August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Chapter 36
7 Blooms

Detours
	It wasn’t exactly what he thought it would be, then again—he had no clear idea WHAT it would be like.  A parallel universe?  It seemed implausible and totally unbelievable; but with the green tornadoes, special deformities, mythical creatures suddenly appearing in modern day times, and a divorced black woman running for president, anything was possible.
	New comer to the New World John Kommer ushered his wife, Debbie; daughter, Kayla, and son, Kyle into the cave.  The New World was hot, hot as hell.  Even if he could have gotten the family RV into the New World, the New World was a little rugged for any traveling.  He saw no signs of life—which was in a sense not a bad thing as at least a dozen minotaurs had descended upon them at their campsite.
	Minotaurs.  It was unbelievable.  They were HUGE!  Bull-like heads, incredible beefy bodies, and had Blood Lust in their eyes.  All over the world they were “appearing”, green tornadoes that sucked victims to God only knew where were appearing all over the planet, too.  The government agencies—the ones John Kommer subscribed to, insisted that the situation was under control and that the citizens should continue their usual routines.
	The situation was NOT under control; true, minotaur sightings had dropped off significantly and green tornadoes also had dropped in number.  But that didn’t mean they weren’t still around.  John and his family had only seen the minotaurs and green tornadoes on the newscasts.  And with weeks of no local sightings John decided to take the government up on their suggestion—return to normal routines.
	Sitting in the cave looking out into the desolate bleakness, John had misgivings about “routine.”  Sure, he figured, the minotaurs could have just as likely appeared in his neighborhood, at his workplace, at his kids’ school.  But he couldn’t help regretting his hurried decision about taking the family on an outing.
	Scarcely had he purchased the 30-foot RV than did the world begin to go to hell in a handbasket.  Tornadoes, minotaurs, spacial anomalies, and parallel universes all began occurring thwarting John’s desire to take his family to special places and be a loving family.
	He sighed.  It was hot.  Barely had he been able to grab a few things to sustain them as the minotaurs came into the camp area.  Other families had fallen victim to the murderous creatures.  John scurried his family into the woods and barely noticed the “sudden” change in landscape.  There was a basic understanding of what had happened, scientists all over the globe discussed and explained that unseen/unknown “doors” were suddenly appearing; they were accesses to the Parallel Universe.  
	‘Couldn’t be some place like Tahiti or Hawaii…’ John scoffed to himself, ‘some fucking place as close to Hell as possible.’  He guessed it could have been worse, but he couldn’t really see how.
	There were priorities to consider, he had satisfied one already—the safety of his family.  They were safe.  Sort of.  They had a bag of food & water, but it wouldn’t last.  They had shelter.  They had each other.  They had time.
	Lots of time.

	When evening came upon them, John ventured out to take a look around before it got totally dark.  Some distance away he saw light.  He didn’t know if it was a good thing or what but it was worth consideration considering.  With the exactness of the “distance” involved lots of thought would have to be involved.  He knew for sure that there was no taking the family during the daylight hours.  And traipsing across unknown terrain during darkness wasn’t so swift an idea, either.
	The best hours were just before sunrise and just before sunset.  But John didn’t care to get his family caught out in the unfriendly looking desert in the heat of the encroaching day.  But something would have to happen.  Just after entering the New World John had tried to see if he could “go back.”  Not that he really wanted to, but he wanted to know if it was possible.
	It wasn’t.
	In the cave, his family waited.
	A million thoughts John had; some were good, some were not so, some were jumbled.  The family had some water and ate some trail mix, and as the heat of the day became more and more prominent the family as a whole began peeling out of their clothing.
	Just to their undies.
	John fondled the medallion he wore about his neck...

	“Debbie, slide off your panties and bra.”
	Thirty-five year old sweating Debbie complied.  Her composure had changed a little but John noted not as much as she did when they were in the sanctity/safety of their air conditioned home.  But she still complied so John was happy.
	Children Kayla and Kyle complied as well when they were commanded to “take off  your underwear.” Of course, in the blistering uncomfortable heat it was a no-brainer for wee children to be okay with the stripping down to skin.  But for the mother and father of said children it could be frowned upon.
	But by who?
	John with his shoulders against the so-so cave wall shucked his hot jeans and underwear, opened his legs and began masturbating.  Debbie and the children sat on their knees somewhat oblivious.
	“Come ‘ere, Sweetkins.” he said.
	“Sweetkins” was his pet name for his first born, Kayla.  The naked nine year old scooted over and was brought onto her father’s lap.  It was actually too hot to “fool” around much, but John Kommer was one who never passed up an opportunity…
	Debbie remained still, perched on her knees.  There was no reaction as “Sweetkins” straddled her nude father’s lap.  The Daddy Dong mostly rock hard glided up and down Kayla’s cunt, pressing against her sweaty asshole.  John concentrated despite the heat and began making gentle headway—as he had done so before.

	A warm Summer’s day, all was not so right in the world—minotaurs, green tornadoes, vortexes, parallel universes, a black divorced woman from Mississippi running for president—and WINNING.  But in the Kommer house, all was good.  
	All was better with the medallion disk his brother had given to him.  His brother had gotten the item from a “place unknown.”  He was some years older than John and the proverbial “black sheep” of the family; not one to bow down to traditional concepts of acquiring a family, a real job, a home, etc.  John’s bro was an adventurer, explorer, and often times disappeared for days, weeks, months, and years at a time.
	When he finally did make a return he came with gifts and stories of where he had been.  However, on his last return visit he was mum and barely spoke.  He had few gifts for the kids and mostly kept to himself.

	When at last he opened up his story was one of fantastic bullshit.  That was until the minotaur sightings became a daily news broadcast.  Green tornadoes laying down and sucking the life off of the landscape.  Vortexes opening up everyone around the world opening up the realization that there WERE other worlds within the Birth World.
	John’s brother, Joel, was gone again one morning.  Which was not unusual.  He spoke of finding true love in the Parallel world, a cat creature.  There, too, in the Parallel world were other creatures—good and evil.  Ancient cultures from the Birth World were there as well; peoples and whole societies that had gone suddenly “missing” were in the “other” world. 
	Joel left behind a gift, a gift for his brother.  The instructions were simple, “You now have the ability to have anyone do anything you want.”
	The medallion was simple, heavy lead with a concaved backing.  On the face were symbols, four of them at the 12-3-6-9 points of a clock.  What the symbols were was unknown and not mentioned in Joel’s brief note.  The top symbol was the Activator.  The symbol at the Three o’clock position was the Communicator.  The Six o’clock symbol position was the Subduer.
	The Nine o’clock position was brief “Forget.”
	For a week or so John studied the gift.  He figured in essence that it was similar to those Mind Altering Devices in the daily news.  But the one his brother had given him was not at all like the ones in the news, the Gift Medallion was non-sophisticated.  How it worked was a pure mystery.  How and Why.
	One morning after his children had gone to school and Debbie off doing errands and to work herself, unemployed John decided to finally give the “artifact” a try.  His brother Joel had indicated in his note that that was what the medallion was, an artifact from the New World.
	Next door nosey neighbor Angela Pinsky trimmed her roses on the side yard.  She was a dish.  A nosey dish of whom if anyone wanted to spread gossip and/or hear some, simply see Angela Pinsky.  She was in her thirties but truth be known she was in her forties.  She knew everyone’s business, and if she didn’t—she’d make one up!
	Angela clipped the roses, wearing a light Summer’s dress that he could just see thru.  John sat in the breakfast nook pretending to read the paper.  With one hand he fondled the curvature of the medallion, licked his lips and pressed his thumb to the symbol at the Twelve o’clock position.
	There was a dull red glow.

	John sighed.  He gulped and peeked just a bit over the edge of his paper, Angela was up on her back porch pruning the hanging flowers.  He gulped again as she was stretching the woman’s stance allowed him excellent viewing of what he wanted to view excellently!
	Pursing his lips and feeling a tremendous anxiety looming within him, John depressed the second symbol.  Then, according to the note, “Speak you desire, you have command.” It was just as described on the news about the numerous Minding devices.
	“Uh, uhm, er, uh, An-Angela--”
	The woman suddenly paused and looked around as if someone had called her name.  She was divorced, her husband of twelve years dumping her for a hot hottie of whom he worked for and ran off with the company’s money.  
	“An-Angela—pull-pull up your dress.”
	Angela looked around, leaning out over the railing of the porch, cocking her head to and fro.
	It wasn’t working.
	Perhaps he needed to be closer?
	Very-very carefully John eased out of the chair and scooted to the kitchen area.  At the side window that was open John once more commanded, “Angela, pull up your dress!”
	This time, Angela straightened up, was frozen for a moment with a curious look upon her face, cocked her head and then—
	Pulled up her dress.
	John nearly fainted.
	Holy shit.  He had a minding device.
	But with the one he had, it was not electronic, apparently, so it could not be so easily detected like the mind altering devices the authorities and scientists searched for with the mind altering device finders.
	John looked out the window.  Angela stood holding her light pink checkerboard dress up still, revealing a nice pair of white-pinkish brief panties.  
	“Angela, take your--”
	He paused and slipped out the backdoor—he had to do this in person.

	Thru the side gate between the backyard properties John scooted, making sure no one was about who could see.  But with heavy foliage and trees, shrubs, and fencing, he was relatively obscured.  As he came up to the porch he took note of the woman remaining very still and unaware of his presence.  

 	He knew that the woman had a thing for him, but he knew, too, that she had a “thing” for every man on the block!  She was envious of all the married women and wanted to take to bed all the married men to prove to the marrieds that their men were scum.  She was also horny.
	So was John.
	John directed the brunette to release her dress (so it would once more conceal her goods) and enter her house.  John followed.  Angela was further directed to her bedroom.
	“Angela, remove your dress.”  
	John watched with panting breath as the voluptuous 40-something woman stripped to her undergarments.  He wondered if he could touch—really touch her?  If she were under the “spell” of the medallion, he figured he could simply tie her up, blindfold her, have his way and leave her.  He had done such a thing a time or two before—one was the girlfriend of his wife even!
	Just how “subdued” was the victim anyway?
	Using a large handkerchief John blindfolded Angela, then tied her hands with her bra.  Turning her around he noted that he had indeed “touched” her, but he had in mind another kind of touch…

	Placing her nakedness on the bed John was amazed that the woman still was oblivious to him.  Opening her legs he admired her dark brown bush, then went down on it.  Her poon pie was neatly trimmed and smelled strangely of roses.  (He found in her panties rose petals later on.)
	 After some minutes of enjoying his fantasy of eating out Angela Pinsky’s pussy, he laid his pipe to it.  She had not had dick in a long time, six months.  He imagined that she probably masturbated, fucked a candle or wine bottle.  John stuffed the woman’s cunny and enjoyed several minutes of pure ecstasy.  Pure.
	After giving the woman a good doinking, he suckled on her bodacious 36Cs while his cock settled down.  He saw in his mind his wife and Angela 69ing.  The imagery helped revitalize his cock and he plowed the woman once more, undoing her hands and blindfold.
	John also had another fantasy—one of which would have to wait until 3:15 PM.  That was when the kiddies came home from school.  But until then, he screwed Angela.  When his cock had grown weary of shooting love into her poon, he rolled her over, spread her cheeks, and filled her super tight backdoor with equal amounts of liquid love.

	At 2:30 he showered.  After drying and redressing and finding Angela still naked on her bed still in a “zombie state of being”, he dressed her.  He didn’t bother to clean her up or anything, but he dressed her and then moved her back to the porch.  Sitting her down he left her—but returned to push her soaked panties to her knees, then ankles.  He opened her legs and placed her fingers to her fuckable fucked cunt, then scurried to his home.  At the kitchen window he thumbed the final symbol, Forget.  Then, he deactivated the medallion and the “subject” became herself.

	To say the least Angela was not herself.  John could hardly keep from laughing out loud as the confused stricken woman found herself in an unusual state.  She freaked, panicked, and fled into her house, but not before falling out of her chair while she freaked out.
	(later on she would have called the police claiming that someone had used one of those Minding Devices on her.  It complicated John’s life as Investigators combed the neighborhood, using very sophisticated devices in search of illegal sophisticated devices.  They also went door-to-door conducting surveys and being nosey.
	Unemployed John got the visit, several times as the investigators were thorough and repetitive.  But John merely smiled, answered their questions, and sent them on their way—the “forget” symbol coming in very handily.
	Anyways, 3:15 that fateful first day of discovering the joys of having a minding device, young whippersnappers Kayla and Kyle came home.  John didn’t know if he could do two at a time.  Joel’s note had not mentioned the ability to do “multiples.”
	As the kiddies headed for the kitchen for their snacks, “Stop!” John said “activating” the medallion.
	Quick as a wink Kayla and Kyle came to an abrupt halt in their pursuit of snacks.
	“Kayla, come here.” he said.
	Obediently as she usually was, nine year old Kayla turned and came to her loving daddy.  Kayla was a lovely child, lovely—brown hair in pig tails, beautiful brown eyes, a sweet face.  At nine she was just beginning to “sprout.”  She wore a simple blue top with a daisy flower on the front.  Not-to-tight jeans, too.
	John wavered his hand before her face as he had done so to Angela when putting his bone to her.  And as with Angela, no reaction from Kayla.  That was good.  John went to his knees licking his lips and eyeing his daughter.  Long had it been his secret desires.  

When she had been a mere toddler and he had had the tasks of cleaning her, bathing her, wiping her—he had unnatural desires.  Thankfully he had a giving wife—she didn’t give head or take it in the backdoor, but her pussy was one of those Snapping Pussies!
	As Kayla grew John struggled, as a toddler she pranced mostly in the nude.  As she became five years young she pranced in her panties.  As she became a little older those special viewing times were nil, she had grown a little modest.
	With hands on her hips, he caressed her, drawing her into him.
	No reaction detected.
	“T-take your pants down, Sweetkins.”
	And to his surprise, and delight, “Sweetkins” Kayla undone her jeans and tugged them down.  Slowly he embraced her; which he did often.  Slowly he caressed her ass; of which he did often, too.  Slowly he slipped his hand down inside her panties; which he didn’t get to do (with her knowing.)
	Squeezing cool ass flesh of his young daughter thrilled him beyond belief.  He moaned and slipped a finger down her cute butt crack, touching her warm hole.  Looking into his child’s face he saw no reaction whatsoever.
	Trembling and fumbling John stood undoing his pants and getting them, then whipping out his hot throbbing (and aching) manhood.  Although it had given its all to Angela, it was still ready and capable for more.  He stroked it and stroked while standing right in front of his child.
	Kayla remained perfectly still, as did son Kyle still standing where he had been Stopped.  John pressed his hardness against Kayla’s face and mouth, guiding his erection into her mouth; with one hand on the back of her head he worked her into giving him a blowjob.
	He felt the stirrings of an orgasm but he was “empty.”  The feeling was just as good, though.  He squatted again before his child, sliding her purple panties down and taking a long gander at her cunny.  He then pressed his mouth against hers, snaking his tongue into her mouth.

	On the sofa Kayla lay with her shoulders at the back cushion, her bare butt on the edge of the sitting cushion.  She was nude.  Her legs were up onto her daddy’s shoulders while her daddy noshed on her delicious virgin cunny.  The desire to fuck her was great but he held off.  She was too young and he didn’t want to hurt her.  After having his fill of licking out her cunny he placed his throbbing dong against her bald cunny and humped.

	A large mess of “mess” was spilled onto his child’s cunny.  John breathed hard and continued to hump to get every last ounce of orgasmic bliss possible.  He then suckled on his child’s nipples, opened her legs and diddled a finger in the fresh spilled spunk.
	“Son, Kyle, come ‘ere.” he called to his second born.  The generally happy-go-lucky six year old bounded over but it was clear to his dad that the boy was not the same—he was like his sister—oblivious.
	“Take off your clothes, son, like you’re getting ready to take a bath.”
	Kyle obeyed—better than he normally done when asked/told to get ready for bathtime or bed.
	John’s johnny had emptied all it could, it was softening up and still tingled, still tingled him.  He took a long look at his nude daughter, how long he had waited…
	With his son naked beside him John caressed the boy’s ass.  Another desire fulfilled.  He closed his eyes as his hands made small circles about the boy’s bare bum; tenderly he tugged on the lad’s pud, cupped the hairless nuggets and found himself brimming with another hard-on!

	The next load of Daddy Spunk was spilled onto his son’s nads; a goodly amount was ejaculated onto the boy’s rim but most anointed his very hairless testes as he lay nude beside his sister, his ankles secured up in the air while his loving father unloaded liquid love onto him.
	It was four o’clock, not much time left.  John humped against his son’s sex, then held him, squeezed him and yearned for when he could do more to him.  The medallion was going to open up so much for him…
	Despite the time crunch he took his time cleaning up his children.  His mind was still in a blur about the entire medallion thing anyways.  Was that all there was to it?  Where exactly had the medallion come from?  What was its original purpose?
	He cleared his mind and cleaned his children, dressed them, then put them back where they had last been.  He then pressed the Nine o’clock symbol “Forget” and then deactivated the medallion.
	Kayla and Kyle were none the wiser.  Kayla realized the time lapse, but shined it on, had her snack and happily went to her room.  John awaited for his wife…

	In the days that followed, John’s family was transformed.  At the drop of a hat John had them as he desired.  He took his time, though; not wanting to chance it, foul it up, and lose a good thing.  He also continued his romps with next door neighbor, Angela.

	And when Angela’s fifteen year old niece came for a visit, John was in pure glory.  Pure.  He found the girl was NOT a virgin—in any hole.  John had it made.  His desire, though, were still for his own family.  But with a “device” such as he had the possibilities were endless—endless.
	One day of note he was watching television.  Daughter Kayla was suddenly seen and he called for her.  They had a conversation (about school, teachers, the fate of the world, etc.) and after a hug, hand holding, John rested his hand on her butt.  He was very muchly absorbed with his child, she was growing into a very fuckable wonder.  
	Touching his special object (no, the other one) he had Kayla strip off her shirt and pants.  He enjoyed greatly to see her in her panties only.  After fishing out his cock he had his precious Sweetkins squeeze it and then “go down on it” for a wondrous enjoyable suck.
	John filled Kayla’s mouth, working her head expertly up and down his hardened shaft, then pulling out to rub all over her sweet face.  The explosive orgasm was upon him, he held off the tide and had Kayla stand and roll down her panties.
	He paused a moment before doing anything else, just taking his naked child in.  ‘It doesn’t get any better than this!’ He commented to himself.  Coaxing his naked child onto him he grinded his manhood against her fuckable cunny.  The arms of his daddy chair he pushed down to give him more room.  He worked his own clothes down, hands cupping his child’s ass and deftly grinding against her sex.
	Debbie and son Kyle were in the kitchen, John heard their banter and he called for them.  As soon as they appeared at the open arch doorway he had the wife strip to her skin.  Son Kyle followed suit.  Then, while John continued humping against the lovely snatch of his nine year old daughter, thirty-five year old wife Debbie “went down on” son Kyle.
	John was in glory.  He squeezed Kayla’s ass and continued grinding.
	Though son Kyle was a mere six years old, he did get a stiffy.  His mother was an excellent sucker, John had been “schooling” her, training her to be more servicing.  When Kyle was as stiff as possible, John had Debbie lay down and “spread” her legs.  Kyle then was directed to “mount” her and grind his cock against her.  Soon the boy was “in” the pussy that bore him.
	The head of John’s Johnson was in Kayla’s quim…
	Debbie clung to her nude son’s butt; the boy happily humping away as he had been taught.  Most nights he slept in the raw and had been taught how to fuck his bed.  He had been taught “other” things, too.  

	With Kayla so young and small framed, total vaginal penetration was difficult.  The most John could manage was the head of his dick.  He didn’t want to hurt her so he had to take his time in breaking her in.  And due to the size of his cock in comparison to his daughter’s poon, it really wouldn’t be he who would be doing the “breaking in.”
	There were dildos from the local porn shop, small diameter candles, various small pussy hole vegetables to be had and they worked well enough, but where was the joy in that?  One small 6-inch dildo he used a couple of times on Kayla’s quim, a small candle and a small zucchini, but the joy was simply having his son Kyle mount and fuck her.  It was a natural.
	With the medallion getting the kids to submit was easy.  And the more often he got them to do his desires, the more it became a natural part of their daily life.  Kayla sucked her brother almost on her own.  Kayla and Kyle going about the house nude was accepted—by the kids as well as their mother.  And lately, John and Debbie, too, had been going nude with them.
	John squirted his love cream onto Kayla’s cunt.  He deeply kissed her, squeezing her body to him as his ejaculate oozed onto her cunny.  He dreamed of the day he could spread her legs and fully insert his manhood.  As his naughty passion subsided he eased Kayla off of him and directed his good wife to come to him, to suck him, to clean up his cream soiling his cock.
	Kayla laid out on the floor as she was directed to do so with Kyle slurping on the girl’s cunny, cleaning her up.  When the deed was done the boy lay on his sister and entered her for a goodly little fuck.  It was a major turn on for John and he filled his wife’s mouth with his love stick.  When the explosive orgasmic surges began to surge he quickly got his wife onto his lap and his cock embedded fully into her cock pleasing cunt.
	Days later he had his family in the family RV to “get away from it all.”  Being lost in a New World was not exactly what he had in mind…

*

I Fuck, therefore I Cum
	Just how far away the “lights” that had been seen were was unknown.  Visibility was pretty good and on such flat appearing terrain the distance could be as many as fifty miles or so.  A decision had to be made—travel at night as quickly as possible, stay in the cave and hope for the best.  John also had to consider to go alone, but leaving his family behind distressed him.  But something had to be done.  So, as soon as the temperature was not searing, John was off.  Alone.

	He didn’t go far when he discovered that the landscape was not as flat as thought.  There were gulleys, washouts, and uneven terrain all around.  Topping the hill just a few miles from the cave where his family was John saw trees.  Green leafy trees.  Just a few but it was a sign, a sure sign, that there was water nearby.
	And there sure was.
	John climbed up a mound of scorching sandstone to overlook a large refreshing pond.  And it was occupied.  A young adult woman lay out on the small beach that surrounded the pond while a young boy about Kyle’s age fucked her.  Beside them a young adult male received a hummer from a girl about Kayla’s age while he fingered another girl’s asshole as she was on her hands and knees straddling his face.
	There were backpacks and a small campfire.  
	John eased back down to the flat land.  He could very easily “overwhelm” the group, but he didn’t think he needed to.  He then eased back up the burning mound of rocks;
	The young adult male was no repositioned, on his knees humping the ass of the young girl that had been on his face.  The young adult female sat on her ass fingering her snatch while the young boy that had been fucking her moments earlier laid into the other young girl.	
	John thought of various ways to make his introduction when something else did.  A large crack of thunder, a brilliant burst of light followed by a thunderous eruption of intense thunder.  Then, an object flew across the darkening sky in a brilliant streak of multiple colors. Then, another series of thunderous eruptions and the “object” disappeared in a fantastic shower of eye damaging light.
	John stood in awe.  It was the most incredible thing he had ever seen, and he had seen five of the Seven Wonders of the World, including the Northern Lights!
	John stood on the flattop of one of the jutting boulders making up the quarry of the pond.  He had been joined by the two young adults.  The children had scurried into the cave.
	“Holy shit,” exclaimed the young adult male, “what fuck was that!?”
	John had no idea, no one did.

	The young adults were Jessie and Jay.  Just friends.  Good friends.  With them were Paul James (PJ) and Nellie, twins.  They were a mere happy eight years old.  There, too, was Wendy.  She was ten.  PJ and Nellie were nephew and niece to Jessie.  Wendy was no relation to no one.  

	Jessie was twenty-four years young, dirty blond hair that was pulled back into a single pony.  She was just under 5’7 inches and very trim.  She was a tomboy who knew her way around junkyards and restoring anything that once had wheels.  She had a tattoo on her right butt cheek, “Devil’s Little Angel.”  Very little got her down, she was happy, knowledgeable about vehicles and vehicle rebuilds, and had a great attitude.
	Her smile was good, too.  Along with her ass and nudity.  Total nudity.  For a few minutes standing on the flattop Jessie had been unawares of her nakedness, stricken was she by what she had seen in the sky.
	Her niece and nephew she had caught “playing” with themselves and each other—that special kind of playing brothers and sisters most often did privately.  Unlike the kids’ parents, Jessie only encouraged them and gave them the security of her apartment to fool around.  Of course, Jessie was there to join in.
	Jessie’s friend, Jay, lived in the same apartment complex.  He was a weird bird—well, not weird in the since that he was unusual or strange, repulsive, frightening—he was weird in the since that he was one of those birds who like to keep to himself; he enjoyed porno, grunge and punk music although he didn’t look the part.  
	He also fancied to liking young girls.
	Most of his fancies left him in his apartment jerking off to a nudy magazine.  He had “acquired” panties, stolen from the apartment complex’s laundry room.  He took secret photos of all the young girls, especially those that went swimming at the swimming pool.  
	Jessie knew of Jay’s “desires.”  She was quick to figure it out; from his long eyeing of the half naked kids at the pool, the sweaty kids at the ballpark.  She had even caught him making off with a pair of girl’s panties from the laundry room one night.
	Jessie brought her friend to her apartment.  He was of all things a virgin.  She gave her young friend the best fuck of his life—all night long.  He banged off into her asshole, down her throat, and twice into her coo.  They showered together and 69ed on the bathroom floor before Jay made off to his own apartment.
	He still preferred little girls.
	Jay Zomma worked at a jazz-coffee house, it was frequented by college folk and ilk.  The environment was prime cultivation for Jay, it suited him.  It also provided him with mind altering devices, the natural way.  (pot)

	Jessie liked pot, she didn’t care for any of the harder stuff; nothing up the nose, in the eye, or in the vein.  She and Jay sat naked in her apartment smoking pot and drinking whiskey.  It was by this that Jessie learned of Jay’s desires.  It was by this that she fulfilled Jay’s desires by letting him have a go with her niece.
	The niece was a good egg, and the nephew was along, too.  Jay was in glory—to watch the young Nellie strip off her clothes.  Nellie’s brother, PJ, stripped to the skin himself—which was alright with Jay, he liked little boys, too.  (but girls moreso!)
	With Nellie and her brother nude, Jessie got them to fuck.  This was a turn-on for Jay, the kids laid out on the floor with Nellie on her back.  Her brother went down on her, munching on her pussy as he had done so since they were kids!  Nellie giggled and thrashed about as her brother tickled her from her cunny where he munched her.
	Jay and Jessie stripped to their skin and watched; PJ soon crawled onto his sister, guiding into her sex his eight year old schlong.  They commenced to fucking and Jay was very pleased.
	Jay was pleased even moreso when after the “fucking” Jessie sucked on Jay’s protruding schlong and then Nellie did likewise.  (while Nellie sucked Jay Jessie sucked PJ!)

	But as much as Nellie was good; she sucked, let him in her ass, up against her pussy as well as in, Jay desired one of his own.  Though Nellie was “broken-in” by her brother’s pud pounding, her poon was still too young and tight to fully accept Jay’s cock.  Jay determined to get a girl a little older.  He decided against a girl twelve or so, one between nine and ten would be good.  Ten preferable.
	And he did/
	Jay had a battleship gray VW micro bus.  It fit in with his job place and general persona.  Tooting around town in his bus he saw lots of Possibles.  But without a minding device of some kind he was kinda out of luck on Acquisition.
	So, Out and Out kidnapping it would have to be.  Of course, not without at least a LITTLE help.  

	At a small pizzeria anchored at one end of a mini mall, Jay set his sights on a few Possibles.  To the lee side of the popular hangout for young peoples was a large empty field.  Jay pulled his vehicle to the side and waited.  Waited and watched, and jerked off.

	There were several “choices.”   There were some girls under his Age Requirement Desire, a couple of others were a little older, teenagers already.  He did have a passion for girls in their early teens, but “acquiring” them was even tougher than acquiring those that most fitted his fancy.
	He’d sell his soul for one of those Minding devices.

	The Devil came to Jay in person, in the form of a one Wally Geiss.  No one called him “Wally” or “Geiss” (pronounced “GEESE”, he was known and address simply as “Duke.”  Duke was well known in the area, a man several years older than Jay, he had a reputation—bad guy kind of reputation.  Drug dealer, gun dealer, and then everything else.  He had started out in his criminal life as a simple Numbers runner for the Mob.  As to how Jay and Duke came to be?  Jay unknowingly and unwittingly save the Duke’s life by knocking him out of the way of a Drive-by.  Jay had no idea that a “hit” was on, he had actually stumbled as he was a clumsy fuck.  The Duke, though, thought otherwise and was indebted to the young clumsy fuck.  In the Mob world that meant a great deal.
	However, the Duke’s manner of “repaying” the debt fell in the way of indeed paying Jay Zomma back, but with strings attached.  “Hey, here’s a fifty.” Then, “but would you take this BAG over to Fat Tony’s for me?”  or, “Hey, your joint could use some sprucing up, here’s a kicker (thousand dollars).” Then, “Oh, by the way, could you take this PACKAGE and dump it in a trash can some where in the city and don’t let no one see you do it?”
	Along with a bunch of others.
	After a time, Jay wised up and knew he was being used.  He was the Duke’s pawn.  But, he did get some bills out of the deal(s), his jazz joint was spruced up (he was a part-partner) and no one hassled him.
	One day, the Duke came to Jay and asked for his help.  Jay felt obliged but knew it was supposed to be the other way around.  But it was bad news to piss the Duke off, people had a habit of “disappearing” around the up and coming Mobster for such things.
	The “help” was needed the following day.  Jay showed up at the Duke’s backroom business of a dry cleaning establishment, there were three other young adult men and three women.  The Duke himself puffed on a huge cigar behind his great cherry wood ornate desk.  The three women sat in chairs before the desk and seemed a little frightened.

	“You cant do this!” decreed one of the women.
	“Shad-up!” barked back the Duke.  He blew a huge smoke cloud to the woman who had spoken, cracked his neck and then his knuckles,
	“Gonna ask this one more time, ‘Where’s my money!?’”
	“We don’t know, we don’t know what you’re talking about!” exclaimed the middle woman who was apparently the spokesbitch for the three of them.
	“Fine.” said the Duke with a smile.  He then nodded to his henchmen, “Lefty” and “Digger.”  Two of the men hustled one of the women out of the room and into an adjacent room.  When the woman in the middle protested and started to interfere, the remaining man, “Fitz” pushed her down and opened his jacket, revealing a blunt nosed .38 in its holster.
	“Oh shit!” said the woman.  Both she and the remaining woman knew their situation was grim, dire, and fucked up beyond belief.
	“Listen, people know us, they’ll be looking for us, we’ve--”
	“Shad-up!” barked again the Duke and Big Fitz standing behind her smacked her at the back of her head.  Big Fitz WAS a big man, size 48, 5’9, in excess pounds of a school bus…  
	“Oh sweet Jesus, Mary,” cried the other woman.
	“Where’s my fucking money!?” asked again the Duke.
	The one identified as “Mary” shook her head, “He’s bluffing!  He doesn’t dare do anything to us--”
	Big Fitz took the subtle unseen hint from his Boss and smacked Mary again.  Then the door to the adjacent room opened and the two men from earlier strolled in.
	“She didn’t know nuttin, Boss.” explained one of the men, Lefty.
	“That’s too bad.” smiled the Duke, he gleamed, beamed and nodded; Lefty and Digger took the other end woman, Sherry, out of the room.
	Jay didn’t know exactly what was going on; he hadn’t heard any gunshots.  Mary continued to berate and exclaim and demand—all to naught.  The Duke was unimpressed; he puffed on his cigar, continued to crack his neck and fingers, and wait.
	Minutes later and the door opened, Lefty and Digger came out smiling, zipping up their pants.  Mary’s eyes widened, her mouth dropped.  Her heart sank when a pair of lavender panties was tossed to her.
	“My money?” asked the Duke.
	Mary was unable to speak, she clutched the panties, heaving hard.
 	“My money,” said the Duke, “or you’re next!”

	The Inner City Bus Station, locker #234.  The locker key was at her house on the back porch under a large flower pot.  It was Lefty and Digger who went to make the errand.  Big Fitz took a seat, he was as close to the Duke as anyone in the Duke’s organization.  He tugged on a huge stogie and waited for the call.
	Mary sat in the chair, clutching the underpants of one of her girlfriends who had somehow made off with over a hundred thousand dollars of the Duke’s “laundry” money.
	During the time of waiting for the call, the special door to the “interrogation” room opened and one of the girlfriends tried to crawl out.  The Duke nodded to Jay.  Jay felt ill, his legs numb—he was getting in deep.  He moved to the room and dragged the naked beaten woman back inside.  The first woman, Kellie, lay motionless on the thick carpeted floor.  The room was small, soundproofed, furnished sparsely with large sofas and end tables with lamps.  No other doors or windows.
	When Jay returned to the main room, the Call had come.
	The Duke nodded, smiled, then calmly replaced the handset to the cradle.  He narrowed his eyes and leaned onto his desk, his huge Cuban being switched to the other side of his mouth.
	“Where’s my money?”
	Mary looked as if she had been hit a truck, “I-I told you--”
	“You lied.” said a stoic Duke, “My boys are there but not my money.”
	The Duke cracked his neck; Jay shifted his weight as he stood nervously nearby, Fitz farted.

	In the adjoining room Big Fitz grunted and it sounded like his final death calls.  Thirty-two year old Kellie was before him, sucking his cock while behind her Digger sodomized, spanking her ass with a belt while he did so.  Sherry groaned and whimpered as Digger and Lefty double teamed her.  The Duke held a slightly struggling Mary to her knees, forcing her to watch her friends being fucked and otherwise abused.
	Mary heaved and was not well.  She wept and was basically broken.  She confessed to moving the money, hiding it from the others.  She told of where the money was, the Duke looked to Jay and he was off.
	The money was at former workplace of Mary’s.  Jay had no troubles access the secret panel where the ditty bag was stashed.  He looked in it and sure enough, hundreds of wrapped bills.  A hundred thousand dollars and then some.  It was hard for Jay, he had never SEEN so much dough.  He knew he could live well with that.

	But then again, that meant crossing the Duke.  That wasn’t a wise thing to do.  The Duke was putting an awful lot of trust in him.  If he fucked up—he was fucked; constantly being nervous, looking over his shoulder, wondering when the bullet would come…
	Jay returned to his Mob friend’s private office.  The Duke took a gander inside and smiled.  
	“It’s all there.” Jay said, although he guessed he should have just kept his mouth shut.
	“I trust ya, kid.” smiled Duke.	He closed the bag up and tossed it into a floor safe.  The Mobster than nodded to the interrogation room.  Jay slowly scuffled to it;
	Inside was only Mary.  She was nude and showed signs of having had herself a goodly beating.  Where her friends Sherry and Kellie were was unknown.  Digger, Lefty, and Big Fitz were gone, too.  Behind Jay stepped up the Duke.
	“I saved her for ya.” he whispered.
	What did that mean?
	Then, Oh.

	Getting it with the thirty-something year old woman was okay, Jay fucked her as he didn’t want to get “fucked” by the Duke.  The woman had a tight pussy, that was a plus.  Her face was mussed up, Jay slid his cock into her and drempt up Jessie, her niece, and the girls he had seen at the pizzeria.  The Duke stood behind watching…
	With Jessie, Nellie, and the Possible girls from the pizzeria, Jay got his nut.  Adult gals were okay, but Jay still held to his preference, young’uns!
	Lefty and Digger made an appearance, they were clothed.  Jay didn’t like being naked with other guys.  Lefty and Digger paid Jay little attention; they grabbed Mary and dragged her out of the room.  Jay reached to pick up his clothes when the Duke said, “Leave ‘em.”
	Oh crap.

	The presence of something up his ass other than a turd was disturbing.  He endured the uncomfortable feeling as it was the Duke and no one said No to the Duke.  Jay had had no idea that the Duke was “funny.”  Jay took the Mobster’s schlong, he was pounded and pounded almost relentlessly.  A time or two the man fifteen years old than he “reached” around to give a fondle or two of Jay’s dick.

	Then, the Duke came.  A huge massive orgasm filled Jay’s rectum.  Jay felt the huge cock exploding in his anal tract; Duke grabbed holt of Jay’s hips and pounded.  It hurt.  There was more discomfort than that of which Jay could take.
	But he took it and allowed the man in him to reel.
	The Duke pulled out, smacked his dirty dong onto Jay’s lily white ass cheeks, then Jay heard a bare whispering pant, “turn around.”
	Jay’s stomach twisted.  In his mind he knew what was to come.  He had never in his life sucked cock.  There was a desire to suck on a little boy’s dong, but …
	The Duke was covered in a sheen layer of sex sweat.  The room was slightly dark, cool, and only the hum of the air conditioner making the only sound.  Jay stood on weak knees, his asshole steaming, his stomach twisting.
	Then, the Duke went to his knees and addressed Jay’s cock.
	The images of the girls at the pizzeria, Jessie, her niece, Nellie—filled Jay’s mind and kept his cock hard.  The Duke wrapped his fingers about Jay’s pole and began to stroke it.  Jay was stunned.  He hadn’t counted on that.  But then again, he hadn’t counted on being pounded in the ass, either.
	The Duke kissed the head of Jay’s dick, then ran his tongue about the super sensitive crown before engulfing the entire six inch member.  Jay found himself slightly aroused.  Slightly.  He pumped into the Mobster’s face; the Mobster grabbed up sweaty ass flesh and totally devoured Jay’s manhood.
	Jay finally began to cum.  How much time had passed he didn’t know, a minute—two minutes, three?  He didn’t know and didn’t care.  He wanted to cum and get it over with and get the fuck to his apartment.  
	The Duke drained him, sucked his cock until it was dry and flaccid.  Then there were Jay’s balls to be sucked and fondled.  Though Jessie and Nellie had sucked his cock, Jay felt a distinctive difference in “feeling” and sensation when a dude sucked it.
	“Got something for ya.” Duke said as he stood smacking his lips.  Jay thought, ‘Yeah, a bullet?’ he wouldn’t doubt it.  The Duke went out into the empty office room and opened yet another floor safe.  Jay got the Grand Canyon view of the man stooping over, cock and balls swinging merrily.  Jay was not horny for guy sex, it did nothing for him.
	The Duke returned with a small gift box.  Inside was a “device.”
	Joy!

*
Reminisce of Chapter 23
	“walk forward.”  “stop.”  “turn left.”  “your OTHER left!”  “walk slow.”  “slower.”  “stop.”
	It worked.  Holy shit if it didn’t actually work!  He was stunned.  The realization of the potential of what he had in his hands was unconscionable, inconceivable, and totally un-fucking-believable!
	 After receiving the “gift” Jay went straight home.  The day was warm and there would be several young Possibles at the pool.  It was too overwhelming, though, there were too many—he couldn’t pick just one particular Possible.
	Jessie.  Could he tell Jessie about his Gift?  Should he?  How well would she take the news?  Jokingly they had discussed how their lives would be if one of them had such a device; they could be the world’s greatest bank robbers, assassins, muggers, super heroes of one kind or another.  The power to overwhelm minds was unbelievable—un-fucking-believable.
	Jay sat the rest of the day at his window, watching the Possibles at the pool.  He thought, contemplated, and whacked off.  He fell asleep soon thereafter.
	In the morning light it wasn’t much different; his mind was consumed with all the things he could do with a Minding Device—even if it had limited capabilities.  Jessie was already at work.  Jay showered and buggered his hole.
	He what?
	While showering he finger fucked his funk hole, shoved part of the wash rag into his fucked hole and worked it around a bit.  Being fucked in the ass was a new thing for him, he hadn’t actually quite made up his mind if he liked it or not.  Having his wang sucked was another new thing.  and he feared that the more he hung with the Duke the closer he got to sucking the Mobster’s cock.
	After the shower he sat naked at his breakfast table.  The phone rang.
	It was the Duke.  He requested Jay’s help in something.
	Jay sighed (to himself).  “Sure thing, Duke.  Sure thing.”

	The Duke was on the phone when Jay came in.  He had just seen Digger and Lefty leaving on an “errand”.  They gave him a wink and a nod.  Jay wondered if the Duke doinked them up the butt?  Did the Duke suck their cock, did Lefty and any of his other henchmen gobble on the Duke’s dong?

	Jay waited patiently until the Duke concluded his call.
	“Good to see you!” smiled the cocksucker.  
	Jay shrugged and suddenly felt the urge to pee.  A slight panic swelled within him, ‘what if the Duke sucked him and he peed instead of creamed?’
	The Duke went to the special room, he held the door open and indicated that Jay should enter in.  Semi reluctantly Jay did so.  He was not quite prepared for what happened (would happen) next.
	Inside the semi darkened room were two women.  Young adult women.  Young adult black women.  For awhile, Jay did not know them but soon realized that they were world renown, famous.  They were sisters, one a year older than the other.  Why they were in the Duke’s special room was unknown to Jay, but they were and that was all there was to it.
	Jay’s task was to “strip ‘em.”  The older sib was in her typical tennis outfit, the younger sibling in other attire.  The older sib had bodacious hooters, lots of thick black curly hair in typical braids.  They both were big boned gals, but very athletic.  And in big trouble with the Duke.
	Both girls were slightly to lightly drugged, they may have been affected by a mind altering device, too; Jay didn’t know.  But he preformed his assigned task, stripping their clothes off.  As Jay did so, two things he became aware of; One, the girls showed obvious signs of being under the influence of drugs.  Whether on their own accord or otherwise remained unknown.  Two; Jay was horny.
	Sliding Anna’s panties down from her tennis outfit’s skirt got Jay extremely hard.  He had seen both sisters on the news and such, they were world famous, tennis their game and they were good.  Jay had barely, though, given them much thought in a sexual way.  Their clothing was collected by the Duke who merely tossed the garments into the outer room.  He then shucked his own clothing and stood with a massive rail on.
	Jay felt the subtle “do like me” from the Duke and did likewise.
	As Jay stripped to the skin he felt the Duke’s eyes on him.  Jay sighed, his asshole clenched and the taste of cock & cock cream filled his mouth.  It was only a matter of time, he thought before that notion took place.  But he would deal with it when it came.  When it came.
	With the famous black girls naked, the Duke put them to “famous” positions.  The first of which was for the oldest sister, “Anna” to service him.  It was at that time both girls began to “come around”.  Jay noticed at that time the Duke having a small remote control looking object most befitting that of operating a television or stereo—not a human mind.

	The girls began to wail as they were slowly brought to “knowing” of their surroundings and situation.  The Duke allowed them several minutes to get the gist of their fucked up situation.  Then, smiling, he had Anna come to him and suck him.
	She had sucked cock before.  Jay stood with a major boner raging, Anna’s sister, Shanai, crawled on her hands and knees and received Jay’s lily white cock down her gullet.  She, too, was an avid cocksucker.
	The Duke fucked Anna in the mouth for several minutes, as did Jay.  Then he stopped, popped out his cock and humped the distraught woman’s face.  Anna was a mere 26 while sibling Shanai was 25.  Both looked a little younger than that and that was very appealing.  Very. 
	After face humping Anna, the tennis phenom was directed (via remote control) to lay out on the large sofa.  She complied—she had no choice.  Shanai watched as she continued sucking on Jay’s schlong.  The Duke stuffed Anna’s not-so-tight black box and fucked HARD.  Anna’s legs flailed as did her arms.  She twisted, grunted, and begged.  The Duke paid no heed to her distress and ploughed her pussy until he came.
	Jay had never seen such a hard fuck—and he had watched dozens of pornos!  When the Duke pulled out and away, gobs upon gobs of thick gooey cum there was laden on the frantic Anna’s poon.  She was in oblivion, her sex had been fucked like never before—it was in agony as well as excited.
	“Git over ‘ere!” demanded the Duke.  Timidly, weeping, trembling, Shanai crawled to the Mobster and began cleaning his prick.  Jay worked his cock as he took eye aim at Shanai’s wiggling ass.  The girl choked and gagged on swallowing the massive pecker in her mouth.  The Duke pulled out and skull fucked her, slapped her face then pushed her face into her sister’s cummy cunt.  “Lick it clean!” 
	In sheer fright the girl complied.  As she licked, Jay got the nod from the Duke.  Jay somewhat timidly himself eased up behind Shanai and began poking her backdoor.  To his surprise it was fairly tight.  It could have been virginal.  It was tough going for a bit, but once the crown of his cock had breeched the rim he was in.  Shanai wept but continued licking and cleaning off her sister’s cunt.  Anna lay clenching the sofa cushions trying not to “get off” on being licked out.
	Jay steadied himself as he pumped, the urge to cum early was difficult to curb and he merely thought of the day before having his ass pounded by the Duke.  Though he had not yet tasted the Duke’s cock, the “taste” filled his mouth just the same.  It was only a matter of time.

	Finally Jay could stand it no longer and unleashed a torrent of his personal juices.  “Oh my God!” he uttered aloud as a huge stream of cum jutted DEEP into Shanai’s asshole.  He pumped vigorously and was only mildly aware that the Duke was caressing his ass!
	Holy shit!
	As the tide of ecstasy increased the tempo of his humping, the Duke slipped a finger down between Jay’s cheeks—touching and finger fucking his asshole!  Then, as Jay began to strain to cum his last, the Duke had grabbed up a holt of Jay’s balls and squeezed them.
	Jay was at the limit of what he could take.  But—it was the Duke.  He couldn’t offend the Duke.  No way.
	Suddenly, as the last ounces of cum dribbled out of his piss slit, Jay was once more aghast when the Duke began kissing on his shoulder.
	Holy double fucking shit!

	Anna sat dumbfounded and deeply stunned.  The command filled her mind as she gazed upon her sister’s cum strewn shit hole.  ‘No fucking way!’ was conveyed to the Duke by her, ‘no fucking way!’
	No fucking way was she (Anna) going to go down and lick clean her sister, Shanai’s cum gooey asshole.  No way.
	Yes way.
	Suddenly the older sib began to twitch.  She let out a horrific scream and began to thrash about on the sofa.
	“These are better than bamboo sticks under the fingernails!” commented the Duke.  He pressed more buttons on the control device; Anna thrashed about as if she were having some sort of fit or convulsions or both.
	Shanai begged but was rebuked, as well as slapped,
	“Shad up, bitch,” scoffed the Duke, “or you’ll get the same if not worse!”
	Jay silently wondered about the “worse” part.  What had happened to Mary, Sherry, Kellie?  It was probably best not to know.
	Finally, Anna regained control of himself and complied with the Duke’s command.  She wept, retched, gagged, and heaved; but flicked her tongue to her sister’s glory hole and licked the rim clean.
	When that task was complete, Shanai lay on her back, sister Anna lay on her, pussy to face, pussy to face.  The girls were commanded to lick each other.  Jay got the nod to “service a hole” any hole.  Positioning himself behind the trembling Anna, Jay stuffed the black tennis star’s asshole.  At her head was the Duke, stuffing mouth as well as her sister’s cunt.

*

	Cum was already soiling his underwear.  The girl was beautiful, moreso close up and within his clutches.  Looking around quickly Jay saw no one else, no security cameras, no peoples, no security cameras.  With trembling hands he pulled the young Possible into his van.  Hard pressed was he not to strip her down right then and there.  Somehow he managed to curb himself.
	For some reason he wondered how Jessie would feel about it?  She was no saint herself, having sexual relations with her niece and nephew.  But how would she feel about out and out kidnapping?
	Jay didn’t know.  
	Gently he laid his first acquisition down, her young hands and ankles were tied separately and then together (hog tied).  A blindfold and gag came nextly.  And though there was no time, Jay copped a feel of her ass.  She was about ten or so, lovely honey blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a very sweet face.  Jay’s cock ached for her, he wanted to know what color of panties she had on, what style, were there any “stains.”  Did she have any pubes?  Did she masturbate?  Was she a virgin?  Did she give head?  Was she nasty and/or naughty in any way with anyone?
	His hand rested on her butt, he ached—all over.  Desperately he wanted to jerk her pants down—but no time.  He covered the still stunned ten year old and scurried into drivers and scurried off.

	He had done it.  He couldn’t believe it.  He sat dumbfounded behind an abandoned industrial park area.  The hour was late, the day had been long, his asshole smoldered from the butt fucking he had received the previous night (again.)  In his hand he held an illegal device.  A mind altering device.  It was low key and had very little minding abilities.  Its range was limited, it didn’t have “lasting” imprint power, it required exact concentration from the Sender as well as the Receiver.  All the minding device could do was Tap a mind, stun it just long enough to be receptive to intense basic thought commands—like Stop, Go, Walk, Turn Left, etc.
	Jay could hear the young girl whimpering.  He clenched.  His whole body was tight, the desire lingered in his mind but he couldn’t seem to move.  To his stomach he was sick, it was tight and he felt somewhat ill.
	After and incredible fuck fest with Anna and her sister, the Duke tortured the girls electronically with the Device he had.  Anna passed out from the abuse.  The Duke peed on her, then squatted on her and Jay thought for sure he would crap on her.
	But he didn’t, he merely farted.  He did press his asshole right down onto the woman’s face, though.  He grunted and broke serious wind that was most foul.  It reeked and the unconscious woman was brought back to life!  A buzzer sounded and the Duke nodded to Jay.
	Jay opened the door to the outer room and there was Digger and Lefty.  The two came in, stripped off their clothes, and took their turns with the two women, the Duke and Jay took a break.
	When Anna and Shanai were fucked out, they were horrendously beaten—spanked; on their ass, between their legs (pussy) and to the bottoms of their black feet.  They were forced to suck each other’s titties, French Kiss one another, and lick shit hole after shit hole.
	The girls were basically force fed water, beer, and whiskey.  At length they had to pee.  And they peed on each others face, one sitting perched on the other and unleashing a torrent of recycled liquids.
	Tazers and cattleprods were used, too.  The tazers pressed against their pussies, titties, and ass flesh.  The cattleprods were “inserted” into the assholes and poons.  Lefty fucked Anna’s asshole as a cattleprod was jammed into the woman’s cunt and turned on full effect.
	Digger lay on the floor with Shanai on top of him, his beefsteak jammed deeply into her quivering quim while a cattleprod was jammed into her well lubricated asshole.  When the unit designed to “motivate” cattle was turned on—Digger went ballistic and had the best fuck of his life.
	It was a bit much for Shanai, though.
	When the men had had their fun and then some, Digger and Lefty scooped up the lifeless bodies of the tennis champs and carried them out.  Jay was once more left with the Duke.
	Once more Jay found himself taking it in the ass.  When done, the Duke stood back circle jerking his steaming member.  Jay thought for sure it was time, time to service the up and coming mob boss.  But, the Duke serviced Jay, instead.
	When done with that, the two went nakedly into the outer office to a private bathroom where there was a small shower.  The two showered together, Jay receiving the Duke’s dong up his soaped asshole again, the Duke kissing him on the shoulder—then turned him around…

	The little girl whimpered.  Jay held his breath as he came to her, rolling her onto her back.  He lay on her.  Gently.  His cock was busting out of his pants.  He cooed to the frightened child, he wasn’t going to hurt her, maybe a spank or two.  His mind was in overload.  And again he worried and fretted, how would Jessie feel?

	Slowly he began to grind on the girl, humping on her between her legs.  He was overwhelmed, slowly the power to do bad crept over him and he undone the girl’s top.
	“I’m not going to hurt you.” Jay told the girl, ‘just fuck your brains out.’ he imagined that she was a virgin.  Probably.	Did she suck, take it in the ass?  Did she finger herself?  Did she have any brothers, older-younger?  Had she ever been molested?  Had she seen her daddy naked?  
	Jay found that she wore a simple soft halter and had very small breasts, she was a beginner.  Jay cupped and fingered the small mounds, then placed his mouth onto the bare skin and suckled.  Without much effort Jay slipped the girl’s top and halter off, then opened her legs.  The girl knew what was coming.  Jay already was.
	The girl, Wendy, held her breath as her pants were undone.  Jay held his, too.  His asshole clenched up for some reason, his balls swelled, and bits of spunk filled his underwear.  He tugged Wendy’s jeans down, exposing her lime green panties.  They were very nice, snugged up nice against her young body.  Jay made a moan and then placed his lips to the “mound”.
	She had peed some and was a little musty.  Jay sucked on her mound thru her panties, digging his tongue into the crevice thru the soft cotton panty.  His cock demanded attention and he scooted up onto her, laying his pipe against the girl’s mound and humping until the surge came.
	He made noises as he creamed, most of the goo got onto his shirt, some shot onto the child’s belly and up her chest.  Jay struggled with the demons within him—he gained some control of himself and straddled the frightened girl.  Up her small chest he went dragging his balls as he did so.  When “in range”, he brought the girl’s head up and made her suck on the head of his cock.
	Wendy wasn’t too pleased with cummy cock, it was pressed into her mouth full and she had to suck.  She retched and gagged and Jay pulled out.  His cock was hard and stiff and in an agonizing way.  He needed relief, the kind of relief only found when plugging a hole.
	The demons within him demanded that he rip the girl’s clothes off and fuck her; raise her legs up and stuff her cunt—then force her legs back and jam his rod into her assuredly super tight super virgin asshole.
	Jay pushed the demons back into the dark recesses of his closet desires and slid back down the girl’s body.  He whispered in a bare whisper “I’m sorry.”  whether or not Wendy heard it or not was unclear.
	Down came the green panties, tugging on them from the elastic waistband.  When the top are of her pussy came to be Jay began rolling the panty until the whole area of Wendy’s cunt was revealed.

	She was a virgin.
	“Do you finger it?” Jay asked the stricken-frightened girl.
	For a moment she didn’t know what he was talking about—until her kidnapper ran the back of his finger up and down where she peed from.
	Wendy called out, “Oh God!” at the realization of what was happening.  She breathed hard and wept uncontrollably.  Jay pressed the back of his finger into the soft untouched poon, it had a few hairs coming in and Jay licked the pussy as a whole.
	She had peed, as previously mentioned.  Jay didn’t mind.  He licked the girl’s pussy, engulfing it fully then driving his tongue into the virgin crevice.  
	Penetrating the little girl meant breaking her.  He didn’t really want to hurt her and he knew that she needed to be “broken in.”  his dick was too big for that—but he knew who could!
	He was on his way back to the apartment complex, it was almost midnight—would she be pissed at him waking her up at that late hour?  Her nephew PJ didn’t live with her so he would have to wait until the daytime anyways.  Could he keep Wendy all that time?  Should he?  Would she still be a virgin by the time PJ got to her?  And again, how would Jessie feel?
	Those questions and more would have to wait—sirens, flashing lights, and a jillion law enforcement type vehicles crowded the streets.  Jay ducked down a narrow alley and made a wide-wide detour.  On the radio there was nothing specific about the whyfore of the cop gathering, just typical babble about green tornadoes, the end of the world, and a mall sale.
	Fearing traveling the inner city surface roads Jay ducked to where he could catch the on-ramp to the 294 and go ALL the way around the City to the lee side.  There were backroads that if he stuck to jus the alleys he could scoot into his apartment complex’s parking lot without notice.  He hoped.
	At the crosstown express he was distracted by the whimpering of Wendy and missed the on-ramp.  When making the illegal U-turn the lights of his micro bus passed over a car on the side street to the freeway.  Jay went on to make his turn to the on-ramp and half way into the turn he stopped.  He hit the curb, ran up over it and went back to the street that ran parallel to the highway.  A car there was with its flashers on.  No houses there were nearby, a field behind the sidewalk of overgrown grass and cast off building debris.  The entire area was rundown, junkie—not a good place to break down.  Jay saw two peoples in the car, it was fairly new.  Jay killed the lights of his bus and stepped out.  A young adult female stepped out of the car, “I have mace!” she declared loudly.
	“I have this!” Jay scoffed and zapped her with.

*

	Mandy and Jennifer.  Both nineteen.  Both on their way from a party neither were supposed to be at.  The car was Mandy’s mother’s car and unbeknownst to her it had a problem.  When Mandy “froze” just after her announcement about her having mace, her girlfriend jumped out asking, “Mandy, anything wrong?” to which Jay chortled (to himself) “Nope.” And calmly zapped her, too.
	He then secured them with rope, blindfolds, and placed them into his micro bus.  On the freeway he passed on the off-ramp to 22nd Street that would have led him to the alleys he wanted to get to.  He moved to the middle lane, got behind a big rig and settled in for a couple of hours of driving to the desert.
	Just two miles before the Krammer Intersect was a dirt road that barreled off into the high desert.  Jay slowed his ride down and safely moved from the two lane highway to the one lane dirtway.  He switched off the lights, too—there were no back lights, stop lights, he hadn’t gotten around to fixing them yet and didn’t drive that much at night anyways.
	After almost an hour’s drive he came to a stop at a large mound of boulders.  A secret mine was within.  He stopped and didn’t move for a few minutes, the dust soon settled but the air was still choked with the flying dirt.  The need to pee was great with him but he held off, saving it.  Cracking windows for air and being careful not to step/squash anyone beneath Jay moved about his human cargo.  There were whimpers galore.  
	The windows all had rinkydink hippie style curtains.  They were good enough, though, to block light.  Minutes were needed in securing the curtains, “please let me go.” came the whimpering Wendy.
	“not yet.” replied Jay.  ‘Not yet.’

	With so-so security measures so-so in place, Jay stripped off his clothes.  He was dirty, tired, layered with desert dirt, and his asshole still smoldered from the Duke’s doinking.  After wiping himself down it was time to get down to business.  A large lantern type flashlight was used to illuminate the dark, he smiled down to his captives, they struggled in their bindings and Jay contemplated his next move.
	His first move was simply taking Wendy’s pants AND panties down.  He felt a little safer so far out from town to do so.  He stared a minute or two at the bald beaver—as soon as Jessie’s nephew (PJ) broke that cunny in, Jay was going to break it in himself!

	He then began undoing Mandy’s jeans.
	The girl struggled, thrashed about and wriggled.
	“Settle down!” Jay called out and smacked her ass.
	The nineteen year old fretted.  Jay worked her jeans down and sat back to admire the girl clad in her red panties.  Bikini style.  Very nice.  Very.  He licked his lips and gripped his naked schlong.  She wasn’t a slut but not a virgin, either.  He lay on her, nestling his cock on her sweaty poon.
	“How many times?” he asked of her.
	“What?” quivered the girl.
	“H-how many times—have you been fucked?”
	“Oh my God!” answered the girl, she frantically freaked the fuck out and Jay got no where with any answers.  It was a personal thrill to now the sex life of another; did she finger herself, suck cock, take it in the ass, have sex with a brother, sister, father, aunt, teacher.  Did she like to be spanked.  Did she have sex with her girlfriend?  And so on.
	Jay took the Device he had gotten from the Duke.
	“Tell me the truth,” he said speaking into the mini mic on the device,
	“How many times have you been fucked?”
	This time, the girl didn’t freak, she closed her eyes and breathed hard.  Her lips trembled and she shook her head.  She couldn’t recall exactly.
	“Do you take it up the ass?” Jay asked almost nervously.
	Mandy shook her head quickly to that, “No.”
	“Ever been peed on?”  “Suck cock?”  “Sex with a teacher, brother?”
	“Been spanked and liked it?”  “Molested as a kid?”  “Seen someone else having sex?”  “Want to have sex with a little boy?”
	The last question stunned Mandy.  Her mouth fell open and she struggled to regain herself.  Mandy’s hands and feet were tied still behind her, the gag in her mouth and the blindfold about her eyes had been removed.  Jay tore/removed Mandy’s shirt and freed her breasts from her pinkish bra with a rose clip in the middle.
	He lay on her again, pressing his hardness against her, grinding.
	Down onto Mandy’s nice round mounds Jay pressed his lips, taking the whole swollen nipple into his mouth and sucking as hard as he could—all the while a free hand fondled Mandy’s girlfriend, Jennifer, beside her.  As his cock grew to optimum stiffness and insertion was imminent, Jay worked undoing Jennifer’s blouse. 

	Concentrating on fucking Mandy and undoing Jennifer’s blouse proved to be complicated.  Jay was still latched onto Mandy’s left tit, too.  
	“Roll over.” he told Jennifer.  The timid frightened girl rolled in the direction Jay pushed her.  He then took a moment from humping Mandy to undoing Jennifer’s hands.
	“Take off your shirt.” Jay told her via the Device.
	Jennifer made a face, screwed up her face and wept uncontrollably.  Jay pressed the button that intensified the Command.  It sent along the communication signal a PAIN Infliction Signal, too—something about an ear piercing signal that was most uncomfortable.  
	Needless to say, Jennifer complied and removed her top.
	Jay eased his young manhood into Mandy’s cunt; it was not loose but very cock pleasingly snug.  Jennifer wept but not as much as she had at first.  Mandy had no emotions.  Jay eased himself fully into Mandy’s twat telling Jennifer to take her pants and underwear to her bound ankles.
	Jennifer held fast a few seconds but the Device forced her to comply.
	Jay began a steady bout of fucking Mandy as Jennifer slid her clothes down.  He liked.  He liked a lot.  Watching a girl undress normal clothes slowly was a major turn on for Jay.  Girls who wore slutty underwear, g-strings, and other non-regular panty garments turned him off.  When Jennifer had complied, Jay simply had her “turn over.”  Jay then settled into a glorious long lasting fuck of Mandy—all the while rubbing Jennifer’s ass.

	Jennifer’s ass was nice.  Perfectly shaped, smooth, and cool to his touch.  The girl heaved and wept some as he caressed, Jay told the girl to “open your cheeks”.  She did so.  Jay worked his fingers in between the cheeks and began poking the hole.	
	Turning his head to the other side of Mandy he rested his eyes on Wendy.  His cock swelled inside Mandy’s cunt, Wendy’s nakedness was good, a lovely skin tone, bald unfucked poon…
	Mandy moaned and tried to stifle it as Jay’s fucking cock suddenly “touched” a sensitive nerve.  Her ass tightened and she began to strongly try to hold off enjoying herself.
	Jay for sure was enjoying himself.
	After cumming, he virtually collapsed onto Mandy’s heaving sweaty body.  His cock continued surging within her cunny and would so for a while.  He smooched on Mandy’s mouth, as he did when making love to Jessie.  Mandy, however, was not too receptive.

	Jay sat back, his cock pulsed and ejaculated small bits of cum.  Wendy had seen the sex act take place, she drew up her legs in a low frantic—which was okay with Jay, it gave him a new viewing of the girl’s wares.  He had Jennifer pooch her hips/ass up.  For a long while he stared at the pooched butt—noting the ass, asshole, and well trimmed pussy.  
	Jennifer arched her back as her kidnapper’s lips touched her cheeks.
	The kidnapper’s lips and tongue delved into the crack of those cheeks, too.  Jennifer buried her face into a blanket and wept uncontrollably.  The kidnapper pried her cheeks as wide as possible and tongue her crack and hole to his delight.  When he had grown tired of such, he sat back still admiring the girl’s ass.  Then a thought came to him.  He smiled.  Yeah, he wanted to stuff that hole with more than his tongue and fingers and he had a way of which to do it.
	A familiar way.

	With Jennifer on top of her best friend, Jay was elated.  Just like back in the Duke’s private room, two women face-to-pussy; face-to-pussy was a joy for him.  For no reason, no reason at all, Jay smacked Jennifer’s ass.  He tensed up all over as much as Jennifer did.  Then he smacked it again and had Mandy underneath smack the flesh of her friend, too.
	Then, while Mandy sucked on Jennifer’s snatch and Jennifer noshing on Mandy’s—Jay slipped himself into Jennifer’s tight funk hole.  It took a little time as the hole was super tight and his cock not so super strong (stiff).  He merely had to look upon Wendy’s nude body and use the Minding Device on her,
	“open your legs.”  “wider.”  “finger yourself.”  “raise your legs up.”
	Jay’s cock stiffed up nicely and into Jennifer’s corn chute he drove.
	Wendy blubbered and Jay sodomized.

	When Jay’s cum rivered out of Jennifer’s poop chute, he had Mandy lick the hole clean.  The Duke would be proud of him.    Rivers of sweat drenched Jay’s nude body, the interior of the micro bus reeked.  He took the risk and cracked some windows.  Noting the moon’s light was pretty decent he turned off the lantern light and let his eyes adjust.  Then, back to it!
	His cock needed some time to recover, happily he watched Jennifer munch on her best friend’s cunt.  All the while he took in the calmed Wendy.  She was calm so long as she wasn’t “touched.”  When Jay laid a hand on her to rub on her chest or move down to her most holy of holies, she wept.

	Jay let her weep.  She was going to have a lot more to weep about before it was over.  He stroked himself, watched Jennifer lick Mandy’s cunt, watched Mandy tense up as she strove hard to resist cumming, and lightly caressed Wendy’s nearly nude body.
	When stiff enough, Jay stuffed Mandy’s cunt.  He plunged all the way and fucked vigorously for several minutes, then pulled out and stuffed Jennifer’s mouth.  A hot wad of cum gushed into Jennifer’s mouth, Jay pulled out quickly and crammed himself back into Mandy and fucked vigorously again until his love juice was totally expelled.
	Then he had Jen suck his cock; his sweaty—hairy cummy balls and Mandy’s cum drenched cunt.  Wendy had fallen asleep.  The moon had become brighter, the desert night air a bit more chilled.  His energy was near depleted—which was perfect timing for his demons.
	Like the victims in his micro bus, Jay Zomma was no longer in control of himself.  He dragged out of the bus Mandy, dragging her into the secretive passage in the rocks to where there was an “L” shape tunnel ending to where there was a vertical shaft going down into an abyss.  Putrid smells permeated the rocks and sand and everything.  There were mining debris scattered all about the sand and rocky floor.
	“Push the bitch in!” the Demon said.
	“No!” shouted back.
	“She will bring you down, they all will!”
	“Shut up!”
	“Push her in!”
	“No.”
	“She will turn you in, you will go to prison.  Push her in!”
	“I-I cant.  I-I wont.”
	“You will.”
	“No!”
	There was a pause.  Then the rocks and mining scene changed—Jay stared at his fish tank on his desk, his messy cluttered room.  His bedroom door suddenly opened and there was his dad—belt in hand.
	“Boy,” grumbled the towering half drunk man, “git yer ass to that bed!”  
	Jay clenched up, mostly his ass and couldn’t move.  His dad grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him to the bed.  “Git ‘em down, boy!” barked the man smacking the belt to his own leg.
	Jay trembled but fumbled with undoing his pants and pushing them down.  He then leaned against his bed and waited.  His towering pissed off dad stepped up behind him and smacked his ass with the belt.

	The sting hurt but Jay struggled against it.
	“Gonna spout yer fuckin’ mouth off to me again?” bellowed the man.
	Jay said nothing.
	“Answer me, you little shit!” and the belt smacked Jay’s bottom   
	Jay didn’t answer—which of course only pissed off his bastard of a dad more.  The smack came, ten times as hard as the previous.  Jay couldn’t help it and let out a yelp.  His dad scoffed and jerked down the boy’s underwear, then using his brutish strength pushed the boy down onto the bed—the preceding smacks to his bare ass and thighs were intense and left Jay with forever markings.
	When the beatings had stopped Jay lay curled on the floor.  When the darkness of the day had come he crawled into his closet.
	“Push her in!”
	“NO!” Jay stumbled back.
	The Demon grew enraged, its hideous form filled the interior of the miner’s rock cave, blotting out the very top fifty feet above where the rocks just barely touch.
	“PUSH HER IN!”
	“I wont!  I-I wont!” Jay lay trembling on the floor, he screamed and cursed, then ran screaming out into the bleak desert.

**

	“I gotta pee.”
	It was an hour before dawn.  The day was still cool, but that wouldn’t last long, not in the desert areas anyways.  Carefully Jay guided the metallic battleship gray 1968 micro VW Bus off the desert highway.  There was no traffic.  Not even a jack rabbit.  Behind him young Wendy twisted and pressed her legs together.  Jay sighed and got out, going to the twin opening doors at the side and pulling the child out.
	He was still infatuated with her, he had some minor regret about her destiny and what had happened to her so far.  But he couldn’t do anything about that, he had gone too far.  
	Wendy crossed her legs and seemed to be in some agony.
	“Settle down.” Jay said to her.
	“I gotta go!” she explained.  Her pants were up, her top replaced.  For security’s sake her hands had been re-bound behind her.  Jay unfastened her pants and pulled them down.  A red tailed hawk screeched nearby, fluttering down onto a deadwood snag tree.  Wendy looked, too, but she was still in agony.

	Jay tugged the girl’s lime panties down.  He’s eyes locked onto her cunny.  The desire was there, strong as ever, but somehow curbed.  Sweat began to trickle down his neck.  Wendy didn’t seem to care that her pants and panties were at her ankles.  She screwed up her sweet face, twisted her little body and pinched her lips.
	A trickle of pee began to be expelled from her bald cunny.
	Jay took a moment more to linger upon her nudity, then helped the child step out of her clothes.  Collecting the clothes he tossed them back into the bus.
	“Open your legs.” he calmly told her.
	Timidly the child complied.
	She farted.
	Jay salivated.  His cock surged and the desire to lay her out on the desert floor and fuck her while she peed was great within him.  Slowly, though, he helped guide the girl to a squatting positioning.  She didn’t wait for him to say, “Okay, pee.”;  gravity took over and the intense need to empty the bladder coincided.
	She farted again and squirted out several powerful burst of urine.
	Wendy was relieved.
	Jay stood, Wendy remained squatting.
	Looking down the long desert highway—nothing.
	Looking up the long desert highway—nothing.
	The sun was rising over the Goback Mountains, the red tailed hawk still sat on the dead branch of the snag tree.  Jay unzipped his fly…
	The sun gentle kissed Jay’s ass, with one hand he rubbed his tush, squeezing it and reeling.  His other hand worked gently the back of Wendy’s head—pushing her back and forth along his schlong.
	“Suck it, baby, suck it good.” he cooed.
	Wendy wept and sobbed some, but otherwise was in control.
	A time or two Jay pulled out and humped his wang against Wendy’s face, poked her nose and eyes, humped the very top of her head and then back into her mouth to fully go until he came.  Wendy wasn’t keen on the spunk and gagged, spitting most of the goo out.
	Jay squatted and caressed the girl, “it’ll be okay.” he offered a meek and weak smile.  His Demons remained quiet, thankfully.

	At the Junction intersection Jay brought the bus to the one gas station.  At the opposite corner the local area Indians had set up a trinket souvenir shop.  The other corner had a store and more Indian souvenirs.  The remaining corner was a simple rest stop for weary desert travelers.

	Jay’s ride needed water, and air.  A National Guard truck rolled by, paused a moment, then moved on.  Jay’s heart and breathing paused until the truck was out of sight.  He purchased a bottle of water and some snack foods, aired up the tire and knew that he needed to get a new tire.  
	Slowly he pulled his ride back onto the highway and made for home.
	Only a few feet passed the rest area corner than did he whip around quickly and pulled up behind the half shack at the rest stop.  On the highway side two old Navajo women sold various Indian stuff.  On the rest stop side a family traveling had pulled up.  Assorted peoples there were, a long town car was there, too.  Jay watched the family, he wasn’t interested in the well dressed tycoon in the town car or his flunkie driver.
	The family was of interest, particular the young girl, about Wendy’s age.  She was in a pleated gray skirt, it was short and she flirted around playfully about the rest stop.  Twice she was scolded on for “flirting” too far away.  There were some boys, brothers or cousins or friends.  Two older teenage girls and some teenage boys.  Jay deduced that they were a blended/combined family as there were several adults.
	Jay popped his knuckles.  When Wendy coughed his attention was distracted.  He fed her the water and snacks, a part of him was regretting her capture and treatment.  But he was determined not to let her go until Jessie’s nephew had broken her in and then he himself had a chance to.
	When he returned to the driver’s seat, he couldn’t relocate the girl in the skirt.
	“Your tire is flat,” said a sudden voice, “you want me to fix?”
	A young teen Indian boy with a lot of Mexican in him.  The day was heating up and the right front tire had seen better days.
	“H-how much?” Jay asked.  He didn’t like being sneaked up on, had the teen seen anything he shouldn’t?
	“Five bucks!” chirped the teen.
	“I-think it’s had it,” Jay said matter-of-factly.
	“I can get you a good one, ten bucks!”
	Jay thought about it.
	“And I’ll put it on for you, five bucks!”
	Jay had twenty dollars left in his wallet.  No, wait, he had just bought stuff, maybe he had twenty, it was more like just about fifteen.
	“Twelve bucks?” questioned the teen.
	Jay gulped.  The day was heating up quick.  He had to boogie back to his apartment, keep Wendy concealed, get Jessie, get her nephew, get Wendy broken in, break Wendy in himself, then dump her somewhere.
	“You got a tire that will fit this?” A VW Bus tire was not a common tire to be having “handy.”
	“Yeah, sure, no problem.” cheered the teen.
	Jay nodded his head, “Okay.”
	“Cash first!” chirped the teen.
	Jay shook his head, ‘fuck you, work first.’
	“Aw, man, you don’t trust me!?”
	“I don’t trust anyone, not even myself!”
	“Then fifteen bucks!” chirped the angry Indian-Mexican.
	Jay narrowed his eyes, if he didn’t already mistrust the questionable tire, he would have suspected the Indian youth of flattening it himself.
	Casually he wondered if the Minding Device would work on him.
	Another car pulled into the rest area followed by a military vehicle.
	Wendy moved in the back, but she was mostly out of sight.  The noise of the newcomers to the rest stop distracted the Indian trying to get back at the white man.
	In his wallet was exactly fifteen dollars.  He had a half tank of gas, oil pressure was good, and he had just filled up with water.  Jay folded the money, showing the ten-spot visibly.  The Indian smiled, nodded, and set to work.  Jay pushed Wendy further under the half middle seat and piled his junk around her.  “Be still and be quiet.” he told her without using the Device.
	He then got out and wiped his brow.  He needed to pee but couldn’t risk walking across the way to the rest stop’s pisser.  He trusted Wendy more than he trusted the Indian!
	Then the girl in the skirt walked right in front of him.  He nearly fainted.  She carried some Indian trinkets and bowls, walking with a very tall woman who was apparently her mother.  Jay wanted to boff the woman, too.  Not many women set his balls aflame but the tall woman did.
	When the Indian fuck had indeed changed the bad tire for a better tire, and received his cash, Jay hit the road.
	It was near nine o’clock in the morning, the sun was once more scorching the landscape.  There was no a/c in the bus, Jay had all the windows cranked open and hauled butt down the lone highway; destination to the city had been changed (again.)
	In the back was Wendy, pulled out from under the seat.
	Beside her lay the girl in the skirt and her mother.
	The Device was a marvelous thing.  marvelous!

	Author’s Note:
	Some may have noticed a Duplication of Chapter 32, sorry about that.  I do not believe the Continuity was affected.  I had just gotten myself a new computer and was changing over the files from the Old to the New as well as uploading chapters to the Asstr site.  
	This is Chapter 36 of Book 6.  (or chapter 35!)  I very-very seldom go back and edit; if I do the chapter I edit does not become shorter but LONGER.  My goals of completing a set series is never ending.  I am striving beyond belief to curb so many Ideas and Notions.  I see now a few more chapters before Book 7.  and to pique your curiosity, Book 7 will have the Return of August Moone.  Really!
	I sincerely apologize for the duplicate chapters.  I’ve also noticed editing problems—words left out and grammar and sentences and so on.  I write as my twisted mind tells me and sometimes go at a blazing speed until the idea wears out or time for a new one.
	I usually try to go Five Chapters before uploading.  Usually.  These last few chapters have been rather long and the time between uploading new chapters more than a month.  The Asstr site usually keeps me abreast of how many peoples are reading my stuff, but they have been experiencing tech difficulties so now I just upload a chapter or two “when I can”.
	Unbelievably, Chapter 37 coming up!