Sir Launcelot Volume II
by Jon Reskind
(LLP-172)


FOREWORD 

Unfortunately, the depths of our social ugliness was reached in a recent 
cult-ritual where more than several people met their doom in a barbaric 
murder-score. The nation looked on aghast as the events and particulars of 
this dastardly crime were unfolded before them ... or did they look on in 
lewd, unquenchable lust? 

The fact remains that when all is judiciously accounted for, the punishment 
of the perpetrators will not be the issue, for that will find a tiny column 
on page five in the second section of the evening tabloid, hardly noticeable 
nor of interest; but what will catch the eye will have to do with the most 
recent of deplorable atrocities. 

That our younger generation can conceive of such horrors as they not only 
walpurgisly conjure, but, in fact, carry them out in even more diabolical 
methods than our frankensteinish, older minds are able to cope with, is, or 
should be, no longer a question. 

They can, and do! 

In Sir Launcelot-Vol. II, Jon Reskind has endeavored to stir in the parental 
imagination of his readers the simplicity and easily acquired possession of 
our young people ... our children ... of drugs, no matter how mild or 
universally accepted. 

One must immediately give thought, having read Sir Launcelot-Vol. II, to the 
ultimate end of Nadine Sheldon, a beautiful girl whose drug experiments 
destroyed her. But by the same token, let's give credence to the generation 
who warped her. 

This is the fifth book in the Parksburg Saga. We are proud to say that we 
are the first publishers to bring to light the truth in its utter depths, 
the unexpurgated basics of realism just as Mr. Reskind subscribed from his 
mountainous volumes of notes in compiling this series. He never implied that 
it would be nice ... that we were talking about boy-girl, happy ending 
romances. He vowed to tell it as it is ... and he has. 

We, the publishers, suggest you read this volume with careful perspicacity, 
for the author has meant that you should. Hidden between the lines rests the 
insights of Nadine Sheldon, Ann Trent and Leslie Sayer. Their male 
counterparts, too, give of their inner selves ... and after the sympathy one 
quickly establishes for Mike Sayer, he has to wonder about the hatred he 
feels for Vic Regher.... 

Mr. Reskind has vowed to bring us face to face with the finale of his 
saga-expose in the next and final volume of this epic, when he unfolds the 
mystery that has lain in the background all through this graphic history. 

May we say that as Jon Reskind's publishers, we are extremely proud of being 
the medium able to bring his works before the public eye? 

-THE PUBLISHERS 


CHAPTER 1 

If only Jamey were still in Parksburg; he would know what to do to help her. 
She couldn't call her mother, nor anyone else; how could she tell them? 
There was absolutely nothing she could do but wait ... wait and see what he 
intended to do to her. 

She trembled noticeably beneath her long-sleeved blouse and black 
mini-skirted jumper. 

The young woman at the desk paid her less attention than she might a stray 
dog or cat that had wandered in off the street. She couldn't be much over 
twenty, Nadine Sheldon speculated in nervous, fleeting thought, not unpretty 
and dressed in a semi-version of voguish leg display, seemingly immune to 
all around her. Her fingers literally flew over the electric typewriter keys 
with an indifferent air the voluptuous, teenage brunette openly envied. God, 
if only she, herself, could enjoy such unconcern right at that moment.... 

It had all happened so fast ... so unexpectedly ... and just when everything 
was going well for her. It didn't seem possible! She, Nadine Sheldon, 
arrested! Think of it? Arrested! 

The mere word alone and the ramifications it implied caused tears to well up 
into her eyes for the umpteenth time. She couldn't bring herself to accept 
it; yet, there she sat on a straight back, hard bench in an ugly, 
grey-walled office that smelled of paper, cigar smoke and disinfectant ... 
yes, and ... and quite arrested! My God, her Mom would go into a conniption! 
Oh, Jamey ... why aren't you here when I need you ... instead of off in 
Arizona someplace shooting your damned TV series? 

"Mr. Regher wants you to come in now," the lithe-fingered typist said. She 
nodded her pretty head. "Go on, he's waiting." 

She pointed toward the dark-stained, forbidden door. Nadine arose; her legs 
wobbled dangerously, as if they might not support her. She forced them into 
motion, one following the other, crossing the room toward the looming 
barrier, thinking: Lord ... all I did was smoke one little joint ...! 

"Well? Come in, come in ... Sit down," Vic Regher ordered, stone-faced. 

He leaned back in a large, black swivel chair, watching her stunning young 
body glide nymph-like over the faded carpet to the armed seat beside his 
desk he had indicated. She slipped into it almost silently, her well-shaped, 
nylon-encased legs a sensually inspiring sight before him. She shook her 
head through force of habit to arrange her hair, tossing the long, raven 
tresses in a wide fan below her shoulders, the way she preferred. He 
softened his expression, half-smiling, drinking in the depths of her 
frightened, sparkling, dark, almond-shaped eyes, the delicate bone structure 
of her lovely ivory-complexioned face, and at last, the enticing 
protuberances of her firm, rotund young breasts jutting forward and upward 
at him provocatively. He sensed the lechery in his own rapacious eyes and 
made no effort to conceal it. 

She was ... or had a strain of the occidental in her, he knew. Her mother 
was Korean and French, Eurasian was the term, he imagined, a delicious 
looking bitch if he'd ever seen one, and the daughter was her image. The 
kid's father, Cal Sheldon, had killed himself for some unknown reason the 
police hadn't been able to come up with, and that's when he'd really gotten 
an eyeful of the mother, Susan Sheldon. She'd taken a dancing job at the 
Diamond Dell, a damned near naked routine, and every male in Parksburg had 
piled into the joint to gape at her. Su Lyn, Max Bovino had tagged her ... 
then, Max had wound up dead. Maybe, they were jinxed, the pair of them, Vic 
Regher thought, as he continued to ogle the young lovely before him 
lustfully. 

"You're in trouble, Nadine," he said, using her name with empowered 
authority, his hands folded across his lean stomach, his voice guttural and 
malicious. Then, she noticed that he still wore the black-glove on his right 
hand and it remained in the stiffened, unreal shape she had first noticed 
out at the estate. "Narcotics ... a very serious charge ... but I suppose 
you're aware of that, aren't you?" 

She nodded, licking nervously at the full red lips of her perpetually 
pouting mouth. God, she knew, all right ... but who ever expected to get 
busted smoking pot in their own home? If only she hadn't answered the 
door.... 

"Common procedure would be to book you," Vic Regher advised her. "Because of 
your age, you'd be shoved into Juvenile Hall. 'Course, your mother'd have to 
know ... it'd be a hell of a mess, Nadine." 

The girl didn't speak. She dropped her eyes toward her barely skirt-covered 
lap. What he'd said was true; she knew that much. Damn! He'd merely knocked, 
questioned her for a moment about Mike Sayer, then, abruptly, pushed open 
the door. "I smell pot!" he'd snapped viciously ... and there it all lay on 
the coffee table where she'd left it, the whole little bag Jamey had given 
her. 

She raised her eyes. "Are ... are you a narc agent?" 

Regher grinned. He was a big man, muscular and tall with a hard body and 
square, acromegalic-like facial features. His lecherous eyes were an 
abnormally dull grey, his lips bloodless, his smile, it seemed to Nadine, 
deadly. "No, he answered after a moment. "I'm a probation officer ... but we 
all work together. Authority is authority ... know what I mean, kid?" 

"Y-Yes," she replied, not sure really, but it seemed the proper thing to 
say. Dear God, her Mom was going to be sick over her. Mom'd had so much 
grief the past year with Daddy's suicide, and that horrible Max Bovino using 
both she and her mother like vile animals ... and now, when her Mom had just 
taken the new position as secretary to Adam Kallen, the attorney, her only 
child had to mess herself up and disgrace both of them ... If only Jamey 
hadn't left for Arizona; even though he was a lousy four-flusher, he would 
know how to get her out of this.... 

"I'd like to help you ... you seem like a sharp, sensible kid." Regher 
shifted in his chair for more comfort. Subconsciously, Nadine guessed him to 
be forty-five, maybe older. His hair was greying at the temples, but not yet 
thinning ... ample, in fact, waved and attractive for a man. "But the law's 
the law," he went on, "and I'm sworn to uphold it." He offered an excuse of 
a smile, showing white, strong teeth. "A parole officer has too many 
responsibilities, damnit." Suddenly, he came forward, his gloved hand 
rapping the desk top prosthetically, his expression stern. Nadine gave a 
start from the shock. 

"What the hell do you know about Mike Sayer?" he barked. 

"M-Mike Sayer...?" She didn't understand. What did she know ... outside of 
the fact that he was young and handsome ... and that he had an exciting, 
lustful eye on her whenever they met ... much like this cold, frightening 
man did right at the moment, only considerably more appetizing...? "He's the 
caretaker at Jamey's ... Mr. Halo's estate," she responded, hesitantly. 

"You said, Jamey. You know him that well?" 

"Y-Yes. He's engaged to my mother...." 

"Halo...? You mean, the actor ... that slob on the Gallant Ranger series?" 
Regher questioned skeptically. "Christ, he's just a punk-kid! Your mother 
must be ten years older than him ... Hell, he's gotta be your age...." 
Nadine felt her face flushing hotly. Of course, he was right; others had 
made the same remarks to her, embarrassing remarks, but it was none of their 
business, nor his ... not even hers. It was between her Mom and Jamey.... 

So, he was nineteen and she thirty-one! So what...? 

"Well, to hell with that," Regher said. "What about Sayer?" 

Nadine swallowed tightly. She told the truth: "I hardly know him. He ... 
they've only been there a short while." 

"They?" 

"Mrs. Sayer ... and Mr. Sayer." 

Vic Regher leaned back in his chair, half grinning. "Mr. Sayer ... Mrs. 
Sayer," he mumbled. "They're not much older than you, either ... How old are 
you, kid?" 

"Fifteen." 

"What are they? Twenty or so?" 

"I-I don't know ... I suppose so." 

"You ... you don't know much at all, do you, Baby?" His voice was low, mean, 
almost evil in tone. "But you know about pot, and probably a few other 
little goodies, eh?" 

God...! She wished she dare jump up and run out of there! The horrible man 
nearly frightened her out of her wits! Finally, she said: "Honest, I don't 
know them, Mr. Regher. They work on Jamey Halo's estate, that's all I know. 
Mr. Sayer's the caretaker, like my father used to be before ... before he 
died ... We live there because my Mom is supposed to marry...." 

"Supposed to?" he interrupted, grinning almost salaciously. "I thought you 
said that your mother was going to marry the punk." 

"Oh ... oh Lord, how should I know what they're going to do?" Nadine 
blurted, tears glistening in her lovely eyes once more. "Why 

... why are you asking me all these questions, anyway...?" 

Again, the big man brought his artificial hand down heavily against the desk 
top. He came forward spreading his forearms on the ink-stained blotter, his 
cruel eyes leering in rage. "Listen to me you little bitch! You're in 
trouble all the way up to that luscious ass. Now, just in case you don't 
know it, I can put you away for a bundle of months! On top of that, I can 
scribble the word 'incorrigible' across your sheet and you'll get the 
no-mercy treatment ... just a little girl lost! Eh? Now, you want to try me, 
just let me hear one more outburst." 

Nadine felt as if the whole established world was suddenly descending upon 
her in bitter, unreal vengeance ... unreal and unwarranted punishment that 
she simply couldn't comprehend. Dear God, she really hadn't done anything 
... smoke a bit of pot ... but ... but was that so bad? She gaped at Vic 
Regher's bone-distorted face and read the underlying wicked evil in his 
eyes. What could she say or do...? 

"All right, kid ... want to make a deal?" he said, once more laying back in 
his black chair. "How'd you like to collaborate on the catching of a 
criminal? Work with the law instead of against it for a change? Nothing much 
required on your part ... just a little cooperation." 

He watched her expression: she raised her lovely, delicate featured face in 
puzzled interest, the exotic eyes still glazed behind the dampness of 
noticeable tears, a new, faint hope sparkling there. A light sensation of 
borderline sadism rippled through him. Novitiate bitch, he thought 
venomously. They were all alike, from the cradle to the grave ... bitches, 
but they had to pass through the metamorphic stages. And she was just coming 
into the full transformation.... 

Evelyn had been sixteen when he'd met her ... God, how he'd loved her, so 
beautiful, so blonde, so utterly helpless ... then had come Korea, the loss 
of his hand ... and the horrible, impossible, unbelievable "Dear John" 
letter! He'd never seen her again ... couldn't find her ... but one day he 
would ... he'd kill her then! Kill her just as she'd killed him! Christ, 
he'd go insane if it wasn't for his work ... blow his mind completely. And 
he was good at it ... unrelenting, unmerciful and unfailing ... of this, he 
had a right to be proud. His own philosophy had too often proved the 
leniency of a senile judge and the compassion of a parole board wrong, and 
it had fallen on him to mete out justice. Once a criminal, always a criminal 
... once a bitch, always a bitch! And this little apprentice slut, before 
she reached full status, was going to pay the penalty for her sex by playing 
the pawn for him ... and godamnit, maybe more than that before he was 
finished ... , he thought, his eyes raking her licentiously. 

"Well?" he said. 

"I-I don't know what you mean ... help you catch a criminal. Who?" Nadine 
questioned, his words sponsoring the first ray of hope she'd felt since 
falling under the jurisdiction of this terrifying man. 

Maybe, there was a way to keep the whole sordid mess from Mom. God, she'd 
had enough now already, hadn't she? Knowing the type of individual Jamey was 
would've been enough to set anyone else off, but not Mom. Lord, what a 
strong and noble person she was ...! 

"Don't play coy with me, kid," Regher snapped. "I've got you figured all the 
way. And what I see in your future ain't good ... but you work with me and 
maybe, just maybe, I'll give you an undeserved break. Like I said, nothing 
much required on your part ... just a little seduction is all ... know what 
I mean?" 

Nadine stared at him. For a moment, she'd had hopes. Of a sudden, her belly 
quivered spasmodically. 

"Well ... do you?" 

"Y-Yes. I-I think so." 

He broke into a slow, lewd grin. "You a virgin?" 

Nadine hesitated, steeled herself and answered. "No," she said. 

Regher sniggered foully. "So ... as usual, I had that one figured." He 
grunted, pretending disgust. "Well ... that's neither here nor there ... but 
better for you that you're not, I suppose." He reached for a cigar in the 
humidor on his desk, clipped the end with a jackknife and lighted it while 
Nadine watched and waited in tremulous, fear-filled suspense. "I want ... ," 
he continued, blowing out smoke, " ... I want you to compromise Mike Sayer 
... seduce him ... get him in the sack ... and I'll be hidden in another 
room at the same time. I won't interfere ... I just want to be where I can 
watch ... and get a few shots of him attacking you, a minor ... an underage, 
innocent little girl...." He smiled, leaning back and holding his cigar 
regally before his bloodless mouth. "Doesn't that sound nice and 
enlightening? An innocent little girl ... which is what you'll be if you 
play ball, rather than a juvenile addict tucked away on ice with a bunch of 
lesbians and a heartbroken mama?" 

The full meaning and impact of his words caused a repulsive shudder to creep 
over her whole lithe young body. He was offering her a deal ... a vile pact 
that she had no alternative but to accept ... else hang herself and disgrace 
her mother ... but why? Why Mike Sayer, what did he mean ... a criminal? She 
stared over the desk at him, endeavoring to derive some meaning from his 
evil and lecherous, glaring eyes. She could decipher nothing but lurid 
wickedness. 

God! Mike Sayer! And he'd had such other, more pleasurable designs 
concerning that blond-haired, handsome young Adonis.... 

"I don't intend sitting here bargaining with you, kid," Regher said sharply, 
interrupting her thoughts. "And you're in no position to hedge. "You either 
do what I say ... all the way down the line, regardless, or I hang that 
luscious ass of yours. Now ... I'm quite through playing with you. It makes 
damned little difference to me what you decide, Baby. I just thought I might 
give you a break ... providing you're nice to me on the side, of course. We 
can help each other, know what I mean?" 

Nice to him! Mother of God! That could only mean one thing! But ... but, 
what were the alternatives? She simply couldn't speak; she could only gape 
at him. "I-I'm ... not sure I understand," she heard herself finally 
stammer. 

"To hell you don't!" Regher barked, getting from his chair in a sudden rage 
and strutting around the room. He puffed at his cigar savagely. "I've laid 
it out for you, but I'll make it plainer. I want you to get Mike Sayer in 
the sack ... fuck him! Fuck him good! On top of that, I have some personal 
little games we'll play! You and me! Now ... is that clear? Or do you want 
diagrams?" 

Nadine couldn't remember ever being petrified with fear, but she was at that 
very moment; yet, irrational sensations had begun to seize her, too. His use 
of the lewd, four-letter word ricocheted in her brain lasciviously. She ... 
she had to be caught up in some sort of foul nightmare.... 

"Damn you! Answer me!" he snarled at her with bared teeth. "I'm not going to 
force you! You're going to agree of your own free, wanting will!" 

She reasoned then, that it was all so true ... so real! She heard him hiss: 
"Which is it? The Hall for eighteen months or my proposition? Speak up, 
bitch! This is no godamned game!" 

Nadine shook her troubled head frantically. "I-I don't know ... Dear 
God...!" 

"Speak up, I said! Damn you ... you little cunt!" 

"Oh God ... yes, yes! What ... whatever you say!" She began to weep in her 
lap, holding her beautiful young face with her hands. "II don't want to be 
arrested...! Please ... please, don't send me to Juvenile Hall ... and my 
mother ... Don't tell her ... She raised her crumbled, tear-stained face to 
him: "Promise ... promise me that my Mom won't know...?" 

A slow, despicable, sadistic smirk spread across Vic Regher's hardened face. 
Ripples of pleasure raced through his loins, his heavy member stirring 
inside his shorts. Shit, he thought, fuck! The little voluptuous bitch was a 
sensuous goldmine! Just what he'd been needing for a long time ... ever 
since that girl in Phoenix.... 

That bitch's father had robbed that grocery as sure as his Evelyn slept 
every night of her life with another man! Her father was a criminal, a 
thief, a breaker of the stringent law! But he'd offered her a deal, too. "Be 
nice to me. I've nothing against black people. Be nice to me and I'll save 
your Daddy ... let his friend take the rap alone! Be nice to me, Baby eh?" 
Well ... she had, damn her, stupid no-good slut! She'd been more than nice 
to him ... and he'd kept his word, hadn't he? It was later, a month after 
her father had been acquitted that he'd killed him ... satisfied the social 
debt. Justice ... it wasn't paradoxical ... it was necessarily actual! 

"Promise me?" Nadine insisted, marring his reverie. 

"Don't ... don't worry about that, Baby," he managed, licking at his 
bloodless lips. "Your mother won't know." 

"She'd ... she'd just die ... I know she would, if she ever thought...." 

"She won't know, I said," Regher insisted. 

"No one'll know ... there won't be any charges against you, Baby ... 
providing you do as you're told." He had moved close to stand above her 
chair, looking down at her. He leaned over and placed his huge hand onto her 
inner-thigh, several inches above her knee. His hot hand began to massage 
gently, suggestively. 

Nadine cringed but not unexcitedly, beneath his hot, meaningful caress. She 
dare not look up at him. He seemed like a great, massive ogre vomited from 
the depths of hell itself. She trembled beneath his touch. His strong, 
powerful hand stroked the inside of her full, white, hose-covered thigh 
between her legs to the shrinking, naked smooth flesh above, then, he paused 
and withdrew it. 

"You ready ... to do what I tell you ... without hesitation?" he 
half-whispered. 

Nadine's breath hitched in her throat. "Y--Yes," she managed, finally. "Yes 
... whatever you say." 

Regher couldn't control his elated grin. "Good," he said, after a moment. 
Jesus, what a time I'm going to have with this one! Like some godamned 
virginal slave, except she ain't, damn her! She's a bitch in the making, 
like all the others, and she'll pay for that! Bitch! Treat her like a bitch! 
Make her pay ... once a bitch ... always a bitch! 

"Come on," he said, sharply. "I'll take you home ... give you the 
particulars of what I want on the way." 

Slowly, half-dazed, Nadine pushed herself up from her chair. 

* * * 

It had begun to snow and the road was already coated with a thin layer. It 
looked like a heavy storm in the making to Vic Regher; in hours traffic 
would be damned near a standstill. He hated the winters, and that particular 
section of the country specifically, but his never ending search for Evelyn 
had led him there and he thought of the cold January misery as just one more 
endurable torment he must bear in his vindictive quest. 

The sexy little lovely beside him, huddled in her fur coat and withdrawn 
into the corner of the seat, sat unmoving, staring straight ahead silently; 
maybe, she was hypnotized by the rhythmic sweep of the windshield wipers, he 
thought, grinning carnally to himself as he drove with care along the narrow 
highway toward Quarrysite, the exclusive section on the outskirts of 
Parksburg where the Halo estate was located. But a better guess would be 
that she was frightened out of her sweet little mind over what he'd just got 
through telling her he expected her to do in helping him nail Mike Sayer; he 
hadn't spared the details, nor hesitated in reminding her what would happen 
if she failed him. Now, he was simply letting her digest it, while his brain 
filled with the other aspects of what lay before him in the next few 
minutes. Hell, his prick was hard as a ramrod just thinking about it . 

. but he'd have to make it fast with this lousy storm coming on.... 

"It's the next turn," Nadine said, interrupting his thought. "To the right. 
I ... I can walk up from the road . 

. you don't have to drive in. You might get stuck...." 

"I'll gamble," Regher said, glancing y over at her and grinning. "Who's 
home, anyway?" 

"N-No one. My Mom had to work late tonight...." 

The ugly parole officer chuckled. "How convenient," he said, "for us ... 
eh?" 

Nadine couldn't stop her trembling, but it was not from the cold. The 
terrible man was some sort of demon! The vile and obscene things he'd said 
to her, expected her to do to trap Mike Sayer, but why? Why? He'd refused to 
tell her that. Dear God ... what could she do? Oh, not that she hadn't 
entertained some forbidden little plans of her own concerning Mike, but now, 
it was all different. She could even visualize his pretty wife, Leslie, and 
feel compassion for her.... 

"Everything clear in your mind, Baby?" his menacing voice came through to 
her. "You'll get him in the sack ... fuck him silly ... understand?" he 
said, bringing the car to a halt in the drive and cutting the motor. "You 
fail me ... and you pay, girl ... pay like you've never dreamed...." 

"I know! I know!" Nadine replied sharply, looking toward him, then throwing 
open the door and jumping out into the falling snow. "I'll ... I'll call you 
... once it's arranged. I promise, I'll call...." 

Vic Regher stepped from his side of the vehicle. He was still grinning. 
"Just want to make sure you're safe and sound," he said, circling the 
automobile and taking her arm tightly. "Let's go inside." 

Nadine couldn't fight him; she was too afraid. He held her arm and loomed 
above her like a great specter. There was no doubt in her mind but what 
something lewd and horrible was going to happen to her ... If only she 
hadn't locked Sir Launcelot in her room ... and then, they were inside. 

When he saw the bar he went behind it without asking, made himself a drink, 
then, stood staring licentiously at where she remained in the center of the 
room, still huddled inside her coat. He moved from behind the bar to a chair 
and sat down in it, his lecherous eyes never leaving her. 

"I don't have much time, kid," he said, sipping at his drink. "In a little 
while, the roads are going to be close to impassable ... so, we won't waste 
precious minutes ... Take your clothes off, while I watch." 

The raven-haired young beauty could only stare at him in near-frozen 
disbelief. Was it possible...? Another rape like the night at the farm with 
the blind Max Bovino? Oh, my God! If there was just some way she could get 
to her room and let Sir Launcelot out.... 

"I said, take them off, damn you!" Regher hissed emphatically. "Or would you 
rather go back to Parksburg with me and stand a marijuana charge? Come on, 
which is it going to be, Kid?" 

Slowly, automatically, Nadine removed her coat, letting it fall to the 
floor. There was no choice and she knew it ... either she submit to whatever 
obscene act pleased him, or destroy herself and bring further grief onto her 
mother ... Oh God! Her fingers moved numbly, as they began to unbutton her 
blouse ... and as her small, slender hands fumbled with her clothing, she 
sensed the strange tingling sensations ripple through her once more ... the 
same unexpected and unwanted fermentations that had haunted her sensual 
young body time and again since that wicked, debasing night that had 
perverted her whole, young existence.... 

Regher watched in lust-filled fascination as she removed first, the blouse, 
then her skirt and half-slip, until she stood before him clad only in white 
bra, panties, garterbelt and hose. His breathing rasped hotly from his 
throat while his member jerked with lascivious throbs inside his shorts, and 
then he noticed the tiny, unbelievable gleam of excitement sparkling in her 
dark eyes, and a wild charge of salacious desire raced through him. 

The bitch! The little fucking bitch! She wants it! She can't help herself! 
She must be a nympho ... cock-crazy! I've stumbled across a 24-karat gold 
mine of ass...! Jesus Christ ...! 

"Get 'em off!" he snarled. "All of it ... everything, you little cunt, you 
hear?" 

The filthy vileness of his obscene mouth spewing the foul words at her only 
served to increase the prurient agitations that had burst uncontrollably 
alive within her belly, and Nadine responded to his command until she stood 
naked before him like a young vestal goddess. Oh Lord ... she just couldn't 
help herself! 

Vic Regher had watched her remove her bra through hungry eyes that couldn't 
believe the voluptuous sight they beheld. Her breasts came unleashed before 
him in an upthrust magnificence he could only remember with his own Evelyn. 
Firm, strong, all-encompassing her chest in supple globes of delicious, 
satiny flesh, and peaked at their tips with rich, wine-colored hard nipples. 
Damn her! Damn her! His brain whirled in memory, while his eyes strained at 
the breathtaking spectacle. And then, all wispy garments lay at her feet and 
she waited, narrow-waisted, wide-hipped, full, delectably tapered thighs, 
and between them, the soft dark down of her young, vibrant loins causing his 
cock to dance wildly inside the confines of his own clothing, while her 
impossible near-wanton expression grew more abandoned as the seconds passed. 

"You little slut!" he hissed at her in a hoarse voice choked with lust. "You 
want it, don't you? The word fuck sets you on fire, right? That little cunt 
of yours is wet with just the idea of a prick slipping up into it, isn't it? 
You are a bitch ... well, aren't you? Say it! Aren't you?" 

Oh God, she couldn't help herself. The uncontrollable look on her face had 
given her away ... and she could see the swollen protuberance in the front 
of his trousers, straining to get out! God ... God, what was wrong with her? 
What sort of shameless slut had she become...? 

"Come here!" he ordered, spreading his legs for her to move close in between 
them. "There isn't much time tonight with the storm ... I've got to get back 
to Parksburg, but there's enough for you to suck it, Baby. Wait," he said 
then, as she began to drop to her knees and he clutched at her hips. "I want 
to run my hand over you. Stand still ... just let me feel of you...." 

He leaned forward in the chair while she stood with half-closed eyes, the 
muscles of her stomach spasming and with opened lips he sucked a rubbery, 
hard nipple between them, his mouth spreading to encompass even a generous 
portion of the proud, white firm flesh, and abruptly, Nadine felt his teeth 
sink into it cruelly. She whimpered aloud from the pain and tried to push 
his big face away, but he held her tight while his hand taunted the softness 
of her thighs, hips and buttocks, causing mixed sensations to soar through 
her, until, at last, she relaxed before him in helpless subservience. 
Suddenly, his one big, hot hand had smoothed up her inner-thigh and was 
brushing teasingly against the soft silken pubic hair; she felt his thick, 
middle finger tracing the thin line of her tiny pink vaginal split, then 
easing between the fleshy, hair-fringed lips of her now moist pussy, moving 
up and down tauntingly through the velvet-like coral flesh toward her small 
vaginal mouth ... and finally, worming up into her ... ever upward inside 
her warm, snug channel! 

Nadine gasped down at him during the inserting process, her eye glazed in a 
blend of unfathomable emotions, both delight and humiliation overwhelming 
her as she sensed his thick finger sliding possessively further up into her 
while she stood as if frozen in erotic shame ... and then, his thumb began 
to massage the tiny, soon-erected bud of her clitoris maddeningly. She 
convulsed against him, causing her buttocks to spasm and circulate 
uncontrollably against the cold, hardness of his artificial hand. 

"You love it, don't you, little girl?" he whispered hoarsely. "Love to have 
somebody playing with your cunt ... something hard like a finger, tongue or 
prick shoved right up into it ... Eh? Tell me! Don't you?" 

"Oh ... oh God ... Please, Mr. Regher...?" Nadine whimpered. 

He thumbed diligently at that tiny moist nub of her clitoris, while his 
prosthetic member pressed into her buttocks all simultaneous with the now 
swirling movements of his long thick middle finger inserted to the depths of 
her snail-like womb-mouth in the rapidly dilating passage of her vagina. 

Choking gaps burst from the lovely young girl's throat as subconsciously, 
she began to circulate her hips onto and down against his huge, knowing 
hand, her excited young loins suddenly bathed in pleasurable, familiar 
rapture she could not resist. 

Vic Regher laughed outright, his distorted featured face twisted now into an 
unbelievable grimace of lust. "You luscious little pig!" he spat. "You're 
nothing but a whore ... a hop-headed whore!" He laughed once more while he 
sadistically ground his thumb against the delicate, warm, moist flesh of her 
plexus, watching the tremors ripple over her lush, satin-skinned body in 
ruffles of ungovernable pleasure that had caused her mouth to go slack and 
her eyes to do a near-roll in her head in the overwhelming rapture that had 
taken complete charge of her being. 

Jesus Christ! He had a true twenty-four karat fuck-mine here! 

"On your knees, bitch! Take out my cock! 

Lick it! Suck it!" he spat at her, yanking her brutally down between his 
spread thighs. "Get it out! Look at it, play with it, then, lick it! Lick it 
all over, you little bitch! Then, suck it ... damn you! Suck it 'til it cums 
in your mouth! You hear? Well ... do you?" 

"Y-Y-Yes," Nadine choked, struggling at the zipper of his trousers, working 
desperately to get it free where she could see it ... feel it ... hold it 
... suck it! 

 CHAPTER 2 

Leslie Sayer went to the window and saw that the snow was falling harder 
now. She wouldn't mind if only Mike were home. Driving would soon be 
treacherous, and probably was already. She really loved the snow, had grown 
up in it, and was used to harsh winters, but she realized its dangers, too. 
She looked at her watch ... nine o'clock. Lord, he should've been back hours 
before. Parksburg was only a matter of three miles away and he'd been gone 
since early afternoon ... Damn! Why did he have to do these things? Why all 
the mystery? So uncalled for ... and he'd tell her nothing! Why? Why? 

The tall willowy blonde moved away from the window, letting the lace curtain 
glide back into place. Her inherently attractive Nordic face, absent its 
usual gay radiance, had over the passing hours assumed a near saturnine 
expression of sadness, but only the faintest trace of tears had dampened her 
wide, azure-blue eyes. She had never been given to crying, not even as a 
child, and she didn't intend to start now as a married woman of nineteen. 
Subconsciously, she brushed her long, flaxen hair back behind her shoulder, 
and crossed the fireplace-lighted living room, her hands thrust deep in her 
painting smock pockets, her mind a continuous turmoil. 

What, dear God? What was it that had wedged between them ... driving them 
apart farther and farther each day? It ... it seemed impossible! He loved 
her; she felt certain of it, just as she adored him ... and it wasn't as if 
they hadn't been happy ... except, of course, for the sexual aspects ... but 
in the beginning they both had been understanding about that, too, reasoning 
logically that perfect copulative harmony could take time. Admittedly, her 
straight-laced approach to the act hadn't helped matters; she hadn't known 
how to cope with the fears and little hangups an over-religious mother had 
instilled within her since childhood ... nor had he been any help, either, 
not until he had actually recognized the desire that was raging inside her, 
practically driving her into fits of frustrated emotion she, herself, 
couldn't understand. Then, just when she was so sure they were reaching each 
other, something had happened, and it was as if he were a thousand miles 
away from her ... and she was alone in a sea of darkness groping for him. It 
was insane ... so insane ... because he would come back and they'd be happy 
again, then, for no fathomable reason she would lose him to whatever it was 
and her world would seemingly drop from beneath her ... like this very day 
when he'd gone off to Parksburg with nothing more than an "I'll be back!" 

God, in truth she wasn't even sure of that, was she? Truth? She couldn't 
help but weigh the meaning of the word in her mind. Had he ever told her the 
truth in the entire three months of their marriage? Had he...? Even the 
first night when she'd met him at the party that crazy Mel Rembrandt had 
thrown in the Village, and he'd whispered that he loved her ... was mad 
about her, and wanted to marry her right then, that very night ... without 
waiting another minute? To wait would be sacrilegious, he'd said! She'd 
laughed excitedly, and he'd held her tight and kissed her, causing every 
little cell that made up her being to burst vibrantly into life. Insane? 
Yes, yes, beautifully insane; nevertheless, they had run out the door hand 
in hand to his place, exchanging their vows in his bed; yet, as badly as she 
had wanted him to take her, make complete love to her, he would not because 
she was a virgin, and did not until after the Justice of the Peace had made 
it all legal, three days later. 

Was all of that a lie, too? If so, why? She shook her pretty, troubled head 
in confusion. She had no ready answers ... none whatever ... only hope and a 
stubborn faith born of a love that seemed to grow stronger in the test, 
while his lessened and the wedge expanded between them. God, if only she 
could cry, maybe some of the hurt would go away then. 

She walked into the kitchen and seated herself at the table where her cup of 
cold coffee sat. She took out a cigarette and lighted it. Of course, she 
should be working. Rosamond Strauss needed those illustrations for her 
"Charlie And The Cat" book and she'd promised them by the first of the year. 
They were already ten days late, and God knows, they needed The money. Mike 
hardly made enough with his caretaker routine ... another asinine thing he 
had chosen to do, baffling her. He had told her he was a law student taking 
a temporary respite for personal reasons, and she'd never thought to 
question that. Yet, after their marriage he'd made no effort to return to 
the university, but instead, had brought her here with absolutely no 
explanation, directly to this very place, as if he had known exactly where 
he was headed ... giving up his studies, everything, to look after Jamey 
Halo's estate. 

It just didn't make sense ... any of it ... and he would tell her nothing! 

If only she didn't love him so much, it might be easier to bear ... and 
perhaps she could look at it all sensibly ... even bring herself to leave 
him if it came to that. But she had only to see him, or hear his strong 
laughter to go limp at the knees ... In fact, hadn't it been his infectious 
laugh that had reached her in the first place? Would ... would she ever 
forget that moment...? 

She remembered that it had struck her as a robust, musical sound, hardy and 
masculine, carrying over the impossible din choking the small, crowded 
apartment, with its too many wine-sodden guests in their every stage of 
nakedness at one o'clock in the morning, sensual love running rampant 
wherever one chose to look, and she, blushing, aghast Leslie, there by 
invitation of an airline stewardess friend, just about ready to run out of 
the place when his warm laughter reached her. 

She had seen him then, near the front door, talking to a small group of 
people. He was tall, muscular, handsome and blond, as blond as she, herself, 
except that his hair was not so long as to attract attention in a 
conventional restaurant. Instantly she loved him, and knew that her Mom and 
Dad, brothers and sisters, their wives and husbands, the whole damned family 
would love him! 

But they had never seen him, anymore than she had met his parents! 

"Sorry, Honey, Minnesota's out right now," he'd answered her simply. "It'll 
have to wait ... maybe next summer...." 

"Next summer? I-I don't understand, Mike," she had said in surprise, looking 
at him across the dinner table some two-weeks before Christmas. "Mother sent 
us the money to come ... and they want so much to meet you. Oh, please, 
Darling, Christmas would be just wonderful with all of us together, and I 
know everyone will be crazy about you...." 

"No! Damnit, no!" he'd snapped, shoving back from the table and bolting to 
his feet. "If you want to go, then go! I can't, and that's that. Now, let it 
end there!" 

But she hadn't. With a lump in her throat the size of an egg, she had 
followed him into the living room and said: "Then, we'll use the money to go 
to Ohio and meet your parents, Michael. Mom and Dad'll understand...." 

"Godamnit, Leslie! Don't you hear well? I am not going to Minnesota, Ohio, 
or any other damned place. I'm staying right here!" he shouted at her 
angrily, once more jumping to his feet and storming around the room. 

"But ... but, I don't understand...?" 

"You don't have to understand! Is that clear?" he'd raged fitfully, and in a 
completely uncalled for burst of temper she couldn't comprehend. 

Although it hadn't been the first time he had flown into an unexpected 
tantrum, it was the initial major one that brought her to realize the 
existence of some horrible, unknown thing wedging between them, and like a 
whipped little dog with its tail between its legs, she had slunk into their 
bedroom, undressed and lay shivering in the darkness. 

Neither that memory nor ensuing events had become less painful with the 
passing of time, Leslie thought, standing to pour herself a warm cup of 
coffee. If anything, the whole impossibly unreal picture had worsened, 
especially in the sexual department, since he'd taken to heavy drinking. 
God, there were times it seemed when he was nothing more than an animal ... 
coming at her with his lust-hardened penis throbbing and brutal. She 
shuddered at the mere thought of it and the cruel disregard of him in his 
drunkenness, throwing himself on top of her, his face a mask of salacious 
desire as he plunged his blunt, thick shaft of flesh into her cringing, 
unprepared, vagina without the slightest trace of mercy, or fear of damaging 
her inwardly. 

Oh, she might have fought him; perhaps she could have and successfully, too, 
in his drunken condition. After all, she was near as tall as he and not 
necessarily a weakling for a girl. Swedes were not known for their 
daintiness, and with three brothers she'd had to learn the art of 
self-defense at an early age. She was well aware of her broad shoulders, 
strong, firm breasts, lean waist, and full, breeding hips. But her strength, 
she knew, lay in her long, generously shaped thighs and calves, yet to fight 
him ... this handsome boy she loved ... never. Never! Even when he ignored 
her agonized pleas, his eyes glazed in his drunken lust, shoving her legs 
back until her knees ground into her full, supple breasts, his long, wicked 
rod battering against the very depths of her sensitive womb, she had endured 
it. Yes, even known sudden sensations of spontaneous pleasure from his 
brutal, carnal rape, excitement that he had briefly aroused within her belly 
and loins before he would selfishly empty his boiling sperm into her, then 
roll away in a stupefied coma. How many times had she reached out to him at 
that moment, the electrifying spasms wild and titillating inside her, only 
to be shrugged off angrily as he fell into an exhausted stupor.... 

Why? Why? Why? Another woman, maybe? God! Was it possible? No ... no! She 
couldn't believe that ... yet, what about Nadine Sheldon up at the main 
house? Hadn't she seen him staring after her, his eyes like a pair of 
glowing barbecue pits? Or ... or was she just imagining it because he'd 
brought her home from school yesterday? Jealousy, that was all! You're 
jealous, Leslie ... and of a mere child. God! You have to get hold of 
yourself, girl! Whatever is wrong, it's help he needs, not the warped 
thinking of a frustrated, jealous wife! Faith! Faith! You must have faith in 
him, or everything else is lost! 

She arose from the table and passed through the front room to open the 
curtains once more. The highway lay a hundred yards or so away. 

She stared through the silent, falling snow ... and saw nothing but 
stillness. Then, she went to the other window that faced toward the main 
house. The car was still parked in the drive. She stared at it absently. It 
wasn't Mrs. Sheldon's Ford ... the silhouette was different ... more like 
the one that had belonged to the man with the ugly face who had come looking 
for Mike that afternoon. Of course, it couldn't be, but remembering him 
caused an unpleasant cold tremor to pass over her. 

He'd said very little and wouldn't leave his name, and she'd immediately 
gotten the feeling that his dull-grey eyes were raking her ... undressing 
her lecherously. Then, he'd left, but not before he'd openly spread his lips 
in an actual licentious grin and said: "I'll be back, Mrs. Sayer. Don't 
worry." 

God, she had slammed and locked the door almost in outright fear. If she'd 
ever been ready to cry, it had been right at that moment. What was it? What 
was going on? Was this horrible man part of her Michael's mysterious action? 

God! God! She had to keep her wits! He needed her; she was certain of it! 
Something horrible was happening to him ... to them! Oh Michael ... Darling, 
Darling please come home? Please ... please, let me help...? 

 CHAPTER 3 

Vic Regher's ugly featured face was twisted into an obscene expression of 
sheer, sadistic lust as he watched the lovely and naked, raven-haired 
teenager fumble with trembling small hands at the zipper of his trousers, 
then reach inside to encircle his thick, hard shaft, helping it burst free 
like a heavy, throbbing lance. He saw her eyes grow wide in combination awe 
and baffling confused desire, tiny flames of mounting, but unwanted, passion 
burning in them. Her fingers on his prick caused a hot sensation of feeling 
to jolt through it, echoing in his throat with a grunt. He gaped at her 
voluptuous, naked body arched over him between his legs, and at the small 
thin fingers stroking his rod. 

Christ! He couldn't believe it! She was skinning it back so that the 
red-fleshed, mushroomed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few 
inches from her lips. Hell, she was familiar with cocks, all right! 

"You want it, don't you?" he hissed down at her. "You like to eat prick ... 
no, you love it! Like is too mild a word for the godamned lust written all 
over your pretty face. Well, answer me, you little bitch! Do you or don't 
you?" 

"Oh, oh, please, Mr. Regher," Nadine pleaded, the degrading truth of his 
words sending cold chills of shame along her spine, even as she stared down 
the full length of his long, rigid member to the heavy, hair-covered sac of 
his testicles. 

"Do you, or don't you?" he snarled, winding his huge hand in her long 
streaming hair and twisting cruelly. 

"Yes! Yes!" Nadine cried out desperately, her eyes dampening from the scalp 
pain. 

"Say so then, damn you! Say it!" 

"I want to! I want ... to suck your cock!" she whined loudly. "There! Are 
those the right words?" 

He loosened his hold of her hair, a vile, salacious leer contorting his 
face. His tongue shot out of his mouth and began to lick at his dry, 
bloodless lips as once more, he absorbed the delightful contours of her 
naked body with lickerish eyes. Bitch, he thought! Fucking, big-titted, gold 
mine bitch! Enough to drive a sane man out of his mind with that body! He'd 
never get enough of her ... never! 

If Nadine had felt tears and shame not a half-moment before, they were 
immediately blotted away intoxicatingly when she again fastened her exotic 
eyes on his huge, swollen rod of flesh. Abruptly, the maddening excitement 
and desire raced through her once more, and she felt him writhe and heard 
him groan as she drew back the foreskin from the glistening head, exposing 
the pulsating glans, then, manipulating the thick, outer flesh up and down, 
her mind saturated with the hot, hard feel of it in her tiny hand, her 
fingers hardly going around it; then she lowered her beautiful face as if 
magnetized to the pagan, phallic marvel ... until her lips were but a 
fraction of an inch from touching it. 

Nadine heard him groan once more in lustful anticipation, while 
unexplainable sensations of desire rippled through her belly and loins, 
spurring her on to draw in her breath and flick out her tiny tongue, 
bringing it into warm contact with the soft rubbery tip. She swirled it 
around slowly, wetly, excitedly, while Regher twisted and jerked beneath her 
taunting, until her tongue-tip finally found the little split at its end and 
wiggled into it. 

She tasted the pungent tang of the seminal droplets oozing from it and 
immediately, a new, more enchanting surge of ungovernable pleasure coursed 
through her while her young nostrils flared wildly. She licked down the full 
length of the heavy-veined prick and slowly back up, her small hand 
smoothing along it in her tongue's wake, down to the velvety flesh of its 
massive base, and even beyond to the soft, full bag of his testicles, 
drawing her nails gently beneath them, then weighing them in the small palm 
of her warm hand, while the other again skinned the thick foreskin back 
until the ponderous head stood sleek and naked and she lowered her wanting 
lips slowly, encompassing the spongy head between them, letting it rub along 
the full length of her tongue as her wet, ovaled mouth went down and down 
and down onto it, the tiny drops of seepage from it filling the warm shelter 
of her mouth with its acid-like piquancy. 

Vic Regher groaned above her bobbing head and began a slow undulation with 
his hips, sliding his thick, carnally swollen cock in and out of her mouth 
with a wet sucking sound, guided by his big hand wound in her long hair. He 
watched in lewd fascination the puffing of her cheeks beneath him as her 
head nodded on the end of his prick with unbelievable subservience, and he 
shoved the aching shaft between her ovaled lips with growing fury. His grin 
widened with every up-thrust into her perceptive, sucking mouth, and she 
groaned in depraved passion between his legs. 

Nadine couldn't resist the obscene thrill her perverted sucking of the vile 
man's cock was bringing her. Salacious memories of that night at the farm 
when she had knelt in like manner between blind, Max Bovino's thighs and 
sucked his great prick, saturated her brain, but those moments of bliss had 
been peaked by his massive seeing-eye dog, that great boxer that had taken 
her virginity ... pounding his thick, long, animal cock into the depths of 
her chaste young cunt ... Oh, God! If only he was mounting me now, ramming 
his beautiful prick into my hot, tingling pussy, instead of being locked in 
his room ... My Lonny ... my beautiful Lonny! No man has ever really fucked 
me, only you, my pet! Only you! 

On and on, the erotic lust-inspired thoughts spiraled through her brain as 
she pressed her throbbing breasts against Regher's trousered legs, sucking 
more voraciously with every passing second, rubbing her thighs together and 
squirming her round full buttocks in accompanying masturbatory movements. 

Vic Regher watched with lascivious eyes as Nadine's soft, wet mouth clasped 
greedily around his growing white prick sawing upward into her young face. 
The thin, tensile rim of her pouting lips clung to it as though in fear it 
might suddenly be pulled away from her. He grinned obscenely as he fucked 
her mouth and watched her passion contorted face suck and lick his hardened 
rod with a depraved perversity he would never have believed possible. She'd 
taken both hands to cup and squeeze his balls, and he could see rivulets of 
thick, white fluid dribbling from the corners of her mouth; Christ, she 
seemed to revel in the debasement he had subjected her to, an almost 
masochistic light gleaming in her desire-glazed eyes! 

He began to visualize all of the vile and degrading things he would do to 
her on occasions ... that he would do right at that very moment if it 
weren't for the fucking storm! But he could wait ... take it as he wanted it 
... whenever he felt the urge to blow his nuts. The little bitch! He'd use 
her for his amusement, like the filthy little cunt that she was, just as he 
was going to use her to get Sayer ... and eventually, that stuck up, 
snobbish, Swedish wife of his. Damn her lush, regal ass! She'd beg to eat 
his prick, too, before he was finished with her ... the way all the bitches 
did! Damn them! Damn them! 

And this one, hardly out of her fucking diapers, drawing at his expanding 
prick like a wanton whore, the thick pummeling shaft disappearing in a 
sensual, lengthened fusion of her face and his loins, and he rammed upward 
brutally, driving it far into her receptive mouth and throat, until strands 
of his greying, wiry pubic-hair were near-brushing at the tip of her 
delicate nose, while his balls danced beneath in a bloating buildup of 
pressure. 

Nadine had begun to strain and pray inwardly as she rubbed her thighs 
together feverishly ... pray that her wild, squirming, masturbatory 
gyrations would eventually bring her to completion; she was afire with 
flames of lewd passion that were about to consume her. All thought of shame, 
or the terrifying man whose prick she was voraciously sucking, had long 
since deserted her; only the obscene desire at her unfathomable, 
lust-excited loins existed ... and the throbbing, huge, beautiful cock in 
her mouth. The single thought of it suddenly ejaculating, squirting its 
white, thick cum into her throat had already begun to set her crazy with 
anticipation. She could almost cum herself, just thinking about it! She 
wanted it! Had to have it shooting into her mouth and throat, filling her 
belly as she swallowed it in delectable gulps! It would be hot and sweet 
tasting ... hot like the feel of his churning balls in her hands at that 
very moment! Oh God ... that was it ... the ultimate ... when they came ... 
spurting their thick, warm sperm in her mouth ..! 

Regher stared at the beautiful, raven-haired young bitch in wonder, the 
length of his huge prick almost entirely absorbed into her mouth and throat. 
Fuck! He was ramming beyond her tonsils, now ... no ... no, she was forcing 
the issue ... plunging her face down onto his shaft like a whore gone mad! 

"Shit! Fuck!" he gasped aloud. "Suck it, you baby-bitch! Suck it with 
feeling!" 

Christ! He hardly knew what he was saying. Great whirlpools of sensation 
were mounting deep, deep in his balls and loins as he watched her face 
working over his straining pelvis. Then for a moment, he thought he heard a 
dog bark ... and again ... a big dog, it would be ... but his thoughts were 
interrupted as he watched the little rivers of perspiration running in thin 
drops from the sides of her magnificent, firm, enticing body, straining over 
him like all the bitches he had ever known. The muscles of his belly, chest 
and thighs were as taut as steel bands. He arched his back, thrusting his 
pulsating, fleshy spear even further up between her moist, wildly sucking 
lips, and he watched the thin, pink ridges of flesh pulling from her mouth 
as she clung savagely to his throbbing cock, driving him on. 

He stiffened and began to grunt and groan uncontrollably, the incessant 
moans tumbling from his bloodless lips, his mouth twisting crazily with 
nonsensical sounds sputtering from between clenched teeth. 

And then, it was there! He gasped! He wanted to tell her, but couldn't! The 
time was now! A vile, guttural oath came forth as he sensed the boiling, 
sticky sperm begin its insane charge from the reservoir of his pulsating 
balls to squirt in hot, pressured, bull-like streams into her warm, sucking 
mouth. She clung to it like a leech, her cheeks expanding and hollowing as 
she swallowed the flooding gushes spewing from him with vampirish need, 
continuing to pull hungrily with her lips while he watched and emptied his 
life-giving semen deep down into her voraciously siphoning mouth. 

Cruelly, his one good hand entangled in her long, black-hair and she moaned 
in ecstatic subservience ; he held her head slave-like to the convulsions of 
his generously pumping loins, and he watched her own spasmodic upheaval, 
simultaneously feeling the vibrations of her moans surging into his belly at 
the apex of her orgasm, while he rammed his still spewing member beyond the 
depths of her tonsils. 

She started to cough then, sporadically, while she continued to swallow in 
rapid gulps to maintain her breathing. Then, he cursed out his last spurts 
in final fulfillment, and sensed his enormous prick beginning to deflate in 
her mouth; yet, she continued her sucking, vacuuming every last drop of his 
warm, slippery liquid from his shrinking prick. 

In the aftermath of his spent lust, hateful loathing, as always, seemed to 
overwhelm him, and abruptly, he reached out, slapping Nadine brutally across 
the face, knocking her backwards into a sprawling, obscene position. He got 
to his feet then, tucking his limp member away and zipping his fly, his 
chronically hardened face twisted in an evil grin of vile, demented malice. 

"Pig!" he spat. "Pig-bitch! Remember what I've told you. I'm giving you 
twenty-four hours to get Sayer in bed. If you don't ... I'll put you so 
fucking far behind bars your mother'll have to pack a lunch to come visit 
you. Is that clear, cunt?" 

Nadine's head reeled from the force of his blow. Oddly enough, she felt no 
tears, and showed none. But to say that she wasn't frightened would have 
been a lie. She reached for her coat and pulled it over her where she lay 
nude before him. Oh God! What a filthy beast he was! How ... how, had she 
ever...? 

"Do you hear me, cunt?" he shouted at her. "Yes! Yes, I hear you!" 

"You better, damn you!" he blurted, pulling on his overcoat and 
straightening himself to his satisfaction. Then, he walked close to her and 
stood looking down, a salacious leer contorting his ugly face. "Be where I 
can get hold of you whenever I want ... whenever I get a hard on and want to 
empty my load in your gullet. That clear?" 

"Y-Yes." 

"Twenty-four hours, bitch. That's all. And call me in time to set-up, 
understand?" 

"I-I understand." 

Vic Regher shoved his hands deep into his pockets. He grinned down at the 
voluptuous teenage lovely. Damn, he thought, if it wasn't for this lousy 
storm ... His prick was already stirring in his pants once more at the mere 
sight of her ... He swung away and made for the door. 

 CHAPTER 4 

Mike Sayer canvassed every bar in town and ended up with nothing but an 
increasing beer buzz. He grumbled inwardly, wiping his breath off the inside 
of the dilapidated Chevy windshield. If only he knew what he was looking 
for, or where he might find whatever it was ... that one tiny, unknown clue 
... the missing link that would lead him to her. 

Damn. He'd had no idea it'd been snowing so hard; some three to four inches 
had fallen while he'd fumbled at playing detective. Quarrysite Hill was 
going to be a gem to get up, he thought sardonically, especially with his 
tires. So ... to hell with it! Leslie would be ready to cut his throat, 
anyway ... sort of like hopping from the frying-pan into the fire ... Hell, 
he loved that girl, that beautiful, sensible wife of his, but she didn't 
believe him. He knew that she doubted every word he spoke to her. Christ! If 
only he could tell her everything ... dared to open up and unburden himself 
once and for all ... But ... but, how could he? 

"Open your mouth and crucify yourself, Sayer," he muttered aloud, again 
wiping away the fogging moisture coating the inside of the glass. Damn, what 
a new set of wiper-blades wouldn't do for this heap, he thought, and a 
heater with defrosters that worked would be nice, too. Why not a whole 
damned new car? He could afford one as well as the other. 

"Man, that would be something else, wouldn't it?" he grinned and questioned 
himself. "A new Mustang, maybe ... and old Les would jump right on my head 
... probably stomp me to pieces." He could hear her now. "How about your 
education. Don't you intend to go back to school? My God, whatever happened 
to you, Michael Sayer? Why didn't you tell me that night in the Village that 
you were some kind of nut?" Etcetera ... etcetera ... etcetera! 

He crouched within his sheepskin jacket and clung to the wheel with cold, 
gloveless hands. Quarrysite Hill lay dead ahead, and it appeared as if it 
might be accessible ... at least, there were no vehicles stranded there to 
give him trouble. He leaned heavy on the accelerator, spinning the steering 
apparatus contrary to the skid of the biting, back tires, in an effort to 
accumulate the necessary momentum. 

He'd make it all right, he decided, when he was half-way up the hill, but 
the snow was heavy and still falling. Poor Les, she'd be in a quandary; it 
was after eleven. He should have called her, told her something ... anything 
to keep her from worrying, but he hadn't, simply to avoid mouthing more 
lies. 

Damn his ass! He'd been a bastard to marry her in the first place; he'd 
known it then, just as he knew it now ... but he hadn't been able to help 
himself ... he'd been that crazy in love with her ... so much so that he 
hadn't dared tell her the truth about himself for fear of losing her. It'd 
all work out eventually, he had insisted to his conscience, things had a way 
of doing that, then he would explain everything to her and she'd understand 
because they loved each other.... 

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! How could he ever tell her ... even if he was able 
to solve this mess? How? Damnit, he'd lied to her from the beginning: the 
family bit in Ohio ... that was enough alone to flush him down the drain. 
His Leslie was a full-fledged family girl, with all of those brothers and 
sisters, Mom and Dad, rooted there in Minnesota ... and he'd thumbs downed a 
visit, not because he hadn't wanted to meet them, know them ... yes, even 
love them ... but ... but, he'd been too ashamed and afraid, afraid they 
would be able to see right through him. Besides, he'd had this lead, and he 
couldn't afford to pass it up.... 

God Almighty! She had to be somewhere ... dead or alive ... this only living 
relative he had ever known! She was his sister! His own little Shelly ... 
what else could he do? He had to find her! 

Mel Rembrandt had seen her leave the party that night with Jamey Halo, Mike 
reflected, going back over it all for the millionth time as he broke over 
the hill and the Chevy, with admirable performance, seemed to respond to his 
gentle prodding. Well, at least, the heap was going to be good in snow; that 
was something in its favor. 

Ahead, he thought he saw a car swing from the estate-drive onto the highway 
and move toward him. He was certain once the lights began to blind him. Mike 
slowed considerably, not wanting to tease the hidden, snow-softened 
shoulder. The car passed, its rear end sloughing toward him dangerously. 

"Crazy bastard!" Mike swore angrily. "Who the devil could that've been?" Not 
Mrs. Sheldon, that was for sure. She had more brains ... and Halo was 
gone.... 

He thought about the latter for a moment, forgetting the passed automobile. 
Halo would come back. No worry about that. He had no reason not to; he'd 
come back. Just wait ... sit tight and wait; sooner or later something was 
bound to break ... Or maybe, Shelly would just turn up ... like the bad 
little penny she couldn't help being. He smiled warmly to himself, 
visualizing his lovely kid-sister with the long flaming hair. Hey, why was 
she a redhead and he a blond? Different fathers, maybe, but not necessarily 
... Damn, what a beauty she was ... Leslie would love her, just as he did 
... if only she had a brain to go with her looks. Beautiful little dimwit! 
Throwing herself away ... ruining her life ... Les would love her though ... 
and then, maybe he could tell his luscious wife everything and she'd 
understand.... 

His beautiful, wonderful Leslie ... she loved him ... and love would find a 
way. Wasn't that the old cliche? It was and she did; her jealousy was the 
proof of that. Mike grinned to himself in the semi-darkness. He was thinking 
of the fire in her eyes when she caught him admiring Nadine Sheldon, but, of 
course, from a distance. Yet, what Leslie didn't know and he couldn't tell 
her, were the thoughts racing through his mind as he stood at the window 
watching the voluptuous, raven-haired teenager running and playing with her 
massive dog, Lonny. 

The girl might very well be able to clue him in on exactly what he wanted to 
know. Certainly, living there on the estate with her parents, she would've 
had to see Shelly sometime or other. He had established that her father, Cal 
Sheldon, had committed suicide about the same time that Shelly would have 
been living with Halo, but what he hadn't been able to conclude was, if 
there had been a possible connection between the man's death and his 
sister's disappearance. What ever in God's name it could be, Mike couldn't 
imagine, but if there was a connection Nadine Sheldon might consciously, or 
even unconsciously, be aware of it ... so he had set out to have an 
accidental meeting and chat with her.... 

Hell, he'd never dreamed she would come on like she had. He'd timed it all 
perfectly, managing to be in town on an errand and swinging by the high 
school at dismissal, as the young people were walking toward the school 
buses. He had spotted her almost immediately, not a difficult task, and the 
luscious blonde beside her was nothing short of breathtaking either. Nadine 
had recognized him immediately and begun to wave as he brought the Chevy to 
a stop. They both had ran toward him, their full, young breasts bouncing 
provocatively, while he'd swallowed tightly and worked at pretending to be 
the mature adult. 

Ann Trent was the enchanting blonde's name, and he'd agreed to drop her at 
her home enroute to the estate. But it hadn't been until they were alone and 
heading toward Quarrysite Hill that Nadine Sheldon had really made her young 
intoxicating sex felt. She hadn't moved from her middle position in the 
front seat since they'd taken Ann Trent home, and suddenly, Mike had felt 
her small warm hand on his thigh. 

The sensation it aroused had shot through him like an electric charge, and 
it was at that precise moment that he'd really became aware that she might 
be just a teenager, but she was concealing her age beautifully in a sensuous 
young woman's body. He'd glanced over at her, then down at her hand that 
rested not six inches from his stirring prick. 

"What's this?" he questioned softly. "You want me to run this heap right up 
the side of a hill?" 

She'd replied with a cute, musical laugh. "That wouldn't be good enough, 
Mike. But there is a road not too far from here that leads up onto a hill 
where the view is beautiful," she said, her lovely exotic eyes looking into 
his unflinchingly. "It's very private." 

"Really...?" 

"Um hum ... would you like to see it?" 

Again, he looked down at her white, slender hand that had begun to massage 
his thigh gently, suggestively, and then his eyes fastened upon her slightly 
separated, nylon-covered thighs, almost completely exposed to him from 
beneath the short mini-dress she wore. Christ, they were so full and round, 
soft and inviting ... He had to catch himself from dropping his hot hand to 
them. 

"I ... ah ... don't go in much for views, Nadine," he said, stammering, 
feeling anything but the adult of the two and knowing that he had to bring 
the conversation back to a proper plane. 

"But you haven't seen this one, yet," she said, her lovely pouting lips 
toying with a teasing smile that caused his cock to jerk once more. "It 
could change your mind ... if you gave it a chance." 

Mike had swallowed almost chokingly, sensing the beat of his pulse 
increasing along with the size of his prick in his pants. Still, he'd 
managed: "I'll ... I'll remember that. A person's desires do change, they 
say ... but ... but I'd want to be certain that I had the time to fully 
appreciate it, and get the ultimate benefit from it ... so as to speak. As 
it is, Leslie's expecting me home for an early dinner and a movie tonight. I 
... I don't think she'd appreciate me telling her about a view from a hill 
I'd found that took up my time ... do you?" 

Nadine laughed lightly, then shook her pretty head. "No, I don't believe she 
would. But ... I can wait, Darling." 

Her little endearment caused him to look at her once more, her magnificent 
dark eyes dancing mischievously as she continued to stroke his thigh, her 
tiny hand less then three inches from his swollen penis then. 

"Tell me," he managed, running his tongue nervously over dry lips, "Is your 
mother really going to marry Jamey Halo?" 

Nadine shrugged pretty shoulders and her hand stopped moving ... then drew 
away from him. Suddenly, she was arranging her coat over her lap and he 
could no longer see her thighs. 

"Don't tell me that you, too, are concerned over their age difference?" she 
said, her tone assuming a particular sharpness he hadn't anticipated. 

"Age difference?" Mike repeated. "Hell no. It doesn't mean anything to me. I 
. ... I was simply thinking that your mother is a very lovely woman, a rare 
beauty in fact ... beauty that you've obviously inherited ... and not 
exactly Jamey Halo's type." 

He glanced over at her and she smiled again; he'd smoothed it nicely. 

"My mother thanks you, and I thank you, Mr. Sayer, for the marvelous 
compliment," she said. Then: "You're right, of course. She's not his type, 
but then, who the devil is ... except those ... those chippies he brings 
home to shack-up with." 

She might have slipped a stiletto between his ribs ... the twinge of pain 
couldn't have brought him more immediate agony. But he'd forced himself, and 
he doubted that she ever knew he had felt any reaction to her words. 
Instead, he'd said: "Oh...? You mean he brings girls onto the estate right 
in front of his future bride...?" 

"No, no, of course not. That was before ... anyway, I doubt that Mom'll ever 
marry him," said Nadine, fumbling a cigarette from her purse and lighting 
it. She blew out smoke. "Mom's discovered what he's like ... just as all of 
his girls have ... a wild, egotistical maniac who'll never grow up because 
he's sick...." 

"Sick?. Maniac?" Mike probed. 

"Oh ... I shouldn't say those things, I know, she said, evidently sorry 
she'd let some hidden emotions run away with her, and he couldn't help but 
wonder if jealousy might not be the underlying motive for her anger. "I mean 
... I know you work for him and everything, and we live in his house ... but 
you see, you don't know him like I do. I ... I doubt if he ever could love 
any girl ... unless it was that redhead, Shelly. Yes ... he might have been 
in love with her, but she was too wild for him. That's why he sent her away, 
I suppose." 

There it was! Proof for certain that she'd been there, and he remembered 
that he'd gripped the wheel so tightly that his nails had dug into the flesh 
of his palm, yet, somehow, he'd been able to control himself. 

"You think he loved her, eh? This Shelly you mentioned?" 

"Oh, I don't really know," the lovely young girl had answered, sucking smoke 
deep into her lungs. "She was beautiful, with the type of sexy body men like 
to look at. God knows, my own father couldn't resist her...!" She dropped 
her head then, her one hand coming up to hide her face from him. "Sometimes 
... sometimes, I think that was why he...." 

She stopped there and he'd felt the blood pounding in his veins. Christ! She 
knew something, all right; she knew plenty! But he had to take it easy ... 
couldn't let her see that he was trying to draw it out of her! Patience! 
Slow and easy ... but then, they were moving up the estate drive and there 
wasn't time for further questions. He said: "Well, here we are." 

She'd raised her head and smiled. "Thanks for the ride ... I'fn only sorry 
you didn't get to see the view from the hill. I-I'm sure it's one you'd 
never forget." 

"Maybe ... maybe, next time," he said. "Next time?" Her eyes were searching 
his. "Why don't we just plan a time, Mike?" 

"Plan ... plan a time?" he repeated, his brain churning, simultaneously 
realizing that such a meeting might be the only way he would ever extract 
the information from her that he wanted. "All right. Name it." 

"No. No, I think it'd be better if you named it ... or let me know whenever 
you're ready. After all, you're the best judge of when your wife won't want 
to go to the movies...." 

And that had been the way that little episode had ended, with his first real 
positive clue to Shelly's disappearance ... along with an unexpected and 
unwanted bit of lust gnawing at his loins for a ride to the top of the hill 
with Nadine Sheldon. 

You stupid, lecherous sonofabitch! She's nothing but a child! his rational 
mind screamed at him. But then, his virility aroused, beer stimulated brain 
replied: Child hell! Look at her! Watch the way she wiggles her ass ... her 
beautiful, seductive ass, and the gleam in her eyes when she smiles! The 
little witch! She wants fuck! Fuck! 

Christ, he was drunk again! He hadn't meant to ... but how could you sit in 
bars and ask questions without drinking? Hell! He Was loaded! Oh baby, was 
he ... Leslie, you magnificent specimen of womanhood, I need you tonight, 
Baby. I do, I do. Don't let me down.... 

Please don't! I swear ... I'll make it beautiful! Honest! 

He swung into the drive, the Chevy's rear end sliding wildly back and forth 
as he gunned the engine and the wheels spun ... eventually moving the 
ancient vehicle slowly forward up into the drive. The main house was 
near-dark, he registered during his maneuverings, and his own house, the 
bungalow, was all dark. Leslie had gone to bed. 

He stopped in front of the tiny, impossible garage, cutting the engine. He 
wasn't going to try that feat, he thought, breathing a heavy sigh. Piss on 
it. Let the friggin' snow bury the lousy crate. Then, he and Les would be 
here alone for days, and he'd have all kinds of time to make up to her ... 
if he could keep his mind in tow. 

His fucking mind! That was really it, wasn't it? His lousy, fucking mind? 
All else was beautiful, except his distorted brain ... and his baby sister. 
Christ, he owed a sister like Shelly that much didn't he? Hell, he was 
drunk! 

He sat quietly, unmoving, trying to listen to the snow fall. His brain 
whirled in a kaleidoscope of thoughts. He shook his blond head, but the 
thoughts wouldn't go away. 

He'd never known his mother or father, he thought, only the strict nuns in 
the orphanage. And several times a week, if he was extra good, he got to 
play with his younger sister. Christ! Where had those years gone? A third of 
his life! And how strange the godamned world had looked to him when he'd 
walked out and entered it; but not fearfully strange, because Father 
Dominick had registered him in N.Y.U....He, Michael Sayer, would be an 
attorney of the court ... by the grace of God and the sanction of this great 
country! 

Shit! 

But he'd been proud! His marks were the highest in the classes, and there 
wasn't the slightest doubt in his mind but that he'd be the owner of a 
sheepskin right now had it not been for Shelly! Shelly ... his baby sister, 
his one an only hold to this human world before Leslie ... Hell, he loved 
her! 

Poor kid! Godamn! Poor girl! She'd gone utterly wild from the moment the 
orphanage had let her loose on society. Traditionally, they'd trained her 
for a livelihood in nursing, found her a position in a private hospital, but 
she'd never really gotten with it ... she'd been too man-crazy. One after 
the other, they came and went, each one, it seemed, worse than his 
predecessor, until Granger, and she'd married that punk. Talking to her ... 
even trying to talk to her, had been futile, but he'd never given up, for 
all the good it had done him, or her. 

Six months after their marriage, Granger had disappeared, leaving Shelly who 
had loved him, a near mental case and bordering on drug addiction. Mike had 
moved her into his apartment with him then, lock, stock and barrel, and that 
was when the police came down on him. It had been a middle of the night 
raid, completely dumbfounding him, but even more so when they turned up some 
twenty thousand dollars worth of heroin that had been stolen from a drug 
warehouse, snugly hidden amongst Shelly's things. 

Perhaps he'd been a fool; he'd certainly had enough time to reflect on it, 
but he couldn't just sit by and let them send his baby sister off to prison; 
that would surely have been the end of her. So, he'd confessed to the crime 
he'd never committed and gotten off with nineteen months on good behavior 
and no past record, with a two-year probationary period. And he'd never been 
sorry ... had he? No, he hadn't ... or, almost never, not until he'd met Vic 
Regher, his probation officer, the man he'd been transferred to when they 
came to Parksburg. 

Hell, he could even endure him, the lousy bastard, if only he could learn 
what had happened to Shelly. Max Rembrandt had insisted she had been with 
Halo that night at his party ... the very same night he had met Leslie ... 
but trying as he had, he'd been able to learn nothing concrete, up until his 
little conversation with Nadine Sheldon the day before. At least, now he 
knew he was on the right track; that lovely case of hot-pants was going to 
tell him plenty, and there wasn't much question in his grogged mind but what 
finding it out would be pleasurable in the process, if only he wasn't 
head-over-heels, crazy in love with his Leslie.... 

Abruptly, Mike felt a claustrophobic sensation as the snow slowly covered 
the windows and small arched clearings his windshield wipers had made; he 
opened the door and stepped out into the deep silence. The night was 
emblazoned in hushed, falling white crystal loveliness. He stood, unmoving, 
staring off at nothing, the tiny flakes of snow tickling his nose and brow 
... and then, he saw more lights brightening the highway, until finally the 
auto turned into their drive, grinding its way up toward the main house. 
That would be Susan Sheldon ... but it wasn't her car; it was Adam Kallen's. 

Mike grunted to himself. He'd learned a great deal in his short employment, 
hadn't he? A great deal about others ... but damned little about his own 
wife and himself. Christ, what was it that caused their lovemaking to 
develop into one fiasco after another? She loved him, just as he did her; he 
was sure of that; yet, intentionally or otherwise, the invariable feeling of 
inadequacy she gave him aroused the animal-like rage of protective egoism 
that drove him to vent his lust brutally upon her beautiful, helpless body 
time after time, until it had come to a point where he could hardly help 
himself any longer. 

At first, he'd thought that liquor might help, both in staying power and as 
a balm to his troubled mind and hair-trigger temperament, but its reaction 
had been the opposite. God, he thought, how his loins ached for her this 
night! Why had he let himself get drunk this way...? Hell, he wanted her ... 
and damnit, he was going to have her! Drunk, or no ...! 

He licked at a flake of snow on his lips, then broke into a salacious grin, 
sensing the stirring in his pants at the mere thought of his wife's 
delectable young body. Once, he nearly fell as he staggered toward the 
bungalow. 

* * * 

Leslie Sayer lay quite awake and fully dressed on the davenport in their 
living room the faint glow from the dying embers in the fireplace affording 
her all the light she needed as she awaited her young husband's arrival 
through the front door. She had heard him drive in some minutes past, but 
hadn't moved. Rather, had she remained almost immobile, staring wide-eyed 
toward the entranceway in near-dread ... and then, the door burst open. 

Immediately, he staggered, and she realized that her fear had been well 
founded. He was drunk ... and oh God, his face was twisted into that glazed 
leer of vile lubricity she had come to know and loathe these weeks. A tremor 
of apprehensive disgust rippled over her supple body, yet she didn't move 
and it was a full minute before his eyes adjusted and he saw her lying 
there. 

"Hey ... ," he said, his grin widening. There's my baby. Waiting up for me, 
eh?" He wobbled slightly, then placed one hand on a table edge to steady 
himself. "Lonesome or worried, Honey ... which is it?" 

"Both," replied Leslie, swinging her feet slowly to the floor. "Where have 
you been, Mike? Why didn't you call me?" 

He chuckled, shaking his head meaninglessly. "Been busy ... too busy. 
Besides, you wouldn't understand." 

His words cut into her with the icy ruthlessness of cold steel. Dear God, 
was this the same boy she'd married? "Why ... why don't you try me, Mike? 
Give me a chance before you make those decisions...." 

Again, he laughed, but louder this time, its sound carrying an obvious lewd 
ring that caused her to break off in the middle of her sentence. He said: 
"Sweetheart, that's just what I've got in mind ... trying you. Now, how the 
hell did you guess that?" He reached down and grasped his swollen organ 
inside his pants, thrusting his pelvis forward obscenely, while she stared 
at his licentious performance with repulsive, and unwanted, if, somewhat 
whetted libido. "It's as hard as a rock, Baby, and loaded with a full charge 
just for you. Here, feel...." 

He stumbled toward her, still holding onto himself as Leslie bolted to her 
feet and backed away from him, her beautiful eyes seething with rage. "Stop 
it, Mike! My God, stop it! What's happening to you? You ... you're turning 
into some sort of filthy animal! I ... I don't know you anymore! What is it? 
What?" She shook her head in disbelief, wishing to God she could unleash 
some tears that would alleviate the painful lump in her throat.... 

"Animal? Filthy ... animal?" he repeated thickly, slowly, his eyes 
narrowing. "So ... that's what you think of me, eh, Baby? Filthy animal ... 
Well, fuck it, then, what've I got to lose...?" he spat, lurching at her and 
catching hold of her wrist. 

"Mike! Please? Please, no ... don't!" Leslie pleaded as he hauled her 
against him roughly, slamming his mouth onto hers with brutal force, while 
she struggled with him instinctively, his unexpected action frightening her. 
But it was useless, she knew, and he held her tight in his strong arms, his 
tongue crashing into her mouth, his massive rod of hard flesh burrowing into 
the softness of her belly. Then, to her shocked amazement, he pulled her 
down to the floor with him, his mouth drawn tight, his bloodshot eyes more 
ruthless than she had ever imagined they could be. 

"Mike ... Mike, darling, please," she begged, while he pinned her there 
holding her tight ... as if he were going to rape her, and suddenly she knew 
that she was appealing to deaf ears. His hands were all over her, clutching 
and squeezing at her soft, sensitive flesh, pulling at her clothing harshly 
... until, before she realized it, he had stripped her and was tearing at 
his own things; then, she saw his swollen, rigid penis throbbing with 
excited lust and he rolled over between her thighs, lifting them high with 
his hands and pressing them back cruelly against her full, naked breasts. 

"Oh ... Mike darling ... please ... please no ... not this way?" she begged 
further. 

"Not this way?" 

"What the fuck would you expect from an animal, wife?" he spat thickly, his 
handsome young face a leering mask of enraged lust. 

"Oh God ... ," Leslie moaned, feeling his hand wedging down between them, 
then, the blunt, bulbous head of his thick, lust hardened cock spreading 
open the sparse young pubic hair and the soft, tender lips of her unprepared 
vagina, drawing it crudely up between them to find her clitoris and send 
jolting little spasms soaring wildly through her as he massaged the tiny nub 
with the spongy tip of his prick's smooth, rubbing head. He laughed 
lasciviously as he taunted her, working his purplish, mushroomed cock-head 
up and down her sensitively spread cuntal slit coarsely. "Okay, darling wife 
... I'm about to fuck you just as if you wanted me to ... wild animal that I 
am ... damn you!" 

"Oh, Michael ... darling, what's happening to us?" Leslie whimpered beneath 
him, cringing at his foul, crass language, and then she saw him take one 
last drunken look down at her widespread vagina, aim his lust-bloated member 
at her unready, fear-quivering split ... and lunge at her with vicious 
force. 

"Aaaaauuuuuuuggggghhhhhh!" she cried out in a long gasp of pain, her strong 
white body squirming with the agony as he rammed his cock home ... home 
until his balls slapped resoundingly into the smooth yielding crevice of her 
ass, buffeting her twitching anus, and she tried desperately to grind her 
frantic buttocks down into the nap of the carpeting to escape the cruel, 
instantaneous impalement. Again, she wailed loudly! Her legs jerked, 
escaping his imprisoning arms in their coiled strength, shooting widely out 
on either side of him, but kicking futilely in the air. 

His rod had torn into her, scraping against the tight, unready vaginal walls 
that contracted and squeezed desperately in their resistance around him, as 
if her passage were endeavoring to forcibly expel his battering, stone-hard 
rod of flesh. Subconsciously, she'd heard him grunt at the sudden clasping 
enclosure swallowing his inflated cock, while he continued to push deeper 
and deeper into her, forcing the warm, unreceptive moist walls of her 
channel in rippling waves before it. 

Lying helplessly dominated beneath him, her throat nearly choked with the 
knot of unsheddable tears wedged there, pain, shock, and humiliated pride 
torturing her, Leslie felt as if she'd been ripped apart inside by the 
brutality of his entry. But worse ... she was unable to fathom the horrible 
reasoning behind his unnecessary, cruel attack. 

"Oh ... Oh ... Oh ... God, Mike!" she groaned as again, he caught her legs 
and pressed her knees back hard against her breasts. "Oooohhh, not so hard 
... please ... not so fast...! Ooohhh darling ... why? Why?" 

But he was drunk. His handsome face was a contorted mask of carnal lust, and 
as she lay under him completely helpless, he continued to pound his hips 
deep into her until she thought his huge, thick cock would mangle her 
insides. Then, his hands were roughly kneading the soft, resilient flesh of 
her breasts and she could feel the skin beginning to bruise beneath his 
unmerciful fingers. 

He plunged in and out of her insanely, ignoring her pleas, squirming and 
skewering, raising an additional whimper of pain with every brutal inthrust. 
He seemed to be getting bigger and bigger and ramming higher and higher 
toward her very throat. And then, to her own amazement, she discovered 
herself trying to move her pelvis up against his rampaging cock. She was 
sore and burning beyond belief inside her raw, moist inflamed vaginal 
passage, but suddenly, and unbelievingly, afire with a burst of great, 
building pressure in her soft, sensitive loins that was growing to a 
pinprick point of agonizing rapture. It swept her whole mind clean of all 
else and she could think of nothing but its enormity and the ecstatic, sweet 
frenzy of it as it raged and mounted inside her. 

God! Oh God! This must be it! She'd never known anything like it before! She 
would explode! She would! She would! Oh Christ ...! 

It was building ... building! She was going toooo ...! 

But then, he stowed! 

"Oh no, no...! Don't stop, Darling! My God, please, please ... I was going 
to...!"she wailed, gasping and squirming beneath him in a mad frenzy, trying 
desperately to reestablish the lost rhythm, bucking and sliding her moist, 
contracting cunt up and down his thick, hard shaft, then clutching at him as 
he pulled out of her and rolled away. "Darling! Darling...!" 

Dear God, he was crying! Like a child ... lying on his stomach and sobbing 
into his hands. Leslie sat up, staring over at him in disbelief, while 
within, her loins blazed in agonized near-fulfillment, the muscles of her 
long, smooth white legs jerking spasmodically in the tormenting throes of 
precompletion and denial. She moved over beside him, laying her hand on his 
muscular back, not knowing what to say or think. 

"D-Darling...? Don't ... don't cry. Whatever ... whatever it is, it'll be 
all right," she whispered, leaning her lips down close to his ear, yet 
unable to quell the muscle convulsions attacking her own tormented body. 

He twisted away from her and sat up with a start, his expression distorted 
in the lingering effects of alcohol, his eyes yet glazed, but with a mental 
agony she couldn't know, his face wet with his tears. 

"Wh-What the hell do you know about anything?" he hissed at her. "You and 
your lousy family ... so fucking secure from the time you were old enough to 
piss by yourself!" 

"Mike ... for God's sake, Mike, what is it?" Leslie flung at him, recoiling 
at the filth of his vile choice of words, while her loins continued to churn 
in unsatisfied, tormented desire and her own rage mounted inside her. "What 
in God's name is wrong? Tell me! I've a right to know! Remember me? I'm your 
wife!" 

"Ha!" he blurted. "That's a fucking laugh. Since when have you been a wife? 
Or does getting the meals and making the bed qualify you?" 

His cutting slashes were like razors slicing the taut, lean flesh of her 
pride. Mother of God! What was happening to them? "Michael ... Darling, stop 
talking ... don't say anymore ... don't say another word that we can't 
erase! Please, Darling ... please...?" 

For a long moment she saw his eyes gaping at her, his mouth loose and 
slackly open ... then, he rolled over and sat up, unexpectantly drawing his 
knees up against his chest in the manner of one sitting on a beach. It was 
all insane ... she just couldn't believe it ... then, he rested his chin 
upon his knees and stared off at nothing. 

"I-I'm no good, Leslie ... Not good for you, anyway," he spoke softly. "No 
... that's it." He shook his head, dropped his eyes, and she knew he was 
going to weep again. "But ... but ... if you'll only have faith ... I 
promise, my beautiful Leslie ... I'll make it up to you! I swear I will! I 
swear...!" 

"You don't have to swear anything, Darling," she whimpered, throwing herself 
into his arms, across his lap and wrapping her own arms around his neck. 
"Just love me, my darling! Just love me and tell me how I can help?" Again, 
he gazed down into her eyes for a long moment, then, he kissed her tenderly. 
Finally, he said: "There's nothing you can do ... and I can't tell you. You 
... You'll just have to trust me, Les ... trust me, that's all." 

She started to protest. God, why couldn't he tell her? She was his wife! She 
loved him and he loved her! There was no longer any question about that ... 
not now! But ... but, she had only to look up into his stern, set face and 
know ... He'd said all he was going to. 

"A-All right, my darling ... I'll trust you in whatever you do," she 
whispered. "Only ... only, let me know that you love me now and then, will 
you ... I mean, really, really love me?" 

He smiled weakly down at her. "I'll try, Baby ... but these are hellish 
times for me. Please ... please, bear with me?" 

She smiled back at him. "Lover ... I've just learned that I can bear 
anything you've got to give." 

 CHAPTER 5 

Vic Regher sat at the bar of the Diamond Dell drinking vodka-tonic and 
watching the petite young wench dance naked. Damn, she was an enticing 
little bitch, all right, he mused, with those jutting tits, rounded hips and 
thighs churning crazily to the thunderous beat of the recorded music, say 
nothing of the trimmed black triangle of hair fleecing her exciting young 
crotch; but with all of her provoking attributes, she couldn't begin to 
match his delightfully exotic young pervert, Nadine. Besides, he decided 
disappointedly, she was wearing the proverbial secret band aid over her 
split, securing it together, the way they did with their lousy afternoon 
shows. At night he knew it was different; he'd caught the routine enough 
times. The props came out along with the pros, but the latter were broken 
down sluts, too, nothing like his little twenty-four karat find. 

How the hell Silk Weaver got away with running such a wide-open set-up was 
beyond him. He had to grease the right palms and evidently did all the way 
up to the statehouse; otherwise, he'd be wiped out like that. Vic Regher 
looked around the dimly lighted, plush lounge. The casino was closed off now 
with an artificial wall that would be removed in another eight hours, and 
the transformation would be like walking into a Las Vegas hotel. Weaver had 
a hold on Parksburg for certain, whatever it was, and Vic Regher's guess was 
that he'd inherited it from Max Bovino after the latter was found shot dead 
in an old farmhouse some miles outside of town. 

Thinking about that reminded him that Susan Sheldon had played a part in 
that mess, along with her daughter, Nadine ... his own little peter-eater. 
He grinned to himself. Hell, what a "sucksual" little discovery she was, and 
unable to control herself once she caught sight of a fiery-headed prick. 
He'd never seen anything quite like her, and Christ knows, he'd had enough 
of them; she was a mental problem if one ever existed ... but that wasn't 
his worry. Just thinking about her sweet, pouting lips fastened over the 
knob of his cock was enough to set him off ... and he had a date to watch 
her and that crumb, Sayer, in the sack, come another two-hours. 

She had called him while he was still in his office, right after lunch. 

"Mr. Regher ... this is Nadine Sheldon. It's ... it's all arranged." 

"What's arranged?" 

"What you wanted. Mike ... Mike Sayer's coming here at three-thirty." 

"For what?" 

"What do you think?" she'd spat into his ear. 

Regher had laughed. His prick stirred at the mere sound of her voice. "It 
better be what I think, Baby," he warned. She hadn't answered and he'd said: 
"All right, I'll be there at three to set up, and listen to me, Honey, you 
better make it good ... real good, understand?" 

A long moment passed. "I understand," she'd said. 

"I hope so ... Marijuana's a rough charge, kid ... especially on a 
susceptible little pussycat like you. I keep thinking about a couple of 
Junior lesbians I tucked away in that Bastille who'd loved to get hooks into 
you." 

"Damnit, I said it would be good!" 

Regher had chuckled once more. Then: "Maybe, I'll drop around early and let 
you warm up by giving me some head, eh? How'd you like that, Baby?" 

"I-I don't know what you mean...." 

"Like hell, you don't," he spat. "Just keep that sweet little mouth ready in 
case I feel the urge ... got that?" 

"Y-Yes . . 

He had grinned lewdly to himself, and rubbed his hardening shaft inside his 
trousers while he gave her a few last minute instructions on what he 
expected her to do with Sayer. After, he'd sat for awhile in his office, 
reveling mentally in the knowledge that once again he was going to apportion 
a measure of justice. And now, at the bar of the Diamond Dell, he was still 
relishing the same thoughts. 

As usual, justice had been anything but satisfied in Mike Sayer's case. 
Nineteen months the punk had gotten when it should've been ninety-nine 
years! There was nothing lower, nor more dangerous to society, than a drug 
pusher. Of course, that hadn't been the charge brought against the cheap 
hood, but there was no doubt in his, Vic Regher's, mind that he was pushing. 
Why else would he have stolen the stuff? And that stupid, senile judge had 
let him off with nineteen months for robbery. Ridiculous! 

The ugly faced man scooped up his glass and drained it, his eyes fixed on 
the suggestive gyrations of the petite, naked girl above and before him, a 
near diabolical leer twisting his bloodless lips. The scales were going to 
balance shortly, he thought, his mind struggling momentarily for clarity; 
yes, damn her, he was going to sample the charms of one Leslie Sayer ... 
everything was going to balance! Damn her ... she did, all right! The hair, 
the eyes ... her high, full, pointed breasts ... the bitch! Every time he 
looked at her on the street or wherever, he saw his Evelyn in her face! 
Bitch! And the way she'd cringed from him yesterday, as if he were dirt! 
Damn her! Bitch! Before he was finished with her, she'd beg for mercy, he 
thought, his brain racing in near paranoid vindictiveness, his dull-grey 
eyes aglow with tiny, evil explosions, while his one good hand rubbed his 
gloved, artificial one subconsciously. 

* * * 

Leslie Sayer was filled with an abundance of happiness, the likes of which 
she had not known in weeks, as she hopped from the bed, pulled on her robe 
over her nightie and walked toward the bath for her shower, humming a 
lilting tune she couldn't place at the moment. She stretched languidly as 
she walked, looking toward the bedroom window where the brilliant winter sun 
streamed through in the aftermath of the storm the night before. 

Now, wasn't that an allegorical thought, she mused happily ... the storm 
raged last night, and today the sun shown beautifully. She had truly reached 
her Michael, too, just as he had made her understand that she must have 
faith in him, that whatever the mystery was surrounding him, it could never 
overcome their love for one another. And then, of course, there was the 
other most beautiful happening ... she had nearly known sexual fulfillment 
with him, and would have, had he been able to continue, but his emotions had 
gotten the better of him; try as he had even with her enticements, an 
erection had been out of the question, and she'd merely whispered: "Darling, 
Darling, rest. Don't try anymore ... don't you see, my love, it's not 
important, not now. We have a hundred years ahead of us. I know you love me 
and that's all that matters...." 

And he did love her; she was certain of that ... her beautiful, handsome 
young blond husband. Right now, he would be maneuvering the Jeep with its 
plow, clearing the drive and parking areas around the estate, thinking of 
her, she would bet, and wondering what she was doing right at that very 
moment. 

Well, my darling, I'm about to strip naked and look at myself in the mirror, 
for if any girl ever did, I feel like a blushing bride who has just been 
deflowered! And so she did, tossing her things over the clothes hamper, her 
azure-blue eyes delighted with the sight of her own white nakedness. 

She gazed in newfound appreciation at her high-set, rounded, widely spaced 
breasts with their pink-tipped nipples distending from the cool rush of air 
caressing them, her eyes slowly lowering to her slender, girlish waist that 
gently swelled into rounded provocative hips, a flat, smooth stomach and 
long, full, well-tapered thighs, curvaceous calves and nicely formed slim 
ankles. She caught at her long flaxen hair, lifting it in back to the top of 
her head, pinning it there, the movement causing her erect, rotund breasts 
to jut forth in full bloom. Then, narcisstically, she smoothed her hands 
down over them and along her slightly delineated ribs to the silkiness of 
her belly and through the soft golden hair that attested to her Viking 
ancestry. She trembled erotically at her own touch and sensed the flush in 
her cheeks at her wanton caressing of her body. 

Quickly, she stepped inside the glass shower stall. An ice-cold spray was 
what she needed to jar her back to reality. After all, she did have to 
finish her illustrations and catch the train to Syracuse before three 
o'clock. God knows, they needed the money badly enough, and suddenly it 
seemed that her desire to do something ... to prove to her Michael that her 
love was so full ... so ... so robust for him that it was completely 
overwhelming her. Oh, how she loved him! Her flat little belly churned with 
the thought, and her loins tingled at the mere memory of the way he had 
plunged into her with his strong, beautifully thick penis only hours before. 
Lord, she'd never dreamed in her wildest nightmares that she could ever 
entertain a perverted thought ... but ... but at that moment, he had stood 
before her, his magnificent male member rigid and thrust forth, she knew she 
would drop to her knees to kiss and taste it humbly ... and ... and pray 
that he'd force it into her mouth dominantly! 

Dear God! I love him so! 

 CHAPTER 6 

Mike Sayer liked to think of himself as an intelligent individual, but of a 
sudden, he was beginning to question such intellection. He thought this now 
as he parked the Chevy in front of the bungalow and walked up the drive 
toward the main house. Three-thirty, his watch read; punctual, wasn't he? 
Damn, this was crazy! There was a void in his belly, as if his entrails had 
fallen out, and his loins tingled with anticipating sensations, the 
existence of which he was trying to deny. Hell, it was absolutely stupid; 
there was no question about that, but how else was he going to learn what 
she knew? He would have to keep his head, was all, not let things get out of 
hand.... 

God knows, he loved his Leslie with every ounce of strength he possessed; if 
there'd ever been a doubt in his mind, last night had eradicated it. What a 
magnificent girl she was ... but Christ, he couldn't give up now, could he? 
He owed Shelly that much ...! 

If only that little mantrap, Nadine, didn't come on like a teenager Lorelei; 
not that he was harboring any false notions concerning her purity. If her 
performance during their trip home from school two days past hadn't 
enlightened him sufficiently, the episode with her that very morning had, 
and here he was heading right up the drive for more ... playing with fire 
and knowing it! 

Christ almighty, Sayer! You've got to be some kind of nut! But just keep 
telling yourself you're doing it for Shelly ... that you love your wife! 
Don't pay any attention to the fact that your prick is like a hammer handle! 
You're a hip guy, Sayer ... just keep walking, eh? Stupid! Stupid! 

He licked at his dry lips and fought with his conscience as the snow packed 
squeakily beneath his feet in the brisk winter sun, his brain racing, 
earlier events of that very day flashing through it. 

He'd driven Leslie to the depot in a semi-fog, kissed her good-bye absently, 
promising to pick her up at ten, then driven back to the estate. Enroute, 
he'd been almost certain he'd recognized Vic Regher's car going the opposite 
way toward Parksburg, but a girl had been driving it and he was content to 
forget any thoughts concerning that bastard. Besides, his aroused vita 
sexualis was won't to entertain few thoughts that didn't include Nadine 
Sheldon, regardless of what he kept trying to tell himself. 

He'd been operating the plow, opening up the drive and clearing the area of 
snow in front of the main house, when he saw her tapping at the window-pane, 
trying to catch his attention. He'd smiled and waved, but his heart hadn't 
been in it. Since his drunken, uncalled for show with Leslie the night 
before, he'd been able to think of little else. Sleep had evaded him for 
hours; he'd been that disgusted with himself and confused of mind. Then, to 
top it off, Les had wanted to finish what he'd started, as she'd so cutely 
put it ... and he couldn't ... just couldn't; he hadn't been able to raise 
and hold an erection; he'd been that godamned mentally upset. Still, she'd 
kissed him, cuddling close, whispering things like: "That's all right, 
Darling ... I know you love me ... that's all that matters ... I can 
wait...." 

Christ, he did love her! There wasn't the slightest doubt in his mind. She 
was really all in the world that mattered to him ... his sweet and beautiful 
wife ... Damnit, to hell! 

But there Nadine Sheldon had stood motioning him to Come into the house ... 
stood before the window in her robe, her long, raven hair tumbling around 
her shoulders, a provocative smile teasing her youthful, pouting mouth. 
Then, thoughts of his lost sister had flickered through his mind and he'd 
brought the Jeep to a halt, stealing a glance back down at the bungalow 
guiltily. 

Nadine had met him at the door, Launcelot, her massive boxer beside her. 
She'd stepped back, opening the barrier wide for him. Momentarily, he'd 
hesitated, then entered, she closing the door behind him as the great animal 
moved forward to satisfy its sense of smell, then waited, to be petted. 

"What's all this, young lady?" Mike had asked with a half-grin, his fingers 
digging gently behind Sir Launcelot's erect, wide-spaced ears. 

"Just wanted to extend you an invitation," Nadine had replied, her sensual 
smile still playing about her pretty, small mouth; then, she had seemed to 
avert her eyes from his almost ashamedly, with, maybe, even a trace of pain 
in them, and she had partially turned away. 

Nevertheless, he'd analyzed the gesture as one of shyness and it gave him a 
pleasant feeling. After forming first opinions, it wasn't something he'd 
expected of her. Damn, he'd thought, she was just a little girl after all, 
wasn't she? And that's exactly what he'd had in mind taking advantage of to 
learn what he wanted to know ... her immaturity. You're a no-good bastard, 
Sayer, he'd thought, a master of deceit! 

"An invitation...?" he'd repeated with an expression of naivete, while 
simultaneously his mind was pondering the number of times she might have 
been laid in her young life. 

"Um hum," she'd murmured, nodding with cuteness, surprising him immediately 
by moving in close to him and reaching with her small, slender white hand to 
toy with a button on his shirt beneath his opened jacket. "Remember , ... 
the view we talked about?" She had looked up into his eyes, her own dark, 
almond-shaped orbs sparkling in the manner of two precious gems as they 
searched him. "Now, we can't go there ... to the hill, I mean ... because of 
the snow. So ... so I thought maybe you'd like to come here this afternoon 
and ... and look at it...?" 

She had pressed with a continuous gentle movement toward him, until he could 
define the warmth of her firm young body contours crowding hotly against 
his. Her enchanting, full and erect breasts pressured into his chest, the 
slight, soft bowl of her belly compressing his loins, while her pelvis and 
thighs began a barely perceptible undulation, causing his cock to give a 
wild start. 

He'd gaped down at her, his breath hitching for a second in his throat at 
the erotic sensation the feel of her voluptuous, warm body sent charging 
through him, his mental capacities at wisdom attempting frantically to 
overpower the licentious desire her seductive actions had immediately set 
off. And Jesus Christ, she hadn't been about to waste words! She'd slid her 
arms up and around his neck while he'd just stood there like some kind of 
moral ass wrestling with scruples. But then, she'd ground against him 
eagerly, and raised her face to kiss him with open lips. 

That had done it! A jolt of electricity couldn't have been more effective in 
shattering his inner monitor. He'd drawn her to him possessively and his 
lips had slammed moistly down on hers, sucking those lush petals into his 
mouth, then crushing them back against her teeth. He'd held the kiss long 
and hard, feeling the spasmodic jerk of his rod where his loins pressed into 
the yielding flesh of her belly. 

Still, he'd desperately tried to hold back the overwhelming surge of lust 
that was filling him, but rationality was feeble against the aggressive 
weapon of her sensuous, young body. Christ, he had to keep his head! This 
was suicide...! Then, he'd tasted her tiny warm tongue sliding into his 
mouth as one of her hands found his and pressed it inside her robe to the 
naked, vibrant flesh of her firm and full, quivering breast, her act 
stripping him of any remaining sensible reasoning he might have had. 

Automatically, he'd clutched the creamy, smooth mound within his 
strong-fingered hand, feeling the hardened little nipple burrowing into its 
palm as he kneaded and caressed the resilient globe of warm satiny 
loveliness, rolling the distended nipple between his fingers, his tongue 
darting into her mouth exploringly while she mewled and sucked on it 
passionately, her near-spontaneous abandon destroying his last trace of 
willpower. 

Finally, he'd raised his head and gasped down at her: "Damn ... let's get to 
a bed...!" 

Her breath was hot and like a sweet nectar in his face as she panted up at 
him, a tender little smile of understanding on her face. "Oh Darling, 
Darling ... I wish we could," she'd whispered, "But we can't ... My Mom ... 
she's due home any minute...." 

"W-What the hell!" he'd blurted in his frustration. 

"Later, Darling ... this afternoon, around three-thirty ... I'll be all 
alone...." 

And Leslie would be gone to Syracuse! "Th--This afternoon...?" he'd managed, 
his voice hoarse, nearly choking him. 

"Please...? Will you come back then ... and make beautiful love to me...?" 
she had pleaded, and he remembered that the great dog at her side had begun 
to whimper then and rub against her, while he, Mike Sayer, swallowed 
tightly. Christ, she had reached down between their bodies and was suddenly 
stroking his rod inside his pants! 

"This ... this afternoon?" he'd gasped. 

"Three ... three-thirty. What the hell ... I'll blow my mind before 
then...!" 

"Oh ... Oh Mike," she whispered, burying her face against his chest, her 
small hand continuing to caress and squeeze his aching penis gently. "Don't 
hate me ... please don't hate me, Darling? Promise ... promise...!" 

"H-Hate you? Hell no!" he'd grunted, trying at a manly grin, hardly knowing 
what he was saying, his initial purpose completely obliterated from mind. 
"How could anyone ever hate such a luscious creature...? Damn ... I'll be 
back, Baby ... three-thirty...." 

"Oh Darling," she whimpered, her hand ever massaging his jerking prick, her 
whispering voice quivering with emotion. "It ... it feels so nice and hard 
... and beautiful ... I ... I'm going to suck it for you first ... if you'll 
let me...?" 

"Jesus Christ! You beautiful little minx!" he'd rasped, crushing her to him 
and kissing her savagely once more, the feel of her enrapturing body against 
him as she stroked his cock, driving all sense of balance from his 
lust-incited brain. "I ought to pull you down and fuck you silly right here 
on the floor!" 

"Oh, my sweet, I wish we could! I want you so bad right now ... but we 
can't," she moaned. "My darling, lover ... just ... just please don't hate 
me ... only promise you'll come back ... and fuck me?" 

The lewd word falling from her delicious lips was like adding fuel to a 
roaring fire. Godamn! He knew that if he hadn't gotten out of there right at 
that moment, he wouldn't have been responsible for what he might've done 
next ... and he'd forced her from him, swung around and hair-stumbled from 
the house.... 

Now, he was about to walk onto the same stage ... like some sort of 
continued serial, he thought, his excited rod jumping about in a 
half-swollen state at the mere reflection of their earlier episode, except 
that he'd had some time to think and come to his senses. 

No matter what, he'd decided, he had to keep control of the situation. He 
was there for a purpose, and one purpose only ... to find out what she knew 
about Shelly. God, he had to keep that in mind! And he loved his Leslie! He 
mustn't forget that for one second! He loved her with all his heart! It 
wasn't going to be easy, but he could do it! Go as far as he had to in 
finding out what he wanted to know ... then, getting out of there! That was 
the plan ... mustn't forget it! 

Christ, Sayer! The girl is jailbait ... just keep telling yourself that! And 
you're on probation! One stupid move with a bastard like Regher, and the 
world could forget you ever lived! All right ... all right! Think about how 
much you love your Leslie! Now ... ring that little doorbell...! 

* * * 

Nadine watched him walk up the drive toward the main house. My God, he was 
handsome! She stood unmoving at the window, watching his tall, blond form 
come up the path he had plowed earlier, a tiny erotic chill rippling through 
her at the nonchalant, athletic manner in which he carried himself. God, she 
wondered if Leslie Sayer realized now loose she was? She probably wouldn't 
think so if she could see him now, and know why he was walking toward her 
door ... but then, she would be wrong, wouldn't she? She, Nadine Sheldon, 
had seduced him into this horribly beautiful little escapade, and even if 
Vic Regher hadn't been hiding strategically in the closet of her bedroom at 
that very moment, she would have eventually done the same thing. She wanted 
Mike Sayer to be the first man to ever take her. 

Sir Launcelot barked behind his locked door at the rear of the house, its 
powerful sound coming to her over the taped background music she had chosen. 
She hated to lock her darling up, but Regher had insisted. The dog had 
frightened him obviously, and had she not given a damn for consequences, she 
might have let her beloved Lonny rip him into tiny pieces. God knows, he 
would have at her slightest command ... and had, at least, turned off the 
ugly man's lust while they waited. 

She shook her head, making an extra effort to restrain the tears trying to 
force themselves from her eyes. There was little doubt in her whirling mind 
that if it were not for the pot she'd smoked, she could never cope with what 
she was about to do. Regher had even suggested it, and she hadn't needed a 
second prodding. 

"It'll help you put it over, kid," the ugly faced one had said, drinking 
from Jamey Halo's stock. "And I don't want any foul-ups, understand? Unless, 
of course, you don't mind doing a little time...." 

"I understand! How many times do I have to tell you? I understand what you 
want! Now 

... why don't you leave me alone?" she'd half screamed at him. 

He'd laughed, sitting in Jamey's own chair and drinking his liquor. "Sure, 
kid," he'd said. "Just don't screw up, eh? Now ... put that godamned dog 
someplace where he won't be in the way." 

She had, of course, and now she could hear her darling barking at her. It 
bothered her, because he could never understand, when she locked him away. 
They were inseparable ... but, of course, it went beyond that. And now, as 
she watched Michael Sayer's approach, she couldn't help but compare him with 
her beautiful Sir Launcelot. After all, the splendid beast's organ was the 
only one of any male specie she had ever known to enter her vagina? It was 
logical, wasn't it? 

God, I'm high! Or, should I say, thank God I'm high! 

Again, she shook her head as if to make room for reality. He was directly in 
front of her window now. In a moment the doorbell would ring, then...? 
Then...? How would it be? 

You're a filthy little self-preservationist bitch, Nadine! You are! At 
least, recognized that ... But you want him, don't you? Oh ... oh, God yes, 
you really really do...! 

The chimes rang! Slowly, she began to unbutton her robe, then, she discarded 
it, tossing it over a chair as she walked toward the door completely naked. 
Was there any reason to taunt him or herself? Dear God she wanted to get it 
over with ... but hoped it would be beautiful in passing. 

Mike Sayer gaped at her. He gulped and the sound carried into the room. He 
might've believed a negligee, or some other provocative garb ... but naked? 
Christ almighty! 

The empress' new gown! he thought childishly.- 

"Look," he managed, "I think you've got this all wrong...." 

"Oh Mike!" Nadine gasped, throwing herself, at him, wrapping her arms around 
his neck and clinging there. "Please ... my God, please? Don't say anything 
... just make love to me!" He clung to her. It was impossible to do 
otherwise, and with the touch of his hands against her velvety flesh, his 
brain fell into an immediate turmoil. 

He held her tight to him and kissed her lips, letting his tongue play 
subconsciously with their open, moist loveliness. His mind reeled. He had to 
keep hold of himself! There were questions ..! He loved Leslie! Christ in 
heaven! His big hands traversed down her back, over the slender wonder of 
her young, entrancing waist to the magnificent fullness of her buttocks. He 
felt his hand smooth over them, then, grasp and clasp their full, smooth 
roundness tightly, drawing her hungrily against him. "Oh shit!" he rasped 
aloud. 

"Love me, Darling! Love me!" she whimpered. "Please? I'll go mad!" 

"Damn!" he blurted. "Listen to me ... this is crazy ... we can't ... for 
Christ's sake ... you're just a kid...!" 

"I want you to fuck me! Now, Mike, now! I want it!" 

"You don't know what the hell you're saying...!" he stammered, lifting her 
into his arms, his brain fumbling for all the questions he wanted to ask 
her. Now was the time! Now! But he couldn't think of a one! He scooped her 
up in her nude loveliness, his eyes feeding hungrily on her delicious naked 
body as he stumbled through the living room, holding her tight to him while 
she buried her face in his neck, and every second-thought he had so 
carefully nourished fluttered crazily from his mixed-up brain. 

"God, Les ... you've got to understand! I love you, damnit! I can't help 
it!" he blubbered mentally. "You've got to understand!" 

"Oh, Mike, Mike, hurry!" Nadine whimpered as he lowered her onto the bed. 
"Hurry ... hold me close, and make love to me!" 

Spasms of wild excitement coursed crazily over the nerve ends of his 
emotion-choked body. What the hell, he thought, this was no more true than 
life itself ... either that, or he was losing all sense of reality! She 
raised her face to him, he kissed her as if she belonged to him, running his 
lips over her face hungrily. She squirmed in his arms, lengthening her body 
until she was stretched out straight against him. She smiled lovingly into 
his face and her hands moved down to lock at the small of his back as his 
lips covered hers and her tongue slithered into his mouth while he felt the 
growing weight at his loins. 

Desperately, even as he kissed her, his mind fought a losing battle against 
his aroused desire. His upper hand trailed down over the smooth warm flesh 
from her breast to the slight delineation of her youthful ribs, and over the 
curved swell of her hips to the full sphere of her buttocks, stroking the 
one, then the deep velvety cleft that divided them, cupping a portion of 
each as he pressed into them to draw her soft belly snug against his 
throbbing hardness. He held her tight to him, kissing her and sensed her 
warm, trembling body begin uncontrollable little fervent motions that ground 
her pelvis against his enclosed prick until it was jerking frantically. 

"Godamned!" he gasped aloud. "You know what you're doing? I'm going to fuck 
you! You know that, don't you?" 

"Oh ... Oh ... , Oh my love ... my darling! Yes ... yes! Please ... I want 
you to, Mike. I want you to, so badly!" 

And then, she was writhing to free herself; she sat partially up and was 
working at the front of his trousers. He raised to watch her, his eyes 
fastening on the dark, silken pubic hair covering the erotic swelling 
between her full, creamy white thighs, and he smoothed his hand down over 
her belly to the soft silk and with a tiny moan, she opened to him, letting 
his finger trace downward over the tight pink slit separating the sensitive 
flanges of her already, moistened cunt lips. 

Mike felt her hands move inside the front of his pants and beyond the cotton 
of his shorts to grasp the long thick rod of his desire-incited cock, and he 
grunted aloud as her fingers encircled it to bring it out in the open with 
them. He heard her tiny quickening of breath as she clutched it and saw her 
eyes widen excitedly when they locked on the husky male organ exposed 
between them. 

Affectionately, she began to stroke it, drawing the heavy foreskin back to 
reveal the almost purplish, swollen head. Again, he gasped, while she 
maneuvered him onto his back, his elbows supporting him as she spread his 
legs and climbed between them. He watched spellbound as she knelt in 
breathtaking nakedness there, tugging at the belt of his trousers until his 
genitals were entirely exposed to her ... and then he realized what she was 
going to do. 

"Oh Mike ... it's beautiful!" she whispered in admiration. "So ... so big 
and hard! And ... and I'm going to do what I promised...!" 

Wildly, Mike's brain reeled, thoughts of Leslie trying to force themselves 
to the forefront, but he fought them. "L-Look ... you don't have to ... to 
do that!" he half choked, groaning once more as her small, long-fingered 
hand encircled his hard shaft of flesh, and he saw the tiny drops of 
lubricating fluid oozing from its tip in his building lust. 

"I want to!" she gasped. "Just ... just don't say anything...!" 

So, he watched entranced as her white, soft hand continued to massage and 
stroke it, drawing the thick outer-layer of skin back and forth deftly, up 
and down and up and down ... until, all of a sudden, she lowered her face 
over it, her small pink tongue darting out to lick away the moisture at its 
seeping split, and he gasped, reaching forward for both her dull, lush 
breasts, cradling them in his hands and feeling their hard pulsing nipples 
searing the flesh of his palms, while slowly she lowered her head and her 
soft wet lips ovaled, warmly slipping down over his throbbing cock. 

Mike stared in fascinated awe as Nadine absorbed the lurching rod deep 
inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, her tongue lashing and working 
lovingly against its thick-veined, hard flesh, and then she raised her head, 
her ovaled lips sucking their way to its tip, and he felt the unbelievable, 
swirling motions of her tantalizing tongue until finally its point taunted 
the small orifice at its end. 

Christ ... only once before in his life had he been sucked ... and that time 
by a professional whore when he was in college, but it had never been like 
this! Damn, it was the ultimate in sensation ... the godamned, 
mind-shattering ultimate! If only Leslie would ... but that was about as 
ridiculous of thought as any he'd ever entertained. The word perversion 
alone was enough to freeze her up! Oh God, Les ... darling ... it's driving 
me out of my skull! Damn, he had to shed his clothes and get at her! 

"Wait!" he croaked, pressing her back and struggling to his feet, pulling at 
his things simultaneously. Slowly, Nadine stretched out on her back, 
watching him with passion-glazed eyes as he rid himself of everything with 
trembling hands, then he was on the bed, half on top and half beside her, 
his hot, hungry mouth all over her beautiful young face, at last, sucking at 
her lips, his tongue finally sinking deeply into her mouth while his hands 
caressed her full, palpitating breasts and explored her body excitedly. 

"Oh Mike, Mike ... my darling ... don't ever stop," she moaned and he shot 
his tongue between her lips once more while she sucked hungrily on it, 
nibbling with sharp little nips of her white teeth, causing chills to dance 
the length of his spine. She moved her thigh up against his crotch and his 
cock jerked in its painfully growing hardness. He could feel the moisture 
from its seminal fluid seeping from the glans of its rock-hard tip. 

"I ... I could've sucked it all day if you had let me," she whispered. "It's 
such a beautiful cock, Mike darling...." 

Just the thought of her sweet, lovely young mouth uttering such lewd words 
with affectionate meaning, let alone the actual things she was saying, was 
driving him into a near uncontrollable frenzy of salacious lust. Hell, he 
was losing all sense of perspective ... there was no question about that. He 
was gone ... gone! Then, the sudden thought of other men, or boys, fondling 
her soft, young body, shoving their filthy pricks into her tender cunt, or 
maybe into her mouth like he just had, caused an almost violent wave of 
jealousy to sweep over him, at the same time making his cock a hot, aching 
pulsation that pumped against her thigh until she knew she must sense its 
seething heat like a shaft of cauterizing steel. 

Angrily, he slid his body up over her, laying his weight heavy upon her and 
she played her fingers through his blond hair. With both hands she drew his 
face down to her and kissed him, slithering her tongue up into his mouth as 
he moved his own hands downward, clutching and cupping at the smoothness of 
her rounded buttocks. She wrapped her arms around him, crushing him tight 
into her, then ran her fingers exploringly over his lean flesh, searching 
greedily into the secret concaves and crevices of him. Now, his cock and 
balls nestled at the juncture point of her cream-white thighs and crotch, a 
portion of its shaft almost insinuated inside the split of her pink cunt, 
its head resting in the silkiness of the soft pubic hair covering the puffy 
mound of her pelvis. 

"Darling ... ," she whispered, "would you believe that you'll be the first 
man ever to do this to me?" 

Mike lifted his head to better see her. "Wh--What the hell are you saying? 
That you're a virgin...?" 

Her lovely, wet lips parted in a smile. "Both yes and no, Darling," she 
said. "But I swear ... no man or boy has ever done this to me . . 

Mike shook his head in confusion. "I-I don't get it ... the way you started 
to ... to suck it ... Hell, Nadine, you've sucked a cock before...." 

"I-I didn't say that I hadn't," she replied softly, looking deep into his 
eyes. "I said that you will be the first man ever to ... to fuck me ... and 
that's the God's truth, Darling...." He shook his head, not knowing whether 
to believe her or not, and not really giving a damn, as she began to squirm 
beneath him, moving herself upward against the satin of the coverlet until 
she was satisfied that the inflated head of his prick lay pressed against 
the throbbing bud of her clitoris, then, she lifted herself and him while 
she moved her hands beneath her buttocks and from either side, spread her 
soft, hair-lined vaginal lips open until his cock lay securely embedded 
within the moist pink flanges of her cuntal flesh. Then, she lowered herself 
with a sigh, his throbbing prick snugly captured in the full length of her 
tight, spread slit. 

Mike's mental capacities spun with the erotic elation of her lewd act. Once 
again, his subconscious tried to project thought waves of righteousness, as 
well as his primary purpose for being there to his immediate controlling 
facilities, but those same lust-incited wits spurned them, forcing them back 
into that temporarily sealed-off closet in the back of his mind. Instead, 
his hands smoothed over the soft curves of her voluptuously naked body, 
while she began a slow, rhythmic undulation and he felt the muscles and 
cords underneath the satin-like skin ripple lightly, indicating an 
unexpected strength. He thought of the hardness of his prick sinking into 
her receptive loins and he could almost feel the power of her lovely young 
legs wrapped around and gripping at his back. 

Nadine purred cat-like and crushed her moist lips upward against his own, 
squirming her flat little belly tight up to him, her long nails raking the 
flesh of his back as he worked his hands beneath her to cup the fullness of 
her delicate ass-cheeks, drawing her naked vaginal plane up tighter to him. 
He tasted the delicious sweetness of her ecstasy-heated mouth as he moved up 
and down slowly, the insinuated full length of his shaft massaging her tight 
and youthful, if, wide-spread cuntal slit, now growing more damp with each 
passing second, and he sensed her rounded, eager buttocks begin a more 
frenzied circling motion up against his aching loins, until at last, her 
legs flailed out on either side of him, her calves forcing themselves 
against the backs of his thighs in her effort to pull him tighter into her. 

"Oh ... Oh, Mike darling, I can't stand to wait any longer! Do it now! 
Please, my darling ... do it!" she whimpered against his lips, her hot sweet 
breath like honey to him, and her hand slipped down between them to gently 
grasp his throbbing cock and guide it between the fleshy, hair-lined lips of 
her moist, hungry cunt. 

Mike gasped loud at the touch of her fingers, even while something in the 
sealed-off portion of his brain tried to telegraph its warning that this was 
it! This was that moment of adultery ... of statutory rape ... of insanity! 
Again, he fought the tormenting, warning thoughts until they fell back away 
from him, and as she drew the head of his long, thick shaft upward, then 
downward to part the entwining, silken hairs ... finally placing it at the 
small opening of her vagina, he flicked his hips with a decisive movement 
that sent his pulsating cock into the clutching, hot receptive channel of 
her hungering pussy with a fleshy resounding smack, ending all possibilities 
of moral reasoning. It was done! And there was nothing left but the 
sensation of his heavy cock buried deep inside the velvety confines of her 
moist, grasping young cunt ... nothing beyond the enrapturing pleasure of 
this beautiful girl who wanted him as badly as he wanted her. 

"Oooooohhhhh!" she moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure under him, the 
amazing tightness of her lubricated passage encasing his needing, rock-hard 
flesh with a natural muscle control that raised another gasp of delight from 
deep in his chest. "Ohhhh ... Mike ... it's so big ... so big! My ... my 
God! Oooohhhhh!" 

He thrust excitedly from the beginning, plunging his long, frustrated cock 
up into her warm and tight cunt with unnecessary force, ramming and 
pounding, the flow of her secretions coating and easing the way with every 
driving lunge, until at last the swollen, lust-bloated head of his heavy 
prick struck bottom and his charged balls crashed hard against the smooth 
rounded cheeks of her widespread ass. 

Nadine whined with the pain-pleasure, writhing in a moment of brief agony 
beneath his assault as the rubbery head of his cock rammed and pummeled the 
depths of her soft, yielding belly, but her whimpers of torment only seemed 
to incite his passion more and he drove harder, grinding his strong pelvis 
solidly into her soft, young loins, flexing the turgid cock-head at the apex 
of his thrust to raise a further groan of masochistically desired pain from 
her, while he paused momentarily to allow his own ache from the vicious 
entry to subside. 

Virgin hell! he thought, listening to the mewling sounds of servitude 
dribbling from her lips as she lay beneath him, completely subjugated to his 
meagerist whim, entirely impaled by his lust-heavy cock probing the warm 
liquid depths of her youthful womb. Someone or something had been in there 
before him, the lying little bitch, and with a rod that had opened her up 
well, he mused; then, came a feeling of sadistic anger that caused him to 
tormentingly flick the inflated head again and again, raising more guttural 
moans from between her erotically gritted teeth. 

"Oh ... Oh God, my darling ... I never knew it could be ... so beautiful! Oh 
Mike, Mike ... please forgive me ... my God! I love you! I love your cock! 
Oh ... oh ... if it was only mine to suck and fuck whenever I wanted to...! 
It feels so good in my cunt ... I-I love it! Oh ... do more, Darling ... 
more! Love me hard! Put-Put your finger in my asshole! Please, Darling, yes 
... yesss, hurt me ... ooohhhhhh!" she wailed, begging in the throes of her 
sudden ecstatic coma. 

Whatever in hell he was supposed to forgive her for, Mike couldn't imagine 
and cared less, for her pleas had set off a wild current of new sensation 
inside him, instigating a tremor of salacious lust that surged furiously to 
his cock, his brain, and his groping hands. He reached in under and found 
the widespread crevice between her smooth rounded buttocks, while he pounded 
his unceasing cock into the soft dampness of her young, seething cunt. He 
sought her hairless little anus with his middle finger, trailing along the 
velvety smoothness of the undulating furrow, finding it without difficulty, 
and finding it moist from a thin rivulet of warm seepage that had trickled 
down from where his prick pleasurably raced into her. 

She shivered ecstatically as he taunted the puckered little hole, 
lubricating the tiny mouth with the balled pad of his middle finger before 
teasing and probing it with the very tip. He felt her quivering buttocks 
press forward against the stiffened digit, and uncontrollably, he shoved 
hard into it, surprised at its resistance, for this was a new adventure to 
him. A child will lead them, he mused, as abruptly, he felt it pop, its 
elastic-like ring of rubbery flesh seeming to open as might a clam-mouth, 
absorbing with a slight sucking motion his finger inside to the first 
knuckle joint. She jerked beneath him, almost as if trying to evade the 
sudden intrusion. 

"Oh Mike, darling ... tell me that you love me!" Nadine gasped. "I-I know 
you won't mean it ... but please, say it, Darling ... please?" 

"I-I love you, Baby!" he choked. "Christ, yes...!" 

"Say it again!" 

"I love you ... you little vixen! Damn, I love your luscious ass ... your 
beautiful tits ... your hungry, tight cunt...!" 

"And they all love you, my darling ... ," Nadine whimpered. "Oh God, please 
forgive me? Please ... please?" 

She was losing her wits, he thought, and he, himself, was about to flip in 
his own building rapture. He'd had a few girls in his life besides Leslie, 
but he had never seen or heard, even dreamed of anything like this little 
wildcat in his entire life. Shit, she was coming unglued, and so was he! 

He thrust and thrust, gradually increasing the stroke of his cock pistoning 
into the warm moist channel of her youthful, clasping cunt, while 
simultaneously he felt the smooth rubbery walls of her rectum sucking the 
length of his long probing finger to the palm of his hand, its possession of 
her asshole causing her to whimper aloud with the wanted, masochistic 
pleasure-pain that had unquestionably seized control of her naked seething 
flesh. 

She skewered her ass down onto his distended finger that was searching, 
plunging, encircling the elastic depths of her back channel, seeming to 
revel on its unnatural presence as he rotated it wildly inside the soft, 
fleshy cavern of her rectum, while at the same time he could feel the in and 
out rampages of his heavy prick through the thin wall dividing the two 
entrances of her cunt and rectal channels, feel his cock with his exploring, 
pummeling finger, and his finger against the sensitiveness of his aching 
prick. Shit! It was too much! He was going to blow his cool if he didn't cum 
soon! 

* * * 

Vic Regher's heavy rod of flesh had danced inside his pants with all the 
incited lust a practicing voyeur can know. At his feet in the darkened 
closet, the tape-recorder took word pictures, while the camera in his hand 
clicked continuously, its brain of infra-red film registering each and every 
obscene progression of the adulterous act taking place on the bed not ten 
feet away from him. 

Once, way back when she'd begun to suck Sayer's prick, he'd been tempted to 
unleash his throbbing organ, milk it somewhat and let his own loins blow 
their release, but he'd held back, not wanting to miss a single second of 
this show ... Christ, the little bitch! She was laying it on beautifully! He 
had Sayer right now so fucking tied up with the pictures and sound he'd 
gotten that the punk would be eating bread and water for the rest of his 
life. 

Then, he'd found a pair of her panties on the floor of the closet, snatched 
them up and held them to his nose. They were sheer bikini things, no more 
than a wisp of diaphanous material, but the blend of perfume mixed with the 
tangy aroma of her cunt was too much. He stood at the cracked open door 
watching their wild and lewd performance while he inhaled deep at the crotch 
of her tiny nylon panties and his lust ran rampant, until finally he had 
unzipped his fly and now his cock hung long and heavy outside his trousers. 
Occasionally, he would stroke it, not vigorously, for he had other plans 
once Sayer had left. 

He grinned evilly to himself as he watched his mark endeavoring to establish 
a combination rhythm of finger and cock, until he was fucking into her 
furiously in unison while she groaned incessantly beneath him. He was 
plunging into her with insane force, lengthening his stroke as well as 
quickening it, drawing his thick young prick nearly out of the tight, wet, 
pink sheath of her youthful pussy that he could see perfectly, then 
thrusting into her upraised crotch until his balls slapped hard against his 
own hand where his finger was gouging into her asshole. 

Vic Regher smothered his nose and mouth with the flimsy material of Nadine's 
tiny panties while his free hand stroked his brutally enlarged prick, his 
dull grey eyes like two inflamed balls of incited lust as he watched the 
soft, hair-lined flesh of her tender young cunt cling to Sayer's throbbing 
rod with every outstroke, then disappear as he plunged deeply back into the 
little girl's tightly clinging pussy. 

Again, he sniffed deep of the erotic panties in his hand. He stroked his 
massive member, then grinned to himself. He thought: Enjoy yourself, Sayer! 
It's going to be a long fucking time before you do again! And in the 
meantime, I'm going to introduce myself into that marvelous cunt of your 
wife! Yeah ... how about that? I'm going to smell it and eat it, just as 
she's going to lick and suck my cock before I fuck her silly! Enjoy 
yourself, you crumb bastard! Because when I get through with you, you'll 
wish you'd never seen the light of day! 

He held the sheer panties tightly to his nose and mouth and watched, 
contented with the thought that Nadine Sheldon would suck him dry before he 
left the estate that day. 

* * * 

Mike had endeavored to establish a harmonious driving cadence of finger and 
prick, until he was fucking into her furiously in unison while she groaned 
uncontrollably beneath him. She spread her trembling white legs to the 
fullest in order to give him the greatest access to this delicious 
ravishment of her genitals, and suddenly, Mike felt his shaft expanding more 
and more, growing inside her to the point where he was certain it would 
erupt wildly like a volcano from the blunt, needling pain-pleasure building 
within his already bloated balls smacking viciously between her smooth 
buttocks, and against his own probing finger buried to the secret depths of 
her youthful anal passage. 

Shit, he was lost now, anyway! How could he ever face his Leslie? Would he 
tell her that he loved her? But ... but he did! Damnit, to hell, he did! Oh 
... Oh Christ! He couldn't last much longer! Dear God, the little bitch was 
a maniac ... maybe a nymphomaniac! Damn ... she better be getting ready! He 
was only human! Hell ... he didn't want to let her down ... but ... but his 
cock was ready to rip apart with his approaching orgasm! Hell, he couldn't 
hold it back ... didn't want to ... not any longer, once it tripped! And he 
had to let go soon or lose his mind for godamned sure! Christ ... Christ, 
yesss! 

He began to hammer into her with longer, harder thrusts, while his finger 
punished her widespread rectum mercilessly. She gripped him tight over his 
back with her-thighs and he hoped dazedly that she was getting ready to cum! 
He couldn't last another minute without blowing his mind! 

Oh ... Oh Christ! 

Then, he heard her begin to moan and whine like an animal, guttural little 
sounds that were coming from deep in her throat and he felt her strong 
working thighs opening and closing around him as she shoved upwards onto his 
cock and backward onto his finger to the tempo of the savage, wanton 
ravaging of her loins. 

"Oooohhhh ... Mike, Mike, darling! Harder, my precious! Fuck it harder! Make 
me know it, my love! Fuck hard ... haaaarrrrddddd!" she coughed, then wildly 
spewed a barrage of foul, obscene words as she drove her heels high into the 
flesh of his back. Abruptly, she pulled back legs and lifted them higher 
over his shoulders, presenting him with the full, widespread plain of her 
upraised cunt. Her eyes, like her teeth, were locked tightly together, while 
her face twisted and strained as her orgasm came onto her. 

"Oh ... Ooohh ... Oooohhhh, Mike ... I'm going to cum! Fuck! Fuck! Ooooohhh, 
my lover, fuck it ... fuck it good! Fill me, Darling! Hard ... 
hhhhaaaarrrdddd! Oh, fuck, cunt! I-I-I'm cuuummmiinngggg...!" she babbled in 
a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing out and behind his driving 
buttocks, pulling him in a near-demented frenzy deeper and deeper between 
her widespread legs. 

Mike jerked his finger from her contracting asshole and felt her cunt walls 
open like a myriad of tiny wells, emitting a flood of warm, gushing 
secretion to bathe his frantically pummeling cock. He rammed harder, faster, 
burrowing deep, deep into the hot liquid depths of her convulsing, spewing 
cunt, and the juice seeped wetly out around his still battering prick, 
flowing down the crevice of her lovely white ass to flood his balls as they 
slapped rhythmically against her twitching anus. 

"Oh God ... Oh God ... don't stop! Don't ever ever stop, my darling!" Nadine 
chanted, twisting and writhing beneath him, spurring him on to force her 
straining legs farther and farther back over her head, while he fucked into 
her like a mad man. 

Her ecstasy drove him, peaking his own lust as he continued to hammer into 
her, feeling her velvety cunt-walls secreting their warm gushes of viscid 
fluid around his plundering cock, coating his shaft and testicles ... and as 
she jerked and lurched beneath him, spasming wildly, the mouth and lips of 
her cunt sucking at him feverishly, her breath laboring in short deep gasps, 
he sensed his own hot, thick sperm race the length of his prick in 
stimulating rapture, racking his lean frame as it spurted from the top of 
his cock far up into her soft quivering belly. His rod convulsed and gushed 
in what seemed never-ending delight inside her and she ground her 
pleasure-filled young crotch up tight against its buried depths. 

"Oh ... oh ... keep going, Darling! Fill me! Fill me!" Nadine moaned, her 
lovely white thighs quaking, her belly trembling with the unleashed pool of 
liquid heat he was emptying into her. 

Then, as' the apex of his climax was passing and he continued to fuck into 
her, a foreign sound reached him, but he was too lost in the erotic bliss of 
the moment for it to fully register, until he heard a voice behind him. 

"You sonofabitch, Sayer, I've got you cold, now!" 

"What the...!" Mike blurted, struggling to climb from between her legs and 
stagger to his feet. 

The big man's ugly face momentarily swam before him and he gaped in 
stupefying disbelief at the twisted leer it held, at the same time noting 
the pair of handcuffs Regher's one good hand was producing from a back, 
trouser pocket. 

"Just don't try anything, punk," he ordered gutturally. "I wouldn't want to 
hang resisting arrest on top of statutory rape...." 

"M-My God, what are you doing?" Nadine questioned, half raising to a sitting 
position in the bed, her legs still spread obscenely, the thick, white fluid 
oozing from her swollen pink cuntlips as if it had been spilled from a cup. 
"You didn't say . . 

"Shut up!" Vic Regher snapped at her. "Hold out your wrists, Sayer. You and 
I have an appointment downtown." 

While the big man's deformed face retained its expression of malicious 
significance, Mike Sayer's brain made some swift calculations. Number one: 
he'd been setup! Number two: Nadine had to be a part of it! Number three: If 
he went willingly with this sadist bastard, he was lost! Number four: the 
ugly sonofabitch's nuts were vulnerable as he stood there spread-legged 
before him, waiting to slap the cuffs onto his wrists.... 

So, he kicked! And it was a well-placed kick, Mike thought, feeling the 
instep of his naked foot smash into the bigger man's testicles! 

Regher bellowed with both the pain and the shock of the sudden, unexpected 
attack. He doubled forward automatically and Mike brought his fist upward in 
a furious arch that caught the probation officer flush on the chin. His 
gaunt, heavy frame seemed to collapse and he fell backwards, sprawling 
immobile on the floor. 

"Oh God ... Oh God, Mike! What've you done?" Nadine cried, getting to her 
knees on the bed. 

"You dirty little bitch! You set me up!" Mike snarled, taking one step 
toward her and drawing back his hand. But he held himself. There wasn't time 
to vent his wrath on her. He had to get out of there! "Damn you! I hope 
you're satisfied . . 

"Mike ... oh, Mike, believe me! I couldn't help it!" Nadine said, holding 
her hands out to him. "He made me, Darling...." 

"You filthy little bitch...!" Mike hissed between clenched teeth, wanting to 
slap her silly; instead, he swung away and began to dress, jerking his 
clothes on frantically. 

"Mike ... Darling ... where will you go?" Nadine asked, standing now, the 
tears dribbling down her beautiful face matching the rivulets of white, 
viscid liquid drenching her full, round inner thighs in tiny streams. "Oh 
... Oh God, Mike, I didn't mean it to be this way...." Mike didn't answer 
her. There was little to be said; he'd been suckered! He jammed his feet 
into his shoes, picked up his jacket and ran toward the front of the house. 

Oh God, Les, my darling, can you ever forgive me? he thought, stumbling down 
the drive toward the Chevy. 

 CHAPTER 7 

Leslie Sayer was both upset and confused when Mike didn't meet her at the 
depot on her return from Syracuse. She had so looked forward to it, too, 
inasmuch as her trip had been a successful one, plus the fact that she had 
been thinking of him all day in a rather erotic manner, at least for her, 
and all of that following the night before the near miss. In blushing truth, 
she'd been nourishing fond hopes of something ... say, something a bit wild 
in their lovemaking this night ... something that she would do and he would 
never forget. All of the way home to the clickity-clack of the iron rails 
she had thought about it, until she'd worked herself up into a state of 
near-wantonness that caused little waves of excitement to ripple through her 
anticipatingly. 

It was snowing again and she stepped from the train and saw that he was not 
there. She walked around in front of the small station and saw nothing but 
the taxis. A sudden heaviness lumped into her belly. God, she thought, he 
wouldn't have gone out drinking ... would he? 

She waited a few more minutes, then went inside to call the bungalow. No 
answer. She went back outside to stand idly and watch the snow slowly coat 
the pavement in white. 

"Taxi, Ma'am?" one of the cabbies asked her. 

She hesitated, forced a smile, then climbed into the warm vehicle, a solid 
little ball plaguing her throat. Damn him! She hoped he drank himself to 
death. 

* * * 

Mike Sayer paced the floor of the tiny cabin. He'd driven all the way to 
Osaga, thirty miles east of Parksburg, a summer-resort town where no one 
ever went in January. The owner had told him he wasn't officially open, but 
that he was doing some work on his cabins and Mike could stay for a day or 
two, as long as he was going to be there. A tiny oil-stove gave off a 
smattering of heat, and the shed-shaped units were anything but winter 
proof. Mike had yet to remove his jacket and the bed reminded him of a slab 
in a morgue. 

A morgue? That almost fit him perfectly, didn't it? Christ, he wasn't 
anymore than a half-dozen steps out of one. That bastard, Regher, was going 
to turn all hell loose on him. But why? What had he ever done to him? Yet, 
the man had tried to frame him! It was crazy ... but true! And Nadine had to 
be a part of it! Christ, that was crazier! Why should she help that sadistic 
sonofa ... unless, he had something on her ... and was forcing her to entrap 
him...! Hell, that was foolish! It just didn't make sense! There was no 
reasoning behind any of it! 

He shook his head, clapped his hands together, for warmth, and continued to 
pace the floor. God, what was his Leslie thinking right at that moment? His 
beautiful Leslie ... that he'd knowingly two-timed that very afternoon! 
Think about that, Sayer! You adulterous bastard! Yeah ... knowingly, 
wittingly, completely! Walked right into the lovely spider's web ... and 
bound yourself hand and foot! What now, big man? Disappear, maybe? Let the 
law chase you for the rest of your life? You're a violator of your probation 
now ... probation for a crime you never committed ... Jesus Christ! Les 
Miserables had nothing on you! Statutory rape! Isn't that beautiful? Les 
will love that, especially seeing the victim was Nadine Sheldon.... 

Victim? Hell ... he was going to blow his head! This was all positively 
unbelievable. What a mark he'd been ... but why? Who was trying to prove 
what against him? Did ... did Shelly enter into this picture? What about 
Halo? Christ ... he couldn't just go down like this! He'd come too far ... 
too close to the truth. Was that the reason? Or was Regher simply one 
sadistic maniac who hated his guts? Maybe ... That could be it. The ugly 
gargoyle had looked at him as if he were garbage ever since the first day he 
had reported to his office. And Nadine ... hell, she'd been making a play 
since that first day, too. Let's face it, she was a nympho! Hell, no man 
could satisfy her; that luscious young cunt was a disposal can! But even so, 
he couldn't help but think that she'd been forced into doing what she had. 
And he'd been the perfect, ready mark. 

Damn, he was going to gamble; he'd call Leslie! Certainly, they couldn't 
have tapped his phone by this time. If ... If he could just let her know 
that he was all right ... that they were trying to frame him ... that he'd 
really done nothing ... except lay Nadine Sheldon. Oh Christ! How was he 
going to tell her that? How...? The ... the truth! That was how! Yeah, the 
whole damned truth! Just pour it all out to her with no excuses ... and hope 
to God she understood! 

All right! All right! Come on, Sayer. Let's go find the man who owns the 
house where the telephone is! It's time to talk to the girl you love! 

* * * 

Nadine hung up the telephone. So, her Mom wouldn't be home tonight. 
Ordinarily, she would have given deeper thought to that, tried to analyze 
the whole picture, but this night she was in no mood for even caring. 
Besides, she was well aware that her mother and Adam Kallen were having a 
thing. And she didn't blame her. Adam Kallen was a fine man; Jamey Halo was 
a slob. 

The whole point was, that she, Nadine Sheldon, didn't want to stay there 
alone that night. Dear God, all that had happened was too much ... and she'd 
played her part, hadn't she? She pressed her hands to her swollen, bruised 
cheeks where Vic Regher had battered her. There were marks on her breasts, 
stomach, thighs, and buttocks, too, she knew, but her robe covered them. He 
had been next to insane when she brought him to and he discovered that Mike 
had escaped. At first, she'd been certain he was going to kill her; however, 
he'd seemed to satisfy himself in his beating of her flesh. Then, he'd 
stormed out swearing that he'd get him ... and his lovely wife, too. She 
couldn't understand it. Dear God, how had she ever gotten involved this way? 
To think, that she had compromised Mike whom she wanted so badly ... God, he 
was beautiful, wasn't he? His magnificent prick! Just the thought of it was 
enough to set her off. She leaned down from the chair and scratched 
Launcelot's great head. For sure, she wasn't locking him away from her 
tonight. Damn, if anyone tried to get into the house she would order the dog 
to charge. 

Lonny looked up and licked at her knee. How beautiful he was, she thought. 
And of course, that was why her Mom didn't fear leaving her alone; she had 
Sir Launcelot. But damn, she wanted someone to talk to ... , someone she 
could confide in .'. . and there was only one person, she knew, Ann Trent. 
Ann would come; her father would drive her out ... Her father, Steven Trent, 
president of Parksburg Paper Mills ... he was handsome ... and he always 
smiled at her in a rather warm way ... Maybe ... someday ... maybe.... 

She dialed the phone, a tiny smile playing about her exotic lips. You're a 
bitch, Nadine Sheldon, she thought. You are truly a bitch! 

* * * 

"Tell me where you are!" Leslie demanded. 

"Baby, I can't do that!" Mike replied. "I can't even talk very long. Your 
phone may be tapped." 

"Our phone ... tapped? Oh, for heaven's sake, Mike . . 

"Listen to me! Damnit, Les, he's out to get me, don't you understand? I only 
have a minute. I just wanted you to know the truth ... from me, that's all . 
. 

"Well thanks a million! I don't know when I've felt so good about anything!" 
she half screamed into the mouthpiece. "After all, any young wife ought to 
be happy to hear that her husband was laying another girl...!" 

"Leslie! Leslie! Godamnit! Listen to me!" Mike screamed. "I'm not trying to 
make excuses ... I'm trying to be the one who tells you! Okay? I admit it! 
I'm a dirty bastard! Nevertheless, there's something else involved in this 
mess. Regher wanted me framed and Nadine helped him. I was a dupe...." 

"You were a hell of a lot more than that, Mike Sayer!" Leslie spat, hardly 
able to speak with the wad in her throat choking her. "And you can go to 
hell! I'm leaving for Minnesota...!" 

"Les, please ... please, listen to me, Darling?" Mike pleaded. "I-I don't 
blame you. I'd probably do the same thing ... but that's because I don't 
know any better. You do. God, Baby, you've got to realize that I have a side 
to this ... Oh, hell. Les, listen to me ... I love you! Believe it or not! 
Good-bye!" 

The convulsive click in her ear surprised her. She looked at the piece of 
electronic equipment, as if trying to decide the manner of reestablishing 
their contact. 

"Mike...? Mike...? Mike!" 

Slowly, she replaced the receiver in its cradle. God! Where was he? What had 
she done? He'd needed her ... and she'd let him down! Yes ... as simple as 
that ... she'd let him down! The first real crisis ... when he had needed 
her, she'd deserted him! Deserted him! 

Oh God! Oh God, what difference did it make about Nadine Sheldon? Or ... or, 
ten more girls just like her? He loved her, his Leslie, and she knew it! And 
she loved him! Yet, she'd deserted ...! 

The doorbell rang. 

Slowly, Leslie Sayer raised her face from her hands, staring at the thick, 
paneled door. She was wearing only a nightie and her short robe, she 
remembered. She glanced at her watch. Twelve-fifteen. A small lamp burned in 
a corner of the room; she couldn't pretend no one was home. It rang again. 
She stood, hesitantly. It was snowing again, she reasoned. Someone might be 
having car trouble ... She went to the door, opening it slightly.... 

 CHAPTER 8 

Vic Regher was the equivalent of a caged panther in his office. It had been 
nearly six o'clock when he had stormed in, gotten Police Chief David Archer 
on the phone and requested an all-points be put out on Michael Sayer for 
violation of probation. At first, Chief Archer had been reluctant, but 
Regher had persuaded him by advising that he would be preferring stronger 
charges against him in a day or so and that he would have all the proof 
necessary to convict him. He just didn't want the punk to get too much of a 
jump on them, and he might if he had another day of traveling time. Archer 
had finally agreed, then the big man called Judge Fielding, repeated his 
story and asked for a warrant to search the caretaker's home. He could pick 
it up in a couple of hours, the Judge had said; that was fine as far as 
timing was concerned, for the photo shop wouldn't have his pictures ready 
before nine. 

Regher poured himself three fingers of raw bourbon and gulped it down while 
he paced the floor of his office angrily. His groin ached as if he'd been 
battered with an anvil, but worse was the mental pain of his injured pride. 
He'd let that hood sonofabitch catch him off guard ... and that lousy little 
Sheldon pig had been no help to him. They'd both pay right through the ass 
before they were through with this ... along with that stuck-up bitch-wife 
of Sayer's. 

That was the only thing that could wring a smile from his bloodless lips at 
the moment ... knowing that he was going to fuck her silly. Godamn, he'd 
have his pound of flesh one way or the other, he thought, the idea 
broadening the grin on his evil face. Patience, patience, Victor. All in 
good time ... and what a delicious piece she was going to be. Even though 
his balls ached as though a herd of buffalo had stampeded over them, his 
prick was jerking with the lewd thoughts he was envisioning. And Sayer would 
pay for what he did to him! Damn, he'd pay all right! In fact, maybe it was 
better that it'd come off this way; now, the punk was a fugitive ... and he 
had a strong feeling that once Leslie Sayer saw the pictures and heard the 
tape he had, that she'd be more than ready to help her loving husband in 
whatever way she could. Patience, Victor ... just a couple more hours.... 

But it had been longer than that; in fact, it had been damned near midnight 
before Judge Fielding had gotten around to issue his warrant and Vic Regher 
had been forced to sit with him in his study, listening to half-drunken 
political talk, a subject he didn't give a damn about. By the time he'd 
gotten out of there he'd been ready to blow his mind, and he hadn't wasted 
another minute. 

Now, he fingered the bungalow's bell a second time. There was a light 
burning in the living room; he felt sure someone was in there.... 

The door opened a scant few inches. Regher, experienced, placed his galoshed 
foot in the opening and smiled thinly. He saw the look of alarm, then 
fright, cloud the beautiful blonde's face. She started to say something and 
he held his small folder of credentials before her. 

"I'm Victor Regher, Mrs. Sayer ... your husband's probation officer. He's 
under arrest. Is he here?" 

"Wh-What..? N-No! Michael isn't here ..!" 

"I have a warrant to search the premises. I'd advise you to let me in," he 
said matter-of-factly, at the same time pressing against the barrier, 
forcing her to give ground. 

"B-But...." Leslie tried, falling backwards in confusion. 

Regher entered, closing the door behind him. He sat his small tape recorder 
on a near-by table, then unbuttoned his overcoat as he turned slowly to 
glare at her. "Routine, Mrs. Sayer," he said. 

"I ... I don't understand...." 

"Really? Well, in that case I guess I better enlighten you hadn't I?" he 
said rather than asked, and for the first time she saw the licentious gleam 
burning in the depths of his dull-grey eyes. Abruptly, then, she began to 
wonder at the wisdom of having answered the door, being alone as she 
was...."Your husband is a felon," he was saying. "Right now he's wanted for 
statutory rape; that's his latest accomplishment ... plus, violation of 
probation. But of course, you probably know about that, eh?" He grinned with 
an evil satisfaction at her. "I have to search the house, lady." 

"Wh-What are you saying?" Leslie gasped, staring at him in amazement, hardly 
aware that his cruel, cunning eyes were raking her supple, willowy body 
salaciously. "I-I don't know about ... nor believe a word of it! Now ... you 
better get out of here before I phone the police! Do you hear?" 

Regher turned away from her, saying nothing. He walked through the house 
opening doors and peering here and there, knowing that Mike Sayer would not 
be there. Leslie followed him part of the way, then stopped to clutch the 
lapels of her robe tight around her throat. She back stepped slowly into the 
living room, her mouth falling open slackly, her eyes looking off at 
nothing. 

Dear God, did I hear him right? Statutory rape! Violation of probation? 
Probation for what? I-It can't be...! It just can't be ... not Mike ... my 
Mike! There ... there has to be some mistake ...! 

Regher dragged it out. He'd read the shocked expression of surprise that had 
slowly turned to horror on her exquisite face, her reaction causing a tiny 
twinge of excitement to run through him. He strolled casually through the 
rooms, finally returning to where she sat on the edge of the faded couch. 

"Where is he?" he shot at her. 

Leslie looked up at him, wide-eyed, almost vacantly. "I-I don't know, Mr. 
Regher. I swear I don't." 

"I see. He's pretty clever at slinking into a hole when the law's after him 
... this husband of yours," he said deridingly, easing himself down into a 
chair. "But I knew that before I came. I didn't expect to find him here. 
He's too seasoned ... know what I mean? Nothing more clever than a drug 
pusher." 

Leslie continued to stare at him. "Drug pusher...? Mike?" Suddenly, she 
bolted to her feet. "You're out of your mind...!" 

Regher grinned. "Think so, eh?" he said. "Well now ... let's just see. How 
much do you know about Michael Sayer, anyway?" 

"He's my husband ... and ... and that's all I have to know to be sure he'd 
never be guilty of the things you've accused him of!" 

Regher continued to smirk. He nodded. "On the other hand, supposing I told 
you that he was convicted of robbing twenty-thousand dollars worth of heroin 
... was a pusher ... and spent nineteen months of his life in prison for 
burglary? Would that register, Mrs. Sayer ... or did you already know it?" 

He might have run over her with a ten-ton truck! He might have jabbed her in 
the heart with a lance, or fired a loaded gun in her face! Dear God! He has 
to be lying! 

She gaped at him in complete stupidity. He said: "It's true, lady. And all a 
matter of record ... not too difficult for you to get a rundown on ... if 
you care to." 

Leslie's brain swam. For one brief moment she feared that her legs might 
buckle beneath her. She staggered slightly, then caught herself. A light 
rash of gooseflesh broke out on her satiny skin as she stared fixedly at 
him, refusing to acknowledge the lust-filled gleam flaming deep in his eyes. 
He was still half-grinning at her; she managed: "I ... I don't 
understand...." 

"'Course you don't. Nice girls like you who are taken in by his kind never 
do." He shifted in his chair and reached into his pocket, bringing out a 
small manila envelope. "And that's why there has to be people like me, 
lady." He pointed toward the couch. "You better sit down before you look at 
these ... I think you're in for one hell of a jolt." 

Leslie stared at the envelope he held extended to her. She didn't sit, but 
hesitantly reached out and took it from his one good hand, then, with a deep 
breath, she opened the flap and extracted the contents. They were snapshots 
... pictures of ...! 

O, my God! She stared at them in utter horrifying disbelief! Even though 
Mike had told her over the phone about Nadine, she'd had no idea of the 
extent.... 

"Oh no ... no ... no!" she gasped, quickly fumbling through the nauseously 
lewd and abominable reproductions of her own Mike and the exotic, 
raven-haired girl, completely naked and engaged in the vilest of sexual 
lust. "Oh ... Mike ... Mike ... Mike ... how could you?" she moaned again as 
she read the expression of sheer carnal depravity contorting her husband's 
handsome face, while that little ... little whore bent over his loins with 
... God Almighty! She'd taken almost all of his penis into her mouth! And 
another of Mike on top of her ... with her legs up over his shoulders, his 
hardened penis shoved all the way into her until she could see only his 
testicles ... and the lurid, salacious looks perverting their faces 

... "Oh ... my God, I ... I can't believe it. .!" Regher had assumed as much 
and while she was staring in near-shock, trying to convince herself that 
they weren't true, he'd eased to his feet and set the tape-recorder into 
operation. 

Then, the undeniable voices reached her and Leslie froze where she stood. 

"OH MIKE ... IT'S BEAUTIFUL! SO ... SO BIG AND HARD! AND ... AND I'M GOING 
TO DO WHAT I PROMISED...!" 

"L-LOOK ... YOU DON'T HAVE TO ... TO DO THAT!" 

"I WANT TO! JUST ... JUST DON'T SAY ANYTHING...!" 

The sounds of their heavy breathing, their writhings on the bed, their 
little moans and gasps came to her and Leslie had only to stare at the 
pictures to know the whole terrible truth. It had been an outright 
debauchery! "WAIT!" she heard her Mike's voice exclaim. A pause then, with 
rustling and more heavy breathing.... 

"MIKE, OH MIKE ... MY DARLING ... DON'T EVER STOP." Pause. "I ... I COULD'VE 
SUCKED IT ALL DAY IF YOU HAD LET ME. IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL COCK, MIKE 
DARLING...." 

More panting and writhing, then, Nadine's voice half-whispering: "DARLING 
... WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU'LL BE THE FIRST MAN EVER TO DO THIS TO ME?" 

"WH-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING? THAT YOU'RE A VIRGIN...?" 

"BOTH YES AND NO, DARLING. BUT I SWEAR ... NO MAN OR BOY HAS EVER DONE THIS 
TO ME...." 

"I-I DON'T GET IT ... THE WAY YOU STARTED TO ... TO SUCK IT ... HELL, 
NADINE, YOU'VE SUCKED A COCK BEFORE...." 

"I-I DIDN'T SAY THAT I HADN'T. I SAID THAT YOU'LL BE THE FIRST MAN EVER TO 
... TO FUCK ME ... AND THAT'S THE GOD'S TRUTH, DARLING...." 

"Turn it off!" Leslie screamed suddenly. She jammed her hands against her 
ears and shook her head, dropping the pictures to the floor. "I don't want 
to hear anymore...!" 

Regher watched carefully. He didn't want her to go berserk on him, but he 
did want her to hear this part that he'd doctored. He raced the tape ahead, 
then said: "Listen to this, lady. It should interest you." 

"I don't want to hear...." 

"OH MIKE, DARLING ... TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME!" 

"I-I LOVE YOU, BABY!" Leslie heard him gasp. "CHRIST, YES...!" 

"SAY IT AGAIN!" 

"I LOVE YOU ... YOU LITTLE VIXEN! DAMN, I LOVE YOUR LUSCIOUS ASS ... YOUR 
BEAUTIFUL TITS ... YOUR HUNGRY, TIGHT CUNT...!" 

"AND THEY ALL LOVE YOU, MY DARLING...." 

Oh my God, it can't be true! It's ... it's all some horrible nightmare ... 
and I'll wake up! He never said that to her ... not that he loved her ... 
not my Michael ...! 

"OOOOOHHH ... MIKE, MIKE, DARLING! HARDER, MY PRECIOUS! FUCK IT HARDER! MAKE 
ME KNOW IT, MY LOVE! FUCK HARD ... HAAARRDDDD!" 

"Ooohhh ... Leslie moaned feebly. "I ... I can't ... she tried, a flooding 
nausea overtaking her. She sensed the blood draining from her face and a 
certain light-headedness she had never before experienced. The room whirled 
and a chill caused her to convulse, followed by a flushing spasm as her legs 
jelled beneath her ... and she fainted.... 

* * * 

Regher caught her before she crumpled to the floor. Smiling, he scooped her 
into his arms and laid her on the couch. Slowly, he dropped to one knee 
beside her and reached out his hand to run over the satin-like smoothness of 
her leg and up her thigh. He gently brushed back her robe and nightie until 
her enticing naked loins were visible to him. He gaped in lust-incited awe 
at the breathtaking sight of her sparsely covered, golden-haired pelvis; the 
thin pink slit of her joined puffy vaginal lips traced down between her 
delicious thighs for several inches, almost to the crevice separating the 
gorgeous hillocks of her ass. What a fucking delight she was to look at, he 
thought! Christ, she was like some kind of goddess ... like he remembered 
Evelyn ... Yeah, that was it! She was his Evelyn ... his own wife ... his 
two-faced, deceitful Evelyn! Damn her! 

He smoothed his hand upward over the gentle swell of her tight belly, then 
back down to the soft, down-covered region of her genitals, caressing and 
stroking the warm, pouting cuntlips, his eyes like two blazing coals of 
white-hot fire. 

There ought to be liquor in the house somewhere, he thought. Then, he 
grinned to himself. This was going to be a long, wild night. No use rushing 
it. Go slow ... savor it ... extract every ounce of its individual flavor 
... After all, he had it coming to him, didn't he? All these years ... until 
at last, he'd found her ... and ... and he mustn't forget Sayer ... no, 
mustn't forget Sayer.... 

He shook his head as if to clear some unknown, bothersome wave that was 
overpowering him ... a net-like veil that was almost too strong to fight 
against. Sayer ... he seemed so unimportant now that he'd found his Evelyn 
... All else seemed so unimportant ...! 

He raised to his feet slowly. He had to find something to bring her around 
... He wanted her wide awake when he fucked her ... but he'd use a capsule 
on her, just to make sure ... Damn, she'd probably go out of her mind once 
she saw that he'd come back to her ... back from the war ...! 

He turned away and hurried into the kitchen ... Evelyn had always kept their 
liquor in the kitchen.... 

* * * 

"Drink it ... More ... take more," a masculine voice ordered and Leslie, 
dazed, found herself trying to obey. 

Her head and shoulders were being raised and supported by a strong arm; she 
let her eyes flicker open and slowly the whirling room began to settle down 
before her focalizing vision. She felt nauseous and was lying outstretched 
... on a couch ... their own couch. Someone ... a man was sitting on its 
edge beside her, holding her up. She glanced at him; there was something 
horribly familiar about his ugly face. His gaunt hand held a glass from 
which she had drunk ... and its contents had caused her tongue to tingle; 
there was a pleasant, mild burning at the base of her stomach. 

"Wh-What happened?" she questioned feebly, trying to sit upright. 

"You fainted," Vic Regher told her. "You better drink the rest of this. It's 
bourbon. I found it in the kitchen." 

Leslie pushed his hand holding the glass away and swung her legs around 
slowly, letting her feet touch the floor. It was then that she realized her 
robe and nightie were raised almost to her hips ... and that the man beside 
her was someone called Regher. H-He had come to arrest Michael! The ... the 
pictures ... the recording ... Oh God! Quickly, she tugged at her robe, 
covering herself, a flush of shame sweeping over her. She said: "I'm sorry 
... II never fainted before in my life ... It's ... it's all coming back 
now...." 

"Here," Regher said, holding the glass to her lips. "You ought to drink the 
rest of this, Ev ... Mrs. Sayer." 

She took the glass from him and drained it, the amberish colored liquid 
immediately causing further stimulation in her belly. It felt good; God 
knows, she needed its welcome fortification. She lay one hand on her 
robe-covered thigh and his big one came down over it. The unexpected act 
caused her heart to leap in her chest, seeming to bolt upward as if to lodge 
in her throat. Her breath caught and she gaped at him, then, she eased 
backwards, squirming into the corner of the davenport. He grinned, his 
bone-distorted face struggling for tenderness, but those lecherous tiny 
explosions in his dull-grey eyes belied him. 

"Y-You're just as beautiful as ever," he said huskily, "just ... just the 
way I remembered you ... used to think of you all of those cold nights ... 
sitting in a hole ... waiting for those godamned reds to come screaming down 
on us ... Yeah ... I'd sit in that hole, huddled up and think of you, 
Evelyn...." He shook his head in memory, his eyes vacant, his mouth 
partially open, his hand caressing hers. "I'd ... I'd have gone crazy if I 
hadn't had you to think of ... knowing you were back here waiting for 
me...." 

Leslie couldn't believe her ears. She felt the little furrows of puzzlement 
wrinkling her forehead and she tried to extract some personal meaning to his 
words by searching his ugly face, but they made no sense whatever. 

"I ... I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Regher," she said, 
shaking her head in confusion, then brushing her long flaxen hair back over 
her shoulder habitually. "I-I never saw you before you came here yesterday 
... You're making a mistake...." 

Regher's eyes hardened, his smiling attempt at tenderness fading. "Don't try 
to get wise with me, lady," he spat, his whole character changing almost 
spontaneously, sending a new ripple of fright surging through her. "Damn 
you, just remember that I can hang that punk husband of yours, eh? You saw 
the pictures ... heard the tape. That's statutory rape, sweetheart. The kid 
is only fifteen! Statutory rape, say nothing of his godamned violation of 
probation! Now ... ," he shook his head, his eyes glaring wildly, "you 
better be nice to me, Baby! Eh? Be nice if you want to save that hood 
bastard's ass!" 

Leslie could only stare at him in complete confusion; yet the thought that 
she had some sort of demented Jekyll-Hyde on her hands hadn't escaped her. 
God Almighty! What was she going to do? She was alone ... entirely at his 
mercy! She had to keep her head ... this was no time to crack up ...! 

"Please ... I don't feel at all well," Leslie tried, the full impact of the 
pictures and tape coming back to her tortured mind. "You've searched the 
house. Mike's not here ... now, please leave." 

Vic Regher grinned overbearingly; then, he chuckled. He shook his big head 
as if he couldn't believe his own hearing. "You know," he said, "you're a 
cool one, all right. Damned if you're not. Maybe ... just maybe mind you, 
maybe I've got you figured wrong after all, eh? Maybe you don't give a damn 
what happens to that little shit you're married to ... Maybe you're acting 
this way just because you've got a lot of morals or something ... is that 
it? Afraid I'm going to take advantage of you...?" He shook his head again 
and Leslie could see the troubled confusion in his eyes. "But ... but we 
were married, Baby ... remember? Hell, if it hadn't been for the war . . 

While he talked on in circles of obvious mental entanglements, Leslies' 
brain raced madly in search of any tactic that might help her, regardless of 
how wild. There was no question about it, the man wasn't normal! Somehow, 
someway, she had to outsmart him, or dear God ... she dreaded to think of 
the consequences! But how? If only she could get to the phone and call the 
police, but it was ridiculous to even think of that. No ... no, she had to 
humor him ... play along with him ... soothe and keep him calm. Oh God! He 
was smiling at her again, that licentious gleam lighting his horrible eyes! 

A tremor rippled over her as she felt his hand that had been on top of hers 
resting on her thigh, move suddenly to her flat, tense stomach, then inch 
around her waist as he slid closer to her, until his great, ugly face was 
mere inches from her own. Yet, as horrified inwardly as she was, what amazed 
her was that the touch of his hand and its warmth through the material of 
her sparse clothing sent an unwanted tremor ... a near-thrill to tingle over 
her cringing flesh. Good God! Had Mike denied her that much sexually? She 
had to keep her wits! Had to ...! 

"Stop! Please ... stop it!" she snapped, writhing from his grasp and 
stumbling to her feet, but me too steadily. "You've got to leave now!" 

Regher arose, confronting her, his hardened face set determinedly. "Leave? 
Leave, hell!" he hissed, his carnal eyes devouring her. "I'm going to fuck 
you, sweetheart ... willingly or otherwise ... It makes no difference to 
me!" 

Leslie stiffened as if she had been submerged naked in a snow bank. Her 
mouth fell loosely open and her eyes widened in sheer disbelief, his use of 
the vile descriptive word knifing into her as she truly sensed her 
helplessness against him. Then, as she stood there near-petrified, she felt 
his hands slipping around her slender waist again, and the strength of his 
powerful arms drawing her tightly against him, his one good hand moving down 
to encompass the rounded full spheres of her buttocks, while the cold 
hardness of the artificial one lumped against the small of her back. She 
felt the blood rushing to her cheeks in the shame of his coarse hand moving 
intimately over her tensed, fear-stricken body. 

"S-Stop! Stop it, do you hear? I'll scream for help!" she tried desperately. 

"You little bitch! You make one sound and I'll beat you within an inch of 
your life!" he spat at her in warning, clutching the soft resilient flesh of 
one buttock in his hand brutally. "Understand? Godamn you, answer me!" he 
snarled, his panting breath foul in her face as he drew her tighter against 
the rising bulge at his loins. 

"Oh ... oh, my God!" she whimpered, her sickened, pain-filled and horrified 
brain racing madly in frenetic circles. Mike! Mike! Help me...! My God, 
where are you? Wh-What am I going to do? He's mad! Mad! Oh ... oh, his huge 
thing ... it's grinding right into me...! 

Once more, she struggled in his arms, trying to free herself, but she was 
helpless against his might, and slowly he lowered his head until his wet, 
bloodless lips completely smothered her soft, trembling mouth, his tongue 
smashing lustfully between her lips and against her small, white teeth. He 
hugged her close, his big hand hot and moving as it pressed into the round, 
full orbs of her buttocks to force her pelvis tighter against him, his 
height playing the throbbing bulge of his loin hard against the softness of 
her belly, and an unreasonable and uncontrollable tremor rippled over her. 

Something ... something absolutely impossible was happening inside her! She 
was actually experiencing wild little sensations of excitement to contrast 
those of shame and repulsion at his vile assault on her helpless body ... 
and although she was desperately resisting him, her mouth gave way to the 
rape of his tongue and she sensed herself going limp against him as he 
forced her down on the couch, his big, one good hand covering her erect, 
full breast now, sending further unbelievable galvanic fermentations 
spiraling through her. 

"Oh ... oh ... no ... no ... stop...!" Leslie groaned as he lifted his head 
to grin evilly down at her. 

"Getting to you now, eh, Lady?" he hissed, his hand roving over her 
exploringly. He chuckled lewdly. "And you know why...? I laced that liquor 
good. Dhattura ... a mighty potent aphrodisiac from the far-East that I 
brought home with me. It only takes a little to drive you right out of your 
mind ... set that tight little cunt of yours on fire ... makes you beg for a 
cock to fill it ... but don't worry, Evie, I'm going to fill it for you, 
eh?" he went on, leaning above her and playing with her beautiful, tormented 
face with his wet, probing tongue. 

His filthily modified statements ricocheted off the walls of her mind as she 
struggled to fathom their meaning. She was truly coming alive with 
overpowering, impossible sensations. His brutal hand, his foul tongue, his 
repulsive body had kindled her aflame with desire almost immediately. Never 
... never before ... even with Mike ... had she felt so overcome with sheer 
sensual craving. My God, she had to gain a hold on herself! What was 
happening to her ... that she could come to relish the lewd caresses of such 
a despicable man ... one who was out to destroy her husband...? Oh, Mike ... 
Mike! Help me! Help me! 

Then, his huge hand was on the satiny, naked flesh of her leg ... moving 
upward ... upward to her thigh ... the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh 
... and God Almighty! She wanted it here! Oh God ...! 

"Evie ... Evie ... you beautiful, luscious bitch!" Vic Regher babbled down 
at where she lay stretched out beneath him, while his hand smoothed up the 
silken flesh of her trembling thigh, moving higher with each stroke, until 
he let it brush to the very peak of the delightful juncture, instigating the 
sensation of contact as it pressed gently against the pouting, golden down 
covered lips of her pink-slitted pussy. 

Leslie groaned and jerked to the slight pressured touch against her naked, 
tingling genitals, her brain desperately fighting to seize control from her 
rapidly overpowering physical senses. Oh Lord, what had come over her? Oh 
... somehow ... somehow, she had to end this deplorable degradation she was 
allowing her body to be submitted to! 

"No! No! You've got to stop this ... I'm not your Evie ... or whoever it is! 
Don't you see?" Leslie cried, rolling her head back and forth, her eyes 
squeezed tightly closed in her shame. "I'm Mrs. Michael Sayer! Damn you, 
stop, I say! He'll kill you! Mike'll kill you for this...!" 

Vic Regher's dull-grey eyes rounded, then narrowed vindictively. "Bitch!" he 
spat. "Don't you suppose I know who you are? Filthy cunt! Damn you! Be 
thankful I'm letting you live after the way you ran out on me while I was 
gone! You whore! You're just like all the rest...!" 

Leslie forced open her eyes to see the warped and confused expression in his 
own. Mother of God, she thought, now he's the Hyde-husband again! And in a 
moment he'll change back to the Jekyll-Regher individual who was trying to 
compromise her by threatening Michael's and her whole future! He was 
completely demented! And she was helplessly alone at his mercy, her whole 
being alive with carnal craving because of the fiendish substance he had put 
in the stimulant she had so foolishly drunk! 

Oh God! Her mind was a whirlpool of confusion. If only she could think 
straight! Above all, she had to help Mike. If he was guilty of a crime ... 
regardless of what, it was her duty to stand beside him and help him in 
whatever way she could! He was her husband and she loved him! She had let 
him down once already this day, completely deserted him when he tried to 
explain that he needed her ... now, she was being offered a second chance. 
God was good! Yes! Yes! She must play along ... humor this monster ... and 
be thankful that he had doctored her drink with whatever it was! At least, 
that would make it easier ... Yes, that was it ... play along ... humor him 
... until she got her chance ... if she ever did.... 

"Damn you ... damn you! You're beautiful, Evie!" he half-whimpered. "I could 
eat you alive! I always loved you ... you know that! Why? Why, Evie? Why did 
you do it to me?" he went on, interrupting her thoughts as he gently stroked 
her thighs, brushing her golden hair-covered loins at the apex of every 
stroke. 

Leslie felt her arms move upward and around his neck while her legs opened 
to him uncontrollably, as if manipulated by a separate brain of their own, 
while her tongue suddenly trailed across his lips, little mewls of helpless 
submission emitting from her throat. 

It happened then! She felt his thick long finger tracing the thin, 
pink-furrowed line of her exposed cunt and she writhed and squirmed beneath 
it intractably. Her hands caught at his powerful shoulders, their lacquered 
nails gouging into the muscular flesh through his clothing. A quick moment 
of repulsion swept her up at her own response, even as the prurient spasms 
of unwanted desire raced through her loins and belly, while slowly he parted 
the wisps of soft sparse pubic hair and wormed his middle finger between her 
warm vaginal lips exploringly ... at last, sinking it deeper and deeper up 
into her moist, excited channel, sending shocks of insane delight soaring 
through her. 

"Oh ... ooohhhhh ... Mike ... Mike!" she whimpered brokenly in mounting 
passion. 

 CHAPTER 9 

Sir Launcelot lay regally stretched before the glow of the fireplace 
watching the two naked young beauties on the white animal skin rug beside 
him with keen, whimpering interest. The sweetish aroma curling up from the 
crudely rolled cigarettes they smoked stung his acute sense of smell, and 
had he been human he would have undoubtedly reasoned that the voluptuous, 
golden-haired Ann Trent was kneeling up and beside his titian-haired 
mistress' lovely prone body to better facilitate her gentle applications of 
the salve she was affectionately applying to her intimate friend's bruised 
body. 

"God, Nade, this one is almost an ugly purple," the entrancing teenage 
lovely spoke softly, her long-fingered gentle hand caressing Nadine's full 
left breast tenderly as it stroked the soothing balm into the satiny, 
resilient flesh, making a deliberate effort to tease at the elongated cherry 
nipple with every other circular motion. "Damn him ... he must have hurt you 
terribly." 

"H-He's a damn fiend!" Nadine Sheldon replied, breathing heavily as she 
looked up into her girl friend's beautiful face. "And ... and he went nearly 
out ... out of his mind when he discovered that Mike had gotten away ... 
That's ... that's when he started to beat ... beat me ... Oh ... ohhh, 
that's nice, Darling ... You ... do it so ... so beautifully ... it gives me 
... funny little feelings ... down there...." 

Nadine dropped her one cigarette-less hand slowly toward her own flat little 
belly to smooth over the silken, white flesh, then downward until her 
fingertips brushed lightly the edges of her dark little forest of 
velvet-like pubic hair, while Ann Trent watched through mounting desirous 
eyes. 

She watched fascinated as Nadine's full, rounded hips squirmed slightly, her 
lush buttocks rotating in tiny circles against the warm fur of the animal 
skin, her exquisite white soft thighs beginning a gentle rubbing and 
squeezing against each other as if to tease at the fleshy, hair-fringed lips 
so beautifully separated by the thin, pink little slit of her pussy ... an 
enticing pussy that she, Ann Trent, had become more than slightly familiar 
with over the half-dozen years of their close friendship. A tingle of erotic 
delight traversed through her own gorgeous young body as she knelt there, 
her rounded, luxuriant buttocks resting back on her calves, her firm and 
erect, pink nippled breasts jutting forth proudly, and as she watched, she 
saw Nadine's slender hand move away from her own pelvis toward her, Ann's, 
taut, creamy thigh, and she felt the warm softness of her hand glide over 
her flesh toward her inner thigh and upward lovingly ... until at last, it 
brushed tenderly against the golden down sprinkled lips of her pouting, pink 
split cunt to send a further tremor of ecstatic pleasure rippling over her. 

"Hmmmmmm ... that's nice," Ann whispered, writhing somewhat licentiously to 
the light pressure of Nadine's small hand fondly taunting her rapidly 
flushing genitals, while at the same time she continued to massage and 
gently knead the exotic raven-haired girl's magnificent breast. 

"I-I'm so glad you came tonight, Ann," said Nadine, slowly raising her 
marijuana cigarette to her moist lips. "God ... I was about ready to lose my 
mind after that ... that bastard beat me ... I just felt like dying...." 

"And now, Darling...?" Ann questioned softly. 

"Now ... between having you here, which is like old times ... and enjoying a 
bit of pot ... I'm beginning to get other, more wild ideas," Nadine replied, 
letting the edged side of her small fingered hand tenderly work itself 
between the beautiful blonde girl's moist cuntal lips and into the warm 
velvety dampness of her vulva with a gentle, slow, sawing motion that only 
lightly touched at the already erect, throbbing little bud of Ann's 
clitoris. 

"Though, to tell you the truth, I'm getting higher than a kite ... and the 
more I think about that man Regher, the more sadistic I feel ... I wish he 
was here right now, damn him ... Between you, Lonny and I, we'd make him 
sorry he was ever born...!" 

"Wow! You do sound sadistic," Ann agreed, smiling, her voluptuous body 
quivering and writhing to her precious friend's delightful manipulations 
between her soft, lovely thighs, those same ministrations causing brief 
thoughts and momentary visions of similar experiences at the hands of her 
wonderful brother, Donnie, and her handsome, beloved Daddy ... God, she 
thought, she was the luckiest girl in the world to have such a grand and 
close family. She was just going to have to insist that Nadine come to one 
of their family love-ins.... 

"Pot always does that to me ... makes me sadistic, I mean," Nadine said, 
cutting short Ann's thoughts. "Does it ever effect you that way?" 

"I don't know ... I suppose so," replied Ann. "I've never given ... ooohhh 
... given it much thought really ... I know that I lose any inhibitions I 
might have...." 

"And it makes you want to do wild things?" Nadine put in quickly. 

"Y-Yes ... I suppose so," Ann said, after a moment of thought as Sir 
Launcelot stirred restlessly beside them and began to whine, his great ears 
standing erect. 

Nadine laughed lightly. "He's jealous," she said. "And I think I know what 
he's got on his mind." 

"What?" the lovely blonde asked. 

"You can't guess, Darling ... the way he's looking at you?" Once more, 
Nadine tittered. "I think he's partial to blondes if you want to know the 
truth...." 

Ann looked at the massive animal, an undeniable glimmer of new excitement 
flickering in her beautiful eyes. She said: "You mean, he ... he...?" 

"Exactly, doll," Nadine assured her. "He wants to fuck you." 

"Me...? But I thought he only would do it to you, Nade ... Ann said, 
obviously not displeased with the idea. 

Nadine withdrew her hand from between the other's legs and slowly rolled 
onto her side toward the powerful animal, hugging him tightly to her full 
breasts. "Oooo, I love you ... you great big beautiful brute," she cooed, 
kissing the beast's huge head. "And you know what, sometime later tonight 
you're going to have the delicious treat of mounting this beautiful girl 
behind me ... isn't he, Ann?" 

"O-Of course ... if he will...." 

"Oh, don't worry, he will all right," Nadine said, suddenly hopping to her 
feet and walking aimlessly toward a window, the roach of her cigarette still 
in her hand. "He'll take care of both of us a half-dozen times if we want . 
. 

Ann watched the breathtaking naked loveliness of Nadine Sheldon cross the 
room, her rounded, smooth buttocks jiggling intoxicatingly with her every 
small step. "What are you doing?" she questioned. 

"Just looking ... wondering if Mike came back, or what did happen to him." 

"How can you tell?" 

"If his car's there, he's there." 

"Is it?" Ann questioned. 

"No ... but there is a car there," Nadine said slowly, as if in thought. 
"It's snowing again and ... I can't be sure ... but I think ... I think it's 
Regher's!" 

"So...?" Nadine prodded, getting to her feet and joining the other at the 
window. "What does that mean?" 

"I-I'm not sure ... Unless ... he's down there working on Leslie Sayer ... 
the way he did me ... Slowly, Nadine turned to face her friend, her dark 
eyes suddenly assuming an almost wicked glow that surprised the blonde girl. 
"Just ... just how wild and sadistic do you feel, Darling?" 

Ann felt her breath hitch in her throat at the others near-evil tainted tone 
and the sudden expression of sensual excitement distorting her beautiful 
face ... while the effects of the drug to her own brain made the frenzied 
moment contagious.... 

"As ... as wild as you say!" Ann replied with a gasp of breath. 

"Then ... then come on! There's a pistol in Jamey's room...!" 

 CHAPTER 10 

Leslie tossed her head and whined throatily in her emotional torment and 
unprecedented libidinous craving, a stimulating shock playing along the 
smooth, exposed flesh of her legs, and she twitched and squirmed her 
buttocks down into the softness of the couch, her whimpers changing into an 
incessant, helpless series of groans as Vic Regher's fingers taunted the 
sensitive slit between her thighs, gently thrusting and probing into it, 
parting the silken, blonde pubic hair and making a sudden electrifying 
contact with the tiny throbbing plexus from the undesired passion that had 
swept over her, saturating her whole being, and she chewed at her lips to 
hold back the moan of sheer delectation mounting ecstatically in her breast. 

Oh ... Oh ... it was so wicked and evil ... terribly, terribly wrong! Oohhh 
... she had to stop him from doing these forbidden, lascivious things to her 
... while there was still time ... before she was completely lost! Dear God 
... but how? How? Oh, Mike, Mike, why don't you come...? Ooohhh ...! 

And then, momentarily, she tried to struggle against him, but he held her as 
if she were a child, snickering triumphantly down into her tormented, 
beautiful face, until now she relaxed her struggling, the incredible horror 
of her complete helplessness ... of the entire abominable situation slowly 
but indelibly impressing itself upon her mind. Dear God! She was hopelessly 
trapped! There was nothing she could do but lie there in defenseless 
subjugation while this demented man lewdly felt of, and explored her soft 
secret body at will ... taking any and all indecent liberties with her that 
he pleased. There was absolutely no way she could stop him ... and even if 
she could, she would lose in the end, for her Michael would suffer ...! 

Oh ... oohhhh ... if only she could cry, vent herself some way of the vile 
repugnance she felt for herself at that very moment ... for in all shame, 
she knew that her betraying body was reacting with unwanted desire to the 
maddening play of his fingers in her vagina, her hips actually responding of 
their own volition in rhythm to his tantalizing ministrations in the moist, 
aroused split between her legs. 

"Now ... that's it, Evie," he hissed at her. "That's better ... don't try to 
frighten me. Enjoy it, Baby ... like that ... You see? Your tight little 
cunt is getting nice and wet ... and pretty soon you're going to beg me to 
fuck you ... now, aren't you, Honey? 

Leslie couldn't catch her breath. She tried to speak but her words stuck in 
her throat, the sensual shock of his thick fingers teasing around her 
quivering clitoris causing her to writhe her buttocks down into the cushion 
in an effort to escape the frenzied spasms coursing over her soft, vibrant 
flesh. 

"Oh ... oh, she moaned helplessly while he continued his clitoral abuse, at 
last, pausing-to draw an answer from her. 

"Well ... am I right, Baby? You want me to fuck you, eh?" 

"Oh ... yes ... yes ... Anything you say ... only ... don't hurt me. Please, 
don't hurt me...?" she begged, breathless from his assault, her lovely face 
a grimace and subjugation. 

"I won't hurt you, Evie. Just fuck ... fuck hard and good, eh?" 

Again, the sound of the lewd, obscene word caused her to react inwardly, but 
oddly enough it was with a sense of strange excitement as he uttered it and 
she rolled her face away from him. "Yes ... oh, yesss ... I'll try...." she 
whimpered between clenched teeth. 

Vic Regher gloatingly moved up over her, forcing her face back to him with 
the cold hard lump of his artificial hand behind her head. He kissed her 
wetly, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth while his thick long finger 
began to teasingly massage her cunt once more. 

Leslie groaned beneath him, fighting to keep control of what mental 
facilities she still possessed as the convulsive little twinges of delight 
began to race involuntarily through her loins and belly again. 

"Let's get our clothes off, Baby," he whispered. "Help me ... sit up...." 

She didn't struggle, only closed her eyes when he raised her up, refusing to 
think unless she scream out in pure fright, assisting him subconsciously to 
strip her; then, she felt the cool rush of air against her throbbing breasts 
with their hard, distended pink nipples as they became completely exposed to 
him ... and his sharp intake of breath, his big hand clutching them hotly 
... kneading, squeezing, rolling the nipples painfully between his fingers, 
until finally his warm, wet mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and 
worrying the tiny nipple maddeningly ... and then the other in the same 
manner, the long wet tongue at last trailing down through the deep narrow 
vale that separated them ... her stomach muscles tensing as it slithered 
down her, dipping momentarily into her navel ... taunting it while his hand 
continued to caress and stroke her aching breasts ... and then his hand left 
them, and he was pressing her thighs apart.... 

Once more, she felt a cool gush of air, but this time to brush against her 
warm, damp thighs and loins ... still refusing to allow herself a single 
thought ... her eyes clenched securely shut, she felt the pressure on the 
couch while he raised to his knees and she could hear him undressing. 

Oh God ... dear God in heaven! What's going to happen to me? I'll never be 
able to look Mike in the face again! I'm lost ... lost forever ...! 

For a long time, but she couldn't reason how long, she lay there in the 
darkness of her mind, lost in the torment of her thoughts ... until his 
voice reached her: "Come on, Evie baby ... open those beautiful eyes and see 
if it still looks the same to you, eh?" 

She did, agonizingly ... and she saw him kneeling erect between her legs 
that he had forcibly and obscenely spread open to him, completely naked now, 
his misshapen face twisted in a lewd grin, and she let her eyes trail 
downward over his muscularly powerful torso to the thick, hardened penis 
standing out from his lean loins. Her eyes began to widen in mounting 
revulsion and fear-stricken disbelief, while his licentious smirk broadened 
and his one hand lustfully stroked the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and 
forth over the hard, blood engorged head. 

"Remember it, Baby? A beauty, eh? he taunted proudly. "Think it'll still 
fill that luscious cunt of yours?" 

But Leslie hardly heard his vile words; she was more shocked with the fact 
that he had removed his artificial hand and the stump of his wrist caused a 
greater fear to sweep over her ... that, and the sight of his huge, vile 
organ, icing her inside to the point of almost destroying any erotic 
sensations that had possessed her. Yet, she couldn't help but gape at the 
massiveness of his member ... its length and thickness causing her to stare 
in awe ... while the sight of her own naked, obscenely spread-open thighs 
filled her with miserable, degrading shame as once more the helplessness of 
her situation dwelt in her fogged brain; then, it further registered that he 
was sadistically enjoying this almost brutal debauchery he was subjecting 
her to, the cruel gleam in his eyes bordering on insanity. 

Still, she stared, her eyes seemingly fixed on the inhuman-sized, fleshy 
instrument he was still holding and stroking in his one good hand. It's 
thickness was terrorizing! Good God...! No woman could take it! It would rip 
her ... split her open! There was no question ... she could never take it! 
Never in God's world! 

He laughed obscenely. Bigger than you remembered, eh, Evie? Bigger than any 
you've had since I've been away, right?" he leered. "So ... maybe you'd like 
to play with it a little while ... suck on it or something ... or would you 
rather have it rammed right up into that hot little belly of yours?" 

Leslie tore her eyes away from the massive penis, rolling her head to one 
side as he continued to torment her through his divided personality, 
watching with salacious delight the horrified expression of fear that she 
knew was contorting her face. 

Once more, she prayed that tears would dribble from her eyes to help relieve 
the choking ball of agony in her throat, but to no avail ... just as she 
knew that it would be useless to appeal to this brutal schizophrenic. She 
had to steel her senses for what she knew was to come, and she hardly heard 
his vile utterances and filthy implications any longer; her brain was too 
occupied with the hopelessness of her position and the horrifying dread of 
knowing that there was no escape; she must endure his assault, for certainly 
he was going to rape her defenseless, cringing body, no matter how much she 
begged him not to. There was nowhere to turn; she was utterly alone and 
completely subject to his ruthless, demented lust. Dear God, why? Oh, why 
did this have to happen to me? What did I ever do except marry Michael, the 
man I love? 

He dropped his weight upon her then, forcing the breath from her soft, white 
body with a gasp, the hardness of his thick, pulsating cock crushing into 
the tender flesh of her belly, his huge hand once more squeezing her full 
firm breasts so viciously that she cried out with the pain, then, the stump 
of his wrist was taunting the nipple of the other resilient mound and the 
abominable sight causing greater fear to ripple through her tortured mind. 
Suddenly, his mouth was smothering hers, his tongue plunging deep into her 
throat in his mounting lust. 

"You fucking cunt!" he hissed, jerking his head up to glare at her. "I'm 
going to make you beg me to fuck you before I'm finished. You'd never be 
happy with that hood, Sayer, again when I'm done with you, Lady," he spat, 
the realistic portion of his brain taking command momentarily. "Yeah ... 
you're going to beg me to bury my cock in that snobbish little cunt hole of 
yours ... so fucking deep up your cunt that you'll taste it! Damn your 
stuck-up ass!" 

Leslie said nothing, only tried to deafen her ears to his foul abuse. Dear 
God, he wasn't really to blame! He was sick! Sick! And then, the was moving 
down her body ... slithering downward ... down ... down ... until his face 
was even with her loins, mere inches above them, and the pungent shock of 
what he intended to do caused her to recoil in utter horror. 

"Wh-What are you...? My God! No! Oh no ... no, please! You can't ... not 
that! Stop, you can't!" she half screamed as he placed his one palm and the 
stub of his wrist against the soft inner sides of her thighs, pressing them 
apart even more open to his lust-inflamed eyes. She moaned aloud, raising 
her head to stare down between her erect, upthrust breasts and see him 
poised between her widespread legs. "Oh ... oh no, please ... I beg you ... 
don't do that to me...." 

Wedged strategically between the soft white thighs, their warm inner flesh 
pressing against him, Vic Regher gazed greedily at the tight pink slit 
fringed enticingly with its gossamer, golden hair, eyeing the two tiny 
glistening pearls of moisture that dampened the little tongue-like pink 
petals peeking out at him from the thin, vertical mouth; and as she lay 
seemingly rooted to the cushion beneath her, eyes pleading, humiliation 
nearly complete, she watched petrified as with deliberately slow and 
decisive movements he placed his thumb and adept stump delicately on the 
sensitive, fleshy lips of her cunt, spreading the soft, blonde pubic curls 
as the flanges parted almost glutinously, flowering open the moist, coral 
flesh to his desire-filled sight. 

In utter degradation, Leslie felt the hot wisps of his rapid breathing taunt 
her sensitive vaginal flesh and she moaned in shame, her head still upright, 
her eyes almost refusing to acknowledge the lewd scene they were beholding. 
Then, abruptly, her own breath near choked her as she watched his face lower 
into the vee of her naked vaginal slit ... and felt the full length of his 
long, hot tongue slip, wetly up into her shocked and quivering pussy. 

Her lovely, soft, naked body recoiled through reflex, jerking convulsively, 
a loud whimper bursting from her lungs while her buttocks ground vainly 
downward in her useless effort to evade the perverted outrage he was 
committing upon her defenseless genitals. Her stomach lurched and churned in 
spasmodic confusion and she moaned loathingly while his tongue slithered in 
and out of her hopelessly exposed cunt in warped animal-like frenzy. 

"Ooooohhhh ... ooohhhhh ... stop ... don't ... please ... oohhhhh!" She 
groaned incessantly in her debased degradation, her head beginning to flail 
from side to side, negatively as she held it raised in humiliated, shameful 
horror, gaping in disbelief at his obscene aggression down between her 
widespread thighs. It wasn't happening! It couldn't be! A horrible and lewd 
nightmare ... that was all! She tried to reason it away, but his tongue 
reassured her as it raced in a liquid torrent up into her unwanting ... yet, 
rapidly dilating cunt. 

"Ooohhh ... God ... God ... stop! My God ... you can't do this to me! Please 
... please ... stop it!" she hissed between clenched teeth in her 
defilement, while at the same time, unwanted, tiny spasms of lewd delight 
were coming alive within her whole being from his demented and depraved 
tonguing of her moist, palpitating cuntal slit. 

Then, his one hand moved caressingly up over her belly to the pulsating, 
firm flesh of one hard-nippled breast, cupping and tormenting it with 
sadistic delight while his mouth and tongue sucked and thrust into the 
widespread split of her loins with wet, obscene sounds that filled the 
living room, and she realized that his dull-grey eyes were locked in twisted 
pleasure on her abased, humiliated face, until suddenly it struck her that 
he was waiting for complete and total destruction to his lurid destruction 
of her pride and morals, as well as her traitorous body. He would settle for 
nothing else! 

Damn him! she thought. No! No! Never! And she clenched her small hands into 
fists, her arms clinging helplessly and tight against her sides, her whole 
fervent body forcibly endeavoring to temper itself against the vile abuse he 
was compelling her to endure. She had to fight him ... had to! Mike! Mike! 
Where are you, my darling? Please ... please help me? But even as she waged 
the feeble attempt, in the back of her brain she knew it was useless; she 
was ensnared! There was absolutely nothing she could do ... Lust was rapidly 
overcoming her.... 

Oh God ... God ... God! Wildly, her brain raced in its struggle against his 
obscene attack, while he continued to suck and lick insanely at the damp, 
hairline slit between her open legs, and she fought desperately to keep her 
wits from melting into the hot, liquid ravishment that was creeping up from 
her loins to completely engulf her, its delight telegraphing unbelievable, 
enraptured sensations in maddening excitement through every tiny vein, 
muscle and sinew of her subjugated body. 

Vic Regher's brain functioned madly, but sometimes there were seconds when 
he wasn't quite sure that he was with Evie. Of course, he was. And she was 
glad to see him as he knew she would be ... going right out of her mind with 
his tongue buried in her cunt ... like always ... Christ, how many times had 
he dreamed of it, sitting in a hole ... those fucking reds waiting for night 
to scream down on them ... forty below zero ... and a hard-on from thinking 
of her ... his Evie...? Godamn! It was beautiful ... being with her ... and 
that Sayer bastard would pay. Shit yes! He had his wife here, didn't he? 
Licking her cunt and driving her right out of her mind? He'd fuck her in a 
minute ... eh, Evie? 

Damn! What a godamned gorgeous Nordic bitch she was! He raised his glazed 
eyes to fix them on her beautiful, contorted face as he unceasingly kept up 
his wild tongue-thrusts into her tight vagina. He read the completely 
subjected expression on her face with ruthless enjoyment. Shit, it was 
beautiful ... the way she was trying to fight it ... that was what made it 
good. Fight it, stuck-up cunt! Fight it! That'll make it all the better when 
you collapse ... won't it, Evie darling? Eh...? Won't it? 

Then, his lips probed and explored until he found the erectile, pulsating 
button of her clitoris. He heard her gasping moan of agonized pleasure as he 
sucked the tiny, pulsating nub between his teeth, and clutching it tightly, 
laved his tongue over and around it in a series of rapidly increasing 
circles, until eventually he opened his lust-hungry mouth wider and sent his 
tongue downward, back through the velvety, moistened slit to the hot, 
throbbing opening of her vaginal channel. 

Leslie realized that she could hardly, if any longer, control herself at 
all. Whatever it was he had put into her drink had completely disarmed her, 
and the erotic sensations had reached beyond her physical, or mental, powers 
of counteraction. She had become overwhelmingly enraptured with his vile, 
lust-filled tonguing of her cunt ... unwantingly so in the beginning, but 
surely lost to its satanic delight now. Her own brain had become a turmoil, 
and her feeble power to fight had so diminished that it was hardly even a 
memory. She found herself flailing her head wantonly from side to side as he 
orally fucked her, lashing and plunging his long hot tongue up into her 
receptive and now clasping vagina, while she listened as if from another 
world to her own mewling and whimpering sounds, while he continued to swirl 
and thrust his tongue into the warm velvety confines of her moist, 
passion-charged cunt. 

Abruptly, then, he was raising her legs high, slipping his arms beneath them 
until they were wedged underneath her thighs, pressing them relentlessly up 
until they draped over his broad shoulders, then he maneuvered his hand and 
stubbed wrist skillfully beneath the quivering orbs of her buttocks, hauling 
them up to his mouth with captive authority. 

Leslie's whimpers of ungovernable, if, involuntarily pleasure filled the 
room as he burrowed his hot tongue deeper and deeper into the simmering 
fluid depths between her thighs. She tossed about jerkily beneath him and he 
watched her hands fight a losing battle with one another ... until suddenly 
they were clenching at his hair in desperation, lewdly struggling to press 
him further and further into her loins. 

Her whimpers became moans, then outright cries of rapture as he continued to 
plunge his tongue deep into the searing, pleasurable depths of her delighted 
cunt. 

What little control she had managed to exercise had disappeared, Leslie 
realized. Now her buttocks were jerking and convulsing of their own accord 
beneath his thrusting tongue that was shooting erotic jolts of never before 
known sensation through her unfulfilled body. And then ... and then ... she 
felt his tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the secret, tiny, 
puckered little hole of her anus! She wanted to scream ... but instead, she 
moaned in erotic bliss at the sudden, wet, seething contact of his pleasure 
giving tongue with the forbidden, sensitive opening. She closed her eyes and 
licked at her lips in sensual enchantment. 

"Oh ... oooohhhhh ... oooooohhhhhh," she chanted ecstatically. "Y-You ... 
you filthy ... filthy man ... ooohhh ... no...." she moaned, even as she 
rolled her hips and tried to screw her tormented rectum back up onto his 
stiff probing tongue. 

Vic Regher couldn't contain his lewd laughter, and she opened her eyes wide 
as he thrust against the snug, rubbery opening, raising gooseflesh on her 
quivering belly and heaving breasts. 

"Oh ... ooohhh ... my God!" she coughed, dropping her head back and letting 
it flail from side to side, her helplessness and debasement still actively 
strong within her, even as her buttocks jerked and writhed at the delicious 
sensations racing wildly through her whole being. "Oooohhh...." she gasped 
further, again raising her head to gape down at his evil, distorted face. 

"Please ... oh please stop ... Don't ... don't...." she begged, the 
horrifying realization dawning upon her that the words tumbling from her 
lips were false ... for she did not want him to stop! 

And he licked on at her open wet loins while her soft white body trembled 
and spasmed uncontrollably beneath the overpowering assault at the raw nerve 
ends of her pulsating cunt; her clenched teeth, fists and determination 
could no longer do anything to hold back the wanton throes of sensual bliss 
that had seized complete domination over her. There was no fight left in her 
... he was bringing her intense rapture the likes of which she had never 
before dreamed! Her voluptuous, sensitive body had secretly cried out too 
long for fulfillment! 

"Oooohhh ... Ooohhhh, dear God! Y-Yes ... Yes...! Do it ... do it! Lick my 
cunt! Suck it ... please ... do things to me ... ooohhhh!" she moaned 
lewdly, her shamelessly aroused flesh quivering and twitching beneath his 
long, hot tongue. She raised her hips to him, her wet, squirming loins 
submitting in complete servitude. Her hands clutched at his hair as she 
cried out from the very depths of her soul, all else but the bliss of the 
moment finally obliterated from her mind as she tried to pull his face in 
tighter to the throbbing, wide-spread hole between her legs while the 
near-insane delight of lust-filled enchantment captured complete charge over 
her. 

"Godamn, you hot little bitch!" Vic Regher rasped, raising up suddenly, 
while Leslie looked dazedly upward into his leering ugly face from where she 
lay beneath him, stripped, naked and helpless in her degrading, obscene 
position. "It's fucking time now, Evie ... time to stuff that luscious cunt 
of yours with this throbbing prick of mine, eh? Yeah, Baby ... you're going 
to get the fucking of your life!: 

Reality was slowly creeping back over her, but she couldn't move; it was 
almost as if she were hypnotized, with her thighs raised and spread wide 
apart to him, her swollen breasts heaving as she breathed in short gasping 
breaths and her belly quivered and cringed while her eyes locked upon his 
long, thick cock spearing out from his hairy loins angrily. 

And then, he was crawling up over her and she started to plead once more, 
but before she could get the words out, another voice ... a feminine voice 
said: 

"That's far enough, Mr. Regher! Now, get off her before I blow another hole 
in your ass!" 

... To which, a second female sound of laughter reached her, accompanied by 
a fierce animal growl. Vic Regher swore aloud violently, fumbling to get off 
her ... and she saw Nadine Sheldon in fur coat and snow-covered boots along 
with another blonde girl that she didn't recognize and the dog, Sir 
Launcelot ... all standing there in her living room, as if they had 
materialized out of nowhere! 

"You little cunt!" Regher snarled at Nadine, taking a step toward her but 
suddenly changing his mind. 

Leslie saw the pistol in her small hand then, along with the almost sadistic 
little smirk on her lovely face. 

"That's better you bastard!" snapped Nadine and Ann Trent tittered once 
more. "There's nothing I'd enjoy more than putting a bullet right in your 
crotch, damn you! Now ... just get down on the floor and lie flat on your 
face with your arms behind you . . 

Leslie could hardly believe her eyes, and for one brief moment she thought 
she might cry, she was that happy. Yet, in her shocked surprise she had not 
moved one muscle, only remained in her obscenely spread-open position with 
her legs drawn up to her chest as if frozen there, for it had all happened 
so fast that her drugged brain could barely comprehend its meaning ... and 
then, she saw that the massive animal had moved forward and raised up with 
its forepaws on the davenport, its great head between her legs, and a new 
shudder of horror and shame rippled through her. 

In utter fear, Leslie started to lower her legs and roll from the couch, but 
when she saw the huge boxer bare his vicious teeth and heard him growl his 
warning, she dare not move, only continued to lie there with her thighs 
still spread and knees drawn up to her breasts, while the beast lowered his 
head and began sniffing at her saliva moistened vagina, his short tail 
wagging, his haunches beginning to tremble noticeably. 

"Oh! Oh my God! Help me! Somebody, help me, please...?" Leslie whimpered in 
cringing terror. 

 CHAPTER 11 

Pot had always brought with it a feeling of sadistic craving to her, just as 
she had told Ann earlier, but Nadine could never remember it being quite so 
strong as it was at that moment. Perhaps, it was because she had hit the 
weed heavier than usual that night, feeling as low as she had been before 
Ann arrived, but whatever had caused it was unimportant, only that its 
sensation was delicious, and now as she stood there looking down, watching 
her beautiful blonde girl friend truss Vic Regher up tightly with the length 
of rope they had brought, she began to unbutton her coat, anxious to remove 
it and get back to the pleasant nakedness both she and Ann had been enjoying 
when they decided on this lark. 

"You little bitch! You'll pay for this damn you!" Regher snarled as Ann 
rolled him onto his back with his arms laced securely behind him, his ankles 
bound tightly together. Wickedly, he glared up at the long-haired brunette 
who, while his dull-grey eyes spewed their venom, shed her coat and boots to 
reveal her complete lovely nudity. Then, Ann Trent did the same, she too, 
surprising him with the fact that she wore nothing beneath the coat. "You 
... you filthy little sluts!" he hissed, and although his prick had lost its 
rigidity in the rapid demoralizing events that had taken place, it began to 
lengthen once more at the sight of the two voluptuous teenagers standing 
spread-legged above him, their firm, erect breasts jutting forth in the 
proudness of youth, their tight, enticing little pussies causing his 
lecherous brain to begin a maddening whirl of lustful thoughts and visions 
over which he had no control. 

"Isn't he pretty?" Nadine taunted, taking a step forward and with the sole 
of her dainty foot she began to massage his growing organ. "Ever see one 
like that, Ann?" 

"M-My Lord, it's big!" the blonde girl replied, staring down at it in awe. ' 

"Yes ... isn't it. You know ... he made me suck it," Nadine muttered, almost 
as if she were pleasurably talking to herself, while she continued to stroke 
his massive prick into hardness with the sole of her soft, tiny foot, and 
the ugly man beneath her began to grunt carnally. 

"My God! Please? Will someone help me?" Leslie moaned on the couch. "Call 
this brute off me! Please ... hurry!" 

The girls turned in the direction of the distressed voice almost in unison, 
a near vacant expression covering each of their young pretty faces. Nadine's 
was first to assume the amused countenance as the reason for Leslie Sayer's 
fear-filled cries slowly registered in her befogged him. Her darling Lonny 
had evidently been seduced by the intriguing sight of the flaxen-haired 
girl's exposed genitals and she couldn't contain herself from laughing 
aloud. 

"Well, well ... Mrs. Sayer," Nadine said finally. "You did seem to be 
enjoying yourself when we came in ... and it seems that Lonny, lover that he 
is, doesn't want to deny you an erotic and fulfilling finale." 

Ann Trent laughed then, not only at her friend's words, but at the 
lascivious sight before them, a spectacle that also struck her as being 
quite humorous. The powerful dog was sniffing at the beautiful woman's naked 
vagina as if she were a bitch in heat! And the woman ... Leslie, Nadine had 
called her ... she was moaning in near terror as the brute's cold nose 
suddenly rubbed wetly against her tiny cringing anus. 

"My God! Please, Nadine! Call him off me, I beg you!" Leslie pleaded in her 
horror. 

"You see?" said Nadine, turning toward Ann Trent. "I told you he had a 
preference for fair-haired girls. The wonderful old lecher...." Leslie, in 
her shocked, cringing terror, couldn't believe what was taking place. Dear 
God, the two of them were standing there naked, their faces actually twisted 
in glazed lust, watching the vile, abominable things this horrible beast was 
doing to her, with obviously no intentions of helping her at all! Mother of 
Christ! What was happening? Had the whole world gone insane? 

She jerked spasmodically then, hardly daring to realize that the animal's 
tongue had snaked out to lick wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her 
snug little rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal 
ring. 

"Oh God ... Oooohhh!" she whined aloud, then, momentarily decided to try and 
squirm away, but the powerful animal raised his head, growling menacingly as 
he began to lap with greed at the narrow pink slit between her thighs. 

He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly closed 
little anus up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the tiny still 
erect bud of her clitoris. His thick tongue spread through the soft, 
fleece-sprinkled flesh like a warm knife through butter. It laved 
relentlessly between her widespread legs, pausing only sporadically to lunge 
in a curl deeply into her vaginal passage. She spasmed convulsively as she 
writhed helpless in under the dominating beast's tongue, all of the wild 
sensations she had known only a short interval before being quickly revived 
to sweep ungovernably over her once more. 

And then, all of a sudden, her fear became a secondary emotion within her, 
sensual pleasure racing to the forefront! God ... oh God! She didn't care 
anymore! It ... it was too wonderful ... to beautiful to ignore or fight 
against! Soft mewls of delight erupted from her and suddenly, she found 
herself placing her hands on the massive dog's ears bravely, and with a deep 
animalistic groan of her own, kicking her legs back further over her head, 
pulling his nose forward into her moist, throbbing vagina. 

His great tongue shot up the velvety channel to depths that Vic Regher had 
never reached, ravishing her upthrust crotch mercilessly, and she couldn't 
hold back the babbling whines of licentious delight that streamed crazily 
from her lips. 

* * * 

Ann Trent could hardly believe the spontaneous overwhelming rapture that had 
suddenly swept over Leslie Sayer. She stared jealously at the lovely girl 
who was openly giving herself to the huge dog's magnificent lovemaking. Her 
own flat little belly quivered and tingles of excitement were racing through 
her from her feverish pussy to her palpitating breasts at the salacious 
sight taking place before her. Then, she spoke, not trying to control her 
feelings. 

"Damn, I wanted him, Nade," she said poutingly. "You promised me...." 

"Oh, my precious," Nadine replied, turning to face the enchanting blonde. 
"I'm sorry, baby but it wasn't intentional, you know," she said, their eyes 
meeting in a warm, mutual exchange of passion. 

"God ... I'm so hot...." Ann whimpered, moving toward the other whose arms 
automatically opened to draw her close. 

Tenderly, Nadine's hand caressed the other's cheek with affection, while her 
dark, almond shaped eyes began to smolder. Ann's lips parted as Nadine drew 
her closer, her small hand tracing down the line of her cheek to her neck 
and along the sloping, smooth-skinned shoulder, down to the luscious young 
blonde's full, enticing breast; then, the exotic raven-haired beauty moved 
in until their lips met, gently at first, finally with fury. It was the 
detonator; their arms encircled each other, their bodies crushing tight 
together, flattening taut breasts, while their bellies began an immediate 
little undulation along with their thighs and pelvises, their breathing 
increasing as their tongues met between open lips. 

 CHAPTER 12 

Had Mike Sayer been the slightest bit cautious instead of enraged at the 
sight of Vic Regher's car parked in front of the bungalow, he would never 
have announced his presence by pounding up the steps and crashing through 
the front door. But his sudden decision to return and get straight with 
Leslie regardless of what happened to him, then to see that bastard's 
automobile parked in his yard had caused him to throw all caution aside. 

As it was, Nadine Sheldon had jumped up, having heard his approach, and was 
waiting for him behind the door with Jamey's pistol in her hand, her lovely 
eyes narrowed, her beautiful face twisted in the throes of the drug-induced, 
carnal spell she was reveling in. 

Mike was unaware of her position behind him, even after he'd slammed the 
door, for the unbelievable sight taking place in the room before him 
demanded the fullest extent of his faculties. 

Jesus Christ! There was Regher on the floor, naked, and bound hand and foot, 
his prick standing rock-hard erect like a flagpole ... and the blonde, Ann 
Trent, without a fucking stitch on ... poised on her knees watching ... 
watching his Leslie, her naked crotch completely exposed to Nadine's dog 
that was ... was ... Christ Almighty! The fucking hound was licking her cunt 
and Les looked as if she was going out of her mind! Or ... or was it he that 
was blowing his head...? 

"What the hell is happening here?" he charged, taking a quick step forward 
as if to leap on the back of Sir Launcelot. 

"Don't Darling!" Nadine ordered, causing Mike to wheel around and see her 
standing behind him, as naked as the rest, but with a menacing little pistol 
in her small hand. "I don't think Lonny would appreciate being interfered 
with right now ... nor your wife either for that matter." 

"What the...? Are you nuts?" Mike gasped in half-confused shock. "Either you 
call that godamned mutt off her, or I'll...!" 

"Darling!" Nadine interrupted him, her lovely face spreading in a salacious 
smile. "You're not going to do anything ... only join our little orgy ... 
and maybe, we'll just take up where we left off this afternoon. God, you 
were so beautiful with your stiff, handsome cock ... I want to see it again, 
Lover ... now! So ... take off your clothes!" 

Mike gawked at her in stark amazement. Christ, it was absolutely 
incredulous! Either she had flipped or she was higher than a bird on 
something ... all of them were ... and maybe he wasn't so far from being 
right at that ... the looks on their faces ... Leslie whimpered then, and he 
swung around to see Sir Launcelot raise his great head from her wildly 
throbbing vagina and begin to nudge at her with his nose, as if he were 
trying to roll her onto her stomach.... 

"Turn over! Turn over!" Ann Trent ordered. "He wants you over. Get down on 
the floor! Hurry...!" she was instructing excitedly, and to Mike's 
astonishment, Leslie was complying like some trained, drugged slave, the 
expression on her beautiful Nordic face a loose wantonness the likes of 
which he had never seen before. "Like that, like that!" exclaimed Ann Trent. 
"Raise your ass high!" And Leslie did, onto her knees as commanded, moaning 
passionately as she lifted her lovely buttocks into the air. 

Mike gulped aloud, staring in shocked awe while Leslie twisted her rounded 
white buttocks back toward the animal lasciviously, reaching with her 
slender white hands back to spread the cheeks of her ass open as if to give 
the brute full access to her tiny, puckered anus, and his brain whirled 
wildly when he saw the powerful beast's animal tongue lash wetly up and down 
through the smooth, hairless crevice, his own prick giving a desperate, 
unwanted lurch in his pants at the depraved, primeval sight. 

"I'm not fooling, Mike darling," Nadine said warningly. "Undress! We're 
going to have a party ... one great big wild party...!" 

"You're out of your mind, Nadine!" Mike snapped at her. "That bastard on the 
floor will hang you for this! Now ... listen to reason...." 

"No! No reason do I want to hear. You were right the first time," she said, 
laughing carelessly. "I'm out of my mind ... right up on cloud nine, ten, 
and any number you want ... fuck! Undress, Darling! Don't make me hurt you 
with this gun ... but I will ... I swear it, if you don't hurry...!" 

"Better listen to her, Sayer," Regher sat up from the floor, his ugly face 
caught in a twisted leer of his own. "The bitch is on grass, and just high 
enough to put a slug in you." He chuckled then. "I wouldn't want anything 
like that to happen to you, eh? Not with the plans I've got for you...." 

"You bastard!" Mike spat down at him. "If it hadn't been for you none of 
this would've happened!" 

The ugly man sniggered. "It was worth it, Sayer. That little wife of yours 
is a good fuck." 

"Y-You sonofabitch!" Mike snarled, making a lunge at the naked bound man. 

Nadine fired the small weapon toward the ceiling and its sharp report 
snapped Mike to his senses as little flakes of plaster flittered down from 
above his head. 

"Darling, you don't listen good at all," she was saying as he turned slowly 
to face her in her voluptuous nakedness, her lovely head tilted to one side, 
the little pistol still smoking in her hand. "Now, I'm going to see that you 
get help ... Ann! Come over here and undress my lover-boy ... but first, you 
better get the handcuffs out of Mr. Regher's pants-pocket. I don't believe 
we can trust these big-cocked men to keep their minds on just taking care of 
us ... so ... we'll have to look after ourselves...." 

* * * 

"Oohhh ... ooohhhhhh ... Leslie Sayer chanted while Sir Launcelot splayed 
his long thick tongue hotly through the length of her velvety split from 
behind. Then, she found herself trying to widen her knees even further in an 
effort to open the pink gap more to him. His animal tongue thrust up the 
moist coral furrow, penetrating the deep dilated passageway as it ravished 
her crotch in unceasing mounting bliss. She moaned gutturally in this never 
before ecstasy as she twisted her head and with blurred eyes thought she saw 
her Michael lying naked on the floor, his ankles tied, his arms behind him 
... and there was another nude man beside him ... Regher ... yes, it was 
Regher ... his massive prick towering in the air ... Then ... there were the 
girls ... Nadine and the blonde ... but they were engaged with each other, 
stretched out on the floor and Nadine was lying beside and half above her, 
caressing the lovely girl's full breasts ... but it was all unimportant ... 
nothing else mattered only the enchanting sensations that were taking place 
back between her upraised buttocks.... 

Suddenly, through the haze of her ever increasing passion, Leslie felt Sir 
Launcelot mount her, his soft furry body crowding in toward her trembling 
buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips in the manner of a male human. 
The beast's lashing tongue had rekindled the flame in her loins even more so 
than Vic Regher's vile ministrations, and as she turned her head she caught 
the entire reflection of their obscene depravity in the tilted mirror that 
hung behind the couch; the salacious sight of the great animal mounting the 
licentiously spread moons of her own soft rounded buttocks, plus the lurid 
reflection of Nadine and the blonde entangled in lewd lesbian love, sent 
wildly insane and lascivious sensations of lust-incited rapture racing 
through her still drug-fogged mind and body. 

She saw the image of Launcelot's unbelievable, glistening, coral penis shoot 
forth from its long fleshy scabbard, wet and hard, the tapered end slipping 
and dancing like a beveled, scarlet length of raw meat in the damp open slit 
of her cunt, and she felt his strong animal body jerk against her in his 
effort to penetrate her vagina with the pointed, thickening shaft. 

"Help him, damnit! Help him!" Nadine commanded, as both she and Ann lay 
watching in lewd fascination now, while they caressed each other's breasts 
fondly; then Ann felt Nadine's gentle hand moving magnetically down between 
her hot thighs to slip a probing index finger into the split of her crotch 
smoothly, separating the clasping, lubricated lips of her contracting cunt 
and sliding easily up into the warm receptive channel. 

With an unrestrained moan, Leslie shifted her presented round buttocks in a 
searching effort to capture the dog's ever-swelling prick, the feral tension 
within her building toward the mind-shattering stage. Oh God, she wanted the 
long slippery organ inside her! She had to have it before she went mad with 
her constantly growing need! She reached back, grasping the wet shaft and 
causing Launcelot to half-whimper, as she guided the pointed nozzle toward 
the sucking mouth of her desire-flushed cunt, and immediately he thrust, 
rammed, and thrust again, spreading her hole open wider and wider as he 
entombed his long animal cock deep up inside her hot pulsing passage. 

Nadine watched in sensuous absorption, gaping as the thick flame-hued cudgel 
slithered forward with a wet charge until it was sunk to its delicious hilt, 
knowing the ecstatic delight, while her Lonny's hairy balls swung beneath 
Leslie Sayer's damp, golden, hair-lined crotch. 

"Oh! Oh, my God!" Leslie blurted, her eyes wide and glazed as the beast 
fucked into her from behind while she stared over at Nadine's finger moving 
sleekly in and out of the blonde girl's lovely pink cunt. "Oh, oohhh, 
oooohhhhh," she grunted in heavenly relief while she began to move backwards 
rhythmically to meet Sir Launcelot's powerful, long strokes plunging deep 
into the very depths of her belly. 

* * * 

Mike Sayer discovered that he was holding, then releasing his breath 
spasmodically, as was Regher who lay secure a few feet away from him, both 
of them with raised heads and gaping eyes, watching the massive dog bucking 
frenziedly at his now moaning wife's lovely, trembling buttocks, attempting 
to skewer her onto the last remaining inches of the still growing shaft of 
his mighty, glistening prick. And to his sickened amazement, Mike felt his 
own cock jerk with unwanting lust at the depraved sight of the huge beast 
romping forward, burrowing his giant rod of animal flesh deep up into the 
squirming, clasping cunt of his helplessly kneeling Leslie. 

"Fuck! I never saw anything like that!" Vic Regher exclaimed. "Look at Evie 
... she's coming unglued!" 

"Evie...? What the hell are you talking about?" Mike questioned, although 
hardly realizing what he was saying. "The godamned brute is spreading her 
open like a pile driver!" he swore, licking at his dry lips, his prick 
suddenly lurching into a hurting rigidity as he drank in the incredulous 
bestial sight of his own beloved darling being fucked from behind with the 
ferocity that only an animal could maintain ... and Christ above, she looked 
as if she was loving it! 

"Listen ... listen to me, Sayer," Regher whispered suddenly. "You know I've 
got no use for you ... and I'm not going to lie about that. But ... but 
unless we do something, or at least try to, these doped kids may well kill 
us...! They're that far out on pot right now ... and who the hell knows what 
else!" 

"I-I hear you, Regher," Mike whispered back, yet unable to take his eyes 
from the debauched sight of his own Leslie, whom, he loved with all his 
heart, being ravished by a brutal animal. Christ in heaven! He still 
couldn't believe it! And never in all the times he had made love to her, had 
he ever seen such wanton expressions of ecstasy so completely distorting her 
beautiful face. God, how he loved her! And if they ever came out of this 
alive, he'd tell her every last detail about himself ... then, fall on his 
knees and beg her forgiveness ...! 

"We've got to make some kind of stab at getting-free," Regher said, cutting 
Mike's thoughts short. "Start inching toward me and I'll do the same," he 
whispered. "Maybe, you can get at these knots...." 

"Go to hell!" Mike hissed. "Helping you would be no better than giving Satan 
a hand, damn you. You're a rat, Regher! I don't trust you...!" 

"I'll destroy the tape and pictures ... leave you alone, Sayer. I swear I 
will. Christ, do it for my Evie, if not me...." 

"Your Evie? What the hell ... who are you talking about...?" 

"Her! Jesus, Sayer, that's my wife that godamned dog is raping! Don't you 
understand...?" 

Mike twisted his neck to stare at the ugly man's confused face. He had only 
to see his troubled eyes to know that something weird had happened to his 
mental capacities. Christ, he thought that Leslie was his wife...."Well?" 
Regher probed? "Will you...?" 

"Damn you, listen to me ... see if you trust this!" Regher said angrily. "I 
know why you came here. You're looking for your sister, Shelly Granger. 
Hell, don't act so shocked, I know everything about you since the moment you 
left the orphanage ... and I've got a damn good idea what happened to her 
... and why." 

"H-How would you know that?" Mike questioned under his breath, watching the 
other's half-grinning face. 

"That ... that's a long story, Sayer ... but Nadine Sheldon's father, Cal 
Sheldon, had an affair with my wife, Evie ... yeah ... he did ... and I 
traced her here. He ... he was carrying on with your sister, too, when I hit 
Parksburg, even though Shelly Granger was shacking with Halo ... Christ, 
man, there isn't time to go into it all now! You've got to trust me...!" 

He didn't know what he was saying; his brain was a mass of confusion, Mike 
reasoned. Something was wrong with him mentally . . 

"Fuck, you fool! If we don't get out of this it isn't going to make a hell 
of a lot of difference! W-We've got to help Evie there!" he rasped angrily. 

It was Nadine who crawled toward them on hands and knees, smiling stupidly, 
her luscious, full breasts hanging and swinging beautifully with the effort. 

'So...?" she questioned, her lovely eyes deeply glazed with the effects of 
the marijuana. "Just what's all the whispering about?" 

She had paused, kneeling back to rest her delightful round full buttocks on 
her calves beside Mike, and he couldn't help but gape up hungrily at her 
magnificently thrusting breasts with their marble-like nipples. 

"Look, Nadine ... for God's sake, you're only making it worse for yourself 
this way," Mike said, trying to instill sense in her. "Sooner or later, 
you'll have to let us go ... or kill us...." 

"That's right, Darling," she replied, slowly reaching out her hand to grasp 
his swollen prick. "And it would certainly be a shame to put an end to such 
a handsome cock as yours." Mike gasped aloud as her small hand encircled his 
rigid, now aching shaft. He couldn't help but watch as she began to 
manipulate the heavy outer foreskin up and down, squeezing gently, drawing 
the thick prepuce as high as it would go, then downward until the purplish, 
rubbery head was exposed in all its nakedness, its skinned-back hood tugging 
and forcing the glans to pulsate, the effort pumping tiny droplets of viscid 
white fluid from the split at its tip, and as he watched, she bent down, 
flicked out her tongue and licked them away. 

"Shit!" Mike gasped. 

Nadine laughed cutely. "Mmmmmmmm," she hummed. "It is a beautiful prick, 
Darling, and I love it ... but...." 

"But what?" Vic Regher snarled. 

"Go to hell!" she spat, looking over at the other angrily. 

"You killed 'em, didn't you?" Regher accused. "You murdered Shelly Granger 
because she was fucking your father! Isn't that right, bitch? You saw them 
in the woods ... saw them naked and fucking like a couple of wild animals 
... and you went out of your mind ... or were you high on drugs? Isn't that 
so, bitch? Isn't it?" 

"Godamn you!" Nadine hissed through clenched teeth at him, the blood 
draining from her face at the memory of her father and Shelly Granger in the 
woods. Then, she began to crawl toward the ugly faced man. "Oh ... Oh God, 
how I hate you! You filthy, vile, monster-faced, fuck of a man!" 

"But I'm right, aren't I? Aren't I, cunt? You killed Shelly Granger just as 
you killed my wife! Tell the truth! Now! Didn't you? Didn't you?" 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Godamn you, yes!" she screamed the lie, only wishing it 
were true, her mouth hanging loose as she deliberately spread her thighs 
wild and crawled up over the prostrate man, suddenly clutching at his 
massively erect cock and grabbing it in both hands; then, as Mike stared in 
utter disbelief, she took the huge rod of flesh and began to rub its angry 
looking head into the open, pink moist flesh of her flowering slit, her 
thighs spread wider still as she straddled him above his crotch, and with a 
sudden, earth-shattering lunge, she drove her tight cunt down over the ugly 
spearing lance. 

"Aaauuuuuggggghhhhhh!" Mike heard her gasp from the very depths of her soul, 
while his eyes remained glued on the enormously thick, long cudgel plunging 
up into the youthful depths of her tight vagina, his mind hardly 
comprehending the possibility of such an entry. 

Good Christ! She'd tear herself apart on his elephantine prick! He'd 
pulverize her delicate insides! Damn! He had to do something! Regher, too, 
was out of his mind! Futilely, he struggled, getting to his knees ... but 
his ankles were tied and he wore Regher's handcuffs, shackling his wrists 
from behind.... 

"You murdering little slut!" Regher snarled insanely, thrusting his loins 
upward brutally, his bloodless lips drawn back from his teeth as he stared 
through demented, lust-inflamed eyes at the beautiful young girl who was 
plunging her cunt up and down madly on his stone-hard, expanded prick. Yes 
... yes! She'd murdered his Evie ... just as she'd murdered Shelly Granger 
... and just as she would kill him unless he killed her first! 

"I'll fuck you to death!" Nadine screamed down at him. "I'll pump your balls 
so dry you'll go mad! And if that doesn't kill you, I'll cut them off! 
Ooohhhh...! You filthy bastard! Ram me with that big cock! I've got to have 
it! Deep! Deep! Godamn you, fuck! Fuck...!" 

* * * 

The effect of the marijuana had driven Ann Trent to a stage she had never 
before experienced. So far in her young life, sex had been beautiful and 
fulfilling, with both her Daddy and her brother Donnie, not to mention the 
wonderful, loving cock of her magnificent Greg Wilcox whom she thought she 
might one day marry, and once, even her Mom had licked her cunt ... but 
there was something prodding her this night that she feared she could never 
satisfy. Her pussy felt as if it were aflame with never before desire, and 
although she had been fucked in every orifice of her tender young body, she 
wished beyond reason that there were cocks that could find new openings in 
her, and that all of them were doing it simultaneously. 

Memories of when she had been fucked in triplicate at the same time at 
Terncliff flooded her and her belly quivered with insatiable desire. She had 
laid there watching Leslie Sayer's face transformed into a myriad of 
ecstatic grimaces as Launcelot fucked into her ... watched her until she was 
certain she couldn't stand it any longer without knowing some relief ... And 
then, she saw Mike Sayer half-crawling, half rolling toward her. She raised 
her eyes only briefly to see that Nadine was enjoying herself on that 
horrible man's horrendous cock. Damn her! She'd deserted her ... left her 
alone to fend for herself. Well, she could ... she could! 

"Listen ... Ann ... Ann? Find the key in Regher's clothes and unlock these 
handcuffs! Hurry!" Mike said. "Over there, Ann! His clothes are over 
there...!" 

But she hardly heard him. Her eyes were fixed upon his elongated prick that 
was wobbling like a limber fish pole as he inched his way toward her, and 
she squirmed around to grasp it. 

"Oh ... you darling! It's beautiful! It looks just like Daddy's ... big, 
long and fat! I want it!" she gasped, scrambling about, pulling at him as if 
to place him in the proper position while he gaped at the spectacular beauty 
of her voluptuous body in its efforts, at the same time trying to plead with 
her to listen to him. 

But she didn't! Instead, Mike found himself with his ankles untied and 
spread apart before his Leslie's face, and Ann Trent was straddled over him 
with her back to him, her white rounded, beautiful young buttocks poised 
above his enraged cock! He started to speak but got nowhere. The lovely 
young blonde had clutched his prick and was working its rubbery head into 
the tiny, gaping mouth of her asshole! 

Mike wanted to struggle, but he couldn't. The very idea of what she was 
doing was too much for him. The lust derived from the mere sight of her hand 
manipulating his rock-hard cockhead into the tiny puckered hole of her anus 
... manipulating her breathtaking buttocks the way she was ... squirming her 
tight young asshole down onto his throbbing shaft ... all of it was too 
much! And then ... she was working her ass with undulated movements down 
onto his pulsating cock, absorbing it right up into the tight, velvety, 
constricting depths of her back channel! 

"Oh ... ooohhhh ... oooohhhhhh!" she cried aloud in obvious pain-pleasure. 
"Daddy! Daaddddyyyyyy! Fuck my ass, Darling! Let me lay back ... yes ... yes 
... and you fuck my ass, Daddy, darling!" 

Mike couldn't cope with what was taking place. He lay back flat with the 
lovely physical presence of her on top of him, his aching rod thrust to its 
entirety up the beautiful blonde girl's asshole ... beyond any 
extracurricular sexual quest he had ever dreamed of ... and he'd had nothing 
to do with it! Shit! He was going to lose his mind! Even knowing the truth 
now ... about Shelly ... about Regher ... about the whole fucking world ... 
he was lost! Fuck, he was lost! His loins were hammering in their desire for 
release! He might lose his mind! And ... and Leslie! There she was ... 
Christ almighty, there she was! Getting fucked to death by a dog! She was 
losing her wits, too! Her face ... his beautiful Leslie ... he loved her ... 
she was going wild ... oh ... oh, shit ... it was all too much! 

* * * 

Leslie hung as if suspended on an imaginary level of unbelievable bliss. At 
first, the vicious invasion had nearly blinded her with the unexpected agony 
of the massive shaft bursting into her, pushing the velvety, resistant flesh 
of her tight vaginal passage before it, until in seconds he had thundered it 
in its entirety inside the warm constricting depths of her channel. And as 
he continued to piston into the softness of her upthrust buttocks, she could 
feel his animal balls swing hard in taunting rhythm against the quivering 
bud of her clitoris. She was impaled to the hilt on his ever growing cock 
and suddenly reveling masochistically in its bestial possession of her 
needing cunt. 

She breathed a moan from her lust-contorted mouth and she began to move in 
tempo backward to meet Launcelot's superb, panting thrusts. His forelegs 
clung to her rounded white hips like powerful furry arms and she undulated 
her body, rotating her buttocks in lewd, concentric circles, abandoning 
herself to the ecstatic pleasure of the animal-fucking this beautiful dog 
was pounding into her from behind. She wished she could see it better ... 
clearer than the mirror's reflection was affording her ... see it up close 
as it disappeared inside her, but she had to be content with adding 
visionary pictures, and the mere thought of their unnatural coupling sent 
licentious exultation soaring through her maddened aroused body. In the 
mirror, she saw her large, taut breasts dancing tightly beneath her 
writhing, perspiring torso, moving in cadence with the delightful, 
rampaging, animal prick that continued to grow, grow, grow ... ever growing 
inside her entire cuntal passage to her belly. She visualized it sliding 
deeper, deeper into the forever stretched mouth of her clasping cunt from 
behind, a relentless, steaming rod of shimmering flesh lunging into her. 

* * * 

It dawned upon Ann Trent very suddenly that she was anything but sadistic 
... masochistic, yes, but never sadistic. She had never given it thought 
before, but at that very moment she realized that she was wallowing 
obscenely in the pleasure of her self-administered subjugation, raising and 
lowering her wide split young buttocks almost to the tip of Mike Sayer's 
heavy prick, then thrusting back down to drive the heavy cudgel deep up into 
her back channel all the way into her warm tingling belly, the blunt 
intrusion of his swollen cock vibrating through every fibre of her being, 
pushing the soft, spongy flesh inside of her unbelievably stretched anal 
passage in great waves of wild pleasurable pain before it, filling her 
backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the stump of a 
tree, while with her left hand she reached down between her spread thighs to 
his bloating, sperm-filled balls to caress and squeeze them. And with the 
right hand she dipped her fingers into the throbbing golden fleece of her 
pubic hair, and beyond into the opened tight slit of her moist cunt, feeling 
it palpitate against their tips. With a groan she sunk one middle finger 
deep into the viscous dampened mouth. Her breathing came in gasps at the 
added sensation and she could feel his massive cock through the thin wall 
separating her vagina and back channel, slipping in and out of her as she 
raised and lowered her hips. But the fire in her youthful loins increased 
until her pussy demanded more than the single finger trying to sate its lewd 
hunger. She inserted another and yet another, cramming them into the 
moistness of her seething tight vagina in rhythm with Mike's huge prick that 
she herself was fucking into her delighted anal passage. 

Oh ... oohhhh! I'm fucking myself with his wonderful cock driving like a 
battering ram up my ass ... with my fingers buried in my cunt! And I'm doing 
it all to myself ... completely and helplessly impaled ... my tits are 
throbbing like his beautiful balls so bloated and pulsing in my hand ... oh 
... oohhhh, it's so wonderful ... wonderful! Daddy ... Daddy ... Daddy! 

* * * 

In his lifetime many lustful events had taken place, Vic Regher reasoned, 
and he had been the perpetrator of most, if not all of them, but this was 
the first time he had ever been raped by a voluptuous teenager ... an exotic 
lovely filled with vengeance, who obviously hated him and undoubtedly 
intended to kill him ... once she'd had her fill of his aching, rock-hard 
cock. And that she was getting as she leered down at him with an 
unbelievably warped expression on her beautiful young face, clenching her 
buttocks tight while she rode almost savagely up and down his long, thick 
rod, and he could feel the lubricating fluids from the vibrant walls of her 
tight vagina soaking his prick warmly as she swallowed up every fraction of 
it with a muscularly sucking action that drew painfully at the lining of his 
balls. Cruelly, she leaned forward, her firm full tits bouncing and 
thrusting with the motion, and dug her long nails into his muscular breasts, 
twisting at the tiny nipples, then clawing and raking his chest into raw 
little furrows until the blood trickled from them. 

"You sadistic little bitch!" he spat up at her. "You're going to have to 
kill me, because if I ever get free...!" 

"You won't, damn you!" Nadine hissed down at him through bared teeth. "This 
is your last fuck, Mr. Regher! You're never going to hurt anyone else! I 
promise you that! But first ... first, I'm going to drain, squeeze and milk 
every last drop of sperm from your filthy balls ... like this...!" and she 
reached back and down between his legs to cup his swollen sac with one small 
white hand, cupping it, then slowly closing her fingers around it in an ever 
tightening vise-like grip while simultaneously she pounded her widespread 
lush white buttocks insanely, driving his massive prick frantically up into 
her seemingly insatiable cunt. 

Regher felt the excruciating pain race through his loins to his belly and he 
blurted aloud his agony as she ground his testicles against one another 
fiendishly, the depraved expression of sadomasochistic ecstasy completely 
transforming the youthful beauty of her face to that of some evil witch out 
of the dark ages; yet, even in his torment, he couldn't help but raised his 
head to watch his huge cock push and pull at the pink, ragged lips of the 
hairlined cunt between her straddling legs, the tiny coral flanges of its 
inner legs clasping hungrily around his glistening shaft as it disappeared 
deep up her salaciously clasping young hole. 

"L-Listen ... listen, maybe we can make a deal," he tried, straining against 
his bonds beneath him as he desperately if uselessly tried to free his arms, 
tears dribbling down his distorted cheeks from the pain she had caused him. 
"I-I'm the only one who knows about Shelly Granger ... or my wife...." 

"Ha! There'll be no deals, Mr. Regher!" Nadine choked, her head beginning to 
toss back and forth as she felt the mounting pressure in her excited loins 
begin to build. "No ... no deals ... nothing only this ... right now! Fuck 
... fuck, damn you! Fuck or I'll tear your balls right out with my bare 
hands! Ram me! Harder ... harderrr!" 

* * * 

In her half-drugged state, Leslie no longer felt human. She was a quivering 
mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be subjugated. She was 
reveling in the humiliation of being fucked by this splendid panting beast 
and she ground her buttocks back against his hairy, hammering body like 
another animal. Never ... never had there ever been anything like this! It 
was sheer ecstasy ... and ... and there before her lay her Mike, naked, with 
the lovely blonde girl on her back on top of him, her beautiful white long 
legs spread wide and drawn back to her full, erect breasts ... so that her 
golden, hair-lined cunt was completely exposed to her ... and ... and Mike's 
long, hard cock was shoved right up her asshole ...! 

The beautiful girl's tight young pussy looked up at her invitingly, its long 
pink slit trailing down to her buttocks where Leslie could see Mike's 
wonderful cock splitting them ... holding them apart ... its thick length 
buried to the hilt up her obscenely stretched anus, and her husband's heavy 
balls pulsated before her. Something unbelievably possessive surged through 
her and she couldn't, had she wanted to, contain herself as she nuzzled her 
face downward and into the soft, sweet-smelling cunt before her face, while 
the wild sensations continued race over and permeate her whole lust-filled 
being. She started her tongue from the tip of Mike's balls, taunting the 
exposed half-inch of the underside of his prick not yet swallowed into her, 
through her quivering and open cunt and upward, finally sucking the inner 
lips and clitoris into her mouth simultaneously. 

Ann Trent had never stopped raising her hips and plunging them up and down 
Mike's plundering cock, and as she continued the action she pressed her 
moist pussy that had flowered open with her splayed legs against Leslie's 
wildly sucking mouth. Furiously, Leslie lashed her tongue about the sweet, 
delicious tasting cunt, her own yet unsated passion mounting and 
mounting.... 

* * * 

Mike Sayer had given up trying to fathom the basic reason that had set off 
the whole debauched orgy, or how in God's name he could bring it to an end; 
he had only to look at the expression of wantonness on his beloved Leslie's 
face to know that even if he could, to interfere with the animal fucking she 
was getting would be to drive her out of her mind. She had to climax, to be 
truly fulfilled for the first time in her life, or she'd be forever sexually 
lost ... but Oh God, how he wished it was his cock that was going to bring 
her that moment of rapture ... And Christ almighty, she was licking Ann 
Trent's cunt ... going right out of her mind ... just as he himself was 
losing all control! 

He couldn't contain the groans of pleasure escaping him as he felt the warm 
soft flesh of Ann's flattened, full buttocks pressing tightly against his 
loins. He thrust upward with her every down stroke, into the tightly 
puckered, obscenely stretched mouth of her back passage; his eyes locked on 
his hardened shaft disappearing into the tight, wide-stretched pink oval 
opening between the twin white mounds of her quivering, self-punished 
buttocks. He moaned again and watched her raise off from it, gaped with 
bated breath at the tender coral flesh pulling out with it and then being 
thrust inside as she slammed her ass down upon his prick once more. His 
breathing increased, incited by the lewd, lascivious spectacle, and suddenly 
she began to squirm and writhe upon its lengthy interment in a rolling 
cadence that made her cunt more available to his Leslie's sucking mouth, and 
he felt the sudden grumbling in his balls announcing the beginning of the 
end as his cock-head began to throb violently deep up inside the warm 
clasping channel of her rectum.... 

* * * 

Ann Trent had watched Leslie Sayer as if hypnotized, her long fingers 
pummeling her own moist, dilated pussy as the beautiful flaxen-haired girl's 
husband thrust his long thick cock beautifully up her ass in the same manner 
that Daddy did, while her eyes remained fixed on Leslie's contorted face, 
sensually enraptured by the absolutely magnificent fucking Launcelot was 
rendering her from behind. She watched the Nordic beauty's lovely, taut 
breasts dancing and swaying beneath her writhing body, keeping tempo with 
the dog's lust-hardened cock skewering deeper and deeper into her from the 
rear, a merciless piston of glistening animal flesh sinking to its full 
depth far up into her soft white belly. 

Then, Leslie had lowered her head meaningfully, moving her face downward 
toward her tingling pussy, and Ann had entwined her fingers in the long 
silken hair, pressing the beautiful desire-filled face in toward her 
genitals, immediately feeling Leslie's smooth and hot, wet tongue, of its 
own volition, begin to lick the moist velvety flesh of her cunt ... the 
roundness of her soft flesh sucking feverishly at her clitoris ... the 
length of her tongue darting up into her vagina to slash, swirl and lave ... 
hot breaths coming in tight gasps against her flushed, sensitive cuntal 
flesh as she rotated her buttocks and crotch furiously on Mike's impaling 
cock, just as Leslie was grinding her ass back against the animal shaft 
fucking wildly into her. 

The lewd, erotic sight was more than Ann could bear to watch any longer; her 
climax was about to erupt inside her from the beautiful mouthing of her cunt 
that Leslie was administering, along with the ever growing and sodomizing 
prick that was now pulsing furiously in the depths of her delighted rectum. 
She threw back her head against Mike's chest, wailing deeply as the bubble 
burst and waves of pleasure raced through her loins and belly, causing her 
legs to jerk out spasmodically on either side of Leslie's lovely head buried 
hard in her erupting loins. 

She heard Mike choke out a gasping oath beneath her and felt his pumping rod 
begin spewing its white hot load deep up into her bowels in jets of fiery 
sperm that splashed obscenely around inside her, while Leslie began to utter 
muffled whimpers. Suddenly, Leslie raised her entranced face and Ann Trent 
saw her glazed eyes grow round and wide as she began to moan. 

"Ooohhh ... oooohhhhhh, my God, I'm ... I'm going to, I think! Some ... 
something is happening! Yes ... yes! I-I'm going to cum! I am ... God 
Almighty! I am! Ooooohhhhh ... now ... ooohhh ... I'm cuummiiinnnggg...!" 
Leslie wailed, until her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh, 
her head twisting from side to side, her long flaxen hair flailing wildly as 
she began the first delightful spasms of orgasm, screwing her smooth, 
rounded buttocks back hard onto the thickening, driving animal cock with 
abandoned frenzy. 

Ann could see in the tilted wall mirror the reflection of Sir Launcelot's 
tongue hanging loosely from the mouth of his great head, panting and 
dripping its saliva onto the smooth white flesh of Leslie's back while he 
fucked into the salaciously undulating buttocks with feral fury. Then, 
Leslie shrieked once more, slamming her ass back against the dog prick with 
a frantic jerk as simultaneously he thrust forward and his massively swollen 
cock began to squirt its hot animal sperm up into her belly in long, hard 
issues. Again, Leslie screamed, and her buttocks began to contract 
convulsively while both Ann and Mike watched the mirror to see the 
combination human-animal, thick, white orgasmic liquid nearly explode from 
the swollen lips of her tight cunt that was still clasping and squeezing 
Launcelot's long, thick prick, thin rivulets of the sticky, white fluid 
running down the satiny white columns of her soft inner thighs in gushes.... 

But it was Vic Regher's vile oaths that caused Mike to crane his neck as his 
prick deflated in Ann Trent's still hungrily sucking rectum, and he saw the 
ugly man's twisted face as Nadine continued to ride him like a naked female 
savage on a saddle less horse. He was obviously in the throes of orgasm; his 
thrusting, jerking hips and hollowing lean buttocks were the proof, while 
Nadine was screaming down at him and raking her nails insanely in the 
hair-covered flesh of his chest. 

"No! No! Not yet, damn you! Not yet!" she shrieked. "I'll kill you, damn 
you! I'll kill you if you cum before I'm ready...!" 

And she probably would have if the door hadn't burst open when it did, with 
Chief David Archer leading the way, three of the officers behind him. But 
the sad, heart-tugging part was the sight of Nadine Sheldon being dragged 
off the bloodied probation officer; she had completely lost all sense of 
reason, becoming a near maniac in her climactic denial.... 

God almighty, Mike thought sickeningly, the poor, exotic girl ... she'd 
never be the same again.... 

 CHAPTER 13 

The appearance of the police at the bungalow had more than surprised Mike a 
little bit. But once everyone was finally freed and allowed to dress, Chief 
Archer explained. Some kids ice skating up on the quarry pond had been 
frightened half-out of their minds by a girl's face with flaming red hair 
that had suddenly appeared beneath the surface of the ice, and had called 
them. 

It hadn't been necessary to tell Mike who it was; he knew. It was Shelly, 
his own lovely, hare-brained sister, and although Chief Archer insisted that 
he couldn't be sure, it looked as if she'd met with foul play, but he 
couldn't be certain to what extent. Because of the coldness of the 
spring-fed pond even in summer, the body was not too badly decomposed, and 
undoubtedly they would be able to tell more after an autopsy, even though 
she had been dead some months according to the coroner's preliminary report. 

The chief had come to the bungalow to advise him, inasmuch as he was the 
caretaker of the estate and the pond was part of Jamey's property. What he'd 
discovered once inside had been a complete surprise. He had knocked several 
times and when no one answered, had tried the door, certain that he had 
heard sounds inside, and Mike was thankful that he had. 

There was more, two hours of it in fact, while the chief talked to each one 
of them, individually, with the exception of Nadine who had been taken off 
raving to a hospital. Naturally, the pictures that Vic Regher had managed 
were confiscated, but Chief Archer was quick to add that due to what he had 
found, and deducing what had obviously happened, such material wouldn't mean 
very much as evidence. Regher, it seemed had been under surveillance for 
some time; the body of his wife had been discovered in a ravine near a small 
town in Delaware several months past. She had been murdered, choked to 
death, but there was no proof that Regher had anything to do with it. There 
had also been numerous complaints of his taking advantage of parolees and 
probationers under his jurisdiction ... especially from their wives. On top 
of that, his army record showed a history of cruelty and mental problems for 
which he was placed in a service hospital where he spent nine months before 
being medically discharged. He would be taken care of in the proper manner, 
with the necessary medical help that he needed. 

And then, finally it was over. Mike had been allowed to stay on at the 
estate, released on his own cognizance. 

"I ... I know how it is, Sayer," David Archer said at the door. "Once ... a 
similar situation happened to me ... and my wife." He walked onto the small 
porch and Mike followed him. "When do you .expect Halo back from Arizona?" 

"Any day now. They should be finished shooting the series," Mike advised. 

"We'll have to talk to him," Chief Archer said. "He was in Parksburg at the 
time of the girl's disappearance ... although, it looks like her death and 
Cal Sheldon's suicide might be linked someway ... but time will prove that 
out. I'm sorry, Sayer, her being your sister and all. You'll have to come 
down tomorrow and make positive identification...." 

"I understand," Mike said. Chief...? What'll happen to Ann Trent?" 

"Ann...? Nothing," Archer replied without looking at him. "I know her 
parents ... good people. He's president of Parksburg Paper Mills ... fine 
family. But ... but I'm going to slap her wrists on this pot business ... 
see if I can throw a scare into her." 

"And ... and Nadine?" 

David Archer shrugged, wagging his head sadly. "I don't know. Think she's a 
little sick, don't you?" 

"Maybe ... yes, maybe. I guess she has reason though ... with that old man 
of hers committing suicide, maybe murdering my sister." David Archer snapped 
his craggy face in his direction quickly. "We don't know that, Sayer. We 
can't be sure of anything yet. Regher insists that Nadine confessed that she 
killed her...." 

"I know, but that's ridiculous. I heard all of that, but I don't believe 
it," Mike said. "Regher was harassing her ... trying to force her to say 
those things, and she was just wild and high enough to-- 

"Okay, okay, Sayer," the young handsome police chief waved his hands. That's 
enough for tonight. Just between you and me, I think you better get back 
inside and look after that wife of yours. She's a beautiful girl ... reminds 
me of my wife ... and I think she needs you after what's happened ... if I'm 
any judge." 

"Yeah," Mike replied, remembering that he'd left Leslie sitting on the couch 
sipping coffee. And ... and thanks, Chief." 

Archer nodded. "I'll be contacting you," he said, walking down the steps. 
Then, he gazed up at the cold, dark heavens. "Looks as if it might be 
conjuring up a storm ... good bedtime weather...." 

* * * 

In the warmth of their bed, Mike stretched out his arm and Leslie rolled 
toward him, snuggling close habitually as he embraced her, still lying on 
his back in the darkness. He felt her smooth-skinned leg move up over him 
and her arm encircle his middle. It was the position they always assumed 
before sleep. 

"Mike...? 

"...Yes?" 

"W-Why ... why didn't you tell me about yourself ... that you had a sister 
... about the orphanage and all?" she whispered. 

For a moment, he didn't answer. "I ... I was afraid . .-. afraid of losing 
you, I guess," he said softly, his eyes staring ceilingward in the darkness. 
"But ... I was wrong, Les ... wrong. You see ... I loved you so much ... so 
much...." 

"Loved? Don't you still love me, Darling?" she probed, partially under her 
breath. 

"L-Love you? Damn, Les, I can't begin...." 

"I wouldn't blame you if you didn't! Not after tonight!" She blurted 
suddenly, and for the first time since he'd known her, Mike thought he felt 
hot tears dribbling against his breast. 

"Hey, Baby ... you're crying!" he said softly. 

"Yes ... yes, thank God. Isn't it wonderful?" 

"Christ, yes! It is wonderful ... and you were wonderful out there with that 
godamned hound! Damnit, I was never so friggin' jealous in my life!" he 
admitted, feeling her shiver against him. "That lousy hound really gave it 
to you, didn't he? You were right out of your mind...." 

"Honest, Darling? Were you jealous?" she questioned, raising her head and he 
knew she was looking down at him in the darkness. 

I-I was never so fucking jealous in my life, if you want to know the truth!" 
he said, running his hand over her resilient, warm firm breast. 

"You ... you know that I did, don't you ... for the first time?" 

"Hell, yes! You exploded like an earthquake," said Mike, caressing her 
breast and tweaking at its hardening nipple. 

"It was beautiful, Darling . . 

"That wasn't difficult to see," he said, smoothing his other hand down over 
her warm, lush buttock. "Now, how're you ever going to put up with me?" 

"Try me, Lover. Oh ... try me!" she half gasped into his face, her sweet 
breath near intoxicating him. 

"You mean it?" Mike hissed, feeling his prick give a wild start. 

"What do you think?" 

"I ... I think ... you better suck it, first!" And then, she was kissing him 
wantonly, his lips, his eyes, his whole face. "Oh ... Oh, Darling ... I 
thought you'd never ask me," she whispered with her lips brushing his own. 
"But ... but only on one condition, Lover...? "What's that?" 

She tittered lightly, lovingly. "That we keep Sir Launcelot here now that 
Nadine's gone...." Excitedly, he jerked her down tight against him and felt 
her lush breasts flattening against his chest, his cock elongating into a 
swelling hardness as he realized the depths of her words. It was going to be 
a very, very fulfilling and understanding marriage after all ... he felt 
certain of it ... Then, he ran his hands down her slightly delineated ribs 
toward her hips and her round, full enticing buttocks, while he felt her own 
slipping downward toward his growing shaft, and her tiny, moist warm tongue 
slid between his lips into his mouth.... 


THE END
