August Moone Sagas
Book 8
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 8
Sinsations

Together we are one
	There was no better feeling than cumming.  Simple jerking off was one thing, actually cumming off inside a girl’s pussy was something else.  For sure.  When the ultimate moment came, his eyes fluttered, toes curled, tingling sensations swept up over his body all over and his hips began pumping madly as his cock strained inside the girl’s pussy.
	The girl beneath seemed to receive some of the joy of orgasm, too; she made noises and thrashed her legs about, arched her back, and undulated her body.
	When the final juts of orgasm blissfully peaked there was the sudden plummet of which virtually all strength was drained—for the guy.  Kyle collapsed onto Anna Sue but managed not to crush her and slid off with his cock still spewing some cum.  He knew that he wanted to do that some more.  Earlier on the bed while having to fuck his friend, Kara, he knew then that fucking was the way to go—but he would prefer it to be on his terms and not forced to do so by some fucked up mad man.
	“You okay?” Kyle asked of Kara.  He felt badly for having to fuck her, she was just ten years old, but—forced is forced.  Neither he or she wanted the wrath of the fucked up madman to come to themselves or to the others.
	Anna Sue lay still on the cool floor, her pussy tingling.  She wished she could finger it but her hands were cuffed behind her as well as to the eyelet screwed into the floor.  Her ankles, too, cuffed together.  
	“I’m going to be gone awhile, while I’m gone you will fuck.” The madman was sincere, he had used a two-inch wide strap to make his point with the assurance that if they DIDN’T fuck he’d lash the skin right off their ass.  Anna Sue and Kyle were sure about that.
	Kyle had to fuck Anna Sue.  “Pussy, Mouth, Asshole.”  And not necessarily in that order, but his CUM for sure had to be drenching those three places.  With Anna Sue cuffed as she was inside the big walk-in closet fucking her three places was going to be a toughie.
	There, too, was Kara, who had lost it.  She had gone quiet and was virtually mindless.  She was cuffed in a manner that was “hogtied” and lay still inside the closet as well.
	The floor of the closet was wood, there weren’t many clothes in the closet, some boxes and nylon suitcases; not much else.  There was a single shielded light in the closet, and there could be seen some red LED lights strategically placed in the corners up high.  The bedroom beyond was dark and the kids had no idea what time it was.
	Cold chicken, pieces of fudge, moon pies, sodas, bologna and cheese was in a small ice chest.  A large can was brought in, “if you gotta go, you go in this.” The can had a lid.
	Anna Sue lay still thrashing her legs together trying to satiate her tingling cum drenched cunt.
	“What’s the matter?” Kyle asked.
	Anna Sue didn’t know how to explain.  Kyle had recovered some strength and sat up.  Her body was young, sweaty, and he never in his life thought that he would ever be screwing a girl younger than he.  Looking to Kara he felt badly for her; the madman had raped her, hoisted her legs up and beat her ass with his hand and belt, then raped her again.
	Kyle himself after initially fucking her had to spank her, eat her pussy out, then sit on her face while the madman fucked her again.  He was amazed at how Anna Sue was taking the whole event better than Kara.  
	“Can you do something for me?” Anna Sue finally blurted asking.
	“Sure, anything.”
	“Finger me.”
	Anna Sue wriggled and thrashed her hips about in some agony, even so after Kyle began fingering her pussy.  He put his body up against her and got his fingers down to where he could somewhat satisfy her.  
	Anna Sue made pleasing sounds and her young body settled.
	Pussy, Mouth, Asshole.  He had done her Pussy…
	After several minutes of fingering Anna Sue’s cunt Kyle’s cock was stiff and ready to go again.  He waited, though, a little embarrassed; “drench their holes with your cum.” And you wont get your flesh stripped off of you.
	Pussy, Mouth, Asshole.
	“Sooooo, do you want to--”
	“What?”
	Kyle gulped.  This wasn’t easy.
	“You have to, I mean, that fucker, that man, he said-said that we had to, I-I had to--”

	“In my butthole and mouth, I know.”
	Kyle sighed, “Yeah, I-I’ve already done--”
	“My pussy.”
	Kyle blushed and fidgeted, his cock was stiff and aching.  Anna Sue twisted her body facing away from him, her hands wriggled and fingers finally gripped his cock.
	“I-I don’t know how I’m supposed to-to get you behind.”
	Anna Sue thought about it a moment or so and then simply pulled a cheek the best she could with her confined wrists.  “How about now?”
	Kyle, who only had his ankles secured, poked and prodded Anna Sue’s asshole.  The madman had fucked her asshole, Kyle had been forced to doggie-style fuck her, too.
	There still was resistance, though, but with pre-cum lubing up the rim and dire determination penetration was a done deal.  Kyle placed a hand onto the girl’s hip while the other supported him.  Anna Sue arched her body just so so as the horrid deed could be done and done with.
	It took a little longer to “get off” porking Anna Sue’s backdoor; Kyle didn’t know why but figured ‘cause it was too soon after cumming off into her pussy.
	“Does it hurt?” he asked her recalling how incredibly uncomfortable it had been when the madman fucked HIM up the ass.
	“Kinda.”
	“Sorry.” then, “I’ll stop.” 
	“NO!  Keep going until you’re done!”
	Kyle had stopped but then continued until he was done.
	Rivers of cum spewed out of Anna Sue’s asshole, Kyle’s cock had steam wafting about it and it hadn’t died out immediately as it usually did.  There was, too, a kind of odd “funk” in the air—with the slight hint of poo smell.  Kyle realized then that getting off into Anna Sue’s mouth was probably something that should have been done first.  Too late now…

Five Finger Discounts
	Undercover agents, visible agents (with badge, handcuffs, communication equipment, cap that reads in bold yellow letters SECURITY, store electronic deterrents, merchandise devices, too—all worked and worked well but there were still those who chose to “help themselves” and buck the system.
	Wyndel understood that it was mostly (and mainly) that in the business of Loss Prevention there were those who simply chose to see what they could get away with as opposed to those who were in desperate needs.

	Wyndel had seen many people in his line of work who had actual legit reasons for palming certain items—to feed their children, themselves, or make their lives a little better at someone else’s expense.  
	There, too, were those that stole “simply fucking because.”
	And others were put up to stealing.

	There were many methods at preventing loss of merchandise, most worked.  But there were a few that managed to elude the best efforts.  And even those who did were “observed” doing so.
	Such as was the case for Carl Jr.
	Carl Jr. (CJ), though, was not entirely at fault, he was one who was “put up” to ye olde 5-finger discounting by several of his pals who surrounded him.  Well, that was until two Loss Prevention Agents came lumbering their way.  All but CJ managed escape.  The boy, thirteen, was taken into custody immediately and brought to Wyndel’s office.

	At first appearances he didn’t look the average “thief.”  He was clean cut, cowboy boots, western wear, short buzz cut, red head.  A nice smile, when he smiled, and a generally all-around good looking kid.  He wasn’t the average thief, not a thief at all—from the video and Wyndel’s assessment, CJ had been put up to palming the CDs and CD player.  
	“You’re in a lot of trouble.” Wyndel said.
	The boy knew it and was scared, petrified.
	“What’s going to happen is I’m going to call your folks, then the police.  One or the other will show up first to deal with you.  Hopefully if you’re lucky it will be the cops.” Wyndel offered a smile to the frightened youth, CJ didn’t see anything to smile about.
	“Beings as this is Friday, you’ll spend the weekend in the downtown detention facility, then transferred Monday to the regular Juvy Hall.” Wyndel paused as he made scribbling marks on some paper and picked up the telephone.
	“Judge Hang-Em-All will probably see you on Tuesday--” 
	At that point young CJ was in tears.  For thirteen and being a boy it was a bad deal.  “Please don’t call my parents.”
	“But I got to, boy, you stole something and now you’ve got--”
	“But they’ll kill me, my Dad’s a preacher, I-I--”
	Wyndel went into a speech of “what about the Merchant” spiel for several minutes; all the while young CJ wriggled in his chair shaking terribly.

	Then, “I’ll do anything if you don’t.” (call my parents)
	Wyndel smiled.  The proverbial meltdown—and the opportunity of a scoundrel.  Wyndel placed the phone back and leaned back in his chair, brooding.
	“Well,” he drawled, “maybe we can work something out.”
	CJ gulped and nodded his head hopefully, “Yeah, yeah, sure, anything.” Careful when make agreements with the Devil…

	“Come around here.” 
	On trembling legs CJ got up out of his chair and made his way around the metal desk.  He had explained about his new friends he had just met at his new school and all he had to do to be a part of their social group was to do a simple 5-finger discount.  All he had to do was get the goods and go out of the store and show his “buddies” the ill-gotten goods, then he could go back in and replace the items and that was that.
	As soon as the Agents showed up and his “buddies” scrammed, CJ knew that he had been had.  He was so naïve it was pathetic.  With his Dad a new minister in town it wasn’t good for the minister’s son to be caught red handed shoplifting.  So “anything” could very well mean “anything.”
	From the bottom drawer of his desk Wyndel pulled out a paddle.
	CJ knew what that was for.  He sighed, gulped, and clenched his butt.
	“Ok,” Wyndel said, he nodded to get across to the boy to “assume the position across the man’s lap.  Wyndel was smiling and before landing the first swats checked the special monitor that checked the goings on in his closet at home.
	All was well, Kyle sat on Anna Sue’s chest with his pud in her mouth.

	SWAT!  SWAT!  SWAT!  
	The heat could be felt from CJs ass, Wyndel caressed it as the boy squirmed, then; “Stand up.”
	CJ hoped that it was over.
	Not quite.
	“That’s half of them.” 
	CJ almost groaned.
	“Take ‘em down.”
	CJs eyes bulged, ‘oh shit.’ 
	There seemed to be no stopping himself, though, he tried to just keep his hands to himself but suddenly found himself undoing his jeans and tugging them down.  The boy wore tidy-whiteys.  

Things that make you go “AHHHHH”
	He didn’t think he could cum anymore, but that’s what you get for thinking.  Anna Sue was a good sport, extremely good; after unloading his love cream up her butthole he rested, he didn’t have a choice; his body and cock were spent and he laid out on his backside almost in agony.
	“I gotta pee.” Anna Sue announced.
	Kyle sat up, “Oh shit.”
	“No, pee.”
	Kyle got the can for her, Anna Sue sat up and Kyle positioned the can beneath.  Surprisingly the girl who was usually Prim & Proper, shy & demure; hailed from a good up bringing; never cursed, seldom farted or belched; wore the best clothes, and so on and so forth, shirked her shyness and released her bladder.
	She also ripped a narly butt blast.
	It cracked Kyle up and embarrassed Anna Sue, but she smiled and then giggled same.  She was thankful that she didn’t have to poop, though.  When she had finished, Kyle had a boner…

	Pussy, Mouth, Asshole.  
	Kyle had pegged her Pussy, that was one.  Her Asshole he had plumbed and that was two.  All that was left was her Mouth.  Taking a glance to the LED lights in the corners Kyle sighed.  Anna Sue had them pointed out to her (“they’re like spies, video camera things.”)
	“So he’s watching us?” she whispered.
	“Yeah.”
	Kyle moved the can and Anna Sue laid back down sighing herself.
	Kyle sat on his knees stroking himself.
	“Is it clean?” Anna Sue asked.
	It wasn’t, not exactly.  Kyle looked around, stood up and to Wyndel’s amusement wiped his dirty schlong on some spare clothes hanging from the closet pole!  
	“Is now.” Kyle said with a grin.  It still needed to be washed and Anna Sue wished that could be so.  He settled down onto Anna Sue’s chest, his cock hard as ever.  For some reason he checked over his shoulder to take a glance at Kara.  She was curled up tight at the other side of the closet.  He would have to do her, too—Pussy-Mouth-Asshole.

	Rubbing his ass he moved his prick up to Anna Sue’s mouth.  Failure to comply would result in extreme pain.  He had already suffered a great deal from an earlier incident—when he took advantage of leaving the bedroom.  He had gotten as far as the front room, the door was heavy and locked several different ways.
	By the time he had figured it out that he wasn’t going out the front door and made for the kitchen door, the strange nude madman had found him.  Right then Kyle went to the floor wriggling in incredible pain.  Then he was put over the arm of a dark green sofa and whipped.  
	There was a belt and then the use of the hand—followed by an outrageous butt fucking.  Then, he was electrified.  Kyle didn’t know what the device was, but it was handheld and had terrible amounts of electrical energy (handheld cattleprod).  The silver iodized prongs were pressed to Kyle’s balls and turned on.
	Kyle puked.  He lay in a fetal position and was unable to function for almost an hour.  Then he was spanked with a table tennis paddle until he nearly passed out.  This time his ankles were locked together and he was diaper-baby spanked—that is the Spankee is placed at one end of a sofa, ass up on the overstuffed arm, and his/her ass spanked by the Spanker until the said Spanker gives out.
	Then Kyle’s fiery bum was fucked again.
	Followed by having to straddle an ottoman, hands down on the floor.  The use of the paddle, a belt, bare hand, and a fireplace poker was used until Kyle puked again and nearly choked.  His ass was then fucked while it burned and bled.
	“If you ever do that again,” breathed hard the madman into Kyle’s ear, “I’ll have you tied up tight so as you can watch the girls get the same treatment.”
	Kyle nearly fainted.  In no way did he want to see Kara or the other girl get mistreated because of him.  He nodded that he would not try escaping again.

	His balls were stretched out against Anna Sue’s chest, the head of his cum squirter pressed against her lips.  Though “wiped clean”, it still retained some funk to it.  Anna Sue, though, sighed, closed her eyes, and put her lips about the funky stiffy.
	She farted, too.

	Kyle’s eyes rolled back into his head, it was a whole new unique sin-sation having his cock sucked.  He liked it.  A lot!  It wasn’t that Anna Sue Mertlle was an expert cocksucker or anything, just a natural.  She was repulsed by having to do the deed, but it the punishment for not doing so prompted her to do so.
	There was the retching, gagging, and almost hurling—‘specially when the spunk spew spewed into her mouth and down her throat.  And there was a lot of it, too!  And once it got going there was no stopping.  Kyle leaned forward to get the angle of the dangle of fucked Anna Sue’s mouth until he was well spent--well spent.
	
Warm Sensations
	With his pants down the protective layer of denim was gone and the thin layer of cotton was no protection at all.  But the humility (and indignant discomforting pain) was far better than going to jail, for an entire weekend; then of course there was his minister father to deal with.  So the option of bearing all and taking abuse to his ass won out of the embarrassment.
	At thirteen, CJ could only remember being whooped when he was a young’un, seven or eight or so.  But not since.  He was a good boy, he didn’t cuss, didn’t smoke (anything), didn’t drink.  He was a normal kid in the sense that he jerked off and had horny sexual feelings for girls—AND one guy!  (more on that later…)
	The swats lashed his ass beyond his comprehension in almost a furious manner.  His toes curled, ass tightened, and he began to choke.  One after the other in a quickening progression of increased torture the swats came lashing until finally...
	“Okay, stand up.”
	Easier said than done.
	CJ was balling, sniveling, and his ass was on fire.  He needed several minutes to get himself together.  During that time he was “probed”.
	‘Like little girls?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Like to see little girls—naked?’
	A short pause with mixed emotions that upset the true answer.
	‘See little girls in their panties?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Jerk off?’
	‘Y-yes.’
	‘Think about girls when you beat off?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Little girls?’
	Another pause, then, ‘Sometimes.’
	‘Virgin?’
	‘Yes.’
	‘Want to fuck your Mom?’
	‘NO!’
	‘Teacher?’
	‘Ms. Kallen.’
	‘Every girl at your school?’
	‘Almost.’
	‘If you could get naughty with a little girl, somewhere private and no one would know and she was willing, would you?’
	A big gulp and a lot of considering.  A shrug and a Not Sure conveyed, then, ‘Maybe.’
	‘How old the “little girls” you know, considering?’
	Courtney Beel was eight, Shawnra Gibbons was eight, Tabitha Longly was seven, Jessica Maltrigger was a mere five.  All girls went to his Dad’s church and he saw their underwear as they squirmed in their seats and played in the park by the church.
	‘So if you could get away with it, and the girls were willing, you’d press your cock against them; between their legs, against their ass?’
	‘I-I guess so.’
	The boy had potential.
	Moments passed, the sting to his ass was still great and beyond the sensation of merely “warm.”  
	“Take ‘em down.” came the next command.
	CJ blinked his eyes, “Wh-what?”
	“Drawers, your drawers, underwear, get ‘em down.”
	CJ took great offense at that notion.  It was one thing to drop his pants to get an ass beating, but his underwear.  He had to reconsider the option of letting the asshole security fucker call his parents.  It sounded better and maybe he could plead his case that he had been tricked by new kids.
	But that would only put him in deeper troubles as he would be jerked out of public and back to home schooling.  And that sucked.  He wanted to be with other kids in a school environment.  
	There were consequences for every action—dire or otherwise.
	CJ gulped, sighed; his balls tightened up; his ass remained searing but slowly he tugged his tidy-whiteys down to his ankles.  Standing up he rubbed his butt more trying in vain to soothe it.  The asshole security fucker was rubbing at his crotch…

	The anticipatory swat didn’t come right off; CJ laid out across the man’s lap and immediately knew it was a bad deal.  He knew almost instinctively that he was probably going to seriously regret the whole thing.  the man’s hands caressed his ass, squeezed the burning flesh and even probed lightly CJs anal rim.
	“Just relax.” cooed the asshole security chief.
	That was easy for him to say.
	The first swat came and nearly sent CJ thru the wall.  It was hard and CJ lost all control of his emotions.  His hands flailed to protect his tortured bum but was quickly (and expertly) handcuffed.  Another swat came, followed by two more.  At that time CJ was in horrific pain.
	“Ready for me to stop?”
	Thru cries of extreme distress there was a resounding “YES!”
	CJ was helped up, but instead of “standing” he was position against the desk and laid across it, feet on the floor.  The man behind him began a serious bout of caressing his ass, fondling his balls, and working his cock.  CJs ass was in too much torment and overrode the senses—common and others.  Before he knew has asshole security chief asshole was fucking his asshole!

	Penetration was easy, though, pre-lube from his pecker and a dab of anal grease from a popular tube of anal grease helped pave the way.  But with a lengthy schlong making full entry was going to take some time.  But Wyndel had time.  He pushed in part way, then pulled out to smack the boy’s ass, fondle the balls, work the pud, then re-stuff the hole.
	On and on it went until finally the ultimate sin-sation arrived—a copious amount of jiz.  CJ must of felt it in(side) his asshole as he himself groaned.  But while cumming, Wyndel reached around the boy to work the lad’s crank—and found that the boy was cumming off, too!
	‘You want to fuck a boy in the ass?’
	It was disconcerting to have to think about such a naughty thing; it was Sodomy and that sort of thing was wrong—biblical speaking and in some realms morally reprehensible.  
	‘But a hole is a hole is a hole to fill.’ commented Wyndel to the boy’s mind.  ‘if it feels good—do it!’ then, ‘but don’t tell no body.’
	CJ wasn’t in the mood, his mind was frapped and his asshole steaming.  Wyndel got the boy to divulge his inner most secrets during that critical time:

	Todd Farrington was thirteen, he had flaming red hair but not cut in a buzz cut like CJ had.  In the gym-shower Todd Farrington had a nice bod.  He didn’t really want to admit, he liked girls.  And there were plenty of girls at the new public school he was going to.  Plenty of girls.  And a couple of teachers.  But, if it were possible, if Todd was like CJ, CJ would like to rub his pud against Todd’s ass.
	And sodomy?  What about “up the ass?”
	That, too.
	CJ also wanted to know what it was like to fondle another’s guy’s schlong.  Along with his balls and rub his ass.  No kissing, that was gross, but taking a shower with another dude was curious to him, rolling about on some grassy yard somewhere naked and butt fucking one another.
	Nothing wrong with that!
	Carla Banks, Neela Shum, Dora Sanchez, and Daphne Binks were good girls, too—he thought of them as he beat his meat on almost a daily basis.  Donna Jazzman, Carrie Olson, Becky Tay, they were very good looking girls and he thought of them, too (while beating off.)
	Back, though, to the “little girls”; Courtney, Shawnra, Tabitha, and Jessica.  Would he, could he, if he could and they could?  It was hard to think about let alone consider.  But, BUT, if the girls were willing, and wherever they were was safe and secure—then yea, he would love to be naked with them; with Courtney he thought of her completely naked, sitting on his face!  CJ didn’t know much really about sex or sex positions, but from his school mates and news feeds, tv shows, he got the gist.  The images of girls like Courtney and Shawnra tortured him—‘specially since he got freebie shots of their underwear as the wriggled in their seats in the Sunday School class he played music in.
	With Shawnra he imagined her as he had seen her in the church’s park; on her hands and knees—ass up, head down, running amok giving freebie shots of her darling panty clad butt.
	Tabitha Longly he had seen peeing!  She was in a cute little dress that was kinda short.  Out in the park she was and had to go and the bathrooms were a long ways away—so she squatted and pulled her pink panties to one side and peed!
	CJ had to go back into the church to the bathroom and beat off right then and there!  Desperately he wanted to have his pud against the girl’s pussy, having her pee on it.
	‘Would you go into her?’
	‘Into her?’

	‘Yeah, dumbass, FUCK her!?’
	That was a toughie.  ‘Maybe.’ then, ‘No probably not.  Too young, too little--”
	‘There’s always the mouth, lay your cock against her pussy and hump until you cum.’
	CJ brought the image of Tabitha to mind, in his mind he had her naked, her legs open and his cock drilling into her pussy.  That was in his mind, actually shoving his fuck stick into her was probably something that couldn’t be done.  He wasn’t exactly sure for certain why, just figured that their age difference was the because.
	And Jessica Maltrigger?  The five year old?
	He had seen her playing in the park running amok with no panties!  She had peed in them in the church so her mother had them and Jessica didn’t.  So running amok as children do she gave bald-beaver shots to all those present.  It gave cause for CJ to go back into the church to the bathroom…

Got cum?
	Her pussy ached, tingled, and just felt strangely; fingering it helped but she knew inside that getting doinked again (and again) by Kyle McMasters was the thing.  Sitting up against the cedar wall of the closet she watched as Kyle put his cock into the girl he had come with, Kara.  But it was Kara who was on top!  
	Anna Sue could see Kyle’s cock going up into Kara’s pussy, mixed juices drenched his shaft and balls.  His hands clamped to the girl’s ass and Anna Sue could see her asshole, too.  The two fucked for several minutes until there was finally the increased pumping followed by straining and then more juices, a lot more juices flowing from Kara’ cunny.
	That was one.
	The two lay together, Kara on top still, for several minutes.  Anna Sue struggled to pinch back the urge to poop.  Peeing in the piss can was one thing, having to poop was something else all together.
	Kara rolled off of Kyle and lay on her back friggin her cunny.  Anna Sue’s hands were still cuffed so she wasn’t able to do so unto herself.  The urge to poop was increasing and she had a thought of having Kyle come stuff himself up her butt, as a sort of plug of some sort—maybe that would help.
	Kyle, though, got up on his knees and peed (into the piss can.)  then he fished thru the ice chest for something to eat.  
	“You want something?” Kyle asked Anna Sue.

	‘A toilet.’ The urge increased and she was getting desperate.  She wondered what the man would do to her if she poop on the floor of his closet.  Knowing what he had done to Kyle she figured the same for herself.  Somehow she managed to pinch back the urge to shit.  It was only then that she thought about it—never before had she given much thought to “going to the bathroom”; even the wiping of herself, bathing, or when she had diarrhea.  It was just “one of those things” she didn’t think about but just did it like breathing—or farting.
	Kyle munched, he was hungry.  Anna Sue lay as she was, thinking, and wondering what would be next.  Kara wasn’t in the mood for eating, either and lay curled up tight.  The urge to poop increased and Anna Sue began to feel ill.

	She must of finally drifted off to a needful sleep, awakening when she heard stirrings.  Her stomach was in knots but the need to poop had seemingly decreased.  Sighing lightly she struggled to sit up to be uncomfortable in a different position. 
	“What do you have to do now?” came the whispered voice of the other closet inhabitant, Kara.
	“He wants me to do you in all three places.” Kyle replied without actually saying the name of those places.
	Kara rolled her eyes in thought.  She was hungry, but mostly scared.  The man had raped and sodomized her and spanked her, her mind and body was frapped; concentration was difficult at best.
	“Well, I-I’ve already done you where you pee--”
	“My pussy.” said Kara.
	Kyle nodded his head, he was embarrassment.  Sure he had kinda-sorta wanted to fuck Kara, but under different circumstances.  
	Seeing the confusion on her pretty face Kyle grew more embarrassed.
	Kara had a pretty face; a small dainty nose, small round face, a few freckles, beautiful eyes and a tight twat.  Kyle was in a pickle—screwing Kara had been a dream CUM true, he had gotten off three times with the other girl, Anna Sue, she was a couple years younger and he liked it—a lot!
	“Well, there’s behind you, your-your butt—hole.” silence, then, “And then your mouth, I gotta do it there, too.”
	Kara chewed her lip thoughtfully, Kyle rolled a shrugged shoulder; then, Kara laid down on her back, pulling her legs back as far as possible.  Kyle knew that the proper position was the ye olde Doggie-Style, but her asshole was workable from how she laid and that was good, too.

	“Uhm, you know, it might be better if she sucked you first.” Anna Sue chimed in.
	Kyle nodded, “Yeah, probably.”
	“Why?” asked Kara not knowing.
	“Well, my dick is gonna be kinda--”
	“Gross.” stated Anna Sue.
	“Oh.” replied Kara.
	“Real gross.”
	“Yeah, I mean, think about it, it’s coming right out of your poop chute.” Kyle shrugged and wished that he didn’t have to do what he had to do.  Kara understood and put her legs back down.  Kyle’s dick (and eyes) had gotten a nice viewing of Kara’s cunny and asshole.  He couldn’t believe that earlier on the bed and then in the shower the madman had fucked her there.
	Sitting up on his knees and flopped his organ, it was stiff as ever in anticipation and Kara eyed it.  Again, like she had done in the alcove behind the mall she put her fingers about it, stroked it, then bowed her head and began sucking.

Spank me, fuck me, make me write bad checks…
	“Your now my bitch, you will do anything I tells ya, WHEN I tells ya, got it?”
	The boy nodded, his mind was frapped, his asshole steaming.
	Wyndel loved on the boy; drenching the lad’s sex with his cum, shooting streams of spunk onto the boy’s chest, ass, and face.  Gobs of spew filled the boy’s mouth and then his “lights” went out.  He was put to sleep.
	Though Wyndel actually preferred “younger” boys, CJ was good enough, at thirteen he was just about the right age, actually.  After being put to sleep he was tucked away in a special closet in Wyndel office, Wyndel showered in his private bathroom then returned to “work.”
	A knock on the door distracted him from some of his work.
	“Hey, Boss,” it was one of his lackies, “the Slug is here asking about if you’d want to go to dinner with him.”
	Wyndel sighed, of the ten best things he’d rather like to do, dinning with the Slug—otherwise known as the Mall Manager, was not even on his list.  But, it was for Brown Nosing Points.  Besides, he had “shit” on his dick, might as well have some on his lips, too!

	Dinner with the Slug, a reject from the Disco Era who wore either disco era clothes or 1960s golf wear.  He thought himself a Ladies Man and something of an amateur lounge singer.  In actuality he was none of those and everyone knew it—except, of course, the Slug.
	 While dinning in one of the many fine dinning establishments that would fit right along with any scenic route wonders depicting Americana with the big neon sign out front along the highway saying EATS, Wyndel observed a haggard mother who had had enough of a whinny unruly 7 year old girl.  The child was in a blue denim short dress and right out in the mall-way the mother held the child to herself, wrenched the daughter’s panties down just enough to expose bare ass flesh and spanked.
	There were stares, jeers, cheers from the other mall patrons.  The little girl was stunned as she didn’t think her mother would spank her in public.  She was wrong.  Just a few hard smacks, but the child settled down, after having a screaming fit about the spanking.
	After dinner (with the Slug) Wyndel made rounds about the great two-story mall, toured the parking lot whereupon he was privy to a man in his early forties getting a dynamic blowjob from a girl not yet in her teens.  Having a bevy of security implements allowed Wyndel great secretive powers—he loved his job!
	Anyways, the man and girl were in a simple pickup; it looked like use for construction of something according to the construction materials in the bed.  A simple extended cab, blue color paint job, tinted windows (no match, though, for superior spy scopes!) heavy duty construction and so on.  In the cab the wheel was tilted up and the young girl’s mouth bobbed up and down on the man’s cock.  The man, father, had his head back moaning in ecstasy; caressing the girl’s hair and roaming his hand up and down her backside.
	The man was approx. 42-43 or so, graying a little at the temples; he looked rugged and one of those “no-non-sense” characters; a denim shirt he wore, clean shaven, wedding ring.  
	The girl was approx. 9 or 10 years young.  Very pretty in a plain sort of way.  She wore a simple green top and jeans.  She seemed very adamant about sucking her Daddy’s dick.  The use of an EMAD was not known, but it was possible.
	The Daddy worked his hand down the girl’s backside, slipping fingers just inside her jeans.  The little girl never stopped bobbing, both her hands were used to grip her daddy’s dong and she just continued bobbing on the knob all the while her daddy pushed her pants (and panties) down.
	With her clothes down her Daddy laid out on the bench seat and repositioned his daughter so as he could get at her goody—meanwhile, she kept vigil sucking on his cock.
	This went on until the dear Daddy came.  
	It was quite a scene—Daddy and Daughter laying on their sides, 69ing, on the bench seat of the pickup; the little girl’s pants and panties at her ankles; her Daddy’s pants and underwear just down passed his ass.  A bounty of cum drizzled out the corners of the grinning pretty girl.  More cum spewed from her Daddy’s dick, squirting onto her face and throat.  
	The windows of the truck would have steamed up had it not been for the roof’s moon-roof cracked open.  The Daddy caressed his daughter’s young ass and continued tonguing her pussy; the little girl squeaked and swallowed the spunk in her mouth; she opened her legs and worked off her pants and underwear.  This measure put the Daddy to laying on his back, positioning his child on top of him—he then really went to town driving his tongue into her crevice.
	The action gave cause for his cock to return to stiff mode and the youngster worked it, sucked on the gooey head, then devoured it once more.  Neither seemed worried about anyone possibly passing by and seeing anything—but there were no cars parked nearby them and they were on the 2nd level.    
	When once more the Daddy’s cock was at full mast and orgasmic bliss was eminent—the man turned his precious cocksucker about; they kissed (Frenching!) and the Daddy worked his purpled prong into the nine year old’s cunt—it had been there before.  Then, with his hands on her ass tightly they fucked.
	The man’s prick didn’t make full vaginal penetration—but close counts.  The little girl seemed a little in distress as her young cunny was filled to the max regardless that not she wasn’t able to take on fully her Daddy’s dong.  She lay her head on her Daddy’s chest, her shirt pulled up and they fucked.
	No more than three minutes later and did more rivers of cum spill from the girl, this time from her delicious cunt.  One big shot and the cock slipped out—shooting more wads of goo onto the girl’s ass.  The Daddy diddled his fingers into the spunk and began fingering her asshole.  The two kissed (more Frenching) and calmed down from their antics.
	Slowly they gathered themselves; a rag was used to “wipe” up the messes spilled and their clothing returned to where it was supposed to.  They had powered down the windows and aired the truck out just in time as two peoples came up to the truck—a Mommy and a teen girl.

My cum is your cum
	“I don’t think I can take much more.”
	“Shut up and fuck!”
	“This better be worth it!” he groaned and slammed his schlong in as far as the base and strained.  There was the feeling of “cumming” but he wasn’t sure that he was. With his hands on her hips he humped his fill, pulled out and poked himself into her asshole.
	“Suck my balls.” he said to the girl underneath.
	“This better be worth it.” she commented.
	The boy giggled and drove his dick into Anna Sue’s crap chute; beneath him Kara slurped on his nuggets.  All three hoped that the bastard who had kidnapped them, tortured them, and put them in the closet was getting his jollies.  They hoped it would satisfy the freak and he’d let them go.
	It wasn’t a lot of cum production, but Kyle hoped the bastard watching could see it.  After filling Anna Sue’s shitter he moved out of the hidden camera’s way just enough—pulled Anna Sue’s ass cheeks open to reveal her smoldering sphincter and his sperm oozing out of the clenching hole.
	Kara began licking Anna Sue’s cunt, Anna Sue did likewise unto Kara.  Kyle had to bow out, his dick was a mess—it throbbed, tingled, and wasn’t in the mood for any more action. He sat against the wall and watched the girls 69.
	It was good that Kara “came around.”  She had resisted for a long while but finally relented.  She didn’t overly care for being fucked in the ass and the taste of dick wasn’t all that appealing.  She liked it in the cunt and she liked being licked (in the cunt.)
	“So,” Kyle asked, “did it help?”
	His question was directed to Anna Sue—and her poop chute.
	“I guess.”  Peeing in the provided for can was thing, pooping in it was something else all together—‘specially with no provided for butt wipe; so with Kyle fucking her asshole, hopefully it pushed the turd back up enough to keep it in place and keep it from torturing her.
	There was still interest in the door, the latch, and escape.

Spank a little—fuck a little—spank a little—fuck a little
	Spank a little—fuck a little—spank a little—fuck a little…
	What a day—but it was almost over.  With rounds made it was back to the office to tidy up, finish and file paperwork, meet with the lackies, and finish up last minute things that needed finishing up.
	While completing those task in no particular order his eyes came upon a new interest.
	“Unit Four, Unit Ten, proceed to Kambi’s Pad.”
	“Ten-four.” replied the assigned units.  Wyndel focused his camera spy on the Subject acquiring all information for later presentation to the Juvenile Judge and associative attorneys.
	“Unit Ten, cancel call—proceed to Warrick’s and break up the five boys in front of the store.”
	“Unit Ten, roger.”
	“Unit Four, the Subject is a teenage girl; pink top, pink pants, brown hair.  She’s over by the music tapes.”
	Unit Four had entered Kambi’s Pad, a music/electronic store.  The girl had stuffed a cassette up under her arm concealing it, another was in her sock.  Unit Four consisted of three, one stood at the exit doors, another by the cash register, the third followed closely behind the Subject.
	There had been three other girls, but they had fled just as Unit Four made their appearance—leaving the Subject to hang.  Literally.

	There’s frightened and then there’s scared shitless.
	Tori Voorhees was the latter, “scared shitless.”  She was thirteen and new to the area, ‘specially one that had a Mall.  She was originally a country girl and she knew as soon as she was “arrested” that she should have begged her Mom for them to stay there.  
	But the Big City was too much of a draw; Tori’s Mom was widowed, he was Tori’s step-father and their relationship wasn’t close.  Tori’s bio-father had died when she was a toddler.  Tori and her mother had been in the Big City some 2-weeks.
	“You are in a lot of trouble.” Chief of Security Wyndel told her.
	Tori sitting in the chair across from him knew that.  But then again, she really had no friggin idea at all!
	The same spiel that had been given to the other Five-Finger-Discounter was dished out to Tori.  She was already frightened beyond comprehension—faced with jail time, her mom, her school—any other “options” was readily preferable.
	There was a slight groan not heard from the hidden closet…

	On extreme trembling legs the barely teen girl stepped nervously about the corner of the great metal desk; hands before her, head bowed, her life over.  
	The security chief sat back in his squeaky chair, lowered the specially made armrests and patted his lap.  The conveyance was met with “huh?”  she didn’t get it—but she was.
	“Come on, come on down.”
	‘My way or the jail way.’ he had told her.  Tori could barely comprehend what he had meant and little to what he intended.  But with his words, “come on down”, his lap, his hands patting his open lap—she knew.  Confused fear welled up in her—she couldn’t remember the last time she had been spanked—and to be spanked by a stranger was even more tormenting.
	She had no idea how tormenting.
	But the alternative—jail, the weekend, her family, friends, school, and in jail—that wasn’t so good either.  She relented.  Taking a spanking from a stranger may be embarrassing, but if the spanking was well then that was okay—she would just have to live with it.
	Hmmmmmm

	From within the closet his clouded eyes peered thru the small crack he had found.  His asshole smoldered, his balls tingled and his mind—frapped.  He saw the security chief asshole and some teenage girl, she looked at least thirteen.  She was positioned across the man’s lap and the first smack to her butt jolted even he, CJ.
	The unfortunate girl nearly came apart.  When she tried flailing her hands back to protect herself—she was handcuffed and spanked all the harder. 
	One spank, Two spank, Three spank, FOUR!
	Then she was stood up.
	CJ continued to watch but could barely see; the crack was too small and the security chief’s chair and the security himself blocked his prime view.  The girl was a mess, crying, sniveling, unable to speak, communicate, or rationalize.
	Of course, there was no rationalizing the mess she was in.  It was dire, pure and simple.  She was in deep shit and she barely knew it.  The security chief caressed her ass, then undone her pants and pulled them down.  CJ could just barely see the girl’s pink panties, bikini style.

	Then, to CJs delight the security chief pushed himself back in the chair and brought the girl between himself and the desk.  Then she was lain once more down over his lap.  CJ had a prime view of her ass—bikini style pink panties.

I wouldn’t do that if I were you…
	But if you can get away with it, sure
	There was no response to his proposal.  He waited.  The urge to poop was also beginning to work on him and there was no way to stop even temporarily the inevitable.
	“What if they’re more?” Kara whispered.
	Kyle didn’t know; he knew of four, they all had little red lights on them indicating their presence.  It was possible that there were others, unseen, really-really hidden, but Kyle hoped that just the four was all.  He had a plan.
	It wasn’t a particularly good plan but it was all he had.
	Kara at length nodded, but; “if we get caught--”
	“Yeah, I know, he’ll beat the crud out of us.” he turned to his left where Anna Sue lay on her stomach as was he and Kara.  “You in?”
	“I-I guess.” she said meekly.
	“Ok.” Kyle said licking his lips, “Let’s do it.”
	Kara held fast for a moment, then she stood and stretched, yawned, and “casually” made her way to opposite end of the closet—whereupon on the sly she moved the clothes that were hanging on the rod enough to cover the little red light in the wall.
	Semi-reluctantly Anna Sue stood and moved clothing to conceal another light, doing so as she stretched—it was figured that they were in deep shit anyways ‘cause Anna Sue was no longer confined by the handcuffs; ripping some skin off of her wrists and ankles the girl had been finally been freed.
	Kyle figured the man wasn’t home.  But that was about all he knew.  Taking his time but hurrying, too, he covered the remaining two cameras.  Too bad he didn’t know about the one in the ceiling light fixture…

	The latch was locked and Kyle very nearly broke his fingers trying to unlock it.  What he managed, though, was the breaking of one of the slats.  That was a plus.  The closet door was strangely strong and one slat didn’t necessarily spell freedom.  But it was close.  Damn close.

The closer you are
	With each smack anticipated or not he jolted.  His own ass still stung from the rash beating he had gotten from the bastard; he figured a girl’s butt was even more tender.  His eyes focused on her panties; they were snug fitting or tight and moved about some as the reign of smacks came to her.
	Then, after about five really hard smacks the man wrenched the panties down—and there it was—bare ass.  CJ moaned, to himself.  He suddenly found that he had a boner.  He licked his lips and watched as another smack landed onto the girl’s ass, the ass was already burning red and CJ felt a strange “burning” in him, too.
	The smacks landed one after another until finally it was over.  Sorta.
	The girl’s searing bum was caressed and then her hole probed.  CJ found himself gripping his dick and having unheard of desires.  The girl on the man’s lap wriggled some while she was molested; then she was stood up, turned about, and lain back down onto his lap.  CJ now had an awesome view of the girl’s poon—his first.
	The security chief asshole fingered the poon, he did so with a quickening movements and CJ guessed that was the way a girl masturbated.  The girl wriggled more and suddenly her legs were wrenched up and held back—the view to CJ was even more awesomer than ever—the girl’s pussy and asshole were right there tight together for his viewing pleasure.
	It was then he discovered that he was cumming.
	The security chief asshole walloped the girl’s ass with a couple of smacks before putting her on his desk, on her back; her clothes were pulled off her legs and her pink top pushed up over her breasts—the bra undone to free her young teenage titties.
	His balls tingled and swelled, his cock came and came and then came some more.  There was no stopping it—and the desire was something else, too.  All other thoughts were swept away; his fear and contrite feelings about what had gotten him into such a mess; the mitigating circumstances about his father’s position in the church; his so called new friends—everything ebbed away.  All that remained was he desire to fuck.

I know what you’re doing
	He made a guess that it was not unlike birthing a baby.  He had seen a tv medical show about such an ordeal; there was some movie where some character had made the same assessment as he crawled thru a tight opening in a sewer or someplace dank; and he had seen his aunt give birth in the backside of their station wagon.  It was gross.
	But Kyle McMaster’s crawled thru the closet door slats and tumbled onto the floor.  The doing so was not without peril, the wooden slats had cut into his skin and scraped his balls.  The tumbling wasn’t so good, either; he hurt his wrist as he fell on it.
	The bedroom was quiet, dark, and cool.
	“What do you see?” Kara asked from behind him.
	“Shhhhh!” he warned her.  
	Looking around he saw nothing—there was the bed, a belt on the floor, some clothes.  Crawling awkwardly he made his way to the big heavy curtain.  It was tacked somehow in place and not movable.  He tried the other side and then gave up to return to the closet.  The latch was still a bugger and he couldn’t open the door.	
	“Can you crawl out?” he asked of Kara and Anna Sue.
	“I-I don’t think I want to.” Anna Sue said.
	“Why not?”
	She pointed up.  
	Kara looked up.
	“What?” Kyle asked.
	“Oh shit.” Kara replied.
	“What?  What the fuck?”
	The girls didn’t reply but Anna Sue began to cry.
	Pissed, Kyle stooped down to poke his head back thru the slats he had broken crawling out.  Then he saw it, a red light in the ceiling air vent.
	“Oh shit.”
	“We’re doomed.” cried out Anna Sue.

	Escape was the only answer.  Hurriedly he moved from the bedroom down the dim lit hall to merge into the living room (again).  Every window (in the house) was covered by a thick heavy curtain that was somehow tacked to the wall.  In the living room there was a great television, fireplace, fireplace implements.  Typical sofa and chairs, furnishings atypical of a living room setting.
	To the left there was the kitchen.
	Kyle scampered quickly to it remembering he had been brought thru the kitchen earlier.  Was that yesterday?  The day before?  The kitchen window’s too, were shuttered tight and no escape there.  He came to the door and suddenly from the wall phone—
	“I wouldn’t do that.”
	A man’s voice.
	THE man’s voice.

	Kyle licked his lips and looked all around in an extreme panic; the fucker had camera spy stuff all over his fucking house!  He WAS doomed, Kyle was doomed to an eternity of being fucked up the ass by the man’s dick and his fireplace poker.
	He reached out his hand to the brass doorknob to the kitchen door that led out to the garage.
	It was the last thing he remembered.

Mmmmm, that’s good pussy!
	She was a virgin.
	Was.
	She was tight—but giving.  There was no holding off and letting the likes of his captives males break the girl in, he chose to do that honor himself.  He was mid way thru to a delicious orgasm when the monitor (the special monitor) on his desk alerted him to something of interest.
	The kids in his home-closet were organizing an escape.
	Imagine that!
	He smiled and watched them as they covertly concealed the cameras in the closet, all but the one in the ceiling air vent.  It was out of reach but if they really had noticed it they could have done something about it, too.
	His cock continued fucking Tori, driving the poor hapless girl insane.  His desires were mounting and with not one, not two, but FIVE lovelies in his possession—a new plan had to be derived.  Keeping them in the closet wasn’t going to be a long term thing; they needed basic needs; facilities and care (food/water)—and he needed security.
	The Epsi house was secured, but the boy Kyle had managed to break out of the closet.  And if there should be a sudden power outage, all the electronic gizmos used to keep the Wyndel Epsi house secured would be nullified.  And that just wouldn’t do.
	Wyndel wasn’t done with his collection, to each one he wanted to spend some quality time with—fucking, spanking, more fucking—that sort.  He, too, wanted very muchly to see the boys screwing the girls.  He thought of CJ and Kyle sodomizing one another, spanking the others, and peeing on each other.  
	The Epsi house was good, but there was better.  As his cock achieved the ultimate glory of joy of joys, he thought of a plan, a new plan.  Beneath him young Tori moaned as though her virgin cunny was tortured there, too, was a bit of incredible delight.

Arghhhhhh!	
	“AHHHHHH-GH!”
	ker-plunk
	Anna Sue stopped her sniveling to stare in horror at the closet door.
	“What the fuck was that?” she asked out of character.
	Kara shook her head, “I don’t know.”
	“Kyle?”  “Kyle?  You there, you still there?  What’s going on?”
	Nothing.
	“Shit.” 
	“We’re doomed.”
	“Stop saying that.”
	“That man’s going to get us.” Anna Sue looked up to the ceiling trying to convey—I had nothing to do with it.  “We should have never did anything.”
	“It was a good plan, almost.” Kara looked up to the air vent herself.  She sighed and then began feverishly working on the door trying to break more of the wooden slats.
	“What are you doing!?” bellowed a panicky Anna Sue, “he’s going to kill us!”
	“No, he’s not going to kill us—he just wants to fuck us.”
	That was true.  In part…

Over the river and thru the woods to someplace dank I know…
	He moaned.  He groaned.  The sensation was—sensational!  His cock was very pleased and yearned for more.  To his burning ass the sadistic asshole security chief smack each time he pumped into the girl beneath him.  His mind was virtually gone—he couldn’t dredge up his family, his school, school mates, or hardly anything.  All there was was to be a Fucker.
	And so he fucked.
	There were mixed feelings as he knew the girl beneath him wasn’t “willing.”  But he didn’t worry about that, he drove his prick into the girl and released the flow of his love, liquid gooey love, but love nonetheless.  And it felt good.  It felt so good that for temporarily he forgot about the stinging pains to his delicate ass.
	After pulling out and stepping back he got to gawk at his cock-work; rivers of his cum drizzled out of the girl’s cunt; he marveled at the snatch-box, it was laden with cum and sweat; there wasn’t much pubic hair covering it; there was some blood and he casually had to wonder what it would be like to poke her up the butt?

	But there was little time.
	The security chief seemed hurried, pre-occupied.  He redressed the nude sweaty girl and she was mostly “asleep.”  CJ himself was tired out and wanted to sleep.  He was told to dress and he did so.  Afterwards the three of them left the room/office and went down a narrow hallway to a door.  Out the door to an outside stair landing that made its way down to the ground.
	It was night out, cool, and CJ was in need of a shower, or a long soak in a tub.
	“Get in.” the man beside him said.
	“Yes, sir.” CJ replied.
	‘Refer to me as “sir” or “Dad” at all times.’
	‘Yes, sir, Dad.’
	The Dad smiled and helped the girl, CJs “sister” into the backseat of the SUV, buckled her in and they were off.

Tormented turmoil
	It had been a long-long while since he had been “out in the country”.  It was a good investment—the cabin—and there weren’t many others about, either—kind of spread out aways.  And that was a good thing, ‘specially those who delved in shenanigans of this type and that.
	A good investment—a good idea.  Keeping the “collection” in his home just wasn’t a wise thing, for a couple of days but not for a long period.  Wyndel had plans, severe naughty plans.  Successfully he had overwhelmed Carl Jr.’s mind, obliterating his past, erasing his Family, Friends, and all other things that had made Carl Jr. Carl Jr!  CJ now addressed his kidnapper as “Dad” (or Sir).  CJ willingly complied with all commands—no matter how disgusting or whatever.  CJ was a convert!
	Converting the likes of Anna Sue, Kara, and Kyle, though—wasn’t going so well.  Kyle was found crumbled up on the kitchen floor.  He was alive but had had a “shocking” experience with his attempted escape.  He was very dazed and took time to “come around.”
	When he did he was still a little groggy.  That cleared soon enough and he saw that he was back in the man’s bedroom; he was handcuffed and sitting on the floor—hands behind his back—hands cuffed to his handcuffed ankles.  Against the great bed was Anna Sue and Kara—their hands cuffed behind their backs, too.
	A new person was among them, he stood at the foot of the bed with a hard-on.
	“Oh, good,” said the man getting in his face, “yer awake.  Now the show can begin.” he smiled and Kyle felt a bad feeling coming on.

	Anna Sue’s screams were muffled as she had a gag in her mouth.  So did Kara.  Both girls were screaming as their bare delicate asses were being tenderized by the madman’s antics; he used a belt firstly, turning the lovely girls’ bums tomato red.  Then came into play a ping pong paddle.  
	The other nude boy who was new got into the act using just his hand.  	
	When the spanking was done, the fucking began.  The insidious madman put himself up against Anna Sue and began to pump.  The other nude teen positioned himself behind Kara to do likewise.  Kyle was pissed, he didn’t want anyone else to fuck Kara but himself—and maybe the madman.
	 It was chaos after the fucking of the girls.  When the madman was done, Kyle was brought over to lick Anna Sue’s asshole—clean.  It was sickening; the spunk spew, blood, and poo.  Kyle retched and was greatly distress.
	‘You don’t do it, boy,’ said the madman into Kyle’s mind, ‘I’ll ram THIS up her hole!’ the “THIS” was an implement from the fireplace set.  Thru tears Kyle licked Anna Sue’s funky asshole.
	CJ, meanwhile, rolled Kara over and drilled himself into her not-so-tight cunny.  Kara wailed, wept, and was broken.  CJ seemed enamored and quite contented with his new life.
	Kyle was pulled up onto the bed and positioned on his back.  His cuffs were re-oridinated so as his legs could be positioned with his knees near to his shoulders.  The madman then went down on the boy, sucking his young testicle sack and cock.  While that went on, Kyle endured and turned his head to see Kara—her pretty face streaked with tears of distress.  The strange boy seemed quite determined to “get his nut”.
	Anna Sue wept uncontrollably between them.
	After a goodly amount of ball jobbing, the madman moved up more on the bed.  Anna Sue’s eyes widened, so did Kara’s.  Kyle looked down his body and saw the man of madness working his cock—and it was huge!  It looked even bigger than before.
	“Oh fuck!” Kyle whispered.  His asshole automatically clenched up tight.  His hands clamped the bedding beneath and he waited.
	The madman rested his prick against Kyle’s nards, then lay down on the boy and began kissing him.  It was gross—to be kissed by a MAN!?  Kyle had no choice, though, but to endure and after only a few minutes it was over.
	When the madman began making anal entry into Kyle’s corn chute, Kara turned her head.  The boy fucking her completed his task and sat on the floor awaiting the next event.

	That wasn’t long in cumming.
	After only a few minutes of pumping relentlessly into young twelve year old McMaster’s asshole than did the madman release a great quantity of love cream.  He strained as he came and shoved his prick ALL the way into the boy’s poop piping—thusly and successfully “ripping the boy a new one.”
	The boy couldn’t take it and passed out.

*

But wait!  There’s more!
	From across the way a light appeared.
	It was worth investigating—he had to know his neighbors, for security’s sake doncha you know.  His own brood was adhering nicely, they fucked their brains out, got spanked, peed on, fucked some more, then had dinner and went to bed.  They were no trouble and August crept out to get to know “The Collector.”