August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 37!
Crap Shoot

Dark of the Day
	With her panties at her ankles, Jay locked her ankles in one hand and lifted the girl’s legs.  His eyes fluttered, his cock surged; his desires ran rampant.  He had firstly stood her up, his hands going up under her gray skirt.  Despite the heat of the day and the fact that she had been laying down, her butt was cool.
	Slowly but surely he slipped his hands inside her panties, squeezing the cool ass flesh.  The child tightened up, whimpered, and trembled hard.  Wendy farted.  
	With her skirt up as she still stood, Jay took a long gaze at her sex.  White pinkish panties with a pink hem and cartoon characters all over.  A nice pair of unstained undies.  Jay licked his lips, the desire swelled within him.  “Don’t wait for PJ,” the demons said, “fuck her!”
	Jay pinched his lips together, closing his eyes demanding that his hellish demons would go away.  They seldom did, though, they were always right there to pester him.  Desperate for smokes and a 40 (forty ounce bottle malt liquor) the demons prompted Jay into sticking up a small liquor store.  When the clerk fumbled about getting out cash, setting the silent alarm, pissing in his pants, speaking jibberish of some foreign speak, Jay shot him.
	After the clerk went down, and stayed down, Jay calmly collected the smokes the 40, and the cash (he hadn’t asked for cash but the clerk had deposited the night’s till on the counter anyways), Jay walked calmly out the back door and down an alley.  He sat in at a bus stop booth watching the police swarm the area like flies on dog shit.
	He moved to a park where he smoked his smokes and drank his 40.  Then went home and “flogged the dog” the rest of the night.
	The demons were there, too,  when in the park again some time later, or before, a lost little five year old girl was wondering about in pissed in britches.  Jay took her by the hand and behind the restrooms…

	Though the girl was merely five, Jay was merely 17.  There was hardly any protests from the girl when Jay began undressing her.  When she did at last protest, Jay walloped her upside the head, smacked her bottom, and jerk her clothes off.
	The child was too stunned to scream or make any sounds.  Jay raped her, turned her over roughly and sodomized her while spanking her.  The demons were in full control and enjoying themselves.
	‘No witnesses.’ the demons said.
	Jay calmly pressed his hands about the child’s tender throat and waiting until she stopped squirming.  Then he rolled her lifeless body into the bushes.  Her panties he kept.
	He supposed the demons helped him when Ms. Hanes jumped his ass for his crappy work in the warehouse.  His first real paying job.  He thought he was doing a good job, it was those fucking worthless union scum fucking others who were making him look bad.  But they didn’t rile him as bad as Ms. Hanes did.  The bitch.
	One even he was working overtime and the Queen of Bitchdom came to him yelling at him and citing that she was going to dock his pay.  When she turned abruptly, the heel of her shoe broke.  She fell off of the loading dock into the trash and water that was always accumulated at the deep end.  She struggled for a moment but then laid still.
	No one was about to see her fall and thusly no one to call for emergency.  She probably could have survived, but the head wound, broken arm, badly sprained ankle did her in.  It was late evening, the warehouse crew had gone home for the day.  Ms. Hanes was known to stay after hours.
	Funny thing, though, she was missing her panties!
	Did she wear panties at all?
	The investigation got a little more interesting when the morgue doctor found that she had had recent sexual intercourse.  Sperm was all over her furry snatch.  And with the bruising to her poon, it was ROUGH sex.  Investigators began talking to the warehouse employees.  But everyone had an alibi.
	Except Jay.
	But Jay no longer worked at the warehouse and his address given was to a minor league ballfield.  The investigators were sure Jay Ammoz had something to do with the unfortunate death of Ms. Clara Hanes.  But first they had to find him.

	They wouldn’t, though, Jay joined the circus, a traveling circus, worked as one of those flunkies who put up the tents and drove supply carts.  He was paid cash, his history/past was useless to the owner/operator.  All he wanted was a warm working body.
	Jay was that.  A warm working body.

	In the area of Upstate New York the demons that had been settled for several months resurfaced.  A young teenage boy was the target.  He had been milling around the circus tents, watching the set up and the animals being walked and readied for the evening’s show.
	Jay spotted him and so did the demons residing within him.  After a casual conversation, confidence was gained and the demons gained full control.  Circus owner Alfred Kellman kept a snubbed nosed .38 in his desk.  Why was not known.  Had he ever used it, not known either.  Jay knew it was there, though.  He used it to maneuver the young teenage boy into the nearby woods.  There the boy was commanded to strip off his clothes.  Staring down the snubbed nose of the handgun, the frighten thirteen year old complied.
	When nude, Jay’s own pants and underwear came down.
	“Suck me.” Jay commanded.
	The boy fretted and the barrel of the gun aimed to the boy’s forehead.
	The teen nervously opened his mouth and received cock.
	Jay fucked the boy in the mouth until he came.
	When the teen began to choke and gag and spit the goo out of his mouth, Jay in anger pistol whipped the boy, smacking him upside the head.  The boy lay on the ground curled up in a fetal position holding a hand to his bleeding head.
	Jay made the boy lay on his backside, then he himself squatted on the teen’s face.  “Suck my balls.” he commanded of the lad.  The boy made some sounds but began sucking on Jay’s testicles.  Jay laid down and masturbated the teenager’s cock.  It was an uncut cock, Jay stroked it, squeezed it, and worked it into a stiffy.  When it was stiff, Jay swallowed the member, his balls still being worked on by the teenage boy beneath him.
	When the boy began to cum, Jay whipped around and sat his ass down onto the teenager’s cum squirter.  “Fuck me, bitch!” commanded Jay.  The tormented teen complied.
	When the teen’s cock began to soften, Jay pulled out.  His asshole was sore and filled with teen spunk.  Once more he sat on the boy’s face, “Lick my hole!” he called.
	The teenager had a bit of trouble with this, he retched and heaved and vomited.  It angered Jay and he wrenched the lad over onto his stomach, then made the boy “assume” the doggiestyle position whereas Jay then forcefully and angrily fucked the boy’s very virgin poop chute.
	The teen had his face ground into the forest floor.  Cum dripped from his cock and asshole.  Blood matted his brown hair and after several very long minutes, the young adult man in his asshole finished.
	Jay pulled out and watched his cum ooze out of the teen’s shit chute.  
	“No witnesses!” whispered the demons.
	Jay cocked his head, squinted his eyes and placed the barrel of the gun into the boy’s gooied rectum.

	After three long years of absence, Jay would have thought his estranged drunkard of a father would have been glad to see him.  He was wrong.  An argument ensued moments after arrival, along with the put downs and name calling.
	“You leave home without a word,” said his dad at one point, “and now you come draggin’ yer sorry ass back--”
	Jay paid his dad no attention and went to his room.  His dad was too drunk to follow.  Jay stripped out of his clothes and dug out some panties he had collected and stowed secretly and jacked off happily. His body had become a little buff while on the road—he stood at mirror on his dresser and watched himself jacking—then angled the mirror down some and laid himself out on his bed.  He fondled and spanked himself then began fucking his bed with the panty of some girl under him…

	Life with his dad again was again, uneasy and hellish.  But this time, Jay was only going to take so much.  The name calling and put downs mounted, 
	“Kill him!” the demons shouted.
	Jay struggled to put them back in the dark where they belonged.
	“KILL HIM!” the commanded.  Jay paid them no attention.
	“We will wait.” they said.
	Jay would wait too.  
	And so it came to pass that he didn’t have to wait long.
	Jay acquired a job, another warehousing position, and with it came a girlfriend.  For some unknown reason he continued to live with his drunkard dad.  The “it came to pass” came when Jay’s girlfriend was over for a homecooked dinner.  Jay’s dad was supposed to be at a pool tourney.

	He came home unexpectantly early.  He was drunk and his usual self; foul mouthed, drunk, and bad mouthing his only son.  When he made references to Jay’s inadequate manhood, Jay had had enough.  The date was ended abruptly and Jay walked his girl home.
	He apologized and the girlfriend sort of understood.  But still…
	When Jay returned home he found his dad passed out on the living room floor.  Jay would wait.

	The wait wasn’t long in coming.  Jay found his dad at the bottom of the stairs, his neck broken.  That was unfortunate.  A good breakfast was in the making and would go to waste as emergency personnel and police came to check the body and cart it away.  Investigations would find the man well beyond the comprehension of “drunk.”  The investigators checked on the Pool Hall the old man had been and justified Jay’s story.
	And unbeknownst to Jay, there was insurance to be collected.  The look on the investigators’ face told them that Jay WAS in the dark, he had no idea that a life insurance policy was in Jay’s name.  It was quite substantial.
	Of course, funeral expenses were taken out, his dad’s bills, his dad’s lawyer, and Pool Hall expenses (bar tab and debts.)  but it still left Jay with a nice tidy sum.  He bought into a new trendy joint on the other side of town and moved close by.  He bought a Volkswagon bus that suited him and met Jessie Waynes.  The demons within him seemed settled.  Jay went on with his life.

And THEN what happened?
	The day was hot and only to get hotter.  His cock drove slowly in and out of the girl’s pussy, his eyes fluttering, his mind in overload.  Wendy lay on her side, her naked ass for him to see; her pants and panties bunched at her knees.  
	The girl he fucked whimpered, her gagged mouth undulating as she struggled in her torment.  Her young pussy was tight, snug, and very pleasing to Jay’s schlong.  He still desperately wanted to stuff Wendy, but he would wait.  But not for long.  But for the moment he was satisfied with shagging the girl he had been infatuated with at the rest stop.  Had she merely been in a pair of jeans or such then he probably wouldn’t have given her too much thought.
	The orgasm came.  And came.  And came some more.  Juts of his gooey fluid exploded into the child’s broken-in cunny.  He “ahhed” and arched his back, sending his cock FURTHER into the girl’s cunt.

	For a few minutes after Jay did nothing.  He couldn’t.  it was too hot and steamy to do so.  The girl beneath him heaved as she breathed, whimpering, too.  Slowly Jay rolled off of the child, taking her panties and wiping clean her freshly broken-in cunny.  
	Rolling the stricken child over Jay spent several minutes just caressing her ass.  He was an “ass man” and a young girl’s ass always turned him on.  Into the crack and squeezing the cheeks one at a time, then lightly and gently touching the funk hole.  It was glorious!  Glorious, Centurion, glorious!
	His eyes fell to Wendy’s ass.  She lay in a curled sleep, her clothes at her knees.  Slowly Jay’s cock “rose” to the attention.  Pressing it against Belinda’s ass he humped methodically.  The desire to shag Wendy once more seethed within him.
	He held off.  His cock was hard, his head hot.  In the middle half seat lay Belinda’s mother.  She was a little dazed and a lot confused.  Jay was cool with that.  Like her ten year old daughter, Belinda, Jan Kokes was bound and gagged.  Jay trusted the Minding Device gift, sure, but why take risks?  Jan wore a light Summery desert beige pants suit.  It was light and airy and took no time for Jay to strip it off of the thirty-something woman’s body.
	Full bodied titties contained in a simple off-white bra.  Jay liked smaller titties more, he never fully understood a Man’s fascination with big titties—more than a handful was just too much.  When he sucked on titties he wanted to suck the whole thang!
	Just the woman’s hands were bound, the fight was mostly out of her and her mind somewhat subdued.  But again, why take risks?  Jay calmly worked the woman’s slacks down, followed by her panties.  Sniffing the crotch of the undies turned him on—they were musty and there was a urine stain.  
	Jan began to gyrate some, wiggle and fuss.  Jay mopped his brow with the panties, then lay on her, inserting his cock into her quim.  He settled into a nice long prolonged fuck.
	Jan tossed her head about—semi aware of what was happening to her.  Jay took his time, straining now and then as he pumped.  Jay suckled on the woman’s bodacious hooters and decided that a fine woman wasn’t such a bad fuck after all.
	But he still preferred young girls…

	Like Wendy beforehand, young Belinda had to pee.  Jay had no problem with that.  He was still horny and after driving off of the highway a couple of miles to a ridge of boulders, he helped the youngster out.  She whimpered a lot, her cunny was sore from the rash humping it had received, and she was scared.
	Jay stood her up outside the bus, opened her legs, and waited for her to pee.  The urge to pee could not be quelled and she finally began to relieve her bladder.  Jay was naked, too.  As the child peed her stream splashed onto Jay’s cock and balls.  He caressed her ass as she peed, his cock got extremely hard (again) and the desire to doink her swelled.  (again)
	She was a cutey.  No doubt about it.  Blond, blue eyes, sweet and innocent.  Jay’s desires for her mounted and he positioned her on her knees, undoing her hands and making her assume the “doggie style” position.  When she fussed and made feeble attempts to crawl away—Jay promptly smacked her ass. 
	Belinda settled down and Jay pressed the head of his cock against her ass.
	“Noooooo.” she begged.  
	Jay paid her no mind and poked her tight funk hole, the child whimpered, hung her head and endured.  Jay took his time, it was evening type time, the desert was cooling down and he was horny.
	It was tight going.  Jay took his time, caressed the girl’s ass and took his time.  Several time he had to pull out and finger fuck the funk hole, spit into the hole, then re-insert and try again.  Belinda cried, whimpered, and had her sweet face pressed into the warm sand of the desert.
	When the sun finally set, Jay’s 7-inch manhood was in.
	Not fully, but five inches and he was satisfied.
	Belinda was in agony.
	Jay humped and pumped, pulled out and humped the girl’s gash, then plunged back into her asshole and pumped until he unloaded his love cream.  He was very well drained.  His balls tingled.  His demons still seemed “asleep.”  He sighed and pulled away from the girl, resting against a boulder and relaxing.
	The desert air was hot, humid, and his sexualizing Belinda had taken a lot out of him.  He was sweaty and stinky and all energy spent.  Closing his eyes, fondling his satiated manhood, he dozed. 
	The sound of a coyote baying woke him.  Stretching he found himself hungry, thirsty, and in serious need of a bath.  Then he found himself missing a member of his party.

	Standing naked on a short jutting boulder Jay scanned the desert.
	Not good.  No, not good at all.  He was at first scared and worried.  The “missing” was no where in sight.  The evening was setting and darkness not far behind.  
	Where was she?
	He feared for her.  She could be bitten by a scorpion, a snake, anything.  She could fall into a gulley, bang her head, twist an ankle and be unseen and die.
	Jay stood fondling his cock methodically.  Why was he concerned for her?  There had been “others” of recent note that he…
	He paused and felt suddenly ill.  
	The demons.
	Those fucking demons.
	That secret miner’s pit in those rocks.
	He closed his eyes and sighed.  The liquor store clerk filled his mind.  Ms. Hanes.  That little girl at the park, the boy at the circus, his old man.  
	Fucking demons.  He wasn’t that way.  Not a murderer.  It was the demons.  The demons!  He gritted his teeth and tightened up his body.  The evening darkness was coming faster.

	A sudden movement caught his eye.  He heard scurrying, scrambling, whimpering.  The desert sand was still hot, mighty hot, but not scorching.  In leaps and bounds he darted to the movement, snagging the blond haired nude girl by her long hair.  
	She screamed—well, inasmuch as she could scream under the circumstances.  Jay dragged her by her hair back to the bus, then pinned her against a very warm boulder and wailed on her with his hand to her buttocks.  The girl squirmed, begged, stamped her feet and thrashed about madly all together.  but she was no match for the determined adult and she was spanked hard until his hand wore out.
	Then, Belinda was turned about having her back pressed against the boulder, her legs forced open and her young pussy violated harshly once more.  Jay relentlessly ploughed the girl until his swinging balls hurt.
	“FUCK HER!” shouted the awakened demons.
	“Bite me.” commented Jay.  He slammed his schlong into the girl’s poon, he got his nut(s) off but continued to pump regardless.  When his cock died down to where it was no longer stiff enough to give him pleasure, he stopped and withdrew.
	The body of Belinda slid down to the ground.  She heaved and curled up into a fetal position.  Jay stood over her, jerking his gherkin.  At length he peed on her before his anger subsided.
	Back in the bus Belinda’s mother, Jan, began to come around more and more.  She was all kinds of disorientated, confused, and perplexed.  Wendy had peed herself but otherwise was being good.
	Jay was starving.  He really needed a bath.  Jan thrashed her head about, asking typical questions about her whereabouts, what’s going on, etc.  Jay paid her no attention and rested.

	In the new morning Jessie’s sweet face greeted him.  It was a little earlier and he reeked.  He was dirty and she what shit pile did he crawl out of.  Jay shined her own, 
	“I-I’ve done something,” he told her, “an-and I need your help.”
	Jessie was a good egg, Jay had helped her with some stuff she didn’t own but had and moved them to someplace else for someone ELSE to have.  She also didn’t like her own identity and used other people’s ID.
	And there was that thing of having sex with her niece and nephew…
	“You little horn dog!” commented Jessie when she saw Wendy bound and gagged in Jay’s mini bus.  She wasn’t shocked or alarmed as Jay thought she would be.  Jessie caressed the girl’s clothed butt, then caressed Jay’s hard cock.  Jay blushed.
	“Have you…?” she trailed off her question but knew the answer by Jay’s embarrassment.
	But then he shrugged, “But not really.”
	Which only confused Jessie.
	“I-I mean I-I’ve checked—her out and stuff but nothing--”
	“You haven’t fucked her?” in other words Jessie said.
	“Right.” then, “I-I was sort of hoping for her to be broken in by PJ.” 
	Jessie nodded and smiled, “Smooth move.”  She caressed Jay’s cock, fondled his balls, then pressed her body against his semi hard body.  They had their clothes on but made love just the same.
	They were at the apartment complex’s covered carport, it was semi private.  It was the side carport area, not the main one.  Located on the side of the apartment buildings it was shaded and concealed by trees and shrubs.  Jay was horny, Jessie was horny-er!
	Jessie practically pushed her young lover into the interior of his ride, the young girl he had with him squirmed some.  She had peed her pants and that was okay with Jay.

	Jay worked his pants down, Jessie was amused at the lime green panties encircling his hot throbbing schlong.  There, too, were a bunched up pair of yellow panties.  Jessie didn’t ask about them but was curious.  Her horniness overwhelmed her curiosity and she shucked her rustic brown jeans and mounted her stud.
	Jay worked his hands up inside Jessie’s blouse, squeezing her adequate titties.  Jessie grinded onto the boy’s throbbing pole before raising up enough to slid it into her sex.  She craved hot sex with her nephew, and any young pud; but she dearly loved getting it on with Jay and his amazing seven incher.
	Jay worked Jessie’s left tit while his right hand caressed her ass.  His cock surged in her pussy—it was good (but he still preferred young pussy.)  Jessie squeezed her cunt about his cock and settled in for a nice pleasing fuck.  She was curious about the panties.  She lay her body on her lover humping him into a methodical bout of loving.  There was only the one girl.  Surely she didn’t wear TWO pairs of undies?
	There was a lot of strange shit going on in their town, in the world!  She wondered lightly about Jay.  She knew that he was a pervert—but so was she.  She knew that he craved the young flesh—but so did she.  He was a hard worker, kind of intelligent, functioned well enough on his own.
	But she didn’t know squat about his past, his family or where he came from.  She only knew that in his eyes she saw disparity.  He had a dark past, a disturbing one.  But Jay kept it to himself and Jessie didn’t pry for Jay was the only guy she knew that had a cock that could please her right from entry!  Jay was the only guy she knew that was as naughty and nasty as she was.  Jay loved the young stuff as much as she herself did.  Jay also knew how to keep his mouth shut.  
	But she was worried, too.  If Jay should ever get into trouble, serious trouble—like arrested for something—would he rat her out to save his own ass or bring someone down “just because” he himself was going down?
	She knew that she didn’t really know the guy with the amazing seven inch cock.  He was a pervert and currently a kidnapper.  There was one girl, two panties.  Had there been TWO girls?  What had happened to the second girl?  

	Hours before sunrise and miles outside of town on a lone highway, Jay pulled his VW bus off onto a short desert road that led out to an abandoned homestead area.  It was here that two of his passengers would be “dropped off.”  The mother was freaked out, her tormenting kidnapping put her mind into further upheaval by blatantly raping her daughter before her.

	Jay positioned the youngster on the step to the bus’ interior.  She was out of it, but he tied her hands to the seat brace just the same.  He then licked out her cunny.  The girl’s mother, Jan, sat hogtied on the very warm sand watching.
	After licking and licking and licking, Jay stood up and masturbated before the stricken girl, straddled her chest and force fed her his amazing more than average bone.
	Jan wept into the sand, shaking her head, she was broken.
	Jay dragged his testicles down the child’s body, grinding his cock against her poon before making vaginal entry (again.)  Her young legs up along his chest he sunk his prick in as far as possible and then some.  Belinda tightened up at the severe discomfort the fuck created.  Jay pumped and pumped and then pumped some more.  After cumming, he pulled ouot and blasted a hot load onto her broken cunny, a spill onto her belly, some onto her chest, on and in her mouth.
	With that done, he turned the girl’s body over and assaulted her ass.
	His cock was too limp and shagged out to make any anal penetration—but his fingers and tongue were okay.  Jan wallowed in disparity as she watched her young child molested.  Jay spread the cheeks as far as possible and drove his tongue into the child’s hole.
	After several minutes of tongue action, Jay’s prick had regained sufficient prowess to do the dirty deed that was so dirty—sodomy!
	Not a sound came from Belinda.  Her head pounded against the seat structure as her asshole was pounded.  The step-side to the interior of the bus was small and very uncomfortable; her belly was pressed against the tattered soiled brown carpeting with her knees on the bare dingy metal of the step.
	Having an orgasm in Belinda’s ass after having so many prior was difficult to achieve.  But he tried.  Jay strained his cock, pumping hard and dreaming up Jessie, her niece Nellie and the three-way they had had.  There were the images of the “other” girls filling his mind, all the Possibles and Likelies and Desirables.  He fucked Belinda’s asshole until he at last came.
	The cum was clear and very sticky.  One big jolt of it exploded into Belinda’s bung hole, Jay pulled out and smeared the rest of the sticky substance all over the child’s ass.
	On weak knees he stumbled to the girl’s mother, grabbed up her blond hair and shoved into her mouth his saucey schlong.  “SUCK ME!” he demanded.
	Jan had no choice.  She was basically mindless as it was anyways.

*

No sense of morals
	As if he didn’t already have enough on his plate the Duke needed him (again).  Jay had skeedaddled home after his rousing escapade in the desert and unloading Belinda and her mindless mother behind a remote bus stop on the FAR side of town.  Bound and naked, too!
	Jay listened to the message, it was only an hour old.  He needed to get with Jessie, have PJ break Wendy in, then he himself could doink her, then…then he didn’t know what.  Keep her?  That was a novel idea.  He kinda sorta wanted to, but he had those feelings for Belinda, too; as well as the other girls he had recently boffed.
	The Duke.  Could he ditch the Duke?  
	Not a wise idea.
	Bad timing, he didn’t mind doing things for the Duke, but his timing wasn’t the greatest.  Jay cursed his foul luck, then took a quick shower.

	“Yer late.” bitched the Duke.
	Jay shrugged and explained, “flat tire.” which was true!
	The Duke shined it on and tossed Jay a brown paper bag.  It was heavy.  “Run that down to Big Ed.” then, “the boys (Lefty and Digger) are there, too.”
	Jay nodded and backtracked out of the Duke’s office.
	Big Ed’s was downtown.  A car lot.  Jay knew it was a “front”, he was sure car sales were made, but “other” things were going on than selling the new Chevys.
	He drove up the alley and parked.  Still with him was Wendy, curled up asleep under the half seat behind him.  She was concealed with blankets and junk.  The large form of the Big Fitz appeared at the pull down doors of the garage.  He tugged on a huge cigar and patiently waited for Jay to move his ass.
	Jay did.  The Big Fitz made a move to accept the “package”.
	Jay held it firm, “I-I gotta see Big Ed.”
	“I’ll take it.”
	“The Duke said for me to give it to Big Ed, personally.” he gulped as he didn’t like to cross any of the mob flunkies.
	Big Fitz furled his lips and somewhat glared at Jay.
	“He’s inside.” Big Fitz said with a head nod.  Jay clutched the bag to him and moved around the big fuck and into the garage.

	Big Ed took the “package” and quickly hustled into his private office.  Jay figured his work was done, 
	“You going back to the Duke’s?” asked Digger who sat cocklegged on a wooden desk.  The garage was smelly; grease and oil and burnt wiring.  Tires and engine parts lay scattered all over the floor.  An old 1950s car was parked on blocks and partially dismantled.  There was a set of stairs up to a second floor office.
	“Uh, I-I--”
	“We need a ride.” 
	Lefty sucked on a bottle of soda pop, belched and scratched his nads.
	It looked like Jay had passengers.

	It was the longest drive of his life, every stop light was red, other drivers cut him off, and the Big Fitz took up most of the room on the middle second seat.  Right under his big fat ass was the dozing bound and gagged Wendy.  Of course, the guys probably would freak out about it, they weren’t Saints themselves.  But still, Jay preferred no one knew about the girl and his doings.
	Finally, back at the Duke’s, Jay remained in the driver’s seat as the “boys” bailed out.
	“Going someplace?” asked Digger.
	“Home.” Jay replied.
	“Why doncha come on in for a minute?” it was more of a command-statement than a question.  Jay sighed (to himself) ‘son of a fucking bitch!’ he really wanted to go home.  He shrugged, “ok.” And gave his famous charming smile.  He figured he ought to go in anyways and report that he had in fact hand delivered the “package”.
	The Duke was on the phone conducting business.  He made a nod to Big Fitz and the trio, with Jay, entered into the side room.  Jay and the Duke made eye contact and Jay conveyed silently that he had made the delivery.  Jay then reluctantly followed Big Fitz, Lefty, and Digger.

	The Why and Wherefore or whatever was not for Jay to question; but in the Interrogation room was a woman and two kids.  The woman was kind of plain, tall, and dressed plainly, too.  Her two offspring were an odd pair, the boy a reddish brown haired youth of about eleven years stood gangly (with hands behind his back tied).  He was lanky, had a goofy sheepish face with a mouth that hung partially open.

 	His sister was a pure flaming red head; long hair in pig tails, a small body in a knee length thin Summer dress.  She had knobby knees, a curious look about her face.   But seemed fuckable to Jay.  She was approximately eight years young or so.
 	The family looked in peril.  Jay waited.
	The gist of the family’s woes was not so much as with the family present, but the missing family member—the daddy.  Apparently, the daddy was into the Duke for a considerable amount of money.  The daddy liked the horses and didn’t seem to be able to pick a winner—repeatedly.
	So it was the man’s family who were being held in lieu of the debt owed.  The mother/wife was barely aware of what the situation was all about.  The Duke had his ways of getting his payment (one way or another.)
	Digger and Lefty escorted the children into a secondary secret room.  Their mother wasn’t pleased, she was already scared out of her wits as it was.  
	“Relax, Ms. Denneral,” spoke up Big Fitz, “all will be alright so long as you do as you’re tolt.”
	“What do you want?” she demanded.  She was in fear for her children and confused greatly.
	Big Fitz grinned, the Duke cracked his neck, popped his fingers and licked his lips as he gazed upon the kinda tall woman.
	“Take off yer clothes.” he told her.
	Ms. Denneral’s eyes opened wide as saucers.  “I will not!” not under my own will anyways.
	“I think you will.” ginned the Duke, he winked and nodded to Big Fitz.  The big man pressed a button on the wall by the door to the secret room.  Suddenly there was to be seen a big window pane, Jay had never noticed it before.  He knew instantly what it was as soon as he saw it, though; a two-way.  In the other room Digger and Lefty had the children, David James and Kami Elizabeth on their knees.  To the throat of the eight year old was a large throat slitting knife.
	Ms. Denneral lost it.  She fell to her knees, heaving uncontrollably, weeping, and trying to get to her children.
	“Settle down, Ms. Denneral,” cooed the Duke, “all you gotta do is to keep yer children safe is do what I tell yas.”
	Ms. Denneral needed a few minutes to compose her self.  She was both pissed off highly and frightened deeply.  Jay casually wondered why the Duke didn’t use a Minding Device on the woman?  Surely he had one, he had pawned off onto Jay a low grade Device, surely the Duke had a sophisticated better one.  Surely!

	Maybe it was that “power” thing authorities and psychologists were always talking about.  Jay didn’t know.  He waited, toes curling, he worried about Wendy in his bus.  She could wake up any minute and freak out, someone could hear.
	His thoughts were distracted as slowly Ms. Michelle Denneral began removing her clothes.  Michelle Denneral wore an old style off-white blouse with cotton Summery skirt (knee length.)  She still heaved and looked as if though she were about ready to hurl; but down came her skirt, off came her sensible everyday dress shoes, then her blouse.
	She stood shaking, trembling in fear and shaking in anger.  She detested what was happening to her, her family, and wanted to strangle-throttle her dead beat gambling husband.
	“Can-can they see me?” asked a tremble Michelle.
	“No,” said the Big Fitz, “do you want them to?” he snickered.
	Jay suddenly felt a tinge in his balls and cock.  He could barely see the kids, it was dark in their room as well as the one he was in.  Not dark-dark, but not well illuminated.  He didn’t know why, it was just the way it was.  Just enough light to see—barely.
	Michelle Denneral shook her head, NO, she did NOT want her children to see her undressed.
	“Keep going.” the Duke said.
	Michelle Denneral sunk.  She trembled a moment, her back to her children, then slowly undone her bra.  There was about a minute after the bra dropped to the floor before she began lowering her panties.  She was sick, sick to her stomach and pissed, pissed at the sordid situation and highly pissed that her husband had caused it to happen.
	Once nude, a low light came on revealing a double wide bed.  It had a bottom sheet and a few pillows.  Michelle knew.  She knew instinctively what she had to do.  Glancing over to her children, the knife at Kami’s throat, Ms. D had no choice.  Slowly she made her way to the bed.  The Duke smiled, Big Fitz snickered.
	Jay hung loose, he probably would have been more at ease—but there was a young kidnapped girl under a seat in his micro bus.  He wanted to go home, shower, shit, eat, fuck Jessie’s brains out, bang her niece, Nellie, then get the nephew to fuck-break in Wendy, then bang the snot out of Wendy himself and call it a day.
	As Michelle Denneral crawled onto the bed, sobbing; Big Fitz dropped his drawers.  Michelle closed her eyes, gripping the side of the mattress.

	“You give us any trouble,” warned the Duke as he nakedly approached, “and yer children gonna suffer.  Big!” Michelle tightened up, she was more than angered.  Much more.  The Duke laid his dukedom onto the woman’s fine haired cunny and humped.  Michelle lost it again and began bawling.  The Duke took his time, keeping his manhood just outside the love entrance; he squeezed the woman’s 36B titties in his strong mobster hands; Big Fitz farted.
	Jay’s cock was hard, but not for Ms. Denneral.  While the Duke finally made penetration to the kids’ mother, Jay had sashayed slowly over to where he could see the eight and eleven year old better.  He even had a desire to shag the boy!
	Big Fitz stood nakedly at the bed, stroking his massive fuck stick.
	The Duke fucked expertly but slowly—relishing the moments.
	Michelle Denneral relished the moments, too; the long moments.

	Finally, the Duke duked out and began raping the woman at a faster pace.  The Big Fitz had gotten the woman to fondle his balls—lovingly.  She stroked his manhood and caressed his very hairy nuggets until he was cumming!  The three hundred plus bulky man shot wads of hot sticky goo up the woman’s outstretched arm and a blast onto her face.  The Duke had cum, he sat up with his prong still in the woman’s gash.  Fitz crawled up onto the bed, rubbing his nasty schlong onto the woman’s face before making her suck him.
	Jay’s attention was locked onto the kids.  He imagined them both naked, sucking his cock one after the other.  Then spreading their cheeks to receive him, too.
	Suddenly, the Duke was up behind Jay.  His mobster hand wrapping around his waist, inching down to cop a feel of Jay’s bulging boner.  Jay could feel the man’s own cock against his ass.  
	“Wanna give their mother a go?” asked the Duke.
	‘Not really.’ Jay felt a bind ensnaring him.  The Duke pressed his cock down between Jay’s ass, his other hand had massaged Jay’s raging boner then slowly began undoing the boy’s pants.  Jay didn’t want to get boffed with the flunkies watching.  But he didn’t have a choice…
	Jay bent over some, spreading a cheek and prepping himself for penetration.  The Duke ran his wicked schlong all over Jay’s ass, the crack, nuzzling the swinging sweaty nuggets and lastly poking his hole.  The penetration was distracted by the Big Fitz.  He had roughly turned Ms. D over, hips up, and attempting his own anal stuffing.

	“Hee-hee,” scoffed Fitz, “this bitch is a wild cat!” Michelle Denneral was not into having her backdoor fucked and she strove to fend off the attack.  It got the Duke’s interest and he left to help.  Jay sighed.  He really wasn’t into having his asshole packed.  He was a Stuffer, not a Stuffee.
	“You comin’ in or what?” asked Digger who had suddenly opened the secret door.  Jay was startled and didn’t know.  On the bed the Duke and Fitz were roughly double teaming Michelle.  The woman was frantic but underpowered to fend off the assault.  Jay shrugged and stepped into the room pulling up his clothes.
	Jay just held his pants up, his cock was hard and needed release.
	In the room it was a little darker than the other, but light enough to see.  And speaking of seeing, the big window, the two-way; it went both ways allowing visibility from one viewing room to the other.  There, too, was a 9-inch monitor that also allowed viewing of the other room.
	The kids had not seen what was going on, but had been threatened with death if they didn’t behave OR the death of their mother if they didn’t behave.  
	“I think old Duke is gonna be busy a while.” commented Digger.
	Lefty nodded and eased the boy, David James (DJ) back aways.
	Digger dropped to his knees behind the young frightened girl, Kami, who went by her middle name, Elizabeth or Lizzy.  Digger’s 9-inch blade held poised at her tender delicate throat.
	“Take off yer clothes.” said Digger.
	The boy’s eyes opened wide in shock.  He shook his head, not realizing fully the situation.  Digger cocked his head, ‘What?’
	Lefty cleared his throat and made a head nod, indicating the knife at the girl’s throat.  DJ stared, looked to Digger, Lefty, and Jay.  The situation wasn’t good.
	“You’ve been naked in front of her before, haven’t you?” snickered Digger.
	David James nodded and shrugged.  Lefty sat on the arm of a large overstuffed arm chair.  “Take off your clothes,” he said, “before she bleeds!”
	DJ looked to his frightened sister, already a small trickle of blood was trickling down her throat.  The boy gulped, licked his lips, he wanted to ask where was his mother but began undoing his pants instead.
	“You’ve seen yer bro naked before, right?” whispered Digger to the flaming red headed girl.  She nodded and the sharp blade at her throat sliced another layer of delicate skin.  
	“Has he seen YOU?” asked Jay hunkering down beside her.

	Lizzy welled up, squeezing her eyes shut sending a flood of tears out the ducts.  She clenched her fist, lips trembling and so on.  But she indicated that she had indeed seen her brother naked.
	DJ had his pants down.  He stood up straight nervously, shrugging a shoulder and staring.
	“Keep going.” said Lefty by him.
	The boy looked to Lefty, he didn’t really want to but looking back to his sister, he didn’t have a choice.  He removed his off-brown khaki shirt and stood just in his briefs.  Lefty hooked a finger into the back of the boy’s underwear and tugged them down.  When DJ reacted (by wrenching away, slapping Lefty’s hand) Lefty pinned the boy to the thin carpeted floor, pressing a knee to the boy’s throat.
	It was chaos.  

	Jay held Lizzy’s elbow while Digger held her other elbow, as well as sending a hard as possible smack to her ass.  The child lost the ability to think straight or breathe.  Her eyes bulged and stared out into emptiness.  David James had received the message about completing following orders.  Lefty let him breathe, choke, gag and sputter.  When he was clear the boy stood and shucked his underwear.
	With Lefty prodding him the slender eleven year old moved the few feet across the room to face his sister. 
	“Whack off.” Lefty breathed into the boy’s ear.
	DJ gave that “huh?” and “what the?” look.
	“Jerk the gherkin, stupid!” bitched Digger.
	With the boy still expressing a befuddled look, Jay showed him with a hand movement simulating the “stroking” of the bone.  DJ’s eyes widened in almost horror.  He gulped and looked down to his member hanging shriveled up with his kid sister just inches away staring at it as well.
	“Jack off or I’ll jack it off!” spouted Lefty.
	It didn’t make much sense but DJ put his fingers to his limp organ and began pleasing it.
	“You ever see yer brother doing that?” asked Digger.
	It was hardly noticeable, but Lizzy nodded that it was so, she HAD seen her brother “jerking the gherkin.”
	“You ever “touch” his thingy?”
	The girl tightened up, her body rigid, eyes wide.  That would be a No.
	Lefty standing by the slowly masturbating DJ asked, “you see your sister naked a lot?”

	David James gulped and blinked his eyes excessively until he closed them tightly.  His mouth hung up and he nodded that it was so.
	“You likes seeing yer sister naked?”
	The boy shrugged.
	“You TOUCH yer sister?  You know, where she pees and poops?”
	Again, DJ’s eyes opened wide as flying space saucers.  He shook his head, No.
	“If you could, would you?”
	No response.
	“If you could get away with it??
	DJ twisted his mouth, ‘maybe.’
	By now, DJ’s cock was hard.  Not fully 100 percent stiff, but four inches hard.  Lefty caressed the boy’s ass, squeezing a cheek and getting a boner himself.

	“Reach out, honey, put your fingers about him and do what he was doing.”
	Very-very timidly the eight year old reached out and wrapped her fingers about her brother’s cock.  DJ stared down to her as she worked his cock; it became all the harder by her actions.  
	Under instruction she also cupped her brother’s balls, rubbed his ass, and used both hands to “please” him.  Then she had to do the ultimate.
	“Kiss it.”
	Kami’s mouth hung open, but not for the prepping of wrapping her lips about her brother’s prong.  
	“Kiss it, sweetie,” cooed Digger, “or…” and he took the blade from the girl’s throat and placed it under the ball sac of her brother.  He didn’t need to say anything more.  Whimpering and sobbing the girl leaned her pretty little in and pressed her lips (for the first time) to DJ’s cock.
	That was followed up by indeed wrapping her lips about the mushroom type head of her brother’s prick, diddling the piss slit with her tongue and then sliding her mouth all the way down onto the five inch hard-on.
	In the other room, the girl’s mother began retch and lose full composure.  She begged and uttered words unintelligible.  The Duke and Big Fitz continued to sandwich fuck her, spanking her and driving her into oblivion.

	To the question of “have you’ve ever cum?” Lefty received a shrug.  DJ had no idea what “cum” meant.  He caressed the boy’s ass and Kami grew tired of sucking.  She was allowed to stop, the taste of cock was somewhat unappealing to her.
	“On yer knees.” Lefty said to DJ.
	Slowly the nude boy eased to his knees.  He was eye level with his sister.  He stared at the trickling blood from her neck wound.  But otherwise she seemed okay.  
	“Put yer hand up her dress, pull her panties down.”
	DJ couldn’t breathe.
	No, he had never done such a thing before.
	He had never molested his sister in any way.  He had seen his sibling nude many times, many more times in her underwear.  And she him likewise.  It was no big deal, they were siblings.  He DID jack his cock, but had never “cum.”  He was unaware of any “wet dreams.”  
	A bit of cum squirted from his cock (although he wasn’t aware of it) as he placed his hands up his sister’s short Summery dress.  He expressed actually very little emotion, his eyes were reddened from tearing up—but most of that was from being nearly crushed by Lefty’s knee.
	Lizzy’s panties came slowly down her nimbly knobby kneed legs.
	“Rub on her ass.” 
	DJ didn’t want to but then his sister said, “It’s ok, Deej.”
	DJ (Deej) got his quirky look back to his face and put his hands onto his sister’s ass and began “rubbing.”  He made small circles about her smallish butt; more cum squirted from his cock.

	Michelle Denneral trembled and watched the goings on while the two men who had assaulted her lay in a heaving heap.  She was “spent” herself, worn out from trying to fight off the two overpowering men.  Her womanhood and associative backdoor were steaming and gooied up to the max.  She had no strength, she could only watch as her children performed sexual depravity on one another.

	Kami’s dress was kid type; thin, light, sleeveless.  DJ got the task of slipping the dress down along with the girl’s undies.  Kami then was directed to the lone single bare mattress.  As she crawled onto the bed, she was halted.  She sat poised on her hands and knees, ass exposed for all to see.  Cum dripped from DJ’s cock as he made his way to her.

	Cum was dripping from Jay’s cock, too, as he feasted his eyes onto the girl’s bare bum.  Her backdoor and bald cunny were a delight to him, he yearned hard.  DJ was commanded to “give her a lick.”  He had to lick his sister’s crack; pussy and all.
	More cum was spilled.
	Digger and Lefty began undressing.
	Jay followed suit.  Might as well!
	David James licked his sister’s crack, kissed/sucked on each cheek, and flicked his tongue to her bald poon.  He seemed in agony as he was in need of jerking off.  Lefty patted the bed, indicating to Lizzy that she should lay down.  The young girl was delicious looking; a flat chest, bald beaver, and young.  
	“You know how to FUCK, boy?” asked Lefty.
	DJ took a moment to think about it, he shrugged.  He sorta knew.
	“Well, boy,” continued Lefty, “either YOU fuck ‘er, or we will!”
	DJ gulped, sweated, looked horrified, and came.

	Kami’s little snatch was lovely.  Her brother rubbed his cock all over it, up and down the virgin slit then all over the smooth skin.  The head of his cock was laden with his cream, his cock was now 100 percent hard.  
	Kami clenched the bed and waited.  
	DJ humped on her cunt for a few moments more than on strong encouragement from Lefty, and threats of maiming from Digger, DJ began pressing his cock into his sister’s poon.  Kami clenched tighter, arched her body and gritted her teeth.  When DJ pulled out Digger placed his blade back to Kami’s throat.  “Fuck ‘er or I slit ‘er!”
	In anger more than anything else DJ reinserted his cock and made slow full penetration.  Kami’s legs opened instinctively, she wept and clenched; DJ made slow steady thrusts until he was fully seated then he began steady pumping.  Lefty sat on the side of the bed, caressing DJ’s pumping sweaty ass.
	Jay stood methodically stroking…

	DJ went into his sister, fully.  He pumped and grinded and got his nut moments later, mere moments.  When he came it was just like watching a dog hump—he went rigid, his ass muscles flexing and tightening as his cock did all the work inside his young sister’s cunt.

	Exhausted the boy fell away and then was rolled off of the bed onto the floor by Digger.  Lefty licked his lips almost hungrily as he stared at Lizzy’s broken snatch; it was a bit bloodied.  Scooping up the girl’s panties he wiped her cunny, then began fingering it.
	Kami wanted to curl up into a ball, even more so when Lefty stood and got out of HIS clothes.  When young David James saw the man undressing, he quickly realized what was about to happen.  The man had a tremendous hard-on and it would surely tear Kami in two!  David James scrambled up, but was no match for the naked man nor the other man, Digger.  Digger had once been on a wrestling circuit, he wasn’t so much as built in bulk as he was in tone muscle.  He held the naked cum dripping David James at bay while the one called Lefty mounted Kami and raped her.
	Jay was in a quandary, he wanted to flee, to get Wendy and get back to his apartment.  But he wanted to stay, too.  With the young Kami broken in so, she wouldn’t be too much of a good fuck by the time Digger and Lefty got thru with her.  And then the Duke and Big Fitz probably would want a turn.
	Lefty got his nut, he drove as much of his manhood into the hapless girl as he could, pulled out and shot a massive wad of man spunk al over her nakedness.  He made a serious of grunts and groans, farted, and then began to pee on the child, too.
	His strength zapped, Lefty sat back looking down to the broken girl.  She had wept and carried on so, scratched his backside and finally had passed out.  Lefty finished his piss and finally moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
	David James had no strength in him, either.  He had strained and strained against the former wrestler’s might, then watching as his sister was raped horrendously before him, his inner strength was zapped, too.	

	David James lay in a crumbled heap on the thin carpeted floor.  On the bed little Elizabeth lay heaving.  Lefty and Digger lay off on the floor recovering from their horrendous ordeal of shagging the girl on the bed.  Jay hadn’t had his chance with her, and he couldn’t figure it but he didn’t want to.
	Morals?  A since of regret?  His demons were quiet—which was unusual—when he could use their help they were silent!  Slowly he arose and checked the two-way.  Big Fitz lay in a heaving heap, he looked like a rotting pile of garabge.  The big man seemed to be struggling to breathe, too.

	The kids’ mother lay on the floor.  The Duke beside her.  Jay stared, the Duke wasn’t moving.  At all.  Like breathing.  Jay stared.  And stared.  And then stared some more.  Finally he entered into the outer room and crept very-very slowly to the would-be mob boss.
	Focusing his eyes on the man’s stomach, Jay squatted and waited.
	His attention was distracted by Big Fitz.  He farted.  He made a horrendous moan and sounded like he was drowning.  Then a horrible stench soiled the air and the Big Fitz took a big shit!
	Jay pinched his nose and moved away.  Finding Ms. Denneral’s panties he made a so-so mask.  It was hot and sticky in the room, then it was foul with the big man’s poo.
	Michelle was breathing.  But the Duke wasn’t.
	Jay gulped and gently shook the man.  “Duke?” he called.
	Nothing.
	He shook the man more.
	Still nada.
	He then rolled the mobster over to his back.  The man was lifeless.  A HUGE gouge was on his forehead, a concussion.  How he got it Jay didn’t know.  A bit of fear began to rise in him—being in the vicinity where a so-so well known mobster lies dead was NOT good.
	Then, Jay noted that the Big Fitz wasn’t breathing either.
	He had no gouge to his big head, he had merely suffered a heart attack.  Not good.  
	His first instinct was to flee.
	At the door to the outer door and freedom Jay paused—his clothes.
	He dashed back into the other-other room and fetched his clothes.
	Casting his eyes to the unconscious Kami, Jay paused and thought.
	There was little time, although he was merely in a panic state of being.  Scooping the naked red head up he dashed out to his ride and stuffed her inside.  Wendy was awake.  She had peed and pooped.  Quickly Jay cleaned her with some rags, sat her up and gave her the opportunity to drink.  He cooed to her as she drank a lukewarm can of soda.  He still wanted to fuck her, badly.  Little Kami lay curled up, she had awakened during the transfer from the room of horror to the mini bus of horror.
	Jay then took the moment to DRESS himself.
	Then, using the Minding Device he put the girls to “sleep”.  More or less to “rest”, locking their minds without giving them commands.  Then, he was in the room with Kami’s brother, David James before he knew it.

	What was he thinking?  Taking DJ, too?  What was he going to do with them?  He knew he was going to fuck Kami.  That was assured.  David James?  Yeah, he guessed he would boff the boy, too.
	After stuffing DJ inside his bus with his sister, Jay paused, whipped his dick out and pissed against the wooden fence, then went BACK inside to retrieve the kids’ mother.

You Fuck  I Fuck  We All Fuck!
	He was losing his patience—delay after delay after delay.  With the Duke and Big Fitz dead, it was wise to be elsewhere.  The worry was Lefty and Digger.  They would be trouble.  Somehow they would blame Jay, offing a mob boss, even a small time one, was bad news.  
	“You don’t want to be looking over your shoulder all the rest of your life, do ya?”
	Jay shrugged, he guessed not.  
	“You know what you have to do.”
	Jay gulped and nodded, he guessed so.

*

All in all I’ll just put another cap in your ass
	It was hot.  It was always hot—‘specially in the desert.  The desert.  Again with the desert.  Jay emptied his mind of everything and concentrated solely on driving.  He concentrated so hard that he passed up the turn-off by twenty miles and had to make a U-turn.  By the time he returned to the turn-off the sun was setting and evening was coming.  On the dirt desert road he had several more miles to go before arriving at his final destination.
	He didn’t like guns—although he had used them in the past.  There were other ways to do dirty deeds.  His quest to shag Wendy would just have to wait.  Again.  	
	There wasn’t much chance of missing his destination point as the narrow dusty road ended right at it.  The air was parched and the sun had set.  No sign of the moon.  Which was good, he liked the dark.  He sat in the driver’s seat for a while.  It had been a long day.  Someone behind him moved, there was sniveling, crying and a foul stench.  Jay’s tasks ahead of him were going to be something.
	He guessed the first order of business was…
	…dragging the reeking carcass of what once was the Big Fitz.

	The man was in excess of three hundred pounds and took a bit of doing to move him, drag him.  Then there was the narrow passage into the secluded mine.  The rocks at the entrance to the reclusive mine were scorching hot and seared the dead man’s skin.  Jay struggled and struggled, dragging the reeking hulk to the pit at the end of the “L” shaped passage.
	The stink wafting up from the pit was almost as bad as what Jay was to deposit.
	‘No witnesses.’  Jay took it to heart.  Self-preservation.  And a fitting end to an asshole.  He pushed the girthy mobster over the edge and reeled in a squimish way when the huge hulk went KER-PLUNK onto the other rotting bodies at the bottom of the 20 plus foot deep pit.
	Jay went out to the fresh hot desert air and wrestled with the deranged Lefty.  Jay’s minding device kept the mobsters in a dull state of awareness.  Jay stayed focused and rustled the one-armed man into the cave.  Jay stood him up at the edge of the cave.  He had struck up a lantern to give him some light, it was dull and flickered to almost extinguished.  It gave the entire scene in the pit area a spooky ambience.
	“Hey, Dickweed,” spouted Lefty, “what the fuck gives?”
	Jay hated the nickname, Dickweed.  And the Duke hadn’t seen fit to correct or change it.  Jay smiled at the naked one-armed freak, didn’t say a word but kneed him in the balls.  When Lefty bent over, Jay brought his knee up to the stunned man and he was sent over the edge to be with Fitz.
	Digger joined him soon thereafter and then there was the Duke.
	The Duke.
	He somewhat regretted the passing of the Duke.  But, he was kind of an asshole.  But he had given him a job, trusted him, and given him a minding device.
	But he was an asshole.
	And dead.  Very-very dead.
	‘So in the hole he goes!’

*

	Traffic went to and fro, not a lot of traffic but recent events had caused some residents of surrounding communities to amscray for better digs.  Kidnappings, sexual assault, other assorted crimes, and green tornadoes sucking peoples into another world.
	Jay wondered what it would be like to be in another world.  Was it Hell?  Something worse, something good?  No one knew, those who went IN never came back!

	There was no solace in the deed that had been done.  But it HAD to be done.  That self-preservation thing—and the No Witnesses, too.  After securing some drinks and snacks from the convenience store at the edge of town, Jay took the time with each member in his micro bus.  Wendy first.  His cock yearned for her, he imagined himself shagging her poon, drilling her dirt chute, and spilling a massive load of man spunk in her mouth.  But it would have to wait just a little longer.
	He didn’t blame the Denneral family, it wasn’t their fault for the delay, it was Duke’s!  so his anger about the delay to shag the lovely Wendy was quelled.  But he wouldn’t take any more.  
	After Wendy he took care of Kami.  She had soiled herself.  Jay stripped her down and stood her outside to let her have a good pee.  She was fuckable.  Right then and there.  Lefty, Digger, both men had taken turn after turn with her, probing her poon and asshole.  Her brother DJ had been forced to fuck her, too.  She was acceptably broken in.
	Jay caressed her ass as she stood naked at midnight peeing in the desert.  
	“Fuck her!”
	Jay shrugged the demons command off.
	“FUCK HER!”
	Jay blinked—then the next thing he knew little Kami Denneral was perched on the step into the bus.  Her young legs wrapped out and about Jay’s waist as he pounded her poon.  The girl arched and thrashed about as the bare skin of the step cut into her backside.  Her pussy had already been well fucked but was still cock satisfyingly snug.
	The minding device helped some to keep her young mind quelled, as it was to her mother and brother.  Jay stuffed the young girl’s poon to his delight—he could only imagine what it would be like to be in Wendy’s snatch.  He arched his own back and strained to fully insert his cock to get the full enjoyment of the deed.
	Kami cried out and then began to sort of buck into him herself.  She wasn’t really but it seemed so.  She thrashed as much as she could, the minding device didn’t do a real good job of quelling the girl’s mind, she was too emotional.
	After doing the dirty deed, Jay sat back on the warm sand recovering.  Kami he had pushed up into the bus to let her “sleep it off.”  Time.  He needed time to rest, to think, to recover, to fuck.
	No, he had already fucked.
	Michelle.  The boy.  Wendy.
	Wendy.

	Like Pavlov’s dog, Jay began to salivate, his cock to quiver.  Wendy. He did want to fuck the girl.  He wanted to see rivers of cum dripping from her every orifice.  But unlike what had happened to Kami, he wanted her broken in easily.  Jessie’s nephew PJ wouldn’t be so rough.
	Jessie.
	He had to get to Jessie.
	How could he explain?  Wendy was one thing, but the Denneral’s?
	How good of an “egg” was Jessie?
	The Minding Device!  Yeah!  He could use the Device on her!
	Of course, before any of that could take place…

	He knew that he had no morals.  None.  But he had Favorites.  Desires.  Prejudices.  He had preferences in his unnatural desires; he preferred girls over boys.  But he was not opposed to shagging a boy—so long as the boy was no older than 14 or so.  No fat chicks, no fat boys.  Black, White, Jap, Italian, German, French, Irish, Vietnamese made no difference to Jay.  He’d fuck ‘em all!
	David James was white.  A mountain boy transposed to a small town city life.  He was kinda cute, sorta—in a backwoodsy homely sort of way.  He was skinny, slenderly built, had a bowl shape to his reddish ruddy brown hair, a goofy face with the way his mouth hung agape as he was constantly “lost in thought.”
	Jay stood him up outside the bus, the boy was a little delirious from his experience.  Jay had no insight into his mind but imagined that the lad was still filled with the doings that had gone on at Duke’s premises.  Jay had put it to his sister.  In her mouth, up her ass, and in her twat.  That was diffilcut to overcome if you weren’t so willing to participate.
	“Pee.” Jay said conveying his desires via the minding device.
	David James staggered a bit, blinked his eyes a lot, farted, then began to indeed Pee.  A steady stream of hot urine splashed onto Jay’s cock, his stomach, and everywhere but the ground.  Jay stood very close to the young boy and as the peeing came to an end, Jay caressed the boy’s ass.
	Only one of the mobster’s had slammed himself into the boy’s rectum.  Jay caressed the nude mountain boy, then began kissing him—pressing him against the hot skin of the bus become more and more horny.  Pushing the boy to his knees, “Suck me.” Jay commanded.
	David James’ mind was frapped and he obeyed without hardly any noticeable hesitation.  He took Jay’s schlong and worked it like he knew how then engulfed it for a nice long five minute suck.

	Five minutes was all Jay could stand, he wanted up David James’ hole.  Placing DJ on his hands and knees Jay cinched up behind the lad and made anal entry.  Despite Lefty’s chubby schlong impacting the boy hours before, DJ’s rim gave Jay a suitable resistance and a snug fit after insertion. 
	A coyote howled, something fluttered, and Jay came.
	A torrent of cum exploded from Jay’s cock, the sensation was incredible.  Gusher loads of man juice spewed from his piss slit, surging dramatically thru his shaft.  Jay clung to the nude boy’s hips and power fucked until he was spent and then some.
	After pulling out Jay fell away, curling up.  He was fucked out.  His cock was experiencing both agony as well as sheer unadulterated pleasure.  He cared not for anything else, no thoughts, no deeds, no nothing for many minutes.
	Thereafter, Jay sat up.  The day was coming, an hour away.  Getting to Jessie was his priority.  His only priority.  Of course, there was just ONE MORE fuck to go…

	It was for certain Michelle Denneral would never-ever be the same.  And it was for certain that if she could get to her husband she would strangle him, then possibly de-nut him.  Jay ran his hands all over the nude woman’s body, squeezed her nipples and began grinding on her.
	Soon his cock slipped into the woman’s pussy and unlike the bastards Lefty and Digger, Jay went into her easily, slowly, and with love.  Michelle was vaguely aware.  She opened her legs and made no emotions whatsoever.
	Jay didn’t mind.  He fucked for several minutes, gave his all and then lay on the woman, his cock lingering in her poon.  Road traffic whizzing and rumbling by awoke him.  Daylight was coming on faster.

	His balls ached.  His cock tingled.  His thighs were sore.  He wondered if other peoples who had Minding Devices had the same problems?  He chuckled to himself, stretched, and continued cooking down Cook Highway.
	At the cut-off to Nine Mile Canyon Jay made the turn.  He wasn’t going the whole way up the Canyon, just mid way.  At the top was a camp site area.  In the middle was a fire road to a remote rustic campsite.  Once there, Jay stripped off his clothes (again) and checked the water spigot at the campsite.  Surprisingly it worked!  He took a quick needful bath, then checked the so-so cabin.

	The cabin checked out—all was well.  The cabin was the only structure to the site area, there was nothing inside the cabin but broken furniture and empty cans.  Jay pulled out the Denneral family as well as Wendy.  They were fed and watered and then washed down.  Of course, washing them down got him hard—again.
	Wendy was first.  While washing her down he kissed on her, cupped her ass and squeezed her nude body to his.  Then laid her out in the shade by the communal picnic area.  The elevation was some 4,000 feet so it was mildly cooler, much more so in the shade of the surrounding pines.
	With the Minding Device Jay managed the girl’s mind, subduing it so as Jay could undo her bindings and have his way with her without restraints.  Wendy made some whimperings but was otherwise okay.  Jay slid his penis against her and made slow gentle love.
	When the orgasmic bliss was moments away Jay cupped the girl’s ass with one hand and stepped up the pace that was fucking.  Wendy screwed up her sweet sweat streaked face, whimpered a little louder, and then seemed to also get into the groove that was sex.
	It wasn’t “cum” that was expelled from Jay’s cock onto Wendy’s cunt, clear-milky white substance instead.  It still thrilled his cock just the same.  He pumped until he was empty and the orgasm curbed.  He was close, as close as ever to making vaginal penetration.  He didn’t know really what was stopping him.  His cock grinded against the girl’s slit until he couldn’t stand it no more and went to the water spigot to rinse off.
	A little rest was required.  David James came around but was too befuddled to really know what was going on or to be a problem.  Kami also came around, sat up and looked around with a very confused look upon her sweet face.  The kids’ mother, Michelle, was also sitting up, she stared at her naked children and it was clear that she was slow to recognize them.
	The heat of the day came but camped out in the shade of pines it was tolerable.  Lightly Jay loved on Wendy some more.  He was hard pressed to keep from poking the girl.  Her asshole was just as virginal as was her cunny, so just in the mouth he was able to get his jollies.
	But Kami wasn’t virginal.
	Jay took Kami to the rickety picnic table and positioned her there on.  He then went to his knees, opened the girl’s legs and began tonguing out her bald poon.  He loved a young girl’s poon; hairless and soft, supple, smooth, virginal.  While licking he stuffed a finger into the girl’s poop chute; her legs thrashed about wildly, she clung to the edge of the table but otherwise was manageable.

	Jay’s cock slid effortlessly into the girl’s poon.  He was glad Digger and Lefty had gotten to fuck her, to have their last good fuck in a young virgin girl.  With Kami’s cunt well broken in for him, Jay easily pumped but was still satisfied with a cock snug cunt.  He figured it would be the same after Jessie’s nephew (PJ) broke in Wendy for him.
	After giving Kami another hellacious load of his liquid love, Jay pumped until he was pumped out, then leaned against the edge of table holding up one of Kami’s legs watching his liquid love ooze out of her.
	‘David James, come here.” Jay called to the girl’s brother.  The befuddled youth readily complied and ambled his lanky nude self over.
	‘Lick your sister’s pussy.’ Jay said.
	David James stared at his sister’s quiver quim, then complied with the command.  Jay was turned on by the boy licking out his sister’s cunt, he pressed his member against the boy’s head, fucking his ear and the grinding all over the youth’s head.
	When DJ himself had wood, Jay conveyed to him via the minding device to “fuck” his sister.  DJ stood and indeed had a tremendous hard-on.  He rubbed it against Kami’s swollen love entrance and then steadily made entry.  Jay caressed the boy’s ass while he did so and when he was fully in and pumping, Jay humped against the boy’s ass.
	After filling his sister’s sweet cunt with his pre-teen brotherly love juices, Jay commanded the boy to clean Kami’s cunt again.  While DJ lapped up his own juices, Jay humped the back of the boy’s bobbing head!
	When Kami’s cunt was clean, Jay was raging hard.  His mind was in overload.  He had DJ stand aside while he himself raised Kami’s legs and poked her bung hole.  For effect, he had DJ get up to his sister’s face; then had the girl suck her brother.  It helped Jay keep a steady boner and he fucked Kami’s asshole until he couldn’t fuck no more.
	Of course he did, but needed over an hour to recover.  

	Another day was coming to a close.  Jay didn’t relish the idea of traipsing down the canyon road in the dark.  The windows of the VW bus were pretty grimy and no amount of water and scrubbing would get them clean.  They were bad enough to see thru during the day.  Jay didn’t really like night driving anyways, lights of other vehicles blinded him and distorted his vision.
	How long had he been out of touch with Jessie?  Two days, three?  He usually made some sort of contact with the naughty aunt at least once a day.  There was a lot of strange shit going on in their city and he didn’t want to put any undue worry on her about him.

	There was a penchant for screwing around with Jessie’s nephew, PJ.  Jay had gotten his hard schlong up the youngster’s corn chute courtesy of his aunt’s help.  Jay knew then that it was okay to fully enjoy the youth.  And he did.  He still preferred girls over all, but young boys were okay, too.
	And so was David James.  He wasn’t actually too old, he was eleven.  He was as tall as any eleven year old should be, but skinnier, wiry.  Jay preferred him on his hands and knees, face down—ass up.  But he had buggered the boy at least twice that way already.  So Jay positioned the boy on his back having him pull his own legs back.  As Jay slid his prong into th boy’s pooper, Jay had Kami come sit on her brother’s face and help hold the legs back.
	It made for a very nice “scene.”  Kami’s well fucked cunt sitting on her brother’s face.  The eight year old was more “aware” than before, but Jay still had her under control.  She squirmed as she sat on her brother’s face, holding his legs back at the ankles.  Jay put it to the boy she sat on to lick her pussy some more.
	It all helped Jay stuff the boy’s hole to his delight.

	Another hour and then some was needed to recover.  For more effect, Jay had the young Kami lay down on her brother’s sweaty dirty body and lick his corn chute clean.  Jay had expelled another load of gooey clear liquid cum.  But there was a lot of it.  As she licked, Jay fucked her face and had her suck him clean, too.
	David James was aware-very aware, of what was happening.  But he didn’t seem to be upset by it.  He was “going with the flow.”  He licked his sister’s cunt, the crack, and smoldering funk hole.  His hands about her legs, rubbing her butt and getting a terrific boner.  The boner grinded against Kami’s chest and at length exploded.
	Jay washed himself off and let the kids be.

	Evening type time came to be.  Jay constructed a campfire and got out the hotdogs.  The sodas he had in an ice chest were okay, but the ice had melted.  The Minding Device hardly needed use, Wendy and Denneral children were in compliance to Jay’s verbal commands and were subdued enough not to be a security risk.
	The mother, however, Jay did not trust.  Not fully.  But, her mind was virtually mindless.  Too much had happened overworking her delicate mind to the point whereas she could go either way.  That was dangerous.  Luckily, though, Jay still had command of her (via the Device.)

	Butt naked the Denneral mother wasn’t bad.  It was her mountain woman 1930s clothing that had put her out of place.  Jay “put it to her” a couple of hours after boning her children.  His cock had still not quite fully recovered but was tolerable.  Michelle made facial expressions as Jay’s cock worked her into a sexual frenzy.  Surprisingly her cunny was still snug, a little loose but Jay found ways whereas the poon clamped nicely about his prong and he could fuck well.
	A coyote came right up to the edge of the campsite as Jay was in the middle of shagging the mother.  Jay slowed a moment and watched the gray desert dweller.  The coyote lowered its head, sniffed the dirt and locked eyes with Jay.  Jay grabbed up a palm sized rock and threw it at the animal.  The non-domesticated dog fled quickly.  Jay, though, figured it was just out of sight, in the shadows of the night, and out of thrown-rock reach, too.
	Jay continued screwing Michelle and giving her his absolute all.
	He stood nimbly at the spigot letting the cool water wash his aching cock and balls.  He took a moment to once more wash the mother and her kids.  Then, for security’s sake, he tied their hands and feet.  Device or no, he trusted no one.
	David James and his sister were placed back inside the micro bus, Jay secured the mother to the picnic table and covered her with a blanket.  The doors to the bus were closed but the windows were cranked open for air circulation.  Jay slept nakedly with a light blanket over him and a large tree limb by his side.
	Totally spent and utterly exhausted he went off to sleep quickly.

	Surprisingly, nothing happened thru the night.
	Jay awoke an hour before sunrise.  It was cold.  He stoked the fire and got a fresh one started, took a nice long healthy piss and found his cock still reeling from all the previous day’s “attention.”  But it was tolerable.
	Ms. Denneral had peed and pooped.  The pee Jay could handle, but the fecal matter was another matter.  He used a rag he had found in the shack-cabin, then used dirt to really do a clean job along with water.  The woman barely made any notice.
	Afterwards, Jay was horny again.
	There was the business of feeding and watering the others, though.
	Both David James and sister Kami had peed thru the night.  Jay spent some time cleaning them before breakfast.  With the Minding Device Jay managed the family’s already frapped minds to where they were capable of feeding themselves.  Jay discovered the more he dinked with the idiosyncrasies of the Device, the more he learned he could do.

	He didn’t care for the Zombie mode the Device rendered the family, allowing them to be more free and themselves—but still controllable and under HIS control.  Which was perfect!
	In so doing—the allowing them to be more free and themselves, the family’s minds didn’t completely unravel and they became more aware.  That was not entirely a bad thing, but Jay was cautious just the same.
	Being aware was one thing, being able to communicate another.  That was okay, too.  The family saw one another, was aware of their dire circumstances; but were unable to communicate, to speak or act out against the one who control them.
	Jay was cool with that.
	After breakfast he put them (and his cock) thru their paces again.  

	Double teaming Michelle Denneral was good, the woman’s son pegging her snatch while Jay took the backdoor.  It was good and better as Jay strove to attain a “rhythm”.  He pumped his jollies full and at length pulled out and while David James continued fucking his mother’s cunt, Jay stuffed himself in along side the boy’s dong, too!
	Jay didn’t cum.  His cock was not in agony but it was “out.”
	Young DJ didn’t unload, either.  
	Jay wasn’t through, though; he repositioned DJ on his mother, placing the boy’s barely-there-hair balls nestled into his mother’s mouth.  The boy was commanded to lick his mother very hairy cunt.  Meanwhile, Jay stuffed the boy’s bung hole while Kami lay nearby fingering out her snatch!
	When a gusher load of hot sticky gooey spunk once more rivered out of Jay’s piss slit and David James’ corn chute, Kami Elizabeth was commanded to go down and give her brother’s clenching hole a cleaning.  Jay rested and watched, peed on the girl’s lily white freckled ass and was about to get a hellacious nut when…

	A searing blinding light pierced his skull; right into his twisted mind.  It numbed him totally; there was a deafening ringing in his ears and even his eyes!  He had no idea what was going on, all he could do was lay on the ground curling up controllably.
	At length there were voices.
	At more length there were bodies to go with the voices.  Jay struggled desperately without showing it to determine what the fuck was going on.

	“I don’t see a Device,” said a male voice, “there might not be one.”
	“You think they’re acting on their own?” spoke a female voice.
	“Could be.” then, “lot of that shit going around.” said the male voice dryly.  There were feet scuffling around Jay’s body, then, “See if you can find some ID in that van.” 
	Jay’s sight began to clear, sort of.  He saw a figure dashing off to his ride.  The male partner stooped down and patted the bare rump of Kami.  Jay’s arms were about his face, concealing the fact that he could see.  It was a man.  A uniformed man, a ranger—park ranger man.  He watched his partner rummaging thru the battleship gray VW micro bus, then patted Kami’s ass again.
	Jay could just barely see the man finger fucking Kami’s cummy asshole.  He thought he heard a moan—from the ranger man.
	“Hey,” called out the partner, “got some ID, here.”
	Oh shit.

	“Jay Kalvin Kommer, One Thirty-Three West Heighton Street.”
	Shit-shit and double shit.
	“Any ID on these others?”
	“No, and it’s pretty soiled in there.”
	Jay could just see the female ranger; short, reddish blond, nice tits.
	“I’ll call it in.” the male said.
	Triple shit.
	The ranger man moved out of eyesight and away.  The female talked lightly to Michelle, ran her hand thru David Jame’s hair and even Jay’s.  Jay could see her scanning the entire site; he saw, too, that she had her hand on her weapon.
	Jay had a weapon, too; but he couldn’t quite remember where it was exactly.  He still had no idea what had happened to him, a major headache was coming on him strongly.  The woman ranger was talking to him but he had no idea what the fuck she was saying.
	The male ranger had come back and he was speaking, too; Jay had no idea what he was saying, either.  He lay as he had fallen, curled up and fending off being horribly sick.  He felt a big shit coming, and it felt that his bowels were liquid.  
	The woman ranger left and went out of sight.  The male ranger squatted and ran his hand thru Jay’s thrashed hair.  Jay didn’t move or make a sound, he feigned being dead, or terribly-terribly stunned.

	The male ranger then turned his attention back to Kami and her naked ass.  Jay could just barely see as his face was on the warm sand, his eyes peering thru the tiny hairs on his crossed arms; but the male ranger began caressing Kami’s ass.
	“Hey, Shaun,” called out the female ranger from afar, “I’m going to have to take the truck up the hill aways to get a better signal.”
	“All right, fine.” said Shaun, who seemed a little irritated. 
	Jay heard a truck fire up, back up, then rumble away.  Funny, he hadn’t heard it sneak up on his ass earlier!  Oh well…
	After the female ranger had finally gone, Shaun got more friendlier with Kami’s ass.  His caressing became more intense and suddenly he was positioning himself behind her!  He unzipped his uniform green trousers and fished out his cock.  Jay saw that it was hard.  Shaun pressed it against Kami’s ass, gouging it up and down the crack, grinding against the girl’s crack and soon was pumping.  Into what “hole” Jay didn’t know.
	Just as the man was at the apex of his deed, another brilliant blinding light overwhelmed Jay.  It overwhelmed the man, too.  He fell twitching and cringing to the ground in a horrendous convulsive state.  To Jay, the light only temporarily affected him and he saw running down the side of the dirt hill by the campsite area the female ranger—and she was pissed!
	She screamed at the convulsing man and Jay saw in her hand she had a small object, black it was and square.  She kicked the man and a huge strand of man spunk arched in the air.  A great gob of cum was heavily anointed to Kami’s asshole.
	The ranger woman, Sharon, aped up on her partner, Shaun.
	That gave Jay time to re-locate his OWN device.
	With his mind so frapped it was difficult to remember, and he didn’t.  
	Sharon pulled out another device, not to effect the mind but just the body—a tazer.  Shaun flipped out and convulsed even more, before choking and then settling into a twitch that died down.
	Sharon was highly emotional and that worried Jay.  Her emotions would supercede his Minding Device, rendering it virtually useless until she calmed down enough.
	Jay managed to relocate his item, under the picnic table.  He was several feet away and he knew better than to make a run for it, he would be hit by the ranger’s counter-acting mind altering device.  But the ranger woman continued to berate her partner, kicking his lifeless body, sobbing, cussing, “how could you” and “you hypocrite bastard” as well as “I fucking trusted you!” and a few other statements.

	Her words, however, fell to dead ears.
	Dead.
	Dead-dead-dead.
	After kicking her ranger partner a few more times and he no longer responded, Sharon dropped down to check his pulse at the neck, then the wrist.  She freaked when she found none.  She fell back onto her ass, Jay saw that at that point she let go of her device.  She still was “armed”, however.
	Scooting back on her butt like a crab, Sharon was in a panic.  She had killed Shaun.  Of course, the hypocritical bastard deserved to die.  The deed still made Sharon ill and she turned to one side to vomit.
	Jay took that moment to scurry to the picnic table, grab HIS device and…
	‘Stand up.’ He gulped, sweated, and looked elsewhere for him to bolt and hide.  How far a range did the ranger’s device go?
	For a moment, nothing.  The ranger woman continued to hurl, sickened by the deed she had done.
	‘STAND UP!’ Jay conveyed stronger the second time.
	He watched as the woman, like Wendy had done at the pizzeria, shook her head, slung it about; then went somewhat still.  Then, slowly, she stood.
	Jay breathed relief.  But…
	‘Uhm, back up.’ to the shade.
	The ranger woman in her early thirties did so—much to Jay’s joy.
	‘Undo your shirt.’  
	She had her back to him but was indeed undoing her shirt.
	When with what little breeze there was the shirt flaps billowed, Jay smiled.  There was one more “test” to go.
	‘Undo your pants, take ‘em down—to your ankles.’
	Compliance!
	Jay smiled, this was going to work out after all!