August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Thirty Eight
And so the adventure continues

A cumulation
	That was some pussy.  Plain and simple.  His cock had been in “some” pussy before, even girls of age!  But the snatch box of Lyanna Assjustright was amazing!  For one thing—it was hungry.  With no husband in the picture the woman craved dick.  Unfortunately, the only “dick” to be had in her house were of her three sons—the oldest was seventeen and the youngest still in grade school.
	‘Do you—have you--”  hmmm; for some reason, August couldn’t think clearly.  He wanted to know if there was hanky-panky going on in the Assjustright’s home.  He had to know if she was still a naughty girl he knew from high school; but of course, that was with him.  Did she have an interest in boys—teenage boys?  She wasn’t divorced, hubby was “just out of the picture” she said.  But her hungry cunt had driven her to his bed.
	What he really wanted to know—was she like him?
	Let’s find out!

*

	Lust.  Pure and simple lust.  It was a desire for, a yearning, a hankering to be naked (and naughty) with someone you weren’t supposed to be naked (and naughty) with.  It was more than the “human condition”; it was a thirst, an unquenchable thirst.  The advent of the EMAD only propelled people like August into subjecting themselves to levels of preposterous deeds—like out and out kidnapping for sexual pleasure.
	The EMAD was a curse.  Without it and kidnapping for sexual pleasure would be much more difficult.  With the mind altering device and his life would be much more lame—empty, lifeless.  The Tobile girls filled him—it was more than sex (although that was the great part) but he had an “instant” family.  He truly had father-daughter feelings for the youngest Tobile child, Carly.  Her sisters Alyssa and Brandy were right there (for the pleasing) too.  Carly, though the youngest was “in charge” of her older siblings.  All, even Carly, had been effected by the EMAD and thusly re-wired so as not to be a security risk and take on the part of “family.”

	Jolene Gnatnoop took his fancy, too.
	A bit of a talk there was to Carly—making a point to the girl that she was NOT being replaced and had not reason to be jealous.
	“She’s just an added sibling, that’s all,” he told her confidentially, “YOU’RE still in charge!”
	That was a plus.  The Tobile girls had been re-wired (to a point.)  They had been wired as much as they were going to be.  They were compliant, docile, accepting.  Carly was more “herself” but her memories of her “previous” life had been deleted.  
	Jolene.  Rewiring Jolene had went well; she was a little confused and took a little longer for her to be herself.  August just found himself captivated by the girl—he was charmed and enchanted with Carly.  After she had peed for him outside Atom Might’s stall the girl was helped out of her soiled clothes (at her ankles) and held.  Auggie caressed her, squeezed her, then while her mind was still under the influence of the EMAD whisked her into an adjoining stall placing her on a bale of hay.
	On his knees he eyed the girl’s dainty hairless quim—and did so with some delight.  It was virginal.  It was perfectly shaped and glistened with a bit of her pee.  Jolene’s poon was something to behold—and August beholded it!  And after he beholded it with his eyes he applied tongue.
	The distaste of pee on the girl’s bald pussy was not distasteful to Auggie; he lapped his tongue all over the girl’s smooth snatch, digging his nose into her crevice while his hands expertly roamed all over delicious young body.
	Soon and his tongue was replaced by his cock.
	Jolene still required a rewire but she was borderlined as she was knowing something was happening to her but not clear on what.  She stared up to the rafters, made faces, and reeled in the activity that was sexual.  August took it all in and though it was the perfect time to assault her mind he didn’t and pursued that of which MAN always pursued.  It wasn’t money, it wasn’t fame, it wasn’t recognition for some heroism, it wasn’t good deed, fortitude or any of that bullshit—it was sex.  The pursuit of “gettin’ some”, the event of being in the groove.
	August, though, was an equal opportunist—boy hole, girl hole—it didn’t matter.  He preferred girl hole but “a hole was a hole was a hole.”  Just a matter of opportunity was all.
	Jolene’s “hole” was a tight/snug fit.  She made even more faces as her new “Daddy” began entering her.  Determination was the thing—the only thing.  She twisted oddly beneath him and cried out as her cherry was broken.  Auggie settled into a gentle rhythm and made another notch…

	“You’re girlfriend’s up.” Carly said as he escorted the new sister into the house.
	“She’s not my girlfriend.” August said dryly, “just a friend.”
	Carly nodded, ‘yeah, sure.’
	August responded conveying “Bite me.”
	Carly pursed her lips and held her tongue.
	In the den where the bar was Lyanna had poured herself a drink.  She was heard to let out a long sigh.  It was semi dark in the den, August would prefer it to have been a bit bigger—but he had gone with the underground dungeon rather than topside space.  Cant have everything.
	A lot cooler in the den; the drapes were drawn, the rug brand-brand new—still had manufacture tagging!  The bar set was new, the glass backing behind the bar, the glass shelving, the bar stool—all new.  And Lyanna was nude.  August liked her like that—her hair had changed some, the style and color.  She kept it short like she had when in high school; said it had gone thru stages when in college—
	“What did you major in?” he had asked of her earlier.
	“English.  History minor, European History.” And an after thought, “I was going to write—be a writer; writing epic sagas of Roman love, Egyptian love, German--”
	“German love?”
	“No,” she smiled, “German conquests, other than the world war stuff.”  She had had aspirations—mostly crushed by a bad marriage and raising children.
	“And just where IS the hubby?”
	Lyanna sighed again—‘probably banging his girlfriend, secretary, best friend’s wife.”  The “girlfriend” was the hubby’s personal secretary AND his best friend’s wife.  Small world.
	“Whatever happened to Roxanne Powers?” Lyanna best friend in high school.
	“She OD few years ago.”
	“Bummer.”
	In the den…
	“Mind if I join you?” he said using a soft voice.
	At first she was startled—having a drink and being nude.  Then she noted that he himself was nude.  She blinked her eyes and tried to gather herself.
	“You said you had three boys?”
	“Yes, Randy, Tray, and Vance.”

	Randy was the oldest at seventeen, then there was Tray at fourteen, and Vance the youngest at twelve.  No girls.  What a shame.  Or was it?  August felt at odds with himself and debated—he thought it over and decided to pry.  Seemed the thing to do.
	There was some resistance to August’s attempts—she wasn’t aware of the attempt it was just she was stressed out and her emotions prevented the EMAD from doing its thing.  It was of note, though, inebriation was a factor.  Auggie smiled and poured his friend another drink.
	And then another.
	Followed by another and then one more.
	By then she was smashed enough to spill the last time her Mother got laid.  August eased her onto the sofa and found one drink had been one too many—she went to sleep.  Still, though, August was able to pry into her mind to begin re-setting it.  At the inebriation state she was highly-highly suggestible.  So August “suggested” things enabling the beginnings of rewiring her mind to be more accepting.  The rest of the rewire work would follow.

*

ménage a trois
	Un)  Oui, je peux venire; vous venire; Je viendrai plus tard
	They were the typical family; brother and sister fussing with one another while a single mother fussed at them to stop their fussing.  The girl wore some short shorts, blue, tight in the butt but with loose-open legs.  She was pretty, about ten, developing chest, sweet face, fuckable.  Her fussing brother was a couple years older, dark hair hanging at an angle across his face completely covering one eye.  He wore a dark tee-shirt with a skull emblazoned on the front; dark jeans, an earring in one ear—the only one that could be seen; he seemed nice looking other than the clothing and hair.
	After being scolded by their Mother, the kids settled down with the girl jetting off to the family calling out “SHOTGUN!” to wit her brother hauled ass to beat her.
	Being the only adult at Moone Manor, August had to make grocery runs himself.  Groceries, cleaning supplies, school supplies, household items of this and that were a constant battle to keep up on.  He wondered casually as he watched the family (Target) if he could somehow convince Lyanna to make a new life for herself (and her boys.)
	Seemed like the thing to do.

	There were plenty of brothers and sisters tempting August’s desire.  Single girls, single boys; some in groups of three or more.  Cheerleaders, Chinese girls, girls who looked lost, and girls who sat on bus benches in a pissy mood (Jolene) all made for tempting.  The Dacrosby family tempted August—he would have left them alone but he saw the boy “check” his sister as she climbed into the family’s big ass SUV—and then coyly rub himself.
	‘Have you been naughty with your sister?’
	“Yes.”
	Yummy!
	‘Have you been in her pussy?’
	‘No.’
	‘In her ass?’
	Slight hesitation—then a head nod NO as well as a verbal confirmation.  The boy had a nice tan, needed a haircut, but he was nice boy regardless.  The Summer End’s heat was still a bitch factor—but the family SUV of Nora Dacrosby was cool enough to carry on with interrogations.
	‘You’ve put your cock against her ass, haven’t you?” August assumed.  The boy nodded Yes to that.  August smiled and continued.  In the front seat sat the mother, Nora.  In the front passenger seat sat Amanda, she was ten—and cute!
	Brother Scott had a hard-on.
	‘Been in her mouth?’
	Another slight hesitation; ‘sort of.’
	‘Uh , does she “handle” your cock?’
	More hesitation—embarrassment problem this time but it was an affirmed Yes.
	‘Do you WANT to put your cock into your sister’s pussy?’
	More hesitation in thought—he did but didn’t; she was his sister and it wasn’t so much as it was that simple fact but then again it was.  She was his sister—it was the typical brother/sister thing of “Ewewew” she’s my sister, I love her but I don’t want anyone to know.  They had a fairly good relationship but Scott was the oldest and it was just one of those things to pick on the younger sib, get her in trouble, and sometimes try to ignore her.
	Amanda did likewise in reverse.
	And as for sex?  So-so.  They were just at the beginning stages—Scotty was anyways.  Amanda?—not so much.  She was willing but only to a point.  She DID go naked for him, she let him see her peeing in the toilet AND in the backyard at night, AND she did masturbate him

	One time did she kiss the head of his cock, lick his piss hole, and suck on the head and almost all of the shaft before she realized how gross it was.  It never entered Scott’s mind to lick out his sister’s poon.  The girl DID let him rub his erection against her ass and once up the crack.  Never entered his mind about bungholing, either.
	There was an incident, though, of note:  “I don’t want to suck it!”
	The words were from Amanda to her brother in the bathroom.
	The words were overheard by their Mother who flipped the fuck out.
	The family attended Church “now and then” every once in awhile, they were Christians but not devote.  They were a good family without a Daddy, the kids were good—Scott was a “C” average student while sissy was “B” average.
	Upon hearing those immortal words, “I don’t want to suck it!” the bathroom door the kids shared flew open and there was an irate Mom staring at her children—one of whom had his dick out while the other sat nakedly on the toilet.
	It was 7AM on a Saturday and by Monday school day, Scotty James Dacrosby was smarting from the severe ass bare ass beating his Mom had given him.  That was recently, too.
	Sister Amanda had gotten a bare ass beating Scotty had witnessed some time ago; for lying, hiding some cigarettes for a friend, and other No-Nos that just built up to the point where Mom had to discipline her harshly.  Scotty had watched secretly from his closet where there was a small hole; in Amanda’s room her dresser was right up against the hole and one day he just moved the dresser to one side just a little bit.  There was pinkish wall paper that could be moved so as to allow the horny brother to watch his sister prance about her room in her underwear—and naked.  When she got her ass beat bare—he never came so much in his life!
	‘So, let’s recap—if your sister would let you, would you have sex with her?’ just for clarification.
	Scotty’s answer?  Not “Yeah” but “Hell yeah!”
	A lot of bitches at church and school he wanted to put his dick into, too.  ‘Would you care if those girls at church and school were younger than you?’
	“Nope.” Not in the least.  His limit, though, was grade school, no girl from the 3rd grade down.  But girls in the 4rth, ten years old and such—that was a go.
	‘What if the girl was in the 4rth but nine years old?’
	No hesitation—“no.”  It wouldn’t matter.
	‘You’d fuck an eight year old, too—wouldn’t you?’

	Slight hesitation—more hesitation.
	‘If she were naked already—and no one was around?’
	Scotty still hesitated—he was unsure (but his cock was hard and Auggie knew the answer.)  The boy had potential.  So did his sister and even their Mom!  Aug felt another corruption of a family unit coming on strongly.

	From the grocery store parking lot in Stanis to Auggie’s humble abode the Dacrosby family went without a whimper.  The family had been transferred to his own ride and their groceries, too!	 During the transference, Auggie couldn’t help but feel out Amanda—he did a little with her brother as well and then a lot to the kids Mother.  
	At August Manor he drove in thru the side gate access and to the storm cellar—it had been two decades since the last tornado ripped thru the area rearranging the real estate so pert near every household had a storm cellar, fallout cellar, bomb shelter, or dungeon.  In Auggie’s case—it was a dungeon.  There were two parts to the dungeon—one was even divided into two sections; a sort of preliminary section where the stairs from both above from the kitchen and the cellar entrance from outside came to merge.  The households functioning was there tucked under the stairs—water heater, electrical box, etc.  Then there was a paneled partition that beyond had room for a pool table, sofa, big screen tv, mini bar, maybe a hot tub of some sort, what have you.  Currently it had a half bath, a third hand sofa, one bar stool, the remains of an ancient race car track, and shelves and shelves of canned fruits, preserves, jams, and jellies courtesy of the previous owner.
	Then there was dungeon divided in two sections—the preliminary where there was few furnishings, a desk with monitor and other assorted electronic devices, and not much else.  There was a cinder block wall that pushing on the right brick opened a wide door to the inner sanctum.
	Luci and the gang resided within.
	With their minds still stunned the Dacrosby family was ushered into the preliminary room and settled on the sofa—then Auggie drove the truck around to the normal side where his “family” helped bring in the combined groceries.
	Lyanna was doing better—she had a bit of a hangover but that goes without saying (six shots of hooch would put anybody’s lights out—‘specially if that hooch was moonshine!  (courtesy of Jeb Harlen; see chapter 34 for reference.)  But she was ok and needed to get back to her boys.  August was torn—he had business in the cellar to tend to and then there was Lyanna and her boys and the bratty niece to contend with, too.

	‘I need TWO of me!’ he said to himself.  (or a sidekick!)
	In lieu of a second August Moone he settled for holding Lyanna off from returning to her home and her boys.  They were alright—they were with friends for the weekend but she needed to scurry home soon just the same.  He hadn’t had proper time to pry into her mind and see what what—that time was coming.
	But first!
	In the preliminary room; Amanda had peed herself.  August closed the pocket door, locked it, then switched on some better lighting to make the outer room a little less gloomy and dungeon-like.  Standing Amanda up he held her checking her out and noted the strange look on her sweet face—it was one of curiosity.  An inner fight within herself—she was seeing him but didn’t know who he was.  She blinked her pretty eyes and tried desperately to get a hold of herself but the EMAD held her firmly.
	Sort of.  There was a problem with the EMAD—it was yellow lights across the board—the Device had the girl’s mind but not fully 100 percent.  The brain wave patterns wavered but were still captured.  Over use of the EMAD?  Probable.  He made a mental note to swap out the batteries later.
	So long as the EMAD’s lights didn’t go to the Red indicators and begin to flicker then he was alright.  Red flashing indicator lights meant that the EMAD’s ability to hold the brain wave patterns of the Subject(s) was nil—and that just wouldn’t do.
	Nora Dacrosby and Scotty also were “aware” but their minds were still controllable.  And with no back-up EMAD it spelled trouble should the unit fail completely.  The mind-link ability was a no-go so verbal communication would have to do.
	“Take your shirt off, sweetie.” Auggie told the young girl.
	She screwed her face up more—seemed to be in a real battle then was beside herself when her hands followed the commands and off came her blue tee-shirt with a huge blue daisy on the front.  The girl had honey colored hair that the bangs hung down to her blue eyes of magical blue.  A sweet, clean face; a perfect little nose, small mouth, and just a joy to admire.  At ten, the girl had a nice beginning of breast mounds concealed in a dainty pinkish bra.
	“Take off your bra.” August said coolly.
	The girl’s Mother began to protest but she struggled in doing so—some invisible force continued to maintain her steady on unable to stop whoever was controlling her daughter.

	Scotty, too, fought with the unseen forces controlling his mind; he made faces, struggled internally, and fought a good fight to understand what was going on.
	‘Relax.’ August attempt to convey via the mind-link.  The feature wasn’t disabled it was just not as strong in suggesting as it usually was.
	‘Calm yourself.’
	The boy looked panicky but licked his lips and began to be more calmer.  August debated his next move—he had to check on the kids on the other side of the wall, Lyanna, spend quality time with Carly, and consider getting a vet to check on the well being of his animals.
	 A quick re-wire of Scotty James was in order.  It was time consuming and August was getting hungry.  The EMAD was warm and he himself was, too.  A nice cool bath and then a nice cool nap would be just the thing.
	But first!
	“Take your shorts down.” he would have liked to see her when she peed but there was time for that again.  The girl hesitated but hooked her short blue shorts and down they went.  Young Scotty licked his lips hungrily as he stared at his stripping sister.
	‘Have you seen your Mom naked?’ August just had to ask.
	The boy gulped and nodded that he had.
	‘And did she KNOW you were seeing her—naked?’
	Scotty blinked his eyes and became somewhat nervous, then nodded indicating that she had not.
	Kewl!	
	Then, on a wild thought, ‘Did you see your Mom masturbating?’
	Scotty nodded that he had.
	August was pleased—pleased more when Scotty further admitted to masturbating in the hall while he saw his Mom fingering herself on her bed.
	‘Do you want to fuck your Mom?’
	More gulping, sweating, hesitating, trying not to answer but ultimately revealing the fact that Yeah, he’d very much like to do the horizontal bop with his Mom.
	August smiled—he could make that happen.
	But first!
	“Take your panties down.”

	The girl hesitated momentarily then slid her pissed in undies to her ankles.  Scotty sitting at the end of the sofa massaged himself and looked on with some curiosity.  Nora, however, was having a conniption fit.  It couldn’t be helped—the EMAD was stretched as it was—any further tinkering at the whole thing could fail.  And we couldn’t have that now could we?
	Positioning himself behind the girl, August directed young horndog Scotty to “get naked.” and “don’t waste time about it, either.”  There was some hesitation but the boy stripped off of his shirt then shucked his pants and tidy-whiteys.  His cock was half erect and hung to the right.  Not a bad body; smooth, hairless, typical teenage body and August had wood.
	That “wood” was up against Amanda’s ass; fingers of the Moone were tasting the girl’s hairless cunt.  
	“Come here.”
	Scotty almost hesitated but moved to stand nakedly before his naked sister.  With a little cooing instruction from the naughty man behind her, Amanda took her brother’s semi hard dick and began sucking it.  She kissed it firstly, masturbated it, fondled his balls, then engulfed the head,
	“roll your tongue about the head.”
	“lick the piss slit.”
	“try to “suck” it.”
	“start going down the shaft.”
	Amanda complied; her brother went ballistic and their Mother had a fit.  And it looked like Scotty enjoyed it, too.  He still had to be controlled, August wasn’t about to let his guard down and trust him.  His own cock rubbed all over the girl’s ass and as she engulfed all of her brother’s tool he himself began making an earnest attempt at anal entry to Amanda.
	Nora Dacrosby was wide eyed as she looked onto to her children misbehaving before her eyes.  Of course she did know that they were provoked and not essentially operating on their own—but still, it seemed like Amanda knew what and how she was giving the blowjob…
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Nora blinked her eyes, shook her head, and in no way no how was she going to willingly participate in the sick man’s perversion.  No way—no how.
	Yes way—yes how.
	Like her children before her—Nora was aghast as she saw herself removing her clothing against her will.  She was no longer in control of herself and merely an “observer.”

	Nora fought all the way—August expected nothing less.  His cock was unable to invade Amanda’s cornhole—but time would tell.  Scotty had once more managed to gross his sister out—by cumming off in her mouth.  Usually he gassed her, belched a big one, snorted spaghetti up his nose, opened his mouth while eating, swallowing goldfish on a dare—something in the gross category.  But shooting spunk into her mouth from his own dick—wow—that was a topper in the gross factor.
	Then it was Amanda’s turn—
	Up on the sofa she went with brother Scotty applying his tongue to her bald beaver.  Auggie positioned himself behind the boy fondling and masturbating him while his Mom looked on in some disbelief and a lot of horror.
	Nora stood nakedly gawking, disbelieving, stunned beyond comprehension beside them all until Auggie had her re-sit on the sofa.  Then she sat nakedly gawking, disbelieving, and stunned beyond comprehension watching her son eat out his sister’s pussy—all the while a man was naked poised behind her son!
	Scotty licked and licked and licked—it was his first time tonguing snatch.  His sister twisted and arched her back, clutched the cushions, and bucked into her brother’s face—it was her first time being eaten out.  Auggie poked the boy’s virgin pooper, fondled the boy’s balls and cock—it was first time being molested.
	After a few minutes (five?) the boy was prompted to,
	‘Fuck her.’
	It was explicit and direct—and the boy knew what it meant, too.
	Nora, although not restrained physically, fussed as if she were.  The EMAD worried August as it was warmer than it had been before AND some of the indicator lights sometimes flickered red.  That was bad.  The brain wave capture signal also wavered indicating an electronic struggle to maintain its lock.
	Regardless, Scotty eased his throbbing young teen prick into his sister’s soft bald virgin poon and got busy with the “fuck her.”  August remained tightly behind the boy nearly-very nearly penetrating the boy’s virgin chute.  Nora was just about out of her mind—which was the reasoning why Auggie’s EMAD was having difficulties maintaining its lock on her.  High emotions often thwarted an electronic minding device.  It was just the way it was.

	Scotty had difficulties of his own (making entry), there was determination but the boy had never fucked before and his pud just wasn’t schooled enough to be perfect.  He humped his sister’s slit, grinded hard against it and eventually got his cock into the girl and busted her cherry.  From then on natural instinct took over and the brother/sister relationship was soiled.

	“All the way in.”
	Easier said than done.  Scotty’s hard cock poked at his sister’s poop chute but penetration was a little less than prime.  Already he had cum off in her mouth and then her pussy.  Amazingly his cock remained steadfastly hard—but not hard enough to break bricks.  After shooting his load into her sweet cunt he rested; during the rest he was “talked into” sucking on his sister’s breasts, thinking of all the girls he knew he would like to sink his bone into, and humping his cum squirter against his sister cum soaked cunt.
	That helped keep his johnson hard.
	Meanwhile, Mommy Dacrosby sat into the corner of the sofa, legs opened wide, fingering her pussy while watching her son do his thing.  Her emotions were wrecked—she was pissed, angered, frightened, horrified, confused and so on.  Then, with her young son unable to make penetration to his sister’s shitter—she was disgusted and aghast when the boy came up to her waggling his cock before her.
	“Suck it.” she was told.
	Nora tried to refuse; she tried to summon up words to lash out at the man, but she just wasn’t able to fight back the mysterious prowess of the minding device.  She felt overwhelmingly compelled to perform orally on her son. 
  	With Nora still in the corner of the sofa, legs still open, fingers still fingering, son Scotty came up to straddle her with his mostly hard cock going into her mouth.  The one free hand of Nora came to caress Scotty’s ass one time around his waist then from up between his legs.  Nora sucked and sucked and sucked and got a mouthful of spunk minutes later.

*

badaboom
	“Boys!  Line up!”
	One by one by one—by one by one the boys went shoulder to shoulder.  It had been only a few hours since they had last had engaged in sexual activity—and it looked like they were due for more.

	One by one by one—by one by one and so on—Tommy, Derry, Steven, Nick, and Shaun licked had out on Luci, Suzanne, Arnella, Sara, Angela, and Julia.  It was quite an event with more to cum.  Each boy put his tongue to each girl.  There was little hesistation—no one wanted punished for not doing what they were supposed to do.  Applying tongue to little Julia was a bit of a bother—it was a bother to tongue any of the girls but little Julia was the most.
	One by one the boys tongued and tongued the girls.  Tommy had misgivings about the deed—it was odd to him.  He had heard of such things done but had no clear idea.  “Eat out a girl’s pussy.”  It was a concept elusive to him until right in his face.  Tommy didn’t know if he was doing it right or not but he licked all over Luci’s cunt somewhat appalled and somewhat intrigued.
	“That’s five!” shouted Angela who had possession of the stop watch.
	Tommy sighed and paused a bit before putting his tongue already worn out to Susanne’s cunt.  Derry went down on Luci and the remaining boys stood watching, waiting.  
	When all the boys had licked all the poons—
	Luci still on her back pulled her legs back and locked eyes with Tommy.  Tommy blinked his eyes excessively staring—at first he didn’t get it.  ‘I’ve already licked her.’ he thought.  Then, Luci was sneaking a finger—sneaking a finger—sneaking a finger to her butt hole.
	“Oh shit!” Tommy gasped.
	Luci nodded.
	Tommy nodded.  He didn’t like it but liked being spanked less.  With a sigh he put his tongue to Luci’s dirt chute and licked-licked-licked (for five minutes.)
	The girls were the same—but different.  Tommy was already about to explode as it was—having his cock sucked, being naked, the girls naked, it was too much and he was unable to control his cock whatsoever.  He never-ever of course thought he would be naked with naked girls in the first place.  A blowjob was something else—but he did prefer being sucked by a girl rather than a guy and he definitely was not into sucking cock (let alone rimjobbing OR being rimmed!)
	Each girl was different—but the same.  When spreading his tongue to the girls he closed his eyes.  He knew the girls (intimately) and having to submit immorally was something that was just mindboggling to say the least.  He knew the girls (before) and really knew them now.  It was embarrassment—that was it, embarrassed to be so immoral with them.  But of course, it wasn’t willingly.

	“That’s five!” Angela said for Tommy.  He had emptied his mind of all thoughts and just “did it.”  Licking bunghole was just something he couldn’t fathom.  Sucking a dude’s dick—that was the most (and licking out his asshole, too) but laying tongue to the likes of Luci, Sara, Julia—wow.  Score ten-plus on the WOW and Weird Shit O’meter.
	It wasn’t as nasty as he thought it would be but still—it was a dirt chute and that just wasn’t cool.  Luckily, for him, she hadn’t had a BM in a while.  Suzanne was next; she wiggled, wriggled, giggled, and peed.  Arnella had a difficult time as it was just so creepy.  But she relented after Luci got onto her—reminding her about the horrible man’s decree AND the potential punishment if non compliant.
	Angela didn’t want that—she didn’t want punished and didn’t want to be responsible for anyone else being punished because of her.  She lay on her back, legs back, hands behind her knees, asshole in wait.
	Tommy licked her hole—licked her hole—licked her hole until,
	“That’s five!”
	His tongue needed a break and his cock needed to cum.  He held off cumming and went to Arnella, then Sara before he had to take a break before tonguing out Angela and then Julia.  He didn’t think of himself much of a perv until putting his tongue to Julia.  She was just too young.  He didn’t mind licking out the other girls, even Arnella and Sara who were ten years old.  Julia at seven was too much—but he licked her out and that was that.
	“We’re not done yet.” Luci said after the last boy (Shaun) had licked out the last girl, Julia.  
	Tommy nodded, he didn’t need to be told—he knew.  Luci stared at his throbbing hard cock.  She knew she was going to be raped by the horrible-horrible man but hopefully by then after the boys—ALL the boys had fucked her, her pussy would be more in tune to accepting the man’s big dick.  Of course, that didn’t curb the fact that she and the others were being raped to begin with.

	“Take it easy!” scolded Luci to Tommy as he rammed his rod into her.
	“Sorry,” he said apologetically, “it’s my first time.”
	Luci hugged him, gritted her teeth, grimaced, and endured being rammed.  There were mixed feelings about the ordeal—being licked was one thing—getting dicked was something else!  Tommy was ok, just too fast and moving about too much.  Luci wasn’t experienced sexually but concluded that the way Tommy was doing her wasn’t quite the right way.

	“I think I’m gonna cum!” Tommy announced.
	“Ok.” Luci replied.  She didn’t think he had a choice and she remembered that the horrible-horrible man wanted to see cum dripping out her pussy, mouth, and asshole.  Tommy went rigid, she felt his prong stabbing her and though there were some moderate feelings all good tingling her pussy and yea her entire body the simple act of being forced into sex disgusted her.
	After Tommy had cum—she sighed and realized the possibility of becoming pregnant.  Her pussy tingled and tingled and tingled, though; it had been more than five minutes but that was ok—she hoped.  She wasn’t going to stop him and he couldn’t stop himself—not once the orgasm feelings got going.  	
	“Get off me!” she bitched pushing the twelve year old off.
	Tommy’s strength was virtually drained—when pulling out of Luci’s cunt there was another blast of spunk coating the girl’s quim.  The act of blast totally zapped the young boy and he lay off of Luci on the floor on his back reeling in all sorts of feelings known and unknown.
	Luci was a little blitzed herself—her first real good fuck.  Forced, but it was a good fuck just the same.  Her cunny continued to tingle and young Derry stood awkwardly wondering if he should take his turn so soon or what.  Luci wondered if the boy would mind humping her where another’s dude’s cum was already strewn all over her cunt?
	But sperm was already dripping from Derry pud so she guessed it didn’t matter.
	A silly grin was etched on the black boy’s face—he wasn’t as embarrassed as Tommy had been.  Tommy still laid on his back heaving, his cock languished on his heaving body still oozing some spunk.  He had five more girls to do—then do again from behind!
	Luci couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be poked in the butt.  She gulped, sweated, felt ill, and worried about the other girls—Sara, Arnella, and especially little Julia.  How where the boys going to do them?
	Despite his mamba dripping cum, hard, and ready to explode—Derry Derrick, eleven, didn’t cum.  He went the full five minutes humping Luci’s cunt—he strained, grunted, made other audible noises but wore himself out trying to cum and didn’t.  Luci finally pushed him off and he lay on the floor heaving on his back like Tommy had done.  His mind was basically wiped.  Tommy had gone on to pump Suzanne in the meantime.
	Steven took his turn with Luci, followed by Nick, and then Shaun.

	With Suzanne, Arnella, and Sara, Tommy’s pud had managed to surprisingly remain stiff enough to do the assigned task that was humping and pumping.  He came off in Arnella’s cunt and barely managed to make the five minute mark with Sara.  He had no more to give but there was Angela and then Julia to go.
	“I need to shower.” He said—to wipe off the stench of sex and the horror of submission.  He hoped that the horrible man would return and interrupt the proceedings—he dint much care for the idea of sticking his pud into Julia.
	No suck luck, though; after the shower he sat on the toilet a minute; Derry had done Luci, Suzanne, Arnella, and Sara.  He was worn out, too, and took a shower to cool off and get revitalized.  There would be no interruption.  As much as Luci had locked eyes with him he did so with her.  He shook his head and came to squat beside her.
	“I cant do it.” He told her, “I cant do her (Julia), she’s too young.”
	Luci sighed, “I know.”  The boy was embarrassed to beat all.
	And speaking of beating—
	“He’ll beat us.” Luci said.
	Tommy sighed.  “Yeah, I know.” It was on his mind, he wondered how bad it could be; how much could he tolerate or take?
	“He might not do you,” Luci said, “he’ll take it out on one of us (girls) or all of us?”
	“Goddamn it.” He said cursing uncharacteristically.
	Tommy’s dick, though, was pretty well shagged out and not strong enough to do much of anything.  He needed stimulation—and rest.  Luci then had a thought—
	“Why don’t we have like Shaun do her first?”
	“Whattya mean?”
	“Well, to break her in,” Luci surmised, “and then like may Steven, and Nick--”
	“Smaller before larger.” Tommy concluded.
	Luci smiled—he liked her smile.  She was a pretty girl, Mexican-American.  She had heavy bangs, styled, calm pretty features, nice tits and a tight cunt.  She had sucked his cock!  He had licked out her pussy AND asshole!  He had fucked her!
	Sara, Arnella, Suzanne—all had sucked him, spread their legs and cheeks.  Everyone was naked.  The thoughts went wildly in Tommy’s mind and gave cause to get his limped out dick hard.  Not hard enough to hunt with but it was close—and close counts.

	One by one the boys all did their thing with the girls; Derry blew a wad into Angela’s cunt and was spent from there on.  Steven didn’t cum but maintained a steady erection with a bit of precum soiling his piss slit.  Nick shot his wad into Luci, Suzanne, and Sara.  He was almost to cum in Arnella but wore out before he could and was too exhausted to carry on.
	The last remaining girl was Julia.
	The boys showered and waited for as long as they could—partly hoping the horrible man would return and then hoping they had enough time to wait before getting into Julia and getting it over with.  An hour—two hours—three hours after finishing up with all the girls except Julia, Shaun was put the task of doing the little girl who had been talked to quietly by Luci.
	“She’s scared,” Luci told Tommy, “but she’s ok.”
	As proposed, Shaun Shawn went first.  He glided his pee-pud against Julia’s smooth well licked cunt with everyone watching, surrounding them, schooling Shaun on what and how to do what he had to do.  He was embarrassed and his little dick though hard clumsily went all over Julia’s poon except into it.
	Finally, it was Julia who exasperatedly reached down between their bods and griped the boy’s pudling and guided it into her sex.  It wasn’t as bad as thought—a bit of a traumatic awe as her hymen was broken but Shaun’s schlong was small enough not to incur damage or pain.
	Derry continued to have a grin on his face, Tommy tried to hide his but Luci saw him smiling as he sat back cocking his head watching from behind the action taking place.  Everyone had the pair surrounded; Luci moved slowly to be up by Tommy and view what he was viewing.  His cock was throbbing hard and he was oblivious to all else.
	Steven took his turn—after Luci took Julia to the bathroom and rinsed her off and cooled off her broken cunt.  More talking and then she returned with Julia who laid herself out for Steven—followed by Nick, Derry, then Tommy.

	“Boys!  Line up!”
	One by one by one—by one by one the boys went shoulder to shoulder.  It had been only a few hours since they had last had engaged in sexual activity—and it looked like they were due for more.
	With the naked man was a naked girl—of course!  She was about ten yrs or so, blondish, lily white, and evidence of tears on her face.  The man standing beside her had cum dripping from his cock…

	“Boys, I would like you to do this one, too.”  then, 
	“Then you can do this one.” and he stepped to one side allowing a woman to come in.  She seemed a little bewildered (no, correction—a LOT bewildered.)  She was naked, pussy bald, titties of good size, about the same age as the horrible naked man.
	It had been only a couple of hours or so since Tommy had put his schlong into Julia.  He came off in the girl, too.  When the orgasm began there was no stopping.  He sort of wanted to but as the good feeling seethed throughout his young body—he didn’t want to stop.
	“Go shower up first.”
	The boys filed into the shower, together, and basically just rinsed off while the bewildered woman cocked her head and stared watching them.  The girls sat as they were curious—was this new or what?  The horrible clicked his fingers and in waltzed three boys—also naked!  The oldest was a teenager, approximately seventeen or so.  Then a boy about fourteen with the youngest about twelve.  Only the youngest had dark wavy hair, the other two had reddish brown hair—like their Mother!
	Luci was beside herself, “What the fuck?”
	The man left the room—returning momentarily with ANOTHER woman, another teen, and another young girl.  All naked.  They were parked against a wall—they seemed dazed as much as the first woman seemed bewildered.  No one spoke, no one moved—not on their own.
	The boys in the shower finished up to come out and be bewildered themselves.  “Whoa!” said Tommy.  The naked man held the first new girl at the shoulders, swatted her on the butt then moved them to the sofa.  The girl seemed “aware” of her surroundings—her situation.  She looked panicked.  
	On the sofa she was lain across the man’s lap and swatted some more.  Already her butt was puce; the man swatted her and the girl twisted crying out and trying to protect herself.  But the man held her firmly and continued to wail on her until she began to seriously cry and beg ‘please stop!  I’ll be good, I’ll be good!’
	The man stopped, caressed the girl’s ass then placed her on her knees telling the stunned/bewildered boys “Line up.”
	Tommy, Derry, Steven, Nick, and Shaun lined up.  The girl, Darla, niece of the man’s high school friend, Lyanna, began to suck cock.  She still sobbed, rubbed her ass, but partook of the boys one by one down the line; then had to suckle on three of the new boys—who were actually her cousins, plus one more.

	All three of the cousins came off in her mouth.  They seemed to teeter between being “aware” and “not aware.”  They sort of kind of recognized the girl—sort of kind of recognized their Mother—but then again they didn’t.  A high state of confusion reigned supreme in their minds overwhelmed by the simple fact of receiving a blowjob.
	Then,
	“Suck ‘em.”
	Luci closed her eyes then sighed.  ‘Shit.’ she said to herself.
	While Luci and the girls slurped on Lyanna Assjustright’s boys, the horrible-horrible man put the woman’s niece across his lap and spanked her—but not hard.  She watched as her cousins were sucked—she watched as her Aunt stood watching—she watched as her pristine world crumbled into a glorious bout of orgasmic spew.
	And speaking of spew…
	Seventeen year old Randy managed to hold off blowing his spew until in Angela Winott’s mouth.  He had gone five minutes in Luci’s mouth, then another girl (Arnella) and then a pretty girl with bulging eyes (Suzanne) before getting into Angela’s mouth.  He was pretty worked up by then and it was one mouth after another.  The boy sort of knew that the girl was “not of age.”
	Did it matter?
	During Q&A—“No” was the answer.  
	Had he gotten a BJ from a girl underage?
	“Yes” was the answer.
	Randy ‘fessed to having his first sexual encounter at the tender age of ten.  Ten!  A neighborhood girl (of the same age) took his fancy and the two engaged in his family’s garage, her family’s garage, her backyard after midnight, and in his bedroom when no one else was home.
	Never went up a girl’s butt, though.
	A blowjob “now and then”.
	No girls younger than himself—however, he had curiosity and desire to dip his wick into a girl who was.
	Like say his cousin?
	Cousin, girlfriends’ younger sibs, neighborhood girls, whatever.
	If he could get away with it he would screw those “underage girls” who ranged from ten to twelve.  He even had a fancy to be naughty with girls even younger than that!  It wasn’t sure, though, if he would actually fuck those young-young girls—just a lot of rubbing, spanking, fingering, and getting off in their mouth.
	Brother Tray liked girls—but preferred boys!

	Tray had a naughty Uncle and instead of being pissed about being molested by the Unc, got involved and enjoyed it finding a neighborhood friend a year younger who felt the same way.  Doing little boys was not in his psyche.
	Vance just wanted to get laid.  He and Tray fooled around, swapped cock spit, reamed each other in the ass, and mutually pleased one another in all kinds of ways.  All kinds.  But Vance was not the quintessential homo, he wanted to sink his pud into a girl.
	What about Mom?
	Hmmm
	Not really, but Tray did.  Though ideally gay, Tray had a fancy to fuck his Mom.  He didn’t know why but he just wanted to do it.  He saw her naked, knew she masturbated, and though they flirted about now and then in a teasing manner—Tray seriously wanted to put his dick into her.
	August smiled—he aimed to fulfill that boy’s unnatural desire.

*

unnatural desires
	Lyanna had issues, personal and otherwise.  She had had an unhappy childhood satisfied only by personal gratification.  She had worn glasses, braces, and lived way-way-way out from any other girl (or boy for that matter) so making friends hadn’t been easy.  When caught pleasing herself by her Dad she had gotten spanked—bare hand to bare ass.  When caught cheating at school when she was not yet twelve years old she had gotten the belt to her bare ass from her irate Dad.  Both times she had found the bare ass beating got her pussy wet.
	Getting into trouble to get her ass beat to get her pussy off just wouldn’t do—so she found boys to fill that void.  And while she was young, before high school, she found boys in her area who were willing (very) to spank her.  There, too, was some sex involved.  Of course!
	When she began babysitting to make her own money she continued having the boys she watched spank her—followed up by poking their young puds into her hot cunt.  During her high school years and even thru college, she took on babysitting duties to continually fulfill her unnatural desires.
	Even motherhood didn’t stop her—but made her more cautious.  She didn’t mind engaging immorally with other people’s children but her own?  It was a toughie but occasionally she did find ways to get her boys to please her.  Of course, as they got older she stopped.

	Lyanna did manage to get hubby to spank her—he was willing to oblige but it really wasn’t the same as when young boys landed their hands to her ass.  She realized then that only young boys could satisfy her!  She feared a sexual relationship with her boys so with personal satisfaction put at bay she curbed their involvement and settled for fingering herself, using candles, dildos, bananas…
	Tray managed to cum—shooting off into Suzanne’s mouth and then once more after Arnella and Angela—cumming off into little Julia’s mouth.  The boy stood rocking on the balls of his feet, hands on his hips, pumping-pumping-pumping into the little girl’s mouth finally draining his nads of juice and very nearly collapsing.
	Vance was last and came straightaway into Luci’s mouth, then went three girls before shooting again this time into Angela’s mouth.  Like his brothers he was exhausted.  The three boys went to the shower and showered one another up while the girls all watched, including the boys’ Mom.
	“Can you boys go another round?” the horrible-horrible man asked of Tommy and that boy group.  Tommy gulped, sweated, someone farted, this shrugged so-so guessing so.
	It wasn’t to the girls of Luci and that group but to Lyanna (followed by her niece.)  Tommy shrugged but his cock still needed some time to recover—it had been busy.  August was ok with that “And you haven’t done the girls completely yet, have you?” he asked coyly already knowing.
	Tommy was confused.
	“You did them in the mouth, right?” August asked.
	Tommy nodded Yes.
	“And you licked them out, both places?”
	“Right.”
	“And their ass, have you fucked them up the ass?”
	Tommy closed his eyes and shook his head, No.
	“It’s alright,” the horrible man said with a quirky smile, “before you leave here you will.”
	Luci noted what the man said, “before you leave here.” That was hopeful, it meant that they (the boys anyways) were not going to stay where they were.  She had no idea who the others were; two women, more boys, the new little girl—what the fuck was going on!?
	The man left, everyone else stayed.  The three boys who had accompanied the first woman seemed to be fighting with themselves.  She was familiar with that—she herself and the others fought with themselves for their involvement in the sexual deviancy.  It wasn’t right—it just wasn’t right.

	According to the stopwatch in Angela’s care, the horrible-horrible man was gone three hours.  During that time they caught a whiff of hay, hay and horses.  They all kept to themselves—thoughts to themselves.  Some slept; the women, Lyanna and Nora remained awake.  Their minds had been hit by an electronic means confusing and confounding them to no end.
	When the horrible-horrible man returned he brought pizzas!
	Pizzas and sodas for everyone.
	Then he left again and was gone several hours.  That was time enough for the boys to recover.  No one did anything to anyone else—or even themselves.  They used the bathroom and slept—and waited.  When the horrible man returned—with cum dripping from his dick, it was back to the same thing—bang the sheep and bang them hard.
	Starting with Tommy, Lyanna was fucked and fucked until the boy came.  The horrible man caressed Tommy’s ass all the while; Lyanna masturbated the horrible man and sucked his cock all the while, too.  Tommy humped a good hump and at the three minute mark unleashed a torrent of boy spunk.  He grinned and was somewhat ecstatic about the deed; the horrible man blew his wad onto the woman’s face then sat back on his heels beckoning Derry to take his turn.
	Lyanna’s boys stood watching—being aware, cocks hard, total awe.
	Derry didn’t cum but the next boy in line did; Nick.  He was just as shocked as anyone as he wasn’t a great cummer.  Young Steven also came and was more shocked.  Shaun Shawn took his turn—at seven years young he didn’t cum and would come for some years to come yet.  But it was for shock value for Nora Dacrosby and Lyanna’s boys to watch a little boy humping.  And when that little boy had gone five minutes—
	“Your turn.” The horrible naked man said to seventeen year old Randy.  The boy had the want to but being in mixed company was a bit of a bother.  Luci was conscripted into “helping”; she sucked Randy, worked his cock, fondled his balls, then sucked and sucked and Suzanne with Julia laid out for him to see with their legs open fingering themselves.  Randy James got a serious boner and mindlessly put it into his Mom’s twat.
	Once the boy’s dick was in—that natural instinct took over and Lyanna was in for a serious fuck.  The woman thrashed about, eyes wide, mouth undulating unable to control herself she mated back into her teen lover fluttering her pretty eyes of blue, twitching and shuddering until that final moment of pure submission.
	Randy gave it his all thrusting his pud into her quim until he was spent and then some.  Rivers of spunk spilled from out of Lyanna’s recess; both gave out a mighty audible wash being completely satisfied.
	Tray took his turn; he didn’t cum (in her pussy) so after five minutes he was ushered up his Mom’s heaving body to settle on her chest and give her a titty fuck.  He came then, shooting his load onto his Mom’s face.  He was somewhat oblivious to the fact that it WAS his Mom and then somewhat knowing that it was.
	Then, one of the girls was recognized.  
	Tray stared and stared as “she” was across the lap of a man he didn’t know, not his Uncle or anyone in his family—but she was naked, the man was naked—
	Tray had a revelation—a stunning revelation that basically petrified him.  He knew his Mom he was sitting on; he knew he was naked and that was his spunk freshly squirted on her face.  He saw his brothers, he saw other boys and girls—all naked.  What the fuck was going on??
	Vance was next and managed to get an orgasm off in his Mom’s cunt—eyes focused on Darla’s ass as she was spanked.  His eyes drifted to the other girls and his confusion mounted.

	With her young ass bright red, young Shaun Shawn licked the warmed flesh, then the crack.  He stared at the hole he was told to lick out—it was up close and personal and way wow.  But he licked it, noted the “taint” and the closeness, the positioning of the girl’s pussy as she was lain.  Then, after Julia sucked on his weenie a bit the boy put the hardened pud into the girl’s bunghole and pumped.
	The horrible man patted the boy’s butt increasing the pat until it was a spank.  But the spank wasn’t too hard and the youngster went the full five minutes.  Steven took his turn—“In the ass.” he was told by the naked naughty man.  Steven, a handsome fart with a quirky smile, dazzling blue eyes, lots of blond hair, put his tool to the fresh fucked spunk laden hole and humped a good hump going seven minutes before blowing his wad.  The horrible naked man spanked his ass and spanked harder when the boy’s balls began to slap hard, too.
	Derry and Nick took their turns with Derry blasting a nice hot load of spunk that oozed out of the twisting girl’s hole.  She still fussed pretty good but August held her firmly enough not using the EMAD (which was taxed enough as it was.)
	The boys who had fucked Darla’s ass were directed to go shower and rinse off.  The cum hadn’t even dried on the girl’s puckered pooter when more boys came to fuck,

	Nora Dacrosby’s teen son, Scott, stepped up and pumped into Darla’s pooter, then Lyanna’s sons, Vance, Tray (again), and Randy.  Those boys went to shower and Darla was stood up, smacked on the ass, then turned about to sit on the naked man’s lap—his cock invading her asshole.  With her legs straddling the horrible man’s legs Tommy Micheals came up to apply his pre-teen tongue to the girl’s pussy.
	“That’s five!” shouted Angela.  Tommy stopped licking, stood up and inserted his cock to the frightened and pissed off Darla’s cunt and fucked heartily for three minutes then released a nice load of boy spunk.  He then wobbled on weak legs to the girl’s Mother where he went into her mouth for a clean up.
	Lyanna sucked the boy’s cock, his cock, everything; she held her hands to his ass, cupped his balls, and got a little more spunk from his nads while Derry took his turn fucking Darla—this after Luci licked the girl’s cummy cunt clean.
	Derry, too, blasted a load, then made way to Nora and was sucked dry.  Suzanne licked on Darla’s cunt with Steven stepping up to fuck it after her five minute lick out.  Nick was the only boy of the first group unable to shoot another load of sperm.  Regardless, he went to Lyanna who had the ability to suck the chrome off a ’56 Buick.  She managed to coax a little more spunk from the boy’s nuggets and then the boy was worthless for some time.
	Arnella licked Darla’s cunt and was privately glad there was no sperm to taste.  Darla wasn’t fussing so much—her mind was going by this time.  Young Shaun Shawn took his turn with Sara licking out the girl’s quim afterwards.
	Then it was Vance who DID cum.  The boy pumped madly for five minutes plus unleashing a massive gob of spunk—a great deal had shot up into the girl’s sex and it was oh so obvious that he was continuing to spew until told to pull out and “empty it on her pussy.”
	The boy complied and spilled a massive gob whereupon the boy virtually fell away.  But he had to go to Nora to be sucked on while Angela had to lick up the mess (from Darla’s pussy.)
	Tray followed up and didn’t cum—Arnella was glad of that.
	Seventeen year old Randy, however, blasted an incredible load of teen spunk in and out of Darla’s snatch—and on pulling out his cock remained steadfastly HARD.  Sperm continued to jut from his piss slit thoroughly coating the well fucked cunt of Darla Noass.  The boy stumbled over to his Mom who happily took his fuck stick and cleaned it.

	Suzanne hesitated as it was her turn to lick out Darla’s sex and it was completely coated in cum.  She was disgusted and sickened but did the task before anyone could/would be punished.  She retched, gagged, and looked very nearly close to hurling spew of her own.
	The boys were spent.  The girls were grossed out—to the max.  Darla was sickened and sore.  She sat on the man’s lap, his cock in her ass, her mind blitzed.  She no longer fussed, sat with her mouth open—mindless.  Then, without a word, the man left—taking the girl with him.

	“What do we do now?” Tommy asked to no one in particularly but possibly Luci.
	“I don’t know.” AND don’t care.  The girl had no idea when the horror would end—if it would end.  They sat in silence, thoughts to their own, hands to their own, too.  Luci and Tommy of that group occupied space of one wall while Nora and her children, Scott and Amanda, sat up against another wall.  Lyanna sat with her boys at the third wall partly aware of what happened and then mostly confused about what had happened.  She mostly thought it a dream.
	Randy, Tray, and Vance?  Very much aware—just confused on how it had happened and why it hadn’t happened yet.  There was some embarrassment, that couldn’t be helped.  They very muchly knew that they had dipped their schlongs all over the place.
	And there was more dipping to do, too!

*

farmhouse love aint necessarily limited to cloven hooves…
	“You are going to get me in SOOOO much trouble!”
	“Nah, it’ll be cool, babe.”
	Brianna begged differ and shook her head.  They were home, the weekend was over, the adventure was over, school was beginning.  Tough call.  School or near death adventure?  She knew all the states, most of the capitals; most of American History—who was who and most important notable history making happenings; she could spell and recite some poetry in front of a class; so school was not all that grand—she didn’t think she could learn anything new in the fifth grade as opposed to the previous fourth grade.

	Traipsing off to some bizarre adventure—that was cool.  A little frightening but it was way cooler than sitting for hours in a boring class.  But the wrath of her kinda strict Grandma was something she didn’t want to face.  The woman was not one hundred percent strict but she wasn’t all that lenient, either.  She was old fashioned, old school, but “cool” enough to know Brianna was a child—she herself had been a child herself so there was some understanding.  Some.
	Boyd accompanied Brianna then hung outside while she was scolded for traipsing in so late—it was evening type time, the sun was still up but it was kissing the horizon and long walk or not—Brianna Sue Mullens was supposed to be home LONG before that sun kissed the horizon.
	Luckily, though, Brianna only received a scolding.
	Supper was in the ready and Boyd was starving.  
	One—two—three pebbles it took before Brianna came to her window.
	“What’s for supper?” he asked.
	Brianna shook her head, “Aren’t you supposed to be home?”
	He shrugged, “Ok.” and seemed very dejected and began making his way thru the hedge surrounding the two-story farm home.
	“Wait!” Brianna called.  She had to think fast; it was kinda late—too late, to bring Boyd in for supper—she’d get another scolding for sure ‘haven’t you been with that Aryndon boy enough!’ she could hear her Granny bitching.  But,
	Seeing some laundry on the line, Brianna out of her dirty weekend clothes and into fresh clothes grabbed the basket by the door and went out to collect.  Her Grandmother was fixing chicken stew, cornbread in the oven, corn in the pot; Grandpa was in the living room watching a hockey game and cussing.
	“Smells good!” Boyd said with a smile.
	Brianna grabbed clothes and linens, Boyd rubbed his belly and smiled, then,
	“But if you don’t want me that cool, I’ll make out.”
	“Why don’t you go home?” Boyd didn’t talk much about his home life; he always changed the subject leaving Brianna wondering.
	“Yeah,” he said losing his smile and backing up, “I guess you’re right.”
	“You are going to get me in SOOOO much trouble!” the girl wailed.
	Boyd smiled, Who?  Me?” and he smiled taking his girl to him and planting a kiss right on her.  It was hardcore and meantful, she embraced him and in doing so—dropped the laundry basket.
	“Brianna!” called her Grandmother from the screen door, “Bes’ get that laundry in and come to supper!”
	“Stay here.” Brianna said quickly gathering the spilled laundry.  The day was waning; it was hot and sticky and she needed a nice soak in the bath—what a day; just hours earlier and she had been panicking in a thick mud pit with the other panicky Whistle Stop Kids.  
	“There’s more tracks on the other side of this hill.” Angus said, according to a map he had found on a piece of wood that used to be a part of the Whistle Stop train station.  Boyd was all for exploring—but it was not on the minds of the girls.
	Boyd patiently waited out in the hedge—he was hungry, tired, needed a bath, and the weekend adventure filled his mind.  And he had put his pud into his best friend’s girl.  It sort of bothered him—then sort of not.  The bothered part was if Brianna ever found out.  That would suck ‘cause she’d be hurt and pissed.  Mostly pissed.	
 	The scent of fried chicken filled him eroding the image of humping Autumn.  Brianna arrived sneaking a plate of chicken, corn-on-the-cob, cornbread, spinach, *yucks! and a slice of apple pie.  Boyd devoured the apple pie in nearly one gulp.
	“I gotta get back in.” Brianna whispered.  Boyd nodded with a mouthful of food and Brianna slipped back into the house.  At supper the banter was “how was your weekend; where’d you go; what did you and your little friends do?” and so on.  As per customary after supper it was clean up time of which Brianna hoping to be on her Granny’s side helped out.  Grandpa farted and made for the living room—collecting the daily paper then making for the hall bathroom.
	Brianna was about to make for her room when Granny took her by the elbow—“we’ve something to discuss.” she said.
	‘aw, shit—this oughts to be good.’  NOT!
	“Your parents are still “working things out.” Granny began.
	Brianna doubted that—they were still YELLING and throwing things at each other more likely.  She sighed, nodded, and hoped that was it.  It wasn’t.
	“How would you like to stay on a little while longer?”
	Brianna shrugged, ‘what’s the big deal?’
	“Your parents love you, Brianna,”
	“I know, they just going thru a tough time right now.” Brianna interrupted.  She really wanted to take a bath and go to bed.  School was HOURS not DAYS away.
	“Dear, your parents are getting a divorce.”

	Well that sucked.
	That sucked rocks.
	For a long time she sat somewhat stunned.  This changed everything.
	“Soooo, what’s going to happen now?” to me?
	“For now you can stay here.”
	But then what?  A divorce meant one of the two parental units moved out.  Mom?  Dad?  She loved them both.  Dad was corny but she enjoyed going golfing with him, going to the race car events, ballgames, and just “hanging out” with him.  He helped her with Math and they played chess.
	With Mom, it was clothes, boys, music, going to stupid tea parties, going to art museums, book readings, poetry readings, and shopping.  She was cool but not as cool as her Dad was.  He called her “Sport.”  He had accidentally walked in on her when she was naked in her bedroom.  For some time after that he was embarrassed—Brianna took it all in stride.  She was modest to a point but not ashamed of her body and besides—her Daddy had seen her naked plenty of times before she got boobs.
	Granny went on blathering about something, Brianna had no idea and after a time Grandpa returned, grunting, plopping into his chair, finding the evening news to gripe about.  Brianna thought thoughtfully, she loved her parents but wasn’t sure who she wanted to live with.  It was cause of great concern with the girl seriously thinking, DAD.
	Once in her room she felt as if though she were about to lose it.  She gently closed the old door and leaned against it for a few minutes totally lost in thought.  Then she heard a sound from her bathroom.  Slowly ever so slowly she crept to the open door finding Boyd Aryndon in her bathroom.
	“What are you doing here?” she said in a hoarse whisper.
	Boyd smiled, shrugged, “I came to see you, Babe.” he said.
	“And to take a bath,” he said with that amazing quirky smile and dazzling blue eyes, “if you don’t mind.”
	“If I don’t mind!  Are you crazy!  My Granny is downstairs!”
	“And she’s gonna hear you if you keep yellin’!”
	Brianna couldn’t believe his gall.  He was something—really something!  Mystified she stood in stunned awe—then watched as he stripped off his filthy clothes.
	“Don’t you have a home to go to?” she asked quizzingly.
	“No, I don’t, not really.”
	“What?” Brianna said.  She was taken off-guard and didn’t understand.
	“I do, but—well, it’s just better if I’m not there.”

	“I didn’t know that.” Brianna said trying to be apologetic.
	“It’s ok, Babe, don’t sweat it.” He had lost his smile, but his eyes remained “twinkling.”  For a moment he looked sad and Brianna didn’t like that.
	“Ok, a bath—but that’s it!”
	Brianna stripped off her clothes then drew the bath adding lots of bubbles—the soapy kind.  Boyd added his own kind of bubbles…

	The bath felt good—Brianna and Boyd played around a little but tried to keep their antics minimal—it just wouldn’t do to have Granny come barging in on them.  No, it wouldn’t do at all!
	She thought about her beau; she thought about herself.  If she had to live with her Mom—wow, that would surely suck.  Royal rocks, too.  Dad was much more cooler to live with.  And the house—what about the house?  Who would move out—who would stay?  She liked the house, her room, the neighborhood.  She was missing the school she would be going to, some friends and everything but still…
	Suddenly, there was a light tap-tap-tap at the bedroom door and it opened letting in Brianna’s old school Grandmother.
	“Goodness gracious child!” she exclaimed as she came to the bathroom picking up Brianna’s clothes—and Boyd’s!  “Dirty clothes go in the hamper!” she said without batting an eye about the “boy” clothes.  She didn’t pay attention apparently.  Brianna though not so embarrassed about her Dad seeing her naked was sheepish about her Grandmother seeing her.
	“Don’t get the floor wet,” Granny fussed, “and you’ve used too much of that stuff.” the bubbles.
	“Yes, Grandma.” Brianna said.
	“It’s your bedtime, school tomorrow.”
	“Yes, Grandma, I know.”
	The old fussy woman brushed her hands down the front of her dress and said her goodnight.  Brianna stifled a fart until the old lady was gone then let it rip.
	Boyd popped up from under the bubbly water,
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” he coughed and sputtered almost too loudly.
	“That was close!” Brianna warned.  But it was kinda exciting.
	Boyd farted then wiped the soap out of his eyes.  He was smiling again—Brianna was glad of that and smiled back.  With a cock of his head, that amazing smile with those dazzling eyes—Brianna felt warm all over and it must of given a sign to her young stud ‘cause he shuffled on his butt to her and they embraced.  Followed by making love and sloshing water…

Meanwhile, in a farmhouse not far away…
	“What is this crap?”
	“Buttermilk!  Haven’t you ever had buttermilk?”
	“Yeah, and it was gross then, too.”
	“Sorry.” she said apologetically.  “I thought you would like it.”
	Angus wrinkled his nose, farted, then down the glass of fresh-cold buttermilk, shrugged and said “It’s ok.”  Then he scarfed down the plate of meatloaf, cooked carrot pieces, collards, and cream corn.  A hunk of fudge brownie was dessert.
	The hour was late, dark even.  School was hours away.  Autumn didn’t quite know what to expect; Country School.  It would be far different than her previous city school life.  But for the time being it couldn’t be helped.  Thru the long summer she had gotten to know most of the kids she would be schooling with so she guessed it would be ok and tolerable.  Not that she had a choice—with her parents gone it was a permanent placement.  No other relatives were capable of taking her in; too old, too far away, and/or too many children already in the house.
	“Soooo, are you going to go to school tomorrow?” in a few hours.
	“Not bloody likely!”
	“What are you going to do, then?”
	“I dunno.” he said with a shrugged, “Doesn’t matter.”
	“Yes it does,” Autumn bitched, “you need to go and learn stuff.”
	“I’ve learned enough.  Besides,” he said polishing off the plate she had sneaked him, “Johnny Law would haul me right off.”
	Autumn wasn’t sure she understood the vernacular “Johnny Law.”
	“I aint going to know damn orphanage or some lame ass foster family.”
	Autumn understood that—partly.  With Angus’ Pa in jail (for beating Angus) the boy had no place to go and couldn’t live at his house on his own.
	“Sooooo, where you going to live?  I mean, where?”
	“I dunno, I’ll figure it out, don’t worry about it.”
	“But I AM worried about it—about you.” She sounded sincere, which took Angus off-guard.  Someone actually gave a damn about him.
	“I dunno,” Angus said, “I guess I’ll hang out at my place, I don’t think Sherrif Dumbass is lookin’ for me too hard.”
	“He might.” 
	Angus shrugged, he knew the sheriff, Andy Loomas, and didn’t think the man would haul him off to some county orphanage—which was in nearby Stanis.  

	“I know!” perked up Angus.
	“What?”
	“I can just hang out here at your place!”
	Autumn stared blankly at the boy saying “Not bloody likely!”
	Angus sighed, farted, “Well, it was worth a shot.” Then,
	“Maybe I’ll just catch ole Dark Thunder, or one of the other wussy trains and go over the river somewhere.”
	“You’ll never catch Dark Thunder,” Autumn chided, “it’s too fast!”
	“I’ll work something out.”
	They sat in silence for a few minutes; the crickets and other nocturnal insects making their merry music killed the uneasy silence between them.  At length, though,
	“I guess I better get back inside before my Aunt finds me gone.”
	“Are you in trouble?” 
	“Sort of, but not much—a lot of extra chores, “come straight home from school” and not a lot of socializing for awhile.”
	“I guess that means not a lot of hanging out with us.”
	“Right.”
	Angus offered a meek smile; although it was dark—damn dark, Autumn saw it and was brightened by it.  She guessed he was worth the trouble she was in—grounded.
	“I gotta pee.” Autumn said in a broken hoarse whisper.
	“Cool!” said Angus bending down—he was already sitting on his knees so he stooped down to see the “business.”  Autumn stood up, checked the backdoor, then hiked up her thin cotton nightgown.  No panties (she thought ahead.)  With her legs spread she relaxed and the flow of pee began steadily—and then erupted into a torrent (much to Angus’ delight.)
	When done, she sighed and stepped away from the piss lake she had made.  Angus came up to her, embraced and planted a passionate lip lock on her.  Autumn returned the embrace, opening her mouth to receive his tongue.  They began to French and passionately—very passionately “get after it.”
	The two lovers soon came to the ground and wallowed in the in-need-of-a-mowing lawn.  Autumn eventually came to rest on top of her pudgy lover, giggling and reeling in the naughty love that they were experiencing.  Off came her nightgown and she was nude.  
	Angus wasted no time in shucking his clothes and then Autumn, still on his chest, scooted up to plant her sex on his face.  She wiggled, wriggled, giggled, and farted—Angus drove his wicked tongue into her sex and got her to pee some more!

And so it came to pass…
	One by one—
	Starting with her own son, Scotty, Nora Dacrosby was nailed one more time by all the swinging dicks available.  No time limit this go ‘round, “fuck until you cum—or wear out.” Was the command from the naked man.  Nora firstly had to suck the dick, rub the ass, suck the nut sac, then lick the boy’s butthole before he “got busy.”
	The boy went after it going a full minute past the five minute mark—but he wasn’t being timed this time.  His testicles slapped and made the only sound as he pumped his Mom.  Nora lay on her back on the thick carpeting clutching the fibers of the carpet, sometimes clutching her son, reeling and agonizing as she was fucked and fucked good.
	The boy was exhausted thereafter; he languished on his Mom.  They heaved, sweated, and were completely drained.  The boy rolled off with help from his Mom and Lyanna’s eldest son, Randy, took his turn.
	She tried and tried and tried not to cum—but came anyway.  She shuddered all over, twitched, and basically convulsed as her son brought her to the brink of orgasmic delight—then propelled her over into sheer ecstasy.
	“OH!  GOD!  YEEEEEEES!” she exclaimed submitting to the joys of sex.  Her eyes fluttered and rivers of mixed love spilled from her trough.  The woman thrashed a bit, undulated all over, the fell in a heap wriggling on the floor breathing hard—cumming harder.
	Luci lapped up the spilled spunk on the woman’s pussy while Amanda Dacrosby sucked the boy whose spunk was on the woman’s pussy.  Then it was Tray and Vance to take their incestuous turns—neither boy was able to cum—despite fucking their Mum-hole over five minutes and then Suzanne and Angela sucking on their cocks to keep them hard and invigorated; Arnella and Darla laid out on the floor, legs open fingering themselves.  Little Julia went with face down, ass up, legs open wide presenting herself—but the boys were spent and unable to cum.
	That was alright, Derry put his pud into the hapless woman and came for them.  Amanda got the task of cunt cleaning while Darla sucked on the black boy’s cock.  Tommy then put his tool to the woman for an all out effort—but failed to cum.
	Nick came, though, but not Steven or Shaun.
	A round of pizza came to dungeonites; sodas, popcorn, moonpies.
	Then, the boys—all of them—took a shower with Darla, Julia, and Arnella doing the lathering up of the boys and rinsing them off afterwards.  An hour’s worth of rest afterwards and then—

	Starting with young Shaun Shawn, Darla began her boy adventure.  The girl whose mind was almost gone sucked and sucked and sucked on the seven year old, sucked his balls and rubbed his ass all the while, too.  Then she laid down for all to see and gawk while the young boy she had just sucked “went down on her.”
	With his ass up, Lyanna licked his crack and specifically his hole.
	Then it was fourteen year old Luci’s turn to lick the boy’s crack and hole; followed by seven year old Julia and then Amanda Dacrosby.  The ten year old was “aware”; she was frightened to beat all and in full compliance—but didn’t particularly care for the rim jobbing.
	After much ado about licking out Darla’s cunt, young Shaun moved up to put his pud into her sex and fuck away!  By this time he was somewhat experienced and managed to keep his little puddling in the girl’s sex.  Again, there was no time limit per se—the naked man conducting the horror merely tapped the boy on the ass ‘you’re done!’
	Steven came nextly, licking out the girl’s cunt while other (girls) licked his crack and hole.  The ten year old didn’t much care for that venture and wasn’t too thrilled with cunt licking, either.  He did it, though, and soon was on top of Darla sliding his meat whistle into her for a nice long fuck that ended with him actually shooting some cum!
	It was Nora who went down on the girl to clean her up while Lyanna sucked on the young ten year old boy’s cock.  The women fought against the mind invasion—but didn’t fight all that hard.  Darla lay clenching the carpet, arching her young body, and enduring the sex horror befalling her.
	For the next round—Darla got on her hands and knees, legs apart.  Young Nick Survantees took his turn, licking the girl’s funky musty crack, hole, and then putting hickies on each cheek before inserting his cock to her well fucked pussy.
	The horrible naked man spanked the boy as he pumped, but not hard—BUT with a belt.  The swatting did eventually become a bit much for the boy who cried out and lost concentration on his deed.  When his cock popped out he was told,
	“In the ass.”
	Steven had to think clearly before realizing what was what.
	Darla wriggled, Steven penetrated her asshole, the horrible man masturbated.  Everyone in attendance sat nakedly watching as on and on it went.  And on and on it did went (go.)

	Tommy got his turn, fucking the girl both in her pussy and then her asshole—and whilst fucking her asshole, he too, got spanked with the belt.  He managed to cum in Darla’s asshole to wit Luci got the task to lick it clean while Lyanna sucked Tommy’s cock clean.
	The Assjustright boys, Randy (17), Tray (14), and Vance (12) fucked and sodomized the girl with Randy shooting a massive wad of teen cum into her pussy—Tray filled her asshole (with his love juice) and Vance didn’t cum at all.  Randy eased into her pussy, gripped her hips and pumped vigorously for several minutes.  He wasn’t spanked—little Julia had sucked his cock for almost a minute prior to his penetration.  Three minutes into the fucking of his cousin a huge wad exploded into her sex cavity.
	The boy wavered and pulled out shooting even more coating the girl’s hole, crack, and ass.  Little Sara sucked the boy’s cock—she gagged, choked, and retched all the while but sucked it just the same.  Luci?  She licked Darla’s cunt, crack, and hole clean.
	Tray filled Darla’s cornhole—after Arnella sucked his cock.  The boy went almost five minutes before the pivotal moment arrived—the blast was so much that his cock was shot back out of the girl’s well fucked hole.  The boy made a loud announcement with cum shooting out of his piss slit continuously thereafter.
	Nora Dacrosby sucked Tray’s cock while Lyanna licked her niece’s cummy poop chute clean.  She retched and gagged, too.  Nora almost hurled but managed to hold the heaving in and sit back to watch more.
	Scott Dacrosby was the final boy; Darla lay on her back and after Suzanne sucked his cock he entered Darla and fucked two minutes before unleashing a small torrent of spunk.  He was worn out and got the task himself of licking Darla’s poon clean while Nora sucked his cock.
	Thereafter, Lyanna her boys, and niece were escorted from the hidden room,
	“I’ll be back.” August said with a smile.  He then brought the family outside to the horsey stalls where the naked bewildered misbehaving spoiled rotten pain in the ass niece Darla Noass laid out on a bale of hay—positioned under horsey, Atom Might.  Another girl was there, two girls in fact—Carly (Tobile) and recent addition to the Moone family, Jolene Gnatnoop (the pissed off girl from town).  Those girls began masturbating Atom Might, taking Darla’s hands and having her help out—bring the horse’s cock right to her well fucked cunt.
	Darla was partially aware—but her mind was partially GONE, too.

	At the time of five minutes—Atom Might blew his load and a great quantity of it there was thoroughly coating the young girl’s cunt.  Carly had pushed the head of Atom Might’s cock into the girl’s pussy; Jolene continued to work the horse’s cock until the deed was over.
	A quick rinse from the nearby water hose and the girl’s torment still was not complete.  For the torment to be complete she was spread eagle to a large old fashioned wagon wheel—the girl fussed but was spanked hard just the same until her ass was red-red-red.
	“If you don’t want this to happen again, little girl, I suggest you clean your act up right fast!”
	Darla fussed but it was uncontrollable.
	Thirty minutes later and she was back on a bale of hay—this time laying across it.  The horrible naked man beat her ass with his cock then inserted it into her sex for a hellacious fuck she would never forget—the act made her cum and cum hard!

 	Lyanna and the boys, along with Darla the niece, were sat together in the open air of the stalls on hay bales where for the next hour August dabbled into their minds, “fixing” them—erasing their time in his sex dungeon and implanting new thoughts—a new way of life for them.  There were images firmly seated in their minds that wouldn’t be erased, though; a conditioning—a warning.  Then, he made love to Darla.  Nothing rough, just a deep penetration with a fuck lasting several minutes.
 	Then it was “in the mouth” for several long minutes followed by the girl sprawled out over a bale of hay with her tormentor’s cock throbbingly thrusting its way into her pooper while she sucked on her cousins one-two-three.  The girl was pretty well reamed out by then but August felt the pleasure of sodomy just the same.  He pulled out now and then and stuffed her hot little snatch straining his cock to the max but was just about cummed out.  The man (the horrible-horrible naked man) was just about exhausted, too.  After his business with the girl he had the girl’s cousins do their business with her—Randy in her ass, Tray in her cunt, Vance in her mouth,
	“Fuck until you cum.” August told the boys.
	Wallowing on the hay strewn floor of the largest stall the boys one-two-three did just that.
 	When done and done, a little more mind manipulation, inserting new ways of life—to be a more loving family—al la sexual.  Then he took them home.

*

same shit—different day
	One-day; two days; three days—it was kind of hard to tell the passage of time despite Angela Winott having the stop watch.  When it was realized that the watch not only had elapsed time for when a sex was in progress it also had Time/Date and could go 12hrs running time.
	There was pizza to eat, fried boneless chicken, fudge brownies and plenty of sodas.  No disgusting sexual commands had been given to them, the horrible naked man hardly even spoke to them.  He delivered the food and drink, looked everyone over then left.
	When he did return Nora Dacrosby was put thru the paces starting with her own son, Scott.  The EMAD control over the group was not as strong as it had been but by that time, though, no one fought back the commands issued by the horrible-horrible naked man.  They were somewhat conditioned; no less embarrassed but submissive to the horrors decreed upon them.  They knew what would befall them if they did not comply—it was better to lick a bunghole than to be tortured in some way (or watch someone else be spanked.)
	So Scotty Dacrosby put his tool into his Mom’s cunt and pumped like it was the last time he would be pumping and subsequently creamed minutes later.  He moved up onto his Mom’s chest, laying his thirteen year old cum squirter between her mommy tits; the woman languished between realities finally taking her son’s schlong and sucking on the head.
	Meanwhile,
	Amanda licked the woman’s pussy clean; the ten year old daughter of Nora hesitated but feared being spanked and did the task assigned to her; she retched and gagged and very nearly hurled but cleaned her Mom’s twat then sat back politely retching and watching her brother being sucked by her Mother.
	A few minutes later and Scott was replaced by Tommy.  
	The pre-teen firstly went into Nora’s womanly cunt and fucked a couple of minutes before going into her asshole.  Nora had to hold her legs back supporting by son Scott and the black boy, Derry.  Then Tommy entered into the woman’s dirt chute and fucked hard for several minutes before cumming off.  He gave a mighty audible broadcast of the finale then pulled out and leaned off to one side.
	“Ut-uh.” August warned shaking a finger—with a head nod he noted that the boy was to move up onto the woman for the titty fuck.

	While Nora sucked on Tommy’s schlong—Suzanne licked the woman’s pussy and then cleaned off her cummy asshole.  She very nearly hurled, too, but managed to keep it down.
	Derry came next—but didn’t cum.  He pumped both holes of Nora but just didn’t have any cum to give.  He moved up to be sucked and then went off to sit and watch as Nick took his turn and DID cum.  The young handsome boy with great hair pumped steadily; his balls slapped making the only sound other than the a/c register on the wall.  
	The horrible man caressed the humping boy’s ass, a slight spank now and then, clutching the slapping testicles, then spanking the boy with his own cock.  The man seemed to be in a mood and had Luci suck him with Sara guiding his cock into the boy’s asshole.  Angela and Julia held the boy’s ass cheeks open and while his cock was still in Nora’s twat he was sodomized.
	Not a lot of spunk filled the boy’s hole but there was some and Luci was there to lick the hole clean while Arnella sucked the horrible man’s cock.  Nick then moved up for his titty fuck/suck while Sara licked the woman’s cum laden cunt clean.
	Steven was next—he didn’t cum and fucked five minutes in each hole.
	Shaun Shawn at a mere seven years young also didn’t cum.
	With Shaun Shawn, all the boys had did their business with the woman, Nora.  They went into the bathroom to shower; then it was the girls’ turn followed by Nora and the horrible naked man who banged the woman—banged the woman—banged the woman hard until it looked like he was about to pass out.
	He quickly left the room and was gone several hours.

	When he returned—it was Amanda’s turn!
	The girl’s brother went at her first; licking out her young tender cunt, finger fucking her asshole, licking out her asshole, then stuffing his prick into her pussy (after little Julia had sucked it).  The boy fucked his sister almost five minutes before shooting his load.  His orgasm was long lasting; he strained and strained his cock squirting a massive load that was both painful and pleasurable.
	When he finally pulled out—
	Arnella sucked his cock while Angela licked clean the girl’s cunt.
	No titty fuck, the girl had beginning titties but nothing to be proud of.  
	Nick got after it nextly, followed by Steven, Derry, Tommy, and Shaun.  Tommy was the only other boy to manage a successful orgasm.  And it was all in the pussy, too—no anal (not yet.)

	After the boys had all had their turn, the horrible naked man took his turn causing the young girl to have fits as the man’s massive cock was something else.  Before penetrating her he had several of the girls suck him; Julia started with Luci finishing.
	He was gentle while penetrating the ten year old Dacrosby girl, but once IN and one pull out and penetration he began to step up the speed and hump with much vigor and vim.   The girl thrashed about, crying out and making noises of pleasure mixed in with pleasures of not.
	It seemed like a struggle to “get his nut” but eventually he humped a good hump and filled the girl’s cunny with his love cream.  Luci sucked his dick while Angela licked the well fucked cunt of Amanda Dacrosby.
	Still not over, though.
	The horrible man took a shower—alone.
	Then,
	Young Scott sat on his Mom’s face, laying down her body.  The horrible man spanked him with his hand then a belt.  His balls were incased in his Mom’s mouth and after the belting—
	“In the ass.” the man said to Steven.
	The ten year old boy looked horrified—“not again!” 
	Suzanne licked Scott’s hole while Angela sucked on Steven’s cock.  Thereafter, “in the ass” the boy went sodomizing the thirteen year old.  It was gross and weird with only a little gratifying.  It was gross ‘cause it was a dirt hole and weird ‘cause it was a boy hole.  It was gratifying ‘cause it was a hole.
	He didn’t cum but he was close.
	Luci sucked his cock after he pulled out with Arnella licking Scott’s puckering pooter.  Nora underneath wept but kept her son’s nuggets in her mouth.
	Steven was followed by Nick, then Derry, then Shaun.
	Then August took his turn.
	Afterwards, gangbang in the shower.
	All the boys showered together with Auggie in amongst them.
	Then,
	Nora and her children were collected and escorted out of the room.
	No horse turns for Nora or Amanda.  They got their clothes returned to them (like Lyanna and her children with Darla having her panties pulled on with the horse cum still coating her cunt.)  The Dacrosby’s were returned to the parking lot they had been absconded from—their vehicle no longer there, though—it had been towed.  They were let out behind the grocery store and August went back home.

In your neighborhood
Ok—so everyone has an EMAD!
	To one side of Moone Manor was the Braybury’s, August had met them, had a barbeque outing, mingled, and wanted intermingle.  But that was to be a little later.  With careful surmising he astutely determined that Mr. Braybury had an electronic device.  He didn’t know all the ends and outs of what was going on in the Braybury house but he (August) was certain that it was of the naughty kind.  (he was right of course.)
	Other neighbors of Moone Manor were just as interesting—some more interesting than others.  The neighbors were all spread out giving privacy space a thing to appreciate.  As stated, the Braybury’s were on one side while the was the mixed family Cullivan.  A blended marriage creating a five kid family; Adam at fifteen, Bridgett at fourteen, Cale at thirteen, Donna at thirteen, and Ellen the youngest at ten.  Adam, Cale, and Ellen belonged to the Mister of the family while Bridget and Donna were of the Missus.  
	According to the snooping August (and Magic the Wandering horse), the Cullivans were naughty-naughty-oh so naughty!  We’ll open with Adam.

	Opening scene:  Cullivan home, second floor
	“Ok, Bridgett,” said Adam, “take off your clothes.”
	Present in Adam’s bedroom was practically everybody.  Mr. Cullivan, Zane, wasn’t home and supposedly at work (more on that later.)  The Missus was visiting a neighbor as it was deemed the Cullivan children, with Adam the oldest and in charge, could manage themselves for a couple of hours.  Still, though, it was safer to have a “lookout” and Donna was the lookout.
	Bridgett was nice looking; long straight golden honey-like hair; a long body, sharp dresser.  She had a nice voice for singing—country style without the twang; she was “hip” and got along with everyone.  Bridgett and Donna were cool sisters, they were new but had been a part of the family two years.  They had all lived in the city but the family had moved to the country for a different slice of life.
	Bridgett didn’t even pause or hesitate when told by her brother to take off her clothes.  She wore a nice lavender/purple outfit and without batting an eye or protesting the fourteen year old sunshiny girl unbuttoned her lavender short sleeved top, dropped it on the floor—where if in her own room she would have neatly placed the garment on a hanger in her closet.
	Then she shucked the purple pants and was standing nicely in light purple panties.  Adam had wood.  Whether or not he had ever done anything with his young sibling sister, Ellen, or not was not known.

	The panties came down and Adam told her “Go to my bed, get on her knees against it.”
	The other Cullivan children were present, too—Donna at the window.
	“All clear?” Adam asked of Donna.
	“All clear.” She answered.  Donna was a cool chick, too; a little lighter in the honey color of her hair; longer, too.  She was more brighter, more happier, more outgoing than her bio sister Bridgett.  
	Ellen and Cale danced around crazily—they got along fine and played their hearts out with one another.  Sexually or regularly wasn’t quite known.  It was obvious, though, that brother Adam was indeed—in charge.  Of course, he had a little help…
	After Ellen was nude and positioned against his bed as told, Adam stripped off his clothes, too.  None of the others batted an eye or made a fuss.  It was apparently not the first time.
	“Take off your clothes.” Adam told the others.  No hesitation, Cale, Donna, and Ellen got out of their clothes leaving them on the floor.  Adam then had them all come to the bed while he got into position behind Bridgett.  Thirteen year old Cale, with dark hair that was thick and covered his ears and most of his eyes, plopped onto the bed as directed by in-charge Adam and Bridgett began masturbating the boy, fondling his balls, then sucking him while Donna got on her hands and knees on the bed—face down and ass up.  Little Ellen lay on the bed on her back, legs open.
	Adam was all smiles and put his proud Cullivan tool into his sister’s ass.  His hands went all over her sides, cupping her breasts, squeezing her young body to his delight—and he delighted!  And the ease of which his tool entered into his sister’s shitter only proved that he was not a stranger in doing so.
	The girl happily sucked on Cale’s scholong; sisters Donna and Ellen lay as they were directed by Adam fingering themselves.  Slipping his hands down around Bridgett high school freshman Adam began fingering his sister’s junior high cunt.  It was bliss—pure bliss and Adam enjoyed every minute of it.  (so did the spying August Moone!)
	The only sound was Adam’s balls slapping as he poked his step-sister’s ass.  There, too, was Bridgett’s haughting sounds—short little quips as her asshole was well fucked and her cunny tingled so.  Adam was in full control.  He drilled his lovely sister shooting a mighty gob DEEP into her asshole—or as deep as his six incher could shoot cum.

	To Donna did Adam slide over and apply his tongue to her crack.  The girl wiggled and giggled; Bridgett rubbed her butt(hole) and continued to finger her pussy.  Young Cale had cum off in her mouth and was laying out on the bed fondling his gushing cum squirter.  
	It was so odd the siblings of Adam behaving as they were—they were almost magical in a sense.  They were themselves—but effected by a “magical” device—a minding device.  They WERE themselves—just accepting the their new way of life as deemed by their incestuous brother.
	He had a way about him—somewhat familiar August noted, and somewhat different.  The noteworthy thing was the ease of the siblings willing so willingly submitting when otherwise they would not.  Auggie had similar happenings with his “family” but with limited success.
	Adam went on from licking out his sister’s crapper to turning her over and licking out her cunt—then sliding his pud into her for a hearty brotherly love fest.  After a few minutes he unloaded brotherly love in gooey liquid form—of which Bridgett was tasked to “lick her clean.”  Bridgett didn’t even hesitate and said “Of course!”
	The naughty brother then went to the youngest, his own sister, Ellen.

*

Evil walks among us—it has a name (no, not that one)
Seth Adrian Tjernobog
 	SETH:  Greek form of Egyptian Set, possibly meaning “one who dazzles.”  In mythology, it is the name of an ancient evil god of Chaos, storms, and the desert.  TJERNOBOG:  in Slavic mythology, this is the name of a god of evil and darkness.   Adrian:  Dark one.
	Put them together and you’ve got one evil son-of-a-bitch!
	To some he was known as Seth, to others he went by Adrian, and to others he was simply TJ.  He was all the same person; dark wavy hair that hung loosely to his shoulders.  His attire was that of the Goth look; popular style of boots by that class of peoples in the Goth and Punk world.  Dark jeans, a black t-shirt, and a 1960s biker’s leather jacket completed the ensemble.  The t-shirt had a dull yellow skull having a dagger stuck thru the top and sticking out the right side of the jaw.  The skull, too, had a human tongue sticking way out in a “sticking my tongue out at you” fashion—it was a horrible tongue of spittle, insects, and pustules.
	There was a swagger about him; he stood right at 6’2; dark eyes to match the hair and clothes.  He had confidence and those who looked upon him slowly (or quickly) moved the hell out of his way.

	Presently the man with three evil names met an old friend; they had known one another in high school but not much—she was a freshman while he was a senior.  They met years later after she had married and Seth became friends with her husband.  
	Diana was disabled, a little on the hefty side, and had major boobage.  But she had a pretty face; was way smart—and way naughty.  The naughty side she kept mostly to herself brought out only by hubby Warren.  Warren was a junior in high school and he and Seth had known one another then, too.  Together the three had a few “threesomes”.  Diana was disabled due to her ankles were locked up—and unfortunately it disallowed her from proper exercising and she got a little hefty.  
	But she was fun!
	Thru the years the three had met now and then; engaged in threesomes; went camping, to the beach, and backyard to stargaze at some passing comet and other such phenomenon.  Diana and Warren eventually had children, two—a boy and a girl.  It had been some years since Seth had seen his friends.  What he had been doing during that time was unknown; what Warren and Diana had been doing—well, it got Warren sent to jail for an extended stay and their children taken away to live with their grandparents.  Diana, too, had gone to jail but was let out due to her disability and somewhat lack of proper evidence.
	Diana’s children wouldn’t prosecute their Mom but they did their disciplining Daddy.  Warren’s daughter, Penny, complained to her Aunt about being bare assed spanked and then out and out molested by her Daddy.  Warren would have the eleven year old Penny come to bed with him and Diana—usually right after she had showered as she was (naked.)  Warren schooled the girl on how to masturbate—herself as well as himself.
	Then the schooling was stepped up to performing oral sex.
	When she was twelve, there was extra curricular activities whereas in lieu of giving head to her Daddy she was sitting on him, laying on him, grinding her young preteen cunt on his manly manhood.  Warren would caress her ass and help her with the grinding.
	At thirteen—on her thirteenth birthday, Warren was driving his tool into her sex.  It was anal, oral, and vaginal all the way—and still there was an occasional bare ass spanking for bad grades at school, lying, and backtalking to her Mom.
	And so it came to pass that Penny had had enough and blabbed to her Aunt of whom she spent a lot of time with.  The local constabulary came and took Warren away; the local children’s services took the kids away.  Diana went “away”, too, but her stay wasn’t to be as long as hubby Warren.

	With her stay not as long and no serious prosecutional charges, Diana had to face other realities; labeled as a sexual batterer (but luckily not having to register as an offender) she still had hurdles in getting her kids back legally.  There were parenting classes, divorcing Warren, selling their crappy house and equally crappy car.  Diana was there in bed along with Warren when the sex between daughter and Father went on.  She was naked and participated; she rubbed on Penny and truth be known—had son Billy involved, too!
	The kids had no animosity to their Mother but legally they had to endure the system, too.  Meanwhile, Diana moved in with a weird woman who had four children of her own—she had just gotten them back as fact.  Not for any sexual impropriety but for being a druggie.  There was no hubby for her—there was but he was in state prison for a really long-long time.
	Re-enter Seth.
	Diana was downtown Stanis on business one day and met up with Seth.  They had lunch, Seth treated.  They caught up with one another with Seth not disclosing any info on his time.  Thereafter, Diana invited him to come visit her.  Some days later and he did.  The woman of whom Diana was living with was out but her children one-two-three-four! were home.
	Seth and Diana talked more, had tea and pizza—Seth sprung for the pizza liters of drink providing that the children go to their room they all shared and stay there.  The kids were all giddy (and young.)  
	After the kids had scurried off to their room as promised, Seth and Diana resumed where they had left off years earlier.  Diana always liked to suck his dick—and Seth always liked her to suck his dick.  No reason to stop that now.  The creepily dressed man stripped off his clothes and Diana slid off her hers.  Those mammoth hooters were massive—a little too much.  Seth stood very slim and slender, his cock a little more than average waggled before the cock hungry woman.  No tattoos adorned the man’s sleek body; he was muscled with a few scars and some gouges.  His testicle sac was hairless as was his back, torso, arms, and legs.  
	After a stroke (of his cock) he moved to Diana who sat on a drab sofa that had no legs.  Diana took his prong and lovingly caressed it, cupped his hairless balls then took the throbbing member and sucked it.  Seth rocked on pumping his gracious prong into her mouth and reeling—reeling—reeling.
	Diana got her groove on and made loud slurping sounds.
	Seth was aware that there were prying eyes…

	Minutes later and Seth had unleashed a massive amount of cum.  Diana licked, lapped, and sucked up all the spent spew without gagging or batting an eye.  And still, though, Seth’s schlong was not the typical adult male dong that went flaccid immediately after release of seminal fluid.  Seth’s cock remained steadfastly hard.  The cock was slapped against Diana’s face and she didn’t mind—she giggled and fingered herself all the while.
	Seth soon moved to maneuver Diana to where her locked ankles were on his shoulders and his unflaccid cock was in her pussy.  It had been awhile since last she had had some dick in her nookie.  Seth delivered unto her a mighty hump bringing her to a wondrous orgasm.  He pumped harder, though, unable to produce his own orgasm.
	Seth continued to be aware and make note of the children who were spying on them from the hallway.  Four children; the oldest had just turned ten, the rest were all one year younger descending with the youngest a boy.  A birthday party had been just the day before and the evidence was still strewn about the floor.
	Seth humped and humped, pumped and pumped, slamming his cock into Diana’s cock hungry cunt with great deliverance.  Diana did cry out—but not in pain but in weird pleasure from the rough pumping.  Seth was just at the point of eruption when—
	The door opened suddenly and a tallish woman with grocery bags in hand waltzed in exclaiming “OH MY GOD!”  
	Wendy Kott nearly dropped her bags as a sudden rush of confusion filled her eyes and mind.  “What the fuck!?” she nearly exploded not sure of the situation.  For some reason Seth bolted from Diana’s poon and halfly held up his pants as he raced around a wall partition.  The children who had been in the hall all screamed—not sure if it was a scream of fear or delight but they fled to their shared bedroom.
	Wendy chased Seth (for some reason) somewhat freaking out.
	Seth eventually stopped facing the near wrath of the woman; Diana was freaking out trying to calm her friend (not really a “friend” but they had been living together (illegally) for some time).  While Diana explained and Wendy somewhat calmed—Seth remained holding his pants up but with his manhood exposed.	
	Wendy, however, was concerned to ballistic:
	“Are you crazy,” she said not really noticing Seth’s exposure, “he cant be here!”  Legal rules, if anyone found out Diana was having open sex it would be the end.
	“I just got my kids back!” Wendy continued to rant.

	Diana realized the problem she had created and didn’t know what to do.  Seth did—he racked Wendy upside the head knocking her out!  She dropped to the floor in a heap and Diana stood there in some shock and dismay.
	When Wendy woke up sometime later—she found herself nude and being fucked by the stranger of whom she didn’t even know his name!  High confusion confounded her—she was mildly aware of her being but not much else.  Seth cooed to her, smiled, and tried to soothe the woman he was boning.
	Wendy blinked her eyes, shook her head and tried to bring herself around to being more herself.  There was some success; her children, her stint in jail, her ex-hubby, current hubby, boyfriend, drug habit all swarmed in her noggin causing great confusion.
	“Want to pet my Pretty?” she said in a squeaky voice.
	Seth was already petty the Pretty (pussy)—he was stuffing it!
	Beside them sat a mindless Diana; she sat awkwardly at an angle with her cunt exposed for Seth’s viewing.  He smiled wickedly and rammed his rod into Wendy’s cunt making her smallish titties seriously jiggle.
	“Oooooh!  Baby!” cooed Wendy who looked like she was in a drug induced state of being.  There were track marks on both arms, old marks but marks just the same.  Seth humped and humped and then humped some more “tearing it up.”
	Wendy made noises as she was tore up, short little breath quips; one arm was draped about Seth’s neck as he plowed her; her eyes were shut and she was oblivious to everything—except getting the fuck of her life.  The children had returned to gasp and be giddy.  No one seemed concerned…
	After the hellacious fuck and Seth finally releasing a nice load of man spunk he stood up and leaned forward placing his hand on the stucco wall behind the sofa and masturbated, emptying a little more splooge on the woman as well as peeing on her.
	Diana remained lifeless in the corner of the sofa—very lifeless.
	Seth stared at her and sighed.
	“Damn.” he said to himself.  Cocking his head a plan formed in his evil mind.  After licking his lips he stood and stepped out of his clothes and stood at angle so as the spying children could get a gander at his manhood.  Then, he parked himself on the all wood coffee thrashed coffee table pulling Wendy on top of him.  A little fumbling-bumbling about and he managed his cock firstly back into her cummy cunt.  With his powerful hands on her hips he lifted her up—and then down.  Then Up—and then down.  UP—and Down.  Up—and you get the picture.

	So did the spying children.
	Seth could hear them giggling, ooohing and ahhing.
	More manipulation and Seth managed his cock into her asshole and got the woman going on her own to sit up and ride his rocket.  When the feeling of orgasm began he slowed his pace as he hadn’t been all into the act all that long and wanted the act to be a lasting one.
	Didn’t happen, though—the cum sped up from his balls and shot thru his hard cock filling Wendy’s cornhole with a great quantity of sticky goo.  The act made Seth exhausted and he could only lay heaving on the table totally spent.  Wendy lay on him, sweaty and heaving; she seemed drugged, way out of it, delirious and not quite herself.  That suited Seth just fine and he languished slowly recovering his strength.

	Boldly and did Seth make his way to the only bathroom and take a shower—leaving the door open, too.  The children upon seeing him coming all scattered quickly gawking and giggling.  After his shower he found beer in the fridge, it was funky international beer but and downed two of the beers before taking a breath.
	After the beers he cracked his knuckles and returned to Wendy who was sitting up on the sofa with a curious look on her face.  She began to slowly shake her head, retch, and look to the naked man who was a stranger to her.  Before she could freak out as she was about to the naked stranger grabbed her and turned her about thrusting her face into her roommate’s fucked-stanky cunt.  
	Wendy did begin to freak out—even more so as her cunny was re-introduced to the naked stranger’s thrusting cock.  Seth, the naked stranger, grabbed her hips and drove violently into the woman’s snatch and pumped vigorously for at least a minute.
	Wendy’s kids must of known that something wasn’t quite right and still hiding in the hallway began to cry.  Wendy’s outbursts and thrashing became too much causing Seth to grab a holt of her hair and shove her face into Diana’s stanky snatch.  
	“NO!” cried out Wendy.  “DON’T!  STOP!”
	“Don’t stop?” snickered Seth, “Ok.” And he power fucked the woman driving her absolutely insane.  The thrashing got intense bringing about another rap to Wendy’s head.  She twitched a little but otherwise was no longer thrashing madly.
	Seth went on to deliver yet another amazing orgasm—pulling out he smacked Wendy’s ass trying to gouge his way into her pooter but his cock by then wasn’t strong enough.

	The children one-two-three-four scattered as the naked stranger came to them.  He went to the bathroom and as he stood at the toilet the children in their room cracked open the door to gander.  In a sudden flash the man whirled on them blinding them with some sort of bright light.
	Michelle, Carrie, and Audrey were “stunned” by the bright light from the naked man’s mind altering device; little Toby was too young and not effected.  The naked man put the girls on a bed, there were two twin beds and one bunk bed.  The room was small and cluttered with toys and bedding.
	Michelle, just turned ten, was clad in short knee length green print pants and a red string tank top.  She was “sprouting” but didn’t have much to know about.  Long silky brown hair, long lashes, emerald earrings, made the girl quite pretty.  She was super skinny—like her Mom.  
	Carrie was nine and only a few months away from being ten.  She had honey blond hair, brown eyes (Michelle had deep blue eyes).  No earrings but she had some face paint on, rub on tats, and a short pink/blue/green top that was most revealing and matching short-shorts.
	Audrey had reddish brown hair, green eyes, and almost no teeth—not the front ones anyways.  She was a cutey whose hair was all messed up and in need of a bath.
	Off came Michelle’s britches.  Little Toby, all of five years, wandered around being curious and talking to himself.  It was obvious that there was something a little wrong with the little guy—he wasn’t quite right.  With her britches off, Seth positioned himself right on top of the young girl pressing his well worked cock against her basic white panties with pink trim.  He began caressing her hair, admiring her as he humped against her; then, with one hand in a fluid motion slipped off the girl’s panties.  That same hand came up and pulled off the girl’s top and she was nude to him.
	More grinding.
	Lots more grinding.
	Grunting.
	Calling out “God!”  “Beelz!”  “Iblis!”  “Ahriman!”
	Slowly with determination the naked stranger guided his mighty meat stick into the innocent girl’s pussy.  Her eyes bulged as the massive prong invaded her—she struggled to breath and began batting her eyes excessively.  And at one point she began to twitch and become somewhat aware of what was happening.  She was too small and dainty to fight back but she tried.  She was, of course, no match for the powerful man and he continued thrusting and pumping until he at last gave his all.

	“What’s wrong with Sissy?” asked the little boy, Toby.
	Seth didn’t answer her but lifted the legs of Carrie pulling off her clothing.  The little girl squirmed some but a quick slap to her ass and she settled right out.  With her clothes off, the man who had called out God and then Satan in different names “went down” on the girl driving his tongue into her pussy that reeked of pee.
	The girl twisted and twisted so—requiring the naughty very naughty man to spank her.  She was rolled over and swatted harshly—very harshly.  And when little Toby interrupted saying “Don’t hit my sister!” he got the backhand to his face sending him cartwheeling backwards over toys and crashing to the wall with a warning from the man shaking his finger,
	“Don’t you ever fucking tell me what to do!” and he stood with wide terrible eyes, trembling and shaking all over as if he were about to come apart.  He was seething and it took a long time to calm down.  (some people just don’t respond well when told what to do.)
	When he had calmed he returned to Carrie spanking her bald pussy with his hard cock before shoving it into her sex.  Like her sister, her pretty eyes bulged, her mouth opened and she struggled to breathe and so on.  Penetration was not all that spectacular but with dire determination there was entry.

	Audrey, too, required spanking to bring her in line.  Her underclothes had been soiled but it still didn’t deter Seth, a follower of the Dark Overlord.  Penetration to Audrey’s pussy wasn’t quite able—but with already spent cum and pre-fingering of the girl’s asshole there was penetration there.
	More spanking—just because he liked spanking.  He took his time—laying a hand to the naked butt of Michelle with his eyes locked onto the girl’s young brother slumped in a corner.  For a long while the evil man stared—then with a sigh he got up and went back into the main room.
	From his belongings—a dirty leather satchel he always seemed to carry with him he withdrew a black pouch and from that came a black candle.  It was thick, long, and shaped in the form of a cock.  It was much longer than a normal sized schlong as well as much thicker.  Carved onto the phallic were images; on closer inspection one could see Satanic images.	
	More items were removed from the sack and placed on the coffee table.  Seth then did move the table out of the way, moved the throw rug that had been under the table and then began using a knife to tear up the carpeting to his liking.

	Then, when a nice roundish circle had been constructed over the course of the next few hours—Seth carved intricate symbols into the floor base.  From his bag came a another leather pouch of which he emptied the contents into small runner lines on the outer circle as well as lines to the central symbol that was of a misshapen devil.
	To Wendy the man’s attention went; he cocked his head, cracked his knuckles then pulled out of the leather bag a flask marked with some symbol only known to him.  The contents were poured onto Wendy’s pussy and and went ballistic—Seth smacked the woman upside the head and she fell silent.  The contents were an astringent and very could at erasing evidence—mostly DNA evidence (like sperm).  In and out of the pussy (and asshole) until he was satisfied the evidence he had left there had been eradicated.
 	It was a moot point ‘cause he had another way of eliminating evidence but he wanted to be sure.  The black dildo he pushed into Wendy’s cunt—all the way.  Another even larger with grotesque images of bestiality was shoved into the woman’s asshole.  A length of rope that had been drenched in black powder was wrapped about the woman’s body—she languished in and out of consciousness and blathered incoherently.
	The rope went tightly around her very small breasts in a figure-eight sort of pattern, then around her neck, down her back and tightly down her crack and then her pussy and back up to tie off at the cross-section between her tits.
	Then, he slit her wrists.
	The blood was poured into some cast iron goblets and set into place around the Thaumaturgic circle (infused with the Pentegram).  Wendy’s body then was placed on the center of the Satanic symbols then his attention went to the lifeless Diana.  Had she not had such horribly huge knockers, chunky, and a contestant for Funny Walks, Seth might have considered saving her.  She had a pretty face.  She was smart, she could do math in her head, she would do anything for anybody any time.  She thought of other people first before her troubles.
	It was unfortunate that she found her way into such a mess.
	More time was spent carving symbols with his knife onto her body that was slowly stiffening.  On the wall another time consuming symbol was made with the great scenic picture that had been there replaced but made cockeyed.  Symbols al la Satanic in nature were carved onto Wendy—then the follower of Satan went down the hall to the kids’ room…

	After his time with the children—no details provided—Seth plopped down with a beer at the computer in Wendy’s bedroom and began prowling for certain things to be downloaded into the computer’s hard drive.  It was a long process—manipulating time and dates, installing special programs.  In the end, some time after midnight, Wendy’s small personal computer was filled with all things Satanic as well as pornographic.
	A spray bottle then was used containing alcohol and used to douse the computer, doorknobs, toilet seat, sink, and everything (and everyone) he had touched.
	Then, around 4AM the black powder in the living room was ignited.
	Seth went out the already open back door, over the fence and down the alley.  By the time he was on Front Street and making for the donut shop that would open at 5AM, sirens were heard screaming thru the early morning and the stench of wood—and bodies burning filled the air.

*

She sells seashells far from the seashore
	“She sells sea shells by the seashore.
 	  The shells she sells are surely seashells.
 	  So if she sells shells on the seashore,
 	  I’m sure she sells seashore shells!”

	Three girls, one-two-three took his eye.  Cute, pretty, not bad.  Blond, brunette, red head.  The cute girl was blond, blue eyes, knobby chest; the brunette had long silky hair and even smaller knobs; the red head had freckles and an ultra skinny body.  But they were alright; cute—pretty—and not bad.  All three were together hocking seashells.  The nearest large body of water was hours and hours away—and a couple of states.  From a shoebox the girls had various seashells equipped with googly eyes, mustaches, and what have you glued on pieces of driftwood.  The girls’ aim was to sell their wares they claimed to have handmade so as to obtain tickets to an upcoming popular (very popular) boy band coming to a Fall fair in a neighboring county.
	The place the girls sought to sell their seashells was the parking lot of a grocery store.  On either side of the non-chain grocery store were some mini stores including a pet store where our hero August Moone sought to obtain a doggie.  At Moone Manor he had horses, a goat, and chickens.  A doggie would only enhance the feel of being in the country and country life.

	Alice Blyne smelled like some sweet aromatic candy; she wore lip gloss, dainty sapphire earrings, and tight jeans.  As Auggie perused the various googly-eyed seashells he noted the girl’s dainty bra concealing her knobby breasts.  It was a safe bet she was a virgin.  
	Beth Cosworth was very pretty, that long silky hair had a delicious aroma to it, too; the breeze that swept up tossed the girl’s hair all over her face.  She didn’t have tight-tight jeans like her friend, Alice, normal beige open-legged short-shorts.
	Elizabeth Farva had just turned eleven and it was she who had gotten the idea to hock the seashells they had collected on their last trip to the ocean at the beginning of summer.  The other girls were already eleven with Beth being halfway thru her eleventh year.  She also wore a short denim skirt.
	‘Have you ever played with a boy’s dick?’
	“No!” giggled aloud Alice.
	Beth, however, HAD played with a boy’s penis—and more than one!
	Elizabeth had a horny brother who rubbed his penis against her butt.
	August had wood.  The girls were cute, pretty, fuckable.
	Being mindful of security—the roving kind and the all-seeing-eye electronic kind, Auggie carefully guided the girls to his truck.  With a mind controlling device there was no such thing as self-control.  Everyone was a target.  Young, old, teen, preteen; boy, girl.  It didn’t matter.  There were risks involved—big risks.  Concerns, too.
	With that in mind—
	Alice Blyne, Beth Cosworth, and Elizabeth Farvell sat near mindlessly in August’s ride confused.  They teetered between full awareness and high confusion.  The minding device overwhelming their young impressionable minds was not operating at full efficiency.  It was not a major concern of August but it was something of note.
	Not far out of town and Auggie couldn’t wait—
	“Take your pants down.” he directed his tone to Alice who sat in the front passenger seat beside him.
	There was hesitation; the girl’s head bobbed forward and back; there was disquieted trepidation on the girl’s face but her fingers moved undoing her tight jeans and then pushed them down.  Auggie was pleased but miffed that minding device wasn’t working top performance disabling that little hiccup of hesitation.
	With her pants down, Auggie ran his hand up and down the girl’s thigh.  Behind them the others sat quietly—waiting.  The new ride was big, it stuck out and kind of was a worry for Aug, it was intended to pull a 5th wheel trailer which he had yet to acquire but it was in the works.

	After a sigh he told Alice Blyne “take off your top.” 
	The young girl this time didn’t hesitate.
	A simple top with a small half undershirt and a loose fitting dainty bra.  The girl’s knobby knobs were delightful.  Most men enjoyed teenage hooters, young adult boobies, womanly gazabbies.  Most men.  And granted, August liked teenage breasts, young adult and womanly breasts—nothing wrong with that.  They were delightful to look at, feel, caress, and make love to.  But August’s passion was breasts that were hand sized.
	With the girl topless she was further instructed to take her panties down to her ankles.  After she had done so she scooted forward to the edge of the seat, leaned her shoulders back and then tilted her legs back.
	Alice Blyne had a nice bald virgin poon.
	Diligently and did August’s fingers gently touch the girl’s hairless pussy.  Under questioning she had revealed the fact that though a “virgin” she was fingering herself but not often.  She was curious about boys and what they looked like but had only seen little-little boys naked and none her age.  She imagined that boys her age were about the same but Davy Noman she wanted to see for herself.
	Several other boys in her social she would like to see but strangely she had no thoughts about boys older.  She was a sweet girl having no siblings.  She had never seen her Daddy naked but he had seen her and it was no big deal.  Even recently!  
	The thing with a big truck like the 5th wheel truck was there was the driver’s command seat and the passenger seat—with a big space between unlike his regular truck that had a bench seat.  Aug sat in the open space caressing Alice’s thigh and fingering her pussy.  Desire’s winds began to pick up and scooping the girl up he transferred her into the rear section where there was a customized bench seat that went along the rear.  There was comfy carpeting, a mini fridge, microwave, TV, a/c, and heavily tinted windows.
	With her legs open, Auggie simple “went down on her” and began to nosh.  A little licking here, some lapping there, and exploring all over.  He was greatly delighted and the girl seemed none the wiser.  Elizabeth Farvell, however, was.
	Just as August “got busy” with his tonguing,
	“Oh My God!” blurted Elizabeth.
	That got his attention.
	Checking the EMAD he saw yellow lights for Elizabeth’s brain waves with some wave patterns hardly in the “capture” mode at all.  
	“Well fuck me.” he exclaimed.

	“No!” said Elizabeth.
	Auggie looked to her, “It was a rhetorical remark.” He said calmly.
	“Oh.” The girl replied, but she still didn’t understand what it meant.
	No matter, she was more than 75 percent “aware” and thusly more than 25 percent unaffected by the EMAD’s abilities to control her.  That wasn’t good.
	“Well,” August said facing the girl, “we can do this the hard way—or the easy way.”
	Elizabeth showed fright so that was a plus.  She tugged in her lower lip and held it in place by her teeth; her knees were clamped shut and August made adjustments to his diver’s watch minding device.  The adjustments helped—some.  But there was a warning as suddenly there was a red light flashing indicating loss of brain wave capture—there were five brain waves the EMAD could capture; Beta, Alpha, Theta, and two phases of Delta.  
 	Accordingly, there are four brainwave states that range from the high amplitude, low frequency delta to the low amplitude, high frequency beta. These brainwave states range from deep dreamless sleep to high arousal. The same four brainwave states are common to the human species.  Men, women and children of all ages experience the same characteristic brainwaves.  They are consistent across cultures and country boundaries. 
  	Research has shown that although one brainwave state may predominate at any given time, depending on the activity level of the individual, the remaining three brain states are present in the mix of brainwaves at all times.  In other words, while somebody is an aroused state and exhibiting a beta brainwave pattern, there also exists in that person's brain a component of alpha, theta and delta, even though these may be present only at the trace level.
	The Electronic Mind Altering Devices sought to capture those waves, manipulate them; twist, bind, confine until absolute submission was the end result.  Not always successful, however—the various EMADs were often thwarted by other minding devices designed to disrupt an attacking EMAD.  EMADs also had power issues and the simple complexity of individuals having unique brain wave patterns not normally found in basic programming of said EMAD confounded the Devices and their abilities to capture.
	Be that as it may—
	“Do as you’re told—and you wont be hurt.” If not a minding device, then force, power, dire consequences would work just as well.
	Elizabeth nodded and she slipped off her top as instructed.  August smiled and began undressing himself.

*

	“If the camper’s a-rockin’—Don’t come knockin’!”
	“Cover Your Stump before U Hump!”
	“Before you love her—covet her brother!” (what?)
	A few other choice bumper stickers covered the back of a very old in need of being new camper pickup parked near August’s new ride.  The day was getting on and he needed to get home.  There was still “new business” to take care of but he was sidelined by the camper truck and the woman who was standing nearby reading them.
	The woman was dressed in black resembling the quintessential “penquin.”  She was soon joined by a younger woman equally attired.  They were Nuns.  August had a thought—and it wasn’t a good one.
	
	A hippie gets on a bus and spies a pretty young nun.  He sits
down next to her, and asks her:  Want to have sex?”
   	“No,” she says huffingly, “I'm married to God!” She stands up and
      gets off at the next stop.
 	The bus driver, who overheard, turns to the hippie and says,         
       “If you really want to, I can tell you how you can have sex with her!”
       “Yeah?” says the hippie, “How, man?”
       “Well,” say the bus driver, “She goes to the cemetery every Tuesday night at midnight to pray.”  
 	“Far out, man!”
 	“Wait, there’s more!  All you have to do is dress up in a robe with a hood, put some of that luminous powder stuff in your beard and pop up in the cemetery behind her and claim to be God!”
       The hippie decides to give it a try, and arrives in the cemetery dressed as suggested on the next Tuesday night.
       “I AM GOD!” he declares in a deep stoned voice to the nun, keeping the hood low about his face.  “It is you turn to have sex with me.”
       The nun agrees without question but begs him to restrict himself to anal sex, as she is desperate not to lose her virginity.
       God agrees and promptly has his wicked way with her.  As he        finishes, God/the hippie jumps up throwing back his hood laughing, 
       “Ha-ha,” he cries. “I’m the hippie!”
       “Ha-ha,” cries the nun, “I’m the bus driver!”

*
I cum, therefore, I am
	Green panties, with dainty little flowers and bees all over them.  Nice.
	“Are you going to fuck me?” the little girl asked.
	Auggie smiled and nodded.  Sitting on his knees, naked, he stroked his mighty manhood and ogled ‘Lizbeth’s nakedness (after removing her panties.)
	“Have you been “fucked” before?” he asked curiously.  The level of capture was nearly nil.  Thankfully, though, her friends, Alice and Beth were still held.
	“Not really.” She answered.
	“You have a naughty brother?”
	“No, a horny one.”
	August chuckled, “And what does the horny brother do?”
	“He likes to rub his pee-pee against my butt.”
	August smiled and found the girl much more alluring.
	Elizabeth’s brother, Dillon, was a year older and steadfastly had a serious desire to hump his sister’s ass.
	“He plays with it alla the time!” she added.  But never got INTO ‘Lizbeth’s ass, hand, or mouth.
	“Is it going to hurt?” the girl asked.
	“Yeah, once.” August obliged her.  He firstly, though, like with Alice, went down on her to make her feel good and freak her out.  Aug could practically hear her young heart beating.  ‘Lizbeth held her legs back and made small breaths while she was licked out.
	Then,
	Surprisingly, the young Elizabeth Farvell was calm all the while the stranger licked out her pussy.  She squirmed, squealed, and enjoyed a mixture of emotions as never before had she been tantalized.
	“Does Daddy spank?” August wanted to know.
	“Yep!”
	Sometimes with her pants on, sometimes with her pants down.  Never bare ass, though.  What a shame.
	‘Lizbeth DID, however, see brother get a bare ass beating—for lying, cheating at school, and going in the house naked.
	After much ado about licking, the naughty naked man with a raging hard-on much bigger than Dillon’s pressed said hard-on much bigger than Dillon’s against Elizabeth’s well licked cunt.  The girl clinched up—it was an involuntary response and so was allowed.

	Up and down—up and down—up and down did the naked naughty man rub his prick before gouging.  
	“Oh My God!” exclaimed Elizabeth—and August had barely begun entry.  The girl squirmed and clenched up tighter all the more—it was a new experience for her (sadly, not so for the Moone.)
	Elizabeth reminded him of Carly (Tobile).  She was fearful, but that couldn’t be helped.  She was curious, concerned, but not out of control.  Auggie took his time and carefully entered where no dick had entered before.  The young girl gasped, clenched her hands tight to the back of her knees and was in total awe as the head of the man’s dick and a bit of shaft entered into her sex.
	“OH!  MY GOD!” uttered the girl; she fluttered her eyes, mouth open wide, and was penetrated.  Auggie didn’t even feel the busting of the girl’s virgin protector.  Most of his manhood slid into the girl and he made slow-steady pumpings.
	“Are you going to kidnap us?”
	August didn’t like being interrupted whilst he was humping—but he was humping slow anyways and found the interrupting question kind of moot—she and her little friends had already been kidnapped.
	“Well, yeah—sort of.”
	Elizabeth clenched, winced, made a face as even more of Auggie’s shaft entered her.
	“Well,” she said catching her breath, “there’s something you should know.”

*

	“And what’s that?”
	“We’ve each got trackers.”
	GPS trackers installed on the person to be tracked—usually on a watch, bracelet, necklace, or glued somewhere surreptitiously unseen by a kidnapper.  August wondered about that but had always somehow forgotten to check those he had absconded away with.  Those he had in his possession obviously didn’t have such devices or Johnny Law and his cohorts would be at his door.
	He finished his deed squirting a small load into the girl’s cunt and the rest onto her smooth hairless pussy.
	“What’s that?” the girl asked after the deed was done.
	“Cum.” August supplied her, “sperm.”  “spunk.”  “spodie-odie.”

	‘Lizbeth’s pussy was sore (and sticky).  She was a little grossed out and a lot sore—but not too overly afraid.  There was a slight worry about being killed; Auggie soothed her with moving his hand thru her hair and cooing,
	“Do as you’re told and you can go home.” Then he turned her over and did her up the butt.

	A little tongue action, fingering, and some spittle paved the way for the anal intrusion.  It was a guess that the girl’s brother seriously wanted to “do her up the butt” but August saw by his quirky minding device that he wouldn’t be able to initiate such a cause—he couldn’t implant the notion to allow the girl to allow her brother backdoor access.  It would have to wait.
	“In the butt” was a little tighter than “in the cunt”.  August didn’t mind but Elizabeth wriggled about so—he slapped her hips and ass and dramatically shoved his meat stick into her causing her grief.
	“OW!” she cried out, “THT HURTS!” she was close to breaking down and sobbing and Auggie didn’t want that.  He pumped slowly and without so much vigor and vim.  ‘Lizbeth calmed down and August made near full anal penetration.  He humped a good hump squirting a bit of ball juice before succumbing to near exhaustion.
	The GPS tracking devices the girls had were in their watches.  August removed them then returned to his shenanigans with Alice.  Elizabeth was pretty much on her own will—she cleaned herself up, got a soda from the mini fridge, then sat quietly watching the naughty naked man do his thing with Alice.
	“She talks like she’s had sex with a boy but I don’t think she has.”
	“She hasn’t.” August assured Elizabeth.
	“How can you tell?”
	Aug smiled and beckoned the naked wonder over and schooled her on “virgin” and “non-virgin.”  A fair amount of caressing of the girl’s bum went on during the schooling, too; along with more Q&A—not so much about herself but what she knew of her friends.
	Alice claimed to have had sexual relations with as many as five boys by name.  Evidence of a virgin cunt suggested otherwise.  Under questioning via the minding device—Alice revealed truthfully that she had NOT engaged sexually with any boy—any how.  No handjobs, blowjobs, rubs, nothing.  She had seen boys at summer camp naked, skinny dipping boys, boys pissing in the woods—but no sexual contact.

	Beth Cosworth, however, HAD had sex with a boy—AND a girl!
	Oh!
	Elizabeth had no idea.  The boy was Jonathan Leevings, Elizabeth knew him, he was a year older and in the 6th grade.  Nice boy, sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and everyone liked him.  He played soccer, had good clothes, his parents were nice and threw parties for his classmates, and Beth had had sex with him.
	More than once, too.
	Backyard at night; in his garage while his parents were home; in her parents’ garage while her parents were not home; in her bedroom; in the woods by their homes (once from each place); and once at school on a dare.
	Oral?  Anal?
	Oral—anal.
	Once only for each—Beth didn’t like sucking dick and liked less taking it in the ass.  Beth, too, was an avid masturbator AND had been caught by her Mom and Dad—once each.  Mom merely chastised her while Dad got embarrassed and shied away from her for days.  Then she was caught with Amber Detmore.  Naked they were, laying side by side on Beth’s bed fingering and kissing.
	Mommy went ballistic and spanked both girls and Beth was grounded for a month (Elizabeth and Alice couldn’t even visit and they were best friends.)  “So THAT’S what happened!” ‘Lizbeth said, “She told us she had the flu.”
	“Are you curious about licking out a girl’s pussy?”
	Elizabeth had never given it thought.
	So, while Elizabeth gave her first oral job to a girl’s pussy—Beth’s, Auggie shoved his fuck meat into ‘Lizbeth’s asshole continuing her sex education.

	‘Lizbeth wasn’t too much into cunt munching—nor that much into cocksucking for that matter.  And with her pussy and asshole sore she wasn’t sure if she liked sex overall period!
	“It gets better.” August assured her.  –and he wondered how she would like sucking off a horse, or a goat?  And how would she like to be gangbanged by several boys?  How would she to suck those boys, lick their cornholes and BE licked out herself?
	Before those answers could be answered—
	KNOCK!  KNOCK!  KNOCK!
	‘Someone’s knockin’ at the door!  I’ll get it!’

*

cumming together for the greater cause of national orgasm week
	Jim Soakem noted the Nun—mostly ‘cause she looked so out of place, ‘why the fuck was she out so far from town?’ she stood out like a sore thumb.  There was an old grungy camper that was squeaking and a brand new 5th wheel truck w/o trailer.  On his clipboard was info about a boy scout/girl scout jamboree in the area; be on the lookout for moonshiners and their still; lost/missing children; strangers.
	Jim Soakem was in his early thirties and only a little over a year into being a county park and recreation ranger.  He wanted to be a cowboy but horses thought otherwise.  Didn’t make the cut for national space administration; flunked philosophy and every other class of –ophy.  But he liked being outdoors—except in winter and especially in snowy locales.
	So after putting on the ranger uniform he got assigned the flatland of the tri-county area where humidity was a near constant.  It snowed “every once in awhile” during a fluke of nature.
	Jim’s next gripe was being saddled with Kandy Hopper, Kandy with a K.  She was alright—for awhile.  Then after “awhile” it was determined that Kandy, with a K, was a bitch.  She talked too much, she gossiped a lot, and wouldn’t let Jim drive the truck OR talk on the radio.  
	Kandy Hopper was pretty—sort of; had a strange accent pinning her to the Northwest section of the country; but entwined in that New England voice was a twangy southern voice as well as an Okie voice.  She was short; slenderly built with pleasing breasts that jiggled when the truck rolled over rough road.  The woman was sort of nice—but had a bitchy side, too.
	And yeah, Jim Soakem wanted to fuck her brains out.
	After a day of roaming about checking out various places where there was the likelihood of a moonshine operation (and finding none) the EMAD detector in the ranger truck went off.  Somewhere—somewhere close, an electronic mind altering device was in use.  Kandy Hopper wanted to nail the operator of such a device—she made it her daily goal.
	At a gravely pullout off of the rural route three vehicles were parked—too close together to determine which one was operating a minding device.  A station wagon, a grimy camper truck, and a brand new 5th wheel truck w/o trailer.  
	“Odds are on the camper.” stated Kandy.
	Jim thought the new rig might be the culprit.
	“Stay here,” I’ll check it out.”

	Jim was getting enough of “stay here, I’ll check it out.” He had written up a report about his comrade—he was supposed to every so often to turn into their superiors.  The report didn’t paint a nice picture of Kandy Hopper—but she didn’t make it easy.
	She took a portable radio, the stun gun, and EMAD deterrent.
	Some bumper stickers were affixed to the old late model Country Squire Shit Box:
	“Si hoc signum legere potes, operis boni in rebus Latinis alacribus et fructuosis potiri potes!”  (If you can read this sign, you can get a good job in the fast-paced, high-paying world of Latin!)
	“In hoc signo vinces.” (Under this sign (the cross of God) thou shalt conquer.
	“Nuns do it every day!” (pray)
	“Veritas Vos Liberabit” (The Truth Shall Set You Free)
 	“O diem praeclarum!” (Oh, what a beautiful day!)
	“Sic transit gloria mundi” (thus passes the glory of the world)
	“Errare humanun est - sed perseverare diabolicum” (mistakes are human, but to continue making mistakes is devilish)
	“Vincit omnia veritas” (The truth conquers all)
	And here are some other Latin phrases:
	“Quod me nutrit me destruit” (What nourishes me destroys me; kind of like the more you care about something the more potential it has to cause you pain)
	“cacatne ursus in silvis?” (Does a bear shit in the woods?)
	“Derevaun seraun” (The end of pleasure is pain)
	“Quod licet bovi, non licet bon jovi” (If a cow can do it, it doesn't mean bon jovi can do it) 
 	“Latine dictum, sit altum videtur” (What’s said in Latin always seems to be more interesting. 
 	“Pax” and  “In aeternum” (“Peace” and “In eternity”; supposed secret greeting for Opus Dei) 
 	“Opus Dei” (The work of God) 
 	“Amo, amas.” (I love a lass.)  (well don’t we all!?)
 	“Utinam barbari alum tuum invadant!” (roughly “May barbarians invade your armpits!”) 
 	“Sed semper ubi sububi in caput meum!” (But I always wear my underwear on my head) 
 	“Visne saltare?  Hylobates Fungosam’ scio” (Do you want to dance?  I know the “Funky Monkey”) 
 	“Veni, Vidi. Flati!”  (I came, I saw, I farted)

	and my personal fav:  “a fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi” (The modern version would either be “between a rock and a hard place” or “a precipice in front, wolves behind”!)
	Ranger Kandy Hopper discovered that the station was of the local Catholic church and the Sister who drove it was—was—well, “bears aren’t the only ones who “do it” in the woods!”
	Hopper went on to peck on the door of the camper finding two adult lovers in the heat of being two adult lovers in heat.  No electronic minding device there!  Drawing her stun gun she moved to peck on the door of the new rig.
	Jim stood on the other side of the ranger truck taking a piss—and noted movement out in the bush.  The area was with waist high grasses, small ponds that were kinda stinky, a few trees here and there—and over there, lots of dead trees and thusly lots of logs lain scattered all over the place.  Out towards where three dead trees of unknown type came to crisscross one another there was movement.  It got Ranger Soakem’s attention and off he went to investigate—never noting his compadre being swept up into the 5th wheel tow vehicle.

Sister Suzie
	Not only do bears, squirrels, those cute little chipmunks, and deer crap in the woods—so do Sister Suzie (Susan) of Perpetual Life Catholic School.  Sister Suzie was a young nun, and it was a new era of sisters in the Catholic society—they wore trendy but modest clothing but still distinctive revealing to all who they were and what they represented.
	Sister Suzie was still a novice nun; she had come to the countryside after a stint in a city diocese.  She had started out in life as a country girl and the city life was a bit of a stretch.  
	The young nun wasn’t alone; there were two others—but they were not nuns but children.  Sister Suzie had just completed her “business” and came up to Stephanie Vehement and Lonnie Nadden who had also been doing “business.”
	As Ranger Soakem looked on (spying) there was more “business” to be had.  Sister Suzie gently led the two youngsters further into the woods—out of sight.  
	Just where there was a small ring of misplaced eucalyptus trees and one cypress Sister Suzie and the children with her were enjoying the sunshine—ah natural like.  Ranger Soakem almost lost his breath when he saw the two little ones naked.
	Ranger Soakem lost his mind when he saw the Sister naked.

	Sister Suzie enjoyed her life as a nun; it wasn’t hard work, she got along with everyone—‘except Mother Superior.  Getting on Mother Superior’s good side was an effort.  Suzie worked with children, she read to the disabled, and helped organize activities for children.  She was young, some years away from gouging her way thru her thirties.  There was, of course, a former life of the young woman—and here it is:

*

sightfull insight sinfully sinning
	A gentle warm night; the bugs and other pesky insects were at bay; there was the moon—not full but it was there shinning down thru the scattered clouds.  In the distance the rumblings of city life filled the air.  It was a good night for hanky-panky.  However, it wasn’t turning out so well—
 	“Little prick!"  Suzie said to herself; then giggled at the truth to the statement.  The night was the night she was going to fuck her boyfriend’s brains out—giving that come the new morning she was off to higher learning at a Catholic school.  Only Lucas got a rambunctious in his pants and unleashed his love cream therein.  Lucas was seventeen and twenty-two year old Suzie that the teenager would have a better love tool than that.
 	The boy muttered a quick apology; was sheepish and the moment was spoiled.  “Sorry, Suze,” he said being all kinds of embarrassed, “it went off on its own.”
 	Susan let it go—inasmuch as Lucas had “let it go.”  She was naked, indignified, vulnerable, and seriously horny.  Slowly she pulled her errant lover onto her—it would be a long-long time before she got any nookie and so she had to make the best of it no matter what.
 	Caressing the teen’s back she lightly grinded herself into him; Lucas was already sweaty grinding his meat against her hungry sex.  They kissed—it was sloppy but Suzie would take what she could get.  Slowly she caressed his backside, his ass, and manipulated her legs about his waist.
 	‘Fuck me!  Fuck me HARD!’ she tried to convey.  She felt her sex breathing, sweating, and submitting to a fiery burst of orgasmic bliss.  Suze was under the impression that teenage boys kept their hard-ons after cumming.  Maybe not so.  Or maybe not Lucas and his “little prick.”  Suze made the discovery of Lucas’ tiny schlong while he grinded against her—she snaked her hand between the heaving sweaty bodies finding the petite pete(r) and no amount of stroking was getting it any harder.

 	Lucas grinded and grinded; his mouth went from hers to her on fire titties and he slobbered all over them.  To some women, getting their titties sucked was a turn on.  Not so for Susan.  She wanted pleasure between her legs.  All that was happening with Lucas was his cock was apparently getting smaller!
 	When a church bell across the great central park tolled midnight,
	“I’ve got to go!” Susan erupted, “Six AM comes quick!”
	‘So did I.’ drawled Lucas to himself.
 	Suze wasn’t pissed at him but disappointed.
 	At home, her parents’ home, she sat on her bed horny beyond belief. 
 	Laying back on her bed allowing her hands to slide over her nakedness caress her firm body she only intensified her desires.  Lucas’ cum was still on her pussy.  Her pussy quaked, quivered, and was greatly unsatisfied.  Moving a hand up breasts she brought the intensity of sexual desires seething throughout her young body.
 	Her other hand got busy, too; fingering her pussy.  Her pussy nearly exploded with orgasmic quivers at the mere touch.  Tiny bumps appeared all over her body; her asshole clenched and soon her legs were flying open as her fingers got “busier” betwixt her legs.
 	“Mmmm.  God damn it, I need a cock! 
	Turning over she “got after it” and frigged her cunt into sheer ecstasy.  The hand that had been feeling out her breasts went to spank herself, squeeze her ass and diddle her hole.  Suddenly she heard a noise from downstairs.
	Her parents?
	Her brother, Aaron?
 	She waited, pausing in her pleasing of herself, then discovering her need to pee—and need to find out who was home (early.)  She hoped it was Aaron—he was almost sixteen; he had a “surfer’s body”; complete with hair, teeth, sea blue eyes, an earring, and was working on building his body.
	In the hall bathroom she peed out a storm—all the while grinding her hand against her inflamed mound.
 	Her thighs quivered as her orgasm began to thrive and thrive well.
	Suddenly, there was Aaron at the door.
	“Oh, shit—sorry—sorry!” he said backing up.
	“No!  Wait!” Suzie said almost desperately.  “Is Mom and Dad home?”
	“Shit, no way, they at that Canasta thing.”
	“Right,” drawled Suzie, “hope they here in the morning when I leave.”
	“Keep hoping.” returned drawled Aaron.
	Suzie giggled—then opened her legs looking almost longingly at her brother.  Sure they had fucked around before—literally.  He first started out in her mouth, then her ass.  Then, with the assurance of having his weenie wrapped they had out and out sex.
	Not once, not twice, not three time but many times—the naughty incestuous siblings found love whenever the time suited them—usually when Mom and Dad weren’t home (and sometimes when they were!)
	Suze stepped into the shower; Aaron had seen many showers—his friends, relatives, television shows—none were as sexy as the hall bathroom.  It had been redone—the backing tile was kind of yellowish—kinda.  There were leaf designs in the 1-foot squares that were almost bronze-like.  The lighting also made the shower sexy; a recessed light that was a curious yellow that was supposed to be some sort of energy saving soft light.
 	Maybe it was the few beers and joint Aaron had had with his friend, maybe it was the fact that he had the sincere hornies for his sis he regarded as a babe; maybe it was ‘cause he knew that after tomorrow it would be a helluva long time before he would get to do her (as she was going into the nunnery and nuns were known to be kinda unsexual—Aaron pulled his shirt off, pushed down his pants and underwear then stepped into the shower.
 	Nothing was said—what was there to say?  “Hey!  You’re hot!” and “Damn, you look good!”  and “It still doesn’t matter you’re my sister!”  They embraced and came together as one; Aaron put his mouth to his sister the soon-to-be-sister and kissed her deeply.  His tongue raced about inside her mouth mingling with hers; their bodies embraced tighter and their incestuous bodies began to meld.
 	Suze returned her brother’s kiss and slid a hand to his throbbing manhood—it was much-much better cock than that lame ass Lucas Bonehard.  With an expert hand she began working his cock slowly; squeezing tenderly with a thumb thumbing his piss slit. 
 	Aaron moaned into her mouth and ran his hands all over her backside; their bodies blended they began to hump with Suzie working his cock down to her love trench.  Aaron was a head taller, more slender, and still a teenager but he knew how to make love—no, he knew how to fuck.  And he knew how to do it right and not be so awkward and clumsy about it.
 	With reckless abandon did Suze work her brother’s prick into her sex; Aaron had lowered himself to get the proper angle of the dangle and make dutiful insertion.  Suzie almost exploded right then and there.

 	“OH!” she screamed out—“YES!” she continued.
 	Aaron reached his hands down to her ass and began to massage her flesh.  His knees were bent, his body against his horny sister’s rinsed body; their passion just beginning to heat up and the name of God, the Son, and the Holy Ghost being called out until the water temperature began to change.
 	With Suzie’s back to the wall, her legs about her brother’s waist, the fuck of their lives began.  They kissed passionately with the intensity of their illicit love escalating off the scale.  Their mouths tried to encompass the other—at some times during their illicit union one of them would giggle.  Or fart.  Or pee.  Mostly giggle.  
 	“Oh God!”  Suzie screamed breaking the lip bond, “I gonna fucking cum!”
 	“Yeah,” blurted the heaving Aaron, “me, too!”
 	Neither gave thought one to the fact that Aaron didn’t have his weenie wrapped.  Oh well.
 	The humping continued intensely for another minute—Aaron had blasted a wad, strained his prick and continued to shoot massive wads of pent up cum.  Sister Suzie twitched and shuddered as rivers of orgasm seethed thru her young body.
 	“Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!” she yelled clutching at her naughty brother totally melting until she was well spent.
 	Aaron lay pinned exhaustingly against her, caressing her breasts before sliding down to his knees.  He was fascinated by her pussy—it was shaven and the pretties thing he had ever seen.  It made him smile and to it he put his tongue lapping up the juices she was spilling—never minding the fact that SOME of those juices were his.
 	Grabbing her ass he pulled himself to her dripping snatch box and “got busy.”  Inserting his tongue into her love canal the girl squealed, squirmed, and cummed.  
 	Grinding hard against her brother’s face, the sister soon to be “sister” gasped for breath; her entire body was being ravaged just from Aaron’s tongue action!  Her nipples were on fire!  Her pussy was seriously on fire; she bucked into Aaron’s face and then he he jammed a finger up her ass.
  	Aaron was good; his tongue skillfully worked her into a cum fit tizzy.  
 	“Like that, bitch?” he scoffed.
 	Suzie fingered her sopping wet pussy, tweaked her hardened nipples, she wished she would have known earlier then she wouldn’t have wasted her time with What’s-his-face.

 	After more kissing, ass grabbing, dick playing, 
 	“Now it's your turn!” Suzie said with a whimsical and devilish smile.
 	Kneeling down, Suzie took her brother’s dangling member and kissed the head.  Her tongue lolled about the piss slit then rolled about the super soft crown—meanwhile, her cunt juices still flowed from her still fired up cunt.
 	Opening her mouth she playfully flicked her tongue at her brother’s saucey dong; she covered the head and base with kisses, teasing him relentlessly.  Running her tongue around the head she began to suck gently, then more firmly and then gently again on the tip before sliding her mouth down the length of his shaft.
	“YEAH!” Aaron shouted, “Oh fuck yeah!” 
 	Inasmuch as her brother was good at teasing her cunt, Suzie was good at teasing his cock.  She began massaging his balls and with her delicate touch it drove the young man crazy.  His cock swelled in her mouth and juts of spunk began to spew forth.
 	Suzie continued sucking until the last bit of jiz was swallowed.  Then she continued to suck his dick a little more, raking her teeth up and down the shaft until the poor boy couldn’t take it anymore and pulled out.  Tugging his skin tube tight he placed his pud against his sweet (but naughty) sister’s face and began to face fuck her.
 	“Fuck!” cried out Aaron, “Fuck me if that don’t feel good!”
 	They got out of the shower and embraced some more, more kissing, and then came to lay on the floor—Aaron on his back and Suzie on top of him.  She wriggled her cock hungry cunt—grinded her cock hungry until she finally got her baby brother hard—again.
 	Aaron focused on his sister’s bouncing tits.  He fondly remembered when they first sprouted—and she let him feel of them.  She let him finger her pussy and watch her pee as they were kids (pretty much what they did now.)
 	Suzie rode her brother—rode her brother—rode her brother until his cum squirter was definitely hard enough to break bricks.  Then she expertly rose up and slid her sex down onto his shaft.
 	“FUCKING-A, SON-OF-A-FUCKING-BITCH!” Aaron blasted.  The feeling of his dick in his sister’s cunt was the most amazing thing—ever!  His hands clenched the girl’s ass and his cock pounded steadily into her snatch.  Suzie responded by clenching her poon and increasing temp.
 	Aaron was brought to the brink of orgasmic blast but stumbled on actually blasting.  His cock swelled, his balls clenched and try-try-try as he might he couldn’t blast off.

	Suzie slowed and lay on her brother, kissing him, tweaking (twisting) his own nipples finally laying down on him.  Aaron stopped pumping so hard and placed his hands onto his sister’s ass; a new phase of lovemaking ensued and it was better than anything they had ever done before.

*

	Sister Suzie looked hot—she must have been as she was naked!  The youngun’ with her must have been hot, too—they were also naked.  Ranger Soakem stroked his cock and watched being very curious—very curious.  It was most unbecoming of a nun—but it was interesting!
	After basking nudely in the sun for a few minutes, Lonnie Nadden (9yrs) blatantly pissing away with Stephanie Vehement also pissing away (and also nine yrs), the children were brought together with Stephanie laying down and Lonnie laying on top of her.  Sister Suze caressed Lonnie’s ass and fingered herself instructing/schooling the naked children on the wonders of sex.  Both children giggled and Ranger Jim Soakem was entranced.
	Meanwhile—
	Kandy Hopper (Junior Ranger bitchface) was in peril.  She couldn’t thrash about, although she wanted to; she couldn’t scream out, although she wanted to; and she couldn’t understand to any level of comprehension what was happening to her.  	
	Slowly, though, her senses came back to her—
	There was a man—he was naked.
	There were three little girls—also naked.
	There was herself—somewhat naked.
	It was only a guess but Kandy quickly deduced that she had been the victim of a mind altering device (electronical).  She had detected such a device but hadn’t been able to detect “where” such a device was or disable it.  Her boots were off; her pants and underwear were at her ankles with her legs tied back exposing herself wholly.
	Her uniform shirt was undone with undershirt pulled up and bra snipped to expose her 28Bs.  Then, her own handcuffs were used to confine her wrists behind her.  She could struggle but it did no good and a gag in her mouth prevented her from calling out for her partner.
	And just where the hell WAS her partner?  Shouldn’t he be concerned of her whereabouts?  Kandy determined that if she got out of the predicament she was in—Jim Soakem would be fired!

	But before Jim Soakem could be fired—
	The naked man who wore only a diver’s watch strangely “went down” on her.  Kandy tried to slam her legs shut but they were tied by rope and so her efforts were nil.  All Kandy managed to do was cause more discomfort to herself.  The man tongued her pussy, nipped the lips, and began bringing her to a state of arousal Kandy wanted to deny.
	The man came up to her face saying,
	“If you don’t settle down—it’ll only get worse for you.”
	Kandy blinked her eyes, ‘how much worse could it get?’
	Of course, she didn’t really want to know—and of course, she already had experienced a previous episode of which she asked the same question.  The man returned to eating out her pussy, shoving a finger into her asshole and Kandy’s mind returned to another time when—

*

the camping episode
	Years earlier when Kandy Kopper was a mere teenager there was an episode that forever changed her.  Every Summer, sometimes in the Fall, Winter, and Spring, too, Kandy and her brother Kurtis went hiking.  A week was the usual.  Kurtis was a year older at sixteen and the two had been hikers since they could walk.
	The Northwest area of their neighborhood was their general hiking area, meeting with their parents at a staging area where there would be more hiking, canoeing, hang-gliding, something like that.  The pair carried cell phones, emergency beacons and flares, and portable two-way radios.  However, electronic communication devices seldom worked well in some of the areas the pair went off into—usually they trekked along a river or thru some dense forest and communication was a bit of try in those locales.
	That one Summer—
	Kandy and Kurtis had a pretty good relationship; non-sexual.  In their early years, yeah—sure, they had fooled around experimental-like; “touchy-feely” and “enhanced touchy-feely.”  For the most part they enjoyed looking at one another’s private parts; the touchy-feely was merely fondling one another’s private parts and the “enhanced touchy-feely” was rubbing those private parts against each other.
	As they got older modesty kicked in and they didn’t “rub” but still was ok with seeing one another naked—and peeing in the woods, masturbating in the woods, skinny dipping in the woods…

	On the early afternoon of the third day of their five day trek to the staging area—four men came suddenly out of the woods accompanied by an Alaskan doggie who quickly brought the teens to a quick halt faster than the sudden presence of the men.
	The men were armed; one a shotgun, the others equipped with rifles.
	Kurtis had a flare gun, a hunting knife, and even a stun gun (to ward off aggressive animals.)  Kandy had same, plus a rape whistle and an EMAD deterrent with an ear piercing panic/attacker device.
	Two of the men were holding some sort of burlap bag—it contained a deer.  The men, as a whole group, were poachers.  They also had a bear.  The men looked rough; beards, hats, clothing—all putting them more fittingly in the late 1800s era, hunters and explorers.  The men spoke roughly and with a discernible accent pitting them as Southerners somewhere around the deep South.  That mentality, too—and one had a bit of Cajun in him, too.
	When it looked like Kurtis was going to try something—when it was clear that moving past the men (and their dog) wasn’t going to be easy, one of the men leveled his rifle at the boy and it began.
	It happened so fast—but also was seen in slow motion:  Kurtis was put to his knees and they were bound together tightly with rope—and the rope was tied securely to his bound hands behind him.  Sister Kandy was told blatantly to take off her clothes.
	When she didt right off do so—one of the men put his rifle to her brother’s head.  Kandy got the message and under dire duress peeled off her clothes.  The girl was scared and pissed at the same time, plus worried about her brother—then worried about herself.  That last worry was a dousy—she knew that she was going to be raped.  She hoped they didn’t kill her ‘cause she wanted to live long enough to see the bastards hung by their balls…
	As Kandy peeled off her clothes the gaggle of men made catcalls, made crude remarks, and began peeling out of their clothes, too.  Kurtis made a play to do something and was knocked in the head by the butt of the rifle that had been leveled at his head.  Kandy screamed and a partially naked scummy man leveled his rifle at her.
	“You bes’ settle down, missy.” and he seemed deadly serious.
	“Please don’t hurt us.” Kandy begged—she meant, ‘please don’t kill us.’ Along with, ‘please don’t rape us (me).’
	“So long as you do as yer tolt to do, missy!” strongly said another man.  He was already completely naked and stroking his manly manhood.
	“W-what-what do you want me to do?” a frightened and concerned Kandy asked—although she secretly already knew.

	And she was right!
	On her knees she serviced the horrid men; Kurtis lay still (unconscious) on the forest floor while one by one the men came to get their Southern schlong slurped on.  One man stood behind the girl jamming her asshole with the barrel of his rifle (the non-human one) prompting the girl to do the servicing.
	Kandy gagged, retched, and choked as she sucked the men off.  Each man delivered a nasty gob of goo into her mouth, then face fucked making her suck his hairy musty mangy balls, too.  More emotions filled the teenager; a high state of fear mixed with a high state of pissed offedness.
	When the men had all gotten off in Kandy’s mouth, they shared some whiskey from a bottle and had Kandy drink, too.  Then one of the men poured the whiskey onto Kandy’s asshole—one of the men with an erection still going jammed his cock into the girl’s shitter and fucked heartily.
	It had been a long while but Kandy HAD sucked her brother’s dick.
	When she was ten years young and Kurtis was eleven, and it was his birthday—so she let her birthday brother get in her ass.  Then once in a while she let him hump her backdoor just for the hell of it or when he was seemingly extra horny and humping against her ass flesh just wouldn’t do it.
	But as they both got older they curbed those incestuous feelings and settled for mutual masturbation or privately.  Kandy loved her brother and would do anything for him—but there were limits.
	After the first man got his rocks off—the others took their turn then peed on her ass, asshole, pussy, tits, and face.  Somewhere along the way she just sort of kind of blanked out.  When she nextly awoke, Kurtis was nearby screaming thru the gag in his mouth.  He was screaming because the poachers were taking turns at raping his sister…

	The sun began to set, the air began to chill; a host of clouds came up to the brunt of the nearby mountains threatening to thunder up a storm; somewhere out in the deep woody gorges a creature stirred and made a mournful sound.
	The sound of the creature carried up the rocky canyon ways almost dissipating by the time it reached the poacher’s camp.  Only Jessie Harddon heard the strange sound—and he couldn’t make much of it what he heard and surmised that it was merely the wind.
	Yeah, the wind.
	For the next trick for brother and sister Kurtis and Kandy—

	Kurtis was a little delirious—he had been clocked on the head rendering him so.  Kandy was brought right up to him and the scruffy poachers had their fun making crude, lewd, and rude comments.  
	“Man, that was good pussy!”
	“That ass was good, too!”
	“Bitch knows how to fuck!”
	“Sucks good dick!”
	The men held the girl firmly; fondling her breasts, fingering her pussy, squeezing her ass, presenting her to her brother who had blood on one side of his face.  And despite the head injury--Kurtis got wood.
	The group of vile men got the boy out of his clothes,
	“Give him a stroke, sissy!” said one of the vile men, the other chimed in giving their continuing rude comments taunt the girl to “grip” her brother’s cock and play with it.  A belt lashed her ass when she refused.  Kurtis looked awful, his eyes were glazed over and there was the distinct possibility that he had a severe head injury.  Regardless, he recognized the girl before him as nude and that gave him a boner.
	Kandy stroked her brother’s cock, fondled his balls, and got lashed across the ass again when she refused to reveal her sexual activity—
	“You and your brother fuck?”
	“You suck your brother’s cock?”
	“You give your pussy to your brother?”
	“Bet she spreads for her Daddy!”
	Kandy got pissed but was too well restrained to do much.  Three men were required, however, to hold her still while the fourth took great pleasure in bringing a thick and wide belt to the teen’s ass and legs.
	When she had calmed down some many minutes later—
	“Suck him!” said one of the men, “Or we’ll rip the hide right offa you!”
	Kandy was much like her brother, delirious.  She did realize, though, that it WAS her brother.  She was not opposed to sucking her brother off but not with anyone present.  Kurtis’ cock was not strikingly hard but did so after only a couple of Ups and Downs of Kandy’s sweet cocksucking mouth.
	“Looky ‘ere,” said one of the vile men, “motherfucker gettin’ into it!”
	And Kurtis Hopper was—his cock had sprung to a mighty stiffness and the boy had begun to pump into his terrified/delirious/pissed off sister.  The men (vile) whooped it up, masturbated, rubbed against the girl, and peed on her.
	Minutes later and Kurtis came off into his sister’s mouth.

	Each man thereafter stuffed his prick into Kandy’s mouth making her suck them until they got off.  She was face fucked, spanked, and then sodomized repeatedly until the cocks could not get hard again.
	“Sonofabitch!” quipped one of the skuzzy men, but he couldn’t say more.  One of the men, Paul Verdome, stoked the fire, farted, spit into the fire and stood stroking his well pleased but aching and dirty cock.  Jessie Harddon broke out a fresh bottle of whiskey while Zack Miballz got out some Happy Smoke.
	Kandy lay on the ground, naked, bleeding, filled with cum barely conscious.  Kurtis had lost conscious and lay twitching every now and then.  The night came on quickly and with it a strange odor no one had known before—and only Andre Grier was aware of it.  At first he thought it was one of his vile buddies ripping one or someone was in serious need of a bath.
	But with his mind fucked up with booze and smoke he dismissed the strange odor quickly and fell away to an unconscious state of being.  Paul sat on a log, farting, grunting, and trying to stay awake for a reason he couldn’t come up with.
	Jessie stared at the naked girl but his mind was dull and quite numb.
	Zack took a long toke and then promptly fell off the rock he had been sitting on and lay still on the cold earth.  Only the dog, Nasty, was awake.  He curled up close to the fire and went to a so-so sleep.
	Close to midnight and that “odor” that was strange crept up close to the camp.  Nasty jumped up and began barking, growling, and doing what dogs do when confronted with an adversary.  Nasty was, however, smart enough to know not to fuck with a formidable adversary and settled for barking.
	“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” shouted Paul.
	Nasty gave a final blurting bark then curled up by the fire, his off-color Alaskan doggie eyes staring deep into the woods.
	“What the fuck’s wrong with you, Nasty?” Andre said standing up and pissing into the fire.
	“Motherfucker needs to get laid!” chortled Jessie.
	“Well, fuck, we’s got a bitch for ‘im right the fuck ‘ere!” said Zack.
	Kandy was only barely aware of being manhandled; her face was planted to the ground, her ass up, legs spread.  The men all took turns bare hand spanking her; they fingered both her pussy and asshole, rubbed her thighs and then—
	Once more Kandy Kopper felt penetration to her asshole.  She clenched and gyrated her ass trying to ward off the assault—then, then she saw the paws scratching at her sides.

	Delirious or not, Kandy knew what was happening and it was worse than being gangbanged by the horrid vile men—much worse.  Her hands were tied securely behind her; rope tied her ankles outward and Nasty the mixed up Alaskan doggie was “gettin’ some.”
	The act blew Kandy’s mind—she slung her head to try and clear it but it did no good—a dog’s dick was cramming/ramming its way into her asshole!  She cried.  There was no choice and she began to bawl.  The vile men surrounding her howled and egged Nasty on.  It may or may not of been the dog’s first time humping a human—he went after it like he knew how, though.  Doggie instinct?  His tongue lolled and dripped doggie drool all over Kandy’s backside; his paws’ claws scratched at Kandy’s sides and his doggie dick pierced hard into her already too well fucked asshole.
	Somewhere along the way (of being doggy styled) Kandy lost consciousness.  Nasty went on to hump until blasting a serious hot gooey wad of dog cum DEEP into the human bitch’s asshole.  The men were in their glory rolling and carrying on—Zack, the youngest of the vile men, sat watching in awe as Nasty’s nasty cum oozed out of the tortured teenager’s asshole.  Nasty himself sat off to one side licking his balls.

	How much time passed from when Kandy sucked his dick to when he was sinking his dick into her pussy he didn’t know but Kurtis Hopper wavering between levels of conscious realized he was fucking his sister—albeit surrounded by howling-jeering vile naked men.  Kandy thrashed beneath her brother—she was spread eagle with her arms and legs stretched out to the max but she thrashed just the same.
	Kurtis was easy—er, in that whatever was told to him he just did it.  No minding device needed—just a whop upside the head made him zombie-like and very willing to be submissive.  
	All the men had wood, they jeered and made crude comments with Jessie Harddon squatting on Kandy’s face, taking a handful of hair of Kurtis,
	“Suck me.” The vile man said.
	Kurtis languished in a nauseating sea of sickness—he slung his head once, twice, three times but then put his mouth down onto Jessie’s cock and began sucking it like he knew how.  Paul, Andre, and Zack all went ballistic, howling and screeching—it brought Andre to step up and get behind the pumping naked teenager and after a few failed attempts had made anal entry into Kurtis while he fucked his own sister and fucked him!
	Jessie didn’t cum off but Zack got into Kurtis’ mouth and did.
	Andre got off in Kurtis’ ass, too.

	By noon of the second day Kurtis was doing a little better, his head hurt terribly—but so did his dick.  The vile men fed him whiskey but mostly he ate out his sister’s pussy and sucked dick.  Kandy also was fed whiskey and dick—she began to languish more and more into delirium and was only mildly aware of the continuing horror.
	In the mid afternoon the final insult to Kandy Hopper’s humanity was dealt—the vile men’s nasty dog, Nasty, was positioned once more to her.  The Alaskan mixed dog firstly licked out Kandy’s cunt then was egged on and helped putting his doggie dick into her receptacle.
	Kurtis was beside him and hit the back by the butt of Jessie Harddon’s rifle.  Kurtis struggle to get his breath back; his eyes fluttered as excruciating pain thrived throughout his body.  Wriggling on the ground he watched as his sister was raped by Nasty.

	On the third day, time unknown, Kandy lay wallowing in the dirt with her brother fucking her pussy while one of the vile men slammed away in her ass—she also was sucking on the dick of Nasty the dog.  One man held her head in place while another held the dog in place.  Kurtis came off in her pussy and the man behind her did so as well—Kurtis cleaned off his spew from both places and then was sodomized by Paul and then Zack followed by Andre’s rifle jammed DEEP into the boy’s fucked rectum.
	Jessie took his turn in Kandy, fucking hard until he finally came off.  But he wasn’t through and put his squirter into Kurtis’ mouth making the boy suck while he was being sodomized by the rifle.  Kandy was positioned underneath her brother to suck his dangling nuggets.
	The man in Kurtis’ mouth didn’t cum; but Andre came to get sucked and did.  Kurtis retched, gagged, and spat out the goo.  The men howled and Kurtis had to tongue out his sister’s well fucked cunt.  Paul caressed the boy’s ass then applied the belt to it just to please himself before putting his dick into the boy’s distressed hole and when he came minutes later—Kandy had to lick her brother’s cummy fuck hole clean.

	“What the hell’s that?” a horrid odor wafted into camp shortly before midnight.  The air was cool and crisp and the night damn dark.  There was a moon but it was concealed behind a coverage of clouds.
	Jessie and Paul stood staring into the woods—
	“Somebody there?” called out Paul.
	“Something’s out there.” Jessie said—he saw movement.
	“Goddamn fucking bear or wildcat comin’ for our shit.” Paul meant the illegally shot/killed bear and dear.  He leveled his rifle into the darkness.

	Narrowing his eyes, Jessie thought he saw something lumbering just beyond the camp in the heavy woods.  He kicked Zack, “Git yer fuckin’ ass up!” he said in a low voice.
	As Zack moved, something out in the woods made a low guttural voice.
	“What the fuck?” Zack said.
	“Goddamn fuckin’ wildcat!” said Jessie.  “That what the fuck it is.”
	“A kittywampus!” giggled Andre standing up cocking his rifle.
	Either it was the words “kittywampus” or the cocking of the rifle but apparently one of those was the signal for suddenly a “something” not a kittywampus came rushing out of the woods bellering in a strange animalistic voice knocking Andre backwards careening into Zack knocking him into the campfire.
	There was no time to react—the monstrous creature was pissed and began tossing vile human men every whichway.  Young Zach went screaming all about the campfire as his body was on fire.  It apparently upset the monstrous woodsy creature—it yowled and grabbed the boy slamming him against a boulder where he then slumped to the ground lifeless.
	Jessie ran at the nearly seven foot tall creature with his rifle aiming to hit the massive hairy beast; the woodsy monster backhanded the naked man sending him backwards crashing into Andre.  Paul aimed his shotgun to the monster and fired both barrels.
	Wrong answer.
	The monster only got enraged more and grabbed the closest naked human and slammed him to the ground where that man gasped for breath.  Then the monster stomped on him.  Andre slung his shotgun at the monster—the monster grabbed the barrel and shoved with all his might sending the naked human backwards stumbling over camp gear.
	It was chaos.  The men were tossed about like weak wetted matchsticks.  The monster, a huge brown hairy thing not unlike the famed Sasquatch and Bigfoot creatures, was apparently unharmed by the numerous rifle and shotgun blasts—it only fueled his rage and he went berserk on their ass.
	At one point, Paul Verdome crawled up onto a nearby boulder, a hunting knife in one hand, preparing to leap at the best opportunity.  Kandy, though delirious and not quite herself, saw the man and called out to the brown haired creature, “LOOK OUT!”
	The creature looked to Kandy; Paul made his jump; the creature grabbed him in mid way throwing him like a football spike to the ground.  Paul twitched and gurgled blood in his mouth then laid still.

	Then something happened that Kandy couldn’t believe—
	Vile naked human, Andre, charged recklessly at the rather stinky creature.  And it was like a small compact car striking a brick wall at high speed.  But before Andre went down he was grabbed, whirled around and shoved to a small boulder that was “just the right height”.
	Then—THEN the creature got up against him and began to pump!
	Andre coughed, sputtered, and his eyes bulged near out of his head.  He was promptly (and properly) being sodomized by the woodsy creature and it wasn’t nice.  Jessie stumbled to the creature and was backhanded; the man fell onto the scattered fire and went racing about screaming trying to put himself out.  Kandy, unrestrained at this point, stood and picked up a half empty whiskey bottle and slammed it against the man’s head.  He dropped like a stone.  Kandy took a swig of the whiskey then stood watching the creature fuck the hell out of Andre Grier.

	The only survivors of the poacher’s encampment were Kandy and her brother.  After the creature had had his way with Andre, he dragged Paul’s body to the same rock and had his way him, too.  The smoldering body of Zack didn’t seem to bother the creature and he, too, was deeply sodomized.
	All four men were brutally raped; their bodies beaten into a pulp.  The creature stood facing Kandy who stood holding the whiskey bottle.  The creature was horrid, he stank to high heaven and was smeared with blood, cum, and shit.  The dog, Nasty, lay smoldering on the campfire adding to the horrid smell that would forever be a part of the clearing as well as a part of Kandy’s mindset and body.
	The creature grunted, farted, then squatted over Zack Miballz’s face and crapped a hearty woodsy crap on him.  After another grunt and a fart blast the creature stalked off and disappeared into the woods.
	Jessie Harddon was still alive—barely.  Zack was very much dead as was Andre.  Neither man could move—their arms and legs, pelvis, spirit well broken.  Kandy looked to her brother who by now had brain damage and clung to life.  After a hearty swig of whiskey—Kandy squatted over Jessie’s face and peed.  Then she picked up a rifle…

	That was seventeen years ago.  Since then she had pursued poachers with fervently with a great passion.  And it got to the point whereas she began to ruffle the feathers of sportsmen who were legally hunting and when she handcuffed a state senator, his family, it caused a big stink and Kandy Kopper was kanned—er, transferred so fast the wind was still whistling thru her hair days after.

	Slinging her head trying to clear she saw a man, a naked man, and three naked young girls.  ‘Oh, no—not again!’ she thought hard to herself.  The man had just finished humping her; he pawed at her breasts, fingered her pussy then worked a finger into her asshole before getting off a wall a metal mid-sized battery flashlight.  The flashlight with its diamond design casing was slid into Kandy’s asshole and worked-worked-worked.
	Then, to add to the horror, disgust, gall, and awe, one of the little girls was positioned on her.  Kandy knew that she could wrestle her way out of her own handcuffs, but she tried.  Her legs were spread and tied back under her secured to her cuffed hands.  The little girl was about eleven or so and seemed—dazed.  She was a pretty thing and obviously she had been drugged or more likely touched electronically.
	Once the child was on Kandy near pussy to pussy, the disgusting man began caressing the girl’s butt.  The flashlight was still in Kandy’s asshole.  He was a nice looking man, needed a shave, a little exercise, a haircut—but Kandy couldn’t determine his hair color, color of his eyes, or even if he was black or white or “other”!!  
	Whoever he was—he rubbed his hands all over the little girl, caressing, patting, and then spanking (but not hard.)  The flashlight in Kandy’s ass was a little uncomfortable—no, a LOT uncomfortable.  She wriggled and tried to “push” the metal turd out but it wouldn’t go.  Kandy then saw the man humping the ass of the young girl—Alice.
	The girl being humped made a few facial expressions—she was not so much under the effects of a minding device.  Kandy strained under the girl and strained being so restrained.  The man spanked Alice twice then turned her over, spreading her legs.
	“No, please—no!” begged Kandy.
	August looked to the woman, cocked his head then lightly laid his prick against Alice Blyne’s pussy—and lightly humped against the virgin’s pussy.  He was curious about the woman underneath; they locked eyes and August saw something in her eyes.
	With slow methodic pumps August made strides at penetrating the virgin Alice who claimed to have a sexual history.  He was as gentle as he could—but mostly his cock was on its own as his eyes were locked steadily onto Kandy’s eyes.
	Alice cried out; her pretty eyes bulged and August returned his attention to the young girl.  Smoothing his hands along her sides he tenderly soothed the girl; his cock was only in part way.  But as long as the super sensitive head was in that pretty much was all that mattered.

	Not really wanting to hurt the girl, Alice, August pulled out and humped against her pussy instead.  She needed proper breaking in—he had a small contingency of boys back at Moone Manor who would just LOVE to break the virgin in.
	Slowly he eased Alice off and positioned himself onto the ranger.  His cock went nicely into her sex; she was pissed-pissed-pissed and in no mood for his shenanigans.  But then again, she was in no position to fend him off, either.  August found her interesting, his cock filled her sex and gently he began pumping.  When he was all the way in—
	‘what else happened?’ sensing that there was more to Kandy’s story than what was already revealed.
	“Go fuck yourself!” Kandy spat.
	August smiled—‘remind me to spank you later, and brand, too.’
	Then he placed his hands to her head and as he continued to pump the woman’s gangbanged cunt he delved into her a little more.