"That's as good a place as any," the young woman said, "'cause you're not going to cum in her. I don't think even her husband has that honor. I talked to him a couple of times, and he's about the horniest bastard I've ever seen."
"You're pushing your luck with your big mouth," Reagan said over his shoulder, unable to tear his eyes away from the window. "Did you ever see any broad old Bill Reagan couldn't have when he had his mind made up?"
"No, I guess I haven't," she answered, then giving a little shudder, she murmured to herself, "God help them."
Reagan turned back from the window, his face thoughtful. He was a big man, about fifty years old with grizzly hair and a heavy build. His face wasn't ugly but there was a certain coarse hardness about it that made others not want to look at him too long. He looked down at the girl he'd been speaking too. She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old with long black hair. There was a dark smoldering beauty about her that was most noticeable when she moved, every motion seeing to signal some secret sensual invitation. Her eyes were curious; dark, lustrous, but somehow dull, as if she were masking her spirit behind a cloudy curtain. She was not alone, but was gently stroking the powerful head of a huge German shepherd sitting next to her.
"You say you've met her husband?" Reagan said thoughtfully. Then, not waiting for an answer, "And you say he's horny…" The big man paused. "I think I know how I'm going to get into his luscious little wife. He's going to help me and he doesn't even know it."
"Sure, sure, give him five bucks, and he'll slip you the key to his front door," the girl said sarcastically.
"You're the key to his front door," Reagan said, pointing his thick forefinger at her. "You're gonna lead him down the garden path."
"Hey, now wait a minute," the girl said heatedly. "How did I get involved in this. Can't you go out and get your own ass?"
"Shut up and listen. You're gonna get him to fuck you, and then we're gonna use that to pressure the little lady. And don't give me any of your lip, Mae," he said threateningly as the girl started to open her mouth. But she couldn't resist needling the bully standing over her.
"Oh, all right, all right. Just promise me I won't have to fuck you for a month. Hell, maybe I'll even like it. He's pretty good-looking." She tried to dodge as Reagan stepped forward, but his heavy palm crashed against her face. The dazed girl stood awkwardly a moment, her hand moving slowly up to her reddened cheek.
"You didn't have to do that Uncle Bill. It's just that I don't care very much for men, you know that."
Bill Reagan looked down at his niece, satisfied that she had learned her lesson. Damn, she was a beautiful piece, he thought to himself. What a bit of luck when his sister had died. He'd griped at first when he'd had to take in the homeless orphan. She was a skinny kid then, but had soon started to bloom. He'd broken her in right. What a fight it had been those first few times. He'd had to be pretty rough, but he'd trained her just like he liked them. She'd turned out a little strange though, hard and cynical… and then there was her thing with the dog… and that gave him an idea.
"Tell you what, Mae," he said in a somewhat conciliatory tone. "You play ball with me in this and I'll give you a little reward. You can have Hector for an hour."
The girl's eyes suddenly became very alert.
"When?" she asked sharply.
"Why, right now, and maybe again after you've done what I asked you." Then he saw the changes start to come over her face. It always amazed him that she could get so worked up over such a thing, but he had to admit, just watching her and the dog got him worked up too, and he always insisted on watching. She was a weirdo all right. Would you believe it? The only thing that really turned her on was fucking his dog, Hector!
Reagan had owned the dog for several years. For his own amusement he had trained the animal to have a sexual preference for human females. Of course, he had used Mae in the training, along with a couple of prostitutes. She had rebelled at first, and he'd had to use a little force. But once she had gotten into it she was really hooked, always following the dog around with her eyes, and he knew damned well she'd have Hector fucking her all day long if he let her. But Reagan rationed the big animal out carefully so that he could keep his hold over his niece, knowing she would do anything for a chance to have that long animal cock in her!
He laughed at the hungry look in Mae's eyes. She wouldn't dare move towards the dog until he gave his permission.
"Yeh, baby, right now, right here in front of old Uncle Bill," Reagan laughed knowing she hated to have him watching when the dog fucked her. But that was the only way he ever let her do it. He decided to have a little more fun with her.
"On the other hand," he said in mock seriousness, "maybe we should wait until after you've had a crack at the young stud across the street. We wouldn't want you to get all worn out now and disappointed…" A look of dismay came over Mae's face and she broke in.
"Oh, no, no, I won't disappoint him, I promise. I can fuck all the time, Uncle Bill, I swear." There was a look of desperate pleading in the girl's passion-hungry eyes.
"What?" he thundered back. "That's not what you tell me when I want a little. You're always too tired or too busy. You wouldn't want me to think you'd prefer someone else, would you?"
For a second the pleading girl's face flushed with rage. God, how she hated this pig, she thought to herself. For years he'd tortured her, humiliated her, lowered her to the status of a slave. If only she could get away from him. But he'd warned her what would happen if she ever tried to leave him, promising to follow her to the ends of the earth if necessary, promising she'd wish she were dead before he finished with her. And there was the dog, too. She knew she could never leave Hector, and he was Bill Reagan's dog, fiercely loyal to him. The lovely dark-haired girl gritted her teeth and begged again just as she knew he wanted her to. The only thing that would be able to still this special burning hunger up between her legs was that marvelous tapered penis of her animal lover and she must have it at any cost.
"Oh, please let Hector fuck me! For God's sake, please!"
"Ya really want it bad, don'cha baby," Reagan sneered down at her now-kneeling form. "But how ya goin' to do any fucking with your clothes on. You get naked and I'll decide whether your goin' to get any or not."
Reagan began to laugh in delight as the beautiful woman before him tore frantically at her clothes. Damn, this thing she had about the dog was stronger than any dope addict's habit. He watched in undisguised enjoyment as more and more of her beautiful body came into view. Christ, she was really built! Mae had her blouse off and was fumbling behind her with the clasp of her brassiere. It came loose and she flung the flimsy halter away from her impatiently, allowing her high full breasts to swing free. Her uncle took in their lush ripeness greedily, watching as the cooler air in the room caused the tiny nipples to leap instantly into erect hardness.
Her skirt fell in a loose pile around her ankles and she kicked free of it, wearing only her little silk bikini panties now. Reagan watched avidly as her thumbs hooked in the elastic waistband and in one smooth motion pulled the flimsy briefs down to her ankles. When she straightened up again, she stood before him completely naked, attempting to hide nothing from his gaze. Her skin was a rich creamy color, set off by the perfect dark triangle of sparse pussy hair over her pubic area. With her every movement the sleek muscles of her belly and thighs rippled sensuously, causing the light to play in ever changing patterns over her voluptuous body.
Reagan never had been able to hold back a gasp of awe each time he saw his niece in her nakedness. Damn, she was all any normal man could want, he thought, but then, he wasn't really like other men. His greatest enjoyment was to find proud innocent young women and break them to his will, and he had broken Mae long ago. Now she was his tool, his instrument, to help him trap others in his cruel web, the men as well as the women. Yes, the men too, like that lousy snob across the street with the pretty blonde wife. Reagan knew that type; young college graduates that wouldn't give men like Bill Reagan the time of day, much less let him get close to his wife. Well he'd show the son of a bitch. He'd ruin him and for the crowning blow he'd fuck that prudish little wife of his right in front of his eyes! Reagan had tried to say hello to that little bitch out in front of the house one day but she had made some excuse and gone inside, like she was afraid of him. Well he'd give her something to be afraid of! His thoughts were interrupted by Mae's voice.