August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Four
Dom’s Way Home

Unfinished business
	On the other hand, you have different fingers.
	*author’s note:  correction in Chptr Two; the story of Phil Bronston with his girls, Kelligh and Karrie Anne.  Inadvertently their names were switched during the course of their part in the story.  I’m sure, though, you were able to figure it out but I needed to make that correction regardless.  Thank you.*

	He was ALL the way in her.  ALL the way IN!  It was amazing—if not horrifying.  The cock would come out and rest on her cunt, then shove itself back into her asshole.  And though it was a horrible thing happening to his friend and he loathed it happening, the hiding Eric Bambly masturbated and did so with a strong urgence.  On the bed his friend Katey was once more being humped by her Grandpa.
	Katey’s legs were pushed back, her feet actually bracing against the wall above her head.  Her naughty oh-so naughty Grandpa had his cock thriving in her funk hole.  When he pulled out—it was awesome to see (for Eric) the girl’s shit hole was the size of a half dollar!
	Slowly, though, it closed.
	Katey’s legs came down and she breathed hard—her Grandpa breathed harder.  He hadn’t cum, though, but had no energy to continue to try.  Katey scooted out from under him and went into the bathroom and into the shower.  Eric stopped working his cock and had vile thoughts towards Katey’s gramps.

	Not far away from that trailer;
	The hour was late, the air cool, and the sweat plenty.  But like Grandpa Noah, the cum flow expected wasn’t happening.  Young Alex Rogan tried, though; and the mouth of which his cock tried in did its best, too.
	Maggie sucked on Alex’s cock, cupping his teenage balls and working his pud into a furious firm fuck stick.  But only a few minor juts of smegma squirted into her mouth.  He was empty.

	Behind Maggie, Alex’s little brother humped hard into her ass.  His hands clamped tightly to her ass he pumped—he was in fullness of glory; this after “busting” his brother and girlfriend making hay after the midnight hour.  Alex was miffed at his little pesky buttinsky brother.
	But Maggie was cool with it—the gleam in her eyes, her Devil’s smile, all told him that she was cool with it.  Alex was confused and didn’t know what to make of it.  Maggie hugged the little boy, caressing him and patting his bulge…
	How it all came to be Alex just wasn’t sure but it was clear that Maggie was in control.  There, too, was something about “if we don’t include him, he just might tell” Alex and Louis’ Mother—and that wouldn’t be good.  Maybe.
	Maggie had a way about her—a cocksucking way.  She also had some dynamite snapping pussy and Alex relented.  “It’s just sex.” Maggie told him.  “You’re my guy,” she said, “nothing wrong with a little hanky-panky among friends.”
	Couldn’t argue with logic like that.
	Maggie went down on Alex and Louis stripped off his clothes, positioned himself behind Maggie and “put it to her.”

*

42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot.	
Elsewhere in the park…
	“Out of town.” The comment made him roll his eyes.  This was getting beyond funny happenstance.  Of course, if the Subject was told ahead of time that his best friend was bringing special “gifts” and offerings then a more stringent effort to forgo overtime at work or take a job stint out of town.
	Gary, best friend of Mike and Linda, brought four “offerings.”  Gary made a note that Mike would just have to be clued in to be involved in the naughty shenanigans taking place at his very own home!  Something would have to be done to correct that.
	Mike and Linda’s own kiddos were “out”, too; naturally.
	The oldest offering was fifteen, the youngest was ten.  There, was a boy, too—he was twelve.  Linda’s pussy was already wet and she had ditched her panties when knowing Gary was coming—she knew he wouldn’t be coming empty handed.  She was so right!

	Sally Gray was a short fifteen year old—flaming red hair, fantastic smile, pleasing tits, tight pants.  Though fifteen, she looked twelve!  Very perky she was, nice dimples, out going, friendly, and ready to be fucked.
	Holly Shallman WAS twelve.  Blond hair in twin braids, smallish breasts, tight ass in rust colored pants.  A fresh face of lily white, perfectly straight white teeth.  
	Annie Retter was the youngest at ten.  Light brown hair, naïve and innocent, some titty—enough to get a palm about and squeeze.  Tight pants, too—too tight for her own good for the day and age of absolute perversions.
	Michael Yarny was the boy, he was twelve.
	Linda feasted over them all—especially Michael.
	One by one by one, the kids were undressed—Linda got in the act and took her fingers to Michael.  When she had his trousers down she went right to work on his cock.  It was not hard or anything, but the outline of it was there thru his underwear.  Linda clasped her mouth about the puddling and straightaway went sucking while caressing his ass.
	Meanwhile, Gary undressed Sally.

	Next door; 
	Karrie Anne buried her face into her pillow and though lo she was being beaten with a belt—her usual cries of torment were curbed.  Her usually lily white ass hard turned a tomato red—lashed repeatedly by her Daddy’s strap.  When there were signs from the thirteen year old that she was becoming “aware” of her abuse—Daddy Phil merely adjusted the key fob mind altering mini device.  It increased or decreased the amount of “awareness” a subject would endure.
	When his arm gave out from the beating, he stepped up to the girl’s burning ass.  He was already nude and took his throbbing erection to his teen daughter’s ass.  Once more he spanked—using his cock.  Karrie-Anne wriggled some and showed some emotional awareness of her plight.  Her Daddy let it be as it only filled him with even more sexual fulfillment.
	Finally, though, his cock began to spurt and it was time.  Karrie-Anne’s asshole was gleaming; he prefingered the hole, fingered her fuckable gonna-be-fucked cunt, then guided in slowly his fully engorged cock to her dirt hole.
	Karrie-Anne made more emotional awareness but her Daddy didn’t care and went fully into her anus, straightening out her poop chute.  The ride was on as Karrie-Anne became aware of being sodomized.

	Karrie-Anne’s arms, though, were already binded behind her, a gag was in her mouth, and her ankles splayed out with one to the footpost of her bed and the other to the bed rail.  She was in quite a fix and her Daddy liked it that way.
	A good steady pumping ensued—but at the end, Phil was just unable to produce his anal anointing cream.  He pumped hard and then harder, strained and strained harder—but no amount of pumping produced the end result he craved.
	He finally fell away on to the bed, his daughter very much aware thrashed in her bindings.  She managed to sit up and see her Daddy on the floor and realized that it was her who had sodomized her.  She was horrified and began to make very much a ruckus.
	To what end?
	Dom the Entity watched her as she freaked out and the bindings about her wrists and ankles began to cut into her skin.  Her Daddy furiously humped his cock but it refused to spurt the luscious liquid indicating the fullness of orgasm.
	‘calm yourself.’ Dom the Entity said.  It took a little doing to “calm” the girl, she was hysterical.  Phil had managed to relocate his mini EMAD, it was nothing more than a key fob, much like the ones used on modern vehicles to open doors and such from a distance.
	Together, with the unseen entity and Phil’s mini EMAD, Karrie-Anne became calm.  Phil lay in a massive heap on the floor still struggling to cum.  It wasn’t happening; he plucked up his daughter’s panties and sniffed the crotch, examined the panty and then put it around his throbbing/aching cock and masturbated.
	Still nothing.
	It was a struggle to sit up—let alone stand.  But soon he was and he left the room making way to the living room.  There, his youngest lay on the sofa where she had fallen asleep hours earlier.  She was clad in pajamas.  Optimum word here—was.  Naked Daddy Phil came up slowly to her, examined her—checking her sleeping status as well as just looking her over.
	With the mini EMAD device in hand he began lowering her pajama bottoms.  No panties.  Good girl!  It was a part of the “conditioning” he was working on on his girls—no panties when in the house.  Phil was having far better luck with Kelligh than with Karrie-Anne.  
	With the pajama bottoms down—and then off, he easily removed her pajama top then laid his throbbing still aching cock against her chest.  Then he climbed up on top of her to straddle her naked flat chest; then, placing his hand behind her head moved her mouth to his manhood.  Oh!

	Back at Linda’s trailer—
	Linda’s eyes gleamed as naked twelve year old Michael slid his pre-teen fuck stick into her dick trench.  Positioned on the large overstuffed 2nd hand well used sofa found along the Desert Hwy. roadside, Linda received Michael.  Her disability, locked ankles, didn’t hamper her involvement; using her underwear she kept her legs from flailing by having her undies at her ankles, then a rope from her ankles over the back of the sofa, under the sofa to a sofa stubby leg.  This kept Linda positioned and allowed easy access for young Michael to “get some.”
	Gary, meanwhile, had the girls naked.  One by one he undressed them.  He took his time and loved lightly on each girl as he removed their clothing one article at a time.  Once the girl was nude, he caressed her carefully, lightly spanked, lightly fingered her pussy while he was behind her, then took a moment to marvel at her nakedness.
	Then the naked girl was stepped out of her clothes and laid down.  Sally had been first, this was while Michael was being sucked.  Linda sucked harder and then hardest as she watched Gary tongue out the teenage girl.  The short fifteen year old with flaming hair didn’t have much on her pussy.  She wasn’t a virgin, either.  (but not slut)  Gary tongued and tongued and tongued—slipped a finger up into her asshole (that was virginal) and continued noshing on her twat for quite some time.
	By the time Gary finally put his cock to Sally, Linda was cumming.
	Down came Michael’s underwear and she sucked the boy’s dick raw; this after stripping off her clothes.  Gary’s naughty cock eased into Sally’s cunt; his hands went all over her young naked body—also up and down Michael’s body and then caressing Linda’s body.  Linda sat on the floor taking a breath; parting her legs, Gary fingered her swamp box and had a happy hump with his cock enjoying nice firm tight fitting teenage girl pussy while his mouth sucked on preteen ass flesh!

*

99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name	
	Nina Munchez began to fuss.
	So did Erica Byrly, Heather Cross, and Grace Xilynn.  Fussing, though, was about all the girls could do—and become aware of their peril.  They weren’t blindfolded, just bound hand and foot and gagged.  The four girls slowly realized their horror but there wasn’t much else to detail—it was dark for one.  Dark and musty smelling.  There was a grungy carpet underneath them, unknown type walls and ceiling.  

 	There was a skylight, sort of—with a very grungy window.  Kinda small, too.  With the pure darkness there was no detailing anything else.
	Nina Munchez, fifteen, finally managed to sit herself up; her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she saw what was guessed t be the interior of a “shack.”  There were buckets but not much else.  She couldn’t rightly determine the makeup of the wall but there was small wood bracings and a curious “smell” lingering listlessly in the sullen air.
	A coyote called out and was close by.  Other nocturnal critters made some noises and so Nina guessed it was sometime in the “middle of the night”.  Where she and her friends were she had no idea; her mind was muddled and barely could she recall what had happened to her.
	Eric, Heather, and Grace began to stir, moan, and slowly struggled to sit up and look about their surroundings.  
	“What’s going on?” asked Erica.
	“I-I think we’ve been kidnapped!” blurted Heather.
	The girls knew it to be true.  Kidnapped.  For sexual purposes no doubt.  Grace Xilynn breathed hard and struggled with her bindings; Heather tried but gave up after realizing her efforts were futile.  Erica tried to scoot up the wall but found that task not only difficult but painful—an exposed nail ripped into her shoulder and was quite excruciating.  Nina remembered them assembled at Jerrie’s Dugout, a popular hangout for teens.  It was supposed to be a safe environment.
	Well, it was if you were inside.  Outside was a different matter.
	No further details were there—Nina tried and tried and the more she tried the worse her headache became.  The girls eventually settled and awaited their fate.
	They didn’t have to wait long.
	Dawn came—and with the dawn came light and a newness of awareness of horror.  The light from the rising sun gave way to the girls to show them that they were inside a small shack.  A tin shack.  A rusting tin shack with small 2x2 spaced unevenly around the four walls.  The ceiling/roof was slanted; the only window was a skylight and it was grimed over with age.  
	There was a door with a security mini door head height.  There was noise from the other side and the head height mini peep door open.  Only eyes peered into the small tin shack room.  Then there was more noise and the door opened.
	Two men were there, dressed in non-descript clothing; one had long jet black hair, the other had full bodied blond hair.  The blond hair fella came in and looked the girls over, then made for Nina.
	“Leave her alone!” yelled Erica.
	The blond haired fella pulled Nina up but noted the blood on Eric’s shoulder.  “Jess, we got an injury here.”
	Nina was let go and Erica was taken.
	The man called “Jess” stepped in to help, giving the other girls a quick once over.  “Don’t do anything foolish.” he said.  He had charming looks and appeared to be in his 20s or late 20s or at the most early 30s.  He was a hunk and a stud.  Unfortunately, he was a kidnapper, too.
	Erica was taken out, the door shut, and the remaining girls left in limbo.
	“What do you think is going to happen to her?” Grace asked.
	“Other than being raped you mean?” 
	Grace gulped with her eyes widening in some realization of fear.
	“W-w-were going to be raped?”
	“Probably.”
	Nina managed to get on her knees; the hard ground of sand and small pebbles, though, bit into her bare knees.  
	“Do you think anyone knows where we are?” Heather asked.
	“I don’t even know where we are!” bitched Nina.  The more she struggled to stand up the more pain her knees received.
	“How did this happen to us?” wailed Grace.
	“I’m gonna guess one of those fuckers has one of those electronic things.”
	“We’re doomed!” Grace said balling herself up and sobbing.
	“Probably.”

	The wound was pretty gross but it was treatable.  Joey got the First Aid from the car and proceeded with the cleaning and treating.  Meanwhile, Jess rubbed himself and checked the police scanner.
	With the first aid completed, Erica was taken to a lone bed.
	It was a shack, a crappy oh-so crappy miner’s shack with a partial wood floor.  There was no furniture (or much else) in the shack, just the bed.  It was a bare mattress that was pretty thrashed on a very old iron frame.  There was a table, sort of, it was missing its legs and had once been a huge end piece of a wire spool the military had used in stringing up electrical wiring way back when.

	The remains of cabinets, a sink, a water pump, and some tools of this kind and that adorned the walls and floor.  Erica was positioned at the bed and held still by one man while the other set up some electronic equipment.
	The blond haired fella dusted off Erica’s butt, tugged the short skirt of her uniform down a little, and lusted—heavily.  Erica fussed and wriggled in the anticipation of what was to come.  
	The dark haired hunky set up two cameras and some lighting,
	“I’ll go start the generator.” The blond said.
	Jessie smiled and made some sort of noise with his mouth and a finger gesture of “thumbs up.”  Joey went outside and Jessie stepped up to the frightened teen.  Patting her butt he whispered to her ear, “do as you’re told.” Then he firmly patted her butt.  Erica nodded, gritted her teeth and then whole body.  She knew what was to happen nextly.
	Erica, along with Nina, Heather, and Grace, were cheerleaders.  They had fine bodies—as most cheerleaders do.  Erica stood almost riveted to the old rotting floorboards.  The heat from the tin siding was already beginning to radiant.  She clenched and fretted—and waited.
	She didn’t have to wait long.
	The two men assembled together, fooled with their equipment—their OTHER equipment, then proceeded.  Her ankles had already been unbound; Director Joey parted her legs then bent her over.  Producer Jessie manned the camera set up focusing on the Director’s doings.
	The Director’s doings involved heavy patting of the Actress—specifically her ass.  Her short cheerleader pleat skirt of white and yellow was lifted up to reveal her yellow cheerleader panties.  The girl tightened up a bit—it was an involuntary act.  The patting continued and then the panties were lowered.
	With the ass bared, the patting stepped up as well as the girl’s legs opening the stance more revealing for the Producer to zero in on the girl’s crack and her young teenage cunny.
	More patting followed by finger probing of the girl’s virgin asshole.  The Actress began to wiggle more, sob, and put up a slight fuss.  This was normal and understood and even tolerated.  The Director stood the girl up then tugged her panties down—just to her knees.  The Producer liked girls with their panties at their knees.  The Director undone the skirt part of the cheerleader outfit and off it went.  While remaining standing, the young Actress got spanked until her fanny turned a bright red.

	With her panties off, skirt off, the young Actress was once more “bent over” with her legs spread very wide.  More spanking followed by finger insertion to her asshole with beginning attention to her not-so-virgin cunny.  The young Actress made all kinds of wiggles as she was assaulted, she sobbed more and began to seriously fuss.  But then again, her ass was on fire, too.
	The camera zoomed in on the abused girl’s ass; the Director ceased spanking but took on a new approach at torment—inserting the handle of a hammer into her virgin pooper.  A special “ointment” had lubricated the wooden handle of a hammer found in the miner’s shack.  The Director (Joey) twisted the hammer while the Producer (Jessie) zoomed in tight to capture every tantalizing second.
	Erica Byrly’s head was lowered down to the musty grungy bare mattress.  Small insects crawled about and caused her to freak out even more than she already was.  The torment to her ass and hole was only the beginning.
	Director Joey removed the hammer, laid it aside, and applied his tongue.  Joey had an extraordinary tongue—a Rocker’s tongue.  He flicked it all about Erica’s crack with particular interest aimed at her hole.  Then it was time—after a couple of minutes of serious anal play Director Joey stood up and dropped his pants.
	The camera zoomed in on the Director’s hard throbbing pulsing cum dripping cock.  Joey stroked his love tool, squeezed it hard and flopped hard in a spanking manner against the young Actress’s ass.  The camera came in closer as Joey’s cock went up gougingly between the girl’s pussy before making beginning attempts at plunging into her asshole.
	There was nothing cheerleader Erica could do, she fussed as much as she could but the intrusion to her unwilling asshole was on.  The Director managed the head of his fuck stick in but his cock “bent” and was not making anal headway.  Pulling out he smacked the girl’s still fiery ass with his cock then began fingering her pussy—his hands going up and down her sides, under her top to grope her breasts.
	Moments later and his cock was invading the girl’s anus once more with more success.  Erica’s eyes bulged and mouth hung open wide as for the first time something was pushing IN instead of OUT of her asshole.  There were grunts and groans—for both Director and Actress, and when the invading cock was part way/half way in, the pumping began.

	The camera zoomed in right up close to see every bit of the anal action.  Erica flailed about in great distress and it didn’t ease when the cock pulled out.  Her hole was on fire, matching the sting of her ass flesh.  The camera peered into the girl’s fresh fucked hole that was open enough to hide the Romanian Army.  Slowly, though, it began to close.  
	The anal play repeated for a few minutes more until such a time as every inch of Director Joey’s cock was in.  Once seated the seriousness of that which was sodomy took place and did so with a furor.
	All poor Erica could do was hang on and endure.
	Finally did the Director get his jollies—he was cumming.
	The camera was right there to catch every drop of cum that oozed from the girl’s spillway.  Joey gave a mighty grunt and a final groan as his cock enjoyed the ultimate pleasure.  His balls began to slap and cinch up hard as he began pounding Erica’s ass.  His hands gripped the girl’s hips so hard his hand imprint was left there for some time.
	With dramatic thrustings Joey humped the hole until there was no more energy to do so.  He strained hard stretching the skin of his cock; great quantities of love juice spewed spectacularly into the girl’s tract.  He gave a final mighty moan and was done.
	Pulling out he managed to smack the girl’s ass flesh with his cum squirter; the Producer was awed at the amount of cum spewing from Erica’s asshole.  It was a marvel to behold.

	Once more enduring great discomfort to her knees, Nina attempted to stand.  She firstly had to get on her knees and then scoot up tin wall.  With her hands and feet bound—escape was not in her future.
	“We’re never going to get out of here.” wailed Grace.
	“I don’t want to be raped!” added Heather.
	Nina knew that both statements were true—they were never going to get out of wherever the hell it was they were; and they were going to be raped.  There was only the one door, the window was in the ceiling, and there was hard dirt beneath them.  No escape.  The tin walls though rusted were put together well.  
	There, too, was the bindings to their hands and feet.  No escape.
	Nina stood and struggled with the need to pee.
	Grace sat with her back to the tin wall and by wriggling her fingers she found something of interest.  The tin panel behind her moved.  At first it frightened her and she held her breath.  Nina had sat back down resolved in the fact that her fate was sealed.

	Grace continued fiddling with the tin panel getting Nina’s attention.  It was difficult to crawl over but Nina managed and saw that the tin panel behind Grace was not well fastened to two wood supports.  Well, maybe there WAS a chance after all.

	Erica’s asshole was going to be sore for days.  For days.  On her knees she sat completely naked with her mind blitzed.  Before was a man, a grown up adult type man who was actually kind of hunky.  He was nude and had a huge cock.  Erica knew what was expected of her and she thought it vile and disgusting.  Though many girls her age were into slurping schlong, Erica was not one.  
	The man pressed his erection against her face then humped up against her face forcing his hairy testicles up against her mouth and then her nostrils.
	“Suck ‘em.” Whispered the blond haired man.
	Cocksucking was vile enough—ball sucking was even worse.  But there was no choice—“suck ‘em or take it in the ass again.” Along with more spanking and THEN forced sucking.  Erica wept but opened her mouth and while the hunky man’s cock was lain up against her face over her right eye, her mouth took in the man’s testicle sac.
	Moments later and Erica was gagging on the man’s cock.  All of it.  Every inch was in her mouth with the head gouging her tonsils making her involuntarily retch.  Occasionally the man pulled out to hump her face and then it was back into her mouth to fuck and fuck hard until he began to spurt.
	The taste of balls was one thing; the taste of cock was one thing; the taste of cum was something else all together.  She didn’t care for it.  Gobs and gobs of cum filled her mouth and shot down her throat.  It was warm and sticky and way gross.  The sperm flowed out the corners of her mouth and there was so much of it--it shot out her nostrils, too!
	Then she was laid out on her back on the bare mattress.
	Left leg was secured via rope to a nail on a rotting 2x4 above her head and at an angle, the right leg, too.  Both scumbag horndogs patted the girl’s still inflamed ass; her asshole still gushed the Director’s cum, too.  
	On her back, arms splayed outward, the Director and Producer took their turns at her—licking her pussy out firstly.  Erica thrashed about and tried in vain not to enjoy the treatment to her cunny—but that was a losing deal as the talents of the two men were astounding.  
	Director Joey sensed the girl’s excitement—and her try at not getting into it.  He engulfed the whole of the girl’s “hole” and thrashed his wickedly long tongue into her crevice.  His nose butted her clit and a finger went jamming into her fresh fucked and still very sore asshole.
	There was a good layer of teenage poon hair and Joey lapped his tongue all about the furry forrest; nipping the lips and flicking his tongue masterfully all up and down the entrance.  The Producer produced a wooden handle that at one time had been a screwdriver.  There were no splinters and the handle was inserted into Erica’s pooter.
	Director Joey inserted his cock into Erica’s cunt.

	“Can you move it some more up?”
	Grace tried but there were sharp edges to the bottom of the tin panel cutting into her fingers.  Nina had taken a long look to get the picture in her mind, then turned around and tried to see what she could do—which wasn’t much but it was worth a try.
	“If they catch you--” said Heather sitting up.  She needn’t finish ‘cause they all knew what would happen.  More than simply being raped for sure.
	“Go sit at the door and see if you can hear anything.”
	Heather struggled to scoot herself across the floor, finding a piece of glass slicing her delicate skin and not so kind sharp pebbles, too.  And when she got to the door her it was awkward and she slammed her body up against the door.
	The girls froze in fear.
	They waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.  At length, upon hearing nothing, Heather sighed and let out her breath; Grace and Nina continued their efforts to move the loose tin panel. 

	Joey’s cock went slowly invading into Erica’s fucked only once pussy.  She had gotten nailed by a horny boyfriend the previous Summer.  Once and only once.  She didn’t give head or even handjobs.  Joey found the girl’s cunny delightfully tight (and talented.)  The girl’s cunt squeezed his cock and she shuddered all over as he tantalized her riveting incredible sexual tingling sensations as he grinded against her sex with specified attention to her clit.
	Despite the horror of being out and out raped, young Erica found herself humping back—albeit lightly.  There was something about getting fucked that though lo was disgusting when not willing to participate—there, too, was the feeling of getting fucked that was too overwhelmingly sensational to ignore.

	Joey slid his monstrous schlong in and out; pushing ALL the way but taking his time to do so so as to stretch the interior of the girl’s cunt to properly receive; then ALL the way out to hump her gash before repeating step one.  Producer Jessie focused the camera right on Joey’s dong; the sound capturer capturing every bit of the act in progress.
	As Joey fucked, Jessie worked the screwdriver handle dildo in Erica’s asshole.  Joey had gotten into a rhythm and was fucking hard; Jessie sodomized the already tormented girl shoving the handle almost all the way.
	Cum began to ooze out of Erica’s cunt like a river.  Joey’s ass tightened as he made hard deliberate thrustings.  He made some grunts and groans, arched his back and gave the final thrust.  Erica’s own juices flowed and Jessie could hardly wait for his turn.

	“It’s stuck.”
	The tin panel was lifted up “a few inches” letting in lots of daylight from beyond.  But the panel was “stuck” by something unknown.  A nail, a cross member, the slanted roof…
	Nina, though, was not undaunted and began digging in the space that was.  Mostly there was sand but there was hard packed dirt, too.  There was glass shards, nails, and rocks to contend with; unseen obstacles and something keeping the tin panel (2x8) from moving up.
	Of course, even if they DID manage to move the tin panel up—that still didn’t mean escape.  One, they had know idea where the hell they were; two—they were still bound up.
	Using the shards of glass, though, could help remedy that.
	“If one of those guys comes back,” said Grace,
	“We’re doomed.” Blurted Heather.
	“Stop saying that!” bitched Nina.
	Heather kept mum, kept her ear to the door, too.

	For a long minute and a half the camera focused solely on the amount of sperm laden on fifteen year old Erica Byrly.  Most of Joey’s cum soiled her pussy, a lot more soiled the inside of her pussy with a goodly quantity anointing her belly and up her chest and then squirted onto her face.
	Joey was “done”, then.  With what energy he had left he left the tin building and went outside.  Jessie let the camera go all over the heaving girl’s body—his turn was coming up in the next shot.  Before then, though, he went outside, too.

	From the ice chest he helped himself to a cold drink.  Joey stood nude taking on the bright morning sun.  The abandoned miner’s shack was miles from town; a single dirt road led to the shack; the army base was close—about fifteen miles.  A huge ridge of rocks jutting up from the desert floor running across the landscape clear to the cliffs overlooking the desolate area known as No Man’s Beach.
	“That’s No Man’s Plateau out there.” Joey said pointing to the horizon (inland.)
	“I’ve heard of that place.”
	“Spooky place.”
	“That’s what I hear.”
	‘why spooky?’
	“What?”
	“Huh?”
	“Thought you said something.”
	‘he didn’t, I did.”
	Jessie got a mild case of the heebie-jeebies.  Joey wasn’t saying anything, he was standing naked slurping on ice water.
	‘why is called “spooky.”’
	Jessie cocked his head and looked around a little nervous like, but the Voice in his head persisted and insisted.  Jessie settled and brought up to the front of his mind that No Man’s Plateau was a mesa, an elevated portion of land with a flat top with steep cliffs on all sides and basically inaccessible—especially the “top.”
	But desert dwelling Indians of long-long ago had been there.  They had dwelled there hundreds and hundreds of years.  And then one day—they weren’t.  
	‘weren’t?’
	“Weren’t.  All gone.  In a blink of an eye.” So the story was told.  In 1875 there were as many as 5,000 desert dwelling Indians residing in and about No Man’s Plateau—known then to the desert dwelling Indians as Ka-rap-a-ho, or something like that.  There was no written language from the desert dwelling tribe and since they were no more of them—no lineage, no history, no nothing.
	Five thousand in 1875.
	Zero thousand in 1902.
	Where did five thousand desert dwelling Indians go to?

	The “spooky” tales began to grow and though there were vanes of gold, silver, and other minerals to be had there abouts—no miner ever ventured there.  Those that did—disappeared OR were found wandering the desert spieling tales of the oddest kind no one could make sense of.
	“Doesn’t sound like someplace I want to visit.”
	Joey gurgled his drink, stepped off to one side and began to pee, “Me either.”
	Jessie felt a twinge of a headache.  From the truck he fetched a portable air conditioning unit and brought it inside the shack.  Joey stretched, played with his balls then went inside, too.

	“It’s stuck.”
	The words made the hopeful girls hopes sink.  The tin panel wasn’t moving any more than it had and there was only a couple of inches of freedom.  Far less than the required inches needed for the girls to crawl out.  The glass shards the girls had tried using either weren’t good enough or cut their fingers instead.
	“There has to be another way.” breathed Nina still hoping for hope.
	“I want to know what’s happened to Erica.”
	Nina and Grace looked to Heather, “I think that should be obvious.”
	Heather bowed her head, she knew but still…

	The mattress was taken outdoors and shaken, then sprayed with disinfectant before being replaced to the bed.  Erica was unbound, stood up, and told to “act” right or get spanked some more—and more severely.  Erica promised.  Her ass still burned from the recent spanking and she definitely didn’t want a repeat.
	The hunky man with the great hair and pleasing looks laid out on the bed, shoulders against the tin wall.  He masturbated blatantly and with a pat to her ass, Erica went to her knees and took over masturbation.  She fondled his balls and sucked on his shaft before fully sucking him fully and wholly.
	Then, she crawled up onto his body, straddled his cock and she herself guided it into her sex.  Director Joey operated the cameras with the main camera making canted angles as Jessie’s cock slid up into Erica’s poon.  Jessie manipulated the main camera to get in extra tight, too.  Erica’s legs went out over Jessie’s waist; his hands griped the girl’s butt pulling it open.
	Erica thrashed some, buried her head into the hunky man’s shoulder and endured getting fucked.  Director Joey found himself getting aroused; taking a belt he lashed the girl’s ass—narrowly missing Jessie’s clamped hands.

	When the girl’s ass was once more flaming red, Joey positioned himself to where he could join in.  It was a little clumsy and awkward but penetration to the girl’s asshole was made (again) and she was Double Penetrated.

	Using all her strength she had and damning the cut to her fingers, Nina pushed up the tin panel making it a clear foot of space.  Thing was, though, it didn’t slid back down but was “stuck” into position.  There was a big rock on the other side, too.  And the girls’ hands and feet were still bound.  Then,
	“Someone’s coming!” breathed Heather at the door.
	Grace sat up against the tin panel hoping that she wouldn’t be picked and their attempt at freedom be known.  The door opened and the two men stood there—without Erica.
	‘God, they probably fucked her to death.” thought Nina.
	Grace lucked out and wasn’t “picked”; Heather was, though.

	Heather Cross was a fighter.  She struggled greatly with the two men who wrestled her from the small room she had been in to the slightly larger room she was taken to—which was down a very short hall that was narrow all around.
	Once in the larger room she gasped and some of her “fight” was curbed.  Her friend Erica was positioned over a small “A” frame; her legs restrained via rope and spread out wide; her arms tied behind her.  There were lashing marks visible on her bare ass and back of legs.  Her face lay on the dirt and she looked a mess.
	Cum coated her pussy and asshole.
	Once more, what had happened to Erica—happened to Heather.
	Heather was a year younger than the fellow cheerleader, she had long bouncy blond hair and “perky” tits.  She was not a virgin; she gave headjobs mostly, handjobs, and got fucked “once in awhile.”  But not in the ass.  Still, though, she reserved her body for her horny boyfriend and not strangers.  
	For Heather, though, there was a different angle for her—she was unbound.  “Do as you’re told,” said the blond haired man, 
	“And she wont be spanked.” Added the hunky dark haired man.  And to make his point, he plucked up a belt and lashed Erica’s ass—HARD!  The smack sound alone made Heather flinch.  Then she clenched and stared at her tortured friend.  Pure fright filled her and made her pee.

	Joey spotted the trickle of urine flow and quickly jerked the teen’s skirt down revealing cheerleader underwear being thoroughly soaked.  Jessie dropped the belt and got the camera going.  Heather peed and peed and peed.  Joey masturbated and found the scene very intriguing.  A turn on!  Watching a girl piss her underpants was a turn on!
	After the peeing, Heather herself removed her clothing.  It took a few minutes for the girl to gather herself and even then it was a struggle.  She did comply and render herself nude.  Then, while standing upright, she fingered her pussy.
	Following commands from the blond and hunky man, she turned around and patted her ass; then bent over and spread her cheeks to reveal her asshole and cunt gash.  
	On her knees she serviced the blond hair guy first—then the hunky hunk man.  Both men filled her mouth with a nominal amount of sperm.  Her boyfriend’s cum had been gross—sticky and musty smelling.  The blond’s cum was sweet and more viscous; the hunky man’s cum was more milky and stringy.
	After sucking, she got onto the bed, opened her legs, and masturbated.  Joey got on his knees on the bed and peed on the girl.  A thorough soak job all over the girl’s nude body—showering her breasts, pussy, and face specifically.
	Then he fucked her.
	Jessie was beside himself with the doings and knew that their mutual pal in Town was going to flip.  Jessie figured he could ask for a hell of a lot more than what had initially been asked for for the film.  A hell of a lot more.  
	Pulling her legs up, Jessie eased his sore aching over sensed cock into Heather’s cunt.  Agony was beginning to seethe in his loins and there were two more girls to go!  Oh!

	There was no way—no escape.  The space under the lifted tin panel just wasn’t enough to allow passage.  Nina and Grace sighed and bowed heads together.
	“We are doomed.” Grace said.
	Nina almost chuckled in agreement.  Their fingers were wrecked with glass shards and the bottom end of the tin panel sheet.  
	“What do you think--” Grace asked the question but couldn’t finish it.
	“To the others?” Nina finished.  She sighed.  She didn’t know, she just didn’t know.
	“I don’t want to die.” Grace whispered.

	Death was not the option; but what would happen to them may have been preferred.  There was not to do but sit and wait—and wait—and then wait some more.  Occasionally they could hear sounds—strange but then familiar sounds.  Mostly they heard telltale sounds of what could only be described as spanking sounds.
	The door opened and the two men came in.

	Neither Nina or Grace were muff divers.  Were.  Both admitted under duress that they HAD sucked their boyfriends.  Nina was getting laid on a fairly regular basis, once to twice a week in facts.  Not up the ass, though.  Grace was a virgin, but she DID take it in the ass.  Not a cocksucker, though.
	On the soiled but disinfected bed, Nina and Grace laid out 69ing.  Nina had a nice covering of poon pie fuzz while Grace at thirteen had none.  She didn’t shave her poon, either, it was just that for her she was bare.  
	Being immersed with two naked men was horrifying, seeing their two friends with blistered asses and marks went beyond horror.  The wounds to Nina and Grace were treated and they were schooled in what they were to do.  They were warned, too.  “Any monkeyshines,” warned the blond, and they (Heather/Erica) get more of the same.
	Nina and Grace understood and were readably agreeable to comply with “whatever” was asked of them.  Sixty-nining was something neither of them had ever done—let alone heard of.  Grace laid out and Nina laid on her.  It was an awesome sight to behold with the two teen girls on each other, their fine ripe bodies well tanned all over, and one with a naturally shaven poon.
	The cameras got a work out going over every nuance of the naked girls; zooming in on their delicate cunts and bums.  Grace, on bottom, pulled Nina’s ass cheeks open to reveal astutely her asshole.  Joey’s dick was out of commission and would need some time to recover.
	Jessie was pretty much the same.
	Nina, on top, pulled back widely Grace’s legs.  The camera paused a long while taking in the shot of Grace’s naturally hairless cunt.  Nina licked, nipped, and enjoyed cunt munching and though lo that was very enticing for the Director and Producer—neither could get hard.
	The girls preformed the Scissor fuck; they sucked on each others titties; they deep penetrated kissed; grinded their pussies together; licked butthole.  Thirty minutes worth of cock intense pleasure but still—the Director/Producer could only barely manage a half boner.
	But wait!  There’s more!

*

Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm
	“She’s cute.”
	The “she” was cute, and though Maddy had observed him being naughty with other cute girls, Alton was still apprehensive, wary, and embarrassed.  But the little girl wandering loose and aimlessly about the plaza water fountain WAS cute.  Way cute.
 	Trying not to stare, Alton checked the girl and imagined her naked covered in his fresh anointing spunk.  She was too young to penetrate, ‘cept maybe in the mouth.  But grinding against her sex, ass flesh, up between her crack—that would serve him sexually just as good.
	“Don’t you want her?” Madelynn asked.
	Alton couldn’t speak but he nodded his head.
	“I’ll help.” to what capacity Alton didn’t know but…

	He just couldn’t figure her, but then again, maybe he ought not to.  She had a different lifestyle, way different.  A subculture life, somewhat frowned upon by other peer groups as well as the general populace they lived with.  Madelynn didn’t explain her life, it was as it was as Alton saw it.  She really wasn’t a Goth girl, it was just the persona of such so as she would be accepted and fit in with her new family.
	“I like boys.” she had said in her small room in the warehouse.  Boys as in pre-teen.  Boys as in crayons, paste, potential bed wetters.  Young, innocent, cute/handsome, and just as pleasing to her cunny and sexual appetite as were “boys” her age, or older.
	But the admission still didn’t quell any of Alton’s fears.  He just didn’t know the girl and slightly feared a set-up of some possible kind.  But maybe not.  He was wrapped up in a world of electronic mind altering devices, the Desert Scourge seemed to be everywhere and then there was Maddy.  A strange-strange girl.
	Maddy walked out from the narrow passage between the converted warehouses and strolled casually to the large fountain that had dolphins leaping up from a wave spewing water from the elongated mouths.  The Subject played in the water, sitting on the edge of the rounded base passing her hand thru the jetting sprays of water from nozzles just under the surface.
	Clad in a long black leather dress outfit, green and black striped socks with odd boots having many-many buckles, Maddy looked more frightening that if Alton would have walked out instead—bearing a bloody chainsaw and a hockey mask.

	But the young Subject was acclimated to such bizarre peoples, motorcycle riders, Punk and Grunge, and other assorted Goth-like peoples were in everyday society and so did not particularly frighten the little Subject.
	Once Maddy struck up a conversation with the Subject, Alton made with his EMAD.  He watched as the young Subject went still; Maddy looked to Alton and smiled.  Without the makeup, the Goth getup, the excessive jewelry—Madelynn would be otherwise pretty nice looking, even pleasant.
	Taking the tyke’s hand Madelynn walked out of the large open plaza to Barrack St., turned left and walked out of sight away from the plaza and the warehouse.  Crossing the street she continued down General Way passed the car lot and gift shops.  Alton followed behind taking his time, pausing to look in the windows and ogle some fine vehicles.
	Another row of warehouses there was and right down the middle of them did Maddy and Subject go, sidestepping into a secure door half way down.  Alton followed along and got a little nervous and then greatly concerned when he didn’t see them and couldn’t see any door.  There were dumpsters everywhere; roll-up doors but no regular ones.
	Suddenly and hand reached out and grabbed his shoulder.
	Alton turned in a panic—but it was only Madelynn.
	“Easy.” cooed the spooky girl.
	Alton got a grip and moved into the building.
	Like most of the warehouses in Town, it was long since abandoned by the military.  Various subculture likes had taken up residence in most; some more seclusive than others.  There wasn’t much in the way of light; strange smells and even stranger music filled the still listless air.  Maddy seemed to know her way around and moved down the narrow hall, making a turn here and there; thru a steel door and down a small flight of stairs and finally into a small room of which she had a key to the door.
	It was not dissimilar to her room in the other warehouse, just lacking the mini fridge and hot plate.  Mostly it was a secondary hang-out if things should go badly and she needed another place to hang.  A back-up plan.
	Clothes and bedding, cushions from non-present sofas, and odds and ends to make living in secret almost livable.  There was limited lighting, mostly in the way of candles.  Maddy lit the candles and then some incense.  Alton calmed himself and then sized up his Subject.
	She was a cutey.  Blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, well dressed.  Small little teeth, a fantastic smile, and just as cute as she could be.  Alton settled before, Maddy settled beside her askew—waiting.

	With a small sigh, Alton placed his hands on the girl’s side, then to her darling little butt.  Madelynn waited, smiling, waiting.  
	“Do you want me to take off my clothes?” Madelynn suddenly asked throwing Alton a curve.  He blinked his eyes and couldn’t quite gather why she had said that.
	“To put you at ease?” she quipped the question.
	Alton understood.  He nodded and Madelynn stripped.
	With Madelynn naked—Alton was still not quite one hundred percent “at ease” but he wasn’t on edge.  Licking his lips he proceeded with the pre-fondling of the little girl, Adrienna.
	Fondle-fondle-fondle—all over the girl’s body Alton’s fingers explored—mostly roaming about her butt, under her shirt, and then up and down her legs pausing to give a gentle squeeze to her very young pussy.  Then, he was undoing her blue kiddie pants and pushing them down.  
	Pink panties.  Nice.  They were a little “wet” at the crotch but she was a little kid, too.  Alton nearly melted as he sat back looking at her—his cock nearly bursting out of his constricting pants.  Madelynn lifted off the girl’s top, a white shirt with red trim.  Adrienna’s blond hair was style nicely; dainty emerald earrings, and she even smelled good—which was something for a wee child.
	Alton stared at her bare flat chest; then stood up on his knees and unleashed his cock.  Bits of cum was already spewing and up against the girl’s face he went firstly.  Madelynn began fingering herself, sitting up and leaning in closer to watch.  She also began to caress the little Subject’s ass…
	Nothing else mattered—the Scourge, the Army, his personal life—nothing.  Nothing was more important than jerking off onto the bare chest (and face) of the young girl before him.  Up against her face Alton did place his cock, humping with his ball sac up against her mouth.  Madelynn caressed Alton’s ass and gently lowered Adrienna’s panties.
	Cum was beginning to squirt—Alton stood, spread his legs out wide like an outrigger and worked the head of his cum squirter into the girl’s mouth.  Madelynn held her head and worked it back and forth; she maintained a caress on Alton’s ass and also helped out on the suck job by sucking on Alton’s shaft and his balls while he filled Adrienna’s mouth with the head of his dick.
	There was some notable awareness from the little girl as the sperm from Alton’s cock filled her mouth and ran out onto her chin.  Alton pulled out and ejaculated the rest of his spew onto her face and let it drizzle onto her chest.  Madelynn licked the cum off of the little girl’s face then sucked Alton’s dick dry.

	Laying little Adrienna down, Alton removed her panties and then eyed her complete nakedness.  He moaned and groaned, squeezed his hammer then laid on the girl, not smoother or crushing and with his face just to her pussy.  His hands went all over, tweaking her little undeveloped nipples while right beside her, Goth girl Madelynn fingered herself.
	Army boy flicked his tongue to Adrienna’s pissy poon.  He didn’t mind and it seemed to actually enthrall him.  He licked, engulfed the whole of the poon, and sucked.  His cock tingled but was slow to react.  That would take a little longer—getting re-hardened.  
	Madelynn masturbated feverently and then positioned herself—sitting on Adrienna’s face!  She did!  She didn’t sit-sit on the girl, but poised her cock pleasing shaven cunt mere inches above the little girl’s face.  Alton eyed Maddy’s ass, hole, and cunt and crawled up to kiss said ass, hole, and cunt.  Parting her cheeks he “got after it” with serious attention at probing her hole and cunt (with his tongue.)
	That did the trick—his shagged out schlong glided against Adrienna’s body and pleasingly restiffened to a very hard state of being.  Alton moved down, opened the girl’s legs and began humping her cunt.  Maddy turned around and took holt of the legs and held them for Alton; she still poised her cunt above the child’s face…
	Alton humped.  And humped.  And then humped some more with some attempts at making vaginal entry.  But Adrienna was far too young for that—but the attempt was good with dire determination managed to get the head of his cock somewhat “in.”
	“You might try her asshole.” suggested Maddy.
	That was equally virginal and highly resistant.
	“She’s needs broken in,” said Maddy, “by cock that’s a little older—but not by much.” she smiled and was gleaming when as she spoke.

	Alton wasn’t much into boys, Madelynn was.  They found a Subject a couple of years older than Adrienna and brought him to the secret room of the second warehouse.  Adrienna was asleep—induced by the EMAD.  Alton wasted no time in stripping to his skin, Maddy, either.  The little boy was handsome, dark hair, dark eyes, lightly tanned and just a joy to behold.  Maddy took charge of him quickly removing his clothing and sizing him up.
	Alton didn’t know if it was the nakedness of the boy, the sex act to come, Madelynn’s interest in the boy, or what—but Alton was horny.  He watched as the odd misplaced teen girl went after Allen’s puddling.

	Allen was approx. nine, very cute, very handsome.  He had nice form and Alton found himself being drawn to the boy—a wanting to fondle him!  It was the oddest feeling.  He wanted to hump that boy, hump his ass, poke his hole maybe, hump him all over.
	Madelynn was sucking him; the boy was deeply succumbed to the effects of the EMAD—but with Madelynn sucking his penis he got nice and hard.  Alton came up right up behind him taking his own hard cock up against the boy’s ass.  Right down between the cheeks of the youngster finding his sexual lust increasing ten-fold.  He let out a moan and knew that he wanted to fuck the boy—fuck him hard!

*

Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have
	Three holes—no waiting.  He had heard that term before but didn’t know what it meant or referred to.  Hiding in the storage compartment and spying on Katey and her naughty Grandpa, he got it.  When Eric first re-spied on them, Katey was on her hands and knees on the bed, face down and ass up.  Her Grandpa was behind her humping/pumping away.  
	Eric found that repositioning himself just so he could see the old man’s cock slamming into Katey’s cunt.  A few pumps and then he pulled out and made entry into her asshole.  Katey gritted her teeth, pursed her lips and clung to the bedding.  
	Slow methodic pumps with an occasional flare to pump the hell out of whatever hole he was in; then he slowed his pace and breathed hard, farted, and humped until near exhaustion.  Finally he fell away and Katey slid off the bed.  She stood at the entrance to the bathroom, thoughtfully chewing on the side of her mouth, fingering her sore aching fresh fucked cunt.  her face was stoic, serious; giving no indication to her mind thought whatsoever.  
	Noah sat with his shoulders to the wall, opening his legs and flopping his cock wildly at her.  He said nothing but she knew what he wanted.  Tossing some loose strands of her jet black hair out of face she positioned herself to take his cock.  She firstly wrapped her fingers about the naughty dong, then worked it, squeezed it, then put her mouth down on it.
	She sucked it—sucked it—sucked it.  All the way down and greatly did she please her Grandpa.  Squeezing his cock at the base she engulfed the member with some unique talent.  Eric’s cock was stiff in his own hand and he humped it.

	Then, the Gramps was cumming.  Gobs of milky white sperm oozed out of the old man’s cock.  Katey lapped the juices up and sucked on the head a bit more, then she was done.  Three holes.  She moved into the bathroom to shower and rinse off.  Eric sighed and stifled a fart.  He was about to scoot along to the debris pile and wait for Katey to come to him after her shower when the Grandpa made some odd noises.
	Eric watched as the man grabbed his chest and seemed to be struggling to breath.  Gasping for breath the man thrashed about but his bulk actually had him pinned to the bed and the wall due to his angle he had chosen.  He gave a few more gasps for breath and then sort of “sunk.”
	Eric stared.  And stared.  And stared.
	The man wasn’t breathing.
	The man wasn’t breathing!

	“So you really going?”
	“Yep.”
	Silence.
	Down below the ocean crashed against the rocks; stiff breezes washed ashore flying Eric’s unkempt hair all about.  Buddy Derrick sat next to him, farting.  
	“I’ll go up the Canoe for awhile,” Eric said, “supposed to be a forest or something up aways.  I can live like the gypsies or the Indians.”
	The two friends sat quietly, silently—except for the occasional fart blast from Derrick’s asshole.  
	“Going to go see Emily first, though.”
	“I’m coming.” Katey said from the other side of Derrick.
	“Me, too.” Derrick chimed in.
	“And I’ll go to the hospital with you, too.”
	Eric looked to her, Derrick didn’t get it and was in some bewilderment.  The kids stood wiping the dirt from their butts; the hour was late and the evening chill beginning to encroach upon them.  Eric unzipped and whipped out his dick and began to pee.  Katey picked up her bookbag that was crammed with clothes and some food.  Eric wondered why she had brought it along.
	“How we going to get in?” Derrick asked.  The hour was late and hospital hours would be closed to visiting public—especially children!
	“We’ll finger something out.” Eric declared.
	First they had to get into town…

*

A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory
	He had reservations—but that went without saying.  The situation warranted “reservations.”  In trailer Space 19, Gilrad home, Alex Rogan immersed himself in serious illicit shenanigans.  Larissa was there, so was Farris, her brother; and so was Angela, the little “angel” Farris had soiled earlier from chapter one.
	Maggie was present, too.
	Dom had missed how this little get together got together, he had been busy elsewhere.  But from what he could gather, Alex accidentally spied on Maggie and Larissa kissing, groping, and pussy pounding.  Farris was watching and pounding his pud.  Soon the girls had Farris in with them.  Alex was shocked—but not dismayed.  Horny—but not alarmed.  
 	Feasting his eyes on Maggie was good—damn good.  Larissa was thirteen and had a very decent body herself.  The three were in behind the Gilrad trailer making out in the bright of the sunshine surrounded by tall hedges and unkempt shrubbery.  It gave the group security—‘cept if you really tried then you could spy all you want.
	The sight of Maggie and Larissa naked blew Alex’s mind.  The sight of Maggie, Larissa, and his little brother Louis naked was more than comprehension could comprehend.  But regardless of that—it was interesting to watch and even more to join in.
	Alex watched, first.  Larissa was on top of Maggie, her young teen cunt on Maggie teen face; her ass just so as Alex could gawk at it and go crazy as Maggie’s tongue flicked all about the girl’s poon area.
	But wait!  There’s more!
	As the girls got into the deed of blowing Alex’s mind, who should appear (naked) but Farris, Larissa’s young brother.  He moved right up to the girls, giggling and stroking his young pud.  Then, onto his knees he went with Maggie taking said pud, working it then guiding it to Larissa’s asshole.
	Farris went right to it—his sister’s shitter; Maggie pulled the cheeks open and continued her work of cunnilingus.  Farris slid his prick into his sister’s bum and proceeded to fuck.
	Alex was fucking, too; his hand.
	But wait!  There’s even more!  If you act now—right now—you get this!  And with this special offer for one time only you get That.  Then, with That and This you get…

	Young Farris fucked his sister’s ass for a couple of minutes before cumming off.  When he got into the final moments/seconds of maddening humping, Maggie began seriously caressing the boy’s ass.  She noshed more and more feverently onto Larissa’s cunt—all the while Larissa was doing much the same.
	It was an awesome sight to behold and Alex beheld it.
	Louis came along and stuffed his pud into his sister’s hole; got his nuts off, a quantity of cum squirting as far as it could into his sister’s pooper; then, after pulling out spewed onto the girl’s sun kissed ass.  The cum dripped down to Maggie’s face.  She didn’t seem to mind and began licking up the juices straight from Louis’ cock!
	After Louis stepped/fell away, Maggie licked clean Larissa’s hole.

	How much more of the mindblowing experience presented before him could he take Alex didn’t know.  There was more, too.  After Louis got his, and the girls got theirs, there was more.  Larissa sat up with a glistening face—pussy juice.  She seemed to be shivering, quaking all over.  Maggie remained laying down as she was but fingered her cunt.  Larissa crawled to her brother, straddling Maggie’s face once more but facing the other way.  Louis’ dick disappeared into his sister’s mouth—freshly pulled from her funk hole!
	Then, after a good suck job of getting Louis’ dick hard again, Larissa stood, stretched, rubbed/scratched her ass, then stood her stance wide and began to pee.  More mindblowing experiences for the slinking Alex.  It was awesome to watch a girl pee while she was standing.
	After peeing, Larissa moved closer to the trailer and was out of sight.  Maggie sat up, fondled her breasts and continued fingering herself, turned to face Louis and Larissa who brought out to “play” a wee little lass; Angela.
	Oh!
	Angela was “out” of it, Alex didn’t know much about the Gilrad cousin, only that she was eight or so, pretty, feisty and usually “got her way” when she fussed and pouted.  She was brought out to the sunshine wearing a Summery dress.  While Larissa stood her up, Louis got the task of reaching up under the dress and taking down her kiddie panties.  
	Maggie came up to Louis’ side, caressed his ass as well as her own.
	With the panties off he held Angela while Larissa pulled off the girl’s dress rendering her then thusly naked.  Louis was all grins—Alex was beside himself—and a little worrisome.  This was just too bizarre.  He couldn’t believe what was happening before him.

	Then he found himself staring not at Maggie or Larissa—but at Angela.  Sperm was jutting from his piss slit as he found himself further humping his cock.  Was the desire to get it on with Maggie or Larissa—or with the little girl?
	Angela was laid out, legs opened wide by Larissa—who poised her pussy right over the little angel’s face!  Louis “went down” on Angela’s cunt; Maggie caressed Louis’ ass, fingered his hole, tugged on his young boy balls and masturbated him (while she masturbated herself.)
	Alex was coating the shrubbery he was hiding in…
	Louis didn’t spend too much time licking Angela’s poon, he soon moved up and settled positioning his cock right onto the girl’s crevice.  Alex was in the wrong position to see up close and personal the area of optimum interest—but moving would most likely give himself away and he didn’t want to do that right off.
	Young Louis sunk his pud into Angela’s already previously fucked cunt and he fucked her.  Maggie spanked the boy’s ass and held his nuggets up thru his legs while he humped.  Larissa fingered her cunt and Alex found that he WAS hard for her—he wanted to fuck the snot out of Larissa.  Then Angela.  Then several of the other girls of the park and surrounding area filled his mind and he had a reason to live…
	After Louis filled the little angel’s cunt with his love tool and then subsequent love juices three minutes later, Maggie went down and lapped up the spillage.  She did!  Alex was in position then to see Maggie’s ass, hole, and cunt dripping pussy juice.  He hammered his cock and wondered how he could get himself involved.
	Larissa went down on brother and he took position on Angela having sufficiently rested from earlier exploits.  Once more, Maggie caressed ass and fondled balls.  Larissa went to sucking on Louis’ cock and then straddled him, taking his pud into her cunt.

	Early evening was coming on, Alex had feverishly went thru his chores then found Maggie.  She was glad to see him.  Alex was very glad.  Very.  After hugging—Maggie noted the gleam in Alex’s eyes.  He was sweating and seemed kind of different.  His eyes for one.
	Alex could say the same for Maggie—a different kind of gleam was in her cool eyes; there was a special glow about her, too.  Maggie felt his hard-on pressing against her.  She squeezed her beau, kissed him and they sidestepped into the darkness beside the Hut.
	Alex was in for more than kissing, though.

	Kissing was a preliminary step before anything else.  Alex was willing to forgo that step but felt it was probably necessary.  Maggie knew that he was horny and kissing was a stumbling step.  She fondled his hard dick and embraced them; then, slowly-slowly went to her knees.
	Alex roamed his fingers thru her hair and received a generous pleasure rolling up from his toes as Maggie unzipped his pants and hauled out his throbbing aching cock.  It hadn’t been washed since earlier that day—he had jerked off more than once and his dick needed cleaning.  Maggie’s mouth to the rescue!
	She sucked and sucked and took the whole thang!
	Alex rolled on his feet pumping into her mouth—and for the first minute or so it was all Maggie.  Then, he thought of Larissa.  Then he thought of Angela!
	Angela!
	He couldn’t.
	He shouldn’t.
	He wouldn’t.
	Could he?
	Should he?
	Would he?
	Hmmm
	Maybe.
	Maybe.
	It didn’t take long and soon Alex was squirting an awesome load of fresh spunk into Maggie’s mouth.  But having cum more than once that day his cum load was a little lacking in spurting power.  Not too mention viscosity, color, and so on.  There was mostly clear liquid to his cum load.  Maggie sucked it all, sucked on the outside of the shaft, then his balls before smacking her lips and standing up undoing her shirt…
	Right on the not so clean picnic table did Maggie lay herself out—this after ditching her top and bra, then sliding down her pants and panties.  Alex could just make out the girl’s stripping down; she paused with taking her panties down knowing that it was a turn-on for him.  
	Then she completed her undressing and stood stark naked.  They embraced again, kissed, and lusted.  Alex let the embraced kissing linger as his cock had been satisfied (for the moment.)  Then Alex realized that he was sticking his tongue into the mouth that he had just cum off in!
	There was a slight distaste therein and he knew that he was tasting his own spunk.  Ewewewe!  The embrace broke moments later and Maggie laid herself out on the table.

	Her pussy was clean but a little musty—funky.  Alex couldn’t get the image of his brother fucking it—Louis fucking it—or Angela’s pussy he wanted to fuck.  All over Maggie’s cunt Alex roamed his tongue, licking and lapping, sucking hard and nipping the lips until his cock was sufficiently hard enough to take over.
	Sinking his cock into Maggie’s cunt was delicious—and then kind of not so as his cock was by then a little over sensitized.  But he slid all the way in and then gently partly the way back out—then back in and repeat.  The head of his cock tingled, the shaft received the betterment of good sexual feelings followed by his empty balls.
	Maggie’s nipples perked up and grinded against his chest.  The girl was lovely.  She was unique in her facial features, hair style, and then just all over.  Very pretty, smart, and naughty.  It was the “naughty” part that excited Alex the most.
	There were many pretty girls underage in the park, many he knew personally; many he had seen running amok in their underwear, other in their swimwear, short-shorts, short kiddie dresses, and the like.  Usually he kept them out of his mind (until later at home either in bed lights out or in the shower.)  then he jerked off to their image; he thought of Emily Maschier from over at Space 22; Katey Maknoddy, and half a dozen other girls nine to twelve years old.  He thought of them naked, bending over spreading their cheeks; laying down with their legs open fingering themselves; sitting on his face; riding his cock.
	He moaned and groaned and began stepping up the process that was fucking.  Though Maggie was beautiful beneath him, he was putting his prick into ten year old Shelly McWhorter; eleven year old Doreena Juarez; nine year old Kelliegh Bonston, and her sister Karrie-Anne, too.  
	And then Angela.
	She was eight.  Alex didn’t care.  Farris and Louis were fucking her.  Alex wanted to fuck her.  He wanted to fuck her bad.  At the very least hump on her pussy until he squirted.  
	Maggie felt the intensity of her lover’s love tool—she held onto him, clenching tightly and working her pussy to engulf his love stick; at her young age she already knew how to manipulate her PC muscles—and work them to her advantage to achieve a better more intense orgasm.
	Alex pounded and grinded, his love stick throbbed and swelled and touched the back of Maggie’s vagina.  The thrustings increased in tempo with mounting reverence for pending orgasm.  Maggie’s legs that had been flailing wrapped tightly about her teen lover and there was naught to do but hang on.

	The more Alex thought of Larissa’s ass gleaming in the noonday sun; Doreena Jurez tumbling in her dress exposing her young lithe body; Shelly McWhorter sitting on porch steps in her blue knit wide legged short-shorts revealing the fact that she wore no panties and gave Alex a raging throbbing hard-on as he stood there collecting the rent from her Daddy—the more powerful the thrusts into Maggie’s cunt he did fuck.
	The fuck turned up a notch as the tingling sensations rivered thru the two lovers.  Maggie’s cunt was lit on fire and she couldn’t get enough of Alex’s cock.  If she were having any illicit thoughts—it was unknown.  She had her arms and legs about Alex’s sweating heaving pumping pulsing body and was humping back into him as much as he was humping into her.
	Their mouths found one another and they began to grind their bodies, melding into one being.  Spunk was spewing from Alex’s pud and his thrusts had slowed to strains.  Maggie, though, still had a monkey grip about him reeling from the masterful way his cock had incited her clit.
	The thrustings slowed more as the orgasm from Alex began to subside after reaching the lofty goal.  There was very little in the way of cum, though; a couple of juts of clear liquid and that was it.  The orgasm itself was more thrilling of just achieving the act rather than the act itself.
	Alex’s balls were tight (and empty).  Maggie’s hand roamed and squeezed his bare swearty smooth ass as the final moments of their love waned.  Alex continued to pump some getting every ounce of the joy he could garner.
	To say he was exhausted would be an understatement.  His mind emptied and there was “afterglow.”  Maggie melted.  She was exhausted, too.  Her cunt quivered and though she felt like she were peeing, she wasn’t.

Then what happened?
Change is inevitable, except from vending machines
	There were some tender moments of adoration—mostly from Maggie.  Long after Alex had pulled out of her body, her cunny leaked and twitched.  It was the best fuck she had ever had.  Adoringly she ran her fingers thru his hair, nuzzled against him, and continued to kiss him while their lust levels faded.
	But not completely.  Alex, though, needed serious rest.
	“Let’s go to your place.” Maggie said.  To shower.  Louis was there, too.  Alex nodded in a dumbfounded way. 

	They collected their clothes (and didn’t bother putting them on) and slinked their way along narrow paths taking the back way to Maggie’s home.  Along the way…
	Space 19 was revisited.  It was on their way.
	Maggie squeezed Alex’s hand and as they traipsed the small narrow back running behind the trailer, they peered into the rear window where Larissa Gilrad and her brother were being naughty with Angela—again.  This time, the angel Angela was lain on Larissa, her head down on her cousin’s belly.  She was once more “drugged” with her necessary medications and out for the night.  Brother/cousin Farris was behind her pumping away at her pussy or asshole.
	Sproing!
	Maggie found Alex with his dick hard.  His gleaming eyes staring at the scene in the bedroom.  What was he hard about, though?  Larissa, Farris, Angela?  Or the whole sex act in general?
	Maggie worked Alex’s pud, pressed her naked body against his and seriously worked his cock until he was groaning.  Here we go again!  

	The heat of the day was replaced by the coolness of the evening.  It was getting darker, cooler, and then again—hotter.  Dogs barked, a barbeque was taking place at the Bambly household, but there were few who were willing to taste any of Jess Bambly’s food after his “famous stew” failure.  The scent of roses and wildweed filled the air, and Alex Rogan’s nose.  The mixed scents somewhat soothed him—his cock; however, was in peril.
	Alex’s cock was in peril ‘cause it was buried to the hilt up Maggie Gordon’s asshole.  Maggie Gordon was bent over before Alex, one hand on a knee while the other went from friggin her cum soaked, pussy juice soaked cunt to tweaking her nipples, spanking herself, and holding herself steady against a fence.
	Alex held the hips of his girl, clutching tightly with images of young naked girls filling his mind once more.  His cock was no where near ecstasy; there was more discomfort in the deal than pleasure—but he strove to reach over the discomfort to just taste the pleasure.  Thankfully, Maggie’s asshole was fairly tight and attaining that particular goal was not so far off.
	It just required a bit of work.
	The pumping was slow and methodical; squirting his juice on the likes of Angela, eight year old Courtney Blythe who lived nearby, fourteen year old Shannon Bryce, and all the aforementioned girls, too; kept his dick hard and his ability to fuck going until he was extremely exhausted and only minorally achieved a monochrome amount of orgasm.

	Somehow they made way back to Alex’s abode.  Louis was asleep, naked; their Mom was working overtime in town.  Alex and Maggie made for the shower and happily showered together.  Not much in the way of sex, there—there was hugging, slow dancing, and more kissing.  Maggie liked the slow dancing bit; Alex hummed some tune and the two swayed under the spray of the shower.
	It was damn near close to love.
	Maggie for one was well enamored with Alex; slow dancing in the shower was way cool.  She didn’t know if it was commonplace or not—if other couples, married or otherwise, did the same thing.  She thought it was cool and enjoyed the moment for as long as it would last.
	Which was about five minutes.
	It had been about 8:30 or so when they had stepped into the shower, a few minutes later and Alex’s younger brother, Louis, came in for a pee.  Not in the shower—but then again, Maggie wouldn’t have minded…
	Louis took his pee—Alex was a little annoyed at his interruptive presence.  So was Maggie, but a few seconds.  Her moment of bliss with Alex slow dancing in the shower was magical.  Then she got over it.  Out of the shower went and right to the younger brother’s cock.  She licked the tip trying to stick her tongue into his piss slit!  
	While she enjoyed his puddling, his brother, still in the shower, masturbated and watched.  The annoyance level faded and his horny level gained.  Mostly he focused on Maggie’s wiggling ass.  Larissa Gilrad had a nice ass—a very nice ass (especially when naked!)  then every other girl in the park.
	Alex came out of the shower—sizing up the situation, mostly his girlfriend’s ass.  His cock was hard, sure, but not wholly one hundred percent willing to fuck.  Maybe tomorrow or next week.  
	But Maggie’s ass was wondrous and down to his knees he went.
	With her asshole freshly cleaned it was even tighter than usual.  Kind of good—kind of bad.  Alex was willing, his cock was so-so.  Giving his cock a little more time—Alex took his tongue to Maggie’s hole, kissing her cheeks and placing hickies on each one.  Then he began tonguing her hole, crack, and pussy.
	Meanwhile, Louis was squirting delicious spunk into Maggie’s mouth.
	Louis locked eyes with his brother—it was a little awkward but that was the way it was.  The young boy humped, drained his lizard then pulled out.  Maggie was in control, she took his member and rubbed it all over her face; small bits of his young love spunk squirted all over fresh cleaned face.

	‘I’m not kissing her until she uses some mouthwash.’ declared Alex.
	And speaking of Alex—his cock went nicely all over Maggie’s ass, up and down the twitching cunt and that was where it finally slipped in.  Alex’s eyes rolled and fluttered—then his whole body fluttered in a shudder never before experienced (but he knew he wanted it to again and again and again.)
	All the way and then the pumping started.  Meanwhile, he pressed his thumb to her asshole and diddled her there until such a time as his agony transmitted to her and she stopped sucking and playing with his brother and turned herself about to suck and play with him.
	That was almost as tormenting.
	Louis enjoyed the new view—Maggie’s ass.  She spread her legs open wide and he gawked at her goodie bits.  Her mouth went down gobbling on Alex’s cock, sucking him fully, cupping his balls, and bringing him to a new heightened awareness that was beyond orgasm.
	Maggie was good.  She had good sucking power  and finally managed to get her stud to cum.  And what a cum it was!  A huge jut of clear sticky goo spurted from his dick; his cock pulsed and continued emptying strands and strands of the thickly substance until there absolutely was no more.
	Louis had been humping Maggie’s ass but was unable to cum—until Maggie turned her cocksucking prowess to him and like her brother—drained him and then some.

	The evening was cooling with washes of heat from the nearby desert.  Ms. Carlitta’s miniature poodle barked his brains out; two cats, Gabby and Tabby yeowled on a fence rail; a deputy sheriff’s car was at the trailer of Otis (in regards to Jonas who was sinking into mental instability more and more and needed special attention.)
	Eric scuffed the ground and tried to think of a plan.
	“It’s five miles to town.” complained Derrick. 
	“I know that.” Eric replied.  He wasn’t looking forward to hoofing it the five miles along the desert hiway, either.  But they were too young to drive and needed someone they could trust who could.
	Maggie Rogan was spotted leaving the Gordon home.
	“Hang on a sec.” Eric said and dashed off to intercept her.
	Derrick and Katey “hung loose” by Mr. O’Riley’s prize blue roses; Derrick whipped his dick out and peed on them.  He didn’t Mr. O’Riley and wasn’t particularly fond of his fucking roses, either.

 	Eric returned with Maggie in tow in short time.  She seemed to be “glowing” and somewhat hyper; but was willing to drive the kids into town as they had missed the bus and they were going to stay the weekend at a friends.
	Maggie knew it was a line.  The kids were up to something—but she was a good egg and used her Mom’s car to take the ragrats to town.  Along the way—
	nothing happened.
	But even in entity form, the long five miles of desert hiway in the middle of the night was a wee bit on the spooky side.  Which is why when in town and the kids were dropped off at an apartment building—Dom the Entity stayed in the car.  He very muchly wanted to stay with the kids and help them in their endeavors—but he kinda figured they had it covered.
	Good thing, too, cause on the way back along the Desert Hiway who should appear but some riffraff Tarantualas of the Desert Scourge.  It was Panhead, Ozy, Junkyard, and Cos.  The group roared passed Maggie as she cruised the short distance from the town back to the fleaspeck trailer park.  They scared her as she knew them to be dangerous during the day—at night they were a whole other danger.
	Just before the lone palm tree along the road signaling the halfway point—there was a loud BANG!  The car swerved and ran off onto the gravely side.  Maggie scared out of her wits overcorrected and had it not been for her unseen passenger the car would have flipped.  Somehow, her hands and feet cooperated in the correction of the car and it came to rest just plowing into the dirt berm that ran alongside the road.
	Maggie had no time to catch her breath as the thunderous sounds of Scourge motorcycles descended around the car.  Panhead Nelson brought his huge monstrosity up against the driver’s door—he made some comment in a degrading manner to be sure but his words were drowned out by the gunning of his bike’s engine (as well as the others that were around, too.)
	Ozy gunned his bike and shot it up onto the back end of the car and up onto the roof, then down onto the front and off into the desert.  Maggie was freaking out.  
	As the bikers piled around the car, shaking it and trying to have sex with it with their bikes up on the hood and trunk—a hellacious whirlwind came upon them.  Bikers went flying everywhere—sand in their eyes and mass confusion.  The wind that was upon them was louder than their bikes had been.  The Wind LIFTED 180 pound Panhead tossing him like tumbleweed into the desert—then his bike came to land on him, too.

	Ozy and Cos were slammed together and then sent twirling in the Wind’s furor as like they were ballerinas.  Junkyard was lifted up and sent smacking the one lone tree where he came to rest on a limb twenty feet up from the warm desert floor.
	The Wind surrounded the car; Maggie sat totally terrified.  The sand storm enveloping her car had prevented her from seeing the fate of the Scourge.  “Tarantulas” lay scattered everywhere—alive, but in some peril.  
	“Go home.” A Voice said to her.  “NOW”
	Somehow Maggie found her hands turning the ignition key.  Somehow the late model ‘60s car started and Maggie backed off of the dirt berm.  Slowly she engaged the gear selector to Drive, turned the wheels to head home—then she floored it and sped away fast.
	The Wind swirled about the Desert Scourge Tarantulas inflicting more harsh sand into their eyes and skin.  Rocks, pebbles, sticks, tumbleweeds, and bits of cacti assaulted the bikers then slowly lapsed.  
	None of the bikers could move much—they lay in disarray; moaning, groaning, bleeding.  The Wind lay in its own heap further out in the desert, alone.

*

A newness of being
	You know that feeling when you’ve been out partying and wake up someplace else you’ve never been before?  Dom the Entity felt that way—but there was more to it.  There was the initial disorientation, some puking, retching, gagging, followed by a lot of dizziness followed by a lot of stumbling.
	Stumbling?
	The heat of the desert near blistered his hands.
	He could hear the surf crashing against the rocks; and the wind (a different wind) kissing the desert-scape that was all around him.  He could FEEL the wind; smell what could be guessed as coyote shit; and then his own bad—really bad, body odor.
	He was whole.
	He was he himself again.
	He was human.

	The disorientation lasted a while longer—his mind was flooded with incredible memories that finally emitting a bugger of a scream silenced them and the memories faded.  After that he sat on his knees feeling very-very tired, thirsty, hungry, and with very little knowledge of what had happened (to him) or why.
	Two disgusting vultures sat on a branch of a desert tree sizing him up.
	“Fuck off!” Dom said.  The birds fluttered their wings and took flight, one dropping a sizable poop on his shoulder.
	“Asshole.”
	Standing was not a good thing.  He tried it—didn’t like it.  Even in mid stride of attempting to stand upright failed and the disorientation that had faded suddenly loomed back up and he went hurtling to the warm desert sand.
	“Fuck it.” Dom said.  The sand was warm and actually kinda good to him.  He lay there, still, naked, but alive—and human.

	At length he tried the standing thing again.  There was relative success in that venture; he crashed into the tree the vultures (who had returned) were perched on.  The birds flew off when he made the crash; breaking off one of the limbs he made a sort of makeshift crutch to help steady him.  Then it was all about “what way to go.”
	Stiff breezes with the scent of “ocean” came from to the side of him; a beach meant people.  So he hoped and thought.  His bare feet didn’t particular like the warming sand or bits of sharp pebbles and stickers.  How he had come to be naked he didn’t know.  How he had come to be out in the middle of a desert he didn’t know, either.  It was a little frightening but he managed to curb the fear and make for the beach.
	
*

If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments
	Somewhere close by…
	She awoke in a funk—dazed, confused, and highly disorientated.  A foul taste was in her mouth; a ringing in her ears; blurred vision; and general all around “What the…?”
	Slowly did her consciousness make her aware of the fact that she was “moving.”  No, not her herself particularly but the environment she was in.  She was inside some vehicle of some sort—much more information than that would take more time to gather.  She couldn’t see very well—it was kinda dark—no, she was blindfolded.
	Blindfolded and gagged with her hands bound behind her!
	Oh shit!
	Kidnapped!
	How she couldn’t quite grasp—her last memory was standing outside the studio where she worked.  The shooting day was over, she was tired and going home to shower then meet the gang she worked with at their bar later on.  She never made it home for that shower. 
	What happened she had no clear memory.  She was simply standing outside the tv studio and then nextly—she was in peril.  There was panic and accompanying fear but Kari Nory managed to “get a grip” and contain the pending panic.  She was kidnapped; ok, she got that part.  The intent purposes of her being kidnapped though were not exactly clear—it was only apparent that the only reason anyone would want to kidnap her would be for sexual purposes.
	She guessed an EMAD had been used against her.
	Good guess.
	Her fears continued to plague her and frighten her; it was a tough deal to maintain herself so as she could gather “what the fuck” had happened to her and where she was.
	She was laying down, face down.  A grungy carpet was there, kinda stanky.  It was a logical guess that she was in a truck, a cargo type truck, or a van.  Rubbing her face on the grungy stanky carpet she managed to move the blindfold.  Her hands were bound tightly behind her with her ankles bound the same AND the two tied together (hog tied.)
	Details of her environment were still negligible.  The angle she was in was not good and moving (on her own) wasn’t much better.  She got a leg cramp that nearly sent her out of her skin.  She wanted to stretch and then there was the need to pee.
	The road the vehicle traveled on was rough.  Kari figured it to a gravel road or a hard dirt road.  The van made lots of noise and she thought she could hear voices; there was country music playing thru the van’s radio.
	At length Kari was aware of the van going up—steadily and for a long while, turning this way and that.  A windy road.  A windy road going up hill.  Up and up and up.  Kari, unfortunately, was not familiar with the area—she was a transplant from the City.  But she hoped to keep note of the various aspects of her trip to retell later to authorities.  Of course, she would first have to have that ability…
	Finally the van (or whatever it was she was in) toped out and leveled.  The road was still twisty and wasn’t level for long and began dipping down.  The road was seriously steep and it wasn’t long before Kari smelt smoke.

	The road got rougher and even questionable; and the van’s brakes got hotter!  Kari sensed peril and impending doom.  She couldn’t believe it; if not kidnapped for sexual purposes and other assorted deviant behavior; then she’d die in some fucking car accident!  Unbelievable!
	The van’s brakes began to squeal and squeak and then groan.
	Finally it stopped.
	“That aint good.” said a male voice.
	“Wasn’t like that when I checked here last.” then, “Damn.”
	“How much further?”
	“Too far to hoof it.”
	Doors were heard opening and slamming shut.  Kari tried rolling to get herself into a better position but it wasn’t easy when being hogtied.  She did manage at length to sit up on her knees—it was a struggle and she was exhausted.  She needed a breather but continued her efforts to gather as much information as she could.
	Her blindfold had managed to work its way to her nose—not the direction she intended as it was tighter that way but oh well.  She took a moment for herself and then gave a quick look around.  It was a van.  A big one, one of those custom extended vans.  Orange carpeting, nappy shag type very soiled possibly by engine bulks and such.  There was a hoist inside the van locked down; paneled walls and ceiling; two huge wooden crates and a long metal box similar to a toolbox.
	There was a petition ¾ width wise; then the sliding door.  No windows but there was a double opening rear door.  Peeking around the petition Kari was aware that there were others but she couldn’t tell much about them as she caught sight of why the van had abruptly stopped:  not more then ten feet from the bumper of the short nosed 1970s type van was a small gorge.  A bridge there had been at one time, fairly recently apparently according to one of the men who stood in front of the van bitching.
	The gorge was a sandy dry river, five feet or so deep spanning some sixty feet across.  Rocks, boulders, desert trees and pine trees littered the dry river.  Passage to the other side was impossible.
	So was backing up.
	The van was at a steep descent and when the driver tried backing up—the wheels spun and the van skidded forward and not back up the narrow desert road as intended.
	“We’re screwed.” said the passenger man.  What the other man said Kari couldn’t make out—but he clearly wasn’t happy.

	The driver was a tall fellow, blond hair, not too displeasing in the looks department; his passenger was a little shorter, pudgy, big blond mustache, oddball nerd glasses (tape in the middle support), and a few years younger, too.
	For a moment the two men sat leaning against the front of the van talking amongst themselves.  Escape would not be prudent at the present moment—too much noise would be involved.  Kari firstly would have to find something to cut her bindings.  Then, she’d need a weapon of some sort—providing that an EMAD hadn’t been used on her.
	And how many “others” were there on the other side of the petition?
	She was about to find out.

	At length the two men went out of sight.  She heard them alongside the van and thought it best if she was back in the position she should be; which was laying down.  That was a struggle, too.  Just as she got back to her original position, the side door slid open and flooded the gloomy musty interior with bright sunlight.  The light was blinding and made Kari shut her eyes tightly and hold them that way for several seconds.
	Slowly she opened them and saw:
	A young girl about ten; red hair, fresh freckled face, yellow top, blue shorts.  The tall blond man was up behind her, right up behind her patting her chest!  Kari was speechless.  A gag vomit formed in her throat; there was so much confusion she couldn’t thing straight for nothing.
	The blond man lifted the girl’s top; she had a trainer on and that was taken off with the yellow top.  Then went to his knees with his hands all over the girl’s bared chest, caressing attention to her developing breasts, more patting with hands sliding down to her pants.
	The girl seemed uncaring.  She stared straight ahead, unblinking, uncaring.  The man behind her pulled her pants down.  The second man, the passenger with the huge blond mustache, came into view—with his cock out!  Kari nearly retched as she watched the second man as he stood right up to the young uncaring girl.  He masturbated his oddly shaped cock—it was formed differently than most other cocks—but it was hard and up against the little girl’s face.
	The first man looked into the van seeing that Kari was watching.
	The second man was a little concerned, but then turned his attention back to his hellish deed with the finale being inserting his odd shaped cock into her mouth.
	Kari passed out.

*

How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis?  Raise my hand
	It had been a good plan; take some “passenger guests” to a remote miner’s shack in the high desert hills just outside of Town.  Gary hadn’t couldn’t on recent rains, though, washing away a critical bridge along the way.  His work van was a good van, sturdy, hard working, but no match for spanning a small sandy gorge.  And too heavy to back the fuck up the narrow road.
	A plan another would have to be concocted—but in the meantime.
	With her pants and panties down, Mike’s throbbing misaligned schlong went up against little Sarah Harny’s face.  She was ten, she was cute—way cute, and ten.  Not much in the titty department, but she was ten.  She was very cute with her red hair pulled back in a loose pony tail; her body was very slender, a little on the short side; outgoing and playful.  
	Gary was very glad that his best pal had finally gotten to join in on the festivities Linda had been enjoying.  She was not disappointed at not coming along; with her physical disability she was limited in participating in the adventure.  As far as she knew it was just one young girl the boys were going to take out somewhere remote to enjoy and enjoy and enjoy.
	Part of that was true.

	The miner’s shack was some five miles further from the bridge.  With the bridge “gone” the doings that were to be done at the shack would just have to be done where they were.  Rocks and large limbs were put under the tires to keep the van from sliding.  Gary fretted ‘cause it was a hell of a long walk back to any sort of civilization to get help.  And he couldn’t get regular help, he would have to hoof it to a phone booth or most likely to the fleaspeck trailer park, get a ride to his home in Town and arrange to get a tow-truck and … work it out from there.
	In the meantime…
	Sarah Harny.
	She was ten.
	She was cute.
	She was naked.
	Well, her pants and panties were at her ankles; her top and trainer off on the ground.  Best friend Mike was with his cock guiding slowly in and out of her mouth—and doing so with great pleasure.  Gary ran his hands all over the naked girl, caressing her all over with increasing unnatural desires.

	Mike humped, Gary fondled, the heat heated and Kari Nory returned to conscious state.  Little Sarah did nothing but accept the odd shaped man tool into her mouth—and did so without retching, gagging, or even crying.  Kari knew then that an EMAD was surely involved.  (and she would be right).
	While Mike humped Sarah’s face, Gary stood up and down came his pants and underwear.  Up against the back of Sarah’s head Gary humped, then he spread his stance, adjusted his position and began caressing the girl’s backside with his hard cock aiming for her smallish delicate ass.
	Mike pulled out and stepped back—mostly to take in the girl’s naked pussy.  Then he stepped back into view and helped position the girl, taking her to a bent over position.  Gary then began seriously licking the girl’s ass, crack, and especially her asshole.  His fingers fingered the hole, rubbed her pussy, and increased the sexual lust the two men had for little girls.
	Kari turned her head as she didn’t really want to watch.  She tried wriggling in her bindings and did manage to find some loosening, but she was still constricted and when she tried too hard to free herself she got a tremendous leg cramp and had to stop to concentrate on that relief first.
	Outside, little Sarah Harney got boinked.  Er, buggered.  The tall man with lots of blond hair and a gold earring stud was humping the little girl.  He wasn’t all the way in, but close counts.  His cock was prelubed with a special lubricant just for buggering young asses.  A generous glob had been applied to Sarah’s asshole, too.
	Mike’s cock rested against Sarah’s head—it wasn’t her asshole he wanted to sink his odd shaped cock into but the adjacent hole.  And consequently, it wasn’t her herself he actually wanted to fuck but another girl (who wasn’t present.)  more on that later
	Anyways, Gary schlepped his salami most of the way into the little girl’s backdoor passage.  The head and an inch.  His cock bent and did a poor job at sodomy—mostly he pulled out to hump the girl’s ass and then between her legs to hump her virgin slit.
	Deflowering her virgin slit was left up to the mighty horny and determined Mike.  For that she was laid out on the ground out of view of the aware Kari who locked eyes with the tall blond and held great disdain for his heinous actions.
	Sarah, though, was only the beginning.
	While Mike committed his heinous deed, Gary reached into the van and pulled out another girl, standing her up in the door step.   She was even younger than the first!  Purple pants, yellow dots and other designs; light lavender top.  

 	The First Man caressed her body, patting her butt and sliding down her pants.  It was mostly for the benefit of Kari.  The Man checked her, smiled, and patted the 2nd girl’s butt.  Kari shook her head in disbelief, but there would be more of that to come, too.
	The second girl, Jill Ercial, was a mere eight.  She was very-very cute, light brown hair pulled back into a single long pony tail.  White panties with little cartoon characters on them.  Gary caressed and patted the girl’s butt, then after pulling off her top he suckled on her undeveloped nipples—all the while slipping his hand inside her panties.
	Kari’s stomach tightened and she clenched herself all watching the horror.  Down came the little girl’s panties; she was then laid out on the filthy carpet with her legs held back and outward.  The horrid man “went down on her” from there and licked her out for some time.
	After a few minutes he turned her over, pulled her ass up some and pushed his face into her crack.  Kari felt ill.  The man made slurping noises while he did his deed—Kari was glad that the little girl was not “aware” of her predicament.  She wished, too, that she wasn’t.
	Gary licked and licked all over Jill’s pussy and asshole, then stood her up and placed her outside.  Another girl was pulled into play, she was a teenage girl having red hair that was kind of frizzy and pulled back into a large bouncy pony tail that was just to her shoulders.  She had tits, the First man sucked on the teen’s tits thru her shirt—a teeshirt of gray with an outer open shirt of red; tight regular jeans.  
	Kari couldn’t believe what she was seeing and felt the horrid feeling of the need to pee.  The cramp to her leg was getting worse and intolerable.  As she fussed in her agony she got the unwanted attention of the First Man.  He stopped sucking on Gretchen’s titties and came to Kari.
	“Problem?”
	Kari held her tongue but her struggle told him there was a indeed a “problem.”
	“If you fuss, make a fuss, be a fuss—you’ll regret it,” said the man, “got it?”
	Kari seethed but nodded that she indeed “got it.”  She didn’t want to think about it—in no way—what the man was capable of.  She would just have to bide her time—wait and see.  Opportunity would present itself and then she would act.
	Until then…degradation.
	Her legs were freed, sort of—just undone from the hogtie of her hands.  But with her legs straightening out she felt way better.  No less peril was she in but relief to her legs she would take whatever.

	The man then placed a hand to her pussy and squeezed.  Kari couldn’t help but fuss.  Thru her tight salvia soaked gag she exclaimed “youth sonuff a beeth!”
	Gary paid her no mind to her ranting attempt and grabbed a holt of her cunny, squeezed and found wetness there.  Smiling he repositioned himself, straddling her face and coming down right near to her nose—then he farted.	A long horrendous chainsaw fart.  He was quite proud of it.  Then he began undoing her pants and pushing them down.  Kari wriggled and was in much fussing.  Gary sat right on her face, clenched his thighs and began fingering her pussy greatly.
	No amount of “wiggling” or wriggling was going to prevent the man above her from his insane deed.  Right down on her face was his nasty ass, farting and forcing his dirt chute onto her nose.  Then, his fingers were massaging her pussy slowly inching down her panties.
	His asshole was on her nose only momentarily.  He raised up and went down on her, licking out tatted pussy with much glee.  A tattoo of a rearing horse in flames was just above and to one side of her hairless cunt.  A hairless cunt.  She liked her beaver cleanly shaven but didn’t like strange fingers fingering it.
	When Kari fussed and fussed too much—the man’s ass came down onto her face with his thighs clenching her head tightly.  She had to endue being fingered.  She knew there was no other option for the moment and just had to endure the indignity.
	But the indignity began to get more and more involved as the man licked out her cunt and did so expertly.  Kari’s wriggling was not so much done in refusal of allowing the man pleasure but from getting ignited.
	Gary sensed the woman getting fired up.  She wavered on the edge of submitting or continuing to try and deny.  But the man’s talented tongue was doing its job—despite the fact that Kari had peed a little.  It didn’t seem to bother the man and he engulfed the cunt fully driving the thirty-one year old into a serious sexual furor.

	Mike’s drive was to penetrate.  He cared not the age of the girl, or the hole.  She was “under” anyways but he did note a little reaction as his misshapen cock broke thru her hymen.  The head of his monstrous dong and a bit of shaft went nestling further into Sarah’s sex.  Older pussy would have been better and there WAS older pussy in the van, but he was doing Sarah at the moment and Sarah would have to do.

	The sweet little innocent girl’s eyes bulged as her cunny was breeched.  Mike took his time but knew that some hole he was going to have to fully fill—eventually (and soon.)  In the meantime, he humped little Sarah Harny.  He got a bit more shaft into her, peered into the van to see his best friend who had made the event possible squashing his bare ass down onto Kari Nory’s face.
	Sarah began to twist some and her young nipples perk up; Mike slid his snake a little more into her recess, then pulled out and was grossed by the smattering of blood coating his schlong.  Using her own panties he cleaned his dick, wiped her pussy—then stuffed said pussy and continued fucking.
	Laying beside them on cast off clothing was the eight year old Jill Ercial.  While Mike attempted a monochrome amount of full vaginal penetration on Sarah, he rubbed and spanked Jill’s ass.  This venture naturally got him harder and harder.

	Amazingly, Kari was cumming.  She had never cum before with some horndog guy eating her pussy out.  She was disgusted by the man’s flagrant doings—his nasty ass right-RIGHT in her face, but his tongue work to her cunt was amazing!
	Then he pushed her pants and panties down to her bound ankles.  Kari sensed that she was going to be raped—that was a given.  Probably fucked in the ass—that was a given, too.  To what end her fate she wasn’t sure.  She feared being killed but wasn’t sure if the two men were that kind of monster.  They were monstrous enough to kidnap her for obviously sexual purposes.  But to snuff her?
	She hoped not.
	She was, though, rolled over and the man spanked her butt.

	Mike’s cock stabbed little Sarah for a couple of minutes; then took a poke to her similarly virgin asshole.  Just barely could he manage to get the head of his cock into her super tight hole.  He settled for humping her crevice.  Grinding his cock hard into her young slit he humped with a determination.  Little Sarah wriggled some, was unbound, and slowly beginning to become “aware” of her circumstances.
	Inside the van, Gary was smacking Kari Nory’s ass.
	The need to sink his pud into a hole was great.  From within the van he pulled out another red haired girl, Gretchen Deetz.  Gary had been messing with her until distracted by Kari.  The red hair teen sat on the instep of the van and was very aware of her surroundings but still under the control of the EMAD used against her—if only to curb her emotions.

	Mike could see her emotions wailing in her shimmering green eyes.  He smiled to her and stood her up, sized her up, then felt her up.  Gretchen struggled within herself but there was nothing she could do.  The man with the thick blond mustache was in control.

	Only when his hand stung and Kari’s ass turned tomato red did he finally at last stop the impromptued spanking.  Then he positioned himself between her legs, parted her cheeks and began a rear assault charge.  Kari had been butt fucked before—but not many times.  She didn’t particularly care for it but tolerated it as it was another conquest hole for a guy to fill and command.
	Gary firstly smacked his hardened rod against the inflamed cheeks, dragged the head up and down her crack with teasing probes to her anus.  Kari struggled some to clench herself and persuade the horrid man from making anal entry.
	Didn’t work.
	Gary was forceful and when it was evident that his Subject was trying to deny him access, he smacked her ass HARD and Kari relented—cussing into the nappy grungy carpeting all the while.
	A little fingering of the dirt chute, some spittle, some petroleum jelly, and anal fucking was on its way.  Just after the head of his 7-incher slipped past the rim the anal muscles gave in and Gary’s dong made entry.  After each succeeding thrust there was more anal territory taken.
	Kari’s face grinded against the carpet as from behind her her kidnapper plowed her hole.  It was a little uncomfortable and to take her mind off of being sodomized—she watched as the other man did his shtick.

	Thirteen year old Gretchen Deetz batted her eyes but that was about all the could do.  A pudgy man with blue eyes (and a big mustache) removed her top but not her gray undershirt—not yet.  He mawed her breasts instead.  Slowly did Gretchen realize her peril; there were two little girls laying on the ground; she was in an unfamiliar place; and the man before her (with the big blond mustache) was naked.
	Batting her eyes repeatedly, though, was all Gretchen could do.  The naked man fondled her breast, squeezed them then slipped his hands down her body to her jeans.  
	‘NO!’ screamed Gretchen—to herself.  She tried fending off the man’s doings—but to no avail.  It was like as if something were holding her, keeping her still.  All she could do was stare passed the man to the rough terrain of boulders and desert gorge landscape.

	“Don’t worry, hon, it gets much-much worse.”
	The words burrowed into her ear, into her mind as much as his foul cock had burrowed into her asshole.  Kari felt the twinge of sickness welling up inside her.  Mass confusion swelled within her and she knew that if she didn’t get a grip soon she would slowly lose her friggin mind.
	Gary patted Kari’s ass, then he moved around the other side of the petition.  Kari cussed, ‘Shit, forgot to tell him I need to pee.’  she crossed her legs pinched back to need.
	From beyond the van’s metal petition came another teen girl.  She was the oldest at about sixteen.  Reddish brown hair, average size all around, bigger titties than most girls in her age group; a bit bigger in the butt department, too.
	Her face wasn’t all that spectacular and she just had this aura about her dictating that she was “someone special” when in facts she was not.  She struggled as she was pulled out of the van passed the other girl whose teeshirt had been removed along with her bra by the other man.
	Kari moved herself to watch—she might as well more or less not so much as for curiosity’s sake but for detailing the heinous’ of the two mens’ crime.  And for curiosity’s sake, too.
	Like Gretchen, sixteen year old Krista McKoy tried her best to fend off her attacker/assaulter.  Didn’t work.  The tall man (no mustache) ran his hands all over her body—touching and squeezing like he owned her.  (and for the time being—he did.)  Krista fussed as much as she could but like Gretchen had found out—to no avail.  
	Gary sized up the girl, squeezed and tweaked her nipples before pulling off her old fashioned sleeveless yellow top with red flowers all over them.  She had a nice set of tits and like he had done to Gretchen, he did likewise to Krista—sucked her titties thru her bra.  
	Krista flailed about madly—trapped inside her body unable to move or cause a commotion.  Gary nipped her nipples thru the fabric of her bra then smoothed his hand to her backside and down inside her pants.  The teenager who had just turned sixteen began to panic.  Gary’s hands went inside her pants discovering the absence of panties!
	Oh!
	Beside them, Gretchen’s pants and panties were off; she lay with her butt on the instep of the van’s sliding door—right leg hook up to the van’s interior wall, left leg spread wide out to the frame on the left.  The vulgar man with the huge blond mustache then proceeded to eat her young virgin pussy and drive her sexually insane.

	Gretchen Deetz had never been eaten out before; under duress (later on) she admitted to fingering herself but never by anyone else’s fingers.  She had felt the hardness of a boy’s cock pressed against her during school dances; she had seen boys her age and younger naked, peeing, and masturbating.  She had actually limited knowledge on sex acts, she knew the basic Missionary Position but nothing else (Around-the-World (girl on the guy’s stick turning herself around); 69ing; reverse Missionary; doggie style; and a few more.)
	Her education was just beginning.
	Kari watched as the man did his thing.  The poor teen didn’t know what to think—or do.  She flailed about aimlessly but was no threat.  The man ran his hands up her young body and continued eating her pussy out until such a time came where another need arose.
	From the first brushing of the man’s oddly shaped cock the young teen froze.  Fingering herself had been one thing—actually having a cock slid into her cunt was something else.  She was a virgin but there wasn’t much blood to speak of and her hymen membrane was very thin.  Mike made a quick thrust and the deed of de-virginizing the German girl transplant was a done deed.
	Mike began to pump, slowly at first.  With each thrust the girl’s eyes bulged.  She wasn’t so much frozen in fear as she was frozen with a newness, an awareness she hadn’t been exposed to before and it rocked her world.  Her pretty eyes blinked excessively with accompanying facial contortions suggesting that though lo the act was indeed rape—it wasn’t that bad.  Her nipples hardened and she found herself tweaking her own nipples!
	Mike drove his prick into her cunt and got busy with the pumping.

	Krista stood dumbfounded, locked inside her own body unable to free herself regardless of the fact that her hands and feet were not bound by any visible means.  She knew, though, that some mind altering electronic device had been used against her.  That was a given.
	Her top and bra off the day’s warmth kissed her topless body; her mind blotted out the horror being done unto her—but her eyes caught sight of another nude man with his face down between a naked girl’s legs, licking her pussy!  Krista wriggled inside her body but just wasn’t capable of doing anything.
	Down came her pants.  Gary sat on his knees eyeing Krista’s pussy.  No panties.  He didn’t ask “where’s your panties”, he just sat on his knees smiling.  Camel toe.  Krista’s cunt was not virginal.  His fingers went to her beaver, pinching the lips and running the back of his finger up and down.

	Krista tightened up her young teen body but it did nothing to dissuade the man’s fingering of her.  His other hand came to smooth over her ass, squeeze the cheeks and dig inside her crack to probe her equally non-virgin asshole.
	After much ado about fingering, the man stood up to embrace the girl, pat her and caress her.  Then after helping her out of her pants he helped her back inside the van climbing over the naked pair in the doorway.  Krista was laid out in the very back of the work van, legs spread wide.  Kari (and Krista) wondered what next?
	What next was Krista’s brother, Kyle.  The fully clothed boy was brought to his naked sister and was aware of her and what was going on.  He was fourteen.  Not so much under duress did the young boy admit freely his shenanigans with his sister.
	It started when Kyle had been just ten—and his dick got hard when the wind blew.  Pretty girls, girls in bikinis, girls in general got him a generous erection.  Putting a “book in front of it” helped sorta-kinda; but he needed a better solution than that.
	The solution was wanking.  And lots of it.
	And with the lots of wanking came the cum.
	At just ten years young he had an orgasm like no other.  Of course, wanking off in the bathroom spewing cum was a first.  It freaked him out and who should happen by but his sister.  Though she was a mere twelve, Krista Lynn McKoy was schooled in the actions of masturbation—and what came of it.
	It was embarrassing, sure, but then again—the pleasures of having one’s sister whack you off was beyond embarrassment.  Happily and very happily did he let his sibling take him to new heighten pleasures; she played with his balls, caressed his butt and sucked him off.
	She did!
	Cocksucking was something Krista Lynn McKoy liked—a lot!  It mattered not that the cock she sucked was her brother’s.  She sucked his cock, his best friend’s cock, and when she had been caught sucking their cocks by the best friend’s Dad—she sucked him, too!
	She did!
	“And you fuck her, too?” Kyle was asked.
	Deeply embarrassed was Kyle—especially with his naked sister laying out right before him; unknown danger before him; other people around him; he himself kidnapped for some particular purpose or another.  But he nodded and admitted, Yes.

	After much ado about getting blown, Kyle wanted to see Krista naked.  He had seen her naked a few times before, usually and mostly just in her underwear or swimwear.  But fully nude was his ultimate goal.  Krista was not ashamed of her body and was a kinky-naughty girl who unabashededly peeled off her clothes and let her young brother have himself a look.
	Then, there, right there on the bathroom floor—they fucked.
	Missionary style first.  It was Kyle’s first fuck.  He was ten, Krista was twelve.  Before Kyle turned eleven, he was enjoying 69ing and Reverse Missionary.  He liked the latter ‘cause he was able to feel his sister’s ass and ogle her growing breasts.
	Doing it doggie-style came when he was twelve.
	“How often do you fuck?”
	Once to twice a week.
	And Krista, too, was getting humped by her brother’s best friend AND his Dad!  Sometimes all at the same time!  Oh!  She did!
	Then it was learned that Krista, Kyle, the best friend, and the best friend’s Dad were members of a very prominent upstanding upscale church.  Of course!  
	Gary pulled off Kyle’s shirt, then undone the boy’s pants…

	Gretchen had been turned around with her face grinding into the crappy soiled carpeting, her knees on the ribbed step; the naughty cunt munching man positioned himself behind her and jabbed into her his fuck stick.  He grinned the entire time, giggling and blushing—and pushing his dick into her tight unforgiving asshole.
	The girl wept some as she was buggered, the man buggering her didn’t care and smacked her ass and drove his hardened prick into all the more.  Gary turned around to see the doings and temporarily ceased his doings with Kyle to join in.  He moved sitting himself before the girl taking a hand holt of her frizzy hair and popped into her mouth his cock
	Kyle had an erection.  His naked sister was the cause, then there was the near naked Kari and turning his head there was the naked Gretchen being fucked from behind having to suck off the other guy.  Sure the scene was horrid and despicable—but other than that…

	Mike held Gretchen’s ass grinning big as his best friend put himself before and fed her his cock.  He didn’t mind the unplanned stop in their destination—it was working out.  He was fully into the German girl; his balls slapped hard as his cock stretched (and stretched out her asshole).  

	Gary’s cock nestled nicely into the hapless girl’s mouth; he pulled out to slap her face with it then angled himself a bit more and had the girl suck on his nuggets, too.  She did, so, reluctantly.  Gary re-fed her his cock and pumped her head but then let go to return to Kyle and finish up there.
	The intent was to firstly have Kyle fuck his sister—but Gary was too pent up and after lowering the boy’s underwear he positioned himself on top of the sixteen year old girl and pushed into her hot naughty-oh-so naughty sex his aching cock.
	Slow methodic pumps—at first.  Kyle masturbated behind watching.  He was not as horrified as he should have been—he was awed and even mystified.  He HAD seen his sister get fucked before; his best friend and the best friend’s Dad.  But still…
	Krista thrashed some but did relent to her fate.  The man fucking her was good—just as good as her brother’s best friend’s Dad.  She tried for a bit to resist and not get into the fact that she WAS being raped, but the man had a way about him.  He knew what he was doing and what he was supposed to do with his cock other than just “stick it in and pump like hell.”  He found the way to grind against her clit to stimulate her and drive her to ecstasy hell.
	The man ignited a serious flame within her—there was no denying that.  Down onto her body he lay positioning himself in a certain way whereas his cock dove deeper into her cunny as well as nicely grinded against her clitoris.  Very seldom in her sexual life had that ever happened.  Usually she was left to “finish the job” herself.
	The man lay on her but not squashingly; fondled her breasts and worked just his hips in a methodic pumping motion.  Krista clung to the carpeting, arched her back as much as she could and endured the assault that was more tantalizing than she could imagine.  
	She was cumming.  It wasn’t her first time but DAMN!  There was no concentration possible as every nerve ending in her young body tingled with the pending excitable outcome (of being raped.)  Her toes clenched and it was like having an out-of-body experience.  A cum shiver thrived within her and on her own she flung her arms about the man who was on her and humped back shouting “FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!”
	Now, who was Gary to turn down a command like that?

	Kari had her turn—at being mystified.  She didn’t know the relationship between the boy who was on his knees at the girl’s feet and the girl herself, but he was hard at work working his hard-on.  His eyes focused fully onto the act before him and the need to pee increased in Kari.

	Gary unleashed a massive wad of love spunk.  Massive.  And being so massive it took a little while for it to get all out.  His cock remained in the girl’s cock hungry cunt—he had no energy to do little else.  He melted.  Was melting.  A big melt.  He did try to continue not to crush the girl beneath him but it was like he himself was like under the influence of an EMAD—able to think (barely) but other than that he was useless.
	Krista breathed and heaved hard underneath the bulk of the First Man.  She teetered on cussing the man out, damning him to hell, scratching his eyes out and severing his balls to releasing her body to him.  Her cunny quaked and leaked her own personal juices.  It was the most amazing fuck she had ever had.

	With the heat of the day increasing the festivities at the van slowed in pace.  There was an ice cooler chest filled with ice—another filled with ice and sodas and bottled water.  After Gary had “recovered” some he helped himself to some water, then doled out sodas to the “passengers.”
	“We going to stay the night?” Mike asked of his companion.
	“Just might have to,” Gary returned, “I aint walking out in this heat and the nighttime aint so good either.”
	Mike was cool with that—they were out of range for his cell phone to work but Linda was in the know that the boys might be late or stay the night “wherever” it was they were going for to facilitate their shenanigans.
	Sarah was stood up and after a moment or two of Gary making minute adjustments to his electronic device, the girl was “aware” of her surroundings but controllable.  She was alarmed and frightened but before she freaked out about it she was “adjusted” electronically.  There was a fine line of being herself and being controlled.  A few more minutes was needed for the adjustments to take hold and the girl not freak out about being nude and nude with strangers.  Thereafter she got a soda and some chips to munch on while Gary went to child number two.
	With the rear doors open, Mike pulled the mind boggled Kari out to where her butt just cleared the van’s bumper—then, pushing her legs back he smiled to her and nodded, “go ahead, pee.”
	Kari wriggled some but knew that that was a little frivolous.  Her situation was dire and thoroughly warped.  But there was no holding back the flood and though it was incredibly embarrassing she began to pee.
	A jut of urine exploded from Kari’s pussy, the first jut was from the bladder itself; then, the rest was forced out with the help of some gravity and pressure.  The relieve was instantaneous.

	Afterwards, Mike stood Kari up—in her own piss puddle, then worked her top over her shoulders and down her arms.  Then unclasping her bra that hitched in the front he ogled her thirty year old breasts.  This was followed up by pushing her legs up hooking the ankles to the upper interior of the van’s rear door sill.  Mike then began a serious bout of fingering Kari’s cunt, plunging a finger into her asshole, smacking the inside of her thighs, and bringing sexual awareness to a new height.
	Other than Sarah, Jill, Gretchen, Krista, and her brother Kyle, there were two more—Kim and Grant.  Kim was an African-American girl of eleven years while Grant was an Asian fellow of about twelve.  After dealing with Sarah, Gary dealt with Jill in the same manner as he had with Sarah.  Then fixed up Gretchen as she was right there, Krista was still inside the van with her brother.  Kim Arnab was brought out—she was still dressed (but that didn’t last long.)
	Kim required a little hard spanking and a stern lecture, the EMAD didn’t fully work on her.  Everyone’s brain waves of which an EMAD captured was different.  It was somewhat of a “hit and miss” with EMADs; the EMAD sought out the Subject’s brain waves and most of the time could capture them as so indicated on the EMADs control panel.  And though Gary had captured Kim’s brain waves she wasn’t completely controlled.
	A little discipline, though, straightened her right out.
	Sizing up her situation, Kim Arnab knew she was in deep shit, she in control of herself but not fully—and the “not fully” part got her a rough mistreatment from the nude man.  Her fright mostly kept her in line but still, being forced to undress and then participate in outrageous acts was a tough act to commit to.
	But undress she did, and submit to commit she did.  She didn’t like it but the alternative was spanking and severe spanking.  She didn’t care for either and so off came her denim vest then her green teeshirt with a big red flower on the front.  Then her bra.
	At eleven she was developing nicely a pair of breasts all young boys enjoyed.  The nude man with a blazing blatant raging hard-on ogled them and after ditching her bra—he felt of them.  Kim could only stand and endure being felt up; the man was gentle but still…
	Gary liked a little variety; ages, sexes, and colors.  In the town of Town there were many of the “variety” to choose from so he couldn’t be too choosey to begin with.  But he thought he had made a suitable selection.  Kim was pretty; African-American, a little taller than most girls (white) her age, larger breasts, too.  

	After feeling of her young breasts he smiled and whispered to her,
	“Take ‘em down.”
	Kim gulped, sweated, breathed hard, struggled with herself ‘cause she knew—she knew once she was naked she was going to get raped.  Tremblingly she undone her jeans and eased them down.  The nude man asked if she was a virgin, asked if she had given a boy a handjob or a blowjob, took it in the ass, seen her Daddy nude, or swapped spit with another girl.
	She was a virgin.  No handjobs or blowjobs.  Not in the ass; yes, she had seen her Daddy nude but it was no biggie.  And yes, as a fact of matter, she HAD swapped spit with another girl—Michelle Zanther, a friend from school.  They were experimenting with each other and “swapping spit” was one of the things they experimented with.
	They also fondled one another titties.  But it was only the beginning and neither had “gone down” on each other.  Yet.  It was in the works, the going down to muff dive, they planned to get together at Michelle’s house when her parents went to the City and there would be no one home—Michelle supposedly spending that time at Kim’s.
	With her pants down, Gary masturbated, smiled and ogled the black eleven year old girl standing in her orange French-cut panties.  Nice.  Real nice.  Cock throbbing nice. Cum squirting nice.
	“Take ‘em down.” he told her.
	The girl, stunned beyond measure, gulped, closed her eyes and pushed her orange panties to her knees—where Gary liked ‘em to be.  He masturbated harder and fastened his eyes on the girl’s black poon.  
	“Lie down.”
	Kim clenched herself, got a grip, sighed, and laid down on the ground.

	Kari fussed and tried her best not to get into the devilish deed being done to her—but there was some undeniable tingling that could not—would not be denied.  So, for only temporary, she indulged and relented and accepted being raped.
	Mike’s odd cock did a fine job slamming into Kari’s cunt; he pulled out a bit and crammed it into her asshole.  With the woman’s legs upright as they were fucking (and sodomizing) was fairly easy enough to accomplish.  Mike humped his pleasure releasing a fine amount of cum in under two minutes.  
	Afterwards he continued to molest, rubbing his soiled schlong all over her cum drenched pussy and asshole.  A little spanking, some anointing with urine splash, then he let her legs down and turned her over.

	Focusing on a rock formation that resembled a lizard—one of those hornytoad desert creatures, Kim was able to endure the assault to her young body.  Her legs went every which away and when she tried closing them to prevent the horrid tall blond man from fucking her—her inner thighs were slapped forcing her legs open.  The man eased his cock into her; taking his time but being very determined.
	For her “first time” it wasn’t so bad, she was a little sore and such as the like like there; but all in all after the horrid tall blond man got his jollies off, her first fuck wasn’t that bad.  She actually didn’t know what to make of it.  Her pussy tingled, it felt like she was having a pent up piss and she found herself fingering herself while she experienced her first orgasm.
	Gary downed another soda and stood nakedly with cock dripping cum before the youngest member, eight year old Jill.  She was controlled and not “aware.”   Gary got right up close to her face stroking his pud; then leaned in to smear his spunky schlong to her lips.  With a gentle hand to the back of her head—he pushed her mouth down onto his prong—much to the dismay of Kim, Kari, and Krista.  Kyle showed dismay but mostly it was awe.
	And speaking of Kyle, he was conscripted to screw his sister.
	He wasn’t too opposed, nor was his sister—but the situation was a little distressing.  Just a little.  Sister Krista was willing but still held onto some fear about the whole ordeal.  Kyle eased onto his sister and wasn’t too keen on the “sloppy seconds” but sunk his pud into her and commenced fucking.
	Mike watched with a severely aching cock.  Then his interest took to what Gary was doing.  He remained with Kari, Krista and Kyle; watching Gary’s doings thru the van.  Slowly he rested his cock and balls on Krista’s head; Kyle’s mouth was right there and almost made contact.  Kyle wasn’t into that shit and moved his head.  Mike smiled and let it (for now.)
	After only a few pumps into Jill’s mouth and Gary let her be.  From out of the van, though, he pulled yet one more member—the last.  Grant Harra who was twelve.  The boy had pissed himself.  Gary manipulated his mind via the mind link with the EMAD and Grant undressed himself.  The boy was Asian, not a bad looking fellow with an uncut “fellow”, too.  
	The boy was led to Kim.
	The boy was manipulate more; Kim was still not so much controlled by the EMAD and so verbal threats had to be used—“if you ran, cause a fuss, be a fuss” etc. etc. etc., “then someone here (and he looked to Jill) will suffer.” Then, “Got it?”
	Reluctantly, Kim got it and nodded.  She then submitted herself to Grant and Grant crawled on her and made penetration—after eating her out.

	Grant was a virgin, he had never had any kind of sex and was only just beginning to masturbate.  He had seen girls his age in short skirts, TIGHT pants, skimpy swim suits.  He had seen flashes of pink, panties, and nudity—but just flashes of cousins and wee little ones he shouldn’t be looking at in the first place.
	Gary and Mike were in their joy, not where they wanted to have their “joy” but close counts.  After Kyle got his nuts off screwing his sister, Mike did.  Gary face fucked Gretchen while the rest of the group watched his doings and Mike’s.  
	Mike was not too gentle in his screwing of Krista—he fucked hard; slamming his cock into her teen cunt with all his might and determination.  Whether it did much for Krista or not was not known, but it got Gary hard and he spewed spunk onto Gretchen’s face.
	Grant took his turn screwing Krista—almost immediately after Mike finally pulled out.  Mike went three minutes and delivered a serious mess of love spunk.  His final few seconds were intense with him placing Krista’s legs up along his chest and humping seriously to get his balls off.  Poor Krista could only hold on for dear life until it was over.
	When it was over—it wasn’t quite.  Mike humped her pussy, squeezed her teen breasts and if he had had the strength and cock power he would have kept fucking her.  But he didn’t and barely had the energy to get out of the way for Grant.
	Young Grant was awed by the whole thing going on around him; naked girls, naked guys, cum on one of the girls’ face.  His young preteen mind was just in a blitz and he wasn’t aware of the “sloppy seconds” gag.  There was significant sperm all over Krista’s cunt and he was a little grossed out by it—but once his dick slid in passed the girl’s entrance he didn’t care and began to instinctively pump.
	Meanwhile, Kyle left the van and went to Kim…

	The heat of the afternoon was cooled by gentle stirring uncommon breezes; small desert life stirred to come out and see what food was available; sweet smells of wildflowers and pines drifted loosely in the otherwise sullen air.  On her hands and knees beside the van, ten year old Sarah Harny received schlong to her pussy and asshole.
	Behind her the tall blond “took her”, massaging and spanking her ass as the day faded towards evening time.  Not all of his manly manhood could enter her but enough was in and that pleased him.  

	Beside them, eleven year old Kim’s chocolate ass gleamed in the fleeting sun’s rays as she rode the pudgy blond haired man with the thick mustache.  Gary paused a time or two to caress Kim’s bouncing ass, to smack it and enjoy watching it fuck.  He pulled out of one hole of Sarah and put it into another—just part way.
	Soon, though, the feeling was curling his toes and cinching up his hairy balls.  His cock began to drive a little deep and with more enthusiasm into the young girl’s body.  His hole of choice was her asshole.
	Gary had already cum a few times and was just about spent and done in so it was a struggle to achieve his ultimate goal.  He needed influence and though lo seeing the black girl riding his best friend was good influence, he needed yet just a bit more.  He called for young Grant and then Kyle.
	Kyle had just finished fucking Gretchen, his cock dripped cum and he was out of his mind with sexual awe.  He got to get in front of Kim and she sucked him while Grant’s twelve year old schlong fresh from Kari’s thirty year old cunt went swimmingly into Kim’s asshole.
	That did it!  Gary achieved his goal and blasted Sarah’s anal tract with a nice coating of love spunk.  He was seriously finished, though.  He pumped for all he was worth, stretching and straining his cock until every last bit of cum was produced.
	Pulling out he slapped his gangly schlong against the girl’s ass, ran the super sensitive cock up and down her cummy crack.  He marveled at her hole as it was the size of a half dollar.  Slowly it snapped shut squeezing out his cum.
	Beside them, Kim Arnab was out of her mind as she sucked on soiled cum laden cock, took one in the ass, and rode an adult cock in her pussy.  The chubby man beneath her held her hips and worked her up and down his shaft—HE was ALL THE WAY IN her.  Kim’s legs were straddled out and there was not much in the way of pleasure as she was fucked (but there was occasionally.)
	Neither boy could manage to cum (again) but Mike did.  Huge gobs of cum filled Kim’s black pussy—gobs and gobs of it.  His cock pulsed and blasted huge quantities of love cream into the girl’s poon to the point of where he could hardly stand it.
	Mike finally relaxed—he could do little else.  Kim lay on him, she could do little else.  In the van, Krista lay on top of Kari—they could do little else.  Little Jill watched as the men became virtually worthless; for a long while she didn’t move and lay still.  Then, as the First Man laid out to stare up to the blue sky that was slowly darkening, she sat up.

	Gretchen locked eyes with her; Jill nodded her pretty little head, eyes casting down to the EMAD that had been concealed by the various cast off clothing.  It hadn’t been used in a little while—final adjustments had been made and then it had been (carelessly?) set aside.  During the rooting of sex brought on by the First and Second Man, the minding device had been covered up by clothing.  Gretchen knew it and Jill knew it.  The device was closer to Jill, though.
	Slowly Jill brought her knees up—she had her own plan.  Unable to cum, Kyle McKoy pulled out of Kim’s asshole and sat back to masturbate and lean against a boulder alongside the road.  Grant pulled out of Kim’s mouth and sat back on his knees—masturbating, too.
	Gary didn’t move, nor did Mike.
	Jill moved, though—very slowly.  Very slowly did she move her foot.  Very slowly did she move her foot to Kim’s cast off top.  Hooking her toes she got the plastic strap to the electronic mind device and pulled it to her.  Gretchen sneezed—a fake sneeze—a distracting sneeze.  Then, she, on her own, crawled to the First Man, Gary and settled onto his face.
	Gary unwary of any ruse went to licking out her cum stained cunt while the teen girl went down to suck on his aching cock.  Mike’s view was blocked as he lay on the other side of Gary.  Jill pulled the device out from under the clothing and closer to her; Gretchen sucked and sucked, squeezed the man’s balls—and if she would have thought she could have had control of him right then and there but her mind was occupied with the EMAD.
	Slowly ever so slowly, Gretchen stretched out her hands and took command of the EMAD.  She, of course, had no clue how it worked—but that wasn’t important.  She had it.  She wriggled her pussy down onto the man’s face.  She had the EMAD…