KAPTAIN VOLUME ONE
By Jon Reskind


Foreword

Once in every age of social reform or revolution emerges a writer who delves deeply
enough into his surroundings to extract the irrevocable truth, the nitty-gritty, in the
idiom of the times. Following the recent flair of wresting a novel from actual
occurrences, such as In Cold Blood and The Accused, Jon Reskind brings us Kaptain, a
story based wholly on fact with only names and places changed, and one, we feel
honored to publish.
Police brutality is no longer regarded as a questionable torture once practiced behind
the impregnable bastilles built by the taxpayer and called Police Headquarters, or City
Hall. Massive newspaper and magazine exposes, along with concerned civic-minded
people have brought such horrors to light, proving that inhuman cruelties which might
have shamed the tribunal inquisitors of old, were, and are, in too many instances, the
rule rather than the exception. Although great crusades are afoot to eliminate these
police-state, storm-trooper tactics, it is still a known fact that in certain sections of our
own great nation – especially in the smaller cities where little corrupt empires of graft
and deplorably crooked politics flourish – that unbelievable brutality is the applied
procedure in attaining local law enforcement ends.
Jon Reskind has capably woven for us an account of factual – but clothed in fiction –
despicable horror in Kaptain. As publishers who have, and will continue to unveil the
little known, the questionable, and the abominable that has plagued the innocent down
through the ages, we are proud to offer this novel.
We feel it will shock you as it did us when you read of the beautiful and ambitious
young wife, Marilyn Archer, who unwittingly places herself in the clutches of an evil
police official, a vile man who rules mightily over a small eastern city that might have
been your very hometown; or the brilliant young husband, David, who endeavors to
bring the progressive theories of psychology and rehabilitation to a warped and vice
ridden police department.
One, having read Mr. Reskind's novel, cannot help but wonder how such men as Lew
Devons, Parksburg's Chief of Police, with his massive dog, Kaptain, come into power
and manage not only to maintain it, but to build and strengthen it on the taxpayer's
dollar; yet, to reuse a phrase, we know this from Mr. Reskind's notes to be the rule
rather than the exception.
There is much more to be said for Jon Reskind's Kaptain, but we believe that
unnecessary. It speaks for itself. We are simply proud to be the publishers.
THE PUBLISHERS Sausalito, Calif. September 969


Chapter 1

Their were certain things about their apartment that annoyed Marilyn Archer greatly:
its smallness; its lack of the common conveniences she had always known, such as a
dishwasher and disposal, but above all, the fact that it was on the third floor of an
elevatorless business block right in the heart of downtown Parksburg. The idiotic thing
was that they could afford better, if only her David wasn't so steeped in what he felt was
right rather then what was expedient. Scruples, she supposed, was the proper term.
Ridiculous scruples that kept him from using, or allowing her to use, a penny of her
inheritance, even as an occasional supplement to his meager salary. The absurdity of it
irritated her to no end, but in the short six-months of their marriage she'd managed to
hide it and contain herself rather well, she thought.
Then, of course, she loved him, and that made every bit of the difference in this world.
He was the man in her life, handsome and soft spoken, of sensitive, introverted
qualities, and she had thrilled to the idea of bowing before his husbandly superiority,
readily accepting her role as the subserviant and protected wife. It'd been fun, the
culmination of near-all she had hoped for... except for the sexual aspects... and God,
how she loved him... but this unnecessary doing-without was suddenly wearing the
honeymoon glaze thin.
She had hardly slept at all last night following the repugnant episode of their love
making. She didn't intend to make an issue of it though... my God, how could she? It
wouldn't be fair... but she reasoned that he blamed himself as he always did once his
lust had been vented, when in reality she knew it was her own frigidity that was at
fault. Anyway, what had happened was done, over with, and nothing could change that.
Psychologically, as usual, she'd placed the guilt with him by expressing her martyristic
forgiveness for his uncontrollable animal-passion and he'd humbly accepted before
falling into an exhausted sleep.
Outside of being a little sore between her legs, there'd been no damage done, and
although she realized now the unfeasibleness of it, there had been a moment just before
he stopped when she thought little sensations of pleasure were beginning to ripple
through her... and then he had gushed into her vagina and he'd collapsed atop of her.
Immediately, the nausea had followed and she'd wept silently into her pillow for hours
after he slept.
Sometime in the first gray light of dawn she'd made up her mind to initiate some
drastic changes. She would force herself, henceforth, to perform her wifely conjugal
functions, but she was damned if she'd do it in needles squalor. She would call Chief
Devons this very morning and set her little campaign in motion... to what value, she
was still uncertain, but if David was ever to be more than a menial detective in the
Parksburg Police Department some political initiative had to be taken.
It was enough that he'd spurned her parents' offer of a comfortable position in Daddy's
firm for such a lowly profession, but to sit placidly by and wait to be recognized on
one's merits was simple naiveness today... especially since Lieutenant Ken Saddler's
death, and with his successor about to be appointed. There was more to getting ahead
in one's chosen field than being dedicated; Mama had certainly proven that by prodding
Daddy all of his life, until today he owned an entire chain of drug-stores...
Ash-blonde and voluptuously lovely, Marilyn Archer moved about the small, drab
kitchen preparing breakfast as she thought these things. She'd slipped on a see-through,
knee length, gossamery pink wrapper over shorty pajamas, en-chancing the long white
columns of her perfectly tapered legs and the full rounded smoothness of her thighs
and delightfully contoured buttocks. Her young lush breasts stood firm and high above
a waspish waist, the semi-hardened buds of their nipples embossing the sheer material
decoratively, as might a pair of in-sewn buttons, while her satin-skinned oval face,
absent of makeup, bespoke her youthful twenty-two years. Her nose was slender and
small, somewhat puggish, but classically so, and her large gray-blue eyes exotically
beautiful, while her full ripe mouth with the lower lip protruding slightly gave her an
almost little-girlish, perpetual pout. She wore her below-the-shoulder-length, silken
textured hair tied casually back in a ponytail, and her movements, although exceedingly
graceful, added to her little-girlish air. She wanted to appear especially sexy to him this
morning, after last night.
She could hear his electric razor humming busily in the bathroom down the hall.
Mathematically, she tried to estimate the time left to her before his appearance for
breakfast; not enough to cook fresh bacon, she decided. She'd burned this batch and if
there was any thing her twenty-seven year old beloved husband despised, it was burned
bacon. God, she'd never make a cook in two lifetimes. It just wasn't her forte, and that
was that... in fact, she was anything but the home-maker type, as were most of the
Radcliffe girls of her set. Take them out of the drawing-room and they were lost, Daddy
had always said.
Disgustedly, she buttered the too-dark toast and began shelling the "hard," soft-boiled
eggs, burning her long, nail-lacquered fingers in the process. Nothing, absolutely
nothing, was going right this morning... which was adding all the more to her
determination in contacting Chief Devons. If they were ever to get out of this damnable
apartment and have a decent home, yes even a maid, it was going to rest with her to
make the first move; she felt certain David never would. It just wasn't his way of doing
things.
Poor darling, there he was, probably the most educated and qualified man on the force
with his Masters from Syracuse, yet, the least likely to step into Lieutenant Saddler's
place, simply because of his lack of self-propulsion. Still, she wasn't overlooking the fact
that he hadn't yet gotten over Lieutenant Saddler's death either. It must have been
horrible for him, standing by his side in the darkness of that warehouse, then suddenly
the shot ringing out, followed by Ken Saddler's cry of agony. Dear God, when she
thought about it and realized that it might well have been her David that was killed... A
cold chill of horror passed over her. Damnit, why did he have to choose such a way of
making a living, anyway?
She poured the coffee and sat down slowly at the table to wait for him. She really loved
him so much. He'd been the only boy in her whole life that she'd really cared a thing
about... And he hadn't changed one iota since the first night she'd met him two years
ago. The Spencer's Christmas party, she recalled; she'd come home to Syracuse for the
holidays... and there, across the room he had stood looking at her, shy and handsome.
She'd had to take the initiative that time, too, hadn't she? Now, she smiled softly to
herself. Absolutely non-pretentious he was; she'd thought him too good to be true. His
simple and sincere down-to-earthiness had swept her off her feet; she'd never before
known anyone like him.
Lord, she remembered how frightened she had become later at the sudden thought of
losing him... and that was when she'd begun to employ sex to insure and gain a more
sound hold on him. Really, she'd taken unfair advantage, leading him on time and
again, pretending at near sexual abandon, when in truth there'd been nothing but a
cold little lump in the pit of her belly at the mere thought of actual relations, then
turning him off with the plea of saving her virginity for their marriage bed. Had he not
been the sweet and gentle boy that he was, she would never have dared to tease and
taunt him so, but she'd loved him and had known no other way of holding him for
certain.
Marilyn sipped at her coffee thinking that there was no question about what her
devised scheme had worked. They had never gone all the way, but Lord, how close they
had come several times... once, to the point of near panic for her when she'd feared she
wasn't going to be able to stop him. As usual, she had let him reach under her sweater,
unfasten her bra, and massage her exposed breasts. They were in the back seat of his
car and suddenly he had taken one of her nipples into his mouth, the gentle dallying of
his tongue around it causing a series of mixed, conflicting emotions to seize her, and
she had barely noticed when his hand had slipped under her skirt and begun caressing
the soft, warm skin of her smooth, white thighs.
"No, David, no!" she had cried out in sudden dread, aware that she had already let him
go too far, her flesh beginning to cringe beneath his touch and at the mere thought of
what he was doing. "My God, stop! Stop, I tell you...!"
But he hadn't; instead, his hands moved over the suppleness of her recoiling body,
stroking her, fondling the full length of her, across her flat smooth belly and downward
to the nylon-pantie covered fleeciness of her pubic mound. God, even now at the
memory, of his hand between her legs she shuddered. He had petted her there lovingly,
insinuating a finger beneath the tight band of her pantie-leg and suddenly into the
moist virginal split of her vagina. At first, a tingling sensation she had never before felt
had raced through her and then abrupt and total revulsion.
She had struck him, slapping him hard across the face, at the same time screaming at
the top of her voice, until he had collapsed on top of her, panting, almost sobbing, and
she had found herself gently stroking his head. Moments later, he'd asked her to marry
him and she had cried with joy the rest of the evening.
She knew he had wanted to wait, hold off the wedding for at least another year, until he
was situated and more capable of caring for her in the financial manner she was
accustomed, but his lean, virile body had betrayed him. He had to have her and she
knew it; he could wait no longer.
They'd ignored Mama's regal plans for an elaborate wedding and eloped to Lake
George to stand before a Justice Of The Peace. But now, she was sorry about that, too.
She had always hoped for a beautiful wedding. It was the only time she could ever
remember going against her mother's wishes... and that followed by David not taking a
position with the Haley Drug Corporation. Lord, she mused, his determination to
become a law enforcement officer had practically caused the poor woman to have a
stroke, and when he'd joined the Parksburg force and they'd moved the hundred miles
here, to this small city, Mama hadn't spoken to either of them for three months.
Once more, David's movements came to her and she called out: "Darling...? Are you
coming? Your breakfast will be cold."
"One minute," his muffled voice answered.
"I-I burned the bacon again..."
"It wouldn't be breakfast if you didn't."
Marilyn smiled. He sounded in a better mood than she'd anticipated... especially after
last night. God, how she wished sex meant something to her, instead of that cold little
feeling of claminess she experienced each time at the very pit of her stomach. The kisses
and caresses were beautiful, even the massaging and gentle manipulations at her breasts
had come to intrigue her, as did his stroking and fondling when he lovingly played at
her vagina and tweaked her clitoris; she could swear that this was going to finally be the
heavenly time... but then he would undress and the mere sight of his massive organ
instigated the cold repulsion that chilled any desire she might have felt. She couldn't
help it... my God, she couldn't! Even now, the thought alone nauseated her. Mama
would understand. What was there in sex that so captivated men... even made monsters
of some? She couldn't conceive of it. God, one would think there was nothing else in
life... and she was yet to enjoy the first moment of having David's thing inside her. It
turned her stomach, just as Mama had always said it would.
Poor Mama... she'd put up with gentle, backboneless Daddy all of her life, and in her
ingenuity, made something of greatness, a lasting mark of him. What he was and what
he had, he certainly owed to resourceful Mama... and how upset her parents had been
when she'd married a common pharmacist rather than a man in the woolen industry;
but she'd proven them wrong... just as she, Marilyn Haley Archer, was determined to
prove her mother wrong.
Again, Marilyn smiled to herself as she thought of the expression on her mother's face
when she would call and tell her of David's promotion to Lieutenant of Detectives...
and with less than a year on the force. She thought of what she would say: "Well,
Mama, a man has to choose his own path... make his own mold. Times are changing,
you know, and the need for men of David's caliber in law enforcement is great."
"Okay... here I am," David said, interrupting her thoughts as he burst into the kitchen
buttoning his coat. He bent the long distance of his six feet three inches and kissed her
cheek, then went to his side of the table. "Ahhhhhhh... cold eggs, burnt bacon and too
dark toast. A perfect breakfast, Honey. That must be some wild course at homemaking
they teach at Radcliffe, eh?"
Marilyn couldn't keep from laughing... God... dear God, how she loved him! He was
blushing self-consciously... Waiting... Lord, if only she knew how to give herself to him
completely...!
David Archer gazed at his craggy, almost cavernous young face in the bathroom mirror.
He'd decided sometime ago that his beard stood out like a background forest in a
Grandma Moses painting. He wished to hell he wasn't so dark-haired, and so damnable
skinny either. Yesterday in the gym, that rookie had almost thrown him in jiu-jitsu, and
only because of weight. If he could put on just twenty more pounds, get up to a
hundred eighty. Then he grinned at himself. He'd never make it on Marilyn's cooking,
he mused.
He smeared his face with pre-shave and plugged in his razor. Thoughts of the night
before with her immediately filled his mind and an emptiness yawned at his entrails.
God, what an utter disaster it'd turned out to be... and just when he felt certain he was
reaching her. What the devil had he done wrong? What was it that took her to that
point in sex, then shattered the whole picture? He was sure it was his fault... lack of
sufficient pre-love play, maybe... he didn't know... his brain was so addled since the
Lieutenant's shooting... something was wrong in that scene too... Damnit, he needed
Marilyn's understanding, her love and body so desperately... and making love to her
was like going to the dentist! Why, why, why? Cripes, it'd all been so beautiful to that
point, too...
He'd cooked the steaks himself. They'd had the wine, the whole enchanting spread,
even the checkered tablecloth with candlelight, and he recalled that he'd watched the
shimmering light of the flame playing on her wet, glistening lips and in her eyes, like
something from a romantically staged set. Her sensual beauty had whipped his breath
away and he'd gaped at her with his heart thumping in his throat, loving her even more
if that was possible.
Later, when she'd walked into the bedroom from the bath, naked except for that
diaphanous negligee, he could hardly control himself... certain it was the dawning of a
new era for both of them. His head swam, excerpts of every fiasco from their wedding
night to this racing through his brain... and now they were past, done with. She'd come
to him as he'd known she would one day.
She stood in the doorway, her body a lovely, sculptured work of art. Time and again the
sight of her voluptuous nakedness had intoxicated him as might a flagon of rare vintage
wine, but never had she appeared this way to him. The difference was in the resigned,
almost needing expression on her face. Every sensuous detail of her curvaceous
loveliness was lucidly clear, from her tiny rising nipples down to the soft triangle of
golden hair that nestled invitingly below her white soft belly.
She'd come to where he lay in the bed, the single sheet covering him, folding that
delicious body down beside him and he had begun to kiss her. Receptively, her mouth
answered his, her tiny tongue probing, warning, letting his own enter between the soft,
ruby wet lips and beyond the clean white barrier of her teeth. Her breath was hot and
sweet in his face, his cock throbbing and hammer-hard. She'd wrapped her arms
around him and clung frantically, just as she used to do in the back seat of his ancient
Ford, and he'd kissed her lips, her eyes, her nose, her neck. She'd squirmed against
him, soft little purring noises coming from deep in her throat, and he'd lowered his lips
until they found her breasts. She'd helped, cupping the firm, round sphere from
beneath in her hand and pressing the hardened pink nipple into his sucking mouth.
Heaven! My God! Almost insane in his rapture, he'd bit and sucked at her
magnificently full, firm breasts, his hand ever moving downward over the satin
smoothness of the flat little bowl of her belly to the silken, sparse hair covering the
mound just above the tight pink slit between her warm full thighs.
"Ooohhh," she'd whimpered against his mouth, slowly opening to him and his finger
had traced the snug, hair-lined crevice, then, wormed its way slitheringly between the
pouting, fleshy lips into the velvety, hot, moist loveliness, playing, dallying, taunting the
elasticized opening of its small vaginal mouth before trailing the length and depth of its
splendor to the tiny pink bud of her clitoris. She'd jerked and trembled, but erotically
so, as he aroused it into its erectile state, while simultaneously, he pressed his throbbing
prick hard against her smooth soft thigh and she seemed to respond with the writhing
length of her body.
God! What had happened?
When he couldn't stand it any longer, he'd thrown the sheet from him, climbed up over
and between her then receptive, wide-spread thighs... and suddenly he'd felt her go
stone-like beneath him. Her raised legs had tautened against his ribs, her mouth
drawing back in a near bloodless thin line, and all she could seem to do was stare at
him in wide-eyed loathing.
"What...? What is it, Marilyn?" he'd hissed down at her. "Wh-What in Christ's name is
the matter with you? You look as if you were going to be raped or something!"
"I-I-I... Oh, damnit... go ahead and do it if you're going to!"
"I... I just don't understand...! He'd shaken his head and gaped at her, his aching, 
rockhard prick in his hand, already having splayed the tight moist lips of her cunt with its
blood-inflated head, the tip of which lay poised at the entrance of her tight vaginal
passage. He'd stared at her in complete confusion. Expressions of disgust, maybe even
hate and horror seemed to distort her beautiful face.
"My God, what is it? What's wrong with you, Darling...?"
"Go ahead! Do it! Do what you're going to do... what you have to do! I'm your wife... I
can stand it!"
The near maniacal shrill to her voice had both frightened and angered him. She was no
longer the same girl beneath him, let alone his very own wife. It was unbelievable! Yet,
in the past six-months, he'd endured many similar occasions with her... and without
reason...
"Well? Go on will you?" Get it over with, please!" she'd gnashed between clenched
teeth and vile rage had welled up inside him, pure, utter fury, and at that moment he'd
plunged into her.
There was nothing, loving or husbandly in the way he'd gritted his teeth, grasped her
thighs forcing them back until her knees were jammed against her breasts and rammed
his cock home... home until his balls slapped resoundingly into the crevice of her ass,
buffeting her twitching anus, and she'd ground her squirming buttocks hard down into
the mattress in an attempt to escape the cruel, instantaneous impalement. She'd cried
out! Her legs had jerked widely out on either side of his long, lean body, kicking futilely
in the air.
"Ohhhh, my God!" she'd wailed as he'd felt the enraged nob of his long thick shaft
batter the snail-like mouth of her womb.
Several times, he remembered, he'd flexed his completely buried, rod, causing further
groans and whimpers to roll from between her locked white teeth, and as he'd hung
above her suspended on his outstretched arms, his prick submerged deep into the
vibrant heat of her hidden sanctuary, he'd grinned down at her... fiendishly, he
supposed, but that was the way he felt.
Damn her! He'd show her! She could stand it, eh? Wonderful! Then, let her stand this,
and this, and this, and this!
How long he had pummelled her unwanting, defenseless cunt, he wasn't sure, but in
the end he realized it hadn't been good. She had driven him into a state of
uncontrollable wrath and he'd continued to vent his rage against her groaning body
time after time, flooding her belly again and again with gushes of his hot, scalding cum,
until in near exhaustion he'd fallen away from her, the shocked horror stamped upon
her tear-stained face causing a torrent of guilt to overwhelm him... Dear God! What had
he done? And to what advantage...? Except to alienate her even more so... There'd be
no fulfillment, no real sense of physical satisfaction... and there was nothing he could
say that would erase the horror of his violent ravishment of her soft, supple body.
Yet, she had forgiven him! Why, he would never know. He had lain beside her in
drained silence, staring upward at the ceiling, fighting back his own tears of shame and
struggling to find words... even one single word that would make her understand the
depths of his self-disgust, and she'd said: "It's all right, David. Please... please, Darling...
it's all right."
"M-My God!" he'd gasped, biting at his lower lip in an effort to contain the choking
lump in his throat. "How... Baby... how can I make it up to you?"
"Shhhhh. Go to sleep now. It's late. We'll talk another time... maybe tomorrow," she'd
whispered, then rolled toward him, slipping her arm over his chest.
Now, a little chill ran the length of his slender body. He moved closer to the mirror and
pressed the mechanical device tighter to the hollows of his cheek. He loved her, he
thought. But it was almost as if he had never had her... as if, perhaps, they were still
floundering lovers in the back seat of his car... almost as if it would never be any
different. But, God, how he loved her! More than anything in the world...!
"Darling...?" Her voice from the kitchen broke into his thoughts. "Are you coming?
Your breakfast will be cold."
"One minute," he called back.
Marilyn felt David's eyes devouring her hungrily. The idea delighted her, knowing that
nothing further could come of it; he was already near-late for work. She kept her head
down and nibbled at her breakfast, pleased that she'd chosen this outfit to arouse him
in the aftermath of his feeling of guilt.
"About last night, Baby," he said suddenly, his face slightly flushed. "Cripes... I'm
sorry..."
"Darling, don't..." she cut him short, offering a sad, resolved little smile. "Let's not talk
about it anymore. I understand."
He reached across the table, placing his hand over hers, "God, I wouldn't do anything
to hurt you for the world. I love you, Baby... you know that, don't you?"
"Of course I know, silly," she replied, continuing her smile and turning her hand over
to squeeze his.
"I-I don't know what got into me," he said, lowering his eyes and shaking his head in
an expression of confusion. "I... I guess I just haven't been myself since Lieutenant
Saddler's death... can't seem to get it out of my mind. And the way the Chief's just
shelved the whole thing... hardly any investigation at all... no real attempt to find the
lousy punks that were in that warehouse... and here one of them shot and killed the
best man the department had. Cripes, I just don't get it, Honey... and it's driving me
crazy."
"I know, darling," she said sympathetically. "You don't have to explain. I've know all
along what was bothering you," she lied. "By the way... who will get the appointment?"
"What appointment?"
"The lieutenancy, Darling?"
"Oh... probably Mace or Baxter," he said, withdrawing his hand and pushing back from
the table. "They've each got twenty-years of service... Well, I better be on my way..." He
stood.
"How about you, David?" she put to him casually.
"Me...? Me what?"
"Getting the promotion," she answered him, somewhat sharply. "Good heavens, you're
more qualified than any of them. Haven't you given it any thought?"
He looked at her in surprise, then laughed. "Are you serious?"
"Of course, I'm serious," she said, trying hard to keep the knifing edge of her mounting
irritation from her tone. God, she thought, how could he be so complacently
unambitious?
"Why... why, it's out of the question, Honey," he said, as if amazed that she should
think such a thing possible. "I'm almost low man on the totem-pole when it comes to
seniority..."
"Oh, seniority be damned, David," she snapped, her disgust with him becoming
obvious. "I'll just bet that politics will be the deciding factor, just like in everything else.
Not how long you've been on the force, but how well you've cultivated Chief Devon's
friendship. After all, he will make the decision, won't he?"
David continued to stare at her in astonishment. He couldn't help it. But, God, she was
lovely, he thought, lovely, desirable... and just a little bit stupid like her Mama. "Look,
Baby," he said, coming around the table to fold her into his arms, drawing her tightly
against him until the hard tiny tips of her breasts pressed into his chest and his hands
smoothed down her back, each cupping a respective full round buttock to pull snugly
against him. "I've got about as much chance of getting that promotion as... as you have.
It's experience in law enforcement that counts, Doll... not what you know, or whom..."
"Nonsense. I don't believe that," she said, making a strong effort to control her
aggravation with him, rubbing her warm, soft body suggestively against his as she
raised her mouth to be kissed. He did and she pretended a little sigh. "Please... for me,
Darling... at least try, won't you? I'd be so proud of you."
He kissed her again. God, she was delicious... his very own luscious wife. How he'd like
to take her into the bed right at that moment... maybe it would be different this time...
His prick jerked in his pants.
"Please... for me?" she whispered insistently.
It struck him then the seriousness of her plea. "You really mean it don't you, Baby," he
said, gazing down into her beautiful face. "You actually think I might have a chance..."
"Darling, I know you have an excellent chance, if you'll only try... and go about it
right," she said, enthusiastically. "Have a talk with Chief Devon... let him know that
you're after the post... remind him of your qualifications..." He felt his face flushing
again. What she was saying didn't set well at all, but he had no intentions of arguing
the point. She just simply didn't understand and it would be useless to make an issue of
it. Instead, he said: "Let me think about it, Marilyn."
"You're only trying to put me off, David."
"No... I'll consider it, I promise."
She moved closer to him again and kissed him. "I love you, Darling... and I want to be
proud of you. Can you understand that?"
His hands still cupped the full warm spheres of her buttocks, gently massaging and
kneading them. Reluctantly, he gave them up. He was late now. "I understand," he said.
"And I love you, too, but I better be going or I won't have any job at all, let alone a
promotion."
She smiled and walked to the door with him. "When you become a Lieutenant you
won't have to worry about being late," she said, raising her puckered lips to him.
He bent and kissed her a last time. "Bye bye," he said.
"Bye, Darling."


Chapter 2

At seven o'clock in the morning, Chief of Police Lew Devons sat in the semi-luxurious
living room of his home clad only in a dressing gown, a mug of steaming coffee in his
hand. He was a handsome man by all athletic standards, tall and broad, square bronzed
face, with a heavy shock of grayless black-hair, except at the temples where he was pure
white, and only the thickening around his middle and the furrowed crinkles at the
outside corners of his hard, flint-hued eyes acknowledging his fifty years. Presently, he
was half leering at the pathetic figure of the still traceable, comely brunette who stood
in the center of the room, her hands trembling as she pulled the front of the chenille
robe tighter about her throat. He watched her, his near-grin a distorted grimace of pure
hate, while he stroked the massive head of Kaptain, his German Shepherd that lay on
the floor beside his chair to the left.
"P-Please, Lew... just one... that's all I ask... one little drink," Jessica Devon pleaded
humbly of her husband. "Please...?"
Devons raised the streaming mug to his lips and slurped at his coffee noisily,
continuing to stare at her in disgust. Christ, to think she was only thirty-six. He shook
his head in contempt. Was it possible...? What a beauty she'd been, too. Sexy,
voluptuous, one of TV's top rated singers when he'd married her ten years ago... B.C. –
before Charlie Candell – before she'd two-timed him and he'd found out, and poor
Charlie had wound up in his T-Bird, wrapped around a tree, dead as hell. Something
had gone wrong with his tie-rod they said... it damn sure had. Too bad... a shame... look
at her, he thought, a confirmed lush... broken, haggard, a bedraggled looking slut if
he'd ever seen one. Damn her soul... play him for a fool, would she? That was her first
and only mistake. No one did Lew Devon that way without paying the price, and so far
it'd cost her plenty... but he wasn't finished with her yet.
"Please, Lew darling... my God, I need it so bad," she whimpered. "Just one... that's all,
and I won't bother you anymore..."
"Go to hell, bitch," he spat, continuing to stare at her scurrilously, his big hand fondly
stroking Kaptain's impressive head.
She'd begged him for a divorce, but that was the last thing he intended to give her; and
then she'd pleaded with him to send her someplace where she could take the cure and
he'd refused that.
You want out of this hell, Pig, he would sneer at her. Then, kill yourself, because that's
the only way you're ever going to get away from me... the day your miserable,
worthless, two-timing life wheezes out of your drunken body!
She wouldn't, of course, and he knew that.
She had no guts... and what she did have was rotting from the booze she'd consumed.
At first, when she'd gotten onto the kick, he'd let her go, hoping against hope if he left
her alone she'd hook herself... and she had. She'd had bottles stashed all over the house
when he finally had decided she'd arrived. It'd taken a little time, but eventually he'd
found them all. The rest was simply a matter of cutting off her money and having his
boys keep an eye on the house to see that she didn't get out and no one got in. Simple.
Before he left in the morning, he always saw that she had half what she needed, enough
to keep her hooked, but only a portion of what her body craved. Her torture had to be
hell, and there wasn't anyone who amounted to a damn in the city who didn't pity him
for the affliction he had to contend with. Now, he grinned brutally to himself thinking,
it was a hefty and sadistic pound of flesh Lew Devon demanded.
"Oh God, Lew," she moaned, twisting the front of her robe tightly around her throat.
"I-I can't stand it! I've got to have a drink. I'll go mad if I don't! Please... dear, be
merciful, I beg of you!"
"Begging again, eh?" he said, grinning at her helplessness. He slurped his coffee once
more. "Really need it bad, don't you, Kid?"
"Oh Lew... Lew, for God's sake, don't torment me..."
"Torment you? Who's tormenting you, cunt?" He lay his head back against the chair as
he petted Kaptain's picturesque head. "I'm just wondering how bad you want it? You
know... I have to think of my wife's health."
Jessica Devons licked nervously at her dry lips.
Suddenly, she came forward and dropped to her knees in front of him. Kaptain growled
and she froze, knowing full well the viciousness of the dog.
"Oh God Almighty, Lew, I'm begging you," she wailed, not moving, only whining her
entreaty so as not to incur the trained animal's wrath, remembering the treacherous nip
of his flashing teeth from times passed. "Please, Darling, please...?"
Devons grinned down at her between his legs. He said: "I like the way you're saying
Darling this morning. I almost get the feeling that you still love me." He laughed.
"Stupid, eh?"
"Oh no, no! I do! I do! I love you with all my heart, Lew..."
"What've you got on beneath that rag?" he said, leaning forward and jerking the front
of her robe open.
Her full naked breast burst into view, the dark nipple withered, almost inverted he
thought, but he knew how rotund and firm they were, and how her flesh was still
smooth and tight to her curvaceous body. The liquor hadn't spoiled that as yet,
although he'd hoped it would.
She stared up at him, her dark-brown eyes wide and obviously not sexually wanting. He
saw this and broadened his grin.
"Take it off," he said.
She remained on her knees, hesitating only momentarily before complying with his
demand. The robe slipped to the floor from her shoulders and she knelt nude before
him. Her whole body trembled in the throes of her need for alcohol.
"Please... let me have one little drink..." she started, but he cut her short.
"Take my cock, get it hard and suck it awhile," he spat, pulling open the front of his
robe until his hair-covered genitals were exposed before her, his limp foreskinned
member lying docile between his legs and arched forward over the sac of his testicles.
She ran her small hand along the hairy flesh of his thigh, simultaneously forcing a
trembling smile up at him. "I-I want to, Darling... I really want to... but let me have one
drink first..."
"No!" he snarled. "Suck me off first, then... I'll think about it. Pretend I'm Charlie
Candell... that ought to make it easy."
"Lew... Lew... Jesus God, please, I'm begging you," she cried. "I'll do whatever you want
then..."
"You'll do whatever I want now! First, last, and as I tell you to do it, bitch!" he roared,
slithering down in the chair to place his limp penis immediately beneath her quivering
mouth. "Now, suck it! If you hope for one drink today, suck me off!"
Slowly, with forced quaking gentleness she grasped the length of his long flaccid prick,
raised its head and lowered her mouth to it.
"Wait," he said. "Skin it back and lick it. And lick it nice and clean."
He watched as tenderly she pulled the heavy outer layer of thick skin down toward its
base, making the full, moist, blood-colored nob squirt out like toothpaste from a tube,
and then he saw her pink, almost pointed tongue lave at its underside, moving to its
split to catch the secreting drop nestled there, and finally all around and over it until it
glistened from the saliva of her mouth. A chill of pure sadistic dominance surged
through him and he felt his cock jerk as her lips opened to absorb it in its limp state,
taking it all into her mouth until he could feel her face and lips tight against the hair of
his pelvis, her tongue swishing maddeningly in wild circles as the aroused shaft began
to grow.
"Suck, bitch! Suck!" he spat down at her, entwining his big hand in her disheveled
dark-hair brutally.
She did and he lay back until the might and breadth of his rod had hardened to its
unbelievable length and thickness and her ovaled lips clung elastically to the wet spear
of rock-hard flesh, her head bobbing up and down over him, her tongue lashing and
swirling as if possessed.
"Squeeze my balls you stupid bitch!" he hissed down at her. "Squeeze 'em the way you
did Charlie Candell's when you sucked him dry! You hear! Hurry up!"
She did, tenderly cupping his bloating sac in her hands, caressing and loving them as
she sucked furiously on his ever-growing, huge prick. She even slipped a middle finger
along the crevice of his ass to his anus and taunted it... gradually, like a prong of velvet,
slipping it inside the tight brown hole and probing gently, the way she knew he liked it.
She heard him begin to gasp and desperately tried to prepare herself for the gush of his
thick white cum. From experience, she knew the never-ending quantity of it. It would
flood her mouth and throat and no matter how fast she swallowed, she would as always,
choke. Sometimes, he got angry when she choked, and God, she didn't want to make
him that way this morning. Oh... she needed that drink so bad. She knew she'd go
stark raving mad if she didn't have something soon. Her stomach was ready to convulse
right now... at this very moment! Dear God, help me! Let me finish this! I've got to
have a drink... something to help settle me down. Oh God! Oh God!
Lew Devons could feel the pressure building in his balls. Godamn, he was going to
blow the top off her miserable head this morning. He sensed it all the way to his bowels
and her probing finger in his asshole was just about turning him inside out. He gaped
at the ridges of pink flesh dragging along his prick-shaft from her clasped lips as she
raised her head, then watched them disappear every time she plunged her face
downward to absorb it. He could even see her full, firm, distended tits dancing and
swaying, their nipples hard and a half-inch long now as she sucked him feverishly.
Christ, why couldn't she have been faithful? "Suck it harder you dirty cunt! Eat it!
Swallow it! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! I'm going to cum. If you ever want another drink,
make it the best you know how, you hear!"
Insanely, he grabbed at her head with both hands, pressing it downward onto his shaft
as he lifted his loins to drive his hardened cock deep into her throat. And then, he felt
it... like ground nails moving along the tiny channel from his inflated balls. "Oh
Christ...!" he bellowed, and it spurt wildly into her mouth from the tip of the raging,
jerking, rod while he watched as the ecstatic sensations tore through him, his eyes
glazed, yet seeing her mouth bloat and contract as she swallowed time and again, time
and again, the massive load she'd dragged up out of him, her mouth sucking, her
tongue working furiously while he continued to squirt his hot, thick sperm far back
into her desperately swallowing throat and ripples of pleasurable sadism trickled
through him as the profundity of his orgasm began to diminish.
When it was done, and his prick had deflated she continued to suck and nibble at it. He
pushed her face away saying nothing. Slowly, she raised her eyes to him.
"Now...? Can I have a drink now, darling... please?" she looked up at him desperately, a
thin string of white sperm dribbling lewdly from the corner of her mouth. "I-I did a
good job, didn't I? It ought to be worth a drink... one little drink...?
He sneered down at her watching her tongue lash out to ensnare the thin trail of white
liquid hungrily. "I could get better from any whore walking the streets, pig. No wonder
Charlie Candell killed himself. He thought he was going to have to put up with your
cock sucking."
Her once lovely face paled. "Please, Lew. My God, I beg you... please..." He pushed her
away with his bare foot, planting it between her full breasts and shoving brutally. She
went over onto her back, but quickly recovered herself as he got to his feet. He twisted,
square face glared at her.
"All right, slut," he threw down at her. "One drink... but not because you earned it.
Only out of the goodness of my heart, understand?"
"Oh God yes, Darling. I know... I know," she whimpered. "I-I'm sorry it wasn't good. I
tried..."
"Huhh," he grunted. "You tried. You, a common broken down pig, tried! You tug at
my heart-strings, cunt." He moved half way across the room and stopped, turning to
look at her where she still kneeled naked on the floor. A light suddenly flashed in his
hard eyes. "One drink, bag, that's all... unless you earn more."
She stared up at him, no shame, nothing inhibiting her, the need for alcohol, the one,
only, and foremost thing in her mind. Slowly, her red-rimmed eyes widened in fear.
"Wh-What do you mean, Darling?"
"Well... unless I miss my guess, you're going to need enough to take care of you
throughout the day, aren't you?... Well, aren't you?"
"Y – Yes..." Lew Devons laughed cruelly. "All right," he grunted, turning away from
her and going to a little cabinet she had never suspected.
Slowly, she raised to her feet, staggering slightly, staring at the cabinet and knowing
there would never be anything there again. A convulsive tremor surged through her.
There would be more torture to come, she realized, even as her tongue licked out at her
lips and she heard the clinking of bottle against glass and the dribbing of liquid being
poured.
He came back toward her smiling. It wasn't an ordinary shot-glass, or even a double...
but a large old-fashioned glass... almost three quarters filled! Dear God! How could she
ever think he didn't love her... didn't understand and have mercy on her!
She reached for it, but he held it above her head.
"Oh Darling, please," she begged. "If you only knew the torture I'm going through..."
"In a minute, pig. In a minute," he said, half grinning. "I just want to be sure you
understand."
"Darling... Lew, whatever you say, as always... I understand," she babbled, looking up at
the suspended glass of straight whiskey.
Lew Devons laughed. He shook his head. "What a broken-down bag you've become,
Jessica. You used to be a delightful woman too... Well... to hell with that. Now...! This
is all you get... all day... unless you perform."
She stared at him, the horrors of what was to come almost freezing her as her mouth
dropped open at the mere thought of three hours... even two, from this very moment;
but she had to have this drink.
"Wh... What are you saying?" she managed.
He held the glass out of her reach and grinned sadistically. "Just what you heard, Baby.
You want this drink, and enough to keep you from seeing snakes crawling out of the
wall, then, just tell little old daddy you'll do what he says... no matter what it is."
Jessica Devons ran her dry tongue against the drier roof of her mouth. Her body, every
inch of it convulsed from her head. She stared upward at the near-full glass of whiskey.
She had to have it! She had to!
"Yes... Yes... I'll do it, Lew... no matter what it is!" she gasped.
He chuckled, then slowly lowered the glass, handing it to her. With both hands, she
grasped it and he watched her plunge it to her lips and gulp away the contents without
a breath... then, stagger backward in her nakedness, lower her head and stand there, her
right hand pressing against the small, round circle of her belly, the other going to her
face as if she were smearing cold-cream over it. Finally, she bent slightly over, facing
him, and he knew he'd satisfied her very immediate need.
When she straightened, she was more woman than he'd seen her in a long time, but
he'd expected that. Her eyes seemed to level with his and there was a certain air of
defiance in her as she raised her chin high. She was queen of all she surveyed right
now, he thought, watching her, his hate and disgust mounting rapidly at the mere sight
of her reaction to the alcohol.
"You feel you've got the world by the ass right now?" he snickered at her.
"No... No, not really," she replied, sensing for the first time in hours the trembling
leaving her... almost as if she were a human being again. She smiled easily. "But I feel...
and that's something to me."
"I'm goddamned glad to hear that," Chief Devons tossed out at her.
Jessica hadn't felt this strong in... she couldn't remember when. She back-peddled to a
chair and sat down in it, entirely conscious that she was nude. She wouldn't even try to
be ladylike, she thought, as she dropped into the chair and threw one leg over the arm.
Let him gape in his filthy, lecherous lust at her... ogle her spread-open cunt... and
maybe that would do something to him! God, how she hated and despised him! How
she'd like to see him down between her legs once more, licking, sucking, driving
himself to a frenzy. Godamn him! She'd piss on him! She would...!
"In a little while you're going to be out of your mind unless you have more booze to
sustain you, he said factually. "You want more booze, big timer?"
She started to throw a smart comeback at him, then, thought better of it. "Yes," she
said. "You know I have to have more... enough to see me through the day..."
"I know. But I was wondering if you did... after that belt I gave you," he said, grinning.
She didn't answer him immediately. She was trying to think while she had those
capacities to think if there was any alternative. Momentarily, she was alive, at rest,
capable of overcoming any task... but in two hours, maybe less, what then? Not to be a
fool was the most important thing. She forced a smile as she lowered her leg from the
arm of the chair and tried to assume a more demure attitude.
"What do you want of me, Lew?"
He chuckled. "What do I want of you? Nothing, bitch... absolutely nothing, but there're
others in my family, you know."
She watched as he lowered his big hand to the head of the dog, rubbing it
affectionately. A ripple of revulsion surged through her; she steeled herself; she'd had
had to submit to such indecencies before with him and suddenly it didn't seem so bad.
At least, Kaptain was more gentlemanly than was he, and if a woman had to absorb a
prick inside her what difference did it make whether it was an animal's or a human
mad-dog's. In fact, she was better with the pure, real animal, wasn't she?"
"You want me to satisfy Kaptain," she said, a half-smile on her lips.
"Exactly."
She moved out of her chair, stood, then dropped to her knees. "All right, I'm ready."
Lew Devons chuckled again as he watched her circle around until the soft full orbs of
her buttocks faced him and he could see the thin hairline slit of her open pink cunt
between the still-smooth pillars of her full thighs gaping defenselessly back at him.
"Got it all figured out, eh baby?" he said, moving forward and kneeling behind her, his
long, thick shaft jerking into hardened position once more. He laughed loudly. Then!
"All right... Kaptain... in front... in front! Roll over, boy! In front and roll over!"
Jessica remained immobile as the huge dog came to stand in front of her, then lay down
and rolled onto its back. The pink, fur covered skin of its belly lay exposed to her, along
with the lengthy shaft of his sex. Behind dangled the almost black testicles and she
stared at all of it, realization of what her demented husband had in mind dawning on
her.
She tried to turn and face him and he came over her hips grabbing her waist. He said
almost hissingly: "Turn him around so that you can work better, slut. He might get
angry and bite you while you're sucking him if you don't use finesse... and a shrewd
smart girl like you has all kinds of finesse... don't you?"
"My... My God, Lew... not that! I can't do that! Not to a dog! Please... for God
Almighty's sake, have some mercy...!"
He laughed. Thunderously, he laughed and she cringed before him. "You whore! You
think you're too good to suck my dog? Why... Why you aren't even worthy to suck
him... but you make up your mind, bitch. You've got ten seconds to make up your
mind whether you want to pleasure my dog or suffer the tortures of the damned!"
Jessica's brain reeled. Dear God, her body still quivered from its need of liquor, and
God knows he would subject her to worse tortures if she didn't submit. She had to have
that whiskey he would give her when he left, even though it was hardly enough to see
her through the day... She had to have it! But a dog! Dear Christ, could she do it...?
"Well?" he screamed.
Solidly, she closed her eyes, her arms quivering in revulsion as she reached down and
took the length of his animal prick in her hand.
"Lay your head on the side!" Devons spat. "I want to watch it going in your mouth! Lay
your face down and suck it, you hear? Suck it!"
She refused to let herself think. Instead, she placed her face on the animal's warm, hard
belly while she manipulated his member with her hand. Slowly, gently, she stroked it,
back and forth while the beast lay on his back with half closed eyes, until suddenly, it
appeared... the tapered, red, glistening tip of his cock, ever oozing forward.
"Now! Now! Suck it, bitch! Suck it!" her husband screamed.
And she did. Barring all things from her mind, Jessica opened her mouth and let the
slender, tapered forepart of the animal's prick slide between her soft, rubylike lips... into
her mouth, until it had reached to the near back of her throat, and then she'd brought
her tongue into play. Surprisingly, there was nothing more than a sweet tangy taste to
her, perhaps more palatable than the human cocks she'd tasted. She sucked and twirled,
her tongue trying to categorize. The animal responded slightly to her, pressing his rear
flanks forward jerkingly and she moved her hands to its balls, scratching lightly with
her finger-tips as he picked up his thrusting rhythm, a slight whine coming from his
throat.
If there was a taste it was delicate, she decided through of the haze the glass of alcohol.
The smooth, tapered length of his thickening shaft shot into her mouth in perfect
cadence. She closed her teeth, but not to hurt, and swirled her tongue as excitement of
her own at what she was doing began to ferment inside her.
"Suck it, cunt! Suck it!" Devons called out, moving his wife's wide spread buttocks back
toward him and gaping at the tight little entrance of her dark, hairless anus.
His own cock stood out once again like a mop-handle. He reached down and drew the
heavy outer-skin back once, twice, then, kneed in closer to her, drawing the lust inflated
head upward, lubricating it through the flanges of her moistened pussy. Twice, he did
that before placing it at the mouth of her twitching anus.
"Stick it in!" he called down at her, clinging to her hips savagely. "Come on! Take my
cock and get it into you!"
Her hand came back and he watched it, half-mesmerized, as she grasped it solidly and
forced its head into the tight round ring of her rectal opening. He gasped aloud at the
entrance, the tight ring clasping at the head of his once-again throbbing prick. He
thrust then and heard her groan as he inched his prick inside the warm, tender folds of
her velvety channel.
Jessica felt the surge of his hot shaft worming upward into her back passage and
momentarily she had to gasp, but the liquid delight of the animal cock fucking into her
mouth as if mechanically was far beyond anything she'd ever imagined. It tasted almost
like honey to her, and the way it plunged taperedly into her mouth was nearly driving
her crazy. She'd thought sex was a thing of the past for her, but here she was ready to
go insane with the delight of this new perverted ecstasy. Lew was fucking into her anus,
an episode she could accept or despise, but Kaptain was thrusting his hardened animal
prick into her mouth and would soon squirt his own life into her with his hot warm,
animal sperm... and that's what she wanted.
She wanted his animal cum in her mouth... in her throat... strangling her if possible!
Maybe she was losing her mind, but that was what she wanted and she sucked and
tongued his thrusting prick ravenously while her husband burrowed his brutal cock
into the depths of her back passage... until she could feel his balls slapping resoundingly
against her cunt... and suddenly she wondered, if she set her mind, would she ever need
a drink again?
"Augggghhhh!" she grunted around Kaptain's prick pistoning into her mouth as her
husband, clutching savagely at her hips, rammed his cock into the rubbery forbidden
depths of her anus, pushing the soft, resistant flesh before it until finally with one last
plunge that flattened her buttocks against his powerful frame, he had sunk the entire
length of it into her warm, constricting rectum.
Now, she gasped for breath, hardly able to move from the sudden agony that was about
to split her thighs horribly apart. She was impaled in her rectum to the hilt of his
sadistic cock and he was showing her no mercy, not even allowing her obscenely
stretched passage to become adjusted. It was unbelievable torture...!
Lew Devons moaned softly, feeling with lewd delight the warm soft flesh of his wife's
flattened buttocks pressing tightly into his loins, while he watched Kaptain's long scarlet
prick plunging wet and glistening between her ovaled clasped lips, his strong muscled
flanks jerking in rapid spasms instinctively while she scratched at his dangling animal
balls with the nails of one hand. Christ, it was almost too much! He thrust forward into
her tightly puckered passage and his eyes locked on the hardened rod of flesh that
disappeared completely in the wide-stretched hole between her upraised mounds. He
grunted again and drew it out slightly, watching with cruel lust-filled eyes the tender
pink ridges of flesh drawing out with it and then disappearing inside again with his
inward thrust. His breathing became faster and suddenly he began sawing rhythmically
in and out, deep down into the warm clasping channel.
"Uhh, unh, unh, unh," Jessica chanted around Kaptain's ever-growing prick in her
mouth, as she knelt slave-like before him and Devons decided she was losing all
control. She was jerking back against his lewd, cruel sodomizing of her rectum as
though she were suddenly reveling in its perverted possession of her anus. Damn... he
could hardly believe it! What a slut she was! Evidently the pain was gone and she was
sucking the animal cock with obvious insane delight, while with her other hand she had
reached down between her spread thighs and was fingering her own clitoris.
Christ, he swore he'd never seen anything like it before in his life! He gaped at his
vicious white prick disappearing and reappearing as he drove it all the way into her
wildly gyrating buttocks with each hard, sadistic plunge. Not a bit of it could be seen
left as he buried it fiendishly into the tight resistant passage, its blood-engorged head
straining far up into her warm, quivering belly.
On and on she sucked at Kaptain's wildly pistoning shaft while her fingers played at the
pink, wide-spread split of her cunt, and he felt her clench her buttocks tight behind her
as if to imprison his ramming cock securely inside her until she'd reached her own
fulfillment. It was the final thing to set him off and he began pounding into the wide
spread crevice of her salaciously waggling buttocks furiously.
To Jessica, nothing else mattered in the world at the moment, only her awareness of an
uncontrollable desire where the shame and humiliation from the vile and deplorable
acts he was subjecting her to should have been, her desire to reach that point that was
building... ever building maddenly deep inside her... and she sensed the increase of his
assault up into her oval passage while her belly and loins screamed for release. She
buffeted back against his driving cock like the rutting bitch she was, while she sucked
and tongued the delicious animal prick fucking savagely into her throat. She felt the
ungovernable little mewls of passion humming from her clasped, sucking lips. She was
almost there...!
Suddenly, Kaptain whimpered, his massive sleek body beginning to jerk convulsively
and Jessica's mouth was flooded with a great undamning of hot, thick liquid which
choked her and slithered salaciously down her desperately swallowing throat.
Voraciously, she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed as the big animal whined
once more, and her whole being was filled with masochistic sensations of perverted
rapture... and as quickly did the organ begin to deflate and withdraw from her mouth,
until she felt the beast roll from beneath her and get to its feet.
"Oh God! Oh, Oh, Oooohhhh..." she wailed back at her panting husband. "I-I'm going
to cum! Yes... yessss! Nowwww!"
Her hips forced themselves back as the battering cock worked demonically with brutal
strokes into her rectum, making her strain and grunt as the pressure mounted to its
peak and burst. She had never dreamed that she could again know such abandon
wantonness with this vile man, with her body contorting and convulsing wildly in her
orgasm that seemed to go blissfully on and on and on. She was gone! Nothing else
mattered in this world... just the continual satiating pleasures rippling through her long
denied body.
"Oooohhh... aaahhhhhhhh," she groaned in beautiful overwhelming release, her senses
dazed to all around her in the enchantment of the moment. Then, she heard him
mouth a foul obscenity and he gasped chokingly, thrusting into her so hard she thought
his massive prick would burst out her mouth, and in her blurred state she moaned with
the slight shock of pain. She felt his strong loins jerk spasmodically against the flatness
of her upraised buttocks and then a great surge of hot, swirling semen shot deep up
into her rectum, filling her quaking belly almost to the brim.
She heard him gasp one last groan of relief and then she felt him falling back away and
out of her, until a welcomed cool rush of air brushed against the unplugged hole of her
anus, and she, too, collapsed forward onto the floor, her breasts heaving against the
rough nap of the carpeting.
Jessica lay quietly, her face away from him, reality slowly enveloping her once more as
she heard him moving back into his chair. Slowly, she sat up, retrieved her robe and got
to her feet, slipping it on without looking at him. When finally she did turn to him she
saw the expression of contempt and hatred still masking his square, bronzed face, but
she'd expected that. There was no mercy, no forgiveness in his foul heart. And now that
he had managed to subject her to the vilest of depravities, it was in keeping that he
should taunt and degrade her with the constant reminder of it.
"You are a pig," he sneered after a moment. "Even lower than I thought you were."
She drooped her eyes and lowered her head. "May I have another drink, now?" Her
voice was steady, surprising her own self.
He stared at her in disgust. "Lush, slut, dog-sucker," he spat. "Go ahead, dog-sucker,
you saw where the bottle was... only remember, that's all you get today... what's in that
bottle; so I'd advise you to take it slow. You've got a lot of hours ahead."
Quickly, Jessica went to the cabinet and took out the bottle to look at it. It was less
than one-third full, not half of what her body would crave before this day was over.
Tears began to dim her eyes and she pressed the bottle close to her chest between her
breasts possessively. She would forego this drink as long as she could to make the vital
liquid last as long as possible. She turned away and started to leave the room.
"Well...?" he barked from behind.
She paused and turned slowly. With an effort, she raised her chin high. "Thank you,"
she half whispered.
He grinned at her. "That's better," he answered, and she heard him laughing evilly
behind her as she slowly climbed the stairs to her room.


Chapter 3

It occurred to Marilyn Archer shortly after he'd left for work that David would make no
attempt at achieving the Lieutenancy promotion. He would not approach Chief Devons,
nor would he do anything that he felt might label him unethical in the eyes of the rest
of the department. Because of his lack of seniority he didn't feel entitled, and even
though he had tried to pacify her with "I'll consider it, I promise..." she was certain he
intended to do absolutely nothing. Unfortunately, it was typical of him, and the more
she thought about it, the more furious she became.
For a while, she had almost decided to forego her little plan until she could see how
David would make out on his own, but the sudden realization that he was merely
trying to appease her, with no intentions of even making a bid for the office, had edged
her temper to the near-boiling point. God, sometimes his lack of drive frightened her,
while his simple and ridiculously stupid philosophy enraged her; she just couldn't help
it. He could be so damnably naive; he left her no alternative. She'd do just what her
mother would do and had done successfully time and again... 'take the bull by the
horns' herself.
She had sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes for an hour,
weighing the situation. Here she possessed a hundred-thousand dollars in her own right
that her grandfather had willed her, yet, David refused to allow her to use a cent of it,
even to better their lot. My God, how utterly nonsensical could a man get with his
absurd pride? And what about her pride? After all, she was a part of this family, too,
and she hadn't exactly been raised knowing what it meant to be deprived of the better
things... in this case, she mused irritably, just the simple everyday necessities. Well, her
mind was made up. She would call Chief Devons and make a private appointment to
see him... but she would have to make him understand that their meeting must be kept
secret... that David must never know. Then... unless she had misjudged the man greatly,
and she had only met him a couple of times at departmental social functions... but
those had been sufficient for her to analyze the greed in his character, she would learn
how much rank the powerful dollar could buy in the Parksburg Police Force, and unless
she was entirely mistaken about the handsome, if lecherous appearing man, money was
his god. Anyway, she was determined to find out.
Right at the moment, she was doing something she had never before done in her young
life... drinking spiked coffee at ten o'clock in the morning in an effort to arouse a
measure of false courage... and it was working. Slowly, she pushed from the table, arose
and walked along the small hallway to the front room. It was time to play Mama's
game... time to make something of this boy she loved with all her heart. Someday, he'd
thank her; she was certain of that.
Hesitantly, she picked up the receiver and dialed...
Chief Lew Devons reclined leisurely in his huge swivel-chair behind the elaborate,
massive desk, smiling furtively at the big, jowly, well-dressed French-Canadian who
occupied the comfortable chair to his left. He was Vic Beaudry, racketeer, Parksburg's
leading gangster chieftain and the police official's lackey. A half-dozen years past,
Devons had given him sanctuary in his town when the oily, fat Canadian had been
chased out of Montreal, and the latter had repaid him by organizing and operating the
local vices under the Chief's direction; it had turned out to be a perfect mutual alliance.
"This little stronghold of yours never ceases to amaze me, Chief," Beaudry said, his
thick lipped mouth widening in a gold-teethed grin. He looked around him at the plush
suite of rooms Devons had built for himself on the fourth and top floor of Parksburg's
City Hall building at the taxpayers' expense. "Some class," he added, shaking his almost
bald head.
Devons smiled, automatically reaching down to pat Kaptain's great head beside him.
"Where's Boyce?" he asked.
"Holed up in a motel in Albany," the Canadian replied.
"You paid him?"
Beaudry nodded. "Twenty-five hundred... just like you said."
"Then why in hell isn't he out of the state, like I said?" Devons snapped, his smile
abruptly disappearing. "I told you to ship him west... get him out of the country.
Albany's too goddamned close."
"He's got a broad in Albany, Chief," informed Beaudry. "Said he'd only be there a week
or so, then blow. I didn't see anything wrong with that..."
"You didn't, eh," Devons spat sharply. "So you've taken up thinking again, is that it?"
"Aw, come on, Chief," the fat man said, squirming uneasily in his chair. "Everything's
okay. Boyce is safe and he knows enough to keep his mouth shut. Hell, he don't want
to get busted on a cop-killing, you know..."
"Shut up, you fat bastard!" Devons snarled, jerking forward in his chair. Immediately,
Kaptain was on his feet, his teeth bared viciously, a deep menacing growl sounding in
his throat as he watched the Canadian with unflinching eyes. "Don't ever make a
remark like that anywhere, you stupid frog!"
"I-I'm sorry, Chief," Beaudry blurted, staring with frightened eyes at the poised
powerful animal ready to spring at the slightest command of its master. "I-I guess I
didn't realize what I was saying..."
"You never do... and that may be your biggest and last mistake one of these days," the
Police Chief warned bitterly. Slowly, he lay back once more in his chair and ordered
Kaptain down. The great dog obeyed. Vic Beaudry sighed heavily, finding a
handkerchief to mop over his greasy brow. "Now... you see that punk out of the state,
you hear? And leave the thinking to me."
"Sure, Chief," the other said, managing a smile, "Anything you say..." Lew Devons
grunted his disgust. "Okay, that's all," he said, swinging his chair away to face his desk.
"Now, get out of here. I've got some taxpayer money to earn."
Immediately, Vic Beaudry got to his feet. He waited only long enough to see if the big
man intended to say more, decided that he didn't and quickly walked to the suite's
foyer stepping into the private elevator. He sighed heavily. Christ, it was always a relief
to get out of reach of that damned dog. Devons was bad enough by himself, but that
goddamned brute he kept beside him was a killer. A chill ran along his spine as he
pressed the button down.
Alone, and irritated by the stupidity of Vic Beaudry, Chief Devons did two things: first,
he went to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a double shot of scotch, and secondly,
he returned to his chair to switch on his closed-circuit TV screen. With a flick of the
channel selector he covered the department's operation, from the interrogation room
where Baxter and Jordon were laying heavy on a couple of drug pushers picked up the
night before... an aggravating situation in as much as they were independents and not
of his regime... to the Tombs in the bowels of the building where everything from
drunks and prostitutes to murderers were held for short terms before release, or being
shipped to the county jail or state prison. It was a unique tele-system that allowed him
to keep his thumb on the pulse of the entire department without leaving his suite, and
although the City Council had screamed at the expense, he had gone ahead with the
installation and told them to go to hell. As usual, the fuss had quickly died down; he
had too much on each member of the council for any of them to give him real trouble.
He was 'the Man' in Parksburg and he never let anyone forget it.
He was thinking of this, reveling, more or less, in his power when the phone rang. At
first, he didn't recognize the name, then he tied the sexy female voice to Detective
Archer's luscious young wife. Automatically, his eyes lighted, a lecherous little gleam
sparking them and he smiled into the mouthpiece. He switched the unit onto
amplification, set his tape recorder into motion and leaned back with clasped hands to
talk with the young woman whose voluptuous body was flashing mental pictures from
his memory bank through his mind.
"What can I do for you, Mrs. Archer," he questioned in his most charming voice.
Momentarily, she seemed to hesitate, then: "I-I think what I have to discuss with you,
Chief Devons, requires a personal interview. W-Would that be possible?"
Her augmented voice made even her breathing audible to him, and he found himself
wondering how sweet it would taste. He felt his penis stir at the mere thought. "Why...
I believe that might be arranged, my dear," he said reflectively. "When would it be
convenient for you?"
"The sooner the better," she replied quickly. "But... there's just one thing, Chief
Devons... my husband mustn't know a thing about this. It will be entirely between you
and me."
"Oh?" Devons said, a questioning lilt to his tone while his eyes assumed an even more
lecherous glint. He smiled wryly to himself, and furthered mental depictions of her long
blonde hair, beautiful face and delightful contours raced through his brain. This time,
his prick jerked lustily. "You make it sound interesting, Mrs. Archer," he went on
softly. "Suppose we set a time like ten o'clock this evening, here in my private office?"
"Well... I don't know what I'll tell David," she replied as if in thought. "You see, he'll be
off duty then and at home..."
"That shouldn't be any problem, my dear," said Devons, thinking rapidly. "I intended
to send him to Auburn late this afternoon anyway. I have a couple of felons that have
to be transferred to the State Prison there. That should make everything work out just
right, shouldn't it?"
"Yes... Yes, it would," Marilyn answered. "It would be perfect."
"Fine. Let's have it that way, then... tonight at ten here in my office. And... use the
Fourth Street entrance, Dear. You're not apt to be seen... which, I presume, is what you
prefer...?"
"It is, Chief."
"Fine," Lew Devons grinned to himself. "Just press the S-button. That'll bring you right
up to my suite... and I'll be waiting."
"Very well... and thank you, Chief."
"You're welcome, my dear... quite welcome."
The big man threw the telephone switch, cradled the receiver and cut his recorder off.
He relaxed in his big chair once more, his prick now lust-hard. Christ, what was this all
about anyway? Marital problems, maybe? Could be, but he doubted it. They seemed to
hit it off well the few times he'd seen them together. And she was a doll; that much he
was certain of. Cripes, he'd like to get into that tight young ass of hers... maybe... just
maybe he'd be able to accomplish that little feat. He shifted in his chair to ease the
binding pressure of his hardened member. Damn, just thinking about that was enough
to set him off.
But what was the big secret that she didn't want her husband to know about? He
thought about it for awhile but, came up with nothing. Archer was a good cop, too, he
thought; maybe a little too soft and strictly from the new egghead school, but he
seemed to keep his nose clean and do his job effectively...
Suddenly, Sergeant Mace's voice over the intercom interrupted his thoughts. Devons
snapped the TV Selector Switch to the interrogation room. He saw Mace with Baxter
and Jordon, their two prisoners naked and handcuffed over a waist-high iron wall so
that they were doubled over with their buttocks and genitals exposed obscenely. Baxter
held a length of heavy, rubber hose and he was sweating profusely. The two naked
bottoms were covered with thick, red welts. Mace said: "They're still trying to play
dumb, Chief. Don't want to tell us where they get their stuff. Shall we keep up the
persuasion?"
Lew Devons grunted angrily. The lousy punks, trying to cut into his operation. "Break
'em!" he growled. "Work on their asses until they beg you to listen. Rip a little hide and
rub 'em with salt. Bust a nut or two if you have to, but break 'em, you hear?" Mace
grinned evilly into the camera. He was a tall, hatched-faced individual with a missing
front tooth and a scarred left cheek. Once, he'd been a county prison guard in another
state before being dismissed for brutality to the inmates. "Okay, Chief, whatever you
say," he leered and Devons switched off his set.
He shook his head irritable. Christ, if a man wanted to get anything done around here
he had to practically do it himself. Surrounded by thick-headed morons, he thought...
then, he remembered Marilyn Archer and his grimace of disgust smoothed into a
salacious little anticipating smile. He lay back in his chair to fill his mind with her, and
began formulating plans for their clandestine little tete-a-tete that evening.
Just what in hell could she be after, anyway?


Chapter 4

David Archer was annoyed with himself for having implied to Marilyn that he would
even consider talking to Chief Devons about the Lieutenancy promotion. But it seemed
the easier way of pacifying her at the time, rather than trying to explain in depth, the
seniority system of the department. Secretly, he wished to God she was a little less
ambitious for him and a bit more concerned in overcoming her own frigidity. Although
they'd never discussed the relationship that existed between her parents, David was
certain that her mother was sexually an iceberg, and undoubtedly the manipulator
behind the Haley Drug fortune, forever prodding her easygoing husband toward higher
financial goals. In essence, Marilyn's character traits were inherited from Mama... at
least, the dominating ones were, and if there was anything of her father in her it was
certainly lying dormant.
He was sorry as hell for the way he had taken her the night before, but what bothered
him most was his lack of fulfillment, even after emptying his loins into her so many
times. It was almost as if they'd had no intercourse at all in respect to his libido.
Physically, he'd exhausted himself while mentally he was passion-starved, unable to
reach even the minimum point of satisfaction to his need. It was a hell of a confused
entanglement of emotions that kept him on edge most of the time... this, on top of
Lieutenant Ken Saddler's death and the way Chief Devons had handled his shooting so
far...
He couldn't erase the shocking horror of that moment when Ken had cried out, "I'm
hit! I'm hit!" then, died seconds later in his arms. A man didn't forget a thing like that
right away... especially when the victim was a friend and a man one admired greatly,
which was probably the main reason David was so upset when Anita Saddler called him
just before lunch.
"I'll come right over, Anita," he assured her calmly. "Now you just take it easy,
understand? Sit tight and I'll be..."
"David... there are some things I've just got to tell someone... or go mad," she
interrupted him, her voice tight, constricted, as if she were fighting back the tears.
"All right... just keep hold of yourself a few more minutes, eh? And... and no more to
drink. Okay?"
"Yes... I mean, no... all right, David. But please hurry."
He did, having no idea of what possibly could have so upset the attractive twenty-nine
year old widow to the point of setting her drinking at midday. She had been naturally
and openly heartbroken at Ken's death, but she'd borne up well under the telling blow,
displaying unmatchable courage. Although they were not the closest of friends, he and
Marilyn had spent more than a few bridge evenings with the Saddlers, and following
the shooting, Marilyn had sat many hours with her endeavoring to console her as much
as one could at such a time, and a few of those hours, he, too, had been present... Never
had there been any indication that she might break, the way she had just sounded over
the telephone, and the idea worried him.
Their home was a pleasant, small, ranch type house in the Grover-Heights district, a
comparatively new section of Parksburg. Anita met him at the door wearing a blue satin
robe that covered her demurely to the ankles. Her large eyes were swollen and redrimmed, 
but her pretty ovaled face seemed pale and somewhat haggard. She had obviously applied 
fresh lipstick and her short raven hair had been quickly brushed into smooth bangs and 
open curls. She smiled appreciatively, then suddenly bit at her full lower lip as if to 
keep from bursting into tears. David entered and she turned away quickly, walking toward 
the center of the nicely furnished living-room while he closed the door behind him.
"I – ... I'm sorry to have brought you way out here, David," she said suddenly, her head
bowed, her back to him. "I guess I just... just let my emotions get the better of me..."
"Don't apologize, Anita. I'm happy to be of any help I can," David said, noticing the
half empty bourbon bottle and glass on the small table with Ken Saddler's picture
beside it. It wasn't difficult for him to put two and two together. She'd been sitting here
mourning and drinking, tearing herself apart until she had to talk to someone...
someone who knew and was close to her husband... and who better than he who'd been
with him during the last moment of his life. David's heart went out to her...
She turned, facing him suddenly. "P-Please, sit down," she said shakily and pointing
toward the davenport. "Can I get you something? A drink... coffee?"
"Thanks, no, Anita... just sit here beside me and unwind a little," he said, bending his
long frame down onto the couch and patting the cushion beside him. He smiled,
watched her hesitate, then slowly fold into the corner beside him, her leg curling
beneath her. He caught a glimpse of the smooth white flesh of her thigh in the process
before she quickly and modestly drew her robe to cover herself and his awareness that
she was wearing nothing, or next to it, beneath, flashed through his brain. It irritated
him that he should have such thoughts at a time like this.
"David... I'm being watched... continuously watched, and I'm terribly frightened," she
blurted, her eyes reflecting her fear, her lower lip quivering as she spoke.
"Watched?" he repeated. "I don't understand..." Fumblingly, she lighted a cigarette she
took from the table beside her, scratching a book match with trembling hand. She let
out smoke from deep in her lungs. "Chief Devons..." she said, finally, "he's having me
followed everywhere I go, and there's always a man or two watching the house from
some vantage point, usually in a car... both night and day."
David studied her momentarily. Hell, she was letting her imagination run away with
her, but he wasn't about to let her believe he doubted her.
"Have you seen them, Anita...? I mean, you sound pretty sure..."
"I'm positive, David," she said matter-of-factly. "Go to the window and look for
yourself. Half way up in the next block you'll see a tan convertible with two men in it.
It relieved a green Ford sedan at nine o'clock this morning. Please... look for yourself."
He arose and went to the window, carefully looking out around the corner of the drape
without moving it. The car was there with the two men as she had described. They
were too far away to make out physical appearance. He went back to the davenport and
sat down. Nervously, she puffed at her cigarette.
"Have you seen these men up close?" he asked her.
"Close enough to know there have been more than a half-dozen of them. They're
alternated on some system or another."
"Do you recognize any of them?"
"No. They're not from the department... not police, if that's what you mean," she said
positively. "I know most of the men on the force. These men are ugly looking, gaudily
dressed, hoodlumish."
"But you said Chief Devons..." She reached out and touched his hand with her soft,
smooth one. "I know how it sounds, David, but believe me, I'm sure of what I'm
saying. Chief Devons is having me watched and has ever since Ken's... Ken's death."
She bit at her lip once more and David took her hand inside of his own reassuringly.
"Oh God, David... there's so much that you don't know about that man... I-I don't
know where to start, or if I dare..." He felt her hand tremble inside his own then saw
that her robe had fallen slightly open again to expose a peeking glimpse of soft, white
thigh, as well as parting enough above her waist for him to see a portion of the
delightful valley separating her full, round breasts and enough of one of those erect,
satiny mounds to stir him guiltily. He couldn't help the little sensation that rippled
through him, but nevertheless, it shamed and incensed him. He forced his eyes to her
face and said: "Just tell me why you feel it's Chief Devons' doing to have you watched,
Anita...?"
"Because he thinks I know something that I shouldn't," she answered, the words
tumbling from her lips before he could finish his sentence. "Something that might
incriminate him once and for all... put him behind bars where he belongs." She shifted
in her corner to better face him, exposing more luscious thigh and breast to his unwanting 
sight. "Oh God, David... don't you see? Ken knew this... had accumulated
enough evidence to smash Lew Devon's hold on this town... and now he's afraid that I
possess this information! That's why Chief Devons had Ken killed that night in the
warehouse! He had to get him out of the way before Ken exposed him to the State's
Attorney!"
David gaped at her, hardly believing what he'd just heard. "Christ, Anita," he blurted.
"Do you realize what you're saying?"
The attractive brunette smiled thinly. "I know exactly what I'm saying, David." She
took a long drag from her cigarette then ground the stub into the ashtray. "You see, my
husband was planted in the Parksburg Police Department three years ago by the State
Attorney's office... and so was I."
"You?" David continued to stare at her in stupefied awe.
"Yes, me." She didn't look at him and as he watched she lighted another cigarette.
"We'd only been married a year when Ken was assigned to the case. Albany had certain
reliable facts assuring them of Lew Devons' corrupt, graft-ridden little empire, but no
solid proof that would hold up in court. Ken was given the job of getting it... and I, like
a fool, offered to help him. The first task was working Ken into a position of trust with
Devons, and that didn't take long... once we found out what a lecher he was." Now, she
looked up at him, her eyes level, but glazed with tears. "Am I beginning to make myself
clear, David?"
She was, and yet, his mind was refusing to acknowledge it. "You're saying that you...
you made yourself available to Devons...?"
Again, she dropped her eyes, worrying her lower lip with her white even teeth. "I-I
did... many times... before and after Ken was promoted to Lieutenant and he became a
part of the whole illicit operation..."
"And Ken knew this?" David asked incredulously.
She nodded her head, still unable to face him directly. "Yes, David... he knew it... and at
first, it tore him apart inside, but it was the secret ingredient that made it possible for
him to compile the evidence needed... the evidence that I now have in my possession...
but I'm afraid if I try to turn it over or get it to Albany, Lew Devons will do to me what
he did to Ken that night with you."
"Dear Jesus!" David gasped, staring at her. It just wasn't feasible! She'd flipped... was
making it up as she went along! Christ, no man would let his wife do such a thing...
"I know what you're thinking, David," she said softly, puffing at her cigarette before
speaking again. "How could a man allow his wife to give herself that way to any man,
let alone a brute like Lew Devons. And God knows, I don't blame you for wondering...
but you see, you have to truly know a man like Ken, a man who was more devoted to
his work than he ever was to his wife... a man who was willing to sacrifice everything
for his career. My husband, David, had great political aspirations, and he felt by
accomplishing this task he would be setting himself up firmly in Albany. And... and the
fact that our relationship came to an abrupt end... I mean intimately to an end, over a
year ago meant nothing to him."
"Christ, Anita, I can't believe that," David said. "He loved you..."
"He loved his career... and I came to hate him!" she spat suddenly. "So now you know
the reason for the liquor and my sitting here staring at his picture, hating him with
every ounce of strength I can muster. He's dead... his great career a futile, lost effort...
and I'm faced with the menace he left me as my legacy, to say nothing of the horrible
memories and natural physical frustrations...!"
She broke then, dropping her face into her hands and sobbing half-hysterically, her
robe falling open until he could see the tiny ruby tip of one proud, full breast. He
couldn't help himself and he quickly slid closer to her, putting his arm around her and
drawing her to him to cry on his shoulder. She came against him readily, willingly, and
he tucked her head beneath his chin, stroking her hair in an automatic comforting
gesture.
His brain whirled from the impact of the shocking information she had just fed it,
while subconsciously his body reacted tinglingly to the feel of her soft round loveliness
against him. He felt the contour of one firm breast pressing into his chest and the smell
of a light, heady essence from her hair filled his nostrils. His member stirred in his
trousers. Cripes, he'd never realized what a desirable woman she was... and then,
abruptly, visions of Marilyn raced through his mind and he felt his face flushing guilty.
What in hell was wrong with him, anyway? That he should have licentious thoughts at
a time like this was insane... especially with anyone but Marilyn... damnit, he'd better
get a hold on himself. This poor girl was in trouble and there were questions to be
answered, work to be done.
Slowly, he raised her chin with his hand to look into her face. Her whole body quivered
against him, but she'd stopped sobbing. She looked into his eyes with her own tearfilled 
ones, her lips wet and partially opened. He started to speak, but never got there.
Her arms slipped tightly around his neck and her mouth glued itself to his in an open
moist kiss of almost desperate passion. Momentarily, he steeled himself, feeling her tiny
warm tongue sliding into his mouth as one of her hands found his and pressed it inside
her robe to the naked vibrant flesh of her firm full breast.
David gasped, feeling the resistance immediately draining from him as his long-fingered
hand cupped the soft smooth flesh and the hardening nipple burrowed into its palm.
Uncontrollably, he began to knead and caress the resilient mound of warm flesh,
tweaking and rolling the distending nipple between his fingers, his tongue darting into
her mouth exploringly while she began to mewl and suck on it passionately.
Finally, he eased his face back away from hers and saw the longing in her eyes. "Christ,
Anita... what're we doing?" he managed, completely confused.
"Oh God, David... don't talk... I need a man so badly! Please... please help me? I-I'm
going out of my mind!" She buried her face in his neck again and clung tightly to him.
"Please, I'm begging you," she whispered hotly. "Make love to me. Hold me close and
make love to me!"
Spasms of wild excitement coursed savagely over the awakened nerve-ends of his
unfulfilled body. She raised her head to him and he kissed her once more, then ran his
lips over her face hungrily. She squirmed in his arms, lengthening her body until she
was stretched out straight, half on the davenport, half on the floor, and he did the same
until their bodies at this distorted angle were pressing tightly against each other... Her
robe had fallen completely open and he felt rather than saw that she was entirely naked
beneath. Her hands moved down and locked at the small of his back as his lips covered
hers and her tongue slithered into his mouth while he felt the growing weight in his
loins.
Desperately, even as he kissed her, his conscience fought a losing battle against his
mounting lust. His upper hand trailed down over the smooth warm flesh from her
breast along the slight delineation of her ribs and over the curved swell of her hip to the
full soft sphere of her buttocks, stroking the one, then the deep cleft that divided them,
cupping a portion of each as he pressed into them to draw her soft belly snug against
his throbbing hardness. He held her tight to him as he kissed her and felt her warm
trembling body begin uncontrollable little undulating motions that ground her pelvis
against his member until it was jerking into an aching erection.
"My God... Anita... Baby," he rasped heavily. "I-I'm going to! You know I'm going to,
don't you? I can't help it! I've got to do it to you!"
"Oh, my darling... yes, yes! Please... I want you to... I want you to so badly!" Suddenly,
she was writhing to free herself, and then she sat partially up and was working at the
front of his pants. It was then that he saw the silken dark pubic hair covering the
mound between her full, cream white thighs and he smoothed his hand down over her
belly to the soft down and with a little moan she opened to him, letting his finger trace
downward over the tight pink slit separating the sensitive flanges of her already
moistened cunt lips.
He felt her hand move inside the front of his pants and beyond the cotton of his shorts
to grasp the long thick rod of his lust-incited cock and he grunted aloud as her fingers
encircled it to bring it out into the open with them. He heard her little quickening of
breath as she clutched it and saw her eyes widen excitedly as they locked on the husky
organ once it was exposed between them.
Affectionately, she began to stroke it, sliding the heavy foreskin back to reveal the
almost purplish, swollen head. Again, he gasped, and then she was maneuvering him
onto his back in a half sitting position as she dropped to the floor between his legs. He
watched in a semi-stupor as the robe slipped from her shoulders and she knelt in
breathtaking nakedness before him, pulling at the belt of his trousers until he was
entirely exposed to her... and then he realized what she was going to do.
"Darling," she whispered up at him, "I want to show you how much I need you... how
much I need you at this moment...!"
Insanely, his brain reeled and thoughts of Marilyn tried to creep back into mind but he
forced them away. "You don't have to... to do that," he hissed, groaning once more as
her small, long-fingered hand encircled his hard shaft of flesh again, and he saw the
tiny drops of lubricating fluid oozing from its tip in his building desire.
"My God!" she whimpered, "I want to! I've got to!"
David watched mesmerized as her white, soft hand massaged and stroked it, drawing
the heavy foreskin back and forth, up and down... and then suddenly, she lowered over
it, her small pink tongue flicking out to lick away the moisture at its tiny split and he
gasped and leaned forward reaching for both her full, lush breasts, cradling them in his
hands and feeling their hard pulsing nipples pressing into his palms as slowly she
lowered her head and her soft wet lips ovaled, warmly encircling his throbbing cock.
Down and down and down her head seemed to go as she absorbed his throbbing prick
deep up into the warm wet cavern of her mouth, her tongue lashing and working
lovingly against its heavy veined, hard flesh, and then she raised her head, her ovaled
lips sucking their way to its very tip, and he felt the unbelievable, swirling motions of
her tantalizing tongue until finally its point taunted the tiny orifice at its end.
Christ... he'd never been sucked before in his life. It was the ultimate in sensation... the
goddammed absolute ultimate! He was right out of his mind! Damn, he had to get his
things off and get at her!
"Wait!" he croaked breathlessly, pressing her back and getting to his feet as he pulled at
his clothes. Slowly, she climbed up onto the couch, watching him with passion-glazed
eyes as he shed himself of everything almost frantically, then he was on the davenport,
half atop and half beside her, his hot hungry mouth all over her face, then sucking at
her lips, his tongue finally sinking deeply into her mouth as his hands caressed her full
palpitating breasts and explored her body tremblingly.
"My darling, my darling, don't ever stop," she moaned and he shot his tongue between
her lips once more and she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her
teeth, sending chills to dance along the length of his spine. She moved her thighs up
against his crotch, causing his cock to jerk in its now painful hardness. He could feel
the moisture from its seminal fluid seeping from the gland of its rock-hard tip. "It's
such a beautiful, beautiful cock, my lover," she whispered. "I could've sucked it all day
if you'd let me."
The mere thought of her sweet, lovely mouth uttering such lewd words with tender love
and meaning, let alone the things she was saying, was driving him into a near
uncontrollable frenzy of salacious lust. Dear Christ, Ken must've been insane to let Lew
Devons have her... and then, the sudden thought of that vulgar bastard fondling her
soft body, shoving his filthy prick into her tender cunt, or maybe her sweet mouth even
sucking him, caused a near violent wave of jealousy to sweep over him, yet, it made his
cock a hot aching pulsation which pumped against her thigh until he knew she must
feel its searing heat like a rod of scorching steel.
Angrily, he slid his body up over her, leaving his weight heavy upon her and she played
her fingers through his hair. With both hands she drew his face down to her and kissed
him, shooting her tongue up into his mouth as he moved his own hands downward,
clutching and cupping at the smoothness of her buttocks. She wrapped her arms
around him, crushing him tight into her, then ran her fingers exploring over his lean
flesh, searching greedily into the secret concaves and crevices of him. Now, his cock and
balls nestled at the juncture point of her thighs and crotch, a portion of its shaft almost
insinuated inside the split of her cunt, its head resting in the silkiness of the soft hair
covering the puffy little mound of her pelvis.
She squirmed beneath him, moving herself upward along the cushions until she was
satisfied that the inflated head lay atop of her clitoris, then, she lifted herself and him
too, while she moved her hands beneath her buttocks and from either side, spread her
soft hair lined vaginal lips open until his cock lay securely caught within the moist pink
flanges of her cuntal flesh. Then, she lowered herself with a sigh, his throbbing prick
imbedded snugly in the full length of her tight, spread slit.
David's mental capacities spun with the erotic elation of her lewd act. Once, again his
subconscious endeavored to send thought waves of righteousness to his immediate
controlling faculties, but those same lust-inflamed wits spurned them, forcing them
back into that temporarily sealed-off section of his brain. Instead, his hands smoothed
over the soft curves of her naked body as she began a slow, rhythmic undulation and he
felt the long sleek muscles and cords underneath the satin-like skin ripple lightly,
indicating an unexpected, belying strength. He thought of the hardness of his prick
sinking into her receptive loins and he could almost feel the power of her legs gripping
at his back.
This, he was thinking of when she purred catlike and crushed her wet lips upward
against his own, squirming her flat belly tight up to him, her long nails raking the flesh
of his back as he worked his hands beneath her to cup the fullness of her delectable ass
cheeks, drawing her crotch up tighter to him. He tasted the delicious sweetness of her
ecstasy-heated mouth as he moved up and down slowly, the insinuated full length of his
shaft massaging her tight widespread cuntal slit, now growing more moist with each
passing second, and he sensed her full eager buttocks begin a more frenzied circling
motion up against his aching loins, until finally, her legs shot out on either side of him,
her calves forcing against the back of his thighs in her effort to pull him tighter into
her.
"Oh God, Lover... I can't stand it any longer! It's been so long. Please... please make
love to me now?" she whimpered against his lips, her breath hot and sweet in his face,
her hand slithering down between them to gently grasp his aching cock and guide it
between the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her moist, wanting cunt.
David gasped aloud at the touch of her fingers, even while something in that sealed
portion of his brain tried to scream its warning that this was it... this was the moment
of adultery! Again, he drove the tormenting thought away, and as she drew the head of
his long thick staff upward, then downward separating the tiny, entwined silken hairs,
finally placing it at the small opening of her vagina, he flicked his hips with a decisive
movement that drove his pulsating cock with a fleshy, resounding smack into the
clutching hot receptive channel of her hungering pussy, ending all thought to a last
second of sudden overwhelming conscience. It was done! There was nothing now but
the sensation of his heavy cock buried deep inside the velvety walls of her moist,
grasping cunt... nothing except the enrapturing pleasure of this beautiful woman who
needed him and whom he needed as badly.
"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned pleasurably under him, the amazing tightness of her
lubricated passage encasing his love-starved rock-hard flesh with a skilled muscle
control that raised another gasp of delight from deep in his chest.
He found himself thrusting madly, soaring his long, frustrated cock up into her warm
and tight cunt with demonical force, ramming and pounding, the flow of her secretions
coating and easing the way with every plunge, until at last, the angry lust-bloated head
of his heavy prick struck bottom and his charged balls crashed hard against the smooth
rounded cheeks of her wide-spread ass.
Anita whined with the pain-pleasure and writhed in a moment of brief agony beneath
him as the rubbery head of his cock rammed and pummelled the depths of her soft,
yielding belly, but her cry of torment only incited his passion more so and he drove
harder, grinding his pelvis solidly into her soft loins, flexing the head at the apex of his
thrust to raise a further groan of masochistically desired pain from her, while he paused
momentarily to allow his own ache from his vicious entry to deplete itself.
Little mewling sounds of servitude continued to dribble from her lips as she lay beneath
him completely subjugated to his meagerist whim, entirely impaled by his lustfamished, 
heavy cock probing the very intricate depths of her warm soft belly, and a
never-before feeling of sadistic power came over him, causing him to tormentingly flick
the turgid head again and raise another guttural moan from between her erotically
happy, gritted teeth.
She strained up against him and he ground harder into the hot, moist flesh, feeling her
arch her loins needfully up to him, lifting both of their bodies from the davenport while
she moaned unceasingly and he commenced his driving cock-rhythm once more. He
felt her legs tighten and release him at his hips as she began to work up and down his
shaft with her grasping pussy, until they had established a mutual tempo and her head
started to toss wildly from side to side while her mouth gaped open in delicious
abandon.
"Oh my God! In the name of all things beautiful... you... you are magnificent, my
sweet. Oh God, how bad I needed you! I love you! I love your cock! God, how I wish it
was mine to kiss and suck and slip deep up into my cunt like it is right now! Oh
Darling... do more! Hurt me! Make me remember this moment always ! Put your finger
in my ass! Please... yes... yessss! Hurt me, my lover!" she begged in the throes of her
ecstatic anesthesia.
Her plea set off a wild current of sensation inside him, instigating a new tremor of
salacious lust to surge furiously to his cock, his brain, and his groping hands. He
reached in under her and found the wide-spread crevice between her rounded buttocks
while he pounded his unceasing cock into the soft wetness of her seething cunt. He
sought her hairless little anus with his middle finger, trailing along the velvety
smoothness of the undulating furrow, finding it without difficulty... and finding it wet
from a thin rivulet of warm seepage that had trickled down from where his prick
pleasurably drove into her. She shivered erotically as he taunted the puckered little hole,
lubricating with certainty the tiny mouth with the balled pad of his middle finger before
teasing and probing it with the very tip. He felt her quivering buttocks press back
against the stiffened digit and uncontrollably, he pressed hard into it, surprised at its
resistance, for this, too, was a new unbelievable adventure for him. It popped suddenly,
its elastic ring of rubbery flesh seeming to open like a small mouth to absorb and suck
his finger inside to the first knuckle joint. She jerked beneath him, almost as if trying to
evade the sudden intrusion, but he knew that couldn't be so.
"Oh... Ohhhh! You hurt me so beautiful, Lover. More! Give me more and fuck me
harder! Harder, Darling, harder!"
He was insane in his own building rapture. He'd never before seen, heard, even
dreamed of anything like this in his life. He thrust again as simultaneously he increased
the stroke of his cock into the warm wet channel of her clasping cunt, and felt the
smooth, rubbery walls of her rectum the length of his long probing finger to the palm
of his hand, causing her to whimper aloud with the wanted, masochistic pleasure-pain
that had unquestionably seized all control of her seething naked flesh.
She skewered her bottom back down onto the distended finger searching, thrusting,
encircling the elastic depths of her back channel, seeming to revel on its unnatural
presence as he rotated it wildly inside the soft fleshy cavern of her rectum, while at the
same time he could feel the in and out thrusts of his heavy prick through the thin wall
dividing the two entrances of her channels... feeling his cock with his exploring,
pummeling finger, and his finger against the sensitivity of his aching prick. God! It was
too much! He was going to go out of his mind if he didn't cum soon!
He endeavored to establish a combination rhythm of finger and cock, until he was
fucking into her furiously in unison while she groaned incessantly beneath him. She
spread her long white legs to the fullest in order to give him the greatest access to this
perverted ravishment of her genitals, and all of a sudden he sensed his prick expanding
more and more... growing inside her to the point where he was certain it would erupt
wildly like a volcano from the dull, needling pain-pressure building in his already
bloated balls smacking viciously between her smooth buttocks and against his own
probing finger buried in the secret depths of her anal passage.
Dear Christ, he thought, he couldn't last much longer! He hoped she was ready... had
had enough! God, he didn't want to let her down... He realized now how much she had
needed this. But his cock was ready to rip apart with his orgasm! Hell, he couldn't hold
it back... not any longer, once it started! And he had to shoot soon or he'd lose his
mind for goddammed certain! Christ, yessss...!
He began hammering into her with longer, harder thrusts as his finger gouged her
wide-stretched rectum mercilessly. She gripped him tight over his back with her thighs
and he hoped dazedly that she was getting ready to cum... he couldn't last another
minute without blowing his mind! Christ...! And then he heard her begin to moan and
whimper like an animal, guttural little sounds that were coming from deep in her throat
and he felt her strong working thighs opening and closing around him as she thrust
upward onto his cock and backward onto his finger to the tempo of his savage, wanton
ravaging of her loins.
"Oooohhh... harder, Precious! Fuck it harder! Harderrr!" Anita coughed, then spew a
barrage of foul and obscene words as she drove her heels high into the flesh of his back.
Abruptly, she pulled back her legs and raised them up over his shoulders, presenting
him with the full, widespread plain of her upraised crotch. Her eyes, like her teeth, were
locked tightly together, while her face twisted and strained as her orgasm came onto
her.
"Oh God... I'm going to cum, Lover! Fuck! Fuck! Oooohhh fuck it good! Fill me! Don't
ever... ever... Ooohhh... Now! Now! I'm cumming... cuuummmmmiiiinnnngggg...!"
She whimpered, then cried out, pulling her thighs back tighter until the whole of her
hungrily sucking vaginal slit was offered up to him to use as he wished. She thrust her
crotch up at him with bruising force, her mouth falling open loosely, her nostrils flared,
a near shrieking wail escaping her as she screwed herself up onto his cock and clung
there while the hot, moist walls of her cunt milked at his driving prick like a child
sucking at candy.
Her ecstasy drove him on and he continued to hammer into her as he felt her cuntwalls 
secrete their warm gushes of wet, slippery fluid around his plundering cock,
flooding his shaft and balls... and as she jerked and lurched beneath him, spasming
wildly, the mouth and lips of her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath laboring in
short deep gasps, he sensed his own hot, wet sperm race the length of his prick in
stimulating rapture, racking his lean frame as it spurted from the top of his cock far, far
up into her soft quivering belly. It convulsed and gushed around in never ending
delight inside her and she ground her crotch up tight against its buried depths.
"Oh fill me... fill me with your cum, Lover!" Anita moaned, her thighs quaking, her
belly trembling with the unleashed pool of pleasure he was emptying into her.
And then, as the peak was passing and he continued to fuck into her, it happened. The
front door flew open and two men rushed in, each with cameras in their hands. David,
lost in the erotic bliss of the moment, neither saw nor heard them, but Anita's sudden
scream along with the blinding flash of the cameras caused him to jerk his head around
in their direction.
"What the hell!" he blurted, struggling to climb off her, but by the time he had
staggered to his feet they were out the door and it was slamming behind them.
Cursing, David charged the door, then remembered his nakedness. Instead, he made it
to the window in time to see the tan convertible screech away from the curb. They were
gone! Slowly, he turned to face Anita who was sitting up now, gaping at him in stark
fear.
"M – My God!" she gasped. "Oh, my God! David, David... what have I done to you?"
He didn't know what to say; he was that shocked. Again, he remembered and looked
down stupidly at his own nakedness, seeing his wet, limp prick hanging uselessly, guilt
and shame suddenly flooding his brain simultaneously. He moved toward his clothes
and began pulling them on while Anita picked up her robe and quickly slipped into it.
Neither spoke for a long moment. Finally, he said: "Why? You have any ideas? What
the hell are they after? Some kind of blackmail scheme? What? Jesus, I don't get it..."
"I don't know, David. I swear, I don't," she answered, her voice shaky once more. "But
whatever it is, Lew Devons is behind it. I'm certain of that."
David stared at her as he knotted his tie. He'd certainly compromised himself
beautifully. Christ, if Marilyn ever saw those pictures... He didn't want to think of that.
"Are you still having anything to do with Chief Devons?" he asked her.
She hesitated briefly, then: "I'm not going to lie to you... Once in awhile he comes
here... but usually he sends for me to come up to his suite at City Hall. The last time
was before Ken was killed... I-I'm afraid not to go, David... afraid what he'd do to me.
He's terribly possessive and jealous... even though he treats his women like animals."
David was silent, completely enraged with himself for letting his passion lead him into
this mess. If Devons was behind it then it was going to mean his job for sure, and there
was damn little question but what Marilyn would shortly know the whole story. As
much as he hated even the thoughts of such a thing, it would be best if he told her
first... made a clean breast of it. He said to Anita: "What is this evidence you mentioned
that would hang Chief Devons?"
"A little book with names, dates, amounts in graft paid directly to Devons in Ken's
presence," she replied. "There are also names of pushers, pimps, prostitutes and all the
rest who work indirectly for him. Vic Beaudry handles it all for him, but Vic is
answerable to Lew Devons."
"And you have factual proof of what you're saying?"
"Unquestionable proof... if I can only get it to Albany." She paused, then came close to
him, not touching him but waiting for his move.
David looked down into her face. He saw her tears once more and his own problem
seemed to fall into the background. She had made him happier sexually than he had
ever been in his life... and he knew there could be more, if, and when, he wanted it. He
slipped his arms around her waist and drew her against him. She raised her face and he
kissed her lips tenderly.
"Oh God, Darling," she whispered, "I'm so sorry it happened this way. You were
wonderful. I loved it... and you... but I don't want to cause you any more trouble. You'd
better go..."
"I'm going to help you, Anita," David said resolvedly. "If all you say is true, it's no
longer just breaking Devon's hold on Parksburg... it's catching the man responsible for
Ken Saddler's murder. I'm still a cop, too, and Ken was a good friend of mine. I just
can't turn my back on this... Where's the book?"
Anita studied him for a long moment, hesitating, then she left him, going into her
bedroom. Momentarily, she was right back and handed him a small, blue,
memorandum note-book. David took it, quickly leafing through it to read names he
recognized... even City Council members. It was dynamite, no question about that.
"Will you see that it gets to Albany, David?"
"I promise."
She sighed, smiled, and moved into his arms again. "I feel much better," she said. She
raised her face and he kissed her. "Will... will you come back and see me again...
sometime?"
"I shouldn't. We both know I shouldn't."
"I know... but will you?"
"I-I don't know right now, Anita," he said, his eyes trailing over her saddened face.
"Please, don't ask me. But if you need me... if there's any trouble, I mean... call and I'll
come. You hear?"
"Yes, Darling."
He pressed her from him. "Good bye," he said, "and... and thanks for the most
wonderful time in my life."
They looked at each other for a long moment, no more words passing between them:
then, he left.


Chapter 5

Marilyn had prepared an early dinner after David called her from headquarters to let
her know he had to transport some prisoners to Auburn and would be late getting back.
He had come home shortly after that, bypassed his usual martini and had hardly
spoken all through the meal. Something was bothering him, but he obviously didn't
intend to divulge its nature. Once, she thought, he started to let it out, and as suddenly,
changed his mind, stopping right in the middle of a sentence to say no more. She
hadn't pressed, for it frightened her, inasmuch as she found herself wondering if
somehow he had discovered that she was meeting with Chief Devons in his office this
very night. Was it possible that the Chief had betrayed her confidence and spoke to
David about it? Dear God, she hoped not. David would never forgive her if he knew
what she had in mind... but dinner had passed, a little strained for conversation, and
then he was gone.
She thought these things now as she piloted their Mustang along the darkened city
streets to park behind the City Hall building. As the Chief had instructed, she entered
off Fourth Street and unnoticed, stepped into the elevator, pressing the top button
marked 'S.' A little shudder ran over her soft supple body at what she was about to do,
now that the moment was at hand. But she was determined, just as Mama would be. If
there was any consolation, it was in knowing that one day David would gratefully thank
her. She raised her chin in defiance and the elevator came to a stop, the door sliding
open just as she looked at her watch... ten o'clock exactly.
She stepped out into a small foyer and a voice coming from her right startled her.
"You're a very punctual girl, Mrs. Archer," it said pleasantly.
Marilyn turned to see that it was Chief Devons framed in the doorway leading into the
softly lighted rooms behind him. She offered a smile of recognition and said: "I always
try to be."
"And a very lovely girl... if I may," he added, his broad handsome face caught in a
warm, if somewhat lecherous, smile of his own. "Won't you come in?"
He waited and let her pass in front of him, her eyes widening at the unexpected
splendor of the quarters, as well as the sound of soft listening music gently filling the
atmosphere of the room. Then, she saw Kaptain standing nobly beside a huge reclining
chair and she received her third surprise.
"What a gorgeous animal," she said. "What's his name?"
"Kaptain," replied the Chief, pressing a button that caused a heavy metal-like paneling
to slide into place, sealing off the foyer from this room rather decidedly, Marilyn
thought. "He's my constant companion. I go no place without him... and a better
bodyguard a man couldn't have. He's been especially and thoroughly police-trained and
will kill a human being in less than ten-seconds at my command."
"My God! How terrible!" Marilyn exclaimed, sensing a void at the base of her stomach
at the mere idea.
Devons smiled. "Not at all," he said. "He's perfectly tame to those he likes... particularly
women." He had walked up to stand beside her. "Would you like to pet him?"
Marilyn stared at the magnificent animal which hadn't taken its great brown eyes from
her since she walked in. "I-I don't know," she said, looking up into the Chief's smiling
face. "Is it safe? He's such a picturesque beast..."
"Of course, it's safe. Come here, Kaptain," he smiled secretly to himself. "The beautiful
lady would like to get acquainted."
The animal responded immediately, coming to stand before her while she stroked the
soft fur of the massive head. Marilyn smiled down into the deep brown eyes and heard
the little whines emitting from its throat.
"I think he likes me," she said, patting and gently scratching the dog's neck.
"I'm sure he does," Chief Devons said, walking toward a small corner bar. "Sit down,
Mrs. Archer and I'll pour us a little refreshment."
Marilyn moved to a luxurious chair and eased down into it while Kaptain returned to
his place beside the reclining chair across from her, never taking his seemingly
appraising eyes off her. Now, she looked about at the plushly decorated room, deciding
that his office must be adjacent, this was but a sitting-room, and a lavish one. She'd had
no idea that police officials enjoyed such extravagant quarters. It reminded her
somewhat of her parents' own living-room, but on a smaller scale...
"Have you ever tasted Pernod, Mrs. Archer?" Chief Devons asked, offering her a glass
almost filled with a milky white liquid over ice.
"I don't believe so," she replied, accepting the drink and raising it to her lips to sip. It
had a licorice-like flavor, very palatable and easy going down. She tried a larger swallow
and smiled her approval. "It is refreshing... and certainly mild. I should imagine one
could drink considerable of it without getting too high...?"
"Yes, considerable," the Chief replied, lowering himself into the chair across from her,
his eyes riveting on her shapely nylon encased legs and the ample exposure of thigh
beneath the white mini-dress she wore. "Just a nice mellow glow that seems to stay with
you. I usually have one or two at the end of a long day," he said, his flint-hued eyes
raking the soft, full contours of her young body hungrily, until they finally came to rest
on her slightly flushing face. "So, my dear... what is the purpose of our little secret
meeting.
Marilyn shifted uneasily in her chair, consciously smoothing and tucking at the folds of
her short skirt where his eyes continued to glance in alternating fashion from face to
thigh and back again. She had gone over this moment a dozen times in the last few
hours, anticipating how she would lead into the subject, but suddenly she felt at loss for
words... completely confused. God, she was growing sorrier with every passing second
that she'd come. Then, she thought of her mother and how she would react under the
same circumstances and a revival of confidence trickled through her. She said: "Is my
husband a good policeman, Chief Devons?"
The big man studied her a moment, surprise at her words obvious in his expression.
"That's a rather unusual question, Mrs. Archer... but I'll answer it for you. Yes, I'd say
David was a good lawman, a bit short on experience yet... and maybe a little too
philosophical with his theories of rehabilitating hardened criminals, but basically a good
cop with a future."
Marilyn sipped at her drink, holding her eyes levelly on the official's handsome face.
"How much of a future, Chief Devons... and more important... how soon?"
Little furrows of wonderment crinkled the Chief's brow. He tasted his own drink while
he tried to make some sense of her questions. What the hell was she getting at anyway?
She was leading toward something, but what? He made a little smile and said: "I think
we might get further, my dear, if we come right out in the open. What're you trying to
say?"
Marilyn's tiny tongue peeked out to run along her upper lip. She hesitated, choosing
her words, then: "All right, Chief Devons, I will. I want my husband to take the late
Lieutenant Saddler's place in the department."
The bluntness of her statement left Devons temporarily speechless. He gaped at her in
silence. He watched her lift the glass to her lips again and take a long swallow. This is
no shy little broad, he was thinking... no sweet, empty headed skirt with just a body
that could set a man's prick to throbbing, but a doll with a sound head on her
shoulders, and a shrewd, ambitious head at that. Well now... maybe... just maybe... He
felt a sudden little tingling in his loins as he said: "You make yourself quite clear, Mrs.
Archer... except for a few minor points."
"Such as...?"
"Such as David's lack of seniority as well as experience for starters."
"In lieu of experience, David has the education," she replied evenly, her confidence
rapidly increasing with the alcohol and now that they were getting down to the nitty
gritty of things. "As for the seniority... I was under the impression that all promotions
rested with you, Chief Devons."
He nodded. "And you'd be correct... the final decision is mine," he said, pleased that
she was aware of his importance. He leaned back in his chair, eyeing her carefully. "You
realize, of course, that there are some twenty-year men like Mace, Baxter and Jordan
who are actually in line for the job through their seniority alone..."
"But are they qualified, Chief Devons?" Marilyn interrupted.
Devons shrugged his massive shoulders. "Their years of experience qualifies them, my
dear. Nothing takes the place of experience. You see, a police department is a great deal
like a military; a man must earn his promotions in rank with experience as well as
ability."
Marilyn sipped at her Pernod. She let her eyes rest unflinchingly on his face. "I'm
reminded of the earlier history of the military," she said thoughtfully. "I believe the
system had to do with the buying of commissions, which made it possible for
gentlemen to obtain ranks equal to their social position... or what they could afford.
Isn't that the way it was, Chief?"
Lew Devons couldn't contain the tiny smile tugging at his thin-lipped mouth. His eyes
gleamed interestedly. She had diplomatically touched him in one of his two most
vulnerable places, his wallet... while his prick was waiting patiently its own turn. He
raised his glass, draining it, then arose, holding out his hand for hers. She emptied it
and handed it to him, watching him walk off toward the little bar, talking
simultaneously.
"I'm not certain that was a very successful system, but it was the method practiced...
and who is to say it still isn't used somewhat today." He returned, extending her the
drink and going back to his chair. Automatically, his big hand dropped down beside
him to pet Kaptain's great head affectionately. "Shall we stop hedging with one another,
Mrs. Archer, and come out in the open? What's your offer?"
She hesitated only a moment. "Ten-thousand dollars," she said evenly. "In cash...
tonight... now."
He pursed his lips as he watched her. Once more, she had stunned him. Remarkable
little bitch, he thought. "You have that kind of money?"
"I do. Right in my handbag. I drew it from my personal account this afternoon." She
started to open it. "Would you care to see?"
He said nothing and she brought out a long manila envelope, offering it to him. He
took it, lifted the flap and leafed through the bills. His eyes came back to rest on her
face once more as he patted the envelope against the palm of his hand, and for the first
time Marilyn began to feel uneasy beneath their hot, probing gaze. Finally, he said:
"Does your husband have any idea what you're doing... Marilyn, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's Marilyn... and no, he does not. That's why I had to be certain that our
meeting be kept secret."
"What do you suppose he'd say if he knew?" Devons asked, the trace of a smile pulling
at the corners of his mouth.
"Oh God... I shudder to think of that," Marilyn said, a little chill running over her.
"David has a great sense of right and wrong... and I'm sure he'd say what I've just done
is very wrong... but I want my husband to be more than just a... a leaf on the tree,
Chief Devons... I want him to at least be a branch... and before I'm too old to
appreciate it. Isn't that understandable...?"
Devons continued to watch her. He was delighted with her philosophy; it was
coinciding marvelously with his own. "You're an ambitious young woman, Marilyn...
and I admire ambition," he said, confident now that it was going to work out to
perfection. He was going to fuck this luscious innocent morsel... and very damned soon.
His heavy cock jerked inside his shorts at the mere thought, and it occurred to him that
he might not have to use his trump card to accomplish the feat after all. He grinned at
her. "You know, I have a secret ambition of my own... that you might be able to help
me with... kind of a favor for a favor, you might say..." Marilyn studied him. Something
in the tone... the inflections of his voice caused the tiny hairs on her arms to stand up.
She searched his narrowed eyes for meaning and saw undisguised lechery there, truly
frightening her now.
"Wh-What do you mean... a favor?" she managed, hesitatingly.
"Well... first, I should make my position clear," he said, pausing to drink from his glass,
"Both of our positions, as a matter of fact. You've just tried to bribe me into promoting
your husband to a rank he isn't qualified for... and with hardly enough money to make
it worth my while at that. In short, my dear, you've placed yourself in a rather
defenseless predicament... and that's to my liking."
"I-I don't understand," Marilyn stammered, experiencing a sinking sensation in her
stomach, realization slowly dawning that it wasn't going as she had anticipated at all...
and she'd been so certain that she'd reached him.
"Let me be a little more explicit then, Doll," he said, grinning almost salaciously now.
"David gets the promotion... and we'll call the ten grand ample... as a down payment.
The balance I'll take out in trade... say, once or twice a week, or as the urge strikes me.
Fair enough?"
Marilyn gaped at him, the full, horrible meaning of his words yet to register clearly. She
felt the muscles of her stomach tense once more and a clamminess creep the length of
her spine causing a spasmodic shiver to pass over her. She couldn't take her eyes from
his openly licentious grin. Finally, she managed: "Are you... are you suggesting that I...
that we...? My God! You are, aren't you...?"
The big man chuckled gloatingly. Christ, was it possible there were still such naive
women in the world? He said: "If the word you avoided using is fuck, then that's
exactly what I'm suggesting, my pet."
A wave of shocked repulsion at what he had said and his use of that lewd vile word
abruptly overwhelmed her. She sat staring numbly at him, subconsciously lifting her
drink in stunned silence to her lips and letting a tiny rivulet dribble to her chin, finally
blotting it away with a finger. It couldn't be possible... it just couldn't be!
"M-My God," she half-whispered, "you can't mean that... Wh-What do you think I
am... some... some prostitute off the street that you can proposition like this...?"
Lew Devons' eyes narrowed in mounting anger. His grin faded. "Just a goddamned
minute, Sweetheart... let's get a couple of things straight," he spat. "I'm not
propositioning anyone. It's you who came to me offering bribery... I merely told you
the price. Now... how bad you want that husband of yours to be Lieutenant Archer is
up to you... your decision to make... but those are my terms. If you're not woman
enough to handle them, then let's call our little meeting ended, eh?"
Suddenly, she wanted to cry, scream, something to vent the unbelievable
disappointment and rage building inside her. That he could even conceive of such a
thing as she giving her body to him like some wanton slut was the lowest of imaginable
degradations. "You... you filthy brute, you!" she hissed at him. "My husband will kill
you for this...!"
Devons broke into gruff laughter. "Supposing we tell him all about it and see what he
does, Baby," he said, leaning forward in his chair, his eyes dancing with lewd delight.
Then, he reached inside his coat pocket, brought out an envelope of his own and
extracted several, what looked to be photographs from it. "And while we're at it, we'll
ask him to explain these."
The big man thrust the snapshots into Marilyn's hand and she focused her eyes on
them, staring in horrified disbelief. "Oh no... no..." she groaned as she fumbled through
the sickeningly obscene and abominable reproductions of David and Anita Saddler,
completely naked, she on her back with him on top of her... her legs up over his
shoulders, his thing shoved all the way into her until she could see only his testicles...
and the lurid, salacious expressions contorting their faces... "Oh my God... I... I can't
believe it...!" she gasped, a flooding of nausea overtaking her. She sensed the blood
draining from her face and a certain light-headedness she had never before experienced.
The room spun and a chill caused her to convulse, followed by a flushing spasm... and
then she fainted...
The detective driving was Mark Warfield, a rookie moved out of harness into
plainclothes two-weeks before. David was in charge and the two felons in the back seat
were securely handcuffed and encaged within the heavy mesh of screen and locked,
handleless doors. Mark had wanted to talk but David was too filled with his own
problems and the conversation had lapsed into silence after the first few miles.
Lew Devons was more than just a racketeer... he was a murderer, whether he'd pulled
the trigger or not; he was responsible for Ken Saddler's death. He had to be stopped
and fast. Maybe, he, himself, wasn't all that he should be... after what he'd sunk to with
Anita Saddler this very day, but he wasn't going to try to live with it on his conscience.
He would tell Marilyn everything; then, somehow try to make it up to her... if she'd
forgive him. Christ, though, it'd been wonderful... if only Marilyn could be half that
much woman... Damnit, he had to get her out of his mind. He had to lay some plans.
There wasn't that much time for him to get to Albany now, not with those pictures of
Anita and himself in existence. If he only knew a little more what it was all about. Why
was Devons having her watched? One of two reasons: either out of jealousy, or because
he figured she had the incriminating evidence in her possession that Ken had
accumulated... or both. Devons must know of the evidence, otherwise he wouldn't've
had Ken killed. And now, he might well suspect that Anita had passed the information
on to him... which could make his own life about as worthless as they come. If he'd
killed once, he wouldn't hesitate to do it again.
It all came down to one thing; he'd have to act first, before Devons had a chance to.
And his best bet was to confront the Chief the moment he got back from Auburn, some
three hours from now... lay his cards on the table and offer the man an opportunity to
give himself up willingly. It seemed like the least he could do before turning over the
evidence to Albany. They might go a little easier on him then... and after all, nothing
could bring Ken Saddler back to life...
"Cigarette?" Mark offered, interrupting his train of thoughts. "No thanks."
"You're awful damned quiet tonight, Dave. Something bothering you?"
"Nothing I can't handle," he said. "Personal problems is all."
"Fight with the wife?" Mark grinned and asked.
David didn't answer; he was thinking that the next three or four hours were going to be
the longest ones in his life. Christ, he'd be glad when this night was over.
"Here... sip a little more of this... it's brandy," the distant sounding voice directed.
Marilyn felt her head and shoulders being lifted by a strong arm and dazedly she
obeyed. Slowly, the room began to return to focus. She was lying outstretched... on a
davenport... and a man rested on its edge beside her. It was Chief Devons. His big hand
held a glass from which she had drunk and his other hand was around her, supporting
her in a half-raised position. The strong liquor caused her tongue to tingle and there
was a mild, pleasant, burning at the base of her stomach.
"Did... did I faint?" she asked, slowly setting up.
"I'm afraid you did," he said, running his tongue over his lips. "It must've been the
pictures."
Marilyn looked down and saw that her skirt was raised almost to her waist. Quickly,
she smoothed it down, a flush of embarrassment rushing over her. "I-I'm sorry... I
never faint. I don't know what hap..." She paused as abruptly, pieces of muddled
thoughts began to fit together; then, she remembered.
"Here," Chief Devons said, holding the glass to her lips. "Better finish this. It'll help."
She did. She held to the back of the davenport for a moment, then tried to move
around him, but his arm went over her, not touching her, but barring her way. She
lowered her hand to her thigh and his big one came down to cover it. Her heart bolted
at his little aggression, seeming to surge upward right into her throat. She gaped at him
breathlessly, then squirmed backwards, sliding herself into the corner of the davenport.
He smiled, not unhandsomely, but those lecherous little lights were dancing in his eyes
again.
"You're a very luscious and desirable girl, Marilyn," he spoke softly. "I'm sorry I had to
be the one to show you those pictures... I certainly didn't want you angry at me, but
you would've found out sooner or later, anyway." His big hand was caressing her own
tenderly.
"Please... I don't feel at all well," she tried, the full impact of the pictures he referred to
coming back to her. "I-I want to leave now..." Lew Devons smiled. "Leave now...?
When the party's just beginning? Is that anyway for my new partner to act? What
would the future Lieutenant Archer say if he thought his wife was being... shall we say...
rude to his Chief? I'm sure he'd be hurt just as I am."
He continued to smile while the licentious gleam sparkled in his eyes. A tremor rippled
over her as she felt his hand move suddenly to her flat, tense stomach, then around her
waist as he slithered closer to her, until his square handsome face was mere inches from
her own. What amazed her was that the touch of his hand and its warmth through the
material of her dress sent a further tremor... a near-thrill surging over her. Even so, she
couldn't ignore the fact that she was a married woman, and even though David had
violated their relationship, she still loved him and would stand beside him regardless of
anything he had done.
"Stop! Please... stop it!" she snapped, writhing from his grasp and gaining her feet, but
not too steadily. "I-I never should've come here! I was wrong... terribly wrong..." He
arose beside her, his big square face set in a determined expression. "Maybe, you were,
Doll... but it's a trifle late for remorse," he said, his carnal eyes devouring her. "You and
I have a deal now... one you proposed and I accepted... with a slight amendment... It
could be enjoyable... or you could make it difficult... Either way, Baby, it's going to
happen. I'm going to make love to you... or fuck you... it's your choice."
Marilyn stiffened as if she'd been submerged in ice-water. Her mouth fell loosely open
and her eyes widened in utter disbelief, once more, his blatant, sincere use of the vile
word knifing into her as she truly began to sense her helplessness against him. Then,
she felt his hands slipping around her waist and the strength of his powerful arms
slowly drawing her tight against him, those same hands moving down to encompass the
round full sphere of her buttocks. She felt the blood rushing to her face in the shame of
his coarse hands moving intimately over her tensed fear-stricken body.
"S-Stop! Stop it, do you hear! I'll scream!" she tried, desperately.
"Go right ahead, Doll... scream your lungs out. No one is going to hear you... the room
is sound-proof."
"Please... please... give me back my money and I'll leave..."
"You know it's too late for that, little girl," he said, grinning into her face. "The damage
has been done... can't renege now, we're in business, you and me... Besides, how would
David feel if I told him you were here trying to buy his promotion for him? But maybe
you'd think of some story to tell him, eh? I wonder what? What do you suppose he'd
say about you giving me ten thousand dollars. Think you could make up a clever
enough story to fool him? Is he that gullible?" He continued to grin into her face.
"Touchy, eh? A real hairy predicament... wouldn't you say?"
She could only gape the few inches into his face as his teasing hands massaged and
stroked her buttocks, pressing her tighter against the rising bulge at his loins.
God! How could she explain the money to David? She might be able to think of
something if she could just clear her head... Heavenly Father, why had she come here
this way? She'd been an utter fool... but she'd only wanted to help... and she'd been so
certain that in the end, David would have been grateful... she loved him so... Oh... oh,
his huge thing was grinding right into her...!
Again, she struggled in his arms, endeavoring to free herself, but she was helpless
against his great strength, and slowly he lowered his head until his lips completely
engulfed her soft wet mouth, his tongue slashing between her lips and against her teeth
lustfully. He held her close, his big hands hot and moving as they pressed into the
round orbs of her buttocks forcing her pelvis tighter against him, his height placing the
throbbing bulge at his loins hard against the softness of her belly and an uncontrollable
tremor rippled over her.
Something insane was happening within her! She was actually experiencing
ungovernable little sensations of excitement to alternate with those of shame and
repulsion at his demanding assault on her body, and although she offered momentary
spasmodic resistance, her mouth opened to the pillage of his tongue and she relaxed
against him as he drew her down to the davenport, his large right hand completely
covering her full erect breast to send further galvanic tingles shooting through her.
"Oh... oh... oh!" she groaned and he smiled above her.
"Can't help yourself, eh Doll?" he hissed, his hands roving over her exploringly. "And
you know why?... The Pernod, Baby... it turns you on... makes you wild. Oh, you're
going to love this, little girl," he went on, leaning above her and playing with her
beautiful face with his tongue.
His words ricocheted against the walls of her brain as she tried to decipher their
meaning. She was alive with overpowering, unfathomable sensation. His hands, his
tongue, his whole body was setting her aflame with desire. Never... never before, even
with David, had she ever felt so overcome with naked sensual craving. She had to get a
hold of herself! Was she losing her wits entirely... that she could come to enjoy the lewd
caresses of this vile man...? Oh David... What have I done...?
Now, his huge hand was on her leg... her thigh... the soft warm flesh of her innerthigh... 
and she wanted it there! Oh, David! David! David! Forgive me... but it's so
warm and big and gentle... moving upward... always upward toward...!
"You gorgeous creature, you," Lew Devons hissed down at her where she lay stretched
out beneath him, while his hand slithered up and down the smooth flesh of her
quivering leg, enjoying the touch of the nylon flesh of her hose just before it ceded to
the hot flesh of her smooth, vibrant thighs. He let his hand brush several times to the
very peak, so that it might instigate the sensation of contact as it pressed against the
white nylon strip encasing her soft, delicate young pussy... and it did, he was certain.
Marilyn groaned and jerked with each pressured touch against her tingling genitals, her
brain desperately fighting to seize control from her rapidly overpowering physical
senses. My God, she had to stop this deplorable degradation she was allowing her body
to be submitted to!
"No... No, Chief Devons... please... please don't," she moaned as she felt his fingers
tugging at the snug elastic leg band of her panties. And even as she spoke, her arms
snaked about his neck tightly and her legs opened to him uncontrollably while her
tongue trailed across his lips, little whimpers of helpless submission emitting from her
throat.
It happened, then! She felt his thick finger tracing the thin, pink furrowed line of her
naked cunt and she writhed and squirmed beneath it. Her hands moved to his powerful
shoulders, their long nails digging into the flesh through his clothes, and a brief
sensation of repulsion swept through her even as prurient spasms of involuntary desire
spiraled through her loins and belly, while slowly he parted the soft, sparse pubic hair
and insinuated his middle finger deeper and deeper into her moist, warm vaginal lips.
"Oh... Mamma... Mamma...," she whimpered aloud.


Chapter 6

Marilyn tossed her head and whined throatily in her emotional torment and
unprecedented libidinous craving, a stimulating shock playing along the smooth flesh of
her legs, and she twitched and squirmed her buttocks down into the softness of the
davenport, her whimpers changing into an incessant, helpless groan as his fingers
taunted the sensitive slit of her vagina, gently thrusting and probing into it, parting the
silken blonde pubic hair and making a sudden electrifying contact with the tiny
throbbing of her clitoris. She sensed her own dampness from the undesired passion that
had crept over her, saturating her whole being, and she chewed at her lips to withhold
the moan of delectation mounting elastically in her breast.
Oh... Oh... it was wicked and evil... terribly wrong! She must stop him from doing these
forbidden, lascivious things to her... before it was too late! Suddenly, she forced her
hands against his heavy chest, her teeth gnashing and bared as she began to squirm and
kick, endeavoring to shove him away from her.
"Stop! Stop it, I say! You can't... I won't let you!" she spat, snarling viciously between
her teeth. "Get off me! Let me up, damn you!"
Her savage attack not only surprised Lew Devons, but brought Kaptain abruptly to his
feet, and automatically she froze in new horror as the great animal moved close to
present his own bared fangs and ferocious growl only inches from her face. It was a
simple act for Devons to catch both of her flailing wrists in his one big hand while his
weight held her pinned helplessly beneath him.
"Now see what you've done, you little bitch!" he snarled down at her, forcing his hip
and leg between hers so she could no longer close her thighs at will to his thick finger
that continued to taunt the moist, tender flesh of her sensitive vagina. "Kaptain doesn't
like the way you're reacting, and unless you want those teeth sunk into that nice round
ass of yours, I'd advise you to cooperate, understand? Because, just as I told you, Baby,
I'm going to fuck you... even if it has to be rape," he spat down into her face. "Now...
you be nice and I'll send him away. You don't, and I'll give you a sample of his blood
thirstiness. You decide..." Slowly, Marilyn relaxed her struggling, the incredible horror
of her complete helplessness... of the entire abominable situation slowly impressing
upon her mind. My God, she was hopelessly trapped! There was nothing she could do
but lie there in defenseless subjugation while he lewdly felt of, and explored her soft
young body at will... taking any and all indecent liberties with her that he pleased.
There was absolutely no way she could stop him... and even if she could, she stood to
lose! He would tell David of her coming there and offering him the money, and David
would never forgive her for that...
What a horrible position she had placed herself in! But if she submitted willingly, at
least, David would have the promotion... he had promised that... Oh God...!
The tears of humiliation streamed warmly down her cheeks, and then in a new
revulsion she discovered that her treacherous body was again reacting with unwanting
desire to the maddening play of his fingers in her vagina, her hips actually responding
of their own volition in rhythm to his tantalizing ministrations in the wet, aroused split
between her legs.
"Now... that's better, Baby," he hissed at her. "Much better. You're beginning to enjoy
it, eh? That soft, tight little cunt of yours is getting nice and wet... and you've decided to
let Daddy fuck you, right?"
Marilyn couldn't speak. She tried but her words stuck in her throat, the sensual shock
of his thick fingers teasing around her quivering clitoris causing her to writhe her
buttocks down into the cushion in an effort to escape the frenzied spasms coursing over
her soft, vibrant flesh.
"Oh... Oh," she moaned helplessly, as he kept up his clitoral abuse, at last pausing to let
her answer him.
"Well?" he probed. "Do we fuck nicely?"
"Yes... yes... whatever you say... but David... he'll get the promotion, won't he?" she
questioned, almost breathless from his assault, her face still wet with her tears of shame
and subjugation.
"He'll get it all right, Baby... don't worry about that. And you... you'll cooperate... fuck
willingly?"
Again, the sound of the lewd obscene word caused her to react inwardly, but this time
she sensed a strange excitement as he uttered it and she rolled her face away from him.
"Yes, yes... I'll try, honest..." she whined between clenched teeth.
Lew Devons gloatingly moved his big frame further up over her, letting loose of her
wrists and bringing his hand up to clutch at her long, ashen blonde hair, drawing her
face back to him. He kissed her wetly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his
thick long finger began to massage her cunt once more.
Marilyn groaned beneath him, struggling to keep control of her physical emotions as
the convulsive little twinges of delight commenced to race through her loins and belly
again.
"I'm going to strip you now, Doll," he whispered, "and I want your help."
She didn't struggle when he raised her up and lowered the zipper of her dress along her
back. She closed her eyes, refusing to think unless she scream out in pure fright,
assisting him subconsciously with the necessary movements of shoulders and hips,
lifting and lowering, sensing his hands behind her again as they unfastened her bra, the
cool rush of air against her throbbing breasts with their hard, distended pink nipples as
they became completely exposed to him... and his sharp intake of breath, his big hands
clutching them hotly... kneading, squeezing, rolling the nipples painfully between his
fingers, until finally, his warm, wet mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and
worrying the little nipple maddeningly... and then the other in the same manner... the
long wet tongue at last trailing down through the deep narrow valley that separated
them... her stomach muscles tensing as it slithered down her, dipping momentarily into
her navel... taunting it while his hands continued to squeeze and stroke her aching
breasts... and then his hands left them, drawing down along her ribs to her hips, his
fingers hooking inside the waist-band of her panties... and she raised her buttocks, her
eyes still tightly closed.
Once more, she felt a cool gush of air as it brushed against her warm, damp thighs and
loins... still refusing to allow herself a single thought as she obediently raised her legs,
letting him slip her panties down the long, ivory columns... her eyes clenched securely
shut, and she felt the pressure on the davenport while he raised to his knees and she
could hear him undressing.
Oh God in heaven... what's to become of me after this? I'll never be able to forgive
myself...
"All right, Baby... open those pretty little eyes," he ordered. "I've got something for you
to see."
She did, slowly, reluctantly... and she saw him kneeling erect between her legs that he
had forcibly spread open to him, completely naked now, his countenance twisted in a
lewd grin, and she let her eyes trail downward along his broad, muscular torso to the
thick, hardened penis standing out from beneath the little overhang of his slightly
bulging belly. Her eyes began to widen in mounting revulsion and frightened disbelief,
while his licentious smirk broadened and his hand lustfully stroked the heavy
uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard, blood engorged head.
"How does that stack up next to your husband's, Baby?" he taunted. "Think it'll fill that
luscious cunt of yours?"
As always, it swept over her then, the inherent abhorrence, loathing and nausea, at the
mere sight of his huge, vile organ, icing her within to the point of near-destroying any
erotic sensations that possessed her. Even so, she couldn't help but gape at its massive
size and thickness in awe, the sight of her own naked, obscenely spread body filling her
with miserable, degrading shame as once more the helplessness of her situation dwelt in
her fogged brain; then, it further registered that he was fiendishly enjoying this almost
brutal debauchery he was subjecting her to, the cruel gleam growing in his eyes
bordering on sadism.
Still, she stared, her eyes seemingly glued to the inhuman-sized, fleshy instrument he
was still holding and stroking in his hand. Its thickness was terrorizing! There was no
question but that it would split a woman open... rip her inwardly! She could never take
it! Never!
"Gets to you, eh Baby?" he leered at her. "You want to play with it awhile... or you
want it right up inside that hot little belly of yours right now?"
Marilyn tore her eyes from it and rolled her head away as he continued to torment her,
watching with salacious delight the horrified expression of fear contorting her beautiful
face.
Once more the tears dribbled down her cheeks as she became acutely aware that there
was no appealing to this brutal man. He was not her beloved David that heard and
understood her pleas for mercy. She tried to steel her senses for what she knew was to
come, hardly hearing his vile utterances and filthy implications any longer; her brain
was too occupied with the hopelessness of her position and the horrifying dread of
knowing there was no escape, that she must endure his assault; for truly he was going
to ravish her defenseless, cringing body no matter how she begged him not to. There
was nowhere to turn, she was utterly alone and subject to his ruthless lust. Dear God,
how could she ever have so misjudged such an awful beast?
He dropped his heavy weight upon her then, forcing the breath from her body with a
gasp, the hardness of his thick, pulsating member crushing into the soft flesh of her
belly, his great hands once more squeezing her full firm breasts so viciously that she
cried out with the pain, and then his mouth was on hers, his tongue plunging deep into
her throat in his mounting lust.
"I'm going to make you beg before I'm finished with you, Baby," he hissed into her
face. "You're going to cry for me to fuck that snobbish little cunt of yours... beg me to
bury this cock so deep in your belly you'll be able to taste it... wait and see... just wait
and see!"
She said nothing, only tried to deafen her ears to his foul abuse... and then, he was
moving down her body... slithering down and down until his face was even with her
loins, mere inches above them, and the revolting shock of what he intended to do to
her caused Marilyn to recoil in complete repugnance.
"Wh-What are you...? Oh, no... no! Please, not that! You can't!" she wailed as he placed
his huge palms against the soft inner sides of her thighs and was pressing them apart
even more open to his lust-glazed eyes: her attempt to try and close them was futile.
She moaned aloud, raising her head to stare down between her erect breasts and see
him poised between her widespread thighs. "Oh no, no... please... not even my husband
has ever done that..." Between her legs, hands placed strategically against the warm
flesh of her inner-thighs, Lew Devons gazed greedily down at the tight pink slit fringed
enticingly with its soft, golden-hair, while two tiny glistening droplets moistened the
little tongue-like pink petals that peeked out at him from the thin vertical mouth; and
as she lay seemingly frozen to the cushion beneath her, eyes pleading, humiliation
complete, she watched petrified as with deliberately slow, decisive movements he placed
his thumbs delicately on the resilient fleshy lips of her cunt and spreading the soft
blonde pubic curls, torturously spread them apart, flowering open the moist coral flesh
to his desire-inflamed sight.
In sheer horror, Marilyn felt the hot wisps of his rapid breathing taunt her sensitively
delicate vaginal flesh and she moaned shamefully, her head still upright. Spontaneously,
her own breath almost choked her as she saw his face lower into her widespread loins
and felt the full length of his long hot tongue slip wetly up into her shocked and
quivering vagina.
Her soft, naked body recoiled through reflex, jerking convulsively, a loud whimper
bursting from her chest while her buttocks ground downward in her effort to evade the
perverted outrage he was committing upon her defenseless genitals. Her stomach
lurched and churned in jolting confusion as she moaned loathingly while his tongue
slithered in and out of her hopelessly exposed pussy in wild animal-like frenzy.
"Oooohhhh, Oooohhhh... don't... don't...!" She groaned incessantly in her debased
degradation, her head beginning to slope negatively as she held it raised in humiliated
horror, gaping in disbelief at his obscene aggression down between her widespread
thighs. It wasn't happening! It couldn't be! A nightmare... that was it, she tried to
reason as his tongue raced in a liquid torrent up into her unwanting, yet rapidly
dilating cunt.
"Ooohhh... Ooohhhh, my God! Stop! Please... please stop!" she whimpered in her
shame, while simultaneously, unwanted tiny spasms of lewd delight were coming alive
inside her whole being from his demented, animal-like tonguing of her moist,
palpitating cuntal slit.
Then, his hands moved caressingly up over her belly to the pulsing firm flesh of her
hard-nippled breasts, cupping and tormenting them almost brutally while his mouth
and tongue sucked and thrust into the wide-spread split in her loins with wet, obscene
sounds that filled the room, and she realized that his flint-hued eyes were locked
sadistically on her abased, tormented face, and suddenly she was aware that he was
awaiting her complete and total capitulation to his gross demoralization of her pride
and morals as well as her rebellious body.
Unwittingly, she clenched her hands into fists, her arms clutching helplessly and tight
against her sides, her entire fervent flesh forcibly endeavoring to temper itself against
the debased abuse he was compelling her defenseless body to endure. But even as she
waged her feeble attempt she realized it was useless; she was trapped; there was
absolutely nothing she could do... except fight to maintain mind over completely weak
and lost evil flesh... and that she would do! He could subvert her body, but never her
mind!
Wildly, her brain rampaged in some effort to struggle against him as he continued to
suck and lick insanely at the wet hair-lined slit between her open legs, fighting
desperately to keep her wits from melting into the hot, liquid ravishment that was
creeping delightfully over her, telegraphing unbelievable, bliss-filled sensations in
maddening excitement through every vein, muscle and cord of her subjugated body.
Vaguely, the innumerable times that David had tried to kiss her vagina flickered
through her mind... and the bitter way she'd reproached him because of its vile
perversion... Had she ever known what lay in store for her, now she'd have welcomed
his handsome, beloved face buried in her loins... But instead, lay this wicked sadist who
was humiliating her beyond any belief... defiling her as might his massive dog, and
there was absolutely nothing she could do but lie in under him and endure the vilest
degradation he chose to inflict upon her! Mother of God! She was lost... lost... and
completely alone and deserted by her own doing!
Lew Devons knew that he had won. He felt more than triumphant, for this was no
ordinary bitch... no Anita Sadler, no pretending whore-pickup. This was for real, every
inch of her magnificent, luscious body, and he was reveling in its conquest. He'd never
dreamed of such a complete conquest. Ten grand in cash, plus this... and even more... a
decided compensation for sweet little Anita in payment of her transgression... a
settlement she wasn't apt to forget after Beaudry's boys finished with her tonight.
Clever girl, passing the info to Archer, but that would all come out before the night was
over too... and in the meantime, he had the delectable wife completely entrapped, and
before it was done he was going to shove his cock right down her throat and make her
suck it like a common whore.
What a goddamned gorgeous bitch she was! It was a shame that she was so stupid... but
she, so devoted, obviously was. He raised his eyes to fix them on her lovely, contorted
face as he unceasingly kept up his moral-destroying thrusts of his tongue into her small
vagina. He saw tears once again welling from her near-vanquished eyes to dribble over
her cheeks and he watched this with ruthless enjoyment. Fight it, bitch, he mused.
Struggle with every ounce of purity you possess... because when you go, it'll be all
encompassing surrender... sweet surrender... and that's what he was waiting for.
Suddenly, his lips probed and explored until he found the erectile pulsing button of her
clitoris. He heard her abrupt moan of agonized pleasure as he engulfed the tiny,
pulsating nub between his teeth and clutching it tightly, laved his tongue over and
around it in a series of ever increasing circles, until at last, he opened his lust-hungry
mouth wider and sent his tongue downward, back through the velvety moistened slit to
the hot, throbbing opening of her vaginal channel.
Marilyn realized she could hardly, if any longer, control herself. The erotic pleasures
had reached beyond her physical powers. She had become enraptured, unwantingly, but
certainly. Her feeble power to fight had so diminished that it was barely any longer a
memory. She found herself flailing her head wantonly from side to side as he orally
fucked her, lashing and sliding his long, hot tongue up into her dilated and now
clasping vagina, while she listened as if from another world to her own whimpering and
mewling sounds and he swirled and plunged his tongue within the velvet-like insides of
her moist, passion-excited cunt.
Then, all of a sudden, he pressed her legs high, slipping his arms beneath them so that
they and his shoulders were wedged underneath her thighs: pressing them ever further
up until they draped over his broad shoulders, then, he maneuvered his hands skillfully
beneath her quivering buttocks and hauled them to him with captive authority.
Marilyn's whines of uncontrollable, involuntary pleasure filled the room as he burrowed
his tongue deeper and deeper into the seething fluid depths between her thighs. She
floundered jerkily for him and he watched her hands fighting against one another
desperately... losing the silly encounter as simultaneously they clutched at his hair,
lewdly struggling to press him further and further into her loins.
A deafened man could now hear her cries of involuntary delight filling the room as he
continued to thrust his tongue deep into the searing pleasurable depths of her cunt. She
had a handful of his hair now and he knew she was his!
Entirely his own to play with, to subjugate, to torment and fuck as he desired...
however the mood happen to strike him! She was all and completely his!
What little control she had managed to exercise was near gone, Marilyn knew. Now her
buttocks were jerking and convulsing involuntarily beneath the plunging tongue that
was shooting erotic jolts of never before realized sensation through her once frigid
body. And then, abruptly, she felt his tongue flick from her vagina downward toward
the secret, tiny, puckered little hole of her anus. She wanted to scream... but instead,
she groaned in rapture at the surprising, wet seething contact of his pleasure-giving
tongue with the forbidden, sensitive opening. She closed her eyes and licked at her lips
in sensual enchantment.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she coughed ecstatically. "No... no... you mustn't... Oh, please...
please," she moaned, even as she rolled her hips and tried to screw her tormented
rectum back onto his stiff probing tongue.
Lew Devons chuckled aloud and she opened her eyes as he thrust against the snug,
rubbery opening, raising goose-flesh on her quivering belly and heaving breasts.
"Oh... Ooohhh..." she continued, dropping her head back and letting it toss from side
to side, her helplessness and degradation still alive and strong within her, even as her
buttocks jerked and writhed of their own volition at the delicious, unwanted sensations
racing wildly through her whole being. "Oooohhhh... dear God..." she gasped further,
again raising her head to gape down at his evil face. "Please... oh please don't... don't,"
she begged, the horrifying realization that she had lost all control over herself
overwhelming her with its impact, arousing deep sobs of shame and humiliation from
her.
But he licked on and on at her open wet loins and her body trembled and spasmed
uncontrollably beneath the overpowering assault at the raw nerve-ends of her pulsating
cunt; her clenched teeth, fists and determination could do nothing to hold back the
wanton throes of sensual bliss that had seized complete domination over her. She could
no longer fight him... he was bringing her intense rapture the likes of which she had
never before dreamed. Her soft, round body had secretly cried out too long for
fulfillment. She no longer wanted to fight it... only fulfill it!
"Oooohhh... Oooohhhh God... Yes... Yes... Love me... please love me!" she moaned out
pleadingly, her shamelessly aroused flesh quivering and jerking beneath his long, hot
tongue. She raised her hips to him, her wet squirming loins submitting in complete
servitude. Her hands found his hair once more and gently caught themselves into it as
she cried out deeply from the depths of her soul. Shame, degradation, morals, pride,
frigidity, all were blotted from her mind as she tried to pull his head in tighter to the
throbbing, wide-spread slit in her crotch, while the insane delight of hedonistic
enchantment captured complete charge over her.
"Now... now, you're ready," Devons rasped, raising up suddenly, and she looked
upward into his leering face from beneath him where she lay stripped naked and
helpless in her debased, obscene position, reality slowly creeping back over her. "It's
time to fuck... fill that cunt to the very brim with this aching cock of mine, Baby... and I
promise... you'll never forget the fucking I'm going to give you..." Marilyn couldn't
move; it was as if she were mesmerized, with her thighs raised and spread wide apart to
him, her swollen breasts heaving as she breathed in short panting breaths and her belly
quivered and cringed while her eyes locked upon his long, thick cock spearing out from
his hairy loins angrily.
"Ooohhhh, no... no... please..." she whimpered as he crawled up over her, holding
himself aloft with his strong arms and hands pinioning her shoulders to the cushion of
the davenport, and then he lowered his head and sucked the nipple of one breast into
his mouth, sinking into it painfully, causing her to writhe her hips beneath him and
groan aloud at the sharp paroxysm of agony that simultaneously caused a little spasm of
delight at her grinding crotch below.
"Christ, I'm going to fuck you, Baby," he rasped down at her. "I'm going to fuck you
silly..." Marilyn lay unmoving beneath him, her eyes fixed on the working of his mouth
spewing the obscene filth at her, its lewdness echoing and reechoing excitingly against
the walls of her brain.
"Take it in your hand, Baby and put it in that hot, tight cunt of yours," he ordered, his
lust-inflamed eyes gleaming down at her sadistically.
"Oh... oh... I can't," she whined in her degradation, her body quaking in fear and
shame, yet, even as she said it, her hand slipped uncontrollably down and paused only
an inch from his massive prick, and she began to flail her head back and forth, the tears
of desire and humiliation again streaming down her cheeks.
"Damn you, do as I say, you little bitch!" he snarled. "Take it and put it in! Go ahead
Now!"
Marilyn whimpered aloud as her small hand encircled his thick, throbbing cock and a
sudden look of fear covered her face as she truly realized for the first time the enormity
of the rock-hard shaft. "Oh God... God! I-I can... I can't take that! It's too big...
please..."
"Go on, damn you! Put it in!" Devons growled, lowering his hips while Marilyn
reluctantly spread her thighs even wider apart and guided his heavy prick toward the
small moist opening of her vagina, using its hard, bulbous head to part the full, fleshy
lips of her cunt, her brain whirling in both fear and anticipation.
She moaned and twisted her head as an erotic shudder passed over her at the
electrifying contact of the soft, rubbery head with the wet, sensitive flesh of her pussy,
and she hardly dare breathe as she lay petrified beneath him waiting... then, he flicked
his hips slightly forward causing a sharp little pain from the stretching pressure of his
member at the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
"Aggghhhhh," she grunted and he pressed again. "Oooohhh God," she nearly choked
as the huge tip forced its way into the snug, elastic mouth brutally stretching the tender
resilient flesh until she was certain she was being torn from the almost unbearable
outward pressure. "Stop! You're tearing me! My God... no, no! Stop, please!" she cried
up to him, but his inhuman sadistic expression told her the useless-ness of her pleas.
Marilyn stared at him through agony-glazed eyes, his lust-contorted face advising her of
the extreme pleasure he was deriving at her torment, and cruelly, he kept up his slow
torturous impalement into her cunt.
"Aaagghhh" she grunted gutturally as he thrust his monstrous staff inch by excruciating
inch into her, until his face was but a mask of demented passion... as if the sight of her
helpless, defenseless body trying to absorb his great prick straining at the tight mouth
of her vagina was more than he could bear, and with an excited glance down at her
wide-spread, upraised crotch he thrust savagely, sending his long, stone-hard cock
roaring up into her cringing passage with the fury of a charging rhinoceros.
"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhhhh!" Marilyn screamed as the thick, blood-inflated head pressed
the tight resisting walls of her moist vagina in rippling waves before it, the full
unending length of it plunging into her belly until she felt his heavy, sperm-bloated
balls whacking resoundingly against the upturned cheeks of her fear-clenched buttocks.
"Oh... oh... oh," she whimpered beneath him, immobile now, not daring to move less
she split apart! Her belly was stuffed to capacity with his cock and her vaginal channel
felt as if he had scraped the tender, sensitive flesh raw with his cruel and inhuman
entry, his massive shaft's every wrinkle and ridge discernible to her as it lay buried deep
inside her quaking stomach.
Briefly, he, too, lay still and heavy upon her, his breathing raspy; then, he flexed his
cock deep inside the tight soft flesh of her moist sheath, lurching the thick rod another
fraction of an inch deeper up into her.
"Auuugggghhhh!" Marilyn groaned as again and again he repeated the torture, each
time raising further tearful whines of agony and shameful humiliation from deep in her
throat. And then, at last, her passage began to grow accustomed to his abnormal size;
her whimpers of pain lessened and the police chief began a slow revolving motion with
his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly into her naked crotch, expanding the still cringing
walls of her vagina until whining little mewls began to emit from deep in her chest.
Slowly, Devons levered himself above her as she purled helplessly beneath him, using
short smooth strokes that caused her body to react of its own volition, her
determination to fight the lewd sensations of passion rippling through her all but gone.
She no longer wanted to struggle against the obscene pleasure of lust nibbling at her
flesh... but to surrender to them, and the mere thought of this caused further chills of
excitement to spiral the length of her spine as she felt the easy tempo of his heavy cock
begin longer thrusts into her wet, throbbing pussy.
As he increased his pace and the length of his stroke, Marilyn sensed her whole body
responding rapturously, and she squirmed and writhed under him. He dropped his
mouth to hers and she thrust her tongue upward between his lips to be sucked as she
moaned incessantly in passion-filled acceptance of whatever lewd and vile whim his
mind could conceive. She began to raise her crotch up to him in simultaneous rhythm
to his every downward plunge as her desire-contorted face grimaced wantonly in her
new-found lust, while her mouth opened and closed against his lips and her nostrils
flared in objective surrender.
Devons could see the thin film of sweat oozing onto her forehead beneath the
disheveled entanglements of her long blonde hair, and the way her neck was straining
as low hums of abandon had begun to emit from deep in her throat against his lips.
Momentarily, he thought of Archer, her husband, and he could hardly contain his grin.
He wondered if he'd ever had his cock shoved as deep in this luscious creature lying
beneath him with her naked, wide-spread, golden crotch grinding furiously up against
his loins as he, Lew Devons, did at this moment? He'd bet a year's pay that he hadn't...
nor that he had never aroused this kind of response from that hot, moist cunt, or knew
what it was to have her round, full ass-cheeks churning and bucking, forcing that
delectable cunt up against his aching prick as it tried to drive even more of him into
her.
Christ, what a tight, hungry cunt it was! And what a voluptuous little bitch! She was
driving him out of his fucking mind! He slid his hands down her sides and beneath the
soft smooth spheres of her working buttocks, clutching them brutally in his big hands
and feeling them clench and unclench, the soft flesh warm and resilient as it ridged
between his grasping fingers.
She groaned, her breath catching in her throat, as he pulled her tighter to his loins,
feeling her drawing back her thighs further and causing the moist, clasping hole of her
cunt to flower open in reception of his cock to even greater depths.
Marilyn rolled her head in delighted, unequivocal ecstasy, the last twinges of pain long
passed from her passion-filled body, her legs on either side of his thick, impaling cock
quivering and twitching spasmodically in wild unrestraint as her tongue slithered in and
out of his mouth in an oral fucking semblance while velvety noises of rapture gurgled
in her throat. Never before in her young life had she known anything to equal this!
From the lewd sucking and licking of her cunt and rectum to this very moment with
his magnificent cock penetrating to the very mouth of her womb, filling her belly like
some marvelously warm thing that had crawled deep up inside her to remain forever...
and she learned that when she tensed her thighs, straining the muscles and cords of her
neck and back, writhing her cunt up tight against him that the intense-ness of her bliss
was almost brain shattering. Oh God, she had never in her most remote dreams
believed that such delicious sensations could come from lying in under a man and
being fucked against her will... from committing adultery... from willing and wanting to
give back to her ravager as much and more as he was giving to her.
God, it was heaven!
Devons had begun to plunge into her with insane force, lengthening his stroke as well
as quickening it, drawing his heavy cock nearly out of the tight, wet sheath clasping it
hungrily, then thrusting into her upraised crotch until his balls slapped hard down
against the hairless, puckered hole of her upraised anus. His throbbing balls ached as
did his prick with the mounting pressure forever building within his bloated sac, and
his head swam with his increasing lust. He had reached the point where he knew he
had to cum soon or burst. He gaped downward at where his cock was slipping
smoothly in and out of her moist, vibrant cunt, concentrating on the feel of the soft,
hairlined folds of her clasping pussy as it clung to his furiously rampaging shaft
thrusting with jack-hammer force up into her.
Again, he tried to increase his pace and deepen his thrust as she writhed wildly beneath
him, grinding up and down his cock with unbelievable frenzy, her legs jerking, her toes
curling as she lurched her legs wide and upwards... the first indication he'd had that she
was nearing her climax !
"Oh God... Oh God... harder! Harder, Darling!" she cried in her half conscious frenzy,
trying to raise her ass higher to him.
Her womb flared and the resisting lips of her gilded-fringed slit opened even further to
receive the delicious rape of her secret genitals. Her hands wrapped around his back,
her nails gouging a red streaked path down to his flexing buttocks.
Brutally, he pressed his hand behind her knees and thrust them back hard until they
framed her head on either side, bringing the table of her luscious crotch higher and
wider open to his almost inhuman plunges into her wide spread cunt. Christ Almighty!
He'd never known a woman who could take him like this!
"Ooohh... ooohhhh... oooooohhhhhhhhh," Marilyn began to chant beneath him, her
lovely face retaining only the slightest semblance of her own self as her passion
distorted her features sensuously.
Devons groaned, thrusting hard and deep in his effort to plunge his prick far up into
the tender sanctuary of her womb while she shoved her fleecy belly up hard to skewer
herself frantically onto the stake of flesh her cunt was endeavoring to suck the life from.
She drew his thick wet tongue voraciously into her mouth, swallowing greedily at the
droplets of his saliva running down it in her lewd excitement. Now her voluptuous
body was matching his battering plunges with her own rhythmic thrashing and he
watched her breasts heave and quiver... then she convulsed beneath him and her head
began to flail from side to side in wild ecstasy.
"Oh... ooohhh... ooooohhhhhhhh, God! Dear God! Yes... it's going to happen to me!
Oh God! I'm going to cum! My God... oooohhhh, yesss... yess...! Now, now,
nowwwww!"
Wildly, Devons slammed his inflated cock deep into her white rounded little belly,
feeling the hot, white semen amassing within his throbbing balls as they beat a tattoo
against her marvelously exposed ass. He was nearing his own explosion and with
harshly kneading hands, cupped the wide spread cheeks of her lush white buttocks hard
up against his ramming pelvis, as he pounded his spewing cock all the way to the hilt
in her soft, unresisting cunt.
In her ecstasy, Marilyn felt the new sweet pain to her insides as the head of his deeply
sunk, tormenting cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her
inner organs. It began to spurt! She could feel the delicious hot, white liquid shooting
into her like molten fire, sloshing around her dilated womb like great streams of searing
lava. The very pores of her cunt-walls opened to it, oozing forth their own enraptured
answer, spilling her secretions into the already flooded cavern of her quivering pussy.
It was maddeningly magnificent! No words could describe it! She was going out of her
mind with the ecstasy! She couldn't let it stop!
She clawed frantically beneath her squirming buttocks with both hands and began to
passionately milk at his balls pressed into the split of her ass. Her legs jerked out to
their full length wildly, spasming helplessly in the air on either side of him. The
enormous prick continued to squirt its completion. Thick, hot jets streamed from its
head never-endingly in blissful, unbelieving rivers, overflowing her womb and gushing
out the milking, convivial cunt-lips mounting the base of his cock, saturating in torrents
the silky pubic hair it was buried so deeply into.
"Oh God... don't stop... don't ever stop!" she cried almost unintelligibly while the
seething walls of her clasping pussy sucked ravenously at the jerking cock, until it
offered one final convulsive leap, the last dregs of his hot, seething sperm drained from
it.
Lew Devons fell forward, collapsing upon her, feeling his warm, slippery sperm mixed
with her own delectable juices back-washing his limp deflated penis. It seemed
unbelievable and erotically without end, until she, too, exhaustedly gave one last spasm,
jerking to a final lifelessness and lay shamelessly and obscenely still, her heart pounding
in her breast.
So... she reasoned in near disbelief, it had happened to her at last... sexual fulfillment.
She had hoped that when, and if, the moment came, it would have been her David that
produced it... but it wasn't. Instead, it'd been an adulterous act with a vile brute... but
dear God, she had never known such complete fulfilling joy existed on the face of this
earth...
Devons stirred, then climbed off her and Marilyn's eyes couldn't help but fasten on the
long, limp member that hung uselessly between his legs. And then, she saw him grin
down at her and she quickly turned her head.
"Quite a prick, isn't it, Baby," he said with a chuckle. "Never had anything like that in
your belly before in your life... right?"
She said nothing but felt her face flush as she sat up and reached for her clothes where
he had tossed them onto the floor. Again, he laughed and began to dress as he watched
her do the same. She stood and he stared at her in sheer delight. Christ, what a body
she had. He'd never seen tits like hers in his life, and already his prick jerked again at
the mere thought of how he had played with and sucked them. In her panties and bra
she was an enrapturing sight. Christ, Kaptain was going to love this when he got her in
the right position later on!
"Listen... no use of you and me not being friends... now, Baby," he said softly, moving
toward her.
He had pulled on his trousers and shirt and she stepped into her dress pulling it up
over her shoulders.
"Here, let me zip that for you," he said, walking behind her and gently performing the
task. "Remember... we've got a deal, you and me, eh?"
"It's... it's up to you to keep your end of the bargain now," Marilyn said, feeling his big
hands on her waist and once again knowing the shame and revulsion for her actions
with him only a few moments before.
"Sure," he said. "Don't worry... I'll take good care of your David, Baby... only just don't
you forget to come running when Daddy calls you, eh? Know what I mean? This cock
of mine is like Kaptain... it gets mean when things don't go right."
Marilyn cringed at his foul meaning and vulgarity, but nevertheless, she stood with chin
raised inimitably... and then he kissed her neck and ran his hand up to squeeze her
breast, and finally down over her belly, down and down to the protruding mound at the
V of her thighs, caressing and pressuring in little undulating motions with his hand as
she forced herself to endure the degrading transgression.
She heard his snigger sadistically and suddenly felt his loins crudely shoved tight
against her full, rounded buttocks in an unmistakable gesture of degradation.
"All right, cunt... get out of here," he spat into her ear. "Just stay nice and close to your
telephone... in case I get a hard-on."
Minutes later, when she walked onto the elevator, Marilyn could hear his mocking
laughter, and it seemed to follow her all the way to the parking lot. It was not until she
was inside the Mustang that she broke down for the first time, yet somehow, she
managed to hold herself until she got home... then, she broke down completely.


Chapter 7

They came shortly after midnight, when she had been in bed only a half-hour or so and
she had just really dozed off. Anita responded to the front bell as she usually did, sitting
upright in bed with a certain fear that she could never pinpoint gripping her. It rang
again and the idea struck her that it might be David. She swung out, threw her robe
around her and moved toward the door flicking on strategic lights en-route.
It wasn't David.
There were three of them, all men she had seen before while they were watching her
house, and they entered with efficient and rapid movements, each performing a
particular task, the first of which clamped his big, foul smelling hand over her mouth
and nose. There was no time to scream, no way of kicking or fighting as number two
caught at her lower portions and lifted her, no way of anything except to let them have
their way with her, unless she preferred to wind up dead.
The horror of the situation occurred to her immediately. They were going to rape her...
first, and what would come after she could only surmise in her horror. They carried her
to her lighted bedroom, stuffed her mouth full with a cologne-scented handkerchief,
pulled the hose from her dresser and tied her to the bedposts... but uniquely.
Anita couldn't understand as one they called Al tied both hands to one bedpost, causing
her to lay on her side, while another named Red, because of his hair, tied her lower
ankle to another, leaving her upper right leg free. Then, they began to undress, all of
them, lewd vicious grins contorting their faces and she tried to spit out her gag.
The third one, Rover, used a second handkerchief to tie around her mouth and hold the
choking gag in place. She stared at them wildly as they peeled their clothes away and
the lengths of their hardened pricks came into view. All were healthy, long and solid
weapons, but Red's stood out from the others in its massiveness, and Anita cringed
inwardly as they stood beside the bed and before her grinning down.
All moved in and tore her nightgown away, leaving her completely naked. He said:
"Not a bad looking bitch, eh? I've been watching her long enough to want to get into
her... I don't know about you guys."
"Okay," said Red. "How'd you want yours, Al?"
"Cunt for me," Al replied.
"I want her cunt," said Rover.
"Shut up," snapped Red, obviously in charge. Then, he grinned. "I'm taking her
asshole... she looks like it might be a beauty."
"What about me?" whined Rover. "Hold tight 'til we get into her, then, let her suck you
off," Red said. "She's gagged..."
"So take it off. She makes a sound... slit her throat," Red said, stroking his heavy prick
now as Anita watched and listened in utter horror. There was nothing she could do...
absolutely nothing! They intended to defile her in every way, and it could only be Lew
Devons' method of punishing her for making love to David. But it was even more than
that and she knew it. She wasn't going to get out of this alive! Devons had assumed
that she had passed the information onto David, and he, too, was in terrible danger...
Red walked to the other side of the bed and she felt him crawling on behind her. The
others waited while he placed his hand in the small of her back pressing her forward
onto her face with her two tied, outstretched arms. Then, she felt his heavy member
insinuated in the crease of her buttocks as he rolled half onto her and began to smooth
his hand over her flesh.
"Shit... she's soft like velvet," he said, his big hand moving up to clutch at her breast,
kneading it harshly and twisting the nipple into hardness between his fingers. "Feel that
tit."
They did, each one in turn and brutally while Red's big finger found her cunt from
behind, toying with it, worrying her clitoris, then thrusting up cruelly into her
unwanting vagina. From that moment on, hands were all over her, twisting and
pinching at her breasts, plunging into her pussy, tweaking her clitoris... but none were
like Red's who forced her onto her stomach, spread her buttocks apart and began to
taunt her tightly puckered anus unmercifully.
"Christ, you ever see anything like that?" he asked his cohorts. "Not a hair on it...
tight's a drum... just made for old Red."
"Go on," said Rover excitedly. "Fuck her ass, Red. Get your cock into it!"
In choking dread, Anita felt his hands opening her soft, quivering cheeks, drawing the
buttocks apart even further. She tried to hold them together by tensing the smooth,
ivory spheres, but it was useless. She felt obscenely naked beneath their lust-filled eyes,
and as he pressured them open she could feel the cool air on the hot, perspiring innersides. 
Tears suddenly wet her cheeks and she heard them gasp as a finger probed at the
tiny rubbery opening, an abrupt sharp pain following with the worming insertion of the
digit up to the first knuckle joint. Automatically her muscle reaction tried at closing her
buttocks and she gripped his finger with her nether hole.
Red laughed. "Look at that lil asshole work, will you?"
"Hurry up and get into her so I can," said Al impatiently. "I'm about ready to blow my
nuts just looking at her."
"Patience, Alfred," said Red tauntingly. "We want to be sure the lady really enjoys this...
gets the full benefit of having three pricks rammed into her at the same time, don't we?
I mean, it's kind of like having your last meal before going to the hot-seat, eh? We want
to be sure she leaves this world just filled to the brim with happiness..."
"Shit, what you got to talk about the hot-seat for?" Rover grumbled. "Come on, let's
fuck her."
Red chuckled once more and thrust his thick finger into the soft, rubbery channel to
the palm of his hand causing her to grunt painfully from deep in her chest while he
routed and sawed in and out of her helplessly exposed, unresisting anus, lewdly
stretching the warm velvety passage in preparation for the entry that was to follow.
In despair, Anita relaxed in resigned surrender. She wished she could faint... or that
they would just kill her outright, but she was fully conscious and what was worse, she
could see their reflection clearly in her large vanity mirror. She lay pressed almost
completely on her stomach, Red's legs wedged between hers, forcing her free one wide
apart from the other and completely exposing her naked loins to him. She couldn't help
but stare in horror at the mirror when she saw him pull the heavy foreskin of his prick
back, displaying the hardened, lust-bloated head, then aim it directly at her crinkled
little hole of her anus he had agonizingly stretched with his thrusting finger Again he
spread her buttocks wide open with his thumbs, then rolled further onto her to slowly
draw the huge head of his cock up through her moist, opened cunt-lips. She jerked at
the soft contact, her muscles tensing as he laid the entire full length of his thick shaft
into the soft, spread crevices of her ass, its tip poised at her snug throbbing anus. Then,
as she froze in terror, she watched him lever himself to his elbows and move his hips
forward, guiding the nob of the rigid member directly at the flexing little hole of her
back passage.
"For the record, bitch," Red said, "Chief Devons didn't like the idea of you making
your ass available to that Archer punk. He also feels you might've passed on a little
information to him that you shouldn't have... so he sent us over to visit you... kind of
get things straightened out, know what I mean?" She felt his rough hands running over
her neck, shoulders and back, then beneath her to maul her breasts brutally. God, if she
could only scream, but she could barely breathe with the gag in her mouth.
"Now, it just might be that if you're nice to us... you know, tell us what you've done
with this information and how much you told Archer... it ain't impossible that you
could go on living... once we're through with you. But of course, the Chief says that's
up to our discretion... so first, we'll have our little party, then, maybe we'll talk, eh?"
"Jesus, get it into her, will you?" Al blurted.
And then, she felt his prick, felt it pushing painfully against her anus and she gaped
wild-eyed into the mirror to see the brutally stiffened shaft pop suddenly through her
tightly resisting sphincter with splitting pain, and she watched with sheer horror the
tiny orifice stretching obscenely to slip over like a glove and absorb the probing tip of
his huge cock. The pain spread through her like a raging fire, and she saw him grin
triumphantly at the others just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, burrowing
half of the fleshy, turgid staff into the soft, velvety passage of her helpless rectum.
Her scream choked in her gagged throat as mechanically her buttocks jerked and
twisted beneath the depraved assault, but her every move only served to impale her
deeper, for with each buck and lurch of her tortured body, Red's massive prick was
skewering that much further into her desperately resisting rectal orifice.
"Hold her! Grab the bitch!" Red snapped, and they did. "Untie her leg. Hurry up...!"
Anita felt the stocking removed from her ankle and then she was being held firmly
again, unable to struggle as Red forced her buttocks up in the air, his knees moving in
between her thighs to push them wide apart, spreading her asscheeks even more so to
help his prick enter in and sodomize her. She felt the hot tears gushing from her eyes as
the pain spread and made her stomach convulse with a sickness that rose to her throat.
Once more, she looked to the mirror and saw the lust-inflamed faces of Al and Rover as
they moved closer in to observe the hot rod of thick hard flesh that was obscenely
slipping relentlessly into the warm depths of her defenseless rectum... until it was sunk
unbelievably to the very hilt. She had stopped jerking and struggling, realizing in dazed
panic that her only respite from the agony was to lay deathly still, for it was useless to
resist the depraved attack of these lust-crazed brutes whose only desires were to satisfy
their animal passions before they killed her. The pain was nearly unbearable from his
inhuman penetration of her rectum, and if she moved but the slightest it only served to
press him deeper into her, expanding the tight resisting channel to more agonizing
widths.
She could feel the enormous intrusion pushing solidly into her now, chafing and
rubbing to a raw pain the soft skin of her back passage. She became aware of his hand
gripping her hips with a numbing pressure as he sawed and throbbed into the depths of
her ass. The pain went on and on, and each thrust brought muffled grunts from deep in
her throat. The gag was wet with her tears, and he pummelled into her with longer,
smoother strokes, shoving the entire length of his cock right up her rectum until she
could feel his bloated balls slapping each time against her tight, spread pussy.
In the mirror, she saw Al climb onto the bed, his eyes gaping wildly at the depraved
union. Then, she saw and felt him clutch at one breast and run his hand down her
body harshly, twisting and gouging at her soft, white flesh until she thought he would
go mad in his lust.
"Goddamn, Red, turn her over will you?" he blurted at the other who was wide-eyedly
concentrating on the thin, pink ridges of flesh that pulled from her wide-stretched
rectum each time he withdrew his thick pulsating prick.
"Okay... untie her hands," Red said. And then to her: "You try anything bitch and
Rover'll slit your cunt to your navel with his switch... you understand?"
There was no way she could answer or even signal that she understood, but then her
hands were being untied and the gag removed. To scream or fight would be futile
anyway, she reasoned... but maybe, if she just cooperated... there still might be a chance
of coming out of it alive... and that was the most important thing now.
Suddenly, Red squeezed his hands tightly to her hips once more and rolled to his side,
pulling her backwards on top of him, raising the first audible groans of pain from her
lips as he lay outstretched beneath her, her full, hollowed back tight against his stomach
and chest, her legs splayed out obscenely on the outside of his own, while his massive,
throbbing cock lay interred to its entirety up into the very depths of her bowels. She
was helplessly impaled, as though sitting on a giant pulsating stake of oak.
Al crawled on top of her, ruthlessly, forcing his legs between hers and Red's, thrusting
her thighs even farther apart and grasping his stiff, jerking cock to guide it quickly into
the moist, stretched channel of her open pussy.
"Oooohhh, my God!" Anita groaned as it slithered up into her until she felt his balls
smack tightly against the spread cheeks of her buttocks, joining the other invading
phallus imbedded deep in her ass. She whimpered loudly, both in the agony of the pain
and the debased shame, caught between these two evil, lust-filled men who were
impaling her mercilessly on their massive, angry cocks thrust deep into her soft, tender
body, with only the slightest wall of tissue between rectum and cunt separating their
fleshy-hard shafts.
Rover watched in a near hypnotic state of rank lust. He stroked his own aching cock as
he watched Al begin fucking into her hot, moist pussy with unbelievable fury, while
Red's loins plunged up and down lifting them all right off the bed... in and out of her
tight asshole with crazy mean strokes... both of them finally falling into a rhythmic
cadence that buffeted her between them smoothly, and the dual-fucked broad lay limp
and sandwiched like a rubber store-dummy, moaning continuously at the outrageous
ravishment of her defenseless genitals. Christ, it was something to see!
His face was but a few scant inches from the pair of glistening, thick pricks ramming
into the girl's stretched passages like powered pistons, and his inflamed, lust-glazed eyes
stared excitedly at the lengthy wet cocks, moist from her cuntal secretions, fucking like
crazy in an harmonious rhythm into her. He watched the frayed, coral edges of her
pussy being extracted with Al's prick on the backstroke, and disappearing back inside as
he plunged deep into her belly. The same sight took his eye with Red's thick cock
sucking down out of her, tugging the tight pink ridges of her clasping, expanded
asshole with it, then fluidly soaring back into her as he rammed upward until his balls
were wedged into the cleft of her ass-cheeks. Christ, he couldn't take any more. He had
to get in on the goddamned act, or cum right there all over the three of them!
Quickly, he piled pillows on top of one another to raise him up, then lay down on his
side, his hard, thrusting prick even with Anita's shame-contorted face.
Shamed and aching, her head tossing back and forth against Red's chest while his
hands clung savagely to her breasts, Anita felt only a great heat and splitting at her
loins. She felt super defiled and every part of her seemed to be at those two great holes
they were burrowing between her legs. Her lips opened and closed in torment.
Occasionally she tried to flatten her hips or draw her buttocks in to contain the pain of
her anus, but then she was aware only of the tightening of her vagina and the extra
pain which followed from the one called Al's cruel, relentless entry.
Suddenly, she felt a hand entwining brutally in her hair, jerking her face to one side,
and then there were fingers at her lips opening her mouth and a spongy, stiff substance
rubbing against her lips. She focused her eyes and saw Rover's long slender prick before
her. At first, she tried to fight him, but realized the uselessness of it. Resigned, she let
him open her lips with his fingers and slide his cock into the warm, wet cavern of her
mouth. She felt it slither up the length of her tongue, filling her mouth completely with
its fleshy hardness. He held her head firm with his hand wound in her hair and began
to saw into her face viciously, causing her to gag as he rammed it half-way down her
throat, its near full length disappearing between her round ovaled lips. She struggled for
breath, catching small gasps of air on his outstroke.
Oh God! she groaned inwardly as they buffeted her between them like a lowly slave,
using her helpless, defenseless body as a human reservoir into which they would pump
their lewd seething sperm. She felt debased beyond all reason, and that the ravaging of
her body had been going on for a never-ending eternity.
Then, the very helplessness of her position raced through her mind, and the obscene
mental picture of her being fucked at every bodily entrance by three lust-filled men at
the same time, lewdly began to incite her, causing a masochistic hunger to begin
churning in her belly, and a low ecstatic moan escaped from her lips around the cock
fucking into her face. Subconsciously, she began to undulate her buttocks and squeeze
with her cuntal and anal muscles at the hard, thick shafts boring into her.
She found herself sucking more voraciously at the cock in her mouth, her cheeks
hollowing and bloating obscenely with his vicious thrusts, and suddenly delighting in
the exploring of its ridges and wrinkles as her tongue licked wildly at the blood-filled
head, the tip probing hotly into the tiny split at its end. Simultaneously, she felt her
hips moving back and downward against Red's up-thrusting cock raging into her
defenseless rectum, and then ahead and upward to absorb all of Al's ramming prick
into her now excited cunt as all sense of moral decency seemed to blot from her mind
in a sudden wave of erotic and masochistic sensation that was lewdly saturating her
whole being. Nothing registered any longer but the magnificent cocks fucking into her
and she rocked insanely to their rhythmic attack, while she sucked at Rover's prick with
mounting demonical fury.
God, she wanted it to shoot into her mouth... to swallow his cum and feel it dribble
down her throat... to fill her belly with it as those ramming into her cunt and insanely
stretched back passage would fill her there!
Oh God... she could feel Rover's cock swelling in her mouth and she sucked at it
madly. It burst then as he swore vilely, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy,
pungent liquid into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting and she swallowed
to keep from choking on the great continual spurts spewing ceaselessly from it. She
swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around
the ejaculating prick, fearful of losing even a tiny drop of the precious liquid. Small
droplets seeped from the corner of her mouth as Rover fell away from her and his
shrinking member slithered lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of
the white viscid fluid stretching from her lips to his flaccid cock pulling away.
"Oooohhhh... Ooohhhhhh... Yes... Yes!" she chanted hoarsely in the litany of the
enraptured, as she continued to respond in kind to each lunge into her cunt and rectal
entrance. Wild and insane they became, punishing her without mercy, yet, she gave
them back in fury every stroke they delivered into her, until all three began to groan in
an unintelligible maze of feral sexual abandonment.
"Aaaahhh... God, yes! I can feel both of your cocks fucking beautiful inside me! Faster...
please, faster and harder! Oh God yes... harder... fuck harder!" Anita cried out to them,
urging them on now, the thought of having two men raping her at the same time
suddenly driving her toward a whirlwind of cyclonic lust. It seemed to go on forever...
the mounting, exotic bliss of it... the hands gripping and clutching at her as she was
completely and helplessly impaled from above and below. Her brain reeled... nothing
mattered but the tremendous sensations of erotic rapture about to burst inside her.
"Now!" she wailed. "Please... together... cum in me! Fill me! Now! Hurryyyyy! Please
hurryyyyy!"
Suddenly, Red began to mouth obscenities and at that moment Anita felt the hot,
boiling liquid of his sperm shoot deep up into her back passage as her own orgasm
seized her, sending delicious spasms of sensation rocketing through her, and she could
feel every contraction of his horrendous cock as it jerked out its load of hot white cream
deep, deep up into her contracting bowels; then, Al grunted and cursed as she drew her
thighs back as high as she could, her breath heaving from her lungs and his jerking
prick began spewing its thick jets of hot semen far into the depths of her quivering
belly, her own secretions blending and puddling hotly with his, an almost frantic
convulsion of bliss momentarily overwhelming her...
And then, it was done...
For a long moment, their heavy breathing filled the room; finally, Al climbed off her,
his deflated cock slipping feebly from her flooded and still tingling vagina. Surprisingly
gentle, Red lifted her off him, his useless member pulling from her rectum with a wet,
sucking sound, until Anita lay alone on the bed, her legs spread apart obscenely, the
cool air a soothing balm against her ravished loins.
Red stood by the bed looking down at her. "You know," he said, "You're all right, Doll.
That was a helluva fuck you gave us. Too bad you got yourself mixed up with the
wrong people. A girl can get killed that way."
Anita stared at him. "What're you going to do to me, now?" she asked, almost levelly,
her pupils still dilated from the ravishment her naked body had just gone through.
Red grinned. He was not an ugly man, she thought. He said: "Like I told you, we're
supposed to use our discretion... and you played ball... really gave us a time. So... maybe
if you're a good girl... take care of us from now on when we feel the urge, we'll be nice
to you and let you go on living."
Anita stared at them, hardly able to believe her ears. They were dressing now and Red
continued to grin at her. It didn't make sense... not even a little bit...
"I know what you're thinking," Red said, "and I don't blame you. That info you passed
to Archer could have really caused a lot of trouble... had it ever gotten to Albany. But
you see, the Chief figured what you did with it and sent his boy, Warfield, with Archer
tonight. When we left headquarters, they hadn't broken Archer yet about where he had
it stashed, but I don't think it'll take too long."
Anita slowly raised to one elbow, her eyes widening in shocked fear. "I-I don't know
what you mean..." she managed, a cold chill passing over her.
Red chuckled. "Simple, Baby," he said. "Who was with your husband the night he got
his? Archer, right? So... the Chief's tagged him with your late hubby's murder... and
when we left headquarters an hour or so ago, the old man had a pickup out on his wife
as an accomplice. Looks like they were in on it together... But, then, on the other hand,
if Archer is smart enough to turn that information over that you gave him it might go a
little easier on him. See what I mean?"
"That... that's insane" Anita gasped. "David Archer never shot my husband. And
certainly, Marilyn would have nothing to do with it..." Red came close to her, laying his
hand on her naked thigh. He was still grinning. "Police tactics, Doll," he said almost
humorously. "You see, Archer's being noble as hell... refusing to give up the info, so the
Chief figures by laying a little onto that pretty wife of his, he'll shortly be ready to agree
to anything. Know what I mean?"
Anita continued to stare, the full impact of his words reaching her. She was well aware
of the inhuman, brutalness of Lew Devons... she'd been submitted to it too many times
not to know the heinous workings of his demented mind. She could think only of
Kaptain... his constant dog companion... "My God!" she gasped. "That poor girl..." Red
moved his hand along her thigh to the damp silken hair covering her pubic mound.
Savagely, he grasped it in its entirety and began to pull. Anita cried out with the sudden
jolt of agony, tears almost immediately streaming down her cheeks from the intenseness
of the pain.
"Smarten up, cunt," he snarled. "You're alive only by the grace of your cunt and the
way you used it tonight. You want to go on living, then get on the right team.
Understand? Well... do you?"
"Yes! Yes!" Anita wailed, the excruciating pain nearly blinding her... and then, he
loosened his hold and she fell back on the bed, rolling over to bury her face in her
hands, her whole lovely body racked with the convulsive sobs of her mental anguish.
She heard them laughing then... laughing and exchanging lewd remarks as each one
came over to slap her on the behind before leaving... until finally the front door closed
and she was alone.
Oh God... poor David... poor Marilyn... What had she done to them?


Chapter 8

"Why don't you let Jordon and me interrogate the bastard for a few minutes, Chief?"
Sergeant Mace suggested, an evil grin twisting his scarred, hatchet-face.
"No... that won't be necessary," Lew Devons replied, seated comfortably in his swivel
chair behind the massive desk in his office. "I think our noble Detective Archer is going
to be very cooperative before this night's over. Besides, didn't you know that physical
police brutality is outmoded, Mace? Today, we use the psychological approach... more
humane... isn't that right, Archer?"
David said nothing. He was still dazed by the complete reversal his handling of the
situation had brought about. An hour before, at eleven o'clock, he'd returned from
Auburn, come directly to the Chief's suite and laid the incriminating facts before him,
to which the big handsome official had roared with laughter. Resign and turn yourself
in, David had offered him, but Devons, after listening quietly, had merely sneered at
him. Two minutes later, Mace, Jordon, Baxter, even Mark Warfield were surrounding
him, their faces caught in menacing grimaces as they relieved him of his revolver and
badge, handcuffed his wrists behind his back and Chief Devons officially charged him
with the murder of Lieutenant Ken Saddler. Preposterous, but true, and in the course of
the following few minutes it had dawned on David that as ridiculous as it might be, in
Parksburg, Chief Lew Devons could make it stick.
But he wasn't beaten yet, not as long as he still had the damning evidence of the
notebook in Ken Saddler's handwriting safely hidden. They could do whatever they
wanted to him, but he wasn't about to give that up. That was his secret weapon... and
the only chance he had left to beat Devons and the frame-up he was perpetrating...
"I'm going to give you one last chance to make it easy on yourself, Archer," the Chief
advised with narrowed eyes. "I know about the little book Saddler was compiling... a lot
of foolishness, but still it could be annoying to the department if it fell into the wrong
hands. I figure Anita Saddler passed it to you today when you two were enjoying your
little fucking party. Now... you turn that over to me without any trouble and I'll see
what I can do for you with the D.A. Otherwise, it's going to go hard with you, kid...
maybe even the chair. You know, everybody hates a cop, especially one who kills a
brother-cop."
Sergeant Mace sniggered and Devons glared at him.
David said: "I'm entitled to a lawyer before I make any statements... since I've been
officially charged."
Chief Devons broke into a slow grin. "You're a great stickler for rights, ain't you, Kid?
A regular legal brain. They teach you all that crap at college... or are you just naturally
naive?"
Again, Mace sniggered. "Why don't you just let me take him downstairs for awhile,
Chief?
I guarantee he'll tell us where he's stashed the book..."
"Shut up!" Devons barked at the evil-faced Sergeant. Then, to Mark Warfield, he said:
"Okay... I'm through playing games with this brain. Put out a pickup on that little
pussy he's got for a wife."
The order stunned David. He gaped at the big man in disbelief. "That's absurd...
unnecessary and you know it," he snapped angrily. "Marilyn had nothing to do with
this. Why do you have to intimidate her?"
Devons leaned back in his chair, pleased that he'd reached David, and where it would
hurt the most. He grinned. Memories of Marilyn's luscious, soft body and the way he
had sunk his cock into its almost virginal innocence only a few hours before were still
vivid enough to cause his prick to stir in his pants vigorously. He'd hoped to keep her
available for sometime to come, maybe even get a few more grand out of her, but now
that his neck was at stake he was more than willing to sacrifice her. There was always
plenty of cunt at hand, but he had only one neck... and he wasn't kidding himself... it
was going to be in a noose if he didn't get that book... and Marilyn Archer, he figured,
was his key. Finally, he said: "All indications point to your wife being an accomplice to
Saddler's murder, kid. Just no way I can avoid bringing her in and holding her for
questioning..."
"What indications?" David threw at him. "And for what motive?"
Devons continued to smile. "Well now, I haven't quite figured that out yet, Archer...
but I'll think of something."
David could feel the blood pounding in his temples. "Damn you!" he cursed, moving
toward the official, but he never reached him.
Kaptain leaped to his feet with bared teeth and a vicious growl, bringing David up
short. He wasn't fool enough to make the mistake of ignoring the massive animal. He
was well aware of the beast's ferocity and that it would kill at Devons' slightest
command.
"Change your mind, boy?" Lew Devons taunted. Then, he chuckled outright. "Okay,
Mace, take him down to the tombs and lock him up... in Block C where it's nice and
private... and hold the next cell for his pretty little wife. I think we're going to have
quite a party before the night's out..." Marilyn couldn't sleep and made no effort to try.
Once she had cried the last possible tear from her shame-racked body, she undressed,
slipped a wrapper over her nightgown and went into the living room to wait for David.
She had to tell him what she'd done, make a clean breast of it all or she could never live
with herself. And she'd made up her mind to let him know that she was aware of his
infidelity with Anita Saddler, but that she truly understood and forgave him. Had she,
herself, been a wife to him rather than an ambitious, designing woman, none of this
would ever have happened. But it wasn't too late for them, she felt certain of that; there
had to be a new, mutual understanding and forgiveness between them on both of their
parts for their indiscretions, then, they would be able to begin a warm, fresh
relationship together.
These were the things she was thinking when the police came to her. At first, a lump of
dread had immediately formed in her belly at the sight of them, visions of David being
hurt racing through her mind. But then, when they informed her that she was being
taken in for questioning and without giving her time to dress, a new apprehension had
gripped her. They would tell her nothing pertaining to the reason for her arrest, and it
was not until she again sat in Chief Devons' suite-office, holding her thin nylon
wrapper tightly about her throat and staring at the lecherous, handsome face with
shame and fear-filled eyes that she realized both David's and her own plight, and the
desperate measures this despicable monster would sink to save his own skin.
She sat, nearly paralyzed in panic, as Devons enlightened her fully of David's situation
and her own position in the contrived plot. They were completely entrapped, and
however impossible and unreal it all seemed to her, she had a terrible feeling of
certainty that this evil man would, and could, carry out his plan to destroy them and so
extricate himself.
"... Of course," he was saying, "if you were to make your husband understand that
should he turn this little book he has over to me... well, I might be able to reduce the
charge... maybe from murder to manslaughter, or something like that. See what I mean,
Baby?"
"My God... you know David never shot Ken Saddler," Marilyn insisted, her beautiful
young face drawn in fear and anger. "What are you trying to do to us? Haven't you any
mercy whatever in your soul? Or do you even have a soul?"
"Now... you're getting bitter, Mrs. Archer," said Devons, reaching down to pet
Kaptain's great head. "I like you better the way you were earlier when I fucked you... all
loose and sexy, with your ass humping like you were going out of your sluttish mind..."
"Stop it! Damn you, stop!" Marilyn shrilled. "You have no right to talk to me this way!
And you have no right to hold us without our having an attorney..."
"I never saw such goddamned legal brains as you and that husband of yours possess,"
Devons said, shaking his head and coming out of his chair. He moved around the desk
to where she sat and stood looking down at her, grinning. "You know something,
Baby? I've got ten thousand dollars you drew out of the bank today and brought here to
use as a bribe tonight, and that shouldn't be too hard to prove, now should it?
Supposing, I just say that you came here trying to buy your husband's freedom with all
that loot. What do you think a jury'd say to that?"
"But that's not true! That's not why I gave you the money and you know it!"
"Oh...?" The big man continued to grin. "And would you rather tell them why you gave
me the money? To buy your husband a promotion? Was that why David Archer killed
Lieutenant Saddler... so that he could move to his position in the department? The two
of you schemed it together... and then you tried to seduce me as part of the bribe..."
"No! No!" Marilyn exclaimed, her hands going to her throbbing temples and her
wrapper falling partially open to expose the deep valley between her breasts covered
with only the sheerness of her see-through nightie. "It's not true! It's not true and you
know it!"
Lew Devons' lust-filled eyes quickly locked on the soft enticing sight of her firm erect
breasts, the memory of their smooth, hard-nippled fullness causing his big hands to
twitch greedily. Suddenly, he reached down and caught hold of her wrist, jerking her
erect against him.
"You hot little bitch!" he hissed down into her face. "All I have to do is look at you and
I want to fuck you again. Already, you've got my prick jumping like a jack rabbit with a
hot poker up its ass." He hauled her to him roughly and smothered her soft wet lips
with his open mouth. She struggled in revulsive terror, but as before, it was useless. His
big hand yanked her wrapper open and clutched brutally at her tender breasts still
sensitively sore from the earlier bruising of his hands. Then, she tried to knee him in
the groin, but he anticipated the move and twisted in time, cursing her. "You lousy
little cunt!" he hissed and slapped her hard with one hand, as with the other he ripped
the front of her nightgown as if it were tissue paper.
"Oh my God!" Marilyn gasped, trying to cringe from him as he tore the thin covering
entirely from her body until she cowered before him naked for the second time that
night.
"Now, you little bitch," he spat viciously. "You'll do exactly as I tell you to do, or I'm
going to plant the ass of that punk husband of yours right smack in the electric chair!
You understand me?"
Marilyn didn't answer. She was too frightened and too shamed, not to mention the
heartbroken remorse she was filled with at the thought of her beloved David's
completely helpless situation. There was no question in her mind but what this horrible
man intended to do everything he said... and even if David was to give up the book, or
whatever it was, there could be no assurance that Devons wouldn't carry through with
his scheme and destroy them, anyway. He had no word; she'd already learned that... yet
what could she do? What he did to her was no longer of importance, but somehow,
someway, she must make him free David...!
"Wh-What do you want of me?" she heard herself question in an almost final, resigned
voice.
Abruptly, a wicked, salacious leer twisted the big man's face. His tongue shot out of his
mouth and began to lick at his dry lips as he absorbed the delightful contours of her
naked body with lickerish eyes. Bitch, he thought. Fucking, big-titted, innocent young
bitch! Enough to drive a sane man out of his goddamned mind with that body! He
couldn't get enough of her... just couldn't! Again, his hand reached out and clutched at
her firm, youthful breast, angrily squeezing and pinching the nipple until she winced
with the pain.
"First, get down on your knees in front of me," he snarled, grabbing her shoulders and
thrusting downward when she resisted. "Goddamn you, move when I speak to you!"
Marilyn, shoved brutally to the floor from the force of his powerful hands, crouched
before him in spine-chilling terror, unable to cry or hardly think as realization of what
he was going to make her do filled her brain. Dear God! Could she? Never before in
her life had she even considered such a depraved act of taking a man's prick in her
mouth... yet now that David's very existence depended on it, she vowed inwardly that
she could, and would do anything in the world. Yes... yes, she had to try every means
she knew how to save him. Dear God in heaven, she loved him so much.
"Well...? Take out my cock, damnit! What else do you think I want you down there
for?" He entangled his hand in her long, ash-golden hair and twisted cruelly.
She whimpered with the sudden pain and reached forward slowly, hesitantly, afraid that
he might slap her again, while in her mind she kept repeating: I must do this... I must!
For David...! And a spasm of sadistic delight coursed through Devons at the sound of
her whining as she began to fumble with his zipper.
"Hurry up! I haven't got all night, slut!" he barked down at her. "Or maybe you'd just
rather forget the whole thing and let us go ahead burning the ass off that stupid
husband of yours..."
"Oh, no, please..." Marilyn stammered, the mere thought of such a horror sending cold
chills along her spine.
"I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't feel is right..." he taunted, but she
interrupted him.
"God, please don't. I'll do it... I want to do it," she pleaded with him, finally fumbling
his huge fleshy instrument free to burst through the opened fly of his trousers.
"You want to do what?" he put to her quickly.
"You... you know... what I'm going to do," she faltered, knowing what he wanted her to
say.
"What? Say it, bitch! What do you want to do?"
"Oh... Oh," Marilyn whimpered. "I can't... I can't..."
"Say it, or I'll slap you silly!" he growled.
"S-Suck it..." she moaned in her debasement.
"Suck what?"
"Oh... damn you...! Your cock! I want to suck your cock! There! Is that what you
wanted to hear?"
Devons chuckled licentiously. "Well open your mouth and get at it, then, bitch!" he
sneered. "Get at it before I change my mind and turn Mace and Jordon loose with the
rubber hose on that brain you're married to."
Again, Marilyn's eyes raised to him pleadingly, and then she wrapped her hand around
the familiar, thick hardened rod of flesh and Devons shoved his hips forward causing it
to skin back until the smooth red-fleshed head popped from the heavy foreskin, a scant
few inches from her dreading lips.
"Well...? You know what to do with it, Mrs. Archer!" the police chief taunted sharply.
"Rub it around your lips, then lick it clean from top to bottom. It's still got some of
your dried cunt cum on it."
The nauseating thought almost caused Marilyn to gag; she was certain she could now
smell her own bodily odor emitting from it. Oh, God, she could never do it...! But then,
she remembered David... steeled herself, and moved her lips forward. Automatically,
her tiny pink tongue came out and she licked down the full length of the rigid shaft,
sickened once more by the thought of her mouth being used as a helpless receptacle of
lust for this evil man, and the repulsive thought eventually of his lewd sperm being
pumped down her unwilling throat. For surely, he would expect her to swallow his
filthy semen... and she would probably choke and be sick at her stomach...
"All right, that's enough of that. Now, suck it," he grinned salaciously.
Strangely enough, the taste was no where near as horrid as she had anticipated, but
merely a pungent, salty tang, and that mostly of her own self. She parted her lips,
opening her mouth to slide them along and over the hardened rubbery head, along the
full length of her tongue, the tiny drops of seepage from it filling the warm cavern of
her mouth with its warm piquancy.
Devons groaned above her bobbing head and began a slow undulation with his hips,
sliding his thick lust-inflated cock in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound,
guided by his big hand now ensnarled in her hair. He watched the puffing of her cheeks
beneath him as her head bobbed on the end of his prick with reluctant subservience,
and he shoved the throbbing shaft between her ovaled, clasping lips bluntly. His grin
widened with each thrust into her trapped face, and she groaned in degraded
submission between his legs. What she needed was a little stimulant, he decided
gleefully. Something to spur her on and excite her a bit.
"Wait a minute," he ordered, pushing her face back off his prick, and while she raised
her eyes to look up at him in fresh fear, Devons began to remove his trousers. "We
might just as well all enjoy this," he said, dropping down onto the floor and lying back,
naked now from his hairy belly down.
Marilyn watched in new revulsion as he spread his legs obscenely, exposing his haircovered 
crotch with its massive, upthrusting staff of thick flesh and the huge sac of his
balls hanging beneath.
"Okay, come on, Mrs. Archer. Get between my legs on all fours with your ass high in
the air."
Marilyn moved in a semi-stupor, afraid to disobey, not allowing herself to think unless
she completely lose her mind. Numbly, she assumed the lewd position as he directed,
lowering her head over his loins. Once more, she took the huge cudgel into her hand
and slipped her saliva filled mouth down over it.
"Now, spread your legs farther apart," Devons ordered, and she did, but for what
purpose except to sate his ogling lust, she couldn't imagine. "That's fine, Baby... now,
you're in for a treat. Kaptain! Up boy! Up! It's your turn too!"
Marilyn tensed at the sound of the animal's name, but fearfully continued her forced
perverted act in limited, unknowledgeable motions, wanting only to get the despicable
ordeal over with as soon as possible.
"Behind, Kaptain! Behind!" Devons ordered and Marilyn saw from the corner of her
eye the great beast padding silently behind her.
Suddenly, she heard him growl menacingly, and her blood seemed to ice in her veins as
she felt something cold and wet between her buttocks... then, moving downward toward
the completely defenseless slit of her upraised vagina. She stiffened and jerked at the
spasmodic, cold, wet touches against her sensitive genitals, but when the animal
growled warningly once more, she realized it was his nose... My God! What further vile
act of degradation was this? He was sniffing her as if she were another animal... a bitch
dog in heat! Abruptly, she lifted her face up off Devons' cock and the latter caught her
roughly by the hair.
"You make one crazy move and Kaptain'll take a chunk out of your ass the size of a
baseball," the Chief warned. "He doesn't like it when his mates are frigid. Now you get
back to sucking that prick, Baby, before I lose my temper entirely."
Marilyn choked back a scream of utter repulsion and lowered her head obediently to
the head of Devons' huge, throbbing organ, encompassing it with her lips in a reluctant
half-measure, while from behind her she heard the first lustful whines coming from
Kaptain's throat. She moaned again around the hard rod of flesh in her mouth as his
cold, searching nose suddenly rubbed wetly against her tiny, cringing anus.
My God! My God! What's he going to do to me! she groaned helplessly.
A split second later, she knew. His tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down
the crevice surrounding her snug little rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer
fleshy anal ring. She waggled her buttocks uncontrollably at the taunting torment and
heard the brute's responsive growl. A shudder passed over her as she realized she must
remain still... not displease him. Again, the long length of wet flesh touched her and she
felt him beginning to lap greedily at the opened, tight fissure between her wide spread
thighs. He ran his tongue wetly through her crotch, from the tightly puckered little
anus up over the fluted pink edges of her pussy, reaching to the tiny jerking bud of her
clitoris. My God, his thick tongue spread through the soft, sparsely fleeced vaginal lips
like a keen blade through soft, unresisting flesh. It laved relentlessly between her wide
spread thighs, pausing only occasionally to lunge in a curl deeply into her. Oh God...
she couldn't believe what was taking place, or the effect it was having on her. A brief,
lewd vision of the man whose cock was in her mouth, buried with his face in her open
cunt earlier this very night, flashed through her brain, and sudden, prurient sensations
raced across her belly from her loins and up to the very tips of her swelling breasts.
Oh... oh God! What was happening to her? She had to remember her husband! David
was her reason for performing this vile and debasing act! She mustn't forget... mustn't
lose sight...
But then, she groaned aloud as Kaptain's relentlessly probing tongue shot up the moist
channel of her vagina as if trained for such a purpose... shot up her like a squirming
little reptile, ravishing her upthrust vaginal orifice mercilessly. Unfeasible, wild, galvanic
sensations burst inside her and she found herself humming and purling loudly around
Devons' prick in her mouth.
The big man had waited patiently. He had known it would come. None of the bitches
he'd ever submitted to Kaptain could resist him for long... even his stupid, lush of a
wife. The goddamned brute was a bigger lecher than he, himself. Devons could sense
the change taking place in her; Kaptain was firing her up like a boiler. She'd begun to
suck to please herself, running her tongue exploring around and around the now
slipping, lubricated head, and flicking her tongue-tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of
the moist glans, and right away he knew it wasn't going to be long before he shot his
load into her throat... a piece of sex he was convinced she still was a virgin at.
Marilyn couldn't resist the sudden delicious thrill of Devons'... or any man's cock... in
her mouth if it had been right at that moment. Kaptain, behind her, his tongue lashing
teasingly up through the open furrow of her tight cunt all the way to her rectum in
never ending delight, was introducing her to a world of rapture she couldn't believe
possible. Within her loins was building an insane pressure that could only mean one
thing... ultimate ecstasy!
Devons watched with lustful eyes as Marilyn's soft, wet mouth clasped greedily around
his growing white prick sawing upward into her face. The thin, tensile rim of her lips
clung to it as though held there by some unseen force. He grinned salaciously as he
fucked her mouth and watched her, now passion-contorted, face suck and lick his
hardened cock as if it were some new phenomenon she had never before been exposed
to. She'd taken both hands to cup and squeeze his balls, and he could see his thick,
white fluid dribbling from the corners of her mouth in tiny rivulets as she suddenly
seemed to revel in the debasement he had subjected her to, a masochistic light gleaming
in her desire-glazed eyes.
Devons was beginning to wonder if he wasn't becoming mesmerized himself by her
lascivious, demonical attack. She was drawing at his expanding cock like a wanton
whore, and the thick, pummeling instrument seemed to disappear into a sensual,
lengthened fusion of her face and his shaft, as he rammed upward with hollowing
buttocks, driving it far into her mouth and throat, until his pubic hair was brushing at
the tip of her lovely nose, while his balls danced beneath in a bloating buildup of
pressure.
Marilyn had begun to pray inwardly... pray to some pagan god that the magnificent
animal-lover behind her would lick her to completion, for she was afire with flames of
lewd passion that were about to consume her. All thoughts of purpose or reason had
left her; only the obscene desire at her lust-maddened loins existed... her cunt being so
delectably licked by this proud, noble beast, and the ever-expanding, beautiful cock in
her mouth. The mere thought of it suddenly ejaculating, spurting its white, thick sperm
into her throat had already begun to set her wild with anticipation. She wanted it! Had
to have it shooting into her mouth and throat, filling her belly! She wondered if it
would be warm... hot, perhaps, like the feel of his great balls in her hands at that very
moment? Oh God... there'd never been a time of elation like this in her whole young
life...!
Lew Devons stared at the beautiful, golden haired bitch in disbelief, the length of his
mighty prick almost completely absorbed into her mouth and throat. Great whirlpools
of sensation were mounting deep, deep in his balls and loins as he watched her face
working over his sweating pelvis. He saw little rivers of perspiration running in thin
drops from the sides of her luscious body as she strained over him like any other whore
he'd ever known. The muscles of his belly, chest and thighs were as taut as steel bands.
He arched his back, shoving his pulsating rod even further up between her moist,
wildly sucking lips, and watched the thin pink ridges of flesh pulling from her mouth as
her lips clung voraciously to his thrusting cock, driving him on.
He stiffened and began to groan uncontrollably, over and over again, his mouth
twisting crazily with incoherent sounds spluttering from between clenched teeth.
And then, it was there! He gasped! The time was now, and a vile, guttural oath came
forth as he sensed the hot, sticky sperm begin its insane rush from the vast reservoir of
his balls to squirt in hot, pressured streams into her warm, sucking mouth. Her cheeks
expanded and hollowed as she swallowed the teeming, flooding gushes spewing from
him to keep from choking. She continued to pull hungrily with her lips as he watched
and emptied his white, seething semen into her clasping lips.
Crudely, his hands tangled in her long, blonde hair and she moaned subserviently as he
held her head slave-like to the convulsions of his pumping loins, and he rammed his
still spurting organ to the depths of her tonsils. She coughed sporadically while she
swallowed in rapid gulps to regain her breathing. Then, he grunted out his last spurts
in final fulfillment, and slowly the monstrous prick deflated in her mouth, even as she
continued her sucking, vacuuming every last drop of his warm, slippery fluid from his
limp, deflating cock, while Kaptain carried on at her cunt with his wild, hungry
tonguing performance.
When she had sucked and licked him dry to his satisfaction, and she still remained at
the very threshold of her own orgasm, Lew Devons pushed her away and abruptly
ordered Kaptain to stop.
Marilyn looked up in whimpering need, thin strings of his semen covering her lips and
delicate chin as Kaptain obediently, if reluctantly, backed away from her and moved
over beside the desk to lie down.
"Oh no! My God... I was almost there! Please... please... just another minute..."
"Shut up, pig!" Devons snarled, getting to his feet around her and pulling on his shorts
and trousers. And as he did this, he glared down at her, his face broadening in a wicked
grin. "You know something, cunt...? You're no different than any of the rest... maybe a
little more stuck-up... but just a bitch... another fuck hole."
Marilyn stared up at him blankly at first, his vicious words finally reaching her, and as
they registered in their full meaning, she threw herself forward onto the floor and
began to sob, unmindful of her nakedness. His leering face had spoken more than his
words. What he'd said was true and suddenly she realized it. She was nothing but a
bitch! A whore! A she-animal... not even worthy of the gallant Kaptain. In her own
selfish, lewd desire, she'd succumbed to the pleasures of the flesh, while her beloved
David was in danger of losing his very life over what he felt was right. She had failed
him again. Oh... dear God... what was to become of her?
"Don't worry, cunt... you'll get all the fucking and licking you want this night, and then
some," Chief Devons sneered down at where she lay on the floor. "Plenty of cocks to
suck, too." He chuckled lewdly. "We're just beginning, Baby. Now, you go down to the
tombs where some of the boys... and maybe even Kaptain'll take another crack at you. I
think once your precious husband sees that, he'll be ready to tell me where he's hidden
the book... don't you?"


Chapter 9

When Chief Devons, with Kaptain behind him, and Sergeant Mace escorted Marilyn
down to Cell Block C, David was nearly out of his mind with anger and remorse. She
was wearing only a thin little nylon robe, indicating they must have taken her right out
bed, forcing her to accompany them without even letting her dress. He watched in
bitter shock as they shoved her into the next cell to him and she moved as if she were
in the throes of a dazed coma, hardly acknowledging his presence through the bars that
separated them.
"Marilyn darling... have they hurt you?" he questioned anxiously, his hands clutching
tightly to the bars and his face pressed between them.
"I-I'm all right, David," she managed, looking at him pitifully and biting at her lower
lip. "Oh God, Darling... whatever it is they want... give it to them and... and maybe
they'll let us go..." David grunted a mirthless little laugh; he knew what his chances of
getting out of there alive were, especially if he were to give up the notebook to Devons.
He would have nothing left to fight with then. At least, they had a chance now. "I'm
sorry, Honey, but I can't do that. Just hold tight and don't worry... they can't harm you.
They wouldn't dare."
"Oh God, David," she moaned. "You don't understand..." Devons moved closer to the
bars of David's cell. "Your wife is using her head, Archer. Why don't you do the same
and give me the book. You're smart enough to know you can't beat me in this town."
"Go to hell!" David spat. "You'll get what's coming to you, Devons. I'll see to that... and
I warn you, if you harm one hair of her head..." Devons ignored him, turning away and
looking at Mace who still held to Marilyn's wrist. He gave a slight nod to the scar-faced
police sergeant and David saw the twisted expression of lust contort the latter's half
smirking countenance. Suddenly, Mace moved to the cot in the corner of the small cell
and jerked the thin mattress off to the center of the floor, and as David continued to
watch in mounting horror, Mace brutally tore the wrapper from his wife's soft white
body and pushed her roughly down onto the mattress where she lay completely naked,
her beautiful, voluptuous flesh entirely exposed to their salacious, lust-filled eyes.
"Goddamn you, Devons!" David screamed at him. "I'll kill you for this! I swear it! I'll
kill both of you!"
Chief Devons glared at him in disgust. "Where's the notebook, Archer? Give it up and
I'll think about letting your wife go free."
"Let us have a lawyer and I'll consider giving up the book," David replied.
"You think I'm that dumb?" Devons sneered.
"No soap, kid. Either you give up the book now, or your wife pays the consequences."
David bit savagely at his lip until he could taste the saltiness of his own blood.
Desperately, he clung to the bars.
"Well?" prodded Devons, and when David still didn't answer, the Chief turned to
where Mace stood waiting above the cringing girl who lay with her thighs squeezed
tightly together and her arms crossed, barely able to cover her full erect breasts as she
hopelessly tried to conceal her most intricate naked parts from the probing, licentious
eyes of the evil man above her. In abject despair, she glanced once more at the agonized
face of her tortured husband... and then she saw Jordon and Baxter enter her cell and
stare lewdly down at her.
"All right, boys," Devons ordered, "fuck her... anyway you like. We'll see just how long
it'll be before her stupid, devoted husband tells us what we want to know."
"Oh God, no... please," Marilyn begged. "David... David...!"
"Hold her," Mace said to Baxter and Jordon as he began to strip. "I'm going to enjoy
fucking the living shit out of this sexy little bitch."
"You dirty filthy bastards!" David swore viciously at them, tears beginning to stream
down his cheeks as he watched the two men, each, take one of her arms and pin it to
the mattress on either side of her shoulders, while simultaneously, with their free hands
they began to fondle and squeeze her lovely, tender breasts, tweaking and pinching at
their tiny pink nipples until they burst into painful hardness. Then, Mace was naked
and David saw his thick, mean spear of flesh jutting long and angry from his lean, hairy
loins, and as he watched in raging horror, he saw Mace drop to his knees and roughly
grasp his wife's slender ankles, yanking them apart to expose the thin pink-split in her
golden, hair-lined crotch. "Goddamn you! I'll kill everyone of you for this! I swear to
God I will...!"
But the lust-driven men were too engrossed with Marilyn's lush white body to hear the
threats and cries of her husband. Mace crawled slowly up between the smooth, shapely
legs, his eyes locked greedily on the sensuous sight of the thin, coral slit separating the
puffy hair-sprinkled flanges of her cunt, and lewdly he kneeled up, pushing her helpless
soft thighs farther apart and slightly upward, while Marilyn watched and responded in
stark, revulsive antipathy, completely helpless before him.
"Oh God, don't... please don't," she begged, even knowing her pleas were useless.
"David! David! Stop them... dear God!" Oh... why didn't he help her... how could he let
them do these vile things to her...?
Suddenly, she felt the thick, turgid head of Mace's lust hardened organ parting the soft
curls of pubic hair and being guided up and down through her tight slit, the immediate
contact of the hard, swollen nob with her own soft inner-flesh causing a combination of
further loathing, but mixed with a carnal little tingle that rippled over her naked belly.
And then, without further preliminaries he brought the throbbing tip to the small,
elastic mouth of her vagina and dropped his hips with a force that sent his shaft
plunging into her, spearing the tight resisting walls of her unwanting and unready
channel in wavelets of moist, velvety flesh before it, the full, stone-hard length of it
racing into her belly until she felt his heavy balls slap solidly into the cleft of her
buttocks.
"Aauuuggghhhh!" she gasped, his wicked thrust taking her breath away and
telegraphing a sharp pain from the depths of her delicate, contracting belly to her brain.
Mercilessly, he withdrew and rammed again, and again, immediately establishing a
rhythm of satisfaction to himself.
The agony was like tiny explosions of gunpowder inside her, searing the soft, sensitive
flesh as his thundering rod widened the tight, narrow passage with each battering
stroke, and she groaned in painful degradation beneath him.
David was like a caged animal. Tears streamed down his craggy face and desperately he
clutched and rattled the bars in a futile display of enraged hatred at the despicable sight
of the outrageous defilement of his beautiful and helpless wife. Continuously, he
screamed, cursed and threatened them, but only Chief Devons paid him any mind.
"Where've you hidden the notebook, Archer?"
"No! No, I won't tell you that, Devons... damn you!"
"Don't be a fool, Archer. Think of your wife."
"She's all I am thinking of... and you're going to have to kill me, Devons," David spat
at him. "Because if I ever get out of here..."
"Where's the notebook?"
"Go to hell!"
Angrily, Lew Devons turned back to the lurid rape taking place on the mattress. Mace
had thrust her smooth white thighs up and down until her knees were crushing her
breasts, and from where he stood, Devons could see the Sergeant's long, thick prick
sink deeply into the fleshy pink folds of her tightly clasping cunt. It looked to him now
as if her early moments of pain had passed, for the expression on her face was slowly
changing to one of desire, whether she wanted it or not.
Mace's rapid, deep thrusts into her expanding, moistened vagina soon revived Marilyn's
near-orgasm that Kaptain's tongue had instigated only a short time before, and
suddenly, her body, as though it were entirely disassociated from her resisting mind,
began an involuntary reaction. Lewd flames of passion had returned to lick through her
veins and she was fast losing any will to fight against the physical rapture. Her control
was leaving her and in spite of her mental repugnance and horror, she knew she was
about to surrender totally to this cock that was so deliciously pummeling the very
sanctuary of her womb. The mere thought sent chills of lewd carnality racing the length
of her spine as she felt the increased rhythm of Mace's shaft skewering wetly into her.
"Hold it," Devons interrupted them. "Let's turn her over... get her up on her knees. See
if we can expedite this thing a little bit, eh? You, Baxter, get your pants off. The
reluctant husband here would like to watch his loving wife suck you off while Mace
fucks her from behind. How does that sound to you, Archer?"
David could only stare at his evil grinning face, while his brain reeled with the shocking
abomination of the cruel ravishment. Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help being
amazed at Marilyn's almost immediate resigned acceptance to her lewd defilement, the
look even at that moment on her face as Mace kneeled up behind her, anything but
that of a frigid girl. Christ! He could almost believe that she was beginning to enjoy it!
Good God, was it possible?
He gaped in stunned incredulity as Mace's thick, rampaging cock suddenly disappeared
with a furious lunge right up his lovely Marilyn's defenseless cunt, his loins smacking
solidly against the soft white spheres of her wide-spread buttocks thrust back and
upward at him. He saw her heavy, full breasts dancing and swaying beneath her as their
resilient smooth flesh rippled and jounced with Mace's every jack-hammer plunge into
her. Then, to David's further horror, Baxter had grabbed her head in a vice-like grip
and was forcing his long filthy prick between her tender, wet lips. Dear Jesus! It was
unbelievable... for... for... she wasn't resisting, but instead he could see her cheeks
actually bloating and hollowing in a tiny sucking motion while simultaneously her
buttocks had begun to waggle back at the other's cock in wild, hungry little gyrations.
She was sucking Baxter and fucking Mace willingly! She was enjoying it!
"Well, Archer? Where's the notebook?" Devons threw at him, interrupting his
nightmarish, hypnotic state. "You might better tell me. It's only going to get worse as
we go along."
Suddenly, David felt completely at loss. He couldn't stand any more of this obscene
ravishment of his beautiful Marilyn... especially now that she had lost complete control
of her body. Again, he stared in unbelief at her sucking mouth clasped tightly around
Baxter's thrusting prick, while Mace pummelled her cunt from behind with furious
untamed strokes and she continued to wave and pound her upraised buttocks
salaciously back at him.
"Well... where is it?" Devons persisted.
David shook his head in hopeless despair. It was no good. He couldn't take anymore!
"In... In the patrol car we... we took to Auburn," he said finally. "Y – You'll find it
taped to the back of the dashboard. Now... for God's sake, stop them, will you, and let
my wife out of here?"
Devons broke into a slow grin. "Don't be in a hurry, kid. I've got to be sure you're not
lying to me. Besides... the boys haven't shot their loads up in her little belly yet." Then,
he turned to Jordon and said: "You heard him. Go find the book and bring it to me."
"Aw Chief, let me fuck the little wench first..." Jordon pleaded.
"Get out of here and bring me back that notebook!" Devons ordered.
Reluctantly, he obeyed while David stared at the big lawman. "It's there," he assured
him. "I'm not lying to you! Now, damnit, stop them...!"
"I told you, kid, the boys haven't cum yet, and they might give her a kid to be proud
of." Devons leered at him. "Now that'd be a real dirty trick to pull on them, wouldn't it.
Especially when your little wife's enjoying it so much herself. Hell, look at her go. She's
sucking Baxter almost as good as she did when I had her brought in. And I know what
a tight little cunt she's got, because I fucked her earlier tonight, myself." Evilly, the
police official continued to grin at his helpless prisoner, while at the same time he
stroked the head of Kaptain. "You know something, Archer? I don't think you've been
taking very good care of that little bitch at all."
David lunged at the bars, reaching between them in a futile effort to grab Devons, but
the big man had backed off with ease, and Kaptain's spontaneous charge at the
extended arm toward his master caused David to jerk back just in time.
"You filthy bastard!" David cursed, as once more tears of rage trickled down his face at
the realization of the mistake he had made. In a weak moment, and in an effort to save
Marilyn's further shame and degradation, he had told him what he had wanted to
know... given up his only chance of convicting this man... betrayed Anita Saddler's
confidence... and even worse, turned over the evidence that Ken Saddler had given his
life for.
And there'd be no mercy; he realized that now, too late, as with tortured eyes he turned
to witness the never-ending violation of his beloved wife who was being hopelessly
debauched at both ends of her soft, supple body.
Marilyn, in the heat of her rising, uncontrollable passion, had lost all sense of
surroundings, aware only of the increased vigor in the thrusts pounding the depths of
her cunt from behind and the naked hips crushing up tighter and tighter into her face.
She could feel the cock that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin tensing in great
trembling movements and the hands pressing against her cheeks grip harder. His pelvis
closed in on her until she was certain he was trying to push his cock all the way down
her throat to meet the other coming up deep in her belly. She was near-suffocating, and
choked groans of protest tumbled from her lips around the pistoning shaft only to be
muffled by the continuous brutal thrusts. She heard him mouth an oath and ram it far
into her mouth, until the tiny strands of pubic hair at the base of his wildly-thrusting
prick pressed tauntingly against her nose.
"Suck it, you cunt!" Baxter groaned. "Suck it hard, damn you! I'm cumming! I'm
cuummmmiiinnnggg!"
Abruptly, her mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot, white liquid that raged down
her desperately swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire. She fought for breath as she
gulped with sexual hunger at the thick, viscous fluid wildly ejaculating from the jerking
prick driven to the depths of her constricting tonsils. And then, as suddenly as it had
erupted in her mouth, the spurting organ began to lose its rigidity and she could feel it
slipping wetly from her still sucking lips. She was able to catch her breath again and ran
her tongue over her slippery, sperm-covered lips, ensnaring the last of the tiny
remaining droplets of semen that had trickled there from the corners of her mouth.
At the same time, she was aware of the delicious assault on her cunt and the almost
peaked sensations screaming within her belly for release. She buffeted back against the
driving cock furiously, small pleading mewls of passion emitting from her throat. She
was very near... almost there!
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she chanted, her hips forcing themselves back as the plunging fleshy
rod hammered insanely into her unresisting and receptive channel. She couldn't
remember even feeling more wanton than at that very moment, and her body contorted
and convulsed as if she wanted to show the forgotten and hazy image of David, her
husband, just how wild she had become. And behind her, she knew, that Mace, too,
was ready. She could hear him gasping and panting, faster and faster, as he forced her
thighs so wide with his knees that she was almost flat on the mattress... but the pain
didn't matter... nothing mattered any longer except that she reach her climax.
In a minute...! It was cumming! Soon! Soon...! And then, she heard Mace blurt
something unintelligible and felt his loins jerk convulsively against the flatness of her
upraised buttocks. He was cumming! Oh God... and she couldn't! Not yet! Ooohhhh...!
"No! No! Wait... please!" she whimpered as his load of hot, swirling cream gushed into
her belly and she ground her buttocks tightly back against his pelvis to stop the flow,
but her very action defeated her desperate purpose. The nibbling clasp of her pussy
milked it dry and the last drop of his hot sperm sloshed around deep inside her womb...
and then he fell away from her, his limp penis slipping uselessly from her still
palpitating vagina.
While David watched in sickened anguish the incredible wanton performance of his yet
unsated wife, Jordon returned and handed the incriminating little notebook to Devons.
Quickly, the big man took it, examined it, and with a triumphant smile, struck a match
to its open edges.
"And that takes care of that," he gloated, watching the pained expression of defeat on
David Archer's face. "Now, to the other business at hand. Go ahead, Jordon... fuck the
bitch before she goes out of her mind.
Helplessly, David gaped at Marilyn still kneeling on all fours, incessant whimpers
tumbling from her lips in her unfulfilled need, her buttocks high in the air, her face
resting on the mattress as she seemed to wait in desperate anticipation for her next
ravager to fill her throbbing pussy. Then, Jordon had dropped his pants and was
kneeling up behind her in the fashion of Mace before him, but all of a sudden, a fierce
growl from Kaptain caused him to freeze in his movements.
"Better get out of the way, Jordon," Devons ordered with a chuckle. "Looks like Kaptain
wants a taste of that tight little pussy."
Jordon didn't hesitate as the big animal moved in on him with bared fangs, but quickly
got out of the way, holding to his trousers and with his prick still in his hand.
"Oh my God! No! No!" David cried, but once more no one paid him any mind. They
were all too taken with the obscene spectacle about to take place, and as he gaped he
saw the animal mounting the spread moons of Marilyn's soft white buttocks, paws
wrapping around her waist as if she were truly a bitch of his breed. He could see the
glistening, scarlet penis slipping from its huge sheath, dripping freely while the tapered
point jerked and danced in the hot damp slit as the brute quivered and lurched its hind
quarters, endeavoring to bury the pink, lean tip and the thickened shaft into her body.
Half sobbing in her desire now, Marilyn looked back, shifting her quaking round asscheeks 
in an attempt to capture the lengthening animal prick.
Like a bitch in heat, David thought frantically, as she strove to swallow the long, 
coralhued organ into her voracious, grasping vagina. But the hard tip missed, slid up to find
the momentarily relaxed anus, and David's breath caught in his throat as the almost
needle-point of the ever-growing rod shot into the exposed little puckered hole with a
fury, disappearing right up her un-expecting passage almost to his dangling, black balls.
"Auuugggghhhhhh!" Marilyn grunted in confused pain, and with a twisting lurch tried
to shake the impaling rod of animal flesh out of her invaded rectum, but to little avail,
for as she grunted and strained to free herself of the intrusion, Kaptain's fierce growl
filled her ears while his hairy fore-paws clutched savagely at her waist, and he began to
pump into her.
"Jesus Christ! He's got it right up her ass!" Mace exclaimed.
"Yeah," said Devons excitedly, his lust-incited eyes fastened on the long dog-prick
sawing in rapid feral thrusts into her tight, expanded, pink hole. "I'd like to see
anybody try to take her from him now. She's his bitch and he'd kill for her."
David continued to hold, then release, his breath, as did the rest of the spectators who
stood lewdly mesmerized, watching the massive dog bucking frenziedly at the now
moaning girl's lovely trembling buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto the last
remaining inches of the still growing shaft of his mighty, glistening prick. And to his
sickened amazement, David felt his own cock jerk with unwanting lust at the lurid sight
of the huge beast romping forward, burrowing his giant cudgel deep up into the
squirming, grasping asshole of his helplessly kneeling wife.
Marilyn hung on a mental plane of unbelievable pleasure-pain. At first, the vicious
invasion had nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony of the massive shaft
bursting into her, pushing the rubbery, resistant flesh of her anal passage before it, until
in seconds he had ground it all the way up inside the warm, constricting depths of her
rectum. And as he continued to piston into the softness of her upturned buttocks, she
could feel his animal balls swing hard down against the open lips of her vagina below.
She was impaled to the hilt on his sodomizing cock and suddenly reveling
masochistically in its depraved possession of her virginal asshole.
She breathed a moan from her lust-twisted mouth and she began to move rhythmically
backward to meet Kaptain's superb, panting thrusts. His forelegs clung to her hips like
powerful furry arms and she began to undulate her body, rotating her buttocks in lewd,
concentric circles, abandoning herself to the ecstatic pleasure of the animal-fucking this
beautiful beast was pounding into her from the rear. She wished there was some way
she could watch it disappearing inside her, but she could only visualize and the mere
thought of their unnatural coupling sent licentious exultation soaring through her
maddened, debauched body. She saw her large, taut breasts dancing tightly beneath her
writhing, perspiring torso, moving in cadence with the delightful, rampaging, animal
prick that was growing, growing... ever growing inside her entire passage to her belly.
She visualized it sliding deeper, deeper into the forever stretched mouth of her clasping
anus from behind, a relentless, steaming shaft of glistening flesh lunging into her.
Suddenly, with one hand, she reached down between her legs and dipped her fingers
into the throbbing blonde triangle of her pubic hair, and beyond into the open wet slit
of her cunt, feeling it palpitate against their tips. With a groan she sunk one finger into
the viscous moistened mouth. Her breath hitched in her throat at the added sensation,
and she could feel the massive animal cock ramming into her through the thin wall
dividing her vagina and rectum, pounding in and out of her as she buffeted her
quivering buttocks back against it. But the fire in her loins increased and her cunt
demanded more than the single finger trying to feed its lewd hunger. She inserted
another and yet another, cramming them into the wetness of her seething vagina in
rhythm with the huge shaft fucking into her asshole.
"Oh... Oh... Oh God! Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass like that!" Marilyn panted back to
Kaptain as she pummelled her fingers into her vagina and tried to spread her thighs
even farther apart to this perverted invasion of her genitals. "Ohhhhh... yes... it's
wonderful! Fuck harder! Harder! Fill my belly with your hot cum! Fill me! Fill me!"
In her passion, Marilyn felt like an animal herself. She was a writhing mass of sweating,
lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be subjugated. She was reveling in the humiliation of
being ass-fucked by a panting brute, and she ground her buttocks back against his
hairy, bucking body like the bitch she felt she'd become. She sensed the tiny rivulets of
moisture building in the wide-spread crevice between her ass-cheeks and felt them
trailing down the backs of her thighs, while the mounting pressure in her belly and
loins signaled that her rising orgasm was close to explosion.
David was nearly out of his mind from the sight of the horrifying depravity taking place
before him, yet, simultaneously, his cock had grown into an aching hardness that
threatened to rip away the front of his trousers. And then, suddenly, he saw Marilyn's
mouth pop open in a muffled scream as she began to toss her head from side to side
wildly, her long ash-blonde hair flailing and whipping about her shoulders. He realized
then that she was in the beginning throes of orgasm, and he gaped as she screwed her
buttocks back salaciously against the dog like a rutting bitch. The giant animal's tongue
hung loosely from his mouth as he fucked into the waving ass from behind. Saliva
dripped from it onto the coated film of sweat covering her back. Again, she screamed
and rammed back against the animal insanely, just as he jerked forward and his cock
began spitting its sperm in hard jet-like spurts deep into her clasping rectum.
Suddenly, Marilyn's white rounded buttocks began contracting uncontrollably,
indicating the orgiastic upheaval deep in her own quivering belly, and thick white liquid
oozed out around of her throbbing cunt, while her asshole squeezed and milked the
prick of the dog, forming thin trickles of the viscid fluid to run in obscene rivulets
down the ivory columns of her soft, inner thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying
soaked pubic hair and open pink flesh as she pitched forward onto her face, exhausted,
and the rapidly deflating cock of the great dog slipped from her ravaged back passage,
and then he stepped over her body to stand nobly above her, facing the watching
humans, a deep, possessive growl emitting from his throat. He was protecting and
guarding his new-found mate!
"Christ!" David exclaimed at the sight... but abruptly, all hell seemed to break loose as
men in uniform charged into the cell block with raised weapons.
David could hardly believe his eyes. State Troopers... and with them, Jessica Devons!
"That's him, officers!" she said, pointing to her husband. "He's your man, the indirect
murderer of Lieutenant Ken Saddler, and the boss of the filth and corruption this city
has been subjected to all these years... and I've got the damning evidence to prove it!
Arrest him!"
David saw the look of vile hatred warp the big man's face as he stared at his accusing
wife, and then the trapped gleam of fright that rapidly followed as Devons pushed his
cohorts to one side, barked an order at Kaptain while he reached in his pocket for a
revolver and grabbed Marilyn's wrist, trying to jerk her to her feet at the same time.
He had intended to use her as a shield, but his attempt was never accomplished.
Devons screamed as Kaptain bared his fangs and leaped savagely upon the police chief,
another half-choked cry of horror escaping him as he tried to protect himself from the
ripping, shredding teeth of the enraged, kill-trained beast. But he was no match for the
sudden ferociousness of the great animal, and David heard Marilyn's scream as Kaptain
lunged at Devons' throat and the blood began to spurt in great gushes from the gaping
wound that suddenly appeared there...


Chapter 10

David sat leisurely relaxing beside the pool of their new home in Grover-Heights. He
wore only swimming trunks and the summer sun was just pleasantly warm on his chest
and legs. It pleased him to be so luxuriously at rest and at the same time, able to ogle
the bikini-covered bodies of his voluptuous young wife and their supple, pretty,
widowed neighbor, Anita Saddler. The two girls lay face down on the deck, their
exquisite buttocks, slender waists and long, shapely legs demanding his attention
alternatingly. It was a hell of a sensual sight to behold, he thought, smiling to himself as
he sipped at a gin sling... but even a better one at night when they all occasionally
climbed into bed together.
It amazed him how Marilyn had taken to the idea when he'd suggested it, after they'd
finally found themselves and learned what love was really all about. But then, a devil of
a lot of things about Marilyn had amazed him this past month... like her calling Mama
and telling her she was all wet about sex; then, simply walking right out and drawing
enough of her inheritance money from the bank to buy this house... whether he liked it
or not. Well, he didn't blame her; she was entitled to whatever she wanted after the
horror Devons had put her through... but secretly, he realized, that had it not happened
just as it had, the word 'frigidity' would still be a big one between them, instead of
being banned from their vocabulary.
Kaptain, who lay between the girls, stirred and David concentrated his attention on the
massive animal, its presence reminding him of all that had transpired since that terror
filled night in the tombs of City Hall. In the aftermath of the clean-out at Police
Headquarters, it seemed logical that he should take the examination for Chief, along
with several other qualified men from the department, and the underlying whispers
along the political grapevine were in favor of his appointment. He hoped he was big
enough in the necessary capacities to handle the job, for certainly there was a strong
need in Parksburg's law enforcement for the humane practices he wanted to put into
force. If they'd only give him a chance.
"Darling... how about mixing us dry girls a couple of drinks?" Marilyn asked him,
interrupting his train of thought.
"Love to... on one condition," he replied, half-grinning.
"Name it."
"We all go inside after for a quiet Sunday afternoon 'nap.' I've been sitting here
watching you two lovely creatures stretched out like that and you're making me... ah...
sleepy."
"Sleepy... or sexy?" Marilyn teased.
"That's not even synonymous," David said.
"No... but I think it's fact," Anita chimed in.
Marilyn laughed cutely. "I'm for foregoing the drink in lieu of the 'nap.' How about
you, 'Nita?"
"Hmmmmm... Yes, I think I could be seduced by the right man about now," she
agreed.
They all laughed and got to their feet. David walked over and joined them, pushing
between them to slip an arm around Anita's tiny waist, and then Marilyn's... raising an
immediate growl from Kaptain.
"Oh, come on, lover," Marilyn Archer pouted at the magnificent dog. "You're not going
to be left out, don't worry."
Kaptain whimpered and David said: "You know... I'm never quite sure whether it's me
or Kaptain that's sharing his mate with the other. It always seems like I have to wait my
turn!"
And they all laughed as they walked inside, their arms affectionately wrapped around
each other's waist, while Kaptain walked close beside the ash-blonde girl, his powerful
sinuous body rubbing warmly against her leg.


THE END
