August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Eighteen
The Way of the Moone

Pike’s pique
	Consequences of actions coming forthwith
	But first!
	Come see—come saw—cum all over
	There were sure to be serious retributions—consequences—trouble for the reprehensible actions to date involving the doings at the remote desert cabin.  What was worse; the one hundred percent molesting of the two Chinese-American girl scouts?  The out-an-out kidnapping of said girls for sexual pleasure?  The kidnapping of a city police officer—for security sand then sexual gratification?
	Or the coercing others to participate in the hellish deed of sexual depravity?
	Others?
	In the beginning…
	Fumiko sat up on the bed watching as the woman on the floor fussed at her predicament.  The blindfold and gag had been removed and when she fussed too much—she got zapped electrically by a hand-held stun gun.  The woman was in the final stages of twitching from being zapped—the horrid naked man lay on her whispering into her ear,
	“if you don’t want me to shove this gun (stun) into you cunt and turn it on—don’t piss me off.”
	Briefly did the woman, Officer Anne Lambert, lose composure and weep.  Quickly, though, did she call up her reserve strength although it had been a long night of being raped and sodomized and damn the man who had kidnapped her, “fuck you—you son-of-a-bitch!”
	Pike let that be and gripped the woman’s ass as he lay on her backside pinning her to the cracked cement floor.  He himself was exhausted from the long night; the girls, Fumiko and Michelle, were exhausted and missed the horrid man fucking the woman, shaving her pussy, then spanking her before shoving his fuckstick up her ass.
	After a brief rest he repeated the aforementioned steps bringing him to the early morning gaze of Fumiko Wong.

	It was hoped that the EMAD would have Mind Erase.  He didn’t know for sure.  If it didn’t—then the fate of the girls and the officer didn’t look so good.  Pike didn’t know if he could live with himself “afterwards.”  
	“I have to pee.” Fumiko said.  Michelle was still sound asleep.
	Pike took the in need girl outside, stepping over the distraught police woman who only began to realize the presence of the two Chinese girls.  And made another startling realization, too, that the girls were “those” girls who were missing.  Small world.
	Once more, outside the cabin, Fumiko stood with legs apart and let gravity do its work.  She tooted, too, but mostly let flow a very steady stream of pent up nightly pee.  Pike masturbated before her whilst she relieved herself, when done—he had her take over masturbation and when his once more sore aching cock was stiff enough—right into her mouth it went.
	Pike’s cock grew intensely harder but orgasm wasn’t to be; he felt the cum surging, his balls tightening, his cock strengthening, but the effort to bring satisfaction just wasn’t there—it was but right at the apex and just not able to go over.
	But it still felt good just the same.
	A little frustrated but not undaunted, Pike pulled out and humped the girl’s face—then he walked her back into the cabin where he found Anne trying to talk to Michelle—trying to get the just awakened girl to “find the keys” referencing to the handcuff keys.
	Fumiko went to the bed and sat on the edge beside her friend.  Pike laid himself back down on Officer Anne saying, “the keys you need are back in my basement.”  They weren’t but…
	His cock nestled nicely on Anne’s ass, she was a firecracker—a stern face that at times could illuminate into a pleasing eruption of light heartiness.  But mostly she exhibited that emotion of a person being serious.
	Pike caressed her sides then stared to the girls on the bed.  The need to cum was still great and if Oral humping didn’t get it maybe another orifice would.  Approaching Michelle firstly she leaned back showing some fright,
	“I gotta to pee.” she said meekly.
	Pike wrinkled his nose, then smiled pulling the girl up to a standing position saying, “Ok, pee.”  right here—right now.
	Michelle rolled her eyes in some concern—the situation was bad enough as it was but to have to pee indoors was another difficulty she had to endure and get over.  With a sigh she spread her stance and let go the flow.
	“Oh my God.” uttered Anne.    
	Michelle’s need was great and the splash of her pee struck the well worn floorboards sending some of the spray and splash onto Anne’s face.  Pike on his knees caressed Michelle’s ass, patted it, and ran his hands up and down her sides until she finished peeing. 
	When Michelle had finished peeing—he sat her on the edge of the bed having her lay back at an angle, legs up and out.  Then he began to finger the girl’s pussy.  Anne was horrified.
	“Oh, it gets better.” Pike smiled.
	His fingers worked tenaciously all over the young girl’s cunt, spreading the “lips” and rubbing the meat of the poon in some earnest.  His eyes were locked onto Anne’s eyes whose eyes were locked onto Michelle’s pussy and the horrid man’s eyes.
	Then,
	Anne was brought over—Pike grasping a handful of the woman’s hair and bringing her over forcing her face to Michelle’s cunt.  “Lick her out.” he told the woman.
	“Go to hell!” yelled Anne.
	Pike smiled and brought back into play the stun gun.  Pressing the prongs to Anne’s thigh the woman freaked and wriggled uncontrollably on the floor.
	“You’re killing her!” yelled Fumiko.
	Pike assured the girl that he wasn’t and after just a few minutes Anne lay heaving gasping for breath—but wasn’t dead.
	“Resistance is futile.” Pike said, and the statement of fact was not just for Officer Anne.  Fumiko pursed her lips, Michelle wept.
	When Anne still resisted, Pike released the grip on her hair and went to Fumiko, pressing the stun gun to Fumiko’s pussy he declared, “I’ll shove it in her AND turn it on!”
	This motivated Officer Anne to perform the task assigned to her.
	She made a few faces—not clear as if whether that was due to the task it self or the taste of lingering pee.  Pike positioned himself behind Anne and drove his cock into her asshole.  Anne clenched and tried to prevent him access, but a swift smack to her ass and then the pressing of the prongs of the stun gun to her thigh prompted the woman to relent.  She clenched her handcuffed hands behind and silently vowed vengeance.
	Pike rammed his throbbing rod into her hole and began to pump with much enthusiasm.  Fumiko curled up on the bed, arms tight about her knees silently weeping.

	“Boyfriend fuck your asshole?” Pike wanted to know of Anne.
	For a moment the stunned woman couldn’t bring herself to answer.  Then she refused to answer—it was none of his fucking business.  A hard smack to her ass and then a reiteration of jamming the stun gun into Fumiko’s cunt (and turning it on) prompted Anne to confess the truth:
	Boyfriend “Jerry” also a city cop, poked his way into her asshole “occasionally” according to Anne.  
	“You suck him off?”
	Anne seriously did not want to confess her sex life, but—
	“Yes.” she answered seething thru her teeth as she continued to lick on Michelle’s young bald cunny.
	Pike gripped Anne’s hips and began power fucking—still unable to “get off” as intended.  Anne’s face was pounded into Michelle’s cunt; Pike grabbed up a handful of her hair again and “went to town.”
	Still, after five minutes of serious anal plunging he was unable to cum.  He could get right to the brink of cumming—but it was a frustrating no-go.  A decisive rest was in order and reluctantly he obliged.  
	Anne twisted and gyrated her body as her steaming hole was—steaming.  Pike stood at the sink washing off his soiled cock.  (it aint like in the porn movies where the porn hunk humps a bitch’s asshole and it comes out clean…)  
	And his cock was still hard, too.
	It ached, tingled, and pulsated.  He needed to cum.  Anne wasn’t doing it for him like he hoped—his eyes fell to Fumiko.  
	“Oh my God!” seethed Anne as the naked man went to the young girl.
	Pike waggled his cock before the girl, smiled to her and nodded.  The girl knew better than to resist or defy the man’s wants; she unfurled herself and perched herself onto the edge of the bed.  Then, timidly, she took the manly cock and worked it.  With her dark eyes darting to the nude horrified police officer she began kissing the head of the cock she worked.
	And from kissing to sucking.
	Anne was horrified beyond belief—morely aghast at the sight of the young girl sucking the man’s cock.  Anne retched as the disgust sickened her; then she seethed as the disgust angered her.  She cussed and shook her head in some feeble attempt at saying No, don’t do that; as well as not comprehending what was going on.
	Pike felt his pent up cum surging and a little finally did make its way out of his piss slit.  Just a little.  It further horrified Anne Lambert,
	“Oh my God!” she uttered, “You sick fucking bastard!”

	Pike paid the mouthy city cop no mind and pulled his pud out of Fumiko’s mouth.  He wasn’t done with her, though; to further sicken and anger Officer Anne he humped the girl scout’s face, cinching his balls right up to her mouth having her suck them as he humped his way up against her nose jutting some cum into her hair.
	Anne closed her eyes, pursing her lips tightly shut trying to block out the horror before her.  When she opened them again she was even more sickened (and angered); the horrid naked man with no morals whatsoever was fucking the Chinese girl.
	He wasn’t all the way in, but still—the head of his cock was in and a bit of the shaft.  That was enough.  The Chinese girl gripped the bed grimacing as the powerful schlong forced its way into her sex—her young legs were spread out wide with her eyes rolling at the immense presence of cock in her dick trench.
	The flow of cum began spilling out of Fumiko’s cunt.  Pike made a mighty vocal release suggesting great pleasure (although it also sounded like great angst.)  With the girl’s pussy very lubricated (and stretched) penetration further into her cunny was possible.  Pike gave a mighty shove and thrusted his prong further along into her sex with explosive cum filling the depths of her cunt to capacity.
	Pike’s cock was basically shot back out of the girl’s cunt; an enormous amount of cum bursted out the piss slit thoroughly coating Fumiko’s poon.  An enormous amount.  Pike furiously masturbated ejaculating his ejaculate completely.  The immediate plummeting of his energy levels was almost devastating.
	Somehow he managed to keep himself conscious and not immediately fall into sleep.  His cock steamed.  His body a rivered in streams of sweat.
	“Keep your legs open.” he told the hapless girl; her pussy squeeze out his cum and she was in some agony herself.
	Pike nodded to the horrified Anne.
	Anne’s eyes widened in escalating horror.  She shook her head, she knew what he wanted and it was more than appalling.  Anne retched, shook her head and couldn’t see herself sucking the cum off of the Chinese girl’s cunt.
	Pike smiled saying “as you wish.” and casually placed the stun gun to Fumkio’s cunt.
	Anne’s eyes bulged—Fumiko began to freak out as she held her legs open with her hands.  The stun gun device wasn’t the cause of the girl’s freak out—but Anne didn’t know that; Fumiko was just freaking out at the anticipation of being electrically zapped.

	Anne crawled over to Fumiko, her hands clenching tightly behind her back desiring deeply to clench the man’s throat.  The rough surface of the floorboards, cracked cement, and hard packed dirt skint her knees as she shuffled sideways.  She didn’t care and only boiled with rage.
	Before applying her tongue to the girl scout’s cum coated cunt, Anne turned her head and glared at the man commanding her conveying muchly; like, ‘you better never-ever let me go.’
	Reluctantly times ten Anne began her task of licking Fumiko’s cunt.
	Pike spanked the woman’s ass as she did so somehow thwarting his needful need to sleep.  Steam rose up from his cock that had not shrived up as per the norm but was not “hard” by any means.  It remained somewhat thick but was “shortened” by a couple of inches.

	After cleaning Fumiko’s cunt clean of splooge, Pike continued to keep himself awake telling the girls “go to the bathtub.”  They knew what he meant.  Officer Anne was pulled up, her knees were greatly skint up, her feet, too; backside from where her shoulders had been grinded against the questionable floor on the initial defiling of her body by Pike hours earlier.
	‘you ever let me go,” seethed Anna silently, “I’ll fucking kill you.’
	Pike understood, so he kept her handcuffed and hustled her out the door.  She didn’t fight—she knew it would be useless to do so; but as a woman and a cop she had to try something.  Along the way to the “bathtub” Officer Anne tried to wrench away from the worn out Pike who seemed to lumber along.
	Pike was worn out, but not dead.  When Anne tried to wrench away from his grasp he merely slung her up against a boulder chipping her chin and knocking the air out of her lungs.  The pain was immeasurable and the force of the impact most likely broke or at the very least bruised a rib.
	That was the least of her worries—pain, Pike Elsworth let fly a horrendous flurry of bare handed spanks to Anne’s ass.  Like when she had been a young child spanked/abused by her hideous Dad, Anne stamped her feet, twisted, and peed.
	Anne finally calmed down—sort of.  She cussed, seethed, and wept.
	At the natural Indian bathtub, Fumiko and Michelle sat inside the stone tub quietly, shoulder to shoulder.  The horrid naked abusing man and the sniveling naked police officer came along with the horrid naked abusing man nearly throwing the sniveling naked police officer into the water.
	A few minutes after settling down, Anne realized that her numerous hurtie-owies were surprisingly healed and no longer hurt.

	After a good half hour or so it was time to get out.
	Anne was a little more—complying, astounded by the healing properties of the strange water.  By the time they returned to the cabin they were dry.  The girls were hungry and Pike was horny.
	Pike broke out the yummies and while Fumiko and Michelle had their sandwiches and sodas, Pike lambasted Anne Lambert with the EMAD.  She was distracted watching the girls, her mind still confused at how the water had treated her scrapes and such, the situation as a whole and so on and was not aware of the horrid naked man and his minding device.  It would take a while, though, and time was one thing he didn’t have.
	The girls sat quietly and eventually fell asleep.
	Pike dinked with Anne’s mind and hoped for the best.  His understanding of the magical workings of the EMAD were dismal at best.  After a very trying and tiring two hours, Officer Anne Lambert was mostly under the influence of the EMAD.  What did that mean?  
	It meant that she was “aware” of what was going on—and by who BUT she couldn’t do shit about it.  And when a “command” was given to her—her body reacted.  The inner workings of her mind accepted the commands on the subconscious level that was not aware preempting her conscious mind that was.
	It made things easier—but still, the eradication of her memory was a worry for Pike as he couldn’t determine how that nifty little nuance worked.  He sighed and dismissed the “future” outcome but took himself to the new and improved Anne.
	She was more willing to participate in Pike’s desires—she was aware of those desires but no fought him or caused a fuss.  As the girls Fumiko and Michelle watched, Pike stood straddling the woman as she sat on her butt on the floor of the remote cabin and peed on her.
	Anne kept her mouth shut, she had that much of her own will; her eyes, too.  Pike piss splashed onto her face but mostly was aimed to her chest.  When the piss shower was done—Pike jammed his cock into her mouth.
	He knew Anne’s first inclination would be to bite the foul thing in her mouth—for some reason she didn’t.  She didn’t exactly suck by any means leaving that venture up to the horrid naked man.  Pike didn’t mind and humped the woman’s mouth—then her face.
	Then it was Anne laid out on the floor, legs open…

	With a casual glance over his shoulder, Pike caught Fumiko staring.  The little girl was watching Pike’s action as he laid Anne.  Smiling, he had the girls come off the bed and get down so as they had a better view of the penetration.  Pike also positioned Anne’s legs up his chest, her ankles hooking his shoulders.  His cock then drove nicely into her womanly fuckable cunt and it gave Fumiko and Michelle quite the show.
	Afterwards, the real show was just beginning…
	Great gobs of cum slathered Pike’s cock as well as mostly Anne’s pussy.  Anne lay heaving, sweating, reeling in the fuck.  Her “awareness” was very acute that turned to horror when she saw the one of the girls licking her cum laden cunt—the other girl sucking clean the horrid man’s cock.
	Michelle licked the cum off of Anne’s cunt while Fumiko sucked clean Mr. Pike’s cock.  She got a face fuck, too.  Michelle licked and lapped; Pike’s cock had already fired off its allotment of love cream—but was still quite hard.  After face fucking Fumiko he had the girl help guide the throbbing erection into Michelle’s ass.
	Michelle placed her mouth against Anne’s womanly cunt and screamed into as her asshole were “ripped a new one.”  The girl clung on for dear life as the presence of the man’s cock was monstrous.
	Pike, though, didn’t make full anal penetration and was not intentionally rough with the entry—he was just determinate and passionate about butt fucking.
	There was some cum flow—not much—just one big glob that Michelle squeezed out after Pike withdrew.  Pike patted the girl’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and admiring the girl’s hole open as much as a quarter.  As her hole slowly snapped shut the cum embedded within oozed out.
	“Lick it clean.” Pike told Fumiko.
	Fumiko seriously didn’t want to but she did and Pike was pleased.

*

farts in the wind—the deadly repose
	What drove Pike Elsworth wasn’t known—not to him anyways.  He decided not to think about it—not to dwell on the psychological ramifications of his misdeeds.  He blamed, of course, the accursed electronic device in his possession.  Like an illegal drug, or even the legal ones, curtailing the use of the mind altering (electronic) was difficult if not impossible.
	Case in point…

	Complaining that her “poop” hole hurt, Pike took the girls and Anne back to the healing pool where almost instantly the discomfort to Michelle’s asshole eased.  Time was getting on and he had to think of what else he was to do plus what he was going to do with the girls and Anne.
	He wasn’t sure about the operation of the EMAD and its ability to erase their minds of him.  It would have to be done, though, for security and freedom reasons.  If their minds could not be erased—well, that just spread up a whole new kind of mess.
	After another stint in the healing pool it was back to the cabin for…
	Sex.
	Of course!
	The horrid naked man put his manhood into Fumiko’s sex, when he filled it to capacity with his love cream he pulled out to smear the spunk all over tingling cunt.  Anne then was brought into play—licking up all the spent juices while Michelle sucked the man’s cock clean.
	Anne made faces indicating her level of awareness; she deplored the task of licking cum off of the little girl’s pussy—but she didn’t show much resistance.  
	When the deed(s) were done, Pike settled on the bed—and closed his eyes.
	What awoke him some time later he didn’t know, it was getting a little dark, the heat stifling, and something was wrong with the “picture.”  Sitting bolt upright from the bed he narrowed his eyes staring at little Michelle.
	“Where is she?” Fumiko.
	Michelle looked pale, sweating profusely, and acted way nervous.
	“She-she-sh-she went to the bathroom.” Michelle said.  It was a lie, Pike was an adult and a teacher and he knew a lie when he heard it.
	Anne lay sprawled out on the floor exhausted from her harrowing ordeal and her mind no longer hers to control.
	Then he heard the tale-tell sound of something alarming—
	The incessant grinding of his car trying to start…

	The keys!  He had forgotten the keys when earlier he had sent Fumiko to fetch stuff from the car.  When she returned she had somehow hidden the keys (kiestered them?  Tucked them up her ass?)
	Pike scurried quickly down the narrow path very nearly tumbling, tripping, falling.  That would have been bad.  Somehow he managed not to kill himself or at the very least break his neck.
	Fumiko was in the driver’s seat furiously and very earnestly cranking the key in the ignition trying to get the car to start.

	“You’ve go to put your foot on the brake.” he told her in a calm voice.
	Fumiko freaked.
	After being yanked out of the car the girl was placed down onto the hot skin of the car’s hood and wailed upon.  Just a few swats to turn her ass a brilliant red.  The skin of the car burned her chest, thighs, face, and so she was in double indemnity with pain and discomfort.  Quickly, almost being dragged, the tortured girl was taken to the healing pool.  All the while the girl soaked in the natural Indian stone bathtub, the naked man glared at her.
	Then he heard voices.

*
WTF

	prospective changes
	Feeling dizzy—way dizzy, Anne Lambert woke up and felt sick to her stomach (along with being dizzy.)  Neither ailment cleared after sitting up for a few minutes.  She realized that the temperature was hot—more than hot—fiery ass Hell-like hot.
	Then she realized that she was handcuffed.
	After that realization everything else fell into place.  She had been kidnapped and taken to some remote cabin in the desert-hills and raped.  Repeatedly.  Sodomized, spanked, tortured.  
	And she wasn’t alone.  Sitting curled up on the long single bed was a naked Chinese girl.  More reflections came to Anne—horrible images no shaking of her head to clear them would clear them.  She stared at the girl,
	“Where’s the other one?”
	Michelle shrugged and stared back thinking, ‘probably dead.’

	No, not dead.
	Only a few minutes after the assumption than did Michelle’s already bewildered mind see not only her friend and the horrid man in their midst return to the cabin but four others!  Two boys, two girls.
	Melody Benson, thirteen, was most confused as she had taken a good spill down a hillside slide seriously spraining her ankle to the point where she and her companions thought it to be broken.  Her butt, sides, elbows had also taken mild to serious injury during the plummet—but after a dip into the pool of water there was no evidence of said injuries.
	She was also naked.

	Logan Griffan had scurried down the hillside almost tripping and hurtling down to where his friend lay in some agony.  He was in fear of the girl being seriously hurt and then in fear of what her Dad would do to him for having his little girl hurt.
	Logan and Jake rushed to her aid standing her up—she was a mess, torn clothes and ripped body.  Though she was thirteen there was no holding back the tears or sobs from the painful hurtie-owies wrecking her young body.
	“Let’s head down to those trees,” Jake suggested, “it’ll be a good place to rest out of this sun.”
	With Logan and Jake almost carrying her in a Fireman’s carry they precariously picked their way down to the shade of some pines.  Additional friend, Brenda (12) tagged along almost tripping and falling herself.
	“I guess I better go get help.” Logan said not so enthusiastic about facing Melody’s Dad telling him his little girl was hurt.
	“He’s gonna be mad.” stated matter-of-factly Brenda.
	Logan knew it, they all knew.  It would be the last outing for Melody and when Logan’s Dad learned of the fiasco he wouldn’t be going out hiking any time soon, either.  But Melody was hurt and it wasn’t her fault.  She needed help.
	Suddenly a man appeared—he was naked.  The shock of seeing a naked man coming out of the bush was shocking enough.  Brenda felt a sudden strangeness sweep over her making her a little ill.  The illness swelled up in her stomach and there was no holding back the contents therein; she dove instantly to one side and began to heave.
	A few heavings later and she sat up noting another strange occurrence—her friends were all sitting still.  They were quiet to the point of being “zombie-like.”  The nude man who had suddenly appeared stood holding an object in his hands.  He stared at her; then, wrinkling his nose and stepping closer in in on her space he said,
	“Don’t be scared,” he put out his hand as if to invisibly extend it and push her back down if she attempted to flee, “I’m not going to hurt you.” Liar.
	Brenda looked over her stunned-zombied friends and realized what the object in his hands was.
	“Oh my God!” she blurted.
	The stranger squatted being some feet from the suddenly realizing Brenda, “Don’t run, don’t do anything I don’t tell you—or you or your FRIENDS will regret it.  (dramatic pause)  Got it?”
	Brenda got it.  She didn’t like it—but she got it.
	The naked man then looked over Melody.
	“She hurt her ankle.” Brenda offered.
	“Did she now?” the naked man said with a quirky smile.
	Brenda gulped, sweated, and still felt ill.
	“What are you going to do?” Brenda asked the stupid question.
	The naked man smiled at her—Brenda knew.  She didn’t know what to do—there was little that she could do under the circumstances.  The man looked over the others then simply scooped up the injured girl saying to Brenda, “Come on.” and off thru the brush they went.

	The trail the naked man went along went rounding around some large boulders skirting the hill Brenda and her friends had been hiking up to Eagle’s Summit on a simple day outing.  Once around the biggest boulder there was a pool of water shimmering in the sunlight.  The naked man went to the pool laying the zombie-fied Melody out—and then began undressing her.
	“Take off your clothes.” the naked man told Brenda.  When Brenda didn’t immediately comply—
	“Take ‘em off or I’ll take ‘em off for you.” he said flatly.
	Brenda gulped but nimble trembling fingers began undoing her pants.
	The naked man pulled off Melody’s shoes, then her socks.  Then he paused as he ran his hands up her legs—squeezing between her legs at her private place.  Brenda’s eyes saw the man’s cock harden.
	Brenda had a younger brother and two older ones.  She confessed to the naked man (under duress) that Yes, she had touched her brothers’ pee-pees.  And they, in turn, touched her—their cocks that is.  The two older boys rubbed on her ass with eighteen year old Brandon getting into her asshole.  Fifteen year old Brad got a decent handjob from her but she didn’t care for the cum that spewed out of his piss slit.
	Ten year old Brock got the blowjob.  The older boys weren’t aware, there was more of a congenial rapport between Brock and Brenda and in turn, he licked out her cunny, too.
	But that was it—no penetration.
	The butt fuck from Brandon came when she turned twelve.
	The blowjob she gave brother Brock came—last weekened for his tenth birthday.
	Melody’s pants were off as well as her shirt and undershirt.  The naked man ran his hands all over her body; Brenda knew what the stuff was that dripped out of his penis.  Her mouth hung open and the sick feeling in her stomach increased.

	Brenda herself was down to her panties and bra.
	The naughty naked man slowly pulled down Melody’s panties; Brenda understood what had happened—the zombie-effect.  She knew that the man (naughty naked man) had used an electronic mind altering device on them—for some reason, though, the device didn’t work on her.  She sort of wished it did…
	With Brenda’s panties off, and her bra, the naughty man (naked) looked the girl over.  Brenda clenched herself bringing on a face suggesting agony.
	“Problem?” the naughty naked man asked.
	“I-I gotta pee.” Brenda replied.
	The naked man smiled.

	Only once had Brenda peed outdoors.  Even while camping there were proper facilities to do business in.  The one time she had peed was in her own backyard with brother Brandon.  She had been in a skirt outfit at the time; she and her brother were watching the stars and meteor shower long after everyone else had gone to bed.  When Brenda moved to go back in the house, “What’s up?  Giving up so soon?” Brandon had asked as the two had struggled to stay up after hours and passed midnight to see some special comet zooming across the inky night sky.  “Gotta pee.” Brenda replied.
	“Pee out here.” her brother said.
	Brenda was already at the stage of jerking her brother off—and in turn he was fingering her and watching her masturbate.  Clad in her skirt outfit she had put on after agreeing to sneak out after hours to the backyard with her brother, Brenda squatted, pulled her panties to one side of her pussy and relieved herself.
	Brother Brandon stripped off his clothing completely—he was clad in Hawaiian swim trunks (with the mesh part cut out).  While Brenda peed, Brandon masturbated.

	The naked man’s attention went from Melody to Brenda as she stood, naked, peeing while standing up.  The naughty man seemed very fascinated at the girl relieving herself in such a manner.  She tooted, too.
	When the man reached out for her she reacted as she should under her own power and will—clenching and rearing back.  A head nod from the naked man, though, put Brenda into accepting mode.  She closed her eyes squeezing them tight as the man began smoothing his hand all over her ass.

	Goosebumps aplenty thrived all over Brenda’s nakedness; the stare of the naughty-oh so naughty naked man’s eyes to her naked sex annoyed her.  She was embarrassed more than frightened.  (she should have been more frightened…)
	After the feel job from her ass the naked man’s attention returned to Melody.  The man slipped into the water and had Brenda help with the bringing in of her companion.  Once Melody was in the water and being held by the naughty man, Brenda herself came in and settled on the natural rim just under the water’s surface.
	Brenda’s fears quickly subsided as the cooling waters of the pond was very refreshing.  Very.  She farted and felt a strange tingling sensation thriving throughout her young body.  Her embarrassment level had decreased somewhat—somewhat.  Her concern for Melody increased as Melody suddenly began to contort oddly.
	“She’s having a convulsion.” the naked man said.  He didn’t know why, it hadn’t happened to him or anyone else.
	The convulsion came to an apex and then tapered off.  Checking her cuts and abrasions the naked man found none and her swollen ankle was normal size.  Gingerly then was Melody placed out of the water where a little shade from the surrounding pines kept the sun from baking her.  Then,
	“Stay here.” the naked man said and left to get the others.

	He wasn’t gone long and came back with Logan and Jake.  They walked on their own—directed to do so by naked man prodding them.  Once at the secluded pond the man seemed to be speaking to the EMAD he had in his hands and grew frustrated when something apparently didn’t work.  So he smiled at length and looked to Brenda saying,
	“Well, it’s up to you and me.”
	Brenda had no clue.
	“What?” she asked not knowing.
	“You take his clothes off (Logan) and I’ll do this one (Jake.)”
	Brenda batted her eyes in near horror.  Her mouth agape her body language suggested “NO FUCKING WAY”.  The naked man in her midst smiled back at her conveying, “YES FUCKING WAY” or be dealt punishment.
	Brenda thought it over and though she didn’t like it—she began undressing her friend.

	The naked naughty man took his time undressing twelve year old Jake, Brenda took even more time with Logan who was two years older.  The four were friends who occasionally got into various trouble with their exploits—getting lost, going out beyond set boundaries, curfew violations, and etc.  Melody’s single Dad was the stickler for rules—mostly to protect his one and only child, a girl at that.  
	It was very seldom that the four got to go off on their own without an adult snooping or tailing them.  A foregone conclusion would have it that the kids’ excursions were over.
	Brenda stared near straight thru Logan Griffan as she lowered his jeans.  The boy wore boxers and though lo she was not a virgin to seeing a pud AND she HAD seen Logan’s pud (while peeing just recently) it was different this time.
	The naked man had Jake’s pants AND underwear down and was fooling with the boy’s pud!
	OMG! was Brenda’s sentiment.  She had heard of MEN having sex with boys but wasn’t quite sure how that happened.  She knew what sex was between the sexes but of the same sex?  How did that happen?
	Jake stared straight ahead making no indication whatsoever that he was aware of being molested.  The naughty man pulled off Jake’s shirt then helped him become nude completely.  A sincere hard stare came Brenda’s way—‘why isn’t he naked, yet?’ was the man’s conveyance.
	Brenda tugged down Logan’s clothes and tried not to pay too much attention to his dangling dong.  She stood and pulled off his shirts then waited for whatever was next.
	The boys were taken into the pool was what was next.
	Neither had a conniption fit.
	After immersion they were laid out on the ground beside Melody.
	The horrid naughty naked man stood before the almost distraught Brenda, “Suck me” he told her.
	Brenda gulped and fought hard to keep from barfing.  Closing her eyes she gripped the man’s pud and took it into her mouth.
	It wasn’t all that bad.  It was just the thought of it.
	Brenda sucked—and sucked—and sucked.  She got a mouthful of dick and then a subsequent mouthful of cum.  The spew filled her mouth so suddenly that some of the spunk came squirting out her nose!  It was gross and Brenda reacted by retching and very nearly vomiting.
	The horrid man pulled his pud out of her mouth and humped her face having his cock right up alongside her nose saying “suck my balls.”  Brenda engulfed the hairy nuggets and choked back her emotions.

	Afterwards, under the shade of the pines, Brenda “assumed” the hands and knees position so as the man could get at her ass.  Brenda couldn’t help but naturally clench as foreign fingers probed her cunny and asshole.  She straddled her friend, Logan, and soon was pressed to lay on him.  
	“Grind yourself against him.” the man said spanking lightly her bare bum.  Brenda’s mind was going into overload but she began grinding her sex against Logan—at least he didn’t know about it.
	Brenda always figured Logan probably would like to doink her.  Jake, too.  Brenda was too afraid of getting pregnant or getting some lame ass disease.  Pregnant would be the worst, though.  She enjoyed masturbation and found many techniques to please her self—carrots weren’t good but bananas were.  Cucumbers, zucchini, hot dog wieners, and candlesticks all served to please her cunny.  
	Sometimes she ran amok in her house (when alone) naked.  This was done when she knew someone in the family was coming home.  Often she would sit at her window on the 2nd floor of her home and wait.  She would masturbate while waiting and when the family car pulled into the drive it was a race to “get off” before anyone came into the house and caught her naked.
	Her Dad caught her naked in the hallway sometimes—usually way late at night.  She explained that she was taking a shower—going or coming from.  Her Dad was embarrassed and usually made a hasty retreat.  There were many embarrassing moments shared with her Daddy; farting, in her undies, fingering herself and falling asleep and Daddy just “waltzing” into her room asking if she would like to go for ice cream and there she was all sprawled out on the bed—naked, fingers in her cum drenched cunt…
	The naked man spanked her, but not hard.  Brenda’s Daddy had spanked her bare bottom a few times, too.  The last time she had been under ten but older than six.  Eight.  She had been eight and lied about a bad report card.  Then she had been caught with some girlfriends doing a Five Finger Discount at a corner liquor store.  Her friends got away and she got caught by the store manager.  Although she gained high praise and points with her friends—she got the bare hand of wrath from her Dad to her bare ass.
	Since then she had been pretty good.
	After a few minutes of grinding-grinding-grinding, Brenda discovered Logan’s cock seriously hard.  The man behind her then did the unthinkable and helped guide the boy’s dick into her sex!  Brenda didn’t know what to do; uncontrollably she clenched but was smacked hard on her ass.  The presence of Logan’s cock filled her cunt as she was settled down onto it.

	Logan let out a moan of satisfaction—his face remained stoic, though, and he did not “pump.”  The naughty man caressed Brenda’s ass and began raising her Up and Down.
	Brenda took over, she didn’t bleed; a faithful candlestick had done that some months earlier.  But a dick into her cunt there had never been.  She didn’t know quite what to make of it—comparing Logan’s dong to the candlestick, the all beef American hot dog, the cuke and zuke just didn’t hold up.  The presence of dick was better—way better.  Brenda began pumping on her own, straddling Logan’s body and reeling in the feeling.
	Logan Griffan was a handsome fellow; dark hair, dazzling blue eyes, a trim, slim, young teenage body.  He had boyish features and was a little egotistical to the point that some girls in his social couldn’t stand him—although he was pretty.
	Brenda’s dark brown hair was pasted to her bare backside; the straight bangs that usually hung loosely part way into her eyes clung to her skin as the heat of the day increased.
	The naughty man caressed her ass and commenced to fingering her hole driving the poor hapless girl into a tizzy.  The act of being fingered brought on mixed feelings—she liked it but knew that she wasn’t supposed to like it.
	Soon the finger was replaced by a bigger finger…

Perspective
	Michelle sat up with mouth dropping as in thru the door came a whole new group of people.  The naked man came up behind them fiddling with the minding device.  Michelle couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Fumiko was nearly thrown back into the cabin—though she had been immersed in the healing waters her ass still stung a little from the beating she had received prior.
	The four newbies were set down, one of the newbies didn’t seem to be affected by the minding device.  All the while the naked man had been gone, the naked woman had tried to get Michelle to “find the keys/look for the handcuff keys.”
	The naked woman tried at length just talking to the girl, asking her name, if she knew the naked man, if she had an idea of where they were or where the keys were.
	Michelle, though, wasn’t too talkative and mostly responded to the woman’s questions with shoulder shrugs and blank stares.  At length, the woman gave up shaking her head.  She moved to brace against the wall and look her environment over.

	There wasn’t much to see; her interests was in tools, implements, something—anything to get her an advantage.  Her feet were tether to a wooden post.  When she tried breaking the post by pulling earnestly—a lot of debris from the ceiling fell and the attempt to break the support post was abandoned.  She would have to wait for an opportunity of some kind.
	In the meantime…
	The naked man undone the woman’s restraint from the center post and had to slap her legs to get her to open them.  She shook her head, cussed something, then laid out and was calm (after the naked man straddling her did something with the minding device.)  It was still evident, though, that the woman was aware and could control herself and her actions but she was calmer about it.
	Michelle wrapped her arms about her knees; her back against the corrugated tin wall she watched as one of the teenage boys “went down” on the woman and began licking her out.  The other teenage boy went to his knees at the woman’s head.
	“Suck him.” the naked man said.
	The woman squeezed her eyes tight but complied with the given command.  Michelle squeezed herself all the tighter; the man watched the teenage boys and then stared at Michelle.  The man’s stare made her uncomfortable.
	After a few minutes, though, the man returned to “directing” the teenage boys.  With a tap to the boy who was licking out the woman’s pussy, the boy moved up sliding his teenhood into the woman’s pussy.  Michelle was sitting just where she could see it perfectly—the penetration.  It was kind of awing to see “sex” in progress; her mouth fell open as she was captivated in her awe—her pussy tingled, clenched, and began to pulsate.
	Logan’s mind was a blur of confusion.  There were too many images—none of which were clear enough to make sense.  It was mostly “WTF!?”  From the onset there was confusion—a naked man had come upon him (and his friends.)  Logan’s concern was for the injured Melody; concern though was displaced mostly for himself as with Mel’s injury that ended their excursions into the desert wilds.  Well, it ended Melody’s excursions for sure—and with Melody—Logan was close to “getting into her pants.”  She was warming up to his charm and he was sure that in due time she would shuck her pants and they would have sex.
	But wait—he WAS having sex.
	But it wasn’t with Melody…

	His mind was frapped; he couldn’t make out clearly who it was he was riding.  As he concentrated (and continued to pump) he came to realize that it was a woman he was riding.  A woman!  “WTF!?”
	Like Michelle, Brenda sat in awe.  She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  A horrible taste existed in her mouth; she felt ill, confused, with just a little sexually responsive.  She didn’t want to; she understood to some limited degree that she and her friends had been kidnapped for obvious sexual purposes.  Brenda also knew that the use of an EMAD was the primary—the naked naughty man had a commanding way about him and she knew that if she didn’t follow thru with his verbal commands she could face punishment.
	Brenda didn’t care for punishment.  She cared less for being violated and soiled.  But then again…

	For awhile there was confusion—mass confusion.  There were images in his mind he couldn’t make out—they made no sense.  The basic information was a little skewed, too; he knew who he was, that was a plus.  But WHERE he was was a little fuzzy.
	And there was this pesky image lingering in the front of his mind of Brenda sucking his dick.  The confusion exploded from there with mixed feelings and emotions going rampantly in all directions.  His desire was for Melody.  Brenda was secondary—mostly ‘cause she was twelve and if it ever got known by anyone else he was a dead man (and he had so much more pussy to fuck!)
	Sinking his pud into Melody’s cunt was his primary goal.  Thereafter, her mouth and asshole were to follow then he could move on to another conquest.  He was willing to wait until Brenda was at least a year older.  At least.  But she DID have a nice ass, a sweeter personality, and probably a nice tight twat.
	But then again, she had brothers and Logan was fairly sure that brothers humped their sisters.  It was the norm of society and acceptable.  Logan had no sisters, or brothers.  Logan had charm, an ego as big as Montana (where he hailed from), and a hard cock that wouldn’t quit.
	If he could fuck a girl younger than Brenda—would he?
	On the onset—no.  He wouldn’t dare.  Getting caught doing so would be the end—the living end.  He couldn’t risk his freedom, or life, for succumbing to the wills of his horny cock.
	So there were girls younger than Brenda that tempted him?
	Very.

	What if the “risk” and security issue were removed?
	That required a long thought.  Then,
	‘Sure, if no one were to know, to find out that it was him.’
	And if the girl was two-three years younger—would it matter?
	Another long pause.
	The pause lingered and was therefore interrupted by another posing question:  ‘what if the young girl, say ten or so, was under the influence of an EMAD?’
	Logan nodded his head, mind rolling.  ‘then the girl wouldn’t know (it was me?)
	‘Right.’
	‘Cool.’
	Logan was all for it.  The girl could be eleven, TEN, or even nine and as long as she was influenced to be “willing” by the amazing prowess of a minding device—Logan was cool to be naughty with her.  He didn’t want to be rough or cause damage to the girl and with young girls mostly just finger them out, lick their cunnies and hump ON them and not in.
	Then there was this image of a woman.
	That was more pesky and annoying.
	The level of confusion in Logan’s mind reached its apex; he felt hot, almost sick with an annoying headache encroaching upon his mind rendering him a little more than simply confused.  “what the fuck?” he mouthed (seeing two strange naked girls sitting on their butts against a wall, Brenda and Melody—also naked, Jake—naked, and a woman, too.)
	“Hi there!” spoke an unknown voice.
	Logan looked to see a man—also naked and his confusion just collapsed in on itself.  He was willing to succumb to anything—it was a level of being “broken.”  
	“You have a choice,” the naked man said squatting before him,
	“Yeah?” Logan said acknowledging his mind set of being non-existent and there was no resistance whatsoever.
	“Join me.” the man simply said.
	The offer was incredible.  Logan had to think, the repercussions had him by the balls—he feared getting into trouble.  His Dad, the girls’ Dads, the Law.  But the naked man, who introduced himself as “Reginald”, assured him that once returned to the norm of society the blame for his sexual improprieties could be blamed on a lunatic with an EMAD.
	Logan took as many as ten seconds to agree.
	First up, taking the two Chinese girls outside for a pee.

*

	Logan thought he was going to explode—sexually speaking.  He was still mightily confused (that goes without saying) and accepting his fate (as well as the others) was a difficult realm to fathom.  But fathom it he was willing.  
	Outside it was a little warm but soothed from searing heat by the shade of the pines.  The two Chinese girls were escorted to a spot beside the ramshackeled miner’s shack.  Then, there, while standing, the girls peed.  Logan was in awe.  Pure awe.  
	“Whoa.” The teen said staring right at the young girls as they stood with their legs spread out and a steady stream of pent up pee spewing from their bald little poons.
	Logan had wood.
	“Reginald” had wood.  Reginald/Pike masturbated and after the girls had their pee—the taller one (Fumiko) came forth to take over masturbating Reginald while the other girl (Michelle) did same to Logan.
	Logan liked—a lot!
	From masturbation to copulation.
	Logan’s eyes choked him as they swelled in his throat—watching as Fumiko sucked on Reginald’s cock.  Then, Michelle did same to him and totally blew his mind (and cock!)  It no longer mattered about the age of a girl—not in the least.

*

	Time was a problem—there wasn’t much of it.  After shenanigans with the Chinese girls a necessary rest was necessary.  The blow job from Michelle was fantastic—and it was doubly so when the other sucked him, too.  But he didn’t cum; moving the girls where it was more shady and Logan found himself on top of the first girl, Michelle.  His cock grinded nicely against the young girl—his mind not quite sure what was going on.  Oh, he knew what was going on but there seemed to be a gap from when after he got his second blow job to laying on top of the first girl.  
	He decided not to worry about it and with a little clumsy maneuvering his cock began making entry into her sex.  The girl’s eyes bulged and Logan hoped he was being gentle.  Beside him, the man (Reginald) had the other Chinese girl on her hands and knees and was pumping her from behind.  Whether he was in her Ass or Pussy wasn’t clear, not to Logan.  He didn’t care, either.
	Nailing the Chinese girls, though, was not Logan’s top priority.  Reginald/Pike knew that and after Logan had fucked Michelle then took the girls to the secret pond for a revitalization, the teen got to sink his bone into Melody.  At last!
	Melody was “under the influence” and not fully aware of being shagged.  Brenda was NOT under the influence and sat watching in mild trepidation and awe.  Pike took a turn with her, having position herself on her hands and knees—straddling Anne Lambert’s face.
	Anne was livid and barely controllable.  Pike had worries about her, he was relatively sure that with the EMAD he could do something with the others—but with Anne he wasn’t sure.  
	Again, time—time was getting short.  Gripping Brenda’s hips he drove his manhood into the girl’s hole and enjoyed several minutes of intense humping.  Logan, meanwhile, had gotten off with his prize, pulled out and lay on his back heaving.  He trembled all over—his cock was in a category of sexual awe all its own leaving his body to fend for itself.  His mind was more than frapped than ever—approaching maximum overload.
	Pike wasn’t doing very well with the electronic contraption—the only one under the influence of the EMAD was Melody!  The electronic thing still worked, though—but just not in the capacity of capturing the brain waves of a Subject to the point of manipulating them.  The EMAD seemed to be only capable of rewiring the Target mind.
	Time was short—especially for Logan and his friends.  They had to get back to where they had last been and return to their parents SOON.  That left little time for shagging and mind dinking.  
	Logan was in a personal quandary—who to fuck?  His cock ached for Melody, but Brenda and the woman also delighted his dong.  The two Chinese girls, too, tantalized him to no end.  There, too, was Logan’s friend, Jake.  Jake wasn’t under the influence of the EMAD, either.  He had been, but after being brought to the cabin the effects affecting him effectively wore off.
	Only Officer Anne needed restraint, though; everyone else was willing, semi-willing, or something close to willing—close enough not to be a danger or warrant being tied up.
	Logan once more laid into Officer Anne—and laid her.  He basically melted.  He loved humping Melody, getting sucked on by Fumiko and Michelle, humping Fumiko and Michelle—Melody, and Brenda, but sinking his pud into a full grown woman?—now that was something.

	Pike smiled as he watched the boy put it to Anne.  Everyone watched with Brenda and Jake masturbating—albeit subtly.  Pike masturbated blatantly.  
	Anne was livid—she had been so from the beginning and her state of being pissed off was only intensified as things went on.  Having to lick Brenda’s cum laden asshole after the Perpetrator had sodomized the girl’s hole was almost the living end.  Anne’s mind was at the breaking point—the horror of watching the man above her slam his manhood into the young teen girl was just too much.  The smell created by his thrusting, a reeking odor of various body odors, sweat, and then cum dripping onto her face followed by the command “lick her clean” just about did it for her.
	Greatly did Anne try not to get into “getting into.”  The teenager humping her wasn’t bad looking—in fact, he was rather cute.  She knew that the boy was commanded by an EMAD—she didn’t hold what he was doing to her against him.
	While the hunky teen humped her, the person responsible for the hellish nightmare continued his orchestration—having the other teenage boy hump on one of the other girls.  The two Chinese girls sat quietly together, arms about their knees, watching.
	Thirteen year old Jake was an avid masturbator—a daily ritual.  Sometimes he jerked off twice a day—once after rising and once before closing his eyes at night.  He jerked off into his Mom’s panties, too.  Other than that and he was a virgin.  Vaguely was he aware of what was going on and how—he didn’t care.  He cared a little but not enough to merit deep concerns.  He was getting laid and that was all that mattered!
	Sinking his pud into Melody was the best.  The stirrings of his cum were felt right from the onset—as his cock slid into her sex spurts of cum already began firing.  The more he went into the girl the more his cock swelled and exploded sperm.  Jake’s eyes rolled, his toes curled, his hair tingled, and the sensation of masturbation did not compare.
	Melody reacted by wrapping her arms about her hiking friend—she clung to him and accepted him giving no thought to anything else.  At the moment, nothing else did matter.  
	Even after his cock had fired off and humped Brenda’s cunt for three minutes—Jake’s pud remained amazingly hard.  He pulled out after he felt it was time to do so and lay his prick into Brenda’s dick trench and took a rest break.  He lay his full weight on the girl until such a time as she had had enough of that and pushed him off.  “get off me!” she bitched.

	Jake rolled onto his backside—his cock steamed and ached (but it was a good ache.)  Five minutes later and he was sliding his prick into Melody.  Fumiko was brought over to “clean off” Brenda’s cummy cunt.  When Jake delivered his next wash of cum in and on Melody, Michelle cleaned her off.
	Pike got into the act—his cock was beyond ache.  Logan was having a time with Anne’s cunt—it wasn’t that she wasn’t “tight” per se, but the boy had cum multiple times already and his exhausted cock just couldn’t achieve that orgasmic thrill every cock desired to do.
	But he kept trying.
	Pike “Reginald” Elsworth came up and put his prick to Anne’s backdoor.  Double penetration.  Anne had never been double penetrated before and Logan had never participated in a double penetration.  Anne Lambert went into orbit.  She didn’t know what to think or do—there was nothing to do but “hang on.”  Being fucked in the butt usually gave very little pleasure but with the presence of a dick in her cunt—the presence of a dick in her butt increased the pleasure level and she freaked (sexually speaking.)
	It was still, though, wrong.  It was illegal, against her will, and all that.  She knew that.  She was a cop; she had been immersed in many sexual assault cases and kidnapping for sexual purposes was wrong-wrong-wrong.
	But it sure as hell felt good.
	The event put Anne on a new level of sexual awareness—one she knew esthetically she should deny if not abhor.  She was a woman, a police officer—being kidnapped for the purposes of sex by some horny horndog just wasn’t right.
	But it sure as hell felt good.
	The confusion and hatred dimmed (some).
	After the Double P she “assumed” the position of being on her hands and knees.  Fumiko got the assigned task of coming over to clean the cummy asshole while Jake, fresh from fucking Melody, stood before Anne having his throbbing cum squirting erection fill the woman’s mouth.
	The second night at the cabin came—it was a little cooler with a stiffening breeze.  Pike saw himself making an entire week’s stay at the cabin but it couldn’t be—rangers and other assorted law enforcing agents would be scouring the hills for the missing hiking teens.  They had to be returned—soon.
	So Logan and Jake got a work out—Logan sunk his pud into Brenda, Jake did likewise to Melody.  There wasn’t much time but Jake took a moment to “take in” Melody’s pussy.  His first up close and personal viewing of a girl’s poon without being hit for it.

	After Jake got off Melody, taking five minutes to so, Pike took a turn with the boy—and as he “put it to the boy’s backdoor hole” the use of the mind manipulator came into play.  
	‘you like getting dick in the ass.’
	‘you like sucking dick.’
	The emphasis of being homosexual also (and specifically) was aimed at being dicky with Logan.   The two would become sexually active with one another—but,
	‘you like sex with Melody (and Brenda.)’ it had to be added.
	After an eternity of riding Jake’s ass (and hole) and the delivery of his new way of life to his mind, it was Logan’s turn.  Logan, though, wasn’t fucked in the ass during his new mind instructions—the boy was preoccupied humping Melody’s ass as she lay on her back, her legs up along his chest.
	Logan was receptive to his “new way of life.”  Like his friend, Jake, Logan would primarily enjoy sinking his pud into Melody and Brenda—with a side folly of butt humping (and being butt humped) by Jake.
	With that, Pike laid into Brenda.  
	Brenda, too, didn’t need much in the way of “fixing.”  She was willing to so-so.  Sex with Jake and Logan would be ok—so long as they wrapped their wienies.  And no rough stuff.  Pike had it easy and gingerly filled the teen’s pussy with his love stick—then minutes later released a copious amount of love cream…

*

cum stains for everyone!
	Logan, Melody, Jake, and Brenda sat in the waning minutes of day shaking their heads, feeling dizzy and just a little sore.  Mass confusion ruled their minds and they looked to one another strangely to very strangely.
	‘WTF!?’ reigned supreme in their minds.  Then,
	Logan leaned up against a slanting boulder unzipping his pants.  His cock throbbed and he was quick to begin pleasing it.  So was Melody.  The girl beheld a very curious face and it seemed like she couldn’t believe what she was doing—but she did it.  Melody took over masturbating Logan; she stared and stared at his pulsing dong in her hand as she feverishly with a fervor worked it to the ultimate mode of being stiff.
	Then she knelt before him and astonished her friends, and Logan, with her cock sucking prowess.  Logan let out a satisfying moan and pumped tenaciously into her mouth.

	Midway along her task and Brenda was shucking her pants and panties.  Jake pushed down his pants and underwear and stood a little bewildered watching friend Brenda push her own pants and underwear down.  Then she turned to go down on her hands and knees…

*

 	From his hiding spot Pike was relatively certain for sure certainty that the hiking friends were oblivious to what had happened to them AND they were willingly adopting their new way of being friends.  He still wished he had had more time to be with them.
	Back at the miner’s shack he found Fumiko on top of Anne—just like he had left them.  Fumiko was sitting perched on Anne’s face laying down the woman’s body.  Michelle was at Anne’s pussy, her pussy squashed up against the woman’s cunt with Fumiko licking out both poons.
	Pike Reginald Elsworth was worn out and would like nothing better than to be home in his bathtub having a beer.  But he wasn’t.  He was in a remote cabin out in the desert hills with two Chinese girls he had out and out kidnapped (for sexually purposes) as well as a city police officer.
	“Fixing” their minds wasn’t working out, either.
	He wasn’t sure about the girls, but was fairly certain that they would keep to themselves what had happened to them.  Anne Lambert, however, was a cop and most likely would not be able to keep to herself her ordeal.  Pike was in a pickle.
	The pickle was satisfied (somewhat) with the insertion of his “pickle” into Anne’s pussy while Fumiko inserted an old candle into the woman’s asshole.  Anne batted her eyes and thrashed about some—double penetration seemed just the thing.  She trembled, peed, and convulsed.
	Michelle sat squatting in disbelief, curious about the DP.  Fumiko worked the old weathered hardened candle into the woman’s asshole—a little grossed out about the doing.  She had to hold one cheek open while pushing the dildo in and out mindful of the words the naughty man told her, “work it in as far as you can.”
	Michelle finally came over—after a head nod from the naughty naked man and helped hold Anne’s cheeks open to ease the insertion of the candle.  Pike filled Anne’s cunt and power fucked her into oblivion.  She had never had such an orgasm and trembled for several minutes after experiencing the most hellacious orgasm to date.

	After the hellacious orgasm she lay on her side heaving; cum drizzled out of her cunt—her womanly pussy pulsing squeezing out the ooze.  Her entire body was a sheen layer of sweat.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” she breathed.
	Fumiko and Michelle sat back—the dildo was ALL the way in Anne’s asshole—as intended.  Pike caressed and patted Anne’s ass, his cock had softened and it would be some time before it got hard again.  
	What a time he had had!  What a weekend!  Could it get any better?  What was next?  Equipped with an EMAD the possibilities were endless—endless!  
	His cock ached at the notion of poking and breeching new holes.  Girls of any age, all ages, could not only tempt him but be him—er, he could have them.  He could be the monster depicted in the daily news blabs.
	That was unsettling.  He didn’t want to be a monster—he just wanted sexual encounters with girls (and boys) and enjoy himself.  Looking at the two girl scouts he felt a twinge of regret and he sighed.  The spanking he had delivered to Fumiko wasn’t too good—that was monstrous.
	A little after midnight and Pike walked outside.  He had to think, the EMAD wasn’t working—not to the point of erasing the memories that needed erasing.  Anne, Fumiko, Michelle were security risks.  There was a solution to the risk—but that was even more monstrous than what had already been done to them.
	From the cabin he walked along the narrow trail to the miraculous healing pond and immersed himself therein.  Only minutes after sinking himself in up to his head than he drifted off to sleep.

Whats a little tragedy to enlighten your day?
	He awoke hours later with a startle—mostly cause he was chilling to the bone and nearly drowning as his body had relaxed and slipped down.  Pure fright filled him as confusion reigned in his mind—only when he pulled himself up out of the pool did he get his senses back (some.)
	“Holy shit.” he exclaimed to himself.
	For a long while he sat on his hands and knees panting dripping pond water baking in the early morning sun.
	Baking in the early morning sun?
	Ut oh.
	With some haste he motivated himself along the trail back to the cabin with fear welling up in him big time.  And his fear escalated when he saw only Anne and Michelle—Fumiko was gone!  (again)

	No, she wasn’t at the car—and for a moment he couldn’t remember where the keys were.  But she wasn’t there.  Michelle was no help, 
	“Where is she?  When did she leave?” Pike asked of her.
	Michelle was frightened and whimpered, “I don’t know, I was asleep.”
	At the moment Pike couldn’t rightly determine if the girl was lying or covering her friend’s departure time.  He wasn’t going to get a straight answer out of Anne, either.  Out of the cabin he flew in a desperate search for the missing girl.  She could cause him real trouble—like a loss of freedom.
	Plus, she didn’t know where she was and could possibly get herself hurt to seriously hurt.  That was a major worry—he didn’t want anything very terrible to happen to the girls (even though it meant a tragic end for him…)
	From the cabin he went down to the car (just to make sure) and scoured the area there.  Lots of places for a little naked girl to hide—in among the great boulders there were lots of crevices great and small.
	There, too, was a cliff side.
	The road up to the cabin ran up from the desert floor kissing a rolling desert hill that sometimes disappeared to the other extreme—a gorge.  The gorge varied from ten feet wide to thirty with being ten to thirty feet deep, too.  Cacti, brush, and hot sharp unfriendly rocks all about to shred any body.
	Fumiko Wong lay at the bottom of the gorge.
	She had gone to the car but didn’t have the keys the second try, her little foot prints were all over with evidence suggesting she had desperately tried finding any spare keys.  The spare keys were at home.
	After a frivolous search the girl struck out to find help—in the middle of the morning while her horrid naked naughty kidnapper was soaking in the mysterious healing pond.
	One fateful misstep later…
	Picking his way down and Pike nearly met the same fate as the girl.  The trek was made worse by being butt bare ass and barefooted.  By the time he finally got to the bottom of the gorge the morning sun was cooking the gorge.  Squatting before the lifeless body of the young girl the emotions filled Pike to the point of rage.
	“God-fucking-damn it!” he yelled kicking the girl’s body.  “I didn’t mean this to happen!” and he didn’t.  He sighed and sat blistering in the sun trying to blot out of his mind the young girl’s face—her eyes were open exhibiting a look of shock and horror.

	Pike wondered if she had died on the way down or after she had come to rest on the hot rocky/sandy ground.  More emotions were to follow.  The sun continued to cook him having him make way to the shade of an overhanging jutting boulder.  His feet hurt and were cut up big time from the trek down—he would need another soaking in the healing pond.
	The healing pond.
	Hmmm.
	He wondered.
	He wondered some more.
	What did he have to lose?  
	How much time did he have?
	Could it be possible?  That was the confusing part.  The cuts and scrapes the pond healed up nicely, even Melody’s ankle.  Could the mysterious pond, too, bring back life?
	Didn’t seem possible but then again…
	Hefting a ten year old’s body up out of the gorge wasn’t an easy task considering the girl weighed about seventy pounds and the climb out was on hot searing rocks.  There were stickers and cacti to contend with, shifting lose sand beneath his feet and ever increasing heat.
	More than once did he slip down busting his shins, knees, and ass.
	His feet and hands took the brunt of injuries.
	At the top of the gorge he just flipped the lifeless body of the girl onto the hot sand and almost fell back into the gorge!  Grabbing Fumiko’s leg saved him from doing so.  
	Fearing that time was against him he hefted the girl over his shoulder and began hoofing it to the pond.  The pond seemed so far away and he was in serious need of clothing protection and a drink from the ice chest in the cabin.  Bringing his Marine training to bear he hoofed it on to the pond; on those long enduring endurance runs he thought he would never make it.
	“One mile—no good!  Two miles—no good!  Three miles—getting’ better!  Four miles—break sweat!  Five miles—breathing harder!” and so on.  Pike never thought he would make the long runs, but a Drill Instructor helped him out—
	“See that phone pole?” the DI said to him as Pike was about to drop out and die off in a ditch.
	Pike acknowledged that he saw the phone pole (in the distance.)
	“I want you to run to that phone pole before you drop out!”
	Pike summoned up the strength somehow and got it in his head—to make the run to the phone pole THEN he would drop out and die in the ditch along side the road.

	Just feet from the phone and the DI yelled into his ear again,
	“See that road sign?”
	A phone pole, road sign, fence, tank, whatever—was always the next point to reach before “dropping out” and being the personal love toy of several DIs at Parris Island.  At the time of entering the grueling Crucible, Pike was making the enduring runs at the front of the platoon—carrying the battalion flag.
	Carrying Fumiko’s dead weight Pike called into his mind his training and focused his eyes on a strangely leaning pine tree growing out of a great boulder that had a crack in it (it reminded Pike of a butt and the tree was—well, you know.) 
	He made tree and then sighted in on the boulder jutting out towards the nearby gorge that resembled a lizard with it’s mouth open.  From there there was the apex of the hilly trail before descending down to the pond.  Fumiko’s body was getting heavier and heavier and heavier.
	Just before the dizziness swept over him completely debilitating him he dropped the girl into the pond and fell in himself.  His confusion and sudden shock nearly took him out—he struggled to stay afloat and then fought to reclaim Fumiko who had begun to sink to the bottom.
	Grabbing her hair he labored to bring her to the surface all the while flailing about trying not to drown.  His feet finally found the rim encircling the pond just under the surface.  He brought Fumiko to him and squeezed her.
	“Wake up, damn it!” he yelled.
	Suddenly—Fumiko’s eyes opened.
	A release of air from the girl’s mouth came with her eyes widened in extreme fright.  Confusion followed.  She looked to Pike with bewildered awe.
	Pike was just thrilled that she was alive.  He sighed, hugged the girl, and wept some.  Fumiko didn’t know what to do and hugged back.  The elation was incredible—she had been DEAD—broken and lifeless just moments earlier on her way to rigor mortis.
	Lifting the girl up onto the bank of the pond he looked her over to be sure.  The girl looked to him strangely, held his hands, and was very calm.  She seemed a little strange but he couldn’t figure exactly why or what.  Looking her over he found nothing physically wrong with her—and the exam was pretty neat in itself.  But his sexual desires were nipped by his concern.  Of course, the girl had just been revived from the status of DEAD—that surely had to have some effect on her.

 	Pike couldn’t figure it—something was wrong.  Really wrong.  But what?
	“Are you ok?”  ok, it was stupid thing to ask but he had to.
	The little girl with a blank stare shrugged indifference.
	“Uhm, what’s your name?” that seemed the logical next step.
	The girl pursed her lips and continued to stare at him.
	Hmmm.
	More “hmmm” as Pike quizzed her—name, where she lived, school name, parents’ names, did she like scouting, selling cookies, giving head, taking it in the ass…
	No response other than blank stares and shrugs.
	Pike was befuddled to say the least.  What did this mean?
	Wrinkling his nose he opened the girl’s legs.
	No resistance whatsoever.  Then,
	Gently pushing her back, with her butt on the rim of the pool, Pike went down on her licking her out thoroughly.  Her pussy freshly clean(ed) from the miraculously healing pond was even more fantastic than ever!  He couldn’t put his finger on it—but he could his tongue.  That being that while driving his tongue wildly about the inner most portion of the girl’s cunny he found the thin membrane that was her intact hymen.
	That couldn’t be—he had fucked it!  Logan and Jake had fucked it.  A candlestick and as many fingers probing had fucked it.  How could her pussy be new?
	Ah, the miraculous healing waters had not only brought the young girl back to life but made her a virgin once more!  Amazing!  Pike realized what he had—in regards to the pond.  It was more than what the discovery of gold in 1848; the discovery of the planets, a new species of life, and other important “firsts” like that.
	But what was he to do?  If he told anybody then the pond would be overused and no one could use it.  Best keep it a secret.  It would be a hard secret to keep—something like the mysterious waters that not only healed broken ankles but gave back life was something—really something!
	After munching on Fumiko’s cunt (and discovering that she was a virgin again) Pike mounted her and eased into her sex his sex.  Once more like the first time—the young girl’s eyes bulged and her sweet-sweet face took on an air of awe.
	Pike tried to be calm and ease himself in—the sensations in his cock were overwhelming to the point of overpowering him.  There was the thought, though, that once before he had had the girl in the water—after deflowering her—and afterwards she was still a non-virgin.

	Maybe becoming a virgin again only happened after her young life was squashed out of her and THEN she was brought back to life whole and anew.
	So far she hadn’t spoken yet.  Just how “anew” was she?
	Fumiko made haughting breaths as Pike’s cock slammed into her cunny; he tried to take his time but the sensations in his cock were too much to ignore and he stepped up the process to reach that goal of wondrous orgasm.
	It felt like a river of fire exploding from his dick.  A powerful jet of cum squirted—no, exploded out of his piss slit filling Fumiko’s cunt instantly.  Pike’s eyes fluttered with his mind fluttering, too.  His power thrusts calmed down some (some) but the intensity of their union lasted a few minutes before.
	Exhausted, Pike lay beside the girl gently tweaking her nipples and fingering her well fucked re-broken in cunt.  The girl lay still staring up to the sky, panting, breathing hard, sweating.  It was an experience like no other.
	Some minutes later and it was time to hustle back to the cabin.  Fumiko and himself firstly immersed themselves in the water—no reaction of any sort came from the young girl.  Pike was worried but it was a different kind of worry now.
	Along with way back to the cabin Pike quizzed her again.  She could hear, as they walked he would ask her questions and she would look up to him.  They would pause to watch a woodpecker peck; feel the warm breeze wafting up from the desert valley, and listen to other birds in the swaying pines.
	Pike caressed the girl’s butt and got her to masturbate him—followed by sucking him.  He almost nailed her right there on the path but managed to get her back to the cabin.  A cold drink from the ice chest then he sat her on the bed saying “stay here.” 
	Whether or not the girl understood or not was not clear.  
	“Come with me.” Pike told Michelle.  Semi reluctantly the girl picked herself up and followed the horrid naughty naked man out the cabin door.  Pike had put on his shoes.

	The day was going fast, the heat increasing, and the end of the school year was at hand.  He had to go to school and finish up.  There was a supposed open spot at the local high school he hoped to get a seat for.  His years of service in the district gave him first dibs and his mind whirled at the thought of teenage girls in short skirts, tight pants, and cheerleaders…

	At the gorge Michelle stood staring down into the hot unfriendly depths.  Out from the shade and protection of the pines the Summer heat instantly—the horrid naughty naked man was right up behind her.  As she started to turn around—
	Summoning up his courage and damned gall—Pike pushed the girl with a mighty shove.  Michelle screamed and scrambled to grab blistering rocks.  Pike turned away and felt his stomach launch itself up into his throat.  What had he done!?

	His first instincts were to run.
	So he did.
	Back into the shade of the pines where he promptly threw up until he had nothing to toss up but his testicles.  Murder.  Plain and simple.  No color coating.  Nothing.  A simple shove and the deed was done.  What a horrible person he was!  He couldn’t bring himself to choke the child and he could think of no other way to kill her—so as to bring her back to life in the life giving water afterwards.
	But what if what happened to Fumiko was a fluke?  What if she hadn’t been “dead” after all, a sort of dead without being one hundred percent lifeless?
	His balls ached and a wave of dizziness nearly put him to the ground—right in his own puke!  Somehow he managed not to fall and he returned to the rim of the gorge.  Michelle’s naked body lay twisted and very broken twenty feet below a pool of blood under her already.  There had been no pool of blood under Fumiko’s body.  Pike hoped that didn’t make a difference.
	Getting down to the girl’s body was a neat trick; he had gloves, shirt, shoes but the blistering sun on the rocks caused some problems just the same.  The steep decent into the gorge was precarious as any decent into a gorge could be.  The rocks were a mix of geologic base matter; there was the loose sand to contend with, too.
	Once down at the bottom Pike was near to pass out—the heat at the bottom of the gorge was ten degrees hotter if not more.  A drink of water or some other life giving store product would have been nice.  Casually he wondered about the life giving pond—sure it could heal wounds great and small on the outside AND bring the dead back to life (totally wiping the mind of its previous life was a neat after thought) but what about the internal functions—liver, kidneys, prostrate, lungs, heart—all those with various diseases and such.  Could the mysterious pond cure those ills, too?

	Hefting Michelle’s body out was a chore and more than once did he just out and out drop her!  Twice he fell himself causing he knew internal damage.  Laying on the extreme burning sand he questioned what he had done pushing Michelle off the edge of the cliff.  Maybe there was another way.
	He couldn’t lay on the sand long—he would surely bake to a crisp and not be able to get Michelle to the healing pond.  Was there a time limit, too, on how long a body could be dead before the pond water could work its magic?
	There was no energy in him, his body was wracked in immeasurable pain and great discomfort.  Broken ribs and a near broken back put him into a different mode than simple rescue and recovery.  
	“Are you out of your fuckin’ mind, Marine!” yelled a voice from above.  Peering up with the sun blistering his eyes stood a uniformed man leaning over the rim barking at him.
	“You better get your shit together, Marine, and crawl your ass up out there and get a move on before I come down there and put my size ten up your ass to motivate you!  Do you need motivated Marine?”
	“Sir!  No, Sir!” Pike barked back up.
	“Just what the hell do you think you are doing to my beloved Corp?”
	“I’m trying, sir!”
	“Trying?  Trying?  Hell’s bells, Marine, my Grandma TRIES!  Git your fuckin’ ass up and stop wasting our time!”
	But Pike couldn’t move—he could only lay on his side heaving drenched in sweat slowly being cooked alive.
	“Are you shitting me, Private Hairball?”
	“Sir, No, Sir.” Pike replied heaving meekly replying.
	“It looks like you are quitting on me, Private Hairball.  The Corp don’t like quitters and I don’t like quitters even less!”
	“Y-yes-sir.” 
	“You WILL NOT QUIT ON ME, Private Hairball,” shouted Gunnery Sergeant Mathis, “you WILL pick your sorry ass up and climb your fuckin’ way out of that Goddamn pit!  Do you read me, Private Hairball?”
	“Go to fucking hell.” Mouthed Pike as he collapsed.  Then,
	“I don’t fucking believe what I’m seeing!” Gunnery Sergeant Mathis was right at his head, his black shoes shinning in the sunlight so much so that the sunlight reflected into Pike’s eyes.  The crisp crease of the man’s uniform pants barely made a move as stillness at the bottom of the gorge was nipped lightly by a breeze.

	“Are you trying to be funny, Private Hairball?”
	“Sir, No, Sir; this Private is not funny.”
	“You fuckin’ scumbag; you are so Goddamn funny I’m about to piss my pants!  You’re crackin’ me up you’re so Goddamn funny.”
	“Sir, this Private is not trying to be funny.”
	The sweat drenched him, the heat zapped him and dizziness overwhelmed him.  Drill Instructor Mathis continued to berate him.
	“I’ve decided to change your fuckin’ name, Private Hairball.  From now the fuck on until you leave my beloved Island you will be Private Fucking Joker, you got that Marine, are you fucking listening to me funny man?”
	Pike could barely answer but he nodded his head.
	DI Mathis dug the shiny tip of his shoe into hot skin blistering skin and kicked it into Pike’s face.
	“Get your ass UP, Marine!”
	Pike had no strength and knew for sure that he was bleeding internally.  The pain to his shins, knees, back, and chest was beyond comprehension in pain.  Somehow, though, he was up off his side on his knees.
	“ALL the way up, Marine,” said Mathis, “you don’t fuckin’ listen so well, maybe I ought to change your fuckin’ name to Funny Man Who Don’t Listen, would you like that, Private Hairball?”
	“Sir, yes, sir.”
	“Are you joking me?  Are you fuckin’ joking me, Private; didn’t I just fuckin’ tell you that I changed your Goddamn name?”
	Pike gulped; another wave of dizziness loomed on him nearly putting him back to the hot searing sand.
	“What is your Goddamn designation, Private?”
	“Funny Man, sir, this private’s name is Funny Man.”
	“By God you can listen!” then, “Now listen up Private Funny Man, I’m giving you to the count of Five to get your sorry fuckin’ ass UP to a standing position and climb my fuckin’ obstacle and get with the Goddamn fuckin’ program!  Do you fuckin’ read me, Private Funny Man?”
	“Sir, yes, sir!”
	“Bullshit!  But let’s see,” DI Mathis kicked Pike’s arm that was supporting him sending him crashing face first into the sand, “ONE—Count ‘em up, stand tall, I’m a Marine, kill ‘em all!”
	“TWO—count ‘em up, stand tall, I’m a Marine, kill ‘em all!”
	“Three—count ‘em up, stand tall, I’m a Marine, kill ‘em all!”
	“FOUR!” and Pike was standing tall.

	“Very fuckin’ good, Private Hairball!”
	“Sir, this private’s name is Funny Man.”
	“That’s outstanding, Private, by God I’m impressed; why, hell, I might even let you fuck my sister I’m so proud!”
	Facing the enduring obstacle course that was a thirty foot tall mountain of rocks, ropes, rigging, and hazards, Pike began his arduous way back up to the top.
	“Are you forgetting something, Private Funny Man?”
	Pike didn’t think so and thought maybe Drill Instructor Mathis was fucking with him.  Looking around, though, he saw his sixty pound pack that was full of rocks.  Sighing he struggled to position the pack on his back than began once more to climb up to the top of the Mathis Obstacle.
	“You’d better not quit on me, Private Funny Man, you had better not fucking even THINK about quitting!”
	Pike struggle finding grip holds, footholds, anything that would hold him and his added extra weight.  Mathis was right under him somewhat encouraging him but at the half way point and the dizziness was once more overwhelming.
	“Are you quitting on me, Private Funny Man?  Are you shitting me?  You better not be quitting!  If you are going to quit I want you to yell out for all the World to hear, ‘I, Private Funny Man, I’m a quitter!’”
	The words wouldn’t come, though, bile and other stomach matter filled his mouth and the grip he had on the gorge’s sides was weakening.
	“If you let go of my obstacle course, Private Funny Man, I am going to lose all respect for you!  You a killer, not a quitter!  You keep your fuckin’ hands on my obstacle course.  Don’t you fuckin’ dare disgrace my beloved Corp with your piss strength.  If you let go I swear before you hit the ground I will unscrew your fuckin’ worthless head and shit down your neck!”
	Pike sputtered and felt his life ebbing away.
	“Put your fuckin’ hand on that rung.”
	Pike put his swelling blistering fingers on the rung.
	“Now put your fucking other hand on the next rung.”
	Pike did.
	“Now pull your worthless fucking ass UP!”
	Somehow—somehow Pike did.  
	Thirty minutes later and Private Funny Man had climbed to the top of Drill Sergeant Mathis’ obstacle—and collapsed.  His pack fell off and lay continuing to be lifeless beside.

	“Good Goddamn deal, Private Funny Man,” continued the Parris Island DI, “I’ll give you five minutes to gather yourself.”
	“I can die in less time than that.” Pike said hopefully.
	DI Mathis squatted down, “If you fuckin’ die on me you worthless pig snout, I will follow you all the way to Hell (or Heaven) and drag your sorry worthless butt ugly walrus ass back here to complete this course!  Do you fuckin’ read me, maggot!?”
	Pike nodded.  He heaved, but he nodded.

*

	“By God, I think I’ve got a hard-on for you, Private Funny Man, you’re making me so proud, my God, I think I can kill Commies with this dick!”
	The words of “encouragement” from Mathis did propel Pike to stumble on thru the obstacle course, albeit crashing into a tree, stumbling over a log, a rock, and smacking headlong into a boulder.
	“Now you keep going, Sunshine, show the fuckin’ world you’re not a quitter!”
	Private Pike “Funny Man” stumbled along half carrying half dragging his “pack.”  His legs were rubbery, his feet literally on fire; it felt like he were stepping on dozens on thumbtacks.
	“You’re not quitting now,” commented dryly the hardass DI, “you’re almost there!”
	Pike, though, felt the cold stinking hand of death encroaching on his life.
	“Don’t puss out on me now, I swear to God if you drop out now I’ll personally make it my quest to shove my cock up your ass until you fuckin’ choke!”
	Naturally the path wound UP to the end of the obstacle course and not down.  There was no way—no fuckin’ way Pike “Funny Man” Elsworth was going to make it to the end.
	“You are a weapon, Private Funny Man, you are a killer to fuckin’ Commies and evidoers of this fuckin’ world fear.  My orders are to weed out all the pricks so they will not soil my beloved Corps.  Are you going to be a prick, Private Funny Man?”
	Pike coughed, sputtered, vomited.  A sudden gush of wind was propelled out of him—DI Mathis struck him in the ribs—his already broken ribs.  The pain was immense nearly sending Pike to the ground.
	But he knew that if he fell—he wouldn’t be getting back up.

	“You can do it, Private Pike, I have faith in you, don’t let me down, don’t let me regret my faith.” The voice was calmer, still stern, but calmer.  An inky darkness began to impinge on the corners of his eyes.  It looked like a narrow tunnel, a cone-like tunnel before him that was getting smaller and smaller.  A brilliant bright light was at the end; as Pike stared, the bright light had other colors—all the colors.  And all those colors were swirling—first one way and then the other.  It was like when he washed Cynthia Carrols underwear after she had pissed in them.  Pike’s Mom had a front loading washing machine and he and Cynthia sat in front of the washer watching it wash the personal undergarment.  It was captivating.
	“Private Funny Man, do you hear me?” barked the DI.
	“Sir, yes, sir!”  ‘the whole fucking Island can hear you.’
	“Put one foot in front of the other.  Lift that big sumbitchin’ foot and put it in front of the other one!”
	Pike complied.  It wasn’t easy but he complied.
	“Now, lift that other Goddamn foot—sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch!  Look at those Goddamn feet!” Pike didn’t look, he couldn’t—if he looked surely he would fall.
	“My God, a couple of cows sacrificed their hides to cover those Goddamn feet!”
	Pike had big feet, size twelve when he was sixteen and size thirteen when he started his teaching career.  He had a big dick, too.
	“LIFT that Goddamn foot, put it forward, stomp it down!  Make it sound off, make it sound like a Goddamn Marine is coming thru!”
	Step by painful step Pike made his way up the narrow path.  Below was a sparkling delight shimmering in the fleeting rays of the sun.  Though the water was inviting he couldn’t move.  The pain in his legs was increasing in torment—the cone of darkness slowly closed in bringing with it a cold-cold feeling.
	“Private Funny Man, I am losing my fuckin’ patience with you!” Down below at the shimmering water stood Drill Instructor Mathis.  
	Pike stood, his stomach churned and he felt violently ill.
	“You are almost to the end, Private Funny Man!”
	Pike felt himself swaying, his skin was tingling and vile bile filled his mouth and nostrils.  The cone of his eyesight closed; the inky darkness completely engulfed him bringing forth a sudden furnace of heat.  Mathis stood suddenly in front of him yelling, hands folded behind his back screaming a slur of obscenities ending with,
	“Get your fuckin’ ass down there, maggot, and get into the pond before I fuck you in the ass and make you choke on it!”

	You know that sensation when you are at the top of a roller coaster ride, right at the apex and the plummet to the bottom comes all too quickly?  Pike felt that and down he went.  Rolling, tumbling, crashing into a boulder than sent him sprawling awkwardly into a log.  The new position was not good, upside down.  His shoulders to the ground, his legs up in the air, his back against the log he lay for some minutes in pure agony unable even to wipe the sweat stinging his eyes.
	“You miserable fuckin’ piece of maggot shit!” yelled Mathis, “Just what in hell do you think you are doing to my beloved Corp!?  I have not given you permission to die on my obstacle course!  You will pull your sorry ass together and get UP!”
	Having no energy save for that of wrapping his fingers about Gunnery Sergeant Mathis’ neck, Pike pulled himself along falling into the pond.  The initial shock of breeching the water was incredible—but not as much as what happened nextly.
	What happened nextly was an unbelievable—so unbelievable that no words could describe.  An amazing array of lights filled not just this eyes but his mind.  Then a tingling sensation like he had never before experienced thrived within.  He found himself sinking, though, with little power in which to swim.  But it was more than sinking—it was more like he was being pulled down.
	The surface of the pond was getting further and further away—he could see the fleeting rays of the sun shimmering on the surface—and as he was pulled down by an unknown force of will the gloom of the deeper depths invaded his mind.  An intense cold drove frozen nails into his skin straight thru to his bones.
	His foot found a ledge, an outcropping of a rock and with a squat and then thrust he propelled himself up breeching the surface in dramatic fashion—gasping for air.
	It was a struggle to regain his air, wits, and senses along with finding the shore.  Pike floundered and felt a tug of the watery demon pulling him back down.
	Suddenly, thru his shivering eyes he saw sunlight shinning on very well polished shoes on the shore.  Looking up he saw Gunnery Sergeant Bill Mathis standing there, smiling, looking down at him, one hand behind his back, the other extended saying, “Do you want to soil my beloved Corp with your unauthorized death?”

	Pike could only sputter his reply “Sir, no, sir!” and took Gunny’s hand—who promptly hauled his worthless maggoty ass butt up onto the shore saying “Congratulations, you are no longer a maggot; today you are a Marine.”
	Pike lay heaving (and shivering) on the shore.  After a couple of minutes his body warmed.  Night was coming, it was still but only for another hour or so.  Every fiber in his being was in fire.  That subsided when the fleeting rays of the sun disappeared beyond the horizon.  Sheer exhaustion put Pike into a dreamless state of being—he sught sleep and was not denied. 

*

	What animal it was that awoke him he didn’t know, nor did he care.  It was dark out, no moon but plenty of twinkling stars.  His exhaustion was still with him and he desired to be home, in his bed—possibly drunk.  With a big sigh he yawned, stretched, and lay still.  
	A chilling wind came to kiss his body; he had no clothing on and his memory was a little whacked.  It took time before he could put a name to himself.  It took a little longer before the rest of his memory was jogged back into order.
	Remembering Michelle he shot up—bad idea.  A huge wave of sickness enveloped him whole sending him convulsing to the still very warm sand.  Thankfully the sickness didn’t last long and SLOWLY he arose.  Squinting his eyes he saw the lifeless form of Michelle close by.  Quickly he scrambled grabbing her, shaking her, then throwing her into the water going in himself with her.
	Michelle made a startling/sudden gasp for breath and then flailed her arms and legs about freaking out.  Pike had his hands full trying to keep himself and the girl from drowning.  By her flailing it was a sure sign that she had returned to that state calling “living.”
	Laying the hapless girl on the shore, Pike lay beside her—fingering out her delicate pussy.  It was an exploratory measure, checking the status of her pussy.  It was fine—and virginal.  His hands then went all over her young body finding not one broken bone.  She was whole.  The experience, though, would be long lasting (for Pike.)
	Pushing the young girl off the edge of the gorge filled his mind.  Seeing her broken body at the bottom of the gorge and knowing that she must of felt incredible sensations just couldn’t be repeated.  She was whole now, living, and without marrings (or memories).

 	Night was getting on—and it was cold.  AND there was one more to go.  The interest in screwing Michelle had waned as the thought of what to do with the Officer Anne filled him.  Pushing her off the lip of the gorge just wouldn’t cut it—he couldn’t go thru that again.
	Michelle shivered and the cold bite of the night air also stung Pike.  Making their way back to the cabin wasn’t that easy, not in pure darkness.  The two held hands and by feel they “eventually” made their way.

	At the cabin, Anne awoke slowly.  She was tired, shagged out, frapped.  She sat up, hands still secured behind her, ankles still secured to the rope, chain, and support post.  Fumiko was curled up on the bed sound to sleep.  She, too, awoke at the sound of the two wanderers returning.
	Gently did Pike escort Michelle to the bed.  Once there he gently positioned her on her knees.  No resistance from the little girl—she truly didn’t know the difference.  Once on her knees—much to the disgusted horror of Officer Anne, citizen Pike positioned himself behind her.
	With a little pat to the girl’s inner thighs Michelle parted her legs.  Fumiko sat calmly and quietly on the bed, watching.  It was a classic scene—one of which Pike hoped to repeat many-many times (with different girls, of course.)
	The mysterious life giving waters had revitalized his cock—good thing ‘cause it was about to fall off.  Parting a cheek of the intended girl’s butt and Pike began making tedious anal entry.  Michelle on her own parted her cheeks; Fumiko watched and soon with dire determination penetration was made and the humping soon followed.

*

Sphenopalatineganglioneuralgia
(medical condition)
strange stories that make you say “WTF!?”

MAN ACCUSED OF SWIPING BLOW-UP DOLLS
(Somewhere USA,) A man has been accused of stealing several blow-up dolls from an adult novelty store.  Police tracked the man to his apartment after neighbors complained of loud noises coming from his apartment.  When the Suspect did not answer his door and the police themselves heard loud noises of what could only be described as “sexual” in nature, the took action and broke down the door finding the Perpetrator “in the act” so to speak.  

 	Amamlan Hosephina was found in his bedroom naked with several adult blow-up dolls estimated tobe worth several hundred dollars.  Mr. Hosephina was on top of one adult doll engaging in sex while a another female doll was on the back of Mr. Hosephina equipped with a special novelty device called in the industry a “strap-on.”
 	Police arrested Mr. Hosephina for the theft of the dolls and criminal mischief.  It is to note that Mr. Hosephina is also being held at the Park City Mental Hospital under psychiatry observation.

Police in nearby Canterburry are investigating their own department.  With a small force of only five officers plus the Chief the Police House is often not open after 9PM; but residence are assured police service is always available.  When the Police House is not “open” there are at least two officers patrolling the small town of Canterburry.  When Chief Garr Skiball and his other officers opened the Police House 7AM Tuesday morning they found that the toilets in the Unisex bathroom were missing.  Police there were baffled and have nothing to go on.

NUDE MAN IN GAS-MASK AT LARGE
(Anywhere USA)  Police in Eastside Anywhere are searching for a strange naked man who was seen by several witnesses wandering around Eastside wearing nothing but a gas mask.  Several motorist have spotted the man  lurking in the vicinity of 5th and Main and at Piedmont Park usually during the shift change at nearby Wellman Plastics.  When the witnesses confronted  the man he fled, naked, down an alley.  The naked man and his gas mask were next reported at Boatman Apartments when; a woman there (name withheld) heard her doorbell ring on her 1rst floor apartment.  Looking out through her door’s peephole, she noticed a naked man wearing only a gas mask from the era of World War II.  The man obviously knew that the person on the other side of the door was peeping thru the peep hole because he began to do a little dance with specific attention to waggling what God had blessed him with.  The naked man in the gas mask is reported to have a rather lengthy endowment and is apparently quiet proud of it.  Authorities say the gas mask-wearer is described as approximately 30 years old and six feet tall and naked.  Police say no arrests of naked people wearing gas masks were made. He is reportedly not armed (with a weapon).  It is not known if the naked gas mask-wearing man will is still naked, or wearing a gas mask.

INAPPROPRIATE HIDING PLACE FOR CELLPHONE PUTS PRISONER IN HOSPITAL
(NoWhere USA)  A prisoner has been admitted to the hospital after hiding a small compact cellular phone inside his body and was unable to expel it later. According to the prison officials Kitch Sargoney, a convicted burglar had hidden the cell phone inside his anus to hide it during a routine prison search.  He had spent days trying to pass it out with guards and cell mates assuming he had severe constipation.  From the prison’s pharmacy he was issued various manners of which to relieve one of constipation.  Eventually, after an agonizing week and the cell phone still in his body, Mr. Sargoney confessed to guards.   
 	More than 200 internal stitches were needed to aid Mr. Sargoney as well as the removal of part of his bladder.  This is a common way to hide cell phones especially during inspections as phones are banned inside prisons.  News of what happened may dissuade prisoners from this activity in future. According to sources at the prison, “Cons are calling him Phoney Sargoney.” Sources also tell that whenever a regular phone rings, Mr. Sargoney’s testicles tighten up.

IGUANA'S STUBBORN ERECTION GETS THE CHOP
(Bumpfuk Place)  Vets at a zoo in Bumpfuk have had to sever the penis of Moses the twenty-five year old iguana.  It was discovered that the reptile was suffering from having a permanent erection. Zoo officials decided to have the operation done to the Zoo’s favorite long living animal when after it was noted that the iguana was unable to walk due to the prestigious phallic.  Veterinarians at Twerp's Aquatica preformed the necessary procedure.  The good news for Moses and his mates is that male iguanas have two penises.  Zoo staff said the animal was recovering well after the procedure and was happily making whoopee with the females in his enclosure.

And the finale WTF goes to…
	TONGUE MADE FROM BUTTOCKS 
(NoPlace)   A man who had his cancerous tongue removed has had a new tongue made using tissue taken from his buttocks.  Jarklav Sargenko, 25, now has a functioning tongue made from his own buttocks.  Chief Surgeon Doctor Stanely Wolenski explained, “The new tongue is functioning well beyond our expectations.”  The only problem now is, though, is keeping Mr. Sargenko from wiping his mouth every five seconds and wearing his underwear on his head.

*

Galabanting
	The steady yellow CHECK ENGINE light wasn’t much of a bother, when the yellow CHECK ENGINE light began to blink—that was a bother.  It meant something serious was going on with the engine.  Pike Elsworth already knew that—the noise from the engine wasn’t good and the water temperature gauge was touching the bottom corner of the H on the gauge.  That was serious and it was twenty miles from town, 3AM, on a lone stretch of back desert road.
	The car chugged along at 15 miles per.  Not good.  Pike guessed the alternator was shot which drained the battery which made everything else non-functional.  He sighed and watched as the speedometer dropped to ten miles per.
	The outskirts of town loomed ahead, a warehouse on one side and a gas station on the other.  Industrial and light commercial buildings extended like tendrils to the city from there on in.  Home was minutes away—providing, of course, that he was going at nominal road speed of 55 miles per and not the paltry seven miles barely.  Looking over his shoulder to the ditch he saw a tortoise outpacing him.  
	Finally the car made it to the service station—which was closed.  It was there the car died with an almost explosive sigh.  Pike clenched his fingers about the wheel—the weekend had had it Highs and Lows.  He would need years of therapy to set it right.
	The station wouldn’t be open until the sun was obliterating the valley with its immense heat rays—and that was some hours away yet.  For a several long enduring minutes he simply sat still, sweating.  His feet hurt, his head ached, and his mind—that was in a category all its own.
	On the glovebox lid there was a small calendar with the name of his tow service on it.  It had a toll free number.  He made the call then took his passengers out one at a time.  Around the back of the grimy service station Fumiko and Michelle were taken and settled on some old wooden pallets amass barrels and stacked car parts.
	“Stay put.” he told them.  The girls gave him no response whatsoever, no emotion.  They would need years of therapy, too; as well as reschooling so as they could relearn how to read and rewite and so on.  Their minds were wiped by their experience; Pike thought maybe—just maybe what they had learned was still there and not totally gone and would resurface as they learned.

	With that, he wondered (worried) if they would remember their abduction experience AND him?  He didn’t know and decided to try and not let it bother him.  But like the Sword of Damocles there was the pending (or impending) fear swinging like the Sword over his head.  Always he would have to be mindful, watchful, careful, alert.  That wasn’t a way to have a life.
	With Officer Anne Lambert he escorted her across the four lane highway to the warehouse.  There was a bit of a fence to contend with, a ditch, and a fence surrounding the warehouse property.  Like the service station the warehouse wasn’t in operation until the Sun was.
	Like the Chinese girls behind the station, Lambert was nude.  After bashing a good sized rock into her skull and sending her cartwheeling willy-nilly down the hill to the pond, Pike immersed her fully into the water until she began to fail for life.  Out on the shore he found her just like Fumiko and Michelle—her mind anew.
	There on the shore of the life giving water he sunk his cock into the woman’s virgin cunt and fucked her brains out.  His intent was solely for the act of achieving orgasm.  But there was more, underlying overtones of sexual conquest and the return to life.
	There, too, was another desire.  To keep her.
	He wanted to keep Anne and the Chinese girls.  For that matter, he wanted those other girls, too—Melody and Brenda.  With an EMAD—all things were possible.  And with a hidden life giving pond…

	The horizon was lightening up, the coolness of the desert valley was relieving itself of its morning chill; bats were returning from their nightly feed.  The new morning was anew, quiet and serene and Pike Elsworth “put it to” Anne Lambert as she lay across some warehouse crates.  Her legs were tied outward to keep the legs outward—her arms tied in similar fashion and before penetrating the mindless woman he spanked her.  Bare hands first then with a wooden slat.  When her fleshy ass turned puce and his cock was hard enough to bust bricks he slammed it up into the woman’s tight funk hole.
	A few dramatic hard humps, a reach around to finger her pussy, caress her sides, and then he was pumping to the last of his abilities.  Clear extra sticky liquid squirted out of his pud.  Steam arose from his shaft and his desires to keep the woman as his personal sex slave filled him greatly.
	The sound of a truck invaded his thoughts, other smaller trucks were at the warehouse gates; across the highway and a tow truck from the city pulled in.  Time to boogie. 

	Hopefully no one saw him as he bolstered back across the highway.  The tow truck driver knew his job, he had the plate number of the disabled vehicle and was told the driver may or may not be present.  ‘just hook up and take it in.’
	Pike rounded the corner of the service station garage, his cock severely aching and craving to hump Fumiko and Michelle ONE MORE TIME.
	But there wasn’t time, time was fleeting and he had to get home, shower, become presentable, and go to school!  The driver took twenty precious minutes to hook up the disabled car then they were off.  The driver dropped Pike off at his home; a call to his insurance service had a rental car on the way.  He had an hour to get to school—he could fudge a little on the time—it wasn’t like he had a clock to punch in but if his students were in class assembled then he was supposed to be there, too.
	He had just finished showering when his rental car was delivered.
	There was nothing more than Pike wanted to do than to go to bed.

	The first hour of school—the students read—quietly.
	The second hour of school—the students read—quietly.  But one of them farted.  By lunch time Pike was ready to go home.  He grabbed an apple, a drink, and headed to his office where he slept soundly for a little over an hour.  The incessant beeping from his watch told him he was overdue.  The nap worked, though, and he merrily returned to his class.
	The students were waiting for him, he set them to reading (quietly) while he check the operational status of his EMAD.  What a weekend!  And one more week and school was done with.  Surely he could have waited until then?
	 His mind was filled with Fumiko, Michelle, and Anne.  He had killed them and brought them back to life.  It was utterly amazing.  He hadn’t out and out killed Fumiko, she had fell into the gorge—but he was still responsible for her.  
	With Anne, he had led her to the top of the small hill up from the cabin—there he had simply plucked up a good sized rock and bashed it against her head sending the suspecting woman sprawling down the hill to the life giving pool.
	He was a murderer.  Pure and simple.
	Well, maybe not so simple.  The girls and Anne had “come back” to life, they weren’t dead—he had merely hastened their death so as to facilitated their return to life.  But that said maybe; with Michelle and Anne he HAD killed them.  He had been the cause of their deaths first hand.

	It meant that he COULD kill.
	But he wasn’t a killer—not in his heart.  He wanted to be a writer, a journalist.
	“You gotta be shittin, Funny Man, you have got to be bull-fucking-shitting me!  You think you’re Goddamn Shakespeare?  You think you’re Goddamn Hemmingway?”
	“Sir, no, sir!  I just want to report on the war, sir!”
	“Report on the war!?  I don’t believe what the fuck my ears are hearing!  You’re a Goddamn killer, Private Funny Man, a killer!”
	A killer.
	But Gunnery Sergeant Mathis was wrong.  After leaving Parris Island Private Funny Man was deployed to a couple of “hot spots” around the world where he did report on what was happening.  He DID go into the bush and fire a few rounds from his weapon—whether or not he had “killed” anyone within the bush he didn’t know.
	A killer.
	With his unit he had taken part in some hellacious atrocities against the peoples of the land being torn by war.  Those atrocities he had kept to himself, buried into his psyche never to surface again.
	He was not a killer.  He was compassionate about people, all people.  Color, background, religious affiliation—none of that matter or came into play.  War was hell—that was pure and simple.  War was for killers.
	So bugged by the incident at the cabin and the unwanted resurgence of his military life that for the entire last week of schooling he went blankly, blindedly thru the motions—until the last day.
	The last day for his 4rth grade class was not too special; a small party, treats and drinks—no more school instruction.  That was done with, they had passed and it was time for merriment.
	Merriment.
	With the last day being a half-day, Pike didn’t have much time.
	With the kids being in uproar with the last day, darting in and out of the open classroom; high on sugary snacks and general all around giddiness typically associated with young students in such a similar state—zapping them with the EMAD was going to be a toughie.
	He did manage with Danica (again).  This after the class session was winding down and most of the students had been released.  Danica and some of the other girls were kind enough to start cleaning up and not leaving the mess for their teacher.  Although, the “teacher” would have simply left the mess for the janitor…

	When the class was empty—save for Pike and Danica, the EMAD was powered up and Danica was zapped.
	“Come here.” he said lowly.  The EMAD had been enhanced somewhat—the sending prowess of the nifty electronic device enhanced the carrier signal allowing better reception.  It meant the capture of a Subject’s brain waves were fifty percent more capable of making the capture.  Also, the enhanced EMAD allowed the respondent to react to verbal commands.
	He would have likened to see the girl nude but that just wasn’t possible.  He would have likened to see the girl in his basement.  That was even less possible.  So…
	“Take your pants down.”
	The girl having being calm, non-chatty, and obeying from the get go safely assured Pike that she was “under the influence.”  He held his breath, though, waiting to make sure.  His cock ached, his mind swirled in a blur as the previous week still tormented him.
	Young Danica, who was almost twelve, undone her turquoise jeans and pushed them down.  Lavender undies she wore, tight/firm fitting with prominence to her muffin.  Pike moaned and felt a jut of cum soiling his underwear.
	“T-take your panties down.”
	Time was seriously against him as the girls who had just taken a load of party trash out to the garbage dumpster would be back any minute.  He sighed and feasted on the young girl’s cunt.
	‘I want to fuck you so bad…’
	There was no holding back and Pike “whipped it out”.  Thereafter he had the girl stroke his cock and that was quickly followed up by bringing the girl up to him—right up to him.  Diligently did he rub his cock up and down the girl’s poon slit increasing his desires.  Slipping a hand around her waist he graciously began to caress her butt.
	Slowly ever-so-slowly did he pull the girl up onto his lap; this after easing her pants and panties off of her ankles.  If they were at the miner’s shack—well, she’d be naked for sure and his cock wouldn’t be just rubbing against her.
	He was seconds away from laying out on his desk and tempting fate when he heard the voices of giddy girls.  He sighed and cursed his luck, then realized just how close the girls were.
	“Shit!” he bitched and quickly hustled the near naked Danica under his desk barely returning his cock back to its proper holding place.  Eileen Cabway, Dory Barnett, and Jennifer Hass made their way in—too busy to notice the movements of their teacher.

	The girls went on to continue picking up party debris—Pike continued scribbling into various cards then lightly toyed with the EMAD.  He was relatively certain that he could zap them all—he had done a mass zapping once before with good success.
	The thing was, though; the door.
	School policy, doors to remain open during school session except during class testing.  There were lingering party makers from other classes still going on but most the students and faculty had left leaving only the janitors.
	Pike wrinkled his nose—if he didn’t sink his dick into some pussy he was going to bust!
	Eileen wore a short red skirt with white lacey trim.  She had great legs.  Her long blond hair was fantastic, she always smelled good, and that bubbly face was incredible to behold—and he wished to behold it (along with the dancing pert little ass of hers, too!)
	Dory and Jennifer were delicious looking girls, too; they smelled equally good, were bubbly, and Pike yearned for them.  How he kept from hustling them into his car and off to the miner’s cabin he didn’t know.  He saw each one of them naked, tied up, being spanked, peed on, and then fucked.
	Before he blew his wad in his underwear he took himself to Eileen and moved her to the back of the classroom where they could be hidden by the large obtrusive hall closet used for storage.  With the door of the cheery wood cumbersome box that stood seven foot tall, two open swinging doors, a bottom chest, and being four feet wide—the likes of Pike and Eileen were hidden from immediate sight (from the classroom door.)
	Pike then got down to business stripping young Eileen’s skirt down (and off.)  She wore yellow panties with blue flowers all over them.  Her young muffin made outstanding distinction; her young body was outstanding and cum was seriously soiling his underwear.  
	With Eileen’s panties off, her legs were spread and Pike was against her young muffin humping madly.  Cum was squirting out of his piss slit soiling her cunt and belly.  The bouncing titties still an “A” cup issue tantalized Pike, too; moving his hand up her Summery thin cotton blouse he cupped the bouncing beauties and drove his manhood hard against her cunt.
	It couldn’t be helped.  It was either fuck the girl or explode.
	Eileen’s eyes burst wide open with her sweet young face exhibiting the emotion of pure shock and awe.  Pike’s slicked up cum slathered cock slid with some effort into the ten year old’s sex.  Gracious pumping consumed him thereafter…

	Great streams of cum spewed out of Eileen’s cunt—the relief was instantaneous.  Not so much for Eileen.  No penetration—but close, damn close.  The release of seminal fluid greatly diminished his energy—but not his lust.  Smearing the spunk all over the girl’s cunt entrance (and into her asshole) Pike felt better, dressed the girl then had Dory come over…

*

naughty is as naughty does
	Elementary school teaching was fine and all; and the difference from teaching elementary and higher grades wasn’t that much.  But when the opportunity came to move up from 4rth grade to high school—Pike jumped at the chance.  He spent the Summer months off boning up on his new assignment as well as fixing up his car and acquiring a more suitable mode of transportation to handle the rough road to the miner’s cabin.
	The EMAD took a Summer break, too.
	Pike needed the time off (from using the EMAD) to let not only his cock heal but his mind.  In retrospect, he wished he would have done things at the cabin a little differently.  And it bothered him about what he had done, had to, to Michelle and Anne.  And none of the three had he heard about in the news.  
	Just before the start of his new job he took off in the new ride (to break it in) to the miner’s shack.  He feared the discovery of his hidden life giving pond and thought up ways to protect its secrecy.  The newly acquired vehicle performed well enough; an old used (well used) Army vehicle.
	It didn’t have air conditioning—just the old fashioned 2/60 kind (two windows down at sixty miles an hour.)  The used Army vehicle made it easy across the desert valley floor, and didn’t break a sweat going up the hill to the cabin.  For some reason—Pike thought of Gunnery Sergeant Mathis.  That incident at the gorge—without the Gunny’s help he would have surely died there alongside Fumiko.  The apparition of the Marine Drill Instructor had been a life saver.
	Throughout the entire stay at Parris Island, the training time, all of it—Mathis had been there to motivate him.  More times than Pike could count did he want to simply drop out.  Gunny Mathis was there to help him find another rung on the ladder, another step on the ground, another cinch in his belt.  But that was what they were for.

	At the cabin all looked well and just as he had left it.  That was good.  He left his supplies in the jeep having no energy in the oppressive heat to lug them to the cabin—he made for the seclusive pond first stripping to the skin before he even got to the life giving water.
	After a good soaking he returned to his jeep and began the arduous task of humping the ice chests and other grub to the cabin.  Then it was time for another rest.  Popping a bottle of beer, Pike sat back in the lounge chair he had also lugged up.  The air was hard to breath, it didn’t move and was lifeless—like all that lay before his eyes.
	After swigging down one bottle he popped the top on another.
	“Got another in there?” Gunny Mathis asked.
	Pike fished out of the half melted ice in the ice chest a bottle of brew and handed it to his former instructor.  Mathis, in his Marine Drill Instructor attire, hat to boots, smiled his pearly whites and sat on the edge of the bunk.  He bounced on the bare mattress, “Goddamn,” he said, “kinda reminds me of home!” he meant Parris Island, the only home that mattered.
	“Whatcha doin’ with yourself these days?” the apparition asked.
	“I’m a teacher.” 
	“Teacher!” bitched Mathis loudly, “Goddamn it, boy, you’re a killer!”
	A killer.  How true.  But a life giver, too.  In combat he had never known if the bullets expelled from his weapon hit anyone or not.  He had never used his knife and never strangled anyone.
	“What the hell are you doing teaching?” 
	“Fourth grade, all subjects, mostly English--”
	“By God, man, I thought I did a better job than that.”
	“Don’t worry, Gunny, you did—you did.”
	“Young minds of mush,” sounded off the Gunny, “most going to turn out to be hoodlums anyways.”
	“That’s what the Marines are for; if I remember right you said “you’re heads are full of mush—I will scoop out the mush and replace it with PT.”
	PT—Physical Training, Physical Torture sanctioned by the US Marines Corp.  
	Mathis smirked and slugged down his brew.
	“What happened to you after you left the Island?” Mathis asked.
	“Missouri, 24rth Regiment.”
	Gunny smiled nodding his head having fond memories of that mosquito infested place God had forgotten.
	“How was it?” Mathis asked.
	“A little humid.”
	The two laughed and continued drinking their brews.

	Silence was between thereafter.  They drank their beers and watched the day begin to fade to night.  
	“I think it’s ‘bout time for me to go.” Mathis said.
	“I’m glad you stopped by.” Pike said feeling almost embarrassed.
	“Well,” drawled Mathis, “couldn’t let you die there (in the gorge); hell, I like you, you’re my favorite turd!”
	Pike smiled and stood up.  Mathis made way to the door and stood with his hands at his sides, elbows bent—typical fashion.
	“I would have never made it,” said Pike, “if it weren’t for you.”
	“I know it,” Mathis said, “but you give yourself some credit, too.”
	“Thanks, Gunny.”
	“Don’t let me down, now, once a Marine--”
	“Always a Marine.”
	“You are a Marine.  From this day on, you are a part of a special brotherhood.  From now on until the day you die--” 
 	“Wherever you are, you are a Marine.” Pike finished.  He knew the famous statement most every Marine Corp Drill Instructor spoke to his graduating recruits. 
 	“Marines die.  That’s what we’re here for.  For the betterment of mankind, the safety and security of democracy and to rid the world of maggoty ass Commies!”
 	“Marines die, but the Marine Corp lives forever.” Pike added.
	Mathis turned around.  Pike gave a sharp perfectly executed Marine Corp salute.
	“By God I think you finally got it!” Mathis smiled and returned the salute.
	“Good bye, Gunny.”
	“Semper Fi, Marine, Semper Fi!”
	“Always faithful, Gunny, Always faithful.”
	Gunny Mathis turned and stepped out of the cabin and faded to memory.

*

	He knew he should have packed more beer—but he didn’t know he would be visited by his former drill instructor, either.  Life was no good without beer.  “A woman is like a beer.  They smell good, they look good, you’d step over your own mother just to get one!  But you can't stop at one. You wanna drink another woman!”

	Beer run.
	The closest town with a suitable liquor store was Quarrywood, ten miles away.  Quartson was closer but its one general store would be closed AND not likely to have the sustenance Pike required.  He lugged the ice chest back down to the jeep, too—to replenish the ice.
	They say that the problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind.  Give a man a fish, and he will eat for a day; give a man a beer, and he’ll sit in a boat drinking beer all day.  It is said that the greatest invention in the history of mankind is beer.  Oh, the wheel was also a fine invention, but the wheel does not go nearly as well with pizza.
	Beer was the root cause of—
	The fear that some people were legally able to drink and reproduce.
	Scary.
	Some people made it a point to make it known their inability to a member of the human race.  Take these people who appeared on a local television game show brought from a nation across the Pond:

	Game Show Host:  “What is another name for “cherrypickers” and “cheesemongers”?”
 	Contestant:  “Homosexuals?” 
 	Game Show Host:  “No. They’re regiments in the British Army who will be waiting outside the studio to talk to you about recruitment.”

	Game Show Host:  “Where do you think Cambridge University is?” 
 	Contestant:  “Uhm, well, geography isn’t my strong point.” 
 	Game Show Host:  “There's a clue in the title.” trying to be helpful
 	Contestant:  “Oh, Leicester!”

	Game Show Host:  “Who had a worldwide hit with “What A Wonderful World?”” 
 	Contestant:  “Hmm, I don’t really know that one.” 
   	Game Show Host:  “Alright, I’ll give you some clues, eh wot?  Uhm, what do you call the part between your hand and your elbow?”
 	Contestant:  “Oh, I know that one!  Arm!” 
 	Game Show Host:  “Correct!”
 	Contestant:  “Did I win!”
 	Game Show Host:  “No, we’re still playing and I’m giving you the clues to the question, ‘Who had a hit with “What a Wonderful World”?  Do you remember the question?”  
 	Game Show Host:  “Shall we go on?  Right, here we go, you’ve already gotten the clue “ARM” and your next clue is…
 	“And if you're not weak, you are...?”
 	Contestant:  “Strong!”
 	Game Show Host:  “And what was Lord Mountbatten's first name?” 
 	Contestant:  “Louis.” Every grade school boy and girl knows this. 
 	Game Show Host:  “Well, there we are then.  You have the clue “ARM” and “STRONG” and “Louis”; so who had a worldwide hit with the song “What A Wonderful World?””
 	Contestant:  “Frank Sinatra?”

 	Game Show Host:  “What happened in Dallas on November 22, 1963?” 
 	Contestant:  “I don't know, I wasn’t watching it then.”

 	Game Show Host:  “How long did the Six-Day War between Egypt and Israel last?” 
 	Contestant:  (after long pause) “Was that the Hundred Years war?”
 	Game Show Host:  “No, it wasn’t.”
	Contestant:  “Then, I don’t know.”

 	Game Show Host:  “Johnny Weissmuller died on this day.  Which jungle-swinging character clad only in a loin cloth did he play?” 
 	Contestant:  “Jesus?”

	And these people are allowed to drink, be merry, and reproduce the population of the Earth.  Scary.

*

the nitty of the naughty is naughty does
	He knew he should have brought a larger quantity of beer, but then again, he didn’t know he would be sharing that beer with the memory of his from Drill Instructor.
	A case of beer at the general store in Quarrywood was costly, a few dollars more than what it was where he lived.  But he wasn’t where he lived—he was twenty miles plus from where he lived and he couldn’t be choosey.

	After plunking down his cash, grabbing his beer and ice he couldn’t help but take note of the other customers in the store.  Three special customers.  The boys were seen first, then the girl.  Pike’s cock hardened.  All three were about eleven, the girl was way cute—way cute.  Quickly did he imagine the girl naked, sprawled out on his bed, taking his cock fully.
	‘Go outside.’
	As many as four adults were in the store, parents of the Subjects.
	The girl Subject put down the magazine she was reading and slowly shuffled out the main door.  The boys had been slinking in the Adult Magazine area and were giggling, blushing, and sporting serious wood.
	‘Go outside.’
	The boys followed the girl, their young puds preceding them.
	Outside and the trio was directed out behind the general store.  There wasn’t time to do much—their parents were too close.  There was no viable backup plan; absconding away with the kids would bring unwanted searching of the entire area and it would possibly bring an unwanted visit to his remote cabin AND the discovery of his special pond.
	‘Take your pants down.’ it was the simplest instruction.
	The girl, Madolynn, undone her pants and pushed them down.
	Pike sighed and quickly hauled out his cock and began pleasing it.
	The eleven year old girl stood motionless, clad in yellow panties; her casual light powder blue pants at her ankles.  Pike had a dozen questions for her—the enhancements of his EMAD seemed to be working just fine (so far.)
	‘A-are you a virgin?’
	There was a slight pause and then, “No.” 
	More intrusive questions did he want to ask but there wasn’t time.
	Stepping up to the girl he had her Bend Over, Hands on Knees.  Pike then worked her panties down and pressed to her ass his love tool.  As he humped her flesh and subsequent crack the desire to whisk her away increased ten-fold.  He had to have her—he had to.
	One of the two boys was her brother.  The other boy was the best friend of the brother.  Pike wanted them, too.
	Hearing voices calling out names; Madolynn, Peter, and Don, it was time to wrap up and do something else.  Like hide.  After redressing Madolynn and sending her and the boys out to be seen with no memory of what had happened just that they were out “playing.”  The adults, parental units, chastised the kids but other than that all was cherry.  The group loaded up into a car and zoomed off.
	Pike wasn’t upset at the loss—he had their address.

*

	Tweaking the EMAD was a chore—sometimes there were complications which annoyed Pike; sometimes there were complete shut-downs that frightened him as he no longer had an instrument in which to enjoy life.
	At one point something new occurred.  Pike was already jazzed with the enhancements he had made—actually, he had learned that the “enhancements” were already with the mind altering device—he merely turned them on, activated them.  The same with the newest find:
	Shimmer Effect Program 1-1A-1  Gray World Ready
	Shimmer Effect?  Pike had no idea.  The program was “ready” according to the readout display—along with an increment of time.  And what was “Gray World?”
	For as many as three days did Pike leave the minding device alone, tucked away in its secret place and busy himself with preparations for his new job—along with checking out the address of Madolynn Bueler.
	Elation couldn’t describe Pike’s emotion as he found the Bueler address not far from his own.  Very muchly did he want her.  Very.  He felt like Pavlov’s dog, salivatating at the sight of the young girl playing in her front yard.  There was no going to sleep it off; no soaking in the tub, no jerking off, no going to the local porn theatre.  Nothing would satisfy his lust until he had the girl, and her brothers, at the remote cabin.
	Frustrated, one night before Midnight he brought out the EMAD.
	What the hell was the Shimmer Effect?
	Licking his lips and with some understandable trepidation, he pressed the button initiating Program 1-1A-1.
	A blind light blasted into his eyes followed by an ear piercing ringing in his ears.  Then there was the ever popular dizziness and a sudden flushing all over body making him feel quite ill.
	How long exactly that lasted he didn’t know but all the ails faded leaving Pike a little confused.  Was that it?  He didn’t notice anything different.  What did it mean?  Shimmer Effect—hmmm  he had no idea.
	Not knowing or seeing anything different he plopped himself down into his chair.  There was much about the minding device he didn’t know.  Maybe it was for the best.  He couldn’t shake, though, the feeling that the Shimmer Effect meant something—it was a hidden program and it had a purpose.  But what?

	Deciding to go to bed he made a pit stop first.
	After a lengthy pee he needed to wash his hands and face (no, he didn’t pee on his face).  When he looked up from the basin to the mirror on the wall above the sink—he got a frightening shock.  He wasn’t there!
	Blinking his eyes he stared at the mirror.
	“What the fuck?” he mouthed.  He heard himself, he could feel himself, and he could feel the mirror.  But there was no reflection.
	“Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch!” he blurted out—“Am-am I invisible?”
	Yep.

	He had to check it out—just ‘cause the mirror did see him didn’t mean someone else couldn’t.  Almost running out of the house in a mix of panic and scientific discoverer he bolted near blindly down the street—but it was just after Midnight and no one was up and about.
	The Corner Store—four blocks up on Gabbwad St.  It was a convenience store that stayed open 24hrs.  He made for that, walking, running, clad in pajamas and robe with slippers…
	To say the least he was out of breath by the time he made the Corner Store.  He was flush again but this time due to exhaustion.  Standing outside by the pay phone bank he tried to gather himself and realize how he was dressed.  In no way did he want to draw attention to himself.
	But then again—he was supposed to be invisible.
	But what if he wasn’t and he was instead having a mental breakdown?
	After his heart calmed down to regular beats, he closed his robe and boldly walked into the Corner Store.  The clerk behind the counter rang up a customer and paid Pike’s entrance no mind.  Nor did the customer.  Pike walked right behind the customer who had collected his nightly intake of a “40” and left.  Pike made for the freezer section and opened the door.  Two other customers were in the store, both young punk teens perusing the adult skin magazines.  
	After selecting a simple pack of bottled beer Pike slowly made way to the front of the store.  The two teens were beside themselves as they enjoyed the magazine they shared—both were about the same height of six foot, tall lanky boys in the mid teens.  Black shirts supporting their favorite acid rock band, dark pants, crappy shoes.  One of the two had long brown hair just beyond his shoulders.  The other youth had hair covering his ears and angled across his brow covering his left eye.  Spike and studded wrist bracelets, skull rings, and other unappealing adornments about their necks.
	Pike moved on making for the door.
	“Are you going to buy that are gawk all night?” spoke Abu.

	Pike froze.
	“Shit.”
	The two teen boys made some comment and put the magazine back in the rack then made their way outside continuing to make rude comments.
	“Thank you!  Come again!” said the Indian clerk.  He went on to replace the hotdogs in the hotdog machine and turning up the volume to his Indian chant music.
	Pike held fast a moment, then sighed, farted, and moved out of the store.  He hadn’t been seen after all!  Wow!  Amazing!  Wow!  In a fuddlement he walked around to the side of the store in a near daze.  What did this mean?  It was confusing and confounding to say the least.
	The noise of the two teens got his attention.  Behind the store by the emergency generator, the dumpster, and piles of broken boxes, pallets, and whore mattress, the two boys stood jerking off.
	“Pussy’s great, pussy’s grand.  If you aint got pussy, there’s always your hand!”
	‘Take off your clothes.’ Pike whispered into the airline pilot’s mic attached to his face.
	The boys paused in their handiwork then slowly peeled out of their clothing to stand stark naked before a horny worked up Pike.  Neither boy said word one—both had amazing teenage pricks that made Pike drool.  Only the one boy, Jed, wore underwear.  Kallen’s cock was a bit longer than Jed’s; Jed’s cock was awkward being similar to a banana.
	‘Are you a virgin.’ the question was directed to Jed.
	Jed nodded that he was.  Kallen was not, he had screwed his young sister AND her girlfriend.  His own girlfriend had given him a handjob AND sucked him off.  Nothing followed.
	‘Ever suck cock?’ Pike wanted to know.
	No and No.
	‘Do you want to?’
	Kallen, No; Jed, curious.  Neither could strongly reply with ‘would you like to butt fuck your friend?’ the question aimed at each in regards to the other.  Again, though, Jed was “curious.” 
	Smiling and stroking his bone he directed the boys (one at a time) to suck each other.  Jed went to his knees firstly, eyeing his friend’s one-eyed monster.  What the boys thought as they participated in the homosexual act(s) was not known.  And how “aware” they were of the acts they committed and participated in, too, unknown.

	Jed slurped on his friend’s cock—while he did so,
	‘You like sucking your friend’s cock.’
	‘You like masturbating your friend.’
	Jed also received the new inputs of ‘liking to caressing his friend’s ass, sucking his balls, licking his dirt chute, AND fucking him in the ass.’  Jed would also from henceforth enjoy being sucked AND fucked in the ass himself.
	‘You like the taste of your friend’s cum,’ continued Pike as he stood up against Kallen’s side humping the boy’s hip, ‘you like your friend to pee on you.’ The boys would like to take showers together and enjoy putting their mouths together, kissing.
	Kallen fired off a healthy wad of pent up cum squirting graciously into his friend’s mouth.  Jed’s first instinct, though, was not one of liking the spew—he made a face, retched, and very nearly spewed himself.  He recovered and masturbated the cock against his face draining the friendly pud completely.
	Pike smoothed his hand all over Kallen’s ass, spanking him and diddling the boy’s virgin poop chute.  His lust built up more and more and he never heard (or paid attention) to the beeping from his EMAD.

	Kallen made noisy slurping sounds as he gobbled on his friend’s prong; Pike behind the boy jammed-rammed his rod into the boy’s funk hole humping tenaciously with bold indifference to the boy’s virginity.  Kallen (who preferred to be addressed as “Kale”) did a fine job sucking and soon received an abundant amount of jiz in both orifices.  Like pal Jed, Kallen retched to the point of nearly puking.
	A huge gob of pent up cum drizzled out of Kallen’s asshole.  Pike stood on wobbly legs pressing his body against the fifteen year old, “reaching around” to fondle the boy’s rock hard cock.  Although cock servicing and the other forms of being a homo were initially a gross and turn down for Kallen, he was not opposed (just openly.)
	As Pike rested leaning his back against the grungy bricks of the Corner Store the “beeping” got louder.  The beeping was from his EMAD.  On the front informational read-out there was a series of numbers “counting down.”
	He got the gist of the count down—the “end” of something.  The end of “what” though was elusive.  He was kinda worried—being with his cock dripping cum with two naked fifteen year old boys wasn’t a good thing.  A little panic beset him and so he wisely slipped along the back of the building to the darkness and waited.

	When the countdown read “00”—there was a brilliant flash of light in his eyes, an ear piercing (brain piercing) whine, and a bit of nausea.  That lasted five seconds.  When it was over he felt a little warm, flush, and dizzy.  Other than that…
	The two boys were standing, naked, cum dripping from their puds.
	‘Turn around.’ He told Jed.
	Surprisingly, Jed received the message confirming Pike’s desires.
	Kallen with his hard dick eased up into his friend’s crapper and began sodimizing him.  Pike stepped back up to the two, caressing Jed’s ass—the boy didn’t notice and neither did the fucking Kallen.

	Another readout showed the digits 001 next to the Gray Word.  Pike had no idea what the hell that meant or referred to.  (an hour later and that same readout showed 002.)  On the Shimmer Effect readout there were digits counting down that pulsed red.  Again, Pike didn’t have enough information so he didn’t know what to think.  The boys were digesting their new way of life—they still wanted to fuck girls, but they would be more interested in fucking one another—along with sucking cock, rim jobs, and ass blasting.
	Pike took an hour and a half to rest; then he noticed the beer and downed two before he knew it.  At just before 3AM the EMAD began beeping again, but a different tone.  The readout next to the Shimmer Effect (invisibility mode) had stopped counting down and read 00 and was no longer pulsating.  Then, next to the numbers in smaller print “ready.”
	Pike smiled, but wasn’t one hundred percent sure.  He pressed the button “activate” next to the corresponding Shimmer Effect readout and once more experienced the unpleasantness of switching from Visible to Invisible.  Valuable seconds were wasted while trying to get a grip on the new reality.  Thereafter he returned to the store—mainly to get cool, grab a hotdog and see if he were actually invisible.

	He was.  Abu never paid attention to him—even after knocking a bag of chips off of the rack next to the counter.  Pike stood a the counter and plucked up some other snacks then walked out—nearly bumping into a young woman just coming in.
	The woman was tired, she had been driving and in her arms was a little girl sound to sleep and a little boy awkwardly following behind.  Pike stepped out of the way after his brush with the woman.  The woman so tired didn’t notice or pay attention.  As she passed by, Pike got a whiff of lovely perfume AND her lovely tight ass.  Oh!

	A soda, some small milk and orange juice, crackers, and other assorted treats including small box cereal.  Pike heard her conversation with Abu, she was traveling from one state, thru the current state, and on to the next state to visit her parents.  She sounded tired.
	When she walked back out shuffling the sleepy toddler and her just purchased goodies, 
	‘turn right.’
	The woman paused, shook her head and looked very confused.
	‘Turn right.’ was repeated.
	Subject “Vicki” turned right.
	Subject Vicki continued to follow all of the commands sent to her haggard mind.  She went out behind the Corner Store where two teenage boys lay side beside on some broken boxes “sleeping” nakedly arms and legs akimbo.
	The toddler girl was taken from her Mother’s arms and laid out on some broken boxes (near the naked sleeping teen boys).  The little boy was partially awake and thusly susceptible to verbal commands.  He was lain beside his sister and went to sleep.
	Vicki was essentially “asleep” standing up.  This made it easy for the likes of invisible Pike to undress her.  Though he didn’t have time, he took his time.  There was an air of apprehension on Pike’s part, he didn’t know why—uneasiness and trepidation and all that played into the psyche.  Vicki’s simple Summery green top with a huge daisy on the front was removed and deposited at her feet.  Pike took a precious moment to gander at her lovely 28Bs.  
	Vicki had short brown hair, brown eyes, and creamy white skin.  Her breasts were equally captivating and Pike fondled them, tweaked the nipples and got no reaction from the young Mother.  The bra fell to the ground and Pike’s lust zoomed.
	The two teen boys slept soundly, Pike had a notion about Kellen and his sister—admittedly the boy had ‘fessed about having sex with her AND her girlfriend.  Pike wanted in on that.  The toddler girl slept with her mouth open—Pike wanted in on that, too.
	But first!
	Vicki wore some semi tight pants, Pike had trouble with the button fastener and then the zipper.  But he managed and got the woman’s pants down.  Bikini panties in the shade of blue greeted him.  Once more and Pike took precious time caressing the woman’s ass before sliding the delicate garment down—and then off.

	Laying Vicki Anderson down on the broken down boxes Pike removed her pants and panties, opened her legs and admired her very well shaven cunt.  His cock surged and surged hard.  Going down on the woman’s pussy was nice—she was a little musty in her sex and there was the slight hint of pee.  Pike didn’t mind and drove his tongue all over nipping the “lips” and driving his tongue into the womanly cunt.
	It was quite a workout—for his tongue.  Vicki’s juices got worked up and coated Pike’s face—it was a telltale sign of a woman in need.  Pike licked, lapped, and nourished his way into a furor.  Vicki was bucking into his face.  The woman barely had to be “convinced” by the likes of the EMAD as she was tied (and pent up.)
	Pike discovered as he slid his manhood into her sex that there was no “ring” on her wedding finger.  It was too dark to tell if a ring had been there before but it was assumed.  Pike eased himself fully into the receptive woman almost cumming right off from the get go.  Vicki made some acknowledgement of awareness but was still nixed by sheer exhaustion.
	A slow but rigorous bout of pumping began, Pike found himself enamored by the woman’s titties—they jiggled as he pumped steadily her sex.  Vicki thrashed her head side to side but never woke up!  
	Laying his body on the young Mother, keeping his prick embedded in her, he moved his hips and enjoyed a sensational making of love.  The position of squashing one’s body to the lover gave the angle of the dangle a more perceptive mark allowing both lovers to enjoy sensational emotions.
	Vicki began to breath hard, her nipples perked up and her pussy clenched about Pike’s invader.  Thrilled by the woman’s grip Pike kicked up his pumping action reaching the crucial apex in record time.  Delivering the crucial love juice, though, took a little more work.
	But it was well worth it.

	The morning was getting on—this was known by the enlightenment on the encroaching sun on the horizon.  Pike still had lots to do.  He heard increasing traffic, smelled breakfast in the works from various fast food places in the area as well as restaurants.  He didn’t have much time.
	With his cock thoroughly dog-tired from banging away steadily in Vicki’s poon, he rolled off and contacted teenager Jed.  The boy crawled over and eased himself into Vicki’s sex and began fucking.  What exactly was in his mind was unknown—he just went thru the motion of engaging in sex without realizing WHO he was engaging sex with.

	Pike rested but was highly enthused watching the boy fuck.  The boy lay on the woman as he was not properly schooled in the finer art of lovemaking.  His dick was in Vicki’s pussy so Pike let him be.  As the boy ate into three minutes, Pike firstly took note of the boy’s ass.
	Then he realized the three year old girl had peed her pants.
	The boy, five, was sleeping soundly—but with his butt up in the air!  His hands were folded under his chin and his ass up.  Pike gently laid the boy down—then for no other reason than “just fucking because” pulled the tyke’s pants and underwear down.
	Then he pulled the pants and panties down of Kitty.
	Kitty had pissed her pants and pissed them good.  It stirred up certain perverted emotions in Pike—he liked seeing a girl pee.  He had missed the girl’s initial soiling—he would have likened to known beforehand so as to have stand up, pants and panties down (or off) and commence peeing while standing.
	After getting her clothes off he went down on the young girl, licking her pissy pussy and never minding the taste.  Jed had cum and lay exhausted on the woman until Pike pushed him off and had Kallen come take his turn.  Vicki was somewhat more aware but still to tired to care.
	Little Kitty was, of course, too young to fuck, but it didn’t stop Pike from riding her.  His cock revitalized with lust he moved up to rest his cum shooter against the child’s cunt and there he began to ride—grinding his cock with extreme desire.
	A jut of cum blasted out of his piss slit shooting up the little girl’s chest before pooling on her belly.  Pike, the cad, sighed deeply, farted, then sat up to rub his pud’s head against the girl’s cunt with a little effort of trying make penetration.
	Kallen made a verbal outburst suggesting that he had cum, too.

	Using Kitty’s soiled panties, her pussy and her Mom’s pussy were cleaned of cum, then the panties were tossed and the toddler dressed along with her brother and Mother.  The Mom was delirious—she needed serious rest.  Pike directed her back to the front of the store and to her car.  Once she was in Pike put her to sleep.  She went gladly to a deep slumber.  Kitty and her brother were also put to sleep and Pike returned to his boys.
	The traffic flow was increasing, daylight brightening, time to go.
	Pike somewhat released the boys from their mind lock and sent them on their way.  He himself then went on his way—and was two blocks from home when…

 	“Is everything alright, sir?” said a cop leaning out the passenger side window of a city police car.  The car had “snuck” up on Pike as he trotted VISIBLY along the tree lined sidewalk at 6AM.
	“Uh, uhm, just—uhm, going home.” Pike replied secretly hiding the remote control sized EMAD in his robe.
	“Do you live close by, sir?” the cop asked.
	“Just up the block, 1145,” then, “uh, my doctor said I needed to walk more.”
	The cop car kept even pace with Pike—making him a little nervous.
	“Alright, sir, have a good walk.” The car zoomed off and Pike stopped at the corner—
	“What the fuck!?”  Was that Officer Anne in the passenger seat??

*
just fucking because
	Once home there was nothing to do but collapse onto his bed and pass out.  He knew nothing until the “call of nature” contacted him “gotta see a man about a dog.”  His body ached some, there was a pesky headache to contend with, and an abnormal amount of memories plaguing his mind.
	Fuck the toilet, he went into the shower and peed there.
	A long shower, cold, hot, then back to cold.  He felt better after then plopped himself at his breakfast table with a burrito and a beer.  Half an hour later and he still was inundated with mind boggling disturbances.  The EMAD was becoming more than he could handle.  In the back of his mind he knew that his life would be less complicated without the wretched device.  He didn’t need it.
	But it sure made life fun—if not interesting!

	Three beers and two more burritos later…
	What the Gray World was all about he had no clue, but the digital readout was 12.  What that meant he didn’t know but he thought it best to leave it alone (for now.)  The Shimmer Effect was ready and for no other reason than “just fucking because” he initiated the Shimmer.
	For half a minute he stood before the mirror in the hallway.  No reflection.  He put on clothes, farted, and made his way out into the day.  He didn’t know what he was to do—he was Invisible and armed with a mind altering device.  The possibilities were endless!

	Not wanting to waste too much time being invisible, according to the timer he had 75 minutes.  Out of his house and across the street, then up to the next block; his eyes scanning intently for “possibles.”  And he found one soon enough,
	A very cute happy girl, about ten, blond, happy-happy being happy with some other like age children playing in a small corner park.  A patrol car was at the curb, another law enforcing car at the other curb at the other side of the park, and three parental units in the park watching over the kiddies.
	Pike knew the kids, not personally—he had seen them in the neighborhood AND had seen the blond haired girl on television doing a commercial.  She was cute—damn cute.  So was one of the other girls, a long tall lanky thing with super fine long brown hair clear to her butt.  Pike’s prick stuck out dramatically and he went over in his mind what to do.
	‘Go get a cup of coffee, come back in an hour.’
	‘Go home—go home—go home.’
	‘Go fuck yourself.’
	The city police cruiser assigned to watch park activities moved out of the area; the three adults all sauntered out of the park leaving the kids unsupervised, the other enforcer of the law went off on his own presumably to “fuck himself”.
	There were lots of Subjects in the park, most were in the ten and eleven year old range.  Some teens would be nice but it wasn’t their day apparently.  Of course, there was that bothersome thing of being outdoors with no cover.  There were trees and some shrubs, no bathroom.  It was a park with just grass, water fountain, and not much else.  Certainly not enough for concealment.
	Pike wrinkled his nose, licked his lips thoughtfully then directed his attention to Kathy Marisso, Caitlynn Mathers, and Brad Langly.  There were as many as eight others playing various games and sitting in small groups.
	‘Go out to the sidewalk.’
	One-two-three the selected Targets casually walked out to the sidewalk.  They continued across the street and then up to the alley that one block down would run behind Pike’s house.  Pike followed but far behind, just within range of the EMAD.
	When at his back fence he had the boy open the gate and waltz in, the girls followed.  Pike came in from the front.  The kids in the meantime, after shutting the gate came to the back porch and waited.

	Pike greeted them, they were all still with numbed minds and were led down into the basement.  Pike canceled the Shimmer Effect and began working on the girls.  For a moment (minute) he took in the trio—he felt more secure with the three in the basement out of sight.  They were calm, quiet, and oh so delicious!
	He went to Kathy first.  On television she advertised with several others a popular eating establishment featuring the Mexican fare.  She had a fantastic smile, her blond hair was styled slightly.  Creamy white skin, average size for a girl in her age group with breasts just beginning to bud.
	Off came the top, a small half trainer with an accompanying bra.
	Nice.
	Pike was drooling as he ogled the bared breasts—the girl’s face was illuminating and he thought surely he was going to bust right open.  Somehow, though, he managed to contain himself and he laid the girl out on the bed undoing her pants and removing them along with her shoes.
	Another long moment was needed as he ogled the girl in her dainty pink panties.  It was a sure bet that she was a virgin.  True, he would prefer her to be a little older, at least a couple of years.  Off came his own clothes then he went down on the girl and began eating her pussy out thru her pink panties.
	His lust increased and only a minute of this before he was sliding Kathy’s panties off.  Cum spurted from his piss slit as he saw the girl’s naked body before him.  He moaned and couldn’t himself but masturbate.  Slowly he positioned himself onto the hapless girl, grinding his cock against her virgin slit spewing sperm as he did so.
	His cock was well satisfied.  
	His lust was still active, though.  Down onto the girl’s young barely budding breasts he went, his fingers dwelling in her cunt.  His cock was too big to penetrate and he didn’t really want to hurt her busting her cherry.  But he DID want to get in her.
	After much ado about fingering and sucking titty he moved up to straddle her chest and then hump it.  That was followed by bringing her head up so as her lips to kiss the head of his cum squirting cum squirter.  That was followed by pushing the head of his cum squirter into her mouth.
	He thought he would melt—the girl didn’t suck, per se, but that was ok with Pike.  He moved the whole of the head of his dick into her mouth and humped until he ached.  He needed a tight orifice.

	Slowly he moved off the girl to sit at her feet.  A long enduring minute he spent just looking at her.  The girl’s body was enticing.  His eyes went to the very contours of her body; mostly feasting on her cum laden cunt.
	Turning Kathy over gave him more delight—that ass was perfectly shaped (for a ten year old) and another minute was taken to admire it.  His eyes and hands went over the delicate butt, parting the cheeks and examining the girl’s pooter hole.  Then his fingers examined the hole followed by his tongue and then his cock.
	Again, like with her cunt, no penetration—just a lot of humping.
	With his own mind blurring he took his attention nextly to the boy, Brad Langly who was seen on television advertising alongside his Dad who had a car dealership downtown.  Brad was usually dressed up in cowboy outfits.  He was a cute boy, short sandy brown hair, brown eyes, good clothes, well mannered.  Pike slid the boy’s pants down, lifted off his orange knit shirt and then slowly slid down the boy’s underwear.
	Brad stood calmly and quietly.  His “boy parts” were of normal/nominal size for a lad his age.  Pike fondled them, caressed the boy’s soft cool ass and grew sexually intense.  A daring finger probed the boy’s hole then began pushing in.
	Nothing from Brad.
	He was a virgin.  Under questioning via the EMAD the boy was only just beginning to jerk off.  Girls his age thrilled him to the point of having to go to the bathroom or to his room and flog his dog.  He didn’t particularly understand why, though.  He HAD seen girls in their panties, younger girls mostly who were oblivious to the fact that they were inappropriate clothing for tumbling in their front yards.
	He had a notion about sex but not sex acts.  Brad only knew that when his cock got hard he could jerk off and feel great.  There were no sisters at home and only occasionally did he see his Mom in her nightgown revealing her underwear.
	Curiosity was great with Brad, he very muchly DID want to see a girl in her underwear—or less.  Engaging in sex with said girl he wasn’t sure about—he was willing to try, though.
	After caressing the boy’s sex and ass—sufficiently getting his pud hard, Pike put the boy into position on top of Kathy.  Making adjustments on the EMAD Pike lessened the grip on the boy’s mind allowing him a little more freedom—awareness.  He was still susceptible to verbal input via the EMAD.

	From the onset, Brad was a little awkward in his attempt to “fuck.”  Pike caressed the boy’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and getting harder and harder in the dick region.  With a little more fine tuning to the boy’s mind, Brad finally began to make entry into Kathy’s sex.
	Intently smoothing his hand on Brad’s ass the boy made dutiful penetration.  The pain of having her cherry broken was seen in the girl’s eyes, her young body went rigid, hands clenched, mouth hung open in awe.  Brad went on to make full entry and then began that what was called in the industry—fuck.
	Slow methodic pumps did the boy do; Pike lightly smacking the boy’s ass as he pumped, intensifying his sex drive to the point of climbing onto the bed positioning himself against the boy’s pumping butt.  There he humped Brad’s ass flesh, the crack, and tried anal penetration.
	Something smaller would have to be the go ahead there.  Pike wasn’t deterred and continued satisfying himself with humping the boy’s flesh followed by slapping/spanking the boy’s butt until his cock was the stiffest ever.

	The act of cumming was a sensation that young Brad had not experienced before.  Oh, he had “cum” before, but nothing in comparison to squirting his special love cream into Kathy’s cunt.  With or without the EMAD effect, Brad Langly was in shock.
	Using a washcloth, Pike cleaned off Kathy’s freshly fucked broken-in cunt.  Then he cleaned up Brad before focusing his attention to the other member, Caitlynn.
	On television, Caitlynn advertised kids furniture.  
	The girl was tall, a whole head taller than most of her friends.  Long arms, long legs, skinny-skinny body.  She wore a maroon colored knit shirt with a small kid bra to cover her dainty budding breasts.  Pike’s lust was increasing almost out of control and he quickly got the ten year old out of her pants and panties.  The hairless poon that greeted him was nice.  Positioning himself in an armless chair he pulled the girl onto his lap.
	She was a virgin, she didn’t “finger it, she was mildly aware of what sex was about, she HAD seen boys her age and even older naked—while camping, summer camp excursions, and streaking down the alley in the middle of the night on a silly dare.  Boys!
	 Right up against her poon did Pike seriously rub his cock.  Holding the girl tightly to him he grinded-grinded-grinded and very nearly managed vaginal penetration.  He shuddered and took to gliding the head of his dick against her sex entrance squirting cum all over it.

	Envious of Brad he was as Brad took his fuck stick to Caitlynn’s cunt and “broke her in.”  Kathy needed more breaking in, too—Pike used his fingers and tongue then a handy-dandy candle.  But he was too pent up and in desperate need to “get in there” so he did.
	Not ALL of his cock would go in, just the head and a bit of shaft.  That was ok, Pike felt the sensational sensations of sexual release just the same and was satiated with that good enough.  Kathy squirmed, made faces, and was a little more “aware” than she needed to be but Pike was too busy trying to fuck the girl than to re-zap her mind.
	Kathy made faces as the strength of Pike’s protrusion made sharp stabbing pains.  Pike stopped laying against the girl, cuddling her with a hand tightly gripping her ass as he lay atop her; his throbbing erection right against her cunt.  His desire to “get into her” tripped up a hundred fold.
	She needed more broken in.
	There was a fine line Pike was encroaching on.  A moral line; but that had already been dissolved by his earlier exploits involving the kids at the cabin.  Unlike with the Chinese girls, Fumiko and Michelle, Pike held off fucking Kathy and had instead, Brad do the girl ONE MORE TIME.
	Meanwhile, while Brad fucked Kathy ONE MORE TIME, Pike laid Caitlynn across his lap and spanked her.  Seemed the thing to do.  With his prick pressed hard against her belly his sexual lust was temporarily quelled.
	Temporarily.

	The mind lock from the EMAD to the Subjects wasn’t a lasting thing, there was a time limit.  By late afternoon the hold on the three kids’ minds was beginning to loosen.  AND the EMAD would need some hours to cool down before making another Mind Zap attempt.
	Shit.
	Blindfolding the trio, binding their hands, Pike settled with just out and out molesting and released the kids from their mind lock.  Naturally they were frightened.  A swift swat to their asses settled them.  Then Pike returned his attention to Kathy.
	Kathy fussed, as she should, and went still when the presence of the man’s penis penetrated her holy.  Her young mouth hung open agape as the startling revelation came to be that she was being raped.
	It was a slow progress, Pike knew that if he had the girl at the cabin then he would probably not be as gentle.  Dire determination pressed him and more than the head and a bit of shaft entered Kathy’s lovely cunt.

	Three minutes, maybe a little more, and the deed was done.  Pike was exhausted and coated the girl’s body with his sweat—along with his cum that had fully filled her lovely young cunt.  The girl’s pussy had been broken a little more; Pike washed her off and inserted a special spermicide into her cunt cavity.  He did feel like a cad but…
	Laying beside her he cooed to her, fingered her aching fresh fucked cunt, sucked on her breasts, and humped against her hip.  Then, turning her onto her side he humped against her ass.  Kathy sobbed and Brad peed.

	With his face into Caitlynn’s cunt, Brad Langly was fucked in the ass.  Caitlynn sat on the bed, her back braced against Kathy, her legs spread out wide—Brad’s face was in her cunt and she was only just barely aware of that fact.  The three had gotten to see one another before they were blindfolded.  The “man” in their midst had worn a Holloween monkey mask hiding his facial features.  All three got an eyeful of the man as he stood before them, blatantly masturbating.  Each had to “taste” the man’s cock, lick the shaft, and suck on the hairless testicles.  Thereafter, the girls had to suck on their friend, Brad.  Suck his little dick, his balls, and kiss his butt cheeks.  In turn, Brad had put his tongue to the girls, licking, sucking, and nipping their lips.  Then they were blindfolded.
	Brad screamed into Caitlynn’s cunt as the man made steady entry into his virgin hole.  The boy squeezed his hands tightly as the pain to his hole was immense—but tolerable.  
	Pike pushed in until he met resistance—then he pulled out and humped until the asshole tract gave in and a little more penetration was made possible.  When finally most of the way in Pike began to pump filling the young boy’s anus minutes later.
	Despite the discomfort, Brad had wood.  Pike did the ‘reach around’ finding the boy’s boner (dripping cum.)  Caitlynn was repositioned—bringing her ass right to the edge of the old mattress and her legs pushed back.  Brad then was positioned to slip into Caitlynn’s cunt his cock—again.
	While Brad fucked he was spanked.
	Pike was just about out of it and was feeling the drags of the loss of energy.  His shoulders hurt, his cock seriously hurt and he simply had no more umph to give.  But he was far from being done—but he was out of time.  Not wanting investigators of any type once more scouring the neighborhood it was time for the kids to be returned to the park.

 	They barely made it before the adults and law officers returned.  The kids’ young minds had been affected by the EMAD—obliterating sufficiently their Short Term Memory.  They were sore, sticky, and non-virginal.  Newly implanted commands would put it to that Brad would begin a sexual relationship with the girls, spanking, fingering, sucking, and fucking—to be done in secret and when they could get away with it.  And with that, Pike had taken the most time having the kids come seek him out—to go into his basement to have their fun.
	It had been that time that had been costly.
	But he had made it.  Whether or not the implanted notions would stick remained to be seen.  The kids were sick, dizzy and highly confused. The girls were sore, Bradly (his asshole) was really sore and they all scurried home.  No amount of mind intrusion could overwhelm the kids from feeling the discomfort in their sex parts.
	Oh well.