She breathed a sensual moan of passion from her lust- moistened lips, and began to move uncontrollably backwards with rhythmic gyrations to meet Caesar's ravaging thrusts. His forelegs clung to her softly curved hips like strong, furry arms, and she began to wantonly undulate her curvaceous young body back at him in the perpetual undulations of the female whore down through the ages.

Though she could hardly govern her awakened natural desires, the teenager's intuition told her that with them she was, in some weird way, winning the favor of the massive, wild animal fucking inhumanely into her receptive young cunt. That insane belief, and that alone, dammed away the terror and shame she had known in the beginning. Only youthful, secret lust filled her now as she rotated her white, smoothly rounded young buttocks backward in answering little circles to the beasts wildly plunging cock, giving her naked self fully to the erotic wonder of the lewd animal fucking she was receiving back in her now eagerly absorbing young pussy.

He would spare her because of his sexual attachment, realizing she was more than a friend, perhaps a mistress... like the fawn-colored dog had been to him before she was so cruelly killed! She knew that much of animals, thanks to Uncle Link. And she knew as well that they... every man in the valley... would not rest until this wild brute was dead, once they learned what had happened to her! There was no one to tell the ugly truth, to reveal the whorish manner in which she was voluntarily grinding her lewdly spread nakedness back onto the huge dog's beautiful driving cock! Animals couldn't speak... they couldn't talk about their master's indiscretions like the slaves of history... !

Caesar knew and welcomed the hot, wet clasping of her desire- clenched vagina back onto his thrusting length of hardened maleness, an inbred, unquestionable sensation of male domination momentarily sparking the depths of his wilderness keened brain. The lower, more base instincts of her soft, human body had taken control, even as her supposedly superior mind fell into complacent lust. It was natural; she couldn't help it, he discerned as he humped more heavily up between her open buttocks. Such were the inevitable plights of the human... had once been his own, and perhaps would be again... but now... !

Annie wished there was some way she could bend her head all the way back up under her kneeling body and watch his enormous, pleasure-giving dog-cock disappearing inside her tightly clasping pussy! God, she was little more than a deplorable bitch... but she'd never even imagined such erotic bliss! Just to see it... see it fucking in and out up inside her hot, wetly clasping cunt lips that had hardly ever known more than her own tiny finger! But, at best, she could only visualize their orgiastic spectacle, the mere thought of their lewd, unnatural coupling sending unknown, salacious excitement raging through her passionately aroused young body. She groaned aloud in her all consuming passion and ground her softly yielding buttocks back hard against his strong, mercilessly battering animal-flesh, sensing the tiny rivulets of moisture building wetly in the smoothly rotating crevice separating the whiteness of her asscheeks. Then, she felt the tiny streams beginning to dribble down the backs and rhythmically working tendons of her supple inner thighs, while the sudden mounting pressure in her loins and belly signaled that something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside her!

In and out, in and out, Caesar rapidly fucked the slavishly kneeling girl, a wet staccato of flesh-slapping sounds hollowly filling the open, dark cellar, his keen animal-brain savoring a measure of vengeance in his human rape of her helplessly naked young body. His powerful, hardened penis was bursting into her as if she were some ripe fruit, destroying her chaste mind forever, he knew, and therein lay his revenge upon the humans who had destroyed his mate. Between each thrust, he sensed her tender young vaginal passage relaxing, then swallowing his solid length back up inside again and holding it fast in a hot, hungry clutch of eagerly working cuntal muscles. He saw her smooth, white body tense and relax again and again beneath him as she began to incessantly moan. His great organ seemed to grow and harden even more when he felt the soft, fleshy ridges inside her hot contracting belly giving way before his unsparing assault.

Again, she twisted her head to look back at him and he witnessed her mouth suddenly gasping open, but the coming scream half-choked in her slender young throat. Instead, she began to toss her head wildly from side to side her long chestnut-hair flailing about her naked shoulders. She had reached the beginning paroxysm of female orgasm, he perceived, when she began to savagely swivel her rounded, white buttocks hotly and crazily back against him like any of the rutting bitches of his own wild dog pack. His tongue hung loosely from his panting mouth as he fucked with heavy, buttock flattening humps up between the soft, furiously undulating mounds of human, female-flesh. Once more, she screamed, this time, her cry piercing the night while she rammed deliriously back onto his huge thrusting hardness, and he drove it mercilessly forward to begin spitting its hot, wet semen in bullet-like spurts deep up into her young hungrily clasping cuntal passage!

Caesar felt her smooth, rounded buttocks begin to contract and jerk back against his hotly empty testicles, uncontrollably hollowing and tensing, indicating the zenith moment within her voraciously quivering young belly. He felt the thick, wet combination of their orgasmic release seeping out around the flushed lips of her rhythmically throbbing pussy lips as her hot, clutching young vaginal channel ravenously squeezed and pulled at his rapidly spurting penis.

She fell forward then, away from him, her legs still spread wide apart, and in the light of the half-moon her rounded white buttocks glistened wetly from his expended semen. He could see her opened pink flesh and the soaked dark hair of her ravished young loins, as she breathed heavily in her obscenely spread position. Exultantly, he stepped over her outstretched nakedness and raised his head toward the moon...

Across the uneasily sleeping valley, an eerie howl split the heavy silence, causing men and women to restlessly toss in their beds... a harmless stray wolf, perhaps...

Chapter 2

The chilling, wolf-like cry had sent a tiny tremor rippling over Jean Blakely's curvaceous, naked body, and she snuggled backwards in the bed, up tighter against her young husband, finding reassurance in his sheltering, rugged masculinity. He stirred with the movement, making her realize that she was tickling his face again with strands of her long blonde hair. His strong hand cupping the resilient flesh of her left breast started to move away, then returned as if in after-thought to reclaim the firm, full mound, and she felt the length of his flaccid penis possessively seating itself tighter back between her buttocks, the pubic hair of his lean pelvis pleasurefully brushing against their yielding, sensitive smoothness.

She quietly sighed in drowsing unrest. Her soft belly and tingling sperm flooded vaginal walls still fluttered with little throbbing spasms from the rapture of their love-making. It had nearly happened this time, and she was confident that very soon they would discover the intimate formula. Most of all, she had made him happy; all else, even her own fulfillment, was of secondary importance... but the animal's lonely cry had seemed to add to her uneasiness.

Wide awake once more, Jean's novelly devoted young mind fell into thought. It was just that everything was so strange to her, she supposed... and she loved him so much. Their marriage, Crescent Valley, this new and foreign life away from the city, the latter all that she'd ever really known... it was such a different existence... except for his being a law-enforcement officer.

She'd vowed, after watching her Mom's many many nights of worry that she'd never marry a lawman... and here she was, happier than she could ever have dreamed possible. Of course, with Mark it was a little different; he was a deputy sheriff in an almost rural district, while her dad had been a Los Angeles detective with his life constantly in danger, but why couldn't Mark have been a druggist, or a carpenter, or... or... ? Ridiculous... lying there thinking such nonsense... ! He was Mark Blakely and she loved him with every ounce of strength she possessed! In fact, she couldn't imagine him being anything else but a deputy sheriff; he looked so handsome in his uniform. Besides, if he'd chosen any other career she probably would never have met him! Certainly, he wouldn't have been in L.A. attending the police academy seminar for that week, nor could her father have invited him home to dinner... !

And what a beautiful, whirlwind seven-days they had been: first, the double-dates with Steve and Carol; then, the private ones of their own... and the very first kiss! Shortly, Mark's proposal had followed. Lord, she'd thought she was going to go out of her mind with happiness! Mom had guessed before they'd even had a chance to tell her, Jean remembered, smiling to herself in the darkness, and Dad had just stood there beaming proudly, waiting to give them both his blessing.

Two months ago, yet it seemed like yesterday that Judge Wilton had pronounced them man and wife. It hadn't been at all what she'd girlishly envisioned as her wedding, but neither she nor Mark had wanted to wait another minute. Besides, he'd had to get back here to the valley and she'd had no intentions of letting him come alone... nor had she really known one single moment of regret over her snap decision. She'd loved him from the very first instant their eyes had met, and that, she knew, would never change regardless of what he did to her... or what he couldn't do... But that wasn't fair, that last uncalled-for thought, she mentally reprimanded, angry with her self. Gently, she caressed his big, virile hand warmly cupping her naked breast, brushing with fervent affection the soft masculine hair that grew sparsely along its back. He would soon discover the intrinsic key to bringing her to orgasm, she reassured herself, a tiny passionate tremor rippling over her once more, the erotic anticipation nearly as satisfying to her young, voluptuous body as the unlocked moment itself might be...

Though he hadn't moved any portion of himself, except his face to escape the perfumed taunting of her silken hair teasing at his chin, Mark lay wide-eyed, well aware of his new young wife's sleeplessness. Again tonight he'd failed, he confusedly thought. And she'd been almost there, that much he felt certain of, but he hadn't been able to hold back his cum any longer! Damn, she was so lovely... her breath-taking body... so soft and white and roundedly curved at every strategic point... he had only to look down at her and he was lost! He'd cum like some sort of unleashed, pumping fountain, his bloated balls achingly pressuring the sperm from them in wild, spurting gushes that had damned near torn him apart! And after that, what could he possibly do for an encore... even knowing that she was as excited and tighter than a drum inside, hoping, just hoping and giving herself to him... only to be left played with, but never released? What else was there for her outside of wrapping her soft arms around his neck as she pressed her warm smooth curies tightly against his spent body and passionately whispered how much she loved him... that it was all right, and maybe next time it would be different? What else... except hit him in the face with a shoe, or something, the way the wealthy and spoiled Lydia Newell would react? But then, Jean was no Lydia, was she, not his gorgeous Jeannie... ?

Christ, it wasn't even honorable to tie both of them into the same thought! Maybe if he'd waited until things were in better straits here in the valley, he could've made this twenty-two year old golden young Venus some sort of a physically satisfying husband! Not only was Lydia an ever-present menace to their marriage with her sensually vicious body and mind, but there was the rotten drug problem the town had suddenly been exposed to among its young people... and even worse, the unbelievable wild- dog pack that was raiding the herds for food, plus, the stupid damned stories that were spreading about its huge, mysterious leader. He'd brought her there right in the midst of it all... his precious Jeannie, exposing her to the worst possible side of the valley. He hadn't been thinking... couldn't, damnit! He'd been that far gone... completely and totally in love... if that term could accurately describe what had happened to him.

Hell, for himself, he wasn't sorry. Like any man, he was too damned lustful. But for the exotically precious young woman he held snugly embraced against him, he couldn't help feel genuine concern. Christ, he loved her so damned much! If only he'd used his head, or heart, instead of his brainless hard cock to do his thinking... !

"You're awake, aren't you, Darling," he heard her softly whisper in a statement rather than a question. "I could tell by the way your hand began to squeeze and stroke my breast."

"Y-yes," he breathed, feeling her trying to cuddle her intoxicating, nakedness back against him even closer, her smooth little hand holding his that was intently clutching the firm resilience of the unbelievably full mounds on her chest.

A revived sensation of desire charged through him at the meaningful squirm of her satin-smooth buttocks back against his cock between them, causing it to lurch into the first stages of re-hardness and she passionately whimpered. He kissed the crown of her head, even as thoughts of Link Morgan, Lydia Newell, and the ferocious dog-pack with its wild leader raced through it. Why he should think of them, and especially a brute animal at such a time, was unanswerable! She was so beautiful, so softly luscious, so absolutely feminine... !

"W-what's bothering you, Darling?" she whispered.

"You. Just you, Baby... nothing else."

"Oh darling..." she said, kissing his hand. "I-I know you want to mean that... but there's something else on your mind... Already, I can tell, and I've only known you two-months. You can't lie to me, Mark... not ever... Please? What is it? Let me worry with you? Isn't that part of our life together?"

He didn't answer right away. Then: "Of course, Baby. I'll always tell you," he lied, feeling protective in the act. "Minor things, really... day to day details that I have to be concerned with..."

"What about the dogs?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"The dogs?"

"The wild-pack everyone is talking about that raid the sheep?"

"What about them? It happens all the time."

"Not according to the women in the neighborhood," she quietly replied. "Old Granny Obert said something about it being a hundred years ago when the valley was first settled that dogs actually ran wild like this. And... and she insists that... that they had the same leader..."

"Good Lord, Jean! You can't believe that medieval nonsense! Dammit, those pipe-smoking, nursing-home cases ought to be carted away!" Mark snapped, rolling onto his back and letting free of her breast.

Immediately, Jean turned over, crowding close to hug him. He could see her lovely heart-shaped face by the light of the half- moon filtering in through their open window.

"Well, don't get angry with me, Sweetheart," she entreated. "I'm only trying to tell the deputy sheriff what's circulating around town..."

"The deputy sheriff can't do a damned thing in this little burg!" he snapped, not meaning to sound angry. "His jurisdiction begins at its town-limits. Inside those barriers, Chief of Police Link Morgan enforces the law... such as it is..."

"Darling, Darling, please... ? You're beginning to sound mean."

"I don't intend to... I'm sorry," he said, his brain suddenly filled with the memory of the three boys he'd picked up for pushing dope at the Valley College. He'd turned them over to Link and nothing had happened yet, not even a hearing before Judge Collins... but then, even the Judge was on Link's pay, wasn't he. Goddamnit, how could you maintain law and the citizens' rightful peace in an area like this with such as Link Morgan and the Newells? They controlled! Damnit, sometimes he was tempted to ask Sheriff Hester for a transfer! He would if it wasn't for his Dad... dead now, killed by Link's accidental hunting bullet... ! Yeah, he would because of Jeannie, but he knew he'd never be able to forgive himself! The sons of bitches! Goddamnit, he never should have brought her there until it was all cleared... !

The telephone interrupted his thoughts. Jean let free of him as he fumbled for the light-switch then the instrument setting on the table beside him. She tensed as it rang again. There had been only a few such night calls since their marriage, but each of them had been serious enough to take him from her... auto accidents... a robbery... and...

"What the hell are you saying, Doc?" she heard Mark incredulously blurt out. "The Purcell girl... Link Morgan's niece... ? My God... did he maul her... ? What... ? Th-that's impossible... ! I can't believe... listen, I'll be right there, Doc... ! Have you called Link? Okay... okay, I'll be right over... !"