August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 20
Another story of cumming 

No rest for the Wickked
	“Ever see a girl naked before?”
	“Yes.”  Little girls, under seven; sister and various cousins.
	“Ever molest one of them?”
	“NO, man, that’s whacked!”
	“If you could get away with it?”
	under duress, “Maybe.”
	“You’d like to put it in a girl, wouldn’t you—a bitch your age?”
	“Yeah-yeah, I-I guess so.”
	“Put your dick in her ass?  Mouth? Or does it matter?”
	“Naw, I-I dunno.”
	Keeven Waynes tried to shake off whatever it was that was shaking him.  He was more than confounded and perplexed—more so.  He stood before a girl who was vaguely familiar—vaguely.  She was pretty, white, not homely, had some titties, a sort of shape, and was about twelve years old or so.
	The girl stared at him, not so much as frightened (although she was) but subdued in some way—like he himself was.  He was about half a head taller than the girl; she wore a grey girl undershirt, a yellow sweater-like thing that girls wore, and light gray slacks.  For twelve (or so) she wasn’t bad looking, just a year younger than he himself.
	“Take off your top clothes.”
	Keeven stared at the girl, watching her blue eyes widen and her mouth drop open wide.  “Oh shit, Dude!” Keeven blurted.
	Suddenly an ear piercing screech erupted into his ears.  By the look on the girl’s face he guessed she was getting the same.  The screech increased, the girl screemed, Keeven screamed; his vision began to cloud and he felt his nose running.  
	Then he blacked out.

	A sick feeling there was in his stomach, and then all over the rest of his body.  He was hot, he felt like he was going to throw up.  A buzzing sound was in his ears, in his head.  He lay still, on his side, on a wooden slat floor.  Sweat was heavy in his eyes; a few feet away from him was a desktop fan on the floor.  It took a while before Keeven could feel the cool air it was blowing.
	The sick feeling ebbed, the throbbing in his head ceased, and a voice he heard clearly—“Stand your black ass up!”
	Keeven felt like he had been in the ring with his father, the middle weight boxing champ of Cleveland Heights.  But somehow he managed and scrambled dutifully to his feet.  The girl was standing, too, her once pretty face was still pretty, but tear stained.  Her blond curly hair was messed up and Keeven was even more confused than ever.
	“If you don’t want to go thru that again, BOY, I fucking suggest you do what the fuck you’re told.  Got it!?”
	Keeven seethed at being called “BOY”, he knew it was more than just an address to the fact that he was merely thirteen, but because he was black.
	“Yeah, ‘motherfucker’, I got it.”
	“Now, again,” said a Voice of someone he couldn’t see, “take off your top clothes.”
	Keeven was more compelled to comply and pulled off his black leather jacket and green knit shirt.  He had a gold chain that matched the single gold stud in his left ear.  The buzzing in his head decreased to a low drone, the knot in his stomach remained but he was no longer sick.
	The girl before him gulped and tightened herself—she was great frightened.  With extreme trepidation the girl pulled off her top clothing and stood in a moderate bra covering her small “apples.”
	“The bra gotta go, too, sweetie.”
	The girl’s mouth hung open and she looked more frightened than ever.
	She mouthed the word “Please” but nothing came out.
	Keeven began to hear and feel the drone in his head increasing.  Seeing the girl’s eyes bulging he guessed she was hearing it, too.
	The boy grabbed the girl’s hands suddenly, “just-just do it, do whatever you’re told.” He spoke quickly for his sake as well as hers, he didn’t know exactly what was going on but knew if they didn’t do as they were told by whoever the fuck was telling them to do what—they would suffer.  And Keeven wasn’t into any of that shit.

	“It’ll be alright,” he cooed to the frightened girl.  Her breathing that had been soaring began to settle.  She nodded her head and he smiled to her.  White girls were alright, there were a few at his school and in his social, in the few minutes that he had been with the white girl in front of him—she was cool.
	She sighed, nodded her pretty head and let go his hands.  Slowly she undone the snap to her bra and let it fall away.  Keeven tried to keep his thoughts pure but the girl had some nice titties—despite the fact that they were small “apples.”
	“Like them titties, huh, boy?”
	Keeven seethed again at being addressed BOY.  
	He nodded, “Yeah, they’re ok.”
	“Go ahead, squeeze ‘em, then.”
	“Oh shit!” said Keeven.

	They were nice.  Real nice.  He answered truthfully when asked, “Ever squeeze a girl’s tits before?”  Keeven replied, No.  he had held his cousins on his lap, hugged girls who were family members AND was piqued by their bouncing chests—but his sexual thoughts towards them were nil.
	“Squeeze the nipples.”
	Keeven kept his eyes from the girl’s eyes, he knew she was in panic.  
	“Mmmmm, that’s nice, isn’t it?”
	Keeven didn’t answer, not even if he could—he was absorbed squeezing and rubbing the girl’s tits.  Sweat began to roll down his neck; he too, could feel tricklings between his legs.  For some reason he listened to the drone of the fan on the floor as it oscillated swirling cool air about the otherwise sullen room.
	The room—it was mostly bare, the walls looked like trees, tree trunks or something; the floor was one solid looking piece of wood.  There was a bed, a big bed, with the frame made of—wood.  A desk, a chair, a chest like his mother had at the foot of her bed.  No windows.  
	No, wait, there was some heavy dark curtains that he guessed beyond them were windows.  No door, though, although it could be behind him.  No other furnishings or even paintings.  He tried figuring how he got into the situation he was in—but couldn’t, it wasn’t clear.
	“Alright, that’ll be enough.”
	Keeven was suddenly brought back to reality—rubbing the girl’s tits.
	He sighed and stopped.  As he stood up as straight as he could with his hands to his side, he tried to give the frightened girl before him a smile, trying to convey to her “Hey, it’ll be ok.”

	“Take off your pants.”
	Keeven thought the girl before him was going to bulge her pretty eyes plumb out.  She began to breath hard and her sweet white face looked all panicky.  She began to shake her head.
	“Girl, you gotta,” Keeven said to her, “you don’t want to be on the floor again, do you?”
	Somehow his words did soothe her.  She closed her mouth and her eyes returned to normal size.  Her breathing, however, remained steadfastly in a rapid state.
	Keeven defied being embarrassed—defied allowing the “whoever” was commanding him the pleasure of showing fright.  He was Keeven Waynes, the son of a prominent boxer.  He was thirteen, a city boy from the state of Ohio.  He had seen the green tornadoes in the mid west, he had seen minotaurs (but not up close).  And he was aware of EMADs and what they were mainly used for.
	He was thirteen.  He knew basically what a girl looked like naked.  True, he hadn’t seen a girl HIS age naked, or older.  But he had a fair idea just the same.
	Where his shoes were he didn’t know, but he pulled his pants off and stood up straight again in his green diamond boxers.  It was then that he discovered his boner—it stuck right out the flap in his shorts.  NOW he was embarrassed.
	The girl before him wore green panties, bikini style.  She looked even more frightened than ever.  ‘just relax, we’ll get thru this.’ he conveyed to the girl.  Somehow. 
	The girl nodded, sighed, and waited.
	“Step up to each other,” the Voice said, hug each other.”
	“Oh shit.”
	“Stop saying that!” the girl finally said.
	Keeven smiled and stepped up to her.  Their arms went about one another and he knew his penis was up against her belly.  Again he was embarrassed but dealt with it.  Mostly because his arms were about the very near naked girl.  He himself was near naked, his pud was out and up against her—it was mind boggling.
	“Take your hands down, down to her butt.”
	Keeven’s heart beat hard and he felt the girl’s heart beating, too.  She shook and trembled and then tensed up as his hands came to rest at the small of her back.
	“Go inside her panties.”
	“Oh shit!” blurted the girl.

*

	Driven by panic and fear and untethered emotions he fled the highway no-tell/motel and made for other parts unknown.  Who he was he didn’t know, he had changed.  There seemed to be only one crucial element driving him—an unknown/untapped power.  It fed him, nurtured him, drove him to the brink of madness—sheer madness.  
	What he did and how he did it he didn’t know.  He was consumed.  In his possession was a device, a gadget, a thingamabob—it had consumed him.  Who he was he did not know; what he was he was…

	As Keeven hugged the girl, his hands down inside her panties, squeezing her ass flesh, he saw that there was someone on the single wide bed.  A girl.  A naked girl.  A naked young girl.  She was breathing he could see so she wasn’t dead.  She was another white girl and apparently asleep.
	Keeven’s attention was diverted back to his own predicament—his hard-on pressed up against the girl he was hugging—it was leaking!  A strong desire began to swell in him, he was a little mystified by it but understood the basic concept that was sex.  
	Keeven Waynes was raised good, attended Church, a private school, got good grades, and never cussed—in front of his parents or any other adult.  He was a “cool” kid, ‘specially when it was learned his Dad was a middle weight champ and had gotten the silver medal in the Olympics.  But Keeven Waynes, too, was a boy—a growing boy, a boy with raging hormones that drove him crazy—‘specially when girls walked about in short skirts, Summery dresses, tank tops, swimsuits.  Keeven found pleasure in humping his hand and/or bed thinking of what it would be like to be with one of those girls.
	“Slid her panties down—as far as you can.”
	Not a word from the girl but Keeven said it for her, “Oh shit.”
	But taking his own advice he “sucked it up”, sighed deeply, licked his lips and began pushing the girl’s panties down.  The softness of her ass was incredible.  He had held the hands of his cousins and other little girls, had squeezed a girl cousin (and other little girls), but never had his bare hands on another girl’s bare ass.
	On his own for a few seconds or so he smoothed his hand about the girl’s ass, slipping his fingers down into her crack.  The girl (with no name) rested her head to his shoulder.  She tensed up as he touched her private rim.
	“Sorry.” he cooed to her.
	The girl didn’t respond.

	“Do him, too.”
	Keeven could feel the girl’s body breaking, her body sighed as she sank, broken.  “Bastard.” she whispered.  Keeven almost chuckled, for a white girl she was cool.
	Whatever her name was, she slipped her hands inside the back of his boxers.  Slowly she moved her hands down to the crest of his cheeks and held them there—she didn’t know what else she was supposed to do.  Keeven could feel her nipples hard against his bare chest—could she feel his hard dick against her?  Probably.  Most likely.
	“Slid ‘em down—far as you can.”
	The girl gulped, Keeven tightened up and suddenly felt the need to fart.  Now would not be a good time.  His balls cinched up tight and he felt his cock was squirting as the girl’s hands moved his underwear down.
	As his undies were moved down he heard a distinctive  “Ahhhh.” It was not from the girl but from whoever the hell was controlling them.
	“Step back, now.”
	Keeven squeezed back the fart bubble and stepped back.
	His cock was hard and the knob glistened with his spunk.
	Spunk, too, was glistened on the girl’s chest.
	‘oh shit.’ he said to himself.
	The girl said nothing but looked straight ahead—but did look down to his black mamba.  Keeven somehow fought the urge to grip his dick and whack it.  The girl stood with her panties at her knees.  Keeven checked her with a quick glance—her poon had a slight covering her fur.  He wondered if she were a virgin?  She was about twelve but that didn’t mean anything.
	“I’ll give you a choice, sweetie,” the Voice said, “suck his cock or take a spanking.”
	The girl’s eyes bulged, so did Keeven’s.
	Some choice.
	The “suck” was okay by Keeven, but he’d rather get blown differently and in a different situation—not by force or coercion.  He had no idea how a blowjob actually would feel and was damned curious to find out.
	His toes tightened up on the wood floor beneath him.  He saw the nude girl on the bed roll over onto her side.  Who the hell was she?  His cock pulsed and again he had a heck of a time maintaining himself.
	The still air was suddenly abruptly disturbed by the snap of a belt.

	For the first time Keeven (and the girl) saw who was tormenting them, controlling them—a man.  A nude man who had a hard-on; an EMAD device in one and a two-inch wide leather belt in the other.  The man looked wild; he was white, short hair but messed up, wild eyes, and a very determined look etched upon his face.  He snapped the belt again—he meant business.
	The girl began crying, clenching herself and blurting out, 
	“Noooooo!”
	Keeven didn’t know if she referred her No to sucking his dick or getting smacked with the belt.
	“The dick or the belt, your choice.”
	The frightened girl stared at the belt shaking her head.  No way did she want to be spanked.  She rubbed her ass in painful anticipation and wailed.
	Keeven didn’t know what to do or say to help the situation—it was all up to her.  Whatever he said would make it seem like “Yeah, suck my dick.” But he didn’t want her to suffer from the belting—he tightened up his ass, too, as he had gotten a belting similar in fashion himself.  But not recently.
	Finally the girl managed to console herself.  She summoned up her strength and moved to her knees.  Keeven rolled his eyes and looked up to the ceiling.  The girl gripped his dick and squeezed it, clutched his balls and squeezed those.  He thought he heard a Voice speaking, but it was like something speaking thru a funnel underwater.
	Suddenly the girl whose name he didn’t know was sucking him.
	He didn’t understand the concept of “blowjob” when there was a girl bobbing on your johnson when there was little to no “blowing” involved at all.  Just sucking.  He guessed ‘cause it sounded better than “suck job.”  It was like the reason the butcher calls “rump roast” rump roast – ‘cause if he called it “cow ass” no one would buy it.
	The girl retched.
	She choked and Keeven thought for sure the girl was gonna hurl on him.  She made smacking-lip smacking sounds as she devoured his dong, he had to admit—she was good and for his first suck job, it was righteous.  And if it was the girl’s first time like he figured, he guessed she was doing alright.
	Suddenly that familiar feeling came to him.  It was a feeling he well enjoyed and strove for many times—in the shower, while on the toilet, while in his bed.  But his cock wasn’t in his hand—it was in a girl’s mouth!
	He had to hold back.  He had to.

	“Don’t hold back.” the Voice said.
	‘Shit.’  He looked down the cocksucking girl, she was looking up.  She had pretty eyes, teary, but pretty.  She looked frightened, concerned, horrified.  But behind all that she was pretty.  Keeven gave her a brief-weak smile trying to communicate to her “Hey, it’ll be alright.” along with “watch out, here comes something nasty!”
	Keeven began to hump, he couldn’t help it—it felt good and it seemed the natural thing to do.  The girl worked faster her mouth up and down his shaft—holding his balls kneading them with one hand while the other squeezed his dick at the base.
	A massive surge of ecstasy sprung thru his johnson, “OH YEAH!” he exclaimed—and wished he hadn’t.  His liquid love juices splashed wickedly into the girl’s mouth, powerful juts with thrusts there was as wave after wave seethed thru his loins and into the girl’s mouth (and down her throat.)
	Keeven’s sexual plateau had been reached and as soon as the final jut of cream was out his dick and the tingling sensation ebbed, his strength vanished and he nearly toppled.  ‘son-of-a-bitch!’ he thought to himself, if that was what a blowjob was all about—then he was all for it, another one and another one and another one.
	Then of course, he was curious as to what it would be like to be in a girl’s pussy!?  As he relaxed trying to regain himself—he knew what was to come.  He blinked his eyes and stared at the pretty nude girl who had sat up on the bed.  As she swung a leg off the side of the bed he saw her cunny.  Somehow he knew that the young girl was NOT a virgin.  And the girl who had just given him his first ever BJ was going to be the same.
	“Go lay on the bed.” the Voice said, directing his command to the girl.
	Keveen closed his eyes—yep, he was going to make her a non-virgin.
	What would it be like?
	“You, too.”
	Keeven could barely move, it seemed like his toes were glued to the floor.  The other little girl was no more than eight years or so, he didn’t know her name, either.  She looked to him, look to his cum dripping mamba, then moved by him.  Keeven automatically turned to watch her “just because”.  She had a nice little butt, very tan body but still a classified “white” girl.  She was cute just the same.  Keeven watched her as she went into a bathroom.  There was no door and the little girl sat down on a toilet.
	“Ahem!” the Voice bitched.
	Keeven whirled around, a strand of his cum slinging about splattering onto the girl’s chest.  The girl made a face but didn’t otherwise freak out about it—she had just swallowed a gallon of his jiz as it was!

	“Open your legs.”
	The girl opened her legs, laid back and “presented” herself.
	Keeven, for the first time, got to really look at a girl’s cunt.  He had girl cousins and young family friends who were girls and he had seen naked, but he knew better than to be caught “staring”—or anything else.  So the “up close and personal” view of the girl he still didn’t know was something.
	He took it all in.  A thin layer of poon pie hair covered the girl’s cunt.  Despite being at a private school, Keeven knew the terminology for a girl’s body parts.  The girl’s looked virginal, if he understood what a virgin pussy was supposed to look like.  And although he had just cum and usually after doing so his dick couldn’t get hard again for at least several minutes, his dick was hard.  But it hadn’t been several minutes—it had only been several seconds.
	Licking his lips he felt himself strangely drawn to the girl’s poon.  She lay out propped up by some pillows, she shuddered some (in anticipation) and waited.  
	“Go ahead, boy, give her a lick.”
	Keeven neverminded by addressed as “boy” and almost quickly went to the task of “cunnilingus.”  The concept of “eating a girl’s pussy” had always previously eluded him, but staring at the pussy before him and after getting his “blowjob” he understood.  Maybe not fully but he got it.
	There was the slight hint of “pee” as he put his tongue to the warm snatch.  A bit of strange mustiness, too.  He tried not to be a demon about it but flicked his tongue near wildly all about the outer area of the girl’s cunt, finding some strange unique instinct that drove him tongue the crevice.  Soon his fingers were massaging the pussy, pressing on the outer mound area, then pulling the “lips” open to get his flicking tongue into her entrance.
	His dick began to pulse and he felt a “load” nearly ready to explode!
	“Time to fuck?”
	Keeven had never fucked a girl before and was crazy with wonderment.  But the girl before him he didn’t know and didn’t want to hurt her.  For some reason he looked over his shoulder; the little girl who had been on the bed first and then got off to go to the bathroom.  She was on her knees sucking the man’s cock!
	“HOLY SHIT!” Keeven blurted.
	“Hehehe, turn your black ass around, get on her and FUCK!” the man barked and snapped the belt in the air.  The little girl had her mouth full, tossed her blond crumbled hair out of her face and worked the man until he was filling her mouth with more than his dick…

	Keeven turned his attention back to the girl.  With a sigh he climbed up between her legs—his mamba touching her cunny ever so slightly, then nestling down onto it.  Locking his arms above her, straddling her, he looked to her.  She was ok; showing no emotions and was calm.
	“Sorry.” Keeven mouthed.
	“It’s okay.” she replied.
	“What’s your name?” he asked.
	“Allison.”
	Keeven smiled, “Allison.”
	“No talking!” yelled the bastard man behind him and the two-inch wide leather belt (also black) smacked Keeven’s bare black ass.

*

Who are you?
	Allison’s eyes bulged revealing her discomfort to the highest.
	Keeven’s eyes bulged revealing same.  
	Both were enduring extreme distress at their first lovemaking session.
	Allison knew her hymen had been broken, there had been a sharp pain from that experience; the rest was discomforting as never before had anything traveled into her sex.  She clung to the boy on top of her, closed her eyes when he finally had succeeded in making full vaginal entry, then tried very hard to “enjoy” her first fuck.
	That wasn’t so easy but her First Fucker did try to make it easy.
	Allison’s First Fucker did try to make it easy, but also enjoy his first fuck.  He had no actual concept of what it would be like to fuck, a girl.  Nothing of what he read told anything about the “feeling” of intercourse—only that it was pleasurable.
	Pleasurable? Keeven got pleasure from humping his hand and bed, he had no idea really what sinking his pud into a girl’s cunt would be like.  He knew a girl had a hymen and what it was for and that to de-virginize the girl the hymen had to be broken.  It was supposed to be something like a thin membrane or something that a nice hard cock could easily bust thru.
	But he guessed, too, that the twelve year old girl was “tight”.
	Thankfully he had pre-lubed her enough with his tonguing so that was cool—it made the penetration of his cock sliding into her body a little easier.  The swatting of the belt to his bare ass wasn’t cool.
	But as Keeven began to pump into Allison, the belting stopped.

	Keeven found mild pleasure in his cock-work, and it got better and better and then much better when he felt the stirrings of an orgasm.  Beneath him, though, Allison didn’t look as if though she were actually enjoying the whole ordeal.
	Allison flailed about, gritting her teeth, fluttering her eyes, arching her back and sometimes even pumping back into him.  The pleasure meter was going off the scale as Keeven entered into that wondrous realm of sexual bliss—orgasm.  When it hit there was no stopping—Keeven found himself out of control and his hips ploughed into the hapless girl; her small but adequate titties bounced and jiggled all about as Keeven slammed her cunny.
	At length, though, Allison herself found some pleasure.  Her eyes fluttered and she didn’t know what was happening and it frightened her.  She began to panic and strange nuances boiled through her body—‘specially at the focal point which was her cunt.
	Suddenly she felt as if though she were peeing.  A huge stream of “something” teemed throughout her body.  She stared up to the black boy in confounded awe.
	Keeven smiled to her, he was at a loss for words and anything he said anyways would be stupid at best.  So he fucked, pumped, humped, drilled, ploughed, plowed, and squirted his love juices DEEP into the girl’s cunny.  As his cum seethed thru his cock he himself was confounded in awe.  Never before had he experienced such an ordeal.  It was fucking fantastic!
	And as suddenly as the rush of energy had overwhelmed him, it was gone.  The high point of the fuck had come—and then quickly ebbed away leaving behind a mere remnant of the joy that was once there.  The orgasm was like a drug, an addiction that Keeven wanted more and more.
	In the final throws of their union Keeven found himself kissing the girl.  She reciprocated lip locking the boy, arms about him and still feeling his pud in her sex.  Their hearts pounded together, their sweat mingled, and there was an undeniable lust building between them.
	Also between them was stickiness.

	“Come on.” said the Voice.
	Keeven hardly had the strength but he stood and stumbled to the bathroom with no door.  The nude man with the belt and device pulled Allison by the hand and escorted her to the bathroom.
	“Hop in the shower,” he said, “lather each other up, then rinse off.”
	Keeven was cool with that, but in the back of his mind he couldn’t shake a foreboding thought:  what was this white fucker up to?  Who the hell WAS this white fucker?

	Just another crazed fucking lunatic with a mind altering device.
	He sat on the toilet and watched the two kids soap one another’s body, with special attention to their naughty bits where both had freaked out some at the blood coating their private area.  Once the blood had been rinsed off the terror had evaporated, too.
	After the shower—they dried off with the naked man still on the toilet watching them.  He had a hard-on and Allison knew in the back of HER mind that she was probably going to feel it in her pussy as well as she had Keeven’s.
	Keeven knew it, too.
	After drying each other off they were escorted out into the main (and only other) room.  On the bed was the little girl, on her side, apparently asleep (again.)  Keeven got a better look at the room—it was small, kind of like one of those rustic remote cabins his uncle had taken him too when he was a kid.  But the windows were blocked and so was the door.
	“Go sit on the bed.” the man told them.  Keeven and Allison obeyed and watched as the man placed the belt and EMAD on the one round wooden table.  The man then fetched out of the mini kitchen mini fridge some sodas.  He tossed them to the kids and they caught them.
	Snack crackers with peanut butter came nextly.
	After the mini lunch Keeven took a chance and asked, 
	“Whattya gonna do with us?”
	“Fuck.” replied the man.
	The two kids looked to one another.  “Oh shit!” 

**

	Getting a hummer from Allison was cool enough, and he liked it, sure; but getting a hummer fromt the eight year was a bit much.  But the man equipped with the belt and EMAD forced the issue.  And the little girl didn’t seem to mind.  Keeven wondered if she were the man’s daughter or what.
	After their mini lunch Allison was quickly put to her knees, re-addressing Keeven’s masterful cock.  Once more she sucked it, worked it, fondled his balls and ass and sucked him until he was nearly exploding.  Then Allison was stopped and the other little girl took over.  Her name was Emily.
	Ohhhhhh…..

	Like Allison, Emily was good—real good.  She was too young for Keeven but mostly because he had morals.  But those morals were being eroded away—his thoughts to her all jumbled as she sucked his cock pro-like bringing him to a wondrous orgasm.  He tried holding back cumming off into her sweet little mouth but there was no holding back once the flood of pleasure started.  He shot a massive wad into her mouth and the girl swallowed it all.
	After smacking her lips she climbed onto the bed; pausing while she was on all fours.  This provided Keeven the viewing of her ass, crack, hole, and smooth hairless cunt.  Keeven trembled as his eyes locked onto her, his cock that had just seconds prior shot a massive wad of spunk into her young mouth and its stiffening energy spent—began to rise slowly.
	“Give it a licking.” Keeven was told.
	Keeven gulped.  He felt at odds about it—if he and the girl were say “alone” it’d be a little different.  But it seemed embarrassing with Allison present.  But the sting of the belt to his ass was unwelcomed so he went to the task.  His cock grew stiffer.
	Allison meanwhile had to go to the wicked man, on her knees, and suck his dick.  Keeven was unaware—his tongue lashed up and down Emily’s crack, diddled her hole, and lapped at her young crevice.  Good stuff.  
	“Put your finger into her ass, try for as many as you can.”
	Keeven thought it was gross--the girl pooped from that hole and it was gross.  But it was clean so he licked it enough to start working his fingers in—and somehow that helped his cock become as stiff as a board!
	Behind him a few feet Allison gobbled the man’s cock.
	She didn’t like it—he was a little rough and his cock was a little bigger than Keeven’s; it was also nasty tasting.  But the wicked man was forceful and shoved his meatstick into her gullet with no care to her need to breathe.
	She choked, coughed, gagged and nearly retched as the powerful cock splurted its juices into her throat.  The man had a hold of her hair and seemed to be trying to shove his dick literally into her trachea.  
	Keeven finally heard the distress behind him, turned and saw what looked like Allison choking to death.  In a quickening black flash he charged the man.  The man cold cocked Keeven, though, sending him sprawling colliding with the wooden bed.  When he recovered sufficiently he was pissed and shook off the effects.  He charged the wicked man once more and did manage to sock him, kick, and otherwise be a nuisance.  The man, though, was bigger and more determined.

	Allison and Emily clung to one another on the big bed, with each strike to Keeven they jolted and wept all the more.  The girls cringed with each smack feeling the intense pain as if they themselves were being beaten.
	Straddling the chest awkwardly was Keeven.  His hands on the floor, his legs straddling the ancient mariner’s sea trunk with oval lid.  At his ankles were ropes securing them outward forcing them to stay apart as well as keeping them from moving.  Talk about vulnerable!  His balls swung loosely and also were in pain as the belt came up between his legs to smack ‘em.
	All of Keeven’s ass, thighs, and back of legs were streaked with red welts.  The boy had cried out in the beginning but as the reign of swats continued he stopped.  
	The wicked man whipping him finally had no strength himself or something; he dropped the belt and dripping with sweat he leaned against the foot of the bed heaving.  Keeven had a difficult time as he was poised in such a position as he could barely rest himself.
	Allison still wept but slowly began to calm herself.  The other little girl (Emily) sobbed some and was still greatly terrified.  Allison hoped Keeven’s torment was over.
	It was not.
	The wicked man stood up behind Keeven; Allison’s eyes bulged as she saw the man’s huge cock.  “Oh shit!” she blurted.  She knew what was going to happen.  Pursing her lips she shook her head then blurted, 
	“Please don’t hurt him, I’ll do anything.”
	Keeven lay on the chest he was straddling width wise and tried to console his blistered near bleeding ass.  The wicked man was trembling had drenched in sweat—he looked wild and frightening.  He gave some sort of maniacal smile and then plunged his cock into Keeven’s asshole.

**

	“What’s he doing?” whispered Allison.
	“Just standing there it looks like.”
	The hour was late, dark in fact.  The exact time Keeven didn’t know ‘cause along with his clothes, so was his watch and bling.  He lay still with shudders shuddering thru him ever now and then—his ass still burned and it had been hours since the beating.
	The wicked man stood at the window, the curtain that had blocked it was parted—beyond was a thick layer of darkness.  The man had stood motionless for some time, half an hour—maybe more.

	“What’ll we do?” Allison asked.
	Keeven cocked his head; sighing he shrugged, “I-I guess we wait.”
	And wait—and wait—and wait some more.
	At length the man turned and made way to the bathroom where he took a long-long piss.  Thereafter he stood in the shower and braced himself with the water spraying over him.
	Keeven eyed the door—the only door.
	Was it locked?  Barred in some manner?  Could he make the trek across the gloomy cabin to the door—safely/undetected?  Could he survive another ass beating if he didn’t?
	Keeven made a move off the bed.
	Allison clutched his arm shaking her head.  “Don’t.” then, “Please.”
	Keeven thought it over, “Okay, babe, no problem.” he smiled.  Allison smiled back and Keeven’s pains subsided even more.  The man walked out of the bathroom and made for the bed.  Keeven and Allison tensed up not knowing what to expect.
	The wicked nude man climbed onto the bed—he hadn’t even dried off after his shower!  He began moving Allison about, laying her out.  The girl kinda had an idea what was going to happen.  Keeven sat at the edge on the other side of Allison.  The man put his fingers to Allison’s cunt and began fingering her.  There wasn’t much light in the room but what there was Keeven could see Allison’s nipples—pert and erect.  But that was something uncontrollable.  Her young pre-teen body was tight and she stared up to the ceiling.  
	“How man times have you done her?” the wicked man asked.
	“Uh, just-just the one time.” Keeven replied.
	The man continued fingering, then moved his fingering fingers up Allison’s tightened body, making a circle at her belly button and then moving up to her small breast mounds.  Here he massaged the breasts, each one, squeezing the nipples and seemingly lost in thought.
	Keeven didn’t know what to do so he stayed as he was and waited.
	“Do her again.”
	‘okay, I can do that.’ Keeven positioned himself on Allison, gave her his best “it’ll be okay” smile and began working his cock up and down the girl’s slit.  Allison bit in her lower lip and waited.
	The wicked man caressed Keeven’s ass!
	Keeven wasn’t so cool with that.
	“DUDE!” he bitched.
	The wicked man smiled somewhat nervously, “keep going.”
	Keeven complied but was greatly disturbed.

	As Keeven made vaginal entry into Allison for the second time, the wicked man roused up Emily.  Pulling the youngster into him he cuddled  her.  The little girl looked at Keeven and Allison, then cuddled into the man who held her.  The wicked man cuddled her, snuggled, and Keeven saw him fingering her little pussy.
	Allison moaned as she reached her thrill threshold; her toes curled and her body was thrown into that sensual realm of pure uncontrollable joy.  The girl’s second time around was better.  Keeven ploughed her young cunny, he felt his cum shooting thru his dick; her cunny squeezed his dick and the pivotal point of their union had climaxed.
	Keeven lay off to one side totally exhausted.  His cock took over the tingling sensation from the pain sensation at his ass.  Some cool air from the floor fan kissed his sweating body and he fell to sleep.
	Allison lay still for a long while afterwards—waiting.  Her pussy tingled and lightly she fingered it.  There was a lot of goo to her cunny and it kinda grossed her out.  The wicked man made moves and laid the young girl he had been holding back down on the bed.  He himself then moved to position himself; his cock gliding up and down Allison’s cunt.  The wicked man’s cock was significantly bigger than Keeven’s.  
	He was surprisingly gentle, though.  Allison bit her lower lip in; her eyes bulged as the man’s cock filled her cunny to capacity.  He cooed to her and as her discomfort level surpassed her ability to remain quiet he placed his hand over her mouth and “got busy.”
	There was some pleasure from the fuck, some.  Mostly the girl was frightened, too frightened to enjoy the hump.  There was some tingling sensation, her toes curled, her hair tingled, her pussy quivered.  The man sucked on her mouth, her breasts, and drilled her pussy until some minutes later he was ejaculating.
	He seemed to ejaculate forever.
	When he was done he sat back.  Despite the low lighting in the room Allison could see his sweat dripping all over him—then she remembered he hadn’t dried off from his shower.
	Pulling at her hands, “Come on.” he said to her.
	‘oh shit.’ she exclaimed to herself.  She didn’t want to go, she knew she was going to be killed.  She looked to the slumbering Keeven beside her; he was deep in slumberland.
	Allison began to cry, whimper, and beg.  The wicked man pulled her off the bed and swatted her ass, “You will mind me!” and she received another swat—then was walked quickly to the bathroom and almost thrown into the shower.
	While showering her virtually virgin poop hole was roughly fingered out, probed, and ultimately explored with the man’s cock.  Whether or not he went “all the way” into her she didn’t know—she only knew that it made her asshole SORE.  Whether or not he came like he did in her pussy she didn’t know, either.  He held her hips, ran his hands up and down her sides and squeezed her breasts until something in him subsided.
	He dried her off and while she was conscripted into drying him,
	“Suck me.”
	Allison had anticipated that at some point in her ordeal she would have to do the horrid thing.  It wasn’t so bad as she thought; the cock was clean and fresh.  She sucked and sucked and only a couple of times did she feel the need to throw up.
	They returned to bed where Keeven hadn’t ever stirred.  The wicked man said, “Go to bed.”  Allison climbed onto the bed, the man caressed her ass and so she paused to let him.  Only a minute or so and then he pushed her down.  “Got to sleep.”
	Allison didn’t go right off to sleep, but she pretended to do so.  Slyly she watched the wicked man; he tied Keeven’s ankles and hands; Keeven continued to sleep in a zombie world.  Emily was left unsecured, as was Allison herself.  He then turned off the one light and sat in the one chair at the one table.
	Allison relaxed and the hum of the floor fan put her to sleep.

***
and the show goes on
	It was gross, very gross—Allison perched on the toilet for her morning pee with Keeven and the wicked man peeing on HER!  Their hot splashing urine hit her breasts then went down her body to her pissing pussy.  When after the two had peed for what seemed an eternity—they put their pissing dongs into her mouth without even wiping them!
	Her mouth was too small for to take on BOTH cocks at the same time; but she could suck on the “heads” at the same time, work the shafts, and clutch their testicles.  When their cocks were stiff-stiff it was Keeven who went into her mouth firstly while the wicked man who had barely spoken any words since she had awakened stood by masturbating.
	Keeven rocked into her mouth seemingly deriving a great deal of pleasure from the event—and he did.  He made audible noises indicating his pleasure; eyes fluttered and he seemed definitely into it.  Typical.  He rocked and pumped—Allison tried to get used to it but it was difficult; she herself derived no pleasure from sucking a cock—it was gross!

	Keeven reached his sexual plateau and released a torrent of cum.  His whole fine nude body undulated as he came off into Allison’s mouth.  She sputtered and most of his icky spunk squirted back out along his schlong and down her chin.  But Keeven had a lot of spunk and creamed her mouth full.  The poor girl swallowed some (by accident) but most spilled out onto her face.
	“Hump her face.” the wicked man said.
	Keeven pulled his cummy schlong out of Allison’s mouth, it still tingled, throbbed, and hadn’t lost much of its stiffness.  As directed he placed the pulsing member against the sweet girl’s face and humped; scrunching his black balls up against her cum laden chin, mouth, and nose.
	Another jut of cum squirted from his cock, shooting one long strand out to hit the wall behind the toilet.  The rest of the mess coated the top of the girl’s head.  Keeven lost all strength then, his body began to sink; his cock still produced cum until there was no more.
	Just then at the door stood the nude little eight year old.  She had her hand holding her pussy.  The look on her face was one of agony.
	“Gotta pee?” the wicked man asked.
	The little girl nodded.
	“Hop in the shower.” Allison was told.  The twelve year old eased off the toilet and made way into the open door shower stall; Keeven took seat on the toilet, sat back, legs open.  Naked Emily stepped up to him, straddle the toilet and with the boy holding his hands at her ass—she peed.
	The girl was greatly relieved to be peeing, but slightly embarrassed to be showering the black boy with her morning urine.  She farted, too.  
	Keeven only smiled and endured being peed on.  He cupped the girl’s butt and neverminded her blasting gas.  After she had peed, 
	“Wipe her pussy.”
	Keeven acknowledge the wicked man’s command, took some toilet paper and gave the girl’s young cunny a wipe down.  He then noticed that he had a raging boner, again.
	Keeven waited.  And waited.  And then waited some more.
	The wicked man stood holding his balls and seemed once more “lost in thought.”
	“Take a shower.” he said, but his command was open, not directed at himself or Emily.  Keeven took the initiative and brought Emily to the shower—and then both he and the girls took a long shower.  The wicked man left the bathroom and was out of sight.

	After showering (and drying themselves off) Keeven poked his head out the open bathroom; the wicked man was standing again at a window looking out.
	“This white dude is whacked.” Keeven whispered to Allison.
	“What’ll we do?” Allison asked back.
	“Dang if I know.”
	Keeven then noted the EMAD device, sitting on the lone table—several feet from where the naked man stood.  It was daylight outside, but as to exactly what time he didn’t know, but it felt like morning.  
	Licking his lips he clutched the wood trim of the open doorway; he figured he could probably make it to the table and nab the device, but then what.  He tried to think ahead, where was the belt?  Could Keeven operate the device?
	The man turned and made way to the mini fridge.
	Breakfast.
	Cereal all around but he himself didn’t partake, just sipped a soda, farted, and played with his balls.  Never once did the man look to the EMAD on the table, the kids noshed their breakfast fare while sitting on the floor and bed.
	After breakfast,
	“I want you to do something.” the wicked man said.
	“Oh-ok.” Keeven said back.  The girls said nothing but waited.
	“Lick ‘em out.”
	Allison raised an eyebrow in awe, Keeven expressed awe himself.
	“Oh-okay.” he replied.  He looked to Allison and Emily, shrugged and the girls fixed themselves on the bed, asses on the edge with their legs open.
	Keeven went to Allison firstly.
	As he noshed, and liked it, he was curious about the man.  He seemed different.  Keeven couldn’t figure it and didn’t fully understand the complexities of the human psyche—only that the nude man behind him was fucked up, weird, wicked, and possibly psychotic!
	Allison thrashed about some on the bed while Keeven’s tongue lashed her cunny.  She was getting to like it.  Emily had a slight smile as she watched, she was a cutey Keeven had to admit, but too young for to be fooled with sexually.
	After a few minutes and his tongue began to wear out he stopped.
	The wicked man had come to the foot of the wooden bed, his cock was raging hard.  “Emily’s ready.” he said in a low voice.  Keeven positioned his knees before the eight year old and went down on her.

	Emily’s cunt was soft, silk-like.  There were no hairs on her poon; it had been freshly washed in the shower and tantalized Keeven extra-extra as he licked and lapped it.  The thought of her being merely eight years old began to erode—he didn’t care, he just wanted to eat her pussy out!
	And so he did.
	Emily began to fuss as Keeven’s talented tongue danced in her cunny, she had to purse and bite her lips to keep herself from yelling out her pleasure.  She squealed some and laid out on the bed bucking into the boy’s face.  Keeven drilled his tongue into her crevice only stopping when the wicked man said,
	“Okay, son, fuck her.”
	Keeven’s heart almost stopped.  He stopped licking and hung his eyes onto the eight year old’s snatch.  She was just eight.  Balling Allison was one thing, but a little girl like Emily?
	Son?  What the fuck happened to “BOY”?  Although he seethed at being addressed as “BOY” being called “SON” equally weirded him out.  Something was wrong—wrong with the wicked man.  He had changed, he still looked a mess, his hair—his eyes.
	His eyes.
	Keeven saw something strange in the man’s eyes, his face, too.  He wasn’t the pissed off man he was the day before; he was calmer.  Keeven didn’t know what to do.
	“Fuck her pussy or I’ll beat your ass.”
	Keeven knew what to do then…

	Despite being merely eight, Emily’s young poon accepted near graciously Keeven’s black six incher.  Not all of it, but most of it.  He was as gentle as he possibly could, battling the sensations of Pleasure and Monster.  He wanted to slam the little girl, fuck her silly brains out and garner all the pleasure he could from her pussy and whatever else he could get.
	But he had feelings for the small white child, he didn’t want to really hurt her and only on the insistence of the wicked man was he in her pussy to begin with.  Closing his eyes helped, some, he had to put his hand over Emily’s young mouth as she was unable to contain her outbursts of distress.
	Then as Keeven reached his ecstasy plateau Emily reached hers.  She began to emit vocally pleasure sounds, oohs and ahhs and her nipples were very pert.  She clung to the boy whispering hoarsely, “ooooooh, yes, oooooh!” and other nonsensical words indicating that despite the discomfort there was bliss.

	The little girl didn’t cum per se, but she was “moist.”  Keeven himself, though, shot a magnificent wad of love juices into her cunny, spilling much more onto her mounds as he pulled out and away.
	“Lick it clean.” the man said.
	“Aw fuck, dude, that’s whacked!”
	Keeven then saw the wicked man’s face—it seemed to be different again, like it had been the day before.
	“Boy, you’d better do as I say.”
	Keeven gulped.  “oh shit.” 
	Then,
	“Tell ya what, you come here—to me, and you (indicating Allison) lick her clean (indicating the splooge mess on Emily’s cunt.)”
	Keeven knew better than to defy the man, not when he was in his “crazy” mode.  Allison slowly slid off of the bed and put her face to Emily’s quivering quim.  Keeven stood before the wicked man who had a raging boner waggling before his face.
	‘oh shit…’ Keeven said to himself—he knew what was next.

	The taste of dick in his mouth was gross.  He had never ever thought of sucking another’s cock, although he was curious about sucking his own!  Sometimes he could just bend his body enough to lick the tip of his dick, but he was curious as all get out to suck it all!
	But sucking ALL of the wicked man’s cock was something he wasn’t into—at all!  It was a little foul, reeked some, and just the thought alone made Keeven retch.  Keeven felt the man’s hand behind his head, guiding him firmly along the 7inch white stick.  
	Allison was retching, too; Keeven’s spunk spillage on Emily’s cunt was disgusting.  There was no way she was going to get used to liking sperm.  Closing her eyes didn’t help, the spew was gross; sticky, smelled, and just grossed her out.
	Keeven suddenly felt a jut of something gross squirting into his mouth.  He would have been better if it had been merely pee, but it wasn’t.  As Keeven panicked and began to freak out a torrent of man spunk spewed into his mouth and down his throat.
	The man wickedly began to hump Keeven’s mouth, holding his hand tightly to the back of his chopped box shaped styled hair; the boy didn’t go for the ordeal at all and when he fussed too much the wicked man held his coarse black hair tighter.

	“Swallow it.”
	Keeven tried hard not to but the cock was in his throat.
	“Swallow it and I wont beat her ass.”
	Keeven barely heard the words, “her ass”.  Who’s ass?  Allison, Emily?  It didn’t matter, Keeven couldn’t see either girl being punished because of him.
	Keeven swallowed the man spunk.  He retched, gagged, and fell away to the floor curling up in a fetal position retching all the while.
	The man looked to Emily’s cunt and nodded his approval at how clean it was.  He held Allison’s jaw kind of roughly, twisting her head side to side, 
	“Open.” he told her.
	The frightened girl opened her mouth wide.
	The man smiled, nodded his head, farted, then let her be.

*

	How long he lay on the floor he didn’t know—awhile anyways.  He felt a little warm, stiff, sore, icky all over.  On the bed were the others, the wicked man laying down with Emily laying on him; his cock was up in part way; Allison was beside them caressing Emily’s ass.   The man had his hands on Emily’s ass, squeezing her buttocks, pushing her up and down.  The girl said nothing but her face showed some anguish.  She had her lower lip pulled and was grimacing greatly.
	Keeven stood and near stumbled his way to the bed.
	“Dude, you’re hurting her.” he said in a low voice expressing concern.
	The man didn’t stop, though; he pumped and little more, prying the young girl’s cheeks open more driving his cock into her cunny a little more, too.  Allison continued caressing the girl’s butt, but looked up to Keeven with a look of hopelessness.  She tried to convey to him “do something/say something.”
	Keeven held off a moment, began stroking himself then said,
	“Dude, do you want me to do her?”
	Allison looked to him sharply, ‘not that, stupid!’
	Keeven returned the look with a shrug, it was the best option he had.
	The man actually stopped.  He pulled out his naughty dong, cum squirting up the girl’s crack.  He stroked his bone, rubbed the girl’s butt and fingered her hole.  Then he rested, or relaxed; he seemed to “sink” into the bed with a big sigh.  Emily clung loosely to him still laying on him.
	Allison looked to Keeven and shrugged.

	Keeven crawled onto the bed; he didn’t know what he was supposed to do—although he had a couple of clues.  There was no desire to be naughty with Emily, but he wouldn’t mind if he had to do something (naughty) with Allison.
	But then again, Emily WAS cute…
	The wicked man stirred, pushing Emily off of him.  He looked to all three kids, licked his lips thoughtfully then positioned Emily on her back.  Keeven tried not to take so long a look at the nude girl (but she was cute) but he did.  Her naked pussy was nice, very nice.  Then there was the rest of her body.  It was young, but Keeven was beginning to like it.
	“Fuck her.”
	A simple command.  Keeven gave a quick look to Allison, she expressed nothing and Keeven took up position assigned to him.  Emily bit her lips in and clenched as Keeven’s black schlong made entry into her .  As he began to slid all the way in and pump, Allison was directed to come and perch herself onto Emily’s face.
	When Allison had done so, he was pushed down; the wicked man behind her poked her asshole and soon was fucking it, slowly.  Keeven had managed most of his dick into Emily’s cunt, when he popped out every now and then Allison sucked on it and then guided it back into Emily’s crevice.  Behind her, the man had fully made anal entry but didn’t fuck in quick manner—but slow-slow pumps.
	Keeven held off cumming—trying to both lengthen the pleasure and see what else was to happen.  But he was having difficulty holding back as the pleasure process began to rise and the natural rhythm encouraged orgasm.
	“OH YEAH!” he exclaimed as a great jut of his love blasted off into the girl’s poon.  When he pulled out more of his liquid love blasted out—Allison was there to lick and lap it all up.
	Behind her her asshole was tortured with the persistent ramrodding of the wicked man’s cock.  Gripping her hips and finally drove every inch of his tool into her dark recess and unloaded a massive wad of man spunk.  He unleashed a verbal announcement expressing his joy of such an event.
	The man pumped furiously for sometime after the initial blast off, pulled out and squirted the rest onto her cheeks, pussy, and backside.  He sat back gripping his swollen member and seemed in agony.  
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he exclaimed.

	He held one of Allison’s ass cheeks open admiring her gaping hole slowly slamming shut, squeezing out his spunk.  He patted the girl’s butt, then swung his legs out with a lot of grunting involved, straddled her and Emily and began scrunching down to be comfortable.
	The girls moved with Allison slipping off the bed and made way to the bathroom.  Keeven sat on his heels massaging his aching cock.  The man ripped a narly butt blast, scoffed at it’s foulness then seemed to fade to absolute rest—which was sleep.
	Keeven waited until Allison returned from the bathroom.
	“Everything okay?” he asked.
	Allison grinned, blushed and shrugged, “Yeah.”
	For twelve she was alright, her poon pie was nice—her breasts, her whole body as a whole.  Emily had moved up to sort of somewhat snuggle against the nude man.  She was going off to sleep, too.
	“So what now?” Allison asked in a low voice.
	“Fuck if I know.” Keeven replied.  He stopped fondling himself, his dick ached.  His eyes fell onto the lone table.  The EMAD wasn’t there as it had been earlier.  Where was it?
	He saw the belt, on the floor.  But no EMAD.
	Slowly he moved off of the bed, too, and made for the bathroom.
	After toilet business he showered.
	When he returned to the main room, Allison was asleep, too.
	Keeven lingered a moment casually scanning the room—no EMAD in sight.  From the mini fridge he snagged a soda and continued his scan.  No EMAD; there was the belt, their clothes, and empty containers of their snack foods and drinks, but no EMAD.
	Someone on the bed farted.
	Keeven killed off his soda and gave a casual look to the door.  It was barred with a wooden latch thing across it.  Slowly he made for the door.  If he could get the door open—then what?  What was outside?  He had no idea where he was—his last real memory was being at the roadside country eatery place with a motel.  His family was out for a family reunion and picking up Uncle Ned who lived in the area—and they were lost.  The grumpy old white man who ran the eatery and motel was no help but had some maps and knew someone who knew someone who might know where the “Ned” character lived.  Keeven went out side wandering around just looking around, he saw—
	He saw Allison.

	He remembered seeing Allison with the man, the wicked man.  The wicked man and Allison were by a big oak tree; an old snow sled was there, old wooden barrels, old rusting oil barrels, old tools, old washers, and an old generator.  
	Keeven saw the man with his hands on the girl’s butt, he was on his knees kind of holding her, squeezing her butt loving his face into her chest.  The man suddenly turned his head and saw Keeven.
	That was all Keeven remembered.
	Then he was in the cabin.
	It wasn’t exactly a nightmare, but some elements of his adventure he could do without.  But the fucking was okay, and he was even getting into messing with eight year old Emily!
	He stared at the door latch.
	Would it make noise?  Was the wicked man on the bed awake, playing possum?  If Keeven moved the latch would the man come after him with the belt?  Where the hell was that EMAD!?
	Keeven at length decided against tempting fate.  He instead moved the curtain by the sink.  Outside was a forest, a deep-deep forest cluttered with trees of various type but mostly pine.  He could see a car, too, it looked kinda thrashed; dirty with a flat tire.
	The bed squeaked.  Keeven stepped away from the curtain and stood still.  His dick hung low and he wondered just how much more of the adventure there was to go.  With a sigh and a fart he moved back to the bed and crawled on—resting his head on Allison’s bare hip.

**
	In the morning it was ritualistic; breakfast of perverts, a communal pee; mutual showering, mutual drying, then back to the bed for snu-snu.  Keeven was getting into it; Allison and Emily were so-so.  The wicked man was calm, Keeven (and Allison) couldn’t figure him.  There was a word for people like him, neither knew what it was but there was a word for his kind for sure.  (can we say psychotic schizophrenic?  I know you can…)
	Under direction from the wicked man, Keeven put his dick into Emily’s cunt.  A nice slow fuck sliding all of his teenhood into her sex.  As he fucked (slow) Allison caressed his ass, held his balls, and fingered herself.  Meanwhile, the wicked man sat on the bed and watched, jacking his cock all the same.

	As Keeven sped up the process of his fuck Allison came over and suckled on the man’s cock—partly on her own, too.  She still didn’t care so much for his hellish cock, but she sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked—and then sucked some more!
	Keeven got his nut.  A mighty thrust and he was cumming deep into the eight year old Emily.  Emily had been flailing her young body about going thru all the typical physicalities of sexual orgasmic bliss.  Keeven pumped mightily and heartily, straining his cock as it blasted hot sticky wads of his liquid love.
	A final hump thrust and he was done.  Exhausted he pulled out, squirting a little more of his juices out layering Emily’s well humped cunt.  He lay off to one side, having a fine view of Allison’s ass end as she continued slurping on the wicked man’s cock.  He smiled.  The wicked man caught his smiling and gaze and he nodded his head to the boy, smiling back as well.
	The man stopped Allison by pulling his prick out of her mouth and humping her face.  Scrunching his nuggets up against her nose he humped her forehead and staved off ejaculating (somehow).  
	“Suck him, now.” she was told by the wicked man.
	Keeven was cool with that, but his cock really couldn’t take much more “sensations.”  Allison, smacking her lips, turned about and began servicing Keeven’s saucey cock.  Meanwhile, the wicked man positioned himself between Emily’s legs…

	Emily made distressing sounds as inch by massive inch the wicked man’s manhood slid into her sex.  He took his time and pulled out when she expressed extreme distress.
	“Fuck her again.” the man said to Keeven.
	“Uh, ok.” Keeven shrugged.  He wasn’t sure what was going on; Allison either.  The boy positioned himself once more and proceeded to hump.  Allison returned to sucking the man’s cock and that was how it was.
	Twice more that was how it was before Emily was capable of taking all of the wicked man’s cock.  The girl still thrashed but was no longer in great distress.  The man fucked her slow, until the very end whereas he was then no longer in control of his fucking and he fucked madly until spent.
	With a might squirt blast he had completed two of his goals with one more remaining.  But that would take some time, too.  And there would be no more fucking (for him) that day.  After withdrawing from Emily’s swollen cum stained cunt—Allison lapped up the spillage while Keeven not so willingly clean the wicked man’s cock.

	They showered together (all) thereafter.
	Then it was lunch.
	Then it was naptime.
	Then it was ButtFuck time…
	Keeven’s cock was like the wicked man’s cock—sore.  But after both girls sucked it awhile, it was stiff enough.  Keeven and Allison finger fucked Emily’s asshole—priming it for Keeven’s cock.  The wicked man waited patiently but it would take another full day and night before he could make gentle anal entry into the eight year old girl’s backdoor.
	Even so it was tough going and Emily didn’t care for it at all.  While she fussed Allison was directed to place herself so as Emily could fuss into her (Allison’s) pussy.
	When the buttfucking was complete, the wicked man’s goals had been complete.  He took Emily to the bathroom himself, showered her, dried her, then fed them all.  He said nothing during that time.  Keeven seriously felt that there was something—something was up but he didn’t know what.
	After dinner it was bedtime.
	Sometime before morning Keeven awoke to find Emily being butt humped again, on the floor on the pile of clothes, Allison under the girl sucking on the man’s balls.  The man nodded to Keeven to come join in, “do her mouth.” he was told.
	Keeven did.
	Keeven ploughed Emily’s mouth and when he was near ejaculation popped it into Allison’s cunt to finish off the job.  When he came mere moments late, Emily cleaned his cock and Allison’s cunt.
	The wicked man dutifully had completed his goals for Emily, seeing his cum dripping out of her Mouth, Pussy, and Asshole.  He was satisfied.

	Come morning the “morning ritual” was broken.  There was the customary communal pee with Emily straddling Keeven on the toilet, standing, and peeing on him.  Then Allison took her turn.  Then the three hopped into the shower to shower up; followed by drying one another.  Thereafter it was breakfast and then,
	“Go ahead, get dressed.”
	The kids looked to one another—Keeven the most unsure.  What was this, a trick, or doom?
	The wicked man put on his clothes, and did so slowly.  Keeven could see that the man was disturbed (and how!)
	“Everything alright?” Keeven blurted out.
	The man nodded, “Yeah, just—just get your clothes on, please.”

	The man was whacked, seriously fouled up.  ‘Please?’
	The girls figured out whose clothes were whose and dressed.  The cabin door was opened and there was the great outdoors.  The fresh air was great and they all saw a great many trees, another cabin way off down a small hill; there was a creek babbling nearby; tons of birds; and fresh sweet pine scented air.
	There, too, was a car—with a flat tire.
	“Take a seat.” the man said as he went to the car’s trunk.
	“May I help?” Keeven asked.
	“Sure.” the man even smiled, well—it was almost a smile.

	The girls waited, fussed with their hair, farted, and watched the  wicked man and Keeven fuss with removing a tire, banging their fingers, the car nearly toppling off the jack, the spare tire nearly rolling down the hill…	
	But they managed to get the spare and lugnuts tightened.  After that, the man opened the door, “let’s go.” he said.  Keeven and Allison, although they very muchly wanted to “go” had some reservations.  ‘go where?’  and ‘to our death?’
	Keeven, though, actually didn’t think the man was a cold killer, just a messed up pervert.
	Once settled in the car the man fired up the thrashed vehicle and off the went.  The road up to the “remote” cabin was a bitch.  The road was dirt, clay, and rock.  Small “canyons” ran in the middle of it, on the sides, and could easily swallow the car and no one would know it.  On either side of the “road” were trees, tree limbs sticking way out; boulders the size of houses; small hills that swept the car up near to its side as it traveled haphazardly down the narrow grade until finally leveling off.
	The road emptied to a small wooden bridge crossing a creek and then there was a road, a real road—with pavement and everything.  The man turned the car onto the road and tromped on the gas.
	The car didn’t exactly respond but kind of sputtered.  It eventually got to sailing speed and the kids kicked back and listened to the wind whistling thru the open windows.
	Forty-five minutes later and they came to the outskirts of a town, moderate size.  At the entrance, though, was a long line of cars and other assorted vehicles—held up by the large presence of local law enforcers and National Guard.
	‘hmmm, your ass is fried.’ thought Keeven.
	Not yet.

	The wicked man pulled up to the last vehicle in line and waited.
	And waited.  And waited.  The line moved, then stopped.  And they waited.  And waited.  The line moved up again—then stopped.  Keeven felt the need to poop.  He was able to pinch it off but the girls were in bathroom distress themselves.
	After another move up there was a dirt road off to the right of a long line of mailboxes.  A large sign was posted:  Fresh Eggs!  Fresh Strawberries!  Fresh Honey!  Fresh Elderberries!
	When the car was lined up with the other road the wicked man made the turn.  He drove slowly and as normally as possible.  Keeven sunk into the backseat, ‘damn, shit, fuck, piss, damn.’  He sighed, farted, and felt the need to shit increasing.
	At a small backcountry home there was an outbuilding shed put up in front of the home and the so-so grassy yard with a long table and an old fashioned cash register.  The wicked man stopped the car then turned to the kids in the back seat; he said nothing but gave them a “wicked” look.
	Keeven nodded his head that he understood—no fuss, no making a signal to those who ran the fruit/veggie stand.  The wicked man got out and made some purchases.  Keeven overheard him asking “where does this road go?” seeings as how it didn’t dead end.
	There were a couple of other homes in the area, small farms.  The road went between some hills, down into a small farm country valley and eventually emptied into Bartleton (the town where the NG and law enforcers were checking for “missing” persons.)
	It took most the day to make the trek.
	Once down the hill the wicked man pulled over—the kids in the backseat expressed a great need to “commune with nature.”  He himself did as well.
	For the “communing with nature” bit the kids once more had to peel out of their clothes.  The girls had to stand in a small sunny meadow naked, their legs apart, and pee.
	Keeven didn’t have to pee, he had to crap.
	He was let be to do that alone.  The wicked man gave him a look conveying, “if you run, they’ll suffer.”  Keeven understood and went to some bushes at the meadow’s edge and pooped his fill.
	Meanwhile, Emily and Allison sucked the wicked man’s cock.  When it was sufficiently hard he had Emily lay down, Allison on top of her, facing down.  The wicked man’s wicked cock slid into Allison’s crapper and when Keeven returned to them, he went into Allison’s mouth.  When he was ready to shoot his wad, he was guided into Emily’s cunt.

	When they were done fucking around in the meadow they dressed, had some lunch, and then moved along again.  There were no NG or other law enforcing vehicles at the road that emptied into the town, but the wicked man stopped the car, pulling it off the road entirely and parking it.  It was early evening.  The kids napped while the wicked man seemed to brood.
	Bartleton had a population of some 7,000; they were spread out with farms surrounding them, a small river, an industrial complex hosting a chemical plant and a oil refinery.  When it was good and dark the wicked man drove slowly into the town.
	Not a lot going on, there was some activity warranting a great number of the town’s citizens to attend, something like a carnival or fair.  The wicked man pulled the car to the town’s only bus station and booted out young Emily.  He said nothing and drove slowly away.

***

	Two hours away was the big city Brighton.  At the outskirts at a covered bus stop one hour from sunrise, Allison departed the thrashed rental car.  Keeven was kinda sorry to see her go, she wasn’t bad for a white chick.  Nor was even Emily!
	“Know this place?” the man of few words asked.
	Keeven didn’t, but it wasn’t dissimilar to his own burg; tall ass buildings; ten million cars; twenty million peoples; shit loads of sidewalks and streets.  
	“Dude, may I ask what your name is?”
	The wicked man had stopped at a stop light; the light had changed but he hadn’t tromped on the gas to move.  The car(s) behind began to honk to motivate him.  Finally he got the message and throttled thru the intersection just as the light changed back to Red.
	“Dude, you alright?”
	For the first time, “I don’t know.”
	Keeven didn’t know what to say to that.
	“Maybe you ought to let me out—about here.”  Throngs of city people were everywhere, it was hot as hell outside; cars, traffic, people, National Guard.  Several times the wicked man pulled to a stop—each time was a prime opportunity for Keeven to just “open the door and get the fuck out.”
	But for some fucked up reason—he didn’t.

	“Oh shit!” he blurted as the wicked man came to another stop.  Crossing in the crosswalk were a bunch of young girls, ten to twelve, in short skirts—private school girls.  Most were white girls, but three were black, two were Asian, one was “other.”  All were cute, bouncing chests, good lookers all of them.
	Some nice teenage girls, tall white chicks with major titties passed by at another crosswalk.  Keeven crawled out of the backseat and into the front seat—he had wood.
	“Fuck, I love the city!” he blurted.
	The man beside him smiled and gouged the heel of his hand to his own “wood.”  It had been several hours since last he had fucked!
	Cute girls of every size, color, skin color, breed, and nationally taunted the two horndogs.  “Dude, I cant stand it!” Keeven commented with a chortled.
	“Well,” said the wicked man, “we can always fix that.” and onto the bench seat he produced the EMAD.
	“Dude, you serious?”
	“As a heart attack.”
	“Man you is whacked!” Keeven said with a smile.  He nodded his head, “Dude, I’m with you.”
	“It’s not “DUDE”,” the man said with some sort of seriousness, “it’s Ben.”
	“Ben, like in Franklin?”
	“Yeah-yeah, something like that.”

****

finale before the finale
	“I don’t think this car’s going to make it.”
	“You could be right.”
	Ben Wickked had his foot to the floorboard but the car was barely making any progress—of course, it was up hill.  The smell from the engine wasn’t good and there was too much noise indicating serious problems.  He couldn’t remember if he had opted for the “insurance” on the car when he rented or not.
	When he rented it.
	That was days ago.
	Days.
	What had happened he wasn’t sure—but had an idea.
	How he was to explain it was going to take “days”, too.

	Some dinner had been secured, this after a quick trip to an ATM.  Thereafter he made a phone call—home.  It had been some four days since his wife, Leeann, had heard from him.  She had sent police looking for him, private detectives, and those he had gone to see in the big city.
	Without saying blatantly over the unsecured phone he conveyed that he had been absorbed with the “gift” she had placed in his suitcase.  Leeann had figured as much but after two days and not word one from him she worried.  She thought, though, that if he had come into trouble, cops would have been at her door right quick.
	By the third day she figured something had gone terribly awry but had no clue as to what.  By day four she was in Panic Mode.  She had sent their children to her parents and was about to come to the city to begin searching herself when he finally called.  Finally!
	But she could tell that he wasn’t quite himself.
	“I’m coming out there--”
	“No, I’m good—good now.” But he wasn’t.  “Going to do one more thing and-and then I’m home—coming home.”
	“Tell me where you are.”
	“I don’t know.” And he didn’t.
	“I’ll call tomorrow.” And he hung up.

	The car was fucked.  It sounded like on its last legs and there was absolutely no power.  Ben had no idea how he was going to explain it to the rental people.  A plan was formulated—it wasn’t a particularly good one—but it was a plan nonetheless.
	Anyways, Keeven clung to the seat for dear life.  “Dude, Ben, this shit is whacked!”
	“Yeah.” The lights of the crappy mid-sized car bounced up and down in the dust filled night as the car once more traveled up the quirky mountain road back to the remote cabin.  The car slowly crept up the semi-steep hardly ever used road and came to rest (and die) where it had been only hours before.
	“The only way we’re getting out of here now,” Ben said dryly, “will be by foot.”	
	“That’s cool with me.” Keeven replied, he was willing to take an ass beating over riding in the car again.  The two eased out of the car, stretched, farted, with Keeven exclaiming, “Ben, I gotta pee, should I hold for them or what?”
	“Do what you gotta do,” Ben replied with a near sneer, “there’ll be plenty of time for watering them.”

	And the “them” referred to the girls cramped in the backseat.
	Cheryl Comril, Wendy Casselburger, Annie Marshall, Holly Porter, and Julie Barnsworth.  Julie was the youngest at nine, but she looked at least ten.  Annie Marshall was ten, but looked nine.  Holly Porter was twelve, she looked eleven.  Cheryl Comril was fourteen and looked thirteen.  Only Wendy Casselburger looked and appeared her age, which was fourteen, as well.
	The EMAD was alive and working!

	It had been Keeven who had spotted the girls, each one.  He had admired them and when Ben saw him gouging his woody with the heal of his hand, Ben put ideas to work and caressed the EMAD.  The Subjects all hung around a 1950s drive-in where some classic cars were parked.  One by one the girls were “zapped” and mislead out to the car; Cheryl and Wendy were a “set” though and they were brought together.  They were cheerleaders and wore their cheerleader outfits. 
	As each girl was ushered into the car, Keeven felt them out, up, and all over.  He knew that by midnight he would have his cum spillage coating their naked bodies!  The EMAD had changed him, too.
	Keeven whipped his mamba out and whizzed.  Ben did likewise; stretched, farted, and sighed deeply.  The air was cool, dark, and nicely scented.  Keeven walked around the car, it was damn dark but Ben knew the boy had his dick out still.
	“So whad up, now?” Keeven said slinging some “street.”
	“Get the food and stuff into the cabin.”  The interior light came on as the rear door was opened.  The cramped girls were “controllable”, their minds in lockdown.  Julie had pissed herself and did a good job of it, too.  So had Cheryl.  No one else had any accidents.  As Keeven carried the food supplies into the cabin, Ben pulled the girls out and checked their mental status.
	“All good, Boss?” Keeven said, switching from “Dude” to Boss as Ben had switched from “BOY” to, “Son”, and then “K”, “Keev”, and “Keeven”.
	“Yeah,” he said, although the indicator on the EMAD showed Holly Porter’s mind link wavering.  Annie and Wendy showed similar signs.  
	“Something wrong?”
	“EMAD’s getting’ hot,--”
	“What’s that mean?”
	Ben sighed, “Means that it wont be long, it-it means the lock on them is getting loose.”
	“Oh, they comin’ around then?”
	“Yeah.”
	“Then we’d better get ‘em inside and tied up, huh?”
	“Damn straight!”

Wicked is as Wiccked does
	When she didn’t immediately comply, the air was charged with the belt snapping in the air.  Everyone jerked, including Keeven.  The fourteen year old licked her lips and knew then how much trouble she was in.
	“Like, oh my God!” the preppy teen was shocked, stunned, and in no way going to comply with the command given to her, “take off your clothes, ‘cept your panties.”
	There was like, no way.
	Yes way.
	Young Julie Barns was quickly held up against the wicked man, Keeven was handed the EMAD.  Ben yanked down the girl’s pants and panties and landed a swift hard smack of the belt to her dainty darling little ass.
	The screamed out and fussed so—which only incited Ben to smack her again—and again—and again.
	“Dude, chill.” whispered Keeven.
	Ben complied.
	Julie cried.
	Cheryl’s yellow and white cheerleader outfit lay crumbled at her feet.  She stood in dark yellow cheerleader panties.  She stood in fear, of herself and of the beating the little girl had suffered.  She knew an EMAD was in use and that the EMAD detectors and preventors she had were worthless.
	“Lay on the bed, open your legs.” she was told by the man.
	Cheryl was all kinds of frightened and pissed off but she complied and positioned herself on the bed—legs open.
	On the floor by the bed sat the others, hands and feet tied, scared out of their minds.  
	“If you don’t do what I tell ya, when I tell ya, I’ll beat someone’s ass raw.”
	“He will, he’s a fucking messed up white dude,” sparked up Keeven, “he’s whacked!”
	Ben smiled and gave the group his best fucked up white dude look.
	Julie peed some more.

	Cheryl turned over as she had been directed to do so; ass up, face down, legs open.  Keeven was ready to bust and made low audible sounds indicating such.
	“Heal, dawg, heal.”
	Keeven grinned; strange, he was beginning to like the ass beating white dude.  Very strange…
	After rubbing her own ass, she was told to “pull ‘em down.”
	Cheryl hesitated a couple of seconds but then moved her yellow pissed in panties to her knees.
	“Virgin?” she was asked.
	She couldn’t answer verbally but nodded her head indicating that she was.
	“Good, I like cherries.”
	Cheryl cringed; she knew what was going to happen.

	With Cheryl being a little older than Emily, Ben took his turn first at “breaking” in the virgin pussy.  He took his time, though, taking the girl’s panties off, sniffing the wetted crotch, then fingering her crack, hole, and sopping wet poon.  Cheryl twisted and clenched.  Ben fingered, probed, then turned the girl over to position her on her back.
	Keeven held little Julie, her pants and panties at her ankles, her ass still burning from the beating.  The lantern that illuminated the room solely cast a wicked shadow on the two lovers on the bed.  All eyes were upon them with most having their mouths hanging wide open.
	Before he got “busy”, though, wicked Wiccked stood nakedly before the frightened girls.  Each girl knew what was eventually going to happen (to them).  For Wendy Casselburger it happened a little sooner.
	“Come here.” he said waggling his hard-on.  
	Wendy held firm, pursing her lips, tightening her young body in some sort of predestined agony.  ‘I don’t wanna’ was her conveyance.  
	Julie who had been facing the group, was turned about; Keeven made small circles about her sweet little ass—he gave it a smack and Julie grew two inches.
	“Suck me and get it over with, or stay where you are and we’ll get into something more serious.”
	Wendy had no idea what he meant; she cringed and felt sick to her stomach.  The black teenage boy smacked the little girl’s ass again, a little harder.  Wendy relented reluctantly and came forward.
	“Take off your clothes, first.”
	Again Wendy hesitated.  

	Again Julie suffered.
	Again Wendy relented reluctantly and shed her cheerleader outfit, ‘cept for her panties.  Both she and Cheryl had nice knockers, teenage titties, pleasing melons.  Both girls had good bodies overall—they were cheerleaders!
	Cheryl’s hair was of the blondish variety while Wendy had lovely silky coal dark hair.  Wendy was a few cunt hairs taller, and a little “wider” but still tune with a good shape for a cheerleader.
	Both girls were virgins.
	Cheerleader virgins—hmmmm, imagine that!
	Wendy confessed to only once giving a blowjob to a boyfriend.  She ‘fessed, too, that she jerked him off, showed her titties, and let him fingering her out.  But that was all.  She seriously held back gobbling Ben’s dong, but with the hard slaps to the little girl’s bare ass Wendy finally sucked it up and sucked it down…
	She didn’t gag like previous cocksuckers of Ben’s dong had done, but she made faces just the same.  Ben smacked her face with his cock, humped her face, and had then had her suck his testicles, too, for good measure.
	Then it was Holly’s turn.
	Holly had never given a BJ, she had never done anything naughty with another boy (or girl).  She DID, finger herself—she admitted under dire duress.  Nothing with her asshole but she was tweaking her nipples now and then.  She was a normal girl and “thought” of boys and what sex would be like with one; but wasn’t ready and didn’t want to get pregnant.  Little boys under ten she had seen naked, she had babysat for them and helped them when they wet their pants, hurt their “boy parts” and so on.  But nothing sexual.
	She gagged and retched on the cock in her mouth; she needed sun, she was lily white; golden blond hair in twin braids, super blue eyes; naïve.  Her breasts were small, “apples”; as she sucked, Wendy was told to “strip to the skin.”  ‘cept for her panties.
	The girl had trouble complying with that; she clenched herself tightly all over in some sort odd defiance.  But a look to the black youth who held the little girl, rubbing her ass and giving her a wicked look prompted her to peel off her cheerleader clothing and be clad merely in her matching cheerleader yellow panties.
	She gave a look back to the man, her face stern and angry, “fucker” she conveyed.  Ben smiled and felt the overwhelming desire to beat her ass blood red.

	The feeling swelled in him, frightened him.  Somehow he curbed it and pushed it away—he didn’t want to be violent.  He blamed the EMAD.  The EMAD had controlled him, wiped his memory and sent him into a world of treacherous debauchery.  And he just wasn’t that way.
	Holly thought she was going to hurl, the man’s cock was horrible in her mouth; she didn’t care, either, for having to suck his hairy balls.  she cared less for when the cock came to hump her face, his balls scrunching up tight against her nose.  
	“Get on the bed.” Wendy was told.  The stricken girl moved slowly but crawled onto the bed, laying on her stomach beside Cheryl.
	Ten year old Annie backed up to the wall—it was her turn.
	No matter the swatting lauded to Julie’s ass, Annie wasn’t moving.  She was frightened, very frightened.  Ben didn’t move from where he was standing—the girl was going to have to come to him.  When she didn’t, Julie suffered.  When that didn’t motivate her, the belt snapped the air and Annie peed herself.
	Annie seemed glued to the floor and wall, she shook and shuddered, and peed.  Her fright was genuine.  A pretty girl, kinda plain—nothing striking.  Light brown hair in a single long braid; heavy bangs, small lips, and small body overall.  And there was no way she was going to willingly crawl forth to gobble a man’s cock.
	Ben stepped to her—angered that he had to.  It was that anger that seethed in him and had him dramatically grab for the girl—and when she fussed she found herself slammed against the wall HARD.  The force of the impact nearly very muchly caused her to lose her breath and near consciousness.  Then she was jerked into place against the strong violent man who couldn’t jerk her pants down ‘cause they were clad to her body tightly.  So he took to swatting her ass with the belt with her jeans (wet jeans) on.
	“LEAVE HER ALONE YOU BASTARD!” shouted Wendy sitting up.
	Annie was shoved back to the wall and chaos reigned.  When Ben grabbed Wendy to discipline her for her outburst, Cheryl lashed out at him with a kick.  Keeven pushed Julie down and went into the fray to help.  The two teen girls tried their best to fight Ben.  But Ben was stronger, and pissed off.  A hard slap to Wendy put her down (and in her place).  She was dizzied from the smack, the sting would last for a long time and possibly jarred some teeth loose.
	Cheryl was roughly positioned against the bed, with Keeven holding firmly Ben took the belt to her ass and let it fly.  Repeatedly.

*
Cherry blossom’ time!
	Standing before the terrified little girl, “Suck me” was commanded of her again.  Her face and crotch were wet, she trembled still and sobbed some and was still highly charged with rampant emptions—all of the terrified-frightened kind.
	But timidly she stretched out a trembling hand and grasped the man’s cock.  Closing her eyes she opened her mouth (that was also trembling).  Slowly she engulfed the head of the pulsing prong; she made a face right off but on her own took in as much as she could.
	She didn’t care for it but gobbled half the cock with one hand holding it still.  She sucked and sucked and then endured the face fuck.  Holly meanwhile stripped off all her clothes, ‘cept panties.  She got on the bed laying on her back (as per command.)  Cheryl lay beside her on her stomach, her panties on the floor as they had been at her knees but came off during the previous fracus.
	Wendy lay on her stomach, panties at her knees.
	A moment after Holly laid out she moved off-pink undies to her knees, too.  She wept some as she was broken.  She didn’t know what it would be like to be raped but she knew it was going to happen.
	After Annie’s face fuck, the girl was pulled up and undressed.  She did nothing as the man who’s cock she had suck stripped her clothes off.  When she stood in her purple panties the man paused, then slipped his hands inside to squeeze her butt.
	She was a virgin—was.  She wasn’t even into fingering herself!  She only touched her cunny and asshole when bathing.  She had no real concerns sexually about “boys” of any age, but there was a mild curiosity about what they looked like naked.  Annie Marshall had never-ever seen a boy nude!  
	Onto the bed she was lain, up by the pillows, nude.  She trembled some and held her hand to her stomach.  Her ordeal, though, was going to make her much more than just simply sick to her stomach…

	Then there was Julie.  Julie Barns age nine was an actress; she had a few commercials under her belt, co-stared in a kid’s television show, and was beginning her singing career.  She had poise, posture, and promise.  She was cute, light brown hair in a nice non-trendy style, heavy bangs, good body style, and was very sweet.
	She wore jeans and a simple western shirt; at age nine she didn’t have much in the titty department, but she was nine.  Her face was very pretty, in a plain sort of way.  She had promise and potential, and a virgin poon.

	  Like Emily had touched him before, there was something about Julie.  He found himself drawn to her, adoring her—she was unique.  And wet.
	After slipping off her shirt and undershirt he helped her step out of her pants and very wet panties.  She then was escorted to the bathroom.  A look was cast to Keeven; the boy smiled, nodded, and fondled the EMAD in one hand and the belt in the other.  Not one of the girls on the bed made a move.
	In the bathroom Ben placed Julie in the shower stall.  Then he stripped off all of his clothes and joined her.  She was lathered up firstly and very muchly fingered out between her legs and ass.  It made the poor girl incredibly embarrassed and uncomfortable.  The man bathing and fingering her didn’t care.
	She was rinsed off and then dried.  It was then in the flickering light of the lone candle in the bathroom that Julie’s nude body was looked over by the wicked man.  He stared mostly at her virgin poon, then traveled his eyes up to her chest; she was turned around and “bent over” and told to “spread ‘em.”
	Julie was wise enough to know what “spread ‘em” referred to, her ass cheeks.  She spread the cheeks and the man once more violated her with a finger to her pert asshole.
	His hand smoothed all over her butt; then she was stood up and hugged with the man fingering her pussy.   Against her butt she felt his manhood thing.  The girl began to panic.  Up and down and then all around the man’s manthing rubbed her ass; between her crack—poking her hole, then between her legs for an intense rub.
	Keeven appeared at the door, naked, with a major boner raging.
	“Dude, uh, Bee—uh, Dude, some of them on the bed gotta pee.”
	Ben nodded and held Julie to him, his cock poking out between her legs.  “Bring ‘em in, then, one at a time.” he smiled and put across to his “helper” a notion.  Keeven nodded and went to fetch one of the girls.
	Terrified Holly Porter.
	The girl stared longingly at Julie and the man behind her, it was mind boggling.  But her urge to pee prompted her to move to the toilet.
	“You gotta JUST pee or do you gotta crap, too?”
	Holly was horrified at being asked such a thing.  she was a good girl, she didn’t cuss and didn’t like being around those who did.  She went to a private school academy and was of a good parentage.  
	“I-I just got to—to--”
	“Pee or shit, which is it, or both?”
	The girl’s mouth hung open and in no way was she going to verbally express who bodily function need.  Until the glare from the man encouraged her to do so.
	“Pee.” she said near meekly.
	The man cast a look and a nod to the black boy.  The boy plopped himself down onto the toilet and opened his legs.  Holly was confused.  Keeven reached out for her, pulling her to him.  From the outer room the girls on the bed risked an ass busting and looked up to see what was going on.
	Going on was the nude frightened twelve year old straddling the black boy’s lap.  The boy’s hands were all over the girl’s ass and she was peeing!  Most of her urine stream splashed onto the black’s chest.  He sucked on her small pre-teen mounds and clenched her buttocks tightly.  
	When Holly had finished her pee—she was pushed to her knees.
	“Suck him.”
	Holly looked hopeless as she sunk to her knees.  The wavering hard black mamba before her was impressive.  Long, thick, and throbbing.  Holly just couldn’t see herself sucking it—she hadn’t gotten the taste of the man’s cock out of her mouth yet!
	But under threat of a severe ass beating, Holly Porter gobbled dong.
	The taste of a guy’s dick was bad enough, but the taste of her own urine really made things interesting—and disgusting.  Holly sucked the boy’s cock, then his balls where her pee had coated them.  She retched and vomited—luckily her head was in the toilet already…
	The fingering of Julie continued with the man’s finger breaking her pussy protector.  She was cleaned up and fingered continuously while Cheryl, Wendy, and Annie came to take this piss turns.  Each girl straddled Keeven and peed, then sucked his cock and balls.  Wendy Casselburger was the only other girl to toss her cookies.
	The girls showered, all together, in the shower stall.  Afterwards, they dried one another off and then returned to the bed.  They were exhausted, tired, frightened, confused, but mostly and mainly exhausted.  Sleep came to them and that they did—sleep.
	Keeven showered then curled up on the sleeping bag recently purchased.  Ben settled on a sleeping bag, with Julie between his legs.  She went sleep and Ben fiddled with the EMAD until sleep overtook him, too.
	In the morning it was a new day.

	Keeven was awed seeing how more calm the girls were—very calm.  They pranced about nakedly and complied with Ben’s commands without hesitation.  They didn’t seem to be themselves.  After breakfast the girls copped a spot on the floor and waited.
	Ben selected Cheryl.  Onto the great bed they went; Cheryl laying on her back with legs wide; Ben putting his face to her cunt and noshing.  Keeven stroked himself as he watched, none of the other girls seemed distressed—including Cheryl!  
	The girl did undulate her body, twist and communicate that she was alive.  She clenched the bedding and showed signs of sexual bliss.  Mostly it was “awe”.  The breaking of her hymen caused her some discomfort but otherwise she seemed to tolerate her first fuck without much fanfare.
	Ben had to wash his cock after the fucking, carrying Cheryl with him as he did so.  In the shower the girl got her equally virgin bung hole busted.  He took his time—and then the water ran out.
	Cheryl was dried, lightly smacked on the ass and then “serviced” Ben’s cock until he blasted a hot sticky load into her mouth.  Ben seemed very relieved.  After recovering a moment or two he nodded to Keeven,
	“Come on, we gotta fix the water.”

	Fixing the water took a little time, filling a large water tank that was wood fired for the hot water.  
	“Ben, what’s up with the girls?”
	“I helped them.”
	“Say what?”
	“The EMAD thing, dinked with it to dink with their minds so they’d be more calm and not out of control.”
	“Ah, cool.”  He asked no more questions and finished his work. 
	They worked in the nude.  They got very dirty, muddy, and Keeven appreciated not being talked down to; he had a mind and was capable of figuring things out and seeing “ahead.”  The water tank had some leak problems and needed better servicing; and Ben let him do the work putting confidence in him.
	“Anyone else out here?” Keeven asked after a while.
	“Not that I know of—or we’d know it by now.”
	Keeven grinned at that and found himself with strange feelings towards the strange white dude.  He tried not to gawk at the man’s dangling dong—his mind held brief images of being forced to suck the man’s cock, his balls, and to take the man’s cock up his ass.

	But Keeven knew that something had happened to the strange white dude to make him be that way—violent.  He didn’t know what exactly, but he liked Ben a lot better when he was calm, “cool” in other words.
	After getting a new fire going to the water heater, the two returned to the inside of the cabin.  The girls were all in their places, calm and undisturbed.  Ben and Keeven checked the water heater and when the water was sufficient—they showered—together.
	Mid way thru, after being lathered up and then rinsed, Keeven was turned about.  Lightly he slipped his hands down and rubbed his black ass, then slowly stooped forward some, parting his black ass cheeks.  When after they had washed off their muddy bodies and gotten lathered up—Ben had wood.  A mighty stiffy.  A rail on.  It was bigger than Keeven had ever seen—and he had seen many black dicks in his family—his dad, uncle, older bro, and even classmates his age!
	Ben applied his manhood to the black boy’s ass, gliding up and down the crack, then between the legs to nuzzle the lad’s balls.  Ben’s hands went to the boy’s hips; Keeven kept a cheek pulled while the other hand guided the wicked man’s cock into her hole.
	It was still tight, and just been washed/cleaned so penetration was not so easy.  But dire determination being what it was Keeven was sodomized by the strange white dude.

*

	Cheryl once more received Ben’s love tool.  There was little fussing the second go round and Ben enjoyed the fuck a lot better.  He took his time, sliding his tool in and out while suckling on her breasts—his hands traveling up and down her body.  When he at last unleashed his liquid love, he lay on her with his tongue delving into her mouth.
	The fourteen year old though had been “calmed” by the EMAD still had the presence of mind of knowing it wasn’t right.  She couldn’t fight back, though, but she didn’t exactly enjoy the whole ordeal, either.
	Ben was cool with that.
	When done, Ben had Wendy come lick the girl’s pussy clean.
	Wendy seriously did not want to do the deed—but was compelled to do so by the guile of the man controlling her and the EMAD he controlled.  She was not “calm” per se, but not enthused, either.

	Everyone watched as Wendy performed the oral vaginal cleaning of her friend.  There was a lot of splooge and it was disgusting to the fourteen year old.  As she licked clean Cheryl’s cunt, Keeven took the girl from behind; Ben crawled up to Cheryl’s face and face fucked her before shoving his meat stick into her mouth for a hearty cock suck.
	Holly and Annie clung to one another looking on in horror with Julie curling up into a fetal position—sucking her thumb.

	“Come on up,” the man said, “got cleaning here, too.”
	Wendy looked broken, very broken, but couldn’t push away the horrid command.  She had licked and licked, lapped and lapped her friend’s cunny area, cleaning it of all the spunk that had been there.  She was greatly disgusted and sickened.  Then she had another task—to crawl up her friend’s body and clean the spunk from her face.
	Cheryl clenched herself tightly as her friend crawled on her; both girls were friends with Cheryl being a little more outgoing, easy going, talkative, and had the “cheerleader” mentality of being a Valley Girl who lived in the city.
	A great deal of man spunk coated her face.  Wendy had to lick it clean.  Cheryl’s hands went onto Wendy’s body, caressing her breasts, her sides, and ass.  
	When the licking was complete the girls had to kiss—tongue in the other’s mouth “and grind your pussies together.”
	The young teen girls were stricken as neither had any sexual feelings towards one another, or any other girl.  They were normal teens with normal sexual feelings aimed for guys.  Neither girl was ready for sex; fear of getting pregnant and some lame disease and “they weren’t ready.”
	Both admitted to fingerbanging themselves.
	Both admitted to smoking pot now and then, drinking beer and doing whiskey shots.  Both were curious about what it would be like to be fucked, but not in the ass or the mouth.  Both thought oral sex to be gross.
	“Turn around.” Wendy was told.  The grossed out girl did so, slowly.  She laid down again and saw the faces of the other girls.  Her stomach turned and knotted up—to say she was confused would be an understatement.
	Suddenly her ass was smacked.
	Then again and again and again.
	Not very hard but she still didn’t like it just the same.
	Then she felt a tongue to her cunt.  She herself returned to licking Cheryl’s poon—but it wasn’t clear if she had “heard” the command to do so or what.  
	The girls lay width wise on the great bed, Cheryl’s head was right at the edge/side of the bed, Wendy’s knees right there, too.  Behind her, standing with a “rail on” was the man, Ben Wickked.
	“Lick her hole, clean.” he said.
	Cheryl thought (and wished) she’d pass out.  She had to part Wendy’s ass herself and look at the cum stained hole awaiting her—sperm lauded the hole, the crack, everywhere—put there by the black boy who had sodomized Wendy earlier.
	There was some retching and gagging but with her eyes closed she flicked her tongue to the dirt chute and cleaned the cum in just a few minutes.  Ben caressed Wendy’s ass, smacking it for his pleasure every now and then and when he was at the apex of his horniness, he jammed his cock into Wendy’s pooper.
	Keeven jammed his cock into Cheryl’s cunt.
	The girls “in waiting” watched, cringed, and were in awe—they had no idea sex could be so graphic!  Only Holly had a basic idea of what sex was and how it was supposed to be done—what she saw taking place on the bed was beyond anything she knew.
	Keeven’s body grew tight as he reached the sexual plateau he was growing to love.  He strained DEEP into Cheryl’s tight cunt; then quickly pulled out to squirt the remainder onto Wendy’s face.
	Wendy also had to re-clean Cheryl’s twat.
	Cheryl had to lick clean Wendy’s asshole, too…

	Wendy grunted and made other audible sounds as she was ploughed from the front and rear—the man in her asshole and the black boy in her cunt.  The sensation was odd, weird, with very little pleasure—although the two fuckers fucking her seemed to enjoy themselves.
	It was all young Wendy could do to “hang” on; nothing tangible but a finger of speech.  Both fuckers had taken only a few minutes before double teaming her.  Her hip was smacked until she pulled a cheek open enough to allow the bastard man to stuffed her aching/smoldering asshole.  The black boy giggled as he slid his prick into her cunny.
	The girls in waiting were even more awestruck.
	Somehow she endured the double teaming and when the two fuckers fucking her were done—she was taken into the shower and done again!

	After dinner that night, Wendy received her double teaming, after a righteous spanking due to her fussing.  The EMAD was working but with so many to control it needed a little rest.  Ben was worried about shutting the unit off—for one, would it start up again when he needed it; and two, how would his captives be?
	Bare hand smacking followed by a belting put the girl and the other Girls in Waiting in place.  Wendy vehemently expressed that she would do anything.  Her ass had been stricken right to the brink of bleeding.  When the belting stopped the man took her—doggie style on the floor.  Keeven had the Girls in Waiting come up to gawk and get an Up Close and Personal look at the doggie style position in person.  The man initiating the doggie style was humping Wendy’s cunt, but pulled out to jam into her fourteen year old asshole and hump there for a minute or so.

	Along with being creamed on, the girls, too, were peed on.  Of course!
	Starting on the second morning; everyone had to pee, Wendy going first.  For her first day she had sucked cock, licked pussy and asshole, sucked more cock, got reamed in the ass, had her ass blistered, sucked more cock, licked more cunt, and was fucked silly.  
	For her second morning she was perched on the toilet with not one but both Fuckers standing before her.  As she peed she was peed on.  Then she sucked their cocks.  
	All the girls had to stand in a line to be gawked at.  It was uncomfortable but they had no choice—their conditioning conditioned them to obey—whether they liked it or not.  Ben and his sidekick stepped up to the girls, one at a time—the girls had to handle the cock before them, the balls, and then be embraced.  During the embrace they were Frenched (invaded) via the Mouth, Pussy, and Asshole—with tongue or fingers (or both!)
	Their young bodies were acutely examined all over; their breasts pawed and then suckled; small circles applied to their ass followed by small pats.  Each girl endured the Line Up, they stood shaking and trembling in place totally having their minds blitzed by the sheer naughtiness.
	Little Julie conveyed that she couldn’t hold it and really needed to pee.  Ben and Keeven had drunk some water and coffee after their initial pee on Wendy; then they spent the next half hour with the Line Up.  They were ready.
	Julie was escorted into the bathroom—Keeven following behind as he enjoyed watching a nude girl walk about—‘specially from the rear.

	Julie straddled the toilet, facing out into the room.  It was a little awkward but she did it just the same.  She was embarrassed—greatly.  Although nine, she knew that eventually she was going to be molested—more than just being fingered and peed on.
	Pursing her lips she stood sort of holding off peeing while standing up.  Her pretty eyes latched onto the two Fuckers who stood blatantly nude before her.  Closing her eyes she let gravity take over and her bladder emptied.
	As she peed before the two men they peed on her.
	It grossed little Julie out.  It was more than horrific—it was disgusting.  She stood in trepidation with her bare ass up against the cold porcelain tank lid as the two Fuckers urinated on her, then stepped up to wipe their cocks on her chest.
	“Suck ‘em.” she was told.
	the command wasn’t received well, Julie began to weep and it took a hard swat to her ass to get her to comply.  Clutching Ben’s testes she engulfed the head of his cock and sucked it.
	A few moments later and he was sending rivers of  cum down her throat.  It totally disgusted her and she nearly barfed.  But the cock was removed—only to began face fucking her.  She had to suckle the man’s hairy nads and when he was done—she had the task to do over again with the black boy!
	While she sucked Keeven’s prick Ben fingered her pussy and fondled her ass.  Her virgin holes thrilled him—well, the ones his cock hadn’t filled with his liquid love, yet.  But that would soon cum…
	When Keeven’s balls were empty, the girl was helped into the shower.  She was petrified-terrified and having a difficult time coping.  But she stood and was lathered up by both Fuckers.  Ben tickled her; she declined to like it at first but then got her to giggle.  She was still grossed out by the hellish deed she was in and became more and more confused by it all, too.
	After finishing with Julie the three stepped out of the bathroom.
	“Hold it right there, asshole!”  Wendy Casselburger held the EMAD in her hands.
	“Oh shit!”