here and help
me out of this dress."
"N-No, we can't... someone might come..."
"Nobody's coming. Daddy's housekeeper said he wouldn't be back until tomorrow and
we're all alone. Just lock that door behind you and come here Bonnie," she said sternly.
The trembling teenager first shook her head negatively, but then, with a sigh of
resigned submission, she moved toward the reclining form of her older, partially
undressed sister. Melinda was sitting on the edge of the bed now, a smug thin smile
traced over her lips and she offered her hand to her kid sister and guided her to the bed
beside her. "You just close your eyes and don't think about anything," the older
brunette said softly. "I'll undress you just like before... and then I'll do it, and you'll feel
so much better..."

* * *

Dan Simmons had hesitated twice since dropping the young Parker sisters off at their
father's frame house somehow he just couldn't get the nagging thought of that secret
vantage point above the back of Captain Parker's house. Dan knew from past
experience that he could see from that hillside clearing right down into the girls'
bedroom and he was getting a stiff hard-on just thinking about the sight of those two
good-looking sweeties undressing in there for bed. The older one, Melinda, had said
they were both exhausted from traveling and they'd be turning in right away, hadn't
she? Why, Christ, she was probably half-naked already, and there was no way of closing
off the view through the top half of that window. It was curtained on the bottom so you
couldn't see in from directly outside, but since nobody had thought to curtain the top
window, it was easy to look right in from the hillside. Hell, he'd done it often enough a
few years back, when the Captain let some girls who were relatives of Agnes stay there
for a week. Boy, what a show that had been! Three of them, all in their teens, and with
bodies like you wouldn't believe! Damn, he'd spent the better part of an hour up there
on that hillside every night until they left for the bus in Cold Gap, but there just hadn't
been any hope of getting in their cute little pants, because some old aunt somebody-or
other was tagging along and she watched over them like a hen over her biddies.
Dan stopped in the deepening twilight and glanced down toward the women's camp, all
aglow and strangely home like. His eye caught the movement of someone in a hurry
moving toward the rear fence. At first, his heart skipped a quick fleeting beat in a
conditioned response to any kind of out-of-the-ordinary happening inside the camps
civilians up here had to be on their toes all the time or they might wind up as hostages
in a prison break. But no, the women's unit was hardly a source of trouble of that sort...
it was just someone going out to feed King, the unofficial camp mascot. Dan squinted
and strained for a better look – if it was one of the women guards, he'd just be on his
way. But no, luck was running with him this time: It was one of the girls, a new
prisoner. And right damn pretty, too!
Why, the hell with peeking in on the two sweet looking Parker girls; this was worth a
dozen nights of that kind of fun! There was only one reason why the camp's women
rotated on this choice assignment, and though it was probably the best kept secret on
the whole farm, Dan Simmons knew it all. And now he was going to get a special
showing, just for him!
Quietly Dan scampered across the hill in the graying stillness of twilight to reach his
special tree overlooking King's private kennel before the new female prisoner would be
able to spot him. Man, what a show this should be! What a show!

* * *

Melinda had removed her crisp white blouse, and the top half of her slip hung limply
around her waist. Her tautly stretched brassiere held the ripe pear shaped mounds of
her eager young breasts, while all of her richly tanned flesh was coated with a mirror
like sheen of excited perspiration. Her hands reached out tremblingly to her blonde
sister's rapidly rising and falling chest and her fingers began to anxiously unbutton her
blouse.
Bonnie's full sensuous breasts were much larger than hers, though she knew her own
body was certainly nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, if anything, Bonnie was almost
overdeveloped there. Melinda sometimes envied her younger sister for the wolf whistles
and catcalls she received whenever they went anywhere together, but usually Melinda
was clear headed enough to know that even that kind of wonderful male attention
might get to be a nuisance eventually. But now these ripely straining breasts of Bonnie's
were about to fill her opened hands, and she was going to deliciously enjoy this special
act that was almost as exciting to her as going to bed with a man. Melinda knew that
she was different than most women to think and act this way, particularly with her own
kid sister, but she had learned to accept it. She was what some people called a
"switchhitter." She couldn't help it, that's just the way she was. Bonnie was the only girl
she had ever done anything with, it was just too risky at school, though God knows
there were enough other girls around who would have been willing!

* * *

Dan had just managed to climb up into his special tree and settle himself in the crotch
of two thick limbs when the new girl from the women's camp opened the small gate
that allowed entry into the common yard area that surrounded all the processing sheds
where the women worked. Security was not nearly as great in the women's section as in
the men's, and this gate was locked only at night; once through it, you were still in the
minimum security floodlit main yard and clearly within sight and range of the six
constantly-manned guard towers. But even this was a joke among the inmates and the
guards as well, for everyone knew that the guards had orders not to fire on the women
unless there was a threat to some civilian involved. After all, how would it look in all
the papers if some trigger-happy guard opened up and cut down a mother desperately
attempting a break to be home with her family? It just wasn't the same as with the men,
women's lib or not.
Dan was practically directly overhead the yard with the upward slope of the hill, and
even in the rapidly darkening twilight, he could see enough of King's kennel and
private run to know he was in for a real treat. He tried to breathe slowly and quietly, so
as not to be heard by this new woman prisoner, but it was difficult with his heart
pounding in his chest like an air hammer.
The young girl, her trim and busty figure struggling to assert itself through the coarse,
loose-fitting denim of her standard uniform, glanced around nervously before she
approached the German shepherd's pen. Dan could see her put her hand to her
trembling lips as she anxiously scoured the hillside above the camp for any sign of
movement. But he was safely out of sight inside the cover of foliage and convinced that
she was alone, the pretty short haired blonde opened the gate and stepped inside.


Chapter 5

There was a painfully tingling sensation in his left leg, but Dan Simmons dared not
move it or try to reach down with his hand and rub the affected muscles, for just a few
yards beneath him, the female inmate had entered the huge German shepherd's
compound and was nervously approaching the animal, a large tin of processed dog food
in her right hand. Even at this distance and in the dim light" he could see that she was
trembling. With what, fear? Or was it an expectant excitement born out of long empty
months of seemingly endless confinement? How long had she been without the carnal
joys of a man? Two months? Six? A year perhaps?
The youthful prisoner emptied the tin of dog food into King's large metal dish. She
stood aside as he sniffed it curiously and then devoured it in huge gulping mouthfuls.
Dan, from his lofty perch in the tree, could see that the agitated blonde girl, probably
hardly out of her teens, was glancing around apprehensively, as she fumbled with the
buttons on her regulation denim prison uniform. Down the hill further, he could see a
couple of the older women inmates standing outside the cellblock, ostensibly smoking
and having a last chat before lock-up. He could see, however, that they were glancing
uphill furtively, at every opportunity. He knew exactly how and why, they rotated this
choice assignment, even though he was probably the only one outside of the women's
unit that knew anything at all about the goings-on here on the hillside. It had only been
a bit of blind luck that brought him into this ritual at all, stumbling as he did onto a
bizarre sight late one afternoon a year ago that nearly knocked him over. But that was a
story in itself, and Dan wanted nothing clogging his thoughts right now but this cute
little number down below. God, how fucking horny she must be to resort to this! He
ached in his balls to jump down from the tree and show her what a real man could do
for her, but he knew it was too risky. Sure, she was well out of the offlimits area, but it
was still out of the question. It had happened once before, a few years back, and, of
course, the girl had shot off her mouth. How could she help it? Locked up with a
couple of hundred women carrying a secret like that? Yeah, she spilled the whole thing,
and before long it filtered back through the old reliable prison grapevine, and the
administration found out about it. Captain Parker himself had the man busted down to
the lowest pay grade and then dismissal from the Prison Department with an
unfavorable work recommendation. Last anyone heard, he was working as a service
station helper down east, still unable to get another decent job. No, this was the only
way, painful though it might be... and from the looks of those tantalizing ripe curves
beneath that ill-fitting uniform, Dan could tell that this was going to be an especially
hard act to watch without doing something.
The muscular full-sized German shepherd had finished his dinner and stood
expectantly a few feet from the young blonde, his tail wagging eagerly. This sort of
special treat did not come with every meal, but often enough so that he could tell what
to expect whenever there was a fresh, new human female bringing him his dinner. He
backed knowingly away back behind his large wooden doghouse, and the girl followed
quietly with one last look downhill into the brightly-lit compound. Her two
confederates near the barracks door had moved out into the yard for a breath of air. Or
so it seemed, for Dan knew that this too was part of the routine. A shrill whistle from
one of the women meant that someone was coming and the party was off until another,
safer, night.
Dan's breath was coming in short, eager gasps now as the girl began to unbutton her
denim shirt in the shadows behind the dog's living quarters, directly in his line of
vision! She moved more anxiously now, without glancing around, confident and sure of
herself now that she could not be seen from below. If only she knew that Dan Simmons
was close enough to jump down right on top of her!
Her fingers moving hastily, she began to open the front of her blouse and suddenly
Dan realized he was in for more than he had counted on – she was taking off an her
clothes! Maybe she didn't want to leave any telltale signs on her denim work outfit, and
was stripping down to just her bare luscious flesh! God, she wasn't wearing a brassiere,
and those gorgeous, young breasts of hers, the full fleshy mounds of her femaleness,
were already exposed to the chilling night mountain air. He could see their twin rich
swells and the soft pinkness of her large firm nipples! Jesus, what a sight she was
proving to be, like some young movie star instead of the locked-away criminal that she
was! Dan ached in his heart at the viciousness of putting this beautiful creature behind
bars! But then he began to thumb mentally through all the possibilities of criminal acts
that could have sent this lovely young creature here to Athens Farm. After all, they
didn't send innocent young first offenders up here, not the shoplifters and the petty
thieves. No, this young girl, hardly more than a child in appearance, must have a fairly
stiff record behind her to wind up here in these mountains. Maybe she killed a man?
Maybe two or three? Who could tell... at any rate, in Dan Simmons' mind, she was fast
becoming not much more than an animal herself, maybe just the right bitch for ol'
King! That's right, just another rutting bitch for the big boy, that's all! Somehow that
excited the well muscled man even more, and he craned for a better look, being careful
not to lean too far and fall from his shaky perch, just above her.
She took her denim shirt off and lay it carefully over the peak of King's doghouse and
then ran her fingers through her blonde hair, close-cropped in the prison style. Dan
Simmons could barely stifle an audible gasp as the full beauty of her firm, ripely
swelling breasts swung into freedom. In the glow of light from the camp just below,
they stood high and proud, and their quivering turgid nipples stood out on the luscious
mounds. She was half-naked now and wasted no time in finishing the task. Taking one
last peek around the comer of King's house, she bent over slowly, her back to Dan, and
drew her trousers and panties together down over her curved hips and gleaming white
buttocks, brushing them sensuously against her smooth naked thighs and calves in the
growing heat of her passion. Then she draped them with her blouse and turned to
nakedly face the powerful male animal that she had been chosen to meet this very
evening. Her hands were trembling in an odd mixture of fear and ecstatic anticipation
and Dan could see her entire nudity now, from her high, proudly jutting breasts, to the
soft sparse triangle of her pussy hair.
Nervously, apprehensively, the young female crouched slightly and beckoned the
animal toward her, but the powerful German shepherd stood his ground and only
watched her intently, his tail wagging in a slow constant rhythm, his tongue dripping
loosely from between his potentially fierce jaws. She seemed to be confused and unsure
of herself, and Dan wished with all his lustful soul that he could cry out to her and tell
her what to do... God knows, he had seen the others do it often enough! Lie down, he
ached to shout at her, but she had to find it on her own.
Timidly, her breasts quaking in trepidation, the naked blonde, wearing only a pair of
rubber sandals that were common to all the female inmates, first kneeled before the
mammoth animal, giving Dan a splendid view of her heart-shaped buttocks and the
firm whiteness of her thighs and legs. Then, finally, she reclined backward onto the
thick carpet of pine needles that covered his private enclosure to a depth of several
inches like a shag rug. She lay there like that for several minutes, obviously confused
and frightened. Dan was certain he, heard a sobbing cry carried on the still twilight air
as the girl's left hand began to timidly caress her own naked breasts, her fingertips
tweaking in tiny teasing movements the soft pinkness of her nipples as they erupted
suddenly into quivering peaks of eager young flesh. In the fast-swelling fury of her long
pent-up passion, her legs scissored open and closed in a slow rhythm, exposing the thin
pink slit of her already moistened vagina, nestled enticingly there between the ivory
whiteness of her firm young thighs. Dan could see all of her curvaceous nakedness as
she lay there writhing in eager supplication on her bed of pine needles, her tautly
clenched ass cheeks grinding down into the soft crinkly leaves as she slowly worked
herself from a deep smoldering passion into a blind rage of savage desire and lust. Her
eyes were glazed over as if painted with sheer wanton, carnal hunger.
Now, as Dan watched with ravenous eyes, the youthful female prisoner eased both of
her sensuously coursing hands into the damp, glistening furrow of her vaginal flesh. He
could hear her groans over the night sounds of the prison as her fingers made sudden
contact with the moist-slit up between her thighs, and her knees came up as if
involuntarily, her toes curled under and gripping the carpet of pine needles beneath her
beautiful, writhing nakedness.
And then, with a husky, deep groan that sounded bestial, she let her legs splay farther
apart and tauntingly exposed the whole of her damp cuntal slit to both Dan Simmons
and the wiry German shepherd. Her fingers slowly spread her inflamed pussy lips apart
until the wet tenderness of her ripe young cunt was fully visible and the hungry little
mouth of her pussy quivered fitfully with her increasing passion. In the rapidly dying
light of twilight, Dan could see the rounded crescents of her firm buttocks, and between
them, in the fervent cleft of her vulnerable nakedness, her tiny puckered anus was just
barely visible below the pink, distended lips of her visibly throbbing cunt.
Dan could barely hold back a cry of excited disbelief as the young lusting girl inserted
her outstretched middle finger into the hotly glistening pinkness and began stroking the
tiny bud-like hardness of her aching clitoris. Dan was almost afraid to breathe, lest a
gasping cry of agonizing desire burst from his lungs... God, her sensuous movements
were driving him insane! Her frantic caresses had increased in rhythm, and her probing
fingers worked themselves deeply between the wet pink edges of her tightly contracting
cuntal lips, slowly widening them until it seemed that her whole hand would be hidden
in the depths of her vagina. She slipped her index finger in and out wetly between the
lust moistened pink edges and her legs jackknifed tightly back, her knees pushing her
swelling breasts and her soft rounded buttocks rising and falling in the growing rhythm
of her savage passion. Her whole face tightened into a distorted mask of furious
burning lust and, her teeth tightly clenched, she hungrily pushed three of her stiffened
fingers into the burning mouth of her sex-starved young cunt. They slipped up into her
pussy with a lewd sucking noise that Dan could hear from his tree-limb perch, and then
that sound was followed by a whole series of soft moaning cries as her raging passion
was abated for just a moment by this welcomed entry,
That was scarcely enough for her now, and she stared yearningly at the huge German
shepherd, who only stood there watching her, his head lowered slightly and his eyes
fixed on the growing pink wetness of her naked loins just a couple of feet away, She
writhed frantically on the pine needles, scattering them around her in tiny ridges as her
own driving fingers fucked passionately into her yearning pussy hole with a frenzied
fury that arched her back high off the ground like a tautened bowstring, Suddenly, she
seemed to remember something, and her eyes widened and then rolled wildly in her
head, instructions, perhaps, something she had been told... whatever it was she
frantically jerked her legs back against her firm breasts as far as they would bend and
beckoned to the huge animal with one hand, her fingers still moist and glistening with
her own love juices. "C'mon, King... come to me!" Dan could hear her mutter hoarsely,
her voice cracked and raspy with passion. "P-please, hurry, King!"
His tail wagging eagerly now, the powerful German shepherd trotted quickly over to his
new playmate, his eyes sparkling with what could only be called lustful anticipation! He
lowered his thick furry head to the dripping furrow of her upturned cunt, and his
tongue lashed out teasingly and laved the drops of warm wetness from the pink flesh of
her quivering young pussy, from the tightly puckered ring of her unprotected anus to
her eagerly pulsing clitoris.
"Mmmmmmm..." The young girl moaned as though life itself were draining from her
and threw her legs back so far that it appeared she would somersault over backward,
"Mmmmmm, yes, King, yes! Lick me, Lick me!"


Chapter 6

Perched in his tree limb hideaway like some bird of prey, Dan Simmons watched in
undisguised fascination as the towering German shepherd licked at the naked blonde's
girls' warmly perfumed pussy as if he had found a new mate. And in away, that was
what King had indeed found... a fresh human bitch for his enjoyment, just like all the
countless ones that had gone before. And God, how he loved them all! Their soft white
naked femininity, their moans from his skillful, welltrained movements, even their
almost-animal cries as they felt the power of his relentless pelvic thrusts. For a fleeting
moment, the young girl jerked away instinctively, but a short growling noise from King
brought her immediately to her senses again, and he began greedily lapping the narrow
pink dampness of her cuntal cleft, his long searching tongue flicking continuously up
between her widespread legs, curling deeply up into her quivering vaginal wetness.
Dan could see the powerful range of emotions sweeping over the girl's tautly contorted
face... fear, hopefulness, confusion, even disgust at the depth of depravity she had
allowed herself to sink into. But above all there was lust! Pure, undefiled, unbridled,
animal lust! An emotion that spans the ages, transcends time itself. It was like watching
some unearthly almost inhuman transformation; this young girl seemed to be fighting
some inner battle, like a person possessed by demons, as that certain inner reserve, that
part of one's being called the soul, struggled to keep from surrendering to this beast of
animal passions... bestial love!
But it was a losing fight from the beginning, and this lovely woman, someone's wife
perhaps, surely someone's lover, gave herself wholly and unconditionally to this
powerfully masculine male animal like the ravenous bitch in heat that she was! Her
hands sought the animal's ears and she pulled his mammoth head into the smoldering
dampness of her cuntal slit. Her legs kicked back high over her head as his giant
probing tongue thrust lasciviously up the clutching passageway of her throbbing pussy.
She moaned so loudly in complete and abject subjugation that Dan wondered why the
whole camp had not heard her ecstatic cries. Wild incoherent mumblings and curses
spat from her lust-tightened lips as she pleaded and demanded at the same time,
coaxing the ponderous male beast into the one act that she knew would save her from
the cruel burning agonies of her female need... she wanted him, God she wanted him so
badly!
The wantonly writhing young prisoner as if unable to understand why this huge male
animal was keeping from her the thing she needed so desperately. Bewilderment
crossed her face again and again... was this all some horrible joke the girls had played
on her? Were all those wondrously wicked stories she had heard whispered around just
lies!?
But then the great beast of a dog lifted is head and nuzzled her belly menacingly,
pushing and prodding at her naked, trembling hips. At first she looked on in confusion,
but then her whole face seemed o take on a glow of lustful anticipation as he rolled
over onto her belly and knelt on 11 fours, with the animal's thick wet tongue slithering
between the eagerly quaking cheeks of her firm, crescent-shaped buttocks. With a
whimpering sigh of encouragement, she ground her naked asscheeks back at him
salaciously, one land behind her to spread the soft yielding flesh and give this savage
male beast full access to her love-starved vagina.
And then came the moment Dan had waited for with scarcely a breath or a heartbeat –
he was scarcely aware of what he was doing, but somehow his right hand lad opened
his fly and his cock was painfully erect in the chill night air. As he watched the scene
below with rabid fascination, he felt the agonizing burning sensation spreading upward
from his swollen testicles and he knew he had to do something to ease the pain or else
he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight at all. Dan's own fingers eased back the thick
purplish foreskin of his distended penis, and he began to intently stroke its swollen
length back and forth inside the palm of his hand as he watched the incredibly lewd
scene taking place below. God, King had mounted her now! He was resting his
forepaws on her delicate, unblemished back and his long tapered cock was slipping
wetly from its furry sheath beneath his hard muscular belly.
The animal began to jerk and quiver, a whimper of need coming from deep in his
powerful chest as the naked young blonde lewdly ground her ass-cheeks back at him in
a frantic effort to sheath his hard masculine rigidity in the wet confines of her
hungering cuntal depths. His long scarlet penis was thrusting blindly in animal passion,
its tapered glistening tip rubbing against the erect little stalk of her clitoris and Dan
could hear the totally naked young blonde gasp in pleasurepain with every electrifying
contact. Finally, in desperation, she reached back with a sobbing gasp and grasped the
slippery crimson shaft with her trembling fingers and guided it swiftly into the pink
wetness of her aching cuntal slit. Her softly yielding pussy flesh opened up and slipped
around his trembling cock-tip. He took two trembling steps forward, his penis sliding
forward... He was in her!
Feeling the moist warmth of her vaginal flesh close around the end of his savagely
jerking cock, the huge male beast snapped his powerful loins forward and slammed his
long animal penis home all the way up into the soft surrendering wetness of her
yielding cunt. With a slithering wet rush, it surged forward into her hotly clasping hole
until he was buried to the hilt, his heavy dark balls swinging forward to brush against
her widespread inner thighs.
Dan could hear her moan again and again, and he was afraid that one of the guards in
the towers might hear the noise and be curious enough to swing the lights around to
see what was happening. With the animal's forelegs around her slender waist, the
young female prisoner started moving her whole trembling body and thrusting her
naked buttocks back at the dog in lewdly grinding circles, totally abandoned now to the
forbidden bestial ecstasies of animal-fucking. Dan could see her face and it was savagely
contorted as if in intense pain, so great was her rapturous relief at feeling the masculine
animal's long hard cock in her love-starved cunt. Her firm full breasts swayed beneath
her as she kneeled; they danced in perfect rhythm with each impaling thrust of the
huge scarlet penis ramming deep up inside her vaginal slit from behind. Her head
tossed from side to side and Dan could see that she was biting her lower lip, eyes
tightly clenched, to hold back the scream of ecstatic abandonment she obviously ached
to empty from her lungs. Golden beads seemed to be racing along her spine and down
the furrowed crevice of her naked rotating buttocks as drops of perspiration, mirroring
the lights of the camp below, trickled down to the luridly glistening wetness of this
primal carnal union.
Suddenly she cried out, too loudly for her own safety, and Dan glanced around
anxiously, but she was lucky and no one seemed to hear. She was obviously in the
maddening throes of her long awaited orgasm, and she was fucking back so insanely
than Dan wondered how her spine and hips could remain intact. Then a strange, bestial
sound coughed from her throat, and she rammed her grinding ass-cheeks back viciously
against the animal's furry loins just as he gave a shuddering, savage lunge forward and
began spurting his thick dog sperm up into her hotly swallowing cuntal mouth!
As Dan watched from scant yards away, his eyes wide and his right hand frenetically
pumping at the lustfully-hardened length of his massive cock, the girl's naked buttocks
began to contract uncontrollably, signaling her own furious orgasm. She managed to
muffle all but a choking gasp as she fell forward and in to a shuddering heap on the
pine straw beneath, her twitching vaginal flesh gleaming moistly in the half-light.
King's distended scarlet penis slid lewdly from her cuntal grip' with a loud sucking
noise and seconds later his head dropped forward to lick away the traces of his sticky
animal cum from the naked blonde's quivering thighs. At that moment, Dan brought
his own self-induced orgasm to a furious boil and he stifled a gasp as his hot white cum
arched out in a tracer like path and splattered to the dirt directly below.
He waited there, gulping in lungfuls of air, as the girl finally stirred languorously,
dressed and slipped back to the compound below. Within moments, he heard -the shrill
sounds of girlish laugher as her fellow inmates welcomed her into the elite corps of
King's many satisfied women. Quietly, weakly, exhausted from the lewd spectacle he
had witnessed, Dan climbed from his secret perch and made his way hurriedly along
the path home, back to his parents' house where he lived with his retired father and
prison employee mother.
Cresting the knoll, he glanced down, at the Captain's white frame dwelling, where the
young Parker girls were probably readying for bed. For a fleeting instant, he thought of
sneaking around in back and catching a peek anyway, just for the hell of it. But he
shook his head and went on his way... What could he possibly hope to see in there that
would even come dose to what he had just witnessed!


Chapter 7

"M-Melinda, p-please... don't hurt me... please," the blonde teenager girl murmured
softly in a trembling whimper. Her blouse was opened down the front as her older
sister's hands snaked around her slender waist to the tautly pulled hooks of her
brassiere.
"Bonnie, silly Bonnie," the older girl laughed. "When have I ever hurt you? This is for
your own good and you know it. It just isn't good for you to get all charged up inside
with no way to let it out. It's just unhealthy."
"B-But I don't mind my nervousness," she said imploringly. "Honest! You don't have to
do this on my account. I..."
"Darling sister, remember the last time?" the half-naked brunette, bare to the waist,
asked purposefully. "Remember the story I told you? About that guy on the football
team? Remember how you liked that story, Bonnie?"
The beautiful blonde was seated nervously on the very edge of the single bed, her eyes
closed and the faintest trace of moisture outlining her closed lids. Her lips were pale
and soft and they trembled like a leaf in the wind when she spoke.
"Y-Yes, I remember... I... I did like that story, Melinda," she admitted shiveringly. God,
it was coming back again... that gnawing pain that was like a flaming torch raging
inside her taut little belly. It happened like this every time her older sister started on
one of her many true stories from her two years at college. Melinda had done
everything, and just hearing about some of her lust-filled experiences made that aching
pain come back again. Bonnie knew she was putty in Melinda's skillful hands... her
older sister was right, it wasn't healthy keeping this all bottled up inside of her, but she
had just never been able to go all the way with a boy, no matter how much she tried to
make it work. She always got frightened at the last minute, or else the boy turned out
to be even clumsier and more frightened than she was! No, Melinda was right, Melinda
was always right... and the trembling young blonde knew she wouldn't do anything to
stop her. Not tonight or any night.
"You'd like to hear that story again, wouldn't you, Bonnie?" she asked, her fingertips
working the three brassiere hooks free so that the sheer white garment fell away, and
then her sister's lushly ripened breasts were naked and exposed now, their small, pink
nipples quivering into firmness as they lifted from her chest, twin ivory-smooth mounds
in stark contrast with her deeply tanned belly and chest. Her skin bore the mark of her
tiniest bikini, a vestige of many hours of sunning on the dorm roof back at college.
"He was quite a man, that little guy," the older sister continued, easing Bonnie's dress
up and over her naked shoulders. "Not really so little, actually, just kinda' small
compared to the rest of the guys on the team. He wasn't first-team or anything, just a
reserve, and I was a naive, innocent freshman. You were still back with Mom at home,
and I was all on my own..."
Bonnie and her sister were both wearing only their panties now, and the brunette lay
quietly onto the bed and motioned for Bonnie to lie beside her... and getting wilder by
the day. Well, anyway, this guy Paul took me out one night, and after a spaghetti
dinner, we went out to the drive-in movies and parked way back on the back row.
Naturally, I had a pretty good idea what Paul had in mind, but it seemed like fun
enough to me, so I figured what the hell, right?"
Bonnie nodded meekly. "If you say so, Melinda."
"Well, anyway, pretty soon we got to necking and Paul started grabbing me all over and
before I knew it, my pants were so wet I was sticking to the car seat, and I guess Paul
figured he had it made. So all of a sudden I was down on the seat, ready for about
anything, when out came the biggest, finest cock I had ever seen. Not that I knew too
much about it, you understand. I was still pretty green back then. It turned out he was
Jewish, though he didn't have a Jewish last name, and it was all circumcised, not like
the other ones I had seen... and felt. God it was beautiful, and he sure knew what to do
with it. That was the first time I ever went down on a guy, and you know something? I
didn't mind one bit... Christ, I nearly chewed the damn thing off! And when he came in
my mouth, Jesus, honey, it was like hot chocolate with fresh whipped cream on top! I
swear, it was delicious, and his cum just kept coming and coming, and then his prick
got hard again and he fucked me until I saw double. Christ, what a good fucking that
was! That big thick thing of his down between my legs, right up inside me so deep I
could feel it rolling around in my belly. And when he came again, God, I came with
him and we nearly got thrown out of the drive-in, what with all my screaming and
crying..." Melinda was pulling off her sheer lime-green panties as she talked and a
moment later she tossed them carelessly onto the floor. Now she was stark naked there
on the bed, her younger, still virgin sister just scant inches away. "You like that story,
don't you, Bonnie?" she asked with a trace of a smile. "You'd like some of Paul's big
thick cock yourself, wouldn't you? You'd like to suck on it a while first, like I did that
night, huh? Then you'd let him squirt it in your mouth, and you'd lick it all nice and
clean until it got long and hard again, like I did, wouldn't you? And then..."
"Melinda! Please. Oh God, I can't stand any more! P-Please..."
The naked brunette smiled knowingly, and helped her kid sister with her last garments,
her white nylon panties and stockings, peeling them down her long bronzed legs until
she too was naked. "I've got an idea, honey... something new this time. It'll be a little
confusing for you, but you just do what I do and everything will be just great.
Understand? Just do what I do..."
Her naked flesh covered with tiny quivering goose-bumps, Bonnie followed her sister's
instructions and climbed over her, kneeling on an fours with her head just above
Melinda's lewdly undulating belly. "Like this?" she asked in a tiny whisper.
"That's right... now you just relax and do everything I do, okay? And I mean
everything! When I kiss your cunt, you kiss mine. When I bite, you bite..." She took in
the creamy smooth beauty of her teenage sister's total nakedness cowering uncertainly
there above her – the full swaying breasts that teasingly brushed their pointed little
nipples across her own bare abdomen. The firm, slightly trembling thighs that blended
so smoothly up into a gentle curve, with the bottom crease of her fleshy ass-cheeks
hardly more than inches away from her own face. And most important of all... the
warm inviting slit of her own sister's fur-lined pink pussy nestled there only inches
away from her face. Melinda felt her stomach knot and tighten with anticipation... God,
I know what this is and what it makes me, but I don't care! This is the seventies, isn't
it? If you like it, do it right! Then, I will dammit, I will!
With a soft mewling purr rolling from her lips, Melinda reached up and locked her
hands around the smooth delicate curve of her sister's back and gently pulled the
nakedly trembling pussy down toward her suddenly watering mouth. Bonnie hesitated
at first, jerking away instinctively as her conscience screamed at her to stop this
incestuous wickedness before it was too late; but a simple reassuring word from
Melinda was enough to ease the sudden tension, and Melinda could feel her sister's
flesh surrender in her own grip as those slim girlish hips moved closer to her face. A
visible, rippling shiver raced through the young blonde's body as Melinda made that
first sensationfilled contact with the sparse hair around Bonnie's quivering pink slit.
Melinda sighed audibly, closed her eyes, and' pressed her lips tightly against her sister's
warmly perfumed furrow. She felt her sister tense again, her thigh muscles hardening in
the first wickedly erotic heat of incestuous lesbianism!
Timidly, her heart pounding savagely beneath the soft feminine flesh of her breasts,
Bonnie followed her sister's example and lowered her own lips until her head was
resting against the firm flatness of Melinda's abdomen and her cheek was brushing
against the gentle mound of her mons veneris. She paused there, afraid to think, to
question... what was this strange and erotic thing that Melinda wanted of her?
Melinda delicately touched her pale, moist lips to the fragrant cleft between her sister's
thighs, eagerly sensing the wild, vibrating shivers of fanning passion that just her first
touch was sending through her kid sister's nude and squirming young body. Bonnie
imitated her sister as she had been told, and when Melinda began to sensuously caress
the hot pink folds of her innocent young cunt, she followed with the same, her lips and
tongue tentatively brushing her sister's naked vaginal ridges in mindless mini-cry.
"That's it, Bonnie," came the older girl's muffled encouragement between tonguing
caresses. "Kiss me and lick me there, just like I do it to you!"
Bonnie tried not to think of what she was doing, only of the powerful effects her sister's
skillful lovings were having on the flaming desires that had so painfully tied her very
insides in knots. Melinda's frenzied mouthing between her splayed thighs grew more
and more frantic, more and more intense, and she reciprocated without hesitating this
time. Like the older girl, she burrowed her tongue between Melinda's pink, moistly
quivering pussy lips and found the warm inner recesses of her damp, fervent slit and
her tongue wriggled teasingly between the soft fleshy walls. Melinda's tongue seemed to
be moving at some inhuman speed, and Bonnie found her whole body was writhing
and squirming as if an electric' wire had been touched torturously to her naked cuntal
wetness. Melinda's probing, snaking tongue crept in and out of her narrow pink
passage" prodding the sensitive walls of her virginal pussy with lizard-like darting
thrusts that brought a shiver of forbidden excitement to her spine each time her tongue
brushed over the pouting labial lips of her vagina.
She knew what was coming now and her brain was racing insanely with an impossible
combination of ecstatic anticipation and shameful dread... she was rapidly losing control
to Melinda's skilled oral caresses and it would only be moments before she was a
screaming, writhing bundle of rampant nerve-endings and hotly eager flesh... she was
lost!
Melinda held her arms locked around the small of her blonde sister's back, forcing her
writhing cuntal heat down against her probing, sucking, nibbling lips...
"Melinda, oh Melinda, it feels so good! Just like a man must feel there! Oh, God, yes,
it's so good... so good."
The older Parker girl's lips searched every pore. every hidden crevice of her sister's
softly yielding cuntal flesh, snaking into the tight warm cleft of her vagina, nibbling
teasingly at the young, untried bud of her eagerly quivering clitoris. But Bonnie was not
the only one excited by this incestuous passion... the young blonde's feverish, timid
tongual caresses were building their own delicious heat in Melinda's experienced loins
and she could feel her own orgasmic crescendo rising in steady rhythm with her sister's.
She gripped Bonnie's naked hips tighter and ground her whole face into her hot
quivering pussy. ramming her long teasing tongue far up into her clasping cuntal
sheath as Bonnie neared her climax and found it harder and harder to think clearly
enough to follow her older sister's example. And then suddenly, without warning, her
last reserve of decency seemed to shatter in a million pieces and she locked her long
legs around Melinda's neck and. face. "Oh, yes, Melinda, that's it! It's sooooo good!
Soooo good!"
They were locked together now in an obscene incestuous tangle of supple, writhing
nudity and shivering, frenzied flesh, a wanton, forbidden embrace straight from the
Aegean isle of Lesbos, their lips and tongues bringing each other wave after exploding
wave of profanely salacious ecstasy. Bonnie was without thought of morality or decency
now and she sucked and kissed and licked just as her older, experienced sister was
doing to her own wildly inflamed cunt and within seconds they were lasciviously
ground together as on e, a sobbing, gasping, tangle of femininity.
Strangely, Melinda was the first to arrive at that painfully sought pinnacle of abasement
and release... "Goddamn, I'm cumming, Bonnie!" she paused long enough to gasp
hoarsely. "Don't stop, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Her body thrashed like a gaffed
serpent beneath her younger sister's unfelt weight and Melinda grasped with her sharp
painted nails the smooth girlish curves of her kid sister's brown naked hips and held
her loins tightly in place against her ravenously sucking and nibbling lips. She sucked
hard and fast and furiously, without pausing for breath until her lungs were about to
explode... she wanted her sister to make it with her, she had to bring her up and over
the edge! Only a couple more seconds, just a couple...
"Aaaaaawwwwww, Yes! Damn, damn, yes!" Bonnie cried out in wildly ecstatic passion.
"Me, too! I'm cumming, too!" Their bodies were fused together as if struck by
lightning, the whole smooth length of unbroken curves and hollows ground tightly and
moistly together in a wanton, incestuous fusion of their frenzied, cuntal orgasms... their
naked thighs and bellies trembling and quivering still as the final pangs of this salacious
'union shivered out of control inside them, still locked tightly together in the last throes
of mutual, frantic lust.
Finally, still quaking feverishly, they fell apart like the two halves of a mold, Bonnie's
reddened face a mask of rekindled shame and anguish and Melinda... well, just that
same thin smile and a glazed over sheen to her brown eyes that said it all.


Chapter 8

"Red-Dog One to Base, Red-Dog One to Base... Do you read me, Base? Over..."
Captain Amos Parker, Warden of the Athens Prison Farm and Processing Plant, was
sound asleep for the third time tonight in his double bed at the Mountain View Motor
Inn. The Captain dreaming of a quiet evening by the fire back at his house in Athens
Valley, a good book in his hand, and a cool glassful of Tennessee sippin' whiskey at his
side. He stirred reluctantly, his tired and dulled senses fighting back at his sudden and
raucous intrusion. The tired man was half out of bed before he realized that this was
just the first of three field units checking in. It was four A.M., time for the last check
before the new crews went out. Captain Parker had foolishly volunteered to keep the
base unit here in his rented room tonight so his lieutenants could manage some well
earned sleep. Sluggishly, he climbed out of bed, wearing his usual blue and white
striped pajamas, and crossed the room to where the RCA unit sat by the window,
attached to a hastily strung atenna that crossed from the peak of this half of the motel
to the units across the parking lot.
"Base to Red-Dog One," he mumbled gruffly, though his men were only following
orders, and he would have been much angrier had they not bothered to check in at ail.
"I read you, Red-Dog One, Over."
"Cap'n, Lee Roy here, Marvin's trying to catch a little shut-eye... " Gone was the
federallyenforced radiotelephone formality, and the talk now was just man-to-man. "...
but I reckon it don't make no difference whether we're sleeping or walking. There just
ain't no sign of them men, Cap'n. They just managed to slip by us somehow without a
trace!"
"All right, Lee Roy, I know you've done your best out there. What's your position
now?"
"Well, something like three miles up Beaver Ridge Mountain... I can see the ranger
station's lights up on top, so we must be about half-way there. We notified Ranger
Stovall that we were up here, so he's on the lookout for any campfires or flashlights,
just in case those fellers are still around..."
"You don't figure they're hanging 'round somewhere, waiting 'til it cools off a bit, huh?"
The lieutenant's reply was quick and definite. "No, sir. We've got Sparky and Yaller up
here with us and you know if there was a scent to be found, they'd have found it by
now. I reckon those men had a pickup waiting somewhere, maybe stashed back in the
woods on one of these logging trails, and they're probably over the state line and
moving fast by now."
"Well, maybe so, Lee Roy, maybe so..." Captain Parker was deep in thought... and
worry. He'd never had an escapee get away without a trace before, and this prison break
was made up of three men, all of them lifers with records as long as your arm. Tillman
Blackwell, arrested for armed robbery and assault with intent to kill. Louie Destefano, a
Yankee boy sent up for rape and car theft. And Carlton Lee, probably the ringleader, a
veteran of five years at Athens Farm alone. He had tried two previous times to escape,
one of those times resulting in an injured guard. No sir, he didn't like this whole
situation one little bit This kind of publicity was bad for the farm, real bad. The
newspapers would have all the mountain folk for five counties around all riled up toting
shotguns and probably shooting at anything that moved, including each other. No, this
was bad, real bad. "Well, stay with it, Lee Roy. I'll be up your way sometime in the
morning. Maybe you'll have some kind of trail by then. If not, I'll send in another team
of dogs, and let you and Marvin work down by the old Mill Road Bridge.
"All right, Cap'n, but these here dogs are the best there is, and if they ain't found no
trail, no dog around will..."
"Never mind about that," the Captain snapped gruffly. "Just keep running that grid
pattern and we'll meet you up by the ranger station about mid-morning. Base over and
out." They greyhaired Captain, his face twisted into a mask of rage and disgust, cursed
his luck for having a thing like this happening now of all times! He cursed the convicts
for choosing this week to escape, cursed the Fates for allowing it, and cursed the Prison
Department just because he was feeling ornery and they were always good for a curse
or two when things went badly. All these years without my girls around, and now, just
when they're so close, I have to be out running this dangblasted search operation!
Amos Parker shook his head and allowed himself the rare privilege of self-indulgence
that came so rarely to a man as dedicated to his work as himself. I'll call them in the
morning, he promised himself, maybe that's not as good as being there, but at least I
can explain all this to them in my own way. God only knows what they'd hear from
Agnes or some of the others back at the farm. His eyes were suddenly far away and
many years in the past... Oh Christ_ he muttered under his breath, I hope I haven't
made a mistake in bringing them here... God, I hope this is right!

* * *

It was cold that morning, unseasonably cold, even for the kind of mountain elevation
Athens Farm boasted. Guard Sergeant Amos Parker, in charge of the day's duty roster,
was out of bed disgustingly early and off for the guardhouse that was his office. He
bundled himself in his department-issue overcoat that was as thin as a windbreaker, a
product of some political patronage, no doubt. It was a long walk from the tiny
bungalow he and his young wife Annie shared uncomfortably with their two small
children, Melinda, just turned five, and the baby, Bonnie, not quite three. They were
both sleeping soundly in their small bedroom when he left in the cold greyblack of
early dawn, but he looked in on them anyway, just like he did every morning. It was
silly, he knew, but he always stood there for a few seconds in the doorway and watched
to be certain they were breathing normally and that everything was in order, just the
kind of thing a father would do and not tell anyone else about. This morning, he
seemed to feel closer to his two beautiful girls than usual, and he lingered a few extra
seconds, taking in the childish beauty and innocence of their quiet peaceful faces.
He closed their bedroom door soundlessly, and let himself out without waking Annie.
She had enough to do all day, what with two small children under foot, and she needed
all the sleep they would let her have. He silently blew her a kiss as he passed their
darkened bedroom, and then he was out once again in the bone chilling morning cold,
his breath hanging about his face in a wet vaporous mist as he walked slowly but
deliberately down the muddy path that would take him to the guardhouse where his
men would be gathering in a few more minutes. Across the compound, he could see the
bustle of movement inside the fences as work crews were turned out of the warm
barracks into the biting morning cold, row after row of identically clad men in heavy
denim outfits with fur caps and prison-issue hightop shoes made for working in the
fields.
Sergeant Parker had dreaded this morning for weeks, for in addition to his usual daily
routine of assigning the horse-mounted guards, rotating the tower guards, issuing arms
and ammunition and verifying the thrice-daily counts, today he was faced as well with
the unenviable task of taking a special crew down to Cold Gap for some road work.
This was usually out of the domain of Athens Farm, since the state had plenty of road
gang crews whose duties included clearing roadside right-of-ways and repairing cracks
and buckles as they frequently appeared in the rough extremes of mountain
temperatures. But the sudden drop in the thermometer last week had brought with it an
unprecedented amount of highway damage, and a special request had come through
from headquarters down east for some of the Athens men to be reassigned temporarily
to road repair. One of the requests from the adjoining county was responsible for
furnishing the equipment and trucks, while Athens was to supply the inmates and the
necessary armed guards, as none of the men from the farm were honor grade and could
be trusted to work with only an unarmed driver. Of course, it was fast approaching
winter, and Athens had plenty of free manpower, but the Sergeant hated the prospect of
supervising road crews for the next few days. His men would be scattered all over five
counties, everyone of them rightfully muttering and complaining about standing guard
duty all day in this freezing weather without extra pay.
It was with this anticipated dissension in mind that Sergeant Parker had volunteered to
stand a full watch himself, just to take some of the steam out of the men's belly-aching
tonight when the crews returned. At least this way he couldn't be accused of running
the show from a cozy armchair by the fire.
He'd assigned the men that morning without favoritism, just drawing from those whose
names were next on the duty roster, even going so far as to put two of the more
troublesome guards on the tar-truck, considered the best cold-weather assignment for
road duty, as the area immediately around the truck was filled with gas-heated asphalt,
therefore, always relatively warm. Parker had thought for a second of saving that plum
for himself, but he knew there would be talk, so he took one of the regular crews for
himself and hoped this would keep the men quiet.
Within fifteen minutes, the trucks began to run in from the road camp in the next
county, and a loud chorus of boos and catcalls went up from the assembled men inside
the double fences when the trucks first came into sight. Sergeant Parker felt almost like
joining them in their expression of disapproval, but he went efficiently about his job
instead, and in another twenty minutes, an the crews were loaded aboard the heavy
trucks and were on their way. The driver and two guards rode in front, while the
inmates were herded into the unheated rear, where a heavygauge screen cage with
canvas lashed to the outside afforded scant protection from the elements.
The morning's repair work had gone surprisingly fast under the expert supervision of a
foreman from another camp. Sergeant Parker's crew was finished with its assigned
stretch of road by noon, when it was time to take a break and huddle in the back of the
truck for the thin sandwiches the men had brought with them from the farm and some
luke warm liquid that was called hot chocolate, though it was far from hot and had
probably contained very little, if any, real chocolate. Amos Parker took that opportunity
to phone in for further instructions, as he had noticed the sky was beginning to take on
an ominous grey cast. When snow began to fall a few minutes later, the crews were
called in. There was singing in the back of the truck that afternoon, for the convicts had
been spared another afternoon's work and would be free to lounge around the barracks
until time to troop to the mess hall. But when they crested the ridge beyond Cold Gap,
and could see Athens Prison Farm below, even Sergeant Parker had to join the inmates
in a hearty laugh; for it wasn't snowing at all in Athens Valley, only up in the higher
elevations where they had been sent to work. This was an extra bonus, because not only
did the men have the afternoon off, but they would be allowed out in the yard for
exercise to boot!
Amos Parker, forty-five years old that year and a veteran of fifteen years in the
department, felt very relaxed and contented, for he knew that this meant at least part of
an afternoon free for him as well. He looked forward to spending it with his wife and
his kids, maybe roasting marshmallows or something equally as silly to pass the time. I
t was rare that he found any daylight hours at all to be with them, and he valued what
few he could manage like precious stones.
It was scarcely two-thirty when he started up the path to bungalow 17, his home then,
passing the captain's house that would one day be his. It was then occupied by a husky
ex-Marine named Donaldson, his fat and hearty wife, and four children.
Looking back on the events of that afternoon weeks later, Amos Parker would
remember that his first inkling of something being wrong was when he noticed that the
shades were still drawn closed at his bungalow. Annie was always hurrying around
opening the curtains and drawing the shades when she first got out of bed. And where
were the kids? Sure, it was still cold outside, but that never stopped Melinda and
Bonnie. They were like a couple of Eskimos, always out in the worst weather.
His mind was running over the possibilities when he opened the front door, a bit
surprised that he had to use his key, as Annie usually left it unlocked during the
daytime so the kids could run
in and out of the house. Maybe he would have thought of it sooner, had his mind been
trained to work in those circles, but he didn't... it wasn't until the door to the girls'
room opened at. the sound of his entry and the two small girls rushed out with tear
stained cheeks that Parker looked toward the bedroom door and saw it was tightly shut.
"Mommie said we had to stay in our rooms and not to bother her," Melinda began to
explain, but Amos Parker was not hearing anything but the sound of blood rushing in
his brain. Silently, with a smile, he scurried the two kids back into their room and
walked quietly down the hallway to he and his wife's bedroom. Glancing back to see
that the girls were out of sight, he threw open the door and it slammed against the wall
with a frightening crash. It was only then that he realized his service revolver was in his
hand, not in his holster, and the implications sent a chill of horror down his spine that
was worse than the shock of what met him inside that bedroom.
It flashed across his brain cells like a blue-movie across a dirty sheet... there on the bed
with his wife, stark naked, was Jefferson, the trusty who worked in the civilian kitchen,
his big black ass stuck up in the air, encircled with the white lengths of Annie's long
bare legs. There was a cry of horrified disbelief from Annie and a shriek of genuine fear
from Jefferson as they both spotted the strapping man in the doorway and the pearlhandled 
revolver in his right hand.
"Amos! My God, Amos!" was all the naked brunette could manage as the husky
Negro's cock slipped from her with a wetly evil sound that was all that could be heard.
"Sergeant Parker, please don't shoot! P-Please don't shoot me!" Jefferson's tone was real
enough, for the look of sudden hatred and revulsion that filled Amos Parker's eyes
would have scared the Devil himself. But he had no intentions of shooting anyone,
unless it might be himself.
"Get out, Jefferson... get your clothes and get out quietly. Mention one word of this to
anybody, anybody at all, and they'll be pulling your black ass out of the Yancey River
come spring thaw, you understand?"
"Yessir, Mister Parker, yessir!" he was babbling, his eyes wide and white with fear and
more than a little hope now that he seemed to be given a chance to see another day.
"Get back to your cellblock and stay there until you hear from me. Don't leave that
block, understand? You'll be leaving on the prison bus when it makes its round day
after tomorrow."
"L-Leaving, sir?" That nagging dread had returned to his voice now and he was
thinking of the cold dark depths of the Yancey in mid-November.
"I'll have you transferred to Central Prison down in Raleigh. Don't worry about how,
I'll take care of that. But I've got friends down there, Jefferson, lots of them, both inside
and out, and if I ever hear that you've said one word about today or about my wife, I'll
kill you. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" The big black man nodded several times,
his head shaking uncontrollably. "Then get out... now!"
Sergeant Amos Parker looked down at the heavy loaded revolver in his hand and saw
that his fingers were curled tightly around the trigger guard so that his knuckles shone
white and ugly, like flesh-stripped bones. And when he looked up again, Annie was
where she had been when he opened the door, the sheet pulled up around her now in a
ludicrous attempt at some kind of misguided modesty. Amos Parker just shook his head
and walked out, closing the door behind him... closing the door for good on his wife of
six years. And, though he did not know it then, on his two little girls.


Chapter 9

It was pushing five o'clock now and the sky behind the Blue Ridge Mountains was
beginning to lighten. It would be daylight soon, and this morning chill would bum off
and turn into a fine summer's day. Captain Parker decided it was useless to try to get
any more sleep, so he plugged in the coffeemaker they had brought from the Farm and
reheated some of yesterday's coffee. It had been bad enough then and was probably
unfit for man or beast this morning. He reached for the phone to call his men in the
other rooms, but remembered that the elderly couple who ran this motel did everything
themselves, and they'd probably have to get out of bed to answer the switchboard. They
were awfully nice folks, and he knew they would hardly be ones to complain, but it
bothered him to think of disturbing them. So he decided to get dressed and go pound
on a few doors to get his crew into action. There were calls to make later down to state
headquarters, and progress reports that had to be made to the bureaucrats who rode to
work in fancy air-conditioned cars, but first on the agenda was breakfast for he and his
men, and then a briefing on today's work ahead of them. He had fifteen of his own
men in the field and five trusties from the camp who handled the dogs when they were
on the scent. And, of course, the ten dogs themselves, the real stars of this performance.
Sparky and Yaller were the best of the two dozen or so dogs they kept at Athens Farm,
but all of them were good, and sufficiently vicious to inspire that necessary fear in the
men being chased. There was nothing on earth that sounded half as eerie as the sound
of a half-dozen trained tracking dogs as they raced along, unleashed, following the scent
of a scared man on the run through the mountains. Their cries would bounce off the
sides of the hills and echo like some insane laughter down through the valleys, and you
could hear them coming a mile off. There wasn't a man around who would fail to
recognize the change in their husky voices when they were hard-on to a strong trail.
Not a one of them was a pedigreed anything, just a nameless mixture of bloodhound
and mountain hound. Some of them looked more like bear hounds, the notorious
black-and-tans monsters that the mountaineers in these parts use to run a full-grown
black bear to earth. But most of them were just plain dogs, as simple and earthy as the
rest of Captain Parker's men, but skilled in their job.
He took a big swig of his thick muddy coffee, then spat it out in the bathroom lavatory.
Coffee would have to wait until later when they could rustle up some breakfast for all
the men. There would be a truck up shortly with the rest of the dogs, the ones that
weren't already out with teams, and a few more trusty' inmate handlers to hold the
leads and run them until they found a scent. That is, if they found a scent.
Captain Parker was genuinely puzzled and worried this time... it just wasn't like his
dogs to fail this completely. Since they left the field where these three escaped men
managed to run off while clearing underbrush alongside a overgroan cattle pasture, they
hadn't picked up on a scent even once. It must have been a pre-arranged pick-up, he
told himself again and again, like Lee Roy suggested. How else could they have just
gotten away without leaving a trace of a trail? Yes, that must have been it; maybe a car
some outside confederate had hidden for them. Or someone could have picked them up
on the logging road up above the valley, but that would have been harder since there
was no way these men could have known exactly when they would escape. Getting
assigned to that brush-clearing detail was a bit of luck, and no one knew who would get
the job, not even the guards on duty. That was seen to in Captain Parker's department,
so there was never any hope of paying off one of the inmates who worked in the
records office. Everyone knew that the trusties who worked there would give the
inmates anything they wanted for enough money, but that kind of corruption was just
overlooked in the interest of running a smooth operation. Men could get reassigned to
different cellblocks, find out what was on their open file records, even manage to get on
a special diet or medication on occasion. But the work assignments were never handled
by any inmate, nor were the sentence records that tallied an inmate's good behavior and
"gain time", days earned. for extra duty or hazardous work assignments. No, it must
have been a, stashed vehicle of some kind that just managed to get through before the
Highway Patrol could get the roadblocks into position. And with no idea what kind of
car it was, there wasn't much hope of finding them anyway until they slipped up, and
escapees always slipped up sooner or later. If they would just lay low forever, vanish
into thin air and never look back, they would probably make it. But they all made the
same mistakes.
Most of these escape artists acted as if they thought the department was so stupid it did
not even have a system in effect for capturing the escapees. But the truth of the matter
was that a teletype went to the central office immediately following detection of their
escape, and wires were dispatched automatically; not only over the regular police lines
to every department for several states around, but also on special wires that went to the
police headquarters in every city or county where the prisoner was known to have
family or contacts. Roadblocks were usually in place inside twenty minutes, and the
local radio station, picking up the information from the prison radio channels, began
broadcasting a description to all the folks in the area. Every farmer and moonshiner for
miles around reached for his shotgun or deer rifle just in case he might be able to land
himself a piece of that hundred-dollar reward money that was standard on every escape.
And yet they kept on trying, week after week, month after month, even when the odds
were so hopelessly against them.
Amos Parker just shook his head from side to side... Christ, he knew he'd probably be
the worst ringleader of them all if he was inside the prison instead of out. Nobody
could understand what these men went through unless they'd seen it or experienced it
themselves. Prison was a crippling, cruel place, designed to break a man's spin t and
leave him nothing in return. But Captain Parker knew it was a necessary evil. After all,
he'd rather see these men locked up tight than running around the streets where they
might get to a man's children... He thought of his own long unseen daughters. Why the
very fact that he had children at all sounded somehow strange and unreal after all these
years of trying to forget.
The decision hadn't been easy at first. He had done what had to be done, even though
he knew he'd made a choice that would haunt him for the rest of his days. But living
with Annie would have eaten his guts out like an army of worms...

* * *

"Are you going to shoot me, Amos?" his wife had quietly asked. She had found her
dressing gown and come out into the hallway where Sergeant Parker stood, shaking like
a man with palsy.
Amos looked down at the gun in its leather holster for a long time and then looked
back at his wife. Her face was still damp with perspiration from the obvious rigors of
her adulterous lovemaking. "No, Annie, I'm not going to shoot you. I'm not going to
lay a finger on you, not now... not ever. But it's not for you... it's for them." He inclined
his head toward the girls' bedroom where they were playing noisily, laughing and
shrieking in some child's game. "I want them to have a mother, even if it's you. I can't
offer them anything here alone. This isn't a life for little girls." He paused and walked
to the window. Outside, the inmates were playing a game of football with a patched
and battered old pigskin someone had donated. They seemed mindless of the first now
flurries of the storm that had moved down now into the lower elevations. "I want you
and the girls to get out, Annie. Go wherever you like and I'll send you money for the
kids. There'll be nothing for you, not now and not when I die. But I want those girls
taken care of. You can tell them whatever you wan t, because I don't figure I'll ever be
seeing them again. I don't think I could bear just to see them once or twice a year... It'll
be better this way for all of us. Now start packing, Annie, because this is your last day
as Mrs. Amos Parker."

* * *

Somewhere down the row of thin-walled motel rooms, Captain Parker heard a phone
ringing and he stopped tugging on his heavy wool socks. The owners must be up and
around, he thought, so it won't make no difference about my using the telephone now.
He went into the bathroom to throw some cold water on his face. Those memories were
just as painful now as ever, even though it had been a long time since he thought about
that day and about Annie, dead now and in her grave. Yessir, I've got a lot of catching
up to do with those girls. I just hope to God it's not too late!


Chapter 10

Melinda lay alone across her bed in the guest bedroom, wearing just her bra and
panties. Her sister Bonnie was visiting with a family they had met just after lunch, the
Stricklands, who worked here at the prison farm, and had a couple of small children
Bonnie could work out her maternal instincts on. None of that kiddie stuff for Melinda,
no sir! Bonnie could play Mommie any day and all night too if she wanted, but she'd
just beg off with a headache, like she did when the Stricklands invited them both over.
Melinda was all alone in the house now with nothing to do, but think about the phone
can she got from the Captain. No, from Father, she thought angrily, I've got to stop
thinking of him as just some stranger. He is our father, after all, even if we hardly know
him.
Melinda was running through their brief phone conversation word by word,
remembering how strange it had been to call a voice on a telephone her "father". How
tense and nervous his voice had sounded, but how gentle it had been underneath. He
hardly seemed the type to be running a prison full of dangerous convicts... convicts!
That's what I wanted to remember! Those binoculars I saw in Father's study!
Melinda bounced eagerly off the bed and hurried into her father's unlocked study. She
took a pair of Japanese binoculars from their vinyl case on his desk. It wasn't really
twilight yet, but the mountains around the valley were so high that from about four
o'clock on, the camp was hidden in deep purple-gray shadow. She raced back to her
bedroom, her breasts bouncing in her tiny brassiere as she ran on bare feet to the side
window overlooking the men's compound below. It took a bit of adjusting to get the
binoculars to fit her face, and then the center wheel had to be turned just so to bring it
all into focus... Wow! It was just as she had hoped it would be! A perfect view!
It was as if the cellblock building had been built especially with this in mind. Melinda
could see right into the long, windowed length of the multi bed cellblock. Better yet,
she had a clear view of the steamy, tile-lined shower room! Eagerly, she licked her lips
and squinted through the field glasses for a better look. God, there were dozens of men
running around inside the block, covered with nothing but undershorts or towels. She
could see that all of them were in, perfect condition from the hard outdoor work that
was assigned to them here, but in the shower room, she could see everything! The
showers were just to the right of her vision, but as the men stepped in and out of the
hot misty spray, she could see them distinctly, their strong virile bodies covered with
soap and streaming with hot cleansing water!
She had the binoculars aimed at one in particular, a young man not much older than
herself, and damn was he ever built! Man, he was hung like a horse! Mmmmmmmm,
what she could do with a big cock like that right now! She could take it and...
"Melinda, Melinda, you silly fool, you'll only get yourself so worked up you won't sleep
tonight," she said aloud to herself, and looked away from the window, now misting
over from her fast, heavy breathing. She unhooked her brassiere and took it off, gently
rubbing the tingling tips of her breasts, hardened and sensitive now from what she had
seen.
She stretched herself out languorously across the bed, her fingers tenderly stroking the
soft white flesh of her firm breasts, thinking of what she had just seen and what it had
done to her. Melinda knew what she was, but she didn't care. It was her life, all of it,
and she intended to lead it as she felt like doing, without anyone's permission or
approval. It didn't bother her in the least that most girls would have shrieked and hid
their faces at the sight of a crowd of naked, well-endowed men. But she wasn't like
them. She was Melinda Parker, and nobody else could tell her...
There it was again. She thought it was her imagination the first time she heard it a few
minutes ago, but now she knew it was definitely real. Something was scratching at the
front door. A mouse maybe? Perhaps it was some animal from the forest; they were
certainly close enough up here on the side of this mountain. She climbed off the bed
and went first to the front window for a peek. Cautiously, without even thinking of her
near-nudity, she drew back the curtain and looked out onto the front porch, illuminated
by the harsh yellow bulb over the door. It was a dog! A big German shepherd standing
there scratching with his forepaw at her father's door!
She looked at the dog in puzzlement for several seconds before she recognized him. It
was King, the dog Agnes had pointed out earlier today when Melinda asked about the
husky male animal that seemed to have the run of the whole camp. Should she let him
in? Agnes had made some kind of rude chuckle when she asked if he was friendly, but
had finally assured her that he wouldn't bite her or anything like that. She thought
about it for a second or two. She considered the possibility of just ignoring him, but his
scratching was becoming more persistent now. She could just picture the big dumb
animal sitting there for hours, scratching away until she went crazy. Oh what the hell,
Melinda finally said to herself, I'll let him in. He looks friendly enough and I could use
the company!
The scantily clad brunette opened the door and the animal looked up at her in
undisguised interest. "Well, come on in fella, make yourself at home!"
King was momentarily confused at finding this unknown female human in the old
man's house, but the large animal quickly put it out of his thoughts. as things were
always changing around this place, and he had grown used to newness and variety. This
human was young, like most of the other females that came to him at night for his
favors. He knew that what happened between him and these women was supposed to
be a secret, some thing that the old man and the guards with the sticks that shot fire
must never know about, because the women came to him stealthily, secretly, and that
was something a dog would notice. But why was this female here in the old man's
house? There was another one here, of course, but she was old like the man and never
came to him like the young ones did. He looked the situation over carefully before he
crossed the threshold arid entered the human dwelling. This human seemed friendly
enough and there was certainly no scent of danger. But there was one scent the husky
animal picked up immediately, and that was the musky scent of female arousal!
"Well, now, big boy," said Melinda softly stroking the German shepherd's ears. "You
seem to have decided you're not afraid of me, huh? Well, it's nice to have you drop by.
Hell, you may be the only company I get for months!" She admired his sleek muscular
torso, the shape of his huge furry chest; his ears were up and alert. He seemed every bit
the German shepherd, yet Agnes had said he was taken off the chase dog teams several
years ago because he lacked the fierceness necessary for a rugged, day and night hunt.
What was it she had added, yeah, "... he's a lover, not a fighter, honey!" It seemed kind
of a stupid thing to say at the time, but now, looking at the powerful, handsome beast,
Melinda could understand what the Captain's housekeeper must have meant. Christ, he
does have beautiful brown eyes, almost human in their warmth and depth of
understanding! Why, I'll bet he could understand everything I could say to him. Hell,
he might even be reading my thoughts!
He was just that kind of animal – one that you couldn't just look at and turn away. He
was a definite personality, just like some people are definite strong types. You could
love him or maybe hate him, but you couldn't be indifferent to him. No, he was really
some dog! thought Melinda.
He seemed to know his way around, so Melinda did not bother too much with him at
first. But then the boredom of being alone without even a television began to take its
toll. She found a roll of string in a drawer, and began to toss it to him like a rubber
ball. Obediently, though she had a hunch the game was too childish for such a lofty
animal, the dog would fetch it and return it to her. Then she would throw it again, and
watch his sleek muscles in action as he bounded across' the room, often catching it in
mid-air when it bounced. It was one of those unpredictable twists of fate that did it, one
of those things that just happen and change everything in its path for then and
thereafter. What would have happened if Lincoln had stayed home that night from
Ford Theater? What if Lee Harvey Oswald had never learned to shoot in the Marines?
Or if Columbus had given up and sailed back for Spain? Just as those events changed
the course of history in their wake, so was Melinda's whole life to be changed by the
simple act of rolling a ball of twine under a chair!
"Never mind, King, I'll get it for you!" she finally called when it looked as though the
huge dog would tear the covering off the chair in his one-track determination to
retrieve the toy. Melinda jumped up from the edge of the bed in the bedroom and
bounded through the open doorway, still naked except for the sheerest panties. She had
been absently throwing the ball of string again and again while thinking of taking
another look with the binoculars down into the men's compound. Bonnie would
probably be hours yet, and the Captain definitely would not be back before tomorrow,
so one more quick peek wouldn't hurt anything. She was jerked out of this train of
lustful thought by King's loud, incessant barking, and she hurried to retrieve his
plaything just to shut him up. Kneeling on the old hardwood, she lowered her head
almost to the floor while she probed up under the huge overstuffed armchair in search
of the errant toy, when suddenly... Christ almighty, what was that!
Melinda's head snapped back around so violently that she almost lost her balance and
fell on her face. It was King! And that was no innocent curious sniff! That was his
tongue that had darted wetly up between her naked thighs! She could still feel its
animal-quickness where it had electrically brushed over the narrow crotchband of her
panties where they barely concealed the hot moist pinkness of her excited cuntal heat.
King had obviously known she was erotically aroused and was only acting like the virile
beast he was!
That had to be it! His hot probing tongue had seared her like a flaming brand when it
lovingly caressed the lust-swollen lips of her throbbing pussy through the sheer
protection of her panties! She waited for a few more seconds in that same position and
the strong masculine animal did it again! As though it were the most natural thing on
earth, King simply drew the pink length of his heavy tongue between her slightlysplayed 
thighs and over the full pungent length of her cuntal furrow, sending a fresh
wave of excitement and wondrous discovery up her naked spine.
"Why, no wonder Agnes chuckled when I asked her if you were friendly... you're a
regular lover, aren't you, big boy? I'll bet you've been keeping that or bag happy when
father's not looking, haven't you? Maybe that's why the bitch has stayed alive so long!"
She stood up and looked down at the devilish creature, looked deep into his dark
perceptive eyes. Damn, he was almost human! Suddenly, Melinda's mind reeled with a
rushing flood of emotion as an idea so savagely wild, so forbiddingly erotic, stabbed
into her brain. She nearly fell over with its impact! Of course, why not! It was the
ultimate goal for someone like herself. Why not give it a try! It wasn't exactly unheard
of, that much she knew. Women had been doing it for years, so why not her!
Trembling with the passionate fury of her newly-conceived notion, Melinda stood
before the powerfully muscled male animal, her legs just slightly spread apart, bare feet
on the cool wooden floor, and with the fingers of one hand, she tauntingly eased back
the damp crotchband of her nearly-transparent panties so that the full pink slit of her
wet, quivering pussy was exposed to this strange and wondrous animal. She was
offering herself to him, like some pagan sacrifice from eons past!
"Want some more of it, handsome?" she purred seductively. "C'mon, it's all yours! An
the hot, wet pussy you can lick, baby!" Her whole body was shaking with the lewd
awareness of what she was doing. She had done some wild and crazy things in her
short, exciting life, but this was the wildest of them all!
She waited impatiently for him to make his move, easing back the wet crotchband still
further as she urged him on in low hoarse whispers. For a moment, she thought it had
all been an accident, that this magnificent creature had merely chanced upon the warm
wet slit concealed between her eager thighs. But then he did it again and she knew it
was no fluke! This was for real!
Melinda caught herself purring like an animal with rapturous delight as the German
shepherd's long thick reddish tongue curled out of his lips and seared the fervently
quivering lips of her inflamed pussy! Darting about promiscuously, it caressed the
pouting pink folds of her vagina, splaying apart the damp folds of soft moist flesh,
surging upward as if with a mind of its own, and finally resting for a frantic instant on
the throbbing nerve-laden bud of her eager clitoris! She did not need to urge him on at
all now. He acted on his own and Melinda could only watch through half-opened eyes
as, accompanied by her panting whimpers, he repeated his hot, invading thrusts, his
tongue probing wantonly up into the very mouth of her ravenous, hungry vagina as she
held back the sheer nylon of her panty crotchband for his wickedly salacious lovings!
Finally, Melinda managed to bring herself back down to earth, and she gently, lovingly,
pushed the great beast's nose away from her moist cuntal slit. "Just a minute, lover,"
she murmured softly. "Melinda's got something better in mind. You just be a good boy
and follow me, okay?" she said, looking deeply into his longing brown pools, and it
seemed that she caught a sparkling glimmer of recognition there. Damn, this animal
could even understand human talk! Maybe he wasn't an animal at all, she laughed to
herself, but some prince trapped in a dog's body.
The voluptuous brunette, completely naked now as she rolled down her soaked panties
and tossed them mindlessly aside, stood in the doorway of her bedroom and beckoned
the virile animal to follow. "Well, are you coming or not? Or do you want to see me
beg first? C'mon!" And with those words, King trotted happily after her, confused at
the strange words and actions of this different human female, but just as eager as any of
the other times. She closed the door behind him and sprawled herself on the bed and
motioned for him to join her. "C'mon, handsome, come up here and lick my hot pussy
for me! C'mon, you know what I need... Come on!"
Hesitating in a brief moment of confusion, King then jumped onto the single bed
gracefully, like a jungle animal, and steadied himself on the jiggling mattress. Then,
after looking up at his new human playmate, he lowered his head once again to the
glistening fragrant heat of her naked cuntal slit, and his tongue lashed out in a frenzied
darting thrust that seemed to slash into the young brunette's vaginal softness like a
bullwhip. She jerked and tensed from this sudden forceful contact. She knew she could
stop now, it was not too late yet. But Melinda had no desire to turn back now, this was
something new, something totally wicked and perverse and nothing could stop her
from trying it, no matter what the cost! The shapely brunette shivered with delight as
the curling fiery length of his animal-tongue began to lick her wildly, while its hot pink
length began to snake up over the slightly rounded curve of her brown belly, moving
upwards towards the soft supple mounds of her trembling young breasts. Her nipples
were hard and fully erect in feverish expectation.
With her whole body alive with frenzied emotion and uncontrollable trembling he
licked lightly over the full pear-shaped mounds of her breasts, and then returned to the
hot beckoning wetness between her shivering ivory thighs. She could hear an animal
moan come from deep in his throat as he lowered his tongue to her cunt once more.
She whimpered helplessly as she felt the surge of his hot beastly breath on the sensitive
moist folds of her vagina. He started in on her again, his long pink tongue seemed to be
seeking out the source of her pungent musky aroma, first coursing over her goose
bump-covered thighs and then finally... lasciviously... driving in between the pouting,
blood-filled lips of her lustfully-aroused cuntal crevice! Her legs splayed even wider
apart, and she could hear her heart pounding noisily in her chest as she waited
expectantly for more of his deliciously stirring caress!
"Mmmmmmmmmm, baby!" she gasped when his thrill-giving animal tongue brushed
magically over her moist pussy-folds. "You're better than most men I've known, honey!
That's it, lick me there, that's the right spot!" She felt his searing tongue cut through
the puckered pink lips of her vagina as he drew its full fiery length upward through the
quivering crevice of her cuntal slit; then from the tightly-clenched little ring of her anus,
burning over the trembling, eager lips of her pussy-crevice, to the wantonly ecstatic
little bud of her clitoris. Again and again he repeated this, each time more devastatingly
arousing than the time before, until Melinda was a helpless, moaning creature of
wantonly pulsating flesh, and she knew she had to have total, fulfilling release, or go
out of her mind!
"Don't stop, oh, please, don't stop!" the naked college girl moaned huskily, her whole
body a mass of wildly tingling nerve-endings from this wonderful animal's skillful
tonguing. The frantic tempo of her whimpering cries steadily increased as she slipped
into near-unconsciousness from the fervent, punishing caresses the dog's long and thick
tongue was giving her between her widespread thighs. His tongue stroked back and
forth again and again, from the tautly-puckered little orifice of her anus, ever upward
and down again through the smooth furrow of her smoldering pussy-slit! Every single
licking caress hesitated at the palpitating node of her wildly quivering clitoris, and her
breath froze in her lungs at every savagely erotic touch there. She was burning alive
with her own wanton, animal lust! She had to have a cock inside her... she had to!
This lewd oral scene might have gone on for days for all Melinda knew, because she
hadn't the vaguest conception of time or of anything else for that matter. Nothing
occupied a single cell of her brain except this fantastic animal's fervent tongual caresses.
She could think of nothing but the sheer wanton lasciviousness of his long bestial
tongue driven deep in to the splayed cuntal moistness of her frenzied pussy!
"That's my wonderful lover, that's my man," she whimpered over and over mindlessly
as his thick hot tongue curled pervertedly up into the very depths of her hot clasping
cuntal depths. Her knees were pressed tightly against the soft yielding flesh of her
breasts as she held them there with her arms so that he could have all... all!... every
fleshy pore of her inflamed young cunt! King was intensely enjoying the excitement of
love-making with this human female. But there was something different about this
woman, something that set her apart from all the others he had taken since the first one
several years ago. Of course, he had never done this with anyone here in the old man's
house, but that was not what made her different. He could not quite fathom it, and his
animal-thoughts were confused as he lowered his head again, and gave this lovely naked
human such obvious pleasure. With the other females it had always been a hurried and
furtive act, and he never felt that it was much more than a performance expected of
him. No, it wasn't the same with this human, and King was beginning to think that he
liked this better. She was indeed a beautiful female, and none of the ones who came to
him at night with whispered urgings, all hot between their legs, were nearly so
attractive. But there was more, a feeling that, somehow, a strange kind of bond was
starting already to grow with this human. Yes, it puzzled him a great deal, but he knew
it mustn't interfere with what was expected of him. No, he planned to perform
especially well with this one, better than ever!
Still standing on the bed between her widely-spread legs, King stepped back a foot or so
and stood eagerly, his long tongue dangling from his jaws and his tail wagging in eager
anticipation.
Melinda did not open her eyes for a few seconds, fully expecting him to resume his
wondrously skillful tonguings; but when he did not bring his loving tongue back to the
still-unsated cleft between her shivering thighs, she looked between her knees
imploringly. "What's wrong, lover? W-Why did you stop?" she asked weakly, her voice
heavy with passion. And then she knew. His huge scarlet animal-cock had slipped
wetly' from its furry sheath beneath his sinewy belly, and it was almost fully exposed,
its long crimson length jutting out along his fur-covered underside, its tip dripping
lewdly as it dangled expectantly!
She was reeling at the very prospect! Animal-fucked! How could she have come to this!?
But as her thoughts began to clear and the gnawing agonies of her unquenched wanton
passion began to clutch and tear at her very insides, she knew what she wanted: his
throbbing animal cock!


Chapter 11

Melinda was still confused and more than a little frightened as the huge beast stepped
from between her widely-splayed legs and began to nuzzle her powerfully along the
outside of her thigh and hip. Of course, he wants me to turn over... the dog way! Again
he nudged her there, a deep husky sound coming from his throat that could easily have
been a fierce growl. But Melinda did not have to be asked twice... she wanted to do it
now, she really and truly wanted to feel his swollen scarlet dog-cock inside her! She
wanted to know the feeling of his thick creamy animal-cum exploding in a savage burst
into her belly! She was utterly and completely lost in the forbidden revelry of his lewd
sexual adventure, and she didn't want it to stop!
Melinda lowered her long smooth bare legs to the mattress, and then, smiling at her
anxiously waiting animal-lover, she rolled onto her belly and raised up onto her knees,
her breasts and face resting on the mattress and pillow. Inside her reeling mind, she
could picture the panting, virile animal poised there behind her lewdly-upthrust naked
white buttocks, his eager gaze taking in the soft feminine curves of her ass-cheeks and
thighs. She knelt there for what seemed an eternity, trembling in expectant, longing
anguish until finally his long, wet tongue joyously parted the pouting, fleshy lips of her
vagina with one long delicious laving stroke that caressed her from the forbidden taut
hole of her anus, down through the moist, steaming furrow of her pussy and then
electrically over the super-sensitive bud of her throbbing young clitoris! One slithering
hot swipe of his lust-giving tongue, and she was lost again in the fathomless pool of
bestial desire!
Melinda ached to just reach behind her naked buttocks and spread apart the lips of her
fervently-aroused cunt to give the powerful male animal even greater access, but she
was determined to let him do it his way, and God, that was enough! She could feel his
hot tongual caresses, splaying open the lips of her madly-inflamed pussy, licking wetly
over its quivering fleshy folds as it probed delicately at the hidden orifice of her 
tautlypuckered anus!
Man, she had felt some wild crazy things in her frantic, exciting days as a woman, but
nothing like this. She was going insane with the mind-bending flood of emotion that
surged through her kneeling nude body like an electric burst! Oh God, when was he
going to fuck her with that huge scarlet animal-cock of his?
The lust-filled woman was gasping and choking for breath as the powerful masculine
animal drew his thick burning tongue deftly through the full fiery length of her wet,
smoldering cuntal slit, and she strained to press her knees further apart to allow him
even greater entry to her throbbing pussy-lips.
Amazingly, King seemed to know precisely what he was doing. He was apparently not
satisfied to just fuck her, but wanted to see her properly .and totally aroused first! It was
incredible, yet there could be no other explanation. Melinda could see that his tapered
animalcock was still out of its furry concealment and dripping with excitement, but still
he continued his agonizing lovings with his long thick tongue, sweeping ravenously
through the heated fleshy crevice of her cunt and flicking deliberately at the lustfully
throbbing bud of her clitoris! But then she felt him stir behind her, and looking into
the mirror atop the dresser, Melinda could see that he was positioning himself to
mount her. God, he was actually going to do it! And she was going to let him. Let him
fuck her like the wanton she-bitch she was!
Every muscle in her straining body tightened as the powerful male beast's strong
forepaws suddenly grasped at the curvaceous softness of her nakedly jutting hips, his
body grinding in tightly behind the upthrust nakedness of her yielding buttocks!
Melinda could see the two of them if she twisted her head back around for a wildly
exciting glance at the dresser mirror. Every inch of their lewdly-entwined bodies was
reflected obscenely there, and she found herself gasping excitedly at just the image of
their bestial coupling! Her lips were half-parted and she gasped in short, heaving
lungfuls at the magnificent sight of his crimson glistening penis as it emerged totally
from its furry sheath beneath his belly, menacingly long and fully erect, the tapered end
bouncing around as he maneuvered his haunches to get himself in just the right
position to enter this incredibly beautiful human female. As he stirred behind her, she
moaned in ecstatic anticipation at the wildly wicked sensation of his scarlet, dripping
cock probing around in the steaming crevice of her savagely-incited cunt. He began to
hump viciously, his belly hard against her upturned ass as the hugely-swollen length of
his cock sought lustfully the desirously-splayed lips of her waiting vagina!
King's forepaws were tightly gripped around the smooth curving flesh of her nude,
upthrust hips, and he growled savagely as he thrust his haunches forward in his
desperate, eager desire to sink the crimson tapered end of his blood swollen cock inside
her. Melinda could see every detail of it happening in the dresser mirror! Now she was
squirming voluptuously beneath his crushing animal-weight, her naked buttocks
grinding back wildly in an effort to snare the end of his jerking penis, and capture it
inside of her. Christ, she was completely insane with maddening lust for his doghardness 
and she had to have it or go screaming up the walls in despair!
Desperately, hungry with lustful passion, she reached back between her lewdly-splayed
thighs, and with a groaning whimper, grabbed hold of his slippery wet animal cock
pushed it right against the gaping hot mouth of her ravenous pussy-hole! There was no
hesitation on King's part now. With a savage motion, he humped forward and drove
his aching cock between her grasping fingers and then deeply into the hungrily
writhing flesh of her naked cuntal orifice!
Momentarily paralyzed in rapt fascination, Melinda stared into the mirror as the
flaming scarlet taper of erect dog-cock slammed viciously into her with a lunge that
sank its burning length to the furry hilt, deep into the depths of her vaginal cleft. The
huge dog's dark, heavy balls slapped against her loudly as they swung to and fro,
smacking into the soaked pubic hairs beneath her damp, clasping slit.
"Oh God, yes, King! Fuck me, you big handsome bastard, fuck me good and hard! Yes,
oh shit, yes!" she cursed between clenched teeth, her eyes closed now in frenzied
passion as her savage lover began to pound into her excitedly with deep, punishing
lunges that scorched their painful way right into the heart of her belly! Melinda could
see everything when she managed to open her eyes and look into the mirror, her whole
body rhythmically jolting from his every bone-jarring thrust. She could see his long
scarlet cock pistoning into her from behind as she ground her naked buttocks backward
in matching lustful rhythm, meeting his powerful, punishing thrusts so that each one
sank to the hilt into her lewdly-clasping vaginal cleft! Wild forbidden emotions raced
through her brain as she thrust backward onto his ever-hardening tapered shaft, every
single magnificent lunge burying it deeper and deeper in a lascivious skewering
movement that seemed to drive into her very belly! His aroused body slammed against
hers with all the fury of his animal-passion, his enormous core of her being in driving
lunge after lunge of pure pleasure! Unintelligible whimpers of pleasure and pain
pouring from her lips, Melinda ground her rotating buttocks back at him with obscene
frantic passion, hungrily nibbling at the hard, glistening scarlet shaft of his animal-cock
with her ravenous pussy-lips!
"Oh, yes, King! I'm almost there, baby! Keep it up, you great big pussy-fucker, keep it
up! Oh, yes, yes!" A billion pinpricks of obscene ecstatic delight were tingling into her
flesh all over her writhing body at once, and though her eyes were fully open now,
colors and flashes of light began to whirl past them as if she were drugged... only a little
more and she would be there! A screaming savage orgasm straight out of the primeval
past!
And then, with the suddenness of an exploding fist in the face, King suddenly jerked
away from her, his still-erect cock slithering wetly with a reluctant sucking noise from
the unsated clutches of her cuntal flesh. No, not now, not yet! She could see him in the
mirror and his head was turned away from her lewdly upthrust buttocks... Melinda
snapped her head around and wiped the hair from her perspiration-drenched face.
There in the doorway, her face as white as death itself, was Bonnie, and with her was
Dan Simmons!


Chapter 12

It wasn't really a cave at all, but a house-sized split in the cliff that was left behind when
the granite rock-face separated under pressure at some point thousands of years ago,
leaving behind a huge gap that was accessible from only one side of the fissure, through
a hidden crevice barely wide enough for a good-sized man to pass through. There was
also an opening at the top, higher up the mountain, but this, like the first, was obscured
by the heavy Appalachian undergrowth, including a rhododendron thicket that was
nearly impregnable without power equipment. In short, it was a natural hide-out, and
that was its purpose now. Carlton Lee had planned it for nearly half a year, waiting and
counting the days until he got the right assignment and could make a break with some
hope of success. Tillman and Louie were not part of the plan – they had been clearing
brush with Carlton and carne along when he quietly announced he was about to make
a break for it. It had gone even more smoothly than he had hoped for; the horsemounted 
guards with their shotguns had managed to get off a couple of shots that
sprayed the underbrush with heavy buck-shot, but the prisoners managed a clean
getaway, simply because the two guards could not risk leaving the rest of the inmates in
order to chase the three escapees through the heavy mountain brush. Carlton had
discovered this cave on his first "run", an unsuccessful escape attempt he had made two
years earlier. That failure had cost him an additional eighteen months in total time
added to his sentence, plus sixty days in the "hole", the closely-watched solitary block
that was in the middle of the exercise yard at the men's compound. It was during those
sixty long days that he made his plans. Carefully, step-by-step, he went over and over
his details until there was no room for error. It had been easy to concentrate in that
isolation cell, to work on his escape, for he was alone in a six-bysix cell twenty-four
hours a day, eating what the prison authorities euphemistically called "monotonous
diet"; this had consisted exclusively of a gelatinous canned substance that was supposed
to supply all the necessary nutrients for a man on solitary without giving him any of
the fringe benefits... like edibility.
But already there had come the first big hitch in his plans, and that hang-up was what
held him to earth now. Instead of planning the second part of his escape their escape
now, as Louie and Tillman were undisputedly part of the action by an unwritten prison
code – he had to wait around until the fire cooled down and the guards were assured
that he and his confederates were way over the state line in some stolen car. Because
then, and only then, would he be able to carry off part two... breaking back into the
camp!
"I still say it's crazy, Carlton," muttered Tillman Blackwell, a skinny Tennessee
mountain boy with acne pock-marks on both his cheeks in round patches. "She may be
your woman and all that, but I don't see why we can't just keep going. You can always
try to get her out later, after you're long in the clear and the heat's died down. Hell,
maybe even a good lawyer could do it, and you'd be able to get her one if you pulled a
couple of easy jobs on the outside first."
Carlton stirred his instant coffee – made with coffee stolen from the mess hall and
secreted in a piece of cigarette-pack aluminum foil – and glared sullenly at his ill-gotten
companions. "Look, buddy, nobody asked you to come along on this picnic, and
nobody's making you stay now. If you don't like what I'm planning, then just keep
going right now. I planned this alone, and I can pun it off alone. Carla ain't staying in
that monkey-house fun of dikes a second longer than she has to. She's my wife, pal,
and she's one hell of a good piece of ass." He took a quick gulp of the hot brew and
swallowed it down. "Maybe if you stick around and help me out, I'll give you a little,
just for laughs," he bellowed raucously, a sinister grin across his yellowed teeth.
Louie was sitting cross-legged nearest the rock-face opening, peering out into the
darkness for any sign of torchlight. "I'm sticking with you, Carlton. I figure if you got
us this far, the rest should be easy. You're the one with the hideouts planned, and
without you we ain't got no chance to get to that car. Besides, breaking in and getting
the snatch out should be easy. They'll never be expecting that."
"Good thinking, Louie. For a New York kike, you ain't half bad. Just remember I grew
up not fifteen miles from here and I know these mountains like the back of my hand.
And you're damn right about the car... my brother Cecil hid it just like I told him to,
and there ain't a man inside of fifty miles who could find it unless he happened to
stumble over it. And the keys and battery are stashed somewhere else anyway."
"Yeah, you're right, Carlton," Louie replied sourly. "You're always right. But I ain't no
kike, I'm Italian. How many times I gotta' tell you? Italian, right? Not Jew!"
"Yeah, yeah, what's the difference. One Yankee's just like another underneath!"
Louie went out into the narrow opening and peered down into the creek bed below,
listening for the sound of baying hounds on a scent. "Damn you, Carlton, you crackers
are all alike! Still fighting the Civil War!"
"Oh yeah, well I got you here, didn't 1? You may know your way around New York
city, but that don't help you none up here in these hills, now does it?"
Louie came back inside, confident that they were safe at least for the moment, as the
night bore no unusual sounds, just the noises of animals stirring in the brush and the
gurgling of that beautiful trout-stream just below where they planned to catch their
breakfast. "Okay, okay, I'll lay off. I gotta hand it to you, Carlton, putting that stuff on
our shoes was the damndest thing I ever saw. Just like out of the old westerns!"
"Pine sap!" Tillman added, proud of himself for knowing something this smart-alecky
Yankee boy didn't. "It kills all the scent and the dogs can't find a trail."
Carlton smiled proudly and let them go on raving about his great idea while he finished
his coffee. He knew it wasn't half the sure thing these two lunkheads thought it was,
but it was better if they went on t h inking that way. Leastways, they wouldn't be
getting underfoot with a lot of halfbaked notions and whining about getting caught.
Carlton knew the pine pitch trick was an old one, one the Cherokees in these
mountains had used hundreds of years ago, but it wasn't totally foolproof. Men on the
run didn't leave trails just with the feet; a good tracking animal could pick up a scent
right out of the air itself. But Carlton was banking on the short run they had made to
get here and if the dogs hadn't picked them up by now, they probably would give up
and assume they had somehow managed to slip past the roadblocks and were long
gone. That was their only hope of salvation, because if the dogs kept criss-crossing their
path, they'd have to get hold of the scent sooner or later. Of course, there was one
other chance... those clouds building up in the west just before sunset tonight looked
awful nice to a man on the run. If only it would rain nice and hard, a real gully-washer,
before dawn, they'd be as safe here as the gold in Fort Knox! No dog would be able to
find them after a big rainstorm, and they could hide out here as long as their food held
out.
Carlton tried to put on his toughest, hard-con face with these two clowns, but he was
having a bit more trouble convincing himself that this was the right thing to do. After
all, he hadn't even seen Carla in five years, not since he got sent up on this last big one.
What if she didn't love him any more? Maybe she'd even gotten a divorce and
remarried! Hell, they never told you things like that in prison anyway, for fear you'd go
nuts and run off and kill somebody or something. Christ, yeah, she could have a
husband and a couple of kids out there somewhere! But no, that wouldn't be like
Carla... even if he hadn't heard from her in five years, he was just certain she'd be the
same good 'ol gal he knew, the one he'd married that night in South Carolina in that
little weddin' town. Hardly nobody knew about it, and it won't even show on his prison
records, but that didn't change nothin'. She was still his 'ol lady, no matter what!
Goddamn, what a shock it had been when Billie in the records office came runnin' in to
tell him that night after work! Little Billie was a faggot, of course, otherwise he'd have
never gotten that plush job working there in the files room under that straw-boss Sonny
Melton. Sonny never took on a new boy up there 'less he got a blow-job out of it first.
But Billie was an all right kid, even though he sucked a little cock, and Billie was from
Carlton's home town. They'd even been sentenced the same day, though not for the
same offense, and they came up to Athens on the prison bus together. Well, Billie was
the only one here that knew about Carla, and when he saw her name – Carla Jean
Monroe – there in the new arrivals list for the women's unit, he'd hurried right back
after his shift to find Carlton and let him know. Carlton thanked him real nice, maybe
even slipped him twenty-five cents or so, and then went quietly about the task of
putting this new development into his escape plans.
There'd never been any real question in his mind after that first night, when the initial
shock wore off. Of course, he'd have to get her out somehow. But what in hell was she
doing here? She'd been way the hell clear of that last job he pulled, the wholesale liquor
warehouse caper that blew up in his face when the new alarm system that his source
hadn't known about brought half the police in the county in on his back at once. No,
they couldn't have nailed Carla for that. It must have been later, he convinced himself,
promising to get a better source of info on her file, but that had never worked out. No,
all he knew was that Carla was here in the valley, locked away with all them hardass
muff divers down there in the women's unit, and he was going to get her out or die
trying. What better way to buy it, he laughed to himself as he lay there in the last glow
of their tiny campfire, than dying for a woman! Kinda' romantic, like in the movies.
Carlton remembered the night they got married, just three days after they'd met in a
beer joint down east. It was in some muddy little shit-town that only opened up during
the tobacco harvest when the locals had some drinking money in their overalls. Man,
what a piece of ass she was! Just seventeen but every inch a fuckin' woman! He and a
couple of buddies had picked her and two girl friends up in that beer joint with the
sawdust floor and before the night was hardly gettin' old, they were in some bedbug
farm that called itself a motel, all fucking and sucking to beat the band! Yessir, Carlton
fondly remembered, little Carla was the hottest of the three and they all decided in
some kind of silly voting that she'd be the one for him 'cause it sounded so cute:
Carlton and Carla, like maybe a roller-skating team or something. Well shit, Carla got
it in her pretty little blonde head to put on a show or something right there in front of
the others and then, with Carlton standing there all wide-open mouth and cock, she
stripped down to the altogether and did a little teenybopper dance around him and
went down on his cock like it was sirloin steak and she hadn't eaten in a week! Man,
what a suckin' she gave that 'ol cock that night! Carlton was getting a big hard-on in
his pants now just remembering. And two days later, they were in Dillon, South
Carolina, in front of an all-night Justice of the Peace, making it an legal.
But hard times came on the couple soon enough and Carlton was forced to come up
with another quick job to make them some money; nobody would hire an ex-con for
anything except maybe to sweep up for a couple of dollars. The parole people were no
help at all when his first job out of the youthful offenders' camp, pumping gas, petered
out because the station was losing money and he, naturally, was the first one to get the
boot. Carlton wasn't gonna take no chances this time, though, and he had sent Carla
away to live with his sister a while until the caper was over. But it blew up and that was
that, a five year load right on his back, and no chance of getting in touch with Carla,
because he dared not risk it. No sense mixing her up in a lot of crap from the police.
He knew they'd always be around bugging her what with him away in prison, and he
didn't want to saddle a seventeen year old kid with that kind of life. By the time he
heard from his sister again, Carla had gotten word of his bust and just disappeared. Just
like that, walked out of his life and then back in again five years later. Right here in the
same prison! But with all the separation of men and women here, she might as well
have been in the next state. Even if he had gone to the Captain and told him about the
marriage, he'd still have only been able to see her once a month on visiting Sunday, and
then under some nosey guard's prying eyes and ears. No sir, not Carlton Lee, he'd
sooner rot first! But this way, she was going to be back with him again, just like before,
and he wouldn't get caught this time. No, it was all too carefully worked-out,
everything, right down to the last nut and bolt. He had clothes waiting for him and an
old jalopy; when the heat died down, they'd be able to move. Right out to California.
New papers for a couple of hundred dollars, driver's license and such, and all he'd have
to do would be stay out of John Law's way and they'd never find him.
Shit, he was gettin' all horny just thinking about having that woman back around again.
These assholes he was stuck with weren't good enough for the likes of her, but maybe,
if they did just as they were told the next few days, just maybe he'd get Carla to give
'em one of her special blow-jobs! She'd do it, all right; she'd do it or he'd knock a few
teeth out! Christ yeah, she could keep 'em all happy and grinnin' all by, herself!
Carlton closed his eyes and lay back on some rolled-up clothes that he used as a
pillow... Sleep well, baby, cause Daddy's comin' for you!


Chapter 13

Bonnie Parker could not have been anymore shocked if her dear departed Mom had
just walked into the room. Her eyes bulged in her head like something out of a
caricature and her left hand was pressed to her half-opened lips in a primitive sort of
gesture of anguish and helplessness. But Dan Simmons was not quite so distraught; his
obvious delight at catching Melinda right in the act was scarcely concealed, and the
leering smirk across his face as Melinda climbed shakily off the bed and stood her
ground, hands on naked hips, betrayed his thoughts as clearly as words themselves.
"Well, well, sorry to have disturbed you two," he said finally with a grin that was
anything but friendly. "If I'd known you had company, I'd have come around some
other night. I take it you've met King? King, I'd like you to meet Miss Parker. Miss
Parker's a debutante, you see, but she's hiding out here to get a bit of the local color."
"Stop it! Stop it this instant!" shrieked Bonnie. "I won't hear another word of this!
Melinda, what has happened to you? Have you lost your mind or something? Tell me
this isn't what it looks like... tell me!"
Melinda stared at her blankly for a few seconds, hands still on her hips as she stood
there in unashamed nakedness, her inner thighs still glistening with the juices of her
lustful passion that stood like dew-drops on her soaked pubic hair. "No, honey, it's not
the way it looks at all. Actually, King and I were just practicing some self-defense
positions. I showed him a few and then he showed me this one. I was only being
courteous."
"Hey," smiled Dan, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're all right, you know that?
Not many girls could have come through what you just did and still be as cool as a
cucumber."
Melinda's eyes suddenly registered her growing anger, a sort of slowly-incinerating rage
that was gradually replacing the disjointed confusion that had shaken her by the roots.
"What would you have preferred, buster?" she shot back angrily. "Who the hell are you
to come busting in here like you owned the place and then tell me how cool I am?
What'ya want, that I should throw myself out the window in my misery at being found
out?"
Dan laughed uneasily. "I wouldn't... it's only six feet high."
"Yeah, I'll bet you know. You probably have a stepladder stashed out there for peeking
in later, right?" Dan felt the heat of blood rushing through his neck. Goddamn, this girl
was too sharp! Almost a mind-reader!
He thought he saw his opening now and knew he had to take it or forget having a
chance with this hot little number. The well-muscled man moved in on her, threatening
her with the intensity of his eyes. But Melinda stood her ground like a fighting bull in
the arena. She was not about to play subservient Jane to this clod's Tarzan. She crossed
her arms across her chest below her breasts and they stood out proudly and sullenly,
her nipples haughtily erect and jutting out at him defiantly. "How about you and me
taking up where I was interrupted? I think I could do as good a job as King," he said in
a low voice, as if somehow Bonnie would not hear. His right hand went up slowly to
her breasts and stroked them lightly across the firm womanly curves. He felt her firm
nipples shiver under the unexpectedness of her gentle touch. "What'ya say?"
"Shut up, both of you!" Bonnie finally exclaimed, her hands over her ears in a funny
gesture that made her dress ride up so high Dan could see the tops of her pantyhose.
"Dan walked me home from the Stricklands because he said it would be safer in the
dark for me, but then I walk into this! And now both of you carrying on like a couple
of... of... oh, I don't know what you are!"
Melinda took in the developing action around her with the calm, appraising eye of an
outsider, mindless of the sheer incredibility of what had already happened this night.
Something was happening, and happening fast. This had possibilities indeed, if only she
was fast enough and clever enough to not let it all pass her because of a bit of bad luck.
"Uh, Bonnie, why don't you look in the study and find us a bit of something to drink. I
think there's some brandy in Father's cupboard, the one with the glass front."
"Something to drink! How can you just stand there and be so matter-of-fact! Don't you
know what is going on? I don't understand you, Melinda! You're like another person!"
Melinda smiled and felt the muscles in her face loosen as if a mask had been pulled
from her features. "Now, now, Bonnie," she said reassuringly in her usual quiet
manner. "You just get the drinks and stop thinking so much. Melinda always knows
what is best for both of us, right? Now you just listen and everything will be all right,
okay?"
The young blonde teenager simply nodded as if in shock and turned on her heels and
left the tiny bedroom, King following along behind her in trusting eagerness as if
nothing had happened, his tail wagging merrily behind him. King had seen and
experienced too much at Athens Prison Farm to let a sudden change of events and
characters throw him off balance now. He would wait and see.
When Bonnie was safely out of earshot, Melinda moved forward boldly in such a
manner that even Dan was caught by surprise. She sought out and quickly found the
hardening bulge of lust-incited flesh beneath the fabric of his trousers. "We could have
some real fun," she purred catlike into his ear. "All of us, if you know what I mean."
Her flattened palm flexed over the swollen ridge that his aroused cock made inside his
trouser leg, as if to punctuate her words with a hint of the promised action. Dan leaned
over and planted a big, open-mouthed kiss firmly on the naked young college girl's
unflinching lips. Melinda answered with a throaty moan and a probing thrust of her
pointed little tongue into the hot recesses of his mouth. But then, just as suddenly, and
with a mischievous, nymph-like twinkle in her eyes, she pushed him away. "Uh-uh...
play it my way, Dan, and there's action for everybody. Bonnie's still, uh, cherry, you
see, and this is as good to me as any..."
"Cherry! You mean a real virgin? I didn't think they made 'em anymore! You must be
putting me on!"
Melinda's smile melted into a mock-fierce scowl. "I never kid about sex, Dan. Now do
you play by my rules or not?"
"Sure!" he shot back eagerly, his cock already bursting to try some of this strange and
wicked young woman. "Anything you say!"
Melinda pulled him back against her, his muscular chest pressed hard and firm against
her tautly upthrust breasts. "Then listen, here's what we do..."


Chapter 14

Melinda's words did not seem to sink in the first time, and the naked brunette I paused,
then repeated the whole sentence, until Bonnie's eyes flickered with a sure sign of
understanding. "No, Melinda, I don't care! I won't have any part of anything so awful!
It's... it's despicable!"
"Oh, come on, Bonnie, don't take it like that. Dan seems to have us over a bit of a
barrel, and if we'll only accommodate him, he'll keep this whole sordid business about
the dog and all just to himself. You see, Bonnie, it's really for me. If you say no, it'll be
all over the valley by tomorrow and I'll have to leave. You wouldn't want me to leave,
would you, Bonnie?"
Bonnie was confused, so confused, and this was just adding to the jumble of crazy
though it and wild sensations whirling about in her brain. God, why did they ever come
to this place? None of this would have happened if they had stayed away! And now this
awful mess with Dan, the man she thought to be a friend, threatening to ruin her sister
with this awful story! It was all so insane, all of it! Nothing that had happened since
they left the bus in Cold Gap had made any sense at all. All of these insane events
seemed to be part of some crazy, avant-garde movie, and their lives had somehow fallen
into the midst of it. She had always counted on Melinda to tell her what to do when
things went badly. She couldn't just suddenly leave a lifetime of trust behind her. But
take off all of her clothes in front of Dan! God, she would die of humiliation first!
Melinda edged closer to her younger sister until they were practically exchanging
breaths. "You'd better do it, Bonnie. Do it for me. Do it for both of us." Dropping her
eyes in shame, the young long-haired blonde tearfully unhooked the three buttons of
her dress, and with a sobbing sound from deep in her throat, she pulled the garment
over her head and stood there silently, waiting with dread in her heart for the
debasement that she knew was soon to come. Out of the corner of her eye, Bonnie saw
the huge German shepherd that her sister had been so lewdly coupled with just minutes
before. He seemed to be watching her too! A shiver of fear coursed. down her spine.
"You're doing nicely, Bonnie," Melinda said softly, smiling and looking strangely out
of place in her nakedness. Dan Simmons had his arm around her and it seemed to be
slipping down over the curve of her hip. Oh God, now the man's hand had disappeared
behind Melinda, and she could see her sister squirm as his fingers did something awful
and secretive there in the softness of her buttocks! She wanted to scream, to close her
eyes and just scream and yell until this horrible nightmare ended, but Melinda kept
saying soft things to her, and she listened, she always listened to Melinda. She even
took the drink of her father's brandy that Melinda had offered to her, something she
almost never did. And she had to admit, after the first burning mouthful, that it tasted
almost pleasant going down, kind of warming inside her somehow. "Don't stop now
Bonnie... that's it Here have another sip of brandy. It's good for you."
Bonnie knew now that it was hopeless to try to stall any longer. She unhooked her
brassiere and let it fall to the floor without bothering to pick it up, shivering as the
evening chill bit into the white mounds of her breasts. Her nipples suddenly jerked into
taut firmness, and jutted out like tiny peaks from the rich swelling curve of her naked
breasts. Her hair trailed down from one shoulder over the pink-crowned swell of her
breast, partiality hiding the swelling nipple. She began to ease down the sheer nylon.
stockings, leaving her lacy panties alone to shield her from total nakedness. As she
lowered the hose over her curvaceous hips, she reached back to ease the tautly stretched
garment over the full rounded mounds of her buttocks, then pulled them down over
her thighs to her knees. Finally, she pushed them to the floor, and stepped out of them,
her eyes glazed with a weird sort of blankness as if she were drugged. Quickly, almost
as if in a hurry to finish, she grabbed the elastic top band of her pan ties, and yanked
them down over her long supple thighs, and then free of one leg. She pulled the tiny
panties from her remaining ankle, and stood there completely nude, one hand
instinctively covering her pelvic vee, and her arm folded protectively over her breasts,
just barely covering the nipples. Bonnie was very, very naked, and Dan's lingering
stares made her feel even more so.
"Now, Bonnie, you can watch while Dan takes off his clothes!" Melinda said gleefully,
but Bonnie's eyes seemed riveted to the floor between her feet. The brunette glanced
sideways at Dan and he anxiously began to get out of his clothes. Damn, none of this
made much sense, but he was sure not about to argue with Melinda now! She seemed
to know just what she wanted and how to get it!
Dan hurriedly doffed his shirt, and then his shoes and socks, but Bonnie was still
looking down as if she was reading something on the hardwood floor. And when his
rough hands began to tug at his zipper, Dan saw her stiffen and begin to shiver
uncontrollably. Damn, this was the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him!
Without looking up, the young blonde girl began to sob softly, almost apologetically.
Melinda's hand was quickly on her shoulder. "There, now, Bonnie, you'll thank me for
this tomorrow. Really, you'll see," she said soothingly, but her eyes were riveted on Dan
Simmons' taut, erect manhood, his long thick cock lustfully-hardened and jutting out
now from his hairy pelvis like the boom of a sailboat. "Here, Bonnie, let me have your
hand." Bonnie's trembling hand was being guided by her sister's firm grip. Melinda
moved it slowly upward and forward until Bonnie's fingertips brushed gently over Dan
Simmons' desire-swollen cock.
"P-please, Melinda... p-please..." Bonnie's words were almost inaudible, and Dan
watched in total amazement as the older girl encircled his heavy, fleshy cock with the
blonde's tiny fingers. Jesus, he could just about shoot off right now!
"Kiss her, Dan, right there." Dan obediently lowered his lips to the nude blonde's full
curvaceous breast. "Kiss her nicely, Dan." His lips closed on the turgid pink nipple, and
his tongue quickly found the hard little tip. He toyed with it as his lips sucked fervently
on the large, white mound of her breast. His eyes glanced downward suddenly and,
over the curve of the young blonde's ample breast, he could see Melinda's hand
between the girl's thighs. Holy Christ, she was rubbing her younger sister's pussy!
Dan felt the blonde girl quivering as his lips caressed her soft and yielding flesh; she
was getting turned-on, real turned on! He looked down without taking his mouth away
from the delicious soft pinkness of her young breast, and he could see Melinda's artful
fingertips tenderly caressing the girl's vulnerable and uncovered vaginal slit, sensuously
massaging the nerve-laden bud of her clitoris. He heard Melinda's voice as through a
filter. It was far away and garbled, for his mind was on the tasty succulence of this
gorgeous blonde's bare breast. "What did I say, Bonnie, okay? You do it just the way I
tell you and you'll thank me for it, okay?" She was asking the girl to do something, but
what? It was a dream, it had to be! Things like this just didn't happen!
"N-no, Melinda, I couldn't! I couldn't do what you were doing, you know that! I
couldn't!"
"Oh, yes, Bonnie, you can do anything you want to," her sister murmured, "But you
won't have to do what I did... you can do something else. Just go over there to the bed
and lie down and he'll get up there with you."
Dan Simmons could feel his heart, jumping around in his chest like a beached fish...
could Melinda really mean he was going to screw Bonnie! But when he saw what
Melinda did next, it wasn't his heart that was going wild, it was his whole head! She
called to the dog and motioned for him to jump onto the bed. It was King that Melinda
wanted for her sister, not him!


Chapter 15

Melinda Parker had no time to worry about what this Simmons character must be
thinking, 'cause this was the way it had to be. She knew her sister better than anyone
else on earth. She'd watched over her for a long time now when there was nobody else
to do the job, and she knew what was best for her. And she knew what was best for
herself as well. Bonnie had seen something that would be too much for her to live with
as things stood now. Bonnie just wouldn't be able to carry around the terrible secret of
what she had seen tonight. No, there was only one way to lock the truth into her, and
Melinda had no second thoughts about forcing it if need be. When Bonnie was on the
bed, she whispered something in Dan's ear, the second part of her instructions to him
tonight. The first had been to simply play along with the role that she had created for
him. And if he played his part well, they'd all be in for a night to remember.
Dan nodded knowingly, a coy smile on his lips, and he moved to the edge of the bed.
"Bonnie, I'll keep my mouth shut about your sister. Nobody will know about this but
the three of us. But I want you to make it with King too. I want you to suck him,
Bonnie, to suck his cock!"
"Oh, God, no! No, I won't do it!" she shrieked, bolting upright on the bed.
"Yes, you will, Bonnie," Melinda said firmly but not harshly. "You'll do it for me"
Bonnie. And after tonight... well, after tonight, we'll be equals, if you know what I
mean. You won't have to share my experiences anymore, Bonnie. This will be one of
your own. Now do as Dan says, do it for both of us!"
Dan was quickly learning to enjoy his role. Damn, what a show this should be! Even
when he'd watched women inmates with King, he'd never seen this done before! Hell,
yes, he'd tell her what to do! Shit, he'd slap her off the goddamn bed if she tried to stop
now! "Suck him, Bonnie! Just put your sweet lips down there on his belly and he'll
show you where to put 'em!" He and Melinda both laughed at his joke, and the long
haired teenage blonde moved closer to the big German shepherd lying beside her on
the bed. "On your back, King! Roll over! C'mon, roll over and you'll get a real treat!"
shouted Dan enthusiastically.
Bonnie studied the furry underside of the big animal's belly, her mind recording it all
but not really believing this was happening to her. She reached out cautiously to touch
his belly, and the long scarlet taper of his animal-cock slid glistening out of its sheath.
God, he was still hard and erect from that awful thing he had done with Melinda! She
stared at the lewdly dripping penis without moving; it was now several inches beyond
the fur-covered sheath. At the base of the sheath, his huge swollen dark testicles
dangled menacingly.
"Hurry up! Get your mouth down there and just suck on it, that's all you have to do!"
ordered Dan. He seemed to relish his new role as sexual task-master, and needed no
help in carrying it out! Melinda was sitting on the opposite edge of the bed, a thin smile
of success on her dry lips... C'mon, Bonnie, just do this and we're in for a night you'll
never forget! It's time for you to become a real woman, and tonight's the night, baby!"
Bonnie knew there was little chance, but she struggled fiercely to keep her mind on
something else, anything to, take her thoughts away from this! With every muscle in
her naked young body fighting her, she lowered her face to the animal's warm
underside, and her fingers locked gently, tentatively, around the lengthening shaft of his
crimson animal-cock. The massive dog made a husky noise deep in his powerful throat
as her fingertips touched him there. I've got to do it, she kept telling herself, 
I've got to do it for Melinda! It's for Melinda!
"Stop stalling around, damnit!" shouted Dan angrily, and it was no act he was putting
on for Melinda's sake. He wanted to see this and he was tired of waiting!
Slowly, Bonnie stroked the fur-covered hardness as it slithered completely ,out of its
fleshy fur-sheath. Its nearly translucent tip was hardly more than an inch from her lips
though she had not moved her face at all. "Suck it, damn you! Suck it!"
Closing her 'eyes, Bonnie did as she was told. Pushing aside all thoughts from her
dizzily spinning brain, she opened her lips slightly, and let the tapered tip slide into her
mouth, over her trembling lips whose very touch seemed to kindle fresh new stirrings
of lust in the great beast. The scarlet cock snaked back over her tongue with a familiar
pungency that startled her at first, until' she remembered that the animal had been
mounting her sister when she first entered this room tonight She could taste the sweet
vaginal juices of Melinda on his powerfully throbbing cock.
The German shepherd responded with a quivering of his strong muscular haunches
that sank his dogcock deep between her trembling lips, into the velvety tightness of her
throat, nearly gagging her with its sudden ravishment of her oral passage.
"Lick it with your tongue," came Dan's voice from behind her Lick it real nice and rub
his balls Do it right, Bonnie, or the whole place will know about your sister tonight. Ol'
Captain Parker' have a nice present waiting for him when he gets back tomorrow He'll
find out his daughter's a dog fucker"
King had followed his commands without hesitation and he never once even thought to
question what the one with the soothing voice had told him to do But now this was all
so strange and confusing to him, this new human who was exciting him with a way all
her own. But he resolved not to fight it, for the one with the soothing voice and the
other human were both his friends, and if they wanted him to do this with this new
female, he would not resist.
Bonnie followed her instructions to the letter, swirling the tapered end of the dog-cock
in her mouth with her tongue, rubbing his swollen balls with her fingertips. Amazingly
enough, she was discovering to her surprise that she could do it all as she was told
without the tremendous revulsion she had expected! It was getting easier by the
moment to do anything that Dan Simmons told her to do! But the beautiful blonde was
so busy pondering this new awareness that she thought not at all of her nude buttocks
thrust up so voluptuously in the air as she knelt on the bed. It wasn't until she felt the
tightening grip of hands on her smooth trim thighs that she realized the full extent on
her naked vulnerability there. It wasn't Melinda, she could see her out of the corner of
one eye... it was Dan! And now his lips were on the insides of her slim bare thighs...
God, he was kissing her there! Nobody except Melinda had ever done that, and now he
was doing it with Melinda watching! And worst of all was the recurring sensation she
had tried to deny to herself for several minutes now, that warm, glowing feeling in her
belly that she had shared only with Melinda. She was becoming aroused, this was
turning her on!
The naked blonde nearly screamed a moment later when Dan's hungrily-exploring lips
found the fragrant dampness of her cuntal slit, its musky moistness drawing him like a
magnet, rousing a fierce hunger in his loins that he knew he could only answer in one
way. He had to fuck her! Bonnie wriggled convulsively as his, tongue laved at the moist
furrow of her naked, upthrust vagina while his lips nibbled at the throbbing bud of her
clitoris.
She opened her mouth to cry out in protest at this new and unexpected ravishment, but
the sudden relaxing of her tautly ovaled lips only brought on a spasm of frantic thrusts
from the animal's strong haunches that drove his dog-cock deeper down her throat
passage. She was trapped, and totally helpless!
There was an urgent movement behind her, and she ached desperately to see what was
happening, but it was impossible to twist her head that far – then she felt it, Dan's 
lustincited cock pushing its rigidity into the warm wet crevice of her unguarded vagina! He
drew the head salaciously through the pink moist folds of pussy-flesh, actually enjoying
the shivers of fright and confusion he was causing along the innocent young woman's
naked skin.
Damn, he wanted her and he wanted her bad!
"Reach back there and put it in your pussy, honey!" he said menacingly, a harsh tone in
his voice she had not noticed before, as if someone else had taken control of his body.
When she made no move to comply, he repeated his command, harsher and more
threatening this time, and she knew it was useless to resist. Melinda was right here,
only a few feet away, and if she had made no move to stop him by now, then she was
on her own. This was it, the end of her virginity. No moonlight and champagne, just a
hard, vicious ravishment at the hands of a near-stranger and a powerful, vicious animal!
Oh dear God, how could she ever live down the shame and humiliation of this
moment, fucked between these two male beasts, both ends brutally assaulted, and
Melinda here to see it all!
At the third and even harsher command, Bonnie finally reached back and grabbed the
swelling, bulbous head of his huge swollen cock and slipped it up against the small,
puckered lips of her cuntal opening. Before she could even think of what was going to
come next, Dan slammed his long turgid pole of lustful flesh into her with all his pent
up savage passion. The incredible force of his cock ripped into the tightly constrictive
channel of her virginal cunt with a fury that tore through her thin protective hymen,
and bored relentlessly into her vaginal orifice until his whole cock was buried to the hilt
inside her. She cried out with the sudden pain, and a million stars flashed across her
vision as compulsive throbs of agony rocketed up her naked spine and into her brain.
"Fuck her, Dan, fuck her really good!" Melinda's voice came from somewhere, but
Bonnie could not see her now and didn't really care. Her brain was reeling with a
thousand different sensations at once, and she was powerless to sort them out. The
incredible pain of Dan's vicious assault had faded rapidly, and in its place was a
growing awareness of something new yet familiar. His deep, punishing strokes, each
one skewering her deeply and relentlessly in a ever more violent series of thrusting
movements, were fanning the flames of newly-discovered womanhood in her loins: and
try though she might, she could not hold back! This wild and lascivious triangle she
now formed with Dan and the dog was causing strange and wonderful things to happen
inside her, weird fluttering sensations in her whole body, as though she had taken some
powerful drug or smoked some exotic plant. She hated herself for giving in to it so
easily, for allowing her body to take control of her mind, but she was powerless to resist
it.
Bonnie thought for a fleeting instant that she was only imagining this whole incredible
experience, when suddenly she felt her legs lift into the air and the room spin beneath
her. Dan had pulled the helpless woman out of her kneeling position, his huge, blood
filled cock still imbedded tightly inside her cuntal grip, and rolled under her as he
twisted her around. It seemed at first to be an impossible maneuver but somehow it
worked. King's scarlet tapered dog-cock slipped with a reluctant popping sound from
Bonnie's ovalled lips as the big animal looked up from his reclining position in obvious
surprise, a snarling growl on his menacing happening, she was on top of Dan, din him
like she would ride a horse.
Dan had given no thought at all to the husky animal that had been beneath the naked
woman Human passions come firs he thought with a sneer and he wanted he this way,
where he could see and feel and taste those magnificent breasts of hers a she leaned
forward over him, impaled on his rigid, upthrust cock would have preferred that she
make more noise about it He liked the screamers, the real gut rippers that cried and
begged an pleaded. But this one was no second-rater not by a long shot! He lunged his
rigid poll upward and pushed himself f deeply in to her, holding on to her slender hips
and pulling her down at the same time. The blonde female's eyes bulged with an
overwhelming rush of agonizingly mixed sensations of pleasure and pain, while he lips
parted, but only to let a whimpering escape them.
Bonnie's mind was numbed from this sudden fresh assault, and she tried desperately
not to scream from the wickedly wan ton sensations she was feeling. She wouldn't give
him the pleasure of hearing her cry, she wouldn't.
Dan Simmons was intensely enjoying impaling this brown skinned blonde-headed
woman on the length of his massive cock. Goddamn, what a fantastic fucking bitch she
was proving to be! Her first time out, and she was starting to move her hips and a
naked ass like a real pro! His hands grasped the slender trimness of her waist above the
gentle curve of her sloping hips that moved up and down in time with the skewering
upthrusts his strong eager loins made from below. With a grin of undiluted sadistic
revelry, he eagerly watched as her voluptuous breasts bounced enticingly as her
breathing increased steadily into a series of short, gasping mouthfuls. His powerful hips
pounded upward over and over again, driving his heavy, throbbing cock farther and
farther up into the hot smoldering wetness of her tightly clasping cuntal passage, right
into the pit of her innocent young belly!
"Like it, baby?" he asked between the savagely impaling thrusts, his teeth locked in an
evil grin.
Bonnie nodded her head tearfully. What else could she do? She did like it, she liked it
very much! It had been painful at first, when he first entered her, but now... now the
sensations were becoming more and more ecstatic with every upward thrust of his
immense rigid cock. She looked down at him, catching his eyes openly for the first
time, since he had so powerfully entered her, and she felt herself tightening skillfully
her own buttocks cheeks in some unlearned, primeval gesture that made his hard
fucking even more wildly enjoyable. Now she began to fuck up and down on the end of
his lust-swollen hardness as though this were only one of a long series of lewd and
lustful experiences she had had with men. Her mouth opened slightly and her lips
trembled. "O-Oh, y-yes! Fuck me, fuck me with your big cock!" she finally blurted out,
her words ricocheting around the quiet room. "That's the way, it's so good! Oh God,
it's so good!"

* * *

King had watched this entire scene in growing confusion and fast-rising anger. His
intense brown eyes reflected his thoughts like a lake might mirror an oncoming storm.
First the dark-haired one, the one with the soft and pleasing voice and touch, the one
who seemed to care for him. Why had she toyed with him like the other woman and
then ignored him? And this one, this light-haired human with the gentle way and the
touch and feel of innocence. For what reason had she shown him a new and wonderful
way to enjoy her soft female nakedness, only to take it away?
Yes, the great German shepherd was confused and puzzled, but he sensed no hostility
towards him. His keen powers of intuition told him that there was confusion and
apprehension in the air, like some mysterious vapor. That he was not alone in his
bewilderment.
But as he watched his second female mistress hump wildly over the human male,
watched her face reflecting her intense growing passion and desire, he could see the
man's thick human cock deeply implanted in her from below in that strange position,
her love-juices starting to stain it and make it glisten in the room's light. And he could
see something else. Inches from the tautly-clasping soft-pink cuntal flesh of the 
lighthaired female, his eyes caught the beckoning, bobbing, puckered brown ring of her
anus. The massive animal felt his dripping scarlet taper begin to ease quietly and
threateningly from its furry sheath. He would not be disappointed this time, he would
make sure of that!

* * *

Waves of erotic passion coursed through Dan's sweating body as Bonnie suddenly and
unexpectedly leaned forward and let the swollen nipples of her bare breasts brush
enticingly over his naked chest. His strong hands ran up and down over her nude torso,
exploring and feeling every inch of her supple nakedness.
She should have noticed his shifting gaze, the look of disbelief on his face, but her eyes
were hardly more than two slits now and she noticed nothing until she heard a hoarse,
throaty cry from her older sister, then the aroused blonde felt something powerfully
gripping at her naked shivering ass-cheeks. It was King, the dog! Her body lurched
forward in fright.
"No, no, don't move! You might get him really mad and then we'd be in real trouble!"
It was Dan's voice beneath her. He had not eased up on his relentless skewering
rhythm for a second, and Bonnie could scarcely manage a single word of reply, let alone
an argument! "Lean over and stick your ass out! C'mon, do it before King takes a bite
out of it instead!"
She was bewildered and confused for just a moment, but when she felt those strong
forepaws encircling her hips, there was no doubt. He was already starting to mount her!
God, he was going to... to fuck her in the anus! Bonnie had no time to scream a protest,
for just as she took in a huge lungful of air, King's tapered cock, still moist and rigidly
erect from his twiceinterrupted lovemaking, caught the tautly-puckered hole of her
anus. Without a second's hesitation, he threw himself forward with the savage strength
of his muscular haunches, and sank his virile rigidity deeply into the futilely resisting
tiny anal hole. Now she was impaled on two cocks, one from the thrusting human
penis driven deep into her cuntal slit, the other from the massive beast whose scarlet
throbbing taper was now deep in the depths of her wriggling ass. "Aaaaggghhh!" she
screamed, her head tossing from side to side and her long blonde hair trailing around
her in a swirling halo of gold. She was hopelessly skewered there, and Dan's grip on her
hips assured there was no way out but to stay and finish this lewd and forbidden
trilogy!
An incessant moan came from Bonnie's lips as she vainly tried to maintain a steady
rhythm between their disjointed, unsynchronized assaults. But she had to finally resign
herself to being buffeted between them at their will, just a loosely dangling rag-doll for
their undeniable male passions! Slowly, gradually, their lustful, ravishing thrusts began
to merge as one, and their grunts of pleasure and growls of enjoyment fused into one
rhythmic humping staccato beat as her pain at this vicious ravagement began to
subside. She could feel a telltale wetness drenching the insides of her thighs and oozing
into her widely-splayed buttocks cheeks. With an unintelligable cry of abandonment,
she ground back against her new animal-lover with a passionate vengeance, his sperm
bloated animal balls slapping lewdly into the upturned wet furrow of her cunt just
beneath! She was totally and hopelessly gone now, impaled mercilessly between these
two powerful masculine assailants, and her whole body began to tingle with a lascivious
masochistic excitement of being so totally abused in this wildly erotic way! There was
no real pain now, only intense and raging desire, and she knew she was fast
approaching her first real orgasm. Not one from another girl's fingers or lips, but the
only honest-to-God mind-blowing kind, the kind. only a strong savage male could give
her!
And now she had her own pair of them inside of her!
"Fuck me, fuck me harder!" she choked between her clenched teeth. "Stick your big,
beautiful cocks all the way in me! Fuck me, fuck me! Harder!" Her head suddenly
arched back as if her neck had given way and her eyes rolled helplessly in their sockets.
"N-Now. now... God, I'm cumming! I'm cuuuuummmiiinnng!"
The super-heated blood from her ravished loins rushed to her spinning brain, and she
felt the first real savagery of womanhood, as her painfully-stretched buttock cheeks
clenched involuntarily as a flood of torrid desire gushed up into her rectum from King's
wildly-thrusting loins. He had held it through two teasing unions and there was no
stopping it now. Every rippling, contraction of his long tapered dog-cock sent another
fresh gushing spurt of his thick, rich animal sperm rushing deep up into her as her ass
cheeks clenched and unclenched, greedily sucking up every precious drop of burning
liquid until there was no more, until she had milked the powerful beast dry! But her
aching clasping cuntal slit was not to be denied. Hardly a moment later she heard Dan
gasp for air, and then thrust upward into her so viciously that all of them, the dog
included, buckled convulsively up into the air above the powerful man's arched back.
Savagely and relentlessly, he slammed his male hardness into her body as she moved
her hips around him in small concentric circles; thick fiery streams of his warm, viscous
sperm blasted their way into the untouched depths of her undulating belly!
For another few moments, the three of them seemed permanently bonded together,
somehow fused by the orgasmic intensity of their savage passions, but King finally
pulled away and Bonnie collapsed off her human lover in a sighing, gasping heap of
naked, trembling flesh. Before she closed her eyes and drifted off into restful sleep, she
saw Melinda hovering over Dan Simmons like some wrathful goddess, and then her
hungrily trembling lips, maddened by the lustprovoking spectacle she had just
witnessed, closed around the young man's limp and sated cock.
"Don't give up on me now, baby," she whispered loudly enough for Bonnie to hear.
"You've got another show to put on!"


Chapter 16

All of them, the four new friends and lovers, were on the front porch of the Captain's
small frame house the next afternoon when word came in that Amos Parker and the
dog crews were passing through the highway gate and coming in... empty-handed.
Melinda had handled his earlymorning telephone call with enviable aplomb,
considering that none of them had slept more than a couple of hours during the whole
night. She had even possessed the presence of mind to telephone the women's unit and
ask Agnes, the housekeeper, not to bother to make her morning rounds, as nothing
needed cleaning. That was for all purposes the truth, since the sheets in the girls'
bedroom would never have benefited much from a laundering; they had to take them
off the bed, and have Dan bury them in the woods back of the house.
The small group made a cozy welcoming party for Captain Amos Parker when he
stepped from his pick-up truck in front of his house. Melinda and Bonnie were
demurely attired in a pair of dresses that would have borne up under the most careful
scrutiny. Only when they walked was there a hint of their nocturnal revelry – both of
them took slow and deliberate steps, careful not to injure further the bruised and
ravaged flesh between their thighs.
"Bonnie! Melinda! I would have known you anywhere! You look just like you did when
you were tiny babies!" the aging prison warden sputtered about paternally, while Dan
Simmons nodded in greeting and began to help unload his boss' belongings. Melinda
and Bonnie threw their arms around this stranger who was their father, and winked
when no one could see them. Yes sir, it looked like a long and promising summer! A
whole lot better than summer school after all!

* * *

But look toward those benign, towering hills, Bonnie and Melinda, for evil lurks there.
A kind of cancerous, vicious evil that neither of you have known in your short lives. A
desperate, snarling malignity that grows out of years of being caged like an animal,
shackled, like a beast know that before this very week is out, it will ensnare you in a
horror far more terrifying than you could ever imagine!


THE END
