Jon Reskind - Caesar_s revenge book II

Beside Caesar, raced another huge, more shaggy, wolf-like dog; its vicious fangs and seething grey eyes depicted its wild ferocity. Caesar had chosen the animal from the pack with definite purpose in his uncanny brain. She-of-the-sheep and the brute-man had mistreated his golden mate, and there had been no way that he, Caesar, could help her. Later, they had carried her away in a speeding thing, and try as he did, he could not follow their swiftness. Instead, he had returned to his pack, commanding the grey-one to follow him.

Now, she of the sheep moved in his world. It would be different, he instinctively knew, the most ancient of all precepts intuitively driving him… lex talionis… the law of retaliation…!

Lydia couldn't help the irked uneasiness she was beginning to feel at not seeing Mark's car before this. Ordinarily, at this time of morning, he was buzzing along the backroads in regular patroling duty, and she would have spotted him at least a half-dozen times. Perhaps, he'd gotten tied up in town for a while… or maybe the accident of his little bitch-wife had interfered with his schedule. Damn him, whatever, she had no intentions of returning to the ranch until she'd confronted him with the pictures in her pocket, then made her own demands! He was going to find out that lusty Lydia usually got what she wanted… and once she did, no one took it from her!

Damn… she was hot, too! Riding western-style above the saddle for any distance had always exhausted her legs, and for the last ten-minutes she'd been forced to re-seat herself, the provocative massaging to her naked young loins immediately re-firing her sensual excitement. If she kept it up she was going to slip into a series of uncontrollable orgasms for sure, and this morning she definitely did not want that to happen before she got to young Mark Blakely!

She reined the big roan to a halt, looking around for a vantage point where she could dismount and not readily be noticed, even by a chancing glance. The perfect place presented itself to her searching green-eyes… a tiny alcove with rock-formations, grass for Gallant Red, and a backdrop of dense wood. Pleased, the auburn-haired girl headed for it.

Swinging down from her mounts, Lydia loosely tethered Gallant Red behind a near-concealing rock, then surveyed the almost deserted, panoramic landscape. With the exception of a pick-up truck, she saw nothing moving, especially a black and white deputy sheriff car. Goddamn! She thought, reaching into her deep shirt-pockets. Feeling the pictures, she brought them out and began to lewdly examine them once more. God… she was a deliciously beautiful young bitch, that Jean Blakely… and the way she had licked and sucked her pussy under the influence of the mind warping LSD last night! Just the remembering thought sent tiny spasms of shimmering lust stabbing through her aroused young loins and heated, soft belly. It wasn't over between them yet, regardless of the outcome with Mark! She had to have more of the delectable young creature's cunt and tongue!

She sensed the uneasy pressure within her and glanced around for a place to relieve herself. Not wanting to curtail her view, she chose a small rock and moved behind it, lifting her leather skirt to lower herself into an obscenely squatting position, the group of pictures and negatives in her hand. She continued to glance at the salacious reproductions of their orgy while the gushing little stream flowing from her cunt sent further tingles of licentious arousal rippling through her. Relieving herself in the open this way had always turned her on, like a little girl squatting behind a bush in the front yard, certain that no one could see her… but the wildly lust-charging snapshots in her hand were adding much to the sensation. Damn, there was something absolutely erotic in pissing, with her skirt up like this, she tremoringly thought, making no effort to expedite, or shorten her moment of sensual delight…

And she was still in that exposed, squatting stance when the vicious growl filled her ears like a building roar of thunder! Physically unmoving, Lydia Newell raised her widening, green-eyes in immediate apprehension, the huge german shepherd dog standing not ten-feet in front of her with its barred fangs gleaming, causing the blood in her veins to figuratively turn to ice! Had she not recognized the beast, she would have recognized the golden medallion that hung from her powerful neck!

Caesar! The wild-pack leader! Oh… oh my dear Goddd!

The other greyish brute slunk from the shadow of the wood then, and Lydia heard the whimper chokingly bubble up from somewhere deep inside her. She started to move, her nakedly exposed legs growing numb from their now-strained position, but the herculean dog's warning snarl froze her there, and it was that very guttural sound that sent Gallant Red galloping off in the wild-eyed fright down the slope!

The immense brute moved sleekly toward her, fangs still bared, its amber-glowing eyes like something out of a Greek-myth as she squatted openly in her obscenely widespread position, the very fear of life and death raging through her! She fell backwards before the stalking, on-coming beast, her frantic brain trying to conceive some way of passifying its ferocity! And then… she remembered Annie Purcell, and what Jean Blakely had unwittingly told them the night before! Slowly, but intentionally, she raised her long legs, drawing them back to luridly present her nakedly exposed, young loins before the vicious brute. She even undulated them teasingly, as if she were offering them to a man, feeling the warm mud her urine and the earth had mushed beneath her lower, naked back!

God almighty! He'd kill her! Between them, they'd tear her to pieces! Uncontrollably, she whimpered aloud, the pictures falling from her hand in fear-filled desperation, nothing else mattering except that she come through this terror alive!

Caesar moved over and around her in hated rage. Mental flicks of similar anger from ages long passed flickered through his unearthly brain. He raised his head and growled once to bring the other shaggy-haired beast who was his companion between her raised white legs. Fury rampaged within his powerful canine body. They had tormented his golden-one, used her in ways that greatly displeased him! This female one of the sheep was evil, and she must know his vengeance measure for measure! Lex talionis! Again, he commandingly growled, and the grey dog moved forward; his heavily parting tongue hanging wetly in anticipation from his open mouth…

Never in her spoiled young life had Lydia Newell actually known true, rank fear! But she did at that moment, as she cringed her body down in the mud produced from her own urine, her shapely white legs drawn back, her trembling, taut buttocks raised to obscenely display her vulnerable, hair-fringed loins before the pair of feral brutes threateningly encircling her! She gasped in near-hysteria at the grey, wolfish animal moving between her lewdly drawn-back thighs, his huge, vicious-appearing head not inches above her nakedly defenseless vagina! She stole a frantic glance at the immobile statue of Caesar standing off to one-side as if judgingly watching, but then her eyes quickly fastened once more on the menacing beast centered between her widely-parted legs!

"Oooooohhhhh!" she gasped out as the wolf-like brute lowered its head and licked out with his hotly ravaging tongue, its wet heat saturating her helpless young loins like a sudden jolt of lightning! Twice more, she cried aloud in confused fright as the mighty dog obscenely flicked its wetly burning tongue into the sensitive intimacy of her unprotected cunt lips!

"Oooohhh… oooooohhhh… my God… my God…!" Lydia gutturally moaned, her entire panic-stricken body quaking uncontrollably beneath the beastial tonguing of the massive grey-dog! It sliced through the thinly moistened crevice separating the ragged, hair-lined lips of her cunt like a searing, flexible blade! With raised head and dreading eyes, she saw her teeny, erect clitoris frantically quivering! God, if it could scream, it would, she thought insanely as the brute continued to splay her pink cunt-flesh wide open with its hot, rapaciously licking tongue!