August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 44
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
Final Chapters
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Flight into the Woods
	She had a nice butt, no doubt about it, no question.  But then, so did Wendy, Sierra, and Courtney!  He liked them all, of course, and it was an impossibility to NOT get a boner when watching them walk ahead of him, climbing over stuff, going up a hill, or squatting to pee.
	He knew, too, that the girls often checked him—when he methodically masturbated, peed, or paused a while to get his bearings.  It was different out on their own rather than being in the cabin and in the company of that fucked up whacked redneck bastard.
	“We’re lost, aren’t we?” Sierra asked.
	Logan didn’t say right out that it was so—but it was so.  First off, he had no idea where the hell they were to begin with.  He had no real starting place other than the cabin and the not knowing where it was was the bitch of it all.
	There was that pasture, Kristy and the boys were heading for that, again.  Logan with the girls (but WHERE he had no idea.)  Coming to the creek there was some hope, some.  There was the old tale of following a creek to safety—to a lake or river and civilization; i.e., fishermen and the like.
	Traipsing out and about butt naked wasn’t good, though; the “we’re lost” analogy was a distinct possibility.  Logan shook his head and stared down the meandering creek.  He stood in the creek having his torn up feet be revitalized.  The fucked up redneck bastard had burned their clothes, shoes, included, as a possible deterrent to excaping.

	Cheyenne sat on the bank of the creek splashing her feet in the water; Sierra sat right down in the creek water—it was only 2-feet deep.  Wendy sat on a log in the creek with Cortney on the opposite bank (with feet in the water.)  Logan’s brother, Jackie, was along, too.  He sat on a boulder near Cheyenne.
	“So, what’ll we do, follow the creek?” asked Cheyenne.
	“Yeah, I guess.” Logan stared down the creek, then up thru the dense canopy of the forest noting the time of day.  “Not much daylight left.” He wondered how Kristy and the boys were doing…

*

	Almost like a hazy dream she looked up to see the tops of the pines swaying 200 feet above as small puffy white clouds drifted aimlessly along the tranquil sky.  Vaguely she was aware of “other” things going on…
	Riding her was Adam.  The young boy happily “getting some” and taking his time about it, too.  Flanking Kristy Arnold and Rusty awaited their turns but were satiated with Kristy fondling their puds and balls.
	Coaching the group was the Voice.
	The Voice was disappointed that it could not follow both groups and decided to follow Kristy and her group first and hoped to find the other group later—as the leader of that group mentioned the “creek” and following it.
	Adam rode Kristy hard, grinding up against her super sensitive clit trying is best to get his nuts off.  Kristy wallowed thrashing about some, experiencing mixed feelings and knowing that submitting herself to the boys was still akin to following the commands of that redneck whacked bastard from the cabin.
	But, inasmuch as she was aware of that, she seemed to have no compunction to have the boys stop OR to stop herself from enjoying their actions or her participation.  She caressed Adam’s ass, cupped Rusty’s balls, and tugged on Arnold’s cock.
	‘tug his cock to your mouth.’ said the Voice.
	Kristy hesitated not a second and pulled Arnold to her mouth.
	Arnold gleefully let her and grinned as the naked teen began sucking on his pud.  Adam humped and humped well, he wasn’t sure if he was cumming off or peeing!  
	‘hump her face.’
	Rusty scooted over schlepping his salami against Kristy’s face.
	The Voice was pleased.

	The orgasmic wave filled young Adam with an imperiled measure that also sent same orgasmic waves into Kristy.  As Kristy thrashed about the cock in her mouth popped out—shooting cum onto her face and onto the bare belly of Rusty.  Rusty’s cock, too, fired off and emptied most of his juice onto Kristy’s face and then the rest onto friend Arnold’s balls.
	After Adam had given his all and had a moment of rest, 
	‘lick her pussy, clean.’
	Adam scooted back and went to the assigned task without question.
	The Voice was pleased.
	Rusty cleaned off Kristy’s face, the teen fondled his balls and when he had cleaned her face—he cleaned Arnold’s cock and balls.  Arnold, in turn, did likewise and then Arnold sat on her face, his balls into her mouth, his body down hers.  Rusty took to licking his friend’s butt; the cheeks, and then the crack.  Arnold moaned and licked out Kristy’s soiled cunt as well and locking lips with Adam…
	Moments later and Rusty slipped into his friend’s well fucked asshole his cock.  Adam’s cock slid effortlessly into Rusty’s mouth and the Voice was pleased. 

*

	The Pasture had a few horses grazing in one area, a few goats in another, a few cows at the very far end.  Clover, various types of wild grasses, a small creek running meanderingly thru the middle, wild flowers, and bees.
	The Pasture spread width wise some five hundred yards; a old-old weathered lodge pole fence corralled the animals; the one end butted up into a hill where no fencing was required due to the steepness of the hill along with boulders and unfriendly terrain.
	The Pasture stretched some two thousand yards to a well kept dirt road.  To the right two miles there was a small farm house and a small lake further on.  To the left half a mile was a ranger’s station.
	Arnold Mu lay on his backside, grinning big, propped on his elbows reeling greatly with his cock buried in Kristy’s mouth.  Behind her, Rusty Means masterfully stabbed her well fucked asshole with his pud.  Beside them, Adam Hooser sat with his face down, ass up, and being pronged in his ass by the unseen Voice.
	It was a good day.

	Evening was close at hand; Kristy squatted in the forest doing what the bears do while Adam, Arnold, and Rusty surround her, peeing on her.  Using some leaves from a fern she cleaned herself before trodding onward heading BACK to the cabin.
	The boys were typical and ran amok around their leader oblivious to being “controlled.”  Kristy, too.  It was a long walk and many times they had to pause to let their bare feet cool down.  Once back at the cabin Kristy made dinner and no one was even minutely aware of the missing “girls” and/or Logan.
	After dinner the group made for the bed and went to sleep.
	The Voice’s “Host” helped himself to the dinner and then made way to hopefully catch up with those missing girls and Logan.

*

	“Come quick!”
	Splashing thru the water, tripping, stumbling, and then finally falling skinning up his already skint to pieces shins he crawled up the mossy bank to make way to where Cheyenne had screamed for him to come quick.
	Reckless.
	Up against a great log the hound dog lay with his stomach ripped open.  Flies had already ascended on him and he was ripped from head to tail.
	“Holy shit.” Logan mouthed.  And it wasn’t so much as the horrible scene itself, but the worry of whatever had done it could still be around.
	“What did that, Logan?” Sierra asked.
	Logan had no idea; not a squirrel, for sure.
	“Let’s, uh, let’s get the fuck outta here.” he drawled taking Cheyenne’s hand and backing up.  
	Backing up only got them lost, but it was fright the cause.  The group wanted to be far—very far, away from where Reckless met his fate.  The group splashed thru the creek first heading downstream as intended, but got disorientated—lost—and went back up the way they had come unknowingly.
	Which was good—for the unseen Entity, “the Voice” and his unabashed Host, Nachum the Wonder Fuck.

	She had a nice ass.
	His cock surged and he wasn’t sure who it was surging in but it surged as his hands roamed about the girl’s “nice ass.”  Her hole winked at him, his cock surged more.  Cheyenne wiggled, giggled, and Logan began “licking” her crack and cunny.
	Wendy sat on his cock; like Cheyenne, she wriggled and giggled.
	Beside them, Megan and her sister sat watching, fingering themselves while nearby Sierra squatted having herself a good pee.  Whenafter Logan shot his load up into Wendy, Cortney came to the teen’s cum shooter and sucked it—her sister, Megan, put her face into Cortney’s butt and licked crack.  This helped Logan’s cock keep its stamina…
	Everyone got a ride on Logan’s stiffy; after each girl took her turn, another girl sucked it, his balls, and kept him hard even after squirting.  Each girl, too, sat on Logan’s face, facing down so as he could gander long and hard at the girl’s ass; then lick it without hardly knowing what was going on with his cock.
	When he was drained and then some, it was dark.  Damn dark.  With cum drying on his pubes and thighs Logan Marshall farted; standing he looked into the woods—heard rustling and could smell the horrible smell of something rotten.  (Reckless?)
	Other noises unknown to them put the fear of motivation in them and sent them scurrying back up to the clearing from the creek.  From there they followed the broken water pipe line to the remains of an old house.  From there it was a zig-zag measure of space to the cabin-in-the-hill.

*

more merriment by unsuspecting merrier peoples
	It was a campfire, in cahoots with a campsite.  One large dome tent there was, big enough for three peoples.  An assortment of camping gear was strewn about the unincorporated campsite, it was designated by the forestry service with a metal tag plate tacked to a nearby tree and the cleared campsite with firepit.  Other than the camper was on their own as far as packing in water and necessities.
	Off to one side of the camp behind a boulder trying to be inconspicuous was a young lad, a young teen of about fourteen.  He was jerking off.  His shirt was open and so was his fly.  For fourteen the boy had some sort of cock—a little more than average for a youth of his age and he was working it to beat all!

	He wasn’t alone, but he thought he was.  He was being observed by two others—er, correction, three others (correction; FOUR others (but one was hosted…)
	One of the others was his sister, she was twelve almost thirteen.
	One of the others was his Mother, she was 40ish, almost 45.
	The boy, Nathan, steadily worked his cock; switching hands, making noises (“oh yeah!  Yesh!  Oooooooh!”) but as much as he worked it, he wasn’t cumming off as desired—his hands wore out.
	In seclusion watching was his sister, Jamie.  She was squatting quietly watching with a stoic face, mouth agape, eyes staring as her bro whacked off.  Quietly she fingered herself as she squatted, licked her lips, and chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip, too.
	Askew of Jamie some 45 degrees was the Mother of the two, she seemed to be unaware of Jamie’s presence.  Like Jamie, though, she sat squatting and like Jamie, was fingering herself and having that “lustful” look etched upon her face.
	Hmmmm
	Nathan stood, scratched his balls and worked his cock a little more—then flopped it about, farted, then stood with hands on hips unawares that he was directly facing his Mom.  The buzzing of a mosquito put him to quickly tucking his member back inside his pants and then scurrying back to the campsite.
	Leeann was about to move when a rustling she heard to her right.  She paused and thought it to be a mere small animal—and hopefully not a skunk.  Pausing and considering her options of flight directions she suddenly saw her daughter moving, zipping up her pants, straightening herself out and then moving on to the camp.

	At the camp, Jamie slurped on a soda while sitting perched on a boulder by the tent.  Brother Nathan sat awkwardly on the picnic table.  The picnic table wasn’t sturdy and made curious warning sounds of its susceptibility of falling apart and down.
	Their Mom came out of the woods and Nathan became even more awkward—trying to hide his massive boner.  
	“Where’d you go, Mom?” asked Jamie.
	“I had to potty if you must know.” chirped back Leeann.
	Jamie giggled and blushed; Nathan got even more jittery than he already was.  Leeann made for the ice chest and fished out a soda.  The kids were quiet, the air warm.  Nathan fidgeted more and more, turning somewhat to have his back to his family.

	A strange quite fell upon the family, they drank their sodas and had “thoughts to their own.”  Leeann sighed and sat on a log that had been pulled up to the fire.  She danced her feet against the rocks encircling the campfire; Nathan had downed his drink, burped, crunched the can and was about to toss it when he went strangely still.
	Jamie popped her neck, rolled her head about and sighed—a little bored.  She, too, downed her drink, stretched, yawned, farted a little, then like brother Nathan was about to toss the can to the garbage bag when she also went strangely still.
	Leeann felt as if someone were standing behind her.  She saw her son and daughter standing, the flames of the campfire flickering but then a strange darkness enveloped her like a thick dark blanket.

	Something vile was in her throat—stomach bile.  She had a headache and a curious whine filled her head.  There were stars above her, twinkling and about a jillion of them.  There were the tops of the trees shrouded in an encroaching darkness.
	She lay out on the rickety wooden picnic table, naked.  Cooling breezes drifted across her naked body adding to her confusion.  Blinking her eyes she tried to concentrate—what was going on?  Why was she naked?
	Askew of her stood her son, Nathan.  Daughter Jamie stood off to the side of the table, hands folded before her.  Something was going on but what?  
	She turned her head back to the sky and heard a voice whisper,
	‘finger yourself.’
	Leeann blinked her eyes, “What!?”  cocking her head she began to breath hard and try to react as she should but found some sort of incredible force holding her down.
	‘finger yourself—NOW!’
	Leeann saw her hands moving to her bare naked cunny.
	‘What the hell?’
	Nathan and Jamie stared with mouths agape, eyes bulging, minds blanked as their naked mother who just finished undressing herself before them and then helped herself onto the table began fingering her pussy!
	It was incredible!
	Jamie turned her attention from her mother’s doings to her brother’s doings.  Her brother’s doings was undoing himself—er, his clothes.  Down came his pants; off came his shirts, down came his underpants.  Jamie blinked her eyes and stood in wonderment.

	Nathan stepped out of his clothes and up to where his Mom lay on the table, her legs open and her fingers “busy.”  Nathan stood with a raging boner—raging.  It was unbelievable what he was seeing—and doing.  As he watched, he stroked himself.  An unnatural desire seethed within him, teemed all thru his nether region inciting him, egging him to never mind the fact that he was getting horny for his Mom.
	Leeann found herself unable to stop herself—just as much as her son found himself unable to stop himself from “mounting” her.  Slowly he made his way on top of his naked Mom, his cock touched her cunny—the cunny that had bore him fourteen years earlier.  He tensed up all over and suddenly found himself sliding his cock in to her gash!
	And once the head was in—the rest had to follow and once that was all in—there was the inevitable pumping and there was no stopping that once that was going.
	Nathan began a slow process of fucking; he sunk his cock fully into the cunt.  He tingled all over, his toes curled and temporarily he was unaware that he was screwing his Mom.  It didn’t matter, he put his dick into the cunt and pumped.

	‘go sit on her face.’
	The words she understood, “go”; “sit”; “on”; “her”; “face.”
	But put in a sentence that Jamie heard made no sense.  
	‘go sit on her face.’
	The words were clear, concise, and deliberate.  ‘go sit on her face.’
	Then, Jamie saw herself unbelievably moving!
	That wasn’t possible!
	She tried to stop herself but it was like she was not into control of her self.  (and she wasn’t.)  She shuffled to the table and like her Mom before her and her brother, she began undressing herself.
	Nathan humped and humped well, his fine body was rigid, flexing only at the hips.  In and out, in and out; his cock came out to just the crowning and then plunged effortlessly back in(ward) to pump madly like he was in fire.  (and he was!)
	Jamie peeled off her sweat shirt, then her undershirt, then her bra.  She struggled continuously against the unknown force that consumed her, directing her (and her family) into the horrendous act that was quickly perpetuating into an unheard of state of illicitness.
	And there was apparently no stopping it.
	Jamie slid down her yellow panties, stepped out of them then began moving onto the table and then onto her Mom’s face.

	‘lick.’
	Leeann shook her head, pursed her lips and refused.
	‘resistance is futile!’
	Leeann found that it was so, her tongue darted out of her mouth and up to her daughter’s pre-teen quim.  She began to timidly lick the slick poon; it was musty and reeked a little with a foul taste of pee.  Jamie wriggled, clenching and pressing her cunt all the harder onto her Mom’s face.
 	As her son plowed her pussy—bringing it to an explosive climax just moments away, Leeann latched onto her daughter’s twelve year old ass with her hands, prying the girl’s cheeks open wide and driving her tongue into the recess.
	Nathan had reached his pivotal moment and pumped vigorously thrusting deeply and earnestly bringing himself and his Mom to a dramatic climatic orgasm.  The shared orgasm was intense and the mixed juices spilled out to coat Nathan’s balls and pool under his Mom’s lily white ass.
	The boy was worthless.  He pulled out and lay on his Mom’s heaving body, kneading one titty mound while sucking on the other.  His cock swayed from Agony to Pleasure; it tingled and would not be settled.
	Jamie wriggled on her Mom’s face somewhat oblivious at this point that she WAS on her Mom’s face.  She saw Nathan but her oblivion also prevented her from realizing that it was her bro.  There was a tingling in her cunny as something odd was going on there.  The young pre-teen determined that she was having one of those pent up pees—one of those pees you’ve been holding for way too long and finally got the opportunity to let it go.

*

Adam  Arnold  Rusty  Jackie  Logan
Cheyenne  Sierra  Wendy  Cortney  Karen
Kristy  Megan
And introducing…
Leeann Capejoy with Nathan and Jamie…

	Fire crackled long into the night; a mustiness stale the sullen air; the front door was open and the whine of mosquitoes mingled with the cabin’s inhabitants.  Logan Marshall didn’t know what to think when the Horrid One returned with company.  Kristy didn’t know what to think, either, but was relieved to see her little sister unharmed.
	But how much longer could she expect that to last?

	“Y’all et?” asked the Horrid One scooting Karen along with a pat to her bare butt.  Kristy embraced her sibling with a sigh of relief, then nodded in answer to the question.	
	John Calhoon sat a jug o’ shine on the table and plopped down in a chair.  On his lap was his naked granddaughter, Joanna.  She was sound to sleep (and naked.)  The Horrid One sat about fixing some dinner for himself and his friend.  Sitting on the rug before the fire were the newbies, the Capejoy family.
	Dinner was beans and cornbread.  While dinner made, the two men talked and drank from the porcelain jug.  At length, Cheyenne left the great bed and shuffled to the Horrid One.
	Magnus eyed the naked girl coming to him,
	“You gots to pee or what?” he drawled slurring his speech some.
	“I-I gots something to tell you.” she said.
	The gang on the bed all clenched tightly—what was she doing!?
	“We-we heard Reckless a while ago.”
	“Eh?  Oh?  And?”
	“It sounded—different, not usual.”
	The Horrid One wrinkled his nose, pulled on his nose, then moved to the open door.  
	“RECKLESS!” he called.  Cheyenne stepped up beside him.
	“He sounded like he was far off.”
	“Wahd he sound like?”
	Cheyenne wrinkled her cute little nose, rubbed her butt—pausing when  her fingers came to the brand mark that itched like anything.  
	“I don’t know, sir, he just sounded like he was trouble.”
	The Horrid One coughed, cleared his throat and called for his dog again.
	The other man came up, stepped outside and went to his truck, little naked Joanna still attached to him.  From his truck he returned with a cow bell and gave it a rang calling out “RECKLESS!”
	There was nothing, though.  No baying, no barking, no sound of the old hound dog whatsoever.  The Horrid One stood at the end of the porch, rolling his shoulders some, occasionally farting, clearing his throat.  Cheyenne stood beside him twirling her hair.
	Presently, the other man stepped up, “Dinner’s ready.” He said in a low vice.  Magnus nodded, stood a moment longer than turned, pushing Cheyenne before him.

*

	Little Karen slept soundly despite being jostled by the motion of the bed.  Rusty and Jackie flanked her and were also asleep.  Wendy lay askew of those two with Sierra and Arnold alongside them—asleep.  
	Megan, Kristy, Adam, Cortney, were awake, watching as Logan fucked one of the newbies, the woman/mother, Leeann.  Megan and Kristy held Cortney’s legs open so as the other newbie, the boy, could fuck her.  Meanwhile, up at the head of the bed, Adam Hooser humped as best he could into the remaining newbie, Jamie.
	After Logan creamed into the woman’s pussy, he pulled out and lay languishing beside her.  Kristy left Cortney and came to suck on Logan’s squirter, her pussy in the boy’s face as she lay on her side, her butt against the woman’s face.
	Megan made slow moves but left her sister and moved to straddle the woman’s face, laying down the body to begin licking on the cum laden womanly pussy.  As she began her cleaning task, one of the rednecks came to her (Magnus) and began spanking her.  Not hard but it wasn’t all that pleasant, either.
	After a few minutes of spanking, however, the man let up.  
	“Hold ‘er cheeks open.” said the man to Leeann.
	Leeann was confused, highly.  She didn’t know who exactly was on her face; someone was licking out her pussy; she was sick to her stomach; images that was just too crazy to explain roamed thru her head.
	“You better do what he says.” said a small meek voice, Cheyenne, beside her at the shoulder.
	Methodically, Leeann complied.  Her hands laid lightly on the girl on her face, pulling gently the cheeks.  It was a girl, a teenage girl.  The ass was warm and inflamed, the pussy had hair and was musty.  The girl wriggled and settled even moreso onto Leeann’s face.
	Suddenly there was a cock.  Who’s cock Leeann didn’t know for sure, she was too confused.  But the cock came into view, poking at the teenage girl’s asshole and did so infacto slide in.  First it was just the head and then the shaft all the way to the base/balls!
	The teenage girl groaned, moaned, and clung tightly to Leeann’s naked body; Leeann struggled to get a grip on her mind.  She was camping with her children, the first togetherness outing since the kids’ Dad decided the secretary in his office was a better fuck.  

	Camping.
	Nathan jacking off.
	Jamie watching.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	A man’s voice filled her head as she returned to the campsite; she felt powerless and couldn’t stop herself form doing just that—taking off her clothes while her two children watched.
	Then, once naked, she heard a man’s voice tell her to “get on the table.” And again, she couldn’t stop herself from stepping out of her clothes and walking to the old rickety picnic table and laying on it.  The voice finished with telling her to “finger yourself.”

	Closing her eyes she tried to block out the image at the campsite; the teen girl on her face was getting a hellacious butt fuck; the man who was doing the butt fucking pumped faster and faster sending the mustiness level to a new horrendous high.  The man’s balls clutched up tightly to the girl’s ass; Leeann couldn’t believe a man’s cock could so much into the ass.  
	Suddenly the man was cumming, a great quantity of cum shot out along the length of the man’s shaft, coating his balls and then spilling onto Leeann’s face—as was the intent.  She felt her own legs being pulled back  and the girl who had been licking her stopped—replacing the tonguing by someone’s cock…

*

	There was little time to “look around” as the Capejoy family was brought outside in the bright of day.  To be confused would be an understatement—from all Leeann knew about kidnappings and subsequent rapes and other forms of sexual assault she had not heard of such experiences as being taken to a remote locale and forced into sexual servitude.  But it was a rampant thing, she had just not heard of it!
	And there were twelve—TWELVE others!  Kids, teens; naked, engaging in apparent willing sex!  Leeann realized that they (and her family) were mostly likely under the mysterious power of an EMAD.
	Outside there was a large stacked woodpile, a strange waterheater contraption with piping, debris of this sort and that, and an outdoor shower.  It was there were her family came to stand in the presence of the two naked men, the one man who seemed older held a small naked little girl in his arms.

	Leeann felt as if though she were drugged and reacted to the “commands” issued to her in something similar to a drug induced haze; a zombie-like reaction.  She was aware of her surroundings, herself, her family.  She could see the cabin set partially (mostly) into a great hill.  Thick, dense woods surrounded them with a lone rugged dirt road leading up to the cabin.
	Leeann stood under the shower; slightly warm water cascaded down upon her.  Her son, Nathan, came to stand before her with a bar of soap in one hand and a washrag in the other.  He then began to lather her up.  
	At first Leeann seemed oblivious to the fact that it WAS her son; for a moment she merely saw a teenage boy who was handsome.  Then she saw that he was naked.  Then she saw that she herself was unclothed and the naked teen was her son.  She began to freak as Nathan lathered her up with specific interest to her breasts, ass, and pussy!
	‘be calm.’ a Voice said.
	Leeann’s fright level waned but still slightly elevated some.
	“He needs a latherin’, too!” spoke the gruff voice of the naked younger man.  Both men were the quintessential “redneck” with the possibility of them being brothers, inbred, or something.  
	It was like looking at herself like from someone else!
	They rinsed—or were rinsed, then Leeann was positioned at the exposed side of the cabin, griping some piping there, her legs spread with her body at an angle.  Under the shower was her son and daughter; Nathan lathering up his sister—specific attention to her young budding breasts, ass, and pussy area.
	Then, after the rinsing, Jamie and Nathan went to either side of their mother, griping the piping with their bodies outward in a particular stance.
	“Face the wall, don’t be lookin’ around!” shouted the grungier redneck.  The Capejoy family gripped the piping and waited.
	They didn’t have to wait long.
	Jamie Marie Capejoy let out a horrific scream as a belt lashed her delicate ass.  Leeann let go the water supply pipe to defend her daughter.
	Wrong move.
	A swift smack upside her head sent her sprawling over her son and tumbling to the ground dazed.  Her son dashed to attack the redneck but like his Mom, was walloped upside the head and thrown back toppling over his dazed Mother.
	“Yer gonna get extra fer that shit!” snapped the redneck, and he snapped the belt he was holding, too.

	Jamie had cowered to the muddy ground sobbing uncontrollably.  She was yanked to her feet and repositioned.
	“You takes yer fukin’ hands off that pipe again, you’ll regret it!”
	The belt lashed her tender ass again, then again, then again.
	Cowering angrily Nathan seethed—he was both pissed and frightened.  With each strike belted to his sister his rage escalated; when Jamie began to contort and nearly rip the water supply pipe from the wall, Nathan rushed the redneck bastard again.
	This time he managed to tackle the redneck and pin him to the stacked wood.  He began a flurry of pummelings and was not aware of the “other” redneck…

	“They’re going to get it, now.” surmised sadly Wendy.
	“No doubt.”
	“Like us.” added Sierra rubbing the brand mark on her butt.
	Kristy held her, caressing her contemplating.  With each strike from a belt to bare skin outside the kids inside flinched.  The stings that they themselves had endured from their own beltings once more tingled and made them uncomfortable.
	Logan and Kristy exchanged glances—conveying once more “we gotta get outta here.”

	Nathan cringed and felt as though he were squeezing thru the galvanized water supply pipe as his skin was literally on fire.  The beating from the belting had been intense enough and just as he felt he could stand it and “get a grip” on himself so to speak—a new pain came to be that sent him beyond his ability to comprehend what it was that cause the new pain.
	His Mom beside him and his sister beside her were not aware, only that Nathan was in even more distress than he already was.  The boy seethed, blowing snot from his nose, frothing at the mouth and generally freaking out.
	“You move from that wall, boy, you let go that pipe, and I’ll brand yer fukin’ balls!”
	Nathan believed him and held fast to the pipe.
	The air was heavily with the stench of burnt flesh.  Nathan stood cringing, clenching, sputtering.  Up against his mother the crazed redneck pressed his foul naked body; groping her breasts, reaching down to finger her pussy—his cock down between her legs.

	“You bes’ behave yerself, Missy, or I might jess lose myself and get violent!” he giggled and roamed his hands (and cock) all over her.  Stepping back he put the branding iron back into the fire that fired the boiler.  Then picked up the belt and smoothed a hand to the woman’s ass…

	With her legs open, her Grandpa held her on his (bare) lap, inviting the boys to come up to her.  Little Joanna wriggled some but was controllable.  The girls remained on the bed huddling and watching in mild disgust as the boys assembled in the kitchen area.
	John Calhoon caressed his wriggling granddaughter, opening her legs and smiling, licking his lips and musing over the various boys who had come assembling—many of them with boners raging.
	He nodded to ten year old Jackie who did not have a raging boner.  The boy timidly stepped up and quickly did assess the situation.  No words were spoken, his brother, Logan, nudged him gently and the boy went to his knees and began licking on the wriggling six year old’s pussy.
	Logan had a boner.
	So did Adam and Rusty.
	So did Jackie after half a minute of licking Joanna’s poon.
	Joanna’s Grandpa held her little legs back, arching her body in such a position as then she was easily accessible to be penetrated.  Jackie was tapped on the head and he stopped his tonguing of Joanna’s poon and stood to glide his hard-on up and down the girl’s virgin entrance.
	Gently the boy made the penetration; there was resistance but urged by the grandpa he plunged inward and busted the little girl’s cherry.  Joanna wasn’t too keen on this and fussed—resulting in her grandpa walloping her exposed thigh and sternly saying “settle down!”
	Joanna pouted, sobbed some, and was officially raped.
	Logan got a wash rag and wiped down the little girl’s broken pussy; Jackie cleaned himself and went to the fireplace afterwards—embarrassed to go back to the bed where the girls were assembled.
	Grandpa Calhoon fingered his granddaughter’s pussy, massaging it in a feeble effort to soothe it.  Joanna continued to sob, twist, and be a typical six year old in such a situation.  The grandpa’s cock was raging hard and was right there for all to see (and enjoy…)
	Rusty got the nod nextly.  He came and applied his tongue to Joanna’s poon, licked and lapped for two minutes or so—then stood and made penetration to the young girl’s cunt.  As he pumped, outside there were still the relentless sounds of spanking in progress.

	Adam’s turn resulted in cumming off.  He fucked the full five minutes and knew that fucking a tight semi-virginal cunt was the way to go.  He shot a massive wad into the young girl’s cunt, then upon pulling out blasted a nice hot load all over the girl’s pussy and then up her chest.  His eyes fluttered and he virtually fell away to the floor holding his cock in some agony.  (but it was a good agony)
	Arnold fucked the little girl, and substantially creamed in and on her like Adam had done.  When done, Cheyenne had to come with Kristy to lick the cum from Joanna’s body as well as suck the boys’ who had put the cum there.  
	Thereafter, Logan applied his cock to Joanna’s cunt…

	On her knees, Jamie choked and gagged as the man’s cock filled her mouth, jamming down her throat blasting hot wads of spunk.  In her ass was her deranged brother while under her wallowing in the mud was her mother sucking on Nathan’s balls while he fucked.
	It was quite a scene.
	Magnus the Horrid filled Jamie’s pre-teen mouth with a large amount of his love (cream); pulled out and slapped her face that segued to face fucking her until her brother creamed her hole.
	Their mother beneath them was broken, sobbing uncontrollably and horribly-horribly broken in mind & spirit.  Jamie fell away, throwing up, curling up tight trembling all over.  Although Nathan had enjoyed “cumming” off and that was good, doing so to his sister wasn’t as thrilling.
	The Horrid One stood over the unfortunate family and showered them with a golden shower spray.  Then, swiftly he grabbed up Jamie by her hair,
	“Now, Missy, you gonna mind yer dear ole Daddy or do yous need more disciplin’?”
	Jamie twisted and expressed her confusion; she sobbed and continued to retch but nodded yes.
	“Yes, what?” asked the deranged redneck.
	Jamie had no response and continued to be confused.
	“Yous bes’ answer me, Missy; yous my daughter and I’s yous Daddy; when I’s asks you sumptin’ yous bes’ answer back quick like with Yes Daddy or No Daddy.  Yous got that, Missy!?”
	Jamie didn’t get it.
	“Leave her alone you whacked fuck!”
	Wrong answer.
	Jamie was thrown to the muddy ground and the naked redneck grabbed the mouthy Nathan, throwing him up against the stacked wood.
	“I’m a-gonna brand yer balls, boy!”
	Nathan struggled but was already powerless against the might of the backwoods redneck.  With his arms pinned, his face against the wood Nathan could only endure as the brusque man roughly fingered his asshole then grabbed his balls and SQUEEZED ‘em!
	“Leave him alone!” bawled Jamie.
	The whacked redneck turned to leer at her outburst.
	“Wahd you say, Missy?  Yous talking to me?”
	Jamie shook and trembled, she looked as though she were about to the throw up again, then, “Yes, yes, Daddy, please leave him alone.”
	Nathan was let go and he crumbled in a heap holding his balls.

*

I’m a bAAAAAAAd boy!
	Kristy clung to the bed, eyes focused on the log beams above her.  Her inner most thoughts were mulled, moot.  There was only to endure, to hang on until a more prime opportunity presented itself.  Retribution she hoped would be swift, if not—she began to formulate her own retribution; she would see the bastard(s) hung—from the balls!
	Speaking of balls—John Calhoon’s balls slapped up against the teenage girl in rapid succession—very rapid as he was reaching his climatic goal of manly achievement.  His manhood buried to the hilt in her well fucked cunny; pressed against her head was the schlong of one of the boys—Adam was his name.  Underneath him was one of the girls, Cheyenne.  Fucking her was one of the boys, Jackie.
	The bed squeaked and jostled relentlessly as relentlessly thirteen year old Kristy Samholt was fucked.  The sweat from the 2nd redneck moonshiner bastard dripped onto Kristy, cum squirted out of Adam’s pecker and doused her face (eyes).  The boy fell away, laying right on the edge toying with his superbly desensitized cock.  Jackie continued his screwing of Cheyenne for another minute before blasting a fresh hot load of spunk into her.  He then lay on her exhausted.
	“Get off me!” bitched Cheyenne.  She pushed the boy off and scooted to sit up and lay with her back into Adam.
	The 2nd redneck got his jollies and filled Kristy’s cunt to the max.  Their cum mixed to flow out; their energies drained and how!  The man gave a mighty moan of ultimate satisfaction, then like Jackie, collapsed onto the naked sweating body of Kristy.

*

	Megan Rhains had wept, sobbed, and carried on as she should during the times the two rednecks took their turns raping her; with the 1rst one not getting “off” abruptly turning her over and reaming her ass until he DID get off.
	After the rednecks had taken their turn, the boys of the cabin took theirs.  One by one, starting with Adam, then Arnold, Rusty, Jackie, and Logan.  Each boy fucked until he get off, creaming the girl’s pussy greatly and draining themselves.  The boys, while fucking, sucked on Megan’s breasts, kissed her, and ran their hands all over.
	When Logan had filled Megan’s cunt he rested and waited with the others for whatever else was their fate.  It had already been ungodly with the defiling of the young granddaughter girl belonging to the 2nd redneck.  All the boys had taken turns with her and when they had finished—the girl’s grandfather positioned her on the table and raped her himself.
	Afterwards, the girl was taken outside.  The Capejoy family came into the house and they were—well, fucked up.  All three had been branded; all three had horrid belt marks on their backsides, thighs, and especially their ass.  The fireplace they were positioned, the boys of the cabin had just finished a round of fucking (Megan), Adam had recovered just slightly when he got the nod to come stand before Jamie Capejoy.  Cortney and Karen came along with him; as Jamie sucked on Adam’s flaccid cock, Karen and Cortney caressed his ass, tugged on his balls, and got him “excited.”
	Jamie was a mess; sniveling some, her hair caked in cum, piss, mud, and blood.  She sucked on the eleven year old boy’s cock and when it was hard (enough), she laid out on the bear skin rug, parted her legs and accepted the eleven year old.  
	While the sex act took place, her mother and brother watched.  Leeann was most horrified, but her mind was in a state of outrageous upheaval at the whole sordid thing.  Her daughter and son had been horribly abused, beaten and even branded!  It was unconscionable and un-fucking-believable!
	Adam struggled and finally managed to bring himself to cum.  Karen and Cortney continued to rub his butt, fondle his balls, and diddle his “hole” until he creamed.  It wasn’t much of a cum off but a cum off nonetheless.  When done, Karen and Cortney sucked him clean, then licked on Jamie’s fucked cunt…

	Arnold came from the bed and stood before the woman, Leeann.
	Cheyenne and Wendy came along, too.  Cheyenne fondled the boy’s dick with her fingers while Wendy fondled the boy’s balls and his ass.  The girls were sheepish and averted their eyes from the woman’s body.  Young Arnold Mu stood staring at the woman’s breasts; his young Korean face stoic revealing no signs of his mood.  
	When finally sufficiently hard, Leeann took over tugging on the boy’s cock, then—as per command, went down on him and sucked a full five minutes before the 1rst redneck said, “that enough!”
	Leeann stopped and laid out beside her daughter, opening her legs and totally flabbergasted over the whole ordeal.  To be simply raped by a man was one thing, to be kidnapped was one thing—but to be kidnapped and raped by boys who had also been kidnapped was something else.
	But there was nothing she could do about it, though—she did not think she herself or her children could stand another round of abuse outside at the wood stack.  She guided the young boy into her sex and they fucked for several minutes.
	When his pumping had slowed and his energy all but spent,
	“You cum, boy?” asked the Horrid One.
	Arnold looked up—his dark eyes on Wendy.  ‘no.’  he was frightened and it showed.
	“You want me to look, Daddy?” Wendy asked.
	“Go ‘head.”
	Wendy pulled Arnold’s balls up and peered down to where his cock was softening against the woman’s cunt.  Quickly she hocked a loogy.  Sitting up she looked dead onto her “daddy” and nodded with affirmation,
	“Yes, Daddy, he came.”

	For Nathan, it was Karen and Cortney.  All eyes were upon the two as they sat on their knees before the new boy who had a semi hard cock pulsing.  The boy tightened up, closed his eyes, and exhibited expressions of mixed feelings.  If he were not in the company of the others cabinites or especially in the company of his Mom and sister—then getting a blowjob from the wee little girls would have been a little better received.
	Both the wee little girls took turns griping the teen’s cock, fondling his balls, then sucking his dick.  
	“All the way down!” egged the Horrid One.  Karen didn’t hesitate and engulfed the head of the boy’s cock and then began working herself down more and more.  Nathan’s cock got harder (more and more.)

	His dick was about to explode—he tried to hold off but the intensity of cumming off was too great.  The little girl had an amazing ability!  Nathan was in fits, if only his Mom wasn’t right beside him, his sister, too.  He closed his eyes tight and tried to think of something else but it was like trying to hold back Niagara Falls with a two-by-four!
	His cum spewed and leaked out the corners of the very pretty little girl servicing him.  He couldn’t hold back making an audible sound, either,
	“Ahhhhhh!” he ejaculated all his liquid sticky ooze into the girl’s mouth and amazingly—she swallowed!  The little girl giggled, sputtered some of his spunk but mostly giggled about it.
	‘hump her face.’ said the Voice.
	Compliance!
	His cock against the smooth baby face of the six year old tantalized him; his balls surged and gave new life to his softening pud.  It was a deplorable thing to hump the sweet face of the little girl—but it sure felt good regardless!
	With his energy all but spent, Nathan stood on wobbly knees, fluttering his eyes, wondering what could be next?
	Next was Cortney.
	Cortney took her turn sucking on the cock—fondling the teen’s balls, sucking the teen’s balls, sucking the teen back to life and pure bewilderment.  Karen went to the 2nd redneck (much to Kristy’s dismay.)  The second redneck pulled her onto his lap, caressed her butt and toyed with her nipples.  The girl’s sister, Kristy, looked on with increasing dismay, coupled with increasing hatred, disgust, and vile disdain for the horrid man she loathed.
	John Calhoon took a swig of ‘shine and offered a swig to Karen.
	Karen couldn’t even handle the smell.
	Leeann propped herself up on her elbows and watched in absolute horror as the older redneck stabbed his cock into the six year old’s asshole.
	“Oh my God!” she breathed.
	Karen began to fuss—which resulted in her getting a swift swat to her dainty little ass.  JC made great efforts at total sodomy but managed only the head of his cock.  Kristy glared at the 1rst redneck,
	“You got sumtin’ a-wrong wid yer face, Missy?” spat the Horrid One.
	“You bes’ wipe it clean and behave yerself lessen’ yous wants to go outside to the woodpile!”
	Kristy’s glare diminished—some.  She still loathed the horrid one and vowed vengeance.  

	Leeann felt retchings uncontrollable seething through her body; it was a nightmare unending.  More was to come, though.  
	“Suck ‘im.” she was told by the Horrid One.  The “’im” referred to was her son.  Leeann shook her head, she retched and was close to throwing up.
	“Wanna take anutter trip outside then, eh?” chortled the whacked redneck.
	“FUCK YOU!” blurted Leeann suddenly.
	Ut-oh, not good.
	The redneck rushed the woman—she scooted (but scooted to the blazing fireplace).  Her son jumped in, tackling the redneck and he collapsed onto Cheyenne.  There was a scream.

	Nathan went sailing thru air, colliding with the wall and slumping thereafter to the floor to lay in a crumbled heap.  His sister curled up to the wall by a small pile of wood.  Their mother had been smacked upside the head and lay dazed on the floor clutching the fur skinned rug.
	The Horrid One cuddled Cheyenne, there was blood on her lips and she twitched.
	“I’ll take her to Bakker.” said the 2nd redneck.
	The 1rst redneck handed off the broken child (Cheyenne) and John was off.  The Horrid One followed him outside.  The 2nd redneck fired up his truck and sped off into the bleak night.

*

Little Whores on the Prairie
	She wriggled.  She fussed.  She thrashed and ranted; but her rantings were curbed by the cloth gag in her mouth.  She was most unhappy but well curbed.  She was also naked.
	Nellie Olson, Walnut Grove’s version of a “BITCH” lay in peril.  Her arms tied tightly behind her she lay out on a scratchy bale of hay, legs tied outward and held secure by ropes; her face concealed from public view by a burlap sack.  
	The place was a barn, although that fact was unknown to Nellie.  It was early evening and Laura Ingalls (remember her?) ran a slender cucumber up and down Nellie’s pussy.  The girl thrashed and ranted; Laura continued her doing—pushing the veggie phallic into to Nellie’s entrance and giving the halpless teen fits.

	Mary Ingalls, the older sibling of Laura, quietly stepped up and whispered, “He’s coming.” 
	Laura smiled, nodded, and glided the vegetable more and more into Nellie’s sex.  Mary watched, smiled in a curious manner, then stepped up to Nellie’s head.
	Laura watched her as Mary pushed down her pants and panties, then angled her butt to Nellie’s face and let rip a narly long blast of anal gas.  Nellie freaked, Laura giggled but clamped her hands over her mouth to keep from giving herself away.
	It was a daily thing for Nellie Olson to torment others—if she couldn’t find real dirt on someone, she made it up.  She cheated at school and when she got caught, she blamed someone else.  She was a brat, a spoiled brat.  Her Mother owned the one general store in Walnut Grove, her Father operated the store and had very little say in the upbringing of his children, his Wife was domineering and coddled the children to where they misbehaved greatly and got away with it.
	What the actual catalyst was that got Nellie in her dire predicament was not known, but apparently the Ingalls girls had had enough.  Nellie fussed but most of her fight was out of her.  Laura returned to pushing the cucumber into Nellie’s pussy…
	A knock came three times to the barn door, followed by a pause and then two knocks, a pause, and then a single knock.  Laura stood up, Mary (after pulling up her pants) went to the small side door and opened it, letting in a young boy about thirteen.
	He was sheepish and looked around.  There were whispers and the boy handed over some money to Mary.  Mary folded the cash, tucked it into her pants pocket then led the “customer” to where Nellie lay strapped down.  She was in a stall, secretly hidden by a partition of hay bales.  The boy gawked at the naked girl, blushed, and got wood.  
	Mary and Laura left the stall, slipping quietly out and then sneaking into the adjoining stall where they quietly moved a wood plank to spy upon Nellie and the “customer.”
	The boy held fast a minute, looked around then stepped up to focus on the girl’s nakedness.  He still seemed nervous and continued to look around; he was somewhat handsome with dark hair and eyes, very tan skin, somewhat rugged features that made him somewhat alluring.  Slowly he unzipped his pants and pushed them down.
	His cock poked out his underwear and in a fluidic motion he slid his tidy-whiteys down and stood with a raging boner some five inches long!

	“Mmmmm!” Mary said but not loud enough to be heard.
	Laura fingered herself and feasted on the boy’s cock, too.
	Nellie thrashed about some more but was held fast expertly by the ropes.  The boy licked his lips and shuffled up closer to the hay bale.  He gave his cock a stroke then knelt down and examined the girl’s cunt.  Timidly he put his fingers to the pussy, moving all over and parting the “lips” to gander at the inner recesses.
	The boy’s cock, though, demanded attention and abruptly interrupted the teen’s desire to examine a girl’s cunt up close and personal.  He moved up to glide the head of his dick up and down the girl’s entrance before slowly making entry.
	Nellie was freaking out.

	3-2-1
	Mary went to the door letting in the next customer only to find her brother there!  Not biologically connected and not by marriage, either—Albert Q Ingalls was adopted into the family.  He was fourteen but looked twelve.  He had been “in” the family less than a year.  The girls had come to like him and tolerate him. 
	He fished out some money, his allowance, and Mary brought him to his purchase.  Laura had cleaned the hapless girl up and was herself shocked to see Albert standing there—with a boner prodding out his pants.
	The girls left him to his business, to complete the transaction.  He waited a moment or so after his “sisters” left, then stepped up to Nellie, licking his lips thoughtfully.  He looked all around the stall, then over his shoulder before pushing down his pants and underwear.
	Mary and Laura spying in hung their mouths open—Albert despite being fourteen (and appearing twelve) had a cock of a sixteen year old—and then some!  He stroked the massive schlong, flopped it in the air then slid his body down onto the concealed girl.  Pawing at her breasts he was very curious as to who the girl was, but his cock still held command and into her sex he went.

	When the deed was done, Albert made a great deal of audible sounds to triumphant the end.  He was mindful, though, of keeping his mouth shut so as not to give himself away as to his identity.  He came greatly into the hapless Nellie, pulled out and spanked his monkey onto her fresh fucked cunt, spilling even a little more of his monkey spunk.

	He then lay on her to suckle her breasts and hump on her pussy while he sufficiently recovered.  His curiosity pestered him, though, and he started to sneak a look up under the burlap sack covering the girl he had just fucked when a pestering knock rap-tap-tapped on the stall wall and someone (Mary) cleared her throat.
	Albert relented, farted, and then peed onto the unknown girl’s pussy.

	Nellie thrashed and nearly knocked the burlap bag off her face.  Mary twisted the girl’s arm and held her in place while Laura wiped the girl’s cunt clean (of Albert’s splooge).  Thereafter she was prepped for another customer.  Nellie thrashed more and made it difficult for Mary to control her; Laura brought into play the Belt.
	The Belt hung from a hook just inside the barn door—it was used on the girls by their Pa—but not often and not in a long time (well, not for orderly obedient non-trouble making Mary, but Laura had gotten the Belt as recently as the previous month!)
	And like when getting the Belting, it was bare skin for Nellie as it was for Mary and Laura.  Mary wrenched Nellie over onto her stomach and with Laura’s help wrapped a rope around her chest and neck securing from movement as the end of the rope were then secured to the stall posts.  She was really pissed then.
	But not as pissed as when her bare ass was lashed with the belt.
	Mary rubbed Nellie’s ass first, parting the cheeks and admiring somewhat the girl’s ass, crack, hole, and fresh fucked cunt.  Laura stood close at hand giggling and fingering herself.  Mary’s mood soured as she recalled how Nellie had tricked her into writing the wrong essay at school costing Mary points with her teacher, classmates, and possible chance at going to a state conference.
	Mary lashed Nellie’s bare ass with the belt.  The sting of which nearly sent Nellie out of her skin.  She thrashed about wildly as the prim and snobbish, proper and snooty, delicate and spoiled had never been so disciplined.  Mary had, but not often.  A lashing from the belt followed by another—then it was Laura’s turn.  

	Before the “welts” appeared on her delicate skin, the beating stopped.  The belt was replaced and Mary went to the door to signal via a bullseye lantern that “business” was open.  Nellie sobbed uncontrollably, retched, and danced a jig as she lay stretched over the haybale.
	Minutes later and there was knock signal at the door.

	Fred Holling was the next “customer.”  He admired the unknown girl’s ass and didn’t care if he saw her face or not.  He dropped his pants and stuffed her from behind.  Mary and Laura in hiding in the adjacent stall couldn’t tell what “hole” the fourteen year old strapping farm boy was—not that it mattered.  He gripped Nellie’s hips and fucked hard for several minutes.
	When he came he pulled out and slapped the hapless girl’s ass with his cock, squirting his cum all over her still searing ass.  He swatted the ass with his own hand, caressed her all over and fondled her squashed breasts.  And like the customer before him, he tried to sneak a look at who he had been banging.
	And like the customer before him, he got a warning about doing so.

	The girls decided to leave Nellie affixed as she was, she was more accessible and controllable that way.  She was given five minutes of rest before a new customer came into her…
	The new customer was a surprise, too.  Most of the younger set residents of Walnut knew of Mary and Laura’s little “enterprise.”  The cost was nominal--$10.  The girls had thought about using themselves but were sheepish about it.  Then Nellie Olson got on their nerves for the final time.
	Mary and Laura discussed the “afterwards.”  
	“We’ve got to calm her down before we take her home.”
	Laura held a small black bag belonging to Doctor Hiram Weis, the local veterinarian.  In it contained various vials of this and that, used to calm skittish horses and inoculations of this and that.  
	“You sure you remember which one calms?” Mary asked.
	Laura nodded and searched the contents of the bag making a startling discovery.
	“What?” Mary asked sensing a problem.
	“I don’t see it.”
	“WHAT!?”
	“That one he used, it’s not here!”
	“Oh fine!” then, “Now what’ll we do!?”
	Laura looked over the various small bottles, “Could use one of these others.”  The name tags on the bottles had virtually every letter in the Known Alphabet—and then some.  
	“No, we better not.” Mary wisely cautioned.  “We’ll just have to tote her back as she is.”
	“What about Doc Bakker?” Laura asked.
	Mary thought it over, he was a good egg—and a pervert.

	As the Ingalls girls decided on the best course of action in settling Nellie down and contacting Doc Bakker, a knock signal came to the door again.  The signal was not at the regular door, though, but another side door.
	“Oh crap!” exclaimed Mary, “Forgot about that one.”
	Laura went to the door and opened the small Pass-thru slot; inside the wooden tray was five dollars.  A “cock” came thru the small open below.  It was hard and the owner was unknown—until peeking thru the privacy peep hole just above the gloryhole.
	Laura shrugged, stroked the cock then went to work sucking it.
	Mary slipped up behind her whispering, “Who is it?” Laura was busy and pointed up to the peep hole.  Mary peered thru but with the dying light of day it was difficult to make out exactly who.  She did determine, though, that it was Hank Larson, a fifteen year old strapping farm boy.
	A fuck was ten bucks, a blow job was five.
	Laura sucked and sucked on the cock poking thru the hole; for fifteen, Hank Larson had a marvelous cock that caused Laura to once more begin fingering herself.  Mary positioned herself behind her sister and began undressing her…

	Nellie had peed.  Laura found a handle of a rake or hoe and began forcing it into Nellie’s asshole.  Nellie went all kinds of freak about that.  Mary stood naked and came to straddle Nellie’s neck, facing Laura.  Laura, also naked, twisted the wooden handle that was partly into Nellie’s hole; Mary began to pee.
	Laura giggled and blushed.  Mary farted.
	Another knock to the door there was, at the gloryhole.  Laura went to it, took the money and then took the cock that stuck thru the hole without even bothering to peek thru the peephole.  Mary finished her pee, used Nellie’s hair to wipe her cunt and then slipped up to the peeper to see who was getting “serviced.”
	“Holy shit!” quipped Mary.  “Doc Bakker!”
	Laura almost choked but kept sucking the cock until it spewed milky goo into her mouth.  Laura drained the cock and when the cock began to soften and pull out of the hole, Mary quietly opened the side door to greet the naughty doctor.
	“Hiya Doctor Bakker!” she said giggling.
	Doc Bakker was taken aback, embarrassed, and confused.  Mary took his hand and brought him inside the barn that was not on the Ingalls property but did belong to the Ingalls family.

	Laura greeted the doctor, too, grinning with a mouth full of jiz.  
	Bakker stared at the girls—in all their naktivity.  He smiled after he got over his being embarrassed.  
	“Quite a little enterprise you’ve got going.” He said in remarking about the “gloryhole” business.
	“We’ve got another, too.” sparked Mary.
	Mary—a usually demure girl, prim and proper; well poised, thoughtful and very smart.  No one knew of her naughty-dark side.  Nakedly she led the confounded country doctor to where Nellie O lay on the haybale.  Before he could utter a word Mary hushed him with a finger to her lips.
	Bakker understood, sort of.  He saw Nellie adorned with the burlap bag—that was for security’s sake.  He popped a major boner right off staring at Nellie’s ass that was still somewhat reddened from the belting earlier.
	He paused to stare in disbelief and confounded bewilderment.
	Laura slipped past him and patted Nellie’s ass, parting a cheek and grinning big.  Naked Mary tapped Bakker’s pulsing prong and gripped it (thru his pants) and guided him to Nellie.  Nothing was said.  Bakker blinked his eyes and continued to be confounded.  Mary unzipped his pants and hauled out his manly dong, gave it a tug and then SHE sucked it.  (she had sucked it before—they had fucked before in his private office in town.)
	After getting him nice and hard, Mary guided his hard-on into Nellie’s asshole.  She then whispered into his ear who the hole he was fucking was.  To say the least the ole country doc was stunned—but he didn’t lose his boner.  The “head” of his country cock was IN, he had to pause and think, rethink, cock his head and stare at the wriggling girl in continuing bewilderment.
	But his lust for satisfaction prompted him and into Nellie Olson’s asshole he went fully.  Once in to the base he began to pump.  Nellie at first thrashed about wildly but a quick smack from both Mary and Laura settled her down and Dock Bakker sodomized greatly the Bitch of Walnut Grove.

	“So we was hoping you had something to help her.” Mary explained after explaining about the vet’s doctor bag not having what they thought it would have.  Bakker scolded the Ingalls girls, vet-animal medicine was far different than people medicine and could have seriously harmed Nellie.
	Mary and Laura nodded that they understood.
	Bakker told them he had something for her (back at his office) so the Ingalls “business” would have to stay open a little longer.  Mary and Laura were cool with that.  They dressed and put out the lantern and waited.

	They didn’t have to wait long before the signal came once more.
	Mary answered and surprised and then bemused to find Willie Olson at the door with money in hand.  Willie Olson the unfortunate brother of Nellie, the younger brother.  (although it wouldn’t matter even if he was older—Nellie was the epitome of a “spoiled brat” and would have hounded him, too.)
	Willie Olson was a good egg; easy going and playful but suffering under the shadow of his sister, Nellie.  Willie was some two years younger and was constantly hounded—tricked, duped, made fun of, roused, and forced to obey his sister’s wills.  
	Mary and Laura were actually Willie’s best friends—in secret.  Often times Willie sought them out for play, or to simply hide from the torturous Nellie.  Mary and Laura often shielded him from Nellie and took the brunt of the Bitch’s abuse as a result.
	Willie was sheepish but handed over his allowance.
	“You know what,” Mary said, “tonight we’ve decided to give every other customer a freebie.”
	“A freebie?”
	“Right,” said Laura stepping up smiling, “a free session.”
	“Right, no charge.”
	Willie stood dumbfounded, shrugging his shoulders, clinging to his money.
	“It means you’re the freebie.”
	Willie gulped, smiled, and brightened up.  The Ingalls girls had a way about them—to make him feel good and not hounded.  Laura folded his hand holding his allowance money and pushed it back into his pants pocket.
	“So lets get to it then, shall we?” Mary led Willie to the stall where the hapless Nellie was.  Willie stared at the naked girl, he had no idea it was his sister.  He smiled and blushed some then stood being all kinds of bashful.  Mary nudged Laura and the two made themselves scarce.
	Once in hiding they peered thru the knothole only to see Willie still standing—still dressed.  He did rub his hand to his crotch and stare at the naked girl—the desire was there but it lacked sufficient power to motivate fully to the deed.
	Mary shook her head, “I think we’re going to have to help him.”
	Laura was okay with that.  They had all three been naked together before—skinny dipping.  There had been no sex or perversions involved, just three mixed friends swimming—naked.

	Willie tightened up and became somewhat cold.
	Mary and Laura had ways to warm him up.
	Without a word the girls flanked him with Mary undoing his pants.  Laura undone his shirt.  Willie stood confounded and let them!  Mary tugged the boy’s pants down, taking his underwear down, too.  Laura pulled off Willie’s shirt and he was practically nude.
	Laura then slipped off her shirt and downed her pants.
	Mary began fondling the boy’s cock and balls.
	Nellie wrestled in her bindings and farted…

	Strangely, it wasn’t the first time Willie had sodomized his sister; and it was she who had directed him to do so!  Willie was at the age where even a brief stiff wind got him a boner.  The scent of a girl’s perfume; a girl’s ass swishing in her light Summery dress; a short skirt, a brief glimpse of a girl’s panties, anything related to a girl’s sex got Willie Olson hard.
	Nellie had caught him in the family home’s basement beating off.
	She first admonished him strongly, then chastised him, then made him stand before her and complete the deed.  Then, she LICKED the splooge from his hand!  She also fondled his cock and balls and let him look at her titties.  Of course, this drove the younger sibling crazy and he would do anything—anything to do it again.
	Nellie had him.
	Nellie had him do her chores.  Nellie had him do other peoples chores.  Nellie had him cheat for her at school, take the blame for something she did OR someone else did.  Degrading, shameful, relentless slave-like things on a daily basis; the reward of which was in the family home basement Nellie stripped herself naked, spread her legs and let her twelve year old brother jack off onto her pussy and ass.
	Afterwards, the boy had to lick clean his own mess spilled.
	He had never gotten INTO her pussy, but strangely—Nellie had let him fuck her ass.  She had him.  He liked—a lot!  Sodomizing his sister was great and he would do anything to do it again—and again—and again.  
	Of course, the daily put downs, chores, extra chores, houndings and ridicule had their toil.  But he was in too deep and he saw no way out.  
	Mary guided his cock into Nellie’s asshole—this after Laura had sucked it!  Both the Ingalls girls were nude and both had taken turns sucking his cock and balls and when he was “hard enough to brick bricks” he was guided to insert and fuck.

	And he did fuck.  
	Nellie thrashed as much as she could and Willie fucked her.  It was like as if though he were on fire—a minute into the deed and he stepped up his humping; acting out his frustrations he thrusted into the well fucked hole and fucked his fucking fill furiously.
	Even after cumming off his cock was still dramatically hard.  He wiped it onto Nellie’s ass and guided it into Nellie’s cunt.  As he fucked all the harder in the sex, Mary and Laura—who remained with him during the fuck spree, wondered to themselves if they should let him be aware of who he was humping?
	After his second helping of humping, it was such posed.  It was only obvious that the victim was such—a victim.  The girls somehow had kidnapped a hapless girl and made her a commodity.  Somehow, strangely, that didn’t seem to bother Willie, nor any of the other customers.  Would it matter if they knew it was the Bitch of Walnut Grove?  Would it cause them to be upset—or more turned on?
	While taking a rest break, Laura sucked on Willie’s cock.  She fondled his balls and Willie couldn’t help but give Mary the once over—twice!  Mary, unabashed, positioned herself on a partial hay bale and fingered herself.
	“I guess you liked her, huh?”
	Willie couldn’t answer but nodded.  Laura slurped continuously his nasty cock without stopping.  Willie was stunned and couldn’t believe what was happening.
	“There’s others we’re thinking of putting here, but we’re not sure who.” pause for dramatic effect, “do you have any ideas.”
	Hmmm, pause for reality check.
	It WAS out and out kidnapping and holding for sexual purposes.  The girl on the bale of hay was well secured, a burlap bag concealing her identity, red marks on her butt, cum dripping from her pussy and asshole, skin peeling from her wrists and ankles from the ropes…
	Willie stared and stared—though he didn’t say it, he nodded.  He had a girl in mind alright.  Mary sat up and leaned to him, “Nellie?” she asked.
	Willie pursed his lips and began getting off on getting blown.  Laura worked his cock and when it seemed as the boy was about to explode, Mary came to him and straddled him!

	Willie was all for that, he cupped Mary’s ass, his face in her tits, his cock in her cunt.  Mary slid all the way down on his pre-teen pecker and it was good.  It was as good a fuck as any.  Laura positioned her head down between Willie’s legs so as she could see his cock slamming up into her sister.
	It was quite an event and despite Laura having nearly brought Willie to climax, he managed to hold off until the two minute mark.  a huge slurry of milky cream splashed up into Mary’s teen twat then drizzled down onto his bone and soaked his balls.
	All the while humping Mary, Willie suckled on her breasts, clung to her lovely country girl body thinking of nothing but cumming off.  After cumming off he lay back on the hay while Laura once more took on his cock, sucking it clean—balls, too.
	Mary fingered herself then slowly crawled onto Willie’s young sweaty body—positioning her cum soaked poon onto the young boy’s face.  She didn’t have to tell him “eat me” or “clean me”—he was used to it from doing so to his sister.  Mary wriggled her tingling cunt into Willie’s face and he took right to the task of twat munching.

	So, what if it was Nellie?  Would he care?  Would he mind?  Would it matter?  Would he care?  Nellie was his sister, he was supposed to mind, to care for her; to have feelings and such in tune with that of sibling love.  But the bratty spoiled bitch had soiled that meaning and NO, Willie James Olson did not care—in facts, he would help kidnap Nellie and tie her up and “present” her just like the bitch on the hay bale was!
	Mary and Laura looked at one another smiling.  Together they went to the hapless victim and removed the burlap bag.  Her eyes were covered with a bandana but her face—her face, hair, everything revealed to Willie that she was his sister, Nellie.
	The gag in her mouth prevented her from speaking but she ranted just the same.  Willie stood in awe.  It was mind blowing.  It was his sister, his tormentor and it was over the top mind blowing.
	Laura smacked Nellie’s ass, parted a cheek inviting Willie to “come get some” more.  Willie stared.  There were mixed feelings and when it seemed as though his feelings were waning to the side of “caring”, Mary whispered to him, “remember that essay you had to write for her?”
	“remember the spanking from you Pa because of her?”
	“remember you not getting candy and she getting it all?”
	“remember…?”  “remember…?”  “remember…?”	

	Willie guided his cock into Nellie’s cunt—with Laura’s help and the boy took off.  No gentle pumping—he started thrashing his cock into her dramatically from the get go.
	Mary and Laura sat on their knees watching, fingering themselves, and smiling big.  It was worth the “no charge” fee but Willie would have paid twice the fee to torment his sister as he was doing.
	He was ruthless in his torment to Nellie; the girl thrashed about wildly as her pussy was tormented and then her asshole—and then her pussy again.  Willie humped, thrusting his pre-teenhood into her sex, pulling out and slapping her ass as hard as he could stand it.
	And then he came.
	A great gob of boy spunk spewed dramatically into Nellie’s cunt, Willie was immeasurable in his pursuit to cum.  And even after his cock remained hard—hard enough to break bricks.  He slapped Nellie’s ass with all his might and it didn’t seem to bother him.
	“You wanna do her in the mouth?” asked Laura.
	Willie did, oh yes he did and then some.
	The gag was removed and Willie positioned himself on the hay strewn floor; Mary holding Nellie’s head forced her down onto her brother’s prong.  Nellie was already out of her mind with sexual torment and went moreso knowing that a foul cock was invading her mouth.
	“Suck it, bitch!” Mary said no longer caring whether or not Nellie would recognize her voice not.
	“Yeah, suck me, bitch!”
	apparently, neither did Willie.

	He didn’t cum but close counts.  After fucking her mouth, Willie pulled out and on his own humped his sister’s face shooting some cum into her eyes, nose, and hair.  Thereafter, a brief rest and then he was back to her business end where Laura handed to him the Belt.
	“remember the beatings you got instead of her?”
	Willie licked his lips and stared at Nellie’s twitching ass.  He let fly the belt and then let fly another—and another  and then another.  He was about to let fly another when a knock came to the door.
	Willie dropped the belt and was led behind some stacked hay while Mary checked the door.  It was Doc Bakker back with “drugs.”  He was somewhat to slightly amused to find Willie present.  He greeted the nude boy and Nellie’s torment continued.

*

	With the drugs administered, Nellie Olson was much more easier to deal with.  Bakker checked over her skin rash at her wrists and ankles where she had rubbed the skin raw.  That would be hard to explain as he had actually planned on administrating enough drugs so as to confound her mind and she wouldn’t know what happened to her.
	So a new plan would have to be enacted.
	Meanwhile, Willie was ready to doink her again.
	Bakker watched with some mild amusement as Mary and Laura sucked the boy’s cock, then guided him to Nellie’s cunt as she lay drugged out on the hay bale delirious and definitely not-in-the-know.  
	As the Ingalls girls had done to Willie, they did so to Doc Bakker, undoing his pants and taking them down then servicing his cock.  Willie watched them as he pumped tenaciously into his sister’s quim; he smiled and didn’t care.  He fucked and fucked, laid on Nellie’s body to suck her titties and he “got after it.”
	Mary noted that Doc Bakker’s eyes were on Willie’s ass.
	Laura smiled and began caressing Willie’s ass, parting his cheeks and giggling.  Mary led Doc Bakker’s by his cock and began prodding the bulbous mushroom tip to the boy’s hole.  Willie looked back to see what was going on, then let it be and parted his own cheek, pooching his ass up some but not giving up his humping of his sister.
	Both Ingalls girls helped guide the doctor’s cock into Willie’s backdoor; and once in it was determined that he was not a virgin.  Doc Bakker made full anal insertion with some relevant ease—and once seated fully he began a steady course that was butt fucking.
	It was a major turn on for Willie; he humped, paused, and humped some more all the while he was humped.  He made it to the two minute mark before exploding.  There was little cum, a clear white sticky substance instead of the normal white milky substance.  Willie didn’t care, most of the alternate cum was deposited into his sister anyways.
	Dock Bakker made a deposit, too.  He strained and fucked hard for several long enduring seconds as he came.  Pulling out he spanked his monkey against the boy’s ass and then reinserted for a dramatic climatic ending lasting some 90 seconds.
	The orgasm was good—damn good.  Bakker fell back to a bale of hay to try and recover.  Willie lay on his drugged out sister, sucking on her titties, his cock still leaking that clear liquid ooze.

	It was getting late; Doc Bakker picked up the drugged Nellie and placed her in his truck, Willie scurried home ‘cause it was that time to be home and not elsewhere and his folks would be worried/furious about his tardiness (not too mention the absence of Nellie…)
	The Ingalls girls straightened up the stall Nellie had been in and were suddenly intruded upon by their Pa, Charles Ingalls.  He stared at the girls as they were nude and God only knows what they were doing…
	He deduced quickly what they had been doing and took his hand to them, laying Mary across his lap first and swatting her bare ass with his bare hand until she began to cry and squirm so.  (part of that was acting…)
	Laura “acted” too, but the stings to her ass really smarted.
	After the bare handed spanking there was the bare ass belting…
	But when Charles stood, Mary noted that her Pa had a boner.
	Hmmmm

*

the end is near
	With her head swimming in mass confusion, Leeann took on what was dealt to her—specifically her son pounding her from behind while the other teen, Logan, pounded her poon.  A sandwich fuck, so it was called by the Horrid One.  
	While she got sandwiched on the bed, on the floor Megan was sandwiched by preteen boys, Adam and Rusty.  Jackie and Arnold sandwiched Jamie.
	On her knees and positioned between the Horrid One’s legs, pre-teen Cheyenne Hester sucked and sucked; taking turns with Sierra, Wendy, and Cortney.  Leeann could only endure; she tried to get upset, to rant, rave, and be a typical person in such a dire situation.  But the fight was out of her—any detrimental thing she did only cause more grief—discipline.  Son Nathan and daughter Jamie taking the brunt of abuse at the hands of the Horrid One.  
	Jamie had brand marks on both butt cheeks as well as on her pussy.
	Nathan had both cheeks marred by a brand as well as to the bottom of his feet.  Leeann had been branded on her ass in both places; but her pussy wasn’t branded—it was shaven (by her son.)  After dry shaving his Mom’s cunt, he fucked it.

	Jamie licked her mother’s cunt as well as sucked her brother’s cock clean after the sex act; then squatted down on her mother’s face, laying down her body to be licked by her mother as well as fucked up the ass by her brother.
	After Nathan had filled her ass with cum, the boys of the cabin fucked her asshole; and when they couldn’t cum there—they stuffed her pussy and fucked until they did while Leeann sucked their swinging barely hairy nuggets, caressed their bare asses and was sickened by the whole thang.
	Each boy spent several minutes fucking Jamie’s asshole and/or pussy.  The mustiness of their sweaty young balls was appalling but eventually by the third boy she was used to it.  Logan and Nathan also took their turns with boy of those boys shooting massive wads of fresh hot spunk—Logan emptying his load into Jamie’s asshole while Nathan filled his sister’s pussy with his.
	The Horrid Bastard One spanked Jamie, using his hand until her ass turned bright red, then he used the belt until she was screaming and welts appeared on her skin.  He then sodomized the girl relentlessly until spewing a horrid amount of manly jiz into her hole; he then made Leeann lick the tortured girl’s hole clean.

	In the closet she cuddled her little sis; she was not broken, none of the inhabitants of the cabin were “broken”—although Leeann and Jamie seemed fairly despondent.  Escape was the only answer.  Escape was the only answer.  Kristy knew that it was only time, though, only time before the horrid bastard killed them, burying them in the hillside where his family was and then acquiring new inhabitants for his deviant behavior.
	Escape was the only answer.
	The door suddenly opened and there he stood; his cock throbbing hard, dripping cum, coated in fecal matter.  He was horrid.  Glaring at Kristy the man conveyed a great deal—much of which frightened the teen.  The man was capable of anything.  Anything.  With a nod of his she scurried out of the closet on her hands and knees with her little sis following equally so.
	To the bear skin rug before the fireplace they went, Kristy still on all fours the Horrid One positioned himself behind her and dutifully slid his wicked cock into her asshole.  It wasn’t a gentle insertion and Kristy’s fingers dug into the clapboard floor as the horrid bastard shoved relentlessly every inch of his manhood into her in one pump.
	The intensity was intense.  Kristy reeled, squirmed and twisted about as the presence of the cock in her ass was most uncomfortable.  The Horrid One gripped her hips and proceeded to very dramatically butt fuck her.

	Suddenly one of the teen boys was standing before her, moving down to his knees.  His cock was hard with the head coated in pre-cum.  
	“Suck him.” said the Horrid One.
	Kristy sighed, grunted, and felt like a tree was fucking her asshole.  Cock her head (sorry) she opened her mouth.  It was Logan Marshall’s cock she was commanded to suck.  He guided it gently into her mouth and Kristy sucked him.
	Beside them, little Karen on her knees was receiving Jackie Marshall in her ass while Adam Hooser fucked her mouth.  The Horrid One occasionally caressed Karen’s ass as well as Jackie’s.  Kristy gobbled the cock with her eyes closed—trying to endure the abuse as much as she could she fought against retchings and other emotions.  Escape.  They had to escape—somehow, someway.  

*

	With her legs strapped to the stirrup foot holders and the extension piece of the exam bed folded down, Doc Bakker easily schlepped his salami into the drugged Nellie Olson’s cunt.  His hands moved all over her young body; squeezing her breasts and cupping her ass, caressing her face.  She was a very pretty girl that was to be sure—if only she weren’t such a bitch, a spoiled rotten bitch!
	The moment of ecstasy was upon him and a torrent of hot monkey love spewed deeply into the girl’s cunt.  He began to power fuck, bringing Nellie’s legs up along his chest to drive every inch of his cock into her sex.  It was then that the sound of a vehicle pulled up outside, a horn honked, and there were shouts of his name.
	Quickly he pulled out and grabbed his doctor’s jacket to cover his nakedness and darted out to the outer room flipping on a light, knocking over his trash can, smacking his knee into the desk and finding that dropped thumb tack…
	At the door was John Calhoon with a little girl in his arms.
	“What the hell happened to her?” Bakker asked.
	John explained and Bakker whisked her into his exam room.  John barely looked at the naked Nellie as his concern was more for Cheyenne.  Bakker did his doctoring thing remarking that the girl had broken ribs but wasn’t sure of any internal injuries (without further examining for such.)
	John waited—but it would be a long wait.

*

	Come the new day and little Cheyenne was going to be ok; no internal injuries, just broken and cracked ribs.  John was relieved.  He took a turn with Nellie and was deeply involved when a knock there came to the doctor’s door.
	Bakker closed up the exam rooms and made for the door.
	Sheriff Brad Bosco was there.  The missing “Nellie” was the reasoning for his appearance.  Bakker hadn’t seen her and had been in the office all the night with a “patient.”  The sheriff nodded and went on his way checking other businesses.  Bakker was flushed and returned to Nellie and John—“we don’t have much time.”
	Both men took another turn at the Bitch of Walnut Grove, spanking her to their delight, too; sandwich fucking her, more spanking, shooting themselves down her throat, and then peeing on (and in) her.
	By noon they were spent and then some.  Bakker bathed the girl and then drugged her up some more.
	“I’ll take her out to Mulhullen Valley,” said John, “take ‘er downtown behind the bus station.”
	Bakker agreed.  John would leave as soon as it was dark.
	Meanwhile, they had sex with Nellie repeatedly until then.

*
	
	She was already sickened and disgusted by the horror the inhabitants of the remote cabin had suffered and endured—but there was more.  Lots more.  She had no fight in her, that had been fucked and beaten out of her and the others at the expense of herself for her misdeeds and non-compliance.
	Leeann watched as once more her daughter was tormented sexually.  One by one, boy after boy came to stuff his dick into Jamie’s pussy and fuck.  And they had to fuck until they came off, too—if they didn’t they got the belt to their ass until they did.
	Before stuffing themselves into Jamie, Kristy had the task of sucking the boy’s dick—getting him hard and slicked up before slipping his dick into Jamie and fucking.  She sucked their balls, rubbed their ass, and teased their dick until they were virtually at the ready to blow.
	After pulling out, Megan had the task of cleaning Jamie’s cum laden cunt—licking all over the pussy as well as inside.  Meanwhile, the other girls sucked on the Horrid One’s cock…

	It wasn’t over for Jamie.  After her brother, Nathan, got off in and on her and Megan had licked her pussy clean, the Horrid One came to her and stuffed her.  He wasn’t as violent as he usually had been but he dramatically humped Jamie just the same.
	When done, and a huge amount of cum did he eject from his horrid cock, he called for Leeann to come to him.  She obeyed and crawled to them and licked clean her daughter’s pussy—and then sucked the Horrid One’s cock.
	Then they broke for lunch.

	After lunch, Leeann and the others went outside to go to the bathroom, be showered, and be spanked.  Logan lathered up his Mom, sister, and Cortney.  They lathered him, too, and when his cock was hard enough to brick cement he stuffed it up his sister’s ass.  They were positioned at the woodpile with Jamie clutching the water supply pipe (again).  Nathan positioned himself behind her after she had been spanked hard by a belt several times.  Jamie fussed, danced a jig with her feet as she was ansy from being spanked so.  She stood at an angle while Cortney and Wendy held her cheeks apart to allow easy access from her brother.
	Logan took his turn, not with Jamie but with Jamie’s mother.
	Leeann positioned herself like her daughter had, was beaten by the belt like her daughter had, and then fucked up the ass like her daughter had been but by teen hunk Logan Marshall.  Logan’s brother, Jackie, and Rusty, too, parted the woman’s cheeks and Logan made anal insertion into Leeann and fucked for several minutes before finally cumming.

	The door closed.  There was no light in the small room (closet); it was dank and musty and crowded with everyone crammed within.
	“Gots business to tend to,” had said the Horrid One, “gonna be gones a-spell.  Whens I comes back yous knows whats I wanna see!” he sneered an shut the door.  After his steps could be heard leaving,
	“What did he mean?” Leeann asked.
	Wendy sighed, “He means he wants to see us with cum in our assholes.”
	“Oh my God!” Leeann was even further disgusted.  She lether eyes adjust before looking hard about the crowded closet.  She quickly deduced that the room was partially built into dirt.
	“Don’t even think it.” sparked Adam, “We tried it already.”
	“What happened?”
	The group gave a group sigh and told her; including their later find of the bones and the gravesite.  Leeann sunk even further.  “We have to get out of here.” she proclaimed.	 The group knew it, they all knew it, but to actually do it was another thing.
	“I think we have to gang up on him if we’re going to get out of here.”
	Kristy got looks from everyone by her statement.  Everyone mulled it over—they had attempted taking the Horrid Bastard on one at a time with horrible results.  But as a group?
	Wendy curled up with Cortney, Sierra and Karen curled up; the boys curled up to themselves.  Megan and Jamie lay curled in a tight fetal position.  Kristy sat with her knees up, arms wrapped about her knees contemplating.

*

The spree	
 	The boy was cute.  Light brown hair, roundish face, some freckles, sweet looking, delicious!  He wore a gray short sleeved shirt and jeans and seemed the atypical small town youth gallivanting around his small town willy-nilly without care.
	But in the day and age of the EMAD and untamed roaming perverts, gallivanting around any town (or city) was not a good idea—especially alone.  He moved along the sidewalk of Thrust St. pausing to peer into the pet shop, then the electronics shop where various remote controlled cars and trucks took his eye.
	Moving on he scampered across a crosswalk grabbing the stop sign pole and swung himself around it then continued scampering down the street until coming to the last building where he hoped over the small fence and began making his way across a great open meadow.  His destination seemed to be the park across the way.
	John C licked his lips and gripped the steering wheel of his truck.  Beside him, his young granddaughter fussed some, but she was drugged—thank you Doc Bakker, and of no worries.  There were loose ends to take care of concerning little Joanna; her missing mother for one, mother’s dad, mother’s dad’s parents, school, friends, etc. etc. etc.
	John had spent too much time thinking about those loose ends, he had been busy.  He watched the boy of about twelve scamper across the unkempt field of lush green grass and weeds than jump the small creek running there, too.  He nearly fell back!

	Upon reaching the park he meandered about to watch a small baseball game where only a few people were playing; then he moved to the swings and swung for a bit, then made for the bathrooms…
	The day was early and the park not inundated with populace.  John pulled his truck up to the parking spot before the bathrooms, checked for security and though he did note the lone park ranger car parked across the ball field, he made way into the bathroom.
	The young target was just zipping up when John entered.  The boy froze and was leery—which was wise.  John partially blocked the exit and complained to the boy,
	“Don’t you wash your hands?”
	The youngster nodded and turned to the sink to wash his hands.  John positioned himself before the urinal trough but didn’t unzip and free his cock, he his EMAD nervously in his hands until he heard the boy getting paper towels from the dispenser.  Summoning up his courage (and gall) he initiated the low-power EMAD and zapped the boy.

	Dunburry Rd. was as good a place as any—and it was close by as John Calhoon couldn’t wait.  After securing the boy and ushering him into the truck, laying him down in the floorboard, tying his hands and feet with duct tape, John C hurried off but not so much in a hurry as to be “noticed.”
	Out of the park and down the frontal road then onto Dunburry that led out to the “country.”  Once past the old derelict “EATS” and abandoned gas station John slowed and pulled behind an old construction site.  There he paused a moment before getting out of the truck and assessing (contemplating) what he was going to do.
	The power of the EMAD was weak and had limited abilities.  The young boy, James, was already awake but confused and dazed by the happenstance.  John pulled him up from the floorboard and onto the front bench seat.  Little Joanna he put on the floorboard, took a long look around for security’s sake, then undone the boy’s pants.
	James, though delirious, fussed as he realized he was being pantsed.
	“HEY!” he yelled.  But his pants were undone and pulled down.  
	John ran his hands up the boy’s bare legs, squeezing them when he got to the thighs.  The boy twisted some and John smacked his inner thighs, 
	“Settle down!” he said firmly.  Already his manhood was hard.
	James began to cry some and he continued to fuss.  That was normal and a given.  John hooked the boy’s underwear and pulled them down giving James even more cause to fuss.  John savored what he gawked at, his cock surged and right down onto the boy’s dick he went.

	The taste of the boy’s cock was wondrous!  John engulfed the whole thang—it was of normal size but as John sucked it there was life and it got hard despite the boy’s dislike of being sucked (by a man.)  John had a talent and sucked the cock in his mouth to full strength, engulfing the lad’s barely hairy balls, too.
	Slowly did James got hard and become somewhat enthused (sexually) by what was happening to him.  He tried not to like it but a blowjob was hard not to like.
	The cock in his mouth grew harder; the boy whose cock was getting hard fussed, rolled and twisted as much as he could—but also began to hump unknowingly.  A blowjob was damn hard not to like.
	John slurped on the young boy’s cock, then worked it with his fingers until he was certain that the boy was close to ejaculating.  Fondling the boy’s balls and slipping a finger daringly up the boy’s tight poop chute only perpetuated the boy to blowing his wad.
	The first ejaculation squirted up the boy’s hairless body.  The rest soiled his dick and pubes.  John sucked him and managed to keep the cock stiff.  The boy humped and reeled in being blown and having cum off.  John moved up the boy’s body, sucking on his young boyish tits and then kissing on the boy’s mouth.
	James was definitely not into that.  He tried to rebuke the man’s attempt at Frenching him—which only got him a swift swat to his thigh followed by a hard squeezing to his balls.  James relented and settled down.

	James’ eyes widened as he saw the blade.  It was huge, a hunting knife.  The horror of the ordeal filled James and he feared death, he knew he was going to be murdered—sliced up like a fish quite possibly.  The blade came to rest against his throat, then travel down his chest flat of the blade down.  
 	James watched the blade go down to his sex parts and knew that his balls were probably going to be cut off.  His cock, which was still strangely hard, began to pee.  His fright and concern for his life increased ten-fold.
	The blade moved down his young legs coming to where his pants and underwear were bunched up at his bound ankles.  James clenched his hands together bound behind his back; he continued to pee and his fright level continued to increase.
	John slit the duct tape freeing the boy’s ankles, then off came his pants and underwear.  John removed his own pants and underwear, then pushed the boy’s legs back.  He gleamed at the fresh puckering bung hole; he guessed that it was virginal.  Well, not for long…

	James thought a tree was being crammed up into his butt.  He arched his back, bulged his eyes, and held his mouth open as inch by inch a mighty tree slid up into his asshole.  
	John smoothed his hand over the boy’s ass, fondled his balls, then fingered his hole before the might of his cock demanded attention.  There was no lube handy so it was be a dry fuck.  John poked the boy’s hole, his legs up against his chest.  He watched the boy as his face went thru a myriad of mixed emotions.  John was pleased to determine that the boy WAS an anal virgin.
	Every inch of his manhood went slithering into James’ asshole.  James was scooted along the green vinyl seat until his head hit the passenger side door.  His young legs were up along the man’s chest and an enormous “object” was ploughing his asshole.
	Soon, though, the torment level decreased as the asshole muscles relinquished and allowed the intrusion.  It was still uncomfortable but the ordeal was less obtrusive than it had been.  James endured and five minutes after being violated he was officially raped.

	So much cum there was that John’s cock was blasted out of the hole.  Great gobs of spunk matter spewed from the puckered fucked hole, along with a little blood and fecal matter.  John was exhausted and squirted the remainder of his love onto the boy’s balls.
	James lay withering in agony as his asshole was on fire and there was nothing he could do.  He wailed and fussed, twisting and thrashing about trying to get his fingers to his burning bung.
	John sat with his knees on the running board—not caring that the metal channels bit into his knees.  He let the cool breezes of the Summer day soothe him; then he fumbled about the area behind the seat for a cool drink.  A water container there was and that helped quench some thirst, but the brown and white porcelain jug hidden there, too, helped quench the bigger thirst.
	After “quenched” he pulled the boy out of the truck and cut away his shirt.  The boy was given a drink (of water) and then washed down with the rest before being offered the “water” from the big jug.  The boy wrinkled his nose up and refused—he knew what it was.
	John turned the boy about roughly and swatted the boy on his bare ass.  James flinched at the swat, danced his feet in agony and wailed.  John smoothed his hand over the boy’s ass and was turned on.  Jerking the boy about he pressed him against the seat in the truck then took to tormenting his bare ass with his bare hand!

	John was indeed turned on, swatting James’ bare ass relentlessly until the skin turned a bright red.  With his hand stinging he parted the boy’s butt cheeks and placed his face there, licking the fresh fucked asshole still laden with cum.
	James was going nuts.
	Another outrageous butt fuck ensued and all the while John spanked the boy all the harder until finally he came.  James came off, too!  The boiy wept uncontrollably, sat up on the running board of the truck with his cock spewing sperm all over the side of the seat.
 	John urinated on James as a finale, showering the boy completely before tying him up, duct taping him, then zapping him with the EMAD to further foul his mind.  

	Evening type time was coming, John knew he needed to head back to the Doc’s place; check on Cheyenne, then mosey back to his home and see what was going on there.  His missing daughter would be a concern for her husband—although he and the daughter had separated he was still a part of her life and her “missing” would be a concern.
	Like with Nellie, John deposited the nude body of James behind the bus station.  The bus station was run by a nationwide carrier but only had one or two buses at the station at any given time.  Small industrial complexes and fast food eateries surrounded the station, along with a couple of bars, a car lot, and second hand stores.  With the day late (evening type time) the town had rolled up their sidewalks and only the bars had any business.
	Nellie had already been found and taken to a hospital.  The police tape was still present in the “crime” area so John just carefully unloaded James a little further away in an alley behind some dumpsters.  He would be found by homeless people hours later.
	Meanwhile, John was still “active.”
	He realized that with a full powered EMAD he would be dangerous; as much as those who were in the daily news were.  A low power EMAD was better for him to be sure, but he yearned for one that would allow him better abilities, choices.  But he settled for what he could get and what he had.
	By chance, again, he saw a new target.  His cock still reeling from his previous target surged.  The new target would be a little more difficult, the target was a woman in her 20s, late 20s.  She had a great body and had a very cutesy little girl with her along with a toddler.  John shook his head declining the first instinct.  (but not the second…)

	Evie Lane straightened up the grocery bags, determining their order and making sure she had gotten what she had paid for when suddenly she became aware of her EMAD detector going off.  There was no audible signal, just a flashing red light from the detector button on her blouse.  Carefully she looked around going for her purse to fetch the pepper spray and then the EMAD deterrent her hubby had paid $500 for.
	A strange feeling over came Evie; a wave of nausea followed by a wave of uncomfortable heat.  A ringing in her ears came nextly followed by blurred vision.  She heard what sounded like muffled voices; deep guttural voices that made no sense but were greatly invading her mind.
	Then nothing.

	 John C ran his hands up the young woman’s sides, squeezing her breasts and crotch—savoring her as he did so, grinding against her as she languished in her mind between Reality and Quasi Unconsciousness.  Opening her blouse John was greeted by a pair of nice 36Bs.  Very nice.  He groped them, squeezed them, tweaked their nipples, and became more and more aroused.
	The woman, Evie, fought to get a grip and become “aware” of what was going on but the effects of the EMAD used against her had fubarred her somewhat and so she would languish a little while longer.
	Meanwhile, her bra was removed and then down came her pants.
	Evie’s children were confused; unaffected by the EMAD they cried and behaved as they should under the circumstances of  knowing something was wrong with their mother but not knowing what.  John paid them no mind and pulled off the young mother’s pants, sniffed the crotch then went down onto the woman’s crotch, eating her pussy out thru her lavender panties.
	Evie began to “come around”.  The power of the EMAD used against was limited.  The wave of nausea still was with her and she felt warm all over, very warm.  Her hands were tied behind her and confusion in her mind still reigned supreme.
	John slid her panties down and then off; realizing that his victim was becoming more and more aware of herself and surroundings he wisely secured her better, tying her ankles outward.  His cock surged as he took a nice long gander at her womaness.  The young woman had just a bit of pube hair on her poon, right up the middle, an inch on either side.  John couldn’t wait to get into it, he looked around for security’s sake then dropped his pants and underwear and mounted the young woman.
	Evie knew instantly as soon as her pussy was breeched that something was wrong—really-really wrong.  She still languished in a sea of confusion, waves of heat and sickness, but the man on top of her was not her hubby.
	John’s manhood slid effortlessly into her sex, he arched his back and gave a mighty power thrust to bury himself; around him was the woods just outside of town.  Mixed scents there were of wildflowers and stink weeds, herbs plants, and cow shit.  His cock nestled nicely into the woman’s sex, he lay on her, pulling himself up squashing her breasts against his sweating manly aged chest while pumping just his hips against her.
	The wave of sickness diminished—to be replaced by the realization that she was being raped!  Her confusion still reigned high in her mind but the sickness had been quelled.  She struggled as much as she could but realized, too, that that was a fruitless venture.  She did not wish to relent to the sexual assault but had limited choices.
	John began to enter in to that marvelous realm of unmeasured bliss.
	Evie thrashed about and tried desperately not to enter in to that realm of unmeasured bliss.  She tried to focus onto the man’s face but just as she did the man’s power thrusts dislodged her thoughts and she had to fight to deny herself of the sexual feelings she was getting.
	John would not be denied, he stepped up his efforts and dramatically began pumping.  The young woman beneath him twisted and began to become more and more aware of herself and surroundings.  John didn’t care, he was “in the zone.”
	The pumping increased dramatically as the blissful much sought after orgasm was soon to cum.  John plowed Evie’s sex, slamming her hard and burying his cock to the fullest, straining greatly and pumping madly all the while.  Evie’s thrashings had settled as the fight was all but out of her.
	John humped to the fullest until he had no more to give.  His cock languished in her sex and John languished on top of her.  It was a good fuck.  Evie could do little as the hulk of the aged man was a bit much for her; plus the fact that her ankles were tied outward and her hands tied under her.
	At length, though, John pushed himself up from the distraught woman.  His cock ached, his balls tingled—he cared not for any worries or coming up with an alibi to feed to his son-in-law; he would contend that he had no idea where his daughter was and that he and Joanna had merely been out on an outing.
	Joanna.  She sat nakedly playing in the clover by a large oak.  Slowly he was turning her, having her adjust to the new way of life for her—nudity.  But the EMAD he had and the one Magnus had were low and did actually very little in changing the effected  mind.

	With Joanna were Evie’s two children, Alice and Nancy.
	Alice was four while Nancy was two and a half (years.)
	Surely they were too young to be considered for molesting?
	Surely not.
	Surely.

	Evie wrestled with her self finding that the bindings securing her did just that—secured her.  But still, she had to try.  The horrid man had left her; her pussy was sore, her thighs and then the rest of her body.  It was a horrid detestable thing—being raped.  She had tried hard not to enjoy it but there was a strange tingling sensation to her cunny she had never had before.  But still, it was rape.
	At length she did manage to wriggle her ankle from its binding—it was attached to the open driver’s side door’s wing window.  But after getting her ankle free she was exhausted and could only lay on the green vinyl bench seat and rest.
	Then she thought of her children.  She sat that she was on an old truck, a late model 60s American pickup—it was grungy somewhat, cluttered, not upgraded in any refinements or bling; but that would be typical of the type of man who had just been on top of her.
	She felt violently sick to her stomach; she had never been raped before!  She had had a few boyfriends, since junior high!  She had had her first sexual encounter in high school, often.  Then a little more in college.  Then she was loyal to her husband who was an adequate lover.
	The feeling in her cunny continued and as she struggled to sit up she saw a great mess of his cum all over her pussy and there were drippings on the seat that were hers.  Her left leg was still bound and she couldn’t manage its freedom—but she was sitting up and could at least look out and around.
	Darkness was descending upon them but not before Evie could see to her ultimate horror her Alice laying out naked on the grass with the naked horrid bastard fingering her pussy!
	Evie screamed.
	The horrid man looked at her harshly, then looked around.  Little Nancy wailed, too.  There was nothing to fear, however, and the horrid aged man continued to Evie’s horror molesting.
	Little Joanna busied herself with making a clover wreath/crown while the sister of Nancy lay out nakedly asleep nearby.  Nancy twisted some but John had her, he took his time.  The child’s mother was going ballistic but secured as she was she was no threat.

	Finger-finger-finger
	John worked his fingers into Nancy’s four year old poon, squeezing the child’s cunt to his delight becoming increasingly horny and contemplating the ultimate sin.  He firstly went down on her, though, opening her little legs and engulfing the whole of her cunt.  He breathed into the girl’s pussy, parting the slit to get his tongue into her sex.
	The girl’s mother was going nuts and had ripped the skin off her secured ankle and finally breaking said ankle.  This didn’t hurt, not yet.  Her anger superseded the pain of a broken ankle and she worked her ankle out of the rope binding and exited the truck’s cab.  	As soon as she hit the ground, though, the broken ankle came into play.
	John’s tongue stabbed into Nancy’s cunt; a finger was up her butt.
	Joanna stood and expressed some concern about the screaming mother and the distraught little girl.  John told her not to worry and make more clover wreaths.  Joanna nodded “ok” and returned to project.  John continued licking out Nancy’s twat before slowly inching his way up her sweet young body, licking her belly button and then sucking on her soon to be titties.
	“Get off her you fucking bastard!” screamed the girl’s mother.  John paid her no attention and drove his tongue into Nancy’s mouth, his own mouth enveloping hers.

	Evie summoned up her strength; she was aghast to the extreme as she saw the horrid-horrid bastard of a man attempting rape of her four year old.  Her ankle/foot was broken and the skin ripped off.  But bracing herself and leaning against the truck, she damned her broken ankle and charged.
	John’s cock was against the four year old’s pussy, not in, but close counts.  He had her legs up against his chest with his johnson humping hard against her innocent sex.  His balls were cinched up tight against her; he saw his little granddaughter staring in awe at what he was doing.  
	Suddenly, Nancy’s mother was upon him.  Literally.  She had managed to send herself off from the truck but the broken was a factor and she fell upon the wicked fuck of a man.  And although her ankle was broken, her hands weren’t and she went madly tearing at the horrid son-of-a-bitch managing only to throw him off her daughter—which was actually part of her intent.
	John rolled to his shoulder and lashed out at the woman, throwing her off and then pouncing on her, pinning her to the ground.  Her desire to protect her child was overshadowed by the mass of the horrid man (and her broken ankle.)

	Little Joanna and Nancy both were in a fright, bawling, crying out and greatly confused.  John had been kicked in the balls and that smarted.  Somehow he managed to get a grip of himself, and of the woman and drag her back to the truck.  Evie didn’t go quietly but her pains were increasing and with her arms still tied securely behind her she still was in peril.
	John grabbed some loose rope and wrapped it about the woman’s neck, cinching it up tight and then securing it to the seat brace.  He then stood before, masturbated, considered what the hell he was going to do with her afterwards, then urinated on her.

	Little Joanna had taken off, frightened out of her wits, confused beyond all measure she had amscrayed.  But being merely six her little legs didn’t carry her too far and her grandpa managed to find her before she got hurt.  She was way scared and required a swift swat to her bare ass to get her to settle down.  He took her to the truck and made her sit while he completed his horrid task with Evie’s children…
	Little Nancy had fled, too, but she had gone to her mother so capturing her was fairly easy.  Sort of.  Wrenching the child from her naked urine soaked mother wasn’t easy and required heavy handed swatting to the child’s bare ass.  The child’s mother was out of her mind and rubbing the skin off of her neck.
	John returned Nancy to the clover, opened her legs and pressed the head of his hard cock against her cunny.  Up and down the slit he went, trying in desperation to force his manhood into her all the while trying to hold her still to get the job done.
	With his hand clamped tightly over the four year old’s mouth, the head of his manhood breeched her entrance.  He tried to make it more but had to settle with just the head.  His cock strengthened and his desire to fully fuck her increased within him.  
	Three gunshots in rapid succession filled the air suddenly.  John’s heart stopped and he froze.  The gunshots weren’t close, but not far off either.  He lay on the girl, she continued to whimper and John soiled her poon with his jiz.  
	There was nothing more and John wondered—hunters?  Too late in the year for most hunting; and it didn’t sound like a shotgun or rifle.  There was no reason for anyone to be out in the wild with a simple handgun.  Not unless they were out for shooting something other than typical woodland type critters…

	Methodically John humped on Nancy, his cock was softening and not as strong as it had been and thusly not quite capable of maintaining inside the girl’s body.  Laying his cock on her gooied slit he humped trying to get hard again.  But it didn’t happen so he stopped, sat back and took holt of the girl’s ankles, holding them then lifting her legs.  Dabbing his finger in his spunk laden on the child’s cunt he fingered her asshole.