August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 16
Other Stains

The Storm
	Although there was great interest in her story, Merrill kept most of it to herself.  It wasn’t that she was being selfish or shy, her story was a horrible one and she wished only to let it go.
	Unfortunately, it wouldn’t go.  It was a nightmare, a living nightmare.  And what was worse, there were others, the ones still on the searat ship, Kalamath, that were still enduring.
	And although it was a nightmare, and although it would seem impossible if not implausible--Merrill of North Church Abbey was going to rescue them.  Well, make an attempt.  She firstly had to get well, devise a plan, and acquire some brass balls!
	She knew where the searat scourge Balzitch was taking the survivors of the abbey, his fortress on Bloodgrit Island.  As to how exactly she knew it she kept to herself.
	Jake, John, Harold, Stephan, and Diane talked amongst themselves; there HAD been life in the Phase Shift Indicator.  At the very edge of the open grassland field it was detected there was a “doorway” readying to open.
	“There’s no guarantee that the next place will be any better than here.” commented John.
	Which was true.  Some of the “universes” they had come to (and thru) had been lackluster; some were flat inhospitable.  Others had been bland and the group glad to find another “home” quickly.
	And some were flat out dangerous.
	“I only fear that that Scourge rat doesn’t come here.” stated Diane.
	Everyone agreed on that.	
	“I don’t think he can get his ship in too close,” stated John, “the water’s are kind of rough, from what I can tell there’s a shoal out there and beyond that a coral reef.”
	“If he was desperate enough,” said Stephan, “he might use small boats.”
	No one wanted to hear that.  It was true, but still…
	“We probably need to start up some sort of defensive measures--”
	“And a warning alarm of some kind.” added Jake.
	“We’re not alone here,” John said, “we don’t know how dangerous this Balzitch creature can be--to humans.”
	“And we don’t have any allies, we’re alone.” Stephan amended.
	“We’re in this by ourselves.”
	“All the more reason we maybe should consider--” drawled out Diane, it was just out of concern for the children of the Victorian household by the sea.
	The discussions went on and on and on into the wee hours of the night.  In the end, at morning break, it was decided that they would stay.  A warning-alarm would be instilled as soon as possible, defensive measures checked, backup plans, and so on.
	Jake kinda sorta wanted to know where Merrill’s North Church Abbey was, along with where was Bloodgrit Island.  He wondered just how big was the Scourge of the Sea, human size, linebacker size, something bigger?  Merrill never mentioned any other weapons other than swords.  So “guns” were still a technology unknown.  Which was good.
	Merrill drifted in and out of sleep periodically.  Jake never did what he had did the first night watching her, he got a case of the heebie-jeebies and guilts.

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	There never was a rat that was dirtier than he
	This rat they call the Scurge of the seas
	There never was a rat that was more hideous than he
	This rat they fear at the mere shadow of he

	He creeps along in the stillness of dawn
	With eyes of steel and teeth of pitch
	No one dare cross his path
	Lest they fall away still to the wayside ditch

Merry and Silas quickly picked the berries before the horde found them, the day was waning and they didn’t wish to miss the festivities.  The sounds of pitter-pattering feet began to rush in on them, “Hurry, Merry!” said Silas, “they’ve almost on us!”
	Merry picked the berries, spilt a few, pawed some into her mouth then scurried after the molekin, the scampering of tiny feet of the abbey’s children were upon them, though--and the berries in Sister Merry and Brother Silas’ baskets were gobbled up in no time!
	The berries that grew at the edge of Mossflower were the sweetest and most desirable.  The berries that grew closer to the North Church were not as tasty, and wouldn’t be for several more weeks.  But there was a festival that very night and the younger members of the Church sought to please their elders.
	There, too, was a storm brewing.  Brother Cleft had more than enthusiastically beat his log drum to signal the outlander kin surrounding the Church to come into the church for safety--and to partake of the delicious festival.
	The creatures of the abbey celebrated via festivals for virtually everything--seasons mostly; but for those adventurous creatures who had trekked to the shoreline, the mountains and desert; for the birth of a new woodlander; when young novices of the church ascended to a higher position in rank; for jobs well done beyond the call, and so on.  There was a festive festival practically every week!
	Usually the festivals were held outdoors where great numbers of woodlander kin could assemble.  But with the abbot adamant that a terrible storm was coming, the celebration (the Festival of Early Blooms) would be held indoors.  The indoors was a little smaller but would suffice.
	Sister Merrill stood at the back gate of the abbey, listening intently to the wind that was picking up, the already giddy Brother Mathis and Hillim as they had already gotten into abbey wine.  She also heard the uproar of the abbey’s children at the far edge of the abbey’s boundary.  She knew that they should be closer, but they were playing--being children.
	Life at the North Church was good.  Deftly she pushed back the horror that dwelled within her.  She, unlike most of the creature kin of the abbey and surrounding area, was not from Mossflower.  Merrill tightened her paws and raised her face to be kissed by the wind.
	The wind was getting stronger, ole Father Abbot must have been right (about the storm) after all.  A taste of the mead would be good, there were excellent cheeses and scones, something Sister Jai called “peanut” butter filled her senses.  Life at the abbey was good, all the kin were good to her, they had taken her in and--
	Lightning flashed across the skies interrupting her thoughts.

*

	No longer hearing the children she made her way out.  The skies were darkening and the wind increasing.  
	“Vada!  Sam!  Akira!” she called out some of the children’s names.  The storm had silenced their playing and they were probably slinking in a hollow of a log or tree--making all the more difficult to find them.
	A steady rain began to fall upon the young mousekin gal, she hated being wet.  It conjured up a more horrible time in her young life when she was most always wet.
	Suddenly she saw the tousled brown head of Akira, a nervous hamster kin.  He and his family had come from a far away land only months prior to Merrill’s arrival.  And like Merrill, Brother T’ki (Akira’s father) was escaping tyranny.
	In the hollow of a great tree that was leaning and not all that safe were five children of the North Church, Sorrowfoot, Clover being the other kin, both mousekins like Merril.  Vada was a molekin while Sam was a small otterkin.
	Merrill quickly came to them and was ready to chastise them when something caught her eye.  It was just a glimpse but the hackles on the back of her neck picked up and she ducked down.
	She realized that it could be someone from the abbey, but not likely.
	It could be very well one of the outlanders, some were not so kind and that well welcomed but were not turned away just the same.  
	“Who was out here?” Merrill asked the cold shaking children.
	“Brother Silas and Sister Merry.” replied Vada.
	“What were they doing?” 
	“Picking berries for the festival.” 
	Berry juice was smeared all over the young ones’ faces and paws.
	Then again there was something out in the woods.
	Merrill hushed the children kin and made herself as invisible as possible.  She couldn’t shake the hackles, her stomach tightened and she desperately wanted to know who it was.
	It wasn’t too long before she found out.

	As quickly as it had come it had quit, the rain.  But the clouds remained steady on and Merrill knew the rain wasn’t over.  
	“Stay put.” warned Merrill.  She crept out of the tree and crawled along the soggy ground under the bushes.  Her claws (fingers) dug into the mud along a small virtually unknown trail thru the woods--searats!
	Four of them, one was pausing to pee.  Another picked at his teeth, another squatted and seemed in some sort of trance (or asleep), the other stood looking around sniffing the air.
	“I’s smells somethings tasties!” he declared in a gruff.
	“Ole ‘balz will have us some grub soon enough.”
	“He’d bloody well better!” bitched the one squatting.
	“Aye, four months on the water and--”
	Another searat came upon them, “Aye, looky ‘ere whoit I found!”
	Sister Merry.  
	Merrill closed her eyes, the horror of a time long ago filled her.  She tightened her body, there was no way to save Merry--but maybe she could save the abbey.

A hole to remember
	Balls were slapping, cum was squirting, sweat dripped, holes were reamed.  He had always wanted to know what it was like to be buggered, and now that he knew--he wasn’t so sure if he liked it or not, it was kinda of like having just passed a huge turd.  Maybe it got better after time…
	After having his own hole buggered, it was the buggerer’s turn.  Danny schlong was stiff, dripping cum and ready to plunge.  Tuck was willing (maybe too willing).  He turned about and bent over, spreading his cheeks.  Danny had a bit of hesitation--plugging a boy hole was very different than a girl’s hole.
	Slowly, though, Danny ran the head of his bulbous teen dick up Tuck’s ass crack and was ready to make insertion--when his Narly Senses kicked in.  His hands rested on Tuck’s hips and a small part of him (mostly his horny cock) was ready to just plunge in and get it over with.  But the Narly Senses redirected him.

	Back into the Boys Gym where a small gathering had gathered.
	The center of attention was Truck Maltz, one of the four bullies at Casper Jr. High.  But Truck was a different kind of psychopathic bully, rather than Pushing/Shoving/Kicking and other “psychical” things attributed to being a “Bully”, Truck Maltz had other methods of indignity.  But keeping with the “Bully” persona, he generally picked on the less likely to resist or fuss.
	Charles “Corky” Thatermann was a retard, a special ed student ina non-special school.  It was known that the boy could be virtually talked into anything.  Danny and Tuck didn’t know him too well, he was knew and kept to himself and to other students who were grouped into non-mainstream.
	Presently, “Corky” had been “talked into” having something crammed up his ass.  That deed had been done hours earlier, it was now time to poop it out.  Corky stood over a toilet in the boys bathroom, naked, pushing out a candy bar.  Truck Maltz stood watching, grinning while a half dozen other boys jeered and kept watch for others, do-gooders, and coaches.
	Then, once the bar was pooped out, Corky fished it out, washed it off, and ATE IT!
	All for twenty dollars!
	The crows roared.
	Danny was sickened, Tuck was stunned.
	
Eye openers
	Danny took Tucker with him, checking back on a couple of those spied on previously.  Tuck went merrily along naked, Danny wisely chose to dress, but wished he could go nude.  He feared the power of invisibility would suddenly stop and there he’d be--butt bare assed naked for all to see.
	The first house to re-visit was the Taylor home, where boys Brad and Randy had taken their schlongs to their passed out mother.  On the second visit, the boys were home, nor the mother.  The daddy had just arrived, Tim.  And he was in the company of a very wee one, who had to do just that--wee.
	She was in a short frilly dress of blue and shades of, ribbons and eyes to match.  “Uncle” Tim whisked her quickly to the hall bathroom, and for Danny and Tuck, he left the door open (after firstly calling for to see if anyone was home.)
	Then, upon hearing no one and the young Gracie in serious need of a toilet, Tim placed the tyke on the toidy and lowered her undies.  He placed himself on his knees and worked the child’s panties to her ankles.  As soon as her darling ass hit the toilet seat--even before, she was peeing.
	She farted, too.
	Tim and Gracie giggled.  Tim tickled the child and Danny noted the bulge between the man’s legs.  With the Narly Senses going off the scale, Danny was very muchly enthused about hanging to see what else would go on.
	After a good pee, Tim took some toilet paper and wiped the child’s cunny.  Danny cock was throbbing and began to pulse as Tim lifted the child off the toilet and wiped her innocent young cunny, her dress held up and her bareness bare.
	Gracie’s panties were left on the bathroom floor.  Tim carried her, tickled her, and sat her (bare ass) on the kitchen table and gave her some cookies and milk.  General chit chat, playing, and Uncle-to-niece type things.  Danny and Tuck left them, but stayed in the house.  They went prowling up stairs, checking bedrooms just to make sure.
	Danny checked the masterbath and the panties in the hamper.
	Tuck put ON a pair of the panties--it was comical and led to the boys frolicking with Danny stuffing his cock up inside the panties against Tucker’s ass.
	This only led to Danny humping his friend’s glory hole.
	This only led to yet another interruption as the Narly Senses demanded attention.

	Daringly, on the large coach in the sunken living room, Tim had Gracie on top of him.  The three year old was sacked out sound to sleep.  Her dress was off on the floor, Tim’s manly manhood was out gouging up against Gracie’s pussy, a free hand cupping and squeezing the child’s ass.
	All kinds of groaning and moaning--all kinds.  Tim moved his phallic all over the child’s young cunny, up the crack and finally it began squirting out loads of hot sticky cum.  Tim’s body tightened as he ejaculated, he breathed hard and relaxed thereafter.
	Thereafter, he gently eased the child onto the floor, opened her legs and began licking her pussy.  Gripping her ankles he lifted the child’s legs up and continued masturbating, pressing his prong against her pussy and asshole, still.
	Then, he moved up the girl’s body, humping on her belly, chest, and finally against her face.  With great strides of patient endurance he guided into her young mouth his cum squirter.
	More cum squirted and filled the mouth, coated the lips, and spewed onto the cheeks.  Uncle Tim was done, at least his cock was.  Up against her face he humped then gently ever so gently rolled her over, parted her cheeks and began fingering her asshole.
	This led to licking said hole and finally the wicked uncle stood.  He left the nude cum coated child alone for a few seconds as he dashed (nakedly) to the private den and retrieved a still camera.
	As many as a dozen pictures Tim took, some with young Gracie on her stomach, some on her back.  Some with her legs held up.  Some pics had his cock in her mouth (again), or humping against her poon (and asshole.)  He soon was able to get a boner going again but took some effort to unload love cream.  He snapped a couple of pictures of his ejaculate smearing the girl’s poon--money shot.  Thereafter, he took the film out of the camera, returned the camera--then picked up Gracie, their clothes, and went up stairs.
	Danny and Tuck made themselves scarce.

*

Wow, things I never knew about you

	“And it’s like that all over.” Danny explained to his naked friend.  Both had just entered a neighborhood store--butt bare assed naked and helped themselves to some candy, snacks, and soda pop.  The full compounding realization of what being Invisible meant to the two horn dogs was overwhelming.  But both agreed SPYING was the best.  Super Spy, Super Hero, ultimate bank robber or something like was fantasy stuff.  Spying and having their way occasionally with the unwary was good enough for them.
	Danny swung by the creepy Mason Klinton house, but the Narly Senses didn’t kick in and it didn’t look as if anyone were home, of course, it looked like that all the time.  The boys scurried on, making for Danny’s house.
	However, the Narly Senses of Danny Phanton DID kick in--when in the proximity of their mutual friend, Samantha.  She had told them earlier that she would be “busy” that day.  There were days that Sam did things with her family, or by herself--babysitting and whatever.  Though Sam was a close friend of Danny & Tuck, she was sometimes kinda secretive.
	Boldly naked and determined the boys made way into the quaint house Sam Mahann lived in.  The boys’ first surprise was how well off the house appeared to be.  The next surprise was Sam was home, getting boffed by a young boy in her charge! 
	Forrest paused in Danny and Tuck’s telling of their story; creatures in the woods about the cabin had been noted.  BIG creatures.  Big CREEPY creatures.  The assembled group of Forrest’s assembled and made way into the cellar that was designated as a safe shelter.  
	Creepy Mason Klinton and Forrest slipped out into the inky darkness.  It had been months at the cabin, Forrest was rather enjoying himself, it was a good home and improving all the time.  There was ample food (one had to go and get out of the forest and streams, but it was still there.)  The weather always seemed to be fairly decent, there was a want for nothing.
	Danny and his group had been good additions, along with the creepy Mason and his gothic niece Lydia and her friend, Lucy.  Forrest expected others would traipse into his world, and that was fine--so long as it was understood that if they came to settle with him or near him, they would adopt the ways of Forrest or continue on their way.
	(Forrest’s way was, of course, sex.)  and lots of it.
	In between sex, there was story telling--everyone sharing their particular story and how they came to be in the new world.  Danny and Tuck (and Samantha) had dousies of stories to spill.  Mason and his nice, with friend, were more subtle and had not quite given up their story.  (the story regarding the Klintons and friend were told privately when the Subjects were elsewhere or at least out of earshot.)
	Forrest noted no odor to detect, the night was dark, damn dark.  He listened and heard nothing but some of those making a visit to the outhouse definitely reported “something’s out there!”
	But neither Forrest or Mason saw or heard anything.  Forrest told Mason of the Creeps, the tall gray cloaked fun seekers.  The minotaurs, too.  Mason took the information in and didn’t disbelieve as he fully accepted the “where” of where he was.  He assumed that there were “other” creatures about, kind and not so.
	“If it keeps up,” said Mason, “or those creepy creatures start coming around, it might be wise to move on to someplace more safe.”
	“I don’t know if there IS someplace safe.” Forrest replied, he hadn’t known Mason that long, or Danny.  They were new arrivals and it had taken a few days for them to settle in.
	Forrest told Mason of how many times he and the other had had to move.  He was getting to the point whereas he was ready to take a stand.  With no physically damaging weapons of the technological kind, other methods of persuasion would have to be brought to bare.
	Come the new morning, Forrest had to curtail the groups’ usually daily wanderings, until at least the coast was clear and it was determined to be safe.  Those who had “seen” somethings wandering the woods didn’t normally fib or make things up.  Something HAD been out there; if it had been minotaurs, they would not have been “quiet.”  
	If it had been the creepy Creeps--signs of their passing would surely be about--broken twigs and such.  He didn’t think the creatures “walked” as per se normal bipeds but rather “floated” somehow.  But they still had mass and still broke twigs as they passed.
	There was nothing to do but to keep a tentative watch out--and to listen to the rest of Danny’s story…

Wow, things I never knew about you continued
	The boy was Adam Garp, he was a mere handsome seven years young and butt bare assed naked.  So was Sam.  Sam’s legs were parted wide with Adam Garp right between, humping to beat all against Sam’s gash.  Sam had her hands tight on the boy’s bare bum, biting her purple lips and “helping” Adam to fuck her.
	Adam, too, was suckling on one of Sam’s tits, occasionally his little seven year old prong slipped out--Sam gripped it--masturbated it, and stuffed it back into her cunny.
	Tuck was blown away, shocked and stunned.
	Danny was amused.  He was shocked and stunned as Tuck, but amused.  It was totally out of character for Sam to be so, ‘you think you know some one!’
	After a few more pump-minutes Sam seemingly had an orgasm.  Her body stopped twitching and gyrating and she seemed more at peace.  Young Adam had stopped pumping, too.  
	At length, Samantha pulled her young charge up to her chest, having him straddle her and hump his little willy between her lovely teenage breasts.  Adam liked, a lot.
	Afterwards, Samantha took to sucking on the boy’s pee-pee, engulfing the whole of his testicles and all.  This soon led to Sam working the boy’s penis until at long last he did something.
	He was too young to cum.
	But just right to pee.
	A steady stream of boy pee streamed out of Adam’s cock and showered Samantha’s face!

	The two bathed together, young Adam latching onto Sam’s titties and sucking on them--peeing on her some more; Sam fondling the boy’s penis and caressing his naked ass to her delight.
	Thereafter, they dried one another off and then--
	Spanking!
	Spanking and Stuffing.
	Adam smacked as hard as he could Samantha’s bare ass, then used one of her black gothic belts that was wide and had silver lined holes.  Sam fingered herself while she was spanked, she seemed to really get off on it.
	She spanked Adam, too--not too hard and just with her hand.
	There was more fucking and soon the young tyke fell to sleep.
	Sam went nude thru her house, Danny and Tucker followed her and really wished (Danny did) that he could tell her, let her know about the invisibility stuff.  He still had qualms about letting her in on the mind warping abilities.
	In the kitchen Sam got out a sizeable cucumber--and promptly stuffed it up her ass!  She laid herself across the kitchen table and crammed the makeshift dildo into her gloryhole.
	Danny couldn’t take it anymore and zapped the girl.

	Tuck ran his hands all over the nude girl’s body, his black pole hard and dripping love cream.  Danny on his knees behind the girl parted her cheeks and pulled the green vegetable out.  He was totally amazed, and extremely hard.  ‘she’ll never know the difference!’ Danny grinned to himself and replaced the cuke with his cock.
	Tuck, meanwhile, was in her mouth.  He had gotten onto the table, opened his legs wide and brought himself up to the unconscious girl’s face.  Gingerly he worked her mouth down onto his fuck stick and proceeded with the humping of her face.
	Danny fully inserted himself and pumped away.  He enjoyed looking down to see his cock pumping in and out of Sam’s ass--every girl he had done so far filled his mind, too--the girl at the bookstore, her mother, and all the others.  He humped and pumped and pumped and humped until at last he began to surge.
	Tuck had gotten his fill, but hadn’t creamed.  He humped Sam’s face and then left.  Danny continued sodomizing his best friend until he was well spent.  He had very little energy left but enough to turn Samantha over, open her legs and nosh out her furry little cunt.

	There was a slight worry about Sam’s folks.  When were they due back, when did Sam have to have Adam back to HIS folks?  And where was Tucker?  Danny had licked and sucked on Sam’s cunt, fingered it and took a long healthy look upon the gash.  His cock was too thrashed out to get hard (enough) to poke her.  
	He lay on her partially and humped the gash’s entrance, but that was all.  (he sucked on her titties, too.)  Afterwards, he turned her gently back over and stuffed her asshole with the cucumber.  Then, he went to find Tucker.
	He found Tucker, molesting Adam.
	Actually, Tucker HAD molested, young Adam had, too, been affected by the Mind Zapper, allowing Tuck to stuff the boy’s backdoor.  Not fully or all the way, just partially.  Then, Tuck then did so infacto cream.  And a lot of it, cum completely covered/coated the young boy’s asshole rim, cheeks, and balls.
	Danny found himself strangely attracted to the youngster.  He didn’t know if whether it was the fact he was young, a boy, a young boy, or what.  He didn’t do anything, it was getting too late and they needed to scat.

Hanky Panky
	Once more a spy trip to the creepy Mason Klinton and his niece.  Danny was obsessed with them, they were just strange and their story was yet unknown.  
	As before, the house looked empty, but Narly Senses told Danny otherwise.  Quietly and ultra sneaky-like Danny and naked Tuck slipped into the house.
	It was dark within, no light color schemes, dark furniture.  
	Nothing going on downstairs, the boys traipsed upstairs.
	In a room designated as Lydia’s, BINGO!
	Lydia was nude, butt bare ass nude--and she had a friend on her bed--also nude--butt bare assed nude.  The friend was “Lucy.”  Lydia was on the floor, legs cockeyed/askew, her mouth buried into the muffin of her friend.  Lucy was equally bizarre as Lydia--if not more so.  Deeply gothic was she, deeply.  
	Lucy didn’t have a lot of ‘fur’ on her furburger, it was mostly shaved save a small patch on either side of her cunt lips.  Lydia’s tongue flicked all about, driving into the quivering quim while a finger finger-fucked the girl’s asshole.
	Danny was about to “zap” the girls and make a day of fucking them silly--when he was acutely aware of someone approaching.  
	Mason Klinton.
	The bedroom door opened fully and the man walked in.  Lydia turned her head and had that look of a “deer in the headlights” look.  She gulped and looked terribly frightened.  Lucy, however, bestowed no detectable emotion whatsoever.
	Nothing happened for a moment or two; then, Mason stepped fully into the room and hauled out his cock.  He stroked it, it was massive.  He looked to his young teenage niece who had taken on the same stoic appearance as her friend.  
	Lucy looked upon the masturbating uncle with a mild curiosity, then segued back to plain unappealing.  Mason stepped closer to his niece, the girl moved to her knees facing her uncle (and his massive schlong), then took over masturbating him.  
	After much ado about jerking her uncle’s pud, she pressed her lips to it and licked the piss slit to his delight.  One hand on his hip, the other roaming thru the girl’s thick coarse jet black hair.  Gently moving his hips he moved his manhood into her mouth and began pumping.
	Lucy began fingering herself, watching the action.  
	Slowly, Mason placed his hand onto the non-niece girl’s nearly bare poon, squeezing the clit, the lips, and slipping his fingers into the tight crevice.
	Moments later and gobs of sweet cum was drizzling out the corners of Lydia’s mouth.  She took the cum shooter and rubbed it all over her face.  She jacked the member into her mouth, fully draining it.
	Mason, though, though empty of splooge, wasn’t thru.
	As his cock limped out, he turned his attention to Lucy.  He turned her over and smoothed his hand over her naked bum, then smacked it.  Another smack followed--a little harder than the first.  Then another smack, another, and yet several more.  Each smack progressively harder than the previous.
	There was a point in the smacking series whereas the young teen flinched and tightened up her young naked body.  She didn’t cry out, though, yelp or make any noise of any kind.  Her ass became a nice shade of near puce.
	At the end of the smacking, Mason’s cock was once more a rigid stiffy.  With Lydia’s help the engorged organ was guided into Lucy’s backdoor.  Lucy herself helping holding her cheeks open, Lydia	 guiding her unc’s cock into the not-so-tight anus.
	The only sounds were balls slapping and even sweat dripping.  At the end, the well grown man let out a well deserved “ohhhhh”.  it was barely audible but very satisfying.  His ass cheeks flexed, his cock surged, his balls cinched up tight before sagging.  Rivers of man juice spilled out of Lucy’s shitter, the girl had fingered herself all the while she had been buggered.
	Mason finally rolled off onto his backside beside the fresh fucked (in the ass) teenage girl.  His member was steaming.  Lightly he massaged it and one of them farted.
	It was Lucy, she pooched her ass up some and farted again, squirting out the cum load lodged up into her hole.  Cum juices, too, spilled from her cunny as her body reeled in its own orgasmic bliss.

	A shower.  The man needed a shower.  He may have dosed off for a few minutes or so.  Lucy frigged her cunny and Lydia licked it out, then crawled up onto her naked sweaty friend and pussy humped.  Occasionally the strange gothic girl would look to her naked uncle.  No emotions, nothing said, nothing--she pounded her pussy to her friend’s pussy and that was all.
	Danny was in love.
	Lydia suddenly filled his mind, her bouncing short dark hair, her stoic face, her trim nude body, her ability to suck the chrome off a ‘57 Chevy…
	After the shower, Mason returned to find that the girls had switched--Lydia laid out on the bed and Lucy was licking her out.  Mason approached butt bare assed naked like--and received a more than pleasing blowjob.  Afterwards, he began fingering Lydia’s cunt, then smacking it.  Lydia opened her legs wider and at length raised her legs.  Mason smacked her cunt, her inner thighs, and ass.
	Then, when Mason’s dong was once more a ready-freddy, he plunged into Lydia’s cunt--with Lucy guiding it in.
		
Getting to know you, really well…
	The Jazz Band
	Trent Parker was a very lucky young boy.  Lucky as he was in the company of Jazmine Phanton and another of her friends, Paula Klien.  Young Trent Parker was being stripped to the skin, Jazmine had just removed the lad’s shirt and undone his pants.  Paula gently worked the boy’s underwear down.
	Invisible Danny and Tucker were in stunned awe.
	Once the little boy of seven had his clothes at his ankles, the girls seriously got into fondling him.  The boy giggled and got a bit of a stiffy.
	Paula caressed the boy’s bare bum, licking her lips hungrily.  Her coal dark eyes drank the boy in and she sat up on her knees--her free hand freely fondling her ownself!  Paula wore a short-short mixed plaid skirt and a kinda tight (really snug) black knit top.  Strawberry hair hung in lose strands just passed her shoulders.  Thick lips that were black, she was almost gothic but not one hundred percent.
	Jazz fondled the boy’s naked wanker.  His hairless testicles and everything was caressed gently, his young tally stroked and tugged.  A bottle of water the boy was offered, he drank and then there was a look of deviltry exchanged between the two naughty teens.
	Danny was beside himself.  ‘you live with someone your whole life and you think you know them!’
	Slowly, Jazz began pulling off her clothes.  Young Trent watched in glee, smiling, drinking, smiling.  His little puddling had indeed gotten stiff.  Danny had a stray thought--he wondered casually what it would be like to--
	…suddenly, up against his ass Danny felt something.
	A Tucker something.
	Methodically Tucker was pressing his naked cock against Danny’s ass.  Slowly, Danny placed his hand onto the friend’s cock and stroked it.  He bent over some and Tuck pressed the head of his black prong to Danny’s virginal poop chute.
	Meanwhile, Jazz and Paula continued stripping.
	When they were at their panties only, Jazz sat down, opened her legs and pulled by the cock young Trent to her, “Can you go, yet?” she asked.
	Trent nodded and Jazz leaned back.
	Danny was curious, “Go?”
	Then, a steady stream of urine spewed out of Trent’s cock and splashed against Jazz’s pussy, while she still had her panties on.  Danny was more than beside himself…
	Paula leaned her nearly nude self up against the boy, fondling his ass, slipping a finger into his crack and probing his hole.  The teen’s breasts were ski slope-like, soft and alluring.  Jazz’s bare breasts were perfectly round orbs of delight.
	After young Trent had himself a good pee, pissing all over Jazz’s panties as she wore them, Paula went down and sucked on him, taking in his tallywhacker and tezzies, too!
	It was almost more than Danny could stand.  His own sister--she was like him!  Sorta.  They had more in common than thought!  Could she handle the truth, though?  Danny liked little girls (although he had a tough time convincing himself such vile deed(s).  
	He wondered casually that if he should tell her that they had a common bond of illicit sexual yearnings--would she then let him bone her?  He still yearned and longed to sink his cock into her pussy, asshole, between her tits, and especially in her mouth.  He longed to see his cum spewing out of her mouth, and the other holes afore mentioned.
	After much ado about sucking and carrying on with Trent, Jazz and Paula 69ed.  Right there and then on the forest floor just outside of a small park that was juxtaposed between a wilderness area and a medium sized industrial area.
	Danny was stunned--shocked--and amazed.  ‘you think you know some one!’

Yada Yada Yada  Bamma Bamma Bamma
	Pent up and ansy and holding a narly secret within gave Danny fits.  He couldn’t sit still, he couldn’t think straight.  Spying was fun and eye opening and best friend Samantha was left out.  Danny already knew Sam was naughty, and she was cool.  So, he decided to share, to let her in on the narliness he and Tuck had been enjoying.
	Telling Sam about the Mind Warper got him a long hard stare.  Mostly she was in awe with a sprinkling of shock.  She licked her lips methodically while in deep thought.  Then she furrowed her brow.  She didn’t doubt Danny, not for a moment, she knew Danny’s dad was an “inventor” and with all that was going on, it was a no brainer to believe that the scientist man had indeed brought to life an illegal object.
	The bit about “invisibility” was a tougher one to swallow, so Danny had to show her.
	Proof was there for the taking.
	“Oh MG!” she exclaimed (MG equal to My God!)
	Danny continued explaining about the ability to roam about and spy on unwary-unknowing folk, but shied away from letting her know he knew (about her.)
	There was some concern but Sam was assured that Danny (and Tuck) didn’t know about her personal shenanigans.  She was all “jazzed” about sneaking out the neighborhood area spying on naughty folks normally regarded as “pillars of the community.”
	Tucker had a stipulation; 
	“We have to go naked.” he said.
	“What?” Sam shot out alarmed.
	“Yeah, with our clothes on, we can sometimes be seen--the gadget does make our clothes invisible, just our bodies.” Danny filled her in.
	Sam looked suspiciously at her friends.
	“No, really.” 
	“But I didn’t see you--I mean, I saw you--” Sam shook her head, “You just went invisible and I didn’t see your clothes.”
	“It’s temporary, it comes and goes and it’s better if you DON’T have them on so you’ll be invisible straight on.” 
	Sam knew bullshit when she was hearing it.
	“But,” added Tuck, “when you’re invisible we cant see each other.”
	The BS was piling up.
	Another “proofing” had to be made.

The Bamma
	A new family had moved into the area, not much was known about them, though--they kept to themselves despite there being three girls seen there.  The home was a good one, looked pleasant enough and well kept up.  Samantha was totally shocked as she, Danny, and Tuck made their way into the home unannounced.
	Prancing about willy-nilly butt bare assed naked was kind of a new thrill for Sam (kind of.)  She carried her clothes, as did the boys, in a book bag.  She found (as had the boys) that when in close proximity to the others they could be seen although a little fuzzy like out of focus.
	Nothing going on on the ground floor, so the naked trip traipsed up the stairs.
	A great deal was going on.
	Harold Darby was in a bad mood.  Very bad.  Apparently, the youngest member of the children had been in the alley, alone.  She was a mere eight years young.  There were two other girls, Christine and Ashley.  Christine was the oldest at a ripe tender age of 13.  Ashley was the middle sister at eleven.
	All three had lovely hair of gold.  Sweet face, fantastic bods, eyes of blue.  Christine was a little--uppity.  Upon hearing about her little sibling’s wanderings, Chris merely shrugged, “She always wanders--”
	“But I specifically told you to WATCH her!” said the new daddy to the girls raising his voice.  He had the little “wanderer” with him, 
	“She was out in the alley and fell into the rose bushes,” explained an angry Harold, “a car came thru and she could have gotten killed!”
	Harold saw the laugh, and the smirk.  He came to Christine quickly in a rush and slapped her.  Jennifer’s mouth hung open as she was too shocked to scream.  
	“You three ‘hos are going to have to learn some manners,” he said matter-of-factly.  He nodded to a still stunned Christine as she held her hand to her face.  “Yeah, I know about you and that boy you were with and what you did.”
	Jennifer’s mouth fell open as she stared at her sister Christine, but there was little time for stunning responses,  “I think you all deserve a good  spanking.”
	Christine's face blushed. She was thirteen and it had been a long-long while since SHE had been spanked.
	The girls were all three stunned beyond anything, unable to respond or make a fuss--not until their new daddy began his stuff.  Quickly (and forcefully) he grabbed/yanked thirteen year old Christine and pushed her to her bed.  She wore a semi tight yellow stripped short skirt with a solid color yellow top.  Christine tossed and fussed, used her hands to protect her dainty ass--but the strength of her new daddy was too much for her and she received a swat.
	One swat--two swat--three swat, FOUR!
	Christine rolled and twisted and called out for her mother.
	“That aint going to do any good, missy!” said Harold, “I’ve got her controlled!”
	The girls wept, fussed, cried, and when Harold pulled up Christine’s skirt and yanked her matching yellow panties down, Jennifer flailed into him trying to fend him off.
	She received a smack to her face and a shove that put her to the floor.
	Harold went on with the spanking--bare assed spanking.
	“Aw, whatz the matter, Chrissy, you seemed to like it when that boy spanked you--after you sucked him!”
	Christine was horrified (that he knew about that) and Jennifer was shocked.
	But there was more to come…
Let me take you on a sea voyage
	There was no saving Sister Merry.  And closer to the abbey, there was no saving Brother Silas, either--he’s broken body was found in the bushes, his mousey face smached and broken.  Merrill knelt beside the kin, held his lifeless paw and prayed.
	There was no saving the abbey, either.  A band of ruthless vermin had come, and Merrill knew that Father Abbott had not turned them away--they had approached the main gate under some false pretense.  Other members of the North Church Abbey had probably pleaded with the kindly old elder not to allow the vermin searats in.
	But he obviously had.
	He had been lashed to a makeshift structure of a box frame made of lodge poles.  Wooden spikes pierced his paws and he was forced to watch as one after one his “flock” was decimated--in one way or another.  The males of the Church and surrounding area were just out and out slain.  The strongest were tied securely and put down on the dirt to be later taken as slaves.
	The females were stripped of their clothing and demoralized by the searats; no matter the age, they were hideously raped and sodomized.  Some didn’t survive the assault--not that the vermin searats cared.
	The survivors of the horror were rounded up and carted off.
	Merrill hid herself in the bushes at the main gate and waited.
	She was repulsed by the unmitigated horror the searats had caused.  Her anger swelled but her “good sense” kept her hidden.  Only the Abbott seemed to be the only survivor, still impaled to the wooden box frame in the center of the compound.
	When the last of the searat vermin had scurried away, Merrill dashed in to help the Abbott.  He didn’t speak, his eyes were glazed over and he mumbled incoherently.  
	“Merrill, my child, how good to see you.” he said at last.  He was confused.  “How is the feastival going?”
	Merrill closed her eyes, the Abbott was lashed good to the box frame and she was unable to undo the heavy sea ropes--let alone remove him from where the wooden stakes impaled him.
	“Go on, my child, enjoy--” his eyes furrowed, nose twitched, eyes dimmed.  “Have you seen Brother Silas and Sister Merry?  I-I sent them off a while ago to--” he began to wander off his thoughts.
	Brother Silas.  Sister Merry.
	Sorrowfoot, Vada, Clover--she had to get back to them at the tree.
	The images of the horror the searats had caused filled her.  In part she blamed herself, she knew the searats, and knew of their horror capabilities.  Deftly she pushed the images of long ago when she was but a mere child.  The bushes clawed at her, the horror of the Church consumed her.  Would it have mattered had she told of her past, of the searat vermin threat?  Long had she tried to keep her past from everyone.  She should have realized that Father Abbott was too trusting, he saw good in everyone.  
	But there were others, deacons and associates.  A lookout post or something like should have been installed--keeping a watch for vessels like the Kalamath.
	At the tree Merrill raced but found no Sorrowfoot, Vada, or Clover.
	Searching she found bits of clothing and blood, and a paw.  A mousey paw.  One of the children had been butchered.  Merrill’s blood boiled.  Quickly she bolted out to the trail and made way to the beach some miles away.

Blood on the beach
	A stiff breeze blew off of the turbulent seas, the weather was turning sour and a storm was coming.  Several hundred yards out was the searat pirate ship, the Kalamath.  It rolled and sloughed about in the pitching seas, a long line of long boats shuttled the bedraggled prisoners from the shore to the ship.  Many of the new slaves had perished along the trek to the beach, others were continually abused and died as a result, their bodies left on the beach.
	So many peaceful woodlanders there were strewn on the beach that the once pristine white sand turned an ugly brownish-red.  Paws of the various woodland creatures, too, littered the beach, the searats took great delight in chopping off a hand or foot.
	Most of the searat vermin found other pleasures in raping and sodomizing the females (of all ages) and slitting their throats at the moment of sexual bliss.
	But as many as fifty would be shuttled out to the Kalamath.
	Merrill huddled in the woods butting against the beach, it would be foolish to rush the vermin scum, there were too many of them and with her sisters and brothers shackled and their spirits crushed, they would be of no help either.
	She needed a plan.
	She needed weapons, more help, more time.
	None of which she had.
	Suddenly, one of the searats roughed up one of the members of the North Church, Sister Bea.  She was nigh but sixteen summers young.  Most of her simple clothing were shreds.  The searat grappled with her and shoved her over a beach rock.  He then commenced with placing himself behind her--stuffing her from behind.  The young mousekin screamed out in pain--the other searats cheered and jeered, scoffing and ripping up the laughter.
	Out of the woods rushed a small mousey creature, brandishing a tree limb.  “Get away from her you filthy scum-fuck!” yelled the mousekin.
	The searat Jerktail turned around--just in time to be smack upside the head with the limb.  The rat was stunned (and had a broken jaw) and fell backwards.  Sister Bea turned around, “Sister Merrill?”
	“Run you fool!” Merrill shouted.
	Sister Bea tried gathering herself, other vile searats began assembling, scoffing and jeering still on and on.  The searat scum Jerktail fought off the pain to his head, his jaw was dislocated (broken) and he was unable to speak.  He rushed the one who had caused him such discomfort.  Merrill kneed him in his naked balls, then upswung the limb to his already broken jaw sending the ratkin backwards into the bloody sand.
	His companions really whooped it up then.
	“Why are you still here!” screamed Merrill.
	Bea finally pulled herself together and fled into the woods.
	Merrill saw a gangly searat chase after, she hoped Bea could outrun him.  Other rats surrounded Merrill, Merrill held them off (sorta) with the tree limb.  Suddenly, the rats were parted by a much larger ratkin, the leader of the sea scum, Balzitch the Scourge of the Seas himself.
	“What ‘ho here, me lads?” he said with a glare.
	“We’ve got a fighter ‘ere, Cap’n.”
	“A fighter, eh, I likes fighters.” Balzitch said with a gleam in his ratty eyes and a sneer to his gangly maw.  He pounded his paws together, “Care to tussle wid me, lassy?”
	Merrill said nothing but held onto the limb.
	Searat Jerktail stumbled into the scene, bumping against his captain.  Balzitch shoved him and cursed him, “What ‘ho with you, matey?” 
	The other rats were in uproar, searat scum Burrfoot cackling and regaling the captain what had happened.
	Balzitch turned to re-face Merrill.
	“You did this to one of my shipmates?”
	Merrill gulped, her neck tightened and she tightened her paws about the limb.
	“Aye, asswipe, I did!” she said with a snarl, “And I’ll do you the same!” and quick as a wink she lashed out at the burly rat, but unlike Jerktail, Balzitch was more on the ball and caught the limb and smacked it backwards into Merrill’s face.
	The noise of the rats’ laughter drowned out the noise of the impending storm.
	“Tie ‘er up, lads, good and tight--don’t want her bashing any more of my crew.” gurgled the great sea captain.  He paused to look down to the pitiful ratkin Jerktail.
	“Well, well, me hardy,” spoke Balzitch, “looky likes this ‘ere’s yer last voyage.”
	Jerktail’s eyes widened and he tried to speak and convince his captain that he WAS useful.
	Balzitch shook his head, “Yer no good to me now--ye cant talk and was taken out by a meek widdle mousekin.” and with that, the Sword of Garfunk pierced his chest and innards.  With a twist Balzitch insured his miserable death.
	“Hurry it up, lads, gotta get this cargo boarded and out to sea ‘fore that storm drowns us all.”
	Merrill was wrestled onto one of the long boats with other unfortunates.  It would be days before she would awaken.

Tingling sensations
	In a room next to the one with the three stunned/horrified sisters, a woman laid out on a bed.  She was tied to it, her arms and legs spread out.  She needn’t be tied too securely as she was drugged, too.  Three nude boys there was, the oldest one about thirteen almost fourteen straddling her chest, his young manhood nestled between her “mommy mounds.”  he humped lightly, grinning mostly and out of control with lust and glee.  On the bed beside the nude woman were the teen’s younger siblings, Blake and Bobby.
	Both younger siblings had boners, Bobby at a mere eight years young with Blake two and a half years older stroked their puds; they watched their older brother titty fuck their “new” mommy as well as ogled the new mommy’s shaven poon.
	The new mommy, “Shelly” moaned and tossed her head about, she was really out of it and unaware--even to the fate of her precious golden haired children in the other room.

	 
	Christine and Jennifer lay on the bed totally stunned beyond belief.  They had been mercilessly slapped.  Their little sister had been smacked hard on the ass.  All three were stunned and shocked at the horrible treatment they were receiving.  But it was only the beginning.
	“Time for you three to learn your place!” Harold told his girls.  Quickly he tussled with Christine in an attempted to yank off her clothes.  Jennifer was too stunned to react but only for a few seconds.  Christine fought back but was no match for the powerful man.  He was a business type man, worked in an office doing something that didn’t require manual labor--but he was still strong just the same.
	A quick lashing out from the new daddy to Jennifer, sending her crashing backwards to a dresser settled her out.  Young Olivia curled up on the floor in a fetal position whimpering.
	A hard slap to Christine’s face put her into such a stunning mode that her yellow top and short plaid yellow skirt was yanked off.  Her bra followed and then she was pressed onto the bed.  Harold glared at her to fight him some more.  The hapless young teen was too stunned and offered no resistance--not until her ankles were locked and legs lifted up.
	She was thirteen years young and way too old to be SPANKED--’especially by a man not even her father!  (not biologically)
	But spanked she was--hard.
	Christine fussed on the bed but the new daddy was strong had held her ankles up with his other hand landing blow after blow to her tender ass.
	“Please stop!” Christine cried out repeatedly.
	Surprisingly the blows did stop.  
	But there was more horror to come.  Lots more.
	Her matching yellow panties were torn down, rendering her completely nude.  Once more Christine thrashed madly on the bed, she called out for her mother.  Jennifer rushed in again, Olivia crawled under the bed.
	Jennifer was very abruptly thrown backwards to the wall where she very nearly lost consciousness.  But she didn’t.  She witnessed her new daddy staring at Christine’s pussy.  Then, the new daddy undone his pants and let them fall.  He wore no underwear so his behemoth manhood was right there and there.
	He gave his massive organ a stroke, then nestled himself between his new daughter’s legs.  Christine freaked.  Jennifer sat in stunned awe.  The unseen spies were awed, too.
	But wait, there’s more!

	Curiously, Jennifer DID wonder what a MAN’S cock would feel like.  She stared with mouth agape as every inch of Harold’s cock disappeared into Christine’s cunt.  Christine was NOT a virgin.  She had NOT been a virgin for some time.  And Harold knew it.  For a teenager, though, Christine’s cunt was still pleasingly tight.  Harold slid all the way and pumped slowly.  Christine bawled.
	At length, though, the sexually feeling of having a massive fuck pole sliding in and out of her teenage body tingled her into new sensations.  Her body twitched and tightened, eyes fluttered and she experienced multiple orgasms!  A first!
	Harold fucked and fucked and fucked, spewing hot gobs of man juice DEEP into the young teen’s poon.  He kneaded the girl’s young breasts, tweaked the nipples and then sucked on them.  He pumped furiously as the last ounce of sexual bliss came to its apex.
	When emptied, Harold withdrew and laid his smoldering schlong against Christine’s cunt.  He gave a few more earnest pumps against the gash before sitting back on his haunches.
	“Fucker!” cried out Christine angrily.
	Harold didn’t respond--not yet.

	In the other room--
	Oldest boy, Chad, slowly fucked his new mommy.  The new mommy was still a little out of it, unaware of who was boning her or the fact that she was tied to a bed.  Brother Blake was up at the woman’s head, running his fingers through her short curly blond hair while his cock nestled nicely inside her mouth.  Youngest bro Bobby was too giddy to do much but sit beside them and giggle.
	Chad pumped slowly, taking every bit of the enjoyment to the max.  Visions of doing likewise to his new sisters in the other room danced in his head. The girls’ mommy moaned and lightly unknowingly did she pump back!  Blake came to straddle the woman’s face, placing his balls into her mouth.  Chad smiled and went down on his brother, sucking his pre-teen schlong while continuing to screw the new mommy.  It don’t get no better than that!

	“Take off your clothes.”  Harold said to Jennifer.
	Jennifer stood against the dresser with eyes of heavenly blue in total disbelief.  The command was too difficult to comprehend.
	“Get ’em off or I’ll rip ’em off.” 
	Jennifer breathed hard.  She heard the words, but comprehending them confounded her.
	The new daddy was nude, his body in some respects was pretty good, lean and hard, with a huge cum dripping cock.  With the speed of a darting snake he grabbed Jennifer and began tearing off her clothes.  Christine made a feeble attempt at stopping her new daddy, but was slapped HARD across the face.  She collapsed to the floor and remained there while her middle sister was manhandled.
	Jennifer feebly tried to keep her clothes on, but the dire determination of her new daddy overwhelmed her and as she did not want her clothes to be ripped she helped remove her own clothes.  When it came to the last garment, her panties, Harold let her go and sat back--watching her slid her powder blue undies down.
	Harold groaned.  He stroked his cock that had come back to life and he looked the nude twelve year old all over.  A smile and a gleam told the girl she was in for exactly what sister Christine had been in.  
	But not “exactly.”
	Firstly, there was the “give me your hand.”
	Nervously Jennifer reached out her hand.  Harold took the hand and had her fondle his balls and then his cock.  It wasn’t her first time fondling such, but never a man’s, just a boy her age.
	After fondling and caressing and cupping, Jennifer was pressed against the nude new daddy’s body and received several hard swats to her bare ass.  Then, as it was tomato reddened, the girl was turned and placed on her hands and knees.
	Can you say Sodomy?
	I knew you could…
	Jennifer wanted to scream and she tried to, but the pain from her asshole being breeched was too much.  She did manage to put her face to the foot of the bed and get a mouthful of covers.  Every inch of Harold’s cock entered the girl’s almost virgin asshole.  She had been butt fucked just one time by a boyfriend.  Mostly she sucked off the boy and let him lick her pussy out; finally, though, he was ultra horny and she relented--but only to allow him entry to her then virgin poop chute.
	Soon Harold’s balls were slapping, the bed shook as Jennifer’s head bounced into it.  Christine sat on the bed curled up crying.

	Danny stroked his own organ, eyes watching in awesome awe the incredible scene(s) before him.  As it happened, the three spies had to scrunch up kinda close--Danny concocting a line that to save “power” on the invisibility mode, the three had to be as one.  He knew that Samantha probably knew it was a “line”, but oh well, she didn’t seem to be bothered by it.
	After snugging up tight in the room where Harold had his fun with his new daughters, Samantha indeed could be seen nude.  Danny wondered how he could approach her--how could he broach the subject of letting her know what he knew (about her?)  Would she be pissed?  Forgiving?  Willing?
	At one point Tucker, on the other side of Sam, stood and stretched--allowing his fabulous 6-incher to stand out straight and proud.  Undoubtedly Sam had seen it, along with Danny’s.  As Harold continued his backdoor treatment of Jennifer, Samantha did so infacto reach out her hands and grip the boys’ schlongs.  She stroked them lovingly, squeezing them and pressing her thumb to the piss slit and then rolling it around the crowns.
	The boys, in turn, caressed Sam’s ass…

	Harold started to spank Jennifer, raining the blows down as hard as he possibly could to her darling ass as he pumped.  The pain was tremendous, (to Jennifer) her screams useless as she felt her new daddy continue to thrust in and out. Christine heard the screams, but she couldn't look at Jennifer as her own pain was still very present.
	Harold began to increase his speed as his seed swelled up and prepared to explode.  He gripped the girl’s hips and strained DEEP into her body, Jennifer frigged her cunny until juice dripped and coated her fingers, her nipples were hard, the pain to her buggered ass even more so.
	Harold power fucked the pre-teen’s ass until the orgasm reached its zenith, then pumped and strained until there was no more.  He nearly collapsed but managed to hold on; his cock slipped out of the well fucked hole and Jan’s farted cum.

	Chad and his brothers masturbated over their new mommy, Shelly.
	“And we’re gonna get to do whatever to the girls, too, huh?” Blake asked up.
	“Yep, Dad’s teaching them now.” Chad said with a smile.
	 Blake stroked and stroked, he wasn’t much of a second time cum shooter, he had already creamed into his brother Chad’s mouth.  Max was not old enough to cum, but he had a boner just the same.
	Shelly still lay in a semi conscious state of being, the drugs in her were starting to wear off, leaving her very perplexed--and filled with cum!

	Harold pulled Olivia out from under the bed by her hair.
	“Time for you, sweet pea.” he told her.  The child had peed herself she was so scared.  She cried and fussed and fought back, sisters Christine and Jennifer jumped in--and again were repelled forcefully.
	“Strip.” he told the cute blond haired eight year old.  
	Olivia stared at him shaking her head, No.  
	Harold slapped her face then ripped off her shirt. The sight of her flat chest nearly set him off.  “Get ‘em off!” he said a little louder pushing the girl to the bed.  “Or what I did to your sisters I’ll double to you!”
	Young terrified Olivia didn’t know if it meant the spankings or “other”.  In either event, she didn’t want it to be doubled.  Holding her lips in and emotions, the young tyke pulled her skirt down followed by her pissed in panties.
	Harold watched as Olivia undressed herself and stood naked.  His manhood though had had its pleasure ten times over, grew stiff and hard again with Christine and Jennifer in total disbelief.
	Harold stood up to the young girl, she was just the right height.  
	“Stroke me.” he told the child.
	Olivia gulped, shook and trembled and a little more pee spilled from her hairless cunny.  Slowly she put her hand onto the manly bone before her face and stroked it.  “Yeah, that’s the girl,” cooed Harold, “just like you did Steven.”
	Steven had been Christine’s boyfriend…
	Harold thrust his manhood in the girl’s mouth. 
	Danny thrusted his cock into Sam’s asshole.
	Sam sucked off on Tucker’s cock draining him before Danny creamed.  Tucker almost gave their unseen presence away as the blowjob from Sam was intense.  Sam sucked him good and dry.  And when Danny’s own bone was intensely doing its thing, Sam reached back, pulled it out and guided it into her hungry cunt.
	Danny didn’t mind, didn’t care.  Tucker fucked Samantha’s face and reeled in it.  Danny knew that their “best friend” status had changed.  for the better?  It would never be the same again, he knew that.  But if the sex was good, who cared?

	Olivia tried to gasp, tried to gag, tried to scream, but her mouth was full of her new daddy’s dong.  Almost brutally did Harold thrust his manhood in and out of her mouth--Harold seemed to be in awe at how nice and tight the girl’s mouth could be.  (but of course, at eight years young…)
	Olivia received a generous amount of hot juicy man juice, most of which was spurted back onto the man’s cock and balls.  The girl gaged and retched, cum even spewed out of his nose!  Harold smiled and squeezed his balls.  His eyes set on Christine and Jennifer.
	“On the bed.” he told them.
	The girls rubbing their pussies and asses and still feeling the sting to their ass crawled onto the bed.
	“Do what you were doing the other night,” he said, “when I caught you.”
	The girls gulped, Jennifer screwed up her face as if she were close to letting rip the emotions.
	“You fucker!” cried out Christine.
	Harold responded with a smile and a giggle.
	“You’re mother really thinks you’re all sweet little angels, but I fucking well no better!” he pushed Olivia aside and crawled onto the bed, “I’ve got the fucking pictures of you…”
	Christine sobbed to herself.  “You fucker!” she said lipped but didn’t say outwardly.  She laid herself out on the bed, Jennifer crawled onto her sister, squatting onto her face and going down to the fresh fucked cum stained cunny.  Harold stroked his organ with glee, watched for a moment as Jen noshed out her sister, then crawled onto the bed to check the other end.
	What else went on would be unknown, Danny and his two invisible cohorts slipped away to the outside--they made it as far as the backyard of the house where Tucker paused to piss on a bush.  
	“Oooooh, don’t waste it.” commented the still naked Samantha, she got before her pissing friend and aimed his pee stick to her chest.  Cupping his balls she slipped a finger up between his legs and probed his anus.
	Danny came up alongside, close enough to “see” what was going on.
	Sam took her other hand and worked Danny’s bone--yeah, their best friend status was changing, but it would still be okay.

	After telling Sam of the church he had recently spied on, and the naughty kids’ doings, Sam was interested.
	“I’ve always wanted to be naked in a church!” she quipped.
	So off to the church they went.
	It was “in service” at the time, but when you’re naked AND invisible, no biggie.
	Prancing about butt bare assed naked in a church where people were assembled was a major turn on for Sam.  She checked out the Mens Room, watching men and boys pee.  Danny and Tuck checked out the Womens bathroom--they loved it, loved it!
	They had to stay together--to maintain invisibility status and such.  Straying too far would strain the device rendering them unseen and the propensity of becoming “visible” was greater the greater the distance.
	Like the three siblings spied on, Danny, Tuck, and Samantha “fucked” in the pews, on the floor, in the aisle and on the stage--all while peoples milled about!  Danny whizzed into the baptismal, Tucker backed up to the brass knob of the door to the administration offices.  And opportunity came with revisiting the womens’ bathroom.
	Naturally!
	A sweet little girl unescorted, she wore a short gingham plaid dress, blond hair in twin pig tails, and was just the sweetest little thing.  She was a lovely nine years, trim, slim, and very desirable.  Tucker “desired” her firstly, and with the boys knowing what they knew about Sam, it didn’t matter.
	Danny “zapped” the unwary child as she entered into a private stall.  Then all three teens joined her, Tuck in the back straddling the flashing mechanism with Danny before her and Samantha to one side.  Danny raised the girl’s plaid dress, slipping his hand down her light pink panties, copping a feel of fresh tender ass.  Tucker moved up as “Nancy” was positioned straddling the toilet.  His throbbing cock pressed against the young girl’s ass, Danny stroked the boy’s cock and guided it to the ass’s exit hole.
	Samantha ran her hands up and down the girl’s body, helping to hold the dress up out of the way and then fondling Tucker’s balls.  Danny worked the girl’s panties on down and Tuck worked his hard black cock into the tight never-before-fucked asshole.
	Someone came into the bathroom, two someones.  Tuck continued fucking (and cumming!)  Danny worked his organ into the girl’s mouth, Sam fondled the girl’s body all over--along with giving her own poon a finger.
	
	In the parking lot--two pre-teen girls were hiding out smoking.  Both were cute and from well-to-do families; one wore a black beret, the other had a raspberry knit cap.  Both were blonds, one a little more “blond” than the other.  Both were about average, tall, semi-shapely, and being as Non-Christian as they could be--smoking, cussing, gossiping.
	They were ripe for the plucking…er, fucking.
August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 16
Other Stains

The Storm
	Although there was great interest in her story, Merrill kept most of it to herself.  It wasn’t that she was being selfish or shy, her story was a horrible one and she wished only to let it go.
	Unfortunately, it wouldn’t go.  It was a nightmare, a living nightmare.  And what was worse, there were others, the ones still on the searat ship, Kalamath, that were still enduring.
	And although it was a nightmare, and although it would seem impossible if not implausible--Merrill of North Church Abbey was going to rescue them.  Well, make an attempt.  She firstly had to get well, devise a plan, and acquire some brass balls!
	She knew where the searat scourge Balzitch was taking the survivors of the abbey, his fortress on Bloodgrit Island.  As to how exactly she knew it she kept to herself.
	Jake, John, Harold, Stephan, and Diane talked amongst themselves; there HAD been life in the Phase Shift Indicator.  At the very edge of the open grassland field it was detected there was a “doorway” readying to open.
	“There’s no guarantee that the next place will be any better than here.” commented John.
	Which was true.  Some of the “universes” they had come to (and thru) had been lackluster; some were flat inhospitable.  Others had been bland and the group glad to find another “home” quickly.
	And some were flat out dangerous.
	“I only fear that that Scourge rat doesn’t come here.” stated Diane.
	Everyone agreed on that.	
	“I don’t think he can get his ship in too close,” stated John, “the water’s are kind of rough, from what I can tell there’s a shoal out there and beyond that a coral reef.”
	“If he was desperate enough,” said Stephan, “he might use small boats.”
	No one wanted to hear that.  It was true, but still…
	“We probably need to start up some sort of defensive measures--”
	“And a warning alarm of some kind.” added Jake.
	“We’re not alone here,” John said, “we don’t know how dangerous this Balzitch creature can be--to humans.”
	“And we don’t have any allies, we’re alone.” Stephan amended.
	“We’re in this by ourselves.”
	“All the more reason we maybe should consider--” drawled out Diane, it was just out of concern for the children of the Victorian household by the sea.
	The discussions went on and on and on into the wee hours of the night.  In the end, at morning break, it was decided that they would stay.  A warning-alarm would be instilled as soon as possible, defensive measures checked, backup plans, and so on.
	Jake kinda sorta wanted to know where Merrill’s North Church Abbey was, along with where was Bloodgrit Island.  He wondered just how big was the Scourge of the Sea, human size, linebacker size, something bigger?  Merrill never mentioned any other weapons other than swords.  So “guns” were still a technology unknown.  Which was good.
	Merrill drifted in and out of sleep periodically.  Jake never did what he had did the first night watching her, he got a case of the heebie-jeebies and guilts.

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	There never was a rat that was dirtier than he
	This rat they call the Scurge of the seas
	There never was a rat that was more hideous than he
	This rat they fear at the mere shadow of he

	He creeps along in the stillness of dawn
	With eyes of steel and teeth of pitch
	No one dare cross his path
	Lest they fall away still to the wayside ditch

Merry and Silas quickly picked the berries before the horde found them, the day was waning and they didn’t wish to miss the festivities.  The sounds of pitter-pattering feet began to rush in on them, “Hurry, Merry!” said Silas, “they’ve almost on us!”
	Merry picked the berries, spilt a few, pawed some into her mouth then scurried after the molekin, the scampering of tiny feet of the abbey’s children were upon them, though--and the berries in Sister Merry and Brother Silas’ baskets were gobbled up in no time!
	The berries that grew at the edge of Mossflower were the sweetest and most desirable.  The berries that grew closer to the North Church were not as tasty, and wouldn’t be for several more weeks.  But there was a festival that very night and the younger members of the Church sought to please their elders.
	There, too, was a storm brewing.  Brother Cleft had more than enthusiastically beat his log drum to signal the outlander kin surrounding the Church to come into the church for safety--and to partake of the delicious festival.
	The creatures of the abbey celebrated via festivals for virtually everything--seasons mostly; but for those adventurous creatures who had trekked to the shoreline, the mountains and desert; for the birth of a new woodlander; when young novices of the church ascended to a higher position in rank; for jobs well done beyond the call, and so on.  There was a festive festival practically every week!
	Usually the festivals were held outdoors where great numbers of woodlander kin could assemble.  But with the abbot adamant that a terrible storm was coming, the celebration (the Festival of Early Blooms) would be held indoors.  The indoors was a little smaller but would suffice.
	Sister Merrill stood at the back gate of the abbey, listening intently to the wind that was picking up, the already giddy Brother Mathis and Hillim as they had already gotten into abbey wine.  She also heard the uproar of the abbey’s children at the far edge of the abbey’s boundary.  She knew that they should be closer, but they were playing--being children.
	Life at the North Church was good.  Deftly she pushed back the horror that dwelled within her.  She, unlike most of the creature kin of the abbey and surrounding area, was not from Mossflower.  Merrill tightened her paws and raised her face to be kissed by the wind.
	The wind was getting stronger, ole Father Abbot must have been right (about the storm) after all.  A taste of the mead would be good, there were excellent cheeses and scones, something Sister Jai called “peanut” butter filled her senses.  Life at the abbey was good, all the kin were good to her, they had taken her in and--
	Lightning flashed across the skies interrupting her thoughts.

*

	No longer hearing the children she made her way out.  The skies were darkening and the wind increasing.  
	“Vada!  Sam!  Akira!” she called out some of the children’s names.  The storm had silenced their playing and they were probably slinking in a hollow of a log or tree--making all the more difficult to find them.
	A steady rain began to fall upon the young mousekin gal, she hated being wet.  It conjured up a more horrible time in her young life when she was most always wet.
	Suddenly she saw the tousled brown head of Akira, a nervous hamster kin.  He and his family had come from a far away land only months prior to Merrill’s arrival.  And like Merrill, Brother T’ki (Akira’s father) was escaping tyranny.
	In the hollow of a great tree that was leaning and not all that safe were five children of the North Church, Sorrowfoot, Clover being the other kin, both mousekins like Merril.  Vada was a molekin while Sam was a small otterkin.
	Merrill quickly came to them and was ready to chastise them when something caught her eye.  It was just a glimpse but the hackles on the back of her neck picked up and she ducked down.
	She realized that it could be someone from the abbey, but not likely.
	It could be very well one of the outlanders, some were not so kind and that well welcomed but were not turned away just the same.  
	“Who was out here?” Merrill asked the cold shaking children.
	“Brother Silas and Sister Merry.” replied Vada.
	“What were they doing?” 
	“Picking berries for the festival.” 
	Berry juice was smeared all over the young ones’ faces and paws.
	Then again there was something out in the woods.
	Merrill hushed the children kin and made herself as invisible as possible.  She couldn’t shake the hackles, her stomach tightened and she desperately wanted to know who it was.
	It wasn’t too long before she found out.

	As quickly as it had come it had quit, the rain.  But the clouds remained steady on and Merrill knew the rain wasn’t over.  
	“Stay put.” warned Merrill.  She crept out of the tree and crawled along the soggy ground under the bushes.  Her claws (fingers) dug into the mud along a small virtually unknown trail thru the woods--searats!
	Four of them, one was pausing to pee.  Another picked at his teeth, another squatted and seemed in some sort of trance (or asleep), the other stood looking around sniffing the air.
	“I’s smells somethings tasties!” he declared in a gruff.
	“Ole ‘balz will have us some grub soon enough.”
	“He’d bloody well better!” bitched the one squatting.
	“Aye, four months on the water and--”
	Another searat came upon them, “Aye, looky ‘ere whoit I found!”
	Sister Merry.  
	Merrill closed her eyes, the horror of a time long ago filled her.  She tightened her body, there was no way to save Merry--but maybe she could save the abbey.

A hole to remember
	Balls were slapping, cum was squirting, sweat dripped, holes were reamed.  He had always wanted to know what it was like to be buggered, and now that he knew--he wasn’t so sure if he liked it or not, it was kinda of like having just passed a huge turd.  Maybe it got better after time…
	After having his own hole buggered, it was the buggerer’s turn.  Danny schlong was stiff, dripping cum and ready to plunge.  Tuck was willing (maybe too willing).  He turned about and bent over, spreading his cheeks.  Danny had a bit of hesitation--plugging a boy hole was very different than a girl’s hole.
	Slowly, though, Danny ran the head of his bulbous teen dick up Tuck’s ass crack and was ready to make insertion--when his Narly Senses kicked in.  His hands rested on Tuck’s hips and a small part of him (mostly his horny cock) was ready to just plunge in and get it over with.  But the Narly Senses redirected him.

	Back into the Boys Gym where a small gathering had gathered.
	The center of attention was Truck Maltz, one of the four bullies at Casper Jr. High.  But Truck was a different kind of psychopathic bully, rather than Pushing/Shoving/Kicking and other “psychical” things attributed to being a “Bully”, Truck Maltz had other methods of indignity.  But keeping with the “Bully” persona, he generally picked on the less likely to resist or fuss.
	Charles “Corky” Thatermann was a retard, a special ed student ina non-special school.  It was known that the boy could be virtually talked into anything.  Danny and Tuck didn’t know him too well, he was knew and kept to himself and to other students who were grouped into non-mainstream.
	Presently, “Corky” had been “talked into” having something crammed up his ass.  That deed had been done hours earlier, it was now time to poop it out.  Corky stood over a toilet in the boys bathroom, naked, pushing out a candy bar.  Truck Maltz stood watching, grinning while a half dozen other boys jeered and kept watch for others, do-gooders, and coaches.
	Then, once the bar was pooped out, Corky fished it out, washed it off, and ATE IT!
	All for twenty dollars!
	The crows roared.
	Danny was sickened, Tuck was stunned.
	
Eye openers
	Danny took Tucker with him, checking back on a couple of those spied on previously.  Tuck went merrily along naked, Danny wisely chose to dress, but wished he could go nude.  He feared the power of invisibility would suddenly stop and there he’d be--butt bare assed naked for all to see.
	The first house to re-visit was the Taylor home, where boys Brad and Randy had taken their schlongs to their passed out mother.  On the second visit, the boys were home, nor the mother.  The daddy had just arrived, Tim.  And he was in the company of a very wee one, who had to do just that--wee.
	She was in a short frilly dress of blue and shades of, ribbons and eyes to match.  “Uncle” Tim whisked her quickly to the hall bathroom, and for Danny and Tuck, he left the door open (after firstly calling for to see if anyone was home.)
	Then, upon hearing no one and the young Gracie in serious need of a toilet, Tim placed the tyke on the toidy and lowered her undies.  He placed himself on his knees and worked the child’s panties to her ankles.  As soon as her darling ass hit the toilet seat--even before, she was peeing.
	She farted, too.
	Tim and Gracie giggled.  Tim tickled the child and Danny noted the bulge between the man’s legs.  With the Narly Senses going off the scale, Danny was very muchly enthused about hanging to see what else would go on.
	After a good pee, Tim took some toilet paper and wiped the child’s cunny.  Danny cock was throbbing and began to pulse as Tim lifted the child off the toilet and wiped her innocent young cunny, her dress held up and her bareness bare.
	Gracie’s panties were left on the bathroom floor.  Tim carried her, tickled her, and sat her (bare ass) on the kitchen table and gave her some cookies and milk.  General chit chat, playing, and Uncle-to-niece type things.  Danny and Tuck left them, but stayed in the house.  They went prowling up stairs, checking bedrooms just to make sure.
	Danny checked the masterbath and the panties in the hamper.
	Tuck put ON a pair of the panties--it was comical and led to the boys frolicking with Danny stuffing his cock up inside the panties against Tucker’s ass.
	This only led to Danny humping his friend’s glory hole.
	This only led to yet another interruption as the Narly Senses demanded attention.

	Daringly, on the large coach in the sunken living room, Tim had Gracie on top of him.  The three year old was sacked out sound to sleep.  Her dress was off on the floor, Tim’s manly manhood was out gouging up against Gracie’s pussy, a free hand cupping and squeezing the child’s ass.
	All kinds of groaning and moaning--all kinds.  Tim moved his phallic all over the child’s young cunny, up the crack and finally it began squirting out loads of hot sticky cum.  Tim’s body tightened as he ejaculated, he breathed hard and relaxed thereafter.
	Thereafter, he gently eased the child onto the floor, opened her legs and began licking her pussy.  Gripping her ankles he lifted the child’s legs up and continued masturbating, pressing his prong against her pussy and asshole, still.
	Then, he moved up the girl’s body, humping on her belly, chest, and finally against her face.  With great strides of patient endurance he guided into her young mouth his cum squirter.
	More cum squirted and filled the mouth, coated the lips, and spewed onto the cheeks.  Uncle Tim was done, at least his cock was.  Up against her face he humped then gently ever so gently rolled her over, parted her cheeks and began fingering her asshole.
	This led to licking said hole and finally the wicked uncle stood.  He left the nude cum coated child alone for a few seconds as he dashed (nakedly) to the private den and retrieved a still camera.
	As many as a dozen pictures Tim took, some with young Gracie on her stomach, some on her back.  Some with her legs held up.  Some pics had his cock in her mouth (again), or humping against her poon (and asshole.)  He soon was able to get a boner going again but took some effort to unload love cream.  He snapped a couple of pictures of his ejaculate smearing the girl’s poon--money shot.  Thereafter, he took the film out of the camera, returned the camera--then picked up Gracie, their clothes, and went up stairs.
	Danny and Tuck made themselves scarce.

*

Wow, things I never knew about you

	“And it’s like that all over.” Danny explained to his naked friend.  Both had just entered a neighborhood store--butt bare assed naked and helped themselves to some candy, snacks, and soda pop.  The full compounding realization of what being Invisible meant to the two horn dogs was overwhelming.  But both agreed SPYING was the best.  Super Spy, Super Hero, ultimate bank robber or something like was fantasy stuff.  Spying and having their way occasionally with the unwary was good enough for them.
	Danny swung by the creepy Mason Klinton house, but the Narly Senses didn’t kick in and it didn’t look as if anyone were home, of course, it looked like that all the time.  The boys scurried on, making for Danny’s house.
	However, the Narly Senses of Danny Phanton DID kick in--when in the proximity of their mutual friend, Samantha.  She had told them earlier that she would be “busy” that day.  There were days that Sam did things with her family, or by herself--babysitting and whatever.  Though Sam was a close friend of Danny & Tuck, she was sometimes kinda secretive.
	Boldly naked and determined the boys made way into the quaint house Sam Mahann lived in.  The boys’ first surprise was how well off the house appeared to be.  The next surprise was Sam was home, getting boffed by a young boy in her charge! 
	Forrest paused in Danny and Tuck’s telling of their story; creatures in the woods about the cabin had been noted.  BIG creatures.  Big CREEPY creatures.  The assembled group of Forrest’s assembled and made way into the cellar that was designated as a safe shelter.  
	Creepy Mason Klinton and Forrest slipped out into the inky darkness.  It had been months at the cabin, Forrest was rather enjoying himself, it was a good home and improving all the time.  There was ample food (one had to go and get out of the forest and streams, but it was still there.)  The weather always seemed to be fairly decent, there was a want for nothing.
	Danny and his group had been good additions, along with the creepy Mason and his gothic niece Lydia and her friend, Lucy.  Forrest expected others would traipse into his world, and that was fine--so long as it was understood that if they came to settle with him or near him, they would adopt the ways of Forrest or continue on their way.
	(Forrest’s way was, of course, sex.)  and lots of it.
	In between sex, there was story telling--everyone sharing their particular story and how they came to be in the new world.  Danny and Tuck (and Samantha) had dousies of stories to spill.  Mason and his nice, with friend, were more subtle and had not quite given up their story.  (the story regarding the Klintons and friend were told privately when the Subjects were elsewhere or at least out of earshot.)
	Forrest noted no odor to detect, the night was dark, damn dark.  He listened and heard nothing but some of those making a visit to the outhouse definitely reported “something’s out there!”
	But neither Forrest or Mason saw or heard anything.  Forrest told Mason of the Creeps, the tall gray cloaked fun seekers.  The minotaurs, too.  Mason took the information in and didn’t disbelieve as he fully accepted the “where” of where he was.  He assumed that there were “other” creatures about, kind and not so.
	“If it keeps up,” said Mason, “or those creepy creatures start coming around, it might be wise to move on to someplace more safe.”
	“I don’t know if there IS someplace safe.” Forrest replied, he hadn’t known Mason that long, or Danny.  They were new arrivals and it had taken a few days for them to settle in.
	Forrest told Mason of how many times he and the other had had to move.  He was getting to the point whereas he was ready to take a stand.  With no physically damaging weapons of the technological kind, other methods of persuasion would have to be brought to bare.
	Come the new morning, Forrest had to curtail the groups’ usually daily wanderings, until at least the coast was clear and it was determined to be safe.  Those who had “seen” somethings wandering the woods didn’t normally fib or make things up.  Something HAD been out there; if it had been minotaurs, they would not have been “quiet.”  
	If it had been the creepy Creeps--signs of their passing would surely be about--broken twigs and such.  He didn’t think the creatures “walked” as per se normal bipeds but rather “floated” somehow.  But they still had mass and still broke twigs as they passed.
	There was nothing to do but to keep a tentative watch out--and to listen to the rest of Danny’s story…

Wow, things I never knew about you continued
	The boy was Adam Garp, he was a mere handsome seven years young and butt bare assed naked.  So was Sam.  Sam’s legs were parted wide with Adam Garp right between, humping to beat all against Sam’s gash.  Sam had her hands tight on the boy’s bare bum, biting her purple lips and “helping” Adam to fuck her.
	Adam, too, was suckling on one of Sam’s tits, occasionally his little seven year old prong slipped out--Sam gripped it--masturbated it, and stuffed it back into her cunny.
	Tuck was blown away, shocked and stunned.
	Danny was amused.  He was shocked and stunned as Tuck, but amused.  It was totally out of character for Sam to be so, ‘you think you know some one!’
	After a few more pump-minutes Sam seemingly had an orgasm.  Her body stopped twitching and gyrating and she seemed more at peace.  Young Adam had stopped pumping, too.  
	At length, Samantha pulled her young charge up to her chest, having him straddle her and hump his little willy between her lovely teenage breasts.  Adam liked, a lot.
	Afterwards, Samantha took to sucking on the boy’s pee-pee, engulfing the whole of his testicles and all.  This soon led to Sam working the boy’s penis until at long last he did something.
	He was too young to cum.
	But just right to pee.
	A steady stream of boy pee streamed out of Adam’s cock and showered Samantha’s face!

	The two bathed together, young Adam latching onto Sam’s titties and sucking on them--peeing on her some more; Sam fondling the boy’s penis and caressing his naked ass to her delight.
	Thereafter, they dried one another off and then--
	Spanking!
	Spanking and Stuffing.
	Adam smacked as hard as he could Samantha’s bare ass, then used one of her black gothic belts that was wide and had silver lined holes.  Sam fingered herself while she was spanked, she seemed to really get off on it.
	She spanked Adam, too--not too hard and just with her hand.
	There was more fucking and soon the young tyke fell to sleep.
	Sam went nude thru her house, Danny and Tucker followed her and really wished (Danny did) that he could tell her, let her know about the invisibility stuff.  He still had qualms about letting her in on the mind warping abilities.
	In the kitchen Sam got out a sizeable cucumber--and promptly stuffed it up her ass!  She laid herself across the kitchen table and crammed the makeshift dildo into her gloryhole.
	Danny couldn’t take it anymore and zapped the girl.

	Tuck ran his hands all over the nude girl’s body, his black pole hard and dripping love cream.  Danny on his knees behind the girl parted her cheeks and pulled the green vegetable out.  He was totally amazed, and extremely hard.  ‘she’ll never know the difference!’ Danny grinned to himself and replaced the cuke with his cock.
	Tuck, meanwhile, was in her mouth.  He had gotten onto the table, opened his legs wide and brought himself up to the unconscious girl’s face.  Gingerly he worked her mouth down onto his fuck stick and proceeded with the humping of her face.
	Danny fully inserted himself and pumped away.  He enjoyed looking down to see his cock pumping in and out of Sam’s ass--every girl he had done so far filled his mind, too--the girl at the bookstore, her mother, and all the others.  He humped and pumped and pumped and humped until at last he began to surge.
	Tuck had gotten his fill, but hadn’t creamed.  He humped Sam’s face and then left.  Danny continued sodomizing his best friend until he was well spent.  He had very little energy left but enough to turn Samantha over, open her legs and nosh out her furry little cunt.

	There was a slight worry about Sam’s folks.  When were they due back, when did Sam have to have Adam back to HIS folks?  And where was Tucker?  Danny had licked and sucked on Sam’s cunt, fingered it and took a long healthy look upon the gash.  His cock was too thrashed out to get hard (enough) to poke her.  
	He lay on her partially and humped the gash’s entrance, but that was all.  (he sucked on her titties, too.)  Afterwards, he turned her gently back over and stuffed her asshole with the cucumber.  Then, he went to find Tucker.
	He found Tucker, molesting Adam.
	Actually, Tucker HAD molested, young Adam had, too, been affected by the Mind Zapper, allowing Tuck to stuff the boy’s backdoor.  Not fully or all the way, just partially.  Then, Tuck then did so infacto cream.  And a lot of it, cum completely covered/coated the young boy’s asshole rim, cheeks, and balls.
	Danny found himself strangely attracted to the youngster.  He didn’t know if whether it was the fact he was young, a boy, a young boy, or what.  He didn’t do anything, it was getting too late and they needed to scat.

Hanky Panky
	Once more a spy trip to the creepy Mason Klinton and his niece.  Danny was obsessed with them, they were just strange and their story was yet unknown.  
	As before, the house looked empty, but Narly Senses told Danny otherwise.  Quietly and ultra sneaky-like Danny and naked Tuck slipped into the house.
	It was dark within, no light color schemes, dark furniture.  
	Nothing going on downstairs, the boys traipsed upstairs.
	In a room designated as Lydia’s, BINGO!
	Lydia was nude, butt bare ass nude--and she had a friend on her bed--also nude--butt bare assed nude.  The friend was “Lucy.”  Lydia was on the floor, legs cockeyed/askew, her mouth buried into the muffin of her friend.  Lucy was equally bizarre as Lydia--if not more so.  Deeply gothic was she, deeply.  
	Lucy didn’t have a lot of ‘fur’ on her furburger, it was mostly shaved save a small patch on either side of her cunt lips.  Lydia’s tongue flicked all about, driving into the quivering quim while a finger finger-fucked the girl’s asshole.
	Danny was about to “zap” the girls and make a day of fucking them silly--when he was acutely aware of someone approaching.  
	Mason Klinton.
	The bedroom door opened fully and the man walked in.  Lydia turned her head and had that look of a “deer in the headlights” look.  She gulped and looked terribly frightened.  Lucy, however, bestowed no detectable emotion whatsoever.
	Nothing happened for a moment or two; then, Mason stepped fully into the room and hauled out his cock.  He stroked it, it was massive.  He looked to his young teenage niece who had taken on the same stoic appearance as her friend.  
	Lucy looked upon the masturbating uncle with a mild curiosity, then segued back to plain unappealing.  Mason stepped closer to his niece, the girl moved to her knees facing her uncle (and his massive schlong), then took over masturbating him.  
	After much ado about jerking her uncle’s pud, she pressed her lips to it and licked the piss slit to his delight.  One hand on his hip, the other roaming thru the girl’s thick coarse jet black hair.  Gently moving his hips he moved his manhood into her mouth and began pumping.
	Lucy began fingering herself, watching the action.  
	Slowly, Mason placed his hand onto the non-niece girl’s nearly bare poon, squeezing the clit, the lips, and slipping his fingers into the tight crevice.
	Moments later and gobs of sweet cum was drizzling out the corners of Lydia’s mouth.  She took the cum shooter and rubbed it all over her face.  She jacked the member into her mouth, fully draining it.
	Mason, though, though empty of splooge, wasn’t thru.
	As his cock limped out, he turned his attention to Lucy.  He turned her over and smoothed his hand over her naked bum, then smacked it.  Another smack followed--a little harder than the first.  Then another smack, another, and yet several more.  Each smack progressively harder than the previous.
	There was a point in the smacking series whereas the young teen flinched and tightened up her young naked body.  She didn’t cry out, though, yelp or make any noise of any kind.  Her ass became a nice shade of near puce.
	At the end of the smacking, Mason’s cock was once more a rigid stiffy.  With Lydia’s help the engorged organ was guided into Lucy’s backdoor.  Lucy herself helping holding her cheeks open, Lydia	 guiding her unc’s cock into the not-so-tight anus.
	The only sounds were balls slapping and even sweat dripping.  At the end, the well grown man let out a well deserved “ohhhhh”.  it was barely audible but very satisfying.  His ass cheeks flexed, his cock surged, his balls cinched up tight before sagging.  Rivers of man juice spilled out of Lucy’s shitter, the girl had fingered herself all the while she had been buggered.
	Mason finally rolled off onto his backside beside the fresh fucked (in the ass) teenage girl.  His member was steaming.  Lightly he massaged it and one of them farted.
	It was Lucy, she pooched her ass up some and farted again, squirting out the cum load lodged up into her hole.  Cum juices, too, spilled from her cunny as her body reeled in its own orgasmic bliss.

	A shower.  The man needed a shower.  He may have dosed off for a few minutes or so.  Lucy frigged her cunny and Lydia licked it out, then crawled up onto her naked sweaty friend and pussy humped.  Occasionally the strange gothic girl would look to her naked uncle.  No emotions, nothing said, nothing--she pounded her pussy to her friend’s pussy and that was all.
	Danny was in love.
	Lydia suddenly filled his mind, her bouncing short dark hair, her stoic face, her trim nude body, her ability to suck the chrome off a ‘57 Chevy…
	After the shower, Mason returned to find that the girls had switched--Lydia laid out on the bed and Lucy was licking her out.  Mason approached butt bare assed naked like--and received a more than pleasing blowjob.  Afterwards, he began fingering Lydia’s cunt, then smacking it.  Lydia opened her legs wider and at length raised her legs.  Mason smacked her cunt, her inner thighs, and ass.
	Then, when Mason’s dong was once more a ready-freddy, he plunged into Lydia’s cunt--with Lucy guiding it in.
		
Getting to know you, really well…
	The Jazz Band
	Trent Parker was a very lucky young boy.  Lucky as he was in the company of Jazmine Phanton and another of her friends, Paula Klien.  Young Trent Parker was being stripped to the skin, Jazmine had just removed the lad’s shirt and undone his pants.  Paula gently worked the boy’s underwear down.
	Invisible Danny and Tucker were in stunned awe.
	Once the little boy of seven had his clothes at his ankles, the girls seriously got into fondling him.  The boy giggled and got a bit of a stiffy.
	Paula caressed the boy’s bare bum, licking her lips hungrily.  Her coal dark eyes drank the boy in and she sat up on her knees--her free hand freely fondling her ownself!  Paula wore a short-short mixed plaid skirt and a kinda tight (really snug) black knit top.  Strawberry hair hung in lose strands just passed her shoulders.  Thick lips that were black, she was almost gothic but not one hundred percent.
	Jazz fondled the boy’s naked wanker.  His hairless testicles and everything was caressed gently, his young tally stroked and tugged.  A bottle of water the boy was offered, he drank and then there was a look of deviltry exchanged between the two naughty teens.
	Danny was beside himself.  ‘you live with someone your whole life and you think you know them!’
	Slowly, Jazz began pulling off her clothes.  Young Trent watched in glee, smiling, drinking, smiling.  His little puddling had indeed gotten stiff.  Danny had a stray thought--he wondered casually what it would be like to--
	…suddenly, up against his ass Danny felt something.
	A Tucker something.
	Methodically Tucker was pressing his naked cock against Danny’s ass.  Slowly, Danny placed his hand onto the friend’s cock and stroked it.  He bent over some and Tuck pressed the head of his black prong to Danny’s virginal poop chute.
	Meanwhile, Jazz and Paula continued stripping.
	When they were at their panties only, Jazz sat down, opened her legs and pulled by the cock young Trent to her, “Can you go, yet?” she asked.
	Trent nodded and Jazz leaned back.
	Danny was curious, “Go?”
	Then, a steady stream of urine spewed out of Trent’s cock and splashed against Jazz’s pussy, while she still had her panties on.  Danny was more than beside himself…
	Paula leaned her nearly nude self up against the boy, fondling his ass, slipping a finger into his crack and probing his hole.  The teen’s breasts were ski slope-like, soft and alluring.  Jazz’s bare breasts were perfectly round orbs of delight.
	After young Trent had himself a good pee, pissing all over Jazz’s panties as she wore them, Paula went down and sucked on him, taking in his tallywhacker and tezzies, too!
	It was almost more than Danny could stand.  His own sister--she was like him!  Sorta.  They had more in common than thought!  Could she handle the truth, though?  Danny liked little girls (although he had a tough time convincing himself such vile deed(s).  
	He wondered casually that if he should tell her that they had a common bond of illicit sexual yearnings--would she then let him bone her?  He still yearned and longed to sink his cock into her pussy, asshole, between her tits, and especially in her mouth.  He longed to see his cum spewing out of her mouth, and the other holes afore mentioned.
	After much ado about sucking and carrying on with Trent, Jazz and Paula 69ed.  Right there and then on the forest floor just outside of a small park that was juxtaposed between a wilderness area and a medium sized industrial area.
	Danny was stunned--shocked--and amazed.  ‘you think you know some one!’

Yada Yada Yada  Bamma Bamma Bamma
	Pent up and ansy and holding a narly secret within gave Danny fits.  He couldn’t sit still, he couldn’t think straight.  Spying was fun and eye opening and best friend Samantha was left out.  Danny already knew Sam was naughty, and she was cool.  So, he decided to share, to let her in on the narliness he and Tuck had been enjoying.
	Telling Sam about the Mind Warper got him a long hard stare.  Mostly she was in awe with a sprinkling of shock.  She licked her lips methodically while in deep thought.  Then she furrowed her brow.  She didn’t doubt Danny, not for a moment, she knew Danny’s dad was an “inventor” and with all that was going on, it was a no brainer to believe that the scientist man had indeed brought to life an illegal object.
	The bit about “invisibility” was a tougher one to swallow, so Danny had to show her.
	Proof was there for the taking.
	“Oh MG!” she exclaimed (MG equal to My God!)
	Danny continued explaining about the ability to roam about and spy on unwary-unknowing folk, but shied away from letting her know he knew (about her.)
	There was some concern but Sam was assured that Danny (and Tuck) didn’t know about her personal shenanigans.  She was all “jazzed” about sneaking out the neighborhood area spying on naughty folks normally regarded as “pillars of the community.”
	Tucker had a stipulation; 
	“We have to go naked.” he said.
	“What?” Sam shot out alarmed.
	“Yeah, with our clothes on, we can sometimes be seen--the gadget does make our clothes invisible, just our bodies.” Danny filled her in.
	Sam looked suspiciously at her friends.
	“No, really.” 
	“But I didn’t see you--I mean, I saw you--” Sam shook her head, “You just went invisible and I didn’t see your clothes.”
	“It’s temporary, it comes and goes and it’s better if you DON’T have them on so you’ll be invisible straight on.” 
	Sam knew bullshit when she was hearing it.
	“But,” added Tuck, “when you’re invisible we cant see each other.”
	The BS was piling up.
	Another “proofing” had to be made.

The Bamma
	A new family had moved into the area, not much was known about them, though--they kept to themselves despite there being three girls seen there.  The home was a good one, looked pleasant enough and well kept up.  Samantha was totally shocked as she, Danny, and Tuck made their way into the home unannounced.
	Prancing about willy-nilly butt bare assed naked was kind of a new thrill for Sam (kind of.)  She carried her clothes, as did the boys, in a book bag.  She found (as had the boys) that when in close proximity to the others they could be seen although a little fuzzy like out of focus.
	Nothing going on on the ground floor, so the naked trip traipsed up the stairs.
	A great deal was going on.
	Harold Darby was in a bad mood.  Very bad.  Apparently, the youngest member of the children had been in the alley, alone.  She was a mere eight years young.  There were two other girls, Christine and Ashley.  Christine was the oldest at a ripe tender age of 13.  Ashley was the middle sister at eleven.
	All three had lovely hair of gold.  Sweet face, fantastic bods, eyes of blue.  Christine was a little--uppity.  Upon hearing about her little sibling’s wanderings, Chris merely shrugged, “She always wanders--”
	“But I specifically told you to WATCH her!” said the new daddy to the girls raising his voice.  He had the little “wanderer” with him, 
	“She was out in the alley and fell into the rose bushes,” explained an angry Harold, “a car came thru and she could have gotten killed!”
	Harold saw the laugh, and the smirk.  He came to Christine quickly in a rush and slapped her.  Jennifer’s mouth hung open as she was too shocked to scream.  
	“You three ‘hos are going to have to learn some manners,” he said matter-of-factly.  He nodded to a still stunned Christine as she held her hand to her face.  “Yeah, I know about you and that boy you were with and what you did.”
	Jennifer’s mouth fell open as she stared at her sister Christine, but there was little time for stunning responses,  “I think you all deserve a good  spanking.”
	Christine's face blushed. She was thirteen and it had been a long-long while since SHE had been spanked.
	The girls were all three stunned beyond anything, unable to respond or make a fuss--not until their new daddy began his stuff.  Quickly (and forcefully) he grabbed/yanked thirteen year old Christine and pushed her to her bed.  She wore a semi tight yellow stripped short skirt with a solid color yellow top.  Christine tossed and fussed, used her hands to protect her dainty ass--but the strength of her new daddy was too much for her and she received a swat.
	One swat--two swat--three swat, FOUR!
	Christine rolled and twisted and called out for her mother.
	“That aint going to do any good, missy!” said Harold, “I’ve got her controlled!”
	The girls wept, fussed, cried, and when Harold pulled up Christine’s skirt and yanked her matching yellow panties down, Jennifer flailed into him trying to fend him off.
	She received a smack to her face and a shove that put her to the floor.
	Harold went on with the spanking--bare assed spanking.
	“Aw, whatz the matter, Chrissy, you seemed to like it when that boy spanked you--after you sucked him!”
	Christine was horrified (that he knew about that) and Jennifer was shocked.
	But there was more to come…
Let me take you on a sea voyage
	There was no saving Sister Merry.  And closer to the abbey, there was no saving Brother Silas, either--he’s broken body was found in the bushes, his mousey face smached and broken.  Merrill knelt beside the kin, held his lifeless paw and prayed.
	There was no saving the abbey, either.  A band of ruthless vermin had come, and Merrill knew that Father Abbott had not turned them away--they had approached the main gate under some false pretense.  Other members of the North Church Abbey had probably pleaded with the kindly old elder not to allow the vermin searats in.
	But he obviously had.
	He had been lashed to a makeshift structure of a box frame made of lodge poles.  Wooden spikes pierced his paws and he was forced to watch as one after one his “flock” was decimated--in one way or another.  The males of the Church and surrounding area were just out and out slain.  The strongest were tied securely and put down on the dirt to be later taken as slaves.
	The females were stripped of their clothing and demoralized by the searats; no matter the age, they were hideously raped and sodomized.  Some didn’t survive the assault--not that the vermin searats cared.
	The survivors of the horror were rounded up and carted off.
	Merrill hid herself in the bushes at the main gate and waited.
	She was repulsed by the unmitigated horror the searats had caused.  Her anger swelled but her “good sense” kept her hidden.  Only the Abbott seemed to be the only survivor, still impaled to the wooden box frame in the center of the compound.
	When the last of the searat vermin had scurried away, Merrill dashed in to help the Abbott.  He didn’t speak, his eyes were glazed over and he mumbled incoherently.  
	“Merrill, my child, how good to see you.” he said at last.  He was confused.  “How is the feastival going?”
	Merrill closed her eyes, the Abbott was lashed good to the box frame and she was unable to undo the heavy sea ropes--let alone remove him from where the wooden stakes impaled him.
	“Go on, my child, enjoy--” his eyes furrowed, nose twitched, eyes dimmed.  “Have you seen Brother Silas and Sister Merry?  I-I sent them off a while ago to--” he began to wander off his thoughts.
	Brother Silas.  Sister Merry.
	Sorrowfoot, Vada, Clover--she had to get back to them at the tree.
	The images of the horror the searats had caused filled her.  In part she blamed herself, she knew the searats, and knew of their horror capabilities.  Deftly she pushed the images of long ago when she was but a mere child.  The bushes clawed at her, the horror of the Church consumed her.  Would it have mattered had she told of her past, of the searat vermin threat?  Long had she tried to keep her past from everyone.  She should have realized that Father Abbott was too trusting, he saw good in everyone.  
	But there were others, deacons and associates.  A lookout post or something like should have been installed--keeping a watch for vessels like the Kalamath.
	At the tree Merrill raced but found no Sorrowfoot, Vada, or Clover.
	Searching she found bits of clothing and blood, and a paw.  A mousey paw.  One of the children had been butchered.  Merrill’s blood boiled.  Quickly she bolted out to the trail and made way to the beach some miles away.

Blood on the beach
	A stiff breeze blew off of the turbulent seas, the weather was turning sour and a storm was coming.  Several hundred yards out was the searat pirate ship, the Kalamath.  It rolled and sloughed about in the pitching seas, a long line of long boats shuttled the bedraggled prisoners from the shore to the ship.  Many of the new slaves had perished along the trek to the beach, others were continually abused and died as a result, their bodies left on the beach.
	So many peaceful woodlanders there were strewn on the beach that the once pristine white sand turned an ugly brownish-red.  Paws of the various woodland creatures, too, littered the beach, the searats took great delight in chopping off a hand or foot.
	Most of the searat vermin found other pleasures in raping and sodomizing the females (of all ages) and slitting their throats at the moment of sexual bliss.
	But as many as fifty would be shuttled out to the Kalamath.
	Merrill huddled in the woods butting against the beach, it would be foolish to rush the vermin scum, there were too many of them and with her sisters and brothers shackled and their spirits crushed, they would be of no help either.
	She needed a plan.
	She needed weapons, more help, more time.
	None of which she had.
	Suddenly, one of the searats roughed up one of the members of the North Church, Sister Bea.  She was nigh but sixteen summers young.  Most of her simple clothing were shreds.  The searat grappled with her and shoved her over a beach rock.  He then commenced with placing himself behind her--stuffing her from behind.  The young mousekin screamed out in pain--the other searats cheered and jeered, scoffing and ripping up the laughter.
	Out of the woods rushed a small mousey creature, brandishing a tree limb.  “Get away from her you filthy scum-fuck!” yelled the mousekin.
	The searat Jerktail turned around--just in time to be smack upside the head with the limb.  The rat was stunned (and had a broken jaw) and fell backwards.  Sister Bea turned around, “Sister Merrill?”
	“Run you fool!” Merrill shouted.
	Sister Bea tried gathering herself, other vile searats began assembling, scoffing and jeering still on and on.  The searat scum Jerktail fought off the pain to his head, his jaw was dislocated (broken) and he was unable to speak.  He rushed the one who had caused him such discomfort.  Merrill kneed him in his naked balls, then upswung the limb to his already broken jaw sending the ratkin backwards into the bloody sand.
	His companions really whooped it up then.
	“Why are you still here!” screamed Merrill.
	Bea finally pulled herself together and fled into the woods.
	Merrill saw a gangly searat chase after, she hoped Bea could outrun him.  Other rats surrounded Merrill, Merrill held them off (sorta) with the tree limb.  Suddenly, the rats were parted by a much larger ratkin, the leader of the sea scum, Balzitch the Scourge of the Seas himself.
	“What ‘ho here, me lads?” he said with a glare.
	“We’ve got a fighter ‘ere, Cap’n.”
	“A fighter, eh, I likes fighters.” Balzitch said with a gleam in his ratty eyes and a sneer to his gangly maw.  He pounded his paws together, “Care to tussle wid me, lassy?”
	Merrill said nothing but held onto the limb.
	Searat Jerktail stumbled into the scene, bumping against his captain.  Balzitch shoved him and cursed him, “What ‘ho with you, matey?” 
	The other rats were in uproar, searat scum Burrfoot cackling and regaling the captain what had happened.
	Balzitch turned to re-face Merrill.
	“You did this to one of my shipmates?”
	Merrill gulped, her neck tightened and she tightened her paws about the limb.
	“Aye, asswipe, I did!” she said with a snarl, “And I’ll do you the same!” and quick as a wink she lashed out at the burly rat, but unlike Jerktail, Balzitch was more on the ball and caught the limb and smacked it backwards into Merrill’s face.
	The noise of the rats’ laughter drowned out the noise of the impending storm.
	“Tie ‘er up, lads, good and tight--don’t want her bashing any more of my crew.” gurgled the great sea captain.  He paused to look down to the pitiful ratkin Jerktail.
	“Well, well, me hardy,” spoke Balzitch, “looky likes this ‘ere’s yer last voyage.”
	Jerktail’s eyes widened and he tried to speak and convince his captain that he WAS useful.
	Balzitch shook his head, “Yer no good to me now--ye cant talk and was taken out by a meek widdle mousekin.” and with that, the Sword of Garfunk pierced his chest and innards.  With a twist Balzitch insured his miserable death.
	“Hurry it up, lads, gotta get this cargo boarded and out to sea ‘fore that storm drowns us all.”
	Merrill was wrestled onto one of the long boats with other unfortunates.  It would be days before she would awaken.

Tingling sensations
	In a room next to the one with the three stunned/horrified sisters, a woman laid out on a bed.  She was tied to it, her arms and legs spread out.  She needn’t be tied too securely as she was drugged, too.  Three nude boys there was, the oldest one about thirteen almost fourteen straddling her chest, his young manhood nestled between her “mommy mounds.”  he humped lightly, grinning mostly and out of control with lust and glee.  On the bed beside the nude woman were the teen’s younger siblings, Blake and Bobby.
	Both younger siblings had boners, Bobby at a mere eight years young with Blake two and a half years older stroked their puds; they watched their older brother titty fuck their “new” mommy as well as ogled the new mommy’s shaven poon.
	The new mommy, “Shelly” moaned and tossed her head about, she was really out of it and unaware--even to the fate of her precious golden haired children in the other room.

	 
	Christine and Jennifer lay on the bed totally stunned beyond belief.  They had been mercilessly slapped.  Their little sister had been smacked hard on the ass.  All three were stunned and shocked at the horrible treatment they were receiving.  But it was only the beginning.
	“Time for you three to learn your place!” Harold told his girls.  Quickly he tussled with Christine in an attempted to yank off her clothes.  Jennifer was too stunned to react but only for a few seconds.  Christine fought back but was no match for the powerful man.  He was a business type man, worked in an office doing something that didn’t require manual labor--but he was still strong just the same.
	A quick lashing out from the new daddy to Jennifer, sending her crashing backwards to a dresser settled her out.  Young Olivia curled up on the floor in a fetal position whimpering.
	A hard slap to Christine’s face put her into such a stunning mode that her yellow top and short plaid yellow skirt was yanked off.  Her bra followed and then she was pressed onto the bed.  Harold glared at her to fight him some more.  The hapless young teen was too stunned and offered no resistance--not until her ankles were locked and legs lifted up.
	She was thirteen years young and way too old to be SPANKED--’especially by a man not even her father!  (not biologically)
	But spanked she was--hard.
	Christine fussed on the bed but the new daddy was strong had held her ankles up with his other hand landing blow after blow to her tender ass.
	“Please stop!” Christine cried out repeatedly.
	Surprisingly the blows did stop.  
	But there was more horror to come.  Lots more.
	Her matching yellow panties were torn down, rendering her completely nude.  Once more Christine thrashed madly on the bed, she called out for her mother.  Jennifer rushed in again, Olivia crawled under the bed.
	Jennifer was very abruptly thrown backwards to the wall where she very nearly lost consciousness.  But she didn’t.  She witnessed her new daddy staring at Christine’s pussy.  Then, the new daddy undone his pants and let them fall.  He wore no underwear so his behemoth manhood was right there and there.
	He gave his massive organ a stroke, then nestled himself between his new daughter’s legs.  Christine freaked.  Jennifer sat in stunned awe.  The unseen spies were awed, too.
	But wait, there’s more!

	Curiously, Jennifer DID wonder what a MAN’S cock would feel like.  She stared with mouth agape as every inch of Harold’s cock disappeared into Christine’s cunt.  Christine was NOT a virgin.  She had NOT been a virgin for some time.  And Harold knew it.  For a teenager, though, Christine’s cunt was still pleasingly tight.  Harold slid all the way and pumped slowly.  Christine bawled.
	At length, though, the sexually feeling of having a massive fuck pole sliding in and out of her teenage body tingled her into new sensations.  Her body twitched and tightened, eyes fluttered and she experienced multiple orgasms!  A first!
	Harold fucked and fucked and fucked, spewing hot gobs of man juice DEEP into the young teen’s poon.  He kneaded the girl’s young breasts, tweaked the nipples and then sucked on them.  He pumped furiously as the last ounce of sexual bliss came to its apex.
	When emptied, Harold withdrew and laid his smoldering schlong against Christine’s cunt.  He gave a few more earnest pumps against the gash before sitting back on his haunches.
	“Fucker!” cried out Christine angrily.
	Harold didn’t respond--not yet.

	In the other room--
	Oldest boy, Chad, slowly fucked his new mommy.  The new mommy was still a little out of it, unaware of who was boning her or the fact that she was tied to a bed.  Brother Blake was up at the woman’s head, running his fingers through her short curly blond hair while his cock nestled nicely inside her mouth.  Youngest bro Bobby was too giddy to do much but sit beside them and giggle.
	Chad pumped slowly, taking every bit of the enjoyment to the max.  Visions of doing likewise to his new sisters in the other room danced in his head. The girls’ mommy moaned and lightly unknowingly did she pump back!  Blake came to straddle the woman’s face, placing his balls into her mouth.  Chad smiled and went down on his brother, sucking his pre-teen schlong while continuing to screw the new mommy.  It don’t get no better than that!

	“Take off your clothes.”  Harold said to Jennifer.
	Jennifer stood against the dresser with eyes of heavenly blue in total disbelief.  The command was too difficult to comprehend.
	“Get ’em off or I’ll rip ’em off.” 
	Jennifer breathed hard.  She heard the words, but comprehending them confounded her.
	The new daddy was nude, his body in some respects was pretty good, lean and hard, with a huge cum dripping cock.  With the speed of a darting snake he grabbed Jennifer and began tearing off her clothes.  Christine made a feeble attempt at stopping her new daddy, but was slapped HARD across the face.  She collapsed to the floor and remained there while her middle sister was manhandled.
	Jennifer feebly tried to keep her clothes on, but the dire determination of her new daddy overwhelmed her and as she did not want her clothes to be ripped she helped remove her own clothes.  When it came to the last garment, her panties, Harold let her go and sat back--watching her slid her powder blue undies down.
	Harold groaned.  He stroked his cock that had come back to life and he looked the nude twelve year old all over.  A smile and a gleam told the girl she was in for exactly what sister Christine had been in.  
	But not “exactly.”
	Firstly, there was the “give me your hand.”
	Nervously Jennifer reached out her hand.  Harold took the hand and had her fondle his balls and then his cock.  It wasn’t her first time fondling such, but never a man’s, just a boy her age.
	After fondling and caressing and cupping, Jennifer was pressed against the nude new daddy’s body and received several hard swats to her bare ass.  Then, as it was tomato reddened, the girl was turned and placed on her hands and knees.
	Can you say Sodomy?
	I knew you could…
	Jennifer wanted to scream and she tried to, but the pain from her asshole being breeched was too much.  She did manage to put her face to the foot of the bed and get a mouthful of covers.  Every inch of Harold’s cock entered the girl’s almost virgin asshole.  She had been butt fucked just one time by a boyfriend.  Mostly she sucked off the boy and let him lick her pussy out; finally, though, he was ultra horny and she relented--but only to allow him entry to her then virgin poop chute.
	Soon Harold’s balls were slapping, the bed shook as Jennifer’s head bounced into it.  Christine sat on the bed curled up crying.

	Danny stroked his own organ, eyes watching in awesome awe the incredible scene(s) before him.  As it happened, the three spies had to scrunch up kinda close--Danny concocting a line that to save “power” on the invisibility mode, the three had to be as one.  He knew that Samantha probably knew it was a “line”, but oh well, she didn’t seem to be bothered by it.
	After snugging up tight in the room where Harold had his fun with his new daughters, Samantha indeed could be seen nude.  Danny wondered how he could approach her--how could he broach the subject of letting her know what he knew (about her?)  Would she be pissed?  Forgiving?  Willing?
	At one point Tucker, on the other side of Sam, stood and stretched--allowing his fabulous 6-incher to stand out straight and proud.  Undoubtedly Sam had seen it, along with Danny’s.  As Harold continued his backdoor treatment of Jennifer, Samantha did so infacto reach out her hands and grip the boys’ schlongs.  She stroked them lovingly, squeezing them and pressing her thumb to the piss slit and then rolling it around the crowns.
	The boys, in turn, caressed Sam’s ass…

	Harold started to spank Jennifer, raining the blows down as hard as he possibly could to her darling ass as he pumped.  The pain was tremendous, (to Jennifer) her screams useless as she felt her new daddy continue to thrust in and out. Christine heard the screams, but she couldn't look at Jennifer as her own pain was still very present.
	Harold began to increase his speed as his seed swelled up and prepared to explode.  He gripped the girl’s hips and strained DEEP into her body, Jennifer frigged her cunny until juice dripped and coated her fingers, her nipples were hard, the pain to her buggered ass even more so.
	Harold power fucked the pre-teen’s ass until the orgasm reached its zenith, then pumped and strained until there was no more.  He nearly collapsed but managed to hold on; his cock slipped out of the well fucked hole and Jan’s farted cum.

	Chad and his brothers masturbated over their new mommy, Shelly.
	“And we’re gonna get to do whatever to the girls, too, huh?” Blake asked up.
	“Yep, Dad’s teaching them now.” Chad said with a smile.
	 Blake stroked and stroked, he wasn’t much of a second time cum shooter, he had already creamed into his brother Chad’s mouth.  Max was not old enough to cum, but he had a boner just the same.
	Shelly still lay in a semi conscious state of being, the drugs in her were starting to wear off, leaving her very perplexed--and filled with cum!

	Harold pulled Olivia out from under the bed by her hair.
	“Time for you, sweet pea.” he told her.  The child had peed herself she was so scared.  She cried and fussed and fought back, sisters Christine and Jennifer jumped in--and again were repelled forcefully.
	“Strip.” he told the cute blond haired eight year old.  
	Olivia stared at him shaking her head, No.  
	Harold slapped her face then ripped off her shirt. The sight of her flat chest nearly set him off.  “Get ‘em off!” he said a little louder pushing the girl to the bed.  “Or what I did to your sisters I’ll double to you!”
	Young terrified Olivia didn’t know if it meant the spankings or “other”.  In either event, she didn’t want it to be doubled.  Holding her lips in and emotions, the young tyke pulled her skirt down followed by her pissed in panties.
	Harold watched as Olivia undressed herself and stood naked.  His manhood though had had its pleasure ten times over, grew stiff and hard again with Christine and Jennifer in total disbelief.
	Harold stood up to the young girl, she was just the right height.  
	“Stroke me.” he told the child.
	Olivia gulped, shook and trembled and a little more pee spilled from her hairless cunny.  Slowly she put her hand onto the manly bone before her face and stroked it.  “Yeah, that’s the girl,” cooed Harold, “just like you did Steven.”
	Steven had been Christine’s boyfriend…
	Harold thrust his manhood in the girl’s mouth. 
	Danny thrusted his cock into Sam’s asshole.
	Sam sucked off on Tucker’s cock draining him before Danny creamed.  Tucker almost gave their unseen presence away as the blowjob from Sam was intense.  Sam sucked him good and dry.  And when Danny’s own bone was intensely doing its thing, Sam reached back, pulled it out and guided it into her hungry cunt.
	Danny didn’t mind, didn’t care.  Tucker fucked Samantha’s face and reeled in it.  Danny knew that their “best friend” status had changed.  for the better?  It would never be the same again, he knew that.  But if the sex was good, who cared?

	Olivia tried to gasp, tried to gag, tried to scream, but her mouth was full of her new daddy’s dong.  Almost brutally did Harold thrust his manhood in and out of her mouth--Harold seemed to be in awe at how nice and tight the girl’s mouth could be.  (but of course, at eight years young…)
	Olivia received a generous amount of hot juicy man juice, most of which was spurted back onto the man’s cock and balls.  The girl gaged and retched, cum even spewed out of his nose!  Harold smiled and squeezed his balls.  His eyes set on Christine and Jennifer.
	“On the bed.” he told them.
	The girls rubbing their pussies and asses and still feeling the sting to their ass crawled onto the bed.
	“Do what you were doing the other night,” he said, “when I caught you.”
	The girls gulped, Jennifer screwed up her face as if she were close to letting rip the emotions.
	“You fucker!” cried out Christine.
	Harold responded with a smile and a giggle.
	“You’re mother really thinks you’re all sweet little angels, but I fucking well no better!” he pushed Olivia aside and crawled onto the bed, “I’ve got the fucking pictures of you…”
	Christine sobbed to herself.  “You fucker!” she said lipped but didn’t say outwardly.  She laid herself out on the bed, Jennifer crawled onto her sister, squatting onto her face and going down to the fresh fucked cum stained cunny.  Harold stroked his organ with glee, watched for a moment as Jen noshed out her sister, then crawled onto the bed to check the other end.
	What else went on would be unknown, Danny and his two invisible cohorts slipped away to the outside--they made it as far as the backyard of the house where Tucker paused to piss on a bush.  
	“Oooooh, don’t waste it.” commented the still naked Samantha, she got before her pissing friend and aimed his pee stick to her chest.  Cupping his balls she slipped a finger up between his legs and probed his anus.
	Danny came up alongside, close enough to “see” what was going on.
	Sam took her other hand and worked Danny’s bone--yeah, their best friend status was changing, but it would still be okay.

	After telling Sam of the church he had recently spied on, and the naughty kids’ doings, Sam was interested.
	“I’ve always wanted to be naked in a church!” she quipped.
	So off to the church they went.
	It was “in service” at the time, but when you’re naked AND invisible, no biggie.
	Prancing about butt bare assed naked in a church where people were assembled was a major turn on for Sam.  She checked out the Mens Room, watching men and boys pee.  Danny and Tuck checked out the Womens bathroom--they loved it, loved it!
	They had to stay together--to maintain invisibility status and such.  Straying too far would strain the device rendering them unseen and the propensity of becoming “visible” was greater the greater the distance.
	Like the three siblings spied on, Danny, Tuck, and Samantha “fucked” in the pews, on the floor, in the aisle and on the stage--all while peoples milled about!  Danny whizzed into the baptismal, Tucker backed up to the brass knob of the door to the administration offices.  And opportunity came with revisiting the womens’ bathroom.
	Naturally!
	A sweet little girl unescorted, she wore a short gingham plaid dress, blond hair in twin pig tails, and was just the sweetest little thing.  She was a lovely nine years, trim, slim, and very desirable.  Tucker “desired” her firstly, and with the boys knowing what they knew about Sam, it didn’t matter.
	Danny “zapped” the unwary child as she entered into a private stall.  Then all three teens joined her, Tuck in the back straddling the flashing mechanism with Danny before her and Samantha to one side.  Danny raised the girl’s plaid dress, slipping his hand down her light pink panties, copping a feel of fresh tender ass.  Tucker moved up as “Nancy” was positioned straddling the toilet.  His throbbing cock pressed against the young girl’s ass, Danny stroked the boy’s cock and guided it to the ass’s exit hole.
	Samantha ran her hands up and down the girl’s body, helping to hold the dress up out of the way and then fondling Tucker’s balls.  Danny worked the girl’s panties on down and Tuck worked his hard black cock into the tight never-before-fucked asshole.
	Someone came into the bathroom, two someones.  Tuck continued fucking (and cumming!)  Danny worked his organ into the girl’s mouth, Sam fondled the girl’s body all over--along with giving her own poon a finger.
	
	In the parking lot--two pre-teen girls were hiding out smoking.  Both were cute and from well-to-do families; one wore a black beret, the other had a raspberry knit cap.  Both were blonds, one a little more “blond” than the other.  Both were about average, tall, semi-shapely, and being as Non-Christian as they could be--smoking, cussing, gossiping.
	They were ripe for the plucking…er, fucking.