RWS-113 The Brother-In-Law
by Winston McElroy


Chapter 1

The offices here were disgustingly similar to those of every other 
employment agency Ginny Dennison had visited since Monday when she 
began in earnest to find a job. And not a particular job this time; 
she'd learned her bitter lesson about job-hunting long ago. This time 
she had promised herself to take anything offered to her, anything from 
file clerk to dishwasher.

She read down line after line of qualifying questions, and reluctantly 
checked "none" for each of the areas of previous experience desired. 
And why not--there was no reason to think that this agency would be any 
different from the ten or twelve--she'd lost count--that had already 
turned her down. Oh, not in so many words, of course; agencies have a 
way of saying no without actually saying it. But that "we'll call you 
or drop you a card if anything comes up" is more than adequate.

This agency had advertised for cocktail waitresses, and though she had 
never had any experiences there either, it certainly did not seem too 
difficult, and Mr. Bondman had told her on the telephone when she 
answered the ad that sometimes they considered girls without experience 
as trainees. At less salary, of course, but at this point, salary was 
the least of Ginny's worries.

She knew she had to find work somewhere, or start climbing the walls. 
Fred had been gone now for over seven months, and for a bride of only 
three weeks, that sort of absence was hard to swallow. But Uncle Sam 
has a habit of putting his soldiers where he wants them most, and for a 
brand-new draftee, there wasn't much chance of getting any choice. Fred 
was in Germany; at least she had that much to be thankful for. He could 
just as easily have been sent to some jungle outpost in Vietnam, and 
that would have unquestionably been more than she could have taken at 
once.

It wasn't really a matter of economics, just more a problem of trying 
to stay busy. Without a job, and nothing to do all day, the weeks 
seemed like months, and sometimes it seemed that Fred would never be 
coming back at all.

"Have you finished your application?" A short, stubby balding man 
stepped from the inner office, closing the door behind him. She guessed 
he was the one she'd talked with on the phone. In fact, he seemed to be 
the only person around.

"Yes ... I've finished," replied Ginny, "but I'm afraid it won't be 
much help ... I just don't have the right experience to get a job, it 
seems ..."

He smiled benevolently, "Well, why don't you let me be the judge of 
that ... You might be qualified for something you never thought of." He 
motioned toward the open door to the inner office. "Why don't you step 
inside, honey, and we'll talk it over." Something was odd about the 
faintest outline of a smirk on his face, but Ginny was in no mood to be 
choosy.

The inner office lacked the refinements someone had added to the 
reception area; at least the outer office was paneled and well-supplied 
with fairly comfortable vinyl and steel chairs. The private office 
showed evidence of not being painted since World War II; the pale green 
paint was peeling in layers, like dead flesh from a bad sunburn, and 
there were broken sections of it here and there on the faded, sun-
bleached carpet. Marty Bondman's desk was old and battered, but without 
a trace of soul; and a large, upholstered wooden swivel chair stood 
behind it, where Bondman lowered his bulky, fleshy frame. "Now, let's 
take a look at your qualifications," he said, glancing over the penned 
notes on his brief application form.

"I called you earlier," began Ginny. "You said something about a 
trainee cocktail waitress position I might be qualified for ... I don't 
have any experience ... I guess you can see that." He glanced up from 
the paper with that same vague smirk and looked over her, as if making 
some mental appraisal.

"Haven't you ever had a job before?" he asked.

Ginny lowered her head, she'd been through this a dozen times already. 
"No ... except for a part-time job when I was in high school. I worked 
for a department store back in Indiana, but that was three years ago. I 
got married right after high school, and Fred--that's my husband--Fred 
took care of all the money matters, so I didn't need to work."

Bondman suddenly seemed interested. "Married, you say? And where is 
Fred now ... why do you suddenly need a job?"

"Oh, I don't have to go to work, I suppose," explained Ginny, "but 
Fred's with the Army in Germany, and I just feel like I ought to be 
working or something. It gets so boring just sitting around all the 
time ... and the car's busted, so I can't even get out much. Maybe with 
a job, the time would pass faster."

"How about typing and shorthand?" asked Mr. Bondman, "Did you take any 
commercial courses in high school?"

Ginny looked puzzled, "Commercial courses? You mean secretarial skills 
... that kind of thing?"

He nodded.

"No, I'm afraid home economics was the only elective I took."

Bondman made a couple of scribbled notations on her application card. 
"Can you type at all? Even a little hunt-and-peck?"

Ginny shook her head, "Sorry ... That's my whole problem. I just don't 
have any skills."

Bondman checked off a series of blocks on the back of the card and put 
it aside and turned his gaze to Ginny. She grew increasingly 
uncomfortable under his intense stare, and she self-consciously tugged 
at the hem of her miniskirt, in a futile attempt to conceal even a 
little of her bare thigh from his probing eyes.

"You know, there is one job you just might be able to get," he grinned, 
"It's at a little bar out near Santa Monica ... you'd have to wear a 
costume, though ... sort of like a go-go outfit."

Ginny thought for a moment. "Gee, I don't know. Fred would kill me if 
he knew I was parading around in some kind of a go-go outfit. How 
skimpy is it?"

Mr. Bondman laughed, "It's decent, if that's what you mean. But just 
barely ... It's about the size of a bikini. Have you got the build for 
something like that?"

"I ... I guess so," blushed Ginny, lowering her eyes to her lap. "Fred 
says I've got a nice figure. And I was a majorette in high school, if 
that means anything."

Marty Bondman pulled a sheaf of papers from his desk and glanced over 
them. "Yes," he said, "it appears that the position I mentioned is 
still open. However, they are very specific about applicants being ... 
that is, having the right figure for the job. It says here I'm to be 
absolutely certain before I send anyone out."

Ginny looked straight at the floor, afraid to look him in the eye. 
"Well, I told you the best I could do, Mr. Bondman. I ..."

"Telling me is not good enough," he interrupted, with a sly sparkle in 
his eyes. "I'm afraid you'll just have to show me. Stand up."

Ginny's mouth dropped half-open. "Mr. Bondman! I couldn't do that ... I 
mean, what kind of a girl do you think I am!"

"Don't worry, honey," he assured, "it's all part of my job. I have to 
look girls over all the time. You might as well get used to it. The 
only kind of jobs you'll be able to get are jobs where you show a 
little skin, you know what I mean? And employers just don't hire their 
girls sight unseen. Now be a good kid, and stand up so I can get a 
better look at you."

"Gosh, I don't know, Mr. Bondman ... But I suppose it'll be all right, 
since you do it all the time." She stood up slowly and turned her 
profile to his eager eyes, her firm, young breasts swelling under her 
thin, cotton blouse.

With one hand, she brushed down her miniskirt, smoothing out the faint 
wrinkles until it unbrokenly hugged the rich, full curves of her hips 
and buttocks, clinging tightly to her smooth flesh. As his eyes coursed 
over her, she suddenly wished she had worn a longer skirt, or maybe a 
suit-dress with a jacket top.

Marty Bondman nodded approvingly, "It's okay from here, at least what I 
can see. But you're going to have to do better than that. I can't send 
you out of here without being sure, my professional reputation's at 
stake. Suppose you have a big scar on your back, or an ugly birthmark 
on your thigh or something. I mean, those things show up when you're 
wearing a bikini top and panties." He stood up, his hand on his chin 
pensively. "Yeah, you'll just have to show me some more. I've got too 
much at stake to take a chance."

Ginny stepped back defensively, "And just what do you mean by that? I 
can't show you any more without taking my clothes off, and I'm 
certainly not going to do that!"

Bondman's joviality suddenly vanished, "Now listen to me, Mrs. 
Dennison, you're the one who's looking for work, not me. I don't need a 
job; so either you follow instructions and cut out all this modesty 
crap, or you can just go somewhere else and I'll give this job to the 
next girl who walks through that door!" he shouted, aiming his hand 
toward the closed door to his outer office.

Ginny suddenly felt very humiliated, and a hint of a tear began to form 
in the corner of her eye. "I ... I just can't do that, Mr. Bondman, I'm 
not that kind of a girl ... I just can't ... I mean, I understand what 
you're saying, but I just can't undress like some common tramp. I'm a 
married woman."

"I understand, Ginny ... I understand, but you've got to accept my 
position, too. I can't risk blowing this account. It's one of my 
regulars, and they always pay on time. I tell you what ..." He sat back 
down on his rickety chair. "I'll turn my back so you won't be 
embarrassed, and you just strip down to your panties. It'll all be over 
before you know it, and you can even keep your eyes closed so's you 
won't blush, how's that?"

She could feel the color filling her cheeks at even the thought of what 
he was suggesting. "I don't know ... I just don't think I could do it."

But Bondman was persistent; he didn't intend to miss out on this at any 
cost. If it took him all day to persuade her to drop that skirt, he'd 
keep trying until he got a good look at that luscious young body of 
hers. Even under the blouse and skirt, he could tell she was really 
built ...

"Okay, I'm turning my back," he said, "Now you go ahead and do as I 
told you. Let me know when you're ready."

"Well, maybe ..." Ginny nervously fingered the buttons on her blouse, 
tossing his ultimatum back and forth in her confused mind. That job may 
be the only chance I get, she told herself, and I'd be an idiot to mess 
up my one and only chance ...

Mindlessly, she unbuttoned the buttons one by one, until the thin 
blouse was open to her narrow waist. She felt a little chill as the air 
brushed over her bare belly; and despite herself, she could feel her 
tiny nipples begin to harden under the taut nylon of her bra. With both 
hands, she reached around in back and unfastened the single catch on 
her blue corduroy mini-skirt and tugged on the zipper until it came 
down. She let the skirt fall to her feet, then lifted it up on one foot 
and placed it on the chair beside her. The sheer gauze of her pantyhose 
allowed her white panties to show through clearly, and she was suddenly 
stricken with the urge to grab up her things and run. But she was 
determined to see this thing through, no matter how hard it was. "Okay, 
you can turn around now," she whispered, half-hoping he wouldn't hear.

Marty Bondman spun around quickly in his chair, and his eyes popped 
open wide with disbelief as he gazed on the trembling, blushing beauty 
standing before him. He took in the delicious spectacle slowly, from 
head to toe--the smooth, unblemished flow of her neck where it curved 
down to the jutting, ripely formed melons of her breasts, swelling 
proudly under the sheerness of her nylon brassiere; the trim inward 
curve of her waist, her perfectly arching hips, and certainly not 
least, her long, well-proportioned legs, blossoming in the soft 
fullness of her thighs, then again in the supple gracefulness of her 
well-turned calves. "Wow! You're too much!" was all he could manage.

Ginny stared down at the carpet, her face flushed with color. "Please, 
Mr. Bondman ... don't talk like that. I just want to get this over with 
as quickly as possible."

He didn't take his eyes off her for even an instant. "Sure, honey ... 
It'll be all over before you know it. But you've got to show me more 
than that. How about those pantyhose? And that bra? I've got to know 
what kind of merchandise I'm sending out of here. Now, I'll turn my 
back again and ..."

"You needn't bother," interrupted Ginny, suddenly impatient at his 
treating her like a child. She reached behind with both hands and 
unclasping the three catches on her bra, "I'll show you what you want." 
She blinked back the stinging tears of embarrassment in her burning 
eyes and loosened the snaps, letting her bra slide down over her bare 
arms. Her proud young breasts shivered in the open air, and she could 
feel her nipples harden instantly as Bondman's cold, appraising stare 
fell on them. They stood up firmly, without a trace of sagginess, her 
rigid, pink nipples thrusting straight ahead boldly, like two tiny eyes 
returning his eager gaze.

His eyes followed the twin, jutting bulges of her ripe breasts, then 
down along the smooth, unblemished expanse of her flat belly, past the 
puckered indentation of her navel ...

"How about the pantyhose?" he asked, almost afraid to push his good 
luck any further.

She complied unhesitantly, catching the tight elastic waistband and 
peeling it down over the gentle swell of her trim, narrow hips. The top 
band of her panties caught in the gauzelike material, but she made no 
effort to separate the two garments. As one, she pulled them down over 
her soft white thighs and down past her knees, exposing the dark patch 
of down at the bottom of her belly. She pulled the hose away from her 
panties and began to pull the taut, pale blue fabric back up to cover 
her nakedness.

"Hold it ... Just pull 'em both down. You might as well show me 
everything you've got, honey!" Bondman was leaning over his desk for a 
closer look, his eyes glazed with growing lust as he eyed the gorgeous 
young woman peeling down to bare flesh right before his eyes. He 
couldn't believe his good fortune; most of the girls balked at his 
proposition, and he just sent them on their job interviews anyway. But 
this one had a lot to learn. It was more than obvious she was new to 
the job hunting game; he would have known that even if the application 
hadn't said so.

"B--But you didn't say I had to take off everything, Mr. Bondman," 
protested Ginny, her voice cracking in her humiliation. Her cheeks were 
bright red in two patches that looked like someone had brushed her with 
two strokes of a paint brush.

"Now don't argue with me, Ginny," replied Bondman, loosening his collar 
and tie as perspiration rolled in beads down his stubby neck, "I know 
what's best for you, so just do what I say."

"Well ... okay, I guess," she answered, gripping her panties with her 
thumbs and yanking them down with her pantyhose until she stepped free, 
leaving absolutely nothing to shield her youthful nakedness from his 
eager, probing eyes.

She was the most deliciously perfect specimen of womanhood he'd seen in 
a long time; not since that young surfer chick from San Diego he'd had 
the unforgettable pleasure of balling right here on this battered, torn 
sofa. He grinned widely as he anticipated his plans for this delectable 
young beauty. Her flesh was gorgeously tanned, save for the milky-white 
softness of her inner thighs, and the pink-capped mounds of her 
protruding, ripely bulging tits. He tried to imagine what that warm, 
moist inviting crevice between her long legs would be like ... he knew 
it would be tight and hot--it would just have to be ... and those 
gracefully long stems would be so perfect entwined around his back as 
he furrowed wide that sweet warm slit of hers until she begged for 
mercy. But he could see she was no shop-worn barmaid, not some broad he 
could just climb on like so many of the others he regularly found jobs 
for. He knew this young filly was something special, and he'd have to 
plan his moves ever so carefully ...

"Yes, I think you'll do nicely," he said forcing an air of strained 
seriousness to his voice, though his breathing had grown so fast he 
could scarcely speak without gasping. "Now just turn around for me--
slowly--so I can get a good look."

Ginny obeyed, and with reddening face turned her naked backside to his 
greedy, probing gaze. Her buttock's cheeks were tightly clenched, and 
were nicely firm and high, and they tucked under tantalizingly at the 
tops of her creamy smooth thighs. Long and supple, her bare legs 
stretched in twin perfect lengths to the trim swell of her calves. Even 
her bare feet were tauntingly inviting--dainty little-girl's feet with 
tiny, curled-under toes as she stood before him, quivering a little 
with embarrassment.

"Ummmmm ... that's quite a nice little body you've got there, Ginny. 
You should go a long way with a figure like that."

She turned back to face him, making no attempt to cover her nudity, 
"I'm only interested in getting this job, Mr. Bondman. Nothing else."

He laughed nervously, "Sure, sure. I understand ... But there is just 
one more thing, though."

"What, now," implored Ginny, stopped in mid-reach as she started to 
pick up her clothes, "I thought you said this was all."

"I did ... I did," replied Bondman, reaching into his right-hand desk 
drawer, "But I need a couple of pictures for your new boss. I can do a 
better job of 'selling' him if I can show him what a beautiful girl you 
are. Just lie down there on that couch and I'll take a couple of quick 
professional shots with my Polaroid; and don't worry, I'll give 'em 
back to you and you can do whatever you want with them, as soon as I 
show them to Sidney."

Ginny hesitated, "I don't know about any pictures. What proof do I have 
that you'll give them back to me? I don't want any pictures of me like 
this just floating around."

"You can trust me, honey. Now just lie down there, and look sexy. You 
want the job, don't you? Why you could easily be knocking down two 
hundred a week in just a few months. Isn't that worth it?"

She decided not to argue, and sat down on the edge of the shoddy sofa, 
her knees clamped together and her arms folded demurely across her 
jutting breasts. She squirmed uncomfortably as he fumbled with the 
dials on the camera and inserted a flashbulb in the top.

"No, no, not like that," he said, "You can give me a better pose than 
that. How about stretching out kinda sexy like? You know, like in the 
girlie magazines."

Ginny followed his instructions, and sprawled across the sofa, first 
brushing off the dust before she allowed her bare flesh to touch the 
tattered upholstery. She leaned back against the opposite arm, propping 
her head there, both hands at her sides. He suggested she turn slightly 
on one side, and she obediently shifted her weight so she faced the 
camera, her flesh tingling as the camera lens aimed straight at her 
unclothed form.

"Put one leg over the other ... I want to see some of that nice inner 
thigh in the shot."

Ginny obeyed, and readjusted her long, bare legs, tiny strands of soft 
pubic hair visible from between her slim thighs. Marty smiled his 
approval, "Yeah, honey ... right there. That's perfect. Now hold it!"

He snapped one shot, popped in another flashbulb, and changed angles 
for a second photograph. Ginny was crimson with embarrassment, praying 
for this sickening humiliation to end. But his second shot became 
three, then four, and five.

"Please Mr. Bondman ... You have enough pictures. Can't we stop now?" 
pleaded Ginny, sitting up on the sofa, her long legs clamped together 
futilely. She started to fold her arms across her bulging breasts 
again, but it felt foolish, so she let her arms fall to her sides.

Marty placed the camera on his desk and came toward her, his eyes 
telegraphing his intent as obviously as flashing billboards.

"Mr. Bondman ... Mr. B-Bondman ... p-please ... don't look at me like 
that. You're frightening me ..."

Marty laughed menacingly. "Frightening you!? Me? Come on, baby ... 
You've got nothing to be frightened of. Not from Marty Bondman."

Ginny squirmed against the cushions of the sofa, vainly trying to 
cringe away from this awful, frightening animal leering at her like she 
was so much buyable merchandise.

She tried to swing her naked legs off the sofa as he sat down beside 
her, but he grabbed her quickly by both ankles and shoved her back at 
his side.

"Now ... Please, no! Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" she screamed.

"Go ahead and scream your fucking head off, bitch! It's after five now, 
and there's nobody on this floor except you and me," sneered Marty. His 
fingers were already unfastening his belt, a move that immediately 
caught Ginny's frightened eyes.

"What are you doing!? What are you doing!?" She grabbed the back of the 
sofa and attempted to pull herself up onto the high arm, but he grabbed 
her legs and pulled her easily back to his side.

"You're not going anywhere honey," smirked Marty, his belt undone and 
his pants half-open at the top of his zipper, "You wouldn't want to run 
off and leave me all alone, now would you, bitch? I've got a little 
somethin' here for you. Seein' as how your old man's been gone for 
seven months, I thought you could use a little of this to tide you over 
till he gets back."

"Don't talk like that, please ... you're frightening me ... Please!" 
begged Ginny, her eyes clouded with tears.

Marty squeezed her calf firmly in his strong, confining grip, holding 
her effectively, and yanked his zipper all the way down with his free 
hand.

"Here you are, sweetheart," he said, "Just what you needed, huh?" He 
reached inside like he was probing deep in a grocery bag, and pulled 
his thick hose of a penis out in the open. It flopped over his zipper 
in a rubbery, bulky knob, the tip slowly swelling in size as it hit the 
open air.

Ginny shrieked with terror as the heavy-set man's penis was suddenly 
cast before her, "Stop it, Mr. Bondman! Stop it or I'll scream ... I'll 
scream, I mean it!"

Marty only grinned, and grabbed both her trim ankles, pulling her 
further down onto the sofa, her head now clear of the padded arm. She 
reached behind, and struggled to get a firm grip on the sofa arm, but 
Marty slapped her hands back to her side. "Now you behave yourself, 
little lady, or you'll wish you had when I've finished with you."

Ginny shook with unbridled fear and revulsion as the balding, squat man 
rose to one knee, dropping his pants and rumpled undershorts to mid-
thigh. She could now see all of his bulky, thick cock and his huge 
balls, dangling like two leathery bulbs beneath the short, stubby knob 
of his prick.

Marty could see her sizing him up, making all sorts of appraisals of 
his manhood, and it made him laugh to know what thoughts must be 
running through her mind right at this moment. They all looked at him 
this way--at first. Maybe his little pumper wasn't much to look at now, 
but he knew what surprises it had in store for this snooty little 
bitch! She thinks she's too good for the likes of me, I'll bet ... 
Baby, what a surprise you've got coming! I'm gonna pump you up like a 
basketball. You'll be begging for it before I've finished with you, 
bitch!

He couldn't help grinning as he looked over his find, taking in her 
youthful, perfectly ripened loveliness. She was like a juicy, fresh-
picked peach--all naked and inviting, lusciously perched on a pedestal, 
awaiting his touch, his mouth, his lips.

He lifted one knee awkwardly, almost losing his balance, and shoved it 
between Ginny's bare hip and the back of the sofa, edging her away from 
the cushion until he straddled her securely, pinning her flat down on 
her back like a helpless insect.

Ginny squirmed to escape him as he raised on one knee and yanked his 
pants down over his ankle, over his already bare foot, taking advantage 
of his momentary clumsiness. But Marty was way ahead of her; he pinned 
her instantly with one hand right in the middle of her smooth, flat 
belly, tightly smashing her against the sofa as he pulled his pants 
free of his other leg and tossed them on the floor beside him.

Her body's strength to resist now weakening, Ginny pleaded helplessly 
for him to leave her alone, her mind a whirling, half-dazed windmill of 
fear and humiliation.

Oh, God, Please ... Don't let this awful thing happen to me! Please ... 
I'll never be able to look Fred in the face again! Oh, please, help me 
... Help me! I couldn't live with the shame of this horrible nightmare!



Chapter 2


"Please, Mr. Bondman, please! You can't ... you just can't!" Ginny 
wriggled helplessly as he held her pinned tightly to the cushions, 
squatting victoriously over her writhing young body, his immense balls 
brushing her flat, smooth belly, his thick knob of a cock beginning to 
swell and harden as it dangled from beneath the roll of obscene fat 
that circled his hairy abdomen.

"C'mon, honey, stop playing hard to get," leered Marty, gripping his 
hardening prick in his right hand. "You and I both know you want it, so 
why don't we quit playing games?"

"No! You've got it all wrong," cried Ginny, her eyes wide with fear. "I 
don't want to! I don't!"

Bondman eased his bulky form forward, sliding his naked crotch over the 
young girl's belly until his heavy balls dangled right between her 
bulging, quivering breasts. Her pink, crinkly nipples jutted straight 
up at him as he looked her over, and the soft curve of her tits rested 
against his thighs as he straddled her, pinning her between his thick 
legs as he knelt on the sofa cushion.

He pushed the fleshy, soft mounds of her ripe breasts tightly together 
with his thighs, squeezing the rubbery trunk of his throbbing prick 
between her warm, resilient tits. A barely audible sigh of pleasure 
escaped his lips as he felt the soft, yielding flesh of her young 
breasts caress the sensitive length of his rapidly swelling shaft, 
urging the slumbering beast into purple, blood-filled hardness until 
the swollen bulbous tip poked stiffly against her chest, hidden between 
the soft mounds of her bare breasts.

"That's it, old boy ... Just keep growing like that, harder and harder 
... thicker and thicker ... we'll show this young uppity bitch a thing 
or two!"

Suddenly, his rigid spear sprang from its hiding place between her 
fleshy mounds, and shot out like an arrow from his flabby, hair-covered 
loins. Still gripping it tightly in his right hand, he pulled back the 
sheath of flesh that covered the purple, throbbing head, and it poked 
free with a moist plopping sound. He squeezed the hard shaft of his 
penis tightly, and the bulbous tip swelled with deep purple fullness, 
distending until it was twice its normal size, and pulsing with 
eagerness just a few inches from Ginny's frightened eyes.

Tears trickled from her closed lids as she struggled vainly to shut out 
this awful, degrading nightmare she found herself trapped in. She 
hoped--she prayed--for a miracle; that this horrible moment might end 
as suddenly as it had begun. But she knew it was hopeless--she was 
completely at the mercy of this drooling madman, and whatever he wanted 
of her, she would have to surrender. Her mind reeled at the thought of 
ever facing Fred again; how could she even look him in the eye after 
this!

"Oh, please, Mr. Bondman! Please ... just let me get dressed and go ... 
We'll forget all about the job. Just let me go. Please!"

Marty grinned with a leer that covered his whole flabby face. "You can 
go, sweetie. And the job's yours."

Ginny opened her eyes, nearly afraid to believe her own ears. "What did 
you say? Did you mean it!?"

Marty aimed his huge swollen shaft at her face like a weapon. "Sure, 
baby ... Just as soon as you suck my dick. Suck it real good just one 
time, and the job's yours."

It took a full second for his words to register on her twisted, 
confused brain, but when they did, they slammed into her like a ton of 
steel. "No! No! You're out of your mind! I won't do it! I won't!" she 
screamed, struggling with all her strength to free her naked body from 
his viselike grip. But his thick, hairy thighs pinned her like glue to 
the sofa--she was powerless to escape him no matter how hard she tried.

Then she remembered something she'd learned from an ex-Marine she'd 
once dated--hit him where he was most vulnerable. Gritting her teeth 
and summoning all her meager courage, she slammed her tightened fist 
into his balls with all her strength, smashing her hand all the way 
into his crotch.

"Aaaaagggghhhh!" he gasped, clutching at his painfully throbbing 
testicles with both hands, releasing for an instant his grip on her.

But that fleeting instant was all Ginny needed. Like a serpent, she 
slithered quickly out from under the awesome weight of the naked man 
and flung her legs toward the floor.

Snapping to her feet, she grabbed her clothes and bolted for the door, 
trailing undergarments behind her in a mindless dash for safety. 
Nothing mattered except getting as much distance between him and her as 
she could.

Nearly stumbling as she cleared the worn carpet and reached the closed 
door in three bounding leaps, Ginny reached for the doorknob ... 
Locked!!

"You stupid goddamn bitch!" roared Marty, still clutching his pained 
groin. "You're locked in! What'ya think about that? Maybe you're not as 
smart as you thought, huh? You could have gotten out easy, but not now. 
I'm gonna fix you good for this!"

He staggered clumsily to his feet and came toward her, his eyes 
squinting with menacing viciousness. "You goddamn teasing little bitch! 
Come here!"

Ginny was too frightened to run; she cowered before him, awkwardly 
covering her sparse, dark V-shaped mound and the pink points of her 
young breasts. "Please ... p-p-please ... I'm sorry ... I didn't mean 
it ... please," she whimpered weakly, her lips trembling as she spoke.

"And you can cut out that shit, too," muttered Marty, grabbing her by 
the wrist and shoving her roughly back toward the sofa. "Get over 
there!" he bellowed.

Ginny sat timidly on the edge of the sofa, her knees clamped in 
ludicrous modesty as the naked, stubby man advanced on her. Her arms 
were folded across her chest.

Marty grabbed her painfully by the shoulder, squeezing the tender flesh 
in his tight grip, and shoved her to the floor in a kneeling position. 
Ginny offered no resistance; she had learned her lesson, and she 
couldn't afford to enrage him any more than he already was.

He pulled her head toward his brushy loins, smashing her face flat 
against his limp cock.

"Mmmmmmffff ..." She could barely open her mouth to speak, as he held 
her crushed against his prick, her lips touching the smooth rubbery 
head of his manhood.

Her stomach tightened nauseously as she tasted the salty tanginess of 
his prick crammed against her quivering lips; she'd never touched a 
man's penis with her lips, not even Fred's. It was something that had 
never come up in their lovemaking; maybe if they'd been together longer 
before he had to go overseas it might have been different. The burning 
knot of nausea in her stomach grew larger and threatened to make her 
violently sick, but she fought it bravely, determined not to add to her 
humiliation. Tears of abject degradation and helpless surrender 
streamed down her flushed cheeks as she realized she was about to be 
forced to do this lurid act with a total stranger; with Fred, in their 
own lovemaking, it would not have seemed so despicable. But with this 
awful, filthy man it became an act of total debasement, beyond anything 
she would have dreamed possible.

"You know what to do with it, baby," growled Marty, gripping her 
shoulder-length auburn hair tightly between the fingers of both his 
hands and twisting until her mouth opened in searing pain. "Suck it, 
cunt! Suck it! Suck it real good, and use that sweet little tongue of 
yours to clean it nice and slick."

Ginny tried to beg one last time for mercy, but when her lips parted, 
his bulky cock was quickly shoved between them, filling her tiny mouth 
with its fleshy length. He rammed it forward with a sudden snap of his 
pelvis, and her cheeks hollowed to accommodate its full size as it 
began to swell and harden quickly in the warm, wet confines of her 
mouth.

"Lick it clean, bitch!" he ordered, "Lick it till it's nice and hard. 
And if you're real good, you'll get an extra treat." She glanced up at 
him with soulful, pleading brown eyes, but the menacing smirk streaked 
across his face told her there was no hope left.

Instinctively, she tried to keep her tongue from touching his obscene 
member, but she found it impossible as the thick shaft continued to 
swell in the warm moistness of her mouth.

His fingers tightened once again in her thick hair. "Lick it, I told 
you! Lick it real nice!"

Timidly, Ginny touched her virginal tongue to the throbbing head of his 
fleshy cock, afraid of what response it might bring. She sickened at 
the mere thought of his hot, seething semen emptying into her throat--
she tried to keep those thoughts out of her mind.

Filled with hot blood, the swollen knob grew even larger as her tongue 
reluctantly caressed the thick length of his prick, swirling it in the 
warm juices of her mouth.

As it seemed to grow ever longer and thicker, Ginny was suddenly 
terribly frightened. And this time her fright was very physical and 
very real.

It's going to choke me ... I know it will! This horrible thing will go 
right down my throat and I won't be able to breathe!

Without a hint of warning, Marty suddenly pulled his long, heavy prick 
from Ginny's ovaled lips with a quick jerk of his loins. Ginny looked 
up at her captor with wide-eyed wonderment as his long shaft slipped 
from between her moist, clasping lips in a gleaming, hard length that 
amazed her when she saw how much her untried mouth had been able to 
contain.

"Surprised, bitch?" sneered Marty, holding his huge cock in his left 
hand so that the distended tip brushed her lips. "Well, don't be. I 
just decided I'll take a rain check on my blow job. You've got some 
nice little pussy between those pretty legs of yours, and I aim to have 
me some. What'ya say, you gonna do it my way, or have I got to get 
rough?"

Ginny looked straight at the floor, too humiliated to return his evil 
stare. "I ... I can't fight you anymore, Mr. Bondman. I'll do whatever 
you say." The words were weak and hoarse, and her voice cracked with 
fear as she surrendered completely to his lurid designs. Ginny knew her 
only way out was to give this terrible man what he wanted, and get away 
as soon as she could. She couldn't begin to think about anything beyond 
that--like how she could ever hope to continue being Mrs. Fred 
Dennison, or even how she could bring herself to tell her husband or 
anyone else about this horrible thing that was happening to her.

"Get up here on the sofa ... on your knees," he ordered, and Ginny 
shamefully obeyed, still unable to look her merciless master in the 
eye. She shivered involuntarily as she lowered her naked form to the 
sofa cushions, flat on her belly.

Marty looked over his choice prize appraisingly, taking in very slowly 
the incredible ripe youthfulness of her naked body--the tantalizing 
magnetism this young delicacy seemed to possess. Her twin, firm 
buttocks were clenched tightly, like a velvet fist, concealing the 
forbidden orifice of her puckered anus, as her tightly clamped thighs 
hid the juicy softness of her tender young slit.

You can keep it all to yourself right now, baby, but not for long ... 
I'm coming in there whether you like it or not!

"Up on your knees!" he barked. "I want to see that brown little eye 
looking at me!"

Ginny obeyed, cringing at his horrible, evil words, but resigned to her 
wretched plight. Oh, God ... why did I ever come to this awful place! 
Please, please let this all be a terrible dream ... Let me wake up and 
find this nightmare ended!

Marty gripped her firm young buttocks with both hands, and spread the 
deep crevice of her ass with his thumbs, opening up to his unobstructed 
view the taut, muscular ring of her tiny cringing anus and the warm, 
moist pink softness of her vaginal cleft, her fleshy, puckered lips 
spread ever so slightly in a tempting display of feminine appeal.

Ginny's whole body tensed like a coiled spring, in horrified 
anticipation of the bruising pain she expected to slam into her at any 
moment.

But she wasn't prepared for what happened next--pain, she would have 
been ready for, but not this ...

Marty skillfully spread the soft, pink flanges of her young pussy, 
opening wide the warm, moist lips and brushing aside the downy 
pussyhairs that lined the sides of her damp crevice. When the narrow 
slit was spread wide for his amusement, exposing the puckered edges of 
her cunt, Marty lowered his head to the fragrant lips, catching the 
young girl completely by surprise.

Her body cracked like a whip as his tongue made its first, electric 
contact with the sensitive, nerve-filled flesh of her vulnerable 
vaginal lips.

"N-no ... please," she gasped, her lips trembling as Marty's tongue 
probed her forbidden regions deftly, bringing shivers of wicked delight 
that coursed unwanted over her naked flesh in involuntary spasms, 
completely beyond her control. She blushed bright red with 
embarrassment, humiliated that this total stranger, this awful man, 
could bring such a lascivious response from her rebellious body, and 
that she was powerless to stop it.

Marty opened her young, moist cuntal furrow wide with his thumbs, and 
burrowed his tongue and lips in the warm slit, poking into her deepest 
hidden crevices, each worming probe bringing a new quiver of 
helplessness to her naked form. Her breasts were smashed against the 
sofa, beneath her kneeling form, and her lovely buttocks were shoved 
upward invitingly, unprotected and vulnerable to his lustful 
plundering.

"Oh, please ... this is so awful ... please stop ... please," begged 
Ginny, her face awash with stinging tears, "I don't want to ... 
please!"

Don't want to, my ass! She's just like all the rest, thought Marty, in 
a couple of minutes she'll be begging me for it!

He knew he was good with his tongue--enough women had told him so, and 
he knew this snotty little bitch was no different from the others. His 
eyes squinted with wanton anticipation as he thought of his aching 
prick pounding into this ripe young bitch's pussy, filling her sex-
starved, empty belly with his hot, scalding sperm ... reaming her tight 
little hole like she'd never had it before ...

Furrowing his nose into the moist juiciness of her pussy-hole, Marty 
fastened his teeth ever so gently on her tiny sensitive clitoris. He 
knew he'd found it when her whole naked buttocks suddenly quivered 
violently, sending a ripple of lewd, sinful pleasure shivering along 
her spine. Ginny felt her small pink nipples suddenly grow hard, poking 
painfully into the rough fabric of the sofa cushion beneath her 
breasts.

Oh, my God, what's happening to me ... What kind of an animal is he 
making me? I'm no better than this filthy beast! I can't help myself! I 
can't stop this awful burning that's raging inside me!

Marty teasingly rolled the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris between 
his partially clenched teeth, feeling the little nub harden and swell 
as he tauntingly nibbled at it, licking it roughly with his tongue as 
Ginny squirmed to escape the agonizing assault on her naked loins. She 
tried vainly to clench her firm buttock's cheeks together, hoping she 
could shut off his salacious attack, but he held her fleshy half-moons 
tightly in his grip, and his fingers bit into her flesh painfully when 
she tried to pull away, leaving bright red welts between his digits 
that criss-crossed her ivory buttocks.

Ginny's eyes were tightly shut, still the tears streamed like rain down 
her cheeks. Oh, Fred I need you so much! Oh, God, how I wish you were 
here, Fred! You'd get me out of this! You'd know how to handle this 
evil man!

But as those very thoughts raced across her tortured mind, Ginny began 
to be shatteringly aware of a new sensation of lewd burning desire 
ravaging her insides--a raging-hot flame that seemed to roar from her 
ravished loins into her belly--a flame fanned with seven long months 
without a man--a flame she'd tried so hard, so very, very hard to 
suppress.

Oh, no, please God! Don't let this awful thing happen to me!

Marty chuckled to himself as her naked hips began to slowly and 
involuntarily grind in a quiet, steady rhythm, making tiny concentric 
circles as he nibbled voraciously on her throbbing clitoris.

"Oooooooohh ... please ... pleeeaaasssseee!" she moaned, her mouth 
half-open, her eyes still tightly shut. The tears had ceased to stream 
down her reddened cheeks, and her head was tossed back, her auburn hair 
trailing over her bare shoulders and onto her back. "Please stop! I 
can't stand it! I can't stand it!"

I'll bet this is the first time she's ever been eaten, laughed Marty. 
Well, I'll have to do a real good job!

Pleased with himself, he stepped up the pace of his hungry ravishment 
of her treasured crevice, his tongue alternating between the pulsing 
nub of her clitoris and the sensitive, fleshy flanges of her burning 
young pussy. He had a tight grip on her, holding her firmly in place, 
and he could feel her naked body shivering spasmodically as her hips 
ground faster and faster back against his swirling tongue.

Ginny's quivering, naked ass ground harder and faster as she shoved her 
hips back to meet his tongue's delicious probing; though she fought it 
with every particle of resistance her reeling brain could muster, she 
knew she was rapidly losing control.

"Oh, damn ... it feels so good! Oh, I can't take any more! Please!" she 
choked, rivulets of perspiration running down her spine and draining 
down the widespread furrow of her buttocks.

Marty knew he had her right where he wanted her; she was his to do with 
as he pleased--nothing could stop him now.

With one last electrifying nibble, he released his tormenting grip on 
her lust-swollen clitoris, and raised his head to look over his 
helpless captive one more time. Her whole body continued to shiver, her 
hips grinding in their same, steady rhythm, and a low mournful gasp 
slipped from her throat.

"Oooooohhh, please ... don't stop ..." she moaned unconsciously. "Don't 
stop now! I was almost there!"

His face smeared with a leering grin, Marty brought his ominous shaft 
up into position, poised at the fleshy entrance to her hot, moist 
passage, the blood-filled knob brushing the pink softness of her hair-
lined vaginal flanges just slightly.

Ginny's whirling mind suddenly snapped back to a fleeting jolt of 
frightening reality, and she realized only too well how close she was 
to consciously giving herself to this man. "No! Not that ... I won't 
let you! I won't!" she screamed.

Heedless of her tortured pleas, Marty buried his thick, hardened prick 
to its hairy base in the warm wetness of her pussy-tunnel, ramming it 
to the hilt with one snap of his hips. The soft pink walls rippled 
aside in waves of delicious ecstasy as his thick shaft filled her young 
passage completely, spreading her fleshy vaginal lips wide as he rammed 
his eager cock deep into her belly.

"Oooooowwww!!" she moaned, her tender passage on fire as his huge 
cudgel pierced her painfully, impaling her agonizingly on his heavy 
spear. "Oh, please ... Please!"

Her cries were like fuel for the fire that Marty could feel in his own 
loins, and he slammed his bulky cock into her narrow, constrictive 
passage again and again.

Christ, what a tight little pussy! I'd swear she was cherry if she 
hadn't been married! Oh, baby, you're too much ... Too much!

With both hands, he reached around her soft thighs and grabbed her bare 
legs, lifting her slightly for an even better angle. He heard her gasp 
for breath as his hard prick drove even deeper into the innocent depths 
of her young, quivering belly; he could tell he was in virgin 
territory, and it made him feel good to know her old man was less 
endowed, unable to find just the right spot way down in the bottom of 
her tight young pussy to drive her out of her mind. She was undeniably 
his now, and he aimed to give her a fucking she'd never forget!

"Come on, baby, back up on it! Suck it up in there real nice!" he 
shouted.

His words made the forbidden, lascivious excitement seem even more 
intense, and she found herself grinding back harder and harder onto his 
thick impaling shaft, rocking her naked hips from side to side as his 
cock burrowed deeper and deeper in her defenseless womb. Every inward 
thrust brought new ripples of wicked desire coursing through her 
ravaged body. Her breasts were crushed nearly flat beneath her, but her 
smooth rounded buttocks still waved high in the air, grinding upward to 
meet his plundering lunges with slow, delicious movements of her own.

His swollen, throbbing prick felt like a baseball bat shoved up inside 
her stretched, tender passage, but there was no longer any searing 
pain--just overwhelming waves of undiluted animal passion that swept 
over her in a warm surging tide.

Marty reached under her flat, sweat-soaked pelvis, and lifted her 
higher, slamming his stiff, aching penis deeper and deeper in the 
forbidden sanctuary of her tight, lust-moistened channel. His fleshy 
spear slipped in and out of her clasping sheath easily, well lubricated 
with her thermal juices that seeped from her puckered pussy-lips and 
trickled down her smooth, supple thighs.

He rocked his hips back, pulling his stiff member from her clutching 
tunnel until only the bulbous tip remained between her taut, stretched 
pussy-lips. Like a hungry, greedy mouth, her moist fleshy lips held the 
swelled knob of his cock tightly inside the warm shelter of her moist, 
cuntal passage, reluctantly allowing the glistening shaft of his long, 
thick penis to slide from their voracious grip. There could be no doubt 
about it now--she was his, and only seconds away from complete and 
lascivious abandonment.

"Oh, God ... don't stop! Don't stop! That's it ... Harder ... Harder! 
... HARDER!! PLEASE HARDER!"

Marty knew the end was close, and with every ounce of strength left in 
his body, he pounded violently into her young, eager pussy, gritting 
his teeth and tightly clenching the muscles of his buttocks in a 
desperate effort to hold back the seething flood filling his balls so 
painfully he thought they'd explode.

Just one more deep, grinding thrust ... one more!

"Oh, damn ... I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Don't stop! Don't stop! 
Aaaaaagggghhhhh! ... Oooooooooohhhhhh ..." she chanted unconsciously 
below him.

Marty slammed his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis against her wildly 
grinding buttocks, burying his throbbing prick right up to the hilt in 
the wet, juicy furrow of her greedily clasping cunt, and with a loud, 
gasping cry of relief, felt his hot, surging sperm course along the 
length of his painfully swollen cock and explode in a torrent of hot, 
sticky liquid far up into her belly, filling her young, hungry hole for 
the first time in seven long, agonizing months.

Ginny felt her muscles loosen from her toes right up to her head, as 
the surging throes of her climax ran their devastating course, her 
ravished passage hungrily gulping up every precious drop of the man's 
life-giving load as it pumped into her in spurt after spurt of hot, 
searing ecstasy.

He released his grip on her thighs, dropping her back onto the sofa, 
and she fell forward, collapsing in a heaving, gasping heap across the 
tattered cushions.

Marty's rapidly deflating prick slipped from her taut, juice-soaked 
sheath with a lewd sucking sound as she fell forward, leaving behind a 
trail of sticky white semen that dangled for a moment from the end of 
his rubbery knob, hanging lifelessly between his bulky, hair-covered 
thighs, then dripped onto the sofa in a tiny wet puddle.

He reached for his undershorts, and wiped his limp prick clean with 
them, blotting up the lurid mixture of his own sperm and Ginny's love-
juices from his dangling, leathery balls and tossing the soiled 
undergarment aside.

"Baby, the job's yours if you want it," he said after a long pause. 
"I'll see to that."

Ginny pulled herself up from the sofa, and collected her clothes from 
the floor where they'd fallen, moving slowly and gingerly to ease the 
throbbing pain between her legs.

Oh, God, what have I done! What has happened to me!? Have I turned into 
some sort of tramp? Oh, how will I ever tell Fred about this? I'll die 
first! I'll die!



Chapter 3


Twenty-four hours did a lot to ease the agony of that long hour in 
Bondman's seedy office, and Ginny Dennison was far better equipped to 
deal with the memories rationally than when she had come home alone, 
her face reddened and streaked with tears, the afternoon before.

Ginny sat up in bed, ashamed of having slept so late; but she excused 
herself this time--there were plenty of reasons to let her off the hook 
just this once. Reluctantly, she climbed out from under the blanket, 
pulling down her nightgown as she stepped painfully on the floor, 
grimacing as a searing charge of pain shot from between her bruised, 
tender thighs.

She stepped gingerly to the bathroom, and turned on the faucets for a 
nice, long hot soak, and sat back to wait for the tub to fill. But the 
steaming water was so inviting, she decided not to wait, and hastily 
yanked the nightgown over her head, pulled down her bikini panties, and 
stepped into the still-shallow bath. She splashed a little on the cold 
ceramic tub so she could stretch out without touching the chilling 
surface.

The deepening water seemed to engulf her like an ocean wave, rising 
higher and higher, easing away her aches and soreness like gallons of 
liniment. In a few seconds, she caught herself falling asleep, sprawled 
in the whirling water, really relaxed for the first time since those 
horrible minutes in Marty Bondman's office.

Also for the first time, she was able to clearly think about what had 
happened, and more important, what to do about it.

She'd thought about calling the police--about putting that disgusting 
animal behind bars where he belonged, but it hadn't taken long to get 
that notion shoved out of her mind. Just a few brief thoughts about 
detectives, newspaper accounts, courtroom appearances, and most of all, 
about how she could explain what she was doing in this man's office 
alone, stripped down to her bare skin--that was all it took to convince 
her she'd have to forget going to the authorities.

And for another few short moments, right after she'd come in from her 
nightmare at Marty Bondman's, she'd thought of calling Fred, of the 
sweet relief that a few minutes of hearing his voice, even from so far 
away, would offer. But she knew he'd know something was wrong, that he 
would spot her anguish no matter how well she tried to conceal it. And 
Ginny knew he mustn't find out, not now at least; not when he was 
helpless to come to her side. She couldn't allow him to suffer like 
that--this was something she had to come to grips with alone, without 
anyone's help.

It wasn't easy, going it alone. All her life she'd had someone else to 
rely on, someone to lean on whenever problems stood in her way. But 
this time it was different--there was no one there with a friendly 
shoulder to cry on.

Daddy had always been around when she lived at home back in Indiana, 
and with three brothers, she had always been his special favorite. 
She'd always gone to him when Mother said no, and he'd never been able 
to turn her down. And even though they had never really been well off, 
she'd managed to have all the dresses and sweaters and new shoes she 
could use.

Thinking about Daddy like that always made her sad, and she tried to 
put those remembrances out of her mind. That cold night in 1967 ended 
all those warm, sunny days with her father--that dark night she'd spent 
with her mother and brothers huddled around his hospital bed while he 
choked through his last few moments on earth, one hand tightly gripped 
in his wife's, the other in Ginny's.

Fred had come into her life only a few months later, right after she'd 
graduated from high school. He had been working for the summer at the 
service station where her family always took their business, and she'd 
taken a liking to him right from the start.

She remembered it like it was yesterday; the way he looked at her when 
she took the family car in that sunny June day. He had seemed quite 
bold, she recalled, not like the boys she'd dated in high school, and a 
whole lot better looking. So brazen was he, in fact, he asked her for a 
date before she even knew his name.

And that was the beginning--two years later they were married, after 
Fred had dropped out of Sumter College and enlisted in the Army. Now he 
was halfway around the world, but he might as well have been in outer 
space, since the only letters she got were weeks apart sometimes. Fred 
had explained about that before he left. About how he hated to put his 
feelings into words, how it nearly killed him to have to write a 
letter. Ginny understood about that, and the interminable waits between 
letters were getting a little easier to swallow, now that she had been 
alone so long.

She knew she could have gone back to Indiana and stayed with her mother 
while Fred was overseas, or even with Fred's folks in Chicago. But 
she'd followed him half across the country to California before they 
were even married, and going home again seemed the furthest thing from 
her mind now. Even being alone, California was a lot better than 
Hammond, Indiana.

Ginny reluctantly brushed aside all her fond memories, and decided it 
was time to get out of the tub before she wrinkled like a prune.

She stepped dripping onto the cold tile floor and reached across her 
clean clothes for the towel she'd forgotten to place by the tub, 
sloshing a trail of water over her clean bra and panties.

Damn it, she muttered to herself, I'll have to go get some more or run 
around naked till these dry.

Tossing a towel around her shoulders, she marched into the bedroom and 
rummaged through the top drawer of her dresser, looking for a pair of 
panties that might have gotten shoved to the back.

Behind the slips and pantyhose, way against the back of the drawer, she 
found a stack of letters from Arnold and Florence, Fred's brother and 
his wife, bound together with a rubber band. The corners of the 
envelopes were all torn off, a habit she'd developed for her kid 
brother Mickey. He was a nut about foreign stamps, and they were living 
in northern Canada, so she always clipped the stamps off for him and 
mailed them to him.

It had been quite a while since she'd written Arnie and Flo, and Ginny 
made a point of putting the letters out where she'd remember them, 
right in the middle of the bed, and she made a promise to herself to 
write them that very night. She'd never known them very well, but she 
knew Fred was crazy about Arnie, who was ten years older than he, and 
that was enough recommendation for her.

Fred had talked often about going up to the Northwest Territories where 
Arnie operated a supply outfit for oil exploration companies and 
geologists headed up into the Arctic tundra along the Mackenzie River. 
Arnie had said many times that there was a standing invitation open to 
Fred to come to work for him, any time he was ready.

Ginny found her panties, then had a second thought about her letter 
writing, and sat down then and there to write Arnie and Flo a long 
letter. After all, they were sort of kin, and she knew Fred would never 
find the time to write them.

Surprisingly, the words came fast and easy, and it felt nice to have 
someone to tell her troubles to, even if she couldn't tell them about 
what happened the day before, and soon one page became two, then three, 
then four, as she emptied her mind of everything that had been weighing 
on her so heavily over the last long weeks

I hope they don't think I've lost my head, she thought, writing such a 
long, personal letter, but I've got to tell my troubles to somebody, 
and they're about the only ones left.



Chapter 4


NORMAN WELLS, ON THE MACKENZIE RIVER


Like the steady fire of a million cannons, the ear-splitting roar of 
the river ice cracking up reverberated off the distant Mackenzie 
Mountains, still shrouded with their winter mantle of snow and ice. 
Locals knew better than to be caught out on the river this time of 
year, when the thick winter shell begins to split and break into huge, 
house-sized chunks, sometimes rising from the frigid waters like giant 
freshwater glaciers, slowly beginning the long journey downriver to the 
Arctic.

This was a time of year when you traveled by land, or by air, or you 
didn't travel at all. During this short transition from winter to 
summer, without the luxuries of spring, there could be no travel on the 
Mackenzie at all, and travelers found themselves stranded in the north 
country's few settlements until the river was clear enough for boat 
traffic to resume. Once in a while, some foolhardy soul would venture 
out onto the ice with his dogsled or modern snowmobile, and if he was 
lucky, he might make it back with only a wet chill and soaked clothing, 
but if his luck ran out, they'd never find his sled or his body as the 
surging Mackenzie carried him to the frozen Arctic.

Arnie Dennison was no fool, there could be no question about that. 
Maybe he paced his cabin like a caged polar bear waiting for the river 
to clear so his barges could resume hauling gear and supplies for the 
mineral exploration sites downriver, but he knew better than to tangle 
with the elements. Up here in the Arctic, a man develops a healthy 
respect for the fickleness of Nature, in a land where wandering out for 
a breath of fresh air in the perpetual darkness of midwinter can mean 
quick death, a land where temperatures sometimes soar from fifty below 
to eighty above in less than a day, and can swing the opposite way just 
as quickly.

He'd been up here in the forgotten part of Canada too long to make the 
kind of mistakes newcomers sometimes died from, and he planned to leave 
this frozen land one day a hell of a lot richer than when he'd made his 
way North in 1956. He was hardly more than a kid then, and single, 
searching for that overnight million he knew was just waiting for him 
somewhere up here. Gold, maybe, or oil, or that new mineral everybody 
was talking about then, uranium.

But he'd learned the hard way that there was no quick and easy way to 
get rich, here or anywhere else, and by 1960, after four years of 
working on riverboats, roughnecking on oil rigs, and finally, flying 
geologists into the Arctic tundra for a charter-plane operator he'd met 
in Alaska, he began to see the pieces falling into place.

He must have watched a thousand men straggle into this desolate country 
at one time or another; some of them found what they were looking for, 
most didn't. But through it all, through rich strikes and crushing 
near-misses, the ones who stayed on, year after year, were not the 
miners, not the geologists from the big oil companies back in the 
States not the crackpots with their homemade Geiger counters, but the 
merchants--the men who sold them the food, the wolfskin parkas, the 
rifles and ammunition, the men who carried them in with stars in their 
eyes, and ferried them out, often broke and disgusted. No matter how 
well or how poorly the fortune-hunters fared, the suppliers came out on 
top. And that was where Arnold L. Dennison wanted to be--right on the 
very top.

Four years later, when he met Flo in Vancouver, he was more in a 
position to seriously think about getting married than in those rugged, 
leaner years scrounging for every cent. Business was surprisingly good 
right from the start, despite all the fatalistic warnings from the old-
timers along the river. He shrugged off their admonitions as just what 
they were: fearful, empty predictions from frightened old men, afraid 
of new blood, new competition.

He'd tried his best to get along with the longtime residents, but he 
knew only too well that some of them resented his success, though he 
gave it little thought how they cared.

Florence was working in a British Columbia beer bar when they first 
met, through a girlfriend of hers who just happened to have a date the 
night Arnie arrived in town and gave her a call. Her loss was Flo's 
gain, Arnie always told himself, and he made sure she remembered it. 
Flo never complained about the harshness of life in the sub-Arctic, and 
Arnie liked that--a woman's place is at her man's side, no matter how 
rough the going gets, he often said.

*   *   *

Flo was still in bed when Arnie stomped in with the mail, shaking the 
matted snow from his parka and boots in the narrow hall before entering 
the living room. This cozy cabin was his most important accomplishment, 
he felt, and it gave him great pleasure to know he'd built it with his 
own two hands, the materials either hauled in from his own forest 
holdings or paid for with his struggled-for earnings.

It had started as a two-room cottage, just after Flo came up from 
Vancouver, and half a year before they were married. They lived in it 
for nearly two years before Arnie was able to save enough to really 
finish it like he'd dreamed of on those long winter nights. It had cost 
him about fifteen thousand dollars, in all, but he had a home that 
couldn't be duplicated back in the States for twice that amount, and 
twenty-five acres of land surrounding it besides.

The new kitchen had been the first addition to the old structure, 
furnished with all new appliances that had taken nearly four months to 
make the long journey from Whitehorse, down in the Yukon Territory. 
Then came the three bedrooms, and Arnie's pride, his paneled office. 
That was when he knew he'd really made it, the day that plush retreat 
was finished. In the snowed-in winter months, he ran all the operations 
of Dennison Suppliers & Outfitters from that office, and he spent most 
of every single day behind that door, poring over his books, wracking 
his head for a better or cheaper way to run his business, or a new 
angle to try, a new dollar to earn.

"Flo, get your ass out of bed!" he shouted this day. "It's not your 
birthday." He hung his heavy jacket by the door, over the heater vent 
so it could dry out, and tugged off his leather boots. Placing them 
close, but not close enough to crack, to the heat source, he plopped 
down in his favorite chair in the living room, directly in front of the 
smoldering ruins of the fire he'd started before he left for the post 
office two hours earlier.

Flo entered, her hair uncombed and her eyes still half-closed with 
sleep.

"Hey, how come you let the fire go out," he asked, ripping open a large 
manila envelope with new orders from the American Petroleum base camp 
far downriver. "I told you to keep an eye on it when I left."

She wiped the sleep from her eyes. "Oh, stop belly-aching. I got up 
twice, but I must have fallen asleep again. I'll light another one, 
don't get all worked up about it."

Arnie had forgotten all about the fire by this time, and was engrossed 
in the increased orders the mail had brought. He shoved the purchase 
orders back in the envelope and quickly thumbed through the rest of the 
mail before heading for his study. "Here," he said, not looking up, "I 
think this one's from that little pussy, Ginny. You read it ... I've 
got too much work to do." He waved it in Flo's direction, and she left 
the fire long enough to take it from his hand.

Ripping it open, it didn't take her long to read it over, and it was 
obvious the girl's spirits were somewhat less than high.

"Arnie, you should take a look at this letter," said Flo, still 
thumbing through the last pages. "The poor kid sounds miserable. She 
can't find a job, and Fred never writes, and she's so lonely all by 
herself there."

Arnie didn't look up. "By herself? What'ya mean, she's got millions of 
neighbors in Los Angeles. I don't call that being alone."

"Don't be so heartless," snapped Flo. "Have you forgotten what it means 
to be down on your luck, and not to have anyone to fall back on?"

Arnie put down his papers. "I never had anybody to help me, and I made 
it all right. What's the kid complaining about? She's getting those 
monthly checks from the Army, ain't she?"

"And how much is that? Do you really think that's enough to live on in 
Los Angeles? Maybe in Norman Wells, but not in California. Everything 
costs a fortune down there, and you know it. Or have you been stuck up 
here in the snow so long you've forgotten what it's like?"

Arnie was getting annoyed; he didn't like this kind of talk from 
anyone, especially his wife. "Stop riding me, woman. If you don't like 
it here, you know how to get out, don't you?"

Flo's scowling face suddenly softened. "Oh, Arnie, you big bear, stop 
being so mean. Of course I like it here. I'm with you, aren't I?" She 
walked over to his chair, and gave him a big hug, throwing both arms 
tightly around his chest from behind. "You're the only man for me, 
honey. And if the Northwest Territories are home for you, then they're 
home for me too."

"Well, don't say things you don't mean," he growled, "It's too early in 
the day for fighting. What else has Ginny got to say?"

Arnie reminisced about his last--and only--trip to California, right 
after his brother Fred and Ginny were married. He and Flo had flown 
down for the ceremony; it was the only decent thing to do, especially 
since there'd be no other relatives there for the occasion. Mom and Pop 
were too sickly to make the flight, though Mom wouldn't have been 
dragged bodily on an airplane, regardless of her health. And Ginny's 
mother bowed out rather gracelessly, offering some lame excuse about 
the change in climate being so bad for her arthritis. Fred had written 
that she really refused to come because he and Ginny had been living 
together before they were married, and she considered that an 
unforgivable sin. He remembered what a pretty little number Ginny was, 
almost too pretty for the likes of Fred, with that gorgeous, just-
blossoming figure of hers, and that silky auburn hair that splashed 
over her shoulders. Ah yes, that was one little piece he wouldn't mind 
giving a tumble ...

"... Arnie? Arnie, were you listening to me?"

He snapped back to his chair in his living room in Norman Wells, and 
forgot, for the moment, about that tasty morsel stranded without her 
man five thousand miles away in warm, sunny California.

"... I said, why don't we invite Ginny up here? She could find 
something to do in the village for the summer, and maybe she'd feel 
more like making a go of it in Los Angeles by the time winter sets back 
in. Well, how about it?"

Arnie only looked at her, a slow widening grin spreading across his 
face.

"Now you cut that out, Arnie Dennison," teased Flo. "That's your 
sister-in-law, in case you don't remember. And you can just get those 
thoughts out of your dirty little mind right now."

"Sister-in-law, hell," answered Arnie, "she's a cunt, ain't she? That's 
all I need to know."

Flo tossed herself into his lap, her arms around his neck. "I can't 
fool you, can I honey? I guess you and me are just two beans in a pod. 
To tell you the truth, I was kinda making plans for you in that 
direction myself. That way I won't feel so bad when I spread my legs 
for that good-looking Swede foreman of yours, knowing you've got some 
on the side for yourself."

Arnie gave her a playful slap on her bottom, stinging her flesh through 
the thin robe. "Okay, slut, you've got yourself a deal ... You get me 
into that sweet little bitch, and Gus is all yours. I'll make a present 
of him to ya."

"You mean I should invite Ginny? Do you really want me to?" asked Flo.

"Of course. Unless you plan for me to go down there."

Flo leaped up and began to scrounge for a pen and her box of writing 
stationery. "It's a deal, baby. I'll write her right now, and you can 
take it down to the postal drop this afternoon." She closed her eyes 
and ran her hands down between her thighs. "Mmmmmmm ... I can just feel 
that big Swede's dick in me right now. You can start dropping a few 
hints ... like you did with Benny Alexander ... 'cause that gorgeous 
hunk of man is as good as mine."

Arnie laughed to himself--he liked Flo even more when she got like 
this. It was a part of her that made her that much more a real woman in 
his eyes--she felt no shame about her sex desires, never kept them 
bottled up inside like most women. And he didn't mind at all, as long 
as there was always plenty of that sweet pussy left for him, why should 
he mind if she spread it around a little. After all, he was quick to do 
the same thing, every chance he got.

But this was going to be one time when it really mattered ... one time 
he really wanted to get into that little honey's pants ... and he 
didn't aim to lose out, no matter what it took!



Chapter 5


Three weeks can be an awfully long time in the North country, where the 
nights are six months long, and the only television comes in over the 
government channel, and listening to the radio is something reserved 
for those late-night hours, provided the antenna is up and there's no 
interference from the Northern Lights. But these particular three weeks 
crept by unusually slowly, as if they would never end, and Arnie grew 
restless and jumpy like a pent-up animal. Flo did her best to stay away 
from him, dodging his razor-edged temper as it grew sharper and 
sharper.

"Arnie, I sometimes wonder if you've got all the sense you're supposed 
to have," said Flo finally. "You've been grumbling and muttering around 
here for days, and I'm about to lose my mind putting up with you ... I 
don't know what you're more worked up about, Ginny coming or that damn 
dog of yours Gus's bringing back from Old Crow."

"Don't call Novlik any of your names," snapped Arnie. "You know his 
name ... Use it! He's goddamn important to me, Flo, and you know why."

Flo had been through this argument too many times to hold out any hope 
for winning. "Okay, okay. You don't have to tell me that whole story 
again. About how Novlik chewed through his harness and swam fifty yards 
in Telegraph Creek to pull you ashore when you and him went through the 
ice. I've heard it so many times I could recite it for you backwards if 
you'd like!"

Arnie stopped his restless pacing, the first time in nearly an hour. 
"Maybe you'd have liked it better if he'd just left me out there in 
that cold water, half-unconscious and all! Maybe you'd have liked that, 
huh?!"

Flo shook her head disgustedly. "Honestly, Arnie, sometimes you're just 
a little kid. You know I didn't even know you then. I was back in 
Montana when that happened. So how could it have made any difference to 
me one way or the other?"

"You know what I meant," grumbled Arnie. "And ... and who else would 
have risked their life to save mine? Nobody, that's who! Novlik and I 
have been buddies a long time, and may be he's just a dog to you, but 
he's like a brother to me. And don't you forget it!"

Flo smiled and gave her husband a friendly peck on the cheek. "I'm 
sorry, honey. I guess you've got me a little worked up with all your 
worrying and pacing like a bitch in heat. Anyway, he's due back today, 
and you know Gus'll take good care of him coming from Old Crow. He'll 
feel a lot better after his trip to the vet, and so will you. Then 
maybe we can start making plans for Ginny's arrival ... she's due in 
another week. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

Arnie looked her straight in the eye, grinning like a Cheshire cat. 
"Don't be ridiculous, woman," he laughed, "I'm thinking about that 
sweet little pussy almost as much as I am about Novlik ... I'm going 
down to the airstrip and wait for Gus. He oughta be here soon. I'll 
give him your best."

Flo gave him a playful squeeze, tugging affectionately at his cock 
through his heavy work pants. "Don't worry about that ... I'll give him 
my best ... My very best!"

*   *   *

It was dark again, and the temperature had plummeted twenty degrees 
since Arnie left for the slow trudge through a half mile of melting ice 
and snow to the airstrip on the edge of the village, and she could hear 
them coming before they passed the general store and post office. 
Novlik had a distinctive bark that she could pick out over that of any 
of the dozens of dogs in town. And it carried for miles through the 
still sub-Arctic night, booming from his huge hairy chest like a 
cannon's report as he bounced along happily, sliding here and there on 
the freshly frozen ice while Arnie ran wearily along behind.

In a few minutes, they were pounding on the front door, then bursting 
in like a couple of carefree kids, slinging slush and snow all over the 
floor as Novlik shook his heavy fur clean.

"No! Not here! Outside, Novlik, outside!" she shrieked.

Arnie only laughed, but at least stepped back onto the front steps to 
kick the ice from his boots. "Don't scold him, Flo. It'll melt ... He's 
just happy to see you, that's all. Tell him you missed him, and give 
him a little pat on the head."

Flo obliged, knowing that to snub Arnie's dog would be a terrible 
mistake. Sometimes she wondered how she ranked in this household--
whether she was around for Novlik's convenience, or him for hers.

"As soon as you get your wet things off, come on in the kitchen. I've 
got some steaks on the broiler right now."

"I hope you saved one for Novlik. He's probably awfully hungry after 
his adventure. Gus told me he hadn't eaten a thing since they picked 
him up last night at the Mountie Station."

"Mountie Station?" questioned Flo, "I thought he was at the vet's."

Arnie dropped his boots by the heater grill, and closed the hall door. 
"He was. But the vet had to leave rather unexpectedly, so he dropped 
him with the RCMP outfit in Old Crow, so he wouldn't have to leave him 
alone out at the kennel. Good old Gus, he had enough sense to ask 
around when he got there and the Doc's place was all closed up. One of 
the vet's neighbors told him where to find Novlik, and he went back 
into the village and picked him up. He said the Mounties hated to see 
him go ... They don't have any dogs there since they switched to 
snowmobiles. Some of the old-timers said it was like the old days, 
having a malamute around again."

Florence was tempted to say the Mounties could have kept the beast, as 
far as she was concerned, but she thought better of it, and pulled 
another steak from the refrigerator for him.

Novlik immediately caught the scent of raw meat, and bounded into the 
kitchen like a charging lion, his thick furry tail wagging excitedly. 
Flo tossed it to him quickly, before he could jump up on her with his 
huge paws. She was still carrying a bruise on her side from the last 
time she'd fed him. It was no use complaining to Arnie about his dog's 
over enthusiastic friskiness; that dog could do no wrong in Arnie's 
eyes.

Novlik pranced into the back bedroom, the one he usually had all to 
himself, and contentedly began working on his two pound steak, pulling 
it apart with his sharp teeth, the bone crunching easily in his 
powerful jaws.

Arnie and Flo finished their dinner without another interruption, and 
settled in the living room afterward, the supper dishes still on the 
table.

"I told Gus to come right over," said Arnie, "I told him that hot cunt 
of yours needed some attention, and you'd picked him to do the job."

Flo nearly dropped her gin-and-tonic. "You what!? You didn't really say 
that did you? Well, did you?"

Arnie was nearly doubled with laughter. "Oh, baby, you should have seen 
the look on your face. I'd have given a hundred bucks to have a picture 
of that. You really fell for it, didn't you?"

"Well, it sounded like the kind of thing that twisted mind of yours 
would dream up," exclaimed Flo, "and besides, with you I never know 
when you're putting me on."

Arnie downed the last of his bourbon, and helped himself to another 
healthy slug from the bottle on the counter separating the living room 
from the kitchen. "I should have told him. It would be a whole lot 
simpler."

"Oh, no you don't, Arnie Dennison," threatened Flo, waving her fist in 
a gesture of mock defiance. "You stay out of it. All you have to do is 
lay the groundwork--the rest is up to me. It wouldn't be any fun your 
way. Getting there is half the fun."

Arnie looked at his wife, wondering how most men would feel about a 
woman like her; a woman who needs more than one man to keep her 
satisfied. Sometimes he wondered how many men Flo would have if they 
lived somewhere else, Los Angeles maybe. Just how many one-nighters 
would she give herself if there were hundreds of men around for the 
taking? It didn't really bother him, and that was what puzzled him most 
sometimes. He was supposed to be jealous and possessive about his 
woman, at least that was what he'd always been told. But with Flo, it 
was something different, something exciting, and most of all, 
completely open and honest. There wasn't any sneaking around in their 
marriage; everything was done right out in the daylight, with no lies, 
no excuses.

Of course, he'd never been the ideal devoted husband, either. When the 
opportunities were there, he'd never been one to turn down a little on 
the side. And he'd have done a lot more of it if running his company 
hadn't always taken so damn much of his time.

Flo was getting drunk now, he could always tell. He listened as her 
words began to blur a little around the edges, and her sentences 
occasionally took on extra verbs and adjectives. It never took much--
Flo'd never been one to hold her liquor; two or three drinks, and she 
was under the table.

"You really think that good-looking Swede wants to get in your pants, 
huh?" he teased, ready for a little fun to keep the evening 
interesting. "What makes you think you've got anything he wants? You're 
not quite the little dish you used to be, ya know. Why should he mess 
around with an old woman like you."

"Old woman!" Arnie sensed he'd struck a tender nerve. "Who the hell's 
an old woman!? Why, I've got a better body than most girls ten years 
older than me ..."

"You mean ten years younger, don't you, Baby?"

Flo thought it over a second. "Yeah ... that's what I meant to say ... 
Anyway, you know what I mean. Here, take a look at this ... Is this the 
body of an old woman?"

She yanked her housedress over her head, and she was wearing nothing 
underneath, not even panties.

"Goddamn, woman. Is that the way you run around all day? No wonder 
you're always so horny, galavantin' around with no drawers on. Where's 
your pants, cunt? Ain't you got any?"

Flo left the dress where it fell, right in front of her on the floor. 
"Of course I've got some. For your information, Mr. Wise-ass, I was 
getting ready to take a bath when you and that furry brother of yours 
came in. That's why I don't have any underwear on, all right?"

"Furry brother, huh? You calling me a son-of-a-bitch?" asked Arnie, 
staring her right in the face as though he meant it.

"Baby, if the shoe fits, wear it," laughed Flo, lifting her large, firm 
tits with both hands and aiming them tauntingly in Arnie's direction. 
"Hey, here comes your brother now. Here, boy! Come see the other SOB! 
Here, boy!"

Novlik took his cue like a veteran, and bounded into the living room at 
full speed, barking loudly as he cleared the length of the room in 
three huge leaps.

"No, Novlik! Don't jump! Don't ..." but it was too late. Flo had 
forgotten her hard-learned lesson; that was, never to call the enormous 
animal unless she was prepared to be knocked for a spin. He slammed 
into her chest with his tremendous furry paws and sent her sprawling 
onto the bearskin in front of the fire, arms and legs flying in every 
direction, and Novlik--all one-hundred-and-fifty pounds of him--right 
on top of her.

"That's what you get, stupid," roared Arnie, tears of laughter running 
down his cheeks. "That'll teach you to lay off the booze for a while?"

Flo was futilely struggling to shove the heavy mass of still damp fur 
off her, cursing the animal at the top of her lungs, "Get off me, you 
goddamn hippopotamus! Get the hell off!"

"Now, now, Florence," said Arnie with a trace of derision, "you know 
you shouldn't talk like that around Novlik. He's not used to foul-
mouthed broads. Talk nice to him, and he'll do what you tell him."

"Talk nice, my ass!" bellowed Flo, still pinned under the hairy 
behemoth. "I'll kill him if he doesn't get off me!"

"Here, Novlik ... Sit! Over here, fella." Novlik instantly obeyed, 
stepping right in the middle of Flo's chest as he trotted over to his 
master's side.

"Shit! That damn beast of yours will be the death of me yet," muttered 
Flo, brushing the mud off her skin and looking for any broken bones. 
"How come you don't teach him no manners if he's gonna live in the 
house like people?"

"He just likes you, sweetheart, that's all ... Isn't that right, 
Novlik?" The huge dog barked twice--loudly--and the echoing roar seemed 
to fill the whole house. "See, cunt, what'd I tell you? He's just a 
man, like all the rest. He knows a bitch in heat when he sees one."

Novlik left his post and sauntered over to Flo, nuzzling her bare leg 
affectionately with his cold, wet nose.

Flo grudgingly gave the animal a quick pat, and the enormous dog 
promptly rolled over on his back, his fluffy tail swishing wildly, and 
his long, pink tongue trailing from his panting mouth.

"See, I told you he likes you. He wants you to rub his belly."

Flo stroked the downy flesh of his underbelly, and as if on signal, his 
huge, bright red penis began to swell and poke from its furry sheath.

"You've sure got the knack, all right," laughed Arnie, finishing his 
third bourbon. "Even the dogs know about that gaping, hot cunt of 
yours. Give him a little hand job there, sweetie, that's all he wants. 
Why, he ain't been around no girl dogs in weeks."

Flo pulled her hand away from his belly. "You shut up, Arnie! I don't 
need to sit here and listen to that kind of talk from you!"

Arnie's smile suddenly melted away, and his eyes seemed almost to grow 
a shade darker--and twice as cold. "You'll take any kind of talk I want 
to give to you, bitch, and don't you forget it! And you'll do what I 
say ... unless you know somebody else who'd put up with your crap! I 
was only kidding you, cunt, but now I mean it. You're always bragging 
about how good you are with men. Let's see what you can do with 
Novlik!"

"You're crazy! You're completely off your nut, you know that!?" 
answered Flo. "I'm not about to satisfy no dog ... for you or anybody 
else!"

Arnie slowly stood up, put his drink down, and quietly pulled his 
three-inch leather belt from his belt loops, then doubled it and 
dragged it lingeringly across the palm of his left hand. Flo felt her 
skin break out in a million goose bumps as she remembered the last time 
that hot strap had left bloody blisters across her backside--the time 
she'd stayed overnight with that geologist from Chicago without telling 
Arnie where she was. She knew he meant business, that he'd use that 
frightening thing on her again if she riled him.

"Okay, Arnie ... You win, I'll do it." She dropped to her knees and 
placed her hand gently on the big dog's heaving belly.

Arnie chuckled as the soft full cheeks of her buttocks faced him and he 
could make out the narrow hairline slit of her pink open pussy nestled 
between the ivory columns of her smooth thighs, her fleshy lips pouting 
as if they were angry.

"You're always one step ahead of me, aren't you bitch?" he said, 
stepping out of his pants and settling to his knees right behind her. 
His prick snapped up instantly, already hard and eager. He laughed 
menacingly, then, "All right, boy! Get ready for a real treat! Tonight 
you're getting a real human bitch!"

The pink furry skin of the dog's belly lay exposed to her, and with it, 
the long shaft of his prick. And at the base of his sex, his huge 
nearly-black testicles like furry golf balls. She took it all in, 
slowly realizing what her husband had dreamed up for her.

She started to turn around and confront him, but he came over her naked 
buttocks from behind and grabbed her securely around the waist. "You 
don't want to be making any sudden moves now, cunt. He might get mad 
and take a hunk out of you. And we wouldn't want that, would we," he 
sneered. "You just give him a good blow job, and don't make any quick 
moves unless ..."

"My God, Arnie! Have you lost your mind completely!? I can't do that! 
Not to a dog! Dear God no ... I can't Arnie ... I can't do that!"

He only laughed. She was in utter torment, and he wallowed in it. "You 
fuckin' slut! What makes you think you're too good to suck my friend 
there? He's more of a man than some of those fruits you run around 
with! Why, you're not even worthy to suck him ... You should feel 
honored that he'll even let you put those lips of yours on his prick. 
You'd better reconsider, slut, or I'll change your mind for you!"

He reached for his leather belt, and Flo's mind spun crazily at the 
prospect of this awful thing he was demanding of her. She knew she had 
no choice--he'd use that belt on her without a moment's hesitation. But 
to do that to a dog! Could she make herself do it ...?

"Make up your mind, bitch! What's it gonna be?" he roared.

Her hand shaking like a falling leaf, she slowly reached down and took 
the forbidding length of his animal prick in her hand. Novlik squirmed 
impatiently under her gentle touch.

"Turn your head so I can see you," ordered Arnie. "I wanna see it going 
in and out of that dog-sucking mouth of yours. Suck it good, now ... 
Suck it!"

Vainly, she tried to blot out all thoughts of what she was doing from 
her mind, and to hold back the choking wad of nausea filling her 
stomach. She placed the side of her face on the big animal's warm belly 
while she fondled his long, fur-encased member with her hand. Slowly, 
ever so slowly, she stroked it, while Arnie looked on wide-eyed, and 
suddenly ... it appeared ... the pointed, red glistening tip of his 
long prick oozing out of its protective sheath, slowly moving forward. 
She took long, deep breaths to fight back the nausea ...

"Now! Suck it, slut! Suck it!" Arnie yelled.

Holding her breath now, she did it. Pushing it all from her mind, Flo 
opened her lips and allowed the slender forepart to slide into her 
moist mouth ... far inside until it touched the back of her throat, 
then bringing her rough tongue into action. The taste surprised her, 
amazingly it was almost sweet, and very tangy, even better than some 
men she'd tasted. The animal responded almost immediately, hunching his 
rear flanks forward as she sucked and twirled his organ in her mouth. 
As she moved her hand to his balls, caressing them lightly with her 
fingertips, a long, low whine came from his throat, and his left rear 
leg began to quiver convulsively.

Three double shots of booze had dulled her palate, but the taste was 
surprisingly delicate, not like she'd have imagined, if she'd ever 
given it any thought. She hollowed her cheeks slightly as the long, 
tapered shaft shot into her mouth in a steady, pumping rhythm. She 
closed her teeth, but not enough to hurt the animal, swirling her 
tongue around his pink member as the excitement of this incredible 
thing she was doing began to kindle inside her. Somehow, it didn't seem 
nearly so awful as she anticipated; rather, almost enjoyable in a 
terribly wicked, forbidden sort of way.

"Suck it, bitch! Suck it good!" Arnie shouted at her, maneuvering his 
wife's wide-spread buttocks back toward him and gaping greedily at the 
tight, puckered little entrance to her brown, hairless anus.

His cock jutted forward again, as if it had a mind of its own, and he 
reached down and pulled the thick foreskin back, then crawled in closer 
to her backside, dragging his thick penis through the wet juices of her 
moist pussy to get it well lubricated. Again he did that, delighting in 
the visible shiver that raced along her spine as his cock brushed the 
sensitive lips of her ever hungry pussy.

"Put it in!" he barked, gripping her hips tightly like handles. "Hurry 
up! Stick it in you, slut!"

Obediently, her hand came back around her hips and he watched eagerly 
as she grasped it tightly and forced its swollen tip into the 
deliciously tight, constricting ring of her anus. He couldn't hold back 
a loud gasp as his prick slipped into the taut sheath, the muscular 
rings clasping it agonizingly tight as his throbbing shaft wormed its 
way into her asshole. He gave a sharp, deliberate lunge and heard her 
moan as he inched his hardened cock into the warm, velvet folds of her 
tender passage.

Florence felt the sudden surge of his hot, throbbing shaft ramming 
upward into her tight passage and she had to cry out, but the 
fantastic, lascivious delight of the animal cock fucking into her 
ovaled lips was beyond anything she'd imagined. It was beginning to 
taste even sweeter, and the way it plunged taperedly into her mouth was 
driving her wild with pure animal lust. Sex at home had grown dull and 
lifeless for her, but the perverted thrill of this incredible 
experience was almost too much to bear. Arnie was screwing into her 
puckered anus, something she'd grown accustomed to and she could take 
it or leave it, but Novlik was thrusting his hard animal cock into her 
mouth and would soon squirt his own life-giving sperm into her in a 
seething flood ... and suddenly she wanted it ... she wanted it badly!

She thirsted for his animal cum in her mouth ... rushing down her 
throat ... choking her as it spurted in a hot, sticky torrent! Maybe 
she'd finally cracked up, but that was what she wanted, and she sucked 
and tongued his glistening pink spear ravenously while Arnie burrowed 
his stiffened rod into the tender depths of her back passage. She could 
feel his heavy, sperm-laden balls slapping with a loud thump against 
the sensitive folds of her cunt, and she closed her eyes, savoring 
every second of this abandoned, wicked ecstasy she had suddenly found.

"Aaaaagghhh! You're hurting me!" She opened her lips around Novlik's 
prick pumping into her mouth enough to speak as her husband rammed his 
cock into the rubbery, yielding depths of her rectum, shoving the soft, 
tender flesh aside before it until his loins finally collided roughly 
with her widespread buttocks, flattening them beneath his weight. Every 
inch of his long, thick prick was buried in her warm, tightly 
constricting rectum.

Gasping for a quick breath, Flo was unable to move even a little to 
ease the agonizing pain as her husband's sadistic cock impaled her 
helplessly, rammed to the hilt in her anus, her thighs split horribly 
apart. He was showing her no mercy, and she wouldn't satisfy him by 
begging for any. She fought back the tears as wave after wave of sharp 
pain shot upward from her obscenely stretching rectal passage. The 
torture was incredible!

Arnie cursed under his breath with delight, reveling with lewd 
excitement at the feel of his wife's ass pressing tightly against his 
hairy pelvis, while he watched Novlik's long, crimson prick sliding wet 
and glistening between her pursed lips, his strong, sinewy flanks 
jerking spasmodically while she scratched delicately at his furry 
animal balls with the nails of one hand. Goddamn, he didn't know if he 
could take it! He shoved his loins forward into her tightly puckered 
tunnel and his eyes focused intently on the stiffened rod that 
disappeared completely in the stretched, brown hole between the jutting 
fleshy mounds of her buttocks. He grunted with pleasure and drew the 
hard, blood-filled shaft out slightly, watching with cruel passion-
dazed eyes as the tender pink flanges of tender flesh were pulled out 
with it; then his cock disappeared once more in the forbidden aperture 
with his inward thrust that sank his cock again up to the hilt in her 
rectum. His breathing became faster and suddenly he began rocking 
rhythmically in and out of her warm clasping channel, deep down into 
her belly with each and every thrust.

"Oooooh ... oooohh ... oooohh," Florence moaned around Novlik's ever 
swelling organ buried in her mouth, as she knelt like a wretched slave 
before him, committed to his cruel satisfaction. Arnie delighted in 
watching her lose control like this--it gave him great amusement to 
watch her grinding back onto his wet, glistening shaft as it cruelly 
sodomized her again and again. She seemed to be enjoying the vicious 
thrusts that spread her tender rectum walls so painfully ... enjoying 
this savage ravishment of her asshole. Damn, she was incredible! What 
an unbelievable slut she had become! The pain seemed to be gone, for 
she was sucking the animal's prick with obvious wild-eyed delight, even 
reaching down between her spread thighs with her free hand and 
fingering her own clitoris, rubbing it fiercely in an insane effort to 
bring on her delicious, all-consuming climax.

Christ, he'd never in his whole life witnessed anything like this! Not 
even in those wild Alaskan whorehouses he used to visit when he was 
working freighters. He gaped with amazement at his vicious white cock 
disappearing and reappearing as he rammed it all the way into her 
savagely grinding buttocks with each powerful, sadistic thrust. She was 
taking everything he could throw to her, and was hungry for more. Not 
even the tiniest bit of his prick could be seen as he buried it 
relentlessly into the tightly clasping passage, its blood-swollen head 
straining far up into her tender, hungrily clutching depths.

On and on she sucked at Novlik's pistoning, scarlet prick, her fingers 
warmly caressing his downy black balls, while her other hand fondled 
the wet, puckered lips of her own wide-spread slit. He felt her 
buttocks tighten as she squirmed to suck him up even further into her 
ravenous belly, filling her taut rectum with his stiffened manhood as 
she came nearer and nearer to her own fulfillment. He couldn't stand 
any more, and he began pounding into the hungry furrow furiously, 
slamming his pelvis against her exposed buttocks so hard he thought 
he'd split her in half.

Nothing else in the world mattered to Flo except the burning desire 
ravaging her knotted belly, and where the shame and humiliation should 
have been, there was only an uncontrollable hunger for more ... more! 
Her ravenous needs grew maddening as Arnie stepped up the pace of his 
powerful assault on her rearward passage, and her wildly quivering 
belly and loins screamed desperately for precious relief. She ground 
back against his impaling shaft like the insatiable bitch she was, all 
the while sucking and tonguing the sweet, honey-tasting animal prick 
fucking deliciously into her throat. She could feel the telltale moans 
of passion slipping from her lungs. She was nearly there ...!

Novlik's massive, sinewy body began to quiver convulsively, and 
suddenly without warning, Florence's mouth was filled with a great 
undamming of thick warm liquid which gagged her and slithered and oozed 
down her hungrily gulping throat. Like a starving animal, she sucked 
and swallowed, sucked and swallowed while the huge beast whined with 
ecstatic delight, and her whole body shivered with the pleasurable 
raptures of unrestrained masochism ...

Just as quickly as it came, it was all over, and the huge dog's prick 
began to deflate and withdraw from her eagerly clasping lips, until 
finally, the animal rolled from beneath her and got to its feet.

"Oh, yes, yes! Oh ... Oooooohhhh ..." she moaned pathetically at her 
panting husband as he pistoned savagely into her wildly stretched 
rectal passage, streams of sweat running from his body and mingling 
with her own as they coursed along her thighs and legs. "I ... I'm 
going to cum! I'm going to ... Now! Oh, God, nowwwww!"

As his fiercely battering cock worked itself again and again into her 
rectum, her hips forced themselves back on the painfully impaling 
shaft, and she groaned incessantly as the pleasure grew greater ... 
greater ... and then--burst in a dizzying whirl of color. Never had she 
dreamed Arnie could bring her such incredible blissfulness ... never 
had she known such total and devouring wantonness.

She was spinning out of control in a frenzied rippling orgasm that 
filled her whole being. She was gone! Nothing else mattered ... nothing 
but those delicious, satisfying chills of pure pleasure coursing 
through her ravished body.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh ..." she screamed, as the blessed, fulfilling relief 
spread over her naked form, her senses dazed to everything around her 
in the magnificence of this special moment.

Arnie cursed aloud, still sawing into her savagely with the last of his 
stored-up strength, thrusting into her so hard she thought his 
enormous, throbbing prick would rip all the way through her, and burst 
out her mouth; she moaned pitifully from the pain, but offered no 
resistance. She felt his strong pelvis snap convulsively against the 
flattened mounds of her buttocks and then a great, flooding surge of 
thick, hot semen burst up into her rectum, filling her trembling belly 
to the brim, and oozing out in a thin, hot rivulet down the inside of 
her quivering thigh.

She heard him gasp one last satisfied groan of relief and withdraw, his 
rubbery cock now deflated. Her tightly clasping passage released its 
grip on his limp organ reluctantly, and he slithered out of her with a 
wet sucking sound. In its place came a quick, welcome chilling rush of 
air in her unplugged hole; then, she too fell forward and sprawled 
exhausted on the carpet, her breasts heaving beneath her.

Florence lay very still for what seemed like a long time, then gathered 
enough strength to climb shakily to her feet, wiping the thin trail of 
semen from her thighs, retrieving her dress from the floor. She could 
feel Arnie's eyes on the naked flesh of her back even before she turned 
and faced him. When she finally did, there was no mistaking the mask of 
contempt twisting his face, but she'd expected nothing less. There 
could be no mercy, no understanding about something like this. 
Subjecting her to every unspeakable indecency he could dream up was not 
enough; only by rubbing her face in it could he really be satisfied.

"You really are a slut, you know that," he sneered. "You're even worse 
than I thought."

Flo knew better than to argue with him when he was like this. "I'm 
going to take a bath now, and go to bed. I'll see you." She turned 
slowly and made her way to the bedroom, her equilibrium off from the 
dizzying spin her mind had suffered.

Arnie reached down beside his favorite chair, his hand touching 
Novlik's furry head. "You liked that all right, didn't you pal?"

Novlik answered with a quick swish of his thick tail.

"Well, if all goes well, old buddy," grinned Arnie, rubbing the mammoth 
dog's forehead, "maybe in a few days you'll have another playmate ... A 
nice young one for you this time!"



Chapter 6


Winter was making one last dying effort as Ginny stepped down from the 
commercial propjet at Whitehorse, Yukon Territory. The falling snow was 
so thick she couldn't see the hangar as she made her way toward the 
charter line headquarters, falling in huge wet snowflakes that stuck to 
her like glue. She was soaked to the skin when she finally reached the 
shelter of the hangar, and the tiny office of Northern Lines Charter 
Service.

"I'm Mrs. Dennison," she said hopefully, "I think my brother-in-law 
made arrangements for a flight with your company. Have I got the right 
place?"

A young-looking man wearing a ski jacket looked up from the pile of 
charts on the large table, "Yes, ma'am ... you've come to the right 
place, all right. I'm Rick Scovill, your pilot."

Ginny's first thought was that he looked much too young to be flying a 
plane. "Oh ... Well, I guess I'm ready anytime you are," she smiled.

"That might be quite a while, ma'am," replied the pilot, "I guess you 
didn't notice all that snow coming down out there."

Ginny looked out the window, as if she was seeing the near-blizzard for 
the first time. "Gee I guess I wasn't thinking," she said, a little 
embarrassed. "I just never thought about it, I suppose. But don't the 
planes take off in rain and snow and such? ... I thought I remembered 
flying in the snow one time, coming home to California from Indiana."

The young pilot laughed, "Wait till you see the plane we'll be using. 
It's not much like those big jets you're used to."

"Oh, I flew up here in one ... A small one, I mean. It only seated 
about twenty-five or thirty people."

Rick stepped back and opened a narrow door to the hangar behind the 
office; a cold gust swept through like a winter storm. "That plane over 
there ... that's what I meant when I said small." He pointed his index 
finger toward a well-maintained L-16, a World War II spotter plane.

"That thing?" shrieked Ginny. "You must be kidding! It looks like a 
toy!"

Rick motioned her through the doorway into the hangar, and Ginny 
followed close behind, shivering in the unheated immenseness of the old 
building. They passed a dozen or more larger planes; she'd seen 
photographs of similar ones in magazines. Even those looked small after 
the commercial liner she'd flown to Whitehorse on, but this tiny thing 
was too much!

"Well, here she is," said Rick proudly, opening the flimsy door on the 
pilot's side. Inside were two seats, one in front, one in back. 
"What'ya think of her? Quite a cute little number isn't she?"

Ginny shook her head incredulously. "Cute, yes ... but can it fly?"

"Sh-h-h-h," whispered Rick, "don't let Nancy hear you talk like that."

"Nancy?" Ginny looked around for another face, but they were apparently 
alone in the huge hangar.

"Yeah ... That's her name. Nancy, meet Mrs. Dennison from California."

Ginny felt rather awkward, never having been introduced to an airplane 
before, and she didn't know quite what to reply. "Uh ... could we go 
back inside your office, Mr. Scovill? I'm freezing to death."

"Sure," answered Rick. "This was terribly inconsiderate of me. I forgot 
you aren't used to our Canadian weather yet. But you will be if you 
stay up on the Mackenzie very long."

Ginny had to think for a moment before her memory told her that was the 
name of the big river Arnie and Florence lived on. It flowed north, to 
the Arctic Ocean, she remembered from one of Arnie's old letters.

"I don't think I'll be up there too long," said Ginny. "Maybe just for 
the summer."

Rick smiled, "If that's the case, you might not see any real North 
country weather at all. It'll be more like California in the summer ... 
maybe even a little hotter."

"Hotter? I thought it was up close to the North Pole or something."

"You haven't done your homework, ma'am," said Rick, stifling a laugh. 
"Norman Wells is one helluva way from the North Pole ... if you'll 
pardon my language, ma'am."

Ginny could tell already she had a lot to learn about this strange part 
of the world. Strange at least to a small-town girl from Indiana. Cold 
weather and snow she'd come prepared for, but not for a California 
climate. "Just how warm is it up there in the summer?"

Rick thought for a moment. "Well, it depends on what part of the 
summer, such as it is. There's really only about two months of what 
you'd call summer. But sometimes it gets up in the nineties in the 
middle of the day ... though it might drop below freezing that same 
night."

"Ninety? I brought all my winter clothes!"

"Well, I wouldn't worry about it," laughed Rick. "Remember--it drops 
down awfully low sometimes at night. And you never know when a real 
cold wave is going to come through. Once in a while they get some 
awfully cold storms off the Arctic ice whistling up the Mackenzie."

Ginny was beginning to wonder if she'd made the right move in coming up 
here at all. But that had never crossed her mind back in Los Angeles; 
just the chance to get away from all her troubles and spend some time 
with relatives, even if they were in-laws, was all the incentive she 
needed to make up her mind. She hoped Fred wouldn't be too terribly 
angry when he got her letter. She hadn't had time to write him for his 
permission and wait for an answer. With the way he wrote letters, she 
might have been standing around for months waiting for Fred to say yes.

*   *   *

It was mid-afternoon when the freak snowstorm blew over, leaving in its 
wake a beautiful, cloudless blue sky that stretched from horizon to 
horizon. Ginny could make out the hazy shapes of distant mountains, far 
off to the north, ringed with cloud-like fog and squatting like 
watchdogs of the untamed Northwest Territories beyond, blocking out the 
influx of civilization from the warmer, less awesome south.

"Is that where we're going?" asked Ginny, peering out the misty window 
of Scovill's office. "It looks awfully rugged. Is there any chance ... 
I mean, is it dangerous?"

Rick was pulling on his insulated heavy jacket. "No, not terribly ... 
But it will be cold. Is that the only coat you have?"

Ginny was wearing the heaviest jacket she owned, one she never got a 
chance to wear in Los Angeles. "Yeah ... but I've got a sweater in my 
suitcase. I could put that on under my coat, if you think I'll need 
it."

"Don't bother," answered Rick, opening a locker behind the desk. "I 
think I can find something in here you can wear. Your brother-in-law 
should be able to get a real coat for you when you get to Norman 
Wells."

Rick picked up her suitcase from the combination baggage agent-ticket 
clerk in the tiny terminal building across the wide landing apron from 
the charter hangar and strapped it down in the back of the L-16 and 
Ginny climbed in, feeling more than a little embarrassed as she bent 
far over to maneuver into the back seat, revealing her thighs way up 
past the bottom of her white panties. No time for modesty, she told 
herself, and strapped the broad safety belt around her waist. Her elbow 
bumped the inside of the fuselage wall, and to her amazement, it gave 
like cloth!

"Rick! What's this plane made of?" she asked, almost hoping it had been 
her imagination.

"Oh, if you mean the fuselage covering, it's fabric ... a lot cheaper 
than metal, and a helluva lot lighter."

"Fabric! You mean like cloth ... cotton or something like that?" she 
asked.

"Yeah, something like that. But don't worry," he assured her. "It's 
airworthy. This little baby's been flying since 1943, and I don't think 
she's gonna quit on us now."

Ginny shook her head, unable to believe what she was about to do. 
Halfway across the Northwest Territories in a cloth-covered plane! I 
must be out of my mind!

*   *   *

The tiny L-16 leaped into the air almost before Ginny realized they 
were even moving down the runway, and before she could catch her 
breath, they were high over the Whitehorse airport, banking steeply as 
they left the pattern. The scurrying airport workers grew smaller and 
smaller, and soon they were just a dozen or so ants zipping back and 
forth between the six-inch airplanes scattered around the terminal.

"How high are we, Rick?" she shouted over the high-pitched whine of the 
single engine, leaning as far forward as her safety strap would allow.

"Not very high yet! About twenty-eight hundred feet! We'll climb to 
four thousand for the rest of the trip!"

The tree cover grew denser as they left the paved streets and houses of 
Whitehorse far behind, and the only break in the thick forest was an 
occasional logging road winding through the trees to a logged-over 
section. Animal life seemed everywhere; white-tailed deer leaped and 
bounded along beneath them, as if chasing the tiny shadow of their 
plane. She thought she spotted a huge brown bear, but she couldn't be 
sure, and Rick was using the radio, trying to reach the airstrip at 
Norman Wells.

They flew on for hours, seemingly in a straight line, and the 
excitement of flying soon became a monotonous bore, as they passed over 
miles of identical terrain, each mile no different from the dozens of 
others they'd left behind.

Rick started to spiral down, and Ginny readied herself for her reunion 
with Arnie and Flo, only to be disappointed when Rick leaned over the 
seat to let her know this stop was only for gas, and that she wouldn't 
even leave the plane. He cut the throttle and coasted in to a muddy 
landing strip--without a name, and only a couple of Quonset huts to 
identify it. They taxied over to an enormous red-painted tank, and a 
young boy, not more than twelve or thirteen obligingly filled their 
tank and wiped the dirt and grime from the plane's windscreen. Ginny 
stayed in her seat while Rick checked over all the fittings and the 
landing gear, and in a few minutes, they were back in the air, 
continuing their persistent northward course.

The constant whine of the airplane's engine soon lulled Ginny to sleep, 
and she dozed for over an hour, her head against the plastic window at 
her side. She might have slept all the way to Norman Wells, had the 
plane's course not suddenly shifted.

She blinked her eyes open groggily as the plane banked gently and began 
to head in a slightly altered direction.

"Are we almost there?" she asked. "I thought I felt the plane change 
course."

"Not quite!" shouted Rick. "But we're following one of the Mackenzie's 
tributaries. You'll be able to see the Mackenzie River pretty soon!"

Ginny anxiously searched the forest below, but could only catch an 
occasional flash of silver from the tiny stream beneath them. 
Tributary, indeed, she thought, why it looks more like a drainage 
ditch!

She looked away long enough to adjust her seat belt, and to maneuver 
her legs around a bit to ease the muscle cramps, and when she gazed out 
the window again, there was a long, widening giant of a river across 
their path, disappearing in the distance in the flat, treeless plain of 
the Arctic.

"There it is! You'll be in Norman Wells in about fifteen minutes!"

Ginny felt her stomach suddenly tighten, and for the first time, she 
was afraid of what she might find in Norman Wells--after all, she 
hadn't ever really gotten to know either of these people, even though 
they were Fred's relatives.

Oh, I hope they'll like me ... I hope everything works out all right 
...



Chapter 7


"Ginny darling!" came a loud shrill voice from across the taxi ramp, 
almost before Ginny could climb from the plane. It was Florence, but 
she didn't recognize the man with her, unless Arnie had changed quite a 
bit since the last time she saw him. This man was taller, and very 
blond, like maybe he was a Scandinavian.

"How are you, honey?!" Florence threw her arms around her as she 
stepped on the wheel cover, and then, shakily, onto the asphalt. "How 
was your trip? Was the weather okay?"

"Everything was fine, Flo ... I was in good hands." Rick came around 
after chocking the wheels. "This is Rick Scovill ... Rick, this is 
Florence Dennison, my sister-in-law and ..."

"And this is Gus," injected Flo. "He's my husband's foreman. Arnie's 
out on the river checking some landings that got broken during the 
winter, but he said he'd be back by tonight."

Flo signed the pad Rick was holding in his hand, and Gus grabbed 
Ginny's bag. "Thanks, Rick ... I had a wonderful time!" shouted Ginny 
as they walked toward the jeep parked by the landing strip. Rick waved 
good-bye, and headed for the hangar for a rest before the long lonely 
trip back to Whitehorse.

"Well, what'ya think of our little town?" asked Flo as they drove down 
the muddy street to the Dennison place on the northern edge of the 
settlement, past a surprising number of frame houses, some of the newer 
ones built on short stilts, like terribly fat birds perched in the 
melting slush of springtime.

"That's certainly a strange way to build a house, isn't it? Is your 
house built like that, Flo?" Ginny asked.

"No, no... Ours is just a plain house. Those stilts are kind of a new 
idea. It's supposed to keep the permafrost from doing any damage or 
something ... maybe Arnie could explain it a little better."

Gus steered the bucking jeep off the main street and up a little hill, 
through a dense thicket of green trees. Ginny could feel the 
temperature drop several degrees as they left the warm sunshine behind.

The house soon came into view, and Ginny was surprised to find it so 
large. From their letters, she would have guessed it as half this size. 
It looked like an overblown log cabin, and in fact, most of the 
exterior was made of large, rough-cut logs; it looked quite comfortable 
and cozy nestled among the thick trees.

"Well, Ginny, here we are. Home sweet home," said Flo as they stepped 
from the jeep. "I hope you like it, but if you don't, keep your mouth 
shut around Arnie. He's crazy about this place. Next to Novlik, it's 
his favorite ... I guess I come in about third or fourth." She winked 
at Gus as she spoke, but he didn't reply, just carried the suitcase to 
the front door and returned to the jeep, the motor still running.

"I don't want to seem stupid so soon," said Ginny as they entered the 
house, "but who's Novlik?"

"You mean I haven't written about Novlik? I should have devoted a whole 
letter to that animal."

"Animal?" Ginny looked puzzled.

"Animal is right, sweetie," exclaimed Flo.

"You see, Novlik is Arnie's dog ... mostly Malamute and Husky ... and 
the two of them are inseparable. Wherever Arnie is right now, you can 
be sure that dog is within ten feet. I swear, he'd let him sleep with 
us if I hadn't put my foot down. I guess you'll be the lucky one, since 
you'll be sleeping in his room."

Ginny was more confused than ever. "His room? What ..."

"But don't worry about it," interrupted Flo. "Novlik doesn't use the 
bed. He sleeps on an old sheepskin right by the door. You'll hardly 
notice he's around. You aren't allergic to dogs, are you?"

Ginny shook her head. "No, not that I know of. When do I get to meet 
this fantastic dog. I'm kinda curious to see what he can do."

Flo nearly burst out laughing at that last comment, but managed to keep 
a straight face. "Oh, you'll be surprised, honey ... You'll be most 
surprised."



Chapter 8


Ginny was sleeping soundly when Arnie finally got home from a long day 
on the river, and he thought it best not to wake her. He thought for a 
moment he might have to, since Novlik had never seen her before and 
might get spooked by a strange person in the house, but he was as tired 
as his master, and was dreaming dog-dreams by the time Arnie could get 
out of his wet clothes, curled up peacefully on his sheepskin.

"I'll introduce them in the morning," said Arnie. "Novlik wouldn't hurt 
her anyway, even if they ran into each other in the night." With that, 
he crept quietly off to bed, dying to get rid of a hard-on he'd carried 
around all afternoon.

"Spread those legs, bitch," he whispered, so as not to wake up Ginny. 
"I'm coming in."

Flo had learned years ago not to argue with him when he was in one of 
his moods, and--half asleep--she obediently spread her bare thighs for 
Arnie's satisfaction, muttering something about being cold and not to 
wake up their guest.

"Don't worry about her," grumbled Arnie, poking his stiffened prick up 
between his wife's thighs without even a hint of foreplay. "She's 
probably heard people fucking before. Just put it in, I'll take care of 
the rest."

Flo obligingly worked the swollen head of his cock between the fleshy 
lips of her pussy, rubbing it back and forth a little on her clitoris 
to get her slit moist enough to keep from hurting her. Arnie felt the 
bulbous head slip into her tight passage, and rammed it home with a 
quick, brutal slap of his loins against her upturned pelvis.

"Ooowwww! Goddamn, take it easy," she blurted, forgetting in her sharp 
pain that Ginny was only a few feet away. Arnie didn't ease off for a 
second, but kept on pounding his thick cock into her tender channel 
until the warm juices made it less painful, and the soft, pink walls 
began to loosen a little.

*   *   *

Ginny was wide awake she had been since Arnie brought the dog into the 
house and began to undress for bed. With no real reason, she'd just 
kept quiet, and now she lay quietly, almost afraid to breathe, lest 
they hear her and somehow know she'd been listening to their most 
private lovemaking all along. She fought the urge to eavesdrop ... she 
even put a pillow over her head, but it was no use. The sounds coming 
from their open bedroom door were drawing her like a moth to a flame, 
and she couldn't stop herself. Somehow, it was suddenly wickedly 
exciting to hear two people making love, and Flo was certainly making 
no effort to stifle her groans. In a steady, sure rhythm, Flo moaned 
again and again, and Ginny could hear the bed squeak as it went up and 
down ... up and down.

She could stand it no longer; as evil and wrong as it might be, she had 
to have a look. She could crouch beside the foot of her own bed and see 
easily into their bedroom. And their room was partially illuminated by 
the dim glow of the night-light in the hall, so their figures were 
outlined clearly. Moving slowly, careful not to make the bed squeak, 
Ginny lowered herself to the floor beside her bed, and crawled the 
couple of feet to the end. She nearly gave herself away when she got 
her first real glimpse of the two of them, Arnie hunched over Flo's 
tiny body like some sort of savage monster, his haunches rising and 
falling as Flo moaned softly her soulful gasps punctuated with an 
occasional sharp, muffled cry as Arnie pounded into her. Ginny nearly 
gasped herself from the wicked excitement of watching them like this, 
but she succeeded in covering her mouth before it was too late.

She could even see Arnie's cock when he rocked back, as it slithered 
wetly from Flo's wide-spread slit, pulling little ridges of pink, 
ragged flesh with it as it withdrew from her wet, clasping vaginal 
sheath. Ginny felt the wickedness fan the dormant coals of desire in 
her belly--never in her life had she watched anyone else make love. It 
wasn't something she would have guessed would be exciting, but how 
wrong she would have been. Already she could feel the dampness 
spreading between her tightly clenched thighs, and she struggled to 
fight the growing temptation to reach down between her legs and quell 
the rising flames of lustful desire as best she could. But she knew 
that was wrong, and she promised herself she wouldn't do it ...

Her eyes wide with amazement, she watched as Arnie's buttocks raised 
again and again, his long, thick prick burrowing into Flo's wide-open 
vagina with deep, powerful thrusts. Flo's moans grew louder, and 
Arnie's strong rhythm increased ...

Ginny fought it as long as she could, and when she could stand it not a 
second longer, she ran her hand down over the mound of her pelvis and 
between her legs, hesitating there a moment before she did this awful 
thing ... something she'd steadfastly denied herself all the long, 
lonely months while Fred was gone. But she had to ... she had to before 
this agonizing flame in her belly consumed her alive!

Gingerly, she touched the moist, fleshy crevice down between her legs 
with the fingers of her right hand, then explored for the sensitive, 
pleasure-giving bud of her clitoris. A shiver of ecstasy raced over her 
body as her fingers made warm, wet contact, and she hesitated again.

Oh, God, I can't ... I just can't do this awful thing!

But her desire proved stronger than her willpower, and slowly, lightly 
at first, her fingers began to caress the throbbing nipple of her 
clitoris, sending wave after wave of delicious pleasure coursing 
through her body.

Oh, it feels so good ... so good!

So great was her enjoyment, she failed to notice as a shadowy, massive 
shape crept toward her from the corner opposite her bed. Her eyes were 
half-closed, as she opened them only for another forbidden glimpse of 
Arnie's thick shaft pistoning in and out of his wife's hungrily 
clasping pussy-lips. Suddenly she snapped like a whip, leaping forward 
almost half a foot, still on her knees beside the bed.

My God, what is that cold nuzzling between my legs? What is it?!

She looked back over her shoulder, almost afraid of what she might 
find. It was Arnie's dog, Novlik! His cold, wet nose was sniffing back 
between the cleft cheeks of her buttocks, rooting as if searching for 
something in the nakedness of her exposed thighs.

What can I do? Oh, dear God, what can I do?

She tried to shoo the beast away, afraid to touch him for fear the 
mammoth animal might take off half her arm, but the huge dog seemed 
determined, and Ginny had no choice but to remain motionless, quivering 
with fear, as the savage animal nuzzled her crotch like she was no more 
than a bitch standing before him!

Her teeth gritted, she did her best to remain still, but every touch of 
the dog's nose sent fresh shivers of fright racing along her spine. She 
couldn't cry out ... how could she explain this to Arnie and Flo? She'd 
never be able to look them in the face again if they knew she had been 
watching them like a common voyeur, spying on them in their own house.

She shivered anew as the dog's long, pink tongue suddenly lashed out 
from his lips, licking the sensitive folds of her vagina. Her whole 
body tensed, and again she tried to brush the huge animal away, but he 
wouldn't budge. She even summoned enough courage to try shoving him, 
but he growled softly but menacingly when she pushed his muscular 
haunches aside.

She was hopelessly trapped! There was nothing to do but remain still 
and wait for the frightening beast to go away!

Again his tongue licked over her puckered anal crevice, coursing down 
over the fleshy ridges of her quivering pussy, along the deep crevice 
of her buttocks, and up again past the taut, brown-ringed hole of her 
rectum. She trembled in abject terror as the animal licked her crotch 
from one end to the other ... and he showed no signs of quitting.

Like the lashing tongue of a lizard, Novlik's rough tongue licked again 
and again at the moist, warm juiciness of her vaginal cleft, and she 
found herself quivering from his savage contact--not from fear, but 
from something she suddenly couldn't control, a strange sort of 
primitive excitement that emanated from deep within her naked vaginal 
crevice.

What's happening to me!? What's going on inside my body?! What is it!?

Novlik's bristly tongue raced over her clitoris faster and faster as 
the big dog lapped up the tangy, tasty wetness from her narrow slit, 
gulping it down eagerly. Ginny's belly was knotted to its breaking 
point, and she strained to hold back a tortured, relief-giving scream.

I can't stand anymore! I can't stand it!

Novlik's hungrily lapping tongue snaked deep between the soft, pliable 
lips of her moist pussy, licking out every drop of her precious juices. 
The rough tip brushed over her pulsing clitoris again and again, each 
time sending a convulsive shiver racing along her tightly-clenched 
furrow and along her naked spine.

His long, probing tongue wormed into the warm, moist entrance to the 
very mouth of her cuntal channel, lapping out the warm wetness deep 
inside her fleshy tunnel. Her body trembled out of control ... she 
didn't know how much more she could take before he licked her to orgasm 
and then suddenly she knew ... none ...

"Oh, no! Oh, no! ... Ooooohhhh ..."

She clamped her hands over her lips to muffle her deep, throaty moan 
and fell forward, her weak, wobbly knees unable to support her weight a 
second longer. She lay there, heaving convulsively in the dying throes 
of her sudden climax, afraid to look up for fear that Arnie and Flo had 
heard her gasping moan and would be towering over her.

She opened her eyes slowly--cautiously--but Arnie and Flo were still on 
the bed, Arnie's hips bucking savagely as he neared his climax. Still 
fascinated, she watched a second longer, and saw Arnie's buttocks 
quiver visibly, then an oozing cascade of white stickiness spurted from 
his swollen, throbbing prick as he pulled it from his wife's clasping, 
hungrily nibbling passage just in time, drenching her belly and pelvis 
with a hot white spray of semen.

The huge dog left her alone, and calmly trotted back to his sheepskin 
bed, as if nothing had happened. Ginny pulled herself back onto the bed 
with her last bit of strength, still gasping for breath, unable to 
comprehend what had happened to her.

She yanked the blankets over her trembling nakedness and cried herself, 
finally, to sleep.



Chapter 9


It wasn't easy, but the next two days, Wednesday and Thursday, were 
enough to help Ginny forget the unforgettable--those horrifying minutes 
at the mercy of Arnie's vicious dog, the incredible depths of 
degradation she sank to, even worse than her experiences with Marty 
Bondman back in California. Ginny had awoke the next morning feeling 
worse, perhaps, than on any day of her life, but by midmorning, she'd 
nearly forgotten the depravity of the night before.

Flo rushed her out of the house almost before it was light, and Gus was 
waiting for them when they made their way through the mud and slush to 
the post office. Ginny posted the letter to Fred she'd written on the 
plane coming up, and they sped away for a long day of sightseeing, 
beginning with the rugged drive east of town to the foothills of the 
Mackenzie Mountains. Those towering, rocky peaks were even more 
beautiful than she'd pictured them from Arnie's letters, remote and 
forbidding, almost untouched by human despoilation, they rose silently 
on the far horizon, like the Great Wall of China, running as far north 
as she could see.

Gus drove them up into the hilly meadows for an even closer look, and 
parked the jeep nearly ten miles from town, on a treeless bluff that 
afforded a picture-book view both of the river behind them and the 
majestic Mackenzies ahead.

"Can you drive all the way to the mountains?" asked Ginny.

Gus shook his head. "No ... but there are horse and foot trails. Some 
of them date back to the eighteen-hundreds. You can cross them even, if 
you are very brave. The hunting up there is fabulous ... better than 
any place in the Territories."

"Wow, I'd sure like to ride up there ... I'll bet the scenery's 
fantastic!" exclaimed Ginny, standing on the jeep's fender for a better 
look. "I sure wish I'd brought my camera. I left in such a hurry this 
morning, I forgot all about it."

"Don't worry about getting pictures," said Flo. "We'll be up here 
plenty of times. It's one of the most beautiful picnic spots around. 
Sometimes on week-ends, half the village is up here."

"Oh, I don't think I'd like that," Ginny decided. "Too many people 
would just spoil it. I like it like this."

Florence unpacked the sandwiches she'd thoughtfully brought along, and 
the three of them enjoyed a leisurely lunch high on the top of the 
world, a million miles from the nearest freeway or traffic jam, and 
completely free of pollution and noise. Ginny couldn't recall when 
she'd spent a more pleasant morning. Once in a while, when she'd look 
at Flo, she'd remember last night, and Flo's naked genitals right 
before her curious eyes. And more important, she'd remember everything 
that happened ... including those horrible few minutes with Novlik. But 
the sun and the cobalt-blue sky were the perfect cure, and by 
afternoon, she'd nearly put those frightful memories out of her mind.

They wound their way back through the forest, back down the hills, and 
arrived back in Norman Wells in time to watch the season's first cargo 
barge heading north, bound for Inuvik, and the gas fields of Alaska's 
North Slope. It wasn't much to look at, just a squared-off rust-colored 
hulk being towed by a chunky, smoke-spitting little tug, but it seemed 
that everyone in town was lining the banks for a peek.

"Why all the excitement?" asked Ginny when they left the jeep near the 
center of town. "Haven't they ever seen a barge before."

"That's a special barge, Ginny," explained Flo, "the first one heading 
for the Arctic this season. Those barges and tugs are the lifeblood of 
this town, and the people don't forget it. That tug-pilot will probably 
get a hero's welcome when he reaches Inuvik, all the way north on the 
Mackenzie."

"Is that an Eskimo town? I mean, with igloos and all that sort of 
thing?" Ginny asked.

Flo laughed, "I'm sorry, honey, I shouldn't make fun. I guess everyone 
back in the states think the Eskimos still live in igloos. The truth 
is, Inuvik has a lot of Eskimos, but they live in wooden houses just 
like we do. Nothing very romantic and exciting about that, I suppose."

"Gee, I guess there's a lot about the North country that isn't like the 
storybooks, huh?" Ginny surmised.

"Right ... even the famous Mountie dog sleds are gone. They've replaced 
the last ones with gasoline-powered snowmobiles now."

"The next thing you know, you'll have skyscrapers and crowded freeways 
right here in Norman Wells," sighed Ginny.

"Well, not any time soon, I hope ... C'mon, I told Gus to meet us down 
at the docks. He's taking us for a ride on the company boat."

"Great! That sounds like a lot of fun. Do you do this all the time?"

"No, no," laughed Flo, "only when we have guests. The rest of the time 
I just sit around the house and wait for Arnie to come home; he likes 
me around when he comes in."

Ginny remembered last night and blushed, then quickly asked, "how about 
friends? Do you know most of the people in town?" she asked.

"All of 'em," replied Flo, "every single one. You can't belch in this 
town without everybody knowing about it ten minutes later ... You'll 
meet some of them yourself, Friday night. Arnie has invited some 
friends over for a little party. I hope you don't mind."

"Mind? No, why should I mind?" asked Ginny. "I think it will be lots of 
fun to meet your friends."

"Well, maybe," grinned Flo, "I guess it's only fair to warn you that 
some of our friends go in for really wild parties ... you know what I 
mean? Not much else to do up here, I guess."

Ginny was getting a little concerned. "Wild? Just how wild do you 
mean?"

Florence smiled, "I wouldn't go worrying about it. It won't be anything 
to write home to Mother about, but it'll be fun ... you can count on 
that!"



Chapter 10


Ginny couldn't remember a party where the guest list was more diverse 
than this one. She'd forgotten most of the names already, but she'd 
never forget this party. Arnie's friends ranged from Cleveland 
Bartlett, the town's banker and local financier, to "Moose Jaw" Diker, 
the first friend Arnie had found back in those bleak, lonely years 
before he'd made his fortune. Moose Jaw was eighty-five if he was a 
year, and as tough as a keg of tenpenny nails. Ginny was glad he could 
come, for he came as close to being the grizzled prospector from the 
westerns she'd read as a child as anyone could be. He even smelled like 
a rough-and-ready outdoorsman, maybe even a pioneer. Mr. Bartlett was a 
whole lot less interesting, but Ginny noticed Arnie spent more time 
with him than with Moose Jaw or some of his other colorful 
acquaintances. Flo introduced her to every single one, but the names 
all ran together. She figured there was plenty of time for learning 
names later.

Arnie spent most of his time around the liquor, seemingly mixing one 
drink before he finished the other. But Arnie could never be called 
selfish with his booze; he was passing out drinks like crazy, though 
most everyone had long ago drunk their fill.

They'd long since exhausted every conceivable topic of discussion by 
eleven-thirty, and the guests began to thin out, pausing a moment to 
pay their respects to the host and hostess and to wish Ginny a 
pleasant, enjoyable visit. She was glad to see them go, frankly, for 
she'd tired of talking about the California weather, smog and hippies 
hours earlier.

Only Arnie was left in the living room by midnight, and he insisted 
Ginny have one last drink. She tried to refuse, but he was terribly 
persistent, and she finally relented. It was her fourth or fifth--she 
couldn't remember--and went down like water. It had hardly reached her 
belly before she began to regret it.

She started to get up, but the floor spun around beneath her feet, so 
she plopped back into the big chair.

"Looks like you're feeling no pain, huh sweetheart?" asked Arnie. Ginny 
could only see a messy blur where his face should have been.

"What ... oh, yeah, I guess so," she said thickly. "Where's Flo?" She 
seemed to add that last question as an afterthought when she slowly 
realized she was alone with Arnie.

"She's occupied with Gus at the moment," smiled Arnie.

Ginny tried to wait for all the words to sink in. "With Gus? You mean 
..."

Arnie cut her off. "Yeah, with Gus. She has these little flings once in 
a while. She'll have forgotten all about it by morning."

Ginny heard it all right, but she couldn't believe her ears. "I don't 
understand, Arnie. Is she in there?" She motioned toward the closed 
bedroom door.

Arnie nodded affirmatively. "Come on, we'll have a little fun." He got 
up, grabbing Ginny by the arm.

"Wait a minute," she insisted, "where are we going? I don't want to go 
in there."

But Arnie was his usual persistent self. "Oh, c'mon, live a little. You 
won't see anything you haven't seen already this week."

Ginny's cheeks suddenly were bright crimson. He knows! He knows I was 
watching!

"You didn't think you fooled me, did you? I saw you hiding down there 
beside your bed."

"But ... but why ... why didn't you say something," stammered Ginny, 
too embarrassed to look up.

"Why should I? I'd have spoiled all your fun ... and besides, I don't 
mind an audience when I fuck. I've got nothing to hide," he laughed.

Ginny's head was spinning like a top, and she wanted nothing more than 
to go to bed and sleep off this topsy-turvy state her mind was in.

But Arnie was in the best position; he was less dulled by the alcohol, 
being still way below his capacity, and soon Ginny found herself being 
led into the darkened bedroom, by way of her room.

"Please, Arnie ... I don't want to," she whispered, but Arnie pulled 
her behind him, and they settled quietly on the thick animal skin 
against the far wall. The bedroom fireplace still bore the smoldering 
remnants of the night's fire, and the glowing-red coals cast an eerie 
light over the couple intertwined on the bed fifteen away. The fire's 
glow was the only light in the room, and at the far end where Ginny and 
Arnie sat on the fur rug, it was pitch black.

"Are you cold," whispered Arnie, and put his arm around Ginny's 
shoulders before she could reply. She started to push it away, but it 
didn't seem to make any difference so she left it.

"Let's get out of here, Arnie," said Ginny softly, leaning nearly to 
his left ear. "I don't like this."

"Relax ... they won't mind as long as it looks like we're here for the 
same reason." He squeezed his arm around her shoulders, gently 
caressing the soft flesh of her bare arm with his open palm.

"What do you mean?" Ginny whispered loudly.

"Sh-h-h-h ... just follow my lead, and I'll guarantee you the show of 
your life."

Ginny thought of running from the room, of simply jumping up and racing 
back into the living room. But somehow, something kept her there, 
something almost like magic seemed to hold her securely to this spot. 
Just like the other night, when she'd spied on Arnie and Flo, some 
strange kind of wicked attraction seemed to draw her like a magnet.

The shadowy figures on the bed were practically still, with only an 
occasional movement to indicate they were even awake. Suddenly a head 
rose above the covers, and Ginny could feel someone looking her way.

"Cooperate, Ginny ... Gus is looking at us," whispered Arnie.

She gave in, it seemed the only answer and Arnie seemed so sure it 
would solve everything. The last thing she wanted was a scene ...

She allowed herself to drift freely in the dizziness brought on by the 
alcohol, and Arnie had pulled her so close she could hardly move. 
Catching her by surprise, his hand slipped down the collar of her 
dress, unbuttoning the top button, and fastened firmly on her naked 
breast. She could feel sharp pin pricks of delicious feeling racing 
through the tips of them as he rolled the tiny hardening nipple between 
his thumb and forefinger maddeningly. She could feel the warmth of his 
breath against her ear as he turned his head toward her, nibbling 
tantalizingly at the skin of her bare neck.

This is wrong ... I know it is! I've got to do something! I've got to 
get out of here!

She started to squirm away, struggling to get to her feet, but Arnie 
snapped her head back toward his and planted his lips firmly on hers. 
She tried still to get away, but the pressure was too great for her to 
escape. Maybe if she'd been sober, but in her present state she was no 
match for him.

His tongue thrust strongly between her clenched teeth, and wetly probed 
the inside of her mouth, its roughness rubbing the surface of her 
tongue. She found herself thrusting her own tongue back at him, and he 
sucked it deep into the wetness of his mouth. There was no question 
about it, he really knew how to kiss.

Something was wrong, she told herself. She should be sick to her 
stomach, revulsed at the touch of another man, especially this one, 
Fred's own brother! But she didn't feel that way, and no matter how 
hard she denied it to herself, she was really enjoying this man's 
kisses ... this man's caressing touch. He was a real man, maybe even 
more of a man than her own Fred and the first man she'd been this close 
to in months. That disgusting swine in Los Angeles didn't count, she 
thought, and something about Arnie's forcefulness was awfully hard to 
resist.

His probing kiss continued, while his fingers deftly fondled the 
throbbing tip of her breast, squeezing her pink nipple affectionately 
between his fingers.

There was a groan from the bed, but Ginny was afraid to look.

"Take a look ... Flo's going down on him," Arnie whispered with heavy 
breath.

She blinked to focus in the dim light, and got a sudden clear view of 
Flo's head working up and down on the big Swede's loins, her lips 
clasped tightly in an oval around the shaft of his immense organ, 
standing firm and erect like a tree stump rising from the bed. It stood 
hard and rigid through the fly of his pants, with wispy tufts of 
blonde-brown pubic hair around the thick base.

"Oh, God," gasped Ginny, turning her head to Arnie's shoulder, "I can't 
look! That's awful ... just awful."

Somehow, she hadn't expected this, though she really wasn't sure what 
she had expected. Kissing maybe. And there had really been no doubt 
what Gus and Flo might be doing on that bed, but until this moment she 
hadn't come face to face with the frightful truth. She had thought a 
moment ago she had everything firmly under control, but now she wasn't 
so sure.

The awful sight of that man's penis disappearing into her sister-in-
law's hungry, sucking mouth had been just too much for her. And the wet 
sucking noises, punctuated with mewls of pleasure from both Gus and 
Flo, hadn't made things any better. She burrowed her head against 
Arnie's shoulder, desperately trying to shut out the obscene sounds, 
but they were everywhere, it seemed, and nothing helped. She wanted 
more than anything to run, but she doubted her legs would even support 
her if she were to attempt it. She was helpless to do anything except 
lie here in her husband's brother's arms and listen in torment while 
those two on the bed made love in the most disgusting way possible.

She looked away as long as she could, but another shrill, mournful cry 
drew her attention back to the bed.

Florence had lifted her skirt to her waist and crawled up over the big 
man's body. She'd already pulled off her panties, or maybe she wasn't 
even wearing any, and was straddling Gus, the round whiteness of her 
naked well-shaped buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his 
huge, rigidly-erect cock. As Ginny looked up, Flo was reaching in back 
and guiding the enormous head of his prick into her. Ginny didn't 
breathe as she saw the blood-red tip of Gus's prick make contact with 
the moist, hungry lips of Flo's cunt. She moved it back and forth in 
the wet slit for a few moments, wetting it and parting the soft pubic 
hairs at the same time, and then, with a loud sucking noise, her 
buttocks slithered down the long shaft until they smacked hard down 
against his loins.

Ginny's eyes were wide in mesmerized disbelief as she watched Flo pump 
her soft, naked buttocks up and down on the thick, rock-hard cock. She 
watched hypnotized as the throbbing penis slid slowly up into the wet 
clasping flanges of Flo's pussy, making a juicy sluicing noise as it 
entered. She ground her buttocks all the way down until all Ginny could 
see were a few tiny hairs around the hidden base of his immense organ 
protruding from the tight moist lips around it. She knew she should 
scream and put an end to this filthy, perverted madness, but she 
couldn't ... her eyes were glued to the incredible spectacle unfolding 
right in front of her. She sat frozen as Flo began a slow grinding up 
and down movement with her ass rising in the chill air above the big 
Swede until the tip of his swollen prick was all that remained between 
her hungrily nibbling pussy-lips. Then, with a deep, throaty moan, she 
dropped heavily back down on him, impaling herself completely with each 
long smooth stroke.

She turned away again, embarrassed at the growing sensation between her 
own tightly closed thighs, humiliated that something like this could 
affect her this way. Arnie's hand slowly inched along her leg, pushing 
her skirt up in its path, and she was powerless to resist. Her mind 
cried out, No! No! Stop!, but her body seemed unable to answer.

Arnie's creeping fingers reached the legband of her white panties, and 
she felt a shiver of fright ... or maybe of excitement rush over her 
like a cold breeze.

"No, Arnie, please," she whispered, afraid Flo and Gus would hear. But 
Arnie had come too close to be turned away now. He could feel the soft 
resilient pubic hairs curling out and was within inches of that sweet 
young pussy of hers and nothing would stop him now!

She gasped aloud as his fingers slipped under the taut elastic leg band 
and made electric contact with the tender softness of her warm, 
inviting slit. He wasted no time, and his rigid index finger quickly 
parted the pubic curls and sought out its mark and plunged abruptly 
into the taut, fleshy sheath of her vagina. She tried clamping her bare 
thighs together, but the time for such action had long passed.

"No, please..." she murmured, but her legs opened without another 
moment's hesitation, and Arnie began to pull and yank her tight panties 
down over her thighs. When they were free of her long legs, his hand 
quickly rammed back up between her legs, opening them, like a steel 
wedge. This time there was nothing in his way, and his whole hand 
suddenly fastened over the moist tenderness of her soft, fleshy folds, 
his middle finger probing the tight confines of her moist warm tunnel. 
Her hips squirmed and ground frantically, vainly trying to escape this 
sudden invasion of her genitals, but it was no use, she was hopelessly 
impaled on his finger like an insect skewered on a pin.

With one quick, strong movement, Arnie pushed her back onto the furry 
rug beneath them, and his lips suddenly lowered to her naked, 
vulnerable thighs. Again she was caught totally by surprise, and that 
had been just what Arnie was counting on.

Spreading the ivory smoothness of her thighs, Arnie began to kiss his 
way to the soft, hairy triangle at the base of her smooth, white belly, 
nibbling tenderly at the sensitive flesh of her upper leg, each gentle 
bite sending a fresh chill through her confused, tormented body.

She opened her eyes just enough to catch a fleeting glimpse of Flo and 
Gus, Flo's naked buttocks still pistoning savagely up and down on the 
impaling log shoved between her fleshy, hair-covered vaginal lips.

Ginny heard a metallic sound, and glanced up to see Arnie squirm 
quickly out of his pants and undershorts, pushing them down below his 
knees and kicking them aside.

An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her legs as Arnie's 
hand slid back between her legs and opened her thighs wide to his 
cruel, hungry gaze.

He crawled up over her until he towered over her quivering body like a 
giant, holding the menacing shaft of his thick, hard prick between his 
two hands. He looked down at her, and with an evil grin, pulled back 
the uncircumcised foreskin until the swollen, bulbous head was exposed.

He leaned nearer, "You like that, honey? I'll bet that squirt brother 
of mine never had anything like that to cream in you," he continued to 
torment the horrified young girl, relishing the contorted mask of fear 
that crossed over her face as her eyes focused on his immense cock just 
over her head.

Ginny tried to speak, but couldn't. The words seemed to catch in her 
throat, and she couldn't take her eyes away from his hard, fleshy 
instrument for a second. It pained her to admit it, even to herself, 
but Arnie was right, Fred's penis was large, but nothing like this.

My God, it's so thick! How could any woman take that thing inside her!?

It looked much bigger than the night she'd watched him make love to 
Flo, but that had been from a distance, and most of the time it had 
been buried deep between Flo's widespread legs.

"Please, don't ... Arnie, please," she whispered as the moans and 
grunts from across the room grew louder and more frantic.

"Get that dress off you," ordered Arnie in a hoarse whisper. "Let's see 
what you've been giving that baby brother of mine."

Ginny didn't move, paralyzed with fear as she realized what he intended 
to do. He was going to ravish her--his own brother's wife, and there 
was nothing she could do to stop him.

"I wasn't kidding," he said, louder and more menacing this time. "Get 
that dress off now!"

Ginny was only dimly aware of Arnie's hands reaching behind her body to 
the zipper at the back of her dress. With a swift downward jerk, he 
opened it all the way to the tops of her buttocks. She felt the cold 
rush of air against her skin as he pulled it from her shoulders and 
yanked it along her body, lifting her as he pulled the garment off her. 
The snaps of her brassiere were next, and she surprised even herself by 
offering no resistance, and she heard him gasp as it came off and he 
tossed it to the floor beside them. His eyes quickly fastened on the 
soft white globes of her perfectly-formed breasts as they came into his 
view.

There was nothing left; she lay naked before him like a young excited 
Venus as he dropped again to his knees, panting like a starved animal 
before her. She shivered as his wet lips kissed the flat plane of her 
belly, then nibbled their way downward toward the warmth between her 
naked thighs.

He knelt before her like the savage he was, licking his moist lips in 
anticipation of the feast about to come. The soft pink folds of her 
vagina were presented up to him like a gourmet dinner. Ginny lay frozen 
to the thick, furry skin as she watched him drooling at the sight of 
her helpless young nakedness.

With his hands flat against the insides of her quivering thighs, Arnie 
spread the soft fleshy flanges of her vaginal cleft with his thumbs. 
Then, with a slow torturing movement, he drew the warm, ragged lips 
apart, exposing the moist pink slit to the cruelness of his wanton 
gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment, and then, with a groan like 
an animal, buried his head between her thighs, probing with his long 
slippery tongue the warm throbbing walls of her pussy.

She snapped viciously, a long, low soulful moan escaping from her lips. 
Her buttocks ground down against the thick, furry skin under her in a 
hopeless attempt to escape the maddening assault on her most secret 
genitals.

"Oh, God ... Nooooo ... Nooooooo!" she whimpered before his lust-crazed 
attack, watching down between her breasts in terrified disbelief as 
this nightmare grew more and more incredible.

Frantically, he licked at her tender moist slit, his tongue finding the 
hidden bud of her clitoris, and his lips fastening tightly around the 
throbbing knob. She squirmed helplessly, but he didn't ease his savage 
assault on her loins for an instant. He sucked and nibbled on the tiny, 
pulsing nipple, rolling her sensitive clitoris between his teeth, 
feeling her whole body quiver beneath his touch.

She tried desperately to fight it, but the aching need in her belly 
screamed for fulfillment, and soon she felt the tiny shivering wisps of 
pleasure begin to ripple through her body. Arnie stepped up the pace, 
his long tongue coursing over the pink, fleshy folds of her pussy, then 
snaking between the soft lips into the warm depths of her moist, 
throbbing sheath, licking hungrily at the walls of her young tender 
pussy.

Oh, God, why did I ever come here ... why didn't I stay home where I 
belonged and wait for Fred! Why did I come up here with these awful, 
filthy people!?

Arnie could see that she was nearly his, a few seconds more and he'd be 
able to do anything he wanted to this stuck-up little bitch ... she'd 
be his slave, and would do anything to satisfy him. And, oh, how he 
wanted to burrow his aching rod between those sweet, innocent pussy-
lips of hers, how he would shove his thick, hot cock right up into her 
sweet belly! She'd be begging him for it any minute now ... and by God, 
he was going to give it to her like she'd never had it before!

He pushed her legs up and back and wormed his tongue down the narrow 
crevice of her buttocks until he found the tightly-puckered ring of her 
anus, and poked his tongue against the taut opening with a lizard-like 
movement, flicking the tip against the tight forbidden hole nestled 
just below her cunt.

The unexpected burning contact brought a moan of tortured anguish from 
her half-parted lips. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, her teeth 
bared slightly from the agonizing sensations rippling out of control 
through her quivering body.

"Oooooh, God, no ... please, not there ..." She squirmed desperately to 
escape the hot flicking tongue probing without mercy at her anus. 
Arnie's reply was a coarse, evil chuckle and another searing stab into 
the tight fleshy ring.

Ginny sobbed helplessly before this new attack, and now it didn't 
matter who heard her. But suddenly, in spite of gnawing revulsion and 
humiliation she felt her body begin to desert her, to lose control. Her 
buttocks began to jerk back against Arnie's probing tongue 
involuntarily, sending spasms of helpless ecstasy rippling through her 
raw nerves.

She knew she could stand it no longer, but she fought it with every 
ounce of her very being. It was no use; after a long tortured struggle 
in her twisted and confused mind--there was nothing left ... she was 
totally his!

Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a 
slow abandoned grinding up against his thrusting tongue.

She reached down and gripped his hair with her fingers and with a low 
soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest, pulled his lips tight 
against her naked loins. Forgotten were all thoughts of Flo and Gus 
still caught in their own lovemaking just a few feet away, forgotten 
were all thoughts of Fred halfway around the world in a foreign land, 
forgotten was all the humiliation ... all the degradation. All that 
mattered now were the incredibly delicious waves of pleasure coursing 
over her in a million prickling points, like needles of fire piercing 
her tortured flesh.

Arnie sensed her sudden, unconditional surrender and with a vicious 
smirk, thrust his thick wet tongue deep into the quivering warm sheath 
of her vagina. He could feel the soft silky pubic hairs brushing 
against his face as he burrowed between her smooth yielding thighs, her 
buttocks grinding in a slow, erotic rhythm up against his face.

She was his now, there was no question about it, and he watched 
excitedly as she squirmed before him, her eyes tightly clenched, her 
lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth.

It wouldn't be long now, he sensed with anticipation, before he rammed 
his aching, hard cock home into that little belly of hers and emptied 
his burning eager sperm all the way up into her tight, hungry pussy. By 
God, she wasn't too good to fuck him anymore. Now she was just another 
hot little cunt begging to be fucked by any man with a cock ... begging 
for anybody to fill her eager young pussy with a stiff cock.

Well, he grinned, this is one time she'll get her wish ... and oh, how 
she'll get it!



Chapter 11


Ginny squirmed and bucked under the maddening torture of Arnie's 
flicking tongue until the pounding of her heart seemed about to burst 
through her chest. Her head was raised up from the animal skin looking 
down between her raised thighs and watching his contorted face, her 
hands locked tightly behind his head pulling the pleasure-giving lash 
of his tongue deeper and deeper into her. It seemed as though this 
delicious sucking of her quivering vagina would go on endlessly, when 
suddenly Arnie pulled his head from her tight restraining grip and rose 
to his knees between her opened thighs.

She closed her eyes tight to shut out the humiliation of having him 
stare down at her stripped naked under his gaze, totally defenseless at 
his feet.

"Now, we're gonna do the real thing, baby. But better than you've ever 
had it before."

Ginny didn't move, her thighs open wide, her breasts heaving as she 
fought for breath. Her belly quivered as though his hard cock were 
already deep inside her.

"Spread those legs wide, honey ... I'm coming in!"

Quivering with a strange mixture of fear and anticipation, Ginny opened 
her thighs as wide as they could go. She looked to the bed for Flo and 
Gus, but she couldn't see them. But that didn't matter to her any 
longer ... this was all that counted. Her fleshy vaginal lips seemed to 
be nibbling with insatiable hunger, puckered eagerly, awaiting his 
thick cock to spread them wide with delicious pain.

Arnie leaned over her, resting his hand on the floor behind her head, 
and with his other hand, brought his hard, throbbing cock up between 
her parted thighs to the warm, hungrily clasping lips of her cunt. 
Using the swelling, blood-filled head to part the fleshy folds, he 
inched his loins forward until the throbbing tip was pressed against 
the moist opening. Ginny turned her head to one side, closing her eyes 
with a shuddering chill as she felt the immense organ make warm, wet 
contact with the ragged, sensitive edges of her moist pussy. She held 
her breath for an eternity, lying perfectly still, waiting for the 
agonizing pain of his cock driving home in her burning belly.

"Oooooooh," she gasped as she felt the pressure against the tight 
fleshy sheath increase, slowly parting the pubic curls and spreading 
the taut elastic lips.

"Oh, God ... Aaaaaaggghhh," she choked as the tip slipped through, 
painfully stretching the tight rubbery opening until Ginny felt as 
though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless pressure.

Arnie held back as long as he could, an evil leering grin across his 
face as he looked down at the helpless, innocent young wife of his 
brother sprawled beneath him, while the throbbing head of his cock 
disappeared into the dark curly hair of her pussy.

God, it was more than he could stand. He had to fuck her ... he had to 
fuck her now!

He fell forward with a slap as their naked bodies smacked together, her 
soft breasts smashed beneath his weight. He thrust his hips forward as 
he fell, and his long, thick cock slammed into her cunt like a loaded 
truck, pushing the soft, pliable walls in rippling waves before it. 
There was no stopping it until his balls slapped heavily into the 
upturned crevice of her buttocks, and his pelvis ground tight against 
her naked, vulnerable loins.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" she screamed beneath him. Never before had 
she been so completely filled, and his cock felt as if it would rip her 
in half at any second.

He lay still for a moment, his face over hers.

Neither made a sound for a long while and then Ginny felt the 
unmistakable throb of his swelling cock, buried deep in her belly. It 
jerked up another half inch as Arnie flexed it inside her.

"Oooooowwww ... you're hurting me," she grunted breathlessly, her face 
contorting from the deeper, sharper pain.

"I told ya I'd stretch that tight little pussy of yours wide, honey," 
he sneered above her, flexing again.

"Aaaagggghhhh," she groaned deeper this time, the blood vessels in her 
neck standing out from the agonizing pressure of her resistance.

"Like it, baby?" he grinned.

She didn't answer.

"I said ... Like it baby?" He gave a quick lunge with his hips, burying 
his swollen organ a little further in her tightly clasping sheath.

"Ooooooo, yes ... yes," she cried, terrified to say anything to offend 
him.

"Beg me, then," he hissed between clenched teeth.

Ginny squirmed from the searing pain. "No ... No, I can't." She knew 
she must escape this final humiliation, if she didn't, there was 
nothing left, no self-respect, no pride, no fidelity left to her 
darling Fred. She couldn't let him have the lewd satisfaction of 
hearing her beg for it like some slut off the streets.

He throbbed deeper, and she gritted her teeth to stifle the pain.

"Beg me, bitch! Beg me!"

"Ooooooh, yes," she sobbed, her resistance broken by the burning pain 
and the helplessness of her plight. "Do it to me ... do it to me."

"Not like that," he growled. "Say fuck me!"

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed. Her humiliation and degradation 
were now complete. She would never be the same again. She had allowed 
herself to lose control, to surrender all the things she thought were 
right, and with this man, of all the men on earth ... her husband's 
brother!

Ginny's body began to react involuntarily. There was no longer any 
reason to hold back, to fight the lewd ravages of passion coursing 
through her veins. She had lost the battle and nothing could save her 
now.

She felt the burning flames of desire grow hotter and hotter as Arnie 
began to mercilessly skewer into her, slithering his thick, heavy cock 
into her hungrily nibbling vagina in a slow erotic rhythm that soon 
caught her up.

Arnie remembered the first time he'd seen her, how he wanted even then 
to get in her tight little pants! Well, now he'd show her! Now was his 
chance!

Her legs suddenly snaked out and locked around him as he stepped up the 
deep, plundering thrusts, burrowing to the hilt in her innocent young 
vaginal passage.

Arnie slaved over her, moving suddenly into longer smooth strokes that 
brought his cock almost all the way out of her tautly clasping sheath 
on the backstroke and then thrusting forward up into her uplifted 
buttocks until he could hear the loud, wet slap of his balls against 
the unprotected crevice of her anus.

He reached down around the smooth, undulating cheeks of her ass and 
fondled and played with the soft, contracting lips of her pussy where 
he entered her, bringing softer moans of abandoned passion and at the 
same time he could feel the ever-widening passage of her vagina 
flowering in its greedy desire to suck in all of his hard, throbbing 
prick.

He quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as she squirmed 
and thrashed beneath him. Her sharp nails dug painfully into his back 
as a soft, soul-stirring moan began to come from her half-parted lips.

He knew she was almost there, and he clenched his buttocks together 
tightly in an effort to hold back the seething flood of sperm boiling 
in his loins. Her gasping moan became a continuous cry, a long, 
mournful pleading for fulfillment coming straight from her belly.

"Oh, God, I'm going to cum ... I'm going to cum!" She began to thrash 
wildly, her legs flailing in every direction out beside their entwined 
bodies, her hips grinding savagely up to meet his deep plunges halfway. 
"Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Her hands reached under him, grabbing frantically for his balls, and 
the dam suddenly burst. Arnie could hold back the scorching flood no 
longer, his cock bucked and snapped as the hot, white load of semen 
raced along the shaft of his organ and spurted in rapid-fire bursts 
from the throbbing tip deep into the aching depths of her belly.

"Oh, no ... not now ... Don't stop now, please! Just a little more! I'm 
almost there! Please!"

But it was no use, Arnie's cock slipped uselessly, limp and deflated, 
from her still-hungry sheath, leaving her writhing helplessly on the 
furry rug. "Oh, God, please ... help me somebody ... please!"

Ginny opened her eyes for the first time since Arnie had entered her, 
and found the towering Swede standing over her with Florence at his 
side. In her state, not even her nakedness mattered, only the 
insatiable thirst between her thighs.

"Don't worry about a thing," said Gus, picking her up like she was a 
bag of flour and dropping her on the bed before she realized what was 
happening.

She opened her mouth to protest, but Gus's long, hard cock answered her 
every request, rippling down deep into her agonizingly hot belly, 
quenching the flames that had ravaged her.

"Oh God, yes ... yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she begged, her body a 
writhing, teeming mass of quivering nerves.

Flo and Arnie had knelt on the edge of the bed, eagerly watching as the 
big Swede answered her burning needs. "That's it, Gus! Fuck her! Split 
her tight little ass open!" shouted Flo. "Fuck the snooty little number 
real good for me, baby!"



Chapter 12


The door to the bedroom was tightly closed, and Arnie, Gus and Flo had 
helped themselves to another round of doubles, still wound-up from the 
excitement of what had taken place in the bedroom.

"You sure threw the meat to her, Gus," said Flo, a drink in her hand. 
"I thought you'd come out her mouth."

"Yeah," he laughed. "She was quite a little number. I hope she's 
planning to stay a long time. I could get used to having her around."

Flo slugged him playfully on the shoulder. "Let's not have any more 
talk like that. You've got more than you can handle right here ... and 
so do you, Arnie." He didn't answer, but sat staring into space. 
"What's up, Arnie honey? You've got something on that evil mind of 
yours. I can always tell."

Still no sign of recognition from Arnie.

"What is it, Arnie? Come on, you can tell us," she persisted.

Slowly, Arnie looked up from his drink, a smile of anticipation easing 
across his face. "I think I've got an idea," he said, "One that'll 
teach little Miss Ginny a real lesson or two. We'll have no more 
problems with her if this works."

Flo and Gus were all ears. "Well, come on and tell us before we burst 
from curiosity," implored Flo.

Arnie shook his head inscrutably. "Just wait and see ... wait and see."

*   *   *

Ginny was just beginning to stir when the door opened, her mind still 
bruised from the tremendous psychic beating she had endured, and her 
tender passage throbbing with pain from the two men. She staggered 
uneasily to her feet as Arnie entered the room.

She opened her mouth to speak, but his hand rammed roughly between her 
thighs quieted her instantly.

Oh, my God, what more could he want of me? What more?

Arnie pushed her back onto the fur skins without a word of explanation.

"What is it ... what do you want now?" she asked tearfully.

He handed her the stiff drink he'd carried in his other hand, "Here ... 
you'll feel a lot better."

Ginny gulped it down like it was lemonade, oblivious of the burning 
flow as it coursed down her throat, mindful only of the soothing, mind-
blotting escape it would bring. It didn't take long, coupled with the 
others she'd consumed already tonight, and within minutes, Ginny's head 
was pleasantly spinning, taking her miles and miles away from the 
frightening reality confronting her.

This time she offered no objections at all as Arnie's lips met hers, 
his hand caressing the softness of her inner thigh. Her legs parted 
obediently, and she felt his manhood stiffen and slip between the 
stretched fleshy lips of her quivering pussy. Strangely, the smoldering 
coals of desire were quickly fanned, and as his thick, rutting cock 
burrowed deep in her moist, clasping sheath, she found herself grinding 
back at his loins with slowly increasing rhythm.

"Ummmmmm," she moaned as his hips began to rock back and forth, sawing 
his huge cock in and out of her tender, soft tunnel.

Had her eyes been open, she might have seen two pairs of eyes peering 
down at her nakedness from the loft above. Quietly, Flo and Gus had 
taken their positions perched like birds high over the delightfully 
enticing spectacle below. Both of them were still nude, and it didn't 
take long for Gus's stiffening rod to catch Flo's ever-eager eye. She 
was on it in a flash, caressing the long, hard spear delicately, her 
fingers fondling his leathery testicles as they dangled between his 
open legs. They were sitting on a pile of deerskin and empty luggage 
Arnie had long ago stored in the tiny loft that extended over both the 
bedrooms. It had proven to be the ideal place for storing odds and 
ends, and now, the perfect vantage point for anything going on in the 
bedroom below.

Arnie's throbbing, lust-inflated cock was slithering wetly in and out 
of Ginny's clasping, fleshy sheath faster and faster, every deep thrust 
taking him right up to the hilt.

"Ooooooh ... yes, yes ... oooooooohhhh," she moaned, grinding her naked 
crotch up to meet his deep, satisfying thrusts, her buttocks grinding 
slowly in tight, concentric circles.

Suddenly, Arnie gripped her tightly around the small of her bare back, 
and flipped her over on top of him, rolling over so that he was on the 
bottom with her naked thighs straddling his hips. It surprised her for 
a moment, but she quickly regained the delicious, lustful tempo from 
her new position, his cock now ramming straight up into her belly as 
she squatted over him. Her buttocks ground upward, squirming 
unguardedly in the chill air, when Arnie made a whistling sound with 
his pursed lips, and Ginny heard the door creak open behind her. She 
turned over one shoulder to see if Flo or Gus had come to watch her 
final debasement ...

Oh, my God, no! No!

The shattering realization of what Arnie had planned for her tore into 
her like a hundred pounds of dynamite, and she screamed helplessly, 
pounding Arnie's face and chest with her tiny clenched fists. "Let me 
go! Let me go you animal! I'll scream!"

"Go ahead and scream, bitch," he sneered, "see what it gets you. Novlik 
has his sights on something he wants, and if I were you, I wouldn't 
make any sudden moves."

She was trembling with fear, beads of cold sweat streaming down her 
back.

Oh, no, this can't be happening ... This can't be real!

Her trembling buttocks were completely exposed and vulnerable, waving 
like a red flag before a bull as she squirmed to get away from Arnie's 
tight grip on her wrists.

The huge dog walked over to his prey, and sniffed her upturned buttocks 
knowingly, licking the familiar crevice he'd already lapped to orgasm 
once already.

"See, he likes you. Why don't you be a nice girl and give the dog what 
he wants." Arnie punctuated his request with a sharp upward thrust of 
his pelvis, pounding his stiff, thick cock into her belly brutally. She 
grimaced from the sudden pain.

"No! I won't! I won't!" she screamed as Flo and Gus peered down in 
wide-eyed and excited disbelief from their perch above.

Suddenly, Novlik growled viciously, his cold, wet nose touched lewdly 
to Ginny's quivering buttocks. She froze instantly, petrified at the 
prospect of what the enormous dog could do to her if he wanted to.

"Looks like Novlik just wants a taste of that tight little pussy of 
yours," said Arnie with a sinister grin.

He pulled the hapless young girl forward, crushing her breasts against 
his bare chest, shoving her naked buttocks up even higher, more 
vulnerable, more exposed to the vicious animal's nose and tongue.

His own cock hardened painfully inside her tight elastic vaginal sheath 
as he watched the animal mounting the spread half-moons of Ginny's soft 
buttocks, paws strongly around her waist as if she were just another 
dog. He could see the glistening, crimson penis slipping from its furry 
sheath, dripping wetly while the tapered point snapped and jerked in 
the warm moist slit of her buttocks. The massive beast quivered and 
adjusted his hindquarters, positioning himself to bury the pink, lean 
tip and the thickened shaft in her trembling body.

Ginny looked back, eyes wide with fear, as Arnie resumed the pistoning 
in-and-out movements of his loins, pushing the bulbous tip of his 
aching-hard cock right up to her belly with every heaving plunge.

To Flo and Gus, watching eagerly from above, she was like a bitch in 
heat as her buttocks seemed to reach out for the animal's stiffening 
maleness. Suddenly the huge dog lurched forward, and no one breathed as 
the tapered, coral-hued organ shot right into the exposed little anal 
hole with a vicious stab, disappearing right up her unprotected rectum 
almost to his black dangling balls.

"Oh, God ... Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" Ginny screamed in pain, and with a 
twisting, squirming snap tried to dislodge the impaling animal prick 
out of her invaded rectum, but it was hopeless; she was sandwiched 
helplessly between the two of them, impaled on two painfully throbbing 
male organs at once!

Arnie's cock felt as if it would explode, so great was his lust as he 
felt the animal's cock just a few fractions of an inch from his own. He 
could actually feel it pumping in and out of her rectum, just on the 
other side of the thin, fleshy membrane that separated them!

God, it was unbelievable!

Novlik's furry forepaws clutched her hips savagely as he began to rock 
back and forth, burying his scarlet, tapered prick every time deep in 
her bowels.

"Goddamn!" gasped Flo to her fellow spectator, "It's going right up her 
ass!" They nearly fell from the loft as they scrambled for better 
vantage points, not wanting to miss the chance of a lifetime. This show 
was too good to miss!

"That's it, Novlik ... fuck her good," ordered Arnie, bucking his hard, 
thick rod viciously up into her from underneath.

Ginny was whirling in an unbelievable spin of unbearable pain, and 
indescribable pleasure at once. At first, the savage invasion had 
nearly killed her with the excruciating agony of the pointed shaft 
bursting into her rectum, coupled with the relentless pounding of her 
brother-in-law's hard, thick penis from below. It felt as if her whole 
insides were filled to overflowing with the two massive organs.

Novlik's tapered shaft bored all the way up into her rectum, pushing 
inside the rubbery, resistant flesh of her anal passage until he had 
ground it as far as it would go into the warm, constricting depths of 
her anus. As he continued his savage pistoning, she could feel his 
furry animal balls swing hard down against the fleshy ridges of her 
tightly stretched vagina. Arnie, too, could feel the massive animal's 
testicles slapping against his own as they jointly ravaged the hapless 
girl, pinned helplessly between them as they sawed into her.

She was impaled to the hilt on his sodomizing animal cock, yet she was 
suddenly reveling in this incredibly lascivious assault on both her 
treasured orifices.

She gasped a quick moan from her half-opened lips and began to rock 
backwards as best she could to meet Novlik's strong, muscular thrusts. 
Every inch she moved brought new chills of pleasure-pain from her 
stretched vaginal passage, as Arnie heaved his heavy thick cock into 
her with renewed vigor.

Novlik's forelegs clung to her hips like powerful furry arms, and she 
began to slowly undulate her quivering body, rotating her jutting 
buttocks in lewd, grinding circles, abandoning herself to the 
incredible ecstasy of being fucked by this mammoth animal and by her 
brother-in-law both at once! She wished she could see this spectacle, 
wished there was some way she could step out of her own body and watch 
as the two of them buried their cocks deep in her belly, sawing into 
her in the most primitive of unions. Her breasts swung freely beneath 
her as she hunched far forward over Arnie stretched beneath her ... 
swung in perfect cadence with the two ravishing, plundering pricks that 
were growing ... ever growing inside her. She could visualize the two 
pricks rubbing together somewhere deep in her belly, joining together 
to slide deeper and deeper into the very depths of her insides, 
spurting their hot, sticky loads together in one mutual stream, animal 
and man mingled as one in her quivering belly.

Suddenly, the raging inferno in her loins seemed to burst free, out of 
control.

"Oh, yes ... yes ... I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, God, both of you 
fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Ginny ground her ass savagely against the two 
pricks stretching both her ravaged back passages. "Oooohh ... yes... 
Yes! That's it! Fill my belly with your sweet cum! Fill me! Fill me!"

With wild passion, Ginny was more animal than human, a writhing, 
sweating mass of deranged lust-crazed flesh that wanted to be abused 
... to be subjugated ruthlessly. She was reveling in the humiliation of 
being sodomized by this savage brute, while Arnie pounded his man-cock 
into her hungry pussy from below, and she ground her buttocks 
alternately against the two of them, her body bucking like the bitch in 
heat she'd become.

She shivered as chilling little rivulets of sweat poured down the wide-
spread crevice of her ass and dripped from the trembling insides of her 
thighs. The fast-rising pressure welling in her belly signaled that her 
orgasm was close to bursting inside her.

Flo and Gus were nearly insane with the vicarious wantonness of 
watching this helpless girl go mad with lust, her head tossing wildly 
from side to side, her hair flailing the air behind her. They could see 
she was in the first throes of her orgasm, and they gaped with 
amazement as she screwed her buttocks back lasciviously against the dog 
like a rutting bitch. The mammoth animal's long tongue dangled wetly 
from his mouth as he fucked into the wildly waving ass from behind. 
Arnie fought to hold back the agonizing flood of hot sperm in his 
balls, eager to hold out till the last precious second, lingering on 
every single moment of this incredible female debasement. Ginny 
screamed, loudly, and rammed back against the animal madly, just as he 
jerked forward and his scarlet cock began spurting its sperm in hard 
jetlike squirts deep in her clasping rectum.

The sight of the thumping animal emptying its hot, scalding sperm in 
the girl's rectum, spurting past his own cock somewhere deep inside 
her, was all it took for Arnie. With a deep groan of pleasure, he 
pumped his load into her from underneath, spurting it into her belly in 
hot sticky blasts that trickled back down the shaft of his long cock 
and oozed down the crevice between his legs, over his emptying balls.

Suddenly, Ginny's white rounded ass-cheeks began contracting and 
quivering uncontrollably, indicating the delicious orgiastic explosion 
deep in her own quivering belly, and thick white liquid oozed from her 
cunt, mingling with Arnie's spent load in an obscene trickling down his 
rapidly deflating rod, while her well-plundered little anus squeezed 
and milked the dog's prick, thin rivulets of the viscous liquid running 
down the ivory columns of her smooth inner thighs. Her backside was 
soaked, and it glistened in the dim light, displaying matted pubic hair 
and open pink flesh as she pitched forward on top of Arnie, exhausted, 
and the limp cock of the huge dog slipped with a wet, sluicing noise 
from her ravaged back passage.

Novlik stepped over her legs and stood proudly over her, like a buck 
over its mate, while Arnie and Ginny, lying smashed together like two 
halves of a sandwich, gasped to regain their breath.



Chapter 13


Two weeks had passed since that night, and a lot of changes were 
beginning to make themselves known around the Dennison household. 
Scarcely a night had passed without Flo and Arnie and Gus and Ginny 
recreating some of the incredible diversions that decisive night had 
offered. Gus had practically moved in now, taking most of the meals 
with the rest of them, and he and Arnie shared the two girls, 
alternating between one bedroom and the other.

Ginny had started to write this letter a dozen times, and this time she 
knew she had to finish it.

Dear Fred,

Things are absolutely wonderful here with Arnie and Flo. A couple of 
better relatives you couldn't ask for. We've had some great times 
together, and they've asked me to stay on here permanently. That is, if 
it's okay with you. You can join us here when your tour is over. I'll 
write more when we've worked out the details,


Love,

Ginny


There, that's over, and it wasn't so bad after all. Anyway, why should 
I try to explain the way things are here in a letter. There'll be 
plenty of time for that when he comes. And if I can't make him see the 
light, I know Flo has a few tricks that should do the job nicely.

Ginny stamped the envelope and sealed it and opened the door to walk to 
the post office. As was normal now, her ever-constant companion was by 
her side before she could leave the porch.

He rubbed his big, furry head against her bare leg as she walked in the 
summer heat, nuzzling her as a low whine slipped from his mouth.

"Good boy, Novlik! Good boy ... We've got quite a night planned for 
you, big fella! ... Gus is bringing a young Eskimo girl from 
Yellowknife over ... and who knows, maybe if you're real good ... there 
just might be a big surprise for you!"


The End
