Jon Reskind - Uncle Gaston and niece Volume Two

In actuality, Shannon figured he had committed one crime in his existence, one grave offense against the written law, and for that he had paid with five years of his life. He'd balanced the columns. In his mind, he was clean with society; and now, with this episode he was cleverly manipulating, he would still be clean and balanced. It was no violation to extort money from a pig like Larreau who had come by it evilly himself. He thought of it as kind of a Robinhood type of retaliation, with no stigma attached, and by the time he reached the town dock of Inlet, he had almost convinced himself that he was about to do society a favor.

He pulled the jacket collar higher around his neck and walked along the street considering the cool temperature of the lake area in comparison to the heat of Montreal. The little town, a summer-resort village, was deserted at this hour. He walked until he came to a public phone booth, aware that the call could be traced, but that it meant nothing. The next one he would make from Summerton, seven miles away, and right now this hamlet was completely asleep. He wasn't worried about being seen. He stepped into the booth, found change, and dialed his number. Eventually, he reached his party.

"M'sieu' Larreau?"

"Oui," a sleepy, irritated voice growled.

"Listen very carefully, Larreau," Shannon spoke slowly, his hand cupped between his lips and the mouthpiece. "Your daughter's been kidnapped. She's safe. If you do as you're told, she'll stay safe, and be returned to you in that condition."

"Who…? What the hell is this… some kind of joke, eh?"

"It's no joke, Larreau! So don't start laughing too early! We've got your daughter. You try anything, or bring the police into it… you'll never see her alive again!"

"M-My daughter…? Annette…? Christ! The hell you say… damnit! Who is this?"

"I repeat, Larreau. We're holding your daughter. It's going to cost you five-hundred-thousand dollars… a half-million bucks… is she worth that to you?"

"You're making a mistake, damn you… whoever you are…"

"A half-million dollars… clear, Larreau?" Shannon spat into the telephone.

"O-Oui… it's clear."

"You try anything at all to trace us, or bring the police in… and we'll send her home to you in a bag… all in little pieces, Larreau. You understand me?"

"All right… all right… Christ, you make yourself clear," the fat little crime czar managed.

"Good. I'll contact you again soon. At that time, I'll give you directions regarding the money. You better have it ready at a moment's notice… you'll have only a short time to deliver it. Clear?"

"Y… You're making a mistake, whoever in hell you are!" Larreau snarled at him. "I warn you…"

"Don't bother, slob. And don't you make any mistakes… unless you want a jig-saw puzzle for a daughter. Now… do we understand one another?"

Silence… then: "Oui… it's clear."

Shannon hung up. He stepped out onto the street and took a long breath. So… the game was on; he was committed. He flipped up his jacket collar, lighted a cigarette and walked back toward the town landing. Now, to the island for some fun and games.

Madeleine could not control her trembling as the huge muscular animal sniffed hungrily at her naked genitals. She looked to Annette who was smiling, hardly daring to breath. She wanted to scream… but the great animal's wet nose against her anus shocked the urge out of her and automatically she lurched forward. Abruptly, she felt his tongue snake out and lick wetly up and down the crevice of her buttocks. His tongue taunted her tiny anal ring and she had to set herself against the sudden sensations that soared through her. She started to protest audibly and then the Great Dane began lightly licking her vaginal slit. She felt his tongue running the full length of it as simultaneously she felt Annette's hand on her naked shoulder.

"Spread your legs wider apart, cherie. Wider!" she ordered. "Open your cunt to him!"

"Mon Dieu, Annette! What are you saying…?"

"Do as I tell you!" snapped Annette; and she did, in uncontrollable fear.

Sir Launcelot whimpered excitedly, running his tongue the full distance of her open crotch, from the tightly clenched hole of her puckered anus, down beneath the taut pink edges of her pussy, even to the base of her mound of silken hair where it penetrated wetly to flick against her clitoris. Again and again, he repeated the act, his tongue laving through her soft, hair-covered genitals savagely, spreading her open in the tenderest parts until she began to twitch and jerk noticeably at his lapping and sniffing of her loins.

Madeleine continued to gape at Annette, but actually perceived her only in brief, fleeting moments as the unbelievable jolts of erotic sensation began to take command of her.

Mon Dieu…!

She gasped aloud as Launcelot drew his long, thick tongue the entire measure of her cunt. Subconsciously, she clenched her eyes tightly shut and inched her knees a little farther apart to open the pink, gently quivering gap further to him. His animal tongue thrust up the moist hair-lined fissure, tingling at the mouth of her vagina, ravishing her now defenseless genitals mercilessly. She moaned openly and suddenly saw Annette squirming further down beneath her… drawing her slender white legs back to her breasts so that her own moist cunt was completely exposed to her… only inches from her face.

And then, it happened! Sir Launcelot mounted her… his muscular, furry body crowding in toward her buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips. The beautiful animal's lashing, wet tongue had set her loins ablaze again with desire and as she turned her head she caught the entire reflection of their obscene act in a full-length wall mirror; the sight of the splendid beast mounting the sensuously spread spheres of her soft white buttocks, and the vision of Annette lying on her back with her thighs pulled back in lewd presentation of her open cuntal passage to be licked sending untold licentious passion spiraling through her mind and body.

She saw the reflection of Launcelot's massive, glistening, coral penis shoot forth from its long sheath, wet and hard, the tapered end slipping and dancing in the moist furrow of her cunt, and she felt the strong animal body jerk against her as he tried to penetrate her vagina with the thick, pointed shaft.

"Help him, cherie," Annette instructed as she, too, watched in lewd delight their lascivious reflection in the mirror, her hand slipping down between her raised thighs to probe and rub and tweak, her long index finger finally easing in and out, in and out, in and out, between the wet lubricated lips of her gently contracting vagina.

With an unrestrained moan, Madeleine shifted her round, white buttocks in searching little circles attempting to capture Launcelot's lengthening prick, the tension within her mounting to a near unbearable peak. She wanted the long slippery shaft inside her… had to have it inside her before she lost her mind with her building need. Frantically, she reached down through the beautiful arch of her thighs and crotch, grasping the moist, rubbery spear of hard animal flesh and guided its throbbing tip toward her pink, damp vagina. Immediately, he thrust, spreading her slightly opened cunt wider and wider as with a snarl he buried his long animal cock deep up into the squirming pink hole between her legs.

"Aaaaggghhhhhh!" she grunted gutturally, her breath literally bursting from her lungs. "Oooohhhhggggggg!"

Annette watched in lustful fascination as the thick scarlet shaft slithered forward with a wet charge until it was sunk to the hilt, Launcelot's hairy balls swinging lewdly down beneath Madeleine's damp raven pubic hair.

"Oh… Oh… Mon Dieu!" Madeleine moaned, her eyes wide but glazed as the brute fucked into her from behind while she stared down at Annette's several fingers moving sleekly in and out of her own pink, wide-split cunt. "Oooohhh… oooohhhhh… ooohhhhh," she chanted, almost in relief as she began to move backward rhythmically to meet the animal's powerful, long strokes into her.