he had to break away before her alluring body corrupted him completely.
'We'll go find your mother,' he said in a voice still weak from the shock of his own lewd desires. 'Wait here. I'll go get that old rifle.'
Will had no way of knowing if it would tire. He couldn't even tell for sure if it was boded. If not, at least he could use it like a club. He picked up the ancient flintlock and walked back to meet Shelly.
'You stay behind me,' he said. He didn't want to be tempted or distracted by the sway of her appealing ass.
Lewd thoughts of incestuous desire already made it hard for him to think clearly. 'But stay close!'
'Don't worry! I don't want to be the next to disappear.'
They started across the meadow toward the knoll, and I'll kept thinking it was a damn fool thing they were doing. But what other choice did they have? It would take three days to walk out and get help. Who knew what might happen in that much time?
And it would mean sleeping alone with his daughter in the tent at night. Will had doubts that he could resist temptation that long. Babs had first started the lewd stirrings in his mind, and that was bad enough, but Shelly made them worse. The disgusting obscenity of fucking his own beautiful daughter made the idea all the more exciting.
By the time they reached the knoll, Will felt his heart beating like thunder in his chest. He could feel a ringing echo in his ears. His hands shook as much with disgust for himself as fear of what they might find. His palms were glazed with sweat, and the smooth varnished stock of the rifle felt slippery in his grasp.
'Dad, look here – there's a hole.'
'Probably a ground squirrel or a rabbit.' He'd been so preoccupied, he'd passed by without even noticing.
'No, it's like a chimney. There's a metal pipe inside, and the grass around the edge is all black with soot.'
'What? Let me see.' He looped back and bent down, cradling the rifle across his knees.
'For Christ's sake! It is a chimney. That means this dome must be a house of some, kind.'
'There aren't supposed to be any man-made structures in the wilderness area,' Shelly said. 'I read about them tearing down all the old miners' cabins.'
'Maybe that's why this one is so well-hidden.' He bent lower cocking an ear toward the soot blackened hole. He felt a rush of rising warmth, and for some reason could think of nothing but his daughter's pussy. It had to be furred with silky black curls as dense and gleaming as the hair on her head.
'But why would anyone…'
'Ssshhhh! I think I hear something.' Will leaned as close as he dared, ignoring the heat. He heard Roxanne's voice, muffled and strained in torment.
'No more! Please! Fuck me if you want to…'
By then Shelly had leaned down close to him, also trying to hear. Her black, soft waves of hair brushed his cheek. When he caught his breath, he also drew in the fresh and appealing scent.
God, how much shit is one man supposed to stand? Will asked himself. Through the hidden stovepipe, he could hear his tormented wife practically begging some bastard to fuck her, and his own sexy young daughter was tempting him so outrageously that he felt his cock ache.
'Get away,' he said. He didn't want her to hear what was going on. And he didn't want her fresh good looks distracting him almost to the point of not caring what happened to his wife.
Will could hear another muffled female voice – mostly moans and cries. But he recognized them as coming from Babs. Like whet she was lying next to him in the tent fingering her juicy cunt. It seemed he could focus his mind on nothing but the obscene.
'What is it? What's wrong?' Shelly could not understand his stricken look.
'Your mother and Babs are both in there,' he said. He didn't tell her that it sounded like one of them was gettin fucked and the other was about to.
'Let's find the door and get them out,' she said anxiously. Will shook his head, as much to clear it as to say no. 'There are also two men,' he said. 'But you've got that gun.'
'It's a single shot… and I'm not even sure it'll fire.'
Then they heard the two female voices unite in a long and horrible scream. Will cringed and felt the hair stand erect on the back of his neck. Shelly shivered. 'Daddy… you've got to do something! It sounds like they're both being killed!'
He nodded, but he knew it wasn't that bad. Not yet. In fact, from the shrill intensity of Babs' voice, she might have been having the best climax of her life. But Roxanne's cry had another tone, and he didn't want to think what had anguished her to the point of begging to be fucked.
'You stay right here,' he told the girl. 'Crouch down and stay out of sight. Sounds like there's an opening around on the other side. Maybe hidden in that bush.'
Will started around the base of the knoll and thumbed the hammer of the gun to full cock. He shuddered at the sharp metallic click it made, and he shuddered even more at the lewd images that flashed through his mind.
An opening hidden in the brush. Shelly's black furred cunt. The hammer fully cocked. So was he. His cock throbbed with an obscene passion that he could neither understand nor control except by forcing himself to face whatever hell lay beneath this innocent-looking grass mound.
In movies or on TV, the hero was always brave and fearless. Will always thought that was a lot of shit. Now he knew for sure. Only by the greatest of efforts could he keep from pissing and crapping in his pants. Both at once.
He picked his way cautiously through the tangle of brush, making his way to a narrow slit. Like a cunt. Even fear had not forced that vision from his mind. Christ… all this is driving me nuts! he thought.
Will pressed flat against the earthen wall of the slit and edged down the sloping ramp, holding the gun raised, one finger curled anxiously on the trigger.
Once his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he could see Roxanne with her arms pulled back cruelly and apparently tied around the stout pillar in the middle of the room. Before her, a want of a man stood leering with a whip in his hand. Naked. Stark naked!
In the shadows on one side of the room he saw a yellow-gold flash. That had to be Babs, her silken hair bouncing as another naked, hairy ape-like man fucked his huge cock in and out of her a s. She made babbling sounds, and he grunted with beastly joy.
Opposite, hunched almost into a ball, he saw another young woman with long, silky dark-brown hair pitched forward across the peaks of her tits.
She wore only a loincloth made of rabbit fur and she sat like she could hardly wait for her turn to come.
Shit, I've blundered into a dungeon of torment and abuse. Roxanne's clothes had been all but ripped off. Only the tattered remains hung in place, and they concealed nothing of her lush, ripe curves.
The man facing her drew back a long black leather whip. Will gulped, shouldered the ancient rifle and barged into the room. 'Hold it right there!'
Silas whirled half-around. When he saw the half-inch bore of the flintlock aimed at the middle of his chest, he froze. The terrified glint in his beady eyes told Will one thing he'd wanted to know. The gun must be loaded!
'Er, you be damn careful with that old gun, mister. She's got a hair trigger.'
'Then you're the one who should be damn careful!'
Silas nodded and let the whip slide from his hand. He backed up slowly toward the timber where Roxanne was bound.
'Don't take another step unless you like the smell of gunpowder,' Will said.
'Too late, fella.' Silas flashed an evil grin. His hairy back touched Roxanne's jutting nipples. He felt their firm, hot touch beneath his shoulder blades. 'At this range, the ball outta that rifle will go right through me and have enough zap left to kill your pretty wife.'
Will felt a cringing moment of uncertainty. Then he slowly raised the barrel. 'Since you're so much taller… I can blow off the top of your fucking head and not hit anything but that wooden pole behind.'
