August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 26
Going with the Flow

Cum Stains and Butterflies
	Little Jessica lay on her back, arms and legs flailing about, her little blond head twisting one way and then another, giggling and being silly as friend Luca licked out her young cunny.
	Luca’s ball swung lividly in the air as he “pumped” the air, ass up.  Both Skyler and Jake (especially) desired deeply to shag Luca’s ass.  Cum was already dripping from the boy’s dick but he continued his bout of licking out the little girl until the pivotal moment.
	Beside them Brianne was tongued out by young Asher.  The eight year old had a way with his tongue.  Naked Brianne fingered her pussy as well as tweaked tenaciously her nipples.  The desire to get dicked by young Asher intensified.
	Slowly Luca mounted Jessica, dragging the head of his bulbous organ up and down Jessica’s slit, gouging inward and poking at her glory hole next door.  Jessica continued to be silly, holding her legs back and waiting.
	She didn’t have to wait too long, Luca was too horny to hold off for very much longer and began earnestly pumping into the six year old’s poon.  There was no way to fully make vaginal penetration, but not for the lack of trying.  The head of his teen cock could slip passed the girl’s poon entrance, then a little bit more.  He figured as soon as the girl was about as old as Asher, he himself would be in the girl, fully.  (in her equally tight snug fitting asshole, too!)
	Asher’s tongue didn’t have enough stamina to bring Brianne to cum.  He had licked as much as he could muster and then crawled on top, resting/nestling his cock in her gash.  Brianne rubbed his bare backside, squeezed his cheeks then slipped her hand under between their bodies, taking a firm grip of his schlong and easing it into her body.
	They began to fuck.
	Brianne was close to cumming right off!
	So was Asher!
	So was Luca!  And Luca came.  He had only been humping on/in young Jessica mere moments when the flood of orgasmic juices seethed thru his cock.  He could feel the jutting liquid screaming thru his bone, emptying in torrents into Jessica’s innocence.
	Luca pulled out and spilled the rest of his goo all over the child’s cunny, anointing her asshole and then belly before inching up her body to squirt the remaining liquid love onto her sweet little face.
	Jessica lapped up the juices, sucked on the head of Luca’s cock, diddled her tongue into his cum squirting piss slit then sucked on his furry fuzzies!
	Asher humped and Brianne humped into him.  Asher had something similar to an orgasm, the “feeling” of cumming was there, but no cum.  Brianne came, in a gusher load!  She shivered and shook and trembled.  Her hands clamping so hard on Asher’s bare ass he yelped a little in pain.  She needed (required) a bigger more cunt pleasing cock…
	But then again, she had a thing for young cock…

	After Brianne had settle down (some), Luca went down on her, licking up her poon’s juices.  Asher got it on with Jessica, she had gotten on her hands and knees--on the suggestion from Luca.  Then, from Brianne, Asher was put to “putting it to” Jessica’s backdoor.
	This after licking Jessica’s sweet hole and crack…
	Luca licked Brianne until she began to once more shiver and convulse.  Then he stuffed her snatch box with his prick, after quickly wrapping it in a prophylactic.

	After getting his orgasmic “feeling” once more, young Asher was relatively satisfied and he and Jessica scampered off while their charges “Luca and Brianne” fucked themselves silly.
	
*

	Two boys about fifteen found “love” in the woods--deep woods.  Both had shed their clothes and were buck naked.  Both had raging boners and were all about rubbing those hard-ons all over one another’s body.  They stood for a moment or two, their puds grinding tight between their bods.  The sun lightly brushed their very tan nude skin and they slowly went to the ground and rolled--arms and legs akimbo.
	Not far away two young pre-teen boys were also in a compromising position, naked with as many as three adult men.  One man was apparently the boys’ father while the other two were in the early adult hood.  All were naked.  One boy lay across the naked lap of the father, he pulled his own ass cheeks apart while one of the young adult men took his pleasures plugging the boy’s butt--the other adult stuffed the boy in the mouth.
	The remaining young boy waited his turn nearby.

	Butterflies fluttered in the listless air of the noonday sun, they were the object of attention by two wandering naked children, Jessica and Asher.  Neither seemed very worried about their potential predicament, they chased one another, rested to pee--Jessica standing with legs apart wide; then it was back to chasing the butterflies.
	They had spied sorta-kinda on the naughtiness of others in the back country, they weren’t too enthused or interested, just mildly curious.  They continued to frolic nakedly chasing butterflies.
	They weren’t the only ones, however.  
	There were others, kids just as young as well as some teenagers.
	The butterflies numbered in the dozens, flittering listlessly about the sullen air, darting out in the meadows both barren and eclectically normal for foresty meadows.  Small open areas with small trickling springs were a haven for thirsty creatures (including naked children).
	Jessica and Asher lightly frolicked in the spring, then found mild interest in something new--but familiar.  Jessica wasn’t so interested, she continued to frolic following butterflies--Asher, however, was greatly interested.
	A naked teenage girl was on her hands and knees.  Naked.  Long silky dark hair, long limbs, nice-nice breasts.  Behind her was a naked teenage boy, pumping her.  Asher’s little willy was hard.  It had remained hard all the while he and Jessica had “frolicked”, but still…
	Two girls approx. seven or eight-ish were right close by, also naked.
	One boy approx. eight-ish was also there, also naked.
	The teenage boy pumped steadily into the teenage girl, hands on her hips pumping for that almighty ultimate achievement that made it all worth it.  One of the young girls fingered herself, the other fastened her pretty eyes on the fluttering butterflies.
	The lone young boy masturbated… 
	The teenage boy finally reached the apex of his loving, pausing his humping while his cock jutted deep inside whatever hole he was in.  He strained hard, his ass cheeks flexing, his cock power thrusting, his body undulating all over.
	The girl he pumped in fingered herself, bit her lips, tweaked her perky nipples.  She was of Chinese origin, so was the young lone boy.  The teenage boy continued straining and jutting until he was spent.  He pulled out and only then could Asher see that the boy had been pumping into the girl’s asshole.
	Another boy suddenly appeared from the surrounding bushes of the woods, walking a little funny and fanning his ass.  (a monstrous dump he had just done).  He was ten-ish.
	As he emerged the Chinese girl reached for his slightly erect erection.  She tugged on it slightly then engulfed the whole member while fingering her burning snatch box.
	The teen boy sat back watching, handling his cock which was still spurting.  He placed his other hand onto the teen girl’s ass which was still spurting cum--from the asshole.  The teen boy (Zane) turned his attention to the kiddies.  The first lone boy was Chinese, too--the little brother to the teen girl.  One of the two little girls was the teen boy’s little sister, the other was a cousin, as was the ten year old boy getting sucked off on from the teen girl!
	Mya Jong sucked and sucked on Bobby Voxer, her hand cupping his balls with a finger gouging his asshole.  The boy’s toes curled, his whole body was excited.  He didn’t pump into Mya’s mouth per se, he reeled in the joy of getting a blow job--Mya was good.  She soon engulfed his hairless tezzies, too.
	Teen boy, Zane, eyed his little sis and their cousin.  Slowly he advanced the few feet to girls, smiling at them, his cock growing again.  Eight year old Courtney giggled and wriggled about as her teen cousin approached.  He pushed/positioned her down on her back and then went down on her, noshing on her young poon.
	Meanwhile, teen girl Mya sat back smacking her lips, still tugging on ten year old Bobby’s cock.  Giggling herself she got the boy to hook up with little girl Kallie, the little sis of Zane.  She helped position them both and as Bobby pumped into Kallie, Mya fondled the boy’s ass, clutched at his hairless nuggets between his legs and finger fucked his asshole, too.
	Zane soon was rubbing his hard-on up against Mya’s little bro as he pumped Courtney.  Asher stroked his organ--all unaware that they were all being watched--a lot!

 **

	Brianne sat up as Luca fired round after round into her.  She could feel the teen lover’s cock jutting into her, her young body quivered uncontrollably as her own fluids created incredible sensations rivering throughout her young bod.
	Brianne’s orgasm lasted far longer than Luca’s.  She remained straddling her teen lover, his cock for awhile.  It finally slipped out.  Luca caressed Brianne’s hips, his mind virtually blank.  Brianne tweaked her nipples--hard, a flood of her personal juices flooding out of her pussy.  Her orgasm was near complete.
	It was then as she was calming down that she noticed that she and Luca were--alone.  Her pussy still quivered and still tingled with enthused paroxysmal excitement.
	“Luca?” she said out.
	Luca barely stirred, he moaned.
	Brianne semi roughly shook her lover.  The boy came awake and together they began scrambling in a maddening search for the two missing tykes.

	An hour of frantic searching finally located them.  Asher was on top of Jessica, he was seriously hard up and deeply involved in boning the six year old.  Both kids got a mild butt busting for wondering off.
	On the way back, Brianne and Luca spied on the others; apparently, Brianne and Luca knew the Chinese girl and the others.  A discovery had been made, one they hadn’t been aware of before.  
	What Brianne and Luca would DO with the info they had wasn’t known, they moved and back to where they had been--still unaware that their movements (and actions) had been observed by unseen others.
	Jake and Skyler had found Packard Ghash “observing.”  he had been observed jerking off, too.  After Brianne and her gang left out of the area, Packard returned to the second area of interest.  Those folks, too,  had cleared out.  Packard hung about the area for a moment longer, picking up a pair of little girl’s panties, smiling (drooling) before picking his way back out.
Birth of a Notion
	Though it would seem as though the day were complete, with all the spying and all, it was not.  It was still quite warm, but with a brief stop at a small mom & pop convenience store for some refreshment their thirst was quenched and enthusiasm for questing revitalized.
	Again their sights were beset upon Packard Ghash, and he was unaware.  Packard Ghash’s sights were set on a new arrival to the store, a late model pickup he drove.  In the truck with him was a young girl, she appeared to be about 8 years young or so.  She didn’t look well, but it could have been the heat…
	The driver entered the store and got some ice cold sodas from the ice box, then from the first aid area some stomach aid remedies.  The young girl in the truck WAS ill; she looked pale, her dark hair pasted to her young face.  The man returned to her, mopped her face with a bandana that he had soaked in a water faucet.  The man spoke to her, she nodded, heaved and retched and sat back for a moment before taking the offering of ice cold soda.
	Ghash slipped out a side door.  Skyler and Jake lingered a moment on the covered porch drinking down their sodas.  When the man in the truck with the sickly girl took off, the boys followed.  Ghash followed them!

	A little ways down the dirty dusty not well maintained road the boys pulled off to an even less maintained road.  The area was--slightly remote.  Rugged hills and small mountains, knee high grass and other assorted vegetation were all about.  There were trees, a few, of no discernible type or brand.
	The Slope of the Outskirts was in one direction, the Badlands in another, NoMans close at hand.  A few homes remote and not so were spread out all over.  Old-old homes and hovels, shacks, and etc. dotted the landscape.  Kinda rustic and very remote.
	The boys watched as Ghash drove slowly along the dirt road, the other vehicle had turned and went up another road going out to a pair of rolling hills Skyler noted resembled a pair of woman’s titties.
	Skyler needed a bit of a rest, the heat, the usage of the Contraptions wore him.  Jake could see Ghash’s truck and the other, there weren’t many places they could go to get away.  Jake wondered (to himself) as to why Ghash was interested in the guy…
	In a similar fashion was what Forrest experienced, Skyler took note of something yet unseen.  Beyond a large field of waist high dry grass there was a lone stretch of blacktop; a supposed country road short cut from the desert’s main roads thru the low hills to the more sublime lush countryside beyond.
	The day was getting on.  Jake took a long piss and then laid out under the shade of a oak.  Skyler peered across the dry field…
 	
	As evening fell a small sports car came zooming along the back country desert road.  The heat of the day had almost mysteriously cooled down, it had become rather muggy but bearable.  The car loaded with teenage girls dashed along the road at an impressive speed.  The sporty car handled the curves just fine.
	It did not go fleeting unobserved.  The backcountry road was a haven for young unwary teens zooming along as they pleased.  Usually it was teenage boys but occasionally, too, it was teenage girls with a new set of hot wheels a rich daddy had gotten them before they struck off for college.
	Such as the case was for the teen driver in the sports car.
	She zoomed along twenty miles over the posted speed limit.
	It did not go unnoticed.

Badland Banditry	
	Bright lights of a patrol car flickered into the dismal encroaching night.  The teen driver was pissed, and a little frightened.  Just how much trouble was she in?  She kept her hands on the wheel until the officer came to the window, she had been schooled by her probate lawyer father on that.
going to get in all sorts of trouble
	“Evening, Ma’m.” said the trooper as he strolled up to the window.
	The driver offered a meek smile, she was in deep shit.  The trooper had his ticket book, there would be no warning.  She had no idea how fast she had been actually going, or how much trouble she was really in.
	“M’am, do you know why you were stopped?”
	Slowly the timid driver shook her head.
	“M’am, the posted speed limit on this road is fifty, and I clocked you at 9:45 this evening at 75.” he smiled at the demure young lady, “License and registration, please.”
	Twenty-five miles over the speed limit--that wasn’t so bad, was it?  Had she heard that the fines for such infractions were something like two dollars for every mile over?  Or was it five?  Plus a court cost and something else and a mark on the driver’s license and an instant hike in the insurance rate…
	She gulped and trembled as she reached to the glove box for the requested items.  Her companions sat quiet and slightly trembling themselves.
	The trooper wasn’t alone, there were two others.  One was back at the car while the other stabbed a blinding light into the cramped backseat.
	As the trooper collected the requested items, “Where are you heading in such a hurry?” he asked.
	“Th-the City.” the driver returned nervously.
	The trooper nodded, smiled, then took the requested items back to the patrol car.  The other trooper with the invasive flashlight remained beside the passenger side of the car.
	The girls inside let out sighs of sighs.
	“We are in SOOOOOOO much trouble!” spiked one girl from the cramped back area.
	“Whattya mean “WE”?  You got a mouse in your pocket?” spat back the driver.  She was not happy, a little scared, some concern.  This incident was going to cost.
	She had no idea…
	The driver, a one Vanessa Elbatran clenched her hands to the wheel as the trooper with her ID came strolling back.  She was just eighteen and four months away from going to college.  Beside her a best friend, Shawnra also eighteen.  In the cramped backseat, Jillian and Bonnie, eighteen and seventeen.  All were college bound.
	Vanessa was black, a pretty black girl, silky skin, round face and well dressed--sorta.  Her skirt was WAY too short, she wore black panties and very little else.  An expensive watch and other assorted jewelry.  Her father was a lawyer, mother a doctor.  They were “well off.”
	As were the other girls.
	Shawnra was the only “white” girl, but a best friend since early childhood.  A lovely girl she was, too, tall but not gangly.  Medium sized breasts, a long narrow face but concealed mostly by the sweeping trendy blond hair style.  No watch and not a lot of jewelry, either.  She was sweet and not too talkative.
	
	Vanessa was the only black girl of the bunch, the youngest of the bunch had mixed breeding--Mexican heritage was most prominently featured in her but there was also some black and white.  A very pretty girl, outgoing, tight clothes, some jewelry, extreme white and perfect teeth.  That was Bonnie Jorrel.  Her daddy was a rancher as well as owned and operated a quarry mine operation.
	Jillian Poth was Chinese, her daddy was Chinese, mother Japanese-American.  The daddy owned a chain of dry cleaners while the mother was in real estate--big time real estate.  Jill(ian) was cute, too; she tended to be behind in the current trends of hair and clothing style, she was laid back and preferred the older styles.  Which was okay, she managed to pull it off nicely.
	“Would you step out of the car, please.” spoke the trooper in a demanding tone of voice.
	“Is-is there a problem?” Vanessa asked.
	“Please, Ma’m, just step out of the car.” his hand rested on the butt of his service weapon.  Vanessa felt ill.  Gulping she popped open the door and eased out.  The trooper nodded with his head for her to go to the front of her car.
	“Good evening, ladies!” spoke the other trooper.  He was younger, thinner, and looked like he belonged on a Kansas farm rather than a in a state trooper’s uniform.
	He sorta of startled the young ladies in the car, they attention turned from their friend to him as he asked for their ID, too.  The girls shuffled about fishing out the requested items.
	For Vanessa, she was told to “walk the line.”  the small white line at the edge of the road next to the dirt and then the guard rail.
	“I’m not drunk, officer!” protested Vanessa.
	“We’ll see.” smiled the trooper.
	Vanessa couldn’t believe, she had been speeding, not drinking!
	In a way, though, she felt better--the oaf thought she was drunk!  She’d be able to pass his little sobriety test easy!  She’d get the ticket and be on her way.  No prob!
	But, nervousness and all thwarted her attempts at proving her sobriety and she stumbled off the line several times.
	“Okay, let’s try a new one.” spoke up the trooper.
	“Really, sir, I-I’m not drunk, I-I haven’t--”
	“We're going to try another one.”  Stepping back slightly, he
continued, “Please raise your right foot as high as you can, bending it at the
Knee.”
	Vanessa sighed, this wasn’t going as planned--or hoped.  She went over the command; she quickly realized that her skirt was rising at a rate much faster than her leg was moving.  She started to lower her leg, but thought better of it and continued.
	“Now, please lower it and raise the left one.”
	What was she, a freaking circus elephant!?
	“Okay, lower it.” the trooper spoke in a mono tone; then, 	“Now, turn and face the railing.  Stretch out your arms parallel to the ground, close your eyes, and touch the tip of your nose with your right index finger.”
	She hadn't heard him move as she timidly executed the commands as flawlessly as she could--including using her other hand and back and forth.
	When she was done he said, “Now, with your eyes still shut, place your hands on the railing.”
	As soon as she did, she felt the cool steel of handcuffs on both wrists.  Her eyes shot open--her breath was taken.
	“What is this?” she sputtered.  “Am I under arrest?”
	“No,” the trooper said with a chuckle, he then lifted her skirt over her hips, moving her feet apart with his boot.  “This'll just make things a little easier, though!”
	Oh My God!
	Suddenly the trooper’s nightstick was up against her ass, running up and down her crack slowly.  Vanessa felt more than ill, a combo of ill and pissed off.  When she began to wrestle in her protest, something else touched her ass skin and she felt a slight sting.
	“I wouldn’t piss me off if I were you, sweetie.”
	Vanessa couldn’t breathe, she stared out into the bleak darkening desert.  She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, she wanted--
	The nightstick worked her panties down and the bulbous tip of the stick probed her tight sphincter.  All the horror stories of recent news filled her mind.  She was now a statistic.

	Shawnra has been asked to “step out of the car” by the wiry trooper.  She did so and was just as nervous as her Vanessa.  She noticed Vanessa “walking the line.”
	Shawnra was taken to the rear of the car and asked “where have you been?”  “where are you going?”  “have you been drinking?” and other assorted typical trooper to motorist/passenger questions.  The lanky trooper then stabbed a bright light into her eyes then had her do as Vanessa--walk a line, recite the alphabet (albeit backwards) and do the leg up and nose touch before being adorned quickly with handcuffs to the guard rail.
	“Hey!” she shot out quickly.  “What gives, we haven’t done anything!”
	The trooper pressed his body up against her, his nightstick right up between her legs.  “Settle down and this’ll go much easier for you.”  Shawnra wore a pair of semi tight jeans, she was glad of it--sort of.  She clenched tightly all over--this wasn’t happening--this simply wasn’t happening!
	While that was going on, the first trooper whisked out of the car Jillian.  She was moved to a few feet down from where Vanessa was handcuffed TO the guard rail.  Her hands were cuffed behind her, then, some sort of cable tether hooked her to the railing.
	Jillian was put thru the paces as Vanessa and Shawnra had been.  Jillian wore a dress, a light airy Summer dress.  No panties, no bra.  The nightstick went between her legs, along with the trooper’s bare hands.
	“Mmmmmm, now what do we have here!?” he chuckled.
	Jillian was too alarmed to scream.
	Vanessa screamed, though.  Loud and clear.
	“Go ahead, sweetie--scream yer fucking brains out!” chortled the trooper, he stepped from Jillian to the driver, “Aint narry a fucking soul out this away ‘ceptin the friggin coyotes and bats.”
	Vanessa began to bawl.
	“Yeah,” drawled the trooper, “that’ll help.”
	Vanessa wrenched in the cuffs, Jillian slumped to the still very warm gravely road.

	When Vanessa let out her scream, Shawnra freaked and wrenched, causing her wrists to bleed.  She cussed a blue streak and received a taser shot to her backside for her efforts.  Her blue knit top was wrenched up and the twin prongs of the personal defense/offense of a taser gun touched her.
	Shawnra fell silent, she peed herself and was in a dull shock.
	That trooper, farm-boy trooper, quickly wrestled Bonnie Jorrel out of the car, she was freaking out herself when her companions began screaming.  She put up a good fight and managed to “knee” someone in the nuts.
	For her efforts she was pressed hard against the car and zapped into near unconsciousness by not one but two tazers.
	“Hey, Sarge!” yelled out into the warm night, “Got a live one for ya!”

	A large burly man who was as tall as he was--wide, lumbered out of the patrol car.  Slowly he sauntered towards the distraught girl.  The man wrinkled his nose, farted, and wiped his mouth--he had been eating a sandwich.
	“Well, fucking well-well.  What the fuck do we fucking have here?”
	“A prize for you, Sarge!” chortled the wiry trooper.
	The Sarge lumbered up against the cringing seventeen year old, hands going up and down her sides.  He nodded approvingly, “Yeah, she’ll fucking do.”
	Wrenching her by the hair and dragging her like a caveman, the Sarge dragged the hapless girl back to the patrol car.  It’s flashing/blinking lights and headlights were cut off, no interior light.  The girl was flung into the backseat and then there could be heard a series of “slappings” albeit spankings and whatnot.
	Bonnie could be heard mildly cussing, crying, screaming, and then merely weeping.

	Trooper Gavin “the Hawk” Gayers returned to Vanessa.  His hands traveled up and down her body.  
	“Please, please just let us go.” begged Vanessa.  “I’ll give you anything, anything!”
	Trooper Gayers chortled, “Yeah, sweetie, you got that right.” he pushed the girl down to the gravel.  Despite the near lack of moonlight, the natural light revealed to the collage bound girl the man’s massive cock.
	“Have you SUCKED a cock before?” asked the trooper.
	Vanessa somehow fended off throwing up, she felt extremely ill and hot, flush.  The cock before her waggled.  It was huge!  HUGE!
	The trooper grabbed a handful of her hair, “Answer me, bitch!” he said angrily.
	Thru her tears and fear she nodded that it was so, so was a cocksucker.  Trooper Gayers pushed forth his manhood, the swollen tip shimmering with pre-cum.
	“Suck me.” he said in a low mono tone.
	“Oh God.” uttered the frightened girl.
	“There’s no God out here, sweetie, this is the Badlands.”
	Vanessa didn’t scream, but Shawnra did.
	Jillian sobbed uncontrollably.
	Trooper Kotcher pressed his body hard against Shawnra, no panties did he find and no bra, either.  He was highly aroused.  He seethed a slurry of explicative all the while running his bare hand all over her bare bum.  The teenage girl felt a sudden flurry of urine splashing down her legs.  Like Vanessa, she stared near blankly out into the desert.
	Jillian was bent far over the very warm guard rail, the edge cut into her clothes and then body--which was nothing as the trooper behind her worked down her clothes.  His nightstick pressing harder and harder against her tight anal opening.  She begged and pleaded--but mostly under her breath.
	Trooper Gayer’s cock was slowly restiffening after its massive orgasm in Vanessa’s mouth.  He had sunk his boner into her to the base of his manhood very nearly trying to stuff her mouth with his balls, too.  Vanessa was not an “avid” cocksucker, but she sucked cock just the same.
	She nearly choked on the man’s spunk, she hurled and retched and gave cause for the trooper to shoot a massive load of hot spunk DEEP into the teen’s gullet.  Vanessa wrestled with her cuffs but knew it was a futile attempt at freedom.
	The trooper pulled out of her mouth, rubbed his foul cock all over her face then backed away from her--and made way to Jillian.  

	Behind the car Shawnra found herself in a precarious position--bent over the guard railing, her breasts being cut/gouged by the hot jagged broken edging.  Her legs were spread wide, she had lashed out kicking hoping to connect, but was tasered on the bare skin and it settled her right out.
	The lanky trooper worked his nightstick into her asshole, his small diameter flashlight into her pussy.  The girl was going ape shit.  She fluttered about, it was an uncontrollably response.  Both foreign objects invading her young body were uncomfortable and she couldn’t help but freak out.

	Vanessa quieted down closing her eyes, biting down on her lower lip.  She tried to imagine that she was anywhere but in the predicament she was in.  She concentrated on the movement of the trooper’s hands; trying to distract herself from the humiliation she was suffering.  
	His hands followed a path along the crack of her ass, stopping to tease her asshole, then moving down to her outer lips of her cunny.  Slowly her pussy started to moisten under all the attention; she began pushing back, seemingly trying to mount his fingers!
	Gayers found her nub and began tweaking it, the teenager flipped out and gushed.  Her ass tightened, her nipples perked and the desire to “fuck” was strong with her.  The situation was vile and she managed to hold back from pleasing herself.
	No matter, Gavin replaced his fingers with his cock!

	Trooper Kotcher replaced the flashlight and nightstick with his tongue.  Shawnra, like Vanessa, freaked the flip out.  Her pussy gushed personal juices onto the man’s invading face.  “You sorry son-of-a-bitch!” she cried.
	Dale Kotcher giggled and stood, then pressed his gangly cock against her, ran it up and down her crack, poked at her sore asshole then stuffed it.  Shawnra began to cry and get pissed off at the same time.  Her wrists seriously began to bleed as she wrestled.  The man’s cock went slowly invadingly into her rectum.  The prongs of a taser touched her pussy and when Kothcer’s cock was fully seated--he activated the taser and the resulting orgasm was sensational!

	Though it hurt terribly, Jillian endured as the rough edge of the guard rail cut into the flesh of her ass.  The trooper had semi roughly turned her about, twisting her arms to where they cross above her head and then behind.  Her bare ass was sat on the cutting edge of the tin rail, the trooper who had his uniform shirt on but uniform slacks and underwear at his ankles stood masturbating before her, cum dripped in strands from his hellish prick.
	“You fucker!” she yelled.  It was in anger, an outburst without thought.  She knew she was going to be raped and sodomized, pissed on and cum on and whatever.  The sexual depravity ravaging the countryside was far from over.
	Gayers shuffled forward, stuffing his manhood into the girl’s teen hood.  Jillian shivered as the massive fuck pole filled every nook and cranny in her body.  She cussed aloud some more, but wasn’t sure if her words escaped her mouth or not.  The trooper entered her fully and proceeded to fuck her to his satisfaction.
	Shawnra knew she was going to get it, it was just a matter of time.  She figured she would get tasered, spanked, or horribly fucked by the flashlight or nightstick.  The man had pumped into her asshole until he had cum, then pulled out and emptied more (cum) onto her ass.  During the copulation, the man’s grip on his taser gun had loosened and he dropped it.  It had clunked to the ground.  Shawnra couldn’t see it but knew it was there.
	Then, lanky Trooper Kotcher pulled Shawnra back--though she was cuffed to the railing.  When stretched to the limit her head was pushed down, down to the hot gravel.  The stinging gravel bit into her soft flesh, the trooper behind her pooched her ass up and began sodomizing her fresh fucked asshole with his nightstick, the rigid/ribbed end.
	Taking her mind off the anal assault, she saw the taser.
	With great strides she moved her head and managed to latch onto it with her mouth.  The inside of her asshole were on fire, the gangly trooper was apparently trying to see just how much of the makeshift cock/dildo the poor hapless girl could take.
	She wasn’t going to take much more, that was for sure.  She began to wriggle and thru tears and cry outs of anguish she wriggled her ass as if she were “fucking” back into the stick.
	The man rubbed her ass and the girl made as much as like she was enjoying it.  It beckoned the man to remove the nightstick.  He went down on the girl’s crack, licking her asshole, the crack and furry young cunny.  Soon, as expected, the man stood as he could no longer hold back and stuffed the teen’s snatch box.
	When he was in and beginning to pump, Shawnra sent the heel of her right foot up to his vulnerable nuts.  As hard as she could.  Then with her left foot she repeated the deed.  Kotcher stepped back--no, FELL back and onto the road holding his near broken nuts.  No words could he utter, spittle filled his mouth, tears in his eyes, he wallowed on the hot pavement for a long while.

	For a moment Vanessa hoped her ordeal was over, her trooper left her friend Jillian and disappeared into the darkness for a moment, then appeared and stuffed Vanessa’s poon with his nightstick--when he had had his fun with that, he stuffed as much of the nightstick into her asshole before stuffing her pussy with his dick and fucking her righteously.
	The pain was insurmountable.
	It was all Vanessa could do to maintain consciousness, although she thought secondly that perhaps UNconscious would have been better.
	Vanessa had had boyfriends who had not lasted as long as the trooper had, but he took his time and the flashlight in her asshole finally fell out.  Vanessa clung to the railing and endured.  It was all she could do to maintain some semblance of sanity.
	The trooper shagging her pumped his fill and seemed to almost pass out.  A stream of his liquid love as well as her own spewed forth from her cunny.  The trooper backed up, actually stumbled.  Vanessa slumped onto the guard rail.  

	Trooper Kotcher sat up, spitting, his vision blurred.  He sputtered, 
	“You fucking cunt!” he bitched.  Despite the extreme pain to his balls, he flew into a rage against the helpless girl who had kicked him.  The flashlight once more stuffing its way into her asshole.
	Suddenly the man knew pain like never before, the girl had grabbed his flopping member and then touched his tender nuggets with the taser.  She dropped the taser during the melee, but the trooper fell away from her once more in tremendous agony.  He couldn’t breathe and could only wallow on the hot pavement like a fish out of water.
	His antics got the attention of Trooper Gayers.
	Shawnra struggled against her bindings and had managed to free one hand, it was a bloody mess about the wrist.  The blood and peeled skin had helped free her hand.  Somehow she had managed to come up with Trooper Kotcher’s service weapon, a 9mm Glock.
	The girl trembled and wavered the weapon from trooper to trooper.
	“Hey, now, easy, missy.” said the sputtering Trooper Kotcher.
	“FUCK YOU!” yelled Shawnra.
	Trooper Gayers made a step forward and Shawnra fired off a round.
	The bullet hit the ground and sent gravel and hot broken lead into Gayers’ bare leg.  The Glock left Shawnra’s hand during the recoil she hadn’t expected.  It flew over the guard rail into the desert.
	Lumbering out of the darkness came a huge naked hulk of a man, the one called the Sarge.  Cum dripped in long stringy strands from his cock, blood coated his balls and willy and inner thighs.
	It was mass confusion, but the Sarge quickly sized it up and seized the situation.  Shawnra sat slumped against the guard rail, “Don’t you fucking touch me you fucking--”
	The Sarge smacked her across the face very nearly breaking her neck.
	The situation went downhill from there.
	With the sheer darkness Vanessa couldn’t tell exactly what had happened, but the gun shot and the shoutings weren’t good news.  Vanessa’s eyes had barely gotten used to the darkness after the lights of the patrol car had been shut off.  The second gun shot fired sent rivers of extreme fear into Vanessa.
	“What’s happening!?” shouted Jillian.  She was up a few feet from Vanessa.  There was dead silence on the roadway.  Dead.

	One of the troopers, she didn’t know which, made his way up to her.  Vanessa still faced the desert.  Her stomach turned and churned.  She wanted to heave to throw up.  The taste of spunk still in her mouth and face.  The trooper stood a moment or two right behind her, then moved on--to Jillian.
	Vanessa could barely make out the forms.  The trooper had the girl up on the rail again and was raping her.  Jillian’s screamed were all over the range of anger and fright.  She begged and pleaded and slowly fell silent.  Vanessa could see the trooper still between her flailing legs.  At length her legs stopped flailing and she was just a mass of flesh.
	The trooper stopped.
	A wash of hot desert breeze swathed over Vanessa.  Blinking her eyes to blot off the sweat then looking at her friend, she didn’t see the trooper.
	“Jill?” she queried.  “Jillian?”
	It was of no use.  She was dead.

	Coyotes bayed from several places in the desert-scape.  The temp hovered in the high 80s.  There was an occasional breeze but not much else.  A strange unfamiliar odor lingered in the sullen air, it was putrid after awhile.
	At length a large man strolled up.  He said nothing but gripped Vanessa’s hair and shoved her mouth down onto his hellish cock.  Vanessa hurled.  There was no stopping it--the man’s cock was filthy; caked with fecal matter, blood, cum, and etc.
	Vanessa got her face slapped hard that very nearly sent her into the next world.  The man roughly wrenched her young body about and stabbed his hellish schlong into her asshole.  He pounded her brutally for several long enduring minutes.
	Then another man took over.
	Another man urinated on her.
	“Sarge!” spoke a trooper, “God-damn car coming.”
	“Put the bodies over the side.”
	“What about this one?”
	Sarge stuffed Vanessa’s gooied anus with the Glock and pulled the trigger.
	The college bound eighteen year old stared out into the darkening desert until it became completely darkened.

Spy Games
	“Shit, piss, fuck, shit, fuck, shit, damn, Dude!”
	“Yeah,” said Jake, “that about sums it up.”  he realized that not all Spying was going to come out rosey.  He and his friend remained in the culvert until dawn.  The troopers had pulled away an hour after the “car” had come and gone.
	When coming out of the culvert on the opposite side of the two laner, no cars were about at all.  One of the troopers must of taken the college bound girls’ car.
	Were the bodies still over the rail?
	Neither Skyler or Jake had any intention of crossing the road to find out.  They trekked across some hills back to where they had stashed the SUV and returned to the road where Ghash and the Subject with the little sickly girl had gone.

	The boys both were bothered by what had happened, in that they probably should have done something to intervene.  Probably.  But it wasn’t a wise thing lest they, too, be on the “other side of the guard rail” being absorbed by the desert.
	There was the Contraptions I-II-III with a prototype (IV).  Why didn’t they use one (or all) of the Cs?  Conflict. For some reason elusive to Skyler, the Contraptions wouldn’t integrate (work) together in sync as they were supposed to.  So that meant one Contraption at a time had to be used.  There was the Mind Zapper, Contraption One.  Contraption Two initiated Invisibility.  C-III was a step up from One AND rendered the user Invisible.
	But it had limits and liabilities.  It could zap only one person to overtake.  It was suppose to be able to do “more”, like up to half a dozen or so.  And it had done so previously, but since then it had overheated and was questionable.
	It would not be good to “zap” one of the murderous troopers, the possibility of alerting the others would not be good.  No, not good at all.  The boys regretted what had happened, but were thankful they were alive. Curiously they wondered--to themselves, if they should “tell” anyone.
	Nah.
	With corruption the way it was it probably wasn’t wise, the entire justice system for the area was probably not so good.  They boys moved on to their next adventure.

The Next Adventure:  Much Ado about Mutton
	The strong odor of pig shit filled the morning air, kinda repulsive but it mixed well with the alfalfa hay field nearby.  The strong gruntings of some serious porkers there was, strange scents of ragweed and other assorted weeds.  Some were highly fragrant and not so bad, others made Jake and Skyler squeeze their noses tight.
	Again, they had stashed the Forrest’s SUV and traipsed off in search of a new adventure.  They would not be denied.  
	“I’m fucking starving!” mouthed Jake.
	“I got ya some tube steak you can gnaw on!” smirked back Skyler.
	“Real food, dick head!”
	The boys joshed one as they scurried thru the weeds and back area of the so-so farm land.  The homes were spread out--far and wide.  Dotting some of the hills.  It wasn’t so much as really to say it was farm land, but then again…
	No one really “farmed” the land, it was as it was.  Five to ten acres of hay, five to ten acres of corn.  That was about it for “farm land.”  Some folks raised chickens to sale the eggs, some folks raised pigs for various reasons.  Some folks raised sheep--for various reasons.  One of reach Skyler and Jake were privy too.
	As they neared a so-so farm house where bacon could be detected, the boys’ “senses” were alerted to something going on in the barn.  The barn, like many of the other outbuildings and yah the farm house itself was in piss poor condition.  Piss poor.  Severely weathered, old is as old does.  Falling down porch and porch railing, which matched the corral and other fences surrounding the homestead.
	There were some trees, big suckers with wide spreading out limbs as big as trees themselves (the limbs).  An old pickup of the modern age and a station wagon was parked on the gravely dirt open space in front of the home.  A dog of white roamed the yard, pissing on tires and sniffing.
	Inside the barn a young man of late teens humped a sheep.
	The sheep was tied up--er, that is to say a noose about its neck to secure it to a small open stall.  The young man was nude, his overalls down at his ankles, no underwear.  Hands clamped onto the furry dingy white fur.
	The boy was pumping.  Madly.  Nothing was going to stop him--’cept the high pitched giggles of a hidden young girl.  She was approx. nine or ten, blond hair w/dark roots, dark eyebrows, clean face, twin pony tails, flat chest.  Loose fitting jeans and a simple stripped top.  She emerged from a pile of old hay bales behind where her brother was boffing the sheep.  She fled in a dead run to the house, the boy pulled up his clothes, stumbled and called after her.  By the time he made the door of the barn, the girl was safely inside the house at her mother’s side.
	The boy fumed, farted, kicked the dirt with his bare foot, then closed the door and returned to his business of mutton humping.

	On the brink of starvation the boys not so enthused about a guy getting some nookie from a sheep, made their way into the farmhouse.  The girl stayed quite close to her mother, “Did you find your brother?” she had asked of her--it sent the young daughter into a fit of laughter.  She didn’t rat out her mutton loving brother, though.  She would hold that as a trump card.
	A pile of ’cakes and bacon there was, an old man sat at the table, beige overalls he wore, he needed a bath, a hair cut, shave, and deodorant.  He seemed to be in the “twilight” of his years, his mouth moved uncontrollably and one eye was “glazed” over.
	Another man appeared, zipping up his pants and making a slight adjustment.  He stepped up behind the woman who was frying “chicken” pieces in a deep bath of grease on an old style stove.  He swatted her ass and gave it a squeeze.  The young girl at the table seemingly trying to hold it down saw but shined it on.  
	The woman lightly chastised her horny husband (under her breath) and he moved passed her to the table.  “G’morning, Dad!” the man said loudly.
	“Yeah, what the fucks so good about it?” he bitched back in a snarl.
	“Daddy!” bitched the woman whirling about in some mild anger.
	“Well?  I’m still alive ain’t I?  That ain’t no good!” he went on mumbling with lower jaw all on its own.
	“Hey, Sweetpie!” the man brightened up shinning the old man off.  The young girl crawled onto her daddy’s lap, hugging him and kissing him.  The man’s hands traveled up and down his young daughter--tickling her and actually “goosing” her between her legs!  It seemed innocent enough and the youngster flipped about in glee.
	“I’m going to take some stuff into town later on, you wanna go along?”
	The little girl nodded her head, her face was so bright.  She hugged her daddy and he to her, and on the sly it seemed he “goosed” her between the legs again.
	The daddy sat back, “Now where’s Junior?”
	“He’s in the barn.” chirped up the girl.
	“He’s stuffing that damn sheep again?”
	To wit the little girl’s mouth fell open.
	“I swear, he’s going to stuff that sheep so much it’ll never fit on the truck!”
	Oh.  They were talking about FOOD, and not the other end…

	Skyler and Jake helped themselves to the family’s breakfast.  There seemed to be plenty.  The family dog came in and barked a nut at the invisible duo, but was hushed and then FED by the invisible duo.  They made a friend!  A doggie friend was very good friend indeed.
	Junior sat at the family breakfast table, eyeing his little sister.  They made face and stuck out their tongues to one another.  Typical sibling stuff.  The boy was admonished for his sheep stuffing, “I don’t want the judges to see that sheep overweight, that’ll kill any possible prize right off.” he father warned.  The boy, “yeah-yeah-yeaned” him.  Overalls was all he wore, his torso was as much the color of the dirt outside.  He needed a bath and a serious hair trim.  And some manners.  And some real pussy!
	After breakfast the old man got up and shuffled in house slippers out of the kitchen.  He fucking reeked!  The Daddy looked to his wife but she avoided his glance.  He said nothing but sighed.  Daughter, Megan, dashed to help her mother, slyly checking the status of her pissed off brother.
	“Going into town,” the daddy said dryly, “you want to go along?”
	The boy shook his head, No.
	“Then make sure you get your chores done ’fore I get back before you do anything else, got me?” he said sternly.
	The boy with head bowed picking at the last of his scrambled eggs nodded.  ’yeah-yeah-yeah.’
	The daddy reached across the table and SMACKED the boy, sending him out of the chair and onto the floor.
	“Boy, when I speak to you you look at me to answer!”
	The boy on the fresh swept floor looked pissed, very pissed.  He was tall, lanky, wiry, and only fifteen, not late teen.  And at the rate he was going, he might not make eighteen…
	The boy scrambled up and fled out the backdoor of the kitchen, slamming the screen door. 
	“Ed,” the woman said, “I wish you wouldn’t--”
	“Darla, that boy has got to learn some God-damn manners!  He’s a getting’ too damn uppity for his britches.”
	The woman shook her head sadly and returned to cleaning up after breakfast.
	Skyler and Jake continued to “help themselves” and when everyone was gone, zapped the woman and really dug in.  There were no leftovers at all, and the refrigerator was up for grabs, too.
	The family dog, Scooter, got his fill, too.
	Darla.  She wasn’t a bad dish, a little haggard, in her mid thirties.  Short brown hair to her shoulders, typical farmer’s wife dress.  No sign of Ed or Ed Junior, the girl, Megan, was out of sight and so Jake just helped himself to “dessert”; stepping up to the farmer’s wife and raising her dress.
	Scooter the family farm dog barked, but Skyler handed him a biscuit and the dog could care less what the other boy was doing.
	Down came Darla’s full brief white panties.  His hard cock out of his pants he began rubbing onto the woman’s cool flesh.  Suddenly, though, he stopped and backed up to the table.
	“Whad up?” his friend asked.
	Jake’s face was in a swath of sweat.
	“Dude?”
	“I-I’m good, fine--” he said.  But he wasn’t.  he sighed, he stared out the grimy window above the dual porcelain sink.  The images of the night before filled his head, the gun shots, the body dumpings.  Young lives snuffed out by overzealous horn dogs.
	Could there have been anything the boys could have done?  Should have done?  Possibly yes, but at what risk?
	Skyler advanced to the woman, the dog licked his lips and scratched himself.  Out of his pants Skyler whipped his own schlong and pressed it up against the woman’s bared ass, then up and down the crack.  He was soon leaning her over the sink, pulling her out some to make a better stance and stab at her.
	He was just about to make anal entry when the bathroom door shut just down the hall.  A pickup pulled up out into the open yard, too.  Quickly Skyler pulled up the woman’s panties then he and Jake scurried to be “out of the way.”
	Scooter bounded outside barking his brains out.  The little barefoot girl ran after him.  Her father was already out there.  The mother came out of her stupor and vomited into the sink.  A lasting lingering side effect of being under the influence of a Contraption.  Oh well.
	There was still no sign of Junior.
	Outside the girl was hugged by her daddy as he stood by the family truck jawing with the new comer, a family friend.  The men began a banter of business talk.  In the family truck there were some crates of junk as well as fresh fruit and vegetables.  
	“You gonna go with me you better get yer shoes on.” spiked Ed.  Megan bounded off to the house to her room.  The mother came out with a basket of cloth and canned (jarred) peaches.  “Going to the circle.” she said.  (A ladies circle of old biddies and soon to be old biddies).
	“Be back in a while.” she said.  Which meant in a few hours or so after all the juiciest gossip had been well fillet.  Her hubby nodded barely hearing her as he was immersed in his own gossip with the neighbor.
	In the house the Megan fished out her shoes from under her twin sized bed.  Plush animals of various sorts and types were all over the girl’s room, a fish tank on a table and a gerbil in a cage on a dresser.  The room had clothes of various sorts scattered all over.  Typical child.
	Megan sat on her bed pulling on her laceless shoes when brother Edward made entrance, thru the girl’s open window.
	Megan made a dash to the open bedroom door but lanky brother Ed was faster and bowled her over in the process, pinning her to the floor.  It was carpeted but thin.
	“Get off me!” the girl seethed.
	The boy wasn’t budging.  He was older and more powerful and outweighed his sibling significantly.
	“I’ll tell Mom!” she nearly yelled.
	“Yeah, and I’ll her about the vase!”
	Megan stopped squirming and looked a little frightened.
	“Yeah, you didn’t think I knew about that, huh?”
	“She wont believe you.” near whimpered the girl.
	“Maybe not, but she wont have to, just the thought that YOU might have broken Grandma’s vase and NOT Scooter ‘ill be enough.”
	Good point.
	“You fucker!” the girl screamed.
	“And then there’s that missing ten bucks from Dad’s wallet…”
	Siblings were always finding “dirt” to have on the others.  It paid off.
	“What do you want?” Megan asked sadly, reluctantly, brokenly.
	Edward got up off his sister, “Get on the bed.”
	Megan was curious, “Why?”
	“Cause I fucking said so!” barked her brother.
	When the girl moved to her bed, Ed moved to the door, shut it and placed a chair up against the doorknob--thusly securely “locking” it.
	“What are you doing?” Megan asked curiously.
	Edward smiled and came halfway to his sister, then unhitched the clasps of his overalls.  They were two sizes too big, and the only garment he was wearing.  The overalls fell to the floor and he was buck bare assed naked.  His cock was hard, too.
	“You’re not sticking that thing in me!” decreed the girl.
	“’fraid so!” chirped the boy stroking and advancing on the girl.
	“’fraid not!” returned the girl.
	“That was Mom’s favorite vase…” the boy said wirly.
	“Fucker!” shot back the girl.
	“Take off your clothes!”
	“Forget you!” 
	The boy stroked his organ and approached to whereas he was against the bed.
	“Don’t you fucking touch me!”
	“How pissed to you think Mom would be if she knew you broke Grammy’s vase?  Yu got a birthday coming up, dad’s gonna give you an allowance raise, there’s the fair and--”
	“Okay, okay!” the girl said reluctantly, and disgustedly.  She lay back in a flop and unhitched her jeans pushing them down.  Dear brother took them at the leg opening and pulled them on off.  Unlike her brother Edward, Megan wore underwear.
	She pushed the undies to her knees and Edward tugged them on off.  He sniffed them and then wrapped them about his cock.  Megan stared at him in awe, mouth open.  
	“Lay down and open your legs.” Edward commanded.
	Megan shook her head, “no.”
	Edward took the off-pink panties and threatened to wipe his ass with them.  Megan’s mouth fell open moreso.  Pissed off and fuming she lay back on her bed, legs open.
	Only then could Skyler and Jake see that the girl was NOT a virgin.
	Brother Edward gazed upon the poon pie licking his lips.
	Slowly he crawled up onto his naked sister, she had her shirt still on, just pushed up to her neck.  She had nipples, something akin to a pair of aspirin on an ironing board.  
	Edward firstly went down on his sibling, licking her cunny, sucking on it wholly and jamming a finger into her asshole.  It was short lived, his cock demanded attention and the nude farm boy sibling mounted the young girl, dragging his cock up and down her hairless poon.  Megan fidgeted on the bed, biting her lips, pulling up her bedcovers.
	Slowly the boy made vaginal entry.
	“Oh yeah!” he blurted.   Megan said nothing, she still seemed to be seething being pissed off at him.  The boy’s 6-incher slid near effortlessly into Meg’s poon.  Her legs parted wide and they were soon deeply embossed into the glory that was sex.

Down on the farm with family frolic
	Nothing like being “popular.”  it was a sure bet that nice well hung handsome boys were apt to have cock hungry girlfriends.  But be that as it may, there were three boys who sought favor with a girl.  The boys were brothers, the girl, their sister.
	And they were not alone in their quest to be favored by the lone girl.
	Two crappy farmhouses down from the sheep fucker’s home another farm that seemed to be fairing a little better than its neighbors.  Cattle roamed a far field and there was a nut orchard nearby, too.  Inside a gray weathered LARGE barn, activity other than farming was commencing.
	The lone girl (AnnaElyse) sat opened legged on a hay bale, masturbating.  She was all giggles, blond curly hair, dazzling blue eyes, and a mystic about her that said she was innocent.  But she was not.  Her pussy was bald and showed telltale signs of “usage.”
	She wore cowboy boots and nothing else.
	Three teenage boys were present.  All naked.  The middle brother in cowboy boots AND hat.  All the boys were typical lads, muscular, wiry, lanky, etc.  The oldest was the tallest,	the youngest the shortest.  The sibling sister was the third in line of offspring.
	It was suddenly noticed that there was a shit load of “equipment” in the semi darkened room.  Up along the loft there was a string of lights.  Three reflectors arched light and there were three video cameras (al la hi-tech type.)
	A nude male adult there was operating one of the cameras, another nude man worked on a machine that was a portable generator.  He was also nude.
	After a few minutes the generator soared to life.  There was lighting and power!  “Action!” cried out the man operating one of the cameras.  One of the boys, a lad two years older than the teen on the hay bale, approached with a raging boner.  The girl leaned forward and began sucking it, she cupped his balls and rubbed his firm perfectly shaped ass.  The boy had an average length cock and the girl took it all.
	The other boys, and men, jerked their gherkins…
	The man operating the camera could focus right in on the cock sucking action.  No one spoke, not while there was “action” in progress.  The girl’s nipples became pert and she began to finger fuck herself into a tizzy.
	“When you cum, make sure you shoot it onto her face.”  money shot.
	The boy seemed aggravated and turned his head over his shoulder giving his dad an angry look.  “I know what to do!” he said bitchingly.
	AnnaElyse sucked and sucked and thrashed her pretty head side to side like a dog with a toy--or foot, leg…
	Suddenly the cocksucking action increased and the strapping boy of 20 began to pump into his sister’s mouth.  “OH yeah!” he cried out, “Suck me!  Suck me--suck me-suck me!”
	AnnaElyse did so, sucking harder, squeezing ass flesh with both hands.  The boy rocked into his sister’s mouth and then began “rocketing” into his sister’s mouth.  He barely could pull out in time to shoot loads onto her very pretty face.  A great deal had been spewed INto her mouth, but that was okay, it was a good money shot just the same.  Anna took her brother cum squirter and continued sucking him as his cock softened.  She slurped up all the juices from the head of his dick and then latched onto his balls for a long minute suck.
	The man (daddy) operating the main camera slapped at one of his son’s standing near.  “Stop that, save it for your sister!” the boy had been admonished from pleasing himself.
	The first boy backed up and out of the “scene.”  the “director” indicated to the oldest boy to go in, he did so--happily, willingly, readily.  
	Anna laid back on the hay, three bales put together with a wall of hay ten high.  She opened her legs and hadn’t bothered to clean off the “mess” on her face.  She frigged her teenage box for a moment or two and then her oldest bro came along.
	The girl took on her brother who fucked her good for several enduring minutes, pulling out and humping on her gash before restuffing her to hump madly until the orgasm.  He shot once into his sister’s snatch, then pulled out and completed the “money shot” spewing his goo all over her furry burger.
	The youngest bro got to peg the girl’s asshole.

	It wasn’t over.  The girl got laid over the knees of her Daddy and spanked.  Then, the other man, her mother’s brother, came to her and pegged her asshole and pussy.  When he came he emptied his uncly tool onto the girl’s ass.  The oldest brother operated the camera during that portion.
	After the uncle had done his bit, Anna turned on her father’s lap, raised up and slid down onto his pole.  His hands clamped onto her ass and pulled the cheeks wide.  Cum dripped from her well fucked asshole.  The daddy dong could be seen well enough slamming up into her poon.
	Two small closed televisions gave the unseen dynamic spying duo up close and personal viewing.  When the daddy had pumped his fill, shooting massive wads of spunk matter INTO his daughter’s quim--missing the infamous money shot, it was not to worry.  Gobs and gobs of cum juices spilled down along his swollen member, coating his balls and all.  It was a terrific shot.

	“I’ll go put music and audio bites with it, Pa.” said the eldest boy.  He took two the two cameras out of the barn, after dressing and scooted off to the house.  The “Pa” looked to the other boys, “Get out to that fence I tolt you about and get it fixed up ‘fer night fall.  Josh, count the cattle ‘fore you come back.”
	“Yes sir, Pa.” the boys said in unison and after dressing they, too, scampered out and off to their daily chores.
	Anna helped herself to a drink of water from a faucet.  Her father and uncle fooled around (with the camera equipment).  The uncle shot the whimsical farm girl a sidewise glance, he and the girl’s father were still naked…

Additional Shenanigans
	The afternoon odor of pig shit filled the heavy leaden air.  It was muggy and dark clouds loomed up from Gold Mountain and beyond.  Stinkweed and other assorted high fragrant “weeds” mingled with the intensity of pig dung.
	Skyler and Jake horny from watching the narly shenanigans in the family barn, strolled out thru the waist high weeds and grassed and doinked one another.  The uncle of Anna and the father of Anna double teamed the girl in the family barn, spanked her and then coated her in pee.  Thereafter the girl dressed and scooted to the house where her mother in a wheelchair bitched at her for kitchen duty not taken care of yet.
	Skyler and Jake thought/figured they could have zapped the girl and had their turn with her, too; but figured they could really probably find “tighter” pussy elsewhere.
	After leaving the barn they got a little disorientated and their extreme horniess not curbed drove them out beyond a small pasture.  HUGE mammoth porkers in a questionable fence watched the boys.  The heavy scent of pig crap and weeds became overpowering and after stuffing one another’s hole struck off elsewhere.
	They found a small creek.  That helped.  The mugginess was near unbearable.  The boys stripped off their clothes (again) and just about unbearable.  Jake swam like a fish down the creek’s trickling current--the creek no more than two feet deep and a scant three feet wide.  The creek emptied into a pond.  At the “exit” end of pond it was dammed up--the water escaping under and thru the dam but there was enough blockage to form a pond.
	A small group of mixed peoples were here; boys and girls alike, from twelve to fifteen.  No “hanky-panky” seemed to be in the mix, just frolicking, swimming.  Jake and Skyler hung tight for a bit then moved on.

	The boys made a long sweeping semi-circle back towards the scattered homes, the day had suddenly “clouded” up.  It was still muggy but there were wafts of cool breezes.  The boys sighted the “boys from the barn” counting cattle and mending a fence.  
	At length the boys came to a large fenced backyard.  Two teens were weeding and therein.  The girl approx. thirteen wore short shorts and a simple red sleeveless top.  Her dark brown hair tied back held securely with red ribbons.  She was pretty, not extraordinary pretty, but not bad.  Fuckable, very fuckable.  She had hunched shoulders, no perfect posture and not bad in the titty department.  
	She was TALL for thirteen, but still had a good enough form not to stand out and be freakish about it.
	A boy of fifteen was there, too.  He did most of the hard howing and raking while his sister plucked the various lawn weeds.  Not a bad looking fella for a fella.  Sandy brown hair, some freckles, a short nose, slenderly built and an eye on his sister’s ass.
	The boy had wood.
	He wore cut off beige corduroys.
	And had wood…

	‘You want to FUCK your sister?’
	The first answer was a definitive NO, but a secondary answer was hidden behind.  Yes.  It was a natural.  They were of age, the girl had “parts” and better underwear.  He was a boy and his cock got hard when the wind blew.
	‘Are you a virgin?’
	The first answer back was a definitive NO, but then the second was a resounding pathetic Yes.
	He humped his hand AND his bed.  He had a pair of his sister’s panties AND a pair of his mother’s.  he had no desire to boff his mother.  He DID have a desire to boff his sister.  No, he had never done so before.  Yes, he had seen her naked and mostly in her panties.  And yes, she had seen him in similar fashion.
	As they grew older, or of age, their modesty and religious upbringing kept them from acting upon unnatural desires.  The girl had similar desires, though not as staunch.  Yes, she was a masturbator, but only occasionally and usually just in the shower with a few times in her bed.
	She had seen her bro naked AND with a rail on, she was mildly curious AND curious about sex.  But sex with her brother?  Though it seemed to be a trend throughout the land, it was not morally just and NOT going to happen.
	Unless by force.
	Skyler found a mental note in the girl’s mind that if she and her brother should be accosted by sex thugs, forcing them to “copulate” she would do so mostly willingly.  She was relatively sure for some amount of certainty that her brother would not protest.
	Both would put up a good front, but still…
	Catie and Rory.  
	There were a couple of three ways to go about the naughty plan.  Skyler thought and thought, Catie and Rory worked the backyard, chatted, and carried on as civil brother and sister.
	Other than the garage attached to the ranch style house, there was a tool shed and another shed (also for tools and such.)  Catie and Rory made for the second shed.  The shed measured eight deep and six wide and eight high at the apex.  A dirt floor.  Not a lot of room, a shelf ran along one side, no back door, two windows in each side, smudged and layered so with grime they couldn’t be seen out of anyways.
	A table was therein, cluttered with various home crafter implements.
	Catie and Rory had completed their backyard chores and were putting away the tools when--

	Rory looked upon his naked sister with a bombastic awe.  He let out a small moan and blinked his eyes repeatedly.  Beads of sweat dotted his face and his nakedly exposed bone stood out prominently.  Rory was nude, too.  Both teens had been “overwhelmed” and compelled strongly to remove their clothes.
	They did so at the same time.
	Rory’s cock stood out a lovely 6 ½ inches, not bad for a fifteen year old.  He was a slenderly built lad, good body posture and poise and good looking all around.  His sister’s eyes were glued to his prong.  
	Catie stood up straight, her breasts were ski-slope and didn’t actually “sag” downwards.  Perky pert nipples already stiff.  Her muffin was lightly trimmed and not a blemish on her!
	‘On your knees!’ came an invading Voice.
	Catie gulped.  Rory gulped.  Then both teens began to ease to their knees.
	‘Not you, stupid!’ bitched the Voice aimed at Rory.
	The boy embarrassingly re-stood, his cock pulsed and he had to massage his organ as well as fondle his balls.  His sister was lovely, despite the fact that she was his sister--he did very much so indeed want to fuck her.  It was a fantasy and a natural one, no biggie.
	Catie on her knees stared eye-to-cock.  She didn’t blink, she licked her lips and stared at the prong--up close and personal.  She had seen her brother NUDE many times, no big deal.  But not as close as she was currently.
	‘Kiss the head of his dick.’
	Rory gulped and held his breath, Skyler didn’t have the exact knack that like Forrest had when Voicing, transmitting his command of desires via a mind link.  Skyler broadcast on a more open transmission whereas ALL who were effected by the Contraption heard the commands issued.
	No biggie.
	Rory anticipated the “kiss” and Catie--performed it.
	One brush of the teen’s lips, a second, and then via further instruction--diddled her tongue to the piss slit before wrapping her lips fully about the boy’s swollen member head and teasing it with the rolling of her tongue about the super sensitive crown.
	Strangely, Catie was not appalled at the foul deed of “cocksucking”.  Skyler saw in a flash in her mind that she might-MIGHT give one to her boyfriend.  She deemed that HE was horny enough to let her!
	The taste of Rory’s cock in her mouth was odd, it was different.  Whimsically she thought of a new nuance to the stupid kiddie game she played with her girlfriends--truth or dare.  She could now DARE smart ass Angelica to “suck your brother’s dick!”  Angelica’s bro was sixteen and a common Nerd.  Angelica and Catie had caught the boy behind their house masturbating--he had a raging boner wrapped in a pair of Angelica’s panties as well as some torn pages from out of a skin magazine.
	Rory’s cock was warm, very warm.  It had a bit of mustiness to it, as well, but tolerable.  She couldn’t actually describe its “taste”, it was sort of familiar, like string cheese, but then again…
	Slowly and effortlessly Catie engulfed the cock, the whole cock, and nothing BUT the cock.  Meanwhile, her stunned and awed brother “receiving” placed his hands thru her hair and began to pump his hips.
	Catie’s hands were “busy”, too; one hand caressing her brother’s cool bare ass flesh while the other cupped his hairy balls.  Rory was in ecstasy, pure fucking unadulterated ecstasy.  It was grand!  It was fantastic!  It was unreal.  It was then that Skyler saw a vivid flash of another fantasy--the boy boffing his mother!
	Though lo he had initially denied it, deeply he DID fantasize about getting a hummer from his mother, then shagging her in bed, then dogging her in the hall…
	These images prompted Rory to shoot a massive wad of hot gooey spunk into his sister’s gullet.  One giant squirt and then another, then another.  Catie at first retched and nearly heaved as wave after wave of hot ejaculate spewed into her mouth.
	But she gulped the juices down and fully engulfed her brother’s cock.

	When the cock crowed--the one with red and brownish feathers, it was noon o’clock.  In the tool shed Catie Murrick was getting laid--by her brother.  (the boy was getting laid, too!)
	After the terrific blow job, Rory didn’t think it could get any better.  Wrong!  His cock remained swollen, it didn’t ache but was tingly.  So were his balls.  He couldn’t believe he had emptied his tool into his sister’s mouth--and furthermore couldn’t believe she had SWALLOWED his spunk.  He would have never believed that it would happen.
	But then again, both siblings realized that they were being strongly coerced into the narly shenanigans via someone with a mind altering device.  Rory eased back, his sweaty ass against the work bench against the wall.  “Son-of-a-bitch!” he blurted out.  Very seldom did he cuss, hardly ever if at all did his sister.  Both teens were of a strong Christian family.  They were not farmers per se, but the family owned livestock held elsewhere in the area.  They were all good people, Churchy and deeply involved in the community.
	Catie laid down on her clothes, legs opened wide.  Rory stared at her nakedness--it didn’t take long for his cock to restrengthen itself.  “Holy shit!” he blurted out (again.)  he didn’t care.  His sister was hot!  True, she was a couple years younger and not really all that “hot” per se, but what the hell--she was naked!
	Rory received and accepted the command, “go down on her.” Rory was not an idiot and was actually quite wise to the whims of sexual depravity.  He had listened and learned from the news stories and stuff he had heard at school and elsewhere.  “going down” on a girl meant licking out her pussy--kinda like an ice cream!
	Rory had no problem with that--so much as she wouldn’t “pee” on him while he was noshing on her.  But then again, would THAT be so bad?
	The first flickings of Rory’s tongue DID excite the young teen.  She clenched up tight before calming herself.  Her mind blanked out and she spread her legs wider.  After the tongue she knew what was going to cum--er, come, er--cum.  A fleeting thought there was about having him put a rubber on, she had some--in her purse and backpack.  But those were in the house.
	No matter, as soon as Rory’s cock brushed against her cunny, she didn’t care.  Her legs opened even wider, her pussy was already “moist” at the expectancy of receiving cock.  Rory’s tongue had tongue had done an excellent job and Catie had no idea how much a tongue could tantalize!
	Before his cock brushed Catie’s cunt, though--Rory had been pressed upon tonguing Catie’s corn hole.  Well, he was “right there at it” seemed like an okay request to fulfill.  However, Rory realized that mookystinks were expelled from that “other” hole, that was gross!
	‘Just DO it!’ came the insistent Voice.
	‘Ok!’ replied a shrugging Rory and down he went, flicking his tongue to his sister’s asshole.
	Catie, too, hadn’t been so enthused about the tonguing of her hole, but she had heard the Voice give the insistent command and knew her brother was powerless not to comply.  Her body and ye her asshole clenched up tightly; it was an involuntary response and she was incapable of not doing so.

	There’s fucking and then there’s fucking.
	There’s making love, too.  Catie and Rory did a combo of both.  Catie’s hands fixed themselves to her brother’s firm ass.  She was complexed and vexed with thoughts of knowing that engaging in such a manner with her very own brother was wrong--really-really wrong.  But then again--it felt SOOOOOOOOO good!
	The initial penetration of her brother’s prong invading into her cunny was not too good--there were intense displeasures of his mighty beefsteak sliding into her.  Again, involuntary convulsions seethed through her young body.  The pain subsided but was uncomfortable for the first minute or two.
	“Oh shit!” then, “Oh shit!” then, “Oh sheee-it!” Rory expelled expletive after expletive as he began reaching that almost unobtainable goal of orgasm.
	Simple jerking off and bed humping was nothing like actual fucking.  He now had something to share with his friends--er, without actually telling them WHO he had gotten laid by.  But he was almost certain that a couple of his guy pals was banging their sisters, too.  And one guy he knew was banging the family livestock, mostly and mainly the prized sheep!
	The ordeal was incredible.  Words could not describe the fantastic sensations of pussy fucking.  Rory plowed his sister’s snatch box until he was well spent.  The sensations of their unionship, though, lingered long after.  Rory was tantalized once more when his super sized sensitive crown was pulled from Catie’s cunt.  A little more of his juices spilled and he virtually collapsed beside her.
	Catie’s mind was near blank.  She lay in a pool of sweat and mixed juices.  Her pussy was on fire, still, unquenched.  She lightly frigged herself and shuddered repeatedly.  Blankly she stared up to the dark gray timbers of the small tool shed.  “Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!” she breathed.
	The apex of her orgasm was diminishing and she sought sleep as her brother had (and did.)  Then, a form moved to mount her…