August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 31
Schadenfreude

The pause that refreshes
	She was late getting home—late-late-late.  She knew her Mom would jump her ass—but her Mom wasn’t home.  Her step-dad was, though.  She HATED her step-Dad, her own Dad was five states away.  She loved her Mom, and they got along even after the divorce and split up of the family; the step-Daddy was “ok” but she didn’t like him just the same.
	(and after tonight she’d like him even less…) 
	more on that cumming up!
	Anyways, she was late and hustled via a short cut thru the woods by the construction site.  Construction site?  Hmmmm, she didn’t recall any construction site in her area.  She paused, had she taken a wrong turn?  It was possible.  She paused, turned and wondered how far back she should go.  Checking her watch, it was midnight, a little after.  She was already LATE, hours beyond when she should have been home.  
	She turned around again in hopes of finding the construction site’s road, from there she’d go to the main road and get a better idea of where she was.  Maybe her step-Dad would be asleep and not know when she came in.
	Yeah—keep thinking that.

	She found the gravel road that led to the construction site, now she needed to find the paved road.  She heard water from a creek and didn’t recall any creek on her short cut path.  She was lost.  She knew her step-Dad would be sitting up, waiting for her.  He would bawl her out and then for sure rat her out to her Mom who would ground her and make life difficult for a while.
	Before making the roadway, she paused again; undone her pants and took a squat.  There was a half moon and the light barely illuminated the area.  Frogs and insects did there thing of making noises in the nearby creek, she got the idea that maybe she had come too far, the short cut wasn’t a good idea and had taken her at a different angle.  The path she normally took took on a different look in the darkness—she usually made the trek during the daylight hours and so it was easy to get lost.

	After her pee she stepped away from the “puddle” and pulled up her clothes, it was the last thing she solidly remembered.  A strange feeling overcame her, her vision blurred and she developed a sharp piercing headache.
	‘name?’
	“Kristal.” she replied aloud.
	The presence of another came upon her, she knew almost instantly it was someone foreboding—evil.  Frozen in fear or some other paralysis Kristal could only stand while the evil caressed her, ran his vile fingers thru her hair, and mawed her breasts.
	Slowly she was redirected from the main road.

	Todd lay confused/abused/used and covered in dirt, sweat, sweaty dirt, blood, urine, and drying sticky cum.  His asshole hurt the most, then his dick and balls.  A horrible taste lay like a wasteland in his mouth and even moreso in his mind.  
	He found his hands were tied behind his back along with his feet.  He was confused and nothing was clear to him.  What was going on?  It was dark, he felt ill all over and struggled to sit up.  When he managed that, the illness swept over him like a fire and he fell back down to wallow on the dirt.  It was cooler laying on the ground but only added to his confusion all the more.
	Closing his didn’t help, either; closing his eyes only made it worse and there was a horrible ringing in his ears.  Then the retchings came, vile horrible vomit spruted up from his gut causing great pains to his sides.
	It was then he realized that he was naked.
	For a moment he was more confused than ever—what the hell was going on?  He flung his head, spit the vomit that lingered in his mouth and sat back up again.  He felt better, not much, but better.
	Then he saw the car, his Dad’s car, the limo.
	Charlene.
	He had been on a sneaky date with Charlene. 
	Where was she?
	Where was Charlene?

	Charlene was dazed and barely aware of her tormented situation.  Her arms hurt and a horrible itching sensation that was aggravatingly painful came from her pussy.  The more she twisted and struggled the worse the pain at her shoulders were.  She cried out in her agony but mostly just cried.

	The feeling was more than uncomfortable; a stranger was mawing her breasts.  She tried to say, “stop it!” but the words wouldn’t come.  She couldn’t see the man before her clearly, but he seemed to have ragged hair, deep sunken eyes, and beard growth.  He looked like some spooky character from a spooky television show—or a dangerous lunatic.
	Kristal clutched her opened pants and couldn’t shake the strange-weird feeling that had enveloped her.  The man before her had undone her blouse and seemed to be leering.  It was then Kris knew—the man obviously was using one of those damned EMADs!  But why wasn’t her EMAD detector going off?  Her Mom had paid good money for a set of those things and it wasn’t working!?
	Her bra was snapped open and the man’s hands cupped her breasts.  Kristal felt ill to her stomach and knew that she was going to be raped.  (and how!)  The man took his time, though, and seemed to be in no particular hurry.

	Kristal begged, “please stop”, and “let me go”.  But the man apparently was deaf or cared not for her plight.  Her shirt was pulled off and cast aside, followed by her bra.  The man then did step right up against her, her pants had fallen down some when the man had worked her shirt off; down to the small of her back did the man place his hands, his vile fingers slipping inside her panties.
	“oh please!” begged Kristal—but the man continued not to pay her any attention and slipped his fingers inside her panties, squeezing her flesh.  Kris’s face was against the man’s chest—he smelled horrid—horrid almostr rancid.  The man made some sort of grumble—a sound of pleasure?  Her panties were pushed down and into the crack of her ass his horrid fingers went, continuing to squeeze her ass and then poke her asshole.
	The man stepped back, his features were actually shrouded in the gloom of the night that was woefully turning bleak (for Kristal.)  The vile man squatted down and pushed Kristal’s pants and panties to her ankles, then helped her step out of them and she was nude.  
	Up her legs he moved his hands, lightly barely touching until once more coming to her soft supple fourteen year old ass.  She clenched up tight her body unable to ward off the man’s touching her—but that didn’t work, either.  He didn’t do much but very lightly caress her ass and peer at her.
	First it was just peering at her face, then it was into her soul, her mind.

*

Needful information
	The sun was warm on his ass; his skin was soft and not even moist or sweaty.  He wasn’t particular expert in his task, but he was still good and somewhat satisfying.  It wasn’t as satisfying as it would be with a boy who had a bigger nominal dick, but then a ten year old wasn’t capable of getting her pregnant, either.
	Conner.  Conner James, CJ, was ten years old, almost eleven—eleven years in six months.  He was a sweet boy, helpful, considerate, and cute, er—handsome.  He had potential and Kris liked him.  CJ was one of seven boys she periodically babysat for.  He was easy to sit for and sometimes he came to her house.  They played games, visited others they knew of their age group, or just sat and read.
	Oh, and there was one other thing that they did, too…
	When he caught his pee-pee in his zipper, Kris was there to the rescue, and since it still hurt a great deal after she expertly got the skin out of the terrible predicament, she caressed it—firstly with her fingers and then with her mouth.
	Conner liked.  A lot!
	From sucking his little dick to letting him see what SHE looked like, from laying out on her bed naked to letting him feel her pussy to letting him fuck her.  They did it all—no backdoor stuff, that was gross and not on the menu.  
	Conner wasn’t the perfect lover or even a good lover, Kris knew that, but she found joy—great joy, in being screwed by the little boy.  He didn’t cum on her (couldn’t cum on her) and he derived a great deal of pleasure out of the deal himself.  Of course he did!
	Making their rendezvous, though, was a toughie.  It wasn’t always secure at her home and finding a secretive place outdoors was risky.  But they eventually did so, a nice private area just beyond the park that was juxtaposed between a large empty field and a diary.  Here the two felt relatively secure and readily stripped off their clothes and explored one another’s body.  Kris, though out in the open, felt more freer—and being out in the open it excited her, too—the bare hint of getting caught excited her and she greedily devoured CJ’s cock, balls and all, too.
	CJ enjoyed the moments and swore that he would never-ever-ever tell anyone; cause if he did then he would never get to see Krissy again and he’d never get that wondrous feeling that he yearned for.

	Other then sucking CJ, Kris enjoyed spreading her legs and having the young boy explore her nude body; exploring her pussy, breasts, and mouth.  Young CJ would lick her pussy like he was eating ice cream.  He was pretty good—but Kris had no one to compare that act with.
	Oh!  Wrong!  Wrong-wrong-wrong.  Cam saw that there WAS someone else who munched her cunt.  He was pleased and continued with the mind probe.  Needful information. 
	Krissy enjoyed her romps with CJ, he did good work.  He marveled at her pussy; before—during—and after he fucked it.  He took his time, but still tantalized the teenage girl.  She had good body, but he had little to compare that with.  
	Krissy enjoyed him and what he did for her; even though he wasn’t particular good at it.  But that was due to his small size and small sized cock.  Positioned on her his dinky went in alright, but on the upswing it often popped back out of her sex.  It popped right back in of course but sometimes there was a second or two when the “pumping” action allowed the spasms of sexual excitement to decrease—and when the sexual excitement had once more reached a pivotal apex CJs cock invariably would pop back out.
	But over time he was getting better and they were finding that they could adjust their positions and with CJ keeping his body on her with him just moving his hips kept his little dick in her pussy better and the sex was better and both enjoyed their coupling even moreso.

	There, too, was Allison.  Allison was eight.  Eight years young.  Flaming red hair, long, soft, slightly styled but usually just hung in full body to the middle of the girl’s body.  A few freckles about her nose, a fantastic sweet smile, flat chested, proper arms and legs length, proper size for her age group.  She was a sweet girl who often recited poetry perfectly just after reading it one time.
	Allison Bruman was another child Krissy babysquatted for.  And Allison Bruman was another child Krissy engaged immorally with.  It began innocently enough with out in the area where Krissy and CJ would go for their naughtiness.  Young Allison needed to pee and so she did.  Young Allison was the type of girl who shied away from wearing jeans or shorts or print pants and the like—she had no aversion of them and DID have them and DID wear them, but her preference was dresses.  
	She hiked up her sun dress, pushed down her panties and squatted.  Krissy had feelings for the young girl—illicit feelings.  Cameron saw in her mind a great deal of “feelings”, strong sexual feelings—among other things.

	The When, Where, and How were jumbled about and seemed to be in no particular order, but a scene there was that Cameron focused in on showing the three of them in the reclusive spot; Krissy, Conner James, and Allison.  All nude.  Conner James was laid out nakedly with Allison on top of him, his little dinky sliding up into Allison’s poon.  Krissy behind them between Conner’s legs watching as penetration took place and when Conner’s little dick slipped out, she was there to put it back in.
	Krissy caressed Allison’s ass, she had found Allison fingering herself in her room, while on the toilet in her house, while bathing, and while sleeping—Allison was a sound sleeper and when Krissy had went to check on her while she was sleeping in her bed—she found the girl had worked her panties down and was fingerbanging herself in her sleep!
	That act brought Krissy to bring the girl into the world of mutual masturbation.  Krissy totally got off on Allison fingering her out; she got off, too, on watching Allison finger herself.  And from mutual masturbation to cunt munching to spanking—the two, the three, enjoyed their secret times together.

	And inasmuch as Kristal enjoyed licking out Allison’s hairless beaver, she did likewise enjoy licking out her best friend’s cunt.  Marissa Twilliger had a nice bod, moderate sized breasts, a pleasing shape, and a tight but non-virginal cunny.  The two teen girls often had hours of naughty sex together, kissing and pounding their poons to the other; scissor fucking, shaving the other’s pussy, and driving the other wild with vaginal insertions of various sized candlesticks.  
	Both feared pregnancy and some lame disease from sex with a boy, so they shied away from boys who were their age and who could cum.  Instead, they opted for Rascal, a three year old Black Labrador.
	A dog.
	Both girls masturbated the animal until he came.  
	Both girls lapped up the juices the dog gave, sucked his pinkish dick and smeared its sperm all over their nude bodies.  On a dare, Marissa dared Krissy to “spread” for Rascal and “take him.”  
	Krissy was kind of awed by the thought—sex with a dog?  She didn’t know if it was illegal or not, or immoral, but she felt that it was wrong.  Which was why she whole heartedly engaged in it.  On her hands and knees and with face down, ass up, cheeks spread, Rascal the Lab “got some.”  
	It wasn’t his first time of course.  Of course!

	Marissa was behind Krissy helping guide her pet’s cock into her friend’s cunt.  The animal’s cock was huge, especially the “knot.”  But Marissa only guided in the shaft of the dog’s slick member, Krissy “backed” up to receive fully the doggie’s offering.
	She did seem to derive some sort of pleasure out of the deal—sexual or other was not clear.  Part of the “deal” with the dog was simply that it was so naughty.  She didn’t know that it had a name to it (bestiality).  She took the doggie on until he filled her sex with his dog cream.  Then Marissa took over and licked the cream from her cunt while Rascal licked his balls.

*

	Over a period of time, the girls shared their love with Rascal, both girls took the doggie dick to their cunts, in various positions.  They also took him to their assholes.  Each time the dog came, well—AFTER each time the doggie came, the other girl would lick the orifice laden with doggie cream.
	Cameron was pleased.  Very pleased.  The girl had a potential.  Once back to where Todd lay withering on the ground in a highly agitated and confused state, the naked Kristal was guided down to address the black boy’s cock.  Krissy complied but was confused.  Todd stopped his wiggling and stared—“what the fuck?”
	Krissy gripped the boy’s pud and began to work it.  She sat up straight so as the partial moonlight could reveal her nudity.  Todd was awed, eyes wide, mouth open wide.  He couldn’t believe it and it took a few moments before his cock overrode his confusion.
	Once the boy’s cock was partially hard Krissy was instructed further,
	“suck it.”
	There was no stopping herself, she literally saw herself “going down” on the black prong.  She thought she tried to resist but couldn’t stop her downward travel.  She saw herself holding the cock, squeezing it at the base and then she was pressing the head of it to her lips!
	Krissy shook her head and tried to blurt “NO” but some strange bizarre power compelled her and drove lips down over the cock.  It was a little different than sucking Conner James, and way different than Rascal’s.  The hot member filled her mouth and she began to suck.
	Todd reeled.  His mind fluttered and it mattered not that he was feeling pains throughout his body, his hands were tied (cuffed) behind him, his ankles were tied (cuffed)—he was getting a blowjob and it felt GOOD!

	Krissy sucked and sucked and sucked—then sucked some more.  The cock was distasteful; there, too, was a horrendous smell, an odor lingering in the air—mostly stemming from the boy’s dirty body.  But she couldn’t stop herself from sucking.
	It didn’t take long before Todd’s rod was hovering at the pivotal moment of blast off.  That was when Krissy finally was allowed to “stop sucking.”  She popped the engorged member out of her mouth and sat up.  Todd rolled his shoulders and still struggled to make sense of what the fuck was going on!
	Then the nude teen came up between his legs, pressing her teen cunt to his engorged cock.  The moonlight helped Todd see the teen girl, she wasn’t particular “striking” but not a dog, either.  She was also nude!  Todd’s confusion reigned supreme in his mind but the confusion was waylaid by his cock sliding up into the girl’s pussy.
	Ten million feelings of pure joy were summoned upon Todd, specifically his cock.  He tried to moan, groan, or make some sort of animal speak but nothing could be uttered as his cock overpowered everything.  It was joy unknown as the girl’s pussy closed up tightly about his cock and his mind went off into a blissful euphoria never to know no more forever.
	Cam sat poised behind the teen girl watching in amusement as the black boy’s cock went into her sex.  He fingered her hole and saw the images in her mind of her girlfriend’s dog sodomizing her.  Cameron himself scooted up and began poking Krissy’s asshole with his cock.  He deemed that his manhood was significantly larger (at least in girth) than the Labrador’s.  Krissy’s cunt was filled with Todd’s cock, her asshole filled with Cam’s cock.  Todd pumped up as much as he could but his body was actually tense and rigid, he managed to get off a pump or two but it was mostly Krissy who was working her sex up and down Todd’s dong.
	In her ass the cock there probed and shot off a wad or two—it was all the way in and caused the girl some distress.  In Krissy’s mind there was an image of girlfriend Marissa trying to sodomize her with a large diameter candle.  It wouldn’t fit no matter how much butter was applied to the candle and to Krissy’s asshole.
	“I think you can take the candle, now.” Cam whispered to the girl’s mind.  Krissy didn’t reply, she concentrated on the cock in her pussy.  Her mind was a mass of confusion, too; like Todd.  But unlike Todd, she was still capable of thought and some realization.
	Cameron unloaded a nice load of spunk.  Sitting back he admired his goo spewing out of the girl’s funk hole.  His cum squirted out in gobs followed by a fart bubble.  
	Todd was at the point of cumming, again.  Cameron once more looped the boy’s balls with the thin cable and cinched it up tight.  Krissy’s movements also indicated to Cam that she was near cumming off herself.  He began nipping the girl’s ass flesh and anticipating when the exact moment was to arrive.
	He didn’t have to wait long.
	Todd’s cock suddenly strengthened and powerfully jammed up into Krissy’s juice box.  Juices began to flow, mixed juices of girl and boy cum.  The moment had arrived, Cam drew the cable loop tight successfully castrating Todd’s balls.

*

	At the moment of ejaculation as the squirts of sperm spewed into Krissy’s cunt, Todd’s testicle sac was severed from his body.  His cock continued to jut (what cum there was left in his shaft) and his body motions continued to have him pump.  The prowess of his cock’s overwhelming sensations continued to overshadow the castration.  But that soon ebbed and young Todd quickly realized that there was something terribly-terribly wrong.
	Krissy lay exhausted on the boy realizing that there was an enormous discomfort from her asshole.  Cameron guided her to lay down and “sleep” while he collected Todd’s testicles and approached the past out Charlene.
	Charlene had watched it all—she had seen the teen girl come into the clearing and watched, too, as she mounted Todd.  Then, she saw the man.  He wasn’t particularly clear to her and her mind was too confused to make since of what was going on.  But she saw the man get behind the girl and it was obvious that Todd was in her pussy while the straggly man was in her ass.  It was called “double teaming” from the lips of the bad girls she knew at her school.
	Charlene wasn’t sure what happened next, the nude white girl was pulled off of Todd and laid down by a tree; Todd was freaking out.  He rolled and twisted oddly trying to scream or something and then he just fell to his side, curled up into a fetal position.
	It wasn’t clear if he was dead or what.  The nude straggly man took Charlene’s attention, he came to her and seemed even more lunaticky than ever.  His eyes were wild and appeared to be actually yellow.  There was a horrible sneer on his lips and he held up in his hands something.

	Something smelled horrible, and it wasn’t just the creepy straggly man.  What was in the man’s hand he had raised up for Charlene to see wasn’t clear.  He brought the object in closer and Charlene looked—but still couldn’t figure it.  The object was misshapen, dark and—
	Charlene began to retch.
	Her arms hurt terribly as they were systematically being pulled right out of their sockets as she was suspended from the tree limb.  The pains from her wrists and ankles were beyond measure.  She twisted as much as she could but every little move erupted even more pains and discomfort.
	It was Todd’s testicles.  The moonlight bathed the severed sac for her to see and she freaked.  Vomit spew retched forth from her mouth, her eyes bulged and she was beyond measurable ability to cope.
	“NOOOOO!” she blurted.  Her level of understanding was discombobulated—she was in fear for her life.
	“Open up!” the man said to her.
	Charlene didn’t understand, “open up”.  Open up what?
	The man placed his vile fingers to her mouth, forcing her to open wide.  There was still retching bile splurting up from her gut.  It was an involuntary thing and she couldn’t help it.  Cam smiled and let her be, let her to continue vomiting and calmly strolled over to the car.  From within he selected on of the decanters containing imported booze.  He partook a swing himself then returned to Charlene and helped her cleanse her mouth out.
	Sister Mary and Sister Agatha had caught him with a bottle of booze; they made him drink the whole bottle and when done he was stripped down and laid out across Sister Mary’s lap while Sister Agatha whipped him with a cane.  He was pretty much out of it but felt the stings of the cane whipping his bare ass.
	He poured Charlene’s mouth full of the booze, showering her head with the remainder before placing into her cleansed mouth Todd’s testicles.  Charlene seethed thru her nose and tried to spit out the bloody organ.  Cam held her mouth shut tight and Charlene strove hard not to swallow.  More vomit came.
	Cameron paused a moment before continuing—he thought he saw something off the corner of his eye.  Lightning perhaphs?  He cocked his head and waited, listening.  There was a flash of light, he stared at the open door of the nearby limo realizing that perhaps he should have closed the rear door…
	No matter what she did, she couldn’t spat out the severed bloodied mass from her mouth.  The man had her mouth clamped shut and then began spraying something on her mouth.  For a moment she was calm,

	‘peace.’ 
	‘calm.’
	‘all is well.’
	Words came to her mind, she saw a candle flicker in the wind.
	A candle sat on a desk, there was a window open, beyond there was a curious light sweeping a dark and gloomy night.  A stiff breeze came in thru the open window.  The candle provided the only light.
	‘peace.’ 
	‘calm.’
	‘all is well.’
	Charlene saw the lighthouse, she could smell the ocean’s various scents and heard a foghorn in the distance somewhere.  All was calm, all was peace, all was well.  Her candle flickered in the sea breeze as she focused on the lighthouse’s light.
	One stitch/suture.
	Two stitches.
	Three sutures.
	Four!
	Each stitch drew the teen’s lips tighter, a little blood from her boyfriend’s severed testicles leaked from her lips; Dr. Cameron expertly laced the lips until the lips were completely closed.  He gave a final squirt of spray to numb the lips further—then embraced the girl, rubbing her ass and wondering mildly if he could sew up her asshole, too?

*

Funny meeting you here
	With his deed done he made considerations—mostly concessions for Krissy.  He felt something for her, like there was more to her story that would be intriguing to know (and experience.)  She was asleep, exhausted and otherwise.  The hour was late, after midnight and she was well on her way to being grounded for the rest of her teen years.  Cam thought of “fixing” that little problem for her and so he picked her up and began to carry her.
	When suddenly a bright light filled the clearing area.
	“PUT HER DOWN!” barked a voice.
	Cam’s vision was blinded and upset by the bright light, but he recognized the voice—Larry the Security Guard!

	Cam gently complied placing the still slumbering Kristal on the ground.  He stood up straight and faced the security fuck.
	“Le’s seem them hands in the air!” he drawled a deep Southern Georgia drawl.  He was nervous and shuffled his feet over to the lifeless body of Todd.  Cam said nothing and eventually got passed the bright light in his eyes.  But trying to get into the guard’s mind proved problematic.
	Larry kicked Todd, he didn’t respond as he should, he was dead.  He continued his shuffling over to the suspended Charlene, when he nudged her with his nightstick the girl went berserk and thrashed about hurting herself even more.  The numbness effect to her lips (on her face) had worn off and she totally lost it.
	Larry the Guard put his nightstick onto the belt clip and withdrew his .45 then pointed it into Cam’s direction,
	“Alright, boy,” (see, he’s not a racist, “boy” is just a nom given to all those regardless of color) up again’t the car, hands on the car, feet wide.  MOVE!”  
	Cam moved but did so slowly.
	“Jesus fucking Christ, boy, whad the fuck you do?”
	Cam didn’t reply but tried mind invasion again.
	And again.
	And again.
	Something was wrong, though, he wasn’t making contact.
	Larry the Guard came up behind the naked Cam, 
	“You got some ID?”
	Cam didn’t respond, which infuriated Larry.
	“Boy, yous better answer me!”
	Cam didn’t, though.  
	Larry got on his squawker but had a problem doing so as one hand held the flashlight and the other the gun.  His handcuffs were on Todd so fumbled about his person searching for them—Todd no longer needed to be handcuffed…
	“Don’t move, boy, don’t you move a naked hair!”
	Cam remained positioned as he was, he saw that Charlene had passed out again.  He himself saw the lighthouse, he could smell the sea and thought to himself that a nice trek to the ocean would be nice.  He had never been to the ocean.
	Larry got the cuffs off of Todd’s hands not noticing that the boy no longer had a testicle sac.  He came slowly up to the naked straggly man,
	“I’m gonna put these charm bracelets on ya, boy, you just stay still and all will be alright, ya ‘ear”

	Cam heard.  He smiled as he saw into the man’s mind his joy of sodomizing Todd earlier.  Taking Charlene to his organ had pleased him, too.  He had naughty thoughts of his lieutenant’s twelve year old daughter, she was a hot little thing that he greatly wanted to see naked.
	There, too, was a secretary at the office he flirted with.  If given the chance he’d EMAD the bitch and make her his personal cunt.  He wanted to spank her, drive his cock into her ass until he came out her mouth.
	There was the pizza delivery chick.
	Fancy at the bar.
	Darla Crutthers at the diner.
	And a whole host of others—if only he had an EMAD.
	But he didn’t.
	What he DID have was a high-tech EMAD detector and preventor.
	The Preventor blocked EMAD waves, the electronical waves the mind device sent out.
	‘turn it off.’
	Larry dropped the handcuffs.
	“What?  Huh?  Who said that?  You say sumptin, boy?”
	The lighthouse light waved and was temporarily swallowed by the encroaching fog.  The waves boomed as they crashed against the rocks and the shoreline.  Seagulls began to squawk in vast numbers but not a seagull was seen in the hour after midnight.
	“What the--”  Larry stumbled and felt his tremendous bulk falling.  “Whats a fucking lighthouse doin’ out c’here?”  he blinked his bleary eyes, snorted and tried to correct himself.
	‘turn it off.’
	Larry closed his eyes tight, the lighthouse began to rotate, the whole structure.  The grinding noise began to burrow into Larry’s mind; ‘turn it off.’  The waves from the sea began to swallow the shore until there was none; the waves, too, began to swallow the lighthouse structure.
	‘turn it off.’
	Larry saw a light switch on the lighthouse, like the one in his house.
	‘turn it off.’
	The water from the sea was nearly to the top, the seagulls were getting louder.  Larry stretched out his hand and flicked the lightswitch.
	‘ah, that’s better, asshole.’

	Larry the Guard pumped steadily into Todd’s lifeless hole—just as he had before hours earlier.  Todd this time, though, made no cries of distress, made no noises whatsoever.  Larry’s attached balls slapped in the rhythm that was hot sex—he liked doing boys as much as girls and often when he caught young lovers making out had anal sex with the guy just as well as with the girl.
	After cumming and creaming Todd’s hole, Larry was allowed to rest.  His mind was no longer his to command; he saw the lighthouse and the calming waves lightly lapping against the shore.  All was well, all was calm, all was peace.
	Charlene struggled as the wicked man once more was in her face.  She was lifted up and released from the tree limb.  The pains in her body exploded into a million horrible feelings.  It was like when a body’s limb (arm/leg) goes to sleep—but a thousands times worse in sensation and not to just one limb, but to all them.
	Then, of course, there was the pain in her pussy and lips.
	There was no time given to the young girl, she was assaulted in the ass with her face in the dirt—and not just once.  After the wicked man seemingly came once, he reamed her again—spanking her ass flesh and making her torment even more unbelievable.
	There was a rest break, after the second butt fucking.  Her asshole took over screaming in agony—giving her a little rest from her arms and legs; pussy and mouth.
	Another decanter of booze from the limo, Cam sipped several ounces before drenching Larry the Guard with the remainder.  Cam brooded, he fretted about the EMAD preventor Larry had.  Finding the guard uniform he removed the preventor device for further study.
	But later.  There was squawk on the guard’s two-way radio, other guards from other posts were calling in, “One-Alpha Seven to base, 1-0.”  “Two-Baker-Five to base, 1-0.”  “Seven-of-Nine Delta to base, 1-0.” And several others.  Cam cocked his head, urinated on Charlene and waited.
	“Base to Five-Henry.”
	Radio static.
	“Base to Five-Henry, Larry, you sleeping or eating?”
	‘Larry’s busy.’ 
	Larry was busy, though he had fucked his fill, more than he did on a normal day, he was roused up to give it one more try.  This time his spunk would be found by investigators deep up into Charlene’s asshole.  Investigators, too, would find the garrote that had severed Todd’s testicles in the guard’s shirt pocket, with his fingerprints all over it.  

	His flashlight, too, with his fingerprints, would be found embedded up into Charlene’s asshole.  Larry would state that there was someone else there, but there was no evidence of that.  The investigators found booze in Larry’s patrol truck, decanters from the limousine.  Booze, too, was on Larry’s person and breath.  He had drunken several ounces and was drunk when he was found, laying on top of the naked Charlene.  
	For awhile it couldn’t be figured about the girl’s mouth and vagina; there was significant blood and it looked like those two areas had been ripped for some reason.  Only when a doctor closely scrutinized did he make the realization that she had apparently been sutured!  
	Larry the Guard lacked the sophistication to make such sutures and it was guess that she had been sewn, then undone after the fact—trying to implicate Larry.  The investigation was confusing with no solid idea of who was behind it.  But the fact remained, Larry’s cum was in the two teens; the garrote on his person with his fingerprints; his flashlight in Charlene…
	His fate was sealed but some believed that he had indeed been set up and the use of someone with a powerful EMMAD was the actual culprit.   Larry was out of his mind and didn’t remember anything.
	Neither did Charlene.  When psych doctors managed to finally get her to talk and draw out from her mind—all there was was the mentioning of a lighthouse and a candle.  
	In his private psych ward room, Larry the former guard constantly flicked the light switch On and Off—on and Off for the rest of his days.

*

and THEN what happened?
	The sun happened.  It sent its rays thru the pines and brought the morn.  Though breezes were soft and welcomed, for Kristal they were met with less enthusiasm.  She tread softly and quietly thru her backyard making for the kitchen door.  What story she would lay on her step-Dad she didn’t know.  Maybe he would still be sleeping and she could pretend that she had just gotten up?  Yeah, that would work.
	Not!
	The step-Daddy was an early riser, he had a small office in the home and Kristal smelled coffee from the coffee pot.  The bastard was awake.  She dreaded the confrontation with him—it wouldn’t be pleasant.
	No one was in the living room, or any of the rooms on the bottom/first floor.  She heard nothing to indicate the presence of her new Daddy.  Her feet hurt and were dirty, and she just felt “dirty” all over.  

	Up the stairs she made her way, going as slowly and stealthily as possible narrowly avoiding the eight step—it creaked.  At the top landing she saw a bedroom door open down the hall—he step-sister’s bedroom door.  It was seven AM, she would still be asleep, she wasn’t a morning person.
	Luckily her own room was closer, and she could see that her parents’ room was closed.  She figured her step-Dad was inside dressing or something.  She didn’t know, didn’t care.  Still stepping lightly she made his way to her room
	Her bedroom door had a squeaky problem, too; the whole house squeaked.  It was an old house that had charm and squeaks.  It also had her bedroom with its own bathroom.  But although she knew that a shower was desirable, it would definitely give her away.  She would have to wait.  
	Inside her room she stripped off her clothes and went into her bathroom; she turned on the faucet but just slowly and began giving her body and cleaning.  Looking up to the mirror over the basin she saw a man behind her.
	Whirling around she nearly belted out a scream when she was hushed.
	‘lay on your bed.’
	Krissy moved nakedly to her bed and laid out across it.
	Cam examined her nakedness—she looked even better in the light.  He took some time licking out her pussy, slipping a finger into her asshole and becoming very muchly arousd.
	‘hold you legs back.’ 
	Kris put her hands behind her knees and drew the legs back, her knees nearly touching her shoulders.  She stared up to her ceiling—focusing on a lighthouse light.
	  Cam firstly took time licking her asshole, holding ass flesh open wide and driving his tongue into her funk hole.  His nose nosed into her, his teeth nipping the flesh surrounding her rim; he stopped for a moment to admire the rim—pushing the skin to as flat as possible.
	It wouldn’t be easy but from a vertical angle he could sew the hole shut.  He smiled, he wouldn’t do so to this one; he returned to licking her hole to his content then went up to licking out her pussy.
	‘you need to shave your pussy.’ he told her to her mind.
	“alright.” she said aloud.
	‘have your friend shave your pussy.’
	Cam engulfed the teen’s cunt, driving his tongue into the recesses of the cunny, nuzzling his nose to the hood of the cunt and tantalizing her clit.  The girl began to react with her sexual desires becoming enticed.

	Soon Cam was up on the girl, his cock driving nicely into her pussy.  In her mind he saw her having sex with Conner—they were naked on the bed with the boy seriously concentrating on his act.  He seemed to very muchly enjoy fucking with titty sucking a close second.
	There, too, was the image of the boy on top of young Allison.  Krissy caressing his butt and looking down between his legs to see his penis going in and out of Allison’s cunt.  It turned the teen on and she furiously frigged herself while he fucked.  
	She also had the girl to herself on a few occasions, nakedly they explored one another’s bodies—with fingers as well as tongue.  Krissy seemed to get off as much with Allison as she did with Conner and Marissa!
	Cam slid into the girl’s cunt; in his mind he had his day planned—he had to get back to his remote redneck trailer and check on his kids, then make the rounds and see who was doing what in the two redneck trailer parks.  It was a thing he did.  
	One great shot of manly juice squirted into Krissy’s cunt, the feeling was fantastic and he unleashed a small torrent before pulling out to coat the girl’s pussy.  Krissy herself experienced a glorious orgasm, she let go her legs and laid out to twist and frig her cunt.  Cam humped his cock against her gash, squirting out a little more of his love juice before sliding up her body and straddling her chest.  Folding her breasts over his manhood he titty fucked her, bringing her head up and having her suck the head of his dick.

	Again she washed her pussy, in her mind she made a mental note to “visit” her best friend and have her shave her.  She still wanted to shower but wanted to wait until she knew where her step-Dad was and what he was doing.
	He was doing fine.
	She found the man who had married her mother a year and some months after the divorce doing naughty with his own six year old little girl.  Krissy didn’t mind the little girl, but she was a nuisance and on more than one occasion had to stay home and babysit her and alter her personal plans.
	The step-Daddy, David, stood naked before his child, she was in her panties only.  The little girl, Amber, hand her fingers about her Daddy’s prong, masturbating it and gawking at it like it was some sort of dessert.
	“OH MY GOD!” Krissy blurted.  “What the fuck you doing!?”
	although that was obvious.
	“Hi Krissy!” said Amber not sensing the fear (or disgust).
	David swung around facing his teenage step-daughter, his cock was massive, seven inches.  Krissy’s breath was taken and she was in shock.

	“GO TO YOUR ROOM!” David shouted to her.
	‘go to your room’ 
	Stumbling still in shock Krissy backed up and made way to her room.  David ran his hand thru his thick dark hair, cracked his neck then turned back to his daughter.  He blatantly waggled his cock, “come on honey, play with Daddy.”
	The little girl smiled and scooted back to the side edge of her bed, put her fingers about the manly thing before her and continued masturbating.  David, though, was distracted.  He only partially enjoyed having his fling with his child.  He continued looking back to the open door.
	“Can you kiss Daddy?” he asked.
	Amber grinned big and seemed none the wiser that what she was doing, or her Daddy was having her do, was wrong.  She gleefully placed her lips to the glistening knob, kissing it—repeatedly.  Slowly and with great care Daddy David placed his hand behind her blond head.  Slowly and with greater care he guided his manhood into her sweet six year old mouth.
	“suck me, baby, suck me!” he breathed as the head of his naughty cock entered her mouth.
	The little girl fondled his balls and worked his cock as she fully had the head of his dong in her.  David flipped out and pulled out, placing his cock against her sweet face and humping, face fucking her to his delight.  The little girl’s nose went right to his hairy balls.
	He continued to look back, though, out his door to his step-daughter’s door across the hall.  He breathed hard, very hard, a little spurt of cum had ejaculated from his prong, soiling the top of his daughter’s head.  
	“Here, baby,” he said, “lick this clean.”
	And little unwary Amber did so, lapping up the juices jutting from her Daddy’s piss slit.  She made no faces at her task and licked happily until her task was done.  
	David then eased to his knees, pushing his daughter down on her bed, then hooking her underwear and pulling them down.  Cam was going to go and check on Krissy, but after seeing David undress his child fully he decided to wait and see…
	David slowly slipped of Amber’s panties, he sniffed the crotch then checked them for “stains”.  Then, opening her young legs he went down on her, licking her pussy to further his delight.
	“That tickles, Daddy!” she giggled.  Being so young, David had no trouble engulfing the whole of his sweet child’s cunt, he slipped a finger up into her anus with his tongue drilling her virginal poon.

	This action only got him to a more harden state—whereupon he usually masturbated onto her pussy.  Sometimes he put his cock against her cunt and fucked until he came; sometimes he face fucked her until he came; sometimes it was straddling her chest and humping until he squirted.  He couldn’t wait until she was a little older—he wanted to spew IN her pussy, IN her mouth, and IN her ass.  When she was older.
	‘you want to fuck Kristal?’
	that was a dumbass question.
	David wanted to fuck Kristal until his balls fell off.
	Kristal had friends, girlfriends, that he wanted to fuck, too.
	He had no interests in boys.
	And if he COULD get away with nailing a little girl, without repercussions—yea, he would.  The dog.  Little Allison came to the man’s mind.  
	It was then Cam saw in the man’s mind some interesting information.

	David was at the point of creaming.  But he quickly sat up and gathered himself; gripping his cock he turned and left the room.  Little Amber sat up and fingered herself.  
	In her room, Krissy sat on her bed.  She reacted when the naked David burst in.
	“OH MY GOD!” she blurted, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” she scooted quickly across her bed backing up against the door to her bathroom.
	“GET OVER HERE!” David yelled.
	Krissy shook her head, locking her eyes to his manhood.
	“I’m not going to tell you again, GET OVER HERE!”
	Krissy didn’t move.
	David moved across the room in amazing speed, nearly knocking over the unseen Cameron.  Krissy was grabbed by the arm, she shrieked and lashed out at the naked man, but he threw her to her bed—slamming the girl’s bedroom door shut.  It all happened so fast!
	Krissy fought to sit up but was smacked across the face and that settled her down quick.
	“Listen to me you little bitch,” seethed David, “I know about you.”
	The sting to her face was great, but the fear that David “knew” something about her was greater.
	“What?” she asked timidly caressing her stinging face.
	“I know about you and your girlfriend, what’s her name, uh, Marissa?”
	Krissy stared at him—what did he know?
	“I know what you’ve been doing with that little boy, too!” he added.
	Krissy’s heart had been pounding furiously then with the knowing that her step-Dad knew her business with Marissa and Conner James, her heart was bursting out of her chest!
	“And so,” continued David, “if you don’t want your MOM to know what you’ve been doing,” he sneered and Krissy didn’t like it, “your sweet ass is mine.”
	Krissy sunk, this was not good.  No, not good at all.

	“Turn around!”  step-Daddy David said gruffly.
	He had a commanding voice and Krissy was still in shock from having her face slapped.  She paused a second or two then turned around as told.
	“Get your pants down, bend over.”
	Krissy stared across her bed—this wasn’t happening—this simply wasn’t fucking happening.  But somehow she found herself undoing her pants.  She pushed them down part way and they fell on their own the rest of the way—just to her knees.
	“Go on, bend over.”
	Krissy felt a little ill, she really wanted to take a shower and go to bed.  Slowly, though, she complied, bending over, hands on her knees.  She couldn’t remember the last time she had been spanked.
	David took a long look at her ass, his cock spurted some juice and he was in great agony.  ‘I’m going to fuck your ass so hard.’ he said in his mind.  His smile was of lust and leering, he stepped back to gawk at Krissy’s ass, then he stood to one side and smacked his hand as hard as he possibly could.
	Krissy nearly jumped out of her skin.  Instinctively she reached her hands back to protect her ass.
	“Put your fucking hands back!” yelled David.
	Krissy tightened up tightly, the shocking sting from her face was nothing compared to the sting to her ass.  The second swat came but wasn’t as hard—David’s cock was harder, though.
	For the third swat it was against bare skin, David smoothed his hand over Krissy’s ass, then slipped his hand inside and pushed the pink panties down.  Cum squirted from his cock, his whole body undulated in one big shudder.  ‘oh shit that’s good.’ he said in his mind.

	The skin was nice.  Very nice.  David took his time and rubbed his hands all over the ass, spreading the cheeks, testing the rim.  Whether or not he discovered that the asshole was less than virginal was not known—he was too captivated by the whole ordeal as it was.
	Progressively at what seemed to be a snail’s pace David guided his pulsing prong up and down the teen’s crack, pausing a moment now and then trying to stem the tide of orgasm.  His eyes fluttered, he rocked on the balls of her feet, the muscles in his neck tightened and more than once did he shudder a body shudder.
	Slowly he poked the head of his manhood to her hole.  It dipped down to kiss her cunt and even made dutiful entry.  But just the head and an inch or so, then it was out and on its to her anal recesses.  He feared getting her pregnant, too.  Regardless of the fact that she was having sex with a little boy and her best friend, getting knocked up by a step-dad was not good, he’d be tossed in the klink toot sweet and that would be that.
	Gradually there was full anal insertion.  Krissy wept, choked, and cussed.  David had his hands on her hips and eventually began making pumping motions.
	Cam left them and went to check on the little girl.

	Little Amber was happily sitting on the toilet peeing—and singing to herself.  When Cam appeared at the door, the little girl turned and smiled up to him, “Hello.” she said sweetly.
	“you see me?” he asked.
	“Yes.” the child replied.  She had a speech problem for one, and a deaf problem for two.  She wasn’t totally deaf nor totally impaired with speech, but combined with other maladies the child had severed during horrible fever, she was not susceptible to Cam’s minding abilities.  
	But she followed commands just the same.  Her mind was not hers, she knew no better and did what EVER anyone told her.  Ah.
	After he pee Cam hoisted the child up, hugged her and spent some time caressing her nakedness before laying her out on the bathroom floor rug; there he opened her legs and marveled at her young sex.  ‘five sutures ought to be enough’ he commented to himself.  He licked her cunny and neverminded the taste of her pee.  He delighted in her young cunny, her pussy was so virginal he understood the desire her father had.
	Into her equally virgin pooter went his probing finger.
	‘has you Daddy ever put anything into you?’ Cam asked.
	Amber blinked her eyes, picked her nose, and stared up to the blue painted ceiling.  She had no idea.  Cam munch her twat and went on.

*

Here’s the news that is news that is the news that isn’t

A Few Quotes from Our Supporters at the Professional Perverts Association of America
From the President of the PPA, 90 yr. old Col. Dobe Fugin Widdat
“It's so long since I've had sex, I've forgotten who ties up whom.”

Left-tenant Numbnutz says “If it wasn't for pick-pockets and frisking at airports I'd have no sex life at all.”

“Sex is one of the most wholesome, beautiful and natural experiences that money can buy.” Secretary of State of Affairs, Ben Hard.

“My girlfiend said to me in bed last night ‘you're a pervert’ I said, ‘that's a big word for a girl of nine’.” Ben R. Over, janitor

“What's wrong with a little incest?  It's both handy and cheap.” Dr. Heyhey

“I think people should be free to engage in any sexual practices they choose; they should draw the line at goats though.” Arnie Adorable

“I'm such a good lover because I practice a lot on my own.” Harry Palms

“Bisexuality doubles your chances of a date on a Saturday night.” Bella DeBall

From Activities Director Jack Goff “When the authorities warn you of the dangers of having sex, there is an important lesson to be learned.  Do not have sex with the authorities.”

“There are a number of mechanical devices that increase sexual arousal, particularly in women.  Chief amongst these is the Mercedes-Benz 380L convertible.” Imma Barfup, kitchen staff

“You don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older.  Little things like being spanked every day by a middle aged woman:  Stuff you pay good money for in later life.”  Eusta Beeman, doorman

“If absolute power corrupts absolutely, where does that leave God?” Abby Gotum, Treasury Secretary
 
“I was raised in the Jewish tradition, taught never to marry a Gentile woman, shave on a Saturday night and, most especially, never to shave a Gentile woman on a Saturday night.”  Leon Gottaholdum, chairman

Man with hole in pocket feel cocky all day.  Ho Dun Dat, Chinese Interpreter

“I dislike blasphemy on purely rational grounds.  If there is no God, blasphemy is stupid and unnecessary; if there is, then it's damned dangerous.”  Al B. Cyna, master-of-arms

“And God said, ‘Let there be light’ and there was light, but the Electricity Board said He would have to wait until Thursday to be connected.”  Thadeus Wuzz Funnee; accountant

Police hunt farting dissident 
	Police in Weretheheckawwee launched a tri-state wide hunt for a man who farted loudly when asked what he thought of the president.
	Arsole Bastardane, 45, was charged with “contempt for the office of the head of state” for his actions after he was stopped by police in a routine check at a civic city center park where the president was speaking.
	He complained that under President Phartsalot and his twin brother Izzy, the country was returning to a Communist style dictatorship.
	When told to show more respect for the country’s rulers, he farted loudly and was promptly arrested.  When being transported to the county jail, he farted again forcing the arresting officer to abandon their vehicle; this gave offender Arsole Bastardane time to escape and hasn’t been smelled since.  

European Union Language 
	The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.
	As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5- year phase-in plan that would become known as “Euro-English”.
	In the first year, “s” will replace the soft “c”.  Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy.
	The hard “c” will be dropped in favour of “k”.  This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.
	There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome “ph” will be replaced with “f”.  This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.
	In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.
	Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.
	Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent “e” in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.
	By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing “th” with “z” and “w” with “v”.
	During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary “o” kan be dropd from vords kontaining “ou” and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensi bl riten styl.
	Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza.  Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.
	Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas!  Hazah! 

“Some people say that I must be a terrible person, but it’s not true. I have the heart of a young boy - in a jar on my desk”  macabre mystery writer, Islep Innadark.

*
We now return you to our regular program already in progress
Phart ship to Anal Control, please cum in

	PJ gripped the edge of the desk as the cane once more lashed his ass.  The tingling sensation was terrific—or horrific.  No, it was terrific.  His toes curled, his cock tingled and he arched his back forcing him to stand up some; he breathed, “oh yeah!” as if he had just had a delicious orgasm.
	Naked Mr. Peebles caressed the boy’s near bleeding ass, parting a cheek and fingering the hole, admiring the cinched up tight hairy testicles of his prize student.  Slowly he began making insertion—using the pointer stick he used in his class and had actually been using to strike Paul Junior with repeatedly.

	Naked PJ took a moment to stroke himself; he bent over the teacher’s desk, spreading his stance, wriggling his butt as the instructional pointer entered him.  His wild eyes darted all about the cluttered desk, his cock pressed against the rounded edge; the pointer was uncomfortable and he would prefer cock instead.  On the desk were family photos of Mr. Peebles’ family; his wife, children, dog.  None of them knew he’s naughty side. 
	After some inches had went up into his hole, Mr. Peebles, Social Studies instructor for Garlock High, the pointer was removed and he was no longer capable of holding off any longer—his massive 7-inches of tube steak had to get with the program.
	Paul Junior laid out on the desk; eyes fluttering, mouth undulating, ass stinging, balls tight.  Inch by inch his instructor made anal entry, clenching his hands tight to PJ’s ass; then running the hands up and down the boy’s fifteen year old body.  Every inch of manhood from Mr. Peebles went into the anal cavity; PJs blistered ass was warm against his nakedness and slowly he reached around to play with the boy’s cock.
	The pumping began and began in earnest.  PJ did all he could to hang on, his ass was getting severely reamed—but he liked it.  He spread his cheeks wider, “fuck me!” he exclaimed, repeatedly.  Mr. Peebles complied, driving his cock faster and faster into the boy’s young hole until there was steam billowing up.
	Both teacher and student were nude.  The setting was in a classroom, Garlock High to be exact, not far from Redneckville just down the lane.  The day was late, students were gone for the day, only janitors and wandering security guards were about the campus—and a few interesting tid bits of other goings on worthy of Cam Cameron’s spying.
	Mr. Peebles went into super fuck mode and began slamming himself in as hard as possible until the pivotal moment arrived whereas he began to strain, his nominal average white guy cock crammed deeply into his student’s ass, squirting gobs and gobs of hot delicious cum.  Delicious ‘cause after Mr. Peebles had cum so, he pulled out—spanked PJ’s ass with his cum squirter, then knelt down behind the boy, spread his cheeks and helped himself to his own spew!
	Ewewew!
	That was followed by taking the pointer stick again and walloping it against PJs still reddened ass—again and again and again.  The boy cried out in some anguish and expressed distress, but then as Mr. Peebles began inserting the pointer stick—PJ was heard to exclaim, “Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard!”

	On Garlock campus in the open gym’s upper floor where the announcer’s booth was, Don Rymus and Carol Hathaway were hard at it. Don Rymus was a coach, all sports.  Carol Hathaway was a slut, er, cheerleader.  Don Rymus’ red PE shorts and underwear were at his ankles; cheerleader Carol’s regular panties were on one ankle only, her skirt up, blouse off, titties jiggling freely for Don’s delight.  And he did delight in them as he put his married manhood into the sixteen year old’s cunt.
	“Ooooooh!” exclaimed Carol, “it’s too big!”
	Don Rymus beamed proudly as he had a cock to rival any of the black students and faculty he knew.  Gingerly he had slipped his pud into the teen’s twat, but had to cover her mouth as she was somewhat “vocal” about the ordeal.

	In the girls’ side of the gym in the showers, Dee Anne Houghington and her girlfriend Laura Reman embraced one another.  They were lathered in soap and their fine nude bodies slipped about the other’s as their lips were locked and no one was about.
	Cam was about.  He watched for a while, masturbated, then slowly brought the girls closer to himself.  They were wondrous girls, all of sixteen years; their breasts were wondrous, their sweet faces, fine perfectly shaped bodies as a whole.  Cam had Dee Anne service his cock while Laura laid out underneath her eating her pussy.  Both girls were “into” one another; spanking, pissing on the other’s face, licking rim.  They loved dick to be sure with Laura a cum swallower; Dee Anne spat out the goo when she sucked cock.
	When good and hard, Cam repositioned himself, bending Dee Anne over, 69ing her friend—which was something that they did often anyways.  Cam himself easily then made anal entry to Dee Ann with Laura sucking her pussy and his balls.  Dee Ann happily munched twat and all was well.
	When he came, he pulled out after the first explosion, then anointed Dee Anne’s ass with the rest of his spew.  Laura happily licked up the spillage, licking it right out of Dee Anne’s asshole!  
	Cam took a moment to himself to shower and be clean.  He then fucked Laura’s asshole having Dee Anne clean up afterwards.  She didn’t like it but didn’t have a choice, either.  The girls were left to finish up, be bewildered, and left in a very serious horny state of being.
	So was Cam.  He continued his trek about the school and assumed that during regular hours there was even more naughtiness going on.  He was on his way home, though, he had to check on his two children he had taken in.

	On the second floor of Garlock High were Typing Classes, Home Economics, and Science 1 were taught in large double the normal size classes, Cam found one more nifty tid bit of interest.  A teen boy about sixteen or seventeen “put it to” a woman (teacher) about thirty.  She was married, looked like a twenty year old, and was mostly all legs.  She was tall, C cup titties, but they were nice just the same.
	The boy, Hank Ladden was nude, his body was striking and very-very fine.  Ms. Beverly Wanker (really) had her legs up the boy’s fine rigid body and he was not in her pussy but her asshole.  Cum, though, coated the woman’s cunt and so he HAD been there.
	Hank humped tenaciously, plowing furiously as he strove to get his THIRD nut.  He had cum in the woman’s mouth as she had given him a blowjob to begin the extra-curricular activity.  From there they had stripped off one another’s clothes and Hank spent precious time adoring his teacher’s body, examining every nook and cranny with sincere scrutiny.
	Thereafter came the actual sex—sex being deemed In the Cunt only as the illustrious leader of the country, the Prez, had declared Oral and Anal sex not sex!
	After creaming the teacher’s hole, though, Hank did NOT lap or even lick it!  His saucey prong, though, languished about the hole shooting gobs of hot teen spunk everywhere.  Beverly’s legs fell off of the boy’s steaming body; she lay on her desk, her books and such cast off onto the floor in great disarray.  She didn’t care.  She lay heaving, tweaking her nipples, diddling her pussy and tweaking her clit.  Hank stumbled back to lean/sit against one of the desk, flopping his cock and still not caring that the door to the classroom was wide open.

	Sally and her meek brother Phillip (Pip) were ok.  They were fed and Cam checked their ears (remember the incident with Champ Squiggly, the scumbum who promised to get the two English children (Sally/Pip) back home to England—chapter 25.)  Their ears were still sensitive and hurt but not as much.  They consumed their meal and were loved on by their benefactor; Pip had returned to keeping his mouth shut—‘cept when licking out his sister’s pussy or sucking on Cam’s cock.  Other than that, the boy was quiet.
	Sister Sally was a moaner and a groaner, ‘specially when Cam slipped into her young lithe body.  He liked her on her back with her legs pulled far back as possible—then his cock could get into her better and it was a good thing.  Not all of his cock, but most of it—part of it.

	He spent time, though, just rubbing the girl’s ass.  He was an ass man, among other things.  Small circles about the child’s flesh until his arousal directed him to her asshole.  The girl flinched and then tightened up as her hole was invaded.  Brother Pip watched and was brought to stand behind her, taking his young eight year old schlong to his sister’s ten year old butt(hole).  
	The boy still had the quirky mannerism of holding his fingers folded at his cheek—all the while his penis was rubbed all over his sister’s ass, then guided expertly into her hole.  Sally held her cheeks open while her brother guided himself into her.  Instinctively and by being taught the boy steadily pumped.  Cam caressed the boy’s ass, fondled his hairless balls, and pressed his own organ against Sally’s underside.
	When the pivotal moment of ecstasy was upon him, he brought them both to their knees and he did so present them with his cock.  Both gripped his enormous schlong and both began to suck.  Sally was the better sucker, Cam had her suck on the head of his cock while her brother sucked on the shaft as well as his balls.
	His balls.
	Sister Rose with the Cold Hands held his nuggets, squeezing them tight—any time he let out a yelp of distress she squeezed them a little harder all the while Sister George smacked his teen ass with her ruler.  Sister Rose had her fingers tight about his erection, her thumb pressed tight against his piss slit preventing him from cumming off should he do so.
	“You will cease playing with yourself,” said Sister Rose in a stern calm voice, “you will not spill God’s seed.”
	Sister George walloped his bare ass with all her womanly might sending teen Cam into painful oblivion—and a trickle of blood came along, too.  The proceeding wallops hurt just as much but since crossing over to the side of oblivion the pains were nominal.  
	The welts were great and Sister George often let fly a smack to the back of his knees and equally tender thighs.
	“As soon as your penis softens, the beating will cease.” Sister Rose said.  Cam heard her words, he stared into the Nun’s face, she was in her mid forties or something like that, glasses, and completely covered from head to toe.  Her grip to his balls and cock increased—but he refused her to relinquish and give in—to show emotions and shed tears.  He would not be broken—his body, yes, his spirt—no.
	Frustrated at Cameron’s refusal to break the middle aged teen was wrestled into a new position; on the desk holding his own legs back while Sister George thrashed him again.

	Years later and Sister Rose was found in the church’s arboretum where she most often caught young Mr. Cameron “playing with himself.”  She was found nude, vagina shaven and sewn shut spread eagled with her arms and legs spread outwardly, suspended from the ground by several feet.  She was minus her nipples and clit as well as her eyes.
	Sister George was found that same day, in the vestibule from the outer foyer to the inner nave—with a large religious icon shoved into her shaven vagina and a large candle inserted into her virgin anus.  Like sister Rose, her nipples and clit had been removed and she had been beaten by a ruler until her skin peeled.  
	No one ever beat Cameron again…

*

Time for tea?
	Morning bright, big star on the right; all is well—all is well
	Morning gray, begins the day; all is well—all is well

	A sweet little girl with slightly grimy skin, short dirty blond hair in twin curled pigtails, blue eyes, small teeth, short dirty plaid dress, took his fancy.  She had greeted him singing her song and offering him to come sit with her and have tea.
	Who could refuse a five year’s invite like that?  Certainly not Cam.
	A small table was the place, behind a small blue rundown trailer in the first redneck trailer park—the one Cam occupied space, too.  The service set was a plastic blue set, chipped and well stained by the passage of time.  Taking seat with them was Mr. Bear who had a severe seeing problem as he had no eyes whatsoever, his vest was torn and tattered and stuffing was coming out of a small hole in his neck.
	Present, too, was Joppers the Lion and Vincent the Vampire.  The little girl, Andrea, giggled a lot.  There was a stiff breeze that had picked up bringing the wondrous scent of cow crap from a nearby pasture.  Cam sipped the invisible tea from his chipped blue cup and made polite conversation with the others present.  Andrea sang her song, farted, picked at her butt, then picked her nose.
	The breeze stiffened and flipped her short kiddie dress up to reveal a brief glimpse of her not-too-clean white panties.  Cam continued drinking his tea, nodding politely, and smiling to the joyously singing Andrea.

	The breeze was almost a wind; it came about the young girl whipping her hair about her face.  She had no cares.  Her blue eyes twinkled, she continued to smile and be completely unawares—her discolored panties at her knees.  Cam Cameron’s fingers slipping into her sex, his thumb pressing all about the smooth surface of her hairless poon.
	At length she was lain down with her dress beneath her.  There were outdoor chairs and small tables, tires, and abandoned appliances that served as a breaker, to shield them not only from the brisk wind but from sight, too.  Andrea’s little legs were opened wide and down to her innocent poon did Cam go, tonguing wickedly her sex to his pleasure.  She reeked of pee, her anal rim, too, was none too clean.  Cam licked both orifices, engulfing them with his tongue driving inward with veracity untold.  
	Andrea wiggled some, Cam slipped into her virgin anus his finger, pushing in all the way—his tongue forced its way into her cunny, breaking the protective barrier that was therein.  The little girl reacted a little more but was soon soothed and the demon that was Cam Cameron began gnashing his teeth, taking the term “eating a girl out” to the extreme.
	Not enough to break the skin, but to cause welt was assured.
	Then, he was up on top of her, his massive manhood against her innocence with dire determination of penetration in mind.  He stared down to her, her smile was still there.  
	‘would you like some tea?’
	The wind whipped his untamed hair about his face, his desires carried off with the wind he satiated his lust by humping her, spewing his seed moments later.  His massive fuck stick powerfully humped the child’s innocence, grinding hard into her slit until there was a great anointing.  With the spilled spew, Cam gathered the spunk to coat Andrea’s cunt, with a generous finger portion being pushed into sex entrance.
	The same was for her anus.

*

I’m gonna be a star!
	Redneck trailer trash Rick and his equally redneck trailer trash son, Scott cruised into the moderate City some many miles from Redneckville.  They were on a mission.  Hopefully, their mission would be successful and good times would be had by all.  Rick had high hopes for his son, Scott.  Scott was a handsome fellow; no blemishes, scars, or anything distracting.  He had good looks, a fresh face, and was pleasing to the eye.  

	It was hoped that it would help him gain a footing in the industry—the industry that was entertainment, advertising, and perversion at its highest.  Rick would do anything to help his son gain a footing, and Scott seemed willing enough to be pushed into strange situations.  
	Being from the country, the Big City life was awe inspiring for the pair; they had taken a bus—opting for better transportation than their derelict vehicle that Rick did not want to be seen in—‘specially by the potential employer.
	Only a few moments were allowed to give the moderate city a look over before heading to the offices of  the commercial advertising producer.  A new cable show was in the works and young teenage Scott had made the call-back list.  Scott was a handsome boy with coal black hair and wondrous sparkling sea blue eyes.
	“We were very impressed with Alex's reading,” the producer said.  He was a man in his mid to late thirties and of average build.  “But of course,” he continued, “a lot of the boys read well.”
	“No one is as good as Alex,” proud father Rick explained, “he can do 
whatever you want.  Anything.”
	“Is that so?” the producer asked. “Whatever I want?”
	“Absolutely!” declared Rick, Scott is completely at your service.”
	Rick already knew a little something about the middle aged man, commercial advertising producer, sit-com coordinator, and all around big wig around town.  
	The producer was a little wary.  “There may be a lot of demands placed on the boy who gets this part.  We have a very ambitious production schedule.”
	“That's no problem,” Rick assured him. “Whatever you need, Scott can and will do.”
	The producer sat on the edge of his desk eyeing Scott up and down—fixing him for whatever part was required.
	“I don’t know.” He drawled, “I’m not sure--”
	Rick nodded to his handsome son, Scott slipped off his shirt and stood proud.
	“He's beautiful shirtless, and otherwise,” Rick stated, “your ratings with the girls will shoot through the roof.”
	The Producer eyed the taught adolescent torso.  It was seen that the Producer’s eyes widened, he nodded his head, and gouged the heal of his hand to his crotch.

	“Whatever you want, in any way, he can do it.” Rick assured the man.
	The Producer licked his lips and continued giving Scott the once over.
	The Producer’s office was not unlike any other—smaller, though; pictures on the wall in the advertising nature; a large fifty gallon fish tank with LARGE fishes within; a few plants, a green stripe design on the walls, a shag green carpet; kinda matching seating furniture.  No windows.
	“He’s a handsome boy alright, very—nice.”
	Rick smiled, he knew something about Mr. Gavin Sercey, Rick had seen in with a hooker—a boy prostitute a day before Scott went for his “reading.”  During the two week wait for the call-back, Scott kept tabs on Mr. Sercey, noting the various boys he took with him to the No-Tell Motel and stayed for several hours—then promptly fetched another, sometimes having as many as three young teen boys in one night!
	Mr. Sercey also liked to visit the local strip club and basement bar (gay) establishment.  If one method of gaining foothold in the “biz” didn’t work, certainly there was the ever faithful Backup Plan.
	“He can take more off if you’d like.”
	Producer Sercy stared at Rick with a mixture of disbelief (and desire.)
	Without a word, Scott unhitched his jeans and pushed them down.
	Mr. Sercy looked as if though he were about to faint dead away.  He let out a little moan, licked his lips, and had begun to sweat.  Again, he rubbed the heel of his hand to his crotch and stared at Scott as he stood in his tidy whiteys.
	Rick turned Scott around, his ass facing the Producer.  Slowly Rick slipped his hands inside his son’s underwear easing them down.  Producer Sercy looked on with willing anticipation—nodding his head in an approving manner.
	The producer was speechless as the whole of Scott’s ass was revealed.
	He conveyed “Oh, that’s nice.”
	Scott bend down some, Rick spread his son’s cheeks and Sercy leaned forward to get a better look.  Scott worked his underwear down then carefully stepped out of them—his stance spread and he was “vulnerable”.  On the sly he rubbed his head up against his Dad’s bulge.  Daddy Rick patted his son’s ass conveying “come get some.”
	The Producer at length smiled and stood up, took the few steps to the naked teen’s ass and admired it up closer; he then unzipped and fished out his cock.  It was hard, white, and seven inches if a millimeter.  He stroked it, the head was glistening pre-cum already and right up against Scott’s ass he went.

	Scott bent over as far as he could, angling his ass for his potential boss.  The Producer ran his cock up and down Scott’s ass crack, pausing a moment to poke the teen’s hole, then down to gouge the dangling testicles.  
	Scott grunted and Sercy moaned as penetration was at hand.
	“Oh, shit, that’s nice.” The Producer made slow methodic penetration, concentrating on the act as he made full insertion.  Scott rubbed his head more and more onto his Dad’s crotch and before Rick could stop him, he unzipped and fished out cock.  He engulfed and began to suck as he was reamed from behind.
	Rick was a little embarrassed, he didn’t want the Producer to know about their incestuous interlude—it was private and may give the Producer an “edge”; one that would not be so favorable for Scott.
	The it was obvious that Sercy could see the antics of Scott sucking his Dad’s cock.  He gripped the boy’s hips and began to pound with some reverence, sodomizing him as hard as he could.  Their balls slapped together and sweat dripped into pools.

	The day was late, father and son walked out and made not for the nearest bus station but for a fancy restaurant; the night was for celebrating as there was reason for celebrating, young Scott was gonna be a star!

*

The thing about secrets is—they’re secret!
Tangled webs
	The need for “supplies” put Cameron in Acquisition Mode.  The Big City hospitals were too complicated—he could have made entry but would have required more work than he was willing to put in; besides, he would have missed his “ride” back to Redneckville—his hosts, Rick and Scott had the bus route but Cameron was not sure of particular directions and didn’t want to get lost and late getting back to his children…
	So, mid way along and pausing at a stop, Cam got off the #7 to New Haven Lake (Redneckville).  The stop was at Centerville, home to some five thousand residents and warranting a sufficient medical center for their needs.  The City was some thirty miles away.
	In the day and age of EMADs there were massive detectors/preventors at all the entrance/exit doors to the facility.  There were double the guards, too.  Cam had no worries about EMADs, he didn’t use them.  But the guards could be a problem.

	Using his best Obi-Wan impersonation Cam focused on the two guards at the main entrance.
	‘you do not see me.’
	He concentrated and waited, repeated his statement, then calmly and nonchalantly made his way up the small steps to the entrance.  It wasn’t so much of a security issue as it was “appearance.”  Cam’s hair, beard, eyes, scrawny bod, unclean clothes, and general overall appearance would quickly bring undue attention.  
	The guards paid him no attention and into the facility he went.
	In the waiting room he took up a clipboard and began filling it out—kinda.  Mostly he checked the other doors, the placement of the nurse’s station, more guards, and who else was in the waiting room with him.  there was the television blaring—news of this and that; the annoying hum of the soda machine and the water fountain droaned in the background—along with the fifteen voices of the peoples sitting in the chairs.  
	Cam focused on the nurse who came into the waiting room calling patients.  Her appearance was brief, save for when she stood holding the door open until the “patient” came hither.  When she closed the door she was unseen until appearing at the nurses’ area behind the check-in window and at the door again.
	Cam cocked his head, popped his neck and waited.

	‘call for Cameron.’
	“Kane.  James Kane.” the nurse said.
	Cam flared his nostril, squinted, and tried again.
	“Leona Atchly.”
	And again.
	Monique Meandez.”
	And again.
	“Frank Gropa.”
	And again.
	“Cam Cameron.”
	Hazzah!

	Finding suitable clothing was of no consequence, but he needed to shave and do something with his hair if he was to make “rounds.”  That was easily fixed with a trip to the staff lounge; picking a staffer’s lock, acquiring proper toiletries and essential and then to the men’s restroom where a wash of hair and a shave of face was made good.

	Cameron’s hair, though, was long and shaggy and in desperate need of a “styling.”  Cam wasn’t going to go that far, he quickly washed his hair then tied it back to a pony tail.  He still retained a “spooky” appearance with his sunken eyes and hallow cheeks.  But the doctor’s jacket, slacks, and shoes helped—along with the freshly clean face and hair.
	(The doctor of whom made Cam appropriate would be later found stuffed into a janitor’s basket naked with no recollection of what the hell happened to him.)
	Deeper into the facility Cam went, going up a floor to where “surgeries” took place.  Surgical sutures and numbing sprays were what Cam was after, along with other suitable supplies he deemed necessary in his peculiar tidying up after a debacle of one sort or another.
	Along his way—
	In an exam room a young nurse lived up to the name “headnurse.”  She herself was NOT a headnurse, she was a little further down the run than that lofty position; but she was giving knee-service just the same to a middle aged doctor.  The doctor’s cock was buried completely into the young twenty-something year old nurse’s mouth, her breasts were exposed and they had been engaged in serious hanky of the panky.
	Further down in another exam room, another young nurse was bent over a doctor’s stool, her green hospital britches down, panties down; pumping steadfastly was a rather tall doctor; lanky, dark hair, dark skin.  He pumped hard and determinately; rubbing the nurse’s ass, spanking the nurse’s ass, and driving his massive black mamba DEEP into the young woman’s cunt.  
	(A time or two he would pull out and jam his condom wrapped cock into her asshole and fuck for several pumps there before slamming his snaked back into her cunt.)
	At the “East Wing” something of more interest was worthy of Cam’s attention.  A private exam room beheld something of keen interest.  A little mental conveyance to the two guards, a side door entry, thru an adjoining room that was vacant and unused and then…

	Kellie Vinelli had had it with her abusive father and finally had ratted him out; she claimed sexual abuse.  She was eleven.  She claimed that during “disciplinary” action that took place almost always in the bathroom, her father would pull her pants and underwear down and spank her bare bottom as hard as he could—then, when she couldn’t stand it any more he would rape & sodomize her.

	But it had been discovered that Kellie had a slight history of “fibbing.”  She also had been caught shoplifting, although she claimed to have been set up by some other girls.  There, too, was the ditching of classes, caught in the closet with a boy—although reportedly nothing had happened (they were just “kissing.”)
	Kellie Vinelli was good in English, History, Social Studies, and even biology.  However, she sucked royal roses at Math.  She most often pulled a “D” in math, sometimes managed a paltry “C”.  Her last test got returned to her with a big fat “F”.
	Not good.
	Her Dad nutted up (on her ass) and she, in turn, decided to “fix him.”
	In the dimly lit private exam room a doctor she wished was a woman squeaked on the exam stool; at her side was a woman nurse, at her feet that were in “stirrups” was another woman nurse.  No one else was present—well, save for the unseen Cam Cameron.
	The doctor licked his lips, he was a nominal fellow in his late 30s, green eyes, dark hair.  He had his doctor ‘gear’ and fiddled with a pen scribbling notes on a hospital file.  When done he nodded to the nurse beside him, “Alright, let’s begin.”
	The nurse pulled up the hospital gown Kellie was in, then helped push her legs together while the other nurse pulled the girl’s legs up.  Kellie wore powder blue panties—but not for long.
	Kellie fussed when her panties were being pulled off, the nurse holding her legs hushed her, cooed her—“you want to be examined, don’t you?”
	Kellie realized, too late, she had bitten off more than she could handle.  She closed her eyes, gripped the sides of the inclined exam bed and waited.
	Nurse Number Two slowly pulled the girl’s panties up.  Doctor Moxley smiled and focused on the girl’s exposed vagina and anus.  He nodded and received the girl’s panties with noted glee.  He sniffed the crotch, examined them inside then tucked them inside a jacket pocket.
	On with the examination…
	Dr. Moxley leaned in and took a whiff of the girl’s young snatch.  It was a thing of beauty; artful, prime, clean, and without its inner “protection.”  But Dr. M was an expert in vaginal exams, the girl was not “slut” and probably could not have had sexual intercourse more than twice.  His examination also determined that unless her Dad was a mutant freak with an abnormally SMALL dick, the girl was not being raped by him.  

	Mostly likely and more likely she was engaging in willing sex with her boyfriend of her own age.  It was more plausible to perceive such a notion and the good doctor made a note of it of his “findings” on the notepad report.
	His examination was not over, however.  His thumbs continued to press the flesh of the girl’s snatch, rubbing up and down the crevice; probing fingers expertly eased within opening the vaginal opening more; then, his tongue touched the girl’s lips.
	Kellie tensed up, eyes bulged, breathing stopped.
	Dr. M applied his tongue, licking up and down the crevice opening, nuzzling his nose against her mons and “hood.”  Kellie twisted uncomfortably but was in a “spot.”  The nurse beside her continued to coo to her, trying to soothe her.  “This is what you wanted.”
	That didn’t help, Kellie began to weep.
	Dr. Moxley engulfed all of the eleven year old’s pussy, his tongue delving into her sex sending euphoric explosions in both of them.  Moxley enjoyed his doings—young Kellie not so much.

	An orgasm was close at hand—for both of them.  Dr. Moxley at length ceased his cunny exam and re-positioned the girl whereas he could exam her anus.  That task was even more discomforting (and embarrassing) for Kellie.  She protested by saying, “I don’t want to do this anymore.”
	“Too bad,” replied the nurse beside her, “You started this shit now you’re in it.”
	Dr. Moxley was in it, too.  He lubed his latex gloved finger(s) and then began the probe.  Kellie’s eyes bulged and the intrusion was almost more than she could bare.  She wept, clenched her ass and began to struggle.  A feeble attempt there was to break free and get off of the exam bed; Nurse Gretchen Hews smacked her inside thigh and stared at her with a daring glare, “Do that again and I’ll have you restrained!” 
	Dr. Moxley paid no attention to the young girl’s distress but worked two fingers into the pre-teens anus, twisting his fingers about and working the anal rim to accept a third finger.  Then, again, his tongue went to work licking her reamed hole.
	Nurse Hews (standing at her side) began inching up Kellie’s already too short gown.  The girl protested, “Nooooo!” in a broken voice that told to all that she was breaking down.  The gown was pulled up and there was no bra.  Nurse Ellen McHaster smiled as she locked her eyes away from the Doctor’s doings to other doings and focused on Kellie’s eleven year old breasts.

	From out of her pocket, Nurse McHaster withdrew a small slender six inch dildo.  A small tube of anal lube was presented, too.  Dr. Mozley took the items and applied a generous glob to Kellie’s rim, then smeared more onto the slender white ridged dildo.  The insertion to her anus put the young Kellie into orbit.  
	More announcements of displeasure spilled from her mouth, she struggled to sit up and get out of the most uncomfortable position when to her inner thigh she was smacked HARD.  The sting stung the girl into submission.
	Moxley’s dildo worked her hole, going all the way, twisting this way and that—and vibrating.  As he worked the phallic in her hole his tongued worked her cunny into a euphoric state of being.  The lips of her cunny became increasingly “wet”; her stomach undulated and soon she was in fact cumming off.
	Before he “came off” himself, Dr. Moxley inserted a new dildo, this one was bigger and more lifelife.  Kellie freaked out.  Her legs were pulled back and held firmly by both nurses while the Doctor guided the full length of the “examining” probe into her anus.  Kellie’s pretty eyes of green fluttered oddly as she was tantalized in a manner she was unaccustomed to.
	“You’ve never had a cock in your ass, have you?” Nurse Hews asked.
	Kellie was in a slight state of dire panic.  She struggled to answer but mostly shook her head.  The nurse tweaked the hapless girl’s nipples, then fondled her mounds; down below on the other side of the sheet partition at her waist Nurse McHaster fingered out Kellie’s poon while the good doctor humped DEEP up into Kellie’s ass(hole.)  
	The doctor was cumming, too.
	He pumped hard, shoving himself in as deep and as powerfully as he possibly could.  Kellie thrashed about—and of course, each time she did she was smacked on the thighs, her nipples tweaked, and her reamed asshole reamed a little more.
	Great gobs of cum spilled out of her hole—this after the good doctor pulled his saucey cock out.  Steam billowed up from the hole; cum squirted onto the girl’s slightly virgin cunt—Nurse McHaster leaned down and began licking up the spillage, nipping Kellie’s major labias while working the doctor’s cock, too.
	Nurse Hews leaned down and put her mouth to Kellie’s.
	Doctor Moxley groaned his pleasure, squirting cum onto the side of his nurse’s face.  And despite his cock being freshly explunged from Kellie’s rectum, Nurse McHaster took it and sucked it.

*

	Moxley’s report reported that there was nothing to substantiate Patient Kellie’s claim of sexual penetration.  There were no evidence of tears or abrasions and the lack of a hymen could easily be explained as the girl probably had sex with any variety of self measures—fingers, cucumber, zucchini, the standard fare.
	While Hews had a firm lip lock on the young distraught girl, Moxley positioned himself by her, pulled down her panties and began working his finger into her sex.  McHaster had a lip lock of her own tonguing out the eleven year old’s pussy, finger fucking her hole with the life-like cock.
	There was strong desire, though, that the doctor wanted to fuck the young girl—but that evidence would be too hard to explain away so he settled for humping his nurse—his eyes closed he thought of screwing Kellie.  The unseen Cam cocked his head, pop the bones in his neck then narrowed his eyes then began to make the mental connection.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Doctor Moxley had his hands on Nurse Hews’ hips pumping greatly with his manhood buried to the hilt in her pussy.  Slowly, though, he stopped.  He pulled out and slapped his hardened schlong against the woman’s ass while she had finally unlipped and set her sights (lips) to Kellie’s smallish mounds.
	Kellie thrashed her head side to side, crying and wailing.
	McHaster worked the dildo in Kellie’s ass even more so.  Kellie was a nice looking girl, short kinky brown hair, green eyes, very round face.  She was an “average” kind of girl, sweet smile, small straight white teeth.  There wasn’t a lot of poon pie hair on her young cunny, McHaster took a scalpel and shaved it clean.
	Dr. Moxley was nude.  He went to his knees behind the titty sucking Angela Hews and put his face up into her ass, licking her pooter hole.  As he busied himself doing that, Nurse Tammy McHaster stopped her business to strip off her clothes.  Once nude, Cam laid her across Kellie’s body—Kellie was unaffected by Cam’s mental doings and she saw him.  In her confusion, though, she had no idea what was going on and thought he was merely a part of the ordeal.  And he was.
	Cam gave Nurse McHaster whatfor, fucking her cunt with a great deal of umph.  Her breasts were squashed against Kellie’s naked body preventing Kellie to move although she was not otherwise restrained.

	On the floor was Dr. Moxley, him laying out on the mixed clothes with Nurse Hews sitting on him, his cock up her ass.  She laid her back onto him and raised herself up and down.  Kellie watched them in awe and disbelief.
	When McHaster’s cunt was filled to capacity with liquid goo, Cam positioned the young nurse to sit on her co-worker’s face.  Once this was done the two women began munching the other’s twat while Doctor Moxley (on the very bottom) continued to try and fuck Hews’ asshole; his hands roamed all over the two women and they had a hellacious fuck-fest.
	Meanwhile, Cam stuffed himself into Kellie’s virgin cunt.
	He went slowly at first; the girl fully aware of the man and fully aware that she was being raped.  What confused her mostly, though, was—the simple fact that though not restrained and no longer pressed into position by the nurses, she couldn’t move.  The new “doctor” made partial penetration to her and made her pussy bleed.  His cock was overpowering and massively too big for her.  The pumping began and there was even more torment—cumulated by the insertion of an object into her asshole…

	Centerville General Hospital was a buzz with activity.  Cops of every form had descended on the usually peaceful facility, news media and other sorts were there, too.  On the third floor there was chaos; a nice young daughter was found spread eagle on an exam table with his testicle sac severed.  Said sac was found sewn inside the mouth of a nurse.  Said nurse also had her vagina freshly shaven clean and sewn up tight as well.  Another nurse was likewise with some stitching done unto her well fucked asshole where sperm from the doctor would be later found.  The doctor’s sperm also would be found in Patient Kellie’s vagina and asshole.
	The actual culprit had collected his supplies and made a nonchalant escape.