Tonto had clawed the flesh of her belly, bitten her neck. He licked these wounds now, repentant, hoping she'd awaken soon, prove she would not die. He licked her crotch.

For perhaps an hour, she had moved not at all. (Tonto had only a rudimentary grasp of time, but the presence, which shared his thoughts, brought a clarity of mind Tonto did not comprehend, nor understand. Even resting in the background, as the presence did now, clarity remained.) Worse, she had bled. The normally white liquid leaking between her legs ebbed out in crimson swells, staining the ground beneath her. As he had licked her clean, however, the bleeding slowed. Ten minutes ago it had stopped.

Tonto looked at the sky. Six o'clock, maybe? Closer to seven. He arose and looked at Laura's watch, read the hands as seven-eighteen. Two hours to sunset. He used the passing minutes to cover her up, working the ruined dress over her breasts. The straps he could do nothing about. He thought quickly of catching one final look at her breasts (rather the presence did), but let that temptation pass.

He lay beside her on the ground, head on her lap, tail slowly thumping. She breathed easier now, stomach rising and falling, the soft snorting she earlier evinced, gone. He rose and pulled at her hem, managing to get her measurably covered. He lay again with his head on her lap. More time passed.

The first crickets of evening began to whir when a stir ran beneath his muzzle. Tonto looked up. He stood. Making a final check of the clearing, he shook his head and marched into the trees to the girl's right. For a moment he looked back, then disappearing into the forest, he could not be heard.

Chapter 1

Laura dreamt of Jimmy Compton.

She was in his Dodge Charger again, in the back seat, his hand down her pants and inside her panties, the middle finger splitting her lips. "Wait!" she pleaded. "Please!" She wrestled beneath him and succeeded only in further opening her legs. The finger dove inside.

"Jimmy! No!"

Jimmy savaged her neck, raising not one, but three separate love bites. Her bra was undone and two more were on her left breast, either side of her nipple. Her nipple was wet.

"Jimmy, please!"

Jimmy pulled away in frustration, hissing: "Jesus, Laura! I thought you were ready!"

"I am!" she protested. "Just please, slow down!"

Jimmy went back to her neck. "Don't fucking tease me, Laura! I hate being teased."

Laura struggled against his hand. There were two fingers inside her now. "You're hurting me!" she pleaded.

Jimmy put another love bite on her shoulder, right at her neck, and Laura scrunched herself up. "No!" she cried. "People can see!"

Jimmy only laughed.

"Jimmy!"

Then his mouth was on hers and his tongue inside, and even though angry and hurt, Laura had to respond. Her muscles relaxed and her thighs fell apart, and instead of pushing away his hands, she wrapped her arms around Jimmy's neck and kissed him hard. Jimmy became totally inflamed.

"Jesus!" he hissed, moving the two fingers inside her. "You are so hot!"

Laura, her heart racing like a horse, her hormones unreigned, worked Jimmy's tongue with her own tongue, and his fingers with her crotch.

"Jesus!" he hissed again. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" Then Laura's top was over her head and her bra swept aside, and then Jimmy was struggling with her jeans and pulling them down. Laura raced along in this whirlwind, her bloodstream aflame, her mind out of control. When he thrust open her legs and thrust himself inside, she wrapped her entire body around him and fucked.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Jimmy! Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod!"

Jimmy slammed her up and down on the seat.

"Oh, my God, Jimmy! Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod! Jimmy!"

Then he was coming and Laura was coming and there was no condom between her and his sperm, brutally hot and burning, flowed into her womb. "Ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod!" she wailed. She bit his shoulder and he bit hers and Laura went through her first orgasm and another one too. When Jimmy collapsed Laura continued to come and came for seemed like ever. Then she too, collapsed

While Laura lay resting, panting and covered in sweat (or sometime within the next seventy-two hours), sperm fertilized her microscopic egg and her first child conceived. The zygote worked steadily through her fallopian tube and into her uterus, where it burrowed into the soft inner wall. Her hormones changed. Her body changed. Everything changed.

Chapter 2

Not fully conscious, Laura struggled against the rope, succeeded only in further skinning her wrists. She groaned miserably, struggling more. "Please," she murmured.

Something touched her shoulder.

Laura started to scream but the touch became a gentle hand and a young girl's voice said, "It's okay. I'm here to help you." She told Laura not to struggle because it would only make matters worse. Laura broke into sobs instead. She begged: "Please! Please get me loose!"

"I will. But don't struggle," the voice said gently again. "You're bleeding."

Delicate fingers touched her wrists, though Laura felt nothing.

"I'll try not to hurt you," said the young girl. "But this rope is tight. And something's been at it." The loop around her right wrist loosened and Laura, overcome with joy, let her arm fall to the ground. She had no choice: The muscles were useless. The other arm fell and Laura continued to sob.

The girl came around the tree on her hands and knees and took Laura in her arms. "It's okay," she said, rubbing Laura's shoulders and biceps. "You're loose now."

The girl appeared to be Laura's age, maybe a little older, with wavy brown hair and huge, expressive brown eyes. Her hair was cut two inches above her shoulders, parted in the middle and pulled back on either sides. She had high cheekbones and a thin nose, a wide mouth, and lightly freckled skin. She was dressed plainly in a sleeveless white shirt, khaki shorts, and open-toed sandals. Weeping with joy, Laura let herself be cradled.

"I got you," the girl said. "I got you. Cry, okay? Cry all you want." The girl pushed back Laura's hair. "You're all right. I promise."

Laura could not say a word, only weep. She wept a very long time.

"You've been raped," the girl said. "I have to get you to a hospital. Can you stand?"

Still weeping, Laura shook her head.

Carefully, the girl placed the straps of Laura's sundress over her shoulders and buttoned them to the front. She lowered the dress's hem. She held Laura in her arms. "My name is Susan," she said.

Laura whispered her own name, and then, "Thank you so much." She sobbed. "I thought I would die here."

Susan held Laura's head against her bosom, stroked her tangled hair. "Who did this?" she said.

Laura shook her head slowly.

The girl was still. "I'm sorry," she said. "I guess I know who."

Laura continued to weep. "You're...you're Bruce's sister?"

Susan sighed. "Yes," she said, as though being Hitler's sister were better.

Laura said, "He tied me up."

"He does that," Susan said. "Ties people up."

To exhausted for anger, Laura whispered: "He's done this before?"

The girl nodded.

Laura sobbed even deeper. "Why? How can you let him? He..." Her words trailed away. How could she ever explain?

Susan stroked her hair and sighed. "I am so sorry, Laura."

Laura clutched to Susan's chest. "I want to know. Tell me"

Susan, eyes sad and gleaming with tears, shook her head. "Later. Let's get you back to the house." She started to rise.

Laura, remembering suddenly, looked around.

"It's okay. He's not here. Not now."

"No," Laura said, letting herself be pulled up, but continuing to look. "Your dog."

Susan looked at her, blankly..

"Tonto. Your dog."

Susan shook her head. "I don't have a dog."

Laura was confused. "You don't?"

"Not that I know of," Susan said. Just the same, she looked around. "Can you walk?"

Her legs uncertain, Laura tried a step. Then another. She said: "Bruce had a dog. He said so."

"Okay."

"Did you see one?"

"No, Laura. I didn't." Susan looked concerned. "Is it important?"

Laura's face grew hot. She changed the subject. "I don't think I can walk," she said. Her legs were very shaky.

Susan grinned, softly. "I could carry you. Piggy-back."

Laura managed a laugh. "No," she said. "Let me just stand here awhile. Get my balance." She tried halfheartedly to straighten her dress, each movement making her balance shift. She felt drunk like a sailor. Adjusting the top made her abraded nipples scream.

"Here," Susan said, placing her fingers beneath each strap and pulling out the front. "Better?"

Laura laughed/sobbed. "Can you keep it like that forever?" She adjusted the waist and then the hem, trying, unsuccessfully, to smooth the wrinkles. The dress was terminally ill. Light-headed, she backed against the tree.

Susan moved in against her, held her about the waist. "Take all the time you need, okay? I won't let you fall."

A deep ache pulsed in Laura's gut, cycling up and down like a sick heartbeat. Her left nipple ached fiercely. The feeling between her legs was indescribable.

"Maybe you should sit down," Susan advised.

Laura shook her head. She had sat all day. "It's passing," she said. She looked apprehensively at the ground, remembering the oil slick of sperm, but saw nothing. Other than being leveled by her rear end and thighs, the grass was untouched. Stranger yet, there were no signs of the ground being hoofed, by either the goat or by Tonto, which Laura distinctly remembered.

"When was the last time you ate?" Susan asked. "Had something to drink?"

Laura couldn't remember. Ages. Years.

"Are your parents home?" Susan asked.

"No," Laura said. She had to concentrate. "Not until tomorrow morning. Probably."

Susan was incredulous. "You're alone?"

Laura nodded. Again she looked around. Had she dreamt it? No. There was no doubting the feel of her crotch. She explained about her parents.

"Poor Jeremy," Susan said. "It must be so tough. On all of you." She guided Laura away from the tree, a hand on her left hip, the other holding her biceps. Her knees like worn out hinges, Laura trudged alongside. Seeing the volume of poetry, Susan bent to pick it up.

"Thank you," Laura said. She clutched the book to her chest. Tears spill from the corners of both eyes.

They went slowly down the hill, side-stepping a stump rotten with termites, skirting a fence post overgrown with poison ivy. Strands of twisted and sprung barbed wire showed amongst the leaves. They came to a graveled driveway.

Susan said, "We'll get you to the house and into bed, okay. Then the police. I'm sure they'll want to collect evidence."

Laura started. "What?"

Compassion pinched Susan's face. "I know, okay? How awful that sounds. Getting raped is bad enough, believe me; having them do that to you afterwards..." Susan gave a shudder. "I understand how you feel."

Oh no you don't, Laura thought, miserably.

Susan continued. "My cousin's a rape crisis counselor and the first thing they tell you is not to clean up."

Laura was close to panic. Examination? Tell a doctor what had really happened? The police? "No!" she exclaimed. "No police!"

Susan halted. "What?"

Laura's voice became shrill. "No doctors! No police!"

Susan shook her head. "You've been raped, Laura. Tied to a tree. Have you seen your back?" Her voice was tight with dismay. "The little bastard's a monster."

Laura shook her head violently. Horrid images--both of what lay behind, and what lay ahead-- shut down her mind. "It--it wasn't Bruce," she stuttered.

Susan became still.

"He tied me up--" Laura suddenly gagged and nearly retched "--but he didn't rape me."

"Then who?"

Laura shook her.

"Laura--"

"Please!"

Distraught and angry, Susan said: "You have to tell them! You were raped within a hundred feet from my house." Her voice quavered. "It could just as easily been me ."

Tears flowing down both cheeks, Laura shook her head. "You don't understand," she sobbed.

"Then tell me!"

"I can't. It's too--" Laura broke down completely, racking with sobs. Only quick movement by Susan kept her from falling. "Okay, okay. Let's get you to the house."

They stumbled along the driveway, Laura clutching the book to her chest, Susan supporting her around the middle. Behind them, unseen by either, a huge black wolf moved into the clearing and watched, eyes blackly intent.

Chapter 3

"He's learned a new trick," Susan said, inspecting Laura's mouth. Her palate and tongue were badly lacerated, the gums swollen and red. "This will hurt," she warned. She swabbed the inside of Laura's mouth with Listerine. It was the only disinfectant she had.

Laura eyes watered. "Ouw!" she cried. "Id ingz!" She closed her mouth, grimacing. Susan dabbed the corners with Vaseline. "That hurts too," she said, smiling bravely.

"I bet."

They were in the bathroom, Laura sitting on the toilet, Susan administering aid. Beyond a sliding glass door to Laura's left was a large jacuzzi, built into a cedar deck. A ledge of imitation marble--she assumed it was imitation-- bordered the jacuzzi on three sides. The fourth side was open, with a pair of stainless steel railings leading down. Surrounding the tub were two wooden deck chairs and a chaise lounge, and a circular table with chairs, also of cedar. An open umbrella gave shade.

"Nice house," Laura said.

Susan smiled. She was smaller than Laura, barely five feet tall, thin, with almost no breasts. Laura outweighed her, she guessed, by nearly twenty pounds. Still, Susan was a beautiful girl.

Opening a container of wipes, Susan pulled free half a dozen and set about cleaning Laura's face. It was a challenge. A plastic headband kept Laura's tangled hair out of her way while she worked, and Laura watched her with cheerless eyes.

"That should feel better, huh?" Susan said. She removed grit and perspiration, bark from the tree and ruined mascara. The clean wipes turned black.

"You just don't know," Laura sighed.

They had entered through the back door, into a rustic but modernly equipped kitchen. The cabin was impressively large- -twice the size of Laura's--with all the furniture new and well chosen for comfort. Area rugs covered burnished hardwood floors throughout most of the house; Susan's room was carpeted.

"Thank you for saving me," Laura whispered.

Susan shook her head. "I still can't believe I heard nothing," she said. "I've been here all day."

Laura thought of her ear-splintering wails, Tonto's howls. Her face reddened. "Most of the time I was gagged with the rock," she said. I didn't get it out until..." she shrugged.

Susan paused in her cleaning. Disquiet crossed her face. "I almost drove to the camp store," she said. "I have a friend who's teaching me to repel." She looked through the sliding glass door and down the gravel driveway. "We climb Annapolis Rock--the base of it anyway--about ten miles farther down the road. I wouldn't have been back until late." She shrugged. "If at all."

Laura's stomach clenched. "I'm certainly glad you didn't," she said. She followed Susan's gaze out the glass door. "What changed your mind?"

Susan's brow furrowed. "That's the weird thing. I heard a wolf. What I thought was a wolf. Sounded like the biggest wolf in the world."

Laura blinked. "A wolf?"

"Yeah. It woke me up."

Then she did hear, Laura thought. If not herself, then Tonto.

"For a time I just sat by the window, looking out." She laughed. "I locked all the doors."

Laura lowered her eyes. "It was the dog," she said.

"The dog?"

Laura nodded. "He saved my life. I guess. He got the bandana off my mouth and undid my feet. It was his howling the woke you up. If not for that him, I'd still be there."

Susan removed the headband and worked Laura's hopeless bangs with a comb. "It was the dog that howled?"

"Ouch! Yes."

"Sorry," Susan said, picking up a brush instead. "Anyway, he scared the crap out of me." She unthreaded one especially bad knot with her fingertips. "I'd like to meet this dog. He sounds amazing."

Oh no, you wouldn't!

Laura changed the subject. "I can't remember it ever being this bad," she said, peeking upward through her hair. "Even when I don't wear a helmet."

"You ride?"

"My brother has a Honda."

"One of those space-rocket bikes," Susan said, with disgust. "I've seen it. I hate it when guys blast past me at a hundred miles an hour. Even in the back seat I pee my pants. They need to be outlawed."

Laura said: "You ride?"

Susan disentangled another clump. "Only with Bruce."

Laura hesitated. "Your ten year old brother?"

Susan paused. Her eyes went momentarily dark. "He's not as young as you think," she said, touching Laura's shoulder. She paused again. "He's twenty-six."

Laura shook her head. "Were not talking about the same person," she said. "This was just a boy."

Susan stepped back. Looking at Laura for a long moment, she said: "You're not the only one he's done this too." She unbuttoned the top four buttons of her shirt, turned sideways and showed Laura her back. It was scarred.

"Oh my God!" Laura whispered. She put her hands over her mouth.

"That's why I want you to call the police. Let someone else deal with him."

"He did that? Your brother?"

"How was he dressed?"

"Uh--"

"Black and white cowboy outfit with a ten gallon hat?"

Laura stared.

"Six guns on his hips?" She touched her own hips.

Laura nodded.

"That's my brother."

Laura shook her head. "But he's--"

"Young?"

Laura shook her head, then nodded.

"Twenty-six. Six years older me."

"But--"

Susan asked bluntly: "Did he show you his penis?"

Laura blinked. "Not exactly," she muttered. She felt herself redden. "I saw it through his pants."

"Typical of a ten year old, you think?"

Laura shook her head. "I can't believe... I mean--"

"Would you like to see something?" Susan said.

Laura wanted nothing but to go home, but she nodded.

"Come on." Susan helped her up by the hand. "This you will just love."

They went down the hallway to Susan's bedroom. It was a bright and airy room with pastel wallpaper on three walls, the fourth wall painted a soft blue. Windows in two adjoining walls admitted plenty of light. A trim double-size bed sat beneath one window with matching end tables and lamps either side. A vanity with mirror sat opposite the bed, an expensive looking oaken dresser and wardrobe against the other. A Compaq computer complete with printer sat atop a table in one corner, a wide screen TV in the other. Laura was surprised by the room's fastidiousness. Her own bedroom was festooned with discarded clothing and paper plates. She'd be embarrassed to have it seen.

They crossed to the bed and Susan lifted the head covers and Laura gasped. Dangling from the headboards thick wooden post was a leather strap, a wrist cuff attached. Made from leather and lined with yellow fur, it was obviously well used. "Oh, my God," she whispered. "Susan!"

Kneeling on the mattress and reaching to the opposite side, Susan brought up an identical leather cuff; they were at the foot of the bed also.

Laura backed away, hands over her mouth. "Susan!"

"Welcome to the Adirondack's, Laura."

Chapter 4

"I don't know what to do," Laura said.

They were back in the bathroom, Susan drawing a hot bath. Laura leaned against the bathroom wall, terribly exhausted.

"If you won't go to the police," Susan said, "the least you deserve is a bath." Susan looked up. "You need a good long one too."

Laura pushed back her hair. She needed a lot of things. "I could never--" she began. She swallowed hard. "You don't know the things I did, Susan. What happened today."

Susan added a lid full of bubble bath and stirred the water. Pink foam blossomed beneath the faucet, spreading quickly across the tub. "Maybe not," she admitted. "But it can't be worse than I think."

Laura shook her head. "You're wrong."

Susan rose and shook off her hands. "I fucked a wolf," she said. "And a horse. Can you top that?"

Laura's jaw dropped and her eyes popped wide.

"You've known Bruce one day," Susan said, leaving the rest unsaid.

Laura whispered, "I am so sorry."

Susan wouldn't meet her eyes. She bent and turned off the water. "I'm sorry too."

Laura crossed the room and put her arms around Susan's waist, hugging her tight. Susan gripped her back. "I'm sorry for us both," Laura said, crying. "How long has this been going on?"

"As long as I can remember. Six, maybe before."

Laura was aghast. "Six years old? You've never told?"

"Just you."

"What about you're parents?"

Susan went stiff. "Gone since I was twelve. Bruce was eighteen." Her face became hard. "He applied for custodial care and the court turned me over. We've been alone ever since."

"Susan! An eighteen year old? How could they?"

"They shouldn't have," she said resignedly. "But you don't know Bruce. What Bruce wants, Bruce gets. Always."

Laura considered her next question. "You're parents?"

Susan sighed again. She held Laura's forearms. "Disappeared. Here one night, missing the next." Her face became weary. "Bruce said they ran away."

Laura only blinked.

Susan nodded. "No one's seen them since."

"Are they..."

Susan shook her head. "California, last we heard. LA. Bruce tracked them down with a private detective. That's what he says, anyway."

"You believe him?"

"I don't know what to believe."

The blanket of pink foam had began to settle and Susan dropped Laura's arms. "Into the tub, girl."

"Will you stay?"

"If you want me too."

"I don't want you to leave."

Susan nodded, lent a small grin. "Let's get this dress off you. It deserves to be burnt." She undid the left shoulder strap and Laura released the other. "I'll turn around if you like."

Laura was beyond embarrassment. "Don't be silly." She lowered the front of her dress.

Susan inhaled sharply. "Laura!"

Laura touched her swollen nipples. The left was twice the size of the right and bruised purple-black. Teeth marks were visible around the base and bruising reached halfway down her breast and left most of it yellowed. She removed the remnants of her panties and sat down on the commode. Urinating was fine in front of Susan, but definitely odd in front of the sliding glass door. There was no curtain.

What an odd place to put the deck, anyway, she thought. But in a way it made sense. The bathroom was a perfect adjunct, offering access to towels, the potty, the shower.

"You want something in that?" Susan offered, indicating Laura's Diet Coke. She had gotten it earlier.

"What?" Laura asked, liking anything to deaden the pain.

"Vodka?"

Laura smiled. "Please."

Susan went out and returned with a bottle of Smirnoff and two cans of soda. She topped off both their glasses, then added liquor to both. She crinkled her nose.

Laura reddened, flushed the toilet before getting up. "You weren't supposed to know," she said.

Susan laughed. Unbuttoning her shorts, she unzipped and lowered them to her knees. Then she lowered her panties. She also was hairless. "Hold this?" she said. Slightly embarrassed, Laura took her tumbler and watched as Susan took her place on the toilet, urinating in a loud, powerful stream. "I thought I would bust!" she said, laughing. She wiped herself, flushed the toilet, stood up and replaced her clothing.

Laura handed her the drink.

Susan said: "So what really happened, Laura?"

Laura could not speak.

Saying nothing, Susan turned Laura around and examined the angry welts--some half an inch high--on her back and shoulders. They were surrounded by myriad small cuts. Where the rope had encircled her wrists, flesh was worn off, leaving Laura with twin bracelets of red. Her ankles were equally raw. On her right thigh were two purple rope burns, one atop the other, and where Tonto had savaged the cord, half a dozen bite marks. Her left thigh was better.

What held them both silent and embarrassed, however, were the claw marks painting Laura's tummy, her thighs and her groin. For a time they looked at each other, then Susan helped her Laura into the tub. Laura settled to the bottom.

"This feels so good," she said, letting out a huge sigh.

Susan wound Laura's hair in a ball, rubber-banded it on top of her head. "Okay?" she said.

"Yes. Thank you."

"Let the bubbles do their thing, kiddo," Susan said. From the sink counter, she retrieved a bottle of Evian water brought from the kitchen. She removed the cap. "Drink this, okay?"

Laura gulped the water greedily down. She hiccupped. "I could drink five of these," she said, rolling the cool bottle over her forehead. "I'm dried out like a prune."

Susan said, "I'll get you another." She began to rise but Laura grabbed her arm.

"Don't leave me! Please."

Susan gripped her hand. "I won't." Then, with a sad grin: "We're inseparable, okay?"

"Promise?"

"Like Siamese twins."

Laura lay back and closed her eyes. "This is a horrible thing to ask," she said, keeping her eyes closed. "But did you ever want to screw your brother?" She looked over quickly. "Don't take offense? I just have to know."

Susan looked at the floor. "I always want to screw my brother," she said, sounding miserable, but unhurt by the question. "I can't not want to." She looked up. "With Bruce you have no control over what goes on in your own mind. He says to blow him and I can't wait to get on my knees. Tells me I'm bad and it's off with my jeans and over his lap to get spanked." She raised her eyebrows. "I've done that in public, you know. I've sucked him in public." Her mouth curved down in a dreadful grin. "I've even fucked him in front of my friends."

Laura felt her revulsion. "Jesus, Susan."

Both girls were quiet. Then Laura said: "I did a dog today."

Susan said nothing, but her eyes held pain.

"And a goat, Susan. And I wanted to."

Susan shook her head. "You don't have to do this."

"I do!" Laura cried, rising from the water. "I'll go crazy if I don't!" She burst into tears. "How could I want to do that?" she wailed, tears streaming down both cheeks. "With a dog? A goat!" She began to blubber. "I am so ashamed!"

Susan held her while misery racked Laura's chest. Speech was impossible. She could barely breathe.

"Believe me, Laura, you couldn't help it. Bruce does things that are impossible for a human being."

Laura hiccupped loudly. "But how?"

"He's--wait. You're supposed to be relaxing."

"I want to know!"

"Later. Right now, relax."

Painfully, Laura leaned back and settled to her chin in the bubbles. Susan stroked her forehead, held her around the shoulders with her left arm. Slowly, the swirling images began to drift away, and as her breathing deepened and slowed, Laura slept.

Chapter 5

"What time is it?"

Two minutes before, she had awoken to find Susan asleep, head down on her extended left arm. The water was clear of bubbles, tepid, and no longer a comfort. Her fingers looked like those of an eighty year old. It was dark outside.

"Nine o'clock," Susan said. She stretched, joints popping loudly.

Laura sat up. "Can I get out now?"

Susan laughed. "Of course you can get out." She pushed off the floor. "The first thing," she said, helping Laura stand, "is to find you something to wear." She shook her head preemptively. "That dress is going in the trash."

While Laura stepped from the tub onto the hook-latch bathroom rug, Susan removed a blue terry bathrobe from the back of the bathroom door, and, slipping it around the dripping girls shoulders, belted it closed at the waist. The bottom of Laura's hair hung over the robe's collar, raining droplets onto the floor. Otherwise the robe soaked her dry

"Thank you," Laura said, squeezing her hands. "You saved my life."

Susan shook her head. "Don't count your blessings. The evening's not over."

Laura shuddered. She looked out the sliding glass door. "I should go back to my cabin," she said. "Get some clothes. Call my mom and dad."

"In the dark? With Wolfman outside?" Susan laughed. "I think not."

"What if my parents come home?" Laura complained. "They'll go hysterical if I'm gone."

"They'll go twice as hysterical finding you tied to a tree," Susan said. "Me with you. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Laura gave a tired grin. "I should at least call the motel. Make sure they stayed."

"A good idea," Susan said. She led the way to her bedroom.

Laura paused in dialing the phone. "If your brother is out there, how much safer are we in the house?"

"We're not safe at all. Go ahead and dial."

Laura dialed 411 and after getting the number, dialed the Ramada Inn in Utica.

"Could you tell me if the Clane's have checked in?" she asked. "Room 211?" She grinned tiredly at Susan, formed an okay with her fingers. "No. I'll call later, thanks." She hung up.

Susan looked exasperated. "You didn't talk to them?"

"What would I say?" Laura said. "Hi, mom. Guess what I did this afternoon?" Her eyes teared. "I'd be bawling inside of two seconds."

Susan gave her a hug. "You're a brave girl, Laura Clane. You can handle it."

"Not as brave as you think." She sighed. "Please tell me what's going on."

Susan shook her head. "First we eat. Then I'll tell all."

For the first time in hours, Laura felt hunger stir. Food. She could do that.

On the way they passed a large room cluttered with exercise equipment. The machinery lined all four walls, pushed into the center of the room, leaving just enough room to get about.

"What's this?" Laura said, stopping outside the door. She identified a Stairmaster, a Bowflex Muscle Machine, and a Wellcraft treadmill. A press bench in the far corner held a barbell stacked with huge circular weights. Although she knew little of weight lifting, the barbell looked enormously heavy.

Susan looked around in amusement. "Our gymnasium," she said.

Laura looked at Susan more closely. "Looks more like a torture chamber."

Susan laughed. "Bruce's the fitness nut. I just watch." She took Laura by the hand and led her to the kitchen.

The walls were brick along the two exterior walls, paneled with barn siding on the two others. Laura could smell the wood, a deeply musk gray. A pair of counters came off at right angles from the refrigerator in the corner, the long counter incorporating a sink, dishwasher, stove and microwave oven. In a combination breakfast nook/work station in one corner sat another Compaq computer, complete with scanner and printer. Like every other room in the house, the kitchen was spotless.

Susan went to the refrigerator and opened the door. The shelves were completely stocked, everything from a sliced- in-half watermelon, to huge link sausages on a white Styrofoam tray.

"Wow," Laura said. Her own refrigerator was a wasteland compared to this. "Expecting a war?"

Laughing, Susan withdrew a package of smoked, sliced ham, white American cheese, and a bottle of Dijon mustard. "From two days ago," she said. "A major resupply. We stay up here all summer." She tore off a slice of ham. "Try?"

Laura took a bite. It was delicious. "This place is yours, then? The two of you? You own it?"

Susan nodded. Moving aside a tub of Land of Lakes margarine, she removed a three-pound container of potato salad and a tub of coleslaw. Balancing the food in one hand, she opened a wooden breadbox and withdrew a loaf of wheat bread. "Get the milk, okay?"

Laura chose two percent over Vitamin D, and together they carried the fixings to the counter. From one of the cabinets Susan removed a pair of white Chinette plates, two plastic tumblers, and a handful of napkins. "Silverware's there," she said, pointing to the drawers beside the refrigerator. "Plastic's okay."

Getting forks, spoons and knives from a cardboard box, Laura asked: "What does your brother do, anyway?"

Susan shook the bottle of mustard. "When he's not tying neighbor's to a tree?"

Laura reddened.

"He's a programmer." She indicated the Compaq workstation. "He writes security programs for banks, investment houses, the airlines." She laughed bitterly. "Even law enforcement. Right now he's testing Carnivore for the FBI." Susan licked mustard off her forefinger. "Carnivore lets them read peoples e-mail. Very controversial." She piled three pieces of ham onto each sandwich, added cheese, and said, "They had hearings before Congress to get it approved. Bruce is working out bugs."

Laura felt dazed. "If Bruce is such a hot programmer-- obviously he makes a lot of money--why chance it all on--" Laura shrugged.

Susan tucked hair behind her right ear. Filling her tumbler with milk, she took a bite of the sandwich, and then, thoughtfully, said: "Because he can, Laura. Look, Bruce is not like other people. In fact, he's like nothing else at all. He influences people when he talks, even when he's not trying to. When he is trying, when he wants something done in a certain way, something you might not want to do--" she grinned wryly "--he gives you a push. A mental push. Makes you think what he says is right, whether it's right or wrong. Usually it is anyway, because shit, Bruce is fucking brilliant."

Laura said, "ESP?"

"More than that." She wiped mustard from Laura's lip, licked it from her finger. "The push he uses for day-to-day stuff. Work." She looked at Laura, her eyes saying it all. "What he reserves for me--and now you too, I guess--is a whole lot different. More like a damned bazooka." She wiped the corner of Laura's mouth again, unexpectedly caressed her cheek. "You feel, you do, you see whatever he wants. Without question."

Laura blinked. "Like a dog? Goats?"

"Anything."

Laura shook her head.

Susan brushed off her hands. "He's not the monster you think," she said, trying, but unable to sound convincing. "Anyone else with his abilities would be a sadistic animal, which he isn't--usually. He kept me out of foster care, which I dreaded more than anything, and as you can see, I want for nothing." She gestured out the window. "I have a brand new Acura, all the clothes I can buy, and next semester I start my sophomore year at Boston College."

Laura said: "He ties you to the bed, Susan."

The briefest smile stole across Susan's face. "It's...not entirely against my will, Laura. Not always."

Laura blinked.

"Bruce was much worse as a kid," Susan said. "I lost my virginity at six. I had no say in anything I did, what friends I kept, or how I spent my time. A wrong look got me beaten or raped. He kept me tied to the bed for days at a time, until I was almost insane. I spent ninety percent of my time naked. I sucked his cock daily--everyday Laura!--and most of the time I slept in his bed."

She paused. Her face grew pinched. "Every day he found some excuse to beat me. Over his knee, on my bed, in the kitchen trying to cook dinner. I lived in constant fear." Her face tightened more, and her eyes teared. "He spanked me in front of my friends, in the car, in a restaurant once. He did it in a movie theater, once in the parking lot of my school, once he even did it in a mall. I was thirteen, Laura. Do you know how that feels?"

She took a deep breath, tried to regain her composure. "It finally stopped when I ran away from home. I got as far as Kansas before he caught up, and I threatened to jump off a bridge. I actually climbed the railing and hung over the side. I was hysterical. It was a hundred feet down with nothing below but railroad tracks."

Susan wiped her eyes and blew her nose in a napkin. Laura placed an arm around her waist, hugged Susan tightly. Suddenly there was a very strong and unsettling desire to hold Susan and kiss her.

"He can't control you past a certain point, Laura, if hysteria or terror block him out. I guess I had reached that point. Anyway, he promised to leave me alone, stop doing it in front of my friends. I told him I didn't believe him-- which I didn't of course, I didn't believe anything he said- -and he said he would rather jump off the bridge then let anything happen to me. You can imagine my joy. I screamed at him to jump."

Her crying was back under control, and Susan hugged Laura gratefully. "Thank you," she said. "I needed to say this." The hug went on so long both girls grew embarrassed. They parted. "Anyway, he didn't jump and I didn't jump, and he finally convinced me to calm down. Then I did as he said. The truth is, I expected to be beaten right there on the bridge, but he kept his word." She laughed. "He waited till we got back to the motel. After that, my spankings were done in the privacy of our home, with no audience, and only when I deserved it. When he said I deserved it. Anyway, he hasn't spanked me in over a year. I come and go as I please and only worry when he's in a really bad mood. The only condition is to put up with his special needs, when they arise."

Laura didn't want to ask. "Do I want to know what those are?"

Susan smiled, wryly. "I think you already know."

Laura sighed. "He sounds like a werewolf, Susan."

"That, I think, is exactly what Bruce is."

Chapter 6

Susan and Laura sat opposite the other at the kitchen nook. Susan's hands were clasped before her on the table, and she stared at them as she talked.

"Two summers ago, I came home from a trip to the camp store and got raped. Something came into the kitchen behind me while I was putting away supplies." She cast Laura a dread- eyed look. "I thought it was Bruce but when I turned there was nothing there. But I could hear it." She crossed her arms, shivering in remembrance. "I dropped the bag of flour and jumped onto the counter and started screaming for Bruce. The bag split open and sent flour across the floor in a fan, and as I watched--" she shivered again "--tracks appeared in it. Animal tracks. I screamed and jumped off the counter and tried to get my room, but the thing caught me in the hallway." Her voice faltered. "It raped me right there."

Laura closed her eyes. Gooseflesh erupted on both arms. "Oh, Susan."

Susan went on. "My clothes were torn completely away. Then it forced me onto my hands and knees and mounted me. I tried to fight, but its claws were like razors. When it gripped the back of my neck in its jaws..."

Laura shuddered from head to toe. "Jesus. How awful."

Susan blew out her breath. "Worse than what happened to you? You had to watch. I didn't."

Laura said nothing for a time. "What I thought was a goat and a dog were really your brother then?"

Susan agreed, though this was only partly true.

"And the little boy?"

Susan nodded.

Laura fingered the robe's lapel. "Fucking them wasn't my idea?"

"Unless you like beasts."

Laura shivered. She remembered her desperate feeling of loss for the dog, how the act of making love with it seemed so extraordinary. This was truly a dangerous man.

Susan poured another glass of milk. "Kind of rules going to the police. Or anyone else. But hey! Do enough kinky things, and you begin to enjoy it!"

Laura looked up sharply.

"Sorry. Bad attempt at humor."

"At least I'm not loosing my mind."

Susan met Laura's eyes. "It gets worse."

Laura didn't want to know

Very softly, Susan said: "What you said before is correct. In a way. Anyway you look at it, though, he'll take us both tonight. With or without our consent. It's a full moon."

Laura, her heart thudding hard and slow against her chest wall, looked out the window and saw the bulbous sphere of moon illuminating the landscape. The tree line at the edge of the property was clearly visible, as was the corner of her own cabin a hundred yards away. Something moved in the periphery of her vision, either shadow or cause, but when she looked the movement had stopped. If Bruce was out there- -in any of his guises--he couldn't be seen.

Chapter 7

Laura toed the warm water. "You're sure about this?"

They were outside on the deck, a small blue light over the door the only illumination. "I'm not sure of anything," Susan admitted, unbuttoning her top. "I just can't think of anything better."

Laura stepped into the water, placed both feet on the step. She was still encased in the blue robe, still nude underneath. "Seems like stomping up to a bear and batting him on the head," she said. She looked tensely into the darkness.

"I'd rather deal with him under halfway reasonable terms. Wouldn't you?"

Laura had to agree. All things considered, she thought. I'd rather be in Philadelphia. She looked back at Susan. "I am really scared," she said.

"So am I."

"I mean really scared."

Her shirt unbuttoned, Susan pulled out the tails, slipped the shirt back over her shoulders. She revealed tiny breasts clad in a lacy white bra. (Laura was alarmed by her slightness. You could count Susan's ribs.) She neatly folded and placed the shirt over the back of one of the chairs and reached behind her back. "Afraid to undress? Don't worry. No eyes other than mine and Bruce's will see you tonight."

Laura grumbled: "That's one pair too many."

"I've seen you naked already," Susan said.

"I wasn't talking about you."

Susan removed her brassiere. Small and white, their tiny nipples pointy and hard, her breasts lay sharply defined against Susan's otherwise tanned skin. Her bikini top had triangular-shaped cups. "It'll be okay," she said. In counterpoint to this, she shivered violently.

Laura shuffled uncomfortably. Somewhere to her right, an owl commented with a low, deep hoot. Another owl answered in the distance. "Right," she said.

Giving a small, tight grin, Susan said, "I'd rather not do this alone," then unbuckled her shorts, lowered the zipper, and unceremoniously stepped out of them. She folded and lay the shorts over her shirt. In one quick motion she removed her panties.

Feeling watched by a million eyes, Laura untied the belt and removed the robe. Nude, she stepped into the tub, lowered herself into the water and sat down. With her elbows on the hot tub's marble ledge, her nipples rested just on the water.

Susan stepped into the tub, settled opposite Susan, and her nipples also lay on the water.

This had to be designed by a man, Laura thought, then unintendedly smiled.

"What?"

Laura motioned back and forth between them. Susan looked down.

"I see. The height of the seat appears significant."

Laura smiled, wider.

Ruefully, Susan said: "Will men ever change?"

"Never!"

Reaching back, Susan turned the control to the On position and water surged from the jets. Soon the water was roiling hot.

After a time, Susan asked, "Were you a virgin?" Sweat stood out on both of their foreheads.

Laura shook her head. "I'm exactly what you could call experienced, either." Swishing her hands back and forth into the roiling flow, she sank lower. Her nipples disappeared. She continued down until only her nose remained above water. Loose, her hair floated away.

A tray with a pitcher of water and three glasses sat next to the jacuzzi. "Bruce will make us make love," Susan said, softly, filling a glass for them each. "You understand that?"

Laura nodded.

"Then he'll do us both."

Laura said, quietly, "I suppose so."

Susan lowered herself to her chin. "While he's in this state, all you can do is play along, hope for the best." She looked through the darkness. "Not that it's ever play." Then she gasped.

Laura swung violently around. At the edge of the deck, staring at them blackly, was a huge, pitch-black wolf. Four feet tall on its haunches, between two and three hundred pounds, the beast was the largest animal Laura had ever seen. Terrified, she scooted around to the other side, huddled against Susan. They watched the beast with huge and frightened eyes.

Out of nowhere, the wolf had just appeared.

"Jesus, Bruce!" Susan whispered. Her voice cracked. "You scared me to death." The wolf only stared. Bringing her voice back under control, Susan said, "We thought you might like to join us."

A low rumble emanated from the animal's chest. His head moved lower.

"Please," Susan whispered, voice cracking again. "You're scaring us." The girls moved tightly together. Six feet away, the wolf settled into a tense, low squat, continuing to rumble. His eyes were jet-black darkness.

"Laura's staying the night. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

The wolf rumbled.

"Say something!" Susan whispered.

Laura cleared her throat. It felt crushed by steel bands. "Susan's told me so much about you--" she got a jab in the ribs "--how you took care of her, brought her up, made sure no one took advantage of her. The two of you practically live for each other now." Susan squeezed her thigh, encouragingly. "I was thinking how much different that is from the life I have. My brother--who certainly doesn't deserve the grief I give him--is my worst enemy it seems. If Mom and Dad aren't yelling at one another, one of them is yelling at me." The wolf's head tilted, showing interest. "I envy what you and Susan have," Laura said. She hesitated, unsure if anything else was too much. "I'm sorry about today."

The wolf blinked.

"I should have been more insightful," she said, leaning forward. "I had no idea...well you know...that you and the boy--" she looked at Susan for help. Susan elbowed her on. "--were one and the same." Now she really was lost. "Would you like to join us?"

The wolf remained still.

"This is your spa, I know, and it's you I should be asking permission of." Susan squeezed her thigh again. "I'll get out of you like."

The wolf shook its head.

"Join us?"

Rising, the wolf took two steps forward, then stopped. It was enormous, impossibly big. And both girls saw the erection between his legs.

"Oh, my God," Laura whispered. "No."

The size of her arm, the erection was more than impossibly big. Susan gripped her knee.

Heart banging, Laura stood up. "Do you want me now?"

The wolf gestured yes. Its erection shook.

Laura knew what was coming. She took a step up. "Here?"

The wolf growled, scraping the deck. Right here!

Shaking, she hesitated a moment, then Susan was at her side.

"Easy. You're doing just fine." Susan held Laura's arm and walked her around the tub, to the stairs, to the wolf.

"Oh, God," Laura whispered.

"Don't be afraid. You've been through worse. I've been through it too. Relax."

Relax? Laura's heart trip-hammered. Her eyes, locked on the wolf's huge erection, felt gritty with sand. "Tell me why I'm doing this again?" she whispered.

To the wolf, Susan said: "Do you want me to join? Or leave you two alone?"

Laura hissed: "Susan! You can't leave!"

"Shhssshhh!"

The wolf scraped three times.

Laura's heart flip-flopped. All of them.

The wolf moved past them to the sliding glass door--the deck shook under its weight--where it stood, waiting. Laura looked from the wolf to Susan. "He wants to go inside?"

Susan nodded, went to the door. Opening it, she let the wolf inside. They followed it to the equipment room, where the wolf sat down beside the Bow-Flex machine.

Laura could hardly breathe. "What now?"

Susan whispered in her ear. "This is his favorite contraption. It might hurt a bit."

Laura flinched. "Hurt?"

"Easy."

Laura was lead to the machine, where, in growing apprehension, she watched Susan raise the adjustable arms and fix them side-by-side over the center, forming a bridge. They were, Laura realized, meant to hold her up. She looked at Susan in desperation.

Susan whispered. "Relax. It's not as bad as you think."

"You keep saying that!" Laura keened. Her heart raced.

Susan put a steadying arm around her waist. "You'll live," she whispered. "I promise."

Laura wanted to run.

Shaking uncontrollably, Laura maneuvered onto the bench and lay down over the arms. As expected, her behind sailed high in the air. She gripped the edge of the seat, said, "I can't believe this," and looked around at Susan. "This is so humiliating!"

Arms crossing her thin chest, Susan only shrugged. Her upper arms and torso were entirely goose fleshed.

The wolf moved to the machine's right side, nosed the base. Susan cursed softly.

"What?" Laura whimpered. She wanted no more surprises.

Raising a leather cufflet, identical to the ones on her bed, Susan said, "Sorry," and slipped the restraint around Laura's right ankle.

Laura's eyes bulged. "Now wait! No one said--"

"Sorry, hon," Susan whispered, securing the cuff.

"Susan!"

"Relax. It'll be okay." Susan became very red. "I've done this myself." She held another cuff for Laura's wrist.

"My hands too?"

"Sorry."

"Susan! No!"

"He won't hurt you. I promise. He never lies."

Laura looked at the wolf's huge erection. It seemed to have grown.

"Don't think about it," Susan said.

"I can't stop thinking about it!" Laura wailed.

Susan finished with the restraints then, looking at the wolf, said: "I'll leave this up to you." She reached beneath the bench and came up with a thick leather gauntlet.

"What is that?" Laura cried.

"Something to go around your middle."

"My middle! Why?"

Susan began to cry. "Because it keeps--keeps you anchored."

Laura struggled against the restraints. She cried, "I don't want to be anchored! I want to go home!"

Susan looked away. "Believe me. You want it on."

Laura could think of a good many things she wanted on and the gauntlet was not one of them. She fought against the cufflets even harder. "Let me go! Susan! I want to go home!"

Susan placed the belt over the small of Laura's back, fastened it crossways below the bridge; in Laura's ear she whispered. "Would you please just stop! He's getting anxious."

Laura yelled: "He's getting anxious? Susan! "

Susan stepped back.

Hips clamped to the bridge, legs apart, her already savaged vagina a waiting target, Laura caterwauled, "Susssaaaannnn!" and fought to get loose. Every nerve in her body screamed.

Susan continued to sob. Arms crossed and her slight body shaking, she went and stood in the doorway. The wolf glared at her a moment, then jumped onto the bench and butted Laura on the rear. Laura screamed.

"Please, hon!" Susan pleaded. "Take it easy!" Bright tears rolled down her cheeks.

Laura continued to scream. "Leeeeeet-meeeee-goooooo! I don't want to do this! Susssaaaannnn!"

The wolf ran his tongue roughly between her cheeks and Laura screamed, "No! No, please!" and kicked with her hands and her feet. She shuddered mightily and the wolf licked her again. His tongue was like sandpaper. "No! I don't want to do this!" He attacked her anus, then put his tongue in Laura's open vagina and gasping, she bolted straight upright.

"SUSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAN!"

"Laura, please!" Susan cried from the safety of the doorway.

"Let me go! Let me go! I want to go home!"

Face in her hands, Susan stood in the doorway and sobbed.

"Not again!" Laura wailed, struggling against the restraints. "Not again! Please, no, not again! Stop!"

Despite her desperation, Laura's body awoke. In ever increasing gyrations, her rear end moved with the wolf's tongue, first jumping, then bucking up and down on the arms. Humiliating noises erupted from her throat, escalating in both pitch and intensity. As her arousal grew, she looked frantically around the room.

"Susan! Susan please! Stop him!"

Susan shook her head, looked away.

"Please! I don't wanna--OH! OH! Don't do that!" she keened loudly. "Noooooooo! Stop!"

The inferno in her belly, which twice before had driven her over the edge, reignited. "No-please-no!" she wailed as the tongue lapped under her belly, its full length finding her clitoris. "No-no! No-no-no! OH NO! STOP!" She bucked up and down and her voice rang out in a frenzied shout: "Please stop! Please stop! PLEASE!"

The wolf, growing ever more frenzied, worked Laura from a crouch, his torpedo-sized penis smacking the bench. Susan watched in horror, eyes popped and mouth agape, wondering, Is this how I look? as Laura shouted and screamed. She found her nipples fully hard, covered them and tried to rub the hardness away. She gulped in shock.

"Suuussssssaaaaaan!" Laura wailed. "Help me!" Her legs kicked wildly and her rear end bucked up and down. Laura thought her abdomen would explode. Juice flowed from her open vagina, and the wolf, driven to frenzy by her combativeness, tongued her incessantly.

"NO-NO! OH NO! OH NO!" A powerful orgasm, the size of a hurricane, ravaged Laura's intestines and suddenly she screamed: "FUCK ME! OH, FUCK ME, GODDAMMIT! FUCK ME RIGHT NOW!" She looked wildly back, eyes popping and frantic, and growling raucously, the wolf leapt onto her back. Laura instantly screamed: "Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me!" Then the wolf entered her and Laura screamed.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT UP MY ASS!"

Sobbing loudly, Susan covered her ears and shook her head back and forth.

"SUSAN! SUSAN! NOT UP MY ASS! NOT UP MY ASS!"

"It's all right!" Susan wailed. "It's all right!"

"IT IS NOT ALL RIGHT! OWWWWWWWWW!" Laura wailed, looking frantically back. "I don't want it like this! I'm a virgin!" she screamed, clenching her jaw tight. "PLEASE!"

Susan finally stepped forward, withdrew when the wolf growled. "PLEASE!," she begged him. "Don't hurt her like this!"

Laura wailed hysterically as more and more went up her tail. "SUSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAN!"

Running a hand down his back, Susan implored her brother to stop. "Please! Please, Bruce! Can't you see you're killing her?" Incredulously, she watched as the wolf's giant erection invaded Laura's tail. Thick around as a beer can, and two feet long, no human rectum could possibly survive it. The wolf fixed her with its dreadful black eyes, and Susan backed away. "Please!" she whispered. "You've never done this before!"

The wolf glared at Susan as Laura wailed, "He's hurting me! He's hurting me! Please!"

"Please?" Susan begged.

The wolf continued to glare.

Risking being bitten, Susan moved forward and put her arm around Laura's shoulder. "I'm sorry," she said. "I know it hurts."

"Susan! For God's sakes! IT REALLY HURTS!"

"I know. I know. I don't know what to do."

"MAKE HIM STOP! STOP HIM GODDAMMIT! "

"I can't, sweetheart," Susan sobbed. "Only he can do that."

"But you've got to do something! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

Kissing Laura on the neck--and drawing a warning growl-- Susan moved to Laura's rear end and gingerly took the dog's penis. It thumped strongly in her hand. It was very hot. She held it squarely centered in the bull's eye of Laura's anus (she was amazed how the small muscle clenched with spasmodic fervor) and kept it steady.

"Bruce?" she pleaded.

The wolf looked back.

"Please stop hurting her. Please!" The wolf's coal-black eyes were terrifying. "I like her, Bruce. I really do."

The wolf bared its fangs and snarled.

"I know you have trouble like this--" taking on the characteristics of an animal meant also experiencing the animals mental state--a frightening and unpredictable thing, "--but please try." She moved her lips to the hot penis and kissed it.

The wolf growled threateningly again, but its penis swelled. Susan withdrew it from Laura's rectum, opened her mouth and took the end fully inside. She sucked it gently. After a moment, she said: "I'll do it all the way if you promise not to hurt her."

For a moment the wolf seemed ready to bite, then it nodded and deeply growled. "Thank you," she said, kissing his penis again. "You won't be sorry."

Laura, meanwhile, was practically frenetic. She couldn't tell what was going on, but the clenching and unclenching of her anus was excruciating. It felt as though every dog in the state were there, fucking her at once. Laura, wonder- bitch of the Adirondacks, she thought, crazily. Suddenly Susan's finger was on her clitoris and Laura gasped.

"I don't know if this helps," Susan whispered. "But it's the best thing I can do." She guided the end of the wolf's penis back onto Laura's clenched anus, and with unnerving precision, used her finger to bring Laura to orgasm.

"Oh! Oh-Jesus!" Laura moaned. "Nuh-uh-nn-nn!" She started to gurgle.

"I'm guiding him back in," Susan whispered, pushing the rigid flesh into Laura's rectum. Rather than fight, Laura pushed upward and out.

"That's it," Susan whispered. "Good girl."

Susan guiding him in, the wolf worked himself downward, the shaft slowly filling Laura's ass. Laura groaned and looked back with fearful eyes, her lower lip quivering. "It hurts- it hurts-it hurts," she moaned through clenched teeth. The deeper the wolf pushed, the wider her eyes became. Suddenly her eyes clamped shut and Laura recoiled.

"It hurts! Oh-God! It hurts! SUSAN!"

"Easy! Easy!" Susan whispered soothingly. "Relax!" The huge erection was six inches deep and Susan wondered: How much can the poor girl take?

Then Laura shuddered, threw back her head and wailed, "Ow, Susan! Owwwww!" gasped loudly again, and wailed: "Susan! It REALLY hurts!"

Susan looked helplessly down. Eight inches were in, maybe ten, and Laura's anus was grossly distorted. Only a thin membrane of tissue remained. "I know," she whimpered, her own anus aching in sympathy. "I know-I know. It's nearly in now."

"Nearly! How much is left!"

Susan looked at the huge penis, at Laura's anguished face. She lied, "Another six inches."

"SIX INCHES! SUSAN! " Laura struggled helplessly. "I CAN'T! I CAN'T DO THAT!"

"Laura--"

"IT HURTS SUSAN! IT HURTS!"

Susan sobbed. She placed her forehead against the wolf's left flank. "Please, Bruce," she whispered. "Just do this and get it over with."

The wolf, unable to control his lust--or his spasming legs-- plunged downward and Laura screamed in pain and panic as three more inches drove in. She screamed as the wolf plunged again.

"NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Susan panicked and yelled, "Please, Bruce! Please!" as she grabbed the wolf's hindquarters and tried to lift.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Laura screamed, then, "SUSSAAAAAN!" as three more inches dove into her tail. She now had fourteen inches of the beast inside.

"GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF! GET HIM--OWWWWWWWWWW!" Laura screamed as her anus sucked around the huge shaft like a lipless mouth. She lunged against the leather belt, the restraints, the wolf on her back and Susan, shocked out of control, backed away,

"SUSAN! NOOOOOO! Oh-my-God-Oh-my-God-Oh-my-God! OWWWWWWWWW!"

Brutally fucked, Laura screamed and screamed and screamed, until Susan thought she'd go mad. Fists clamped to her ears, all Susan could think was: Not that deep! Not that deep! Laura's rectum is not that deep! which meant the head of the beast's penis was inside Laura's colon and twisting the girl's insides to hell. Susan jammed her fists tighter.

Screaming and flailing like a madwoman, her ass wrecked, Laura ricocheted between the leather gauntlet and the crossed over arms. She lashed back and forth but nothing helped. Each thrust of the wolf was a virtual ruination of flesh and she no longer screamed in a hearable frequency.

Breaking her paralysis, Susan leapt forward and gripped the wolf's shuddering hips. It bit her on the shoulder, canines puncturing the skin, which Susan ignored.

"You're hurting her!" she screamed, trying to rip the erection free. She met his coal black eyes. "Stop it! You're killing her!"

"HE IS KILLING ME!" Laura shouted hysterically, lashing side-to-side. "MAKE HIM STOP!"

Susan slowed her brother's mad humping. "Bruce! Bruce! You have to stop. Your penis is two feet long!"

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Laura screamed as the wolf made a spasmodic plunge.

Susan grabbed her brother's cock. "Bruce, please! Slow down! Here." She put her face under his crotch, ran up and down the shaft with her lips and tongue. "Like that? Do you? Stop hurting her and I'll take you right now. You can come in my mouth, Bruce. Right down my throat. Bruce?"

The wolf growled ferociously, forcing Susan away. Face growing hard, her small hands clenched at her sides, she marched right back: "If you want any more cooperation out of me," she threatened, "ever! you'll get down, right now, Bruce!" The wolf growled deeper, baring his fangs, and Susan said: "I'm serious, Bruce. I'll fight. You know I'll fight. You want the rest of the summer ruined?"

The wolf lost its temper. Rearing and jumping down, he simultaneously ripped loose of Laura's rectum and raked her back with its claws. Laura screamed.

Susan scrambled backward. "Bruce! Bruce, no!" Her hands went defensively to her face. Ready to sit down on the floor--lie down if necessary--she cried: "Please! No! Stop it!"

The wolf advanced, growling, its mouth nothing but fangs. It crouched, poised to jump.

Susan strained to keep her voice level. "You're too vicious as a wolf, Bruce. We can't go on. Please change back." She touched her right shoulder, where eight bite marks reflected his upper and lower fangs. Not a ghastly wound, but deep enough to bleed. "You've never hurt me before, Bruce. Not like this."

The wolf's anger showed no abatement. It circled the terrified Susan, hunched for attack, with Susan circling with him. Then she suddenly sat down. Spreading her hands submissively on the floor, Susan touched her forehead to the carpet, then lay flat on her stomach. She rose to her hands and knees. "I'll do anything," she said. "Mount me. Rape me. Do anything you want. Just please, please, leave Laura alone." Then she lowered her chest to the floor, spread her cheeks with her hands, and said: "I'm ready."

Helpless on the Bowflex, Laura could only watch. Her own bottom--aching like an open wound--commiserated.

For a time the wolf did nothing. Then, circling to her right, it poked Susan's biceps with its snout. A confused Susan looked up.

The wolf motioned to Laura.

"With her? Me and Laura?"

The wolf growled deeply, scraped the floor twice.

"You're sure?"

The wolf growled again.

Do this, she thought. Before he changes his mind. She crawled to the Bowflex machine. "He wants us together," she said, examining Laura's anus. Raw and coned like a volcano, it lay surrounded by small angry weals. Hemorrhoids. At least she wasn't bleeding. "Are you all right?" she asked.

"I hurt," Laura whimpered. She hiccupped in misery.

"I know, honey. I know. I am so sorry."

"Can you get me out of this thing?"

Susan looked back at the wolf.

"Sorry."

"I really hurt, Susan. I think I'm dying."

"I know, baby."

"No, you don't know. You won't know till he fucks you."

Susan cried hot tears. "I tried, okay? I did everything but kill myself." She wiped her cheeks. "Laura, I don't know what else to do."

Behind them, the wolf growled.

Laura wanted the hurt to stop, to be out of this nightmare, to never see Susan or her brother again. But she also wanted--incredibly, than anything else--to be with Susan.

"What should we do?"

Susan caressed her back. "The best thing, I think," she said, looking back at the wolf, "is for me to get under you." She slid along the bench, lay with her legs spread, pulled herself beneath Laura's crotch. Laura's raw and swollen labia six inches above her mouth, she swallowed roughly. Of the many things Susan had experienced, she had never been with a girl.

"This is going to be one-sided, I'm afraid."

Laura looked over her shoulder, saw the wolf ten feet behind. He glared intently, mammoth penis thumping the floor. If anything, it was bigger. "You can make it up to me later," she whispered. "In bed."

Quietly, Susan laughed. "Thank you." She raised her head and, very gently, kissed Laura's open lips.

Both girls shuddered.

"This is your first time," Susan said. "Isn't it?"

Laura nodded, then said, "Yes," realizing Susan could not see. "You?"

Susan kissed her again, let her tongue linger. "Believe it or not," she said, licking Laura's insides again.

Laura moaned.

"You okay?"

Laura shuddered again. "You would not believe what that just did."

Quietly, Susan laughed. "I bet I do." A powerful something had gone off in her head as well. And between her legs. "Kissing would have been nice though."

"I can kiss. Kissing I can do."

Susan said, "Really?"

Laura shook the restraints. "It's about the only thing I can do," she said.

Sliding out, Susan first shot a glance at her brother, then bent over Laura's face. "Hi," she said, grinning sheepishly. Laura grinned back.

"Sorry about this fuck-up."

Laura said, "Not your fault. Long as you promise to beddy- bye me, later on."

Susan's smile widened. "Long as Bruce doesn't object."

Laura raised her lips. "Kiss me, Susan. Please."

The two girls kissed.

Sometime later, trying not to pant, Laura said, "That was really good," then broke out in an uncontrollable giggle. Susan's tongue had literally danced with her own. "You should feel my heartbeat," she whispered.

"I feel my own."

Susan touched her cheek and Laura, smiling ruefully, whispered, "I imagined my first kiss with a girl differently."

Susan massaged Laura's shoulders. "Me too. How about a jacuzzi?"

Laura remembered the roiling water. "Jacuzzi's I like."

The wolf growled impatiently.

"Okay, okay. Relax." Susan bent to Laura's mouth and they resumed kissing. Both of their jaws worked hard.

"I'm ready," Laura finally said.

Susan kissed her one last time, then got back on the bench. She looked at her brother, and the wolf moved forward. Susan cautioned: "Don't hurt me, okay?" Her tone begged understanding. "You're a lot bigger than ever before." His erection seemed ten feet long. She lowered herself and slid beneath her recumbent partner, kissed Laura's crotch. "I'm back," she said, lightly.

Laura shivered.

Letting her tongue slide between the parted lips, tasting Laura's warm goodness, Susan said: "You'll never know I'm here," then found the tip of Laura's clitoris and gave it a tickle. Laura groaned.

Moving purposefully, the wolf climbed between Susan's legs and mounted her. Forepaws around Susan's waist, he thrust forward into her vagina, making Susan cry out. The erection filled her so hugely, so completely, that Susan's belly undulated with the dog's movements. Oh, my God! she thought, looking down, then dazedly returned to eating her partner.

For the next two minutes Laura shuddered and jumped, discovered what countless women had discovered before: Only another woman could please a woman. Under Susan's tongue her clitoris was a point of fire, burning hot and maddening. Her hips ground against the bar, clenched and tightened, spasmed uncontrollably, while Susan swirled the tiny pearl on the tip of her tongue. She sucked it between her teeth and gnawed it gently.

"Oh, God! Oh, my God, please!" Laura moaned. She looked desperately back, watched the wolf fucking her Susan. "Oh, God! Oh, my God, Susan!" The wolf's hindquarters went up and down, in and out of Susan. "Susan! Susan, you okay?"

Susan answered, "Nooooooooo!" in a wail and the faster and harder the wolf fucked her, the worse her gyrations became. Her tongue dug inside Laura like a shovel.

"Ohhhhh! You're--Ohhhhh! Susan!"

"Mnunuuneeaaahh!" Susan wailed.

Rivers of sweat poured from the girls, pooling between Susan's breasts, down her sides, causing her to slide haphazardly on the bench. She cried out with every thrust, clinging so tightly to Laura that the only thing moving was her tongue. Her vaginal discharge soaked her brother's cock and lathered his black fur. She was mad with craving.

"Fuck me you bastard!" Susan begged. "Hard!"

The wolf fucked Susan until spittle flew from his jaws, raining onto Susan's belly and Laura's backside in long ropey strands.

"Come on! Do it damn you!"

Laura felt the last plunge before the wolf came and she came herself. She thrust against the arms, riding her orgasm, her tormented clitoris sucked on by Susan. A ripping gasp tore her lungs and she bucked against the leather gauntlet, then slammed down on the arms again, ramming Susan's teeth into her delicate flesh. She screamed again in pain and the wolf howled ferociously, making Susan scream and both girls screamed in tandem. The wolf howled again.

"No more!" Susan shrieked. "No more!" as savage pain ripped through her belly. She screamed, "OWWWWWWW!" then, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" as her back arched to an impossible angle, causing the wolf to scramble staying aboard. Skittering on the bench, it became extracted, then plunged back inside Susan again. Sixteen inches of impossible erection slammed to the end of Susan's vagina--it could take no more. Her cervix gave way as Laura's had done, and the blunt end burst through, exploding into her uterus as Susan leapt clear of the bench, only her head touching, toes planted on the floor like a ballerina's. Sperm hot as erupting lava erupted inside her and her mind became a shrieking gale. Emitting a blood curdling, "IIEAAAAA!" Susan collapsed.

Chapter 8

The water swirling about her made staying awake hard. With Susan unconscious in her arms, however, Laura had no choice.

Following the rampage on the Bow-Flex machine, Laura had slowly recovered. In a daze, she discovered Susan collapsed on the floor. The wolf had vanished.

Convinced Susan was either dead or dying (that awful scream- -had it really been human?) she strained to listen. Though her head lay at an exotic angle, face wrapped in hair, Susan seemed to be breathing. There was a slow movement in her chest, and a soft flutter of eyelids. Laura breathed easier.

That left only her bondage to worry about.

And of course the wolf.

The cuffs were tethered to the benches tubular frame by leather strips, and though tough looking, they were only half an inch wide. Testing the right strap, she pulled against it with all her might, using her tethered legs as support. Every muscle in her body strained. Suddenly the strap broke and, yelling in triumph, she hurriedly released her left wrist, then her feet. She crawled painfully down from the bench.

"Susan? Susan, wake up, honey."

Then, realizing just how badly her rear end hurt, Laura twisted sideways and grabbed her behind. "Oh, God! Oh, my God!" she moaned, crab-walking sideways on her knees. She grimaced then touched her aching, puckered anus--it was one big hemorrhoid--but no blood showed on her fingertips.

Brushing away tangled hair, she cleared Susan's nose and eyes. Susan's jaw hung loose, drool slicking the side of her face. There was a cup-sized wet place on the rug. Susan moaned.

"It's okay, baby," Laura said, cuddling Susan's head in her lap. Her eyes were transfixed on the gout of sperm between Susan's leg (Laura thought of runny egg whites). It had mostly soaked into the carpet.

Must be a quart, she thought, disjointedly. Was that possible?

Laura shuddered.

Carefully picking Susan up, Laura rose and headed for the bathroom. Susan was surprisingly light in her arms. Once outside (lucklessly bumping Susan's head on the sliding glass door) and into the jacuzzi, she painstakingly made her way to the bottom and sat down. She kept Susan on her lap, head on her shoulder. Then she turned on the jets.

"Oh, yes. Thank you God, yes."

She settled the limp Susan against her, releasing her arms and legs, letting them float loose in the currents. Susan's head remained on her shoulder.

The water burned away her pain.

"Susan?"

Susan stirred slightly. Laura bathed her face with a washcloth.

"Can you hear me, hon? Wake up."

Susan's eyelids fluttered. "Whaaa?"

Laura kissed her gently. "Wake up, sleepy head," she whispered. She helped Susan sit up. She held out a cup. "Drink this," she said, holding it to Susan's lips.

Susan, no more coordinated than an infant, swallowed greedily, water spilling down her chin.

"Easy. Easy, you'll choke," Laura warned. She steadied the glass while Susan clutched it baby-like with both hands and drank.

Susan broke away panting. "Good!" She wiped her chin. "More?"

Picking up the pitcher, Laura refilled the glass.

"Fank you."

Laura smiled. "You're welcome," she said, watching Susan empty this glass as well. She refilled the glass for herself.

Susan shifted position on Laura's lap, wincing with pain. "I hurt," she said.

"I know. Me too."

Susan looked around. She placed a hand on her belly, massaging it gently. "I think he actually went into my uterus," she said. Her face pinched. "I feel like he's still there."

Laura shrugged, lightly. "You're not bleeding. That's a good sign."

Susan looked unconvinced. "How are you? He really...you know."

Laura tried not to remember. "I think a doctor's in order."

Susan shook her head. "Not for us." She touched herself gingerly between the legs. It made her jump. She sighed again, tentatively stretching out. "I'll get better," she said. "I always do. So will you." A thick, oozy substance leaked from between her legs and rose to the surface. She splashed it away. She put her head back on the ledge. "First you and the tree, then he wrecks our poor backsides. What next? A horse?"

Laura shuddered. "Please, no."

Susan grinned, brushed her fingers along Laura's arm. "He's done," she said, looking around. "Otherwise, he wouldn't have left." She winced again, then leaned close and kissed Laura's mouth.

"I hope you're right," Laura said, after a time.

"I am."

Laura kissed Susan again, deeply, their tongues dancing a pirouette. Water streaming around Laura's breasts caused shivers of euphoria and she wanted to melt into Susan's mouth. She brought their foreheads together. She said, "I want to fuck you, Susan. Girl to girl." She grinned. "We won't need a condom."

Susan turned sideways, deeper into Laura's lap, wrapped her arms around Laura's neck. She said: "I think it would be a good thing, you and me."

Laura nodded. "I think so too. Feel my heartbeat."

Susan lay her hand over Laura's left breast. "It's beating," she said.

"Who's it beating for?"

"Me?"

"Show me someone else."

"I don't want to show you someone else. Not tonight. Not ever."

Keeping their foreheads together, Laura shook her head. "We can't possibly be in love, Susan. Not this fast. What's going on?"

"Lust?"

"That's nasty."

"Then I'm nasty."

"You're not nasty. You're in love." Laura stared into her eyes and Susan became very still. Water pounded from the jets and joggled their bodies, its heat raising beads of perspiration on their skin. Night sounds buzzed safely in the background. Above, stars twinkled brightly. She said: "I wonder if I really mean that?"

"We've known each other six hours." Susan said. "Can two people fall in love in six hours?"

"My head says no, but my insides say yes."

Susan sighed. "Something else here is at play."

Laura could not help but look. Susan joined her.

"It's not fair," Laura said. "No one should screw with your emotions like this." Her heart ached for this slender girl. "If he's messed with us, Susan, I don't want it to stop."

Susan let out a sigh. "He could just as easily turn us into a pair of cat-fighting bitches."

"He won't."

Susan nodded. "Bruce maintains his own weird code of honor." She leaned forward, brushing Laura's lips. "In his own mind, he's making things right." She kissed Laura again, deeper this time, encircling Laura's waist with her legs. Their breasts flattened against one another. Both girls moaned.

"Susan--"

Susan nudged Laura's chin with her own, kissed the underside of her neck. "Take me to bed?"

Laura moaned. "This instant."

"Carry me?" Susan asked, letting Laura slide her into her arms. "Like a bride?" She reattached herself to Laura's mouth.

"Mnnniiiimmmmnnnn."

Retracing her steps, Laura carried Susan back into the house, this time past the odd weight room, down the hallway into Susan's room. She lay Susan gently on the bed and kissed her gently. Then, covering them both with a comforter from the foot of the bed, she took Susan into her arms and enwrapped her.

"I think I really love you," Susan whispered, in the darkness.

Laura found Susan's mouth with her own and for the next four hours, they tested Susan's assertion, before proving it out.

Epilogue

A band of warm afternoon sunlight slanted through the thick trees and shone on Laura's hair. Even this late in the afternoon, it sent rivers of sweat down her chest. The waist of her dress was soaked in it, the skin above of her sundress glistened.

She lay against the tree, book spilled from her hand, legs akimbo, her rear end asleep.

Something touched her toes.

Laura bolted upright and jumped to her feet, hopping up and down. Surrounding her were a herd of goats, clustered in a loose semicircle, shifting uneasily. "Get away!" she screamed.

The goats backed en masse, braying, the smaller and younger ones ready to flee. Laura flung looks back and forth, searching for Tonto, any sign of the billy.

Jesus! Had it been a dream?

She raced forward and the goats scattered, crying loudly and running in all directions for the woods. "Get out of here!" she screamed, kicking at the grass.

A dream! It had been a dream!

Desperate with both relief and loss, she stared at the cabin at the bottom of the hill. Just visible through the trees, nothing around it moved. No sounds other than the braying goats could be heard. The deck, she realized--if it existed- -was on the other side.

"Jesus God, Almighty," she whispered. "Was it a dream?" She looked at her shaking hands. She felt her crotch. Her panties were there, intact and tight, and her left nipple was fine. "I'll be damned," she whispered.

Gathering up her book, Laura hurried down the incline, working around a rotting old stump, skirting an overgrown fence post. Concern pinched her face. What if there were a deck? What if she found a big jacuzzi with a wide, marble ledge?

Stopping twenty feet short of the cabin, heart racing like a horse, she found it hard to breathe. Steeling herself, she moved carefully to the cabin's side, put her hand on the rough planking, continued on to the corner. She looked into the woods, in all directions, then gingerly stepped around the corner of the cabin and disappeared. Moments later, a huge black wolf with coal-black eyes moved into the open, where it stood watching, eyes blackly intent. After a time, it scraped the ground twice and, with a deep and menacing growl, moved forward. It too, disappeared around the side of the cabin.

The End