August Moone Sagas
Book 5
Absolution
Chapter 9
This Space 

Out of the Frying Pan…
	The glass in his foot was a bitch to get out, it left a major friggin gash, too.  Small pebbles and splinters also found his bare feet.  Sirens aplenty were rolling in.  Skyler knelt by the bushes at the curb edge to the high school’s private access street.  Beyond was the park.  The park ranger shone his light all about in a maddening attempt to find the perpetrator.
	A rock came to Skyler’s hand, a smooth creek/river stone.  He hefted it and gave it a mighty throw.  The rock sailed thru the air and smashed into the window of someone’s car.  The alarm sounded and the ranger flew to the sight.  Skyler flew around him, tumbling, fumbling, stumbling.  The fire engine and local constabulary were almost upon him, their lights flickering into the bleak night.  The high school crowd was on alert and Skyler frantically searched for his stuff.

	“Game over already, son?”
	“Yeah, dad.”
	An old movie flickered in black & white captivating his dad.  His mother had already gone to bed.  The hour wasn’t too late, but, the game at the school WAS over.  Limping, Skyler made for his room, shucked his clothes and then made for the bathroom.  His foot was in a bad way.  Could he tell his dad, his mom?  Should he?  It would open up a line of questioning he didn’t want to get into.
	He washed off his foot and soaked.  The cut was pretty deep and the whole area around the gouge was sore.  That would go without saying.  It didn’t look too bad after washing it, though; he applied a generous application of hydrogen peroxide and clenched as there was a bit of a sting to it.
	He applied gauze pad then limped to his bed.
	‘What a night.’ it hadn’t gone off quite as planned.  He sighed, he had retrieved his book bag and the all important Contraption.
	In the morning while dressing he discovered that his wallet was missing, along with his school ID.  That was bad.  Really-really bad and cause for great concern--if not worry.
	Quickly, limpingly, he mowed the front and back lawn, trimmed the bushes, carried out the trash, then fretted as his dad took the car on an errand of his own.  The family only had one vehicle.  Skyler had a bike, but it had not one but TWO flat tires.  He was used to walking, anyways.
	Shortly before noon he had completed his Saturday chores and quickly scampered off to school.  The “mishap” from the previous night did make some notable mention on the local news.  Skyler hurried his steps, exchanging his book bag to an older one, although he figured it didn’t matter--at night it was kinda difficult to tell the actual color of said bag.
	Cops and rangers were lingering at the student parking lot.  Skyler wasn’t sure if the SAME ranger was there or not, he assumed that he was.  This made it even worse.  He hung tight in the alley that emptied to the cross street from the side street to the school property.  No one was in the park, save for the cops and rangers.  He couldn’t just “wander” up to the park and be nonchalant.
	He waited.  And waited.  It began to heat up and he worried.  A news van showed up and Skyler fretted more.  He wished he had a pair of binoculars, to scan the cops and rangers and the park grounds for his wallet.  It was possible that it had been overlooked.  Possible.  But not likely.
	He was a dead duck.  He felt ill.  Maybe just maybe, though, he could talk his way out of it--with help of the Contraption?  Maybe.  Lots of people used the park.  He could say he had been there earlier, or that his wallet had been stolen while he was at the game.
	The latter sounded more plausible.
	Had the ranger gotten a good look at him?  
	One of the police cars left as did one of the ranger cars.  That left one of each still “at the scene.”  Two cops, one detective, two rangers.  One of the cops was a woman in a tight street outfit, black skirt, gray jacket, white blouse.  Long narrow jaw, a seriousness about her face, a face coiffed in a thick ultra curly-permed hairdo.
	She was shorter than the others but was clearly the “bitch in charge.”
	Skyler guesstimated the distance being--100 feet.  Or so.  That was pretty far.  For safety, HIS safety, he needed to be closer.  He knew he could wallop as many as a dozen minds at one time, but what about distance?
	No better time than the presence to find out!
	Sighting the bathrooms by the play area Skyler made for them, circumventing a near direct line-o’-sight with the pesky law enforcement.  Inside he took a long lingering pee, read a dirty limerick, then contemplated his fate.
	Zipping up and turning about he saw a pair of running shorts cast off on the kinda dirty floor.  A thought quickly filled his mind.  He wasn’t too keen on putting on someone else’s shorts, but, he needed a plan.  The shorts were dirty--er, had been dirtied in.
	Ewewewew
	But still, it was a part of his plan.  
	In the sink he washed the garment out.  There was no time to dry them, but in the 95 degree heat they wouldn’t by wet for very long.  Desperate people do crazy desperate things.  He put the wet washed out shit in running shorts on.  His clothes he wadded up and as he briefly took running steps felt the gushiness in the gauze pad about his foot “wound.”
	Not good.
	The pain was incredible.  But would dim in comparison to the “pain” inflicted to his asshole when locked up in the Big House and he had become Bubba Dawg’s “bitch.”
	The horrible thought prompted him to overlook his pain and scurry like a runner a little closer to the “crime scene.”
	He was noticed and waved off by one of the officers.
	Skyler halted immediately and looked as surprised as possible
	“Go around.” the officer said. 
	Skyler looked around in a confused state, the cops hadn’t put up the yellow tape indicating that the area was indeed a crime scene.  And oversight.  Skyler sidestepped to a park bench that was indeed a tad bit closer.  The cop watched him and then returned to the law enforcement pow-wow.
	Skyler sat on the bench opening his bag.  His foot hurt like hell and he knew it was bleeding.  But better his foot bleed than his asshole…

                                                           *
Merrier is More!
	It came to be so noted that he could fuck once an hour for every regular class time hour for the remainder of his schooling and he still wouldn’t have fucked all the bitches he wanted to fuck.  Of course, all the bitches he wanted to fuck were numerous--it included just about ALL the bitches.  From 9th grade to 12th.  The only exceptions were the dog-butt ugly ones, the really fat ones, and the Skanks.  
	He knew that to keep his dick healthy--other than wrapping it in rubber, was to be more selective.  He decided to keep to his “List”, his original list and stray to other girls every so often.  He was basically unstoppable.  Every girl, virtually every girl, he met and/or encountered he thought of her in her panties, swim wear, naked.  He thought of her sitting on the toilet, laying on her bed diddling herself, getting doinked by her boyfriend; farting, peeing, pooping.
	A month remained in the school year.  Time was incredibly short.  There were still members on his List.  Panties were still needed to be gotten.  Tammy, her friend Lee Anne, Leigh Anne Plough and her friend, Claudia.  There, too, was Julie, Leisha, Tonya, AnnaElyse, and another Leanne.
	The Contraption was working fine.  A mini cooling fan kept it cool when in operation--it had to run non-stop during when he did his thing with the Subject.  Each time he was discovering more and more of the device’s unique abilities--hidden abilities.  Most he really already knew but just hadn’t gotten to the point of testing the limits--fearing a irreversible shutdown.  And that would be bad.
	The day at the park he had determined that the distance from the park bench he sat on and the placement of the cops and park rangers was 45 feet.  No one else was about.  The humidity was on the rise, blood was soaking his sock and causing great anguish.  Two cops, a detective, two rangers.
	The Contraption came to life, the indicators indicated all was well.  A flipped switch to store reserve energy, another to hold Outgoing Energy to a maximum level and then…
	Release!
	And Zap!  
	Zap!  Zap!  Zap!  Zap!
	Skyler breathed hard and let out his breath--then scurried madly to the zapped group.  
	They were successfully under the command of the Contraption.  That was a good thing.  He checked them all, noted the woman and desired her right off.  But, priorities!  He searched the car(s) for his missing wallet and was greatly worried tenfold when he didn’t find it.
	Then, he noted the detective with a clipboard.
	Checking it he grew extremely panicked.  His name, address, and everything about him was written down.  Bad.  Definitely bad.  He felt ill.  Very ill.  His asshole clenched up tight and for a moment he didn’t know what to do.
	Where was his wallet, though?
	A bad thought came to him, the other cops who had left--where they on their way to his house?  He swallowed hard and instead of growing more frightened determined-- ‘well, if I’m going to go to jail without the possibility of ever getting any nookie (pussy) again…’ he looked strongly at the woman and moved her to one of the cars.
	Into the backseat he positioned her, pushed up her black skirt and then rolled down her pantyhose.  Red panties.  Sheer satiny red panties!  Nice!  He rolled them down, too.
	A nice dark brown furry poon pie greeted him.  He guessed her to be in her early thirties.  Very nice.  He figured it would be his last fuck.  He thought maybe--just maybe he might be able to use the Contraption to help out his situation--but he’d be on the run all the time, and his parents--what about his folks?
	This only prompted him to get more pissed off and he crawled onto top of the woman, sliding his wet red shorts down and stuffing the woman’s fuckable cunny.

	At the apex of “getting his nut” his hands roamed all over the woman, squeezing her twin bodacious tatas, running up and down her sides.  And it was while during so that he found something in the pocket of her tweed jacket.  His wallet!
	He continued getting his nut.  Thereafter he pulled the woman’s pantyhose completely off and removed her panties, wiped her pussy clean (for scent purposes to sniff later on) then returned her pantyhose back in order.
	The woman herself was put backing order, back to where she had been standing.  The clipboard he took, and after recalling a trick a tv detective used to see what was secretly written on pages beneath top pages, removed several underlining pages.
	But paranoia got to him and he removed ALL the pages.
	Then got nervous that that would create more problems--he replaced one layer.  He wanted to take the woman and doink her some more, even up the butt and especially in the mouth.  He wanted to tie her up and spank her silly, pee on her and shave her cunt!
	He didn’t, though, but it gave him a terrific hard-on.  He scampered away, slinking in the alley and “releasing” the Subjects.
	One cop and one of the rangers instantly vomited.  A lingering side effect of being under the influence of the Contraption.  The detective almost instantly realized she had been fucked.  She sorta freaked out about it and looked wildly about, yanking up her skirt and discovering her panties had been removed.  She was hysterical.
	The others didn’t know what to think, and called for backup.
	Skyler’s foot was bleeding big time and he boogied for home.

                                                     **

	His mom and dad were gone, but his mom’s sister was in the garage sorting thru junk for a yard sale and a church social craft fair.  Skyler acknowledged her and scurried into the bathroom, his foot was in a bad-bad way and he wondered if he should go see the school nurse come Monday morning, get a tetanus shot or something.
	But for the moment, he washed it and doused the wound in peroxide then wrapped it again.  He washed himself and found he still had a raging boner.  Lightly he worried still about the cops.  Had they come?  His aunt said his dad had gone to the hardware store, his mom to the grocery store.  No one “else” had come by.
	He changed clothes then made for the kitchen to snag a soda.
	He could see his aunt (Aunt Winnie) wiggling her fine tight ass as she pilfered about various boxes.  She was his mom’s age, a couple years older.  She had a fine-fine body, slender, and was a nice dish.  She usually wore jeans, slender body conforming jeans--you know the type.  Sometimes in the Summer or on special occasions she was found in a nice dress that was just as delicious.
	Skyler found himself slowly thinking of her--in a hot horny sexual way.
	Lightly he had always sorta-kinda wanted to shag her.  Inasmuch as those things he wished to do to the lady cop, to all the girls he knew (and didn’t) at his school--he wanted to do unto his Aunt Winnie.
	Whether she knew or not that he was in the kitchen watching her or not he didn’t know--she bent over rifling thru a box--her ultra fine deliciously tight ass pointed right at him.
	“Holy fuck!” he blurted aloud.
	Thankfully the kitchen door to the garage closed.
	Skyler zipped to his room and hauled out his cock for a quick jerk off.
	He was almost to cum when he saw the straps of his book bag under his bed.  The Contraption was contained within…
	A teen girl’s pussy (and asshole) were delightful sure, but his mother’s sister’s pussy was to the extreme.  He guessed that it was the simple fact that she was more experienced (and in need.)  Her hubby was in Europe, on business.  He was a salesman and ALWAYS gone.  Skyler had overheard his mother and aunt talking one time about her (Aunt Winnie’s) “needs.”  he figured the woman was desperate for dick.
	Skyler was only too happy to oblige.  Of course, it would be without the auntie knowing about it.  She was zapped by the Contraption and Skyler walked right up to her, hands on her hips and caressing her sides.  The garage door was wide open so anything further would have to be done elsewhere.
	“Elsewhere” was inside the house, on his bed.
	He didn’t know how much time he had but was overwhelmed with lust and didn’t care.  His mom was shopping for the night’s dinner and he knew her--she would wander up and down every isle and would take at least 2hrs to shop.  His dad was at the hardware store, he had friends there and would be gone also about 2hrs.
	Skyler had time.
	He stripped his aunt nude, taking a little time in doing so.  He wanted to munch her hairy cunt, spank her, pee on her, put his balls in her mouth, everything--but he firstly had to finish getting his rocks off.  This meant a quick mounting and penetration.
	He felt as if though his cock exploded as quickly as he did enter her.
	His cock remained stiff, though, so he pumped vigorously and achieved a second nut explosion that was lingering and extremely satisfying.  He languished on the woman, sucking her titties and emptying his mind of all else.

	Skyler gave his aunt another satisfying fuck before cleaning her up some and himself, then returning her to the garage where she had last been--to her recollection.  Just in time, too.  His dad drove up in the 1975 Country Squire ShitBox Special (with fake wood paneling.)  ten minutes later and his mother rolled up--driving her sister’s car.
	The auntie experienced only mild sickness, his dad escorted the woman inside to sit down and fetch her a cold brew.  Skyler curiously wondered if his dad would like to bone the woman, too?
	One thing of note, Skyler knew that his folks were going to be going thru the boxes of crap in the garage for the neighborhood block yard sale.  The family had been in the house all of Skyler’s life.  There had been boxes in the garage prior to the Zane’s moving in.	Skyler slipped some “bills” into some of the boxes known and not so known.  Stuffing the $$ into old jars, drill bit boxes, and old toys.  Some money was just stuffed into the box along with the clothes and household items therein.
	While his folks were in the house making sure of Winnie’s health, Skyler checked the boxes--and discovered missing funds.  He didn’t get it.  Surely his mother and dad would have made mention of the new found wealth.
	Unless…
	He looked to his aunt in the living room mopping her head and slurping a brewski.  “You fucking bitch!” he declared.  It made him mad and he was glad he doinked her.
	He still had “funds” left over from his bank business and replaced what was missing.  He made it a point to help out in the garage and keep an eye on Ms. Sticky Fingers.

***

Extra Curricular Activities 101
	High noon.  When most of the student body was making way to the cafeteria one student stole off to the upper grounds.  Driver’s Training, the Metal and Woodshop class buildings there; art annex, a pottery class, too.  Across there was the maintenance building and then the great auditorium where the choir and drama classes were.
	Every dutiful in spying on others who were possibly up to something, as well as on the look out for an opportunity to waylay some subject of the feminine type, Skyler followed.
	The Subject was not on his List, but she could be.  He knew her as Cynthia Reece.  She was Mexican-American and he couldn’t believe he hadn’t included her.  She was kinda stuck-up, though, unSocialable to those of the socially challenged.  Not overly friendly to lower ilk--like the category Skyler fell into.  He had known her since 3rd grade.
	Tight jeans, but not too tight, bell bottoms, too.  A frilly long sleeved pinkish top that was almost skin tight.  She sported a nice rack, very nice.  Creamy chocolate brown skin with jet black silk hair.  Skyler imagined her pubes were probably the same.  He desperately wanted to find out.
	But that task was left to someone else.
	Cynthia made for the rear door entrance to the drama/theatre.  Skyler had to think and act fast.  She lightly/politely pecked on the door and it opened.  It opened in a way that prevented Skyler from seeing who was there.  He made for a side entrance that was for regular classroom use in teaching social studies as well as driver’s education.
	It was lunch time, no one in attendance, and the door was open.
	Inside the class was not like other classes, it was theatre like.  It was where small plays and small assemblies were conducted.  On the other side of the partition was the larger auditorium.  And being so that the multi usue room was in the grand auditorium, it was easily connected to the drama and choir club(s) and all the theatrical rooms.  Skyler made for the stage and slipped easily into the darkness behind all the curtains.
	He listened intently for voices.
	Hearing nothing he moved on virtually crawling about on all fours until coming to the other side of the partition whereas he was in the area of the grand auditorium.  He heard what sounded like muffled sounds.  They seemed strangely familiar.  He scurried along like a mouse, or rat.  He came to the offices of the instructors for the various classes taught in the auditorium and saw one room occupied.  Mr. Henesey’s.
	Bins and bins of stage clothing easily hid/concealed Skyler as he got closer and closer.  Leaning against a work table was the lovely Cynthia Reece.  She was being embraced greatly by the overwhelmingly tall instructor of the Choir Mr. Henesey.  Cynthia was toying with his cock!  The man was strange, everyone knew it and most thought he was gay.  He was slender, tall, wore a beard and would fit perfectly in the middle ages or on one of Shakespeare’s plays.  He had the beard and hair and poise.  He DID act in a few of the school’s plays, among other things.
	But he mannerisms depicted him as one who was gay.  He didn’t wear a wedding ring, but had an earring instead.  He had an odd laugh and just acted gay!  But maybe--just maybe that was it--an act.
	Out of his raven black pants was his rigid manly hot hard cock.  Cynthia moved her delicate hand up and down the monstrous shaft Skyler guesstimated to be 7 inches at least.  At least!  
	The man moved his hands up and down Cynthia’s back and tilted his head down, kissing the teenager!  Cynthia didn’t seemed too opposed.  She stopped masturbating him and embraced him and they smooched for several minutes.
	Then, Henesey moved down, undoing Cynthia’s pink blouse.
	The girl herself undone her jeans, but the instructor tugged them down.  Nice turquoise undies, hi-cut bikini style.  They were tugged down along with her panties.  Cynthia slipped off her blouse and undone her bra while Mr. H unhitched his black pants and slid out of his underwear.  He wore a sparkly vest and removed it.  Cynthia undone the jillions of buttons to his frilly white theatrical shirt.  The shirt remained on, but that was all.
	He went at the girl, stuffing her pussy with no foreplay.  They kissed while fucking.  Skyler guessed they were short on time, too; foreplay was secondary.  Skyler figured (if not assumed) that there were students and teachers “hooking” up.  He wondered what teacher and what student, though.  Fondling himself and the Contraption concealed in his book bag, he wished above all other abilities the invented gadget possessed, he wished he could be rendered invisible. That would be so cool!
	After a good three minutes of serious cunt pounding, Mr. Henesey’s cock unload liquid love.  He moaned, she groaned.  Henesey continued to pump, Cynthia was drained and remained against the desk/table, eyes closed, sweating.
	The teacher finally withdrew and stood back fondling his member.  He gazed over the lovely young sixteen year, smiling and drinking her in.  Cynthia smiled, too.  She had a nice round face, a delicious smile and friendly giggle.  Henesy leaned against her and fondled her breasts, tweaking the nipples and then proceeding to suckle said nipples.  Ah!  The foreplay!
	The man soon heft the young teen up onto the work table, spreading her legs.  The girl fingered herself and the man, despite having just shot his wad into her, licked her out!
	Skyler’s cock was just about to its limit.
	Soon Cynthia’s lovely brown stems were up along the slenderly built somewhat chiseled frame of Henesy, his lengthy prong once more sliding in and out of the teen’s twat.  
	For whatever reason unknown to Skyler, he left.  He scurried out the way he came.  At the small cement stair landing of the side entrance he leaned against the closed door almost to the point of whipping his dick out and jerking off.
	He made it to the rear of the building and then off to the maintenance buildings and sulked there before hauling out his dong and getting friendly with it.  He needed poon.  He needed to seriously to scrog something--someone.
	It was then he realized-- ‘why didn’t you stun Henesey and Cynthia and take a turn at Cynthia!’
	He didn’t know, he didn’t really have an answer for that.  He hoped not to repeat the oversight.  He didn’t want to simply jerk off and cum, that’d be a waste.  
	After bringing his cock to a substantial point of satisfaction he zipped up and proceeded to make for the snack bar to settle himself.  But instead, saw to Subjects who WERE on his List.  Leigh Anne and her bosom buddy, Claudia.   Hmmm  (and just in time!)
	They were making for the back entrance of the auditorium.
	Were they ALSO on Mr. Henesey’s List?
	It seemed unlikely.  Cynthia wasn’t a member of either the Choir of theatre/drama club.  Leigh Anne and Claudia were in the choir.  They walked slowly, Leigh Anne in a rose-pink top, slouched shoulders, shuffling along in popular bell bottom pants.  Her breasts bounced and just were delightful to the hand--er, eye.
	As they passed the cars used for driver training, Skyler zapped them.  	Seemed the thing to do.

	On a golf cart seat in the maintenance building sixteen year old Leigh Anne Plough was laid to rest, her short sleeved flowery almost Hawaiian-like shirt off along with her bra, on the cracked floor of the secluded shed.  Sitting against the defunct golf cart was the best friend of Leigh Anne, dazed, confused and “asleep.”  Skyler would deal with her later, after.
	Leigh Anne wore roughed up tennis shoes.  No socks.  After making a security check he undone the Navy dungarees and pulled them off.  A nice pair of lavender undies awaited him, they snugged her body nicely and Skyler admired them--before pulling them down.
	For a moment or two (or three) he took his time though he didn’t really have it to spare.  He lingered, staring/admiring the snatch of delight before him.  Licking his lips he somehow managed to stave off his cock from thrusting madly.  The time would cum.
	He noshed.  There was the slightest scent of urine, but he licked the snatch lips and nip the “bud.”  opening the “lips” he peered inward and was amazed, it was interesting, intriguing--though lo did he have know idea what he was looking at.
	Down came his own pants and underwear, then he did so infacto mount the classmate and glide his prick into her.  It was glorious!  Glorious!  The sensations lingered in his loins for a long time, tantalizing his cock and his slapping balls.
	When after a few minutes he did cum, his thoughts were muddled.  His cock remained nestled nicely in her young poon, still jutting some.  There was the mess of breaking her hymen to contend with, but that was a part of the deflowering.
	Afterwards, after some minutes to recover and regain suitable strength, he sat back.  An old rag he used to cleanse the fresh fucked cunny.  She was going to freak out when she found out.  And for some reason, he couldn’t put his finger on it--his cock yes, but not his finger.  She was different.  Leigh Anne was different.  He couldn’t explain it, not to himself.  Different--how?  
	Skyler basic assumed that since he had banged her, subsequently conquering her, she was less.  Less what? He didn’t know.  She was still basically the same person, just no longer a virgin.  
	He suckled on her titties and diddled her pussy.  There was some reaction from her, but she was still zapped.  There was a slight desire to spank her.  To tie her up and really have a go at her ass, with his hand and his cock.
	He thought of Allison, the little wench from the alley.  There were other girls, too, all young.  The desire to see them naked, peeing, farting, bending over spreading the cheeks, bobbing on his nob, everything.  With the Contraption he knew he could be a very dangerous individual, a monster.
	Leigh Anne was moved to the ground and her friend onto the cart’s seat.  Claudia wore yellow undies with yellow daises.  Her muffin was equally nice but not virginal!  He licked on the girl’s poon, it was musty and there was a “skid mark” in her undies, too.  Skyler tucked the girls’ garments into his bag and then mounted Claudia.  He wished, other than having the invisibility ability, that he could “question” the mind of a Subject and discover hidden secrets.
	Despite being non-virginal, Claudia was still fairly tight.  His cock was in some distress but felt pretty good inside of Claudia’s cunt.  He suckled on her titties and plowed her poon to his delight.

                                                      *

	As the Subjects on his List got shorter, more “possible” there came to be.  He had to curb himself, lest his dick actually get him in to trouble he couldn’t get the fuck out of.  That would be bad--very bad.
	Every girl was a possible.  A possibility.  There, too, were other possible.  Mark, for instance.  His best male friend.  Occasionally he still waylaid Mark, stripping him down and dogging him in the ass, sucking him and placing his balls into the boy’s mouth.  He wished only that Mark could suck back.
	Mark was the only “boy”.  Skyler wasn’t comfortable shagging any other boy holes.  (didn’t stop him from looking, though; he wasn’t interested in boys his age or older, younger boys--freshman boys.  He also had stray sexual thoughts of junior high boys, and elementary boys.  A strange yearning began to seethe within.  He kept it buried deep and continued with completing his List.
	The day of Retribution was at hand--the dreaded Finals Week had come.  It left little time for congenial socializing or anything else.  He was borderline as it was for passing onto the next grade.
	Besides, his cock needed a rest anyways…

	The use of the family car wasn’t his exclusively, just so often.  He had a job lined up for the summer, and with a visit to some other banks he hoped to fatten his personal private account and by the start of the new school semester--he would have wheels of his own.
	Sooooo, one day he was disenchanted about his recent Finals in History.  He knew he had failed it.  There was the distinct possibility of having to go thru Summer school if he wanted to become a Junior.  It sucked.  Big time.  Summer school would cut into his job at the market, stock boy.  “Shit!”  “Piss!”  “Fuck!”  “Crap!” he bitched, kicking rocks and cans as he made his way down an alley.  He didn’t even stop at his favorite watering hole.  He needed to get home and do some chores and study for the morrow’s final in English.
	“Hey!” called out a voice.
	He turned his attention to the voice.  A small hand waved to him from the coverage of ivy at the sound/privacy wall of the alley.  It had been awhile since he had seen the girl, Allison.
	She didn’t seem to pissed off (anymore.)  She fingered him to come to her and somewhat timidly he did.  He followed the girl thru the hole in the wall back into her playhouse.
	“What’s up?” Skyler asked.  He was apprehensive and expected some big gorilla to come busting out of nowhere and pulverizing him.  Allison had on yellow knit shorts, no undies.  A matching yellow top that was kinda dirty with a big duckie emblazoned on the front.
	“I want you to do something for me.” the little girl said.
	“Uhmmmm, okay.” Skyler shrugged.
	“There’s this girl, I want you to fuck her up.”
	Skyler stared at the young girl.  “Oh?”
	“Yep, do her like you done me.”
	Skyler gulped, he still felt bad about it and then realized this was sort of like being blackmailed.  The little bitch! 
	“Her name’s Gabby.”
	“Why do you want me to--to--do her?”
	“’cause I hate her.”
	Hmmmm, good enough reason!

	Penelope Penwright.  A precocious little girl who was new to the area from the City.  She was Allison’s age, had a tad bit more charm, and was a so-so friend.  (Well, she WAS a friend until she took Allison boyfriend.)
	Boyfriend?  Little “young” for having boyfriends…
	A slight rivalry had sprung up between the two--only the precocious Penwright was unaware of it.  She was more popular than Allison, more friendly and outgoing and got more attention.  Having her own cell phone, real jewelry, designer clothes and driven to the school in a limo just might have something to it…
	Just might.
	The boyfriend stealing, though, that was the topper.  Allison was a little jealous of Penny before, but--taking the charming Zack Hallihahn was the final straw.  
	Penelope Penwright lived actually close by, in a 2-story home, with a butler and maid service.  Not really that unusual, but normally children of fine homes with maid and butler service had their children attend a private school.
	Penny wanted to try out public school, she was sick of the phoniness experienced in her last school in the big City.  She herself, though, continued with her pretentious attitude and social standing.
	Allison invited the boy stealer over.  The two would circumvent the house and go directly out to the playhouse.  Allison’s mother was friendly with “Prince Valium” and was zonked out to the world.  Once at the playhouse, or in it, “SHOW TIME!”

	Penny Penwright was a pretty girl.  She had a lot going for her.  Silky dark hair in twin braided pigtails, a very happy child, happy-go-lucky, slightly snobbish but willing to degrade herself to Allison’s level…
	There was no time to dwaddle or waste.  As soon as the girls rounded the house and came to the playhouse at a slight run, Skyler zapped the Intended.  She stopped dead in her tracks.  With the new enhancements to the Contraption, time to see if they would actually work.  So as not to overly frighten or give concern for worry to Allison, Skyler had Penny “walk” to the playhouse somewhat acting herself.
	Thereafter he appeared out of the shadows and secured the Target, securing her hands, then her mouth and eyes.  He warned Allison to be quiet so as not to give herself away.
	Penny was “released” and immediately realized she was in some trouble.  Some.  Skyler quickly smacked her ass to bring her under attention.  He then laid her up against the still cushionless sofa, pinning her down.	 Then, he walloped her ass.  She wore tight fitting green jeans.  Skyler pulled the matching light green top up and smoothed his hand over her backside and then slipped fingers inside her jeans, touching the beginning of the crack.
	Penny wasn’t amused.
	Penny fussed and wriggled, but was secured securely and held down.  Skyler fumbled about undoing the girl’s jeans and tugged them down.  Matching green tinted cotton panties, kiddie style.  He squeezed the cheeks and looked to Allison.  Allison nodded and was giddy.  
	Skyler smacked the precocious girl’s ass and then Allison took her turn.  Skyler tugged the green tinted panties down and Allison grinned big.  Penny fussed and tried her best to wriggle away--but was held fast and smacked harder.
	Allison took her turn again.  She squealed with delight and seemed to take some pleasure in the deed.  Skyler lowered the panties all the way down, spread the girl’s cheeks and began an earnest deed of finger fucking her hole.
	Penny was not amused and totally freaked-flipped the fuck out.
	But was held fast continuously and in no position to wriggle free.
	After some horrendous ass busting, to the point whereas the little girl’s ass was tomato red, she was wrestled into a new position; on the non-cushioned sofa whereas she was held by Allison.  Allison held Penny’s ankles together, they were bound/tangled by Penny’s undies.  Skyler went down on the unfortunate boy stealer, driving his tongue into her frantic cunny--a finger plunging deftly up into her corn hole.
	“Fuck her!” squealed out Allison.  And as soon as she did she realized a mistake.  She clasped her hands over her mouth and looked horrified.  But not too worry (much), Penny was in too much distress to recognize Allison’s voice.
	Skyler stood and stripped down his clothes.  Allison eyed his one-eye monster.  Skyler stroked it and eyed Penny’s poon.  Her panties he removed, spreading her legs wide and gliding his cock against her.  The child went wild knowing what was happening to her.
	Skyler smacked her ass and drove his prick into her cunny.

*

Finishing Moves
	Leisha Miers and Tonya Seberrean were chanced upon, in the library.  Posted outside at the doors was an armed security guard.  At the doors to the building itself, armed security guards.  Bathrooms and virtually anyplace in any building having a “door” had a guard.
	The “sumps” were being patrolled, too.
	The school was in lockdown--no one--no one left and barely was anyone allowed ON after classes began.  It was Finals week and the disruption to the curriculum would be too great--almost overwhelming the sexual depravity done unto the female students.
	It didn’t stop the sexual depraved individual conducting the overwhelming depravity to those students, though.
	Paranoia, though, kept him glued to his seat for half an hour, wasting valuable time.  Leisha and Tonya were on his List, he wanted them badly.  As badly as those before them and those still remaining.  Two days left in the school year-session.		
	(Forrest so noted that he didn’t finish up his story about Allison and Penny…)  maybe later?
	A guard wandered in and roamed the great library interior, then strolled back out.  There were two entrances to the library--one at each end emptying into the hall.  There was a great study area of round social tables and conference tables.  The area where the books were kept was semi secluded, walled off by a four and five foot wall of reference books and supplies.
	When the guard had left for the second time, Skyler eased up and made for the area of reference that was against the wall with no doors.  A bank of windows like from the A/V room emptied out to a grassy area twelve feet wide, one hundred feet long.  It was so for each building and annex.
	No one was in the grassy area.  A six foot bookcase housing mismatched encyclopedias was positioned in the “corner”.  Moving it just a bit and Skyler could slip into the area of where all the regular books were.
	Half a class of students were in the study area.  Only Leisha and Tonya were in the book area--three rows away, mid section.  It would be a big risk, Skyler had been taking big risks of late.  One more couldn’t hurt!
	In the 800 section the Subjects were, Literature & Rhetoric.  Skyler peered thru to them from the mid section of the 500 section, Mathematics.  Scooting some books to one side and getting a line-of-sight, he zapped them.
	The girls stood at the 814 area of Literature, Essays.  Both appeared “stunned.”  He moved to them and thought he saw Leisha blink.  She was tall, skinny, moderately pleasing to the eyes (and cock.)  tight clothes she wore, jeans and/or dresses.  Long super fine light brown hair.  Lovely, simply fucking lovely brown eyes.  Her face was even long and narrow.
	He brushed against the two as if he were searching for a book himself.  Neither girl did anything or said anything.  He farted.  Then bumped into Tonya and copped a feel of her ass.
	Absolutely nothing.
	Whew!
	He then quickly and riskingly unzipped Tonya’s brown cords and pushed them down.  Pink underwear.  Nice.  Real nice.  He had a collection of panties of virtually every girl he had zapped.  But times were risky and there was a security issue--to get Tonya (and Leisha’s) undies, he’d have to take their pants off totally.  That required more work than he was willing to get into.
	He laid Tonya down, though, and pulled her pants off, then her panties.  On her he laid and inserted his prick.  Her poon snugged his cock and he pumped her quickly.
	Then, right at the point of exploding, a book in Leisha’s hands fell.
	The book hit Tonya’s ankle.  Skyler had the girl’s shirt up and titties exposed, sucking them as he plowed her furiously.  Tonya’s eyes fluttered and she shook her head violently.
	Skyler sat up in a dire panic and saw that the book had also hit the Contraption.
	Ut-oh.
	Leisha suddenly began retching, a side-effect of being under the influence of the Contraption.  (of HAVING been under the influence…)  A great uproar of students out in the study there came to be, drowning out the huge heavy door of the library opening/closing.  
	Tonya, too, began to thrash her pretty head and show signs of retching, and waking up.  Leisha flung her head about and let out a horrific scream.
	A big man loomed up over the four feet bookcase wall.  He tried to clear it but his size 14 shoes clipped the fancy curved outer edge, sending him toppling into the book area, his chin connecting hard with the linoleum floor and splitting the chin.
	Skyler had no time.  He barely managed to get his clothes up, grab his bag and Contraption and scurry away.  To his luck there was another “exist” at his disposal.  It had been at one time a place whereas an air conditioner was to be inserted but never was.  It was boarded up and blocked by a case of books.  Not anymore.  Skyler quickly moved it and further to his good luck someone in a panic pulled the fire alarm.  Good timing.
	Skyler stuffed the Contraption into his book bag.  It went off.  
	Leisha was bent over vomiting.  By her was the freaking out Tonya and her pink undies.  The guard who had tripped was unconscious.  Others were coming, though.  But there was chaos in the ranks as students fled the room.  Skyler re-zapped Leisha and Tonya, grabbed Tonya’s panties and grabbed Leisha, too.

	Chaos reigned supreme.  Students were everywhere--some thought a fire, others thought another sexual assault.  Sirens were wailing from the nearby fire station.  Students ran for their cars, despite the security presence forbidding them to do so.  Chaos.  
	During which Skyler kicked the boarded area the a/c unit was supposed to be and pulled Leisha outside into the grassy area.  Lining the building were bushes, shrubs, box hedges.  He moved Leisha up towards the annex alley but remained against the library building and hidden in the shrubs.
	He let out a long breath.  That was too close.  Too close.
	But he could at least scratch Tonya off his List…

	Leisha moaned and wriggled underneath him as he made her.  His cock was in serious overload, beleaguered with sheer excitement of nearly being caught/busted and the flight and the return to narly business.
	He gave the girl a good doinking, a titty suck, then turned her naked body over and laid his aching prick into the crack of her ass.  It wasn’t stiff enough to penetrate her tight sphincter muscle, but it felt good to lay there.
	He left Leisha where she lay, butt naked, minus her panties, virginity, and mind.  Students and faculty had assembled and disassembled and reassembled all over the place.  Fire trucks, police, ambulances, and good ole National Guard were swarming the place.  Skyler moved up to the boy’s gym and was caught entering by a coach.
	“What the fuck are you doing?” he bellowed.
	“My stuff is in my locker!” Skyler quickly replied.
	“Git yer frigging ass back in line!” bitched the coach.
	“Okay, okay, don’t get your panties in a twist!”

School’s Out Forever!
	School was closed.  Not to reopen for any reason (until the culprit(s) were caught/apprehended.  No summer school.  No Final Day of Finals.  For those students who needed to take the Final day of Finals, they had to go to the local junior college, under guard.
	The town of Town was in chaos--uproar.  Martial Law had been enacted and no one was coming in or going out--and those already in were to stay put inside their homes unless absolutely necessary.  Law Enforcement was brought in from outlaying areas (not effected by the sudden rashness of sexual deviancy.)
	It was well assumed that whoever the culprit(s)/suspect(s) were they were indeed armed with a Mental Blocker, a Mind Alternating Device only the Government and/or Military was supposed to have.
	Victims were interviewed extensively--after they had finished puking.
	If they remembered anything pertinent or worthy, it wasn’t being let out to the general public.  It was safe to assume that the perpetrator was most likely a student of the high school or a former student with an axe to grind against the girls who had been victimized.  That helped--for Skyler, it meant the investigation was leaning towards past students--boys who had been shot down by the Victims, or kicked out of school, teased, and etc.
	There were still some girls on his List--but, he would have to wait and hope they didn’t move away.

*

	It got a little tense with the Martial Law, there were investigators who came around--to Skyler’s home and where he worked.  But ALL boys who attended the high school were being investigated--seeing if they (the boys) knew the Victims.  Skyler did.  But so did many boys.  A commonality was being sought.  Mostly it was figured, though, that the Victims had been victimized because they ditched the Perp, and it was assumed that there was only one.  The Perp must be a boy who was not handsome, not popular, and had no girlfriend ‘cept his hand.
	Skyler put on his best “who me?” face and attitude.  He wasn’t arrested the three times he was interviewed, so he figured he passed.  For safety’s sake, he hid the Contraption (and his collection of panties) in a secure place.  The Contraption (and his cock) needed the rest.  He made it to junior grade and therefore didn’t need summer school.
	He went to work and bought his first car, a slight fixer upper but it was a “hot” car, mag wheels, scoop hood, powerful sounding engine, good body style.  It needed TLC of course but Skyler was cool with that.
	One night while he was sleeping deeply--he was suddenly awakened.  Pains ravaged his body, undue pains almost causing great alarm.  He was covered in sweat and found that his joints from shoulders to toes were in great agony.
	By morning his fingers had all swelled.
	Looking in the mirror he saw someone not himself.  He looked strange, harrowed eyes, wrinkles!  His hair was bushier and by all accounts, he appeared “older!”
	After a hot-hot shower he did feel better.  AND look better.  Checking the mirror again he found he was no longer an oldster.  He went on to work in a stupor, confused and a little worried.  What was happening to him?
	He deduced that it was from the Contraption.
	He searched the library (the one down town) and the Internet; trying to uncover “side effects” from the various known and not so known Devices, Gadgets, Contraptions and all other Mind Altering objects.
	He found endless “pages” of information.  Boring stuff that did little to enlighten him.  He went away not knowing more than he knew.  Only to suffice that the prolonged-overuse of the Contraption did have some sort of aging process.  All the processors and electrical components held so close to the body during operation was the likely culprit.
	He worried and wondered if the “effects” would be permanent.

****
Extra Activities
	The one on the phone finally concluded her call but remained lingering, thinking of someone else to call.  The girl’s siblings were still jostling one another with the boy very nearly shitting his pants with the effort to fart.
	The mother slapped her hands to scold her children, and to beckon the eldest to come hither.  They were ushered into the large room where no one had showed for the puppet auditions.  Forrest tugged at his chin…
	Skyler was game.  He was back to his self but Forrest noted a bit of slurred speech and one eye glazed over.  He wasn’t himself.  But he was game just the same.  
	The Contraption had been put away for quite some time, only recently being brought out to be tweaked on.  Skyler mostly did so so as to see if he could learn why it was effecting him so adversely.  In the time he had had it back into functioning mode, he hadn’t learned anything more.
	He was leery of its use, but not unwilling.
	Forrest was curious of its use, too.
	The Gonsons, the mommy who resembled a homemaker diva on television and her three kids, were to find out first hand about the Contraption.  Forrest and Skyler remained cautious, they were still in some public atmosphere.  Where the church’s pastor had gone was not known.  The girls in the cafeteria continued making their pizzas.  
	Skyler made good with the Contraption.  Forrest did indeed see the Gonson family “zapped.”  they were all stunned (into submission.)  But with the new enhancements to the Contraption, they were capable of receiving input commands and following thru.  There was a variable, too; in that those affected had various levels of understanding, or awareness.
	Inside the end classroom of building “A” it was larger than most, spanning the whole 30 foot width.  It was for seriously young children for Sunday schooling.  Small desks and chairs and tables.  Kiddie stuff in the manner of supplies and teaching aids.
	Forrest quickly checked the other door, locked it and gave the room a once over.  Skyler had sat on one of the larger instructional/social tables.  The Gonsons were all zapped to the point of where they could only follow thru with suggested commands.  Nothing more.  Forrest checked the door they had come in from the open court, he brought in the sign about the puppet meeting.
	Skyler didn’t look well.  He was pasty.  He seemed to have labored breathing and appeared to be in some pain.  The Gonson family remained held in the Contraption’s hold.  
	The youngest Gonson; a long haired blond who very muchly resembled her older sister who in turn resembled her mother.  The likeness was incredible.  Soft features the young one had, her hair hanging partially over one side of her face.  She was flat chested, in a short beige denim skirt, green top.  She was cute--damn cute.
	Not to say that her older sib didn’t have something going for her, either--she did.  Mostly she was a midlevel teen--with a chest!  She was just a normal teen, good posture and poise and fuckable--very fucking fuckable.
	The boy wasn’t a bad looking fart, either!
	Forrest was about to close the door when a man appeared at the corner from the overflow parking lot, coming quickly up the stairs.  He carried a small bag and a carrying case that would normally contain a video camera plus components.
	It did.
	The man was in his late 30s, rugged looking, stern, friendly enough smile, but way-way too serious.  And a deacon of the church.
	Forrest looked to Skyler who aged from 16 yrs to as much as 80 before his eyes--then back to 16.  He seemed very haggard.  
	“We got company.” Forrest said.  There was the easy way to deal with it and there was the hard way.  Skyler seemed to have control of himself and came to the door.  The approaching man scampered quickly and then…

	He was the daddy to Katey-15, Kellie-10, and Kevin-12.  He shook off the first “zap” to his mind, it sent him near toppling, he dropped the bag containing the video camera.  Skyler zapped him again and he was held.  
	Forrest retrieved the camera and shut the door, locking it.  Phil stood inside next to his wife.  Skyler’s aging problem seemed to be under control, for the moment.  He downed some water and waited politely for Forrest to do something.
	He did.  He got naked.
	Skyler was cool with that.  He stripped, too.
	Forrest stepped up to the young Gonson, pressing his cock against her face and forcing the head of his shaft into her sweet innocent mouth.  Skyler masturbated and watched.

	Skyler went to Katey, lifted her shirt and went for the lovely tatas.  His cock was rock hard and taking the girl’s hand had her stroke his member.  Forrest was thinking, tugging down Kellie’s panties and checking the status of her virginity.
	Skyler was working Kellie’s panties down when a knock to the door interrupted him.
	“Patty, you in there?” came a man’s voice.
	The doorknob was worked and more earnest tapping came rasping.
	Eyeing the Contraption, Forrest conveyed to his new young friend a message.  The message was received and Forrest opened the heavy iron green door--quickly.
	The man at the door was alone, he was startled, and he was the senior pastor for the church.  Skyler zapped him before he knew what was what.  Forrest scurried him inside then re-shut the door and locked it.
	A moment was needed for the two of them to think.
	Timing.  Timing and “placement.”  this wasn’t the time or the place to be instituting debauchery.  Not for the religious reasonings but there would be people looking for the puppet room, possibly.  There would be people looking for the pastor--definitely.
	Sighting in on the video camera Forrest took it and closely examined it.
	“What?” asked Skyler.
	“Let’s kick this up a notch.” Forrest said with an evil wicked smile.
	Skyler was game.  (he was still hard, too.)

                                                        *

Descent into Horror & Madness
	The Horror
	 Phil “awoke” firstly.  A nasty-nasty taste was in his mouth, his vision was blurred and he felt very sea sick.  Every fiber of his being seemed on fire.  Confused reigned in his mind for several minutes, but slowly eased and he was able to see what could only be described as horror.
	It segued to extreme confusion, but then again--there was a lot of sexual depravity going around.  He was still clothed, but his wife of 20 years was not.  Nor were his children, Katey, Kellie, and Kevin.  And there, too, was Pastor Rick, the senior pastor of their church.  (he was still clothed, too.)
	The adults, the afore mentioned, were dizzy and struggled to fight off whatever they had been doped with.  Pattie (Patsy) Gonson lay sprawled naked on a kid size table that was low to the ground.  She was secured to the shortened steel legs of the conference/social table, spread out spread eagle butt bare assed naked.
	Around her neck was something like a dog collar.
	The children were huddled standing together, all naked.  Trembling and slightly whimpering in confusion with the all knowing that they had just become “statistics” in the every popular debauchery seething the land.
	“Resistance is futile.” spoke a voice.  Phil thought he could see two others in the semi darkened room.  He wasn’t sure, there was no real clarity.  The voice was adult, male, serious and deep.  Anything more would be just a guess.
	“You will comply with given commands at all times.” the Voice continued.  “Failure to do so will result…” he didn’t finish but suddenly Patti on the table began to freak out.  She twisted and wrenched in her bindings which appeared to be bungee cords and bits of clothing.  Phil could see what appeared to be electrical arching about her neck.  The dog collar was just that, a collar used to train dogs to obey and not to leave the boundary their master had set for them.
	It was insanity!
	Phil tried to speak but didn’t seem to have the ability to do so.
	Phil and Pastor Rick were in adult sized hard resin plastic chairs.
	Katey Gonson was given a command.  She clung to her siblings and looked shocked--if not horrified.  Her dear mother on the table once more freaked out in extreme anguish.  Katey bawled and wept and dropped her shoulders--relenting to the horrible command given to her.
	She was naked.
	Phil gulped.  Pastor Rick sweated.  The men watched as the lovely fifteen year old stepped away from her siblings and lay out on the soft green carpet--opening her legs and “pleasing” herself.  She was horribly frightened, a little scared, a lot pissed off.  Her legs were opened to her father and pastor.
	Both men looked and then looked away.
	But there came a gruff voice telling them to “look” or else.
	Pattie on the table freaked out again and the two men well enough understood the consequences.  They looked, watching as Katey frigged herself.
	Then, a command was issued to the boy, twelve year old Kevin.
	The pre-teen had a raging boner going, he was deeply embarrassed and afraid.  But not wanting to see his mother in any further anguish quickly complied with the command given to him.  He straddled his sister’s face on the carpet and “went down on her.”
	Katey partook of her brother’s balls and sucked on his shaft.  Her hands trembled and clutched to his soft supple ass; the boy tongue lashed his sister’s furry snatch and got even stiffer in his erection.
Madness
	Little Kellie clung to herself, bawling, stamping her feet, biting her lips and in total horror.  It was only to get worse.  Much worse.  While her siblings continued to 69 on the floor, Kellie was instructed to go to her dad.
	Phil scooted about in his chair, he wanted to break it.
	“Cease you actions.” came a harsh voice, “If you continue you wife will suffer the ultimate consequence.”
	Phil understood, but he couldn’t help it, it was a natural instinct to fight for his family.  Being powerless like he was caused him great grief.  He tried not to look at his son and daughter on the floor--but then he had to look at his approaching naked daughter, Kellie.
	The ten year old approached, crying and being very frightened.
	The girl was commanded to stand with her legs open some--and then to begin fingering herself.  The two on the floor had been given new commands; Kevin up on his knees with sister Katey on hers.  Then, the girl addressed her brother’s dong, cupped his slightly furry balls and began sucking his dick.
	Pastor Rick was appalled and displayed such.
	It was seen, though, that Katey seemed to have the nifty ability of cocksucking.  She didn’t retch or gag or make any other displeasing faces for a “first timer.”  
	“Have you SUCKED a cock before?” asked the Voice.
	Katey wasn’t about to answer.
	“If you’ve sucked a cock before, I’ll let you stop sucking your brother.”
	Katey had to decide.  She clenched and pulled back from her brother’s prick.  She was upset, frightened, and stared at the smooth hairless chest of Kevin.
	“You’ve sucked a cock before?” repeated the Voice.
	Katey nodded, but in such a way as it was almost undetectable.
	“ANSWER!” 
	“YES!  YES God damn it!”
	A hush fell over the group.
	“Recently?” asked the Voice more calmer.
	Katey, now fully enraged, nodded--more decisively this time.
	“Who?”
	Katey didn’t want to answer and was in a huff about it.  She didn’t want to admit it not just because her parents and pastor and siblings were present, she didn’t want anyone to know.
	“Tell me.” said the Voice getting a little annoyed at the delay.
	“My-my boyfriend.”
	“Your boyfriend?” smiled the unSeen Voice.  “Boy got a name?”
	“Jerrod.  I mean--”  she gasped at the faux pas, placing her hands over her mouth.  Jerrod was NOT her boyfriend but her boyfriend’s twelve year old brother.
	She looked quickly to her father, he wasn’t amused and glared at her.  She was in some kind of trouble--after.

Horror Madness  Insanity
	Pastor Rick took a turn and squirming in his chair as the lovely naked teenage Katey approached.  He sweated profusely and gulped for air and/or water.  He mumbled and spat out bible scriptures one after the other.
	Both Gonson girls were cute.  Damn cute.  Too cute.  They were on their knees, Kellie before her dad and Katey before the pastor.
	“Take their pants down.  Underwear, too.” 
	Neither girl reacted well to the newest command.  There was absolutely no fucking way--of which Katey exclaimed aloud, too.
	Kellie cringed to the floor at her father’s feet.  The pastor continued to mumble and spat out bible versus.  Kevin begged on his knees, his cock still mightily hard.  Patty on the table freaked out until she lay still.
	“You mother will not be able to withstand another “treatment.”  I suggest to comply.”
	Surprisingly it was Kellie who managed to find some strength and gathered herself.  Weeping and blubbering she sat up on her knees, looked pitifully to her father and with trembling fingers undone his jeans.
	Holding her breath, the girl closed her eyes and she peeled the man jeans down, taking his underwear down as well.
	Phil’s daddy cock was partially engorged.  The man was quite upset, shedding tears and continuing to wriggle.
	Kellie managed her daddy’s clothes to his ankles and sat on her knees, eyes fully locked on the massive schlong before her.
	Katey hadn’t moved.
	Phil and the others saw what could only be described as a gaseous cloud moving.  It hovered at the table where Patsy had yet to move.  It couldn’t be clear for certain if the woman was even still alive.  Then, the “gas cloud” moved to the cowering boy.
	His head was yanked back, revealing that he now too had an electronic  dog trainer about his neck.  The boy suddenly went wild as he was viciously electrocuted.
	“All right!  All right!” screamed Katey, bawling and carrying on she undone Pastor Rick’s gray slacks and tugged them down, his blue boxers, too.  The 50 year old’s cock was like Phil’s, partially stiff.
	Both girls were given the command to “play” with the men’s cock.
	The girls nearly fainted.  Katey was almost sick to the point of throwing up.  Patsy on the table stirred.  Phil gulped and leaned his head back.  “It’s okay, baby.” he whispered.
	Kellie smiled through her tears and gripped her daddy’s dong.

	Nicely done.  Both girls despite their horror masturbated the cocks until they were nice and stiff.  Both squeezed the hairy balls, squeezed the shaft and tugged the skin down to the base.  The balding head of the pastor began to break out in perspiration.
	Both girls were given a final horrible command--suck.
	Katey finally retched and blew chunks off to one side.
	Kellie eyed her daddy’s cock, mouth open, in total awe.  She had to sit up and get in closer--just in time for her dear mother to come around from her torment and watch as Kellie wrapped her lips about the cock and comply.
	Getting a grip of herself, Katey did likewise, sucking Pastor Rick until he was at the point of ejaculating.  Kellie was bringing her daddy to orgasm and Patsy--passed out.
	While the girls continued sucking on the cocks, Kevin was commanded to go to his mother-- “lick her cunt.”
	The boy had heard the word “cunt” before, along with many other offensive words--many of which he had little to no idea whatsoever what they meant.  But, the word “cunt” spoken to him give him big insight as to what it was--and WHERE.
	He gulped and seemed riveted to the carpet, unable to move.  His cock was dripping, watching his sisters suck off two men was something.  Really something!   ‘specially when one was their daddy and the other their pastor!
	A belt lashed Kevin’s ass and he was strongly prompted to move.
	Tonguing out his mother’s cunt was incredible.
	The boy was asked some verbal questions.  He was a virgin.  But longed to get “hammered” in the ass, just to know what it was like.  He also wanted to suck and be sucked--just to know what it was like.  
	He was a bed humper and had a pair of his sisters and mother’s panties.  Some of their undies he sold to school mates!  He spied on his sisters (and mother) when they changed clothes or showered.  He secretly desired to have sex with them--including the mother!
	He was a closet perv, pretty typical and understandable--despite the family being a firm pillar of the community in outstanding standing of righteousness and etc.
	Kevin wanted to fuck every girl he knew and saw.  Age mattered not, he had some moral fibers, no girl younger then eight.  He lingered long looks at girls younger than eight, in their summer swimsuits and panties and those children who dashed about butt bare assed naked--who were under five years.
	He had no real despicable desire to shag any of the young girls (under eight years), but a strong desire to fuck any other girl, nine to twenty.  As well as to fool with a boy in that age range, too.
	His dad, his pastor, and siblings heard his forced confession.
	The boy noshed on his mother’s quim and then mounted her.
	Pastor Rick had been brought to a successful orgasm, cum oozed out of his cock as well as Katey’s cocksucking mouth.  The man was greatly relieved.  No questions were asked of him, though.
	One hand of the pastor was released.  He had ceased spouting bible versus and was captivated by the sordid event he was a part of.  Katey turned about and bent over, hands on her knees.  While she spat out the goo in her mouth and sobbed some more, her pastor fondled her ass, parted a cheek and fingered her hole--all under the guise of being commanded to do so.
	Phil, too, had cum.  A massive wad of man juice had filled his youngest child’s mouth.  The girl spewed the goo out, retching and gagging and vowing never to slurp schlong again.
	Kevin was deeply involved in his task, his mother languished in and out of consciousness and was only possibly vaguely aware of the incest.  The boy had experience, as a bed humper.  Natural instinct helped out and he ploughed his mother’s quim until he himself got his nut.
	His sisters sat on the floor, mouths opened wide, eyes just as wide, totally in total shock.  Only the air conditioning made any noise, that and Kevin’s balls slapping as he drove his twelve year old pecker into his mother’s “cunt.”
	When the boy had finally unleashed his liquid love, he collapsed, sucking on a tit (on his own) and continuing to “pump”.
Insanity Times Ten
	The group had little time to rest.  Katey was commanded to come before her father, to sit up straight on her knees and “proudly” reveal her nakedness.  Questions abounded to her father, deftly he refused to answer.  His cock remained somewhat limp; partly.  There was a struggle with morals and decency as well as the proverbial downfall of mankind.
	Katey had to fondle her breasts then finger her cunny.  She shuddered all over, cried, and unknowingly peed.  It was a bonus.  She had to come down and begin sucking on his hairy balls as well as masturbate him.  Phil agonized and continued to refuse answering questions from the Voice.
	Soooo, his son was beaten.
	The belt could not be seen, but the welts to Kevin’s ass could.
	The boy fell to the floor wriggling; he came to the point whereas he could not even scream his pain.  His father and pastor very nearly broke their restraints and the chairs they were restrained too.  His sisters cringed and cowered, crying and carrying on.
	“It’s all onto you, answer my Questions and he lives.  Continue to keep silent, and …”
	The Voice didn’t need to continue.
	Phil gulped and hung his head; he was lustful, horny for many of the fine young vixens in the church community.  Girls and women, young, single, under age.  Girls and women at his workplace.  He had little desire for girls under twelve, but there sure were some girls twelve to eighteen who looked damn pleasing.
	But he was a married man, and a father.  Phil had come to the point whereas he could deal with his lustfulness; he understood it was a part of his Sin, a in of being a man with a dick.  His mind was corrupted by the Devil’s influence.
	The Pastor sitting close by nodded his head in agreement, cum still leaked out of his piss slit.  He remained silent, very nearly delirious.
	Phil did not confess to having horny desires for his children, nor really for any child.  He looked upon his own offspring not with lust but love.  His eldest child he admired, she was pretty and he had seen her in her underwear (at the current age of fifteen), in her skimpy bathing suit and had gotten a boner as a result.  He often stuffed his wife and occasionally--occasionally thought of banging the daughter.  It was only a fleeting thought brought on by Satan.
	Katey started sucking her dad’s cock, thoughts to her own.
	Kellie took the pastor’s cock to her young hand and whacked him.
	Kevin sat up, caressing his swollen ass.  The pain was diminishing but not the welts.  He was given a command.  He needed a moment for it to register and be repeated again.  The boy then scooted across the floor on his knees and came up behind his sister Katey.
	The boy bent down, parted the girl’s cheeks and began giving her her first rim job.  The boy plunged his finger into her backdoor and fingered her pussy, too--before stuffing her backdoor with his rock hard hardness.
	The ordeal was incredible--and far from over.

Madness to the Tenth Power
	Just before the point of ejaculation, Katey was stopped.  Kellie sucking on the pastor had been halted in her activities, too.  Kevin had cum.  He had blasted a major load up his sister’s tight super-tight sphincter and was experiencing mixed feelings--he had butt fucked his sister, he had butt fucked, he had fucked his mother, he had licked out his mother’s cunt, he had licked out his sister’s asshole, he had licked asshole.  He felt misgivings as well as jubilation.
	Katey was given a command, almost as horrible as sucking her daddy’s dick.  A moment was needed to collect herself and comply.  Kevin waited for the belting seeing his sister’s resistance.  The boy focused on the girl’s bum, pee and cum trickled down her legs…
	Slowly Katey crawled up and sat nakedly on her father’s lap.  She cried.  Phil cried.  The man had a free hand but only to use it to support his daughter’s ass.  Katey herself had to guide his rocket into her pussy.
	“Do it,” said the Voice demandingly, “or he dies.”
	Katey sobbed all over, broken she lifted herself up and guided her daddy’s cock into her body.  The two clung to one another and were both commanded to fuck.
	Then, Kellie.  She was commanded to “assume” the position--doggie style.  Her brother came up to her and once more tongued rim.  Kellie wasn’t amused and wept uncontrollably.  Pastor Rick masturbated.
	Kevin licked out his sister’s poop chute and caressed the whole of her ass.  The boy very muchly wanted to do so to other girls he knew--virtually every girl he knew.
	Those thoughts aided the boy into achieving a dramatic erection.  An erection of which he stuffed into Kellie’s super tight backdoor.  Kellie called out in her agony, trying to pull her cheeks open as if that would help.  Her daddy looked gravely pissed, Katey continued to “ride” him.
	Kellie was commanded to move up and suck the pastor.
	Kellie wailed and carried on, but with her brother still in her hole, she complied and while enduring incredible anal pain, she sucked her pastor’s cock.  Almost to the point of orgasm…
	When it was so noted that the man was once more ready to explode, Kevin pulled out and helped his young sibling up onto the man’s lap, and guided the man’s penis into Kellie’s pussy.
	Pastor Rick didn’t want to--not with such a young girl.  The spirit was strong but the flesh was weak--and hard.  He didn’t wish to see young Kevin suffer, either.
	He closed his eyes and did the deed.

Finality
	It was delirium.  A sickening queasiness seethed throughout his body.  Just a ways across the room on the kiddie table his wife lay, it couldn’t be seen if she were alive or other.  A man Phil did not know was on her, having sex with her.
	Sweat filled his eyes, slinging his head he saw another man making it with Katey.  Close by son Kevin was underneath Kellie, the two were engaged sexually. 
	He lost consciousness.
	When Phil awoke again, he was still just as ill.  He saw his son sucking on some man’s cock, the man was still not so clear.  Kevin hammered his own cock as he worked tenaciously on the bone in his mouth.  Another man or the same one was on his (Phil’s) wife still on the table.
	Time meant nothing; he didn’t know if he passed out again or what.  The next “scene” was of his son, Kevin, with his face into the ass crack of a man while another man was sodomizing him.
	He suddenly saw his daughters as the scene he saw before him upset him physically and all.  Katey and Kellie “servicing” a delirious Pastor Rick.  Kellie sucked on the man’s balls while her sister slurped on his penis.  Both of the girls’ faces were covered in drying and fresh spilled cum.

	Both Katey and Kellie serviced their daddy, sucking him in turn and receiving a copious amount of his man juice.  Sucking on his balls and working his prick with one girl laying down frigging herself so as he could watch--then Kevin dropping his testicle sac into her mouth and masturbating--daddy Phil got wood as many times as necessary.  Kevin was commanded to give his dad a blow, too.  Phil had no fight in him but was disgusted by the act.  He closed his eyes as his son did the job.
	It wasn’t quite over.  Not yet.
	Phil had no more cum to give, he was “empty.”  His cock, though, remained mightily stiff and ever the ready to plunge into a hole.  Son Kevin’s hole.  The by climbed onto his father’s lap and the girls guided the daddy dong into the receiver entrance.
	Phil gave a little more juice.  It was insane.  Total insanity.
	Kellie and Katey were plunged in the butt by their dad, too.
	Kevin plunged into the girls and sucked off on the pastor--but didn’t get sodomized by him.  Kellie crawled onto the man’s lap and took it up her ass, Patsy were removed from the table and sucked on her husband’s balls while her son took a turn in her ass.
	It was dizzying to say the least.  
	But at length, it was over.  Sort of.  The two men who continued to remain basically “vague” presented Phil with a video tape--the entire event had been recorded.
	“I suggest you watch it, listen to it--carefully.” said the Commanding Voice.  Another video tape was seen in the clutches of the two nude men, one didn’t appear to be all that old, or manly.  Phil and Pastor Rick were released from their bindings.  Panties were collected and the two men left.

*

	It was getting close to return to the house of Nancy.  He missed Becky, Wednesday, and Pugsley.  Mostly Becky and Wednesday.  He was all but to give up on finding/locating Seth.  How much longer he would stay with Nancy he didn’t know.  It was time to move on, return to the New Digs and screw around there, then on with his initial plan of making for his cousins.
	He finished off his rootbeer float.  Across the table from him sat Skyler.  He didn’t look well, he was pasty and looked like death warmed over.  But over the course of polishing off their drinks at the nearby rootbeer joint, not far from the “church”, Skler Zane began to return to something of normalcy.  No longer pasty.  He still felt ill, dizzy, and his teeth hurt.
	After the second rootbeer float had been polished off, the boy seemed as normal as ever.  He offered Forrest a brief wavering smile, “Soooo, what do we do now?”
	Forrest stretched, adjusted his aching balls and cock, and eyed a pretty girl in red shorts just entering.  She was bout eleven and damn cute…