August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 19
A story of cumming of age

Status: At Large
	Patient:  Cameron C Colter
	Age: 36   Race:  Caucasian   Weight: 180  Height:  6’0”
	SSN:  xxx-xx-xxxx   Hospital ID:  xx-xxx-xxxx
	Martial Status:  Single   Date of Birth:  xx/xx/xxxx
	Primary Physician:  Dr. Melvin B Ukle
	Education:  Medical Student 3rd Yr. at Charlemagne Central, IL 
	Patient has no previous history of suicides
	Patient is classified with anti-social behavior
	Patient has a genius IQ unclassified
	Patient does not respond well to medications
	Mental Summary
	Results of mental status examination revealed an alert, attentive individual who showed no evidence of excessive distractibility and tracked conversation well.  The patient was casually dressed and groomed.  Orientation was intact for person, time and place.  Eye contact was appropriate.  There was no abnormality of gait, posture or deportment.  Speech functions were appropriate for rate, volume, prosody, and fluency, with no evidence of paraphasic errors. Vocabulary and grammar skills were suggestive of intellectual functioning well beyond the average range.  
	(interviewer noted in notes that the Subject made Interviewer nervous)
	Second examination performed by clinical psychologist Dr. Abigail Brahms  Date of Exam:  xx/xx/xxxx

“The patient's attitude was open and cooperative. His mood was euthymic.  Affect was appropriate to verbal content and showed broad range.  Memory functions were grossly intact with respect to immediate and remote recall of events and factual information.  His thought process was intact, goal oriented, and well organized.

	“Thought content revealed no evidence of delusions, paranoia, or suicidal/homicidal ideation.  There was no evidence of perceptual disorder.  His level of personal insight appeared to be good, as evidenced by ability to state his current diagnosis and by ability to identify specific stressors with precipitated the current exacerbation.  Social judgment appeared good, as evidenced by appropriate interactions with staff and other patients on the ward and by cooperative efforts to achieve treatment goals required for discharge.”
	However, another psychological interviewer (Janie Bashier) was found naked, sprawled out on her desk with various items inserted into her vagina and anus from the desk.  She had been raped and sodomized but had no recollection of the assault.  She could not identify the Subject as the one who attacked her and there were no “evidence” to suggest his presence.
	Future examiners of Subject Colter were required to have security guards present.
	Dr. Vance Hy concluded “After extensive interviews with Patient that along with his anti-social behavior there should also be included his unnatural tendency for sexual deviancy.  Dr. Hy recommends Patient Colter should be castrated completely and secured with a straight jacket for the remainder of his life.  Patient should have no contact with any other person and should be placed in a secure padded cell with 24/7 guards watching him at all times.”
	Dr. Hy’s advice was not followed.  Only one other psychologist agreed, three others who examined Cameron C Colter did not and they managed to scurry away Patient “X” to a remote lockdown facility where he could be “studied.”

	Staff Security Report   Date:  xx/xx/xxxx
	Reporting Officer:  Don Westhouse  Senior Deputy  Night Shift
	“At the 10PM bed check Patient CC Colter ID x-xx-xxx was found not to be in his room.  The door to Patient’s room was found to be unlocked.  Patient’s room was undisturbed; neat and tidy with no hospital equipment missing—only the patient.
	“A search of the floor found Senior Staff Member Night Shift Attendee Jason Macklin in janitor’s supply room number two; his throat was slashed and he had expired.  Clothing and keys missing from victim; ID card, security card, and right forefinger.

	“Security Door #5, Sec. 2 was operated at 9:40PM.  Severed finger of Staff Member Macklin was found at location—used for identity purposes.  Staff Member Carolynn McNeil was found naked at Nurse’s Station #1 secured on the control console with her arms and legs spread open.  Macklin’s vagina had been sewn to close the vaginal opening.  No evidence of sexual assault.
	“Inner security door opened at 9:50PM.  Staff Member Ry Ny found stuffed into the air vent—the soda machine was placed to conceal the air vent.  Ny was found alive but could give no description of attacker.  Ny’s clothing and personal belongings were missing.
	“Outer security door opened at 9:58PM.
	“Subject Patient CC Colter was seen by security camera alert leaving the grounds at 10:01PM.  Patient last seen at main gate walking west on Ramsey Rd.
	“Subject status Date xx/xx/xxxx 11:50PM  AT LARGE”
	  end report

I’m a baaaaaaad boy!
	Paul Neese and his best friend, Bill stood back admiring Paul’s new ride; a ’69 Camaro.  Hot orange with black stripes, custom mag wheels, killer sound system, glistening chrome bumpers and trim.  It was bitchin’!
	“Dude,” sparked Billy, “yer sure to get laid (in the car) now!”
	Paul grinned but didn’t say anything.  He turned and made way into the house, he had to pee.  Billy followed.  The Neese was a nice house, high hedge rows, big ass trees in the front sloping yard, two-story blue siding house with white trim.  Big fucking house (with no pool!)
	Inside the house was strangely quiet—which was unusual ‘cause Paul had three other siblings plus their ever present friends.  But all was strangely quiet.  Paul made his way thru the living room and then to the short hall to the first hall bathroom—and paused as something caught his eye.
	“What the fuck!?” blurted his pal from behind them.
	In the kitchen was the family Neese and friends—and two strangers Paul didn’t know.  And one was naked! 

	A not too tall woman vamp stood stark naked, mid sized boobs, a shaven cunt, medium length brownish hair.  A wicked smile was on her lips as she held Paul’s thirteen year old brother to her body holding his bare nuggets!
	What the fuck!?

	As Paul and Bill entered into the kitchen—it was chaos; thirteen year old Lonnie had his pants and underwear down at his ankles, the naked woman holding him held his balls—tight!  Paul’s sister, Polly, was also in peril—her panties were down at her knees and holding her was a wicked looking man with wild psychotic eyes.  A huge kitchen knife there was poised up between the girl’s legs, her Summery dress hiked up to reveal the fact that the blade was right at her vagina.  The wild man had a wild dangerous look in his eyes… 
	“Take off your clothes.” he said.
	Paul nearly lost his breath.
	Present, too, was oldest sibling, sister Pam, and her friend, Darla; they were eighteen.  His sister Polly had a friend present, too, Carlie. So was the Neese family mother, Sandy.
	“TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!” yelled the naked woman.
	Paul didn’t know what to do.  He was confused.
	Carlie let out a sudden scream and in the afternoon light that filled the large kitchen, blood began to coat the butcher knife.
	Paul undone his pants and pushed them down.
	Cold staring wicked eyes pierced Sandy Neese, she had at first been ill when the wild man came into her kitchen.  She didn’t know how he had gotten in or how he had managed to subdue her family so fast; then she was angry.
	But with her family in peril there was no denying the man’s wants; she pushed her greenish slacks down, stepped out of them and stared at the man defiantly.  Of course, that was only the beginning.
	As Sandy continued getting to her Birthday Suit, the wild man sneered in a seemingly leer to her.  It unnerved Sandy, but for the sake of her children she dropped her bra and stood in her French-cut lavender panties.  The wild man licked his lips; he needed a shave, a haircut, and then slapped silly for his vileness.  She tried to take in the man, his looks for later identification.  She stood returning the man’s defiant sneer back at him.
	It didn’t piss him off, though, it only enthralled him.
	“TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES!” yelled the naked woman again.
	Her words were directed more to Paul and Billy.  Paul had removed his shirt but still had his underwear on; his pants at his ankles.  Billy had pulled off his shirt only.
	Lonnie’s eyes bulged with pain as the vamp holding him squeezed his bare nuggets to the point whereas it was unbearable.  He let out a very emotional outburst statement, “TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES GODDAMNIT!”

	Paul and Billy stood naked.
	The Neese family matriarch stood naked.
	Pam and Polly undressed and stood naked; Polly trembling and weeping so in terror.  She had peed in her panties and everyone knew it, there was a significant wet spot on her tight jeans and a nice puddle on the clean kitchen floor.  
	“Get on the table, Mom.” said the wild man.
	Sandy didn’t know what was up, she was slow to respond and her son screamed out in distress as his testicles was once more squeezed tightly.  The wild son-of-a-bitch man holding the blade to Carlie’s vagina sniffed her hair, then began licking the top of her head.  Sandy felt ill again, a sickening ill.  She knew in the back of her mind this was all going to go badly, very badly.
	So it was hoped that “compliance” would be better than defiance.  She sat on the edge of the round breakfast table and waited.  She was nude.  Save for her daughters her sons had never seen her naked.  In that she sat up straight defying the wild bastard’s desire that she be so vulnerably exposed.
	Paul didn’t pay too much attention to the fact that his Mom was nude, or his lovely hottie sister.  Billy, however, did.  He had always lusted for his friend’s Mom, and Paul’s sister!  (she was a hottie!)
	“Lay down.” the wild man said.
	Sandy laid out on the table.  Her sex was exposed for all to see.  She breathed hard in her disgust but she denied breaking down—denied herself as well as the bastard fucker who was making her so vulnerable.
	“Excellent!” cried out the man.  He smiled and hugged the young girl, relaxing the pressure of the kitchen knife to her slit he had been slicing.  His eyes fell and locked onto the boy, Paul.  
	“Come give Mom a lick!”
	Paul looked pale.  His mouth fell open and he began shaking his head.  A quick glance he gave his Mom, just to her pussy.  He shook his head seriously, ‘no way—no way!’
	Lonnie screamed but was unable to blurt out any words, his eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets.
	“It’s okay, Pauly, just do whatever he says.” Paul’s Mother said to him.  Paul(y) licked his lips still shaking his head.  He had broke out into a full body sweat, his cock was flaccid but dangled three inches off to one side.
	Slowly on nimble trembling legs he shuffled to position himself before his Mom’s opened legs.  His eyes locked in on her furry burger.

	“Give it a lick, Son, lick it good!” the wild man cooed.
	“I-I cant!”
	“If you don’t there will be more than blood to wipe up from the floor.”
	Little Carlie of whom the wild-mad man held bulged her eyes and began to weep uncontrollably; blood trickled onto the shiny kitchen blade and Pauly went down on his Mother’s cunt.
	Pam hung her head, it was a sign of no hope, hopelessness.  She knew that by day’s end she would be raped—and probably by her brother(s) as well as the mad wild man.  She clenched and watched in mild horror as her brother lapped their Mother’s pussy.
	As Paul licked out his Mother’s twat, he got wood.  He had no control over that.  Her pussy was furry, trimmed but in need of a fresh shave.  It was musty with the slight hint of “pee.”  
	Sandy opened her legs for her son to get at her; she tried desperately to keep from getting turned on (or horny.)  that just wouldn’t do.  Clenching the edge of the round table she denied the good feeling her son was bringing out of her.
	Paul licked, sucked, and nipped his Mother’s cunt lips.  It was actually his first time being so up close and personal with a cunt, his first time actually ever going down on a cunt!  But already he seemed to be a pro about it.
	Soon the sixteen year old’s cock screamed for attention.  On his own Paul gripped his throbbing bone and cranked it.  That was when the wild man had him stopped licking his Mother’s cunt and stand up.  The boy complied and all eyes fell upon his nice teen prick.
	The wild man smiled in a Devil’s leer; he looked to Pam, licked his lips and looked to her nervous weeping sister, Polly.  His eyes returned to Pam, “come give brother a blow.” he sneered.
	“Oh my God!” she blurted.  She sighed deeply and rubbed her stomach; she shook her head, closed her eyes tight, then was angry.  She did, though, shuffle to her brother and go to her knees.
	“Haven’t you sucked it before?” asked the naked vamp massaging  clutching tightly Lonnie’s balls.
	“NO!” bitched Pam angrily.
	“Don’t fucking lie to me, bitch!” rapped Kara, “I fucking know, I can tell if you have or haven’t and if you’re lying,” she squeezed Lonnie’s balls, “I’ll squeeze ‘em off!”
	The wild man smiled with a nodding approval—and he barely had to do a thing to revert her to her wild side…

	Before God and everyone present in the kitchen, Pam supplied the confirmation—she had indeed sucked her brother’s cock before.  
	“More than once?” the vamp wanted to know.
	Yes, more than once.
	More than twice, too.
	“Did you swallow?”
	Pam clutched her stomach and body as a whole.  Those intimate things were of a personal nature and no one else’s fucking business to know.  Squeezing back the tears and anger she nodded that it was so—she had sucked her brother’s dick AND swallowed his spunk.
	“Up the ass?” she was further probed.
	“No.”
	“In the cunt?”
	Pam held back, her lips trembling she firstly shook her head NO in defiance—but the true answer was Yes.
	When she was twelve and Paul 10, she let him fuck her cunt.  
	“When was the last time you let him fuck you?”
	Pam squeezed her knees together trying to hold back verbally saying.
	“A few months ago.” she said under her breath.
	“Say it again,” said the vamp, “LOUDER!”
	“A few months ago, bitch!” yelled out Pam.
	The vamp was pleased, but reached out with sudden quickness and slapped Pam’s face with an incredible force.  The teen was sent sprawling to the floor and lay curled in shock.
	Patient CC Colter was pleased with his pupil, very pleased.

	Paul’s toes curled as his sister before God and everyone in the kitchen sucked his dick.  His eyes flickered, sweat ran like rivers all over him, his ass muscles flexed and only just after a minute or so of Pam servicing him than did he feel the stirrings in his loins.  And soon juts of his love cream was shooting out his johnson and into his sister’s mouth.
	“Squirt it onto her face.” the vamp said.
	Paul pulled his prong out of his cocksucking sister’s mouth and ejaculated onto her face as directed.  There were a few good squirts, splashing onto her nose, chin, and cheeks.  When he was drained, Pam was directed to work his cock, suck it some more, get him hard again.
	For a teen boy like Paul, that wasn’t too hard do to.

	Although he had gotten a stiffy while watching Paul’s naked sister suck off his best friend (Paul), Billy Mansy got a serious stiffy while watching his best friend’s sister (Pam) get up on the table and finger herself.  Then his serious stiffy got even more stiff when best friend Paul positioned himself up against his own Mom and stuff her!
	“Holly shit!” Billy blurted.  He couldn’t help but stroke himself and his eyes went from watching his friend’s ass bobbing up and down to watching his friend’s sister’s bobbing up and down.
	“Come over here,” said the vamp, “you can see better.”
	Billy sidestepped from where he had been to be right behind Paul’s ass, but back a couple of feet.  With the new angle he could see Paul’s cock sliding in and out of his Mom’s twat.  There was the curious sound of their illicit lovemaking inner mixed with the general weeping of the children surrounding them.
	Billy was captivated at watching the fuck in progress; Paul’s balls slapping, cinching up tight during an orgasmic strain; the woman’s cunt juices flowing, Paul’s juices coating his cock and balls; slurping sound of cock sliding effortlessly into a hot box.
	Then there was the lovely eighteen year old Pam.  She was a hottie!
	Pam had a nice rack, a great ass that was not tight per se but kind flabby.  But that was alright, it was not hideously flabby but sexually appealing.  She was a trim gal with a country girl appeal to her although she was a city girl.  Lovely hair of reddish brown, she always smelled of orange blossoms, had a great smile and a wondrous laugh.  She was always nice and kind of flirtatious Billy thought.
	Her triangle caught his eye and he watched with awe as she frigged the top of her poon, her legs flopping about; her titties, too, jiggled and brought Billy to the brink of cumming off right then and there.
	“Cum give your brother some relief.” spoke up the vamp.
	“He’s not my brother!” snapped Pam sitting up.  But she slipped off the table and placed herself before the masturbating Billy anyways.  She had never sucked Billy’s cock and only once gone down on a boyfriend.
	“Is HE your brother?” asked sultry-like Kara to Pam.
	Pam gulped and looked nervous as she nodded her head.
	The vamp smiled and waggled the boy’s cock, it was shriveled up as his tender nuggets were in dire agony.  She nipped the boy’s ear then put her mouth to his bare shoulder (she had Pam pull the lad’s shirt off).  As she sucked on the boy’s shoulder she had Pam suck on her non-brother’s cock.

	Meanwhile, on the table, Paul fucked his mum.
	Meanwhile, CC Colter smiled, leered, and lusted.  His frapped mind took in the essence that was sex that was slowly enveloping the room.  It was a scent that sent him, seethed within him, percolated into his mind of a time before.

Flashbacks
	Melannie Russel was out with friends—she needed the time off; raising three girls on her own, deeply involved with her church, finishing a grueling college course, and starting her career.  Her oldest child was fifteen and quiet capable of minding her other two children who were eleven and six.  So it was no big wonder when at 7PM a pizza delivery man appeared at the quaint home on the church grounds—with a large pepperoni/pineapple pizza.
	The Russel home was a three bedroom abode nestled among tall nut trees and magnolias.  It had a fenced yard with garage.  Two homes were to the left, one more to the right.  The main church was across a great parking lot.  The homes were nestled up against a great grove of trees that were on the bank of a great canal.  A huge enclosed field containing cows, chickens, and goats was askew to the homes, a small church park to the one side where the two other homes were.  Only the Russel home was currently occupied.
	Fifteen year old Rachael had a friend over watching rented movies and talking about their favorite subject—boys!  At the door was a lanky man, goofy looking appearance, in his 30s Rachael guessed.  He wore a red shirt with the pizza company he worked for emblazoned thereon and carried a pizza box of which Rachael could well enough smell the wondrous scent that was pizza.
	She saw, too, out by the fence a pizza delivery truck so she had no indication to be frightful or leery.  The girls were all giddy about the pizza, it was just what they were wanting and knew that their mother had gotten it for them.  The man smiled and said it had already been paid for, too.
	Then he asked if he might trouble them for a glass of water.
	Rachael said Yes.  As she went to put the pizza box on the kitchen table, the man stepped inside—shutting the door behind him.

	The three bedroom home was not immaculate—not with three girls in the house.  Kinda messy, cluttered, unkempt.  Clothes, books, and general stuff scattered haphazardly everywhere.  The tv was on and some fanciful rented movie played on the video machine.  A parakeet chirped in its cage in a corner.  There were plants, too, but no other animals.

	The home was small despite being a three bedroom one.  From the front door there was the open 12 by 12 living room, the first bedroom was the girls room, they shared one room and under all the clothes and general crap there were some beds.  There was then nextly the hall bathroom—directly across was a small kitchen.  A laundry room next in line to the right with a door leading out to a nice patio with barbeque.
	The next bedroom had been converted to an office and was equally cluttered, but with books and computers and more books.  The last room was the girls’ mother’s room—it had its own bathroom.  And like the other rooms, messy.
	All the “action”, though, took place in the living room.
	The tv was switched off and all the lights save for one necessary table light turned off.  The door was locked and done so from the inside.  The girls were all powerless and had no choice but to obey the pizza man.
	The pizza man’s first order was, “get naked.”
	When the order was immediately obeyed he slapped the air with a two-inch wide belt.  The belt had been hanging on a nail by the first bedroom.  Pizza man took it for his use, too—it was used against the girls by their mother.
	Rachael and her friend, Gail, were the first to strip down to their skin.  Both knew what was eventually going to happen.  Both were virgins, both admitted handling a boy’s cock, but neither had sucked a boy.  Both had let a boy fondled their bare breasts but neither had let a boy do anymore than that.  Both were curious about sex, including oral and anal.  Neither girl was curious about sexual relations with each other.  Both girls had seen their Dad’s naked, Gail had seen her Dad screwing her mother.  Rachael had seen her Dad screwing the church secretary—which was why he was no longer in the Russel family.
	Neither girl had ever been molested.
	Rachael had to coo to both her young siblings, six year old Ruth Anne was the worst; she had peed herself and was very frightened.  Rachael wound up undressing the girl herself.  Gail had no sisters or brothers.  
	Rachael was a tall girl, at fifteen she was almost six foot!  Thick blond hair she had, thunder thighs, but a decent butt.  Her poon was neatly trimmed and she had a marvelous set of teenage hooters.  The Pizza Man liked—a lot.
	Gail held her hands before herself, scrunching up her adequate teenager hooters, mostly trying to conceal her bald beaver; but put her hands to her side when the Pizza Man barked at her to do so, snapping the belt and making everyone jerk.

	Whether or not he utilized an EMAD was not clear.  But he seemed to have some sort of power over them for Rachael laid down on the sleeping bags and her clothes, opened her legs, and began fingering herself.  She admitted to being an avid (daily) fingerbanger.  She frigged her box daily and her sisters knew it—they did so, too, as Rachael had taught them the fine unique pleasures.  
	Gail was also but did not do so in front of the Russel children.
	Rachael’s mom had caught Rachael and Gail fingering, they were scolded but nothing more came of it.  And still, neither girl had any sexual desires towards one another.
	Pizza Man firstly went down on Rachael’s funky twat—this after stripping off all of his clothes and standing stark naked before them all.  The girls all stared to the nude stranger, gawking at the size of his cock, his balls, and all.
	Rachael had heard of being “eaten out” but didn’t know exactly what it meant.  The Pizza Man flicked his tongue to her cunny and though the situation was a horrid one, she tingled and pissed on his face just the same.
	Pizza Man didn’t mind the urine splash—it only enticed him moreso!
	He licked, suckled, nipped the girl’s moistened cunt lips, driving his tongue into the gash; shoving a finger into the girl’s equally virginal asshole sent the teen girl into a euphoria no fingering of her cunt had ever given her.  
	Only a few minutes of cunt munching did the Pizza Man provide before he crawled up and positioned himself on top of the one he munched.  Rachael tightened up in anticipation.  The other girls huddled on the floor, Ruth Anne squatted giving a shot of her bare beaver to the Pizza Man unknowingly.
	Rachael tightened up more as the presence of a mighty foreign object pressed its way into her cunny.  Her eyes bulged, her mouth opened wide, her nipples perked up and every fiber of her being tingled.
	There was the brief sharpness of pain as her hymen was breeched.  The man’s throbbing prong went slithering inward thereafter—pulling out to hump the gash before reinserting to fully make vaginal entry and complete the fuck.
	Rachael actually humped back, her hands clutched at the man’s sweaty backside and somehow disallowed the pain and discomfort that came with a first fucking.  Pizza Man worked his schlong with expert ease, slowing his pace then speeding up; arching his back he pumped masterfully with a quickening pace bringing the hapless girl to a wondrous orgasm her ownself!

	Mid way thru, Pizza Man focused on the naked Ruth Anne.  For six she was a frail looking thing, there’s lily white and then there’s—zombie dead.  The girl needed some sun.  Her golden hair needed something, too—it was full bodied and blond—very-very blond.  Incredible blue eyes, though, ruby red lips, and not much of a body—but she was six.
	Pizza Man directed her to get on her hands and knees, “face down, ass up.”
	Ruth Anne had stopped sniveling and complied with the command.  Pizza Man humped her sister and lusted heavily, leering at the six year old’s ass, asshole, and cunt licking his lips.  It gave power to his cock and he began to speed up his efforts.
	For Lanna, the pretty eleven year old was directed to lay out beside her sister and “diddle” herself.  The girl complied, opening her legs and revealing a nice virgin cunny.  Pizza Man was pleased and continued stepping up his pace screwing her sister.

	It was vile, it was incredible, it was sensational, it was horrid, it was rape.  But all in all, it was one hell of a fuck.  Afterwards she lay still, exhausted.  Her cunny smoldered and she had to frig it.  She needed a shower, she was sweaty all over and tingled all over.
	Pizza Man sat back smiling, admiring his cock work.  Picking up the girl’s yellow panties he wiped his schlong, then wiped Rachael’s cunt.  His eyes then went slowly to the naked Gail who was sitting on her knees close by.
	After a long stare to the Gail who became nervous and very uncomfortable—not caring to be so naked and vulnerable and knowing that like her friend, she was going to be violated—the man told her to come forward.
	She started around her prone friend but the man stopped her, “no.” he said with a sneering smile, “over.”
	At first Gail didn’t get it.  ‘over?’
	“He wants you to go over Rachael.” Lanna said cracking her head back to Gail.
	Gail swallowed a lump then began crawling over Rachael.
	When she was in “position” the man stopped her, “that’s enough.”
	Rachael closed her eyes, clenched her cunt, and knew what was possibly next.  Gail was mystified and clueless.  The Pizza Man stood up on his knees, stroked his pud and waggled it right before the stricken teen’s nose.
	“Suck it.” he told her.

	When she didn’t immediately do so, the man picked up the belt and smacked her bare ass.  Ruth Anne shrieked and fell to her side, clenching her little lithe body into a fetal position.  Lanna stopped fingering herself to lay still and wait.
	Gail bawled.
	The belt whipped her again and again until the girl fell onto her friend highly emotional.  Pizza Man wrenched her head back with a hard hold of her dark brown hair and jammed his foul cock into her mouth.  He then humped for several intense moments before pulling out to hump her pretty though tear stained face.
	After calming himself he moved around to the girl’s back end, smoothed his hand over her bum and lusted.  His cock was already rock hard but for the moment he held off.  Applying tongue he shocked the girl, the girl beneath her, and the two girls on either side.
	With his tongue application and his finger he determined well that the girl’s poop chute was very virginal.  Pizza Man licked, probed, nipped the cheeks, and found penetration would be tough.  But undaunted he smiled and asked for an item…
	“Do you have a candle?”
	“A candlestick?” Lanna asked back.
	“Yes.”
	“Yes.”
	“Please get it for me, will you?”
	Lanna hurried up and fetched a candle from the kitchen.  When she returned she sat nakedly right beside the sweaty vile Pizza Man and watched in awe as the red dinner candle went sliding into Gail’s asshole.
	“Whoa!” blurted Lanna her mouth open wide.
	Pizza Man gently but forcibly slid the wax phallic into the tight sphincter, pushing it in deeper and deeper; twisting the 8-inch “cock” all the way.
	Gail was not into this invasion and fussed.
	When her fussing pissed the Pizza Man off he made use of the belt and turned her ass as red as the candle going into her.  She cried into Rachael’s cum drenched cunt.
	Pizza Man pulled the waxy phallic out—its long shaft no longer “red” in wax color but a narly shade of poo brown.  It was cast away and the man stepped up, pressing the head of his manhood to the puckering porthole.  
	“Want to help out?” he asked Lanna.
	The timid girl shrugged, licked her lips, pulled her lips in, and “guessed so.”

	Pizza Man smiled and directed her to come around, straddling Gail’s head, lean forward down Gail’s body and pry open the girl’s butt cheeks.  Lanna complied and Pizza Man made anal entry.
	Gail’s body tightened up all over, clenching her asshole even tighter about the invading tool.  Lanna held the girl’s cheeks, her mouth open wide but there, too, was a noticeable grin.  She was in awe and curiosity.  Pizza Man pushed the head of his cock into her hole and continued until he was IN.
	Gail’s cries of distress were muffled as she unknowingly buried her face into her friend’s snatch.  Little Ruth Anne still lay curled in a fetal position, sucking her thumb.
	The Pizza Man had most of his manhood ramming in (and partially out) of Gail’s rectum.  The girl wrenched her body about and breathed heavily into Rachael’s cunt.  Lanna was almost giggling!
	Pizza Man finally erupted a gigantic blow of love juice; it squirted DEEP in one massive shot.  Pulling out he ejaculated the rest onto Gail’s ass, shooting the last bit onto Lanna’s face.  If his cock wouldn’t have been so befouled (with poo) the girl would have most likely sucked it (willingly!)
	Gail’s hole captivate Lanna, she was fascinated at how it was so stretched out—in a round way.  Then she was awed more as it began to shut back to normal, squeezing out the goo that had been spilled within.
	The Pizza Man had to take a break.  Scooting back he fondled his cock and balls, sighed deeply and waited.  Lanna unclenched herself from about Gail’s neck and watched the man play with himself.  
	“How ‘bout a slice of that pizza?” he asked.
	Lanna had forgotten all about that.
	She got up to go fetch, the man followed her saying to the two teen girls, “lick each other’s pussy, if you move I’ll beat not your ass but the others until they bleed.”
	Gail wailed and cried into Rachael’s cunt, Rachael began flicking her tongue into Gail’s cunt; the man’s cum drippings oozed down from Gail’s smoldering fresh fucked asshole.  
	No change from Ruth Anne.
	In the smallish kitchen Lanna offered a washcloth—then eyed Pizza Man’s dirty cock.  The man smiled to her and she washed his schlong, balls and all.  Pizza Man went to his knees, embraced the girl and placed his tongue into her mouth.
	Lanna was not opposed but she was still frightened just the same.  
	After some kissing, Pizza Man caressed the girl’s butt, squeezing, fingering her hole, then while standing (on knees) fingered her cunny.  The girl gushed, blushed, and got nipple-hard.
	Pizza Man was cock hard.
	After a slice of pizza each and washing it down with some soda, Pizza Man placed Lanna on the square 1950s kitchen table.  Before munching her, he checked the status of Rachael and Gail; they were happily dinning on fur burger supremes.  Happily?  Well, maybe not happily…
	Lanna’s cunt was marvelous.  Pizza Man liked and liked it a lot.  Just the right age, actually; soft, supple, with just a hint of peach fuzz coming in.  Lanna oohed and awed as she was munched; the man’s talented tongue dancing in her quim made her squeal with delight and she tweaked her own nipples until suddenly there was a pivotal moment shooting thru her young body she had never experienced before.
	Pizza Man kept his vigil sensing an impending orgasm.  Lanna began to call out as she squirmed on the Formica surface, her breathing quickened with bouts of heightened excitement.  Pizza Man was graciously awarded a nice face coating of girl cum moments later.  He lapped up all the juices, fingered her virgin dirt chute then proceeded to nail her tingling snatch.

	In the front room Rachael had regained or recovered enough to stop tonguing her friend’s cunt.  Gail had merely engulfed Rachael’s poon, breathing into the crevice.  Her asshole still hurt—a lot.  She felt as if she were still pushing out the man’s wicked cum.  
	Rachael tried to get her baby sister to come around, to get up and check on Lanna and the Pizza Man.  But Ruth Anne remained curled up into herself, sucking her thumb.
	Rachael had a time getting Gail to move off of her.
	“He’ll catch us!” wailed the girl.
	Rachael didn’t care and moved out from under her friend.  When she stood she saw into the kitchen and saw her sister Lanna being raped.  She fell to her knees feeling very ill.  Gail sat up on her knees to peer into the kitchen as well—she fell away to curl up into a fetal position…

	Lanna went a little berserk, enjoying both sides of Pain and Pleasure before experiencing something like an orgasm.  Her errant lover blasted a great deal of spunk into her cunny and then spilled another massive load onto her cunny.  

	She was carried into the hall bathroom; her pussy was sore, her thighs and body as a whole.  Pizza Man showered her, massaged her cunny and while drying her off, laid her out on the bathroom floor to lick her poon some more—then re-fucked it!
	When Lanna began to wail, “It hurts!  It hurts!” Pizza Man placed his hand over her mouth and continued his humping.  The child wriggled on the floor amass the wet towels being totally driven—it somehow was different than being fucked on the kitchen table.  
	At length, though, he stopped.  He lay off to one side of her and made her feel uncomfortable by placing his hand about her neck.  She lay still and waited.  With his other hand he fingered her sore aching poon.  At length he arose and left her.
	Lanna remained as she was, frightened and worried, concerned, and relieved.  Then she heard the belt.

	“Come here and suck my cock!” the Pizza Man demanded.
	But frightened little six year old Ruth Anne wasn’t unclutching herself for nothing—despite the repeated smacks of the belt to her sister’s ass.  Sister Rachael lay on her back, sitting on her face was Gail who had Rach’s legs pinned back under her (Gail) arms.  The Pizza Man’s cock partially hard was poised to make anal entry into Rachael’s asshole, but needed to be stiffened a bit more and he wanted Ruth Anne to help him get that way.  When she refused, big sister Rach paid the price.
	The belt snapped in the air and then snapped to Rachael’s ass.  The girl screamed loud enough to literally wake the dead—but her screams were mostly muffled by Gail’s furry cum stained cunt in her face.  
	“For God’s sake,” Gail yelled, “do what he says—suck his fucking dick!”
	but poor Ruth Anne couldn’t unclench herself.
	So Pizza Man went to her, wrenching her up to a standing position and began whipping her violently with the belt.  
	“I’ll do it!” said Lanna coming into the horrid situation.
	Pizza Man held firmly the little sister, pinning her arms so as she couldn’t protect her defenseless ass.  “No,” he said, “I want HER to do it.”
	Ruth Anne required almost half an hour to calm herself before she almost willingly took the horrid man’s cock into her mouth.  During which time Lanna sodomized Rachael with a variety of candle sticks—various lengths and widths.  (she also had to turn about to have her ass to the Pizza Man and show him she sodomizing herself with the same candles.

	Finally Ruth Anne received the man’s cock; she sucked and sucked, gagged, retched, sputtered and nearly vomited.  But at last the Pizza Man deemed his cock was stiff enough and with Lanna’s handiwork, guided it into Rachael’s poop chute.
	He held nothing back and dutifully humped disregarding the discomfort to himself and especially to the girl.  It took only two minutes to reach orgasm.  By then he was pretty well spent.
	But he wasn’t done.

	A little after midnight Melannie Russel returned home to find her house in chaos; eldest daughter Rachael was greeted at the door—sort of.  She was on the floor, her arms and legs splayed outward, secured by laundry line twine.  In her vagina was a 2-inch wide seven inch red candle stick super glued into place.  Her vagina had been shaven, too.  Another candle stick same dimensions was glued into her asshole.  Her breasts had been glued together and mouth taped shut tightly by duct tape.
	Gail was found with her knees glued to her ears.  Her hands and ankles tied together tightly with laundry line twine; in her vagina not a candle stick but a banana.  Her poon had been shaven cleanly and the banana glued in place.  The handle of a screwdriver had been inserted (and glued) into her asshole.
	Young Ruth Anne was unsecured, and unglued.  She was had no items stuffed (or glued) into her body but there was strong evidence to suggest that she had been raped and sodomized.  But there was no DNA evidence, no sperm deposits or even smears could be found.
	Lanna was found candles in her pussy and asshole, but not glued.
	She was the calmest of them all.
	When all was said and done, a trip to the hospital and specialist and then back home, Lanna kept to herself, as did the others.  Lanna often played alone out in the backyard with her favorite teddy bear—on the left wrist of Mr. Bear he wore a gift given to her by the Pizza Man, a hospital  ID band…

*

forced repulsion
	She was repulsed greatly by the horrid deed set forth before her; her stomach knotted and she began to retch.  Somehow, though, by closing her eyes, she followed thru with the command given to her by the naked vamp, “lick that pussy clean.”

	The “pussy” was her Mother’s pussy, the “clean” was because it was coated in gobs of fresh spilled spunk from her brother, Paul.  Pam gagged but lapped up the goo just the same.
	Brother Paul stood back leaning against the stove flopping his aching cock.  Pam’s longtime close friend, Darla Nix had slipped out of her clothes during the time Paul fucked his mother.  She was a nice one, tall, trim, hairless poon.  A butterfly tattoo was on her poon at the top, lightning bolts on the sides.  There were tan lines and the girl had a decent body.  Very decent.
	Her command from the “vamp” was to suck Paul’s cock.
	The girl had never sucked a guy’s dick—ever.
	She HAD, though, whacked a guy’s cock off.
	Her pussy was virginal, but not her asshole.
	With Carlie and Lonnie in dire distress Darla dropped to her knees and broken took Paul’s cock and sucked it (like a pro.)  Paul liked, but tried not to show it.

	Bill Mansy took up position—sinking his teenhood into his best friend’s Mom.  Luckily he wasn’t quizzed and didn’t have to verbally answer that “yes, I’ve always wanted to fuck her!”
	He fucked the woman, taking his time, his cock slipping out but managed to go back into her sex for a few more seconds of serious screwing (before slipping out again.)
	It wasn’t too visibly clear for sure whether or not Sandy Neese enjoyed an orgasm herself—but her breathing had escalated to a heightened point of rapidness; she perspired all over; clenched fingers to the table’s edge, and undulated (all over.)
	Billy Mansy came.  He gave a mighty thrust and when his cock was stretch to the limit he unleashed a torrent of ball juice.  Sandy’s juices coated his balls.  The boy gave a mighty satisfying “ah” and then virtually collapsed onto her.
	Paul’s love juices trickled out the corners of Darla’s mouth.
	Darla suckled his balls (as per command from the vamp).
	Once more Pam had to clean her Mother’s cunt, which repulsed her again.  But more repulsion was to cum…
	And she didn’t have to wait for it, either; after her Mother’s cunt was lapped clean of Billy’s spunk, the wild man licked his lips and glared at her to defy him.  Pam stared at the man and the blade he held to Carlie’s pussy.
	“Get on her face.” the man said.
	‘Huh?’ Pam needed clarification.

	“Sit on her face, bitch!” yelled the vamp.  She squeezed Lonnie’s balls and the boy cried out.  Pam climbed onto the table, Billy climbed off.  Pam settled her pussy down onto her Mother’s face.
	“Lay down, keep licking her.” the wild man said.
	Pam closed her eyes and tightened up her face, it was abhorred to comply with the man’s commands; giving head to her brother, his friend, her little brother was one thing, but cunt licking her own Mother?
	But she did it for the sake of Carlie and Lonnie.
	As Pam licked her Mom’s cunny, the wild man directed Paul to “get behind her.”
	On trembling legs Paul moved behind his sister.  His Mom was distressed and sickened at what was happening to her family.  His eyes locked in on, though, his sister ass.  His sister had a nice ass.  A nice ass.  A really nice ass.
	Sandy had to hold open her daughter’s ass—thusly allowing son Paul to engage in the immoral act he was told to do—“fuck her asshole!”
	First, though, he had to “lick it”; for two-fold reasons—because and to get his dick hard again.  The boy wasn’t into cornhole licking; cunt licking yes, shit hole licking, No.
	But as his sister Polly’s young friend, Carlie, screamed in peril, Paul applied his tongue to Pam’s cornhole and licked.
	“Suck his dick.” the wild man said, indicating to Polly to slurp schlong of Billy.
	“Come on, you’ve always wanted to, haven’t you!?”
	“NO you sick bastard!” yelled back Billy.
	Polly backed up against the counter, mouth open wide.  There was no way, no fucking way she was going to gobble dong.
	Until that is Lonnie began screaming.
	Polly crumbled to the floor, curled up and began to weep uncontrollably.  The family as a whole, friends included, began to freak.  Paul stood up, Pam sat up and a grand cacophony erupted.
	It was momentary.
	The wild man in need of a shave, haircut, manicure, lobotomy stood up “ENOUGH!”
	A quiet fell upon the family (and friends).
	“We’ll do this another way…” he said with a sneer.
	He looked to his Mistress, the vamp smiled and looked to her Master with a gleam of sincere naughtiness.  “Shall we proceed?” she asked.
	“In good time.” he replied.  He stepped to her, jerked her head back and jammed his cock into her gullet.  “Uhm, that’s good Master!”

New Beginnings
	Walking the distance back home wasn’t easy, her legs trembled and were weak, her cunny itched, her nipples ached, and she couldn’t shake the intense feeling that still lingered in her body.
	But at least her debt to Ike’s general store was paid…
	Walking up to the Gallowy home she found no vehicles present.  That was good.  All was quiet and serene—better still.  Carefully and quietly she made her way in and to the kitchen sink to wash her face.  She knew her family (or thought she did) and knew their whereabouts (or thought she did); so she thought she had time.
	Off came her dress followed by here undergarments.  A quick wash of her naughty cunny and then it was off to the 2nd floor and her bathroom.  She needed a scrubbing.  (what she needed was more dick…)
	As she made the top of the stairs she heard a curious sound:  bed springs squeaking, a bed bouncing.  Curious she tread softly encroaching down the hall pausing at all the rooms before coming to Jonathon’s room, as the oldest he got to have his own room.
	She found her eighteen year old college bound son naked on his bed jerking off.  It had been awhile since she had seen him naked—she stared in awe and couldn’t take her eyes off of his schlong.
	Jonathon stopped his handiwork, spurts of his juices jutted from his piss slit, his cock throbbed and he looked almost in a panic.  Sure he had been busted or near busted jacking off before, so had his other brothers and sisters, but this time was different—his Momma was nude!
	“What do you suppose we should do about that?” Olivia said sauntering just to the threshold.  Jonathon’s eyes took her in; she was in her forties, she was his Momma, but she was a looker!  
	Jonathon licked his lips and positioned himself better on his bunched up pillows.  His body was not rugged or muscular, he was destined to be a writer and not someone who followed a laborious lifestyle.  His cock pulsed and enticed all who gazed upon it—like his Momma.
	Olivia slowly made her way across the room.  Jonathon’s eyes widened, his balls cinched up tightly, his cock throbbed.  
	Not a sound was made, save for when she crept onto the bed and the springs sproinged.  Jonathon gulped, sweated, and lay in some fear; fear of the unknown, the yearning, the desire, the complex perplexity.  Mostly, though, the fear.
	What would she do?  
	What she did was wrap her fingers about his prong and squeeze.
	Jonathon liked—a lot!

	Jonathon would have been happy with the handjob, and thought even a blowjob would be good—but he couldn’t see his Momma sucking his dick.  But then again, he couldn’t see her actually squeezing his dick, either!
	But she didn’t give him a blowjob; instead, she swung her legs over his body—straddling him.  Then she moved her hips up and positioned her cunny over his pulsing/throbbing cock.  Slowly she guided his missile into her sex.  Jonathon placed his hands onto her smooth hips and ass as she lowered herself down onto his prong.  Together they began to hump with Olivia doing most of the work.
	Nothing was said, what could there be to say?
	Jonathon caressed his Momma’s ass, squeezed the flesh and admired her bouncing Momma’s titties.  He had a hard time keeping his cock from shooting off its wad in less than a minute—he strove to make it at least last until the two-minute mark—at least!
	He made the two-minute mark, but felt screeching surges of his goo squirting dramatically in his shaft and out his piss slit.  Gripping his Momma’s ass he humped up into her; they fell to their sides and humped madly—arms and legs akimbo.
	Suddenly the apex of their illicit union erupted into a finale; they embraced and melded their sweaty bodies together, their lips found one another, too.  Deep unleashed passion exploded between them and long after the climatic surge of orgasmic bliss did they wallow on the twin bed in illicit bondage.
	The Gallowy Family.
	Shaun Jonathon Gallowy, his wife Olivia Lizabeth, their children; Jonathon the oldest at eighteen, Mary Ellen at seventeen, Mason at sixteen, Erin at fifteen, Ben fourteen, James Robert at twelve and Elizabeth at eleven came into the New World a few days later.  
	During the “few days” Olivia became aware of some of her family members’ naughty side; she found in the barn Elizabeth and Aimee naked in the hay “enjoying themselves.”  She found Mason and Ben “enjoying” Erin.  She found James Robert “enjoying” watching sister Mary Ellen enjoying a horse cock.
	When she found James Robert jerking off watching his nude sister sucking off a horse, “don’t waste it.” she whispered to him.  The boy was almost startled to death, his hiding place was behind a crumbling rock fence; beyond was a small clearing and the remains of a lone homestead.  A horsey was there and Mary Ellen was under it, sucking its dick.

	Olivia was naturally appalled, incest was one thing, bestiality was something unheard-of and deplorable.  But then again, maybe she was missing something?
	Anyways, sitting beside her young son she took over masturbating him and as he reached the pivotal moment of ejaculation she pushed down her dress from off her shoulders.  She wore nothing underneath.  As a bewildered James began to spurt his cock was directed to his Momma’s mouth and tits.  James still stunned watched in awe and fascination.  His Momma squirted all his juices onto her body, then pulled him onto her face so as she could slurp his musty nuggets.
	Minutes later in the same locale as gray clouds began to form and cool air began to bathe the forbidden union of Olivia and her son, Mary Ellen happened by.  She was clothed, sorta, and walked the horse she had been “servicing.”
	She couldn’t utter narry a word as she saw to her disbelief her Momma and brother stark naked with James Robert on top of her.  In her mind it didn’t compute.  It wasn’t horrid but it simply didn’t register.
	“What the--?”
	“It’s alright, Mary Ellen,” her Momma said, “wont you join us?”
	Mary Ellen had her shirt on, but it was undone and there was no bra.  She licked her lips and needed a few minutes to gather herself.
	“Nice horse.” Olivia said in mentioning.
	“Marsha’s horse,” close friend—very close, “she’s out of town today but her horse is here—I-I was just, I-I was, we were going to go for a walk and I-I--”
	“We know,” James Robert chortled, “we saw what you were doing.”
	Mary Ellen nearly fainted dead away.
	When she recovered she shucked her clothing and lay down beside her Momma and brother.

	Once in the New World there was a lot of that “laying beside the brother” business.  Among other positions.  The mingling of August the 1rst family and the Gallowy family went well.  August, Ted, and Kevin enjoyed a “variety” the Gallowy family provided—inasmuch as the Gallowys enjoyed the variety August’s family had to provide.
	The two families got along well together; the menfolk did the hunting, fishing, and constructing of cabins for the enlarged family (and “families soon to be).  The womenfolk did everything else.  Typical.  

	The Dodson family had come along (with the Gallowys) but Mr. Dodson wasn’t doing well, his heart had taken a toil on the transition of worlds and needed serious bed rest.  His naughty wife, Corabeth, though wanted to get to know each of the August Family members intimately stayed by his side most the time.
	Aimee enjoyed the August Family, though, and they enjoyed her.
	It was good to have a “variety”; August very muchly still enjoyed his family—Ted, Melody, Kristy, Holly, Annie, and Kevin.  There, too, were his kittens, Cinnamon and Pepper along with the minotaur Sasha and the human child he had rescued, Robin.
	Ted and Melody were still an “item”, and even moreso with Melody’s pregnancy.  Of course, it wasn’t quite known for sure who was responsible, but August had assured them both that Ted was the one.  Melody was approx. three months along so she still enjoyed a “variety” of cock to her three holes.  After accidentally coming upon Shaun Gallowy peeing in the woods out behind the structure he was building,
	“See something you like?” he quipped in a so-so sarcastic way.
	Melody was pretty, different than his own biological girls—she had blond hair.  But otherwise the rest of her body was about the same as Mary Ellen and Erin’s, mostly Erin.  
	The Gallowy family had been in the New World a month, their “story” had been told (individual) and they had loosely mingled—but not yet engaged in otherwise sexual activity.  Not yet.
	After Shaun had “peed”, he flopped his poppy-cock and made no moves to return it to his work pants.  Melody focused on the schlong, for sometime it had only been August’s cock, Ted and Kevin’s ever present horny cocks.  (she, too, had spread her legs for the curious kitten, Pepper.)
	She never minded the urine taste as she diddled Mr. Gallowy’s cock, she stroked the manly member, squeezed it, then engulfed for a delicious suck fest lasting several minutes.  
	Shaun was in glory; he stroked the blond girl’s head and when she had brought him to orgasm he shot deeply down her throat.  Melody took it all; gulping the delicious spunk as a tasty treat.  When he was “empty” she worked his cock to get the very last drop.  Then she peeled out of her one-piece catkin coveralls.  
	Slinking in the bushes and piles of debris and planks of wood of the construction site Elizabeth, James Robert, Aimee, and Annie watched in awesome awe as the Gallowy Daddy fucked Melody.  It got the kids horny, of course!  

	There was good chemistry between Kristy (who needed an “A”) and Erin.  The two girls often scurried off by themselves collecting/gathering nuts, berries, root vegetables, and the like.  When they got tired of that, they stripped off the catkin one-piece overall and slipped into one of the many available ponds in the area.
	Ted and Ben watched them—and soon joined.

*

	“So what do you think?”
	“I do not know, not for sure, but I believe it means “sanctuary”, a place of security from intruders, a protected place.”
	“Hmmmm, that doesn’t hold water.”
	“Hold water?”
	August smiled to his blue skinned mythical friend, “It means it doesn’t—its not absolute.  Like if you hold water in your hands, some of the water will trickle thru your fingers anyways.”
	The minotaur smiled, nodding his big bull-like head.  “Ah, me understand—does not hold water.” he smiled at his new insight.
	The writings and symbols on the cave wall down from the cabin intrigued Sasha and he had a bit more insight on those than did Melody who had studied them previously.
	“But “sanctuary”,” August shook his head, “if this is supposed to be sanctuary,” pause for dramatic effect, “how are we, you, here?”
	“Something is wrong.” concluded Sasha.
	“Well, in my Birth World, a whole hell of a lot of things are wrong, those green tornadoes, the vortexes, your kind and other creatures--”
	“The parallels are disintegrating--”
	“Disintegrating, breaking down?”
	“Yes, coming apart and no longer capable of holding in their own universe.”
	“Why?  Why is that happening?”
	“I do not know, but probably there is either some one, or thing, behind it, or it is naturally occurring.”
	Neither postulation was good, but probable.
	“I wonder if there is a way to stop it?”
	“If it is naturally occurring, then I would think No is the answer.”

	“And if it is having help?  An outside source, someone forcing the degradation of the parallels?” August had come to understand that in the Parallel Universes, with there being so many, each “mini” universe had a sort of force field to protect it from “intruders.”  Somehow, that protection was eroding.  If naturally then so be it, but if not—then someone was behind it forcing the force fields to disintegrate thus allowing the blending of the other parallels—thusly allowing stronger forces to overwhelms populated worlds—like August’s Birth World.
	“What’s happened to the catkins?  Do you know?”
	“I believe they are all in hibernation.”
	“Hibernation?  My mate never spoke of such.”
	“Hmmmm, the hibernation of which you understand is different than that of the actual term; the catkins of Katonia hibernate in fear and protection—they enter a mysterious world where none can find them.”
	“But after so long a time I would think that they would “come out.”
	“Perhaps something has happened to them, as well, in their world.”
	“Maybe what’s happened to the catkins has caused what’s happened to the parallel force fields.”
	“You could be correct.”
	“We need to find them.”
	But the “plate” was full; according to Sasha, militaristic ratkins were capturing human kin and animal kin from various parallels.  For reasons unknown and no want to be known.  
	And not all minotaurs were bad.  There were gray-blue skinned minotaurs and blue-gray skinned minotaurs.  The gray-blue skinned minotaurs were militaristic and evil, distinguishable by their bright blue mohawk.  The kinder more sublime blue-skinned minotaurs had virtually no hair but small bull-like horns.
	Like August, Sasha had a “Key” enabling transport between the parallel worlds, to and fro and all around.  The “key” was a “warbler” (as August called it) a device much like a diver’s watch—big with a round face, sweeping hands, small dials, indicators and so on.  Enabling the device emitted a warbling sound that distorted the parallel wall that separated the worlds.  
	But neither device was working correctly and neither August or Sasah had the full working knowledge of the ancient catkin device to make them work.  But James Robert Gallowy did!

Mack’s big wad
	The Mom came rushing out half expecting to find her son in peril from stepping on something sharp, not expecting to find him naked with some half naked teenage boy behind him!
	The Mom, Caroline Shelpie, stalled out and couldn’t catch her breath at the horrid assault.  She nearly lost her cookies when see her young daughter in likewise peril; her shirt off, on her knees, with a strange man’s cock in her mouth!
	Then that was the last Caroline Shelpie knew of—for that moment.
	The next moment found her inside her home undressing herself.  A “voice” in her head was talking to her, it sound as if the Voice was speaking thru a horn underwater.
	But slowly she removed her blouse and shucked her powder blue slacks.  Slowly she saw a man, the same man who had had his foul cock in her eight year old daughter’s mouth.  Then there was the teenage boy beside him, still holding her nude ten year old son.
	The man and teen boy were also nude.
	At first Caroline didn’t know—understand what or how what was happening to her—then she did:  the bastard must be using an EMAD.  A quick glance to the EMAD detector at the backdoor revealed that it was operational but indicating nothing—no siren, no flashing light, nothing.  She swore under her breath, ‘$2,000 bullshit.’
	The nude man stroked his cock and beckoned her to come to him.  Caroline didn’t fully understand how an EMAD worked, but felt its power overwhelming her, compelling her to move against her will.  Against her will she moved to her knees right before the man’s massively extraordinary 8 inch plus cock.
	‘suck.’
	Caroline was repulsed by “suck”, she hadn’t given head since high school!  She didn’t care for it and had resolved never to engage in such frivolous and disgusting foreplay.  
	But then again she had no choice.
	As she sucked Mack’s cock, beside them Allen Jough fingered eight year old Shannon’s cunt.  Mack had at first not seen Allen as one who would be so perverted—in the beginning he had been contented with the porno his mother provided.  Mack had no idea the boy had deeper desires of the unnatural kind.
	Which was okay by him…

	Ten year old Shane rubbed his ass (and fingered his fresh fucked asshole).  He stared near blankly at his nude sister and mother; between his legs was a stiffy…
	Allen remained clutching the eight year old, his cock right between her legs with the head poking out.  He fingered deliciously her young unfucked cunny, running his hands up and down her fine nude body—he was enjoying the outing with Mack.
	As Mack was ready to cum a cell phone went off.
	Mack hated cell phones; but not so much as the cell phone itself as the idiot person who didn’t have the sense to be able to live without one.  What in the world did people DO without cell phones before they were invented?  Sure they were a help for business and “keeping in touch” but the User often did not know how to turn the fucking thing off for more than 1-second of any particular day!
	They were a nuisance—they were everywhere—everywhere; in the churches, movie theatres, schools, beaches, and public bathrooms!  And of course the biggest bitch was the idiot user using the cell phone while driving.  No conversation anywhere could go 1-minute without one or the other person in the conversation receiving an Incoming Call.  They were in the stores while shopping, they were in the restaurants while dinning, they were at all sporting events, they were even in bed while fucking!
	Mack had Caroline turn around.  The cell phone continued relentlessly and began to get on his nerves.  After two minutes of continuous ringing it ceased—for fifteen seconds.
	Mack was hard into Caroline’s pussy, but angered by the incessant cell phone pulled out of her cunny and jammed his way into her crapper.  It was as virginal as her mouth.  And like her son, she gave out a mighty yelp of distress.  Mack held nothing back and reamed the woman’s hole with great reverence.
	The Incoming Call rang for one minute then stopped.
	Mack continued pumping like it was a religion—and it was!
	As he entered into that world of extreme pleasure he directed the young Shane over to stand before his mom.  The terrified boy clutched his balls and ass and did as told.  His young sister had been laid out on the sofa cushion and was heartily being eaten out by Allen.
	Caroline was slowly losing her mind, trying to hold on to what little she had left; she retched and choked on the horror that was upon her—in her.
	‘suck his dick.’

	The command she heard, the words she understood, but they didn’t make since.  She retched more, was smacked on the ass and her hole reamed all the deeper.  Caroline screamed but her screams were muffled as her ten year old son’s cock was pushed into her mouth by a hard smack to his ass from Allen’s swift hand.
	The cell phone went off again.
	Infuriated Mack searched for and found the incessant device and unceremoniously rammed it into Caroline’s asshole.  He shoved the whole thang into her creamed hole, pushing it in until her anal rim closed in around it.  As her anal muscles tried to poop the phone out he shoved it back in even further—pissed off he rummaged thru a nearby desk until finding what he was searching for—a tube of super glue.
	Oh no…

*

	It was a long walk back to the Jough house; thru the alleys, crossing the street and backtracking thru other alleys—all to keep out of sight as Mack and Allen walked (clothed) Shane and his sister Shannon (also clothed.)
	Once inside the Jough house, though, the clothes came off.  Allen hadn’t finished with Shannon yet, Mack had the girl take her place on the cushioned coffee table…

	Although Amberly enjoyed sex with her son, her best friend, her best friend’s son and his girlfriend—the kidnapping for sexual purposes of others was a bit much.  But she didn’t voice her disconcert—but Mack was aware of it just the same.
	With Shannon on the coffee, naked, the boys rallied around her in preparation.  The girl’s naked brother, though, was to get first dibs.  The young boy’s mind was mostly gone so he was susceptible to mind link input without much hesitation.  He knew that on the table was his sister, he knew that around him were naked boys and girls, and a couple of women.  He was nervous, concerned, confused, and needed focus.
	Mack provided the focus blotting out the boy’s confusion centralizing his attention to the nude girl before him.  Shane stared at the nude girl, her nudeness, her pussy, her chest, her pussy…
	From behind him Jennifer Jobber stroked his little pud, caressed his hairless balls and guided him to his sister’s cunt.  Jennifer’s mother was turned on by the events and latched onto Mack’s cock, sucking it nicely.

	Jennifer glided Shane’s cock up and down Shannon’s sex, easing the head expertly into the crevice.  Shane liked—but was still confused.  Jennifer plugged his hole, working her finger up into his rectum.  It somehow enticed him and his so-so stiffy got stiff!
	Natural instinct took over after breeching the girl’s quim, young Shane went at screwing his sister and “broke” her in nicely in under three minutes.  When done, her panties were used to clean her up.  Jennifer pulled Shane over to a spot on the floor, laid herself down and pulled the young bewildered boy on top of her for a nice fuck.
	Meanwhile, 
	Shannon squirmed as Allen Jough took his cock to her, she required more suitable breaking in by small dick, but Allen got the go ahead from Mack.  A not-so go ahead was from his Mom, but she only conveyed her disdain at what he was doing.
	Allen slipped himself into Shannon’s pussy and drilled.
	But not deeply.
	The young eight year old pussy was tight, very tight.  But Allen was cool with it and didn’t rip the child’s pussy—just humped for a minute or so and pulled out.  
	‘Jane, suck his dick.’
	Jane Korbett closed her eyes tight at the command, she and others like her (Elaine, James, Brian, Shanna, Anna, Nolan) were allowed to “be themselves” but nothing more.  Their fate was sealed—they lived nakedly and performed various sex acts as told via a mind link to do so.  
	So Jane, acquired from the restaurant a while back, with Elaine, crawled on all fours to the hard hand stroking Allen.  The fourteen year old had a nice body, a nice butt.  Her teenage titties were not too big, round, and had an overall good shape to them.  As she posed on her hands and knees Mack paused to enjoy her ass.
	‘open your legs more.’ he minded to her.
	Jane complied—it provided a nicer look to her glory hole.  There wasn’t much light in the living room and what there was cast shadows on Jane’s ass.  Kathleen gobbled happily on Mack’s tool, his splooge was soon happily squirting down her throat.
	All the boys, though, had teen cocks and so it was brother Shane who got the task again to hump his sister.  And it was Jennifer again who guided him into her crevice—this after Jane sucked and sucked and sucked him.
And brother Shane got to hump and hump and hump.

	After breaking in his little sister for the 4rth time, it was deemed that she was ready and capable of taking on the other swing hard cocks of the house.  Her brother was well worn out and begged for no more.  
	Shannon was a cutey, true and true and all the swinging hard cocks of the Jough house looked upon her with sincere lust.  Her fine nude body although merely eight and a half years young suited them just fine.  
	Allen got the next dibs.  His mom watched, Mack watched them both.
	Shannon whimpered, clutched the coffee table and received Allen’s fifteen year old cock.  This time, the boy went all the way in—he held nothing back.  He didn’t go ramming into her, he was gentle somewhat.  Mack knew, though, that if his Mother was not present he would have not been so gentle.
	All eyes were upon Allen as he fucked the eight year old.  The girl’s young nipples perked up as she flailed about helplessly.  The presence of the teen cock in her pussy did not overly thrill her; her pussy was sore from the repeated day long fuckings from her brother.
	Amberly showed concern for the young girl, Anna, Jane, Elaine, and Shanna did as well.  They all sat nakedly on their ass, arms about their knees, watching and waiting.
	Allen finally entered into that realm of joyous bliss—his body tightened, arched, and began to strain.  Kathleen the only other adult looked onto the scene with a smile, she was fingering herself with nipples very erect.  Mack had pulled her over to his side…

	Allen Jough left Shannon with a very sore pussy, well fucked, and coated in jiz.
	‘Shanna, lick her pussy clean.’
	The timid private school girl from the hiway town crawled over to the hapless girl and stared at the spunk spillage—it wasn’t her first time noshing twat—she had licked cum off of the other girls, too—but she still didn’t care for it no matter how many times she did it.
	After the twelve year old had completed her task, she was directed to suck on Allen’s cock.  Allen, although enjoyed a good cocksuck, was in that realm of discomfort.  His eyes fluttered and his young teen body rolled about on the floor in some agony.
	‘don’t let that cock out of your mouth.’
	‘if it comes out, you’ll get a spanking.’
	Shanna wept some but maintained her latch on Allen’s prick until Mack minded her to stop.  She came to suckle on Mack’s balls thereafter.  Allen went to the bathroom for a long hot and then cold showering.
	The fucking of Shannon on the coffee table continued.
	Thirteen year old Nolan Thompson took up position nextly; the  reigning champ of a televised arcade championship had a fine body—a little taller than most his mates his age; but of average weight otherwise.  His blond curly hair maintained good body although he hadn’t properly combed/brushed or washed it in many days.
	His cock needed a little “help” in getting hard, his mood was not into raping such a young girl—especially after she had already been raped repeatedly as it was.  But naked pussy was naked pussy.  And there was Anna, Jane, Elaine, Shanna, Jennifer, her mother Kathleen, the other woman (Amberly.)
	‘Elaine, suck his cock.  Get him hard.’
	Elaine hesitated a second or two but moved to the assigned task.  She engulfed the boy’s pud and sucked as hard as she could—mostly so as she could stop sucking.  She clutched his balls and smoothed her hand about his ass as she sucked.  Nolan’s ass clenched and seemed almost ready to ejaculate into her mouth—like he had already done so many times before.
	‘guide him into the girl.’
	Elaine looked relieved as she pulled her mouth off of Nolan’s cock, she bowed her head and seemed somewhat ashamed or something as she guided the boy by his cock to the quivering glistening cunt of the girl on the table.
	Nolan’s dick was sufficiently hard; he slipped into the girl, locked his arms to either side of her and began fucking.  He had fucked all the girls in Mack’s crew, including Kathleen the mother of Jennifer.
	The two boys Mack had turned to enjoy each other sexually took their turns, James and Brian.  The boys loved humping pussy and did so on a regular basis in Mack’s crew; but they had been re-wired to fully enjoy sexual naughtiness with one another strictly speaking.
	(James)  ‘you love his cock, you like playing with it; you love sucking it and watching it shoot its milky love onto your face, chest, and balls.  You love Brian’s cock, you love sucking his cock and having him pee on your face, chest, and balls.  You love Brian’s cock slamming up your asshole; you will spread your cheeks for him always.’
	(Brian)  ‘you love James’ dick.  You love making it hard and slamming it against your face.  You love sleeping with him naked, you love taking a shower with James and fucking his asshole.  You love having James shoot his cum onto your face.  You love sucking on James’ balls and licking his asshole.’
	But the boys, too, got to sink their puds into girl holes, too.

	Mack was last to nail Shannon.  The young girl was aware—very aware—of Mack’s massive presence.  She tried moving off of the table; Mack grabbed her by the ankles, locked the ankles and hoisted the ankles up.  Then he assailed her tender butt with his iron hard hand (literally).  The hand and arm were bionics and could go on spanking indefinitely.  But five minutes of tenderizing her ass would do.
	During the swatting Mack noticed Amberly slipping out of the room.
	With Jane and Shanna’s help Mack’s massive fuck tool glided into the stricken girl’s eight year old cunt.  When the head of his pole was in and a couple of inches thereafter—he jammed not so nicely the rest of the shaft in.
	Shannon freaked out.
	But there was little she could do but flail her arms and legs about.
	The other members of the Mack crew were stunned, they sat clutching themselves and watched the rape of Shannon Marshall.

	After several minutes Mack stopped—unleashing a torrent of man spunk into the unconscious girl’s cunt.  He barely had the strength to maintain himself.  Sitting back on his heels he directed Jane and Shanna to come lick clean the swollen cunt of Shannon; Elaine and Jennifer got to service Mack’s pulsing prong.
	A shower—he needed a long soaking shower.  
	‘each of you swinging cocks,’ he minded to the boys before leaving, ‘fuck her asshole.’
	‘you girls help, hold her, position her, hold her cheeks open.’
	‘when I come back I’d better see three gobs of cum in her asshole.’
	Nolan nodded that he had gotten the message, James and Brian did as well.  Mack left the room leaving the boys to decide on their own who would sodomize the unfortunate girl who had lost consciousness during her rape.
	Before hitting the shower, Mack peeked in on the missing Amberly and Allen—finding them on Amerbly’s bed slow fucking.  Mack was pleased; Amberly was on top!  She cocked her head over her shoulder but there was nothing he could garner from her blank expression.  He let her (and her son) be and took his cold revitalizing shower.
	He was soon joined by Amberly who continued to say nothing.
	Allen went into the living to get his turn at Shannon.