August Moone Sagas
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 6
Collectors

Getting to know you…
	For a long while she sat still watching the butterfly.  There was just one and it fluttered all about, landing once on her hand.  A gentle breeze blew her hair listlessly about her face; the scent of rain hung in the air.  The butterfly flittered off to kiss a wavering gladiola; drops of rain began to fall and soon the butterfly was gone from sight.
	Slipping up beside her her lover brushed himself against her.
	“You ok?”
	Jill didn’t answer verbally but nodded her head and made a typical kid “uh-huh” without saying so audibly.  
	Her lover snuggled against her, searching the area.  “What’sya doing?” he asked.
	“Where do butterflies go when it rains?”
	typical kid.
	August hugged her and struggled to come up with a suitable answer.
	“Well, most go down to Toad Hall and get a room or grab an umbrella; most spiders will spin an umbrella for the right price.  Some butterflies--”
	Jill gave August a look.
	August cleared his throat, “Usually they just get under big leaves, undisturbed wood piles--”
	“But what about their wings, they’re so big!”
	“That’s true, but they can fold their wings down to their bodies and then their bodies are kinda small.”
	“Oh.”
	Jill kept looking for her butterfly; August hugged her and held off his “unnatural” desires.  

	The rain began to come down harder and chilled the air, too.  Jill was contented where she was but it was time to return to the inside of the cabin where it was warmer.  Jill’s blanket she had been wrapped in was damp, August took it off of her naked body and she scampered inside quickly making for the blazing fireplace. 
	All eyes were upon them as they came to settle at the fireplace.  Jill snuggled into her lover, August.  He in turn cuddled her and gently rocked side to side.  After a few minutes of this his hands slowly snaked down to rest a moment on her belly.  Moment later and his fingers were caressing her midriff—and beyond.
	Jill had goosebumps, she cuddled back into her lover more; captivated by the flickering flames in the fireplace.  She could well enough feel the presence of August’s manhood pressing against her backside.  
	Fingers came to her young cunny.  In the days that newcomer cocks had come to the cabin her young cunny had been breeched—several times.  The time was nearing…
	Jill made slight adjustment; rising herself up just so.  
	August gently and lightly probed her sex.  Jill opened her legs, pursed her lips, and waited.  She wouldn’t have to wait long.  Auggie’s cock was stiff and ready—very ready.  But was she?  Blake, Howie, Jason, and seven year old Brad had pegged her in the days and all had done a fair to decent job of humping her—breaking her in.  but had they done enough?  Blake and Howie were eleven years young, was their four inch schlongs good enough for the task at hand or would a teen cock be more appropo?
	In no way did August wish to harm Jill, they had a repore, some sort of “bond”.  Jill understood that she had been kidnapped, and for sexual purposes.  August was confounded and despite his mental abilities he could not rightly discover why Jill was so cool with her situation.  Mostly, though, it was for to put her teen sister into trouble (for forgetting to pick her up after soccer practice and she (Jill) had to sit it out at the cold bus stop in the rain.)
	Revenge.
	August could live with that.
	Jill turned about, her legs about his waist, her cunny nesting against his hard prick.  It was already gooey with his pre-cum.  His hands clamped to her delicious young nine year old butt and penetration was eminent.
	But August’s bone was still a little discomforting for a full fit.  Jill clenched and dug her nails into his backside, her cunny clenching tightly about the head of his cock, too.
	She needed more breaking-in.

*
More is merrier!
	She had trembled, shuddered even, at the moment of ecstasy, but still was bothered somewhat by intercourse with her brother.  She loved Jason, sure, but sex with him?  He was a dork, a geek, a bratty-ratty Republican dorkwad.  And no matter how hard she tried to put it out of her mind that he was her brother—the simple was that he was.
	Jason himself couldn’t help the situation, he was ten, there wasn’t much he could do to fend off the mental wishes of the adult guy called named after the Eighth month and a jealous Roman ruler.	 Jason liked sex, banging his sister was good, embarrassing but he was able to close his eyes and pretend it was some other chick.
	Brad was seven, he was too young and immature to really formulate a strong dislike about the whole ordeal.  He got to screw his brainiac sister, Brenda and the feeling he got from his cock was terrific.
	Blake and Howie did enjoy pumping the girls, the boys liked Patty and Tanya, and after they had had the task of fucking the two, switching out and doing the other—they had been brought in(side) the cabin to be introduced to the other girls—that they also would be pumping.
	Patty wasn’t too keen on getting fucked by all the swinging schlongs in the cabin; she was okay with Blake and Howie, but the other boys she wasn’t so cool with.  But she tolerated it as she had no choice—the one in charge had a way about him.
	Tanya was about the same as Patty—having the same feelings.  She was a little distressed about having to have sex with the seven year old and ten year old Jason.  Her pussy had not been quite “broken-in” when the man in charge of her mounted her—her pussy hurt for hours afterwards.
	‘You will do everything that I tell ya or I’ll do you again, AND up the ass, too!’ she had been told by August.  Young Tanya couldn’t imagine what exactly it would be like to be fucked in the ass by the man’s massive cock.
	Brenda knew, though.  After some spanking and anal probing by the man’s finger, her brother’s tongue, Blake and Jason’s cock, the man greased up his own cock with butter and porked her.  Like Tanya, there was soreness experienced lasting for hours.  She was also told via a mind-link, ‘do as your told at all times, no escape, no fighting, no inciting a riot, or you will suffer.’
	There was naught to do but comply.
	August and Jill returned to cuddling/snuggling.  The rains fell about the cabin, the fire flickered, and somewhere a butterfly snuggled under a pile of wood.  In the cabin someone farted…

	There was a fascination with ass.  Titties were good, “camel-toes” were awesome, but the ass (of a girl) was totally bombastic.  The shape enticed the eyes and sent shivers to the loins.  Young butts drove him nuts, girls even as young as five had some remarkable bums; ‘specially those girls who wore tight jeans when they shouldn’t for their age.
	Girls in their tweens, pre-teens, and teens were also good—some were damn good.  Young adult girls, too, had some exceptionally delicious bums that just required a long steady looksee.  Others required more than a simple “look.”
	Clarissa and Brenda had nice bums.  Patricia and Tanya also had something to offer the eye.  Jill, too, was very appealing to August.  There were other parts of the body that were just as intriguing; the face, chest, crotch—all combined in an elaborate array to tantalize and please in a host of sensual and lustful means.
	After Jill had fallen asleep, August—who was pent up and in need of pleasure, put his cabinites thru their paces.  Looking them all over he settled on Brenda first.  
	The light in the cabin was from the fireplace only, no electricity there was to the cabin, no plumbing, either.  It was rustic and remote and that suited Auggie just fine.  There were lanterns and an outhouse out back.  One room, log walls, ceiling/roof, and even the floor.  An old timey ancient wood fired stove there was, a few cabinets, a handmade rustic sofa with bear skins for cushions.  A great bear skin was on the floor before the fireplace, too.  It was a cozy place and just right…
	Brenda got on her hands and knees, after standing to present herself to the nude man’s gaze.  He had doinked her, in the mouth, between her legs, and up her butt.  She had lain across his lap and had been mercilessly spanked—until the others around her complied with the man’s disgusting desires of cocksucking one another.
	Afterwards, no one wished to not comply with whatever the man wanted lest someone else suffer as a result.  The man was pleased and all was well.
	‘Open your legs—wider.’ Brenda was told.  She complied, her emotions were “checked”, she had been in the cabin three days; she had no idea where the cabin was or how far away from the general store she and her brother had been taken.  She didn’t think the nude man was going to KILL her, or the others, just have outlandish sex with them until his cock fell off or something.

	The nude man rubbed her ass, lightly spanked it, diddled a finger to her asshole then turned his attention to Blake.  The girl’s brother, Brad, was close, by, too—with a stiffy.  He loved his sister, he knew he was a brat to her and on more than one occasion got her into trouble; he was kind of iffy on the sex stuff; it felt good and there was more to it than that—he was naïve to all things sexual—he just knew that it felt good.
	Howie and Jason had boners, too; their cocks seldom died down and they liked it that way.  Both had “feelings” that they dealt with in concerns about those they cared for, Blake, too.  Having some sort of sexual romp with someone you loved or liked was something supposed to be done privately, or at least semi privately.  Having to have such romps in the company of others was a bit much—especially when forced to.
	‘give her a lick.’ Blake was Minded, and the boy knew “where” he was to lick the nine year old.  He gulped and paused a moment, then “sucked it in” and performed the task.
	Brenda couldn’t help herself and clenched as the boy’s tongue flicked against her asshole and then began probing inwards.
	‘work his cock.’ Patty was Minded.
	Patty didn’t mind doing what she was told, not really—but like the others—she didn’t really want to be so public about it.  Thankfully, though, everyone understood that they didn’t have a choice and severe retribution would befall them if they didn’t comply with the mad man’s wishes.
	So Patty reached under Blake’s fine nude eleven year old body and began working his crank (which was already at full strength.)
	‘fuck his hole.’
	Although poking his cock into a girl’s hole was ok, buggering a guy’s hole was gross.  Howie balked, but only for a few seconds.  He had been up his friend’s ass already (since being kidnapped); and Blake had been into his.  The nude madman had buggered them both, too.
	Blake grunted as Howie’s cock made anal entry.  His tongue was tired but he had not been given the command to cease and desist.  He kept licking, flicking, driving.  Brenda clenched her fingers into the fur rug and wanted either to be poked (by a cock) or nothing at all—the tonguing annoyed her and brought her to the brink of sexual awe but not enough to make her orgasmic.
	Howie sunk his cock all the way into his friend’s rectum.  As he began to pump girlfriend Tanya reached her hand up between his legs to grip his slapping-sweaty balls.  She also began kissing his sweaty cheeks and when his cock flopped out of Blake’s hole—she popped the member into her mouth and sucked it.
	By then August was too pent up to hold off any longer; he directed Clarissa to come and lay out on the bear skin, legs open.  She had already been doinked by the man, along with all the other boys present.  The fuck she got from Blake and Howie was pretty good, she tried not to derive too much pleasure from being doinked by her brother or the other boy.
	Sex with her kidnapper was tough—his cock was way bigger than the boys’, but he was kind of gentle with her and only after a few pumps in her and she was achieving the ultimate goal that was bliss.  There was no denying it no matter how hard she tried.
	With his hand cupping her ass his manhood managed magnificently—to make entry into her sex.  Clarissa’s nipples perked up, her back arched and an incredible array of tingling sensations sensationally sensed her from her toes to her hair.  With every inch the man put into her brought her closer to orgasm.
	When August was ALL the way in he had the girl’s brother come over, Jason.  The boy was directed to sit on his sister’s face, his balls right into her mouth.  Then August himself “went down” on the boy and sucked him!
	Everyone was in awe, ‘cept Jill—she was asleep.  
	Blake was directed to come over and join in, his task was to “stuff” himself up Jason’s corn chute.  Jason derived some pleasure from being sucked on—despite the fact that it was disgusting and immoral.  He had come to deal with the situation—as they all had, to just simply deal with their horrid circumstance and let it be.  There was no use in fighting back or making trouble—the end result was PAIN and severe discomfort.  None of them wanted that.
	Brenda and Patty were directed to lay out and form a 69; Brenda on bottom.  Tanya got on her hands and knees, legs open.  August fingered her asshole, patted her butt and seriously began to pump into teenage girl he was fucking.  Howie came to stuff himself into Tanya’s ass; August caressed the boy’s bum as he pumped.
	And so it was that way in the Cabin in the Woods, it would be a couple more days of having Brad, Jason, Blake, and Howie fucking little Jill before her pussy was well enough capable of taking her adult lover’s cock.  All were in amazement as the tender moment came.  Both Lover and Girl fluttered their eyes, curled their toes, and went thru various stages of amazing orgasmic bliss.

	Jill sat on August’s lap, his hands clamped tight to her darling little butt, his massive manhood slowly sliding up into her sex.  Everyone was present, right around the pair as the event took place.  All the boys had boners.  The girls were not as sexually awed by what was taking place, they were somewhat disgusted—mostly due that it was a MAN who was having sex with such a little girl.
	Clarissa was—iffy.  She knew she had been raped and sodomized by the man known as August.  She had been mercilessly spanked and then doinked hard by the man; she had sucked his cock and she had nearly drowned with his cum off.  But it wasn’t all that bad.  Her orgasms were something that was like some sort of addictive drug; she was hooked.
	Forced to have sex with her dippy brother was a toughie.  Sure she loved him, sure—but to have SEX with him?  That was a bit much.  She was older than he and so naturally she had seen him naked; she had heard him fart and knew that he was a masturbator.  They were brother and sister and it was a natural thing to either be sexually horny for the other, mutually horny, or repulsed and be the opposite and thusly normal for sibling relationships.
	Sexual romps with the other boys was also a toughie.  There wasn’t as much pleasure to derive from from being fucked by the other boys, Clarissa tolerated it as she had no choice.  
	It was the same with the others—the boys didn’t mind so much boffing the girls, but boffing one another AND being boffed was a toughie.  Like Clarissa, they tolerated it as they had no choice.
	With success of Jill being fucked by August, those who had helped in the cause had fulfilled their duty.  One evening the group of cabinites were collected; blindfolded, bond hand and foot, and placed into truck camper.  Each member had been fucked “one more time!”  there was some spanking involved along with a variety of other sexually pleasing deeds—mostly pleasing to August, but…
	Then it was a long bumpy drive off-road.  A hardpacked dirt road followed that seemed to last for hours—‘cause it did.  Then the truck came onto a paved road where the speed increased and the time lasted only a short while before reducing.  Clarissa could make out “sounds”; car honks, a train rumbling and the ding-ding-ding of the railroad signal.  The truck proceeded with a few sharp turns, some rough roads, some very reduced speeds and finally it stopped.
	The back door opened, “All out.”
	It was over.  The kids’ sexual torment had come to an end and they were being let out in the middle of a big city—the slummy area of the city but still—they were free.

*
The Collector
	The daily blab gave no indication that the powers of the world had a handle on the influx of mythical beasts, the green tornadoes, or parallel universes—nor was their a handle on the influx of EMADS.  New Devices were being constructed everyday—some were to thwart the electronic mind altering devices and some were to enhance those already prolific in everyday society.
	Some devices were to detect OTHER devices.
	Such as was the case for August Moone. 
	Sitting with Jill in a dingy downtown all-nite diner August’s “detected” the presence of an EMAD.  Most establishments of most businesses, private and public had EMAD detectors at their points of entry/exits.  Security guards were well equipped with such devices, too.  
	It was early morning, nite had passed had the breaking news was of a group of youngsters being found naked behind a downtown bus station.  The story of their fate had yet to be told, they had been transported to a local hospital and further details were to follow.
	“What about you,” August asked his faithful companion, “you wanna go home?”
	Jill shrugged and noshed on her breakfast fare.
	“Think yer sister has suffered enough?”
	“It’ll probably be ME who gets in trouble!” Jill replied.
	August nodded his head, “Well then, I guess yer stuck with me!”
	Jill smiled, August smiled, Jill farted.
	As they continued their breakfast August took note of a young man, in his late to early thirties—eyeing a delicious dish not on the diner’s menu.  August eyed her himself and imagined her naked, legs open, drenched in cum.  As he continued to watch the girl had an “itch”, ass crack, and was fidgety.  The girl’s constant tugging her panties out of her crack incited the two observers into a furor.  The man August observed observing could take no more; he paid his bill and fled the diner.
	August watched him as he got into a van, a custom van.  Naturally!

*

	The traffic lights either took too long to change or they changed so fast that they only allowed a small number of vehicles to pass before changing again.  The roads were slippery with the season’s first hard rains maked braking an exciting adventure.  

	No mess ups, not now.  If he were by himself, sure—he’d risk it, but with “cargo” it was ill advisable to tempt fate.  The grime of the city still clung to the sidewalks, though, there was little that could wash that away. 
	Sirens and flashing lights, rumbling garbage trucks all thwarted Wyndel Epsi’s urgence to scurry home.  Caution was at the utmost and everything in the grimy City put him on edge.  Again, if he were by himself he would be blowing his horn, brushing bumpers, and being a typical city dweller—but he wasn’t alone and that made a difference.  He couldn’t afford bringing undue attention to himself.
	Slowly he made his way along thru the grimy city, minding the speed limits, stop lights and signs and non-paying attention pedestrians.  The city soon dropped behind him and he merged into the “outskirts” where a backroad was more appropriate than the mains.
	The anticipation level began to sore as he pulled down the alley to his home, then into the garage of his home.  He sat still for a moment in the seat as the garage door behind him automatically closed.  
	Not a word was said as he maneuvered his “cargo” out of the back area of the van.  Paranoia put him to double checking his security alarm—he had two; one was visible at the door to his home while the other was more “secretive”.
	Both gave indications that “all was well.”
	Into his home he moved slowly, thru the kitchen and then right down the hall.  His home was “quaint” and secure; drapes and curtains were drawn and/or where heavy enough to disallow casual glances to the inside.  The home, too, was set back far from the street/sidewalk.  Bushes and trees all helped in maintaining his security level.
	Wyndel’s “cargo” was deposited on his bed.

The Cargo
	Her mind was frapped.  There was no “beginning”, there was only severe confusion.  She was groggy and had an unpleasant warm feeling in her tummy.  Then there was the unpleasantness radiating outward throughout her young body.
	‘I’m going to be sick.’ she thought.  She didn’t much care for the way she felt, but THAT was the beginning…
	Anna Sue’s senses slowly began to unravel; a horrible taste was in her mouth, a bad-bad taste was in her mouth; her arms and legs hurt—‘specially her wrists and ankles.  There was a terrible grody smell she couldn’t place but it was awful.  

	It was the confusion in her mind that was the worst, but she was just barely ten and blond, her confusion was a part of life when thrown into the middle of some unknown.
	Then the blindfold came off and her confusion exceeded all levels.
	A man she didn’t know was standing there, a stranger.  
	He cooed to her but she couldn’t exactly hear, her ears seemed muffled, she was still dazed and confused.  The man stood at the edge of a bed, a big bed like her parents had.  She was in a bedroom—it wasn’t her parents’ bedroom, though; there didn’t seem to be any windows.
	Slowly it came to her—she had been kidnapped!

*

	Confusion was replaced by fright.  Fear and Fright.  The man went to his knees at the foot of the bed; his hands came to her and began moving up her legs.  Anna Sue began to freak, but was cooed by the stranger.  Strangely, it sort of helped.  In her mind she saw a black cloud, like the time she had seen the storm clouds on the horizon at the ocean.  Somehow it was calming…
	The stranger’s hands went up her legs, she could do nothing but watch her and wished she had worn pants.  Instead, she was in a dress.  She had been on her way to a concert of some kind.  Her confusion returned and she couldn’t latch onto what concert; there were a bunch of other details that weren’t too clear, either.
	Her dress was a flowery type with short sleeved undershirt.  The stranger’s hands went up caressing her thighs, first outside and then inside.  Anna Sue tried to fight him off but couldn’t, she wasn’t bound in any manner but couldn’t fight back and that only added to her confusion.
	Then her panties were being tugged down.
	“NOOOOO!” Anna Sue wailed.
	‘Just relax,’ cooed the stranger, ‘it’ll get better.’
	Anna Sue didn’t think so, she pursed her lips, her neck muscles tightened and her panties were pulled down her legs!  Somehow she managed to slightly fend off the man, sending her foot into his chest.  But it felt like a great weight was holding her down or that she was lashed down.  The man grabbed her ankles, locked them together and hoisted them upwards.  Then a reign of spanks came to her bare butt.
	‘Settle down or it’ll get worse for you.’
	Anna Sue heard the words bore into her mind.  She clenched uncontrollably and trembled, too.  The nightmare had just begun…

**

	She was a pretty girl, no doubt there; she had a beautiful smile, dazzling eyes, and good upbringing.  She spoke well and beheld that wondrous child-like quality that thrilled Wyndel—of course, she WAS just ten years old.
	Her charm, her poise, her smile.  
	Her long blond curled hair, a light scent of some light perfume.
	Her friendliness, outward expressions, and angelic-qualities; all put the girl at the top of Desire of Acquisition.  And “acquiring” was a simple feat, a sleight of handiwork, a bit of manipulation here and there, and extreme balls to carry it off.
	There were risks in the deed, but with the use of intense caution (and the newest in enhanced Electronic Mind Altering Device device) the acquisition Anna Sue Merttle was a done deal.  She wore a flowery dress with plain white panties.  No stains.  Her dress was a little messed up and smelled of old grease—but that was from the girl being tussed up in the back of his van that he had only recently hauled an old engine and some tires in.
	She was a cutey, no doubt there.  By her mannerisms, her dress, she came from a good wholesome family.  Wyndel pulled off her panties from her ankles, sniffed the crotch then pushed the girl’s legs open.
	Anna Sue could only tremble on the bed as her dress was moved up; the stranger came down on her, his face down to her coochie, her most holy of holies.  ‘oh my God!’ she wailed to herself.
	Wyndel saw the girl’s discomfort; she clenched the bedding, fluttered her eyes and gulped for air.  There was just a bare covering of young blond hairs covering her very virgin pussy.  Wyndel gently pressed his thumb to the young cunny.  The girl squealed “NOOOOOOO!” again, Wyndel let it be and didn’t re-spank her as her fright was expected.  His home was well insulated, doubly insulated with his bedroom sound insulated.
	Anna Sue couldn’t help but squirm as strange hands (and fingers) roamed about her very personal area.  She suddenly stopped squirming as her most holy area was suddenly violated with a tonguing.
	Just the slightest hint of pee.  Wyndel licked and licked, lapped and licked, licked and slowly began driving his tongue inwards.  Anna Sue wriggled and tighten up her young body.  Wyndel engulfed her poon; his thumb pressing against her cunny with a finger probing her equally virginal anus.
	Anna Sue twisted, held her breath and blinked her pretty eyes excessively.  The clouds in her mind increased and the nightmare continued.

	“Stand up.” 
	Anna Sue shook, trembled, and felt very ill at her stomach.  A strange kind of “hot” feeling had swept over her—a bedroom fan had been switched on and she felt a little better—a little.
	Nervously Anna Sue eased off of the bed, her eyes fell upon her panties cast off onto the floor.
	“Take your dress off, too.”
	The words burned into the girl’s mind, ‘oh my God!’  the confusion level increased ten-fold; kidnapped by a stranger, tussed up, her panties pulled off by a stranger, her most holy of holy violated by the stranger’s mouth and tongue and then a new horrible command issued to her—‘take off the dress.’
	“Take the dress off or you’ll get another spanking!”
	The words filled her—in no way did she want another spanking, her butt automatically clenched up tight, so did her fists.  Anna Sue couldn’t quite figure how or why she wasn’t able to run, her legs felt like they were weighted down like the weights her brother used.
	Her brother.
	Shaun.
	Her brother had a work-out room that was actually in the garage and he worked out using weights that wrapped about his wrists and ankles.  She stood dumbly and numbly as she focused on the scene in her mind.  Suddenly her mind was jarred and her body in pain as a swift SWAT! smacked her ass.  Anna Sue had been thrown back onto the bed, rolled onto her stomach, pinned, and her dress wrenched up to fully expose her ass—a new reign of spanks landed onto the girl’s bum, followed by the stranger laying on the girl, his hand caressing hard her burning butt.
	“Now you listen to me, Sweetie,” he breathed into her ear, “when I tell you something—you DO IT and do it immediately.  Understand?”
	Anna Sue couldn’t verbally respond, she shook and trembled wept and felt very ill.  Again her tenderized ass was squeezed hard, 
	“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
	Anna Sue nodded, her neck muscles as tight as possible.
	Wyndel fingered her tight sphincter, probing inward with deliberate force.  
	Anna Sue wailed, “Please, please don’t.”
	“Do as I tell ya, and I wont.” then, “ok?”
	Anna Sue nodded, “Yes.”
	Wyndel smiled and stood back up…

	With her dress on the floor she was practically naked.  All that remained was her girl-undershirt.  She had been told to keep her hands to her sides.  The youngster stood trembling and staring to the wall; it was a blue wall and there were only a few framed pictures about—scenic pictures.  There weren’t much in the way of furniture; a pair of nightstands, a big dresser, a bedroom chair, an amplifier with an electric guitar next to it and a potted plant.
	“Take off the undershirt.”
	Anna Sue sighed, it was the finality; removing the undershirt would put her completely naked.  She curled her toes and didn’t recall removing her socks.  She guessed that the stranger had.  Slowly she pulled the undershirt off and stood stark naked.
	“Turn around.” she was told.
	Anna Sue gulped and felt ill again, but she turned about facing the bed.  She saw where a window could be, or should be; concealed by a thick heavy curtain.  In her mind came all the talks her mother and teachers had given her; along with the horrid news reports and stuff that had happened to other girls (and boys) at her school.
	“Bend over.” came the next command.
	Anna Sue complied.  She wondered casually what it would be like—to be raped.  The concept of “sex” was elusive and she didn’t have a firm grasp of it.  She knew that it was bad, her mother and teachers did paint a picture of pleasantness about a girl/woman being sexually assaulted.
	“Spread your cheeks.”
	Anna Sue froze some, ‘spread my cheeks?’ her young mind was befuddled beyond belief; at ten she had barely begun to know about her body—her body parts of the most holy kind specifically.  She barely paid any attention to her private areas—barely giving them any notice when bathing or using the bathroom.
	With the advent of the sexual horror plaguing the lands the “awareness” had come sooner than expected.  Anna Sue was more embarrassed by what her mother and teachers explained to her and chose not to dwell on the subject and let it be.
	Suddenly the strange man was “up against” her.  Anna Sue was pressed against the bed and told to “relax.”  That wasn’t an easy thing to do; she was petrified beyond anything she could imagine.  Then, she became acutely aware that the man’s hands were on her hips, going up and down her sides while “another” hand was between her legs!
	“Oh my God!” she blurted out.
	The nightmare increased and continued…

***

	“So you’ve never put your fingers to where you pee, to make yourself feel good?”
	It was absurd and disgusting to be talking about her most holy of holies, it was no longer so much as fright but embarrassment.  She had never been naked with anyone before, only her mother.
	Anna Sue shook her head indicating “No.”
	“Never fingered your butt hole?”
	The girl’s eyes bulged, that question was even more disgusting and embarrassing than the first!
	“And no one else has, huh?”
	“No.”
	“You got a brother?”
	“Yes, Shaun.”
	“How old?”
	“He’s sixteen.”
	“Ever see him naked?”
	“NO!”
	“Sure?”
	Anna Sue paused, her tongue lolling on her lips in thought.  ‘well, a couple of times, when he went from the bathroom to his room after a shower.’
	Anna Sue knew when her brother was showering, usually after a strenuous workout in the garage.  When the conditions were right, Anna Sue spied surreptitiously on her brother as he streaked across the hall.  Just mere glances but she DID get a good shot at his boy-hood.
	Did she know that he masturbated, pleased himself?
	She didn’t.  She didn’t even know that boys did such things.
	Wyndel Epsi showed her what “masturbation” and pleasing oneself was all about.  Anna Sue got quite an education—but it was only the beginning.  She herself was “pleased” firstly; her kidnapper returned to licking her pussy, sucking on it, and tantalizing it.  There was hardly the course not to get into the deed.  A finger went drilling into her asshole, too.
	She knew some words and what the referred to; Pussy, Cunt, Holy, and Hoochie.  And for boys it was Dong, pud, dick, and cock.  She didn’t know exactly what the word “FUCK” meant or that it had a reference.  She just thought it was a bad word.

	The man was nude.  His MAN-HOOD was stiff.  Anna Sue had seen wee little boys nude and had virtually no idea what a grown man looked like nude; the brief glimpses she got of her brother left a little to be desired.  As she lay against the bed with the nude man behind her, she was felt up, his manhood pressing against her ass, then between her legs; meanwhile, his hands went up and down her sides, cupping her budding breasts before a hand snaked down to begin an earnest fingering of her “holy.”
	Wyndel poked the girl’s rear entrance but not enough to make penetration.  That would come later; firstly, though, he was just interested in her body—as a whole.  He learned while exploring her young body that she was in a church choir and had been with her family on their way to a church function in a neighboring city where she was to perform a solo.
	Up onto the bed she was positioned, on her back, legs open.
	The nude man stood and masturbated before her, then coaxed Anna Sue to do likewise.  Anna Sue, though, was at the level of fright that prevented her from fully engaging in such a task.  She was not so frightened as she didn’t act out in her fright—wail, scream, curl up in a typical fetal position or some such; but frightened enough that comprehending verbal commands nixed her abilities to carry them out.
	No matter, Wyndel put her hand to her cunny and began working her fingers against her smooth not too hairy cunny.  “Finger it!” she was told.  Wyndel stood right at her bent knees jerking off—furiously.  Young Anna Sue busied her fingers to her cunny, she had never done so before and had been told by her mother and teachers that doing so was a No-No and only Bad Girls fingered themselves where they peed.
	The scene was intense, Wyndel Epsi almost forty years young standing between the open knees of a nude ten year old girl jerking his organ in a furious manner; a nude ten year old girl lightly fingering her pussy while a nude stranger stood masturbating between her legs.
	Anna Sue was a lovely girl, especially naked.  Her breasts were small AAA mounds, light blond pussy hair covered her cunt; she was practically virginal in all respects—mind and body.  She had only recently begun snatching glimpses of her nude older brother as he streaked from the bathroom to his bedroom.  The sight DID send tingles to the girl, she kept them to herself and had yet found any tingling betwixt her legs as a result.  She was just “curious.”
	Suddenly the man was peeing on her, but it was a different kind of “pee”; what streamed out of his penis was white and gooey-like.  And there was a lot of it, too!

	Wyndel spewed his spunk all over the nude Anna Sue; the spunk matter splattered onto her cunny mostly which was where he was aiming; but the spunk spew also drenched her belly and chest.  When he was spent he lay on the girl, his pud against her cunny (still squirting spew.)  Anna Sue gripped the bedding as the naughty man began suckling on her breasts, nipping her nipples, and fingering her holy.
	All Anna Sue could do was tolerate it, there was more to come she feared—and knew.  The nightmare was long from over…

	The next thing Anna Sue knew, her kidnapper moved off of her; followed by asking her herself to stand up.  She was still nervous, but that was a given given the undue circumstances.  He stood inches from her, his manhood the object of their attention; the man with his fingers wrapped about it going up and down and it was “stiff” like her mother had told her would happen.
	Anna Sue was kind of captivated by the thing, the whole thing; the situation.  She knew that she was going to be raped, but the exactness of what that actually entailed remained kind of elusive.
	“Give me your hand.” she was told.
	With a shaking extended hand she did so.  The man took it and placed HER fingers about the stiff erection.  It was warm.  It was a unique sensation and soon she was “working” her hand up and down its length.
	“Kiss it.”
	Anna Sue gulped.  She had limits.  She couldn’t breath and barely think.  The concept of “kiss” befouled her and didn’t make sense.
	Seeing her confusion, the man helped her out, “Press your lips—right here.” and he indicated “where” was here.
	It sickened Anna Sue immediately.
	“No friggin’ way!” she announced.
	The man smiled and in a quick fluid motion swatted her bare ass.
	Anna Sue leaned forward and “kissed” the cock.

Insert flashback here
	Super Kids in Determined Secret (SKIDS) Making Model Airplanes Racers and Karts (MARks)  SKID-MARKS
	Their numbers were small but that was okay, they liked small numbers.  There was Kenny, Brad, Ricky, Wyndel, and Michelle.  Michelle was the only girl to the club, the boys had voted her in as she was actually the coolest girl they knew.  

	She was friendly, nice, and helped them hide from some bullies.  She didn’t have “cooties”, had a nice house, and she was kind of pretty, too.  Michelle’s father got them tee-shirts and caps with their club logo emblazoned on:  SKID MARKS; which stood for what they were and did:
	Super Kids In Determined Secret (making) Model Airplanes Racers and Karts
	They WERE super kids, and they were determined to remain secret entering various neighborhood contests of who could build the best model airplane racers and go-karts.
	Anyways, despite the fact that the secret club was “secret” and Michelle’s Daddy got them hats and shirts and such, it was still a “secret” club and no one—NO ONE was supposed to know about it; that way, when the kids showed up at a contest of some such they had more than a better average to win as a “group” rather than individual.  The trophies the kids won was shared, along with any prize money which was usually very small; but there were movie tickets, passes to the zoo, and the like like that there.
	Well, one fine day Michelle’s Daddy let slip the fact that he knew about the super secret and it spoiled the end for Michelle.  It had always been Michelle presenting the Caps and Shirts (and key chains) to the club members without telling them that her Daddy was the provider.  Being mere 2nd graders they were easily dumbfounded into believing Michelle was making the gifts.
	(it had actually been one of the kids in the club who thought Michelle had made the cap logos and Michelle didn’t see the need to correct him; ‘sides, that WOULD have meant that she DID tell her Daddy about the club and thus the secret club wasn’t so secret after all.  See?)
	So, once the “secret” was out, Michelle was, too.
	Michelle was devastated.
	Michelle’s Daddy was, also; he felt responsible and badly for letting his knowledge of the SKIDS MARK stain his daughter’s relationship with the other club members.  There were no easy solutions, save for one…

	 Kenny, Brad, Ricky, and Wyndel were requested to come to Michelle’s (bed)room the following day to discuss her expulsion and subsequent return.  It was going to take more than Money, more than Free Passes to the Television Station where Michelle’s Daddy worked; not even a private session with Dingo Dofus the Displaced Dino(saur) would sway the boys.  Not even the most popular video game or toy.
	The boys were tough.  A Secret was a secret was a secret.
	Soooo, the ultimate “sway” was in order.

	The boys came into Michelle’s room, the proposals offered by Michelle’s Daddy had all been shot down—but the video game and private session with Dofus was a toughie.  But, the final proposal came with Michelle turned about and leaning up against the foot of her bed.
	Unlike most girls the boys knew, Michelle’s color preference wasn’t the icky PINK but blue.  She was into “bunnies”, too—bunny wallpaper, pictures, prints, and stuffed plush toy animals.  (also bunnies on her bed, the bedding and more stuffed plush toy animals.)
	Michelle’s Daddy patted the girl’s butt; Michelle laid down on her bed and the boys were a bit curious.  
	“How about a spanking?” Michelle’s Daddy said; it was more of an “asking” question than a statement.  The boys at first looked to one another not knowing exactly what was meant.
	“Us?” questioned a worried Rick.
	Michelle’s Daddy looked to the kids in wonderment, “Huh?  Oh, OH!  NO, no, no, no.” then, “Not you, her, to her, you can spank her.”
	That was better—but still, it was kinda lame.  The boys had been spanked by their parents, some more than others.  A simple spanking to Michelle in no way was better than her Daddy’s other offerings.
	Then,
	Then, Michelle’s Daddy tugged down Michelle’s pants.
	Michelle didn’t fuss but clutched one of her plush animals.  She wore powder blue pants that weren’t tight fitting to her body.  At seven she didn’t have much of a body.  Kenny was the oldest, he was eight, but only by a few months.  He was still in the First Grade (although he was supposed to be in the Second!)
	White panties Michelle wore, with cartoon characters on them.  The boys’ eyes focused solely on the girl’s bum, mouths hung agape, slight stirrings of their puddlings between their legs.
	Michelle’s Daddy landed the first swat.  Michelle jerked her body as she was hit, the boys all flinched, too.  
	“Five swats.” Michelle’s Daddy said.
	The boys gave the man blank stares.
	“Each, each of you get to give her five swats.” then, “And as hard as you can.” Michelle turned her head to give her Daddy a stern bad look.  He returned a look conveying, ‘you want back into the Club or not?’ to wit Michelle pursed her lips, turned her back the other way and waited.
	Seeing the boys’ hesitation, though, Michelle’s Daddy slipped his daddy hand inside Michelle’s panties and pushed them down.  The boys now had an even stronger interest…

	Michelle’s Daddy smoothed his hand over his daughter’s bared butt, all the boys stood with awed stares and continued pud stirrings betwixt their legs.  None had seen a girl’s bare behind.  Michelle’s Daddy (Danny Lanner) swatted the bare bum that once more jolted both daughter and boys.  A nod was given to Rick, the boy seemed riveted to the floor and couldn’t move.
	Kenny shrugged and felt a huge wave of embarrassment sweeping over him—but he was still awed and didn’t want to leave or anything.  Brad felt that he had rubbery legs and feared falling if he should make the move to step up closer.
	So it was up to Wyndel, he himself was almost eight.  Between his legs was a massive tingling sensation—the same sensation he got when he Dad beat HIS bare ass.  Licking his lips and curious about giving a spanking  would be like instead of receiving he inched up closer to Michelle.  Looking into Mr. Lanner’s eyes he got a very uncomfortable feeling, but it passed and the feeling was replaced with Mr. Lanner smiling at him being more congenial than ever.
	The man nodded to the direction of Michelle’s bare bottom.  “Go ahead.” then, “she deserves it.”
	Wyndel looked to his pals; Ricky and Kenny were in absolute awe, Brad had a deadpan face but was gouging the heel of his hand to his crotch.  Wyndel sucked in his breath and smacked Michelle’s ass.
	It was a limp wristed effort, one of which didn’t impress Mr. Lanner or Michelle.
	“You can do better than that!” cried out Michelle.
	The other boys snickered.
	Wyndel let fly another smack.
	It was another limp wristed fling and Rick Beemerman stomped forward, “Here, let ME show you!” and he hauled off and let fly a STRONG smack that not only jolted Michelle and the boys, but Michelle’s Daddy, too.
	Rick Beemerman came from a very good family, his family OWNED stuff; businesses, boats, and a plane.  Rick always wore good clothes and took great precautions in not getting any grass stains or any other stains on them lest he get in trouble.
	Wyndel knew the boy didn’t always succeed and get belted by his Dad; Wyndel and Rick had been playing one time and Rick slipped sliding down a hill at the neighborhood park.  Grass stains aplenty were on his beige trousers.  He was in fear.  But after awhile decided to accept his fate and trotted home.  Wyndel had been curious and followed him on the sly.
	Rick’s house was a BIG freaking mansion in a closed community area called “estates”.  Wyndel being small framed easily made it thru the gates and continued his pursuit.
	Rick’s father had been in the great side yard playing some golf.  He saw his son and called him over.  Rick had no choice and when it was discovered his trousers were stained with grass the boy was wrenched into the house.  Wyndel continued his pursuit, sneaking into the house, passed the Maids and Butler and making it all the way to Rick’s bedroom where the boy stood up against his bed, pants and underwear down.  Rick’s Daddy had a belt and had already landed several swats to Rick’s bum.
	When Wyndel himself got to his own home he too was swatted—for being late getting home.  As the reign of beltings came to his bare bum he guessed it was the same thing for ALL parents to beat the skin off of their children.

	Rick was about to land a 6th swat but was halted by Michelle’s Daddy.
	Michelle rubbed her bare ass; she was crying, sniveling, whimpering, but not too loudly.  Her ass was caressed by her Daddy, too, her pants and panties pushed down to her ankles and the right cheek pried open.  The boys all gave a look understanding in miniscule what a girl looked like.
	Rick’s hand was sore, burning red.  
	Brad took his turn and it was noticeable that he had a very prominent “bulge” in his pants.  He gazed upon Michelle’s bare ass; it was very reddened from Rick’s smacking, but the left cheek wasn’t as much so as the right.  So Brad chose to smack the left more and did so in quick firing secession.
	Kenny came nextly with Wyndel finally landing the finale.
	Poor Michelle was in near fits but had come to the brink of what she could take—thereafter her ass was numb.  Her screams of distress were muffled as she engulfed with her mouth Mr. Wupples, her favorite bunny.
	The boys saw that their friend was hurt.  It led the way for her Daddy to put it to them, “Well,” he said softly, “why don’t each of you come up and kiss her…” and he tapped with his finger to Michelle’s blistered ass WHERE the boys were to plant their kiss.
	The boys quickly shot one another looks of awe and unsureness.
	Each boy, too, had a major erection going on in their pants.
	Each boy, starting with Rick, took a turn at pressing his lips to Michelle’s burning butt.  A light peck and the next boy took his turn.  Wyndel was last again but he didn’t mind.

	After the boys had kissed Michelle’s cheeks, her Daddy patted her butt—a signal to the girl to turn over.  The boys once more were put into awe as now they got to see a girl’s bare front.  None of the boys had ever seen a girl’s bare front.
	Mr. Lanner lifted Michelle’s legs, pulling off her pants and then panties.  Michelle opened her legs and lightly fingered herself.  All the boys began gouging their hands to their crotches.

	Michelle sat up and pulled off her top.  She was now nude.  She looked to her Daddy and gave him the finger sign, “come here.”  He leaned down and she whispered something into his ear.  The boys merely stood in complete awe.
	Mr. Lanner nodded his head, “you sure?” to wit Michelle nodded, “uh huh.”
	She WAS a pretty girl, the boys regarded most girls as “yucky”, and the girls did likewise unto them.  But silently, privately, girls weren’t all that bad; some were prettier than others.  Michelle had sandy brown hair, didn’t like the color pink, could run and hit (balls—soccer, dodge, tether, baseball) and told dirty jokes—although she and those she tolt them to didn’t fully understand them—unless they were about Farts, Boogers, or teachers.
	Michelle was a cool kid and seeing her naked just tipped the scales!
	Michelle moved off of the bed and onto her knees.  Her Daddy cleared his throat, “Uhm, guys, Michelle wants to do something for you,” he paused and Michelle nodded her head looking at the boys as the stood in some personal agony, “you have to, uhm, well—get like she is.” he clamped his hands together leaning over from the kid chair he sat in staring into the blank faces of the boys who didn’t get it.
	“He means take off your clothes to be like me and I’ll give you something.”
	To say they were stunned would be an understatement.  They stopped breathing, thinking, and gouging.  Rick blinked his eyes slowly.  Brad blinked his rapidly.  Kenny and Wyndel didn’t blink their eyes at all.  
	Michelle fingered herself with one hand, rubbed her still burning bum with the other.  The boys exchanged looks again with Kenny taking the initiative to undress.
	But it was Brad who had his pants down and shirt off first.
	Kenny followed with Rick and Wyndel sliding their pants down last.

	Michelle shot her Daddy a look—‘boys’.  She shook her head sadly and the boys sighed.  Brad stepped out of his pants then hooked his thumbs into his briefs.  Kenny, though, once more beat the others by shucking his underwear and standing stark naked.
	Rick followed behind Kenny and then Wyndel.
	Once the boys were nude they faced Michelle who looked over the boys’ stiff erections as if choosing a chocolate morsel.  Then, to the boys’ surprise, she reached out and cupped their balls, one by one.  That was with one hand, with the other she tugged/pulled/stroked the boys’ puds—one at a time.
	Rick thought he would faint, Michelle’s Daddy thought so, too, as the boy’s eyes fluttered, mouth hung open and he took on that appearance of extreme pleasure.
	Kenny sweated and stared at Michelle as she worked his pud.
	Brad smiled and knew that pud stroking was the way to go.
	Wyndel, too, liked the feeling—a lot.

	After each boy had been brought to the brink of what he could stand as far as having his balls cupped and fondled and his cock stroked to full strength, Michelle Gina Lanner leaned forward on her knees and KISSED the head of each boy’s cock.
	Rick was amused.
	Kenny was bemused.
	Brad in whimsical awe.
	Wyndel in love.
	From mere “kissing” to full on sucking.
	Michelle sucked each cock, she slurped and worked the boy’s dick with her mouth while one hand continued manipulating the swelled testicles while the other caressed the boy’s ass.  Each boy received incredible amounts of joy and bliss and found instinctive bliss in pumping into Michelle’s mouth.
	This only led to Michelle laying out on her bed among her stuffed animals and each boy “mounting” her.  Wyndel was not “last” this go round and when it was conveyed upon him to “get on the bed” and “place your body on top of Michelle”, he did so.
	It was more natural instinct to slip his penis into Michelle where she obviously peed from.  None of the boys had ever seen a girl naked, none of the boys were all that aware of their own bodies, ‘specially their pee-pees or butt holes.  Going to the bathroom and bathing themselves was something done automatically and they gave very little thought to it.

	Seeing Michelle naked was beyond their comprehension—almost.  Seeing her nude suddenly opened their lulled minds and they understood in some mild manner what a “girl” was.  With Michelle turning around, bending over, spreading her cheeks; laying on her back with her legs up in the air; assuming this position and that one, doing the “crab-walk”, playing Twister, the boys very nearly understood what a girl looked like (the positioning of her cunny and asshole).
	On the bed, Wyndel eased his suddenly aroused penis into Michelle; Michelle the one having to do the “guiding.”  Once he was in, it was all gravy—he pumped and the sensation of having her suck him was replaced by the overwhelming sensation of bliss that he later learned was “fucking.”
	Whether or not Michelle was a “virgin” at the time wasn’t known.  At the time, Wyndel had no concept of “sex”.  After Michelle, though, it was a way of life.
	After each boy had his turn on Michelle, they were taken out of the girl’s bedroom to the hall bathroom.  Here the boy was washed up.  Wyndel recalled (almost fondly) that while he dried himself off standing awkwardly naked with Michelle’s Daddy right there, Michelle’s Daddy “greased” up his own pee-pee.  After a thorough grease job the boy was turned about and positioned over the bathtub whereupon a great deal of “propping” was done unto Wyndel’s asshole.  It was uncomfortable to say the least—but none the worse for what Michelle’s Daddy put up his butt hole nextly.
	At first Wyndel didn’t know and thought that it was the man using ALL his fingers.  But no, just one BIG one.  Wyndel was reamed for several long enduring minutes, his own ass smacked a few times; then he was pulled up to a sitting position on his knees, Michelle’s Daddy’s pee-pee still up inside him.  The man whispered while tugging on Wyndel’s cock, “this is our secret, you’ve had your way with Michelle, she’s pleased you, you liked it?”
	Wyndel did and nodded so.
	“And you’d like to have her suck you some more again, right?”
	Wyndel nodded that that was so, too.
	“And you’d like to get on top of her like you did?”
	Wyndel nodded—and Mr. Lanner continued fondling his pee-pee.
	After a few minutes the man stopped, Wyndel was pushed forward and removed himself from Wyndel’s pooper.  It felt good—for Wyndel, like when he had pinched off the need to poop for too long and when finally he DID get to go—he went a lot and it felt good!

	Mr. Lanner used toilet tissue and then a wash rag on Wyndel, wiping and cleaning Wyndel’s pooper.  Thereafter the boy was turned about and like Michelle had done, her Daddy went down on him and sucked for a long time.
	Afterwards, they left the bedroom, checked on the progress in the bedroom across the hall and then pizza was ordered.  The kids remained naked with Michelle re-sucking the boys and the boys kissing her pussy.  They played games some more, more Twister and then a group bath.
	None of the boys ever tolt anyone.

*

I know what you did…
	Anna Sue winced and made faces as her young mouth was filled with hot cock.  “Just relax,” he cooed to her, “I’ll do all the work.” The young petrified girl couldn’t relax, but her emotions were checked enough to keep her settled.  The hot manhood member thing in her mouth was more than disgusting, it filled her mouth to capacity and then some.  
	Anna Sue at first had to move her head back and forth to stimulate the horrible thing in her mouth, but then the naughty foul disgusting brute of a man put his hand to the back of her head and “helped.”
	At length, though, he pulled out and humped her pretty face, pushing his nut sac up against her mouth commanding her to “suck ‘em” while his slicked up slobbered cock pressed against her nose and eyes.
	Anna Sue wept but nuzzled the hairy nuggets while she also caressed the man’s bare ass.
	Wyndel liked, a lot.

	“For your information, that’s called a Nut Job; anytime you hear someone called a “nut job” they’ve done what you’ve done.” he smiled at his little wonder; and after he had nuzzled his nuggets against her as much as he could stand, Anna Sue was laid out on the bed (with a super absorbent cloth under her butt.)
	Again the man tongued out her cunny, tantalizing it beyond comprehension before engulfing and tantalizing it further.  A daring finger made its way into the girl’s backdoor—a daring tongue forced its way into her sex.
	Then, the time had come, finally.  Wyndel pulled himself up onto the girl, resting his mighty pulsing schlong.  He stared down into the glassy blue eyes of the young girl and watched them bulge as his pud entered her…

	The bed squeaked, the girl on the bed moaned, the man on the bed on the girl groaned.  
	“It hurts!  It hurts!” Anna Sue cried out.
	Wyndel cooed to her—it didn’t help, but he cooed anyways.  Only the head of his seven incher made entry into the girl’s poon, her hymen still intact.  He had initially planned on breeching the girl fully; ramming her, getting off, then dumping her off somewhere in the grimy city afterwards.
	But he wanted to FUCK the girl, he wanted to see his jiz dripping out of the corners of her mouth, out of her pussy, and out of her asshole.  THEN and only then would he dump her off.
	But he didn’t want to hurt her.
	So, she needed broken in.

*

	No matter how much rains there were, the grime of the City could never be washed away.  there were, however, other parts of the City that were less grimy; but then it was a matter of interpretation.  Grime came in all sorts of degrees and manners of interpretation—degradation of the human soul, the condition of the family unit, the proliferation of incessant scum.  All blended into a cess pool that once stirred made up that of which existed in what was called City Life.
	There were those who lived well, other lived beyond their means.  Others eked out a living as best they could however they could.  Others were blind to all things about them without it having to be a “condition” of some birth defect or accident.  Rick, poor, in between; upper class, middle class, no class; those who chose to be happy and content	regardless of their situation; those who chose to perpetuate the common situation that was calm into some outrageous situation that only escalated into some ulterior motive to reason out an individual’s quests for self satisfaction—it was all a blended measure that was the Human Condition, Life in the City.
	It seemed like that the City was so big that going from one side to the other was too much of an effort, so the rains that came only drenched one area and left the rest dry for to come another time.  Wyndel Epsi cruised over the Gannymead Bridge leaving City II behind him and easing into the more sublime City I; it was more spread out with the tallest buildings barely ten stories.  No industries were present in City II, the streets were swept clean on a daily basis.  No junk cars, no abandoned cars; the grime was no less present but it was cleaner…

	There was a church virtually on every block.
	A school band marched up a block somewhere almost every day.
	People sat out in charming outdoor cafes.
	No big diesel trucks cruised the streets; delivery vehicles, school and city buses had been converted to cleaner air spewing from their tailpipes.  Graffiti was still a problem but it was less visible and nipped as quickly as it appeared.  The presence of police and other officials representing the Law were quite prevalent.
	It was a Number One City for a reason.
	Regardless, it had inner city problems that were not so easily swept under the sidewalks or flushed down the sewers.  There was corruption in the City’s government—mayor’s aid caught with a minor, the mayor caught with the police chief’s wife; fire chief caught some minor boys; boy scout master caught…
	And you know the rest.
	But still, the general population of the City went on choosing not to pay attention to such absurd goings on and continue with their lives as they saw fit.  But it didn’t matter, everyone was susceptible to Narly Business, of one kind or another.  The madness of sexual depravity had not just come unto the Lands of the Free “all of the sudden”; sexual depravity had been in the midst of humankind since the beginning of time!
	It was just with the advent-invention of the EMADs those seeking a depraved way of life had an easier time of it.  Wyndel had an EMAD, one he had acquired and then made alterations.  It suited him and that was that.  He knew that his Soul was a Sealed Deal for a trip to Hell, but then again—Wyndel didn’t believe in God so there was no Hell.  You died and that was it, your “soul” was in your head; dead was dead and that was that.  He recalled faintly when his maniac dad had been beating his naked body with a belt, switch, bare hands, a metal rod, and anything else the bastard got his hands on—that he (Wyndel) had cried out for God, but God never came.
	Those memories were suppressed, and for good reason.  However, Wyndel knew, too, that it was those memories that made him what he was, drove him to madness.  So, if-IF there WAS a Hell, he was certainly destined for it.  He figured his “just desserts” would be ole Satan fucking him up the ass for eternity; there probably would be that sucking of Satan’s cock, too.

	At the light on Vickers & Main he watched as some kids in a group marched passed him at the crosswalk, their haggard chaperone minding them all, a lovely teenage girl with a male escort helped keep the children corralled as they made their way to the Natural Museum on the adjacent corner.  A pervert’s dream, the kids were all in the 3rd grade (or thereabouts), the teacher was in her mid 20’s, the teen girl in her mid teens, the male escort in his late teens.  Wyndel saw them all naked, subdued, positioned.
	His EMAD wasn’t capable, though, of “acquiring” them all, it was only suited for one or two at a time.  The light changed and he moved on to his destination.  The City I Emporium Mall.  Wyndel Epsi was in charge of security at the mall—go figure.  Opportunities galore there at the mall, he had surveillance everywhere; known and not known.  With his slight command of electronics he had narly insight to the goings on in dressing rooms, lounges, and bathrooms.  There, too, was perverted joy to be found in the mall’s tanning salon…
	There were EMAD detectors everywhere, at all doors especially.  But when you are in charge of security…  Plus, he was something of an electronics whiz, EMADs were a way of life.  Of course, he was aware that Federal Authorities had EMADs and detectors of this and that sort—but everyone was corruptible.  Everyone.
	In the privacy of his office he watched via a closed circuit television a young attractive woman changing clothes in a changing room—where else?  Although most of the Mall’s stores had their own security, Wyndel made it a point of almost legal reasons to be in charge, too.  Of course, he had an ulterior motive—of course!
	His mind was, though, not on his work.  He busied himself with meetings, paperwork, more meetings, and a stroll about the Mall.  Mall City had two levels and was spread out wide with a great deal of real estate underneath it.  Then there was the parking lot.  The two multilevel parking structures at the “anchor” stores were a major cause of headaches for Wyndel and his security team.  Then on the one side of the Mall/Parking the privacy-sound wall butted against a housing complex.
	Another source of headaches.
	But it was while patrolling that troublesome area that Wyndel found something of interest.  TWO somethings of interest specifically.  He smiled and thumbed his EMAD.  Little Anna Sue tucked away safely in his closest at home was going to have company!