August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 36
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
Part III

A continuation of the same, but different
	Classroom #9, Horatio Verlo
	17 students; broken down to nine boys, eight girls.
	One girl approx. nine years young stood at the teacher’s desk.  She was still, non-moving, quiet, and pretty.  A single blond pony tail hung in a curl over her shoulder; dainty green earrings in her ears; dazzling green eyes; lily white skin.
	She wore jeans—but those were down at her knees.
	Mr. Verlo had his hand on the girl’s arse; caressing the girl’s butt and she made not narry a move against it.  Horatio leaned back in his chair exposing the fact that he was “exposed.”  His manhood was not very large, but it was hard.  He stroked the adequate cock, taking one of the girl’s hands and having her stroke him, squeeze him, and love him.
	The bastard was using an EMAD—of course!
	And it was a watch base unit at that.
	Watch base?
	The Invader in Kevin stared—and stared—and then stared some more until his Host began bugging him.
	‘Hey, I-I think something’s wrong.’
	For a moment the Invader didn’t pay his Host any attention.
	‘HEY—are you there?  I said I think something is wrong.’
	‘what?  what is wrong?’
	‘I don’t think anyone can see me.’  Not too mention the fact that they were INSIDE Mr. Verlo’s classroom.  How exactly they had managed to just simply waltz thru the closed door was unknown to them—but Kevin noted that none of the students saw him—neither did Mr. Verlo.
	Hmmmmm   curioser and curioser.

	‘walk up to the desk.’
	‘Are you crazy, he’ll see me for sure!’
	‘maybe not.’
	Kevin held fast where he was—he looked at his hands, felt of his face, and stared to the kids sitting at their desks—motionless.
	‘He’s using one of those mind things, huh?’
	‘that’d be my guess.’
	‘What if he sees me and uses it on me?’
	‘don’t think so, kid,’ there was a pause, ‘me thinks yer just as invisible to sight as I am!’
	‘WHAT!?’ Kevin was horrified.  Quite often he had wanted to be invisible—to be able to spy on people without their knowledge of his presence.  He had wanted the ability to be UNSEEN so as to watch girls in the bathroom, on the toilet.  He wanted to see girls in the gym taking their showers.  Typical—normal stuff if you were invisible.
	Slowly Kevin made the crossing from the door to the desk.
	Mr. Verlo had Cynthia Harvton’s panties to her knees and his hand was all over her ass.  The cutesy blond did nothing, said nothing, stared blankly across the desk while her dainty ten year old hands worked the man’s rigid cock.
	Soon Mr. Verlo Teacher of the Month AND Teacher of the Year award winner had Cynthia across his lap seriously caressing her bare ass, finger fucking her pert virginal asshole.  He was in his glory.  Kevin was hard and on goading from his Invader, pulled out his cock and slipped it up to Cindy’s mouth.  Mr. Verlo was too absorbed in his fondling of her ass to notice her “sucking” action.
	‘This is pretty fucked up right here.’ Kevin noted aloud in his mind.
	‘but you like it, right?’
	‘Right.’
	Mr. Verlo smacked Cindy’s bared ass—a sort of test to see how deeply entranced he had her.  The Invader stared at the “watch” the Teacher of the Year wore, it was not dissimilar to the one HE wore himself—but it was smaller and less noticeable.
	Another smack jolted Kevin and his Invader.  Kevin was close to melt down—getting his weenie sucked by the cute girl enthralled him.   He humped her mouth until he began to cum, shooting wads into her sweet mouth and down her throat.

*

	Searching for Winnie was a bitch, so many students, a mock fire drill, a minor explosion in the science lab, a real fire drill, all equaled mass confusion, bad timing, good effort, and throngs of students and teachers going every which way.
	Finally, though, Kevin found his love, they embraced and almost kissed.  Almost.  Winnie still regarded Kevin as “just a friend.”  A close friend, but on that scale of “I like you but not like-like you”; not enough to let you fuck me willy-nilly.
	Kevin’s Invader needed to revamp his efforts in Winnie, to have her more submissive and “put out.”  But for the moment Kevin was happy to see her.  And Winnie, too, seemed happy.  There were possible some lingering notions in Winnie’s mind but they needed to be bolstered so as she would follow thru—give him a BJ every day, a hand job, rim job, ball washing.  To kiss, spread her legs, her cheeks, and let him titty fuck her.  Spanking, peeing, and doggie-style.  All those things Kevin was keen on and wanted, Winnie not so much.  
	They walked home, hand-in-hand and there was narry a word from the Invader-Voice.
	‘Is everything ok?’ Kevin asked.
	There was no response.  Kevin wasn’t sure if the Invader had left or was asleep or what.  He asked again and then let it be.  It was fucked up, though, only with the Invader was he going to get nookie from Winnie.  He wondered about his family, would they still be “fixed” in pleasing him sexually?  It’d be the pits for sure if their minds, too, had unraveled.
	At Winnie’s house they paused, she seldom invited Kevin in—not that she was embarrassed by the interior but more that inviting him in would be like making him a step closer to inviting him IN!
	There was a warm hug, a slight pause as if there may be more to come with the hug—but there wasn’t.  She smiled, backed up and began making her way to her home—swishing her dainty lovely ass all the way.  Kevin moaned, groaned and was in a bad way of in need way of jerking off.  In his mind he wanted to see his juices dripping onto Winnie’s ass—her bare ass.
	‘hey, what the hell?’
	‘Huh?’
	‘letting her go?’
	‘Where you been?’
	‘I-I dunno--’

	‘She’s getting away, can you stop her?’
	There was a pause, Kevin felt strange—he couldn’t describe but it was a strange feeling all over him.  There were “noises” he couldn’t make out screaming in his head—then he saw his Winnie stop as she had her dainty hand on the doorknob.
	‘Whew!’ Kevin sighed.

	In the kitchen was Winnie’s Mom, Beverly.  She was a “hottie”, too; dark hair—like her daughter’s; bright green eyes, sweet complexion, medium sized hooters, tight ass.  She was well proportioned in all the right places making her cock pleasing to the eyes.
	But first there was Winnie.
	After a “howdy” to the busy Mom, grabbing a soda the two scampered up the kitchen stairs to the second floor of the modes home.  It didn’t seem to bother or worry the Mom in anyway that a “boy” was going to her daughter’s room.  But then, the “boy” she knew and knew his family.  Any hanky panky and there would be hell to pay.
	Winnie did leave the door to her room open, that was a house rule.
	Fuck rules.
	Kevin closed the door—as per mind set from his Invader.  Winnie stood at her bed still—motionless.
	‘let’s begin.  You ready?’
	Kevin nodded that he was.  Stepping up behind Winnie Kevin fondled her ass firstly, then reached around her to fondle her titties.  He was well pleased, ‘this is gonna be nice’ he said to himself with a big smile.

	After much ado about fondling, it was time for the undressing.
	Kevin stood back and watched as Winnie peeled off her light green top then unhooked her bra.  The girl was nice, her long flowing dark hair was sexy, luxurious, and gave him a reason to live.
	Then she was undoing her jeans and sliding them down.  As she bent over—Kevin felt seepage in his underwear.  That ass was nice, damn nice.  Lime green panties she wore and they snugged her body up nicely.  Kevin was beginning to have troubles breathing and concentrating.
	Down came the lime green undies and Winnie Cooper was nude.
	Kevin was “nude” in mere seconds thereafter.

	Up against the girl he went again, fondling her ass and titties that were now bare to him.  It was wondrous, the sensation was incredible and he delighted in his doings.  To each breast he spent some precious time consuming minutes on, squeezing the mounds, tweaking the nipples as he rested his head on her bare back; his cock surging as it was nestled up against her bare ass.
	‘you want to suck Kevin’s cock.’
	‘you want to suck Kevin’s balls.’
	‘you want to lick Kevin’s asshole.’
	‘Aw, dude, that’s sick!’
	It had begun.  The Invader had the power, the minding power.  It would take “awhile” to rewire the lovely naked girl and render her Kevin’s personal fuck toy.  She would respond to Kevin’s delights in any manner that he wished, when he wished it, and where.  She would service him and please him to his will and that was alright with Kevin.
	On Winnie’s bed they came to be, Winnie laying on her back, legs open, cunny moist (from Kevin’s several minutes of licking it into a furor.)  The girl was lost in a sea of tranquil erotica; she anticipated the lovemaking from her lover and would do anything to please him.  anything.
	Kevin sank his prick into Winnie’s sex and tried to take his time.
	‘Ooooooh, that’s good!’
	‘damn straight.’ said the Voice inside his head.
	Kevin pumped slowly in the beginning, trying to hold off blowing his load too soon.  He suckled on Winnie’s titties, nipping the nipples and grinding his dick in her cunt with near clumsy actions.  But that was ok, it still felt good and the progress increased to where Natural Instinct took over and Kevin fucked.

	Winnie Cooper shuddered and twitched, in her coal dark eyes there was lightning flashing.  The corners of her lips twitched, her nipples were perked up, her entire body coated in a sheen layer that was sex sweat.  On top of her lay her lover, spent.  His cock was still in her sex, still squirting love juices.  Winnie herself was enjoying issuing her own love juices, her pussy clenching and squeezing Kevin’s prong.
	They kissed and “got into it” with a passion.  Rolling onto their sides they humped some more, hands roaming all about their sweaty bods inciting an ignition of love that would segue them into another round of fucking.  This time, Winnie would be on top.

	Rug burns.
	On her hands and knees Kevin admired his naked beauty, he didn’t think he’d ever tire of it.  Her ass was nice; with her legs spread open he checked out the girl’s poop chute and imagined his sister Karen underneath munching Winnie’s twat!
	‘I’d pay a dollar to see that!’ chortled the Voice inside his head.
	Kevin said nothing but fondled his cock and continued to admire Winnie’s bare ass.
	There, too, was her cunt—still dripping its juices.
	Kevin took it all in, with flashes of his teacher, his sister, Mom, and then every other girl he knew.  His dick surged and up against Winnie he went, guiding himself into her asshole.  A hole was a hole and it felt good no matter what (or where.)
	Winnie grunted and made other noises; her asshole clenched up tight making Kevin’s cock feel even better than it had and was.  It wasn’t a particularly LONG dong and when pumping he occasionally pulled out too much and had to restuff the hole.  But that was ok, too, he didn’t mind and kept up his work until blasting off some minutes later.
	With his hands on the girl’s bare hips, his dick in her ass, they both naked, in her room, it was grand—grand.  He knew that it was going to be a daily thing, a ritual.  He was going to fuck himself to death before he was sixteen!  He had his family to do in the mornings; his Mom, sister, AND brother!  Then after school—or heck, even during school, he would tag Winnie whenever he wanted—having her do to him whatever he wanted.
	Then a teacher or two, another student or two, whatever.
	Then when he walked Winnie home, he do her in her room and then…
	Then there were footsteps out in the hall.

	‘we got troubles, rabbit.’
	‘What? Wha-huh?’
	Kevin pulled out of Winnie’s cornhole, shooting a massive wad of spunk matter all over the girl’s sweaty cheeks.  He stumbled backwards in a fright of panic staring at the door trembling in fear.
	‘Winnie, stand up.’
	Kevin watched as Winnie stood up.
	The girl then moved to her vanity desk, off to its side by the window where anyone coming into the room would have to come INto the room to see her.
	That took care of Winnie, now the naked sweaty panicky Kevin.
	There was a polite knock on the door,

	“Winnie, dear, are you in there?”
	Who the hell else would it be?
	‘answer her.’
	“Yes, Mom.”
	“Did Kevin go home?”
	‘Dude, cant you do something?  Zap her or something?’
	‘not thru a wooden door, genis!’
	The doorknob turned and the door it was attached to opened.  Beverly Cooper stepped in giving the room a quick looksee—seeing where Kevin Arnold was hiding.
	Kevin Arnold was hiding in the walk-in closet.
	Beverly stared at her standing still naked daughter, then cast eyes to the cast off clothes on the floor—her daughter’s AND Kevin Arnold’s.  Her rage was beginning to explode when—
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Kevin heard the command issued and sighed relief.
	His relief was short-lived, however, as Beverly Cooper didn’t respond as quickly as desired.
	“What?” she asked to no one in particular but that her daughter might have said something.
	‘ut-oh.’ said the Invader.
	‘Ut-oh?  What ‘ut-oh’?’
	‘Houston, we have a problem.’
	“Winnie!” almost shrieked Beverly.  “Why are you naked?  Where is Kevin?”
	Kevin trembled.  This was what he always feared—being busted.  Getting caught having sex with a girl, any girl, was bad enough—but to be busted NAKED in her closet with his “evidence” plastered on her person (IN her person) was ten times that.
	There would be no explaining “it was the Voice(s) in my head” although that could actually have merit.  But it would sure fuck up his life!
	‘rest easy, be calm with yourself.’ 
	Kevin heard the Voice issuing commands, trying a new tactic.
	There was calm seen in the woman, she continued to lean and stare at her naked daughter but was no longer raging.  
	More commands were issued but Kevin didn’t understand them, they sounded odd—strange, weird.  They weren’t words but images.
	‘What’s going on?’ he asked.
	‘shhh, shut up, don’t interrupt.’

	So Kevin remained quiet staring out thru the slats of the closet door seeing only Winnie’s Mom.  His stomach growled, his dick hurt—and needed a serious cleaning.  Fucking an asshole had its joys, but also was disgusting.
	He waited.  And waited.  And waited.  And then waited some more.  Occasionally there were “words” streaming thru the mind-stream directed to Winnie’s Mom, but mostly it was a stream of what was unknown to Kevin.
	At length, half an hour later,
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Kevin sat up and stared thru the slats and smiled.  Winnie’s Mom was taking off her clothes!
	Hot damn!

	Once she was naked, Beverly stood and was ready for Phase II.
	‘you like Kevin Arnold.’
	“I like Kevin Arnold.”
	‘you like to see Kevin Arnold naked.’
	“I like to see Kevin Arnold naked.”
	‘you like your daughter.’
	“I like my daughter.”
	‘you like to see your daughter naked.’
	“I like to see my daughter naked.”
	‘you like Kevin Arnold.’
	“I like Kevin Arnold.”
	And repeat.  It was a long process taking as much as 45 minutes.
	But in the end—after Kevin had made a quick trip to the bathroom to clean off his dirty dong, Beverly laid out on the bed and “willingly” took the naked Kevin Arnold that she liked onto her nude body.  She helped guide the boy’s dick into her womaness and they fucked.  	
	After fucking it was backdoor treatment, spanking, and then into the hall bathroom for a shower whereupon Kevin enjoyed peeing on his two new bitches, fucking them in the shower and squirting his love juices down their throats.
	While drying off he tagged them both in the ass while they were in the doggie-style position.  He spanked them, too.  He got off on spanking and couldn’t decided to whom he was more thrilled sexually with by the spanking.  He decided that they were both equally pleasing and it would be a relationship like no other.

*
The Tenants are revolting
Genuine Headline clips from complaint letters to residential management: 
1. It's the dogs mess that I find hard to swallow. 
2. My bush is really overgrown round the front and my back passage has fungus growing in it.  (I don’t want to see that)
3. He's got this huge tool that vibrates the whole house and I just can't take it anymore. 
4. I want some repairs done to my cooker as it has backfired and burnt my knob off. 
5. I wish to complain that my father hurt his ankle very badly when he put his foot in the hole in his back passage.  (I’d like to see that!)
6. .... and their 18-year-old son is continually banging his balls against my fence.  (I’d like to see that, too!)
7. I wish to report that tiles are missing from the outside toilet roof.  I think it was the bad wind the other night that blew them off. 
8. My lavatory seat is cracked, where do I stand? 
9. I am writing on behalf of my sink, which is coming away from the wall. 
10. Will you please send someone to mend the garden path.  My wife tripped and fell on it yesterday, and she is now pregnant.  (Huh?)
11. I request permission to remove my drawers in the kitchen, 50% of the walls are damp, 50% have crumbling plaster, and 50% are plain filthy. 
12. I am still having problems with smoke in my new drawers. 
13. The toilet is blocked and we cannot bath the children until it is cleared. 
14. Will you please send a man to look at my water.  It is a funny colour and not fit to drink. 
15. Our lavatory seat is broken in half and is now in three pieces. 
16. I want to complain about the farm across the road; every morning at 6am his cock wakes me up and its getting too much for me. 
17. The man next door has a large erection in the back garden which is unsightly and dangerous. 
18. Our kitchen floor is damp.  We have two children and would like a third, so please send someone round to do something about it.  (I’ll be right there!)
19. I am a single woman living in a downstairs flat, and would you please do something about the noise made by the man on top of me every night. 
20. Please send a man with the right tool to finish the job and satisfy my wife. 
21. I have had the Clerk of works down on the floor six times, but I still have no satisfaction.  

Rituals
	7AM  blowjob from Wayne  
	7:10   fuck Wayne’s ass	
	7:12   wash dick; blowjob from Karen
	7:15   fuck Karen on bathroom floor
	7:22   join Karen in shower; fuck her ass
	7:30   fuck Mom on kitchen table
	7:35   eat breakfast—everyone naked
	7:45   Wayne fucks Mom
	7:50   Wayne double teams Karen with Kevin
	8AM  go the fuck to school!

	8:20   take Winnie to janitor’s room
	8:22   blowjob from Winnie
	8:25   fuck Winnie’s ass
	8:35   take Lance Simpton to janitor’s room…
	8:45   blowjob from Lance; cock not cleaned off from Winnie ass
	8:55   in class

	9:56   squeeze Jennifer Medly’s ass outside of class
	10:05  in class
	10:20  rub up against Nellie Gospher; reach under skirt, down her
                panties and finger-finger-finger; secure behind class closet, 
                open Nellie’s blouse and free her titties—suck ‘em.    
	10:30  squirt off into Nellie’s mouth
	10:45  Bonnie Huston notices Kevin with boner
	10:57  take Bonnie Huston to janitor’s room…
	11:12  late for class

	11:58  LUNCH
	12:18  take Winnie to janitor’s room
	1:10    late for class—but happy

	1:55   race to bathroom before shitting pants
	2:10   in class (late)
	2:30   nail Katy Whinthrop on library floor; doggie style
	2:55   school over; walk Winnie home…

	3:15  Winnie naked on her bed
	3:17  Winnie fucked on her bed
	3:22  Kevin all but spent; takers shower (alone)
	3:45  nails Winnie’s Mom on her bed
	3:58  passes out from exhaustion
	4:20  goes home

	4:45  fucks Wayne’s ass; Wayne jacks off onto brother’s balls; Wayne 
              sucks his own cum off of his own brother’s balls; Wayne sucks 
              brother’s cock (before it was washed!)  Kevin pees on Wayne, 
              spanks his ass red; gets a rim job from Wayne

	5:05  fucks the Mom
	5:15  fucks sister Karen
	5:20  exhausted again; passes out

	6PM  dinner
	6:30   fucks sister Karen’s ass (in backyard)
	6:45   watches brother Wayne and sister Karen fuck with Karen on 
               top; Kevin sits on brother’s face with his balls in brother’s 
               mouth—Karen sucks his dick

	7:05  do homework
	7:30  chat with Winnie
	7:45  take shower (alone)

	8PM  blowjob from Wayne
	8:12   sodomize Wayne with a large diameter candle
	8:20   sodomize Karen with large diameter candle
	8:30   sodomize Mom with a large diameter candle
	8:35   fuck Mom (with candle still in her ass)
	8:45   fuck Karen (with candle in her ass)
	9PM  take it in the ass himself from candle
	9:15   take it in the ass from Wayne

	10PM  go to bed!

	7AM  start a new day!

Different perspective
	Untethered unnatural unfettered desires brought Kevin directed by his Invader back to the classroom of Horatio Verlo.  The man was once more deep into his naughty task, and it was clear to both Kevin and the Voice inside his head that the man had complete control over his students.
	‘you hear that?’
	‘Hear what?’
	The Voice in his head didn’t reply but was silent.
	‘Wh-what’s going on?’
	‘I hear something.’
	‘What?’
	‘a noise.’
	Concentration was not at a premium, it was being disrupted by the object the man wore on his wrist.  The mind altering device though low-key in some respects, was putting out electronical waves that disrupted the Voice’s thinking.
	‘What do you want me to do?’
	The Voice didn’t know.  He closed his “eyes” and fell quiet for some time.  Kevin remained absolutely still—he was rendered “invisible” and tucked into a corner of the classroom.  If the concentration of his Host Invader failed—then he would be visible and that would be bad.  Very bad.
	Meanwhile, Mr. Verlo had Belinda Perkell on his desk, she wore a short gray pleated skirt with small dainty flowers all over it—butterflies, too.  The girl was laid out and Verlo slid her orange panties down to her ankles.  Rising from his chair he leaned over the girl, reaching under her skirt and cupping her ass.  His other hand rested on her chest, squeezing her small budding breasts.
	None of the other students made any indication that they were “aware.”  Belinda wasn’t aware, either.  She lay still.  She was blond, blue eyes, and quite lovely for her young age.  But then most girls her age were cute—damn cute.
	Kevin stared, moaned, and had deep desires.
	Verlo pulled his cock out, pulled Belinda’s panties off her ankles and opened her legs.  Holding the girl’s legs he pulled her (crotch) to him.  Verlo’s manhood stiff and pulsing brushed its mushroom head against the innocent child’s sex.  
	There was penetration, slight.  The mushroom head of the man’s dick went gouging up and down the ten year old’s entrance with after each Up and Down motion there was a strong urge of “penetration.”

	On and on it went until the man’s dick head had disappeared.
	Belinda made some facial expressions expressing that she was “aware” that something was amiss.  But she was still under the mind control of the wrist-worn Device.  His hands went up under the girl’s blouse, his cock went into her sex a little more, his desires intensified and soon he was pumping.
	Kevin was enthralled—greatly.  He moaned, groaned, and yearned to be a part of the deal on the desk—but held fast where he was and continued to wait.
	Verlo continued to hump, working in a little bit more of his pud that soon led him to that level where his pumping increased in tempo.  Belinda’s little body rocked; she continued to make more faces and even light whimpers.  It was quite an event and Verlo slipped himself into her sex a little more.
	Before too long, though, and Mr. V was cumming.  Some squirted into the girl’s cunt while the rest the teacher of the year pulled his prick out and emptied its load onto the student’s quim.  Into the mess the man rubbed his cock, smearing the spunk all about and squirting off a little more.
	Using a handy-dandy rag he cleaned the girl of his spilled cum, then pulled her to him and kissed her.  A deep in the mouth kiss, squeezing her bare ass all the while.
	After putting Belinda’s panties back on and reseating her to her desk, Mr. V, with his dick hanging out, wandered up and down the aisles of his class; selecting Jennifer Madden to handle his johnson; wrapping her dainty fingers about his pud Verlo had her masturbate him.  When he was hard he face fucked her, poked his way into her mouth and had quite a time.
	Linda Travers received a face fucking, too.  With Linda, though, Mr. V pulled the girl up from her desk, undone her jeans and tugged them down.  The girl wore nice yellow panties and had a lovely bald poon.  
	The teacher of the year was enthralled; he hugged her, patted and squeezed her butt, ran his finger up and down her slit and if time had been more permitting, he would have taken her to his desk and done her like he had done Belinda.
	But time was short and so he settled for fondling.
	Eric Chandler got more than fondling, though; Mr. Horatio Verlo was an equal opportunity molester!  After much fondling and fingering of Linda, the Teacher of the Month/Year made way to young nine year old Eric who sat two desks behind.  The boy was pulled up from his desk and pantsed—that is to say his pants and underwear were taken to his ankles.

	Like Linda, the boy had no hair on his sex, Mr. V fondled the boy, working his little dinkus into something more.  To the boy’s ass there was heavy petting, fondling, and squeezing of the cheeks—even an anal finger!  But the most attention was to the boy’s cock and balls.  
	Horatio went down on the boy, sucking into his mouth the little hard cock and hairless nads.  Eric stared blankly ahead mindless.  Kevin slowly and very carefully gouged the heel of his hand to his cock; in the front row was Jessica Shaver.  She was ten and lived just across the street from him.  She was cute, damn cute.  He saw her in her swimsuit sometimes running amok about her house; he saw her when she was in the front yard doing summersaults, handstands, and frolicking while dressed in inappropriate wear for doing such activities (i.e. skirts, dresses).
	She sat in the front row desk in a beige skirt, a short beige skirt with her legs open revealing to Kevin her nice tight form fitting white panties.  The desire was there—strongly.  He wanted to fuck her, just like doing his sister, brother, Winnie, her mother, and all the other bitches he had boned.  It mattered not one iota that Jessica was merely ten—not one iota.
	Though time was precious, basically a few minutes before the End of Class bell rang out, Mr. V had Eric on his hands and knees.  He had sucked his fill of the boy’s cock and balls, stood up and face fucked the boy until he squirted some of his precious life giving goo onto the boy’s handsome face.  Then it was too much to let go by and the youngster was “positioned.”
	With some spittle applied to the boy’s rim, some cum, Mr. V committed the ultimate sin and made anal penetration.  Nothing came verbally from the boy but there was a mighty groan of pleasure from Horatio.  “AW-YEAH!”  he reared back, arched his back and plunged the head of his manhood and a couple of inches into the boy’s turd pipe.
	Verlo pumped and made more entry into the boy casually throwing his head back to check the clock on the wall.  (apparently, the wrist-worn EMAD did NOT tell time.)
	The lack of sufficient time pissed Verlo off and he pumped ridiculously until he came off into the boy’s ass.  The final thrusts made sodomizing of the boy incredible as the lubrication therein provided adequate charge for full anal busting.
	Eric felt the stabbing pain and made audible comments unintelligible though they be.  Verlo didn’t care, he was getting his nut and that was all there was to it.  
	There was One Minute to End of Class bell, Verlo power fucked Eric, finally shooting a massive wad of spunk into the boy—there was not time to enjoy or relax.  He was coated in sweat and was all about spent of energy.

	Quickly he wiped the boy’s smoldering sphincter and pulled his clothes up, his asshole was still gooey and somewhat bloody but there was no time to deal with it.  He threw the boy into his seat and hastened quickly back to his own desk.  His cock was on fire and he barely got it returned to where it belonged when the bell rang out.
	The students in their chairs all jolted.
	Kevin felt something strange inside him that jarred him, too.
	Whether or not Mr. Verlo had done something with his wrist-worn EMAD was not clear but there was steady unbridled commotion in the class as the students regained themselves and the school day was over.   
	As the students filed out, Kevin mingled with them.  Although he was thirteen, he was the same size as the ten year olds and no one seemed to notice.
	What was noticed, though, was by the time Kevin made the transition hallway—he was alone.  Er, more to the point that his Invader was no longer with him.  He stood for awhile and waited.  And waited.  And then waited some more.
	Meanwhile…
	Verlo was still in business.  Young Eric Chandler was at the teacher’s desk, pants and underwear down.  Mr. V’s dick was out and Eric was sucking it all the while Verlo fondled the boy’s own dick.
	After a few minutes the boy was stripped nude.  Sitting in his teacher’s chair Verlo brought the naked nine year old onto his lap and once more invaded his asshole.  A small amount of special cock & anal grease lubricated the man’s schlong as well as applied liberally to the boy’s anus.  Eric made faces as he was reamed but otherwise was still greatly under the control of Mind Control.
	Just an inch or so remained of Verlo’s cock from penetrating fully into Eric’s pooper.  The man held the boy’s ass and gently power pumped up into him.  And there was kissing, too, Frenching.  It seemed to help intensify the lust Horatio had for his young student.
	Finally, all the length of Verlo’s cock was up into the boy’s rectum.
	Tears were streaming from Eric’s face; he made faces expressing his displeasure.  Verlo locked his mouth about the boy’s mouth and drove his tongue wickedly inside.  He held the boy tightly with his manhood DEEP into the boy’s anal tract, pumping and pumping and pumping.

	When the orgasm began there was no stopping.
	Verlo broke the kiss and humped tenaciously until he was blasting off with much vigor and vim.  Eric began to become more and more “aware” as the pain overrode the mind lock.  But it was too late and Verlo was in the “I don’t care” mode.
	Eric whined and became more vocal in his distress.  His confusion, though, limited his ability to be more aware of his situation and be cognizant of it.  There was still some mind tapping working on the boy’s mind but it seemed as if the boy was more of himself than not.
	Horatio Verlo still didn’t care, he jammed himself into the boy’s fucked fuck hole and fucked him into the wall.  The boy squirmed, twisted, and was totally aware but powerless to do squat about it.  
	Finally there was a massive final thrust bout with several DEEP full anal penetration pumps.  Eric screamed as his asshole was well reamed and completely full to the fullest max.  Sweaty Horatio Verlo rammed his manhood entirely into the boy’s hole, gripping the student’s hips and straining himself as his cock unloaded mass quantities of delicious cum.
	After Verlo pulled out the boy fell away, curling up into a fetal position.  Verlo himself fell away, handling his aching fuck stick and reeling in his vile deed.
	Another End of Class bell sounded, though class sessions for the school were officially over, there was another for the PE (physical ed students in the gyms or ball fields.)  
	The janitors would be making their rounds soon…
	Verlo gathered himself and stood at the sink located at the back of the classroom that was used for class project cleanups.  He washed his dick; then his face and then pulled up his distraught; stood him up straight and peed on.  A golden shower; the stream splashed onto the boy’s chest but was specifically aimed at showering the boy’s cock and balls.
	Holding back the full flood the boy was turned around and told to “bend over.”  Eric complied and spread his quaking cheeks as per command, too.  The boy shook and trembled and jolted slightly when the splash of urine anointed his fresh fucked still smoldering asshole.
	Thereafter the student was washed; then he was duct taped bound hand and foot, hand and foot.  A piece of tape was applied to his mouth and then his hands and feet were taped together in a similarly hog-tie position.
	Thereafter he was stuffed into a ditty bag, Verlo stripped off his own clothes putting on a jogging outfit.  The ditty bag containing the student slung over his back and out the door they went.  Eric Chandler was never seen again…
*

I aint got nobody…
	Like fog rolling there was naught to do but “roll along”.  There seemed to be no “body”, no form, nothing to touch or feel or even be a part of.  It was like lifeless, or lifelessness.   It was a little more than weird.  
	Awareness—it was elusive as everything else.
	Who-what-where-when-and how; adjectives that bore no meaning.  
	Awareness—it did not exist.
	Perhaps it was like being dead.
	That had more merit but was no less appealing.
	There were no thoughts, tangible or otherwise.  Nothing to hold on to, nothing to remember.  Was there existence; what WAS existence?  There seemed to be something—some sort of awareness that was elusive at best.  
	There was naught to do but to “roll on” like the fog.

*

	Not far from the maddening crowd that was PS 18 was a country church.  A small facility with multiple parking lots on three sides; a disused space directly behind the church that butted against an open field; quaint sporting the quintessential Americana type “country” church.  It was here that a lone vehicle was parked.  Inside were two occupants, a man and a young girl.
	They were related, father/daughter.  The “father” had his dick out; it was hard and he was squeezing it, loving it, and seemed to be in some agony.  
	The girl sat ogling the thing, smiling and giggling.
	The father was in his late 40s, clean shaven and managed (groomed.)  A little graying at the temples with small streaks of gray throughout his thick coarse jet black hair.  He seemed to be a stern kind of man; strict, professional, no-nonsense.  No expensive shoes or clothes, but a nice watch—and a wedding ring.  His truck was a nominal not over the top vehicle, it wasn’t cluttered and seemed well maintained.
	The girl wore a dark green skirt with a lime green print top.  She had long blond hair and was as cute as could be!  She continued to eye her Daddy’s dong and when her Daddy said,
	“Come on, baby.” she gleefully leaned down…

	Daddy Paul Konner caressed his daughter’s backside as she placed her lips about his cock.  His head shot back as he cock shot into her mouth.
	“Oh yeah, baby, that’s a good girl!” his right hand roamed about her backside all the more, working down to her butt.
	Katilin engulfed the member, sucking most of it into her mouth.  Her dainty ten year old fingers gripping his staff, cupping his balls, and pleasuring him beyond measure.
	Simple blue panties she wore, they were worked down as Paul had his hand inside them, squeezing her cheeks, fingering her hole, and working his hand down to push the undies down exposing her ass.  Once done he gave a quick looksee about the area around him then laid down in the seat, positioning his young daughter on top of him, pulling off her panties and pushing down his own pants and underwear.
	They were 69ing.
	It was one of their favorite positions.
	Paul drove his wicked tongue up into Katilin’s quim; licking and nipping the lips.  Katilin squealed, giggled, and wriggled on his face.  With his hands clamped tightly onto her dainty ass he enjoyed himself as he had many times before.  His manhood thrusted deeper into his child’s mouth; the girl sucked and sucked and sucked—made slurping sounds and strove to get the “goo” out.
	“It’s coming, baby,” Paul breathed into her bald pussy, “Daddy’s cumming; you’re a good girl; suck me, baby, make me cum!”
	Katilin sucked, squeezed her fingers about the base and raked her teeth against the shaft.  Her tongue danced a jig about his super sensitive crown ridge and soon there were juts of his love cream filling her mouth.
	Paul jammed his tongue and his dick into his daughter’s body.  Into her pussy he breathed “OH YEAH!” as the power thrusts into her mouth were dynamic to say the least.
	Thrust after thrust, squirt after squirt, he came and came and came.
	Kaitlin herself managed to give of herself, showering her Daddy’s face with her own essence.  Paul licked up every bit, still nipped her cunt lips; spread her cheeks and dwelled a time into her unfucked asshole.
	His cock began to taper off; Kaitlin pulled away, smacked her lips and had indeed swallowed all of her Daddy’s goo.  She continued to smile and ogle her Daddy’s dong as it softened.
	“That was good, Daddy.” the little girl said.
	Paul could only continue to breath hard and keep himself awake.
	“Daddy, I think I gotta go pee.”

	Checking the area the Daddy felt it was secure enough and eased open his door—after pulling up his pants and underwear.  Little Kaitlin had straightened herself up; her hair was a mess, though, and her panties were left on the floorboard.  
	With security still a concern they slipped into the back of the pickup and lay down—out of sight.  There, Paul pushed his pants and underwear back down and then off his ankles.  Kaitlin crawled to position herself on top of him, settling on his manhood.  She rose up a little, bit her bottom lip and the release of her bladder began.
	Paul clutched at her ass apparently reeling in being peed on.
	Kaitlin giggled, blushed and gave her all as she pissed on her Daddy’s manhood.  She lay on him, they began to kiss; Paul began to hump and get hard; Kaitlin straddled her Daddy a little more, working his dick into her sex.  Paul rubbed his daughter’s bare ass all the more, squeezing the cheeks as he buried both tongue and dick into her young body.
	Kaitlin farted.

*

	The state of having existence; the essence of being, the perception of 

	Without a “body” there was no touching.
	Without a “body” there was no walking involved to move from place to place.  Nothing to smell, either.  But there was “seeing” and hearing.  The “thinking” element of being seemed to be elusive, too.  The “Who” “What” “Where” of existing was just as elusive as ever.  Was there a Past?  Would there be a Future?  It seemed that there was only to be the Current mode of existence—such as it was.
	From the church the Entity sailed along haphazard-like; there was no particular place to go; no particular place that seemed like was needed to go—there was only to wander, the listless wander for no apparent good reason.
	And at length the Entity came to pause at a modern home constructed in the non-traditional manner; its architecture was beyond mainstream construct with boxy lines, jutting decks, square columns.  It would fit in a futuristic motif had it a differing color than basic “stucco”; some “round” designs similar to a classic flying saucer design.

	A sunken driveway; a towering stucco fence surrounding; trees and shrubs galore with security cams here and there, and one over there.  As to its exact entrance was not clear; mail and other deliveries had a designated spot outside by the common sidewalk.  
	A Range Rover was parked in the drive, a nice one, too.
	It was worthy of a pause but the wandering Entity felt nothing and decided to go on.  Just then, of course, something caught the Entity’s attention.  A lone figure was in the heavy brush.

	A great deal of patience the lone figure had, making small moves of no more than a foot or two or three at a time until reaching the outer wall surrounding the outer courtyard.  The Entity was not impeded by thorns or stickers from the various trees and shrubs and glided effortlessly to where the lone figure found the one spot along the stucco wall that was not in the red-eye eye sight of the security camera.  Up and over the wall he went in one fluid-like motion.
	The Entity was impressed and though could not “go thru walls” found the metal bars that was the “gate-door” did not confound his essence and passing thru was made easy.  By then the lone figure was out of sight.
	Commotion inside the house brought the Entity in the know that the lone figure was already INSIDE!

	On the floor of the home was a man; a nice expensive sweater, nice slacks, expensive shoes.  He was in his mid forties, well groomed and manicured.  The living room in chaos after what apparently there was a brief struggle of which the owner/designer of the home lost.
	Expensive imported furniture there was scattered about the sunken living room; complete with paintings, fireplace, mini bar, entertainment system with drop-down plasma screen.
	A girl’s scream alerted the Entity and gliding up the short stairs to the level of the house, then down a hallway to a connecting corridor.  A marvelous indoor waterfall there was, complete with pond and aquatic plants and Japanese fishes.  There was no time to relax, though; it was through the dinning room, breakfast nook, up some stairs and down a hall to where the screams of a teenage girl was loudest.
	It was a bedroom, thrown onto the bed was a teenage girl who tried with all her might to defy the home invader, a man in his early 20s; long unkempt black hair; a near pale ghost-like skin tone; small chain adornments attached to not only his ears but his nostril bridge and that space between the eyes.

	He said very little but conveyed a great deal—he was in charge.  More than once he slapped the girl’s face and wrestled with her attaching her wrists to the iron bed.  The bed was a full sized width bed with iron “posts”; the girl wore clothing suggesting a grunge/gothic lifestyle.  Lipstick and adornments also put her in that socially unacceptable sub-culture but not to the extreme.
	“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” yelled-demanded the girl.  But she wasn’t in charge and was slapped HARD for her rant demand.  With both wrists finally secured to the iron posts she was fucked.  The fight was just about out of her, constraining her wrists were adjustable leather straps and they were cinched up tight securing her wrists.  
	“Amanda” wore a loose fitting teeshirt that was stained with various colors in some sort of odd style all her own.  A short black leather jacket with assorted “chains” with loose fitting jeans also adorned with jeans, patches, and colorful stains also covered the girl—
	for a while.
	Amanda lashed out with her feet, kicking the invader.  She seethed and let fly a flurry of furious words—she had reached the level of where her words jumbled together and made no since.  She began to spit her words; her anger kept her defiance high.
	The Invader, Tully, seemed not angered by the girl’s defiance but enthralled.  He smiled and leered at the girl; he was spooky.  His coal dark eyes, pale skin, fucked hair, pin in his tongue, an adornment to the side of lip, and basic facial expression suggested that the man was a whacko.
	When Amanda’s legs were finally stretched out and secured to their posts, the seventeen year old knew it was hopeless.  She knew other atrocities were to come, too.  
	And she would be right!  

	Tully cocked his head side to side, leered and lusted to the helpless girl, licking his lips lasciviously he conveyed to her that she was going to be in for the time of her life.  Well, at least one of them was.  Tully pulled off his rumbled well used grungy leather jacket revealing a slightly muscular body under a tight dirty teeshirt.  Nextly came off his three inch wide studded belt.
	Raising up he continued to grin evily; the girl thrashed about as much as she could, cussing and defying him, shaking her head and spitting at him.  This action did not upset her tormentor but only increased his desire.  Quickly he shot his hand back and gave a hard squeeze to her pussy.
	The girl freaked and went into a rage.

	The belt in the Invader’s other hand smacked inner thigh bringing her eyes practically out of head.  The sharp sting was so much that she was unable to respond or spit.
	Tully straddled her tighter pressing his hands onto her breasts, wriggling his body and beginning to grind against her.  Slowly he began to inch down.  Amanda began to freak again, cussing and saying repeatedly “DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”
	Tully moved down to where he was between her open legs and “touching” her; his hands squeezing the meat of her cunt trying to drive his thumbs into her sex.  Amanda began to cry; her rage had lost its power.  Tully undone her pants, unzipped, and pulled the flaps back.
	“LEAVE HER ALONE!” shouted a young voice and suddenly Tully was assaulted by a small boy, Amanda’s 9yr old brother, Scott.  The boy came charging with an autographed baseball bat; he gave a mighty swing at the intruder…
	but the intruder grabbed the bat in mid swing and bashed it back into the boy’s handsome face bloodying his nose and putting a nice lump on his forehead.  Scott stumbled backwards and fell to the floor.
	Tully eased off the bed in a curious slow manner and stood over the boy, smiling, leering.  Scott was a little delirious and lay stunned on the floor.  Tully reached down grabbing the boy up by his shirt then plastered him against the wall.  The boy was still dazed, batted his eyes and stared at the intruder.
	Tully smiled at the boy and in a quick fluid motion flung the boy to the bed on top of his sister’s legs.  The boy’s arms were pinned behind him with great force.  The heavy duty duct tape used in securing Amanda’s wrists and ankles was used in securing the boy.  
	The invader seemed to have a peculiar manner in which he used the tape, a style that was similar to lashing of logs in fashioning a raft.  The tape was tight and very binding.  Young Scott began to get his wits back and fight back—it did him no good and he was tossed off of the bed.  He went crashing onto the floor and it hurt.
	Attention was returned to Amanda.

	A knife was produced; a very sharp and dangerous knife, a switchblade that easily sliced thru Amanda’s jeans.  Tully was good, expert-like as during the slicing he never touched the girl’s delicate skin.  

	When the jeans were shredded and cast off, Tully paused in his doings to stare at the girl in her basic white panties with pink flowers all over them.  Again, he squashed her pussy with his invading fingers.  Amanda freaked and wriggled in distress, whimpering and begging.	
	Tully cared not for her begging and drove his thumb into her sex.  
	Scott’s head popped up to the side of the bed; eyes bulging, nose bloodied, very angered and very shocked.  “Leave her alone you son-of-a-bitch!”
	This outburst got the youngster a smack to the head by the back of the man’s hand.  Scott went sailing backwards colliding with a small tiki/bamboo import nightstand-table.  Tully paid the boy no attention and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, revealing a nice cunt.
	Amanda twisted in distress, warranting another smack to her thigh.  She began to weep, screw up her pretty face and clench.  The man continued to smile and gawk at the girl’s sex.  With a simple flick of his wrist his knife cut the panties off of her; the garment was collected, sniffed, and then tossed to the crumbled heap that was her brother.
	The blade gingerly went into Amanda’s slit, then laid flat against her poon and began shaving some of the hairs.  Amanda clenched all the tighter.  Tully worked the blade until shaving expertly a nice swath on each side of her entrance.  He leaned down laying his full weight onto the girl breathing into her ear,
	“Be nice, bitch, and I want shave your brother’s balls!”

	Eyes of Amanda and Scott bulged wide as the home invader stood at the foot of the bed sliding down his pants.  He wore no underwear so his manhood was out (and hard) and ready.  Off came his shirt and he was naked.  Young Scott though in some pain and discomfort sat in quiet awe having never seen a nude man before.  
	Tully stood masturbating casually peering at the hapless girl, smiling, leering, and lusting.  Slowly he came back onto the bed, Amanda shook her head whimpering “no, no, please.”
	Tully paid no attention and positioned himself onto the girl, laying his manhood directly onto her cunt.  The knife returned to slice away her teeshirt and bra.  Amanda whimpered more and wept.
	“who’s been in you.” Tully whispered.
	“FUCK YOU!” screamed the girl thrashing her head.
	Tully smiled, raised up some and brought his blade to rest on her right breast’s nipple.

	“I’ll nip it off…”
	Amanda’s neck muscles tightened as she struggled to resist.  The blade encircled the partially erect (hard) nipple, applying gentle but persuasive pressure.
	“Ok, you fucking bastard,” yelled in angered whimper Amanda, “James!”
	“James your boyfriend?” inquired Tully.
	“Kiss my ass!” yapped the girl.  
	Tully smiled, “Don’t worry, I will.”
	Amanda broke down again and was unable to communicate.
	“James Caveface,” blurted Scott, “her dorky boyfriend.”
	Tully turned his head and smiled to Scott, “Thank you.” 
	“Anyone else?” he asked of the boy.
	Scott gulped and made a slight head nod indicating that it was so.
	“Who?”
	Scott lowered his eyes, sighed, “A-a couple of other guys.”
	Tully was amused.  “Who?” he asked again.
	“Joel Banks, Henry Bawks.”
	Tully once more was appreciative, cocked his head and admired the boy.  Leaning off the bed he leaned close to the boy, “You watch?”
	Scott backed up, pressing his shoulders to the wall.  He nodded his head indicating No but his eyes conveyed “Yes.”
	“Your sister gets it on with them right here?”
	The boy was in a spot, his eyes told everything.
	Tully moved off Amanda and off the bed to squat nakedly before the bewildered boy.
	“Tell you what, you tell me about your sister,” Tully grinned tousling the lad’s hair, “and I wont hurt her.  Deal?”
	Scott being naïve nodded—but he was still embarrassed.  So they went to the boy’s room where nifty info on Amanda was procured via a small spy camera/video gadget.  The angle was from a top down view—like the air vent directly above Amanda’s bed.  The boy’s room was cluttered with high-tech junk, and from his vent that was side wall mounted he had access to the whole house.  
	The video/camera was hooked up to the 13-inch television on the boy’s desk to reveal the lovely naked Amanda giving head to James, Joel, and Henry—one at a time and not all at the same time.
	The boys, one at a time at differing times, sucked Amanda’s cunt, her titties, and then fucked her.  Occasionally, usually with Joel, she rode him.  There was 69ing with Henry and then…

	With Joel the two teens, clothed by the way, utilized a bong to get high.  A green glass ceramic bong both teen took hits off and got stupid high.  At times, too, Amanda would lay out naked while Joel snorted cocaine from her titties and pussy.
	Amanda, too, snorted junk from off of Joel’s cock.
	With Henry she took it up the ass.
	With James it was usually straight passionate straight fucking.
	There, too, were times where Amanda was alone and naked, finger banging herself all unaware of being “watched.”  She fucked herself with candles, bananas, and a long neck bong tube.
	“Excellent.” Tully said.  He brought the boy back to his sister’s room.  The girl had worn the skin off of her wrists but there was no concern of her getting out of the tape—it was heavy duty and bound her to the iron posts well.  She had only caused irritation to herself only—as well as exhausted herself.
	Tully returned to the girl’s body, sliding into her sex his cock.
	Scott was no longer too upset as it was conveyed to him that Tully was merely to fuck Amanda and then go.  Talk about naïve!

	Up close and personal was even better (than watching from the air vent above his sister’s bed and then later in private in his room.  From right behind the “action” he saw Tully’s cock sliding in and out of Amanda’s cunt.
	“Whoa!” he breathed.  From his vantage point above in the air vent he could only see basic sex acts in progress and never absolute penetration.  Behind the two he saw Tully’s cock sliding effortlessly into Amanda’s cunt; he heard the sounds of “sex” and saw juices flowing.  It was amazing and got the boy as hard as ever.
	Tully began power fucking, straining his dick, cinching up his balls and squirting off wad after wad.  Young Scott sat with his eyes bulging and mouth agape.  Tully pulled out and squirted a massive wad of sticky substance all over Amanda’s pussy.  He gave a mighty moan of satisfaction then stuffed himself back in.
	A few more pumpings and he was done.
	done fucking her pussy anyways…

*

	“You fucking bastard!” bitched Amanda.
	Tully paid no mind to her outburst but fully emptied his love tool into her sex, then grinded it against her continuing to pleasure himself.  He then went down and began suckling on her breasts—suckling one and kneading the other.
	Then, whispering into her ear,
	“You have make naughty with your brother?”
	Amanda lost her ability to breathe.  The thought was even too horrid to even think of.  She stared up to her ceiling in disgust and began to become revolted.
	Tully’s hands went roaming all over the girl’s body, inching himself down to where he sat poised between her legs.  For a long while he stared at her cooze coated in his cum.  Amanda raised her head to stare at him, she seethed her anger, tightened her neck muscles, then wrestled with herself in a feeble attempt at breaking the duct tape binding her.
	Tully turned and grabbed a holt of Scott, pulling him up onto the bed, sitting him on his knees.  The boy looked upon his unfortunate sister and was perplexed with both the sibling chivalry aspect as well as awed by her nudity.
	Whispering into the boy’s ear,
	“You’ve ever wanted to fuck her?  Like those boys on your camera did?”
	Young Scott gulped and looked almost as pale as Tully.
	In his eyes was conveyed both fright and mystic.  There was an inert curiosity—the boy did not necessarily want to fuck her but wanted to fuck anybody.  He was curious about “fucking” as a whole.
	Tully smiled, patted the boy’s ass, and with his blade (again) began ripping the boy’s clothes off rendering him nude.

	With his arms behind him, wrists bound, legs behind him, ankles bound, young ten year old Scott sat on his knees at his sister’s head.  His little tally partially erect, his nads bare of hair.  Tully sat straddling the girl’s body, his dick hard dripping cum resting between the girl’s tits.
	“Suck him.”
	Amanda’s chest heaved, her eyes bulged and there was mixed emotions ranging from fright, horror, and pissed offedness like never before.
	“Oh you sick fuck!” she yelled.
	Young Scott was confused but aware of what “suck him” referred to.

	Tully chortled, “Suck him, or he loses them.” 
	Amanda’s eyes were directed to gawk at her naked brother’s private boy parts—and just nestled under Scott’s hairless nads was the Invader’s knife.  “One fell swoop,” grinned-giggled Tully, “and they’re off!” he smiled and Amanda knew that the man was serious.
	Wavering her lips, closing her eyes Amanda opened her mouth and leaned towards her confounded brother.
	“Suck him well and he wont sing soprano tomorrow.”
	Amanda whimpered, cried, and was broken.  She was greatly pissed (inside, too) but took her ten year old brother’s dick into her mouth and sucked him (well.)
	Keeping her eyes closed tight the girl sucked her brother.  Tully caressed the boy’s ass, removed the blade from his ball sac and smiled.  
	Scott was too mystified to be worrisome about the possibility of losing his nuggets.  It was his first blow job and it felt great!  He even began to pump and get into it.
	“Whoa!” he breathed.
	“Nice, huh?” Tully asked.
	The boy nodded.  His hurtie-owies, worries, bloodied nose, all faded.  He was scared, but getting a blow job beat out all things.  Amanda was good.

	From cocksucking to ball washing, Amanda pleased her brother immensely.  Only slightly did the boy know that such doings was illicit.  At the moment, he didn’t care.  It felt too good and he continued to reel in his receiving.
	Amanda, though, was not enthralled joyously by the deed she performed but was sickened.  She sucked Scott’s nuggets while he himself humped her face and squirted a little; jutting pre-cum onto her face and hair.
	The binding tape to Scott’s ankles was cut loose and the boy was repositioned—sitting directly onto his sister’s face and then laid down her body.  Tully caressed the boy’s ass, parted the cheeks and closely examined his “hole.”
	Amanda thought she was disgusted with having to suck his penis and balls, but having a bird’s eye look at his poop chute was beyond comprehension.  “Oh my God!” she blurted.  She twisted and tried frivolously repeatedly to wriggle out of her restraints.

	“Give it a lick, sis, huh?” snickered Tully.
	There was no way, that was just too gross.
	“You sure?” grinned devilishly the Intruder.
	Amanda nodded, but was curiously in wonderment, what the fuck was he going to do?
	Tully smiled, sat up and rubbed the boy’s ass; then, producing his belt he let it fly to Scott’s bare ass.
	The boy jolted and let out a horrific scream.
	Followed by another scream as his tormentor let fly another belting.
	The third scream was broken as young Scott had reached the apex of his ability to scream.  Amanda was screaming, too.  Like her brother, though, her words were messed up in a lingo unknown to common language.
	Tully held Scott down by straddling the boy’s shoulders/back, pressing him down onto his sister; his young face down onto his sister’s cum coated cunt.  Leaning down Tully eyed the girl, 
	“What say ye now?” he spoke in a sort of feeble attempt at pirate speak.
	The girl whimpered, wept, and was uncontrollable of her actions for several minutes.  Tully waited, he was patient.  While Amanda gathered herself, Tully caressed the boy’s blistered ass, prying the cheeks open and ogling the boy’s virgin pooper.
	When signs indicated that Amanda was calm, Tully eyed her and waited.  Amanda screwed up her face and thought it couldn’t possibly get any worse.
	And she would be wrong.
	Way wrong.
	Her tongue flicked out to her brother’s corn chute; luckily he was a good wiper and hadn’t passed a turd in a good while.  Still, though, licking butt hole was disgusting.  Amanda licked Scott’s pooper, she didn’t like it but licked and licked and licked.
	Scott was a little grossed out by the deed—it creeped him out.  But on the other hand, his dick got harder than ever and he began to hump—all on his own.  
	No more than two minutes and Amanda had had enough.  Tully let it go although he had not told her to stop.  His own cock, like Scott’s was as hard as ever and he grinded it against the girl’s quim.  After Amanda had stopped licking, Scott was disgusted and greatly revolted—he had to lick Tully’s cock.

	The boy retched and gagged some as Tully’s cum squirter pressed against his lips forcing its way into his mouth.  Scott tried to rebuke the Invader’s invader, but Tully was in control and into his mouth went cock.
	Amanda was not aware of what was happening.
	Scott was unable to take all of Tully’s “invader”; he began to gag and choke and retch making all the signs of upchucking.  Tully apparently wanted not to be thrown up on and pulled out to merely hump the boy’s sweet face.
	This was followed by switching the boy around and positioning him, his boyhood, onto his sister’s girlhood.  The boy was still grossed out by what he had in his mouth and was for a time oblivious to what was being tasked of him.  Amanda was fully aware and just as sickened by the deed as she had been with having suck his dick, balls, and asshole.
	At length the deed of incest was complete with young Scott deeply engrossed in the groove of his sister.  Amanda—not so much.  The girl thrashed about, wailed, and cussed.  When Amanda’s rants became too much then the belt was brought back into play, lashing Scott’s bare ass as he fucked.
	
*

The nightmare continues
	“We oughten let this go to waste.”
	Amanda didn’t know what he meant but he left the room for a bit allowing Amanda to get her wits about her, pushing back the fact that she had been raped and then fucked by her own brother.  
	“We’ve got to get out of here.” Amanda told her brother in haste.
	Scott, with a boner still raging, agreed.  Furiously he tried to undo the duct tape to his sister’s hands, but with his hands taped behind him that act of freedom was feeble and clumsy at best—most the time his bare blistered ass was in his sister’s face; the other times his dick was in her face.
	The duct tape was too well bound.
	“Find the knife!” Amanda said noting that the bastard intruder was naked and had no place to put the knife on his person.  (well, almost no place.)
	Scott found the knife but though it was deadly skin slicing sharp it was near no match for the extra thick durable duct tape.  Not too mention that Amanda’s hand kept flinging all over and Scott didn’t want to cut her.
	The girl was in a panic, freaking out, and panicking.
	“Hurry!” she kept saying repeatedly.

	“Shut the fuck up!” bitched her brother back.
	Scott worked the knife blade into the tape slicing only so-so, given time he would have managed.  Given time.  
	“Well, well, well, what do we have going on here?” the crazed insane naked madman had returned.  He looked like death warmed over, Amanda tried hard to pull his image to burn into her memory (so she could give absolute detail to authorities later.)  His stringy hair that was coal black was curled in places, down to his shoulders and lower.  Gothic earrings in his ears and nose, odd colored eyes although they were black they were odd.  And that pale ghost-like skin was the most distressing; his Gothic clothing style, grunge look, and he smelled strangely of persimmons.
	Marching to the bed he merely tossed young Scott off of the bed.  Fetching the fallen knife from the floor Tully found Amanda’s secret stash—under her bed.  Bongs.  Bongs and a shoe box containing other illicit drug paraphernalia along with a baggie of marijuana and two rolled Mary Jane ciggys.
	“Tsk-tsk-tsk,” said Tully wavering a finger to the distressed Amanda, “drug use is the Devil’s folly.” He admired the bong, though, smiled and conveyed to Amanda that he was even more dangerous when on drugs than not.
	The stash he put back onto the floor then went to her feet, undoing them with a finesse her brother lacked in using the knife against the tough threads of the tape.
	With her feet free the girl was rolled over…
	Amanda clenched up as she somewhat knew what was going to happen nextly.  She spat and cussed for the man to leave her alone, don’t touch, and “go fuck yourself.”  Tully paid no attention to any of her statements and assailed unto her dainty flesh his belt.
	Repeatedly.
	The fire to her dainty seventeen year old was incredible and she begged for him to stop.  Tully continued administering his punishment until such a time as her skin began to bleed.  Only then did he let drop the belt and stuff up into her anus his mighty hard schlong.
	Amanda thrashed about more as the man’s hard invader thrusted deep into her tight hole.  He gave no attempt at slowing down or being gentle but rammed his rod with great might.
	Crumbled on the floor young Scott moaned and was of no help.
	The minutes Amanda endured being voraciously sodomized were long.  She went beyond the ability to cry out in her suffering, her words were choked and finally she crossed over that realm of simply enduring.

	At length, though, thankfully, she passed out.  How long she was “out” was not known.  Her asshole smoldered, it hurt beyond the meaning of “hurt” and with her hands still bound she was unable to console herself.  Her cunny itched and she reeked of body odor.  Her young teen mind was a blur with mixed images—none of them good.
	She did manage to violently retch and vomit.
	With the passing of hurling out of the way she felt a little better, but her pussy and asshole were on fire.  Looking around she saw only her room in disarray—but that was how it usually was.  
	“Scotty?” she called out for her brother.
	There was no answer.
	Her mind in a mess-mash of horrid scenes plagued her—making no sense whatsoever.  The image of a nude man filled her mind although most of his description seemed blurred.  Violently she retched again, hurling and entering into that realm whereupon she was unable to stop herself.  Twice she backchucked having phlegm choke her breathing and scaring her deeply.
	“SCOTTY!” she cried out when she had regained herself, “Where the fuck are you!?”
	Scotty wasn’t in his sister’s room, nor was the Intruder.  Amanda lay still for a moment, wrestling uselessly against her bindings, cussed and felt the sudden need to pee.  Her asshole was in great pain and she felt it was “leaking”, too.  Her stomach curled and she was unable to stop her bladder from emptying.  Then once it started there was no stopping it.  Hot gushers of her urine spewed out of her cunt and onto her legs.
	When that was over she had a hell of a time clenching her asshole, pissing herself was one thing—shitting was something else all together.  She was way too old to have shit stains on her person.
	Shit stains.
	She had licked her brother’s asshole.  It had been clean but she had licked it nonetheless.  And his balls.  His balls and cock.  The retching in her stomach began again; placing her head to her bed she retched and vomited more.

	In another part of the house Tully rummaged thru an office.  He seemed bent on Search & Destroy.  Mostly his search was of CDs, compact discs, DVDs, computer diskettes.  His search was adamant but fruitless.
	“Where is it!?” he yelled shoving items off of the two desks in the office.  All the books that had been on the shelves had been upset and thrown to the floor.  The desk itself was toppled and searched underneath, all the drawers taken out with contents spilled.

	The filing cabinets, more bookshelves, another desk, everything searched thru (hurriedly) to no avail.  “FUCK!” he yelled and stormed out of the office.  Across the way, down a short set of stairs to a den-library Tully flew in a rage destroying the whole of the library for close to an hour.
	End result?
	Nada.
	Highly pissed he returned to the sunken living room where the Mr. of the house lay with a serious head wound.  Tully kicked him,
	“Hey, fuck face,” a kick and then a serious kick to the chest, “wake the fuck up!”
	The man, Walter, lay moaning, sputtering, twitching.
	“Where’s the disk?” Tully said squatting down before the bewildered man.
	Walter’s eyes were glazed over, blood coated the left side of his face and he was contorting oddly.
	“Walter.  Walter, hey, Walter, where’s the disk?”
	Walter seemed to struggle to answer but couldn’t.
	“The money, Walter, where’s the disk and the money?”
	Walter shook his head, but it wasn’t clear if it was in refusal or he simply didn’t understand.
	“Mr. Brown has sent me, Walter, he wants the disk, and his four mill.”
	Walter opened his mouth, gasping for air.  Blood filled his mouth, too; he reached out to grab the naked Invader—Tully scooted back, cocked his head and eyed the dying man.
	“Walter, Walter—we need to talk,” and Tully did that ‘you-to-me, me-to-you’ hand gesture, “show me where the money is, Walter, and the disk.  Where is the disk?”
	Walter struggled but was highly dazed if not confused.
	“Walter-Walter-Walter,” sighed Tully, “guess I’ll just have to go back to your daughter; she says she doesn’t know but I think a few times in her pussy and she might remember!” he smiled, stood, and backed up.
	Walter’s eyes bulged and he seethed spitting blood, “you son-of-a-bitch, you fucking stay away from my daughter!”
	“Walter, I’m surprised at you,” Tully chortled, “you know me, why I wouldn’t hurt a cat,” smiling devilishly again he leaned down whispering hoarsely into Walter’s ear, “but if you don’t get me that damaging disk and the four million dollars--”
	Walter suddenly reached out grabbing Tully by the arm trying with all his might to wrench it off.  Tully easily wriggled out of Walter’s feeble grasp and smacked the mob accountant upside his already damaged head.
	“Don’t hurt my daughter.” Gurgled Walter.  “Please.” Although the nudity of the Invader didn’t seem to register with the wealthy accountant.
	Tully offered a hand and helped Walter up.  The man stumbled and was dizzy, bleeding internally, and very muchly dazed.
	“The disk, Walter, Mr. Brown wants the disk, he says you’ve become risky and has decided your services are no longer required.”
	Walter shot Tully a look.  “I know everything!” he snorted.  “It’s all up here!” he said tapping his head, “I know every off shore account there is!”
	Tully smiled, he didn’t care, he was just doing what he was asked to do.  “The disk, Walter, where’s the disk?”
	Walter stumbled, fell, crawled, stood up and braced against the wall but with Tully’s help went up to where his office was and pressed a secret button on the wall, opening a smaller unknown room.  Another desk, filing cabinets, expensive paintings, statues, fish tank, glorious look out to the ocean, a private deck, and a secret compartment in the wall.
	Walter fumbled with the encrypted access keypad, smearing blood all over it—a digital voice asked for an eye scan.  The first try was unsuccessful, Walter asked for water and then promptly fell to floor.  Tully got some water from the private bathroom and helped Walter to stand, wash his face and try again opening the private safe.
	Inside were some CDs, DVDs, and piles of wrapped money.
	When Walter turned handing the money and disks over, he also had a gun.  A 9mm Glock, it didn’t fire but Walter was pulling the trigger madly.  Tully firstly cowardly-like ducked.  In doing so he knocked Tully over.  The two men tumbled to the floor with Tully scrambling for life, then assessing the situation before it got out of hand.
	Got out of hand?
	Well, anyways, he didn’t find the gun but secured the various disks and monies.  Tully lay on his back, dying.  Tully scooped up the booty and searched again for the gun, then for something to hold the bounty.  Ripping open a pillow he removed the insides and deposited his treasure.  
	“Rest well, Walter.” Tully smiled, farted, then made way back to visit Amanda.

	Her bed was soiled, her vomit mess was everywhere grossing her out.  She had peed herself and was unable to stop the flow of loose turds.  Again, fruitlessly she wretched at the bindings to her wrists, rubbing the skin virtually raw to the point that they were bleeding.
	“Scotty!” she called out again.  

	There was no sign of him and she was in no way going to accept that he met an ending fate.  Fuck that.  She believed he was ok, or just unconscious perhaps.
	“SCOTTY!” she called again.
	With no response she knew it was up to her to get out of the horrid situation she was in.  Again she wrestled with her restrains until there was a sharp piercing SNAP!  She had broken her right wrist.
	There was sharp significant pain involved but it was miniscule in comparison to what she saw on the camera.  Scotty’s hi-tech camera was sitting on her desk, the large viewing screen revealed herself laying out naked on her bed, fingering herself.
	“What the fuck?”
	From the viewing angle it was from “above.”  Amanda stared and stared, then looked up to the ceiling and saw the air vent.  Then she knew.
	“That little shit!” she bitched.  She knew her little shit head of a brother had been spying on her, watching her as she fingered/masturbated.
	The scene on the camera flickered revealing a new scene, one with one of her boyfriends and they were naked, she was sucking his dick!  Another scene revealed her taking it in the ass from a boyfriend, another scene showed her on top of a boy.  Another scene showed her and a girlfriend, naked, smoking pot and diddling each other.
	Amanda bowed her head and felt sick again.
	“Well, well, well,” snickered Tully walking back in, “what we gots going on here?”
	“Get the fuck away from me you freaking fuck bastard!”
	“Aw, now you done went and hurt my feelings!” Tully smiled and slung his booty into a chair, then marched to Amanda where he found she had shit and pissed herself, along with that vomiting upchucking.
	“My-my,” Tully said, “me thinks you in need of a bath.”
	“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” screamed Amanda.
	“DON’T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK TO DO!” yelled Tully and he let fly a furious flurry of pelting hits to Amanda’s backside.
	“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” screamed out suddenly young Scotty.  Tully stopped his wailing on Amanda to turn and see standing naked at the door young Scotty, with the missing 9mm Glock in his ten year old hands.
	“Well, well,” sighed Tully brushing back his long straggly hair, “what the fuck is this, huh?” he snickered and eyed the boy, eyed the gun even more.
	“I’m going to blow your fucking brains out!” snorted the boy angrily.

	“Are you?” sneered Tully.  Tully got on his knees and marched up close to the boy and his wavering gun.
	“Do it!” Tully said tapping a finger to the center of his chest.
	Young Scott trembled, shook, and peed.  He wasn’t aware of peeing, Tully was.  He reached out and fondled the boy’s cock, his balls, then began to squeeze ‘em until the boy’s eyes widened and he WAS aware.
	Scott squeezed the trigger.
	And Scott squeezed the trigger.
	And Scott squeezed the trigger.
	Tully cocked his head, leaned in closer; taking his fingers from the boy’s balls he flicked the little safety switch from “OFF” to “ON.”
	“Safety first.” smiled the wicked Tully.
	Scott still trembled, he had finished peeing—shooting his whiz al over Tully’s legs and naughty bits.
	Scott shook, eyes blaring wide to the invader.
	“Cant do it, huh?” Tully sneered.  In a quick fluid motion he snatched the weapon out of the boy’s hand shoving the barrel into his own mouth.  He then began to stroke himself, then stroke the baffled boy.  Tully took the barrel out of his mouth and conveyed that he was going to shove it into Scott’s mouth.
	Scott was not into that shit.  He backed up.  Tully grabbed him and then had to wrestle with the boy as pure fright overcame the lad and he panicked.
	“Get the fuck away from me!” the boy screamed.
	Tully pawed at the boy, wrestling him onto his stomach.  The 9mm Glock he pressed to the boy’s ass, inching it down into the youngster’s crack, aiming for plunging into the boy’s rectum.
	“MANDY!” screamed the boy, “MANDY!  HELP ME!”
	Tully rammed the barrel of the Glock into the boy’s rectum, fucking him with and seemingly delighting in dispensing agony.  He seemed to find great joy in his doing and began to laugh.
	“Leave him alone you fuckwad!” Amanda said in a low stern voice.
	Tully turned to see the naked Amanda standing askew of him, broken wrist, reeking of soilage, seething in rage.
	“Why Amanda, you don’t look well.”
	Amanda then brought up a baseball bat, one of those metal/aluminum ones.  Even one handed she was able to land a significant blow upside the invader’s head.  Tully was dazed and then some and fell twitching to the floor.  Amanda let rip another, then brought the bat end onto the man’s head with a mighty downward vertical blow.

*

	When Invader Tully lay still but still breathing Amanda nearly collapsed but somehow managed to grab herself together and go to her brother who had crawled a corner, trembling and shaking uncontrollably.
	“Come on, it’s alright now, he wont bother us.”
	Scott just shook and trembled in response.
	“Come, on Scotty, we gotta find Daddy.”
	
	The kids found their Daddy in his private office very muchly fucked up.  Amanda rushed to her stricken Daddy with Scotty right beside her.
	“Geeze-Louise, Mandy,” griped the young boy holding his nose and grimacing.
	Amanda realized that she hadn’t cleaned up and made for her Daddy’s private bathroom—where she also promptly threw up.  Scotty tended to his very ailing father; the man tried to communicate but was unable.  In the adjoining bathroom Amanda hurled, retched, gagged, choked, and puked.
	Scotty finally understood that he needed to get help, like authorities and medical people.  He flew from the room to the other room where a phone was.  Amanda emerged, still naked but cleaner and knelt beside her father.
	“Daddy?” she cried holding him, his face right to her naked breasts.  	Not a bad way to go…
	“Well, isn’t this touching!?”
	Tully!

	Amanda stood searching the room for something to use.
	Tully stumbled in with blood coating the side of his face and being a little more than dazed.  Amanda sighted an item that would be suitable, an ornate Chinese box that sat on a desk—it had sharp edges.  She lunged for it as it had been toppled to the floor.  Tully charged her but his charge was a little lackluster.  He did manage to tackle the girl and wrestle her from her aim.  The two tumbled to the floor and a fight there was.
	Amanda did well of herself for the first few moments of the attack but Tully, though damaged, was still superior and got his hands about her throat.  Amanda went into panic mode and cared not for anything else but to breathe.

	The next sound was sudden with no warning.
	BLAM!
	It was loud, it was direct, and the safety was “off.”
	Tully jerked, twitched, released his grip of death to Amanda’s throat and fell up against the wall.  Cocking his head he turned to see the naked Scotty holding the 9mm Glock.  The boy’s eyes were serious, his hands steady.  He pulled the trigger again.

Epilogue
	Tully Struthers II lay slumped upside the wall, a nice round hole in his forehead, the back of his head blown out, his eyes wide but not in fear but more or less in shock and awe.  A curious, and disturbing, smile was etched onto his face.
	Amanda and Scotty dragged their dying Daddy out of the room to the outer room; Amanda called the authorities; the kids dressed and waited.  The Entity saw no more need for his observing presence so it took its leave…