SE-457  Prowl Car Girl
(Paula Dunbar)


FOREWORD 

Sex can be a varied and heterogeneous affair, with as much mystery, passion, 
and heartache as the human mind can devise. Keeping this truth firmly before 
her, authoress Carlotta Graham has written a monumental novel which weaves 
the question of sexual morality into the tapestry of conflicting emotions 
and desires. Prowl Car Girl lifts the lid off the boiling pot of lusts, 
exposing to the reader the problems which can beset those of our society who 
are not-cannot-be judged as normal in their pursuits. In doing so, this 
novel brings to light their ways of disguising themselves from discovery, 
even self-discovery. 

For a human to desire an animal physically is this a depraved sin, a crime 
against nature, or merely another way of enjoying sex? Lovely Lonnie Winston 
must finally face this thought-provoking and emotionally upsetting question 
when she finds herself drawn to her police dog instead of a male human 
being. Whether her ultimate decision and the final explosive conclusion to 
her story are Right or Wrong is a matter of discussion; whether she wins or 
loses is an ethical hurdle the reader must clear for himself. But the 
situation of this dedicated public servant fighting to preserve her private 
dignity is a situation well worth pondering, and the author spares no detail 
to frankly and clearly present it in all its implications. He confirms the 
necessity for a basic trust in our institutions, and for us to have the firm 
conviction that the police are fundamentally people first and foremost. 

Delve with us now into the strange tale hidden in the heart and mind of 
Lonnie Winston. Know the nameless terrors of which she dare not speak.... 

-The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

The police cruiser crossed the railroad tracks and turned left on Harrison 
Avenue. It moved slowly, almost idly, along the wide, tree-lined street and 
up the gradually ascending hill of the fashionable Embassy district. There 
was no particular need for hurry or caution, this being a very quiet 
neighborhood in very quiet Butte City, on a very quiet summer's night. It 
merely drifted along, keeping an eye out. 

The cruiser was a tan sedan with Butte City's crest on the front door, and 
POLICE painted on the back door, hood, and deck lid. There was a large red 
spotlight on the top of the car, a tall, sturdy radio antenna at the rear, 
and a chromed siren mounted on the right front fender. Otherwise it was a 
stock Ford, except for the screen mounted behind the front seat and the lack 
of handles in the back. 

Sitting in back was a dog. The dog's name was Brutus, and he was a specially 
trained German Shepherd, answering only to one master with the obedience of 
a slave. He was not a killer, as K-9 Corps dogs are trained to be, but was 
sleek and strong and fearless, and would kill if necessary on command. 
Brutus was a guard dog, and would "guard" his master unquestioningly, even 
at home, for Brutus lived with his master just as his six brothers lived 
with their respective police masters. It was a very intimate relationship 
between man and animal, as it had to be, and in this instance, the man was a 
woman. 

Driving the cruiser was Sergeant Sam Palmer. He was tall and muscular and in 
his early thirties. He had the broad shoulders, narrow hips, flat stomach, 
and the tanned, healthy complexion of a man who had always prided himself in 
keeping at top physical condition. His hair was a little too dark to be 
called true blond, and he had large, piercing blue eyes in a lean, 
high-cheekboned face. His mouth was possibly a little too generous, but his 
chin was square and firm. 

He yawned and flexed his shoulders, turning to his partner and Brutus' 
master. "Dull as dishwater tonight, Lonnie," he said. 

Lonnie Winston rode next to him, and when he spoke, she was watching out the 
window as the fancy mansions gradually passed by. The glass was rolled down, 
and she could smell the sweet fragrance of summer in the air, a warmth which 
could not be dulled by the breeze which stirred among the many hedges, 
trees, and shrubs of the expensive property around her. She glanced up at 
the cloudless sky which was illuminated by an opalescent moon in its second 
quarter, then turned her face to smile at Sam Palmer. 

"Always is on Tuesday, Sam. Especially after midnight." 

"What time is it?" 

She looked at her wristwatch. "A little after one." 

"You want to start your patrol now?" 

"In a few minutes." 

Sam searched Lonnie's face for a moment. The policewoman was wearing the 
same tan uniform as he, except that she had on a modestly chic pleated skirt 
instead of his regulation trousers. She wore a wide leather belt and 
holster, and in the holster was a .38 revolver, and pinned to her high, full 
breast was a five-pointed star. The badge was bright silver, and in the 
occasional winks of moonlight, it reflected with an almost iridescent 
quality like a burnished nipple. Her long brunette hair was turned under at 
the ends, the bangs failing to cover her wide forehead completely, and they 
were ragged but very attractive. 

Her eyes, which met Sam's and held them, were nearly as dark as her hair and 
had a greenish tinge to them. Her face was just a trifle too long to be 
considered beautiful in the classic sense, and possibly her generously 
formed mouth was a bit too large. But she was the picture of sultry 
femininity, and men found her completely stunning. Even women found her 
attractive. She looked like what everyone that knew her believed her to be-a 
young, twenty-four year old divorcee who was determined to prove she could 
do a man's job in a man's business. It had taken a great deal of persuasion 
and pressure to convince the department to promote her from being a "meter 
maid" and though she was not a militant "Fern Lib," she was proud of her 
victory and her chance to show she was equal to the job of patrol woman. 

"You don't have to go on patrol tonight," Sam said. 

Lonnie, eyes widening in surprise, replied. "Of course I do, Sam! That's my 
job! Besides, Brutus needs to get out for awhile." 

Sam Palmer remained silent for a few moments, his attention returning to the 
task of driving. Then once again he turned to the lovely woman beside him, 
his face sober and a petulant expression in his eyes. 

"I thought ... Well, I thought we could talk, Lonnie," he said unhappily. 

"You can let us off at the next corner, if you like." 

The sergeant's voice turned sullen. "You mean I talked too much at dinner 
tonight, is that it? You want to break it off?" 

She reached quickly for his hand, caressing it as his fingers curled around 
the steering wheel, and there was a throb in her voice as she answered him. 
"No, I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry, too. I don't want you any more 
upset than you are already, Sam, you and me both. I'm not breaking it off 
with you," she added tenderly. "I ... I just don't want to get married again 
right now. Perhaps in a year...." 

"Lonnie, I love you!" Sam said, his voice impatiently high. "I mean, I can 
understand your reluctance, after having been married to a man like Bill 
Winston. But I'm not like him!" 

"I know you're not, Sam. If you were, I'd never have anything to do with you 
at all. But I need time, time to be sure of myself and heal my wounds. And 
... And I like this job, and you've spoken so many times of not wanting me 
to work if we were married." 

"Damnit," the older man snapped irritably. "What the hell makes you want to 
play cops and robbers?" 

"The same reason you've made it your career, I would imagine," she retorted 
sharply. "Please, this is the corner. Pick us up in the parking lot of 
Hillside Park in an hour." 

Sam slowed the cruiser, pulling it over to the curb. "I'm a cop because it's 
the only work I know, Lonnie. You don't have to, and you could live a great 
deal nicer than you are on the miserable salary they pay you, if only you'd 
say the word." 

Lonnie's lips compressed tightly, making a little white ring about the edge 
of her pale, lightly applied lipstick. She opened the car door firmly, then 
paused before she got out to tell her partner: "I realize I must seem stupid 
to you, the menial pay and all, but it isn't just the money or how I live. 
I'm accomplishing something which I must satisfy within myself. Yes, and I'm 
accomplishing something for every woman in the United States who ever wanted 
to do more than wash dishes, make beds, and cook dinner for her husband!" 

Sam Palmer watched Lonnie as she jerked open the rear door and let the 
powerful German shepherd out of the back. She stood patting her handsome 
beast, checking Brutus' choke-chain and her own equipment, and Sam stared at 
the way the moonlight sparkled over her dark hair and made it shine like a 
shower of rippling jewels. For the millionth time since he'd first met her a 
year ago, his eyes played down over her sensual face and ivory neck to the 
well-rounded curves that were barely concealed under the thin summer-issue 
blouse she was wearing. And below the windowsill of the car, just out of his 
immediate view, he knew she was even more of a provocative and enticing 
woman. Her short skirt tapered down over a slender, girlish waist to lush, 
full-swelling buttocks and thighs, then ended at the hem to expose 
breathtakingly curved legs and slender, well-formed ankles. Just looking at 
her now, as angry as she was, was enough to send ripples of lecherous desire 
running through him! And Christ! Only once, only once in the whole time of 
his months of earnest courtship, had he been able to sexually arouse her 
sufficiently to strip her naked! 

In those full short seconds he sat gazing at Lonnie from the car, Sergeant 
Palmer recalled that erotic episode last month. It had been a lazy, 
unbearably hot afternoon, and he'd come by her small house to take her 
swimming-her favorite sport. But before either of them had realized it, they 
were kissing on the couch, holding one another passionately. He remembered 
his hands on her breasts, outside the flimsy material of her bikini top, and 
how she had made no move to stop him when he'd undone the clip in back, 
wanting to believe that going this far was all right. Then had come the 
tender, tingling feel of her warm, naked flesh against his lewdly roving 
fingertips, her moans and gasps as he'd lightly pinched her hardening 
nipples, her unconscious undulations as he'd pressed her down against the 
cushions and teased her flat belly with his hands. He had moved boldly 
downward over the sensitive areas of her body to the inside of her quivering 
thighs, and in one smooth unhesitating execution, had pushed his fingers 
straight up under the thin wisp of cloth to the warmly moistened lips of her 
passion-swollen pussy.... 

A dryness crept into Sam's throat now as he thought how close he'd come that 
day. The memory was indelibly etched on his mind of how he'd damned near 
gone crazy when he'd tenderly massaged her budding clitoris, then slipped 
his outstretched middle finger deeper into the throbbing, pressing passage 
up between her legs. But then, as he'd tried to pull down that bottom part 
of her bikini, something had evidently snapped in the voluptuous woman's 
head. She'd made the big effort, stopping him just in time. Naturally they'd 
argued: then he'd threatened, and at last, pleaded. In the end, he had 
gotten up shakily, his balls feeling like lead-weight sinkers, and had lit 
cigarettes for both of them in an effort to cool down his unwanted ador. 

But he had known then, and was just as intuitively sure of it now, that 
beneath her conservative exterior was a latent hot streak which only a false 
sense of propriety and the scars from her previous marriage held in delicate 
check. Well, he'd been trying everything, even the promise of marriage, and 
he would continue to until he finally possessed all of that tender cunt of 
hers. He could think of nothing better than having a cute little hot-pants 
like the ex-Mrs. Winston to grab when he had the urge while on duty.... 

Now, Sam Palmer leaned across the seat and stared up at Lonnie with eyes 
dancing with warm affection. He said in a soothing tone: "I guess I should 
apologize a second time tonight, because I shouldn't have snapped at you 
that way. It's just that I do love you so very much...." 

"I ... I understand, Sam, I really do. We'll just have to see how things 
work out, I'm afraid." 

"Sure, sure. The date's still on for tomorrow, isn't it?" Wednesday was, 
coincidentally, the "day off" for both of them, and he was determined to 
make the most of it. 

"Yes ... but only if you promise not to be so, so pushy. " 

"Well, now," he kidded, "I'm not promising anything like that! Every man has 
the right for unlimited tries. Hell, it's an obligation!" 

She laughed then, her momentary despondency turning into her usual good 
humor toward him. "Oh, you nit!" she smiled. "Let me get on with the patrol, 
or we'll be here all night! 

Don't forget-Hillside Park lot in about an hour." 

"Over and out," Sam said, and then with a wave, he put the cruiser in gear 
and continued his route through the streets of Butte City. 

Lonnie Winston stood on the sidewalk, Brutus next to her and sitting on his 
haunches. She watched Sam's taillights recede in the distance, affection 
welling in her heart and unable to know that his air of chagrin he'd 
portrayed was so shallow he feared she would see through it. Her own mind 
was in a turmoil over the need to reject his overtures of love, and not 
because she didn't care for him, for she did, very much so. He possessed an 
affable charm and a forceful personality, and he was one of the most 
eligible and desirable bachelors she knew, with only an eight-year 
difference between them. The urge to shout yes! to him was very great 
indeed, but not powerful enough to overcome the fear of what that yes would 
entail ... 

Sighing, she turned back to Brutus, stroking the fur of his neck with 
affection. "Come on, we better get started," she told the dog. "We've got a 
lot of walking to do." 

Brutus rose, head cocked to one side and intelligent eyes gazing up at his 
master. Then, tongue lolling, he began trotting alongside of her, its great 
body pressing against her legs. Its toenails clicking along the concrete 
sidewalk was the loudest sound either of them made as they commenced their 
nightly routine. 

On the surface of it, her foot patrol with Brutus sounded odd. However, when 
faced with her determination to be a full-fledged cop, the department heads 
decided this duty was the best compromise they could make. It was obvious 
that she would not stand for some inconsequential job, and to try and slough 
her off with one would only cause further eruptions and bad press. Then 
again, they didn't want to risk Lonnie down in the rougher sections of Butte 
City, like along Third Avenue or over by the mill. So they teamed her up 
with an experienced officer and protected her with a guard dog, and had her 
pounding the beat in the Embassy district, and because shifts changed every 
two weeks, half her time was spent walking at night. 

The Embassy district was unique in itself, its formation dating back from 
when it was a small area reserved for the rich mill owners last century. 
Then Butte City was just another industrial village along the Ohio River, 
with the mills and workers' shanties down along the river flats and later, 
stretching along the railroad right-of-way. The owners wished to get away 
from the stench and commonness of the workers and factories, and so built 
their lush mansions along the craggy butte which jutted to the west of the 
town and which gave it its name. 

Today there were many more houses of various sizes hanging by their nails to 
the side of the cliff, and looking as if a good wind would topple them down 
among the slums they'd helped create and wished to avoid. Connecting them 
were flights of wide stone steps and broad, pleasantly landscaped walkways. 
The few streets were designed in a pattern of interesting but intricate 
curves, and people were known to wander about in them for several hours 
without making any more progress than worms in a bait can. Hence, the steps 
and walks had to be patrolled, and it seemed like just the job for a 
resolute and obstinate young lady like Lonnie Winston. It would keep her out 
of their hair and relatively safe, and the exercise might just help tire her 
of the whole idea sooner than any other method. 

She'd been on this duty for four months now, and showed no signs of 
weakening. In fact, as she hiked up the stairs and paused beside one of the 
lampposts for a breather, she was pleased to see how the exercise had firmed 
her muscle-tone and kept her weight down. She looked at her body in the dim 
glow of the lamp above her, noting how her thin blouse, tightened by the 
wide leather belt around her waist, caused the rounded peaks of her breasts 
to jut out defiantly; and glancing behind her, she could almost see the taut 
curve of her buttocks where they flowed gracefully into her firm legs. I 
have a good body, she thought sorrowfully, but it has brought me little 
happiness.... 

Lonnie Winston had been raised in a strict, religious family, and her mother 
had pressured her to attend church every Sunday while the other boys and 
girls were out playing. Her training since childhood had been that the body 
was fundamentally sinful, and as added pressure, her mother had instilled in 
her child that a girl should save herself at all costs for her wedding 
night. But she failed to teach Lonnie how to judge a man's approach, and so 
to the girl, the slightest advance or friendliness was taken to be 
inherently evil and sordid. The frustration had been almost insurmountable, 
and if she hadn't found a certain amount of release in fingering her tight 
little cunt in the privacy of her home, she would have gone out of her mind! 

Eventually that had not been enough, and after her mother had caught her 
masturbating in the shower and had taken a belt to her. Lonnie had known 
something had to be done. It didn't take much persuasion to convince her to 
marry Bill Winston, for in his oafish, adolescent way, he was about the only 
teenage boy who had not tried to "do things" to her. Her mother was glad to 
get that problem off her hands, having nothing more important on her program 
than to see her child with a wedding ring on her finger and a Mrs. in front 
of her name before something happened. 

The marriage, however, had been a disaster from the start. Her wedding night 
had been a horror for her, a night of terror and agony as her virginity had 
been ripped from her without regard for her feelings or fears. Bill Winston 
had been, unfortunately, exactly the sort of brutal and uncaring sadist she 
was inwardly afraid all men were. She had been unable to respond with the 
passion she'd thought she should, and growing frigid, she soon proved 
impossible for the doltish Winston to stand as a wife. The fights, the lies, 
the teeth marks on her breasts ... God, she still woke up nights in a cold 
sweat over those tormenting days and nights with him! 

Eventually Bill had walked out, leaving her the small house and car in 
exchange for the blonde waitress at the Bijou Cafe. Lonnie then had to make 
her own way, and with her high school diploma, she looked around for 
possible jobs. She considered secretarial work or, like the blonde tart at 
the Bijou, waiting on tables, but somehow she couldn't bear the idea of ever 
knuckling under to another man. She'd had enough of that with her husband, 
his interest in her as a person a pure facade, and he'd treated her as 
chattel, a maid to cook and a whore to pummel with brutish lovemaking. No, 
she had to find a position where men could never treat her with the same 
callous disregard ... and it was then that she saw the advertisement for 
"meter maids". She'd applied and been tested by the police "meter maids". As 
a policewoman, she would be in a position of strength, but after she'd been 
hired by the department, she discovered the insistant urge to move on up 
through the ranks and consolidate her advantages. And so she had.... 

Yet then she'd been teamed with the ruggedly handsome Sergeant Palmer. It 
was obvious that from the very first he was attracted to her young, lithe 
beauty, and over the months she worked in close harmony with him, she found 
understanding and gentleness in the man's maturity and experience, and had 
grown genuinely fond of him. But to be fond of a man and to love him are two 
entirely different things, and Lonnie spent many sleepless nights in 
confused and troubled indecision. 

Oddly pleasurable sensations would begin to tingle up between her thighs 
when she dreamed of Sam and how he wanted her. It would perversely revive a 
sudden twitch inside her belly until she was forced to squeeze her legs 
together in an effort to stall the teasing emotions. She had been fingering 
herself to orgasm since Bill deserted her, finding no other way to quench 
her wicked impulses, yet masturbation hardly satisfied her passions, 
especially now when her mind would dwell on Sammy's throbbing masculinity. 
She wished she could truly loose her inhibitions and do what should come 
naturally to her as a mature woman, but even the one time Sam had broken 
down her resolve and stripped her naked in her living room last month, she 
had subconsciously frozen up at the last possible moment. In spite of the 
intensity of her sexual reaction to him, there still had been a frightening 
hollowness alive in the pit of her stomach. No, it would not be right to 
marry Sam Palmer under the false pretenses of being normal. She had to stall 
him or break it off entirely, and hope that time would heal her wounds. 
Surely there would come a time when there would be nothing left but a minor 
scar to remind her of her wretched marriage, and she would be able to 
respond to a man with pride and yearning! There had to be! It was her only 
hope! 

Stifling a soft, low moan of anguish that her thoughts produced, Lonnie 
started walking again. A little whine from the great German shepherd beside 
her made her look down at him, and in a tone she somehow had adopted 
especially for him, she asked: "What is it, Brutus? What's the matter?" 

The pleasing sound of her crooning voice filled the dog with warm-hearted 
relish. Instinctively, he raised his head, licking at her smooth hand to 
convey his growing attachment to her, and Lonnie understood that he was only 
trying to comfort her-as if the dog had been able to realize her troubles 
with his sensitive animal intuition. 

"That's awfully nice of you to care," she said with a smile. "You're the 
best friend a girl could ever have, Brutus, you really are...." 

And, able to show him the affection she was afraid to give a man, Lonnie 
lovingly stroked the mighty beast's big, glossy-furred head, hugging him to 
her fleshy, outer thigh. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Forty-five minutes later, the brunette policewoman came to the moonswept 
parking lot of Hillside Park. It was deserted and quiet, and over on the 
northwest side she could see the twinkling lights of Butte City below, for 
the Park was on the upper fringe of the Embassy district and was the 
unofficial dividing line between the city and Jackson County. She drew in 
thankful breaths of warm, summer's-night air, enjoying this moment of 
solitude after her foot patrol and before Sam picked her up again in the 
cruiser. She slowly meandered in the general direction of the woods, noting 
with pleasure how the moon filtered through the trees and threw shadows of 
elm and oak across the flat macadam, arraying them like black, 
bushy-helmeted soldiers. 

Then she paused ... for a noise had come from the direction of some dark 
shrubbery on her right! Brutus stiffened automatically beside her, but she 
put out a cautionary hand to warn the dog not to bark or growl. She didn't 
know who or what was in those bushes, and she thought that discretion would 
be the better part of valor at this point, so she stood still, listening, 
hoping to find out more before she and Brutus openly announced their 
presence. There was a long silence ... then another noise, this time of 
cracking, thrashing brush. And a whimpering sound, as if an animal were in 
great pain! Lonnie began to tremble slightly, for this was the first time 
she'd run into any sort of trouble on her beat, and now, actually faced with 
these mysterious noises, she was feeling a little afraid. She wished that 
Sam would hurry up and arrive-and then she felt ashamed of herself for 
harboring such thoughts, instead of being the courageous and dauntless woman 
she had considered herself to be. The sounds continued, rising in intensity 
... and plucking up her courage, Lonnie stealthily drew nearer, her hand 
brushing the butt of her revolver.... 

She took several more steps to pass around the sign-post at the head of the 
path to the tennis courts, coming closer until she was able to discern that 
the sounds were voices, human voices low and murmuring ... Brutus padded 
silently beside her leg, ready to spring instantly at her command ... Then 
she distinctly heard a boy say: "That's it, baby, spread them legs of yours 
wide!" 

The answer was a girlish gasp of delight, and an exclamation of: "Ohhhhhh, 
Roscoe, oh you love me so good!" 

The policewoman blanched in the darkness, too surprised to move as she 
unconsciously focused her attention toward the obscene supplications. A 
breeze stirred the trees; a shaft of crystal moonlight speared through and 
painted the two teenagers on the ground less than four feet from her, and 
she was able to distinguish their half-naked bodies writhing in a lewd 
embrace of lovemaking. The suddenly explicit view knocked the breath from 
her lungs, so surprising and unexpected this was to her! 

Oh Lord! her mind gasped, and she was forced to bite down on her lower lip 
to keep from screaming out the words. A young boy, obviously the scion to 
one of the wealthy Embassy district families, was straddling the chest of a 
young girl about fifteen years old. Lonnie was able to see that the 
adolescent's dress had been pulled all the way up her slender, nubile body 
and was bunched cruelly around her neck, the tight, apple-sized peaks of her 
developing breasts flattened beneath Roscoe's buttocks as she rolled back 
and forth on the rough grass beneath him. 

The leering boy was naked from the waist down, wearing only a thin white 
T-shirt which came barely to his navel, and the sight of the two of them 
together caused Lonnie to step backwards as if punched in the stomach, her 
own buttocks quivering in involuntarily empathetic concert. She tried to 
clear her head and think straight, knowing she must intervene ... that she 
should rush in and tear those children apart and end their wanton disregard 
of the Penal Code, section 647! It was a lewd and immoral display in a 
public domain; it was sexual intercourse without benefit of marriage; it was 
legally statutory rape, no matter how much that little girl wanted it, for 
she was obviously under the age of consent! 

But despite her feelings of horror and indignation, the lurid scene before 
the young police woman's eyes burned through her ragged nerves like a fever. 
She shuddered from the unwanted stimulation that indulging in something 
forbidden gives, even against one's will. She found herself rooted to the 
macadam, her eyes riveted and her chest constricted with an unconscious fear 
she would be discovered. 

Yet still she continued watching in lewd fascination as Roscoe moved forward 
along the naked girl's glistening body, until he was only inches away from 
her wetly parted lips. It was then that the older policewoman could see all 
of his slim virile penis. It was hardened with arousal, perhaps five inches 
long and with a bulbous head of a richly gleaming crimson where the tiny 
moist slit creased it. The hood of its white, youthful foreskin hid the 
rubbery crown, giving it the air of an erotic delicacy. Lonnie was 
pruriently gripped by the sight of his hairless loins and the tight round 
sac of his testicles which brushed like velvet against the little girl's 
trembling chin. As she stood there, her eyes greedily filled with every 
delicious detail, Lonnie found herself unaccountably drawn to it. 

Instead of the absolute revulsion of a moment before, she now experienced a 
strange, light-fingered quivering deep between her own mature thighs. 
Silently she licked her parched lips and curled her fingers in Brutus' furry 
neck, shamed by the perverse sense of envy for the young girl who was so 
eagerly willing to receive the wonderfully potent hardness deep up inside 
her little belly. 

The teenage boy reached one hand back behind him, and with a quick flick of 
his wrist, buried his outstretched middle finger right up between the 
moaning girl's wide-splayed thighs. Lonnie jerked as he skewered the girl's 
tender vaginal lips, groaning inwardly as she watched him rotate his finger 
around the wet sensitive walls inside her pussy. She could see the girl 
trying to squirm away from the teasing torment her nubile body was 
undergoing, but Roscoe's knees held her torso pinned tightly to the ground 
until all the girl could do was pant in surrender to his lascivious 
plundering. 

"Fuck me, Roscoe ... oh please, fuck me!" 

"In awhile, baby," the boy leered callously down at the mewling young girl. 
"I wanna get you good and hot first...." 

Fuck her! The obscenity excited the policewoman through her daze and 
humiliation, and she gritted her teeth together to keep from groaning aloud 
as she watched Rosco continue to pump his finger in and out of the girl's 
slender young pussy. He's going to fuck her, and I'm going to watch it...! 

Lonnie Winston had never seen two people make love before, not even in 
pictures, and certainly never two teenagers not even out of high school! But 
unless she did something to stop them, and did it fast, she would! God, she 
had to stop them ... but the girl's obvious desire for Roscoe's adolescent 
penis made Lonnie tingle with strange, prurient jealousy. She had never 
desired a man that way, that much ... Ohhh, how she prayed she could...! 

"Ahhhhhhh," the girl sighed, raising a rash of goose bumps across the 
watching policewoman's flesh. Lonnie felt her breasts respond to the lewdly 
erotic scene, her full sensitive mounds swelling and making her nipples 
press throbbingly against the sheer netting of her brassiere. She waited for 
Roscoe to move around and plunge his virile hardness into the fleshy elastic 
opening of the youngster's vaginal crevice ... but he did not! Instead he 
moved closer to the girl's lust-contorted face and reached down with his 
free hand to rub the underside of his hardened cock in a slow teasing circle 
around her moistly parted lips. 

It swiftly occurred to Lonnie that the boy had not finished his taunting! He 
wouldn't be satisfied until he had changed the ripely budding schoolgirl 
into a raw, squealing mass of helpless female desire! The youth inched 
closer, forcing the blunt head of his penis between her involuntarily open 
lips, and now the policewoman knew what he was planning to have done to him 
... and her breath stuck in her throat! Roscoe wanted the girl to suck his 
cock! Lord, she had never allowed her own ex-husband to do that, even when 
he'd brutally tried to force her! It was a perversion unspeakably obscene, 
far worse than even the two teenagers fucking! No! He mustn't do that to the 
innocent child beneath him...! 

But then Lonnie saw the girl's tender face come up in glaze-eyed eagerness, 
and the rounded tip of her boyfriend's throbbing cock slipped between her 
lips and into the warm confines of her straining mouth. Roscoe tangled his 
hands in her hair as he bent forward, and she began a rhythmic sucking 
motion around his hardened shaft. Lonnie could see the tiny ridges of soft 
cuntal flesh pulling from her tightly ovaling lips as the boy drew back, and 
then disappearing again back into her mouth as he pushed his youthful penis 
once more into her sucking cavity. The older policewoman watched transfixed 
as he commenced fucking in and out, never quite drawing his gleaming cock 
all the way out, but leaving its young crown just inside the warm moistness 
of her tiny mouth. The girl reached down between his straddling thighs to 
cradle the softness of his youthful testicles in her palms, and she stroked 
them gently as she sucked voraciously on his now ramming penis. 

Lonnie hardly dared to breathe at all now, the rasping which escaped from 
her own lungs having become so loud to her ears that she was afraid it would 
give her presence away. Her mouth was hot and arid, and the prurient 
sensations up between her legs caused her to clamp her thighs tightly 
together, making her acutely conscious of her own tingly wetness. Never had 
she experienced such a contagious kind of thrill before! The repulsive sight 
not only held her spellbound, but made her flesh throb with a lewd desire of 
its own! 

Unconsciously, she reached down and began to tentatively stroke the front of 
her skirt where her vaginal secretions were wetting the thin crotch band of 
her brief bikini panties. She sensuously brushed her fingers along her 
pulsing pubic mound, quivering from the delightful ache her lewd caresses 
aroused in her loins. She slowly lifted her skirt so that her hand could 
gently, experimentally, rub against her passion-drenched pussy, with only 
the sheer nylon fabric between her fingers and the hot, swollen flesh of her 
fevered cuntal lips. God ... oh my God, it felt so wickedly good...! But it 
was so wicked, so evil, so wrong to do...! 

Tears of humiliation and fright incapable of stopping her obscene 
masturbation. She was inexcusably wet as she taunted her smooth vaginal 
flesh, and weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp submission as 
she realized her body was lusting for more ... more ... and her hands were 
reacting as if separated from her mind's control. She couldn't help her 
fingers from sliding her panties down over her full, ripe hips and buttocks 
to bunch around her thighs, exposing beneath her skirt all of her 
hair-fringed pink lips of her swollen cunt. 

"Ohhh, ohhhh," she softly sighed to herself as once again her hand darted to 
caress the sensitive vaginal crevice and tease the hardening little bud of 
her clitoris. She tried to splay her legs wider apart to give her sliding 
fingers greater access to her eagerly welcoming pussy, but her panties bound 
around her thighs. Tormentedly, she lowered her panties all the way, letting 
them slip down her legs and-then stepping out of them so that they pooled on 
the macadam beside her feet like a white flag of surrender. She spread her 
legs wide apart until the toe of her left shoe was grazing against the thick 
comforting fur of her guard dog, Brutus. Knowing Brutus was watching with 
beady animal interest only made her shame and degradation worse, and for a 
moment, the policewoman considered pulling her panties back on and fleeing 
from the parking lot in total rout. 

But as her fingers slowly, defiantly slid upwards along her naked thighs to 
her love-starved cunt, she found that she was more beside herself than ever 
with an uncontrollably smoldering lust which the obscenities she was 
witnessing was kindling inside her love-starved cunt. She could feel her 
searching hand worm its way between her inner thighs of its own volition, 
and the sudden searing contact of her extended middle finger dipping between 
the moistly throbbing lips of her unsatiated pussy. Her intensely needing 
passions were not to be denied ... and she whimpered as she felt her 
fingertips brush along the sensitive opening, parting the soft, dark pubic 
hairs to pump into her wetly heated vaginal mouth with a lewd wet, sluicing 
sound. Her entire cuntal orifice was pulsing with the unwanted passions 
permeating her being, and she sucked in her breath to hold back the 
agonizing groan of pleasure she felt churning in her belly as she once again 
began to finger-fuck herself with wanton disregard for modesty or decency. 
Yes ... yes, it felt so gooood.... 

Lonnie was unaware of anything but the two youths fucking on the grass and 
her own obscene masturbation. She didn't notice when Brutus gradually drew 
his head closer so he could watch what she was doing to herself beneath the 
whipping folds of her pleated skirt. He sidled closer to his loving master 
... closer until he was on his haunches almost directly behind her, and the 
ivory moons of her jiggling white buttocks were almost visible to him. A 
sweet-smelling essence of her feminine secretions filled his keen nostrils, 
and he leaned forward still more eagerly until her naked thighs were almost 
touching his black, moist nose. Reflexively, he jerked upwards with his 
snout, sniffing delightedly as he dipped up under the hem of her skirt. 

"Oh!" Lonnie gasped from the unexpected contact. 

Though it gave her a jolting, if wild start, the suddenly astounded young 
policewoman didn't move! She was still standing with her legs wide apart and 
her fingers curled inside the swollen lips of her pussy, but she was 
abruptly frozen motionless at the feel of the unmistakable cool wetness of 
Brutus' nose high on the soft inner side of her left thigh! Why she didn't 
jerk away in shock, fear, or at least, a smattering of self-respect, she 
could only blame on the prurient incitement which her masturbation and the 
lurid scene before her had started within her loins. Instead, she continued 
to stand there, her breath sucked in and her eyes wide with surprise, 
knowing her German shepherd's huge head was up under her short skirt from 
behind, animalishly sniffing ... and then, the hot pressured lap of his 
unmistakable tongue came against the moistened flesh of her lower buttocks, 
only inches away from her tingling vaginal lips! 

Swallowing thickly, her fingers still pressed tightly to her steaming cuntal 
mound, Lonnie slowly turned her head. She gazed down at her animal-paramour 
who had momentarily removed his snout from her skirt and was staring up at 
her with almost twinkling brown eyes and erect ears, open mouthed and with 
wagging tail. He whimpered while Lonnie blinked with incredulity, the 
lustful sensations his hotly probing nose and tongue had fired in her 
already seething belly were nothing short of rank obscenity! And then, a 
mind-shattering realization dawned...! 

God! He'd been able to sense her own erotic heat! He was reacting toward her 
as he would to a bitch-dog in heat! 

What else? It had to be that, and the singing length of tongue had felt like 
a firebrand caressing along the inner crevice of her buttocks! Even as she 
watched the dog, Brutus slipped underneath the hem of her skirt and did it 
again to her, drawing the length of his feverish tongue undeniably between 
her spread thighs, along the back part of her flushed cuntal slit! It was 
impossible ... but it was happening! 

"No!" she hissed in a command to Brutus, trying to squirm silently from his 
nose and tongue. She didn't want anything to be noticed, not now with the 
two children but a few feet away. "Back, Brutus! Back, I say!" 

But the German shepherd disobeyed for the first time since his training. It 
was as though he considered her denial as only part of the game, as the 
normal coy coquettery of any female animal before she squats her hind legs 
in eager surrender to his mounting. He ground his cold nose still harder 
against his master, pressing his lapping tongue as far as he could into the 
soft, quivering crevice between her buttocks. 

"Ohhh, oh Lord, Brutus," Lonnie whimpered, haunted by the fear of what might 
follow. "You must go back, Brutus! Obey me, please!" 

But her orders seemed to have no effect on the heavily breathing dog. Worse, 
she found that despite her shame and dread, she was beginning to respond to 
the delicious sensations of his fluting tongue, and she tormentedly tried to 
resist the urgent caresses by defensively clenching her buttocks together. 

"No, Brutus! Go back!" 

Suddenly the boy in the bushes stopped, looking up as the girl continued to 
suck his cock. "You hear anything, baby?" 

"Mmmmmmmmnnnnooooo!" the girl replied, her words muffled by the lean young 
penis stuffed between her lips. "But I don't care! Fuck me, Roscoe! Ohhhh, 
fuck me now!" 

The two teenagers were silent and still a moment longer, and Lonnie was 
positive that she and Brutus had been spotted. But then she saw Roscoe lever 
up and remove his blood-hardened cock from the girl's mouth, and then slide 
down until he was poised in a push-up position over her undulating body. 
Once again, the policewoman locked her eyes upon the youth's slender, virile 
shaft as this time it slid toward the girl's wetly waiting cunt. Lonnie's 
mouth dropped open as she watched the girl's long legs come up and wrap 
around Roscoe's naked buttocks and flex tightly as she pushed her hair-lined 
little pussy up off the grass. The whole of his slender hardness slipped 
into the wetly glistening folds of her tight vagina, and a wet viscous sound 
drifted out as the adolescent lovers came together. Lonnie could see his 
cock riding up the narrow passage of the girl's pussy, the two of them 
starting a lewd fucking tempo as old as the age of man itself. 

Lonnie squirmed emphatically to the youthful passion she was witnessing, and 
another exciting tinge of lust seared menacingly up between her own moistly 
naked thighs. Obscenely the great beast's tongue laved her smooth naked 
flesh, wetly taunting down over her quivering buttocks and in between her 
tightly squeezed thighs to nibble tantalizingly at the few wisps of stray 
pubic hair curling around her aching cuntal slit. She fought the growing 
sensations with all her might, knowing it was wickedly perverted to be 
reacting to Brutus this way, out here in a public parking lot while gazing 
lasciviously at two fucking teenagers. And yet, she was in a situation where 
she hardly dared fight back, for if she resisted too strongly Brutus might 
bark or otherwise call attention to them and they would be noticed by Rosco 
and his squealing girlfriend. The last thing on earth Lonnie ever wanted to 
happen was for her-a policewoman!-to be discovered spying on them while her 
guard dog licked her to an aroused point of no return. 

God, God, but she had to fight! She must! But the slow, erotic tonguing of 
her loins, and the tickling fur of Brutus' snout as he wedged his way deeper 
between her thighs ... it was too much to withstand! All his master could 
seem to do was whimper helplessly as devilish tingles of delightful 
sensation rippled like sheet lightning from her belly to her brain. And 
almost as swiftly as they had begun, her traitorously accepting body began 
to cease its struggles, her flesh betraying her desires with ever-increasing 
rapidity. 

"Oh ... Oh, damn you Brutus, damn you but you're nice ...!" It was too late 
now to stop herself, the breathlessly infused Lonnie insanely realized. She 
shivered outright, all the passions she had managed to keep from overcoming 
her in the past five years suddenly spiraling with hot intensity over her 
voluptuous feminine curves. "God, what am I allowing...?" 

The eager animal beneath her skirt whimpered as she stood there 
spread-legged, her fingers pulling seductively to widen the hair-fringed 
lips of her pulsing cunt. Before she fully knew what she was doing, Lonnie 
was leaning forward slightly, spreading her legs wider apart and presenting 
all of her seeping wet cunt for the dog to lick! 

"Come on, then, if that's what you want! Do it, Brutus! Lick it, lick my 
cunt!" she lewdly breathed back at the German shepherd, her words 
instigating full realization in her mind now, and inspiring almost frantic 
jolts of raging excitement to charge through her flesh! "Lick my twat while 
I watch...!" 

Lonnie feasted her lust-filmed eyes in lurid fascination at the gleaming 
expanse of young male cock which throbbed salaciously in the moonlight, and 
at the way the girl beneath Roscoe jerked her slender loins up to wallow 
more of it up inside her greedy little cunt. Lonnie could see the muscles 
standing out on her thighs, and her boyfriend's hands cupping the naked 
white buttocks with a savage strength, squeezing the soft resilient moons 
mercilessly together, forcing the walls of her vagina closer around his 
pumping hardness. Passion flowed unchecked through the gape-mouthed 
policewoman's chest from the erotic fuck show but a few feet away from her, 
and a throbbing of agony built her moist vagina and hardened breasts. She 
realized that more and more she wished that she were the one lying naked on 
the grass, her legs spread wide in eager supplication to the thick, 
desire-bloated penis pistoning mercilessly in and out of her belly. She 
lusted after it like a gutter whore lusting after any man who wanted her ... 
and the unimaginable sensations of delight stabbed within her with every 
delicious lick her great dog gave between her thighs! Ohhhh ... this was 
beyond obscenity, she trembled, pulling even further forward to better 
expose her fire-filled cunt to Brutus. The handsome beast's long and thick 
tongue wetly snaked out, curling at its tip as it searingly dipped between 
her legs and up over the tingling lips of her pouting cunt. He lavished his 
wet affections on the inflamed mouth of her vagina, separating the soft, 
hair-fringed folds and drawing with a scorching heat upward between them, 
ending and twisting as high as her quivering clitoris. Then he would descend 
with maddening slowness, repeating his fiery lingual loving all along her 
cuntal slit and back over the crevice of her quivering buttocks. He raised 
gasps of lurid intoxication from the young brunette cop as she stood there 
with shapely naked legs spread wide, her exposed loins thrust back obscenely 
against his nose and mouth, the hot, pink flesh between her legs a flowing 
wetness of wild stimulation. Oh Lord, that this would never end...! 

Then Lonnie heard through ringing ears as the girl mewled piteously, her 
tiny cunt flowering wider in welcome relief to Roscoe's plundering manhood. 
"Ohhhh, I ... I'm going to cum!" 

"Me too, baby!" came the raucous response. "I'm going to shoot into you like 
a river! Fuck back! Fuck back harder!" 

Lonnie undulated her thighs faster and harder against the searing firebrand 
of her dog's superb tongue teasing her naked cunt, wave after wave of 
consuming pleasure flooding over her. She continued to stare with bulging 
desire-laden eyes at the lewdly rutting couple, her fevered brain chanting: 
I want to cum too ... J want to cum too ... She heard an unearthly gurgle 
emit from the young girl's mouth and saw her slow her buttocks in their wild 
scramble for completion, beginning instead small, spasmodic jerkings up 
against the hard male penis imbedded deep in her cunt. At the same time, 
Roscoe groaned and thrust as hard as he could inside his girlfriend's 
quivering white belly, and Lonnie saw his virile testicles throb with his 
release of fresh young semen. The older woman was able to see creamy fluid 
cascade onto flesh as the boy's scrotum jerked against her naked anus, 
filling the girl's vagina, the overflow spewing out around her hotly pulsing 
pussy lips and matting her inner thighs. 

And this time, Lonnie's own climax was triggered, and her cunt was charged 
with orgasmic secretions to the point of rivuleting down her own excited 
crevice and driving Brutus into insane paroxysms of furious tonguing and 
swallowing. She strained wildly in her release until she thought her entire 
vaginal area would be licked and nipped raw, squeezing her cuntal muscles 
around the talented dog tongue as she shivered over and over. Then, drained 
and exhausted, it was all Lonnie could do to keep from falling over on 
rubbery legs. She staggered forward a step to retain her balance, her short 
skirt slipping down over her naked buttocks as the German shepherd halted 
his maddening caresses. Brutus whined reflexively as if in frustration, but 
in his intelligent eyes, there seemed to be mirrored the knowledge that the 
pleasurable time was now over for his master. Cocking his head slightly to 
one side, he slowly settled back on his haunches with obvious reluctance, 
wiping the last of her cuntal secretions from his wetly matted nose and 
mouth.... 

Roscoe and his young lover were cradling each other in their naked arms, 
still not aware that they were being viewed. He panted for his breath, and 
the girl whimpered and writhed in his eager embrace. "You ... you want more, 
baby?" he asked the hungry teenage girl. 

"Ohhhh, Roscoe! You felt so goooddddd in me!" 

"Gimme five minutes and I'll be ready to go again!" 

"Yes! Yes! I want to be fucked again already!" 

The lewd conversation jarred Lonnie back to sanity, her own orgasm having 
temporarily salved her hidden desires. She slowly smoothed her hands over 
her skirt, unable to stomach the idea of putting on her panties again over 
her unclean flesh, and stared for a final time at the couple on the grass 
cuddling each other. Then, her hand over her mouth to choke down a sob, 
Lonnie backed away from the scene, feeling suddenly lost and soiled and not 
knowing what to do. 

The kids were at it again, and would be for hours, she thought ... and what 
about herself? She was sick! She must be sick to have responded in such a 
ghastly perverse way as first masturbation and then allowing Brutus to lick 
her to orgasm down ... down there! Lord, she wasn't sure she could face Sam 
Palmer again, not with a clear conscience, not after she'd gone through this 
wicked experience! But she would have to, there was no escape, and she 
prayed for the moral stamina to act properly before him and the rest of the 
world, so that nobody ever would discover the sickening facts of her 
degeneracy. 

She couldn't stay here in this parking lot, that was for sure! Sam would be 
along any minute now, and he mustn't find them or her like this! She fumbled 
for Brutus' choke chain, leading the handsome and well-trained dog in a 
half-hearted daze as she stumbled toward the parking lot's exit on the other 
side of Hillside Park. She'd meet Sam there, Lonnie told herself; yes, she 
would start walking down the hill in the direction he normally came and let 
him pick her up, far away from this evil spot. It was the only thing she 
could do ... for now. She felt on the verge of tears. Oh God, why did she 
have to succumb to such perversions? Nothing had ever happened like this 
before ... and nothing would ever be the same again! 

"Come on, Brutus," she moaned dejectedly. "Let's go find Sam and tell him 
we're sick. Too sick to continue working tonight. I don't want anything more 
desperately than to go home and sleep!" 

Brutus, tail wagging, happily trotted beside his master, and it was almost 
as if there was a lewd little grin on his face.... 

 CHAPTER THREE 

It was hot the next day, a Wednesday afternoon of streaming sun. Sam Palmer 
had the top of his Ford convertible down, and the wind whistled over the 
windshield and blew Lonnie's gleaming brunette hair out behind her, 
unfettered by even so much as a fragile scarf. Because of the heat, Sam had 
suggested a picnic out in the forested hills beyond town, and Lonnie, 
wishing mostly just to escape, fervently agreed. Now, sitting beside the 
older policeman on their day-off date, she breathed her first tentative sigh 
of relief, her home, Brutus, and Butte City far in the distance and out of 
sight. 

Tall lines of ash and elm rose from the fields on either side of the road, 
the grasses stretching in waves of bright yellow buttercups and white spumes 
of clover, and a Matisse sun glinted through the overhead branches. It was 
an unblemished summer day ... yet no matter how beautiful the pastoral scene 
was, or how pleasant and charming Sam had been so far, Lonnie was unable to 
shake completely the insistent torment of despair and oppression. As they 
drove higher in the ever-thickening forest country, the young policewoman 
glanced down at herself and knew she showed no outward signs of her 
perverted actions the previous night. But she sensed they were there 
nonetheless, branded on her heart and soul like the marks of an obscene 
torch. She sighed pensively, caught in a terrible maze of guilt and dread 
which festered inside of her, feeling there was nowhere to turn, no one to 
help her in dealing with the sordid lusts which had come out of nowhere to 
haunt unmercifully. Despite the fact that a man who professed love for her 
was only a few feet from her, she felt alone and helpless, unable to resolve 
what to do about these suddenly surfaced desires. 

She hugged herself with her arms as if bitterly cold, trying desperately to 
shake the lewd memories from her head, just as she had been attempting 
unsuccessfully to do ever since Sam had picked her up down the hill from the 
parking lot.... 

She remembered clearly the half-dazed, nightmarish walk along the road from 
Hillside Park, almost leaning against Brutus and using the huge animal as a 
crutch to keep from falling. Sam had been along shortly afterwards, thank 
God!-and had been highly upset over her excuse of suddenly having fallen ill 
"with the flu". Naturally alarmed, he'd wanted to do more than just take her 
home, but she had remained adamant, never hinting what had actually taken 
place, and calming him by promising that their date was still on for today. 
Then, once home to her small cottage, Sam had put Brutus in the fenced-in 
yard behind the house, while she had bid him a curt good-night and dashed 
inside. Feeling corrupted and unclean, Lonnie had hurriedly undressed and, 
wishing to hide her betraying flesh from view, had immediately slipped into 
bed, where she drifted into a restless, Fitful sleep. 

She awoke just before noon, feeling dull and leaden. The dark-eyed beauty 
sensed an emptiness, a vacuum that only grief could cause, and for a long 
time she lay in bed, her intelligent young brain reeling with remorse. Lying 
there, the shades of her window still left up from her haste last night, she 
could see Brutus pacing restlessly up and down along his "run". Almost as if 
the dog realized his mistress was in the throes of some hidden inner 
turmoil, the striking beast would flash his affectionate eyes often in the 
direction of her bedroom. Through the glass their glances met, and Brutus 
paused, tail beginning to wag so vigorously, it shook his entire body. The 
physical sight of him only renewed her oppressive sense of guilt, her 
infused thoughts constantly filled with their obscenely bizarre lovemaking 
in the parking lot. 

Lonnie clenched her eyes tightly shut and bit hard on her lower lip in an 
effort to block out the salacious remembrances the sight of the German 
Shepherd welled in her mind. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she blinked them 
back, not allowing herself the further weakness of crying. There was a time 
to weep, and there was a time for facing up to what had to be done. Life 
went on, and somehow, she must rise up and move with it ... especially since 
the bedside clock warned her it was late and Sam would soon be knocking on 
the door for their date. 

Lifting her naked body from the sheets, she unsteadily dressed and applied 
the small amount of makeup she used, ashamed by merely the feel alone of her 
disloyal skin and flesh. She knew that Brutus had to be watered and fed, and 
that she would have to force herself to go out in the back yard and take 
care of him. She steeled herself to the task, vowing that she would not show 
any hate or revulsion toward her pet and mentor-for in truth, it was not 
Brutus's fault, not at all. He had merely reacted the way any animal 
instinctively would; she was the one who should have known better, yet had 
willingly allowed her naked loins to accept his lavishing tongue. In the 
end, it was she who had led her dog to awaken her dormant body into a raging 
mass of hungered flesh until she had been devoured by an orgasm that had 
left her shaken and depleted. She had seduced herself ... as if another 
person, a stranger, evil and depraved, had gained control of her senses and 
forced her to do those perverted things with him. And she could find no 
excuse to justify her behavior, nor reason to ease her mental burden. 

With a gnawing knot in the pit of her belly, she walked out on the back 
stoop and filled his dog-dishes. Brutus playfully tried to arouse her 
interest with jumpings and barking and general happy frolicking, but she 
studiously ignored him. She immediately went back inside the house, leaving 
her dog puzzled and whining, and rushed to the upper cabinet over the sink, 
where she kept her small amount of hard liquor. Desperate for release from 
her own conscience, Lonnie took down an unopened bottle of Scotch, and then 
from the refrigerator she removed a six-pack of ginger ale. She sat down at 
the dinette table and mixed herself a drink, pouring a healthy dollop of 
Scotch into the ginger ale in hopes it would help calm her shattered nerves. 
She took a small sip, feeling the bubbly alcohol warm her all the way down 
to her empty stomach, and then she took another, heftier swallow. 

Sam arrived by the time the bottle was half consumed. Although Lonnie felt 
ashamed to greet him after drinking so much, she couldn't help feeling 
grateful for the faint lightheadedness that swirled through her bloodstream 
and lightened the torture paralyzing her stricken mind. It was then that the 
Sergeant suggested a picnic in the woods, and when Lonnie agreed, he started 
the preparations. There was a short visit to the neighborhood delicatessen, 
where beside the meats, bread and salads, they were able to buy a half-case 
of beer. Then back to her house, where she determinedly set to work putting 
the sandwiches together. All the while, Sam tried to cheer her up with 
teasing banter and jokes, not knowing the reason for her despondency and 
unable to draw out the lurid reason behind her morning drinking-something 
she rarely, if ever, had done before. It failed even to dent the dark and 
gloomy clouds which hung over her saddened heart and mind. 

Finally, just before they left for the day, Sam went out and romped with 
Brutus, exercising both of them by throwing a ball for the dog to catch. 
Lonnie snuck another full glass of Scotch and ginger ale while he was 
outside, the alcohol her only succor for the obscene images which continued 
to charge convulsively through her head, and it didn't make her feel any 
better when Brutus made it obvious that he wanted to go along. 

"Shall we take him, Lonnie?" Sam asked cheerfully. 

"No," she said instantly, with an inward shudder. "No, not ... not today. I 
want to be ... just with you." 

Sam brightened considerably at this remark, totally unaware of the rational 
behind it. "Fine by me!" 

Going out to his car, Lonnie couldn't help glancing back at the part of 
Brutus's run which was alongside the house. She could see her handsome dog 
walking irritably around in circles with flattened ears, presenting a 
picture of frustration and sadness that made her heart wrench with guilt and 
agony. Though she could understand and sympathize with how he must feel 
after his lewd intimacy with her last night, there was nothing else to be 
done. His vulnerable animal pride was wilting at the coldness she was 
showing him, as if he were a lover which had been unable to please her. 
Lord, if only he knew how well his tongue had satisfied her cravings! she 
thought as she climbed in the Ford and Sam shut the door. But she knew she 
had to be firm in her temporary rejection of him, or else she'd never be 
able to take him out on duty with her again! As it was, she wasn't sure she 
could trust him around her when they were alone ... or herself either! Fear 
clutched at her spine; suppose she were with Sam and the dog suddenly tried 
something improper, knowing no better? God! It would be the utter ruination 
of everything! She shivered automatically at the monstrous image her 
horrible idea formed in her mind-and then her neck snapped back as Sam put 
the car into gear and drove away from her house ... 

... And now, gliding along the upland forests and meadows, Lonnie glanced at 
the muscular policeman, realizing belatedly that she was still rather 
inebriated. Sam was an excellent driver, and she had no qualms about letting 
him fight the twisting miles of narrow road, and watching him, she had to 
suppress a sudden drunken giggle as they swept around a hair-pin turn and 
came dangerously close to the wooden guard-rail. A minute difference of 
reflexes and judgement and she'd have been over the edge of the cliff, over 
the edge and over her troubles. For an instant of deep despair, Lonnie 
contemplated how nice it would be if she and Sam went to their deaths 
together ... but no, no, it wouldn't be fair to him, in the prime of his 
life and optimistic about his future. 

And Lord! It would be such a shame to kill so superb a man! He was so strong 
and masculine, the muscles of his arms and chest rippling with an almost 
leonine grace as he braked and steered and shifted gears. He was wearing a 
dark blue polo shirt and pale blue trousers which accentuated his dark blond 
hair, and she couldn't help feeling a small tingle of fascination and 
attraction move briefly through her veins. If only she could respond to him 
the way a normal, healthy woman should! But in the wake of her perverted 
submission to her dog, she mournfully was afraid that any hope of that was 
gone now. And it wasn't fair to lead him on the way she had on the 
off-chance that some miracle would suddenly come along and save her.... 

Sam smiled winningly over at the despondent woman riding beside him, 
wondering why she was so sad today and worried that she might be sick with 
whatever mysterious illness had laid her low last night. In the back of his 
mind was the nagging thought that perhaps she was acting reluctant to be 
with him because of his pressing overtures toward her, but no ... no, he 
reflected, she had distinctly said she wanted to be with him today, and 
alone. Not even with Brutus along! Did that mean perhaps her inherent 
puritanism was finally weakening? 

Damn, he was ready to stop the car where it was and sink his cock up into 
her warm belly until she screamed the truth! It was becoming increasingly 
difficult to hold his desires in check, but hopefully she was succumbing to 
his blandishments at long last, and maybe this would be the afternoon he 
scored! She'd had so much to drink, she was almost in a stupor of alcohol, 
and spirits of any kind had a way of softening that cold reserve of hers. 
Just the sight of her and the way her dark eyes were half-lidded and cast in 
his direction made his penis throb with beginning erection! Still, he had 
learned from bitter experience that to suddenly force his lewd intentions 
upon the voluptuous young policewoman would only turn her off like a water 
faucet. Before the physical conquest of her resilient flesh had to come a 
stage of mental surrender, a lessening of the barriers she stoutly erected 
every time he tried seducing her. And when that spirit of softness was 
reached, ahhhh...! 

Sam Palmer jerked back to reality from his lustful dreams of conquest as he 
reached the turn-off to the secluded knoll where he planned to picnic with 
her. The dusty, rutted lane was little more than a two-wheeled trail 
following the contours of the hill. Sunlight filtered through the dusky 
green leaves of the oaks that thickly -lined them on either side, and the 
air hung so still that it was almost visible, a lazy silence broken only by 
the Ford and the buzzing of birds and bees. 

He parked under the shade of a lovely old tree, and buoyantly helped Lonnie 
out of the car. Together they lugged the heavy picnic basket and blankets 
from the rear seat and through the woods on a mossy path, the last of the 
blackberries in a gully on their right. Soon they came to a small, secluded 
glade, sheltered by thickets and lush foliage, a trickling stream off to one 
side. They worked their way through the shadows until they came to a 
brilliantly sun-lit patch of soft grass, and it was here that Lonnie said: 

"I've never been here before, Sam! It's so peaceful and nice!" 

"I found it by accident one time when I was out hiking," he related 
pridefully. "None more beautiful in the state, and I vote we pitch the 
picnic right where we stand." 

"I second the motion, sir!" Lonnie said, and laughed lightly, feeling the 
first moments of pleasure all day, and a slight relief from the depression 
which had been weighing down her mind. She spread out the blankets and laid 
the tempting delicacies they'd brought, while Sam opened the pop-top beer 
cans. Then she sat down across from the grinning patrolman and stretched 
out. The air smelled of sunshine and sweet grass. Slowly, hesitantly, life 
no longer seemed quite so grim to her, and in this remote spot with its hot 
sun and peacefulness, she hoped she'd soon get hold of herself ... perhaps 
cure herself of the terrible guilt she felt and begin to live again. 

They both dug into the food, helping themselves to paper-platefuls of roast 
chicken and potato salad, mixed greens and pickles and radishes, sandwiches 
of cold meats and mustard-all the things which made a picnic a success. The 
salty spiciness of the delicatessen's wares insured a tremendous thirst, and 
that meant lots of cold, refreshing beer was consumed. It seemed that every 
time she had a mouthful of food, Sam was opening a fresh beer for her, and 
at one point she frowned with concern, knowing it was unwise of her to drink 
so heavily after the Scotch she'd drunk earlier. 

But the foamy alcohol was loosening her body, making her relax more of the 
tormenting tension she'd been experiencing. Some of her mental caution began 
to dissipate as well, and surprisingly, she found herself starting to enjoy 
this afternoon more and more. 

"I'm certainly glad that we got together today," Sam said when the meal was 
over. "I haven't eaten that much in a month of Sundays!" 

"Or drank so much!" Lonnie said, and rolled her eyes to exaggerate her 
condition. "Whoo! Cold beer on a hot day goes right to the ol' head every 
time!" 

"Well, that calls for another one, only it seems like we've finished "the 
cans we brought from the car." Sam jumped up, flushed and a little unsteady, 
and Lonnie realized that he too was feeling the beer. "I'll be right back 
with the rest of the half-case we bought, honey," he added, and then with a 
soft, meaningful smile he said: "This has been fun, hasn't it?" 

"Yes," she replied throatily. "Yes, Sam, it's been wonderful." And it was 
fun, she had to admit honestly to herself, far better than sitting alone and 
brooding. She watched Sam walked across the clearing toward the car, sipping 
the last can of beer and mentally shrugging off the last of her morose 
despondency. She was definitely having too much fun to remain a wet blanket, 
she chastised herself, and she busied herself cleaning up the plates while 
she waited for Sam to return with more beer. 

Ten minutes later Sam came back, and as he stepped into the sun-dappled 
patch of mossy grass, he stood for a moment, staring down at Lonnie. "God, 
but you're pretty," he said in hushed awe as he set the almost-finished case 
down on the blanket. "You're the prettiest woman I've ever met, and that's 
the truth." 

"Nonsense!" Lonnie giggled softly. "I'm an old divorced policewoman, Sam 
Palmer, and flattery will get you nowhere with me!" 

"I wish to hell it would get somewhere with you," he chuckled, "but believe 
me, I mean every word I say! You're like a 'venus, Lonnie; a dark-haired 
'venus, I swear!" 

The brazen-eyed patrolman spoke with genuine admiration in his voice as he 
studied her magnificently proportioned body. She was sitting as he'd left 
her in a relaxed position, only now the remains of the picnic were all 
neatly stowed away in the hamper and the blanket was clean. Brilliant 
sunlight filtered through the trees above and gilded her firmly ripened 
figure like an admiring spotlight. Lonnie had, in her haste to dress that 
noon, had chosen casual clothes that were terribly revealing. The thinly 
sheer blouse barely hid her high-set, widely-spaced breasts whose 
dark-tipped nipples were clearly etched in the flimsy fabric of her thin 
brassiere. The taut material tapered down over her thin, girlish waist and 
flat, smooth stomach to where a pair of hot pink shorts clung lovingly to 
her smoothly sloping hips. And as she'd shed her brown leather sandals when 
she'd first arrived, her slim bare feet with their small toes peeked from 
where she had curled her ripely tanned legs beneath firmly rounded buttocks. 
Her provocative outfit was impromptu and unconscious in design ... but if 
she'd had any indication of what it would cause to surge through Sam 
Palmer's alcohol-dimmed mind, she would have purposely chosen a fur coat 
instead! She was the ultimate he had ever desired in a female, and clothed 
so near to nudity as she was, the curvaceous woman made his groin throb with 
renewed desire to possess her sensual charms. 

"Darling...." Sam said softly, causing Lonnie to blush under the warmly 
hungering tremor in his voice. "Darling Lonnie...." 

"Please, Sam," she murmured, averting her eyes in embarrassment. "Don't call 
me that." 

"But I love you, Lonnie." He knew he sounded foolish, just as silly as when 
he'd vowed his adoration last night and all the times before. He bent down 
to take a beer out of the carton at his feet, and even as he told himself he 
was acting stupid again, he heard himself say through clenched teeth: "I 
dream of you night and day, and if I don't tell you, I swear it will make me 
explode!" 

The lovely policewoman squirmed on the blanket with discomfort, and hoped 
the wonderful carefree mood of the day would not be spoiled. She compressed 
her lips tightly, moved emotionally by Sam's sincerity and her own 
attraction to him ... and afraid what any further avowal of affection might 
mean. 

"We ... we better change the subject," she said tenderly. "Please, let's not 
be serious now." 

Sam straightened, stiffening in jaw-clenched silence for a long while. She 
watched him as he slowly stripped off his polo shirt and cast it aside, and 
covetously she drew her eyes over his lean, muscular torso. His tanned, 
developed chest was naked and glistening, heavily beating with the barely 
contained force of his passions. With his shirt off and his exposed body 
rippling with hard muscle, he was one of the most handsome men she had ever 
met, and she found her gaze lingering in shameful attraction as he clenched 
his fists with frustrated emotion. 

"Lonnie...." she heard him groan, and then suddenly he was no longer 
standing beside her, but was down on his knees and seizing her in his arms, 
turning her around in his embrace and kissing her full on the lips. He 
ground his mouth wetly down on hers, pressing her lips back hard against her 
teeth. Lonnie felt herself stiffen with surprise, and then the soft 
eagerness of his tongue bid for entry, and she struggled to free herself 
from him. 

"No!" she gasped, sucking in her breath. "No, Sam!" 

"Yes, you're right. You're right like you're always right, Lonnie," he said 
with a strange panting tone. He drew her close to him again and whispered 
wetly into her ear. "But it's no longer a matter of right or wrong, Lonnie. 
This time, now and here, it's a straightforward matter that I need you!" 

"D-don't talk like that!" she moaned. "It's the beer that's gone to your 
head!" Even as she spoke, the trembling policewoman heard her own slurred 
voice and knew she was easily as drunk as he was, if not more! God, she had 
to find a way to control this situation before it got out of control! 

"No ... It's you who intoxicates me, Lonnie. And by God, you're not going to 
stop me kissing you, not ever again!" 

Before she could find the breath to argue further, he was kissing her again 
with a fury, flattening and spreading her lips open until his tongue could 
splurge deep into her mouth. She shuddered and wriggled with uncertainty and 
fear, her lips parting in a trembling protest which he assumed was a 
beckoning for him to cover her mouth still harder. She groaned in his iron 
embrace, and despite herself, she found that her breath was beginning to 
come in short, labored gasps. She twisted futilely against his strong, manly 
chest, having to admit the feel of his beating flesh did feel good against 
her own barely concealed breasts ... and her admission made her fight harder 
in an attempt to extinguish this tendril of temptation which was starting to 
grow against her will. Dear Lord, what was she allowing him to do to her? 
This was sheer lunacy, responding this way to Sam ... to a man! But ohhhhh, 
his kisses were like honeyed wine! 

Her arms involuntarily rose to his neck as she pulled him closer against her 
sensuously responding body. Lonnie could feel his lips crushing and 
searching her mouth more urgently, his hands sliding over her softly 
trembling back. Dulled by the beer and strained emotionally to the breaking 
point, her mind could not reject the lewdly lascivious tinglings that were 
beginning to course through her unconsciously quivering loins. He felt so 
wonderful and comforting to her, every delicious sensation working to deaden 
the acutely painful memories of the previous night. Instinctively, she began 
to respond to his subtle caresses, pressing her secretly wanting body to him 
with every fiber of her being. But all the while, in spite of the intensity 
of her response, there was a frightening hollowness alive in the pit of her 
stomach.... 

"Oh God, no, Sam," she whimpered. "We have to stop! Please, let me go!" 

"Never again, honey," he whispered urgently in her ear. "You want me to hold 
you like this, I know you do...." 

"I don't! I don't!" she moaned helplessly in his arms. But her words seemed 
to have no effect, either on the heavily aroused man or on the ominously 
pulsing bulge that was starting to push lewdly against her belly. For a 
terrified moment, the vainly struggling policewoman fought even more 
desperately for escape, but she was inexorably responding to the lewd 
passion of his kisses and the gentle pressure of his kneading hand around 
her waist-responding too fervently to stop herself. 

God, there was simply no use denying it any longer! Sam was sensually 
arousing her! Maybe there was hope yet, for she was starting to become hot 
in the manner a healthy female ought to! Perhaps she could become normal and 
not let her past ruin her future any more! Maybe even that sordid episode in 
the parking lot last night was even behind her! 

His hands began to teasingly explore her body, caressing the hardening swell 
of her erotically distended nipples. She felt her breasts throb painfully 
against the fabric of her brassiere, and tiny little butterfly sensations 
fluttered lightly through her belly. 

"There ... you love me feeling your titties, don't you honey?" he whispered 
as his hand continued to stroke her breasts outside her blouse. "Don't you 
...?" 

Lonnie moaned in desperation. She couldn't fight him ... not him and herself 
too! He was too strong for her, and her own body was once again betraying 
her. The effects of all the alcohol she'd consumed this day was causing her 
to turn into a jangled bundle of raw nerves, and her mind was rapidly losing 
control over it. And still came the sharp reminder that she didn't want to 
stop him ... that this time maybe she would respond with all the fevered 
passions that had been bottled up inside of her for so long! 

In the subconscious desire that this was the right time with the right man, 
Lonnie made no effort to stop Sam as he slipped his hand inside her blouse 
and parted the buttons with an outward pressure of his fingers. The heavily 
aroused older man then cupped her brassiere-encased breasts, sending tiny 
licking flames of passion over her flesh. Pinpricks of delicious sensation 
raced through the softly pulsing tips of the responding mounds, as he eased 
up the flimsy cloth cups and rolled the hardened naked nipples teasingly 
between his thumb and forefinger. She felt the heat of his breath rushing 
against her ear as he moved his head to bring his lips down to again lock 
wetly upon hers. She thrust her tongue hungrily back at him and he sucked it 
deeply into the wetness of his mouth. Oh God, he was making her burn up 
inside! 

He eased his head away and hissed enticingly: "Let me take your clothes off, 
honey. I want to see you naked again...." 

Abruptly, realization of what she was allowing struck her, and again the old 
fears and horrors returned. She thought about breaking away and running ... 
running as she should have run from Brutus last night ... but she doubted 
that now, as then, her legs would ever carry her! 

"Come on, honey," he urged in his consuming desire for her. "I want to see 
you naked like that one time you were before!" 

Weakly she rolled her head back and forth in limp protest, but he moved over 
her regardless, his arm embracing her as her hand went flat against his warm 
muscular chest, the soft thatch of silk-like hair there tickling her palm. 
His mouth was glued to hers once more, his tongue sliding between her lips 
and past the barrier of her small white teeth, and she discovered that she 
was sucking it and thrusting back heedlessly with her own tongue. 
Unconsciously she let his hand slowly slide her blouse off, and then his 
fingertips were raking her tiny erect nipples, maddeningly squeezing and 
rolling them as he had done to her before. 

Lonnie's breath came in mewling gasps now, and the muscles of her body were 
as taut as bow-strings as she involuntarily reacted to the delicious 
teasings of Sam's fingers. She jerked as one of his hands left her 
throbbingly exposed breasts to trail a slow, tantalizing trail down her 
softly quivering belly to the zipper of her shorts. She felt the restraining 
hot-pants suddenly become free and she gasped breathless as she felt his 
hand working itself smoothly beneath the elastic waistband of her panties. 
His fingers played unerringly at the pubic curls rising from the crevice of 
her tightly clenching thighs, and then it moved downward into her moistly 
ready vaginal slit. His fingertip taunted the tiny bud of her clitoris and 
sent it quivering upward into responsive life. Lonnie groaned heavily at his 
lewd invasion of her pubic mound, feeling his touch snake up inside the 
tight elastic opening of her cunt. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed 
through her, and she ground her needing pussy up against Sam's hand, 
spreading her legs with unwanted passion as his thrusting middle finger 
slithered moistly and deeply up into her hungrily accepting vagina. 

Gently Sam pushed the aroused young policewoman down on her naked back, and 
she squirmed her buttocks around on the blanket, undulating her thighs with 
unquestionably rising passion. She tightened her arms around him in 
alcohol-dazed eagerness as his hotly searing mouth pressed hard against her 
open lips. His teasing fingers continued to press sensuously at her naked 
breasts, and then down over her belly to slide between her smooth inner 
thighs and the vibrant mound of her wetly spasming pussy. 

"Ohhhh, Sam ... Sam, don't do this to me," she moaned, but her feeble pleas 
for mercy were unheeded by the passionately aroused sergeant...." Ohhhhh, 
Sammmmm ...!" 

Lonnie gasped with shuddering excitement as she felt his strong hands slowly 
and steadily draw her wetly moistened shorts and thin nylon panties down 
over her trembling buttocks. She couldn't help herself from clenching her 
thighs harder together so he could easily slip the unwanted clothing down 
... down over her softly quivering thighs and legs ... until they were 
tossed useless on the blanket beside her. She could feel with obscene 
delight the cool mountain air softly caress against her naked inner flesh 
and moistly pink vagina as her legs parted to him in uncontrolled 
invitation. "Oh, Sam!" she panted up into his lust-contorted face, her 
desire running away with her mind. "Oh, Sam, I ... I'm afraid!" 

"Don't be, honey. It's going to be just great, you and me together, you know 
it will be!" He groaned with the boiling urgency now rose in him to possess 
her with his painfully rigid penis-to invade the warmly pink-rimmed vagina 
which was slowly and inexorably devouring his fingers up inside its gripping 
smooth walls. Her nakedly exposed flesh was quivering with the same 
delicious passions that he was experiencing as he ground himself tightly to 
her throbbing body. His burgeoning hardness burned with aching intensity in 
the prison of his trousers while he slid along the satiny skin of her slowly 
undulating thighs. Jesus, he couldn't remember when a woman had excited him 
more! He had to have her! He had to fuck her on this blanket or his balls 
would bust right open! 

Maddening ripples of wanton excitement continued to flow over the rapidly 
weakening Lonnie. She could feel the fleshy dark-curled lips of her slickly 
wet vagina being assaulted with his ever-burrowing fingers, and a groan 
wrenched out from deep in her throat as his lewdly probing fingertips 
taunted and teased every inch of her hungering cuntal slit. Wrapping her 
arms around his neck, she trailed soft hot kisses and whimpered entreatingly 
into his ear while uncontrollably she rotated her helplessly driven thighs. 
She splayed her trembling legs wide apart until both shoeless feet were 
braced on the dry grass. In dazed, subconscious anguish she knew that Sam 
was eagerly searching her defenseless pussy with almost animalistic lust and 
that in turn reminded her of how Brutus had abused her tender cunt with his 
tongue in similar bestiality not too many hours before now. The shameful 
memory infiltrated her mind like some loathsome ghost returning to haunt 
her, and she ground her firmly clenching buttocks down into the blanket in a 
vain attempt to escape Sam's insistently pumping hand, a soul-searing moan 
bubbling from between her tightly pressed lips. 

Yet Sam Palmer's fingers never stopped teasing the sensitive flesh as he 
made contact with the erect bud of her pinkly quivering clitoris. "Goddamn, 
but I'm going to make some great music with you!" he promised in a choked 
cry of desire and greed. "I'm going to play a tune on you, Lonnie! I'm going 
to play the sweetest tune you ever heard on that luscious little music box 
of yours!" 

"Ohhhhh Sam, darling!" Lonnie groaned helplessly up into his descending 
mouth. There was no escape for her now, and her affection for the older 
policeman only incited her on further. She wanted him! Oh God, at last she 
wanted a man, this man! Ohhhh, how she wanted him! She was fighting a battle 
within herself that she had desperately desired to lose for years! "Ohhhh, 
yes, Sam! Play it! Play it good!" 

"And then...?" he teased down at her. 

"Then play it again, Sam!" 

But suddenly she heard a short, quick hissing sound, and she knew it was the 
unmistakable sound of his pants being unzipped! Lonnie could feel his hand 
pull away from her naked breasts as he struggled to lower his trousers. She 
tried to scream in renewed fear, but her protesting voice froze in the 
constricting passage of her throat. Spread-eagled on the blanket, she could 
only stare up with tear-stained eyes at the crouching blond man tearing the 
last of his clothes off. And then he was naked, and to her pain-flecked 
vision, Sam's pulsating cock was a hovering menace to her, his huge, 
sperm-swollen testicles swaying like mailed fists at its heavy base. 

It was at that instant that the remembrance of her ex-husband loomed back up 
in Lonnie's mind, sweeping even the figment of Brutus's shamefully slaving 
tongue from her tortured thoughts. Sam was no longer leering naked over her, 
it was Bill Winston again-and the face she imagined above her was contorted 
with Bill's contemptuous sneer of lewd hatred. She could feel the thick 
rubbery head of his cock pressing mercilessly down against the cringing lips 
of her vagina, and she knew that the massively thick penis was aching with 
sexual demands, demands she was still mortally afraid to accept! 

She froze for an initial second, and then her mind snapped with the 
spontaneous bursting of memory's force. "No! Oh God in heaven, never!" she 
cried out frantically. She came to hysterical life, squirming and struggling 
with insane strength as she raked her fingernails into the flesh of Sam's 
naked chest. 

Sam grabbed her arms, pressing them down tightly to the blanket on either 
side of her wildly flailing head. "Lonnie ... honey ... I want you! I have 
to have you!" he gasped desperately. 

"Let me go! Let me go!" she babbled in near frenzy. "I won't let you! I 
can't let you!" 

She fought him savagely as he rolled over on top of her and guided his 
angrily throbbing penis toward her cowering pussy. She tried to close her 
legs and lock her thighs together as protection against his relentlessly 
pressing hardness, but his strength was too great for her to overcome. 

"Lonnie ... Lonnie, honey, I've got to fuck you!" he breathed harshly, his 
chest a great stone weight upon her quaking breasts. "I've got to fuck you 
... now!" 

"No! No!" she chanted in a high-pitched squeal, but the insanely driven 
policeman was not to be denied. He continued to insinuate the huge pulsating 
head of his long hard cock up between the softness of her straining thighs, 
determined then at last he was going to have his way with her, whether she 
liked it or not! He ground his thick erection hotly down through the 
resilent curls of her dark pubic hair, fighting madly to reach the warm wet 
mouth of her moist and ready cunt which was denying him by tightly squeezing 
her thighs together. 

To Lonnie Winston's deliriously terrorized mind, Sam was now just like all 
other men who demanded nothing more than to shove their lewdly brutal 
penises deep into her defenseless belly. She tightened her leg muscles until 
the sinews stood out in aching tautness, writhing and fighting against him 
in a wild effort to prevent his unwanted invasion. 

"Great balls of fire, I can't wait another second!" he cursed in his frantic 
need to fuck his girlfriend. "You can't stop me now, you damned 
prick-teaser! Ohhhh, shit!" 

"No! No! I don't want a man in me!" 

Above the roar of blood in his ears, Sam could hear her frightened cries of 
protest, but his frustration and need were unbounded, refusing to give heed 
to anything but complete victory over her voluptuously squirming body. The 
beer in him hadn't dampened his emotions in the least, but had helped 
inflame him to this screaming rage of blind conquest! He wasn't himself any 
longer! He was a wild man, a jungle beast hungry for his beautiful mate 
who'd denied him too long! Christ! She'd been pleading for it only a moment 
before! It was just like that time on her couch ... only this time, by 
Jesus, there was going to be a different ending to the story! 

A hopeless confusion engulfed the terrified woman's recoiling consciousness 
as she felt Sam brutally wedge more of his body down deeper between her 
legs. She tried to clamp her thighs together again, praying that in some way 
she could close off access to her trembling cunt, but he savagely pried open 
her unwilling hips with his powerful hands, and forced her legs wide apart 
at the knees. 

"Now, honey ... now!" 

"Ohhhhhhh, please no, Sammmm!" She screamed when his pulsing cock dug into 
the soft tender flesh around the throbbing opening of her womb. Sam had gone 
so completely crazy! She squirmed under his maniacally strong grip in a last 
futile effort to make him understand, but it was apparent that he was not 
interested in anything she might do or say to stop him! God, she was 
positive that his monstrously hard penis would split her right down the 
middle! She could see its long glistening shaft dipping closer ... closer as 
he levered over her ... its tip angrily purple, and veins pulsing with lust 
along its length. It was a male battering ram, and she could imagine the 
seething cauldron of sperm that was churning inside his testicles, anxious 
as a volcano to explode in never-ending torrents of lewd white seed. Visions 
of his brutal member spurting out his lava-like cum deep up inside her 
shivering belly made her quiver in terrified apprehension. The relentless 
pressure against the tight entrance of her cunt became greater and greater 
as Sam pushed down against her loins, and she heard him grunt in frustration 
as he tried to drive his thick mammoth penis into her fear-clenched pussy. 

"No! You're hurting me, Sam! You're hurting me!" 

"Not for long, honey!" 

"You're ripping me apart!" 

"What the hell! You're not a virgin! You're just a little rusty from lack of 
use, that's all!" His painfully aching cock was ramrod stiff, and just the 
knowledge of finally having it pressed into her hot unattainable cunt made 
it grow even larger. Pushing his knees out to force her legs wider, Sam knew 
that his moment had come! With an angry grunt, he shoved forward, his 
lust-thickened penis suddenly wrapping itself between the tight walls of her 
warmly clasping vagina. 

"Arrrggg!" Lonnie felt a great flashing pain shoot up through her writhing 
thighs as if she had been stabbed in her belly with a white-hot poker. Her 
vainly resisting pussy was being stretched wide with the giant blunt head of 
Sam's invading penis, and it hurt like hell! She tried valiantly to worm her 
way upward on the blanket and get out from under the painful thrustings of 
his hard, thick erection, but to no avail. Sam flicked his muscular hips 
forward again, burrowing still more of his rapacious cock further into the 
depths of her hurt-filled vagina. 

"Ohhhh! Aggg! Sam, you're killing me!" 

"The hell I am, honey! Fuck back! Fuck back!" Sam thought his wildly 
pulsating cock was going to explode any second! Jesus! He had to get himself 
all the way up inside her cunt before he shot out his load of steaming cum! 
Forcefully he shoved harder, driving his erection to the maximum depth of 
her widely stretched pussy. His tunneling thickness ploughed up her warm 
cuntal passage like a locomotive steaming at full speed! And then he felt 
himself buried to the hilt, his cock-head ramming against her cervix, and 
his testicles slapping resoundingly against her cervix, and his testicles 
slapping resoundingly against the soft inner cheeks of her uptilted 
buttocks. 

"Aaaaahhhgg! Please! No more! I can't take any more!" Lonnie cried out her 
agony to deaf ears as she felt the ruthless sergeant begin to fuck her 
unmercifully without even pausing to allow her to get used to his giant 
girth. Sam pulled back his hips until only the thick swollen tip of his 
gleaming hardness remained inside her clasping lips ... and then he plunged 
forward unerringly into the glove-tight passage of her velvety smooth cunt 
... and he rammed like this over and over, in and out, until Lonnie was sure 
she'd be crippled for life. Her head swam with alcohol, resentment festering 
like a boil even without the pain and suffering she felt. Sam was totally 
indifferent to her feelings! He was not better than Bill had been! There 
didn't seem to be any of the gentleness or understanding she'd believed he 
had, but only the same vicious lusting selfishness for his own gratification 
that her ex-husband had always shown her! She was shamed to the core, the 
horrible pain embittering her. 

II I live through this horrible event, she promised herself, I'll never see 
this brute again! And that thought dominated all others to such a degree, 
that Lonnie didn't consciously notice the slowly igniting flame in the pit 
of her loins. If things had been done in a loving and mild-mannered fashion, 
she might have become aware that his now rhythmically pistoning cock was 
actually beginning to feel pleasurable to her ... but then, if he had 
continued to be temperate with her, her inherent fears would probably have 
stopped her from ever allowing love to be made to her.... 

The warm slickness of her vaginal walls seemed to part before Sam's driving 
cock and wrap moistly around him as he continued to shove his hips forward 
in powerful downward thrusts. He was screwing her as hard and fast as he 
could manage, to make up for the months of frustration he had spent in 
longing to do this to her. Each deep, swift stroke of his hardened shaft was 
like a blow that helped released his pent-up emotions. The terrible strains 
her coyness and evasiveness had imposed upon his normally well-balanced 
nature were waning now as he battered her defenselessly upraised cunt within 
an inch of its life. 

The helpless young policewoman was squealing and groaning loudly with each 
vicious plunge he took in her. He drove his lust-hungry penis in between her 
widespread thighs with such brutal force, that Lonnie felt it like a shock 
wave rippling through her hopelessly impaled belly. She noticed that some of 
the awful pain was receding now as she became slowly accustomed to his 
penis's monstrous size, but still there remained the shame and torment and 
deep anguish at his selfishness. She was still being humiliated, if no 
longer physically damaged by his cruel skewerings, and she knew that she 
would never forgive him for what he was doing to her. She couldn't, not 
after this day of infamy! What did it matter that it was starting to feel 
good to her? Sam was having her body without any regard for her mind or 
soul! None! She felt she was being fucked, and that was the word for 
it-fucked! Like a barn-yard slut he'd picked up for the hour! 

"Uuuuggghhh! Pleeasseee!" she mewled, but there was now something new 
creeping through her tattered nerves. There was something almost masochistic 
in the gradually building flow of pleasure that was seeping through her 
sensually responding flesh! Her total exposure and helplessness to his 
savage assault was taking on a different kind of sensation for her! She 
squirmed tormentedly beneath him on the blanket, the agony starting to take 
second place to new vibrant sensations filling her warmly pulsing loins. He 
was debasing her, using her completely! Oh God, abusing her like a two-bit 
whore! And ... and there was suddenly something very appealing and enticing 
from being fucked like a whore! 

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she moaned with the newly discovered treat echoing in her 
passion-gripping pussy. Now she was truly beginning to respond to Sam's 
fucking. Her whole lush body was coming to life, her fleshy buttocks 
grinding in wanton abandonment under his smoothly stroking penis, her 
undulating hips rising of their own volition to meet his deepest plunges. 
She gripped him tightly to her, pulling her legs up high and opening her 
cuntal slit wider to his pummeling thrusts as if she were no longer able to 
get enough of him inside of her belly. She felt driven half insane by the 
humiliating and sinful hungers he was forcing her to experience from his 
wonderfully sawing penis filling her pussy! God, it was so wicked ... but 
she never wanted him to stop! 

"Ohhhh yesss, Sam! Yesssss!" 

"Cum, honey! Cum with me! I ... I can't hold back any longer!" 

Sam's testicles felt as if they'd burst like hand grenades, her final 
surrender to the passions of sex the ultimate trigger to set his climax off. 
Slamming his hips forward to completely bury the wildly jerking head deeper 
up inside her wetly burning womb, he arched his back and threw his head up 
as the first pleasurable surges of his orgasm shot into her hotly quivering 
vagina! "Ohhhhhhh, honey! You feel so damned fine!" 

The nakedly writhing policewoman felt the initial spurt of Sam's cum far up 
inside the secret recesses of her belly, and she thrilled to the sensation 
of his enormously swelling cock as it throbbed out again and again. It 
suddenly unleashed an emotion she had considered she was incapable of with 
any man ... her own spiraling climax! 

"I ... I'm cumming too, Sam! Oh! Oh! I am! I am!" 

She could feel his rapidly spitting penis filling her womb to overflowing, 
mingling together with her own orgasmic secretions and then rivuleting out 
around the lips of her eagerly milking vagina, wetting their pubic hair and 
trickling slowly down the widespread crevice of her twisting buttocks. At 
that instant they were as one, coupled in a steaming mass of passion which 
neither one of them had ever dreamed existed before! 

"Ohhhhh God, honey! Ohhhh God!" she heard Sam grunt, and she groaned in 
concert as her loins shattered with the sensual delights she had tried to 
deny herself since she was an innocent child. She was lost in the frantic 
heat of total sexual enchantment, and the once unwilling Lonnie was 
suspended in her newly discovered nirvana, ecstatic as her orgasm throbbed 
and throbbed.... 

And then slowly died away. With the calming of her climax, came the 
realization of who she was and where she was ... and what had just happened 
to her. Rape was one thing, and her pain and suffering at having to submit 
to it was something she could have endured, but she couldn't understand how 
she'd allowed herself to have responded the way she had. She'd partaken of 
Sam's savagery like a whore ... and like a whore he had treated her! He had 
hurt and defiled her, and that above all else was inexcusable! Her momentary 
excitement had made her forget her earlier anger at his crude and brutal 
seduction, and his lewd indifference to her modesty and wishes. She had lost 
her mind temporarily-perhaps it had snapped under his barbaric treatment-but 
with full righteous indignation, Lonnie blamed Sam Palmer for everything 
that had disgracefully taken place on this blanket. 

Sam had collapsed over her supple form on the ground, unaware of her 
repugnance toward him. Lonnie could feel his penis slowly deflating inside 
her ravaged vagina, and felt her loins throbbing and bruised as they had 
never been before, not even when she'd been married to Bill. She wanted Sam 
to get up so she could close her legs, but she lay quietly, afraid to say or 
do anything that might excite him again and cause his thick huge cock to 
harden once more deep inside her. The thought of having to go through the 
pain and humiliation again would be too much to take! She could not be able 
to stand it, and she lay still in hopes he would let her go without 
subjecting her to any further indignities. 

After a long, tormenting moment, Sam finally stirred above her. Lonnie 
gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his limp penis slowly withdraw 
from her sensitive cunt with a soft wet sucking noise. A cool rush of air 
flowed across her cum-soiled pubic mound as he rose to his feet. Breathing 
from her heaving chest and closing her aching legs, she felt the pain 
subside a little in the overly-stretched muscles of her thighs. 

Sam gazed silently down at the subjugated policewoman, his sexual frenzy now 
subdued. He felt awkward and guilty for having let his unbridled lust 
overcome the patience he knew he should have shown to the reticent brunette, 
but he was unable to know what he should say to her in apology. At last he 
mustered the courage to mutter. "I ... I'm sorry, Lonnie." 

He waited, but Lonnie didn't respond. 

"There's something about you that sets me wild," he continued, shaking his 
head sadly. "I don't know what got into me this time, though. I know 
better." 

Lonnie remained silent. She slowly began to move, tensing her limbs together 
to see if she could still control them. The ache was dull and consistant, 
and she winced as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. 

"Lonnie ... perhaps if we hadn't waited so long. I mean, if we'd made love 
before, it wouldn't have built up so badly inside of me." 

Still she couldn't find words for Sam, and unable to even look at the naked 
man standing embarrassed beside her, she put her arms around her legs and 
her head on her knees and began to softly cry. 

Then, because Sam wanted to recoup his lost vanity, he blurted out in 
defense: "Well, damnit, you've got to understand a man's feelings about 
these things! I'm not a robot that can be with a woman like you and not feel 
anything! It's as much your fault as it is mine, you and your God Almighty 
virtue!" 

Sam saw her wince at his cruel remarks, and knew he had hit a sore point. He 
was almost relieved to see some reaction from her, even though it was of 
rejection rather than love. It was better than stony silence! "And ... and 
you're some woman, Lonnie," he murmured in a softer tone, as if to appease 
the hurt. "One hell of a lot of woman." 

Lonnie asked herself mournfully: Am I? No ... not in the sense Sam means it. 
If I were a real woman, I would adore having his penis up inside me any 
time, night or day. Instead I feel shamed and sick at heart. For an 
agonizing moment she debated whether she could unburden her troubled soul to 
Sam. But she knew if she did blurt out the truth, it would all come out, 
including Brutus licking her vagina in the parking lot last night while she 
watched two teenagers rutting in the grass ... and the truth would twist 
whatever compassion he held for her into contempt and rejection. 

Instead she managed to say in a low, thick voice: "I ... I think you'd 
better take me back to town, Sam." 

"Look, honey...." 

"No!" she cut in sharply. "No, I can't stand this place another second!" She 
groped her way to her feet, slipping on her shorts without the panties, and 
smoothing them down over her still nervously trembling buttocks. "I want to 
pack up and go!" she insisted, snatching on her brassiere and blouse, "and 
if you don't want to take me, I'll walk!" 

"Sure, Lonnie, sure. Anything you say." 

"Take me home!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Goodbye, Sam," Lonnie Winston said primly as she stepped from Palmer's 
Ford. 

"Honey, I...." Sam licked his lips, still feeling abashed. "Listen, it was 
just one of those things that happened." 

"Well, it won't have a chance to happen again." 

"I guess you'll never understand," the older policeman groaned, staring 
sadly at Lonnie's curvaceous figure as she stood on the sidewalk. 

"No," Lonnie replied crisply after a moment's hesitation, "I don't think I 
will. I don't think I want to." 

"What is it with you, anyway? You liked it, didn't you?" 

"Yes ... yes, of course I did." How could she deny it after her own lewd 
surrender. 

"Next time will be better, I promise. I won't act up." 

"There ... won't be a next time, Sam." 

"Why not?" Palmer frowned up at her through the car window. "I told you, 
it's one of those things that happen, that's all, and I've apologized until 
I'm blue in the face. You can't stay angry with me forever, not for one 
little mistake!" 

"I'm not angry," Lonnie said, and as if realizing for the first time her own 
emotional responsibilities to the sordid incident on the blanket, she added 
in a lower, milder tone: "In ... in fact, I'm very satisfied. You were very 
good, Sam, and I'll remember it as long as I live. But, but it's finished, 
and ... and...." 

Her chin suddenly started trembling, and her face dissolving in a rainshower 
of tears, Lonnie Winston pivoted on her heel and dashed for her house 
without being able to finish her sentence. She fumbled for her door keys, 
then lurched into the living room, slamming the door behind her. Sam 
Palmer's car edged slowly from where he'd parked along the curb, as if 
reluctant to leave her .., Lonnie leaned her back against the door, 
quivering fitfully as she gasped for her breath. She choked back a sob of 
self-loathing, feeling an irrational desire to purge herself, to cleanse her 
body and mind of all the traces of her guilt. She stumbled forward through 
the living room and into the bath, twisting on the chromium handles of the 
shower. A thick stream of water cascaded down into the porcelain tub, and 
she turned the hot water control all the way until great billows of vapor 
filled the small room like a hot, humid sauna. 

Quickly then, almost feverishly, the tortured policewoman stripped her 
blouse and shorts off, throwing the offensive clothing and her brassiere 
into a corner. Bracing herself for the shock, Lonnie stepped into the tub 
and pulled the shower curtain closed, gasping as the scalding stream broke 
over her skin, turning it an angry pink. 

The shame-ridden woman made no move to leave, but stood fast, and 
mercilessly scrubbed soap over her naked body. Her full sensuous lips were 
pressed tightly together as she endured the burning water, accepting it as 
just punishment for having allowed herself to fall prey to prurient desires 
twice in as many days. She thought miserably of her suddenly unchained 
sexual cravings that she had denied and suppressed for so long, and how they 
had unaccountably risen into an unquenchable force that was threatening to 
ruin her life forever. First it was letting a dog tongue her to defeat, then 
rutting fouly out in the open like some devil's trollop ... dear God, was 
nothing sacred to her any longer? How much lower could she sink? 

Only when the water heater emptied and the spray became lukewarm did the 
anguished woman step out onto the circular throw rug. She dried herself 
briskly with a fluffy towel, and then padded naked across the narrow hall 
from the bath to her bedroom. She opened her closet and cloaked her 
burnished flesh in a full-length wrap-around nightgown. It was white, for 
purity she considered sadly, with many layers of sheer satin that was soft 
against her bruised and sore skin, and she was very cautious how tightly she 
tied the drawstring in front, so that the gentle material did not rub too 
closely to her sensitive breasts or tender pubic mound. 

She contemplated going to bed and trying to sleep, for her mind was 
exhausted with shame and horror. Yet, simultaneously, a tingling euphoria 
glowed within her betraying body, and she knew she would only toss and turn 
in frustration, sleep a million miles away and impossible to catch. 

With a heavy, regretful sigh, she retraced her steps to the living room and 
snapped on the television in hopes it would temporarily take her mind off 
her troubles. She went into the kitchen while the set was warming up, and 
then she sat down in an overstuffed armchair, her hands folded in the lap of 
her long flowing nightgown. She stared sightlessly at the inane quiz show 
being broadcast, her brain still churning unwantedly on more than the 
raucous games being played on the silver screen before her. On the table 
beside the chair was the rest of the bottle of Scotch, which is what she'd 
brought from the kitchen, and this time she was not going to bother with 
ginger ale. It was the only sedative she had in the house to soothe her 
nerves, and she was determined not to risk diluting it so the alcohol failed 
to let her forget.... 

... Meanwhile, Lonnie was not the only person thinking of drinking herself 
insensate. Sam Palmer rested disconsolantly on a bar stool in the 
neighborhood tavern close to his apartment house. The Rooster Bar & Grill 
was relatively empty, which wasn't surprising for the early hour, and 
Wednesday evenings were never the busiest time of the week. Sam was just as 
glad not to be bothered. He was in the mood to sulk, sulk and drink, and he 
was on his fourth double Scotch since he'd left Lonnie at her house. He had 
the grand intentions of reaching a dozen martinis, providing he could remain 
intact on the stool that long. 

He was just getting to the point where he threw down the last of the Scotch 
and ordered another drink, when somebody slapped him on the back. "Sam! Hey, 
buddy, whatcha doing here?" 

He turned around, malice in his eyes, and saw it was his roommate, Olin 
Hale. Olin was older than Sam, having turned forty-five his last birthday, 
and his hair was thinning and turning a grey around the temples. There was a 
bit of a paunch to his tubby physique, but he was a hard-muscled man after 
his years of working on the docks, and the network of ruby viens along his 
nose and cheeks told the story of how he played as hard as he worked, 
especially if it included a bottle and a broad. Good-time Olin, everybody's 
foul-mouthed pal ... but Sam wasn't certain he could endure his own 
roommate's overbearing company now, not in the afterclap of Lonnie's 
shattering refusal to see him again. 

"Hey, what's the trouble?" Olin asked, sitting down beside him. "You got a 
face lower than a cockroach's ass." 

"Nothing," Sam replied curtly. "Nothing at all." 

"Aw, come on. You can't fool me, Sam. What is it, woman problems? Weren't 
you supposed to be out squiring that luscious partner of yours today?" 

Sam pursed his lips, then shouted to the bartender: "Hey, Woody, make me 
another, will you?" 

"Sure thing, Mr. Palmer." 

"Make it a double." 

"Make it two doubles, Woody," Olin called out then. "I'll take the other." 
Olin leaned his elbow on the walnut bar, frowning at his friend. "Jesus, 
Sam, you can't keep it cooped up inside of you. That ain't no good for you, 
and six-two and even that you can't drink your way out of it, either. Hell, 
you've got to go to work tomorrow." 

"Speaking of work, you found any yet?" 

"No, I was out looking all day, Sam, and nobody down at the docks is hiring. 
Scout's honor. But I hear that Black Feather is taking on cargo handlers 
next week, so I'll try there first thing Monday morning." 

Sam grunted something unintelligible in the Scotch Woody served. Olin picked 
up his, sipped it, and continued prying for information. "It is about that 
dame, isn't it?" 

"Yeah," Sam admitted after a hesitation. 

"Lonnie. That's her name, isn't it?" 

"Lonnie Winston, yeah." 

"She's really got you gaffed by the gill, ain't she?" 

Sam buried his nose in the martini for another moment, then sighed and said: 
"I deserved it this time, Olin. I really pulled the prize boner of the 
year." 

"Yeah? What happened?" 

"Usual thing that happens between a guy and a gal," Sam said with a shrug. 
"I had too much to drink and she looked too good to pass up." 

"So what's the matter with that?" 

"She threw me out on my ass when it was over." 

"Tied a can to your tail, eh? Didn't she go for it?" 

"That's the strange part, Olin. I mean, hell, I've bummed around enough to 
sense a sexy chick when I meet one, and Lonnie always struck me as being 
that way. And damnit, she was hotter than a pistol when she got going. But 
then...." 

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Olin said philosophically, "Some women are 
nuts that way. Something to do with their pride. They can never fuck and 
just like it, they have to be drunk and not remember, or raped and never 
want it again ... or some fool excuse to make them feel pure and holy 
again." 

"Yeah," Sam said. "Woody?" 

"Another, Mr. Palmer?" 

"Yeah." He turned back to Olin, feeling better now that he had broken his 
reserve and was talking it out with him. "Well, Lonnie's like that, I guess 
... but there's more to her than that. Sure, I get the same number of dreams 
about fucking my girl as any guy gets, but that doesn't mean I was right to 
take advantage of her today. Lonnie is awfully sensitive, and I hurt her a 
lot by acting like a caveman with her. Ain't right what I did, Olin, ain't 
right at all." 

"So what're you going to do about it?" 

"Nothing much I can do." 

"The hell you say. You should go over and tell her what you've been telling 
me." 

"I'd get my head blown off," Sam said bitterly, tasting his sixth double 
Scotch. "Or she'd sick that bruiser of a dog on me." 

"What are you going to do about tomorrow night, when you go back on duty 
with her?" 

"I dunno about that, either. She'll probably ask for a transfer, or tell me 
to get one. Jesus, what a mess." 

"All the more reason to shag it over to her place and strike while the iron 
is hot. You let her simmer on this, and she'll treat you colder than a 
pickled herring. You don't, and you may wind up in a lot of dutch with your 
captain you've been telling me enough how touchy they are about her as it 
is. Why, she blows the whistle on you, and you'll be out herding goats in 
Flushing." 

"But I ... I can't go see her now!" 

"Ain't got a hair on your ass if you don't, Sam. I'm telling you straight, 
if you want to keep your job steady and patch things up between you two, 
you've got to go over there before she has time to collect her wits and bowl 
her over." Olin jabbed Sam in the ribs, winking slyly. "I don't mean bowl 
her over the way you did today, either." 

"Jesus!" 

"Do it, Sam. You won't be fit to live with until you do ... and hell, if you 
lose your job, then nobody'll be able to pay the rent!" 

Sam laughed at this, his spirits bucking up. "Okay, you bastard, I'll do it. 
Don't be surprised if I come back with my head under my arm, though." He 
slid off the stool ... and kept on sliding downwards until he landed in a 
sitting position on the floor. 

"Had a little to drink, Sam?" Olin said, looking down at his roommate. 

"A touch," Sam replied, then shook his head dazedly, clutching the bar 
railing for support. "Jesus, I must have a snoot full!" 

"You can't drive like that." 

"Well, I sure as hell can't walk like this. How else am I supposed to get 
over to Lonnie's?" Sam propped himself upright and sagged against the bar. 
"I can see the visit is out, Olin. I'll just sit back down here and have 
another drink." 

"Oh no, you don't! I'll drive you." 

"You don't have to do that!" 

"What are friends for, Sam?" Olin said with a grin, taking the sergeant by 
the elbow and steering him toward the door. "Put it on the tab, Woody!" he 
called over his shoulder to the bartender, and then to Sam, he added: 
"Besides, I haven't seen a good fight since I broke up with my old lady ten 
years ago!" 

Olin helped Sam out of the tavern and down the street to the apartment house 
parking lot. He took Sam's keys and poured him into the front seat of the 
Ford, then went around and started the engine. Driving out of the lot, he 
started to whistle an aimless tune. He wasn't quite sure why he'd stuck his 
neck out this way, but Sam was his roommate, and a little sixth sense told 
Olin there was more to this than met the eye. He didn't have anything else 
to do this evening, and the situation did interest him ... and you could 
never tell! Maybe some action, girl-wise, would turn up...! 

... Lounging beside Olin in the passenger's side, Sam tried to pull himself 
together and stop acting so drunken. That's all he'd need to do, walk in 
Lonnie's house slobbering booze and falling down over his feet. And Christ, 
Olin was right-now was the time to make up, and he should never have left 
her alone when he did. Damn, but he was an idiot! He'd always had the 
feeling that beneath her modesty she was sexier than a fan-dancer's tassel, 
but that was hardly justification for raping her this afternoon. 

Of course, he could be wrong ... she might have been leading him on a merry 
chase, just as he'd accused her of doing in the heat of his excitement. But 
that still didn't excuse him, and he couldn't really find anger in his heart 
over her straight-laced exterior. Who could respect a woman otherwise? So 
what if she has a knock-out figure-so does a whore! He wanted a female who 
was affectionate and discerning in her choice of him, as well as being 
lovely to look at. And Lonnie was no whore. She was too beautiful a person 
not to have been more tender and understanding toward, and he hoped that 
someway, somehow, he could make it up to her. Perhaps in time, if she was 
willing to forgive and forget, he could build a warm and intimate 
relationship with her, and they could find a mutual, shared love and trust 
for one another.... 

With this attitude running through his inebriated mind, Sam eagerly watched 
as Olin drove the Ford up to the curb and parked in front of Lonnie's house. 
He got out, swaying from the cool evening air again as he deeply breathed 
its cleanness, his head a whirling carousel from all the liquor he'd had. 

"You want me to stay, Sam?" Olin asked. 

"Well ... maybe you better, at least for a few minutes." He turned and 
grinned back at his roommate. "In fact, you might follow me up to the 
porch-you never can tell, I might need you!" 

Olin chuckled, coming around the other side of the Ford. "Lead the way, 
pal." 

Sam trundled up the lawn to the porch, his head and torso high and arched in 
his attempt to stay upright and look sober. The closer to the house he got, 
the more reluctant he was to face the angry woman he'd dropped off here a 
little over an hour before. He'd just as soon go up against the Black Bart 
gang without guns as go inside Lonnie's house ... but it had to be done. The 
wide, shallow steps to the front door were narrow, wobbly ladders to him, 
his feet slipping, his hand clutching the railing, and then he was at the 
door, fumbling with the knob. 

"Shouldn't you knock first, Sam?" 

"Right you are, Olin. That's the polite thing to do." But Sam's hand refused 
to form into a fist or hit the wood door with more than a muted tap. He 
heard sounds from inside; Lonnie was there ... but she wouldn't answer the 
door ... and unable to control his longings a moment longer, Sam wrenched 
the knob and walked into the living room, trying to put an apologetic 
expression on his face. The room was empty. 

"Nobody here," Olin said unnecessarily. 

"But I hear her, Olin," Sam said. And he did, too-or at least some weirdly 
passionate sounds that made him think of Lonnie. He started across the 
living room carpet, Olin tagging hesitantly behind him, and then down the 
hallway. 

"Say, wait a minute, Sam. You can't go bursting in her bedroom! For Christ's 
sake, she may be dressing!" 

If Sam heard his roommate's protests, he was too drunk to respect them. The 
door to Lonnie's bedroom was wide open, and he walked almost in before he 
was cognizant of what was happening in there ... then ... What the hell! 

The police sergeant took one wild, blinding glimpse, and his jaw dropped 
like shattered glass. His face grew a bright beet red as he viewed in 
stunned silence his lovely woman crouching on all fours in the middle of the 
bedroom rug. And mounted on top of her back and humping into her 
wide-splayed buttocks, was the feverishly fucking body of Brutus, her German 
shepherd dog! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Stop it!" Lonnie had yelled out to the depressing silence of her house a 
half hour before Sam returned. "Stop thinking this way!" 

Angrily she leapt to her feet, stamping one foot in an effort to shake off 
the mood of shame and horror that was enfolding her like a thunder cloud 
despite all the Scotch she'd drunk. There was an inch of alcohol in the 
bottle and a different but equally stupid quiz show on television, and 
sitting here in the chair had not helped at all. She had spent the entire 
time trying to forget the vicious assault on her defenseless body by that 
despicable partner of hers, Sam Palmer, but if anything, the memory was 
fresher than ever. 

Worse, the more she pondered over the obscenely vile events of this day and 
last night, the more she understood that the truly bitter horror was not 
what had been done to her so much as what she had done to herself. She had 
not merely surrendered to the unavoidable, but had ultimately given herself 
willingly and wantonly to the shameful but exciting sensations that the dog 
and then Sam had sent coursing through her flesh. This was inexcusable, and 
it frightened her more than anything else. 

Drunkenly she shivered from her humiliating confession and took a last 
swallow of Scotch directly from the bottle. She had changed, there was no 
doubt about that. She, who had once been so frigid and afraid of sex, seemed 
to have grown a callous around her once pitifully naive innocence. She had 
compromised herself twice in a row, and increasingly she saw that she could 
no more blame Sam for what he'd done out there on the blanket with her, than 
she could chastize Brutus for what he'd done in the parking lot. She was 
ruined, perhaps without redemption, and she was convinced that one more day 
like today and her life would not be worth living. 

She vowed tearfully that she would make one last effort to salvage what she 
could of her self-respect and her career. She'd considered a hasty, feigned 
sick-call to the Department, but that would only delay the inevitable. 
Sooner or later she would have to go back to work. A quick resignation would 
do more damage than good, she feared, for a sudden leaving of town could 
easily result in a bad recommendation, and without her restraining presence, 
Sam might openly brag of his conquest. Worse, she simply did not have the 
money to travel far enough away from this nightmare! No, Lonnie knew deep 
inside herself that the only chance she had was to stay in Butte City and 
stick it out. Somehow she had to find the stamina to see this shameful 
situation through, and pray that things didn't get any worse. Lord, how 
could they get any worse than they were already? 

And yet ... God! How could she hope to have the nerve to act natural around 
Sam Palmer? He knew! He knew what they had done today, and she couldn't keep 
it from him! And though he had no idea that she'd allowed her dog to tongue 
her vagina to orgasm, she was sure that lewd blot was as conspicuous as the 
sun itself! Her guilt and inner torment were shredding her apart, and it 
seemed the more she considered her sordid actions, the more upset she 
became! 

She had to get her mind off it for at least a little while, before she went 
stark raving mad with her own self-torturing thoughts. Maybe some fresh air 
would help, a nice walk through the neighborhood in the cool evening sunset 
... no, that would entail meeting friends and neighbors, and she didn't feel 
up to stopping and chatting with anybody at the moment. Brutus. Well, she 
had been awfully unfair to him today, and he did need to be taken care of. 
After her far more scandalous behavior with Sam today, the slip with him 
last night was relatively minor, and no longer bothered her half so much 
when considered separately. And besides, if she looked after Brutus for 
awhile, she wouldn't have to leave the house and change out of her 
comfortable nightgown. 

Her mind made up, Lonnie padded on bare feet to the back door and whistled 
for Brutus. The handsome German shepherd bounded across the lawn, barking 
happily that his mistress had returned to him. She rubbed his furry neck, 
smiling down at him and cooing in her special voice that everything was all 
right now, and then she led him into the house. While the backyard was 
fenced, it was only chain-link and not private enough from her nosy 
neighbors to the south. As concealed as she was in the multi-folds of her 
satin gown, she had no intention of letting that beady-eyed old Mr. 
Sternwheeler catch sight of her parading outside in her nightgown. God only 
knew what that might lead to after all that had been happening! 

She smiled as the dog trotted obediently beside her into the living room, 
his welcoming presence lessening the anguish and loneliness she was feeling. 
He crowded affectionately against her legs, pleased that she was no longer 
acting aloof and distant to him, as if she'd been angry with him, and he 
gazed up with fond eyes when she stooped to talk to him soothingly. 

"You're a good dog, Brutus," she murmured, patting his head. "A very good 
dog, and I ... I shouldn't have been so mean to you this morning. It was my 
fault about last night, not yours. If I had been the strong woman I always 
had considered myself to be, none of this ... well, it doesn't matter. I 
guess it'll be just you and me from now on, though," she added ruefully. "So 
we better get along together, right?" 

Brutus raised his head and before she realized his intentions, his warm, 
moist tongue quickly darted out to brush hotly across her lips. In a natural 
reaction, Lonnie drew her face back up, surprised, but not repelled. In 
fact, the loving wet contact had sent an unexpected sensation fluttering 
through her! For a long moment, she stared deeply into his wide brown eyes, 
taking his handsome head between her trembling hands. Brutus had kissed her 
and he knew it! The devilish glimmer in his eyes was a dead give-away! She 
glanced away, burning with sudden shame, but still she was terribly aware of 
his muscular lean body pressing against her legs. She could almost feel the 
warmth of his animalistic virility pulsing out to her from the smooth, 
glossy coat of hair. God! What was she thinking! 

Lonnie pushed the dog away from her, staring horrifiedly down into his 
ever-innocent, unguilty face. He whined up at her, as if sensing the heat he 
had unwarrantedly rekindled within her belly and loins. "Oh, Brutus, Brutus, 
what am I to do with you?" the shaken policewoman moaned in 
self-bewilderment and humiliation. 

Brutus didn't answer her in so many words, but his eyes seemed to linger 
brashly, almost impudently over her round curves gently clothed beneath her 
frail nightgown. God! It was absurd to believe a dog could harbor such an 
emotion, and Lonnie bit into the soft flesh of her lower lip, determined to 
overcome the immoral idea which she was sure sprang only as a figment in her 
own mind. A pet, no matter how loyal or loving, simply did not stare 
passionately at his mistress! But she felt her mind whirling around in 
befuddlement, unable to decide exactly what was the reality of Brutus' 
expression and what was only in her mind. Ohhh ... what she needed was 
another drink, something to steady her before she lost her wits completely! 

She returned to the kitchen and the familiar cupboard over the sink. The 
Scotch was gone, and for an instant Lonnie could hardly believe that she 
alone had managed to down an entire fifth today ... but then this day had 
been most peculiar all the way around! There was only an opened pint of 
vodka up there now, but she gratefully took it down and filled a glass with 
some of the hot, clear liquid. The vodka burned her throat and stomach on 
the way down, making her slightly sick until she thought of the illusions 
she'd just had that Brutus was somehow more than merely a dog with a dog's 
mentality, instincts and desires ... and the shameful phantasy made her lift 
the glass and take another heavy swallow. The warming alcohol flowed 
instantly through her bloodstream, relaxing her and soothing her jittery 
passions. 

Dear Lord, what had taken possession of her mind so thoroughly after Brutus 
had affectionately laved her face? A stupid question; she knew all too well 
what was the matter. She could feel the inflamed pink lips of her 
involuntarily swelling vagina tingling slightly, and the first tentative 
hardening of her nipples, and the beginning heave of her full thrust breasts 
against the silky softness of her sheer nightgown. And God in heaven, she 
knew! How she knew! 

Somehow she had to defeat these mysterious cravings that were rising out of 
nowhere in her traitorous body to overcome all sense of decency and 
morality! She had to! She couldn't go on like this, afraid to trust herself 
even in the privacy of her own home! 

She refused to sit down in her agitated state of mind, and Brutus stalked 
her like a shadow through the different rooms of her house, getting close 
enough to brush against her when she would pause in the kitchen for a refill 
of vodka. All alone in the privacy of my house ... all alone with just me 
and my dog ... Lonnie shivered from the subversive thought. Once again she 
walked through the rooms, stopping in the bedroom to stare at herself in the 
large mirror over her bureau. The face returning her features was waxen and 
pale, the large dark eyes somber with painful anxiety.... 

Suddenly she shuddered, sucking in her breath. There in the background of 
the mirror's reflection was Brutus, sitting on his haunches and watching her 
intently. God, and the way he was staring at her! It was worse than before! 
But it had to be only her over-wrought imagination playing tricks on her 
again, because no dog could possibly feast his eyes on his mistress so 
brazenly as to give the impression he was mentally undressing her! A savage 
thrill speared through her weakening resolve as she felt a tremor of erotic 
response deep between her moist inner thighs. She turned around to study the 
dog carefully, and no ... not unless she was going crazy, she was positive 
now that Brutus was viewing her lecherously! Her darling dog wanted to see 
her naked breasts and legs, and if only she had the lewd nerve to let him! 
She was filled with the perverted desire to take off her nightgown right 
then and there, before his dark brown eyes ... to strip right down to where 
he could see everything he wanted to ... even her secretion-wet pussy he'd 
so deliciously licked last night! 

Damn! Oh damnation, she had to resist her unspeakably wicked impulses which 
were tugging at the very core of her being! This was horrible, Lonnie told 
herself ... horrible and perverted, even if she were mistaken about the dog! 
For even if Brutus had no idea what was happening, she did! Yet in spite of 
her sincere revulsion at her own animal lustings, the trembling policewoman 
felt another tremendous surge of salacious delight filtering through her at 
the notions of what Brutus could do if she were naked before him. How easy 
it would be ... all she'd have to do is crook her finger and the dog would 
come begging with that talented tongue of his ... and then ... God, and 
then! She could feel herself quaking all over, her firm round buttocks 
quivering as she stood but a yard from her German shepherd and attempted one 
last time to gain control of her rapidly fleeing senses. 

But it was too late. Too late! Too late to even feel remorse for the licking 
flames of indecent temptation that were overwhelming the moistened flesh of 
her warmly aroused cuntal slit. There was still a part of her drunken mind 
which rebelled at the shameless immorality of her once-again burgeoning 
desires, but a much more urgent voice was persuading that she wanted" this 
handsome dog, and that they were alone in her own house, and nobody ever 
need to know! And Brutus wanted her just as needfully, that was obvious by 
the way he sat shivering in tensed emotion, ready to obey her slightest 
obscene command! How could she deny herself or her pet the forbidden 
pleasures they could enjoy once more together? God, she couldn't! It was too 
damned late to deny them! 

Almost sobbing now from her inexorably growing wants, Lonnie sat down on the 
side of the bed. Brutus came closer until he could rest his head in her lap, 
the hot, spicy aroma from up between her warm naked legs saturating his 
trained, animated instincts...! 

"Oh, you mind-reading brute!" Lonnie hissed, stroking his great head cradled 
on the soft folds of her nightgown. "You want to make an animal out of me, 
don't you? Well, after all these years of being a no-sex vegetable, I want 
that too! I want to be an animal, and I ... I can't help it!" 

Lonnie's brain swam from the Scotch and the vodka she'd drunk. But the 
liquor had done nothing to ease the burning sensual excitement within her as 
she'd hoped it would. Nothing could do that, she saw that now, nothing but 
fulfillment ... and she was absolutely aflame with perverted desire! And 
she'd tried so hard to quell her newly discovered passions! There was no 
chance, no chance at all for her to return to normal, God-fearing decency, 
for she was a total, seething wetness between her thighs, and she knew that 
Brutus keenly sensed it! He was merely waiting ... waiting...! 

"Ohhhh," she moaned aloud, once more pressing him back away and gaining her 
feet, though none too steadily. "Then if you want me that way, Brutus dear, 
then that's the way you'll have me! An animal!" 

Brutus squatted on his haunches again, wagging his tail as he saw her slowly 
suck in her breath as if in final resolve. Her lovely mouth curved in an 
obscene smile of lust and her eyes gleamed licentiously, watching him 
closely to make sure he was catching every sensuous undulation she made. 
Lonnie tried to warn herself that what she was purposely doing was wrong ... 
That the seducing of her dog was against God's and man's law both, and could 
only lead to her eventual downfall. But her incensed demands were too 
fevered for that pink wet tongue that was panting from the side of Brutus' 
snout now, her vows and promises feeble barriers that were swept aside as 
she began to teasingly undo the cord to her nightgown. Her body's perverted 
needs were once more in firm control of her senses, forcing her to stand 
provocatively before the German shepherd with her legs spread apart, her 
palms sliding down over the fullness of her breasts as her gown slowly 
draped open. 

"I'm undressing for you, Brutus lover," she cooed tauntingly above him. "You 
want to see me naked, don't you? It's not my imagination at all ... you 
truly do want to see your mistress naked!" 

Lonnie moved with the lithe awareness of being fascinatedly viewed, and 
reveled in her lewd exhibition. She teasingly began to roll the thin gown 
down over her undulating shoulders, down further over her throbbing breasts 
and around her thighs, until Brutus could see the first tufts of dark pubic 
hair peek from the edges of the fabric. Then lower still, an inch at a time, 
until finally she allowed the gown to fall entirely free and drop to the 
carpet of the bedroom floor. She kicked the satiny gown aside and stood 
unabashedly naked before the whining German shepherd. The secretion-damp 
lips of her aching cunt were presented to his animal eyes in total 
sacrifice, the curly fleece of her pubic hair moist and glistening lewdly in 
the pale lamp-light overhead. Her legs, long and slender and satiny-smooth, 
were trembling at their inner thighs with the flowing droplets of her 
passion, and her flat belly quivered uncontrollably as she basked in the 
dog's obvious admiration. 

"Well, lover-dog? You like what you see?" she cooed enticingly. She lifted 
her hands and began to slide them along the silky flesh of her sides, from 
the flanks of her ripely rounded thighs up to the outward swells of her 
high, full-molded breasts. Her fingers began to stroke her breasts, kneading 
them gently and pushing them out to the dog as if presenting him with two 
forbidden but wickedly luscious gifts of flesh. She held that position for a 
short moment, and then when Brutus remained rooted in the same position, she 
slowly dropped to her knees and moved backward on all fours towards him. 

"Come to your bitch-girl!" she urged obscenely, turning around on the carpet 
so that her upraised buttocks were wavering seductively before him. She 
looked back over her shoulders at Brutus, moving closer to him on her hands 
and knees until her naked loins were presented directly to his face. "Come 
and love your new girlfriend with that marvelous red weapon of yours!" 

With effortless grace, the huge animal rose to his feet and padded that last 
couple of inches to her provocatively naked offering. Lonnie lowered her 
head and looked down between her breasts to see him positioning himself 
between her slightly spread legs, her breathing quickening as automatically 
she spread them further for him. She watched the dog poise his furry head 
against her full, flushed thighs, fleeing memories of last night's oral 
loving racing intoxicatingly through her lust-incited mind. She heard her 
own animalistic little whine when his hot breath taunted the sparse pubic 
curls between her legs ... Then his cool, wet nose brushed against the 
impulsive, desire-filled flesh of her cuntal slit. She heard him whimper as 
he sniffed, and she waited impatiently, her thighs opening still wider of 
their own volition. 

"Ahhhh!" Lonnie couldn't hold back the sudden expressive gasp when she felt 
his damp nose move deeper between her thighs and brush wetly up into the 
tiny puckered ring of her sensitively exposed anus! "Ohhhh Lord!" she 
blurted, the moment his irresistible tongue splurged between her widely 
splayed buttocks to wormingly lick up and down the smooth, fleshed slit 
surround her snug anal mouth. 

With a deep lascivious groan, Lonnie thrust her buttocks back against his 
fluting tongue, forcing his nose deeper into the up-thrust crevice between 
her legs. His ravishing mouth nipped up the moist passage and taunted her 
pussy without mercy. Wild incoherent moans streamed from the policewoman's 
mouth, pleading and encouraging her guard dog now as he worked like the 
savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on. She 
twisted her lush white hips hard against his nuzzling tongue as she reached 
behind her to spread the rounded cheeks of her ass and give her pet easier 
access to her tingling vaginal crevice. His wet red tongue lapped the entire 
length of her cuntal lips for another long agonizing moment, tonguing her to 
abject, shameless slavery.... 

Then Brutus was pushing his snout into her wantonly writhing loins, forcing 
his furry head between her trembling thighs and lifting her up to a high 
elevation. She was still on all-fours, but in order to obey the German 
shepherd's strangely urgent demand, she had to draw in her legs from the 
lower, wide-splayed position and thrust her tautly rounded buttocks up 
behind her until she was almost kneeling in prayer in front of him. His 
naked mistress was entirely willing to do as bid, the obscene animal's 
tongue having driven her to total capitulation, crushing her surface 
resistance which had been so fragile after she'd been licked by him last 
night and then fucked by Sam Palmer only hours ago. 

But Lonnie turned her head in obscene curiosity nevertheless ... and it was 
then that she caught sight of Brutus's advanced state of excitement! Her 
eyes widened with a strange anticipatory tingle as she saw the glistening 
scarlet cock emerging from the hair-covered sheath below the huge German 
shepherd's belly. It was wet and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing 
lewdly as it continued to slither hotly out of its fleshy concealment, and 
God! Was it possible he would try to dog-fuck her with it? 

A licentious impulse of unbridled animalism raged through the policewoman's 
lust-charged body, an obscenely mind-shattering urge which fascinated the 
voluptuously naked Lonnie in its forbidden lewdness alone! But no ... not 
Brutus! She had only ordered him to lick her cunt with his tongue! Not to 
try to mate with his mistress as if she were one of his she-dogs in season! 
No, not Brutus...! 

But as Lonnie knelt in fascinated awe, she felt the sleek, handsome beast 
slowly, paw by paw, mount her upraised thighs. His glistening red penis 
slipped easily along the sensitive crevice between her buttocks, throbbing 
with need as it searched eagerly to bury its length into the pink slit of 
her desire-heated pussy. 

Whimpering with newly-acquired frustration, the lust-defeated woman jiggled 
her nakedly quivering buttocks back in a frenzied effort to grasp the 
growing animal cock and suck its rigid length into the confines of her 
throbbing cuntal mound. The sharp tip of Brutus's member kept missing, 
sliding frustratingly up between her wide-stretched cheeks until, with a 
tiny moan, Lonnie clenched her buttocks tight and wriggled back and forth, 
trying to force her massive dog's thick penis into the fiery cock-hungered 
canal of her vagina. Driven by insatiable desire, the German shepherd thrust 
blindly, sliding his scarlet hardness through the passion-wettened lips of 
her cunt and brushing it roughly against her tingling clitoris. Lonnie found 
that she was breathless, waiting for the final successful attempt by this 
huge dog to skewer her helpless belly with his massively pulsing erection. 

Moaning, almost screaming now as the air burst from her lungs, Lonnie 
reached behind her for the wet slippery head of his dog-cock, and guided it 
up into the gripping entrance of her shamelessly aroused pussy. She sighed 
with blissful sensation as it suddenly sank deep into her hotly awaiting 
loins. There was hardly time to linger, though, as it spread her 
passion-dilated cuntal passage open with a rapid-fire pace. Like the 
powerful animal he was, Brutus fucked his searing dog-cock deep up into the 
far hidden depths of his mistress's passion-filled belly. She gasped and 
cringed beneath him, her mind a blank of sensual desire, the very heart of 
her womanhood aflame with a soul-scorching wave of unequaled lust! 

Maddening delights of unholy ecstasy quickly filled her lewdly submissive 
nakedness, and the frantic young policewoman could do no more than groan and 
squirm as she offered the whole of her nakedly spread loins back up against 
him. She bowed her head a second time to watch between her dancing breasts 
as his scarlet rod of stiffened penis slithered in and out of her raging 
vagina like a bestial jackhammer. Base lust saturated her slaving body as 
she sensually pumped her rounded buttocks upwards and backwards onto his 
ever-spearing penis, skewering herself deeper and deeper with heavenly 
delight into her seething belly. Neither she nor her dog heard the gasp in 
the doorway of her bedroom, nor did they see Sam Palmer and his roommate 
Olin, standing in transfixed disbelief at the obscenely carnal view before 
their eyes...! 

"I don't believe it!" Sam groaned in a soft, choked voice. 

Olin's eyes were round as saucers and just about as big, and his flabby 
mouth hung agape. "That's not Lonnie! Some old diseased whore from Tijuana, 
I'll go along with that ... but not Lonnie! It can't be her!" 

Sam stared with a glazed wonderment as the Department-trained guard dog 
fucked brutally into the nakedly writhing body of his mistress. God, she was 
begging Brutus to fuck her, fuck her harder and faster and shoot his alien 
cum into her cunt! She wanted to feel his animal sperm fill her unsatisfied 
belly! Her greedy vagina was working hungrily on her vicious pet's fleshy 
dog-cock as if she were no longer human herself! No ... it couldn't be 
Lonnie, his Lonnie, the Lonnie who hated sex! But his eyes snapped back to 
her lust-contorted face, telling him she could be no one else! 

"Yes," he whispered in a drawn-out moan. "It's ... It's Lonnie, all right!" 

"Incredible!" Olin said. 

Lonnie, still unaware that she and Brutus were being watched, groaned aloud 
with delight at the delicious filling of her stretched vaginal passage by 
her dog's scarlet penis. She slithered further back on her legs to devour 
all of his thrusting erection as she felt him humping repeatedly against her 
buttocks with all the strength of his muscular hips. 

"Ohhhhh, you wonderful dog! You marvelous lover, fuck me!" she begged 
gasping. She was approaching that elusive orgasm again, and her wildly 
aroused body was becoming more animal than Brutus as she splayed her thighs 
wider apart, her toes curling into the soles of her feet while rocking to 
and fro to spur her German shepherd on with his pistoning cock. God, oh God, 
she .had climaxed with his tongue last night and with Sam's fucking this 
afternoon ... and now that she had shattered her Puritan shackles which had 
held her constricted up until now, it would not take long for her newfound 
wantonness to climax again! With that thick, expanding animal penis digging 
erotically into her sensitive cunt like a well-oiled machine, the cords on 
her neck suddenly tightened in an unmistakable sign of what she was 
experiencing. 

"I ... I'm cumminnnggg! Ohhhhh, I'm cummmminnnggg! Fuck me harder, Brutus! 
Fuck me harder and cum toooo...." The nakedly kneeling policewoman pleaded 
with a voice shrill with passion, her hands darting back to once again grasp 
her driving buttocks and pull them farther apart so her dog could surge more 
of his miracle penis into her belly. Her orgasmic juices flowed wetly out 
around the German shepherd's still pounding hardness, flowing down the 
crevice of her vagina and flooding over his hair-covered testicles as they 
rubbed rhythmically against her tender clitoris below. 

Above his mistress's wildly undulating back, Brutus salivated on her naked 
flesh, digging his forepaws tightly around her waist. The dog fucked into 
her demonically, while Lonnie beneath him continued to groan out her 
lightning climax. She could feel the hot waves of his bestial seed shooting 
deep up into her dilating womb, mixing lasciviously with the pooling sperm 
Sam had throbbed into her from before. Her head whirled in depraved 
sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts of dog-semen filled her to the 
bursting point with sticky moistness. The searing walls of her vagina 
clasped and unclasped desperately, sucking at the jerking organ like the 
mouth of a starving child. 

Sam Palmer stared in hypnotizing shock when his naked patrol partner began 
contracting her buttocks in uncontainable ecstasy, squealing at the final 
eruptions of her orgasm deep in her heaving belly. The thick animal sperm 
from her dog's penis oozed out of her ravished vagina and rolled down the 
upraised columns of her legs, while she suddenly displayed soaked pubic hair 
and pink cuntal flesh as she pitched forward on her face in final satiation. 

The German shepherd guard dog backed off his mistress, his quickly deflating 
cock slipping from her mauled pussy with a lewd sucking sound which echoed 
obscenely through the ears of the two stunned men who were watching. With 
almost a smile, the huge dog lowered his head and lapped up the remaining 
cum fluids that covered her vaginal crevice and inner thighs until there was 
nothing left but the glistening trail of his saliva gleaming its reflection 
on her satisfied body.... 

The police sergeant and his roommate continued to stare in awe at the 
quivering, quietly moaning woman on the floor. 

"The bitch!" Sam hissed unreasoningly. 

"As good a name for her as any, considering," Olin agreed. 

Under normal circumstances, Sam Palmer would have been furious enough to 
find his girlfriend screwing around on him. But this was more than he could 
take, and his real anger was directed at his ego for having been so wrong 
about her! Lonnie had lied to him, pretending all the bullshit about morals 
and chastity when all the time she'd been letting her dog fuck the crap out 
of her! Next thing he'd know, the Department's kennel breeder would be out 
here saying she raped his dog pack! And his ego, in defense, demanded 
revenge! By Jesus, he'd take her pride and self-respect away forever! She'd 
never dare to show her face around the station ever again, not after he got 
finished with her! Nobody made a fool out of Samuel Q. Palmer without facing 
the most horrible punishment! 

"The fucking bitch!" Sam snarled again, so enraged that though he tried to 
yell, his voice came out in only a choking whisper. 

"So now we know what Lonnie really is," Olin said in his curt, gruff tone. 
"The thing is, do we leave now before she sees us and sics her lover on our 
asses?" 

"Hell, no! You can skip out if you want, but I'm staying!" 

"Uh-huh. Doing what?" 

"What?" Sam drew himself up in all his fury, his eyes blazing with hatred 
and pain as Lonnie squirmed slowly on the floor, the full curve of her naked 
thighs rotating on the carpet until it became the gentle slip of her smooth 
round buttocks. "What am I going to do?" Sam repeated, and even though he'd 
just see her pet dog cum inside of her, the very degeneracy of Lonnie's lewd 
display made his penis harden in his pants. The very depth of her obscenity 
made him excited-Jesus, who wouldn't get excited watching such absolute 
depravity! His erect penis throbbed in his pants with vengeance. 

"I'm going to pay her back, Olin," he snarled at last. "I'm going to pay her 
back-in coin!" 

"Well, in that case I might just stick around awhile," his older roommate 
snickered. "I don't mind admitting I've got a bone on from looking at that 
dog fuck your girl, and it's feeling like a stone wall is trapped in my 
drawers. I wouldn't mind sinking it in her ... if you think that might 
helppay her back properly." 

Sam turned to Olin, blinking in surprise at first, but then breaking out 
into a broad, cynically lurid smile. "I think that might just be the 
medicine this little cock-teasing slut could understand," he said. "I think 
between the two of us, we might teach her some things she won't likely 
forget!" 

"We've got a fair amount of catching up to do then, Sam," Olin said, rubbing 
the stubble on his unshaven cheeks. 

Quickly, as if on a prearranged signal, the two men stripped off their 
clothes and stood naked in the doorway of the bedroom, surveying the scene. 
Then, Olin stroking his swollen stubby cock and letting his heated cum build 
up in his testicles, they walked stiff legged over to where Lonnie still lay 
half-comotose on the floor. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Hello, honey-you goddamned whore!" 

That voice! Lonnie thought foggily through her alcohol and satiation. I know 
that voice as well as my own ... She rolled over on her back and squinted 
through lust-smoked eyes. And then she saw the tall, muscular man standing 
over her, his fists clenched angrily at his sides, another man who was 
shorter and heftier lounging nearby. 

"Oh no!" she gasped out loud as she peered intently at the contorted face of 
the man she thought was in love with her. But Sam Palmer was no longer that 
sympathetic, gentle man she'd once believed ... He was a complete stranger 
now, his features twisted cruelly into lines of enragement, mirroring his 
desire for vengeance and punishment. Dear God, he'd seen! He knew! They both 
knew! 

"Yes, honey, it's me," he sneered down at her. "Sam Palmer, remember? And 
you remember Olin Hale, my roommate, don't you? You've met him a couple of 
times before...." 

For a moment, the entire bedroom was as blurred as the words that Sam was 
saying to her, drunken thoughts whirling incoherently through the young 
policewoman's shattered mind. Sam was here with that Olin Hale creep ... and 
were her eyes deceiving her? No! They were both naked! Naked and their 
penises were in full jutting erection! But why? What were they planning to 
do...? Her mind returned to what Sam was saying.... 

"Now, Olin here, he doesn't have any pedigree, any more than I have. But 
we're good mongrel stock, all red blood instead of blue blood in our veins, 
and certified by the S.P.C.A. You think we'll do for you, honey, now that 
you've worn out ol' Fido here?" 

"Sam! Sam, please, you don't understand!" she pleaded, her eyes wide with 
disbelief at the sight and sounds she was receiving. "You don't know what 
you're saying!" 

"I know exactly what I'm saying, you slut!" he roared down at her. "We've 
been watching you a good fifteen minutes! What more do we need-a guided 
tour?" 

"Please, please listen to me," she moaned, her words sounding useless and 
pathetic even to her own ears. "Let me explain, please...." 

"No need, Lonnie." Sam stared down at the naked policewoman on the carpet 
with hard, contemptuous anger in his face. "No need at all. In fact, the 
less you say the better it'll be." 

"No, Sam," she sobbed. "Don't say that. Don't look at me that way, don't, 
please. You don't know what I've gone through...." 

"One of the Department's German shepherds, that's what you've gone through!" 
He spat the words so harshly and cruelly that she winced beneath their 
impact. He leaned over and grasped her naked shoulders hard in his hands, 
digging his fingers deep into the softness of her cringing flesh. "How many 
other dog pounds have you gone through, Lonnie? Christ! The whole damn thing 
is unbelievable!" 

Lonnie quivered in horror and shame. She tried to speak again, but her 
common sense told her it would do no good. She didn't know this brutal man; 
he was a stranger, and her humiliation was replaced by the fear that he and 
Olin Hale might kill her. 

He closed his hands tightly around her throat and pulled her upwards toward 
him. But the sudden movement and the savage pressure of his hands on her 
throat caused her to jerk herself away and fall back sprawling on the floor. 

"You bitch!" he snapped. "I didn't see that you were squirming away from 
Brutus!" He slapped her face hard, flat across the cheeks, jerking her head 
to one side so hard she feared certainly he had broken her neck. She tried 
to twist away from his madness, but he only slapped her again, this time 
across the other cheek. 

"Stop it, Sam! Stop it or I'll ... I'll call Brutus!" 

"I dare you!" he laughed mockingly down at her. "Go on, I dare you to sic 
him on me or Olin, because if you do, you better be sure he kills us." 

"Right, sweetie," Olin chimed in for the first time. "You can't do nothing 
to us, not without blowing your own little secret. You better just pat your 
dog and tell him to stay quiet, if you know what's good for all of us!" 

"You wouldn't want for me to yell cops, would you?" Sam added with a sneer. 
"I think I can find one right close by if you do, honey." 

Lonnie glanced from Sam to his naked roommate and then back to Sam, catching 
the wicked gleam in both their eyes. She shut her eyes tightly, hanging her 
head, her humiliation knowing no bounds. "Oh God," she moaned 
uncontrollably. "Oh, dear God in heaven. Please, please go away and leave me 
alone!" 

"Why, what's eating you, Lonnie-sweetie?" Olin teased. "Your pride all 
ruffled because me'n'Sam found out about your little dog-fucking party? Why, 
I wouldn't worry none if I were you, on account we aren't going to tell 
anybody ... That is, if you're nice about it." 

Lonnie's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had turned inside out. There 
was little question what lewd thoughts were in that beer-bellied man's mind, 
but still she sought to play naive. 

"Wh-what do you mean?" 

"Come on, honey," Sam chuckled. "You're smarter than that. Just say it's Be 
Kind to Dumb Animals Week around here, okay? And we're all a bunch of dumb 
animals when it comes to you!" 

Lonnie felt her mouth twisting into a harsh, miserable grimace of horror. 
The ghastly truth was that she was going to be forced to submit unwillingly 
to these two men in order to avoid a still worse fate. Suddenly she felt 
nauseous, as vivid memories of Sam crouching over her this afternoon with 
his hard thick penis ramming up inside her defenseless pussy came flooding 
back to her mind. The blood drained from her face as she begged Palmer 
beseechingly: 

"Please, please don't make me! Not like this, in front of your roommate!" 

"All right, honey," he said with a malicious tone. "All right, you won't do 
it in front of my roommate. You'll do it first in front of his roommate! 
Then, in due time I'll fuck you too, you bitch! I'll ream you out like a gun 
barrel when I think you've earned it!" 

"Nooo! No, not ... not with him! I don't like him!" she babbled 
hysterically. "I ... I don't even know him!" 

"Then how can you tell you don't like him? Look at the bright side of 
things, honey-there isn't a better way of getting to know a stranger, is 
there? Why, you two will be bosom buddies afterwards, I bet!" 

"I won't!" A defiance rose in Lonnie's chest as she considered the loathsome 
plans they had in store for her. "I won't! You can't make me!" 

But then came the warning voice booming out her protests. "The hell we 
can't! You can take it the easy way and enjoy it, or the hard way and get it 
anyway-dog-fucker!" 

The naked policewoman's blood turned to ice as she heard Sam call her the 
obscene name. It was a further brazen reminder of the vicious hold he held 
on her life, and the fact that even if he didn't get too rough with her 
because of Brutus, he would have no compunction about following through with 
his blackmailing threat. Dear Lord, there was no way to resist him or Olin 
from using her body as a helpless toy in their brutal quest for revenge and 
satisfaction ... satisfaction that would only cease when they had both 
inundated her soft, resilient belly with their hateful sperm. 

She relaxed and gave up her defiance. She knew she would eventually have to 
give in, anyway, and there was nothing left now but the horrible, 
humiliating submission to their every obscene desire. This would be 
retribution for being the abandoned whore she knew she'd become ... and 
retribution is never kind! Still ... the dismal prospect of lying beneath 
the man she'd thought loved her while he treated her as nothing more than a 
fleshy recepticle for his lewdly gushing sperm was a thousand times more 
degrading than submitting to that ugly old roommate of his! If ever she'd 
hoped to respond passionately to Sam, she knew it was beyond redemption now! 
She'd surrender because she had to ... but only in tormenting pain. 

Abruptly, Olin Hale came across to stand in front of her, his thick stub of 
a penis stretching out menacingly from his hirsute loins beneath the 
overhang of his paunchy belly. Lonnie stared at it in tearful awe, for in 
comparison to Sam's, which seemed to her larger than average to begin with, 
his was gargantuan in girth! 

"Like it, sweetie?" Olin leered vulgarly, one hand stroking his heavy 
foreskinned erection when he caught her stare fixed upon it. "What I don't 
have in length, I make up for in width! One hairpin I knew called it a 
German blood-sausage! It looks a little like one, eh?" 

"It's a pip, Olin!" Sam laughed. 

Lonnie trembled and moaned in uncontainable dread, their foul and 
humiliating threats having an effect on her naked body she could not 
understand. Lord, even the familiar sight of Sam's massive hardness sent 
chills of horrified apprehension rippling up her spine! Yet the utterly 
obscene abuses they intended to commit upon her cowering flesh were setting 
off undeniable sparks of fascination in her belly and loins that she could 
not believe! There was no question that she was going to receive a savage 
and unmerciful comeuppance ... why should she have even the slightest 
perverse anticipation for it? 

And then Olin Hale was slipping down on the carpeted bedroom floor beside 
her and wrapping his pudgy arms around her naked flesh, pulling her tightly 
to him. They lay pressed together, his rigid cock insinuated all the way 
through her soft inner thighs and trapped on the other side between the 
crevice of her fright-clenched buttocks, his lips clamping obnoxiously over 
her mouth. He moved his heavy loins hungrily against her naked pelvis, and 
then she felt his hardened male shaft taunting through the cringing pink 
lips of her dog-fucked vagina. The immediate contact of his blunt warm 
cock-tip against the semen-coated flesh of her sensitive cunt instigated 
teasing sensations unwantedly through her nerves. 

"Nooo!" she gasped tormentedly, as waves of shame and fear flowed hotly 
through her mind. "No, Sam ... don't let him do this to me! Please!" 

"Would you rather have Brutus again, bitch?" 

Lonnie sobbed uncontrollably at the cutting remark, trying to press her 
thighs together to deny Sam's awful roommate an entrance into her trembling 
belly. But she was on her side, helpless, her whitely shimmering buttocks a 
quaking spectacle that only urged the naked Olin on stronger. He clutched 
the straining ass-cheeks in one hand, forcing them closer to his searching 
loins. His erect penis slid along her hair-fringed pussy-slit, inserting 
itself in the pink moist slit between her swollen vaginal lips and sliding 
up to tease her involuntarily hardening clitoris. Her unconscious mind 
rebelled against the twisting grinding motion, but the small lewd stabs of 
pleasure he was physically producing with his cock seemed to stroke the 
masochistic fires within her belly. 

"Bend your leg," Olin commanded breathlessly. "Raise up and then hook your 
leg over my ass, so I can fuck you from below, with you straddling me like a 
horse!" 

"I ... I won't!" Lonnie gasped out in defiance, but her voice lacked 
conviction or strength. Her determined boyfriend stood over her and brought 
his hand down hard against her trembling buttocks with a smack that echoed 
through the bedroom. 

The policewoman's scream followed an instant later. "Ahhhhh!" she cried out, 
and whimpered against the searing sensation that cut her to the bone. 
"Ohhhh, that hurt!" 

"It'll hurt a hell of a lot more if you don't mind what he says," Sam 
growled down at her. "A thick cock fucks better this way." 

She hesitated a second longer, and then slowly drew up her leg and snaked it 
around Olin's arching flanks until she was riding on top of his hips. "Olin 
wasted no time, reaching immediately down between their naked bellies then 
and grasping his pulsating penis, moving it up tight to the elastic opening 
of her cringing cunt. He watched with gleaming eyes as Sam's beautiful 
girlfriend groaned in humiliating torment ... and then he flicked forward, 
driving his overly-thick cock vengefully upwards through the warm soft folds 
of her vagina and feeling its lips close unwillingly over the blunt bulbous 
head of his swollen manhood. He humped his fleshy buttocks then, surging his 
hard, stocky penis up into the warm grotto up between her anguished thighs. 

Lonnie winced as she felt the lips around her throbbing pussy being forced 
painfully wide, their tender snugness giving way to Olin's harsh brutal 
pressure. She had hoped that the natural lubrications left over from the 
delicious fucking by Brutus would ease this horrid man's rapine assault, but 
even though she was wetly slippery with secretions and semen, the almost 
inhuman thickness of Olin's stumpy cock was threatening to rip her vagina 
apart. She squealed a throaty wail: 

"Ohhhhhhhh God! It hurts! It hurts!" 

Olin Hale reveled in that. He was elated to hear this snotty woman painfully 
crying out her despair and hurt, and he thrust upward again, harder, 
listening intently for her deeper whines. He wanted to feel her squirming 
above him, broken of spirit and no longer repulsed by his thick cock fucking 
into her. That would be the ultimate pleasure for him, to turn this proud, 
independent bitch into a soft, feminine slave without control, overpowered 
by her need to be fucked by him until she couldn't stand up straight. The 
idea raced through Sam's bloated roommate's loins like an electric shock, 
and suddenly he wanted her to scream again. 

He rammed up into her defenseless little belly with everything he had, 
sinking his lust-inflated erection all the way to its hilt. He felt his 
semen-bloated testicles hit respondingly against her writhing thighs as she 
ground her twitching buttocks against his hand which once more had her 
imprisoned in its grip. 

She screamed! "Arrggggg! Dear Lord, nooooo!" 

Her naked body was pinned helplessly against him as if impaled by a stake 
from beneath. With her every jerk the rampaging plunge of the older man's 
cock seemed to burrow up deeper and deeper into her pussy, but Olin was in 
no mood to give her an ounce of respite. He immediately began a harsh, 
revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his penis tightly into her 
helplessly trapped vagina, expanding the fearfully hesitant wall of her cunt 
beyond all reason. 

Lonnie could sense the muscles of his powerful buttocks flexing as he began 
a painful sawing motion in and out of her moist, wide-stretched cunt, 
building always toward more urgent strokes until he was thrusting up and 
down spitefully from the apex of his withdrawal, and battering her 
torture-wracked loins back down hard against his tree-trunk shaft of flesh. 
She was certain her belly would be ripped down the middle and she would be 
rent in half from this gigantic wedge raping her straddling cunt. The 
searing, invading hardness felt as though it would burst through her throat 
from beneath, as its bloated cock-head pumped harder and faster up against 
her tender cervix, rocking her hips and thighs in the talon-like clutch of 
his fingers as they dug painfully at the soft flesh of her buttocks.... 

But then, again an irrational measure of masochistic sensuality tingled 
upwards from her agonized vagina without rhyme or reason ... and she tossed 
her head back and forth, clenching her eyes shut to the sight of her two 
lovers-Sam Palmer and Brutus, watching her tormenting degradation.... 

Sam was staring with grinning satisfaction, stroking his massive erection 
near the plunging bodies as Lonnie rode the bucking bronco of Olin's big 
cock. Damn, but it was absolutely the lewdest rape he'd ever witnessed! He 
had to get his share of Lonnie or blow his frigging mind! 

"I'm coming in, Olin!" he called out to his roommate. "Don't hog it all!" 

Then Lonnie felt the warmth of a hairy masculine body settling down beside 
her head. She looked up from where she was bent over on her knees above 
Olin, and, dimly at first, she saw something long and thick and jutting 
toward her. In a single gasping instant she realized it was Sam's penis! But 
what ...? 

"Suck me, Lonnie," she heard Sam snarl at her. "Suck my prick, and suck me 
good!" He crawled forward on his knees, his hardness quivering inches from 
her moistly trembling lips. "Go on, you bitch, suck it!" 

"Nooo!" she gasped to unhearing, uncaring ears. She tried to avert her 
mouth, but his hardened cock was pushed forward until its slick rubbery head 
was pressing against her chin and moving insinuatingly across her cheek. 

"Jesus, you slut, you whore!" she heard Sam shout with mounting frustration 
and anger. "Open that goddamn mouth of yours and swallow my pecker!" 

God, she couldn't! Being fucked half to death by one man was punishment 
enough! To engage in so sordid a perversion at the same time was too much to 
ask of her! She felt sickened at the thought of his lewd male sperm pumping 
heatedly into her throat and stomach, and she rolled her head from side to 
side, moaning: "No ... no, I can't ... not!" 

Sam pinned her face still with one hand harshly pinching her chin. With his 
other hand he guided his lustfully swollen erection straight toward her 
cringing lips, snarling angrily as he did: "You listen here, bitch! You suck 
me off ... or a hell of a lot more cops are going to find out about what 
went on here than just you and I ... you get me straight?" 

Lonnie ceased her useless resistance, her original loathing slowly becoming 
a sense of total defeat. There was nothing she could do but follow his 
perverted commands. She opened her lips and let Sam slide his hardened penis 
into the warm, moist recesses of her gagging mouth. God, she reasoned 
nebulously, if that little girl in the park last night could take her 
boyfriend's penis in her mouth, then certainly I can somehow manage to stand 
the taste of Sam's in mine! If only Sam would be halfway human about it! 

But instead, the sergeant held her head firmly with his hands and began 
pumping up into her mouth with vicious impatience, causing her to cough and 
sputter as he rammed his shaft to the back of her throat, its full length 
nearly disappearing between her automatically ovaling lips. She struggled 
for her breath, able to catch only small gasps of fetid air on his 
outstroke. 

Sam groaned incoherently as he kneeled above Lonnie's bobbing head. He 
wanted her to make him cum and he wanted to make her swallow it, so that she 
would always know that he had bent her completely to his will. She was 
nothing but a hypocritical liar, lording as a cop over everybody and acting 
like a little goody two-shoes, while secretely practicing every perversion 
in the goddamn book. He wanted to prove to this dog-lover once and for all 
who was boss, who was a man! He flexed his loins back and forth at the 
lewdly rounded hole formed by her thirsting lips, sneering down at her 
contorted face in deriding exultation: 

"Yahhh, dog-fucker! You like a man's cock, now that you're tasting one! Go 
ahead, tighten that lying mouth of yours around my meat and suck some more!" 

Lonnie did as Sam desired, feeling at the same time the tendrils of sordid 
desire growing imperceptibly from the mean debasing thought of her mouth 
being fucked this way. The naked policewoman sucked her partner's plunging 
cock with a vengence, as now it slid up and down more fervently between her 
roundly clasping lips. She sucked to end it, the perverted joy of being 
treated as the lowest of all gutter tramps permeating her body with 
revolting fascination and, unbelievably, a slowly growing yearning for more. 
Lord, there had never been a wreaking of punishment on one woman as these 
two corrupting men were inflicting on her! They were buffeting her between 
them like a common slut, with every intention of using her defenseless body 
as a human disposal for their angered, lust-inspired cum! And she did not 
deserve anything better! 

"Yeah, suck me until I cum in your mouth, baby!" Sam spat caustically down 
at her. "Suck me until I cum, and when I'm ready to fuck you ... I'll fuck 
you where you've never been fucked before-not even by a dog! In the ass, 
bitch, right up in the asshole!" 

Lonnie jerked her eyes up to stare pleadingly at Sam, her buttocks 
reflexively clenching around Olin's pumping cock. "Nooo!" she mewled in 
muffled protest from around Sam's eagerly sawing cock. "Don't! Not there! I 
beg of you, not in the rectum!" 

"Haaa! That's what all you bitches say until you get it in you!" Sam roared 
in proud delight. "You didn't know this, honey, but I'm considered the best 
ass-rider in the state! You wouldn't want us to leave without showing all 
the treats, now would you! You bet your sweet ass you don't! Haaaa!" 

"No! I tell you, no, Samuel Palmer! You try to do that to me," she brazened 
through her sucking lips, "and I ... I simply won't stand for it!" 

"Oh, that's great, kid. You won't stand for it! I got news for you! You get 
reamed in the ass from behind while you're leaning over! You won't have to 
stand for it! Haaaa!" 

"I mean it, Sam!" she warned in a misery-laden voice. 

"Don't threaten me, you bitch! You will take it in the ass if I want-and I 
do-and just to teach you, Olin can have his cock sucked at the same time! 
You won't feel so lonely that way! 

But you're going to get fucked in the ass, Lonnie-or else you're going to 
have the word spread about you in every corner of Butte City!" 

His lewd blackmailing words were the last straw. She'd suffered threats and 
humiliation and sordid depravities until she could no longer think straight, 
and suddenly reality snapped, and she could no longer take another instant 
of this hellish torture! She didn't weigh the consequences as she had before 
in a saner moment of reflection-it was very simply that she was unable to 
withstand anymore cruelty after two days of complete mental turmoil! If she 
didn't fight back now no matter what the penalties, she would never be able 
to win a battle again! 

"Brutus!" she cried out in a despairing shriek. "Brutus, help! Attack! 
Attack!" 

"What the fuck! Lonnie, do you know...." 

"Attack, Brutus! Now!" 

The giant German shepherd leaped to his feet from where he'd been calmly 
sitting. He bounded toward the naked trio of humans on the carpet, snarling 
with his fleshy lips pulled back tight over long ivory fangs. 

"Ohhhhhhhh shit!" the horrified Olin yelped, freezing in his position 
beneath the kneeling policewoman. "Don't let him bite my balls off!" 

Sam, too, stiffened where he was. His penis was in mid-stroke in Lonnie's 
mouth, and she had still not pulled away from its glistening length, her 
orders being cried out around its turgid hardness. "Damnit, Lonnie, I wasn't 
kidding! You call off that fucking dog of yours, or so help me...." 

"Attack!" Lonnie called out defiantly, and for good measure bit down hard 
with her teeth on the swollen hard flesh of Sam Palmer's penis. 

"Yeeeipe!" Sam hooted in pain, but the growling guard dog kept the naked man 
from moving away from Lonnie's mouth. Brutus advanced on his leathery pads, 
still grumbling as he passed Sam and started along the other side of his 
mistress's hunched form. It was as if he could not figure out exactly who to 
attack in the menage a trois before him, or even if his mistress's strangely 
muffled call for help was meant in earnestness. He moved around behind 
Lonnie's nakedly waving buttocks, everybody in a hushed, wondrous statue of 
figures, waiting to see what the dog would do before making any fancy moves. 
Brutus sniffed the air, pausing ... he turned his shaggy head around as 
though testing the scents in every direction, and then moved closer to 
Lonnie's backsides as if curious about the piquant feminine odors he'd 
recently learned to enjoy. He stepped over Olin's trembling legs and closer 
to Lonnie's whitely exposed loins. 

"No, Brutus!" the naked policewoman commanded. "Attack the men! Attack the 
men!" She tried to squirm her face around and lower her buttocks, but her 
dog suddenly growled in a genuinely menacing way and Lonnie froze again in 
apprehension, thighs spread wide apart on either side of Olin's hips, her 
folded legs pressed against the carpet as she kneeled over the man. Brutus's 
warning was clear ... and she was afraid to move as the giant dog snarled 
again, his great panting muzzle nosing as it had before against her 
defenselessly up-turned vaginal crevice. 

"What the hell is he doing back there, Sam?" Olin whimpered up at his 
rommate. 

"Damned if he's not sniffing her ass!" Sam said, and then he laughed out 
loud, a big belly laugh that made his still hardened penis tremble in 
Lonnie's mouth. "You sure trained him well, honey! He knows exactly what you 
want when you're hunched over like this! Haaa, this is rich!" 

"Hey, now wait a minute!" Olin called up again in panic. "I'm back there 
inside this broad! What's that mutt going to do about that?" 

"I dunno, Olin! Bite yours in two I guess, so he can take over!" He watched 
as his roommate shivered in dread, and laughed heartily some more. "Better 
not bend over on the job, Lonnie-you'll be too busy getting him off you to 
catch any crooks! Oh Jesus, this is too much!" 

It was too much, though in a different way for the shamefully squatting 
policewoman. Mortified to the point of tears and recognizing Brutus's lethal 
warning growl, she could only shake with humiliation and fear before the 
snarling German shepherd. God, did he think this was more games for him? Did 
he think that now he was master and she his pet ... to be ordered at will to 
mate with him? Ohhh, this was the most horrible thing that could have 
happened, and now even Brutus was helping punish her for her immoral 
transgressions! It wasn't fair! 

Brutus lowered his head to the familiar upturned buttocks and sniffed them 
with renewed appreciation. His tail wagged with fond memories of the 
pleasure that fragrant crevice between her thighs had given him twice 
already, and his body trembled with the assumption that his mistress was 
acting like a bitch in heat who needed taming for frequent use. Lonnie 
moaned in shame and anguish as the cold nose suddenly made contact again 
with her tiny, puckered anus. She tensed as his familiar tongue snaked out 
and licked wetly up and down, the tip curling and licking around the 
hair-fringed softness where Olin's penis was inserted ... and then moving 
moistly up to burrow slightly in her outer anal ring. For a moment, she 
tried to squirm away, but the dog growled again and Sam's hands grasped her 
tightly around the face, holding her immobile and impaled between the two 
rigidly thrusting cocks. 

"That's it, Brutus!" Sam called out encouragingly. "Go on! Lick her! That'll 
show she trained you ... so lick the little bitch's pussy and asshole!" 

The dog began to greedily lap his narrow pink tongue between her thighs with 
practiced supplication. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from 
the tightly filled edges of her cock-stuffed cunt up to the tiny sensitive 
circle of her puckering anus. Lonnie jerked spasmodically as she squirmed in 
humiliation, Brutus's betraying lappings and sniffings of her loins making 
her wish that she were dead! She wished the ground would open up beneath her 
and swallow her forever! But despite her shame and degradation, she found 
herself shuddering and chilling from the lewdly evil stimulation he was 
forcing her to enjoy this time. His merciless tongue once again was lashing 
her to servile defeat. His strong hairy body lurched crazily against her and 
the continual rough bestial laving on her sensitive genitals crushing her 
resistance with its vigorous and unrelenting attack. 

To her horror, Lonnie discovered that, as before, she was unable to fight 
the fire Brutus's talented mouthings furnaced in her loins. Every muscle in 
her body was tensed as she strained her hips back against the maddening 
probe between her buttocks. Oh God! The dog's tongue felt better than ever 
between her legs! How could she deny it? How could she deny the very 
sensation which had caused her to be caught in this despairing situation? 
She couldn't ... she couldn't, for another instant! Her updrawn thighs 
opened and closed around the tormenting penis that was trapped in her 
vagina, and in response, Olin began to tentatively fuck back up inside of 
her again. The lips of her mouth clasped involuntarily tighter as she 
started sucking Sam's cock with a newly-acquired gluttony, as if she'd 
always wanted to have his hardness thrusting between the cheeks of her 
mouth. 

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider and higher to give the 
magnificent dog greater access. "Mmmmm!" 

"Why don't you fuck her now, Brutus!" taunted Sam as, once again, he began 
pumping into her ovaling lips. "Go on; why don't you! Climb on for the ride 
of your life!" 

The huge German shepherd seemed to understand what Sam was saying, and even 
though the policeman was not his master, he leaped to obey. He mounted the 
spread mounds of Lonnie's back, just as he had a few moments before, his 
glistening penis sliding and dancing out of its hairy sheath in renewed 
erection, its tapered point this time tickling against her hot, wet anal 
opening as the animal jerked impatiently over her naked body. The narrowly 
expanding crevice was visibly throbbing in lurid invitation-the wet moist 
furrow held wide apart by the pressure of her thighs pressed tightly down 
against Olin's hips. Lonnie could feel the hugeness of the dog's fleshy 
hardness jerking between her widespread ass-cheeks for a second time 
tonight, and it was driving her wild with sensations, just as it had before. 
But where? Where could Brutus fuck her now? Olin was already in her cunt.... 

"Reach back and put his cock in your ass," Sam lewdly suggested. "I don't 
mind taking seconds!" 

God, no! Not in her rectum! It had scared her witless to contemplate Sam 
making love to her there ... but to be sodomized by her own dog instead 
would be the ultimate in degrading perversion! Then, strangely, the tiny bit 
of whore inside her broke forth in a tingle of masochistic excitement. She 
suddenly wanted Brutus to fuck her in the anus! Her belly was screaming for 
it! 

She took one hand and reached down underneath the hotly grinding flesh of 
their naked bodies to grasp the full length of her dog's heavily pulsating 
cock. She stroked it reverently, guiding it up the valley of her buttocks 
until it was poised at the pinkish round hole of her puckered little anus. 
She held it there with one hand drawing with all her might to pull it into 
her rectum. God, yes! Yes, she wanted the dog to fuck her in the ass! 

"Come on, Brutus! Fuck me there!" she mumbled through the cock stuffing her 
mouth. "Fuck me there!" 

And Brutus did! With a growl of bestial delight, he jerked forward, and she 
felt a slight pop of her sphincter muscle-and then a sudden pain so 
unbearable that she twisted and groaned in an effort to get away. She jerked 
forward, trying to throw the dog off her, but as she jerked up, Brutus 
rammed down and imbedded his thick rock-hard dog-penis all the way into the 
soft tight tunnel of her anus. 

"Uggg, God!" she grunted in pain. 

The lewdly smiling Sam Palmer leaned down to whisper in his girlfriend's 
ear, "Like being fucked in the ass by your dog?" 

And that made it a million times worse, to know that her every reaction was 
being gloated over by this man and his roommate. His words and insults were 
mockery to her, droning on until some of the pain in Lonnie's rectum from 
the giant dog's entry began to ease a little. 

But then, "Ugggg!" she grunted, as the dog began fucking into her anus with 
the same frenetic humping with which he'd fucked her in the cunt before. His 
tapered animal cock seemed like an unrelenting fist pummeling her 
unmercifully, expanding with each thrust down into her tightly gripping 
rectum. Lonnie strained back against the grinding assault, groaning 
incessantly as still more of the initial agony subsided. She sensed lewdly 
rising sensations of rekindled lust were being fed by the very helplessness 
of her obscene squirmings beneath her rapacious pet, Brutus, fucking 
inhumanly into her hopelessly impaled rectum, giving her no respite from the 
growing pleasure building ... building ... deep inside her belly. 

Lonnie's body slowly felt itself come alive again. The pain had receded to 
where she could only feel a maddening electric fire burning uncontrollably 
deep within her ravaged rectum. It seared relentlessly deep within her 
ravaged rectum. It seared relentlessly through her ragged nerves, growing 
into a fiery ball of aching belly hunger for more. She rotated her thighs 
from side to side around the two fleshy impaling cocks, her vagina and anus 
dilating in time to their harshly pumping thrusts. They felt as if they were 
fusing deep up inside her belly with the sadistic Sam's penis fucking her 
mouth. They had crawled into her and had become one with her! And she was 
one with them all! She and Olin and Sam and especially darling Brutus! They 
were all one fleshy mass of wild erotic sensation, and the wanton 
policewoman rocked to their delightful punishment, pleading to be hurt by 
them, to be torn apart and defiled by the man in her cunt and the man in her 
mouth and especially the lewd dog humping her in the rear! 

"Fuck me! Ohh, all you bastards, fuck me gooooodd!" she crooned around the 
penis surging in her mouth. "Fuck me all and cummmm!" 

None of the three brutish males needed further encouragement, and together 
they rammed repeatedly into the writhing woman caught between them, even 
Brutus whining passionately as they all searched for that final crest of 
orgasm! Then.... 

"Ahhhh ... Christ! I'm cummmmmiiinnnggg!" Sam Palmer abruptly shoved his 
penis all the way to the back of her mouth, and her lips tugged at its wet 
shaft as its blunt tip burst with cream-thick semen. He cursed vilely, 
spewing forth obscenities and curses along with the rich hot stream of his 
pungent sperm. She clasped her mouth in a tight band around his ejaculating 
flesh, wanting to suck it dry, to hurt him and punish him for the bitter 
humiliations he was forcing her to enjoy. It seemed to go on forever, until 
at last his throbbing cock gave one last spurt and ceased. Sam fell away 
from her then, his shrinking cock slithering uselessly from her 
still-sucking lips, thin strings of his white viscid seed stretching from 
them to his flaccid penis.... 

"Ooooohhhh yes! Yes!" Lonnie began to chant then in a litany of perverted 
desire, responding to each lunge in her lust-enraged vagina and rectum. 
Furiously, Olin and the dog punished her, and she gave them back wantonness 
every stroke they delivered into her. "Yes ... Yes! Cum now! I ... I'm 
cummmiiinnngg toooo!" 

Olin grunted and groaned, and at the same moment his roommate's girlfriend 
felt the thick boiling liquid of his climax shooting deep up into her cunt, 
her own orgasm struck. Delicious spasms of carnal delight rocketed through 
Lonnie, and she could feel every contraction of his hard, spewing erection 
as he jerked out his boiling seed deep up into her welcoming womb where it 
mixed lasciviously with Sam's and Brutus's cums and her own orgasmic 
secretions. 

Then she heard a weird howling moan coming from her dog's constricted throat 
as Brutus approached his second climax of the night. She thrust back against 
the magnificently pummeling animal, her breathing only harsh pants from her 
lungs as she felt the throbbing animal cock spitting out its jet-stream of 
cream-like dog sperm into the hidden recesses of her ravished rectal 
passage. Thin white fluid trickled from her tightly locking anal muscles, 
and small trails of his warm wet animal cum trickled slowly down between her 
thighs to mingle on the carpet with the other puddling liquids. Her 
backsides glistening, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink cuntal flesh, 
Lonnie slowly rolled off the two now-limp cocks which had so completely 
filled her anus and pussy. She lay in a state of near-nirvana between the 
naked bodies of Sam Palmer and Olin Hale, her legs falling open loosely from 
the warm sense of satisfaction which flowed through her lifeless flesh. 

Lonnie's German shepherd stood above her, wagging his tail in obvious 
satisfaction. And then, whimpering for his loving mistress, Brutus lay down 
contentedly between her open legs, his giant head gently nuzzling into the 
soft, dark-curled slit of her dually ravished pubic mound.... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Slowly, Lonnie Winston's senses began to return to her, and her warm glow of 
contentment began to fade as she remembered that at last she'd been 
fulfilled by a man ... two men and a male dog, to be exact ... but mainly by 
the forceful vengeance of a man who hated and despised her. Sam had finally 
conquered her, and she had truly succumbed to him and Brutus ... and to 
anybody else he'd wished, his hold over her was that strong now. But it was 
too late for her. With returning bitterness, she knew that he held her out 
of vengeance and fury, not love and compassion.... 

"Jeeee-zus!" she heard Olin Hale gasp in ragged breaths. "That was the 
damnedest four-way split I've ever had!" 

Lonnie cringed, waiting for the blistering, sarcastic comments she was 
certain would come from Sam's lips in response. 

"Yeah ... I sure have to hand it to Lonnie," Sam sighed in reply. "She's one 
of the finest lovers a man could have!" 

Lonnie was struck dumb by Sam's praising words. Unable to stop herself, she 
stared unashamedly at the handsome officer who was her partner and lover, 
and saw an infinite amount of the old tenderness she knew so well returning 
to his expression as he gazed back at her. She opened her mouth to speak 
several times, before she finally managed to say anything at all. 

"But ... but you hate me, Sam! You hate me too much to say a thing like that 
and ... and mean it!" 

"But I do mean it, Lonnie ... honey," Sam confessed. "When I came here and 
saw you with Brutus, all I wanted to do was kill you. But not any longer." 
He looked at her with passionate eyes. "Honey, I love you!" 

"And I ... I think I love you," Lonnie responded. "It took awhile-" 

"And a dog!" he interrupted. 

"Yes, and a dog ... to make me a whole woman. But now I'm over being that 
shallow, prissy female you met, Sam. I'm me, the entire me, and every cell 
in my new body loves you!" 

"Then ... you'll marry me?" Sam asked hesitantly, still unsure that this 
miraculous change was true. 

"Tomorrow, darling!" Lonnie sighed, her heart pounding powerfully in her 
chest. God, how fulfilling her life would be! It was going to be beautiful 
for all of them! Yes ... everything had turned out all right after all! "At 
once ... and forever, darling!" 

"Can I be the best man?" Olin requested. 

"I don't see why not," Sam agreed. 

Suddenly Brutus began barking angrily. The three naked people all turned to 
look at the dog, and then they all burst out laughing. 

"Well, I'm sorry, Olin," Sam chuckled, "but I guess Brutus wants to be best 
man instead!" 

"Just my luck," Olin complained. "Always the bridesmaid!" 


THE END
