﻿The Brother-In-Law
by Winston McElroy
(SE-241)   


Chapter 1 

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 3 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 4 

NORMAN WELLS, ON THE MACKENZIE RIVER 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 5 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Novlik answered with a quick swish of his thick tail. 

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

Chapter 6 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ninety? I brought all my winter clothes!" 

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

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

* * * 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 7 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Animal?" Ginny looked puzzled. 

"Animal is right, sweetie," exclaimed Flo. 

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 8 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 9 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 10 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean?" Ginny whispered loudly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 11 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like it, baby?" he grinned. 

She didn't answer. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Beg me, bitch! Beg me!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 12 

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

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

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

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

Still no sign of recognition from Arnie. 

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

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

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

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

* * * 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, my God, no! No! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, it was unbelievable! 

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 13 

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

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

Dear Fred, 

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

Love, 

Ginny 

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

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

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

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


THE END
