The Watch Dog

The Watch Dog by Author Unknown

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 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 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 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 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, and it was impossible, to close her legs to

stop this wanton 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 laved the

steaming liquid flesh of her lewdly-splayed cunt with animalistic

abandon! She nipped and even gently scraped his penile flesh with the

sharp edges of her teeth, at the same time swirling her tongue

maddeningly about his driving animal-cock, wildly and obscenely lost in

the licentious thrill of sensual abandonment! In her insanely-aroused

state, his cock was like a lump of honey in her mouth, plunging all the

way down her hungrily clasping throat ... she wondered titillatingly

what his dog-cum would taste like ... sweet perhaps? Or strongly

masculine and savage?

This was all fascinatingly new to Matt ... what his pretty blonde

mistress was doing there between his furry legs was even more

incredibly lust-provoking than those hours earlier with his older

mistress. She had his thrusting cock-flesh inside her laboring mouth,

yet it was so fantastically tight and moist that it could easily have

been her vaginal orifice instead ... only better this way with the

nipping tease of her teeth and the swirling of her heated tongue about

the taper of his cock. He whined at the agonizing sensations that

fluttered in his belly and he knew that very soon his pistoning penis

would find a gush of release!

With a hungering, slaving animalism of her own, the naked blonde girl

ravenously mouthed at the German shepherd's plundering dog-cock. God

help her, but she wanted his thick pungent dog-cum in her mouth ... she

wanted it squirting down the back of her throat to soothe the pains of

lustful hunger that knotted her belly like stomach cramps. Raging

tongues of stabbing flame blazed between her legs, as if someone had

turned a blow-torch onto her naked flesh ... her trembling belly

seethed with passion and her steaming cuntal flesh sizzled with the

savage fury of unbridled primeval lust! She clutched at the lunging

animal's swollen testicles, lewdly caressing them and milking their

viscous contents up into the tapering spear of dog-cock as she hungrily

sucked at his plunging penis with a ravenous craving stronger than any

passion she had ever known ... God, she was going to cum like a

thousand pounds of TNT going off at once!

Lucy was far too caught up in the wanton spirit of her excitement to

hear the sound of footsteps outside her bedroom door; Matt's body

tightened and heard a distinctly different growling noise erupt from

his chest ... finally, out of some sixth sense, she turned her head

enough to see the doorway ...standing there was her mother, Kate!

For less than a heartbeat, Lucy's lips and tongue left her dog-lover's

cock, but the insistent growling in his husky chest urged her back ...

but even more than that, she discovered that she really didn't care!

She was proud of what she was doing, proud of her heroic animal-lover

... and who cared what anyone else thought anyway? She glanced up

through drug-misted eyes at her mother, fully expecting a scream of

terror and disgust, or at least a mask of revulsion and a gasp of

anguish at me sight of her daughter nakedly-entwined in the violent

throes of sordid lovemaking with an animal! But there was no such shock

or surprise; instead, there was a thin hint of a smile on her mother's

lips, a knowing grin of ... My God, of course! How could I be so

stupid, she thought suddenly, Matt didn't learn all these tricks by

himself ... someone had to be the first ... it was mother! That's why

she isn't shocked ... she's fallen to his charms as well!

Lucy looked one last time at her mother, anxious for some sign ... but

all she saw was the glint of something sensual in her dark eyes ... the

gleam of jealousy, of course! Kate Barrett was green with envy! Lucy

nearly laughed at the thought, but the insistent jerking of a

slithering dog-cock between her ovalled lips drew her back to the

realities at hand ... Matt's muscular flanks began to hump furiously,

each shuddering jerk driving his massive cock deeper down into her

throat. His sudden lurching ravishment triggered the final release of

masochistic sensuality deep inside Lucy's undulating loins and she

moaned around his throat-skewering cock, wildly sucking and gulping for

air at the same time, until his bludgeoning penis began to spasm wildly

in her gaping mouth ... harder and more frantic now ... and then it

erupted like a long-dormant volcano and spewed its thickly gushing

animal-sperm from the desire-swollen heaviness of his bloated

testicles!

Lucy screamed around his cock, choking on the burning surge of dog-cum

that gushed down her throat, his tongue still fervently laving the

maddeningly-sensitive flesh of her cunt ... and then, at the very

pinnacle, everything around her froze into a luridly-etched tableau to

be a long remembered moment of ecstasy -- then the whole world exploded

in a cascade of purples and reds and yellows, like a million pinwheels

of light all bursting at once, driving and swirling her toward the

first deep feeling of peace she had known since she was a child ...

When at last she was able to open her eyes, she watched her mother

undress and quickly crawl upon the cum-stained bed. Kate's eyes were

dark glowing coals of desire as, with a knowing smile toward Lucy, she

reached out and began blatantly stroking Matt's flaccid animal-cock.

Chapter 9

It had been almost six weeks to the day since officers Bill Manners and

Turner Jackson drew patrol-car assignments together, and tonight was

something of a reunion. Jackson was a veteran now, having firmly

established his coolness under fire by deftly dropping a pair of

liquor-store armed robbers who had already wounded one patrolman and

were going for a second; he had knocked the first to the ground with a

bloody shoulder wound from his .357 Magnum before the cruiser had come

to a screeching halt, and his level-headedness under fire had already

earned him a citation for bravery. Officer Manners was delighted to

have him as his partner, warmly accepting him now as a fellow cop and

not just as an aspiring rookie.

They had been on their cruising patrol for half an hour when Manners

turned the big Ford police-special into Valley Farms Drive.

"Hey, Bill," began the young black officer, "Isn't this where we made

our first call together? That break-in, remember, with those two nice-

looking women?"

"Yeah, this is the street ... in fact, there's the house. The Barrett

place. I remember you couldn't seem to keep your eyes off that young

one's knockers. Quite a pair, as I recall."

Jackson laughed openly; he was not uncomfortable with the color bar

now, as their uniform brought them closer together than any skin tint

ever could have. "She was something, all right ... How about your

gossip pipeline from the swells set? Is Flaherty still moonlighting at

the country club?"

"Oh yeah, and that reminds me, he said the two dames were apparently

back on speaking terms again. It seems the ol' lady ditched her rich

boyfriend and the sweet little one got rid of that drug-dealing punk

she was hanging around with. They're the best of buddies now, Flaherty

says, always palling around together. Just the two of them and that

watchdog they got right after the break-in."

"Wait a minute, what's that about a drug-dealer? I don't remember

anything like that. A punk, yeah, but what's with the drugs?"

"Man,- didn't you hear? Those punks they busted out at Second Street

Emergency?"

"No, I don't keep up with the gossip much."

"Well, it was quite a haul. Seems this David Parker punk turned up

there at the all-night clinic for treatment of some kind of wound ... a

dog-bite, they said it looked like ... anyway, he was obviously high on

something and the night doctor called the station. They sent a car over

and checked out the license on the car the punks were driving. Guess

who?"

"I give up ... tell me, tell me."

"Sammy De Angelo ... Mr. Big in the drug scene himself."

"You mean they finally got the goods on that bastard?"

"Not quite such a happy ending ... he's beaten the charge already, but

they found some methaqualone on two of his henchmen and got a warrant

to tear the car apart ... four packets of uncut heroin hidden behind

the rear firewall. They're all locked away on a bail so high a

politician couldn't raise it. It looks like ten years for the Parker

kid at least, maybe less for the others."

"How did the Barrett girl come into the picture?"

Manners laughed. "You've got a lot to learn yet, Turner. Her name

didn't come into it at all. With a name like Barrett, the papers are

awfully careful about throwing it around. Seems there was some kind of

investigation, but nothing ever made the official report. Whatever it

was, we'll probably hear it around the locker room some day when it's

old news."

"If that sweet blonde thing would bring me the news herself, I'd wait

ten years! Man, would I give a stripe or two for some of that!"

"Forget it, you don't have any stripes to give anyway. And besides,

that's rich man's pussy, like I told you before. They don't have time

for jerks like you and me ... they fuck only the best!"

"Look out!" Manners had been looking away from the street in his effort

to make his point and he swerved at the last second, narrowly avoiding

a blur of fur as a huge German shepherd crossed in front of the

cruiser.

"Damn dog, what's he doing running loose? Don't these people know about

dog catchers?"

The big dog paused in the lighted driveway and looked back at them as

they passed, then bounded up the lawn toward the Barrett home at the

crest of the slight hill.

"Forget it, Bill, he's a Barrett dog ... he's probably got enough pull

to beat the rap! Remember, we don't mess with rich man's pussy ... and

not with their dogs either."

Officer Manners mumbled something under his breath and stuck his foot

to the floor of the heavy-engined cruiser; Valley Farms Estates was

quickly behind them in a lingering cloud of burned rubber ...

taxpayers' rubber!

The End