August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Twenty Two
The Fuck Of Us All

The fuck of it
	The unusual weather persisted thru the day with heavy rain, strong breezes, and the a lull before another downpour.  Summer were good; girls wore skimpy outfits and there were more outdoor activities.  Spring was good; the air fresh, a newness of life was renewed.  Fall was good; the leaves turned magical colors, spooks and pirates roamed the streets in search of treats, and calling of winter was not far away.  Winter was good but it was cold.  Snow was alright—in small quantities.  Pike could never get warm enough and people in his area just didn’t seem to know how the fuck to drive in snow!
	The storm ravaging his area was right on the tail end of Summer.  Fall was days away.  Pike preferred Fall of all the Seasons.  The air was different, more amicable than most of the other seasons.  He liked wearing his old sweaters and pillaging about his garage in some sort of odd attempt at making wooden toys to give to children at the local corner church.
	The heavy rainfall came in spurts and was on its way out.  Laying beside Jessica Nedmacky and Pike felt all was well with the world.  There were wars, conflicts, social degradation, depravity run amok, political upheaval in several forms, and EMAD use on the rise and not the decline.  But laying naked in bed with Jessica—fuck it, all was well with the world.
	Across the hall, Julie lay with Frankie.  Across from them in another bed lay Micah and Chip.  Pike’s Prototype EMAD despite its lack of Whistles and Bells worked just as well as the one his sidekick, Karl, had at the cabin.  The lack of communication with said sidekick annoyed Pike.  He hoped all was well with him.  He hoped.

*

	Headlights probed thru the darkness but it still said maybe if it was an actual “road” of some significance or not.  The headlights didn’t bounce around and went from the far left of view to the far right and disappeared.  Some many minutes later and another set of lights did the same thing.

	The distance from where she was to where the lights were was indeterminate but possibly miles.  Miles.  Miles to trek across open desert in the middle of the night wasn’t good.  It wasn’t wise—there were hazards to contend with that were far worse than what was happening to her and the others in the cabin.
	Then, to make matters even more challenging—it began to rain.
	It had been at least a couple of hours, maybe more, since Nicole had made good her escape from the hellish cabin.  She was aware of the EMAD use on her (and the others) but also aware that the affect was not too effective or long lasting.  When it was realized (that she was no longer controllable by the minding device) she waited for opportunity.  
	The not knowing where the hell exactly she was, though, was the bugger of it.  How far to the nearest “well traveled” road?  How rough was the desert?  Would the second banana bastard come after her?  What would he do to her when he caught her?
	It was a risk but one Nicole was willing to go for.
	An hour after scurrying across the desert she regretted her venture.
	The first hazard was a steep-steep decline where she thought the van was.  But there was no van, just a steep-steep slope that once down there was no going back up.  Being naked wasn’t a plus; the venture so far had left her with skints and abrasions; sharp pebbles, rocks, stickers and then everything else.  Maybe she should have thought it over some more…
	Just hours earlier and media reporter Mia Sanchez was getting boinked by teenage boy, Kevin—this after teenage boy Kevin boinked his sister and their friend.  Then, after getting sucked on by the children’s TV host, Nina, the boy schlepped his salami into Mia as she was on her hands and knees sucking on the eight year old boy, Shawn.
	The bastard man, second banana left in charge, seemed to be getting his royal jollies.  And it appeared to Nicole that just about everyone was under his control via that damnedable minding device.  She knew that Nina and most certainly Gloria would not put up with the improprieties surrounding them let alone “join in.”
	Nicole didn’t fully understand the complexities of an EMAD but it apparently had some nifty way of swaying the mind so that it would except the EMAD User’s perversions.  
	Of course, Nicole had to deal with strange feelings stirred up within her she didn’t so rightly wish to address.  She soundly confirmed to herself that she was NOT a pervert and engaging in sexual relations with the teenage boys and younger were not her forte.

	Then the rain came.
	A nearby jutting boulder offered some protection.  She took, shivered, and wondered how anything would work out.  Only occasionally were there headlights out across the desertscape.  She guessed it was lone travelers on the backroad circumventing the desert expanse.  Her directions were all skewed and the sky offered no help either with the cloud cover.
	The rain fell and either her vision was obscured or there was no one venturing out across the desert backroad highway during the rainstorm.  For hours she sat huddled under the rock precipice staring across the soaked landscape to where she had seen headlights.  When the rain finally let up she struck out from the rock making her way.
	The sand was wet, the air cool, the clouds still full of threatening sky and she was butt bare assed naked.  She couldn’t stay at the cabin—it was simply against the Laws of Nature!  It was intolerable to let what was going on continue—forcing kids to participate in sexual depravity with themselves and each other.  It just couldn’t be!
	A breeze kicked up chilling the naked desert traveler giving her second thoughts—maybe there could have been another way?  She wished she could have found the van, where the hell was it?  Of course, she would have had to try her hand at hot wiring but she knew how to do that…
	She figured she had gone the wrong way after scooting out of the cabin.  Not paying attention to her placement had put her in a worse predicament than remaining in the cabin.  Involvement with Kevin wasn’t all that bad.  Nicole was just bugged with the likes of the others, the little kids Lindsy and Shawn, the other two girls, Holly and Annie being brought into the fray of sexual decadence.
	If it was just Kevin…
	Reporter Mia, the kiddie show host, Nina, and Gloria the lesbian feminist—Nicole didn’t really know what to think about them and their involvement.  In a way, though; Nicole thought it was the living end (humorously thinking) that the bitchy lawyer got hammered by a teenage boy.  The bastard man took his turn, too; and he had a sizeable schlong.
	Nicole closed her eyes trying to blot out when the man had fucked her.  Fucked her.  Fucked her?  It wasn’t fucking—it was rape.  Pure and simple.  He had raped her, sodomized her, forced her to suck his dick.  The teenage boy had done her all three ways, too, but she didn’t mind that so much.

	What she didn’t care for the most was the mistreatment (sexually speaking) of the little kids.  The likes of the teenage boy doing the kids was one thing—but the involvement of the bastard man molesting them was something else intolerable.
	The rainfall had helped soothe the searing heat of the sand; the rainfall, though, did little to soothe the sharp rocks and stickers.  Nicole couldn’t believe her fate—what had she done to deserve such a deal.  She had been merrily voicing her displeasure about the new porn shop in the community; she was an activist for people’s rights; she had made waves in the state assembly with her lukewarm attitude regarding her party; she had voted or supported other candidates in other parties; she had voiced her opinions against her own party in support of other associates in other parties.
	Early morning was coming enlightening the dreariness surrounding her.  Maybe her crossing party lines was payback?  She had been just as “busybodied” as pesky nosey Gloria; but did that mean she warranted being kidnapped and thrown in the midst of absurdity?
	 Suddenly she had stop as suddenly there was a drop off.
	A dry wash with ten foot steep deep sides.  She nearly fell in.  With a sigh of disgust she went along the edging to where it wasn’t so steep to make her way across.  The sand was becoming less and less “wet” and more and more the way it usually was—dry.
	How was she going to explain her dilemma to anyone?
	How was she going to be able to return to normal life?
	From bank to bank it was some sixty feet or so.  The sand in the dry wash was barely effected by the recent rain, Nicole stumbled across and half way across paused as she heard thundering.  Looking up to the dismal sky that was parting to return to its normal clear blue scheme she found nothing suggesting “thunder”.
	Desert sickness or the thunder had just carried from the nearby mountains.
	Then, to her right, a wall of water came crashing and “thundering” around the bend of the dry wash (which was no longer “dry”) churning straight for her.

Before she could say “Oh shit!” the spray of the churning flash flood water from the high mountains was on her.  It was frivolous to run, especially in deep sand, but fear motivated her and off she was.  Being a woman she naturally took a cue from every movie where a woman is woman from danger and fell.
	A tremendous cascade of water swept her down the channel dragging her along the bottom then briefly shooting her up to the surface before dragging her down again crashing against boulders and the sides of the small canyon.
	Gasping for breath, grasping for life, Nicole scrambled to grab hold of something, anything.  The thrashing water grabbed back pulling her to the bottom rolling-rolling-rolling her along virtually drowning her.  Before consciousness left her she found a something giving her hope.  A piece of wood—no, it was a root!
	The force of the water was tremendous nearly breaking Nicole’s arm out of its socket as she held onto the jutting root of a desert tree.  Somehow she managed to grab onto another root and then a rock with a good handhold and finally breach the surface.  There were no more roots to grab onto and the sides of the canyon were beginning to crumble.
	Then, a hand came down as if like the Hand of God.
	But it wasn’t.
	It was the Hand of a Bastard.

	“You coulda been swept right out to sea,” the second banana man said, “this channel goes right out there and then there’s a rip current that could carry you out another two or three miles to the marker bouy.”
	There she could contend for space with the sea lions until help arrived.
	Safe on the desert ground away (far away) from the churning new river, Nicole caught her breath.  Though she despised the man who had kidnapped her and destroyed her life, she was at least grateful and thankful for the rescue.  She knew that she was close-very close to being another statistic and that just wouldn’t do.  Nicole wanted to live long enough to see her rescuer and the first banana bastard convicted and sent away to some dark dank place far far away.
	The trek back to the cabin took an hour.  They trekked in silence with Nicole’s mind soggy and still inundated with the horrible noise of her recent experience.  It seemed to have happened so quickly and she saw it all in her mind—over and over and over.  A new nightmare was taking over from the one at the cabin.
	
	At the cabin they kept going along the path to the pond.  Beings it was daylight, Nicole could see the other trial out from the cabin winding down a slanty hill to where the VAN was parked.
	‘Shit-piss-fuck-son-of-a-bitch!’

	Being as she had already been drenched by Mother Nature Nicole didn’t see the point of immersing herself in water again.  But the man insisted and Nicole didn’t resist.
	“This water is different than other waters.” he said to her as she settled.
	Nicole didn’t understand, “Different?”
	“Look at your hands.” where they had been skint up.
	Where her hands had been skint up there was nothing.  Nothing but normal skin and not torn up as when she slid down the hill.  Then, everywhere else on her body where the brutality of her short desert venture had given her abrasions and such there was evidence of such and she was healed.
	Miraculous!
	After several minutes the two returned to the cabin and back to the same game as before.  Nicole wanted to talk to him, ask him “Why?” among other questions.  But she held her tongue (and she didn’t know why) and watched as the cabinites were once more put thru their paces.

	On her hands and knees, Nina Starr received Kevin Horter while she sucked on eight year old Shawn Gough.  Kevin had his hands on the young woman’s ass and was deeply involved in fucking her asshole.  His mind was not his to command—not fully.  He was “aware” of what he was doing and who he was doing it to—he just was unable to stop himself.  But then again, fucking was a hard thing to put off.
	Nina was much the same.
	Gloria Deraila, too.
	Not so much under mind control was Lindsy, Holly, and Annie.
	The reason wasn’t known but—they were in fear and though not having their young minds bent by the minding device they followed thru with whatever was put to them.  
	Justin Farge, the Mayor’s son (caught by the first bastard spying on little girls in short dresses tumbling in the grassy area where his Dad and Gloria were giving speeches) lay on his back with Holly Marsh on top of him.  Justin, too, like Lindsy, was not so bent in the mind electronically.  But unlike Lindsy and the others, he was more into the misdeeds…
	Kevin and Justin weren’t too keen on schlepping their schlongs into the likes of Gloria—she was fifty and way-way-way too old to be humping.  Nina and Mia were alright, they looked good despite Nina being in her early 30s and Mia Sanchez, too.

	When Justin and Kevin were “done” with who they were doing, it was Nicole’s turn.  The second banana bastard man pulled/pushed Nicole by the shoulder to the bedding on the floor.  There she lay down (on her side) with Kevin behind her and Justin in front.
	Nicole had to help the boys “get in her”; she raised her leg to make it somewhat easier for Kevin to plunge himself into her asshole.  Justin’s schlong was strong, hard, and dripping cum.  Gloria looked on the site with some detest; Nina was in shock, the others in assemblage sat staring, watching, waiting.

*

Tangled webs
	Leighanne Shough (Shuff) without the “le”; Leanne Patrick; Stephanie Karp; Julie Deeber; Dawn Reeves; Tanya Ceburger.  The remaining girls of Pike Elsworth’s class he had yet to “touch” and give his special teacher/student extra curricular activity.  His mind and soul were willing but his cock was “I’ll take a raincheck!”
	Sex with Jessica was good.
	With just a light touch from the EMAD to Jessica who was basically one hundred percent willing, the kids from the basement were freed—to roam the house and backyard.  In the backyard they were to be quiet and clothed in underwear at least.  In the house—butt bare assed naked was the norm.
	Jessica was in charge of the lot and when not engaging in sexual activities they were sleeping, eating, or watching approved television shows.  Public Broadcasting and Cartoon channels specifically.
	The likes of Cynthia Ruiz still was heavy on his cock.  In his private office the teenager had given his cock quite the ride.  He had merely went thru the motions with the girl; enjoying slamming his bone into her asshole, then her pussy all the while she was bent over.
	A bit of butt spanking ensued thereafter; then, with the girl splayed out on the desk with her legs open Pike enjoyed fingering and hand spanking the girl’s pussy before shaving it with a razor he found in the desk drawer.  A bit of shave cream there was, too.  The act helped further entice Pike’s cock and after shaving Cynthia’s cunt—he promptly fucked it.
	Dora Beloria he would like to fuck, too—a fellow 9th grade instructor; Fatimia Cullins was another fellow faculty member he wanted to see on his desk with her pussy being shaven clean.  Both women were in their late 20s; Gina Mulgulver was another, she was in her thirties.
	‘I need a stunt cock.’ Pike said to himself dryly.  He liked pussy, he liked fucking pussy—but damn!
	Leanne Patrick.
	Leanne Patrick was a nice looking girl, not very tall, slender build, good sized melons, a sweet face with a popular hairstyle of the times extra thick hair, dazzling blue eyes, and scored 90 and above in exams.  She was friendly, not the cheerleader type but Pike could see her prancing about in a cheerleader outfit—a skimpy cheerleader outfit.  Most times the girl came to school in jeans.  Never shorts like some of her classmates.  A few times she arrived to class in a dress but never a skirt outfit.
	As the Season began to give way to Fall, Leanne came to class in a Fall skirt outfit that sent shivers to Pike’s shagged out schlong.  The girl looked good and as she passed by him at the beginning of class there was the lingering perfume the girl wore reminding him of Pumpkins, Spices, and everything nice!
	At the end of instruction just before the break for lunch, Leanne came to him with a proposal to write a special essay for extra credit on the subject of “Fall.”  Pike had offered such extra credit to anyone who would venture into such regrettable territory and was pleased that he had a taker.
	Discussing the essay, Leanne stood at his desk “bending” over onto the desk scribbling down pertinent information Pike required for his essay.  Pike leaned back to allow the girl room (and to take an Up Close and Very Personal viewing of the girl’s ass.)	
	In his jacket pocket he fumbled the Prototype.
	In his mind he fumbled Leanne’s ass.
	In his pants his cock moaned—‘not again!’

	Turquoise bikini style panties did Leanne have on and her ass was just as wondrous as Pike thought it to be.  Bent over the desk in his office with the girl’s skirt up over her waist and her turquoise panties down, Pike admired the soft alluring ass—it was perfectly shaped, unmarred, lily white.
	Parting the cheeks he investigated the hole and noted that Leanne either kept her young teen pussy trimmed on a daily basis or just hadn’t yet produced a lot of pubes to her vagina area.  
	After much ado about caressing and taking in the ass area, Pike schlepped his schlong against the soft skin, dragging the head up and down the crack before attempting anal play.
	Prototype 1-1A   Model 0 didn’t have Whistles and Bells and was not known for more than subduction of a Subject’s Mind AND could only subdue one mind at a time.  Regardless, Pike managed some Q&A…

	The first use of Q&A had been with Jessie; the second was with Leanne.  Q&A was so much fun!
	‘Take it in the ass?’
	“Yes.”
	‘By who?’
	“Jeff, Jimmy, Carl.”
	Three boys she babysat for.
	‘How old are they?’
	Triplet boys, nine years young.  She had caught them naked having sex with each other.  Leanne taught them other measures of sex; oral, vaginal, and the ever popular anal.
	There were no boys in her age group she was involved with; there WAS a boy her age but he had a cock that was a little more than she could take so he merely humped it on her pussy and ass and to make him ultra happy for their tryst she sucked him off.
	A yellow light on the Prototype suggested to Pike to end the mind probing and continue with his own anal probing.  His cock, though, wasn’t quite strong enough to breach the still tight poop chute.  A bit of finger play, the jamming of a handy-dandy candle, and then an application of anal lube and five minutes before the end of the lunch hour and Pike was sodomizing the girl in turquoise panties.

	At the close of business for that day, 3:30 officially, Pike walked a little funny (as did Leanne) whom he saw standing at the front of the school.  He paused a moment before making for his car.  His first instinct was to ‘let her be—go the fuck home.’
	But she was alone.  Other students and faculty, clean up crews were about—but no one close.  Leanne seemed to be waiting for someone.  Pike thought—thought-farted—then thought some more before making way to his car tossing in his briefcase.
	But he didn’t slid into the driver’s seat.
	“Hi there!” he said to the girl coming up slowly at an angle.
	“Mr. Elsworth!” she said brightening up smiling and none the worse for wear for her sore asshole.
	“Waiting for someone?”
	“Yeah,” said the girl a little glum, “my Dad supposed to pick me up but I just realized he’s at a meeting and wont be out until five o’clock.”
	“And your Mom cant come?”
	“My folks are divorced, I live with my Dad.” She didn’t explain “where” her Mom was and Pike didn’t pry.

	“Well, uhm, I can give you a lift.”
	“You can?  Oh, that would be super!”
	Pike smiled—his cock groaned.

	Leanne didn’t live very far from school, but too far for a young vivacious teenage girl to walking home—alone.  Not in the trying times of the day.  She did fidget a bit in her seat—her sore asshole.  In class she didn’t yap too much—in the car ride home; though, she was non-stop chatterbox.
	The Patrick home was nice, stucco painted yellow with white trim.  A nice family home in the neighborhood where most homes were Ranch Style and in the $200 thousand dollar range.  The homes on the left were up on a sort of slanted hill, every yard either had a white picket fence or shrubbery to serve as a fence.  Most yards had a huge oak tree of some type and size, too.
	Pike pulled up along the curb to let his student out.
	“Would you like to come in?” she asked.
	‘What did she say?’ his cock almost yelled.
	“I can fix us some coffee, or tea.” Leanne continued luring Pike in.
	What was a guy to do—an offering from such a sweet damsel just couldn’t be turned down.  It just couldn’t.  So he didn’t.
	The inside of the house was kept up, neat and orderly.  Dark cherry paneling, three bedroom, a nice sunken living room with a BIG screen tv, animal heads on the walls, sports pictures here and there in support of a particular Northwestern team along with a particular Northwestern college.
	The kitchen was where Leanne went after slinging her bookbag into the bar stool chair at the kitchen bar separator.  She was so perky.  Pike was beside him—it was a quarter to the hour of four and Leanne had already supplied the necessary information about her Dad…
	He had time.
	Leanne continued to yap about her schoolmates, her aspirations (to be a nurse and then possibly a doctor—or a marine biologist to save the whales.)  Non-stop yapping.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Two cups of special coffee were put down on the kitchen breakfast table.  She did so slowly and all her movements were in slow motion.  Then, slowly, the girl began undoing the buttons to her blouse.  Pike held his breath and waited.
	The Fall colored blouse of rust brown with leaf print was discarded onto the floor.  Then, down came the skirt and there she stood in those lovely turquoise panties!

	There was no better place to shag a teenage girl than on the arm of an overstuffed sofa.  So that’s where Pike did her.  Investigating her pussy told him that she was NOT a virgin—she was giving it up to those horny little boys she babysat for.  Pike shuffed his schlong into the proper receptacle and gently had his way.  
	Three minutes later and a small amount of love cream filled the girl’s poon.  Pike was near exhausted and drenched in sweat.  His cock was desensitized to say the least and to revitalize it he slapped it against the girl’s ass.  For the hell of it he fingered the girl’s hole, spanked her with his hands and then his cock—all the while the girl was oblivious.  The Prototype EMAD worked just fine.

	Stephanie Karp.
	A pretty girl was Stephanie; short, dark brown hair, round face, dazzling blue eyes, perky.  She sat in the front row, third row in, and generally wore jeans of various types—usually tight.  She also came to class in dresses or skirts and looked equally nice in those as well.  The girl wore perfume reminding him of roses but not overpowering.  When sitting in her desk she crossed her legs—when sliding out she gave inadvertently a little flash of panty crotch.
	It got Pike’s attention.
	And he would have left his attention to just admiring the girl and keeping her in his dreams—until she just happened to walk passed his office door on her way down the exposed hallway to the front area of the school at the close of business the day after his tryst with Leanne.
	With a sigh, ‘stop.’
	Stephanie came to an abrupt stop.
	He waited—looked around then,
	‘scratch but, pull panties out of crack.’
	Normally, this would be done privately when no one could see the personal—very personal action.  Stephanie firstly scratched a butt cheek and then went “digging.”
	Satisfied, Pike directed the girl to ‘turn left’ and make way into the den of debauchery.  

	The Q&A feature didn’t work.  Pike didn’t know why but the Prototype was just that—a prototype that was the basis for future mind altering devices.  He noted that the other EMAD he had left with Karl was a better model and sometimes it, too, failed in some of its operations.

	With no Q&A, Pike settled on having Stephanie undress before him.   A slow process with Pike standing with his cock unfurled watching her.  He was greeted with the girl clad in raspberry colored panties.  Tight bikini type panties with a nice-nice muffin bulge.  
	Sperm already began to spurt from Pike’s cock.  He smiled and stroked his love tool giving his prize the final instruction, ‘take ‘em down.’

	Not a virgin.  Stephanie Karp was not a virgin—no duh; she was too pretty to be left alone.  And at the point highest in their lovemaking Pike was able to probe her mind for a little Q&A uncovering the fact that she was having ready sex with her Uncle Ben AND cousin (his son) Ty.  Uncle Ben was in his 40s while Ty was in his late teens.
	They didn’t carry on all the time, just occasionally.  It had begun with Ty, Stephanie had long since been infatuated with her cousin and that infatuation turned to first cousin love play in the hot afternoons.  In Ty’s bedroom, the garage, basement, kitchen table, and bathroom (to name a few).  But it was in Ty’s bedroom Uncle Ben caught them—with Steph on top!
	After some spanking and Stephanie discovered her Uncle with a boner, and devised a plan to get back into his graces.  Stephanie was living with the Uncle while her Daddy was in state prison.
	‘Why is Daddy in prison?’
	“He bilked some investors out of money and stuff.” She wasn’t real clear and was apparently sheltered from the actual truth.
	So, anyways, to get back into Uncle’s good graces she let him catch her naked on her bed masturbating.  That resulted in another bare ass from bare hand spanking.  Uncle Ben was himself a preacher!
	After the bare ass spanking—Ben was once more noted having a serious erection.  Aunt Vera had passed away years earlier, Stephanie didn’t know why, so it left Ben “without” a source of nookie.  After the bare ass spanking, Stephanie positioned on the bed wiggled herself.  She repositioned herself so as she daringly had her ass up in the air caressing her blistered ass—all the while her Uncle Ben was still present.
	The next thing you know…
	‘in the ass?’
	“Yes.”
	‘have you sucked him?’
	“Yes.”
	‘he get off in your pussy?’

	“Yes.”
	‘how about you and your uncle and cousin—at the same time?’
	“Yes.”
	They didn’t pee on her but they did masturbate until cumming onto her face.  She sucked them, worked their cocks and balls and Uncle Ben shaved her cunt.  Only three times since living with him did the Presbyterian uncle sink his missile into her sex.  Ben had a lengthy cock; it was slender and curved oddly at the tip.  Oddly, the man prayed before penetrating her and after.  
	All cousin Ty would say when pegging her was “Thank (you) God!”

*

Midweek specials!
	His cock slid into her from behind; another cock slid into her mouth.  A tingling she tried and tried and tried to deny erupted in her cunny.  She wanted fucked!  She wanted cock ramming her cunt and that was all there was to it.
	But was it her own desire or the sick twisted desires of the second banana bastard man?  Deep inside her soul she knew it was her own desire.  No matter how much she tried to crush that unnatural desire—taking dick and sucking dick of a teenage boy was the bomb.
	Nicole gobbled Kevin Horter’s thirteen year old cock while behind her, Justin Farge fucked her asshole.  Both boys were “empty” of sperm which was something Nicole wished that they could deliver.  The boys were drained but their cocks continued to be hard enough to enjoy.
	What turned Nicole off, though, was watching the horrid bastard have his way with the young girls.  She didn’t mind so much slurping young eight year old Shawn Gough’s cock and balls but it was different when the sexual depravity stinking up the remote miner’s cabin involved the other girls.
	The bastard man had seven year old Lindsy Weiss across his lap, spanking her ass and “getting off” while doing so.  Just minutes earlier and Kevin Horter had been fucking the girl from behind managing to unload a bit of cum into her well fucked asshole.  Thereafter, the boy’s sister, Annie, had to come and lick the girl’s hole clean.
	After a time and the man pushed the little girl off of him and Nicole couldn’t believe the size of his cock!  It was huge!  Casually she wondered what it would be like to be fucked by such a cock.  The man stood, stretched, farted, and blatantly masturbated for all to see.  And all in the cabin saw.  And all in the cabin knew that someone was going to get it.

	And that someone was Nina.
	Nina tried to first scurry away—whether it was in fear of the man, his cock, being fucked, or whatever was not known.  The man grabbed her ankles, locked them, then raised her legs to sent a flurry of furious swats to her ass until it was tomato red.
	Then, he dropped her legs and flung himself onto her slamming his cock against her sex.  Nina was terrified.  The boys fucking Nicole stopped—they were exhausted enough as it was.  Lawyer Gloria sat up against the tin wall of the cabin looking on with much disdain—but it looked as if though she were out of breath, has the breath knocked out of her, something about breath.
	Finally, after several intense moments of the bastard man simply grinding his cock against Nina’s cunt, he put it into her.  He positioned the two of them so as everyone in the cabin could see the “penetration.”  Nicole understood that more than having sex and spanking everyone—it was another form of power, overpowerment, and a manner of control having everyone watch some sort of sexual depravity.
	Nicole, and everyone else, watched in amazement as just about every inch of the man’s manhood slid near effortlessly into Nina’s cunt.  It was ten plus on the wow factor.
	The man lay on Nina, locking his legs about hers—mostly holding her down (not that the full weight of the man wasn’t enough…)  Only his hips move ergo moving only his cock in and out of her pussy.  Nina clung to the man as clinging to anything else didn’t help.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” breathed Kevin standing at her hand methodically masturbating.  Justin, behind her still, rested his dripping shagged out cock against Nicole’s pillowy ass.
	No one moved, no one breathed.  All attention was on the couple on the floor.  Steam rose up from the man’s body; rivers of sweat drenched both the couples as their bodies melded.  Nicole couldn’t believe what she was seeing—Nina had a rather smallish body frame despite being in her early 30s.  The man’s cock slowly-slowly-slowly made full vaginal entry.
	And after five minutes he pulled out with no explosion of lust.  He was exhausted and then some and lay off of the young woman heaving.  It was an opportunity.  Nicole knew it, whether or not anyone else knew it or not was unclear.  No one moved, though.  The oppressive heat of the cabin was uncomfortable with the sticky-mugginess from outside leeching into the open area of the cabin’s one room interior.
	The man sat up, blinked his eyes, and looked a little stressed.
	“Are you ok?” Nicole asked breaking the eerie silence.

	The man didn’t respond but sat breathing hard, sweating, and looking a little pale.  Kevin and Justin looked to one another wondering if they should do something.
	Nicole wondered the same thing.
	After several long enduring minutes, the man stood (on wobbly legs) and stumbled to the door.  Nicole stood and with the help of Kevin and Justin guided the man out of the cabin and to the refreshing pond.

	Once more “Are you ok?” was asked of him.
	He was, but slowly did he answer.  He seemed befuddled and “not all there.”
	“Maybe you ought to go to a doctor, a hospital.” Nicole suggested.
	Karl nodded.  He didn’t feel too well despite being in the refreshing pool.
	“Does your chest hurt, how’s your arm?”
	His chest felt like the fat woman “Tiny Tina” at the carnival sitting on his chest and a wolverine was gnawing on his arm.  That’s not good.
	“That’s not good.” Nicole said.
	Karl sat still on the ledge—the thought of “dying” in such a remote place just didn’t sit well with him.  In the company of naked people, mostly children, his “evidence” all over them—in them all spelled doom more than death could provide.
	But, after twenty minutes or so the second banana felt better.  Physically.  Mentally he was weighed down with worry.  Had he been close to having a heart attack?  That definitely wasn’t good.  Too much exertion.  He knew he didn’t eat right, he didn’t get much more exercise than playing a round of golf, chasing after his kids (playing) and engaging in immoral exercises such as the case present.
	Once back at the cabin, “Let’s pack up and get he hell outta here.”
	Everyone got to dip once more in the mysterious healing pond for thirty minutes, Karl joined them but his mind was too bugged to bother with engaging sexually with anyone or having anyone engage thusly.  
	On the trek down to the van, Nicole DID look around to get landmarks.  She was clothed, everyone was clothed.  There wasn’t much in the way of landmarks—hills were hills, two mountains in two different directions, and lots and lots of flat landscape.
	Just before dropping down between where the path dipped down thru the higher ground Nicole saw a couple of vehicles going across the horizon.  Before she could gather any more pertinent information she was ushered into the van, tied up (for safety) and blindfolded.

	The van rolled down a rutted road five minutes before coming to a slow stop “California Stop” and then turned left.  Ten minutes along a bumpy road at a least 30 miles per.  Then it slowed to a complete stop; Nicole heard the sound of a big vehicle roar by followed by a small vehicle.  The van lurched out onto the paved road for twenty minutes, then slowed for a long sweeping turn.  Just as the van took off for highway speed—
	BANG!
	The van skidded and there was a lot of wet pants in the van.
	“Everyone alright?” the man asked poking his head into the cargo area.
	“Yes,” Nicole said—although being blindfolded she didn’t really know for sure, “what happened?”
	“Blew a tire.”
	The van hobbled along the roadway before it was safe to pull over.  Nicole heard the crunch of gravel and tried to keep all the information she had gather thus far in her head.
	The van door shut (and shut hard) and she could hear the man fussing with the spare tire on the back of the sealed shut rear doors.  Minutes later and the van was rising up.  The air vent was still open, Nicole heard a big truck coming along coming along coming along and then it was gone.  Storm clouds loomed above and though it was a little cooler outside, inside the van it was heating up.
	Then, after a long few minutes or so—Nicole noted that she didn’t hear anything.  Nothing.  All was quite a still and that was wrong.  She couldn’t tell for certain but felt that the van was still “up.”  What had happened to the bastard?
	Then the van was dropping down.
	Never mind.
	The van moved on and Nicole could hear more noise suggesting the entry into town.  Sitting up on her knees and with the boys helping to steady her she managed to stand—but being bound hand and foot stability wasn’t easy.  The blindfold she had managed to work off enough to enable her to see—like the sky per se thru the open air vent.  But the vent was at an angle and didn’t give much viewing options.
	As the van passed under overhanging light standards where some had street signs hanging from them, Nicole noted “Highway Way”.  That was a help.  Sort of.  The van moved too much jostling Nicole and the boys and so the venture of trying to get the gist of where they were at exactly would have to remain elusive.

	The van came to stops, turns, slow crawls, and was embroiled in heavy traffic.  Nicole realized that she could pound her feet against the walls to signal for help—for some reason she didn’t do that or enlist the aid of the boys to do so.
	The van splashed thru some puddles, crossed a set of railroad tracks, then came to a slow stop.  The motor shut off and Nicole held her breath.  This was it.
	The man opened the pass-thru partition and came thru the heavy black curtain saying “End of the line.”
	Nicole feared she would be killed.  It was the sad ending to most victims of brash kidnappings.  If she felt in any way the bastard man was going to slay her or any of the others then she would fight her best to prevent it or make completing the task difficult.
	The sliding door opened flooding the van’s interior with daylight.
	Nicole braced.  This was it.
	The man stood Holly up, hugged her and began squeezing her butt.  The blindfolds were removed—then her pants and panties.  Once more the man sailed into the realm of debauchery with tonguing out the twelve year old’s pussy.  He licked and licked and licked, nipped the girl’s lips and undone her shirt squeezing her breasts.  Nothing was said—everyone sat, waiting, watching in awe.  Nothing could be said.
	At length, the man pulled himself up and it was thought that he would put his massive cock into the girl’s pussy.  There was no way she could take it all and it seemed as if though the man was determined to do so.
	But he merely humped the girl’s pussy, grinding hard against her sex with a few meager attempts at penetration.  Minutes later he sat back and brought Kevin over.  The boy was once more stripped down, his pants (minus undies—no one got their undies back) and positioned between Holly’s legs.  A pat to the boy’s ass and he laid down on the girl.  His hands and feet were untied to aid him keeping himself on top of the girl.  No foreplay, it was get on her and get it in her and get off (in her.)
	While in the process of “getting off”, the man behind him patted his ass and masturbated.  Kevin paid no attention to what the strange nude man was doing—screwing Holly was the only thing on his mind and the only thing that mattered.  Just after blowing his load in Holly, though; something new came to the boy and he DID pay attention to what the strange nude man was doing.
	Just after blowing his load, the strange nude man undone Holly’s still secured feet, removed her pants and opened her legs.  Then he got up between the kids’ legs having Holly’s freed hands pry Kevin’s ass open.

	Oh no!
	Kevin wasn’t much into getting buggered—but he had little choice.
	Gloria Deraila shook her head and seethed serious contempt.
	Annie wept, Lindsy bawled, Shawn cried; Justin stared in awe with mouth agape; Nina shook her head ultimately closing her eyes and bowing her head.
	Nicole sat still realizing her pussy was tingling…

	Kevin’s body turned instant sweat; he grinded his entire body onto Holly pinned beneath him.  A series of faces he made as the penetration from the man behind him was dire.  Kevin’s cock, too, was still inside Holly’s quim.
	When the man had finally fully seated his schlong into the teenager’s shit tube, he began a slow steady progress of sodomy.  All Kevin could do was cling to the orange nappy carpet and endure the buggery.
	Many minutes later and it was over.  The man cleaned off the boy’s fucked hole, Holly’s pussy, and then himself.  Then, putting their clothes back on, blindfolding, securing them hand and foot, they were removed from the van.  The van’s door was closed and there was no information for at least half an hour.

	The sound of the van door squeaking open startled Nicole and everyone else.  Half an hour, an hour, how long had it been?  Where was Holly and Kevin?  It was then Nicole assumed the worse—they had been taken off somewhere and killed.  She didn’t think he had it in him.  It frightened her and shook her—she knew that when it came her turn she had to fight him.
	The van started and resumed its course.
	Time was meaningless, Nicole struggled all the more to poke her head to get her bearings thru the scant opening of the vent.  If she could see someone she would call out—but all she saw were derelict buildings like the ones in the 4rth District; warehouse row.  The downgraded industrial area were old commercial and medium industry once reigned but had fallen on hard times recently.
	The stench of fish suggested to Nicole that they were by the cannery that was by the waterway that led out to the ocean.  Her bearing were coming to bear—she knew where she was.  Now, could she use that to her benefit?  Probably not at the moment but later on to retrace steps and eventually track down the Perpetrator Bastard.

	The van stopped but the man driving didn’t come thru the partition.  There was a long wait and then the van started again and backed up, turned, turned some more, then sat idling for a few minutes before the engine shut off again.
	The man came into to cargo area and brought Nina into play.
	Nina fought him.  She fussed, kicked, lashed out and was in no way going to cooperate.  So the bastard man got rough with her, slapping her ass, rolling her over and pinning her striking her ass with all his might until Nina’s flailing legs suggested she had had enough.  
	Nina Starr was exhausted with the fight fought out of her.  The man seemed exhausted, too.  Off came his clothing and using a washcloth dunked into one of the ice chests he rinsed himself cool, then stripped Nina’s clothes off again—but shredding them to pieces as he did so.
	Nina flailed her legs trying to keep them closed but the man was persistent (and stronger.)  Laying on top of her (again) the man grinded himself as hard as possible whispering something to her no one else could hear.  Then, from grinding to fucking.
	The fucking wasn’t rough (but not gentle, either.)
	Minutes later and the bastard got his jollies.  	
	There wasn’t a lot of “evidence”, though.  The man humped his fill, got off, got “off” then pulled Justin Farge into position.  The boy nervously went to the task—the man behind him spanking him and as the boy got into Nina’s groove the man got into Justin’s ass…

*

second banana takes his last bow
	Two minutes—three minutes—five—seven—ten.  The van door creaked open, slammed shut, and the motor fired.  Nicole couldn’t help but wonder—was he killing them off or what?  After buggering Justin a full five minutes, he took Nina out from under him, dragging her out of the van, slamming the sliding door shut and disappearing for as many as ten minutes.
	Once the van was on the move again it turned one way and then another, up a slight hill, then down giving Nicole the idea that they had left the stinky cannery area and were over in the 7 Gables neighborhood where some sick insane developers had built seven street neighborhoods on top of some interesting “hills.”
	Then, once more, the van came to a stop.
	It was Mia Sanchez’s turn.  She resisted at first but knew that it was to no use.  She didn’t like it but tolerated it.  Justin once more got into the action, after the man had had his way with Mia, first.
	The man didn’t bugger Justin, he caressed the boy’s ass, spanked him, but didn’t bugger him.  Nicole got ansy watching the boy fuck, her pussy no longer tingled—it was on fire!
	Mia twisted, arched her back and tried not to get into the deed being done to her.  But Justin, though thirteen, was pretty good for sex.  He was tiring out but his cock still somehow amazingly remained rigid.  Nina watched in some agony finding herself wanting her turn and wanting it badly.
	She got her turn.  This after Shawn took his turn fucking Mia’s pussy, too.  The little boy didn’t have much in the way of pleasing a pussy but he did the best he could and did it for two minutes—all the while the bastard man caressed the boy’s ass.  Nicole thought for sure he would fuck the boy—but he didn’t.
	After the youngster sort of wore out humping he was dragged up Mia’s body to straddle her chest whereupon then the woman was directed to “suck him.”
	Mia sucked the boy—sucked the boy—sucked the boy.
	Nicole felt her pussy area wet.  What was it—the blatant nakedness of the boy, the boys?  Their actions of having sex?  The bastard man having sex with Holly, Nina, Mia?  Too many variables.  Mia sucked on Shawn’s nuggets then for a strange sick twist little Lindsy was brought over to straddle Mia’s face.  The little girl then was laid down Mia’s body and with eight year old Shawn position behind her.
	Firstly, Shawn had to go down between Lindsy’s ass crack and have a go there—licking the hole, the crack, and then the cheeks before sliding his pipe into her organ.
	Meanwhile, the second banana bastard straddled Mia’s stomach pushing Lindsy’s mouth down onto his erection to suck it while her friend took her from behind.
	Madness!

	On her back she offered no resistance but knew she had more than ample opportunity to lash out and kick them man senseless.  But she didn’t.  She lay allowing the man to remove her clothing once more and once he had he mounted her and slid into her very wet cum drenched cunt his manhood.

	Nicole fluttered her eyes excessively.  She could help it, she couldn’t stop.  Her mind, her senses, all were lost in a haze of incredible sensations she had never before experienced.  Sexual sensations long since curbed and tucked away in a secret place.  
 	She loathed the man, she despised him and would like nothing better than to have his balls on her desk in one of those swinging pendulum sets.  She wanted him more than castrated, she wanted his balls and cock all.  She wanted to see him locked away into a deep—deep dungeon with no light and bunking with a big biker dude named “Tiny.”
	But then again…
	Two pumps—three pumps—four! and Nicole was cumming.  She couldn’t believe it.  It couldn’t be believed.  The flood of emotions erupted into an orgy of insane delirium.  Shudders thrived thru her riveting her into a unique euphoria she hoped would never end.
	The pumpings continued and so did Nicole’s orgasms.

	To describe the sensation of little Shawn Gough’s cock in her mouth—she couldn’t.  She couldn’t describe Justin Farge’s schlong OR the bastard man’s, either.  After young Shawn had had his way with Lindsy’s ass, the boy came over to get suckled on by Nicole.  This after the bastard man had seriously “rocked her world.”  Her pussy (and mind) would never-ever be the same.  Never.
	The sliding door opened revealing to Nicole that most of the day was gone.  The detection of fish still lingered; there were long shacks, frogs croaking, and gentle lapping water giving Nicole the idea that there were in the 5th Ward District, an area by the small river inlet encompassing the Shanty Town area most populated by African-Americans and low no-account rednecks.
	Lindsy and Shawn were carted off here.
	Mia was taken out five minutes further down where Nicole saw a skiff pulled up into some high grass along the bank of the river.  Fireflies swarmed, along with mosquitoes and Nicole wished they were back at the cabin.  It was too hot and too remote for bugs to be there.
	Thirty minutes of driving later and Justin put his dick into Annie while she was poised on her hands and knees sucking on the bastard man’s cock.  Neither cock spurted any love cream and after several minutes of endurance—the two quit.  

	Gloria Deraila was not herself, she seethed and then some but there was an EMAD controlling her.  She was aware—and how, but unable to do anything.  Once stripped of her clothing Justin banged off in her pussy while the man pegged her from behind.  Gloria the lesbian lawyer was incensed.  Nicole, though, smiled (inwardly) as the bitch was getting what she deserved.  She was always, constantly, in someone’s business making waves.  
	Sure, like Nicole, she took up just causes but in the past years she had taken on a personal pursuit to put down man and his devices (sexual.)  Gloria detested men, they were nothing but pond scum and not worthy of breath.
	When done, Gloria, naked, was taken off and the man didn’t return for thirty minutes or more.
  
	Time was meaningless.  Nicole thought she had gone to sleep and wasn’t sure that she hadn’t.  Her body was stinky, sticky, and she didn’t feel too well, either.  Cool air kissed her face and helped soothe her.  Left in the van wither was Justin and Annie.
	But not for long.
	It had to be mid morning, 3-4AM or something when the man came into their midst having waking Justin having him fuck Annie.  The boy lasted barely two minutes—he was fucked out.  Annie was put on her hands and knees—face down, ass up.  A sickness began to well in Nicole; she was hot, cold, stinky, stanky, achy, and at the end of how much she could take.
	Minutes later and he pulled out of the young girl taking her off into the darkness not returning for almost an hour.  Justin and Nicole fell to sleep only awakening when the van fired up and was on the move.

	At the break of the new day, Justin fucked Nicole.  The bastard man did nothing, his cock was limp and he looked ghastly.  Justin did his best but managed two minutes and he was done.  The boy was led out of the van (to his doom?) with no return of the bastard man for up to half an hour.
	Nicole couldn’t understand why she hadn’t made an attempt at escape.  It just didn’t come to her and that was all there was to it.  When the bastard man returned he was paler than ever, sweating heavily and stumbling.  There was no blood on him and Nicole had never heard any gunshots.  So where all the passengers strangled then?  The man didn’t look as if though he had the strength.

	Nicole was let out behind the defunct gas station on Gumbo Rd. at Bairfax Lane.  The whole area was rundown where at one time Gumbo Road had seen many-many dragging, cruisers, and anything regarding street racing.  But Johnny Law cracked down, ordinances were imposed and those seeking a way to fix their speed need sought better places and better roads.
	Nicole was escorted behind the station and sat on some old tires.  The man stood before her with his minding gadget in hand and she heard what sounded like a voice or voices talking to her.
	The next thing Nicole Garra knew was a country deputy sheriff and another law enforcing agent standing before her.  They were talking but Nicole couldn’t make out what they were saying.  Then an ambulance showed up and wrapped in a blanket she was led away.  Along the ride to the hospital and subsequent interviews that followed—she could not for the life of her remember what had happened to her.
	Then, a couple of days later she was reading the paper and there was plastered a small pictured of a man she recognized.  He had been found at in a van, dead; cause of death--heart attack.
	Bummer.

*

loose ends and surprising new ones
	Julie Deeber.
	Julie Deeber wasn’t a strikingly beautiful girl; she was barely five foot seven; she had super fine long-long red hair; freckles adorned her face; there was a long nose; and no tits.
	She did, though, have a nice ass and a disposition.
	She also scored “A” on all her tests.
	For no other reason than “just because” Pike wanted her.  Curiosity to see her naked mainly, to examine her cunt (and possibly fuck it), give her a little spank, and go from there.
	Like many of the high school student who did not have a license to drive AND have a vehicle for said license—Julie Deeber walked home.  She didn’t get off the campus before being redirected to Pike’s office, though.  With no time to waste he had the girl ditch her top then lower her pants.
	Plum colored panties greeted him.  Nice.
	Julie was a card carrying member of the IBTC (Itty Bitty Titty Committee.)  She had the tits of a ten year old!  But the rest of the bod wasn’t bad.  It was an ultra skinny bod and Pike was surprised when those plum tinted panties were tugged down—a bald beaver there was!

	With exact examination of Julie’s quim, Pike determined that she was NOT a virgin.  The examiner’s fingers and tongue did the initial exam; his cock did the follow-up.
	Once getting the girl out of her clothes he laid her out on the small sofa, opened her legs, and continued with his exam of her, probing her mind as he went along.
	‘virgin?’ he had to ask—just in case.
	“No.” she answered aloud.
	‘boyfriend?’
	“No.”
	Hmmm, the plot thickens.
	‘daddy dearest?’ perhaps?
	“No.” family friend.  No school mates, but she was “friendly” with a candlestick and Bowser.
	‘Bowser?’
	Family friend’s family pet, 3yr old black lab.
	OMG!
	Pike saw images in Julie’s mind where she and another girl were in a country setting accompanied by the doggie, Bowser.  More images revealed to Pike the girls coming to a creek.  Here they stripped off their clothes and skinny dipped, Bowser joined them.  
	Then, the girls came out of the water to bask in the sunshine.
	Bowser lay with them.
	After a time, Bowser got up planting his cold wet nose into Julie’s friend’s ass.  He did!  The girls played with Bowser with the girlfriend do a “red rocket” to Bowser.
	When the “rocket” emerged strongly from the animal’s launcher the girlfriend sucked it.  She did!  Julie watched but did not participate in gobbling dog dong.  Just wasn’t her thing.  She did, though, participate in the delivery of the red rocket…
	Pike was aware of girls going for “other than human” cock; girls loved play toys, electronical or manual operative; girls loved anything that vibrated—washing machines, trains, and especially horses.  
	Girls also loved alternate cock—dogs and horseys fell into that category.  Mule dick was popular with some girls, normal horsey dong was the norm for most bizarre girls with the bulk of girls having a go with the typical family pet.
	Bowser was the typical family pet.

	The images of Julie and her friend engaging sexually with the doggie were very vibrant in mind—Julie’s mindset was that with Bowser, or similar doggies like him—she couldn’t get pregnant no way no how.  Good point.  Julie took Bowser’s doggie dong on while on her hands and knees, legs spread wide and Bowser equipped with her socks on his front paws (to lessen scratching and marring during coupling.)
	Julie’s friend took on Bowser but to her asshole.
	Julie never did suck the doggie off.

	Pike’s cock raged hard and pressing it to Julie’s cunt he made gentle entry.  The girl hadn’t taken on much dick, human or other, so sinking his pud into her fully was a slow process and Pike didn’t go “all the way”.  He was distracted by seeing something on the floor partly under the sofa.
	Underwear.
	Boy’s underwear.
	Pike thought back to the boys he had had in the office.  He was sure for some certainty that everyone got their clothes back.  Wrinkling his nose and not missing a pump into Julie’s cunt he plucked the undies up.  Small.  The size of the basic white underwear was Small.
	The pumping action into Julie slowed.  Her long legs, despite short stature, were up against his chest, the girl’s smallish breasts jiggled, his mind searched for an answer.  ‘what was a pair of boy’s underwear doing in his office?’
	Wait.
	It wasn’t exactly HIS office—he didn’t have tenure.  It was his friend AnnaElyse whose office he used for his own purposes.  AnnaElyse had a key, too.  Pike’s mind went into uproar recalling her words “I’ll use it in the mornings and you can have it in the afternoons.”
	Pike began to sweat—more than he was already.

*

	Although the “office” Pike and AnnElyse shared was on a high school campus, there were classes for young folk from surrounding support schools.  The reason why was too confusing for Pike to wrap his head around it so he didn’t.  Not a long of young students; they had two classes and just in the mornings.  
	With his own class embroiled in the analyzing the metaphors and allegories of a piece of classic literature, Pike strolled to his shared office during 2nd Period.

	Right as rain, AnnaElyse was in the company of a handsome young fellow in a blue shirt.  Pike thought there probably was a logical answer; but then why was their a pair of little boy underwear on the office floor?
	Paperwork at the main office kept him busy for a few minutes; then a visit to the faculty lounge and the clean bathroom within.  A check with his class and then he was back keeping vigil on the shared office.
	AnnaElyse and the 4rth grader emerged with the little boy’s shirt a little rumbled and he appeared “drunk.”  AnnaElyse escorted the youngster down the covered hall to the open hall that the “open” side was exposed to the play field.  AnnaElyse held the boy to her and after a few minutes the lad scampered off to play with his mates none the worse for wear—none the wise for what had happened to him.
	AnnaElyse turned and bumped into Pike.
	“Oh!” she exclaimed being startled.
	Pike caught her piping, “Fancy meeting you here!” he said with a smile.
	AnnaElyse blushed and was embarrassed as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t.
	Pike soothed her sidestepping her to the left side of the hallway wall where it was a little darker in the absence of any lighting.
	“I-I was just taking a walk--”
	“Nice looking little boy.” Pike said distracting his friend and further causing her to be embarrassed and flustered.
	“Sooo,” Pike continued being sly and coy, “are these yours?” and he brought into play the tidy whiteys, size small—just about the right size for ten year old boy.
	“Oh my God!” blurted AnnaElyse with the color leaving her face.
	“It’s alright,” Pike soothed her with a smile, “I like boys, too.”
	And he did, too…

*

Sidekick Union Meeting
7PM Saturday Night
Pervert Hall Main Room
Cock and Tails to be served with refreshments
Bring your own meat (or what have you)
	On the crappy green tweed two cushioned love seat—lots of love was at hand—in mouth, titties, all over.  Center was AnnaElyse Esyle, naked.  A boy no more than ten was pounding her pussy, another sucked on her tits.

	Another boy stood up on the sofa with his dick in her mouth.  AnnaElyse’s hands danced all over the three boys’ nakedness, mostly the boy in her mouth got his balls and ass fondled as well as the boy sucking on her bodacious ta-tas.
	All three boys were ten, they were the Trodden triplets; dark hair, dark eyes, tan bodies.  AnnaElyse didn’t seem to be under any spell of any sort—nor were the boys.  Pike stood among them, invisible to their sight.  His original EMAD in hand he observed his friend and lusted heavily.  

	Dawn Reeves
	She farted.  It wasn’t a big fart but it was audible and slightly smellable.  The odor dissipated quickly enough but the damage had been done and fifteen year old Dawn Reeves was in panic mode.
	Pike ignored it or tried to at least show to the petrified girl that he had noticed her offense.  The transition from junior high to high school was a challenge for both teacher and student, Dawn Reeves wasn’t making the transition so well.  A quiet girl who didn’t seem to have a lot of friends, boys or girls.  She wasn’t a bad looking girl, actually quite pretty.  But she was an “outsider” who had come from another junior high school and not the one most of the student’s in Pike’s class had come from.
	“Using transitional words and phrases helps papers read more smoothly.  They provide logical organization and understandability
and improve the connections and transitions between thoughts.   A coherent paper allows the reader to flow from the first supporting point to the last.
Transitions indicate relations, whether within a sentence, paragraph, or paper.  This list illustrates "relationships" between ideas, followed by words and phrases that can connect them.”
 	“Addition:  also, again, as well as, besides, coupled with, furthermore, in addition, likewise, moreover, similarly
 	Consequence:  accordingly, as a result, consequently, for this reason, for this purpose, hence, otherwise, so then, subsequently, therefore, thus, thereupon, wherefore
 	Generalizing:  as a rule, as usual, for the most part, generally, generally speaking, ordinarily, usually
 	Exemplifying: chiefly, especially, for instance, in particular, markedly, namely, particularly,  including, specifically, such as.”
	There, that’s your English lesson for the day; now go fuck somebody and impress them with your words and how you can speak gooder.

	While bent over onto his desk deciphering his scribbling instructions, Dawn let one rip.  Of course it was an accident “it just slipped out” but the girl was petrified and embarrassed beyond limit.  Pike pretended to ignore it and before the girl had come up he had had little interest in her.  His mindset was on his friend, AnnaElyse, Jessie and the gang at his house, and his sidekick, Karl.
	Karl was gone.  Heart attack.  Dead-dead-dead.  It sucked and sucked badly.  The captives from the cabin had all been found all over the city with no memory of what had happened to them.  The “van” was not Pike’s van, it wasn’t even registered!  The vehicle of mayhem had been plucked from a boneyward/junkyard just before being scheduled for pancaking.  
	Pike guessed his sidekick had over exerted himself with the numerous captives.  But he was a little big, ate too many times at the fast food places, didn’t exercise (unless he was humping).  It was unfortunate, unplanned, unforeseen.  Karl Nambly would be missed.

	With Dawn’s mind preoccupied with her embarrassment, Pike slyly brought into play the infamous EMAD.  Shortly before expiring and shuffling off the mortal coil he had had the presence of mind to drop off the “evidence.”  Evidence and “tool.”  The “evidence” being the videos and the “tool” the electronic minding device.
	‘stand up.’
	Dawn stood up.  She seemed less petrified but the effects of his mishap were still etched on her face.  The minding device had her mind as indicated by the indicators on the device.  Pike coyly touched her ass with his hand.
	No reaction.	
	The “touch” became a rub.
	The rub became an exploratory feel.
	The feel became an investigatory finger probe.
	The probe became a “pants down” up close and personal pleasure.
	3:05PM  Dawn Reeves asks for help with English assignment.
	3:07PM  Dawn Reeves cuts the cheese.
	3:09PM  Dawn Reeves takes her pants down.
	3:10PM  Pike Elsworth gets his jollies.
	3:15PM  Janitor cleans up the jollies.
	(humph, it only took five minutes for Pike to get his jollies?)
 	Imagine!)

	Plum dyed panties.  Bikini style.  Nice.  Real nice.  Pike didn’t know what the draw was with bitches in panties—he just liked them that way.  Nude girls were great, sure, but girls (of all ages) in their panties turned him on more.  
	It was dangerous and risky to engage in such illicit behavior in his classroom—but it happened too fast and there was no stopping it.  Pike didn’t plan on doing much; the door was closed with the “testing in progress; do not disturb” and the janitors for the most part paid attention (as did everyone else.)
	Periodically Pike would use an EMAD detecting device to “detect” if another EMAD detecting device was in use.  It was not uncommon for schools, businesses, homes to have sneaky EMAD detectors in air vents, curtain rods, the wall clock, to have some sort of detector.
	With Dawn’s pants down revealing those lovely plum colored undies, Pike initiated his Detector.  He was greatly relieved to find that his $500 investment gave him security.  So down came Dawn’s panties revealing a nice half moon ass.  He was surprised to find a tattoo on her left and right butt cheek; an angle on the right and a devil on the left one.  
	She was fifteen—she wasn’t supposed to have such adornments on her body.  Earrings and piercings were one thing, but marring one’s skin underage was something else.
	Then Pike discovered that the tat was not permanent—one of those rub on/press on temporary tats.  But why the butt?  Who was gonna see it?
	‘boyfriend?’
	“Yes.”
	‘sex with the boyfriend?’
	“Sometimes.”
	‘take it in the ass?’
	“Yes.’
	‘give head?’
	“Yes.”
	‘sex with anyone else?’  anyone you’re not supposed to.
	‘Uncle, cousins, sister’s boyfriend.’  The slut!
	Uncle Paul was her Mom’s brother, he was in his 40s; cousins Paul Junior and Gary were teen boys with Paul Junior seventeen and Gary eighteen.  Her older sister’s boyfriend had gotten into her sex when she was in junior high.  Since early childhood Dawn had been a little naughty with her cousins; Touchy/Feely, Exploratory, and then full nudity while swimming in backyard above ground pool.

	When the Uncle caught them, the boys got scolded while Dawn got her butt busted and then fucked.  The Uncle only fucked her in the ass; she gave him a handjob and he most often ejaculated onto her sweet innocent face.  Occasionally she sucked him off and he licked out her pussy but never sunk his dick into it.  Yet.
	Her sister’s boyfriend and Dawn—it was chemistry.  Naughtiness and chemistry put the two together and it was a high to get freaky while the sister was taking a shower readying herself to go out with the boyfriend.  Thereafter Dawn and the boyfriend secretly met up for a little private freakiness and that was all there was to it.
	The boyfriend wore a condom, her cousins did not.

	Enamored by Dawn’s ass, Pike spent a minute or two admiring it; with her panties to her knees, Pike was turned on and then some.  The girl was none the wiser and soon Pike was prying the girl’s cheeks open, fingering the hole and finding that she had no fur on her burger.
	Entranced, Pike caressed the ass before finally standing and unfurling his love tool.  Slowly he put himself up against Dawn’s ass, gliding his prong up and down her crack before penetrating her glorious gloe hole.  Dawn made no indications that she was aware—and that was how Pike liked it.  His cock ached and ached terribly—it was even hard to pee sometimes!  Jessie, at home, was giving him good action; he still had little Julie and the boys and even when he wasn’t sexually involved with them he watched as the boys had sex with one another and with Julie and Jessie.
	He missed Karl.  The funeral had yet to be planned, he was a part of Karl’s family and was called upon to be of help.  He would, of course, he was Karl’s friend.  The police and other authoritive figures were curious as to why he was in a van that didn’t belong to him.  Pike fretted that “evidence” may be found in the van Karl may have overlooked.  But with the van’s cargo area so filthy and grungy, any “evidence” would be greatly compromised.
	But that said maybe.
	Pike’s thoughts were on Karl’s wife and kids.  For the most part, they were “trained” by the heavy EMAD use from Pike’s visits and then all the while Karl had use of the EMAD.  Life insurance would help the family out with their woes—sex with the family would help Pike out with his.
	Just after breeching Dawn’s poop chute and there was noise in the hallway.  The janitors.  Pike hurried, humping-humping-humping but with all the activity his dick got achieving orgasm was merely a dream.  Getting off was something of a workout and there wasn’t sufficient time.

	Pulling out Pike spanked the girl’s ass before redressing her.  He did turn her about, hug her and squeeze her ass before returning them both back to their natural state of being.  Dawn’s mind was returned to her own normal operation and that was that.
	Opening the door there was Jonas Williams, head janitor for the janitorial crew for the school.
	“Hello, Mr. Pike, sir!” he smiled revealing pearly whites (and one gold front tooth.)
	“Uh, hello, Jonas.” Pike said.
	Jonas was alright, friendly, easy going, and the atypical-stereotypical elderly black man.
	Dawn having collected herself and her books shuffled out the door.
	“How you doing, Jonas?” Pike asked out of courtesy.
	“Oh, I jess fine, Mr. Elsworth, I’m jess fine, thank you.”
	Pike smiled, fumbled for his keys and wits.
	“That’s a nice one.” Jonas said catching Pike off-guard.
	Pike looked strangely to the tired out old black man.  “Say what?”
	Jonas, though, merely smiled, nodded his head and grinned.
	Pike didn’t know what to think.  Did the old fart know something?
	Seeing his nervousness, Jonas shook his head and chuckled,
	“No need to worry, sir, I unnerstand jess fine.”
	Pike was confused to say the least.
	“Understand—what?”
	“Why, the way of the world, sir; the wicked world.”
	Wicked?  Shit.  What did this old fucker know?
	“Jonas?  What do you know?”
	“Me, sir?  Why,” he chuckled, bowed his head putting the back of his hand to his mouth, “I’s knows lots of things!” he said confidently, “things I shouldn’t know, things I should.” he stated matter-of-factly.  “I’s gots good eye, good hearing, too!” Jonas Williams was trouble.  
	“Now, Jonas, uhm,” Pike was seriously worried with his back against the wall.  Trouble like this he didn’t need.  And no back-up plan!
	“Nah, now, doncha worry none, Mr. Elsworth, ole Jonas aint so bad.  You been good to Jonas and what I’s knows about you why I’s tend to keeps it to myself!”
	That was good to hear.  But there was a “but” coming.
	“But I’s would be better to keeps what I’s knows to myself if’in maybe yous could see your way into letting ole Jonas maybe having a little of that action.”

	Pike was stunned.
	“Jonas!” Pike exclaimed, “Why you old son-of-a-gun!” Pike smiled.
	“Why, sir, I’s may be old but I aint dead!” then,
	“Ever since the wife went away, why, I’s aint had any action and all these pretty young things around here just about to do me in, inf’in you knows what I means.”
	Pike did.
	“Ands I’d likes to get me some befores I checks out, sir, if’in you don’t mind.”
	Pike nodded, he would have done it for the old fart anyways but under the gun worked, too.
	“I’ll take care of you, Jonas.” Pike said.  A back-up plan was forming.  Jonas was a loose end—Pike didn’t like loose ends.  Loose ends were a liability issue and a threat to Pike’s continued freedom.  ‘I’ll take good care of you, Jonas.’

*

Storm fronts on the home fronts
	The sheep are banged
	Monday:  Meet with Cory; discuss adding children’s choir
	Tuesday:  Morning—meet with the Bonners; discuss counseling
		      Afternoon—lunch with Vince Bucetti, benefactor
	Wednesday:  surprise wife with lunch; evening service; meet with
          Tom Jersoff “remember not to say JERKOFF” as guest speaker
	Thursday:  take Lucy to the zoo; discuss family problems with Jessica
	Friday:  anniversary of church dedication
	Saturday:  continued celebration of church dedication; barbeque, 
          social gathering
	Sunday:  try and not have sex with Lucy before, during, or after 
          services…
	No guarantee on any of the above—especially Sunday.

	There, too, were visits with the sick and dying in the hospitals.  Graveside services to preside over, a wedding, other meetings of this nature and that; some shopping at the discount grocery store to stock the church’s pantry; go shopping to buy Lucy something nice…

	No particular day was a day to steal away at the church, but usually Tuesday was the day for a couple of hours of bliss; the front office had the secretaries, associates had their offices upstairs where they worked on their own sermons and producing the daily, weekly, monthly news letters, pamphlets, brochures, and what have you.
	Glenn Nedmacky had his own office and then a more private one located strangely in the back of the old quaint church.  Parking his car at the designated Senior Pastor he noted the two cars belonging to the secretaries and one to Ralph the reformed prisoner turned Christian who worked at the church fixing what needed fixing and operating the sound machine during services.
	The Season of Fall was coming, the trees rustled their leaves in anticipation of the changing time and cooling weather.  Glenn liked the Fall of the year; there were more pleasant scents to be had—he liked barbeques of Summer but there was something to be said for Fall.  Not just pumpkins, but a difference in the air that was more kind.  Fall seemed to remind him of a simpler time—a time when he was a child playing at school.  Instruction at earlier stages of schooling was miniscule; mostly he remembered playing with blocks, sitting at small tables drawing—eating paste, playing games, make believe, and listening intently to enchanting tales told by the teacher.
	With the sentiment resting comfortably on his mind Glenn moved into the church and to his office.  Opening his office door and he found that it was occupied.  Jessica stood just at the door to his bathroom with Ricky Bocherder pressed against her.  Both looked suspicious; disheveled hair, rumbled clothes, and a mixture of expressions on their faces.
	Ricky also had a boner obvious in his jeans.
	Jessica’s Dad stared at her—he had mixed emotions, too.  confusion not withstanding, it was more than just a simple invasion of privacy—it was a serious breech of trust.
	Jessica patted twelve year old Ricky on the butt sending him on his way.  The nervous boy who sung amazing soprano in the choir slid past Glenn and scurried on his way.
	Glenn then glared at his eldest daughter conveying “WTF?”
	Jessica had no answer for him, no explanation whatsoever.  She offered a smile and tried to illuminated her Daddy’s gloom by her remarkable intrinsic charm.
	It wasn’t working, though; Daddy Glenn was pissed and flung his briefcase into a chair.  Jessica, of course, had been in trouble with her Daddy before—usually warranting more than a simple scolding.

	“Just are you doing!?” he ranted—although it was sort of obvious.
	“Being bad.” Jessica answered timidly with a shrug of her shoulders conveying “very bad” in an innocent sort of way.
	Glenn was taken aback and stared at her.
	Jessica stood with sort of slouched shoulders; her smile was her most endearing characteristic and allowed her time for her Daddy time to calm down and adjust.
	To be befuddled would be an understatement.  Glenn moved to his desk passed down to him by the former pastor of the church and continued to stare at his daughter.  (“WTF” still etched on his confused (befuddled) face.)
	“I’ve been bad.” Jessica repeated.
	Glenn nodded understanding that part.
	“W-what did you do?” he asked for clarity.
	Jessica blushed and twisted her hands together before her.
	Glenn stared at her harder—‘you mean, sex?’ with that boy?
	“You mean—sex?  With that boy?” he couldn’t believe it and needed his daughter to come clean.  
	Jessica nodded and Glenn was even more befuddled.  His daughter, having sex, in the church!  And in his office!  It was too much, his anger began to rise as he struggled to fully comprehend what had happened.
	“I usually get a spanking.” Jessica meekly supplied.
	“What?” 
	“At home, when I’ve been bad (years ago) I’ve usually gotten a spanking.”
	Years ago; running amok in the house with her siblings, breaking Mom’s favorite vase, cutting school to hang with some friends at a mall when she wasn’t even yet a teenager was the last time she had gotten swatted on the ass.
	Jessica moved to the desk; her befuddled Daddy plopped to his high back comfy chair with support sides.  Glenn looked to his daughter but didn’t lock onto her face; instead, his eyes moved down to note her hardened nipples poking thru her green knit top.
	For some reason, Jessica’s pants were unzipped, just closed at the top.  Glenn stared at her crotch—stared and stared and then realized that he was staring and began to sweat and become nervous.
	“Do I get a spanking?” 
	Glenn heard the words but they didn’t fully register.  The next thing he knew was his daughter was laying across his lap—pants down.
	No panties.
	The befuddlement continued—and how!  Barely could he breathe let alone comprehend thing one.  In a stunning manner he watched as Jessica undone her pants and pushed them down revealing the fact that she wore no panties (they were on the bathroom floor.)
	The fact of the missing panties didn’t fully register until she was laying across his lap.  He saw her pants crumbled at her ankles—no panties.  There was, though a bare ass.
	Years—it had been years since he had seen that ass.  He had, since, seen her in her underwear, swimsuit, and casual glances and glimpses of her nude.  But not across his lap!
	And willing!
	Wasn’t she?
	The curvature of her ass stared at him; beckoned him.  
	Although he wasn’t directly “touching” it—he could feel it.
	And then there was his cock.
	Glenn’s manhood dramatically throbbed as it was pushed against his daughter’s underside.  A desire began to encroach.  A strong unnatural desire—one that he had submitted to not so long ago with Lucy.  And the desire was there, too, for another.
	But back to Jessie.
	With her Daddy’s hesitation slowing things up, Jessica took matters further with the caressing of her own ass trying to entice the man.  But still he hesitated.  So she smacked herself, wriggled then smacked herself again.
	Glenn stared—and stared then found himself caressing his daughter’s ass.  Everything running in his mind came to a dead stop and the evaporated into oblivion.  There was nothing but Jessica’s ass before him.  Everything else existed in a puffy gray cloud surrounding him.  Nothing mattered but his daughter’s ass.
	Small-small circles he made about the ass with fingers ever so sneakily sneaking into the crack.  Sneaking—sneaking—sneaking until finally—a fingertip was touching a warm (very warm) hole.
	Jessica moved about, wriggling impatient of “where’s the spanking?”
	Daddy Glenn, though, was too preoccupied with his exploration to engage in the deserved spanking.  Spanking.  Though he was the primary disciplinarian for the household, swatting was a last resort and he tried very hard not to go that route or to be angry when he did it.  Scolding and a good talking to was the usual manner of discipline—that went along with taking away privileges, too.

	Spanking, though, was a last resort.  
	Spanking.  His mind came online with Central Processing bustling about searching the Memory Bank.  Somewhere there was information about Spanking.  Small circles and occasional anal exploration continued while CP made the search.

*

Central Processing  Memory Ingram 1-1Q located
Subject:  Disciplinary Spanking
Subject Capture Results Found:  4

House on the Little Prairie
	Benjamin Harrison’s surprising victory stunned the nation, but so did the blizzard that struck the United States eastern boarder.  Inventions were being “invented”, so for hobbyist, some for farmers, some for scientists.  Charles Nedmacky was a farmer.  Not a scientist, not a politician, and not living on the east coast.
	Charles Nedmacky lived in Plains butting up against some mountains with large lakes on either side.  His farm was small but he had plans to make it bigger—that of course, if he could ever get a loan and more boys in the family to do so.  Charles’ family consisted mainly of girls—nothing wrong with that, but for a farmer of 1888, boys were more desirable (but they didn’t smell as pretty).
	Oldest daughter, first born, Mary, was very pretty and very smart.  She was good at doing her chores, assigned or not.  She was well mannered and well liked.  Getting into trouble of any sort was usually not of her own doing—that was brought on by her sibling, Laura, who seemed to have a penchant for “getting into trouble.”
	There, too, was Albert, the only boy, he came in between Mary and Laura.  And though boys, too, were prone to “getting into trouble” of some sort—it was Laura—Laura—Laura who routinely faced disciplinarian action.
	Grades were usually not the subject, it was her tomboy part that drew her away from her chores.  Being a tomboy, twelve year old Laura explored the territory surround Walnut Grove.  Usually she made amends and avoided harsh discipline by bringing back pockets full of walnuts, berries, or fish.
	Usually.
	Sometimes she brought back a wayward injured skunk, a snake, lizard, a wild pig, or some injury to herself or to whoever had been with her on her venturing.
	The Nedmacky farm was a mile from Walnut Grove the town.  The town had a mill which was its most notable income/revenue for the smallish prairie town of less than 200.  No taverns or bars of any sort, just a typical livery stable, a small hotel, general store, school, post office, horse trader, and that sort.
	Several farms surrounded the town and the one-room school housed the children from primary to junior high age.  It was a good life and usually life went on without much upset.  A cholera outbreak, another mysterious disease, a blizzard, impressive heat waves, threats of a rogue Indian attacks, and that sort inundated the town and surrounding farms; but for the most part, “life was good.”
	Charles had ten acres of good land; he grew corn and it was profitable as well as help support the family.  Wife, Caroline, grew a good garden beside the house and it was the children of the family who were supposed to help out.  Keeping the house clean, the barn, the animals fed and watered, the garden tended to and whatnot.
	Operative word “supposed” to.  Mary wasn’t so bad but she more often than not got pulled into one of Laura’s ventures taking her away from her chores.  Albert, too.
	With the field plowed up and the soil examined for planting, farmer Charles headed the horse team back to the farm and some lunch.  The day was hot and the weather was predicated to be socialable for farmers for the coming season.  When he arrived at his homestead he had built himself he found an impatient Caroline at the door.  
	“Have you seen the girls, or Albert?” she asked already knowing that he hadn’t.
	“No,” he answered, “I haven’t.”
	Caroline rolled her eyes; she was neat and clean, but her blond hair was disheveled and she was worn out from keeping the house clean, laundry, and preparing the midday meal.
	“Any idea where they are?” Charles asked.
	Caroline threw up her hands, “Probably in Dakota by now!”
	“I’ll go look for them.” After getting a helping ladle of water.

	Albert James Nedmacky was not with his sisters, they were still unaccounted for; Albert James was swimming.  Naked.  With two other boys.  And Charles wasn’t the only one spying on the naked swimmers…

	Darla MacVavy, Christine Sharlett, and pesky nosey uppity shit-don’t-stink Nellie Bolson were the spies.  Hiding in some bushes on a hill above the swimming hole, the girls giggled and were basically unseen—unseen by the boys who were swimming and being spied on.  Charles saw the girls but decided to let it be.  For now.
	His search was for his girls.  Albert had swept out the stalls, put hay in the troughs, made his bed, and did everything his Ma had told and asked of him to do.  He was off the hook.
	Garden vegetables were still in the garden.
	Laura’s bed—unmade.
	Laundry—not gathered.
	Barn loft not swept clean.
	Errand to town not done.
	Laura Nedmacky was due for some serious discipline.  And unfortunately she had brought her older sister, Mary, into the fray, too.  But being the older sister—she should have stood her ground and did her chores and convinced her younger troublesome sibling to do likewise.  Since she didn’t, she would be in the barn over a hay bale, too.
	Mary and Laura were spotted on a hill dotted with wild blueberry bushes.  Sighing he watched them as they seemed not to have a care in the world.  That would change soon enough.  
	A whistle got the girls’ attention.  Mary knew instantly she was in trouble.  Her Pa motioned with his head and hand “Head home!”  
 	The girls collected their berry pails and made for home with their Pa cutting across the hills to come up behind them.  He kept back a ways, he was already tired from the day’s work in the field but not too tired to administer punishment when they got home.
	The girls walked shoulder to shoulder; Mary was a beauty with heavenly blue eyes; such a sweet face, perfect white teeth; long luxurious blond hair, and a wondrous charm.  Laura, too, had charm and beauty, but that tomboy side of her got her (and her siblings) into trouble on a regular basis.
	Reaching the homestead the girls headed for the house.
	“Just drop the pails at the door,” their Pa called out, “head for the barn.”
	‘Oh shit.’ Bitched Mary.  She sighed and knew that once more she had gotten into trouble by her association with Laura.
	“Goddamn it!” Laura said disgustedly hoping not loud enough to be heard by her Pa.

	Charles was well built; he had to be to be a farmer.  He had charm, played the fiddle, was easy going, easy to get along with, and a loving husband and father.  Raising children was a tough deal and discipline, punishment was a part of everyday life.
	In the barn the girls stood by a stack of baled hay—waiting with their hands behind them.  Sometimes the discipline was swift with a swat to the ass to make the point.  Sometimes the discipline was laying across a bale of hay with dress up being swatted by a belt, too.
	In Laura’s case, most often, her underclothes were pulled out of the way and her bare bottom was lashed with a belt to seriously put forth the message of correction.
	Charles came into the barn, shutting the door behind him.  The smell of horse dung, cow dung, and other assorted odors lingered in a stale must-like atmosphere.  The girls waited in trepidation.  They didn’t have to wait long.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	‘Shit.’ Mary said to herself.  She was going to have to “discipline” Laura herself later on.
	The girls peeled off their simple handmade dresses, pausing as they stood clad in their underwear.  Their Pa nodded, “those, too.”  Underwear of 1888 greatly was different than modern day undies of the 21rst Century.  No “panties” per se, there were “underthings” like, petticoats in some cases, complicated dressings.  For girls on the prairie, though, not much was needed unless dressing up to go to church or some social.
	Pantalettes are undergarments covering the legs worn by women, girls, and very young boys (before breeches) in the 19th Century.  A form of leggings or long drawers, pantalettes originated in France in the early 19th century, and quickly spread to the Americas.  Pantalettes could be one-piece or two separate garments, one for each leg; attached at the waist with buttons or laces.  Mostly worn often of white linen fabric the garment could be decorated many ways including with lace, cutwork or broderie anglaise.
	Ankle-length pantalettes for women were worn under the crinoline and hoop skirt to ensure that the legs were discreetly covered.  Pantalettes for children and young girls were mid-calf to ankle-length and were intended to show under their shorter skirts.
	There, you’ve had your history lesson on early-American underwear.
	Laura was first out of her clothes, Mary lagged behind but slowly became nude and stood nervously against the stacked hay behind her—sighing.

	Mary timidly held her hands behind her; Laura held hers before her.  Both girls had been nude before their Pa before, no biggie—it was kinda the norm and acceptable (especially during visits to the barn.)  But as the girls got older modesty took over.  Laura was twelve, six months from being thirteen—if she lived that long.  Mary was fourteen, five months from being fifteen.
	Laura gulped, Mary looked frightened—she didn’t like spankings and liked them less when it wasn’t her fault.  Her Pa nodded to her, “first born, first to get the licking.”
	Nakedly with fear and dread leading the way, Mary made way to the bale of hay and went to her knees.  It wasn’t the first time; there was one time when she was Laura’s age and coming into being a “woman” and she mouthed off to her Ma—then when her Pa came in for dinner she lied about the incident and that warranted a trip out to the barn.
	Her first grade below “B” and she fudged it to make it a “B”.  But a conversation between her Ma and teacher, Ms. Beetle, got her another visit to the barn (and hay bale.)
	Fibbings, fighting with Laura, sneaking out to meet a beau then trying to sneak back in without getting caught, covering up for one of Laura’s shenanigans, all got Mary’s butt spanked.  Usually it was with her Pa’s bare hand and seldom with the belt.  And usually it was with her undergarments still on, only a couple of times she could remember was she told to “take ‘em off.” which meant get naked as if taking a bath.
	“Lay down.” Pa Nedmacky said--and lay across the bale.
	Mary timidly obeyed, grimacing at the anticipation of what was to come.  Would it be his hard working farmer’s hand or his belt?  Mary had heard of parents using whips, switches, canes, and even kitchen skillets.  She was glad and lucky her Pa’s choices were limited.
	With her legs spread out some, her young naked body down across the hay bale with the straws of the bale poking and sticking her, Pa Nedmacky tried not to “stare” at the nakedness of his teenage daughter—but it couldn’t be helped.  She was “developing”, blossoming so to speak.  
	Laura stood already sniveling with her head bowed, hands behind her allowing Charles to sneak a look at her cookie.  No pubes were there and his astute eye could make out the medical fact that she was not—NOT a virgin!
	Albert.
	It was a given—Charles had put his bone into his sister when they were young and from the journal of an uncle it was commonplace for brothers and sisters to “get together” as far back as the Colonies.

	Charles landed the first swat of his bare hand to his daughter’s bare ass with a swift determination that shirking responsibilities incurred discipline.  Another swat made the girl jerk and Laura jump.  Another swat and Charles once more slipped his fingers into Mary’s crack.
	It was brief; grabbing himself before he got carried away he let fly another bare handed swat that nearly sent his child off the bale and thru the back of the barn wall.  Mary squirmed and her tender butt turned a nice shade of red.  Slapping the inside of her thighs he got her to open her legs wider—giving him privy view of her teen cunt.
	The view instantly made him hard.
	Shaking his head to clear it he swatted Mary’s ass one more time.
	“Alright,” he said, “get up, get dressed, go to the house.”
	After controlling herself, Mary complied.  Her ass was on fire and she could barely walk.  Laura was going to pay for the indignity—pay big, too.  Charles hugged Mary and offered kind words, apologies and soothing words.  Mary only half accepted as she was too pissed, at her Pa and especially at Laura.  Her ass burned overwhelming her but she nodded when asked “do you understand?” why she was spanked.  
	Charles swatted her in a Fatherly way on the ass sending her on her way.  Then he turned to the near terrified naked Laura.  “Come on,” he said, “your turn.”
	Laura whimpered but obeyed and “assumed the position.”  She had been in that position many-many times before.  For a moment, a lingering moment, Charles gawked at his daughter’s young tender ass.  Then he spanked it.

	The sting stung; Laura flinched—then farted.
	Charles walloped his daughter’s ass again, then again before slapping her legs wider and then wider.  Only then did he stop to allow the girl to weep and gather herself.  It allowed her Pa time to gawk at her goodie.
	Time and time before he had seen Laura’s bare nakedness—and most of those times he had been civil and not thought of her in a sexual way.  But there were times that he did.  
	After some gawking (and lusting) another smack.
	But the smack ended with his hand on her ass—the warmth of the flesh enticed him.  And like with Mary, his fingers delved into the recess to find the girl’s forbidden rim.
	But it wasn’t the first time.
	With little effort he was intruding into Laura’s funk hole, working the rim to make it more pliable.  Laura fidgeted but her ass burned too much for her to be aware of what was really happening.
	Slowly but with determination the fingering of Laura’s asshole was done.  Pa Charles Nedmacky had a finger DEEP into his twelve year old daughter’s hole.  After ramming it in and out a bit he pulled it out then stared at the hole as it snapped shut.
	And then there was her pussy.
	Laura had a wondrous snatch, as did all girls.  Often he came in on the girls while they bathed in the big galvanized tub located in the barn for privacy.  He was always checking the stock, getting milk, or something.  Usually the girls took turns; sometimes they were together to save time and water—whoever was not in the tub got the chore of fetching fresh water or going to the house to get hot water from the stove.
	Charles would sometimes stop whatever he was doing to “chat” with his girls while they bathed and nothing every really came of it (‘ceptin’ later when putting it to the wife…)
	The image of his girls naked filled every cranny of his mind.  Mary was developing and developing nicely.  Her young teenage breasts were perfectly shaped and Charles longed to caress them.  Then there was, of course, her lovely young pussy.  Most often he tried not to stare but most often, too, he could get away with it (and Mary let him!)
	From fingering Laura’s asshole to fingering Laura’s pussy, Charles breeched the bounds of Fatherhood.  But it wasn’t the first time.  When exactly he had crossed that line he didn’t know—since the time when she acted up and needed spanking he supposed.
	Rub, caress, gawk, squeeze then finally he could stand it no more and out of his pants came his cock.  He had done it before but not often, during disciplinarian actions only (both to Mary and Laura.)  All over the girl’s ass he rubbed and rubbed hard with his heart beating near out of his chest; his manly manhood gliding hard up and down Laura’s crack, poking her hole as well as her bald poon.
	Then more dramatic effort was done when pressing against her hole.
	Then there was penetration.
	Caroline wasn’t much into rear entry; she rode him and they made love side by side but “doggie-style” and other than Missionary was a no-go with the wife.  
	Laura gripped the hay, spread her legs wider and accepted her Pa’s invasionary tool.  It wasn’t the first time (and it wasn’t the first time other than her Pa’s cock had invaded her, either.)

	Not all the way in but close counts.  When the head of his cock and a bit of shaft was “in” where it oughten not to be—Charles began a steady bout of humping.  Laura grunted and with one hand steadying her on the hay bale, the other pulled a burning cheek to one side…

*

	Sweat rolled down his neck tickling the fine hairs there; his mind in uproar, his cock pressing hard against his daughter’s underside.  What was he doing!?  What was he contemplating (on doing!?)  But—she was submissive.  It wasn’t happening.  It wasn’t happening.  How could it?
	Lucy.
	His sweet Lucy filled his mind suddenly and what he had done willingly with her.  She, too, had been submissive and together they had engaged in illicit manners untold—right in his office AND in his own home!
	There were torrid thoughts of engaging in illicit manners with Rachel, too!  With Lucy, though—with Lucy he had given in.  He couldn’t explain it; with engaging immorally with Lucy he was different.  He wasn’t her Father, he wasn’t a preacher, a husband, a pillar of the community, a grown man.  He was a lustful engaging man with a young teenage girl who willingly brought him into a world of sexual depravity that they both enjoyed.
	And how!
	Then there was Jessie.  His mind fell back to the little boy, well, not so little but a boy regardless and he had what appeared to have had an erection, too!  It was only obvious what he and Jessie had been doing and then with Jessie’s admission “I’ve been bad” sealed the deal.
	What was even more perplexing was Jessie’s willingness to accept responsibility and receive punishment.  She willingly wanted to be spanked!  It confounded her preacher Father, stunned him.  When she had taken her pants down he found himself staring at her teenage pussy and his cock groaned.
	With his hand resting on her ass making small circles his desires flared—he was moments away from engaging in another illicit sexual tryst with one of his daughters.
	His mind found more entries from his lineage.  It appeared that he came from a long line of deviants.  Farmer Charles Nedmacky was the furthest back although there were others, back to the Civil War and beyond, even back Across the Pond in Ireland, Mother England, Norway, and France.  But there were no “entries” recorded of them.

	Jessie noting her Daddy’s hesitation stood up and removed her top.  There was no bra, either.  Her nipples were hard, erect, and enticing.  Fondling her breasts she captivated her Daddy’s attention for a minute or so—then his attention dropped down to focus on her pussy.
	Oh it was so wrong to be viewing that wondrous thrill box but he couldn’t help it.  There was no “turning away” but admired the dick trench with glee noting the lack of pubes and the fact that it appeared not to be “virginal.”
	Jessie stepped out of her pants and was nude.
	Only days earlier and Lucy had stood in his office—nude.
	Jessie timidly stepped up to her Daddy; smiling she manipulated his pants freeing his cock while her eyes distracted him.  The sudden awareness that something was going on didn’t strike him until some minutes later when he felt himself at the brink of orgasmic bliss.	
	Then, Jessica eased down taking her Daddy’s preacher cock and kissing the glistening knob.  Her tongue rolled around the super sensitive crown then diddled the piss slit all the while she gently masturbated the manhood easing the bulbous tip into her mouth.
	There was nothing Glenn could do but watch—and enjoy.  His mind emptied of whimsy—emptied of thoughts regarding how illicit and immoral what was transpiring.  Central Processing resumed revealing the entry of distant relative, Charles Nedmacky.

*

	Sweat rolled down the back of his neck; his thick dark hair was already sweaty from the day’s work in the field; he needed a bath but was too busy “putting it to” his twelve year old daughter!  Slowly but surely his cock invaded Laura’s cunt.  It was his first time but not her first time.  He wanted to ask “who” but already figured the assumption that brother Albert was the previous dweller.  He could be wrong—when the kids were out of the house what they did and who they did it with was unknown.
	For the most part, Charles figured he raised his children good.  They went to church and well mannered.  Getting into various trouble was a way of life.  Further thoughts along those lines were obliterated as his cock suddenly breeched that incredible sensation all cocks and their owners sought.

	Laura grabbed holt of the hay bale grimacing as her Daddy’s masterful dong slammed her pussy.  There was some distress, discomfort, disenchantment but she endured knowing that like the first time she had gotten her cookie busted—it would eventually get better.
	Charles plowed his daughter’s trench jutting gobs and gobs of cum.  He wanted to do the same to Mary.  He wanted to ejaculate onto that sweet face, fill her mouth, squirt on her breasts, then finish off in her cunt.
	The thoughts so horrid it frightened him—but they were desires nonetheless.  Deep seeded desires that annihilated all else in regards to morality.  He didn’t care, he wanted to cover Mary’s nude body with his love cream and that was all there was to it.
	But first, Laura.
	After creaming Laura’s pussy (inside and out) Charles had to deal with firstly the inevitable energy plummet.  There was nothing he could do about that—he wasn’t a teenager anymore and lacked the sufficient energy to maintain stamina.
	Then, he had to deal with what he had done.
	Laura fingered her spunk laden pussy, grinning taking her moralistically bound Pa off-guard.  Laura had turned over, shoulders to the stacked bales, legs open, cum oozing from her fresh fucked funk hole.  Her ass still stung and she disliked greatly being spanked and she still was emotionally distraught over that—but, engaging in nasty business with her Pa was ok.
	The nasty business continued with Charles gliding his cum squirter up and down Laura’s slit.  Although it had just cum (and how!) into the dick trench of pleasure and as per the usual manner afterwards the cock became limp—the gliding action up and down Laura’s pussy dramatically caused his cock to return to full strength.
	Laura blushed and gushed, bit her bottom lip and glowed all over.  Charles was not himself; his throbbing prong pushed its way into her love box and slowly but surely he made dutiful vaginal entry.
	Not all the way but most of the way.  Laura grimaced some more as the size of her Pa’s cock was significantly bigger than brother Albert’s and their friend in town, Willie.
	Occasionally, Charles pulled out to hump the outside of his girl’s cunt, then gouge and put himself back in for a minute or so of serious humping then there was a flood of release he barely was aware of.  Seldom had he been caught off guard cumming without knowing it.  Usually he was so wrapped up with loving his wife and humping her cunt was just something natural that was happening.

	Shooting his wad came with a perplexing awe that he barely had time to enjoy it.  Laura held onto the hay bale as well as her naughty Pa and experienced her own orgasm.  
	Instant shame fell over him—what had he done!?
	But then a look from Laura suddenly erased the remorse and all but eliminated the confusion that surmounting to overwhelm him.  The tingling feeling in his cock was still there as well was the lust.  Up against Laura’s cunt he glided his cock in the mess he had spilled there and humped a little more.  Then,
	“Charles, are still in there with Laura?” the wife, Caroline!
	“Shit!” bitched Charles in a panic.
	“Shit!” exclaimed Laura.
	Quickly did the two scramble to collect themselves; Charles merely stuffed his naughty member back into his trousers while Laura straightened herself up and stood rubbing her still searing ass—just as the barn door opened.  Caroline came in—she knew that Laura got the lashing of a lifetime and she usually did so while undressed.  
	“Super is ready.” she said calmly folding her hands down her flour encrusted apron.  “Laura, put yourself together, then come into the house.” It meant, get dressed, wash up, and come pull yourself together.  The haggard Prairie woman put some loose strands of her blond hair back under her bonnet and offered a meek smile to her husband.  “You, too!” she said then turned and left.
	“Do you think she knows?” Charles asked offhandedly.
	Laura shrugged but gathered her clothes and went to the bucket of water to wash her face.  Charles stood befuddled.  What had he done!?  How could he go on?  Laura finished washing her face, she straightened out her dress, rubbed her butt and with a smile to her Pa, she darted out the door.
	Charles stood with an aching cock.  He had bare handed spanked his naked twelve year old, then went into her –twice!  But—Laura liked it.  At least, that was what he got out of it.  (He also liked it.)

	Later that night…
	In the loft, Mary lay against her sister fingering both her pussy as well as her own whispering, “did he really put it all the way in?”
	Laura lied giggling, “he sure did!”
	Laura’s cunt was wet but Mary’s cunt was wetter!  Both girls were avid finger bangers of their most Holy place with Mary discovering the pleasure of pussy pleasing first at around ten years of age.

	When at such a time as Mary could stand it no longer, 
	“Do me!” she whispered harshly to her sister.
	Laura giggled, farted, then moved under the shared bed to position herself whereas she could lick out on Mary’s cunt.  In doing so, not only did she please her sister but enticed brother Albert who also shared the upper loft.  A curtain separated the two beds but being up in the lofty area with only a ladder opening there was significant hanky-and-panky in the works.
	Being a risk with their parents’ bedroom right literally underneath them made their misdoings all the better.  Mostly, usually, their hanky-panky took place in the barn or at the swimming hole, a nearby cave, and wherever else the naughty mood struck them.
	Moments after Laura began licking out Mary than did thirteen year old Albert peered thru the curtain hole to see Laura’s naked ass wriggling in the air.  The moon was partially full flooding the window that was open at the head of the girl’s bed.  The light proficiently bathed the girls’ area with light revealing the two naked girls enticing Albert to come around the divider and make his way as quietly as possible.
	Although Mary and Laura didn’t think their parents were aware of what happened just above them, Albert tended to believe that their parents weren’t that deaf or naïve.
	Coming up to the foot of the bed Albert took in his sister’s wiggling ass; earlier he had asked how bad she had gotten whooped.  Laura in typical fashioned replied, “same as usual.” No biggie.  Her ass still stung even after hours since the beating.  Only Mary, though, knew that their Pa had fucked her asshole AND pussy.
	Albert caressed his sister’s ass, licked the cracked then fingered the hole.  Laura spread her legs fingering her sex while licking out Mary’s pussy.  Mary though thoroughly engrossed in being eaten out tried to maintain herself and keep form making noise.  Albert’s climbing onto the bed putting his pud into Laura’s didn’t help.  Mary feared any moment their Pa would be banging his ceiling/their floor with the broomstick—OR coming up the ladder to bust them—literally.
	Albert slid into Laura—one place and then the other and due to his age and the closeness to his sister’s age, full penetration to her pussy and asshole was acceptable.  
	Laura latched her mouth over Mary’s twitching hot cunt; which was difficult to do with Mary slamming her legs against her face and her brother behind her rocking her world.  Her tongue lashed all about her sister’s quim, nipping the lips and virtually trying to climb inside!

	In less than two minutes and Albert was shooting his brotherly love cream.  He was in Laura’s asshole at the time and when he began to squirt pulled out and jammed himself fully all the way into her pussy to unleash the rest.
	When he pulled out there was even more and he emptied that onto Mary’s cunt while Laura lay off to one side wriggling in some agony of having her steaming asshole and a tingling cunt.
	“Whatever you’re doing up there,” called out their Pa angrily, “knock it off!” ‘before I come up there!’
	Mary was in a fit as was Albert.  Albert sat back flogging his dog while Laura was once more pulled into licking Mary’s cunt clean.  Albert sat watching with some glee but he wanted to do something with Mary.  Mary, though, was hesitant.  Though she willingly got naughty with her brother they had yet only had sex once and only a couple of times “in the ass.”  Mary feared getting pregnant.
	“I gotta go to the privy.” Mary said.
	Usually, in the middle of the night especially, using the privy was for doing a Number Two; a bed pan was used for Number Ones.  The privy shed was up on a slight hill between the house and the barn.  
	“Me, too!” grinned Albert.
	At the bottom of the ladder from the left the two siblings paused listening intently for any signs that their Pa was stirring.  Hearing no sounds of rustling the two siblings then made for the backdoor.  They paused again listening at the crickets and frogs then eased out the door they opened only partly knowing that opening fully would make it creak.
	At the edge of the dirt clearing Mary paused and removed her nightgown.  She wore nothing else but slippers.  Albert stripped off his clothing and the two held hands giggling their way to the privy.
	At the privy neither went inside but lingered outside where Albert stood gallantly pissing up a storm.  Mary watched him, then stood with legs apart and released the pressure in her own bladder.  She rubbed her ass, fingered her pussy, and looked onto her brother with some admiration.  She smiled, farted, and the two came together.
	The two siblings, not related, embraced one another and locked lips.  Albert was adopted and had been in the family only a year.  At first, Mary didn’t like him—she liked him when he was not a part of the family; then, her parents went out and adopted him into the family and for some unknown reason she no longer liked him.  He was a threat (but not in the literal since.)
	In time, though, months, she grew to like him; he was a likeable fellow and it was his “fellow” she liked the most.
	Behind the privy, naked, Mary fondled Albert’s “fellow”.  It was already way hard and got even harder with Mary’s fondling.  Then she kissed it and drew the hardened member into her mouth.
	Albert liked and rocked to and fro on his feet running his hands thru her super soft hair increasing his manhood and going insanely over sexed with each stroke of his cock in Mary’s mouth.
	“Let’s go into the barn,” Mary said gasping for breath, “it’s getting cold out here.”  Despite being the middle of Summer, the nights on the Plains of Minnesota got cold at night.
	In the barn the two came together, embracing, kissing passionately, melding their bodies together in a so-so illicit unionship.  Mary’s passion was exceedingly crazed.  The young Prairie girl was starved for passion but most the boys in town were not very appealing.  Some were, but most were immature farm boys who were rude, crude, obnoxious, and not worthy of pursuing.
	Albert was shy, a little quirky, reserved, and not a “farm boy.”  Albert was a city boy.  He had natural charm that Mary was drawn to from the beginning.  For some time she had disliked them, then once acclimated into the family she began to see his charm and warm to him.  The passion and illicitness came soon thereafter.
	After much embracing and kissing the two fell onto some strewn hay and while Bessie the cow looked on, they made love.

*

	Sweat trickled down the nape of his neck but did little to distract his concentration.  Usually when schlepping his schlong into pussy the only thing on his mind was the act that was.  Preliminary foreplay was lust, afterwards was “sleep” or afterglow.  The act that was took precedence and left very little room for little else.
	When putting it to the wife, lingering thoughts of the day lingered about the outer fringes of his thoughts.  Usually he centralized his thoughts to how pretty his wife was and how lucky he was to have her in his life.  He did wish she would lighten up a little and be a little more kinky in the bedroom.  But she wasn’t so he had to settle on her beauty, charm, and etc.
	Putting it to his daughters?  That was different—there were thoughts of how pretty his girls were and how lucky he was that they were kinky with him.  Sure it was illicit, wrong, moralistically and ethically wrong—but they were willing and had been the ones who initiated the illicitness.

	His thoughts were on fucking.  Pure and simple.  His cock embedded into Jessica’s sweet cunt thrilled him, his balls, and then everything else.  He shuddered all over as the girl’s sex gripped him and thrilled him.  There was no stopping it—not even if a crazed maniac with a bloody hatchet came thru the door.  Maybe if the Wife came thru the door—
	But barring the Wife, Glenn Nedmacky put it to his teenage daughter thoroughly engrossed in the dirty deed done with his sheep.  He didn’t care.  All that mattered was to fuck and to fuck well.  His hands were tight on the girl’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and driving his dick fully into the slender girl’s cunt where he was just within reach of cumming.
	Jessica firstly had sat on her Daddy’s lap, guiding his cock into her cunt then embracing him.  She nuzzled against his shoulder and his arms went around her—his cock going into her.  Their lovemaking kicked up when both reached a lofty goal of orgasmic proportions putting Jessie on the desk and her preacher Daddy standing up going into second gear fucking her cunt.
	Jessica’s face looked up to him; she was admiring him.  Her teenage breasts jiggled furthering her Daddy’s lust.  It was an incredible occurrence of where both partners erupted into a furor like none before.  Their illicit lust brought them together where all that mattered was to cum.
	After cumming Glenn sat back in his chair exhausted—mind, body, and soul.  Jessie remained on the desk a moment or two then quietly slipped off and made for the bathroom.  Glenn couldn’t move.  His cock ached and then everything else.  
	But, it did feel good—that was what mattered.

*

spy games in 1888
	The most popular girl in 1888 Walnut Grove was Nellie Olson.  She was fourteen and her parents owned the one and only general store.  The Mother of Nells spoiled Nellie, the girl had the best clothes and then the best of everything else.  
	Nellie O was a snob, snooty, and only so-so bright (in school.)  When she didn’t do well on a test she whined and complained blaming some boy for breaking wind or some excuse enabling her to re-take the test.  She usually cheated.  She got her way on most occasions; for school plays she got her way by sniveling and having parents who owned the only store which would inevitably provide the materials necessary for said play.

	When Mary and Laura came along Nellie instantly despised them, mostly Laura for some reason.  “Farm girls” she teased and her dislike of the two intruders seethed when they bested Nellie in school and socially.  It wasn’t soon after Mary began school than she surpassed Nellie as the most gifted student with the highest marks.
	But Nellie still wore the best dresses and had the best “things” in her bedroom which was directly above the general store.  
	There, too, was a brother, two years younger, Willie.  Willie was not as spoiled as his sister and was better liked by all.  Willie and Laura hit it off and especially with Mary…
	Nellie was a pretentious brat, and as previously stated—she usually got her way.  One day in particular she and her brother were in the cellar of their parents’ general store in an area designated as their own personal play area.  It was a place they went to when in trouble, when hiding, when playing when no one else would play with them.  
	Nellie stuffed her mouth with treats “acquired” from the store above.  Willie had a mouthful as well.  A lantern illuminated the small area the kids had claimed as their own; a partition there was to keep them safe and hidden; there were boxes, crates, and other essentials for a town’s supply and some things left over from the Civil War.
	After swallowing her treat, Nellie was in a foul mood.  Mary Nedmacky was at the crust of her mood—besting her in a US History contest infuriated Nellie as the conniving Ms. Beetle their teacher made it so as Nellie couldn’t use her wills on anyone or fashion a cheat quick enough to thwart Mary.  So she fumed and as per usual took her wrath out on her brother.
	“Come here.” Nellie said in her demanding voice.
	Willie obeyed as he always did and usually unawares in most cases that doom was about to befall him.
	Nellie glared at him, then brightened and smiled; Nellie was a pretty girl; blond hair in a special style she (accompanied by her Mother) went by train to the city twenty miles away to have styled; she smelled pretty most of the time with specialty bath oils—the family had one of the first indoor “bathrooms” complete with running water, toilet, and a very nice bathtub.
	Nellie smiled and in her uppity New England voice said,
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Willie didn’t even hesitate, he most generally obeyed his sister (that or she’d whoop him one or accuse him of something to her Mother who would demand from their Father than Willie be punished (and usually that happened and happened with a belting.)

	Nellie seldom if ever got the belting.  She got scolded or sent to her room (for a couple of hours at the most) but that was it for her punishment.  Her Mother defended her defied any harsh punishment whatsoever to Nellie.
	Willie stripped off his clothes and stood nakedly before his well dressed sister.  She wrinkled her nose then took holt of his boyhood and tugged on it.
	“Hey!” let out a yelp from Willie.
	“Just seeing if it still works.”
	Nellie was cruel and sometimes not at all pleasant.
	“What do you want me to do now?” 
	His sister smiled and let out a little burp from the soda and candy she had been stuffing her self with; then, she put her hands up under her dress and began working down her underthings.
	Willie stood methodically working his pud.  Though he was merely twelve, Willie’s stature was a little smaller than most boys his age—however, he had a cock to make up for it.
	Slowly Nellie turned around with her underclothing down at her ankles she bent over pulling her pretty pinkish dress up over her waist exposing her ass.  Willie’s cock throbbed and became very erect.
	“Kiss it.” Nellie called out to her brother.
	Willie sighed letting go his cock; he went to his knees instead and applied tongue to Nellie’s ass.
	“Not there,” Nellie bitched, “you know where I want it.”
	Willie did but he didn’t like it.  Closing his eyes he pressed his tongue to his sister dirt chute.
	And so she farted.
	Of course!

	Willie made a stink about Nellie’s stink, so she relented and let him “do her.”  When he attempted to go in her private place Nellie reached for his cock redirecting it to her fresh funky funk hole.  Willie didn’t care, a hole was a hole and into her backdoor hole he went—he got off just well in either place.
	“Not so rough!” bitched Nellie.  She spread her legs as far as she could and lay across a wooden crate.  Willie went into her all the way and then began to pump—all unawares that spying on them from a casement window were the Nedmacky children…

*

	Quickly but not so quickly as to be noticed, Mary, Laura, and Albert scampered from the area behind the general store to the area behind their school.  There, in the open but shielded from the town, Albert unleashed his prong giving it a quick stroke before Laura took over.  Meanwhile, Mary pulled down her underclothing.
	While Laura jerked her brother’s cock, Mary laid herself out on the grass with her dress pulled up enough to reveal herself.  There was good shade from the building and it wasn’t the first time they had been there engaging in extra curricular activites.
	Laura gave her brother a little suck—just enough to slick up the cunt and then Albert was down onto Mary sliding into her sex his masterful cock.  Laura sat behind giggling and watching as Albert’s schlong went into Mary’s cunt—she was fascinated by that action and she fingered herself while watching.
	A few pumps and Albert was cumming.

	Ms. Beetle was “cumming”, too.
	Nearby some two hundreds was a quaint small house that the community paid for for the school teacher, Ms. Evea Beetle.  The schoolmarm had been teaching the children of Walnut Grove two years and everyone liked her.  She was kind, sweet, and capable of outwitting Nellie Olson on a regular basis.  
	Presently, in a back room of the house, Ms. Beetle was naked and splayed across a great table while farm boy Victor Benchly “put it to her” from behind.  Victor Benchly was sixteen and a well built son-of-a-gun.  He toted hay bales like they weighed half of what they really did.
	On the table with Ms. Beetle was farm boy Grett Garrison.  He was naked, fifteen, and his sizable cock all the way into Ms. Beetle’s mouth.  Two other boys, Tom Jockly and Frank Hanmeir stood naked beside the table masturbating.  Tom was the oldest of them all at seventeen while Frank was fifteen.
	All the boys took turns with Ms. Beetle who appeared to be a willing participant.  The young spies spying were once more enthused and rushed off to soothe their needs.

	Darby Gillis was a nice girl, had a bad foot and hobbled a lot, but she was nice and friendly.  Nellie Olson, of course, hated her “because she was different.”  She was ten years old and upon the spy trio’s visit was in some sort of serious trouble warranting her a spanking.
	Mary and Laura’s own asses tightened up as young Darby Gillis lay across her Daddy’s lap wearing nothing but skin.  One after another the slaps to her ass came in rapid succession until the girl’s ass was tomato red.  Then the girl was stood and shook by the shoulders by Darrel Gillis; a tall lanky unshaven man who no one in the town really care for much.  His wife had died a year after Darby was born and was a bitter man for because of it.
	After a good talking to Darby was hustled off to her room.
	Once more the Nedmacky trio spirited off to a hiding place in their town that was open to the air but not to prying eyes.  Behind the mill that worked both as a lumber mill and as a grinding meal for the farmers’ crops.  A little ways up from the mill was a serene place right by the creek.  Here Albert stripped off his clothes and jumped in.  It wasn’t the best place to swim as it was too close to town and the town folks COULD see.  Mary and Laura rested in the cool of the shade, “we have to get back home, soon.” Mary said, “chores.”
	But not doing chores would get them a visit to the barn.  Neither Mary or Laura wouldn’t mind that so much—if only the spanking weren’t so much.  A little spanking could be tolerated but the fullness of their Pa’s wrath was a bit much.
	Both girls wanted sex with their Pa, mouth, pussy and asshole.
	“I bet I can take all of him.” Mary said matter-of-factly.
	“Me, too!” Laura chimed in—but she had tried finding her Pa’s cock a bit too much to be taking in all at once.
	“I can take him in my butt all the way,” Mary decreed, and probably in my sex.”
	Laura had tried to take him fully into her butt AND in her sex, but fact was—she was too young and inexperienced.
	“You need to get more done there (fucked) before Pa can sink all of himself into you like that.” Mary declared.
	Laura nodded and whistled for their horny step-brother…

	Nellie has her day
	1)  A verbal complaint followed by a written complaint to Ms. Beetle about the recent history exam concocted by Nellie speaking to Ms. Beetle and then whining to her Mother who also verbally chatted to the teacher followed by a written formal complaint.

	2)  Nellie wanted the lead role in the school’s latest proposed production of Shakespeare’s play, “Romeo & Juliet”.  She didn’t make the part—it went, instead, to Mary Nedmacky who knew the lines from the balcony perfectly.  Nellie required a written version of the famous speech to be at hand, hidden from the audience.
	3)  Only the brightest students, and oldest, should be taught specifically at the school while the rest should be taught at their homes.
	And one gripe after another, after another, and after another was presented verbally and written formerly to the school board who was made up of the town’s most prominent citizens.  And with all those citizens either in debt to the one lone general store or would be in need of some sort of item from said store—defying Harriet Olson (who actually owned the store) was a bad deal.  Harriet Olson and her obnoxious daughter usually got their way.  If they didn’t—the prices at the general store usually went up significantly, credit was canceled and markers were called in to be paid in full promptly.
	Both Harriet and Nellie needed to be taken down.  The spy trio couldn’t see how they could deal with Ms. Olson, but Nellie on the other hand…

	If Nellie had a weakness it was money.  Money was the root of evil, so someone said.  It was a lure; it was the embodiment of power, the crux of those who deemed themselves as superior to everyone else.  Mostly it was a lure—leastways, that was how Mary, Laura, and Albert would use it.
	Even a nickel was something of worth and to farm folk children a nickel was very worthy and quite the treasure.  So was a dime and even more so a whole quarter!  For Laura giving up her nickel she had earned doing chores was a toughie.
	“You want to get back at Nellie, don’t you?” Mary scolded.  Nellie had managed to boot Laura from the class play replacing her with one of Nellie’s friends—a girl who only was friend’s with Nellie for the status and her obedience.
	Laura did want to get back at Nellie so she coughed up the shiny nickel adding it to the booty bag where it joined Albert’s two dimes he had earned sweeping out the livery stable and delivering the town’s crier (paper).
	Mary had a whole quarter in the kitty making fifty cents.
	Fifty cents was a lot to anyone in circa 1888—even to a spoiled brat like Nellie O.
	“It’ll be worth it.” Laura said.
	“We’ll fix her.” Declared Mary factly.
	“She’ll get what she deserves.” Added Albert.
	Nellie Olson spotted the nickel on the steps of the school house; with no one about she scooped up the shiny object quickly tucking it into her dress pocket.  She smiled and was about to enter the school house when on the other side of the left-right steps she saw the dime.
	School was not in session (being a weekend) but she had business inside—the school play, books and whatever manner was in Nellie’s craw to make herself better than anyone else participating in said play.
	Finding the nickel and then the dime sparked curiosity in the uppity girl and she curiously scanned the dirt at the bottom of the steps finding a quarter.  Nellie was well pleased—her pleasure, though, dashed when who should appear but Mary and Laura with Albert, too.
	“What do you want!?” Nellie said in her most condescending voice.
	“We lost something.” Laura said defiantly.
	“What did you lose?” Nellie asked curiously but not caring.
	“I lost my nickel.” Laura said knowing full well that anything Laura lost and Nellie found would make Nellie’s day and then some.
	‘She’ll wet herself!’ chided Mary earlier when devising the plan.
	“Well, I haven’t seen it.” Nellie said flatly and hotly.
	“I lost a dime.” Mary added in.
	“I lost two quarters!” Albert also added.
	Nellie’s eyes opened wide—she had only found one.
	“I’m pretty sure it was around here.” Albert said.
	“You were playing out back,” Mary said, “you may have dropped them back there.”
	“I’ve already looked there, I guess I’ll go look some more.”	
	“We’ve got to get home or we wont get any more allowance at all if we’re late!” Mary affirmed.
	Looking dejected, Albert nodded and with his sisters flanking they went off on the trial leading to their farm.  Nellie stood at the bottom of the steps watching the trio until they turned and disappeared over a small hill.  Then Nellie basically flew to the back of the school searching the ground for the other quarter.
	There was another quarter, one of which frightened Mary if she and her siblings didn’t get it back into their Ma’s handbag before she came to town.  Nellie scooped the quarter up and never saw the hammer trap.

	“Oh my God she’s dead!” cried out Laura.
	“She’s not dead,” explained Mary (hopefully), “just unconscious.”
	Nellie Olson lay out on the grass behind the schoolhouse very muchly in a state of unconsciousness due to the swing down of a “trap.”

	Albert was proud of himself in his brain bashing device, a simple hammer held up high triggered release by a pull rope.  He had barely had time to beat Nellie to the rear of the school to get under the school and get the rope.  It was planned to wait for the signal from Mary when Nellie had the other quarter but the hill and the placement of the rope at the last minute disrupted Albert’s prime view.  So he had to snake up to the back steps and watch Nellie himself.  It was risky as the girl could easily see him.
	But Nellie was too enthused in finding money—especially belonging to her rivals.  The hammer was a big hammer barrowed secretly from the mill.  Mary thought it too big while Laura thought it to be too small “for Nellie’s big head.”
	“There’s no blood.” Mary said quickly examining the stricken classmate.  And with that the trio dragged the unconscious conniving bitch under the school and to about the middle where it was darker and thusly more apt to keep the group hidden from direct sight.
	“Alright,” Mary said once settled, “go back to the house and get the cart.” There was no way even the three of them would be able to drag Nellie to the cellar at the house.
	Albert nodded, he couldn’t wait to get at the bitch, Nellie.  He scurried out from under the schoolhouse and made his way out the back way towards home.  The girls, and their brother, had hustled thru their chores earning them the afternoon off to goof off.  Laura’s intent was to go fishing, Albert was to go off with some friends while Mary was to go off with some other girls practicing their lines for the school play.
	It was a ruse to their parental units as none of those tasks were the Nedmacky children apt to do.  They instead had a more sinister plan—retribution; involving waylaying the bitch, Nellie Olson, kidnapping her and taking her to their “dungeon.”
	“I bet Willie wouldn’t mind.” Mary surmised offhandedly while they waited for Albert to return with the cart to tote Nellie.
	“Mind what?” Laura asked not knowing the unsaid.
	“To have his way with Nellie.”
	“Oh.” then, “what way?”
	“You know,” Mary said disgustedly that her sister could be so naïve, “to fuck her, spank her and be rough her.”
	“Oh.” then, “yeah, he’d probably like to fuck her.”
	“And pee on her.” Mary added musing.
	Laura giggled, “I’d like to do that, too!”
	Nellie remained oblivious to the devilish plan planned for her.
	Albert appeared thirty minutes later, out of breath saying, 

	“They’re gone.”
	“Gone?” Mary asked.
	“Yep,” Albert said still catching his breath, “they left a note saying they’ve gone over to the Havers’ place.” A neighbor a mile over some hills, visiting.  That was good news for Mary, it meant they wouldn’t have to be all to sneaky in sneaking in Nellie into the cellar under the barn.
	Sneaking Nellie out of town, though, was another matter.
	Albert had snagged a couple of burlap bags and some canvas but had to wait a little while before sneaking Nellie’s unconscious body into to the tote wagon.
	“How long do you think she’ll be like that?” Albert asked.
	Mary had no idea, but Laura had the hammer declaring, “If she wakes up I’ll clobber her!” and she would, too.

	Just before darkness set in at the little house on the prairie, the Nedmacky children unceremoniously dumped their wagon cargo onto the cellar floor of their family’s barn.  Mary sighed and chewing thoughtfully on her lip said, “Better get some supper going,” then, looking to Laura, “YOU had better get a fish at least one, and smell like you’ve been fishing all day, too.”
	Laura scampered off quickly leaving Mary and Albert to deal with Nellie.  She was firstly tied up hand and foot with Albert tying her hands and feet together.  Mary put a gag in the girl’s mouth then blindfolded her.  When that was done, “Stay with her.” Then Mary scooted out of the cellar to make for the house.
	Albert sat in the cellar, a part of which wasn’t used and was deemed safe for the children to make their underground fort to play in.  Some bales of hay and old crate boxes were used to make a wall keeping them unseen.  Albert got a lantern going then sat on a barrel brooding and contemplating Nellie’s fate.
	The next thing he knew there was his sister Laura reeking of fish telling him “come to dinner.”
	Up in the barn Albert took offense at Laura’s offense, “You’d better wash up first.” 
	Laura was an amazing fisher, she had caught three big fish from the nearby creek in less than an hour (and two smaller ones.)  She even cleaned them!  That helped in continuing the ruse with their Ma and Pa about what she had been doing all the afternoon day.

	Laura stripped off her clothes and stepped into the washtub.  The water was cold but it was refreshing, too.  Albert helped wash the fish stink off of his sister.
	“Is she awake?” Laura asked.
	“Nope, she never stirred.”
	“Dang, you musta whopped her a good one!”
	Albert beamed at his handiwork, he just hoed that he didn’t hurt her too much.  But regardless, the bitch deserved it.

	Supper was good, one pot roast beef stew and a skillet of cornbread with a smaller pot of apple cobbler.  The fish were put on hold with Pa Nedmacky suggesting to tote the stinky creek dwellers over to the Haver place—they were in need as Jim Haver had taken a tumble off the barn roof dislocating his shoulder.	
	Albert volunteered to make the trek, his Ma disapproved until Charles added that he would go along, too.  Caroline still didn’t approve of traipsing across the countryside after dark.  It was 1888 and there were rogue uncivilized Indians still roaming about seeking revenge in anyway they could get it.
	Despite that concern, Charles and Albert struck off right after the delicious apple cobbler Mary had made, taking a pail of the treat along with the stinky fish, too.  Laura helped clean up while Albert said he was going out to the barn to check the animals.  Caroline smiled and appreciated his work asking if he would bring in some milk.
	When the clean up of the evening meal had been done, Laura was pestered about her homework—of which Laura complained that homework wasn’t supposed to be done on the weekend.  “It’s un-American!” she exclaimed to wit her Ma explained that if she had of done her homework on the day she brought it home from school then she wouldn’t be an Un-American.  “This isn’t a democracy here,” Caroline continued, “do it or else.”
	The “or else” was a direct line to her bottom.  Although she liked being swatted somewhat and then carrying on with her Pa afterwards, the initial swatting for disciplinarian sake she could do without.
	Laura wanted to go check on Nellie but she got her school work and set about quickly finishing what she had put off.  Mary had gone out to the barn with Albert before he went off their Pa.  

	And as usual, after hurrying thru her schoolwork, Laura’s work had to be checked.  Both Charles and Caroline were serious about their children’s schooling beings as how neither Charles or Caroline went very far in the own.  Laura sat on her hands as she was antsy while her Ma checked her work.
	“You misspelled a word on your spelling list.”
	“Which one?”
	“Now, Laura, that’s for you to find out.  It wouldn’t be of much help if I did your work for you.  You have to slow down and think of the word you are spelling.” Same ole rhetoric…
	“And you need to recheck your information on the 2nd president of the United States; I’ll give you a hint, it’s not Thomas Jefferson, but you were close.”
	Laura sighed deeply and heard her Pa calling for Albert.  
	Seeing Laura struggling with her spelling list, Caroline whispered, “there’s no “X” in a word that sounds like it should have one.”
	That didn’t help.
	“Just remember,” Caroline said trying to help without helping, “that it you can accept any table offered to you.”
	Laura stared at her list—stared at her list—stared at her list then brightened when she saw the word “ACCEPTABLE”.  She made the correction, and then another on two more words before allowing Laura off the hook.
	Trying not too look like she was up to something, Laura amscrayed to the barn as quickly as she good.  Mary was no where in sight.  Carefully Laura made way to the trap door and down into the “dungeon”; this after passing thru the cellar area of stored foodstuffs and the partition separating the dungeon and outer area.
	Mary was already naked and squatting over the awaken Nellie who was thrashing about so.  Mary quickly put fingers to mouth to shush her intruding sibling.  Laura stood still not saying a word but giggling all over as there was Nellie Olson, the snooty uppity bitch of Walnut Grove wallowing in the dirt getting her very expensive dress all mucked up.
	Before leaving with their Pa, Albert had tied Nellie up so she wouldn’t thrash about so, straightening her out.  Mary squatted right on Nellie face grinding her pussy onto the snooty girl then wiggling all about trying to get her asshole to Nellie’s nose.
	Suddenly Mary farted.

*

	Nellie freaked and thrashed about even more making quite a ruckus frightening Mary, concerning her that the antics would be heard above—already the cows were upset and that would surely alert their Ma.
	Try as she might with the gag in place and all, Nellie would hush and thrashed about so.  Laura fled leaving Mary to deal with the upset girl who was tied up and in fits.
	Mary thought of somehow dragging the girl out of the dungeon and back to town, or at least close to it and leaving her in the open.  But the struggling twisting highly pissed off Nellie would be a handful and a problem so she abandoned that idea and began working on another when Laura came back into the secret area armed with the clobbering hammer used in whollping Nellie in the first place.  
	Mary wasn’t so sure that that was a good idea—but Nellie frightened her so—
	Closing her eyes, Laura swung to huge wooden mallet hammer once more clobbering Nellie sending her into a tizzy.  It was brief as unconsciousness once more struck her, too, and she lay still.
	Mary stood staring nakedly at the stricken girl, “what have we done?”
	A little late for that…

	TAP! TAP! TAP!
	“You going to sleep your life away?” called up their Pa.
	Mary stretched, farted, and took more than a minute than usual to wake up.  What a night.  Several trips to the “privy” and when she was just getting good sleep—time to get up and get ready for church.  It wasn’t right.
	Laura was the worst for getting up—if she stayed up too late she was a bear in the morning.  Albert stirred from his side of the loft room, when their Pa had disappeared she sneaked up to the curtain wall,
	“How is she?”
	“Pissed.” Albert said.  “But I took care of her.”
	Mary didn’t ask; she herself had been busy with the bitch of Walnut Grove, one trip to check on her and Mary DID have to use the privy.  She used Nellie’s face instead and drenched the girl’s face while Albert held her head steady.  Then, afterwards, Mary and Albert stripped the girl’s clothes off rendering her nude.  Albert then had his way with the girl finding her a very excellent fuck.  Very excellent.

	On another visit, Mary spanked Nellie.  Hard.
	First with just her hands but when her hands wore out she got the belt hanging on the wall—it was there but didn’t belong to anyone in the family.  Just before drawing blood did Mary stop.  Squatting on Nellie’s face she made the girl lick her pussy before leaving.
	Albert remained to fuck the girl some more then working the ropes securing her spread her legs to keep them from flailing about.  Then, he spanked her pussy with the belt.  Not very hard but hard enough to seriously freak the fourteen year old out.
	Then Albert sat on Nellie’s face to do more than pee…

	As bustlings went on downstairs just prior to breakfast being made and then hustling off to church, Albert stood bearing all before dressing.  The curtain wall was pulled back a bit to reveal himself—Mary and Laura straightened up themselves not dressing up just yet.  Laura had the bed chamber and was going down the ladder carrying it, giggling as she watched Mary go to her knees.
	After empting the porcelain pot she washed her hands in a bucket outside and greatly fermented the air as she did so—catching her Pa as he walked around from the back of the house.
	“Damn!” he chortled fanning the air and embarrassing his young daughter.
	“PA!” Laura chirped deeply embarrassed—although it wasn’t the first time.
	“Hey,” Charles said after the air had cleared, “yer Ma’s gonna fix us up a French breakfast!”
	Laura’s eyes bulged, “FRENCH TOAST!” She loved French Toast.
	“But she’s gonna need a whole mess of eggs.” her Pa added, and the only place that had eggs was—
	the barn.

	Five chickens—eight eggs, that ought to be enough.  Ma would be able to whip up some good egg batter with that.  Laura quickly hustled thru the chore of gathering eggs hoping beyond hopes that Ma didn’t need anything from the cellar.  There was another under the house that she used exclusively for canning and storage.  The cellar under the barn was for extras and storing larger things.
	After the collection Laura turned too quickly and collided with her Pa who wasn’t paying attention and toting a fresh pail of milk.  The two giggled and then Laura hugged her Pa.

	The hug lingered and Charles returned it.
	Laura was at the right height—she was a bit under tall for her age, half a head shorter than other classmates her age.  Charles nicknamed her “half pint”—but he and only he was allowed to call her that.
	At length, Laura found her Pa had a hard-on.  Her mind flashed to Mary sucking on Albert’s prong.  Her pussy tingled and she nuzzled the bulging bone finally unleashing it to have it in her smallish hands.  Pa did nothing to stop her although he had tried to at first—but he didn’t try very hard.
	Once the hot member was out, Laura admired it, examined it, smiled at it.  She kissed the head, wrapped her little fingers about it then gave it a little stroke.  Her Pa stood in some personally agony—wrestling with Right & Wrong, Good Feelings/Bad Feelings, Morally Right/Immorally Good.
	Meanwhile, Laura’s mouth was down on his cock…

	Albert hustled to fetch the milk that his Pa was supposed to be bringing in; “I don’t know what’s taking so long.” complained his Ma.  Albert didn’t either but had a bad feeling.  Had they been found out, did Pa find the “guest” in their dungeon?
	Mary fussed about the kitchen helping prepare the morning meal, but without the milk and eggs there was a bit of a hold up.  Exasperated, Ma began to go find out what hold up was when Mary intervened and said she would go.
	Albert went out the back door, Mary out the front door.  Both hustled quickly to the barn where peeking thru some well placed positioned knot holes that saw Laura on her knees sucking off their Pa.
	Mary was relieved.
	Albert was, too; he had his cock out within seconds—it was hard and he thrusted it into his hand humping hard.  Mary’s attention was diverted and thought they were outside in the very open and should their Ma come out to see what more of a hold up there was for breakfast, Mary took care of Albert ONE MORE TIME!

	The innocence of sheep
	2 Samuel 24:17 And David spake unto the LORD when he saw the angel that smote the people, and said, “Lo, I have sinned, and I have done wickedly: but these sheep, what have they done?  Let thine hand, I pray thee, be against me, and against my father's house.”
	The Preacher’s sermon struck a nerve, didn’t it?

	The Nedmacky’s were uncustomarily late for church but they made it just as folk were being seated.  Usually there was time for socializing and so forth, greeting the Preacher and so forth—that would have to wait until afterwards.  Caroline was a little peeved at her family for making them tardy.
	“We’re not late,” Charles tried to convince his wife, “we haven’t missed the sermon.”
	It did little to appease his wife who sat with hands folded staring straight ahead.  Charles let it go, he had gotten a hummer in the barn from his twelve year old daughter—nothing could overshadow that!
	Of course, the subject of “sheep” from the mouth of their Preacher kinda soured Charles’ outlook on what he was submitting to with Laura.  All thru the service, the song—“bringing in the sheaves”, the sermon; “He Knows What You Are Doing!” all rocked Charles to the core.  
	Of course, the service was disrupted with the sudden bursting in of Harriet and Nells crying that Nellie was missing.  Church was dismissed and everyone capable was seeking the missing girl.  The Nedmacky children helped out but by noon and no sign of Nellie the town reassembled at the church for a 2-hour prayer fest.
	Harriet Olson had gone home to lay down as many of the community surmised the girl had been abducted by rogue Indians prompting Nells and another to mount up and go for help in nearby Mankato (the next largest town with a sheriff and posse.)
	The remaining townsfolk lingered in small groups suggesting Nellie was possibly up to something—she was always pulling tricks to get her way so it was supposed this was another form of it.  Some thought she may have fallen prey to a predator, the two-legged kind.  Others thought she may have fallen into a well or an unknown mine.
	After a time, Laura and Albert found themselves at the back of the parsonage, the church’s house for the Preacher, Reverend Alvin Alden.  He was a nice man, up in age with a little snow for hair; jovial, friendly, and “in the business” some thirty years.  Albert was worried about Nellie and what they had done.
	“Maybe we’ve come too far.” Albert suggested.
	Laura wasn’t sure but she was sure that she didn’t want to confess.
	Albert did.
	Mary had gone back to the farm with their Pa.  The look on her face was hard to read but Laura knew her sister, she was worried and close to the brink of telling their Pa what was in the cellar other than jars of peaches and pickles.

	“If we tell,” said Albert whining, “maybe it wont be so bad.”
	“No way, we’ll be in trouble for the rest of our lives!”
	Albert sighed, “So whattya gonna do about her, we cant keep her there.”
	None of the Nedmacky children had thought of the consequences or what to do with Nellie after they had had their fun.  Mary’s earlier notion of dragging Nellie close to town and dumping her there, leaving her there for someone to find was pretty good to dwell thoughts on—but it was a lot of work and would take all of them.
	Interrupting her thoughts was a sound.  Close by.  Distracted, Laura and Albert stole around the parsonage finding a dirty window pane allowing them privy information on what was going on inside a back room.  The good Reverend Alden had a small boy across his lap, spanking him.
	Oh!
	The boy, eleven year old James Dickerson, had his trousers down and no underclothing; the Rev. landed smack after smack to the boy’s bared bottom—pausing now and then to squeezing the reddening flesh before landing more swats.
	At length the boy was stood up and while he caressed his burning bum and sniveled—the good Rev. fondled (by tugging) James’ schlong.  The fondling progressed to serious tugging encompassing the lad’s testicles.  When the pud was at last “hard”, the good-good Rev. “went down on it.”

	Laura and Albert were shocked, awed, dismayed, and everything along that route.
	“Whoa, shit!” exclaimed Laura.
	Albert nodded.  “Double whoa shit.”
	They never would have believed it—not the good Reverend Alden!
	Laura sat down on the ground, shoulders against the wall in total disbelief, her world rocked to the core so to speak.  The Reverend!  It was just unbelievable.  
	Albert remained peeking watching as after the Rev. sucked on James’ schlong he himself stood and dished out his own.  It was long, hard, and James was pushed down to his knees by the Rev.  As Albert continued to watch—he couldn’t help and want even aware of it but pulled out his own.
	Since it was there—in Laura’s face, she took it and stroked it, then like she rolled her lips over it and sucked it.  She liked sucking Albert’s cock but loved sucking her Pa’s dick more.  And even though she WAS sucking her brother’s pud, she could still taste her Pa’s cock.
	Her pussy quivered and was soaking her underclothing—along with sucking Pa’s dick she loved having it fill her young snatch.  Her Pa’s thrustings were fantastic!  She loved his massive fuck stick slamming into her cunt—she loved being filled from behind, even spanked!  But mostly, she loved sucking his cock and getting his special love cream spewed all over her face.
	Albert began to pump into Laura’s mouth—in the parsonage the Rev. Alden sodomized James Dickerson.  Albert’s cock swelled inside Laura’s mouth and soon began to jut liquid love.  Laura gobbled the impressive dick, choking only a little—gagging a little as her still intact tonsils were getting pounded and then squirted on.
	James Dickerson got well fucked and then spanked by the Reverend’s Bible!  Thereafter the two left the room and Albert fully unloaded his brotherly love and dismissed what he had seen and returned to the love of his sister.

	Once arriving at the family farm and Charles checked all around, Mary made for the privy.  She wanted to go into the barn’s cellar and check on her captive but made for the house to change out of her Sunday dress before it got dirty and her Ma got mad.
	She found her Pa naked in his room changing clothes, too.
	It was an awkward moment—Mary’s eyes were focused right on her Pa’s schlong.  For some reason, he had a stiffy.  Charles was caught off guard—who he was thinking off wasn’t recorded but he surely had someone on his mind.
	“Mary!” Charles said being highly embarrassed.  But being highly embarrassed he turned to face her.
	Mary’s eyes bulged—and were still directly solely at her Pa’s throbbing thruster.
	“Mary, I’m sorry!”
	“It’s ok, Pa,” Mary said trembling, shuddering, and getting wet between her legs, “I like it.”
	The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself.
	Charles was caught off guard even more so.  He didn’t know what to do.  He knew what he was supposed to do—shut the damn door and get dressed and go look for Nellie.  But what he did do was stand there, naked, with a boner aimed at his fourteen year old daughter.

	Casually did Mary rub her butt—partly thinking of the spankings she had received as well as rammed in the ass.  Her young body tingled and shuddered and somehow—somehow she was stepping up closer to where her Pa stood.  
	Charles didn’t move.  He couldn’t.  He tried—he wanted to (but then again, he didn’t.)  He stood his ground and watched his timid teenage daughter approach him.  His balls surged and he wondered what she had on her mind?
	It felt like there were twenty pound rocks in her dress shoes or she was sloughing her way thru tar but somehow she made it across from the breakfast and every other meal table to where he naked Pa and his amazing cock stood.  Once there, Mary’s attention was fully focused on his jutting appendage.
	‘No, Mary!  No!’ Charles thought strongly; but his words never made it to his mouth.  Mary reached out and took holt of his manhood and once that was done—there was no stopping.
	Glenn Nedmacky understood that—once caressing a bare ass of one of his children, like Rachel and then Lucy in the beginning—there was no going back and no stopping.  Regardless if they were willing, they were children and he was a man, their Daddy, their Pa, and he knew Right from Wrong.
	But did that say of Jessica?  Jessica was near the age of being a bonefied woman.  She was a willing participant in bringing him sexual gratification and there was no denying that he liked it—no, enjoyed it!  Doing the naughty with Lucy was equally enjoyable and there were lingering thoughts in his head about doing likewise to Rachel!  Already he had spilled his seed upon her person (while she slept.)  
	Torrid thoughts ran amok in his mind—he felt the heat, heard the pesky flies, and could smell the timbers of the Nedmacky prairie homestead.  In his mind he saw distant relative Charles Nedmacky “putting it to” the lovely Mary—on his desk there was his naked teenage daughter thrashing all about as she was enjoying to the max her Daddy’s love tool.
	Glenn Nedmacky enjoyed it, too.  The sensations sensationally sensed him to the brink of orgasmic bliss like never before and he rocketed hotly into the realm of pure pleasure.  He could feel the juts of his juices squirting thru his cock—he was no longer in control of himself and once more he was dashing his moral fibers to bits.
	But he didn’t care.  All that mattered was to cum.

	After cumming, after pulling out he was fully aware of what he had done.  He felt remorse and that downplayed some of his pleasure.  Mary lay on the desk friggin’ her fuck box and recovering.  Then she slipped off the desk and made for the shower.  She paused at the door catching her Daddy’s gaze; smiling, she wiggled a finger “come hither unto me” and not reluctantly he did so.

“come hither into me”
	the sheep are banged
	Mary’s arms clung to him like a death hold; she shuddered uncontrollably as shivers of orgasms bursted thru her young body repeatedly.  Hardly could the girl endure the incredible feelings—she had had sexual orgasms that were lasting before but none had ever made cum and cum again—and then again.
	Putting to his wife was good—putting it to his daughter Mary was even better!  His cock never felt so alive!  He was sure that he had cum but unlike with Caroline—there was more.  An ovation!  It was staggering to beat all and Charles was no longer in control of himself.  His hips pumped, his cock thrusted even deeper into his girl’s pussy, his cumming off continued long after the initial blast.
	Mary felt the cum squirting in her.  She shuddered as her Pa’s mighty dong filled her and then some.  She had gotten good dicking from brother Albert and Nellie’s beleaguered brother, Willie, but the dicking she got from her Pa—God Almighty, damn!
	Finally there was no more—Mary was exhausted and lay swathed in a layer of sheen sex sweat on the bed.  She breathed hard and felt absolutely useless.  Her cunt tingled and she wanted to get it again if only to quell the tingling.  
	Charles lay with his child for a moment, his cum soiling the bed and that would have to be taken care of—he figured he was safe from his doings as he had the buggy and Caroline was still in town with the townsfolk and wouldn’t like to walk the mile home in dress shoes.
	Slowly Charles got up watching his naked child drift to sleep.  Once more he felt ashamed at what he had done—then he felt icky and stinky.  Ever so slowly he crept out of the sanctity of his bedroom and out of the house to the barn to wash up.
	What awoke Mary she didn’t know—but it was only minutes after her Pa had left.  A startle followed by confusion.  She sat up blinking her eyes and felt the need to pee.  Badly.  She felt sticky and icky all over—and her cunny still tingled, too.

	Being bold and brave she darted to the privy to do business.  As she sat pissing up a storm and fingering her still tingling cunt, she saw thru the knothole of the outhouse the barn door open.
	“SHIT!” she bitched.  It was only obvious that her Pa had gone to the barn to wash up.  Mary fled, naked, down the hill nearly tripping and falling racing to the barn.
	No Pa.  No Pa was at the washtub although the was a wet washcloth on the ground and soap suds in the water.  With her heart beating near out of her chest Mary flew to the cellar trap door finding it up (open.)
	“Shit!” Nakedly she made her way down finding a lantern lit on a nearby barrel and another at the partition wall.  “Fuck.”
	Nellie was making a lot of noise, crying and carrying on so behind the partition.  Slowly she stepped up to the partition and the open askew door.  Her Pa stood there, naked, wet, cum dripping from his cock (but his cock was no longer hard.)
	Nellie lay in a mess, dirt and grime covered her body; her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw by the ropes binding them; the gag in her mouth had worked itself out and she was bleeding from the corners of her mouth.
	Before her Pa could say “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?” Mary shushed him with her fingers to her lips.  She nodded for him to come outside hopefully out of hearing range of the distraught Nellie.
	“You want to tell me what the hell is going on?” 
	Mary sighed, “We thought we would--”
	“We?”
	Mary nodded, “Albert and Laura, too; we thought we would just teach her a lesson—and it got sort of carried away.”
	Charles was livid and beside himself.
	“Half the fucking town is looking for her!”
	“I know, Pa, I know.” She shook her head, “Albert was just going to do stuff to her, me and Laura, too--”
	“Then what?” her Pa asked out of his mind with what his children had done.
	“We were going to take her back to town and make it look like the Indians had done her.”
	Charles paused.  My God!  They had thought it thru!
	“Come on, Pa, she deserves it.” Mary tried tactful explanation.
	Charles stared at her in disbelief, “She deserves it!?”
	Mary told him what Nellie had done and had been doing.  It still didn’t soothe him.
	“Did you think what would happen if you got caught?  If anybody found out?”
	“No,” Mary said honestly, “not really.  We just wanted to teach her a lesson.”  Some lesson.
	Charles walked around the outer area of the cellar shaking his head trying to rationalize the rationality of his childrens’ doing.
	“We have to take her back,” Charles said definitely, “we have to get her back!”
	“I know, Pa, I know,” but (but?) but first--”
	“But first what?” Charles said totally lambasted by his child.
	“We’re not thru with her yet.” Mary said defiantly.
	Charles stopped dead in his tracks, “Not thru with her yet?” then, 
	“What else are you going to do?”
	“Well,” Mary said trying to soothe her freaked out Pa, “Albert hasn’t yet--”
	“Hasn’t yet—what?”
	Mary sighed deeply, “He hasn’t gotten a chance to,” Mary shrugged her shoulders to her Pa trying to convey to him the unsaid, “you know, DO her.”
	Charles took a moment to realize what Mary was trying to say without saying it.  “Oh my God!” he blurted as he made that realization.
	Mary stood breathing hard freaking out a little herself.  Although she figured her Ma and Laura and Albert wouldn’t make the mile journey in their good clothes—they might.
	“Pa,” Mary said, “don’t you want to do her?” it was a try, a hope.
	Charles whirled around facing his naked child; his face was with fear, desperation, sweat, and continued disbelief.
	“Come on, Pa, lots of boys in town want to get at her, get back at her for the way she’s treated them.” Including most men…
	Charles was startled.
	“We’ve already done some stuff to her--”
	“Some stuff?  What stuff?”
	“Well, Albert has sort of already--” once more Mary tried conveying the unsaid.  Her Pa shook his head with hands running thru his thick dark hair.  “I cant fucking believe this.” He said uncharacteristically.
	“I know, Pa, I’m sorry.”
	“And you were never going to tell me?” he asked already knowing.
	Mary shook her head and began to feel a little embarrassed standing naked in the cellar.

	“What else have you done?” 
	Mary shrugged leaning against a crate, “well,” her eyes bowed down to the dirt, “I’ve sat on her face.”
	“You SAT on her face?”
	Mary nodded, almost smiled, “and did something.”
	Charles didn’t ask—he didn’t want to know.
	“Pa,” Mary said trying to convince him, “she’s a mean, nasty person and we just wanted to take her down.”
	“You sat on her face?” Charles asked.  
	Mary detected a tone change in his voice and actions.  With a smile and a bit of bashfulness, “Wanna see?”
	Charles gave no indication one way or another but followed his naked daughter to where Nellie was.
	“We have to keep quiet,” Mary whispered before entering, “so she wont recognize us.” Furthering Charles’ disbelief that the kidnapping of Nellie Olson had been thought out.

	Rogue Indians had been spotted just north of Mankato.  A wagon train going to Oregon had been hit just days earlier; one wagon with family had made it out of the attack and were still pressing on—but was found burned and the family slain.  The two young boys had been butchered, scalped; their Pa had been shot multiple times with flaming arrows; the teenage daughter had been stripped of her clothes and raped before her Ma who had been tied to one of the wheels of their wagon.
	Neither survived.
	When the news of the rogue Indians came to Harriet Olson, she fainted dead away.  Nells was out of his mind with grief and out with a small posse.  Most of the God-fearing menfolk of Walnut Grove had taken up arms to defend their town and gone out in widening their search for the missing Nellie.
	Laura and Albert were hard pressed to keep from racing home.  Their Ma, though, kept them at close hands scarcely allowing them even to venture to the privy!
	At length Laura and Albert did steal away finding young Willie.
	“Don’t worry too much about Nellie,” Laura offered, “she’s probably hiding out or something—you know, to get her way into the play?”
	Willie nodded, sounded reasonable.  But he was still worried.

	Laura looked to Albert, Albert didn’t have any soothing words for their friend.  Kneeling down and licking his lips thoughtfully, though; he said, “Well, she’s awfully mean to you.” He wanted to say more but fumbled his words and they didn’t make it out his mouth.
	“I know.” Willie said with a shrug and a sigh, “but she’s still my sister.” So he was supposed to care.
	“Well, just suppose she was just kidnapped, by someone in town or something, you know—to teach her a lesson or something.”
	Willie’s eyes bulged, “Do you know something?” he almost squeaked.
	Laura took a quick backtrack, “No, just supposin’ is all.”
	Albert let out a “whew!  That was close!”
	“Look,” said Laura getting serious and holding Willie’s hand, “I don’t think Nellie is in any danger; I think maybe she deserves what’s happened to her.”
	Willie looked curiously at Laura, “Whattya mean?” he asked.
	“Well, like Albert said, she’s awfully mean to you.” The restatement had to sink in a little but Willie still looked forlorn.
	“She’s always getting you into trouble and you get punished.” Stated Laura.
	“She’s always teasing you--” Albert added in.
	“And making you do stuff you don’t want to do.” Laura amended.
	“If she’s been kidnapped,” Albert said squatting down before the sitting down discomforted Willie, “it’s for her own good.” One thing with Willie Olson, he was easily swayed, easily convinced, highly naïve.  He’d believe anything.
	“I think someone’s just taken her off somewhere, spanking her and stuff like that.”
	Willie gouged the heel of his hand to his crotch.
	“You’d like to spank her, wouldn’t you?”
	Willie had to think about it—taking all of ten seconds, “Yeah!” he answered brightening up some.
	“Spank her bare butt HARD!” Laura added.
	“Yeah!” young Willie said seeing his sister’s bare ass before him.
	Laura and Albert exchanged looks to one another.  Albert was against Laura’s plan—take young Albert to his sister and let him have a go at her.  But Laura was all for it.
	Laura put her hand on Willie’s hand sneaking her fingers down to find he was with a boner.  His thoughts were on his sister’s bare ass.  While Laura manipulated his growing boyhood, Albert manipulated his mind with suggestions about mistreating Nellie’s ass.

*

	Nellie thrashed wildly with eyes bulging as into her sex a more powerful cock there was invading.  The thrusts were deliberate and incredible sending the poor hapless girl into a tizzy.  The blindfold that had been about her eyes had worked itself down but she still couldn’t tell who was thrusting her.
	Charles was “thrusting” her—and how!  Determinately, too!  Though she didn’t deserve the mistreatment—she did deserve the mistreatment.  Quite a quandary, one solved only by submitting to one or the other extreme.  It was Mary who initiated the treatment to her captive; already it had been learned that Mary had squatted onto Nellie’s face—and PEED there.  Albert had fucked her; Laura had stood straddling her to pee on her face.  Not much else had they had time for.  
	“Laura wants to spank her—hard.” Mary said in whispers to her Pa.
	Charles would like to get in on that—he doubted that Nellie’s Pa got the chance to discipline his children whatsoever.  Harriet was to blame, she spoiled the children and especially Nellie.
	After Mary had tantalized her Pa’s by her handiwork he somehow found himself maneuvering into position on kidnapped Nellie Olson.  Albert had tied her legs open to keep her from thrashing about so while he got positioned between her legs.  Charles couldn’t believe what had happened and like his children, couldn’t see an end.
	So, be that as it may, he focused on Nellie’s cunt and went to it.
	There was not sufficient lighting illuminating the dank dark room, just the lantern from beyond the partition on a barrel right close to the one entrance.  Charles took some time gliding his manhood up and down Nellie’s crevice increasing his sexual appetite and submitting to the almighty power of the dark side.
	Nellie’s eyes bulged and she seethed thru the gag in her mouth as the invasion began.  Charles wasted little time on foreplay, a few glides up and down the girl’s pussy, a poke, a grind and then fuck it, he was in.  Nellie had a snug pussy despite her brother and Albert taking their turns humping it.  Charles took his time but felt himself cumming straightaway.
	Nellie was already partially broken but still fumed at the newest assault.  Charles teetered on Right and Wrong; he felt sorry for the bitch but then realized how much of a bitch she was.  She ALWAYS got her way and made it rough for everyone else OR ruined something for everyone else.  Her time had come.

	When Nellie’s rantings became too much, Laura was there to tweak the girl’s nipples HARD as well as twist her ears.  Charles slammed his cock into the fourteen year old’s pussy still balancing between Caring and Not Caring, the Right and Wrong ethic and Morality.  
	The impressive feelings stemming from his cock overpowered the Good, the Right, the Care and especially the Morality issue.  Fuck it!  His cock went into overdrive and began to hump with deliverance and perseverance.  All that mattered was to cum.
	At length and did Nellie settle down to be fucked.  Charles settled into a groove putting off the urge to cum wanting to make the illicit business to last as long as possible.  Naked Mary had her pussy right up against Nellie’s head—she locked eyes with her Pa and while the final moments of the immoral coupling came to be the two kissed and kissed passionately.

	With Albert standing guard, Laura rode Willie.  Behind the livery stable in the hay with the aroma of horses and their poo scenting the air, Laura brought Willie into a new world of sex in all its wondrous depravity.
	Albert stood nonchalantly with his dick out masturbating—occasionally getting a handjob from his sister and even a brief suck.  Mostly, though, he was too busy keeping watch—neither Laura or Willie were naked but they would need fair warning should anyone come too close.

	And speaking of cumming…
	It was the most fantastic sensation ever!  It even topped what he had done to Laura and Mary.  Cumming off into Nellie Olson’s prime pussy was beyond the scope of mere words to describe such action.  It wasn’t love, though; far from that.  His cock thrusted deeply into the girl, swelling more than ever and acting basically on its own.  
	He humped and humped, pulled out to grind against the girl’s cunt, then slam back into her.  Nellie thrashed about managing to yell out thru her gag “You fucking fucker!”  She seethed and ranted lambasting whoever was raping her, “My parents will bury you you fucking fucker!” she ranted.
	Mary giggled and had to keep mindful to keep quiet lest the hapless Nellie should recognize her.  And when Charles sat up stretching, arching his back as yet even more terrific feelings all sexual sensed his cock, Mary positioned herself onto Nellie’s face and released the rest of her pee.
	She farted, too.
	Charles was beside him.  His bone was more than delighted and then the rest of his body and soul.  Nellie thrashed and Charles slapped her thigh forcefully slamming his bone into her while Mary tweaked the girl’s nipples.

	On and on it went until finally Charles was given out and spent with great amounts of seminal fluid flushing Nellie’s cunt.  When his cum squirter popped out, Mary went down on it, sucking it and getting the very last drop of his liquid love.
	Charles ran his hands over his daughter’s naked backside—her mouth work on his cock felt good but was hard pressed to get hard again.  He did, though, want to sink himself into her sex again (and again—and again—and again!)
	Mary sat up smacking her lips, grinning and blushing.
	Charles’ mind was in total uproar, he didn’t know what to do—the situation was bizarre to say the least and had him off his guard.  Some unknown power pulled him to go up the struggling girl’s body and plop his cock between her smallish teenage breasts.  Mary still tweaked the nipples and Charles found new life—the mistreatment of Nellie O.
	While Mary held Nellie’s head, Charles fed her his soiled cummy cock.  Nellie freaked even more and tried not to accept the foulish prong but had no choice—when she refused she had her nipples tweaked and/or was smacked HARD on the thighs.
	This only led to Charles undoing the girl’s legs and resecuring them back over her head.  Mary held them securely while her Pa lashed out at Nellie’s ass—over and over again turning the girl’s butt region blaring red that Mary could see even in the dim light.
	When Nellie’s ass was searing, Charles fucked it.  Fingering out the girl’s asshole, jamming the handle of a nearby tool into the hole to ream it out, Charles worked the unfortunate girl until such a time as his cock was ready to replace the object.
	Nellie blew hot air into Mary’s cunt and had managed to get the girl’s legs behind her shoulders locking them and thusly securing the girl securely.  Charles seemed to no longer battle with the morality issue and rammed his manhood into the girl’s ass and did so with a strong deliberance. 
	The act of sodomy wasn’t lasting and Charles pulled out in mere minutes.  There was a bit of cum and he unleashed it onto Nellie’s cunt; some cum oozed out of her asshole.  Mary astonished her Pa by going down and licking up the cum from Nellie’s pussy and asshole.
	Mary seemed unnaturally turned on, too; Charles noted his first born once more squatting on the very distressed Nellie and making faces.  At first glance and indication—Mary was trying to far.  She wriggled her ass and hole right onto Nellie’s squirming face and right onto her nose!

	“You try any harder,” chortled Charles, “and you’ll do more than break wind!”
	Mary turned very bright red, grunted and nodded conveying ‘that’s what I’m trying to do.’
	But what she was trying to do wasn’t happening so she gave up and gouged her hole onto Nellie’s nose.  Nellie thrashed about so and Mary finally let her be as the girl broke down crying.
	
	After retying Nellie’s legs, splaying her knees out, too; resecuring her blindfold and gag, Charles and Mary left the girl.  They had to hurry back to town to fetch their family—not before, of course, washing up and having a little more personal Father/Daughter time…

	“Somebody’s coming!”
	Of course—just as Willie Olson was “getting off.”
	Albert ran block, going out to divert the intruder.  Willie got a grip on Laura’s ass and she rode his cock like it had never been rode before.  The young boy had never had quite the orgasm, either.  He was mindless and easily susceptible to inquiry.
	“If you could get away with spanking Nellie—as hard and as long as you wanted (pause for dramatic effect) would you?”
	Willie actually had to think about it then shrugged, “I guess so.”
	“Wouldn’t you like to spank her—hard!”
	Willie nodded that he would.
	Albert returned panting out of breath, “you’d better come.” he said.
	“I did.” Laura said smiling.

	Four Rogue Indians had been caught and brought to Mankato, two others had been killed and one injured by a large posse.  There was no sign of the missing Nellie and the Indians claimed they had not taken care, they did not take prisoners as they were dead weight.
	A mob was growing and the fate of the Rogues was dim.
	Albert felt bad for them, they weren’t responsible for the missing Nellie.
	“Yeah, but,” Laura complained, “they’re responsible for everything else; that wagon train and a bunch of other stuff they’ve never been caught for.”
	It didn’t help much but Albert shrugged.
	The kids bounded off to find their Ma who was already peeved looking for them.

	“I don’t know what’s keeping your Pa.” Caroline said disgustedly.
	“I’ll go see.” said Albert brightening up.  
	“You stay here!” his Ma bitched.  But it was getting late.
	Just then and there was Pa and Mary with the buggy.
	“About time.” Caroline continued to be annoyed.
	The family returned to their home; Caroline wasn’t in the mood to fix a lunch—which by then was supper time.  Mary quietly made the evening meal while made their way to the barn…

	The ticking of the clock annoyed him—he could hear it from clear down in the front room!  He lay awake tossing this way and then that—his cock ached and ached severely.  The Wife had been a little frisky and to appease her he had played along giving her what she wanted.  The lovemaking, however, did little for him.
	The clock on the nightstand blinked out the time of 2:30AM.
	2:30AM  Glenn sighed, this wasn’t going to work—sleep.  Getting up slowly after tossing the blankets and almost getting up quickly, he left the bedroom and stole his way to the kitchen.  Leftovers might help.
	What a day.  Missed appointments, canceled appointments, forgotten appointments—all for the sake of getting nookie.  Mary’s nookie.  Not once, not twice—three times.  But who’s counting!?  On the desk, on his chair, in the shower—fuck-fuck-fuckity fuck-fuck.  It felt too good to be denied.
	She was a vixen.  Pure and simple.  His cock ached (but it was a good ache.)  He had committed more sins than he could count.  Sex with his daughter was the biggie; sodomizing his daughter—that was another biggie.  Getting off in her mouth; humping her breasts; spanking her for more than disciplinarian reasons; PEEING on her (in the shower); fingering her pussy and then lastly deeply and very-very passionately kissing her.  Passionately.
	Munching on leftover roast beef and slugging down some milk he was joined by Rachel.  The young girl was sleepy, yawning, tooting, and clad in her panties only.  Glenn shook his head, ‘no, not again!’