August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Twenty
I Fuck Therefore I Am; I Am, Therefore I Fuck

Something this way smells
	“Don’t move!” yelled Federal Ranger Dan.
	“Against the wall!” yelled Federal Ranger Donna.
	Pike and Karl looked to one another with Karl in a little more panic stricken mode than was Pike. 
	The situation was—according to Karl, dire.  The two federal rangers who patrolled the desert areas in search of no-gooders cultivating marijuana, hiding drugs, trafficking humans for sex or immigration issues, and a list of other no-good illegal and illicit means along with ensuring the tranquility of the desert.
	Never in her eight yeas of service did Donna Wanda encounter such sexual frivolity.  
	Never in his eight months of service did rookie Dan Dickerson believe he would ever find sexual impropriety.  All his training and schooling and more training was barely holding him together.  He had fumbled drawing his weapon—he had tried to get out of the holster his 9mm Glock, mace, and EMAD deterrent all at once.
	Pike and Karl went up against the wall.  Ranger Wanda also a little nervous with her mind overwhelmed at what she was seeing got out her handcuffs slapping them onto the wrists of one of the men, Pike.  
	Somehow, Pike managed to keep himself from panicking and caught the eye of young Norman who mouthed “where is it?” 
	The “it” he referred to was, of course, the EMAD.
	Pike didn’t know and conveyed as much with a subtle head shake.
	Norman stood scanning the interior of the cabin trying not to look suspicious.
	“You’re going to be ok, son,” said Ranger Dan, “why don’t you come over here next to me.”
	The girls were all in shock and stunned silence trying to make sense of what was going on.  Norman made his way to Ranger Dan and saw his prize in the mass of blankets by the bed.

	Suddenly, young Norman screamed out, “Please help us, these sons-a-bitches are assholes!”  he stumbled making his way to where Ranger Dan stood blocking the doorway, then,
	“And I’m gonna kill ‘em!” he then dashed to the mass of blankets grabbing the EMAD.  “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, you sick bastards!”
	It happened so fast.
	Pike whirled around as Ranger Donna was caught off guard; Karl was in the midst of being handcuffed and wasn’t sure what was going on but focused his attention to Ranger Dan who had a weapon drawn.  Norman had the EMAD but couldn’t finger out how to operate it—especially under the fly.  
	It happened so fast.
	Pike brought his weight around crashing into Donna Wanda.  The thirty-two year old woman who was just a couple inches under six foot and in proportional weight for that height was sent sprawling to the floor; Pike promptly crashed onto her knocking the wind out of her.  It was frivolous to grab the keys to undo his handcuffs so all he could do was disable her.
	Dan Dickerson was in panic and sputtered his commands for Pike to “stop what you’re doing” and “cease and desist or I’ll shoot!” among other commands that didn’t make sense or were too high pitched to be of any use.
	Norman frustrated at his inability to get the EMAD operational tossed it to Karl who had free hands.  Karl, though, wasn’t all that keen on operating the mind altering unit, either.  But he tried.  Norman then went screaming toward Ranger Dan barreling into the man screaming “get me the fuck out of here!”
	Dan’s weapon was dislodged from his hand firing off a round as it hit the cabin floor.  The bullet blasted thru the shoulder of Georgette Vasquez.  
	Pike yelled, “DO SOMETHING!” to sidekick Karl but Karl was too exasperated to “do something.”  
	Ranger Donna was “disabled”, Pike got up and in a made scramble found the keys to the handcuffs on the floor.  “Here!” he said to Karl.  Karl tossed the mind altering device to Norman who once more tried his luck.  Ranger Dan gathered himself and saw the chaos increasing—now aided by the hysterics of a naked thirteen year old girl.
	The federal park ranger who was days away from a new assignment to a more sublime environment regained her composure somewhat and lashed out at the handcuffed man—bringing her dusty steel toed boot up between his legs.  The man grabbed his naked nut sac and went hard to the ground all his composure gone.

	Karl had the handcuff keys but dropped them; Pike hit the floor gasping for breath.  The ranger was coming around and scrambling to stand when Karl kicked at her.  Surprisingly, the woman who was of little match for the more well built man managed to dodge the attack but for some reason tackled the naked man.  They collided to the cement part of the floor breaking their hold (and composure.)
	Meanwhile, Norman had come up with the gun in his hand just as Ranger Dan came toward him.  “Give me that!” he demanded.  The confusion of the situation was beyond comprehension; it didn’t make sense, either.  Charging the boy he yelled again, “Give me that!”
	So Norman did—by firing off a round.

	Starla let out a quick screech then went silent at the horror.
	Georgette pissed herself and sat squatting horrified.
	Peggy uttered “Oh my God!” then held her hands over her mouth.
	Norman sat cocked on his butt and back with his hands trembling as he held the 9mm Glock he had just fired.  Officer Donna Wanda was also stunned at the horror and couldn’t react fast enough—Pike did and whirled on the stunned woman pinning her to the floor after whirling her around to her stomach pressing all his weight and umph onto her.
	“Find those damn keys!” he bitched.
	Wanda fussed but was unable to get out from under the more powerful (and more determined) man on top of her.  Karl searched for the keys but came up with the EMAD instead.  That was just as good.
	“Hey, I got this.” he said.
	Pike turned on top of Wanda, grabbed her flailing hands and spun out forcing Wanda to face the EMAD wielding Karl.  Wanda fought Pike the whole way, thrashing her head, banging her head into the back of Pike’s head.  Pike didn’t care for that and had to wrestle with the woman.
	Meanwhile, Karl was unable to get the EMAD functioning—it had been dropped during the previous ruckus and was Offline.  
	“Do something else!” Pike yelled.
	“Like what?”
	Pike thought quickly, “Get another set of cuffs!”
	Karl went to Wanda, kneeling down before her she seethed and lashed out at him.  Karl tried to get to her utility belt but she made that process difficult.  Pike managed to keep control of her hands but she was grabbing his skin and trying to push her cocked legs out making the situation even worse.

	“Go get the other guy’s.” Pike said, meaning the handcuffs.
	Karl got up to so; on passing young Norman who still had the Glock in his hand—Karl wisely dislodged the weapon and set it on the table.  The boy was still in shock—dire detrimental shock.  Turning to look at the girls, “on your stomachs!” he yelled, “don’t move!”
	The girls quickly got on their stomach and “didn’t move.”
	Just out on the dirt beyond the dilapidated porch Federal National Park Ranger Dan lay still basking in the morning sun with a bullet wound to his shoulder.  For a long minute Karl stood staring at the man.
	“Any time today!” yelled Pike from inside the cabin.
	Karl refocused grabbing the handcuffs from the man’s utility belt and returning to secure his partner, Donna.  Donna was wearing down with her fight with Karl.  Karl wasn’t doing much better but his fight was a little stronger—mostly out of desperation.
	Donna wrenched and wrenched forcing Pike to give a mighty thrust shoving her up to the tin sheet wall—piercing her shoulder with a rusty nail.  The immense pain from the nail temporarily stunned the woman—she came around just as the other nude man came along with her partner’s cuffs.
	Once the handcuffs were secured to Donna—this after mistakenly connecting the cuffs thru the already cuffed hands of Pike.  Once Officer Wanda was secured she was still a problem as her feet were unsecured and in the moment the two naked men relaxed assessing the situation and trying to concentrate on a new plan—Wanda lashed out kicking the two men; Karl, who was closest and still handcuffed got hit right behind the knee buckling him to the floor.
	A new fight was on.
	Pike’s knee, the front part, got scraped on the decaying wooden floor with lots of splinters going into the skin.  Karl’s testicles were in peril but he kicked the woman in the side rolling her over.  This allowed the man to grab her and shove her to the wall—narrowly missing the same nail.
	She grabbed his dick and wouldn’t let go.  
	Pike grabbed the EMAD again and after fussing with it got it operational (finally!)  With Wanda’s emotions high, her pains, stress, distress, the EMAD’s ability to lock onto her mind wasn’t working.
	“Shit!” Pike bitched.
	Then he saw the handcuff keys.
	“Hey!” he said loudly to Norman to get his attention.  The young boy was still in shock at what had happened—blowing away the other officer.
	“Hey,” Pike said directing his attention to Karl, “is he dead?”
	“Who?” 

	“Santa Claus!  Who the fuck do you think; the guy outside, is he dead?”  
	“Oh, no; he-he’s breathing.  Shoulder wound.”
	Pike returned his attention to Norman.  “You didn’t kill him, just a shoulder hit.  He’s going to be alright.” Pike’s voice was level and firm.
	“Help me.”
	Norman gave a long look outside to where the man lay, then grabbed up the keys and undone Pike’s cuffs.
	Whew!

	With Wanda’s ankles cuffed together she was secured.  Pike and Karl settled to asses the situation, recover from their injuries, and take a much needed breather.
	It was short lived, Pike initiated the disturbance grabbing Donna and saying to Karl, “Grab him.” which referenced to the still stunned Norman.
	Outside the injured ranger was still injured and laying prone reeling in said injury.
	“On your feet.” Pike ordered in his most commanding Marine voice.
	Dan Dickerson didn’t immediately comply but he eventually sat up and then stood up.
	Although she had just been cuffed (at the ankles), Pike undone the cuffs telling the ranger, “don’t be a problem or there will BE a problem.”
	Donna nodded, the situation wasn’t right so she held herself together—for the moment.  The group assembled, ‘cept for the girls, and made way to the secret pond.

*

  the other side of the coin is still just as dirty
	At the pond Pike “pushed” Wanda into the pond.  She had fussed with him most of the way to the site, becoming dead-weight and trying more than once to wrench away from his grasp.  The others in accompaniment stared in awe as the woman floundered in the water.  
	Pike let her flounder for a minute then jumped in grabbing her and pushing her up against the side of the pool.  He said nothing, he had had enough her sass and the “gentleness” attribute was over.
	Wanda gasped for breath—she was in dire panic and needed several minutes to calm herself.  Pike made note that her nail puncture wound had indeed healed.

	Young Norman made his way in going to the 12 o’clock position whereas Pike and the ranger woman were at the three o’clock position.  Karl helped Ranger Dickerson into the water, clothes and all.  Both the rangers’ utility belt had been removed with the weapons unloaded to be taken care of later.
	Dan’s eyes bulged with excessive blinking to follow.
	More settling followed.
	When Ranger Wanda had settled (and healed) Pike reassessed the situation.  It was determined to be less dire but still problematic.  With a relieved sigh he asked Norman to go back to the cabin, “check the girls, bring back the Thing.”
	Norman scrambled out of the water and went off.
	Pike looked to Karl, shaking his head and realizing the total lack of security had brought the near end to their frivolity.
	“That was close.” Karl said dryly.
	“It aint over, either.”
	Wanda wasn’t aware that her nail wound had healed.  Pike wrestled her to the entrance part of the pond, the six o’clock position and pushed her partly onto the shore.  Although he was exhausted and in no way did he trust the woman or want to fight with her any more, he patted her ass and examined semi with scrutiny her womanness.
	It was so noted that Dan Dickerson was watching—not so much watching Pike but eyeing the candy of his partner.
	Norman returned reporting that the girls were still there and laying where they had last been.  Pike hauled himself up out of the water taking possession of the EMAD.  Another sigh of relief and he got to the business that was—which was mind control.

	Donna Wanda was married, two children.  She had a brief affair with a fellow federal park ranger—sex included.  BUT, it was before she and her current husband were married—so it doesn’t count as an affair or cheating.  There WERE some torrid thoughts about illicit sex with teenage boys, boys who were at least sixteen.
	No brothers in her family but three sisters.  As a young teenager Donna DID have sex with one of her sisters’ boyfriends.  At thirteen the girl had been caught by her Daddy masturbating.  He beat her ass—as he had when he had caught the other daughters; from then on she did her masturbation in private.  The topic of sex and boys were on her lips with her sisters—but that was a given and a natural.  No other sexual improprieties there seemed to be.
	Ranger Dan Dickerson, on the other hand…	

	When Dan Dickerson was just sixteen he was a victim of an EMAD user.  Actually, Dan Dickerson and his Mom, Luanne.  Dan was a prolific masturbator—his Mom knew it and provided for him materials to aid in his self stimulation of sexual pleasure.  He also had a computer in his room where he freely perused various web sites that also stimulated his pleasure.
	At that time the Mr./Daddy of the house wasn’t there.  There were images in Dan’s mind of being beaten by the Daddy, bare ass as he lay across the bed for various infractions—mostly regarding piss poor grades at school and lackluster enthusiasm about doing assigned household chores.
	‘Ever see your Mom—naked?’
	“Yes.” A few times, prior to the EMAD incident.  Prior to the EMAD incident the two saw one another naked “occasionally.”  Dan was aware that sometimes his Mom saw him while he stroked his one-eyed-demon.  He had mixed feelings about that—it made him feel odd and embarrassed.  There was nothing in his memory of ever being molested in any way by his Mom.
	The incident occurred during the Summer of his sixteenth year; it was a home invasion whereas the Possessor of the EMAD disrupted the lives of Dan and his Mom.  Dan and his Mom were home alone and in the living room when the Operator of the EMAD came upon them having them take their clothes off.  Then, while standing nude before his Mom—the boy had to stroke his cock while his Mom fingered herself.
	Then, Luanne got on her knees before her masturbating son and sucked him.
	‘Did you like it?’
	That was a toughie.  It was his first blowjob.  He had a girlfriend who gave him a handjob and was going to give him some head but were interrupted.  He had a best friend who was lucky enough to have a sister—a willing sister who gave him (Dan) a blowjob as well as sucking off her own brother.  Dan was under the assumption that he was close to actually fucking the girl—just like her brother was doing.
	But did he like the blowjob from his Mom?  It was too tough to answer.  He was embarrassed mostly and overwhelmed by both his modesty, decency and other mitigating factors including morality.  Other than that, though, ‘yeah, it was good.’
	After the motherly blowjob and Dan holding off blasting a load into his Mom’s mouth, Dan had the task of licking out his Mom’s cunt.  Luanne laid out on the sofa, ass on the edge, legs spread out, and horny naked son right there.

	Poor Dan was in utter awe and could hardly react to the deed assigned to him.  He could only stand and gawk at his naked Mom presenting herself.  His young teenage cock got stiffer and stiffer with bits of cum dripping from the piss slit.
	A powerful force pushed him to his knees.  Thereafter he had as many as two minutes to stare and take in every nuance of his Mom’s twat.  He did think of girls he knew, cousins, best friend’s sister, neighborhood girls, and girls on television shows.  But none of them were there—just his Mom.
	Slowly he went down on her—partly egged on by the mysterious power of the electronic mind altering device and partly on his own.  There was a curiosity about what tonguing out a girl’s cunt was all about.  He was curious as many of his mates talked of eating out a girl’s pussy—Dan faked it and provided false information to his buds that he, too, was a cunny licker.  He actually had no fucking idea what eating out a girl’s cunt was like—but he sure did want to.
	But noshing out his Mom’s twat wasn’t the plan.
	There was some mustiness he noted, the slight hint of pee, saltiness, and a super slickness.  It was guessed that one pussy was pretty much the same as any other pussy.  Closing his eyes he placed his face to his Mom’s sex and began licking, lapping, and nipping all the while the Possessor of the EMAD caressed his (Dan’s) ass.
	Oh!

*

	‘Have you ever wanted to put it to your partner?’
	Young Dan Dickerson had.  She was an older gal, ten years older, and had a decent body.  Sometimes she smelled like fresh Spring roses, sometimes like an ocean breeze.  She had a good body; sometimes she wore her hair all out, in a perm, or loose and free flowing.  The uniform did her injustice and yea sometimes he DID jerk off in the bathroom thinking of her.
	But she was married.  Had kids.  Had a husband who was a gun fanatic and owned a boat.  Dan had no intention of being a shooting victim of a jealous husband and dragged out to the middle of a nearby lake and sunk to the body to be fish food.
	But he still had feeling and DID want to “put it to his partner.”
	Teenage girls fell into that category, too.
	No little girls OR boys of any age.
	‘If you could fuck your partner, and get away with it, would you?’
	There was a slight pause, slight, then, “Yes.”

	With the EMAD operating splendidly, Pike had the young ranger get out of his wet clothes.  Donna Wanda was not one hundred percent taken over by the amazing powers of the minding device but “resistance is futile” put her into submission—she stripped out of her clothes on her and then reoccurring the scene for Dan just six years earlier his partner sucked his dick.
	Karl stepped up behind the woman, caressed her butt then worked his cock into her asshole and “went to town.”  Pike and Norman admired the situation and soon—young Norman “assumed his position” on all fours.  His young cock throbbed hard as he watched the ranger woman suck and be butt fucked.  Then he himself was.

	At the cabin, Starla, Georgette, Peggy, and Caitlynn thought that their torment was over.  They were confused at the situation that had been displayed before them and their young minds hadn’t fully coped with the ordeal.
	Starla broke with a sigh as in thru the open door came the naked group, the male ranger first followed by the female ranger, the boy, and then the two kidnappers.  Georgette was a little more confused as she had thought for sure she had seen the male ranger shot and blasted backwards out the door.  She then focused her attention to the boy.  Something wasn’t right but she couldn’t finger it out.
	Peggy bowed her head, her hopes of rescue obliterated.
	Caitlynn sat quietly, sitting up straight, emotionless as she sat on her knees, ass on her ankles.  Before her, the female ranger was put against the table and laid down over it.  One of the naked men began caressing her butt, then spanking it.  The other naked man stood masturbating ogling her.  The naked ranger man stood also masturbating and after it was guessed the first man’s hand got hot or tired from spanking the ranger man took over.  He seemed to like it.
	Dan Dickerson liked spanking—he didn’t care to be spanked himself but he enjoyed giving.  After eating out his Mom’s cunt he was ordered by the Whoever with the EMAD to “fuck her.”
	For an unknown reason the act of “fuck her” was elusive for young Dan, mostly ‘cause it was his Mom of whom he was ordered to “fuck.”  It was morally wrong and despicable.
	The next thing he knew he was doing that morally wrong and despicable thing—fucking his own Mom!
	And it felt good!

	There was nothing to do but concentrate on the vile act and soon he was able to take the “vile” out of the act and enjoy humping.  Burying his prick into his Mom’s cunt was the most fantastic thing ever!  It sure as hell beat beatin’ off!
	And all the while he pumped the man with the EMAD disrupting their lives spanked him.

	There was sincere concentration as Danger Dan and his big dog dick, or was that Danger Dan and his big dog, Dick?  Anyways, Dan stuffed his prick into his partner’s ass as she lay bent over the desk; his hands clamped tightly to her hips and like he had done unto his Mom years earlier pumped slowly at first then madly to finish up.
	After fucking his Mom’s cunt, teenager Dan collapsed on her and instinctively began suckling her breasts as his cock emptied its teenage spunk inside her.  The fuck had been more than fantastic—more than.  Jerking off into a stolen pair of a girlfriend’s panties, humping his bed, did nothing—nothing to compare to actually blowing off a load IN pussy.
	After a minute or two after cumming off and suckling on his Mom’s breasts the boy was put to the task of sucking something else.  Dan wasn’t much into that route; he didn’t remember doing the deed—he had managed to blank it out of his mind.
	What he remembered nextly was buggering his Mom; she had turned over laying into the sofa, legs spread wide, ass at the ready.  Dan stared and stared at his naked Mom’s ass—his mind was a total blank.  He had just fucked her cunt—his cock had cum in her and how long it had taken he didn’t remember, either.  He did remember the fucking, he remembered sucking on her titties and how incredible to felt to cum off.
	Sucking the man’s cock who possessed the minding device he didn’t remember—nor did he want to.  He professed resoundedly that he wasn’t gay or had any sort or type of homosexual tendencies.  He remembered humping his Mom’s cunt—he didn’t remember slamming his prick into her asshole.

	Donna made some audible noises—none of which were pleasurable.  She grunted, groaned and thrashed about the table a bit but she was still under control—just in discomfort.	 
	After stuffing and subsequently filling his partner’s asshole, Ranger Dan pulled out breathing hard and cumming harder.  Ranger Donna’s asshole gushed gobs of cum, smoldered, and clenched.

	Dan barely had any strength, he slapped the woman’s ass, gouged his cum squirter up and down her crack, poking her fresh fucked funk hole, and sweated profusely.  With his energy zapped and then some he flopped a chair and continued to breathe hard for some time.
	Pike took up a belt and lashed Donna’s ass until it turned a bright red.
	Then, after smoothing the burning flesh he applied his cock sliding it up into the woman’s pleasing cunt.  Norman got in on the act by climbing onto the table getting his sex at Wanda’s head.  Karl took up a holt of the woman’s hair pulling her head back—then brought her mouth down onto the boy’s dong.  She took to sucking and everyone was pleased.  Well, sorta…

Repetitive process repeating 
	Starla let out a little yelp of distress mostly to the tune of “oh y God, not again!) as Danger Dan and his big dog dick schlepped into teenage cunny.  When asked surreptitiously, “would you like to have a go with the girls?” the answer took only a couple of seconds and was a resounding “Yes.”  Whether or not he was aware of the electronic minding device was not known.  The federal ranger who still dealing with his shoulder wound suddenly being healed focused on Starla.
	Norman, meanwhile, took a bit of a breather; after filling Ranger Wanda’s mouth with his love tool and then “filling Ranger Wanda’s mouth with his love juices” the young man took his turn at spanking her—firstly with his bare hands then the construction stake stick.  Five minutes later, after the stick broke, his cock was hard enough to brick bricks and up into the woman’s sex he went.
	Sloppy seconds didn’t bother him.
	Pike and Karl got raging hard-ons watching the boy fuck; Norman thoroughly enjoyed humping the woman’s twat and after a few solid pumps into her sex the boy pulled out and schlepped his schlong into the woman’s asshole.  Sliding all the way in apparently reeling as his skin touched the woman’s burning ass the boy stood up on tiptoes glowing.  With his cock in great gracious super sensitive mode there was the jutting of cum.
	When he had finally released all his liquid love he fell away and was “done.”  Ranger Donna Wanda lay heaving on the table cum dripping and oozing out her mouth, pussy, and asshole.  The woman’s ass was still on fire, too.  
	After Dan finished with Starla he was more than exhausted.  Collapsing beside the girl the man played with his exhausted organ into total bliss, too.

	Georgette braced as the First Man, (Pike) not so gingerly slammed his manhood into her cunny.  He was determinate to either bring pleasure or pain—one or the other and either to himself or to herself.  His slamming was relentless as he struggled to “get off’ furthering his insight that One Girl at a time was sufficient.
	When the apex of his love reached the pivotal summit and then there was no more, Pike settled to just pump hard for pump’s sake.  He felt his cock surging but whether or not he was cumming off or not wasn’t clear.  Georgette was a pretty girl, she shuddered, peed, and looked into his eyes.  
	It annoyed Pike, the girl looking into his eyes.  It bothered him as from the girl mixed emotions were stirred.  She got to him.  That was a bother.  Closing his eyes didn’t help—the image of the girl’s sadden piercing eyes filled him.
	That’s why he went on to Peggy.
	Karl put his salami into Caitlynn Marie while Norman enjoyed humping Starla.

	One after the other throughout the day the girls (including the one woman) of the remote mining cabin were tagged.  They were peed on, reamed in the ass relentlessly; spanked just as relentlessly stopping just shy of bringing the blood to the surface of the skin.
	For good measure, their cunnies were shaven, too.  Using a hot bladed knife and some soap to Starla, Georgette, Peggy, Caitlynn Marie, and Ranger Donna Wanda, the pubes covering their poons was removed.  After the rash spankings it was customary to hump the stricken ass—thankfully, just one round of ass busting (but the group was warned that if they should run, make an escape (attempted escape) cause a problem, BE a problem, start a ruckus, or deny/defy the depraved sex acts the men so desired they (the girls) would be horrendously spanked again AND branded!)
	Pike found an old branding iron out to one side of the shack and after cleaning it off a bit he thrusted it into the fire until it was searing red hot.  Dancing it before the horror filled eyes of the girls they got the message.
	“And not only to yer ass,” quipped Pike narrowing his eyes and focusing on Georgette and then Caitlynn, “I’ll brand your cunt, too!”
	Peggy wailed and clenched herself—she could hardly breathe.  In no way did she want spanked so severely again, and in no way did she want the branding iron to kiss her flesh—especially her freshly shaven cunt.
	“I’ll do whatever you want!” Peggy blurted.
	A look to the others and they were all in agreement.

*

Column B is not necessarily associated with Column A
	The difference between High School and Elementary settings was mostly on an esoteric level—save for Seasonal decorations, younger minds full of mush, and a mediocre desire to excel.  High School girls were sometimes cuter, they had bigger parts, and in some cases were more desirable.  Elementary girls were sometimes cuter, were sweeter in their demeanor, were more friendly, easy going, and in most cases more desirable.
	Some special girls came to tempt his fancy (of course they did!)
	One in particular was Ruthie Mackenzie.  She was just eleven but smart enough to surpass her peers and sail into high school.  She had some kinky hair, dazzling blue eyes, a fresh young face, and a dynamite little compacted body that caught Pike’s eyes (and attention) straightaway.
	The girl’s presence was purely intoxicating and Pike found favor with her quickly.  She seemed naïve but Pike had a feeling that she was not (in regards to sex, sexual innuendos, comments, jokes, and anything regarding topical subjects concerning sex.)
	One day, after regular instruction, Ruthie hung back; she had questions about some school work.  Pike held fast his desires—mostly waiting until the classroom was clear.  He hadn’t his own private office yet, he needed five years with the school before that would happen.  There was the wish to have more stringent minding powers—so as to “close the door” that was wide open.  Luckily, though, the desk was angled away from the door so as he had a direct line o’ sight to the hallway.
	The “last bell” rang out, it was 3:00 straight up and only those who had Detention or in some sports related class outdoors were still on campus; along with those associating with typical high school extra curricular activities and “clubs.”
	For the most part, though, the hallway outside Pike’s classroom was empty.  Pike hadn’t didn’t know the routine of the janitors so there was some lingering apprehension on his part; EMAD detectors were all over the campus, the latest sophisticated devices to detect minding devices.  Practically everyone, student as well as faculty wore some sort of detector as well as preventor.
	As Ruthie stood at his desk some inches from him going over the school work—Pike slyly activated his EMAD.  It was noticed that a yellow light gently came to life on Ruthie’s watch as well as a “Go Rebels!” pin pinned to her shirt.

	Neither indicator prevented the EMAD from acquiring the young girl’s mind and manipulating it.  It just took time, precious time.  The girl had to be home soon, the janitors would be coming, security would be patrolling the halls, and Pike had to pee…
	But first!

	When relatively assured of the security issue, Pike smoothed his hand over Ruthie’s ass.  He nearly melted—he liked that ass and squeezing it put him in orbit.  Spreading her legs a bit he got his hand—er, fingers, to squeeze her between her legs.  Heaven, pure unadulterated heaven.  
	Be damned intruders!
	Pike was ready to unleash his one-eyed monsters when their voices to be heard in the hallway.  They were down at the huge double doors but still they were a security risk.  Pike held off freeing his love tool and concentrated on fondling.  
	Ruthie remained still and quiet.  Her young body was warm and he wanted her—he wanted to see her naked, tied up, peeing and being fucked in the ass.  Then repeat.
	His fondling work got more and more intense.
	Up under her Summery shirt he found more delight with her super smooth skin.  The desire to get her britches down insanely teased him but he managed to hold off.  Concentration returned to her ass—that delicious wondrous ass.  Oh!  How he wanted dangerously to “whip it out” and be damned the security breech—he wanted greatly (very greatly) to hump the girl’s skin, gouge up her crack, and then plunge into her hole.
	But it wasn’t to be; two tired old black janitors came to the classroom; their carts coming up to the open door and then to stand yabbering just outside.  Teenage girls had assembled across the way at their lockers discussing gym class and cheerlears.
	Pike abandoned his efforts, switched off the EMAD and let it be.
	But he hadn’t totally abandoned his pursuits with the conquest of Ruthie’s body.  Not totally.  If he couldn’t have his way with her at school, maybe there was another place…

*

extra activities curricular
	Place:  Mackenzie Home 3010 Crestwood Way
	Time:  Early noon
	Who’s Home:  Subject-Target Ruthie and her older brother, Barry
	“How’s high school?” Barry chirped as he grabbed a drink and a snack from the fridge.  
	Eleven year old high school sibling Ruthie rolled her eyes, shook her head, and sighed deeply; then offered a meager smile saying “It’s great!” but it wasn’t that great.  
	“Didn’t think it was going to be all gravy, did you?” teased Barry.
	Ruthie still wasn’t so enthused; her decision to attend high school had been her decision.  She didn’t out and out regret it but hadn’t foreseen the flaws associated with higher learner.
	“The older you are the more childish you become.” Barry supplied.
	“No shit.” Ruthie sarcastically scoffed.
	Barry was not alarmed at his sister’s cussing but commented “Don’t let Dad or Mom catch you saying that.”
	Ruthie knew it, it wasn’t a slip up but she knew, too, that she could unknowingly let a cuss word slip and she’d be in trouble—Bible reading, a scolding, possible spanking, admonishment and a host of other possible disciplines.  It sucked having a Dad who was a preacher!
	“So does it all suck or are there parts of being in high school cool?”
	Ruthie helped herself to the fridge’s contents then climbed onto a barstool at the center island bar mulling her answer.  
	“Naw, I guess most of it ok, (pause for dramatic effect) I like the sex part.”
	Barry sputtered his drink and nearly lost his ability to breathe.
	Ruthie smiled and giggled.  ‘that got him.’
	After regaining his composure somewhat, “Say what?” he exclaimed.
	“I’ve seen stuff going on at school,” she detailed, “behind the gyms, parking lots, the handball court, under the bleachers at the football field, and under that big tree in the Senior Quad.”
	Barry was aware of those places, too.
	“You’d better stay away from those places,” Barry warned, then curiously, “you don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”
	“Not yet.” Ruthie replied coolly with a Devil’s ire.
	“You’re too young!” Barry declared.
	“HA!” retorted Ruthie.  “Everyone in this house is doing it!” and not just Mom and Dad.  And it was true.  
	Barry was dumbfounded allowing Ruthie to hit him with the known truth, “You, Jessica, and Beverly are doing it.” That tid bit of information Barry didn’t want anyone to know—‘specially their Mom and Dad.  Sex was one thing, sex with your siblings was something else.  Ruthie continued,

	“David and Beverly are doing it.”  Barry had a notion that they were.
	Ruthie then paused; she was cute in an odd sort of way—that hair for one; then her babyish face so childish but she was eleven and becoming a woman.  Ruthie was the most friendly of the family with just a scooch of being naïve.  She, too, was a little serious with mischievousness melded in for good measure.
	“What?” Barry asked not knowing.
	Ruthie shook her head, she wasn’t saying—‘let him figure it out.’
	Barry, though, wasn’t good on “figuring things out” that were left unsaid.  
	“Sounds like everyone here is doing it.” Ruthie supplied.
	Barry wrinkled his nose and thought thoughtfully.  He still didn’t get it.  Ruthie rolled her eyes, ‘and HE’s a senior!?’
	“You, Jessica, Beverely are doing it.  (point one)  Simon and Beverly are doing it.” point two.
	Barry thought and thought—still didn’t get it.
	“Who’s left?”
	The most obvious answer is the most elusive one.
	Ruthie couldn’t believe her brother.  He was smart—sort of, very handsome, had a LOT of hair that their Marine Corp Grandfather didn’t like, was very outgoing, popular, and was the most lighthearted of the family.  He was not, though, mechanically inclined—‘don’t put a tool of any kind in his hands’.
	Slyly, since her dimwitted brother wasn’t getting it, Ruthie firstly gave him the look then the “come on, you can get it” look.
	Barry—still didn’t get it.
	Ruthie closed her eyes.  “ME!” dumbass “Me, and David are doing it.”
	That was a revelation Barry didn’t want to accept (for some reason.)
	It was far easier to accept siblings Jessica and Beverly having sex with him and Beverly “doing it” with David, but Ruthie involved?  Jessica was sixteen, Beverly fourteen years young, and Simon was thirteen.  He just couldn’t see sister Ruthie having sex—with anyone.
	“I like it.” Ruthie declared.
	“Like what?” Barry asked.  How oblivious can you get!?
	“SEX!” Ruthie blurted out.
	Barry was embarrassed, it wasn’t a topic he wished to engage in with his eleven year old sister.
	“It’s not a big deal,” Ruthie continued, “I like it.”

	Barry was flustered and tried to occupy his mind with something else other than seeing his sister naked.  Didn’t work, though, he recalled a biology image that was of a dissected squid and quickly returned to his odd sister.
	“How old were you when you and Jessica did it?”
	What a bold question to ask.  Why didn’t she ask Jessica?
	Barry, all flustered and embarrassed shrugged, “I-I dunno, I think twelve.”
	That meant that Jessica was a year younger than Ruthie—at ten!
	“David and me been doing it for awhile.”
	Barry blinked his eyes.  “What?”
	Ruthie and David, being the youngest, had shared a room when very young; they continued to do so until sibling brother, Barry, moved out on his way to college—that was a year (or more) away.  Sibling sisters Jessica and Beverly shared a room and it was no big deal for Ruthie and David to share.
	Growing up so close, Ruthie and Simon were not ashamed or abashed about seeing one another naked.  They were aware that what they did behind the closed bedroom door was to be between them—to be secret.  Farting and exploring one another’s nakedness was “just a part of life” and “growing up.”  They found out about masturbation long before they knew it was common in the household and in everyone else’s household.
	They found sex when David was ten and Ruthie a mere eight.  Actually, they had found “sex” in the way of observing others in the house having sex.  Firstly was their own parents (eewew!) then their siblings.  When alone after seeing what they had seen the two youngest Mackenzie family members practiced what they saw.
	They liked it—although it was a little discomforting for Ruthie for her “first time.”  She nearly freaked when David broke her “cherry.”  David wasn’t too pleased, either, with blood coating his little dick and balls.  After a frantic wash off in their own bathroom—there was a sigh of relief.  The curiosity of what had happened prompted them to cool it until they understood why what had happened happened.
	Once they were clued in by asking boldly David to Barry and Ruthie school books, computers, high school nurse, and her sisters, Ruthie and David were back to fucking and enjoying it.
	“I’ve seen you and Jessica doing it.” Ruthie declared.
	Barry once more just about lost it, “What!?” he exclaimed loudly.
	Ruthie smiled nodding her head indicating the truth of it all, “Not much in this house goes on that I don’t know about.”

	Barry couldn’t believe it.  It wasn’t so much as he didn’t mind if the other siblings saw him engaged in some sort of naughty business, he feared it would be found out by their parents.  And that would be bad.  He also regarded his youngest sibling as—off limits.  She was too young.  Barry regarded her as sort of naïve and pure.  Well, so much for that…
	Ruthie then tugged in her left lower lip giving her brother “a look.”
	Barry stared at her—and stared—and stared.  Then he smiled—then he was in shock.  She wasn’t proposing something—was she?
	“No one’s home.” Ruthie said.
	Barry twitched his nose then looked down to find to his amazement that his Big Barry was active and “ready.”  ‘no fucking way!’ Barry said to himself in astonishment.
	“I think you have a nice body.” Ruthie said matter-of-factly.
	Barry looked to her in awe being taken off-guard.
	“Do you want to see mine?”
	Barry couldn’t answer.  He could barely breathe let alone think.
	Without waiting for an answer, Ruthie slid off the barstool and peeled off her top tossing the garment to the laundry basket in the nearby utility room.  She wore a dainty bra containing a pair of smallish breasts.  It came off, too.  Big Barry was all stiff and attentive nearly busting out of the tight jeans it was contained in.
	Ruthie undone her pants pushing them down.
	Barry stared looking onto his sister’s body with some awe.  His lips quivered and a smile enlightened his handsome boyish face.  Ruthie stood in her lavender panties—then she slid them down her legs and stood naked.
	Sure brother Barry had seen his little sib naked, no biggie—it was a given.  But he had never thought of her in a sexual way—for one, she was seven years younger.  Banging his sibs Jessica and Beverly was just one of those “natural” things that happens between brothers and sisters.
	“Aren’t your clothes dirty, too?” Ruthie asked.
	Barry blinked his eyes and stared at his naked sib once more conveying “What?”
	“Your shirt—it’s dirty,” she said trying to help him out, “you ought to toss it (into the laundry basket).”
	Barry wrinkled his nose then looked to his green knit shirt.
	“Oh.” he said, then pulled the garment off and tossed it to the laundry basket.  (he missed—don’t put a ball of any type in his hands, either.)  
	Ruthie gave her bare chested brother the once over—despite his lack of mechanical and athletic skills the boy was wondrously delightful to look upon.  Then,
	“Pants, too.” Ruthie said.
	Barry once more was hesitant but looked down then looked to his odd-odd sibling.  ‘you’re a naughty girl!’  Then, in a quick brashness just to show her and try to embarrass her—he rushed off his pants AND underwear to stand stark bare assed nude before her.
	Ruthie feasted her eyes onto her brother’s Big Barry.  She almost salivated.  Her cunny clenched and she couldn’t believe the size of the dick waggling proudly before her.  It was much bigger than David’s.  Ruthie guessed that Barry would be the better lover—he had experience.  David was ok but he hurried and seldom slowed down.  (he was a quick cummer but he liked to toy around (foreplay)).  
	Stepping out of her clothes, Ruthie approached her naked brother eyeing his monster like it was a delicious dessert.  And it was!  Barry gripped his meaty fuck stick at the base and waggled it before her.  On her own, she gripped the shaft and began working it.
	Barry melted.  Big Barry surged.

	Touchy-feely be damned!  Ruthie pressed her lips to her brother’s throbbing cock; the wholeness began to steadily increase in heat and surged with a bit o’ cum squirting out the piss slit after Ruthie commented “Damn, it’s bigger than David’s!”
	Ego played a big part on swelling a guy’s pride—not too mention his favorite organ.  Pulling back the skin of his dick tight he reeled big as Ruthie’s lips slid over his super sensitive crown rolling her tongue about the ridge then, like a snake, engulfing the member inch by inch.

	Getting a blowjob from your little sister was something a little more than fantastic; doing anything else with her was beyond comprehension.  Barry’s mind was so overwhelmed by getting a Presidential from Ruthie that he couldn’t think of anything else.  It was the “bomb” to get head from her—she was good, too!  Natural talent!  His cock was a little too big to for the girl to fully engulf it but she did her best.  There was a gag reflex that signaled the end of the oral portion of their relationship…
	Ruthie pulled away from the pulsing prong and Barry rubbed the slicked up member against his sister’s face.  Ruthie then suckled the shaft and then his testicles before looking up to him smiling bigger than ever.
	“What?” Barry asked.
	Ruthie just shook her head and led him by the hand out of the kitchen and up the stairs.  Barry didn’t mind—his attention focused on her darling naked butt…

	Once in her room the frisky naughty temptress flung herself onto her bed.  At one time she and her brother had a bunk bed, it was still there but the two had graduated to single beds separated by a nightstand.  Ruthie lay on the bed with her legs wide open fingering herself.  
	What was a gawking boy to do?	
	Sinking his pud into Jessica wasn’t his first time, just prior to sinking his pud into sister Jessica he sunk his pud into neighbor Angela.  This after both of them suffered disciplinarian action for misadventures in a small nearby convenience store (toppling an end display and then making off with the goods.)
	Daddy Mackenzie got wind of his son’s misdeed and took a belt to him.  Angela’s Dad did likewise.  Later on that evening the two miscreants found each other in the backyard of Barry’s home.  The properties were separated by a hedge row that had many “holes” in it and provided the two to scamper in and out at will to hide from siblings (and parents.)
	“Did you get it?” Angela had asked.
	Barry nodded that he had.  “You?”
	Angela nodded.
	The thing with Angela was she most generally wore skirt outfits or dresses.  Barry was aware that the girl got a whoopin’ “now and then” and he wondered how severe.
	It was Angela who paved the way by inquiring, “Pants down?”
	Barry and Angela were into mutual masturbation, fingering one another (usually in the dark) and then one time scampering nakedly in the backyard when the moon was new (invisible to those residing on the Earth but fully visible by green skinned aliens residing on Mars and on the Sun.)
	Barry shrugged embarrassment replying, “yeah.”
	“Me, too.” Angela provided.
	Oh?  That was interesting.  She wore a dress at the time so Barry was curious—what did she mean “pants down, me too?”  Underpants?  Barry had heard several names for girls’ underwear, panties was the most common term but he had heard knickers, undies, delicates, and the more archaic old term “underpants.”
	The image of Angela getting her bare butt spanked with her panties at down enthralled the pre-teen boy.  His thoughts were interrupted by Angela asking, “I bet my butt is redder than yours?”
	Oh!
	Barry didn’t know what to say to that.
	“I dunno, I got it pretty good.” His preacher Dad used a special leather belt on Barry’s bare buttocks.  He wondered how Angela got it.

	“Wanna see?” Angela suddenly spiked up.	
	Sneaking into the nearby garage the two got under a tarp that covered Barry’s Dad’s boat project.  There, with the aid of a flashlight, they compared the shade of redness to their bums.  Angela first.
	On her hands and knees the girl hiked her common daily Summery dress up revealing the fact that she had no panties on.  Barry was too stunned to fully take on the comparison—he couldn’t see his own bum but it was hot anyways.
	Angela’s ass was not so different than his sisters, he saw them quite often and was in fact rubbing his cock against Jessica’s ass.  Angela’s ass did have a bit of redness to it—but Barry was more interested in her crack, hole, and pussy.
	After a couple of minutes or so, the twelve year old turned around, “My turn!” or “your turn” depending on how you look at it.  Barry wasn’t so naïve at that time and knew what was what.  After undoing his pants he turned about and pushed both pants and underwear down revealing his burning bum hours after it had been stricken.
	What Angela’s thoughts were were unknown but she did gaze on Barry’s ass for a bit then caressed his ass before reaching between his legs to fondle his balls.
	Thereafter it was chaotic sex.  The two got naked and Barry buried his pud into Angela’s cock hungry cunt.  Whether or not she was a virgin or not was not known—not to Barry anyways.  Nor would he have known the difference OR cared.  Sinking his prick into her pussy was fantastic they humped tenaciously under the tarped boat more than once.
	Getting the full length of his teenage prick into Ruthie’s eleven year old cunt wasn’t possible—but that was okay; neither minded that failing as Barry’s prong was still mightily strong and did a fair job of pleasing both himself and Ruthie.
	Some mighty minutes later and Barry’s brotherly love juice was spilling in and out of his sibling’s cunt.  A great quantity was squirted into her sex while a great deal more of pent up cum was splashed onto her virtually hairless pussy.  Barry then laid his cum squirter against her gash and humpity-humped-humped until he was well spent.
	Thereafter the two lay in bliss.
	Filled with that knowledge, Pike enjoyed the girl (albeit sometime later.)

*

	There was something to say about being naughty with a student at school.  It was the risk, the potentiality of getting caught especially with the Open Door policy and wandering students, faculty, janitors, and higher up staff members (like the Vice Principal and Senior Principal.)
	But risk be damned!  Ruthie was his primary pursuit—the knowledge first hand about the girl’s incestuous lifestyle filled him to the core.  His cock ached for her (he had not engaged with her at her house that fateful day of learning first hand her sexual lust for her brother(s)) and he didn’t know why.  Sloppy seconds not his ticket?
	More to the point the EMAD was growing hot in his hands and he felt a little dizzy.  Overwhelming the two incestuous lovers would have further taxed the minding device whereupon fixing their minds would be a time consuming task; he was invisible and there would have been that to take care of along with other notions to input into their minds as well as seeking out any further naughty but useful information from the both of them.
	Pike merely maintained his invisible status and scurried home where a shower and half a pack of beer (with a shot of whiskey after (and before) consuming each beer) soothed him—until returning to school and there the girl was with her darling little butt he wanted desperately to fuck.
	Once more, after regular class session, Ruthie was at his desk.  Knowing what he knew about her he was fairly certain that he could have his way with her without repercussions.  It wasn’t a matter of “should he” but “would he.”  More to the point, when?  
	No EMAD magic was needed with Ruthie.  As the two went over her school work—she inched closer to him leaning onto the desk.  When the girl scribbled onto her paperwork, Pike leaned back a little to “check her out” noting her tight jeans and the revealing “Y”.  He could just see down the crack—his eyes marveled at her ass and he couldn’t help but let out a “moan.”
	The moan was more than a sigh and carried sexual weight.
	Ruthie’s ass clenched and wiggled a bit inching even closer to him.  then—then she brought her hand to her tight ass giving it a caress.  Pike’s cock nearly busted out of his pants right then and there.  There was no holding back—he had the EMAD in his pocket and was ready to use it if necessary.
	It wasn’t necessary.  As he smoothed his hand over Ruthie’s ass the girl wiggled a little then brought herself right up against him allowing him maximum pleasure.  
	Checking with his ears for any interlopers outside in the hall Pike “got busy” with the caressing of Ruthie’s ass.  Ruthie undone her pants pushing them down.
	No panties.
	Pike felt seepage in his underwear.
	Ruthie’s pants went slowly down exposing the whole of her near lily white ass.  Pike’s hand went lovingly all over the girl’s ass, fingers delving into the crack teasing the hole and then the delightful dick trench.  It was already moist, salivating and “in need.”
	Ruthie offered no resistance—she, in fact, perpetuated the situation by wiggling her ass all the more and pushing down her clothing—stepping out of them.  Pike could only take so much and with one ear listening for intruders he positioned himself behind the naughty girl getting out his hungry cock for some intense naughty business.

*

	In the wee morning hours the custom van with several inches of desert dust glided down the alley of Industrial Way and Commerce; in less than an hour people who worked there would be arriving.  Security guards were at the main gate so the only worry was the pesky security cameras.
	It had come into Pike’s possession another nifty device—sole purpose was to disrupt those pesky cameras.  The only confirmation that the camera had been disrupted was by a green indicator light illuminating on the handheld device.
	There was little choice as Pike had to unload the van of its “special” cargo.  He knew that another week he and new buddy Karl could spend with the girls but both men had to make appearances in their society and it was time.
	Karl’s niece, Caitlynn Maire—she had become rather tame.  Obedient.  Obliging.  What other psychology disorders the girl may incur after her release back to society remained to be seen.  Pike had instilled into her psyche that she was to remain Obedient and Obliging.  The memory of her incarceration at the desert cabin was obliterated.  Hopefully.
	Starla Jonas was released in the alley—this after she sucked off on Karl’s cock while taking Pike’s cock into her ass.  When both orifices were filled to capacity with man juices, she was fingered by Karl while Pike took five more minutes “fixing” her mind.
	Then she was placed behind a dumpster.

	Pike did have some regret—some remorse about the mistreatment the girls had suffered.  He felt badly for the out-an-out kidnapping of the girls purely for sexual pleasure.  They didn’t deserve it, of course, and had been picked out and random.  Georgette required the most time in “fixing” of her mind; in the same area of Industrial Way but two miles further down near the dry river bed and an abandoned river view park, Georgette and Peggy were released—this after Norman fucked Georgette while Pike and Karl sandwich fucked Peggy.
	The girls were tied together after they had been cleaned up and spritzed with various spermicides.  Pike paused a moment to urinate on Peggy, who was on top—pissing on her ass so as his pee would trickle down to Georgette’s face (she had bit him just hours earlier.)
	The news of the girls’ abduction was all over town—but they, of course, weren’t the only ones (EMAD use was on the rise and perverts assailed!)  Pike and Karl, though, were too tired and shagged out to mess with the girl “one more time!” she was released behind the church she was abducted from.  During the middle of morning services she just “wandered” up to the center court butt bare ass naked with cum (Norman’s) dripping from her pussy.  She could relate nothing to the investigators (and nothing came of the hypnotism her parents sanctioned).  She spoke nothing as a matter of fact, refused to write and was essentially a zombie.  
	Pike felt bad about that, too.
	In weeks time, though, she recovered enough to begin writing and becoming more of herself—but she still didn’t talk and had an aversion to wearing underwear.  She also liked to masturbate—a lot and lay out on her bed naked.  Psychology counseling didn’t help and drugs only made her revert to the earlier stage of zombie-ism.
	Caitlynn’s distraught parents eventually let her be.  She spent time with her caring Uncle and … well, you know (he took care of her…)

	Pike vowed to let the EMAD rest awhile, along with his aching cock.  Shagging the likes of Ruthie, though, was a sideline.  But his adventure with the EMAD was really—just beginning.  
	But first!
	Sally Anne Phearson took his eye, she was a cutey at fifteen; a little on the short side but in good frame; bubbly face, kinky reddish brown hair, incredible blue eyes, and a tight ass.
	As before when teaching at his former school he simply zapped the entire class.  It was a taxing measure on the Device but at the time it was deemed necessary as Pike just didn’t have the place to parlay his desires.

	Taking Sally Anne out of her chair he brought her to the rear of the class to where a huge storage closet was located.  There, after opening the doors and guiding the mindless Sally Anne was stripped down.  Her pants and panties, anyways.  The pants (jeans) were near skin tight; she had a nice crotch—a superior tight ass and Pike wanted it.
	There was little time for any foreplay.  After making sure that all twenty-seven students were “under” the effects of the EMAD Sally was positioned on one of the shelves, her pants and panties pulled off and her cunny closely examined.
	Of the twelve girls in his class, Sally Anne rocked his world.
	But so did Soledad Armand, Leighanne Shough, Tammie Dews, Leeane Patrick, Stephanie Karp, Julie Deeber, Dawn Reeves, and the others.  Each girl had a special pose about her, an endearing appeal that drew Pike’s attention.
	For her short stature and even her young fifteen year old age—Sally Anne had some amazing titties!  B-cup kind of girl with an equally amazing pussy!  She wasn’t a virgin (but not a slut, either.)  Pike had a difficult time as he was enamored between the girl’s breasts and delicate poon.
	Time was not on his side; after cupping and squeezing the freshman’s tits he guided Mr. Pike into its proper receptacle to receive the “charge” of a lifetime.  Just after making penetration and his cock was sailing along—a strange to curious to alarming situation developed—stemming from the girl’s pussy!
	It was electrifying!  Literally.
	Pushing in further only intensified the shock prompting Pike to withdraw and make a more close scrutiny of the situation.  He found to his surprise that a tampon was in the girl’s pussy but it wasn’t for her Monthly Visitor but for Intruding Visitors—the unwanted kind.  To prevent rape there was a new gadget on the market that electrocuted the invading cock and the best form of use was to insert it where the cock would come to invade and cum.
	It wasn’t all that effective and actually intensified the act—much to the girl’s dismay (although some girls had discovered the failing and found sexual acts to be a little more stimulating.)
	Pike removed the electrified tampon and reinserted his cock to fully fuck the girl’s brains out and get his jollies.  And his jollies were got.  The girl was having sex with one older brother and one younger PLUS a cousin!  Pike managed to suckle her breasts while he reached climax, he vowed to nail all the girls in the class—and even maybe a couple of boys!

	To be sure, Dawn Reeves and Stacie Kilgahan were the prettiest girls of the glass.  He was so lucky.  Kristy Macaslin had some appeal to her wither best friend Issa Rhainnon and Neela Voy.
	Dawn Reeves was in print—her incredible beauty was earning a paycheck—most of which went to a college fund of course, but she had money of her own and she liked it.  She made print ads for popular teen magazines and a couple of in-town commercials.  The girl had the appeal, the looks, and the cause of many a young boy (in her age group) to “cream their jeans.”
	Stacie Kilgahan was next in line in the Prettiest Girl department, she wasn’t in print ads or even a cheerleader; she was popular, though, with little boys.  Stacie had started a babysitter’s club and most of the young ones she cared for were little boys.
	Kristy Macaslin was the tomboy of the class and was just returning to class after a week out from being beaned on the noggin by a fast softball she had just pitched.
	All the girls, and some boys, of the class had a special place in Pike Elsworth’s heart (and cock.)  Occasionally he made upgrades he felt comfortable with but was still curious about the Gray World indicator.  What did it mean?  Just what in the fuck did it mean?
	Once a day—once every two days—maybe once a week would Pike waylay his entire class to have his way with them.  In between times he was still going over to Karl’s abode to bang his wife and have way with his kids.  Caitlynn Marie was still around but “not in the picture”.  Pike was a little concerned that she might—might recognize him or her naughty-oh-so naughty entangled Uncle.  She was not totally mindless per se, but she wasn’t herself, either.
	Pike had curbed his spying ventures—although those proved to be very entertaining he feared overworking the EMAD and he did not want that as it would seriously upset his cock’s desires.
	Soledad was one of the girls who was nearly sixteen—tall girl, too.  She played basketball and soccer; had a thin build, big tits.  The long face, long arms and legs, long super kinky brown hair made her quite the thrill for Pike—and due to her tall body made it a little difficult to be dealt with in the back of the class—she wouldn’t fit properly on the pull out shelf inside the storage closet.
	Pike was undaunted and after getting the girl’s pants and panties off simply put her on the floor, head facing the front of the class and the Open Door situated there.  It was a risk.  Big risk—the open storage closet door did nothing to hide his act.  Pike didn’t care.

	Having sex on the floor with a fifteen/sixteen year old in a full classroom was unnerving enough—voices and wandering students PLUS a wandering “just checking” security guard was the living end.  He did manage to fully sink his dick into the girl’s trench—discovering that she was NOT a virgin.  It was wondered just how many of the girls of his class were virgins and who was not?  He figured as much that most of the boys were probably fucking (something) on a regular basis…
	The risk(s) of shagging a girl was too great.
	After Soledad he did take Adam Verolla to the closet shielding him completely with the open door.  Most of the boys of the class were alright, young teens but only a couple of them looked “younger” and of course to an old pervert like Pike Reginald Elsworth that was the key.  Adam Verolla looked like he was no more than twelve years old.  Perfect!
	Boxers or Briefs?  A pervert wants to know.  He figured the boy to be in tidy-whiteys and he was.  Whether or not the boy was a virgin or not was not known—already the EMAD was in Overtime and Pike just didn’t want to overtax the nifty little thing (for over a week the minding device was off-line due to being overworked AND Pike fucking around with its innards.)
	Nothing more than merely getting the boy’s clothes down, then his shirt up so as Pike could fully endorse his perversion upon him.  The fifteen year old merely stood—mindless.  Pike caressed the boy’s smooth bare chest, then his ass before “handling” the lad’s laddie.
	But it just wouldn’t do—he needed privacy.  He wanted to have the boy to himself and that couldn’t be at school.  The options were to take the boy home (specifically his basement.)  That eluded to more sinister attributes like kidnapping for a long period of time.  For the moment, Pike was done with that.  Not completely, but after the recent incident with Starla and Caitlynn Marie—Pike wanted to chill out from that venture.  He wasn’t going to quit but give it a rest was ok.
	Pike knew that the more he got horny with any of his students IN class only paved the way for something to go wrong.  So, after fondling Adam’s willy a bit more, caressing his ass and then turning him around so as he could rub and press his prick hard against the boy’s ass—Pike got him re-dressed and back to his desk.
	After flopping back into his chair (and subsequently releasing his students) he put it to them (non-sexual term) to write about their families.  Write about their siblings, parents, and what their parents did for a living.  It was a sneaky way to find out who had brothers and sisters, their ages, and how secure their homes were.  

	For Adam Verolla, he had two younger brothers—no sisters.  He DID though, have a girl cousin—she was twelve and naughty.  Pike was intrigued and very happy to learn that the naughty twelve year old was engaging in sexual romps with Adam and Adam—was having some sex acts with his younger brothers.
	Pike was more than thrilled and after learning about the parents’ work schedule Pike let the EMAD cool off before engaging its marvelous powers; Mind seduction and Invisibility primarily speaking.  
	Two days later and Pike (Invisible Pike) was at Adam Verolla’s house.  He wasn’t alone—with him in the front room was another lad from same school.  They were paying a video game and talking about girls, their lame ass parents, their lame ass school, and then back to girls.
	“I heard Jessica Babbat fart.” announced the other boy, Randy.
	“Dude!” exclaimed Adam, “Man, I’d like to SEE Jessica Babbat fart.”
	“I’d like to see her peeing!” Randy piped giggling.
	The boys giggled but continued to play their game.  The topic of “girls” remained on their lips, though.
	“Did you see those girls at the pool?”
	“Man, there’s no way I can take pool—I’ll be like bumping everyone over!” he referred to his Randy Jr.
	“My dick would be like POW! and be squirting all over the girls--”
	“I bet that Donna Bayers gives good head, she’s got some serious lips!”
	“I’d like to see Vicki Ames naked.” Adam declared.
	“Oh hell yeah!”
	“Donna Hummel, Becky Annerhill, all of them!”
	The discussion had enthused the boys to the point whereas on the sly young Adam gouged the heel of hand to his bulging erection.  Adam was a decent handsome fellow; short brown hair, fresh face, average body for a boy his age, short beige britches to his knees, no shoes, and having sexual relations with his younger brothers AND girl cousin!
	Randy had a boner going, too.
	‘stop playing and take out your dick—play with that.’
	Adam paused himself in his playing to stare at the television screen.  He cocked his head and his player went skiing into a tree ending his run.  Randy’s character went sailing by with Randy chirping “HA!” but his player, too, smacked into a tree after successfully managing to leap a large boulder.

	For a moment the boys were paused.  The game ended and Adam leaned back in the sofa undoing his pants pushing them down.  Buddy, Randy wore shorter shorts.  He at first shook his head as if rebuking the invading commands sent directly to his mind.  But then, like Adam, pushed his pants (and underwear) down to his knees.
	Adam stood up and flopped his penis—it was of average size with not much in the way of pubes covering his testicles.  He rubbed his ass and proceeded to masturbate freely.
	‘do you ran amok naked in the house?’
	He did.  When his brothers weren’t home and his parents especially Adam James Verolla enjoyed racing about the house naked.  He often flopped onto his parents’ bed and masturbated.  Snatching a pair of his Mom’s panties from her dirty laundry hamper and young horndog Adam was in masturbation heaven.
	‘do you run amok naked in the house with your brothers?’
	Yes, but he had to be careful with eight year old Mitch, he wasn’t quite right in the head and sometimes would spill information he wasn’t supposed to.  But brother Zane, who was twelve, and Adam often enjoyed being naughty in regards to mutual masturbation, darting out into the backyard at night to jerk off out there, pee on their Mom’s prize rose bushes, and butt fuck one another.
	Cocksucking wasn’t their thing as it was deemed pretty gross.  Butt humping, on the other hand, was perfectly normal and acceptable.  When little brother Mitch was on prescribed drugs to hopefully counteract his brain disorder he was easy pray for being sexed—both Adam and Mitch took advantage of him and sodomized him during those periods—including peeing on his chest and getting him to suck them.
	The naughty cousin, Teri, loved sucking cock and being peed on, spanked, and double fucked by Adam and Zane.  She had never did anything with Mitch.
	Though Adam thoroughly enjoyed romping with his cousin, he wanted the bitches and ‘hos from his high school.  He had scored with one girl from junior high and another girl at a party he went to.  He was twelve at the time and the girl was a mere ten…
	Randy’s sexual exploits weren’t known, Pike felt dizzy and decided to nip the EMAD’s use—nipping the Q&A ability—everything else was going ok.
	With both boys nude and their minds overwhelmed—Pike returned to Visible mode also allowing the minding device to not be so taxed.  Thereafter Pike returned to tending to Adam…
	Adam’s teenage body was delicious—it felt good to the touch and Pike’s lust increased greatly.  Slowly was Adam positioned over the overstuffed arm of the sofa; there, Pike closely examined the boy’s ass smiling as he took in the crack, hole, and dangling nut sac.  A wicked set of instructions for a new lifestyle filled Pike (and then Adam.)
	A long moment did Pike spend admiring the nude boy’s ass; he smoothed his hand all over the curvature of the bum, the hips and then up along the boy’s sides before standing and easing his pud  into boy’s pooper chute.  Pike found that young Adam was not so virginal there—he had been stuffing himself with not his brother’s dong but a candlestick, toilet plunger, his Dad’s hand tools from the garage—just to see what it was about and if he would like it.
	The debate was still out if “he would like” to be fucked in the ass by another dick—mostly he seemed to prefer items other than dick to invade his asshole.  Pike slid part way in before rocking and gently easing himself to glorious submission of emission.
	Randy received the same treatment—just on his back on the sofa cushion.
	Thereafter, Pike began his intrusion into their minds.  
	‘You love sucking Adam’s cock.’ Pike installed the desire into Randy’s mind as he “put it to the boy.”  Randy’s “hole” was virginal; Pike enjoyed shagging the lad admiring the boy’s bouncing cock and balls as he was reamed.  Pike saw images in the boy’s mind he invaded—mostly masturbating; spying on his Mom and Dad fucking; spying on his Mom with his Uncle, his Dad’s brother; and spying on young girls in the woods (while camping out) changing their clothes, swimming briefly naked, and peeing in the bushes.
	Pike enjoyed the images and instilled upon the boy’s mind new images; specifically, sexual intercourse and antics with best friend, Adam.  Privately and securely to be sure.  They, too, would enjoy the pleasures of sexual engagement with a girl at the proper time—but for the extra added spark of “best friendship” they would enjoy sharing quality time together when no one else was around.  When no one else was around Adam and Randy would get naked and mutually masturbate one another—followed by sucking that which had been stimulated by being masturbated.  Then, taking turns, they would plunge the stimulated organ into the other’s asshole and fuck tenaciously until explosion occurred.
	Then they would take a shower together to further stimulate one another.  More masturbation, some kissing, ass grabbing, peeing on one another and more “up the ass”.

	Pike was pleased with his venture and wondered if he could turn ALL the boys in his class into best friend lovers.  He wondered, too, how many boys were having sex with their sisters?  Many of the boys did indicate on that intrusive paper that they had sisters.  How many of those boys were sexually engaging with them; how many of those boys were “getting in on” with the Mothers?  And were any of those boys having some sort of sex with their Dads?
	It was quickly realized the other taxing potential of the EMAD—intruding into a person’s mind was one thing—uncovering truths or a lifestyle was something else.  Just learning about a student (or anyone else encountered) was one thing from the beginning.  From the beginning it could be learned from the outset the person’s general demeanor; their dialect dictated where they came from; their style of clothes, the way their way was fixed; the way they acted and so on.
	Spending just a little time with a Subject and one could learn a great deal—about their family, where they came from, their aspirations for life, their goals in life, what they liked and didn’t like.
	Getting into their minds opened up a whole new freeway.
	And in doing so—the possessor of an EMAD or some other mind intruder only paved the way to an endless pursuit of knowledge—both useful and otherwise.  Never ending.  Potentially everyone encountered held an enormous amount of information that in itself was never ending.

	The need of an office came Pike’s way despite his not having enough time at the school.  He wasn’t knew to being a school teacher, just new to the school.  He did have friends and one in particular was AnnaElyse Esyle.  	
	AnnaElyse was “a neat chick” so scrolled in Pike’s mind.  She was friendly, outgoing, great with kids of all ages and all those kids of all ages liked her.  She understood them, she bonded with them as she knew their lingo, understood sports, and could play both sides.  She was a good egg.
	It was during a shared lunch with AnnaElyse that Pike brought up his need for an office.  AnnaElyse herself didn’t have enough time at the school to warrant a private office for herself—but she had one.  
	“How do you rate?” Pike chided her curiously.
	“My dazzling personality.” Anna replied.  Pike let it go and was granted access to the office.
	It wasn’t much; a state/federal prisoner wouldn’t be envious.  The color was a little drab—drab basic Army green with brown trim.  Blech!  There was a desk, some filing cabinets, a 1960s sofa with well worn cushions and a secondary chair beside the desk and the trash can.

	It was homey.  There was potential and after getting over the claustrophobia aspect Pike’s first visit was in the company of Tammie Dews.  Tammie was a cutie with soft alluring reddish brown hair, brown eyes, and lots of freckles.  Small breasted, the girl had a bubbly personality and tight ass to make up for the lack of titty action.  
	There was relative assurance from his friend that he would have the office to himself—she seemed to make it a point to let him know that she had extra curricular activities to attended “Use it as long as you like.” she had said to him handing him the keys.  Pike intended to.
	With Tammie, though, he was unable to pry into her mind or have her undress herself for him.  Everyone’s mind was a little different and the EMADs User had to be careful and watch those indicators that captured the Target’s brain waves.  Some of the captured brain waves weren’t all that captured.
	Tammie Dews was a zombie.  Pure and simple—mindless.  That was ok, Pike took his time stripping the fifteen year old to her skin and marveling at her nakedness regardless of her smallish breasts.  He had her to himself.  What would be better would be to have her to himself in his basement.  And one up from that would be to have her out at his desert cabin.
	But aside from that having her in the private office was just as good.
	Like with the boys (and others he had had before him) a close scrutiny of the girl’s body was in order.  Every nuance, crevice, and curve was examined with the eyes—then the fingers—then, of course, ye olde cock.  Laying Tammie out on the desk and parting her legs Pike went down on the girl, licking out her sweet smelling cunt that reminded him of roses—orange scented to roses to be exact.  He found that joy to be intoxicating and was hard pressed to keep himself from schlepping his salami to her straightaway.
	Somehow he managed to curb himself so as to allow himself to continue examining the girl.  His tongue got the workout as all over the girl’s furry burger did the examination go as well as exploring the interior of the well fucked cunt.
	Brothers “Tom” and “Brad” were tagging her; brother Tom was eighteen while Brad thirteen.  Both boys took turns in her mouth and pussy and neither had fucked her up the butt.  
	Five minutes or so did Pike explore the girl’s pussy, jamming his fingers into her pert tight asshole, massaging her wondrous fuckable cunt, and devouring it wholly with his mouth.
	Sinking his schlong into her cunt came soon thereafter.

*

Dirty Pike and Naughty Karl
	Going a little overboard
	Oh she was cute!  So was he.  The first cutey was no more than five years young; the other, her brother, was a couple years older.  Both had charm and an innocence that was dangerous in the trying times of the day—along with a little naïve oversight.
	The EMAD of Pike Elsworth had been on hiatus for over a week.  Pike fussed with the innards to continued his efforts in “cooling it off.”  As far as he could figure it was Up-to-Date as it was going to get, upgrades and new programs were hard to secure and even harder to install.  Best leave it as it is and not tempt fate and destroy the thing outright.  That would be bad—very bad.  Pike (and Karl) were getting to like their New Way of Life.
	The new Targets were Davy (seven) and his little sis, Bethany who was two years younger.  Both walked along a hot sidewalk at a nearby mini mall a little confused on where they were supposed to meet their parents—this after Davy took his sister to the bathroom at an adjacent store from where their parents were ‘cause the store where their parents were didn’t have facilities open to the public.
	Pike took note of the security cameras, the security patrol, passerbyers, and other modes of potential security interlopers.  Then he enacted the Security Disrupter feature on his EMAD disabling the security cameras in a certain radius and was a boon for the ATM machine at the grocery store—disabling the security at the machine through it into a hissy fit whereas the customer using the machine got a bonus in his withdraw.
	The hysterics of the ATM user got the attention away from Pike’s doings—securing his Subjects Davy and Bethany.  The children were at first wary of Pike’s approach; but kneeling down to their level put them at ease.  Then,
	“Hey, would you two like to make some money?”
	Davy and Bethany looked to one another in astonishment—security issues non-existent (along with the “Don’t talk to strangers” element hounded upon them by their parents and teachers.
	“What do we have to do?” Davy asked.
	Pike smiled checking the youngster out—a fresh round face with some freckles; light sandy-brown hair, incredible blue eyes, and Pike more than anything wanted to see him naked.

	Davy’s sister, Bethany (Beth) held her brother’s hand; she had light sandy-brown hair as well, short and full of life.  Fabulous blue eyes and a face of curiosity.
	“Well,” Pike said beginning, “I have some groceries I’d like help with.”  Keeping check on security issues, especially for any frantic parental units out on the sidewalk looking for missing children, Pike lured the brother and sister duo out to the parking lot, weaving in and about the cars then down a shady divider to come to newly acquired custom van.  (If Karl can have one, Pike could, too!)
	There were “a few” groceries but by the time Davy and Bethany were at the van—the powers of the EMAD had them.  Security issues still bothered Pike but there was the assurance from the EMAD that electronic issues had been nipped.
	But what about people?  When it would come down to it (afterwards) people would jog their memories in search of something out of the ordinary—like a man leading two small children away.  Pike waited a moment then hustled the children into the van.
	He didn’t leave immediately but turned the a/c on and checked the area some more.  After sighing and ensuring that Davy and Bethany were under his control, he plagued them with a few choice Questions.  
	‘Do you and your sister bathe together?’
	That was almost a given (due to their ages) they did bathe together, but;
	“Only when Mommy works late and Daddy at home with us.”
	Oh!
	‘Does Daddy bathe with you?’ inquiring minds want to know.
	“Sometimes.”
	When Mommy worked late and Daddy didn’t he took charge of the kids—after dinner there was reading time, clean up your room time, and then the favorite—bath time.  Davy and Bethany shared a room and so they did see one another naked—lots of times.  They also saw their Daddy naked—lots of times.  Usually in the bathroom and usually while in the bathtub with them.
	‘Does your Daddy go without his clothes on other times than in the bathroom?’
	“Yes.”
	Like in their bedroom at bedtime playing games before going to sleep.
	‘Games, what kind of games?’

	“Firetruck, hide-and-go-peek, the Guess-what-I-am game” stuff like that.  Daddy was naughty—very-very naughty.  Blindfolded or not, the kids
learned about their Daddy’s anatomy in a big way—and he unto them!  “Firetruck” was Daddy’s big dick, both Davy and Bethany played with the raising of the firetruck’s ladder then worked it to get it to shoot water.  Draw your own conclusions there…
	The “Guessing” game was blindfolding the kids and they had to guess what their Daddy put in their mouth.  An apple slice, a peach pit, a candlestick, finger, Daddy’s firetruck…
	Pike could hold off no longer and after one more looksee around the parking lot he pulled down Davy’s pants and then his sister’s pants.  Both kids had shorts on with Bethany’s a little shorter than her brothers but tighter in the leg department.
	Davy wore tidy-whiteys and down they came, too.
	Bethany had typical kiddie pink panties on with a princess on the front panel.  Pike’s heart (and cock) kicked into high gear with his mind almost going into befuddlement.  Carefully and easily he laid young Davy onto the rear situated bed stripping off his shirt and the rest of his clothes rendering him stark naked.  Then he did likewise to the boy’s sister laying her beside him.  Then he stripped off his own clothes.
	Taking Beth’s hand he had her work his own firetruck then after crawling onto the bed parting the girl’s legs, he doused her with his special water.  A great quantity of “water” spilled onto her slit; Pike carefully and with great scrutiny examined the girl’s slit finding that it was virginal.
	‘Does Daddy “touch” you here?’ Pike inquired.
	It was confusing to the little girl—especially the word “touch” as that was a red flag warning to her that her Mommy and teachers warned her about—“don’t let anyone “touch” you in your secret place (or where your underwear cover.)”
	Daddy DID touch his daughter in her secret place, with his fingers, tongue, and firetruck.  The same went for Davy.  No penetration—only to their mouths.  Q&A was such insightful fun
	Pike laid his water hose against Beth’s cum coated cunt and there he did hump until he heard sirens.

	Interruptions—interruptions!  The parental units for Davy and Bethany had become alarmed and then frantic calling in for help forcing Pike to delay his naughty business with the two in his care—this, of course, after humping on them a little more…

	Slowly before the mini mall shopping area was closed down Pike fled making tracks elsewhere.  His cock ached and the images of seeing Davy and Bethany in the bathtub with their naughty Daddy filled him (with delight!)  
	A little ways from the inundated with law enforcing agents did Pike realize he needed fuel for his newly acquired ride.  Being a large vehicle equipped with extra air conditioning, recreational vehicle type amenities, the power plant definitely sucked the juice and needed to be replenished (often.)
	While fueling another Target was noticed—a flat chested Chinese girl.  Pike had a special warm spot (on his dick) for Chinese girls.  The Target had long silky raven dark hair, a tall body for being approximately ten years old.  Pike’s balls surged as he checked her out—wondering if she was virgin and suspecting that she was.  But did she give handjobs, blowjobs?  Did she finger herself, did she see her Daddy naked?  Questions-questions-questions.
	After fueling up the MegaBeast it was a traipse into the associative convenience store to pay.  The Subject was within the store wandering the aisle being bored.  ‘go outside.’
	Security cameras were everywhere, security mirrors, and not one but two security guards plus another plain law enforcing vehicle with two officers within parked outside.  
	The Subject perked up a moment, got a curious face about her and then looked around as if someone had spoken to her.  Pike paid for his purchase then hiding his special “gadget” in his hand and then fake-looking at his receipt he tried again.
	‘go outside.’
	Subject Kali Kim shook off the second attempt but was nailed on the third and walked outside.  Pike noted her watch was beeping and the face glowing, so was the implant EMAD detectors on the door.  The store clerk noticed this anomaly, too, and hit the emergency door button by his register effectively shutting in the patrons and alerting the guards that SOMEONE had an EMAD in use.
	Fuck!
	
	Chaos reigned supreme with the patrons, two clerks, and law enforcers yelling for controlled order.  Someone bolted for the door to find it locked (by one of the clerks); he hit the door hard forcing him to stumble back into one of the end-aisle displays toppling the drinks stowed there making a big mess and adding to the chaos.
	Pike added more to the chaos by pulling the fire alarm.

	It was actually one of the clerks enabling the fire alarm from behind the counter.  From then on it seemed like everything happened in slow motion—for Pike, anyways.  With the fire alarm blaring the fuel pumps at the outside island were shut off and the closest fire department was alerted.  The “locked” doors status of the store were automatically unlocked and the chaotic peoples within filed out.
	Pike picked out his Intended Subject/Target and guided her to his van without further interruption.  Plopping her down in one of the interior doors (out of sight behind the cab curtain) Pike merely followed the flow of fleeing vehicles off of the property.

	Yellow panties.  Small.  Extra-small.  The girl, Kali Kim, had an extraordinary slim body.  Small budding breasts did the girl have; she was a virgin—she wasn’t even fingering herself!  Little boys she had seen naked, even her Daddy—but not in a sexual overtone.  Spanked?  A couple of times she could remember (with her clothes on.)
	What was a blowjob?
	What was anal?
	What was fucking?
	To be naïve was one thing—to be clueless was something else.  Kali Kim did not know what the term “blowjob” was or anal (sex) or the basic “fuck” terminology.  The basic guise of “sex” she knew about but not the idiosyncrasies that defined sex.  
	Pike had her red sleeveless top thing with a big yellow flower emblazoned on the front off.  There was a small dainty pink bra concealing a pair of AAA titties.  Stealing a moment he fondled the smallish delights, then suckled them before undoing the girl’s pants.
	With pants (and shoes) off, there were those panties.  Pike smiled; the yellow undies were small and almost “bikini” style which would be sort of inappropriate for a girl her age.  Lifting her legs up Pike admired the girl and found himself hard pressed to keep from ripping her panties off and sinking his bone into her right then and there.
	Somehow he managed to stave off caving into his craving and merely pulled the girl’s panties off, opened her legs, and loved on her cunny with his tongue (and fingers).  Kali Kim knew nothing of the doing and lay still with her mind in lockdown.
	Being still in the public eye (neighborhood park parking lot) Pike thought better of having his way with Kali and amscraying to a safer locale; this after calling up an old friend…

*

what’s a little indulgence amongst friends
	“Can you get away for awhile, like the whole weekend?” spur of the moment things were sometimes hard to achieve.  Thankfully, cohort Karl could finagle his way to make himself scarce for the intended weekend.  When Pike swung by and picked up the intrepid comrade, he smiled and nodded to him to “take a look” (in the back).
	Karl did and then disappeared into the beyond the curtain for a more closer personal scrutiny of the “special cargo”.  Pike then drove to his favorite convenience store to pick up supplies.  There were, however, some distractions.
	There seemed to be an inordinate number of young’uns at the store tempting fate and Pike to no end.  Quickly did he make his purchases and then made himself scarce.  It was fate and fate alone—the temptress of Fate beckoned him to nab and waylay the extra delights from the store but somehow—somehow he managed to curb himself.
	Somehow.
	Before pulling away from the store, though…
	“I wonder how sidekick Norman is doing?” he wondered to himself.
	Sidekick Norman wasn’t home, though—remember, he lived directly behind the convenience store.  No one was home.  Pike knew that the young man would have likened to be involved in the latest caper.  But that was alright, before leaving his Narly Senses picked up on something else—someone else equally involving.
	Right next door was someone in distress—the sound of the distress could be heard from outside—someone receiving a horrendous spanking.  Pike, already enthused to the gills AND invisible hopped over the four-foot chain link fence and peeked into the house.
	In a bedroom a young boy was across the lap of a pissed off Mommy figure, his pants and underwear at his ankles and his young eleven year old ass being stricken repeatedly by his pissed off Mom’s hand while the other secured his flailing hands.
	For a moment, Pike stood watching and flogging his dog—it was erotic to see the boy being spanked.  But as soon as the pissed off woman grew tired and her hand stung from the beating of her son, Pike nailed her.  Her emotions were a little high and therefore the prowess of the EMAD was a little off and not conclusive.  She looked up to SEE Pike standing at the bedroom door of her son’s room—masturbating.

	“Who the fu--” she managed to blurt out just before Pike enabled the EMADs extra setting of Overwhelm.
	Shandra Shorn threw her head back, tossed her head and did an impersonation of the little girl possessed in that famous movie.  Then she settled, breathed hard and looked very confused.  Her mind was of the EMADs but only 90 percent.  Pike would take it.  The boy, however, was not “taken” by the magical powers of the minding gadget, he stood up from his Mom as soon as he realized that he wasn’t being held so firmly.  He was all upset, sniveling, rubbing his blistered ass, and not aware that he was not alone.
	“Ahem!” Pike said distracting the boy.
	Frankie Shorn, eleven, whirled around with bulging eyes.  For a moment he stopped breathing.
	Pike knowing that he did not have the boy under his control went for the other mind control tactic—subtle subterfuge.
	“Why was your Mom spanking you?” Pike began speaking calmly.
	The boy still reeling from being abused looked to his Mom then to Pike—then to the “gadget” in Pike’s hands.  (to be noted, the boy also saw Pike’s protruding erection as he knelt filling the bedroom door)
	“My name’s Reg, I’m here to help (you).”
	“Me?” the boy said with his clothes still at his ankles and facing the strange man.
	“Yeah, your Momma shouldn’t have spanked you like that.”
	Frankie nodded that it was so.  ‘fucking bitch!’ was on the boy’s mind and lips.
	“Did you break something?  Say something?  Not do something?”
	“She caught me--” Frankie said but didn’t finish as he was too embarrassed to detail his infraction.
	Pike nodded already knowing, “Playing with yourself?”
	Frankie’s eyes widened at the surprise of the man knowing.
	“It’s a typical normal thing for boys to do.”
	“She doesn’t think so.” Frankie replied.
	“She doesn’t understand.”
	“I have her under control.” Pike supplied waggling the minding device before the boy’s tearful eyes.  “Would you like to get back at her?”

	Shandra Shorn lay on her son’s bed—naked.  Her son, Frank, stood equally naked at the bedside.  It wasn’t the first time he had seen his Mom naked but not in such a state as was before him.  On subtle encouragement from the naked man, Frank gawked at his Mom—and masturbated.

	Though he had the woman’s mind controlled—it was not a full mind lock but that was ok.  There was no Q&A feature—no ring on the woman’s finger, either.  Pike sized her up then took first dibs—crawling onto and sinking his pud into her sex.  She hadn’t had any in awhile Pike could tell and though it was possibly a little dangerous in the sense that she could be a slut and have unknowingly some lame ass disease, Pike drove his pud into her 30ish year old cunt and “went to town” all the while her eleven year old son stood by the bed watching (and masturbating.)
	Shandra twisted some, her mouth opened and shut, eyes blinked excessively, as Pike drilled into with a terrific pumping force.  It was out and out rape for sure but her nipples got excited and there was some stimulating excitement stemming from her cunny, too.
	Pike asked of her no questions and concentrated solely on the act of fucking.  Shandra exhibited both that of a woman in need and a woman in distress.  Using subtle conveyance Pike got the woman’s son to move to the foot of the bed whereas there he could have a gander at “penetration.”  Looking over his shoulder Pike saw the youngster seriously jerking off.  It incited Pike even more and he manipulated Shandra’s legs up his chiseled chest angling her with himself moving up redirecting his pounding schlong.
	It gave young Frank Shorn an amazing insight on the sex act.

	Frank Shorn backed up with his body growing suddenly unexpectedly taut—his eyes focused on the doings of the strange nude man in his midst.  The strange nude man in his midst stood pulling off of his pants a leather belt.
	“Been belted before?” Pike asked curiously.
	Frankie nodded with great trepidation increasing.
	Pike smiled as he folded the belt and kept his distance.  “I’m not going to use it on you.” he said.  Instead, he cocked his head to the boy’s Mom he had just fucked.
	Frank nodded with understanding of what the belt was intended for.
	Cum dripped from Pike’s cock as he stood at the bedside.  Shandra’s eyes got a looksee at the belt and tighten up her own body as she well enough understood what was to come.  She shook her head NO and tried to mouth NO but the 90 percent of the EMAD’s amazing powers had that route nipped.

	Pike rolled her over—she managed to fight a little but not enough to thwart Pike’s intentions.  “Come here.” Pike said to Frank—who’s ass was still reddened greatly from his Mom’s beating of him.  Frank held his Mom’s hands behind her back while Pike let fly the belt to her ass—repeatedly.
	Each smack made Frank flinch but his emotions were such as he was not in fear or angered.  It was his Mom who was being beaten but that didn’t seem to bother him (he wasn’t even bothered by the fact that he had witnessed her being raped!)
	After several intense smacks Pike dropped the belt and pushed open the woman’s legs having her legs go over the sides of the twin size bed.  Shandra wept uncontrollably, she wriggled and gyrated as her ass was literally on fire.  Frank stood in awe staring at his Mom’s seriously reddened ass—he rubbed his own and continued to masturbate watching as the strange nude man put his penis once more to his Mom.
	After full insertion and the pumping began, Pike leaned back half his cock buried into the woman having her son come in closer to see the new penetration—which was the Mommy’s asshole.  Young Frank’s eyes bulged with his face stoic for about two-seconds.  Then he beamed with a glowing smile nodding his head and in apparent full approval.
	Gripping her ass hips Pike then went to full bore mode and sodomized Shandra’s ass like it was the last hole he would ever fuck—much to Shandra’s chagrin.  Frank continued to hold his Mom’s flailing hands but with his body against the side of his bed—he also began to hump the bed.  Pike saw the boy’s pud beginning to shoot cum.  As his own pud squirted into the boy’s Mom’s asshole, Pike had the boy get onto the bed…
	The 90 percent mind hold Pike had on Shandra forced her to suck her son’s cum squirter.  The boy smiled and seemed to take on a whole new look as he was serviced.  Pulling out of the woman’s ass, Pike smacked her searing ass with his cock and watched as she sucked off her son’s prong.  Then he turned her over back onto her back having Frank come position himself between her legs.
	It was the ultimate sin.  Frank pushed into his Mom and didn’t think twice about it.  Pike was pleased—a new sidekick!

	Three girls about eleven, two boys about twelve; then two girls about five with another two about eight and one about ten.  They were part of a large group of older teens and adults on some sort of outing.  One by one (and by two) the Selected were misdirected from returning to the sanctity of their traveling vehicle to that of Pike Elsworth’s van.

	To be overwhelming would be an understatement.  A hazy cloud befuddled Pike’s mind as he scurried his van and special cargo out of town to the desert locale miles away.  Three eleven year olds, two twelve year olds, two five year olds, two eight year olds, and a ten year old—plus eleven year old Frankie Shorn!
	It boggled the mind.
	On one hand, though, it showed Pike that the EMAD was functioning very well.  The Selected were calm, quiet, and very well under the influence of the minding device.  The previous Selected, the two young ones from the mini mall sidewalk and the Chinese girl from the gas station were still “under”, too.
	Over indulgence—just a little.
	Sure, Pike would have preferred older girls—teenagers at least and that was his goal.  But he had a certain affinity for the young ones.  There really wasn’t much one could do to such young Subjects (although other like Subjects in the daily news suggest otherwise.)  
	At the cabin it was the same ole thing—hustle the Subjects and supplies to the remote structure then settle down from the long rough ride to access the “special cargo.”  Frankie Shorn the only one not under the influence and highly aroused and a little confused.  His arousal had been locked on the already nude Kali Kim and Bethany.  Bethany, being merely five, he tried not to stare at her too awfully much but his curiosity got the better of him and Karl traveling in the cargo area took note of the boy’s avid curiosity.
	The “special cargo”:  Hanna, Sara, and Tosha were the three girls who were eleven.  Micah and Chip were the two boys at twelve.  The two five year olds were Jill and Linda.  The remaining three girls were Kathy at eight years, Kami and seven, and Julie at ten years.
	Tosha was a black girl while Kami was another Chinese girl.
	Hanna had incredible looks with long soft alluring brown hair with a twisted braid going over her head to hang down half way down her chest.  Hanna had a chest, too—at eleven the girl had some delightful orbs, palm sized breasts.  Her body size was decent enough to qualify her for twelve although she was six months away from her twelfth birthday.  
	Sara was a nice looking girl, flat chested for her eleven years; long straight blond hair, long straight tan body with a sweet face and tight pants.  During the long trek to the remote cabin she had peed herself.  Pike was pleased with that but would have rather SEEN her peeing rather than the end result.

	The black girl, Tosha, had also pissed herself; she had creamy skin and a bit more of a chest than Sara but less than Hanna.  Shoulder length soft black hair and some notable scars suggesting that the girl was a bit of a tomboy.
	Chip and Micah were the two twelve year old boys—Micah was a virgin but Chip was not.  Micah humped his hand, pillow, and bed while Chip humped his cousin Amy and best friend’s ten year old sister.  Dark haired Micah had mysterious looks about him—he was a curious fellow, reserved, easy going.  Charles “Chip” Moranack was adventurous, outgoing, and had thick blond hair with a lily white skin tone.  Both boys beheld extreme boyish looks and a bit of naiveness, too.
	Jill and Linda.  Pike didn’t know why he had them in the mix, they were too young at five years.  But they were apart of the group and caught up in the overwhelming melee the EMAD projected and therefore were “a part of the group.”
	Kami at seven years was too young, too; but like Jill and Linda she was a part of the group swept up by the amazing overwhelming powers of the nifty gadget Pike had come accustomed to.
	Ten year old Julie Pike found instant favor with.  He liked Hanna right off with Sara a strong second.  Julie, though, was in a category by herself.  Her face, hair style, everything about her filled Pike with a special desire.  Yes, it was to see her naked, no doubt there.  But there was more—the girl had amazing eyes almost bulging but not.  Then there was her smile revealing her two missing canines.  She had an remarkable face that was purely intoxicating.  And at ten years, the girl had budding breasts.
	She had also pissed herself.
	Frankie Shorn was beside himself; his mind was not his own after having sex with his own Mom AND spanking her!  Frankie just wasn’t the same.  There was no compunction for what he did—she was always beating him, roughing him up, cussing him out, bitching at him relentlessly for everything.  
	With Kali Kim already naked, young Frankie Shorn had his assignment.  The rest of the group were settled around the interior of the cabin—they were in need of refreshment, cooling off in the pond, and a bit of cleaning—but first!
	Frank’s cock had been hard from the get go; even after pulling out of his Mom’s pussy his puddling had remained stiff.  Something of an orgasm the boy had experienced but there had been no notable orgasmic result.  He humped his Mom’s tits with the strange nude man having the woman suck her son’s cock.  Then it was more spanking with Frank fucking her ass, too.

	There was no spanking for Kali (not at first); young Frank readily stripped off his clothes and though he had desires to schlepped his schlong to the three older girls he made his way to the one bed and to ten year old Kali Kim.
	Cohort Karl was about ready to bust himself; Karl, unlike Pike, had no reservations about the ages of the Subjects—he wanted to have a go at the already naked Kali Kim but was feasting on the younger ones.  Pike had no reservations and sitting in a chair at the spool table he had Hanna before him undressing her as Frankie did his thing with Kali Kim.
	Karl had Sara.
	It was a beginning.  New sidekick Frank took right to his task; he tried to firstly just size up the naked girl but his cock demanded attention and onto sex it was.  Pike and Karl watched the boy with some enthused enthusiasm; Pike had Hanna’s pants down as he was unable as of yet to initiate the EMAD to have the Subjects act out the commands.  “Walking” directions was the limit—mostly due to the mass mind sweep that had been sent out.  Pike hoped that as their minds settled to acceptance of being overwhelmed he could ease up on their mind-holds and thusly allow them to be themselves and be aware of what was happening to them—and be less zombie-like.
	But that would be later.  With Hanna’s pants down Pike distracted himself long enough from Frankie’s doings to return ogling his first delight.  Typical style panties for a girl her age, green with a dinosaur popping out of an egg on the front.  There was a meaning there, an underlying ulterior motive meaning.  Just what remained to be seen.  Running his hands up and down the girl’s tan legs Pike’s thrill increased.  It mattered not if she were a virgin—he was going to fuck her and fuck her hard.
	A moment of staring and off came her simple bluish short sleeved top revealing a dainty powder blue bra.  Nice.  Very nice.  Real nice.  It made quite the quandary—panties or bra?  Bra or panties?  Pike licked his lips wishing that the girl was of her own mind enough so as she would take her own clothes off.  But she wasn’t and Pike unhooked her dainty bra and freed for viewing her delightful young mounds.
	Delightful!

	Meanwhile,
	Sara had on a simple pair of basic white panties—with pink trim and pink bunnies all over them.  Karl had the girl’s top and trainer off then her pants; the man had a special fetish of seeing girls in their underwear (and young girls especially.)  

 	For as many as two minutes he simply observed the girl clad in her white panties with pink bunnies—turning her around to “observe” her dainty little girly ass then laying her across his lap smoothing his hand over her dainty ass before gently and still slowly sliding her panties to expose said dainty ass.
	Frankie, meanwhile, was humping his heart out on Kali Kim (and enjoying it ten-fold.)

	A new element there was to the shenanigans at the miner’s cabin, video!  There wasn’t a stick-lick of technology at the old abandoned cabin but Pike Elsworth instituted a simple set-up for videoing the goings on within.  Three cameras strategically placed with lighting and sound recording devices.  Power came by way of a small generator parked outside.
	After small introductions—Pike and Hanna, Karl and Sara, Frankie and Kali Kim, the “business” began.  There were still “introductions” to be made, of course, but now they would be captured on film…
	After much ogling of Hanna, to begin with, Pike lowered her panties and was delighted even more to see a slight light covering of poon pie hair covering her pussy.  His cock surged even more and though he tried to resist to allow his eyes to take in the girl’s nakedness—his fingers went exploring the new naked territory.
	Spanking was going on over at where Karl and Sara were—Sara’s naked ass was right at Pike’s attention causing him to become even more aroused than he already was.  The view of the eleven year old’s ass and the fact that the eleven year old was being bare handed spanked on her bare ass thrilled Pike to no end.  Her panties were at her knees, her lily white ass began to turn color and while she flailed about recklessly somewhat Pike could see her pussy.  The girl was still “controllably” but the longevity of her mindlock was waning and her awareness level was increasing; especially after being subjected to torture (i.e. spanking.)
	Kali Kim, too, was “aware” but only to a point; she was aware of getting laid but not aware of by who or by how.  The girl was highly confused and that high state of confusion kept her young mind locked up.
	The other members of the group remained as they were—their turns were coming up.  With Hanna naked and Pike had enjoyed all the ogling he could stand he slowly slipped off his clothing.  A dip in that pool would be good, he wanted to see the girls peeing, be peed on, but first!
	With a slight presence of eagerness in check Pike began fingering Hanna’s young pre-teen cunt up—working the magical treasure box so as it would be more delightfully pleasing for the presence of Pike’s key.

	There was no need in asking if she were a virgin—that was given.  She was a beauty, not a striking outstanding beauty but pretty in her own right—subtle beauty.  That smile, those eyes, her hair, the single braid reminiscent of Vikings delighted Pike—the girl had magical charm all her own and as soon as her pussy was lubed by her own juices Pike was settling her down onto his lap with his cock firstly up between her ass cheeks.  That was ok—not planned, but ok.  He held the girl—close to him, squeezing her young body blotting out all else going on around him.
	Karl had a finger exploring Sara’s asshole after turning her young ass fiery red.  Frankie Shorn had “finished” with Kali Kim and came over to take in what “Uncle” Karl was doing—cum dripped from his puddling; it was still hard and ready for continued action.  On the single bed, Kali Kim lay heaving in a sheen layer of sex sweat, her pussy broken and heaving cum and blood.
	After fingering-fingering-fingering Karl parted Sara’s cheeks.  Her awareness level was high and she was flailing more—that was ok with Karl, though—he liked a fighter (so long as he was still in control.)  With her cheeks parted, Karl nodded to the new sidekick and the boy stepped up unashamed about what he was doing, had done, or being naked in the presence of two strange men.
	Penetrating Hanna was heavy on Pike’s mind (and cock.)  The girl WAS a virgin—pussy, mouth, and asshole.  With propping Q&A Pike learned that she was just beginning to finger herself.  He also learned that she fingered a friend—a boy.  He wasn’t a boyfriend, just a childhood friend.
	‘Did the friend finger you, too?’ inquiring minds had to know.
	“Yes.” She answered aloud.
	‘We’re you naked?  The both of you?’
	“Yes.”
	Cool!
	Just masturbation, mutual pleasing of one another.  In Hanna’s bedroom while her parents were at work the two engaged in advanced anatomy studies.  Neither had siblings so they only had what they heard at school to go by, school books, and crude drawings on the bathroom walls.
	No sex—but that was “just around the corner.”  Pike wished he knew the boy as he would have included the horny explorer in the mix.  He was missing out!
	Oh well.

	With a ginger touch Pike maneuvered his aching prick against Hanna’s lovely body; gliding the glistening orb against her unbroken cunt.  The mindless girl sat still, mouth open a little, eyes staring straight (straight thru Pike which annoyed him.)  The girl’s nipples, though, did perk up.  Cum began to spurt from Pike’s prick, that helped lubricate Hanna’s entrance and slowly with effort and dire determination he began to make vaginal entry.
	The first piercing of Hanna’s pussy caused the girl to sail to awareness.  Her beautiful brown eyes suddenly came to light, her face changed to sudden awe with a little fright mixed in.  The head of Pike’s cock was in.  By manipulating the girl’s ass rising her up and keeping a stalwart grip on his johnny the head paved the way further into the virgin territory.
 	Hanna made small yelps of distress with quick breaths—her nipples hardened despite it all as there was no denying sexual furor.  The head of Pike’s dick was in and then a bit of shaft.  For her “first time” he wanted to be a little gentle—but that would only go so far.
	Young Frankie was “in”.  Fully immersed into Sara Kalckie’s asshole and was steadily pounding-pounding-pounding away.  Karl held the flailing girl firmly having her arms locked behind her back and smacking her ass to settle her when she flailed too much.  He smacked Frankie’s ass, too; but Frankie didn’t mind that as it was a part of the sex action.
	With his hands on her hips, Pike glided himself into the girl’s virgin sex; there was a little difficulty, anguish, discomfort but the deed was done with half the length of Pike’s Invader sliding in and out of the trench.  His eyes fluttered and his grip on the girl increased—so did his lust.  Somehow he managed to contain himself—somewhat, and take himself and Hanna to the bed.  Pushing Kali Kim to one side he laid Hanna out, cleaned off her cunny and his cock then reinserted for a vigorous fuck.
	Frankie pulled out shooting cum all over Sara’s lily white ass making audible sounds declaring his pleasure “Holy fuck yeah!” among others.  He was pleased and it did not matter the situation—kidnapping for sexual gratification.  Sara was turned around and after a bit of cleanup on Frankie’s Little Frankie, the girl was prompted into sucking the boy off—meanwhile, Karl out of his clothes eased his manhood into Sara’s fresh fucked poop chute and buried himself to the hilt.
	Pike hated finding compassion for his Subjects; there was no just grab the girl, get her naked and fuck her brains out.  He had feelings for her, an attachment that dissuaded him from penetrating her with vile determination not caring how much damage or physical hurt the act incurred.

	So Pike nipped full vaginal penetration and pulled out to hump the girl’s trench instead.  Looking to new sidekick Frankie he thought the boy could be used to help break Hanna in.  Of course, that was the underlying premise for the videoing of the group.
	Karl did not hold the same feelings as Pike and dramatically rammed his rod into Sara’s shitter with a strong grip to her hips.  Her cries of distress were muffled by Frankie’s cock filling her mouth.  The girl’s “awareness” level was becoming more and more.
	Frankie’s cock exploded in Sara’s mouth.  The boy humped hard getting as much out as possible entwined with the pleasure of ejaculating; then, after pulling out shot a little more onto the girl’s face.
	“Fuck her face.” Karl said schooling the boy.
	Frank took right to it and placed his throbbing cum shooter against the girl’s face and began “fucking.”  Pike was pleased and with the remote switch in his hand directed Camera Two to take in the misdeed.  Frank enjoyed Face Fucking and managed to anoint the hapless girl’s hair with a little more of his love.

*

	The weekend was going to be short with most of it gone already but Pike had to settle the distraught Sara—then go to each of the others and lightly dink with their minds, too.  It was a tiring task and very involved; Karl and Frankie took off to the pond and didn’t return until sunrise.  By then, Pike had dinked with the group good enough to release the EMAD’s hold on their minds and allow them to be somewhat themselves.  They would follow commands and be slightly aware of what their surroundings were but that was about it.
	Pike then took Hanna and Sara with him to the pond…
	After a bit of breakfast for Karl and the kids it was back to business.
	Taking the one chair Karl brought the one black girl to him, Tosha.
	Frankie got the go ahead to have his way with “whoever”—“break ‘em in.” he was told.  Frankie was cool with that and chose eight year old Kathy straightaway.

	After having a bottle of water and waiting a few minutes in the refreshing pond water Hanna and Sara had to pee.  Pike was delighted,
	“I have to pee.” Hanna announced.  Pike’s cock already at full mast sprung to the sky.  After helping the girls out of the pond he stood them off to one side and after a bit they began to relieve themselves.

	Pike was elated—and he knew it would be better filmed.  Time for that later.  Hanna’s piss stream was hard—she really had to go.  Sara’s started out slowly then picked up as gravity rallied is discourse.  Pike didn’t know why he was so fascinated with seeing girls pee—he just was.  As they peed he masturbated.  Sara finished first although she had started second.  Pike put his finger to her pissy pussy and rummaged about the soft poon, caressing her ass and becoming very aroused.
	Hanna’s piss finally drained out and Pike caressed her, too.
	Both girls pleased him, but there were the boys in the cabin, too!
	First the girls, though.
	Though time was really of the essence—he needed (preferred) at least a decent uninterrupted week, he caressed the girls.  There were no words to describe the elation he felt as his hands danced over the fine ripe young naked bodies.  Squeezing them together was orgasmic!  They smelled good despite their already harrowing ordeal, a little musty and in need of a bath.
	Squeezing Hanna to himself caused an eruption of strange to unique feelings indescribable.  On his knees he held the girl closely into him, squeezing her young body and smelling of her strawberry scented hair.  The girl was wondrous and soon he was delving his tongue into her mouth.  His hands smoothed over her ass and then her backside inciting his passion to an even higher level than it already was.
	After a minute or so Pike laid the girl down on the soft warm sand, parted her legs and made love to her.  She was partly aware but not quite aware that it was a MAN sliding his dick into her sex—in her mind, Hanna’s friend not-her-boyfriend was doing the honors.
	Sara was put on her hands and knees, ‘get on your hands and knees’ she was told and she complied.  Pike admired the girl’s ass, legs, and position.  His cock swelled even more so as he enjoyed the viewing of the girl—smoothing his hand over Sara’s ass got his cock raging all the more with only an inch or so left from full penetration into Hanna’s quim.
	In the cabin, Karl’s masterful cock was also most of the way in (into Tosha Carrington’s cunt.)  The girl was mostly aware but still controllable.  Karl had the pleasure of having the girl undress herself and like Pike, he enjoyed seeing her pissy clothes.  She, Julie, and Sara, and peed themselves on their way in from town—so had little Jill and Linda.  Once naked, Karl found a tracking device that was a part of her wrist watch.  Scurrying quickly he found others like devices on the other children and quickly destroyed them.  He hoped it wasn’t too late and would have to let Pike know—later.  But first!

	While Karl manipulated his gangly cock into Tosha’s smooth virtually hairless cunt, naughty oh-so naughty Frankie manipulated his into five year old Jill Mason.  The little girl struggled somewhat in her confines (mind) but with a smack to her ass she settled and accepted her fate.  Frankie’s cock was rock hard but he applied his tongue to the little girl’s pussy first—as per being schooled by the masters, Pike and Karl.
	He didn’t mind the pissy taste there to greet him, either.  In facts, it seemed to entice him or something.  The more he licked and lapped the more the little girl released more of her bladder’s special water.  Frankie parted the girl’s legs and drove his tongue wickedly into her crevice, slipping a finger into her equally very virginal asshole.
	But Frankie could only endure tonguing poon so long.  His young cock was in agony and soon he was up between Jill’s legs gliding his cock HARD against her innocent cunt.  And after scrunching his hardened prick to the max against said cunt he began the earnest maneuver of penetration.
	Tosha had been penetrated—the expression on her stoic face told the tale there—her eyes of oily black expressed incredible awe with her usually calm face exploding into a plethora of unimaginable mixed emotions from Awe to OMG!
	Karl not so gingerly gripped the girl’s ass hips and rode her up and down his invading prong.  The girl exhibited bouts of extreme emotions as well as struggles to breathe and comprehend the event happening to her.  She just couldn’t cross over the threshold of understanding.  Karl slammed his cock into her finally releasing his special love cream minutes later.

	Sara received special love cream, too; to her asshole.  Pike humped his fill of Hanna, pulled out (just in time) and slid his schlong into Sara’s awaiting hole.  The pumping began directly with gusto!  The tide of orgasmic pleasures was right there—right there at the pivotal point of elaborate explosion.  The threshold held, though, allowing Pike to hump Sara’s ass a minute and a half before there was no choice but to allow the eruption to come henceforth.
	And henceforth it did come—a great masterful quantity of special love cream squirting deeply into the girl’s ass.  Holding her hips Pike slammed with some fortitude soundly into Sara’s crapper straining as the jutting of cum began.  The threshold of ecstasy wasn’t long lasting so he had to make the best of it.

	 The tide of vileness surged up into Pike’s psyche—a vileness that constituted an eagerness to be more horrendous than he already was; more than a monster.  An undeniable feeling of supreme wickedness to sweep away any possible “caring” for those he buggered and raped; the feeling to sail over his usual demeanor of being a calm was being dashed.
	Sara began to make cries of distress that became louder and louder as the strange nude man’s cock was fully slamming into her asshole.  
	“Oh my God!  It hurts!  It hurts!” she cried out, “Please, please take it out!”
	And Pike did.

	“Is she going to be alright?”
	The concern was genuine and accepted.  Karl wiped down Jill Mason’s cunt as well as the perpetrator who broke the cunt causing it to be wiped down.
	“Oh, yeah,” Karl replied, “fuck it a couple of more times and it will be good.”  ‘and don’t forget to plug the asshole and mouth a couple of times, either!’
	After Jill, and Tosha, the two naughty bastards sized up their next prey.  Frankie still chose the young as he feasted his eyes on the other five year old, Linda.
	Karl looked to Kathy, Kami, and Julie but selected for himself one of the twelve year old boys, Micah.  Both Micah and his friend, Charles “Chip” Gavin were at the peak of their awareness level but still controllable.  Barely.  The boys could see what was going on around them and were horrified by it all—but on the other hand, they had boners, too.
	Both lads were frightened, and rightly so.  But curiosity was in them parlaying to add to their confusion about their situation.  Micah resisted as much as he could but the strange nude man who stood menacingly before him with a half flaccid cock dripping cum insisted—insisted that he take off his clothes.
	“I-I gotta pee.” Micah wailed as he struggled NOT to take off his clothes.
	Karl smiled and folding his belt he eyed the boy, “take ‘em off or I’ll rip them off and then rip your skin.”
	Micah tried to hold his emotions in but failed.  He didn’t care for the threat and knew from what he had already seen that the man was serious.  Slowly with trembling fingers he pulled off his shirt and slid down his pants revealing the fact that he DID have a hard-on inside his tidy-whiteys.

	Karl eyed the boy with a slight smile; his cold steel eyes bared down on the boy conveying to him, “keep going, you aint done yet.”
	Micah felt himself convulsing as he kicked off his shoes and then stepped out of his pants and then underwear.  The need to pee was great with him and already there was seepage as the boy struggled to keep from peeing without doing so into a toilet.
	As Frankie put his cock against Linda Torkle’s cunt, Micah relieved himself against Tosha’s black ass.  The girl on her hands and knees spread her legs wide, head down onto the decaying floorboards wept as the nude friend pissed onto her fresh fucked still smoldering asshole.  When he was done the strange nude man directed him to “fuck it” implying that Micah was to enter into that strange realm known as sodomy.  It was a new experience for the twelve year—but then, so was sex as a whole.
	Micah didn’t really have too much trouble getting into Tosha’s hole, his cock was hard and the intended hole had just been fucked—and then pissed on.  As soon as penetration began the irresistible feeling that was orgasmic swept over him and he began pumping automatically on his own.
	Karl landed a few swats of the belt to the boy’s ass “just because.”

	An hour could have been spent with one of the others, Julie specifically occupied his mind.  There was that Chinese girl, Kami; the pretty lily white girl, Kathy, too.  There, too, was just watching what Frankie and cohort Karl were doing.  But Pike wiled away the hour with Hanna and Sara in the pond.  The mysterious healing waters of the secluded pond helped heal the girls from the outrageous fucking they had received.  
	The girls were “aware” but limited in their ability to react—their affected minds were “stuck” preventing them from fighting back or running off.  A week.  Pike needed a week, or more!  Teenage girls, Chinese girls, maybe some Japanese, Korean, Polynesian and Hawaiian girls, too!  Indian girls, American Indian as well as those from India; some Aussie girls, English, German, Spanish, Irish lassies.  
	Cheerleaders!
	Band geek girls.
	Innocent girls who were clueless in the realms of sex.
	Thirteen to eighteen year old girls; black, white, yellow, whatever.
	Not too much into the “chunky” gals; size 14 about the limit there.
	Tall, short; tomboy, shy, introverted, happy-go-lucky, gymnastic.
	With an EMAD—all things were possible.
	After an hour and he felt his nuts shriveling up—it was time to get out and mosey back to the cabin.

*

	It wasn’t an easy task but it was a task he got into—little Linda grunted as she was grinded from being “tasked”.  Behind her doing the tasking was the new sidekick, Frankie, and he was hard into his task with his prick buried into the little girl’s ass.
	Chip was pretty much on his own but still held into compliance jut a little (if he truly fought back the mind attack he could overwhelm EMAD’s affect and effectively be wholly his own.)  Then, of course, there was the “what then?”
	Naked Karl stood behind the boy as he (Chip) leaned against the corrugated tin wall, legs spread.  Tosha, Micah, Frankie watched as Chip was pressed against and fondled via the “reach around.”  Micah having pissed on Tosha’s ass fucked it and then sat on the floor against the wall taking his friend’s dick into his mouth.
	The rest of the cabinites were also “coming around”; the mysterious powers of the EMAD were loosening the hold on their minds.  Maybe a good thing—maybe not.
	Just as Karl began to make anal entry into Chip’s hole than did Pike and the girls come in.  The girls stood just inside the door with their mouths dropping at the horror they saw within.
	“Oh my God!” uttered Sara.  Hanna was speechless.
	Pike pushed (gently) the girls further into the cabin but they couldn’t take their eyes off of their friends, Chip and Micah.  Micah was aware that the girls were there; he closed his eyes and was a little emotional—it was one thing to be seen doing the naughty (cocksucking) in the presence of the others, but he didn’t want to be seen sucking dick by Hanna, Sara, or Tosha.  And then for that matter, he didn’t want to be seen sucking cock by anyone.
	There was no stopping getting hard; Chip couldn’t deny the feeling of getting blown despite the fact that it was from his friend, Micah.  He resisted humping but there was hip-humping movement anyways ‘cause the strange naked man behind him was sodomizing him forcing him to pump action anyway.
	Standing behind Sara Pike put his hands on the girl’s shoulder; he watched his buddy with the boys then changed direction to smile at Frankie’s doings.  It wasn’t going to get any better than this!
	(unless there were a team of naked cheerleaders…)
	While Karl continued his work, Pike continued his.  Directing Hanna and Sara over to the bed where Frankie had just finished, Pike had Hanna go to her knees to the floor then la her body across the bed.

	Sara then was positioned on the bed with her lovely poon to Hanna’s face.  Pike then settled himself down between Hanna’s outstretched legs his cock right up against her lovely simply-fucking lovely ass cheeks.  Frankie’s cock was in agony—it steamed and he flogged it some as he sat at the foot of the bed trying to calm down from his event with Linda.
	Kathy, Kami, Julie were in tears as they watched the horror displayed about them.  Hanna had to part her own cheeks to allow the masterful cock of the strange nude man penetrated her (again.)  Pike’s eyes were focused solely on Sara; her face, breasts, and pussy being eaten out by her friend, Hanna.
	When his cock was buried as much as it could be into Hanna’s hole Pike then smiled and nodded to Frankie who got up and straddling Hanna’s shoulders got his stinky stank monster to go into Sara’s not so willing ‘but- I’ll-suck-it anyways mouth.  The boy began to pump, rubbing his ass, spanking himself, squeezing his ass and fully enjoying his deed.
	Sara—not so much.
	The girl made faces, retched, and even gagged but managed not to throw up.  Frankie fucked her mouth and then her pretty face giving her a little cum and then he was done and done.
	It was quite a scene to see and the video cameras captured it all.

*

Who are you?
I Am Fuck, Fuck of the Mountain!
	Hanna, Sara, Tosha sat in disbelief with Julie, and the little ones watching as Micah and Chip sodomized one another (as well as be sodomized by the two strange nude men.)  There, too, was a fair amount of spanking involved, the boys spanking one another specifically as well as having a belt lashing their young asses.
	But not too hard—three swift swats to Chip’s ass and three to Micah’s ass.  The boys had to bare hand spank one another and then—then, while on his knees sucking one of the strange nude men Micah received a rim job from Chip.  	It was an absolute horrifying event that greatly repulsed the boys—licking out an asshole was just too much.  They, too, though, had to put a hickie on each cheek, suck the testicle sack and then give head until the cock spewed.  Plus they had to butt fuck one another (until cumming off.)
	“Now you wont have to do that anymore.” Pike told them.
	“Now you get to do it to the girls.” Karl added.
	“All of them!” Frankie chimed in happily.

	Before the boys did what they had done to each to the girls, Pike took Julie outside.  Karl stood before little eight year old Kathy and blatantly masturbated in her face space.  The little girl was horrified; her emotional state was all over the place—mostly fright, fear, and repulsion.  
	Sara Kalckie had been all those but as the strange nude man masturbated in Kathy’s face she got a little mad.  Tosha was sickened by what the men were doing; Hanna was afraid and highly concerned.  When the strange nude masturbating man began to put his cock into Kathy’s mouth—angered Sara charged.
	“Watch out!” Frankie yelled giving himself away as not a part of the collective kidnapped group.
	Karl saw the girl charging and backhanded her sending her toppling over the rising Hanna and Tosha who were in the process of charging.
	“PIKE!” Karl called out foolishly using calling his friend by his real name.
	Pike barged into the cabin with cum dripping from his rigid prong.
	“What got a problem with them.” Karl said to him.
	More mind dinking was in order.  It was a time consuming process and took away from the other events Pike would rather enjoy.  It made the weekend shorter than it already was.  But it was necessary—for security, the girls’ minds and mind set, and security.  The mind dinking the second time allowed Pike in the new go-round to instill a new way of life for the girls, a sexual one.  They would be more free to explore themselves—and each other.  They would be more willing to give freely of themselves to horny boyfriends.  
	They were easier to control, more susceptible to the minding inputs, more calm about the situation surrounding them.  Not effected were the little ones; Jill, Linda, Kathy, Kami, and even Julie who was ten years young but the strain of the EMAD effecting the older ones negated Julie from being like them.
	She was still controllable and willing to be submissive.  In no way shape or form did she want to be spanked (or tortured.)  She was still scared and frightened, though; and rightly so.  When Pike had escorted her outside she didn’t know what to think; her first thoughts were she was going to be killed; then the strange nude man told her “take off your clothes” while standing her to one side of the cabin.  After getting out of her clothes the man stood before her masturbating asking her verbal questions:
	“do you finger yourself?”  “have you seen a boy your age naked?”  “have you ever seen your Daddy naked?”  “have you ever been molested?”  “do you want to see a boy your age (or older) naked?”
	Julie answered the questions then took over masturbating the man’s cock—just before she put her lips to the cock there was a commotion from inside the cabin.  After quelling the rebellion and spending a precious time consuming amount of time rewiring the older kids, Pike returned to Julie who was warming his heart and soul.
	Then she warmed his cock as she sucked it.
	Karl took to Kathy while Frankie took to Kami.
	Julie Lorraine had seen boys her age naked, playing with themselves, and peeing (in the woods while camping).  Occasionally she saw her Daddy naked, no big deal.  She had never been molested and had not begun to do so unto her self (fingering.)
	She wasn’t totally clueless or naïve; she wasn’t blind to masturbation, self-stimulation.  There was an awareness of sex, sex acts, self-sex.  A curiosity filled the girl as she wondered about self-stimulating herself with a candle, cucumber, banana, or any other sort of round object befitting that of stimulating a dainty unfucked cunt.
	Once more did Pike get the girl to stimulate him.  Julie was naturally timid—it couldn’t be helped.  Tosha eyed the doings with a cold staring eye while sitting beside her was Sara who seethed.  Neither girl, though, was capable any longer of making trouble.  The EMAD had successfully nipped their ability to “charge” or refuse commands—on the flipside, though, the EMAD was tolerant and allowed the girls to “be themselves.”
	In that, Pike worried slightly about their Short Term Memory effect.  When the business at the cabin was concluded, could he wipe their young minds of the horror?  If not all—could he wipe their minds of himself and his cohorts?  That was more important.
	Julie’s mouth went down the lengthy prong; her pretty eyes of sky blue were closed tight.  She showed no emotion but was still upset.  Remarkably she held her fear and disgust to herself and performed the ordeal nicely receiving a slight reward for her efforts.
	Pike humped her sweet face anointing her head with a little more cum.  Thereafter he would need a few hours (if not a day) to recover enough in his sperm producing factories to anoint more.  After a moment of face fucking he hoisted the sweet girl onto the spool table, opened her legs and enjoyed a minute of gawking at her seeet young naked hairless cunt—then went down on it for a few minutes of delicious noshing.
	Karl did likewise to Kathy while Frankie was into Kami’s butt—first with his tongue and the immediately with his cock.  Tosha and Sara seethed hatred while Chip and Micah though were equally disgusted and horrified also had hard-ons.

	Kathy was a very sweet little girl, very innocent, curious, and all kinds of naïve.  She was getting a hell of an education, though.  The shock of what went on around her mostly kept her from being overly emotional.  She was scared, that was a given; but she also seemed to take what went on in a strange stride measure.
	The spanking abuse was a bit much and that made her upset.  But the oral copulation between the boys had been surprisingly awing to her; as well as the anal, masturbation, and the out-and-out fucking right before her eyes.
	“What’s that stuff?” she had asked after Chip had spurted his cum onto Micah’s face.
	“Baby making stuff.” Pike told her, “to make babies when they are older—right now that stuff isn’t potent.” He smiled at the sweet little girl who had baby fat on her cheeks, a decent body for her age (eight); curly brown hair, green eyes, and a beautiful child—‘specially when naked.
	After fingering out Kathy, Karl laid the little wonder on a pile of mixed clothing and bedding.  Opening her legs wide somewhat frightened the girl—she was a little jazzed about the fingering but was still embarrassed.  At age eight, though, the little wonder was wise enough to know that she was in deep shit.  Making trouble, being trouble, causing trouble, or refusing the troubles the troublemakers troubled would cause undue trouble to her.  She knew that so she relented.  It was still troubling, though.
	With her cunny all worked up sending incredible previously unknown feelings scampering throughout her body, Karl laid beside her to continue fingering, pressing his wicked manhood against her thigh before pressing said manhood against her cunt.
	“Oh my God!” whispered loudly Tosha,
	“He’s going to rape her!” finished Sara.  Both girls were highly disgusted and sat shaking their heads as the watched the larger of the two strange naughty men put his cock to Kathy’s cunt.
	There was no penetration, however; Karl merely laid his dick to the girl’s trench and humped.  He pressed in hard to the sex entrance, strained the skin of his flute, gouged the slit of love but did not penetrate.  He let his gifted fingers and tongue do that task.
	Kami grunted as she was hounded by the dog, Frankie.  A little tongue action to the Chinese girl’s pooter, then some righteous fingering of the hole followed by the boy’s bigger finger.  The seven year old clung to the bedding and mixed clothing gripped in fear and anguish unable to utter much more than grunts as her asshole was invaded by a marauder.

	Pike found a growing love with Julie.  He had at first had a longing for Hanna, then Julie filled another void.  He wanted her—he wanted her for himself.  But how could he?  How could he explain her?  How could he keep her?
	In the basement?  As a personal sex toy? 
	That was a possibility.
	But no, he didn’t want her that way.  He wanted her to be with him, to go shopping, mall hopping; to the beach, to the mountains, to his bed.  He wanted to take her places, be with her as a Father/Daughter should.  And at night when they bedded down they would share his bed.  
	They would shower together; he would pee on her, spank her but not in a harsh disciplinarian manner.  He would fill her pussy, mouth, and asshole with his love tool (and subsequent cream) and care for her.  Forever he wished she would remain at her current age of ten; but then again, watching her grow to a mature woman would be pleasing, too.
	After several minutes of lingering eating her pussy out the time had come for the Big Finger.  No matter how many times Pike told her to “relax, just relax” the ten year old just couldn’t do it and tensed up as the mighty dong invaded her cunny.  Her beautiful eyes exploded as the presence of the cock surged into her sex.
	Karl held Kathy tightly to his sweaty body and made adjustments to the video camera number one so as it would zero in on the penetration of Julie in progress.  (and just a note; the perpetrators, Pike, Karl, and sidekick, Frankie, wore half masks, Zorro masks, Lone Ranger, etc. to hide partially their faces.  This as Pike was unsure just how much of a mind wipe he could do and it was therefore a security issue.)

	Not forgetting the first three—Davy, Bethany, and Kali Kim.
	Pike’s absorption with Julie wasn’t long lasting; oh he still had a fondness for her to be sure—but with time growing short the task at hand was to spread the love around.  Kali Kim had already been loved on by Frankie—Pike took his turn but barely had the strength to do so.  Julie wore him out and a dutiful “rest” was in order.  But time—there simply wasn’t sufficient time to take for one’s self.
	After wiping down Julie Lorraine, fingering her pussy and assuring that after repeated fuckings her pussy wouldn’t be so sore.  She also would need to “take it in the ass” a few times as well as gobble dong on a regular basis.  Thereafter, Pike lightly spanked her butt, continued to finger her and love on her (with his cock) and then she announced her need to pee.
	Pike was elated.

	Outside the cabin the girl spread her legs while standing and while standing relieved herself.  Her embarrassment was still great but her fear held her in check.  She had decided to “deal with it” and not let fear sway her.  So she tolerated the varied abuse, being raped, fingered, pissed on, spanked, and peeing in front of a strange nude man.
	   Pike focused on her peeing pussy and got a tremendous hard-on.  His cock ached and ached terribly—too much action.  The EMAD was a curse in more ways than one.  He hoped that in the future he would limit his exploits to “just a few”, like four being the absolute limit for naughty business.  But that, of course, was not a resolution and not set in concrete.
	After her pee, Julie once more was directed to handle Pike’s cock.
	Inside the cabin, a great quantity of sperm had been splashed onto Kathy’s sweet-sweet face.  It was all that Karl could give—he was empty.  His cock smoldered and was going to be awhile before it got hard enough or even stimulated enough to put into anyone’s hole.
	Pissed off Sara was tasked to lick Kathy’s face clean.  When she had done so, Kathy was sent to the bed while Sara “bent over.”  Hands on her knees, legs spread, sucking Karl’s cock.  Like little Julie, Karl had to endure.  His cock was in agony.  Agony.  To be over stimulated would be an understatement but he endured.
	After enduring he had the other pissed off girl, Tosha, to come and put her face into Sara’s ass.  A rim job.  Tosha was even more pissed than ever but mostly repulsed at the vile task.  She couldn’t resist, though, and her emotions to act out resistance had been nipped.  Chip and Micah sitting on the floor by the bed watched in mixed emotions—with standing boners.  The boys were naturally disgusted and sickened by the mistreatment of Kathy, Kami, Bethany and then the older girls—but they were still turned on, too; mostly the mistreatment of the older girls, even Julie, displaced their moral fibers.
	When after a few minutes of Tosha licking out Sara’s ass, she got to step aside and Chip Gavin came up and pressed into the girl’s asshole his cock.  They were friends, their parents were friends and they had all been traveling touring the country on a sort of History lesson hands-on.
	‘have you wanted to fuck her?’
	There was a pause—a long lingering pause that even interrupted the boy’s shagging of his friend.  The boy’s hands were clamped tightly to Sara’s ass; Sara’s mouth clamped loosely about Pike’s dong as Karl sidestepped unable continue as his cock (like Pike’s) was in dire agony.

	Pike’s yearning for Julie was intense; after “handling” Pike’s cock she was led to kiss it and then “just suck the head”.  That was followed by more face fucking.  Pike was highly enamored by the girl, she was incredible.  Not overly pretty, not outstanding in any particular feature—but there was just something about her that warmed Pike.
	And it annoyed him.  So after getting highly stimulated with the girl he abruptly left the session with the girl, bringing her inside to see what was going on in the cabin.  He liked what he saw (Tosha’s face in Sara’s ass AND the boys sitting nearby with raging boners.)
	After Karl shook his head quoting “no más!” Pike took up position schlepping his salami into Sara’s willing mouth.  He locked eyes with Chip and began probing the boy’s mind for needful information.
	‘ever want to fuck your Mom?’
	The question was so shocking the boy was stymied—and then some.
	Pike saw an image in the boy’s mind of him watching his Mom and her boyfriend fuck—SHE was on top.  SHE was on top!  Young Chip didn’t know a woman could be on top, too.  He saw “Bill’s” dick, his ball sac and his dick going into his Mom’s pussy.
	His Mom’s pussy.
	It made Chip moan and groan with utter desire.  Yes, yes, yes!  He did desire to FUCK HIS MOM.  Big time.  She was beautiful and Chip had always admired her.  When jerking off he thought of her straightaway—followed by other girls he knew and desired.
	‘Julie?’
	Yes.
	‘Tosha, Hanna?’
	Yes—Yes.
	‘Sara?  Jill?’
	Yes—Yes.
	No hesitation on “Jill.”  Riding together in the RV and Chip saw the little girl in her panties; he heard her fart, saw her pee in her pants and saw her getting changed.  He had seen five year old Linda completely naked one evening; Hanna he had caught a glimpse of in her panties.  Tosha he had heard fart and Sara he had heard peeing in the RV bathroom (and farting!)
	With Pike’s probing he learned the boy had unnatural desires to be naughty with the young girls.  He wasn’t so much into really making penetration into the young girls, maybe Julie—maybe into Kathy’s mouth.  Linda and Jill were just too young—he’d just rather see them naked, finger them, lick them, and have them play with his dick.  Just that and nothing more.

*

Welcome to Quartzton
	More spy games; something disturbing this way cums
	Refreshments.  A natural requirement that no one ever had enough of.  The ice in the two ice chests just didn’t hold up well in the scorching heat no matter how much ice, insulation, and placed in a cool shady place.  A great deal of hanky and panky had been done in the cabin and after a respite at the pool, Pike made way to nearby Quartzton to replenish depleted supplies.  One more night was allotted to spend at the cabin and then it was back home to drudgery life—until the next weekend!
	A cute little girl bouncing on one of those pogo-stick things caught Pike’s attention.  Of course she did!  Priorities first, though—sustenance before malfeasance.   
	Quartson was a small town where for some reason there was a populace.  Not great in population and the numbers varied from time to time and season to season.  Miners, prospectors, people who just really wanted to ditch society and “get away from it all.”  There was the general store and—that was about it.  The store housed amenities as well as served as a post office and gather spot.  A small barn served as a meeting hall; a huge water tower served to serve them.  A few houses, mostly trailers, with one resident having a bomb shelter to serve as his home.
	It was a quaint place and people came to explore the surrounding hills for the elusive gold, silver, and other assorted treasures left over from the “good ole days” of yore.
	After making his purchases and returning to his ride, he took note of the other priority in his life.  He wasn’t alone in this observation of the bouncing girl.  A boy, about fourteen or so, hid among the debris piles along the road leading into town—watching.
	With the sweat rolling down his neck, his stomach growling, and a desire to soak in that special pond, Pike did something he didn’t think he would ever do—pass up an opportunity.
	It bugged him, though.
	After filling the ice chests, checking on the group in the cabin and then hustling half of them to the pond for refreshment outside the body, Pike once more made himself scarce.
	By the time he returned to Quartston the second time it was evening type time.  The sun was gone but it was still just light enough to see.  Pike got a strange feeling, not unique but familiar, causing him to shut the motor of the new custom van off a mile before the remote desert town.

	After sitting a while, Pike initiated the Shimmer Effect and got out of the van.  He felt something was amiss.  Something.  But what?  He scanned the area feeling only the heat left over from the day.  He heard some early evening bats; a coyote howled his announcement out in the nearby desert hills.  But somewhere out there, somewhere close, there was something else.
	Something disturbing.

	He knew she was out there, somewhere.  He had tracked the girl for a little while, got distracted by other business and then returned to following his Target, Mindy Sturngoode.  Sure she was merely eleven years old—but she was the only girl in the one-horse town who was a permanent resident.  She was the only one who was “possible” if you know what I mean.
	Coming up over a berm and Brad Hunter, fifteen, instantly dropped to his knees.  He had found his Target but something was amiss.  Sneaking up over the dirt debris he saw in the fading light of day little Mindy laying prone on the ground with her pogo-stick off to one side.  So was her Mom, Melinda, who had earlier spooked Brad as she had come looking for her daughter.
	Then something more caught Brad’s eye.
	There was someone else, by Melinda.
	Brad held fast where he was, nothing moved—nothing stirred.  There were some pesky bats screeching/echoing in the air, that coyote, but nothing else.  Someone was having a barbeque in town—Brad was sick of barbeque and wanted to go to the city where there was better food—and girls!
	Slowly Brad pulled himself over the berm.  No one was moving.
	Something was amiss.
	And who was the guy?
	Dead.
	As Brad came closer slinking this way and that and reaching little Mindy first, the man’s oddly twisted body suggested a life gone.  Brad could see Mindy was breathing, so was her Mom, Melinda.  Patting Mindy’s face he tried to awaken her—but she refused.  Out of concern he ran his hands up and down her young body—a boy scout thing although he spent only one Summer as a boy scout.  No head wound, no broken bones, she was just “lifeless” without being dead.
	Then he heard the beeping.
	What the hell was that?
	Melinda Sturngoode was breathing and laying prone, partially on her side with a good sized stone in her hand and a cast off cast iron skillet in the other.  Brad sat on his knees contemplating—“what the fuck?”

	The beeping got his attention back—it was from Melinda herself, her watch.  Brad wasn’t sure but figured it to be one of those EMAD Preventor things.  Checking the man out he found that he was not breathing and had two huge head wounds upside his head.
	Mindy’s pants were undone, unfastened and unzipped.  It didn’t take long for Brad to finger it out—especially after Brad found the remote control-like device.  He had no clue how to use them but was well of them and what they were for.  The man had used the EMAD on Mindy and had possibly been caught off-guard by Melinda coming up on them.  A melee of some type ensued with Melinda bashing the man upside the head with the rock and the skillet.  The man slipped on the loose sand and fell by the wayside—deader than a doornail.
	Why Melinda was unconscious was unknown.  Brad examined the EMAD but couldn’t make any idea about it and left it alone.  Somehow, the EMAD had gotten Melinda’s mind just after she had bashed the man.  Brad’s first thoughts were to make for town and get help.  There was no sheriff or even a mayor, but there was Doc Hudson and the founder of Quartzton, Mick Vasser.  
	But then Brad’s second thoughts were something else entirely.
	Mindy seemed alright, physically speaking.  So was her Mother.  No help was needed.  Brad looked around, found himself alone (so he thought) and stared at the mindless Mindy.
	He stared and stared and was about as mindless as the little girl.  Then, after a look to the man and to Melinda, Brad Plunt, on his own will, pulled down Mindy’s pants.
	He did!
	Typical white panties with pink trim (and a famous cartoon character (from the sea) emblazoned on the front panel.)  Brad scoffed at the depiction muttering something that sounded like “tuna”.  A moment or two of gawking at the girl in her panties then those were tugged down as well.
	More gawking followed with Brad unzipping his pants and hauling out his cock.  He gave it a stroke, a squeeze, a generous fondle and then pressed his fingers to Mindy’s cunt.  He nearly squirted right then and there.  Nearly out of his mind the boy lay beside the girl staring mindlessly at her sweet-sweet face all the while fingering her pussy.
	Shaking and trembling the boy worked off the girl’s pants and panties, sniffing the crotch and taking in the naked pussy bared before him.  There was no stopping him—he went down firstly to give the poon a lick.  Seeing no reaction from the girl, or her Mommy laying nearby, the naughty oh-so naughty Brad moved up and began penetration.

	It sort of mattered—then sort of didn’t matter than Mindy Sturngoode was merely eleven years young.  Brad didn’t care.  He sort of did—but then again he sort of didn’t.  All that mattered was getting his dick into her pussy.  For too long since his arrival in the asshole of the universe did Mindy taunt him—tight pants, short-short shorts, skimpy bathing suit; her smile, her blue eyes, blond hair, smallish breasts—all were too tantalizing and the young girl also flirted with him.
	Brad thought that maybe—maybe in time he and she would “hook up.”  But it was a big maybe.  He couldn’t trust a girl, they were evil—piss her off and she’d rat his ass out.  And that would be bad.
	Grinding firstly up and down the girl’s pussy was fantastic.  He humped with glee grinding his cock hard against the fantastically soft pussy.  Sperm spurts had soiled the girl’s poon and Brad waited no longer.  He wasn’t sure but one time—one time he was out behind his own house jerking off and he thought he saw someone spying on him.  He wasn’t sure but he thought it was Mindy.  Maybe not—but the choices in Quartzton were slightly limited.
	With the head of his cock gouging its way into the virgin territory, Brad was on his way.  His cock strengthened (hard enough to break bricks) and breeched the thin membrane guarding Mindy’s virginity status.  There was, then, a slightly notable “awareness” from the young hapless girl; she screwed up her face, contorting it in a manner suggesting pain and discomfort.  As Brad settled into humping the girl relaxed; her nipples perked up and her little fingers dug into the warm desert sand.  Brad wasn’t fully in but close counts.
	The drive to make full cock length penetration was great and demanding.  Mindy’s cunt was accepting or accommodating but Brad persisted.  He moved his pelvis about some, gyrating this way and that with his cock straining to the max with only half the way along.
	Finally, after three minutes of serious humping driving his dick most of the way into Mindy’s cunt, Brad’s cock began releasing gobs of seminal fluid.  Gobs.  A massive feeling of relief seethed throughout the young boy’s bod; he moaned, shuddered, and felt his cock cumming off sending more incredible sensations through his body.
	“Oh, FUCK!” he yelled out as he pulled out shooting more cum up Mindy’s body.  It was the most fantastic even he had ever had.
	But of course, more was to cum.