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     This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
     The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
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     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
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                          The Watch Dog



                            Chapter 1

     The squad car's wailing siren cut through the stillness of
the summer night like the sound of someone screaming in the throes
of a nightmare.  From far off it came, ever rising and falling
pitch bringing it closer to the Valley Farms home of Kate and Lucy
Barrett.  It was eleven past four in the morning when the call
came in from Mrs. Barrett, according to the precinct records, and
twenty-two past when the patrol car screeched to a halt in front
of their rambling brick home.  The two officers, one white and one
black, jumped from the car almost before it had stopped moving,
guns drawn, eyes searching the nearby hedges and trees for the
sign of movement that might mean the difference between finishing
their shift alive or going home in a rubber bag.  Crime in this
Washington, D.C. suburb was no laughing matter.  Not that anyone
would have laughed anyway - taxes had soared in recent years to
meet the costs of bigger and better police forces.  And insurance
premiums, when you were lucky enough to get it all, were double
what they were five years ago.  Most residents did without,
absorbing the loss themselves when they awoke to find their car
looted or their television missing when they returned from work.
Or in some cases, the whole house, rugs, drapes, furniture,
everything!
     Patrol Officer Bill Manners was the first up the long,
stepping-stone walk, his teammate, Turner Jackson, close on his
heels.  Manners was the senior man in this car, Turner being a
recent Police Academy graduate, and the blond-haired Virginia
family man was careful to stick by the book as this was only
Turner's second night out on patrol duty.  He glanced up and saw
two female figures silhouetted on the drawn curtains, apparently
still in their sleeping wear, and he slipped his revolver back
into its holster and motioned for Turner to do the same.  There
was little to be gained by frightening these poor civilians worse
than they had already been frightened.  It was almost always the
same on these calls ... break-in in progress.  Before they could
arrive on the scene, the burglar was long gone, probably hiding
under a car somewhere three or four blocks away.  Or safely behind
the wheel of a non-descript sedan, motoring calmly back into the
city, richer enough, if he was lucky, to feed his habit for
another twenty-four hours.  If not, it was back to the streets.
Maybe this time an elderly pensioner coming home from the late
movies, or a newsstand operator going to work.  But wherever,
however, he would get what he needed to keep him flying for
another day.  There was never any choice for a heroin addict.
     The door opened as they stepped onto the covered front porch
and a fortyish woman wearing an expensive-looking robe ushered
them in with a salesgirl's smile.  "Come in, Officers, come in.
I'm so glad you got here quickly," she gushed.  "My daughter Lucy
and I have been scared out of our wits.  I tell you, it was
horrible.  Horrible!  Oh where are my manners ... I'm Kate
Barrett, you know, of Barrett's Department Store down at the
shopping center."
     "Yes, ma'am."
     "And this is my daughter Lucy.  Would you two fine officers
care for something to drink?  I know you can't drink on duty, but
I could spill a little brandy when I pour your coffee," she said,
lowering her voice as if Lucy was too young to hear, and winking
at the two policemen.  But there was little doubt about Lucy's
maturity, as both officers quickly noticed.  She was wearing just
what she had on when they heard the glass breaking by the back
door--baby doll pajamas you could read a newspaper through, though
with her body, who'd want to read a newspaper?  Officer Manners
took out his note-pad and began to record the facts, but his eyes
kept wandering from the pad and stealing surreptitious glances at
the most beautiful chest he had seen in a long time.  Christ, he
thought, if my old lady had a pair of knockers like those, I'd
never leave the house!
     "I'll have a little coffee, ma'am, if it's not too much
trouble," he said, dutifully writing down the address and the
sketchy facts he knew already.  He could not be too careful on
this call, for the Barrett money was Establishment money.  John
Barrett owned most of this valley at one time, before he
subdivided it up and sold it for development, and Manners had
heard estimates in the millions of his worth in real estate.  He
was dead now, over a year ago from a sudden heart attack.  Popular
jokes held that he died struggling under the weight of a bag full
of his money, but that was not something for the record.
     "Certainly, men ... Lucy, would you mind putting a little
coffee in the percolator for these gentlemen."
     "No, ma'am ... I'd be delighted," she said as if she did not
mean it at all, and left the room.  Officer Manners sneaked a
quick look at the backside of that gorgeous blonde's body under
those see-thrus and, if anything, it was even nicer than the
front!  High, tight cheeks that rubbed together when she walked
...  Man, what she'd be like in the sack!  He was sorry now that
he had asked for coffee, because it robbed him of any more
sideways looks at the younger Barrett woman.  Not that the older
one was any hag; Kate Barrett had that aura of well-preserved
beauty common to most rich women.  The kind of cold, translucent
good-looks that comes with thrice-weekly trips to the Georgetown
salons.
     "Won't you gentlemen sit down?" the older red-haired woman
inquired.  "I'm sure you two could use a breather, what with all
the crime we've been having lately in Valley Farms.  Isn't it just
awful?  I mean, it must be all those ..."  She seemed to be about
to say something but she smiled stiffly in Officer Jackson's
direction and bit her tongue.  "What I mean to say is, all those
dope addicts and all from the city.  I've heard they come out five
and six to a car, like going to a picnic!"
     The young black officer nodded officiously.  "That's partly
true, Mrs. Barrett.  We do suspect that a lot of these break-ins
and muggings lately have been the work of addicts from Washington.
I don't know whether they make the ride out in carpools though ...
it might look a little suspicious.  All those blacks in Valley
Farms would stand out like ..."
     The senior officer cleared his throat meaningfully.  "What he
means, ma'am, is that maybe we had better get on with the report.
If the burglar who tried to get in here is still around, we might
spot him on the street.  Anyone out at this hour is usually up to
no good."
     "Oh, I do agree, Officer!  I think there ought to be a
curfew, except for decent folks, don't you?  I mean, what business
do all these young people have out at this hour?"
     "Yes, ma'am, you're quite right."
     "Mrs. Barrett," interrupted the black officer.  "How would
you propose to tell the 'decent folks' from the troublemakers?"
     "Why, I ... well, I don't know all the details.  That's for
smarter people than I to work out."
     Officer Manners shot his junior partner a look that could
have cut glass.  "Let's go on with the report.  Tell me exactly,
in your own words what happened."
     Lucy Barrett returned with the coffee on a silver tray
complete with creamer and sugar bowl, and both the young police
officers rose and nodded their thanks courteously.  She leaned
precariously close to them as she placed the tray on the coffee
table at their knees; Officer Manners cleared his throat again for
something to do and managed, finally, to get his eyes back on his
note pad.
     "Officers, the report?" the older woman dropped her words
like lead weights; since Lucy's unintentionally dramatic entrance
she had lost her audience.  And Kate Barrett did not appreciate
being upstaged by another woman, even if she was her own flesh and
blood.  "Could we continue?" she said icily, her thin veneer of
charming hospitality washed away like so much make-up.
     Officer Manners sensed the change immediately and made up his
mind to get all the pertinent facts and get away from here; you
could feel the hostility in the air in the Barrett home.  And
whatever its source, he wanted no part of it; the Barrett money
was a dozen times what it took to get a policeman fired.  "Yes,
ma'am," he said with a regulation smile.  "You were about to tell
us what happened before your call.  According to what we have
already, you called the switchboard at the Valley Farms substation
at eleven past four and reported a break-in progress, is that
correct?"
     "Correct.  Lucy and I both heard the noise.  Our bedrooms are
on the same hallway and both of us knew it came from the back door
in the kitchen.  Actually, it's in the laundry room, but it
adjoins the kitchen.  It's only a few feet from the bedrooms on
the back of the house."
     "Then you were both in bed?"
     "Yes, for hours.  But would you like to see the backdoor for
yourselves?"
     "Yes, ma'am, I was about to ask you."
     "Actually, I think I'll excuse myself and try to get some
more sleep.  I'm sure whoever he was, he won't be back around
tonight with you gentlemen on duty."  She was all teeth and eyes,
but both the policemen felt her fangs plainly enough.  "Lucy will
show you the door and the grounds, won't you dear?  Thank you very
much for your prompt, uh, attention.  And good-night."  Officers
Manners and Jackson rose as the older Barrett woman got up to
leave, and mumbled their courtesies as she hurried off without a
look back.  It was a clear case of dismissal; Kate Barrett was not
accustomed to vying for attention.  She would rather make her exit
a memorable one than play second-fiddle to Lucy's spectacular
endowments.
     "Well, I guess the queen has retired to her chambers," Lucy
said bitterly when her mother was out of earshot.  "Let's go out
through the dining room and I'll show you where the burglar tried
to get in."  She walked ahead of them, and when she paused in the
doorway of the kitchen, Officers Manners and Jackson were treated
to a sight that would drive sensible men to drink.  The kitchen
light was a bright fluorescent tube hidden above the counter, and
with the dining room darkened, it shone through Lucy's diaphanous
pajamas like they were clear plastic!  Manners heard his partner
gasp and he gave him a quick elbow in the ribs before the young
blonde turned to face them.
     Turner Jackson knew he was taking a chance kidding around
about a good-looking white woman, especially a blonde one who
could have just stepped out of Playboy.  He had known Bill Manners
since before Police Academy, and he knew he was no racist: still,
a lot of good white men grabbed for their sheets and crosses when
they saw black eyes on smooth white flesh.  She was a real looker,
all right, and she knew it.  Turner could see that as well as he
could see the curvaceous outline of her firm breasts beneath her
pajama top; she might come in with the innocent bit, but this one
was no Sunday-school virgin!
     "Over there, Officers ... that's the window he broke.  We
left everything just as we found it.  I saw them do that on a TV
show just last week.  That was the right thing to do, wasn't it?"
She was smiling now and her face had all the well-scrubbed beauty
of the girl next door; it was hard to see any of Kate Barrett in
this vivacious young creature.  Kate's looks were tough and hard,
Lucy was as soft and cuddly as a kitten once her mother was out of
the room.  And both Bill Manners and Turner Jackson were thinking
just how soft and cuddly she would be ... safely tucked away
beneath the sheets.
     Manners made all the necessary notes for his report; there
was no point in sending the crime truck around for fingerprints.
He knew there would not be any.  There was tape on the glass and
it had been cut in a circle by a glass-cutter; this was obviously
no neighborhood teenager or hungry wino.  It had to be a
professional break-in artist, even though he blew it when the
glass slipped and crashed to the kitchen tile floor, and
professionals did not leave fingerprints.
     There was little left to be done and Officer Manners, as
senior man, thanked Lucy for her trouble and promised they would
cruise the neighborhood until dawn just in case the burglar was
still around.  She walked them to the front door, and as the two
cops turned to say good-night, she was silhouetted again in the
doorway, her slender curves outlined in the diffused light that
filtered through her nightie.  God, was she ever a tease! thought
the officer as he waved good-bye.  Nobody could be that naively
innocent!
     "Bill, what'ya think of all that?" Jackson asked when they
were back in the patrol car
     "Just a routine break-in attempt."
     "Oh, not that.  You know what I mean.  That little prick-
tease running around waving those titties in our face!  Man, she's
gonna' get herself raped if she keeps that up!"
     "Yeah, well just don't get any ideas, Jackson.  That's rich
man's pussy, both of them.  You and I just don't qualify," the
blond policeman said as he turned the ignition.  "Call in and let
them know we're back in the car, will you, Turner?"
     The black officer waited for a gap in the unusually busy
communications traffic, and then gave the appropriate code numbers
to indicate they were again ready for action.  He strapped himself
into the bucket seat as the heavy police-special cruiser surged
down Valley Farms Road toward the lights of Washington far in the
distance.  It would be light soon, time for some more coffee and
perhaps a couple of doughnuts at the all-night Dunkin' Donuts out
on the highway.  "I was thinking, Bill," he said after they had
traveled a few blocks.
     "'Bout what?"
     "About those two women ... how come they seem to be at each
other's throats like they do.  It just don't seem right.  Mrs.
Barrett being a widow and all."
     "That's part of the problem, Turner."
     "What?  Her being a widow?"
     Manners reached down to the radio and turned the squelch knob
up enough to drown out some of the pre-dawn static.  "Yeah ...
there's a lot of stories around about those two.  Not that I
travel in the same circles, you understand.  That kind of life is
too rich for me, at least on a cop's salary.  I'd never have heard
the gossip at all if it hadn't been for Flaherty.  You know, that
red-headed guy who works second shifts ... anyway, he moonlights
over at the Valley Farms Club on weekends, keeping an eye on
traffic and such.  Pays good money, I understand.  Well, he said
that any time two of those rich ol' cunts get together over there,
it's to share a new story about Kate and Lucy Barrett."
     "Wow, what are they a couple of weirdos or something?"
     "No, nothing quite so spectacular.  The story is that Lucy
and Kate inherited an equal share of the Barrett holdings, with
Lucy's portion in trust until she's twenty-five."
     "You mean that sweet littl' thing isn't legal?"
     "Well, she's fucking legal, if that's what's on your dirty
mind.  But she's not legal enough to inherit her portion of the
estate.  So she's sort of dependent on her mother for everything.
That's why she's going to business school, to get a job and
support herself."
     "All that money and she's worrying about working?"
     "She's got a few years yet before she gets it, and from what
Flaherty tells me, she probably won't be living at home much
longer.  She's got a boyfriend, see, some punk she dredged up from
somewhere.  I don't know what a sweet piece like her sees in a
long-hair, but that's the drift.  The ol' lady hates his guts ...
won't even let him on the property.  And since she's Lucy's legal
guardian and controls the purse-strings, she's pretty much got the
upper hand."
     "I should have guessed it ... whenever there's a squabble
between two cunts, you can be damn sure there's a cock somewhere
in the middle!"
     "Jackson, you've sure got a dirty mouth.  But I think you're
right this time.  Only it's two cocks, not one?"
     "Two?  Well, no wonder Lucy hangs around with this long-hair!
He's really somethin' special!"
     "No, stupid.  The other cock's attached to one J. Marlowe."
     "The big clothing manufacturer who was in Newsweek a while
back?  He's the one with factories all over the world ... wherever
there's cheap labor."
     "Honestly, Turner, you surprise me.  I didn't know you read
anything heavier than comic books."
     The black officer laughed and took a pack of cigarettes from
the glove compartment, not offering his partner one because
Manners was a non-smoker.  "Not all us niggers is dumb, boss man,"
he said with a thick plantation accent.
     "Yeah?  Then if you're so smart, figure out the rest of the
story yourself."  They were turning into the country club driveway
for a sweep through the parking lot, always a good spot for
catching a couple of late-neckers with their pants down.
     "No, you tell me ... it's getting more interesting all the
time."
     "Actually, there's not much more to tell.  At least, not
until I get the latest rumors from Flaherty.  It seems that young
Lucy was sort of attached to her father, maybe more than is
natural for a girl her age, and she doesn't like the idea of
Daddy's widow with a new boyfriend ... Jerry Marlowe in the
flesh."
     "Aha, the ol' Electra complex rears its ugly head!"
     "Jeez, Turner, you're a pretty smart fellow!  How come you're
a cop?"  Just then their number came across on the radio:
disorderly conduct at an all-night service station.  "Probably a
fist-fight ... better get ready for a little action!"  He down-
shifted the powerful Mercury and it belched with a throaty roar as
they left Valley Farms in a cloud of taxpayers' rubber.  The
doughnuts would have to wait.



                            Chapter 2

     "Lucy, don't just walk past me like I'm not standing here!
Come in here ... I want to talk to you!"  Kate Barrett had changed
into a dress and stockings; she was always an early riser, and
this morning it would just be a bit earlier than usual.  She had
never really intended to go back to sleep anyway, but she needed
some excuse to get away from those adolescent police officers.
Another minute of the way they were ogling Lucy and she'd have
lost her cool completely!
     "Sorry, Mother," the younger woman said politely, her lips
pressed together in what passed as a smile.  "I didn't see you.
What do you want?  I have classes in just over three hours."
     "Never mind your classes.  What's the idea of parading around
this house like some kind of ... some kind of whore!"  Her teeth
clenched as she spat out the word; it left her lips like some bit
of bad food.
     "Parading where?  I've just been walking around my house.
Oh, excuse me, your house.  I wasn't aware that doing so made me
some kind of fallen woman."  Lucy stood barely an inch shorter
than her mother, and she showed no signs of backing down.  Arguing
like this had become something of a nightly ritual since John
Barrett's death, and both women had plenty of practice by now.
     "You know damn well what I mean!  You and that see-thru
outfit with those pimply-faced cops peering at your bosom.
Honestly, what do you take me for?  I'm not blind!"
     Lucy laughed weakly.  "I'll tell you what I take you for ...
if anybody's the whore, it's you!  Those men were nearly thirty,
young enough for me maybe, but not old enough for you!  I think
you're just jealous because I got all the attention!  That's
what's eating you, you're jealous!  Why don't you call up your
friend with the lavender cologne?  He might pay some attention to
you!"
     "Lucy Barrett, I won't listen to that kind of talk!  Maybe I
was a little hasty, but you've got no right to talk that way about
Mr. Marlowe.  He's a good friend of the family and he's been a
real help these last few months!"
     "Yeah, I'll bet ... help at what?  Or should I guess.  I'm
not blind either, you know.  I've seen you two kissing and
grabbing at each other like a couple of ..."
     Kate's palm flashed upward and stung across her daughter's
cheek with a loud smack.  Lucy scarcely moved, but her face bore
the mark of four red fingers like a stenciled hand on her cheek.
"Lucy ... I'm sorry ... Lucy?"
     Lucille Edgecombe Barrett turned on her bare feet and walked
away silently to her room, closed the door behind her, and locked
it carefully.  Not until she was in bed with her head beneath her
pillow did she let herself go.  A half hour later she had cried
herself to sleep, and she did not awaken until the alarm rang at
quarter past seven.
     Kate Barrett's room was closed when she passed it on the way
down to fix herself a quick breakfast.  The Barrett domestic,
Clara had arrived and was cleaning up the broken glass by the back
door when Lucy came in.  "Trouble, Miss Lucy?  You look like you
haven't slept a wink.  That is, unless you got them red eyes from
drinking."
     Lucy gave the elderly black woman a warm hug.  "No, Clara,
just the same old thing.  Mother and I had another of our fights.
This one was a real lulu."
     "Which one of you broke the door?"
     "Neither one.  We had a break-in here last night.  Or rather
almost had one.  I guess the lights must have scared him away."
     "A break-in?  Did you call the police?"
     Lucy was pawing through the cupboard in search of a snack-
sized box of cereal.  "Oh, yeah, police and guns and everything.
And then Mother accused me of being a whore and slapped me."
     "What?  Why, Miss Lucy, that don't sound right to me.  Are
you sure it happened just like that?"
     The long-haired blonde girl sat down at the kitchen breakfast
table and stared into the empty coffee cup that Clara had provided
for her.  "No, Clara, I don't know how it happened.  It was just
like all the other nights.  She said something or I said something
and we were off and running.  Only this time she hit me ... hard."
She was trying not to look at Clara, for the gray-haired Negro
woman had practically raised her and it was impossible to keep
anything from Clara.  She could lie to Kate, even once in a while
to Daddy when he was alive, but never to Clara.  She was too
sharp.
     "Listen honey, you forget all about that school this morning.
They'll understand you missing a couple of classes.  I'm gonna fix
you a nice hot breakfast just like I used to do when you was a
baby.  And then you can tell ol' Clara all about it, 'ya hear?"
She did not receive an answer, but when the elderly woman turned
from her dishes, Lucy had her face buried in her hands and it was
plain to see she was crying.

                           *    *    *

     You could always hear David coming long before you saw him;
his late-fifties MG had not seen a muffler without holes in more
years than anyone could remember.  How he managed to keep the
thing on the streets was a puzzlement to everyone who knew him or
the car.  David had the sort of looks that usually draw small-town
cops like sugar draws ants: long hair, a Mexican-bandito mustache.
And always the latest in freaky clothes.  But somehow he managed
to elude them, for his racing green MG was almost an institution
on the streets between Valley Farms and Alexandria.  He never
drove his car into the city; because of thieves, he said, but most
people suspected it was because the D.C. cops would be less likely
to put up with that awful brraaappp!
     Lucy Barrett remembered the exact day she first met David;
the exact day, the hour, the minute, all of it.  It was the night
Kate first brought Jerry home with her.  Oh, sure, she knew they
had been seeing each other.  Everyone in Valley Farms knew by that
time.  But at least until then she had had the decency to keep him
out of their home.  Her father's home!
     And Kate Barrett brought that sawed-off shrimp of a man with
his awful pot belly into the study where she was doing her
homework and introduced him, just like that.  What was she
supposed to do, curtsy and pretend she was glad to meet him?  That
man in her father's house?  Well, she didn't, and she was not
sorry in the least now as she waited outside the school for David
to pick her up.  No, not in the least.  That was the night she
first went to Scottie's, a late-night drive-in hangout not far
from Valley Farms, but definitely on the shadier side of the
tracks.  Lucy had never even felt the urge to go to that awful
place, though some of the bolder girls from Valley Farms went over
in groups of four or five just for laughs sometimes.  Much in the
manner that the Park Avenue swells used to go down to the Apollo
in Harlem before the blacks declared them non-grata.  Lucy went
there that night for one reason--to get drunk on beer.  She
ordered a plate of French fries and a half-quart of beer, just
like she had heard the kids did it here; and when it came, she
gulped half of it down without a breath.  Lucy was no drinker, at
least not then, but she had sampled a few different drinks over
the years, including a fair share of beer at debutante-season
parties and by the pool at the country club.  That night, though,
she had only wanted to get drunk as quickly and painlessly as
possible, and being under legal age, beer was the safest way.  She
had finished the first and ordered a second when David poked his
head in her passenger-side window.  Perhaps if she had not downed
that large can of beer so quickly, she would have switched on the
power window and told him to get lost.  Perhaps.
     But Lucy invited him inside instead; why not? she asked
herself, Mother's at home with her boyfriend.  If she can play
around with a fat old creep like Jerry Marlowe, then I can pick my
own playmates too! she told herself assuringly.
     And that was exactly what she did.  Call it revenge, getting
even, even love, but the end result is the same.  Lucy Barrett
lost her virginity that night in David's third-story studio
apartment in Alexandria.  It was all over so quickly she could
hardly remember it now; of course, being perfectly soused might
have affected her memory a bit.  And looking back, she felt not
the slightest recriminating pang, not one.  She took David home to
their Valley Farms house the very next night and treated Kate
Barrett to a bit of her own medicine.  Of course, John Barrett's
charming widow was too much the southern aristocrat to make a
scene in front of company, even if the guest was, in her own
words, "some degenerate hippie creep and probably an addict as
well."  The real scene came later, when David dropped her off at
half past three in the morning, but Lucy came out ahead on points
at the end of round one by turning up the very next afternoon for
five o'clock cocktails at the Club with David firmly in tow.  Long
hair, sandals, dirty jeans, and all.  That was the real beginning
of a running battle between the Barrett womenfolk that had dragged
on for over a month.  Kate Barrett with her "gentleman friend" and
Lucy with her hippie.
     "Hi, baby, been waiting long?"  Lucy was so caught up in her
reminiscing that she failed to hear David pull to the curb, and
that was no mean oversight with his MG.
     "No, just a couple of minutes," she lied to save
conversation.  "Let's get out of here, David.  I'm just not in the
mood for school today.  I slept through the business accounting
class and I was supposed to see the Dean about being late this
morning, but I just cut out."
     "Okay, baby, I think you should have split from that lousy
place a long time ago.  Who the hell wants to go to school to
learn to be a file clerk?"
     Lucy reached inside and opened the latch of the tiny sports
car and then climbed into the passenger seat, doubling her long
legs to get them inside.  David leered down between them at the
snatch of white as her panties showed momentarily.  "Hmm, nice
beaver shot there, sweetheart," he said with a phony Bogart lisp.
     "Can it, David," the well-built young blonde shot back
irritably.  "Step on the gas, will you, I said I wanted to get out
of here.  How about a couple of beers at Scottie's?"
     He threw the gearshift into first and popped the clutch in a
howl of burning rubber.  "Scottie's?" he inquired over the raucous
din of the finely-tuned roadster.  "What made you decide that?  We
haven't been to Scottie's since the night we met.  I thought you
didn't like the place."
     "Well, that was yesterday and today's today.  Now I'd like to
have a beer at Scottie's.  And then maybe over to your place."
     David did not need any further hints; Lucy was strangely
eager to get into bed today, and whatever the reason, he was game.
Lucy was the kind of dish some men lived all their lives without
once ever having, and she was his for the taking!  "Okay, baby,
Scottie's it is.  And then my place for dessert, right?" he said
with a knowing chuckle.
     Lucy turned her head and looked at him blankly.  "Don't joke
about it, David.  I need it today, that's all ... I need you!"
     David pressed the accelerator a bit closer to the
floorboards; he'd never seen her quite like this.  And Lucy to
practically ask for it.  Damn that was almost unthinkable!  He
glanced to be sure she was looking away and then used the heel of
his palm to press down the eager erection that was already bulging
in his tight Levi's.

                           *    *    *

     The cramped walk-up studio that he rented was, as usual, in
need of a woman's touch.  Food from meals already digested and
forgotten lay hardening in the sunlight that glared in from
outside.  This place had little to say for it, but its Southern
exposure was its one redeeming point.  Even in the dead of winter,
there was more sun here than in most penthouses.  The one large
room was papered floor to ceiling with rock posters from the
sixties; David had lived in San Francisco then and was, as he told
it somewhat sketchily, somehow loosely connected with the defunct
Avalon ballroom.  Lucy, in her more cognizant moments, guessed
that he was perhaps a ticket-taker, but she never ventured to
question him further.  David was not the kind of person one ever
got to know extremely well; she supposed she knew him as well as
anyone, and still there were a lot of stones uncovered.  Like, for
instance, what he did for a living.  He did not seem to have a lot
of money, but he always had just enough.  Yet when she asked him
about his source of income, he always answered in some vague
generality about being an "agent," then sometimes a few words
about "finders' fees and such."
     Lucy had heard of such things; John Barrett always took her
into his confidence.  He often said that he wanted no daughter who
was capable of being just a housewife: therefore, he explained the
innermost workings of his businesses in detail to her as a
teenager, usually when she would have preferred television or a
drive in the country.  But she never let on to David that she had
any familiarity at all with the world of business and finance; as
far as he knew, she understood just what little they taught her at
business school.  And that was hardly enough to make a decent
secretary.  In all honesty, she had to admit, if only to herself,
that she had some doubts about David's standing in the financial
community, but that never bothered Lucy Barrett.  She had all the
money she needed, and a lot more corning when she turned twenty-
five, so what did it matter if David probably had some part-time
job he was ashamed to tell her about.  Maybe in a service station
since he liked cars so much, she sometimes guessed.  But only when
it crossed her mind at all, which was seldom.
     "Want another beer?" he asked, opening the refrigerator.
     "No, thanks, those two at Scottie's were enough for me.  I
have to go home eventually, and one drunk in the house is quite
enough."
     "Ol' lady's on the sauce again?" he laughed.
     "Not so bad as before, when Daddy died.  But she's knocking
down more than her share.  And that boyfriend of hers kills a
bottle every day or so.  Scotch, naturally, at twelve bucks a

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bottle."
     "Can't the tight-ass afford his own booze?  I thought he had
tons of money."
     "Yeah, I suppose.  He's got lots of money, but he'd rather
drink for free, I guess," the attractive blonde explained as she
dropped across David's unmade double bed.  She always felt a
tingle of excitement when she lay on this bed; this was where she
first had a man.  This was the only place where she'd had a man.
     David kneeled on the mattress beside her, placing his half-
full beer on the headboard.  "Well, let's not talk about that jerk
Marlowe.  We've got more important things to do, right, baby?"
Lucy felt her whole body begin to shiver as his hands touched the
small of her back and then moved down over her soft round buttocks
and started to push the hem of her school dress up along the backs
of her smooth unblemished thighs.  She heard his breathing
suddenly grow faster, and she could feel the hot intensity of his
stare there between her slightly-spread thighs.  He gave her a
meaningful nudge and she lifted her hips and then her breasts so
that he could pull her dress up and off, pausing first to unzip it
at the shoulders.
     "Mmmmmmmm," she murmured softly as his hands smoothly
caressed their way down her back as he unhooked her brassiere;
that too was removed quickly as she lifted her large firm breasts
from the mattress for Davis to pull it away.  She felt a quiver of
eagerness as her naked breasts rubbed against the sheet; her
nipples hardened in contact with the coarse fabric, and Lucy could
feel that familiar surge of passion rushing through her chest and
loins.
     His warm hands moved further down her back as he hooked his
fingers in the taut elastic band at the top of her panties, and
then he yanked and tugged until they cleared the swell of her hips
and slid over the luxurious half-globes of her buttocks.  In
another few seconds, he had them down her long trim thighs and
then, as she lifted her ankles cooperatively, he removed them and
dropped them on the floor beside the bed.  Lucy was totally naked
now, not having worn any stockings to school because of the muggy
heat and humidity, and she purred like a complacent kitten as his
searching hands coursed over her eagerly, devouring her naked
flesh with his fingertips.  His hand slipped easily up between her
milky-white thighs until his fingers brushed electrically across
the sparse blonde pubic hair around her vagina; his finger swept
just slightly over the quivering, nerve-filled bud of her
clitoris, and she moaned loudly, a visible shiver of excitement
racing up from her naked loins and along her bare smooth back.
His own fervent lust thoroughly aroused, the long-haired young man
lifted and rolled her voluptuous body over easily so that her full
frontal nudity was offered up to him like an obscene French
postcard.  Her eyes were hardly more than slits, and her naked
firm breasts rose and fell in the swelling crescendo of her
blatant and uncontrollable passion!
     David's lust-widened eyes bulged to take in all of the rich
young blonde's luridly exposed sensuality.  Like every other time
he had brought her up here to this dingy apartment, she was hotter
than New York on the Fourth of July--her legs twitching anxiously
and her ripe little ass just squirming with excited eagerness.
Lucy Barrett, John Barrett's only child, and here she was in his
bed, begging for his cock!  What incredible sweet irony!  It was
just too damn much.
     He could scarcely suppress the smirk of absolute victory that
seemed to creep across his face on its own ...  Oh, you hot-ass
piece o'pussy, you'd absolutely shit if you knew the whole story!
Yes, you would!
     That night she turned up like something out of a dream ...
Lucy Barrett alone and crying her big blue eyes out at a dump like
Scottie's!  He had to look twice before he was certain himself, as
he had only seen her before from a distance, but with a face like
an angel and a body that could tempt a saint, he knew it had to be
the same girl.  It had been nearly a year since John Barrett gave
the order to have him fired from the shipping department,
instructions that included turning his name over to the police for
being a marijuana smoker.  His foreman had caught him with a
lighted "joint" during his lunch break, and being the hard-hat
that he was, went straight to John B. himself.  Lucy never knew
any of this, of course, for the store had kept it quiet to avoid
publicity.  And though the charges were eventually dropped by the
District Attorney's office, he had spent a nervous two months
sweating it out.  And unemployed to boot.  He swore to get even
that very day he was fired, but he had given it up as a lost cause
until he spotted Lucy that night at Scottie's.
     David had another job now, thanks to John Barrett.  Or
rather, no thanks, for he would rather have been on welfare than
doing what he was into now.  He had reluctantly agreed to do some
work for Sammy DeAngelo and his organization, just that one time
to make ends meet.  One little trip down to the Naval Yards at
Norfolk with a certain small package to deliver, just that one
time.  But it didn't work out that way; with Sammy's organization
it never did.  Once they had their hooks in you, your ass was
theirs until they tired of you.  First they were all smiles and
please-and-thank-you, then they lost their charming good humor
when you refused them another delivery run.  And when you went out
to start your car one morning and found all the tires slashed even
though it had been left under a street light, then, if you were
smart, you knew that the organization had you where they wanted
you.  Right under their thumb.
     Only now David could see a light at the end of the tunnel--a
way out from under Sammy's crushing weight and a chance to get
even with John Barrett at the same time!  It was almost too good
to be true, all that money just waiting to be grabbed.  He could
tell Sammy to shove it and split for the Riviera where the real
action was!  And the best part of all was fucking John Barrett's
high class daughter while he bided his time.  Roll over in your
grave, John Barrett, you mother-fucker!
     His hands again roamed upward between her thighs until he
could feel the hotly-steaming furrow of her young cuntal flesh
quiver in passionate reply to his lust-inciting caresses.
"Ooooohhhh," she sighed up at him and when he lowered his face to
hers, her tongue lashed out as if to pull him closer and then
pushed wetly into his clinging mouth in a lascivious signal of
utter surrender.
     Lucy was only half-aware of a hurried bustling of clothing,
and when she opened her eyes wider, David was standing over her
completely naked, his man-sized cock visibly pulsating between
both his hands.  He crawled onto the bed and kneeled over her
prostrate form with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.  "Reach
down and stick it in, sweetheart."  She complied almost
immediately, and he moaned a long, deep sigh as her warm fingers
closed eagerly around his rigid penis and then began to push the
thick fleshy foreskin back over the distended purplish knob.  She
squeezed his cock-shaft impatiently and eased it up against the
hotly-steaming lips of her hungering cunt.
     David could feel the softly tickling pubic hair brushing
against his lust-distended member as it poised tremblingly at the
very cuntal mouth of her vagina.  Her pussy-heat seemed to draw
him like a magnet, threatening to suck him voraciously into the
very pit of her desire-heightened loins.  He knew she was his, all
of her, every delicious naked inch of her!  All his life he'd
hungered for a woman like her, but they were always too distant
for a boy from the wrong side of town.  He'd seen them for years
in their fancy cars, with their prissy college-boy lovers.  And
now he had the cream of the crop, John Barrett's daughter herself,
squirming on his unmade bed like some hash-house waitress he'd
brought up for a quick piece of tail!
     This time, he thought wickedly, this time she'll wait until I
say so!  She wants my cock so bad it hurts, but she'll wait,
goddamn her, until I'm ready to shove it into her tight country-
club pussy!
     "Want it, baby?" he sneered coarsely into her ear.
     Lucy did not answer but lay beneath him groaning in barely-
audible gasps through her clenched teeth: her lips were pulled
back and quivering with the frenzied passion her lover always
stirred between her supple thighs.
     "I asked you a question," he said with thinly-veiled sadism.
"Do you want it or not?  You gotta' ask me real nice if you do."
     Lucy shivered beneath him.  "P-please, David, don't make me
do that ... just take me, darling!  Please!  I need it ... so
bad!"
     "No dice, honey ... I want to hear you ask real sweet-like.
This time, for a change, we do it my way!"  He looked into her
perspiration-beaded face and he knew he would be victorious;
whatever it was that drew her to him, whatever strange power he
seemed to have over her, it was working its magic now.  Her tongue
encircled her trembling lips in obvious passionate hunger; her
eyes were closed but her eyelids fluttered at the touch of his
naked male penis against her moistly-quivering cuntal softness.
He was on his elbows over her, his cock insinuated just slightly
between the pouting pink lips of her nakedly beckoning vagina, but
suddenly another idea flashed in his mind--something new, even for
him, a little special way he'd heard about but never tried ... he
could fuck her between those big, beautiful titties!  Man, what a
treat!
     David sighted down along the muscular hardness of his chest
to the luscious blonde's slightly quivering breasts, firm and
soaring as they shivered beneath him.  Placing a leg on either
side of her slender torso, he squirmed forward and positioned
himself with his immensely-swollen cock between her white, pink-
capped breasts; the soft warm flesh of her naked breasts closed
around the rigid blood-engorged length of his organ and he gasped
at the exciting exotic sensation.  His fingers shook with the
eagerness of his growing lust as he squeezed the resilient fleshy
mounds until his tightly fondling grip left tiny red welts between
the ridges of his fingers; he kneaded them and crushed them into a
dozen different shapes, but every time they snapped back to the
full voluptuous mounds that Lucy Barrett was so proud of.
     David moaned with the exquisite pleasure of Lucy's breasts
encircling warmth around his cock; he squeezed them tightly
together so that they formed a narrow tunnel-like opening and he
rocked his pelvis back and forth so that his hard, lust-engorged
cock slithered back and forth inside the hairless, tightly
gripping cleft between her high-set breasts.  He pushed the
purplish bulbous head of his cock through the tightly encircling
channel between her breasts until it poked lasciviously against
the underside of her chin; she jerked away with a half-
intelligible gasp of revulsion--fellatio was not her bag; he had
tried often enough, but Lucy just would not cooperate.  He eased
back and laughed silently at the tiny smear of his seminal fluid
that glistened there above her blemish-free neck.
     For several long tantalizing minutes more, he kept up the
slow, slithering pace ... his own sticky discharge had thoroughly
moistened the smooth-bored cleft between her breasts and his cock
slid right up to her chin.  Lucy turned her face away disgustedly,
but he could still feel the vibrant sexuality that flooded her
body and knew she was totally under his control.  All except for
one thing, that one single act he'd never been able to force out
of her--she had never given him a blow job.  Well, he thought, all
in time ... it wouldn't be smart to ruin this little set-up just
because I ain't getting any head!  There are plenty of other birds
around who love a taste of cock now and then!
     His hands squeezed her large full breasts in from the sides
so tightly that his cock could scarcely slide between them; he had
his eyes half-closed and his teeth clenched with the wildly erotic
sensation of this strangely inciting experience.  He felt the
surging tide of his male orgasm begin to swell deep in his sperm-
laden testicles and he thought with a lewd mocking grin ...  Hell,
why not!  It ought to be good for a laugh!
     Pushing the pliant mounds together so hard that Lucy cried
out in pain, he humped ferociously forward a few last quick times,
his pistoning penis slithering machine-like between her tightly
smashed breasts; her nipples almost touched as he shoved the warm
womanly orbs together, and then with a grunting sigh of release,
he let his lust-bloated balls explode along the steel-hard shaft
of his cock until the seething viscous stream gushed between her
crushed pink-tipped breasts and onto her neck and chin like a
sticky glob of spittle.
     Lucy started from the sudden unexpected sensation of
something warm and liquid on her flesh, and when she looked up and
saw David looking down at her mockingly, his face slashed with a
sneer, she squirmed maddeningly to wriggle out from beneath him,
but he held her securely between his knees.  "Damn you, David!"
she spat up at him.  Damn was the strongest expletive he had ever
heard her use and she reserved it for the really furious moments.
"That was a rotten, disgusting thing to do!  I need you, David, I
told you that ... and now look what you've done!  That was ...
filthy, that's what it was!  Filthy!"
     David raised one leg and moved off of her, trailing his
flaccid penis across the still vibrant mound of one of her
breasts, leaving a smear of semen that oozed over her crinkly
nipple like some after-bath cream.  He knelt beside her on the
messy unmade bed; the sheets beneath his knees were nearly beige
with dirt and God-knows-what-else.  "Don't get all worked up,
baby," he said with a confident grin.  His hand lifted the rubbery
length of his deflated cock and flapped it around like a length of
hose.  "There's still plenty left for you ... just get it nice and
hard again and it's all yours.  I just wanted to see how I liked a
tit-fuck, and now I know."
     Lucy looked up at him, her eyes burning with a potent mixture
of passion and anger.  She would have liked to spit in his face
and walk out of here ... but she knew she wouldn't.  Instead,
swallowing her rich-girl pride like an unwanted oyster, she took
his soft penis and began to knowingly stroke its fleshy skin.  She
did not look up at him at all and in hardly any time it was
growing hard once again, just as it always did.  Lucy Barrett knew
it would be late into the night before she returned home to Valley
Farms.



                            Chapter 3

     A visit by Kate Barrett to the three-story department store
that bore her married name was always something of an occasion;
not, perhaps, to the hundreds of customers who milled about in
search of bargains, but the word spread like brush-fire among the
various clerks and cashiers and floorwalkers.  Kate Barrett is
here in person!  Dozens of sales were briefly interrupted as
employees glanced up for a furtive glimpse of the woman who
effectively controlled their working lives.  One word from this
tall, attractive redhead could put them on unemployment; no one
failed to realize her power as far as this successful business was
concerned.  And the same unspoken question was on everyone's lips-
-why had she come to the store?
     Kate, alone, moved swiftly through the afternoon crowds,
mostly housewives and small children, until she reached the
employee's elevator that would take her to Karl Henderson's
penthouse offices.  She liked dropping in unannounced, if only
because it always seemed to make the General Manager so nervous;
Henderson was an efficient overseer, but too afraid for his job to
suit Kate Barrett.  He had been John's personal choice, though,
and she would never have gone against the weak-chinned balding
little man for fear of tangling with the directors.  Kate tightly
controlled the corporation, but still the directors had to be kept
smiling.  As long as the store showed a substantial profit, why
should she concern herself with a faceless nobody like Karl
Henderson, she asked herself.
     An occasional older employee, emboldened with seniority,
nodded or smiled greetings to the company matriarch as she passed,
and Kate was all teeth and fluttering eyelids.  Kate was known as
a woman of steel to everyone she had ever dealt with, but she
effectively camouflaged her toughness with a Southern belle charm
that was often her most potent weapon.
     "Good afternoon, Kate ... it's nice to see you here again."
She spun around instantly, surprised but not offended at the
informality; it was Sol Marcus, one of the store's oldest
employees.  Sol was more like family than employee, and Kate
hurried to kiss him on the cheek.  John had hired him personally,
back before the last war, and though he was way overdue for forced
retirement, the Board of Directors, at Kate's heavy-handed
insistence, had voted to keep him on as sort of a floorwalker
emeritus.  Sol had often told his friends that retirement would be
the death of him; he had no family, no really close friends, just
the store.
     "Sol, it's been ages!  Why don't you ever come out to Valley
Farms like you used to?  Lucy and I would love to see you!"
     The slight, bespectacled man looked down at the floor as if
embarrassed.  "I guess I should have come ... but I just didn't
know if I'd be welcome, now that John--Mr. Barrett--is gone."
     "Nonsense, Sol!  You just come anytime.  Call me ahead of
time and I'll fix you a nice home-cooked meal, just like the old
times."
     With what looked like a tear in his eye, the graying old man
took Kate's hand and squeezed it firmly with surprising strength.
"Thank you, Kate, I'd love to.  Thank you."  And then he turned
silently and returned to his job of watching over the appliance
section, a highly unlikely spot for shoplifting and actually a
section created just for him.  Kate waved hello to one other
recognized old-timer and entered the elevator for the swift ride
to the penthouse; she was certain, of course, that Karl
Henderson's secretary had already received at least a half-dozen
warnings from various friends on the first floor that she was on
her way up.  That always made it even more fun to watch the look
of feigned surprise as she stepped into the green-carpeted foyer
of the executive suite.
     The stainless-steel doors parted with a pneumatic sigh, and
Kate stepped onto the luxuriously thick carpeting and waited for
Miss Randal, the executive receptionist, to look up and "discover"
that the prime shareholder and Chairwoman of the Board of
Directors was paying a call.
     "Why, Mrs. Barrett!" she fairly shrieked, "What a delightful
surprise!"  She had that syrupy voice common to all receptionists,
a tone that somehow lacked a shred of real emotion.
     "Good afternoon, Miss Randal," Kate said officiously;
receptionists were not, as a rule, her favorite people.  "Is Mr.
Henderson in?"  He damn well better be; we don't pay him to stay
out of the office!
     "Yes, ma'am, he's on a call to one of our buyers in New York,
but I'm sure he'll interrupt it to see you.  Just a moment, let me
buzz him."
     "Thank you, I'd appreciate that."  Buyer in New York, indeed:
who does she think she's fooling!  Karl Henderson wouldn't
condescend to speak to a buyer unless it was absolutely necessary!
     Almost before the pretty young receptionist could get the
words from her lips, the heavy wooden door marked Private opened
with a noisy bang and Karl Henderson nearly threw himself into the
foyer.  "Kate!  What a surprise!  Come in, come in!"
     Henderson made a flourishing gesture that was almost a bow
and swept her into his spacious penthouse office with a gentle
motion of his hand.  The suite was tastefully done, decorated
solely with merchandise the store handled and accented with a few
odds and ends the company's interior designer had chosen; it was
relatively simple and stark, befitting a retail merchandiser, and
possessed what would have to be one of the most beautiful views in
the suburban sprawl of the nation's capital.  In the murky
distance, you could actually catch a glimpse through the smog of
the city's various monuments; the Washington monument stuck up
through the brown haze somewhat appropriately as a single upraised
finger.
     "Sit down, Kate, love, and make yourself comfortable.  Would
you care for a drink?  Or maybe some hors d'oeuvres from the
dining room?"
     "No, thanks, Karl," she answered with a dismissing wave of
her wrist.  "I'm here on business this trip and I'll try to make
it quick."
     "Oh ..." Karl Henderson looked momentarily shaken, and his
retailer's smile vanished in a trickle from his lips.
     "Now don't go getting all worried, Karl.  This is personal
business, not store business.  I have a problem maybe you can help
me with."
     "Oh!  Indeed!"  His smile had mysteriously returned and
Henderson was his ebullient self.  "Anything for you, Kate, you
know that!"
     "I'll get straight to the point, Karl.  We had a break-in
last night out at our house ..."
     "A break-in!  Goodness, did you call the police?"
     "Yes, yes ... actually whoever it was didn't get in.  They
got scared away when we turned on the lights.  But it all got me
thinking ... two women alone in that big house with God-knows-who
riding around the streets.  Well, I want to do something to give
us a bit more security.  What do you recommend?  A burglar alarm?"
     "Just a second, Kate.  Let's bring in an expert ... our
security chief, Allen Biggs.  I'll call him up here."  He pressed
a button on his intercom, and when Miss Darnel's voice chirped
through, he gave instructions for Biggs to be sent for from his
office in the basement.  Henderson talked shop for a few minutes
while they awaited the security man, but also as friends; Karl had
heard that Mrs. Barrett never approved of John's choice, but he
had grown used to that and simply tried not to worry about his
tenure.  Worrying was most of the game in the retail trade--worry
about being overstocked, about being under-stocked, about the
competition undercutting you, about the competition getting more
for the same merchandise.  Worry, worry, worry ... he needed
another worry like an extra leg!  Kate Barrett was the boss here
now and Karl accepted it as something he could do nothing to
change.
     There was a buzz from the desk outside, and a couple of words
passed through the communications system from the store's general
manager, and when the door opened once again there was a uniformed
man standing there looking for all the world like a policeman.
Kate nearly gasped with astonishment but she stifled it in time;
was this man an employee of Barrett's?  What was this uniform?
     "Kate, I'd like you to meet Allen Biggs, our head of
security.  Allen, Mrs. Barrett."  There was a flurry of exchanged
greetings and then everyone settled into comfortable armchairs
around the manager's rosewood desk.  "Suppose you tell Allen what
you told me, Kate.  If there's anything he doesn't know about
security, it hasn't been invented yet!  He's cut our shoplifting
and burglary in half since he signed on with us."
     "Oh, how wonderful," Kate said somewhat lamely.  "I didn't
even know we had a crime problem at Barrett's.  I never recall
John mentioning anything about that in the past.  Maybe a couple
of shoplifters now and then, but nothing the floorwalkers couldn't
handle."
     "That was in the good old days, Kate, back before there were
so many hoodlums about.  You simply wouldn't believe the problems
we've had!  But I won't bore you with all that; tell Allen what
your own problem is and he'll tell you how to go about solving it.
I have absolute faith in Allen here when it comes to security!"
     Kate told the whole story about the break-in, how she lived
alone in a big rambling house with her daughter, and then," ...
And naturally, I figured some kind of burglar alarm system would
be the answer.  You know, one of those fancy electronic deals that
picks up any movement where it shouldn't be and notifies the
police or whatever.  But you tell me, Mr. Biggs, you're the
expert."
     Allen Biggs ran his fingers through his rapidly-thinning hair
and shook his head.  "No offense, ma'am, but I think a burglar
alarm system is a waste of good money.  They're all right maybe
for a big empty warehouse, some kind of confined space where you
know definitely when and where there is to be authorized movement,
but not for a house.  There are just too many things to go wrong
... and besides, most of the burglars know more about beating the
systems than we know about installing them!
     "Then what do you suggest I do?  Build a wall with an
electric fence on top?"
     "No, Mrs. Barrett, that might be a little hasty just yet;
wait until the crime really gets bad before you send out for the
masons.  But seriously, I do think there is a practical solution,
particularly practical because of your close relationship with the
store."
     "Goodness, tell me," Kate smiled.  "You've really got my
interest up now!"
     "I suggest you get a trained guard dog."
     "A dog?!  What on earth would I do with a dog?  I know
absolutely nothing about taking care of one of those beasts.  And
anyway, I'd probably be more afraid of him than a burglar!  John
... my late husband ... never cared much for animals so we never
had one around the house.  Oh, I don't know, it just doesn't sound
like the solution for me."
     "Well, you're the boss, Mrs. Barrett, but could I make one
suggestion before you make up your mind completely?"
     "What's that?"
     "How about coming downstairs with me and taking a look at the
dog I have in mind for you; he's something really special."
     Kate Barrett was confused.  "A dog here?  When did Barrett's
start selling pets, Karl?"
     Allen answered for his superior.  "He's not for sale, ma'am,
at least not to the public.  He's one of our four nighttime patrol
dogs, especially trained to look for trespassers lurking about the
store or the warehouse out back.  This one's a bit unusual,
because he seems to like people so much.  Don't get me wrong, he
can be vicious when he's required to be, but he seems sort of
lonely, somehow, in that night patrol job.  I was thinking of
selling him and getting another, but if you like him, he's yours.
I'll bring him out to your house and get him used to you and your
daughter.  All you'd have to do is dump a bit of feed into his
bucket every morning and he'll do the rest."
     "Oh, but isn't it dangerous having a dog like that around?
What if ..."
     "Please, Mrs. Barrett, just take a look at him first.  Then,
if you're still not interested, we'll forget the whole thing and
I'll install the best available burglar alarm on the market in
your house.  But it won't come close to doing the job Matthew
will."
     "All right, let's have a look at this super-dog; I've got
nothing to lose by looking.  But I still don't like the idea!"
     It was always dark in the special section of the store's
basement where the four security dogs, Matthew, Mark, Luke & John,
lived behind locked doors in their individual chain-link runs and
plywood houses.  Their working hours were at night, therefore it
was necessary to keep this part of the basement in near-darkness
all day so that the husky animals would get their sleep: the only
daylight they ever saw was the short time between dawn and the
store's opening and, in the summer months, the brief twilight
after closing time.  Their task was simple and to the point--
intercept and detain anyone found inside the store after closing-
up time.  There was always a security man on duty, one they would
recognize should one of them come across him in their rounds, but
he nearly never left his glassed-in cubicle on the main floor.
Occasionally one of the executives might return for some late-
night work, but he would enter by the employees' entrance next to
the security man's desk and take the elevator directly to the
executive offices which were not patrolled by the German
shepherds.  Should they discover someone hiding inside the store,
they were trained to hold him with a clamp of their powerful jaws
while the other dog (they worked in pairs) barked to signal the
security man who had a monitoring device next to his desk that
would pick-up their sounds from anywhere in the huge building.
Twice already they had proven themselves worth their initial cost
and training--once when they knocked a trespasser to his knees and
held him until the armed security guard handcuffed him for the
police; he was found to be a three-time convicted burglar and
carried tools that indicated he was after the fine jewelry in that
department's locked security drawers.  Their second success was
with a shoplifter who had hidden inside the store until after
closing, hoping foolishly to find a way out with the stolen
merchandise he had concealed in every pocket of his clothing.
     Matthew was just waking up from a long, fitful sleep when he
heard Allen's voice outside the locked door that connected their
section with the storage portion of the huge basement room; it was
the wrong time of day for a feeding, but there was something else
even odder--he had others with him.  Allen nearly never brought
anyone into this portion of the store; not that it was dangerous,
the dogs were trained to go into action only during their nightly
patrols.  But Allen wanted these animals to know as few people as
possible, so as not to confuse their sensitive scent-detecting
skills.
     Matthew was on his feet in less than a second, ears perked up
high, twitching from side to side as he strained to pick up any
noises he could from outside the door.  His companions had heard
their master's approach as well, and now they were all pushing
against the sturdy chain-link fence at the front of their runs,
eagerly awaiting this unaccustomed surprise visit.
     "Matthew!  Mark!  How are you, fellows?  Luke!  John!"
greeted Allen Biggs from the doorway.  He was greeted by a
cacophony of howls and barks as his well-trained German shepherds
heralded his entrance.
     "My, what a greeting!" exclaimed Kate Barrett.  "Are they
always this happy to receive visitors?"
     "Only lovely ones like yourself," answered the security chief
gallantly.
     "My, you are a flatterer!  I might have to see Henderson
about getting you a raise!"
     "Thanks, I could use it.  Seriously, though, I doubt if any
of these animals have ever seen a woman before.  You're most
likely the first."
     "What!?  You must be joking!  Surely they've seen women
before.  How about the cleaning women?  And all the salesclerks
that are female?"
     Biggs closed the heavy steel door to the rest of the basement
and switched on the red lamps overhead, bathing the whole of the
kennel area with a weird red-orange glow.  The dogs had quieted
down at one word from him and the only noise was the low muffled
whine of the ventilation system sucking out the stale air and
replenishing the area with fresh.  "We had to do some rescheduling
when we started using dogs at night," he explained.  "Oh, I hope
you don't mind the red lights--we never turn on the bright lights,
it keeps them adjusted to the dim night lights in the store.
Anyway, as I was saying, we have the cleaning crews start now just
as the store is closing; that way, when they're finished and ready
to leave, we take the dogs up to their assigned floors and there
they stay until one of the guards comes for them in the morning."
     "For dogs that never see anybody except guards and criminals,
they seem awful friendly.  Are you sure these dogs are vicious
enough?" Kate asked jokingly.
     "They're that, all right, and more.  But only when they have
to be.  That's the difference between a well-trained watchdog and
some half-crazy vicious mongrel that would be better off put to
sleep.  My dogs are professionals, just like anyone who is well-
trained and skilled at his work.  They can be as vicious as any
animal on earth if they are forced to be, but when they are off
duty, they're just as friendly as the dog next door.  Maybe more
so since they so seldom see people.  You might compare it to a

From grobert@soho.ios.com Mon Nov 04 19:57:34 1996
police officer--on duty, he can shoot to kill without a moment's
hesitation if he's forced to.  Yet that same man might be the
gentlest guy on the block with the neighborhood kids when he's not
working.  That's how it is with these fine animals--professionals,
they are, and nothing less."
     "Well, you're starting to convince me, I have to admit.  Now,
which one is the one you recommend for my daughter and me?"
     Allen moved to the first fenced run and opened the gate; Kate
backed away instinctively as a great, furry beast of a dog bounded
forth and hurried to her side.  "Don't be afraid ... he won't hurt
you.  He knows you're a friend because you came in with me.  This
is Matthew, the animal I thought you might consider.  He's just
not cut out for this kind of work somehow.  Oh, mind you, he's a
fine watchdog, incredibly smart, almost human in his actions
sometimes.  But he seems to need people around; some dogs are like
that, they thrive on human attention.  And Matthew happens to be
one of those--he's not happy being alone with just the other dogs
all the time.  He'd make you a fine watchdog and companion, I can
promise!"
     Kate Barrett eyed the finely proportioned German shepherd
with the keen eye of an experienced buyer--indeed, that had been
her trade when John Barrett first noticed her and invited her out
for dinner.  But she found herself strangely unable to appraise
this handsome specimen with the cold-blooded attachment she could
usually muster.  God, she thought silently, he is a beautiful
devil!  And that face of his, why it's so much like a human's it's
uncanny!  You can almost read his thoughts through those beautiful
brown eyes!
     She had made her mind up already; or, more accurately, it was
made up for her.  "I'll take him," she said with certainty.
     "Wonderful!" exclaimed the security chief.  "You won't be
sorry, Mrs. Barrett.  Taking Matthew into your home may be the
best move you ever made!"



                            Chapter 4

     Lucy Barrett was certain that her mother had perpetrated some
kind of sick joke--a full-grown German shepherd in their house and
neither of them knew the first tiny thing about dogs!  That was
almost a week ago now, and though she had argued with Kate that
this notion was her silliest yet, Lucy was delighted now, sitting
alone in the empty house doing her homework, that her mother had
sternly insisted that Matthew--or Matt as they both called him
now--would stay at least until they had time to see if he would
work out.  Matt was irrevocably a member of the Barrett's formerly
all-female household now; he was curled contentedly at her feet
even as she finished her assignments, half-asleep but keenly alert
to any sudden noises or suspicious sounds.
     They had kept him outside at first, and he slept in his good-
sized doghouse the security man from Barrett's delivered, running
about happily during the day inside the fenced perimeters of the
long back yard.  But Matt had a certain charm about him that
brought about his hurried introduction into the inner confines of
the Barrett home; now he was as much a part of the family as
Clara, going outside only to sleep or when no one was at home, and
Lucy had a strong hunch that even that single last remnant of a
dog's life would soon fall by the wayside.
     Lucy peered around the edge of the table at where the huge
animal lay dozing; his tail swished as she looked down at him and
Lucy giggled under her breath--the sly devil was watching her and
pretending to be asleep!
     "Come on, you tricky fella, open those big brown eyes and let
me see you!"  Lucy leaned precariously from her chair and stroked
the soft clean fur of his neck; the big German shepherd made a
noise in his husky throat that was almost like a purr, but much
deeper.  His whole expansive chest seemed to vibrate with the
sound and his voice was rich and full of bass.
     Matt shook his head violently to clear away the grogginess
and pushed himself up with his powerful haunches; he rose to his
feet and scratched the back of his head against the leg of the
table where Lucy sat.  "Stop being cute, Matt," she said with mock
severity.  "I know you want your ears rubbed.  Come a little
closer and I'll do it for you."
     He gazed longingly up at his beautiful blonde mistress and
instantly obeyed; he loved it when she put her delicate loving
hands on his furry body.  If only she were around more instead of
off with that young male human!  Matt had not liked him from the
very beginning; perhaps it was only instinct, but he had growled
the moment Lucy's boyfriend came near him and, so far, he had not
relented in his distrust of that human.  Lucy was by far his
favorite; Kate was kind enough to him and, after all, she was the
one who took him out of that dreary basement.  But Kate Barrett
seemed somehow artificial to him, and his keen powers of
perception were not to be ignored; he was always friendly and
obedient with her, but not like he was with Lucy.
     "Does that feel nice, handsome?" Lucy Barrett asked softly as
she scratched the sensitive flesh behind his ears and on the back
of his thick furry neck.  Matt purred his canine reply and Lucy
scratched beneath his neck as he nodded his huge head in eager
submission.  "You like it when I do that, don't you?" she asked as
if she expected an answer, and then felt very silly for talking
this way to an animal.  After all, he was only a dog--German
shepherd's could hardly be expected to carry on conversations,
even an unusually smart and sensitive one like Matt!
     "Matt, I think I'm losing my marbles," she confessed with a
tender smile.  The German shepherd turned his head upward and
gazed comprehendingly into her soft blue eyes; his own brown eyes
mirrored the intense feeling he had developed rapidly for his new
human.  "I know it's pretty silly talking to a dog, I mean,
talking like I would to another person.  But you just don't seem
like an animal to me, Matt.  Since you've come into this house,
well, you're more like a friend.  Or maybe it's because I never
had any brothers or sisters and now I've got a chance to make you
a sort of substitute big brother.  Oh, Matt, you sweet dog you, I
wish you could talk!  How I wish I had somebody to talk to I could
really trust!"
     He was suddenly keenly alert, his whole body tensed and
anxious, but true to his expensive and thorough training, he did
not bark or even growl; he was like an experienced pointer,
watchful, vigilant, and quiet.  Lucy strained to hear what his
super-sensitive ears had noticed, but she heard nothing, just the
sound of an occasional car on the street outside and the wind
through the pines that surrounded the house.  Her skin tingled and
she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stiffen--her mother had
gone out before supper, probably with that Marlowe man, though she
had not mentioned his name.  And David had called just moments
later, breaking their date for tonight with something about an
important business contact he had to make.  Who could be on the
property?  Obviously that was what brought Matt to such alertness.
     Just at that moment, she heard the key turn in the lock far
down the corridor and then the muffled noises of voices--two
voices--one the familiar sound of Kate Barrett.  Lucy was
perplexed for a moment and then she fully comprehended everything-
-of course, she thinks I'm out with David!  That's why she came
back here to the house instead of going out ... it's that man!
She's got Jerry Marlowe with her!  In my father's house!  How
could she!
     The mammoth German shepherd relaxed at the sound of Kate's
voice, though he glanced up at his favored mistress for a sign
that all was well.  Lucy managed a smile, for after all it was not
his fault that her own mother had taken up with a derelict
alcoholic!
     Lucy tried futilely to return to her work, but her heart was
not in it.  Once she tried phoning David, but there was no answer
even though she let it ring a couple of dozen times.  She could
hear them in the living room, not actually understanding what they
were saying, but catching an occasional loud word or laugh and the
tinkle of glasses on the marble-topped bar her father had shipped
from Italy.  Matt seemed to sense her anger and frustration, and
he stayed close against her bare leg as she sat at her writing
desk; once, when she glanced down, he was looking up at her as if
to say, I'd make it all right if I knew how, honest!
     Lucy was wearing her favorite peignoir, a mint green gown
John Barrett brought back from a buying trip as a special gift for
her, and on a sudden impulse she loosened it and began to undress;
she was already half-prepared for bed, but that was out of the
question now.  No, she was going out--alone--no matter what her
mother might have to say about the lateness of the hour.
     "Sorry, Matt," she whispered, not anxious to give her mother
a hint that she was at home; she wanted to see the expression on
Kate Barrett's face when she walked through the living room and
out to her car!  "I'd love to sit with you, but I guess it'll have
to be some other time.  I've got to get out of this house before I
scream!"
     Lucy Barrett began to rummage through a pile of clothes in
search of some fresh panties, anxious only to get as far away from
her mother and that man as was humanly possible.  Lucy could not
have known it without clairvoyance, but her snap decision, nothing
more than an emotional outpouring, was going to change her life.
For tonight was going to be a long, long night ... one that Lucy
Barrett would never forget as long as she lived!



                            Chapter 5

     Perhaps a quarter-hour earlier, after a short couple of
drinks in the oak-paneled bar section of the Barrett living room,
Kate and Jerry Marlowe had moved unhesitatingly toward Kate's
bedroom and the assured privacy of her mammoth queen-sized bed.
There was no need to speak in whispers, for the older Barrett
woman had assured her middle-aged male friend that her daughter
was safely out of the way for hours yet.
     "When she's out with that hippie of hers, she's never back
home before two or three in the morning," Kate had said with the
censuring tone of a mother.
     "What on earth do those kids find to do for all that time?"
asked the nearly-bald man through an absent haze that the half-
bottle of Scotch he had consumed had done nothing to diminish .
     "You can't guess?  Honestly, Jerry, Lucy's hardly a child any
longer.  I would imagine she's doing what most young men and women
do when they're together a lot."
     Jerry turned away, a swath of reddish color on his cheeks.
"Yeah, young people ... not the old timers like me," he said in
self-deprecation.
     "Oh, there you go again, honey, with all that self-pity
routine of yours.  How many times do I have to tell you: It
doesn't make any difference to me.  And besides, I think you're
getting better.  Probably any day now you'll be as good as new.
It's just nerves, baby, just nerves."
     Jerry Marlowe seemed to be gaping down over the paunch of his
round belly in utter contempt, glaring at the treasured
constituent of his anatomy that had betrayed him.  "I hope you're
right, Kate; boy, do I hope so ... it's pretty awful sometimes,
let me tell you."
     "Undress me, lover, and don't talk about it," the tall
statuesque redhead said huskily.
     Marlowe's thick fingers fumbled nervously at the buttons down
the well-stacked woman's breasts; he could feel her large soft
mounds tauten under his touch and it stirred his own anxious
passion to a heightened tempo.  As he reached the last button,
Kate bent over and grabbed the hem of her expensive designer-
original dress and pulled it up and off her shoulders; she threw
it onto a padded dressing stool at the foot of her bed and reached
in back to unfasten the tautly-held hooks of her brassiere.
     "Oh, Kate ... man, what a pair of tits you've got!  I must be
the luckiest stiff alive!"  She only murmured in reply and
loosened the straps of her brassiere so that it fell down her bare
arms to the floor at their feet; her womanly breasts spilled from
their cups and surged into an enticing exhibition of sensual
femininity and proud nakedness.
     She hurriedly removed her sheer lacy panties and lay back
onto her wide luxurious bed, leaving the silk coverlet in place.
Jerry looked down at her in undisguised lust--God, she didn't look
a day over thirty-five!  What a body!
     Jerry hurriedly stripped off all of his clothes in the near-
darkness of her salon-like bedroom, his eyes on Kate's voluptuous
body as she awaited him on the bed.  He had downed at least a half
dozen glasses of Scotch with ice, and his head was reeling with
the mind-bending blending of intoxication and eagerly-aroused
carnal desire.  He crawled onto the bed haltingly, uncertain just
what the sensually-exciting woman expected of him.  Jerry always
was obedient to Kate's sexual avidities, eager to please her, for
in that attainment was his fullest gratification.  She spread her
milky-white smooth thighs as he joined her and gave him the
gentlest of prodding, sufficient to make her ravenous special
hunger know.  "Kiss me down there, Jerry," she whispered, as if
afraid to give voice to her forbidden passions.  -He lowered his
head to the fragrantly-perfumed cleft between her nakedly-splayed
thighs and parted with his fingertips the light fleece-like pubic
hair; he was close enough to feel the steaming heat of her aroused
womanhood.  "Hurry, Jerry ... kiss me there!  Touch me there!"
     Her fingers curled in his hair and he felt her whole body
tense in a salacious shiver of desire that fanned out from her
loins at the first tentative touch of his tongue against the pink
moistness of her vaginal slit.  He licked teasingly along the
narrow fleshy furrow and his tongue-tip prodded at the pearly bud
of her clitoris; he savored the surge of power he felt in his own
loins at the knowledge that just this simple tonguing could bring
shiver after shiver of shuddering lustful desire to this beautiful
woman's naked body.  He felt his heart quicken, his breath become
forced and rapid, as Kate's lips parted and a gasping moan of
total surrender escaped from deep within her throat.
     Kate gasped again as she felt his thumbs spread farther apart
the soft damp lips of her vagina: she moaned as his tongue traced
up and down the full length of the piquant crevice between her
thighs, hungrily in search of her most secret sexual flesh.  He
took to his task unhesitatingly, eagerly, and his searing liquid
tonguings became even more frantic as he sensed the ever-growing
arousal he was bringing to this gorgeous woman.  Her gasping moans
and constant mewling grew louder and more intense as he pressed
his head deeply between her widely-splayed thighs and thrust his
probing tongue far up between the fervently quivering lips of her
cuntal slit.  She cried out in ecstatic delight and her hips began
a lewdly inciting rhythm of their own, grinding up to meet his
tongue and lips.  Her hands tangled in his thinning hair and she
literally imprisoned him between her straining supple thighs!
     Lucy was dressed now in jeans and a light sweater, sufficient
for the drive around suburban Washington she intended to make, she
swallowed hard and opened her bedroom door--she knew there would
probably be words later between her and Kate.  After all, she had
no intention whatsoever of being drawn into a conversation with
that man; she would simply walk through the living room and go
out.  If Kate called to her, she would just ignore her; she just
could not sit around here in her room while her mother's man
friend drank himself into a stupor with the liquor John Barrett
worked all his life to earn.
     Matt was obediently at her heels when she walked through the
bedroom doorway and turned to go down the carpeted corridor that
joined the bedrooms with the main rooms of the rambling colonial
house.  "You'll have to stay, Matt," she whispered.  "I want to go
out alone.  I have some thinking to do ... and something to get
out of my system.  You can ..."
     Her words trailed off first to a whisper and then to a gasp
of astonishment as she heard the incredible sounds that filtered
from her mother's bedroom.  The door was only open a couple of
inches, but from where she stood, frozen in place as if she had
been zapped by some science-fiction weapon, she could see the
unmistakable reflection of two images in the dressing mirror
across from her mother's large bed ... her mother was in bed with
that horrible man!  And they were both stark naked!
     Lucy watched a few seconds more with the rapt fascination of
an accidental voyeur, and then she turned unsteadily on her heels
and ran down the hallway to the foyer and out into the night,
gasping for air as if somehow the freshness of the night might
cleanse the poignant memory of what she had just witnessed inside.
Her very insides knotted in revulsion at the thought of that man
with his head between her mother's widely-spread legs ... she
could still hear the lewd sucking and licking noises echoing in
her reeling brain ... the mewling whimpering and moaning sounds
that emanated from her mother's naked, heaving body.
     "How could she!?  How could she!?" Lucy finally choked,
safely out of earshot now.  Weak-kneed and unsteady, she opened
the door of her small car and climbed in; she fumbled for a tissue
in the glove compartment to wipe away the stinging tears that
flooded her eyes and blurred her vision.  She let the car roll
backwards down the drive until it reached the street and then, and
only then, she turned the ignition and heard the engine sputter to
life.
     A few brief seconds later, she was nearly out of Valley
Farms, headed for nowhere in particular, just anywhere away from
Kate Barrett and the memories of that house ... but headed also
for a rendezvous with destiny!
     Jerry Marlowe heard, or thought he heard, the sound of a door
closing somewhere, but his auditory perception was severely
muffled by the tightly-gripping flesh of Kate Barrett's thighs as
they closed around his ears; he tensed for an instant at the
unexpected noise, but Kate gasped something inaudible and then
urged him on with the pressure of her hands against the back of
his head.  His whole face was literally smashed against the
quivering eager wetness of her cuntal flesh; his tongue probed and
thrust deeply up into the hungrily clasping vaginal cleft and he
could sense from her strengthening shivers of cunnilingual passion
that she was nearing her tumultuous orgasm.  His rough tongue-tip,
like the lashing leather of a whip, sought out and found the
throbbing, nerve-crowded bud of her clitoris; his moist lips
quickly encircled the tiny node of womanhood, and he sucked
voraciously as her whole voluptuous nakedness became a sprawling
frenzy of limbs and rich red hair.
     "Oh, God," she moaned hoarsely, her voice cracking with
passion.  "It's so good ... just a little more, darling ... lick
me there between my legs, lover!  Oh, damn, damn!  Lick me!  Kiss
me there before I go insane!"
     Marlowe had reached a sensually maddening rhythm with his
tongue and lips, alternately laving the wildly-aroused pearl of
her clitoris and darting incitingly up into the warmly liquid
depths of her cuntal wetness.  Suddenly her whole body tensed as
if in one paralyzing convulsion, and Kate Barrett's hands seized
her lover's sparse hair viciously and smashed his face so tightly
against her trembling fervent vagina that he could scarcely
breathe.  She herself gasped loudly for air and then held it in
her lungs for what seemed an eternity before the shrill scream of
orgasmic abandon burst from between her anxiously-clenched teeth.
     "God, yes ... YES!  I'M CUUUMMMMIIINNNNGGG!  AAAGGGGGHHHHH!
... God, yes, yes ... YES!!" she cried as wave after wave of
climactic passion broke over her spasming body like surf against a
beach.  "Oooooohhhhhh ...!"
     Her voice trailed away in a gasping whimper as the first
satisfying crescendo of her orgasm dissipated in a shiver of
still-hungry desire.  "Jerry ... fuck me now ... p-please!" she
panted eagerly.
     Marlowe, freed from the imprisonment of her smooth white
thighs, wasted no time crawling up and over her naked body as the
voluptuous redhead raised her legs and doubled them backward
against her own breasts.  Hurriedly, breathing rapidly and
unevenly, Jerry Marlowe positioned himself over the sexually-
enticing flesh of the attractive widow and prepared--hopefully--to
finish the exciting task at hand, that of bringing Kate Barrett to
the teetering brink of a full sexual climax, and then toppling her
head over heels into the chasm of sensual fulfillment ... but once
again there would be no finale, no last act.  Jerry Marlowe knew
it almost before he crawled on top of her and felt his own eager
flesh against the parching heat of the redhead's fervent
nakedness--his penis was as limp as a wilted flower.
     "Oh, damn it, hurry ...  Hurry!" the carnally-incited redhead
moaned in urgency.  "Please, I need it, Jerry ... don't let me
down this time!  God, I need a man inside me now!"  She searched
down between their lewdly grinding bodies for the virile hardness
she so fervently craved--but only a fistful of soft rubbery flesh
awaited her there at the squirming junction of her naked thighs.
"Oh, no!  No! ... damn you, Jerry Marlowe, I need a man and you
give me this!  Damn you, damn you, damn you!"



                            Chapter 6

     He moved slowly, hesitantly, toward the source of the
disturbance, as was his training.  With careful, deliberate steps,
he padded down the carpeted hallway from his younger mistress's
bedroom; he had returned there when the young blonde human had
raced out in tears, leaving him alone to decipher the mysteries of
human behavior.  But now there was something new to claim all his
attention, and being the sharply intuitive and obedient animal
that he was, Matthew turned a}l of his senses into whatever task
he was ordered to carry out, not sparing even a fraction of his
uncannily keen mind or his superbly-muscled body.  Now there was a
signal sounding in the back of his brain, an alarm that was
triggered at the first faint muffled sound of distress that seemed
to come from his older mistress's quarters.  He paused not more
than a few yards from her partially-opened doorway, taut and
tensely-alert, waiting for the next sound that would mean the
difference between a false alarm and a snarling, all-out attack in
defense of his new human ... but this time he could relax, for in
a couple of seconds, the door opened wider and his mistress
emerged with the male human she had introduced him to a few nights
ago.  There was trouble, something wrong between them, but Matt
could sense that she was in no danger.  Quietly, unseen in the
shadows of the hallway, he stood unobtrusively as the two humans
bustled from the room, both of them flushed with emotion, their
voices shrill and painful to his sensitive canine hearing.  His
dog eyes widened as his mistress stepped from the darkened bedroom
into the light of the corridor ... she was naked, completely
without the clothes he had guessed were always a part of humans.
He had seen his younger mistress nearly unclothed on several
occasions, and he had guessed at the white smooth hairless
loveliness of her flesh as it must have looked beneath her sheer
night garments, but never had he seen a human this way.  Matthew
felt a strange, yet powerful, awareness begin to kindle beneath
his powerful furry flesh, a weird and exciting knowledge that had
somehow come to him out of nowhere--the comprehension that this
human, his mistress, was a female in every sense of the word, as
much for him as for this man she seemed to fight with even now.
It was as if a whole new world had opened up for him, as much a
bounty of new and wonderful experiences as when he left that
basement home at the store and came to live here with his new
mistresses in a world filled with color and sounds and scents.
     He watched in rapt attentiveness as his red-haired mistress
hurried down the corridor away from him; her human male friend
seemed unsure of himself, something an animal like Matthew would
be quick to sense.  They spoke a few words, less in anger than in
frustration, and his mistress, still unclothed, closed the door
behind him, staying behind it to hide her nakedness from the
street outside.  Matt was still there in the carpeted corridor
when Kate Barrett returned.  He watched her as she moved toward
him--she had not seen him yet--and his eyes bugged out from their
sockets as he took in every inch of her soft white nakedness; he
had never looked at a human in this way, nor even thought of it.
A strange newfound warmth crept over him at the realization that
his mistress's nakedness was no different from the sensual
offerings of a female dog in heat!  This beautiful woman, this
human female, was burning up with that peculiar heat of
unfulfilled lust!
     "Matt!  What on earth are you doing here in the hall?  I
thought you were outside!  Goodness, and me running around here
without a stitch on.  Oh well, I don't suppose it matters to you,
does it, big boy?"  Kate Barrett walked to where the husky male
animal sat resting on his powerful haunches; later, much later,
she would recall that she felt a lingering shiver of
exhibitionistic pleasure from the longing look he gave her with
his soulful brown eyes.  "Oh, Lucy has taken your collar off
again.  Where on earth could it be this time?"  She wandered
aimlessly about her daughter's room, trying painfully not to think
of those last disastrous moments with Jerry--she had lost control
of herself this time, allowed the hurtful truth to slip from her
lips in sheer desperation.  Kate Barrett knew he would never be
back again and that failed to disturb her greatly, not as much as
she would have guessed; what really bothered was the punishing
agony of her sexual frustration, a surging pool of hot molten
liquid in the pit of her belly that threatened to consume her
alive, like some vicious parasite.  Before, at least, she had
Jerry, for all his inadequacies and failures as a man ... now
there was no one.  And it was that nagging awareness that Kate
Barrett felt at this moment with every ounce of her womanhood ...
the awful knowledge that she was again without a man.
     "Oh, here it is, Matt," she said lightly, her voice betraying
her real emotion.  "Come over here and let's get this on and I'll
put you outside.  It was awfully silly of Lucy to leave you inside
like this.  A house is no place for a big strong dog like you."
She leaned over him, uncomfortably aware that his brown male eyes
had never left her nakedness for an instant, and reached around
his neck to fasten his studded leather collar.  "Here, I know you
don't like this thing, but ... Matthew!"  Kate had jerked away
reflexively from the sudden intrusion of warmly laving tongue
across her bare thigh; but now she froze in that position, still
half-bent-over, pondering the unthinkable ...  Was it intentional,
or just some freakish accident?  Could he possibly have done that
knowingly?  Is it possible ?
     Slowly, cautiously, she edged closer once again until the
huge dog's furry head was nearly cradled against her naked thighs.
And again he did it!  First the canine sniff, and then a sure,
unquestionable lashing of his long pink tongue, the tip uncurling
and brushing lightly over the super-sensitive flesh of her vaginal
lips.  Of course, he can tell I'm sexually aroused!  He thinks I'm
in heat!
     Kate was convinced that was the answer: Matthew had only
sniffed her and tentatively licked her most private regions in
response to the most basic of his animal instincts--that of sexual
response.  She was close to dismissing it all as an unexpected
incident, something to be remembered but never mentioned, when a
thought flashed across her brain like the grand finale of a county
lair fireworks display.  No, not really a thought, for to have
thought such a thing would have meant putting her basest desires
into uncomfortably snug words--more precisely, an impulse.  A
quick, penetrating suddenness of motivation straight from the gut,
that and nothing more.
     Kate Barrett, widow and mother, glanced suspiciously around,
though there was no one in the rambling house except her and
Matthew; she had a sudden feeling of guilt, of criminality, but
she suppressed it in favor of something stronger ... a savage
curiosity that should have been bred from her blood thousands of
years ago, but somehow returned like some genetic monster from the
past.  She edged closer still, only this time she spread her white
womanly thighs apart in unmistakable offering--this would tell the
truth: was it an accident before, or was this massively masculine
animal responding to her sexual hunger the only way he knew?
     Suddenly his searing tongue swiped from his canine lips and
lightly caressed the swollen lips of her tingling vagina.  Like a
flaming lash, it burned along the very slit of her fervently-
aroused cuntal flesh!  Again and again his long pink animal-tongue
snaked wetly out from his lips, its tip curling as it splayed wide
the turgid, hair-rimmed lips of her aroused vagina.  Lavingly, it
moistly caressed the pinkly-quivering mouth of her pussy, pushing
apart the fleshy folds, swirling upward between them until his
tongue-tip twirled about the nerve-filled bud of her clitoris.
There seemed to be no end to his loving lingual caresses, and each
fiery swipe of his bestial tongue brought a fresh gasping moan of
lurid sensuality to Kate Barrett's disbelieving lips; she was
standing with her shapely legs spread wide, and her naked pelvis
was shoved forward obscenely for the rapacious lickings of his
lust-stirring tongue.
     Matt was keenly alert to the boiling surge of desire-heated
blood that streamed up from his loins; his nostrils were roused to
the sweet liquid warmth of her simmering pussy-cleft.  He could
sense that his tonguings brought even greater waves of lustful
ecstasy to his naked mistress and he felt good inside to know that
such was his masculine ability to excite a human female.
     Kate was deaf-and-blind to everything around her except the
lusty lavings this magnificent male beast was delivering to her
sex-tortured vaginal cleft.  Her eyes were half-closed, her lids
fluttering with expectant passion, and her lips ovaled and
quivering with unspoken desires.  "Oooooh, lover, that's it ...
lick me harder, handsome!  Oh, yes, lick my pussy soooo
goooodddd!"  She wanted him to keep it up, to lick again and again
with his hotly swirling tongue, but instead, she began to pay heed
to the nagging warning that was sounding in her tortured brain.
What if Lucy should come home early?  She'd find me out here in
the hallway like this ... I mustn't take that chance!
     Awkwardly, reluctantly, she pulled her proffered charms away
from the huge beast's ravenous lavings and backed into the
bedroom.  Matt looked at her incredulously for a couple of
seconds, then responded to the soft beckoning sound of her now-
familiar voice.  "Come on, Matt ... in here with me," she said,
not believing that the words she heard were her own.  It had to be
some other woman talking, not herself ...she was actually enticing
this virile animal into her bedroom!
     Kate Barrett was nearly out of her head with the rush of
feverish sensations that raged up from the seething, fervent slit
of her vagina, upward into the passion-clenched depths of her
belly.  She backed against her bed and stretched out on her back,
her flesh a mass of goose-bumps as she opened her supple thighs
and absently traced the voluptuous swell of her breasts up from
the flat plane of her taut belly.  Her own fingertips, as if
guided by some unseen hand, closed incitingly around the soft
pliant flesh of her breasts; she felt her nipples shiver into
hardness beneath her own caressing touch and she knew there could
be no turning back now ... whatever the night had in store for
her, she had committed her heart and soul!  Some weird, primeval
power seemed to have swept over her mind, eating away at her very
being through the vulnerable access of her lust-aroused
frustration, and she was powerless to stop it now.  Or perhaps, as

From grobert@soho.ios.com Mon Nov 04 19:58:02 1996
Kate knew only too well in her most secret of thoughts, she had no
desire to stop it!  For once, just once, she might gain some
respite from these gnawing pains of sexual starvation that had
eaten away at her since her husband went to his grave.
     She gritted her teeth to hold down the fear and dread and
shame that threatened to choke her like some viscous bile.  "N-
now, Matthew ... up here with me!  Now!"
     The great furry animal needed no further urging, and with
powerful strides, he bounded to the edge of the bed and leaped
onto it.  He could see his naked mistress tense as he towered over
her; her legs closed a fraction of an inch and her breath became
forced and labored.
     Kate looked at him in amazement and awesome fear ... there
was still time to back out of this wild and crazy thing she had
let herself in for.  She knew she could get up from this bed now
and Matt would be probably content to return to his backyard;
confused, perhaps, but at least complacent in the knowledge that
he had lured her this far.  Or had he lured her at all?  Was this
all something she secretly desired, some kinky sex-urge she had
kept hidden all these years, even from herself?  But then, even as
she pondered the possibilities of escaping this wickedly forbidden
act, the huge male dog sealed her fate with a single, laving lick
of his long, curling tongue.  There was only one way out now ...
only one way!
     She lifted her head to watch as the steaming length of his
lingual member licked up and across the flat smooth plane of her
shivering belly.  His long, wetly swiping strokes took him higher
and higher along the voluptuous curves of her naked body until his
tongue tips prodded eagerly at the undersides of her large firm
breasts, each longingly-moist lick a fraction of an inch closer to
the crinkly flesh of her jutting nipples.
     Kate twisted and writhed beneath his none-too-subtle caresses
as they moved up and enveloped the trembling dark peaks of her
nipples; her body jerked and spasmed as if she had been touched
with a live wire and there was nothing she could do now to save
herself ... her pent-up sexuality was exploding inside her like a
million Roman candles!
     Nothing was real to her now but the fervently licking tongue
of her amazing watchdog ... who could have guessed just short
minutes ago that she would have let herself be so wickedly aroused
like this?  What could have possessed her to turn her into a sex-
mad harlot in hardly a wink of the eye?  Kate Barrett had no
earthly idea why she was doing this God-forbidden thing, but she
knew she was powerless to change her mind now.  Whatever it was,
it had her in its fist like the sure grip of fate itself ... she
was lost!
     The naked redhead could hear a mewling whimper erupt from
deep in the magnificent animal's husky throat, and she gazed
deeply into his soft brown eyes, anxiously waiting, as if she
expected him somehow to speak.  He moved closer to her face and
she felt her heart pounding like a trip-hammer inside her chest.
Waiting, waiting ... and then he kissed her!  A lick perhaps, but
as much a real and arduous kiss as any she had ever received!
     The proudly virile animal sensed the telling surge of lust-
heated blood racing through his well-muscled body as he detected
the pungent aroma of his mistress's passion in the moistness of
her quivering lips.  As the redhead's eyes widened incredulously,
he eagerly brushed the tiny pinkness of her tongue with his own,
licking caressingly at the wet sweetness, a mewling whimper of
excitement rumbling in his chest.  He knew all too well what she
wanted of him ... his primeval maleness hungered for by any bitch
in heat!
     Kate Barrett watched disbelievingly as he ceased suddenly his
fervent lingual kisses and backed away from her face, maneuvering
his supple canine body until he was positioned between her
slightly splayed legs.  Her mind reeled at the lustful images her
senses relayed frantically to her brain, but she did nothing to
extricate herself from this unbelievably lascivious plight ... she
was reeling with the savagery of absolute carnal lust, and nothing
else, no matter how urgently pleading, made any impression
whatsoever on her passion-incited thoughts.  Suddenly, the
magnificent beast nuzzled the inside of her thigh and beckoned her
legs wider ... blindly, obediently, she obeyed.  Oh my God, she
thought for a fleeting instant, has he become the master and I the
pet?!  But still, she did nothing to stop him.
     A shivering gasp of pleasurable anticipation rippled from her
lips as she felt his urgent dog-breath parting the sparse pubic
curls there between her thighs; his cool nose brought a fresh
shudder as it edged along the aroused inside of her thigh until,
with a whimper, his nose touched the very blood-warmed flesh of
her desire-moistened vaginal cleft.  She eagerly awaited his next
move, her legs opening and closing slightly in a scissoring
movement that bespoke of her uncontrollable desire for
fulfillment.
     "Oh!" she gasped involuntarily as suddenly, his loving tongue
darted from his lips and laved the whole naked furrow of her
widely-splayed buttocks, its tip brushing from the tautly-clenched
orifice of her anus to the shuddering pearl of her clitoris.  His
searing lavings continued until the mere lingual pressure of his
tongue began to spread apart the fleshy pink lips of her vagina.
She shivered delectably as he drew his scalding mouth up and over
the full length of her cunt again and again, his lust-inflamed
tongue spreading through her softly yielding pussy flesh like a
knife through melting butter.  His passion-inciting tonguings did
not stop there, but continued splaying the beckoning flesh of her
cuntal slit, at last lunging in an invading curl far up into the
ravenously-clasping warmth of her hungry pussy.  Kate Barrett
gasped and moaned, her body convulsing with savage bestial ecstasy
from his skilled oral lavings ...  God, she knew she would
probably have such an orgasm that the whole neighborhood would
know of her illicit tryst.  All these months without real
satisfaction ... and now this wildly lascivious union!
     The naked redhead moaned incessantly now from the intensely-
arousing sensations his long, curling tongue was exacting from her
lewdly-spasming body; her gasping mewls increased in tempo and in
strength, her sensually-incited brain whirling now in the void of
sexual ecstasy.  Again and again his scorching tongue eagerly
grazed through and over the quiveringly soft flesh of her upturned
loins, from the snugly taut little hole of her anus, upward
through the hair-rimmed furrow of her steaming cunt.  At the
uppermost moment of his upward lavings, his curling tongue-tip
hesitated, then eased deeply between her shivering cuntal lips to
flick tormentingly at the sensually-incited bud of her clitoris
... the great beast seemed to sense that this tiny nugget of
feminine flesh was somehow the core of her sexuality, for he toyed
with it and caressed it skillfully, bringing her to a fever pitch
of ravenous and mindless passion!
     Days could have passed, weeks, and Kate would have known
nothing of their passing; she was wildly, ecstatically aroused,
her whole body churning and writhing on the bedspread beneath the
hotly-urging lavings of her powerful dog-lover.
     "Mmmmmm ... it's so good, you handsome devil," she moaned in
near-delirium.  Her mind fantasied a towering incubus-like
creature, half-man and half-spirit, sent solely to quell this
burning need she had carried about between her thighs for so long
now.  "It's beautiful, beautiful!  Don't stop ... don't ever stop!
P-Please, please!"  Her voice had become a hissing cry of anguish,
and her knees were drawn back so tightly that her large full
breasts were rubbing erotically against her legs, her cuntal cleft
lasciviously splayed to its fullest to give the lust-quenching
animal greater access to any and all of her womanly treasures.
     The huge German shepherd was keenly aroused by this exciting
new scent and taste, this pungent aroma of human female passion.
He loved his new mistresses, both of them, and his very soul ached
to be able to repay them for the kindness of bringing him into
their lives.  In his fervent animal-thoughts, he had thirsted for
some way to repay them ... and now he had it!  There would be no
doubt of the proof--there at the core of his mistress's sex,
sparsely hidden in the light fleeciness of her pubic hair, was all
the liquid proof he needed.  Her yielding vaginal flesh and its
moistly flowing juices assured him that his mistress was indeed
aroused, and in her arousal was his hope of the ultimate
fulfillment!
     Kate nearly cried out in anguish as she felt his laving
tongue abruptly removed from her fervent vaginal flesh.  "Matt ...
what is it, lover?" she asked hoarsely.  "Don't stop now, I'm
almost there!"  She spoke to him as she would to another human,
for that was nearly how she perceived him now in her acutely
aroused state.  But still he backed away from her as if he wanted
no more of her.  And then she saw plainly why he had ceased his
lingual caresses ... his animal-cock was rigidly erect and
dripping from its furry sheath!  Kate gaped openly, wide-eyed, as
the glistening, hardened organ emerged slowly from its long
sheath, thickly turgid, the tapered crimson tip swinging as it
oozed from the constrictive sheath in an endlessly lengthening
scarlet hardness.  Suddenly the awareness of what the powerful
animal had in mind slammed into her like a hundred-car locomotive
... he wanted to fuck her with that sinister thing dangling
beneath his belly!
     "O-Oh, no, Matt ...I-I didn't mean for it to turn out like
this ... uh, I-I guess I just got carried away when you ..."  She
was looking into his soulfully deep brown eyes and he seemed to
comprehend, at least to understand that something was wrong.  And
almost immediately his eyes shimmered with the mist of unhappiness
as the handsome dog sensed that he had done something to displease
his voluptuous mistress.  He hung his head sorrowfully and Kate
was certain that the murmuring whimper from deep in his furry
throat was almost a crying sound.  A ribbon of salaciousness spun
through her confused thoughts, a surging undercurrent brought on
by her insanely aroused state ... the weirdly erotic events of
this night, of this moment.  And suddenly, she knew what she must
do!  Every fiber of her being, every faded, battered relic of her
morality urged her not to do this wicked, bestial thing, but Kate
Barrett was a strong-willed woman.  Nothing had ever deterred her
from getting what she wanted or doing as she desired.  Tonight
would be no exception.  She was blind to all reason as she turned
over on the mattress and kneeled on elbows and knees, her naked
buttocks up-thrust in wanton, salacious invitation just inches
from the German shepherd's curling tongue.  Her own eyes glimmered
with the fervent wickedness of this act she was about to
consummate ... she was going to be fucked by a dog!  Like some
two-bit slut in a border town bordello, she was going to throw
herself into the deepest, most depraved chasm of bestial
perversion.  She tried not to think with any semblance of reason
and clarity; her long-hungry body was like that of a young bride
on her wedding night.  Her brain reeked of the liquid, lascivious
lust that filled her like alcohol and stupefied her diminishing
powers of reason.
     "Oh, please, hurry ... hurry before I come to my senses!" she
choked in lustful surrender, but the hugely virile animal
hesitated, perhaps in confusion.  Again she pleaded with him, her
breasts smashed flat against the mattress and her naked buttocks
stuck up into the air right at his face.  The whole naked expanse
of her ass-cheeks and pussy-cleft was offered to him in undeniable
solicitation.  He finally edged his husky weight forward, mounting
her easily, his great furry paws resting on her back as he felt
the steaming moisture of her overheated vagina all along the
crimson tapered length of his immense dog-cock!
     Kate felt it as well, and a fresh, torturing wave of
masochistic rapacity swept over her ... she had to have it!  Now!
She reached back until she could grip his slippery animal-taper;
using her fingertips to part the fleece-like sparseness of her
pubic vee, she insinuated the crimson, dripping tip into the
ravenous clasping grip of her hungering vagina.
     "God, Matt, it's so hot!  It's like it's on fire!  Christ,
I've got to have it in me!  Maybe I'm going insane, but I need it,
God help me, I need it!  Fuck me, handsome, fuck me like you never
fucked before!  Take away this hurtful need ... fuck me!"
     Perhaps he understood her words, or more likely, he sensed
the fervent urgency in her tone, but whatever the motivation, the
powerfully built German shepherd answered her longing plea the way
nature had taught him ... with a savage snap of his haunches that
thrust his tapered cock all the way up into the wetly-gripping
confines of her empty cunt!
     There was not even a moment's thought of gentleness or mercy,
for such is not in the nature of virile beasts like Matthew;
immediately, his lust-swollen testicles were slamming viciously
against the upturned slit of Kate's hair-rimmed vagina as he
fucked savagely into her proffered pussy from behind in a
punishing staccato pace that brought a fresh scream of pleasure-
pain from the naked redhead's parched lips.
     "I-It's s-so big and hard ...  Unnnggghhhhh!  Aaaaggghhh!"
she cried in real pain at the hurtful first skewering penetration
of his wantonly erect dog-cock, but she had scarcely any time to
think of her ravished pain, for the rapid-fire rhythm had caused
another eight or ten impaling thrusts to be explosively delivered
up into her cuntal flesh before the cry of anguish had even left
her lips.  Like the powerful dog that he was, his searing dog-cock
fucked deeply into the far hidden depths of her lust-tortured
belly.  She gasped and squirmed beneath him, her mind a whirlpool
of sensual madness, the very core of her fervent womanhood burning
with the rabid frenzy of her forbidden lust.
     Her lewdly submissive body was quickly filled with wave after
wave of unholy ecstasy, and the voluptuous widow could do nothing
more than groan and cringe salaciously beneath the lust-quenching
beast as she offered the whole of her cuntal furrow up to him in
abject submission.  She strained to look back behind her and catch
a glimpse of the scarlet rod of stiffened dog-flesh as it
slithered at a blurring pace in and out of her ravenously-clasping
vagina, fucking its way to the furry hilt in her widely-splayed
cuntal slit, his heavily-bloated balls slapping up and under her
pelvis as he skewered her bestially impaled pussy again and again!
     She ached from the strain of struggling for a better look,
her brain a blank of sensual desire.  Meeting his punishing
thrusts inch for inch, she ground her naked buttocks back against
his powerful firm underbelly, rotating her hips lasciviously and
pushing with all her strength so that every rigid inch of his dog-
cock was firmly implanted deep within her passion-filled belly.
Primeval lust surged madly through her slaving body as she
sensually pumped her hips back onto his ever-thickening cock as it
skewered deeper and deeper with ravishing fury into her ragingly-
aroused vagina.  Furiously, his hairy animal belly and loins
battered and thudded resonantly against the upturned cheeks of her
buttocks, his thrusting animal-cock beating a bestial rhythm of
forbidden ecstasy as it squirmed inside her feverish vagina.
Shamelessly, like an animal herself, the redhead ground her
rotating hips and buttocks back at him, whimpering beneath her
gasping breaths, grinding the ravenously-gulping mouth of her
naked, wetly-clinging vagina back onto the pounding length of his
crimson dog-cock, her lips ovaled in a half-uttered cry of
enravished passion.
     Kate sensed a growing wave of unutterable bliss deep in her
belly, a remembered urgency from out of her past ... she was
nearing sexual fulfillment!  For the first time in so long, the
attractive widow and mother was about to reach the long-sought
pinnacle of sensual ecstasy!  Her erotically seething loins
writhed with the lustful frenzy of a million volts of supercharged
sensuality, the lewd, lascivious promise of orgasmic abandonment
quivering in her belly.  She moaned to the very brink of her
rapidly-welling climax, nearly doubled in half now as she thrust
her perspiration-soaked buttocks back tightly against the German
shepherd's firm underbelly.  She tried arching her back even more
and looking up between her legs--she could clearly see his thick
crimson dog-cock slithering between the widely-splayed hair-
fringed cuntal lips of her pussy.  She gaped with bulging,
unbelieving eyes at the pink wetness of her own cuntal flesh
moistly clinging to his stiffly-erect cock as it pulled
slitheringly out of her belly, then vanished up inside her again
with his heavily-bulging balls slapping far up under the cleft of
her widely-spread legs with a lewd smacking sound as they brushed
against her pubic hair.  She tremored with the salacious thrill of
feeling her heaving breasts bobbing and swaying beneath her
writhing torso as she lifted them from the mattress; her sensitive
nipples rubbed teasingly against the bedspread and brought even
more shivers of impassioned arousal to her already lust-maddened
body.
     The naked woman's hips and buttocks began to take on a rhythm
of their own, acting almost as if they possessed some second
hidden mind, and she thrust her perfectly shaped buttocks back at
the wildly-humping beast with shameless enthusiasm.  "Yessss ...
fuck me, darling, fuck me!  God, I need it so bad!  Fuck me!!"
     Matt felt the overpowering madness of his animal-desire well
into a fireball of white-hot passion for his redheaded mistress.
She whined and moaned with each and every skewering thrust of his
scarlet dog-cock now, and the burning flesh of her vaginal sheath
clung greedily to his thrusting maleness, rapidly urging him
closer and closer to that shuddering point of savage urgent
orgasm.  She ground back even harder against him, doubled so
acutely that his every skewering thrust sank to the fur-covered
thickness of his balls; he answered with an especially hard,
vicious plunge forward that seemed to ripple into the very depths
of her belly.  It was all the voluptuous naked widow needed to
boost her up and over the pinnacle of her orgasm and send her
wailing into the utter depraved depths of bestial wantonness!  She
cried out loudly, thrusting her wildly spasming hips back hard
onto his consummating dog-cock in a grinding convulsion of
orgasmic release!
     "Aaaaaaawwww ... Aaaagggghhhhhh!  God, I'm cumming!  I'm
cumming, lover, don't stop ... don't ever stop!  I'm
ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!!"  Matt answered her urgent plea with a
stabbing thrust of his lust-stiffened cock as it began to empty
its searing dog-cum deep into her womb in long, liquid spurts.
She screamed maddeningly again, her contracting buttocks
convulsively milking at the long, impaling taper of his jerking
cock.  Her luxuriant red hair flailed about her head in a scarlet
halo in her sheer erotic bliss; she shuddered and moaned loudly as
she felt the lewd mingling of their mutual love-juices warmly
oozing from the tightly-clasped lips of her clasping cunt and
trickling down the shivering insides of her nakedly-splayed
thighs, while her pussy hungrily milked the last few precious
drops of dog-cum from her bestial-lover's rapidly-softening penis.
She murmured softly, an unintelligible ramble of words on her
still-gasping breath and then she fell forward onto the bed, his
cock slipping from her clenching grip with a lascivious slurping
noise that seemed an appropriate ending to the forbidden union of
woman and beast.
     Perhaps as much as half an hour later, Kate Barrett managed
to rouse herself from the blissful comfort of her bed and climb
unsteadily to her feet.  She had to hold on to the edge of her
dresser at first, as her knees buckled under her at the first
attempt to stand.  She was thoroughly and absolutely drained,
exhausted in that special and wondrous manner of love-making that
still leaves room for the joyous aftermath of good sex.  Kate felt
tired in a way, but wondrously alive and vibrant at the same time,
as if some unseen hand from the depths of the universe had somehow
wiped years from her body-calendar.  She felt young again and
eager to feel, to enjoy!
     Kate looked around for her animal-lover, but he was gone; it
did not surprise her really, for she could hardly expect a dog to
sense the peak of emotion that she felt at this moment, and she
did not blame Matt for deserting her as she would have a man who
had done the same.  She pulled on a robe and made her way shakily
to the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee to settle her nerves.
Matt was already outside, having nosed the unclosed back door open
and he was romping happily under the lights out back, chasing a
huge moth as if nothing had happened.  She shook her head in
bewilderment, still unable to believe it really happened ... Kate
Barrett, wealthiest woman in Valley Farms, fucked by a dog!
Incredible!
     She found an unopened can of dog food in the cupboard and
opened it on impulse, determined to pay back the big dog's favors
in the one way he might understand.  "Matt!  Here!  I've got some
extra food for you, handsome!"
     The husky German shepherd bounded anxiously to her side and
shoved his snout in the preciation.  Kate shook her head and
laughed under her breath.
     "I know what I'll do!" she said to no one in particular,
unless she thought that Matt could understand her now.  "I'll get
dressed and go down to the Country Club for a couple of drinks!
I'm rid of that creep Jerry Marlowe and I've found the greatest
happiness I've known in months ... that's cause enough to
celebrate!"  And with that, she hurried back to her bedroom suite
to get dressed, sorry only that there was no one she could share
this revelation with.  Strangely, she wished there was some way
Lucy could be told, but she knew, of course, that ever telling
anyone what happened this night was out of the question.  It would
have to be a life-long secret between her and Matthew!



                            Chapter 7

     Young Lucy Barrett passed the crowded drive-in a half-dozen
times, turning around in the deserted parking lot in front of her
family's department store, before she found the courage to drive
into the car-packed lot and park beside one of the speaker-boxes.
She had never come here alone except that night she met David,
though she knew some of the people who hung-out here were pals of
her boyfriend.  Anxiously, she ordered a beer and a hamburger and
prayed she was inconspicuous: David would probably be furious if
anyone told him his girl had come to this place alone--the only
stag girls parked around Scottie's were definitely on the make.
But then, she couldn't just drive around all night and David was
tied up on business; no, it was safer than wheeling around
suburban Washington in the middle of the night.
     Lucy's mind physically ached from the tormenting cross-
current of painful emotion that swept through her thoughts like a
rip-tide.  She had to be alone somewhere, to think, to try no
matter how much it hurt to sort out this tangled web of feelings
that made it impossible for the young blonde to think clearly.
The car-hop brought her order and she paid the busty tough-looking
girl and left a tip on the tray.  Absent-mindedly, she switched on
the radio and let herself be bombarded with the raucous sound of a
top twenty pop station.  The acid-etched memory of her mother with
that horrible Marlowe man blazed in her mind like a neon billboard
... her own mother, John Barrett's widow, sprawled nakedly across
the bedspread like a central character in some five-dollar porno
movie ... pot-bellied, balding Jerry Marlowe hunched over her, his
head stuffed between her lewdly-splayed thighs, his back arching
and bobbing as he salaciously licked and sucked there at the
banquet-table of her naked loins!  Even now, over the pounding
rhythms of the rock music from her radio, she could still hear, in
that private inner ear of her mind, the wetly lascivious sounds of
that horrible man as his lips and tongue worked ravenously between
her mother's willing thighs!
     Why, oh why, she asked herself, did I have to see that?  If
it had to happen between them like that so vulgarly, why not some
night when I was out?  Dear God, how could she bring that man into
her bedroom, there on the very bed, between the very sheets where
she once slept with Daddy!  He loved her, I know he did, and I
always thought she loved him as well, but now ... now I just don't
know anything anymore!  It's all so confusing, so filthy and
wicked and so hard to comprehend.
     Lucy had tried all the approaches open to her young and
relatively inexperienced mind ... she had thought of her own
actions, her times alone with David.  But somehow it just wasn't
the same to her ... how could it be, she asked herself again and
again.  Mother is a married woman!  Widowed yes, and certainly
still too young to exile herself to wearing black and living
alone, but ...  "Oh, I don't know what I mean any longer," she
said aloud.  "Nothing makes sense to me now ... nothing!"
     "They say that's the first sign of cracking up ... talking to
yourself, I mean."  It was Sally something-or-other, a girlfriend
of one of David's friends, and she was peering into the open
passenger window.  Lucy wiped her eyes hurriedly and managed a wan
smile.  "Sorry to intrude, Lucy.  I mean, I don't really know you
that well, but you seemed upset.  Anything I can do to help?"
     "Oh ... no, Sally, it's just some silly argument I had at
home, nothing really," Lucy said cheerily.  "I feel better
already.  You know how it is ... well, it's getting close to that
time of the month, you know?  I guess I'm just easily upset these
days."
     The close-cropped blonde looked disbelievingly at David's
girlfriend in her expensive car, a forced smile of concern on her
red-painted lips, lips that had once been David's until this rich
girl with her fancy clothes came along.  Sure, I'm worried about
you, all right, she said to herself, you could drop dead for all I
care!  You and all the rest of those Valley Farms swells!  But
Sally was not about to betray her real feelings to this stuck-up
rich bitch, not on your life ... she had something better in mind,
something far, far better!
     "I understand what you mean, honey," she said in syrupy
sweetness that nearly betrayed her acid tongue lurking beneath.
"I get that way sometimes too; have to go running to my ol' man.
Hey, how come you don't share all this worryin' with your
boyfriend?  You two had a fight or something?"  Had Lucy been more
keenly observant, she might have glimpsed the twinkle of
maliciousness that flashed in the hardened bottle-blonde's eyes.
     "Uh, no, we haven't been fighting ... why?" she was nearly
afraid to ask.
     "Well, he's parked over there by the wall, been there for
hours.  I'll be running along now, can't keep the ol' man waiting
too long or he might belt me!"  The attractive young blonde girl,
her pink schoolgirlish cheeks still streaked from crying, sat in
stunned silence as the brassy platinum blonde, clad in cut-off
jeans and a man's tee-shirt that was an easy size too small,
strolled smugly back to her own car.  A giggling pair of teeny-
boppers, much younger but cut from the same case-hardened mold as
the sex-toughened Sally, greeted their older friend's return with
a chorus of shrill laughs ... were they laughing at her?  Lucy
suddenly began to look around at the lined-up array of cars, all
filled with the sort of people she had never known at the
expensive girls' school her father packed her off to, people she
felt no animosity toward, but she felt sort of uncomfortable with
nevertheless.  And there across the lot, backed against the brick
wall of a motel next door, was David's tiny sports car.  Now, more
than ever, she wanted to be with him, to beg him to take her away
from this place ... anywhere!  She leaped from her tiny compact
car and made her way through the crowd of beer-guzzling boys that
were clustered near the end of the parked cars, her unexpected
prettiness and vulnerability a lure to their jeering catcalls and
coarse invitations.  She ran past them, blinking back the tears,
closer with every step to David's car; it was parked so that it
angled away from the crowded lot and she realized that he could
not possibly see her coming.  Perhaps that was why he didn't greet
her or ... but then an explosion of reality crashed into her
already-dizzy senses ... a business contact, he had said,
something he couldn't break.
     Lucy's running feet nearly slid out from under her in her
vain effort to stop and turn back, but it was too late.  She was
only a foot or so from the passenger's side of the tiny MG and
what she saw brought both her hands to her mouth in a useless
gesture, a futile attempt to stifle the gasp of horror and
surprise that burst from her throat.  It took less than a second
for Lucy's widened blue eyes to take in the lurid tableau of what
was going on in that car, less than a heartbeat for her to realize
what a fateful mistake she had made in coming to this seedy place
alone.  Her eye swept like the lens of a camera, etching yet
another photographic image into her mind, one that, like the sight
of her mother with Jerry Marlowe, would linger in her thoughts
like the smell of death clings to all it touches.  Only death
would have possibly been easier to take than this!
     There on the small bucket seat closest to her knelt a naked
girl of not more than fifteen, her pert, girlish buttocks stuck up
almost to the top of the sports car's door.  Her naked ass-cheeks
squirmed and wriggled with the intensity of her teenage passion;
her face, framed by her hippie-length dark hair that spilled
across David's lap, was buried tightly against his unclothed
loins.  David had pushed his driver's seat back as far as it would
go and his pants and undershorts were crumpled around his knees;
his head was back against the top of the bucket seat, his fingers
knotted in the young girl's long hair.  Even as Lucy watched, too
paralyzed with shock to move, he gasped out the pleasurable cry of
his orgasm, and Lucy saw the teenager's whole lithe naked body
shudder as she frantically gulped down the viscous rushes of semen
that were bursting into her mouth from David's wildly jerking
cock.
     David saw her first, glimpsing the movement of a shadow
across the hood of his tiny car.  He jerked around in surprise and
the young brunette pulled her face away from his hair-matted
pelvis as the ripple of startled movement frightened her as well;
she spun around, incredibly fast in such a confined space, and
Lucy's last sight, before she turned on her heels and ran, was the
sight of that young girl's face, not much more than a child with
budding girlish breasts nakedly exposed in the harsh glow of neon
lights from the drive-in, her lips smeared and sticky with the
cum-splattered remnants of David's adolescent sperm.
     She saw or heard nothing on the endless run back to her car,
for her mind refused to pay heed to the gauntlet of knowing laughs
and rude noises she had to pass to reach the relative sanctuary of
her own car.  Tears clouded her vision so acutely that she could
barely find the ignition with her nervously trembling hand; the
car, mercifully, roared into life at the first turn of the switch,
and she literally slammed it into gear, racing out of her parking
slot without so much as a glance in either direction.  An
approaching hot-rod loaded with teenagers screeched to a halt to
her left and a choir of angry voices derided her ability to drive,
but Lucy Barrett cared not at all.  What if they had hit her
instead?  Tonight, she didn't care if she lived or died ... even
death was better than living with the sordid memory of this
torturous night.
     David had pulled up his pants and was getting out of his car
when she roared past; he stepped into her path with his arms

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upraised and she swerved wildly to avoid running him down, though
her heart asked her why she bothered, and when at long last she
reached the far end of the asphalt lot and was turning onto the
highway, she could hear the honking of horns and the raucous
cacophony of applause and laughter as the word of what had
happened spread like a cancer through the crowded drive-in.
     But for Lucy Barrett, the night had not yet begun.



                            Chapter 8

     Lucy noticed immediately that Kate's big flashy Buick was
gone from the driveway, grateful that at least she would not have
to face her mother in her present state of mind.  She had ceased
crying finally, perhaps from the diverting tensions of driving
home, though her chest occasionally heaved uncontrollably and she
had to gasp for breath to force down the lump in her throat.  It
was still too soon to think clearly, Lucy's one coherent thought
being the instinctive instinct to get home and safely into her
room, away from the ugliness and betrayal of this terrible night.
     She entered through the back door for some unknown reason,
something she never did, entered without being aware that Matt was
a few feet away, and ran to her room without switching on a single
light, as if perhaps the darkness could shut out the burning
memories that ate away at her brain like parasites.  But the void
of darkness only made the hurt more painful, and she found herself
turning on all the lights in her room, then the stereo, a lilting,
upbeat bit of music that Lucy usually found cheering.  Tonight,
though, even that would not help.  There was the sound of a car
door slamming out front, faintly carried through the big empty
house, and Lucy hurried to undress--she wanted to appear asleep
when Kate returned, for there was just no chance of facing her so
soon after what she did.  Quickly, her crying ended, she pulled
off her clothes, including her bra and panties as she disliked
sleeping in anything more restrictive than a sheer nightie, and
slipped into the nearly-transparent bit of lingerie her father had
bought her in naughty Paris.  She was about to wriggle beneath the
covers when she stiffened with fear at the sound of someone at the
front door--Kate, unlike her daughter, always parked on the side
nearest the kitchen and entered through the back door, unless she
had important friends along.  Lucy shrugged it off as a case of
nerves still tensed from a night of unexpected surprises; maybe it
was her mother bringing that man back home.  Yes, that's it, she
said to herself in disgust, maybe she didn't get enough before and
she talked him into a second round!
     Lucy closed her eyes and squirmed deeper between the fresh
starched sheets, but she knew right away she would never find
sleep tonight without some technological assistance.  Irritably,
she climbed out of bed and opened the door to her bedroom a crack.
There was no sound at all from the front door, and she started to
cross the hallway to the bathroom for a sleeping pill when the
door chimed noisily, giving her such a start that she cried out in
alarm.  Her heart pounded furiously in her chest until she
realized that it still was not terribly late by Valley Farms
schedules; it could be some friend of her mother's over for a bit
of late-night gossip and coffee.  She grabbed her dressing gown
from its hook behind the bedroom door and padded hurriedly on bare
feet to greet the unexpected caller.  Moments later, she would
regret not having taken the simplest of modern-day cautions, a
peek through the viewing window; that was something that she
always did without thinking, as instinctively as looking both ways
before crossing the street.  But tonight, Lucy Barrett merely
switched on the front lights and turned the handle thoughtlessly.
The first glimpse of grease-stained jeans and scuffed leather
boots relayed the panic alarm to her already-troubled brain ...
but it was too late.
     She pushed hard against the half-opened door but it swung
open effortlessly against her frail efforts.  "Hello, Lucy, honey
... surprise!"  Lucy grabbed impulsively at her robe, clutching
the two sides tightly together--it was David and two of the
seediest hippie-types she had ever seen!
     "You ... you have no right to come here, David," she asserted
with mock courage.  "After tonight, we're finished ... forever!
Now get out of my house!"
     The obviously-drunk young man only sneered derisively and
pushed his way into the entry foyer.  "We noticed your ol' lady's
car was gone ... nobody but the four of us, huh?  Just right for a
party, eh, baby?"  The two long-haired greasers chuckled
anticipatorily, one of them brazenly rubbing the bulge that ridged
his tight jeans along the inside of his thigh.
     "Party?  Wh-What are you talking about?  Get out ... right
now or I'll call the police!"  Her manner was still courageous but
her cracking voice betrayed her very real fear.  She had never
seen David like this, there was something vicious and cruel about
him the way he was now, like someone else had inherited his body,
someone rabid and hateful.  But if David was frightening, his two
friends were savage wild animals by comparison!  One was heavy-
set, almost fat, with shoulder length brownish hair that looked as
if it had been unwashed for weeks.  He wore oversized cowboy boots
that would have been amusing under better circumstances, and Lucy
could see without meaning to that the swelling bulge he rubbed
insultingly, rudely, was a formidable weapon in itself.  The
second was tall, taller than David who was over six feet, with a
face that twisted with an inner agony, like the boys she had seen
once when she had passed a mental institution when out riding on a
Sunday afternoon--prematurely aged, contorted with the gut-ripping
torture of paranoia and hate.  God, she could barely stand to look
at him!  She would have not been startled had he suddenly snarled
and bared a pair of savage, blood-lusting fangs, his mouth foamy
with hydrophobic rage!  They were a pair straight from hell and
she felt her blood run cold with dread as the first premonitions
of what they sought chilled her heart and numbed her very soul!
     "Don't look so petrified, baby," David leered.  "You're among
friends, right, fellas?"  The big one merely grunted in agreement
and his friend said nothing at all.  "I just wanted to come by and
pay you back for tonight ... I think I owe you something."
     "What ... I don't know what you mean, David.  I've never seen
you like this ... I-I'm afraid."
     "Well, baby, maybe there's a lot of me you ain't seen ... and
tonight you're gonna' see it.  You made me a laughingstock out at
Scottie's ... you made a Goddamn fool out of me, had all my
friends laughing and hooting like a bunch of hyenas.  Well, I
don't appreciate it, not one bit."
     "That's not true!  It's a lie!" Lucy shouted, emboldened by
her ex-lover's one-sided allegations.  "If anyone has a right to
be angry, it's me!  What you did was ... despicable!"
     "Hey, she's got a way with them big words, Davey, buddy,"
mumbled the stocky long-haired man.  "Mighty high-falutin'."
     "Yeah, she's a big talker, all right ... just like her ol'
man, three-quarters hot air."
     Lucy snapped at him angrily at the mention of her father.
"How dare you say that about my father!  You don't know what
you're talking about, he was dead long before we met and you know
it.  And anyway, I have nothing further to say to you, David ...
we're through, finished!  I never want to see you again ...
never!"
     The youth's cock-sure sneer turned up at the corners and
became a wicked grin that spoke of untold terror yet to come, and
Lucy instantly regretted having said anything to anger him; this
was not the man she had loved, the man she had taken deep up into
her belly often in the throes of passion.  No, this was a stranger
... and the look on his face promised revenge for the assault she
had made on his manhood.  He had been shamed, in his eyes, before
his peers, and to his twisted mind, that was a sin worse than
death.  Lucy felt her breath freeze in her lungs with a shudder as
the thought of what might happen to her burst into her mind;
registered with the shock of an earthquake in her unconscious ...
rape!
     "I knew that bastard old man of yours, all right, long before
I ever met you at Scottie's and got some of your sweet littl'
snatch.  The son-of-a-bitch canned me once for smoking a little
weed, and you were my chance to get even.  But like you said,
that's all over now, so I might as well get that sugar-sweet
revenge some other way, right, fellas?"  The two dirty, foul-
smelling types chuckled in agreement and moved a step closer to
Lucy, who stood shivering now in fear, her hands clutched to the
front of her dressing gown, her flesh tingling with dread from the
tips of her bare toes to her head ...  God, this was no nightmare,
this was real!  And she was trapped alone with them!  Her mind
churned with frenzied emotion but one clear thought emerged above
the maelstrom of fear ...  Matthew!  Where was he?!  Of course,
now she remembered, he had been outside when she came home in
tears, and she hadn't even greeted him; now he was locked outside
and unable to help her ... Oh dear God, if only I could get to
him, I know he'd save me!
     "You ought to be properly introduced, Lucy," her ex-boyfriend
spat contemptuously.  "I know how you country-club types love that
sort of thing.  Well, this is Large and this is Tall."  His two
friends boomed with hysterical laughter, far too much for David's
feeble attempt at humor.  It was then that Lucy glimpsed their
eyes ... they were on drugs!  Their eyes were clouded and blank,
spiteful sub-human eyes that showed no mercy.  "That's not their
real names, but it'll have to do for now.  How about it, baby, now
that we all know each other?  Let's have a little party ..."  His
hands darted out lightning-fast and grabbed at her gown, tearing
it from her grip and yanking it open in front.  "... Now!"
     Lucy felt a flush of shame as she realized she wore nothing
beneath her gauze-sheer nightie, but she fought the urge to hide
her nakedness and responded with something more basic, more
primeval; she swung with all her strength at her once-lover's
face, her nails bared in womanly fury, a move of sheer desperation
that she knew was futile before it began.  He caught her arm in
mid-swing and twisted it downward and then up again in a painful
twist that spun her around in the blinking of an eye.  "Spunky,
aren't you, bitch?  Well, you'll get plenty of chances to use some
of that spunk.  0l' Large here's got a cock on him that would
bring tears to a Navy-town whore!  Show her, buddy ... let her
take a look at some of that meat you're always bragging about."
Lucy was only half-aware that as David spoke he was shoving her
down the hallway to her bedroom; he knew the layout of the house
well as he had been here many times, and there could be no doubt
of what awaited her once they were close to a bed ... Oh, Matt,
how I need you now!
     Lucy was in the doorway now and she reached out desperately
in a vain effort to grab the door frame and hold off this wanton
assault, but David wrenched her hands away effortlessly and pushed
her onto the bed.
     "Here ya' go, girlie ... ever had one like this?"  Lucy
turned without thinking and jumped a foot from the mattress at the
sight of what the heavy-set hippie held in his hands.
     "No!  No, you can't!  David. please, p-please!  I'm begging
you!  God, isn't that enough?  P-Please!"  Her voice was
hysterical with fear and loathing now as she stared, mesmerized,
at the thick pole of naked flesh he held like a fencepost with
both hands; its purplish, blood-bloated head had extended from the
rubbery sheath of foreskin and its solitary eye stared at her in
unblinking lust.  "I'll scream, David, I'll scream until somebody
comes or calls the police!"
     "Go ahead, but don't tire yourself out, baby," he laughed
wickedly.  "I want you in good shape for me and my friends.  You
know as well as I do that these rich-folks' houses are so fucking
far apart that you could scream 'til next week and nobody would
come.  Hey, uh, 'Tall,' get out by the front door and keep an eye
out for her ol' lady.  I don't want nothing interrupting our
party."
     The lanky youth did not respond at first until his buddy
nudged him forcefully.  "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot the new names.
But how come I gotta' miss out on the action?" he asked, his voice
a surprising whine that seemed out of place in his massive body.
     "Don't worry, buddy, you ain't gonna' miss nothing.  You just
sit by that door and when I come to get you, I promise you'll be
well taken care of ... little miss rich cunt sucks a mean cock!"
The slender youth laughed drunkenly, though there was no trace of
liquor on his breath, and left the room at a stagger.  "Now, ol'
buddy, let's get the rest of her clothes off and you'll see what a
real piece o'tail looks like!"
     Lucy screamed as their hands touched her flesh, but the
husky, thick-armed one closed her mouth with a huge palm that
covered half her face, blocking her breath so severely that she
feared she would black out.  "You got the stuff, David?" he asked,
his lips moistening at the prospect of what awaited him there on
the bed--a beautiful rich girl, the kind he'd hungered for all his
life, ever since the days in public school in Washington when the
kids with the money walked away with everything, the good grades,
the best positions on the school teams, scholarships ... and now
was his chance to get even.
     "Yeah, I still got a pocketful.  Here take another one for
yourself and let's get a couple down her pretty throat.  That is,
unless she'd rather have a cock instead."
     "Oh, please ... please ..."  Her voice was nothing more than
a tearful whisper as the huge man released her; there was no will
to fight left in her, just the one hope she could cling to, the
thin hope of mercy before it was too late ... before she was
raped!
     "Here, baby, take this and swallow it before I get pissed
off."  David handed her a small white tablet and began to pull at
the bottom of her nightie as his friend held her firmly to the bed
with one huge hand on her shoulder, as easily as a cat might pin a
mouse to the floor before devouring him.
     "Wha ... what is it?" she asked fearfully.  Drugs had never
been for her; alcohol was as high as she liked to get.
     "It's a 'sopor,' bitch ... the love drug.  Everybody's taking
'em these days.  You'll feel a little drunk at first, but then ...
va-va-voom!  You'll see why they call it the love drug ...
methaqualone, if you want to be technical.  But one of these, and
you ain't in no mood for anything technical ... just fucking!"
     "No, I won't take it!  I won't!" she cried, but before the
words had left her mouth, the big blue-jeaned man tightened his
grip on her left shoulder with a strength she would have never
dreamed possible.  Almost instantly, her shoulder seared with a
pain a hundred times more intense than the worst cramp she could
remember; perspiration broke out in a beaded row across her
forehead and she bit her lower lip in painful resistance.  But
there was no chance, none at all.  She opened her mouth and took
the dreaded pill; there was no hope of concealing it, for David
probed her tongue and lips with clinical fervor until satisfied it
was on its way to her belly ... and to her brain.
     Even as she swallowed it, Lucy was remembering the drug at
last and the much-repeated warnings about mixing it with alcohol.
Of the near-catatonic helplessness, coupled with the maddening
sexual arousal for which it was famous ... and then she remembered
the large can of beer she had consumed less than an hour ago ...
     Was it only minutes that had passed?  For the now-naked young
blonde girl there on her bed, two lust-crazed men pressed close
around her like vultures waiting for their prey to die, it could
easily have been hours instead.  Or even days.  Perhaps it was the
intensity of her fever-pitch emotions, her gut-twisting fear, that
made the dreaded "love drug" work its salacious magic so quickly;
it burned its way down her gullet and into her belly like a pellet
of white-hot lead, and she could literally feel the surge of
methaqualone wash into her bloodstream, its potent inhibition-
killing strength already on its way to the deepest recesses of her
mind.  Her skin tingled and flushed and she felt strangely giddy
and helpless, like being drunk, only much worse--she could see and
feel everything around her, but she was powerless to resist!
     Her arms fell uselessly to her sides and her voice box balked
at producing another scream ... her own body was betraying her!
It was a mutiny of her own flesh and blood!  She offered no
resistance as David and his husky confederate lifted her bare arms
and pulled her sheer nightie up and over her head.  She fell back
onto the bed, completely and utterly naked, every inch of her sun-
bronzed loveliness vulnerable to their coldly probing stares; she
had never felt so abjectly exposed, as though she were stripped
bare in a Bedouin's tent filled with sex-hungry Arabs!
     She peered through drug-misted, incredulous eyes as the two
men removed their pants and undershorts, leaving their shirts,
incongruously in place, their jutting cocks poking from beneath
their shirttails like poles from an awning.  In her love-drugged
haziness, their cocks seemed disembodied from their loins, two
twin penises of throbbing purplish flesh moving toward her
unprotected nakedness with relentless virile energy, actually
seeming to pulsate in a steady, primitive rhythm, a jungle beat of
sensual incitement that threatened to forcibly trap her in its
wanton arousal.
     "Please ... please, no," she whined in self-defeat, her heart
and mind wracked with the awareness that there was nothing she
could do to stop this horrible act from taking place.  The one
David nick-named "Large" grinned down at her obscenely through
yellowed, smoke-stained teeth, his fist clenched around his
immensely-distended penis; lifted upward as it was, his swollen
cock-shaft looked like an extra leg growing from the hair-matted
thicket of his muscular pelvis.
     David reached out to her naked flesh and she shuddered at his
touch; a hand that would have brought pleasure and warmth
yesterday now numbed her flesh with coldness and dread.  He
reached between her slender, trim thighs.  "Come on, baby, open
those rich-girl legs a bit and show my buddy here what a sweet
pussy you've got.  I told him all about that tight littl' box
o'yours, and he's eager for a peek."
     "D-David, no!" she gasped as he pushed apart her smooth
trembling thighs, revealing the moist cuntal slit for their
hungrily appraising eyes.  She cried out as he crudely bored a
stiffened finger up into her simmering vagina, thrusting it so
painfully deep that it was hidden up to the palm in the rapidly-
lubricating flesh of her pussy.
     "That stuff's working already," he whispered to his friend.
"She's wetter'n a teenybopper at a rock concert!"  He stuffed
another thick finger into her defenseless pussy, mercilessly
fingering her nakedly-splayed pussy-flesh.  "Aaaawwwwwwww! ...  P-
Please, no, I'll pay you money, anything!  Please!" she sputtered
chokingly, her buttocks grinding into the mattress in a vain
effort to elude the cruel, sadistic attack between her quivering
thighs.
     David chuckled at her plight, his eyes wide with lust and a
passion for revenge that transcended even the "love-drug's"
potency.  "Money won't save your ass this time, bitch!  I had a
chance at all of it and that's gone now, so it don't mean a shit
to me anymore ... me and my buddies'll make up for that loss
though.  You're gonna' pay me back for all these months of sucking
up to all your asshole friends.  If I ain't getting a whack at all
that money, I'll make up for it with one hell of a whack at your
rich little cunt!"
     The heavy-set long-haired man laughed drunkenly, his mouth
twisting unevenly in a sinister leer as he watched David's fingers
plundering the fleshy pinkness of Lucy's helpless cuntal crevice.
Damn, ol' Davey boy had been telling the truth when he said this
country-club cunt was something else!  Fuck, she was like a
center-fold girl, only this was real flesh, not something out of a
magazine.  With a face like a movie-star's, those pretty little
lips, perfectly shaped, her complexion rich and creamy, the kind
that seems to come with money ... man, what it was gonna' be like
fucking this piece!  He laughed to himself in private indulgence,
fuck, I ain't never gonna' wash my cock again when it comes out of
her sweet pussy!
     "Goddamn, Davey, hurry it up ... my cock's like a firecracker
and the fuse is lit!"  The big man towered over her like some
medieval giant, his face and neck dripping with anxious
perspiration, his obscenely-huge penis stiffened between his
fingers like a massive cudgel.
     Lucy's ex-boyfriend laughed derisively down at her cringing
body, then jerked his two fingers from the tautly-clasping cuntal
flesh between her thighs with a loud sucking noise; she moaned in
relief but was powerless to move ... already, the drug had erased
her normal instincts for survival.  She was not truly paralyzed,
only her mind refused to command her flesh to obey ... nothing
seemed to matter anymore, her "love-drugged" brain was ready to
accept any and all of their brutal, lascivious excesses as
inevitable ... she was doomed to whatever fate held in check,
helpless except for servile obedience!
     "What 'ya got in mind, Davey?" the chunky young man asked
excitedly, luridly stroking his proudly-erect penis.  "A bit of a
sandwich, huh?  That'd be out a'sight!"
     "Good thinking, pal," David said with a sinister grin.  "I
know for a fact that she's never even been ass-fucked, much less
"sandwiched" ... we'll have her climbing the wall in no time that
way.  Two cocks at once, baby, what do you think of that idea?"
He poked his swollen penis toward her, smaller and less thick than
his friend's, but still the potent tool she remembered.  "One in
that sweet box of yours and the other up your ass, with you right
in the middle.  Man, you won't feel nothing between your legs but
cock and more cock!  Far out, huh, baby?"
     Lucy had scarcely uttered a sound as they coolly brandished
their lust-incited cocks like vengeful weapons, sadistically
discussing the ravages they planned to perpetrate upon her like
she could not hear, for something was gradually eating away at her
fearful shell of abandonment and horror ... the God-forbidden
truth that she could not face even in her most secret thoughts:
the "love-drug" was beginning to torturingly arouse her flesh with
all the promise of its sordid nick-name!  There could be no
denying that familiar glowing surge of emptiness deep in the pit
of her needful belly ...  Oh, how she hated to face the reality of
that insistent heat there in her loins ... she was beginning to
get "turned on!"  Their cruelly calculated words of sadism and
lust were taking their toll in the drug-incited unconsciousness of
her mind ... she knew she should be crying and begging for mercy,
but instead she felt the warm spreading glow of passion growing
between her nakedly-splayed thighs.  They were rapidly converting
her into a hot-box of sinful lust ... and there was no way to turn
back!
     The sexily-curvaceous young blonde shivered erotically, half
of her body and soul actually welcoming the increasing burning
passion that was sweeping over her, for in that blinding lust she
knew she could find shelter, obviating at least part of the
shameful degradation she was powerless to stop.  Through drug-
fogged eyes she saw the heavy-set man crawl onto the bed and begin
to move up between her legs, spreading them wider with his hands.
Though she fought the sordid impulse with every shred of decency
she could muster, she found herself staring lustily at the
incredibly thick length of his menacing cock, her mind perceiving
only one thing ... the blissful promise of sexual fulfillment!
God, she was becoming a nymphomaniac, and even though she resisted
this sudden welling of hungry passion with all her heart, she
actually wanted his cock; after all the vileness of this night,
the betrayal and the filth ... she wanted it!  He spread her legs
at the knees, opening them wider until she saw the purplish,
blood-engorged knob at the end of his cock only a scant inch from
the already-moistening lips of her fervently-aroused vagina.  He
leered at her knowingly, then lewdly gripped his burgeoning penis
with his clenched palm and angled it downward until it actually
brushed against the shimmering pink flesh of her cuntal lips.  She
shuddered from the burning, passion-inciting contact of his
bloated cock-head against the drug-heightened sensitivity of her
susceptible vaginal moistness, a spasm of unwanted but eagerly-
received desire rippling up from her belly to the very tips of her
nakedly squirming breasts!
     "Mmmmmmmm," she murmured despite herself, a visible shiver of
"love-drug" passion curling along her outstretched nudity.
     "Man, those 'sopors' are far-out, Davey boy!  Look at this
bitch wiggle ... she's hot for a cock, you'd better believe it!
She can't help herself.  Look at her!" the big man hissed down
through clenched teeth, his eyes wide with lust as he lewdly
dragged the bulbous knob-like head of his desire-swollen cock
through the trembling flesh of her cuntal slit.  He drew it
tormentingly upward through the glistening crevice to wickedly
massage the tiny quivering pearl of her clitoris.  She moaned
again, louder this time, squirming with fast-rising pleasure
beneath his salacious cock-caress.  "Tell me you want it, baby, or
you don't get it," he spat down at her, coarsely kneading the
pliant flesh of one of her sumptuous breasts with his free hand,
tweaking her crinkly pink nipple roughly and sending a shiver of
wanton arousal shooting through her wriggling body.  Her bare
breast seemed to swell even beneath his crude caress until the
fleshy mound bulged from around the edges of his immense palm.
"C'mon, rich-cunt, let me hear you say it!  You gotta' beg for
this special piece o' meat, baby!  Beg like a slut or you'll never
get it!"
     "P-Please, please, just leave me alone," she gasped, but it
was obvious her body cried out for another kind of satisfaction.
They both knew only too well the effects of this miracle "love-
drug," for David had tried it out earlier tonight on that
teenybopper he'd met at Scottie's; fuck, she'd already taken on
both his buddies at the apartment and was sucking him off for the
second time when Lucy blundered onto the scene!  Lucy Barnett was
a goner now and the two men knew it ... no matter what she said or
tried to believe, she was hotter than hell between her legs and
they could see it with their own eyes!
     David's husky friend eased just the mushroom-shaped head of
his cock between me young blonde's cringing pussy-lips, laughed as
she moaned when the bulbous rubbery cock-tip spread her cuntal
folds apart like the end of a baseball bat.  Finally, she could
hold out no longer ... the last bit of will to resist had been
destroyed by the raging flames of her drug-incited passion.  "I
can't stand it ... I can't!  Oh, put it in me, put it in me now!"
she cried, her lips contorted venemously with a potent blend of
raging lust and burning hatred.
     "No, you gotta' do better'n that ... say it, cunt!  Say what
I want to hear!"
     Lucy's eyes were closed in shame and her lips curled as she
spat out the detested words.  "Damn you, fuck me ... fuck meeeee!"
     Her legs doubled back higher until they pressed against her
sensitive nipples and she grabbed for his shoulders, wracked with
shame and despair but unable to control a second longer the blast-
furnace of desire that raged in her belly.  Her cuntal lips
poutingly nibbled for his heavily-swollen cock as her hips writhed
upward with a savage, grinding rhythm of their own in a desperate
attempt to ravenously suck his manhood up into the steaming depths
of her insanely desirious cunt!
     Lucy moaned incessantly as she felt his semen-moistened cock-
head insinuated between her hotly-aroused cuntal lips ... her
love-drugged eyes watched in licentious fervor as he rocked
forward, his passion-bloated penis disappearing up into the
clutching depths of her lust-drenched vagina.  For a long moment,
she watched as if it were some other girl's pussy, part of a lewd
sex show perhaps, and then with a gasp, she cried out in pleasure-
pain at the immense size of his surging manhood.  He flexed his
hips and rammed his bulbous cock-head deep into her belly with a
thrust that parted the yielding walls of her vaginal cleft like a
clenched fist.
     "Aaaggghhhhhh!" she choked from the churning depths of her
very soul.  He wasted no time and began to frantically fuck in and
out of her cunt with no mercy, his hips and loins fervently
working to burrow his pounding cock deep into her hidden womb.
She felt his heavily-bloated testicles slapping obscenely between
her upturned buttocks, smacking against her tiny puckered anus
with lewdly inciting strokes.  God, how she hated him ... but she
loved his cock!  She was out Or her head with unfathomable lust,
and his pummeling cock was the answer to her body's prayer ... it
was a wonderful penis to her now, despite her ravisher's
filthiness, his unwashed body that wafted its pungency upward to
her flaring nostrils.  "Oooooooohhh, yessssss ... yeesssssss!" she
hissed, her eyes welling with tears of shame and humiliation as
her cock-skewered hips began to thrust salaciously upward to meet
everyone of his thrusting movements, each stroke penetrating
deeper and deeper within her gaping pussy.
     "Crazy, Davey, she's somethin' else ... look at her go!" he
nearly shouted, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted
from the frenzied rhythm.
     Lucy heard some muffled exchange of words between the two men
that meant nothing to her, and then found herself first crushed
beneath his awesome weight and then somehow rolled sideways and
up; he never lost a stroke, but suddenly the sun-tanned blonde was
on top of the fleshy hippie as he rolled onto his back.  His
distended penis was even more deeply imbedded in her belly now and
she moaned from the skewering thrusts that seemed to reach all the
way up to her jiggling breasts.  His hands gripped her trim
slender waist and he held her up so that her bare bosom was
exposed to him, her breasts bobbing and squirming inches from his
leering face.
     There was a gasp of astonishment from behind her as David
stared at the tiny hairless orifice of her anus, already slightly
agape from the friction of his buddy's cock as it throbbed up into
her moist pussy-slit from below.  With his thumbs gripping her
fleshy buttocks, he spread the white flawless flesh of her ass-
cheeks wide apart until her tautly-puckered rectum opened and
closed in perfect rhythm with the other man's skewering thrusts
into her pussy.  Suddenly he thrust his middle finger at the
stretched anal ring, parting the tiny band of muscle and bringing
a choked moan from her throat at this unnatural invasion of her
anus.  She tried to wriggle away, but David's friend had both
hands firmly around her waist and she cried out this time when the
stiffened finger popped with an audible noise up into her spongy
rectal passage, worming it's way relentlessly past his second
knuckle until his whole finger was lewdly imbedded deep into her
exposed rectum.  He rotated and wriggled his middle finger deep
inside her violated anus, salaciously stretching the tiny orifice
in lascivious preparation for the forbidden fucking he was about
to give her.
     Lucy groaned helplessly from David's lurid assault on her
rectum ... this was something she had never known, a possibility
that never had entered her mind in their more romantic lovemaking,
but as wickedly forbidden as it was, she couldn't help the still-
growing passion in her belly that cried out for more of his
inhuman ravishment.  She was filled from below with his friend's
massive cock, her thighs spread widely at either side of his hips,
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defilement of her helpless rectum.  Again David wormed his
stiffened middle finger up into her anus and then he slipped it
out with a plopping sound ... only to be replaced with the
unmistakable prodding of something rubbery and hot against her
tightly-clenched nether hole!  God, he really was going to fuck
her there while his friend bored into her vagina from below in
never-ending thrusts that penetrated to her very belly.
     Lucy shuddered in revulsion as she felt the penis's painful
insistence against her nakedly-exposed anal orifice; in her "love-
drugged" mind's eye she could see with stark, wanton clarity the
obscenely recorded scene--his cock's lust-engorged head worming
its way lasciviously through the tightly-clenched defenses of her
sphincter as she moaned in excruciating agony ... her anus
stretching incomprehensibly to accommodate this lewd, sodomistic
assault ... then suddenly, she had no need to imagine what was to
come ... it was here!  David's powerful young hips bucked forward
with relentless strength, cramming fully half of his straining
cock deep into the firmly-clenching passage of her rectum; her
rectal walls closed around the knob-like head of his penis like a
hot rubbery hand.
     "Aaawwwww, God, you're tearing me open ... please, please ...
I-I can't stand it!" she cried out, but even as the words left her
mouth, she could feel her rectum beginning to accommodate this
immense invasion of her virginal rectum.  But still it burned into
her anus like a red-hot poker, and the painfully "sandwiched"
young blonde girl yelped in agony as her once-lover luridly
splayed apart the fleshy whiteness of her buttocks, twisting them
upward for a better angle for his sodomizing ravishment while his
friend's hugely-stiffened cock lay still hidden in the burning
depths of her vagina from below, his hands firmly about her waist
to prevent her escape.  David's friend pulled her downward, his
lips fastened on her large crinkly-tipped nipple, and David thrust
forward from behind, his seemingly unending cock boring
unpityingly up into her painfully-stretched anal passage.  Lucy
felt the burning surge of nausea for a moment at this unnatural
plundering of her rectum ... finally, with one last sadistic jerk
of his hips, David was sunk fully and amazingly to the very hilt
in her writhing anus!
     The drug-numbed young blonde nearly ceased her torrid
struggling, mindful now that her only hope of relief from the
insistently-skewering double-thrusts of their massive cocks lay in
stillness and obedience to their twin-lusts.  But even in this
posture of subservience, she winced in agony at every heartless
cock-thrust that bored upward into her very insides from below as
her former boyfriend rammed mercilessly again and again into the
tautly-confining sponginess of her rectum.  His buddy's hands
gripped the jutting bones of her naked hips, and he held her as
easily as one might hold a small child, only what he was doing to
her only the most depraved of perverts could have imagined for a
child!  The big man, his whole body pungent now with the odor of
his sweat, grunted inhumanely and snorted with ecstasy as he
bounced her about on his loins with the frantic intensity of his
upward, impaling thrusts; never had her vagina been so
unbelievably stretched, and it felt as if the very walls of her
pussy were near the point of being ripped apart from the post-like
thickness of his desire-swollen cock.  David showed her no pity as
he bored obdurately up into her painfully-bruised rectum, his
hands spreading her naked ass-cheeks apart to allow him greater
punishing access to the tiny hairless hole, now stretched into a
fervently-gripping anal mouth.
     She heard them laughing through the haze of her "love-
drugged" intoxication, chuckling confidently as they watched her
unwanted, strongly-resisted arousal ... they knew what they were
doing to her and that there was no hope of holding-out against the
belly-burning ravages of drug-incited lust they both knew were
sure to come.  Just like that wide-eyed teenybopper they had tried
the "sopors" on earlier, Lucy was doomed to orgasmic incitement
whether she fought it or not!
     "C'mon, Davey boy, let's give her a reamin' out she won't
forget ... get the beat just right ... in and out together, buddy!
That's it!  Man, what a fuckin' piece she is!" the big man
croaked, and Lucy felt their rigid penises begin to move in mutual
rhythm, thrusting maddeningly into both her torturingly-stretched
orifices at once.
     "It's killing me!" she gasped.  "I can't stand it!  I can't!"
Her cries were pitifully weak and hoarse with futility, for she
had lost the ability to convince even herself now ... a weirdly-
welling masochism was surging up from her nakedly-writhing loins,
up from the very pit of her belly where their cocks rubbed almost
together in lascivious double-fucking incitement, separated only
by the thin membrane between her rectum and vagina.  She was
rapidly spinning out of control and she knew it ... her cries of
anguish and pain were gradually melting into a sensual whine of
lustful arousal and unquenched passion.
     Without meaning to, she opened her eyes and caught a glimpse
of herself in the dressing table mirror a few feet from her bed;
she could see the full expanse of her undulating body, the
intertwined limbs and cocks that seemed to envelop her in virile
male flesh.  She saw it all and yet did not look away in revulsion
and disgust, for the lurid tableau she watched in mesmerized
fascination only fanned the flames of drug-incited lust that much
more!  She turned her head for a better look, and through the
hazelike mist of the methaqualone, she watched in rapt amazement
as their glistening cocks battered in and out of her insanely
stretched love-orifices in a lust-provoking rhythm of blatant
sexuality!  She grimaced with pleasure-pain as she watched David's
pole-like skewering penis disappear with a slithering thrust again
and again up into her tautly-clasping rectum as his friend's
pistoning cock thrust so furiously up into her vaginal depths from
below that she bounced up and down on the ridges of his wide hips
like she was riding naked on the back of a horse!
     Her throat emitted an incessant gasping whine of sensual
acceptance as the two virile young men threw all their strength
into fucking her savagely in both her vagina and anus at once, and
she knew now she was up and over the edge ... the love-drug had
worked its wicked magic and she was wildly-insane with passion,
her loins feverishly steaming with desire as she ached for the
only relief she knew was possible for her now ... the screaming
bliss of sexual fulfillment!
     An inhuman cry burst from her throat with projectile-
intensity.  "Awwww, yes, yes!  Fuck me, both of your... fuck me
with your big cocks!  Oh, God, it's so good in my ass and in my
cunt!  Yes, yes!" She urged them on as the frenzy of her brush-
fire passion raged out of control; her belly was literally in
flames.  Never had she known such sheer wanton lust ... it
threatened to consume her alive with its ferocious heat.  She
lowered her head and looked back between her jiggling breasts and
glimpsed the lewd and total ravishment taking place between her
bruised and battered thighs.  She could actually see them
thrusting into her sandwiched body in savage unison ... see with
her own eyes her moist cuntal flesh as it was drawn from the
impaled walls of her vagina on the big man's outward motion and
then crammed back up into her hair-lined slit as he rammed his
rigid cock deep up into her lust-enraged belly with a thudding
shudder.  "Deeper, deeper, God help me, deeper ...  I want your
cocks in me all the way! ... pleasseee!"  Suddenly her head arched
back as if she had been slugged in the face, her long blonde hair
spilling luxuriantly down her unblemished back, tanned from
afternoons by the country club pool.  "Now!  Now, that's it!
Oooohhhhhh!  I'm ... I'm cumming ... I'm cuuummmmiinnnggg"'
     David's heavy-set friend was the first of her two ravishers
to loose the scalding flood of his sperm and shoot it up and into
her belly like bursting water from a blowing whale ... far up and
into her very insides as David suddenly cursed loudly and
shuddered, his hairy pelvis tight against her fleshy buttocks as
his jerking cock, buried to the hilt inside the velvety fist-like
grip of her rectum, began to spurt its raging stream of semen up
her rectum to mingle lasciviously with his friend's sperm already
pooling deep inside her doubly ravished body.  She felt as if she
was literally awash with their sperm as a surging tide of ecstatic
release swept over her sweat-soaked body and she was gone into the
unfathomable depth of pure animalistic release.

                           *    *    *

     When Lucy Barrett at long last found the fleeting moment of
strength she needed just to open her tear-moistened eyelids, both
David and the man he jokingly called "Large" were stretched out
beside her on the bed, one on either side.  David's hand rested
casually across her thigh and his fingers trailed over the sparse
light-haired fluff of her pubic mound; she found his presumptuous
arrogance revolting, and she pushed his hand away and tried to get
up.  She was unsuccessful on the first try, both her knees
buckling like they were made of well-worn rubber, but on the
second attempt she managed to crawl backwards to the foot of the
bed and step down onto the carpeted bedroom floor.  She pushed
herself erect with both hands clutching at the bed, and she winced
in agony from the bruised and battered flesh between her thighs.
Tears came to her eyes as she tried to walk, and she felt as if
there was still something thick and huge imbedded in her rectum.
     "Where do you think you're going?" David demanded, lifting
his head and then sitting up.  His lust was momentarily sated but
there was still a burning glow in his dark eyes--the cruelty of
hatred.  "You haven't finished yet, baby.  There's still my other
friend waiting by the front door ... and he's gonna' want a real
nice blow job!"
     The other one sat up and dangled his heavy legs from the edge
of the bed; his cock fell limply between them, wetly glistening
with the traces of her pussy juices and stained with the last of
his orgasm.  The bedspread between his legs was wet with God-
knows-what, and she looked at the rest of the bed--the covers
crumpled and pulled from beneath the corners of the mattress,
stains as large as coffee cups dotting the fabric.
     "I'll go get your next treat, bitch," the big man said with
an arrogant sneer.  "Give her another sopor' Davey, I think she's
starting to come out of the first one."
     Lucy's ex-boyfriend reached for his pants pocket and pulled
another white pill from the wrinkled paper inside.  "No!  No, I
won't!  You made me do it once but I won't again!  I'm not some
whore you can bounce around from one to another!  I won't do it!"
     David seemed to fly off the bed, his feet scarcely touching
the floor, and before she could move her hand to her face or even
cry out in futile defense, his palm had stun its way across her
cheek and sent her reeling in a horrified shuddering spasm of
terror.  "Don't tell me what you won't do, bitch!  I don't have to
be nice to you now!  It's all over and we both know it, but you're
gonna' do just like I tell you tonight and take care of me and my
friends.  And you won't say a word about it ever ... not to
anybody, or we'll be back.  Only next time I'll bring a dozen guys
and we'll fuck you until you can't walk, understand?  Well, do you
understand!?"
     Lucy shook her head up and down and answered weakly, her face
still stinging from his savage blow; this was a side of David she
had never known.  And though it was all ended between them, it was
still a stunning shock ... now could she have misjudged him so?
God, what must she have been thinking to get mixed up with a
savage beast like this?  And all just to spite her mother!  She
had sold her very soul and body to this piece of trash just for
some shred of stupid revenge!
     An inkling of an idea flashed somewhere in the hidden
recesses of her mind, and she probed with her will for it, seeking
it out and struggling to give it voice in her troubled, still-hazy
thoughts.  Suddenly, like a bolt of summer lightning, it became
apparent ... there might be a way out for her yet!  If only she
could avoid swallowing another pill of that "love-drug" and
surrendering to their sadistic will again.  "I-I understand, David
... I won't argue with you again.  Whatever you want ... but ...
but could I at least clean up or something.  I mean, I'm cruddy
dirty and I feel so filthy."
     David looked at her eyes and carefully noted that she avoided
looking directly at him; still he assented to her request.  "Yeah,
go clean up ... but use the bath across the hall.  I want you
close by ... and no funny stuff."
     Lucy made her way gingerly across the bedroom, her tread
unsure and wobbly, but she found renewed strength and a will to go
on in the hope that her plan might work.  She was almost through
the door, clutching her sheer nightie to her naked breasts, when
she felt the heavy grip of a hand on her shoulder.  "Here," said
the husky, long-haired man, his yellowed teeth clenched in a
sneer.  "You almost forgot your medicine."  When she turned to
face him, he stuffed another of the "love-drug" tablets between
her lips, his thick, foul-tasting fingers filling her mouth and
forcing her to swallow.  She choked once and the pill was on its
way to her belly ... she had to work fast before she was once
again their sex-slave!
     Turning her head away when he released her, she said not
another word, though she would have liked to bring the darkest
curses of them all onto his head, and strode purposefully into the
bathroom as the big husky friend of David's disappeared around the
corner into the living room, his flaccid penis swinging braggingly
from side to side as he walked.  She closed the door silently and
opened the lavatory sink fully before locking the door; then and
only then did she dare to even breathe.  It was a desperate chance
she was taking, but the only alternative was unthinkable to her at
this moment ... a forced spectacle of fellatio with that lanky
acne-scarred man in the living room, with David and the other one
watching her like spectators at a Tijuana sex show!
     The bathroom window was narrow and frosted, with a full
screen of aluminum on the outside; she thought fleetingly of
climbing through it and making a run for it, but where would she
go?  To call the police would mean turning to a neighbor's house,
and could she bear to live with the lurid details of this night
spread like so much filth all over the morning papers?  No, this
was her one hope ... she did not even pray for her mother's return
as she had when they had first pushed their way into her bedroom,
for these men were clearly out of their heads from liquor and
methaqualone and anything might happen.
     She pushed the seldom-opened window open a couple of feet and
managed, after a couple of aborted attempts, to unlatch the screen
and push it up.  She was able to roll the flexible aluminum
screening up and hook a portion of the latch into the metal so
that it was out of the way; then she called softly to her one and
only friend on earth at this moment ... Matthew, who lay sleeping
a few yards away, oblivious of the horrible depravities his
mistress had endured while he peacefully slumbered.  He was
definitely there, for she could see the reassuring outline of his
massive body beside his dog house as he sprawled comfortably on
the grass; she called again and still he did not stir, for she
dared not raise her voice much above a whisper.
     It was on the third attempt to rouse him that all hell broke
loose--first the roaring of loud male voices outside the door and
then the crashing of something heavy against it that nearly tore
the sturdy door from its hinges.  Lucy managed to pull her head
from the window as the latch tore free from the door jamb.  "Get
her, Davey, before she gets out that window!" exclaimed the husky
man.  "Man, that was the dumbest thing you could'a done, lettin'
her come in here alone ... what if she'd gotten away?"  David
looked at her with vicious hatred in his eyes, doubly intense now
because she had made a fool of him again in front of his friends,
something he did not take from any broad.  He brought back his
hand to let her have a good one this time, one she would wear for
a couple of days as a reminder ...
     "No, David, please!" she screamed shrilly, but it made no
difference; he would be striking no one else for awhile, not with
that arm anyway ... if he ever was fortunate enough to use it
again.  For although the bathroom window was fully four feet from
the ground, the well-trained German shepherd cleared it without
even brushing the sill.  There was a weak, gurgling scream from
David, surprisingly thin and powerless, as the great beast sank
his razor-sharp teeth deep into his forearm with a bone-crushing
pressure that doubled her ex-boyfriend at the knees and sent him
sprawling to the floor.  All of this, the flash of brown as the
German shepherd dashed to her rescue, the sounds, the screams of
pain, the blurred movement, all seemed to take place in less than
the blinking of an eye, but it was something that Lucy Barrett
would remember for months to come.  David's companions apparently
abandoned friendship when it came to this--both of them turned and
ran from the bathroom in a frantic scramble for the lead as they
dashed down the corridor and out the front door, the bigger one
still naked except for a shirt.
     "Matt!  Matt!  That's enough!" Lucy cried before the huge dog
killed this sniveling human who dared to hurt his mistress.
Reluctantly the snarling animal backed away, leaving a bloodied,
useless arm as his mark; David somehow rose to his feet, his eyes
flooded with abject terror.  "Now get out!  And if you ever dare
to come near this house again, I won't stop him next time!  Get
out!"
     He turned and stumbled into the corridor without protest,
Matt hard on his bare heels, and Lucy heard a yelp of pain as her
wonderful dog apparently gave him an extra snap for good measure
once they were outside.  Lucy grabbed a bath towel to her chest
and hurried to see if they were truly gone, still painfully
limping from the battering her vagina and rectum had suffered.
She closed the door anxiously and threw on the security latch;
from the adjoining window, she could see them all pile into a car
she did not recognize--there were clearly three of them inside as
they passed the street light that marked the Barrett driveway, and
she felt reasonably confident that they would not attempt a
return.  Remarkably, there was no blood on the hallway carpet,
though there was a good-sized puddle in the bath; she threw the
towel onto it to cover its lurid redness and staggered weakly back
into her bedroom, her knees moments from final collapse.
     Yes, they were gone, all of them, and her nightmare was over
... but they had left their calling card--this "love-drug" was
still in her belly and it was beginning to take effect, seemingly
more potent this time, perhaps combined with the left-over traces
of the first.  She cursed them silently under her rising breath,
hating with a passion known only to women ... why, oh God, why,
had they not been content to just come like plundering savages in
the night?  Raping her would have been nightmare enough for a
lifetime ... why did they have to make me beg for it?  Why did
they turn me into a slut for their enjoyment?  God, how I hate
them... I hate them!  I wish they were dead!
     Lucy's breasts jiggled as her chest heaved from the spasms of
her sobbing; she felt her very insides loosen and relax for the
first time since they had shoved their way into her house.  She
turned her face to one side and lay crying pitifully on her bed,
still stark-naked; she smiled through teary eyes as Matt trotted
back into the bedroom and came to her side.  His face looked
worried, as if he was hurt somehow that he had not arrived sooner.
She started to speak, to thank him in insufficient words for what
he had done when ...!
     It was a kiss, there was no other way to describe it ... and
if some handsome Prince had been her rescuer and had taken the
same liberties, her response could not have been more intense.  He
had actually kissed her!
     "Matt, you sly devil you, are you some sort of demon in a
dog's suit?  You're just to ... human!"  She tried to smile and
joke with him but her mind reeled from the "love-drug" that maniac
had stuffed down her throat.  Already she could feel the heat
welling in her loins ... damn them all for making me like this!
     But though her body cried out once again for a man, she had
not even a shred of remorse for their hastened departure ... she
would sooner die than have one of them touch her again.  She felt
the warm, tender stare of her heroic dog and she looked into his
near-human brown eyes ... she seemed to see some message there, as
if he was trying to tell her something.  Was that kiss no
accident? ...  Oh, Lucy, you're starting to crack up!
     Suddenly he raised his head above the edge of the bed and
began lapping at the pink crinkly flesh of her nipples, knowingly
encircling the sensitive flesh with his wet curling tongue.  Lucy
gasped and covered her mouth with her hand ... she felt the
incited arousal of passion between her thighs and wondered if she
was indeed going insane.  Was Matt trying to make love to her?
Could it really be happening this way?  Surely not, but yet ...!
     "I must have been right, Matt ... you're a real devil!" she
gasped fervently, staring wonderingly at his handsome masculine
face, his rugged jaw and his soulful, passion-stirring brown eyes.
Were his eyes twinkling with desire or was she out of her head?
Surely they were!
     Lucy felt a ripple of eager excitement in her loins as she
lovingly stroked his heavy coat, deliberately thrusting her
youthfully-firm breasts closer to his laving tongue.  Matt
responded to her invitation with aplomb, confidently swiping his
moist tongue over the sensitive tips of her lust-hardened nipples.
But it didn't stop there ... in an instant he was on the bed with
her and he unhesitatingly nosed his way between her thighs as if
he had been there before ... God, how does he know how to do this?
This can't all be intuition or animal instinct ... it's uncanny!
Maybe he is a devil!
     The German shepherd seemed to sense that his naked blonde
mistress needed no further arousal, and his laving tongue swept
right to the source of her fervent heat--the hotly-steaming flesh
of her exposed cunt!  His tongue traveled a lurid path over her
thighs to the thin, hair-lined slit of her pussy.  "Oh, Matt,
darling, lick me there ... lick my pussy and make this ache go
away!  Make me forget, lover!"  She wanted him to, she craved it
hungrily, for he was truly deserving of her love, not like that
scum her hero had so courageously chased away ... she wanted him
and she ached to reward him!  This was the way!  There was nothing
in her experience to compare with the lascivious thrill of feeling
his laving tongue as it neared the very pit of her vagina, the
pungently-aroused furrow of her simmering cunt.  Dazed from the
drug and wild with lust, she raised her legs and obscenely drew
them backwards until they rubbed against her breasts; her cunt was
nakedly his, fully exposed and vulnerable.  She squirmed suddenly
beneath the fluid heat of his first lick along the fleshy moist
slit; boiling blood coursed through her veins as his sizzling dog-
tongue swept up along the moistened pink crevice, over the entire
length of her naked vaginal slit, at last nudging expertly the
glistening pearl-like node of her clitoris!
     "Mmmmmmmm, yes, yes ... God, I love you, handsome ... lick me
there, lick my hot pussy, darling!" she choked in passionate
frenzy, her body squirming and shuddering beneath his searing
lingual caresses.  "Lick it all, lover, stick your hot tongue way
up in me and let me feel it!"  She lifted her intensely aroused
loins higher and ground them luridly against his tongue and animal
lips; reaching down between her nakedly-splayed thighs, she
grasped his furry head behind the ears and drew him tighter into
her wetly-steaming cuntal flesh ... his tongue was ablaze with
lust-quenching heat as he hungrily lashed and tongue-fucked her
with amazing expertise.  "Oh God, yes ... I'm going mad, lover ...
lick my pussy harder, harder!"
     The keenly-intelligent German shepherd could feel his own
loins and powerful haunches quivering with the growing intensity
of his own sexual incitement; he sensed the maddening flames of
passion that licked at his naked blonde mistress's belly, and he
hungered. to quench them and ease her pain, just as he had bounded
to her defense at the sound of her scream earlier.  He loved her
and would do anything to make her smile, to bring the soft mewling
sounds, of her gentle voice to his ears.  There was real
tenderness here, more than with his other mistress, and he ached
especially to see this young pretty one laughing and smiling with
joy again, for it made his heart sad to see her unhappy.
     Lucy's mind was awash with drug-induced lust, fanned and
incited to a near-maddening pitch by her dog's passionate lingual
caresses between her widespread thighs.  She closed her eyes and
she could see nothing but cocks ... big ones, little ones, thick
ones, all purplish and filled with cum to shoot into her every
orifice ...  God, she was insane with wanton lust!  She rolled her
head from side to side in lurid cadence, still holding his big
furry snout between her lewdly-doubled legs.  She lifted her head
to watch and gasped in astonishment at the sudden sight of his
emerging dog-cock as it slithered out of its furry sheath.
     Her eyes widened in disbelief at the sheer immensity of the
thing--or was it the love-drug that was distorting her senses--
thick and scarlet-colored, emerging relentlessly from the furry
sheath on the underside of his lean muscled body ... rigidly erect
and hard, the fiery tapered tip wriggling in excitement as it
continued to slowly slip from its furry pouch.  Suddenly a wildly
licentious urge swept over her like a prairie fire over dry grass
... an unholy urge so obscene that it aroused her even more in its
obscene lewdness!  For a long emotion-filled moment she stared at
her big dog's glistening dog-cock, feeling her mouth turn dry and
then actually begin to salivate in ravenous hunger at the lust-
stirring sight of his virile maleness.  Would he do it?  He had to
... suddenly she wanted this wicked thing more than life itself
... she had to have it!
     The German shepherd licked at her wildly seething cuntal
dampness relentlessly, his searing tongue slithering again and
again over the quivering bud of her clitoris.  Wicked, thrilling
images of unnatural bestial desire burned in the young blonde's
tortured mind ... she had to have this wild and forbidden thing
she suddenly craved, as if somehow this very act would destroy in
her memories the horrors of this night.  But how?
     "Oh, lover ... I want you so badly!  My hero, my darling!"
she mewled constantly.  And then she had an idea, the solution,
obscenely lascivious in its very conception, but the solution
indeed!  "Matt, lover, lie down here beside me ... lie down," she
choked in overwhelming passion.  "Hurry, darling ... I want to
make you happy too!  I want to suck your big cock, darling, while
you lick my pussy!  We'll do it together ... it's called sixty-
nine!  Just like people-lovers, my great big handsome lover!"  Her
forehead was beaded with a rim of perspiration and her words were
hissed through lust-clenched teeth.  She raised to her knees as he
backed momentarily away from the fervently-steaming flesh of her
pussy; there was a look of confusion in his soul-stirring brown
eyes, but he seemed to be saying, I trust you ... whatever you
want is yours ... just order me and I'll obey!
     In mindless passion, Lucy crawled down and obscenely
positioned herself so that her seething cunt was mere inches from
his dog-face and her cheek rested on his muscled belly ... almost
instantly, her fears of being rebuffed were made groundless as his
burning tongue lashed out again at the still hotly-palpitating
crevice between her nakedly upraised thighs.
     The huge animal was obviously confused, but far from unhappy;
his lovely blonde mistress's pleasurable fondling was a new
delight to add to the collection he had garnered this night.  She
stroked him lovingly, caressing the portion of his scarlet cock-
shaft that still remained outside the furry sheath along with his
dark heavy testicles as the full glistening taper gradually began
to appear.  Once again in this wild and erotic night, he sensed
the throbbing of his heated blood beginning to pound as her
fingertip caresses incited him to fresh carnal desire; his loins
quivered with eagerness as her fingers moved over them, their
gentle, loving touch bringing a growl of pleasure from his throat
even as he continued to lick her fervent cuntal slit.
     Lucy had never felt such total and utter debauchery ... such
wanton abandonment ... but she didn't care how it might have
seemed to the rest of the world ... to her and her animal-lover it
was sensual bliss and that was all that mattered!  She moaned in
ecstasy as she hungrily clasped the furry flesh that covered part
of his crimson dog-cock and began to tauntingly masturbate the
virile male beast, urging the whole tapered length of his passion-
bloated penis out into the open ... God, she wanted it in her
mouth!  How she hungered for the wickedly forbidden taste of his
erected dog-cock!
     She knew she would cum a million times from the incessant
lavings of her tiny nerve-filled clitoris; what a lover he was,
she breathlessly whispered to herself, still clinging eagerly to
his half-concealed cock and eagerly urging it to full naked
splendor.  With tender feeling and gentleness, young Lucy worked
the protective furry skin back and forth like a hair-covered
foreskin ... now it was coming out fully, the red glistening tip
of lust-swollen dog cock, moving relentlessly out and toward her
quivering lips until ... God, she was actually tasting it!
     Blinded by her mindless lust beyond even a hint of reason,
Lucy ovalled her eager lips and let the slender tapered tip of
animal-cock slide obscenely over them, easing further and further
up into the hotly moist hollow of her open mouth.  It moved slowly
and relentlessly along the surface of her tongue until it bumped
against the back of her throat and nearly choked her!  She eased
her tongue up against his invading dog-shaft with a fervency born
out of her incredible passion, licking and swirling his distended
penis with pure bestial abandon!  Her "love-drugged" brain reeled
with the lustful intoxication of her unnatural act ... she tasted
the pungent virility of his thickly pulsating cock and a fresh
arousal of spontaneous incitement at its potent maleness!  God, it
was so incredibly hard and growing harder with every passing
second!
     His high-pitched animal whimper alerted her to his own fast-
growing arousal as he licked her lust-provoked cunt and she began
to twirl her caressing tongue around his pulsating animal-cock in
a fervent effort to repay him not only for his heroic rescue but
for the unbelievable pleasure his tongue was bringing her as it
laved between her upturned thighs.  She felt his powerful canine
body responding vigorously to her obscene sucking and tonguing,
his powerful loins quivering with virile expectancy and pressing
ever forward ... she brushed one hand over the firmness of his
belly to cup his heavy, sperm-bloated balls, playfully teasing
them with the lightest of fingertip caresses.  Again he whimpered
excitedly, a slow rhythmic movement of his haunches beginning to
stir in his dog-loins as he started to fuck her lasciviously
through the tautly-ovalled softness of her human lips!
     Damn, the incredibly erotic sensations were a freak-out of
ecstasy, Lucy groaned sensuously to herself, his blood-engorged
cock fucking into her mouth in perfect rhythm while his own tongue

