August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 39
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
Part VI

Come see, Come Saw, Come all over the place…
	‘thru these halls walk tomorrow’s future’
	So it was etched in stone over the entrance to a grand private school for girls.  A huge stone wall encircled the grounds, huge magnificent trees dotted the interior landscape.  Well manicured lawns, bushes, and flowers made the established more of a rustic mansion than a home for affluent studies.
	There were several buildings; halls of study, administration, eating, playing, and living.  There was no particular place of interest, it was late anyhow—way after bedtime and time for all good girls to be in bed.  (that left the BAD girls to be up and around…)
	Of curious interest were three girls lined up against a great oaken desk in something of an office.  The office was down a long-long hallway, adorning the walls were certificates of achievement from various higher education institutions, decorations and awards.  Also plaques and degrees suggesting that the occupant of the office was someone who had something of an education commensurate with the level of being an administrator of some caliber.
	The first girl had long stringy straight blond hair.  She had nice small pomegranate sized titties contained in a tight red gym knit shirt.  It was pulled up to reveal the absence of a bra.  The girl’s black knit shorts were at her knees, along with her white panties.
	The second girl had dark hair, worn short to just covering her ears.  She wore a two-piece pajama set, the pajama bottoms were down at her ankles, her panties just passed her ass.
	The third girl was in her private school uniform; the red plaid skirt was hiked up over her waist with her panties still in place; but her white blouse was open and there was no bra.  
	A man in his middle years stood behind the girls in gray grym shorts and a sweaty gray teeshirt.  He bore a large diameter paddle in one hand, a raging boner between his legs.  The man firstly caressed the blond haired girl’s ass before applying the paddle.  All three girls jumped as the paddle landed with a resounding SMACK!  The girls all began to whimper and clench tightly to the rim of the desk they were poised against.
	Another SMACK to the ass, then some caressing.  The man pried the first girl’s ass open, peered at her hole and looked “hungry.”  Then, patting the ass he brought the paddle to her ass and moved it around the cheeks before SMACKING against the bare flesh as hard as he possibly could.
	The girl nearly ripped the rim of the desk off.  She made one outlandish shriek, twisted and arched her body in an odd contortion.  The paddle smoothed her ass and the man stooped over to push her panties on down to her ankles.
	The second girl, of dark hair and in pajamas had begun to pee along with weeping.  The trickle of urine was evident, the Disciplinarian saw the trickle and the puddle.  He gouged himself and brought the paddle hard against the teen girl’s ass.  All the girls were teenage, approx. fifteen to be exact.
	Pajama girl shrieked and did bring her hands back to her searing ass.  This was a major no-no and she was smacked bare handed firstly, the man gouging his fingers into her crack before smacking her ass with the paddle once; then bringing into play a cane.
	The other two girls seriously began to wail.
	Pajama girl twisted her body, stamped her feet and reeled in the beating.  The girl beside her in the red plaid skirt also began to pee.  Emotions ran high as the threesome endured severe discipline at a quarter to midnight.
	Just before blood was drawn on Pajama girl’s ass, the canning ceased.  Mr. Discipline assessed the third girl’s ass, smoothing his hand over her pink panties still covering her ass.  He had her spread her legs with the cane beating her inside legs forcing her to part them.  The cane then went up directly between her legs and began moving back and forth.  The panty was well soaked with urine.  Mr. D’s cock had slipped out if its containment and was hard and large.  None of the three girls dared look behind them; they had been caught smoking and up after hours out of their dorm room.
	Sarah Shane clenched as her panties were moved down her legs.  She tried in vain to hold back her need to pee but when the paddle swatted her she just let it all go.  The paddle hit her three more times before stopping.  Mr. D stepped up behind her pressing his cock against her burning flesh.

	For three agonizing minutes did Sarah Shane “receive” extra discipline of Mr. Demont’s dick.  His 7-incher went all the way into the girl’s hole and pumped tenaciously those three minutes.  Then he came.  A great gusher of hot love juice filled the tortured girl’s rectum.  She lay across his desk clutching the other side and whimpering.
	“Take your underwear,” said the man stepping back and masturbating himself, “and clean up your mess.”
	The poor bedraggled girl trembled and could hardly move.  Demont picked up a handy-dandy washrag and cleaned his Little Mister off, prepping it for the next girl.
	Sarah came off the desk, stepped out of her soaked panties and mopped up her personal “puddle.”
	“Put ‘em back on.”
	Sarah wasn’t too keen on that notion, but did so and stood up as she completed the task.
	“Good,” said Mr. Demont, “now you keep them on all night, and all day tomorrow.  Come see me before Lights Out and we’ll see about changing them.”
	Amberly Huggins was the girl in the middle.  She was told to “lay across the desk” like Sarah had been told and she did so.  Her cheeks were spread and her virgin poop chute made it difficult for Demont to enter her.  Amberly, too, clenched her hole to make it even more difficult.  No matter, there were ways…
	While Sarah stood watching—trembling and watching in wet piss soaked panties, Demont lathered up his cock with a special cock gel, then applied a bit to Amberly’s asshole; then, “let the butt fucking begin!”

	Marla Yorx took Mr. D’s dick while on her backside, holding her own legs back.  Sarah and Amberly stood shoulder to shoulder clad only in their soaked panties watching in horror.  Their asses still stung from the beating but hopefully—hopefully, it was over.
	Marla made grunting sounds as her asshole was pegged.  She was fourteen and not fifteen like the other two.  Her titties were fifteen, her pussy was shaven cleanly, and she LOOKED sixteen!  She cried out as her asshole was filled to capacity and Mr. D began to seriously sodomize.  As he strove hard to get his nut the young teen he fucked went ballistic and began once more to contort oddly.
	At the five minute mark, Mark Demont came.

	It was obvious their tormentor was wrecked, not as wrecked as the girls he had disciplined and fucked in the ass, but he was spent and then some.  He managed to keep himself together, he stood with cum dripping from his cock, a long strand there was from his piss slit and Marla’s asshole.  The hapless girl virtually was melted onto the table.  She heaved and lay breathing sporadically unable to move.
	Mark Demont wiped his cock clean and stood stark nude before the other two, “remember what I said, “you keep your panties on, come see me before LO tomorrow”, got it?”
	The girls nodded.
	“And you,” directing attention to Marla, “I get to keep these,” he said plucking up the girl’s dry panties from the floor, “and you don’t get to wear any until I tell you that you can.  Understand?”
	Marla heaved but nodded that she understood.
	The girls gathered themselves and walked back to their dorm rooms with Mr. D escorting them.  Marla’s room was first, 2nd floor, East Wing, five minute walk from his office.  Sarah and Amberly shared a room, 3nd floor, East Wing Annex.

	Again, Time was meaningless; there was no LAG time and no “in between time.”  There was seguing from one moment of time to the next.  It was one of those “the next thing you knew was…”
	The next thing was…it was daylight, mid morning, three hours from being noon.  Outside the East Wing was a tranquil beauty; birds in the trees, bees in the flowers, sounds of reverberating swats in the air…
	On the 1rst floor of East Wing were two girls standing outside a closed door.  And although the door was closed, what was going on within was very clear.  The two girls clenched each time they heard the reverberating swat land home.  One girl was approx. thirteen while the other was a mere eleven.
	Three more incredible hard smacks followed by an enduring five minutes of silence.  The door then opened and a girl about twelve stepped out clutching her clothes; strangely, she was in her panties.  She clutched the rest of her clothes to her bare chest; her face streaked with tears; she shook and shuddered, neck muscles as tight as possible.
	“Go to class.” she was told by the administrator.  The young terrified girl nodded and walked briskly down the hall to the double glass doors.  She didn’t dress until beyond the doors in the four-way foyer corridor.
	Mr. Hahmond smiled at the girls in waiting, held the door open with his body and waved his hand.  Tiffany and Anna timidly stepped inside…

	Mr. Hahmond was a tall man, in his 60s, well defined, dressed, and English.  He had the classification of Dean of Student Affairs.  Also on the wall were certificates giving him accreditation as a Sociology Professor, English Instructor, and something to do with handrails (barrister).
	The office was as big as Mr. Demont’s; but more organized with cherry wood files, bookscases, and bust statues of Mozart, Niche, and Shakespeare.  There was one great window behind the desk, but it was closed and had a heavy green curtain concealing it.
	Tiffany and Anna stood shoulder to shoulder trembling in place.
	Picking up a clipboard from his desk the refined distinguished instructor mused over his findings.
	“This week, Ms. Joy, you have been tardy to Mr. Rowen’s class three times, the third time you were as late as ten minutes!”
	“I couldn’t help it,” cried Tiffany (Joy), my pen leaked all over my papers; I couldn’t get into the bathroom ‘cause Jamie and Jessica were hogging--”
	“Tut-tut!” warned Mr. Hahmond, “There is no room for excuses!”
	Tiffany shut up and held her hands forming fists.
	“Ms. Darling, the papers you have in your possession were not yours?”
	“Y-yes, sir,” Anna replied nervously, “Jenna Schlotz said I should hold them for her ‘cause she had too many and didn’t want to get them confused so I said ok.  I didn’t look at them, I didn’t know they were answer sheets, honest!”
	“Ms. Scholtz has already been disciplined for her actions; you should have noted that those papers were special and she should not have had them to possess.  You kept those papers three days before turning them in.”
	Jig was up.  Anna HAD looked at the papers—the three days gave her ample time copy down the Teacher’s Answer sheet and potentially pass it around thus corrupting the whole scheme of curricular exams.
	“Lower your clothing, please.”	
	Oh shit.
	There was nothing to do but to take it—those were the rules.
	Tiffany undone her non-official white jeans and pushed them down to her knees.  Anna stood in classic plaid skirt uniform; she bent over and began tugging down her knickers.
	Mr. Hahmond licked his lips, flared his nostrils, cocked his head and eyed the girl’s appearing naked bum.  Anna paused pushing her panties to just her knees.
	“All the way down, please.” Mr. Hahmond said.

	Anna sunk, whimpered slightly, then pushed her panties on down to her ankles.  Mr. Hahmond smiled, nodded, and had a major piece o’ wood in his gray slacks!
	Tiffany stared as the instrument of Mr. Hahmond’s discipline was brought into view.  It was a long handled paddle with a long application surface; the handle was twelve inches long, rounded and wrapped in steering wheel leather.  The application surface was narrow; four inches across and twenty inches long; 1-inch thick.  It was made of ash and alder with small holes in the center; laminated in between the ash and alder was a thin strip of metal.  A metal rod was in the center of the handle attached by rivets to the surface.  It made for a very firm unyielding piece of discipline.	
	The girls began to wail long before the paddling begun.

	Tiffany took to orbit around Uranus as the paddle smacked her panty clad ass.  Like Marla, Amberly, and Sarah, she clutched the rim of the wooden desk tightly keeping her earthly bound.  The next swat although given in the same respect as the first, sent the poor girl hurtling into the rings of Saturn.
	The young girl began to break down, twisting and arching her back as the stings of discipline did not thrill her.  Beside her, Anna wailed, cringed, and peed.
	Three more horrific swats there were before the swatting stopped.  Mr. Hahmond then pushed down Tiffany’s panties, examined her severely reddened ass, then smoothed his hand over the burning flesh.
	Stepping two steps closer to the already distraught Anna, Mr. Hahmond hiked up the girl’s skirt, held it in place and let fly the first smack.
	Anna crashed into Tiffany as they flung around the moons of Jupiter.

	Completely nude the tortured girls stood before Mr. Hahmond and watched as from out of his gray slacks came his aged penis.  It was long, hard, and the head was already soiled with cum.  Hahmond stroked his plonker, smiled and nodded to the first girl, Tiffany.
	Tiffany gulped but scooted forward the two steps required to be close, with her hands behind her caressing her seared bum, she leaned down, closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
	Mr. Hahmond made a sexually pleasing moan as nearly the full length of his johnny made oral entry.  Although a cock in her mouth was disgusting, the thirteen year old knew it was better than being paddle spanked.

	After almost an eternity it seemed like a gallon of Mr. Hahmond’s ooze oozed into Tiffany’s mouth.  The girl was grossed (although it was not her first time.)  Mr. H held the girl’s head firmly while he continued to ejaculate into her, converying to her a stern warning not to spit out the goo but to swallow it.
	It grossed the poor hapless girl out even more—and it wasn’t her first time.  She winced, made a face, then gulped the sperm and totally drained the administrator’s cock (balls.)
	Afterwards the man humped her face a bit squirting a little more of his juices into her hair.  Meanwhile she suckled on his balls and endured the humility of the act.
	Afterwards, eleven year old Anna was directed to sit on the desk and lay down, her legs dangling off the edge and her coochie visible for all to see.  Mr. Hahmond gouged the child’s cunt with his softening cock, running the cum soaked head up and down the non-virginal entrance and being very amused by it.
	Anna flailed about some, tightening her cunny in anticipation.
	Tiffany stood at the girl’s head wringing her hands together watching.
	Mr. Hahmond had to take as many as five minutes before his cum squirter was hard enough to make the insertion.  The bell-end of his cock disappeared into the girl’s quim; she clutched the ridge of the desk and prepared herself (mentally) for the act.  Mr. Hahmon lifted her legs, placing them up along his chest, leaned in and drove his cock in a powerful thrust inward.
	When Anna began to scream in distress, Tiffany came and sat on the girl’s face having Anna thusly therefore scream into Tiffany poon.  Anna was not in painful distress but it was just the unmitigated gall of being raped that annoyed her.  There, too, was the overwhelming undeniable pleasure of getting fucked.  The act was so incredible that she couldn’t stand it—it was either accept it and enjoy it or otherwise deny it.  She teetered on the fine edge of acceptance and denial—not wanting to be submissive and become a school slut.
	Hahmond pulled out and humped the girl’s gash, having Tiffany come down Anna’s young body and suck his dick while it was out and accessible.  Anna had to clutch Tiffany’s ass and lick her pussy during this time.  Then it was back to breathing hard into Tiffany’s cunt as the administrator shoved his meatstick back into her body.

	Tiffany got the sex ed of a life time as she watched Mr.Hahmond’s cock slide in and out—fully out a few times during the seven minute fuck—and each time it was out she sucked it.  Soon there was cum jutting from the man’s cock; great slathers coating his shaft and then his 65 year old balls.  There were more juices, too, mixed juices that pooled ‘neath Anna’s ass.

*

	In “D” Wing, actually a level below, more narly business was at hand.
	A midlevel teenage girl was positioned over an ottoman, nude.  Her feet were spread out, her hands on markers on the other side of the footrest.  She had a nice trim body, shaven non-virginal poon, and had committed some offense or another as she was being lashed mercilessly with a cane from a man in gray gym shorts.
	Bruises and broken skin were beginning to appear on the girl’s ass, the fifteen year old sobbed and begged during her “correction.”  The man bearing the cane paid little attention to her but did stop before there was significant blood flow.  The man was exhausted, too.  He paused only momentarily; bringing the cane vertically he began smacking the girl’s crack.

	Down a large open hall to a communal shower there were three teenage girls; a blond, brunette, and redhead; 15, 14, 12 yrs young, naked; hands bound behind them, on their knees.  Before them were four men, equally naked.  One man masturbated shooting gobs of cum onto the redhead’s face while the other men merely urinated onto the other girls.

	Two teen girls sat facing one another, clothed in their panties only; the room was small, cinderblock walls, concrete floor with throw rugs for comfort—no furniture and a low light covered light for light.  The room was smoky—but that was due to the fact that the two girls were smoking, cigarettes.  One after another, as soon as one ciggy was smoked up then they had to take out another from a pack and smoke it.  Two men in casual dress clothing were with the girls insuring that they smoked the entire two packs of cigarettes that they had been caught with.
	A spanking would follow.
	
	A fifteen year old girl on her hands and knees, nude, sucked off on a boy who was about twelve.  The boy was nude, too, and he seemed most bewildered by what was going on.  

	Behind the girl was a partially clothed man; he wore a teeshirt.  Not only was he slinging a massive banana-like cock but he bore a ping-pong paddle.  As the girl sucked the boy’s dick she was swatted.  Her ass was nice and gyrated all about turning a bright-bright red.  While she sucked (and was spanked) she fingered herself, too!

Hidden Badges of Merit
	There were many badges of merit any one boy scout could achieve in his goal to attain top honors of recognition.  Among them; American Business, Backpacking, Bird study, Camping, Family Life, Gardening, Indian Lore, Oceanography, Painting, Railroading, Safety, Theater, Wilderness Survival, and Woodwork.
	For Advanced Scouts there was Muff Diving 101; Backdoor Banditry; Virgin Busting; Cunnilingus 1A—prerequisite Muff Diving 101; Spanking; Oral & Anal Sex 1-1A; Farting; Master Bator; Identifying Cum Stains; Mutual Stimulation; Panties; and Water Sports.
	There, too, were some secretive advanced techniques that a scout could learn—Stalking; Drugging; Kidnapping; Mind Works w/Electronic Devices; Binding & Gagging, Rape; Torture; Branding; Castration and other Mutilations; and a few others--secretive, of course.
	In another area of the lower level of the private school there were some scouts milling around in a room void of furniture.  They were all in various stages of dress—some were nude already, some were getting in the process of being nude.  Most had hard-ons already in the anticipation of what was to cum…
	Three men were with the boys, also in various stages of dress…
	Once everyone was nude, the acquisition of Alternate Merit Badges began.  The boys were eager—as were the men with them.  Lots of giddiness as the boys age eleven and twelve anticipated their higher learning.  
	Throughout the lower level (dungeon) the lighting was dim—mostly just for “effect.”  There were no torches, but recessed lighting turned dim.  There, too, were no rats or other assorted vermin common to “dungeon” settings of yore, smooth clean cinderblocks walls with concrete flooring.  There were many “rooms” partitioned off by brick walls or wood framed walls with sound insulation.  The air was circulated by fans with fresh brought in by vents—stale funky air sucked out by vents, too.
	There were some rooms with torture devices, some were of the common variety like The Rack, Breast Ripper, the Pear, Pinwheel, Whips, and electronics.

	The Rack was where victims were laid out, arms and legs stretched out to the end corners; then a phallic of some size and length was invariably inserted into the victim’s asshole; sometimes, too, the victim’s breasts were tied with rope so as to enlarge said breasts—clips, too, were sometimes used to add even more torture to the victim depending upon her offense.  The victim then was raped, sometimes repeatedly and if possible, not allowed to experience an orgasm herself.
	The Breasts Ripper did not imply that it RIPPED the breasts from the victim—that was in those days of yore; in the private school dungeon, the Breast Ripper used was of a metal device whereas a metal strap went around the victim’s breasts—the strap was attached with a long handle so as the Punisher-Administrator could apply pressure.  The Ripper was often heated or frozen; then twisted on the victim’s breasts.  Some Rippers were adjustable so as the operator could squeeze the breasts thus agonizing the retched even more.
	The Pear was an interesting device—made of metal and shaped like a pear it inserted into the anus, vagina, or even the mouth.  The handle had a knob that twisted and thusly opened the pear once inside the orifice.  There were no “spikes” of fork prongs like on the original Pears (in days of yore) but the pressure was most uncomfortable—usually used on those girls who were caught having sex with boys from a private school for boys not far away or with another girl.
	The Pinwheel.  This nifty item was much like a pizza cutter wheel, but the points were more defined.  If enough pressure applied there would be blood drawn, but usually the device was for inflicting teasing pain and not actually torturistic pain.  The wheel was usually drawn about the sensitive area of the vagina, repeatedly, creating unique sensations most associated with sexual excitement.  Used on those young girls who were caught masturbating.  The use of the Pin Wheel torture often caused the girl delirium ten-fold as she was usually on the Rack (see above) and not allowed to frig herself.  The girl then would submit to sexual activity with the administrating staff.
	Whips were used in conjunction with the Canes, Belts, and various paddle adaptations.  Most girls were only taken to the brink of having their skin ripped.  Most were bruised on the buttocks, backside, thighs, vagina area and breasts.  Some girls, too, were branded on those areas, including the bottoms of the feet.  Those girls were some of the school’s most extreme students who “bucked” the system, were rowdy, undisciplined, unruly, and inciteful.   

	Electronic torture was another form of disciplining unruly students; clips were attached to the victim’s vagina—either her “lips” or clit (or both!) with other clips going to her tongue, nipples, and earlobes.  The clips had wires attached, the wires were attached to a box the size of an automobile battery.  The box was manually operated, this having a crank in which to generate a significant amount of stored energy.  Flipping a switch released the stored energy sending it thru the wires and thru the victim’s body.
	Electrifying! 
	The victim usually only needed one or two sessions before utter submission into accepting the normal way of life for a student at Grandeur School for Wayward Girls.
	With that said, on with the show!

	There were twelve boys, four were eleven years young, the rest were twelve with two almost thirteen.  As they left the Undressing Room they marched in a line down a dimly lit hall led by one of the Masters of Scouting.  At a large double door they paused; a polite tap on the door and it opened.
	Inside was even dimmer than outside.
	The boys came in but only so far.  As their eyes adjusted they saw before them on their knees four girls.  One girl of rich dark hair hung loosely to her shoulder had some nifty titties—torpedoes!  She had sullen looks, but that was due to being nude in the midst of boys and men.  She was all of a mere fourteen years young and had been caught cheating on an exam.
	Beside her was Yuri Nabola, she was from India; small and petite was her body, small roundish breasts with perky nipples.  Her offense was having food in her locker (hidden) along with a small stash of shrooms (psychedelic spores).
	Kathy Nashton was next; long honey blond hair, flat face, flat chest, fifteen years old.  Her first offense got her an ass whipping in the classroom; her second offense required a beating outside the classroom in an administrator’s office.  Her third offense got her on her knees alongside Yuri and Donna (the first girl.)
	Minn Lee-Chase had an instructor’s answer sheet in her possession, a pack of happy smoke, anal beads, and nude pictures of boys and girls fucking.  She said she was “just holding them” for a friend but wouldn’t divulge who the “friend” was—if there indeed was one.  It was surmised that there wasn’t and so her fate was to be nude alongside Kathy, Yuri, and Donna.

	The lead Master of Scouting stepped up to Donna.  The fourteen year old’s mouth hung open in shock and dismay.  Very minutely did she shake her head conveying that in no way was she going to submit.  But she was already nude, to get to the position she had been in she had already been publicly spanked, privately spanked, and submitted one way or another to sexual deviation.  
	The girl closed her eyes, her breathing increased and her neck muscles tightened.  Her emotions, though, where checked.  There was a sigh and an almost break down—but she formed her mouth conveying that she was “ready.”
	The lead Master of Scouting stroked his 40-something year old cock, aimed, and made gallant oral entry.  Donna choked, gagged, and sucked.  Her hands on her lap she was allowed certain freedoms—after being instructed that any outburst, out and out denial, refusal, flailing of arms would result in the last level of Corrective Measures.  In other words, the Decent to the Torture Chamber.  No girl of the school wanted to go there.
	Donna sucked.  She lightly fingered herself but offered no sign of enjoying the cock in her mouth.  The Master of Scouting caressed her pretty head, working it back and forth with just the right amount of pressure to the back of her head.  Occasionally he pulled out and face fucked her, stuffed the head of his glistening knob to her nose—then all over her face until a small “gong” was heard.
	Time was up.
	No matter, he side stepped to the next girl…
	There was no reprieve for Donna, for two minutes she had sucked and sucked, gotten her face fucked, her nose fucked, and then in the mouth for the remainder.  The man pulled out and she was gratefully thankful that he hadn’t cum in her.  Donna was not into the stuff that came out of a guy’s dick—that was gross.
	But then a boy was escorted up to her.  He was about twelve or so, bashful and shy, dark hair, looked a little American-Indian, and had a hard cock (uncut).  Another nude man was at his side, pushing him up to Donna with the conveyance of “suck his dick, too.”
	Donna saw that there were other boys in a line lingering in the darkness.  Just how many boys were there?  Closing her eyes, pursing her lips, she had regrets of her actions—cheating, caught cheating, having contraband, not walking the straight and narrow, everything.
	The “gong” sounded and the Master of Scouting stepped to Kathy.  
	Donna engulfed the American-Indian boy’s dick and sucked-sucked-sucked.

	It was Min Lee, the last girl in line, who received a flood of fresh hot spunk in the mouth from Master Scout Calvin Beemat.  The 44-year old man nearly melted as a bountiful amount of his jiz filled to capacity the young Chinese girl’s mouth.
	“Swallow it, or take Punishment.”
	Young Min Lee trembled, rubbed her already blistered ass, tightened her neck and endured swallowing the spunk.  It was gross and sickened her but somehow she managed to keep from throwing up.  Somehow.

	After three more boys moved down the line, sticking the dicks into the girls one at a time another Master Scout came along to take his turn.  Charles Varky was an African-American with a BIG dick.  Donna shook her head as the prospect of sucking such a monstrous cock was very unappealing.
	“It’s in the mouth or someplace else!” she was told by an Administrator looming out of the darkened shadows behind her.  The poor girl couldn’t imagine, either, taking such a monstrous cock to her pooper or pussy.  Slowly she opened her mouth…
	Twelve year old Davy Hough managed to unload his cum into fifteen year old Kathy Nashton.  It was the boy’s first orgasm.  It was Kathy’s first blowjob.  The boy liked it.  The girl—not so much.  She retched, gagged, and splurted some of the goo back out of her mouth coating Davy’s balls.
	That was ok, Min Lee would suck the boy’s balls clean and Kathy would get an extra spank before finally being allowed to go to bed.
	Varky heard the two-minute gong but was right at the pivotal point of ultimate glory.  He gave his all and it terrified Donna as she thought surely she would choke to death on his spunk.  And there was a lot of it, too.  As the girl wrestled trying to rear her head back from the monstrous dong, the Administrator behind her lashed her buttocks with a belt—hard and fast.  It caused the girl to swallow the spunk and keep her mouth about Varky’s cock.
	The black man, too, held the girl’s head, grinned to her incessantly and power-fucked her mouth until he got his all.  Donna splurted cum out her nose and was retching uncontrollably with cum dribbling all over her chin.
	The man slapped his cock against the distraught girl’s face, then sidestepped to the next girl in line, Yuri Nobola.  Another young scout stepped up to Donna, cock hard and ready.  Donna sighed, wilted, and still felt very ill.  She looked at the cock glaring at her, closed her eyes and took it in.

*

	After all the boys had gotten their schlongs sucked on by all four girls; it wasn’t over—not for the girls, not for the boys.  Master Scout Bill Cahill was last to get “serviced.”  He was already spewing spunk when he got into Donna’s mouth but held off until in Yuri Nobola’s mouth where a generous load of his liquid love filled her and sickened her.  He went on to Kathy and Min Lee where at the gong he went on as yet another delicious orgasm was at hand.
	After sickening out the young thirteen year old the scouts all disappeared into the gloom but it was assumed that they were still there.  The girls were told to stand up.  Two Administrators guided the girls from their kneeling place into the gloom at a supposed angle.  a partition accordion wall was pushed out of the way to reveal a room with four single beds.  The beds had basic mattresses and white bed sheets and a pillow.  On the walls were straps, leather belts, paddles of various sizes and types, and shackles.
	The heartbeats of the girls increased.  They tightened their bodies and waited not fully knowing what was in store for them.  
	“Lay down.” said one of the administrators.
	Donna felt the gentle “push” from the administrator closest to her.  shuffling her feet she slowly approached the bed, sighed, clenched herself and laid down on the bed.
	Yuri went next followed by Kathy and Min Lee.  Kathy wept.  The light in the partitioned room increased just enough to reveal the girls’ nude bodies.  Donna sighed deeply relaxing.  She stared up to the roughly hewn ceiling, her mind blank.  Cool soothing air brushed across her face and for a moment there was serenity.
	For a moment.
	Then in came the scouts, the boys and their Masters.
	‘oh shit!’

	In “A” Wing a girl of fourteen years stood in a corner with her knickers at her ankles, her uniform skirt hiked up—there was still significant evidence of a recent ass beating from an Instructor’s Ruler visible on her skin.  She stood clenching, sobbing, and breathing hard.  The rest of the class behind her continued their assignment in silence.

	There were others; with her panties at her ankles, a midlevel teen girl lay sprawled part way across a desk, her skirt pulled up, her pretty head turned to the blackboard while her Instructor wailed upon her bare ass the Instructor’s Ruler—repeatedly.  Each hard skin searing smack jolted the girl’s classmates.  The girl sobbed but otherwise remained silent—and if she would have done so while sitting at her desk she would not have had to endure the indignity of being spanked so.
	In an Instructor’s office at the end of the corridor of “A” Wing a one Mr. Hoggs got his jollies with a one Ms. Amber Thisen; a pretty girl of good stature—she was naked.  Her long brown hair bounced lightly on her bare shoulders as she sat on Mr. Hoggs’ lap.  The man gripped her bare ass tightly, holding her in place as his manly manhood masterfully managed her poon. 
	The girl bit her lips hard, clung to her lover and tantalized him even more so with her lovely young jiggling breasts.
	“Ooooooh—ooooooh,” exclaimed the girl, “I-I th-think—I-I’m c-cum-cuming!” and she was.  Their bodies meshed and the girl stopped jiggling all about while Hoggs’ cock squirted off up into her young teen pussy.  The fifteen year old girl ooohed and ahhed until the deed was done.  Hoggs’ let out a very satisfying sigh, his cock slipped out of the girl sopping wet snatch and Amber lay her head against his shoulder.

	There were others, “A” Wing, “B” Wing, the cafeteria, the gym, the living quarters, Instructor’s Offices, and virtually everywhere—girls from 12 years to eighteen were in some sort of turmoil or another; some were willing, but most were pressed into bearing their tender asses for disciplinary reasons.
	The Entity roamed the halls, paused to linger and lustfully observe the shenanigans at Grandeur School for Wayward Girls.  He was restless, the Entity, and having no apparent ability to interact he was frustrated.  He could neither communicate with anyone or invade.  Observation was one thing and that was grand, but actual participation in one form or another was grander!

*

Retribution is a mother…
	Surrounding Grandeur Boarding School were woods.  Lots of woods.  The Entity moved listlessly thru the woods that gave away the Season of being Fall.

	There were nothing to sense although it was obviously prevalent—the trees, the wildflowers, the birds singing, and breezes blowing.  There was, though, something of interest worthy of investigating if only for amusement.
	It was a strange scene to be sure—on the ground was a man, naked, with his hands outstretched above him with iron railroad spikes impaled thru the hands.  His legs were stretched out, too, but tied with heavy duty rope while simple sash cord rope was wrapped about his balls and cock.  His cock was hard—it had no choice, and the man appeared to be in some agony.
	But he wasn’t alone.
	Tied to a tree was another man in extreme peril; like the man on the ground, his cock and balls were tied with window sash cord—but with the addition of a glass tube small enough to be inserted into his penis.  His hands were tied tightly above him and around tree with a stake impaled into the tree so his hands could rest on the stake to keep him from slipping down.
	His feet were tied around the tree and he was in dire distress.  Mostly he expressed a great deal of pissed offedness.  In his mouth was a object similar to a ancient medieval Pear device; but this Pear did not expand but “clamped” instead.  A “pear” device WAS up the man’s asshole.  It was very uncomfortable.
	But so were the serious alligator clips attached to his nipples and balls.  He struggled in his dire predicament but that only cause him more distress—but he would not bend to the will of helplessness.
	And that was okay with the Mistress.
	The Mistress Vamp stood before her Slave, caressing his cock, fondling his tortured balls.  She was nude, she was striking, she was tall.  Long silky dark hair—not her natural color.  Ruby red lips, emerald green eyes; long painted fingernails that made papercut-like slits in his skin as she traveled up and down his rigid chest.
	Standing six foot three inches the woman was eye to eye with her Slave, “Carl”.  Carl seethed, tried to spit, wriggled, and was highly angered.  The Mistress was cool, she smiled and took long looks to her wriggling victim.  Five other naked vamps flanked the Mistress, it was an impressive scene and worthy of investigating.
	“My dear, Carl,” said the Mistress, “you’ve been a bad-bad boy.”
	“FUCK YOU, BITCH!” seethed the man despite his impairment.
	“Tsk tsk tsk,” smiled the Mistress, she clamped her fingers about the man’s cock—and squeezed.  Carl’s eyes bulged as the glass tube inserted into his manhood was broken.  Blood began to drip from the piss slit and the pain inflicted was beyond measure.

	From behind them the man on the ground groaned; his tongue had already been severed and tossed away.  He slung his head all about gagging on his blood.  
	“Caroline, would you please ease David’s pain?”
	“Yes, Mistress.” A young blond diminutive woman slipped from the group and walked nakedly in poised style to the hapless victim on the ground.  She squatted her shaven poon over the man’s erection and gently glided her cunt over the sensitive crown.
	David freaked in his agony, his cock (and balls) were wrapped in sash cord; his cock was hard from all the naked bitches, a popular drug for male impotence problems, and the sash cord forcing hardness.  He tried to scream his distress but with no tongue his words were choked in his blood.
	Caroline never let the man’s cock enter her, she merely glided her cunt against the super sensitive crown driving the poor man insane.
	“That’s enough, Caroline.” said the Mistress.
	“Yes, Mistress.” The young woman eased up from the tortured man, gave him a brief look then obediently scurried back to her place with her “sisters.”
	Carl continued to seethe his anger, unable to speak clearly anymore he was so pissed.  The Mistress looked into his face expressing nothing but a smile—the smile conveyed a great deal.  She was a vamp, and a whole lot more.  Her cool glare caused Carl to momentarily regret his wrongdoings against the Sisterhood of Agnes’ School of Discipline.  
	“What say you, Sisters; Guilty Yes or No?”
	“Yes.”
	“Yes.”
	“Yes.”
	“Yes.”
	“Yes.”
	The Mistress’ eyes never left her victim, her cool green eyes were a marvel; but it was her unwavering smile that was the most perplexing.  But the whole of the face and then the body, too, was perplexing.  She was tall, proportionality built, and usually clad in latex red or black, black leather or blue leather, and high hip boots of matching colors.
	“Guilty.” She said in a low seductive voice.  She batted her eyes slowly at the man, offered him a congenial smile that also conveyed “your ass is fucked”.  And for a moment, Carl seemed frightened.  His dick was already shattered from within, tiny bits of glass wrecking the interior of his manhood.  Up his ass was a ancient torture device that was wrecking his anal tract.

	“You have been found guilty, Carl; Five counts of Rape, One count Murder.” The Mistress paused, smiling seductively still, she drew her fingers up his body, encircling his tortured nipples, “any last words?”
	“FUCK YOU, BITCH!” he yelled spitting his words, “FUCK ALL YOU BITCHES!” the last great act of defiance.
	“You are a deviant, Carl, the world needs deviants, but we do not need you.” She smiled and clamped her mouth over his, masturbating him hard.  The broken shards of glass increased his torment, the Pear in his ass was inserted more, then the knob at the end was turned so as it began to open up more inside him.
	Carl breathed hard into the Mistress’ mouth, pain and pissed offedness reigning supreme until suddenly he stopped—eyes bulging, eye lids fluttering and a total shocked expression etched on his face.  The Mistress leaned back just a bit and brought up for Carl to see his suddenly severed manhood with testicle attachment.
	Carl gulped and began to retch.
	With a flick, “Angela” Mistress of the Dark and Disturbing tossed the manly member into the woods.
	“You raped five of my girls, Carl, murdered one—for that you must pay the highest cost.”  The Mistress stepped back and watched the life ebb from Carl Dodger—a man who had sought extra thrills in his sexual conquest.  A self-proclaimed “Ladies Man” Carl had found interest in the Sisterhood of Agnes’ School of Discipline that Mistress of the Dark and Disturbing Angela owned and operated.  It was more than a brothel, it was more than simple whores doing more than their clients’ wives would not do at home.  The Sisterhood explored the extremes of Domination; whips, leather, torture.  Enslavement, humility, and all forms of deviant behavior behind locked and closed doors.
	Some clients, though, took steps over the boundaries of decency and some took leaps committing heinous acts against humanity as they deemed they were above the law; and due in part that what the Sisterhood enjoyed allowed such travesties to exist in the first place, some clients saw themselves as immune to prosecution simple because the Sisterhood employed such a regime to be in the first place.  It boiled down to the Sisterhood though not illegal in its operation, was no Saintly institution.  They enjoyed extreme sexual deviancy, brought men from all over to enjoy such antics—disrupting a normal home life, degrading women, degrading men, corrupting men and so on.

	Carl Dodger had taken extremes with his visits to the Sisterhood of Discipline.  For a time HE had been the victim, submitting to the wily ways of the Dark Sisterhood.  But then after a year he wanted more and a change in venue.  He wanted to be the dominate one.  
	Over the course of another year Carl exhibited extreme measures in his pursuit of dominance.  Full dress leathering, whips, chains, and all forms of sexual torture without committing the ultimate—until one fateful night.
	He claimed it was an accident.  His victim, “Charlotte” had been wrapped tightly in latex, a special goo, and suspended from a dominance contraption from the ceiling.  The poor girl was wrapped tightly everywhere that her only breathing allowance was from her nostrils—of which Carl jammed drinking straws into.  He then cut off her breathing by pressing his thumbs over the opening—allowing her to breath sporadically upon his will.
	Somehow, this empowerment thrilled Carl and he somehow got off on it.  But in the end, he got off too much and held his thumbs over the straw ends too long and Charlotte expired.
	Charlotte, though, was not the last.
	Other girls were kidnapped by Carl, taken to a remote locale outside the city and brutally raped, tortured, and then returned to their Sisters.  No one knew exactly who had committed such deeds, but eventually, Mistress Angela learned of who the one was—and vowed vengeance and retribution.

	David twitched and looked pleadingly to the vamp who straddled him.  From her shaven snatch came a flurry of pent up urine, splashing onto his face and choking him as the flow filled his mouth—which was filled with his blood from his severed tongue.
	Another girl came and squatted over the man’s face—but she didn’t have to pee…

*

	For a while the Entity lingered in the sullen atmosphere that was death.  Carl had taken a while to die, his legs coated with his blood from his severed manhood, the Pear up in his rectum had been removed—but not after it had been twisted to further wreck his anus.
	David twisted and sobbed—a partner in the dastardly deeds done unto the Sisterhood; in cahoots with Carl, David had drugged the girls, kept them in his basement for his sexual amusement—he was unmarried and so his house was safe.  When the men tired of the bitch they had they returned her with her mind unsure of what had happened but sure that something had.
	David had been more gentle and not as rough as Carl, but he was still “in cahoots” and so his fate was sealed.  With his face covered in fecal matter, no tongue or penis, David lay sobbing a very pitiful state of a former man.  The Entity watched him until he stopped breathing.  The woods were somber and very quiet.  The eeriness spooked the Entity and it was time to  move on.

*

Wicked is as wicked does
	It must have been something in the water, or the air, or the very woods themselves ‘cause not far from the horrid scene where the Sisters had enacted their retribution than there was some more narly business at hand—although not as violent.
	In a small clearing but very secluded a dashing young man in his early thirties seriously epitomized the essence of perversion within the family.  In a fury he masturbated, the Entity coming onto the scene just as the dashing man was cumming; shooting wads of his manly and Daddy cum onto his precious baby daughter who lay sprawled out on a beach blanket receiving the gift that was splooge.
	The baby girl was about 15-18 months old, naked, little chubby arms and legs flailing in a baby manner being a typical happy child unawares of the illicitness being committed against her.
	After emptying his Daddy tool, Daddy Robert Fullhouse lay back continued to masturbate.  He made noises as he continued to please himself, then instructed his other two daughters to get involved; his first born daughter, eleven year old Bonnie Jean (BJ) took to cleaning off her sister’s cum laden cunt the old fashioned way—tonguing it clean.
	Six year old Jolene got the narly task of sucking her Daddy’s cock clean—same old fashioned manner.  Robert delighted in the naughty deeds, smiled and filled his six year old’s mouth with pleasure.
	After Bonnie Jean had cleaned off her baby sister’s poon she was directed to come settle on her Daddy’s face; there the Daddy did begin a serious licking of his daughter’s cunt all the while still his second born slurped and worked his cock to her (and his) delight.
	And just after a few minutes of this and he was once more shooting cum onto a daughter’s face.  Young Jolene giggled as she worked her Daddy’s dick getting it to cum on her face.  Donna Jean went down and licked her sister’s face clean and the family enjoyed a wondrous afternoon of “togetherness.”

*

More “togetherness”
	Daddy Fullhouse fully enjoyed flaunting his tongue into his children; Bonnie Jean sat squirming on his face oohing and ahhing as she was diddled; she toyed with his cum squirter, too; getting it to ejaculate onto her face and chest while her sister Jolene licked the baby sister, fingered her pussy, fingered her own pussy, then went to sucking on her Daddy’s balls…
	Not far away another family was involved in Outdoor Togetherness; just two—a Daddy figure and a young boy.  The boy was no more than ten, almost eleven; blond hair in a messed up manner, an average cock for his age group, and a typical boy all around.
	His Dad was in his mid thirties, late thirties; rugged features that made him out to be someone who was White Collar and worked out to keep the flab away or someone who actually worked.  Dark raven hair had he, along with the dark raven eyes.  His shirt was off revealing a nice chiseled bare chest, his pants and underwear were at his ankles—the same manner of dress applied to his son.
	Upon the Entity’s arrival the man sat leaning against a tree stump; there was a daypack close by and a blanket had been spread out—but not for the purposes of having a deep woodsy picnic.  With his pants (and underwear) down, the Daddy worked his cock into super stiff mode while his son pulled off his shirt and pushed his own pants and underwear down.
	The boy snuggled up against his naughty Dad and took over masturbating him.  The Daddy had a pleasing look upon him and caressed his Son’s nudeness.
	Eventually the boy began leaning down…
	And down…
	And down some more until he was “DOWN” on his Daddy’s cock.
	The Daddy liked--a lot!  He moved his hips so as to fully insert his adequate normal sized schlong into his young son’s mouth.  The boy expertly took the member, gobbling it all while his Daddy caressed his fine near nude body.  
	Jack (the Daddy) moved his hands over his son’s body, caressing him gently while he was sucked.  Expressing greatly his joy of being sucked, and sucked well by his very own son Jack reeled in glory; he slipped a hand down inside his son’s pants squeezing ass flesh.  His cock stiffened inside his son’s mouth and he was close to blowing off a load.

	Daniel (the son) squeezed his Daddy’s cock at the base and fully filled his mouth with the hard hot member not gagging even once!  When his Daddy began the rear sneak Daniel undone his pants and pushed them and his underwear down.  His Daddy leaned down in an awkward manner of performing a 34 ½; that’s a 69er with only one partner sucking while the other is laying awkwardly across the backside sucking butt.
	Jack pushed his son’s clothes down and did so, licked his son’s flesh, parted the cheeks and began drilling the bung hole.  Daniel never stopped and had in fact began speeding up; he worked his knees so as to work his pants and undies down…
	Slowly did Jack slip a probing finger into his son’s hole; he placed a hickie on the cheeks (each one!) and continued prepping the hole for a future anal plunge of a different finger…
	Young Daniel began to make slurping sounds, up and down the shaft there was a milky white frothy substance and cum was oozing out the sides of the ten year old’s mouth.
	“Oooooh, suck it, son, suck Daddy good!”
	Daniel did so, sucking the life out of his Dad’s dong; the final squirting superdilly-like filling the youngster’s mouth.  But he still didn’t choke or even gag or even make a face.  He swallowed most of the spunk matter; when he popped the Poppy Cock out of his mouth and pressed the softening prick against his face in a loving lustful manner.  Their bodies came together with slipping and sliding and young Daniel came to rest on his Dad’s sweating body forming the full nomenclature that was a 69er.
	Daddy Jack then began devouring his son’s cock AND balls while still probing the boy’s rectum with his fingers.  Daniel continued to languish his Daddy’s cock all over his face.
	After much ado about sucking Jack began licking his son’s shitter; pulling the boy’s cheeks open wide he drove his fatherly tongue into his son’s rectum.  Daniel couldn’t help but clench a little, he squeezed his Dad’s dick and endured.
	More endurance would soon be needed as after a couple of moments of rim jobbing his son, Daddy Jack moved his son to assume “the position”, which was to be on all fours.  Daniel did so, laying his head to, pooching his ass up and spreading his legs open—his pants and underwear fully removed and he was nude.

	Jack’s Daddy dong went slowly entering into Daniel’s corn chute, the boy made a bit of a face, arched his back but managed to hold back any audible noises as he was invaded.  Jack made noises, though, comments on how tight his son’s ass was and stating the fact of how good it was going to feel, too!
	Once fully inserted he pulled most of the way out—then pushed slowly all the way in.  Then repeated the process a number of times, increasing tempo with each thrust.	
	Daniel grunted, his sweet face grinding against the forest floor, his young hairless tezzies flopping back and forth, his young pud doing likewise.  Behind him his Daddy was fully into the deed; hands tightly on his nude son’s ass banging him delightfully.
	The scene began to get hectic, intense, orgasmic.  Jack began to strain, slapping his balls hard against his son’s body, clenching his hands to Daniel’s ass, grimacing with pleasuring discomfort as well as mingled sudden joy.
	Finally the gusher load of liquid love began to spew into Daniel’s ass; Jack pumped furiously until he was done and done.  Pulling out Jack made pleasing sounds of great pleasure.  Daniel turned over massaging his cock.  Jack straddled his young naked son and jacked off to complete the illicit deed spilling the remainder of his love onto his son’s chest.
	The boy scooted down some and then leaned up so as to suckle on his Dad’s balls.  Jack caressed his son’s head and face fucked him, ejaculating a little more of his love into his son’s hair.

*

Shenanigans in the woods
	Four girls and two boys stood in the underwear, hands behind them standing casually in a near mindless manner as butterflies, bees, and the ever present gnats fluttered about them—this while on the ground a teen girl about fifteen or so got the doinking of a lifetime from a fully nude man in his 40s.  Beside him another girl about fifteen got the doinking of her lifetime ditto from a man in his late 30s.  (beside the man in his late 30s stood another four girls…)
	Some boys were in the mix, too.
	The first teen girl getting doinked flailed about her limbs; twisted her body and arched her back as she was nailed.  The man doing her humped furiously, pounding her gash with no regard to her pleasure but only his.

	The man, Gary, finally eased up his rant fucking of Leigha and slowed his pace.  He had cum.  Leigha calmed herself, ooohed and ahhed some, licked her lips and began tweaking her hardened nipples.  Gary pulled out of the girl’s cunt; long strands of his liquid love connected them.  The man moved up trailing the cum until he straddled her chest, squirts of cum blasting the teen’s face before she took it into her mouth.
	Standing in a row looking down in awe were a mix of girls and boys.
	There was Julie Barns and Su Lee who were ten years young; Jilly Iceeam was a lovely child of seven; Krissy Sitter was another teen, but just barely—she had only turned thirteen in recent days.  She stood in her orange panties looking not too disturbed by the happening about her, the circumstance, or anything.
	Two boys were in among them, too; Jackie Babbs a mere eight years young and Chad Beeseven a solid thirteen year old lad with a raging boner bulging his tidy whiteys.
	On the other side of Gary his best friend, Mike, put it to his niece, Annette.  The fifteen year old thrashed about some but was not out of control.  Mike lay on her fully grinding his skinny banana dick up against her clit and tantalizing the teen into a sexual euphoria.
	Watching him at his sideline were a pair of twelve year olds, one of which was his own daughter, Portia.  Holly was her friend with Annie a year younger and and Melody four years older.  Two boys were among them, Danny Banaduce who was six months from being an official preteen and Randy Toolum who had had just turned eleven.
	Gary gave a final thrust against Leigha, made outrageous noises about it, pumped vigourously against her titties showering her face with a great deal of spunk and was done.  Well, SHE was, Gary not so much.  He scooted back down and raised up off of the girl so as she could get up from under him; looking to the line of submissive younguns on his side he smiled, 
	“Ok sweetie,” he said addressing Julie, “your turn.”
	Ten year old Julie didn’t bat an eye, hesitate, or even whimper.  She slid her corn yellow panties down and moved to settle before the man on her knees.  Gary hugged the girl, caressed her backside and then cupped her delicious little butt.  
	Beside them, Mike had finished with his niece.  And in like manner of Gary, had scooted up to her more than ample titties and titty fucked her for the added satisfaction.  Bringing her head up he had her suck on the head of his cum squirter getting him hard again.
	And like Gary had done unto Leigha, Mike done likewise unto Annette and showered her face with his love cream.

	Twelve year old mind locked Portia slid down her blue stripped panties then assumed the “doggie-style” position.  Her Daddy behind her firstly eyed up close and personal her goody box and funk factory.  The Entity noted on the girl’s temple a blinking light…
	Hmmmm

	Julie, Su Lee, Jilly, Krissy, Leigha
	Jackie, Chad, Melody, Danny, Portia, Holly, Annie
	Annette, Randy, Holly…
	All had blinking lights on their temples.
	Gary and his friend, Mike, did not.
	Gary DID, though, have a small handheld remote controller.
	An EMAD—of course!
	This EMAD, though, did not manipulate the mind in the manner that was popular—Gary’s EMAD merely zombiefied the Subject’s mind long enough for the attaching of a diode transmitter that disabled the Subject from all thought and thusly allowed the Operator full control (of Subject.)
	Mike drove his tongue into his daughter’s asshole, like Jack to Daniel, Mike pulled his daughter’s lily white cheeks open and had at her glory hole.  The young girl moved uncomfortably at the intrusion but that was a given and a norm—other than that she was basically unaware of the illicitness.
	Julie Barns was moved a couple of inches as she was grinded on, Gary’s average white guy cock humping against her little snatch much to his delight—and he did reinsert into the girl’s quim but not fully penetrated.  Though her mind locked, Julie did experience the discomfort of rape—there was little pleasure of her being screwed (other than that of what Gary enjoyed.)
	At length Gary pulled out and brought Julie’s legs up, pushing them back and attempt backdoor banditry.  Julie wriggled some, received a swat to her ass.  The girl stopped wriggling but involuntarily forbid Gary’s cock from backdoor entry.  Gary was undaunted and applied spittle, cum, and a generous finger probe before making the attempt again.
	One of the young girls, on Gary’s side, began to pee.  She wore yellow panties with blue and red dots.  The first gush of pee streamed out of her crotch quickly and suddenly before settling to a steady stream trickling down her legs.  Gary smiled and made gentle thrusts into Julie’s asshole.
	Mike’s attention was temporarily diverted to Su Lee as she peed, then he returned to fucking his twelve year old daughter.  Portia took the hump unknowingly, grinding her face into the spread out blanket to protect her during such shenanigans.

	Su Lee remained standing in her pissed in panties while seven year old Jilly laid down before the rock hard cum dripping Gary.  Julie’s asshole smoldered as she lay off to one side.  Gary eyed her as he grinded against Jilly.

	With the defiling of his niece and daughter out of the way, Mike put twelve year old Holly into place—on her back.  Plain white panties she had worn, a little soiled from pee, with a slight skid mark, too.  Mike looked over the girl’s body as if it were a dessert.  And in a way it was supposed as he had had his Appetizer (his niece) and then the Main Meal (his daughter.)
	Holly beheld that certain innocence, a child-like face (she was twelve) with twin pony tails that draped down her chest to her breasts—which were a delight to admire as she was of proper size proportionately all over and her pre-teen titties were a delight to admire. 
	She was a virgin and gazing upon her snatch box was a delight, too.
	Mike went down onto the girl, licking her pussy with talented expertise; his eyes still casting off to his naked daughter and then to his naked niece.  He would do them again—and again—and again—and then again some more!
	Holly made some faces as her poon was delighted, there seemed to be no Q&A and that was a bummer—it would be liked to be known if the girl was a masturbator.  Mike delighted in tonguing her; pulling her lips open and driving inward, schlepping his tongue all about in preparation for his willy.
	It seemed as though the girls and boys in wait were somewhat “aware” of their status as well as that of the one being licked and dicked; the eyes of those in wait bulged, mouths hung open, and if they were equipped with a dick, it got hard or was hard.
	Mike drug his tongue up Holly’s fine nude body, licking here and there until he got to her breasts.  The girl continued to twist some but was not emotional.  Mike engulfed one breast while massaging the other.  Laying on her side just a few inches away Portia fingered her cunt and still smoldering asshole watching with a stoic face.

	Along with the various aged girls there too were the various aged boys.  Chad Beeseven was the oldest of the boys at thirteen years.  Jackie Babbs was the youngest at a mere eight years young.  Then there was Danny and Randy who were eleven.  All four boys had wood.  They stood naked with raging boners having watched the deflowering of the girls; cum spewing from their assholes, dripping from their mouths, and coating them.

	It was generally assumed that the boys assumed that they were gonna “get some” themselves—and they would be right, of course, but first!  Danny and Randy took up position on their hands and knees; Danny before Gary with Randy before Mike.
	Danny B had flaming red hair and had a lot of it, too.  There were freckles aplenty on his face but none no where else.  Gary smoothed his hand over the boy’s ass, parting the cheeks and seemingly admiring the boy’s virgin rectum.
	Randy Toolum had sandy brown hair and a small cock than most boys his age, but it was uncut and had a serious curve to it.  He also had only one testicle!  Mike, like Gary, caressed the boy’s ass before going down to lick the hole.
	Gary licked his fill of Danny’s pooter—lasting some five minutes.  During the licking he also probed the lad’s hole, shoved his finger in DEEP and toyed with the dangling wares between his legs.
	Randy squirmed as he was tongued and fondled resulting in Mike having to smack him.  The boy began to whine and an adjustment to his emotions was needed.  The boy settled down, farted, peed, and then was reamed in the ass with Mike’s bigger finger…

	While Chad received Gary’s cock to his ass, young Julie Barns sat on his wriggled, and tantalized Chad greatly.  The young girl played with the teenager’s cock as well as sucked it.  Krissy Sitter held the boy’s legs back as he was sodomized; she along with the others were adjusted to a point where their “awareness” level had been heightened.  They were more “aware” of the indignity done unto them—just unable to do anything about it.  (whether or not they were able to remember what had happened to them (later) was not known.)
	Leigha helped hold Chad’s legs and expressed her disgust on her face as she watched her friend being fucked—along with horrified at young Julie Barns whom she was in charge of (babysitting) suck the teen hunk off.
	Chad grunted as his virgin shit pipe was stuffed; Julie sucked wholly the boy’s dick bulging her eyes at the hellish deed all the while her pussy was breathed hard into by Chad beneath her AND watching as the boy was fucked in the ass.
	Gary began to step up his pumping, straining and conveying that the pivotal moment was soon to cum.  Chad was in the same state but he was trying to hold off.  Gary not so much.  He came quickly, shooting a massive wad of man spunk DEEP into the thirteen year old’s hole; then managed to pull out and douse the boy’s cock, balls, and cocksucker’s face with the rest.
*

	Portia Notliton lay precariously in a precarious position; laying over a log whose bark had been peel so as not to scratch the delicate skin of the twelve year old.  Her hands were secured with rope that went under the log and then tied to her knees.  Her feet were forced apart by a stick blunted at the ends and tied to the girl’s ankles.  She was very aware of her situation; a gag-stick had been placed in her mouth to keep her screams to a dullness.
	Her screams were due to the fact that her Daddy (Mike) was whipping her with a belt.  The man stood not so much in anger or in delighting in beating his child’s ass but for sexual purposes and to bring her “in line.”  Break the girl didn’t take too long, she had a low tolerance for indignity and even less for being beaten.
	Mike wailed on her a little bit more before dropping the belt and then stuffing her from behind.  What hole he was actually in was not clear—nor was it important.  
	Gary, meanwhile, messed with the minds of the others; “training” them, instructing them, prepping them for a new way of life.  It was a long time consuming process, though; the day was waning and the task of rewiring a mind was a tedious one.
	Gary stood before the naked Julie Barns, his dick was well worn out (and for good reason.)  She was a mess, dirty from the forest floor she had been fucked on, coated in cum; her once lovely hair of honey brown all messed up with leaves embedded within.  Along with receiving Gary’s cock, Chad and Jackie had pegged her, too.  Gary took her in the ass as did Chad.  Both Chad and Jackie had gotten off in her mouth but only Chad had actually “creamed.”
	Gary stood before her, admiring her.  An hour—a solid hour had been spent rewiring the child’s mind to suit his personal needs and to change her lifestyle.  He stroked his limp dick and then began to shower the naked child with a urine splash.  Julie was a lovely girl, very smart and was acting in commercials and part time on a local televised kid’s Saturday morning kid’s program.  She could sing, bring warmth with her smile and dazzling eyes, as well as bring great relief to a hard cock.
	“Go lay down.” Gary said to her softly (after peeing on her.)  Julie nodded and walked over to the pile of clothes and curled up.  She wasn’t sleepy but closed her eyes anyways.  Gary scratched his butt and his balls then chose another to work on.

	Melody Barnone made faces, whimpers, and pleaded—but faced with the choice of sucking Mike’s cock or licking his daughter’s fresh fucked asshole dripping with cum—Melody applied her tongue to the gooey spunk oozing out of Portia’s crap chute.  Mike grinned and stood masturbating his soiled schlong.
	Su Lee didn’t require a full hour to be accepting to the New Way of Life; Julie’s friend although Chinese readily took the new implanted notions in less than half an hour.
	Jilly took a little more than hour.  By then, Gary was wearing out and in need of a rest.  Time was against him on all fronts, though—the time it took to dink with a Subject’s mind and the time of day.  
	Chad groaned as he put his cock reverently into Portia’s ass, the girl was going ballistic by this point and Gary worried if he would be able to “control” her when the time came.  He settled to his knees, hugging Su Lee and Jilly, caressing their asses, kissing them, and desiring them greatly even though his cock was no longer capable of achieving orgasm—let alone stiffness.
	He had been satisfied with the two young girls, though—light spanking, licking their hairless virgin poons, finger-finger-fingering them to his delight and then humping on them until soiling them with his love cream.  Jackie, Danny, and Randy had been the boys to “break-in” the young girls, Holly and Annie had also been fucked by the young boys firstly before their abductors and the lone teen boy, Chad.
	The girls would require a few more fucks from the young boys, and Chad but Gary was assured that by week’s end he WOULD be fucking them.  
	“I don’t think I can let them go.” Gary said as he hugged the two young girls.
	Mike paused in his slapping his salami against his daughter’s tortured ass.  He breathed hard and thought harder waiting for his friend to supply the “how?”
	“’member that cabin of mine?”
	Mike smiled with eyes gleaming.  
	“Be a big job, though.”
	Mike looked over the gang, “All of them?”
	Gary smiled back, “That’d be nice, but not possible.” Not possible with “fourteen” souls, but maybe about half that—the best ones, the favorites.  Julie and Su Lee were on top of that list, Jilly came nextly with Leigha, Holly, Annie a close next.

	Gary though liked to have sex with boys (and how!) was not too interested in keeping them for his sexual deviant enslavement.  He knew that Mike would certainly include his daughter, Portia; but he would like Melody and Annette in on the deal, too.  And like Gary, he liked boys, young boys.  Danny and Randy and Jackie suited that young boy desire and they would be included, too.
	It was time to stop messing around and discuss; the day of afternoon had slipped to early evening.  The trek to the secluded secretive cabin was a ways away, up in the mountains two hours away.  There needed to be preparations made—food, clothing, supplies other than food, extra security measures, back-up plans (always have a back-up plan), and alibis.
	Having untamed-uncontrolled desires had its side effects—too many desires risked exposure and security risks.  
	“I’ll go get the Goat (US Militaty Gamma-Goat, look it up); get some supplies to hold us until we’re settled, then come and get everyone.”
	“Ok.” Mike said, but he worried about his wife, job, and in-laws.
	“We’ll figure something out as we go along.” Going against his usual plan of Forethought, having a Plan and back-up plan planned ahead.  Play it by ear was not one of the things Gary enlisted as a way of life.  He sat on a stump thinking (ahead) with Jilly laid across his lap.  Lightly he spanked her, squeezed her ass and poked her belly with his cock.  
	“I think Liddy will be okay,” Mike said having eleven year old family friend Annie suck his cock as he thought.
	“But her folks?”
	Mike stirred up his face indicating they would surely cause a problem with the “sudden” disappearance of the family.  And it would be compounded with the disappearance, too, of Portia’s friends Holly and Annie—along with visiting niece, Annette.
	Lots of Loose Ends.
	“Be too much of a coincidence for us ALL to suddenly up and disappear.” Gary stated.
	Mike looked disappointed.
	“Looks like we’ll just have to drop out of society for awhile.”
	Mike brightened up.
	“Might have to hold off using this thing for awhile, then--’
	“So not to wear it out?”
	“Right, save the power and it the only one I got so gots to be careful.”
	Mike was cool with that.

*

	With Chad finally cumming off good into Julie’s cunt, Gary’s turn was at hand.  Julie’s poon had been well doinked by Chad; Danny and Randy—the young boys first with Danny taking double duty as his cock remained nice and hard all the while Randy took his turn.  Chad took a turn after the boys, then the boys took ANOTHER turn, then Chad again.  Then she was ready (for Gary.)
	Gary took his time, tonguing the girl’s well fucked cunt, massaging it as it was way sore and tingled so.  It had been cleaned, left alone for about an hour, then Gary started in on her.  Julie fussed some but was wise enough to know that she was in a peculiar fucked situation and any emotional outburst or refusal would result in disciplinary action—like a spanking or tied to a tree and beaten.
	The bellhead of Gary’s manhood eased into the ten year old, she grimaced and fussed but that was a given and allowed.  Gary was gentle and conveyed to the girl a calming.  He cooed to her, smiled, then pressed his lips to hers driving his tongue into her mouth.  
	With Julie distracted penetration to her pussy was made a little easier.
	Mike and the others looked on, Mike and the boys looking on with some sort of awe while the girls found the happenstance a little disturbing.  Mike stood stroking his willy; Holly, Annie, Leigha, Annette sat on the knees resting their bare asses on their hills, hands folded on their laps watching the spectacle before them.  Chad and the young boys stood with hard cocks, some a little harder than others flanking the gawking girls.  Gary made suitable vaginal penetration into Julie and had begun to fuck.

	“Well,” Gary announced, “that’s one.” 
	The evening was upon them, the gang had been “missing” for some time; Krissy in charge of Julie, Jilly, and Jackie.  They were all being sought for as they were not at home anywhere to be found.  The others were “missing” and overdue to their prospective homes, too.  It was too late to make amends and/or return them with some excuse or another.
	Gary was exhausted, his cock literally worn out and then some.  But he had cum and cum nicely without doing any further harm to the child’s sex.  Gently he caressed the girl, tweaking her nipples a little then roaming his hands all over her sweaty dirty little body.
	It would be awhile before he would be ready enough for the next one.
	Mike looked over the group as a whole and decided on Holly.

	
	
Things that make you go ahhhhhhh
	DJ and the horse
	Although the desire to see how it all turned out the Entity decided not to follow but follow instead a nature path that led out to a meadow.  Thru the meadow and into a lush woodsy area.  Just beyond that a spread of a few buildings with the main theme of horses.
	No horse track was around; this was a place where horses were for rent.  Nearby city slickers came to rent a horsey for a day or so and go for a ride out in the nearby meadow.  There was a park and lots of wide open spaces filled with wildflowers, streams, trees, and so on.
	The Entity was about to move on when…
				
	In the middle of Lower Meadow—across the creek from Upper Meadow—was a lovely young girl standing up, pulling her blue jeans up from just having herself a good pee.
	‘damn!’ remarked the Entity to himself, ‘just my luck to miss something good.’
	Ah, but not so fast, rabbit, something GOOD was about to happen.
	As the Entity neared, the horsey got agitated; he whinnied, stamped his feet (hooves) and swished his tail.  Darcy Joan (DJ) paused a moment holding her pants and looking about with extreme caution.  But there was no one to be seen so she relaxed.
	Darcy hugged her horse, a lovely animal of medium build; fifteen hands tall; basic brown with white splotches on nose and rump area.  Darcy ran her hands down along his sides then moved to a squatting position.  She wasn’t there for another pee but to gawk at her mount’s cock.  And from “gawking” to handling she went leaping over the line of a good descent American girl.
	Magic the Magnificent Walking horse was truly loved by his owner—and she proved that love by working his magnificent dick.  The Entity was awed by the young girl’s doing and moved closer—Magic again got nervous and stated so by “dancing”, swishing tail, and whinnying.
	Darcy looked around again, saw no one, then returned to masturbating her horsey.

	It didn’t take too long before Magic’s cock stiffened at the handiwork of Darcy’s apparent expertise.  Slowly-slowly did Darcy expertly work her hand(s) up and down the massive cock—it wasn’t thick but LONG.  As it lengthened and stiffened Darcy smiled and giggled!
	Soon the fourteen year old was sucking on the head of the stiffened dong, rubbing it all over face!  Magic whinnied but no long upset with the Entity’s presence.  Darcy stroked and stroked the animal’s beastly cock, squeezing the shaft and balls until Magic neared the explosive moment all “males” relish in.
	It was then the Darcy suddenly shot up from the underside of Magic and looked around—sighting in on something that had disturbed her.  Not far away on a parallel course was walking a small group of peoples, some riding horses some just walking.  Darcy fastened her pants and buttoned up her shirt then made a hasty exit from Lower Meadow.
	The Entity lingered a moment or two admiring the group passing not far away.  Teens.  Teenagers.  A mixed group with the nominal age being about fourteen/fifteen or so.  They would have to engage in “whatever” on their own, since leaving his Host, Allison Thomas, Dom the Entity Invader had no “powers.”  It was a pisser ‘cause at the Institution that was Grandeur Boarding School he could have really enjoyed himself.
	It was decided that Darcy would offer more thrills and there was a chance that he might “invade” her.

	He was wrong of course but that was alright; Darcy brought Magic back to the stables that housed him; removed his saddle and tack then began a task of washing him down.
	“Don’t forget the hooves, missy!” spoke up a voice startling her from outside Magic’s stall.
	Darcy looked around quickly to see Jonas Jones at the stall entrance leaning on the half opened door.  He was an old man, needed a shave, and had an eye on Darcy’s young body.  He creeped Darcy out; made her uncomfortable with his long almost sinful looks at her.
	With a pick Darcy cheeked Magic’s hooves picking out the small rocks and such.  Jonas remained at the stall’s entrance watching her, licking his lips and yapping about all manners of what he had seen in horse’s hooves.  Darcy paid him no attention and check/cleaned Magic’s hooves, wiped him down, gave him a hug, cleaned out the stall then fetched a fresh bale of hay.

	Jonas Jones watched the girl but exhibited no apparent signs of concern other than looking at her—albeit lustfully.  After straightening out Magic’s stall and tidying up a bit she made for the office.
	Jonas watched her as she went, stepping into an empty stall where he did whip out his 69 yr old cock and beat off.  The Entity lingered and was torn again—along with getting pisseder that he was unable to control anyone or invade.  Oh well…

	Equipment Costs:
	Lead rope:  $10 
	Halter:        $20
	Brush Pk:   $30
	Hoof pick:  $2
	Fly spray:   $10
	Bridle:        $40
	Saddle:       $400
	Saddle pad:  $20
	Bucket:       $10
	Total:          $542

	That was on top of the Operating Costs:
	Monthly Board:    $200
	Food:                    $50
	Shoeing:               $65
	Training/Lessons:    $100
	Veterinary Care:   $100
	Vaccinations:        $150
	De-worming:        $50
	Total:                    $715
	(but that was variable and not a constant on a monthly basis)

	That was on top of the initial purchase lease with option to buy of the horse that was $1,500.  
	New outstanding total:  $2700 (variable estimate)
	That was a lot of money for a girl of fourteen who only generated $6 an hour babysitting and $10 a week allowance.  She fell a little short of actually buying Magic, even the “lease” of the animal was a toughy to come up with every month.  But she was determined to make it; she knew her Daddy helped out but he was losing interest and was apt to stop “helping” at any given moment (day.)

	Mr. Nachum was cordial—but like Jonas Jones the hired hand, he creeped Darcy out.  The man was of average build, wore cowboy clothes; no hat, though.  He was very nice and gave Darcy a lot of leeway but he also was a businessman.
	“Well, let’s see here now--” he said with a drawl and plucked up his clipboard containing pertinent info on horses, riders, and what they owed.
	Darcy handed over her monies and prayed silently that it would be enough to continue holding Magic for her.
	“Lead rope, check.  Halter, check.  Brushes, check.  Hoof pick, check.  Bridle, check.  Saddle pad, check.  Bucket, check.” He paused his pencil checking items off the list Darcy had paid for.
	“You still owe $250 on the saddle.”
	“There’s four hundred here.” Darcy said handing over the envelope containing the cash.
	“What do you want to apply it to?”
	“One hundred on the saddle.” Darcy said quickly.  A rider was nothing without her saddle.
	“And another two hundred on Magic.”  
	There, too, was Hay & Grain fees:
	Hay at 20lbs. per month--$30
	Grain at 4lbs. per month--$10
	Bedding at 1 bag a week at $5/bag--$9
	Farrier Fees:  Shoeing--$80  Hoove Trimming--$25  One time fees as Shoeing is done only six times a year and Trimming three times a year.
	Darcy paid the month’s Hay, Grain and Bedding.
	Lumped together Mr. Nachum let the pretty city girl slid with Horsekeeping fees at $60 a month.  She had almost paid for her Saddle and that was no big deal on that; she merely owed fifty a month for the Leasing of Magic, but Darcy was paying more as she was in the mode of Buying Magic for herself.
	“Your outstanding Balance is…$150 on the saddle.”
	There, too, was boarding fees and other monthly fees gobbling up her four hundred, half of which was her Dad’s input.  She knew that that would soon end.  Her allowance increase wouldn’t help and she was already maxing out her babysitting efforts which was crumbling her socializing with her friends and school functions.
	“You’re doing alright, but it’s tight.”
	Darcy agreed, there was nothing left and it riled her.
	“You know,” drawled Nachum, “there may be some options.”

	“What do you mean?” Darcy asked hopefully.
	“I might be able to absorb some of the monthly fees—(pause for effect)—in return for something else.”
	“Like what.”
	Nachum wasn’t going to say, not right off—it would be something she herself would have to think up.
	The girl left, bewildered.  Nachum smiled watching her go.

*

Human Nature
	With here little blue shorts down and yellow panties to her ankles, Mr. Nachum laid his hand to the girl’s bared ass in quick successions.  She struggled, of course, but that was human nature.  Repeatedly he smacked her ass until it reddened; then pried her cheeks open to take a loving gander at her hole.  With his cock pressing against her bare chest he pressed his finger into her virgin pooper.
	She was merely five years young and despite that young age, his desire to screw her was heightened.  If only he had one of those EMAD things.  But he didn’t; so he sat in his office lusting after the young girl who was with her family walking one of the charter horses.
	There were others, other girls, who were suitable for his fantasies; teen girls, young adults, and preteens.  But some of the youngest girls were the prettiest.  They were also deemed the most naïve and susceptible to outlandish input.
	Having astute eyes gave Nechum insight on all that was going on about him; seeing young girls “digging” (pulling their panties that had worked in their ass crack”; seeing young boys in their early teens in a serious state of arousal when only in the presence of their sisters; young teen girls staring with odd fascination at a male horse’s schlong as it dangled down near to the ground!
	Nachum’s eyes also saw a young boy pilfering from his Mother’s purse.  The boy was handsome, alone, loner, and pleased Nachum’s cock just as much as if he had been a girl.  Nachum didn’t care, boy or girl, under ten or over twelve; black, white, Mexican, Asian.  All suited him; he was a equal opportunist!
	The Pilferer’s parents had a horse stabled; they owned two horses actually but weren’t that well off and were considering which one to sell.  While the parents took both animals out for viewing to prospective buyers, the boy, Willie, mulled around in a state of “I really wish I wasn’t here.”

	When the timing was right, Nachum confronted the boy.
	The young lad was met by Nachum—who for the most part was a congenial man; tall, slightly balding (but he wore a toupee) and looked the part of a cowboy/ranch owner.  He was actually a transplanted city boy.  He didn’t wear a typical cowboy hat, he deemed that that would be a bit much.  But cowboy duds complete with brass belt buckle fit him and placed him in the category of “cowboy.”
	Willie was directed into Nachum’s private office on the pretense of sodas and chips.  While the sodas and chips were there for the taking as offered, it wasn’t what Norm Nachum intended, though.
	“I’ll bet yer Mom would rip the hide right offa you she know’d you pilfered her purse, huh?”
	The boy was a little alarmed and stood clutching himself.
	Nick Nachum smiled at the boy and proposed a bargain:  
	“Instead of your Mom/Dad having a go at you and being in trouble with them thereafter,” he paused and leaned toward the semi frightened boy, “let me.”
	“Huh?”
	“A couple of swats and we’ll call it good.”
	Stricken Nick Sabolini stood in wonderment, ‘Huh?’
	Nachum gently pulled the boy around the great desk and up against him stuffing a hand inside the boy’s pants pulling out the ill-gotten booty he had stolen from his Mom’s purse.  Twenty dollars.  His Mom might or might not miss it, to an eleven year old, $20 was a lot.
	Nick leaned down across Nachum’s lap partly—the first swat came swiftly with little to no warning.  It wasn’t too particularly hard but the youngster didn’t like it just the same.  He flinched and tightened up his young body and received another swat in rapid succession.
	‘push his pants down.’
	Norm went into Pause Mode, not a ‘huh?’ but close.  His mind was receptive to Input from alternate sources but needed time to accept.
	‘push his pants down.’
	Norm complied, young Nick fussed but was not a problem—the Entity “held” him in a state of ultimate compliance unknown.
	With the pants down, Norm also slid down the lad’s underwear.
	Nick fussed a little more but the Entity calmed him, somewhat.
	‘please continue.’
	Norm held off “continuing” for a moment as he paused to linger admiring the boy’s bared ass.  On his own he laid the boy down across his lap and began smoothing his hand all over the soft lily white ass.

	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!
	Nick thrashed about some but was held firm by Norm.  
	There was more fussing from Nick when the swatting let up and was replaced by Intrusionary probing (of Nick’s virgin asshole.)  
	‘calm—calm yourself—be calm.’ It was a bit of a doing as the young boy’s emotions were high.  But slowly, over the space of a few minutes, Nick Sabolini “calmed” and accepted input from the unseen Entity.  
	Norm continued to admire the boy’s ass, along with probing the boy’s virgin anus—finger fucking him.  This only led to having the boy stripped to the skin and perched on the desk—legs open wide and back angling his virgin pooper for Nachum’s alternate intrusionary probe…

*

	Frustrated.  That summed up the Entity’s mood and/or persona.  His ability to link up with Norm/Nick lacked a great deal.  He barely was able to invade their minds and control them.  He had managed but not with great satisfaction—mainly as he was unable to invade Norm Nachum as he invaded Nick Sabolini!
	But he was there to see the full penetration of Norm’s cock into Nick’s asshole.  It had taken a little time, some pre-cum, spittle, and finally a lathering of cock grease to get the full entry.  Young Nick lay naked on the man’s desk, clutching the edge of the desk with his legs up against the sweaty man’s chest being butt fucked royally.
	All attention was watching the young boy’s body jostle around as he was reamed.  Norm seemed fascinated with the boy’s ball sack, the Entity took it all in and fumed that he was unable to participate.
	After cumming hard into young Nick, Norm pulled out and nearly fell away he was so exhausted.  Great gobs of spunk oozed out of Nick’s well reamed hole; Norm turned the boy over and kept him on the desk, legs opened wide.
	Sitting in his chair Norm took a long hard look at Nick’s puckered-gooied anus.  The boy uncontrollably pushed out the cum that had soiled his anal tract.  Norm once more smoothed his hand over the lad’s ass, squeezing the flesh then playing with the boy’s dangling fuzzies.
	Soon Norm was horny again and turned the boy back over onto his back.  His cock was only partially hard and so he merely “went down” on the boy sucking his eleven year old cock and balls.  Nick somewhat got into that—he wasn’t pleased about being fucked in the ass OR being sucked off on by a man, but there was no denying the “feeling” his cock received.

	Minutes later and there was a great blast of hot boy spunk spewing into Norm’s mouth.  Norm clutched the boy’s balls and drained him; Nick lay in a state of “awe” and wonderment.  Jerking off was good, getting sucked off was better—getting sucked off by a girl would be extreme!
	After bringing the boy to a state of unknown euphoria, naughty naked Norm brought the boy into his private bathroom where they showered together—showering one another to be exact.  Norm got harder and harder as young naked Nick lathered up his cock and balls—the boy had talented hands.  When at his stiffiest, he turned the boy around and once more fucked his butt.

	While drying off the boy was coerced (on Norm’s own will) to suck.
	The Entity was pissed that he was unable to “feel” the sensation of the boy’s mouthwork—so much so that he left them on the bathroom floor, fleeing the stables to seek out a manner in which to either end his miserable life or become more a part of it.