Perverts 'R' Us

Abused and Destroyed - Part 5

By Loki925 ( MM/ggg, con, inc, ir )

This story is totally fictitious and does not contain anything or anyone in reality, whatever that is.

Three months had passed. The State was now faced with multi-billion dollar law suits from the girls who were raped by the Hatchers during their stay at the now demolished Hadley Hall. The State turned its attention towards the five missing girls. Much to the State's ire, the FBI stayed out of the matter because there was no proof that the missing girls had been taken across state lines. The State posted rewards for any information that could lead to the girls' abductors.

The posters served only to put the State under more heat but the State officials had some hope. About twenty-five percent of the people actually agreed with the State's position that the girls had been kidnapped. But that number was nowhere near enough to swing reelection for the current administration.

The State had to solve the problem and had to solve it fast. To this end Hal Davis had been brought in for questioning several times. But the officer in charge of the case was Anna Christensen. She simply picked up Hal and took him to the station, where he had coffee and donuts with Anna.

Polly Pure had gotten over weeping about her silly error. She was now livid that the girls under her supervision had not been returned. She decided to pay a visit to the police station and interview Hal Davis herself.

Polly entered the detectives' room of the police station and was appalled when she saw Mr. Davis eating donuts and drinking coffee.

"Who's in charge here?" she asked one of the detectives.

"She is," the police detective answered, pointing to Anna.

Angrily Polly walked over to the policewoman then asked, "Why is that man not in a cell?"

"What man?" Anna asked, knowing very well who Polly was referring to.

"That man," Polly answered and pointed to Hal.

"He is here under his own free will and there are no charges pending against Mr. Davis."

"I am sure he has knowledge of the girls' whereabouts."

"Ms. Pure, he claims he has no idea where the girls are."

"Well, can't you use one of your famous police tricks on him?"

"Ms. Pure, I am satisfied that Mr. Davis has no idea where the girls have been taken."

Anna had asked Hal once about the girls and never asked again. She had made up her mind long ago that the men did the right thing in rescuing the girls. She also knew that there was no way Hal would cave in to pressure even if he knew where the girls were.

The way Anna saw it, she had done her job by arresting the Hatchers. Even if the girls were with their grandfathers there was no better place for the girls to be.

"Joe, could you take Mr. Davis home?" Anna called to one of the detectives.

"Sure." he replied.

"You're not going to let him go, are you?" Polly asked.

"We have no reason to hold him here any longer." Anna replied.

Hal stood up.

Polly was angry. She was sure that Hal knew where the girls were. She charged past Anna and up to Hal Davis. "You know, don't you?"

Hal removed a fresh apple from a brown paper bag. He always brought a fresh apple to the police station, hoping that Polly Pure would show up.

"Care for an apple, Ms. Pure?" he said.

"He knows. Arrest him, he knows!" Polly screeched.

"Don't like apples, Ms. Pure? How about a nice candy bar." Hal said, and gave her a sly smile.

"I tell you, he knows!" Polly said louder. She hated being reminded how she had enticed the starved girls to say things she wanted to hear from them, using such treats.

Hal had one more treat in the bag. He pulled out a wrapped cracker and offered it to the woman. "Polly want a cracker?" he asked. Ms. Pure about lost it at that.

"Ready to go home now, Hal?" Joe asked.

"Yes, thank you."

"You can't let him go. He knows." Polly said with even more animation.

"Ms. Pure, if you do not calm down I will have you escorted from this station." Anna warned.

Hal followed Joe.

Polly changed her tactics. "Please Mr. Davis, I just want to help the girls."

Hal paid her no attention and continued to follow Joe.

"You did it, didn't you?" Polly still suspected that the girls had been molested by their grandfathers.

Hal turned around, took a few steps, and then said, "The only ones who molested my granddaughter were you and your Hatcher brothers. I cannot help you, Ms. Pure. I have no idea where the girls are. Now if you will excuse me, I have to put flowers on my seven-year-old granddaughter's grave."

"That's just not fair. I didn't know, I didn't know." Polly said, and started to cry.

"You should have, Ms. Pure. Here, take this, Ms. Pure. Give it to the next child you want to abuse." Hal said. He took the apple and placed it in Polly's hand. He turned and continued to follow the police detective out the door.

Holding the apple Polly Pure dropped to her knees and began to sob. After this incident Polly Pure never again bothered Hal Davis.

One month later the State offered to settle the suit, but the other girls and their families refused the offer unless the grandfathers of the abducted girls were granted amnesty. It took another two months before the State finally agreed.

With amnesty granted, Mike and Ken finally came out of hiding. But instead of returning to the Square they bought a small working ranch. Hal stayed behind and sold the homes of all the guys.

His own home was the last one sold. After it was sold, he had promised to join Mike and Ken at the ranch they had bought. But he was unable to keep his promise. One day shortly after Hal signed the final papers selling his home he went to his grand daughter's grave.

He knelt and placed flowers on her grave. Hal said a few prayers and was about to get up. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest and he fell on top of his granddaughter's grave. Turning his head Hal looked up and he saw a vision of Sue holding out her hand to him. Trembling, Hal raised his hand up towards her. It was the last thing he did.

Hal was found to be dead from what the doctors said was a heart attack, but that was not the true cause of Hal Davis' death. He died from a broken heart the same day his granddaughter, Sue, died after falling from the rotted-out window of Hadley Hall.

He had fulfilled his promise to hold down the fort. When that was done all Hal really wanted was to be with his granddaughter. His remains were buried beside hers.

One day after Hal Davis died the first new owners of the guys' homes moved in. Seeing another elderly woman move into the Square brought great joy to the Old Bat's hard heart. Perhaps she would have a friendly neighbor now.

Claudette failed to notice the woman had a husband who arrived well after his wife did.

She baked a small cake and entered the Square. Claudette walked to the new woman's house and knocked on the door. The woman opened the door.

"Hello, my name is Claudette. I would like to welcome you to the neighborhood."

"Honey, who is at the door?" came a man's voice from inside.

"Our neighbor." the woman replied.

"You live with a man!" The Old Bat said with scorn in her eyes.

"Yes, my husband of almost thirty-five years now."

"Men are evil!" Claudette declared.

"Excuse me?"

"I said men are evil. Divorce him before it's too late." Claudette advised.

"I think you better leave now."

The Old Bat 'hissed', turned around and started back to her house with the rejected cake.

The woman closed the door. Her husband walked into the living room and asked, "What happened to the neighbor?"

"Oh, she was just some crazy old bat who said all men are evil. You're not evil, are you Ed?" she said teasingly.

"If you're asking if I am a dirty old man the answer is yes, I am. But it's only because I live with such a sexy old gal." Ed said, and fondled his wife's breast.

"Ed, what are you doing?"

Ed patted his wife's butt.

"Ed, it's only ten o'clock in the morning."

Ed un-zipped his wife's dress and it dropped to the floor.

"Ed, you dirty old man. I love you so much."

The sky grew very dark. The Old Bat slowly continued back to her house.

"Looks like rain," Ed said.

"Oh, who cares? Let's go to bed."

"If you insist, you sexy old gal." The elderly couple held hands and walked to their bedroom.

Lightning blazed across the very dark sky. The Old Bat was half way home. The wind roared. Small drops of rain began to fall. The sky turned obsidian black. Thunder smashed the deep, black sky. The Old Bat was three quarters of the way home. Sheets of water dropped from the sky.

"Oh Ed, you sure know how to make an old girl happy."

The Old Bat was struck with a huge bolt of white hot fire. For a very brief moment, Claudette danced like a plastic doll, her body twisting in every direction.

"Ed, I am cumminggggg!!!"

The sky cleared and the bright light of the sun shone down on the Old Bat's smoking dead body. Next to Claudette was a perfectly charred small devil's food cake. Who knows what had turned her into a bitter old woman? We all have some demons in our lives.

At the new ranch home of Ken and Mike:

The ranch home had two very large bedrooms, two baths, a large kitchen and dining area, and a seventy-five gallon hot water tank. The house was old but in very good condition. The ranch also had a small barn and a corral.

It was ten miles to the nearest neighbor but the girls were ecstatic. They actually had a real bathroom again. They could not wait. The three older girls stripped off their clothing and all three ran naked into the shower.

The men took Mary with them into the other bathroom. They bathed her, letting her wash her privates herself. The little girl didn't want anyone else to touch her 'down there'. Indeed she really didn't want to be touched anywhere, but she had learned to tolerate being bathed. When she was toweled dry they wrapped her in a new robe and tucked her into her bed. Then Mike and Ken bathed themselves.

After living in a cabin, Mike and Ken were happy to have a house for the girls and their own selves. The biggest problem they still had was Mary. It had been eight months since they went into hiding and in all that time Mary had not come out of her almost catatonic stupor. She went through the motions of dressing and eating, but her mind seemed far away.

Mike and Ken now had full custody of Mary. It was part of the agreement the two men had signed with the former State they lived in. It would take several more days before the new furniture arrived and Ken and Mike would use that time to check into reliable psychiatrists for Mary.

The only other problem Mike and Ken had was satisfying their little granddaughters' almost incessant sexual appetites. But there was hope. Just on the horizon in one week the girls would again start school, which would give the two men time to rest.

To the giggles of the girls in the shower, Mike and Ken started to peel potatoes. The girls had requested real mashed potatoes, with lots of butter, and hot dogs for dinner. After eating Meals Rejected by Everyone (MREs) for the last eight months Mike and Ken were also ready for some real food. They would have corn on the cob with the meal too.

About thirty minutes later dinner was ready and Mike and Ken called the girls in for dinner. They brought little Mary with them. There was no table in the kitchen yet so everyone sat in a circle on the floor. The girls were dressed in new terry cloth robes Mike and Ken had just bought for them.

It was Pam's turn to say the dinner prayer.

She prayed, "It's hard to wait for dinner when you're hungry as a bear,

but everything tastes better after you say your 'thank you' prayer. Thank You."

Each girl had a paper plate with a plastic spoon and fork. On each plate was a big pile of mashed potatoes, a cob of corn, and a hot dog. Mike dished out a plate of food for Mary and set it before her on the floor. She picked at the food, slowly feeding herself but without any sign that she was enjoying it.

Pam picked up her plate but the potato, corn and hot dog combination was too much for the paper plate and some of the mashed potatoes slipped off the plate and onto her feet. Hailey picked up her plate. The plate bent in two and she was spattered with mashed potatoes, and the corn and hot dog landed right between her legs.

Everyone started laughing. Tina laughed so hard her she kicked her plate right at Ken. Ken now had a hot dog and corn cob on his lap and a number of globs of mashed potatoes dotted his shirt and pants. Mike laughed at Ken only to receive a small handful of mashed potatoes on the top of his head.

That was it. The mashed potato, corn and hot dog food fight was on. Everyone was tossing mashed potatoes, corn cobs and hot dogs at each other. During the fight a big glob of mashed potatoes landed on Hailey between the 'V' opening of her robe.

Hailey opened her robe and butter-laden mashed potatoes slid further down her chest. Hailey now had puffy strawberry size breasts with pink little nipples. Her breasts were a little sore from growing pains, and as the cool butter-laden potatoes slid onto her breasts it sent small pulses of pleasure to her still hairless pussy.

Hailey stopped throwing mashed potatoes and smeared both of her breasts with the cool wet mixture of buttered mashed potatoes. The grease from the butter eased the soreness of Hailey's growing breasts.

Tina saw what Hailey was doing and she opened her robe. Then she smeared her flat chest with her wet mashed potato encrusted hands. In the last eight months, she had watched Hailey's breasts grow from less than half a small pea size to nice plump red ripe strawberries. And she too wanted some nice strawberry sized tits, maybe even bigger.

"Grandpa," Pam said, "you're all white." Ken's face and head was almost covered with wet, slightly drying mashed potatoes. Ken and Mike had let the girls get the best of the mashed potato food fight.

Mike looked at his black friend and started to laugh. Ken indeed looked very mashed potato white. "You should see yourself," Mike said, "You look like Mr. Mashed Potato Head." Ken laughed.

Tina placed two large globs of mashed potatoes on her chest, and then said, "Look Grandpa, my tits are bigger than Hailey's." Tina's potato blobs started to slide off her chest.

Before Ken could say anything Pam said, "Can I have tits too?"

There were no more mashed potatoes left except for the ones that were plastered onto Ken's head, shirt and pants but he said, "Sure."

Pam opened her robe. She had nothing underneath her robe. She walked over to him. Ken scraped some potatoes off his face. He placed two small blobs onto Pam's flat nipples.

"There," Ken said, "you now have tits."

Pam looked at the white globs on her light brown skin and she was pleased. "Grandpa, lick my tits."

Tina cupped her hands under her mashed potato tits. "Mine too," she added.

Hailey stood up and opened her robe. She walked over to Mike and said, "Grandpa, now that I have real tits, when will I get some hair down there?"

Mike looked at his granddaughter's slightly wet cunt and said, "Here," then stroked his finger up and down her still bald pussy slit.

Hailey shivered with pleasure.

Ken was nibbling the mashed potatoes off Tina's little hands.

Pam took off her robe and sat on Ken's mashed potato covered lap.

Hailey un-buckled Mike's pants, and then let her robe slide off onto the mashed potato covered floor. The mashed potato, corn and hot dog eating and fuck fest began.

The men took the girls on their laps and kissed them, and then they began to lick the potato splatters off the girls' bare bodies and swallow the bits of food. Before long this turned into an oral orgy with everybody kissing and licking each other all over their bodies, eating the food that way. Only Mary was left out, the little girl watching the proceedings warily.

The girls loved sucking and playing with their grand dads' cocks. Hailey now had Mike stripped naked. She had him sit down on the mashed potato smeared floor. When he was sitting she took his cock into her hand. It was a lot bigger than a hot-dog wiener.

Tina and Pam slid a little on the slick floor but Ken caught them and they slid together. The girls landed just in the right place and they started hungrily to suck their grandpa's cock like it was a big succulent hot-dog wiener.

Hailey now had a hard man wiener to stuff into her own wet and ready hot girl bun. She straddled her grandpa and impelled her hot bun onto his fat long wiener. She moaned with great pleasure as her grandpa's long, fat wiener filled the empty opening of her wet hot girl bun.

"Rub my tits, Grandpa." Hailey demanded. Mike rubbed Hailey's strawberry-sized tits with his greasy buttered fingers as Hailey moved her hot bun up and down his long, fat hot wiener.

"Oh grandpa, that feels so good!" Hailey moaned.

Tina was moving her little white bun up and down her grandpa's fat, long, black wiener. Pam was smaller and she always had to wait for her turn. She munched down on an ear of corn, eating off the final kernels of corn. Then she took the cob and tickled her little brown bun with it. With the kernels of corn removed the remaining cob was about the thickness of her grandpa's hard cock.

Pam looked at the corn cob and thought maybe she could use that. She placed the tip of the corn cob against her hot, little brown bun. It was just the right size, so she slowly slid it up into her ready vagina and began to move it in and out of her light brown little bun. The soft, nubby surface of the cob felt real good inside her.

Ken saw Pam using the corn cob and wondered what little girl cum would taste like mixed with cold corn and butter. He still had some corn left on his own cob. He licked his lips and helped Tina move her little white bum up and down his fat, long hot wiener.

Hailey's bun overheated and she sprayed her little girl sauce onto her grandpa's fat, long, hot wiener. Her bun sauced and sauced his long fat wiener. Her bun clamped down on his hot wiener and her grandpa's hot wiener sauce soaked her hot bun.

Pam's little brown bun splattered her little girly hot sauce all over the corn cob inside her. Tina's white bun slathered her grandpa's fat, long, black wiener and Ken added his own hot sauce into her very hot white bun.

Hailey saw Pam using the corn cob. She wanted to try that. She eased herself off her grandpa's softening cock and grabbed her own corn cob. She was about to use it when suddenly little Mary seemed to come out of her stupor.

Mary stood up and rushed over to the fucking couples. She struck Ken with her small fists, screaming at him, "Evil Black Man! No fuck! No fuck! Black Man Bad! Go To Hell! No Fuck! No! No!" The men and the girls all stopped and stared at the frantic little girl. She was finally animated. Were they going to be able to help little Mary now?

E-mail: loki925@hotmail.com