August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 8
Great Googlymoogly!

Dilemmas
	It was a dilemma, a question of Right and Wrong with the ultimate outcome beyond the scope of comprehension.  He didn’t think himself as one who was “evil” per se, or a really bad person--he blamed his cock.  Yeah!  That was it, his cock was the cause of his dilemmas!
	Or was it his heart?
	Or mind?
	To crave the flesh of the young was just wrong.
	Wasn’t it?
	Sure it was.
	Wasn’t it?
	It was the sign of the times--perverts the world over were succumbing to the carnal pleasures and engaging in extreme demoralizing shenanigans.  Having sex with young ones was one thing, kidnapping them for reasons of having sex another.  And kidnapping them for torturous reasons something else!
	But Helga Pataki demanded it and Logan had little choice.
	The subject was the bitch goody-two-shoes cock stealing cunt Ruth Anne Hasseman.  When you hate somebody might as well go all the way with it and not be half-assed.    But out-and-out kidnapping was a toughie.
	Then one day Logan’s hole was smoldering, his cheeks searing.  He lay bent over Slim’s desk, his mind (and body) in a whirl.  He was just getting himself deeper and deeper…
	and deeper still when after Logan’s rectum and cheeks cooled down he and Slim got into a conversation.  Slim had noted his buddy seemed distressed over something.
	“Personal problem I’m trying to figure out.” Logan said without giving up any details.  He stood and felt the cream of Slim’s dick juice trickling down his legs.  Slim was taking up too much of his time, his free time and other.  But he was making more money and having more “perks” than any other employee ever had.
	“If there’s anything I can do to help…” trailed the most dangerous man Logan knew.  
	Logan shook his head, how could he explain?  Could he explain? SHOULD he explain?  Or did ole Slim already know?
	“Got a problem with someone?” Slim surmised.
	Logan got nervous, his cock wouldn’t get hard, but with the shagging of Helga and Amy (his horny naughty live-in cousin) and Ms. Langly, Logan’s schlong had gotten more “action” than he ever could imagine.
	Slowly he nodded his head that he DID have a problem with someone.  
	“Well,” drawled Slim, “if’in you had one of them mind devices going around, would that help?”
	Mind devices.  They were all the rage.  They were banned and illegal and anyone caught in possession of one got into some serious trouble.  But, be that as it may…
	Logan nodded.
	Slim smiled.
	Logan groaned--he WAS getting deeper.  Much deeper…

So screwed that the light from Screw would take a million years
	“You better not use that thing on me!” Helga declared.
	Logan assured her he wouldn’t.  He was nervous enough as it was.  
	The woods were great but Logan was still nervous, he didn’t trust Slim.  Slim had already busted him and his (boy)friend Logan and was aware of just about everything Logan did that he shouldn’t.  He moved on to the trestle and then beyond it deeper and deeper into the wild.
	“Just how fucking far are we going anyhow, Bozo?” bitched Helga.
	“Far enough.” Logan replied.  He carried Ruth Anne and continued pecking his way along to the most secure locale he knew.  What exactly Helga wanted to do with the unfortunate Ruth Anne he didn’t know--spanking was high on Helga’s list; she wanted to see Logan fucking her--HARD, to pee on her and whatever came to mind.  Logan was just in it for the sex.  Ruth Anne was pretty, a slut, and young.  
	The most secure locale Logan knew was nearly a mile from the trestle along banks of the dry river.  The going was rough and several times they had to make detours.  A horse path there was and the findings of clothes, beer cans, and illegal campfires.  But, no peoples.
	It was a cave, the most secure locale Logan knew of.  He put Ruth Anne down and checked the cave out, it was boarded up and went into a hill some fifty feet.
	No one was within.
	Inside there had been some attempts at construction.  Several campfires and lots of refuse about.  At the back of the cave it was opened to a make a large room with a drop off to one side that was natural.  The drop off went some one hundred feet to a rocky bottom.  Logan didn’t know any more than that as he had never ventured to explore any more than that.
	“This stinks!” Helga bitched.
	“But it’s secure.” Logan replied.  He hoped.
	The cave DID stink, several odors that were indiscernible.  Logan got a small fire going and sat to think.  There were timbers o’erhead, they looked pretty secure.  His heart pounded in his chest and he had a bad-bad feeling seething throughout him.
	“Well?” asked Logan.
	“Well?  Well what?” shot back the mouthy Helga.
	Logan rolled his eyes, “Well, like, what do you want to do?  T-to her?” 
	Ruth Anne sat on a rock-seat very quite and still, her mind locked by the Minding Device Slim Gymon had lent him.  
	“Take her clothes, you boob!” shouted Helga.
	Logan hated taking orders from the girl, he enjoyed having sex with her, that was cool--but she was bossy, real fucking bossy.
	Logan stood the girl up--all along the trek to the cave he had fingered her--he DID want to have sex with her, spank and do whatever came to mind, but he still felt at odds with himself about it.
	As usual, Ruth Anne wore a dress, a plaid kiddie dress with a white under-blouse.  Not much in the titty department but she DID have a trainer on.  A very nice pair of pink panties, Ruth Anne’s favorite color.  Logan ogled the girl in her undies, then slowly pulled them down.  His cock was near exploding in his jeans.
	“Uhm, when I get her ready,” Logan wonder aloud, “--”
	“What?” asked Helga interrupting his thought.
	“Oh, uhm, well, uhm,--”
	“Tie her you, you dope!” Helga bitched.
	“Yeah, I-I know, tie her up and blindfold her.” then, “And we probably shouldn’t SAY anything so she cant recognize our voices.”
	Helga didn’t say anything but waited--watched and waited.
	A bit of rope secured Ruth’s hands behind her back.  A large hanky secured her eyes--although Logan did sort of kind of want the girl (if she was to suffer good and proper-like, to SEE the abuse as it came onto her.)
	Then, Logan released her mind.

Other loose ends
	He knew it was wrong.
	He knew it was illegal.
	He knew it was immoral.
	With that said and noted, he smiled as Saundra and her mother finally made their appearance.  The setting was complete.  The mind altering device Slim had lent him was warm and made a buzzing sound.  But Bud had his friend Rudy, her sisters Vanessa, Denise, Saundra and their mother under his (well, the unit’s) control.
	“I’ll make this quick.” he said, then he would try for them one at a time at some other time.  All at once he guessed was a bit much for the unit to handle.
	In the family room he directed them, then-- “Take off your clothes.” he told Trudy.  “Slowly.” he smiled and watched in wide eyes of enlightenment as ten year old Trudy stripped to the skin.
	None of her sisters made any indication that they were aware, or her mother.  Bud licked his lips in anticipation, his cock grew and he was in love.  Or something close.  
	With Trudy’s top off and her pants and panties at her ankles, Bud lowered his.  He was totally absorbed in the girl and had her lay over the overstuffed arm of the sofa.  Once more he ogled the girl’s bear behind--just as he had when they had been in Slim Gymon’s office.  Now, though, it seemed different.  Real different.
	Parting her cheeks again he examined her asshole.  How many times had his tongue, fingers, and cock stuffed that hole?  How many times had ole Slim done same?  Bud was a little uncomfortable about Slim--Slim was too much.  But, then again…
	After some tonguing of Trudy’s asshole he stuffed her.  Her asshole muscles were receptive to his cock, it wasn’t as big as Slim Gymon’s, but Bud didn’t care.
	Bud’s mind whirred.  News reports of mind altering devices filled his mind, good and bad.  He had always sort of kind of wanted to have one, if only to satisfy a few of his lust-quests.  Then, there was Slim Gymon.  A strange dude if ever there was one.  And dangerous.  Bud knew that.  He didn’t care to be poked in the ass by Slim, or sucked or spanked.  He was kind of enthralled seeing the weirdo fuck Trudy, though.  
	Bud regarded Trudy as his girlfriend and in so being he felt at odds with himself--he knew that he should be in defense of his girlfriend and not allow her to be shagged by Gymon.  But then again, it was kind of a turn-on to see Trudy nude being reamed in the ass, spanked, fingered, and fucked on the man’s desk.
	Bud guessed that if Trudy had not been under the guise of a minding device, subdued via her mind, and been awake and aware--it may have been different.  Bud didn’t want to see Trudy come to any harm, not serious harm or raped/sodimized against her will.  But when that will was suppressed… 
	Bud took his time, the device lent to him by Slim was warm--very warm to the touch.  He sat in on the coffee table and fucked Trudy in the ass.  He didn’t want to cum, doing so would quickly diminish his lust.  He had staying power and enjoyed that, while it lasted.
	Pulling out of Trudy, he spanked her then placed her on the floor.  Straddling her he masturbated.  He wanted to pee on her, he wanted to see her suck his cock and balls on her own volition.  But her mind was “controlled” and it wasn’t likely to happen.  Bud smiled to himself as after the “sessions” in Slim’s office Trudy often picked at her ass--it wasn’t so much as she had a “wedgie” as it was her asshole was sore.
	He looked to Vanessa.  He had longed for her.  She was a couple of years older, thirteen to be exact.  She was pretty, very pretty.  Her skin creamy dark, like chocolate.  She always smelled sweet and smiled to him and was nice to him.  Trudy was sometimes not so nice and sweet.
	“Take off your clothes.” Bud said into the hands-free mic.
	No hesitation.  Vanessa Eblath began undoing her clothes without thought or emotion or hesitation.  Bud continued stroking himself while straddling Trudy.  Vanessa removed her clothes and stood nude before him.  Bud was in glory--glory!
Other than glory
	Sweet demure innocent Ruth Anne Hasseman awoke to find herself in a very bizarre situation.  She was blindfolded and her arms stretched up above her head.  Her ankles were tied securely and she was suspended up off the ground a few inches.
	She had screamed so in her first few minutes of awareness that her mouth to be gagged.  She was also nude.  Strange unknown hands pressed against her, fondling her chest and private areas.  Beyond that she was spanked, harshly.
	Strangely, someone was licking her pussy!  The more she struggled the more she was spanked--at first it was bare handed swats followed by a flat stick or something like.  All the poor girl could do was endure.

	Logan didn’t feel right about the ordeal done unto the hapless Ruth Ann.  Did she truly deserve the mistreatment?  Helga thought so.  Logan couldn’t believe he was taking orders from the ten year old, but she was bossy and demanding.
	Helga swatted Ruth’s bare ass as hard as she could multiple times after Logan had stripped her clothes off and tied her up securely, then suspended her from the support beam rafter of the cave.  Thereafter, after the spanking and turning Ruth’s lovely dainty ass tomato red, Helga cooled her hand(s) then stood in front of the dangling helpless ‘ho.
	‘Fuck MY boyfriend will ya!’ Helga steamed then jammed her fingers into Ruth’s cunt.  After wiggling and wiggling them about she began earnestly licking the girl’s poon.  Logan had found a construction site’s marker stick; it was hard, long and sturdy enough to administer the demanded for spanks from Helga.
	After a few minutes Helga stopped fingering and licking and stood back still glaring at the boyfriend stealer.  She was still enraged and far from done with Ruth.  Logan took a breather, he couldn’t believe what was happening and that he was a part of it!
	Helga then slipped out of her own clothes.
	Logan watched her and got a massive boner.  He felt trickles of cum in his pubes as Helga pulled her panties down.  Helga looked to him, no smile or any facial expression whatsoever.
	All thoughts left his mind as his cock slid into the young girl’s poon.  He had been in her a few times before, mouth and asshole, too.  But it was her gloriously tight cunt that pleased him.  Helga didn’t seem to mind but desired to have Arnold’s hot cock in her instead.
	Slow and easy they fucked on the cave floor all the while poor hapless Ruth Ann dangled by her wrists inches away.  Helga’s legs opened wide and Logan eased himself in and out.  His sweaty body poised and locked above her working only his hips.  Helga thrashed about some, trembling uncontrollably despite her desire to get laid by her boyfriend who didn’t know she pinned for him.  
	Suddenly he felt his balls swelling and fluid surging through his cock.  He pumped faster, driving his cock all the way into her.  Helga grabbed up handfuls of cave dirt and bucked a little as the teen lover’s cock grinded and oversensitized her little sensitive bud (clit).
	A great quantity of love juice exploded into Helga’s young cunt.  Her eyes rolled as the union of their blissful fucking came to an epic climax.  Logan pumped furiously a little bit more, cum still streaming from his cock.  Pulling out he humped on her pussy and then inched his way up her young bod.  When at her chest he paused.  Helga put her hand on his sweating ass cheek, the other griping his cum squirter and taking it into her mouth.

Fuck Me, Suck Me, repeat…
	One little boy shouldn’t have so much fun!  He felt out of control as Vanessa slurped on his cock.  He was enchanted beyond belief.  Gymon and Trudy had sucked him but it was nothing like getting slurped on by Vanessa.  She was good!
	When he had all that he could stand he had the girl lay out on the floor.  He took a few minutes to take a long look to her nude body, his cock was already aching as was his balls.  There were no thoughts resting on “the afterwards”, only the hear and now mattered.
	Fucking Vanessa fulfilled a long standing fantasy he had had about the girl.  He didn’t cum, but he didn’t care.  He fucked, humped, pumped, and rocked his world for several minutes.  Van’s nipples became stiff and he soon was nearing exhaustion.  He smelled something like burning wires, he paused a moment to look around, then shrugged and looked to the next conquest--Denise.

	Saundra was 21 yrs. young, a woman.  A young woman anyways.  She had extreme poise and was an Ivy League college girl.  He pussy was tight and snug and pleased him but she had been fucked a few times before.  So had Denise.  Bud had stuffed Denise’s cunt but his cock was going crazy with the making him ansy.  It prompted him to have the girl lay across the arm of the sofa and spread her own cheeks--then, Bud stuffed her backdoor.
	The asshole of Denise Eblath was at least snug.  Bud humped his fill there and almost came.  A little squirt of boy juice, it gave him just as much a thrill as fucking her pussy so he didn’t care.  He spanked her ass, kissed the cheeks and stared for a couple of minutes or so at her soppy pussy and winking asshole.
	A guy could really get to like it!
	From Denise he settled to Saundra.  She was the prettiest of them all.  Dressed smartly, smelled good, and just had one of those incredible personalities.
	“Get naked!” Bud said.  He fondled his balls and watched the 21 year old undress.  “Yeah, that’s it!” he smiled.  A slight distraction there was with the burning wire smell once more filling the air.  He could determine where it was from--and he still didn’t care.
	Once Saundra was nude, he paused a moment to linger upon her form.
	Then he had her lay on the floor.
	On her chest he straddled, titty fucking her.  Then, a devil’s thought came to his mind, he turned about and planted his ass to her face, “Lick my hole!” he cried out giggling!

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	“Lick my hole!” he cried out demandingly.
	The hapless naked vixen beneath trembled but flicked her tongue to the asshole poised at her nose.  She retched and begged, cried some and blubbered mostly--but her tongue flicked to Logan’s poop chute and Helga was pleased.
	Ruth Ann’s legs were pulled back and locked behind Logan’s arms as he got a rim job from almost eleven year old Ruth Ann.  Helga’s rage still reigned, after Logan had fucked the girl silly, cumming all over her pussy as well as in it--then poking her asshole while spanking her, it was time to move on and try new things.
	Logan wondered how far Helga was going to go with her rage.
	“Shove this in her ass!” Helga said as she came up with a spent beer bottle.  Logan gave vengeful one a look, his arms were pinning Ruth’s legs.  Helga frowned and scowled at the teen, then not so nicely crammed the bottle neck into Ruth’s asshole.
	That was followed by a large-large nail, almost classified as an iron spike--but wasn’t.  (the bottle was removed beforehand…)  After the nail, some pebbles of good size followed by the almost insertion of a good sized rock!
	Helga’s eyes rested on the campfire.  Ruth Ann lay re-tied on the floor, blindfolded and gagged, naked and well fucked.  Her young mind would never be the same as she had been spanked and raped, sodomized and had unknown foreign objects shoved into her asshole.  (and she had licked butt hole, too.)
	Helga pulled out of the fire a stick.  It was searing and aflame at the end.  She looked to Ruth Ann--then glanced to Logan.  Logan was no help, he shrugged-- ‘Whatever you want to do, Helga.’ he conveyed.  Helga gave him an annoyed look-- ‘Have some backbone, you dweeb.’
	Logan held the girl’s legs open, they were locked at the ankles, knees bent near to her chest.  Helga Pataki took the burning stick and pressed the tip to Ruth’s asshole.
	The girl freaked.
	She clenched and tried her best to block the horrible intrusion.
	Helga didn’t stop but jammed the stick into the girl’s sphincter.

	His cock slid slowly in and out of the girl’s poon, the stick still far up into her tortured anus.  Helga sat on the girl’s face, relieving herself.  She firstly peed--then she unloaded a healthy turd.
	“You really hate this girl, huh?”
	“You got it, Bozo!” Helga said.  She pressed her dirty asshole onto Ruth’s nose, then used Ruth’s red pony tail to “wipe.”
	Logan fucked Ruth’s cunt, filling it with his jiz moments later.
	“What else?” he asked when he was finished.  He sat back on a rock seat, the time was getting late and he needed to get home.
	Helga didn’t know.  Her rage was still pretty and she didn’t think th ‘ho had suffered enough.  ‘More spanking.’ she concluded.
	More spanking.

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	More narly
	Other than getting to see Saundra Eblath nude, the mother of the girls, Clarra, was a hot dish that LOTS of boys his age wanted to see nude.  Bud was having that chance and in his glory.  He took long-long minutes taking the nude woman--his cock ached more than ever before.  Scrogging on the Eblath women (no matter the age) was taking its toil on his member.
	Clarra lay nakedly on the floor, alongside Saundra with Denise on the other side.  Bud couldn’t believe his good fortune--in spite of the price he had to pay.  He didn’t let Slim enter his mind too long, he enter Clarra instead and fucked to his little heart’s content.
	He was at that pivotal point of ecstasy when the burning wires he had smelt erupted into flames.  The mind altering device on the coffee table exploded.  Bud panicked and freaked and cum-pissed into Clarra.  
	There was mixed fear in Bud, the device was fubarred, and so was he.  Slim was going to have his balls!  
	Then one of the Eblath girls screamed.

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	Fuckerrific!
	Was there a way out?  Just how deep or how far was in?  How much trouble?  What lingering after effects were there to his misdeeds?  How much more was his life complicated.  There was no undoing what had been done and no going back and very little in the way of “fixing” anything.
	For part of the trek back Helga had gone nude.  Logan followed behind.  What more would Helga put him thru?  A bad feeling there was festering in the pit of his stomach.  His life would never be the same.  Never.  A clean slate?  A fresh start?  Desires that were desires but not obtainable.
	For the most part, he hoped Ruth Ann was still alive.  Having sex with underage girls (boys) was one thing, Charlotte Langly, too.  But snuffing a person’s life was too much.  The last he knew of, Ruth was alive.  Not well, but alive.  After much ado about fucking her, sodomizing her, then spanking the living daylights out of her, shoving various items into her pussy and asshole, cutting off her pony tails and shoving THEM into her asshole--she was pushed off into pit in the cave.  It was a long drop, rocky, and Logan had never explored it depths.
	He casually thought of once getting Helga home, or just to the park and ditching her, he’d go back for Ruth.  He had to know--one way or another.  If she were--if she were dead, well, he’d leave her.  If she were somehow amazingly alive--then he’d rescue her.  Maybe she wouldn’t recognize him as one who had put her there in the first place.
	Maybe.
	Rescue?  How could he explain that?  And surely Helga would find out and what would SHE do?  It was getting to be too much.  Helga stopped before him and began dressing.
	“I-I didn’t mean for it to go so far.” Helga said.  She sounded serious, but Logan wasn’t sure.
	“Too late now.” Logan returned.
	Helga said nothing.  She dressed and crossed her arms.  Her face was stoic, which was normal--expressionless.  It seemed as though she too regretted the total outcome of the deed with Ruth.
	“Come on, we gotta get back.” Logan said.

Chaos
	Chaos.  Chaos absolute.  Hiding in a hall closet--naked, young Bud watched as the Eblath girls (and their mother) freaked the fuck out.  They came out of the mind stupor to find themselves naked and well fucked.  It caused Saundra to vomit, Trudy freaked out screaming, Vanessa collapsed and passed out, Denise just looked shocked, and Clarra, the mother, freaked-screamed, and then collapsed passing out herself.
	Smoldering on the coffee table was the Device.
	Saundra saw the object, held her stomach and stared at it.
	“What is it?” asked a trembling concerned Trudy.	
	“It appears to be the cause of our ailment.” 
	A long hard look of “Huh?” came from the young Eblath girl.
	“It’s the source of what’s happened to us, a Minding Device.”
	Trudy took on the look of being petrified.  Methodically she fingered herself and nervously looked about.  Saundra examined the device more closely--then it exploded.

	Electrical ribbons shot from the device, touching the Eblath girls, including those already passed out.  They were, in essence, electrocuted.  A small fire began, Bud flew (exploded) out of the closet and pulled his pants and shirt on, then ran out the backdoor and down the alley for home.

Cum stains for profit
	Long had he wondered what the fuck was up with Ms. Langly and her wanting to video him while he molested HER daughter, Charlotte.  He had always wanted to ask, but didn’t.  Finally, on her own, she told him.
	“Real estate is a cut-throat business and not always profitable,” she explained, “porno is.”
	‘And to use your own daughter!?’ Logan was shocked, dismayed, alarmed, disgusted, and awed.  He didn’t know much about the PORN business, he knew it was supposedly disgusting and was a scourge across the nation…
	But that was just a matter of opinion.
	His mind was still locked on the tragedy of Ruth Ann.  Molesting Charlotte just wasn’t in him.  But he did it anyways.  Gina Langly wanted mostly the “money shot”, to see Logan’s cum drizzling onto Charlotte’s pussy, mouth, and asshole.  Whether or not he actually tried penetrations in those three places didn’t matter to the girl’s mother.  Logan humped and humped on the girl, masturbated--got Charlotte to jerk his organ and then his seed splashed onto her.
	And it came to pass the Gina offered Logan a cut in the profits.
	He WAS a good lover, after fooling with the three year Charlotte, he and Gina often fooled around themselves--Gina liked it rough, to be spanked and her nipples tweaked.  (she also liked to spank Logan.)  She also secretly desired to have “others” involved.
	Oh, here it goes!
	“You know others, don’t you?” she asked kind of timidly after one of their enduring afternoon fuck sessions.
	Logan nodded his sweaty head.  But it was a vague question…
	“I mean, others who are just as naughty as you?”
	A few images of “others” came to mind; his lover Brandon--whom Slim had caught him with; there was Amy, his young cousin living with him, Mark and Courtney, Helga…
	“Bring them around.” Gina said.  
	Logan nodded, he was just getting deeper and deeper and deeper…

Complications of a Cummer
	Brandon was a go.  And Gina liked him right off.  Brandon wasn’t a spotless fellow, either; but instead of having a lust for young GIRLS, Brandon lusted for young boys.  He had a five year old brother and ten year old cousin he was butt-plugging.  
	Together, though, Logan and Brandon satisfied Gina Langly’s insatiable sex lust.  Brandon often plugged her backdoor while Logan continued creaming her poon--usually at the same time!
	She video captured the boys having sex with one another, sucking cock, spanking, and butt fucking--lots and lots of butt fucking with cum screaming out of their holes as well as coating their hot buns.
	Gina also had the boys molest little Charlotte at the same time, completely dousing her with pee and cum.  Brandon’s young brother and cousin were brought in on the “game”, they were paid off and schooled about how to keep the “secret”.  Brandon’s cousin enjoyed having sex with Charlotte--as well as checking out the girl’s naked mother.  At length he was screwing her, too!
	Gina’s pussy dripped as she zoomed in on the action of Brandon’s ten year old cousin fucking her three year old.  Brandon and Logan lay flanking them and fondling the boy’s pumping ass.  And Gina wanted more!

	It had been a few days after the incident in the cave.  Logan still had contact with Helga, she had yet to get naked with her secret lover, Arnold.  She just couldn’t get passed bitching to him.  She longed for him, hid herself in his closet and watched him go about naked, masturbate, go to the bathroom and everything.  But she couldn’t approach him without putting him down.  
	For being ten, nearly eleven, there weren’t a lot of opportunities to make money.  A few chores around the house and special errands garnered a bit more.  When Helga bitched (to Logan) that she sure would like a new baseball mitt and a new bicycle, a new CD by her favorite singer, and so on, Logan had a suggestion.
	But dealing with Helga could have unforeseen repercussions.  He had not returned to the “cave” to check on Ruth.  He wanted to, but couldn’t.  The not know was better than THE knowing.
	Logan and Helga made the park their meeting place.  They would venture into the wild wood beyond the park; smoke a joint, drink a beer, get naked and fuck.  
	Logan wanted to bring Helga in on the dirty deed at Gina’s, but could he trust Helga?  She was a bitch and could easily spill her beans.  She wasn’t trustworthy and was actually dangerous.
	But her desire for money independence swayed Logan to invite her.
	To say the least Helga was surprised.  She was awed and taken-aback once the “cards” were laid.  “What does she do with the videos “after”?” she asked.
	“Uhm, she sells them--to a private buyer.” Logan explained.
	Helga had to think it over--all of half a minute.  She nodded her pretty blond head, “I’m in.”
	Excellent!
Cum again?
	She was spanked, peed on, fucked in the mouth, fucked between the legs, fucked from behind, spanked while being fucked, and treated to gobs of fresh young boy juice.
	Too bad it wasn’t Helga.
	And Helga was pissed about it, too.  Logan had his hands full keeping the young vixen from bashing in and bashing the two lovers with all her might.  It was bad enough the one she pinned for (Arnold) fooled around with the ‘ho Ruth Ann, now it was Helga’s bestest best friend, Phoebe!
	Helga was livid.  Even more so than she was with Ruth!
	“Bitch gotta die!” Helga said.  Logan rolled his eyes.  This was too much!

	In the wild just outside of the park boundaries Arnold and Phoebe had been observed.  The two were quite a pair, Phoebe very reserved, demure, small in size, and an egghead.  She was incredibly smart and well learned.  She was also not so pretty--wore glasses, mostly a very flat chest with no signs of “development” any time soon.  She did wear dresses 99 percent of the time.  She just didn’t have a body worthy of such…
	Arnold.
	Arnold Small was close enough to being eleven years young he was.  His head was NOT misshapen as Helga claimed, he DID, though--have one blue eye and one brown one.  Both ears were not even and one was even larger than the other!  He was the calmest of all the boys at his school and the one who generally calmed others down or helped aid in some sort of  conflict among the students.  (a busy body)
	So it would seem that actually Arnold and Phoebe were a so-so match.  Helga was pissed.  With the sudden unexplainable “disappearance” of Ruth Ann, Arnold began hanging with Phoebe.  While taking a “nature” walk to look at wild insects and their environment for a science project, Arnold had to “take a break” for to pee.
	He stepped off to one side of the so-so nature trail politely and while pissing on a bush--farted.  It was a quick but LOUD ripper that had snuck out.  Phoebe heard and giggled.  “I do that, too!” she said.  She was blushing and couldn’t believe she had exclaimed such an admission.	
	Arnold “shook the dew of the lily” and zipped up.  The two proceeded on in silence--embarrassment.  Then Phoebe said, “Oh, uhm, excuse me.” and she stepped off the trail herself.  
	Arnold gouged the heal of his hand to his bulge in his pants.  He looked nervously about but didn’t see anyone…
	The telltale sound of someone peeing could be heard, then someone farting, too.  Phoebe giggled.  But it had been observed--but not by Arnold, that the young girl had NOT ripped a butt blast on her own.  She had used her hands to facilitate the eruption of anal gasses.  She was about to do it again when Arnold did likewise!
	There was silence as the two had thoughts to their own.  The two quit their childish pretend farting and Phoebe emerged from the thicket pulling up her panties.  Arnold saw her coochy, purple kiddie panties with cartoon (girl type) characters on them.
	“Nice--underwear.” he commented forgetting a girl’s underwear were called panties.  His bulge was more significant and Phoebe could see it--she locked her pretty dark eyes on it; there was a broad smile on the girl’s face that made her glow.  Arnold had never seen her smile so OR glow!
	“I-I guess we both have a little gas.” Phoebe stated.
	“Yeah, I-I guess so.” then, “It musta been that chili from (school) lunch.”
	Phoebe giggled and really (so it appeared) wished she could fart.
	Arnold wished the same.
	The two walked on not really paying attention to their purpose of being in the wildwoods, missing the slink and hairy caterpillar.
	“H-have you ever, I mean, have you, have you--”
	“What?” Arnold asked.  It must be a big question as it stymied Phoebe so.
	“Well, I-I was just curious as if you’ve--have you ever seen a girl.?”
	Arnold paused to look at Phoebe, who was a girl.
	“Uh, YOU’RE a girl.” he declared.
	Phoebe blushed and bowed her head to stare at the ground.  A lizard darted across the path, she didn’t care.  She bit her lip hard and tried to re-think her question.
	“You mean, “a girl NAKED?” Don’t you?”
	Phoebe didn’t respond verbally but nodded her head.
	Arnold had to think clearly, how would Phoebe be should she know the truth, Ruth Ann wasn’t his first girl.  
	“Well, yeah, sort of.” he admitted.  He watched for any adverse reactions from Phoebe.  But she was sometimes kind of hard to read.
	“Oh.” she said in a low voice.
	‘Damn.’ Arnold cussed himself.
	“But, you know,” Arnold said thinking quickly, “ever girl is different.”
	“Really?”
	“Sure.” he smiled and gave Phoebe a wondrous smile.  Arnold had charm.  Phoebe gushed and Arnold rubbed himself moreso.
	“H-have YOU seen a boy--you know, naked or something?”
	Phoebe shook her head, “no.”.  then, “Well, little boys.”
	“Oh.”  then, “Well,” taking a bold move but sensing something from the strange girl, “uhm, would you LIKE to?”
	Phoebe at first was shocked--a natural uncontrollable instinct.  Then, she smiled back to Arnold and was all aglow herself.
	Arnold took that as a yes.  Phoebe nodded her plain-Jane head and Arnold unleashed his “Arnold.”

	A woodpecker pecked, butterflies fluttered, a squirrel darted, and Phoebe Glaust worked Arnold Small’s not so “small” dick.  She was squatted on her heels near eye to eye with Arnold’s one-eyed monster.  Her face was aglow with awe, watching as the cock grew a little larger as time progressed.
	Arnold’s pants and underwear were at his ankles, his shirt open and eyes locked on the girl working his organ.  Slowly he rubbed his ass and slowly he inched himself to Phoebe’s mouth.  “Kiss it.” he said.
	Phoebe glowed more, squeezed the penis in her hand and pressed her lips to the boy’s dick (head.)
	From there, after a few more kisses, Arnold’s “arnold” was in her mouth working steadily into a terrific boner--and a subsequent orgasm.  With one hand he rubbed his ass being warmed by the sun, the other rubbed through Phoebe’s thick but lovely soft dark hair.  Phoebe’s eyes were closed as she steadily sucked on the wang in her mouth.  With one hand she worked the cock as well as fondled the near hairless testicle sac, the other was buried between her legs fingering herself…

	The essence of Arnold filled Phoebe’s mouth.  Not a great quantity, but a enough.  His eyes fluttered and for a moment or two his mind was blank.  He saw the woodpecker and some butterflies, and for some strange dumb reason, Helga filled his mind, too!
	He continued humping into Phoebe’s mouth, the girl didn’t even let up or allow a drop of his cum to spill.  She grinned and giggled all the while.
	Phoebe was ware that a GIRL could be pleased by the mouth to her Holy, too.  (She had had had sexual romps with best friend Helga and the two often tongue lashed one another’s snatch.)  Phoebe was not as innocent as she seemed to be.  But having her cunny tongue lashed by a BOY was far different than she could imagine.
	It was that or Arnold was just simply talented!
	While tonguing out Phoebe’s cunt, Arnold shoved his finger into her gloryhole, Phoebe squeamed and trembled all over in one good shudder.  Arnold was good.
	Phoebe shuddered more, trembled greatly and had explosive orgasmic convulsions as Arnold stuffed her cunny with his cock.  Bare assed naked they became in the cool of the afternoon, arms and legs akimbo.  Phoebe wanted more.  More-more-more.
	Phoebe was insatiable.  She wanted Arnold’s cock in her mouth and pussy.  Arnold was only too happy oblige.  Arnold also peed on her pussy and Phoebe liked that, too.  She also enjoyed having her ass spanked.
	Being poked in the ass was okay, she didn’t derive as much pleasure from that event but tolerated it just the same.  When Arnold took to smacking her hips and ass as he plowed her backdoor, she could care less where he poked her.

Cumming together
	Logan confronted Arnold.
	Helga confronted Phoebe.
	Arnold and Phoebe then were brought to Gina Langly’s house and Gina was very happy.  Logan felt the whole thing was just getting too far out of hand.  Could it get any worse?
	Oh yeah.

The second cumming
	It was all becoming a bit much--for Morgan.  Her new daddy was a major pain--and not just in her ass.  He was wanting (demanding) a blow job from her on almost a daily basis.  Her pussy and ass were in high demand on that schedule, too.  
	Then it was the Bastard Father of the Year continuing his fooling with his own daughter, Karen.  Too many times did Morgan catch/observe the man humping on Karen’s six year old pussy.  Morgan was beside herself--she didn’t mind if it were Logan, she didn’t mind if it were herself involved in sex with young boys--but she DID mind about her new daddy and Karen!
	The time had come for action.  She couldn’t go to her mother, she could--but spilling the beans about the new man in her life would just complicate things--more than could be imagined.  Not too mention the fact that her mother not believe her AND the new man in their life would rat Morgan out.  Morgan knew that her mother would more than likely believe her new hubby than her own daughter.
	It put Morgan in a dilemma.
	Was there a solution?
	A couple of options came to mind:  blow his fucking sick brains out; capture HIM on video molesting Karen; runaway (with Karen.)
	It required a lot of thought--and sneakiness.
	Morgan ultimately went to Logan.  He was a friend and they had BOTH observed the other doing the naughty with the kids in their charge.  The two hadn’t gotten together on their own, but it was in the cards…

	Borrowing Gina’s video recorder, Logan and Morgan set out to set up Morgan’s new daddy.  They weren’t prepared for the outcum--er, outcome.  Especially Morgan.  
	Logan had several mixed feelings--hiding in the closet of Morgan’s parents’ closet.  His cock was hard and he desperately wanted to stuff Morgan’s ass--there, too, was a fleeting thought of wanting to stuff (or at the very least hump, little Karen.)
	But then again, 
	Karen was already being humped on.  Morgan seethed with anger.
	Logan zoomed in and watched as the man’s cum spewed from his daddy dick, totally coating his own daughter’s bare naked pussy.  The child was once more unconscious.  Drugged or whatever.  Her clothes cast off onto the floor, her legs spread wide.  Her biological daddy naked and humping on the child’s pussy, spilling his seed.
	Suddenly, though--the bedroom opened.
	The mommy had returned unexpectedly.
	Now, although Karen was not hers biologically speaking, she (Karen) was a mere child.  The scene was horrific, lots of words were said and Karen’s non-biological mother flew into a rage.  The two got along very well, better than the father-daughter relationship with Morgan.
	Morgan’s mother fought with her new hubby, she was not horrified as Morgan thought she would be if she ever found out, she was PISSED.  The fight escalated out into the hallway, the new daddy/hubby mostly defending himself and then trying to get control of his enrage new wife.
	Morgan was frightened out of her young wits.
	Logan didn’t know WHAT the fuck to do.
	And then it happened.
	What happened?
	Morgan’s mother and new daddy took a tumble down the stairs.
	No!
	Yep.
	Morgan and Logan ran to the top of the stairs to see the two parental units sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs.  It didn’t look too pretty.  Morgan began to heave, she was too shocked to scream.
	“This is bad.” said Logan, “real bad.”

And That’s How They Got to the Forrest!

	Just a mile or so was the cave.  THAT cave.  He had no real intention of going there, it had been a few days and…
	Morgan hadn’t said much, her mind was in “lock-down”--self imposed.  She barely did anything, ‘cept go to the bathroom when needed and look after little Karen.  She barely ate and was very withdrawn.  Her whole world was gone.  With her mother dead (broken neck) AND her step-daddy, too, her life was more complicated than necessary.  The nearest relative was a pair of gay uncles two hundred miles away.  Her bio dad she had lost contact with and it was assumed he was out of the country for some reason.  The other option was to go to a county home or foster family.
	It was figured that some of her closest friends’ family would probably be more than willing to take her in.  But then there was Karen.  Karen had family on her bio-dad’s side; they, too, were scattered and many miles away.  It was most likely she would go to foster family, too.
	Logan didn’t know what to (for them), for the moment he would fetch their clothes and other personal belongings, food and such as the like to sustain life.  He didn’t know what else to do for them but be a friend.

	Severing ties with Gina Langly wasn’t an easy thing to do, he wanted to but the woman had dirt on him.  Too many times had he had the thought of “pushing” HER down the stairs of her home.  She wanted more and more boys (and girls) of any age (young ones preferred) from Logan.  
	“Seems like you got a problem?”
	Logan sighed, his asshole smoldered and he wasn’t so much into the deed of being lain across Slim’s desk to be buggered.  
	“Yea, sorta-kinda.”
	“Maybe I can help.” Slim said with a smile.

	Mind Altering devices.  They were all the rage.  Illegal and immoral, but so was just about everything else (that was fun.)  Logan figured Slim had a whole bunch of the devices, probably how he was the highest car seller of the month for months in a row.
	Logan wondered about the devices--someone with a mind altering device could rule the world; be the world’s greatest spy, a war machine, a killer, sex fiend, bank robber, lover.  Mostly sex fiend.
	Slim explained the complications about the device, Logan didn’t pay that much attention, if he could use it on Gina Langly, get her to quit using him or knowing of him, he’d call it good.
	“Would you care for a little demonstration?”

One
	The teen girl sat in the backseat, legs up with feet planted to the ceiling of Slim’s Beamer.  She was fourteen, nice chest, great ass, sweet personality.  She wore a black knit skirt with fuscia colored panties.  Logan’s mind was blank.  Pure blank.  He couldn’t believe it.  He had heard how wondrous the mind altering devices were, but seeing was believing.  
	Logan didn’t know the girl, not personally.  He had seen her at his school and at the pizzeria.  But she was with others and not known to him socially.  He didn’t even know her name.
	Slim rubbed his fingers up and down the girl’s crotch, then tugged the panty there to one side exposing the girl’s pubes.  Logan’s cock nearly busted thru his jeans and into the seat he lay against staring over into the back seat.
	“See, I told ya, anything!” Slim said, indicating that “anything” could be done to a person affected by the Minding Device(s).
	Slim then worked the lavender-like undies up the long tan legs.  The girl’s pussy was right there for them to view.  Logan rubbed himself and rubbed himself, desperately he wanted to whip it out and jerk off--or sink himself into the girl one.
	The area chosen was behind some buildings off the main drag.  Slim chose it so Logan didn’t care.  The girl, Melinda, had been “acquired” from a city bus stop downtown.
	With her panties up at her ankles Slim began fingering the girl’s poon.
	“Hmmm,” he said making an observation, “a virgin.”
	But not for long.
	“Why don’t you take this one, first?” Slim suggested.  Logan was only too happy to oblige.  He felt a little strange about it--more mixed feelings.  He knew it was wrong, but he knew it was wrong about so many things he had done.  Getting Mark and Courtney to fuck, fucking Mark and Courtney, fooling with little Charlotte, screwing the girl’s mother, then the business with Helga and Ruth Ann.
	He kept his shirt on, but his pants and underwear fell to the floorboard.  Slim’s dick was in his hand, another rubbed Logan’s bare ass as he pumped the virgin teenager.
	It was kinda getting dark but Logan could tell just the same that the teen had hardening nipples--they rubbed against his chest.  Her pussy was great--super tight and very virginal.  Thoughts began to invade his mind--how far could something like this go?  Was there an end?  With a Minding Device and a sicko at the controls, was virtually everyone a Target/Subject?
	A fantastic quantity of love cream emptied from his balls and into the teen girl’s cunt.  The girl’s own body was drenched in sweat.  His cock surged, balls cinched up tight against the girl’s asshole--it was great!

Two
	She couldn’t have been more than ten and was absolutely the cutest thing!  Such a face!  Angelic!  Golden hair, dazzling blue eyes, perfect nose, posture, and super tight ass clad in a pair of deep dark blue jeans.  And at her tender age she was “sprouting.”
	Three other girls with her were just as cute, one with long straight unstyled brown hair, taller than the others, smaller frame, long face, but just as sweet and charming (and desirable).  Another of the group had short shoulder length red hair.
	“Angel” (as it was imprinted on her not-so-loose fitting pinkish top) Slim took a strong shine too.  He worked her dark blue jeans down her legs and ogled her hairless pussy.  She was his.
	It was a little crowded in the Beamer with the four girls, Logan wondered why they didn’t go back to Slim’s place.  He didn’t say so out loud, it was Slim’s car, Slim’s Device, Slim’s choice.  Logan was “just along for the ride.”
	Angel’s clothes were slipped off her young body and went scattering everywhere.  Down came Slim’s pants, no underwear.  His body totally engulfed the young girl as he worked his manly hellish schlong against the child’s innocent poon.  
	There was a sudden exclamation from the child as she was breeched.  Slim didn’t care, and didn’t stop, either.  He drove his manhood into the child’s entrance, forced her legs wide open and pumped.  Logan watched and determined that the girl was not one hundred percent “under”, under the control of the device.  Whether or not that was what Slim wanted or something else was unclear.
	Angel began to struggle.  She WAS awake!  Slim still didn’t care and harshly smacked the child’s ass.  He continued to pump, saying “Take it all, bitch!”  the girl began to cry and Logan had more mixed feelings.  It would have been better if the girl had remained “under.”
	Slim was a quick cummer, though.  He had been fired up since the first go.  After destroying Angel’s cunny (and her mind), he settled down nearly smothering her.  He groaned, Angel whimpered.  Logan was glad it was dark, he didn’t want to see the devirginized pussy…
	Sighing and taking a breath, Logan regained himself.  His desire to do the ultimate naughty had subsided.  He still liked the girls, but his drive to have sex with them had plummeted somewhat.  
	Slim farted.  He had taken less than two minutes after initially getting into Angel’s cunny and pumping.  He popped his neck then slumped onto his back in the backseat of the car.  Finding the girl’s panties he cleaned himself.  Angel remained totally frightened out of her wits, whimpering and trembling.
	“You still with me, Kid?” Slim asked (hearing nothing going on in the front.)
	“Yeah, yeah--still-still here.” Logan said.  And he wished he wasn’t.  He had had enough.  He wanted to go home.  He wanted to get back to Morgan, out by herself wasn’t good.  
	And casually he wondered if he could ever get to “stick” her?  Would she submit, would she willingly let him?  He imagined her naked, or at the very least just in her panties.  Would she still be cool about his fooling with Mark and Courtney?
	“Noooo, please, not there…”
	Logan’s thoughts were interrupted by a disturbance from the backseat.
	Slim had Angel across his lap, he had been smoothing his hand about her ass, then began fingering her equally virgin asshole.  A quick and harsh hard smack to her dainty ass settled her down and she lay whimpering across the bizarre man’s lap--being finger fucked in the ass.
	Logan slowly got re-aroused.  He thought of Courtney’s lovely little ass.  Then Helga, Ruth Ann, and Charlotte!  Their images helped him get back in the “mood” and he lay Shelly down in front of him.  
	Shelly had long brown hair, she was the one who was very skinny, taller than the others, and wore no panties!  Logan’s cock nearly spurted prematurely as he tugged the girl’s jeans down.  No panties!  With his fingers and then tongue he explored the hairless poon.  There was no light but Logan didn’t need any light to tell that the girl was NOT a virgin.  With his finger expertly invading her asshole, Shelly wasn’t an anal virgin, either!
	She was still pleasingly tight.  That was a plus.  He got the girl nude then positioned her just right.  The front seat area was a bit tight, the controls of operation, the steering wheel, and short seats created a less than prime environment for shagging.  But he did his best and worked his cock into the girl’s cunny.

	Moonlight began to fill the BMW’s interior, providing Logan the ability to see into the backseat where subtle noises piqued his curiosity.  He had just cum fully into Shelly’s not-so-virginal cunny and while “straining” to get every ounce of the dirty despicable deed done, he noted Slim had Angel on his lap--his manhood buried to the hilt into the girl’s used-to-be virgin asshole.  His huge manly hands clamped tightly to her darling little ass.  
	The girl made no sounds and little movement.  There were groans and  slight whimpers as she was sodomized, Slim pumped on and on, bringing the girl up and down his huge shaft.
	Logan took a break, cum and pee splashing all over Shelly’s pussy and stomach.  He wanted to boff her in the ass, but his tired out cock needed a bit of a break.  Rolling the girl over he rubbed her ass, smacked it then smacked it with his limped out cock.
	A finale groan came from Slim.  He made a loud “Ah” and other assorted sighs of relief as he fully unloaded his balls.

	The other two girls were taken out of the car.  It was getting too stuffy within (and stinky.)  The nighttime’s fresh air was very welcomed.  In the moonlight in the remote area Logan and Slim could see well enough to complete their task(s); the remaining two members of the group were stripped down and raped.
	Logan emptied his mind, no stray thoughts or resting his mind on those he knew or what he was to do about it.  He fucked the red haired girl, SHE was virginal and super tight.  Logan’s cock was already shagged out to the max and very nearly didn’t have enough strength to breech the girl’s hymen.
	Slim took to swatting the bare ass of the remaining girl.  He “released” her mind so it would be more “fun” for him.  He rough with the girl, and despite his best efforts to quell those bad thoughts from his mind, Logan’s mind filled with the rough treatment he had done unto Ruth Ann in the cave.  He had done so on his own, although the bitch Helga had kinda-sorta insisted.  He was older and supposedly stronger (not wiser) and could have simply not done what he had done.
	But then he, too, had to recognize the fact that he DID like it.  To a degree.  He understood, in part, that it was all about POWER.  Power over another.  Unable to have power over grownups, adult assholes, asshole coaches, asshole upperclassmen, and some of his own peers, power absolute over younger ones was the only outlet for personal pent up rage.
	He knew he had gone too far with the torturing of Ruth Ann.  So she was a slut and “stole” Helga’s boyfriend.  It didn’t mean the girl deserved the harsh treatment she had gotten.
	“Come over here and hold this ‘ho.” Slim demanded.
	Logan did so.  ‘One of these days, Slim, you’re going to get it.’
	He held the young girl Slim was spanking, her head locked between his while Slim spanked her ass a bright tomato red, then forced his manhood into her virgin poop chute.

Three
	Another facet to the Mind Altering device that was kind of intriguing for Logan, was the “making others do (something) that they wouldn’t normally do (on their own).” although the desire to do so might be there…
	After a night of incredible shenanigans Slim and Logan were at a roadside diner.  Those they had “shenaniganed” had been released along the roadside miles away from where they had been “acquired” and where their abductors were currently.
	Logan had to get home.  He had to go to Morgan and check on her.  He had to sever ties with Charlotte and her mother, Gina.  Slim was willing to let Logan “borrow” the device, he (Logan) understood some of the basics of how it worked--to subdue minds.  One more lesson was to cum…
	A woman (mother) and her three children came nextly.  The woman was a young mother with three children; eleven, eight, and six.  The eight and six year old were girls, very cute in their own right.  The eleven year old was a boy.  The family had been shopping at a grocery store.  The kiddies were ansy and wanted to go toy shopping.  The mother was tired and haggard but nodded that the toy store would be their next stop.  
	Well…
	Bonna Lonklin and her family never made that “next stop-toy shop.”  they instead awoke in some remote locale outside of the City.  They were tied securely, but not blindfolded or gagged.  Two men were present, one was actually no more than a teenager.  They wore masks, bandit type masks just covering the eyes and black bandanas covering their heads.
	High desert was the locale, but no landmarks were there for Bonna to make note of; red rocks jutting up jaggedly to the crystal blue sky, low laying vegetation, non-descript boulders, typical desert ground-scape.  
	The family was not out in the open but in a “horseshoe” canyon.  It was relatively small with the three walls being no more than a hundred feet.  The “shoe” itself was no deeper than fifty feet.  The air was cool, thankfully, but the conditions were (to be) hellish just the same.
	Bonna well enough knew what was going to happen.  In her purse she had mace, pepper spray, and a small device supposedly capable of shutting down the frequencies of mind altering devices.  Around her neck was a whistle.  None of those objects helped her one little bit.
	The typical banter of begging and pleading commenced.  The two men paid no attention but continued with their intentions.  Which was to firstly have the boy, Kyle, stand up.  The man (Slim) was beside the boy’s mother, a knife was put to the mother’s throat…
	“Now, boy,” the man said in all seriousness, “yous do exactly as yer tolt, or…” and he drew the large hunting knife across the woman’s throat.  A slight trickle of blood was drawn.  Slim Gymon was a very dangerous man. 
	Logan wondered why the Minding device wasn’t used?  It had been to initially subdue the family, but after getting them into the horseshoe canyon a new game had arisen.
	“Take off your clothes!” Slim said.
	Kyle tightened up his young body.  He was firstly shocked.  He looked to his two frightened siblings, little six year old Chrissy had pissed herself--but that was to be expected.
	“Do it.” said Logan.  “Either on your own or otherwise.” he added.
	Kyle gulped then undone his pants…
	With his pants undone, the eleven year old with sandy brown hair and dark brown eyes kicked off his shoes.  Down came his pants and off his ankles.  He stood in his briefs waiting.  Logan had a boner.  The boy looked pretty good and in his mind he imagined himself tagging the boy’s ass…
	“Keep going.” said Slim.
	The mother, Bonna, whimpered.  Her lips trembled, she shook her head, then bowed her head in whimperings as her first born slid his underwear down.
	Bonna was a good looking dish, not yet thirty, but had three children!  Short cropped light brown hair, very rounded face, incredible smile--when she smiled, perfect teeth and skin and body.  Despite having three kids, her body maintained itself to pleasing form.  Her titties remained a supple hand groping 28Bs.
	Kyle doffed his shirt and stood butt naked.
	“You two seen yer bro naked before?”
	The frightened girls trembled as they sat shoulder to shoulder together.  Both nodded that they had.  Slim smiled.  The boy faced his sisters, as per command from Slim, and with legs open a bit in stance, he masturbated--as he admitted that he did so indeed so do so (in his room, in the bathroom, and sometimes in the living room when he was alone.)
	Other admissions were to follow.
	Under dire duress and weeping some, Kyle blurted that he DID have a pair of his sister(s) panties.  He didn’t say nor was asked which sister and it wasn’t clear if both sisters were included in the question from Slim.  
	“Do you “hump” your bed?” Logan asked.
	Tightening up his neck and young body, he nodded that he did.
	“You’ve seen your sisters--naked?” Logan asked but it was mostly a statement--for young brothers and sisters it was kinda normal to see one another naked or very nearly so.
	“Have you had sex with your sisters? Slim asked.
	Young Kyle went numb, his young naked cock was so-so stiff, it pulsed as he struggled to formulate an answer.
	“Do you fuck with your sisters?” demanded Slim.  The frightened boy looked back behind him over his shoulder, the knife was still at his mother’s throat.  He shook and trembled more and more, his pitiful eyes locked onto his mother’s.
	There was a nod.
	It was subtle and barely noticeable.
	But it was noticed.
	Through his tears--he blurted that he DID have sex with his sisters.
	Sisters.  Both of them, Nicole AND Krissy.  Nicole was eight, Chrissy was six.  Kyle was eleven.  
	“You go in their mouths?” inquired Slim.
	Kyle looked to the masked man--teen.  His mouth open, he didn’t want to answer, and by that the unsaid was already spoken.
	“You go up their ass?”
	He nodded.
	“How about between their legs, where they pee from?”
	Kyle was having difficulty breathing.  His dark eyes widened wider and wider.  His neck muscles tightened more--but he shook his head ‘No’, he didn’t.
	Both Slim and Logan knew better.
	“You better not be lying, boy!” shouted Slim.
	“Yeah,” said Logan stooping down holding the boy at the elbow, “you don’t want to piss him off.”
	“Okay!  Okay!” he cried out, “We do!  We do it there!” 
	The mommy sat with stunned silence.  Kyle didn’t look back to her, and though he faced his frightened sisters, he looked passed them into the reddish brown canyon rock behind them.

	The girls’ secured hands were undone and with their brother bent over before them, they rubbed his ass.  Kyle continued sobbing and avoiding looking directly to his mother.  Under dire admission, he blurted that he licked on his sisters’ cunnies, he poked them in the ass with his cock, poked their cunnies with his fingers and humped on them like he did his bed.  He had their panties and had a pair of his mother’s panties, too.
	After much ado about “rubbing” the boy turned about and stuffed himself into Nicole’s mouth.  Both kids were shedding great quantities of tears, sobbing and etc.  The younger one beside them the same.  Then, Logan noted Slim fiddling with the Minding device.
	After a minute or so the sobbing from the children became much quieter.  The Minding Device having done the trick to calm their emotions.  Kyle humped into his sister Nicole’s mouth, one hand on his ass the other going thru the girl’s hair, holding her head as she bobbed back and forth on his schlong.
	The kids’ mother was none too happy and HER emotions were allowed to go rampant.  She was pissed.  Horrified and demanding.  But with the knife at her throat, the understanding that a mind altering device was in their midst, she knew the situation was hopeless--she could only watch as Nicole gave head to Kyle.
	Then, while it was Chrissy’s turn, Nicole stood and undressed herself.

	Kyle was a cummer.  He said he soiled the bed a few times, came off in his hand while circle jerking, and spilled seed while straddling the toilet.  He spilled seed while humping into Nicole’s mouth, too.  
	Nicole didn’t make a face or protest--whether or not it was due in part to the Mind Control or what was not clear.  She sucked her brother’s cock and drained him.  Cum leaked out the corners of her mouth and soiled her chin, the rest went down her throat.
	She fondled her brother’s balls and rubbed his ass, Kyle rubbed his cock all over the girl’s face.
	“You suck your brother’s dick a lot do you?” asked Slim.
	Nicole nodded that she did.
	Slim smiled, Bonna sobbed.

	As horrifying as it was to see little Nicole sucking Kyle’s cock, it was doubly so to see little Chrissy doing likewise.
	“Please, please make them stop.” begged their mother.  “I’ll do anything you want!” she continued to beg and plead.
	“I know you will.” snickered Slim. He moved the knife from her throat to just under her breast.  

	Nicole lay out on her clothes, legs open, cunt facing her mother.  This allowed her mother the absolute viewing to see the fact that her young child was NOT very virginal.  How many times had Kyle fucked her?
	Neither could really count, their last “coupling” was just as recent as two days prior.  He only went up Chrissy’s ass but not often, less often than screwing Nicole.  To both girls, though, he mostly sucked their cunnies and watched them pee & poop.  Out in the backyard they all peed together.  They were very-very naughty little children.
	Nicole masturbated herself, fingering herself while her distraught mother looked on in distressed.  Meanwhile, Chrissy sucked and sucked and sucked on her brother’s dong, fondled his balls and got him hard again.
	Kyle then went down on sister Nicole, he licked her out from the side and then his bod was positioned right between as per normal positioning.  His ass danced right before his broken mother, his balls swinging, cock dripping.  They were just mere feet distance and the poor mother could see all.
	Bonna then saw all as Kyle lay on Nicole with his pud on her pussy.  He humped a bit on the entrance before entering her.  While he pumped, the masked man with the kids stood and stripped out of his clothes…

	On and on it went; Kyle humped a minute past the mark of when he had been in Nicole’s mouth to cum.  He strained and pumped fastly as the most sought out euphoric feeling reached that all time ceiling.  His ass flexed and he continued humping for a moment or so after the preliminary orgasmic explosion.
	There was no blood from a broken hymen.  Nicole fingered her snatch furiously to get her own orgasmic explosion; Kyle rolled off and lay on his back, cum spurting from his quickly going flaccid dick.  His mother’s heart sank, she shook her head, “No.” and sobbed.
	Bonna’s sobs quickly were halted when seeing the other masked bandit bastard putting his cock into Chrissy’s mouth.  And like with Kyle, the girl happily sucked.  The 2nd masked bandit’s cock was a bit bigger than Kyle’s, but she sucked it well just the same and received a copious amount of hot sticky milky goo in just under two minutes.
	The cum blast filled the girl’s mouth expelling the cock that did it out.  Or he might have pulled out on his own.  He humped the child’s face, fucking her nose and head until he was well spent.  Spent but not done…
	For effect, the 2nd masked bandit bastard “went down” on Nicole.  Lifting her legs back he tongued the girl’s asshole before laying on her and humping for all he could.  His limp dick tingled and he knew it would take a while before he could get “hard” again.
	Meanwhile, Kyle tongued out sister Chrissy while she was on all fours.  Bonna looked on with a near blanked mind.  Her eyes welled up, faced screwed up as Kyle stuffed Chrissy’s backend and humped.  By then, the 2nd masked bastard was sinking his freshened hardness into Nicole’s pussy.

	Nicole squeamed some and her emotions once more reared up as the teen dick fucking her was indeed significantly LARGER than her eleven year old brother’s.  There was some blood as her pussy was rent.
	The masked bastard bandit fucked his fill until cum filled the child’s cunt forcing his prick out.  He jerked and jutted and virtually collapsed onto the young body.  He did roll off and lay on HIS back, cum oozing from his hellish dong.
	Kyle humped his fill, too, fucking his sister’s asshole.  He did it as anyone else, hands on her hips and cock ploughing into the bum hole.  Chrissy didn’t seem too distressed as Kyle put his pee-pee into her poo-chute often (but not as often as he put it into Nicole’s pussy…)

And then?
	Kyle’s mouth hung open as he stared downwards.  His sisters flanked their mother watching up close (and personal) as their mother sucked him.  One hand up between his legs, a finger plunged into his virginal asshole--so he claimed.  
	“Get him hard.” commanded the first bastard bandit bastard.
	It was a tough deal for Bonna, it was totally appalling, disgusting, and not very pleasant at all.  No questions had been asked of her, though.  Logan would have loved to have known some “secrets”, but he didn’t venture any--it was a tough deal as it was.
	Once Kyle’s little schlong was stiff, he stood back at his mother’s feet.  It looked as though as if Slim were trying something with the Device he had or was making adjustments or checking or something.  He didn’t tell Logan.  He made a frown and seemed that he had just been on the verge of untying the woman’s hands.  But after a moment or so with the Device, nixed that notion and Bonna remained secured.
	Slim looked to the naked boy with a raging boner.
	“Take off her clothes.”
	Kyle was stunned.  He blinked his eyes excessively and was more than a little stunned.  He licked his lips and stared at his calmed mother.  She had gone way beyond emotions.  It wasn’t “acceptance”, she was just tired out from the crying and carrying on.  It was evident that it wasn’t doing any good anyways.
	The young woman wore green jeans.  Kinda tight and took a minute or so to deal with.  Kyle’s mind was blank as well--he was just going thru the motions and that was all.  Sisters Nicole and Chrissy whimpered silently at their mother’s side.
	Kyle worked his mother’s jeans down, removed them and then was told to “Undies, too.”
	Hi-cut panties, off-pink, soft and lovely to behold--and touch!
	There was an open off-white shirt with flowers down the button hole seam and then an gray undershirt.  With her hands tied securely behind her the shirt could only be moved off her shoulders and down.  The undershirt was pulled up off her head and down her arms to her wrists.  Slim cut the bra from the front with his blood stained knife.
	“Pull her at the ankles.” Slim said and then he himself helped scoot the woman to where she was on her backside.  Kyle then got on his mother with his freshened cock gliding into her pussy, the hole that bore him.
	“I’m sorry, Mommy.” he said in a whisper.
	“It’s alright, baby.” she whispered back.  The boy began to fuck and the day wore on.

	The horror continued with young Nicole being perched on her mother’s face.  Bonna then was told “Lick her out.”
	It wasn’t an easy command to comply with, but with the threat of having her young son’s balls sliced off by the knife from the 1rst masked bastard bandit bastard son-of-a-bitch, she flicked her tongue to her eleven year old daughter’s snatch.
	Then, for added effect, the girl was lain down her mother’s body.  The second BBBS-O-B entered the girl’s asshole and sodomized her all the while.  The First BBBS-O-B lay between the mother’s legs and entered her pussy--making the eleven year old girl watch the penetration up-close-and-personal.  At the pivotal point of orgasm he pulled out and shot his load onto the girl’s face, forcing her to suck him dry and then to lick her mother’s cunt clean, too.
	Kyle then had the task of licking his sister’s fresh fucked gloryhole.  He didn’t like it much but didn’t have a choice considering the situation.  While he did so, the 1rst Bastard spanked him and fingered his hole--before sodomizing him--when his cock had sufficiently re-stiffened enough to do so.
	Nicole was pulled off of her broken spirited mother, son Kyle was positioned onto her face, his testicles dropping into her mouth. 
	“Hold his cheeks open--wide!” commanded the First Bastard.  His cock re-entered the boy’s hole and continued fucking him.  
	The Second SOB took pleasure with the youngest girl, six year old Chrissy.  Mostly he licked and fingered, but soon was humping on her and eventually his cock overpowered his mind and he entered the girl’s poon.

*
	
	And there was more.
	At the impromptu camp at the dry river’s edge half a mile out from the park, Bud sat stoking the fire.  The boy had gone very quiet, his mind in lockdown as well.  After witnessing the absolute and total destruction of the Eblath family--he walked into Slim Gymon’s office one day and blew the man’s brains out.  He had used his father’s policeman’s revolver, it was in a toilet tank at the office--Bud having gone to the private bathroom of Slim’s, dropping the gun into the tank then crawling out the window into the alley.
	His life was over, too.

	Logan made treks home to fetch various items for survival in the park.  His plans had involving Slim and dealing with Gina Langly had been interrupted (with Bud offing Slim).  What Morgan would ultimately do was up to Morgan.  Logan decided, it was a hard decision to come to and would take some time.  Some personal belongings of Morgan’s and Karen’s Logan had secured from their bedrooms.  (He rather liked snagging the girls’ panties.  He doubted that he would get to have any sex with Morgan (or Karen) any time soon.)
	Helga was with them, too.  Arnold was lost to her.  Phoebe occupied her mind, she wanted Phoebe dead--nailed to a tree and ripped apart.  When she realized that image--it sickened her and she realized just how far she had gone with her jealously.  She finally regretted the unfortunate ending of Ruth Ann.

Finale
	Kristy’s depression was sinking her lower and lower.  She was barely interactive at all during the days in the wild.  She had become withdrawn.  Logan had become “tired.”  All the running back and forth to his home, checking on the Kristy wore him out.  The new s of Slim Gymon was most disturbing.  Who had offed him was not known but it was undoubtedly someone who had been wronged by Slim; either by a bad car deal or other.  Police investigators had found while searching the man’s home children tucked hidden away in Slim’s basement.  There were even survivors!
	Slim Gymon was a dangerous man.  But no longer.
	Kristy’s close friends worried about her and pestered Logan is he had seen her or whatever.  Logan was hard pressed to keep the locale of Kristy secretive, one of the girls just might rat her out--for her own safety.  Karen was missing, too, and Karen’s relatives were worried about her.
	At length, though, it was thought that perhaps ole Slim Gymon may have had something to do with their disappearance--pictures and videos had been found, some had the missing Kristy and Karen on them.  
	Then, there were pictures and videos of Logan.
	His world began to crash.
	There were videos seized by the Police of Logan engaging sexually with another teen boy (Brandon) and Slim.  Videos and pix of Logan and Karen, Courtney, Mark, etc.  Logan’s world was crashing about him.  Everyone knew.  He had no choice, then, he gathered all that he could and stayed with Kristy.
	He still made trips to the park and to fetch supplies necessary for their survival.  By week’s end he had brought Charlotte, Jackie, and Courtney to the secluded camp.  They missed Logan and Kristy and Logan was horny--his cock once more overriding his mind.
	Kristy was a little alarmed--with the missing young ones a thorough all out search would be made, surely.  Logan understood and sought to seek out new digs.  

	Six year olds Karen and Charlotte, eight year olds Jackie, Courtney, and Mark, and ten year old Bud found themselves at the Cave.  Kristy was unaware of what was within.  Logan knew.  He couldn’t bare to go within.  The boys, Mark, Bud, and Jackie were all for exploring it out.
	“What’s the matter, don’t like caves?” Kristy asked out of some concern.
	Logan couldn’t tell her, he bowed his head.  Could he tell her that he had been a part of a hellish debacle and that at the bottom of a pit there would probably lay the crumbled rotting body of a young girl, Ruth Ann?
	The cave was nixed.  The group made camp some yards away where trees and bushes and shrubs made a natural cave.  It was Logan’s turn to be quiet and reserved.
	The following morning the two teens awoke to find the boys gone.