"So fuck her, punk!" Morgan leered. "She'll probably love your skinny little cock playing in her cunt-hole while she sucks me off! Come on, get her over here! My balls are getting ready to burst... !"

Though dazed, Jean was anything but insensate to what was happening to her, or to Carol. Obediently, with tiny moans of debased servitude escaping her, she let the pair of ridiculously tittering youths manipulate her nakedly up into a kneeling position on her hands and knees. From behind, one of them ordered her to spread her legs wide, then she sensed his hands clutching at the soft, ovaled spheres of her obscenely offered buttocks, spreading them apart with perverted delight. Abruptly, she felt the weight of the other heavily on her back, straddling her above the hips, his hard, naked buttocks and hairy genitals luridly grinding against the smooth, tender flesh of her backbone. Like a tormenting lust-fired imp, he began to undulate and writhe his teenaged frame, his weight like a mounted horse-back rider, fully upon her as he made lunatical squeals before leaning forward to reach beneath her and brutally clutch at the hardened nippled mounds of her fully hanging breasts.

Even the near-comatose of her own drugged brain couldn't lessen for Jean the vileness of their deranged acts. She felt the contact of a searing, wet tongue licking through the exposed, spread crevice between her helpless buttocks, heatedly stroking up and down, until finally its stiffened tip centered at the tiny mouth of her rectum, straining to worm its way beyond her tiny puckered, rectal lips!

"Oh... ooohhh Goddddd!" she moaned in sensual shame. She stared with glazed eyes at Carol in her forced nakedness on all fours between the spread, still-clothed legs of Link Morgan, reluctantly working to release his huge cock from his pants, while the long-haired Billy White kneeled up behind her exposed, white buttocks his teenaged hardness luridly clutched in his fist!

"Come on you willowy bitch! Let's lay a little tongue on it!" Jean heard Morgan lewdly spit down at her best friend. "Lick it all over before you gobble it down... !"

... And those were perhaps the last words that Link Morgan ever spoke in his corrupt life... !

What happened occurred so quickly that neither girl in her pot-slowed mind could quite comprehend it! Only the vicious growl that filled the cave made an immediate registering in Jean's brain!

Caesar! Dear God, he'd found them...

Morgan swore, brutally shoving Carol away as he reached for his rifle, but the powerfully leaping beast was on top of the big man before he could make any meaningful effort to protect himself! Then, Caesar stepped aside to give the cringing brute-man over to the gleaming fangs of his massive, wolfish companion!

The huge German Shepherd paid little attention to the naked teenagers who were frantically yelling as they stumbled to their feet and ran toward the cave entrance! Nor did he yet look to the pair of young nakedly stripped wives who had crawled toward each other and were huddled together in a trembling embrace! Not until the big Chief of Police ceased his helplessly gurgling struggles, did Caesar utter a restraining growl at his wolf-like companion, the latter backing away from the unmoving, prostrate body of the dead man. Then, the pack leader turned his massive head to glare at the huddled, shuddering wives.

"Oh, Caesar, Darling... !" Jean cried, letting free of Carol and starting to crawl toward her animal-lover.

"Wait, Jean look at him!" Carol exclaimed, as the mighty animal retreated several steps with a ferocious show of bared teeth.

"M-My God... !" the naked blonde wife exclaimed, her lovely mouth dropping open in surprised shock at the unfriendly sight. "Wh-What is it, Darling! Oh Caesar... please... ?"

Again she started forward and stopped at his warning growl, the raging flame in his glowing, amberish eyes undeniable!

"Something's wrong, Jean!" Carol gasped. "Look at his eyes!"

"I-I know... almost as if he were filled with hatred... for us... !" the young blonde wife incredulously choked. "B-But why? He... he must know we couldn't help what they were doing to us... doesn't he... ?"

"God almighty!" Carol hissed. "I don't know, Jean... I don't know! L-Let's try to put our clothes on. M-Maybe, he'll calm down by then..."

It was the supple brunette's first naked move toward her things that raised the next warning growl from the huge animal, freezing her into motionlessness. A second growl to the grey, wolfish beast brought the latter up behind Carol, while Caesar did the same to Jean, both animals nudging their wet noses against the girl's naked backs until the pair of young wives climbed unsteadily onto their feet. Then, Caesar moved in front of them to lead the way, while the grey one remained behind them.

"He-He wants us to follow him!" Jean reasoned, looking toward her friend.

"W-Without our clothes?" Carol questioned, a little tremor of fear rippling over her as the wolfish beast behind them gave off a menacing growl.

Jean caught hold of her naked friend's hand, persuasively tugging it as she began to move forward, confident that her animal-lover would never, never harm her, no matter what. "Come on, Carol. It's what he wants us to do... follow him. Come on... !"

"Oh... oh God!" the willowy brunette shivered, seeing for the first time the small-mouthed opening off the main cave that Caesar was moving toward. "Good Lord, Jean! Wh-Where is he taking us... and why, without our clothes... ?"


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What skill Mark Blakely had in wild country had been taught him by his dead father. All the same, he thought, as he angrily berated Link Morgan to himself, any boy-scout could have seen where the Police Chief had left the others and headed toward the ravine that eventually led to Red-Heart Hill... the very area the big man suggested they by-pass! Why... ?

Christ! Was it possible? An ambush, maybe? Hell, he'd shamed him before his friends, just as his father had... but even a cut-throat of Morgan's caliber wasn't so stupid as to think he could get away with a second time... was he... ? Yeah... he'd been that raging mad back at the Inn... still it hardly seemed feasible...

"What do you think he's up to, Mark?" Steve questioned from a few yards behind. "Frankly, I don't like it! That bastard would kill you as quick as he'd buy you a drink!"

"Quicker, maybe," Mark replied, his keen eyes ever alert to the vantage points above and ahead of them. "Better keep your rifle handy. It pays in this country."

"Shit, I don't know anything about this damned thing," the red-bearded writer said, looking down at the weapon cradled in his crooked arm, as if it were some frightening thing that might explode all by itself any second. "I'd be better off with a sling-shot."

Mark quietly laughed, welcoming the tension-breaking remark. "All the same, buddy, better keep it handy," he advised as something ahead moved, catching his keen eye. "Wait!" he hissed, reining up.

"What is it?" Steve half-whispered.

"Not sure... but it looks like a horse... Morgan's horse!" Mark said. "Come on! Let's take a look!"

It took Mark only a matter of a minute or better to determine that the animal was, in fact, the Police Chief's mount, and a quick examination of the saddle-bag produced the broken-down rifle, an uneasy feeling squirming through him at the find...

"Look here, Mark! Foot-prints digging into the bank and going upward!" Steve called. "At least, that's what they look like to me..."

The young deputy sheriff went over to examine them. No question but what they were footprints, all right... but those of more than one person... more like three... !

"What do you make of it?" the writer questioned.

"Let's go up and find out," Mark replied. "This is the back- end of Red-Heart, and hollowed out with a maze of caves and tunnels, one leading into another! Used to fool around here when I was a kid. You know... I figured this to be a perfect place for the wild-pack to hole-up right from the beginning... Better keep that rifle ready, Steve. Do the best you can with it, and stay close. Unless I miss my guess, there's a cave entrance right up there... !"

Steve couldn't resist hauling out paper and pencil and making a few fast notes before following his friend, clawing his way up the steep embankment. Shit, the young writer thought, the situations he got himself into just to get a story...

"I was right!" Mark hissed back at him. "There's a cave here. Move as quietly as you can and don't talk once we're inside. The sound reverberates!"

Steve nodded, clumsily fumbling with the rifle as Mark reached out and hauled him upright onto the narrow ledge. Then, with a finger-over-lips gesture, the deputy moved inside, almost immediately stopping and lifting his nose in the air. Steve did the same... Christ, there was no question! Pot! He'd smelled enough of it to know that odor anywhere... !

Mark was silently pointing toward what looked like flickering light around the bend ahead, and his friend nodded, a sensation of excitement rippling through him. Fuck! What a story this was going to make... !

To the young deputy sheriff moving in trained stealth, the entire picture had taken on a specific meaning, having to do with the drug situation Crescent Valley had been confronted with for too long! But as he rounded the arch in the cave where the illumination and heavier marijuana smoke were coming from, his rifle at ready, he was totally unprepared for the sight he saw!

"Christ almighty!" he choked out at the lifeless form of Link Morgan sprawled on the earthen floor! Quickly he moved forward, dropping to his knees to listen at the big man's stilled chest!

"W-Well?" Steve managed. "Is he... ?"

Mark let off a heavy sigh. Then, he nodded. "He is, all right... and you can see how... his throat!"

"Goddamn!" Steve blurted, moving closer, completely ignoring what the deputy was looking at... Morgan's genitals totally exposed from his open pants-front but unharmed. "The wild-pack, Mark? Did they do it, you think... ?"

"I-I don't know what to think!" the young deputy sheriff answered as Steve turned to see him on his haunches amongst the three soiled mattresses, examining what looked like clothing... woman's clothing! "These... these look like... but, but they can't be, of course... !"

Steve had already squatted beside his friend, staring at a white blouse with sun-flower designs... the exact replica of one he had paid a seamstress to make for Carol on her birthday! Hesitantly, he picked it up, examining it closer. Suddenly, he blurted: "This is Carol's! Shit, Mark! No question! This is Carol's blouse!"

"God almighty!" Mark choked. "I thought these things looked like Jean's... and if you're sure that's Carol's, there's no question... !"

"Christ, Mark! What's going on? Morgan dead, his throat ripped out, the girls' clothes... ?" the red-bearded writer gasped, clutching the deputy's tensed arm.

"I-I don't know, Steve... but we better find out in a hurry!" Mark said, bolting to his feet. "Whatever it is, the girls are involved... and so, I'm afraid, is that goddamned Caesar and his wild pack... !"

Chapter 28

Jean had no way of knowing how far they had nakedly followed her animal-lover along the darkened tunnels, turn-offs, and ever- climbing way! Nor did she have any idea in God's world where he was leading them, but she would have followed him, regardless. Several times, in the near-ink darkness, she stumbled, once falling onto her knees, Carol, close behind her, helping her to her feet again.

"Oh God, Jean! Where are they taking us... ?"

"It'll be all right, Darling! Don't be afraid!" Jean, with certainty, reassured her friend. "Don't be afraid! Remember... it's Caesar, Darling... !"

From the onset of their forced trek, the willowy brunette had not been that confident! The expression on the mighty animal's wild face had been nothing short of rage! Why, she couldn't imagine... except, after all, he was but a ferocious beast... !

Simultaneously fighting the urge to believe differently, Jean, herself, couldn't help but question her lover's viciously revealed attitude! As she stumbled along behind him in her trembling nakedness, a myriad of thoughts raced through her still- drugged brain! It was inconceivable to think that he mistrusted her... yet... ? Had... had he somehow reasoned that she and Carol had led Morgan there... the boys, too, perhaps... ? And then, came the realization that he would know of the hunting posse! Did he believe she had led them, too? Oh God... !

It was then, that they suddenly moved into a lightened place with the brilliant day-ending sunshine showering down upon them, the very clouds and sky openly visible! But more awesome to Jean, was the sight of dogs everywhere! They lay in repose, the bitches suckling their pups, the males moving furtively, a series of growls filling the little arena as they entered what looked like a great sanded pit in the center of the clearing!

"My God, Jean... where are we?" Carol choked, again grasping at the other's hand. "L-Look at these brutes! D-Do you suppose if we screamed... !"

"Don't make a sound!" Jean commanded, harshly clutching at her naked friend's hand. "I don't know what's happening... but there's a reason... I'm sure there is... !" she insisted, watching her animal-lover with the golden medallion climb onto a kingly place overlooking all, then raise his huge head to utter a growl of meaning!

Jean looked around her to see several things happening at that moment. Certain male animals went back into the cave mouth from which they'd come. Others climbed upward onto vantage points. But what made her blood cool in her veins was the unmistakable jealous expressions in the watching eyes of the bitches who lay with their young, indisputable resentment clouding their canine glares. She sensed her own small hand gripping tighter to Carol's!

"I-I'm scared, Jean... scared as hell!" the naked, willowy brunette tremblingly whispered. "It's weird... like some insane dream! Wh-What's going to happen... ?"

In all truth, Jean had lost a great deal of her own cool somewhere along the way; yet, she refused to let herself believe that her beautiful animal-lover would forsake her, even if he did think, wrongly, that she had led his enemy there! He loved her, as she loved him, and as trite as it was, love triumphed over all! She'd learned that as just a little girl...

The growl of Caesar, himself, set her on the extreme alert. It was a different sound, almost regal, and given from where he lay above all the others in the natural arena. While Carol backed up to her, their naked buttocks touching, Jean saw the several male dogs move from their resting-place and hop down into the pit with them! Before her, there were three, and at least as many had descended behind her, confronting Carol!

They were wild-appearing beasts, dogs, yes, but with obvious strains of timber wolf blood also racing through them! The grey one, the wolfish dog, stood before her, licking his vicious mouth! And... and then, it struck her! Caesar was punishing her... them, for whatever reason his uncanny brain had conceived, but he was wrong! Dear God... they hadn't betrayed him... only tried to help him! Oohhh... he didn't understand... and there was no way she could make him realize... !