Tanya noted Rodney's departure while she tenderly soaped and rubbed DesirЋe's slippery genitals. The labia, she noted, were rubbed a bit raw and the clitoris was swollen and throbbing.
"Baby," the older girl said. "I'm washing your hotspot 'cause I found something there. Is there something you want, or need, to tell me, Dez?"
DesirЋe looked at her girlfriend with clouded eyes, full of emotions flashing between pain and guilt and something else that looked to Tanya like lustful deviltry. She let the older girl kiss her forehead and whisper in her ear.
"Was it the dog?" Tanya asked conspiratorially. "Was it Lobo?"
At mention of Lobo's name, DesirЋe's eyes flashed in alarm.
"I know about him," Tanya whispered. "I know about Lobo. I know it's true." She stroked the blonde's breasts and belly. "I know it's true. I know. Was it him? Was it Lobo?"
DesirЋe burst out sobbing, then shook her head. "No, not him." She looked down at her tender, defiled body and blinked. "Not this time. Something – someone else."
Tanya's eyes widened and DesirЋe gripped her friend's arms, her big tits clearing the surface of the water. "Mark must never know. Never! Something happened last night, but I didn't know what I was doing. Not at the time."
"Tell me, baby," the brunette said sympathetically. "Tell me all about it."
DesirЋe's hand gripped Tanya's wrist in desperation. "Mark must never know."
"You can trust me, Dez."
"It was Priscilla and Clete. The sheriff. I don't like him." She took a breath and her breasts quivered. "Last night. I think they gave me something. I think they drugged me."
"Oh, you poor darling!" Tanya said, cradling the pretty, blonde head against her shoulder.
"Priscilla," DesirЋe said. "She must have given me something. Then Clete came, out of nowhere. And did it to me. From behind. From behind, like a dog."
Tanya looked into DesirЋe's beautiful eyes, questioningly.
"From behind," DesirЋe choked. "Like a dog. Like Lobo."
And the two girl's eyes locked in mutual understanding. Tanya nodded, kissing DesirЋe's tear-streaked face. "I know, Dez, what you mean. I know!"
Together the girls wept and cuddled. Tanya kept the warm water flowing until DesirЋe was ready to get dressed. Of course, DesirЋe was fine. The drug had worn off, her body was strong, and she actually felt wonderful. Physically, she felt wonderful, her sex drive having been lavishly fulfilled the night before, harmlessly and yes, passionately. Once she was dressed and feeling normal again, she found that she felt very well.
Suddenly she was dancing around, for some unknown reason, happy. She felt vibrant and her womb inside her glowed with the feeling only a woman has when sexually fulfilled. Clete was a bastard and a rapist, but he had done something to her, in his savage, animal way, that had only been done once before. The other time it had been – Lobo!
Lobo!
The phone rang.
Rodney was nursing a beer on the sofa as DesirЋe went to the phone. Mark! She wanted to speak to Mark. It had to be Mark. She wanted him back with her now. There was nothing she wanted more, nothing she would ever want other than her loving husband Mark.
Mark!
"Hello, Mark," DesirЋe almost sang into the receiver.
There was a pause before the called spoke. "No, DesirЋe. It's not Mark. It's Dr. Hemmings."
DesirЋe stiffened. "Oh, Dr. Hemmings," she said, trying to sound casual and unconcerned, her voice shaking. "How are you?" It was all coming back to her now, one terrible experience forgotten, now, with Hemmings' call, another remembered. The day in Hemmings office, the thing that had driven her to beg Mark to marry her with so little wait or preparation.
"I'm fine, DesirЋe," said Hemmings, his voice neutral, inscrutable. "It's you that I'm worried about, my dear."
DesirЋe paused. What was coming now? "Oh?"
"Yes," the doctor-cum-preacher said softly. "I'm very concerned, especially with Mark away in the capital." There was a long pause while DesirЋe asked herself if somehow Hemmings had found out about what she had done last night. "It's concerning the specimen I took when you were last in my office."
The innocent girl's eyes widened. "Specimen? What specimen?"
"DesirЋe," Hemmings said smoothly. "When you were here last you told me about the rape and, as a responsible physician, I took a specimen. What I've found is quite startling. I think you should come in and talk to me about this. I'm very worried."
"Worried? Why?"
"I think you should come in. You might have been exposed to some animal diseases you wouldn't want Mark to find out about."
DesirЋe was trembling violently and her two guests surrounded her and put their arms around her to steady her.
"Diseases?"
"DesirЋe, in the specimen, we found animal sperm. Dog sperm."
Of course they had, DesirЋe thought jarringly. It had been Lobo who had come in her so strongly that she had thought her belly would burst. It had been running out of her the whole day. And Hemmings had found it! He knew! And if he knew, then others could find out. Other people. Her mother and father. And Mark!
Mark!
"What do you want?" DesirЋe asked timidly.
Hemmings didn't answer immediately, and when he did, it was still the speech of a doctor and a man of the cloth. But the words were frightening, as innocent as they sounded. "I need you to come in to see me, dear. This evening. We wouldn't want Mark to find out about this specimen. Would we?"
"N-no," she hurried to say. "No, we wouldn't."
"He wouldn't understand, would he?"
"No," DesirЋe agreed. "He would never understand."
"Shall we say seven o'clock?"
"Y-yes, that would be fine."
Unsteadily, DesirЋe hung up.
"Who was that, Dez?" Tanya asked. "You're as white as a sheet."
Sheet? That's where all her problems started and ended. On sheets.
"I'm o-okay, Tanya," DesirЋe said, none too assuredly.
The phone rang again, and this time it was Mark.
"I've got to get back and raise a bounty on that damned wild dog," Mark griped. "You might have heard that he's killed a man now, and, from what I'm told, the town is on the verge of panic."
"Hurry home, darling," DesirЋe urged him.
"I'm be home in the morning, Dez. Keep the bed warm."
DesirЋe gave a bitter little laugh as she hung up.
Hemmings hung up his phone and turned to his companion, an overweight man with a balding head and a cigarette on a long, black holder.
"She'll be here in a couple of hours. You're sure you can do this?"
The fat man nodded.
The doctor/preacher sighed. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, evil, but he was powerless to resist his impulses. He adored the young, blonde soprano with the perfect skin and body. He had to have her, not just once or twice, but regularly, and if she could stand the touch of the wild dog, she could stand the touch of the doctor. And this man, this psychiatrist, would have the means to ensure that she came back to him again and again.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In the back room of the sheriff's office, Clete and Priscilla sat watching the video tape they had made the night before. The rich, auburn-haired girl watched with a sneer of disdain mixed with triumph. Clete's mouth hung open in awe, awe at the sight of his huge genitalia and technique of his lovemaking and the beauty and grace of the young beauty he was fucking dog-style. In spite of his satisfying session with DesirЋe last night, he felt an instant arousal at sight of what he had done and the memory of her silky pussy around his throbbing cock.
He had to have her again! Had to! She had to be his, in spite of Nancy or Mark Denning!
Priscilla had captured some of the juiciest, intimate shots, DesirЋe's cloudy, blue eyes, her sensually-parted lips, her big, round, pink-nippled tits jerking and jiggling beneath her, the small of her back curved downward with her beautiful asscheeks lifted high and spread while Clete's amazing prick hammered deep into her stretched, foam-mantled cunt. The girl had loved it then, and she could love it again. With the proper coaxing, she would fall into his arms again. He knew it! He just knew it!