August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 45
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
Final Chapters
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The Chosen
	The gunshots were heard and were frightening.  Though lo they sounded far away, they were still frightening just the same.  Did the Horrid One have a gun?  Surely he did.  Surely.
	Nathan dislodged himself from his Mother’s cunt and with Logan they went to the open cabin door and stood with their dick’s dripping cum.
	“Hunters?” Nathan querried.
	“Could be, wasn’t a shotgun, though.”
	Mosquitos and gnats buzzed and bothered the boys, they stood scratching their balls and in listless wonderment.
	Logan popped his neck, tugged on his pulsing pud then shrugged off whatever it was that had distracted him.  Nathan hung at the open door a moment longer scanning the encroaching darkness before turning and going back to the bed where his Mother lay, her legs open, cum dripping from her cunny.
	There was a more relaxed state of being in the cabin.  The inhabitants had a new calm about them and were accepting of all the immoral attributes that was their “new way of life” no matter how deplorable (or immoral) the attribute was.  Logan returned to his Mother, licking clean her pussy coated in his fresh spilled cum while Logan returned to getting it on with Megan.
	One by one the boys emptied their splooge containers into and onto the girls.  When the boys had no more to give—they rested until they did.  During their rest they helped themselves to the kitchen groceries.  Went to the bathroom, took a shower, slept, brought in wood for the fireplace, and rested in quiet contemplation.  When the boys could get hard again they returned to emptying their balls (splooge containers) onto and into the girls (plus one woman) of the house.  Leeann was the lone woman, but not for long.

*

	The gunshots distracted him, greatly.  They sounded fairly far off—and that was good.  But gunshots were a distraction no matter how close or how far.  For a long while thereafter—nothing.  No sounds, not even a siren.  Slowly he regained himself and thought nothing more of it and returned to his narly task.
	Tammie Tewes lay bent over the front seat, her odd stripped 60ish styled jeans at her knees; her butt clad in lavender panties.  Very nice.  His cock soared and never lost strength during the brief interruption.  Beside her, sitting, her best friend Lee Anne Patrick.  Both girls were fifteen, both were in one of his high school class for all grades, and both were delicious.  
	Stacey “Bo” Anderson licked Tammie’s hip, smoothing his hand all over the stunned girl’s butt.  Tammie and Lee Anne were on his “List”, every day it was growing.  He could hardly contain himself let alone control himself.  Slowly he tugged the lavender panties down.  His heart beat hard, his cock beat harder.  
	“Oh yeah!” he breathed.  He kissed the girl’s flesh, nipped it and gave the right cheek a hickie.  “this is gonna be so fucking good!” he blurted.  Greatly did he try to contain himself, to have some sort of control over his actions.  But he was too horny.  He was amazed that he didn’t just go crazy and doink every girl at his school during school hours.
	He wondered if he could.
	There was a possible way, a powerful enough EMAD could hold the minds of a classroom of students and he could literally boff away at leisure!  That would be something!  But—he didn’t have a powerful enough EMAD for that venture—just a low key two-minds at time EMAD.
	But, he knew where powerful EMADs were, on the blackmarket.  On the blackmarket anyone could get anything—for a price.  He knew of some EMADs going for as much as $5,000, even more!  Other EMADs with different functions started at $500.  Bo hoped to get one with more functionality than the lame one he had.  From a low-life scumbum at school he had purchased the lame EMAD for a measly $100.  So far its “abilities” were measured at two minds.  Just stunning them and that was all.  He had to do all the work of undressing them and moving their head(s) back and forth along his johnny.  There were some EMADs that had the Victim perform those tasks on her own, plus more!
	Bo let it, up until the advent of the EMADs, Bo had been pretty much a one-handed sort of guy and he yearned to get himself laid before graduating high school.

	So far so good.
	Both Tammie and Lee Anne’s parents worked, late.  Tammie had the only siblings, three of them, all boys.  They all had flexible schedules and no one had to actually be home until just prior to their parents coming home.  So Bo had time and surreptitiously zapped his prey.  There were many EMAD detectors on the market—as well as preventors and a host of other means to disable an EMAD.  But inasmuch as there were those there were devices to counteract those devices!
	And on and on it went.
	Bo had a counteracting device paying $200 for it!
	Luckily, Bo’s job of hauling moonshine for ole Mr. Clemens helped out the cause.  For every load of ‘shine toted across the countryside from  Jerkwood Hollar to Bingham County Bo Anderson got $125.  It was hard earned, too.  There were cops of various sources and federal revenuers who frowned upon such ventures and did everything in their power to shut down the moonshine still operations operating in Jerkwood Hollar and the surrounding hills and mountains as well as bust the characters hauling the mash.
	But Bo Anderson had him a car.  A 1970 Chevelle.  Big block engine, five on the floor, big ass wheels, and on occasion wings (as he somehow miraculously soared across open chasms where a bridge was supposed to be but was not.)
	He was good and never bad been caught.  He had a trick license plate that flipped when he was being chased, he had emblems on his car that he could remove and a nifty electronic device that changed the color scheme of his car, too.
	All it takes is money.  So acquiring nifty gadgets to keep his car and to keep himself from the pokey took money—the engine, the tires, the special haul-ass gas.  There was actually little profit it his doing, but he loved doing it—for the thrill.  He managed to save a little money now and then but he had a girlfriend, too, and you know how expensive they can be!
	Parting Tammie’s cheeks he buried his face into her butt crack, licking her hole and neverminding the “funk” that lay trapped within.  He licked and licked and marveled at how the girl never flinched or reacted to his doings.  He had done likewise to his steady girlfriend, Joy, when he had firstly acquired the EMAD.  
	It was simply a marvel at how the EMAD (Electronic Mind Altering Device) worked and or operated.  A marvel.  A perplexing marvel that though Bo was curious about, he didn’t waste his time trying to figure it out—he was just satisfied with the simple fact that it did! 
	With her panties down and his Horny Stage elevated to the highest degree Bo Anderson pushed/shoved his stunned classmate into the backseat of his Chevy.  He was a little older than she, just a few months into his seventeenth year.  Once she was situated in the backseat he finished undressing her and took a moment to gawk at her nakedness.
	“Hot damn!” he exclaimed gleefully.  He wasn’t too keen on determining the fact of a girl Fucked or Not Fucked status, her virginity status (most guys aren’t).  He lay on her, gliding his throbbing johnson up and down her cunt entrance, reeling and seething all at the same before sliding into her.  Pumping commenced almost immediately.
	And it was sweet.  He felt himself cumming off in her almost as soon as the length of his adequate cock was in to the hilt.  It was a little cramped in the backseat but he managed and went for it.  Tammie jostled around some, enticing Bo all the more as her bodacious ta-tas jiggled and captured him.  
	With Tammie’s mind under the influence of his EMAD, the girl stunned into a subtle state of being—there was no embarrassment of cumming off under two minutes or the girl not getting “hers.”  Bo fucked her hard, strained, and emptied gobs of splooge into her sex to his delight.
	“Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch!” he exclaimed.  He breathed hard and took a few moments to suckle on her breasts.  They were good, they were a little more than the average fifteen year old girl had, but then again, Tammie wasn’t average.  She had flaming red hair—and a lot of it; it was curled, kinky, soft, and smelled of roses!  She had a few freckles about her nose, incredible blue eyes and always a sweet cheery disposition.  She was flirtatious and charming and liked the older classmate, Bo—they shared a specialized class of Speech & Debate.
	After his cock was well drained he sat up and still marveled at what he had done and how he had done it.  Tammie remained in the stun mode that was perplexing to Bo—he didn’t fully understand the perplexities of the EMAD but he was glad of it just the same.
	After a big sigh, a fart, he slipped Tammie’s clothes back on, neverminding his splooge coating her quim.  It was a bit of work and tired the already tired Bo out.  But after dressing her he had one more to go, Tammie’s best friend, Lee Anne.  He wasn’t going home without shagging her, too.

	An important discovery was made (while screwing Lee Anne.)  Actually, after.  After cumming into the sweet, demure, quiet, shy fifteen year old, Bo discovered that his dick was coated not in cum as it had been with Tammie but with blood.
	“Ewewewe!” he had broken her cheery.  Lee Anne was a virgin, Tammie was not.
	Grossed out he was and used his teeshirt to clean up the blood.  Lee Anne had a nice body, in comparison to Tammie there were differences, subtle.  There really was not much difference in their bodies, not much in any girl to be fact.  
	After cleaning himself and Lee Anne, he was once more enthused, but time was getting away from him and he had to hustle the two of them to their prospective homes.  But not before poking one more time.  Taking Lee Anne’s legs he positioned them up along his sweating body, planting her feet up on the ceiling of his car.  Then, dutifully he finger fucked her asshole, prepping it for his cock to make headway.
	He had heard that some girls liked being doinked up the butt while others not so much.  Bo himself wasn’t too overly enthused with butt plunging a girl’s asshole—that was kinda gross.  But a hole was a hole was a hole.
	Bo recalled the words of advice his deadbeat father told him (shortly before abandoning him and his mother for a truckstop ‘ho who had big hooters) was “Never miss an opportunity (to screw someone.)”
	Bo took it to heart and been making anal penetration finding the going not that difficult.  He made slow and deliberate penetration saying,
	“Mmmm, you like that, don’t you, just like Daddy does it!” 
	It was an offhanded remark and he didn’t expect a response.
	But he got one anyways.
	“Yes.”
	“What?”  Bo was caught off guard and actually stopped his pumping.
	“Y-you like it?  In the ass?” he asked.
	There was no response.  Bo licked his lips then said,
	“You like it like Daddy does it?”
	“Yes.” She replied.
	Holy shit!  He had heard of girls (and guys) getting doinked up the butt by their Dads but he didn’t know anyone personally.
	His mind in a blur he settled back to sodomizing her—until another gunshot rang out thru the encroaching night.
	“Fuck this,” he said,  “time to boogie.”

*

	Sally was next on his list.  Sally Anne Thatcher.  Like Tammie, she was fifteen, but short with reddish brown hair, brown eyes.  She had a dazzling smile and incredible personality.  Her sweet tight ass was a treasure to behold and Stacey Bo Anderson wanted to behold it for sure.
	And with an EMAD in his possession he would.
	Bo still in the throws of the previous evening; he was still reeling in the simple fact that after he had had his way with Tammie and Lee Anne, got them dressed and home, they were not in the know.  They had no idea what had happened to them and Bo was flabbergasted at how that worked—but he sure was glad that it did!
	With Sally Anne, it was after school type time and she was standing alone at the slanted sidewalk from the main buildings—waiting.  Bo came out of the school with his eyes focused on the girl’s butt.  She had a nice butt.  His cock took over commands and put him in motion to walk up to the girl.
	The time was fifteen minutes after the last regular bus, the student parking lot was virtually empty, the front lot in front of the school were a few privileged teachers parked was also empty.
	“Waiting for a ride?” Bo asked the stupid question.
	Sally nodded and expressed with a face of disgruntleness, “They’re late.!”
	“I-I can give you a lift.”
	Sally held off, she was supposed to wait for her ride, not to accept rides from other students even if she knew them, and never be alone.  But she shrugged, checked her watch and EMAD detector and accepted the offer…

	Along the way home, which wasn’t that far away (by car), they listened to some tunes and Sally was impressed with Bo’s ride.  He showed off a little—goosing the gas and opening up the mighty thundering engine.  It thrilled Sally, she grinned big and was all enthused.
	When he made the turn at the park close to Sally’s home, he made good with his EMAD.  The EMAD detector Sally wore went off, but with the girl’s excitement of Bo’s ride, the tunes, the detector was useless.  Bo turned the tunes down and slid his ride to the lone area of the park—and right across the park’s inner area was Sally’s home…

	Being late in the day and before evening type time the park was virtually empty.  Come the evening type time and there would be peoples about forming baseball games and volley ball and the like.  But currently, empty.  Bo undone Sally’s blouse and freed her bodacious hooters contained inside a nice soft pinkish bra.  For a moment or two he fondled-fondled-fondled those teenage hooters, squeezing the flesh, tweaking the nipples and becoming more and more aroused.
	Sally’s nipples perked up but her face was stoic—calm and expressing nothing more than a deadpan look.  Bo was drawn to her, to her lips.  His tongue darted into her mouth and his hands fumbled for the latch to release the seat lowering it.  With this accomplished he was on top of Sally feverently undoing her pants and getting them down—his cock was busting out of his pants.
	Sally continued to be a lifeless zombie, which was somewhat annoying as he would rather enjoy a little more “life” in the girl he molested.  But other than his girlfriend he had little choice.  His girlfriend he had zapped with the EMAD, but it wasn’t entirely necessary as she was mostly willing.
	With Sally’s pants bunched up at her ankles, Bo worked the girl’s pussy thru her green lacey panties, fingering her muffin while continuing to deep probe her mouth and molest her breasts.
	But his cock demanded attention and would not be denied.  Sitting to check for security and worked down the green panties, parted her legs and took a moment to enjoy what he had.  The girl’s cunt was nice, trimmed up pubes, and a gorgeous fuckable pussy.  He still couldn’t tell the difference between a Virgin and a Slut.  He wasn’t in the know.
	Seeing some kids walking thru the park on a parallel course he laid himself down onto Sally’s body, worked his own jeans down to be more comfortable and pulling Sally’s panties at the crotch to one side glided his cock into her sex.
	And it was glorious!  Glorious, Centurion, glorious!
	He slid near virtually effortlessly into her sex, there was some resistance but not much.  “Ah, yeah!  You like it, don’t you!?” he exclaimed as her face did exhibit some reaction to his plunging.
	“Yes.” she suddenly answered. 
	“What?”
	No answer.
	Bo was confused.  He stared at the girl, even pausing in his plunging of her his mind going over what had happened.
	Slowly he pumped, squeezed titty, found himself nearing orgasmic bliss, and more confused than ever.  But,
	“Y-you like it, huh?”
	“Yes.” she answered (again.)
	Her eyes were still, locked in the open stunned look position.  She didn’t thrash, cry, scream, or give any expression whatsoever.  But when he Asked her a Question—she Answered!
	Hmmmm
	“You like it in the ass?” he asked of her.
	“No.” she replied.
	Hmmmm
	“Have you taken it in the ass?”
	“Yes.”
	Yeah?  “By who?”
	“James Dowey.”  A fellow classmate.
	“Did you suck him?”
	“Yes.”
	“Did you like it?”
	“No.”
	“Did he cum in your mouth?”
	“Yes.”
	Bo giggled (to himself); he had learned (by eavesdropping) that some girls liked to suck dick, some didn’t.  Some girls liked a boy’s jiz in their mouth—and some didn’t.
	“Have you had sex with anyone else?”
	“Yes.”
	She named Bob Hosker, Matt Brandon, and Larry Lance.  
	Bob and Matt were her age and in their first year of high school.  Larry Lance was a sophomore and an All-Star athlete.  Sally Anne WAS a slut!
	After successfully creaming Sally’s cunt, drenching her pussy deep inside, Bo loved on her a few more minutes before cleaning her up some, dressing her, and then,
	“You like giving head.” he said to her in a whisper.  It was a notion he wondered about, a sort of hypnosis induced suggestion.  “You like giving head to Bo.”
	Bo gulped and waited.  There was no reaction to Sally whatsoever.

	“You want to suck Bo’s cock—and get him to cum in your mouth.”
	He had no idea if his “suggestion” would work, but he was willing to give it a try.  His dick ache and he yearned to stab the girl up the ass, too.  Among other things. 
	Like?
	Spanking, peeing on her, seeing her pee; finger herself, sit on his face, engage in the Around-the-World he had heard about, doing the 69er—stuff like that.
	After putting Sally back together, wiping her down some he made way to her home.  Just half a block before her home he “released” her mind back to her.  Sally Anne’s head bobbed, she looked flushed, confused.  Bo had the tunes back on and was rocking out.  Sally checked her EMAD detector, but it detected nothing.  She did have a strange feeling between her legs…
	Pulling up to the curb Bo simply held the car with his foot on the brake.  Sally gathered her bookbag, opened the door,
	“Wanna come in?”

	She was herself, for the most part—offering a glass of lemonade, talking about their school, the upcoming S/D event, typical stuff.  She seemed a little “ansy” and when she neared Bo, she seemed to freeze and be a little—stunned.
	Her pretty eyes stared at him (with mouth open, too).
	Bo wasn’t quite sure what to do or how to do it if he knew.
	Sally seemed perplexed.
	“Let’s go to your room.”
	No one else was home and wouldn’t be home until five-thirty; the current time was four o’clock.  They had time.  Sally made way down the hall from the kitchen passed the living room to her bedroom.  Once inside she once more stood still—stunned.
	Bo gave the modest room the once over—a typical teen girl’s room, no clutter; rock star pictures on the wall, plush toy animals on the bed.  A desk, a dresser, a closet, green carpet.  
	Bo stared back to Sally, who had to look up to him as she was a mere 5’5” (five foot/five inches) tall as opposed to Bo’s 6’1” frame.
	“You going to change clothes?” he asked off handedly.
	“Ok.” Sally responded and then she began to undress!
	Bo was more confused than ever.

	As Sally stripped off all her clothes, on her own apparent will, Bo checked his EMAD.  It was running!  It wasn’t on full power and was actually barely operating at all, but there was a green light indicator that indicated that the unit was operational.
	Upon acquiring the EMAD some months ago there had been no Operating Instructions and so Bo had to finger it out for himself on how to use the Mind Altering Device and that had been no easy feat.  Of course, he used it on his girlfriend and her family—mainly her three sibs.  But that had only gotten him the idea of how to Turn the Unit On, Activate, and Utilize.  If there were other functions of the Device he had no idea.  But apparently, there were!
	Q&A and Suggestion.

	Once Sally was naked and seemed alright with it (with Bo’s presence in her bedroom with no parental units around) Bo whipped out his dick and Sally instantly dropped to her knees and performed her suggested task.  Gripping his adequate cock she masturbated him, fondled his balls, and then quick as a wink devoured his cock whole!
	Awesome!
	Wait, it gets better!

	On her bed, via the power of “suggestion”, Sally Anne lay naked with her legs spread graciously enjoying an after school fuck.  Bo enjoyed it, too.  His confusion had lessoned some and it would take dutiful study to understand the complexities of his EMAD.  (but apparently, the EMAD in his possession was much more than he thought and paid for.  On a low key operation, Bo’s EMAD operated differently than when powered up completely—it seemed to operate on a different band width, executing its amazing electronic wizardry in a fashion yet unknown.)
	He gave the girl a good doinking; then they showered and he doinked her up the butt.  Bo found great pleasure in sodomizing his classmate, she was at least partially virginal there having only taken Larry Lance’s cock up her ass a time or two.
	Afterwards, after drying—during drying actually, Bo had a wild idea and wondered about his new found powers.  He was stunned himself as suddenly he realized how dangerous his new powers could be.  He could rob banks!  He could do virtually anything he wanted all under the guise of a EMAD with PoS.  That was amazing!  
	And dangerous.

	“Tonight,” he told her as he finished drying her off, “you will shave your pussy.”
	Sally gave no indication whether or not she had understood or even received the Suggestion.  But he continued, “and tomorrow at school, you will go to Bo and show him your bald beaver.”
	He waited a moment, saw nothing spectacular in her face, so he kissed her and somehow held off doinking her one more time; then dressed, dressed her, and returned her to the last place she would remember being.
	When he said, “I release you back to yourself.” Sally Anne looked as if she were going to hurl.  She complained of a sudden tremendous headache.
	Bo himself had ringing in his ears that he didn’t care for and hugged the girl.  She was receptive and Bo felt as if though she would almost kiss him on her own will—and maybe more!  But she had a headache and he had ringing in his ears.  They departed and Bo went home.

	The following day.
	Before Sally met up with him he met up with Number Three on his List—a one Brenda Lee (lot of “Lee’s in this story, huh?)  Brenda Lee was a minister’s daughter, she hailed from Texas, had lovely simple features, long simple brown hair that she sometimes “feathered”, and he had heard her cuss a few times.
	Bo yearned for her.
	He could be a SuperHero.
	He could be a bank robber.
	He could be the world’s greatest Spy.
	He could do virtually anything Good or Evil or somewhere in between with the narly mystical powers of his EMAD.  But he chose Sexual Deprivation is his forte.  
	It was early morning yet, half an hour before early classes and 45 minutes before regular class sessions begun.  Brenda Lee and her best friend, Aliesha, were in the library.  No one else was, not even the librarian.  Bo casually made his way to very end of the library where his Subjects were—neither one of them paid him any attention.  The library had large round conference tables, and the typical rows and aisles of books.  The building was oblong and Bo worried about “distance.”  Concealing himself in the 800 section (Literature) Bo moved the works of Poe and Chaucer to get a line o’s sight with his Subjects.

	His mind altering device whined and slightly warmed in his hands—which it always did when activated.  Bo didn’t have a full grasp of how exactly the Device worked and/or operated—he was still working on that.  He knew only that “this” button turned the unit on, “that” button activated it which was separate apparently from simply “turning unit on.”
	There were two miniscule meters indicating Power Usage and Power Strength along with a light indicators:  green  yellow red.  There, too, were indicators indicating whether or not a Target had been acquired.  If Target acquired then another indicator meter revealed something similar to an oscillator.  A small (very small) thumb was next to this indicator and it increased or decreased the strength of the mind altering waves emitting from the Device to the target(s).  A multiple of two targets at a time could be “acquired.”
	And apparently, there were other nuances of the device yet to be told.
	Distance was a factor, though.  The Subjects were some 20-25 feet away and the Device did not have them one little bit.  Bo very stealthfully moved closer almost knocking over a cart full of books parked in his way.  He had gotten some ten feet closer.  
	Licking his lips and “activated” the device and waited.  Watching the various meters and indicators—as well as the two Subjects he learned that he needed to get yet even closer still.
	“Shit!  Fuck!  Piss!  Son-of-a-bitch!”  It meant virtually total exposure.  But then again, maybe not.  Moving along the half wall where on the open library side were shelves and shelves of BIG bulky research books that weren’t allowed out of the library, on Bo’s side were metal shelves and stands of “periodicals.”  
	Shuffling along on his hands and knees he made to the open area whereas he would have less than ten feet from the end of the half wall to where Brenda and Aliesha sat at a table.
	On his belly he hugged the ground to be as inconspicuous as possible, then peeking his head around the end of the half wall he aimed almost blindedly his Subjects.  He didn’t have direct line o’ sight but he smiled just the same when the indicators on his Device indicated that he had secured (acquired) Subject One and Two.

	There was the Librarian’s room/office a private bathroom for the Librarian, a storage room, utility closet, and a conference room.  The conference room was private but Bo just happened to have a key.  Just how was not known (shhh, it’s a secret!)  There wasn’t much time but time enough for shenanigans.  Bo ushered Subjects One and Two into the private room and began his interrogation.
	First, though, he had to get her pants down.  
	His heart beat so he thought it would burst literally thru his chest.  He got a grip of himself (and of Brenda’s pants) and pulled them down—then off.  Red panties greeted him to his delight, they were of the bikini style and she had something of a “camel toe” going for her, too.  Bo was in love.  He moaned and seemed to be in a blur as went on thru the motions of pulling off the undies.  He sniffed the crotch and then shucked his own pants and underwear, wasting no more time in getting into the classmate and doinking her butt good.
	Her butt.
	Her butt he wondered if was virginal—‘cause sure as shit her pussy wasn’t!  It wasn’t sloppy but she had taken some cock before.  Bo wondered who.  As he settled into a rhythm of fucking her,
	“Who you having sex with?” it was a bold but straightforward question.  He got nothing as a response.  Her young teenage body jiggled as he sunk his bone into her.  In actuality, he kind of preferred boning a non-virgin, breaking a virgin’s cherry wasn’t all that cool—the blood and all.
	Bo got going, cupping Brenda’s ass he got her legs about his waist and began to pump harder and harder.  Noting the time he realized he wasn’t going to be able to get Aliesha, but oh well, later.
	He gave Brenda a mighty finale and emptied a great gusher load of teen spunk.  The relief was incredible; his eyes fluttered, the ringing intensified in his eyes intensely, he felt very weak and extremely hot.  It was a side-effect of using the EMAD he didn’t care for—but would put with to get nookie.

	Going thru classes sucked—his mind was on Brenda.
	Going thru classes sucked—his mind was on Aliesha.
	Going thru classes sucked—his mind was on Tammie.
	Lee Anne  Chelsea  Vera  Maggie and his girlfriend, Donna Jo.
	There were so many nuances to the EMAD he just didn’t know, but wanted to know.  And he didn’t feel comfortable enough to go to anyone to find out.  Not yet anyways.  He would just have to settle for continuing to finger it out for himself (until something went wrong…)

	After a hectic day at school Bo made for his car, his girlfriend, Donna Jo on his arm so his shenanigans were to be on a minimal at best.  He didn’t really need to use the EMAD on her, she was willing.  But when he first utilized the device, he needed a test subject and she was it.  What a guy!
	On their way to his car he noted Subject Brenda Lee, she stood on the slanted sidewalk hill all alone.
	‘Damn!’
	Bo slowed up, stalling, contemplating and thinking what he could do to get Brenda Lee into the backseat of his car.  He would have to zap both she and Donna Jo.  But before that could happen, a car pulled up and Brenda Lee went to it.  Her family had arrived.  
	In the car, Bo noted a Momma type parental unit along with a young boy about ten or so.  Hmmmm.  Brenda Lee slid into the front seat and they took off.  Bo had wood.

	At the malt shoppe Bo could hardly concentrate on what his girl said.  She was pretty and he was damn lucky to have her in his life; she wasn’t overly pretty, overly popular; but she was pretty, smart, and liked him as he was.  They got along well, he had been to her house she shared with her single Dad and two younger siblings.
	Mmmmm, two younger siblings.  Stephanie and Michelle.
	Stephanie was a thirteen while Michelle was a mere eight.  Bo twirled his straw in his malted—was he really truly considering having some narly naughty shenanigans with Stephanie and Michelle?  With the EMAD he could get away with it…
	The malt shoppe was a popular hangout for teens and therefore there were a lot of Subjects and Targets.  There were girls in cheerleader outfits that drove Bo crazy, girls in tight-tight jeans—some with obvious camel-toes;  there were girls from thirteen to eighteen; there were girls in short skirts, Summery dresses revealing the fact that they had no undies on, and girls who were of different lands who were too damn cute for their own good!
	It was too much for Bo.
	“Let’s go!” he told his girl.  Donna Jo was a good sport and possibly just as horny as her guy was.  She yapped to a friend of hers and Bo languished in ultra horny mode lingering listlessly nearby.
	Finally she was ready and Bo tried very hard not to get a ticket on his way to her home.  A ticket he could handle, but there were four gallons of hooch in the trunk and that would be bad (to be caught with.)

	Once at the Brenner home the two horny teens fled upstairs to Donna Jo’s room where they quickly got naked and proceeded to enjoy several minutes of blissful fucking.  No one was home.  Even there was someone (or someones) home, the two would fuck—they had before.  It was a sort of thrill to engage in sex acts while the risk of being caught was high.
	Bo and Donna Jo made the bed rock as they fucked, Donna Jo had her own room while siblings Stephanie and Michelle shared a room.  Donna Jo’s lovely body quickly erupted into a fury of fiery intensity.  Their bodies became a swath of sex sweat, Donna Jo’s nipples perked up and she thrusted her pelvis into Bo as much as he did unto her.
	At a little after four-thirty the front door could be heard slamming and a voice calling out, “I’m home!”  Middle sister Stephanie.  The little sis wouldn’t be far behind with the Daddy, Danny, half an hour later.  
 	Bo struggled to get his nuts off, before encountering DJ—his first love and first fuck, Stacey Bo Anderson was an avid one-handed kind of guy.  Typical.  He humped his hand, his bed, his pillow, and an old plush toy that had a rip in it—fucking the hole was like fucking a girl (so he thought.)  Since DJ had come (cum) into his life he didn’t have so much the need any more for jacking off.  Then, with the EMAD in his life, he got off even more!
	He guessed that his cock was still reeling from screwing Brenda Lee earlier in the day.  He had somehow managed to curb himself the rest of the day—but it was damned difficult.
	Finally, after sucking on DJs titties and thinking of Brenda Lee, Aliesha, Tammie, Lee Anne, and about a dozen other bitches, he came.  His finale thoughts were on Stephanie and Michelle, though.  He had seen them both in their swimsuits and in their nightgowns, pajamas, and Michelle in her panties.  The thought of the girls nude with their legs open inviting him to fuck them drove him to plow DJ into sexual oblivion.
	Afterwards she sneaked off to the shower while cunt crazed Bo simple washed up quickly in the sink then slipped down the side stairs to the kitchen.  
	“Hiya!” he smiled in announcement to the lone girl, Stephanie.  She was not surprised to see him there, but knew that he wasn’t supposed to be there when their Daddy wasn’t home.  But she was a cool kid, she knew that Bo and her sister were screwing.
	Bo could just hear the shower still going on upstairs—he tempted fate.
	“Uh, where’s the munchkin?” (Michelle)
	“Oh, she’s still over at Micky’s, staying for dinner; they’ve got that school project they working on--”
	“Oh, that frog prince play?”
	“Yeah, that’s the one.”
	Stephanie was cute, like her sister but having her own distinguishable looks.  Both girls had lovely blond hair, sweet supple complexion, and all kinds of cuteness and charm.  And Bo was in some kind of luck—today Stephanie Banner had chosen to wear a dress!
	It wasn’t long, just to the knees, a light Summery type dress (but unlike the bitches at the Malt Shoppe, Stephanie wore underwear.  She smelled of roses, too.  For thirteen, Stephanie had good sex appeal about her.
	“Would you like something to drink?” she asked hoping off the kitchen barstool going to the fridge.  
	“Sure.” Bo said and glanced at the girl’s homework she had been working on laid out on the bar counter.
	“Fuck, 78th grade algebra?   Damn.”
	“Yeah, it bites but I got a hang of it, sort of.” She chortled and fetched a couple of sodas.  Bo could still hear the shower upstairs, he knew Donna Jo, she was long in the shower.  He had time.  Not much, Daddy Danny was soon to be strolling in and it would be bad to be caught doing a naughty with one of his girls.  Very bad.
	As Stephanie situated herself back on her barstool, Bo zapped her.  He stood off at an angle of the “L” shaped bar in the kitchen surreptitiously utilizing the EMAD from under Steph’s bookbag.
	The girl jerked her head back, got an “all serious” look upon her face, then a curious face.  She batted her eyes and was his to control at will.
	Firstly he went to her and standing behind her wrapped his arms about her to grope her breasts.  There was no reaction from the girl so he was good.  Down her body to her crotch with his head buried into her neck.  It was foreplay and there was no time for that.  Upon realizing that he moved the girl off of her barstool and over to the nearby breakfast/dinning table where like on the conference table he had laid out Brenda Lee he positioned Stephanie likewise.
	Then it was all a matter of working her panties down, raising her legs, and gawking at her goody.  And it was a wondrous goody to behold, neatly trimmed pubes with the slight evidence of possible fucking.
	“Damn, who you been screwing?”
	There was no answer—which confounded him.  He was sure (almost sure) that he had the narly ability of Q&A.  He guessed it was a matter of wording.
	“Ok, let’s try this—who’s been screwing you?”
	“David.”

	“David Jones?”
	“Yes.”
	Cool.  David Jones was her boyfriend.”
	“Do you suck him, too?”
	“Yes.”
	Cool.
	“Do he fuck you up the butt?”
	“No.”
	Bo unfurled his cock and pressed it against Stephanie’s cunt, gliding it up and down trying to control himself.  If he got into her, he wasn’t coming out until the end—no matter what.  No matter if DJ came down the stairs into the kitchen, no matter if her Daddy came in on them, no matter if an axe murderer came in on them wearing a hockey mask and bearing a bloody meat cleaver.
	But into her cunt he went just the same.  He couldn’t stop himself—the desire was too great and he offered no resistance.  Stephanie made some facial expressions and Bo tried to think up other questions.
	“Hey, do you and your sister fool around, sexually?”
	“Yes.”
	Way cool!
	Then, “Uh, with DJ, right?”
	“Yes.”
	“Do you want to get it on with anyone else?”
	No answer there, her face contorted and Bo wondered what it meant or could mean.  Then, “Hey, uhm,” he settled his cock all the way into the girl’s cunt, leaned down and whispered into her ear, “you want to get fucked by your Dad?”
	Stephanie seemed to struggle with her answer.
	“Or have you already?”
	Again, no answer—just a lot of face contortions.
	“Hey, what about Bo, your sister’s boyfriend—you want to get fucked by him?”
	Before she could possibly answer he heard a door upstairs…

	Barely did he get Stephanie back on her barstool before DJ came lopping down the stairs.  Bo still had to unzap the girl, return her mind back to her own operation.  He had realized that while the Subject’s mind was his to control—the Subject was not aware.  The Subject was further “not aware” of what had transpired after being returned to their own operating status.  It was an added bonus that Bo thoroughly enjoyed.

	Bo released Stephanie back to herself—she tossed her pretty head about, retched, and looked as if though she were about to hurl.  
	“You ok?” a concerned Donna Jo asked stepping up to the other side of the bar counter and looking hard into her sister’s face.
	Stephanie was confused, shook her head and looked to Bo.
	Bo looked back to her, “what” expressed on his face.
	Whatever ailed her suddenly passed, though.  She took a swig of soda, blew her nose and Bo saw in her face a sudden abrupt change—she realized that her pussy was “tingling.”  Once more she looked to Bo and Bo got uncomfortable.
	He zapped her again.  DJ, too.  He had had similar troubles with Tammie and Lee Anne and Brenda, too.  
	“You’re ok, your pussy itches, you’re horny, you want fucked.”
	He repeated the command repeatedly to make sure it stuck and was accepted, then released the girls and watched them.  Both had taken the command and both were “horny.”  Stephanie excused herself and made for the upstairs bathroom whereupon she would most likely finger herself silly.
	Meanwhile, Bo had DJ to himself.
	For five mintues.
	He had his hands inside her panties, her pants were at her ankles, his pants and underwear at his ankles, standing in the kitchen kissing and prepping to get freaky when the front door slammed.  “I’m home!” announced the Daddy of the girls.

*

	Bo hated interruptions--it fouled up his plans and thoughts and procedures.  It also weighed on his mind as “unfinished” and he needed to get back to whatever he was doing to complete it before the interruption.  
	He was ansy—near constantly.  He struggled to go to sleep, he struggled to merely sit still!  He didn’t know if it was due to his ultra horny state or something to do with the usage of his EMAD.  Maybe a little of both?  It unnerved him so he went to one of his “customers” who happened to be a doctor—Doc Bakker of Walnut Grove, a nearby township of where Bo was from.
	Doc Bakker was cool, easy going and a bit of a perv.  He also was a prime customer for Bo and Bo often had an “extra” gallon of ‘shine for him and they would sit on the back porch of Bakker’s office and “jaw” for a spell.  On Bo’s visit, two gallons of ‘shine happened to be left over from one of Bo’s runs and he happily handed them over.

	In turn, Bo got a free exam, some pills, condoms, and a few minutes of pleasant company.  Bo held off letting the old country doctor know about the EMAD he had.  He didn’t know why, he just did.  
	After their visit, Bo was better and returned to working on completing his “List.”

	Tammie T---check
	Lee Anne----check
	Sally T-------check
	Brenda Lee---check
	That left for him, Brenda’s friend, Aliesha; and five other girls.
	Then the rest of the girl student body…
	With the EMAD, no one would be left over.
	There were black girls, Mexican girls, Asian girls.
	There were tall girls, fat girls, odd looking girls.
	There were cheerleaders, band geeks, smart girls, dumb as bricks.
	Statistically, there were 175 girls in the Freshman class.
	Two-hundred twenty-five girls in the Sophomore class.
	Three hundred twenty girls in the Junior class.
	Two hundred eighty girls in the Senior class.
	That was one thousand girls in all.
	One thousand!
	Wow!
	Could he fuck that many?
	He was willing to give it a good try!
	There, too, was the desire to get back to DJs family…

	DJ had a class project that was going to take awhile.  Bo didn’t want to wait.  He was about to leave and pursue his “other” projects when she asked him if he would go to her sister’s school, Michelle, and bring her home.  Bo had no problem with that…
	“How’s my favorite girl?” he said cheerfully as the eight year old slid into his car.
	“I’m good.” She said with a relative assurance of fact.  Bo liked her, she was “cool”, had spunk (not his, but…) and all kinds of nifty charm.  All kinds!
	They scooted off towards home, but made a pit stop at the Malt Shoppe where Bo treated the youngster with a malted.  They talked, shared, joked (dirty jokes) and grew a little closer.

	Once home Bo checked the status of the other members of the house while Michelle made for the nearest bathroom.  Bo greatly wanted to be in the bathroom with her—watching her pee.  
	Stephanie wouldn’t be home right off, she was with her ‘mates participating in a class project.  DJ was ditto and Daddy Danny was working.  Bo adjusted his cock and made for the hall bathroom.	
	Pausing at the door he could just hear the tinkling sound of a good piss—accompanied by a hearty fart.  Bo rubbed the heel of his hand hard to his bone—already there was “seepage” soiling his underwear.
	There was a pause, another fart, then a sound of clothes rustling, then the flush.  Bo backed up anticipating the door to whisk suddenly open upon him.  But the little girl firstly did the proper thing of washing her hands—THEN opened the door and was mildly surprised to see Bo standing there.
	“Hi!” he said nervously fumbling about trying to hide his EMAD.
	“You gotta go, too?” she giggled.
	“Y-yeah, yeah, all that malted and been holding it all day!”
	“Me, too,” Michelle said, “I hate using the school bathroom.”
	Bo tried to move but his legs were rubbery; he also noted Michelle’s pretty blue eyes staring at him—specifically at his crotch.  More specifically at his bulging pulsing bone.
	“Holy crap!” the little girl blurted.
	Bo was embarrassed, curious, and nervous.  What a combo!
	“I know what that is.” Michelle boldly state.
	Bo stared at her, “Yeah?”
	Michelle grinned and blushed some, “Yeah, and it’s a big one!”
	Bo was bowled over by her statement.  He rubbed her aching prong and then used his fingers to push his pants about the prong pronouncing the outline of the cock for her viewing pleasure.
	Michelle licked her lips hungrily.
	“Uh, wanna see it?”
	Michelle grinned big, eyes widened bigger and gave a rapid head nod indicating that she did.
	Bo held back a moment—she was acting on her own as he hadn’t been able to activate the mind altering device in his pocket.  Slowly he unzipped and “whipped it out” to further her viewing pleasure.  Michelle gawked in awe at the massiveness of the teen schlong.
	“Wow!” she exclaimed.
	“You’ve seen one before?”

	Michelle blushed and explained she often spied on some boys at her school and her sister Steph’s school nearby.  The boys often went behind some buildings on the back area of the school campus to smoke marijuana, pee, and jack off.
	Bo tugged the skin of his skin flute tight and all the way down to the base thusly increasing somewhat the size of his cock.  Michelle was very attentive.
	“Wanna touch it?”
	Michelle turned red, pulled in her lower lip then shrugged and stretched out her hand.  Her delicate fingers wrapped about the pulsing prong and gently stroked it.
	“Suck it.” He said to her calmly.
	Michelle leaned in, her pretty face turning serious, her lips brushing against the pulsing head of his prong.  “Take it in.” he cooed to her.
	Slowly she did so.
	Bo was relieved.  He felt as if though he could cum off into her mouth straightaway!  But he held back and held back his wild desires to fuck the girl silly right then and there.  Slowly he made entry into her mouth until she could take no more.  But that was ok, most of his dick was IN her mouth and close counts.
	Michelle worked her head back and forth, with help from Bo who had his left hand on the back of her pretty blond head.  The sucking was pretty good—not as good as her sister gave him, but it was good enough to where he was right at the brink of shooting massive wads of hot spunk down her throat.
	He held off somehow doing so as he didn’t want to choke her or gag her—not yet.  Moving in and out he steadied his pace and when the first juts of his liquid love began to spurt into Michelle’s mouth he pulled out and face fucked the eight year old, bringing her face to his musty balls and humping his cock up the girl’s nose shooting his load into her hair.
	“Now, don’t you tell on me!” he chortled.
	Michelle said nothing and Bo just had to see her naked.  He just had to.  Dropping to his knees he undone her pants and pushed them down followed by her panties.  Michelle stood still doing nothing.  Her little beaver was bald, but she was eight years old, too.  His finger went to her cunny and he fingered her to his delight until his cum squirter demanded attention.

	He stood and scooped up his girlfriend’s sister then scurried her away to her bedroom where he deposited her onto her bed, pushed off her plush toy animals and then stripped her naked.  Checking the clock by her bed he stripped off his clothes, too.	 
	Opening her legs he positioned himself between and began humping her cunt, his cock on the outside of her sex.  Michelle grunted some and moved somewhat listlessly.  Bo didn’t mind and humped until once more spilling his seed—it squirted up her young body and then pooled right on her entrance!
	Gingerly he moved his cock in his spillage, moving the head of his cock up and down Michelle’s slit before laying on her but not crushing her.  He kissed on her, tweaked her nipples and then fingered her pussy saying,
	“Now, don’t you go telling on me!”
	“Ok.” Michelle said.  And she said it in such a way as to alarm Bo.
	He looked to her, pausing in his fingering of her, she blinked, smiled, and was of her own mind.
	Ut-oh.

	Bo was in a spot—a cum dripping ball wrenching spot.  Michelle was (apparently) herself.  She opened her legs and on her own began fingering herself.  She lay staring up to Bo waiting to see what he would do nextly.
	“I gotta pee.” he announced.
	“Can I watch?”
	Bo felt his balls tightening all the more.
	“Uhm, sure, ok.”  
	It was actually hard to pee with his dick still kind of hard.  He didn’t know what to do about Michelle—willing was ok, but the situation warranted that it was a security risk, too.
	Michelle stood nakedly by his side gawking at his cock.  Bo caressed her hair and she blushed, giggled, and in some since of the matter Bo wouldn’t mind if she was “in the know” and “of her own mind.”  But, she was a security risk.  She was a little kid and little kids sometimes spoke their mind without knowing that they were speaking mind and that spelled bad news for whoever they spoke out.
	Having no luck taking a piss he returned to seeing if she would oblige him with another blowjob.  He had a jillion questions and as she willingly handled his cock, fondled his balls, and sucked on the head of his dick, he asked.
	“Have you like, sucked one before?”
	“Uh-huh.” she answered, just like that!

	“Who?”
	“My friend, Teddy.” then, “and his brother, Eddy.”
	Teddy was Michelle’s age, eight.  Eddy was not, he was fourteen!
	Bo had more questions but didn’t know how to word them.  Slowly a new thought of action came to mind.
	“Hey, uhm, why don’t you get on your hands and knees…?”
	Michelle obliged him and though lo he enjoyed the view greatly, he had to take a moment to zap her.  Surreptitiously he had snagged his EMAD out of his pants before making for the bathroom, it was small enough to be concealed in his hand and that was a good thing.
	Once activated he took a pause to gander and Michelle’s ass—what a nice ass!  Her hole was there to greet him, her bald poon, all of it.  He definitely could imagine himself poking her in both holes!  His cock surged and he zapped the girl into subduction.
	Of course, she was already somewhat subdued, she was willingly willing to perform any and all suggestions suggested to her.  She was already naughty—or did Teddy’s brother have an EMAD, too?
	There wasn’t a lot of time but time enough.  Bo licked on Michelle’s ass, fingered the hole but couldn’t determine if she “took it in the ass” or not.  So he asked.
	“Do you take it (cock) up the ass?”
	“No.” she replied.  
	Bo licked her ass, the hole, and loved on her bald beaver before schlepping his salami against her flesh and humping between her legs.  Her pussy was too young, too tight, for his cock to be satisfied.  Her asshole, too.  Oh, he COULD get into those two entrances, but it would hurt her and he didn’t want that.
	Slowly he stopped himself and pulled her up to him.  Her body was wondrous to him, naked and all.  He couldn’t believe it—the whole thang that it; having his way with one girl after another, being naked with one girl after another, being as naughty as possible—with one after another.  It was mindboggling—simply fucking mindboggling.
	Mindboggling as it may be, it was.  He had an EMAD, it apparently had narly powers yet unknown to Bo, but he was finding them out as he went along.  He held Michelle to him for a few minutes, running his hand up and down her naked body, fingering her pussy as his cock throbbed hard against her ass(hole).
	“Ok,” he said, “uhm,” how to proceed?  His cock demanded attention, but there was the need to satiate Michelle, to set her mind so as he wouldn’t have to change his name to “Bitch” in prison.

	“Ok, so like—you like Bo, a lot,” he began nervously, “and what you and he do together is private.” Followed by “and keep it to yourself.”  He reiterated that part, repeatedly.  
	Then, as an added bonus, “you like sucking Bo’s cock.”
	And there was more!
	“you like letting Bo lick your pussy!”  there were more desires but until she was broken in…
	“Do you have sex with Teddy, I mean, do you let him fuck you?”
	Not yet.
	Hmmm, not yet?  Yes yet.  Er, Bo instilled (installed) upon Michelle’s young impressionable mind that she WOULD give it (pussy) up to Teddy, pussy, mouth, and asshole.  (not necessarily in that order…)
	After a few minutes of rigorous mind manipulation he quit and dressed the child, hugged her then scurried her back to her room and scurried himself back into his clothes.  Then it was back downstairs where for a few more minutes he dinked with her mind a little more instilling upon her that she was to “forget” what had happened in her room.  He had realized that that part she had been willing and that could be bad for him.  It was shame, though; she was “willing”.  But she was eight and that was bad for him.
	Good for him was Stephanie.
	He was getting a headache and his cock was still driving him mad when middle sister with the dynamite smile and cute ass came home.  They yapped about the school project she was doing and though he doubted there was sufficient time, Bo zapped her.
	His cock told him to!
	Little Michelle was zapped, too; but Bo’s attention was to Stephanie.
	They had been interrupted before—and was sure to be so again due to the time constraints but Bo quickly situated Stephanie on the table like he had before, but unlike last time when she had been in a dress she wore knee length britches.  They were easy to take down, though, and so he did—along with her panties.
	There was little time to gawk but he took half a moment to do so, then went to licking her pussy forgetting all about Q&Aing her or time.  Strangely, her pussy reeked of roses!  He licked and licked and was more turned on than ever.  He determined that she WAS getting some dicking but failed to get the dirt on who.  
	Once more his cock pressed against her cunt and was close to making entry when he heard a door slam outside—a car door.  Daddy Danny had come home!

*

I love an adventure!
	“You bes’ take the Low Road tonight, damn Revers snoopin’ ‘round Roun’ Mountain way.”
	“Don’t you worry, Mr. Clemens, Lil Red and me and outrun anything them Revers got.”
	“Eh, you might be right but you cant outdo their two-way!” the old man sneered, snorted, and spat some chew.  The mess dripped down his grizzled chin and he didn’t bother to wipe it off.
	Fireflies had started to illuminate the hot sticky night, Bo closed the lid of his Lil Red, shook Old Man Clemens’ hand and bid him a good night.
	“Best you mind what I say, take the Low Road!”
	Bo nodded that he would, fired up his Chevy and headed off—with his biggest load of ‘shine yet, 50 gallons!  He hauled ass and made for Boone Cap County, just over the State Line.
	The night before Bo had been with his girl, DJ.  They had gone out on a date and no chance for any hanky and/or panky at the house (in regards to Stephanie and/or Michelle.  He had to settle for DJ and that was ok—but just ok.  He was still pent up and while boning DJ he thought only of Stephanie and Michelle—their naked image was burned into his mind; he saw his cock slamming into their young bodies, his cum dripping all over them and they smiling about it, too!
	After bringing DJ home and going back to his own humble abode he made a detour.  He didn’t know why, but he boogied back to the Malt Shoppe.  It was still early, 11:30 to be exact.  DJ had a curfew, Bo did not—he was on his own.  He wondered by off chance if the pretty little girl he had seen earlier was still there.
	She was.
	She wasn’t alone, of course, but that didn’t matter to Bo.  Of course, there was a police presence and other undercover agents with EMAD detectors.  Bo had already determined that his low-key EMAD wasn’t detectable.  He played it cool and remained in his car parked in the shadows beside the shoppe—and waited.
	Being mindful of the security cameras, security guards, and other security measures, Bo finally left his car and meandered to the sidewalk running outside the Shoppe and other mini stores.  Midnight was encroaching and he saw the little Subject indeed getting sleepy.  

 	It was a Friday nite, the Shoppe was opened to 1AM and there were many teens and young adults about.  A popular teen hangout was next door to the Shoppe; a pizzeria, a video arcade place, a coffee hut, and so on.  Bo shuffled about trying to be inconspicuous and avoiding the security measures until a prime opportunity presented itself.
	The Subject was taken out to her family’s car, and left there!
	Her young adult Daddy returned to the Shoppe leaving her totally alone!  Bo was stunned.  In the day and age of rash bold kidnapping, perverts everywhere, everyone virtually with an EMAD of some kind, and so on—leaving a youngster alone was just unheard of.
	But, be that as it may, Bo took advantage and scooped up the little one, whisking her away to his car.  He feared the security cameras had caught him in the act, though.  He wore food grade handlers gloves—less noticeable.  He doubled them to make sure the imprint of his fingers wouldn’t be found on the car’s door handle.  A ball cap, fake mutton chops, a fake nose made of putty, and glasses concealed his true identity—he hoped.
	With the lights off and using just the car’s mighty powerplant to coast down the alley Bo left the area as stealthily he had come into it.  Once down the alley and to the cross street he gunned the engine a little more but kept the lights off until two blocks away.
	His little young subject was asleep in his backseat—but as an added precaution he had used his EMAD to secure her.  He made for Hose Rd. and then up to Perkins Crossing before slowing and turning off into the woods and down aways to where a small gaggle of trailers were assembled.  This was his home, #14.  It was kinda rundown, unkempt, but private—no one bothered no one and no one cared.  It was kinda redneck-like but there were some non-rednecks about—but to reiterate—no one cared.
	Bo slid his ride upside his abode.  There was no automatic security light to come on on his entrance door.  No interior light in his ride.  It was after midnight and damn dark without moonlight.  The air was scented with a mix of wildweed, stinkweed, jasmine, roses, and beer.  The remains of a barbeque also wafted thru the air, Bo missed that.  Living among the trailerlites he was accepted—most knew that he was a moonrunner and he often kept a few jugs to pass around.  Everyone though kept to themselves but they did watch out for one another.

	Carefully Bo lifted the slumbering tyke out of his car and into his trailer.  His trailer was a nominal thing not very wide or very long.  It had been built in the 50s and had seen a hard life.  The wheels beneath it were rotted away and stood supported on cement blocks.  But it was home, it was comfy and Bo could do as he damn well pleased.
	He didn’t care to be homeless and actually cared to graduate high school.  Having no parental influence he was doing well on his own, he paid his rent on time, utilities, and had food.  He was able to maintain his ride and himself and the school had no idea that he actually had no parents!
	It wasn’t any of their business anyhow.
	“Mindy” was deposited on the lone bed in the rear of the Chalet.  The only light on was in the short hallway—a nightlight at floor level.  Bo turned on another light in the bathroom directly across from the bed.  Then he shucked his clothes and began slowly undressing Mindy.
	She was a little older than Michelle, but that was okay, she was still young enough to satiate his wicked desire to have sex with a young girl.  She was pretty; blond hair in a single thick pony tail, a trim slim body that was just beginning to get lumpy, dimples, pretty eyes and face.  Once she was down to her panties, Bo paused to take a long look at her.  His cock surged and so he paid attention and positioned himself on top of her, grinding himself against her.  She was very subdued, the power of the EMAD and her natural sleepiness had her mind locked up good.
	He was just about to start making vaginal entry when,
	KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!
	He froze.
	“Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch.”  He breathed and was totally locked up.
	Then,
	“Hey, Bo, you in there?” a voice he recognized eased his fears.
	Angrily he made for the lone door of the cabin.  Outside was an anxious Lowell Gibb.
	“Do you know what fuckin’ time it is?” Bo lashed out.
	“Yeah, I knows, I saw you slide in a minute ago.”
	Bo froze, he didn’t like that.
	“Hey, what I comes to you for is you got any ‘shine?”
	Bo shook his head, ‘sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch.’ Then, “Yeah.” And he went to his car fetching out a gallon jug of ‘shine.
	“Gee, thanks, mate, whattya I owe you?”
	“On the house.”
	“Hot damn!” smiled a toothless Lowell, the 20 year old dropout from society scurried away quickly and Bo returned to his business.

	Mindy fussed some, but that was normal—she had “woken” up and the effects of the EMAD had worn off, too.  Bo could have re-zapped her with the EMAD but he didn’t.  He took his time breaching her virgin cunny, he didn’t Q&A her just forced his dick into her sex and tried to be a little gentle about it.
	With his hand over her mouth he pushed himself into her body.  It wasn’t easy, fucking a ten year old took precise knack and diligence.  Mindy thrashed about but it only seemed to excite Bo; he did not fear her for she was young and powerless against him.  When the head of his cock was in her and the mighty throbbing shaft following, Mindy’s blue eyes bulged and her thrashing ceased.
	Bo began to pump, forcing Mindy’s legs open wider.  He knew he was hurting the girl as the strength prowess of his cock was intense.  And not all of the length of his cock was making it in, either.  
	Slow methodic thrusts until the “feeling” began to surge.
	“Oh yeah!” he groaned and slid his johnny into Mindy a little more.
	Mindy wailed some, thrashed some, then reached that point where she couldn’t do any of those things but stare wild eyed to the crappy paneled ceiling above her.
	The surge came and came; great gobs of love cream spewed into little Mindy’s cunt; his cock was forced out and so he ejaculated the remainder onto her little hairless quim.  His cock still dramatically hard he laid it in the mess on her freshly broken slit and humped until the “feeling” subsided.
	But he was far from being done with the little girl…

	Round Rd. came up fast, his mind preoccupied he nearly missed the turn-off.  Crossing Dabner Creek Bridge he saw a forest ranger’s truck, well, the reflective emblem on its door tucked away in the bushes.  Bo slowed and turned down the tunes then scurried up High Ball Rd. to the connecting Junction Valley Rd.  Just a few miles down was Low Road.
	A sixth sense came over Bo, seeing the forest ranger truck gave him the willies; with his Lil Girl loaded to the brim with hooch he’s butt would be in jail til Christ returned!  At the Junction he swung right heading up High Valley Rd. that at the 4,000 foot level he would simply take the fire road over to his thirsty customers scattered about the mountain.
	After making the turn at Gully Vista and straightening out heading up to the 3,000 foot marker lights shone from behind, lighting up the interior of his ride.  At the 3,000 foot marker post he made another turn and lights were in front of him, too.

	“SHUT IT DOWN!” called out a voice over an intercom.
	“KISS MY ASS!” shouted back Bo.  He gunned the Chevy, opening up her 305 powerplant and “hauled ass” through the wooden blockade, scraping one of the Revenuer’s cars and knocking the bumper off of another.
	“Damn!” Bo said, he knew that there would be significant damage to his Lil Girl and he would have to do the repair work himself.  He gunned the engine and hauled ass (with five revenuer cars in pursuit.)
	But did they know the mountain roads as well as he?

	At Carper’s Tunnel he nearly lost it, the extra added weight of fifty gallons was a bit much for the rear end of the Chevy; four hundred extra pounds specifically; plus the weight of the jars (jugs).  The rear wheels scratched the dirt on the side of the road but managed to grip the pavement and continue own.  The Rever’s held back as hauling ass in the dead of night up a steep mountain road wasn’t their cup o’ tea, though lo they wanted the moonshine runner bad.
	At the top of the hill, the 4,000 foot marker, Bo slid the ass-end of his car almost off the side, but it helped him get the angle to hit the almost hidden fire road the forestry department used to get to fires in the forest and create a break for fires climbing up the mountain.
	Hauling ass down the hill he slammed on the brakes sliding Lil Girl this way and that, slamming up against a tree, then bottoming out on the rutted road, then it was like he was that little ball in the pin ball machine.  The engine revved high, lights blinked on the dashboard—he lost oil pressure and the breaks were “squishy.”
	Suddenly he was sliding out of control and despite turning the wheel the nose of Lil Girl went careening over the edge and down the embankment into the gully.  Not good—no, not good at all.

*

The Clan of the Mountain
	The dust had settled around him, choking him.  He smelled gas, oil, and booze.  All three was bad.  He lay still for a while, he didn’t have much choice, his bod was in peril and it hurt like hell to even think about moving.  
	He didn’t like the odor of gasoline around him, that was very bad news.  He guessed the bottoming out on the rutted road fucked Lil Girl’s oil pan; and the smell of booze in the air meant a jug or two (or three) had been broken in the trunk.

	After a time, though, the gas was getting much and he feared being in more peril than he could handle.  Thankfully there were no broken bones, just broken spirit.  His body had been thru a hellacious ordeal and he was a little dazed.  Scrambling out of the car he fell out of the crunched door and was sick to see his car on its side and very well mangled.
	“Damn.” He bitched to himself.  He’d been better off to let the Revers catch him, at least Lil Girl wouldn’t be so mangled and he could get her out of lock-up (impound) once he was out of lock-up (jail.)
	It was too dark to see as he tried to asses how many bottles had been broken; he wrestled retrieving his .30-06 out from under the front seat and struck off for help.
	Being dazed he couldn’t think straight of where he was exactly and where the nearest “help” might be.  Both his ankles hurt, then the rest of his bod.  Stumbling around in the dark was not a good thing, there was no moonlight and he couldn’t see squat.
	Hearing water he knew he was at the creek running down the gully.  A myriad of wildflowers, skunkweed, and skunk filled the air.  He wanted desperately not to encounter the skunk, or any of the many other critters that lived in the woods and would take great umbrage at his barging thru their territory.
	Finding a pool—by stumbling into it, he washed his face and sat on a log.  He guessed he would have to wait until morning to get his bearings.  He had no idea how he was going to get his ride out.  He sat soaking his feet and contemplating.
	He thought of Mindy.
	Michelle, Stephanie, DJ, and dozens of other bitches he knew (and dozens of others he didn’t.)  He found his EMAD in his pocket, he had fashioned a sort of odd case for it to protect it, sort of a ladybug type metal case that only opened by his fingerprint scan and depressing three buttons along the side in a particular order.
	After screwing Mindy the first time, he fetched a washrag from the bathroom and cleaned her up.  She sobbed and fussed some, but a quick grab of her ankles, hoisting them up and swatting her bare ass as hard as he could settled her right out.  He then washed his dick (and balls) in the sink then returned to take another turn at the girl.
	Getting on the bed he turned Mindy over and positioned her with her ass up and her face down.  Then he licked her ass crack, cheeks, and hole.  A generous application of anal lube was applied to her hole—then his cock was applied.
	Mindy squealed as the presence of Bo’s cock went sliding into her unfucked hole.  Bo eased up some but was still sliding in.  The girl’s anal muscles slowly responded to the inward projectile—but at a mere ten years young the response was difficult to accept.
	When she fussed too much she was swatted hard on the ass.
	It took a full two minutes before Bo was all the way into her.
	Then the pumping began.

	Four minutes came and Bo was at his limit, his strength all but zapped away he pumped his fill into Mindy and was pulling out when a river of cum squirted from his cock.  Mindy’s asshole was smoldering; there was fecal matter and blood coating his cock; he filled her gaping hole with his ball juice and then felt as if though he were to explode all over.
	“Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch!” he exclaimed.  It was a good fuck all around, he liked it—a lot!
	He collected the girl and put her in the shower with him then showered her up, making her wash his cock and balls and then suck him.  She bawled the entire time.  
	While drying the little girl and fondled her all over, specifically her pussy.  This got him horny again and on the grungy bathroom floor he raped her again—this time making a little more entry than before.
	All the while he thought of doing likewise to Michelle…

	It got a little cool, at 4000 feet in the dead of night in the middle of a great forest it was bound to get cool, ‘specially with feet stuck in creek water!  It was time to mosey.  Not the greatest idea but he didn’t feel too good and thought maybe he may be bleeding internally.
	He was going downhill, stumbling most the way, crashing into trees and stumbling over rocks, boulders, his own feet.  He paused now and then trying as hard as he might to get his bearings but he simply had no idea.  He stumbled on hoping that the creek would cross a road or something.
	The creek emptied to a flat land.  Bo found a clearing, less rocks and other crap to stumble and crash into.  A needful rest was needed here, he parked it on a small rock and felt his body sliding down to the ground.  Fireflies were everywhere—so were bothersome gnats and mosquitoes.  
	A curious smell wafted to his bloodied nose, something like dead.  He didn’t know what an sitting up was simply not an option.  Not until, at least, something horrid breathed down his neck.
	A bear.	

	There was “moving slowly” to avoid a fight with the bear, the bear was out looking for someone to fight, to kick someone’s ass and Bo was just that one.  Bo had other ideas—flee.  Running, though, was not a good idea, he knew it but he was in no shape to take on a massive brute like a brown mountain bear bent on tearing human a new one.
	There was his rifle, of course—somewhere.  Somewhere on the ground he had dropped his rifle.  No matter, the bear would help him find it.  The huge gangly pissed off bruin rushed Bo, tackling him and pile driving him to the soft earth.  Bo did all he could to protect himself but the bear had the adavantage—four powerful paws with claws and a ferocious jaw.  Not to mention a hell of a lot of pissedoffedness.
	They rolled and Bo did what he could to make it difficult for the bear to rip him to shreds.  The bear thrashed and slung Bo off rolling on the clover laden ground then charging to pounce on him again.  Bo was fucked up.  The car crash had been bad enough and now this!
	But he did find his rifle.
	The bear came lopping hard, reared up to pounce his full weight onto Bo when,
	BLAM!
	The shot up close and close managed to disrupt the bear’s pounce attack.  It did little, though, to soothe his mood or scare him away or change his mind about ripping the pitiful human’s body to shreds.  It mostly pissed him off even more!
	That wasn’t good.
	Bo managed to blast another shot before the bear did give it a second thought.  Using the rifle as a crutch Bo stood, weakly, bleeding everywhere, dazed and confused more than ever before.  The bear behind him slinging fluids all over, two gunshot wounds in his torso.  But the level of PissedOffedness was still high and still dangerous.  He suddenly lunged at the hapless human throwing him to the ground knocking the wind out of his sorry hide.  The mighty wood beast then pounced right on the human’s back slashing him. 
	The slash rolled Bo over and he planted the barrel into the bear’s throat and fired.

	Not far away and gunshots rang out to shake the Talburr family awake.  John T met his eldest son in the hallway followed by the rest of the large close nit family.
	“Somebody hunting?” asked the oldest, Johnathan (Jr.)

	“Kinda late.” replied his Daddy.
	“Not for some folk!” chimed in the grandpa, Zeb.
	“Yeah, it could be ole Yancy, Clem, or Hoss.”
	There was silence among the family and upon hearing nothing else they all began to scurry back to their beds; then,
	BLAM!  BLAM!  BLAM!
	Three shots rang out in quick fashion, a signal of someone in peril.

	The bear was dead—so he hoped.  He couldn’t hear it breathing, grunting, or anything.  But it was heavy—its massive bulk lay on him like death.  Then there was the horrendous funk-stink of the animal, it smelled like death warmed over.
	Bo strove to eliminate the “death” description as he lay pinned under the massive bruin.  He knew his life was over, every fiber in his being was on fire like never before.  His life, though, was NOT passing before his eyes; he did regret not knowing his mother, but she had died when he was young—to young to remember her.  His deadbeat dad was of no consequence and Bo chose not to remember him at all.
	Mindy.
	After the bathroom thing he nailed her again on the bed, spreading her legs wide and sliding his teenhood into her cunny—an inch more than it had gone before.  His cock ached at that point, he couldn’t determine if it was a Good Ache of a Bad Ache, but he was in pussy so it had to be a Good Ache.
	He gave the girl a hell of a fuck virtually almost getting all of his cock in her before exploding.  The cum wash was little, actually, just a gob stream mess that was not as milky white as usual.  The tingling feeling in his cock and balls, though, were familiar.  
	Mindy whimpered some but was mostly calm.  Bo sucked on her tiny breasts, fingered her cum strewn pussy then buried his tongue into her mouth.  The act did little to give life back to his cock and daylight was coming on.  He had to hurry lest he have to keep the child with him the whole day until it was dark again.
	Dressing her, minus her panties, he subdued her with the EMAD then hustled her back into his car.  Slowly he returned to town, to the opposite area of town he had abducted her and let her out at a bus stop.  She would be found half an hour later by the first morning bus.

	Mindy’s end fate was good, Bo didn’t think he’s would turn out so good.  Suddenly, though, there were strangers about him, pulling the stinking hulk of a brown bear off of him.  Then gently he was carted off.  Midway along he passed out.  (lack of blood will do that to you.)

	When he awoke—he wasn’t much better but better.  He tingled all over, it was hard to explain but a strange feeling was about him.  Confusion reigned supreme, too.  Opening his eyes wasn’t too good, they hurt and his head begun to swim rapidly when he did so, so he shut them and waited.
	A horrible ringing droned in his ears, a terrible smell filled his nose.  When he tried to move his fingers, his toes, or even to think—a huge firestorm erupted throughout his body so he quit.  There was naught to do but to lay still, don’t think, don’t move, don’t do shit.

	Some time passed, how much time he didn’t know but when he managed to open his eyes again things were a little better—not much, but better than before.  For the minute or two he was awake he saw that he was in a room unfamiliar to him.  It was gray with some old picturesque paintings on the wall, there was a window with white drapes allowing cool breezes to drift in; a desk, chair, a comfy bedroom chair and then the bed.  
	He was in the bed, it was a single bed with iron railings.  It was comfy except for something odd under his ass.  Moving his hand to investigate once more gave him great eruptions of pains so he quit and lay still.  At length he closed his eyes and new nothing more for some time again.
	Occasionally he heard voices, he couldn’t make them out—they sounded muffled at best.  He smelled roses and perfume, a woman’s voice, and then quite possibly a child’s voice.  He didn’t know what it meant and decided not to worry about it—not that he had much choice.

	Finally he awoke and was able to move more without screaming silently in pain.  He found the object ‘neath his ass to be of some sort of metallic origin.  His body was wrapped mostly in bandages and he was sore from head to toe.  On a nightstand there was a basin of water and bandages, a washcloth, and other items most associated with the care of someone who had gone a round or two with a wildlife critter.
	Presently a woman came into the room.  She seemed somewhat familiar, but he wasn’t sure.  She spoke but he couldn’t hear her or what she said didn’t register—he was still in a daze.  She smiled, wore a long dress, was in her 40s, tall, trim, and he knew her but couldn’t place her.

	The woman sat beside him and began checking his bandages, smiling and talking all the while before doing the unthinkable—she moved her hands down to his groin and removed the object he had been sitting on.  
	A bedpan.
	Ah.
	She left with the bedpan and Bo felt embarrassed.
	He closed his eyes and had no idea if she came back or what.

	At length he learned that he was at the home of the Talburrs, a close knit family consisting of a set of grandparents, regular parents, and seven children—four boys, three girls.  The oldest was Johnathan at eighteen years and Elizza Jane at a mere nine years.
	Daddy John Talburr and his Pa, Zebulion Talburr, Bo knew, as customers.  Bo supplied them with corn liquor, sour mash, hooch and often gave them a “freebie” now and then.  Giving free jugs of ‘shine helped with a customer base as well as build friendships in time(s) of need.  And Bo Anderson was “in need.”
	He had managed to kill the mountain brown bear, the Talburr clan toted him to their home and nursed him back to health.  The boys had found his car but it would take a good tow truck to get it out.  They had also found the hooch and knew what had happened and why.
	Momma Talbur wasn’t keen on the illicit whiskey, she frowned on all sorts of liquor and was a staunch Baptist.  She knew Bo Anderson was a moonrunner, she also knew about his parents and that despite being on his own was continuing to go to school.  
	Waking up at one point Bo found the youngest Talburr in the room.
	“Hi.” she said noting his status (awake.) 
	Bo nodded and managed a weak smile.  He wasn’t, though, that weak.
	Elizza came up to the side of the bed, she had long straight unstyled flaming red hair, lots of freckles, a lumpy chest, and a whole lot of charm.  She was naïve and sweet and wore a short Summer dress.
	“Anyone else home?” Bo asked casually.
	“No,” she replied, “Daddy’s on a delivery, Momma’s gone to the store.” The other members of the family were “out on business” of one sort or another.  Living in the mountain community it was not uncommon for young’uns to be on their own—mountain folk took care of their own and if any stranger were in their midst they were quick to be found out and watched.

	His mouth was dry and Elizza helped him get a drink.  He knew the Talburr family, but mostly just the elders, the parental units.  The grandma of the family didn’t overly care for Bo and his “business”, either.
	Elizza asked him a few questions, he heard them but didn’t pay them any attention, he was on another pursuit.  
	“Uhm, you know where my stuff is?” he asked interrupting her and not paying attention to her line of typical kiddie questions.
	Elizza opened a drawer to the nightstand revealing his personal effects; wallet, keys, hanky, packet of condoms, and his Ladybug (aka EMAD.)
	“What is that?” Elizza asked.
	Bo shrugged and suppressed a fart, then opened the “wings” of his Ladybug and activated said such.

	“Raise your dress up.”
	Slowly Elizza pulled up her dress revealing herself clad in green tinted panties.  
	“Mmmm, nice.  Now, push your panties down, to your knees.”
	That was equally nice as Bo noted a nice bald beaver that revealed just the hint of being fucked.  Bo had wood.  Boldly he stroked it, squeezed the tube and considered his next move.
	“Whose been in you?  Do you fuck your brothers?  Or do they fuck you?”
	Too many questions, she couldn’t answer.  
	“Ok, do you have sex with your brothers?”
	“Yes.” she replied.
	“All of them?”
	“Yes.”
	Damn!
	Broken down, oldest bro Johnathan nailed her “occasionally.”
	Sixteen year old brother Jason nailed her “occasionally.”
	Fourteen year old brother nailed her “occasionally.”
	Twelve year old brother James banged her often.
	Bo fingered her pussy, she did only get banged occasionally, mostly she got poked up the ass and in the mouth.  Bo stroked his organ and asked one more question,
	“And Daddy, does your Daddy do you, too?”
	Elizza cocked her head curiously and was confounded by the answer.
	Hmmmm
	“Uh, does your Daddy get you between your legs, fuck your pussy?”
	“No.”
	Hmmm
	“Ok, up the ass, does your Daddy give it to you up your ass?”
	“Yes.” When she had been bad; broken a window, cussed, fought with sibling, wouldn’t do a particular chore, backtalked her Momma (or Daddy).  Then she got hauled out to the woodshed where her pants were pulled down, or if in a dress it was hiked up.  Then, her panties pulled down and a belting did her ass get until she couldn’t stand it.  Then, she got fucked up the ass.
	Bo was pleased.
	He then had Elizza suck him…

*

	What’s a blowjob without a little nookie to go with it?  A day after getting his winkie sucked on by the youngest member of the house Bo awoke to find the middle sister come to check on him.  Mary Beth.  She was tall, thirteen years young, brownish red hair, and actually the smartest one of the siblings, besides the oldest sib who was college bound.
	Like youngest sib, the middle sib wore a dress, knee length, very Summery, light and airy (and thin.)  Bo faked being lucid and Erin stood not getting too close.
	“Do you get tagged by your brothers?” he asked surreptitiously using the EMAD from beneath the covers.
	“Yes.”
	“Up the ass from Daddy?”
	“Yes.”
	She gave her brothers blowjobs and spread her legs for them, too.  Not every day but at least once a week.  She was asked, too, “anyone else, outside the family?”
	“yes.”
	And it wasn’t her boyfriend.

	As Mary Beth slid her nakedness down onto his shaft, Bo thought of her screwing the mountain community’s sole preacher.  He wasn’t a senior preacher at least, quite young, actually, in his early thirties.  He had just come to the mountain area to begin his preaching after the senior preacher retired.
	Mary Beth and the new preacher had some sort of report between them, kismet, if you will.  Their relationship became a sexual one and Mary Beth got nailed by him once a week, sometimes twice!

	She was a good fuck, though, Bo enjoyed her sliding up and down his shaft.  It was one of her favorite positions—being on top.  She told Bo that the boys often tag teamed her and sometimes even double teamed her!  
	And like Elizza, she got doinked up the butt by their Daddy, but hadn’t in a long while ‘cause she had gotten older and hadn’t had cause to be taken out to the woodshed for discipline.
	Bo gave her a good doinking—or she gave him one.  It was a good one whichever.  Bo marveled at how well his mind altering device was working, he relished in it and had Mary Beth lay on him for a while—until he heard a car door slam…

	It was a given that the eldest Talburr girl gave it up to her brothers.  She came in to check on Bo one day, a day after Mary Beth had done so and unlike her sisters she wore pants.  She was seventeen and had a nice—very nice bod.  
	With her pants and panties at her knees, Bo got serious wood.  Sister Mary Beth had been a good and worthy fuck, but the likes of her eldest sister the fuck would be even better.  She was more “experienced.”  She took her brothers on and had been doing so since she was nigh but twelve years old!  
	She was also screwing her boyfriend, Mary Beth’s boyfriend, and a school teacher.  
	Bo enjoyed her, sucked on her titties, clamped his hands tight to her ass and drilled her cunt until he was well satisfied.  He could get to like it, a lot.  He loved on her for a while, spanked her and found he could administer a fair amount of punishment without the Subject knowing it or reacting.

	Next to visit was Momma Talburr, Olivia.
	She was a prim and proper woman, she had a sexual appetite and wasn’t a prude; she only had her appetite, though, for her hubby, John.  Bo was going to change that…
	
 	Day by day he got better, he was still sore as hell all over, but better overall.  He eventually got to get out of the bed and make use of the bathroom on his own.  Daddy John and his daddy, Zeb, were also right glad to see him up and around and no worse for wear for what had happened to him.  (mostly it was the hooch in his car they were worried about…)
	Bo knew it but it didn’t bother him.  
	He was sickened when he saw his Lil Girl.
	“Damn.” it looked better in the dark.
	Three jugs of ‘shine had been broken, but the rest had somehow survived.  It took some doing but Bo and the menfolk managed to “rescue” the hooch and send them on their way to their destinations, 2-weeks late.
	Getting Lil’ Red out of the predicament she was in was going to be the next trick.  
	“Gonna need a tow truck.” said Grandpa Zeb.
	And in the mountain area the only tow truck there was belonged to Yancy Tucker.

Yancy Tucker
	He was tall.  Lanky.  A little gaunt and skinny all over.  Tough leathery skin adorned his bones and he had a penchant for peppers!  (the yellow ones.)  He would eat them one after another, whole!  He was a fair mechanic, so long as the vehicle in question wasn’t older than a period after 1975.  
	Other than being the mountain area’s only tow truck driver and mechanic, Yancy also fancied himself something of a fisherman.  When his services for towing, fixing up someone’s car or truck, Yancy could most always be found in one of the numerous creeks fishing.
	That was where Bo found him.
	And he wasn’t alone…
	Naturally!

	A woman lay on the sandy ground by Bay Creek.  She was partially nude; shirt torn open, bra slashed open; pants slashed off along with her panties.  Her legs spread eagled and tied to a stump and a tree’s exposed root while her hands were about a sapling by the water’s edge.
	The woman was in her early thirties, not bad looking, and not from around the area.  Beside her was her young son, Adam and her equally young daughter, Amanda.  Adam was ten while Amanda was nine.  The kids weren’t tied up, they didn’t have to be—if either of them made trouble or ran off—their tied up mother would be harmed.
	Yancy Tucker was nude.  He had just finished stripping off his clothes when Bo slipped up onto the scene.  The tall gangly man stood stroking his cock, chewing on a hot pepper, and lusting heavily onto the hapless Mother, Janice Boldtree.

	The woman didn’t seem to be under the influence of an EMAD, Tucker didn’t seem to have one.  He had a boner, though.  He nestled himself and his boner between the distraught woman’s legs, sliding his manhood into her and began pumping instantly.
	Janice Boldtree wasn’t pleased and tried to fight him off—but she was too secured and stretched out to be a threat—not too mention that her children were close at hand and would be gravely harmed if she didn’t “cooperate.”
	The fuck was intense and the woman responded with a great deal of emotions—mostly trying NOT to get into the deed but struggling not to do so.  Yancy Tucker fucked and fucked well, leering and lusting at the woman beneath him, tantalizing Janice’s cunt until she went ballistic and began to buck back and scream “YES!”
	Yancy was enthralled and humped even more, driving his bone deep into her cunny, tantalizing the woman to the extreme.  The woman beneath him tried desperately not to get into the deed but her eyes fluttered, her nipples perked up and the advent of an orgasm was close at hand…
	Resistance was futile.  She gave in.  She resisted for as long as she could but there was no denying a good fuck no matter how deplorable it was.  Yancy came hard, Janice came harder.
	When the deed done dirty was done, Yancy pulled out then moved himself up the woman’s body, placing his wicked cock between her breasts.  Janice still reeled from the dirty deed done to her and was only partially aware of what was going on.
	She became more aware when her children were brought in close.
	Adam, ten, and Amanda, nine, came up to their Mother’s side; they were frightened, scared, confused, frightened, scared, confused…  their mother was equally so and didn’t want anything to happen to them.  She struggled against her bindings and began to get angry.
	“Get off me!” she commanded.
	Yancy was only just beginning…