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

Gentle thoughts for today: 
Birds of a feather flock together. (and crap on your car)
A penny saved is a government oversight. 
The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right time, but also to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment. 
The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight; because by then your body and your fat have gotten to be really good friends. 
The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement. 
Did you ever notice:  The Roman Numerals for forty (40) are ' XL.' 
If you think there is good in everybody, you haven't met everybody. 
If you can smile when things go wrong--you have someone in mind to blame.  
The sole purpose of a child's middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble. 
There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it.  For example; I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt. 
Did you ever notice:  When you put the 2 words “The” and “IRS” together it spells “Theirs.”  
Aging:  Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it. 
The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for. 
Some people try to turn back their odometers.  Not me, I want people to know “why” I look this way.  I’ve traveled a long way and some of the roads weren’t paved. 
When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra. 
You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks. 
One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young. 
First you forget names; then you forget faces.  Then you forget to pull up your zipper.  (It’s worse when you forget to pull it down.) 
Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft.  Today, it's called golf. 
*

Continuing from the previous continuance 
	Sara Kalchkie winced but didn’t call out as the leather belt kissed her bare ass with a dramatic sting.  It was the third “kiss” and Sara thought she would literally come out of her skin if it persisted.  Luckily, it didn’t.  The Abuser went on to lash the ass of Tosha, then Micah, Chip, Julie, and Kali.  Three swift swats—basically enough to turn basic white (and Tosha’s black) tushies red.
	Little kids, Linda, Jill, Kathy, Kami, Bethany, and Davy were spared.
	After the spanking and Sara’s ass still stinging, the Abuser returned to Sara to smooth his hand over her seared ass.  She didn’t care what happened to her—just so long as there was no more spanking.  Bent over with her hands and feet on the floor the position was difficult to maintain.  Tosha, beside her, was in the same position as were the others.  Sara’s mixed blond/brown hair clung to her sweaty face—the blood rushing to her head made her dizzy—she was already sick and sickened by the events transpiring inside the cabin and was at the point of tolerance.  She was willing to submit to do anything—anything as long as she would get to go home afterwards as promised by one of the Tormentors.
	One of the Tormentors was missing, though; Sara figured him to be the leader.  And then there was that boy, Frank.  He was one of them.  But then again, she wasn’t all that sure.  Tosha was sure, though, but Sara thought maybe he wasn’t acting totally on his own.  Either way, he couldn’t be trusted.
	The Tormentor behind her put his manhood against her inflamed ass, rubbing it all over before spanking her with it and then gouging it up and down her crack poking the head of it into her well fucked asshole.  Sara clenched; the sweat from her head dripped to sting into her eyes.  She felt sick and wanted to go home.
	The Tormentor began inserting his manhood into her anus—Sara clenched the decaying clapboard floor trying to be more “giving” as the penetration began.  The man gripped her hips and thankfully wasn’t “rough” as he had been previously.  He only went “in” so far then pulled out to glide his hellish bone against her fevered cunt.  It no longer mattered what “hole” the horrible man violated—just so long as it pleased him and allowed her a little closer home.

	After a few pumps into her cunt, the man pulled out to spank her ass then gently tap her to send her to the lone bed.  Sara could barely move but relieved that the torment to her was over (if not temporarily.)  The man moved behind Tosha smacking his penis against her still searing ass; strands of cum squirted out and Sara looked away as Tosha who usually was controlled and angry had lost her composure and sobbed.  Sara didn’t like that, the girl was broken and that was sad.
	Micah was pissed.  Chip was hard to read but Sara figured he was a little pissed and a lot scared.  It was a boy thing, a man thing—manhood (but not specifically regarding their manhoods dangling between their legs.)  Boys (men) had to be strong, to show they were not afeared of anything, or anyone.  They were the ones who went to war; dove to the deepest depths of the ocean for some unknown reason—inasmuch as they pursued the peaks of the tallest mountains.  Men had to be the breadwinners, the explorers, the ones who defended their homes and families.  Men had to be the ones to guide their families in all facets of their lives.
	Take that away and they were nothing.
	Chip was beside himself that he could defend the girls.
	Micah was ten-fold that—unable to help the girls, himself, or the situation.  He was controlled and not in control.  There was nothing that he could do that wouldn’t jeopardize the others.  It was a fucked situation and pissed him off.  He didn’t care that he got fucked in the ass by the Tormentors OR fucked in the ass by Chip.  It didn’t matter that he had to suck cock, be sucked by the Tormentors or Chip, but he damn sure didn’t like having to mess with the girls or especially the little ones.  That was a bit much.
	But for now there was little that he could do.  He had to wait for an opportunity.  
	In the meantime, beside him, Tosha was wept as Tormentor Number 2 fucked her from behind.  He was in her and in her good.  Pussy or ass Micah didn’t know.  His own ass clenched as he knew he was next and having no pussy he knew what hole he was going to get fucked in.  His ass still stung, too; his cock dangling ached and he didn’t want to have to have sex for awhile—greatly in his mind did he try and blot out the doings he had done to the girls; forced to fuck Sara, Tosha had been one thing—but Linda, Jill, Kami, Bethany, too?  Julie was ok but he didn’t like having to have to fuck her, either.  Force fuck was not something Micah liked—but try as he might, there was no denying the feeling of having the orgasm.  He tried.  He tried and tried and tried and tried but the release of his love cream thrilled him.

	And it was not unlike a drug.  Micah wasn’t into that scene but knew those who were and understood to some degree the mighty power a drug had over someone.  Same with sex.  There was nothing so fantastic as reaching that threshold and the release of ejaculate.  The sensation wasn’t long lasting (which was why there was such a need for repeat.)
	The hurt look in the girls’ eyes haunted him.  He didn’t like it.  It was ok when the girls were on their hands and knees and he was behind him fucking one hole or another—but when riding them, laying between their legs and having to look into their faces—that wasn’t good.
	Getting sucked off was kinda ok.  There was that same feeling during the release and it almost mattered not that the girl was five or eleven.  A suck was a suck and it felt good!
	The Tormentor gave a mighty thrust into Tosha, gripped her hips and shuddered.  He was cumming.  Micah braced with his asshole clenching.  Tosha uttered loudly “OH, GOD!” and was seemingly shuddering herself.  Micah was very curious—Pussy or Asshole?  Tosha gave no real indication of where she was being pegged but only shuddered herself.  The stench of her sweat and sex filled the air and she was in need of a good bathing.
	The Tormentor was spent and patted Micah’s ass and then Chip sending them to the bed.  The bed was already full of the others so Micah and Chip sat on the floor.  As Tosha scrambled in tears and sobs to the back of the bed, Micah saw the girl’s well fuck fresh fucked goobered asshole.  The girl would never be the same again.  But then, none of them would.

*
	Darkness was coming along nicely with the desert air cooling each minute passing.  The coyotes bayed but were far off; a plane passed way overhead; the scent of barbeque filled the air and Melinda Sturngoode, mother of Mindy, lay naked on the warm desert sand.
	Melinda was in her mid thirties—not that it mattered to the naked horny fifteen year old boy, Brad Plunt.  His cock was hard—hard enough to hunt with.  Cumming off in Mindy had been a mindblowing experience to say the least.  Jerking off was one thing but slamming his schlong into Mindy’s tight virginal cunt was beyond comparison.  Beyond.  Way beyond.
	The task of undressing Melinda was a chore—complicated but he managed.  When down to her panties (color undetermined due to darkness) he paused to gander.  The woman breathed, she was hot due to the desert heat; Brad needed a shower and then a brain wash.  After stroking his cock a little, squeezing the member tightly he lay on the woman humping her pussy thru her panties.

	Her bra was off and so Brad squeezed the wondrous fleshy mounds.  He had seen the woman in a one piece bathing suit that gave him great cause to jerk off thinking of her.  He also had seen her “bending over” in her yard giving him great cause to have convulsions.
	There was nothing to indicate that she was “aware”.  Brad humped on her finally snaking a hand down to move the crotch of her panties to one side and ease in his cock.  There was the briefest of awareness.  At the time, Brad didn’t care and would have continued his pursuit of happiness even if it meant bashing her upside the head with the nearby skillet.
	Once his cock was IN the seriousness of pumping began sending teenage Brad to a euphoria never before experience.  He knew that he wanted to fuck the woman more and more and more.  Mindy, too.  The sensations to his cock were mind boggling.  
	Natural instinct and millions of years of ancestry propelled Brad to hump his heart out and hump he did.  There’s not much in the way of a “bad fuck” or a “sloppy fuck”.  Melinda Sturngoode had a decent pussy and being single it had been awhile since last she “got some.”  Under differing situations, Melinda just might have let Brad dip his bone into her regardless (of his age!)  
	Brad plowed the road driving to the brink of orgasmic bliss then lambasting the interior of Melinda’s cunt with a gracious quantity of his personal love juices.  And there was a lot, too!  The boy humped and humped and then humped some more; straining his cock to the max and getting into the dog fuck hump where his hips clenched tightly thrusting fantastically until he was spent.
	When he pulled out even more cum shot out soiling Melinda’s belly area.  Before he was drained completely he moved up to anoint the woman’s breasts.  He then (still acting on his own) settled on her chest giving her a titty fuck squirting a little more juice onto her face.  Then, cupping the back of her head he brought her mouth up to suck on the head of his dick.
	What a guy!

*

	She was stinky, tired to the point of sheer exhaustion, sore, and sticky.  Something awoke her and she wished she were dreaming.  It would be a nightmarish dream but a dream anyways—one she could wake up from and not be a part of.  She wanted to be home.  In her own bed.  She felt awful, sick, hungry, and was aware that something was going on close to her.

	Humping.  Someone was getting royally humped but it was kinda too dark to rightly tell.  Sara lay very still although she wanted to go outside and pee.  She wasn’t sure but she was up against the butt of Tosha; the black girl wasn’t stirring and it took a minute before Sara could tell if the girl was even alive.
	She was.
	A few more minutes were needed before Sara could get her eyes adjusted to the darkness.  Someone was definitely getting humped.  It wasn’t Tosha, it was her herself, so that left Hanna and then the little kids, and the boys.  
	It wasn’t Hanna, Hanna was behind her stretched out sound asleep against the wall.  Very-very slowly putting her head up onto Tosha’s side she could make out the lumbering hulk of the Second Banana, Karl.  He was humping someone.  Sara guessed it not to be one of the little kids.
	Suddenly a head came up.
	Micah—and he was in agony.
	Soft grunting sounds he made as he was “made”.  The man behind him was fucking him with deliberate presence of fucking.  Sara’s own asshole clenched and for a moment she held her breath—especially when locking her eyes on the boy who was being pegged.
	The look from Micah wasn’t good and haunted the young girl—and would for the rest of her days.  It was more than terror, it was more than displeasure.  A mix of embarrassment and brokenness.  The man behind him finally got his rocks off—this was made known by the man’s release of breath suggesting a great deed had been accomplished.
	Sara had heard testicles sacs slapping and had taken note of Micah having one of his hands down his body—he was jacking off as he was being sodomized.  The boy let out his breath and someone farted.
	Moments later and the First Banana came into the cabin.  He farted, too, then grumbled about something and plopped down into a chair.  Sara let out her own breath (and a fart) then drifted back off to sleep.

	Cum the new morning…
	Sara awoke with a dull throb followed by a dull ache.  She didn’t feel well and simply wanted to go home.  But before that there was more shenanigans constructed by the two terrible-horrible naked men (and they were already hard at work.)
	Young Jill lay across the lap of the First Horrid man, Karl.  He lightly smacked her butt, squeezed the pert fleshy ass while standing at man’s side was the boy, Frankie.  His cock was in Jill’s mouth.

	The boy rocked on the balls of his feet while the balls of his sex were snugged up against the little girl’s chin.  The man also caressed the boy’s ass so Sara wasn’t sure if the boy was acting on his own will or under the influence of the EMAD.
	The second horrid banana man had his “banana” in Kami’s ass (so it was guessed.)  Regardless, the girl made faces whether or not she was being pegged in the ass or pussy.  Sara clenched her little body tightly closing her eyes wishing the horror to be over.
	After the boy “got off” in Jill’s mouth he stepped back and the little girl, Jill, got off of the man’s lap—replaced by little five year old Linda.  The boy’s cock dripped cum and he seemed to be in some agony as he leaned against the counter behind him.  Jill spat out the goo in her mouth and retched all the way back to the bed.
	After Linda “assumed the position” on the man’s naughty lap she was lightly spanked, then her butt cheeks pulled open and the boy came around, got on his knees, and placed his face into the girl’s butt.  Nothing was said leaving Sara to surmise that the boy was being just as controlled as were the rest of them.  She sighed and had the morning’s need to pee.
	Closing her eyes to the horror before him Sara tried to block out the images but they were still there nonetheless and just as horrifying.  Suddenly she was aware of something and opening her eyes there was the First Horrid Man, Karl, masturbating before her.  His cock, though, wasn’t very hard despite his efforts in masturbating it.  Sara didn’t know what to think, what did the man want?  She supposed he wanted her to suck him.  But,
	“Gotta pee?” he asked of her.
	She did.  She didn’t want to but she did.
	So did Julie and Hanna.
	And Tosha, Micah, Chip, and Davy.
	So, while Karl fooled with the remaining, Professional Pervert Pike escorted the aforementioned outside for their morning pee (and whatever else.)

	Sara really had to go (and she tooted, too).  It was double embarrassing to rip a butt blast but it slipped out.  The relief of relieving her bladder felt good.  She sighed and tried not to watch as Micah and Chip stood nearby pissing away as well.
	Julie, Hanna, and Tosha stood close by, legs spread wide, new morning sun basting their backsides, peeing strongly.  From inside the cabin someone was getting a spanking.  Sara felt ill but the horror continued.

	After their pee the group was led down to the pond.  Before getting in, though, the horrid man leading them had Sara sit on a nearby boulder that strangely was shaped just for sitting.  The girl got comfortable, legs open, ass to the edge of the boulder seat.  Micah got the assigned task to “lick her.”
	Hanna was directed to lay on the ground, legs open, with Chip taking his tongue to her lovely eleven year old snatch.  Little Julie laid down on a bed of pine needles, legs open, with littler Davy positioning his face to her bald naked poon.
	Tosha squatted over Hanna’s face.
	Pike was pleased.  In his ear he heard woodpeckers pecking, a jaybird squawked, a light breeze wafted thru the boughs of the surrounding trees, and sidekick Karl was smacking the bare ass of someone in the cabin.
	Micah licked and licked and licked on Sara’s cunt neverminding the slight distaste of urine laden therein.  He licked, lapped, nipped the lips, and did a fine-fine job.  Sara’s nipples hardened despite her efforts to not be enthused.  There was little to clench as the boulder was rounded by weathering so she had to endure the best she could.
	Soon, though, she was able to clench something more substantial—her cunt licker, Micah.  After much ado about licking and nipping her cunt the boy rose up to a standing position.  His twelve year old cock dripped a strand of cum—Sara had to admit that he WAS kinda cute.  He needed a bath but other than that he was nice looking; his hair was all disheveled and he had a quirky smile that in spite of the mess they were in made her smile.
	Then the quirky smiling boy positioned himself placing his cum shooter into her pussy.  Of course, it had been there before—in her ass and in her mouth.  More than once.  Sara clenched herself then wrapped her arms about her stalwart lover and they commenced to sexual prose.
	Chip’s tongue worked tenaciously all over Hanna’s cunt, fingering it, massaging the pussy area before snaking his lean preteen body up her body to lay on her with his cock against her poon.  There he did hump with no penetration.  Perhaps he thought he could get away with it as for the most part they were not particularly under the influence of the EMAD.  They were acting on their own at this point driven to act by the forcefulness of their kidnapper/tormentor.
	A hard bare hand smack to Chip’s ass prompted him to put his dick into Hanna’s cunt.  As they coupled and commenced fucking she whispered into his ear, “nice try.”

	Chip began to pump, Hanna clung to him her face obscured by her friend, Tosha, who was poised to squat over her face.  Chip humped with his mind in uproar—sure he wanted to screw the girl, but under differing circumstances. 
	Tosha closed her eyes with her own mind in uproar.  The whole ordeal was a bit much and she was difficulties coping.  As Chip humped on Hanna, Hanna began licking her pussy.  Tosha closed her eyes tightly but was aware of the horrid man’s presence, straddling Chip with his manhood throbbing hard before her.
	Whether or not she actually heard the man or it was in her head or she knew what he wanted—Tosha leaned in and took the cock to suck it off.  Meanwhile, nearby lay little Julie with the littler young Davy on top of her grinding his little seven year old cock against her ten year old cunt.
	Pike was pleased and filled Tosha’s mouth unable to cum—but it still felt just as good.

*

the wicked road more often traveled than not
	Time—there simply wasn’t enough of it.
	The new way of life was plagued with tormenting decisions.  There was work, socializing to keep up appearances, bills, and the “new way of life” and its associative pursuits to quell/satisfy the lust of his cock and mind.  He needed time, sufficient, or even to go all out and pursue his new way of life full time.
	He could sell his house and car and then tackle the remote shack, fix it up nice.  He could.  But that required work.  Lots of work.  Full time living in the shack just would go.  It had no electricity and Pike was rather used to liking air conditioning.  Creature comforts were a must, too.  Time in the shack was more suited to a weekend excursion so a new plan for the new way of life was needed.
	What about another house?
	He had thought about his own house serving his purpose but that ran a supposed security risk and therefore deemed Off the Table—so to speak.  A motorhome?  A big ass recreational vehicle to suit his lusty purposes?  Another home purchase that WOULD be more suitable—somewhere in town, on the outskirts?
	What about that war bunker?
	War bunker?
	Yeah, that civil defense wacko underground built home.  It was for sale and had been for a long, long time.  It was on the outskirts of town, surrounded by a barbed fence with a pig farm on one side and a sod farm on the other.  There were few trees, lots of shrubs, desert-like plants with a built-up mound being more like a low level plateau.  What it looked like inside Pike didn’t know but it was a thought.
	On her knees, Hanna swallowed Pike’s cock while behind her Frankie fucked her hard in the ass.  Underneath her Sara licked out her pussy (and sucked on Frank’s flopping ball sac.)  The air conditioner was on inside the van but it was still hot temperature anyways.  Pike’s balls were empty, as were sidekick Karl and corrupted Frankie.  After dumping the kids, Pike wanted nothing to do with his cock for a long—long time to cum.
	He pulled out to slide his cock up against the girl’s face, jabbing his funky fuck stick into her nostrils, then up against her nose scrunching hard with his sweaty funky balls against her mouth until Pike’s energy level gave him the near same feeling of orgasm without the mess.
	Relaxing he sat back to fondle his steaming schlong and felt a little badly for the girl.  She didn’t deserve the torment she had been in thru the weekend.  She was pretty and would forever need therapy to get over it—or just to get thru it.  Taking a cue, though, from a popular science fiction television serious of the late 60s, Pike (with help of his EMAD) touched the girl’s mind conveying “forget.”
	After a clean up, a spritz of spermicide, a douching, an enema, the girl was dressed, minus panties and bra and released at a downtown city bus center.  The van moved on thru town booting out Sara Kalckie nextly—
	This after she slurped on Frankie’s fuckstick.
	Sidekick Karl eagerly humped the girl’s cunt while she lay on her back sucking Frankie.  Her legs were up Karl’s beefy chest and she made faces as he drove every inch of his manhood into her young cunt.  Like Pike, though, his sperm production was empty but he went the full five minutes before pulling out.
	Sara gulped for breath, gasping for air.  Her entire body was with a sheen layer of sex sweat.  Her mind was muddled with horrid thoughts of her weekend captivity and outrageous sexual assault.  Frankie pulled out to hump her face but he, too, was exhausted despite laying off doing anything during the ride from the cabin to town.
	For a moment Karl flopped his cock in his hand, gouged the girl’s sex entrance he had thoroughly enjoyed, then sat back to get the air conditioner’s cooling air straight in his face.

	Sitting up facing Pike, Sara got the “forget” message, too.  Pike wanted to instill other thoughts to the group but there was no energy.  He had done enough and if sometime he could more substantiate the EMAD he would instill more narly thoughts to the Subjects prior to their release.
	Industrial Park Way was Sara’s drop off point, it was Sunday even and no one was around—just roving security and cameras.  Whether or not Pike disabled those cameras wasn’t known, but the van was dusty and the license plate was unreadable.

	Tosha clutched the fibers of the carpet beneath her as young Davy took a turn at fucking her.  It was bad enough to have sex with the likes of Micah and Chip, and Frankie—but Davy was seven years young.  He was a cute boy and in no way did Tosha enjoy getting boinked by him.
	After Davy, Micah took a turn, too.
	Then Chip.
	Davy filled her mouth while Micah rode her pussy; when he came to the five minute mark and exhibited signs of pure exhaustion, he rolled off and young Davy sat on his face—his testicles into the boy’s mouth.  Tosha was sickened while Micah was moreso.
	Chip lay fully on Tosha moving only his hips in the fuck mode.  He trembled all over and somehow amazingly had a bit of love cream to give.  Not much but some.  He gave it just after the three minute mark with a dog shudder.  Then he collapsed forcing Tosha to angrily push him off of her.
	Davy was down on Micah’s body, his testicle sac in the boy’s mouth with Frankie caressing Davy’s ass—then, with Micah prying Davy’s cheeks open—Frankie made anal penetration and fucked two minutes before he could go no more.
	Tosha was cleaned up, outside and inside like the previous girls, then given a made wash before going out at a city park.  Pike sighed and drove to the next spot.

	Davy and Bethany got exited at a lone gas station on the far end of town that would open in a few hours.  Neither kid was susceptible to any of Pike minding abilities.  They couldn’t “forget” what had happened to them—so they were verbally warned to keep to themselves their weekend shenanigans.  After they were cleaned up they were out and that was that.
	Just after turning onto West Harr from Industrial Way and bright lights filled the side mirrors followed by a warning siren and a verbal voice to “PULL OVER!”
	Shit.

	“LET’S SEE SOME HANDS!” called out the cop on the cruiser’s PA.
	Karl was having palpitations in a big way, sweating, and naked.  Pike wasn’t much better, but he was clothed.  The EMAD though not on the fritz wasn’t in top performing working order.  
	“IF THERE IS A PASSENGER—LET’S SEE SOME HANDS!”
	Karl kept his hands inside and very-very slowly moved to the interior of the van taking the EMAD.  He poised himself at the curtain separating the cab area from the cargo area and waited.
	It wasn’t a long wait. 
	A lone police officer—who had obviously pissed off someone to get the midnight shift patrolling the industrial areas where there was light activity at night.  Pike had had his run-ins with cops and rangers…
	He sighed and watched as the officer got out of his car, the bright light from the spot light was blinding to Pike and so he opened it.
	“DON’T MOVE!” yelled the hyper officer.  
	Pike showed his hands and slid off of the captain’s seat planting his big feet on the ground.  The light that had been reflecting off of the side mirror now pierced directly into his eyes.
	“Are you alone?” the cop asked.
	“Yes.”
	The cop made a big swinging arch outward—for some reason he didn’t believe Pike.  Cant imagine why.  His big cop flashlight tried piercing into the van, but the heavy black curtain just behind the seats prevented him from seeing inside.  
	Pike wondered to worry if there was a second cop sitting inside the cruiser—waiting.
	Suddenly, from the officer’s walkie-talkie attached to his shoulder,
	“Unit 3-Adam-1, no Wants/Warrants on your request.”
	“Three-one, ten-four.” The officer replied still making his arch trying to see inside the van.
	Then,
	“Unit 3-Adam-1 and all units in the vicinity of Lankersham and Industrial Park, see the RP at Chrissman’s Radiator in the alley for a 10-54 (dead body) in connection with a 459 earlier.”
	The cop stood still for a moment, pissed that he didn’t get to see if Pike was telling the truth then hustled off to his cruiser and barreled out of the way.  
	Pike let out his breath, “Whew!”  That was close.  He farted then moved the van out of the area.

*

	Kali Kim grunted as just about every inch of Pike Elsworth cock was buried into her young bald snatch.  He was in agony and was beginning not to feel so well.  But he carried on humping and dreaming of the soon in coming winter break.  Two weeks to wallow in the filth of disgusting lust filled frivolity.
	Kali Kim’s grunts and moans were muffled as Chip Gavin straddling her face had his testicle sac in her mouth.  The boy masturbated and avoided looking into Pike’s eyes.
	After achieving his jollies (with no cum production) Pike pulled out of Kali Kim and stood up straddling the girl’s body he then thusly shoved his wicked fuck stick into Chip’s mouth.  The boy sucked, made faces and retched but sucked the manhood with minor disgust.
	Frankie took his turn screwing Kali—and sucking Chip’s inflamed cock, too.  Pike caressed Frank’s ass and eventually had Micah come fill it with his own aching tool.  While he humped Frank, Karl swatted Micah’s ass with a belt.
	At length, Kali Kim was booted out at a lone desert rest stop shortly before sunrise.  Ten miles down the road at a state park recreational area and five miles into the desert where bike riders and off-road enthusiast dwelled Jill, Linda, and Kathy were settled at the lone building there, a bathroom.  There was a picnic area with typical picnic table and benches, a water fountain, barbeque pit, something in the way of shade trees and Pike knew that rangers came to the area on Monday mornings to check the area out after a weekend.  The girls would be ok, they were naked, they were clean, and their minds full of mush and confusion.
	Julie and the boys, Chip and Micah were left.
	Back to town and to Pike’s humble abode.  The kids were escorted quietly into the basement.  There they were tied up for security reasons and “put to sleep.”  Pike and Karl showered (not together) then Pike took Karl home and Pike went to school.

	School was a disaster, five minutes into first class and there was a fire drill.  Pike wanted to die.  His dick wanted a divorce.  The shower had did little to soothe him—he needed a week and then some of doing nothing—especially regarding sex and sex acts.
	However,

	After the resumption of regular class Pike found himself checking out some of the delectable delights in his class—especially two girls who were checking into his class.  Cynthia Ruiz and Tanya Ceburger.
	Cynthia Ruiz was Mexican with extremely long brown hair and reeking of too much perfume for a girl her age.  But she had a fine body, very-very slender; tight-tight jeans, and an equally tight-tight top.  Tanya Ceburger was a little more sensible; a short statured girl with dark brown hair, heavenly blue eyes, a fantastic smile, and smelled strangely of oranges!
	Both girls stood at his desk while they were officially signed in to Pike’s grade book.  Pike was already in personal turmoil with the likes of Leighanne Shough wearing a dress that particular day.  It was a nice dress and the girl was nice and Pike saw a flash of panty crotch as she scooted into her seat after returning to class.  
	Leeane Patrick also tantalized him; Stephanie Karp, Julie Deeber, Dawn Reeves filled his mind and annoyed his cock.  He saw each of those girls in his basement—being enjoyed and annoyed by the captives, Chip, Micah, and Frankie.  
	Try as he might he couldn’t shake the image of the aforementioned girls naked in his basement.  He saw them standing up to pee; then bent over being fucked.  He saw Cynthia being spanked until her darling tight ass turned bright-bright red.
	He wanted Hanna back.  His cock yearned for Hanna—and Tosha, too!  
	At lunch he skipped the hour allotted to him and made for his office good sociate friend, AnnaElyse had offered to him.  He didn’t make it.  Just as he opened the door,
	“Mr. Elsworth?” called out a voice.
	Pike turned and there was Cynthia Ruiz with a question about the books to be used in the class (and where exactly to get them and such.)  Pike told her (the library).
	“I was just there and there aren’t any.”
	Figures.
	Pike nodded saying, “I might have some in my office.  Come on in.”
	Come on in.  Pike didn’t even think of anything regarding the girl—his only priority was to lay down for whatever time he could steal.  He needed the rest and needed it in a big way.
	However, once down the short hall, a turn to the left at the “T” intersection  where there was a serious of offices and storage rooms left and right and into the office Pike was using—the girl’s presence and aroma enticed Pike…
 	Oh no!
	The girl was amazing—but most girls were.  She was Mexican/American with striking beauty.  And her perfume though overpowering was intoxicating just the same.  His cock tingled and though he had personally vowed to lay off using his minding device for at least a week he was a slave to the gadget and while Cynthia signed for her class book…
	While the girl was bent over Pike stood just behind her askew musing at seeing the top of her panties.  Tight designer jeans the girl wore, such an ass!  She couldn’t even score a size number she was so slender.  After she had scribbled her name on the paperwork she went still.  Pike waited a moment before issuing a command,
	‘spread your legs.’
	It was a subtle command sent via the EMAD and not vocally.  The command was sent by a list of commands from the minding device and transmitted along the carrier wave that had captured the Subject’s brain waves.
	Cynthia spread her legs.
	‘are you a virgin?’ he had to ask.
	“No.”
	‘do you take dick in the ass?’
	“No.”
	‘do you suck cock?’
	“Yes.”
	Time was ticking so Pike nipped any further intrusive questions and had the young teen undo her pants.  While she did he unleashed his cock.  It was on again!

*
Going thru the motions
	It had only been a mere few hours since last he had dipped his wick into a hole of one kind or another—now he was at it again.  With new student Cynthia’s pants down there were revealed to him pink string bikini style panties.  There wasn’t much to them and Pike had no trouble working his prick into her backdoor with the girl still wearing the garment.  
	With his hands on her hips his masterful (but aching) cock slid with some effort into her ass.  It was tight-tight-tight.  Pike’s cock barely had the strength to “pave the way” but eventually the asshole muscle that did all the clenching for such intrusions gave way and Pike’s masterful manhood maneuvered nicely inward.
	Oh sweet sodomy!
	Closing his eyes Pike just went thru the motions and humped.  The ache to his cock be damned!  He tried desperately to “get into” the task at hand—but his cock wasn’t 100 percent into the deed and his body as a whole was way—way exhausted.  But he humped just the same just going thru the motions.  No ejaculation was possible or even expected.  After a minute of butt humping he pulled out and proceeded to slap the girl’s ass, gouge the crack and fantasize about little Julie, Hanna, Kali Kim, and Bethany.

	No rest for the wicked—er, weary.  A meeting after school hours to discuss the early morning fire drill.  Pike was there in body only.  He wanted to go home—go home and soak in his tub and fuck off the world.  Of course, in his basement were three to take care of.  He sighed and went thru the motions of tolerating a boring speaker and an equally boring message.
	Almost forty-five minutes later and Pike was finally on his way; except for a stop off to grab some supplies at the store and be distracted once more by a lone little girl…

The motions go thru a point of view
	It was a dull throbbing ache to her head that first awoke her; then the dull throb seemed to be throughout the rest of her body as well.  It was like having the flu, or pneumonia (times ten.)  She couldn’t move.  She didn’t want to move—moving incurred pain and through most of her life she wanted to avoid pain as much as possible.
	For some reason, on that pain thought, there was the spanking.
	Her body cringed as much as her mind did at the sudden memory of when she took part in being spanked at college.  As part of a ritual to be a member of a prestigious alumni organization she shirked her modesty and received wallops to her ass.  The first session was with her clothes on.  The second was with her pants down.  The third was with her panties down.
	Thereafter, after college, she and another girlfriend continued participation in spanking sessions; total nudity and loss of complete dignity being spanked by near strangers at a undisclosed basement.  
	Cock.
	During those spank sessions she sucked cock.
	Fucked in the ass and pissed on was also a part of those intriguing sessions that lasted for hours.  She smoked something strange from a long pipe, took hits from a water bong, and snorted coke.  

	For two or three years this went on—all the while working on her political career as an intern for a congressman.  Soon, though, Nicole managed to step away from the underground scene and diss that absurd life and become professional.  In the years that came she became a valid member of the community, finagling her way thru the political scene on her way to be an important figure.  
	Why those early memories of her youth plagued her she didn’t know.  For so long she had those naughty times of her life buried and locked away.  Locked away—locked away like she had done so to those in her society who abused their privilege as members.  Many members of society did Nicole have a hand in “putting away” under lock and key quipping to the public media “they need to be put away so deep that they will need sunshine to piped into them.”
	Mostly she detested child molesters, rapists, and other forms of disparaging society that the general public had no use for.  Nicole became an advocate for people’s rights, children’s rights, and despised those who opposed her views.  Turning her head trying to get a grasp of what was going on she pulled into her frapped mind that she was laying (uncomfortably so) on a musty smelling orange/brown shag carpet in serious need of cleaning.
	That was odd.  As to her mind she had been giving a speech at a shopping center chastising a porno store that had newly opened; voicing her views and near inciting a riot.  It was the last thing she remembered clearly.  Her mind was foggy, groggy, and filled with confused images (and other images she would not rather address.)
	Suddenly, there was another person beside her.  Nicole also realized that she seemed to be pinned but she didn’t know how (or why.)  As the fog in her mind cleared she saw that the “other person” was a girl; a girl with long blond hair in twin braids.  Her eyes were closed and Nicole decided that the girl was about twelve years old wearing a checkered 70s fashion short sleeve shirt.  
	The surroundings surrounding Nicole and the twelve year old were somewhat dim to view.  Try as she might, Nicole couldn’t see very much; she couldn’t move for some reason and she felt odd all over.  At length after straining her eyes she thought that the wall just feet from her was paneling.  A dark wood paneling.  Not much else could be ascertained so Nicole waited.
	She didn’t have to wait long.

	There was movement suggesting that she wasn’t alone.  Whatever it was that was pinning her down was heavy preventing her from much movement.  It was then that she realized that she was also bound—hand and foot.  That prospect frightened her—greatly.
	Suddenly it was note that there was movement.  Beside her the blond haired girl (who was apparently unconscious) was being jostled—roughly.  Nicole heard noises, grunts, and whimpers.  Then a pair of hiking shoes were plopped down almost hitting her head.  A pair of socks followed then more noise Nicole couldn’t right distinguish—
	Until the pair of pants came plopping down to cover the shoes and socks.  Nicole then knew what was going on and for a moment she couldn’t breathe.  He mind muddled with the only prevailing thought swirling about surmising that she was a kidnap victim.
	A pair of pinkish panties were tossed onto the discarded pants causing Nicole to tighten up.  She tightened up even more when someone smacked and then squeezed her ass.  There was no use struggling but she did so anyways.  It was no good, of course and the more she did try to wiggle out of her restraints she was smacked and then squeezed (ass area only.)
	Horrified, Nicole looked for a way out.
	There was none, of course; panic began to run amok within her.
	Beside her, the unconscious blond had her pretty sweet innocent face grounded into the orange nappy carpet.  Careening her head just so she could see a man pumping directly behind the girl.  The details of the man were not clear but his “motion” suggested that he was fucking the girl, or sodomizing her.
	Nicole felt sick.
	The girl’s face was grinded into the carpet for several minutes then the man stopped.  He got his jollies.  Nicole went from sick to pissed off.  The man had violated a sweet (and unconscious) young girl.  Nicole seethed within her self—then froze as the man—or someone, spanked her.
	Once, twice, three times deliberate swats to her ass making her very uncomfortable as well as a new higher level of pissed off.  Then an even more higher level of pissed off as the bastard man squeezed her fresh spanked inflamed ass with the added insult of squeezing her crotch!
	Nicole squirmed but found that squirming wasn’t much; nor could she call out her disgust (or for help.)  Then—then she saw in her bleary eyes two children, a boy and a girl about seven years or so.  Naked.  Butt bare assed naked standing off to one side but close to her.  
	She stopped breathing.  The epitome of the horror she was in was just beginning.

	The little boy came closer, sitting down with his legs spread out and his little boy dick right at her face.  Then,
	“suck him.” 
	The words she knew.  The sickness filled her even more making her retch to the point of nearly vomiting.  Then—then something strange happened.  Nicole couldn’t explain it but she felt more relaxed.  It befuddled her for sure—the retching ceased and there was something like a warm glow sweeping over her like a warm blanket on a cold Winter’s day.	Strangely she got the wafting odor of her Grandma’s comfort soup.
	‘suck him.’ the words invaded her mind and there was some compelling force placing her mouth to the seven year old boy’s penis.  She began to suck it, fully taking the boy’s member and bouncing her head back and forth.
	As she sucked she became aware that someone was doing more than spanking and fingering out her crotch—her pants were being taken down!  When she struggled she got smacked—HARD to the inside thigh and then directly to her ass.  Her black knit pants were tugged down and then the man smoothed his hands all over her ass.  
	Nicole was at the point of freaking—and would if not for the warm blanket and comfort soup soothing her.  Her mind, though, remained in turmoil unable to understand why her body wasn’t flailing about fighting off the man’s doings.
	The man ran his hands all over her butt, sliding under her panties, squeezing the flesh and pressing his cock against her skin, too.  Nicole tightened up, the boy’s penis popped out of her mouth to come up against her face as she looked behind her to see the man and his doings.
	No exact description—just a man, a naked man, humping her ass.  Her panties were pulled to one side and the man deliberately shoved his manhood into her sex.  Nicole tried desperately to react and fight back, to deny the bastard his jollies.  But she was controlled.
	It was then she realized that the fucker must have one of those machines, one of those electronic mind altering devices.  Nicole closed her eyes and felt sick again.

	Nicole Garra.  Assemblywoman, activist for human rights, children’s rights, farm workers, and so on, found herself in a precarious situation that was most confounding.  The only answer was, of course, an attack by an EMAD.  She had been giving a speech at a shopping center against a new opening of an adult store in one of the many vacant stores anchored to the centralized grocery store.

	That was the last thing she remembered.
	Who the man was, who the possessor of the EMAD was, she didn’t know.  There was the blond haired girl, the little boy and girl, and others, crammed in what she believed was a van.  As her head cleared and her eyes adjusted Nicole could make out the outline of a sliding side door.  Her hands were bounded behind her as well as her ankles.  Her knit pants were at her ankles and she had just been violated sexually.
	Then, after sucking on the little boy’s dick, the little girl came over and Nicole was told verbally “lick her out” as well as in her mind.  It was one thing to suck dick, any dick, but to lick out a little girl?  That was almost as horrifying as anything else.  She shook her head denying the man his cheap sick jollies.
	So she got swatted on the ass and when she continued to refuse him—her yellow panties were jerked down and a belt lashed her tight lilly white ass.  The infliction of pain was intense—
	‘I’ll stop if you will do as you are told.’ A voice said into her mind.
	“Go to hell!” Nicole sputtered.
	The spanking did cease; Nicole saw the naked man who had a decent body, no pubes, no “belly”; no tattoos, no scars that she could detect, no outstanding features that would aid her in identifying the Perp later on.  There were others in the van; a teenage boy, young, sat up in a white teeshirt in the corner.  He looked a little disheveled and “out of it”.  Next to him was a girl, couple years younger, was brought into play.  Brown hair, a sweet innocent face, wearing a simple blue short sleeved top and typical jean pants.  
	Nicole was distracted by movement to her left; turning her head she saw a woman—no, two women!  Who they were exactly couldn’t be rightly detailed—not yet.  A sudden swat and a yelp returned Nicole to the business to her right.
	The girl in the short sleeved shirt was on her hands and knees with her pants down to her knees and the man was swatting her!  The boy in the corner came to life and made a charge.  It was a valiant thing to do—especially since being that the girl was his sister.  
	Another swat came to land on the girl’s ass; the boy who made the valiant charge was sent sprawling back into the van’s corner with a bloody nose and lip for his effort.
	The girl, Annie, received another swift swat causing her to yelp louder, to twist her little body and carry on as a child in her position would.  The man looked to Nicole glaringly.

	“Lick her out.” he said flatly.  
	‘Or else she’ll get more.’
	Nicole could not understand the horror she was in.  Closing her eyes she turned her attention to the little girl who had a short time earlier been merrily playing outside the grocery store…

	Annie’s panties were pulled down and the bastard man gave her bare ass a swift harsh swat.  Her legs were slapped on the inner thigh forcing her to open her stance as much as possible.  The man then began fingering her crack, probing her hole and pussy—all the while masturbating while he did so.
	Nicole was sickened and horrified—then a sudden suppressed memory filled her mind.  She gulped, sweated, and remembered a time when as a child she, too, had been bare assed spanked.  Staring at Annie’s tender ten year old ass, Nicole recalled frightfully when she had been caught by her Mom masturbating.  There was no simple chastising for that offence, when her hard working Daddy came home—her Mom ratted her out and she was taken across the lap for a harsh-harsh spanking.
	But it wasn’t the first time.
	Other offenses often warranted such treatment, a simple scolding or grounding just wouldn’t do—discipline was the rule.  Usually the spankings were across the lap and with clothes on.  As she got a little older, from seven years on up, the spankings were usually in her room with pants down.
	At ten, after being caught masturbating, it was with pants AND panties down.
	Nicole’s mind was in uproar as a flood of memories long since suppressed surprised her.  Confusing memories she couldn’t rightly confirm swarmed into her mind, too; did it really happen or was it due to her life long pursuit to persecute sex offenders?  
	In her mind she saw herself on her bed, face down and ass up.  Her pants and panties were at her ankles and her Daddy who stood 6’1” tall, a little pot bellied, was whipping her with a belt.  The stings she could still feel.  Then, something more.  After the harsh belting she saw her Daddy smoothing his hand over her searing ass.  Then—then he was doing more!
	Nicole couldn’t believe it.
	More images filled her mind; dear ole Daddy fingered her asshole!
	Unable to grasp what she saw in her mind Nicole cried out loudly “NO!” but the image wouldn’t go away.  From fingering her asshole to fingering her pussy the image burned into her mind causing a near catastrophic calamity.

	One more image came that sent her over the edge; after much fingering of her vagina and anus, dear ole hard working Daddy climbed up onto her bed and…
	Pussy and or asshole—she wasn’t sure, but her Daddy’s pud was out and rubbing up against her followed by penetration.  Pussy or asshole she just couldn’t be sure.  
	Nicole couldn’t believe it.  With her mind near blank she settled into a lukewarm form of acceptance—acceptance of her fate.  Her tongue worked loosely to the seven year old girl’s pussy before her.  Meanwhile, behind her, the bastard man sodomized her.
	Nicole barely was aware of her actions of cunnilingus to the seven year old—she was even less aware of being hammered from behind.  In her mind swirled the images of her Daddy and his penis schlepping up against her sex.  When eleven years old she had been caught naked with a girlfriend.  They were innocently exploring one another when Nicole’s nosey Mom caught them.  The nude girls had to stand in a corner for two hours before Nicole’s Daddy came home from the fields where he worked as an agricultural foreman.  
	When he learned of his daughter’s misdoings he was angry and came into her room—shutting the door behind him.  Off came his wide leather belt, part of which he wrapped about his hand.  Nicole was directed to come to the foot of her bed and lay down, knees on the floor.  For a minute or so the man caressed her butt, squeezing the flesh, lightly spanking.  Both girls wailed at the impending punishment—and then it came.  One dramatic smack and Nicole thought she would come out of her skin.
	Another smack followed with another to the bottom of her feet!
	Another smack to her thighs then two more to her ass.
	Then it was her friend’s turn.
	Amanda was a tall girl, long silky blond hair, thin body, knobby budding breasts.  Nicole had good sized breasts for her age and they were pressed hard against her bed.  The girls held hands and Amanda endured the belting.
	The belting was followed by being hammered in the ass.  Nicole was first.  It was an odd feeling being savaged in the ass.  The memory of the event was not elusive and there were a great deal of details to be had—but Nicole couldn’t fully grasp the exactness.
	Her friend, Amanda, was also buggered.

	Thereafter, two or three more incidences—one more bare ass spanking with another “across the lap” spanking when she was twelve.  Just before her thirteenth birthday and her Daddy dropped dead at work.  The memories of his abuse were buried thereafter.

	Her tongue went all over Lindsy Weiss’ cunt, delving into the young crack, engulfing the wholeness of the young girl’s poon—just like she had done with Amanda.  She didn’t derive a great deal of pleasure from the deed but there was something strange stirring.
	And speaking of stirring; after several minutes of “licking out” the girl’s young poon, a teenage boy came into play.  Thick “surfer” hair, lean build, very-very tan, and nude.  His cock was semi hard but as he moved into position it got a little harder.  His “positioning” was with his ass right into Nicole’s face—right up into it with his legs straddling her shoulders.  Then, as he angled his position above Lindsy, he began to masturbate.
	Lindsy helped.
	The blond haired girl beside Nicole began to stir.
	Nicole couldn’t believe what she was seeing nor what was going on around her as a whole.  It was mind boggling and almost more than she could cope with.  The whole premise of her life was displaying right before her eyes.  As a staunch advocate against perverts, pornography, and EMADs and their Users, Nicole couldn’t believe she was entrenched in just such atrocities.
	‘suck his balls.’
	A horrid cringing clenched tightly in her stomach.  The words she knew but in the context she was highly opposed.  Not very often had she ever-ever given a blow job—and never-ever had she ever given a ball washing.  It just wasn’t her thing.
	A strange to terrible feeling befell her; she found herself jerking as her mind and body fought with the command issued to her.  “Suck his balls.”  The command stung her mind and barely could she concentrate.  She saw the teen’s testicle sac swaying before her as he quickly masturbated—even the little girl was lending a “hand.”
	Nicole felt a fever enveloping her but cocking her head she opened her mouth and though her face was squashed by the boy’s thighs and ass, she managed to latch onto his musty sweaty testicles and suck on them.  The bastard of a man patted her ass, “good girl.” he said to her.

	Two or three minutes later and the teenage boy, Justin, ejaculated.  And there seemed to be a lot of ejaculate, too.  The mess squirted out of the boy’s piss slit fully anointing the little girl’s pussy.  The boy was exhausted and lay off to one side.  Nicole’s task of ball washing was complete; then—
	‘lick her clean.’

	Somehow—somehow she managed not to hurl.  Licking up cum spillage just wasn’t something Nicole enjoyed.  She didn’t like the taste of sperm—it was gross which was one of the several reasons she didn’t participate in cocksucking.
	And once the little girl’s cunt was clean of the distasteful spillage, there was more.  The boy who had issued the mess turned about, the little girl slid out of the way and Justin’s once more semi erect cock was presented to Nicole.
	She knew the boy was no more than thirteen.  He looked familiar, too.  	‘suck him.’
	Nicole knew that was coming.  The taste of the boy’s cum was still in her mouth; her body retched uncontrollably and she suddenly felt the need to pee.  It was doubtful that the bastard man would care if she peed right where she was.  He might—might piss him off.  She didn’t know—and didn’t care.
	Closing her eyes she opened her mouth and took the boy’s cock.  She sucked and sucked and sucked—the cock throbbed in her mouth and returned to full stiff mode.  Teenage boys had that ability (to get hard shortly after cumming off.)  As she sucked, she cracked open her eyes and looked up the boy’s lean body catching a glimpse of his face.
	‘My God!’ she said to herself—‘the mayor’s son!’	
	New strange feelings, unfamiliar but then again not so, swelled within her.  She felt ill to be sure, but then—then there was something else.  Something deep within her soul stirred.  There was no understanding it—none.  There was only to suck the cock and that was what she did.
	Midway along bringing the mayor’s teenage son’s cock off, though, Nicole was once more patted on the ass.  ‘raise up.’ she was told in her mind.  Nicole raised herself up with help of the bastard man and the teenage boy, Justin, slid under her.
	Nicole knew what was coming.
	The bastard man worked Nicole’s pants and panties off then spread her legs; Justin at thirteen years knew the drill and positioned himself just so with his proud staff at the ready.  Then, with help of the man Nicole was guided down onto the at the ready staff and commanded “fuck.”

	Try-try-try as she might—Nicole couldn’t deny the feeling of getting pounded.  The teen’s cock felt good in her and greatly did it unleash curtailed sexual bits in her.  Three failed marriages and she knew the failures were on her part—she was headstrong and too much into her activities, political and other attributes that condemned her as a wife and homebody.  She wasn’t easy to get along with.
	As she and the mayor’s son fucked, the bastard man commanding them caressed her ass; slapping it now and then, squeezing the cheeks (and checking in closely on the action of penetration.)
	After a time, the boy came.
	So did Nicole.
	She didn’t regret it but felt ashamed, sickened, and highly confused.  There were strange-strange feelings seething thru her body and mind; feelings she did not want to address.
	When not so long ago she was a juror viewing porn (with other jurors) and though what was depicted on the large screen television of a girl under twelve sucking off a man sitting on a sofa—Nicole found herself with wet panties!
	The little girl was pretty, a few months shy of being eleven, naked, slender body, and poised with her legs spread outward so as the “viewer” could see her ass, crack, and hairless cunt.  Later on she was up on the lap of the naked man (her Daddy) riding his cock.
	To deny herself of the feelings that swam thru her (and causing the wet panty effect) Nicole became a devoted advocate against porn, producers of porn, and child sex abuse.  After the jury duty for that day Nicole could hardly wait to get home, get naked, fling herself on her bed and frig herself into a furor.  She couldn’t explain it (and didn’t want to, either.)
	There were more viewings of the Daddy and his daughter, other girls (and some boys, even) were involved.  The man was totally busted and totally convicted spending the next 20 years of his life away from mainstream society.  Nicole found herself wearing a disguise and going fifty miles to another city to “visit” a porno store.  There she purchased pussy pleasers and videos.

	After Justin moved out from under her the bastard man had the other teen boy come up from where he had been backhanded giving him the bloody nose and fat lip.  He still had fight in him but was wise enough to realize he was virtually powerless (fucked) to do anything about it.

	The boy was cleaned up and brought into play.
	Nicole’s hips were raised up and she was spanked.  It then suddenly dawned on her what the second boy was going to do.  Her legs were slapped open wide and someone was roughly fingering her asshole.  Nicole wasn’t into that, her second husband likened to hump her ass(hole) and began using candlesticks to persuade her and ready her hole for future buggering.  It wasn’t Nicole’s thing and she didn’t care for it.
	She knew it was the bastard of a man behind her directly, with her face on the grungy carpet she could just see another girl beside the blond hair girl who was awake and very horrified.  The “other” girl who had brown hair in twin braids, basically flat chested, was being undressed.
	Laying out on her backside the other boy had pulled off the girl’s pants.  Nicole gathered that the two were siblings.  That was the ultimate sin.  The man behind her smacked her ass and Nicole could feel his manhood pressing even harder against her.
	With the brown haired girl’s pants off, so came her lavender colored panties.  The girl wailed, sobbed, and was inconsolable despite her brother whispering to her that it was going to be alright.
	The girl removed her own shirt and trainer and was nude.
	The boy pulled off his shirt then removed rather clumsily his pants and underwear.  His teen pud was semi hard.  The boy looked pretty good; Nicole heard the man behind her say something to the effect “fuck her.”
	The boy, though, refused.  He was one too afraid and two, his cock wasn’t strong enough.  No matter, the little girl, Lindsy, came to lay down, open her legs, and frig herself.  Nicole thought she’d be violently ill right then and there.  The little girl wasn’t too emotional, though, and went to the job of fingering herself with the sole purpose of inciting the teen boy’s sex driver.  
	Lindsy raised her legs exposing the full viewing of her pussy and asshole.  She fingered herself and fingered herself and fingered herself until such time as young teen Kevin Horter indeed had a boner good enough to break bricks.
	Thing was, though, it wasn’t bricks he was to bust but his sister’s cunt.
	“You two ever fuck before?” the bastard man asked out loud.
	You could have heard the proverbial pin drop.  It was a tie as to who was more shocked, the girl, Annie, or her brother, Kevin.  Their friend, the blond haired girl, Holly, was also just as shocked as was Nicole herself.

	Kevin shook his head indicating No.
	Annie couldn’t manage a response either way, verbally or visually.
	“Have you had sex?” the question was directed at Kevin.
	Kevin blinked his eyes and though he wanted to say NO he hadn’t, he gave a subtle head nod indicating otherwise.
	“A girl your age?”
	Kevin nodded more aptly at that imposing question.  He had.
	“Have you and your sister ever fooled around?” inquiring minds wanted to know.
	Young Kevin held his mouth open at the embarrassing intrusive question.  Annie was much the same.  The siblings were in horror—absolute horror.  Then, 
	“Fuck her.”
	In no way was Kevin going to comply.
	“Either YOU fuck her, or I will.”
	“KEVIN!” yelled out a terrified ten year old Annie.  In no way did Annie want the bastard man to “fuck her.”  In no way.
	The bastard man moved from behind Nicole to pronounce himself before the siblings; he stroked his manhood, flopped it determinately and nodded his head.
	Then, Nicole noted a sort of calm over the boy.  He seemed to act a little strange and turned to his distraught sister.  The girl seemed a little more calm, too.  The boy positioned himself over his naked sibling, his cock hanging down like a horse’s cock embarrassingly did.  
	Annie lay with her legs opened wide.  All eyes were on them as Kevin pushed his brotherly love tool into his sister’s cunt.  Whether or not she was a virgin or not Nicole didn’t know.  The girl made facial expressions suggesting there was some discomfort as she was violated; her young body contorted oddly, arched her back, and grimaced.  Kevin eased into her sex, pulling out then putting himself back in until he had breeched the still intact hymen and then proceeded to fully engage in that that was sex.
	Five minutes of intense humping did Kevin do unto his sister.  Then he finally unleashed his special brotherly love cream and virtually melted.  The release of pent up semen was one thing; cumming off in pussy was one thing; blowing his wad and having sex with his sister was over the top.
	The boy lay off to one side heaving, sweating profusely totally spent.  Sister Annie fingered her fresh fucked cunt, her young mind mindless.  The other boy was tossed the girl’s panties and conscripted into “do her”, too.
	The mayor’s son, Justin, sat on his knees in total disbelief shaking his head.  He couldn’t—he shouldn’t—he wouldn’t.

	“I saw you,” said the bastard man, “I know about you.”
	What did he know?  Nicole only lightly knew the Mayor’s son; he was alright, not into any trouble with the law as far as she knew.  He was good at school, was on the soccer team, active at his church, and attended most of his Dad’s shindigs.  What did the bastard man know?
	Justin sighed.  Busted.  Looking down to the crappy orange and brown shag rug in serious need of replacing the boy sighed, farted, and methodically fondled his cock.  Then, licking his lips and casting a look to Holly and then Annie, then Annie’s brother he moved into position.  Annie didn’t react, her mind had gone into that zone where nothing existed and exhibited so.  Holly curled up her fine nude body watching in some trepidation the horror before her.  Justin glided his hard-on against Annie’s tender cunt; then, closing his eyes inched himself into her.
	Nicole caught the bastard man’s eyes, “You bastard.” she said softly.
	The man nodded with affirmation, patted her ass then pulled Holly to lay her body out—then lay her.

*

	Kevin Horter and Justin Farge got the sex workout of their young lives.  After Kevin screwed his own sister he put it to family friend, Holly—this after the girl had gotten fucked by the bastard man in their midst.  Meanwhile, Justin took his turn fucking Annie.
	Afterwards, the boys got a bit of a break, had some cold sodas, and sat on their ass, knees up and legs open taking as much as fifteen minutes to rest.  A vent was opened in the top of the van and an a/c unit was turned on.  The light that flooded the interior of the cargo area of the van made everyone have difficulty seeing for awhile.
	Nicole really had to pee.
	More light was to explode into the van as the side door was opened.
	Nicole still blinded by the earlier explosion of light could barely see but there was a man there.  Beyond him were some trees, flat land, a barbed fence, and desert-scape.
	“Not going to the cabin?” the new man said as he looked inside.
	“Hadn’t planned on it.” stated the bastard man.
	“Makes no diff to me.” piped the second man and crawled in, shutting the door behind him.
	As the man settled and looked about seeing who was who,
	“Holy shit, bud!” he quipped noting the notables within.
	“Yeah, I know.” returned the bastard man.
	“Went a little overboard, me thinks.” he added.
	“Looks like.” snickered the second man, “and looks like you’ve already been hard at it!”
	“Couldn’t be helped, pard.” chortled back the bastard.  “Started out with this one.” He said tousling the hair of Lindsy.  Then, with a sigh, “Love to make for the cabin but there’s no time.”  Then,
	“Uhm, on second thought, though,” mused the bastard, “can you take time off?”
	“Be dicey, a couple of days but not a whole week.”
	The bastard man nodded and was in deep thought.  “I cant take off a week, but,” he paused to rip a butt blast then pat Nicole’s ass and look over the others he had collected, “if you can handle the cabin for a couple of days…”
	Nicole wasn’t sure what they were talking about but it didn’t sound too good.  Her mind was already in uproar as it was with the sexual abuse of herself and the kids, then her mind was under pressure as she was in great need to relieve herself.
	“Mister, I gotta pee!” exclaimed Lindsy suddenly.
	The bastard looked to the second potential bastard giving him a subtle conveyance.  The second man popped open the sliding door and stuck his head out saying “All clear.”
	A breath of warm air filled the van giving Nicole the idea that they were somewhere outside of town on the desert side.  But then again, the town was basically surrounded by desert.  Two sides of the town, though, were butted up against some mountains.  Nicole saw in a glimpse a mountain but her mind so frapped she couldn’t make any pertinent details.
	The second man pulled Lindsy out of the van and stood her up just outside, legs spread for her to pee standing up.
	“You gotta go, too?” inquired the bastard.
	Nicole, struggling with herself, ansy, and barely able to hold off the pending flood nodded.
	The bastard patted her ass, squeezed his fingers to her pussy and asshole then clumsily guided her outside.  With her hands and feet bound it was a little difficult managing her—she didn’t fight too much and peed a little on her exit.
	Once out she did a quick looksee around—that got her a slap to her ass and a warning glare from the bastard saying “Ut-ut-uh.”
	Nicole focused her attention, then, on the van.
	“Look down!” warned the man holding her at the elbow.

	So much for that—but she did put into mind the color and color scheme of the van, tires, windows, overall shape.  She hoped she could remember it when the time came.
	No sooner was she stand then she was peeing.  The floodgates could not be held any longer and the 38 yr old state assemblywoman unleashed a torrent of pent up pee.  It didn’t matter that she ultimately pissed into her clothes at her ankles—much like end of sex the release of pee was very rewarding.
	Her layered blouse was pulled down over her shoulders to her bound wrists.  The bastard man stood behind her feeling up her very ample breasts, fingering her pissy pussy, pressing his manhood against her pillow ass.
	“You continue being a “good girl”,” said the man, “and I won’t make you suck off that donkey over there.”	
	Nicole’s attention was directed to a lone donkey in a corner area where the barbed fence cut back across the landscape.  There was some trees there, a boulder, the remains of a windmill.  All needful information she tucked away into her mind for later recall.
	Little Shawn Gough had to pee, too.
	So did Annie; her brother, Kevin, their friend, Holly, too.
	“There’s gonna be a big stink about this.” said lowly the second man.
	“I know.”
	Nicole noted the second man to be about the same height as the bastard man, dark hair as opposed to the first man’s brown hair.  She tried desperately to determine his features for a later description to a police sketch artist.  She had no training in picking out pertinent features of a person—‘he was tall, about six foot, average weight, no scars.’ The color of his eyes she didn’t see, clean shaven face, no earrings, spoke well, and there was a wedding ring.
	There was no such ring on the bastard’s finger, though.
	Whenafter little Lindsy had peed, the second man unfurled his cock, stroked it then put it into the mouth of the little girl with his hand to the back of her head forcing her to suck.
	Holly was bent into the open door of the van, hands gripping the carpet with her legs spread wide open--Kevin’s face into her crack.  Beside them, Annie was in similar position with Justin Farge’s face in her crack.  The boys were commanded verbally to “lick” meaning, “lick their cracks.”  Asshole, crack, pussy, whatever--just lick.
	Nicole was once more sickened.

	“I’d love nothing more than to see you sucking off that donkey,” seethed the bastard man into Nicole’s ear, “so if you don’t, you’d best behave and do exactly as you’re told.  Understand?”
	Nicole clenched all over, especially her fists—realizing that the man’s ball sac was right there for her to clutch.  Somehow she managed not to.  In no way did she want to suck a donkey’s dick.  She couldn’t imagine how the man would make her—
	Oh, yeah, the minding device.  Somehow it had an ability to manipulate a person’s mind.  She sighed and nodded.  She wasn’t broken, not yet.  Already she had engaged in serious immoral deeds and witnessed even more hellish atrocities.  How much worse could it get?
	“CAR!” shouted suddenly the second man.
	“Goddamn it!” bitched the bastard.  He shoved Nicole into the van then hustled the others inside followed by himself.  The Second man climbed in afterwards slamming the sliding door.  Nicole wondered if it was also locked?
	The bastard man pulled on a shirt and pants then scurried to the front closing a sliding paneled door separating the cabin from the cargo area.  Nicole struggle to sit up, she looked around noting that the other three not yet addressed were coming around.  They seemed to be drugged or something and not fully clued in to the fact that they were kidnap victims.
	Nicole was stunned-stunned-stunned to see that two of the three others she knew and knew well.  They had been at the rally assembly where she had been earlier—Mia Sanchez who was a reporter and Gloria Deraila, a well known popular/unpopular lawyer.
	The other was Nina Starr, a local children’s show host.
	The input was just too much for Nicole.  She shook her head then heard voices.  The paneling of the cargo area was apparently thicker or possibly had insulation disallowing noise transmission.  The voices were muffled but as she scooted forward to the pass-thru door she heard,
	“Naw, just letting ‘er cool off a bit; no problem.”
	Another voice, probably the someone from the “CAR!” said something but Nicole couldn’t make it out.  The sobs from Annie distracted her and so she missed whatever else was said.  Scooting back to get to the girl to try and console her was difficult, only then was it that she realized how soaked her pants and panties were.
	“Are they gonna kill us?” Holly asked as Nicole settled beside the distraught Annie.
	“No, I don’t think so, honey.” Nicole said, ‘just fuck us.’
	So right!

*

	Highway speeds for fifteen minutes, five or seven minutes before she saw the watch on Nina’s wrists.  Like Nicole, Nina, Mia, and Gloria were bound hand and foot.  The kids, surprisingly, weren’t bound hand and foot.  Nicole wondered if she could possibly get the boys to do something.
	The sudden image of her underneath the smelly belly of that donkey sucking his dick off filled her mind and made her near violently ill.  She had no doubt that the bastard man would make her do it.  No doubt at all.
	She also doubted that there would be no retribution should she be able to convince the boys to “do something”.  Like escape and make a run for it.  The bastard and his sidekick would undoubtedly bring hellish discipline to the boys, and then to her.
	Twenty minutes (or thereabouts) at highway speed, then a slow down to a long sweeping turn, pickup to highway speed for about five more minutes and then a dramatic slow down and a sharp right turn onto a dirt/gravely road.
	A cattle guard came ten minutes later and then she wasn’t sure but there seemed to be an incline for several minutes.  Then a complete stop.  A door opened but the motor was left running.  There were voices and five or so minutes of nothing.
	Then the door shut and the van was moving again, but awkwardly.  Nicole realized that the van was turning around.  It went down to the cattle guard and the a couple of minutes further before turning sharply left.  As far as Nicole could tell they were level along a fucked up road—chuck holes, rivets, and rocks.  At length the van slowed and turned left again going up slightly for several minutes.
	Then it came to a stop with the motor this time shutting off.
	Dust fell in like a storm thru the open vent coating everyone and making them all choke and sputter.  The sliding door opened and the bastard man bitched “Goddamn it!” realizing that he hadn’t closed the air vent.
	Everyone was pulled out to come stand at an old hitching post.  Dust was in everyone’s eyes and mouth making life even more difficult than ever.  
	“Sorry about that.” said the bastard.
	‘Sorry?’ Nicole was awed that the man had a sense of compassion.
	Nicole and some of the others (all) were led up a narrow path; Nicole’s pants and panties, and layered top, were cut away from her body; her bound hands remained bound but her feet were free to move.
	“Remember,” whispered the man to her ear, “don’t be a problem and there wont be a problem.”

	Nicole nodded but she kept in mind to seek out any opportunity to “be a problem.”
	Up a steep path to gathering of pines and huge jutting boulders.  Then, down a short path to a pond where she and the others were glided in.  On her own she dunked her head.  The water was very refreshing and strangely she felt very well and relaxed.
	How much time she and the others spent in the refreshing pond she didn’t know.  Her mind seemed to also become calm.  She knew that the bastard of a man and his sidekick were horrible-horrible people and she despised and loathed them—but, she was strangely no longer so pissed off at them.  That part she couldn’t understand.  What they were doing was wrong-wrong-wrong.  They were heathens.  They were sexual deviants of the worst kind; users of an illegal mind altering device; kidnappers; and deviant sexual abusers.
	But in some strange happenstance Nicole couldn’t understand—she was ok with that.
	And there was more, once pulled out of the pond her bound wrists were undone and she was free.  But the “will” to fight, to flee, to do anything to save herself was not there!  It just wasn’t!  That was confounding—very.  And just when she thought the confusion would baffle and perplex her she suddenly felt differently.  A tingling sensation befall her pussy; she twisted as if she were a little kid in dire need to pee.  But it wasn’t to pee she herself was in need of.
	During the trek to “wherever” and the stint in the pond, darkness had descended upon them making the return to that rustic looking cabin a little perilous.
	“How long you gonna stay?” the second banana asked, or something to that effect.
	The reply was not heard, not by Nicole anyways.  Could have been something like a shoulder shrug to indicate indifference or something.  They all came up to the hitching post and there they waited while the first man, the bastard, went inside the cabin that to Nicole looked like it was about to fall down any minute.
	The bastard man came out with a lit lantern saying “Watch your step as you come in, there’s some loose boards (here).”
	The group filed in, minding the loose boards on the so-so covered porch.  Inside it was one room with what appeared to be partly built into a huge rock and hillside.  To one side was something resembling a kitchen, only detailed a kitchen by a counter, a cement sink with a pump to draw water, a huge wire spool to serve as a table, and one chair.

	A huge rock fireplace occupied space on the other side of the cabin with one single Army-like bed and several pallets on the floor with mixed bedding and some clothing.
	Rustic.
	Musty smelling, too.
	Another lantern was brought into play and the two men, both bastards in Nicole’s opinion, sized up the group.
	Lindsy Weiss, Annie Horter and her brother, Kevin; Holly Marsh the family friend and Shawn Gough made up the kid set.  Nina Starr, Mia Sanchez, Gloria Deraila and Nicole made up the adult set.
	The first bastard took Nina, who was nude and unrestrained, and put her on her hands and knees.  Everyone was nude, this after arriving at the pond the two men stripped everyone of their clothing before putting them into the water.  The cast off clothing remained at the pond.
	Once on her hands and knees, the first bastard began caressing her ass—which was pointed at the stunned Gloria and confused Nicole.  For some reason, Nicole felt unable to be disgusted.  She tried to figure it out but was unable.  She noted that the bastard of a man didn’t have an erection.  That was ok, the Mayor’s son and Kevin did.
	Both boys didn’t have particularly hard hard-ons, but they weren’t “soft”, either.  Both boys were called up to Nina who seemed to be struggling with herself.  Nicole understood that part.  Both boys were directed to “rub her”—firstly with their hands and then with their boy parts.
	Strangely (and very strangely) Nicole’s pussy tingled.  With desire?
	Kevin caressed Nina’s ass, he shook and trembled all over as he, too, struggled.  He couldn’t resist, though, another power consumed him prevailing upon him to utter submission.  So he caressed Nina’s ass, her sides, then her dangling breasts.
	Holly Marsh came to lay on the scattered bedding, laying out on her back with her legs open.  She then began to finger her pussy catching Kevin and Justin’s eyes.  This ensured the two boys to get serious hard.  Little Lindsy and Annie got on their hands and knees beside Holly, faces down, asses up, legs open to reveal themselves further enticing the boys to no end.
	After much ogling and getting sufficiently hard-hard-hard to the point of near agony ‘cause he hadn’t been allowed to jerk off to please himself, Kevin got before Nina Starr and the woman took his member, handling it for a minute before taking it into her mouth.
	Meanwhile, Justin positioned himself behind the woman and firstly buried his face into her crack licking out her asshole.  Nina found herself sweating and the tingling sensation increasing tenfold.

	 Nicole didn’t know Nina Starr personally, but she was aware of the woman’s televised kiddie show.  She worked with puppets and small children; singing songs, doing kid friendly and instructional skits, introducing cartoons, and doing arts & crafts.  She was very popular with all walks of life; she taught Spanish and sign language; she went to various libraries to read to children, and as far as Nicole knew was unmarried.
	Soon Justin was given a new command—“fuck her.”
	The boy looked to the bastard man—for clarity?
	“In the hole—the rabbit hole.”  Asshole.
	Justin blinked his sweaty eyes, sighed, and repositioned himself up against Nina’s bung hole.  He wasn’t too good at aiming, and though his cock was hard it had a little difficulty making anal intrusion.  But with perseverance he did manage and soon was in the woman’s hole where no cock had gone before.
	She also hadn’t slurped schlong.  She was a quintessential “good girl.”
	(she wasn’t, though, a virgin.)
	Justin humped and humped and humped—pulled out to slap his dong against the woman’s very nice ass then ram it back into the “rabbit hole.”  Kevin was enjoying the blowjob but occasionally checked his sister, their friend, and then everyone else and the enjoyment level was decreased a bit.
	When the torment to her fucked asshole was done and the boy who caused the torment fell away in some agony (but reeling in the “good fuck” just the same) Nina rubbed her ass as if it would help.  It didn’t.  She gripped her cheeks and all those in view watched in some odd fascination as gobs of fresh spewed spunk oozed out.
	Kevin had cum off, too.
	Nina was even less thrilled with a mouthful of jiz.
	Everybody’s busy body nosey interloping lesbian lawyer, Gloria Deraila, seethed.  She had been in a funk since getting out of the van, a high state of confusion kept her civil even while she was undressed at the pond.  Once in the dissanctity she became more of herself—bitchy.  She was the most famous woman attorney in the nation; a tireless and successful advocate whose high-profile legal battles on behalf of victims whose rights had been violated leading to many landmark precedent-setting court decisions and hundreds of millions of dollars which she has won for her clients.

 	When a high-profile legal case hits the airwaves to be sure, Gloria Deraila, would be playing in some key role as attorney or commentator.  A tireless crusader against discrimination in all areas of peoples lives, she focused mostly on the feminist movement, affirmative action, homosexuals with specific attention to defending lesbians.  Also minorities and children filled her docket on a regular basis.
	Fearless lawyer she was, she stood up to big corporations and fought for the little persons, the regular people and went after Hollywood stars who had crossed the line in some way or fashion.  She was a bulldog—once she had latched onto a cause she wasn’t going to let go.
	Slowly the scene before her filled her mind.  Nicole noted the bastard man with an object in his hand and he seemed to be furiously fidgeting with it.  Was that the EMAD?  Nicole thought within herself—to maintain herself and to “go along” with whatever was commanded and directed of her.  A ruse.  She wished to appear to be passive and hoped she would be a good actress.  It was also hoped that nothing there would be to upset her to foil her pretending.
	“Problem?” asked the second banana.
	“Kinda.” replied the bastard man.  The man with the minding device seemed in a near panic—much more so as Gloria Deraila began to become “a problem.”
	Gloria was in freak mode—which was a good thing or she WOULD have been a problem.  The scene before her was just too overwhelming for her mind to comprehend.  It also was the purpose of the bastard’s inability to sway her to calm mode.
	Nicole saw for herself an avenue of opportunity.  But, she didn’t really know where she was and bolting out into the darkness of unknown territory—that wasn’t a wise thing to do.  Could she make the van?  Would the keys be in it?
	Suddenly, Gloria was on her knees in the middle of the room.  It was a struggle as she shook her head violently trying to deny the overpowering effects of the minding device.  There was no compromise—it was either full compliance or none at all.  The woman struggled but the Force was more and compelled her to go to her hands.
	Young boy Shawn was brought into play, right up to Gloria’s fifty year old face.  Nicole heard the horrid command—“suck him.”
	There was no way Gloria Deraila was going to comply with that.
	The bastard man worked the EMAD device in his hands and in minutes, Gloria Deraila WAS sucking on the cock of the eight year old boy.  She still tried to resist but the EMAD was more powerful than her.

	As the lesbian feminist lawyer suckled Shawn’s schlong, the second banana got behind the woman and began pumping seconds later.  Nicole didn’t know if he was pumping in her pussy or asshole.  not that it mattered.
	Shawn was soon replaced by Justin.  Gloria knew the boy, the boy knew Gloria—Justin being the Mayor’s son was often in the company of the woman when she made big stinks drawing a crowd that often included bringing in his Mom (the mayor) who often supported the known professional lesbo.
	The second banana bastard of a man pulled out of Gloria—pulled out of her asshole and took a moment to slap his more than adequate cock against her ass.  That was followed by some intense bare hand ass spanking with the first man taking up position behind the woman and humping her until he had to go—home.
	Checking his watch mid way along his riding of Gloria’s ass he shook his head saying “I gotta start heading back.”
	“I’ll leave the van and just take your car.” he added as he pulled out.  He didn’t even look at the woman’s hole and the mess that gushed out.  Looking thru the pile of clothes he plucked out his own and the two men walked outside onto the porch to continue their conversation.  What was said wasn’t known (not to Nicole.)
	Justin came off into Gloria’s mouth and during that pivotal climax seriously got into the deed of orgasming and it no longer mattered that the woman was someone he knew, that she was fifty years old, or anything else.  All that mattered was to cum.
	Some minutes later and the second banana bastard of a man returned, he farted then seemingly assessed the group.  Nicole wondered once more—was it an opportunity in the wait?  Could she take the man?  He was by himself…
	Kevin stepped up to Gloria and was dutifully sucked off by her.
	While that happened, Annie Horter came up to the man and began servicing his cock.  She firstly handled his cock in a lukewarm masturbation way, then she pressed her lips to the erection before sucking it.  The girl’s brother glared at the man as he fucked Gloria’s mouth.  Justin crawled over on his knees to place his face into Annie’s ass and lick her out.
	Though Nicole had her own thoughts—she could not enact them.  There were some opportunities presented to her but there was no ability to proceed with them.  It was guessed the mind altering device had something to do with that.  
	Good guess.

*
A little Q&A along the way
	11:25; by the time he’d get home it would be close to 1:30.  Wake up would come five hours later.  He figured he could squeeze another hour but that would be about it.  He needed a shower, dinner/breakfast, and peace and quiet for many-many hours.
	Pike sighed and enjoyed the air conditioning.  The rattling the car made as it moved over the rivets in the road caused by the scant rainfall the area got once to twice a year was unnerving so he was thankful when finally coming to the turn he had missed earlier where the road to Quartzton was better.
	Minutes later and he was back on the blacktop and making for home.  He hated leaving Karl alone with the new group but it was hoped that the EMAD and its new jacked up powers would be able to curtail any upraisings.
	A couple of miles before entering town and the headlights of the car fell on a lone person walking along the edge of the road bearing a backpack of sorts on his back.  For no other reason than “just because” Pike pulled over.
	“Need a lift?” Pike asked thru the open passenger window.
	“Yes, thank you.” said the lone highway walker—who turned out to be a teenage girl.
	Oh!

	“Not many brave walking this road at night.” Pike commented as they got underway.
	The girl, who introduced herself as “Jessie”, nodded sighing and saying that “I took a short cut and got a little lost.” Which really didn’t explain much at all.  Pike didn’t care.  He guessed the girl to be about 18yrs young.  He sighed himself and his cock groaned.
	At the outskirts of town was a small diner.  It was still open and Pike pulled in.  “Hungry?” he quizzed the girl.
	She was but Pike saw in her eyes that she was a little light on cash.
	“It’s my treat.” He smiled to her.  
	The girl was still uneasy; accepting a ride was one thing, apparently, but taking him up on getting a free meal was something else.  Go figure.
	Jessie ultimately accepted and followed the man who opened the door for her and was as polite as possible (and reeked a little, too.)  

	Truckers and other derelicts of society’s nightlife filled the diner, there was a booth at the far end and that was where the pair went.  In the light of the diner Pike was able to get a better view of his passenger—it only made his cock groan all the more.
	Tight-tight jeans.
	A layered top with nice bouncy teenage titties contained within.
	She had some nice cock appeal, a tomboyish kind of girl, long straight brown hair, wonderful blue eyes, a good smile, pleasant personality, and very-very slim.  Pike had a ton of questions to ask her but held off so they could enjoy their dinner.
	Jessie had a hearty appetite.
	Their conversation was light touching only on topical subjects; the presidential race, the horrid oppressive weather, the recent ship wreck at the nearby beach at the rundown fleaspeck trailer park, UFO sightings, and the dissovelment of the popular infamous motorcycle gang.
	After the meal, Jessie “excused herself” to go to the bathroom.  Pike didn’t figure her to run off out the bathroom window or anything, her backpack was still in the car.  After paying the check the girl returned all relieved and freshened up.  Pike very muchly wanted to see her naked, spread eagled, receiving his special love…
	“Going anywhere special?” Pike asked as they returned to the desert encrusted car.
	Jessie shrugged, “Not really.” Personal problems at home.
	Pike told her he had been out in the desert “prospecting” and time had gotten away from him.  He told her he was a teacher and lived alone and if she would like—she had hang with him until she figured out where she wanted to go.
	Jessie held mum for a few miles, then nodded her head, “Ok.”
	Pike smiled (and his cock groaned.)

	It was 2:30 when the car drove onto the driveway that was familiar and welcomed to Pike.  He was tired—way tired.  Sleepy and stinky, too.  Jessie, too, was a little worn out (but a lot less stinky.)
	“The short-short tour.” Pike said coming into the house.  A security light had illuminated the driveway paving the way to the kitchen door.  Flipping on a light and disabling the security alarm,
	“This is the kitchen.”
	“Refrigerator, stove, got it; kitchen.” Jessie the Smart Ass said with a smile.  Pike smiled back ‘I’m gonna fuck you and fuck you good!’  And it was to note that she didn’t seem to mind his putting his hands on her.

	Nothing to serious, just the polite guiding into the house his hand to her shoulder as she passed by.  That ass was wondrous (‘Wondrous, Centurion, wondrous!’)  A myriad of questions filled his mind; was she a virgin, did she take it in the ass, give head, handjobs?  And a few others.
	Out of the kitchen he waved his hand in gesturing to the open living room.  Then the hallway and to the first bathroom.  Jessie was interested in that one but Pike showed her a guest bedroom she would be using.  He also showed his room in case she needed him.
	“The fridge is open for your use,” he told her, “whatever you need help yourself.”
	Jessie smiled, nodded, and the two parted.
	More than anything did Pike simply want to crash on his bed.  6:30AM was gonna come awful damn quickly.  But he needed to rinse the stink off of him at least.  Already he heard the shower going from the hall bathroom.  More than anything he wanted to be IN that shower…
	But he went into his own shower first and drenched himself.  He hoped all was well with his sidekick, Karl.

*

	Prototype 1-1A   Model 0 Electronic Mind Altering Device
	Not for use by children
	Experimental Model Only
	WARNING!  May become addictive
	Prototype.  Karl had the one Pike liked and used so the Prototype would have do.  It worked, Pike had used it—but seldomly so.  No frills, none that Pike had been able to ascertain.  It hummed during the warm up, but the little lights and indicators that indicated activity came to life.  The thing with the Prototype 1-1A was that it was smaller and only capable of seducing one mind at a time.  
	One mind at a time.  Pike sighed.  It would have to do.
	Six-thirty did come all to soon—it seemed as though his head had just hit the pillow BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!
	Sonofabitch!
	Pike lay there listening to the incessant BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP! Before slamming his hand onto the annoying device to silence it.  Then he closed his eyes briefly—only briefly.  Ten minutes later BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!
	Sonaofabitch.

	No use putting it off.  He arose and sat on the edge of his bed.  First bell was at 7:55AM.  Seven fifty-five.  He need time—much more time.  Thoughts of Karl and the others at the cabin were far-far away.  Everything was far-far away.  He didn’t care—he only wanted to sleep.
	Then the need to pee struck him.  damnit!
	He was naked not bothering to put anything on after his shower just hours earlier.  As he made his way to his bathroom he noted his bedroom door.  Didn’t he shut it when he said his goodnite to his guest?  Maybe not.  But he thought he did.  Usually he didn’t, though.
	Usually he dressed for school with a sports jacket, sometimes a tie.  This particular Monday morning—fuck the tie.  The kids and faculty were going to be lucky—damn lucky, that he was dressed at all.  Fellow teacher Tim Hammerstett came clad in Hawaiian flowery shirt and pants just to the knees AND sandals!
	But that was him.  Pike was a little more intuitive to his attire.
	Emerging from his room in jacket, black tee shirt, dress pants and tennis shoes (a man can only go so far in dressing up for school) to find wafting to his nostrils the smell of breakfast—bacon, eggs, pancakes.  The radio from under the cabinet was on, too; country music.
	“Good morning!” said a chipper Jessie.  
	Pike’s eyes were still bleary and barely conscious was he as a whole.
	“I hope you don’t mind.” she said as she sat the breakfast table.
	Pike shook his head, “No, not at all.”  He was stunned.  Usually he grabbed his breakfast fare at McDonalds or something.
	“You look nice.” Jessie commented as they sat down at the table.
	Pike couldn’t remember the last time anyone had said that to him.
	“Where do you work?” she asked.
	“I-I’m a teacher.” ‘Who’s going to be late…’

	7:40AM  Fuck it.  His students would come in, bleary eyed as he was, half unconscious, the rest not too much in the care mode and the other in the ‘I really wish I wasn’t hear’ mode.  They would wait until about 8:15 before complaining “Hey, we’ve got no teacher!” to someone who may or may not give a fuck.
	Pike didn’t care.  After breakfast and Jessie was all about cleaning up.  She was a dream.  And of age!  Pike asked her “Sleep well?” and then got inquisitive asking more pertinent information like, “will there be anyone searching for you?”
	Jessie paused and sighed.  “Probably.”

	“Well,” Pike said coming up to her and stopping her temporarily from washing up the dishes, “you’d better come clean with me so we know how to proceed.” ‘And no one gets arrested—like me.’
	Quite simply—Jessie Nedmacky was in a sense a runaway.  “Misplaced.” she amended.  Thru some circumstances not her fault, her family (parental units) decided that she should go to New York to live with Aunt/Uncle and therefore be out of tempting trouble at home.  The Aunt/Uncle had a farm and far-far away from mainstream society.
	“What sort of “circumstantial trouble” we talking?”
	Jessie sighed and hemhawed around before explaining that she was a victim of circumstance.  “You see, I got this job working as a waitress at this outdoor café.  They serve beer there and some of it got spilled on me and so when I was going home a cop stopped me ‘cause of a taillight was out on my car and so the cop got a whiff of it.  The cop is sort of a friend of the family but knows another cop who IS a friend of the family and so he told my Mom and Dad he smelled beer on me.”
	Plus she had gone thru several jobs; she was a senior at her school where with her basketball team thrashed their school’s gym in an attempt to get back—er, show up their basketball coach for having them sit out games if their grades fell below “B”.
	And a few “other” incidences all created panic in her parents and so off she was to New York.  
	“So what happened?”
	“Plane got sidetracked.  I don’t know why but it came down at the airport and we all had to file out and wait in the waiting room.”  Jessie didn’t wait.  When after two hours and the passengers weren’t reloading, Jessie got up, collected her baggage, the backpack, and strolled out of the airport.
	“Parents probably having a fit.”
	“Probably.”
	After her stroll out she got a map and began “walking.”
	“Somewhere I took a short-cut” and got promptly lost.
	The dishes were cleaned up and with Jessie saying, “I think I’ll take a shower” Pike made a phone call to his school…

Tenfold and beyond
	“Is you Dad—powerful at all?” like a Marine Corp general, big business owner, something like that?
	“He’s a minister.”
	Really?  How intriguing.
	“Brothers?  Sisters?”

	Two brothers, two sisters.
	Pike smiled.
	After her shower, Jessie spent close to half an hour “sprucing” up.
	Pike snooped into her personal belongings before suddenly realizing he had “other” guests, too.
	Shit!

	Frankie had run of the house and was but was careful to stay away from the door and windows.  He kept the others in the basement fed and watered.  There was a small bathroom in the basement for their use and they mostly slept, played portable video games, and engaged in sexual activity.
	Chip, Micah, and Julie were doing ok in their new captivity.  Pike had forgotten all about them.  But they were alright.  The effects of the EMAD had waned but they were still “controllable” just the same.  Frankie was not “rough” with them and only had sex with Julie.  Well, he did have Micah and Chip suck him now and then “just because”.  Mostly, the boys fucked Julie (all over) as well as engaged sexually with one another.  No one was restrained and everyone seemed to be in a “willing” mode.
	After his check-in with the basement dwellers Pike returned to Jessie whom he found just emerging from the bathroom.  She was wrapped in a towel and as their eyes met—Pike got wood.  Although he had seen little Julie in the basement butt bare ass naked it was the towel wrapped Jessie who got him hard.
	Jessie was all aglow, smiles, and giving Pike serious palpitations.
	After a moment of “staring” Jessie turned to go to her room.  Pike let out his breath and stood where he was.  On his mind was getting rid of the basement dwellers.  He wanted to put it to Julie a couple of times, but then let them all go.
	On a lark he peeked into the hall bathroom and found on the floor Jessie’s pants AND panties!  Score!  Quickly he scooped up the cast off undies checking the crotch finding no suitable stains.  There was a slight mustiness that enraged his cock and frapped his mind.
	Slowly he made his way to his room noting that the guest bedroom door was not all the way closed.  He paused a moment, closed his eyes then took a quick peek.
	Jessie was with her back to him and totally nude.
	Totally!
	She was bent over partially just pulling up her panties!
	Pike fled into his room—decisions-decisions!

	So much—so much.
	School, the kids in the basement, Karl and the gang at the cabin.  Letting out his breath he flopped onto his bed and “got after it.”  His cock was in dire to severe agony.  He thought of Julie firstly right off to soothe his needs.  He could barely stand it (holding off not charging down into the gloomy dungeon and having his way with her) but he held off to lay with his pants down and working his prong with a furor.
	At 8:45 he was aware that someone was at the door.
	Only a moment did he pause during stroking, then he resumed course and speed but it was a struggle to achieve the ultimate goal.  His cock, too, was already stressed out as it was.  
	“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Jessie ask from the door but not fully intruding.
	Pike slowed his handiwork, “Uhm, accident, I-I was in an accident, on way to school.”  Yeah, that’s it—accident.
	“Are you ok?” she asked almost giggling.
	“Oh, me?  Sure, I’m fine—car’s wrecked, but I’m fine.”
	A moment paused before, “Am I intruding?”
	Pike could just see half of her as she stood poised at the door.  The Prototype was in his desk drawer, secret compartment.  Wrinkling his nose and stifling the urge to fart and spoil the moment, “Nope, come on in if you want.”
	His dick was out of his pants and strongly hard.  Jessie opened the door more and stepped inside.  For a moment she looked like a kid who was in trouble facing parental doom.  With her head bowed, hands behind her back, she stood still before slowly bringing her head up to focus her eyes on Pike’s proud prong.
	“Holy shit!” she exclaimed.
	“What?” Pike asked not knowing.
	“That’s a big one!”
	Pike swelled all over.  Hot damn!
	Slowly did the girl come closer.  Be damned the EMAD, this one was willing!  Pike slid off his shoes then his slacks—Jessie undone her freshly pulled on jeans and pushed them down.  ‘Karl aint gonna believe this one!’
	To please Pike unknowingly, Jessie kept her off-pink panties on while she shucked her pants and then pulled off her baseball teeshirt.  The bra slipped off and she stood still allowing Pike his jollies all the while he masturbated.  

	There was, of course, some apprehensiveness on Jessie’s part, she didn’t want Pike to think that she just jumped into bed with just anyone.  Then she relaxed and pushed down her panties and stood stark naked before him.
	Laying beside him the girl seemed a little tense but eventually eased herself into relaxing.  Pike opened her legs and began a light fingering exploration of her body.  He liked—a lot!  She was eighteen, looked seventeen, and Pike liked her as is.
	Finger-finger-finger.  Pike’s limber fingers diligently (and delightfully) probed the girl’s fuckable cunt.  Jessie’s breasts took his interests—‘specially after her nipples perked up.  There was no more holding off and Pike gently as possible rolled on top of her.  It had been awhile since last he had had a “willing” partner.  And this one was eighteen!  And she had come to him!  It was mindboggling.
	The two lay together caressing one another—that ton of questioning bursting at the gates in Pike’s mind.  Jessie merely lay beside him, smiling.  She was something like an angel.  Something like.  The quizzing of Jessie would have to wait—when Jessie latched onto his cock.
	Though he was years older than Jessie, Pike felt like a teenager (and a clumsy one engaging in his first fuck.)  To calm himself he rested his hand on her ass, squeezed it and stared into her gorgeous face.  The thoughts (and need) to fuck were provisionally put off.  That was until the girl rolled onto her back and opened her legs.  So much for foreplay.
	Pike made way on top of her gently-gently laying his prong against her hot teenage pussy.  He had made eye contact with the girl’s poon noting the protruding “lips”.  She wasn’t a virgin—but not a slut, either.  His eyes focused on her teenage breasts, she had a pair of delightful ample titties that were just right for the squeezing and sucking.  The nipples were hard and the girl was “ready.”
	Slowly-slowly did Pike ease into Jessie’s poon.  There was the feeling of intense pleasure—mixed with some discomfort.  Concentrating on the task at hand Pike eased into the groove and the “discomfort” eased.  There was no speeding into that euphoria that was sex but more or less of a glide to contentment.  That was more satisfying as well as rewarding.
	It was also a manner in which to make the lovemaking lasting.
	Nothing came to mind.  Nothing.  Not school, house payment, tax installment, credit card debt, union meeting, the state of economy, the kids in the basement, Karl and the gang at the cabin.  Nothing mattered or came to mind—all there was was the loving with Jessie.

	Five minutes later…
	“OH!” called out Jessie.
	Pike had come to the pivotal point in their lovemaking and began to step up the efforts to achieve the ultimate goal.  Jessie was vocal in expressing her pleasure and had already achieved her sexual climax more than once.  Her hardened nipples grinded against his chest; their bodies melded as one with Pike laying down but not squashing his angel; then, his cock fully embedded into her poon settled into a righteous bout of humping with only his hips moving to the motion.
	Jessie’s eyes bulged, her back arched, her arms latched onto her adult lover and achieved even more delightful orgasms.  She shuddered all over and felt herself cumming or peeing.  At the moment it didn’t matter and she just enjoyed it.
	Pike enjoyed it, too.  Tenfold and beyond.

A little Q&A will do ya
	“Have you had sex with your brothers?” although that was a given as most sisters with brothers in the house usually submitted (one way or another.)
	Jessie supplied the pertinent information requested—“Yes.”
	“How old the brothers/sisters?”
	There was one older brother and one younger.  The older brother was in college, he was twenty.  The younger brother had just turned thirteen.  Another birthday in the house belonged to the middle child, Lucy.  She had just turned sixteen and was equipped with a driver’s license.
	The youngest Nedmacky child was Rachel who was ten.
	“How old were you the “first time” with a brother, or both?”
	“I was ten,” Jessie said, the first time she “handled” brother Greg’s cock.  
	“Did you get fingered?”
	“Yes.” At ten.  It was that Touchy/Feely experience most siblings experienced.  Curiosity had arisen in the Nedmacky children; beyond that of what was normal for the household with the various kids running amok either in their underwear or stark naked.  As they aged and realized modesty and the scoldings from their parents about running naked with mixed sibling sex the kids realized that it was wrong.  Therefore, it was something to do regardless!  If the parent says NO, that’s wrong to do it—it was only natural for a child to do the opposite.

	“So when did you first get dicked?”
	“When I was eleven.” Jessie answered.  Her eleventh birthday to be exact.  No boyfriend—although she was masturbating a boyfriend she wasn’t doing anything further—fear of getting knocked up kept her from engaging in that practice.  But sex with her brother was different…
	“Did you suck him?”
	“Yes.”
	“Take it in the ass?”
	“Not until I was twelve.”
	“What about the others?  Did you have sex with Adam?”
	“When he got a little older.”  Like ten.
	“What happened?” exactly.
	Well, “exactly”, when Adam was ten he caught Jessie and Greg having sex.  He wanted in.  Naturally.  Before that, Jessie was giving him handjobs not knowing at the time that Rachel was giving him handjobs, too.  And it was Lucy who caught them.  
	“What did Lucy do?”
	“She got Adam to have sex with her.”
	Cool.
	“Was Greg involved?  Did Greg have sex with Lucy?”
	Jessie smiled and nodded with bleary glossy eyes.  The Prototype EMAD was working but at a low-low capacity as Jessica Nedmacky was willing to provide her adult lover with the intricate idiosyncrasies of her bizarre family.
	“Oh,” Jessie added, “and my Dad is a minister.”
	Of course he is!

	“Ever get caught masturbating—by you Dad?”
	“Couple of times.” Jessie said, once when she was about eleven, another time when she was about thirteen.  
	“Anything come about it?”
	Jessie blushed shaking her head, No.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	Her first time giving head was at ten years young!  Ten years!  Imagine!  Sucking off brother Greg.  As they grew older they engaged in sex (and sex acts.)  and not always at home, either!  
	At their Dad’s church, a community sanctuary, the naughty Nedmacky children found all sorts of ways to pave their way to Hell.  When there were no services and no one in the building, Jessie and her brother Greg often found “sanctuary” in the calming atmosphere.

	They also found themselves naked.
	Raiding the church’s kitchen was their main goal, being sneaky was another.  Mostly the two stole themselves away at the church to “get away” from the main house, their parents, and siblings.  Life had a way of being annoying and the two oldest Nedmacky children needed solace.
	Being a minister’s child put them under more scrutiny than others.  It boiled down to that Right and Wrong, Good and Evil, Parent and Child thing; whatever was “wrong” to do was obviously something the child wanted to investigate.  
	Running amok naked inside the church was just a part of their “investigation.”  Engaging in sexual activity was another.  Often they pranced naked on the area where the choir sang, the deacons sat, and their Daddy preached.  It was right at the pulpit where the naked Jessie sucked off her brother, Greg.  Then while still on her knees, she took the very microphone her Daddy used and rubbed it against her pussy.
	She did!
	Greg helped out trying to work the object into his sister’s cunt without much success.  He then tried anal plunging but that was even with less success.
	“It’s too big.” Jessie told him.
	That was ok, Greg found something that was more befitting of intruding into his sister’s holes.  A candle.  Candles were everywhere, on the sacrament table, up on the walls, beside the wooden pulpit, everywhere.  Greg selected some of various sizes—length and diameter and thusly proceeded to sodomize and fuck his naked teen sister right then and there.
	He also replaced the candles with his dick and happily humped her brains out. The cum spillage Jessie wiped up with the microphone.  They also fucked around on the chair their Daddy used when someone else was standing at the pulpit yapping.  On the blue cushiony chair, Jessie sat with her ass right on the edge while naked brother Greg noshed out her pussy.
	Greg was a handsome devil (no pun intended).  His thick dark hair was a bane to his parents but they had come to accept the overzealous style no-style hairdo of their oldest child.  He kept up good grades, never was in any trouble (none that was reported to them); he was good natured and more than once flirted with the idea option of following in his Dad’s footsteps.
	Greg actually had no intention of “following in his Dad into the ministry” it was just something to appease his Dad if only temporary.  He was an undeclared student at the local college with no clear direction of intent.  He was just enjoying life—and screwing his sister(s).

	Sisters?
	“Greg having sex with Lucy, too?”
	Jessie didn’t answer verbally but did so with her eyes, blushing, and big smile she attempted to hide.
	“How old was she when…?”
	Jessie wasn’t too sure on the exact “when” Lucy and Greg hooked up, but when Lucy was around eleven, like Jessie herself, she was giving head to brother Greg.
	“Did she suck off Adam, too?”
	Jessie blushed and said it was so.  
	“And what about Rachel, is she also involved?” sexually speaking.
	She was.  Mostly with Adam.
	“But she HAS done stuff with Greg?” who was ten years older.
	Answer:  yes.
	Mostly it was oral between Rachel and Greg.
	“Mostly?”
	Jessie blushed even more so explaining that with Adam paving the way butt fucking Rachel, Greg was able to get his teenage dick into her underage asshole.
	“Do all of you go to the church and get freaky?”
	That was a no; that going to the church was only for Greg and Jessie.
	“What else has been going on in the Nedmacky house?”

what else has been going on in the Nedmacky house
	Just days after turning thirteen and Lucy Nedmacky began sleepwalking.  The thing was, though, she was aware of it.  Daddy Nedmacky, Glenn, was one type of person who was predictable in his daily life; at work and at home.  Anyone with just a little study of him could determine easily his trek to work and where and what he would do there (at the church) as well as at home.  He was timely and didn’t like distractions swaying him from his At the Moment doing.
	On most evenings, from Thursday to Saturday night, Minister Glenn Nedmacky locked himself away in his private den working on the Sunday’s sermons.  10PM was the usual time when he locked himself away, escaping now and then to use the bathroom and/or grab a snack from the nearby kitchen.  
	12:30AM was when he quite normally made way for bed.
	Everyone knew it—especially Lucy.

	Promptly at 12:37 and Glenn came loping up the stairs switching off the downstairs lights as he made the landing turn.  Upon reaching the top of the stairs he found Lucy standing still in the middle of the hall.
	“Lucy?” he inquired noting that she just wasn’t simply standing and that there was possibly something wrong.  There were two nite lights in the hallway to light the way for those making treks to the hall bathroom or down to the kitchen.  The soft glow of one of the lights closest to Lucy bathed her in a wondrous light.  She was thirteen but just beginning to “bud.”  Wearing a light babydoll nightie Glenn could see his daughter’s budding teenage breasts.  
	He stood still for a moment, calling out to her now and then in a calm voice.  Lucy did nothing (but breathe).  Glenn stepped up closer peering into her eyes, her face.  Lucy made no facial expressions whatsoever—she stared straight ahead.
	Then, shortly before 1AM the girl made a face like she had eaten something terrible, smelled something foul, or was straining for some other personal reason.  Then she returned to her room where she simply crawled face first to her pillow, ass up.
	Glenn stood baffled beyond belief at the door.  It was unwise to disturb a sleepwalker, he wasn’t sure why but it was a well known fact not to do so.  Glenn was worried; he had never known Lucy to sleepwalk before, or anyone in the family walking in their sleep.  He wouldn’t worry so but the bedrooms were on the second floor…
	For awhile he stood at the door watching his sleepwalking daughter; slowly she settled her butt down and seemed to go to a peaceful sleep.  Glenn returned to bed and took a long time to go to sleep himself.  In the morning all seemed right as rain with Lucy.  Glenn spent time perusing the various implements of information regarding sleepwalking and sleepwalkers.  
	Sleepwalking (also called somnambulism or noctambulism) is a parasomnia or sleep disorder where the sufferer engages in activities that are normally associated with wakefulness while he or she is asleep or in a sleep-like state.  It is not to say to assume that somnambulists are unconscious during their nocturnal sleepwalking episodes.  They are simply not conscious of their actions on a level where memory of the sleepwalking episode can be recalled and because of this, unless the sleepwalker is awakened or aroused by someone else, this sleep disorder can go unnoticed.

 	A common misconception is that sleepwalking is acting out the physical movements within a dream; but in fact, sleepwalking occurs earlier on in the night when rapid eye movement (REM), or the “dream stage” of sleep, has not yet occurred.  According to a study on the subject of sleepwalking and those who walk in their sleep; children sleepwalk more frequently than adults.  
 	Activities such as eating, bathing, urinating, dressing, driving cars, whistling, dancing, committing murder and engaging in sexual intercourse have been reported or claimed to have occurred during sleepwalking. 
 	Contrary to popular belief, most cases of sleepwalking do not consist of walking around (without the conscious knowledge of the subject).  Most cases of somnambulism occur when the person is awakened (something or someone disturbs their Slow Wave Sleep; the person may sit up, look around and immediately go back to sleep.  
 	But these kinds of incidences are rarely noticed or reported unless recorded in a sleep clinic.  Sleepwalkers engage in their activities with their eyes open so they can navigate their surroundings, not with their eyes closed and their arms outstretched as often parodied in cartoons and films.  The subject's eyes may have a glazed or empty appearance and if questioned, the subject will be slow to answer and may be unable to respond in an intelligible manner.
 	When sleepwalkers are a danger to themselves or others (for example, when climbing up or down steps or trying to use a potentially dangerous tool such as operating the kitchen stove or picking up a knife), steering them away from the danger and back to bed is advisable.  It has even been reported that people have died or were injured as a result of sleepwalking.
 	Sleepwalking should not be confused with psychosis.
 	Sleepwalking has in rare cases been used as a defense (sometimes successfully) against charges of murder.  Sleepwalking has been found written into many dramatic works.  In Shakespeare's Macbeth, Lady Macbeth sleepwalks because of her overwhelming guilt and insanity.  Italian composer Vincenzo Bellini's opera “La Sonnambula” is named after its heroine, a sleepwalker.  Dario Argento's “Phenomena” the protagonist, Jennifer Corvino, witnesses a murder while sleepwalking.
 	In 1846, Albert Tirrell was found not guilty of murder and arson, arguing that if he did do it, he was sleepwalking at the time resulting in the first successful acquittal using a sleepwalking defense in American legal history.

 	The information helped little for Glenn Nedmacky ‘cause the sleepwalker was his daughter.  During the day he contacted several people in the professional business of medical doctoring including mental.  All assured him that “occasional” sleepwalking was harmless.
	Still, though, Glenn was worried.  He didn’t share this worry with his wife but kept it to himself—until Lucy started making dinner at 1AM and walking around with a kitchen knife mumbling something like “Redrum!  Redrum!”
	The second night and Glenn was in the hallway—waiting.  He figure Lucy began her sleepwalking stint around midnight.  At 11:30 he was poised at his bedroom door—waiting.
	At 12:15 Lucy emerged from her bedroom; she walked right by him to the bathroom, shut the door and Glenn could hear the unmistakable sound of her peeing.  (this because he put his ear right up against the door!)
	After the flush there was the brief wash of hands and then she was out and off to her room.  She didn’t acknowledge her Daddy but at the late hour who was awake enough to say “HI!”?
	Glenn parked it in a chair and waited.
	At 2AM he went to bed.

	The third night—nothing.
	The fourth night, Lucy emerged ten minutes after midnight to come stand in about the middle of the hallway.  She was absolutely still.  Glenn had almost given up thinking that the other night had been just a fluke.  Stepping up to Lucy he waved his hand before her face, called her named, gently touched her shoulders—then, just as a test, made a funny face.
	Lucy didn’t bat an eye or crack a smile.  Her composure remained stoic.  Glenn was confounded.  Fifteen minutes later and Lucy returned to her bed; face down—ass up.
	There was a nite light in bedroom she shared with Jessica giving insight for Glenn to see his young teenage daughter minus her panties.  He stared and stared and stared.  It had been sometime since last he had seen Lucy naked; sure he had seen her in her underwear and in swimwear—but a bare ass had been years.
	And there it was, up in the air.  The night light under the nightstand that separated the girls’ beds cast a glow on Lucy’s perched ass.  Glenn couldn’t make out “details” and when he realized he was staring (and staring for details) he grew embarrassed and ashamed and fled to his room—where he found his wife without her panties, too!  	Lovemaking soon ensued (but Glenn wasn’t making love to his wife…)
	The next night—no Lucy.
	The night thereafter and Lucy appeared a few minutes after midnight.  Glenn watched her and was mesmerized when Lucy suddenly started peeing!  She did!
	Lucy pulled up her mid-thigh length nightgown revealing the fact that she was wearing no panties, spread her legs and proceeded to pee leaving her Daddy speechless.
	He also strangely had a hard-on.
	After her pee, Lucy lowered her nightgown and remained still.
	Glenn didn’t know what the fuck to do; he knew that if Cathy (the wife/mother) knew she would be more than a little freaked out.  Sleepwalking would be one thing—pissing in the hallway in the middle of the night would be something else!
	After Lucy returned to her bed, Glenn scrambled to grab a towel from the bathroom and soak up the pee puddle.  Then a sprinkle of powder, then a squirt of seltzer from his mini bar in the den (social occasions doncha know…)  There would still be a stain and the requirement of a steam cleaner but that would make too much noise.  
	“Sorry, Rascal,” Glenn said to the family pet, three year old Lab doggie, “you get the blame for this one.”  Rascal whimpered and trotted down the stairs to park it at the kitchen door (‘cause in the morning when found out he would be spending time outside…)
	“I’ll make it up to you (somehow).” Glenn said, “maybe take you to the park and get you laid.”
	After returning to his own bed he fondled his wife, felt her up and found her aroused.  They made love (but once more, Glenn found himself thinking of putting it to his daughter Lucy…)

	The following night—no Lucy.
	The night thereafter, 12:30 and Lucy appeared completely nude.
	Glenn thought his penis would explode right then and there.
	For thirteen, Lucy wasn’t bad.  She had childish facial features, an innocent that was very attractive.  There were her smallish budding breasts, her trim body and then her sex.
	Glenn’s eyes couldn’t make out his daughter’s pussy but he knew it was there.  At first he felt odd, then ill, then panicky.  His first inclination was to flee to his room.  Then, he got a grip and approached—slowly.
	“Lucy?” he called out in a low voice.
	Lucy didn’t bat an eye, twitch a nose, nothing.
	Glenn hoped she wouldn’t pee again--poor Rascal…

	She didn’t and Rascal was relieved.
	Glenn stepped up to his naked daughter; from his pajama pocket he pulled out (no, not that) a small key flashlight.  Instead of flashing it into Lucy’s eyes he cast the bright light onto her body as a whole—‘specifically her pussy.
	He moaned and groaned as the image in his mind was of him putting it to her.  Kneeling down he took note of his daughter’s naked snatch; there was just a fine layer of pubes on her pussy—a pussy that didn’t appear to be as virginal as he would have thought.
	But then again, there were two brothers in the house.  Sex between siblings was a given—he just didn’t put his mind into thinking along those lines.  He was a Christian, he raised his family as Christians and somewhat naively assumed his children were following the Christian rule.
	In his mind he saw Lucy getting pegged by Greg and Adam.  He figured Jessica was involved, too.  And what about Rachel?  She was too young—wasn’t she?  Quickly he blotted his mind of seeing Rachel involved sexually with her brothers and refocused his attention to Lucy.
	With a sigh he stood and walked around Lucy and with a shaking hand very briefly—touched her butt.
	His cock surged nearly busting out of his pajamas.
	He couldn’t help it and so he “touched” her again this time not so brief.  The touch became a rub.  Then, still standing behind her, his hand guided by the Devil, “reached around” to caress her stomach, reach up to gently caress her breasts.
	Then it was down to her pussy.
	His cock then DID burst out of his pajamas thru the cock flap.
	What was he to do but rub the pulsing prong against Lucy’s ass?
	Glenn knew that from there there was no stopping.  It wasn’t so much as “desire” as it was anything else but pure and simple lust.  Well, not so pure and not so simple.  But it was easy.  With Lucy apparently in a deep wandering sleep mode, Daddy Glenn easily enacted his Devilish side taking his hard Daddy dong right up against his daughter’s tender ass.
	He let out a sigh and then a moan.  Right up (and down) the crack he did he go; he stopped breathing to place his hands onto Lucy’s hips with a huge desire to penetrate her.
	Did she take it in the ass from her brothers?  All the Nedmacky children had been in classes regarding How to be a Christian, How to act like a Christian and Why it was a sin to have sexual relations with your siblings (along with why it was wrong to engage in sodomy.)

	The “urge” came to Glenn and there was no stopping it.  So, right up against Lucy ass he did submit to the urge and masturbate.  Sometimes his hands, mostly it was just cock against ass and hump tenaciously to appease the urge.  When the jutting cum began to spurt, Glenn bent his daughter over and came onto her asshole.
	Funny thing, though, he wasn’t sure for certain (after retiring to bed and thinking the situation over) if he “pushed” Lucy over or she bent over on her own.  Did she spread her legs stance, too?  Glenn was perplexed.  He was also relieved—sexually.
	Oh, sex with the wife was good—very good.  But it was usually straight laced with only occasionally something kinky inspiring their lovemaking.  Sometimes they showered together, bathed together; sometimes she rode him.  She didn’t take it in the ass and never once sucked him off.  She manipulated his cock but that was about it.
	The cum spew was a lot.  Pent up cum.  Glenn could see his mess anointing his daughter’s hole, crack, and dripping down her legs.  For a moment he felt badly.  This was more than against his religion it was against Fatherhood as a whole!
	But he at least hadn’t penetrated her.  Not yet.
	Glenn didn’t know what to do afterwards.  He stood Lucy up, hugged her, found his fingers fingering her pussy and wondered if though she was sexually involved with her brothers, or at least one of them—would she be willing to be a little naughty with him?
	What was he thinking!?  Of course she wouldn’t.  Would she?
	It gave cause to wonder and when he discovered the girl beginning to “move”, moan, and so forth—time to amscray.  He fled to the bathroom and hid therein watching as his daughter simply turned and went into her bedroom.
	Glenn sighed and took a quick shower.  Settling into bed naked he found his wife also naked.  But she had gone to sleep waiting on him.  good thing—he was too worn out and “not in the mood.”

*

	The following nite—nothing.  No sign of Lucy (and Glenn waited from 11:30 to 2AM.  All that day it had been difficult to be in the same room as Lucy—he saw her nude giving him a terrific hard-on all the day.  Scooting off to the church to hide in his office.  Strangely, he found Greg and Jessica at the church.  They claimed they were working, helping out with some minor tasks and so on.

	Glenn couldn’t help but think they were up to something else (mostly due to the huge smiles etched on their faces.)  He doubted they were up to some worthy cause, something actually good for the church or some secret surprise for him rather than something more dubious.
	He let them be—he was a teen once, too.
	There wasn’t much “work” to be done at the church office, Glenn’s thoughts were on Lucy.  He had molested her.  Pure and simple.  Well, not so pure and definitely not so simple.  What in the world was going on—was it a test?  Was God testing him?  His mind was in uproar locking him in his office all the day.
	And it didn’t help matters when he returned home and Lucy came to sit on his lap…

	With no sign of Lucy to tempt him and not really in the mood to “put it to the wife” Glenn went to raid the fridge.  Cathy was a good lay, no doubt, but she was as bad as he was or the general “man after sex”—after sex she went to sleep!
	Suddenly while in the midst of devouring some leftover fare he was surprised by the young Nedmacky, Rachel.  The sleepy ten year old was clad in pajamas and stood at the entrance to the kitchen rubbing her eyes and picking her panties out of her butt.
	“Good morning.” Glenn said noting the time.
	Rachel shook her head, “No it’s not.”	Then, wrinkling her cute little nose she made for the fridge but not for the leftovers therein—it was the chocolate cake on the counter.
	Glenn decided that that, too, was a good idea and helped dish up a plate and a slice of cake for the two of them.  A nice glass of milk followed.  Not much was said—it seemed as thought Rachel was “sleepwalking”, too!  But she wasn’t, really—just sleepy with a 2AM snack attack.
	The thing with Rachel was, though, she was a sound sleeper.  She woke up alright and had no trouble arising for school or whatever planned for the day.  But when the kid slept—she slept hard.  (which made it easy for her brothers, especially Adam, to play hanky-panky with her!)
	After polishing off her slice of cake and draining her milk thirst, Rachel happily occupied space on her Daddy’s lap.  After a hug, a kiss, and another lingering hug, the girl fell to sleep.

	The house was quiet save for the Grandfather clock in the living room on Silent Mode.  The swinging pendulum could still be heard, the ticking of the minute hand Glenn could hear, too.  The hum of the refrigerator, the ice maker refilling its water reservoir, air conditioner kicking in--
	Actually, the house was pretty noisy! 
	Glenn nuzzled his chin to the top of Rachel’s head.  She smelled fresh; she was warm, delicate, and still his Cinnabunny.  Cinnabunny was a character in a short story he had written to tell to her when she was a wee child.  
	At 3AM, Glenn had to fart.
	Normally he excused himself to break such wind as sometimes he was rather potent depending on what he had eaten.  There was no stopping the gaseous offense once it was determined to erupt.  Rachel seemed to be very much asleep—he wondered if he “cut the cheese” would the foul odor reek havoc to her nose?
	No longer able to curtail the burgeoning bubble he let ‘er rip.
	A chainsaw fart.  
	It wasn’t, thankfully, too potent and Rachel was none the wiser.
	Glenn caressed the girl and thought of taking her back to her room she shared with Adam.  Adam was spending the night at a friend’s.  Glenn waited—and waited—and at 3:10 was taking his sleeping child to her bed.
	Laying Rachel down and whether by accident or subconsciously on purpose—his hand “accidentally” cupped her sweet little butt.  The next thing he knew was that he was tugging her powder blue pajama bottoms down!
	He felt sick.  He sweated profusely despite the air conditioned room; he stomach tightened, his balls tightened, his cock surged to full strength.  In his mind—‘just a peek—just a peek to see if her pussy is smooth or evidentiary of sexual activity.’
	Satisfied with that premise Glenn very-very gently slid Rachel’s pajama bottoms down to her knees.  Just to her knees.  Then, after turning on the bedside light he held his breath while tugging down her green tinted panties.
	He thought his cock would explode as his Daddy eyes fell onto the girl’s pussy.  It was NOT smooth as a ten year old’s cunt should be.  He figured Adam was probably most likely the culprit.  He wondered if son Greg was getting involved, too?
	Was she willing?  That was the biggie.  The relationship he saw between Rachel and her brothers was good.  No animosity.  They occasionally fought—that was a given.

	There were occasional “getting the other in trouble” but nothing too serious.  As far as he knew and could tell—they all got along.  Which gave cause to wonder—where they all having sex together?
	Trembling fingers came to “touch” his daughter’s cunt.
	Slowly-slowly-slowly with some attributable trepidation Glenn’s fingers “fingered” his ten year old daughter’s sex.  He melted.  The sensation of just touching was not unlike an orgasm.
	And speaking of orgasm—
	Glenn suddenly realized a problem in his nether region.
	Freeing his cock there was a bit of a pre-cum mess to deal with.
	With a sigh he sat on the edge of Rachel’s bed masturbating.
	Rachel slept on and for whatever reason, Glenn took her hand and placed it to his schlong taking over masturbation.  He still had to do the work but it was her hand about his cock…
	Glenn’s right hand then returned to investigating Rachel’s poon.

	When the time came to cum—Glenn hurried positioning himself.  He was no longer in control and went thru the motions in sheer madness.  Right at the brink of ejaculation, Glenn stopped the action, pulled Rachel’s pajamas AND panties off, opened her legs, turned her to where her darling little butt was at the edge of the bed, opened her legs about his waist and proceeded to finish off jerking off.
	Just as he began to cum he placed his cock against her cunt and humped it.  It felt better than it ought to and there was the pesky desire to “put it in her.”
	Somehow he managed to hold off breaching his young daughter’s cunt and thusly stepping WAY over the bounds of fatherhood.  An ungodly mess was spilled onto Rachel’s belly area.  He smeared the spunk all over her lovely young pussy.
	He humped and humped, grinding his cum squirter right into the girl’s slit—he even gouged the head of his squirter right into the slit knowing that Adam for sure had done so.
	But he was a man with a man dick.  (that part about being her Daddy didn’t seem to enter into the equation.)
	After soiling his daughter and his energy level topped out, he rest a moment laying partly onto the bed up against the daughter he had soiled.  He found himself fingering her spunk laden pussy then found himself with his lips against hers!
	He did!
	Lust consumed him and his tongue dwelled within her mouth!

*

	In the Tanakh (Jewish Bible), nearly all accompanying Biblical references to incest occur in the Torah, most notably in Genesis (בראשית Bereishit (the Book of Genesis in Hebrew), prior to the establishment of Jewish law as described in Leviticus.  A few books contain narratives describing the conditions of particular instances of sexual intercourse among family members, which may be construed as incest and/or endogamy.
 	Jewish law does not explicitly forbid cousins from marrying, but it does prohibit sexual relations with in-laws, aunts but not uncles (Lev 18: 6–18).

 	To the point; Lot was a just and righteous man.  And delivered just Lot, vexed with the filthy conversation of the wicked: (For that righteous man dwelling among them, in seeing and hearing, vexed his righteous soul from day to day with their unlawful deeds;) 2 Peter 2:7-8
 	He was the only man that God saved from the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. 
 	...the angels hastened Lot, saying, “Arise, take thy wife, and thy two daughters, which are here; lest thou be consumed in the iniquity of the city.” Genesis 19:15 
 	He got drunk and impregnated his virgin daughters.  
 	“Come, let us make our father drink wine, and we will lie with him, that we may preserve seed of our father.”  And they made their father drink wine that night:  and the firstborn went in, and lay with her father; and he perceived not when she lay down, nor when she arose.  “Behold, I lay yesternight with my father:  let us make him drink wine this night also; and go thou in, and lie with him, that we may preserve seed of our father.”  And they made their father drink wine that night also:  and the younger arose, and lay with him; and he perceived not when she lay down, nor when she arose. 
 	Thus were both the daughters of Lot with child by their father. Genesis 19:32-36

 	Yet elsewhere incest is condemned. 
 	None of you shall approach to any that is near of kin to him, to uncover their nakedness.  Leviticus 18:6 
 	And, at least in some cases, is punishable by death. 
 	And the man that lieth with his father's wife hath uncovered his father's nakedness: both of them shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them. Leviticus 20:11 
 	And if a man lie with his daughter in law, both of them shall surely be put to death: they have wrought confusion; their blood shall be upon them. Leviticus 20:12 
 	And if a man take a wife and her mother, it is wickedness: they shall be burnt with fire, both he and they; that there be no wickedness among you. -- Leviticus 20:14  Go figure. 

	Glenn scribbled notes, cross referenced, checked the computer, checked half a dozen Bibles and other resources.  Incest and sex filled the many pages of the Bible.  Incest and sex filled history—from the beginning and would unto the end.  Heck, if you look at it right smartly, even the first two humans had to be related—Adam and Eve were of God’s children, therefore—they were brother and sister!
	Feverishly did Glenn poor himself into his potential sermon for Sunday Service.  It was yet untitled but he had scribbled on top of his paper “SEX!  In the Bible.”
	After awhile he ditched the whole thing.  Too close to home.  It wasn’t his usual sermon.  He had touched on the Ten Commandments a few times and the Righteousness of a Good Wholesome Home Environment.  But topics such as SEX! was something he was uncomfortable with presenting.
	Frustrated with having spent hours crafting five pages of notes on a topic he wasn’t comfortable sermoning he sat back in his chair glum.  He needed a new topic but all that was on his mind was Lucy and Rachel.  
	Just then who should bound into his office but Lucy.
	“HI!” she said with a chipper voice.  Of all his children, Lucy had the most angelic face and the strange ability to brighten his sullen mood.  She also brought him a gift.
	“You alone?” he asked as she loped in bearing a gift bag.  
	She made a head nod indicating so.  She was so bright, so pretty; her brown hair so luxurious—she had a peculiar style all her own that gently coiffed her face that her angelic glow bursted from within.
	The gift bag she had was a small yellow plain bag with a ribbon securing the string handle. 
	“What’s this?” Glenn asked.
	“It’s a bag.” smarted back smiling Lucy.  Lucy wore a simple tank top that usually annoyed her Father due to the “string” portion supporting the garment revealing too much of the shoulders.  He noted how snug her pants seemed to be, too.  Lucy wore a simple tank top and snug jeans that USUALLY annoyed her Father.  Usually.

	Glenn carefully opened the bag.  His children seldom gave him a gift outside of birthdays, Father’s Day, and Christmas.  He was wary.  It wasn’t that it was unusual or he thought that the gift, especially from Lucy, would be a gag gift or a trick bag with exploding snakes or something, but it was just out of the ordinary.
	She either did something or wanted something.  
	Inside the bag was something wrapped in brown wrapping paper.
	Inside the brown wrapping paper was a small gift box.
	Inside the small gift box was a simple tie tack w/chain.
	Glenn looked to his daughter with puzzlement conveying ‘what gives?’ along with ‘what did you do/what do you want?’
	“I just thought you needed it.” Lucy said with an embarrassing shrug showing slight disappointed that her Father wasn’t as gleeful as she had hoped.
	“I need it?” 
	“Yeah, I-I saw you, I’ve seen you preaching and there’s nothing holding your tie in place when you move about and you’re constantly holding it when you pick stuff up from the floor or introduce someone.”
	Glenn nodded.  Fiddling with his tie was a quirk—it occupied the usually free hand while the primary hand shook hands, turned pages, etc.
	Glenn smiled and looked the small gift over; it was gold (cheap gold) with an even cheaper chain.  
	“How did you--” he asked inquiring ‘how did you afford this/on the little allowance you get?’
	“I worked a couple of babysitting jobs, remember, and other stuff.” She was elusive and not saying.
	“Bank job?” Glenn quipped.  It was a running joke in the family, one of those “inside jokes” whereas anyone who seemingly suddenly “come into money” obvious robbed a bank.
	Lucy nodded, “you got me, Daddy.” she giggled back.
	Glenn just happened to be wearing a tie.  It never once dawned on him (or the wife) to get him a tie tack for his wandering ties.  He assembled the cheap gift (finding the receipt in the bag later he discovered Lucy had laid out $20 for the gift.)
 	After putting the tie tack together he stood and showed it off to Lucy, dropping some papers from his desk then stooping over to pluck them up without the tie going along for the ride.  He smiled big—even bigger to appease his child.

	Solomon's Song, which he creatively titled Song of Solomon, was mostly about boobies.  The below references can be seen in 1:13, and 2:6, and 4:5, and 4:16, and 5:4, and 7:7-8 . . . and 8:10... OK, the whole thing was pretty much “Boobies, boobies, boobies, I love boobies.” 
	“He shall lie all night between my breasts…
	  His left hand under my head, and his right doth embrace me…
	  Thy young breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies…
	  Come, blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out.  My beloved put his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.  Thy stature is like a palm tree, and thy breasts are clusters of grapes.  I will go up the palm tree, and grasp the boughs.  I am a wall, and my breasts are as towers.”
 	The reference to women with tower-breasts has caused some confusion, though. Since we prefer a literal interpretation, we think Solomon's concubines had breasts that were three stories tall with look-out posts in the cleavage. Either way, the Bible is a bigger supporter of breasts than a push-up bra.
	That part about “and my bowels were moved for him”—what!?
	Some things I don’t even want to know about.
	The metaphors of “go up the palm tree” and “grasp the boughs”—well, draw your own conclusions there.  The gal apparently got fingered and then some during some outrageous experience any modern day porn star could relate.
	Most references mentioned are from Genesis, the early days of the Bible when apparently mankind was first experimenting with just how creepy and weird sex could get.  But probably nothing in the book tops what happens in Genesis 6:4:
 	“There were giants on the Earth in those days…
	  and when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bore children, the same became mighty men.”
 	Just to be clear, if there be some confusion:  many in the general church audience populace are not doctors.  They know a suspicious amount of information about sex; however, most were involved with 5th grade Science, Life Science, and the ever popular (but not with frogs) Biology 101.  
 	We must also give applause to Gregor Mendel and his famous pea study.  Gregor Mendel was an Augustinian priest and scientist, and is often called the father of genetics for his study of the inheritance of traits in pea plants.  Mendel showed that the inheritance of traits follows particular laws, which were later named after him. 

 	In case you haven’t taken fifth grade science, it’s basically something about how “when two things come together and then “come together” something about traits occurs.  
 	It is known that the baby of an African and a some hotty from say China will produce a baby resembling a little like both parents.  From this we can surmise that the baby of a Giant and a Woman would look kind of like a HUGE baby. 
 	This did not discourage the women of the Genesis day, who may have gone along with the whole thing based on a fixed idea about giants and giant genitalia.  It’s a forlorn guess that didn’t last long as thresholds for pain eventually give way (and even if they don’t, vaginas do!)
  	This happens right before God causes that famous flood that destroys everything on the earth (except for Noah and his family.  So of all the perversions mankind has ever invented, it appears the Giant Sex was the one thing that was just too weird even for God, to the point that everyone else had to suffer for it.  Nice going.

	Lucy’s breasts.  The other night he had felt of them.  Glenn wanted to feel of them again.  He wanted to see them, suck them, FUCK THEM!  FUCKITY-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK THEM!  Glenn wanted to see his cum squirting onto that sweet angelic face.  He wanted to see the head of his cock disappearing into Lucy’s mouth…
	OH!
	Lucy stood with her hands before her, grinning, glowing, twisting her young delightful body scrunching up her equally delightful breasts that he wanted to see, kiss, suck, and fuck.
	The next thing he knew was the girl was against him—stepping (no, standing) on his feet.  She hugged him and Glenn fretted—he worried if she could feel his cock bulging against her.
	He and Lucy had “danced” on her thirteenth birthday, a special bond Father’s and Daughter’s shared.  Not wanting to spoil the moment Glenn hugged and squeezed his child innocently trying desperately to blot out his sexual improprieties.
	There was music playing thru his radio, religious type operatic type music.  It helped soothed Glenn so he could create his sermons.  Lucy hated that type of music “you can’t dance to it.”  You weren’t supposed to.
	So they danced and it was good bonding.  
	Some minutes later and Glenn’s feet could take no more; he leaned back to admire his budding child.  The budding child still clung to him and returned the admiration.

	“I got something for myself, too.” she said.
	“What?”
	The girl blushed, smiled, blushed harder then pulled forth a small package.
	Containing?
	A two piece bikini swimsuit.
	Glenn’s heart beat near out of his chest.
	Glenn’s cock beat near out of is pants.
	Lucy splayed open the “top” that in Glenn’s estimation would barely cover anything despite the fact that his daughter barely had “anything” to be covered.
	The bottom part of the swimsuit was even less material.
	Lucy looked concerned, chewing on her lip thoughtfully looking for approval.  The garment was Hawaiian flowered and just not a lot to it.  Seeing the stunned/shocked look on her Daddy, Lucy lost some of her angelic pose.
	“Too much, huh?” she asked.
	Glenn cocked his head, ‘too much?!?’  Not enough.
	“Did-did you try it on?” he inquired.
	“No, not yet.”
	Glenn continued to be stunned shaking his head.
	“What?” Lucy asked.
	“Well, it-it’s just that-that I cant see you in it.” Literally.
	Lucy batted her eyes trying to understand what her Daddy said.
	“I-I cant imagine what you would look like in it, is all.” he clarified.
	“Oh.” Lucy said nodding her head.  Then she smiled, beamed, and glowed.
	“Soooo, do you want to?”
	Glenn couldn’t fathom enough of an answer to answer so he nodded, sweated, and felt cum soiling his underwear.
	Lucy brightened even more and made way to his private bathroom (leaving the door open.)
	Oh!
	Glenn remained steadfast at his desk—before realizing that he could see his daughter undressing simply by leaning back a little and checking the mirror on the bathroom wall he used “check himself” out before leaving the office and going home or to the pulpit to give a sermon.
	The sneaky viewing gave Glenn a wondrous view of Lucy’s ass as she slipped down her pants and panties.  His cock was exploding in his underwear—desperately did he want to “whip it out” and spill his seed…

	Then off came her tank top and bra.
	Glenn couldn’t believe what was happening—or what HAD happened.  And, would it happen again?  How long would it continue to happen?  His mind fell on Rachel.  The other night had been special—very special and his cock yearned for her.  He saw her laying on her bed bathed in the cool yellowish light glow from her beside lamp.  He saw her naked.  He saw her anointed in his Daddy love.
	Glenn’s thoughts were disrupted by the presence of his practically naked Lucy.
	“Holy sheeee-it!” he blurted.  She WAS practically naked.  The swimsuit was—was—wow.  The top did barely contained the pair of sixteen year old titties.  The titties were small, thirteen year old size.  Lucy’s body as a whole was the size of a thirteen year old.  Glenn could hardly breathe.
	The bottom part was barely capable of covering the girl’s crotch.  It did but it eluded to revealing.  Glenn stared and stared at Lucy’s crotch causing the boner in his trousers to demand attention.  So he gouged the incited cock with the heal of his hand.  Lucy blushed as she saw her Daddy and he—apparently, was oblivious to the fact of what he was doing.  And he kept doing it, too!
	Lucy had a great little crotch.  A great little one.  Glenn moaned and seemed to be in direct agony.  He had a need to “whip it out” and “get after it.”  Lucy stepped up placing her hand onto her Daddy’s hand…

Gettin’ some
	“You’re Mom is—is—she’s not going to like it.”
	Lucy nodded, “Kinda figured.” she said with a sneer of acceptance.
	“Can you take it back?” Glenn asked hopefully.
	“Yes.  And get something more appropriate?” 
	“And get something more appropriate.” confirmed Glenn.
	Lucy nodded in accepting with the shrug of her shoulders.  
	It was noted that the a/c for the room was a little “cool” as the nearly naked Lucy had goosebumps and her nipples were perked up protruding thru the thin material of the titty cups.
	For as many as two minutes Lucy had kept her hand on her Daddy’s hand that was trying to appease his throbbing cock.  Then, on her own, she undone top letting it fall away.
	The time had come.
	Glenn could only stand still totally mesmerized while his daughter slid down her bikini bottoms and was nude before him.  Of course, there was that other night in the hallway…

	Lucy then put her hand to her Daddy’s throbbing bone.
	“Luce,” Glenn cautioned, “we-we can’t do this.” His voice was pensive in a low-low grade.  But he didn’t stop his daughter’s handiwork, either.
	Slowly Lucy unzipped her Daddy’s trousers and there it was.  The Daddy dong had popped thru the flap to present itself for Lucy’s delight.  She stared at it—stared at it—stared at it.  Of course, Lucy had seen it that other night—she had felt of it and was aware very aware of her Daddy jerking off on her, pressing his cock against her—everything.  For some time since her thirteenth birthday she had been training herself for “sleepwalking.”  Hours upon hours she spent with sister Jessica’s help thwarting attempts to grin, giggle or react to a flashlight in the eyes.
	The time had come.
	Lucy had thought that when she went back to her room after standing in the hallway her Daddy would come in after her to check on her.  She knew he did a couple of times and there she was on her bed face down and ass up—but he didn’t do anything.
	The cock was hot in her hand and had already began spurting spunk.  Her young fingers went diligently about the mighty pulsing prong and she couldn’t imagine how it was going to go into her.  Sex with Greg and Adam was one thing, but sex with Daddy?
	There was the “want to” but was there the capability?
	Lucy hoped so.
	And “doing it” in his office at church would be the bomb!
	The time had come—Lucy worked and worked and worked the cock until sperm was seriously jutting from the piss slit.  With one hand all the way down the shaft (fishing for his testicles) her other hand held the dick steady while her mouth went down and lips kissed the spurting schlong.
	Glenn let out a moan of surprise and then relief all in the same moan.  He could do nothing but stare and watch in awe as his thirteen year old daughter sucked his dick.  She sucked the head of it and cum was squirting out filling her mouth.  Lucy neverminded the goo and worked her mouth down-down-down the cock sucking most of it.
	But it WAS too much cock for Lucy to take.  She sucked it and sucked it and got a mouthful of love cream as a reward.  When she pulled back more spunk splashed onto her face.  Glenn was embarrassed—tenfold.  Lucy plucked a tissue out of the tissue box to wipe her face clean.  The spunk in her mouth, though, she swallowed.
	Ewewewew!

	Lucy then was the one to be embarrassed at being so naked.  Lightly she fingered her pussy while her Daddy took a few moments to recover and contemplate the next move.  But it was Lucy who moved, making for the desk and sitting on it facing the direction of his chair.
	Daddy Glenn, though, was too mystified to follow thru.
	Lucy laid herself out on the desk; it was cluttered with papers, notepads, a laptop, and books but Lucy moved them out of her way and lay “presenting” herself with her legs dangling over the edge.
	What was a guy to do?
	Glenn blinked his eye excessively then slowly sidestepped around his desk moving the chair out of the way to stand and return to stare.  There she was—completely naked.  Glenn was completely mesmerized and even more so when his daughter began fingering herself!  This only caused his cock to surge and take control of his faculties once more.
	Slowly, methodically, he took holt of his cock and began stroking it.
	Lucy fingered her pussy, opened her legs, feet up on the desk…
	Some sort of specialized draw compelled Glenn to move to his knees.  He got a whiff of Lucy’s poon—not unpleasant.  He could derive no identity to the “odor” but it drew him to her whereupon his tongue did flick to her musty cunt.
	How long had it been since last he had eaten at the “Y”?	He couldn’t remember.  Inasmuch as he couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten sucked off on.  But it was natural instinct in the male noggin to know the deal about eatin’ pussy.  Glenn licked all over Lucy’s teenage twat digging his nose up into the hood, nipping the lips with his fingers prying open the pussy so as to drive his Daddy tongue into the girl’s recess.
	Lucy flailed about with her thighs slamming up against her Daddy’s head.  She undulated all over, trembled and shuddered; her back arched and sexual lust began to summit.
	Glenn continued to lick and lick casually wondering about Jessie’s pussy and even Rachel!  He even wondered if he could lick out his wife’s pussy!  Would she go for it?  He kinda thought she just might.  He couldn’t figure why he had never “went down” on her—probably ‘cause she hadn’t “gone down” on him and he just thought it was not something they should engage in being a minister and all and a minister’s wife.  Sex was Missionary with an occasional flip-flop, a romp in the shower and bath, and that was about it.
	He knew his wife—her likes and dislikes.  He knew her birthday, their anniversary; what foods she liked and others she didn’t care for.  Her favorite colors, dress styles, and tolerances for life and family.

	But did he really know her sexually?
	Good question.
	Lucy’s “sex” was seeping cum.  The girl’s own juices were coating his tongue and yea his face exciting him beyond measure.  Using his whole mouth he engulfed Lucy’s “hole.”  It was some bizarre natural instinct and Lucy liked it.
	She freaked as her Daddy’s mouth-works on her pussy delighted her.  Her flailing slapping legs banging her Daddy’s head suddenly stopped to be more herky-jerky-like as she shuddered experiencing something not unlike an orgasm.  Her young teen legs clenched her Daddy’s head and he drove his tongue wickedly all about her sex with a furor.
	Glenn could not hold off any longer; standing, he undone his slacks, pushed them down along with his boxers then flopped his cock against Lucy’s pulsing cunt.  There against her sex he did grind and grind hard.  But the foreplay was done with and there was naught to do but fuck.
	Lucy braced herself for the impending penetration.  Getting nailed by Adam was one thing, he was eleven and had a decent dick (for an eleven year old.)  Brother Greg, was the oldest and had nailed her on her thirteenth birthday.  He was seventeen at the time.
	Regardless of her brothers’ pounding her poon—Daddy’s dick was significantly larger in every way.  She was willing, though, to “take it” and that was all there was to it.  Sister Jessie, too, had expressed (in private) her desire to get boinked by their Dad; like Lucy, she was taking dick from her brothers (and a wayward boyfriend) but mostly by her brothers.
	Glenn glided his manly manhood up and down his daughter’s pussy.  There was only the briefest thought of what he was doing and the complications that would and could arise from such endeavors.  But only briefly and then he was working himself in.

*

Banging the sheep
	How sacrilegious was it to bang your own daughter in your own church?  Huh?  Any guesses?  (and I’m still bugged with searching for the metaphor of Solomon’s song—just how horny can you be after some bloke finger’s your poon and makes you shit?)
	 Glenn couldn’t remember the last time he had cum so hard and left such a mess.  Usually the “mess” was left IN the pussy but the mess in question was left on his thirteen year old daughter’s quim.  And a lot of it, too!

	The head of his cock and a bit of shaft was all that could make penetration.  That was enough.  Most of the satisfying part of having sex was at the head of the cock anyways—it got stimulated more causing enormous waves of uncontrollable shudderings.
	Then there was the remorse.  What had he done!?  He felt terrible to horrible.  It was unconscionable to engage in such behavior—if his wife ever found out—if his congregation ever found out!!
	Lucy diddled her fingers in the fresh spilled spunk; she had to sit up to take holt of her Daddy’s love tool—it hadn’t gone flaccid but was not as hard as it used to be.  She stroked the member, squeezed it and then used both hands stimulating it once more.
	Glenn could only stand on wobbly legs watching his young child play with his dick.  His cum was still on her pussy pooling ‘neath her onto his desk forever soiling it.  The sensation of pleasure in his nether region seethed thru him igniting yet another round of insatiable lust.  Briefly in his mind he saw Rachel and Jessica.
	Before his mind could settle any thoughts on the two girls, Lucy was sucking him (again).  There wasn’t anything to do but let her.  He was no longer in control of himself and that was all there was to it.  There was no denying to “good feelings” stemming from getting a hummer regardless of who was giving it.
	Lucy, though, didn’t suck him off but stopped about midway along.  She slurped as she pulled back; grinning and blushing she shrugged then turned herself around laying on the desk presenting her ass.
	Glenn was a little mystified but not confused.  Lucy’s ass.  Lucy’s ass was right there—right there like it had been “right there” the other night in the hall.  Right there when he had pressed his cock against it.  Right there when he jerked off on it.
	Lucy’s ass was right there and he did feel of it.  It was like he was having an outer body experience as he couldn’t believe what he was doing and it was like watching someone else do it.  
	But he felt Lucy’s ass.  He felt all of it all over then was mystified again when his daughter with the angelic face pulled her cheeks open.  There was her asshole.  There was Lucy’s asshole.  There it was for him to gawk at.  His cock surged and spurted a little cum.  Glenn then knew what he was supposed to do.  But schlepping his schlong into his daughter’s asshole?  Could he?  He didn’t think of “should he” only “could he”?  

	Banging his daughter’s cunt was one thing—but putting it to her asshole?  That was Sodomy and very-very much frowned upon in the Church.  Very muchly so.  But so was humping your own daughters, spilling your seed on your own daughters and having wild dreams of humping your own daughters and spilling your seed on them.
	Lucy for whatever reason reached back and found her stalled Daddy’s cock.  It was prime and ready (and so was Lucy.)  Slowly she guided her Daddy’s missile to her backdoor.  Her Daddy was too stunned to react one way or the other and so he stood watching.
	Penetration to her asshole, though, wasn’t going to happen.  Lucy’s hole was too small regardless of being buggered by her brothers.  Some fingering and serious effort to push the cock head into her hole but with little success.  The cock head DID plunge in part way but of course, Lucy wanted more.  So, off the desk she scrambled going to the huge ornate wooden cabinet against one of the office walls.  Within were special items; sacrament robes, special books, wine (sacramental of course), incense, and candles.
	Lucy was after the candles.
	Returning to the desk she had in hand some various length and diameter sized candles.  She was all smiles, blushing red big time, and greatly embarrassed.  Her Daddy had no idea.  When moments later and Lucy was self-ass fucking herself with the gliding into her asshole one of the candles—then he knew.
	Lucy glided into her backdoor one of the candles, one of the smaller diameter candles and “worked it”—just like she did with her sister, Jessie.  Then, after self-sodomizing herself a half minute or so she replaced the candle with another larger diameter and self-fucked herself for another thirty seconds or so and so on until such a time as into her asshole she was plunging a candlestick almost an inch in diameter!
	Just after removal of the ceremonial candle and Lucy was grabbing for her Daddy’s dong.  This time, more than the head of his cock made entry and the cock went further and further into the dark recess.  Glenn gripped his daughter’s hips and plunged in.  It was the final breech of being Christian.  

*

	The heavy rainfall was a welcomed sound—it helped the slumbering Pike as he awoke and desired continued rest.  It was noon o’clock.  He had made love to Jessie Nedmacky, picked her brain for her story, and relished in the knowing of it.  Jessie slept soundly beside him—time to check the household.  
	In the basement, Frank had Julie on all fours with his cock buried into her from behind.  The boys, Micah and Chip were “engaged” sexually themselves.  Pike looked over the situation wondering how Jessie would take to the basement dwellers.
	Jessie had detailed serious improprieties in the Nedmacky home; society could tolerate brothers and sisters engaging sexually with one another, but a Daddy’s involvement?  Especially with the youngest one and especially ye old sodomy?
	It just wouldn’t go (with society.)
	So how would Jessie feel about the “captives” in Pike’s basement.  Did she have room to talk, to bitch?  In her mind was revealed to Pike she had helped sodomize both sisters with candles.  Barring that, was kidnapping for sexual purposes just as bad, worse, indifferent?
	After sighing and sizing up the situation he focused attention to Micah and Chip.  The boys had been laying down (with Micah on top) suckling one another’s dongs.  They were “turning” so to speak, accepting their fate and accepting the minding messages entrenched into their minds about having sex with one another all ways and every which way.  With Julie, too.
	After a little more “mind fixing” the boys, Frank, too, were hustled upstairs.  “I’ll be there in a minute.”  Then Pike settled with Julie.  He was still enamored with the young girl—she held a special candle of warmth for him and he wasn’t quite ready to release her.
	Then, of course, he had sex with her.
	Of course!

	“Runaways.” Pike explained when after Jessie found Micah, Chip, Frank, and Julie in the kitchen having lunch.  Jessie accepted that and joined them, not concerned with the fact that they were all naked, including her benefactor.
	‘I’d for you to stay awhile.’ Pike said via the EMAD later on that day.
	It was kinda figured that the girl just might do so on her own anyways but girls (especially teen girls) were known to be a little flaky.

	Jessie was cool with that but Pike saw a worry in her, too.  Her parents.  Her parents must be out of their minds not knowing where she was.  But calling from his residence wouldn’t be too good so they dressed and made way for a payphone at a convenience store.  Frankie was left in charge of the kids; drapes and blinds were kept closed, doors locked.
	After the five minute phone call with her folks, Jessie sat in Pike’s car more than a little sad.
	“I’ll ask the obvious, ‘everything alright?’”
	Jessie didn’t respond but she heard the question.  She sighed and tried to keep from crying but failed.  Pike held her to him and let her emotions flow.  Her parents were worried sick, of course; Jessie was still unnerved and upset that her parents had been so callus as to toss her out on circumstantial evidence.  She was too young to understand the complexities of being a parent.
	At length, Jessie’s tears ran dry and her emotions ebbed.
	“Call them again tomorrow.” Pike told her, “just assure them that you ARE ok and are in the middle of sorting shit out.”
	Jessie nodded that that sounded like a good plan.  While on the phone with her parents she hadn’t told them “where” she was.  That would be bad.  While on the phone she had caught sight of (here it comes…) a boy in a boy scout uniform and a girl in a private school uniform.  
	The boy was about ten, close to eleven.  The girl was eleven, close to being twelve.  After the phone call and emotional breakdown in Pike’s (Karl’s) car, Jessie once more saw the pair who lingered around the entrance of the store going inside and then out to the picnic tables located beside the building.
	Pike took note of them, too.
	Pike took note of Jessie noting them.
	Pike took note of Jessie fingering herself.
	Oh!
	On the sly, Pike fondled Jessie’s mind—obliterating the fact that he had a minding device AND was using it.  Whenever the electronic minding gadget would come out in view—it would be virtually invisible to Jessie.  She just wouldn’t see it!
	Neat!
	Thereafter, Pike drove Karl’s car around the store parking in the alley.  His first task was to take out the surveillance video cameras on the corners of the building.  Then, with Jessie as a distraction walking back to the phone bank, Pike made contact with Audrey Verminella and Ricky Neelson.
	It just never ends…