August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 41
Temporarily Disillusioned

Who’s woods these are—they can keep them!  Part II
	Pears, berries that gave you shits but seemed alright otherwise, and potatoes.  It wasn’t much of a diet but it kept them from starving.  Other plant varieties there were, too—but the kids weren’t too much into those—spinach, kale, radishes, and berries with stickers on them.  The potatoes were found as a fluke as Jill was getting enough of the plants “leaves” that she pulled up the entire plant.  She discovered potatoes growing.  None of the kids had any idea that potatoes grew underground!
	Eating a spud raw is okay; better if baked, boiled, fried, and layered in butter/sour cream, or pussy juice.  (er, the latter is my personal preference…)
	The kids observed one another—one another, doing their “partner” as well as themselves.  Curiosity abound.  Jack and Jill were the first to be “observed”; after hanging at the pond at the bottom of the gully the kids continued trying to find where they were and get home.  They came to another pond and it was there that they (Jill) found the potatoes.  No fire, no one knew exactly how to make one so the spuds were devoured raw.  The water was fresh and the kids all did they best they could at cleaning themselves.
	Thereafter, Jack and Jill sat close together as did Devin and Jolene.
	Jolene was the first to nod off.  Devin snuggled up behind her, his favorite position.  Darkness came and he saw Jack and Jill laying down and assumed that they were sleeping.
	Sorta.
	They HAD been sleeping, but awoke in one of those “horny” state of being.  Gently Jack caressed Jill’s side, as they like DJ and Jolene liked sleeping on their sides with the gal snuggled up into her boy.  After some snuggling, cuddling, fondling—the ever popular backdoor humping ensued—followed by more popular Missionary!

	They hurried into the lovemaking, then slowed and grinded together for some few minutes before switching and engaging in the reverse popular version of the Missionary.  Here, Jack squeezed Jill’s ass and drove his bone DEEP into the girl’s cunny.  Jill straddled him and plough her cunny down onto the shaft slamming up into her!
	And on and on they went until both enjoyed a very nice combined orgasm.  Both shuddered, both clung to one another during the few intense moments of orgasmic bliss.  Jill rested her head on her lover, Jack continued caressing her ass and backside (mostly her ass.)
	Devin found himself with an amazing erection.  It DID pulse, it DID throb.  His desires to stuff himself into “Lizzie” filled him, he thought of other girls, too—lots of girls, and a couple of teachers!  Devin James had crossed over to the side of perversion!
	Some time passed and it was noon.  The group had not moved from where they had found suitable sanctuary.  DJ had not told of the “whatever” creepy thing that had come some nights before hand to spook him and his sister—didn’t seem relevant.  Once more Jack and Jill were “observed” coupling.  DJ sat not too far away, quietly stroking his aching pud.  Jack slowly moved his amazing cunt pleasing cock in and out of Jill; pulling out all the way and resting it on her pussy, grinding against the entrance before slipping back in to continue his humping.
	When at length he had finished, Jack lay off to one side of Jill.  Jill fingered her throbbing/tingling cunny, biting her lower lip in as her orgasm had not been fulfilled.  Jack’s “jackson” remained a little stiff, but it was not stiff enough to make another entry.
	“I think DJ wants to bone you.” Jack whispered to Jill.
	Jill blushed, grinned, and jiggled all over.
	One hand continued busying itself down at her cunny, the other moved to her chest where her fingers tweaked her sensitive nipples.  She shrugged.
	“You want him to?” Jack asked.
	“Do you?”
	Jill shrugged, she turned her head to look at the goofy boy.  He was okay; lanky, goofy face, goofy face, lanky.  But he had a boner, a big one.  Jill kinda gushed and rolled her shoulders; she, too, was no worse for what had happened to her involving the Bastards.
	Goofy, lanky Devin James ambled over, on his hands and knees, and positioned himself on top of Jill.  Gently he invaded her cunny by Jill’s own hand!  Timidly she caressed his ass as he sank himself fully into her.  She was instantly tantalized and felt odd stirrings of satisfaction straightaway!

	Right as Devin began to cum, Jack noted that Jolene was watching.  Sunlight gently caressed the young nude girl, she was lightly fingering her sex, laying on her side watching.  No expression on her face detecting whether or not she was upset that her brother was boffing someone else other than her or what.
	Jolene, though, was cool with it as after her brother got his nuts off, sat up and noticed that he had been “noticed” he indicated to her with a head nod to come over.  She did.
	Jill sat up fingering herself, staring at Devin’s cum squirter, smiling and chewing on her lower lip, glowing.  Jack sat with a raging boner, stroking and stroking, staring at naked Jolene…

	With gentle determination Jack made vaginal entry to Jolene.  She made some faces as his cock was a bit bigger than what she had gotten used to but she “took it” just the same.  She eventually got used to the doinking and soon took on BOTH boys at the same time!  (not in the same hole, one in her cunny and one in her pooper.)
	Jill received the boys at the same, too—the same way.
	The girls DID take on the boys’ cocks in the same hole, the mouth hole!  Both girls began earnestly taking Jack and Devin’s cock to their mouths, sucking them dry at the same time.  It was a kick.
	More kicks came as in the days that followed—Jack and Devin scouted for other food sources.  The creek that had been so-so in the gully, making small ponds and the like finally made a more substantial appearance.  There were fishes in the creek, crawdads and other assorted “Cajun-like” treats.  The boys were only interested in the fish.  They had managed creating a fire, by the luck of finding some matches at an abandoned wooded campsite.  (they found some torn panties, jeans, and a porno magazine, too.)
	The porno mag was one of girl-on-girl and guy-on-guy.  The boys got instant boners but it wasn’t clear what they were hard about—the girls or the guys!
	Trapping the fishes was one thing, gutting and trimming was something else (without a knife.)  Devin, though, had paid a little attention in school, when it came to the Indians (American).  There had been at one time a LOT of Indians in his farmland area and they had left quite a history—along with arrowheads.
	Though there were no arrowheads to be had where Jack and Devin were, they did find suitable stones that with a little trimming from other stones made suitable cutting stones.

	After capturing bare handed some fishes and subsequently cleaning them, the boys rested.  The girls were gathering berries (they give you the shits!) and whatever else they could find.  The day was late but still plenty of daylight to make their way back safely to camp.  Jack perused over the porno mag, masturbating as he did so.  The boys were used to being nude together, screwing the girls, and cumming off into the girls’ mouth at the same time—which meant standing close together whereas their bare skin touched.
	But so far, in the three days the boys had known one another, neither had engaged in sexual relations with one another.  (same for the girls.)  but then the boys hadn’t really been ALONE together with a porno mag enticing them.
	Devin whacked himself and seemed in agony as he strove to “get off.”
	Jack laid out on the warm sand by the creek pleasing himself, but was also unable to “get off.”  
	“Shit,” he said.
	“What?”
	“I wish the girls were here.”
	Devin agreed with a nod of his head, he gripped his dick harder and stroked faster.
	“This aint gettin’ it,” said Jack.
	Devin agreed again, with another head nod.
	Pausing a moment, Jack licked his lips, breathed hard, and concentrated on what he had to say, “You do me, I’ll do you.” he quipped.
	Devin paused to think about it—for a couple of seconds.  He nodded and scooted over.  The only options the boys had for “relief” was mouth hole, asshole.  Jack turned over and presented his ass.  Asshole.  Ass up, cheeks spread, face in the dirt.  Devin cinched himself up, looked around for security-embarrassment sake, then stuffed himself into Jack’s willing hole.
	Forrest then found that Jack was not 100% an anal virgin.  Though unlike Devin whose Pa butt fucked the boy during disciplinary action(s), Jack sodomized himself!  He did!  Usually it was the toilet plunger.  The boy was curious about what “sodomy” and “butt fucking” was about.  He found lubing up the wooden stick of the plunger helped with “insertion.”
	He also used a flashlight—one of those metallic black flashlight the police use.  Screwdriver handles, the handle of a baseball bat, and soda pop bottles.  But nothing took the place of being reamed in the ass by a throbbing hard cock!

	The Bastards who had raped him hadn’t been gentle, he had been fucked by them both—one was better than the other.  The Italian-biker Bastard had been rough—very rough.  The Bald Bastard wasn’t too bad.  When being scrogged by the Bald Bastard, Jack found some pleasure.
	Some.
	He didn’t want to admit it.  And he guessed, too, that if it weren’t for the presence of Jill being raped and tortured sexually and the sheer roughness of the ordeal, then being reamed in the ass wouldn’t have been so bad.
	Hmmmm

	Jack’s cum oozed out of Devin’s rectum.  The sunshine warmed the nude boy’s ass nicely and Jack felt flushed.  Not a “sickly” flushed, but his body energy totally drained as he pulled his schlong free of the boy’s well fucked hole.  
	Butt fucking wasn’t so bad.  Both boys enjoyed getting off on “getting off.”  They decided to keep it to themselves, though.  They toyed with only their own puds and didn’t contemplate servicing one another any other way.
	They were curious about “giving head”; the taste of the Bastards’ cocks still remained in their mouths.  The boys slipped into the creek for a revitalization and came close together in some light frolicking.  Jack once more spread his cheeks as he came up onto the shore.  Devin took the offering, cinching up to the offered ass, dragging his hard cock up and down the boy’s crack.
	Suddenly a scream was heard.  Two screams.

*

	Jill wasn’t sure what it was she tasted, but it was green and looked sort of familiar (some crap her mother often served at dinner.)  No malts, no fries, no cheeseburgers—green crud that tasted like crud.  But, it was better than starving.  
	Jolene had the same luck, nothing familiar in the way of good eats she was used to, but being a “farmgirl” she had to nosh on veggies or go without.  

	Both girls had thoughts to themselves, the Bastards still weighed on their minds despite their efforts to push them into utter darkness.  The girls mostly tried to think of the boys, the sex, and getting back home.  Jolene knew that she’d get a beating from her Pa for getting lost, although more likely poor DJ would get his ass beaten raw despite being abused by the Bastards—somehow their Pa would blame the boy and take it out on the boy for getting his sister abused.
	Jill wasn’t sure how her folks would react.  They would most assuredly blame Jack for leading her off into the woods.  Time was needed to come up with a good plan to parlay to the adults.  
	The girls came together after collecting various foods and made their way back to their camp, the boys were supposedly fishing.
	“I bet they’re goofing off, sleeping--” chuckled Jolene.
	“Or they are--” giggled and blushed Jill.
	Jolene knew what she meant.
	“Do you think they are?”
	Jolene shrugged, she didn’t know for sure and didn’t really believe the boys would be that naughty.  But they might!
	They came to their camp and dropped their goods, then saw them.
	Looking up the girls saw not one but TWO Creeps.  Just standing there in the woods.  They were tall, grey cloaked, TALL, and with the most horrendous faces the girls had ever seen.  Jill was able to make a suitable description later for Forrest and he, too, could see thru the girl’s eyes when peeking thru for her story.
	A pair of Creeps, Ancients, First Ones.
	The girls screamed.
	Jack and Devin were there in minutes.
	The boys had never seen such creatures.  The minotaurs ravaging the country was one thing, the creepy Creeps were something else all together.  A moment did the boys stand in shock, then they grabbed up some rocks and tree branches and began hurling them to the two menacing creatures.
	The “creatures” responded with Screeching.  It was a tactic used in debilitating the minotaurs.  It did pretty well against the kids, too.  The Screeching from the Creeps didn’t actually harm the four lost naked children, but it frightened them enough that they scattered (and how!)

	It was near evening type time before Jack and Jill fell in utter exhaustion along a dry creek bed.  Just beyond lay an expanse of dry desert.  Jack’s legs ached terribly—terribly.  His feet were all cut up and bruised by his naked trek—other parts of his body had suffered same.

	Jill was likewise.
	 Night time type critters began flittering about; every fiber in his being hurt.  It felt like he was in fire internally.  They weren’t minotaurs he had seen, he didn’t know WHAT the fuck they were.  And that screeching!  He could do without that.
	It was then taking a breath that Jack noted the lack of presence of Devin James and his sister, Jolene.
	“Fuck!” he blurted.
	“What?” asked Jill turning just her face.
	“DJ and Jolene, they aint with us.”
	Jill sat up.  “Shit, what happened to them?”
	“I don’t know, after those creepy creatures screamed at us, we all split.”
	“Shit.”
	“Yeah.” he toyed with his pud, the only thing on his body that didn’t hurt!  He was hungry, thirsty, dirty, and ached all over.  
	“What’ll we do now?” almost whined Jill.
	“Fuck if I know.”
	Jill sat up, fingered her pussy “just because” then looked around.  Looking at to the desert she cocked her pretty head, she didn’t recall a “desert” being anywhere in their area.  “That’s not right.” she proclaimed.
	Jack had to agree, but “There it is.”
	The kids cuddled for the rest of the night, at times it was hard to sleep due to their severely aching bodies and the nightlife critters who wouldn’t shut up.  Eventually they did and didn’t awaken until way after sun up.

	The following day it was certain that traipsing out in the desert would be a BAD idea.  Kinda.  They went back into the interior of the woods, keeping watch out for creepy creatures (Creeps) as well as for Devin and Jolene.  It was then that the both of them had had enough of the adventure and wanted to go home.
	At noon of that same day—they ran into Devin and his sister.
	The girls hugged one another, the boys almost did but held off at the last moment.  Nothing much to tell, the brother and sister had simply bolted when the creepy creatures had started screeching at them and they crossed the creek and kept going.  After spending the night in the hollow of a tree they made their way back across the creek and…
	The kids were glad to have re-encountered one another and after calming down moved in silence thru the woods, encountering their next encounter mid afternoon.

	There was a creepy feeling the four had about them that none of them could shake.  The Creeps rested high on their list, being lost and fear of going home to be bitched at rather than thankful for getting back home.  Along a small nature path they came across some torn garments, and some ripped basic white panties!
	Hmmmm
	Going on they encountered their next encounter.
	In a small-small clearing there was a girl, a teenage girl, strung up.
	She was alive, naked, and suspended by her hands with her feet two feet from the ground.  A gag was in her mouth and her ankles tied tightly together, too.  A rock suspended by a rope weighted down the girl’s feet keeping her from flailing about so.
	Her teenage titties were tied up harshly as well.
	And OBJECTS were jammed into her cunny and asshole!
	To say the least the girl was a little freaked out, deranged, and just how long she had been “suspended” was unknown.  Forrest tried seeing thru her mind’s eye what had all happened to her, but the images were unclear and she needed much more time to rest and recover.  Forrest tried repeatedly day after day, sometimes allowing a couple of days to pass before trying—each succeeding time he found the same “clouds” in her mind.  He determined at length that the “clouds” were be there for a long-long time.
	Anyways, the boys had a hell of a time getting the poor teen un-suspended.  Whoever had suspended her had taken the time to really do a good job.  (and as soon as the boys touched the naked girl, they got hard-ons and the girl freaked out!)
	She was a pretty girl, reddish brown hair, brown eyes, about 18 yrs young.  Not too tall, slender, slightly furry cunt, a few freckles here and there, and naked.
	Once un-suspended the boys laid the girl out, she was greatly relieved to be down from the tree limb, just how long she had been suspended was unknown.  The boys rubbed her shoulders and arms—and got harder and harder and harder!
	Jammed up in the girl’s pussy and asshole were candles.
	BIG candles, not the skinny slender diameter ones but BIG candles.  The one up the girl’s asshole was the biggest and most difficult to remove.  The one in her pussy wasn’t too tremendously big but it was a tight fit just the same.
	Jammed up into her cunny, too, was a Christian medallion, a cross.

	*At length, Forrest managed to see glimpses of the tortured teen’s life; she had run away from a mountain home life and joined a religious organization.  She had become a novice nun.  After a year or so she was unhappy with that life as well and took a walk to reflect and contemplate.  It was then that she had captured-kidnapped by a pair of bandits.
	On closer inspection, Forrest saw that it was none other than the gruesome twosome, Baldy Bastard and Italian-biker Bastard!  The two raped and sexually tortured the novice nun, fairly close to her convent.  Where the candles came from was unclear but after dragging the girl into the woods and sexually assaulting her, they crammed the candles into her body, suspended her in a tree; whipped her and then left her.
	Once the “objects” were removed the teen felt MUCH better and didn’t fight the naked boys as much.  She was deranged and confused.  Undoing the ropes was the next task and a difficult one.  The ropes about her breasts took a little time as the rope(s) went around each bodacious 28B sized mound, then about her neck, down her backside and up between her legs to tie about the breasts some more before encircling her neck.
	The ropes securing her hands was the most difficult and the boys were unable to remove them.  Had they knives or even the rocks they had used to cut/gut the fishes the day before would have helped.  And by the girl’s positioning/suspension, her arms had to remain behind her backside.  The rope(s) about her breasts, though, were removed.
	Other sharp rocks were found but the rope was of some sort of pain-in-the-ass rope that defied being cut.  Their was nothing more to do, the girl needed “cleaning” up—which was gross to the boys.  Jill and Jolene weren’t too keen on the clean up, either.
	But once the teen WAS cleaned up, by Jack and Jolene, the teenage girl was better.  She was fed and watered and then needed cleaning again as she soiled herself, like a baby.  It was gross.  Disgusting.  Sickening.  But mostly gross.  
	Not much happened thereafter, the group lived in the forest a week or more, finding various food stuffs to keep them surviving.  The ropes about the teenage girl’s hands remained with only a few strands of the thick SHIP rope being cut.  The girl never spoke a word—her mind locked into that Vow of Silence thing.  
	The boys fucked the girls, the girls fucked the boys.  The boys fucked one another but not in the presence of the girls.  They eventually began fondling one another’s prick while in the midst of sodomy and ultimately sucked one another (off), too.

	In the middle of the second week they came into the vicinity of Peach Tree.  They were taken in and welcomed.  Forrest uncovered the teenage girl’s Name after an extensive search thru her muddled mind:  Arynn Lynn Galt.  She was actually 16 years young.  No other information was available.  Her hands were finally unbound.  She wasn’t regarded as a “threat” but Forrest didn’t trust her, not explicitly.  She could “snap” at any time without warning.  His special “minding” techniques wouldn’t work on her, she would have to be watched until she “came around.”
	Jack and Jill, Devin James (DJ) and his sister, Jolene, were welcomed into the family of Peach Tree.  They were fed, bathed, had their wounds treated, and the hard-up boys met with some of the girls of Peach Tree.  Jill and Jolene were “visited” by some of the boys of Peach Tree.
	Forrest visited Arynn (Erin).
	All was good and it would be awhile again before any new visitors would arrive.  

*

	The sun rose, the sun set.  The moon rose, the moon set.  Thoughts of dread were inescapable.  There was nothing to do, though, but wait.  The contemplation of making for the “lights” filled him, but he knew that he was in no shape to make the trek.  Just how far away those lights were was really unknown, in the desert-scape the distance could be tricky and fooling.  So they would wait.  And wait.  And wait some more.
	For forever how long it would take?
	Uncertain.  A week, a month?
	John thought maybe about a week.  Surely it couldn’t take THAT long to reach the lights that could be seen at night.  On the dawn of the third day and Jay hadn’t made an appearance, John thought the worst.  Jay’s friend, Jessie, thought so, too.  She kept it to himself and kept vigil atop the highest boulder she could perch on.  John and his family plus Jessie’s remained down in the quarry site, either in the shelter of the cave or in the pool of water.  The water remained fresh and clear, there were plants to eat, and that was about it.
	There was the sex, but not as much as they had been.
	John came to sit on the rock with Jessie for awhile—until it got too hot and they had to move to the shade.  Occasionally John sought pleasures with Jessie, using his Mind Altering Device he used on his family.  Jessie was compliant and none the wiser, but of course, she was naughty on her own right anyways, but with the missing friend (Jay) she was blue.

**
	Not far away from the rock quarry/pond site, Music Professor Thomas Wainwright (III) waited, too.  Waiting with him was:  nine year old Becky, Susannah, Lucien, Pia Minnt and her brother Chin Soo.  One big happy bunch.
	Where was Jay?  Had it made it back to the quarry site like he said?  Had some tragedy befallen him?  The music professor could only ponder his fate, sitting idle in the shade of the so-so trees.  Where he himself was he did not know, where new found friend Jay Zomma was—he did not know.  What would happen to him in the fine mess he had gotten himself in—unknown as well.
	His intent had solely to have Becky Fannigan.  To himself.  To love and hold and molest to his delight.  Susannah was good, too, and Lucien was an after thought, an accident.  Pia, and her brother Chin were chanced encounters.  He would have been happier with just Becky.  Of course, with the others there was more of his love (cream) to go around!  He did so enjoy eyeing the young kids in their raw state.  See the girls stand with their legs apart to pee.  
	But still, the Professor of Music fretted.  It was hot, food and water were low and the prospects of surviving the intense heat and desolation dropping low, too.
	Punishment.  He deemed that he was being punished for his naughtiness towards the children.  Suddenly in his mind came when he was but a mere boy—was he twelve?  Thirteen?  Older?  Younger?  He could recall exactly, not exactly—only that he was in the Headmaster’s private office, with his trousers down.  Up against the Headmaster’s desk he was, his dress shirt up and his bare behind being “punished.”  Harshly.
	His arms were stretched out across the desk being smacked by the Headmaster’s mistress—er, Headmistress, assistant, or something like.  If he moved his hands OR body too much, the Mistress sent down a flurry of smacks to his palm’s up hands with her thick ruler.
	All the while behind him the Headmaster assailed his bare behind with a same-like ruler, followed by a strap, bare hand, and some other object that cause immense pain and discomfort.
	Then, when young Wainwright stood—he had an erection!
	The Headmistress came around and SMACKED the head of his erect penis with her ruler.  Thomas’ penis remained stiff as ever AND was cumming off!  All the boy lad could do was stand “erect” himself trying to console his burning ass flesh.  The Headmistress then gripped his testicles and SQUEEZED them!

	But nothing doing, Thomas Wainwright’s cock remained stiff as a board.  He was in agony.  But it was only the beginning for the Headmaster got a piece of string, a piece of LONG string.  He made a loop and placed it about Thomas’ cock head, then strung the string up through Thomas’ legs, up his back and then made a noose about the young lad’s neck.  The string pulled the penis downwards.
	“This will keep your pecker unseen and your posture straight!” chided the Headmaster.  Which was true, sort of.  Thomas had to pull up his trousers keeping his back perfectly straight.  His hard cock, though, had to snake down one side of his trousers’ pant leg.  His shirt was buttoned clear to the top so no one knew his perDICKament.
	Thomas closed his eyes and lightly massaged himself.  Beside him nestled his Becky.  Susannah slept curled up on the warm sand beside him.  There was a breeze, it was warm but not suffering.  He was in a new world, a NEW WORLD.  Jay had spoken of “others” at a rock quarry site where there was water aplenty and water plants that were good enough to eat.  The boy had been gone for…
	For?
	Hmmm, Thomas couldn’t recall, hadn’t the boy just come hours ago?  Or was that yesterday?  No, wait, he came at dawn?  Stayed the day and left at nightfall?
	Pia Minnt Ko stood with her butt facing him a few feet away.  For nine she was pretty, and young.  She was nine but appeared a year or so younger.  Her long silky black hair flowed listlessly and haphazardly in the warm breeze of the mid afternoon.  She was a cutey—not as cute as Becky or Susannah, but cute enough.  She caressed her ass and soon began to pee.
	Thomas cranked his crank and Becky leaned over, wrapped her lips about his 60-something year old cock and sucked him.  Thomas filled his Becky’s mouth and watched as Pia peed, farted, then stepped away from the “puddle” she had created, sat down, folding her legs and watching the desert.
	Thomas filled his Becky’s mouth with his love cream.  He slipped a finger into her bung hole, caressed her ass, then pulled the hot sweaty girl onto his lap, nestling his cock against her sex.  Becky sighed and cuddled and went to sleep.  So did Thomas.

***

I know what you did this Summer!  continued
	If not for the presence of Ruthie, Kyle probably would have proceeded without much ado about it.  But Ruthie WAS there and it made Police Officer Kyle nervous.  Before him on some boxes and covered furniture in the Hamilton basement was Ruthie’s beau, Sam.  Sam was nude.  His clothes off on the floor, laying on his stomach, nude.  Kyle stood with only a slight erection.  There was in him a slight desire to be naughty with the boy, but that meant stepping over virtually the last line of morality.  Already he had LEAPED into outrageous sexual relations with twelve year old naughty Ruthie, his sister in-law.  He had in his possession acquired illegally from his police station’s property room an EMAD, an Electronic Mind Altering Device.  He had screwed his wife using such a device—poking her asshole, spanking her, doing things to her that she would not normally “go for.”
	He also had sunk his bone into the girls’ mother.
	He had watched as Ruthie licked up his cream from not only his cock but her sister’s cunt and AND her mother’s cunt!  
	Then, there was Carolyn Matthers—Ruthie’s private school friend.  Ruthie had it in for Carolyn—the girl herself was not a bad person; the only reason she had gotten Ruthie’s wrath was for her liking Ruthie’s boyfriend.
	And Sam—the boyfriend—received Ruthie’s wrath for liking Carolyn!  Which was how the boy came to be in Ruthie’s family’s basement, naked.
	Ruthie stood nakedly by fingering herself, then her eyes bulged and she made a sort of “Ut-oh face.”
	“What?” asked Kyle.
	“Gotta poop!” Ruthie replied and she quickly hustled off up the stairs as there was no bathroom in the basement.  That left Kyle alone with the naked Sam.  Hmmmm
	Kyle held his pud, his own pud.  It was not quite stiff enough to breech a virgin poop chute.  And he wasn’t so sure that he could anyways—the boy was twelve, almost thirteen actually.  He WAS cute, handsome, and probably an anal virgin.  Kyle had no sexual desires to shag a boy.  He loved girls, young girls, girls his age, girls.
	But with Ruthie gone for the moment…

	He leaned against the boy’s bare ass.  It was Ruthie’s desire to have the boy fucked in the ass AND in the mouth.  Thereafter she wanted the boy to be “aware” so he could enjoy being spanked.  Then Ruthie wanted to mount the boy and fuck him.
	She mentioned, too, something about ripping his balls off.  Kyle wasn’t so sure about that.  did she mean it?
	Closing his eyes he rested his manly manhood against the young boy’s naked bum.  His cock increased in size, pulsed, and there WAS a slight desire to try out the boy’s probable virgin rim.  Kyle found himself sweating—how the hell did he get himself INTO this!
	With his cock lain against the boy’s soft supple ass, it was only inevitable the next thing.  His cock WAS hard, hard-er as Ruthie had left him in privacy—he didn’t know why but it just seemed embarrassing with Ruthie standing nakedly by watching him attempt sodomy of a young boy.
	Just seemed so.
	Slowly Kyle pried the boy’s cheeks open and began sending his cock up and down the warm crack.  The boy didn’t stir and Kyle soon began applying some spittle to the equally warm hole.  With the fingering of said warm spit-laden hole, Kyle determined that the boy WAS an anal virgin.  Kyle had doubts that his mammoth pecker would be able to probe the boy like Ruthie wanted.
	Could he fake it?
	Soon his hands began caressing the boy’s ass, smoothing all over the lad’s backside, up and down the legs and “reaching around” to fondle even the boy’s young pud and balls.
	This only made Kyle’s “pud & balls” excited.  Kyle made a steady attempt at breeching the boy’s rectum.

	Kyle went into the boy, slowly—the mushroom head of his cock making the forced entry.  He was amazed at just how stiff his prong remained.  It did bend some as the rest of the cock shaft began to make continuing entry.
	He tried to think of when he had fucked Ruthie’s asshole, then her sister, Lucy and THEN their mother!  It helped keep his cock stiff.  Carolyn Matthers came to mind, too.  Closing his eyes he continued to breech Sam’s virgin rectum and begin pumping steadily thereafter.

	Kyle’s cock was only in part way when the boy began to moan.  The young boy who was on the verge of teenhood began twisting his body some.  Carolyn had done the same thing.  Kyle stuffed himself deeper into the boy, then pulled all the way, smacked the boy’s ass flesh, spit into the gaping shit hole of Sam, then re-stuffed him for a nice butt fuck.
	It was intense to say the least.  Sam’s tight sphincter tightened up about the invading prong and gave Kyle a reason to live.  A couple of inches of his cock had yet to make full penetration.  That would come in time, he concentrated on pumping into the boy and try as he might to be SLOW about it, he sped up and pumped vigorously.
	Putting his hands on the boy’s ass he pumped steadily, driving his cock in fully.  Sam moaned and was only mildly aware of what was happening to him.  Kyle pushed away those thoughts of decency, he had long ago surpassed such frivolous pesky things.  Screwing Ruthie, doing her mother, doing Ruthie’s friend, Carolyn, and NOW a boy—Kyle had indeed destroyed any sense of any morals he had.
	With the moral issue out of the way, or at least pushed away, Kyle settle on fucking Sam.  He plowed hard and when Sam showed signs of struggle and becoming more and more “aware”, Kyle simply smacked the boy’s ass flesh and drove harder!
	Sweat rolled off of his body, his balls slapped hard and juices trickles down his legs.  His cum finally was screaming out of his piss slit, fully filling Sam’s shit pipe.  Kyle tightened up, straining to get every ounce of his love cream inside the anal tract of the pre-teen as well as every available ounce of pure sexual orgasmic enjoyment.  He could feel his cum surging through his cock.  He hung onto the boy’s side, squeezing the flesh and working himself into a tizzy.
	At last the cum had come.  There was no more.  Sam panted and rubbed his aching ass, trying to finger his smoldering funk hole.  Kyle pulled out and smacked his dick all over the boy’s tortured bum.  He liked it.  He hated to admit it but butt fucking a boy was okay.  He reached around and fondled the lad’s cock, finding it surprising “erect”!  Though he lacked the energy, he rolled the boy over and stared at the lad’s wanker.
	It was then that the urge to “pee” struck Kyle.  There was no bathroom in the basement and the need to pee was great.  Sam wriggled about a little more, Kyle pushed the boy’s legs up, opening them, then peeing on the lad’s sex.
	And Ruthie was there to see it all.  Naturally!

	After draining his “lizard”, Kyle absolutely had no energy left.  His legs were like rubber, he leaned against a box behind him massaging his aching pecking, finally noticing the naked Ruthie standing close by.  She had a BIG smile on her face.
	Kyle knew.
	He sighed and continued toying with his cock, although it was a little dark (and a lot dank) in the basement, he could tell his cock needed some serious cleaning—but he had no energy to traipse up the stairs to the bathroom.  Ruthie ambled over and gazed over Sam.  The boy was coming around but still dazed and confused.  Those two elements kept him controllable and not a problem.
	“So,” said Kyle, “you done with him?”
	Ruthie didn’t reply, she got a little serious and stared at the boy while fingering her poon.  She was mulling it over.  Kyle needed to soak in a tub and to lay off sex for a LONG time.
	Ruthie farted then looked as if she were in some agony.
	“I didn’t poop.” she explained, “and I need to.”
	“So go.” 
	Ruthie smiled and Kyle knew.
	He watched as the girl he thought was so cool, so young, so innocent, so shy climbed up onto Sam’s body.  He shook his head, he couldn’t believe what she was contemplating.  Up-up onto Sam’s naked sweaty body she went, settling her poon right onto the boy’s face.  Raising up some she began to pee.  A flurry of hot yellow piss exploded from her cunny, she looked back over her shoulder to Kyle and smiled big.  Kyle hoped that simply peeing on the boy’s face was all that she was going to do.
	She farted, too.

*

	To say the least it DID turn him on.  It was odd to say the least, but he couldn’t help get hard over it.  Ruthie lay on her backside, naked, her legs opened wide while her mother—HER MOTHER—tongued out her pussy!  It was a desire of Ruthie’s (a strange-strange desire) to have her mother (and sister) eat her pussy out.  
	She lay out on her mother’s own bed, her nipples were hard and she was getting off on being eaten out so!  Naked Anna licked and licked, tonguing her sweet youngest child’s cunny out not knowing it.  Behind her was the naked Kyle, caressing her ass and stuffing her cunny from behind.

	Ruthie didn’t know that it was possible—to cum just by being licked out.  She shuddered and trembled all over as a torrent of her essence spilled out of her.  Pounding her pussy into her mother’s face young Ruthie Hamilton came and came and came and came…
	Kyle humping the girl’s mother from behind watched in amazement as the youngster rolled her eyes back and shuddered.  He, too, came, squirting a massive wad of love spunk DEEP into Anna’s poon.  Again he withdrew and smacked her ass with his cock and watched their mixed juices trickle down her legs.  
	Ruthie rubbed herself and begged Kyle to spank her.  She liked it.
	Kyle liked it, too—giving rather than receiving.
	Bare handed Kyle laid into Ruthie’s ass until she began to squirm.  Kyle’s cock was too super sensitive to try and fuck one of her holes, even a blowjob was out.  His cock hurt, not ached, hurt.  And the smacking Ruthie’s ass wasn’t helping.  But he smacked and smacked and smacked until his hand gave out.
	Ruthie had had enough and lay wriggling trying to cool her fanny off.
	“You know what?” she said raising up.
	Kyle on his knees against the bed, “What?”
	“That’s what I want for Sam and Carolyn.”
	“Spanking?”
	“Yep!” grinned the naughty-mischievous wonder.

	Down in the family basement Sam Sneed was still present.  He had been “present” since his capture.  He was tied, bound, and gagged.  Ruthie had the same fate planned for Carolyn—as soon as she got out of the hospital and went home.
	After tending to Anna and her other daughter, Lucy, cleaning them and putting them into a “DEEP” sleep, naked Kyle and wondergirl Ruthie returned to the basement—Kyle bringing along a ping pong paddle, a dress belt from Anna’s closet, and his utility belt from his police officer’s uniform.

	His heart really wasn’t into it—not until coming to the boy directly.  Kidnapping.  It was out-and-out kidnapping pure and simple.  AND for sexual purposes!  Kyle couldn’t believe he was that kind of person!  But he caressed the nude boy’s ass, caressed his legs and got a terrific hard-on!  Ruthie fingered her pussy and waited…

	The first SMACK! was from Kyle’s hand.  His balls singed (as in choir) as his hand lauded the boy’s bare ass.  He didn’t want to admit it, but spanking was okay—so far as he was giving it.  He liked spanking Ruthie and Ruthie liked being spanked.  He hadn’t known how he’d feel about dishing out same to Sam.
	Sam thrashed about as he should; he was bound, gagged, and blindfolded, the horror of his mistreatment increasing ten-fold.  But there was Ruthie…
	Ruthie-Ruthie-Ruthie.  She seemed enamored as her former boyfriend got his ass smacked.  Kyle finding his cock becoming increasingly harder and harder, too.  He was prepared to swat Sam’s naked burning ass with the ping-pong paddle, but pressed his cock up between the boy’s ass instead.  This only made Ruthie frig her love box all the more!
	Sam settled down as once more a powerful and determined schlong slid into her backdoor orifice.  Kyle ran his hands up along the boy’s sides, driving his cock all the way into the rectum.  Ruthie climbed up onto the big cardboard box of other worldly goods unknown inside, removed Sam’s gag and made him lick her pussy.
	“Lick me!” she told him.
	Kyle gave the girl a stern look, it wasn’t wise to “speak” to someone who’s been kidnapped for fear that they would recognize your voice.  Ruthie didn’t care, she held Sam’s head by the ears and made him lick out her cunny.
	Kyle fully inserted his manhood and began pumping soon thereafter.

The Spree
	He came.  A great quantity of love spunk spewed into Sam’s shit pipe.  Kyle’s balls slapped harder and harder against the boy’s body, the strain on Kyle’s cock was enormous.  How much more could he (his cock) take he didn’t know.  How many more hoops would he have to jump thru to appease Ruthie?
	He seriously began to wonder about the girl.  And himself!
	No morals.  None.  He hoped he could retain at least one or two, at least one.  But with Ruthie seemingly in control over him, he doubted it.  He didn’t think that the girl would resort to any finality of life, snuffing the young lives of those who had wronged her—but then again…

	Hoops.  He was leaping thru firey hoops.  True, some of those leaps were of his own accord and some were secret desires he had chosen to keep to himself.  His desire(s) to screw not only Lucy, his wife, but her mother had been a BIG desire he had kept.  Balling young Ruthie was not really a part of his being.  He had decreed to himself that he was NOT a pervert, not a sexual predator.  He was morally just, a police officer, a trusted man, kind and considerate, not opinionated and not morally corruptible.
	WRONG!
	He had screwed his wife’s mother.
	He had screwed his wife’s just-turned-thirteen-year old sister.
	He had screwed his wife’s just-turned-thirteen-year old sister’s school mate and her boyfriend.  He had the boyfriend bound and gagged in the basement.  He had an EMAD in his possession and was using it!
	Could it get any worse?
	Oh yeah…

	It seemed innocent enough—sorta-kinda; go fetch Carolyn and bring her BACK to the house, get her with Sam, have them fuck, spank ‘em, “DO” them, then let them go.  Simple.
	Somehow, though, Kyle knew there would be hang ups.
	And he was right.
	Carolyn was out of the hospital, Ruthie had learned somehow and wasn’t saying, she was SUCH a sneak!  Kyle couldn’t believe that he was again re-kidnapping the young girl FOR sexual and torturous purposes!  It would surely fuck up her young mind for the rest of her life.
	He tried to stop Ruthie, but she gave him “that look.”  Kyle knew he was in deep, too deep.  He couldn’t deny her, she had dirt on him, he had CUM in her mother, up the kidnapped boy’s ass in the basement, and an EMAD.  It wouldn’t be so much as LIFE in a federal penitentiary as it would be to be lined up against wall and have his BALLS shot off!
	Re-kidnap Carolyn; bring her to the house; make her and Sam fuck;  spank her; let her and Sam go.  Seemed simple enough.  Kyle knew better.   And it began with Ruthie wanting to go in Kyle’s dad’s van.  Kyle’s dad had been one of those high-end electricians and subsequently had a high-end work van.  It wasn’t a rundown crudy van, it was upscale, well made, air conditioned, and had privacy windows and interior sections.
	The previous kidnapping of Carolyn had been simply in Kyle’s regular sedan, laying her down in the backseat.  Ruthie convinced Kyle the van would be better, security wise.  Kyle reluctantly agreed.

	“I’m thirsty.” said Ruthie along their route to Carolyn.
	Kyle looked to the girl curiously.  Was she getting to something?
	Yep.
	Kyle whipped the van into a convenience store.  He got some drinks, jerky, and some lotto tickets.  Plopping back into the van he found Ruthie with her panties down—she was in a short skirt.
	“She’s cute.” 
	Kyle looked to what she was indicating.  At first glance he had to admit, ‘Yeah, she WAS cute.’  The subject of intent was a young adult, a mother.  She had a GREAT body, trim, slim, and delicious.  Kyle knew instinctively that her hubby/boyfriend, brother, father, uncle, was tagging that ass!
	With the young woman was a young boy, he was about seven or so.  He was cute, too.  Kyle massaged his sudden boner, Ruthie frigged her pussy.  Who was she horny for, the woman or the boy?

	A little from Column A, and a little from Column B…
	At length, Kyle began to wonder if HE was under the influence of an EMAD or was it just that the young girl he knew as Ruthie was the Devil in disguise?  She was diabolical and somehow had a way of getting him to do thing he would not normally do—not on his own accord anyways.
	Using the EMAD, Donna Devecky and her son, Joseph, found themselves in a harrowing predicament.  For Donna, she was mildly aware.  And she instantly knew when becoming “mildly” aware that she was a Statistic, a victim of an EMAD user.  She had on her a device that was supposed to detect EMADs as well as counter act their attack on the mind.
	Didn’t seem that either one of them worked, though…
	 Donna was in her late 20s, very trim, though.  Blondish hair (with dark roots!)  Small titties despite having a child; long narrow face, nominal hips & thighs, perky!  Kyle was enamored with her, but there was that pesky moral fiber involving his MARRIAGE vows.  But he had screwed his wife’s mother, his wife’s little sister, his wife’s sister’s little friend AND an associative BOYfriend!  He closed his eyes and fondled the semi-unconscious woman’s titties.  His cock grew and pulsed inside his pants.  Naughty Ruthie had removed her panties AND the rest of her clothes.  Her interest was to the woman’s son, Joseph.
	The boy was merely eight and just as “semi unconscious” as his mother.  The “unconscious” state was like the “zombie” state of being, aware but not aware—kind of a gray area.  Anyways, Ruthie stripped him naked and began toying with his little peter.

	Kyle continued his fondling of Donna, undoing her top and getting after the woman 22Bs.  His lust began to drive him, overwhelm him, consume him.  Thoughts of morality, loyalties, and vows were pushed aside to replaced by intense horndog mannerisms.
	This meant that Donna’s top AND bra were removed.
	Kyle lay on the woman, sucking on one titty while massaging the other.  He then sucked on her neck—it was a thing that his WIFE Lucy loved him to do.  And before he knew it, he was undoing his pants and sliding them down…
	By then, Ruthie had positioned herself on top of the boy!  She grinded her sex against the boy’s puddling.  As she grinded, she grinned and watched Kyle.  Kyle undone Donna’s semi-tight jeans and worked them off along with her shoes.  He sat back on his heels staring at her pinkish panties with red roses all over them.  Hi-cut, snug, dainty.  His cock surged “go on, mate, get ‘em off!’
	Ruthie pressed her left titty mound to Joseph’s mouth, making him suckle her while she watched Kyle.  He seemed indecisive but eventually began tugging Donna’s panties down her long legs.
	Ruthie slid her body down the eight year old boy’s body, popping his pud into her mouth.  Kyle discarded the pink panties, opened Donna’s legs and “went down on her”.  Ruthie smiled, her eyes beaming, grinning ear to ear. 
	Donna’s cunt was a little musty; it moistened right up as Kyle’s tongue dwelled in it.  He stuffed her asshole with a probing finger, pulled the woman’s lips open and got his tongue to work faster within the vulva.  Instinctively Donna thrashed about, clawing at the thick carpeting and pumping into Kyle’s face.
	Kyle could no longer hold back and off came his slacks and underwear.  His prong stood dramatically outward, dripping a little spunk matter.  Ruthie reached over and stroked the prodigious member, then sucked on the head, lapping up the spurting juices.  Kyle ran his hands thru her hair trying to hold off what he was about to do.  Ruthie clutched the man’s balls, tugged on his cock, then devoured his cock.
	Then—Kyle shook his head to find himself screwing Donna!
	What happened?
	He looked to his right and there was Ruthie riding the boy, she had managed to get the boy’s puddling hard enough to fuck and that was what she was doing; tugging on her bottom lip, tweaking her own nipples, and squeezing her legs while straddling the eight year old whose little dick was up inside her sex!

	The last Kyle knew he was receiving a hummer from Ruthie.  
	He was confused.  But only for a moment, his cock began to burst as the familiar feeling he enjoyed so began pulse with more sincerity.  Slowly the pumping motions came with the one he was pumping thrashing about as well—not quite aware that one pumping her was NOT her husband.
	Ruthie watched in almost utter fascination, snaking her hand out to caress Kyle’s ass.  Young Joseph wasn’t much into the act of fucking, he was barely aware of his penis as it was—it was just used to and that was about it.  Ruthie clamped her legs against his hips and worked her cunny all about.  Young Joseph DID derive SOME enjoyment…

	Sweat rolled, steam and intensity increased—his eyes focused on the jiggling titties of Donna Devecky, his cock plowed fully into her womanly cunny, he had had begun to cum and it was a long lasting one.
	Ruthie’s young stud was incapable of cumming.  But that was alright, she enjoyed riding his stick just the same.  It wasn’t stiff enough to plunge into her asshole, though—so he was going to have to get a spanking for that—and in that, Ruthie would derive enjoyment after all!
	Kyle arched his back, locked his elbows, and strained his cock.
	Donna thrashed about underneath him, wriggling and crying out in sexual bliss—hardly aware of the fact that it was not her hubby and she was a statistical victim of an EMAD.  She pumped back into Kyle, clutching at him and begging “MORE!  MORE!  Please David, fuck me!  Fuck me!”
	Ruthie smiled big and frigged her young teen cunny over Joseph’s face, having herself a lovely little orgasm herself.

	Ruthie was diabolical.  No doubt about it.  She placed herself onto Donna’s face, firstly making the woman lick her cunny and asshole.  Then, she had Kyle fuck her ass.  Then, when gobs of Kyle’s sweet cum oozed out of her asshole, she had Kyle have the woman lick her hole clean.
	Donna had begun to be more “aware” of her situation but was unable to do anything about.  She wasn’t pleased with anal licking, slurping spunk, and more less pleased when Ruthie replaced herself with Donna’s son, Joseph.
	Little Joe was placed onto his mother’s face.  The mother was then forced via threat and EMAD use to “suck” her son’s cock and balls and asshole.  Ruthie was well pleased and Kyle well confused.
	Ruthie pried the boy’s cheeks open and licked his hole herself, then began fingering it—eyeing Kyle’s one-eyed snake.  Kyle cocked his head—shaking his head to himself.  He knew what she wanted…

	Kyle was surprised to find that the boy’s asshole was a little more “giving” than he thought it ought to be.  His EMAD, though, lacked the ability to forcibly coerce Answers to Questions.  But under dire threat and spanking it was a different story.
	It seems as though Joseph’s daddy and uncle were “tagging” the youngster up the butt.  And naturally, the boy’s mother knew nothing of it.  She was freaking out when Joseph spilled the proverbial beans.  Kyle then found out that the EMAD he had didn’t work too well on calming the woman’s fears—he came to the sound conclusion that high emotions overrode the Device.  So she had to be very well restrained and gagged, blindfolded, and spanked.
	Ruthie liked the spanking part and took part in administering swats.
	She liked, more, though, smacking Joseph’s ass.
	Kyle spanked Lucy a time or two in their room and shower—but he had not wanted the spankings to be heard by anyone else in the family—i.e. Lucy’s mother or sister, Ruthie.  Lucy, though, was a sport and enjoyed a so-so good spanking.  But only so far—she made him quit just as he was getting into it and Lucy’s bum was getting a nice shade of red.
	With Donna (and Ruthie), Kyle could let loose.  He let loose more on Donna as he still didn’t want to harm Ruthie’s ass.  The more Donna Devecky wriggled in distress the more Kyle found himself in unfamiliar territory:  excitement!
	Undeniably Kyle was “getting off” on beating Donna’s ass.  His cock had fucked Ruthie earlier in the day, up the ass—in the mouth, and especially between her legs.  Then, he had boffed on her former boyfriend, Sam.  Then it was another tryst with Ruthie.  Then another fuck in the ass to Sam, in the mouth, and smacking the boy’s ass with his dick until he got hard and then fucked the boy in the ONE MORE TIME!
	Then it was Donna.
	Then it was Donna’s asshole.
	Then it was Donna’s son’s asshole.
	That was about twelve times!  In one day!  And he had cum on most of those times!  It was un-fucking-believable!  Not too mention amazing!  His cock was over sensitized—so was his mind!
	Donna flailed more, tightening her tender ass and making noise as repeatedly Kyle lauded her ass with his bare hand.  Not for long, though—his hand wore out and he switched to his belt.  That was better, with each smack of the belt to the young woman’s ass, Kyle’s cock tingled!

	From the intense spanking to intense fucking.  Butt fucking.
	Donna’s ass was red.  Bright cherry tomato red.  Though the belt never tired, Kyle’s swinging arm did.  His cock anyhow demanded attention, he needed to “get off”.  Ruthie enjoyed the show as she wrapped her legs about Joseph’s face, squeezing her legs and peeing on the boy’s face.
	Kyle wasn’t having too much joy, though the whole of his cock needed to get off—it was merely a feeling.  His balls were empty, there was not even the clear liquid at the bottom of the nut sac to produce.  All he could do was pump.
	And pump.
	And pump some more.
	Finally after several LONG minutes a sudden immense surge of sperm virtually exploded from his cock and DEEP into the woman’s tortured bum.  Kyle pumped in an incredible pace, his balls slapping and sweat flinging all over the place.
	It had been just one jut of juice, though, not a lot of that, either.  The tingling feeling at his cock head remained and would so for some time to cum—er, come.  He made a LOT of “ohs” and “ahs” as he slowed, it felt like he was cumming but he was dry.  His cock slipped out and he fell back totally exhausted.
	Ruthie turned Joseph over and began caressing his ass.  Soon she picked up the belt and began smacking him.

*

	If you thought Kyle and his sore aching over sexed cock was done—you thought wrong.  After Joseph and his mother were spanked, fucked, peed on, fucked again, spanked some more—Little Joe had to “ride” his mother—that is to say Ruthie wanted to see the boy’s pee-pee humping not only against his mother’s cunt, but IN his mother’s cunt.
	While the boy did so, Kyle once more smacked the boy’s ass.
	Thereafter the two taken to a new location, behind Warehouse Row and placed inside a pile of pallets.  (naked, bound & gagged)  When back on their “route” to Carolyn’s house, Ruthie stopped to place a call to the police station to let them know where to find Donna and her son.
	Once back in the van Ruthie frigged her cunny and Kyle proceeded onward.  They drove in silence; Ruthie with her eyes closed, Kyle with his mind in a blur.  The next stop on the Route to Insanity was a dousy!  A real dousy!
	And here it is:

**
She shells seashoes by the seashore
	Stop Number Two
	Why exactly Ruthie needed to make the second stop Kyle wasn’t sure.  He didn’t remember.  There was some reason, valid or not he wasn’t clear.  But it was at a large shopping center; one with a major grocery store, smaller stores flanking it, a major pizzeria with arcade anchoring on one side and a pet supply store on the other end.  
	Of curious note were six young peoples.  Four girls, two boys.  All about ten years young.  (good grief, here we go again! (this is why this saga is neverending—a little over 190 chapters!  Imagine!))
	Clara, Ginny, Kate, and Beth.  Clara was eleven, the others were ten with Ginny almost eleven, Kate six months from being eleven and Beth just turning ten.  Cute girls.  Clara had the long blond hair, straight with heavy bangs.  Dainty earrings, light makeup with a scent of perfume about her, too.  She was pretty—yellow top with green trim, short green shorts, green tinted fingernails.  She was a cutey.
	Ginny was light brown haired, green eyes.  A blue top with a green flower on the front, jean shorts.  She was a cutey as well, a little shorter than the others, a little “nobbier” than eleven year old Clara “Nobbs” even!  
	Kate was the one more bashful/shier than the others, more reserved.  She was of high interest.  A dark haired girl who wore no jewelry, makeup, perfume of any sort or kind anywhere.  
	And lastly there was Beth.  Strawberry blond, green eyes that were incredibly green.  A sweet disposition, smile, and dynamite little body.  She was a hottie—and that was her name, too—Hotts, Beth Hotts!
	The girls were hocking wares—seashells to be exact.  Lots and lots of shells collected from a recent trip to the ocean with their grade school class.  The girls struck up an idea of being young entrepreneurs.  They fashioned goofy-googly eyes to the shells,  attached some horse hair to some, made them “life-like” and some were glued to pieces of driftwood.
	The girls were not alone in their money making venture, though—two fellow classmates were involved, too—hocking the same wares.  They were a little more aggressive in their tactics—and liars, too.  They proclaimed that they were trying to earn money for a “sick friend.”  When that didn’t pan out too well they claimed they were trying to make money to put a roof on their church.  They had a few other lines, too; they all worked to varying degrees and they were so-so outdoing their counterparts.
	Ruthie knew them—knew them all (of course she did!); fellow classmates from her former regular public school before she switched on her own to private.  
	Kyle shook his head, “No, Ruthie, no more.”  Mostly it was the call from his cock—his cock had actually had had enough.  ‘No more, Ruthie, for the love of fuck, no more!’
	 
	Harry was eleven and Mike was ten.  Both boy was adorable, Harry had sandy brown hair while Mike was dark haired.  Both boys had boyish charm—which was part of the reason Ruthie sought them—AND got them!
	(along with Clara, Ginny, Kate, and Beth!)
	Kyle was oblivious.  It was the only way he could function, to cope.  He didn’t understand what was happening—it was like he wasn’t in control of himself.  He worried, he fretted.  Did Ruthie somehow have some ability overpowering him?  Was it possible that SHE herself had an EMAD?
	The van was parked on the far side of town in a rundown area, hidden from view.  In the back the girls and boys were waiting.  Like most, they were “aware”…
	Like most, the kids could “see” one another, they could think and somewhat converse (if they tried hard enough).  They were not aware that they were in deep shit or under the influence of a “device” until they had to stand and begin removing their clothes.
	With mind altering devices so rampant, the kids were schooled.  The kids also had mind altering device preventers.  Didn’t seem to work, though…
	Eleven year old Clara Nobbs was the first to stand and remove her top.  She struggled slightly against the invading voice in her mind but ultimately she complied and the short sleeved yellow top with green trim was cast off to the floor.  A non-matching halter tee she wore underneath to conceal and support her dapple dainties.  She trembled as she stood; clenching her small fists and knowing full well that someone else was controlling her.  She stared at the boys before her, Harry and Mike.  Then, pursing her lips and tightening her young body—she lowered her green knit shorts.
	Yellow panties with green trim, small green dots all over—snugging up tight against her body.  Young Harry and Mike glued their eyes directly to the girl’s crotch.
	It was then Ginny Lee’s turn.
	Then Kate Polley and lastly, Beth Hotts.

	When all four girls were standing topless with all but the clothing at their ankles—it was the boys’ turns.  The girls stood eyeing the boys, holding hands, trembling and lightly sobbing, clenching their young nearly naked bods somewhat knowing what was going to happen to them and also not really sure of what exactly WAS going to happen to them.
	Harry Muyle was tan—very tan.  Too tan.  
	Mike Kitz was white.  Lily white.
	Harry was a few hairs taller than Mike, his body was almost scrawny.  
	Mike had some scars that he seemed embarrassed about; he avoided direct eye contact with anyone and there was something about him…
	In either case, the boys had boners.
	Their “tidy whities” they tugged down to stand back up buck naked—with protruding protrusion protruding.  The boys began to sweat and look petrified.  The girls couldn’t take their eyes off of the boys’ bones.  
	Nextly, the girls had to turn around—just Clara and Beth as they were on the ends flanking Ginny and Kate who were in the middle.  Then, one by one the girls lowered their panties.
	It was hard (to do) as the girls sniveled and sobbed and trembled so.
	The boys, too, were a little upset—mostly frightened and greatly confused.  Clara and Beth had to BEND OVER as they rolled their panties down.  Ginny and Kate simply had to tug their panties down and then stand back up.
	Harry and Mike were virtually ready to blast (cum) off right then and there.  Their little puddlings pulsed and throbbed; their eyes bulged, mouths hung open, hearts beating—Live Nude Girls!  Neither boy had seen a girl undressed.  Not even a toddler!  They had seen babies but that was different.  They had seen girls in swim wear and that was different, too.
	Clara and Beth caressed their young asses, spreading their cheeks to reveal their bung holes and sex to the boys.  Ginny and Kate had to drag a finger up and down their sex.
	Nextly, to totally ensure that the boys’ minds were blown—they stepped out of their clothes and positioned themselves to their knees—Harry behind Clara’s behind, Mike behind Beth’s.  then, the boys caressed the girls’ ass, spreading the cheek and seriously eyeing the hole and cunny.  Their puddlings surged with intense pulsing, demanding attention.  
	‘Lick hole.’
	The Voice spoke to the boys.  It was English but the two stunned lads had difficulty in making sense of the words.  Clara clenched her “hole”, her hands gripping her knees, stomach sucked in—she had heard the Voice, too.

	Finally, Harry flicked his tongue out to Clara’s bung and began licking.  He licked the rim, the crack, and cheeks.  
	‘Finger—insert finger to the hole.’
	That concept was met with even more stunning “huh”?  But eventually, in less than a minute of contemplating, Harry slipped his finger into Clara’s asshole and finger fucked.
	The same was happening with Beth.
	After a few minutes of tonguing and fingering, Harry shifted to the right to place his face before Ginny’s nakedness.  Mike gulped and sweated big time as he stared at Kate’s cunt.  In his mind he had the full image of what every girl he knew looked like.  He was a little vague on older girls, though—like his teachers, aunt, and mom…
	The boys pressed their lips to the girls’ “lips.”  It wasn’t a good lick as the girls were standing but that would change soon.  The boys smoothed their hands all over the girls—most specifically the ass.  Then, naturally—they switched.  The boys stood and the girls went to their knees.
	It was Clara and Beth first, facing the boys and their protruding prongs.  The boys had to stand straight with their hands to their sides; the girls on their knees eye-to-eye to the one-eyed snake of Harry and Mike.
	‘Put your fingers around…’ came the Voice to Clara and Beth.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Clara.  Ginny looked as if though she were ready to pass out.  Kate had a “shocked” looked etched upon her pretty face.  Beth merely closed her eyes, nodded, and “wrapped” her fingers about Mike’s prong.
	The girls stroked, squeezed the meat stick, tugged the skin taunt to the base and then—then pressed their lips to the pre-cum stained cock head.  Neither girl cared for that, nor did the other two kneeling in wait.

	Ginny Lee retched when she had to take her turn at “bobbing on the knob.”  Kate Polley looked as if though she were going to do more than retch.  She didn’t, though, but it was close.  After the girls had all had their turns at “sucking”, handling cock and balls, smoothing their hands over the boys’ bare asses, the girls laid out on their backsides, legs open…
	Clara clenched tightly her delightfully young appealing body, squeezing her eyes tight, pursing her lips inward as tight as possible as young and delightful Harry Muyle mounted her.  She knew it was under duress and the boy was not acting on his own, but still—she thought that he could or would at least put up a little more fight.
	Harry was too confused to consider rebuking the command, “get on her, lay your cock on her pussy.”

	The others watched.  Harry had no choice and “mounted” Clara.  His cock laid up against the girl’s pussy and he was prompted into “humping.”  At eleven years young, Harry Muyle was already a humper—he humped his bed, his hand, and his mom’s panties.
	Mom’s panties?  Hmmmm
	The humping on Clara’s cunt was good.  Real good.  He felt himself spurting and was.  But the Voice commanded him to “insert” and so he did.  The initial penetration was difficult—for both the Fucker as well as the Fuckee.  Clara had barely even fingered herself and was not prepared.  She clenched her nude body all the more, grimaced and went thru a several levels of pain and discomfort.
	The pain was brief and thankfully quick, the discomfort level lasted awhile until quick-like-a-bunny fucker Harry had his orgasm.  He shuddered all over; his ass cheeks flexing, toes crinkling, mouth open wide, the whole bit.  He hadn’t been in Clara’s poon more than a minute.  (but in his defense he had already been primed…)
	He was slowed down to fully enjoy the fuck, to make it lasting.
	It was so noted that during that time period of intense first time lovemaking—the two kids were unknowing on their own—they were uncontrollable.  But of course, they were in the midst of sex with one of them racing along like a runaway freight train.  When the emotion levels of both settled, they were once more “controllable.”
	Harry would need a moment of two before he was ready to “go again.”  In the meantime, Mike Kitz “mounted” Beth Hotts.

	For Ginny and Kate, their “turns” had them on their hands and knees.  Doggie-style.  The boys poked the girls’ holes, dragged their puds up and down the crack, but slipped into the proper fuck hole.  On Harry’s second fuck, he made the two-minute mark before blowing his load.
	Young Mike went two-minutes on Beth, almost four minutes while pounding into Kate!
	The girls (and boys) were cleaned up—then the group saw as fuzzy figures came into being.  The “figures” were fuzzy and took a while to become something more.  Even after, though, none of the kids could rightly describe who or what or whatever—it was attested then that the Minding Device had something to do with that, too.
	Anyways, one of the shadowy-fuzzy figures formulated itself into being a man.  Naturally.  

	Upon seeing that one of the figures was a man, an adult, Clara knew that she was probably more than likely going to be raped by him.  Her cunny was still sore, so was her asshole.  She tingled in those places and felt sick to her stomach with the foul taste of the whole ordeal souring her.
	Clara and the other girls watched, though—in some horror, as Harry was positioned on his hands and knees, his bare ass bared to them and spanked.  HARD.  A belt came into play and it lashed the boy’s ass until he was near screaming, his nude body twisted about and he flexed all over for a different reason.
	Then, the adult man positioned himself behind the boy, gripped Harry’s hips and though the girls couldn’t see the actual penetration—they knew that it was taking place.  There was nothing that Harry could do, he tried to scream and/or call out; all his mouth could do was hold wide open with sheer terror.
	The adult man pumped hard and fast, when he pulled out and away, the girls watched as gobs of cum and blood oozed out of Harry’s asshole.  
	While Harry lay off to one side reeling in agony, Mike got his turn.
	Mike had to lay out on his back, holding his own legs back at the knees.  He was belted like Harry before being fucked in the ass—like Harry.  But unlike Harry, the girls were able to see the actually penetration to Mike’s rectum.  They saw his cock and balls moving all over, he was still cumming, too.
	Then…

	Again Clara clenched and pursed.  Her pretty eyes fluttered and she felt every inch of the man’s cock invading her sex.  No matter how much she was cooed to, “relax, be calm, relax” and so on, Clara couldn’t.  Harry and Mike had “broken” her in and there had been associative pain/discomfort along with it.  But with the man’s cock in her, it felt like she was being ripped apart.
	Slowly, though, it did get better.  When the man began to pump, to pull his massive fuck pole out of her and then slide it back in, and repeat—the ordeal lessoned.
	Each girl received the man’s cock—after a few minutes of “rest” in between.  Clara and Ginny got “laid” while on their backs, Kate and Beth were fucked while on their hands and knees.
	Each girl, too—received a spanking.  Not as rough as it was unto the boys; bare hands smacking.  The girls had to, too, kiss the man’s cock, suck his sweaty balls as well as his cock.  Ginny was the only one to get a copious amount of his jizum into her mouth.  She had to swallow it.

	Kate was the only girl to receive the man’s cock to her asshole.
	Harry and Mike had to butt fuck one other, as well as “handle” the other’s tool AND suck it!  The boys strove hard to resist and though they MIGHT have done so more willingly on their own—in the company of the girls it was something they did not want seen.
	The commands came, the girls were aware—they heard.  They were just as shocked and sickened.  The boys more so.  Harry and Mike firstly had to face one another while on their knees.  Then they had to briefly KISS.  
	‘Lips to lips.’
	It was the hardest thing to do.  They would have preferred being spanked again than to have KISS one another.  Their hands clutched to the other’s ass, their nude bodies pressed together as well as their lips.
	Afterward, Mike remained sitting up while it was poor Harry who had to “duck down” and service his friend.  It was repulsive.  And though he enjoyed it when a girl did it, it was different for him doing it.  He fought a good fight and resisted—but eventually his lips went over the knob of his friend’s cock.  
	‘roll your tongue around the head.’
	Harry retched and was close to hurling.  The taste and smell of Mike’s dick was more than repulsive.  
	‘all the way down.’
	Though Mike didn’t have a lot of cock meat it felt huge in his mouth.
	‘hold his balls, squeeze them—suck them!’
	While Harry performed on Mike, Clara and Kate caressed Harry’s ass.
	Ginny and Beth caressed Mike’s ass.
	With Mike’s cock sufficiently lubricated, Harry turned around…
		
*

	Carolyn Matthers would have a reprieve from Ruthless Ruthie—if only for a couple of days.  It had gotten too late in the day and too many family members posing a security risk—Mind Devices or no.  Poor Kyle was at his end, too—his body and mind had had it.  He would never be the same again.  Never.  
	He wasn’t sure—but he had a close idea that Ruthie had an EMAD.  He knew that on his own he would not have done what he had done.  It had been horrendous.  But he was confused; there WERE parts of the harrowing ordeal that he DID enjoy!  He didn’t understand.  Was he a demon in hiding?  He had always had secret desires for girls, young girls—but boys?

	He also had to admit that with the Spanking and Forcing he had “gotten off”.  He DID enjoy spanking, he DID enjoy watching the girls suck the boys and the boys suck the girls and the boys suck each other.  Forcing others who would not normally engage in immoral sexual relations was a kick, a real kick!
	There were too many questions and no answers.  The only constant was Ruthie.  Once home (and alone) Kyle brooded.  He had in his possession an EMAD.  It worked—he supposed.  Could he use it against Ruthie?  Did she had an EMAD, was she using it against him?  Was she the one in control?  Was Ruthie using a minding device that overshadowed the one he had?
	More questions—no answers.
	Time.  He needed time.  His cock needed time to heal.  His mind needed time to get back in control.  Kidnapping—out and out multiple counts of kidnapping FOR sexual purposes.  Screwing his wife’s mother, screwing his wife’s little underage sister; out and out kidnapping of others for sexual purposes; sexual torture—everything.
	And of course his wife wanted sex.
	And his wife wanted that “kinky” sex—to lay on him mountingly; to toy with his already worn “toy”; and to take it up the ass!  Poor Kyle, he was worn thru and thru and it took a little doing to get a stiffy.  Of course, he merely had to conjure up in recent hours Clara and the others—his cock sliding in and out of Mike and Harry; his cock slamming to beat all in and out of Clara, Ginny, Beth, and Kate!
	Clamping his wife’s ass his cock made slow but deliberate entry into Lucy’s corn chute.  His eyes fluttered and gave indicating signs that he was about to pass out—which he was.  Lucy, though, thought that she was really “turning him on!”
	Kyle crinkled his toes, the images of the kids being forced to fuck and suck one another helped keep his cock stiff enough to please.  He pumped steadily into Lucy’s pooper; the image of Mike sodomizing his best pal, Harry filled him.  Each girl filled Kyle’s mind—their nude image seething thru him, causing him to really put it to his wife’s asshole.  
	Lucy hung on and slammed her body up and down on her husband’s shaft; she grinned to herself—if her mother only knew!  But then again, her mother didn’t know a lot of things about her “pristine” daughter.
	Kyle unloaded a massive load of hot spunk up into Lucy’s cornhole; Lucy collapsed onto her lover and they kissed.  Kyle’s cock shriveled up.  For awhile his hands remained on Lucy’s sweaty ass.  At length the two fell to sleep—unawares that they had been “observed.”

**

	Banging his wife’s mother, that was a desire of his own.
	Banging his wife’s little sister—that, too, was a desire of his own.
	But kidnapping, sodomy and rape, and sexual torture?  Was that a secret desire of his own left unknown?  Kyle had to explore those “desires” and he came up with no definitive answer.  So was Ruthie behind it after all?  She seemed so sweet and innocent…
	Some days passed before the re-taking of Carolyn Matthers.  All that time and young Sam Sneed remained in the Hamilton basement.  Naked, bound, gagged, blindfolded.  Occasionally he was raped, spanked, peed on.  He was fed and watered (and cleaned) but mostly sexually tortured.  
	Kyle determined at length that he was acting on his own—prompted strongly by Ruthie.  When Ruthie was away at school and the house empty he would make his way down to the boy and on his own “presumably” he would find himself drawn to the boy.  After cleaning the lad up Kyle got hard and the desires to shag the lad increased beyond belief.
	Spanking and peeing on the boy was a daily thing.
	So was stuffing the boy in the mouth and especially in the ass.
	At length he was finally (finally!) joined by Carolyn.