August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 10
Paddling Uphill

Naughty is as naughty does
	Heather sat positioned with on her hands and knees, her legs forced open apart with a led pipe attachment affixed to her ankles keeping them spaced.  The slenderly formed woman wriggled some in her distress, arched and twisted her back in the noonday sun, but was unable to unloosen the bindings at her wrists and ankles.  Her situation was not only dire but hopeless!
	A blindfold about her eyes was really unnecessary, but it added to the ambience and helped the situation with not only Heather but her partner, Ken.  Ken Kandel was a horny fuck and desired to do extreme naughtiness unto his female partner.  Ken Kandel was also a pudgy bastard, not a significant fat fuck, but had a bit of a beer gut just the same.  He’s desires for Heather were unnatural.  He wanted more than just to simply shove his fuck stick into her cunt, spank her ass, and drill out her asshole; he wanted more—much more.
	There, too, were unnatural desires for young’uns.  (more on that later…)
	Heather’s hands were tied outward, separated by another lead pipe that was actually a part of the so-so security fencing surrounding the old abandoned warehouse.  Her knees bled some as they were cut by the small pebbles and broken glass beneath her.  Her honey blond hair shone nicely in the sun and great amounts of anger she had—she was a firecracker!
	Only a slight deal of EMAD work was used on her—to initially subdue her and then later to quell her outbursting anger.  After that she was blindfolded and gagged—for that ambience effect purely.  Ken focused his eyes on the nude body of his partner, he himself nude and didn’t remember undressing…
	‘Go ahead, Ken,’ spoke a Voice inside his head, ‘do her.’
	Ken licked his lips, his equally pudgy dick had swelled to a comparable size and was ready for action.  
	There wasn’t a lot of time to waste, the two-way radios had buzzed with chatter at certain intervals and at one point a supervisor was calling for “Unit Four.”  With no response from Unit Four it was assumed that the Super would be making a security check.  And that would be bad…
	Ken eventually stepped himself up to the rear end of Heather, caressed her ass and took long moments of feasting with his eyes.  Eventually he began poking his fingers firstly into her puckering asshole, and then to her tight clenching cunt.  Thru her muffled mouth Heather expressed her extreme dislike to the assault.  She was allowed and Ken began earnestly fingering her cunt, getting it slicked up and then taking the juices to her asshole—pre-lubing!
	From there moments later his pudgy schlong could take it no more and had to slam into the woman’s cunt.  He slid in nicely, his eyes rolled back, goosebumps all over his lily white nude body.  An average cock he had, just a little thicker than normal.  Heather reeled and knew her situation WAS hopeless, she was going to get fucked no matter what.
	Ken fucked.  And fucked—and then fucked some more!
	Power thrustings galore did Ken do, hands gripping the woman’s ass as all the way into her he managed; a time or two his fat cock popped out—he was pissed and embarrassed about his inabilities but he little experience—hands on experience anyways—in the manners of humping poon.  He finally managed to keep his dick into her sopping wet cunt and achieved the ultimate goal of extreme sexual satisfaction.
	And it was glorious, glorious Centurion!
	Ken melted as his cock softened.  Heather hung her head with mixed juices running down her thighs.
	‘You did good,’ said the Voice.  Ken sat back massaging his cum squirter, it was far better than jacking himself off in his apartment while watching porn on his tv—far better.

*

	Clarissa lay on her back, the sun streaming thru the tall pines surrounding her.  How many times had she been fucked?  She couldn’t remember—several times she guessed.  The sweet smell of the pines and the general forest helped soothe her as once more she was fucked, raped.  The face of the man doing her she didn’t know, a stranger.  She had no idea of what was going on, she only knew that the fuck had a big dick and she yearned for it to be over.

	From the warehouse the group had assembled—after acquiring two more.  In the distance there were helicopters.  The desire to press on, to move out of the area entirely was strong, but so was the need to continue enjoying that that was debauchery.
	Though Ken had thoroughly enjoy fucking Heather, sinking his pudgy prick into “other” pussy was a strong desire, too.  Morals?  Some, he wouldn’t sink his pudgy prick into a girl younger than ten, maybe nine, but surely not eight.  There were no desires for boys, of any age.  Well, we’ll see about that!
	Clarissa Farling was fourteen—she was just right.  And despite the many times Clarissa had been fucked, her pussy was remarkably pleasing to Ken’s fat cock.  And unlike Heather, Clarissa required no special “attachments” to keep her inline.  On her own—after being told to do so, she held her legs back with her hands to her knees.  Ken admired the girl’s cunt and asshole, and on Voice-in-his-head suggestion—he licked.
	Clarissa had been licked between her legs before—many times—as many times as she had been fucked there—but still the doing caused her to twist and almost enjoy the deed.  But it was still deplorable—if it had only been her brother she wouldn’t have minded so, but being forced to engage in outrageous sexual relations orally and otherwise with so many boys as well as her captors was almost unbearable.
	And she had thought, too, that once she had satisfied to some degree the desires of the Captors, that would be it.  She (and the others captured with her) would either be killed or released.  Clarissa didn’t really think the two men would actually kill her, or any of the others; they were just out for sexual pleasure.  Afterwards, Clarissa got to thinking that once they had been rounded up and put in the camper and had left the cabin in the woods—they were off to be set free.  
	But then there was the new face, a new nude man stuffing her, a gentle command to lay on her back and “enjoy”.  The pine needles bit inot her bare back, the air was getting chilly and how much more was there?  How many more new faces?  She had read the news, heard the news of victims enduring weeks and weeks, even months of sexual captivity.  How long had it been for her?  She couldn’t remember.  
	The man made vaginal entry and fucked her for several minutes.

	Kara DeLong wasn’t fourteen, she wasn’t even a teen, but she was close.  Ken didn’t care, after the sheer enjoyment of screwing Clarissa (and a bit of rest) Ken stuffed himself into Kara’s cunt, then enjoyed spanking her, peeing on her ass(hole) and then sodomizing her.

	By then it was dark and very cool.  A makeshift camp was made, plans rearranged, and more fuckings to ensue.  Ken’s pudgy prong made entry into Tori who WAS a teen, she was thirteen and totally gave herself to Ken’s doings.  He was okay with that and fucked his fill with her to the point of which after filling her teen twat with his love cream, he passed out—exhausted.

	With the sun rise and a new day, Ken’s doings continued with the shagging of his partner once more.  Before shagging, he spanked her—a strong encouragement from the Voice-in-his-head prompted him to take the handy belt handed to him and lash the woman’s bare ass until it nearly bled.  Then he propped himself up to her searing hind end and pumped vigorously her asshole.
	‘Little girls need love, too.’ said the Voice.
	Patricia Ayers groaned and whined as the fat man’s cock invaded her cunny.  Like the others, she knew it was frivolous to fight back, to whine (too much) and carry on—all that would result in that venture would be a severe ass beating—or worse!  Thankfully the fat man didn’t take long and pulled out of her right after his orgasm.  He lay beside her, panting and taking interest in her young nude body, tweaking her nipples and slipping his hand down to her fresh fucked cunt to finger her.
	Patty felt horrible, sickened by the deed; she had almost gotten used to the daily—hourly ordeals with her friends, then the others of the cabin, the two men, and now it started all over again.
	After a few minutes of being fingered she was gently rolled to her side, ‘Put your leg up.’ she was told—by the same Voice.
	Patty complied and soon her clenching sphincter was invaded.

	By the following evening the group (as a whole) had moved thru the woods to empty out to a high desert area.  Finding a secluded canyon a camp was made with a campfire.  Eleven year old Tanya and ten year old Brenda were taken by the pudgy man, Tanya received the man whilst she was on her hands and knees; Brenda had to lay out on her backside with the man plowing her pussy for what seemed an eternity.
	Anna Sue was next.  Ken took long looks at the young beauty, she was very much the charmer—‘specially naked.  Her pussy (and asshole) had been well fucked but was still pleasing just the same.  Like the one who had initially captured the young girl, Ken was captivated by her.  With Anna, Ken received a blowjob.  He wanted in her pussy and to pump horrendously her asshole, but he had yet to receive a blowjob from the captives.

	The young beauty choked on the spunk spewing in her mouth, but she had done so many times in the days she had been captured.  None of the girls captured really cared much for spunk matter.  Afterwards Anna Sue was not immediately fucked but caressed instead.  Ken was absorbed with her, despite her horrendous ordeal of days being naked, fucked, unbathed, hair brushed, the youngster still maintained some semblance of beauty.
	Though Ken Kandell wasn’t a real pudgy fuck, he was big.  He had locked himself in a prone position above the girls he had done who had been on their backs, but any position would do so long as his cock was inside; with Anna Sue he sat braced against a log just at the firelight of the campfire and placed Anna Sue on him.  His prick danced about her naked warm ass, poked her asshole, and finally slipped into her cunny.  
	Anna Sue gripped the naked man’s shoulders and grunted some as her young body slid down the man’s cock.  Once he was all the way in she herself began to pump.  The man did also; he gripped her ass, clenching her cheeks and drove his prick to ecstasy.

**

	With an average Summer temperature in the high 90s, the desert city of Creston had an odd mix of residents—and there were just under 25,000 of them!  The biggest thing going for Creston was its Naval Weapons & Intelligence base, also Naval Fighter pilots trained there and there was a lot of hi-tech stuff going on as well.
	Brenda and her brother, Brad, were let go at the sign post “Welcome to Creston”, they were naked and had been freshly fucked by their captors, spanked, and “watered”.  Their young minds had been blanked, their holes filled to capacity with cum juice.
	Clarissa and her brother, Jason, were put out behind the downtown bus depot.  One of their captors had taken a while finishing up screwing the girl before she was let go, dinking with her mind and watching one last time as she swallowed her brother’s tool, sucked on his balls, then accepted him between her legs.  When done, the boy squatted over his sister’s face, his hairless nards in her mouth; while he lay down her smooth nude body licking her equally smooth hairless cunt—sucking on the cock of the other captor, he was reamed in the ass.
	After Clarissa had successfully licked her brother’s poop chute rim clean her hands were tied together with her nude brother and they were booted out of their ride.  They were blindfolded and befuddled (to say the least.)

	Blake Commly humped for all he could into Patty’s cunt, all the while one of his captors caressed his ass and clutched his balls as he slammed Patty’s cunt.  He was all out of cum but close counts.  After “five minutes” he was allowed to stop.  He was exhausted and steam arose from Patty’s snatch.  The girl swallowed the cock of one of her captors while the other ploughed her asshole One More Time!
	Thereafter she and Blake were put out behind a super center store.

	Howie screamed into Tanya Juarez’s hairless cunt as not one, not two, but THREE men-captor cocks reamed his hole.  Tanya clung tenaciously to Howie’s clenching ass, her mouth filled with the boy’s pubeless balls.  One after another the three men pumped forever into the boy’s already tortured anus.  All three men strove to cum and all three men did.  After each fuck Tanya had the narly task of anal cleaning.
	Once done the two were deposited behind a construction site at the exit area of Creston.

	Kara Delong anticipated her fate, she had somewhat come to terms with her kidnapping and days of days of sexual doings.  She had also become very willing—it allowed her certain perks of no longer being sexually tortured.  It was more than just simply enduring the sexual depravity, it was a matter of pure survival.  Like Clarissa thoughts, Kara figured that her captors had no intention of killing her, just fucking.  And eventually after so long a time she would be released.
	On her hands and knees, a captor’s cock in her asshole, a captor’s cock in her mouth, Kyle’s cock in her cunt, her “release” was soon in cumming—er, coming.
	Kyle’s hand tightened on Kara’s hips as his thrusts at first quickened—telling Kara that Kyle was right at the point of joy.  She felt his prick in her pussy straining and then gushing its load into her.  She was sure that she was probably pregnant—but by whom?  
	In her mouth one of the captors came.  A great wash of hot spunk filled her mouth, shooting down her throat—as it had been so time after time.  The man pulled out and pressed his cock against her face, stuffing his hellish dong to her nose making her snort his cum into her nostrils.
	Behind her the fat man fucked her asshole—like in her mouth she had been well fucked previously but with the fat man’s pudgy cock she had not and so her well probed anus was stretched even more so.

	The ordeal was finally done with all three of Kara’s orifices filled to capacity.  While her sopping wet cum drenched cunt sat on Kyle’s face, the memories she had had of the cabin, the two men, the three men, the boys, the girls, the cabin, the men, the woods, all began to fade.  
	Behind a furniture warehouse she and Kyle were found—bound together back to back with their hands and feet tied to the other.  Neither had any memory of how they had come to be there.

	‘Cum in all three places, and yer free.’ said the Voice.
	CJ had no problem with that, he was very willing to comply—well, his heart and soul were—it was his COCK that had the problem.  It could get stiff, most of the way, but as far as CUMMING?  He had cum so much in the days he had been “captive” he was all cummed out.  But to be free, to go home, to return to his former life?  It was a desire he couldn’t pass up.
	So he tried.
	All afternoon he tried.
	His first attempt came an hour after the departure of Kyle and Kara at 2PM.  After several enduring minutes it was obvious that it was to be a no-go.  He did enjoy the “attempt” but was worn out.  So he was spanked.  Not hard, but he didn’t care for it just the same.  Out in the desert somewhere beyond the city limits of Crestor the boy straddled Tori Voorhees’ face and received several hard smacks to the ass by first a flat metal stick (found at the construction site and deemed quite useful).
	Once his ass was well reddened he made the attempt again.
	After ten minutes of pounding Tori’s cunt he came.

	Sucking on Tori’s titties, tweaking her nipples, fingering her cunt, and watching as one of the other members not yet released either suck off one of the captors, CJ managed to get extremely hard and by 7PM filled Tori’s mouth to the brim.
	‘One more to go.’ said the Voice.
	CJ would have to wait until midnight, his cock was too sore and just couldn’t take no more.  So out in the chill of the evening the thirteen year old received another rash ass spanking—hands at first followed by a belting that put the boy on the still warm sand begging.
	Just after midnight with his ass still burning he buried his prick into Tori’s waiting asshole and fucked her there fifteen minutes before unloading.  After licking her pussy and creamed filled pooter clean, driving his tongue into her mouth then standing to “water” her, the boy was driven into town and dropped off at a bus stop—tied spread eagled on it.

*

	To say she was confused?  She lay in the darkness inside the not so cramped anymore environment of a van or whatever.  She wasn’t entirely sure of what had happened to the others?  Had they been killed?  Surely that hadn’t simply been “let go”?  Surely not.  
	Tori began to weep and fret about her fate.
	Eleven year old Randy came to rest on her face, his sweaty musty smelling testicle sac dropping into her mouth.  A light came on, it was dull and provided very little light—just enough for her to see the eleven year old boy.  Randy laid down her body and began fingering her pussy, 
	‘Hold his cheeks open.’ 
	Tori complied, she had an eyeful of the boy’s well fucked asshole and then one of her captors came into being, prodding the boy’s rim until insertion could be made.  She knew what was to cum in a few minutes or so.  Between her legs a cock came, she wasn’t sure if it was one of the captors or one of the boys.  Too confused was sure to remember who was left.
	It was Randy’s friend, Mark.
	As Mark pumped into the teenage girl his ass was smacked with a belt, driving him into the girl’s cunt dramatically.  He liked fucking and was well aware of the horror, but there was nothing else to do—he couldn’t fight back and he didn’t care for the alternative of non-compliance—which was severe punishment.  So he fucked.
	The spanking ceased and Mark came.  When his cock popped out of the girl’s cunt he had to put it into his best friend’s mouth.
	‘Suck it clean.’ Randy was told.
	Randy had sucked Mark’s cock before—before being captured by the two men—er three men.  Then in the cabin and woods he had sucked Mark and all the other guys’ cocks, balls and asssholes, too.  He wasn’t too opposed but would have preferred doing the sucking on his own terms.
	When the captor sodomized Randy’s hole had finished, Tori beneath boy had the task of cleaning—she firstly had to lick Randy’s cum laden hole and then the captor’s ball sac and cock.
	Thereafter her legs were wrenched back and she was spanked.

	At sunrise just after Mark and Randy fucked and sucked one another they were dropped off behind the Naval base rear area dump site.  The boys were tied together tightly while in a 69ing position, Mark’s cock in Randy’s mouth, Randy’s balls in Mark’s mouth—they were then superglued together to keep their position.

**

	Who’s left?
	Jill, Anna Sue, Heather.
	Captors August, Wyndel.
	Willing participant Ken.
	It was a long, long drive back to the city where Jill had been “acquired.”  It had been a month and a couple of days.  She gave August a final blowjob and August tongued out her pussy—before driving his prick nicely into her willing cunt and fucking her for several minutes.
	Meanwhile Heather Carol licked on the young pussy of Anna Sue while behind her (Heather) Ken Kendall humped his fill.  Heather drove her tongue into the young girl’s pussy—her mind totally frapped beyond recognition.
	By mid afternoon Jill was released.  She had been cleaned up and dressed and though August didn’t really want to—he cleaned her mind, essentially wiping her mind of the whole ordeal.  It was for her benefit in case later on some wiseass therapist tried to get into her noggin and uncover truths.
	He kissed her and longed to actually “keep” her, but it was time to let her go.  (the girl’s address was so noted, though—just in case he changed his mind…)
	In the same city, Tori was finally kicked loose, at the train yards, spread eagled out on a bench, her legs pulled back behind her head.

	For the remaining members…
	Heather watched as young Anna Sue was fucked and refucked, spanked and respanked repeatedly throughout the horribly long night.  Three men took turns schlepping themselves into the girl—mostly it was her mouth but many times they pumped religiously into her pussy.
	At dawn’s early light (sorry) Anna Sue was dropped off behind the diner she had been acquired from in the beginning!  Naked and tied to a light pole, drenched in cum and pee.
	At noon Wyndel departed to make his way home and to begin anew.
	“Enjoyed the ride,” he told his new friend, “we’ll have to do it again.”
	August shook the man’s hand and that was that.

Same theme, new ventures
	Ken Kendall was a little befuddled, his mind not quite his own and highly confused.  His confusion was alleviated with a good meal at a small eatery at the edge of town.  August sat brooding, he missed Jill and Anna Sue.  Then all the others.  Casually he wondered just how long Wyndel would wait before “collecting” again.
	After their meal the two took a little walk to walk of some calories and “see the sights.” And it wasn’t long before they found some (old favorites…)
	There was this park, see, and this park was part of a church.  It was a large private park for the church’s people to use for gatherings of one sort or another and spanned quite a bit of acreage.  Thing was, though, it had limited facilities—just a big barbeque area with a covered seating section and a fire pit for church singing social gatherings.
	The church was located across the way, that is to say that there was the park, then an access road to some private homes beyond the church area nestle up against some foothills, a canal, and a river.  There was a huge parking lot and then the frontage two lane road that was the main access to the aforementioned homes as well as the church.
	In the park were some teens, who belonged to the church.  They were socializing and generally goofing off, nominal teens from thirteen years to about seventeen or so.  A particular of interest caught August’s attention.  She was in beige shorts with large leg openings.  She sat on the bottom seat of a small aluminum grand stand chatting with her girlfriends and boy(friends).  They were playing cards and basically gossiping without parents around.  Some sort of business was going on at the church requiring the teens’ parents’ attendance.  There, too, seemed to be a shindig to take place later on in the evening as the church’s kitchen was in the process of making food fare.
	Anyways, at length the girl in the large legged beige shorts “excused” herself and trotted off towards the church.  Seconds after she did one of the boys followed.
	August had a notion…

Holly Kane
Logan Bateman
Q&A
	‘Gotta pee?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Finger your pussy?’

	‘Yes.’
	‘Everyday?’
	‘No.’
	‘Suck cock?’
	‘NO!’  with that the teen stopped in her tracks and looked wildly about in a near panic.  Ten yards behind her came strolling stiff legged Logan.  He stopped when she stopped—and looked back.
	“What are you doing?” she asked.
	“Uh, I-I-I was going—uh, I-I--’
	‘Keep going, to the bathroom—walk!’
	Holly seemed disturbed if not angry, it passed and she shook her head to clear it and then turned to continue her march to the church’s bathrooms.  

	At the courtyard of the church Holly paused to check the status of her EMAD detector, then methodically caressed the myriad of special personal protection devices on her person.
	‘Virgin?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Want to have sex?’
	‘I-I don’t know.’
	‘Ever see anyone you know having sex?  Giving head, Sixty-nining, taking it up the ass?’
	A close girlfriend and her boyfriend were doing it in the girl’s bedroom—while the parents were away for the weekend.  Another girlfriend sucked off a boyfriend while at the movies.  Holly herself was just an occasional masturbator.  She had a boyfriend, so-so.  The boyfriend kissed her and held her hands but nothing too serious.  She was mildly aware that when they were close he was horny.
	But Holly had personal defenses—not just eye and ear irritants but other forms of protection that inflicted mild shocks to a would-be attacker or overly horny boyfriend.  She also had command of Alerts that could be set off quickly to alert others in her vicinity of her predicament.
	Yeah, those worked well…
	‘Like little boys, like to see little boys naked?’
	No answer there, she was too stunned.
	The same was with ‘Like little girls, like to see little girls naked?  Ever been naughty with a girlfriend?’

	And although she was just as stunned with that question as the previous, it was discovered that Holly Kane had had a sexual tryst with her girlfriend—the same one she had watched having sex with her (the girlfriend) boyfriend.

	‘Like to see little girls—naked?’
	‘Yeah, I-I guess so.’
	‘Like to see teen girls, your age, a little older—naked?’
	‘Yeah, yes.’
	‘Suck cock?’
	‘NO!’
	That always got ‘em.
	He was an enthusiastic masturbator, though; with great passion he pounded his pud on a daily ritualistic basis, yearning for the day he could actually sink himself into some righteous poon.
	‘Like to see Holly naked?’
	‘Damn straight!’
	Holly, Megan, Jennifer, Kalley, Hanna, and a whole list of girls his age, a year or so younger and older.
	‘If you were alone with say an eight year old girl--know of an eight year old girl?’
	‘Brittany.’ came to mind.
	‘She usually in a dress, tight pants, shorts?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘You jerk off thinking about what she would look like naked?’
	‘Yes.’
	Logan Bateman yearned to be naughty (nasty) with a little girl, no interest was there for boys—but there WAS a curiosity.  He wasn’t sure if he would SUCK a guy’s cock, but he could be willing to RECEIVE.  He firmly had no desire to be fucked up the ass, but would be willing to give a fuck (up the ass) of a dude.
	As for girls—he firmly put it that no girls under ten…nine at the very least, maybe eight, would he ever molest like those in the news.  If a girl say eight or so was willing to be naughty with him—then he would get naked with her and…
	And?
	No penetration, maybe only in the mouth if she were willing.  But he knew instinctively that her young pussy and asshole were too young for him to even try.  But he mind trying, wouldn’t mind humping those two places.  He also wasn’t opposed licking the girl in those two places.

*

	Holly made it to the wide open area; turning around now and then to see if she were being followed.  She saw no one and continued on her route (to the bathrooms).
	The church sat on a large hunk of real estate—the main church building housed some 1,000 parishioners (although usually half to 800 actually attended regular services.  
	The building faced West with offices at the forefront and smaller private offices at the Southend.  Then there was the large open courtyard spanning some 30 feet in width.  Down the middle were trees, flower beds, and benches.  On each side were two-story class rooms running a hundred feet in length.  A gym occupied a lot of space on the left along with the kitchen.  Bathroom facilities were anchored at each end of the classroom structure and Holly Kane made her way to the closest one.
	Placing her hand on the brass panel of the Women’s Restroom door was the last thing she remembered…

*

	He didn’t mind so much the overwhelming pleasure of the act he was doing, or the undressing of someone he knew and desired to have sex with, or to see naked at the very least—it was the caressing of his bare ass while he fucked that was annoying.
	Beneath him lay Holly.  She was in a “stunned” state of being, like a zombie or something.  Logan didn’t understand it and barely cared.  He was concerned for her—as to himself, but he understood that they had been “coerced” via someone with an EMAD.  And it was that “someone” who was caressing his ass while he humped on Holly.
	Holly.
	Holly Marie Kane.
	Many times had Logan jerked his cock off to her image—most times while in the shower, many times while naked in his bedroom, most times while on and/or in his bed.  His imagery of what girls looked like naked was actually kind of vague, but from the News Casts, health books, store mannequins, and the sight of little girls naked helped his mind formulate what a girl his age would look like naked for reals.

	While Holly had sat on the bottom seat of the benches at the park she had one of her legs cocked up, knee up and outward a bit—this allowed Logan prime viewing of her crotch, a cheap panty shot down the wide open leg opening of her beige shorts.
	His dick had gotten instantly hard and he wanted her.  Then she got up from the group and made her way to the church.  He didn’t know why he followed, and she caught him halfway along, too.  Just as she had gotten to the girl’s bathroom—he didn’t remember afterwards.  He didn’t know why he had followed her, he knew he wasn’t going to get to see her going to the bathroom—they were just “friends.”  Very curious was he about whether or not she was a virgin, he kinda thought she was but didn’t know for sure.  
	Virgins.  Who was and who wasn’t, even among his own male social group—though many of his buds claimed they were virgins, he knew a couple who were not.  And vice-versa.  Some guys had sisters they were banging, others had cousins and one fellow, John Camons, was claiming to be screwing his aunt on a regular basis!
	Logan’s interest was in girls his age, he knew them the most and they were more possible—not likely, but possible.  He was fourteen, though, apparently too immature to handle sexual activity, and a Christian.  As a Christian he was supposed to hold off enjoying sex until he was out of school and married.  Yeah, like that’s gonna happen…
	Geri Johnson, Kellie Myers, Julie Betterman
	Donna Hockstettler  Chrissy Bain  Lori Bowman
	Then, Ms. Donna Pepper  Amanda Zane  Anita Crestwell
	Anita Crestwell was black, in her late twenties, tall, thin, and always smelled of oranges.  Virtually every boy at school wanted to shag her; Logan jerked off to her second to Holly.  It was basically every girl he knew and didn’t know—girls in grades above and below him.  In his mind swam images of girls in lower grades, elementary age girls.  Greatly did he try to wash their images out of his mind, the torrid thoughts he had of them—it was wrong-wrong-wrong to have such un-Christina thoughts about them.  
	But they were there nonetheless and inasmuch as he jerked off to Holly and Ms. Crestwell, he thought of the little girls at his mom’s school.  Logan’s Mom taught 3rd grade and one day Logan was there to help out as part of his own school’s curriculum for teaching assistant.  He didn’t know any of the little girls, but they were cute.  There were cute girls at his church, too—tons of cute girls at the church, some he knew, some were too naïve and were overly friendly, standing up way too close to him or plopping onto his lap in some class or another.  

	Most girls (at the church) were in dresses or short skirts—it allowed for quick sneak peaks of their underwear as they walked on the upper walkway on the second floor of the classrooms at the courtyard.  There, too, were those naïve unwise girls who did flips and twists and ran amok doing summersaults and rolling on the hill by the church buildings and play area exposing themselves unwarily.
	In his mind he saw himself with his hand on a young girl’s ass.  With the outside help of newscasts and word of mouth from others around him in society, Logan he saw himself lowering the girl’s panties, his hand on her naked ass squeezing the cheeks and diddling a finger to her pooter hole.  Then he saw her on her backside, legs open, naked, and his fingers working her naked bald pussy.  His eyes focused on her pussy and suddenly he was working his tongue to her most holy of holies, driving into her until he couldn’t stand it and laid his prick against her, stuffing himself into her.
	The girl in his mind was one particular girl, Bonnie Chambers, from his Mom’s classroom.  She was nine, flat chested, blond, blue eyes, and extremely sweet with a drizzling of All Kinds of Cute.  She was his Mom’s “little” helper and filled his mind as much as Holly did.  But Bonnie wasn’t a possible, not even.  

	Holly moaned and arched her back as Logan made entry into her cunny.  She was a virgin, but at the time he didn’t know it—or cared.  He watched as her nipples perked up and he wondered if she knew it was him?  If she did, he hoped that she understood that he wasn’t raping her or some such and that he wasn’t in control.  He was in control, sort of, but strongly coerced into the actions against her.  
	He was on his own—sort of.  He was told (by someone unknown) to do things (to Holly) and felt compelled to do them.  There was no resisting, no stopping himself.  And of course, he was mostly willing, too.
	 Prior, just prior, to making vaginal entry into Holly, Logan had been instructed to “go in her mouth, put your pud in her mouth.” He then learned that before fucking a girl, the guy ALWAYS had to put his dick in the girl’s mouth for her to suck it and make it lubricated, to make it better for him to stuff her—i.e. fuck.
	Logan hadn’t known that.  He had know idea.  He couldn’t fathom his Mom sucking his Dad.  Plus, after the girl did her thing, the guy had to “go down” on the girl and lick her pussy, making it lubricated as well.  Then normal sex could ensue and that was that.
	That was that!?  Logan was totally blown away (sorry)

	Holly performed the oral service, she wasn’t particularly good at it and she didn’t care for it, either.  But like Logan, she had been instructed and there was no defying the instruction.  There was some strange “hold” on her compelling her strongly to comply; she knew it was wrong, she knew it was disgusting, and it wasn’t on her own terms—but she felt as if she had no control—she was told to “take his cock, suck it” and that was that.
	Logan needed very little coercing, he was bothered slightly that he HAD to comply, but then again—kinda liked it.  His biggest concern was “would she know?”  He was worried about the “afterwards.”  Would Holly be pissed (at him) or what?  
	Logan was rest assured with the Voice explaining that “afterwards” Holly’s mind would be “blanked” and she wouldn’t remember jack shit.  Logan was cool with that.
	Logan was also cool with undressing the girl, as he had been instructed (prior to the pud insertion thing.)  One piece of clothing at a time until she was nude.  Logan himself was already nude and his cock significantly hard—it was the anticipation of it all that got him stiff and ready.  Holly wore sandals and they were cast off first.  With slight encouragement Logan traveled his hands up the teen’s legs; she was well tanned, smooth skin, and perfect.  Slowly he tugged on the open legs of her beige shorts, pulling them down slowly until they were off.
	White panties with pink cartoon bears on them.  For a while he simply sat (with boner raging) staring at the girl in her panties.  No other girl (or teacher) came to his mind, just Holly.
	A simple off-white knit blouse she wore, he removed it just as slowly and stared a moment or two at the girl now in panties and bra.  It was the bra that came off nextly, Logan’s attention locked onto the fourteen year old’s titties—“Cup them, feel them, enjoy them.” Said a Voice in his head, “she wont know.”
	In a way she DID know, but not by who.  
	Logan hesitated a second or two, maybe three, then put his hands onto Holly’s nice round orbs and began squeezing.  The nipples were of some interest and as he tweaked them, the head of his cock began soiled with gobs of pre-cum.
	“In the mouth.” he was told, “all the way in.”
	More hesitation but he wasn’t wrestling with the morality issue, not that much—he had never had his cock sucked and he still fretted slightly about how Holly would be like “afterwards.”

	But as soon as his fourteen year old prick eased into the girl’s mouth—he could care less a fuck if Holly knew it was him or not.  His balls rested/smushed up against her chin as ALL THE WAY IN he went sliding.  Holly choked and gagged some but accepted the dong and sucked as much as she could.
	Just for a few minutes, ‘Ok,’ said the Voice, ‘your turn—or her turn.’ 	
	Logan moved back down Holly’s long body and hooked her panties.  With slow ease he moved them down, looking at her panties and then to her pussy.  Holly had a muffin, a nice neatly trimmed snatch that was very appealing.  His first real up close and personal look at a girl’s cunt.
	Cunt  Twat  Pussy  Love Tunnel  Cock Nest  Vagina
	‘Go down on her, boy, enjoy.’
	There was no denying the Voice, not even if he wanted to.  To lick out a girl’s trim as he had heard about was something he always wanted to do.  It was kind of intriguing and mystifying—he didn’t fully understand all the narly complexities of the female fur burger, but was willing to learn!
	There was some mustiness to Holly’s quim, and the slight hint of “pee”.  Logan neverminded the distaste and went licking, lapping the “lips” with great delight.  Using his thumbs he managed Holly’s cunt open, driving his tongue then deeper into the tight virginal poon until he was near bursting.
	‘Time to fuck, boy, time to fuck.’
	Logan understood the meaning of “fuck” and virtually on his own positioned himself with locked arms above Holly’s nude body and then guided his dick into her cunt.
	There was significant resistance but perseverance won out and Logan busted thru the girl’s “cherry.”  His eyes fluttered, balls cinched up tight, and his dramatic prong made deliberate but gentle entry.
	Holly moaned, arched her back, and fluttered her eyes as she felt the sizable invasion to her cunny.  “Oh my God!” she managed to blurt.  There was both pleasure as well as discomfort as she was invaded, she parted her legs wider and clung to the person who was invading her.
	As stated, Logan didn’t mind so much the doings he was doing, it was the caressing of his bare ass that bugged him.  But the sinking of his prick into the girl’s pussy overwhelmed him and he didn’t care about the rubbing of his ass…
	Humping into pussy was a bit better than getting off into her mouth, the girl’s pussy clenched about his cock but he also had found pleasure of stuffing himself into Holly’s mouth—it was the act itself that was enjoyable overall.

	Logan slowly got into the groove of humping; Holly got into the groove of BEING humped.  It was still discomforting, but it was her first time.  Ken, remember him, sat just behind with dark eyes focused solely on the young teen’s cock sliding like a locomotive’s driving piston into Holly’s cunt.  It was captivating.
	At length the humping came to an apex; Logan arched his back, twisted his strong glorious young teen body, straining his cock deep inside Holly’s quim.  Holly tightened up and thrusted herself up to meet Logan’s cock.  There was a quickening “rabbit” fuck and it was over.
	A mighty groan of pleasure the two teens shared as they melted in afterglow lust.
	“Oh shit!” muttered Logan in his glee.  He had no idea that fucking could be so grand.  He repeated his expletive when sitting up and seeing the blood coating Holly’s pussy as well as his softening throbbing schlong.
	“Cherry juice.” said the Voice aloud.
	Holly’s panties were tossed to him and Logan wiped Holly’s poon then his prong before laying beside her to rest.
	His rest was short lived, about five minutes.  In his mind he was coerced into sucking on Holly’s titties, fingering her pussy, nipping her nips, and planting his mouth over hers.
	For Holly, she latched onto Logan’s mouth, worked his pud back to full stiff mode, and got into the deed that was beyond her.  Ken merely sat behind them watching—and pulling his pud.
	‘On your knees, knees and hands.’ the Voice said into Holly’s head.
	Holly made the maneuver, placed her head down and slowly became slightly more aware of her situation.  Her cunny ached, it was a toss up of a painful-sore ache and pleasurable.  She was stinky and felt unclean.  
	The full complexities of what had happened to her for her to be in such a stinky unclean predicament was a bit difficult to decipher, but she made a guess that she had been abducted—probably by the use of some fucker with an EMAD.  She knew she had been raped, but as far as she knew she hadn’t been tortured.  Not yet anyways…
	Looking around she tried to focus her attention on her environment; from her mom, dad, school teachers, news—when you become a victim try to take in everything you see-hear-feel as it could be helpful later on to capture the fucker who kidnapped you.

	Holly saw very little, it was semi dark, cluttered with clothes and bedding.  No windows or doors, but there was—in her mind she found it very difficult to figure out what she was seeing.  There was a bed, she was on it—a big wide bed—more than a full size.  Wooden walls she thought, but maybe not.  Kind of narrow with something like a loft above, but when she careened her head to see, she was smacked on the ass and told to put her head down.
	She did so and then…
	Though she didn’t know who it was exactly behind her, she felt that it was someone who had been abducted, too.  She didn’t know why she felt that way, she just did.  Anyways, it was a guy—he was about her age, and he was being told to “put it in her.”  And “her” referred to her…
	And the “put it in her” referred to HIS cock into HER asshole.
	First, though, there was much ado about cornhole licking.
	From her school, from her friends, television newscasts, there was talk about ass kissing, ass licking, finger fucking (the asshole) sodomy via other things other than a guy’s cock (sodomy via a foreign object)—but never had Holly heard of butthole kissing/licking—cause that sure was what the guy was doing behind her.
	It feel more than just “odd”, it was weird.  Very weird.  Damn weird.  
	The weirdness continued with the guy fingering her hole.
	“Just relax,” cooed the Voice, “try and not to clench.”
	That was easy for HIM to say…
	There was no “uncleanching”, it was a natural instinct and she really had no control over it.
	Raped.
	Fucked.
	Licked.
	Fingered.
	A myriad of torrid thoughts came to her suddenly, the sudden realization that she had been violated, kidnapped and put thru sexual depravity for someone’s fucked up amusement.
	And where was God in all this?  As a Christian she shouldn’t be in such position; sure she had lurid thoughts about sex, but she wasn’t a slut, she was human and a normal typical teenage girl.  Sure she fingered herself but that was normal, too.  She attended church and usually did so on her own, church was okay, but her friends were there, she socialized and it made her parents get off her back.

	She was a good student at school, a “C” once in awhile but usually “Bs”.  She didn’t cuss, not out loud; she didn’t drink (alcohol), smoke (anything), belch or fart in the presence of others.  She thought herself to be kind, considerate, and generally nice.  There was no bad mouthing of others or talking shit about someone behind their back. 
	So where the hell was God?
	Why had He sent an “angel” to protect her?  From the news there was always some little kid being kidnapped, raped, and then later found dead.  Where were the angels for them?  
	Suddenly there was more earnest pressure to her clenching sphincter—the guy behind her was putting more than his tongue/finger into her backdoor!

	Ken was close to blowing off as he watched young Logan make anal entry into the wriggling Holly.  He smiled and was highly mused, his mind mostly blank.  With one hand he worked his chubby, the other hand caressed the bare cool ass of the other captive, Heather.
	Logan made slow but steady entry into Holly, he knew who she was and who he was—his surroundings he had barely noticed and he had no idea who was controlling him.  His concentration fell to his task, to put his prick into Holly’s butthole.  “all the way in” too.
	Holly’s butthole, though, was TIGHT.  She obviously had never taken schlong there so the going was kinda tough.  Logan gripped Holly’s ass—it was a dream cum true—but he never thought that he would actually get to do her.  
	Once fully seated into Holly’s ass, Logan began the steady process of pulling back out—not all the way, just to the crown of his dick and then he plunged himself back in.  All the way the Voice encouraged him—along with continual caressing of his ass.
	With Holly’s anal tract sufficiently lubed enough to allow adequate butt fucking, Logan stepped up his pumping and fucked with furor.  The “whoever” was caressing his ass stopped caressing his ass to latch holt of his balls!  Logan’s balls had been swaying feverently to and fro as he pumped himself into Holly, then the Voice got a hold of them and squeezed them!
	Holly grinded her face against the bed sheets, there was significant tenderness in her asshole.  She would prefer the guy doing her to go back to fucking her pussy…
	The butt humping finally came to a finale with Logan suddenly going into ultra fuck speed—a maddening humping that last mere moments and then the “release.”

*

	Inasmuch as Logan didn’t care for the blood (er, cherry juice) on his schlong, he cared less for the poo that stained his schlong when he pulled out of Holly’s ass.  It was sickening and very gross.  There, too, was a great deal of his splooge.  Again, though, he was tossed Holly’s already stained/used panties to clean his cock and her ass.
	He was offered a soda and graciously accepted.  His cock was sore—never had it felt so strange—often he hammered it into release but not to the full extent that was ecstasy.  He knew that the screwing of Holly was something he wanted to do again—and again—and again.  If not with Holly then someone else—he didn’t care.
	‘Really?’
	The Voice was curious.  
	‘If she were say—nine?  Would you care?  If she were as naked as Holly, laying down with her legs open—would you care?’
	‘Nine?’ he had to think about that one, nine was kinda young.
	‘Ten, eleven, twelve?’ the Voice prompted.
	Logan shrugged and thought that he COULD do a girl who was twelve, at least.
	The Voice was contented.
	A transition of time there was, a passage of time—how long Logan wasn’t sure but he was sure that some “time” had passed.  When he became “aware” of time again, he was still naked, Holly was still naked.  Like Holly, Logan could “see” his surroundings but couldn’t quite fathom them.  He saw the bed, and not much room (none) on either side.  There WAS a loft above the bed and as Logan studied it he deduced that he was in a camper.
	Suddenly he was offered another soda along with a freshly grilled grilled-cheese sandwich.  Logan accepted and waited for whatever was to happen nextly.
	Nextly was while polishing off his “dinner” he saw a man; tall he was, dark hair, and naked.  The man had quite a cock and Logan tried not to stare, he had never seen a nude MAN before, just guys his age (in the school gym/shower.)  The nude man climbed on top of Holly and Logan felt at odds with it; for him to screw Holly was one thing—for someone else to fuck her was something else.

	But that was what the nude man did, from his position Logan could see every inch of the nude man’s cock entering Holly’s poon.  He was fascinated and awestruck by the deed—the man’s ass was muscular, his balls flopped back and forth quickly and the penetration of his cock made slurping sounds.
	It wasn’t a quick fuck, it was lasting—long lasting.  The man slowed and even pulled out of Holly, resting his massive prick against the teen’s cunt before slipping back inside her.  Holly moaned and made other odd noises, her legs flopped back and forth and soon her hands began traveling up and down the man’s backside.
	Then the moment came.
	And came.
	And came some more.
	It was awesome.
	Holly shuddered all over, clenched her pussy against the man’s invading dong and experienced an orgasm like never before.  Of course, with her limited experience…
	When the man was done—and how, he rolled off of the sweaty girl and lay still, panting and no longer capable of moving.  It would be a perfect time to “escape”, but Logan finished his sandwich and soda and waited.
	He didn’t have to wait long for then there was a woman, a nude woman he hadn’t noticed before.  She came up onto the bed Holly and the nude man and DOWN she went onto the nude man’s cock—sucking it!
	Logan stared at the woman’s ass—her asshole and pussy, swinging titties, her whole nudity enthralled him.  “Oh shit!” he blurted.  “Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch!”  he began pounding his prick and desired deeply to fuck the woman’s asshole.
	His desire came moments later as the woman finished polishing the man’s rod—moved her body up and settled down onto the freshly cleaned prong.  As she straddled the man’s cock and began to do the work of pumping, ‘Come here.’ said the Voice.
	Logan made his way onto the bed and eased his prick into the woman’s asshole.  The sensation was weird to say the least as he could feel the man’s cock right next to his own.  Getting a “rhythm” going was difficult and sloppy, Logan tried but eventually pulled out and waited.
	‘Do your friend,’ said the Voice, ‘pin her legs and go up her ass.’
	Logan thought that that was ok—and did so.
	It was new—sort of; he pinned Holly’s legs back, Holly herself helped and gritted her teeth as the “guy” above her made anal entry to her once more.

	Like the nude man had done before, Logan tried to slow his pace and not cum so fast—but the sensation tantalized him and it was hard to keep from doing so.  But he struggled and thought over some of the things the man had said, about fucking young’uns.
	Nine?  No way.
	Ten?  Maybe.  
	Eleven?  More likely.
	Twelve?  Definitely.
	He thought of all the young girls he knew—their faces firstly.  Then he thought of them in their clothes—dresses, short and long; then skirts, and then pants.  He had seen many girls that he didn’t know in shorts, short pants and very short-shorts.
	The thought of those girls in their panties put him into ultra fuck mode.  The thought of those girls naked sent him out of the mode and into stillness—only his cock embedded to the hilt in Holly’s ass made any motion.  His mind was locked on lovely young eight-nine-ten year old girls naked, sitting on the toilet, taking a shower and/or bath, laying out on their bed naked fingering themselves.
	Then there was the image of those girls sucking his dick…

	The image(s) were intense—so much so that the Voice saw them, too.  And he liked them, and he shared the young man’s desires.  Those desires would be satiated—in due time.
	But first!
	After some rest, another grilled cheese sandwich, another soda, Logan got to restuff the nude woman’s asshole.  This time alone.  The nude woman assumed her position on her hands and knees—then Logan assumed his position behind her.  ‘Lick her ass, hole, and then get after it.’
	Logan was still kinda opposed to tonguing out an “asshole”, but went to the task just the same.  It only took a few moments and soon he was ready to plunge in and fuck.
	Meanwhile, Holly was getting fucked, too.
	Ken Kendall wasn’t himself, he was bombastically frapped.  

**

	Heather wasn’t herself, either; her mind was confused and could barely grasp anything going on about her—she understood the basics; she had been kidnapped, overwhelmed by an EMAD; she was naked; she had been fucked in all three holes repeatedly by several different cocks.

	Anymore than that and she was just confused.  She barely knew her name.  She saw two men and a teenage boy, but who they were she didn’t know, the one man was pudgy and seemed almost familiar, but she couldn’t place him.  
	As Heather’s mind went on, she began to wonder if she WAS kidnapped?  She wasn’t restrained and couldn’t understand what an EMAD was, the term ran amok in her mind but she didn’t know what it was or why she was remembering it.
	Her past began to fade and ebb away.  Slowly she accepted her new fate, her new way of life.  Readily she accepted a cock to her mouth, between her legs, between her cheeks.  Readily she masturbated upon command to do so; readily she stroked the cocks presented to her, endured being spanked, peed on, and filled to capacity with all three cocks slamming into her body.  She knew her name was Heather, but that was all she knew.

	Holly was a keeper, as was Heather.  Ken and Logan were “willing” subjects.  As time progressed, Holly and Heather became not so much as willing participants as they were “trained” and readily adopted their new way of life.  Security measures were still very much a part of allowing August to sleep securely at night (or when needed).
	There was a curiosity for August, the church that Holly and Logan had come from.  In the days that followed their “acquisition” August began attending the church.  Regularly.  He made nominal discoveries of the narly kind as well as made “friends” with some of the parishioners.
	Narly One:  the assistant preacher was “observed” in his office firstly spanking a teenage girl, she was at least fifteen; short cheerleader skirt, red panties at her knees, bent over bracing against the preacher’s desk being spanked by a custom paddle.
	When the teen’s ass turned bright red and the girl seemed to be at the point of taking all that she could take, the preacher stopped spanking, unzipped his fly and hauled out his seven incher.
	The girl attempted to caress her searing ass but the preacher warned her not to.  The girl wept some and crinkled up her body in her distress.  The preacher worked his organ and began slapping it against the cheerleader’s reddened cheeks.
	Only a few smacks and then he was working himself up between her legs.  The girl twisted some and worked her legs working her panties to her ankles.  With some fancy footwork the red cheerleader panties came off and she opened her legs to better receive…

	The Narly Two:  the school was host to schooling young parishioners and one such young’un was receiving a copious amount of extra-curricular instruction.  A teacher in her early thirties sat on her knees before said student, he was approx. eleven years young.  Gently the teacher, Ms. Hamilton, worked the boy’s typical day jeans down, underwear followed.  Ms. Hamilton had long flowing blond hair, green eyes, 32Bs.  Nice hips, good legs, and a gentle touch as she worked the young man’s cock into a stiffening fever.
	As the boy’s dick grew, Ms. Hamilton “went down” on him, gobbling his little pecker whole—sucking him fully including taking in his virtually hairless nads.  Her hands worked his ass, squeezing his buttocks and increasing her pressure suck on his wang.
	The boy, Charlie Lester, enjoyed the special instruction, he stood grinning while looking down to his teacher’s bobbing head.  His cock popped out of her mouth a few times, Ms. Hamilton languished the slicked up schlong against her face and furiously tried to get him to cum (on her face.)
	When unsuccessful in that venture she stood up and pulled down her panties.  She wore a plaid skirt and it easily was undone to fall to the floor.  Young Mr. Charlie’s eyes focused on the woman’s fur pie—his first actual live viewing of such.  Into her chair she sat herself, pushing the arms down, then placed one leg up onto her desk with the other stretched outward.  She then guided her young lover between her legs and guided him into her cunny.
	Charlene Hamilton’s hands continued caressing the boy’s ass all the while his pud worked itself into her sex.  She cooed to him, encouraging him and schooling him in the art of fucking.

	The Narly Three:  general discipline in public schools range from Suspension, Expulsion, the ever popular Detention, note to the offending student’s parents.  But not at Holly and Logan’s church school.  Here in classroom 110 there was another form of punishment ensuing, due to the bickering of two particular students of opposite sex.  One was a young girl of eleven who was kind of snobbish while the other was a lad who was picked on—bullied.  He was bullied not only by the boys of his class but by the girls, too!

	Finally, the boy took up the gumption and stuck up for himself—by slapping the face of Lori Metcalf.  This had surprising results—good and bad.  The good was that finally the boy was sticking up for himself and had gotten the admiration of some of his peers.  The bad was the bitch he slapped told on him.
	The Good was that the person Lori bitched at was on Fary’s side.
	The Bad was that they BOTH were going to get spanked.
	The Good, Fary liked it.
	At recess the two were in Ms. Beverly’s homeroom discussing the altercation.  Ms. Beverly knew the position young Fary was in and was well aware of the bullying he was getting from fellow “Christian” students—and finally he had snapped.  Unfortunate for Lori to be the one who had pushed him too far.
	Both knew that a spanking was in store; Lori, though, assumed that since SHE was the one who had been slapped, SHE wouldn’t be spanked, only Fary.
	SHE was wrong.
	Ms. Beverly DID take Fary first, laying him across her lap.  The boy clenched his ass, bit his lips tightly together, held his breath and waited.  Lori stood behind askew being smug.
	The first smack came and shook Lori, it was a dramatic hard smack and Lori jumped.  Fary winced but endured the smack.  Another quickly followed—then another and another.
	With five hard HARD smacks to his ass young Fary was twisting and reeling.  But it was far from over.  “Stand up.” he was told.  Fary did so, rubbing his ass and struggling not to cry.
	Then to Lori’s shock Ms. Beverly undone Fary’s pants and pushed them down to his ankles.  Fary stood in plain white briefs.  Lori stared for a moment in awe but showed no other remorse.
	Fary was pulled down across his teacher’s lap; she wore a blue denim skirt, like most of the teachers did—well, the female teachers anyways.  As he was once more positioned, Ms. Beverly pulled his briefs down.  
	Lori’s mouth opened as she stared at searing red bare boy ass.
	From her position she couldn’t see his naughty bits, but that changed when Ms. Beverly pulled the girl closer to the chalkboard—moving her so as she could get to the bottom drawer of her desk—to retrieve another custom paddle.

	The paddle was wood—with many small holes in the center, ¼ inch thick, two hands breadth wide, curved and being some sixteen inches long.  Made of mixed woods pressed together and coated with a strong lacquer it had swatted many a butt in its time.
	Fary had no idea and lay across the woman’s lap anticipating another harsh spanking.  He had no idea what lay in store for him.  Lori stood in total shock—she had no idea what lay in store for her, either…

*

Where the Horseflies Bites cont.
	His balls slapped near in time with the ticking of the great grandfather clock he could hear in the living room.  His mind was in a blur and there was no concentrating on anything else but to cum.  
	James did manage to gaze upon his sister’s jiggling nearly adult titties and smile to her.  Mary Ellen wasn’t smiling but only striving to get her brother to cum so she could go on to something else.  Her pussy was fevered and desperately needed to cum, the banana and soda bottle and other assorted items had been of help, but hot fucking cock was better—way better.
	Just as James Robert began to cum,
	“Ahem!” said a voice from the stairs that emptied into the kitchen.
	“Oh shit!” blurted Mary Ellen.
	Brother Jonathon made his appearance, shaking his head and smiling.
	Brother James didn’t stop a beat and kept going until he DID get cum.
	When James was done, Jonathon took a turn.
	In the middle of Jonathan’s turn James got onto the table where Mary Ellen was being “turned” and stuffed himself into her willing mouth, she herself cupping his balls and devouring him whole.  Jonathon smiled and drove his bone furiously into his sister’s cunt.

	With cum soiling her cunt and dripping from the corners of her mouth, Mary Ellen sought solace in the family barn.  Horndog brother Jonathan and James had gone off elsewhere and maybe—just maybe, Mary Ellen could diddle herself in peace.
	Straddling a small bale of hay Mary Ellen lay partially naked with fingers friggin her sopping wet box and the handle of a wood chisel reaming her asshole when…
	“Well, what do we have here?”
	Mary Ellen’s daddy had made an appearance	
	Like old times, Daddy Shaun smacked his daughter’s bare ass with his bare hand.  Normally he had used a belt—but it depended on the severity of the punishment needed—if a window had been broken that was a hand smack, if a bad word was used in anger—then that called for the belt.
	All the Gallowy children were taken out to the woodshed—behind it, and “assumed” the position; that was bent over with clothes at the ankles.  The lashing commenced thereafter and just when the flesh of the ass being punishment turned a brilliant red, the application of something else came to be.
	Mary Ellen couldn’t remember the first time she had been introduced to the “extra” punishment—she figured she had been at lest nine, maybe ten.  She didn’t know for sure but figured the boys also had been dealt in the same manner.  But she didn’t know for sure.
	The last time she had been taken out to the woodshed she was about thirteen.  
	“Well,” drawled Shaun, “what we got going on here?” although it was only obvious.  He picked up the chisel and gave the wooden handle end a looksee over, then looked to his semi-distraught teenage daughter.
	Slowly Mary Ellen had begun pulling up her clothes, but her Daddy shook his head, ‘no you don’t.’
	“I think I got something better than this.” he said tossing the chisel down; he then undone his pants and made a head nod indicating to Mary Ellen to resume her previous position.
	Somewhat reluctantly Mary Ellen did so.
	With enthusiasm Daddy Gallowy caressed her ass, smacked it not so hard and then took a long gander at her crack and furry muffin.  With one hand he continued to caress the bared ass, the other hand worked his freed cock.
	Mary Ellen waited, occasionally she stole a look behind her, over her shoulder or up between her legs—she saw her Daddy masturbating and then saw him taking his belt…

	The first smack nearly sent Mary Ellen thru the hay wall stacked before her.  Her ass was on fire right from the start.  She cringed and waited.
	Another smack just as hard as the first hit fired up her flesh, followed by two more before…

	Before the belt fell away and was replaced by the smacking of her Daddy’s cock to her burning cheeks.  By then, though, Mary Ellen could scarcely feel anything and she be damned if she were going to shed any tears.  When she had been younger it had been different, as she grew older and still received an occasional bare ass smacking she defied crying.
	Though she hadn’t been taken to the woodshed after she was thirteen, she still got her pants/panties pulled down and bare ass smacked with a hard Daddy hand while standing braced against him for some offense or another.  But it had been a couple years since…
	(and even more years since she had been pounded up the ass)
	Daddy Gallowy’s cock went slowly but dramatically into her hole.  Mary Ellen gripped the hay that had begun to bite into her bare belly.  She couldn’t think, couldn’t concentrate, barely breath as inch by inch her Daddy’s dong moved into her hole.  
	Suddenly, though, her hole relaxed and allowed the incestuous penetration.  Daddy Gallowy had made full anal entry and began the tedious task that was sodomy.  He done so before—many times, to ALL the Gallowy children who had been taken to the woodshed for discipline.  After a rash ass beating they were fucked up the ass as a part of the discipline.
	Daddy Gallowy’s hands griped his daughter’s hips and moved effortlessly into her anal tract.  Mary Ellen’s face grinded against the hay bale all the while she frigged herself—not thinking of her Daddy reaming out her asshole, but of Magic humping her poon.
	Curiously she wondered if Magic’s horsey dick could fuck her assshole?
	Naw…

	It took only a few minutes for Daddy Gallowy to get his nut, when the orgasm came he shoved himself fully into Mary Ellen’s hole and pumped vigorously as his seed exploded forth from his daddy cock.  Mary Ellen had managed nicely bring herself to orgasm while she was being sodomized and it was good.
	Her Daddy pumped and pumped, strained and strained until there was no more and his cock began to soften.  Slowly he pulled out and slapped his foul organ about the girl’s ass.  Mary Ellen rested, her pussy was sopping wet and still tingling and in dire need of more than a finger fuck.

	Daddy Gallowy was only too happy to oblige—this after plucking up her panties, wiping off his dick, and then languishing it about the girl’s juicy quim.  Mary Ellen turned herself over, parted her legs and gave her daddy a look—an indifferent look—one of which, “get it in and fuck me like I know you want to or get the hell out/go away.”
	Shaun stared at his eldest daughter’s cunt, he generally beheld a “stoic” face, stone face to give no indication of his mood one way or the other.  He worked his cock, it was half and half, and continued to stare at Mary Ellen’s poon.  As far as Mary Ellen knew, none of the girls had ever been “fucked” by their Daddy, just up the ass during discipline.
	As Daddy Gallowy leaned in, rubbing the head of his dick up and down Mary Ellen’s slit, Mary Ellen took over “working” the cock and masturbated him until he was once more “hard.”  Then smiling just a little she guided his prong into her sex and they commenced to a righteous bout of incestuous lovemaking.
	When done—it was not over.  Daddy Gallowy lounged on his daughter, his cock pumping precious liquid love against her mound, his hands squeezed her young teenage breasts and the desires soared.  Mary Ellen wasn’t sure for certain but thought THOUGHT she heard him utter Erin’s name during their fuck fest.
	Slowly Shaun pulled himself up along Mary Ellen’s nude body, placing his prick between her lovely simply-fucking lovely titties.  Mary Ellen pushed the nominal sized teen titties over her Daddy’s cock and he began to pump.  With Shaun’s cock seven inches and then some it very easily touched Mary Ellen’s lips; she greeted the pumping unit with laps of her tongue which soon turned to diddling the man’s spunk hole which soon led to engulfing the head.
	That only led to fully taking the prick into her mouth.

*

	The horseflies buzzed as they always did, they were annoying pests that no chemical seem to work against them.  Mary Ellen lay on her back on a hay bale dragging Magic’s semi hard horsey dong against her poon.  Her legs were up along its heaving belly and the desire was strong for the beastly act.
	It was early morn, very early.  Several minutes had she lingered at the barn door, waiting for a light or a sound of a house door to squeak open.  There was no sounds, no lights—only the insidious buzzing of horseflies.
	Mary Ellen made her way into Magic’s stall…