August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 38
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
Part V

*

Me and My Shadow
	‘oooooh, yes.’ then, ‘yes, yes, yes.’  
	‘You’re such a perv.’
	Inside she knew he was smiling.
	Slowly Allison slid down the newest Subject’s underwear; revealed was a nice young virgin bald poon.
	‘nice, very nice.’
	Allison said nothing and was reserved.
	The newest Subject child was pretty, all of about eight, honey brown hair with hair clips on the sides.  She wore a party dress and was either on her way to a party or back from one.  But due to the time of the day, four-ish, she was on her way.  She had a backpack bookbag and inside was wrapped present.
	With her panties off, her legs were opened and for as many as two minutes or so, Dom/Allison ogled the delightful poon revealed.  
	‘take a taste.’
	Allison made a quick-casual look around for security sake and then complied.  They were inside an ivy wall that completely covered a brick wall along an alley, two blocks up from where the shenanigans with Brian Smathers had taken place.  
	Dom moaned as when Allison began licking out Megan’s pussy he himself could taste.  Allison licked and licked, lapped all about the girl’s young pussy and on instruction from her Invader engulfed the whole of Megan’s cunt, drove her tongue into the virginal entrance and breathed hard into it.

	‘put your pussy against her’s.’
	Allison paused a moment as she contemplate such an act; then, on her own (maybe) she pushed down her own pants and panties then inched her way to settle on Meg’s nakedness.
	‘not gonna work that way, mon amie; you’re going to have to take ‘em off and scissor fuck.’
	Allison wasn’t sure what “scissor fuck” meant and she was less of taking her pants and panties off—that would leave her very vulnerable; having to pull up her clothes in case of an emergency would be difficult and the risk great.
	Strangely, nothing from the Invader.  Allison saw that the alleyway was clear; of course, that could change at any moment without notice.  Biting her lip, closing her eyes, she slipped off her pants and then her panties.  Raising one of Megan’s legs and positioned herself so as her shaven cunt was against the child’s naturally hairless cunt and humped.
	To Dom the Invader it felt just like his cock was in the girl’s pussy fucking.  ‘oh fucking God that’s good!’ he commented.  Then, ‘harder, faster!’  Allison felt all kinds of weird, but also felt some unique strangeness between her legs—a unique sexual stimulation.
	On and on it went, the sensation in both Host and Invader virtually overwhelming until that crucial moment came whereas both felt an incredible gush of release.  Allison began humping furiously as if she were being fucked by a dick and or had a DICK herself and was fucking.  She held Megan’s leg up against herself while her free hand slapped/spanked herself.
	“OH GOD!  OOOOOH-GOD!” Allison cried out aloud.  She was out of control; her eyes fluttered, toes curled and she began to cum.  A tingling erupted from her sex shooting out in all directions enveloping her wholly and souly.
	When once more settled and satiated, Allison pulled off the little girl’s dress and fingered her pussy.  There was kissing, full on the mouth with tongue dancing inside, along with kissing and suckling on the child’s budding breasts.
	Then, ‘turn her over.’
	Allison complied.
	‘spank her.’
	Allison complied.
	Dom sighed and orgasmed again.

	Allison made sexual pleasing sounds of satisfaction as she laid her hand across Megan’s bare little ass.  On her own, Allison spanked harder and harder until Megan began to fuss and her bright lily white ass turned beat red.
	‘finger her hole.’
	Allison pushed her finger into her pussy, lubricating it, then slipped it into Megan’s pooper.  This went on for a minute or so before Dom had Allison pounded her pussy against Megan’s searing ass—it was just as if though he were there shoving his cock into the child’s hole.

*

With friends like this, who needs Dick?
	One of her closest friends was Maryanne Vorhees.  She was somewhat demure, quiet, open minded, semi-adventurous, and a Plain Jane.  But she had a sweet face and was pleasing to the eye.  Allison had some reservations as she turned up the walk to the Vorhees home, Dom seemed quiet and Allison thought (and hoped) that it was one of those times that he was “asleep.”  He took unannounced naps now and then, especially after a sexual romp.
	She knocked on the door and only had to wait a moment or two before the great white oaken door swung open and there was her friend.  The girls grabbed hands and hugged, pressing their cheeks together before brushing their lips together, too.
	Hmmmmm
	Maryanne practically dragged Allison inside, shutting the door quickly behind her friend.  The two embraced and began an amorous bout of serious kissing.  Allison felt nothing from her Invader.
	There was no one home, Maryanne’s parents both worked and the only other sibling was out of town.  This allowed Maryanne severe freedom(s) and liberties.  After the long amorous kiss with best friend Allison, Maryanne began stripping off her clothes.
	“Where have you been all day?  I barely saw you.”
	Allison pulled off her top, unhooked her bra and began undoing her jeans pushing them down (again).  “I had to meet with Mr. Hurly for my extra credit crap.”
	Maryanne pushed down her panties and was nude.  Fingering her pussy she watched with some lust as Allison became nude herself.  They embraced again and began a serious lip lock with arms about one another, hands roaming bare backsides heating up their passion.

	Maryanne Voorhees also had a passion for boys, young boys specifically as well as two boys her age and one boy a year older.  She also had had sexual relations with her older brother’s best friend (high school age.)  whether or not she had sexual relations with her brother was never made clear—not to Allison anyways.
	After much kissing and heated passion steaming the two girls flopped onto the super comfy living room sofa where they pounded their inflamed pussies together; Maryanne on top groped Allison’s breasts, squeezing them and tweaking the nipples as she grinded as hard as she could her sex against her best friend.
	Eventually Maryanne turned about, sliding her wet cunt against Allison’s face then settling her own face down to Allison’s quivering quim.  Their tongues danced within the sexually hungry crevices; Allison gripped her friend’s ass and began pounding her pussy into Maryanne’s face.
	Allison got into it—her mind saw herself licking out the cunt of Megan, then slurping on the schlong of Brian—all intensely enthused her and she munched on her friend’s cunt until the girl began to cum.
	Both girls came—Allison’s face coated in her friend’s cooze cream; Maryanne trembling from head to toe, clenching tightly her legs and sex to Ally’s face.  Allison clung to Maryanne’s ass tightly, squeezing the flesh and then at the last begun to spank.
	Maryanne felt the sting of the spank but was enthused by the deed rather than alarmed.  With each swat to her ass she munched hard Allison’s cunt.  Allison pumped tenaciously into Maryanne’s face until she herself let loose a mighty gush of orgasmic female type juices.
	“Oh cripes!” called out Maryanne.
	“What?”	
	Allison’s cum off had soiled the high end (expensive) cushion beneath her.  Quickly did the girls’ love fest break while they scurried about hurriedly fetching various elements that were cleaning products.  Great trepidation there was as the girls waited to see if their efforts would save them or ground them.
	After some long enduring minutes of breath holding wait--they were saved.  They flipped the cushion just to be on the safe side, put the cleaning products back, grabbed some wine coolers from the fridge, collected their clothes from the living room floor and scurried quickly up stairs to Maryanne’s bedroom.
	Let the sex romp continue!

	There seemed to be nothing from her Invader, Allison gleefully romped with Maryanne without so much as an “ah” from her invisible horndog.  Allison pounded her poon against Maryanne’s, munched twat, spanked, and showered with her all without any interruption or comments from Dominick Demetrius.
	On Maryanne’s bed the girls lay in embrace, kissing and pounding their pussies to the other’s.  With nipples hard the girls nipped the other’s, too; squeezing and caressing enticing the other to become hornier than they already were.
	It was good.  Their pussies tingled and became soaked with love.  
	Soon their “love” became inflamed causing Allison to position herself on her hands and knees.  She had done so before.  Maryanne took her bare hand and lightly began to spank, just tantalizing her friend’s ass.  Then she began to increase the power of the spank making Allison squirm some.
	When Ally’s ass was burning, Maryanne ceased her spanking; she parted the cheeks and eyed the hole.  Allison clenched and resisted caressing her ass—she enjoyed being spanked (it tingled her ass so that it fired up her cunt and made her sexual appetite sensational!)
	Maryanne caressed Allison’s cheeks, parting them and then applying her tongue to the inflamed skin before lapping at her friend’s funk hole.  Allison clenched, wriggled, and made inaudible comments.  When she wriggled too much, Maryanne’s spanked her.
	From spank-licking-spanking Maryanne segued to munching Allison’s juicy twat.  Allison parted her cheeks wide, rolled her ass upwards more and got the licking of a lifetime.  Maryanne was good, talented.  Ally fingered herself and only casually wondered what had happened to her Invader.
	She didn’t spend too much time dwelling on him, Maryanne’s talented tongue tantalized her to a trembling orgasmic state of being and she rolled over onto her backside, pulling her legs back and experienced a fantastic oral job on her poon.
	“You need a shave.” Maryanne commented.
	Allison was cool with that.  They merged to Maryanne’s private bathroom and with Allison on the floor, her left leg hooked the rim of the bathtub and her right leg on the toilet, Maryanne’s applied shaving cream and shaved Ally’s coochie.
	In turn, Allison shaved Maryanne’s.

	Then they romped on the floor 69ing, spanking, and peeing before dashing into the shower.  Allison didn’t mind the pee drizzle from Maryanne, in confession—to Maryanne, she had gotten peed on by a boy or two she had babysat for.
	Maryanne smiled as she too had indulged in various liberties with various boys.  The girls rubbed their bodies together—their sexual fire still well ignited and far from being satisfied.

	Something that DID satisfy the girls was something in Maryanne’s refrigerator.  With their fire unquenched and the pair feeling the beginnings of strain, they made way (nakedly) to the kitchen where from the fridge’s crisper they fetched various “veggies” that were sure to be cunt pleasing.
	Standing naked right in the kitchen the two experimented with various “tools”; a particular slim zucchini was good for Allison, she rubbed the tip of the veggie against her inflamed cunt gently guiding it into her sex with an ever increasing desire to get laid—laid proper by a hunky boy.
	Maryanne had selected a cucumber.  It wasn’t too big and she scooted herself onto the large diameter kitchen table, opening her legs and guided the makeshift cock into her cunt.
	Allison was all the more enthused but still far from being tamed.
	Soon the girls were “helping” one another fuck with Allison taking command of the zucchini and gently easing into Maryanne’s bald beaver.  Maryanne liked—a lot!  Opening her legs wide she oooeh and ahhed, contorted oddly and griped the sides of the round table angling herself to take more of her friend’s offering.
	They were just getting into it when,
	KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
	The girls froze, gulped, and went wide eyed with instant fright.
	Slowly they traipsed thru the living room peering thru the security eyepiece finding Logan Hayston standing on the other side.
	“Oh shit!” blurted Maryanne.
	Maryanne started to open the door when,
	‘AHEM!’
	‘What?’
	‘you might reconsider opening the door right off.’
	‘Why?’
	‘well, take a hard look at yourself and your friend.’
	Allison did so and then in a panicked fright grabbed Maryanne’s hand from opening the door.
	“WE’RE NAKED!”

*

	“Um, we’ll be right with you!” Maryanne shouted.  She was soooo embarrassed.  The girls scurried strangely not upstairs where their clothes were but to the laundry room where robes were in the dryer.  Putting them on the girls collected themselves.  Allison felt strange as she walked near nakedly to the front door with Maryanne—she knew that true, she was naked under her regular clothes but she had no underwear on, either, making her even more vulnerable.
	Maryanne smiled as gracefully as she could under the circumstances and opened the door.  Logan Hayston stood beaming, smiling, and be hunky.
	“Hi,” he said, “I hope I’m not intruding or something.” or something…
	Maryanne shrugged and couldn’t take her eyes off of his dazzling blue eyes.  Logan Hayston was a year old and in the 8th grade; he was a hunk; very dreamy with perfect teeth, hair, and a not so bad body.  
	“Well, I just came by to see if you got those notes from Ms. Upland’s class.  I missed ‘cause I had a meeting with Mr. Scheir.”
	“Yeah, I got them, up in my room, come on.” Maryanne tossed her lovely brown hair and turned on her heels making for the stairs.
	“Hi, Ally, Allison.” Logan said as he came fully into the house.  
	Allison was all a gush, her pussy tingled and she thought nothing but of seeing the hunky 8th grader naked with his hard cock slamming into her pussy.
	‘well,’ spoke softly her Invader, “I can make it happen if you like.’
	There was no comment from the Host.
	Logan was curious, damn curious, about the girls in just robes, but he was somewhat clueless about “girl stuff” and hustled up the stairs behind Maryanne.
	Allison lingered a moment at the door, shut it and sloughed her way back to the kitchen.
	‘uh, any particular reason why you not hauling ass up the stairs, too?’
	‘Well, Logan and Maryanne, they kind of have a thing going.’
	‘so?’
	Allison sighed, the tingling in her pussy was growing again.
	‘Hey, it’s getting late, I probably need to get home before I get yelled at.’
	‘don’t worry, I can fix anything you get into.’
	‘Thanks.’
	Then, for the first time in their bizarre relationship—a nominal kinship.  Had they been separate they would have entered into that realm that was “friendship.”
	Slowly they made way up the stairs.  All was quiet—which was in way a good sign or a bad one.  Allison had images flurrying in her mind of Maryanne and Logan locked up humping on her bed—it made the girl become even more hornier and a sincere trickling there was between her legs.
	Maryanne and Logan, however, were not naked fucking on Maryanne’s bed.  Maryanne sat at her desk searching for the notes Logan had requested.  Logan stood gazing at the girls’ cast off clothes on the floor, specifically their underwear.
	‘hang tight, going to check something.’
	‘Ok.’
	Allison stood just out of sight of the door and waited.  In her mind she very little but heard whispers almost to faint to hear.  
	‘What’s going on?’
	‘shhhh, don’t interrupt!’
	‘Sorry.’
	Allison held her tongue, her thoughts.  The whispers she heard began to become more clearer but were still confusing to her and she was unable to interpret until her Host cleared it up for her.
	‘he likes the both of you.’
	‘Yeah?  Cool.  Does he want to boink the both of us, too?’
	Dom chortled, ‘yeah, he does.’
	‘Uhm, anything else?’
	‘anything else?’
	‘Yeah, does he want to boink anyone else?’
	There was a pause, then; ‘yeah, a couple of other girls he knows--’
	‘Who are they, what their names?’
	‘Claudia, Charlotte, another Claudia, a Stacie, Dawn, Holly, Mattie.’
	Allison pursed her lips; the only Claudia she knew that Logan knew was Claudia Rhue, she was a sweet little six year old!  Charlotte Heather was eight.  Stacie and Dawn were friends of hers.  Holly was a twelve year old they knew and Mattie was a cousin of his.
	Allison remained somewhat quiet.
	‘I wouldn’t condemn him,’ Dom said quietly, ‘unless you include yourself in that condemnation.’
	‘I know.’ She sighed, it was probably better off that she DIDN’T know certain things about people.

	‘what about your friend, Maryanne?  Want me to peek into her noggin and see what rattles?’
	‘No, not really.’
	‘ok.’
	‘What happens now?’
	‘what do you want?’
	Allison didn’t know, she shrugged and waited—waited to see what went on in the bedroom.
	Maryanne had found the notes Logan wanted, when she turned in her chair and stood up, the belt holding her robe contained was pulled and opened her robe revealing her total nudity.
	“Holy shit!”
	‘Holy shit!’
	‘Hot damn!’

	‘yeah, she wants him, she wants to see his cum shooting onto her face.’
	Allison sighed.  Dom continued.
	‘she wants to see his cum shooting onto your pussy, too; and then wants to lick it off!’
	‘Cool!’ Allison said bemused by the new information.
	In the bedroom Maryanne let drop off her shoulders the blue bathrobe.  Logan stood in total shock.  He was too captivated to react other than stare.  Maryanne dropped to her knees and began addressing Logan’s jeans—by undoing them and tugging them down. The boy already sporting a major erection, with a little seepage of love cream soiling his white boxers.
	‘your turn, sweetie.’ Dom encouraged his Host.
	Allison strolled in not sure if she were intruding or not.  Logan showed a little fright but was just as stunned when Allison’s robe fell to her feet, too.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he drawled.
	Maryanne was blushing, giggling, and embarrassed but in a good way.
	Together the two thirteen year olds stripped Logan naked.  When he was in his skin the two naughty girls began toying with Logan’s cock—working it with their delicate fingers—squeezing the member with love before Maryanne took the member into her mouth and began sucking.
	Allison kissed Logan’s ass, fondled his balls, and caressed Maryanne’s body as she serviced him.
	All Logan could do was stand in awe and endure.

	Expertly Maryanne slipped a condom over Logan’s proud prong.  It was a snug fit and Logan was bombastically bombed.  Maryanne cupped his balls, sucked his cock then laid back on her bed with her legs open.  Logan needed know encouragement and knew how to position himself.  Maryanne’s cunt was already “moist” to the extreme.  Allison positioned herself on the floor at the foot of the bed, watching as Logan’s cock made vaginal entry.
	Ally’s eyes rested on Logan’s ass; it was a fine kind of tan ass, smooth and perfectly shaped.  Then there was his balls, not too hairy and just right to look upon.  Ally even marveled at the occasional glimpse of his asshole—it made Ally’s own hole pucker and wonder if she could get him to fuck her there.
	The sight of sex in action was incredible—Allison was captivated and began fingering herself into euphoria as it went on before her.  Logan slammed Maryanne’s cunt with precise precision; his balls cinched up and began making a curious slapping sound.  Allison saw the sweat beads forming on his ass; his fucking efforts had kicked up the pace; Maryanne was making loud audible sounds of pleasure; and Allison was creaming her probing fingers.
	The more Logan fucked the more Allison got into the deed, herself.  She could SMELL the burning rubber from the latex wrapper on Logan’s cock.  There were juices flowing from Maryanne’s poon—Allison didn’t know if it was Maryanne’s own juices or Logan’s.  (not that it mattered)
	The intensity of the sex increased; Logan’s ass tightened, clenching with each downward thrust.  Maryanne’s pussy seemed to clench tightly, too, snugging up Logan’s invading prong.  The horny naughty girl clung to Logan’s sweaty backside then moved to squeeze her lover’s sweaty ass.  
	It was arms and legs akimbo as the two crossed the threshold signaling the end of their union was near.  They fucked on for some time, though with Maryanne reaching her tumultuous moment of joy and being vocal about announcing it, too.
	Logan ploughed the road of orgasm pursuit, straining his cock as it jutted gobs of cum into it’s latex reservoir.  He continued humping juts as he strove to get every ounce of joy from the deed.
	As his cock settled he suckled on Maryanne’s breasts and cooled down.  Allison, meanwhile, was all fired up.
	‘your turn, sweetie.’

*

	Strangely, Allison was not sickened by what was contemplated; as Logan rolled off of Maryanne’s body and pulled the condom off his wang, Allison was torn—to lick Maryanne’s cunt clean of its coating juices or suck on Logan’s cock.
	‘suck his cock.’
	‘Ok.’ And Allison positioned herself onto the bed laying across her friend’s legs to get to Logan’s softening schlong.  It was coated in cum, his cum.  He smelled musty and there was another curious “smell” unknown to her.  Closing her eyes she devoured Logan’s prick in one gulped, then raked her teeth along the sensitive skin flute coming up to his super sensitive crown.  There she let her tongue dance all around the edging of the crown quickly bringing Logan’s cock back to stiff mode.
	Logan interfered some, pressing his fingers at the base of his cock, humping Allison’s mouth, then running his fingers thru her hair.  Allison got in no hurry and sucked on the boy’s head until she got a jut of hot juice for her efforts.
	It was kinda gross but she drained his dick anyways.  There was only a couple of juts.  Logan was out of his mind—fucking pussy was great but a blowjob was fantastic!
	After draining Logan’s bone, she turned her attention to Maryanne’s poon.  Logan watched for a moment, stunned as he had never seen such a deal done.  It was awesome to watch, he masturbated lightly while Ally licked, lapped, and thusly cleaned thoroughly Maryanne’s coochie.
	When done she came up to lay on Maryanne and further blow Logan’s mind by driving her tongue into Maryanne’s mouth.  The girls embraced and began a serious love fest.  Logan watched with an ever increasing horniness raging within him.
	Maryanne began working Logan’s cock while Allison lay on her back, waiting.  Allison had a view of her friend’s ass as she had to lean up to lean down and service Logan.  She began squeezing Maryanne’s ass, probing her hole and goosing her juicy pussy.  It seriously turned Logan on and he was once more brought back to hard mode, stiff enough for fucking.
	Maryanne brought Logan’s cock to Ally’s cunt, she even guided the member in.  (no, this time it wasn’t wrapped)  tsk tsk tsk  Logan slid near effortlessly all the way, settled right on top of her—gazing at her pretty tomboy eyes, smiling whimsically at her—then he feasted on her teenage titties.  Maryanne guided Logan’s cock fully inward and the fucking began!

	Although she had a penchant for young boys, getting laid by Logan was absolutely awesome!  Straight from the beginning Logan’s cock very muchly incited great waves of sexual bliss.  She shuddered from her toes to her hair; she was uncontrollable, unable to control anything regarding her body.  It felt like she was having a real good pee.  (but better!)
	At least a minute, maybe more, Allison was not herself.  She knew nothing as she lay in a swath of mass confusion.  Slowly, though, she was brought back to experience the end of her incredible fuck.  Logan lay right on her almost smothering her but not.  His hips grinded against her, his cock grinded against the hood of her tantalizing her clit.  Their mouths met and swapped spit for sometime until that  wondrous moment came whereas they shared a mutual orgasm.
	To say their shared orgasm was intense would be an understatement.  It was cataclysmic at best with both wrapping their arms about one another as they strove to become overwhelmed by their sexual excitement.  Intense muscle contractions trembled as their orgasm heightened; wave after wave of extreme tingling seethed throughout their young bodies.	
	And then it was over.
	Allison immediately lapsed into a causeway of worthlessness, completely and utterly exhausted.  Her pussy, though, still tingled; her pussy shuddered; her pussy came in rivers soiling significantly her friend’s bed.  Logan was pretty much the same and lay off onto his back, eyes fluttering and his cock going flaccid still squirting in gobs his teen spunk.
	Like Allison had done unto him, Maryanne did unto him, too—sucking his cock clean, his musty sweaty balls, and then did a number on Allison’s juicy twat.

	The three showered afterwards—when they had rested.  Logan’s cock was pretty much in agony but he managed to stuff Maryanne’s asshole with his cock and her hole sufficiently lubed with soap.  Ally enjoyed fondling Logan’s balls, lightly spanking him and trying to get him to stuff her asshole—but his cock was out of it and needed time to “rest.”
	And there was no time for that, not for Ally anyways—she had to get home.  She was already late and dreaded the confrontation with her step-Dad.  The three friends kissed and Allison left them—naked in the house.
	‘I think they’ll probably fuck somemore.’
	‘safe bet.’
	Ally hurried home and was correct about her confrontation.

	“I’ve had to cover for you, TWICE!” yelled Dan as Ally flew into the house a few minutes before 5:30.  Ally’s Mom was out of town on business, she had called, apparently twice.  And both times daughter Allison was in the bathroom.
	Allison wasn’t in the mood to deal with the jerk, she still didn’t care for his shenanigans with his daughter and not overly enthusiastic about his doings with her.  she was kinda wishy washy on that point…
	Allison blew off Dan—which pissed him off.  He grabbed her, “I don’t think I like your attidue, Missy!”
	Allison didn’t care and tried to jerk away from him.  He held her firm and yanked her to the great living room sofa and pinned her over the overstuffed arm of it.  Then a reign of hard smacks came to her ass in quick succession all the while Dan spouted out decrees; “You WILL be home on time every day!”  “You will NOT talk back to me!”  “You WILL obey me!” he began to lose his breath and paused.  Allison fretted and fought back and fought back harder when she realized the bastard was trying to get her jeans down.
	“NO!” Allison cried.
	Dan walloped her ass hard as he possible could land, “I don’t think so, Missy!” he huffed, “I don’t think yer Mom ‘ould like to see what I have on you!” which was true.
	Allison was in a spot.  “You fucking bastard!” she screamed.
	Dan got her jeans undone and jerked them down, he paused a moment to gander at her panty clad ass, then slipped his fingers inside the light blue undy to squeeze burning flesh.  Allison squirmed, Dan spanked; Allison tried to get control of herself—there were times where the sex with Dan was ok but this was not one of them.
	Dan slowly worked his step-daughter’s panties down, admired her bare flesh, then dropped his own pants and manhandled his hardened prong.
	“Hold ‘em open!” he barked to the distraught girl.
	“Go fuck yourself!” she shot back.
	This outburst only got her another hard smack to absolute bare flesh that almost absolutely shot the girl out of her skin.
	“Hold yer cheeks open or it’ll be worse!”
	Allison didn’t know how much “worse” it could get and broke down.  She held her burning cheeks open and son-of-a-bitch Dan Thomas made anal entry into her flaming hole.

	It was tight going but made a little easier from Ally’s recent ass fucking to herself and then the feeble attempt from Logan.  Dire determination from Dan made the penetration possible and she was well sodomized.
	Gripping her hips Dan filled Ally’s pooper, ramming the full length of his cock into and caring not for any damage or pain or discomfort he gave.  In Ally’s mind flashed images of little Ashley in the same predicament.
	“NO!” screamed Ally, “NOOOOOO-ooooooh!”
	Dan smiled and thrusted his massive fuck stick into the girl regardless and continued spanking until she nearly passed out.

*

	‘Where the fuck were you!’ bitched Allison.
	‘sorry, I’m experiencing things I cant make since of.’
	Allison didn’t care, she was pissed and hurt.  
	‘I fucking needed you!’
	‘I know, ok, I’m sorry.’
	The apology didn’t help, Allison stepped into the shower and wept uncontrollably.
	‘pay back’s gonna be a mother.’

*

	Fast forward a couple of days.  Allison came home to find her step-Dad seemingly waiting for her.  His friend Mark was there, too; lingering and set his eyes immediately on Allison when she came in.  It made her uncomfortable.
	“I want you do to something for me.” Dan said to her. 
	Allison held her ground, slinging off her bookbag.  By his tone and mannerism(s) she didn’t like the situation at all.  
	“Let’s go to my den.”
	Allison was sure she wasn’t going to like it—whatever it was.
	Mark followed.
	Once in the private den Allison was on guard.
	“My friend needs a “fix.” Dan said.
	The friend, Mark, stood shifting his weight and appearing nervous, embarrassed.  For looks he was okay, a slight beginning pudge, six foot something, dirty blond hair, hazel eyes.  He was in his mid 40s like Dan and for some reason he just creeped Allison out.

	Allison shook her head, “No way.”
	To wit Dan smiled and replied with a nodding of his head, 
	“Yes way.”
	Then, before she knew it—she was.
	Yes way.
	It was very vague but Allison saw herself undressing herself.  There was no stopping herself, she couldn’t consciously stop the act of undressing—it was as if though there was no communication from her brain to her hands.  When doing any menial chore—brushing teeth, going to the bathroom and wiping afterwards, walking, eating, farting, scratching an itch, or undressing—those things or done within split second thoughts carried out by the action.  
	It was a blur, it was like looking at herself via an out-of-body experience looking at herself thru a haze.  She heard “commands” but they barely registered with her—but her body seemed to go right to the acts given via command and she was nude—then on her knees facing Mark and his exposed cock.
	Allison began freaking out; she couldn’t believe what she saw—what she was doing.  It was insane!  The cock was suddenly in her mouth!  Thankfully, though, Allison could barely taste it but she did taste something.
	Then suddenly there was Dan, standing up beside her with HIS cock.
	Allison then saw herself working her step-Daddy’s cock with one hand while cupping the balls of Mark with the other.  Allison was beside her (literally).  It was insane!
	It was madness; after sucking off Mark’s cock she turned to work oral magic on Dan’s.  Mark stepped up to skull fuck her, humping his cum squirter in her hair and up side her face.  When after Dan squirted off into her mouth she was stood up and positioned on the large green sofa; her legs were splayed open, ass to the edge of the cushion.  Dan took liberties firstly, eating her pussy out to his delight while Mark stood by watching in delight.
	After several long enduring minutes Dan was done munching twat, he came up between Allison’s legs pressing his hardened cock against her quivering quim.  
	It was rape.  Whether she cried out of in alarm or not she wasn’t sure, not for certain.  Then again, nothing was certain.  She felt the invading prong fill her and though in previous acts she had somewhat enjoyed it she had vowed to cease allowing the bastard to fuck her.
	Apparently, he had other ideas.

	Almost immediately after Dirty Dan “pulled out”, Marvelous Mark took his turn.  Sloppy seconds anyone?  Mark didn’t seem to mind and made vaginal entry and began straight away to fuck.  He marveled at Allison’s jiggling titties and sucked on them while he raped steadily away.
	Allison seemed a lot less emotional than she thought she should be.
	When Mark got his jollies and moved off, Dan pulled Allison up, drawing her into his now nude body.  A reign of swats came to her ass—some smarted but still—Ally remained mostly unaffected and emotional.  It was the knowing that she was being spanked that registered in her affected mind—her mind knew that her bare ass was being swatted and quickly checked a file that told that a bare ass swatting was supposed to HURT.
	But something was wrong and the registration of HURT was severly nipped.  How and why was elusive to Ally—but not to her Invader.

	After several bare assed swats lasting almost five minutes, Ally was positioned over the arm of the sofa and it was Mark who took his turn.  Ally felt the stings of the spanking but that was from her MIND, the actually swats to her ass were nil.
	The men took turns buggering her, she herself commanded to pull her own butt cheeks open and then remain still while the two men sodomized her relentlessly to their pleasure.
	From the sofa to the private bathroom the hapless girl was taken whereas in the confining shower she was peed on, spanked more, and double teamed.  The men were having quite a time with the mindless girl, quite a time in deed.
	After she was dried and taken back out to the outer room and told to dress, 
	‘son-of-a-bitch!’
	“What?”  ‘What?’
	‘bastard’s got an EMAD!’
	Allison slowly went thru the process of pulling her clothes on, Mark stood by masturbating ogling her as she pulled up her panties.  Step-Daddy Dan smiled and stood just off to one side.
	‘stand up, face him while you finish dressing.’
	‘I was raped!’ Ally said, her emotions flying all around inside her head.  She hurt and angry, and scared.
	‘don’t worry, I have a plan.’

	While Allison finished dressing, facing the Fucker while she did so, Dom the Invader saw the EMAD.  A remote control-like device, strapped to the underside of his wrist and activated by the fingers.  Leads from the remote until were attached at the finger tips and by various finger actions transmitted to the Device what he wanted his Subject to do.
	Allison wasn’t pleased.  She was shocked and stunned and greatly pissed.  Dom had little control over her as she scurried to her room, locked the door and made for her bathroom where she firstly threw up and then collapsed onto her floor, curling up and going into a near catatonic fit.

	When she had gathered herself she flushed her pussy out but of course by then it could have been too late.  She had had unprotected sex with the two men, the fuckers, as well as with Logan.  Her mind was in a temporal flux of mixed agitation.  
	‘listen, we’ll make it right, we’ll get the bastard back, I promise.’
	‘How?’
	‘working on it, but right now I need that EMAD of his.’
	‘Why?’
	‘cause with it it might help me separate from you.’
	‘Oh.’ Then, ‘Ok.’

Damning evidence
	To say she wasn’t herself would be an understatement; she shied away from her sexual activities that she enjoyed, flubbed up in her pitching, and with her Invader somewhat on the fritz, didn’t do so well on her foreign language exam.
	At home she detested her step-Dad and wished her Mom would be home more, but she had just gotten a promotion and was helping to open a new branch office and it took her time away from being home.  One night when Ally’s Mom was away, Ally caught Dan molesting Ashley.
	Unlike previous times, Ashley was under the influence of the EMAD he had and not drugged.  The sweet little girl was just being stripped down, her legs opened, and her nude Daddy bringing her pussy up to greet his Little Man.
	“Leave her alone!” Ally commanded.
	Dan whipped his attention to his intruder, “Go to your room, prepare for me.”
	“FUCK YOU!” Ally nearly screamed and she charged him.

	Dan was caught off guard but Ally was no match for the 40 something year old adult; although he was an office type person; a white collar American, he DID work out to keep trim and fit—very fit.  Easily he overpowered Allison, slinging her to his daughter’s bed and pinning her.
	Allison, though, had a lot of pent up rage in her and the struggle was on.  Dan could do nothing actually but hold the girl still—well, keep her pinned.  That was until Allison managed to bring her knee up…
	Dan collapsed to the floor wriggling in great pain as his exposed testicles were even more at risk due to their unclothed exposure.  This gave Ally time to wrench the EMAD from the man’s wrist.  Dan sputtered and was highly pissed, crawling to Ally as she fled.
	She paused at the bedroom door, “You fucker,” she exclaimed, “I’ll break this fucking thing you touch her again, or ME!”
	Dan stopped, this was not good (for him.)
	“I’ve got shit on you, little girl!” he seethed angrily.
	Ally was prepared for that one, “GOOD!” she said, “That’ll be evidence against you—you used this piece of shit against me and MADE me do those things!”
	Dan realized he was fucked—and not in a good way.
	“Put the thing (EMAD) down and let’s talk this over.”
	“FUCK YOU!”
	“You don’t know what you’re doing, that thing is very valuable.”
	“Not to me it isn’t.”
	Dan began to panic, “Alright, I’ll—I’ll leave you and Ashley alone--”
	“I don’t believe you.”
	Dan made a sudden lunge to her, Allison shrieked and backed up darting out of the room and to her room.  Dan was right on her; he tackled her and they fell into Allison bedroom with a mighty collapse.  It hurt, Allison.  For a moment her breath was taken, her arm and shoulder hurt, and there was a heck of time regaining her composure.
	Dan had his EMAD back—he said nothing but wrestled with Allison, yanking her to her bed where once more he yanked her pants and panties down and wailed upon her tender flesh.  Then he invaded her asshole with his hellish cock, striking her hips, manhandling her breasts, and tweaking hard her nipples all the while.

	After the assault Dan tried to make Allison his personal bitch—using the EMAD he made dutiful commands unto her; “everyday before leaving for school—you will suck my cock.”
	“everyday when you come home from school, you will take off all your clothes and let me fuck you.”
	“whenever my friend, Mark, is with me, you will give yourself to him willingly.”
	“you like the taste of my cum.”
	“you want to suck me every day to get my cum.”
	“you want to shower with me.”
	“you want me to spank you.”
	And the list went on—and then repeated a few times so the commands inserted into her noggin would set.
	Allison was in fear.  She was no longer in control of herself and she WAS under the magnificent influence of an EMAD.

*

	At 7:30 school morning A.M. Allison was on her knees slurping off her step-Daddy’s cock.  She held back nothing and sucked until he filled her mouth with his love.  Then his cock went up against her face to hump some more—all the while upstairs her Mom slept unawares.
	Eight hours later and Allison was stripping off her clothes, laying over the overstuffed arm of the large sofa in Dan’s private den.  Naked Dan and friend Mark took their liberties; fucking her asshole, spanking, peeing on her, and then just out and fucking her until they were spent.
	Sitting at her desk she stared virtually into oblivion.  She was naked, her asshole and pussy were sore, she smelled horrible, and in her mind were flashes of being raped, spanked, and peed on by Dan and his friend.  But she had no real memory of such an act taking place—and there was the disturbing thought that lo she detested what had happened—she was willing to let them have a go at her again!
	It was the EMAD—that damnedable mind altering device that she had no defense against!  Her breathing escalated, her anger seethed—her mind blanked, though, as she strove to think of some sort of manner in which to “get him back” and make him pay.

	‘go check on Ashley.’
	Allison stood near mindless, naked, and confounded.  Her life was turning into turmoil, she didn’t understand and thought insanity was surely enveloping her.
	‘go to Ashley.’
	Allison heard the command, she became calm and slowly left her bedroom and made for her step-sister’s across the hall.  The door was open and the little six year old was within.  So were Dan and his friend.  Ashley lay on her bed across it, naked; her legs were held up with Dan locking her ankles in one hand while he masturbated himself with the other—gawking at the child’s nakedness.
	Friend Mike was on his knees licking out the child’s pussy.
	None of them knew Allison and HER friend had come upon them.

	With the EMAD in Allison’s hand a new ploy was brought into play.  Allison wanted nothing to do with the Device but to throw it away, after crushing it in a vice.  But her Invader needed it so she held off, but didn’t like it.  With the Device, though, Dom and Ally were able to reconfigure life in the Thomas household—Dan was never to act sexually with his daughter or step-daughter (until further notice).  This sentiment also went for Dan’s friend.  
	‘uhm, would you mind if I added a little something for those two?’
	‘Like what?’
	‘well,’ giggled Dom, ‘I was thinking of changing their desires.’
	‘What do you mean?’
	‘they have desires of the flesh, your flesh, your sister’s, and so on.  How’s about they desire instead each other?’
	Allison thought of it—and an image filled her head—the two naked men having sex with each other.  It was gross and very unsettling.
	‘Ewew, gross.’  then, ‘Ok, do it.’	

	Allison and Dom spent long hours dissecting the EMAD, it was far different from the one Dom had on his wrist, but the principal operation was the same.  And Dom found a Diagnostic implementation that helped resurrect his!
	There were some minor hang-ups that required expertise, new programming, electrical components, and the like—and very damn difficult to reconstruct an object Allison couldn’t see or feel.  It was tedious work at best but there was progress.

	‘I, uhm, have an idea on how to get your step-Dad back.’
	‘How?’ Allison was all ears.
	‘more than simple blackmail—he must be seen in the act of being naughty.’
	Allison had a fair idea about what that meant.
	‘Ok.’
	‘well, using that camera of his that he used against you?  We’ll use it against him.’
	‘How?’
	‘with the EMAD, and my thing when it operational here soon, we’ll fuck him up.’  Dom explained using flash images to convey his plan; which was simply have Dan be seen screwing her, spanking her, peeing on her, and the like.  And to include Ashley, too—as a topping.
	Allison sighed, she didn’t much care for that plan—but…
	‘we’ll also let him have his EMAD back--’
	‘No fucking way, that fucking monster will fuck me up for sure!’
	‘I’ll make it so so as he wont use it, he wont know how or what to do, but he will have it on his possession when he’s caught.’
	‘Who’s going to catch him?’
	It was Dom’s turn to sigh, ‘well use the camera, and then—then let I guess your Mom see it.’
	‘She’ll freak.’
	‘Undoubtedly, but she’ll have the evidence and he’ll be a dead duck.’
	Allison required a little time to digest the plan; it wasn’t an overly good plan, but she didn’t have one any better—not with evidence that would hold up.  
	But the plan had potential problems and no back-up plan in place.  Dom, too, still was unable to get his own wrist-worn EMAD fully operational.
	‘Soooo, like, where’d did you get yours?’
	good question.
	Dom wasn’t sure.  He had no memory of How or When or Why had had the wrist-worn EMAD.
	‘I was just thinking, if we knew where you got yours, maybe we could go back and see if there are more or something, I don’t know.’
	She had a point.  Dom had to think and then it was a done deal.
	ROAD TRIP!

Road trip
	‘is there an ocean nearby?’
	The pesky question came early in the morning, before sunrise.
	‘No, well, there is, three hours west.’
	‘hmmm.’
	‘Why?’
	‘well, concerning my mind device, I’m seeing pictures of water, lots of water, and boats, old tanker ships.  Could be a clue.’
	‘There’s Lake Hart and Lake Merry Mack.’
	‘Big lakes?’
	‘Lake Hart isn’t, but Merry Mack—you have to be out in the middle before you can see the other side.’
	‘then that’s the one.’
	‘You wanna go there?’
	‘yes, it’s a start.’
	Reluctantly, Allison agreed.

	Getting out to Merry Mack Lake was still a little trek, not three hours like it was to the coast, but 1 ½ hours by tour bus anyways.  She went alone, ditching her friends and things she would rather do—but it was all in the pursuit of getting back at her step-Dad.
	Merry Mack Lake WAS big—Allison and Dom both had their doubts of finding the exact place where Dom found his EMAD—or however he came to possess it.  Fifty miles across, one hundred plus along the east side, seventy-five on the west side.  The northern point received its water from an inlet feed from the ocean; the southern point tapered and was the most populated with tourists.
	‘we wont spend too much time here,’ Dom assured Ally, ‘just a poke around for awhile.  If nothing comes up, screw it, we go home and call it good and finger something else out.’
	Allison was in full agreement of that.
	For two hours they “poked” around the various wharfs with not so much as an inkling of helping Dom.
	‘I’m hungry, do you mind?’
	Dom didn’t mind, he himself no longer felt the stirrings of hunger, thirst; no pesky headaches, no need to use the bathroom, to shower, or even fart.  Just enjoy sex…

	Ally went to an eatery on the wharf she often visited when she came to the lake with her friends or family.  The fish was good and not too “fishy”, there were the breaded deep fried nuggets that were tasty, too.  From her window seat she tossed out to the birds and sea lions her fries but kept the delicious crunchy cornbread nuggets to herself—or “fish balls” as one of her girlfriend’s chortled.
	While somewhat mopping along the back of the wharf area boardwalk where the sea lions assembled on fishing boats and such, Allison was directed to stare across the bay waters to the opposite shore.  On the far side was a large rusting hulk of a tanker.
	‘there,’ said her Invader, ‘we got to go there.’

	Going “there” was a long walk.  There was the bus but that was confusing and so needing the exercise anyways, they walked.  It was a pleasant walk—taking up to an hour to make at least.  There was the dangerous part of having to walk along the busy inner city highway, the naval cadet training facility, the construction project, and a slum area.
	There were great eucalyptus trees, wandering unfriendly dogs, smells, and unattentive drivers to contend with along the walk, and then a side trip of interest concerning a ruffin scallywag boy of about ten.  He was with a small group of other boys, rumbled shirts, dirty disheveled hair, and up to nothing that day but insane mischief.
	The lead boy was a bully, a punk.  Along a walkway where small business were hocking their wares to the passing tourists were many outdoor “stands”; fruits and vegetables, knick knacks in tune with the area, and various seafood.  The boy, a one Harold Bekins, paused at the tilted table displaying tomatoes.  He selected one, the proprietor eyed him cautiously.  Harold replaced the tomato while his four friends flanking him quietly egged him on.
	As the boys began to move as a single group, Harold suddenly re-grabbed the tomato and started to run.  Instantly, though, the proprietor gave chase.  He was a bulgy man, short of stature, great furry gray mutton chops, thick Italian accent, and really pissed.
	“You comma back ‘ere, you sonna-ov-a-bitcha you!”
	Harold stopped a few feet away, “Oh, you want THIS back?” he said chortling, “Well, here you go!” and he lobbed as hard as he could the tomato to Mr. Giovanna.
	The tomato made a nice big splat on the man’s clean white apron.
	The boys grabbed more tomatoes and fled down the street laughing.
	Five minutes later and the local sheriff arrived taking a report and assessing the mishap.  At first he was willing to fluff it off as “boys will be boys”; but then three more proprietors from up and down the street came to complain to him.
	All down the street the way the boys had gone virtually every window had been hit with tomatoes.  Another proprietor had also been hit and a small child in the custody of an older teen girl sib had been splattered with tomatoes.
	The sheriff was amused and knew that he had to nip it quick.
	Finding the culprits wasn’t hard to do, they left a trail.  Smeared windows, splattered proprietors and customers, bystanders, and the like all pointed the way that he was in the right direction.
	The boys had split up when the discovered that the Law was after them.  Harold actually went off by himself—trying to go around the businesses and sneak up all the way back from where he started.  Sheriff Taylor saw him, though, and gave chase.  Harold managed to elude the sheriff who was a calm easy going fellow; tall, straight shooter (w/o using a weapon) and was well known for his tactics of keeping the law in Jonusburg County just. 
	Harold had made it back to the first proprietor and promptly tipped the table of tomatoes over spilling them all over the sidewalk.  He then made sure Old Man Giovanna saw him; Harry stuck out his tongue and then flipped the old Italian the bird.  “FUCK YOU, OLD MAN!” then darted off down the street to continue his rampage.
	Along his way he encountered a young teen girl with her single digit aged brother.  They were pulling a red wagon loaded with groceries.  Harold comes along and tipped the wagon over, then splattered a tomato onto the boy whom he pushed down.
	Sheriff Taylor yanked him by the nape of the neck from a small side alley.  The boy was flung HARD against the green stucco wall of Mike’s Meats and handcuffed.  “Gotcha, smart ass.”
	“You lemme go, my Pa is important ‘round ‘ere.”
	“That’s good, that’s gooooood,” stated the Sheriff, “then he’ll get extra privileges to see you come Sunday.”
	Harold wrestled with the Sheriff but was no match for his strength and 25 years experience.  Out of the small side alley into the back alley, then kicking and dragging Harold was taken to the small Sheriff’s Office located at the far end of the neighborhood.  It looked out onto the bay and small wharf area and was completely surrounded by massive eucalyptus trees.
	Not into the office did the go, not into the jail cell but out behind the office where Harold’s hands were uncuffed, only to be re-cuffed in the manner of hand over hand—that is to say at the lone horse rail the boy’s hands were above and below and cuffed whereas in a manner he was unable to move and cause a fuss.
	He was pissed.
	He yelled, cussed, made demands, and continued to mention that his Pa was an important person to the city and county.  The Sheriff was not impressed and pulled down Harold’s pants.
	Harold for the first time experienced fear.
	He didn’t like it.
	He liked it less when also came down his underwear.
	“HEY!” he called out—this was not good—no, not good at all.

	Sheriff Taylor pulled off his two-inch black leather dress belt, folded it, examined it, then pulled up Harold’s long tailed shirt and held it in place all the while young eleven year old Harold freaked out and danced.
	“You hold still now, you hear?”
	Harold didn’t hear and jiggled as much as he could pulling and tugging hard against the old horse rail, but it was held fast as was he.  The belt slashed thru the air and then slashed Harold’s skin.
	The first smack nearly sent the boy out of his skin—so did the following two smacks, each as hard as the previous.  Then, the Sheriff did began fondling the boy’s bum; “reaching around” to fondle the boy’s puddling, squeeze his balls and then let fly the belt three more times.
	The belting stopped and was returned to the Sheriff’s pants.
	But Harold’s punishment was not over.

	Pulling the offender’s legs back it was obvious to Allison/Dom that Harold Benkins was in for a lot more than spanking.  The boy’s ass was in too much torment to make the realization.  His cock was fondled more, his balls squeezed, and the Sheriff’s hands went up and down the boy’s body before he stood up and lowered his own pants (and underwear.)
	Sheriff Taylor had a cock.  It was long, hard, already dripping cum, and had Allison’s full attention.  ‘Damn sweet damn.’ she moaned.
	Sheriff Taylor rammed his cock unceremoniously up Harold’s ass, guiding in gently until the head of his cock was in passed the anal rim—and then it was full speed ahead!

	Harold couldn’t scream—he tried but the pain in his ass overwhelmed his vocal outburst and he could do nothing but take the punishment.  The Sheriff buried his seven incher into the boy’s rectum, wrecking it thoroughly.  Harold could barely utter word one, or something similar to words.  Reaching around again the Sheriff fondled the boy’s cock, working it until it was stiff and ready to shoot.
	The Sheriff pulled out, squirting goo all over the boy’s very tan (and reddened) ass.  The Sheriff’s cock was awful looking, coated in blood and poo stains.  He sidestepped over to a water spigot and washed his dick, then returned to the horribly tormented Harold.
	Harold wriggled in place, his asshole in torment mostly.
	“You a mean little S-O-B, you know that?”
	Harold was bawling, he knew it.
	“I got the power invested in me to whip the hide right offa you!”
	The Sheriff had an accent himself, a southern type accent.

	It was unbelievable but there was more.
	Sheriff Taylor took to masturbating the boy, whacking until he began to cum and cum all over the Sheriff’s balls.  It was unknown if the boy had ever “cum” before—for a moment he forgot about his ails and relished in the sweet release that was orgasm.
	Sheriff Taylor took that moment to uncuff the boy, but recuff him with his hands behind his back.
	“You run off and I’ll get us one of these here uke (eucalyptus) switches and rip yer hide clean off!”
	Harold began to bawl some more.  He was pushed down to his knees, head held firm and forced to lick clean the man’s cum laden balls.  Harold was very muchly not into this and needed more disciplinary action.
	‘Can we go?’
	‘had enough, eh?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘ok.’

*

	walk—walk—walk; stop for a soda and caramel popcorn; more walking.  There were lots of interesting peoples to see; the sights and smells and everything.
	‘I’d like to ask you something.’
	‘Ok.’

	There was a long pause.
	‘Well?’
	‘well, I was just wondering—do you regret meeting me?’
	‘Like I had a choice?’
	Good point.  ‘good point.’
	Another long pause.  ‘I guess it hasn’t been all bad.’
	They neared the old dock where the tourist didn’t flock to so much, old derelict buildings from a wharf that in the heyday was quite popular with fishing.  An abandoned carnival was here, too.
	Center of attraction was the huge 800 foot oil tanker Smooz.  No longer in use—and hadn’t been in 20 plus years.  It set docked alongside the derelict wharf that had suffered a few arson fires and was no longer habitable for businesses of any kind.
	In the small bay area surrounding the Smooz, though, amateur divers enjoyed investigating the depths around the tanker and out into the bay itself.  Dom directed Allison down along the wooden steps to the secondary area of the wharf.
	Allison held up, though—inasmuch as the main deck was undesirable, the lower area beneath was even worse.
	‘I-I don’t think I want to go there.’
	Dom held back—there were memory flashes that were jumbled and made no sense.  Allison saw the dark-disturbing images, too—and they frightened her.
	There was a man, running, carrying a briefcase and a small duffle bag.  He seemed middle aged, brown hair, sloppy clothes but too well groomed to be a bum.  He seemed to be in a hurry.
	At the beginning of the wharf area a car came to a screeching halt and several men got out—all bearing weapons.  The man with the briefcase barreled down to the lower area under the wharf in a panic clutching both the briefcase and duffle bag to his person.  He ran up alongside the tanker, then darted across to the far side of the underside of the wharf.  A hail of bullets peppered the sand and broken pavement where at one time a fish market had thrived.  The man rolled then trip-ran back to the tanker crashing into it—spilling the contents of the briefcase which was cash.  Bank money numbering in the thousands spilled and there was no time to collect as another hail of bullets exploded all around the man.
	Trip-running again for his life the man moved alongside the moored tanker to the rotting dock running along the rocky edge of the bay—with two men in close pursuit (the other two men had stopped to gather the money…)

	The Lead Man went around a corner of the rocky hill and paused here, pulling out of the duffle bag a wet suit.  There really was no time to put said suit on but he was doing so, stripping off his street clothes as he did so.  There did seem to be no sign of the pursuers.
	 Two men with Uzis came around the corner and began emptying their clips.  The man was hit and dived half dressed into the bay water.  There were bubbles—followed by blood.  The two men emptied their clips before making a very hasty retreat, tossing the Uzis into the bay, too.
	Darkness came, not too dark but it was dark just the same.  The sea had filled the bay up a few feet and Dom Demetrius was taking a swim.  Why he was in the area to begin with he couldn’t remember—a school project he thought but wasn’t sure.  It didn’t matter anyways—he was there and that was that.
	He had seen where the troubled man had gone into the bay; but that said maybe.  Maybe he had died from the multiple gun shots; maybe he had eluded death and swam to the other side of the bay and got out ok.
	There were a lot of other maybes, too.
	Dom slid into the bay water wearing a wet suit and a snorkel.  The depth of the bay varied from a nominal 30 feet to a deep cold intake of 100 feet—depending on if the tide was in or out.  Armed with a flashlight he slid into the murky waters and began to hunt for the man.
	‘Why?’
	A valid question.  Why look for a dead man—what was the purpose?  He had dropped his only asset—the briefcase of ill-gotten Mob money; did he have something else of worth?
	Yes.
	But at the time Dom didn’t know that.  He didn’t know why he sought the man; to bring him to someone’s attention; go thru his pockets; make sure he was dead…
	‘If you think I’m getting into that water,’ Allison flatly summed up, ‘you’ve got yourself some more thinking to do.’
	Against better judgment they in tandem made way down below the derelict wharf subfloor, around the rickety not-trustworthy plank walkway to where Dom had seen the man dive into the water almost a year ago.
	Allison squatted, the whole thing creeped her out big time.
	‘me thinks we’re at a dead end.’
	‘Don’t say “dead”, this is weird enough as it is.’
	‘sorry.’

	‘I don’t understand this--’
	‘that’s ok, I don’t either.’
	‘No, I mean, why this guy that got shot or whatever?  Did you get that EMAD thingy from him?’
	‘yeah—yeah I—I think so.’
	There was a huge blank spot in his memory—he didn’t recall going into the water, finding the man’s body, and taking his wrist-worn EMAD.  
	‘Did you know that it was minding device thing?’
	‘No, no I don’t think so.  It was a diver’s watch, but bigger.  I-I guess I thought I could get something for it.’
	‘If it was an EMAD device, why didn’t the guy use it against those thugs?’
	‘don’t know, I don’t know.’

*

	It was a dead end.  The only thing that they came away with was a little more insight on Dom’s coming of possession of the wrist-worn EMAD.  It was a little unsettling.  Host and Invader made their way back, avoiding the small area where the Sheriff and Harold Benkin were. 
	Up a slight hill and then along the broken edge of landscape encircling a small beach below they came upon a curiosity—a tallow headed boy about 8 or so was poking his head up thru a discarded television box.  He was smiling, beaming, and bright eyed in the waning afternoon sun.  
	There was more to it than met the eye (of Allison), though.
	With help from Dom the Invader—
	Inside the box was another boy, also 8-ish.
	Both boys were nice looking fellows and each had their “fellow” out of their pants.  The boy standing had his pants (and tidy whiteys) down at his ankles.  The second boy was SUCKING on the standing boy’s fellow!  He was doing a fine job of it, too; caressing his friend’s bare ass and fully suck-suck-sucking cock.
	After a minute or so, “My turn!” he said gleefully. 
	The first boy ducked down inside the box, giggling, playing with his fresh sucked pud.  The second boy stood, poked his head out and looked all around smiling—and then reeling as his friend began sucking him.
	A pair of teens were making out in a small almost hidden alcove just above the beach.  They had both shucked their clothes and were hard at it with the girl on top.  With Dom’s help keeping Ally “unseen”, Ally was able to get “up close and personal” to see the penetration aspect of the teens’ sex.

	There was more.
	Like the lone scraggly man sitting in a lounge chair, NAKED as the day he was born, jacking off.  He had long straggly hair, a hairy body, and a so-so dick to play with—but he was playing with it!  
	The wind buffeted him up from the beach and ocean below; sitting in his lounge chair the straggly cagy man paid no mind to the birds circling him or if anyone was on the beach or on the trail behind him.  He wore red tennis shoes only.
	Allison and Dom moved on.
	‘I gotta pee.’ Ally announced.
	‘ok.’
	Allison made for the trail leading down to the small parking lot where a bathroom shed was.  One car was on the small lot but no one seemed to be in it.  Allison nearly tripped on the deep sand as she left the trail and made the crossing to the bathroom.  Inside was dank and dark, littered with toilet paper and horrendous smells.
	‘lovely.’
	Ally pushed her pants and panties just to her knees and made her bladder gladder.  She farted, too, adding to the “smells” lingering in the dankness.
	After the pee and accompanying “wipe” Ally quickly scurried out of the bathroom.  Dom noted the lone car windows were “fogged” up, indicating that it was not unoccupied as thought before.
	In the backseat was a teenage girl approx. fifteen or so with a boy who was a little older.  Both were naked and deeply involved in that that was sex.  The girl was on top.  With the fogged windows, though, absolute viewing of penetration was not possible.
	They moved on.

	They moved along the narrow beach-access road to the main road where they would catch the cross-town city bus and then the regular bus back home.  ALONG THE WAY…
	Two youngsters happened to be wandering—unaccompanied, and lost.  Cute little tykes, seven years old each; the girl a pretty little blond, with incredible blue eyes, a sweet little face, and clad in a dress that the wind kept whipping up to reveal her tight snug fitting purple panties.

	The little boy wore short britches and sandals, but was well groomed, dark hair, dark eyes, and as sweet as plum!  The two wandered all about the beach brush, sand dunes, and the like playing—wandering further and further from as it turned out—the lone car where their siblings were making out.
	It was the boy’s sister who was on top of the girl’s brother in the car.
	‘I see opportunity.’
	‘Whattya mean?’
	Dom smiled, ‘just a little play.’
	Allison checked her watch, ‘We really don’t have time for this.’
	‘please?’
	Dom shocked her with his “please” request.
	‘Well, ok, I guess, just a little.’
	Dom smiled again…

	The little girl was named Abby.  The little boy was Addam.
	They were friends, due in part that their older sibs were boyfriend/girlfriend.  Addam was actually almost eight, but there was something a little wrong with him—not mentally retarded, not autistic, not challenged mentally, but close.  He had a very sweet smile, perfect straight white teeth, and all kinds of charm.  All kinds.
	Dom easily swept them with his narly mind powers and down into a small ravine and behind a great boulder to be out of the ocean’s wind and prying happenstance eyes of the public.  Here Allison pulled down Addam’s short pants and then his underwear.  Right from the onset Allison was horny.  She loved young boys like Addam, even more than boys like Logan (and Brad, Mike, Chad, etc.)
	Ally toyed with Addam’s dick, squeezed his little nuggets, then went down on him.  The cock in her mouth was tasty and she engulfed it wholly; then began working her head back and forth as quickly as she could.  At a mere seven, almost eight, he was still far from cumming off.  Ally did have a slight desire for cum—as she did for all manners of sex, but on her terms.
	After sucking off the little boy—it was the little girl’s turn.
	Allison gently took her time undressing Abigail—mostly for her Invader’s benefit.  ‘take the panties down s-l-o-w-l-y.’ he said.  Allison did so and the child was nude.  Dom moaned a groan and Ally felt a strange uniqueness between her legs—regarding sex.
	‘lick her out.’
	Ally had no problem with this, she liked girls as much as boys.

	The little girl had a lovely little poon—clean but damp.  Ally licked to her delight—and to Dom’s.  Learned from Dom she engulfed the whole of Abby’s cunt, drove her tongue into the poon and breathed hard into it.  Little Abby with her mind locked only reacted mildly so.
	‘take your clothes off.’
	Ally held back momentarily, looked around for security’s sake, then began peeling out of her clothes.  She said nothing, thought nothing.  There was some excitement about undressing in such an exposed open place—the risk factor notwithstanding.  She knew she couldn’t handle being caught, that would be bad—very bad.  Being caught naked with two mind locked naked children would be the end of her.   But, with Dom as her backup emergency plan—capable of mindblasting any snoopers or rendering her invisible allowed her to freely submit to Dom’s will and desires.
	With Abigail younger and much smaller it was Ally who laid out on the clothing and positioned the little girl on her.  With her hands on the girl’s ass/hips they scissor fucked.  It was clumsily done but it was done—Abby banged her young hairless snatch against Allison’s fur burger and both Ally and Dom were invigorated (sexually speaking).
	Soon Dom was able to manipulate more of Abigail’s mind having her submit to the act of performing sex (acts) on Allison; oral sex was first, then much ado about finger exploring followed by more pussy pounding.  Dom felt as much of the sexual romp as did his host, it was like he could feel his cock going into the girl’s quim.
	Allison soon brought Abby up to sit on her face; young Addam came to prod Allison’s cunt and fuck her proper.  The boy leaned down to kiss Abby’s ass and soon the girl was turned about so as the boy could lick out her pussy.
	‘have you seen your sister naked?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘recently?’
	‘Yes.’
	Hmmmm  
	Apparently, young nearly eight year old Addam was not too naïve as appearances perceived him to be.  Young Addam Cordolla had several remote control machines—none were mind altering but they were equipped with spy scopes, infra red devices, night vision, stealth mode operation, and zoom features.
	Some machines were “robotic”, others were monster trucks, race cars, and even snakes!  (the “snake” was slithered in the ceiling vent where it could easily look down into his sister’s room and spy-spy-spy.)

	‘does your sister see YOU naked?’
	‘Sometimes.’
	‘does your sister play with you pee-pee?’
	‘No.’
	‘would you like her to?’
	Addamn shrugged his thought, he wasn’t sure.  His pee-pee DID get curiously strange and weird on him when he spied on her naked…
	‘have you seen Abigail naked?’
	‘Just where she pees from.’
	‘does she let you see her there?’
	‘Yes.’
	After young Addam had licked his fill of Abigail it was time to kick it up a notch.  
	‘you’re going to have to help them.’ Dom said to Ally.
	Ally was in agreement, excited, curious, and a tad bit horny.
	Abigail was laid out on clothes, her cunny fingered-fingered-and fingered some more.  For Allison, it DID feel as if though she had a dick!  It was very strange and way weird.  Then she helped position young Addam onto the girl, placed his dinky against the girl’s cunt entrance and slowly helped guide him for insertion.
	Abigail was a virgin—applicable word—was.  Addam’s eight year old cock wasn’t prime stiff and was a dinky dinkus, but it DID penetrate the girl, met the resistance within and there was fucking in progress without much fret about it.  Very little blood coated Addam’s dick.  He happily humped and got into it.  Allison caressed his ass and Dom—orgasmed.

	Ally moaned; she rolled in the sand and struggled to maintain herself.  The sensation of sex was beyond comprehension, the sensation of having sex with an eight year old boy went even beyond that!  Young Addam fucked Allison and did a fine albeit clumsy job of it.  Allison didn’t mind the few times his willy slipped out, she was maximizing the act sensationally and relishing a full 110%.
	Dom, too.
	Little Addam didn’t “cum” when he tired of fucking, but he peed.
	Allison relished in that, too—Addam’s cock though dinky thrilled her to no end (although she did kinda sorta desire a BIGGER dick.)
	For at least half an hour they did frolic—Ally thoroughly enjoying herself; caressing the kids’ skin, sucking on their sex parts, having them pee on her and she squatting on their sweet faces and peeing on them.
	She also lightly spanked them and experienced another unique orgasm.  So much so was she thrilled by it she had Dom have them spank her.  She liked it—on her own terms.
	Then cast in the windy breezes were the kids’ names.
	Their siblings were calling for them.
	Fun time was over.
	Sorta.

	Dory Cordolla stood with her hands on her hips, the wind whipping her long dark brown hair all about her face; she was in a state of panic over her missing little brother.  Coming up the hill behind her was a disheveled  very worried Vance Tannis.  Both teens called out over and over for Abigail and Addam.
	‘come down the hill.’
	Dory looked to Vance, “Huh?”
	Vance looked to Dory, “What?”
	‘come down the hill—NOW!’
	Dory looked down the sandy hill choked with beach grass and bushes no one knew the names of; old eucalyptus trees dead and dying and friggin ancient; old logs and a giant boulder.  Vance slowly trotted down the hill.
	‘you fuck her in the ass?’
	‘No, she don’t like it there.’
	‘cum in her mouth?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘ever naughty with your little sister?’
	‘Yes.’ Preceded by and followed by a big embarrassed gulp.
	Images flashed in Ally’s mind revealing Vance surreptitiously fingering out his slumbering little sister.  He also did naughty with her while bathing her, wiping her when she was a toddler, and getting her to play with his cock as well as suck it when she was a wee lass—but not since she grew up some.
	‘you want to fuck her, don’t you—your little sister?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘In the mouth?’ Ally butted in.
	‘Yes.’
	‘In the ass?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘in the cunt?’
	There was a pause, Dom repeated his intrusive question.
	‘Yes.’

	‘What about the boy, your girlfriend’s brother?’
	‘What?’
	‘in his ass?’
	‘Not really.’
	‘you’d like to see him naked, fucking his sister, YOUR sister?’
	deep long pause, then a simple shrug—the boy had never thought of such a deed and needed time to mull it over.  Then,
	‘I-I guess so.’
	‘what about your brother (asking of Dory), would you have sex with him?’
	‘EWEWEW!’ which in laymans terms meant NO WAY!
	‘would you suck your brother’s dick if someone paid you?’
	‘Huh?’
	‘Would you watch your brother masturbate?’
	Long pause, then, ‘maybe.’ out of curiosity sake.
	‘would you watch your brother and boyfriend’s sister fuck fi you caught them at it?’
	It was too much to ask and Dory’s mind went into overload.
	Oh well, enough Q&A—on with the show!

	Down the hill out of sight Dory and Vance stripped off their clothes.  Ally marveled at Dom’s mind work—having the two teens be “aware” of their surroundings and what was going on—and unaware of Allison’s presence.  They, too, though, were “aware” that their minds were being besieged upon by the works of an EMAD.
	The two teens were not embarrassed to be naked in the other’s presence.  Nakey in public, though, was another matter—and naked in the presence of their sibling AND their sibling’s friend was something else, as well.
	But they had no choice.
	Vance stood gallantly before the naked Abby, circle jerking proudly.
	Dory lay on her backside on her clothes, legs open, fingering her fresh fucked gash while naked Addam stood before getting a better view of her than he did thru his super spy scope!
	Abigail placed her little fingers about her brother’s staff and helped in the jerking.  It only caused the horny teen to escalate his joy and spew fresh hot teen spunk onto the sweet girl’s face.  With Abby not of her own will she did not react as she normally would (ewewew!)

	Young Addam went down on his sister, laying his body on her—his puddling against her cunt.  The fucking commenced soon afterward with sister Dory 80 percent against the deed.  What was the sexual draw of the remaining 20 percent was the touch of the skin, disregarding the fact that it was her brother, disregarding the fact that it was a near eight year old boy, they were in public, and in mixed company.
	Dom was able to unravel that under certain secure conditions then, Dory might—MIGHT submit sexually with her brother; the percentage of acceptance increased as the boy’s age increased.  If he were say ten, eleven, or better yet twelve, then she would almost fifty percent readily have willing sex with him—so long as he wrapped his dick first.
	Dory clutched her brother’s ass, squeezing the soft warm cheeks as he grinded against her—in her.  The girl got into it and it was all good.  Little Addam was oblivious for the most part—only to be aware of the fact that he WAS screwing his sister at the last.
	For Vance, Abigail sucked his cock (after she got a face fuck).  When his dick was back to full stiff mode the little girl laid out on her clothes with her legs wide open.  The teenage horn dog went down on her licking happily in the full knowledge that it WAS his sister he was eating out but somewhat oblivious to the fact that it was so public and his girlfriend was right behind him.
	Vance enjoyed his tonguing of Abby’s poon, he got into it and preferred it over tonguing out Dory’s cunt ‘cause it was hairy.  The sensation of smooth skin was tantalizing—very tantalizing.  
	In no way, though, was Vance going to penetrate Abby’s cunt.  He did splatter his cum all over her pussy and that was ok.  Afterwards, while he “rested”  Allison jumped in cleaning the spunk from Abby’s cunt as well as Vance’s prong.  Thereafter, she laid out herself to receive the horndog’s “dog” and that was good.  Damn good.

End play
	With Dory on her hands and knees, her young brother who had been dwelling in her poon for some time, swatted her.  Bare handed five nice hard boy smacks.  Then it was Abigail’s turn.  Her efforts left a little to be desired.  Vance took his turn and then oblivious to them all, Allison took her turn.  Then, 
	All stepped up to the ass of Dory and seemingly made anal intrusion.  It was weird—way weird.  It seemed like Ally WAS with a dick and WAS making entry.  She could just about SEE a cock in her hand—Dom’s cock.  It was weird—way weird.

	But she made the effort and to Dory it seemed as if though she were being pegged, too.  Ally “humped” and did herself feel something—as if SHE were the one with the dick.  The feelings Dom were experiencing were transferred to his Host.  It was unique and Ally somewhat got the inside skinny on male horniness.
	After fucking his all and then some, young Addam took his turn plugging his sister’s shitter.  Young Abby assumed the doggie style position and Dom went down on her, licking her ass, ass-hole, then fingering said hole until he was primed and ready.
	Abby whined some but accepted the schlong invading her asshole anyways—she didn’t have a choice.  The girl grabbed up handfuls of sand as the penetration was made—but there was no actual “cock” per se doing the penetrating.  But close counts…
	Ally felt the release of orgasm.  For the scant few seconds of orgasmic explosion it was intense—more than.  There were no words she could think of to describe the intensity of the ten second orgasm.  It had reached a pivotal apex, there was a shuddering body wide, and then a sudden explosion of unique sexual feelings she could only possibly compare to her own orgasms.  Then there was the sudden plummeting that ended it all.
	‘everyday—in the morning (when possible and can assuredly get away with it) you will suck your brother’s cock.’
	Dory slowly nodded her head accepting the new decree in her life.
	‘everyday, you will suck your brother’s cock.’ Same deal applied as above—when applicable, possible, and assurance of security—Abigail would gleefully wrap her sweet lips around her brother’s pole and suck him off.
	‘everyday, you will lick your sister’s cunt.’
	‘everyday, you will lick you sister’s cunt.’
	Vance and Addam nodded their heads that they understand.
	And at least once a day when possible, Addam would “hook-up” with his sister and fuck her.  And if possible, would do the same to Abigail.  Dory would service Vance’s prong, suck his balls and drain his dick.
	‘anything you want to add?’ 
	Allison mulled it over then transferred her thoughts to Dom.
	‘good one.’  ‘Ahem, everyday, you will spank your sister’s ass; and when she is at the point where she cant stand it (or in visible distress) fuck her asshole.’
	‘something for the girls?’
	Ally smiled and…
	‘everyday, you will squat over your brother’s face, and pee on him!’

*

	The trek home was uneventful—surprisingly.  Allison had a lot to think over and her Invader had apparently gone to sleep.  Once home Ally took a long hot soak in the tub then crashed on her bed.  She awoke only when there was the need to pee.  After a good long pee her stomach growled “FEED ME!”
	Merging into the hallway she saw her parents’ bedroom door open askew.  Pausing shortly first she then moved stealthfully across to the door to peer in.
	‘That son-of-a-bitch!’
	On the bed was her step-Daddy with precious little Ashley on him.  He was dressed, but Ashely’s had a skirt outfit on, the skirt was hiked up over her waist and her lavender panties were down at her knees.  Dan’s hand lightly caressing the girl’s bare ass.
	‘hmmmm,’ mulled Dom, ‘where’s that camera?’

	The Plan was to have Allison an unwilling participant in Dan Thomas’ naughty pursuit of sexual conquest of her body.  Ally was only partially enthused by the deed but if it would for certainty get the bastard out of the house—then she was for it.  Sort of.
	On the camera was depicted young thirteen year old Allison Carleen Frranklin-Thomas.  She was naked and secured to a bed via leather restraints; her mouth was gagged, her legs were splayed out also secured at the ankles to the bed frame.  Step-Daddy Dan was naked eating her pussy out.
	Minutes later and he was on top of her, the camera zooming in to show actually penetration of his cock into her pussy.  It went all the way in and went pounding for four minutes before cumming off.  Gobs and gobs of his cum rivered out of her pussy.  Dan then slid up her body, dragging his wicked cock against her, dragging his balls, all the way up to her titties where he titty fucked her until he was hard again.
	When hard again, he removed the gag from her mouth and made her suck him.  It was clear that Allison wasn’t willing, she was in a fright, shook and tried not to accept the hellish demonic dong but had no choice.  All the way into her mouth it went and two minutes later she was sputtering his cum.

	But wait!  There’s more!
	A new scene on the camera had Allison across her own bed being spanked.  Firstly by bare hands and then a leather belt.  Dan was nude, too.  After bring Ally to extreme distress he promptly stuffed her with his cock and fucked five minutes, continuing to spank her all the while.
	The scene cut out in a fade to reveal another new scene—this one simply Ally on her knees, hands tied behind her back, naked, with naked Dan before her jacking off onto her face.  When her face was literally coated in his cum, he face fucked her and made her suck his cock.
	Gobs of cum stains also adorned little Ashley, from her pussy to her sweet angelic face—gobs and gobs of her Daddy’s cum coated her.  Dan also was seen with his manhood into the little girl’s mouth filling her mouth until she was gagging and cum was shooting out of her nostrils.
	Turning the child over, positioning her on her hands and knees Daddy Dan licked out her asshole, spanked her—but not hard, then probed her hole with his finger before poking it with his cock.
	Mike was involved, too—showering with an obvious mind blitzed Allison AND Ashley.  Both men peed on the girls as well as took turns sodomized Allison (while still in the shower.)
	And while still in the shower—for added shock value; the two men showered each other, played with the other’s cock, and then sucked one another off.
	(Allison wasn’t too into that last bit—it grossed her out.  But she understood the “shock value” thing and let it be.)
	The use of the EMAD was prevalently seen to be in use as naked Allison and Ashley slurped Dan’s schlong, his balls, and received copious amounts of his jiz all over the faces and bodies.  Dan and Mike double teamed Allison.  Mike put his face into Ashley’s butt and licked-licked-licked until he was orgasming.  He showered the mind blitzed child with his cum—all over her ass, pussy, and then her face.  And Allison, also with an apparently blitzed mind, licked the cum off the child in those places.
	According to the time stamp on the camera—it was a daily thing for the girls—to suck Dan’s cock before going to school.  Dan’s manly member creamed the girls all the while apparently their Mother was asleep in her bed.  All the naughty action taking place in the kitchen.
	Each girl in turn took Dan’s cock, worked it, sucked it, sucked his balls, and got a face full of ejaculate for their troubles.  Then, stripping off their clothes, pajamas or regular day clothes, they laid out on the breakfast table, legs open.  Dan licked out their young cunnies then put his cock into Allison—just up against Ashley’s pussy, though.

	Allison soon began to complain to her mother of headaches.
	Ashley complained of nightmares but couldn’t describe them.
	Then one fine day with the family home, Allison was helping her Mom clean her room—the parental unit room.  It was, of course, instigated by Dom’s influence.  Allison had queried to Dom why not simply implant images of Dan molesting instead of the manner in which she had to degrade herself.
	‘evidence.’  Hard evidence was needed for the conviction.
	Ah.
	While cleaning behind the large dresser, Allison pulled out for her Mom to see a high-tech camera tucked behind the dresser in a special hidden compartment.  Allison turned the unit on as her Mom approached having never seen the camera before.
	Allison shrieked and dropped the camera backing up.  She coulda been an actress!  She fell against the wall trembling in shocked fear; her Mom picked up the camera and stared hard at the first scene on the camera’s 3-inch view screen:  naked Dan with his cock in Ashley’s mouth.
	Allison’s Mom lost her ability to breath.  She clicked the button to advance to the next still shot, finding her bio daughter tied up and naked with Dan straddling her, cum shooting out of his dick splattering onto her face.
	In the next scene, Ally was still tied up, gagged, turned on her side so as Dan and his friend Mike could double team her.  The next scene had Dan’s dick in Allison’s cunt while Mike had his dick in Ashley’s mouth.
	Bad timing on Dan’s part.  He came in to see what the shrieking was about and Carol, Ally’s Mom, flew into in a rage unknown to mankind.  The rage so fierce that the man was pushed out into the hallway and then sent hurling down the stairs.  
	‘call the cops, NOW!’ Dom suggested.
	Carol was too pissed to care if her new hubby was alright, he was alive as he lay at the bottom of the stairs twitching, moaning, with a couple fractures her and a couple fractures there.
	At the top of the stairs Carol lost it, collapsed to the floor freaking out in place.  It scared Allison—this may have gone too far.  In a way it had, but too late to fix.  Cops and news media had descended upon the Thomas home and it was a done deal.  The broken body of Dan Thomas was carted away to the hospital—never to be seen by public eyes again.  (Mike, too, was promptly and quickly arrested to join him.)

	Carol and the girls went to a different hospital.  It was chaos for a few days; doctors, exams, counseling, and settling down to accept what had happened.  Ashley fared decently, she only had mild vague images of the abuse, it was assumed that she was the most heavily under the influence of drugs and the EMAD.
	Allison recalled it all but had gaps in places.  For a time she had to continue to “play” along and despise her Mom, it was the psychological thing to do.
	They remained hospitalized and then in a special home before going home.  On the night before they were to go home—Allison was up in the bathroom for her nightly pee.  She detested taking the various prescribed drugs to help her sleep and be less psychotic over her ordeal.  She had to hold herself together to keep the “truth” to herself.
	After he pee she stood facing the mirror.
	And for the first time—she saw just herself.
	‘Dom?’
	There was no answer.
	‘Oh shit.’
	Dom was gone.