August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 64
-Mini stories-
Descents of Depravity

In the darkness there is no light
	Her eyes bulged; sweat rolled in rivers down her face; her bare naked breasts grinded against his flat hairless chest.  There was a mixture of enjoyment and other; his cock thoroughly enjoyed being squeezed and loved by being in the girl’s quim—but the rest of the event was not so good.
	Wendy Mitchell, thirteen, had a little brother, Jack, who was eight, “somewhere” in the mad Warden’s dungeon.  Wendy had been with a group of her friends in a park where there was a birthday party of which her young sibling was attending.  That was the last she remembered.  Nextly she was in a dungeon-like setting in a small windowless room being talked to by a man she came to know as “the  Tormenting Warden.”
	And it was this “ Tormenting Warden” who currently tormenting her by sodomizing her while she lay on top of a boy named Michael.  Michael’s cock was up in her pussy at the time, too.  After introduction Wendy slowly undressed herself, but the Warden had told her prior that it had to be done so by “someone else.”
	Michael explained a little about himself and what all was going on; Wendy was frightened—for herself and her brother.  She wondered if her friends, too, had been captured.  She guessed that an EMAD had to be used in their kidnapping.  Good guess.
	Wendy hadn’t seen anyone else nor had she viewed any rooms—but she did see some doors and surmised that there were probably someone within.
	Undressing herself in front of Michael was a bit of a toughie, but the threats that the Warden had given her propelled her to nude status albeit taking as much as fifteen minutes to do so.
	Michael had to “look away” when she was down to her panties and bra.  Michael did so out of respect but knew that the girl was just asking for it for not complying.  He sat on the bed, back against the wall, legs open, dick kinda hard, waiting.

	Once Wendy’s bra and panties hit the floor, she stood with her hands before her concealing her absolute nakedness.  There were things she had to do rolling in her mind told to her by the Warden; she was horrified and had difficulties comprehending her predicament as a whole.  All that mattered was the safety of her little brother.
	“Have the person inside take off your clothes.”
	“Have sex with the person inside.”
	“Perform oral sex on the boy inside.”
	“Sit on the boy inside and pee on his face.”
	Pee on his face?  Wendy’s breath became difficult to manage; she shook her head—it was unreal—it was a nightmare—a bloody fucking nightmare!
	For a moment her head cleared and she saw the “boy” person sitting nakedly on the bed.  He wasn’t more than twelve!  Twelve!  And he was naked—NAKED!
	Wendy was a virgin.  Sorta.  She had given a handjob to a boy—her age and a sorta boyfriend.  No oral.  No anal.  She HAD exposed her breasts and been felt up AND felt out—meaning her horny sorta boyfriend got to feel of her exposed barely teenage breasts as well as finger her barely teenage pussy.
	But that was it.
	Wendy was a nice looking girl, Plain Jane sorta-kinda.  Long super fine silky brown hair, matching brown eyes, nice body features, creamy skin.  She spoke well and distinctly, fairly smart in school carrying an “A” average and was well liked by just about everyone.  Some upper class girls didn’t like her, one in particular, ‘cause a boy in the upper class was seeing Wendy on a regular basis—the same one who got to 1rst-2nd—and 3rd base with her (Wendy).
	She was polite, friendly, and a part of a multi-member babysitters organization in her neighborhood.  They didn’t make a lot of money as the money made from babysitting often went into the club to host parties, buy gifts for those they sat for.  The girls mostly relied on their allowances to support their mall habit.
	“If you don’t do what he says,” the naked boy said, “he’ll come in here.”  He’ll probably come in here anyways, but…
	Wendy almost lost it.  She wasn’t ready for sex (or sex acts) and just couldn’t bring herself to comply.  Michael sighed, shrugged, and waited.  He didn’t have to wait long…

	The sound of the door being operated cause Wendy to suddenly shriek aloud and be highly startled.  Michael clenched himself on the bed.  What would the Tormenting Warden do?  Would he take punishment to him?  
	The Warden entered, closed the door, and stared at the naked Wendy.
	“Why aren’t you over there?” he asked in a flat monotoned voice.
	Wendy didn’t answer but stood in place trembling.
	The Warden suddenly produced a belt and snapped it in the air.
	Wendy shrieked a quick yelp of startlement and began to breathe hard.
	“Your little brother is in the next cell,” the man said snapping the belt in the air again, “he’s already unclothed and just right for a belting.”
	“You leave him alone you son-of-a-bitch!” and Wendy charged.
	Michael cringed in the anticipation of what was going to happen.
	Wendy made a valid effort—but her charge was met by the more powerful and experienced Warden who backhanded the girl and then while she was stunned grabbed her and pinned her to him—then commenced to whipping her bare ass with the belt.  The girl wailed and wailed, twisted and fought to get herself out of the predicament she was in.  Her ass turned a radiant red and the girl’s cries were barely audible she had risen to the level of pain she could no longer comprehend.
	Then she was shoved to the floor.  The Warden cocked his head, snapped the belt and stepped to the door.  “Very unfortunate.” he said.
	Wendy looked to him in confusion, then to Michael.
	“He’s going to go beat your brother.”
	Wendy lost it and begged, pleaded, cried, and wailed.
	“You need only to comply.”
	For Wendy, that was a toughie.
	The Warden opened the door—Michael yelled to the girl, “Get your ass over here!”
	The girl complied.  She was way confused, her ass was on fire, her comprehension level of what was going on had been completely obliterated.  She crawled most the way across the dungeon floor barely capable of standing up once at the bed.  Michael masturbated himself, squeezed his cock as hard as he could trying to get harder.
	But he was just as emotionally charged as was Wendy.
	He thought of little Linda.  He hadn’t really particularly enjoyed jerking off onto her sweet innocent face, or do everything else to her—but afterwards, well—he kinda did.  Catey was pretty good, too.  He had been in Hanna’s pussy, in her mouth and asshole.  He had peed on them, seen Dana and Molly naked; he liked—a lot!
	It was all the beatings he didn’t care for.

	Finally the girl was calm enough—sorta, to follow more basic commands.  The Warden remained at the door, but the door was closed.  He stood methodically masturbating—waiting.  Michael gently coaxed the terrified Wendy onto the bed—then onto him.  She was near mindless, blank in the mind.  She stared straight ahead while underneath her Michael situated himself guiding his fuck stick into the girl’s pussy.  She slid down it and there was only a miniscule expression indicating the destruction of her intact hymen.
	With his hands on her soft ass that was still burning, Michael began to event of desire.  Wendy systematically reacted and slid herself up and down the boy’s shaft.  Michael’s cock stiffened, he clamped his hands tighter onto the girl’s searing butt.  She straddled him wider and laid down on him quashing her breasts to his chest.
	Then, right as he was getting with the program—the Warden came over, stripped off all of his clothes and got onto the bed, too.  Michael didn’t know what was going on or what WAS; but he held Wendy’s ass open as far as he could while the Warden slapped her ass with his hardened cock.
	Michael watched the girl’s eyes suddenly bulge as into her asshole came the Warden’s cock.  Her beautiful brown eyes seemed to almost burst out; she seethed snot and struggled to breathe as the man’s massively huge cock entered her equally virgin asshole.
	The man pulled out, spanked the girl’s ass, then stabbed his way into her again with a little more force and determination.  When he at last got the head passed the rim—it was a done deal and sodomy sweet sodomy was on.

*

	His name was Logan Gaston, his sister’s name was Catey Marie Gaston.  She was eight years old and someone in the labyrinth of the madman’s underground dungeon—where else would a labyrinth be?  Logan had it together a little more than most visitors/prisoners; he wasn’t so worried about himself as he was about his little sis.  He figured that an EMAD had been used on them and he didn’t like being separated from her.  He would do anything—anything to protect her.
	This included albeit not so reluctantly, shenanigans with the lone occupant of the cell the Warden had placed him in.  Sara Sarns was her name, she wasn’t too frightened herself—just concerned.
	So, after introductions it was time to get down to it.  Logan stripped off his clothes.  He wasn’t bad looking, blond, medium hair growth with a partial covering over the left eye.  

	And sexy mysterious blue eyes, too!  
	And there was that smile!  Perfect white teeth, straight, and no offensive breath.  He was well groomed, clean, and had a fairly pleasing cock.  He didn’t take too much time stripping down, but paused and displayed some embarrassment thereafter.
	Sara sat on the bed—waiting.
	Logan stood at the wall where he had stripped off his clothes; clothed or naked, he was quite handsome.  Sara gushed a little, then gushed more at the anticipation of getting laid. 
	She shrugged, sighed, stifled a fart, and said, “You might as well come over.”
	Logan held fast a moment then complied.
	“He said, that guy, he said—he said--”
	“I know what he said.” Sara said.
	Logan stood askew of her, hands before him.
	Sara reached out her hand, it trembled a little but she couldn’t help that.  Logan watched her—amused with a smattering of perplexed.  She touched his hand then pulled it away revealing his other hand that was actually concealing his wang.
	Then, there it was.  It was flaccid, limp, hanging low (but had signs of improvement (with Sara’s expert handling)).  Logan was awed, mystified, stunned.  His cock began to grow and he was just marveled at the girl’s doing.
	The “girl” do’d it and do’d it well—working her fingers about the boy’s dick and when it was stiff—she squeezed her fingers to its base and pressed her almost eleven year old lips to the pulsing prong’s tip.
	Logan said nothing.  What was there to say!?
	All the way down, tongue rolling about the super sensitive head, diddling the piss slit, then back down to repeat the process multiple times until cum squirted and filled Sara’s mouth.
	Logan was unable to stop cumming—not that he wanted to.  He would deal with the aftermath of his doing—after.  Sara cuppled his balls, too.  She pulled out and let the soiling cock rub and continue to squirt on her face.
	She didn’t swallow—it was yucky.  And the spunk matter she wiped off of her face, too.  Thereafter, the little naked girl situated herself on the bed, against the pillow, legs open, revealing herself.  This action caused Logan’s limping out cock to begin restiffening.  
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Logan breathed.

	After some minutes of licking out the girl’s pussy—this after he was told to do so by Sara, Logan’s cock was stiff—stiff—stiff.  He couldn’t really see himself screwing the little girl; it was wrong, illicit, immoral, and he had intact morals.  
	But the threat of harm to his sister, himself, or to the naked girl herself prompted him to commit the immoral act.
	“How long have you been here?” he asked.
	Sara shrugged, she really had no clear idea.
	Logan eased his teen cock into the girl’s sex, closing his eyes as once more incredible sensations filled him.  Sex just beat all!  And he was amazed to learn that his cock DID fit into the girl’s pussy.  From there it was just a matter of accepting and reeling in the joy and harmony that was too good not too enjoy.
	Sara lightly compared Logan’s cock-fuck to the prior cock that had hammered her pussy, ten year old Skyler.  She tried not to, she tried not to think about the whole ordeal at all; but Logan’s cock WAS bigger, but not really by all that much—Logan was fourteen, Skyler had been ten.  Skyler had a decent cock and with his smaller size he had been pretty good jabbing into her sex.  Logan had a bit bigger dick and though he was a virgin, he did a fair job of tantalizing the young Sara making her feel good to the point of experiencing an orgasm herself.
	“You have to lick it.” she told him after.	
	“Huh?”
	Sara explained, “you have to pee on me, my pussy and face; you have to lick my pussy, put your pee-pee in me there, and here.” She pointed to her asshole and was embarrassed to do so.
	Logan was aghast.
	“And I have to sit on your face,” she concluded, biting inward her lower lip before adding, “and pee.”
	The boy was totally flabbergasted—and then some.
	Lick pussy, fuck pussy, piss on pussy.
	Fuck asshole, pee on girl’s face.
	Lay down and have girl sit on face AND be peed on (by said girl!)  it was too much to be believed.  The girl added, “If you don’t, he’ll come in here.”  She didn’t further explain—nor did she have to.
	So, Logan Gaston “went down” on Sara’s cunt that he had just fucked.  It was a new experience for him—he wasn’t pleased that his own spunk was there—that was gross.  He gagged and retched some but did a fair job just the same.

 	He had seen little girls naked, his own sister for incidence and seen girls his age in their swimsuits, brief glimpses of panties of girls (his age), and drawing in health books and bathroom walls.  Up close and personal was something else, though—very muchly something else.
	It was distasteful so his experience was short.
	Sitting up, Logan asked, “What else?”
	Sara was still embarrassed, thought thoughtfully, then said,
	“Well, y-you have to—pee—on me.”
	Logan was less enthused about that, too.
	Having a soda from the nearby table helped fill his bladder.  Sara had one and the boy just having orgasmed got a boner just watching the girl move—naked.  He had seen his little sis wander their home naked sometimes but he never had a boner for her.  He had a boner for girls his age from school—girls he WOULD like to see naked walking around without their clothes.
	Even after consuming the soda it would take a few minutes before his bladder got full and put pressure on his urinary tract.  He conversed with the girl, “how long have you been here?”  “who is that guy, the Warden?”  “where were you before (being captured)?”  “have you seen anyone else?”
	Sara answered his questions; she was sad, a little scared, and worried about the “others” that she knew of.  Many details Logan desired to know Sara didn’t know.  They waited for Logan to have to pee and at length he did.  He felt odd about it, more than embarrassed, when the event was pressing.  Sara went to the toilet and positioned herself as previously she had done so.  Logan was awed and mystified.  
	The urge to “pee” was not with him, the urge to fuck, was.  He sorta cared that the girl was only ten, but she was cute.  AND he had been in her pussy already—so what was one more time?  The torrid thoughts didn’t help matters, he wanted to pee but he wanted sink his dick into her pussy, too.
	Then Sara began to finger herself…

	The steady stream of pee splashed onto the girl’s pussy.  Logan let out a mighty satisfying moan indicating his satisfaction.  His cock was still somewhat hard and he had to angle his body leaning in over the girl so as to angle his pisser to the girl’s cunt and “pee on her.”
	When done—
	“I have to pee, too.”
	Logan was cool with that, forgetting that the girl had to pee on his face.  

	“It’s probably better over here.” Sara said.
	The boy was still dumbfounded and awed.  The girl was naked, she was kinda cute—would be better if she had more development, though.  He was just so confused and overwhelmed by the whole ordeal he just couldn’t make ends of it.
	There really was nothing to do but to follow thru and “do it.”
	Just do it.
	The naked ten year old went to where there was a crude shower thing against the wall.  There, too, was a small drain in the floor.  Sara laid herself out on the floor by the drain and waited.
	Logan had major upheavals about compliance—“pee—on her face!”
	But she had warned him, they were being watched and if he didn’t “do it” the Warden would either come in and beat them, beat one of them, or beat Logan’s missing sister.
	In no way did Logan want that soooooo…

	The urine splash was hot—as it was supposed to coming out of a nearly 100 degree temperature body.  There wasn’t a lot of urine but there was enough to splash onto Sara’s sweet face.  She kept her eyes closed tightly as well as her mouth.  Logan didn’t know what to do and had mixed feelings to deal with, too.  The act itself was kinda intriguing to the point of almost exciting.  He was getting hard.
	But on the other hand—it was vile and digusting.
	But on the other ball, he’d kinda like to pee on Bonnie Donald’s face, and several other girls he knew closely and personally.  His cock hardened and the flow of pee ceased.

	The objectives were being checked off; Mouth, pee, pussy.  Remaining was ye olde asshole.  For that, Logan needed time.  His dick was hard but aching, over sensed, whacked out as much as was his mind.  He WAS a bit of an “ass” man, but it wasn’t the girl’s ass he wanted to screw.  He couldn’t hardly conceive such a thing.  It was a girl’s pussy that was the object of desire—her associative ass was just a lure.
	Firstly he had to lick it—lube it, pre-lube it for eventual insertion.
	Sara’s “hole” was—small.  Logan just couldn’t imagine his cock going in!  But he licked and licked and licked, fingered-fingered-fingered until finally his dick was overly hard and demanding.
	“Ok,” he said, “here goes.”
	The penetration of Sara’s asshole began.

	And it wasn’t all that bad as expected.  There was a little difficulty at the beginning as his cock “bent” and wasn’t as stiff as he thought it would be to make the penetration possible.  But determination being what it was he did the deed regardless.  
 	On all fours Sara braced against the bed, legs spread wide	, grunting and taking being reamed.  Logan’s cock was significantly bigger than Skyler’s.  After a bit, the boy was in and pumping.
	Logan’s hands gripped the girl’s butt cheeks and “went to town.”  The feeling of sex surged inside him causing him to kick it into high gear and fuck.  It beat beatin’ off by a damn sight!  He no longer cared that it was a ten year old girl…

*

	She tried for the longest time to hold off but the urge to poop was getting stronger.  It was just so embarrassing—to poop in front of others not too mention the manner in which she had to relieve herself.  It was gross.  But the steady diet of beans, chili, hot cereal, and peanut butter sandwiches kind of forced the issue.  Hanna had to shit.
	The others were not paying much attention; Molly and Donny were asleep.  Howie and Dana were “together” laying facing each other (but weren’t engaging in sex.)  Kenny and Dana lay on a bed with Dana was on top of them, but like Molly and Donny—not engaged sexually.  And Beth was UNDER a bed curled up tight.
	Hanna poised herself at the drain hole and hoped she wouldn’t be noisy about relieving herself.  She was just with her butt (and hole) at the drain, legs opened wide and urine flowing with poo logs screaming out of her well fucked asshole when the cell door opened.
	The Warden appeared and Hanna made great efforts to empty herself and stand up.  There was no telling what the bastard Tormentor wanted or would do when he came in.
	A new television set was brought in, a flat panel thing on a metal stand.  There was a wire attachment.  Clicking his fingers he got Howie’s attention.  The boy nervously approached.  He was turned around and struck repeatedly with the electrical power cord wire, about half a dozen times.
	Not a thing was said from the Warden/Tormentor.  The television was hooked up and it came to life.  The Warden then left.  Hanna hated the “mess” between her cheeks and quickly rinsed her dirt chute while the others consoled the stricken Howie.

	“We have to get outta here!” Donny said.
	“He’ll kill us!” barked back Molly.
	“He’s gonna fucking kill us anyways!” returned Donny.
	He was probably right.  Probably.

	For a few minutes there was nothing but a blue screen on the 20-inch flat screen; then it flickered to life and revealed some gripping, shocking, disturbing scenes.  In a cell room there were some teen girls being horribly mistreated.  The garage band mates all stared in awe at the level of torment the helpless girls received—they were no more than thirteen or so, naked, tied up in various manners, and being either beaten with leather whips, straps, or paddles mercilessly on their bare bottoms.
	Other girls were gagging on huge lifelike dildos in their mouths while more lifelike dildos were crammed into their pussy and/or asshole.  Girls were suspended from the ceiling or shackled to the wall.  It was horror absolute.
	Then, there was a former cell mate—Michael.  There were marks on his butt and legs and backside.  For a minute he was alone.  Then the scene flickered and there he was masturbating onto the sweet innocent face of a naked four year old!  He did!  The gang was stunned and shocked and very muchly horrified.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Dana.
	After Michael had cum all over the little girl’s face, he buried his cock into her mouth making her suck.  Then he licked her out between her legs before humping her pussy there.  He also peed on her, spanked her, and rammed his fingers into her asshole.
	The screen flickered and the little four year old was gone, replaced by an older girl no more than eight years old.  She got the same treatment as the previous girl, plus a little more.
	The screen went to blue and remained so for several minutes.  The kids sat on their beds totally stunned.  But, 
	“You know he didn’t do that stuff on his own.”
	Molly nodded, “Yeah, he was beaten.”
	“He didn’t have a choice.”
	“Like us.”
	“Yeah.”
	A few more minutes and the door once more opened.  The Warden came in escorting Michael.  The boy looked a little “worse for wear”; frightened, beaten, with cum dripping from his mouth and cock.

	The Warden said nothing and left.  Michael went to the one bed that hadn’t been used and sat on it, then pulled himself up with back to the wall.  No one spoke.  He hadn’t acted “on his own” as it looked on the television; it was like with them all—all the members of the garage band had been forced into vile sex acts—and there were probably more to come.

*

	There was some uniqueness to the current doing—the peeing, the out and out fucking, the “up the ass”, the cunt munching—all had unique feelings that were yet to be explored or understood.  But the newest doing was something else.
	It was simple.  Logan asked the girl, “Anything else?” though he couldn’t imagine anything after all that he had had to engage with her.
	The girl, Sara, nodded that there was.
	“What?” what else could there be?
	“You have to spank me, too.”
	Holy crap!
	Logan sighed and sunk into himself; he guessed it would be alright.
	Sara laid across his lap and the boy went almost instantly hard.  That was a nice ass.  His cock was still reeling from having been IN that ass, now he got to rub it, caress it, and to top it all—spank it!  
	He didn’t want to hurt the girl, he was still dealing with what he had done to her already.  But he understood—failure to comply meant certain punishment.  An if not himself, then to her or someone else—like maybe his little sister.  He hoped and hoped and hoped that she was ok.
	Logan landed the first swat and instantly regretted it—it was hard and caused Sara to twist her young naked body right off.  Logan’s cock pressed right up hard against her bare naked belly with a naughty desire to hump her pussy or asshole.  The desire was near overwhelming and he began smoothing his hand over her rump admiring the bare ass and desiring to fuck even stronger.
	Sara clenched and wriggled some.  Logan landed another smack, it wasn’t as hard or forceful as the first one.  The skin of Sara’s ass remained its natural color—so Logan let fly another smack—then another and then one more before his hand got hot and stinging.
	Sara rubbed her ass and fought back the tears.
	The door opened and the Warden came in.

*

Cumming together in bondaged harmony
	The sound of what could only be whipping filled him—with fear.  The thoughts of his little sis being whipped frightened him and angered him.
	“If you want to see your little sister again,” spoke the Warden, “then I suggest you do as you are told.”
	Logan was all about that—but the cost of compliance was something else!  Already he had done terrible-horrible things to Sara.  She was led out of the cell and he was left alone for some time.  Then the Warden returned and brought him out of the cell.  Down the hall passed two closed doors and then to a cell room that seemed to be under construction.  There were exposed wooden beams and rafters, 2x4s along the walls with particle board and some insulation, piping and wiring.
	Logan was led up to one of the larger support beams, his hands bound above him and hung to a large iron hook commonly used in crane construction sites.  Then, the Warden pressed himself up against the boy, running his hands up and down the boy’s sides with special attention to his ass, hips, and then his cock.
	Logan had deep reservations about being manhandled—he barely did anything to himself; it was good to rub and scratch his ass at times, to play tug o’ war with his cock, and then lately to submit sexually to the girl prisoner, Sara.  But to be fondled so by another guy—that was just too much.
	Logan fussed and somewhat fought back.
	The Warden stopped and put a tight black gag into the boy’s mouth; then, brought one leg at a time stretched out far and secured by a small link chain attached to a spike in the cement floor.
	Logan was at his wits end; the “not knowing” was too much.
	Then, the Warden came unto the nude boy again—fondling him, caressing, squeezing.  It made Logan very-very uncomfortable.  Very.  He could feel the pressing of the man’s cock against him and although he didn’t want to think it—he knew—he knew that he himself was going to be raped.  He was kinda curious about what it would be like, though?  Butt plunging little Sara had been interesting—but what about himself?
	Up and down his sides the man’s hands went, around to his chest to tweak and squeeze his nipples; then sliding down to his flat stomach where Logan became increasingly uncomfortable.

	Logan’s uncomfortableness level exceeded such as the man began fooling with his teenhood.  Logan thrashed about a bit but was well secured.  The man got a holt of his (Logan’s) cock and played.  The boy had already been right at the ready to cum when he and Sara had been walked in on.  The spanking of Sara’s delicate bum thrilled Logan—he knew it was Sara but he thought of several girls in his peer group.  His cock had been ready to explode against the little girl’s stomach when they were interrupted.
	The man worked Logan’s bone, squeezed his balls and then, THEN was finger fucking his asshole.  Logan knew that he WAS going to be raped.  His asshole clenched up tight.  The man fondled, squeezed, and fingered driving poor Logan to the very brink of intolerance and insanity.
	But there was more—much more to cum.  Much more.

Much more
	Michael was about to die of embarrassment.  On the flat panel television set was displayed his doings with the little girls, including Sara.  He was horrified and averted his eyes from the others.  He couldn’t help but watch his antics, though; he didn’t want any of the others or anyone to see him what he did.
	The “antics” of Sara were displayed, too.
	Then the poor unfortunate teenage girls in another cell—the ones tied up and being tormented AND HOW!  Hanna and the girls were sickened by the horror; Kenny, Howie, and Donny got boners instead…

	“Just relax,” he said, “it’ll be a lot better for you.”
	Instead, though, he snorted snot, cursed, and wriggled in his bindings.
	“Oh well.” The Warden smiled and let fly the belt.
	It was long, 50 inches; it was thin at 1 ½ inches.  It was thin, black, with small studs embedded in it and in the powerful hands of an expert—left incredible welts on the body.
	Blood ran down Logan’s arms as he had rubbed the constricted wrists raw during his torment.  And it was far from over, too.  The Warden lashed the boy’s body half a dozen more times, then attempted anal penetration again.  Still the boy’s virgin hole was not relenting.  The Warden undaunted jammed his finger into the boy’s asshole finding the virgin sphincter tightening up.  He spent a moment fondling the tortured boy’s cock and squeezing his testicles until the boy yelped out in pain—then he left and was gone for some time.

	Unconscious was almost upon when the Warden returned.  He was almost too dazed to realize that the bastard fucked up whacked Warden wasn’t alone.  Nothing was said, the Warden came up behind Logan and once more began fondling the boy; squeezing his cock and balls, rubbing on his ass, then fingering his still tight asshole.
	Then, an “object” went probing into Logan’s pert ungiving asshole.  there was determination and Logan had no ability to resist.  He grunted and thrashed about as the object went into him—it was most uncomfortable and Logan thought he was coming apart from the inside.
	The object was twisted and Logan experienced a whole new level of uncomfortableness.  Then the object was left be and the Warden began masturbating him, squeezing his balls, driving him beyond his abilities to comprehend anything.

	How long the torment went on Logan didn’t know—nor did he care.  It was finally over with the object removed from his tortured asshole—replaced by the man’s cock.  All Logan could do was endure.  He clung to the bindings and was pressed against the beam post and was thoroughly sodomized.
	The Warden, too, “reached around” and grabbled with the teen boy’s cock, fondling—fondling—fondling; squeezing the associative testicles and bring the boy to the point of crying.  The Warden seemed unaffected by the boy’s tears and rammed his manhood DEEPER into the boy’s tight shitter.
	Finally, the man pulled out.
	“Time for Act II.” he said.
	The man stepped away and for a time Logan was once more “alone.”
	To himself, that is; but he was not alone.  There was the fading in and out of consciousness, a withering in extreme discomfort and the need to crap.  It would take an hour before his pain level was at a tolerable level.  Then and only then was his eyes clear enough to see a new horror:  his sister.
	Though his gag was tight in his mouth and managed to cuss to the horrid fucked up man, “YOU FUCKING SON-OF-A-BITCH!”
	The man smiled and patted the little girl’s shoulders as he stood behind her, and she was already naked.  The man, naked himself, had a raging hard throbbing cock.  Logan was beside himself with rage and horror.  The Warden brought the naked eight year over to her brother and stoop down, whispering something into her ear.
	Catey squeezed up her face, wailed a little and was smacked on the ass for compliance.
	“LEAVE HER ALONE!” shouted Logan.

	The Warden, though, smacked the girl’s hinny again until she acted on the man’s whisper.  Which was to grip her brother’s cock.  The cock was amazingly hard and the eight year old sibling stroked it, masturbating it until it was even harder.
	Then she kissed the tip before moving her mouth down onto the shaft sucking it.  Logan felt ill and thrashed about until he was whipped with the belt.  When he continued—little Catey was yanked away (raking her teeth along his cock almost causing him to ejaculate).  She was taken to where she could be viewed best and pinned against an old style wooden dungeon setting table.  Then, with the same belt, stricken until there were many welts onto her ass, legs, and backside.
	Logan lost it—and subsequently lost consciousness.

	When he awoke—the scene hadn’t changed much save for the addition of more prisoners.  They seemed familiar to him but his mind was clouded and he wasn’t sure.  There was an annoying ringing in his ears and a vile bile in his throat.
	Catey was brought back to him.  Once more she operated his cock making it stiff.  It didn’t get very stiff so visual aid was needed.  The visual aid came in the form of one of the extras.  She seemed familiar but Logan wasn’t sure.
	Then he was.
	Then he was horrified—moreso than knowing that his little sis was working his wanker.  But the horror was somewhat nullified as it was a “dream cum true” watching friend Dawn and other friend Stacey strip off their clothes, lay out on the floor close by, and sixty-nine one another.
	Logan’s cock dramatically stiffened and went into Catey’s mouth without a problem.  On the floor, Dawn on top, had her butt cheeks splayed open courtesy of Stacey who was underneath.
	Dawn Schier.  She was thirteen.  He liked her—a lot!  She was very pretty—very.  She sung in the church choir, was popular with her peers, and had a nice rack.  Logan often admired that “rack” sometimes getting caught by Dawn doing so—and her peers, too.  He wasn’t chastised, though, Dawn blushed and the other girls who noticed his noticing shined it on.
	Anyways, he liked Dawn and there she was—naked.  There she was naked on the floor.  There she was naked on the floor with her ass opened for his personal viewing.  The fact that he, she, and everyone else were prisoners of some madman’s sick whims escaped him and wasn’t a matter for thought.  He reeled in watching her strip to her skin and that was all that mattered.
	Dawn had nice clothes—along with a nice “rack.”  Great hair, well groomed all over and smelled good, too.  She was the bubbly girl; cheerful, sweet, and the young boys she babysat for adored her.  Logan often helped out—mostly just to be around her.  She was thirteen, he was fourteen and they both had differing social groups.  But still, they shared the same campus and Logan sought her over all others.
	Each article of clothing the girl removed got Logan hard.  She wore layered clothing and Logan found himself holding his breath being in total awe at her stripping down.  When she was down to her white bra and pink striped panties—his cock was in his sister’s mouth (although he was barely aware of it.)
	Then, watching Dawn push her panties down her lovely legs got Logan to hump the mouth he was in.  Again, though, he was barely aware of being in a mouth or the plain fact that it was his sister’s mouth.
	Stacey Weston wasn’t a bad dish herself, either.  She wore simple clothing, had incredible hair and a lovely smile.  Creamy skin, sparkling eyes, and she smelled of roses all the time.  Watching her undress just got him harder and harder and harder.
	When she was in her panties only there were juts of cum squirting from his pud splashing into his sister’s mouth.  He didn’t know (or cared) but focused on the thirteen year old undressing herself.  It was nice—real nice.
	Then, when the girls had pushed their panties to their ankles they laid themselves out, Dawn on top.  More juts of cum squirted into Catey’s mouth but ultimate relief was a long ways off yet.  The lighting in the cell room was not very good but Logan could see Dawn’s asshole and just a hint of her pussy.  He couldn’t imagine her getting laid; he could barely conceive of her naked at all.  At fourteen, he was sexually aware of decrepit acts of the sexual nature; he had heard the horrible stuff on the radio and television newscasts about the incredible deplorable sex (and sex acts) plaguing the land giving him insight on those aforementioned decrepit (sex) acts.
	Soon he was cumming (and then some).  When he realized that it WAS his little sis he was cumming in—he didn’t care.  All that mattered was to cum.  And so he did.  A lot!
	It was almost as good as being in pussy!  He came and came and came; so much so that little Catey had to pull out, gag, sputtered, retch, and spit out most of the goo.  Her brother’s teen dick continued ejaculating squirting the sticky goo onto her sweet little face.

	Then there was a teen boy not much older than Logan or the girls.  He was already nude and went to Stacey and Dawn, but eyed Catey.  The new teen spanked Dawn’s ass until it was bright red; then, on his own or not was not clear but he positioned himself behind the girl penetrating.  Pussy or asshole Logan didn’t know; he was strung up and unable to have optimum viewing.  
	Logan wrestled in his bindings only becoming lightly aware of the significant pain to his bloodied wrists.  It wasn’t clear, either, if he was pissed at the teen or pissed ‘cause he himself wasn’t gettin’ any.  The teen boy humped and humped, pulled out and humped Dawn’s ass before reinserting and humping hard until his finale.
	It was then and only then that Logan saw that after the boy pulled out and away that Dawn had been buggered—fucked in the ass.  Gobs and gobs of cum was on the girl’s hole, she farted squeezing more of the goo out; some of the goo trickled down to land on Stacey’s face below her.
	Then, the girls who had been laying down got up.  They both were very frightened and came up to Logan, rubbing his ass, fondling his balls and working his cum squirter.  It was a dream cum true—but the circumstances were a little contrite; he would prefer a more amicable accommodations.
	To his horror, the beginning of his torture was just beginning.  It was not physical torture but other.  He would have preferred the torture over having to watch as a teen boy, the same one, spank and then fuck his little sis, Catey.  Two other teen girls had to line up and brace against the dungeon table, they were clothed and were spanked HARD by the teen and another man, then the girls had to take their pants down and be spanked some more.
	Strangely, though, the torment Claudia and Kristine received kinda sorta turned him on.  Not too mention the fact that Stacey and Dawn were playing with his cock and balls.
	Just when Kristi and Claudia could no longer stand it and were about to pull up the plank boards making the top of the huge heavy wooden dungeon accessory, the beating stopped.  The teen boy had a raging hard-on and Logan got the impression that he might not be a prisoner.  He seemed too willing.  He smoothed his hand over Kristi’s ass, patted it and then pulled her panties down.  The girl was freaking out; Logan liked her, they had been caught in a sudden rain storm one time while hiking and they spent some “quality time” inside the hollow of a great oak.
	Nothing happened, but they were close and when the rain abated, Kristi made the first move to get out of the cramped quarters and Logan’s face went right up against her breasts.

	Of course, she was wearing layered clothing but still…
	And then his face went against her ass as she continued to make her way out.  Logan got a good-good look at her ass crack/crotch as she bent making her way out.  As she stood just outside the tree reveling in the fresh Spring rain, Logan focused on that ass and vowed someday—somehow, he’d get into that ass.
	Well—it was “someday”…
	The teen boy who seemed too willing continued smoothing his hand over Kristi’s ass, then spanked it with said hand.  Then he spread the cheeks and put his cock up against her.  He then moved into position and was soon pumping.  
	And speaking of pumping, Stacey was “pumping” on his cock, sucking it.  A minute elapsed before Logan was even aware of it ‘cause his attention was on the teen boy butt fucking (or cunt fucking) Kristi.  But then he WAS aware and awed by her doings.  She wasn’t too willing but was doing a fair job.  Dawn stood up against him fondling his balls, sniveling and quietly freaking out.  Logan’s cock grew stiffer and stiffer inside Stacey’s mouth but cumming off was going to take awhile.
	Then, just as Logan was cumming, one of the Warden’s lackeys had little Catey.  Logan’s mind had just begun to clear and settle until he saw his little sis being mistreated—she was being spanked.  Hard.  Logan seethed and yelled out thru his gag “You fucking son-of-a-bitch!  Leave her alone!”
	But the man didn’t and brought Catey’s tender eight year old ass to a blazing bright red.  Then he hoisted her up onto the short width end of the dungeon table, opened her legs and proceeded to “eat” her out.  Claudia, who was at that end of the table had to hold one of Catey’s legs while the horrid lackey did his thing.  Logan was pissed and entered into a newer realm of pissed offedness (as well as pain.)
	So pissed off was Logan that he didn’t even realize that he had cum.
	Stacey was, though; gobs of fresh hot spunk squirted into her mouth almost filling it to capacity from the first blast.  There was a second and third squirt then the cum production tapered off.  Logan’s cock strangely remained hard.  Stacey sucked it dry and though it was repulsive to do, she swallowed the sperm and retched.
	Logan’s cum squirter plopped out of Stacey’s mouth; Dawn took it and masturbated it; Stacey held it, too; and rubbed it all over her face.  Logan was oblivious—he continued to seethe watching his sister being raped shouting thru his gag “I’ll fucking kill you!”

	The man paid no attention to the tied up teen boy’s threats and guided his manly manhood into the little girl’s already tortured fucked cunt.  Claudia Ki Chow continued to hold the girl’s leg; she could barely watch and found the act more than she could stand and began to heave.
	“If you throw up, bitch,” warned the Warden, “you’ll eat it up.” And he lashed her panty clad ass with a strop.  Claudia nearly came out of her skin and bolted upright in straight posture.  Her eyes bulged and body reeled in severe pain just from one smack from a barber’s strop.  She breathed hard in haughting breaths and before her tender ass could settle from the sting of the swat—another one landed followed quickly by another.

	Somehow Logan put his sister’s torment out of his mind and looked down.  For a moment he couldn’t put a name to the girl working his cock and wasn’t even aware of the naked girl against his backside.  He stared and stared and then the girl who was working his wanker mouthed “Stacey.”
	Stacey.  Stacey.  Weston?  Stacie Weston?  
	Logan blinked his eyes and stared—his mind was just about gone; what was going on about him, to his sister, to himself, to the others was becoming numb to him.  The girl playing with his penis knew it and above all else that WAS going on she felt sorry for Logan (losing his mind.)
	Getting Logan hard again was a difficult manner, but the Warden had told her so, “get him hard”.  Stacey would do anything the Warden said in order NOT to be beaten or mistreated in any way.  She sorta figured it probably didn’t matter—the Warden was a bastard and would do whatever the fuck he wanted to regardless.
	Probably.
	But getting Logan’s cum squirter hard again wasn’t easy.  It had cum and cum hard (in Stacey’s mouth) and remained stiff for a little bit before beginning to typically soften.  Stacey only managed to keep it from completely going flaccid and no matter how much she masturbated it the thing refused to fully stiffen.
	Dawn suggested that she “turn around”.  Stacey stood up, bent over, and Dawn handled the cock rubbing it against Stacey’s ass.  She guided Logan’s member all over with specific attention to Stacey’s hole.  That did it—Logan’s pud began to stiffen and becum hard.
	And when it HAD become sufficiently hard—it was guided into Stacey’s hole—with the help of Dawn’s guidance.  Dawn had to continue fondling the boy’s balls, masturbating him; rubbing his ass and pushing the cock into her best friend’s turd chute.

	Once Logan was “in” he began to pump.  All his concentration was on the act of butt fucking.  Dawn continued to hold his cock at the base, squeeze gently his already tormented testicles, caress his butt and even touch (on her own) his poop chute’s rim!  She did!  It was all in effort to maintain the boy’s stiffness and keep him in Stacey’s rectum.

	Claudia’s panties came down to her knees and the three inch wide strop usually found in old fashioned barber shops landed dramatically to the girl’s tender skinned ass.  Another swat smacked her just below her ass, another to her backside with the final to her ass again.
	Claudia was at the point of where she couldn’t stand it was screaming incoherently.  The man who had raped the little girl came up behind Claudia, pushed her down onto the table, pushed her clothes off of her legs then pushed her legs open as wide as possible.  Then he was up against her, his huge manhood against her searing ass—she couldn’t feel that due to the extreme tingling her skin was enduring.
	She did feel, though, the presence of his cock sliding up into her asshole.  She wasn’t a virgin there, though—but not by cock.  Not by cock of man, or boy.  She preferred candles, bananas, wooden spiraled bed posts, and doggie dick.  
	Doggie dick?
	Yep, doggie dick.
	Oh!

*
Escape!
(sorta)
Prelude to escape
	Every time the door opened the gang braced with the unknown and unexpected.  The gang was getting used to the unexpected, though; at one time the return of Michael came to be; then Sara and then a boy who had obviously been very well tortured (but not sexually…)
	Michael spilled what had happened to him, so did Sara.  Both, though, were not so enthused to do so as it meant reliving the horror they had been thru.  Of course, Hanna and Howie and the others had had their share of torture—sexual and otherwise.  
	The teen boy who had been brought in didn’t reveal anything that had happened to him—he curled up against the far wall being unsocialable.  His wrists and ankles were horribly rent; as was his backside.  Sara gave his name, “Logan.”

	“We’ve GOT to get out of here.” declared Hanna.
	“We need a plan.” Dana said in a mere whisper.
	“A BETTER plan.” added Molly.
	Howie said nothing but involuntarily twitched and clenched.
	“I think we just have to wait for an opportunity.”
	Molly nodded, “Sounds good.” 
	Hanna just hoped there WAS an opportunity and that they weren’t all dead by then.  There was silence thereafter, waiting.  Occasionally there was a whimper from Michael.  Sara slowly made her way to him.  At first he turned his side/back to her—but then relented and was cuddled.
	Molly looked to Hanna, “we’ve gotta get outta here.”

*

	In the cool of the evening there was sweat.  Droplets of sweat trickled down his neck annoying the small tiny hairs there.  His life was in turmoil, tospy-turvy and all else confusing.  It was over the top.  What had he gotten himself into?  There was no stopping, it was a runaway rollercoaster.  There was the occasional thought of perhaps maybe—maybe using his unique EMAD-like abilities against the one who was pulling him further and further into absolute insanity.  
	But that thought was erased quickly as in no way did he wish to become a prisoner—a prisoner like those in Cary Andrews’ underground prison slash dungeon.  It would be a huge breech of trust—both ways.  But somehow—somehow he had to curb his involvement.  Cary had an EMAD, it was lacking a great deal of umph to do what he wanted and so he relied on young Andy to acquire new prisoners and control the ones he had.
	Associates Mitch and Mike were also in over their heads but only Mike seemed to have the only reservations—as he had a large young family and if it should ever be discovered his involvement with Cary and his dungeon—then his life would surely be over.
	Bid his time.  It boiled down to biding his time, finding the right time where he could either sever his relationship with the Dungeon Master, or something else.  Something else?  Casually he wondered if he could fake losing his EMAD-like abilities.  Would Cary buy it?  Not likely.  Cary was smart and not one to be trifled with—or lied to.
	Andy thought better of it and hoped for a new plan, a better idea, something—anything.  He closed his eyes, farted, and waited.

	Cary showed up finally and the two began making way to Andy’s car.  There were dozens of young lovelies at Andy’s church; all were possibilities, delectable, desirable.  Many had already been dealt with albeit briefly or for an hour or so in secret.  
	Cary was curious about the young congregation and liked to accompany Andy on occasion.  It unnerved Andy, though; it was just getting more and more impossible.  Every girl of every age was a potential prisoner.  Andy saw every girl naked, tied up, legs spread, and drenched in cum.  Girls as young as three years old to teen years.  Andy’s desire was only to see them naked and to fuck them, spank, and get off in their mouths.  Cary’s desires went a little further than that…
	Andy’s church had as many as four parking lots; a main lot, a lot beside the church left and right, and one located behind the church.  Security was a big thing, electronic and patrolling.  Security, though, was no match for one equipped with EMAD-like abilities.
	Andy was making for his car when Andy nudged him and nodded to something of interest.  Andy turned his attention to the “something of interest”.  Sharon Daking.  She was in her upper forties, a little chubby but not overly so.  She was friendly as all get out, played the church piano, large breasts, nice butt.
	Andy and Cary sidestepped to a large oak to be inconspicuous while Andy made detail observations.  Sharon was in the company of her two granddaughters she and her husband were raising due to the incompetency of their son to raise them in a clear wholesome no drug/booze invironment.
	Well, no drugs anyway.
	The girls were twelve and thirteen and were also a little chubby.
	They were a good family and appeared to be very religious.  Know that saying “appearances can be deceiving”?  Andy had long suspected all was not quite as it appeared with the Daking family.  For one thing, there was the Grandpa, he worked a lot and didn’t often attain services; but when he did he was in the band—a small church band, playing the electric guitar, acoustic guitar and/or the electric bass.  He had a deep resounding voice and sang some decent songs.  When attending the church functions Andy noted the overly affection he had for his granddaughters; lots of touching, hugging, petting, with an occasional glance to the girls’ butts.
	The man also had an affinity to be checking the other girls of the church.  Andy had the man, the family, on his “list” to check them out, he just hadn’t had time to get to them.  Until now.

	The Daking family had a small pickup of which Jim used almost exclusively to and from work; the also had a late model car of which was nearly always constantly breaking down.  By assessment, Andy determined that the car was once more disabled.  
	“The car disabled?” Cary asked.
	“Yep.”
	“Maybe we ought to help.” Then, “It’s the Christian thing to do, aint it?”
	Andy nodded and sighed, “Yeah, sure is.” His relationship with the Warden was growing thin.  They stepped out from behind the great oak and slowly encroached upon the stranded Christians.

	Sharon grew a little tense as the two men approached, but relaxed when she saw that it was Cary and Andy.
	“Everything alright?” Cary asked calmly upon nearing.
	“The battery’s dead,” Sharon replied, “it’s being charged but it takes awhile.”  Sharon one of those fancy in-car chargers due to it was cheaper than the battery the car needed.
	The girls, Tammie and Savannah, seemed to have been up to something and were overly nervous about being “almost caught.”  Almost caught.  Andy’s ear implant picked up the bare whispered words and knew something was up.  
	Though he wanted to know what he had almost caught the girls doing, he was reluctant ‘cause of Cary’s presence.  The man would enjoy surely having the three naked pleasing him sexually in all kinds of ways, but then—then he would most likely like to add them to his collection.
	Where would it end?  
	Be that as it may, despite Sharon having the latest equipped EMAD detectors and preventors, EMAD disruptors, Andy Donaldson overwhelmed her anyways.  Tammie and Savannah, too.  Before proceeding with anything further, “What were you doing?”  “Were you being naughty?”
	Answer:  Yes.
	Hmmm, ‘k; “Are you naughty with each other?”
	Answer:  Yes, oh yes, yes.
	“Uhm, is Grandpa naughty with you?  You naughty with your Grandpa?”
	Yeppers, that’s a big ten-roger.
	“And Grandma knows?”
	Double yep.
	Cool.  Then let the games begin!

	“Take off your clothes.”
	Just like that!  It was late, the hour was, and the parking lot basically empty.  The security cams were usually and mainly active during church hours with other security camera on situated at the front of the building and inner courtyard/foyer.  A roving security guard there was but nothing of consequence.
	Sharon easily disrobed, Andy eyed her, checked the area for security’s sake then began undressing himself.  Andy discovered that Tammie had a dildo—in her.  She and her sister had been fooling around being naughty on church property.
	Probing their minds Andy learned that they were engaged sexually with their Grandpa—also with their Grandma.  Grandpa Jim was in his early 50s; deep baritoned voice, friendly (very), and was a local truck driver.  
	“Does he fuck you?” Andy wanted to know of Tammie (and Savannah.)
	Answer:  Yes.
	“In the ass?”
	Answer:  Yes.  In the ass, in the mouth, in the cunt.  Jim was “fixed” and barely produced cum.  He was a porn addict on the computer and once had a fellow friend come over and have sex with the girls—they were under ten years young at the time, too!
	The information put Andy into horny mode.  He got the girls to strip naked with Tammie laying out in the backseat of the family car.  Sister Savannah laid out on top of her in the typical sixty-niner position.  Then, while Sharon watched, church friends Andy and Cary had their way.
	But unlike the prisoners in Cary’s dungeon, Sharon wasn’t really “aware” of what was going on with her or happening to her granddaughters.  Not that it would really matter…
	Andy stepped up and put his teenhood into Savannah’s mouth.  He got her to work his cock, play with his balls, and suck the life out of his cock—just like she did with her Grandpa!
	Then, hooking her sister’s legs in the open door and back of the front seat, Andy eased his slobbered on cock into Tammie’s cunt.  Behind her, Cary was drilling Savannah’s cunt while getting his balls sucked on from the sister beneath.
	Andy found Tammie’s poon deliciously tight—though Grandpa fucked it he didn’t fuck it “all the time”.  He settled for getting off in her mouth with an occasional hump in her pussy and asshole.  Andy found great pleasure in Tammie’s cunt; he pulled out a time or two and stuffed her sister’s mouth then plunged back into Tammie’s cunt until the end.

“When things seem bad; it’s just an illusion.  Really, it’s much worse.”
	The three bed cell room was getting crowded.  Already present was Hanna, Molly, Dana, Kenny, Howie, Donny, Beth, and Michael, and Sara.  Three to a bed basically.  The embarrassment of being naked and having to go to the bathroom in front of everyone was becoming less and less embarrassing.  
	One night (or day) while laying on his bed, Kenny found by messing with the bed frame a loose piece of metal.  What its function was wasn’t clear, but it was located inside the bed rail and once it was broken off—and very muchly frightened the youth, it was found that it could be replaced without trouble.
	Hanna watched him.  “What is it?” she asked.
	“I dunno.” Kenny returned.  It was a weapon.  A sharp pain came to his fingers and he found that he had slit the tips of his fingers as well as down the side of his fore finger down to the meat of his hand, that space between the fingers and the thumb.
	A weapon.
	Kenny began to formulate a plan.

	They weren’t sure for certain how long they had been incarcerated, but after Michael and Sara had been put in with them Howie once more attempted to determine time.  Without daylight or any time keeping device there was only the “hard way.”  And that was painstakenly counting the time.  First the seconds “One thousand One, One thousand Two, One thousand Three--” and so on.  Sixty seconds was an hour.  Make a mark/scratch on the wall or floor then count again.
	Helping keep time was the drip-drip of water from the shower spigot from the wall.  The water dropping was in time with the counting of the seconds.  Enough seconds and someone made a scratch, enough scratches was an hour, more scratches were more hours.
	Finally there was calculated a day.
	Feeding times were erratic and not timely.
	Michael was unsociable, embarrassed to the highest degree as repeatedly on the television screen was revealed his doings with Linda and Catey.  But it was understood by his cell mates that he had not acted on his own.  Sara, too, was displayed engaging immorally with Jackie and Skyler as well as a teen boy.  Regardless, it embarrassed Michael and he kept to himself.

	So far, the kids didn’t have to return to their sex romps with one another.  They hadn’t been told to do so after Michael and Sara had been placed with them.  The boys didn’t have hard-ons but just occasionally—it was hard not get hard with lovely young lassies wandering about in their skin.
	Watching the said lovelies poop, though, was not too thrilling and usually a cock downturn.  No one liked having to go so openly to the bathroom, but so far they were getting away with rinsing their dirtied assholes without help from one of the others.
	Suddenly the cell door opened.  Everyone froze and watched as the Warden (alone) came in.  He was clothed and didn’t look well—not in the since of being sickly or such, but in the since of being unhappy.  And that was bad—if the Warden was unhappy—EVERYONE was unhappy.
	He motioned to Michael.
	“Oh God,” pleaded Hanna, “wont you please leave him alone?”
	“Hasn’t he done enough?” added Dana.
	The girls got stern hard looks from the man.  They shut up and clung to themselves watching sadly as once more Michael was taken out of the room.
	“He’s going to kill him,” said softly Hanna, “I just know it.”

	Michael could hardly walk, he felt the same way as Hanna thought.  In the gloom setting of the dungeon he saw an open cell door.  According to what light there was—it was empty.  So was another cell room.  Just before the “torture” room there was another room, Michael had been in it before with Sara.  He went into again.
	Sara was not within but another boy was about Michael’s age.

	“Hey, something’s happening,” said Molly, “on the TV.”
	The screen flickered and there was Michael with another boy.  The other boy was clothed and looked to be about Michael’s age.  Half a minute or so passed before the second boy began undressing.  Howie looked away, he knew where it was going to lead.  He went back to try counting time, ever since the clock had been taken away for a reason not disclosed to them, Howie had been obsessed with time keeping.
	The others, though, seemed glued to the goings on in the cell room.
	The other boy, Randy “Chip” Masterson, stripped down to his tidy-whiteys and then stood up with hands to his sides.  Michael came up close to him, then dropped to his knees and pulled Chip’s underwear down.  Chip’s dick was shriveled up in normal mode.

	The boy had nice brown hair, a sweet boyish look about him, average size in body for a boy of twelve.  He stared blankly down to the boy who had pulled his underwear down.  Then he was more blank as the other boy “Michael” began playing with his dick.
	Chip was awed—even he himself didn’t play with it—just washed it and peed.  Under duress, though, he did admit (to the unseen Warden just out of sight from the camera and the “viewing audience”) Chip reluctantly admitted to occasionally finding pleasure in pleasuring himself.
	Chip was aghast when the simple “playing” went to the next level.
	Michael was familiar—too familiar—with the goings on of oral pleasure.  He didn’t particularly care for it but it beat a beating.  He worked Chip’s dick into a semi hard mode, fondled the boy’s balls, caressed his ass, then “went down” on the cock.
	Chip’s cock DID surge.  He couldn’t help it.  All his nominal “playing” with himself never got his young pud to become so “excited”.  Michael was good—although he didn’t want to admit it.  He just went with the motion, didn’t think about what he was doing and bobbed his head up and down the average size twelve year old cock.
	Michael sucked and sucked and sucked.  The balls were fondled—fondled—fondled.  The ass was rubbed, caressed, smoothed over until young never-had-his-cock-sucked-before Chip began to feel a strange sensation in his sex.  He had never cum before.
	Michael sucked and sucked and got a mouthful of fresh hot boy cum.
	One huge massive fresh from the balls sperm.  It blasted straight to the back of Michael’s throat coating his still intact tonsils.  He retched and gagged some but swallowed the fresh hot ball juice and continued sucking to fully drain the cock as per instructed to do so by none other than the Warden.

	The girls watched, the boys didn’t.  The girls were awed, the boys repulsed.  Beth had to ask “why’s he doing that?” to wit Molly returned, “he’s not doing it on his own.” she still didn’t get it, Beth Arny was a little dense on some matters.	
	“That dickhead bastard is making him do it.” Dana piped.
	“Is it going to be like this all the time?” Beth asked then.
	Sara sitting on the floor by a bed not watching the antics of Michael nodded, mostly to herself, “Yeah, probably so.”  Beth began to sob, again.

	Michael stood, still was reeling sickly from giving head and receiving goo.  Neither did he care for, but there was more to do that he would care for even less.  For incidence; standing up facing Randy “Chip” Masterson and embracing one another.
	From the embrace came the ass fondling—which wasn’t so bad.
	It was the lip lock that was.
	The boys pressed their naked bodies together and involved themselves in some serious kissing.  Neither boy had ever-ever kissed before—not a lip lock.  Aunt Grace, Cousin Lori, and their Moms, yes.  But to a regular girl?  
	So they kissed and felt a little about doing so.  And though Chip’s dick had just cum off and as per the norm would begin to soften—it got raging hard.  Raging.  Hard!
	The boys caressed one another’s backside.
	There was a pause after the kissing.  The Warden came into the scene and Chip backed up against the wall shaking his head No.
	“Not good.” said Kenny.
	“I got a bad feeling about this.” added Hanna.
	“He’s doomed.” added Sara.
	Not particularly Chip, though.  The boy was grabbed by the elbow and pulled out of the room.  Sara and Hanna, Howie, Kenny, all of them closed their eyes and felt ill.  They knew what was going to happen.
	And they’d be wrong.
	It wasn’t Chip who would receive punishment.
	There were as many as six cell rooms in the dungeon.  Three of the six were unoccupied.  One was the designated Torture Room.  Upon entering the Torture Room, Chip nearly lost his ability to breathe and live for on a table was his missing little sister, Linda.
	Logan’s little sis, Catey, was there, too.  The girls were in peril; both were other than being naked, were on their backs tied by thin black rope.  Their arms were stretched out above their heads with the rope securing them to a iron ring in the nearby wall.  Their legs were tied together with their knees over an iron rod angling their feet to where they were even in more peril.
	The Warden secured Chip to a post, the same post another boy had been familiar with earlier.  Then, calmly, the Warden took up a small diameter stick and swacked it against the bottom of Linda’s bare feet.
	The child screamed and so did Chip.
	Another swack landed to the girl’s feet then to her bare thighs.  Chip was out of his mind and like the previous boy, rubbing his wrists raw trying to break free and get to his sister.

	Thankfully, the torture to Linda stopped before serious injury.  The Warden stepped up to the highly distraught Chip and smacked the boy’s bare ass with the stick.  Then, brought the stick up cinching the boy’s balls.
	“You WILL comply with my desires.” 
	Chip was frightened, angered, and in great pain.  He nodded Yes.

*

	“Do you think he’s watching us?”
	“Why?  Probably.”
	“Do something.”
	Hanna looked to him, “What?  What are you up to?”
	Howie smiled and very-very carefully revealed to her a wire.
	“Where did you get that?” she asked in a bare whisper.
	Howie repositioned himself on the bed laying down with head at the wall.  Hanna nonchalantly sat with her shoulders to the opposite bed and watched as Howie lifted up the thin mattress revealing the inner workings of the mattress support.  There were springs and wires making up the support.
	“Wow.” then, “Soooo, what?”  Hanna needed clarity.
	“A trip wire.” Howie said.  Only this—and nothing more!

	There wasn’t as much cum as there had been before, but then again, he had been cumming off a lot lately, too.  Engaging sexually with another dude was gross.  Really-really gross.  Cocksucking he guessed was the worst, with kissing right behind.  Ball sucking, rim jobbing, came in just as close.  
	Chip was returned to the cell where Michael was.  He wasn’t pleased, happy, or anything in the nature of being calm.  He was heartbroken and deeply concerned for his little sister.  His mind was lambasted as he couldn’t understand what was happening or why.
	There was only to “do” what was told of him/them and thusly avoid unpleasantries.  Cocksucking was gross—but a necessary thing to do to please the Warden/Tormentor.  Chip seriously didn’t care for putting his lips to Michael’s cock and less did he care for “sucking” said cock.
	Ball washing wasn’t too pleasant, either.
	Chip suckled Michael’s testicle sac after nearly five minutes of sucking his dick.  Michael didn’t cum.  He tried but it just wasn’t there.  He feared a beating but hoped that he had gotten away with fooling the Warden with his antics of “shooting” into Chip’s mouth.  

 	There was no evidence to support the antics but it looked good anyways.  (and Chip retched enough to substantiate a plausible happenstance of receiving sperm in his mouth.)  
	“Suck his balls.” the Warden said after Michael seemingly creamed off into Chip’s mouth.  As stated, Chip was less enthused about ball washing than cock sucking, but for the safety sake of his sister, and that other girl, he engulfed Michael’s nut sac and suckled.
	He caressed Michael’s ass while he did so and Michael’s cock went hard up against Chip’s face.  Chip retched and gagged all the way—Michael just got hard(er).
	“Alright,” the Warden said, “turn around.” and bend over.
	Michael sighed and turned around, and bent over, presenting his ass for Chip to admire (and lick out.)  Rim jobbing really had to be one of the more lesser likes.  Licking a guy’s asshole, or even a girl’s, was beyond words to describe in distaste.  Luckily, for the rimmer, the rimmee hadn’t had a bowel movement in awhile and was “clean.”  But regardless, it was an asshole.
	Chip had to close his eyes when flicking his tongue to Michael’s hole.  Michael held his cheeks open wide and was disgusted about being rimmed as well.  Chip licked and was almost to the point of hurling when he was finally told to stop.
	The boys went to the lone bed where Chip laid out on the bed, width wise, ass on the edge.  Then he brought his legs up, bending his knees and bringing them near to his shoulders.  Michael went to his knees and before anything else—licked the Chip’s asshole, drizzled some spittle onto the hole, then began finger fucking the hole.
	Neither boy cared for that action; the Warden did, though.  He slowly stripped off his clothes; then, taking his favored belt lashed Michael’s ass and back of his legs.  After the lashing (three to the ass and two to the legs) Michael replaced his finger with his cock.
	Chip’s eyes bulged, mouth undulated, mind going—going—gone.
	Michael had a little difficulty penetrating the boy’s virgin hole despite the glob of spit to smooth the way and the pre-fuck fingering.  And it wasn’t so much as Chip’s virgin exit hole as it was Michael’s over fucked cock.  It just didn’t have the strength to do the deed.
	So he got more ass lashing until he managed to get into Chip’s hole and drive all the way in.  Then the fucking began with an occasional lashing “just because.”

	Michael fucked as good as he could deriving not much pleasure from doing so.  His cock was pretty much fucked out and desensitized.  His mind too muddled he couldn’t think straight and thusly was losing strength of his cock to continue maintaining a good hump.
	Then he thought of Sara.  Sara.  And Linda.  And Catey.  Hanna, too.  The images of the girls naked, legs open, pussy open for viewing put strength back to his cock and he began to slam Chip’s virgin turd way striving to attain that marvelous elusive goal.
	And he did just two minutes later.  He never minded (or paid attention) to the lashing he had received.  His cock delivered a glorious amount of goo and it was marvelous.  Michael plowed hard, straining and humping quickly like a rapid dog or normal bunny.  His freshly washed balls slapped hard against Chip’s body, too; and Michael thought he smelled smoke?
	Exhausted, Michael barely had any energy left but he was prompted to “move up” on Chip’s heaving body.  Michael complied and only then began to become aware of the stinging to his backside.  He positioned himself onto Chip’s dick, wriggled his ass and helped guide the member in.  Michael’s hole was a little more forgiving—which was good ‘cause Chip’s dick was not very stiff and he had little in the way of visual aid to help him.
	Chip’s first sex was with a guy.  There were no words to describe the act; he was fucking—that much he knew.  He well enough understood that sex was between a boy and a girl, male/female.  The act of oral and anal was vague to him.  He wasn’t an avid masturbator and really only had recently begun to find the pleasures of self stimulation.  But for a brief moment, regardless of how vile the act was, cumming in a “hole” was better than cumming off in the hand.

The end is near
	Hanna was a little repulsed and felt a little ill to her stomach.
	Beside her, Molly, felt the same way.
	Dana was with them and—felt the same way, too.  The girls felt that way because Michael and Kenny were engaged in sex; so was Howie and Donny and Chip and Logan Gaston, too.  The boys were on the floor 69ing.
	Wendy Mitchell had been brought into the cell room, too.  She sat on one of the bunks with Beth and Sara totally aghast at watching the boys’ antics.  The boys’ antics would only aghast the girls even more when the boys had to engage in sodomy.  The boys weren’t too thrilled with the engagement, either.

	The Warden and another man with a teenage boy who was willing came in.  the “other man” some of the prisoners had seen—he was willing, too.  The Warden preferred Hanna and Sara.  The other man who Howie heard addressed as “Mitch”, preferred Molly, Beth, and Catey.  The willing teen boy had preference to Dana, Beth, Sara, and even little Linda.
	With Beth and Sara already dibbed on, it was of no matter—she had three holes.  While one was filled by the Warden or Mitch, the teen boy, heard to be addressed as “Andy”, happily entered one of the other available holes and happily humped away.
	There was no better sensation than to cum.
	Michael was becoming an avid seeker to cum.  He didn’t particular prefer to fuck a guy in the mouth or in the ass, or to jerk off onto the guy’s balls.  He didn’t care to suck cock and swallow cum; he didn’t care to lick butt hole or suck balls.  He liked to fuck, to sink his dick into a hole and get going.  He preferred a girl’s hole, her pussy specifically but in her mouth was pretty good with her asshole 3rd.
	His preferences?  He liked Sara.  Hanna, Molly, Dana, and Beth, too; and Wendy.  The two little girls he had boffed earlier were again with him and he tried not to become aroused with them.  (he was not aware that the others were aware of his naughty doings with little Linda and Catey.)
	All the boys had difficulties—they were fucked out.  Humping a hole whether a girl’s hole or a boy’s was just getting harder and harder to do.  That was ok, apparently; the Warden and his lackeys were at ease with viewing the forced sexual antics of the prisoners.  One by one the prisoners were taken out of the cell to another cell for privacy.
	It took a while—one by one.  Sometimes just one and then a long rest break.  Meals were still served and Hanna once more sneaked a tray under her bed.  She found that the tray she had been served actually was two stuck together.  So, when the Warden made the tray count, he would be none the wiser as the count would come out right in return.
	There seemed to be a downplay on the “rough stuff”; that was a plus, but Logan was still pissed and very pissed at the mistreatment to his sister.  Wendy wasn’t thrilled about the mistreatment to her little brother, Jack, either.  Accepting their fate, Logan and Wendy, was a toughie; but they did accept it somewhat as it beat being beaten (or mistreated) or seeing someone else mistreated due to their reluctance or outright refusal to participate.

Here it is…
	“You sure about this?”
	Howie nodded with a slight shrug of the shoulders, “We gotta try.”
	Hanna knew it, but still…
	Stifling a yawn she positioned herself with Dana and Molly; Kenny, Chip, and Michael standing before them—the girls sucked on the boys’ cocks while Howie secretly laid his plan.
	Using metal wire from the beds he carefully placed the length in a small trench he had painstakingly dug using a confiscated spoon.  It was a risk, a big risk.  Failure meant certain punishment.  Certain.  But they had to try—they had to.
	And for added insurance that the camera would be more concentrated on the prisoners’ antics than that of Howie, Logan was having a tryst with Wendy and Sara.  Wendy sucked on his cock while Sara sat on his face.  They where on the closet bed to the camera so in hopes that if would focus on them; at the end of the bed the others were busy sucking with Howie behind them somewhat blocked.  On the middle bed Donny buggered Beth.
	Kids Jackie and Catey were “engaged” sexually, too, with Skyler behind Catey humping up her butthole.  Little Linda was involved, too, fingering herself.
	Howie figure he didn’t have much time before the Warden (if he was watching) counted heads and noted that he wasn’t present or involved.  But he had a problem; the one end of the wire he could easily attach to the closest bed; but the other just barely made it to the water supply pipe that was the five foot shower.  Howie worried that it wouldn’t be strong enough to trip up the Warden.
	But he had to try—he had to.

	Beans.  Mashed beans with potatoes served in bowls with cornybread and a glass of milk.  It was typical fare and the kids were used to it—but not used to having to go the bathroom later so publicly (not too mention the farting.)
	The Warden was alone.  His lackeys hadn’t been seen in awhile, Howie gave up trying to determine time but it seemed like hours and possibly a day or two.  
	“What are you up to?” the Warden suddenly asked.  He looked right to Howie, too.
	Howie froze—this wasn’t good.  He knew, the fucked bastard knew.

	Howie shrugged and took a fright.  Trying to hide his fright didn’t work and he inadvertently kept checking on the hidden wire he had laid in the floor.  The Warden stepped to Howie who carefully backed up.  The Warden did look to the floor—but the lighting in the dungeon cell was seriously lacking.  
	It was then that from behind him Hanna came at him once more with the scarfed meal tray.  Wendy and Logan were there to “help”, along with the others in various capacities.  The Warden stared to Howie saying,
	“You’d better come clean, boy; you know what’s best for you.”
	“FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!” and he produced the “shank” he had fashioned from his bed.
	Of course the Warden managed to block the attempted stab; but it was then that Hanna and the others made their attack.
	“NOW!” shouted Howie.  
	Michael positioned with his back to the foot of the iron bed pushed with all his might shoving the bed to the wall—it had been pulled out some inches.  In doing so, the wire embedded secretly into the trench came up just enough—just enough to trip up the Intended.
	The Warden twirled and stumbled, crashing into Howie who got the worst of it—sorta.  The entire group jumped the Warden with various implements and he tried fending them off.  Howie fell away with damage to his chest/ribs.
	And then it happened.
	What?
	The Warden had Sara and was trying to wring her neck when Hanna slapped the man upside the head with the tray; he let go of Sara and she came up with the shank and without thought she shoved it into the man’s chest.
	Then, like Howie, fell away to grasp for air.
	The Warden stumbled about reacting as he should from being impaled.  He did manage to pull the shank out, a piece of angle iron that was a support piece from the underside of the iron bunk beds.  A gusher of blood gushed out of the man’s chest.  Wendy gave the man a mighty hurt with her foot pushing the man backwards.  He once more tripped over the wire which moved the bed.  The bed didn’t give much and Hanna charged the man screaming “ASSHOLE!”
	The Warden collided with the wall eyes bulging, blood gusher from his mouth.  He twitched, spurted, blinked his eyes excessively, then slid down to collapse on the floor.  
	“Holy shit!” blurted Chip.

	For a moment, a long moment, no one moved.  There were whimpers and Sara still struggled to breathe right.  Logan kicked the man’s legs—he didn’t move.  He squatted and moved the wire that the man was laying on.
	“Is-is he dead?” Molly asked.
	Yep.  Very.  Remember the spigot?  The shower lacked a shower head, it was just a spigot, a pipe of which water flowed.  The kids had to sometimes shove their assholes onto the three inch pipe angled from the supply pipe that ran up the cement wall.  The Warden’s head had hit that protruding pipe making a nice small diameter 8th hole in his head.
	Wow!  (the end)

Welcome to Fleaspeck

You’re not gonna believe this, but…
	He had the key.  He was different than the others met and encountered—and touched and invaded and…  The Subject was peculiar in his “abilities” and unless physic abilities and associative abilities were actually true.  But Dom didn’t think so.
	The Subject was the key.  He didn’t use an EMAD but had the ability to overwhelm others and make them engage in sordid activities that they normally wouldn’t do so.  Dom Dimitri had studied the young teen (Andy Donaldson) determining that there was no use of an EMAD.  But his abilities of overwhelming his family and others in his life suggested strongly that an EMAD was in use.
	Andy Donaldson was the key—hopefully, to Dom Dimitri’s return to human form.  For too long Dom had been aimlessly wandering.  He deeply regretted his bank job attempt that started the whole ordeal.  He hadn’t intended for it to go so far.  There was a fear that there might not be a way back (to human form).  For sometime he thought that he needed another EMAD, a stronger one than that of anyone who possessed one he had encountered thus far.
	Dom was tiring of his existence as an entity.  The time had come to become human again.  He longed to feel the ground beneath his feet, to eat and taste and feel refreshed from doing so.  Even to have a good healthy piss!  To be human.
	Andy, though, was seldom home.  He was a busy guy elsewhere.  His Mom was pregnant, so was his sister, Carol, who was merely twelve.  Oh!  There’s good news tonight!  Dom was about to make his introduction to young Andy when an overwhelming something overwhelmed him.  Dom couldn’t figure it but for a brief moment he found himself human!

	For a brief moment he could feel the tree he was near, could hear birds chirping, small the dog poo in the yard, and felt a breeze on his face.  Human—he was human once again!
	But briefly.
	The return to entity status unnervered him.  Andy wasn’t home, someone else somewhere in close vicinity had an EMAD, a powerful one at that.  Dom scanned the area seeking out the new key.  
	But it was gone.
	He knew it was there—somewhere.  But where?
	For a long while he lingered by the tree in the Donaldson yard.  Andy was gone “visiting” his remote friend.  No one else in the Donaldson home had an EMAD.  And as far as Dom knew, none of the neighbors did, either. That left the street, someone in a car passing by had in his/her possession an EMAD, a very powerful one.
	The decision of Left or Right plagued him; he saw a car going up the street, stop at the stop sign, then continue.  There was no cars anywhere (traveling) Left.  Dom focused on the Right traveling car and quickly made after it.
	Could it had been a fluke, though?  Could be.  Could have been a stray signal from some EMAD no where near Dom.  He was desperate, though, he wanted to be human and if chasing after every car in the neighborhood was necessary then he would do it.
	Of course, there were happenstances along the way.
	Of course!

	*Author’s Note:
	  “So ends Book 7 Series.  Book 8 Chapter 1 well in the works.  Continuing story with Dom Dimitri the Entity as well as the Prisoners from Cary’s Dungeon.  Plus!  The return of August Moone!  And a whole lot more!  See ya!”