August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Two
Dom’s Way Home

Dogfacing the soldier (and other special maneuvers not described in the Military Handbook of Sneaky Doings)

	The big city was fifty miles away and posed better Subjects and Targets of Opportunity.  But it was fifty miles away and PFC Alton Nodden was “on-call.”  So to speak.  Should anything arise requiring his presence back on the base of Werthafukahwee, sirens saying so would blare out in the small town next to said Werthafukahwee base.  So soldiers unless they were on official leave of absence were requested to hang loose in town and not venture off further.
	It sucked ‘cause there was almost as little to do in the town as there was on base.  But those who wanted to find something to do—usually did.  And equipped with an EMAD—finding personal entertainment was just a brain wave pattern capture away.
	At a gas station a small compact blue car was alongside, with a flat tire.  At first, Alton was not interested—until emerging from the bathroom a semi tall gal appeared and came to kick the tire.  She was on a cell phone, fussing with her hair, and fuckable.
	Mainly, she was alone—and fuckable.
	Alton went around the station and stealthfully to the rear of the establishment coming right up to the corner.  He could hear the gal “Amy” bitching to whoever on the cell phone.  She didn’t cuss but clearly was upset with the flat tire.  
	“There’s no spare so I have to pay this guy (service station attendant) fifty bucks to put a new tire on.”
	And apparently, she didn’t have “fifty bucks” to spare.  She wore a college shirt, tight blue jeans, and simple shoes.  College stickers, emblems and a student parking tag were on (and in) the car; on the back glass was in bold letters “Amy.”
	Amy walked around her car, fiddling with her hair, talking-talking-talking then looking across the street indicating “Yes, I see a ‘gram place across the street.”  Money was to be wired to her to facilitate her need for a new tire.

	Then she concluded her call and opened the passenger door to retrieve her purse.  She was “bent” over causing Alton to nearly lose it right then and there.  The only security camera was the one on the corner of the building peering into the covered gas station area fuel pump island and cashier’s door.  There was some security cameras located on the buildings and street signs—across the street but aimed to the sidewalk.
	That was a nice ass.  A really nice ass.
	“I wish you’d take your pants down.” he whispered aloud.
	“Audible Instruction Confirmed.” spoke a computer voice.
	Oh shit.  
	A new light was blinking on the EMAD controller with a message in 2nd screen—Proceed?
	Proceed?  With what?
	Alton shrugged and pressed the adjoining button—OK.
	Then, to his amazement—college subject “Amy” undone her pants and pushed them DOWN!  She did!
	Alton blinked his eyes.  “What the fuck?”
	Quickly, though, did he recover and rush up to the girl—firstly checking her “status” of whether or not he had her or not.  He did.  She stood inside her door but was still exposed to public viewing should anyone round the corner of the station or walk by on the sidewalk beyond—or look out a window from one of the buildings across the street.
	Alton blocked the view and pushed the girl into the car.  It was unreal.  He had made a statement and the EMAD had made it come true.  Shit!  He stood with a raging hard-on, staring down to the college girl who had taken her pants down.  She wore off-pink panties and they were of the bikini style.  Nice.  Real nice.

	Purchase of a can of Flat Fixer was easy—affixing the nozzle to the flat tire stem not so easy and a lot messy.  But the tire that was flat did inflate some—enough that Alton could drive away to some other more secure locale.  Which was basically out on a road he knew into the desert-scape.  Once there it was a simple matter of pushing the seats back in the car and stripping Amy’s clothes off.
	She had some nice tits.  Real nice.
	Amy Gough, freshman at City College.  She was nineteen.  Alton took careful scrutiny of her teenage cunt—she had been nailed a “few times” before and moisten up nicely after a little fingering.  It was hot out and though the car had air conditioning—it overheated the car’s engine so he let the desert air kiss their naked bodies.

	He got Amy to just her panties.  He had time—he hoped.  He took the sweaty time to admire her body—she had a nice one.  He lusted heavily over her, running his hands up and down her sides, squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipples.  He felt almost as enthused as he had with Loose Lucy—but the difference was Lucy was aware and thusly had invigorated Alton.
	But he didn’t mind that Amy was not aware of her situation.  He lay on her and suckled on her breasts, nipping the nipples and grinding his cock hard against her panty clad cunt.  Amy blinked her eyes and made some indications of “awareness”; Alton continued with what he was doing but soon the girl was seriously coming around.
	The EMAD, apparently, didn’t have “lasting” power.
	Oh well.
	Thank God for rope…

*

Trailer Life; a second look
	Seize the opportunity
	“Where’s Alex?” Maggie asked as she came boldly into the Gordon trailer.
	“He went with Mom into town to do something or something.” Young Louis was a plethora of pertinent information.  But he was cute—‘specially naked.  Louis had seen Maggie’s head coming down the back path and was in his underwear by the time she arrived and came in.
	But she wasn’t alone…
	With her was Carrie, she was eight years young—cute with long blond hair in a kiddie style.  She had a nice body—flat chested and usually always wore pants or shorts.  Young Louis liked her, they played and were “friends.”
	For a moment there was some silence as they stood in the entrance area of the Gordon home, Louis wondering—“What the fuck” while Maggie and Carrie stared at Louis clad in his cartoony underwear.
	“Do you think Alex will be back soon?”
	Louis had no idea—‘besides, if he were in town he would have to hitch a ride back, take the lame bus, or walk.  They had time.  
	Time?  For what?
	Maggie smiled conveying to Louis “all is well.” And “lets go to your room.”  Louis received message, smiled—but was still awed.  

	Alex continued to be awed as once in his shared room Maggie pulled off Carrie’s top.  Carrie’s top was yellow frilly thing that was dress-like.  There was nothing underneath giving young Louis a cause to give a quirky quivering smile.  His pud had already been hardened from earlier when he had seen her coming—now, with Carrie’s bare chest present and Maggie undoing the girl’s pants Louis pud dramatically stiffened and poked out his underwear.
	Carrie blushed and giggled; Maggie lowered her pants.
	Matching yellow panties greeted Louis.  Small, tight, with little girlie flowers all over them.  Pavlov would be proud as Louis began to drool (salivate) and his young cock seriously stiffen.
	Maggie, stationed behind Carrie, caressed the girl’s bare chest as well as feeling the girl’s cunny.  Carrie’s face was red with embarrassment.  Maggie slowly pushed down the child’s panties and all Louis could do was drool and stare.
	Once Carrie’s panties were down she stepped out of them; Maggie guided her to the bottom bunk of which was Alex’s.  Carrie sat down; she was still embarrassed and held her hands up to her mouth; her arms thusly concealing her no-breasts breasts.  On encouragement from Maggie and a tap of hand to Carrie’s legs, the young girl parted her legs.  Maggie patted the girl’s shoulder and she leaned back—legs open—revealing her sex. 
	“Interested?” Maggie said comically.
	Louis was too stunned to say anything—he could only stand and stare in utter disbelief.  Maggie tugged down his underwear and marveled at his delightful ten year old cock.  It was already dripping with pre-cum love.  Maggie took it into her mouth and sucked; she rubbed his ass, squeezed the cheeks and fondled his bare balls, too.
	Alex was only mildly aware of being sucked and tantalized—his blue eyes were locked onto Carrie’s bare cunt.  A shiver shivered thru him; his cock became fully engorged and began a new lease for life.
	Maggie pulled back and rubbed Louis’ pud onto her face, masturbated and smiled a Devil’s smile to him.  She then scooted back and it was an open invitation—‘go ahead, fuck her.’
	Louis, though, still needed more stronger encouragement.  
	Maggie pulled off her own top, bra, and then pulled Louis to Carrie.
	Louis was firstly just going to do just what was encouraged—fuck.  But he watched as Maggie began fingering Carrie’s pussy.  She fingered and massaged basically the girl’s cunny area and that enthused Louis to do same.
	Then they both licked out the girl’s pussy.

	A minute or two of licking and that was about as long as Louis could stand—he liked licking cunt but it did little to satiate his sexual lust.  His cock demanded attention—more than “handling.”  It was time.
	Louis crawled onto Carrie and was a little clumsy about it.  Maggie caressed his ass, cupped his balls and diligently guided his erection into Carrie’s cunt.
	Carrie had been with boys before; she was not a virgin.  imagine that!

*

farts in the wind
	“You did WHAT?”
	“Crapped in his stew.” 
	“No way!”
	“Yep, yes way.”
	“Whoa!”
	“Did you really?”
	“You heard everyone who ate it got sick didn’t you?”
	Silence—confirming confirmation.  The four friends walked together with three of them in awe of the fourth.
	“Wow, does you Dad know it was you?”
	“He figures I did something.”
	Silence; then,
	“Did he beat you again?”
	Eric looked away; the breeze off of the ocean thrashed his wild dark hair about.  His silence told the others with him that it was so—his Dad, Jess Bambly the self proclaimed “stew king” of Gefferson County (and the Starlight crappy oh-so crappy Trailer Park) had indeed beat the wholly (and unholy) crap out of him.
	‘Fucking bastard.” said Derrick, grandson of Otis of the aforementioned crappy oh-so crappy trailer park.
	The kids, Eric, Derrick, Emily (Maschier) and Katey, stood at Vista Rock—a huge jutting ridge of volcanic rock that went out from the landscape and into the ocean.  Beyond it there was a huge outlet where the Nomash River emptied into the sea.  Cargo ships and others went to and fro, not many because of the lack of proper commerce and other political reasons.  There was a train trestle that spanned the waterway and the kids often made there way along it.  The trestle was some five miles from the trailer park.  A good hike when you’re nigh but ten years old…

	“Let’s go moon the ships!” blurted out Derrick.  The grandson of Otis was the cheery one of the group.  
	“Sounds good to me.” Katey said.  She was the serious one of the group and quickly scrambled up the narrow path following Derrick.
	Emily pulled on Eric’s sleeve, “come on,” she said, “you don’t want to miss mooning; it’s your favorite thing to do!”
	It was true, other than playing with himself, sneaking looks at girls’ panties, and crapping into his Dad’s stew pot, mooning cargo ships was his favorite thing to do.

	Along the way…
	Derrick stopped, unzipped, and hauled out his pud.
	Emily blushed and looked away; Katey watched--as a steady stream of yellow pee splurted out of the black boy’s penis.  He toyed with it after his piss—which was directed solely onto the slick glistening silver rails of the train track.  
	“Think a train will com today?” Emily asked.
	“Don’t know, it’s Saturday, it should.” Derrick replied.
	“I gotta pee, too.” Katey announced and undone her clothes.  Katey had on bib-overalls, short pants, with a light white-flowery imprinted shirt on underneath (and underwear.)  She seemed unabashed as she undone her overall snaps, pushed the garment down along with her basic panties and squatted positioning her coochie right onto the polished steel rail.  Seconds later and she was peeing.
	Emily still looked away, but was aware.  She was bashful and somewhat embarrassed.  The wind up from the nearby open sea whipped her dress—she was one of the few children who liked dresses; she wasn’t opposed to pants but this day it was a dress.  A yellow thing with white lace, 2nd hand, well worn.  It was light and airy and not cumbersome.
	As the pretty girl with long curly blond hair stood on the outside of the tracks, the wind gusted and blew her dress up revealing to all, ‘specially the boys, that Emily was not wearing panties.
	It was also revealed the welt marks on her ass left there by her Daddy’s belt.
	“I guess there’s no train today.” Eric said disappointed.  The wind whipped his unkempt dark brown hair.  He yawned and farted, then hauled out his own pud and pissed on the rails.
	“I gotta poop.” announced Emily.  And she did.

	Squatting just over the rail the ten year old hiked up her dress, spread her legs and cheeks wide, grunted—farted, began to pee, and then—dropped a healthy steamer.
	Katey looked away.
	The boys giggled and blushed with Eric stroking his pud after his pee.
	From her pocket she had some tissue (for wiping noses) but in lieu of the nose, she gave a quick wipe to her hole and stood up letting the wind take the soiled tissue away into the desert.
	“TRAIN!” yelled Derrick.
	“COME ON!” yelled Eric and the kids all fled hauling ass down the track to the nearby trestle just ahead.
	The TRAIN was on the outskirts of the nearby Town and came directly onto the desert military base, passing thru.  Then it came close to the coastline and then crossed the river gorge before proceeding to someplace else.  The trestle spanned the river gorge being some 902 feet long.  An old metal bridge with lights on top and mostly burned out ones everywhere else.  It was old, musty, and reeked of creosote.  The kids often played about the trestle, going down along the embankment as well as crossing the bridge stepping into the stand-out where illegal travelers or trainmen stood as the train went by.  
	The kids were heading for one of the standouts.
	The train was hauling ass, too.
	Derrick was the fastest runner of the bunch, Eric was pretty good, the girls were fair with Emily having long legs she kept up with Derrick.  Katey was not a runner.  Emily and Eric practically dragged her as they reached the trestle bridge.  The train was not only heard but felt as its impressive thundering gigantus power thrived thru the earth and everything around it.
	“I cant!” exclaimed the out of breath Katey.
	Eric and Emily held Katey’s hand and pulled her onto the trestle.
	There was not but three feet on either side of the rails and the first standout box was pretty far inside.  Katey slipped on the gravely rock bed just at the entrance; there were no “rock beds” inside the trestle, just rails and oil soaked timbers.  The train neared.
	A cargo ship was just coming in underneath going up to the City while a small container ship was going out.  Derrick nearly collapsed with his legs shaking as he reached the standout box.  “COME ON!  COME ON!” he yelled to his friends.
	The train rumbled.

	Although he was out of breath and his legs were weak, Derrick charged out of the safety of the standout and went to help.  Emily was out of breath and energy, too, and staggered up against the guard rail.  She couldn’t move.  Eric and Derrick grabbed Katey and practically did drag her to the standout.
	The train entered the trestle.
	The engineer could be seen, yelling at the kids.  He was pissed and shouting—like he could be heard over the rumbling of his train’s diesel powerplant.  It thundered by at an amazing speed—150 cars long.
	Derrick and Eric shielded the frightened Katey and couldn’t believe Emily had survived.  She was frozen to the guard rail, though, and it took a little doing to free.
	The boys, though, were awed at her bravery.
	“Holy smokes, that was awesome!” exhorted Derrick.
	“Dang, weren’t you scared!?” asked the stupid question of the year from Eric.  Emily gave him a bad look—you know the one.
	The boys continued, though, to give their friend praise and disbelief.
	It lasted a while and then they were bored again.
	Luckily, the container ship Xavier was coming in from the sea heading up the waterway to the industrial ports o’ call.  The kids smiled, crossed the tracks to the opposite side and gave the ship a quadruple “mooning.”  Eric and Derrick gleefully pushed their pants and underwear to their ankles and bent over—presenting their asses to the crew of the Xavier.  Emily and Katey did likewise, patting their bared buns, spreading cheeks, and making comments as they did so.
	A “whoop-whoop” electronic alarm came from the passing ship, people inside the command bridge could be seen shaking their fists at the naughty children.  Derrick stood and masturbated blatantly while Eric stood right up to the iron bracing and peed onto the ship as it passed underneath.

	The scary part about being on the trestle was the openings between the timbers.  There was a walkway—sort of—on either side of the rails but it was a long—long ways down to the green waters below.
	“How deep do you think it is?” asked Katey one time.  No one knew.  She asked her Grandpa who was a retired merchant marine and he said probably a hundred feet or so.  Pretty deep.
	“I’m hot.” announced Emily.
	“Let’s go swimming!”
	“Yeah!’
	Yeah!

	There was a swimming hole, on the one side of the trestle.  A little bit of a trick to get to.  It was a natural spring pond that was not popular—there was evidence that people had been there but not often.
	A precariously narrow trail led down to the pond, there was a natural cave and some mining equipment scattered about—along with debris from previous “visitors.”  There were two sections to the pond, one was green and murky with the remains of a toppled piece of mining equipment just below the surface.  The other portion was deep but had shallow areas, too—ledges of the natural rock.
	The boys were pretty adventurous but neither had been able to “touch the bottom” of the pool.  No one wanted to venture into the pool with the mining equipment.  And strangely, the boys though “venturous” didn’t go far into the cave, either.  They went in as far as the natural light did and that was about it.
	Once at the pond, though, the boys were the first ones out of their clothes.  Emily though wearing only a dress and no underclothes was last.  Katey stripped to her skin and barrel jumped into the deep part.  They were all good swimmers—and barrel jumpers.
	Emily stepped into the pool just onto one of the ledge and squatted down sitting on the very warm rock lip.  Derrick acting like an alligator laying on the surface could just see the girl’s pussy.
	Eric began squirting water using his clasped hands to jet the water out.  One squirt struck Katey who was laying on her back fully exposed.  
	“Hey!” she exclaimed, “Why’d you do that?”
	“That’s the world spitting at you!” the young swimmer chortled.
	Katey ducked under the water’s surface and came up actually spitting a mouthful of water splashing it onto her friend’s face saying “That’s the world spitting back at you!”
	Emily finally came all the way into the pond and they enjoyed frolicking—frolicking—frolicking.  They played the Marco-
Polo swimming pool game, who could jump the furthest out and make the biggest barrel jump splash, and other games of waterplay.
	At length, though, there game a rest period.  And with the rest—new games arose.  Katey Maknoddy who lived with her retired grandfather came to rest standing on a ledge ‘neath the water.  Derrick popped up in front of her nearly startling her.  As stated, Katey was the “serious” one of the bunch; in was just her nature.  She took things that happened in stride, was fairly decent in school (as far as grades were) but kept to herself a lot.  Derrick was her best friend.

	In the Starlight Park there was a good mix of peoples; black, white, Mexican, and Asian.  Not many black or Asian but mostly white with a few Asian.  Derrick was black.  One of the only black children in the Park.  
	Slowly he came up to not-so-lily-white friend.  He was all grins; Katey had been lightly fingering herself; when Derrick came up she found his hard thing hard and protruding.  Stifling a smile she still conveyed to him her radiance.  Caressing his pud she got the boy even harder.  His feet came to rest alongside hers on the ledge, one hand gripping a piece of rock to steady himself—the other hand caressing Katey’s ass.
	Katey continued working Derrick’s pud, squeezing it and pleasing the black boy all the more than he already was.  Katey didn’t have much in the way of “breasts” but there was something there and there, too, was some perky erect nipples.  Derrick squeezed those, tweaking them until Katey had had enough.
	Then she guided Derrick’s dong into her sex.
	It had been there before.  Like that time in the backyard in the playboat Katey’s retired grandpa had made.  It was a remake in smaller scale to the one’s Grandpa Noah had worked on and captained in his early days.  He and Katey were just becoming friends and when he had to pee real bad one lazy afternoon, “so go.” Katey said.  Derrick was new and not familiar with the interior of Katey’s house.  But he got the impression that it wasn’t intended for him to go into the house to pee.  And playfully testing the waters to see if she was one of those naughty girls he had heard about—Derrick casually went out of the pilot house of the playboat—whipped out his mamba and peed off the side of the railing.  
	Katey had come slowly creeping out so as not to startle or distract him, but her shadow gave her away.  She leaned onto the railing “casually” peering at Derrick’s pud.
	“You never seen one?” Derrick asked.
	Katey didn’t say Yea or Nay, just shrugged.  Then she said, “not a black one, and not while peeing.”
	Derrick wasn’t offended and the “black” remark; he turned a little to show her his cock.  She held her grin but it showed anyways.  Derrick toyed with his cock, pulling the skin tight and then waggling it.  That made Katey giggle aloud and blush some.
	“I bet you cant do that!” Derrick chided.
	“No, silly, I don’t have a wee-wee.”
	“It’s not a “wee-wee”,” bitched Derrick, “it’s a COCK!”

	Katey knew the bad words—fuck, cunt, pussy, COCK and a bunch of others.  She continued to stare at it as its owner continued to play with it.  Then Derrick said, “And I bet you cant do something else.”
	“What?”
	“Pee off the side of this boat!”
	Katey reared back and put on her serious face.
	She looked over the side, then over her shoulder thru the pilot house (checking on her Grandpa who was sleeping/napping in his den.)  After wrinkling her nose and consider Yea or Nay, she undone her bib-overalls (favorite clothing article) and dropped them.  Derrick smiled and smiled big.
	Katey pooched her butt thru the railing, farted—then began to pee.
	Katey’s Grandpa caught her and Derrick screwing in a bunk half an hour later.  The retired seaman told Derrick to go home.  As Derrick fled thru a back gate, he saw Katey being taken into the house…

	“Did you get spanked?” Derrick asked the following day.
	Katey nodded.
	“Did it hurt?”
	Katey shrugged making indifference about the punishment.
	“Sorry.” Derrick offered.
	Katey shrugged it off and the two sat in silence on the front porch at Katey’s house.  Then,
	“Wanna do it again?”  her grandpa had gone to town and the house was free and empty.  Derrick was all smiles and followed the wicked girl into the house—and directly to her bedroom.
	Derrick liked the interior of the house—it was one of the few that was actually a house and not a trailer.  There was a serious “nautical” theme throughout and that was cool.  Dark cherry wood, wooden floors, and it had a warm appeal to it.  Derrick was from the City, he had lived in apartments, motorhomes, and now a trailer.  He liked houses.
	As soon as Katey was in her room which was serious clutter she began stripping off her clothes.  Derrick was right behind her.  She WAS his first fuck, but Katey had been fucked before.  Derrick didn’t know any better nor would he care.  He liked watching Katey undress, she paused when down to her panties; then slowly did she push the girlie garment down.  Derrick was already nude by then.
	The terminology of “eatin’ pussy”, “getting a hummer”, “takin’ the bone”, and other phrases he had heard—he had no idea what they meant or referred to.  Nor did he care.

	Katey laid out on her messy bed, opened her legs and let him have a nice long look.  And he did.  He took in the girl’s nakedness, she didn’t have anything top side to be worthy of a “nice long look” so he concentrated on the area of most interested where she peed from.
	He couldn’t describe it, it was a pussy—a girl’s pussy.  It was with a little slit in the middle, two mounds puffy on each side.  That was about it.  Derrick had the basic information down of what he was supposed to do—as it Insert Tab A into Slot B.  
	Derrick’s first fuck in the playboat had been great.  His second fuck on Katey’s bed was fantastic!  Natural instinct propelled him into the groove of her groove—and what to do once he was there.  He couldn’t stop grinning and his lightheartedness enlightened the usually serious Katey.  She lightened up, griined; wrapped her legs about his but mostly they flailed about aimlessly all the while they fucked.
	Derrick wasn’t a cummer, not yet.  Both achieved a monochrome amount of sexual pleasure.  Afterwards—shower time!  Katey knew her Grandpa’s habits—he would be in town with his buds playing cards until way after dark.  That was okay with her.
	Sex in the shower was new to Derrick.  But then again, anything regarding “sex” was new to Derrick.  Strangely, Katey seemed to know a lot.  After getting wet and soaped up, Katey turned and “bent over” spreading her legs and ass.  Derrick poked her hole with his cock but angled more to her fresh fucked cunt and “had at it.”
	With his pud still hard, Derrick played with it against Katey’s body; mostly against her ass and between her legs.  Katey played with it, too; mostly stroking it, fondling his balls, keeping him hard.  
	Once out of the shower they dried each other off.  And that only led to Katey laying on Derrick, squashing his cock and riding it.  They played that way for quite some time being silly before Katey finally took his member and eased it into sex.  There, then, they did commence with good sex for several minutes.

	With her head on his shoulder, Katey clung to Derrick as he once again eased himself into her body.  A few feet to one side of them with Emily partially submerged, Eric was on top of the girl screwing.  Katey was distant and Derrick slowed his progress—he was still “in” the girl but not out and out fucking her brains out—not yet.
	Derrick’s humping finally did ignite something in Katey; she offered a smile, enlightenment, and her sex (drive.)  Repositioning herself with her legs about his waist—that fucked their brains out.

*

	He was missing out—but that was his loss.  It wasn’t intended for super horndog Gary to visit his best friend’s wife when the best friend wasn’t home—the OT at work came up suddenly and the best friend needed the money.  So, Gary returned bringing Linda some more insight on her husband’s very naughty best friend.
	From out of his pick-up emerged a young girl about nine or so, flat chested, tall, long straight brown hair, nice clothes.  A boy came out, too.  The three made way to the trailer of his best friend; the occupant was expecting them and had the porch light on and door opened.
	Linda was all in anticipatory jitters.  She was already “wet!”  She had no idea what to expect when Gary came over; but was willing to participate in whatever he brought.
	The girl, Beth, was a charmer.  Quite, well poised, straight posture, polite, and demure.  A checkered black/white strap-like type dress just to her knees with a white shirt underneath complete with some red trim.  A red bow was off to one side of her soft hair.  She was well groomed, educated (privately), and a private music school student.
	With her was “Mario.”  He was ten, Mexican-American, small glasses, very friendly and outgoing.  Gary stood behind them, smiling at Linda, nodding his head.  She was in awe.  Gary was something else.
	Slowly did Gary smooth his hands down the front of Beth’s flat chest, patting it and assuring to the awed Linda that Beth was not opposed.  (of course, neither she or the boy, Mario, had a choice.)  Linda had asked of her husband, “Is Gary married?” to wit Mike replied, “Not that I know of.” And Linda posed another question, “Does he have kids?” to wit Mike replied again, “Not that I know of.”
	Gary lived in town, Mike had been to his house “a few times” and though lo they were friends—Mike, and Linda, knew (apparently) very little about him.  Probably a good thing.  Probably.
	Anyways, Gary went to his knees behind Beth and pulled up her short dress.  The girl did nothing in response but stare straight ahead.  She was pretty, a sweet calm face, a round face that was a little long but not out of the ordinary.  Pretty white panties with pink flowers and pink trim.  Linda’s eyes focused on Gary’s hands as he smoothed them over the girl’s front, patting her panty panel, then down her legs and up again before pulling off her dress and blouse.  	Again, Gary’s hands went exploring all over the girl while Linda’s cunt swam with moisture.  Gary smiled and pulled down Beth’s panties.

	His fingers went to her “crevice.”  Exploring more, fingering out, disappearing his finger into Beth’s private sex put Linda in awe.  But there was more!  Gary turned the girl around, patted her sweet dainty butt and BENT HER OVER.  Stepping her legs out of her clothes she was stanced to where her ass could be nicely viewed (by Linda on the sofa.)  Gary then stood and pushed down his pants (no underwear) and presented (to Beth) his manhood.
	Beth took Gary’s manhood in hand, worked it a bit and then INTO HER MOUTH it went and she proceeded to suck it!  She did!  Linda’s hands were inside her slacks and she was “gettin’ busy.”  Gary smiled to her as his cock fully disappeared into Beth’s mouth; he nodded to Linda conveying to her “go ‘head, take ‘em off.”
	Linda struggled a bit with her disability but pushed her slacks and cum soaked soiled panties down.  Gary pumped into Beth’s mouth—it should be noted that the young girl neither choked or gagged or even retched.  She slurped the schlong and that was all there was to it.

	The clock on the wall gave the time of 5:40.  Mike was pulling some serious OT and there was no telling when he would be home.  After some time humping sweet Beth’s mouth, Gary pulled out to hump her face.  Then he sidestepped to Mario.
	Linda was all eyes with her cunny getting wetting and wetter by the second.  The anticipation was a killer.  It could be seen in her face the “want.”  She even licked her lips!
	Mario’s shirt came off in one fell swoop.  No undershirt—it was the middle of Summer.  Gary caressed the boy’s chest, patting the boy’s belly and making circles about his nipples.  Linda was in fits with anticipation—she longed to see the boy’s wanker.  And so she did.
	Gary eased the boy’s simple brown pants down leaving him clad in simple white briefs.  Linda was just about to the level of losing it.  She frigged her cunt more and more with agony on her face looking almost painful.
	Gary stopped teasing her and pushed Mario’s underpants down making him nude.  Gary then himself stripped off all of his clothes and guided Mario up to Linda.  The disabled woman was more than in simple awe.  It was a joy, more than having a delectable dessert or getting a fantastic present for no reason.  Lovingly she placed her fingers onto the boy’s cock and stroked.  Her other hand continued to frig herself but soon stopped to caress the boy’s ass.

	Cut to Act Two:
	With her shoulders to the back of the tattered sofa, her legs up and out, young Beth No Last Name Given was humped royally.  Her young pussy had been previously breeched and well fucked, by smaller and younger cock (no explanation given on that, either.)  The one doing the humping had only a portion of his cock in her; he was a gentle molester.
	Beside them, Mario was up on Linda’s chest, his ass settled down onto her mammoth mummeries while she happily (very happily) sucked his dick.  Mario grinned all the while he was “serviced.”  And it wasn’t his first time, either.
	Gary pulled out of Beth to hump her cunt outside; then readjusting her angle he moved her legs up along his almost chiseled chest, her ankles on his shoulders.  His cock, then went tunneling into her asshole.  
	Linda fondled Mario, she was very pleased with him and devoured his little willy fully; sucking in his bare testicle sac, too.  She watched Gary do the naughty with Beth and though lo she was a woman, a married woman, a Mom, and what Gary was doing was detestable (among other things) she got off on it.
	When the pivotal moment came—and was cumming, Linda got into a new position; on her knees beside the pumping Gary.  One good squirt squirted into Beth’s not-so-often-fucked cunt, the rest he managed to pull out and empty onto the girl’s smooth hairless pussy.
	Linda, then, lapped up the juices from the girl’s cunt as well as Gary’s cock.  And there was a lot, too.  Gary got off (more) on watching Linda licking up the spilled cream from Beth’s snatch.  He fucked her head; poked her ear and humped her soft brown hair all the while she slurped his cream up from the ten year old.
	Then,
	Some minutes later; Gary lay on the floor amass clothes of this and that.  Beth lay on him.  It was his favorite position.  With the young girl on him, he adored her—he adored her (or any young girl for that matter) in any position—‘specially when she was naked.  Anyhow, Beth, naked, on him and he was also naked with his cock sliding gently up into her young sex.  He was still yet to fully invade her body thusly—but he was trying!
	A great deal of his shaft was left out—he pumped UP into the girl, his hands clamped not too tightly on her sides.  Linda watched with increasing wetness ‘twixt her legs and soon was sucking on his exposed cock as well as flopping cinching up tight balls.

	When Gary saw Beth’s facial expression go from casual calm to quickening sudden pain/discomfort he ceased his “invasion.”  He didn’t want to hurt her—just fuck her.  He adored her, she was very pretty, alluring and his cock demanded to be IN her.
	Clamping his hands onto her ass he squeezed and pulled the cheeks apart; he managed to explunge his cock from her fucked cunt and began jamming it into her asshole.  Linda helped.  She helped pre-fuck the girl’s hole—using her fingers, tongue, and then a candlestick!  Imagine!
	Gary finally got the head of his dick into the girl’s rim but not much more.  Linda happily sucked on his shaft as well as the area where his cock was into the girl’s pooper.
	Mario came into play, replacing the candlestick with his dick.  Linda was there to help out the cause and the boy managed to get all the way into the girl’s chute and pump.  Linda caressed his butt and on encouragement from Gary, spanked him, too.
	He wasn’t a cummer, not yet.  He fucked until he got tired and Gary creamed.  Linda went down to suck up the cream spewing from Gary’s cock and Beth’s cunt; meanwhile, she worked Mario’s cock, had it poke her ears and hump her face.  Occasionally she sucked it, too.
	Then,
	“Your turn.” Gary said in a flat firm voice.  Twenty minutes after Six PM and after his cumming into Beth’s poon, Gary was ready and Linda was very ready.  Positioned on the sofa she got nailed.  Her face was pretty, but from the face down—train wreck.  Those titties were just too big—they hung down and just really were unsightly.  And she needed to lose some weight—a lot of weight.  But with her disability that was a bit difficult to achieve.
	Beth sucked Gary’s cock and then Mario did.  This only furthered Linda’s pent up orgasm more—‘specially watching Mario sucking Gary’s cock.  Gary didn’t hesitate and when he was as hard as he was going to get he put himself to Linda’s cum dripping cunt and “put it to her.”
	It was a hard and furious fuck whereas they both thought they smelled “smoke!”  The trouble was, though, Linda had a “loose” cunt and for Gary that was bad—he needed nice tight snatches to keep him hard and get him to eventually cum.  It was a struggle to maintain erection let alone cum.
	At length, though, he did cum.  It wasn’t much, he was nearly empty as it was.  Linda had cum—multiple times.  Gary continued pumping for a bit more, pulling out to poke her asshole and then just hump her gash.  He was exhausted and stanky.

	They showered (together) and then watched as Beth and Mario showered together.  Afterwards they dressed and had a bit of rest before Gary said he had to go.  It was a little after 7PM when he pulled away; at 7:35 Mike came home.  Naturally!

*

Morality?  Never heard of it
	The last trailer in Starlight was tucked away nicely, small front yard and side yard, a modern day van in the drive; a doggie crapping in the fenced area.  There were decorations suggesting a time long ago; bicycles suggesting the presence of wee ones, too.
	Like most of the trailers, and the few homes, too; there were plants and plants stands of various types scattered everywhere—along with beach balls, beach towels, beach buckets, and the like like that there.  It wasn’t cluttered outside—not too terribly so.
	Inside the trailer, though—different story there.
	Don’t bother calling the maid—it’d be better just to shove it over the edge of the cliff to the beach below.  To describe the “mess”—newspaper stacks, book stacks that had toppled over, clothing stacks, too.  It really wasn’t cluttered just messy.
	The kitchen like most trailers had was small with a bar-island separating the kitchen area from the living area.  There were dishes piled in the sink, but the floor was clean.  The funky green refrigerator had funky designs on the doors along with drawings of the kid variety.  A message board was on the top mounted freezer door.
	The dinning table located across from the open kitchen pushed against the wall with a window was a bit messy, too; left over breakfast bowls and such.  The table and chairs were reminiscent of 1960s furniture.
	Down the short hall the first door that was open was a bathroom.
	Messy.  Clothes were everywhere but in the hamper.
	More funky green color schemes—the toilet, bath/shower, sink, walls, and everything else.  But there was a reason for the messiness—the occupants of the trailer were too busy engaged in other activities to clean up after themselves.
	The next door down was a bedroom that was very-very messy.  A girl’s room; bunk bed against the wall with a regular small normal bed against the opposite wall.  A desk with a goldfish tank on it; pictures of rock stars and personal drawing adorned the walls.  Underwear and other articles were “everywhere.”

	In the other bedroom at the end of the 1960s California long trailer was a man with two young girls.  The man had a slight beard on his face, but not hair one on his head.  He also had a single gold earring in one ear.  There were biker clothes everywhere in his room with an award plaque on the wall above his desk “GRANDPA of the Year”.
	He was nude.
	So were the girls.
	The girls, Brianna and Sally Anne, were also nude.  
	Grandpa of the Year Harry Ballton was positioned up against Brianna.  Brianna was nigh but twelve years and her Grandpa was ALL the way into the girl’s cunny.  His hands were tightly clamped to her ass as he put it to her; her small beginning breasts jiggled as she was humped.  Beside her, her younger sister by two years, Sally Anne, lay on her backside, legs open, fingering her sex while her Grandpa of the Year lusted.
	The man was determined (to get his nut) and power fucked his granddaughter until she began to show signs of distress.  One hand gripped a pillow while the other fingered her pussy, too!  Grandpa’s cock was all the way in, slamming hard until finally there was that release.  Biker Gramps, who was not frail for his 60-plus years.  He pumped almost as hard cumming as he had achieving the cum.  Then he pulled out and slapped his cock against Brianna’s ass, poked her hole and tried entry there—it was a no-go, though but he was satisfied sexually just the same.
	Harry’s cock was haggered, and dripped cum all over his bedding.  Brianna caressed her well fucked cunt, farted, and cum juiced out of her sex causing her Grandpa to giggle and little sister to let out an outburst and hold her nose.
	Sally Anne was next.
	Brianna fell to one side fingering her cum drenched cunt.  Her nipples were hard and with the other hand she tweaked them and seemed to be in some distress if not confusion.
	Grandpa of the Year “went down” on his youngest grandchild, opening her legs and driving his wicked tongue into her young sex—followed by jamming a finger up into her asshole.  Her legs went up over his shoulders and he went feverently into sexual lust—and then some.
	He licked and licked, flicked his tongue all over the girl’s mound with serious attention of reaming out her hole.  That was followed by ceasing oral operations and replacing his finger with a candle.  A candle!  It was a green small diameter thing some inches long.  

 	Almost five inches went up into the girl’s hole then she was pulled to stand up.  Henry stood up and put his naughty cock into the girl’s mouth pushing her head back and forth for several minutes.  She sucked good; even put her hands to his cock as she sucked and didn’t protest one little bit.  
	As the little girl sucked, her sister picked up not one but TWO candles and “inserted” them on her own into her asshole and pussy.  She did!  She made a face putting the candle into her asshole; laying on her side she angled herself, spread a cheek to reveal to her naughty oh-so naughty Grandpa of the Year the insertion process.
	A smaller candle was put up into Sally Anne’s cunt after her mouth was filled to overflowing capacity with cum.  Henry was worn out but enthused watching as the young girl eased the small red stick into her sex.  Both girls came to him and he hugged them, patted their asses and sucked on their breasts—Brianna had the beginnings of some possibly nice-nice titties as a teenager.  He sucked on them for a bit then shooed them having them walk thru the trailer with the candles in their bodies.

No, don’t look here for morality, either
	Up a little ways on a small flat hill from the Grandpa of the Year was a full sized blue pick-up parked in the gravel drive of a one of the nicer trailers in the Park area.  A man was inside the pick-up’s cab and though he usually had a serious face and demeanor about him, he seemed to be in agony.
	There was a reason.
	He was getting a blowjob.
	Of course!
	From a young girl yet.
	Of course!
	Phil Bonston was the driver getting the hummer.  He was in his early forties and already had graying hair at the temples.  He was a rugged fella, worked in the oilfields on the other side of the town.  Very serious; and he sucking his dick causing his face to contort oddly was his precious (of course) not ten, but nine year old flat chested daughter, Kelligh.
	Straight, long, golden hair with a uniqueness to her face.  She was a happy-go-lucky child who didn’t mind the transfer from their nice house in the city to the crappy living conditions by the sea.  She gobbled down on her Daddy’s cock, masturbating it with her small hand making slurping noises as she strove to “bring him off.”

	She did a good job and received a copious amount of cum for her efforts.  Her Daddy melted, caressed her head and needed a few minutes to recover.  His daughter, meanwhile, wiped her mouth (didn’t swallow) and spit the goo into a tissue.
	Phil then put his manhood back in his pants; then, he and Kelliegh left the truck and made for the front door of their home.  There wasn’t much clutter or scattered “stuff”; there was a hominess to the humble abode—mostly it was not their stuff; they were newly arrived residences and the homeowner previously had done the decorating.  She had passed away and was a cousin of Phil’s so he got the offer to take up residence.  So he did.
	Inside there was some clutter but it was tolerable.  Also inside was a teenage girl yapping on the phone.  She got a bad look from her Daddy as he came in.  He saw that the kitchen was still as it was when he had left earlier; the dinning table still with dishes on it; the mop bucket with mop still where they were when he had left—unused.
	‘Get off the phone, NOW!’ conveyed her Daddy.  He also transmitted to her his sternness and anger at her lack of following his orders when he had left earlier that day.  Karrie Anne (lot of “Anne’s in this story aren’t there?) hadn’t done any of her chores.  Daddy was pissed.
	“Go to your room,” he told Kelliegh, “take off your clothes.”
	The young girl hoped/skipped to her bedroom stripping off her clothes as she did so.  Karrie Anne stood in somewhat fear at the desk where the phone was.  Phil plucked off the wall by the door a strap.  It was similar to a old fashioned barber’s strop that was used in sharpening shaving blades.  The strap was leather with some intricate designs, gothic studs with holes and some three inches wide and a little thicker than most “belts.”
	Kelliegh instantly whined and backed up.  “No—No!” she cried cringing and wringing her hands.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Kelliegh really didn’t want to and she resisted—until her Daddy with his hand inside his pants pocket did something.  A “click” was heard and then an ear piercing whine that escalated up the scale to where doggies in the area got excited and wet themselves.
	It also seemed to have an effect on Karrie Anne.  She stopped whining for one; she stopped wringing her hands and became much more calmer and thusly easier to deal with.  She received commands from her Daddy and followed thru.

	No EMAD was detected but one of sorts was in use.  A different kind of EMAD using different aspects of mind control over electronic control.  It still wasn’t the one Dom was searching for but he stayed to watch the proceedings just the same.  Might as well.
	Karrie Anne slowly stripped off her blue top that had embroidered kitties all over it.  Karrie Anne was a little taller than most girls her age, bigger busted, too.  She was pretty—and a mirror image of her little sis who was a mirror image of their Mother (God rest her soul.)
	Off came the pink bra freeing the set of very nice teenage titties of proportionate size.  Phil began peeling out of his clothes, too; kicking off his shoes, pushing down his jeans and standing in his tidy-whiteys watching his teenager daughter continuing her stripping.
	After Kelligh had taken her pants down and stood up in her panties of powder blue, Daddy Phil pulled off his blue knit work shirt then his own underwear and stood with an impressive raging hard-on.  He gave it a loving stroke then fished a small object like a keyless entry fob usually for unlocking cars and such.  It had once been so but the electronic wizard modified the device and now it worked on a totally different level.
	“Take your panties off.” Phil said in a stern-firm voice, and he “click” activated the key fob device.  Again, another ear piercing whine there came ascending quickly up the tone scale until out of normal (human) hearing range.  Then, Kelliegh pushed down her panties and stood up naked.
	Phil stared at her nakedness, directly to her hairless teen pussy.  He stroked his cock harder and said, “Come suck me.”  And without batting an eye, Kelliegh stepped out of her clothes and went straight to her Daddy, going to her knees and taking his cock like a pro.
	It wasn’t so much as that she was “altered” as when affected by an EMAD as she was “conditioned”.  Not much of a difference really but there was in the method and application.  
	Phil rocked on the balls of his feet as he was sucked; he made noises of pleasure; ran his hands thru his daughter’s hair and filled her mouth completely.  He soon took her head and force fucked her mouth.  Then, suddenly, for no reason, he pulled out and began slapping her face with his throbbing hardness.
	“Get into position.” he said.  “Spanking Position One.”
	No hesitation; Kelligh got up and went to a large funky nappy green foot stool and bent herself over it, spreading her legs, her head against the chair the footstool was for.  Phil then did step up and pause to gander at her nakedness; her hole, hairless (shaven) pussy, and everything.  It was a nice view—a nice view indeed.
	For a moment he caressed the girl’s ass, patting it, squeezing the cheeks and then inserting his finger into the hole.  Not a word or even a whimper from his teenage daughter.  He then picked up the strap, snapped it in the air, then stood sidewise and smacked Kelliegh’s ass with all his might.
	The body jerked and twisted—it was a natural reaction and there was a yelp from Kelliegh; but she remained controllable and Phil unleashed another smack.  Kelliegh’s ass instantly turned a bright shade of red and she began to fidget more and more.  Phil dropped the belt and stepped up straddling the footstool and inserting his cock to her hole.  It took a bit of doing, a lot of try, grunt, and dire determination—but he was in to the hilt after a bit of time and that was all that mattered.

Spank o’ rama!
	Smarting off to your Dad got you a warning.
	A bad grade on school work got you grounded.
	Lying about bad grade got you another warning.
	Caught with cigarettes—the final straw.  
	Young Kami Balton had crossed the line and cumulated with the bad grade from school, smarting off to her Dad, lying, and the ciggys—just was a bad deal all around.  She was just asking for it!  Daddy Ralph could only take so much and he hauled the eleven year old out of the house and out to the woodshed behind it.
	Kami wore a short kiddie dress—very short.  It was Summer and the dress was sleeveless and not much to it.  At eleven, Kami didn’t have much of a “form” and was only just beginning to “bud.”  Ralph Balton had one of the few homes outside of the Starlight Park; the home was two story but small having more property than house.  There were a couple of nice trees and the family raised goats, chickens, and were almost self sufficient.  Almost.  Daddy Ralph was a contractor and was self employed.  
	Kami knew the drill and went to the woodshed which was really where meat was smoked.  Wood was piled around in either in cord stack style or loose in small piles.  Unlike Jess Bambly in the adjacent trailer park, Ralph Balton WAS a good cook and well known (on the nearby Army base) for his pork roasts and deep pit pork.
	There was a rock retaining wall that was a natural wall supplied by Nature—it was volcanic but had been hewn so as to form a nice wall about chest high.  Kami stretched her arms out, hands gripping the top of the wall, body clenching in the anticipation.
	Ralph stood behind her, belt in hand, chastising his daughter for her offense.  No EMAD was detected or present.  It was pure Daddy stuff.  He firstly apologized like most Daddies did before administering harm to their children in disciplinary form.  Then he caressed his daughter’s ass, bringing her short dress up as he did so.
	Nice tight panties, white; well worn, too.  Kami was kind of tall, very skinny, flaming red hair that was braided.  The girl already began to whimper, screw up her face, and clench the rock lip until her knuckles were white.
	Then the belt lashed her ass that nearly sent her out of her skin.
	Another lashing came just as hard if not harder causing Kami to contort oddly; she stamped her feet, pursed her lips and tried to hold back her emotions.  Another swat ended that and she blurted out “GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT!”
	God-fucking-damnit.  Not nice words from an eleven year old.
	Bad grade from school.  Lying about it.  Cigarettes.  Smarting off.  And out and out cussing.  That got you a spanking with your panties down.
	Ralph jerked Kami’s panties down, ripping them a little as he did so.  Kami’s ass was not so lily white, nor was the rest of her.  Her panties were yanked down to her knees and the lashing continued until the skin was a very bright red.  Kami was in fits with the extreme discomfort to her ass.  Her Daddy finished ripping her panties off, then using the belt smacked the inside of her legs making her stand open wider.  Then he unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock.
	Kami was barely aware of anything naughty going on behind her.  She whimpered greatly, cried muchly, and sobbed uncontrollably.  Daddy Ralph had a nominal erection and he gouged it up and down his daughter’s ass crack.  Pulling her at the waist he had her come back some and bend over more.  Then, with her legs out as far as possible he schlepped his salami up to her poop chute and began forcing his way in.
	He had been there before.
	Kami was still only barely aware as the pain to her ass flesh overwhelmed all else.  She clung to some wood pieces and cried.  Her Daddy went slowly into her hole not stopping until he was ALL the way in.  Then he pulled partially out before the pumping began.
	Then he was pumping harder—faster.  His daddy-balls slapped hard until they became cinched up tight and like neighbor Phil, his face began to make odd contortions as the pivotal moment came—and came.

	A few dutiful pumps of determination mixed with discipline and he was done.  He strained hard to empty all his Daddy-love into his daughter’s cornhole.  Pulling out he squirted a bit more.  His Daddy-dong still remained amazingly stiff and hard.  He slapped it against his daughter’s ass, rubbed the sensitive head up and down her cum soaked ass crack, poked her hole some more, then ran it up and down the crack that was her cunt.
	He was exhausted, though, sweat dripping off of him like a river.

*
rednecks at play
	Up from Balton’s place there was an old house, it actually had been at one time a roadside eatery, then a warehouse extra for the nearby military base.  Now it was a house—with a really big basement.  Surrounded by natural rock fencing the home was shielded for privacy—only open from one side from the passing one lane dirt road.
	A couple of so-so trees, no grass, lots of dirty sand and tumbleweeds.
	Motorcycles adorned the “yard”, lots of motorcycles.  A tow truck was there, too.  Three-wheelers and motorcycles with an odd assortment of engines, contraptions, and built-ons like old fashioned stage coaches and the like.  There were no kids here—just some bandy legged rednecks.
	The living area of the house was empty—it reeked of motor oil, gasoline, and “dirt.”  Nude pictures of bitches adorned the walls.  Dirty magazines were just about everywhere—along with motorcycle parts, cleaning material, and beer bottles.
	There was a second floor to the house, no one was up there, either.
	Action, though, was in the extra large basement.
	The first part of the basement housed the waterheater and boiler; a game room with pool table, poker table, wet bar, video arcade machines, and a bathroom were present.  Then, a secret door.
	The secret door was tricky to operate—but not if you happen to be an Entity!  Dom found, though, that his ability to easily pass-thru-walls was not as easy as it once used to be.  Hmmm  And, too, there were times where he “felt” objects; his sense of smell and taste were sometimes becoming more acute.  Did it mean that he was at last becoming finally more human?
	He did know—he just didn’t know and it was infuriating.  It would be far easier to deal with knowing one way or the other.  He would be satisfied, really, to know whether or not he could ever return to human form—or not.  Then he would deal with “whatever.”  If Entity—fine, then he would remain a disgruntled entity for however long that would be.  If human, fine—then he hoped never-ever to mess with an EMAD again in his life.

	Entity.  For life?  Or was being an Entity a ticket to Immortality?
	What a concept.
	And boring.
	Sure he was having a time of it now; but for life?  He was—in his teens.  To be immortal for eternity sounded good—on paper.  But to actually LIVE without dying, without aging—he wasn’t so sure about that.  He feared dying, wasn’t sure about death, though.  Dying in his sleep would be optimum.  But he could die (in human form) from an accident; a nut case with a gun going on a rampage for no good reason; some lame ass disease; a nuclear bomb could ruin his day, too.  There were many ways to DIE; Death was the finality.
	He didn’t want to get into the whole religious thing; he was a quasi Christian he guessed.  He believed but wasn’t sure about it actually.  And in that, he feared it.
	Anyways, beyond the basement game room to the “other” room.
	Inside was all kinds of mustiness.  All kinds.  It was dark, dank, and smelled mostly of oil soaked dirt.  It wasn’t too warm, either.  There was a lot of furniture, great crates and barrels, too.  Left overs from when the military had occupied the place fifty years prior.
	Further in there was a small group of degenerate rednecks.  They were drunk, on drugs, and vile.  Tall fellas, tattoos adorning their bodies; scraggly hair and beards, with some deathly skinny while one was humungously huge.  In a hardwood armless chair sat a black man.  He was well secured to the chair and had been beaten near senseless.
	“Where’s the stuff?” asked a leering, sneering six foot tall redneck.
	“I told you, I don’t know anything about it.” replied the well beaten black man.
	“You were there!” yelled the same redneck and he face punched the man sending him nearly out of the chair he was tied to.  The black man had already been well beaten; his face was puffy, cut, with one eye already closed shut.
	“We aint gettin’ no where.” seethed another biker redneck.
	“Maybe he don’t know nothing.” suggested another.
	“Bullshit!” yelled the first redneck, “he’s holdin’ out.”
	“A few grand and one of those electronic things would make me hold out.” said another redneck who sat leaning against a crate.  “But,” he continued, “there’s limit.” He paused as he stared at the hapless man.
	Just then a knock came to the hidden-secret door.  A yellow light blinked above the door in a recess hole.
	“Mickey!” exclaimed one of the biker-rednecks.  He gleefully opened the door and “Mickey” came in with three more biker-rednecks, shuffling in with them a black teenage girl.
	“Now we got ourselves a party!” said in a low matter-of-fact voice the more calmer redneck.  He remained with folded arms and was apparently the leader.  He nodded with approval, then nodded for his lackeys to “bring her over.”
	The bikers brought the terrified girl over, she was bound hand and foot with a blindfold and gag, too.  She was sixteen, black, and pretty.  Nice hair, good sized titties, slender build wearing a frilly pinkish dress top with tight designer jeans with embroidery all over.
	The leader rednecker, Fagen, narrowed his eyes, kept his arms folded and leaned forward to the very frightened freshly kidnapped girl and asked, “What’s your name, bitch?”
	Dawg pulled the gag out of her mouth; she firstly gasped for air and struggled to “get a grip” of what the hell was happening to her.  She managed to mutter “Alice.”
	“Say it again.”
	“A-Alice.” She murmured on a weak meager voice.
	Panhead standing on the other side of her holding her arms tighter than they already were grabbed her jaw and squeezed it tight, “Say yer fukin’ name out loud, nigga!”
	“Alice.” she repeated, a little louder.
	Fagen unfolded his arms and took charge of Alice, whirling her around and pulling off her blindfold.  She faced her nearly broken Dad—but it took half a moment before she could recognize him.
	“Oh my God!” she blurted out—loudly.
	“Alice?” spurted the black man in the chair.  “Oh my God, you sons-a-bitches you got my daughter!”
	Panhead pushed the girl up closer to her Dad, “Maybe now yer fuckin’ memory has gotten better, huh?”
	“You son-of-a-bitch!” screamed the black man, “you let her go, you let my daughter go right this fucking second!”
	Fagen “tsk’d tsk’d tsk’d’” and looked sadly to his lackeys.
	Eagon power punched the man dead in the face breaking his nose completely.
	“You gotta learn, nigga, you aint in charge ‘ere.” said Eagon.
	“You aint the chief of nothing here, boy,” said Mickey, “this aint downtown.”

	“Please,” the man changed his tone and tune, “let her go, she didn’t do nothing, she doesn’t know anything.”
	Fagen leaned in, narrowing his eyes and getting up to the man’s fucked up face, “All you gotta do, Chief, is tell us where the loot is and that electronic thing.”
	“I told you, someone else got it.”
	“Wrong answer.” Fagen leaned back and thought a moment while Dad and daughter sobbed.  Then Fagen smiled, he had a new tune to play, too.  Turning his attention to Alice, he firstly looked her over.
	“Don’t you fuckin’ touch me!” she screamed.
	“Don’t you fuckin’ touch her!” said her Daddy.
	Fagen paid no heed to either the girl or the Chief of Police, he cupped Alice’s breasts and squeezed.  His lackeys whooped it up and began fondling themselves—the anticipation was a mother!
	“Do it, Faggy, do her!”
	Fagen whirled instantly onto the catcaller suggester, Eagon.
	“I told you never to call me that!” there was death in Fagen’s eyes and a wildness that suggested someone was gonna die.  Eagon couldn’t speak—mostly ‘cause there was a dangerous throat slitting blade instantly at his throat.  The tip had indeed cut thru the layers of grimey skin of redneck biker Eagon.  The 30-something year old biker was in fear for his life—he had seen his Boss pierce many a throat and his was next on the list.
	But Fagen didn’t pierce his lackey’s throat.  Not this time.  They locked eyes for a long time with Fagen whispering, “you’re on my shit list.” To wit Eagon nodded quickly and repeatedly that he understood.  It wasn’t good to be on the Boss’ Shit List—no, not good at all.  But it was better than being dead.  Almost.
	Attention was returned to Alice.
	Fagen towered above the girl, he was the tallest of all the other redneck bikers, longer hair that was kinda of styled in curls and braids.  He was menacing and had a few tattoos of mostly spiders and naked bitches.  He wore a tattered leather and denim vest with a large emblem on the back depicting a large tarantula with a dagger thru its abdomen.
	Dawg held the girl’s arms behind her while his Boss ripped her dress top off.  Alice screamed and the words spewing out of her Daddy’s mouth were unintelligible.  Mostly it was cursings and demands.  Eagon and Mickey were about to pummel the man some more when Fagen shook his head, “No, I want him conscious.”
	Dawg smiled a toothless smile, he didn’t speak much and was of the larger variety redneck biker.  Her held the girl firmly and Fagen continued.

	The girl’s breasts were the object of Fagen’s attention nextly.  He lusted, licked his lips, and slowly squeezed each one as if sizing them up.  He smiled a Devil’s smile and undone the clasp located in front to fully free the lovelies. 
	“You son-of-a-bitch,” quipped the girl’s Daddy from behind, “I’ll fuckin’ kill your white fuckin’ ass!”
	Fagen (pronounced FA as in Fate and GEN as in Gun) paid the man’s outburst no attention—Eagen, however, punched the man in the stomach saying, “You bes’ shut it up, nigga boy, you’s messin’ with the Tarantulas!  And we’s HATE niggas!”
	Fagen cocked his head, fondled the girl’s breasts to his delight then gripped the girl’s nipples and twisted-pinching with great enthusiasm.  Alice was not so enthused and screamed out in distress.
	“Leave her alone!” cried out the Chief of Police, “For the love of God!”
	Fagen whirled on the man and slapped his face so hard that for a few moments he did lose consciousness.  Fagen did not one thing the whole time the man lolled in an unconscious state.  When the Chief did come back to consciousness, Fagen leaned in and seethed—“Never speak that word again.”
	The Chief had struck a nerve.  There was eerie silence in the musty room until the Boss of the Tarantulas the Desert Scourge returned his attention to Alice.  He wasted no time; then, though the teen’s pants were “tight” to her body, Fagen powerfully ripped them down.  It was a bit painful to the girl as the jeans were tight and strong and didn’t go down her legs easily.  But they did go down to a rumbled heap at her ankles.
	“Oh my God, you sick bastard!”
	The eerie silence was back as Fagen clenched his fist and stared straight thru his long time friend, Dawg.  Then he turned and speaking to no one in particular—“If he mentions that word again, cut out his tongue.”
	Eagon leaned in to the man, he smiled and whispered in horrid breath that would make a buzzard on a shit wagon faint—“I’ll do it, just say the word, motherfucker, say “God” one more time, please!”
	The Chief of Police trembled with rage and fear.  He knew he was in deep shit and if he did utter the word “God”—one of the fucked up redneck bikers would surely rip his tongue out.
	Meanwhile, the Chief’s panties were yanked down and she was “presented” to her Daddy.
	“Been awhile since you’ve seen her this way, huh, Daddy?”
	The Chief was enraged—but minded his tongue (so to speak.)

	Fagen was thinking—deep in thought.  His lackeys milled about—waiting.  The Chief faded in and out of consciousness; his daughter stood with her arms pinned back behind her painfully frightened out of her wits.  Then Fagen, self imposed leader of the Desert Scourge—this after icing the former leader of the Scourge, pressed himself up to the side of Alice and began feeling of her young delicious body all over—with specific attention to her breasts and cunny.
	Her Daddy was livid and seethed with eyes bulging (when he was conscious.)  Fagen roughly jammed his fingers into the girl’s pussy, withdrew them and examined them.
	“Fuckin’ ‘ho aint a virgin, eh, Boss?” piped Cos from the other side of the girl.
	“Looks like.” then, “Who got you?”
	Alice was so terrified she couldn’t rightly concentrate or understand what the Scourge leader said.  So Fagen jammed his fingers back into her cunt, squeezed hard, and asked again—“Who’s fucked you?”
	This time Alice murmured a name, a boy’s name.
	“Boyfriend?” could be someone other…
	Alice nodded.  The questioning continued.
	“When’s the last time he fucked you?”
	Alice seriously couldn’t think straight, Fagen went thru the days,
	“Yesterday?”
	No.
	“Thursday?  Wednesday?  Tuesday?  Monday?  Sunday?”
	“Sunday.”  Sunday night after evening church services.  Actually, correction—DURING evening church services in the parking lot in boyfriend’s car.
	“Take it in the ass?” Fagen continued.
	Alice nodded but it was a struggle to.
	She also sucked.
	The lackeys, Dawg, Eagon, Mickey, Panhead, Cosgrow, Ozy, and Runt began making whoops and hollers.  
	“Playtime, boys.” chortled seriously Fagen.  Panhead fondled himself greatly taking his cock out and stroking it hard.
	Alice lost all color, she sank and knew her fate.
	Chief of Police Earl Winslow went berserk.  Then he was horrified beyond comprehension or English words could describe when a big biker behind his daughter forced her to her knees.  Then, the one who was apparently the leader, unfurled his cock and slapped Alice’s face with it.

	Then, grabbing her luxurious hair he forced her mouth down onto his cock and began roughly working her head back and forth holding her hair to do the job.  Eagon and Mickey unleashed their own cocks.  For the moment, Fagen was no longer interested in the knowing of where the “loot” was or the “electronic” gadget, either.
	Fagen wasn’t gentle and squeezed up the girl’s hair nearly pulling it out; he shoved his fuck stick fully into the girl’s mouth making her retch and gag to the point of nearly puking.  Fagen pulled out and once more slapped her face with his very enriched 7-incher.
	Chief Winslow was beside himself with pent up rage.
	Cos got his weenie serviced next, followed by Runt, Ozy, and Panhead.  When Eagon tried—he got a look from his Boss.  ‘no blowjob for you.’ Eagon offered a meager smile, shrugged and stepped back.
	Fagen then leaned into the very pissed off cop, “Well, Chief?”
	“Go-to-fucking-hell!  And take your stinking dirtbag faggots with you!”
	Fagen smiled; he took a holt of the Chief’s chubby cheek and squeezed.  And squeezed—and then squeezed some more.  The Chief was kind of a pudgy fella but not overly so.
	Fagen look to Dawg and gave him a nod.  Dawg smiled and turned the naked black girl around—and bent her over.  Her creamy black ass was presented then to her daddy.  Her legs were forced open to fully expose her sex to him and a “snap” was heard—he had broken his bound left wrist.
	Fagen then, with cock still hard and raging, began slapping/spanking Alice’s ass—hard.  Very hard that the girl felt some discomfort.  The spanking of her ass by a cock was nothing in comparison to what was in store for her.
	The Chief, still enraged, seethed and vowed that he would personally KILL each of the redneck bikers, starting with the leader, Fagen.  In the meantime—
	Dawg locked Alice’s head between his beefy legs, pulled her arms up inside themselves and held her wrists while his Boss shoved his fuckstick into the girl’s pooper.
	Alice screamed a bloodcurdling scream that was cut off as she instantly was overcome with severe discomfort as the biker leader’s massive boner invaded her not-so-often-fucked asshole.  And like with her mouth, he wasn’t gentle about it, either.
	The pain eased as the pumping began—but still…

	The Boss humped, gripped the girl’s hips and drove like a steam locomotive’s pistons.  Every inch of his seven incher shoved DEEPLY into the girl’s tortured rectum, finally pulling out to smack her ass.  A strand of cum there was from the man’s cock to the girl’s asshole.  He sidestepped out of the way so as her dear Daddy could see.  He smiled and then nodded to his lackys.
	“Take her.” 
	Panhead was first, then Cos, Runt, Ozy, and Mickey.  Once more hard-up Eagon was to go without nookie.  
	Once more, Fagen looked to the girl’s Daddy.
	“I DON’T FUCKING KNOW!” he screamed thru his spitting spittle.	
	“Geeze, Boss,” said Eagon, “maybe ‘e’s tellin’ the truth?”
	Fagen looked sidewise to his lacky.  “What?” and it was one of those posing questions of “you think?”; along with “you questioning me?” among other sentiments of the obvious.
	Eagon backed up a bit, lowered his eyes as a submissive wolf would do to the Alpha Male.  Fagen cracked his knuckles, seethed thru his nose and stared at the Chief; then said, “Maybe he don’t.”
	The Chief felt relieved.  
	There was some silence for a moment; then,
	“Might as well not waste it.”  He then leaned back to the Chief,
	“You really don’t know where the loot is, huh?”
	The Chief shook his head, “I don’t.”
	“That’s too bad.” Fagen said softly and sternly.  His attention returned to the Chief’s daughter.  Alice had been well buggered by now; Panhead holding while she sucked on Runt’s cock—while behind her Dawg and his 8 ½ incher took her from behind.
	Fagen looked to Eagon and Ozy; “Get his pants off.”
	The two lackys smiled and not so kindly ripped the black man’s clothes off.  The man was too confused, too pissed off, too fucked up to understand what was happening.
	“His drawers, too, Boss?” asked Eagon.
	“Especially his drawers.” Replied Fagen.
	Once the Chief’s “drawers” had been ripped off, Fagen eyed the man’s mamba—it was a thick 7-incher, normal mode size—not sexually active.  Not yet.
	Fagen directed his lackeys to bring the girl over to her Dad.
	“Suck him.” Fagen said.

	The girl retched and couldn’t conceive the command so horrid given to her.  She shook her head and Fagen smacked her ass hard, then again before clenching her ass and squeezing—nay, pinching her ass.  
	Dawg stepped up beside her, Fagen whispered—“Either sucked Daddy, or suck his!”
	Dawg’s “dog” was kinda gross—fecal mattered coated along with some blood and cum.  It wasn’t something you wanted to suck.  The girl retched and almost hurled.  Then, opened her mouth—after closing her eyes.
	Chief Winslow closed his eyes, too, real tight.
	Daughter Alice began slowly to work her Daddy’s cock.  Eagon patted her ass, fingered her well fucked asshole that was still left with a gaping hole from Dawg’s fuck pole.
	Panhead plucked up a pipe wrench from a worktable and shoved the handle in into the girl’s asshole.  “Suck it, bitch, suck Daddy good!”
	Alice had trouble giving her Daddy head, for one thing—it was Daddy’s dong; two, it wouldn’t get hard; three, it was Daddy’s dong.  She cried, sobbed, and retched as she sucked on the dong; her Daddy tried hard to block the image and the fact that his precious daughter was blowing him.
	Redneck biker Desert Scourge Mickey reached “around” the girl and began fingering her pussy.  “Cant wait to get into that, Boss.” he said chortling.  
	“Soon enough.” Fagen said back in a low voice.
	Alice continued her efforts and after a couple of sucking minutes, Chief Winslow’s cock was stiff.  The Chief shook his head crying “No, No, NO!” Alice popped her head up, slurping, gulping for air—totally disgusted at her deed.
	“You sick fucking bastard!” screamed the girl.
	“It aint over yet, missy!” chided the redneck biker leader.
	Alice was yanked up by Dawg and positioned onto her Daddy’s lap by Eagon and Panhead.  She was raised up just so, then settled down onto her Daddy’s cock.  The man’s fresh sucked penis went slowly sliding up into her cunt.  “NOOOOOOOOO!” she screamed.
	“NOOOOOOOOO!” screamed her Daddy.
	But, he went in and the two bikers on each side of her helped move her up and down.  A swift smack to her backside by the pipe wrench motivated her to do the humping on her own.  She clenched her legs to her Daddy’s legs and thusly clenched tightly her teenage twat, too.  Then, slowly, up and down she went, grinding her titties against her Daddy’s heaving blood and sweat smeared dress shirt.
	The Chief looked to Fagen, “I’m gonna kill you you white freak!”
	Fagen wasn’t fazed and masturbated.  He watched with glowing admiration, and strength in his manly pud, as the teenage girl fucked her Daddy.  All the redneck bikers were stripping down, stroking their schlongs, prepping for the final scene.

The final scene	
	It was some minutes before Daddy Winslow, Chief of Police began to flex and pump up into his daughter’s cunt.  He resisted as much as he could for as long as he could; but then the nerve endings in his dick were sensationalized and natural instinct took over.  All there was was to fuck and get it over with.
	So he did.
	Daughter Alice endured but also showed a measurable amount of enjoyment, too.  She grinded her breasts against her Daddy’s soiled shirt and humped his cock into an incredible euphoric state of being.
	He came in three minutes time.
	A river of cum coated his cock as he slowed his pace; his cock still slamming hard up into her cunt pumping to get every ounce of joy out of the forced incestuous deed.  Alice, herself, clenched and released her own juices of sexual relief.
	There was no rest for her; she was pulled off and laid out on a short work table.  Ozy took her first, mounting her and driving his more than adequate cock into her fresh fucked crevice.  The girl screamed and thrashed about—her Daddy was no longer capable of being “pissed” but broken and he sobbed.
	Four minutes did the lanky Ozy take in fucking Alice.  He lay on the girl, sucking her titties after he had cum, still pumping for another minute before an anxious Runt bitched and threatened to pour battery acid on his ass.
	And speaking of “battery acid.”
	Fagen once more leaned in to whisper a question to Earl,
	“You absolutely sure for certain—you have no idea where Skinny Tony’s money went?”
	Earl nodded, “I woulda fuckin’ told you, you piece of shit.” he said being very broken.
	Fagen nodded, “Ok, then—I believe you.”
	Runt had finished his task in record time; Mickey took his turn.  Mickey pulled the girl’s legs up first—having Dawg hold them with her knees to her shoulders.  Then, taking the pipe wrench again he shoved the handle into the girl’s asshole—again.  Then he mounted her and fucked.

	Panhead removed the wrench when it was his turn and took five minutes before a gusher of cum flowed out of the hapless girl’s cunt.  Cos took his turn, but rolled the girl on her side, smacking her ass and winking to Eagon.  Eagon looked to his Boss.  Fagen nodded slightly and Eagon almost desperately jumped onto the table.  He schlepped his salmi into the girl’s worn hole and she was sandwiched fucked into oblivion.
	Dawg took his turn lastly.
	The Chief stared in broken awe as he watched his daughter gangbanged; the redneck biker “Dawg” was a huge son-of-a-bitch and had a huge fat cock he was well reaming into Alice’s pussy.  It was a short piece of meat—but it was thick.
	Just as Dawg was finishing up—a knock again came to the door with a light indicating friend.
	Junkyard and Crank came in and sized up the situation within the secret.  “Sum’bitch,” said Junkyard, “looky what we been missin’?”
	“We was busy.” said Crank.
	“Find out anything?” Fagen asked stroking his cock.
	“Yeah,” said Crank, “store ‘cross the street caught the whole thang.”
	“And?”
	“Dipshit tossed the package out in the alley--”
	“And some Army boy picked it up!” chimed in Junkyard.
	“No shit?”
	“No shit, Boss.”
	“No shit.” Fagen said nodding his head deep in thought.
	“He was in uniform, got Clara workin’ on blowin’ the image up so as we can see the name tag.”
	“Good,” Fagen said nodding head, thinking ahead.  Then he smiled,
	“Help yourselves.”
	“What about him, Boss?” asked Runt.
	Fagen soured his look, breathed thru his nose and thought.  Then, stroking his cock he smiled and nodded to his gathered lackys.
	“Make sure his bitch gets to see.” Fagen added—as his Scourge pulled the Chief up from his chair and fashioned him over an “A”-frame.  His arms with one broken wrist was pulled tightly outward and tied by nylon rope to anchor bolts in the cement floor.  His legs were spread out wide and fashioned to the floor in the same manner.

	Lucy was put in the chair her Daddy had just been in, tied well and positioned right behind her naked Daddy.  Then, she watched as firstly he was “spanked” with a rope, then a length of motorcycle chain.  His ass and back of the legs were the prime target, but had backside and bottom of feet received punishment, too.
	Then, to Lucy’s disbelief, her Daddy was raped—sodomized.
	Fagen the leader/boss went first.  It was a mind blowing experience—for the both of them—especially Earl.  Fagen took his time slamming his cock in to the hilt and humping hard the virgin hole.  He deposited a mess of biker love into the man’s hole in five minutes time.  (looks like Fagen was “faggy” after all, huh!?)  Lucy was more than disgusted—she was sick and retched to the point of she actually puked.
	Eagon took his turn sodomizing the black police chief while Runt and Dawg forced Lucy down to lick up her own vomit.  When she didn’t, Mickey took her from behind sodomizing her roughly.  She only puked more and began to choke on her vomit.
	“Take her black ass to the cage.  She’s a keeper.” Fagen told his Scourge.
	“What about him, Boss?” asked Ozy.
	“Fuck him (literally) then dump his black ass at the Rock, let the fuckin’ desert have his ass.” the Scourge laughed and continued their assault on the Chief’s asshole; then busted the man’s head open a pipe wrench.  He was hauled out of the secret basement and then carried in secret out some miles into the unfriendly desert to a huge jutting rock precipice.  There the delirious and nearly dead man was staked out like the Indians liked to do to bothersome Missionaries and settlers.
	His fate was sealed and was dead by the time the buzzards came—thanks in lieu of the scorpion who came along and stung him.  His teenage daughter was in another secret room in the Scourge’s basement.  A cage similar to a jail cell (as it had once been so when in the military form.)  She would be a sex toy until she no longer pleased the Scourge.
	
*

Sacrilege!
	On the other side of the Starlight, or just before coming to the Starlight Park there were some homes; once prized homes of the military back in the “heyday” of long ago.  1940 type homes, small, medium, with not much in the way of landscaping—unless you like open desert-scape.  Not a lot of trees, grass, or water.  But it was cheap-ass living and all five of the homes in the area were occupied despite the remoteness.
	No car in the gravely drive-way, the front yard was open with one bicycle; a beach ball, and a tire swing from a questionable tree to support it.  A crappy garage there was, a few shrubs and bushes, and just plain desert-scape.  The house needed a serious coat of paint—but the wind storms from the desert and the wind storms from the sea would rip the fresh new paint off in no time.
	Inside the house was ok; modern furniture, paintings of a religious nature on the walls, good carpeting, and paneling.  The kitchen had some piled dishes but not badly.  It was clean in the home; the kitchen needed a little more TLC but it wasn’t a disaster.  The backdoor led out to a better backyard than the front; a barbequer was there, picnic table with bench seating; a bit of an attempt at grass; some flower pots not containing anything related to cactus; and a swing set.
	Down the hall inside the house there was action taking place in the bathroom; teenage Leighanne was naked and naked in the presence of her little brother, Andy.  Andy was also naked.  Andy had wood.  Leighanne had a razor and a cream coated muffin.
	Leighanne stood with one foot firmly planted on the crappy oh-so crappy bathroom linoleum floor	; the other foot hooked on the sink pedestal basin.  Her ten year old brother took the safety razor offering and proceeded to “shave” his sister’s cunt.
	He did a fair job—giggled most the time and had a raging hard-on all the time.  Once the pubes of his sister’s teenage twat were gone, he stood back to admire and grin with bursting giggles.  His sister took the razor and dropped it into the waste basket, then she wiped clean her freshly shaven cunny with a wet washcloth.
	Then on the floor to do the nasty.
	Andy was eager—very eager and there was no foreplay—none.  As soon as Leighanne was on the floor with her legs open inviting him, young ten year old Andy was on her grinding his puddling against her hairless cunt.  Leighanne caressed her brother’s butt, squeezing it, spanking it, digging her fingers into his crack.
	The young boy grinded his pud against his sister’s cunt for a moment or two, then raised up (as he knew how) and she guided him into her sex herself.  The fucking commenced instantaneously from there.  He was one of those “quick-rabbit” fuckers and humped furiously to get his nut.  Leighanne’s teenage breasts jiggled and captivated the boy just as much as her pussy did.

	 They were happily humping away with each of them far away from orgasm when a car pulled into the drive.  The crunch of the gravel gave the alarm and the kids quickly hustled to their separate rooms grabbing their clothes as they did so.
	Not to worry—it wasn’t the parental units returning from an excursion to the far off City but a friend of Leighanne’s.  Claudia Warner stepped out of her late model sedan; her first car.  It was powder blue, 4-door, non-descript, nothing special.  But it was wheels and that was all that mattered.  
 	Leighanne met her at the door not well dressed.  The girls hugged and Andy lingered shirtless in the hall watching.  There was gossip to be shared and Leighanne offered her friend a drink.  A “drink-drink”; from her Dad’s mini wet bar came a pair of shot glasses and then a couple of bottles of hooch.  Gin was one of the bottles, seltzer another.  Vermouth was another bottle and Leighanne the bartender.  Young Andy didn’t like the taste of booze so he had the seltzer instead.
 	Leighanne had her pants on, no undies; a pullover Summer top, no bra.  The girls yapped about people they knew, drank their shot of hooch then went to Leighanne’s room.  Andy remained at the bar pouring a little gin into his seltzer…

	With a candle sticking out of her asshole, Leighanne grinded her freshly shaven snatch against her best friend’s furry snatch.  The girls engaged in a scissor fuck with Claudia’s left leg up Leighanne’s fine nude sixteen year old body.  Both girls had nice bodies, very nice.  
	Leighanne eventually laid down on Claudia and the two began to kiss.
	Claudia clasped Leighanne’s right breast and squeezed as she drove her tongue in her friend’s mouth.  Both engaged in serious lip locking and still continued to pound their cunnies to the other.  Hands explored the other with Claudia trying to work the candle in Leighanne’s asshole.
	“Ewewew!” exclaimed Andy standing at Leighanne’s open door.
	Leighanne shot her little pesky brother a bad look; he didn’t care and stayed massaging his hard-on.  Claudia watched him, eyed him.  Leighanne was still a little miffed—she hated being interrupted.
	Claudia snaked her hand down between their bodies and began fingering herself.  Her nipples hardened even more; her breathing increased; and she began to buck into her friend’s body.  She undulated, trembled, and made barely audible sexual moans.
	Leighanne took note of all of this and grinded against he a little bit; Andy was seriously massaging his little wanker.  It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out where this was going…

	In the bathroom, Claudia laid out on the floor amass towels naked.  Leighanne sat on her face fingering the girl’s pussy, rubbing it and massaging it—solely to entice the girl as well as her naked brother equipped with a fresh throw-away razor.  Leighanne applied the shaving cream to Claudia’s cunt and Andy commenced with shaving it.
	When he had finished, Leighanne wiped the pussy clean—there were a couple of knicks but nothing serious.  Andy scooted up and after his sister stroked his cock a bit he guided himself into Claudia’s cunt while he sucked on Leighanne’s titties.
	Amazing!

	1 ½ oz. Dry Gin  ½ oz. orange juice  ½ oz. lemon juice  dash of Grenadine  It’s called Gin and Sin.  Bar tender Leighanne enjoyed her Daddy’s mini bar almost as much as he himself did!  Leighanne the Bartender smiled as slammed down the drink without batting an eye.  Claudia smiled, too, but battered her eyes.
	Another round and Claudia was getting blitzed.  Leighanne was a pro and switched from adding to orange juice to the gin to lemon and lime juice and adding a teaspoon of sugar.  This was called a Gin Fizz, adding bit more gin, too.
	The girls, still naked, were getting silly when the phone rang.
	Leighanne hoped her Daddy wouldn’t be able to tell she was in the hooch.
	“Hell—lo.” she said almost slurring her greeting.
	It was not her Daddy, however, thank goodness, but a friend who was in town.  A boy.  Not a “boy”friend, just a friend—who wanted to BE a boyfriend.
	“Go play.” Leighanne told her little brother.  He was a little disgruntled that he wasn’t getting to go along but he was alright with staying behind just the same.
	“If Daddy should call,” Leighanne said as she and Claudia dressed, “I’m in the shower.”
	Andy shrugged ‘whatever.’
	He remained nude himself and watched his sister and Claudia leave.  As soon as they were gone he was slipping on his pants and a shirt and hightailing it out of the house.
	Where he went Dom would have to find out later.

	Town Community Church
	Town had less than five thousand residents; much less.  There was no “mall” or big chain stores of any kind, there were mini malls and all kinds of modern day Americana.  That suited the quaint town residents just fine.  Along with the mini malls there was one high school, some elementary schools, one of the last remaining drive-ins, and a few churches.  One of the churches was on Quarter St. and 3rd.  
	Town Community Church was where Claudia pulled her powder blue sedan into the lot.  “I gotta pee.” she announced.
	Leighanne told her to hold it a little bit longer.
	Parked in the back lot out of sight from front street view was a ’49 Mercury, custom built but in serious need of a paint job.  All attention had been spent ($$) on the engine and wheels.  The rest would come Summer jobs later.
	Parker Hass and Josh Guiden were at the car; Parker was at 6 foot even while Josh was an inch or so shorter.  Both were HOT!  Parker had the blond hair, Josh the dark wavy hair; Parker’s hair was blond and thick and lots of it.  He had that late ‘70s, early ‘80s look.  
	It was Leighanne’s idea to meet at the church; her Daddy’s church.
	Oh!  The plot thickens!
	Naturally, she had a key.  Into the backdoor they went, Leighanne disarming the alarm quickly before the others came in behind her.  Then they made way to the sanctuary where they sat on the floor and pews and “chatted.”
	Parker produced a baggie containing some funny cigarettes.
	“Light one up!” Leighanne quipped.
	Parker lit one up and passed it to Leighanne. Then one for Claudia and one for Josh and one for himself.  They toked and enjoyed getting high in the church.  Sacrilege!  But wait!  There’s more!
	After toking they headed for the kitchen for munchies.  
	After munching and making a mess they head back to the open church.  The color scheme was blue, the well worn carpeting, the chairs on the platform, and the very worn pews.  There were curtains that were in better condition; religious symbols and other objects were on the walls.  There were windows but they were concealed and heavy thick dark blue curtains covered them, too.
	Parker checked Leighanne; she was nice looking, slight Texas accent; nice rack, clean looking girl who was seriously a Fallen Angel.  She was friendly, smart, sung in the church choir as well as in the school choir—and she was good at it, too.

	Parker couldn’t help but notice the fact that Leighanne was braless.  Leighanne decided to show him, pulling up her Summer no-button blouse to reveal her nice-nice chest twins.  Parker eyed them—his first time (well, eyeing Leighanne’s chest anyways.)
	“Whoa.” he muttered.
	Leighanne smiled and fondled her breasts; she and Parker were on the platform just behind the podium where he Daddy gave his sermons.  Claudia and Josh were down by the pews quietly talking not paying attention.  Leighanne smiled to Parker and it was conveyed to him—‘go ahead, give ‘em a squeeze.’
	So he did.
	Each hand took a teenage breasts and fondled-fondled-fondled.  He tweaked the hardened nipples, too.  He was captivated by the girl’s breasts—as most boys/men were.  It stemmed from that whole baby-suckling thing, boys were just fascinated with titty from birth!
	Off came his blue knit shirt revealing a nice hairless body.  Leighanne stood up on her knees and undone her pants.  Parker fondled himself and got an eye opener seeing his babe without panties AND a hairless cunt!  
	Down below on a pew, things were happening there, too; Josh lay on top of Claudia, grinding.  They were still clothed but that didn’t mean anything.  Claudia’s hands were all over Josh’s body—‘specifically his ass.  Josh grinded-grinded-grinded against the girl, they were locked in a serious lip lock with Josh squeezing her breasts also.
	Parker almost hurriedly got off his pants and underwear.  Leighanne was nude and laying out fingering herself.  Parker was out of his mind—this was insane!  The daughter of a minister—naked!  In the minister’s church!  Oh!  He didn’t let any of those thoughts bog him down, though; he came up to Leighanne and went down on her hairless cunt.  
	Meanwhile, Claudia had undone the buttons to her shirt; she had no bra on, either.  Josh went right to the girl’s titties and sucked to his delight.  Claudia clung to him, humping against him, squeezing his ass tight.  Their passion escalated and soon they were stripping their clothes off—keeping their mouths clamped tightly to the other while they did so.
	Leighanne thrashed about as her naked lover fingered and licked out her pussy—also finger fucking her asshole.  The girl bucked into Parker’s handsome teen face, clamping her thighs tight against his head with growing excitement and eager anticipation.  
	Parker tried to take in the naked bold pussy, to hold it in his mind’s memory for future jerking off purposes when alone.  There was a slight smell to the pussy, it was slick and driving him crazy.  It was time.

	Parker’s hardness grinded against Leighanne; her pussy was hot, steaming, and hungry.  Her fingers dug into the boy’s backside and then moreso when his adequate cunt pleaser cock invaded her pussy.  She clung to him instantly, her young teen body tensing; she let out a moan of satisfaction and dutifully raised her hips up to fully take his offering.
	Josh and Claudia were heavily “engaged”, too; butt naked, with Josh seriously pumping himself into Claudia’s sex.  They were having monkey sex; arms and legs akimbo; mouths still locked as they maintained their sex act(s) on the front pew.
	Steam wafted up from the bodies and their sexual union jumped to a new level of insatiable lust.  Claudia had succumbed to orgasmic pleasures and released her juices—which pooled ‘neath her ass to soil the blue cloth pew seat she got fucked on.  More “soilage” was to come as teen lover she hardly really knew pounded her cunt and reached the level of bliss he sought every day of his life.
	On the platform, Leighanne was on top of Parker.  It was a new position for him—not so for the naughty minister’s daughter.  She straddled him, legs bent, cunt fill, cunt flexing and squeezing cock.  She didn’t so much as “hump” as she did “gyrate” and grind.  It was an incredible feeling for the both of them and Leighanne at length laid down to toy and tweak Parker’s nipples.

	“I gotta pee!” exclaimed Claudia.  She had yet to pee.
	Leighanne giggled and said she had to go, too.  But not having a key to the restrooms or even her Daddy’s private room and his private bathroom, there was only one other place to pee in.
	The boys watched as the girls climbed up above the area where the choir stood on stepped steps running the width of the platform and climbed into the water tank that was the baptismal.  Claudia immersed herself and relaxed making it easier for her to relieve herself.
	Leighanne perched herself precariously on the edge, squatted and squirted fresh hot piss into the water.  The boys were beside themselves with laughing.  Leighanne eyed the Baptismal Board—noting the Chesse family and some others who were next to be baptized at the next regular service.  She hoped the water wouldn’t get changed until then, until after.  She didn’t like the Chesse family or the others listed on the board.  She wanted to be right there when they were “dunked.”  Serve them right for dissen her and her Texas family.

	After their pee the girls made way down the backside of the church to the change room.  Here there was a bathroom.  The girls wiped themselves down before going up the short stairs to the door that led out to the sanctuary.
	Parker and Josh masturbated and talked about the girls all the while.
	‘you ever have sex with another guy?’
	Parker blinked his eyes throwing his head back.
	“Huh?”
	“Huh, what?” asked Josh.
	“What did you say?”
	Josh gave his somewhat stoned friend a look of bewilderment.
	“I-I didn’t say anything?  What’d you hear?”
	‘you want to suck his cock.’
	Silence.  The windmills of his mind went from churning slowly to spinning wildly.  
	‘have you ever thought of sucking a guy’s cock.’
	“No.”
	“No, what?”
	“Huh?”
	‘stop that.’
	The boys stood still, slowly fondling their fresh fucked members.
	‘ok, now then—have you ever wanted to suck another dude’s dick?’
	Parker—No.
	Josh—kinda.  Sorta.  Maybe.  Curiously just to know what it was like.
	‘would you like to have you cock sucked by another guy?’
	Parker—maybe, I guess, sure—why not?
	Josh—sure!
	‘would you like to fuck another guy in the ass?’
	Parker—not sure, maybe.
	Josh—sure, why not!?
	Why not?
	So, while Leighanne and Claudia engaged in sexual romp in the change room; Parker and Josh—for Dom the Entity’s amusement, also engaged.  They engaged thusly; 
	The boys came to one another, facing.  Then they embraced firstly in a more than friendly “hug.”  Guys don’t hug other guys.  Not a man thing.  A gay thing, yes, a Catholic priestly thing to a young Catholic boy, yes.  But definitely not a man thing.

	During the embrace—they engaged in deep penetrating kissing.  Dom came up right up close to the two.  Both were actually curious about cocksucking; being sucked and sucking; curious about what being fucked up the ass was about; curious about doing the fucking to an ass (of a guy); and all manners known and unknown about having immoral illicit sexual rompings with a dude not a dudette.
	‘you like kissing your friend.’
	‘you love to be naked with him.
	‘you want to be naked against him as often as possible.’
	‘you want to suck his cock.’  (as often as possible)  And with that implanted notion, Parker slid down Josh’s body and began masturbating his cock; then he flopped the wanger against his face before opening his mouth and sucking it.  Josh reeled and greatly enjoyed being sucked—no notion implant was needed there.
	It didn’t take long for Josh to achieve the lofty goal and blast a hot load of teen spunk into his friend’s mouth.  The release was incredible.  His eyes fluttered, his whole body fluttered as jet after jet of fresh hot goo splurted forth.
	Parker pulled the cum squirter out of his mouth and masturbated it, jerking it harder getting every last ounce of jiz possible.  Then he rubbed the member all over his face, sucked on the head again; then stood up with his own cum squirter ready to blast.
	Josh did the deed, sucking (and liking it); but he sucked on the friend’s testicles, masturbated the friendly cock, then; turned around.  With hands on a pew seat he stood he stance wide—presenting.
	As per instruction—Parker flopped/spanked his cock all over Josh’s ass, gouging the crack and then the hole before going down to his knees.  Once on his knees he clamped his hands to Josh’s ass and proceeded to lick.  The crack was most specific, but then there was much attention to Josh’s virgin asshole.
	But imminent ejaculation was pressing.
	Parker stood and with a little application of spittle began making devoted penetration into his friend’s dirt chute.  It was tough going, Parker’s cock engorged itself even more and Josh’s hole was severely tight.  But dire determination being what it was—
	It felt like passing a huge turd—but in reverse.  Josh wriggled, wiggled, gyrated, and struggled to breathe as his best friend’s cock went thrusting hard into his anus.
	Parker pulled out and humped Josh’s ass, fucked his cracked, humped his crack, then went back in ALL the way in, and fucked his best friend’s asshole.
	Meanwhile, in the changing room for baptismals and illicit sex acts with one’s best friend;
	Leighanne lay on top of Claudia licking out her hairless pussy.
	Claudia lay underneath jamming into Lieghanne’s asshole a religious device.  The wooden end of a crucifix that was on an alter table with some bowls and other religious type artifacts and so on.  It was small diameter, the crucifix, and with only a little effort went most the way into Leighanne’s hole.
	That was followed by a candle—also a part of a religious artifact set that was highly “religious.”  Meanwhile, as Claudia sodomized Leighanne with various religious objects she nuzzled her friend’s cunt, nipped the lips, and drove her tongue into the girl’s cunt recess.
	Leighanne was intrigued by the anal and cunnal action; she pounded Claudia’s face, clenching her legs to the naughty accomplice and creamed a sweet release of pussy juice.

*

kids are the darndest things
	from the mouth of babes; children of Seaside Elementary were asked to describe the Sea nearby and various aspect of it.  Here was excerpts of what they wrote:
	From Kelly age 6: This is a picture of an octopus. It has eight testicles. 
 	From James also age 6:  Oysters' balls are called pearls. 
 	Seven year old Wayne wrote:   If you are surrounded by sea you are an Island.  If you don't have sea all round you, you are incontinent. 
 	Six year old Kylie wrote:  Sharks are ugly and mean, and have big teeth, just like Emily Richardson.  She's not my friend no more. 
 	Billy in the 2nd grade wrote:   A dolphin breaths through an ass hole on the top of its head. 
 	Kindergartner Millie wrote:  My uncle goes out in his boat with pots, and comes back with crabs. 
 	Seven year old William said:  When ships had sails, they used to use the trade winds to cross the ocean.  Sometimes, when the wind didn't blow, the sailors would whistle to make the wind come.  My brother said they would have been better off eating beans. 

 	Six year old Helen:  I like mermaids. They are beautiful, and I like their shiny tails.  (And how on earth do mermaids get pregnant? Like, really?) 
 	1rst grader Amy said:  I'm not going to write about the sea.  My baby brother is always screaming and being sick, my Dad keeps shouting at my Mom, and my big sister has just got pregnant, so I can't think what to write. 
 	Some fish are dangerous.  Jellyfish can sting.   (Christopher, age 7.)
Electric eels can give you a shock. They have to live in caves under the sea where I think they have to plug themselves into chargers. 
When you go swimming in the sea, it is very cold, and it makes my willy small. 
 	Kindergartner Kevin wrote:  Divers have to be safe when they go under the water.  Two diver's can't go down alone, so they have to go down on each other. 
 	Little Becky says:  On holidays my Mom went water skiing.  She fell off when she was going very fast.  She says she won't do it again because water fired right up her fat ass! 

*

The spree
	Targets of Opportunity
	One had the ability; the other had the means (to make money at the expense of the ability.)  Equipped with an EMAD and a video camera, Jessie and Joey from the fleaspeck desert-seaside trailer park cruised the nearby town.  Normally they would have scurried to the nearby City but it was fifty miles away and they didn’t want to travel.
	Besides, there were “targets of opportunity” in Town.
	And there were many “targets”, too.  And risks.  Security measures were a necessity.  
	“Ooooh,” breathed Jessie getting an instant boner, “look at that one.”
	A cheerleader girl in her cheerleader outfit.
	“Hot fucking son-of-a-bitch!” Joey exclaimed.
	The girl was hot, mid teen age, green and white cheerleader outfit, bouncy dark hair, perfect size all over with a fantastic ass.  fantastic!  The two Seekers of Opportunity made a normal drive by, Jessie the passenger checking the girl out as she walked in the company of two other girls and three boys.  In the day and age of the rampant EMAD hardly anyone walked alone anywhere at anytime.

	The girl’s accompaniment weren’t bad, either, but the Target was the only one in a cheerleader outfit.  And,
	“Can that thing do them all?” Jessie queried.
	“Don’t know.” Joey returned.  But he was almost willing to try.  Almost.  He fretted that if he initiated the EMAD would it work on all of them or just “some” of them or just one of them?  If it didn’t zap them all the ones who were not under the influence of the EMAD would become instantly suspicious.  That would be a security risk.
	What to do—what to do?
	Bide thy time.  Bide thy time. 
	The bided it by more cruising, but kept an eye on the Cheerleader Target and her escort.  Eventually the two stopped at a local tavern, it was a sports bar and hockey was the season.  Joey was a hockey fan and former player for a minor league team.  Injuries and other life pursuits nipped his ascension to a major professional league team but that was ok—he was still a fan.
	For the time they were in the sports bar the two were able to shirk their earlier venture of their other favorite pastime—shenanigans.  They didn’t indulge in too much drinking, mostly chummed with their pals, watched the hockey game and a boxing match and peed a lot.
	On one trip back from the pisser, Jessie noted something of interest from the adjoining restaurant portion of the sports bar.  Not as many as the cheerleader and her entourage so maybe it was a possible.
	Joey took note and fired up the EMAD.
	EMAD detectors went off just about everywhere and on everyone.
	Ooops!

	Jessie saw his life of freedom crumbling as private security and bouncers and vigilantes coming to life.  Joey looked like a deer in the headlights.  Backing up looking for an instant way out of the situation Jessie saw, too, “a way out.”
	It was in the form of the fire alarm.  The inscription above it read “FOR EMEGENCY USE ONLY”.  Well, it was an emergency!  Jessie slyly pulled the alarm, grabbed Joey by the shirt collar and fled down the hall to the bathrooms and out the backdoor where an alarm also sounded.
	Chaos reigned supreme with alarms and peoples all over the place running for their lives.
	“WHEW!” exclaimed Joey.

	Jessie was miffed but relieved.  No one knew who had activated the EMAD, but it had been only a matter of mere minutes as the all the doors to the establishment would have been automatically shut and locked until the culprit(s) were identified.
	Joey was miffed at his security fuck up.
	Jessie nudged him and directed his attention to the Subjects he had spotted inside the restaurant.  Joey smiled and nodded.  “Good choice.”

	Martha Vonston, thirty-something; her children Maureen, Macy, and Mack.  Targeted—targeted—targeted; subjected—subjected—subjected.  Joey worried slightly, though, about a flickering light on the EMAD device, it flickered yellow and green meaning that the “holding” powering on the family’s minds was not one hundred percent.
	“We’ll have to be careful,” Joey said, “and not over use this thing.”
	“Keep the commands simple.” Jessie suggested.
	“Right.”
	Simple.
	We’ll see.
	First up; after scurrying away from the restaurant/sports bar, the Subject Family made way to a church.  It was their church and a function of some sort was in progress.  Yay!  A choir was practicing in the sanctuary; a small group of teen girls were in the kitchen making merry as well as cooking; and something else was going on with some of the class rooms.  The church had a main building that housed along with the sanctuary the offices, bathrooms, and meeting rooms.  
	Behind the church was a large open courtyard with a garden, fountain and statuary.  Two-two story buildings ran alongside the courtyard that were the classrooms; kitchen, bathrooms, and a large carpeted room for the playing of various indoor sports plus having large congregational dinners and plays and what all.
	Parking was not so much in front, just off the street.  There was a side lot and then a rear lot.  The Subject Family parked in the rear lot.  Then they made way up the almost peach colored steps to the courtyard and made way to one of the classrooms.  Jessie and Joey were patient and waited.  Opportunity was moments away.
	What activities were going on in the classrooms were not known, not a lot of peoples of any age were about—not all the classrooms were open.  It was not a normal session for the church, just a clean up and getting ready for schooling or some sort of preparation like that—or something.

	Martha and her family went to a closed classroom door and she had a key to open said door.  After flipping on the lights and the children went in—it was the last thing they would remember.
	The oldest child was fifteen, the middle child was thirteen, the youngest was eleven.  Two girls, one boy.  The oldest, fifteen year old Maureen, had super long blond hair—right down to her ass.  And what an ass!  Tight jeans made her teenage ass a delight to marvel.  Her pants were of the style that only went way between her knee and ankle.  No socks, and open toes full sandals.  A simple shirt with a nice kitty picture on the front.  
	Her sister had strawberry blond hair, small breasts, and an equally nice-nice ass.  Macy was her name and she was eleven.  She was very pretty, just the right age for Jessie and Joey; her strawberry blond hair went mid way down her back and her pants were not that tight.
	Mack was the middle child, and the only boy.  He had dark brown hair and was observed “checking” his sister’s asses as they had walked to their classroom.  Hmmm
	After securing the door themselves, Jessie and Joey escorted the family to the other side of a petition that separated the class room.  There was still sufficient light streaming thru the ceiling heighth windows to provide excellent viewing of things to cum.
	Martha wasn’t a bad dish and her daughter, Maureen shared very similar physical attributes.  Macy and Mack—not so much.  Jessie took in Martha—he lusted heavily for her.  Joey’s attention was to Maureen and Macy.  
	Staring into her eyes, Joey saw nothing.  Nothing but a sea of green.  She was absolutely still, quiet, and deeply under the influence of his EMAD.  Slowly he put his fingers to her cunt and began to squeeze—checking her eyes for any sign of awareness.  There was none.  He squeezed more and began fingering.  Soon he was unleashing his monstrous cock and taking her hand to it.
	Not a thing, not a sign, nothing.
	Cool!
	Meanwhile, Jessie was on knees before the still near lifeless Macy.  She wore layered clothing and was as cute as could be.  At age eleven she was blossoming up nicely in the titty department, but it was down below Jessie was more interested in.  Did she have hair on her young pre-teen cunt?
	Let’s find out!

	Slowly did Jessie undo the girl’s white breeches and pull them down.  Basic white panties were there were colorful balloons all over.  A nice “mound” greeted him and electrified him.  Like Pavlov’s dog, Jessie salivated, drooled with anticipation, and got hard enough to break bricks.
	But it wasn’t a brick he was going to break—down came the girl’s panties and he knew he was going to enjoy breaking her.  She looked to be a virgin; a perfectly shaped mound was there with only a mild covering of poon pie hair.
	Nice!
	Dom was disgruntled a little that the EMADs he had come to know so far had been lacking in what he needed.  And he had yet to find the exact EMAD that was sending out incredible power.  But instead of screwing it up for Jessie and Joey, he decided to help them.  Who knows, they might come in handy some day for some reason or other.
	The EMAD Joey possessed was not very powerful, it lacked in some abilities other possessors of EMADs had enjoyed—such as Insight (Q&A) and Command Function Control (enable Subject to undress, suck, spread cheeks, fuck a sibling or someone else and the like.)
	Joey fondled Martha’s titties, squeezing the nipples thru the lime green thin blouse she wore as well as the layer undershirt and then her bra.  Still no reaction.  Moving out of the way he let her see that her child, Macy, was naked.  No reaction from Martha whatsoever.
	There was, however, some from Mack.
	“Houston, we may have a problem.” Joey said noting the indicators on the Minding Device.
	Mack’s eyes blinked and he made facial expressions expressing something like he was in pain.  It was internal, his mind.  It was similar to those folks who were supposed anesthetized and woke up during surgery—but were still so out of it that they couldn’t say or do anything.  Sometimes the patient managed to tear up and alert someone of the surgical staff (it happened to me so I know—very disturbing if not frightening.)
	He was trapped inside his stilled body.
	‘it’s alright,’ soothed the Voice, ‘he’s controllable.’
	And speaking of “control”…
	With “insight” from his inner Voice, Joey found new abilities of his EMAD.  It further instilled upon him that his Subject family was his—his to manipulate and control.  He got Martha to undress first.  Jessie fondled himself and watched in awe and with approval as Joey sent the electronic commands to Christian woman, wife, and mother.  Without batting an eye the woman undressed herself and stripped to the skin.  

	Mack, though, did bat his eyes and continued to contort his face indicating that he was “aware” of what was happening—just unable to do anything about it.
	‘relax,’ cooed Joey’s Inner Voice, ‘you want them to be somewhat aware.  Besides,’ the Voice continued, ‘you don’t want to make a zombie movie, do you?’
	No, Joey didn’t want a zombie movie—maybe later, but now, for now he did want them to be socially “aware” of themselves; to act, follow commands, and be subjected to Joey (and Jessie’s whims.)
	After she was nude, Joey had her lay out on a conference table.  He was ready to jump her bones right then and there but held off.  Jessie was burst at the nuts to mess with Martha’s kids.  He already had Macy’ clothes off but wanted to see her sister, Maureen undress—herself.
	And Mack was to watch it all with a slight hard-on.
	Mack.  Was he gettin’ it with his sisters?  
	With Macy, yes.  But only as far as extended “touchy-feely”; they had yet to fully engaged sexually.  Macy handle his cock, watched him pee, and let him rub his cock against her pussy slit and ass.  Mack got to, too, finger Macy’s cunt, watch her pee, and lick—yes he did, lick her pussy (even after she had peed!)
	Maureen and Mack had touchy-feely when they were younger but Maureen had “matured” and wasn’t into the brotherly/sisterly fooling around stuff.  She reserved that for her boyfriend.
	Oh?
	Maureen had a boyfriend she was allowing to boink her—when he wrapped his wang.  She hadn’t given head OR taken it up the ass.  She got her titties sucked, pussy fingered, and cum on.  When she was nigh but twelve she had masturbated a friend who was a boy but not a “boyfriend.”  At thirteen she “gave it up” for a boy who was a freshman in high school.
	No questions were asked of Martha—Jessie and Joey were too horny and couldn’t wait; and Dom wasn’t feeling so good himself (even an entity has bad days.)  Joey was still absorbed with Martha, so he shucked his clothes, sucked her titties, munched on her furry cunt, and then mounted her for a nice delicious well worth it fuck.
	Jessie was for Macy.  She was a real cutey, a real charmer.  She wasn’t “aware” nor was her sister or Mom.  Not yet.  Jessie stripped off his clothes, sniffed Macy’s underwear, then laid the tyke out on a table, opened her legs and “went to town.”  All Joey could see was Jessie’s head bobbing all about as he munched young girl twat.  

	Jessie, an up and coming rocker, had the hair.  Long, thick, dark hair; he had the moves of Elvis, the voice of several well known rockers, and his own style.  He had what it took, he just needed to get noticed or heard.  In the meantime—
	Macy!
	For eleven the young girl had a decent body.  But then again, Jessie liked ‘em young.  He liked teen girls, too; but girl eleven and twelve were special.  After sniffing her panty crotch he sniffed her cunt crotch and delighted in doing so.  His fingers quickly began exploring her young unfucked cunny; then his tongue got into the act.
	Joey had wasted no time; he mounted Martha and sunk his cock straight into her well fucked cunt.  An almost slow fuck there was from Joey who usually preferred a quickness to his humpings.  He moved about but it was not so much as to find pleasure for his cock in the not-so-tight cunt as it was he adored the woman’s very nice breasts.  
	Macy’s face became “aware” as Jessie’s tongue flicked about her young sex; he held her legs wide open and nuzzled, engulfing the whole of the girl’s cunny driving his tongue wickedly into her body.  To the side of his askew stood her brother, Mack—with a raging hard-on.  He was “aware”, trapped inside his body only able to “see” but not act or do one blessed thing.
	Jessie wasn’t worried about Mack; he was absorbed with Mack’s sister.  
	Joey finally found love with Martha; his thrusting power increased as the tingling sensation in his cock increased in sinful euphoria.  Watching the woman’s breasts jiggle and bounce around thrilled him almost as much as his cock was being thrilled in her pussy.
	Bringing Martha’s legs up, pinning them back a little up against his shoulders, Joey seriously got into the groove and let loose the flow of his sexual prowess.  Martha made some indications that like her son, she was “aware.”
	Maureen was becoming “aware”, too.
	After Joey got his nut, and a bit o’ rest, he dismounted the children’s mother and stood before the becoming aware teen.  Like her brother, though, she was “locked” inside her body and mind and unable to do anything about her situation but watch.
	Joey realized a slight problem.  If they were “aware” and could see their other family members being raped and such—then they could also very well “see” who was doing the raping.  Not good.  No, not good at all.

	But, be that as it may—
	Joey stripped Maureen down and enjoyed doing so.  Stripping a girl down was just about as thrilling as fucking her.  Just about.  He took his time; when after removing her top and bra he spent time suckling on her teenage breasts.  
	Jessie didn’t want to seriously hurt the girl he was on, he desired to fuck her brains out silly, but to bring detrimental harm to her was a no.  so for the moment to satisfy his aching cum squirter he humped her little slit.  Cupping her ass with a hand he sunk inside himself without sinking inside Macy.  Such soft skin.  Such small jiggling breasts; a sweet angelic face; an unfucked cunt; and a delicious body overall.
	Slowly did Jessie grind his cock against Macy’s cunt; his hands went up and down the girl’s sides with his hard throbbing erection seriously grinding against her poon entrance.  Bits of cum was already squirting out soiling her.
	Joey had finally gotten Maureen down to her panties.  He liked girls in their underwear—it was a personal thrill for him.  His best friend’s girls often pranced about in their undies (knowingly and otherwise) and it was one of the prime reasons of accepting another friend’s illegal mind altering device—to see them more often prancing in their undies as well as videoing them doing so for to make money from their prancing.  Got that?
	Joey sat on his knees staring at fifteen year old Maureen in her bikini panties that were pink and white striped.  Nice—very nice with a nice “mound” bulge.  Real nice.  Again, Pavlov would be very proud.  Slowly did Joey slid the pink and white striped undies down—just to her knees.  He liked seeing girls with their panties at their knees.  His hands went up and down her legs, squeezing her ass and drooling.
	Soon there was no more holding back and Maureen was up on the conference table alongside her naked fresh fucked Mother.  He stood marveling at her a moment then drove his tongue into her musty snatch.  There was a slight taste of urine that only enticed the horndog.  He licked, lapped, and nipped his way along until the girl began to buck his face.
	He liked it.  A lot!
	Pushing Macy’s legs back with her knees to her shoulders, she was angled just right for Jessie to examine with more scrutiny her pussy and asshole.  With her asshole was his attention drawn; he applied tongue and finger and slowly did he intrude—a preliminary assault to what was to come.

	The cum flow was enormous.  He had spewed great quantities of his love juices all over Maureen’s cunt; and though lo it felt incredible to do so—he knew that IN the girl’s pussy would have been better.  Joey liad his throbbing cock in the mess he had just spilled and continued humping, straining his cock still enthused by his doing.
	Behind him on the kiddie table young Macy was being anointed, too.
	With their energies zapped they rested a moment or two and wished they had something to drink.  Martha and her family were in a state of “aware” but unable to do anything.  
	“We ought to get this on film.” Joey finally announced.
	“Yeah, Heuy’s expecting something from us.”
	While Joey fetched the video equipment, Jessie redressed the family, not wiping them down.  He seriously wanted to sink his bone into Macy—and checking her brother Mack, nodded and knew that before it was over—he would.
	Joey returned smiling.
	“What?”
	“I found our cheerleader.”  (in the church kitchen)

	With the family Vonston “awareness” level increased—but still controllable, they were redressed by Joey and Jessie.  According to his Inner Voice, the EMAD Joseph had was more potent than first thought and had unleashed more particular abilities.  In essence, the Subject/actors could be directed into doing what was wanted and they could do nothing but comply.
	Joey complied and while Jessie filmed; the family Vonston “acted.”
	Act One/Scene One
	While Mack undressed his sisters—his Mother undressed herself.
	Martha struggled and was highly bewildered watching herself as she removed all of her clothing inside her church classroom.  Her bewilderment was ten-fold when watching in mild horror her teenage son undressing his sisters!  Macy was first.  When he slid her panties down and stood back up—he had a very prominent hard-on.
	It couldn’t be helped—it was a natural thing and he was literally not in control of his cock.  Any girl of any age regardless of biological bondage or not got him a boner—‘specially if she were in her panties (or less.)
	Q&A to cum later…
	Mack seemed to be in some personal agony as he undressed his older sibling.  She had bigger parts and the boy was cumming off in his pants.  It was a dream cum true—literally.  The boy seriously-seriously wanted to fuck the bejeebies out of his sister Maureen.  Macy also.

	It was pure agony to be denied.
	So he was not.
	After sliding Maureen’s panties down, he sniffed the crotch and stood up straight still holding the soiled cum stained panties to his nose while his sisters pulled his clothes off.  Young Macy stared at her brother’s erection poking out his underwear.  Sister Maureen was obviously disgusted if not appalled by the forced action but she was aware that she was being controlled as were her family.
	Mother Martha was on the conference table (again), legs open, fingering herself.  Mack’s agony would have to continue a little bit more while the one camera the Producer & Director had zoomed in on the Mother’s self-banging action.
	Mack stood staring, eyes focused on his Mom’s fingering; he had never seen a girl masturbate (well, actually he did, his sister Maureen—he had walked in on her while she was in the middle of her “middle” and she had bitched at him for doing so.  This was recent, like the previous week.)  It had been a mere glimpse and hardly enough to get worked up about—but Mack, of course, had seen his sisters in various stages of dress, undress, and nudity.  Different positions and of course his shenanigans with sister Macy.  He knew what pussy looked like and what a girl looked like when she was fingering herself out.
	But Maureen was older, bigger parts, older pussy with pubes.
	Martha tried to resist—but there was no resisting a well working EMAD (or an unseen Entity.)  She fingered her well fucked cunt like she knew how.  And she did.  A minute or two after she had tried to resist—she submitted and it was like she was NOT under the influence of some electronic mind altering device or other unknown manipulation.  She got into it.  Her legs moved about, foot bracing and hooking against the table’s edge, her sex boldly open for her family to ogle and awe it.  Pussy juices began producing and she began to buck…
	It was time.
	‘that’s your cue.’
	Mack moved into frame, stared a moment with his cum squirter dripping cum; but before he climbed up onto his Mom to fuck—a little foreplay.  The camera zoomed in on the boy’s tongue action—his young face, his Mom’s mommy cunt that had bore him years prior.  His tongue action was pretty decent; he flicked it all about and soon began to lap it (‘like eating ice cream’) then pulled the lips open to get an eye-view of the interior of where his cock would soon be pumping.

	Sister Macy stood staring with “awe” etched on her sweet young face.
	Sister Maureen was highly horrified and could hardly breathe.
	Both girls looked fantastic—‘specially naked.
	But the attention was Mack.
	After a couple of minutes licking out his Mom’s fevered fur box, the boy climbed up on top of her.  His teen cock glided against her pulsing poon and instead of instantly banging her—continued with foreplay grinding his cock against her gash.  Meanwhile, he sucked on her titties—something he had yearned for do to since he was a wee babe.
	Maureen and Macy came into the frame, caressing their brother’s ass with Macy reaching between his legs to took holt of his balls and fondle them.  Maureen looked ill.
	Martha’s eyes bulged in the knowing that it was her son on top of her.  She pleaded (without saying so just expressing thru her facial contortions).  She tried to resist, closed her eyes, clung to the table shaking her head NO NO NO NO NO.
	But yes-yes-yes-yes; son Mack raised his hips and daughter Maureen guided his erect cum squirting pecker into their Mother’s cunt.  The fuck was on.
	Director Joey could hear the Macy’s stomach gurgling her meal from the sports bar as he and his camera were so close.  Joey zoomed right in on the action of Mack’s thirteen year old schlong pumping hard into his Mom’s cunt.  Juices aplenty were already streaming out of the woman’s cunt; the boy fucked hard and rapidly; Macy continued to hold his balls (like she had done before) while Maureen continued to caress his ass—like she had never done before nor wanted to.
	Not even two minutes since Mack had begun and he was cumming.  Rivers of cum was oozing out of his Mom’s twat.  The boy continued to pump, hump, and do all manners of fucking until such a time as his cock just popped out.  The pumping didn’t stop just cause his cock was out of his Mom’s cunt, he humped the gash two minutes more before his energy level bottomed out and he was done.
	Both his sisters leaned down and kissed his sweaty ass.  Both his sisters placed hickies on his flesh; then, as he rolled off and laid on his back beside his Mom’s sweaty body; Maureen and Macy proceeded to lick their Mom’s cum laden cunt.
	Martha lay heaving mixed with emotions she couldn’t understand—even if she wanted to.  She knew—she knew that she had just had sex with her son.  Of course she knew it was forced—she and he were overtaken by some bastard fucker with one of those EMAD things.
	But there, too, was a tingling sensation riveting thru her body.  Her pussy and titties were tingling with sensations she couldn’t explain and hadn’t experienced in years.  In years.
	She knew, of course, that sex with her son was wrong.  Immoral, unchurch-like and unchurch worthy albeit unChristian.  Regardless that it was “forced” she was not supposed to like it.
	But she kinda did.
	After her cunt was clean and her daughters grossed out—well, one of them anyways; Scene One/Act Two

	Producer Jessie got into the act; literally.  He stood between Martha’s opened legs with an intense and powerful cock.  He gave it a stroke and then Maureen and Macy gave it a stroke.  Macy’s eyes bulged as her awareness level had increased to where she was just about her self.  Maureen was wisely curbed from becoming too much in control of her actions lest she become a problem.
	One by one, and at the same time—the girls sucked Jessie’s cock.  While one sucked on the knob, the other worked the shaft.  Each girl sucked on his hairy testicles—neither liked that particular job but they had no choice and “flossed” just the same.
	Jessie seriously enjoyed getting sucked by Macy.  Seriously.  Before schlepping his salami stick into her Mother’s drenched quivering cunt he humped the eleven year old’s face.  He moaned satisfaction while her sister looked on in mild disdain.  She didn’t look up to Jessie’s face, just his cock against her sister’s face.
	But Jessie could not hold off any longer and he climbed up onto Martha and “put it to her.”  His cock slid smoothly and with ease into her hot snatch.  The woman shivered all over, shuddering with sexual awe.  Highly did she want to deny such feelings—she was a married woman, a mother, a Christian, a professional person.  Enjoying having sex with another man was just wrong.  Wrong-wrong-wrong.  
	But it did feel good.  There was no denying that and she clasped her hands to the man’s backside, her legs about his body and forgo for the time she was raped the fact that the man raping her was not her hubby.  For that time, she didn’t care.  ‘fuck me’ was her sentiment.
	Martha didn’t care for her children being molested and so that part was blotted from her mind.  Temporarily.  She lay shivering (sexual shivers) taking a powerful thrusting cock into her cunny normally reserved for her hubby.  

	Once more, Macy clutched a nut sac while disgusted and appalled sister Maureen caressed a humping ass.  What stirred in her teenage mind was unknown—she was overly disgusted at caressing a MAN’s ass that was plain to see.
	The camera zoomed right up close to see Jessie’s cock sliding into Martha’s cunt; his testicle sac clutched in Macy’s little hand—and it was noted that she was not grossed out or disgusted as was her sister.  Macy, in fact, was fingering herself ON HER OWN!
	Oh!
	Jessie humped a good hump and unleashed a torrent of fresh hot cum.  He strained hard and jutted hared; his white ass clenched tightly as his cock powerful delivered squirts of ball juice.  Then he pumped a little more, strained all the harder, and then finally pulled out to hump on the woman’s pussy while his juices and hers mingled and pooled beneath her sweating ass.
	When Jessie gathered himself a minute later and stood up on wobbly legs; Macy sucked him.  She did so somewhat on her own volition, but also was coerced by the unseen…
	Maureen was near horrified state.  Macy retched some and found the taste of the still amazingly rigid cock distasteful.  But she sucked and sucked then pulled back before she hurled and blew chunks.  Maureen felt a “force” forcing her down to her knees.  She shook her head as she knew what was to come.  In no way did she want to suck the man’s cock.
	Fine, she didn’t have to suck the man’s cock.
	But she did have to suck his balls.
	That was just as bad and as nasty.
	Meanwhile, 	
	Macy crawled up onto her brother who was still laying aside his nude fresh fucked Mom.  The little girl straddled his waist/sex first, grinding her unfucked cunt against her brother’s amazing pud.  The camera went from Maureen’s ball sucking action to the new action, zooming in tight to see Macy’s furless poon grinding-grinding-grinding against her brother’s pud.
	After a bit more grinding the girl laid down on her brother.  A bit of clumsiness followed as she struggled to work her brother’s pud into her virgin slit.  Only the parties involved and the two men watching were aware of the nastiness.  Macy spread her legs over her stunned (but willing) brother and thrusted her young body down onto his teenage cock.
	There was no holding back, especially for Joey who put the camera on a tripod and set it to Auto Mode.  He then firstly caressed Macy’s ass, patted it hard then got on the table himself.  His manly manhood at the ready.

	Maureen saw what was happening; her mouth was full of man testicles; her eyes widened in horror at what she was seeing.  That was nipped as her attention was redirected from sucking balls to sucking her Mom’s cunt.
	Maureen was more than appalled at the task assigned to her—licking her Mom’s pussy that was coated in fresh spilled sperm.  Gross!  As before, an unseen force propelled the girl to engulf her Mom’s cunt and suck up all the spillage—plus flick and lick.
	Meanwhile, fucking was progress—sibling fucking.  
	There was blood on Mack’s exposed shaft and his balls, but it was just a “coating.”  Director Joey spanked Macy’s ass—but not hard.  His manhood did most of the spanking and soon he was jockeying himself into position behind the girl poking her unfucked asshole.
	It was quite a feat and very entertaining.
	Disgusted and horrified Maureen having completed her task of cleaning her Mother’s pussy, climbed up onto her Mother.  For a moment they locked eyes with Mom slowly only realizing that her daughter was on her and it was her daughter who had licked her pussy!
	Maureen had a nice-nice body.  Perfectly shaped, nice ski-slope titties, great ass, tight cunt.  She was trim, fit, and ready to be fucked.  Jessie admired her body “she’s a keeper” he said.  It had long been planned that if he had a house, a house privately somewhere, with a basement—then a few choice “captives” would he have there for his leisure.  Not for long, just to leisurely screw now and then until he tired of them.  Then he’d cast them off and replace them.
	Maureen would be one he would like to have around for “a few days” of intense screwing.  Spanking, peeing, and pleasing him in so many disgusting ways.  Someday—someday.
	But not today.  Today was…
	Maureen laying down on her Mom’s naked body.  Jessie took his tongue to her asshole, shoved his finger in it prepping for something more wicked to cum.  One finger then two, then three and he jammed them in not so nicely, too.
	Joey had managed to get the head of his dick into Macy’s hole.  The little girl wriggled and was in a little distress—her asshole was usually for pushing something out not taking something in.  Joey took his time, pulling out to let the hole reset and recover—then he was working his stiffy back into her hole until the head of his cock was in.

	With her head buried into her Mother’s shoulder, Maureen Vonston “took” being reamed in the ass.  It was her first time being buggered.  She grunted, whimpered, and relented.  The one buggering her showed no mercy and eased his manly cock all the way into her.
	Joey wasn’t having much luck—the head of his cock and just a bit of shaft.  He wasn’t that determinate or he would just out and out shove himself into the girl and be done with it.  He pulled out and humped her cunt and her brother’s sex area; his legs were giving out supporting him precariously on the table as it was so he hopped off and let the two siblings continue.
	Jessie took a turn at spanking; Maureen thrashed about on her Mother’s body reeling for the mistreatment.  She clenched and seethed until the spanking stopped and she was told to “turn around.”  
	“Turn around,” the Director said, “and plant your pussy onto your Mom’s face.”
	Maureen heard the words but to understand them and act on them was something else.  It was a struggle.  More spanking was required before she took the words one at a time.
	Once settled on her Mom’s face, the teen girl laid down to once more begin licking out her Mom’s cunt; Jessie the Producer then returned to her ass, and after a little spanking session with his hand, cock, and a handy-dandy paddle nearby he attempted once more at sodomizing her.
	Mack’s cock sprung a leak.  A white messy gooey leak that was sperm.  And lots of it.  He continued pumping long after the orgasmic explosion; his hands on his sister’s ass he gripped hard as he pumped into her until he got tired and Macy’s pussy got sore.
	Maureen whimpered and clung tightly to her Mother as from behind the Producer fully fucked her asshole.  Jessie not to be denied pussy sunk his pud into Maureen’s Mother’s cunt—pulling out now and then to fuck Maureen’s mouth.

	Scene One/Act Three
	The Finale
	With her legs up Joey the producer’s chest, little Macy May Vonston got properly laid.  Her cunny broken in by her brother her pussy was receptive for more cock.  It was still a bit of a struggle and though lo she had just been fucked by her brother—her pussy was still mostly virginal regardless.  
	In the beginning of the fuck Joey was slow and methodical, but as the fuck progressed—he sped up and buried more of his dick into her young pussy causing her some discomfort and grief.

	Maureen was in a discomfort zone herself as after her asshole had been fucked, her cunt took a beating—after a session of being spanked again with cock, hand, brother’s hand, and the paddle.  And speaking of the brother—after he spanked his sister’s ass until his hand stung, he kissed it, put hickies on it, licked the crack and the funk hole, then fucked said fuck hole.
	Mack wasn’t pleased with the cum that was there laden on said funk hole.  It was gross.  But he did the deed after receiving a little spanking by the hand and a belt himself.  Maureen’s asshole was still not too readily susceptible to taking dick—regardless if it was smaller than the man cock that was in her prior.  Maureen endured and sucked her brother’s cock as he once more fucked their mother, too.	
	Joseph unleashed an unnatural amount of personal jiz into Macy.  It was a lot.  A lot!  And it flowed and flowed—both from his cock as well as the girl’s pussy.  He moaned, groaned, and nearly crushed the girl as his energy levels plummeted sharply.
	Maureen had slumped off to the floor, curling up into a tight fetal position.  Meanwhile, her brother took up position riding his Mother’s face; his teenage nuggets going into her mouth.  Producer Jessie caressed the boy’s ass, then found pleasure in spanking.  The boy twisted and clung to his Mom’s body as the torment to his bare ass grew in intensity.
	The bare hand to the bare ass enthused Jessie, he was getting off on it.  When his hand grew tired (and stung) he switched to the paddle that was a ping pong paddle with a green felt covering.  Then Jessie’s own belt whipped the boy until he was screaming.
	Shoving his sisters panties into Mack’s mouth silenced him; then Joey pulled the undies out and shoved his tube stick into the boy’s mouth.  Jessie shoved his tube stick into the boy’s asshole.  Oh what a time they had!
	When done and done and a goodly amount of video had been taken, the family was redressed a second time.  Not cleaned up, just dressed.  Rewiring their minds was the next trick—and not so easy.  Joey didn’t have a full command of the electronic device, and mind fixing for sexual purposes was only a portion.
	‘go along.’ said the Inner Voice, ‘I’ll take care of this.’
	Jessie and Joey dressed, kept the girls’ panties, and skedaddled away like rats that they were.  The Entity washed over the family and slowly, one by one by one erased their minds of the fiasco that had come to them.