August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 6
Sloughing

Indulgence to the Tenth Power
	Slim Gymon was a busy guy.  Other than the hapless Logan he had on a puppet’s string, another fell into his web of deceit.  But unlike Logan, “Bud” was more willing and equally deceitful.  Bud was more willing to participate and be as naughty as possible.
	At first Bud was an “indirect” friend of Slim’s, the parents of a girl(friend) Bud knew had come to the car lot to purchase a new car for their teenage driver who had just gotten her driver’s license.  There were return visits to the lot for incidentals, servicing, and paperwork.  Each visit the whole clan of the family came, with Bud tagging along, as well.
	During these visits it was so noted that Bud had a strong eye for his girlfriend, he also had wandering eyes for the other females of the family.  Bud was ten, his girlfriend Trudy was ten.  The girl getting the new car with her new driver’s license was sixteen.  There, too, was a sister five years older and one three years younger.
	The family was black.  The daddy was a doctor while the mother was a lawyer.  The mother was very nice looking, very nice.  Really-really nice and Slim could tell young Bud wanted desperately to poke her.
	And Slim Gymon had a manner in which to help the youngster in his endeavors.  Of course there would be a price, everything had a price.  Bud didn’t care about the price or whatever, his mind (and cock) were solely on Trudy and her family.
	One day, Trudy and Bud showed up at the car lot for to pick up some special ordered car mats for Trudy’s sister.  Bud and Trudy were not classified as “boyfriend/girlfriend.”  They were “friends.”  really close friends.  But not to the extent that Bud wanted.  Trudy and her family were “religious” and attended church on a regular basis, didn’t cuss, didn’t watch bad movies, and ate their meals together.  
	Bud, too, went to church, the same church the Eblath family attended.  Bud and Trudy had known one another for approx. three years or so and he was “warm for her form.”  The other females of the Eblath family also tantalized the young boy and he fantasized about them a lot.
	With the advent of the depravation enslaving the nation (and world), mind altering devices were all the rage.  They were illegal, but they were the rage, the “must have” for the derelicts of society.  Most uses for the illegal devices were for bank robbing, assault, getting a promotion, and generally doing no good at all.
	There, too, were devices on the market that were being produced to prevent the first device from operating as intended.  Natch.
	After picking up the car mats for new driver “Denise”, the kids paid a visit to their friend, Slim.  On a subtle nod from Bud to Slim, Slim made good his promise to Bud that Bud would be able to have his desires (of the flesh) fulfilled.
	“I can make it happen.” Slim had told the young dark skinned boy--this after Slim had observed the young African-American eyeing Rudy and her sisters.  “I see you have a fine eye.” he had told the boy.  Bud was naturally “Oh, I-I was thinking, not staring (at Rudy’s butt), just thinking.”
	“Uh-huh, thinking of her?” naked, spread-eagled?  Slim noticed the boy gouging his hand to his bulge between his legs.
	“I can help you.” he told the boy.
	Bud wasn’t sure, he was apprehensive.  But Slim assured him that if he wanted to be naughty with Trudy, he had a way.  Bud was no idiot, Slim must have had one of those “devices.”  He nodded that he was interested.
	The time had come.
	It was late afternoon, just after school.  A conversation flowed between Slim and Trudy, all the while the man fiddled with “items” in his desk, asking about the “new car” in the family, school, “learn anything?” and etc.  Bud stood to one side leaning back.  Another subtle nod from Slim told Bud to move a pace to the side.  Trudy was yapping her mouth a mile a minute and then…
	“Whoa!” Bud said, the girl suddenly went quite and was still.  He wavered his hand before her eyes and made an attempt to smack her.  She didn’t blink or flinch.  Nothing.  
	“You can touch her.” Slim said.  “You can do anything.” 
	Bud licked his lips, he had listened to the news reports about the mind altering devices, very interesting and intriguing to say the least.  He never thought he’d have the opportunity.
	Holding Trudy’s hands was about the limit of their relationship.  No kissing, body rubbing, or hard playing (wrestling.)  The closest Bud had gotten to see his potential love mate naked was in her swimsuit.  
	“Go ahead,” Slim encouraged, “rub that ass you’ve been staring at.”
	Bud was embarrassed, but “rubbed that ass” he had been staring at.
	And it was good.
	And Trudy did nothing.  Her mind was locked and he could do “whatever.”
	Being ten years old Trudy didn’t have much in the way of a “titty” department, but they were beginning.  After rubbing on her ass (and squeezing butt cheeks) he cupped his hands to her budding breasts.  He then took her hand to his bulge and made HER rub him.
	Slim fiddled with the “device” he had on his desk, a trade-in from a customer.  
	“Hold on, son,” said Slim, “there’s more.” he grinned and winked and spoke into a mini mic headset--like an airline pilot would wear.  “Take off your shirt.”
	To Bud’s surprise, Trudy unbuttoned the buttons to her plain simple white blouse.  A trainer she wore underneath.  Her skin was lovely, a light shade of black.  She had a lovely face, too, bright eyes and a general cheeriness about her.  Bud had never heard her belch or fart--but he wanted to, at least to hear her “cut one.”  He wanted to see her on the toilet, or out in the yard squatting going to the bathroom--especially peeing.
	“Shall we go on?” Slim asked.
	Bud gulped and felt his young heart beating strongly in his chest.  He knew it was wrong, but then again--what the fuck!
	He nodded and Slim spoke another command, “Take your pants down.”
	Bud nearly lost his breath watching as Trudy nonchalantly undone her not so tight jeans and pushed them to her ankles.
	“Holy shit!” blurted Bud.  He sweated and felt a strange occurrence between his legs.  Deep blue skin tight panties.  Bud had never seen a girl clad in her undies.  It was something not to be believed.
	“Take your panties down.” Slim continued.
	And beyond Bud’s belief, Trudy lowered her panties, too.
	“Oh my God!” exclaimed the boy.
	“Anything, Bud, you can make her, them, anyone, do whatever the fuck you want.”
	Bud’s mind went into overload…
Fuckalicious!
	Funny how things just fall into place.  Along with soccer and practicing soccer, general socializing, homework, screwing with Amy and trying hard not to get caught, Logan also took on babysitting duties.  Logan and Morgan were friends and occasionally Morgan was overloaded herself and needed help with babysitting chores.  Usually it was the little unwanted step-sibling new to family.  Logan didn’t mind--he liked Karen, a lot.
	And babysitting for Karen got him other babysitting jobs.  With watching young boys Logan usually played some sports or video games with them.  With girls it was tea parties and hide-in-seek.  Sometimes there were walks to the park and playing soccer and so on.  Sometimes the “games” were secretive.  
	A family friend of Morgan’s family was in need of Morgan’s services, but Morgan had a ton of homework that required her presence at the library to study.  Anything less than a “C” on the up coming test would result in mother having her drop the sports activities.  Being a star pitcher for her team Morgan couldn’t let that happen.  So she had to study.  A lot.  It also meant handing the reigns of baby squatting to someone else.
	Logan was a good stand in.  All of Morgan’s friends did babysitting, it was kind of a club.  But all the girls were stretched themselves.  Logan happily took the job and Morgan was grateful.
	So was Logan.
	One of the games he liked to get the various kids involved in was the “Baby” game.  Only for those young’uns 3-6.  Any older and they were likely to accidentally spill the beans.  The “baby” game involved the child (or children) to strip off their clothes, undies, too, and replace them with diapers.  Then, during the “game” the child either had an “accident” or just needed a powdering.  Sometimes the accident was real, other times it was just pretend.
	While changing the diaper, Logan took the moment to finger the child, boy or girl.  He also sucked on the penis (if there was one) and lickd the crack.  With the child busy giggling and so on, Logan often whipped out his schlong and humped on the child, gently poking the hole and or crack.
	When if he spilled a mess of personal goo and lubed the child’s cunny or hole or crack or testicles.  He was fearful and held off having the kids suck him, but; there was Charlotte Langly.  Charlotte was not yet four years young, a very busy little girl who was easy to play with.  It was Charlotte who needed emergency babysitting while her single mother went to work.  Logan was only too happy to help out.  Too happy.
	It was with Charlotte that Logan was able to get to hold his hard dick.  She lapped up his gooey juices, sucked on his shaft and let him do virtually anything he liked to her.  Being young she was susceptible to easily forgetting the nasty deeds done; the molestation usually took place within minutes of the parental unit(s) leaving so as then later on the remaining time could be spent playing regular games thusly pushing down the naughty time from their memory.
	Logan did the Baby Game with Charlotte, Logan provided the cloth diaper and had a tremendous boner by time he got to the house, Ms. Langly was a good looking woman in her early thirties.  He thought of her a few times, too.  He didn’t know what she did but was a recent divorcee, had a good car, a nice two-story home, pool in the backyard--she did well.
	Anyways, moments after Ms. Langly was gone from the driveway Logan wasted no time.  After tickling the little three year old, squeezing her and wishing she was indeed a bit older, at least eight, he easily talked her into playing the Baby game.  Easily Logan got her undressed and into the diaper.  With Charlotte he could have just as easily kept her naked…
	A little playing and running around there was, Logan pilfering thru the girl’s dresser going thru her panties and then off to Ms. Langly’s dresser to fondle HER panties.
	At length, little Charlotte said, “Ut-oh!” she had had an accident in her diaper.  Logan got her down on the floor in her bedroom and found she had peed.  Logan wiped her clean then while tickling her, licked her very virgin snatch.  He held her legs open wide and drove his tongue into her crevice and soon laid his cock against the entrance and humped.
	When he squirted and a pool of goo spilled onto her tummy, he got the girl to lick it off his fingers after he diddled.  Blindfolding her he pressed the head of his cock against her mouth and got her to fondle his balls.  He sorely wished she was older, ten at least!
	Four hours later and Ms. Langly returned home.  Charlotte was asleep, dressed, and Logan still horny.  In his pockets he had a pair of Charlotte’s panties as well as Ms. Gina Langly’s panties.  He received his payment and a thank you and he was off to his own.
	Only two hours later to be called back.
	Ms. Langly wasn’t going back to work, Charlotte was playing in the backward and clad merely in her panties--which was not unusual for children of her age.  What was was her body was not the only thing sharing space in her panties.  Her mother called her over, “Show Logan what’s in your panties.” 
	Logan was a little fearful, being called back had him a little nervous, had Charlotte said something about the Baby game?  Something else?  He sighed on the long walk up the drive, “Jesus, did Ms. Langly have a hidden video of him, like that asshole Slim?” Logan shook his head sadly, he had to be more earnest in his doings, to be more secretive or to simply quit all together.
	Nah, that wasn’t gonna happen!
	Charlotte danced about happily and slowly dug her hand inside her panties.  Logan couldn’t believe what was going on, and why was he called back?
	Out of the back of her beige kiddie panties came a frog.
	A garden variety froggie-went-a-courtin’ froggie.
	‘I was called back for this?’ Logan was confused.  But he went along with it just the same and squatted.  Charlotte pulled out ANOTHER froggie.  And then another, and another.  They were let loose on the rye grass and they happily hopped back into the flower bed.
	Logan had wood.
	Ms. Gina Langly had a small compact hi-tech video camera in her hand.  “Why don’t you take her panties down?” cooed Gina.
	Logan gulped.  His heart nearly pounded out of his chest.
	“…like you did earlier today.”
	His cock squirted, his balls tightened, the color in his face drained and he couldn’t breath.  Busted.  Again!
	Some robberies there had been in the neighborhood, one house two houses down had burned, a home invasion had occurred two days earlier five houses down.  Gina was just recovering from a nasty divorce, had a good job and a good home and Charlotte was her only child.  She would do anything to protect her home and family, including setting up secretive video cameras--to catch burglars in the act.
	She also caught Logan molesting Charlotte.
	Logan didn’t know what to do.  This was bad.  Really fucking bad.
	His mind couldn’t function, “take her panties down.” Gina told him.  He bit his lip and tugged down Charlotte’s undies.  There were two more froggies-went-a-courting’ in her underwear.  
	“Why don’t you take her in to give her a bath, get all that frog slime off of her.”
	Logan blinked his eyes, what?
	Numbly he plucked the child up, leaving her undies on the ground.  Gina’s compact hi-tech video camera was rolling.  
	In the bathroom Logan stood Charlotte in the tub, his cock was hard again and nearly busting thru his jeans as his hands traveled up and down the nude little girl’s body.
	“Why don’t you get in with her?” said Gina.
	Logan looked at her with “deer in the headlights” eyes.
	Gina gave him that, “do it or else” reply with her eyes.
	Slowly he started to lift a leg over the side,
	“Uhm, do you usually take a bath with your clothes on?”
	The breath was out of Logan again.  This was getting out of hand.  But what to do?  What could he do?  Why was she video taping him?  He sort of figured it was blackmail, like that asshole Slim had done to him, trapping him so as he would have to do whatever.
	“Mommy and me take baths alla the time!” spoke out suddenly Charlotte.
	Logan looked to a slightly peeved Gina.  ‘Oh?’ hmmm
	Gina regained her composure.  “It’s very normal for a mother to bathe with her children.” she stated firmly.  Logan stood with trembling fingers.  Getting undressed with Ms. Langly before him was impossible--despite his ultimate desire to be naked with her.
	Gina waited.  And waited.  And waited.
	Charlotte peed and farted.
	Logan slowly pushed down his jeans and then underwear.  He knew he was in deep-deep shit.  Very deep.  His cock stuck out dramatically and he saw Gina have a little wavering smile.  There was something in her eyes, too.  Lust?
	With the removal of his shirt he stepped out of his clothes and stepped into the tub.  A little water was running and he wiped down the nude child with him.
	“Rub yourself on her, like you did earlier.” Gina continued.
	Logan thought he’ never be able to breath again.  On his knees he got and waggled his cock up against Charlotte’s ass.  “Turn her around, too.” Gina continued directing.  Logan turned Charlotte around and ran the head of his throbbing member up and down the child’s cunny.
	“Can you cum on her?”
	Logan nodded.  He was beginning to feel a little sick.  He was greatly worried about how it was all going to turn out.
	As Logan began to jerk his cock off, Gina cooed to her child, “Go ahead, honey, help him.” 
	The bed squeaked, Gina’s eyes fluttered, the air was filled with sex sweat.  Her pussy was not the tightest, but it was snug.  It had been a long while since she had received any dick.  Logan’s dick did fine, he gyrated and pumped and took his time.  
	Gina raked her fingernails into his backside, her legs wrapped about his, “Fuck me!” she demanded, “Fuck me hard!” she blurted as the climax of their illicit union commenced to the pivotal point.
	Logan complied, he had little choice.
	After draining every ounce of his love juice into the cock hungry woman, Logan continued pumping until he had no more to give.  Gina humped him and continued squeezing his nude body against hers.  Across the hall little Charlotte was fast to sleep.  A good bath, a little snack, and some jazzed up cough syrup put her right out.  Gina put away the video camera, where was unknown.  Logan was afraid to ask “why” she was video taping him.  He assumed it was for blackmail reasons.
	Logan’s cock languished outside the woman’s cunt, he had always really wanted to fuck a woman and not so much little girls, especially Charlotte’s age.  But, women and girls his age didn’t often “put out” and he had to settle with what he could get.
	His cock tingled and pulsed on its own.  Gina heaved and sweated, her nipples remained very pert and erect.  Logan was drawn in to the nips and suckled each one.  Gina heaved and breathed and her pussy expelled the cum juice.

	“I don’t want you to do anything with Charlotte unless I’m here.” Gina so-so warned Logan “afterwards.”  she handed him a crisp fifty dollar bill and he left for home totally stunned and lambasted.  What had happened?  What was GOING to happen?  There were serious concerns seething throughout his body--good and bad.  He and screwed Gina, which was good.  But she had him by the balls--which was bad.  He didn’t know what to do.  First Slim and now Gina.  He was in some sort of fix.

Gloryholes
	With her pants and panties down, Trudy lay across Slim’s lap.  Slim smoothed his hands about the girl’s body, mostly her ass.  He spanked her, squeezed her cheeks, and wiggled his finger into her gloryhole.  Bud stood right behind with a raging boner.  With a subtle nod from Slim, Bud, too, smoothed his hands over Trudy’s ass.  He liked.  A lot.
	“Why don’t you take your pants and underwear down, enjoy yourself?”  Bud held firm himself before somewhat uneasily undoing his clothes and sliding them down.  His eyes were affixed to Trudy’s bare bum, her crack, and hole.
	Slim pulled the girl’s cheeks open as wide as possible.  Bud wiggled his own finger in and as he did so Slim caressed the boy’s black ass.  It made Bud a little uncomfortable.  Then Slim began tugging on Bud’s pud.
	“See if you can put it in.” Slim said.
	Bud was all for that, he felt a little strange about the circumstances, but then again…
	In spite of the fact his cock was a dinky doo, Trudy’s tight sphincter negated his attempts at anal penetration.  “You’ll have to lube it up.” Slim said.  Bud didn’t know what he was talking about.  
	“You’ll have to give her gloryhole a lick or two.” Bud looked at the asshole, he had heard the terms “asshole”, “cunt”, “cock”, “pussy” but little else.  Gloryhole was also a term for a person’s asshole.
	Bud soon was on his knees licking Trudy’s turd hole.  It didn’t really smell like shit or was stained.  He licked and licked and thumped his cock, it had never felt so intense! 
	“Go ahead, boy, poke yourself in her!” encouraged Slim.
	Bud knew what he meant.  He stood and couldn’t believe it, Trudy wouldn’t allow him to even kiss her--and now he was poking her in her gloryhole!  With the hole well lubed with his tonguing he guided his cock into the hole.  It was still a tight fit and full penetration wasn’t going to happen right off.  Slim licked his own fingers and then masturbated Bud.  
	Again, Bud felt very strange with Slim fondling him.  Slim nodded for him to “come around” the desk.  Bud did so and stood at Trudy’s face.  Slim tilted the girl’s head just so; then, with a steady hand on Bud’s butt, Slim helped him guide his ten year old schlong into Trudy’s mouth.
	To say the least, Bud liked.  It was different and he understood (sort of) what the term “blowjob” was.  There wasn’t a whole lot “blowing” involved, just sucking.  Bud didn’t care.  Slim had him take his penis out and rub it all over the girl’s face.  Slim had hauled out his own penis and wa himself was doing likewise as well as finger fucking the girl’s dirt chute.
	Finally, with Bud’s cock lubed, penetrating Trudy’s poop chute was made a little easier.  He returned to the object of his desire and made a more sterner entry.  It was still snug fit but it was good.
	While he pumped his fill, Slim humped on the girl’s chest and fondled Bud’s butt.  Bud was a cummer, he had only recently begun to do so.  He felt the climax coming, surging thru his loins and Slim knew it, too.  With Bud’s dick significantly smaller than a teen or adult male schlong, there was no “blood” from the anal breaching.  Bud humped and humped and began to cum.  One good shot filled the girl’s tight anus, the rest was jerked off by Slim onto the girl’s cheeks and clenching shut asshole.
	 
Ohs and Ahs and Cum Stains
	Gina Langly was a pain.  She was a good fuck, no doubt there, but a pain nevertheless.  She called for Logan’s special services constantly, not every day--but at least every OTHER day.  Her pussy was good and she had begun to have him stuff her backdoor, too.  She sucked him, spanked him and had him spank her.  
	And there, too, was the business of molesting little Charlotte, as well.
	Logan did have misgivings about that.  Three years young was just too young.  All he could do was hump on her between her legs, cum in her mouth, poke her asshole, and lick her out.  His cock wanted to be IN a pussy, IN an asshole--poking and humping might be okay for some cock’s, but Logan’s cock had higher aspirations!
	One day Logan was out just beyond the park boundary by the so-so river with Tara Melvacki.  SHE was ten.  Tara was also a “naughty” girl, a willingly naughty girl.  Logan had babysat for her many times.  A little hanky-panky between the two (at the so-so river) and Tara had to scurry back home.  Logan was bummed out--not about Tara having to scurrying home, but the whole business with Slim, Ms. Langly, everything.
	He came to the edge of the park, the very back area.  He had sort of hoped to be able to spy on Morgan, he knew she took some of her young male charges into the brush to do what he and Tara had done.  He didn’t see her.  He looked for Slim the Sneaky Bastard.  Didn’t see him, either.  (but of course, that didn’t mean the sneaky bastard wasn’t there.)
	There was, though, Helga.  The girl sloughed along disgruntled, but that was always her nature--in a pissed mode 80 percent of the time.  She was sorta of likeable--but only to those who knew her.  She had a rough exterior, but a warm interior.  If that made sense.  She was one of the few girls (in the area) who chose to wear a dress.  A simple non-descript non-cumbersome complicated dress.  She wore jeans on occasion but not often.
	Her father owned an electronic business, her mother was in real estate.  Helga was an only child and she preferred it that way.  With heritage of Sweden and Poland in her family, Helga looked Swedish, spoke some French, dressed in Old World Style clothing.  She wore her shoulder length blond hair in braids and spoke gruffly.
	Slowly the girl meandered her way to where Logan was sitting ‘neath a great oak.  She didn’t make a “bee line” to him, but meandered.  Logan knew she was coming to him.  She hit the nature path that encircled the park and after a few minutes of their eye-to-eye contact she had made her way to him.
	“Hiya.” Logan offered.  Like Tara, Logan had baby squatted for Helga, too.  She was ten, flat chested, no hips, not much of a “sex” appeal at all.  And Helga didn’t care.  But unlike Tara, Logan had never “done anything” with the odd brusque girl.  She would either tell on him or kick his ass.
	With arms folded, Helga plopped to the ground kinda close to Logan.
	Logan HAD seen the girl in her undies, when she wasn’t aware.  He had heard her fart and was aware that she DID finger herself on those few occasions he watched (over) her.
	“Bad day?” Logan asked.
	“Humph!” gruffed the non-timid girl, “you could say that.”
	Logan waited, “Well, uhm, what?”
	“Stupid Ruth!”
	Logan searched his mind, he didn’t know a “Ruth.”
	“And Ruth is?” he drawled for clarity.
	“A slut!” Helga belched.
	Logan was surprised, though gruff, Helga didn’t expel unkind words like “slut.”  She had uttered “bitch” a time or two, but it wasn’t directed at any particular person per se.  
	“She’s the NEW girl.” continued Helga, “And she’s OH so pretty!” 
	By Helga’s tone, she didn’t care for the NEW girl, an uppity, snooty, OH so pretty girl who had poise, smarts, and etc.
	“All the boys are hard for her just ‘cause she wears a bra!  Big deal!”
	Logan was really taken aback.  It must be really something to get Helga riled up so to spurt such unusual language--especially with him sitting beside her.
	“So, like she’s invading your territory or something?”
	“Kinda.” Helga was fuming.
	“I-I don’t think there’s anything--”
	“I saw you.” Helga blurted in.
	“Huh?” then, “W-what?” not again.
	“You and Tara.”
	Logan groaned (to himself).  His cock still ached from the righteous sucking and fucking that followed.  He didn’t know what to say, how much had Helga seen?
	“Too bad you don’t have two dicks--” Helga spurted.
	Logan gasped.  What? What? What? !!!  His eyes bulged, ‘Helga, I never knew you!’
	“W-why?” he asked timidly.  This was getting deep.
	“That way you could stuff one in her mouth while you’re doinking her so’s she’d shut up!” and with that she got up and slipped into the backcountry.
	Logan sat a moment, blinked her bulging eyes then realized where Helga had gone.  Hmmmm

	They were almost to the area where Logan had been with Tara earlier.  Tara WAS a little vocal when getting “doinked.”  Helga seemed to know more about sex and sex related topics than she let on, or should know.  But the times of the days were far different than they had been, too.
	“I didn’t get to see very much, though.” Helga admitted.  Logan was at a loss.  First Slim the Bastard Asshole, and now Helga.  Was no place sacred (er, secret) enough to be naughty with someone!?
	Her arms were still folded and she was still somewhat pissed.  Logan was at a loss.  What to do--what to do!?
	Then Helga farted.  Not a big one, but a little ripper.  Very few girls cut the cheese, well--at least around boys.  
	“Soooo, uhm, you-you saw me and Tara--”
	“Yeah, bozo, I saw you and Tara.  I said that already!” nice girl, like a pit bull!
	“So what now?”
	Helga sighed.  Logan stood behind her askew.  Helga staring out into the woods.  She scratched at her butt and then let her hand remain at her side.  “Well, like I said, I-I didn’t really get to see much--I-I mean, not so much up close.”
	Logan wondered, had she really seen anything at all?  She had seen Tara and him enter the backcountry beyond the park, and heard Tara making “noises”, but had Helga actually seen any naughtiness going on?
	“Well, uhm, uh, Tar-Tara’s gone home--”
	“I know that, bozo,” Helga cut him, “it’s just--”
	“You wanna see ME, see me pretend Tara’s here?”
	Helga had to think.  He had cut her off and very few people ever cut Helga Pataki off in mid sentence when she was on a rant.  But it wasn’t having her speech cut, it was Logan’s proposal.  The imagery of Logan “pretending” Tara was with him filled her mind.
	Hmmmm
	Helga gulped and turned to him, refolded her arms and shrugged, “Yeah, sure, do it!”
	Hmmmm
	Not exactly what Logan wanted to hear.  Sort of, not exactly.
	Helga wore a short mid thigh length off-pink dress with an off-white blouse/shirt underneath.  She had no tits, none.  She DID have a so-so pretty face and Logan often thought of what it would be like to have his cock filling that gruff mouth.
	Logan held firm, though.  Dropping his pants and laying down pretending Tara Melvacki was riding him (like they had just done mere minutes earlier) was not as easy as he thought it would be when he suggested the suggestion to Helga.
	“Fine!” Helga said angrily and with one hand wrenched up her pinkish dress then yanked down her matching panties with the other.  Logan’s cock popped proudly to stiff mode.
	Helga’s snatch was bare to him, hairless (just the way he liked ‘em!)
	Logan felt a little more comfortable, still uneasy and wondered casually if Slim was watching.  He was supposed to be at work, but…
	Laying down on the clover with his pants and underwear at his ankles, legs open, he stroked himself and “pretended” Tara M was on top of him.
	“Why did she scream so much?” Helga asked stepping up and kneeling to her knees.  Her deep blue eyes focused on his massive teenage cock.  She had stepped out of her panties and left them.  Her dress she removed in one fluid swoop of her hands and stood clad only in the off-white blouse.
	Logan reached out for the strange (very strange) girl.  She didn’t resist and slid herself onto his body, nestling her yet unfucked cunny onto his throbbing bone.  She no longer spoke, or had the ability.  Her own eyes bulged (with awe) and stared out into the woods.
	Logan ran his hands up and down the young girl’s body, squeezing her at the sides and pulling off the blouse.  Nipples.  Just nipples with a little bit of “mound”.  It was a beginning.
	Slowly the girl was pulled down, Logan’s hands caressing her smooth tender young ass; his hot throbbing bone pressed hard against her love muffin.  Helga breathed hard with anticipation.  Was she ready, really ready to be “doinked?”
	With her legs spread wide, straddling Logan’s body, her hips raised up just so--Logan began the tedious task of guiding his favorite organ into her.  Helga buried her face into Logan’s shoulder.  Logan squeezed Helga’s ass cheeks hard and eased strongly his bone into her body.
		
*

	Helga was not 100 percent “virginal.”  She hadn’t taken “cock” to her cunny, but that wasn’t to say a wondrous banana, or a stouot cucumber, a well hung gourd, or pleasing dill pickle didn’t please the strange odd gruff girl on an occasion or two.
	Her cunny, though, was receptive to Logan’s bone, she shuddered all over and her cunt tightened about the teen’s schlong snuggly.  It was far different than those afore mentioned items had slid into her tender young cunt.  She had yearned to “get laid” good and proper, but Logan wasn’t her first choice.  No, she was actually saving her twat for another.
	His name was Arnold.

	Of all the boys at Public School 59, Arnold Hansen was the worst.  The worst!  He was always polite, helped everyone, very nearly everyone liked him, he seemed to odd to be real, to real to be believed.  And try as she might, Helga liked him.  Er, like-liked him.  A lot.  She masturbated to his image, when stuffing her cunt with bananas, hot dog wieners, dill pickles, she thought of Arnold.  That says a lot about “liking” someone.
	The like became obsessive.  It was secretive, though, Helga had a rep to keep.  No one, absolutely no one was to know of her “secret love” for Arnold--(including Arnold!)
	By that as it may, well--actually--be it as it may, Helga hot the major hots for Arnold.  She didn’t out-an-out show it, though; she was actually very rude and obnoxious to him.  If he were older and wiser he would have realized that it was a ploy and the girl actually was “warm for his form.”
	But Arnold was ten, almost a eleven, and not wise about girl stuff.
	Arnold H was so unwise (about “girl stuff”) that he failed to realize there WAS a girl who WAS warm for his form.  The new girl, Ruth.  Ruth Anne Hasseman.  She was the “Sunnybrook Farms” sort of girl, congenial, prime, proper, reserved, and was from another planet.  Arnold liked her, but as a social thing.  Ruth Anne, however, had the hots for him.  Major hots.  Arnold really wasn’t so much into a “girlfriend/boyfriend” relationship, just a friend--the simple fact that Ruth was a “girl” made no difference.  
	She didn’t play baseball or basketball, she didn’t spit, fart, or pretend to have farted.  She didn’t cuss or present herself in any sexual manner that would clue a boy in that she was horny and it was okay for him to be horny with her.
	They studied together, spent time at the library and Arnold ever the gentleman walked her to and from home.  When they socialized at a pizzeria or the ice cream shoppe, Arnold paid for Ruth.  Each time Ruth would exclaim, “Oh, Arnold, you are ever so sweet!” in a strange goofy pure & innocent manner.
	Arnold thought it was cute and embarrassed him.
	Helga thought it revolting and made her puke.

Slinking, Slaking, Snooping
	There’s being obsessive and then there’s “being obsessive.”  Helga was the latter.  She had pictures of her secret love, she had stolen some of his poems he had written for various class projects.  She had a lock of his golden hair, had a glass of which had had drank from…
	She wanted (desired) more.
	Shortly before Ruth Anne’s intervention, Helga had gone to Arnold’s (with others) for a little party and studying and so forth.  While at Arnold’s, Helga helped herself to some of her beloved’s clothing--a pair of his underwear (that she secretly wore sometimes--including during the day and at school!)  A pencil he had chewed on, more pictures, paintings he had painted and anything “personal” that had Arnold on it--his DNA an such.
	At night, while wearing his underwear, Helga masturbated and thought of him--she began to think of him while he bathed.  She was curious as to whether he showered or took a regular bath?  This only brought up the lovely image of the boy nude.  She had seen him topless while he wore swim trunks, she desired desperately to see him buck naked.
	Helga soon found herself turned over, face down in her pillows, ass up, fondling her ass, spanking herself, and fingering her cunny until she gushed.  She knew--she knew she had to have the boy--one way or another!
	Helga then soon found herself in Arnold’s closet.
	Arnold had a good sized walk-in closet.  The doors were accordion type and folded back in two directions.  Clothes and toys and sports crap filled the closet to the brim.  Helga had secretly stowed herself inside the closet, just after school had let out for the weekend, and buried herself under the pile(s) of clothing and junk.  She then made adjustments so as she had a so-so commanding view of the boy’s room.
	She then waited.
	She farted, diddled herself, and waited.
	And waited.
	And then waited some more.
	It was nearly five o’clock, two hours after school, before the lunk head finally showed up.  He had gone with his best pal somewhere Helga figured, or off with that bitch Ruth Anne!  After closing his door the boy who had her heart stripped to his underwear and ripped a narly-narly butt blast.  He commented about it, fanned the air about his ass and made for his own private bathroom.
	Helga couldn’t see into the bathroom, the angle was wrong, but the boy was pissing into the toilet.  Helga fumed, she very much wanted to see Arnold’s dick, AND him peeing!  He ripped another butt blast before flushing and returning to his room.  He kicked on some jams, remained clad only in his plain white underwear, and flopped out onto his bed.  Helga had a lovely view of his crotch, his groin.  She licked her lips and worked her fingers into her cunny…
	 At a little after 6PM Arnold’s mother called him for dinner.
	Helga herself was hungry, but had planned ahead--she had snack crackers, a soda, and chips.  Arnold pulled on some clothes and left the room.  Helga waited--she could smell fried chicken and other wondrous smells.  At her own home, being Friday night, her lame dad would pop for pizza.  Pizza was alright, once in a while, but not every freaking Friday!
	(and Helga was supposed to be spending the night at a close friend’s of hers, the only one who could actually stand her company despite the mistreatment.)
	Ten minutes after Arnold had gone for dinner, Helga moved out of the closet, crept across the room and carefully shut the door.  She then scurried into the private bathroom and helped herself to another pair of his underwear, a pair from the boy’s hamper.  She then squatted on the toilet and had herself a pee.  She fingered herself and imagined Arnold standing before her--peeing on her!
	Out of habit she flushed.
	And as soon as she did she realized her mistake.  Quickly she fled back to the closet, but realized she had placed the toilet seat down.  Another faux pa.  She raced back to put the seat up and had just gotten back to the closet when the bedroom door opened.  Helga hadn’t had time to scurry under the pile of clothing and such, she was just inside the closet.
	She waited.
	“Hello?” Arnold said poking his head into his room.  He looked around, scratched his head and stepped to his bathroom.  Helga quickly reburied herself and Arnold scratched at his butt.
	He left then and didn’t return for nearly two hours.

	At eight-thirty Arnold fooled with some homework, read a few pages of a text-school book, read a comic, then went for a snack.  He was gone several minutes and then returned, shutting his door.  Helga was overjoyed as her beloved stripped to the skin.  She could feel herself soiling her fingers.  She had a nice view of his penis and she longed desperately to know what it would feel like pumping in and out of her pussy, or mouth!
	Arnold then sat on the side of his bed, legs open, and began masturbating!  Helga had heard of boys doing such things, but didn’t understand HOW they did it.  She wished she had brought a video camera with her!  Her pussy was beyond moist…
	Then, to Helga’s awe, Arnold pulled out from his nightstand a pair of panties.  Powder blue.  It was unbelievable.  Whose were they!?  Helga desperately wanted to know that, too.  Arnold lay back on his bed and wrapped the blue garment about his young tender pole and wanked.

	Ten minutes after midnight and Helga was on the move.  After wiping her pussy with Arnold’s underwear, she eased herself out of his closet, snagged the pair of undies he had worn for that day and marveled at his tender naked ass as he slept butt naked on his bed, the moonlight streaming into the room enlightening Helga’s view of him.
	It was all she could do to keep from rubbing her hand onto his ass.
	She fled for her best friend’s home.
	When there she told Phoebe all about it, Phoebe was the only one she shared anything with.  Phoebe was a brainiac, smart but with no looks.  Short, glasses, and socially challenged.  Helga was her only true friend.  
	Together they shared deep intimate secrets--along with getting naked and freaking with one another, exploring one another’s young bodies--including tonguing one another, watching the other pee and masturbating together along with finger the other out!
	With the telling of Phoebe about Arnold’s doings in his bedroom, Helga once more was horny and felt the strange exciting tingling between her legs.  She wore nothing in the way of underwear.  Phoebe smelled of Arnold’s underwear and then licked Helga’s cunny until Helga’s orgasm orgasmed.
	In turn, Helga licked Phoebe.  They liked licking one another’s poon, fingering--it was a thing they did.  They pounded their pussies together and Helga taught Phoebe how to enjoy vegetables.  Helga also stuffed Phoebe’s cunt with various veggies, along with her tongue and finger!
	The two slept nakedly together in the same bed until Phoebe’s bedside clock awoke them at a time prior to when everyone else in the house would awaken so they could dress proper and Helga could get into the other twin bed in the bedroom--and no one would be the wiser.

Skip ahead a couple days…
	Helga fumed as once more she had forgotten to snag the video camera.  Oh, well, the image of her beloved would forever be etched in her mind.  Helga really fumed when suddenly her beloved strolled into his room with that bitch Ruth!
	For a while they chatted--Helga despised Ruth, “Oh, Arnold, you are ever so cleaver!” when Arnold cracked one of his infamous lame jokes that no one got.  And there was the, “Oh, Arnold, you are ever so sweet!” it made Helga want to vomit.
	The two did homework, then yapped for half an hour--making Helga retch and gag with the goofy Ruth and her ‘oh so innocent Sunny Brook Farms’ attitude.
	Then, Arnold flopped on his back across his bed.  “Goody-two-shoes” Ruth came up to the bed, they continued to talk, Ruth admiring his “boyish” room, painted blue with airplane mobiles from the ceiling, a fish tank, and general boy stuff.  She then crawled onto the bed and lay very close to Arnold.
	Arnold scooted over a little and continued staring up to the ceiling.
	Then, Ruth scooted to Arnold and lay right on his side!
	Helga nearly gave herself away with disgust, awe, and retching.
	Arnold seemed trapped and unable to move, or didn’t want to move, Helga wasn’t sure.  Ruth cooed to him, Helga couldn’t hear but there were shared whispers.  Helga’s hatred of Ruth intensified.  ‘bitch gotta die!’
	Then, Ruth lay right on top of Arnold!
	There was more cooing.
	Then, “Oh, Arnold,” she exclaimed in her innocent girlish voice, “you are ever so big!” and she was copping a feel of Arnold’s crotch!
	Arnold seemed stunned, and he was pinned, too.
	“I-I am?” He was ten, nearly eleven, how big could he be?
	And how did Ruth know the difference?
	Ruth rubbed on Arnold’s crotch, grinning and eyeing him.  Arnold positioned himself on his elbows--totally mesmerized.  
	“That feels kinda good.” he told her.
	“May I see it?” Ruth asked.
	Arnold’s face lost all color.  He was shocked and awed and stunned.
	Helga found it incredibly hard to keep silent and still and hidden.
	After shrugging his shoulder, “I-I guess so.” Arnold said.  And it looked as if though Ruth was going to do the unveiling, but held back.  She sat up enough so as Arnold could free his willy.
	Helga had already seen her beloved in the raw, playing with it and everything.  And though Ruth had not, so far as known, it wasn’t the first schlong she had seen.  She grinned at the boyish penis, smiled and looked upon the white meat as some sort of delicious desert.
	“Would you let me touch it, it looks ever so lovely!”
	Arnold couldn’t speak, he nodded and Ruth gripped her fingers about his cock and masturbated him.  Arnold was stunned.  Helga fumed.
	“It’s a very nice one, Arnold.” Ruth told him.  Helga didn’t know for sure, Arnold’s cock was the only one she had seen (of age.)  Other schlongs belonged to little boys so there was no comparison proper.
	Ruth then stood and looked to Arnold, “Would you like to see mine?”
	‘WHAT!?’ Helga almost shouted.
	“You don’t have one of these!” he grinned and chortled, he also timidly began easing his dong back inside his underwear.
	“No silly,” Ruth retorted, “haven’t you ever seen what a girl looks like?” 
	Arnold gulped and shook his head.  “Not really.”
	So Ruth showed him.
	Her green checkered dress that went to her knees pulled up to her waist--revealing green dyed cotton undies snuggling fitting about her body.
	Arnold’s cock that had been hard before poked out of his underwear.
	Methodically, without thinking, Arnold pulled on his cock as Ruth pulled down her panties, exposing herself.  Arnold let out a little moan.  Ruth grinned and pushed her panties to her ankles.
	After stepping out of the undies she removed her dress and undergarment and stood nude before her “beau.”  Arnold gulped and worked his pants and underwear down to his ankles, then kicked them off.  Ruth ogled his nakedness than climbed onto him.
	Ruth’s lily white ass was pointed right at Helga’s view.  She also could see Arnold’s cock going into Ruth’s cunt.  Arnold’s hands clamped onto Ruth’s lily white ass, pulling the cheeks open WIDE as the two bumped and grinded.  Helga’s pussy was more than just simply moist…

	A large hard banana Helga wish she had--she’d stuff it into the corn hole of Ruth Anne Hasseman.  Followed by a hot dog (bun and all) and then a fat juicy dill pickle, a cucumber, a zucchini, and Helga’s fist!  The two on the bed “made love”, they bounced and carried on for quite a time with Ruth finally turning her love muffin about and planting it onto Arnold’s face, she then went down and sucked on Arnold’s schlong.
	Helga had worked her panties out of the way and diddled herself a good diddle.  Ruth finally managed to get Arnold to cum.  It wasn’t a lot, a little squirt but the whore slurped it and drained Arnold’s cummer.
	Whether she came herself or not wasn’t clear or known to Helga.  
	She didn’t care, revenge had beset her.
	They two lovers went into the private bathroom.  What they did was also unknown, but there were some giggles and other “mysterious sounds” followed by the flushing of the toilet.  They returned half an hour later, kissed and Ruth taught Arnold how to please her cunny with his mouth.
	After several minutes of that, Arnold was ready again, to enter Ruth the proper way.  And the Missionary Way, too.  Helga focused her attention on Arnold’s ass, his slapping hairless testicles, his penis sliding in and out of Ruth’s cunt.

*

	“Do you think you could do that for me?”
	Logan looked to the girl, “Uh, uhm, sure--why not!?” he was kind of in a bind, another one--he had been “observed” with Tara, had his semen in Helga’s poon, and … 
	What was proposed was near preposterous--kidnap Ruth Anne Hasseman for the purpose of sexual assault--and Helga wanted to be in on it, too.  Logan didn’t think he could do it, out-and-out kidnap someone.  But he’d think on it.  In the back of his mind, he DID know someone who would possible be so vile.  But including that someone--he didn’t know if he should.

*
	
Over Extending
	Rudy Eblath had three fine sisters, very fine.  Vanessa, Denise, and Saundra.  Saundra was the oldest and already out of the house.  She was in between years at some big city college, was engaged to a med student, she herself was studying law and business.  Denise was a freelancer, free on life, carefree that is.  She got into a lot of trouble and had no boundaries despite her mother trying to corral her.  Vanessa was a little reserved but also following Denise--mostly the trouble pursuit.
	Bud was well known at the Eblath home.  He had strong (unnatural) desires for the Eblath women.  His asshole still steamed from the righteous fingering and then subsequent sodomizing by Slim Gymon, but in turn--Slim allowed Bud to use the “device.”
	Seeings as how it DID work on Trudy, Bud was sold.  He also figured that at some point in time ole Slim would want more of Bud’s body, or something else.  
	“And if’in you think you can use the device against me, don’t.” Slim warned.  Bud hadn’t thought of it but took the warning to heart.  He didn’t know why but figured Slim had some way of blocking the device’s ability.
	Probably.  Maybe.  Maybe it was a bluff--but Bud wasn’t going to tempt fate.  Not with Slim anyways.  He set his sights on Trudy’s sisters…

	Trudy sat at the family breakfast table in the kitchen.  Bud ached to get her naked and boff her right then and there, but he held off--somehow.  Beings as he came to the Eblath home quite often, he had gotten to know the family’s schedule.  This allowed him the pre-knowledge knowing that at 3:20 seventh grader Vanessa would be bouncing into the house via the back door into the kitchen.  And he would be waiting.
	Vanessa was late by 2 minutes.  
	As soon as she came in, all cherry and “happy-go-lucky” like, Bud wasted no time and zapped her.  The fundamental operation of the Device had been schooled to Bud, he figured there were probably a couple of operations NOT schooled to him, but he didn’t care--so long as the gist was known.
	As soon as Denise chirped, “Hi guys!” she knew no more at that moment.  Bud sighed relief, blinked his eyes and waited.  Then,
	“P-put your books down.” he said into the airline hands-free mic.
	Denise did so.  She was no longer bouncy-wouncy, chipper, saying hello or saying anything.  She placed her books on the table and did nothing else.
	“Uhm, what about, after?” Bud had wondered allowed to Slim.
	After their shenanigans with Trudy, Bud wondered if the hapless girl would remember what had happened to her or whatever.  Slim shook his head, ‘No.’ and showed Bud the proper way to subdue the cortical memory suppressor.  “When they awaken “after” you’ve fooled with them, they’ll return to the about exact moment they were zapped and pick up from there.”
	And it was so.  Trudy’s clothing was replaced, the cum stains remained on (and in) her body, but she was dressed and returned to the placement of where she would remember being before being assaulted by the device.
	And to Bud’s amazement Trudy was none the wiser.
	Even after a couple of days.  Bud walked the girl home, she said nothing or was aware of anything amiss--’cept her asshole and cunny were awfully sore.  Then, at school, she was normal and Bud was horny.
	After zapping Trudy the second time, there was little time as Vanessa was due home soon.  There was no real secure place along their walk from their school to Trudy’s home.  It would be cutting time short but Bud knew the family’s schedule…
	“Take off--” he paused as he had to think.  Denise was due home at a quarter to the hour of four.  He hadn’t the time to fool around too much.  
	“Uhm take your PANTS down.”
	Vanessa wore thin cottony black pants with gold stripes.  She didn’t pause, hesitate, or even contemplate--she unhitched the top of the pants and pushed them down to her ankles.  Bud’s pud nearly bursted thru his jeans.
	Green panties.  Skin tight, French-cut.  His eyes stared directly to her muffin, it was more defined that Trudy’s, but then again--Vanessa was thirteen, too.
	“Take-take your panties down.” Bud said in a lower voice.
	Once he and Trudy were home, as soon as they were inside and checked to make sure they were alone--Bud zapped Trudy and quickly fingered her, kissed her, and made her fondle him.  He practically fucked her thru her clothes, but time was short and there would be time for her later.
	Vanessa stood back up straight, she was a cheerleader by the way.  She had some kind of body!  Bud desperately wanted to see her naked, and he knew that he eventually would.  Focusing his attention to her “triangle” he felt some seepage from his cock.  He fished it out and approached the thirteen year old, “you can do a little Q&A to them, sometimes they will answer, sometimes not.” Slim said, “if they don’t answer, the answer is most likely a No.  Sometimes, though, if they don’t answer the question asked is too revolting or bizarre or not to their liking to answer back.  Be careful there, sometimes the mind then will override the hold held over it.”
	But Bud wanted to know if Vanessa sucked cock.  Just cause she was thirteen, never cussed, farted, or acted crudely (at leastways around Bud).  She was a church girl, pleasant and very nice.  Giving head jobs just didn’t seem to be in her…
	But he had to ask.  He would watch her eyes.  If there was a fluttering or adverse facial expressions showing, Bud was to hit her again with the Device.  A second “shot” from the Device, though, could have some detrimental side effects.
	“Like?”
	“Major headaches, pissing themselves, blurred vision, earaches, ear ringing, stuff like that.”	
	“And, too, they could be in the “suspended” sleep mode for a longer period of time.”
	Joy!
	To Bud, though, it was worth the risk.	
	He asked.
	Vanessa responded with a gentle head nod and “Yes.”
	Bud was flabbergasted.  “W-who?  Who have you sucked?” he had to know.  He knew Vanessa’s boyfriends.
	“Dion.” a former boyfriend.
	“Wow.” he asked if she “swallowed.”
	Vanessa responded with another head nod and verbal “Yes.”
	She also got completely naked with Dion.  She never let Dion fuck her pussy, but he DID get off into her asshole.  Dion licked out her pussy and she had to the hots for Denise’s boyfriend, Rodney.
	Bud’s eyes caught the time on the microwave--3:45PM.
	“Pull up your clothes!” he said almost shouting.
	He heard the keys jingling at the front door, 25 feet behind him.  There was a door between them, separating the living room and the kitchen.  Good thing.  Vanessa pulled up her clothes, Bud helped and then “unzapped” her.
	The girl reared her head back, blinked her eyes hard and fingered her ears.  Trudy, too, had been “released”.  She didn’t recall being in the kitchen or sitting down.  But there was her apple and juice drink, a typical snack after school.
	Denise bounded into the kitchen, the girls greeted one another and a sort of whacked out Vanessa took the kitchen stairs to the second floor to her room.  Bud really wanted to follow.  In fifteen minutes, though, Saundra was due to arrive, then in 45 minutes, the family’s mother.
	Bud thought he’d wait until they were all in assemblage and he’d zap the whole damn family at once.  A gangbang!

Smokin’ Pole
	Try as he might, Logan still found he had “free time.”  He would rather not.  Free time meant Slim could fill that timeless void.  It wasn’t all bad being with Slim, in part--Logan kinda sorta enjoyed the semi rough sex with Slim.  It was just the fact that Slim was an adult, a man.  Being spanked and reamed in the ass was okay, but Logan had a problem with the man’s age.
	He had a problem with the man’s unnatural desires, too.
	Logan again had to deal with the wishy-washiness of that problem as he himself enjoyed young boys.  He felt that with Slim enjoying young boys was wrong--but it was perfectly alright for him!
	Logan hated the mess he had gotten in to.  And then there was Helga Pataki wanting him to out-and-out kidnap a girl for the purposes of serious sexual assault.  Was there no end!?
	(No)
	“When you have some free time,” Slim had said, “I’d like for you to drop by the house.” for various reasons.
	Logan sighed.  Slim was alright and had helped getting him a raise at the car lot.  But the price was kinda steep.  What more shenanigans could there be involving himself with the weird pervert?
	As always, Logan rode his bike down the alley and made his way secretively into the backyard and then to the backdoor’s mud room.  Pecking on the oak threshold hold he heard Slim’s voice holler, 
	“Come on in, in the bedroom.”
	Where else!?
	Logan made his way and was not prepared for what he saw.

	Up against the foot of the bed was a young boy tied up.  He was spread-eagled against the foot of the bed with his arms and legs outstretched as far as possible, a gag in his mouth.  He was nude.  Small marks there were on his backside and mostly his young tender 7 year old ass.
	Slim himself was nude and had a rail on.
	ON the bed was another boy, about nine or so, naked and unconscious.  Logan could only stare.  He was sickened and horrified.  He also had a boner going.
	Slim smacked the bare ass of the boy who was tied to the bed.  A video camera was filming the horror in progress.
	“Come join in.” Slim urged.
	Logan didn’t want to, he couldn’t.  He had a raging boner but didn’t understand why, what he saw sickened and repulsed him.  In no way did he wish to be naughty with little boys in such a way.  Willingly, yes, tied up, unconscious--it was wrong.
	“I would like for you to join in,” Slim said with a mono level voice.  It was not exactly “stern” or demanding, but it was close.  Slim was in a spot, worse than ever.  Could he survive having what he was doing with Charlotte and the others being let known?  He knew if he crossed Slim in any way, Slim Gymon wouldn’t hold back a recent threat to send copies of the secret videos he had of him; being with Mark and Courtney, the Chinese boy at Slim’s house that day, Haun Lee, and whatever else.
	He was in a fix.

	Not so much into the “torture” aspect of narly shenanigans involving the tied up boy, Logan ogled the nude boy on the bed; there, too, was another boy on the floor on the other side of the bed, he was clothed but had pissed his pants.  Like the boy on the bed, though, he was unconscious.
	“Do whatever you want.” Slim said.
	Logan wanted to go home and forget the whole thing.
	Timidly he caressed the nude boy’s penis and hairless testicles.  He was no more than seven.  No more.  The boy on the floor--no more than eight.  No more.  Logan’s cock was in it, but not his heart.  It wasn’t right.
	“Come ‘ere.” Slim said to Logan.  He did so and then had to be told to strip (off his clothes.)  Somewhat reluctantly the kinda naughty teen got out of his clothes then moved back onto the bed, positioning himself before the tied up young boy.
	The gag was removed and Logan’s cock went to the hilt (base) inside the terrified youngster.  Slim grabbed up a handful of hair and worked the boy’s head back and forth along the teen prong--he himself was up the boy’s asshole.
	Logan was into the deed, but he couldn’t understand why he had such a raging boner.  He was essentially turned off by the bizarre ordeal, but apparently just his mind was.
	Logan guessed that if it weren’t for the youngster; his mistreatment, being tied up, horribly spanked and so--he could deal with it.  Slim saw Logan’s extreme displeasure.  “Go grab me some beer.” 
	Logan paused a moment, then scurried off the bed and to the kitchen.
	When he returned with the beer, the young boy who had been tied to the bed was gone.  Where he had gone was not known.  The other two boys were there, though.
	Both Slim and Logan had a beer.  Afterwards, attention was to the nude boy on the bed, Geoff.
	Slim lay beside the nude youngster fondling his little wares.  Logan sat on his knees beside the boy still stunned.  He was curious about where Slim had stashed the seven year old, but then again--he probably didn’t want to really know.
	“Hold his legs back.” Slim said after a few minutes of earnest fondling of the boy.  Logan did so.  Slim then worked a finger into the boy’s anus, probed deeply and then sodomized the still unconscious lad with the empty beer bottle.

	His mind was empty.  His emotions fluxuated and he was deeply concerned about himself.  Slim poured beer all over Geoff’s nude body, Logan lapped the boy’s body and took quite some time slurping on the lad’s wares.  Then, taking the empty bottle himself, he reamed the lad’s rectum, prepping it for his own wanker.
	While Logan nailed Geoff, Slim pulled the other unconscious boy onto the bed and undressed him.  The undressing only helped stiffen Logan’s cock.  He fucked the young boy faster, stronger, harder.  Slim stripped the new boy, James, to the skin, raised his legs and finger fucked the boy’s hole.  “You like?” he asked of Logan.  Logan nodded, he did.

*

To Thine Ownself I Never Knew Ya
	James and Geoff were placed in the alley of 7th St. and Commerce Way.  A national bus depot was a block away, an all-nite diner across the street.  Abandoned buildings and two car lots were in between.  The boys were dressed, drenched in beer, the assholes well fucked, mouths that would have the lingering taste of beer and cum for some time to cum.  
	“They wont remember a thing!” grinned Slim, in his hand he had some sort of small device like a remote control used for a television or stereo system.  Depressing a button on it emitted an ear piercing shrill that instantly made Logan dizzy.  He retained his faculties but felt like he was kind of seasick.  Boys Geoff and James came around, stumbled about a bit and fled into the darkness down the alley.
	They would be fine.  Really-really confused, but otherwise fine.
	
	Who was this guy Slim Gymon?  He was a man beyond words to describe.  Dangerous.  Psychotic.  Ultra horny with no morals.  Logan knew that he himself was no saint and he did not profess to be one.  In comparison--well, there really was none.  If Slim were say HIS age or so, the shenanigans done to the kids would probably be overlooked.  
	Logan was, though, still bothered by the young boy who had been secured to Slim’s bed.  That was not good.  And the two boys who had been rendered unconscious?  How?  Logan just didn’t go for that sort of stuff.  Willingly was the only way.
	Logan couldn’t figure it--he just couldn’t.  He himself and Slim.  It was too confusing.  He wanted to be naughty, but as naughty as Slim?  Slim Gymon carried his naughty shenanigans a bit too far.  But Logan recalled fooling with three year old Charlotte.  There was Mark and Courtney, too.  And Brandon.  Logan didn’t consider himself “gay”, he just liked sex.  
	Some nights later after the release of Geoff and James, Logan once more found himself in the company of Slim.  The purpose wasn’t clear, it was just “Wanna go for a ride?” this after a narly sex session privately in Slim’s private office.  
	Exactly how it happened (the next event) Logan wasn’t sure.  It bugged him and bothered him.  (then later on it alarmed him)  They had come to a friend of Slim’s house.  The friend had purchased a new car and Slim had “dropped by” to see how it was going.  (so it was explained to Logan)
	The “friend” was--weird, in Logan’s opinion.  Really skinny, wiry, ex-navy, way too smart (on the verge of being pompous) had a strange almost squeaky voice.  He was also a pervert.
	There, too, was the wife and kid.
	The wife was even more weirder than her husband!
	The kid, a girl of thirteen, was about the most normal of the two!
	The wife had some sort of “mental” debility.  Not enough to classify her as mentally challenged, but a dimwit for sure.  Dull flaming red hair, body a little out of proportion with her head.  And just as skinny as her dweeb hubby.  She also worked at as a cashier at a large retail department store chain.
	Anyways, in a computer room there were stacks and stacks of porno.  Books, magazines, and videos.  On the computer there were even more.  On the computer was illicit illegal porn.  
	The skinny weird man’s wife, Mary, and daughter Angela, made themselves scarce in the living room.  Logan felt out of place and uncomfortable.  Slim and “Robert” yapped, discussed the new car and then segued to porn.
	Logan recalled the images on the computer--little kids running amok naked, posing, and being posed.  Then, Logan couldn’t account for the time.  He felt some “time” was missing:  from the computer stuff to the next event--which was something about involving Rob’s wife and daughter.
	Logan noted that Mary and teen daughter Angela were in the computer room but they didn’t seem to be interacting.  They were quite and standing still.  Then, to Logan’s disbelief, Mary and Angela removed their tops!
	Mary had some titties.  She had some BIG titties.  Not abnormal or OMG! kind of titties, but solid 36Cs.  Round torpedo titties.  Her skin tone was mostly an odd shade of white inundated with jillions of freckles.  She appeared almost anorexic, too; hollow cheek bones, bony butt, sunken eyes--almost like someone who was malnourished.
	Daughter Angela had smaller titties, but she was destined for big hooters, too.  She was going to be TALL, too.  Her grandfather was tall, but neither of her parental units were.  She had her mother’s flaming hair and her father’s body type.
	It seemed as though Robert was approving.  Logan tended to believe old Slim had some sort of object, like a remote control for a television.  Thinking hard, Logan recalled its usage earlier…
	With an approving nod from Robert, Slim continued.
	Nextly, Mother & Daughter unhitched their jeans and let them drop.
	Rob gouged himself and looked upon the two women in his life with lust.  Logan still felt uncomfortable.  He came to note and realize that Slim had one of those infamous “devices.”  A mind-altering device that was on the news nightly, discussed daily, and feared (if not revered) constantly.	
	Mary then lowered her purple panties with lace trim.
	Angela lowered her red cotton undies.
	Mary had a full bodied “bush” untrimmed and wild.
	Angela had her muffin just two inches wide.
	A low moan came out of Robert’s mouth.  He had a very distinctive bulge and Logan heard, “would you like a blow?”
	Logan wondered if Slim had used the Device on him?  Was it why he (Logan) was so willing?  Logan felt confused.  He WAS confused.  How much of himself was there in his dealing with the sorry likes of Slim Gymon?
	Then, Robert unzipped his corduroys and hauled out his cock.
	And WHAT a cock!  It was freaking HUGE!  Logan tried not to stare but SON-OF-A-BITCH!  For such a skinny wiry weird fuck, Robert Simpson had a major wang!
	Daughter Angela stepped out of her clothes, removed her bra and was naked.  She approached her father (and her father’s cock) and Logan thought he heard something to the effect of a question asked; “do you suck cock?” to wit the thirteen year old merely nodded her head.
	Her father was a little perturbed by the girl’s admission, but then again he seemed okay with it.  Another admission by the supposed virgin girl gave her away as “giving up the booty.”  her pussy, however, DID remain virginal.
	Robert looked over his naked teen daughter with extreme lust.  Extreme.  He worked his pants down, opened his legs, and willingly (willingly?  Maybe he was--maybe he wasn’t.  Logan was no longer sure.)
	For a while Logan fastened his eyes on Angel’s bobbing head (as she sucked tenaciously (if not expertly)) on her father’s massively thick 7-incher.  Then, Logan seemed fascinated with the girl’s ass.  Slim rubbed on the girl’s ass, smacked her and jammed a finger into her hole.  Angela did nothing but suck.
	A nod from Slim put Logan in position, his pants down and cock ramming in and out of Angela’s well fucked asshole.  Robert didn’t seem to mind--he was enjoying himself.  And Mary remained behind them askew…