August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 25
Engaging Moans

Wicked ending
	He was doing exactly what he was supposed to have been saved from doing!  But then again, so was she herself.  It had started with “good intentions”—sort of.  To “save her family” from the possible assault of lust from Ben to his three precious girls.  That had been the premise and the whole cause of Leeann “acquiring” the illegal EMAD.  
	She didn’t know what had happened to her husband during his “trip” and did regret slipping him the EMAD, but she only wanted to “save” him and hopefully “get it out of his system” before coming back home.  The EMAD had obviously overtaken him—just as it had her herself.
	And the more she struggled against its influence, the more torment there seemed to be within each of them.  But to give in was something neither wished to submit to—not readily anyways.  But submission was the only answer.

	The only time Ben was naughty with his girls, though, was at bath time.  Well, sort of.  The other times was helping them dress, when hugging them, when tucking them into bed, and when disciplining them for various reasons that usually warranted a mere scolding before.  During the “dressing” he snugged up their underwear, patted their butts, and hugged them greatly with his Little Man snugged up against their soft bellies.
	At bedtime he took them to the bathroom for their final induced “pee”, usually Amber took her panties just to her knees as she sat on the toilet, Ben worked her undies to her ankles and opened her legs—gawking at her as she unleashed her urine stream.
	During discipline time he took the girl who was in need of correction across his knee with her pants and panties and her ankles; prior disciplinary measures had the girl across the knee with her clothes still on.  

	The spankings were still not “hard” per se, but turned the ass flesh just as red.  Ben was careful (and wise) not to harm his child as pissed off children tended to have spiteful mouths (and tell other people their woes, stresses, and what Mom and Dad were doing to them.)
	After the spanking(s) there was the hugging and the talking to about why the spanking had to happen.  When the child understood why she was disciplined, then she was allowed to pull up her clothes and go on about her business.  Ben then went on about his business; screwing his wife while thinking of screwing his girls…
	Somehow, amazingly how, Ben did not make any vaginal OR anal penetrations to his three precious girls.  Note, no anal or vaginal penetrations.  There was significant Oral penetration (copulation.)  Ben enjoyed it and the girls were too naïve to know better.  To each girl he “anointed” them with his special love cream, it was four year old Caitlin who noted that it wasn’t PEE from her Daddy’s Little Man but something gooy.  
	It was still regarded as “gross” with only seven year old Amber actually liking the sticky spew.  Bonnie liked working the Little Man furiously until she got it to squirt on her, she didn’t necessarily like the Little Man’s “spit” but it seemed to please her Daddy so she lapped up the spillage anyways.
	But it WAS to what was between their legs and cheeks he wanted to spill his seed the most.  It was to their sacred entrances he wanted to enjoy with passion, illicit or otherwise.  The feeling compelled him and drove him to while drying them off he pressed his hardened Little Man against those areas he desired but decreed to himself that he wouldn’t breech.
	After tucking in his little wonders, Ben hurried himself down to the basement to ease his torment—at the expense of someone else’s.  But those he was tormenting had been used to Ben’s “visits.”  Sometimes he was rough with them, the spanking and dire determination of fucking their assholes until he got his nut and then some; sometimes he just wanted to see them jack off onto each other, suck his dick, fuck each other in the ass, pee on each other, that sort.  
	Leeann saw how greatly it enthused him, turned him on.  It was control, power, and illicit psychotic sexual depravity.  But it turned him on and satisfied his lust requirement.  So at week’s end with the kiddies at their grandparents’ house, Ben and Leeann once more hit the streets, trolling…

*

Over indulgence
	Inasmuch as Ben lusted for the girls, his wife lusted (heavily) for the boys.  One particular “subject” turned into much more than Ben and Leeann could imagine.  The first “subject” was a young teen boy, he could almost easily pass for twelve, but he was fourteen.  Small frame, quick movements, dark hair that was actually dark brown, blue eyes, nice butt.
	But there was a distraction as another boy took interest of both Ben and Leeann.  He was about ten and pissed off—and trying to dodge/elude an older gal presumably his sister.  The “sister” seemed to be in her early twenties and very determined to find her little brother.  She had potential; a long narrow body, long narrow face, kinky-permed hair that was very curly in the shade of the “dirty blond” motif.  Nice sized melons bounced inside her burgundy top; tight jeans revealing a nice—very nice butt.
	The two played Hide-n-Seek at a small strip mini mall with the boy ducking into a pizzeria that was adjacent to an arcade.  With throngs of peoples about his big sister had a hell of a time snagging him.  But she eventually did so grabbing the boy by the nape of his neck and jamming him up against a wall.  She was pissed and the boy was pisseder.

The tragedy of Samantha and Alex
	Cum to find out—the woman was the boy’s mother.  She was barely twenty-four years old, the boy was a few months into his tenth year of life. (but if he kept up his shitty attitude he wouldn’t see his eleventh!)  His mother, Samantha, was PISSED at her young son—so it thwarted the first attempts at subduing her.  Her pissed-offedness lasted several minutes with the boy just as pissed off.  He sulked with arms folded in typical boy sulking fashion up against the brick wall façade of the arcade.  The woman smoked a cigarette and tried to calm down.
	Acquiring still took a little doing, but dire determination finally nabbed her.  An EMAD detector went off nearby at the entrance to the arcade, that was a worry for Ben and Leeann, but it wasn’t clear if it was the newfangled EMAD Ben had constructed using the original EMAD Leeann had originally confiscated or what.
	No matter, there was commotion to cover and Samantha was “acquired” along with her young son.  The Chevy cruised gently out of the parking lot and on about its business.

*
All good things 
	Greg and Frank rubbed their eyes as the light came on and two new members were brought into the fold.  Young Paul remained steadfast asleep and wasn’t bothered.  Greg seemed “amused” at the presence of the woman and nodded his head in approval.  Frank yawned, farted, and flung himself back into his bed and returned to sleep.
	Work began straightaway on Samantha and her son, they were brought to a partition whereas they were semi separated from the three boys on the other side—but only visually speaking.  For their safety and affect, Sam and her son were tied via tight ropes.  Alex was settled but his mother was agitated, pissed, and frightened.  Both required the delicate measures of mind dinking.  Leeann didn’t have too much trouble with young Alex, she gently worked his gray cords down to his bound ankles followed by his underwear.  The boy sat in a slight sweat in fear but not knowing what was actually going to happen (to him); confused ‘cause a woman was stripping him down, too.
	His mother required some wrestling—but that was okay with Ben, when she fussed too much she got belted.  (with each swat young Greg on the other side of the box partition flinched—but he stood naked jerking off just the same…)
	Alex clenched and flinched as he watch his Mom being spanked with the belt.  She soon wised up and settled down and allowed the horrid man to work her jeans and panties down to her bound ankles.  She was furious but for the sake of her Son she allowed it and was settled.
	Of course, she freaked again when the horrid man began fingering her ass crack, touching her virgin poop chute.  The man put the belt to her bare delicate skin causing her to twist her body and beg for him to stop.  The man didn’t stop until her ass was beaten red.  
	“If you continue to piss me off,” warned the man in a grumbling whisper, “the next belting will be to your SON’S ass!”
	Alex ingested the threat and broke down.  The horrid man fingered her virgin pooper, jamming his finger in as far as possible.  He worked his finger only a moment or so before pulling out and caressing her searing-burning ass.  He then positioned himself on his knees, parted her inflamed cheeks and began rim jobbing her funk hole.
	The horrid woman, meanwhile, fondled the stricken boy…

	After a few long enduring minutes of tonguing Samantha’s asshole, Ben stood and paused a moment to lingering a look to her ass.  Then, down came his pants and boxers.  He stood stroking his massive manhood—on the small kiddie bed the eyes of young Alex Taggert widened in shock, awe, and dismay.  This allowed Leeann an easy time of undoing the ropes securing his ankles and pulling off his pants and undies—then resecuring his ankles.
	Ben stepped up to Samantha and began smacking her ass with his hardened cock.  For a moment she was clueless and then she knew.  Up and down her crack, poking at her freshly tongue asshole the mighty cock proved its prowess.  Samantha thought for sure she was going to be doinked in the ass.
	But no, instead the man wrenched her head pulling her body to him.  She turned to face him on her knees, eye to eye with his one-eyed monster.  She knew what the deal was and though lo she had slurped schlong before, she had never been forced—and especially had never done so in the presence of her son.
	She glanced to her nearly nude son, her breath taken away as she saw him with his clothes off laying on a small kid’s bed, his legs open and the woman sucking on his little dinkus.
	Sam’s breath was stricken as the horrid man eased into her mouth his manly cock.  He pumped vigorously trying to shove himself into her throat.  The woman thrashed about until the snap of the belt made her flinch and she settled into a quasi calm manner of sucking dick.
	Then there was the ever popular Face Fuck; Ben pulled his hellish dong out of Sam’s mouth and began earnestly humping her face, scrunching his balls up against her nose straining his cock to the max—then it was back inside her mouth for several minutes of humping until ejaculation.
	Meanwhile, Leeann sucked on young Alex’s wares, cock and balls and all; jamming a finger up into his asshole discovering that there was a lot of “give” to the plunging.  Slowly she peeled out of her clothes and then crawled up onto the boy she had rendered nude.  He was small but but that was okay with Leeann—she liked ‘em small (and young).
	They began to kiss—deeply and with some passion (mostly the passion was from Leeann as the young boy had never ever even kissed a girl before.  Leeann could feel the lad’s prick hardening against her skin—she had sucked the near life out of it strengthening it but as she drove her tongue inside his mouth, caressing his sides, his cock hardened and all was well.

	After gobbling dong for several minutes Samantha finally got spunk.  A great gallant load of fresh cock spew splashed hot (and sticky) against the back of her throat.  The massive cock pulsed inside her mouth and she was not unlike a snaked devouring its pray.  
	But the spunk matter was making her choke and with the man’s hand free from holding her head back she was finally allowed to pull back and breath.  Spew still spurted from the man’s piss slit squirting onto her face.  The man once more fucked her face, gouged her eyes and nose and strained his cock up against her nose and eye socket.
	On the bare mattress her son was getting laid.  The woman was nude and had straddled his waist, easing into her sex his little dick, his own Little Man.  Slowly she rode him; her hand caressing her own ass she moved her fingers to his schlong to help keep it in place in her shaven cunt.
	Young Alex pumped up into Leeann slowly.  There were strange new feelings he had never felt before—and he liked them!  But the situation was too bizarre to fully allow him to enjoy.  And Leeann was whispering Questions to him…
	“Do you play with your pee-pee?”
	“Does anyone play with it besides you?”
	“Do you put anything up your butt?”
	“Does anyone put anything up your butt?”
	“Have you ever seen a girl (any age) naked?”
	“Do you get to see your Mom nude, do you sneak looks at her?”
	The boy struggled with his answers, most of which he strove to keep to himself; but Leeann had a way about her—a away to coax kept information out; she was a mother and had three children who occasionally “kept” information to themselves, too.
	Alex did indeed “play” with his pee-pee.
	Alex fingered his asshole, too.  He sodomized himself with a toilet plunger.  He slept naked and humped the bed—thinking sometimes of girls but also of his Mom.  A few young-young girls he had seen naked, babies/infants and toddlers.  He gave them very little thought but was curious about what girls his age looked like (naked).
	And about the question about “does anyone put anything up your butt?” young Alex strove hard to keep that tid bit to himself.  But Leeann had a way.  Her dynamite pussy was one way, her gentle squeezing of his balls, her pressing of her breasts against him and her sheer nudity against his prompted him to give up extreme personal information best left in a kept state.
	Alex was having on-going sex with his Dad.  Alex’s Dad and Mom were divorced and he lived elsewhere in town.  Alex went to stay with him, often, usually on the weekends.  They romped about the house naked, bathed together, and slept in the same bed—naked.  
	“And there was sex between you?”
	“Yes.”	
	Mostly Alex straddled his Dad’s waist and was fucked in the ass.
	Mostly.
	He didn’t care for performing orally on his Dad but did so on encouragement.  At least once a visit he got himself talked into sucking off his Dad, usually he just accepted being fucked in the butt.  They both masturbated on each other, Alex wasn’t old enough to cum, but he was close.  He DID pee on his Dad’s cock and balls, though.
	Recently, Alex began fucking his Dad’s ass, too.

	The information Alex shared with Leeann was shared with his already distraught Mother.  The news hit like she had been socked in the stomach with a sledge hammer.  Of course, at the time, she was being raped by the horrid man.  There was a moment or two (or three) whereas the fuck was good; since her divorce she had had no sex—just her fingers and a dildo.  
	Her mind was too far gone, though, to fully comprehend what she had heard.  The admissions, though, from her young son raced about her mind conjuring up images of him naked, engaging in immoral sex acts of severe depravity with his Dad.
	It sickened her and she began to retch.
	Thankfully she didn’t spew.
	Her horrid rapist, did, though.  He came in a great heave-ho releasing a massive wad of fresh spunk that was followed by two minutes of intense fucking.  
	Samantha’s breasts were inflamed, her nipples perked to the max and extremely sensitive.  Her pussy quaked.  Her body heaved and sweated and there was a yearning for MORE humping.  She knew it was wrong and illicit and she had been horrendously violated.  Her mind was in extreme uproar with nothing making since.
	The man who had put her into such a state of frenzy left her; she lay spent and then some on some boxes, her arms stretched out above her head, handcuffed together with the chain of the cuffs around a huge sewer pipe.  Her legs, too, were stretched out spread eagle-like and secured to piping preventing her to move whatsoever.  After the horrid man left her and let her be for a few minutes, Alex appeared before her…

	Alex was guided to stand between his naked Mom’s legs staring at her cum soaked cunt.  It was his first really good look at her nudeness, he had seen her before—by accidents on occasion but this was different—way different.
	“Lick her pussy.” Ben told the boy.  He stared stroking his cum shooter, squeezing it at the base as it languished from the intense fuck the boy’s mother had provided him.  He looked upon the boy with some lust; Leeann wasn’t upset in no way with her hubby fucking Samantha, it wasn’t like he was cheating on her—not with her right there in the mix, too.
	Alex stood dumbfounded, his little pud was stiff as he stared and stared; licked his lips; shifted his weight from foot to foot, and waited.
	Leeann cupped his butt, squeezed a cheek and whispered to him, 
	“Go ahead, lick her clean.”
	Alex could only stare at the cunt that had given him life.
	The belt snapping in the air brought him back into reality and with gentle guiding from the nude woman behind him, Alex leaned his head down to his Mom’s cummy twat and began licking spunk.

	Surprisingly, sorta, Alex licked the spunk without retching.  But he was a cocksucker and spunk swallower, so the taste of spew was nothing new.  But licking out his Mom’s twat was different.  But closing his eyes he applied his tongue and licked, lapped, sucked, and got his Mom off.
	All the while Leeann sat squatting behind him, squeezing the boy’s sides, his ass, his cock and balls, and desiring to have a cock herself to shove into the boy’s hole.
	With his Mom’s cunt clean he was directed to “mount” her.
	Samantha thrashed as much as she could, causing great damage to her wrists and ankles (making them bleed) as she tore the skin at her disgust of the situation.  Alex was calm and his cock hard—it was guided into his Mom’s love entrance and he quickly commenced to fucking.
	Leeann sucked on Alex’s ass flesh, placing a hickie on each cheek, fingering his hole, taking his balls up between his legs and sucking on them as he fucked.  Alex fucked slowly as his Mom’s cunt wasn’t too tight—but it pleased him just the same—he was fucking his Mom!
	Samantha tried in vain not to acknowledge the fact that her son was the one screwing her.  The pains to her wrists and ankles and the whole horrid situation finally was too much for her and she relented—reluctantly.  She relaxed and let it be.

	Alex didn’t cum, but he peed.
	Thereafter he sat back totally exhausted.
	Ben was ready by then; he undone Sam’s legs only to resecure them back above her head to the same pipe that held her hands bound.  This pooched her ass(hole) to whereas it was easy access for Ben’s massively hard cock.  Samantha didn’t care for being butt fucked, it wasn’t her thing.  Ben didn’t care and made anal entry into the young woman—but he wasn’t rough.

	As Ben fucked (butt) Leeann fondled Alex’s cock.  There was a strange feeling she couldn’t figure—it was different than that of what she experienced with the other boys on the other side of the partition (Greg, Frank, and Paul.)  With those boys, it was simple sex.  With Alex, she didn’t know—not for sure.  It was more than lust.  She wanted the boy—for herself!
	Inasmuch as Ben had had strong feelings for that little girl he had encountered from the diner (Emily), Leeann had likewise feelings for Alex.  With Leeann, though, it was far easier to seduce the boy and easier to have sex with him.  Ben had to deal with breaking young Emily in, which led to his epic adventure of acquiring someone with a proper cock size who could do the hellish deed.
	The only sound was Ben’s balls slapping as his manly cock reamed Samantha’s hole.  There was the sound of grunts, groans, moans, and manly cock sliding effortlessly into the poop chute—fast and methodical until nearing the end where increased pumping was inevitable.
	Leeann knew what was to come of it when Ben was done.  She squeezed Alex’s cock, fondled his balls.  Whatever happened, to Samantha she didn’t care—but to Alex she wanted to keep.  She wanted to add Alex to her household…

	Alex stood on trembling legs staring at his Mom’s gaping shit hole.  The hole leaked of cum, the man’s cum.  The man stood close by fondling his cock just like his own Dad, did.  Alex heard the words, “lick it clean” but took a time before they actually registered.
	Licking up the cum from his Mom’s cunt was one thing, sucking his Dad’s dick was one thing, but licking splooge from his Mom’s shit hole was out!  But a smack to his ass from the woman behind him put him into a new motivation.  The belt snapping the air also frightened him and motivated him, too.

	He hadn’t retched when sucking the cum from his Mom’s cunt, but he felt like he would hurl when licking his Mom’s funk hole.  The belt lashed his bare ass and another strike inflamed his thighs.  Through whimpers of distress and pain he began earnestly licking his Mom’s hole until it only glistened with his spittle.
	Then he was encouraged to crawl up and mount and fuck it.

	Samantha was only vaguely aware that it was her son who was on her face, his hairless testicles in her mouth, his body laying down hers licking her pussy.  His ass was parted by the fingers of a woman.  Straddling up behind Alex was a man with a huge cock.  The man was humping Alex’s ass, smacking her son’s ass with the cock before pushing his way into Alex’s asshole.
	Samantha tried to protest but couldn’t.  Alex tightened up dramatically as several inches of hearty man cock went sliding into his hole—the man’s cock was significantly bigger than his Dad’s!  Alex screamed his distress into his Mom’s cunt; Leeann stood between the woman’s legs caressing the boy’s shoulders and face, fingering herself (getting turned on more and more.)
	As Ben filled Alex’s asshole (to the max) and settled into a delicious butt fucking of the boy, Leeann went around the makeshift box partition, returning with Greg, Frank, and Paul.  Only Greg had a boner going with the head of his boner already slicked up with his pre-spunk.  Ten year old Frank soon got his boner going with young eight year old Paul getting hard (after he had woke up.)
	With Ben still humping Alex’s ass, Frank slid hard-on into the woman’s cunt with it slipping out and slipping into Alex’s mouth.  Leeann had her nude body up against Frank’s backside caressing his fine nude body, playing with his balls and cock, squeezing his prick at the base and helping him work it as it slid in and out and all about inside Alex’s mouth.
	“It’s coming!” exclaimed Frank.  The twelve year old began to hump furiously, his tight tender ass tightening as his cock strained inside Alex’s mouth.
	“Put it in her pussy.” cooed Leeann from behind him.  She still had a grip on his prick and together they moved his cum squirter back into Samantha’s cunt and Frank’s cock erupted into a massive jut of orgasmic aw.
	Leeann put a hickie on Frank’s shoulder, her pussy was dripping essence, his nipples were inflamed as she pressed herself even harder against her young lover.  

	Frank pumped his all, pulled out and languished his johnson against the woman’s cunt.  He stood on trembling/weak legs as his cock was toyed with, his balls squeezed but not to the point of discomfort.  
	Ben still pumped, but did so slowly—pulling out a time or two to hump the Alex’s ass cheeks, then plunge back in to fuck all the harder—but in slow mode.
	“Clean her pussy.” cooed Leeann to Alex.
	Alex retched and gagged but stuck his tongue out and began lapping up the spilled juices.  He made faces but it was no so unlike when he sucked his Dad’s dick and drank his spunk.
	Finally Ben unleashed a torrent of cum.  It was magnificent, not so much as the spew itself but the act of the orgasm.  Ben strained every inch of his pud into the boy’s hole; he pumped a little more furiously before pulling out, spanking the sweaty ass flesh as his cock died out.
	There was nearly a fall/tumble as Ben slipped off of Samantha’s face.  He caught himself and moved to settle down on the bed laying out exhausted.  He conveyed a thought to his naughty-naughty wife.  She smiled and leaned down Alex’s sweaty back, parted his cheeks and eyed his cum laden hole.
	“Lick it clean.” she told the boy’s mother.

	Young Frank got his turn, humping for all his might into Samantha’s cunt; he wasn’t a “cummer”, not yet, but the effort was there.  He pumped greatly for some time and then filled Alex’s mouth before moving behind the boy to fill the smoldering but freshly tongue licked asshole.  
	Paul’s hard pud slipped effortlessly in and out of Sam’s cunt with a few pumps into her son’s mouth for good measure.  When the boys were done and spent, Frank sodomized the boy then Ben was ready to “go again.”  

	After a nice shower together the naughty duo slipped into bed and cuddled—thoughts to their own.  Ben’s cock still smoldered and would for some time to cum.  Leeann lay still, snuggled against her hubby with her pussy still in yearning.  
	“Want to go back to that place tomorrow?” Leeann asked as she gently squeezed her husband’s nipples.
	“Sure, why not.” He recalled several “prospects” that had pleased him.  there was no end to it—no end.

Spy Games
(the next generation)

On a country day
	Rolling scalloped rustic hills with ancient boulders from the beginning of time made themselves prevalent to the landscape.  The sun was high, the air gently sweetened by wildflowers growing in the wild meadows flanking the open rustic area.  All was peaceful and serene.
	That was soon to change.

	She had just stood up from taking a pee, the breeze blowing flung her blond hair all about; she was a cutey and all of about fourteen or fifteen.  Soft features with “tomboy” attributes.  A green knit shirt with some emblem on the left breast side.  Not too tight jeans, easy to move around jeans but still tight enough to reveal the fact that she had a nice tight crotch and equally tight ass.
	She wore hiking boots and lavender panties with a floral design.  
	After her pee, she stood up cinching up her panties and jeans—and was “zapped.”  She stumbled and fought off the first mind assault; flinging her head and stumbling backwards she tripped over a rock and went down on her backside.
	That wasn’t planned.
	Cam hustled to her finding her in peril as she struggled to catch her breath having the “wind knocked out of her.”  Gasping for breath and in a panic she didn’t mind the “help” of the stranger who loomed over her—unawares of the dangers she was in or the fact that she hadn’t fastened her pants…

	Melody Schaffman’s next knowing was that she was in some sort of dire predicament.  Her pants and panties were off of her body along with her shirt and bra.  She was nude.  Her arms and legs were stretched out as she herself was up against a great boulder.  The noonday sun was baking her tender body.  How she had come into such a situation she didn’t know, but she knew WHY—some fucked up pervert.
	There was no use in struggling, her wrists and ankles were getting rubbed raw.  She cried in her anguish, wailed in her distress.  There was great fear and concern in her and she had a right to be so.

	Not far away four of her friends searched for her, one stood off to have a pee while the others milled about drinking required water and wondering aloud where their other member had gotten off to.  It was determined that the other member “Melody S” had gotten lost.
	“I think she kind of wants to be alone.” spoke up Bradley K.
	“Why?” asked Josh E.
	Bradley sighed and rolled her eyes holding back having to answer.
	“Ok, but you cant tell anyone.”
	“Cant tell anyone what?” asked nosey Ted R.
	Bradley bit her tongue, shook her head and for a moment refused to divulge what she knew.  But the cat’s paw was already out of the bag, might as well let the whole cat out.
	Might as well…
	“Melody’s parents are getting a divorce, she’s going to move with her Mom back to Wisconsin.”
	“Oh shit!” blurted Danielle, “she loves it here!”
	“Yeah,” replied Bradley, “she’s torn up about the move, but don’t let her know you know.”
	The friends of Melody nodded and took a moment or two to digest the information.  Sixteen year old Ted fretted, he hadn’t scored with Melody like he had planned.  But then, he hadn’t scored with either Bradley or Danielle, either.  (or many other girls for that matter.)
	“We ought to find her, though,” said Danielle, “it’s the shits to be alone going through something.”
	“She’s had a head start on us--”
	“I think I know where she’s going.” Bradley said cutting off the youngest member of their group, twelve year old Joshua Eubanks.
	“Where?” asked the token black member of their hiking troop, Danielle.
	“Eagle’s Point.”
	“Aw, crap,” blurted Ted, “all the way up there?” he whined.
	“She’s the best hiker of us all and probably already there.”
	Ted especially hated to admit that that was probably true, he was the oldest, save for Bradley, and a guy who was in fairly decent shape and should be able to out hike any of his friends.
	But then there was Melody who though was incredibly pretty could out hike him on any given day.  The gang drank from their canteens, cinched up their daypacks and head out thru the narrow trails that wound thru various close knit boulders.
	Eventually they came out to a more flat area half an hour later.  For two hundred yards it was flat, then there was the steady climb up rustic rolling hills to a small plateau known to the locals as Eagle’s Point.  On an old rotting fence post was a pair of panties.  
	Ted and Joshua stared at the lavender undies.  They were baffled and damn curious.  Bradley snagged the panty and gave it a looksee.
	“What the hell?” she exclaimed.  Looking to Danielle she conveyed great concern and confoundedness.  
	“Those Melody’s?” Danielle asked.
	“Yeah.” Bradley asked—but didn’t explain how she knew…
	“What they doing here?” Joshua asked.
	Bradley held the undies looking around, “I don’t know.” she answered.
	“Maybe it’s a sign or something, of where she’s going.” Ted supplied.
	Bradley gave him a bad look, ‘why the fuck would she put her panties on a fence post!?’
	The gang looked around the desolate area, only Bradley and Danielle having grave concern for their welfare as well as their missing friend; the boys were curious as to wondering if Melody was walking around naked…

	There was only one trail thru the Narrow Pass leading up to the Point, the area would put the crew in direct exposure in the hottest part of the day.  wetting their handkerchiefs the gang wrapped their necks and made haste across the sand to the hard packed sand and then the beginning of the five hundred foot rustic hill.  
	Although both Ted and Joshua had long enjoyed eyeing Bradley and Danielle’s ass, for some reason they enjoyed the view even more and hung back a few times to linger (and lust.)
	Both Ted and young pre-teen Josh exchanged grins as the girls in their effort to outdo the boys hustled before them unknowingly presenting their darling tight asses.  Only Ted had had sex with a girl, but not as often as was thought by others in his social group.  Just twice, actually, with the same girl.  His desire was strong to shag Melody, Danielle, and Bradley.  None of which would cut him any slack in that desire, especially Bradley.  There was the thought that a chance there might be with Danielle; Ted was all kinds of curious as to how black pussy would compare to white…
	Although Danielle (she hated being called “Danny”) was fifteen, she was no taller than twelve year old friend, Joshua.  She was “compact”.  Still very agile and limber, had slightly bigger titties than the other two girls, but had a dynamite smile, dazzling eyes, and Ted had heard her fart once.

	Bradley Kincaid was tall, as tall as Ted.  She was the most serious of the mixed group, but could smile, laugh, joke, and be fun-loving as the rest; but she was mostly and usually serious.  She was a good hiker and liked hiking, exploring, and being somewhat adventurous.  Her relationship with Ted was cordial, but she regarded Ted as an “Ass.”  He was too full of himself; but he did have good looks.  It was the only thing going for him.  He’s ego overshadowed his appearance and therefore turned Bradley off.  But there was that smile of his, those eyes, that perfect dark hair…
	Ok, occasionally in bed she frigged herself thinking about Ted—but that was natural and perfectly normal.  But she knew that in no way would she ever spread her legs for him.
	Maybe.  
	If he just wasn’t so sure of himself, so full of himself, if he’d just once come down from his high perch and be normal like the rest and not pursue girls for his sexual conquest or pursue the ever popular All-Mighty Dollar, then she might—MIGHT give the boy a chance to prove that he had the right to tag her.
	Danielle Dimwalt enjoyed the outdoors and enjoyed the hiking sprees with her friends.  She regarded egotistical Ted a little differently than Bradley did, Danielle WANTED to be tagged by Ted; but Ted had her a little further down his list…
	Danielle hoped that some time they would hike together—as in BY THEMSELVES and not with the others plodding along with them.  THEN, she knew, THEN she would find a way to make it so whereas she could give him a chance.  She knew of a certain pond—it was quite a hike and would take two hours just to get to.  But then she knew that by the time that they did, they’d be worn out and hot and a nice dip in that secluded/remote pond would be just the thing.  Skinny dipping!  Yeah!
	And whatever happened during and afterwards would be fine with her.  Like Bradley, she lusted in bed, frigged her cunny and thought of making it with Ted.  Unlike Bradley, though, Danielle had orgasms thinking of getting dicked by Ted…
	Bradley.  Though she professed not to be “gay”, experimental was a different thing all together.  She saw nothing wrong with what she and Melody did “on occasion”—which was to get frisky and then kinky and then downright naughty.  The two shared a room at the summer camp they worked and while in the sanctity of their room they romped nakedly and briskly.  And on occasion they fingerbanged themselves and then each other which only led to licking the other’s cunt followed by a romp in the shower.
	Perfectly innocent experimentation.  Perfectly…

	Joshua was just horny.  His Dad ran the summer camp for youths, and there were a lot of pretty girls in various styles of clothing.  (he especially liked the girls who wore short-shorts.  There were regulation camp shorts, but not mandatory.  The camp shorts were SHORT and gave young Joshua the reason to live—and to hide out in his room jerking off.
	Ted Richards just wanted to fuck.  Landing the job taking youths on hikes thru the woods and desert was perfect—he got to see glimpses of girls pulling their pants down to pee.  He saw them in their swimsuits, saw girls climbing trees and rocks—wearing those short shorts giving him an eyeful of their crotches.  
	The average age of a camping girl was ten, the oldest thirteen with the youngest at a measely seven.  Ted professed not to be a pervert and not interested in such young girls, the twelve and older were more to his liking and he would have no compunction against screwing a twelve year old girl.
	But getting away with it was something else.
	There was this one girl, Charlene McGriff.  She was a long golden haired beauty with a fantastic personality.  She was tall, perfectly sized titties, a great ass, nice smile.
	She was also blind.
	With her inability to “see” his natural charm, Ted whipped on her his unseen charm—his wit.  He buddied up to her and helped her out with hikes, reciting corny stolen poetry, and sharing with her an evening of natural bliss; the sun setting, insects insecting, fish jumping in the lake, etc.  It was the perfect time to put “moves” on Charlene and she let him—she was smitten by the boy and by the shores of Getemanlickum Lake they enjoyed sexual serenity—twice!

	Bradley took the lead—it was her dire determination to outshow and outdo Ted—she seemed oblivious to the fact that he “let her” and her marching before him in the incline of the hill gave him (and Joshua) the perverted opportunity to ogle her ass.
	At a small flat area the crew paused to take a break.  All eyes fell on the great boulder off to one side and a nude girl tied to it.
	It was Melody.
	“What the fu--” Bradley blurted out only part of her astonishment, the rest was cut off and her mind was no longer hers to control.  It was the same with the others, too.

*
For the sake of Melody
	Trying to fight back the unknown was difficult—if not impossible.  The more they each struggled the worse the ringing in their heads became until the point where the intensity began causing severe to extreme distress.  They all fell wriggling onto the hot desert baked sand contorting uncontrollably.
	Then it the ringing was suddenly “gone”; replaced by something that was similar to a “voice.”
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Ted shook his head and felt ill; Bradley felt dizzy; Danielle felt her bowels were loose and severe stomach ails; Joshua pissed his pants and felt hot/flushed all over.
	‘compliance will alleviate your ills.’ then, ‘take off your clothes.’
	Bradley was the one who was aware of what was going on—some jerk bastard had an EMAD.  She thought that the ringing in her ears was from her personal EMAD detector tacked to her bra.  It was either “going off” or malfunctioning.  But in her state she couldn’t tell—the Voice in her head told her she would be well if she would take off her clothes.
	In no way was she going to comply with that!  She had been schooled in the mannerisms of an EMAD attack, but had never experienced the “effects” of one or what actually happened during such a mind altering assault.  She knew that she didn’t care for it if it was indeed an “attack” to her mind.  She lay on the hot burning sun with part of her desiring nothing more than to be “well.”
	But to take off her clothes?  She wasn’t going to do that.  (not willingly.)

	Ted and Joshua stood staring at the naked Melody.  She was their friend first off and she was in dire peril.  She was also naked.  Ted more than anything wanted to sink his pud into her.  Joshua’s mind was too overloaded to think straight—the situation as a whole, the naked Melody, the heat, the effects of an EMAD assault all were too much for him to think clearly.
	‘if you don’t want to see your young friend burned alive you had best do as told.’
	The unkind Voice filled their minds, already it could be seen that Melody’s usually supple skin was turning a sunburn red and she was close if not already so losing her ever living mind.
	Ted peeled off his shirt, undershirt, then undone his pants.
	Joshua toppled to the hot sand as he pulled off his boots…

*

	The afternoon sun baked the landscape; the heat bounced and radiated off of the small canyon walls.  Ted stood gallantly naked beside the equally naked Joshua.  Both boys struggled to keep their puds at ease and were warned to keep their hands to their sides and not to cover what God had given them.
	Before them stood a pissed off Bradley and a frightened Danielle—also naked.  So long as Ted kept his eyes straight ahead staring passed Bradley’s head to the great boulder behind her he could maintain a no-erection status.
	That couldn’t be said for the young pre-teen Joshua—his cock stood half erect and the more he stared straight ahead at Danielle’s black beauties the more his young cock stiffened.
	‘ever give head?’
	The question burned into Bradley’s mind.  She was shocked and stunned at the bluntness.  It was none of “whoever’s” business.  But then the bright searing light began flashing like a strobe in her mind and with each seceding flash there was an ear busting/mind damaging burst of thunder.
	“YES!” she suddenly blurted.  Spittle drooled on her lips as she sputtered and struggled to control herself.  Her nostrils flared and there was sincere rage welling within.
	The torment in her mind immediately ceased.
	‘compliance is all that is necessary,’ said the Voice, ‘answer my questions, do as you are told, and all will be well.’ Then, ‘disobey my commands and you will suffer—greatly, along with your friends.’
	Poor Ted could only stand and stare as the naked Bradley came to him—he could see her rage within her, tightening her fists, shaking with anger.  But she calmed herself, snorted snot, clenched her lips tight, gulped, and slowly moved to her knees.  Ted’s cock slowly became enthused and began to engorge itself.  Bradley placed one hand onto Ted’s ass, the other gripped his penis and began working it.
	“Whoa…” breathed Joshua standing beside them.  His eyes fastened straight on to what Bradley was doing; his own pud stiffening beyond measure.  On his own unknowingly he stroked it.
	Bradley’s mouth engulfed Ted’s cock, taking it all the way in and working her head (expertly) back and forth; her one hand on his ass made small circles while the other cupped his swelling testicles.

	Meanwhile, Danielle knelt before the stricken Joshua to do likewise.
	The boy was scarcely aware until there was tremendous “feelings” like never before surging thru his loins.  His cock shattered all previous “good feelings” he had incurred while jacking off—receiving a blow job topped all and it was cocksucking fantastic!
	And Danielle was a good cocksucker.
	Asked if she had sucked dick before, the timid fifteen year old acknowledged that she had.  There were no further questions as to “who” she had sucked—just the fact of the matter than she had was good enough for the prying Voice.
	Ted began to flex his ass as he thoroughly enjoyed the talents of Bradley Kincaid.  For sixteen, the girl had a marvelous talent with the raking of her teeth across Ted’s throbbing erection; there were gag reflexes that couldn’t be helped as the head of his jutting spunk shooter gouged the back of her throat.  Ted ran his hands thru Brad’s hair fucking her mouth to fullest extent that he could endure.
	Then suddenly it was happening.  A huge jut of cream exploded like a gusher from Ted’s dong—splashing hot and sticky against the back of Bradley’s throat.  The girl retched uncontrollably and nearly vomited, but managed to “swallow” the spunk and continue sucking the life out of the cock.
	Ted managed to “pull out” and shoot the remainder of his liquid love onto Brad’s face—as instructed.  He then scrunched his cock up against her face, her nose, pressing his balls right to her nostrils to continue humping for the Voice’s delight.
	Meanwhile, young Joshua Eubanks had spilled his seed—turned on by what Ted and Brad were doing as well as being sucked on himself.  Unlike Ted, though, Joshua unleashed his torrent of love cream virtually all at once; there was scarcely any to anoint the black girl’s pretty face with—so he had to hump her face for several minutes while she gobbled on his nearly hairless balls.

	With the sun beating down and no air moving whatsoever, completing the task(s) assigned to him/them was difficult at best.  Although Ted definitely enjoyed as he had always wanted to—noshing on Bradley’s cunt, doing so in the sun was not good.  His bare backside blistered in the piercing heat of the sun; his tongue piercing Bradley’s fuckable cunt.  In his mind, though, images of a mossy creek bank filled his mind—there WERE gentle breezes wafting over his body; his pains of agony diminished and the task of bringing Bradley to orgasm reigned supreme once more.

	Joshua though a virgin was somewhat schooled in the knowledge of sex.  But his schooling needed extra credit as he had never known the pleasure of noshing on a girl’s cunt.  Ted seemed to be a pro (although he wasn’t).  Danielle didn’t care for the taste of spunk but declared that it wasn’t all bad.  She actually took the whole ordeal a little better than her companions—but she was still frightened nonetheless.  She laid down as per commanded to do so, parted her legs and waited for her young friend.
	Danielle’s young friend was captivated by Bradley and Ted.  
	“Ahem!” Danielle said in the tone of “Hey! Check this out!”
	Josh’s attention returned to Danielle and though lo his cock had just previously “shot its wad” and was on the course for Flaccidville, seeing Danielle’s naked body prompted his dying dick to restiffen.  And how!  Josh had no prejudices against people of color; just those who were in gangs and made a bad name for the race—which went for all races and religions.  Danielle wasn’t the first black person he knew—but she was the first one who was his friend.
	Though he wanted to see what Ted and Bradley were doing, Josh pointed his face down into Danielle’s poon and began to lick.  The taste of “pee” was a little distracting, but the overall act of what he was doing put his mindset into enjoying the act and his tongue flicked all over.
	Danielle had never-ever been “eaten” out before, but had heard about it.  She wriggled on the very warm sand; in her mind above her swayed tall palm trees, soft breezes from the ocean breezed over her nude body, the scent of pina coladas filled the air and a handsome Juan Trinidad thrilled her pussy.
		
	Inasmuch as she wanted deny it, Ted Richards thrilled her pussy.  The situation was horrid, though; there was the friggin heat, the “force” and Melody.  The heat bothered her for a few minutes, too, she wasn’t in the mood for engaging in sexual relations—if the circumstances were different AND were in a different locale then she would see the sex with Ted might be received with a better mood.
	Ted eased his adequate teenhood into Bradley’s quim.  It was well received, he had licked her cunt into a frenzy and it was somewhat “excited.”  But with the situation being a forced one he avoided looking directly at her and locked his arms above her moving his hips in conjunction with the mode that was copulation.	
	Beside them Joshua did likewise.
	The sun continued to bake them all raw…

*

	Sweat dripped off of her and was immediately soaked up by the sand.  Her mind was frazzled, a little more than frapped; too much information, too much had happened that was too confusing and too confounding.  Nothing made sense and there was no since in trying to make sense of it!
	The air was hot and almost too difficult to breathe.  Behind her in her behind was Ted.  Never before had Bradley taken anything into her asshole, she had heard of “butt fucking” aka “sodomy” but couldn’t imagine what it was all about or what it would be like.  It was disgusting as that particular “hole” had only one (two) functions.  
	There were no other thoughts in Bradley’s mind, her thoughts were singular—the point of the moment (of being butt fucked.)  She could only endure, sweat, and concentrate on being fucked (in the butt.)  Beside her Danielle endured the same, but with Danielle, she kinda liked it a bit better than did Bradley.
	Joshua had some misgivings about stuffing his salami into Danielle’s asshole—like Bradley’s thoughts, it was disguting—she POOPED from there.  He was aware of what “butt fucking” was but not schooled in the form that it was sexual in nature.  
	Ted struggled to cum.  His cock pounded hard into Bradley’s virgin pooper, but the intense heat zapped most of his sexual strength.  He only wanted to cum, to cum was the thing and that was all that mattered.  He drove his prick in as far as possible—in and out in quick rapid succession than repeated over and over, speeding up some as he progressed.
	Bradley unable to hold herself up relented and rested her face down on the very warm sand.  Her asshole was on fire, sweat and pussy juice dripped from her body, her nipples tingled as much as her cunny did—it was agony—sexual agony.  Greatly did she try to stave off the intense good feelings and replace them with the outlandish gall of having to submit to such a deed.
	But then again, sex with Ted wasn’t all that bad.

	Ted sat back in awe watching his spunk ooze out of Brad’s asshole.  It was amazing, her hole was “opened” as wide as a half dollar!  Gobs of his cum oozed out as her hole began to close back to normal.  Although he had just cum his cock was raring to go at it again.

	Beside him, young Joshua was in “awe” himself as he, too, had unleashed a torrent of pre-teen spunk into Danielle’s crapper and there was great amazement in both of them—all of them actually.  Bradley was unable to curb her sexual lust and began fingering her cunt while Ted had creamed her hole, and continued to do so afterwards.
	Danielle fell away to lay on her side to finger her dark chocolate cunny as well as finger her freshly gooied asshole.  Ted and Joshua massaged their cum squirters and watched the girls in amazement.
	‘take some water to your friend.’ the Voice said.	
	Ted and Joshua stood leaving Bradley and Danielle to their business.  Melody was half out of her mind but still capable of knowing who she was and who her friends were.  Ted was pissed that she was being tortured so, she had rubbed the skin raw at her wrists and ankles and the sun was burning her skin, too.
	The water from the group’s canteens helped, she drank her fill and then was washed down with the remainder, wet rags to the back of her neck and then Ted wiped down the fifteen year old’s body completely—with most generous attention to her blond cunt.
	Both Ted and Joshua got raging boners (again) but before they could do anything to her:
	‘suck his cock.’
	Ted’s breath was knocked away.
	No way.
	No FUCKING way was he going to suck cock.
	Ditto sentiment for Joshua.
	But dire determination of the Voice prompted them to comply.

	Bradley and Danielle sat up and watched in mixed wonder and dread as Ted and Joshua performed a 69er.  Both girls knew what the “position” was, Bradley and Melody had done it in their room—many times.  But seeing two guys do such a thing was almost beyond comprehension.  Young Joshua was on top slurping Ted’s schlong while Ted did likewise from beneath him.  The afternoon sun baking their nude bodies.
	Only Joshua had the “stiffest” dick, Ted’s languished between full erection and “soft.”  Joshua masturbated the cock to keep it stiff, squeezing it near expertly at the base followed by full emersion into his mouth.  Ted gobbled Josh’s cock, but not very willingly—only by command.  The taste of “cock” in his mouth was very unappealing to him—he had always been “curious” about what a cock would taste like and/or feel like in his mouth or ass, but to actually experience such a deed was definitely not to his liking.
	Josh, on the other hand, didn’t mind!
	And it was Joshua who managed to cum.
	It was dramatic and the young boy unleashed a magnificent torrent of spunk spew into Ted’s mouth.  And Ted had to take it AND swallow it!  The remaining cock spew was drizzled onto his handsome teen face.  Ted gagged and nearly upchucked at the foul hellish deed; he had to continue caressing Josh’s ass, part the cheeks and diddle the boy’s hole until he himself came.
	The actual taste of cum was distasteful to Josh, but he took it just the same and worked Ted’s cock until it had no more to give—then (on his own) he rubbed the swelled but softening teen cock all over his face.  Ted had no love for licking out Joshua’s asshole and was glad that he finally orgasmed; his energy completely zapped he lay near motionless on the searing sand fading to unconsciousness.

*

	It was difficult on several fronts:  screwing her and watching and knowing that she was in agony.  Bradley had pleaded to the Voice to “let her go” with “I’ll do anything”.  But the Voice seemed to ignore her and compelled the boys, Ted and Josh, to fuck the hapless Melody secured to the rock anyways.
	Neither boy particularly wished to do Melody, not in her condition and situation.  Her skin was burned, she was near delirious and a virgin.  Ted and Joshua firstly had to drink water, a lot of water.  Melody was fed water and then with Ted scrunched up against her hot body, he fingered her pussy until she began not to orgasm but pee.  When she did, Danielle had to place her face to the pissing girl’s cunt and be peed on.
	Ted suckled on Melody’s breasts and continued to finger her pussy—all the while Danielle worked Ted’s cock into a serious stiffened state of arousal.  Then, when it was at its stiffest, she helped guide it into Melody’s virgin cunny.  Ted took over fucking thereafter.  
	It wasn’t easy, the angle of the dangle made proper screwing difficult for both and so the Voice directed Bradley and Joshua to undo the ropes holding Melody’s legs.  The teen was grateful.  Her body was moved downwards some and her ass was better angled for the proper fucking of which both enjoyed—well, Ted enjoyed anyways.
	While Ted pumped, Danielle caressed the boy’s ass, spanking it harder and harder as he himself fucked Melody harder and harder.  
	‘Reach between his legs, grab his balls.’

	Danielle was giddy about doing such a thing; she was just as annoyed and upset about the “force” of what was upon them, but had a different view of it just the same.  She reached between Ted’s sweaty near lily white ass and took holt of his bouncing sweaty nuggets.  Ted never slowed down…
	Joshua’s cock was stiff (and how!)  He held Melody’s left leg and knew that after Ted finished with her, he would have his turn.  Like Danielle, he took a different view on the situation—he was just as frightened but not out of control.  
	Melody began to groan, making pleasing sounds of enjoyment—she displayed mixed facial expressions—fluttering her pretty blue eyes, erect nipples; but she was ultimately more distressed than anything else.  Her cunny was broken but somewhat pleased and the cock that had invaded her.  She was unaware that it was “Ted” who was invading her.
	Finally Ted began to cum.  He strained his cock DEEP inside Melody scarcely aware that it WAS Melody, and not caring either way.  It was just the act of cumming, of getting off that mattered.  Who the girl was (or hole) was not important—that would come afterwards.
	The orgasm was a good one, but it had problems stemming from it as he struggled to maintain the full effect of the fuck.  It caused him to drive his dick even more giving Melody some discomfort—which pissed off Bradley.  Ted ignored her pleas and bitching and strove only to re-attain the apex of orgasmic bliss and pump furiously until he was spent.
	Ted fell away as soon as the last jut of his love cream had came and went.  His cock (and balls) were in agony and he lay wriggling on the burning sand holding his bloodied cum squirter.
	‘Good enough!’ was Bradley’s sentiments.  She knew that he hadn’t acted solely on his own, but still…
	‘take her panties.’ said the Voice to Joshua.  Joshua plucked up Melody’s lavender panties, soaked them in some water then wiped down the girl’s pussy.  He wasn’t too thrilled with that, but understood somewhat that after a girl’s virgin pussy was “broken” there was blood.  But he didn’t know why.
	After the boy had done a nice job of cleaning Melody’s cunt, it was his turn to fuck it.  Bradley seethed but knew it was the unseen Voice.  She continued holding Melody’s leg while Danielle held the other.  Young Joshua slipped his throbbing erection into Melody’s freshly broken in cunny and began to fuck.

*

Family stuff
	Scene:  Back area of a front area
	Time:  late evening—after five but before six
	Temperature:  moderate, sticky, but not too hot to fuck
	Place:  cab of pickup
	Cast of Characters:  Dad, young daughter

	With needle and thread the open cum stained “gash” of Melody Schaffman’s cunt was sewn up.  The anesthesia spray used in anesthesizing the “lips” was running low, he would have to make a visit to his nearest hospital to get more supplies.
	Melody fussed in the still piercing heat as though her pussy was numbed she still felt something was going on.  Bradley sat on her knees right up close watching in horror.  Snot and such flared from her nose and mouth as she seethed at the horror the man was doing, the Voice.  He was nude, his hair long but not “wild man” status.  He skin was well tanned by the sun but not burned.  
	The scene about Bradley and Melody was horror filled chaotic.  After both Ted and Joshua had fucked Melody—after fucking Bradley and Danielle, the boys were prompted (strongly) into sucking and then sodomizing each other.  While Ted’s sodomized Joshua, Bradley saw the Voice, it was a man, a tall thin naked man with a huge cock.  He just sort of “suddenly” materialized out of nowhere; he came up behind the naked humping Ted and placed some sort of metal string around Ted’s balls…

	He could have been a doctor.  He had aspirations of such, general surgeon, pediatrics, thorasic surgery, something along those lines.  But there were changes—in him and the system; during interviews orally and written it was noted that Cam Cameron seemed to display an inordinate amount of attention to sexual deviancy.  When pressed about these deviancies he grew angry.  One examining psychologist determined that the young Cameron was probably a sexual victim himself.  Cameron would not be well suited for the medical field—he would need “treatment” first.
	Of course, we know how well that went…
	(see Chapter 19 for details)

	Bradley didn’t know what was to happen to her, physically.  She shook and trembled in fear and fright, with a little being pissed off added in.  She knew that she was powerless to stop the madman from doing whatever he wanted—it was beyond simple rape, kidnapping, sexual assault; the man was a torturer—mind and body; a deviant beyond measure; a mutilator.
	With Melody’s pussy sewn up, the man stood and stood before the trembling Bradley.  She had been fucked by her two friends, Ted and Joshua.  She had had her pussy sucked on by the boys as well as girlfriend, Danielle.  She had licked out Melody’s cunt and Danielle’s, as well as sucked on the cock and balls of Ted and Joshua.  She had been hammered in the ass by the boys; spanked, peed on, and drenched on gobs of cum.
	But she hadn’t been “tortured”; not like Ted who lay contorting by the rock wall holding his hands between his legs where his balls used to be.  He still had his cock, though—unlike Joshua who’s cock was in the sewn cunt of Danielle.  
	The man who had a rigid body and virtually hairless stroked his penis and then began to unleash a torrent of hot piss onto her face.  Ted and Joshua had already peed on her face; on her titties and pussy, too.  Bradley’s eyes focused on Ted who had stopped contorting.  His pretty blue eyes stared across the burning sand and he appeared lifeless; blood soaked his hands where his balls used to be.
	Joshua had long since stopped his contorting and lay with his bare beaten backside to Bradley.  Danielle moved listlessly on her backside as the effects of her numbed cunt began to wear off.  A pair of sticks had been placed to keep her ankles and knees separated, thin rope secured the two sticks—it allowed easy viewing of Joshua’s cock sewn inside of her dark chocolate cunny.
	After the urine shower the man shoved his cock into her mouth.
	Bradley gobbled the dong with thoughts of biting it thru.
	Could she?  Should she?  What would the man do to her when he recovered?  Or could he bleed to death before he did anything to her.  Bradley felt that she was in control of herself, but her hands were tied together and then tied to her ankles.  It would be at least late tomorrow before a search team started looking serious for her and her friends; she knew Ted and Joshua were dead, Danielle and Melody were still alive but for how long—the pain to their sewn pussies would be incredibly agonizing.
	And what of the man?  After she had bitten his dick off and he recovered, what would he do to her?  
	She ultimately decided against chomping his dick off and settled on sucking it, pleasing him was a better option.

*

	In the cab of a pickup there was “pleasing” motions going on, too.
	A cute way cute girl not quite twelve years young yet sat masturbating her Daddy.  The man thoroughly enjoyed the actions of his young daughter; his pants were undone and open, freeing his Daddy dong; his daughter’s young hands that were small worked his proud prong—one hand after the other all the while the girl herself smiled and giggled.
	(all the while her Daddy who appeared to be otherwise a strong stern man ran his right hand all over his daughter’s backside, slipping it down to the small of her back and then down inside her beige shorts.)
	The girl, Kellie Konston had long semi styled blond hair.  A small thin body with a great little ass just perfect for an eleven year old.  She had the hair and face that mirrored her mother and older sister.  The mother had the looks and mannerisms of a popular top notch syndicated talk show host diva who specialized in home décor and domestic entertainment.
	Daddy Konston, Phil, had an average cock.  It was throbbing hard and pulsed with joy as his precious child jacked it off for him.  A little gray to his temples; rugged features, a serious stone face—but he smiled and was a congenial man just the same.  And he seriously enjoyed the antics of his daughter.
	The two had been fishing.  The back of the modern day extra cab blue pickup with custom wheels, paint, cap, stereo system sat in the shade of some old cypress trees at the bank of Copper Creek.  Not far away was backcountry area that was wilderness—hot desert area.  But in the shade of the ancient cypress trees all was cool.  The area being rather remote was secure enough, only hikers going up to Eagle’s Point would be the only fools to be in the area…
	Just as Phil felt himself reaching orgasm, Kellie went down on him.
	She was well schooled—and had been for a long time.  On her own she gobbled her Daddy’s dick, sucking in the head while continuing to masturbate him.  Phil worked down his pants and underwear so as to fully be comfortable and enjoy the illicit incestuous deed.  Kellie expertly ran her tongue tantalizingly about his cock making him rear back, grip the seat, tighten up and shoot the first wads of his Daddy love into Kellie’s mouth.
	It wasn’t the first time…

	Kellie enjoyed her Daddy’s cock and didn’t mind the sperm that spewed out of it filling her mouth.  Daddy Phil didn’t mind, either.  With his head thrown back against the custom highback chair he enjoyed the illicitness with his daughter to the max; his hand slipping further and further inside her shorts until such a point as they began to move down.  Kellie helped—unfastening the wide legged walking shorts all the while continuing to slurp on her Daddy’s cock.
	With her beige shorts loosened they were pushed down her legs to her ankles.  Kellie herself kicked them free and her Daddy laid down in the bench seat entering into an impromptued 69er.  They lay on their sides for a moment (with Kellie still sucking away at her Daddy’s cum shooter); Phil nuzzled his daughter’s pussy thru her bright yellow panties with duck characters all over them.  He squeezed her ass and engulfed her young cunny, nipping her skin thru the cotton undy until his cock stiffened hard inside her mouth and his illicit yearnings once more took precedent.
	Down her long tan legs slid her panties; Phil’s nose gouging out the girl’s eleven year old cunt.  Slowly he moved to where he was on his backside, his pants and underwear at his ankles, his legs open wide, his pre-teen daughter nakedly on his chest, sucking his dick, his mouth devouring her virtually hairless cunt!

	Phil began becoming more and more “aroused”; his cock stiffened all the harder inside his cocksucking daughter’s mouth; his tongue flicked tirelessly inside his cocksucking daughter’s cunt.  With his hands clamed tightly to her sweet darling butt he entered into that incestuous realm of blissful love.  He purely loved his daughter and the private times they shared and enjoyed; his lust overwhelmed him, his defenses against allowing her to play with his cock were broken down—which was how it had begun in the beginning.  
	Oldest daughter Kayleen was not into fishing or sports; Phil often prayed for a boy to born to him but it didn’t happen.  He wasn’t disappointed with Kellie, or even Kayleen, but a Daddy wants a boy in his life to do those “boy” things, manly things, sports things.  Girls aren’t too well into those type of involvements—more or less they are the Cheering kind and not the activity type.
	But Kellie was different.  Phil often wondered if he had coaxed her too hard or she just generally was the type that didn’t mind getting scruffed up, muddy, a little bruised now and then, or putting an ugly worm on a fish hook.  She still was a little squimish about gutting/cleaning said fish but then so am I.
	When Kellie was barely out of diapers, she had begun innocently enough to play with her Daddy’s dong—usually this was while it was just himself in the house and he was hopping out of the shower with a raging hard-on—and young Kellie was supposed to be asleep.  Phil would find her sitting perched on the toilet watching him.
	He knew it was wrong for her to play with his cock; her sister had played with his cock (up until she was 7 or so, then she got modest about her body and so that was that.)  But he casually knew and understood that there was a natural fascination for girls to be “curious”.  But of course, there a line to be drawn for such antics.  As Kellie grew, that line was erased…
	Phil had a good wife who provided for him his need for sex and sexual relief.  But she didn’t give head or take it in the ass.  They showered together and saw each other naked, peeing, and the common man/wife type of things—but only in the bedroom.  There was no sex no where outside of the bedroom.
	When Kellie was approx seven and accompanying her Daddy on a fishing excursion, she watched him pee.  In turn, Daddy Phil watched his little girl pee; when she finished and pulled up her clothes, she had wetted in them and hadn’t wiped herself as she would if she were home in her bathroom.
	So Daddy Phil grabbed the toilet paper from his truck and pulled his child’s pants and panties down and gave her cunny a little wipe.  It turned him on so that he couldn’t stand it.
	Then, somehow, he managed to curb himself and enjoy fishing.  But seeing his child naked, her sweet innocent naked little cunny filled his mind.  In his mind he had seen his sperm coating her naked sweet little cunny; he saw his man juice squirting onto her face, her ass, asshole, and chest.  The imagery didn’t help him none and soon he was in his truck beating off.
	He was promptly busted by Kellie who found the action of her Daddy amusing and wanted to watch.  Semi reluctantly he did. he was embarrassed and frightened and worried that she would tell her big sister.
	“Oooooh,” she had cooed, “what’s that stuff?”
	Cum.  Sperm.  Man juice.  The essence that was the result of Spanking the Monkey.  Liquid love.  Phil was exhausted from his efforts of jacking off and could sit in stunned awe as unabashed his young child came into the cab of the truck to get a closer look.
	Phil obliged her with the squeezing of his dick at the base preventing somewhat his cock from going too soft.  Kellie as usual placed her fingers about the softening prick—she had never before saw him squirt off and was awed by it.

	The spunk cream coating the head of his penis was a fascination to the young girl and she diddled her fingers in the goo, licking her lips, and totally blowing away her Daddy when she sucked her sperm coated fingers.
	The bowjob came nextly (with just a little gentle coaxing.)  Phil so yearned for a decent blowjob and got one from his secretary a time or do, just like the president.  But unlike the president, there was no fat broad with a hidden tape recorder to blurt to the world what had happened.
	But like the president, Phil had used a cigar to fuck his personal secretary—then he used his own dick to ride her on his desk.  But she was married, too, and was bothered by engaging in such frivolity.  She preferred to just give her boss a blowjob—according to the President, it wasn’t sex!
	But a blowjob from his daughter was something, really something.
	And during the acting of sucking his cock Phil often got carried away at undressing his child and eating out her cunny.  It was a personal thing with the two that they shared and enjoyed.  Little Kellie had no intention of “spilling the beans” and messing it up.  It wasn’t so much as a secret as it was a private and personal thing between Father and Daughter.

	The sun warmed Kellie’s darling sweet butt, her Daddy under her parted the bare cheeks as his tongue flicked in and all about the child’s cunny.  A daring finger fingered her pert virgin asshole, too.  His heart beat hard in his chest as his passion began to increase ten-fold.
	Kellie continued to happily suck her Daddy’s dick, squeezing his hairy balls and working his man juice out.  Kellie Marie Konston seemed to have a passion for Daddy Juice.  She was fascinated, mostly, by watching the cock spurt the liquid love out.  Expertly she could devour the whole cock into her mouth, it touched the back of her throat and made her retch, but she was able to cope and get used to it.

	At length his passion swelled (all over) causing him to turn his child about whereas he could rest his throbbing cock against her cunny.  He held her in a hug as his swelling member swelled incredible lust throughout his body eroding his thoughts of decency.  There was a line he was at that fought to stay to decent side.  
	Kellie rested her head against her Daddy’s sweaty chest, her legs straddling his waist, his manhood against her quivering quim.  She was eleven, she knew what sex was—she didn’t know all the aspects of it; didn’t know the pain and joy or pleasure.  It was just something everyone did.  there were kids at her school who were having sex and Kellie knew that sometime (soon) she would give in to the lust filled Coby Myers.

	Phil’s hand clamped to his daughter’s ass, his daughter’s delightful ass.  His passion soared even higher and she began to move about.  She was biting her lips inward as she began to grind against his manhood.  The desire was there, for the both of them.
	But Phil knew, though, his “manhood” was too big for her.  Though she was eleven years young, she had the body of a nine year old, and looked it, too.  She was small framed, tall but only so much.  She was something.  Daddy’s girl.  He had just as much love for Kayleen but there was a different bond between himself and Kellie.  
	Kellie finally raised herself up and gripped her Daddy’s dong guiding the head into her sex.  For a moment it was the most grandest thing ever—Phil had yearned for the moment for sometime—ever since his precious one had begun sucking his dick.  Kellie wanted to merely share her body in a different way; she loved sucking his dick and wanted to give more of herself.
	As the head of Phil’s cock began making vaginal entry to his daughter’s virgin cunny—his knee hit the horn on the steering wheel.  He didn’t care, it startled him but he made quick adjustments.  It was awkward as he maneuvered about the bench seat of his pickup; his cock nuzzling not against his daughter’s sex entrance but IN.
	Keeping his hands tight to Kellie’s ass and with gently “pushing” he made some progress.  He was disturbed and somewhat distracted by the horn incident but had overcome it; his feet had gone out the open window of his door kicking off his shoes, pants and underwear.
	Phil Konston was nude.
	Kellie Marie was also completely nude.
	Phil’s cock was part way into Kellie’s cunt, it had breeched her hymen and the rest was due to come.  Kellie moved herself about and exhibited the expression that there was some discomfort in their union but she was tolerating it.
	Phil in no way wanted to harm his child; but in every way he wanted to complete what they were doing.  Gently he raised Kellie up, having her sit on him rather than lay.  That helped with the positioning and soon his pulsing prong made even further entry into her sex.
	“Oooooh, Daddy!” exclaimed Kellie.  She expressed both pain and thrills as she was breeched further.  She bit her bottom lip so hard it bled; her sweet little face screwed up along with extreme tensity all over.  But there was extreme newfound tingling feelings, too…

	Their passion exceeded the limits; their sweaty bodies meshing as only an inch of Phil’s rock hard shaft remained from slamming up into Kellie’s cunt.  The girl opened herself even more with more straddling of her Daddy’s waist; she laid on him and they hungrily began to kiss.  Phil’s pumping slowed as juts of his love began to spew within his daughter’s sex.  His essence allowed for further penetration.  His hands kept steady grip on her sweet sweaty butt as his cock “did its” thing.
	It meant that their relation was forever changed.

*

Grandpa luvs ‘em all
	There were mixed feelings (all around).  Kellie was thrilled that she had finally “gone all the way” with her Daddy, but her pussy was sore.  The tingly feelings seethed throughout her young body, mostly her breasts.  She lay near motionless on her sweaty heaving Daddy; his hands roamed all over her and he whispered to her “are you all right?”  There was grave concern for his young one, physically speaking as well as mentally.
	And the unseen Voice stood aching—he wanted to join in.  but he remained where he was, contented in watching.  His current view was of Kellie’s ass.  He yearned to touch the girl’s ass, to lay his cock on it and hump the flesh before making anal insertion.  But he held off.
	Phil eventually made more earnest moves to sit up.  Still clutching his daughter to him he opened the driver’s side door and slid out.  After making a security check he laid his child on the seat, opened her legs and began cleaning her broken cunny with a hand dandy wash rag.  Then he washed himself.
	Kellie was giddy but her cunny was sore.  After cleaning himself and Kellie, Phil “went down” on his daughter.  Cam was well pleased and left the two to their own.  

	Following the creek Cam came upon another site that was just as enjoyable if not more so than the previous.  He entered into super stealth mode and peered upon the site with pleasing awe.  On a so-so picnic table was a young girl about the age of Kellie.  She wore two shirts, one was an open flowery yellow shirt with a simple green undershirt.  The undershirt was pushed up to reveal the two lovely budding breasts appropriate for a ten/eleven year old.

	The girl’s pants and panties were off on the bench seat, her legs she held back at the knees.  She tossed her pretty head side to side but didn’t seem to be in distress—but had a bit of Pissed Offedness about her just the same.
	Between her legs was a man in his 60s, slenderly built, approximately six foot even, slightly balding head, jovial features, and a naked cock sliding effortlessly in and out of the girl’s poon.
	The girl, Katy, screwed up her face as her grandpa, Noah, began stepping up his efforts.  Faster and faster he began pumping, straining, humping his fill to get his nut.  
	Katy let her legs go and clung to the rickety table, clinging on tenaciously as her aged grandpa fucked her.  Her young legs went about his body during the final throws of their illicit unionship.  Katy herself seemed to exhibit some pleasure; her young delicate body tightened up, perspired and tingled as she was brought to orgasm herself.
	Grandpa Noah pulled out of his young granddaughter, a long strand of cum there was from his cock to Katy’s well fucked cunt.  He spent half a moment masturbating himself, massaging before sidestepping and collapsing onto the bench seat.  Katy sat up and didn’t look pleased, but the unseen Voice/Cam Cameron deduced that that was the way she ALWAYS looked (serious without being pissed off.)  
	She did smile, occasionally, and laugh, giggle, snort, and being generally a happy-go-lucky kind of girl, but her general demeanor was to be serious.
	After straightening her shirts she slid off of the table, collected her pants, panties, and bra, and walked to the camper.  There was a camper at the remote campsite; fishing poles up along one side, three of them in facts.  The truck was an old late model thing with an old camper attached.  The girl opened the back door and went in.  Her grandpa had sat up and watched her as she had moved—there was a big smile on his face and he followed, his cock still dripping cum.

	Inside the camper young Katy stood at the sink washing her aching cunny.  It looked like she gave her grandpa coming in behind her a bad look, but she brighten up (for a moment) and smiled.  Her pretty eyes of dark coal darted to his cum dripping cock.  She seemed bemused by it but went on to continue cleaning herself.
	In an upper bunk was a sleeping boy, he was about Katy’s age, and black.  Curled up with him was a little girl clad in her panties only.  She was approx. five, blond hair and not coal black like Katy’s, her sister.

	Cam continued to observe in his special he had to do so.  Katy remained bottomless; her pants and panties off on a bunk under the top bunk.  She had finished wiping/washing her pussy and had gotten into the fridge for a treat.  Her near naked grandpa moved behind her, caressing her shoulders as he did so.  At the top bunk he gently awoke the black boy.  It was wondered if the boy had been drugged or was under some other kind of influence…
	Once the lad was awake, he rubbed his eyes, sat up, farted, and looked bleary eyed around.  Meanwhile, Grandpa Noah positioned the little girl onto her backside and pulled down her panties.  The black boy, DJ, had an instant erection and gouged the heal of his hand to it.  The five year old’s panties were dropped to the bottom bunk, her legs were opened and she was only partially awake.  It was guessed that SHE was drugged or just a very sleepy little girl.
	Noah opened the child’s legs and blocked the view of the spying Cam.  There were ways he could “fix” the situation, but he wanted a natural setting.  The grandpa “went down” on the little girl, licking her out happily with his cock growing stiff once more.
	Katy drank chocolate milk from a carton, her free hand scratching an itch at her butt.  She eyed the black boy who was a close friend of hers.  It was not so long ago that she and the boy had been caught by Noah having sex.  They were both naked in his basement fucking up a storm—with Katy on top!
	After spanking the two of them and sending DJ home, Katy was fearful that her grandpa would tell her Mom.  And that just wouldn’t do, for one, she’d be grounded for life and not allowed to see DJ forever.  And that wouldn’t do at all.
	When Katy saw that her grandpa, a widower, had a bulge in his pants, she knew a way to keep her secret.  She didn’t know, though, how far it would go.  She had no idea that her Grandpa had a deep seeded yearning to fuck her brains out.  But without an EMAD he just had to keep his secret to himself.
	Until that fateful day of course…

	Little Illy (Ilene) moved some but still seemed to be in a drug induced sleep.  Grandpa Noah had his tongue dancing wickedly all about the child’s cunny, holding her legs open and enjoying himself greatly.  DJ tugged off his underwear and stood up on his knees with his dinky a little less than average for a boy his age including being the stereo typical black.

	After a moment or two more of tonguing his five year old granddaughter Noah got DJ to lay on his back.  Illy was positioned on top of him with his dinkus going up into the child’s non-virgin cunny.  Noah had caught DJ fucking the little girl, too—and Katy had been there to help.  
	Noah helped guide DJ’s cock into Illy, then helped guide her hips up and down.  He himself then began licking the girl’s butt cheeks, parting the cheeks and diddling her hole.
	Meanwhile, Katy stood close by slightly fingering herself, watching with some disdain at the ordeal.  No, she didn’t care for it.  She didn’t mind DJ doing Illy, Illy was a step-sister anyways but still she was only five.  Katy DID mind her Grandpa’s involvement.  
	Did she mind being doinked by him?
	Kinda-sorta.  It was okay, but she knew it was wrong.  She loved her Grandpa and he had done a lot for her and her Mom, especially after her Dad had died.  At her young age she was just confused and unsure.  She had a firm idea that what went on between her and her Grandpa was wrong—way wrong, but then again (it wasn’t all that bad.)
	What annoyed Katy was what he did with Illy.  So far he only licked her pussy and ass and had coerced DJ to fuck Illy.  But Katy had started that after Illy had caught she and DJ fucking in the basement.  To keep Illy quiet they involved her in their secret games and soon DJ was getting sucked on by Illy as well as getting off between her legs.
	‘suck your grandpa’s cock.’
	Katy flung her head around, “What?”
	Grandpa Noah was busy, his tongue driving into Illy’s asshole while beneath her DJ’s cock drove into her cunny.
	‘take off your shirts.’
	Katy blinked her eyes but made the motion of removing her open outer shirt and then her teeshirt.  
	‘crawl onto the bed.’
	Katy looked seriously around the small camper’s interior, screwed up her face in puzzlement, but moved around her Grandpa and onto the rumpled bed.  She the addressed her Grandpa’s huge erection that was dripping cum still, gripped it with both hands and on “encouragement” from an unknown source, began sucking it.
	Grandpa Noah was pleased.
	DJ was pleased.
	Cam was pleased.

	He thought of sewing the girls’ pussies tight, frying DJ’s black nuggets on the camper’s stove, but let it go.  DJ had an orgasm blasting hot sticky young boy splooge up into Illy’s cunt and then shooting the rest onto her ass and onto Noah’s face and chest.
	Noah masturbated the boy, sucking his little black toy, licking Illy’s cummy cunt, and creaming off into Katy’s mouth.  
	As Noah once more collapsed to recover, DJ crawled down saying, “I gotta pee.”
	‘pee in the sink.’
	DJ paused a moment, farted, then clutched his balls in some agony.  Then he moved to the stainless steel sink and began peeing.  Katy sat fingering herself neverminding the splooge spillage coating her mouth and chin.  
	After he had peed he began washing himself.
	Topside little Illy clutched her teddy bear and continued to be oblivious to all around her.

Home sweet home
	Not far away was a remote abode; it was an upgrade from a “shack” status but not by much.  No running water but there was a well; a few chickens roamed about along with a goat who was loose and free to roam where he pleased.
	So did the chickens.
	General “crap” was strewn about the place; an iron bed frame from bygone days, a washer from the same period, wash tubs of various sizes with plants growing out of them, and so on.  It was homey.  It really wasn’t particular “unkempt”, it was actually sort of neat—sort of.  There were trees and bushes surrounding the place and a creek was nearby.  It was just the sort of place for that loner looking to get away from it all.
	The “loner” appeared in a ’51 Ford pickup with a stakebed full of odds and ends and general junk aka crap.  The loner was a junk dealer, not a very successful one, but enough to get by.  The Loner ambled out of the driver’s side, holding the door open for two chit’lins to scramble out.  A boy and a girl, the boy was the youngest no more than eight while the girl was no more than ten.  Brother and sister.
	The Loner had long brownish hair, wore an English cap, and had an aire about him that intrigued the spying unseen Cameron.  He was worthy of interest.

	The children were escorted into the humble home, the man took a long look around (security sake.)  Then the door was shut (and locked) behind him.  a locked door, though, doesn’t stop a determined intruder…
	Inside the children were washed (with a washrag to their dirty/grimy faces and hands.  They looked strange, disheveled and untidy.  Their clothes definitely needed a washing, then the rest of their bodies, too.  The man was a scalawag Cam determined, right off.  (but more on that later)
	Grilled cheese sandwiches were served for the kids, by their manner of speech Cam determined that they were English.
	“We’ll jess lay o’er heer fer a bit,” said the man in broken American English.  He had an accent sounding like Irish speak, but it was determined that he was faking it.  “Then in moorning we’ll see ‘bout gettin’ ye ‘ome.”
	“We be much obliged to you, sir.” spoke the girl.  The boy said nothing, though, but clung close to his sister.  
	There was a bathroom, the toilet and shower/tub were filled from a cistern.  If you wanted hot water you had to add it yourself.  The man heated up a bucket of water, the children peeled out of their clothes in the rustic bathroom; the boy hiding behind his sister who remained in her panties until the man left the bucket of water.  The door was shut and the tub was filled with one part hot water and one part cold.  The man cleaned up the kitchen and filled another bucket of water and set it on the old rustic cast iron stove.
	In the bathroom the girl peeled down her panties and joined her brother in the tub.  Nothing special going on the boy seemed oblivious to his naked sister.  Cam thought of “intervening” but held off—a rare occasion.
	The girl, Sally, washed her brother’s boy parts without batting an eye or naughty thought.  She scrubbed his butt (and crack) and then all over.  the boy had a peculiar mannerism of holding his fingers closed to his cheek.  Something tragic had happened to the two and it effected the boy, Phillip, more so.
	The man, Champ Squiggly, tapped on the door.
	Sally looked petrified, the boy more so.  The door opened, slowly.  Sally reached over plucking up a towel to cover herself.  “Pip” ducked behind his sister and hunkered down in the old yellowed tub, too.
	A fresh bucket of warm water was brought in.  Champ smiled, nodded his head and left the bucket by the tub.  He then turned and exited.  The girl looked relieved, the boy not so much.

	After their bath the two stood and dried off with so-so clean towels; again, the boy didn’t seem to mind his sister drying his boy parts and all over elsewhere.  She stood before him drying her own “parts” with the boy not batting so much as an eye.
	Sally dressed her brother then she herself.  They found Champ in the shabby front room, he had some maps of the world spread out on a table; on a desk was a ham radio set up.  As the two freshly cleaned but still grubby children came in he beckoned them with a smile and a head nod.  Timidly they complied.  
	Champ opened himself up to allow them onto his lap, neither complied with that motion.  Champ let it go and flipped some switches on the radio; he wore a headset and told the children that he was direct contact with English authorities and they were securing a flight especially for them!
	This made Sally and Pip very happy.  They jumped about holding hands and making Champ very happy, too.  
	“I’ve jess been in contact wid yer Mum--”
	“MUMMY!” cried out Pip.
	“Oh, Mummy, we’re right here, we want to come home!” exclaimed an excited Sally.  Champ put the mic to the girl’s face and in the same motion guided her onto his lap.  
	“Oh Mummy, is that you?”
	“She says, “Yes, it me my dears.”” 
	The children were ecstatic with glee—although they could not hear their mother exactly, Champ relayed what she was saying and had found the right “words” she would say.
	After a brief back and forth with Sally and Pip none the wiser and assuming that they had indeed been talking to their “Mummy”, Champ shut off the radio and Sally hopped off his lap.  Both children were very excited.  He then returned to the maps and made musings.  After checking his watch he made mention that “first ting in the morning we’ll head out and get yous on the first flight back ‘ome.”
	There was no settling down Sally and Pip, they were as giddy as all get out.  Then,
	“Of course, we shouldna be sendin’ ya ‘ome with dirty clothes on ya now, should we.” Sally shrugged.
	“Well, ye got clean bodies and that’s a mighty fine ting, but me thinks yer Mummy would be more proud to see her wayward chil’ren wid clean clothes, eh?”
	He made sense.  Sorta.

	So, it was out to the back porch where warm water from a bucket filled a tub, laundry soap was added and then Champ looked to them both with a near stern look, “come on now, we canna wash yer clothes wid you still in ‘em!”
	Pip was most bashful but still on the rags of being giddy.  Sally peeled off his shirt, handed it to her benefactor, then helped her brother out of his pants.  The boys clothing was dropped into the tub.  The man turned then turned Sally who seemed uncertain.  But with a sigh she pulled off her grimy outer shirt and undershirt handing them over to Champ.  Down came her rust colored well worn jeans and they were deposited into the old 1930s style washer, too.
	Sally seemed ever grateful that she didn’t have to shuck her off-pink underwear.  The old style washer used manpower to crank its tub, both Sally and Pip took turns cranking the crank while Champ returned to the inside of the house.  He made a quick trek to a bedroom where he watched the kids cranking the washer standing in their underwear…

	After some ten minutes of cranking the kids were worn out.  The clothes had been well washed and it was time to send them thru the ringer.  Champ did this motion with afterwards hanging them on the line nearby.
	“Come morning,” he said, “yer clothes will be nice and clean and dry.” He smiled and ushered the urchins back inside the house where they had some snacks, drinks, and then it was bedtime.
	There was two bedrooms to the humbled abode, neither was very well kept but had a bed and a dresser.  As soon as Pip’s head hit the pillow he seemed to have dropped right off to sleep.  Sally snuggled up against him and seemed to go to sleep herself.  Champ left the door partly opened and then sat at his ham radio to talk to someone in Austria.
	About an hour after the kiddies had gone to bed, Sally crept out making her way to the bathroom.  After the flush was heard and the door squeaked open, Champ called for the girl.
	She was clad in her panties and was a little embarrassed and greatly timid.  But sighing and summoning up her strength she overwhelmed her timidness and made her way to where Champ was sitting.
	He reached out for her as she came to his side, he seemed warm and friendly enough—but she was uncertain and fearful.  She and her brother had been on their way to France to visit their father, but had gotten mixed up on the wrong airplane and wound up in the good ole USofA.  

	Confusion still confounded them and with green tornadoes, EMADs, and raging minotaurs the two waifs found themselves greatly lost just beyond the American airport.  The more they tried to find help and find their way the more they got lost.  
	Then they found Champ—or he found them.
	Champ snuggled the young girl, when she resisted he became stern with her.
	“Now, ye looky ‘ere, missy,” he scolded, “I’m doin’ a lot fer ye and me tinks ye canna show a little more gratitude!”
	Sally began show signs of fright (and concern.)  too late!
	Champ took holt of the girl, pulling her in tight to him; then he laid her across his lap with his manly hand caressing her pink clad panty butt.  When she fussed he smacked her butt HARD then stood her up shaking her shoulders, holding her tight.
	“Now looky ‘ere,” he seethed, “ye best do as I like or maybe yer brudder would be better!”
	Sally wasn’t sure what he meant but she was sure it wouldn’t be good.  She gulped and tried to maintain her emotions as she was pulled back down across the man’s lap.  When Champ’s hands went inside her panties she once more began to fuss.  Champ locked her arms/hands behind her back with a powerful manly hand—the other hand pushed down the girl’s panties and there was great smile etched on his tan-leathery face.

	There was no smile on Sally’s face; the man caressed her ass, squeezed the cheeks then spanked her bare sensitive flesh with all his might.  Then with her own hands he had her hold her cheeks open while he plunged a finger into her asshole.  When Sally protested she was once more smacked as hard as possible on the ass.
	Finally Sally relented, held her cheeks open and endured being finger fucked in her poop chute.  It was agonizing and very distressful.  Sally squirmed, clenched her hole and fidgeted uncontrollably.  The man fingering her rammed his finger into her hole repeatedly until at last…
	Roughly Sally was taken to the kitchen table.  He had twisted the girl’s arm painfully and so was easily distracted with tender care to her arm and not aware of being placed onto the table.  
	“Lay down and take it, or you’ll be sorry.” Champ spoke no longer speaking in the fake Irish accent.  Sally was confused, in pain, and could only comply.  Her modesty, though, still had some precedence and was not enthused about being nude with the man present or having to lay out on the kitchen table with her legs open!

	Sally’s young naked body tightened up all over as the man held her legs open with great strength and then began licking her pussy!  She freaked out.  But the man was too strong for her and held her firmly nearly breaking her legs when she fussed too much.
	Like when his finger was in her butt hole, she endured the man’s tongue to her pussy.  Sally fidgeted all about but when she did so too muchly her ankles were locked together, legs raised, and several hard smacks to her ass was rendered.
	Champ seemed worn out afterwards, he stood somewhat displaying the act of being dizzy.  Despite her pains, Sally made a break for it.  Whether or not Champ was faking or he had managed to quickly recover wasn’t clear; but he grabbed the girl about the waist and flung her to the floor.  Sally struggled to recapture her ability to breathe.  While she did so Champ grabbed her by her hair and dragged her across the floor flinging her against a wall by his ham radio desk.  From a bottom drawer he retrieved an old style pair of handcuffs…

	Sleeping Pip awoke suddenly from a deep sleep.  He had peed himself he was so sleepy.  But the boy came wide awake when his naked sister was brought roughly into the bedroom.  The boy so stricken with fear and fright couldn’t move but curled up into a tight fetal position crying and continuing to pee himself.  
	Sally hands were handcuffed behind her and she was brought to the bed.  Roughly she was put on the bed with her head pushed thru the metal iron bar vertical railings.  It wasn’t a good fit and hurt the girl greatly especially at the ears.  But it assured Champ that she wouldn’t be able to pull her head back thru.
	Champ then wrestled with Pip, cuffing his hands and pushing his head thru the railings, too.  His head was a bit smaller but it still hurt his ears significantly.  The bars were twisted and bent by Champ to ensure the boy couldn’t pull himself out, either.
	The man then sat back to watch the wriggling brother and sister.  He did so with a raging hard-on and a beaming smile.  After a few moments of this he slipped off the bed and out of his grimy clothes.  Standing before Sally and Pip the man blatantly masturbated, stepped up to Sally and slapped her face with his hardened cock.
	There was nothing Sally could do, she had cried her self out and could only endure.  Champ face fucked the young girl for a minute or so then moved to get behind her on the bed…

	

Epilogue
	Cam made considerations, mulled them over, then contemplated them again and again.  He itched to sew up the girl’s pussy and snip the boy’s testicle sac.  Slowly, though, he made slow methodic circles about her tenderized flesh; the girl made mere moans in her fleeting weeps.  Cam slowly turned the girl over, her head still shoved between the footbed railings.  
	Sally’s mouth was bloody, she shook and trembled, her dazzling eyes staring upwards to the dingy gray clapboards that made up the shack’s ceiling.  Cam eased his manhood into the girl’s pussy.  It was already torn and rent and well abused but still snug fitting.  As inch by inch Cam’s massive fuck stick entered into the girl she fretted, cried more, and fussed.
	Cam let her be and smiled to the still form of Champ who lay on the floor holding what remained of his cock, the tip of his cock lay off by a baseboard where a small mouse had just made off with it.  Cam began to pump, slow and steady with only a portion of his seven incher inside the girl’s well fucked sex.
	Champ had fucked the girl and did her well—for himself.  Her asshole received Champ’s “champion”, too, with a little more reverence and determination to make full anal penetration disregarding the girl’s wails of sincere distress.
	Afterwards, the man had stood face fucking the girl when she nipped his balls.  In a rage the man slapped Sally until she fell unconscious.  But rage still was a flurry with Champ and so he took his enraged cock to the girl’s brother, Pip.
	Unable to make suitable penetration to the boy’s virgin pooper, Champ shoved a toilet plunger into the boy, reaming him good (and bloody.)  This was followed by a large candle stick and then the broken handle end of shovel.  By midnight Champ was deeply sodomizing the English boy until he passed out into deep unconsciousness.
	By then the girl had come to and Champ returned to her, shoving his foul cock into her mouth.
	When his cock was at its hardest and just beginning to ejaculate, Sally  clamped down as hard as she could and bit off the tip of the “champion.” 

	She was already retching and gagging as inside and outside of her mouth was blood and poo.  Her young mind was gone—literally gone.  The taste of dickhead and blood in her mouth made her retch uncontrollably.  All the while Champ lay freaking out on the floor doing the Curly Shuffle.
	The man regained some of his composure, some, and flew into an extreme rage.  It was then Cam had to intervene, picking up a handy-dandy cast iron skillet and colliding it with Champ’s head.  The man collapsed instantly to the floor and lay still.

*

	He didn’t know how exactly, but somehow-someway he was going to get the children (Sally and Philip) back home to England—even if he had to take them there himself!  Which was amusing to Cam and frightening for the unsuspecting citizens of Kent…
	The children accompanied the newest benefactor nakedly thru the woods along the creek.  They required extensive mind work which wore Cam out and gave him a headache.  He didn’t particular care for being saddled with cargo, he preferred the solitary life.
	(of course, he hadn’t encountered Kara, yet.  (remember her, the forest ranger incident—and then the family that followed, the other family at the house?)) that story has come up just yet, to be finished (continued.)  See, the Cam stories so far has been what happened in a time line prior to the forest ranger incident.  I’m getting up to when and where he was at the family’s house.  Eventually…
	Anyways, Cam escorted the children along the creek coming up to an abandoned trailer.  More trailers were in the area, not abandoned but not close enough to be a security risk.  It was a place to cool down and contemplate his next move.  The trailer was dirty but a bit better than filthy.  The children were bathed, fed, and then bedded down.  Cam sat in brooding in the front room.  He had vowed that he would get the children back to their home, the only question was how?
	For these answers and more—well, see what happens in the upcoming chapters of course!