Jon Reskind - Caesar conquers book III

He'd had no problem getting away from his party! Putting Frank Clifford in charge, he'd used the excuse that he wanted to investigate a distance into the ravine for signs, and that he'd join up with them later on the other side of Wiley's Stream. His plan, of course, was to double back and sight Mark Blakely's group from a perfect ambush point he was well familiar with… but what the hell… here he'd stumbled onto Blakely's wife, along with that Goddamned writer's doll!

Shit, he'd almost tumbled out of the saddle when he spotted them. After all, they didn't exactly compose the scene a man expected to find in the depths of this friggin' wild country! But there was hardly time to speculate on why, or what the hell they were doing there; only that they were starting to scale the accessible bank was important! And the Goddamned cave where those three teenaged punks were holed-up was directly above them! What the hell, there was nothing to do but join them and revamp his plans! The deputy was going to win a few more minutes reprieve…!

"The horse… will it be all right?" Jean anxiously questioned the big lawman.

"Don't worry, it'll take care of itself," Morgan replied, his mean eyes ogling Jean's appealing curves the tight slacks and shirt were temptingly enhancing. The ripely pointed mounds of her firm breasts were straining the shirt-front, while the slacks were stretched tautly over the smooth, rounded ovals of her buttocks and across the small swelling of her belly, snugly clinging to the puffy "vee" at the adjoining angle her voluptuously full thighs formed. He couldn't help but remember her naked beauty. The night he'd fucked her at Lydia's! Christ…! "The question is, what're you girls up to in these hills?" he probed, though a crazy Goddamned answer was already forming in his tired brain.

"We… we were hiking and got lost," Carol quickly put in when she saw Jean struggling for words.

"Y-Yes… that's it… we got lost!" Jean followed, nodding her pony-tailed head.

A grin stretched the police chief's lips. He shifted his glance to the vivacious, willowy brunette, his lustful eyes rakingly appraising her lissome, curved, young body. There was something fiery in her expression that intrigued him, even reminded him of Lydia Newell, that illusion alone enough to cause a stirring in his heavy loins. He said: "You ah… you don't expect me to believe that shit, do you? I mean, with a pack of wild raping dogs menacing these hills, you dollies just come out for a hike? Let's try another answer, what do you say?"

"I-I don't believe it's necessary for us to give you any explanations, Link Morgan!" Jean suddenly snapped at him, then turned to Carol. "Come on, let's get out of this place! The sun is shining again…!" She paused at the odd expression on her friend's attractive face. The brunette wife was looking beyond her toward the back of the cave, with her small, slender nose raised as if she were smelling something… "What is it, Carol…?"

Jean pivoted to follow the direction of her stare before the other could answer, noticing for the first time that the tunnel was quite deep and arched off to the right…! And… and there was some sort of light… a flickering light, similar to what a flame might cause…!

"D-Do you smell that, Jean?" Carol hesitatingly questioned, suddenly looking toward the big frame of a grinning Link Morgan. "I-It's marijuana… pot! Someone's back there…!"

When Jean swung around toward Morgan, he had picked up his rifle and was using it to point in the direction of the flickering light. "Too late now, girls," he growled, his voice undeniably threatening, his red-face an open leer. "I don't know what I'll wind up doing with you, but we'll decide that when the time comes. Get moving, both of you! Let's go back and join the company!"

"Oh… oh God, Jean…!" Carol frightenedly hesitated, grasping the young blonde wife's hand.

"Don't be afraid, Carol!" Jean bravely pretended, taking the brunette's small hand and holding it tightly in her equally tiny one, even as her flesh began to crawl at what might await them ahead. She'd already had experience with Link Morgan!

"Move!" the corrupt police chief barked, slapping them both luridly across their full buttocks, a lustful charge taunting his groin at the resilient give of their rounded ass-cheeks. "Maybe, we'll just have a party while we're making up our minds what to do with you bitches!"

They did, clinging to one another's hand, Jean stumbling once over an unseen rock, but quickly catching her balance. Then, as they rounded the bend in the hollowed-out cavern and the flickering light grew more illuminous, they saw them! Automatically, the two young wives halted side by side in shocked apprehension! Neither could find her voice… but before them, stretched out on what looked like soiled mattresses and blankets, lay three naked men… no… boys!

"Good God…!" Carol gasped, the words choking from her throat! "Wh-What is this…?"

Jean had yet to speak, but a myriad of unwanted reflections were racing through her brain! The three of them were little more than teenagers… and smoking crudely-made cigarettes in the candle light surrounding them! The small area reeked of the sweetish aroma, but it was not that as much as their lewd nakedness and the still unexplained attack upon her nights ago that sent clammy chills rippling upward along her spine! Somehow, at that horrifying moment, she knew that these were the three masked attackers Caesar had driven off that first night…!

"You dumb fucks!" Morgan vilely barked out from behind them, each young wife sensing her own particular reaction to the graphic four-letter word. "A whole Goddamned army could march in here and you pricks wouldn't know it!"

As if some authoritative monarch had spoken, the pair of trembling girls saw the three naked, teenaged boys bolt erect from their mattresses to face them open-mouthed, their eyes glazed with the effects of the marijuana.

Jean, as shocked as she was, couldn't keep her unbelieving stare from raking over their partially hardened young genitals, the thought lewdly occurring to her that they may well have been carrying on a homosexual orgy…!

"Geez, Chief… we didn't hear you, honest!" the tallest, a skinny, pimply-faced boy blurted out, obviously trying to focus his eyes on them as he absently clutched at his half-hard penis.

Carol had yet to accept the absolutely obscene spectacle as anything but a lurid nightmare! She clung to Jean's hand while she watched the thin, acne-faced youth fondling his naked, half-erect penis, as were the other two, and at the same time try to talk to the terrible man behind them! God almighty! What had they stumbled onto?

"By the looks of you cock-heads," Link Morgan obnoxiously spat, "you've not only been playing suck-suck, but you've been smoking up too much of my profits, damn you!" With that, he set down his rifle and cupped both Jean and Carol's rounded, full buttocks in his big hands, moving between them to force them forward into the hollowed-out, high-roofed enclosure. "But we'll settle that later. Right now, look what I brought along, luscious, tender cunt… and you boys ought to remember the blonde one, our noble deputy sheriff's wife?"

Link Morgan's obscene use of words, as well as his goatish hand manipulations, were not unfamiliar to Jean. Even so, she couldn't help the unwanted, acid-influenced sensations they set off in her trembling, soft belly. Though she was choked right up to her tonsils with unashamed fear, her immediate concern for Carol was foremost in her aghast mind. Jean continued to cling encouragingly to her friend's shaking hand, hoping to God that Carol would forgive her if they ever came out of this horror alive…!

"Yeah… I remember her, Chief!" the long-haired, runtish boy of the three exclaimed, lewdly working the foreskin of his semi-stiffened penis back and forth before Carol's fixed, disbelieving eyes! "She's the broad we were all going to rape, eh? You know, the night the Goddamned wild dog broke it up…!"