Jon Reskind - Caesar conquers book III

"You see what I mean?" Morgan roared. "I can't trust you cocksuckers!"

"Goddamn you, shut-up, Billy!" the third, a strong, well-built teenager ordered. "You want to get us all hung?"

"You're already hung, you pricks!" the police chief spat, sitting down on a rock-formation? "Maybe, we all are… but we're going to go out in a blaze of glory! Come on, damn you, strip these broads! I intend to have my cock sucked!"

With Link Morgan's foul-worded intentions ringing lewdly in her ears, Jean gazed regrettably into Carol's shocked eyes. God, had she not been such a stubborn fool; if only she'd turned back when her friend wanted to…! Yet, there was no power on earth that could have made her do that, she realized! But more horrible than all else, now she would never be able to warn Caesar…! Oh God…!

Suddenly, the thin, acne-faced boy whom Jean knew to be Leo Vincent, a local young hoodlum, began to jump up and down in an imbecilic sort of dance, causing his partially rigid, teenage penis and hanging testicles to luridly waggle and jounce. "I've got it, Chief!" he squealed in his drugged world. "I've got it! We'll get 'em high on pot first, then we'll have a real orgy!"

"Hey, that's wild!" Corky White, the bigger, good-looking brother of the runtish, long-haired one, agreed. "How about it, Chief…?"

"Fuck, I don't care what the hell you do with them!" Morgan spat, his cruel eyes reflecting the ungovernable lust again mounting inside him. "Just get 'em naked and give me the black-haired bitch! She's got that wild gleam in her eyes that I want to watch as she sucks me off!"

Carol sensed an unreasonable tremor flutter through her sensual loins and belly at the gross man's obscenely spewed words, even as their vile meaning nauseously registered in her horrified brain! Whether her nearly paralyzing fear was as much for her own welfare as Jean's, she didn't know at that point! The entire abominable scene was such an impossible nightmare! But of one thing she felt certain, Jean could well go absolutely berserk from the effects of pot on top of the LSD this brutal man had fed her…!

The naked, long-haired boy who someone had called Billy was confronting her then, grinning like an idiot while he filthily posed with his youthful genitals thrust forward, his hand lewdly massaging his now rigidly hardened young penis! To her left, laughingly hopping toward Jean with equally salacious gestures, was the bigger, well-built brother, his long, thick teenaged cock formidably poling out from his obscenely clutching fist, while the third sat nakedly on the mattress singing and rolling the mind-bending weed into joints!

"Oh God…!" Carol gasped as Corky White suddenly began to pull at her clothing and she half-twisted to look pleadingly toward the evilly watching Link Morgan. "Please… do whatever you want to me, but Jean… she's still not herself from the LSD! Marijuana could permanently damage her…!"

"You tug at my heart strings, cunt!" Morgan leered, watching with tired, lustful eyes as Corky half-tore the shirt from her, then shoved his fingers into the white lacy front of her sheer bra, ripping it away with one mean jerk! Her firm, white breasts rippled swayingly in their sudden release, and the long-haired boy eagerly clutched their rounded, ruby-nippled fullness in his dirty, clawlike hands, raising a goatish chuckle from the corrupt police chief. "Fuck her! How do you like to suck cock? That's all that interests me right now, baby!" Morgan taunted, while her drug-affected tormentor suddenly half-squatted to luridly suck the tender, pointed tip of one breast into his tonguing, teeth-nibbling mouth!

"Oh… oh please…!" Jean heard Carol whimper out in pain and tried to turn and help her. But it was futile! The naked, strapping boy who had immediately dropped onto his knees before her and was lewdly pulling down her slacks and panties had already dug his strong fingers into the soft, sensitive flesh of her nakedly exposed hips! And as she stood there totally helpless, her jerked-down clothing fettering her below the knees, he forced her to shamefully spread her legs as he buried his teenaged, good-looking face between her trembling thighs into her defenselessly naked loins!

Even in her fear-stricken state, Jean couldn't deny the erotic sensations that surged from her sensuous vaginal flesh through her convulsing belly and upward to her brain, at the lustfully shocking penetration of his hot, wet tongue between her pussy-lips! She not only felt, but watched his young face nestled to her loins, the unmerciful contact of his hotly lashing, ravaging tongue with her spasming clitoris completely distorting her mental capacities! Yet, somehow, she restrained the urge to reach down and clutch at his head… to pull his youthfully handsome face tighter into her rapidly firing cunt which had continuously simmered with insatiable want since they had drugged her…!

The Goddamned wild sight was more lustfully stimulating than Morgan had conceived it! The three bare-assed drug-freaks had stripped the pair of luscious bitches completely naked and were doing every filthy thing to them their warped brains could imagine! Screw! After the ball-draining session with Lydia and Annie, he'd doubted that he'd ever get a hard-on again, but there he sat with his hugely throbbing cock swollen as rigid as a wagon-tongue! Christ…! What the hell was he going to do with them… not only the broads, but those half-queer pot-heads, when he was finished with them? Kill 'em? What else? All five were a destructive menace to his existence! Shit… he'd take care of that when the time came… but right now…?

His mean eyes burned as they stared at the way Corky White was making Blakely's wife stand with her shapely white legs spread wide apart, his fucking face buried in her blonde-curled cunt! But it was the pimply-faced Vincent who'd kneeled behind her and was making her spread her rounded, full ass-cheeks for him so that he could lick her little asshole that was really sending the evil-minded police chief! And his potential cock-sucker, in all of her willowy, supple nakedness, standing spread-legged while the long-haired Billy ate her pussy and simultaneously, finger-fucked her ass-hole! Christ! He had to get in on this act, himself…!

"Okay… the pot… the pot!" Leo Vincent suddenly exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "It's the weed-time before we really set sail, eh?"

Carol sensed her naked, full-set breasts rising and falling in uncontrollable arousal as the long-haired teenager abruptly deserted her, the hotly tingling inner-flesh of her defenseless young pussy seething with the flames he had obscenely licked into being inside her! Then, he was thrusting a joint between her lips and pulling her down onto a mattress, as were the other two with Jean! Oh God…! There was no way to avoid the obscene things that were going to happen to them… to that, she was resigned… and maybe the pot, after all, was going to be a blessing… even for Jean…!

Deputy Sheriff Mark Blakely held up his hand to the men behind him and reined in his mount at the approaching rider. He recognized the man as Bill Watts, one of the hunters with Link Morgan's party, and waited for the other to get close enough to speak.

"Frank Clifford sent me, Mark," he said for greeting. "Something ain't right! Chief Morgan left us over an hour ago to do some lookin' on his own, he said. We were suppose to meet up with him on the other side of Wiley's Stream, but he should've been there quite a spell ago! Frank wants to know what he should do?"

Damn that Morgan! the young sheriff inwardly cursed. He'd given strict orders that they all stay together to avoid any mishaps, like what had happened to his father… "Frank's taken over for Morgan?" Mark questioned.

"Yep. That's what Link said," Bill Watts replied.