August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 28
Recyclables 

Ranger Dan and his big dog Dick
                      Or
Ranger Dan and his big DOG dick!

	It was a tough call--suck doggie dick or take the beating.
	Doggie dick--beating.
	Sucking the doggie dong was gross, she would have to “work it” (red rocket) and then suck it until it came off in her mouth.  She was sure, too, that she would have to spread her leg for the dog, too.
	Taking the beating--her poor ass would be blistered for sure, bruised and she would undoubtedly have everlasting welts.  There was that damned cattle prod, the fucker would probably shove it in her cunny and up her ass.
	Doggie dick or ass beating.  Tough call.
	Cheryl opted for the beating.
	Kam smiled and everyone watched…

	Everyone flinched as the swats rained down--one after another, a pause now and then and then SMACK!  On the bed, on all fours with legs spread out so as her well fucked asshole and cunny could be well viewed by the RV gang, Cheryl received her punishment for running.
	The pain inflicted was severe and several times she wailed out, begging for the punishment to cease.  The option of sucking off Rollo began to become more a desiring option--sucking a dog dick was gross but not painful.
	Her tormentor smacked the back of her legs and sent the poor hapless teen into a furor.  Her hands were bound and secured to the bed frame, not her ankles.  When she crossed her ankles the bottom of her feet received smackings, too.
	After several minutes of paddling, there came the smacking with the belt.  followed by another smacking with a different paddle.  It was only by the cries and pleas of the other kids that the bastard stopped.  Cheryl’s ass, thighs, and feet were welted.
	“I will tolerate no more of this running.” he said, and then brought out the cattle prod.
	Glorina got into the fray of begging and pleading, “don’t do her anymore (expletives beyond measure), do me instead!”
	Kam, though, slid the cattle prod into the teen’s asshole, several inches.  The kids cried and peed, clenched up tight to themselves and each other.
	“She wont do it again!” said Beth.
	Kam withdrew the instrument of convincing.  He settled his gaze upon the child trembling and peeing herself.  He knelt before her and looked into her eyes, “If she (Cheryl) does it again, or anyone else--YOU’LL be punished.” young Beth gulped, so did the others.  
	“Understand?”
	Beth nodded, so did the others.

	Glorina sucked dry young Mitch Bilton, the boy had cum in her pussy, took a break and then doinked her up the ass before taking another break.  Thereafter, he was in her mouth.  Glorina had been allowed to have free arms and legs, but was tethered to the bed via a cable-dog leash.  There was nothing she could use as a weapon and there was no one about for her to signal thru the windows.
	A leash was attached to Cheryl’s neck, too.  The trust in her was gone and not likely to return.  She was not allowed to “walk” but to go about on her hands and knees.
	Mitch’s dick was worn out, daily he stuffed himself into the girls; his asshole was worn out, too--the bastard kidnapper stuffed him!  Most of the time Mitch’s dick was capable of getting hard, but usually he was only good for two or three cum shots.
	For shock value, the gang watched as the two newest members (Leah & Katy) were scrogged on.  The bastard kidnapper did them mostly, Leah was a young girl of merely seven, but the bastard kidnapper didn’t seem to care.  He didn’t make full vaginal entry--but close counts.  He forced the head of his cock into her cunny, then rubbed it up and down furiously and then with someone(s) holding the child’s trembling legs back--he stuffed her equally tight poop chute.
	Katy’s poop chute was virginal--er, had been; but her cunny was not.  A cousin and a boyfriend had tagged her prior.  That only made it easier for the bastard kidnapper to enjoy her.
	It was shocking to say the least for Glorina to watch, it was horrible--just horrible.  All the girls, and boy, Glorina watched as day after day they were fucked, spanked (lightly) and molested repeatedly and endlessly.
	When not molesting his crew, Kam spent time re-wiring the electronic dog collars.  It was time consuming, and gave his cock and hand some time to rest.  Mitch he was beginning to trust, but he knew better than to let his guard down, he trusted no one.
	One by one, the new electro collars were re-wired and re-attached to his group.  They were doing well, the group, settling into their new way of life.  Mitch and himself were the only cock--aside from Rollo.  Attorney Glorina was at her wits end with the horroriful magnitude of the molestations.  She had been instrumental in her stalwart career of having men castrated for such offenses, and then locked away for the rest of their pitiful sorrowful worthless lives.  She had never thunk that she herself would be a victim.
	More collars, though, would be needed; Kam’s mega RV was about to get crowded.

	After a week in the wild, it was time to head back to uncivilization and get supplies.  He still needed to touch basis with Chief Sitting Eagle’s cousin and drop off some of his “cargo.”  But with the ever increasing presence of National Guard and State Militia, vigilantes on the prowl, state & local authorities increasing their firepower and abilities-- “freedom of movement” was a thing of the past.
	But, thanks to the nifty gadget that had helped him “acquire” his current crew, and taking a “hint” from a popular movie during the latter part of the disco era, Kam easily swayed his way into the town of Twoships.
	It came to him to realize that he needed a sidekick--er, one that he could trust.  His crew was growing and another bastard-tormentor was required.  

Sexology
Prerequisite:  Pervert, Pervert 101, Advanced Pervert, Scumbag, Asshole
	 Twoships was one of those country towns on the verge of being a big trendy city, big trendy city businesses had come to the town nestled between three mountains.  A major interstate artery divided the town, a large bass lake was to one side, upwardly mobile young professionals were filling up the available spaces of living.
	Supplying the mega RV was a constant battle, Kam normally and usually did so just a little at a time, never having the time to fully stock the RV so as it could go without having to venture into a town.  Kam just didn’t (and couldn’t) trust his crew to be alone for any length of time.  The kids seemed to have had some sort of control over Rollo, they had befriended him and thusly Rollo was even rendered untrustworthy.
	There were other security measures; security cameras, locked doors and windows, etc.  but those could be defeated and worked around.  The windows were merely concealed with thick canvas coverings snapped into place.  It was a hassle to have to secure his crew, he didn’t have enough handcuffs to go around!
	Rope secured most of his group, a threat and a warning would keep them in their place until he returned.  He parked his mammoth ride in the parking lot of a major chain department store and went out to fetch supplies.
	He kept his eye on the RV for a while, then entered the store.
	Glorina wriggled in her bindings, she was cuffed, spread out on the bed spread eagled.  On top of her was Cheryl, her pussy to Glorina’s face, Cheryl’s face to Glorina’s.  The kids were merely secured with rope and warned not to make trouble (like escape, call for help, etc.) or there would BE trouble.  The bruisings on Cheryl’s ass and backside assured Kam that the kids would most likely not be a concern.  But still…
	After a few minutes, Mitch stood up and leaned against the bed.  The a/c was on so it was not hot, but Mitch was sweating just the same.  Neither Glorina or Cheryl were “busy”, Cheryl looked up to Mitch,
	“What?”
	“I have to--YOU have to do something.” the boy said looking down at the bed and not at the teen.
	“What?”
	“He said--he told me that you have to--you--”
	“What?  Say it, what do I have to do?”
	Mitch sighed, “He said YOU have to suck me.” the boy bowed his head even more and looked up to the corner camera--
	“He can see us and know.”
	Cheryl looked up and bowed her head, shaking it sadly.
	“God damn it.” she bitch.
	Mitch waited.  Cheryl looked up,
	“Well, come on.” she griped.  Mitch worked his way up onto the bed, his cock hard as a rock.  With his hands tied behind him, it was difficult to maneuver about but he managed.  
	Cheryl leaned out her head and pressed her lips against the boy’s hard pecker, engulfed the head and began to suck.  Mitch rolled his eyes and slowly guided the length of his member into her mouth.  There was a smile on his lips, he rubbed his own ass and began to pump.
	*just so as you know, Kam never told Mitch Cheryl had to suck him.
	  Sneaky little fuck, aint he?
	  He didn’t cum in Cheryl’s mouth, but close counts.  He pulled out and rubbed his schlong onto Cheryl’s mouth, she didn’t seem to mind.  She continued sucking him including nuzzling and sucking his nads.  Mitch, though, was still horny.  He had a difficult time angling his cock down to Glorina’s cunt, Cheryl helped--under the ruse that Mitch had been secretly told to do so.  She nuzzled Mitch’s dick down but it was a clumsy progress and Kellie had to come up and help--her hands were bound behind her but she was pretty limber and could pass her hands behind her, over her smallish Chinese butt, down her legs and then the bound hands were in front of her!
	She guided Mitch’s dick into Glorina’s cunt and helped steady the boy as he fucked--her hands on his sides and then his ass.  The boy pumped and pumped and pumped and then pumped some more.  He didn’t cum--but close counts.
	When his cock slipped out and Kellie was about to ease it back in, Mitch shook his head, “I gotta do her in the butt.”  meaning Cheryl.
	Kellie helped there, too.

Meanwhile…
	“Walk straight--more--more--more, stop.”
	“Turn left, keep walking.”
	“Stop!”
	“Turn right.”
	“Stop, wait--wait--wait some more.”
	“Walk forward.  Slow down.  Stop.”
	The day was hot, the crowd medium, the security measures not as tight as they should be considering--but then again, when one had a Mind Tapping/Altering Device, security measures be damned!
	Kam easily negotiated a particular subject thru the slightly busy store, keeping distance and pushing his shopping cart--mindful of security presence and the “eye in the sky (ceiling).”  When at the far back of the store where the layaway and extra bathrooms were, the Subject was directed thru a maze thru the warehouse.  
	Kam followed on the sly, mindful of security, swaying security and then ditching security.  Once in the warehouse, Kam had to sway several individuals and have them point out where the security measures were, and Kam was relatively certain for sure that the Company had probably installed secret security cams unknown to the warehouse employees.  Trust no one…
	Kam guided his Subject out the security door side, down the steps, across the short walkway and then to a small cubby hole.  It was for a quickie only…
	The Subject, a one “Karen Tallwood” gave Kam wood.  She was prim, proper, and way too cute in a plain sort of way for her own good.  Long straight unstyled brown hair, dazzling blue eyes, no make-up, a sweet face, small chest, school uniform.
	She wore perfume, but it was light and not too prevalent.  Jade earrings and one finger ring with a jade stone.  No necklace.  She was way cute, too cute for her own good.  
	Tall, too, she was kinda taller than most girls her age (14 yrs.)  Slender with a nice swish to her butt that was not intended.  Supple skin, a pleasantness about her and Kam guessed she was probably a virgin.  She probably, too, didn’t diddle herself.  She probably was normal in the aspect of farting.  She probably had sexual desires, despite being a Christian--she carried a book bag that had Christian emblems and Christian singing artists emblazoned on the bag.  She attended a private school that was Christian (Catholic) and her whole persona was demure.
	In the store there were many targets, subjects of opportunity.  Kam chose and settled on the lone Karen as she perused the doll aisle having longing desires of wanting one of the trendy dolls on display.  As Kam pushed his cart and spotted the lone girl, he pretended to write on a scratch pad (shopping list) then push his cart on.  He made a circle and came to the opposite end of the doll aisle and made the “mental” tag, then went on about his business.
	He soon came to the same aisle, just across from it and after dropping his pen--he stooped over and scooped up the pen making a more stern “contact” with the Subject Karen.  He then proceeded to direct her thru the store.  Kam left his shopping cart at the layaway entrance hoping to return after “touching basis” with Karen outside.
	Raising the girl’s short pleated gray skirt he eyed her as she wore tight form fitting basic white panties with red flowers all over them.  Normal panties they were, a nice muffin mound that strongly enticed Kam and while the girl was “his”, he rubbed her mound.
	The rubbing compelled him to fondled her butt and then slip his hand down inside the back of the undy, squeezing supple ass flesh.  From there he pressed his horny bod against the girl, slowly working her panties down to find a virgin cunny.

In the RV…
	In the RV, Mitch’s dick slid effortlessly into Cheryl’s cunny, Kellie rubbing his butt as he fucked.  His balls swinging right above the distressed Glorina’s face.  He strove to cum, he eyes Kellie’s nude body--how many times had he slid his cock into her bald beaver?  She was good, he liked fucking her; he liked sticking his dick into Beth, too.  Leah and Katy were good, Leah was too young but he did her just the same.  He preferred stuffing her asshole and going off into her mouth better.
	After cumming, Mitch sat back on his heels watching his cum ooze out of Cheryl’s shit pipe--oozing onto Glorina’s face.  Kellie wasn’t keen on cum, especially when it oozed out of someone’s asshole.  Cum itself was just gross.  Mitch needed a few minutes of rest and then he was in the bathroom, Kellie washing his dick and balls.  Then he settled down, Kellie working her hands back behind her and settling with the others--just like Kam had left them…

	Her ass was soft, it gave Kam instant pleasure.  Slowly he worked his fingers down the crack, touching the “warm” spot.  His cock was busting out of his pants--so he freed it and rubbed it against the girl’s poon mound.  He had merely wanted to fool around with her to satiate his unnatural desire(s), but he knew better…
	He had to have her.
	He just had to.
	So, what the hell was one more to the group?

	“Walk forward, more--more--stop.  Turn left, walk straight, stop.”
	Guiding the girl out from the alley alcove thru the side parking lot, down the sidewalk then all the way around the gas station, pizzeria, and the bank on the corner, then cut across thru the outer parking area of the mega store to the mega parked at the outer perimeter.
	Cheryl closed her eyes in some dismay as the newcomer was led in.
	Glorina underneath was unaware--she had Cheryl’s cunt in her face.
	The kids expressed little emotion, save for the ever so horny Mitchell.
	Karen Tallwood.  She was fourteen, prim and proper, Catholic girl, 8th grade private school, parents semi-well off, and had just recently allowed their daughter to be out on her own; it was deemed that with the high security level and in among her school friends she should be alright.
	Well, they weren’t counting on Kam Kneely…
	The newcomer’s basic off-white blouse was removed, she wore a thin summer undershirt and that was removed, too.  Her breasts were perfectly shaped orbs of delight.  Kam fondled each one, tweaking the nipples thru the soft full coverage bra.  Karen did nothing but stand still--oblivious to all the pawing going on about her body.
	All eyes (but Glorina’s) were on the defiling of the newcomer.
	Kam raised Karen’s pleated gray skirt, patted her pussy mound and then began lowering the panties slowly.  There was a broad smile on Mitch’s face--his brown eyes focused solely on the act before him.  
	The panties were inched down just to mid-thigh.  Kam ran his fingers all about the furry mound, the girl’s cunny was prime(d) and sensitive; when Kam touched the lips and clit and lightly sent his fingers into the personal recesses of the girl’s most holy of holies there was reaction from the stunned teen.  But the Mind Lock he had on her was a good one, better than most.
	Slowly he turned the girl around, raising her skirt from the back to pat and enjoy her ass.  He parted the cheeks and watched as Mitch leaned to one side, pressing his hard-on against Kellie’s side.  Kam nodded to the two and Kellie “assumed” the position, a little awkwardly beings as how they were still tied up…
	The bra was dropped followed by the skirt.  Kam pressed the girl to his body, bent her over and parted her ass cheeks.  Mitch had his cock buried into Kellie’s young eight year old asshole pumping steadily as he ogled the new girl.
	Cheryl complained that she had to “potty.”  which meant she had to unload a BM.  Kam slipped Karen’s panties off then seated her in a chair.  Her mind was still in lockdown, it was going on almost an hour!  Usually the mind tapping device he had was good for thirty minutes maximum.
	Cheryl’s bindings were undone and she needed a few minutes to rub her arms and legs from being stretched out so long.  She then went into the bathroom and commenced pooping.
	Kam stripped off all of his clothes and fed his prick to Beth’s mouth.
	The ten year old soothed his aching schlong and Kam considered releasing her, Kellie and the other two recent additions (Katy and Leah.)
	Beth sucked well, she was getting used to slurping schlong, but was still disgusted by it.  Kam didn’t cum, but was close.  He went into Katy’s mouth nextly, Mitch was cumming in Kellie’s asshole…
	After her pooping, Cheryl was allowed to shower.
	Kam pumped steadily into Katy’s mouth, the ten year old had sucked cock before, a boyfriend’s and his best friend and a cousin.  But a MAN’s cock was not a little boys, she retched, gagged, and made faces as the manly prong slid in and out of her mouth.
	Leah received the manly dong, too.  She liked sucking cock as much as the other girls.  Kam had to hold her at the back of the head, grabbing up handfuls of hair and forcing her head down onto his prong.  The little girl not only made faces and retchings but cried and made a fuss.
	Glorina was in fits--she had personally persecuted dozens of men for doing horrible things to children--only a few had she seen in action as they had been stupid enough to video tape themselves engaged immorally with the children they were molesting.  Never had she been actually a part of up close and personally viewing a molestation to the extreme.
	After her shower, Cheryl dried off and looked to Kam.
	“Sit down and behave yourself.” he told her.  Cheryl obeyed, the sting to her ass was still there--as was the horrendous bruisings, marrings, and pain.  In the back of her mind was vengeance.  Somehow, somewhere, sometime--she would get him.
	Kam knew it, too.  He would just have to “get her” before she got him!

	Leah’s young seven year old mouth overflowed with man jiz.  She coughed and sputtered and didn’t like it all.  Kam continued emptying his tool splooge until emptied.  Then he pulled out and humped the young girl’s face.  When he finally stopped and stepped back, 
	“Swallow it.” he said.
	Which was revolting to say the least.
	“Swallow it or get a spanking.”
	Leah bawled, screwed up her sweet little face, clenched herself between her legs and gulped the sperm filling her mouth.  She retched more and nearly vomited.
	Cheryl shook her head, she detested that particular act, it was vile and disgusting.
	“You got something to say?” Kam shot at her.
	Cheryl lowered her eyes, gulped air and shook her head.
	Kam flogged his dog then looked to the goo oozing out of Kellie Yu’s poo hole.  Mitch sitting right close by caressing his own “dog”; Beth sat with her knees up, hands behind her back (tied) weeping silently.  Katy sobbed quietly but seemed to be taking the event a little more better than the rest.
	It couldn’t be figured why young newcomer Karen was so effected by the mind device.  It had been 90 minutes since she had been “tapped” and she was STILL under the Device’s influence.  Which was good.  Easily Kam got the nude girl onto the bed, positioned across the body of Glorina.  Kam spread the girl’s legs out so as to be able to view her cunny and asshole better.
	Both were virginal.
	But a little Q&A revealed intriguing insight…

	“Do you masturbate?”
	“No.”
	“Do you know what a boy looks like--naked?”
	“Yes.”
	“Ever been molested?”
	“No.”
	“Ever felt of a boy’s penis?”
	“No.”
	“A MAN’S penis?”
	A long pause there was; then, “Yes.”
	“Do you fart?”
	“Yes.”
	“Do you cum?” trick question, see above…
	Long pause, curious face, no idea, skip it.
	There were strange desires to see a boy (her age) naked, AND what it was that a boy did that was the definition of “masturbation.”  She was also curious about what the definition of SODOMY was all about.  Oral sex, feeling up, felt out, All the Way, Any Way, and the infamous “What the hey!”
	Terms young prim & proper Karen had heard, it was the terminology she had to learn.  The definition of “blowjob”  “hand job”  “rim job.”  She had heard other boys, and some girls, FART.
	On the subject of inquiry of a Man’s Penis--her assistant principal at her private school had made her touch and hold his penis while Sister Margrette swatted her bare behind.	
	“Did the Principal’s penis go into your mouth?”
	A long pause, a longer pause, reflection, then; “Yes.”
	Kam smiled.  Maybe he needed to check out that school…

	The teen’s ass was as supple as her tits.  Kam ran his hands all over the cheeks, spreading them wider than they already were--showing off the bung hole and cunny to Mitch.  He motioned for the boy and the boy happily came up, Kam undone the boy’s bindings-- “Don’t make me regret it.” he warned the boy.
	The boy conveyed that he could be trusted.  Kam gave the lad first dibs on Karen’s ass--to give a rim job.  Mitch wasn’t too much into that sort, Karen’s hole was clean but not “fresh.”  Mitch licked, kissed, and licked the whole of the crack.  Kam fondled the boy’s ass, squeezing his cheeks and gently masturbating him to stiff mode.
	Glorina, underneath, wriggled in some agony--totally disgusted by the horrible man.  Kam ran his fingers into her pussy, tweaked her nipple and assured her that he could be much more disgusting…
	Mitch was not denied pleasure, after much ado about tonguing Karen’s asshole and crack, he was allowed to stuff the virgin pooter and fuck to his delight.  Kam, meanwhile, kept his hand on the boy’s soft ass, working his own cock.  Though the boy got dibs on the girl’s poop chute, her virgin cunny was his.
	Beth, Kellie, Katy, and Leah sat nakedly with their hands behind their backs, pressed against the wall, looking up as the sex acts took place.  They had been fucked, spanked, sodomized, forced to receive cock in the mouth, peed on, and forced to watch everyone else nude doing various forms of sex.  Could it get any worse?
	Hmmmm

	Thanfully, Glorina was released.  Sort of.  Her hands and feet were still cuffed to themselves, but she was no long spread out on the bed.  She had been allowed to go to the toilet and then to be freshened in the shower--young Mitch helping her there.  Thereafter, she sat beside the others, Mitch sitting on her lap--the whole group then watching the deflowering of Karen Tallwood.
	Karen was coming around, so her hands were tied and a handheld cattle convincer was close at hand.  Laying on her back her legs were opened and Kam fingered her virginity.  The group watched--and waited.
	Kam took his time, fingering and exploring the teen’s cunny, her poon pie was lightly trimmed, she had a gracious mound that was virtually “untouched” save for those times of wiping and washing and inserting a tampon.  Kam licked the girl’s cunt, putting his ass right into Glorina’s face.  She thought for sure she was going to have to lick his hole and/or suck his balls up thru his legs.
	She didn’t though, but she could have…
	Kam “tasted” the young teen’s love entrance, sucking the mound fully into his mouth, nosing through the fine hairs of her poon--drinking in her very essence.  
	Tantalizing her clit Kam nipped it and sucked on it--this brought the girl to begin bucking, sweating, and gushing.  She had come around, was highly confused, but didn’t get overly emotional or cry out in distress.
	Kam licked faster and faster, driving his wicked tongue into her cunny, sliding a finger in her tight funk hole gooied up by Mitch’s cum squirter.  Karen twisted and made small noises of distress.  Kam raised up and came up her body, pressing his manly schlong against her.  The teen’s eyes rolled around and then--
	Pretty heavenly eyes, she gave a quick breath taken away as Kam’s cock entered her.  Her nipples stood out and droplets of sweat began to run all about her nakedness.  Kam’s hardness eased into her, finding her hymen fully intact.  There was brief resistance and then…

	A slow and steady fuck with dire determination.  Karen wriggled underneath, slowly becoming acutely aware of her predicament.  But she didn’t fret so, she seemed only minorly concerned and somewhat frightened.  All of Kam’s manliness didn’t fit, not yet.  He was content with half of his seven inch dong, it erupted nicely and gave the girl more lubrication.  
	Karen’s own panties were used to clean her broken cunny as well as Kam’s soiled schlong.  By the time Kam had gotten his nut, Mitch was hard again.  Happily the boy obliged and stuffed Karen’s twat for a long five minute fuck.
	Kam took a shower.
	When done, Karen was secured hand and foot and left be.  Kam made lunch, checked security, and took note of a curiosity.
That’s a big pussy!
	Hundreds of horrendous smells and odors there were, deciphering what was what was near impossible as they were all on a major scale of hugeness and overpowering.  He couldn’t believe his luck.  He knew to tread lightly or be tread upon!
	It was best to slink.  He was in a new world, a BIG new world.  It could be worse--but Forrest really didn’t see how.  Slowly he crept along the stone wall until coming to a room.  The great wooden door was open and inside was a woman.  Naked.  On a bed.  On her hands and knees, ass up, face down--legs open revealing unto the slinking puny human Forrest Finch the BIGGEST and HAIRIEST pussy he had ever seen.
	“Now that’s a big pussy!” he declared.
	And then, a HUGE man filled the scene.  He, too, was nude, HUGE, and hairy.  To the nude woman’s ass the huge hairy man smacked with his hand.  He chuckled as the woman took the blow and twisted.  The huge nude giant’s cock was immense and hung near to the floor.  He himself was close to ten feet tall!
	The spanking of the giant’s wench continued, it would have been intriguing to say the least had it not been frighteningly disturbing, too.  Forrest was in fear for his life--a quality he did not care for.
	After the swatting of the wench’s ass, the giant schlepped his salami to the wench’s ass, beating his massive fuck stick against the woman’s thighs before poking his way into her dirt chute.
	Although it was the perfect time to flee, Forrest was somehow captivated and watched as the butt humping went into full bore.  As the giant fucked, he smacked the wench’s ass; his massive hairy balls schlepped along in a furious rhythm.  The wench he fucked began to freak out, she thrashed about in some apparent agony as the monstrous schlong of the giant began to grow and fully become inserted into her ass.
	Suddenly, though, the giant turned his head.  His hips continued to pump just as vigorously but his attention was diverted--outside of the room.
	Forrest froze.  This was not good.
	And it was to only get worse.
	With the low light level in the dingy hall, and Forrest himself covered in refuse, he felt himself basically concealed.  The giant fucker continued fucking his wench, but had slowed his pace.  He scratched at his huge hairy ass, ran his tongue inside his mouth/jaw, squinted his eyes and then took in a big drink of air.
	That was definitely not good.
	“Oh shit.” exclaimed Forrest to himself, “I read this in a book one time.”
	Clinging to the wall Forrest began to slowly creep along to the hole in the wall he had come out of.  Just then, just out of eyesight of the fucking giant, another giant appeared.
	A dog.
	 A GIANT dog, a breed of which was unfamiliar to Forrest, but it had short black hair with a mix of brown splotches.  No tail, sharp pointy ears, two large coal black eyes, and a lot of teeth.
	The creature strolled in in near-like slow motion, head down, sniffing and growling. 
	“Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch.”
	Then, Forrest was grabbed at the shoulders and jerked UPwards. 	

	“My name’s Gwenolynn.” 
	She was pretty, even prettier if she were clean.  She wore a burlap dress, no shoes, hair was somewhat unkempt and a dirty blond.  But she was pretty regardless.  Forrest stood dumbfounded but thankful of the rescue.  There were others who had come to Forrest’s rescue, all taking him in as he had been the newest newcomber in months.
	High up in the wall in the cracks and crevices there was access to the inside of the manor walls, Forrest learned that the giant fucker was Dirk, it was his manor of which they all dwelled, 
	“And the woman?” Forrest had to ask.
	“Gertie, Gertrude.” replied one of the others who had swung down to rescue Forrest from becoming dog chow.
	A manor.  A manor with a GIANT residing within as well as a dog and the giant’s wench.  It was bombastically mind challenging to be sure.  Astounding and confounding.
	And the little people, er, that is to say the regular folk who lived in the walls--regular humans from the Birth World of Forrest’s--they had been in the giant’s home a long-long-long time.  Generations with a few Outsiders wandering in now and then.  Most were captured by the giant who put them in a dungeon, sold them to his friends, or simply gave them to his dog for a “special” treat.
	It was hard living “in the walls.”  Scrounging for food and existence.  Those Outsiders who had come could not remember how to get back to where it had been they had come.  
	Forrest told them that it really would do no good, the “Doors” were One Way.  To get out of the world they were in they would have to find a Door that went out.
	Forrest was welcomed into the collection of humans.  He met with the leader of the group, an old man who had once lived in Pittsburgh.  There, too, was at least one human who did not like Forrest, he did not like any Outsider and regarded them as troublemakers.
	The In the Wall Folk had a lair of which they made their home.  They were a clutch of about forty.  At times their numbers had swelled to almost sixty and seventy.  And they had been as low as sixteen.  There were two other clutches of humans, one was deep underground in the giant’s cellar area, the other was just on the other side of the manor by a swamp.
	There was not to do but settle in and become a member of the In the Wall Folk.  Gwendolynn had a shine for him, Forrest was okay with that…

How can I fuck you, let me hump the ways…
	He just wasn’t sure, was he being molested (which he wouldn’t mind) or was it a part of his delusional state of being?  And it always seemed that he had to go to the bathroom right at the apex of the pain meds soothing him.  And, it was Momma Dalton who always seemed to be around at that particular time.  The pain meds had him so doped he could just barely remember.
 	In the bathroom, he was nude.  It was late evening as he could see out the one window that it was so.  The bathroom had an old style white porcelain tub that had seen lots of baths.  A toilet and sink in a cabinet.  A plain bathroom, a linen stand, trash basket.  A plain ordinary bathroom.
	Mother Dalton rubbed his ass as he was positioned at the toilet.  She held his member with her other hand, working it till it began to “stiffen.”  the flood gates opened, though, and he began to gusher a long hard steady stream of pee.
	He also farted.
	He couldn’t help it, it just “slipped out.” he was relatively sure that Momma Dalton had heard her girls fart, her husband, and her herself.  
	After the peeing, Momma Dalton used some toilet paper to wipe clean the head of his penis.  She then continued to stroke it.  Austin thought that it would probably be best to “put on”, in that he should make like he was really-really still in a drug-induced state of being.
	Olivia Dalton’s “handiwork” on his cock became more and more enticing; she squeezed his member, then his nuggets, then worked his pud into a hard frenzy.  Drugged up, though, Austin was unable to utilize his special unique gift firmly attached to his chest.  He couldn’t concentrate hard enough to convey his wishes (desires).
	Then, something unbelievable happened.  Again, though, Austin wasn’t rightly certain for sure if it actually happened, he dreamed it, he fantasized it, or what; but, Momma Dalton scooted down and Austin couldn’t remember when or how or what--but Olivia “Momma” Dalton was nude herself!
	She lay down gently pulling the heavily medicated Austin onto her.  She herself guided his willy into her cunny, hands on his ass and without a word conveyed the act to fuck.
	Austin did.
	Olivia’s cunt was not tight--she had popped out three kids and got doinked on a semi regular basis--so Austin thought and figured.  Her titties were lovely things, supple, round, not as saggy as most and had lovely perky nipples.  Austin sucked on them and Olivia moaned.
	The fuck was pretty good, Olivia seemed to get as much enjoyment out of the deal as did Austin.  Austin did the best he could, pumping and pumping until finally the pivotal moment came and he did.  It seemed like a torrent of hot gooey love cream.  Austin was no longer in control of his fuck and pumped righteously until he was well spent.  Thereafter he lay on the woman and that was all he could remember.
	He nextly awoke in his bed…

	Warm Spring/Summer breezes drifted in thru the open window.  How long had it been since the encounter with the bear?  He didn’t know.  Time was once more meaningless to Austin.  He felt that he was getting better, that was a plus.
	Another plus was the youngest Dalton paying him a visit.
	Elizabeth Marie Dalton, she was twelve and damned cute.  She had very red flaming red hair.  It was long and hard to manage and there was a lot of it.  She had a lot of freckles, too.  Her body was developing and Austin liked her.  
	“Undo your pants.” he asked, this after securing from her the info of Who was in the house and about.  No one.  The Momma was off to the store and other errands and the other two girls off on their own--boyfriends & getting laid.  The Daddy Dalton was delivering an order of wood.
	Speaking of wood--Austin had one.  He flogged it as soon as he was relatively sure for certain that Elizabeth was under his “spell.”  With his lightly spoken whispered command, “undo your pants, let them fall” received and carried out--Austin was sure.
	Baggy rust colored pants the girl wore, she was barefooted and wore a sleeveless top.  She also wore a bra, a small one as she was destined to be a member of the infamous IttyBittyTittyCommittee.
	Slowly he got her to nude stage.  Barely did the girl have any fur on her poon; she was a virgin, too.  He got the girl to sit on him, his cock nestled right between her lovely young moundful “lips.”
	Austin clamped his hands on the girl’s ass, he really wanted to sink his cock into her, but busting her cherry she would notice.  For the moment he was somewhat satisfied with merely running his hand all over her nude body.  Slowly, though, he eased her up, raising her hips just so so as to be able to begin poking her asshole with his hard throbbing cock.
	The hole surprisingly was giving and the girl barely made a face as Austin slid his pole into her backdoor.  Slowly he began to pump, it felt good.  He was still curious--damn curious, if he had actually fucked the girl’s mother or what?
	After unleashing his pent up load of hot love cream, he wondered how it was that ‘Lizbeth was not so virginal up the butt?  Did she have a boyfriend poking her?  Was she sodomizing herself with produce, a bed post, or something other?
	After pulling his pud from her funk hole, Austin and Elizabeth moved to the hall bathroom where he washed his cock and ‘Lizbeth perched herself on the toilet.  He had begun to feel better, much better.  After washing his schlong, he peed in the sink--forgetting that he could have merely whizzed down ‘Lizbeth’s chest.  
	He paused a moment to marvel at the nude girl, he figured that eventually he would be tagging her snatch--it was only a matter of time.   Then, feeling gutsy, he maneuvered himself and ‘Lizbeth down the stairs to the living room area.
	No one was home.
	Leaning the youngest girl over the stuffed arm of a well worn sofa, Austin eased into her backdoor.  It wasn’t as tight as he and thought--or desired.  But it was pleasing just the same.  He stuffed it and pumped it.  Elizabeth took the doinking with only an occasional grunt.  When he was done, he left he girl be, laying naked on the sofa.  He himself strolled about the first floor of the 2-story home in the buff.
	He didn’t know where he was, he barely knew WHO he was.  He hoped that he could sometime eventually return to Forrest.  He missed Forrest.  He liked Forrest--liked?
	No, it was stronger than that.  
	Love?
	Love.
	Austin wasn’t sure.  He didn’t understand the full concept of “love.”  Maybe it wasn’t LOVE but fondness.  Yeah.  He was FOND of Forrest.  He liked being with the man, he was treated well, not talked down to, appreciated, and everything.  
	The sex between them was good, too.
	The Dalton home was a good one, nothing too frilly or ostentatious.  There was an upright piano that had seen better days, a couple of bibles on end tables, an old fashioned 1930s radio, no TV.  The house was clean and orderly, so there were no little kids about.
	The kitchen was big and open with a large picnic table covered with a something like a decorative sheet.  Austin walked all over, not really snooping just looking around.  It felt good to move around, too, laying in the bed for however long he had lain there was too much.
	He stood at the door, which was opened but there was a screen door.  Outside was a small yard partly fenced with a short white fence.  A lovely open porch that spanned the width of the front of the house; flowers, swings, and chairs decorated the porch.  A veggie garden was to one side, a tool/garden shed to the other.  A great barn was nearby, chickens could be heard and a moo-moo cow mooed.
	There were two cats chasing one another, birds chirped in the huge trees surrounding the place.  There, too, was a wood mill, small operation.  Austin sighed, fondled himself, and felt that he could be at home there--if Forrest was with him.
	So captivated was Austin with the serenity of the homestead that he almost failed to hear the truck coming.  The family work truck.  With Daddy Dalton driving.
	Austin nearly stumbled backwards and was up to the first landing of the stairs when he realized-- ‘Lizbeth!
	It was a maddening dash to grab the girl and hustle her up the stairs and race her into her clothes.  Her asshole was cummy but oh well. 
	Once in his bed he “released” the girl from his spell.
	Elizabeth nearly toppled over, shook her head and “awoke” being very confused.  She leaned and nearly fell onto the bed, she rubbed her ass and fingered her pussy.  She almost freaked when her Daddy called her.
	She gave Austin a long look, but he lay still with an arm over his face, and a “woody” between his legs.  The girl smoothed her hands over her front and then dashed away to the call of her pa.

	Ever have one of those incredible stretches?  One where your toes curl, the hair on your head stands out, your body twists, and you get a cramp in your legs?
	It happened to Austin.
	He didn’t know if he dropped off to sleep right after Elizabeth’s departure, or what.  But he awoke, the house seemed still and quiet, and the need to “stretch” became something to do.  So he did.
	When the cramp came to his left leg he was in some kind of agony.  His foot began to curl backwards towards his butt.  It was very painful.  Austin quickly got out of bed and stood on his curling foot and straightened out his cramping leg.
	With that done, he needed to pee.
	With no one apparently about he slowly crept to the door, peered into the hall, listened, then crept across the hall to the bathroom.
	While peeing he heard a noise.
	A familiar noise.
	After peeing he peered out the window over the bathtub.
	There was a smoke house and a woodshed, there was a retaining wall at the two sheds and a place between where firewood was stored for immediate use.  Bent over with her hands to her knees was Elizabeth, her pants and panties and her ankles, cheeks spread, and her Daddy smacking her with a belt!
	Hmmmm
	Elizabeth made yelps as her tender skin was smacked, her ass was already the color of vine ripened tomatoes that were growing in the vegetable garden.  The belt lashed her at the back of her thighs, too.  Austn wondered what she had done to deserve the beating.
	Then, the beating stopped.  Daddy Dalton dropped the belt--and his pants!  Out of his boxers came his cock, it was hard and he worked it a moment before stuffing it into his daughter’s asshole!
	Ahhhhh
	Austin wondered if the other girls got doinked in the ass, too?
	Daddy Dalton pumped Liz’beth’s ass for sometime before unloading his Daddy love cream.  He pumped fast and furiously during the final throws, Elizabeth clinging to her knees for dear life.  She had stopped crying (from the beating) and was just “taking it.”
	Elizabeth remained stooped over while her Daddy “recovered.”  She rubbed her searing ass, cum oozed out of her hole and down her legs.  Daddy Dalton rubbed his daughter’s ass, fondled his balls then tucked his cock back into his pants.
	The ordeal was over and Elizabeth pulled up her clothes.
	The two hugged and then there seemed to be a conversation of some type between the two.  The fiery redhead nodded her sweet head (that she understood?) and the two returned to the house.  Austin didn’t flush the toidy and scooted quickly back to the bed.
	Was Elizabeth the only one he was doinking up the butt?
	Austin was curious.  Damn curious.

The Sidekick
	He looked nervous.  Too nervous.  He looked out of place, too; thin build, too tanned, sport’s coat/jacket with a blue no-collar shirt, and jeans.  His haircut was too neat and he was definitely not from “around here.”  He was in the company of three young girls; one about ten, another at around seven, and a younger one at about five.  The five year old he carried and her face was mostly “obscured” by a sun hat and large whimsical kiddie glasses.
	Hurriedly the man scooted his “family” out to a medium sized RV.  He paused as he checked about his area for security reasons.  Which was always a good thing.  Lots of security peoples were about, in the days that were the days were trying and security abounded ten-fold.
	But with a busy day as it was, the nervous man shut the door behind him and soon his RV was off.  Kam fired up his own rig and followed.  Not too close, but within eyesight.

	At an interstate rest stop the two RVs came to rest.	  It had been hours since leaving the town behind then.  Kam had not yet concluded a decision if whether or not he would actually deliver his intended “cargo.”  Chief Sitting Eagle would not be pissed about it and would understand. 
	At the rest stop, Kam pulled in alongside the RV of interest.  The odd man eased out with two of his three girls, they struck off to play while the odd man in the sport’s coat no dress shirt milled about continuing to be “nervous.”
	Also at the rest park were other families, some security known (visible and otherwise incognito), and such as the like like that there.  Kids, too.  Kids of all ages; young, old, just right.
	Kam sized up the man of curious interest; he tried desperately NOT to look at the lovely children running amok in the play area.  Well, he tried not to be NOTICED NOT to be caught looking.  There were police officers from various factions of law enforcement, some wore uniforms and some did not--those were the ones incognito I was telling you about…
	The man of curious interest watched mostly his own children, Kam wondered if there was a “missus” in the RV of the man of curious interest, tending to the youngest girl?
	The seven year old came running to her man-of-curious-interest daddy.  He hugged her and patted her rump and Kam watched tentatively for anything of stronger interest.  There was a sleight of hand movement to his crotch--making an adjustment or something other?
	Curiosity was too much for him and slowly he made his way to the table where the man-of-curious-interest sat.  His young daughter had scurried away to play with the kids-of-curious-interest.
	Kam had feeling about the man, a security issue there was that made Kam linger and pause--but then that damnedable curiosity got the better of him.
	“Nice kids.” Kam sat sitting at the edge of the picnic table’s bench.  Kam didn’t specify WHICH kids he was referring too…
	“Yeah, they are.” and the man-of-curious-interest didn’t reply to which kids he was on about, either.  But it was guessed he was referring to his own.  But that would be just a guess.
	Kam took a gamble; “That one especially.”
	The man-of-curious-interest looked to the intended and nodded with an approving head nod and facial expression, “Yeah, definitely.”
	The “intended” was a girl about 12/13 years young, long lovely blond hair, blue eyes, healthy set of bouncing breasts, and a super tight ass clad in a rust colored pair of super tight jeans.  She played with some kids throwing plastic discs and colored balls.
	Kam noted the man-of-curious-interest licking his lips.  Was he imaging the girl naked, sitting on his lap, his face?  Kam noted, too, the man nonchalantly on the sly rubbing himself.  The man soon became fidgety, anxious.  The yearning was there, Kam could see it in his body actions and face.
	Scooting closer Kam whispered, “I’d like to see her in a bathing suit.”
	The man-of-curious-interest nodded, he was sweating, batting his eyes and when the girl-of-interest fell down playing with some young boys and girl, her legs went up and gave the two horndog men at the table a reason to live--crotch shot.
	The man-of-curious-interest turned away looking out to the parking lot, he couldn’t take it any more--nor could he walk.
	“Stan Bishop.” Kam said to the man reaching out in handshake offering.
	D-Dan--uh, Dennis, Denny Ren--Ratten.” he offered a sweaty handshake in return along with severe nervousness.
	“We may have something in common.” Kam said.
	Dan, Dennis, Denny, whoever he was waited.  He certainly was strange, not too tanned but tanned enough.  Kam sized him up again, closer, seeing no wedding ring but a college ring in its place.  He was well groomed, the jacket was a designer jacket--and not cheap.  Dress shoes, a dress “undershirt” and jeans.
	He was a “coast” boy, not a Midwest boy, and by the tan, Kam guessed West Coast, one of the more trendier cities--San Fran, one of the jillion seaside cities of Los Angeles, San Diego, etc.
	Then, one of the Dan-Dennis-Denny’s kids ran up to him, the seven year old again.  She was a cutey.  They hugged and kissed on the lips, she showed him part of a lizard she had found.  Part of.  Ewewewe
	It was during the Show & Tell that Kam noted the hair braids the girl wore at her temples.  They lit up!  But it seemed more than just the simple kiddie electronic wizardry popular in shoes and such.  Faking leaning over to tie his shoes, Kam took a quick but close look at the braid.
	A diode emitter.  Kam was familiar with those.  
	He smiled and re-tied his shoe.  When the little girl ran off to find the other half of the lizard, Kam said to the man-of-curious-interest,
	“Would you like to take a walk?”

*

	Behind the rest stops bathrooms and shelter area was the trash/garbage site.  Roadway crews deposited the highway’s liter in the staging area	of the garbage depository.  Huge dumpsters were milled about, some in brick enclosures.
	“Danny” was most impressed with Kam’s verbal ability, directing the Intended Target to “go to the bathroom”.  and when she neared the side entrance to her particular bathroom, she was “re-directed” to go along the side and out to the garbage area.
	Danny had wood.
	And up close and personal with the girl between he and Kam, Danny had “seepage.”
	Time was not on their side, if the girl didn’t make a re-appearance soon to her friends/family, security would get involved and that would be bad.  Kam lifted up the girl’s shirt.  Danny was too perplexed, awed, and hard to help out.
	The girl’s rust colored jeans were undone and pulled down just so, just so as to reveal her red panties.  Danny melted.  He rubbed himself, eyes fluttered, face in dire agony (of lustful want.)
	Kam slipped his hand inside the girl’s panty as he stood behind her, fingering the teen’s cunny before sliding the panty down.  Voices and radio traffic stopped any further advancement of the teen being molested.  Danny had a look of being seriously petrified.  Kam calmed him, redressed the girl, and waited.
	Security personnel came in sight, Kam, Danny, and “Hanna” hunkered down in the piles of refuse.  It wasn’t pleasant but beat being seen, arrested, and etc.
	Other voices could be heard, “Hanna!  Hanna!” voices calling for the missing teenager.
	Kam thought, and thought, and then thought some more.  The options were not many and not too sound, either.  He knew he could “sway” a few of the security people, but not all of them--and only about 2-3 at a time, the security personnel at the rest area were growing in numbers.
	“Time to move.” Kam said.  But only HE was moving, Danny and Hanna were to remained hunkered down in the orange colored bags of rubbage.  Kam himself was going for his ride.
	
	Danny’s girls looked anxious and worried, looking for their missing father.  Kam had no time to stop and talk to them, he strolled along to his RV, walking naturally and looking to the people who were hurriedly chatting with the law enforcement people and scouring the grounds for the missing teenager.
	It was going to be close.
	Kam saw a patrol car block the exit.  That was not good.
	Four state troopers then began pecking on RV doors and the doors of the interstate truckers and passenger vehicles.  Kam tapped his fingers together, it was going to be tight.

	Kam tossed a large bag of rubbage into a dumpster, a state trooper with one hand on his pistol, the other on the button of his two-way radio approached.
	“Good afternoon, sir.” the trooper said.  
	Kam nodded, wiped his hands and looked curious, “What’s going on?”
	“We’ve got a missing child in the area.” replied the officer.
	Kam shook his head, “Will this ever stop?” he said almost angrily.
	“It’s the way of the world nowadays.” said the officer, but he still hadn’t removed his hand(s) from their places.
	“I need to have a look inside your rig.” the cop said.
	“No, you don’t, you already have and it’s clean.”
	“I don’t need to look into your rig, sir, I already have and it’s clean.”
	Mind Taps, lovely things, huh?

**

	Three hours later down the same interstate, Kam pulled into a truck stop.  Danny behind him followed and parked alongside.  All the windows of the RV that could be secured were--which was all of them.  Danny arrived at the door, anxious as ever.
	“Your kids alright?” Kam asked curiously.
	“Oh, they’re fine,” answered Danny, “they’re asleep.”
	Kam smiled and led the way to the living room area.
	Hanna said mesmerized on the sofa, hands and feet tied for her safety.  	“Her mind’s in lockdown.” Kam supplied Danny.  He showed the curious-man-of-interest his Mind Tapping Device.  Danny nodded his head, he had one similar.  Similar.
	“Let’s get to it.” Kam said, he stood Hanna up and though security was no longer a strong issue, he took his time undressing the early teen, depositing her clothes one at a time.  Danny was totally in awe, smiling, and hard.
	Back down on the sofa the girl was positioned, her feet and hands untied and her panties the last garment to be removed.  Kam held her legs up straight and let Danny remove the red undies.
	A beautiful poon there was awaiting them.  Both horndog men stared at the perfectly shaped “pie.”  it was virginal, trimmed, blond, and lovely to behold.
	Danny looked to Kam--a question of “who gets to tag her” first was on his mind.  Kam didn’t move but held the girl’s legs up, opening them.  Danny was embarrassed about having sex with a girl while another dude was present.  
	Kam unflopped his cock and while still holding one of the teen’s legs, kneed himself up against the girl on the sofa, stuffing her mouth with his schlong.  Danny stared in some awe, enlightened awe.  Kam worked the girl’s head back and forth not abashed about doing so with a “dude” present.
	Danny unfurled his own schlong, working his jeans and boxers down just so, the gliding his cock up and down the teen’s cunny.  It was enough, he wasn’t even penetrating the virgin cunny and he was in sexual bliss.  The teen girl showed no sign of “coming around”, Kam continued working his tool in her mouth, new friend Danny Rennat broke her cunny’s entrance and began to strongly fuck her.

	Danny’s girls sat/lay on the sofa of his RV, it was smaller than Kam’s, but it was still a good one in size.  The girls were in a “stun” mode/mood.  Their hair pieces emitting sonic tones that mickied their minds, enabled their father to “control” them.  
	The control was limited to “suggestions” and “commands”.  After a time the kids became conditioned and accepted their new commands (and way of life.)
	Danny’s kids:  Stephanie and Michelle.  Stephanie was ten years young, Michelle was a lovely seven years.  And like Kam’s RV, there was a partition separating the rear situated bedroom from the rest of the otherwise open RV.  
	“Didn’t you have another?” Kam curiously inquired.
	Danny gulped.  He had a secret.  A moment was needed to help clear Danny’s mind; Kam he had witnessed out and out kidnap the teenager, Hanna.  The girl had been whisked away in Kam’s RV, then later on stripped of her clothing, dignity, and virginity.  The two men took turns shagging her, sodomizing her, spanking her, and creaming off into her mouth.
	Danny nodded, gulped, sweated, and moved to the partition.
	On a queen size bed was the one missing girl, and some boys.
	The little girl was Anna.
	The little boys were friends of Michelle.  Cole, Gavin, and Han Lee.
	Cole and Han Lee were Michelle’s age, Gavin was a year younger but almost seven.  It seems as though young Michelle was in a club, a special “SEEEEE-CRET” club, of which she blabbed to her older sister and Dad.  When Cole, Gavin, and Han Lee found out, they kicked her out of the club.
	Michelle’s Dad (Danny) felt awful for finding out about the Secret Club and felt responsible and tried to find a way to make it up to her as well as get her back into the club.
	There was a way.	
	One afternoon, Danny called the boys over.  Strangely, they obliged.
	Up in Michelle’s room the boys defiantly were opposed to her rejoining the Secret Club--until Daddy Danny offered something that would perhaps “sway” the boys.  Turning Michelle around and leaning her against the foot of her bed, Danny lowered the girl’s pants.
	Cole, Han Lee, and Gavin were mesmerized.  They stood with mouths agape and eyes wide.  Being seven years young they were somewhat immature, but they weren’t dead.  Cole was from a very well-to-do family, he dressed in the bestest clothes, was very well groomed, spoke well and went to a private school.  Han Lee was a Chinese boy, very friendly and outgoing and attended Michelle’s school--a public school.  Gavin was a black boy; friendly, adventurous and curious.
	None of the boys had sisters.  Gavin had two older brothers and one younger one.  Han Lee had older brothers only.  The boys had seen girls in dresses, skirts, and short-skirts.  Bathing suits, Daisy Dukes, barely there clothing and such as the like.  The boys were just on the very early beginnings of “taking notice” of girls.
	They took a strong notice as Michelle stood clad in her green tinted panties.   Danny smoothed his hand over the young girl’s rump, totally captivating the three young potential horndog boys.
	Dull captivation occurred when those green tinted undies were pushed DOWN…
	Each boy got to put his hand on Michelle’s tushy.  Each boy thereafter got to give Michelle a smack, a hand smack to the ass for her “blabbing” about the “secret club.”  
	Then, Michelle was turned around and the boys were bombastically captivated--none had ever seen a girl naked.  At a mere seven years young, young Michelle didn’t have a whole lot to offer; her bald poon was soft, supple, alluring, and delicious.  Each boy got to KISS Michelle’s poon.  Each got to fully gaze upon the poon; Michelle was sat upon the very foot of the bed, legs raised back so the gawking boys could get the full effect.
	Thereafter it was easy to convince the young lads to strip off their clothes and “press themselves” against Michelle’s nudity.  Each giddy boy eagerly pressed his hard boyish schlong against the bald poon, with very little effort there was some penetration.
	With the boys happily engaged immorally with Michelle, one by one they were “adorned” with temple attachments.  It was then easier to deal with them to convey verbal suggestions that were in essence commands.  Danny spent a lot of time with each boy rewiring their mind makeup; forgetting their families and friends and only believing that he, Danny, was their daddy, Michelle and Stephanie their sisters.
	Of course, Han Lee and Gavin kinda-sorta stood out.  But…

	And Anna?
	Oh, yeah, Anna Krebs.  Danny had acquired her at a rest stop prior to the shopping center (where Kam first saw Danny the nervous man of curious interest.)  She was a cutey and had been “lost” from her parents, left behind by accident by her large family.  Danny took the child in, consoled her, assured her that he’d return her to her family, and then adorned her temples with the mind altering hardware.
	He hadn’t had much time/chance to “do anything” to the young tyke, he was nervous.  When he had parked at the shopping center, he DID do a quickie, laying the child down and sliding her panties down.  Lightly he fingered her very virgin cunny, then kissed and sucked on it until he was about to pop.  Luckily, he had two precious young’uns by the name of Stephanie and Michelle.
	And the three boys, too.
	There was no “mother” in the family, she had died when Michelle had been but a mere infant.  Raising two girls alone in a perverted world was tough.  The bathing times, changing, buying clothes, underwear, kids having “accidents”, itches, boils, and so on.
	Being located not far from that place were up and coming nerds made their living with “silicon”, a couple of hi-tech electronic industries in the neighborhood, and some top notch universities in the area--acquiring electronic mind altering gadgets was not too tough.  Danny himself worked at one of the area universities and being a nerd-in-training and being a bit of a brain--he was able to score some easily missed electronics.
	It took awhile and there were failures along with success in his quest to achieve a low key mind altering device.  Just something to numb the mind so as he could dink with it.
	Many of the university faculty members and student population had defenses against mind intruding intrusions--so mickying with someone on staff or other was questionable.  That left the only guinea pigs available, his children--who were the intended targets anyways.  (and their little friends…)
	Danny mostly had a boner of love for girls, young girls, girls up to the early teens.  He had no clear cut lust for any particular child or age.  He loved them all and desired to get his cock off on anyone.
	After getting the “attachments” to Stephanie and Michelle, he easily got them to go NUDE around the house and accept their father as going like so as well.  He also got them to sit nude on his nude lap, to play with his cock, suck him off, drink down his cum, and spread the legs and cheeks for him.
	They slept in the nude together most nights and the girls were well schooled on a daily basis to keep the activities at their house to themselves.
	To Stephanie at the mere age of ten he had only recently began anal entry with his cock.  To her poon she was still virginal--save for being fingered and tongued (on a daily basis.)
	Young Michelle got the same treatment.
	Both girls had “friends” who came over, had sleepovers and Daddy Danny enjoyed affecting them, too.  It was dreams of sexual fantasy cum true.  
	With school out for the season, Danny bought an RV and headed out for “adventure.”  at the rest stop where he acquired Anna, he’s adventure had begun.
	In his RV, after easing Anna’s panties down, Danny was in an earnest horny	state of being.  Luckily, his cocksucking daughters were close at hand and he stuffed their mouths full of his cock.  When he was about to cum he withdrew and emptied his tool splooge onto Anna’s cunt.  He then coaxed Stephanie and Michelle down on the girl to lick her clean.
	Thereafter it was time to shop and look around for OTHER potential targets of opportunity.  Of course, he was a nervous fella--his doings were illegal and immoral and the times were trying with security forces so ardently in place.
	He knew there were security measures seen and unseen and it was wise to be very cautious and wary of what one was doing when one was doing naughty things.  Danny had no intention of becoming some monkey’s “bitch” wife in the state pen.
	Even with Kam’s amazing mind tech abilities, Danny was still apprehensive.  Which was good, kept one on their toes…

	Cole Franklin.  At a mere seven years young he was quite the handsome fart.  Blond haired, blue eyed, groomed to a tee as well as mannered.  He was also lily white (under all his clothes.)  Danny had had not the time to do much with the boys--just dinking with their minds.  He bathed them, bathed WITH them, and seriously fondled them.  His ultimate goal was to be somewhere really-really safe and go up their ass.
	There, too, was the desire to see the boys fucking his girls--breaking them in so to speak.  Danny had a serious desire for wanting to shove his fuck stick into a girl.  Age mattered not but there were hang-ups.  
	Kam fondled Cole, tugged on his little tally, then helped himself to sucking it.  Soon the boy’s legs were opened and Kam poked the boy’s virgin pooter.  Danny worked his own organ, he was still mostly dressed, he had lost the jacket but kept the dress tee-shirt on.  His pants were down but his boxers still in place, his manly-daddy dong out and hard.
	To both his girls had told them to undress--and with no hesitation they did.  Danny admired the two and licked his lips in anticipation.  Cole groaned and grunted and his young virgin poop chute was breeched.

	Gavin was not as tight and thru mind meddling, an older brother was poking him a time or two.  Danny had stuffed his daughter Stephanie’s mouth and worked himself into a frenzy while new friend Kam sodomized the token black boy.  When cum in torrents filled both Stephanie’s mouth and Gavin’s asshole, the two men took a break.  
	Kam brought young Michelle across his lap, fondling her ass and desiring to shag her most definitely.  He knew that the group he had in his RV would delight Danny, the new potential sidekick.  
	Danny seemed mesmerized as Kam put his tongue into the little girl, Anna.  The tongue delved into the child’s five year old snatch, fingers plunged into her tight asshole and soon the man’s cum squirter was resting on the child’s pussy--humping.
	It took a moment or two before ejaculation.  When he did, Danny coaxed Stephanie to lick the cream from Anna’s cunt while Michelle got the task of sucking clean Kam’s cock.
	Danny stroked himself and pressed his manhood against Stephanie’s ass--which soon led him to seriously poking her hole.  Many times he had done so, lubing her anus with his juices, spittle, and a generous supply of petroleum jelly.  
	The men enjoyed themselves--and then there was the knock on the door
	“This is the police!  Open up!”
	Oh shit…