August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Forty-Four
A Cumming

The hunt for cunt
	A cumulation cumming together cummingly
	“Her name’s Magic.”
	A beautiful name for a beautiful horse.  “Magic” stood out from the few other horses in the south end meadow; she was a brown and white pinto horsey, two-three years old, and very gentle.
	And she LOVED carrots!  Helga and her new best friend, Kim, had a few carrots and apples to share among the few horses, saving the most for Magic the Wonder Horse!  But with the oppressive heat intensified by the incredible meadow—the girls scooted off to somewhere a little cooler.  That took the girls further along the fence in meadow to a dirt path that went three ways.  Kim was pretty sure one direction went towards the river—Helga didn’t really want to go there.  The other direction went to the hills and the other meandered out thru the meadow.
	The girls chose the hills.
	They were already drowning in sweat by the time the got to the hills; following WhistleStop Kid Boyd Ayrndon’s directions the girls found the secret pond and quickly shed their clothes jumping in.  Helga made note that with Kim, she was more lively than the dour Phoebe.  But Phoebe would always still hold a very special place in her heart.
	After some romping in the natural spring pond the girls crawled and were still quite horny for one another.  In the water they had frolicked; they had groped one another; kissed, tried to 69 (and nearly drowned!) and all manners of fingering and spanking.  Finally, out of the water they pressed their barely teenage bodies together and “got busy.”
	Neither girl was aware that they were being watched.
	More than anything, Helga wanted to be home getting her pussy pounded by her Dad.  She wanted to see Kim getting her pussy pounded by Big Bob, too.  Spanking, up the ass, more pussy pounding would follow.  The thoughts of Big Bob and his big dick got Helga very horny.  Very.
	At length, the girls lay out side by side on their backs staring up thru the surrounding trees when suddenly—
	“Ahem!”

	A man cleared his throat startling the (naked) girls sending them into a serious fright.  Kim tried to duck behind Helga, Helga sat up not really concealing herself but staring at the man emerging from the thick woods.
	“Just relax, girls, it’s alright.” cooed the man not making any sudden moves but squatting down.  Easy for him to say—he wasn’t naked!  (well, not yet!)
	“Water looks good.”
	Helga was awed, in more ways than one.  Kim was just plain frightened and huddled behind her friend.
	“Mind if I take a dip?”
	Helga blinked her eyes—‘what did he say?’  It was a bit unusual, but then again—life in the country was unusual.  The city had a pulse about it; there was a steady throb about the city that Helga was used to.  The country didn’t have that “throb”; there was no pulse, no thriving activity.  
	“Sure,” said Helga, “go ahead; no sweat of my ass.” she said the offense before she thought—which was atypical of Helga Heely.
	The man stood and stripped off his clothing one piece at a time, slowly.  Helga tensed up; she heard a woodpecker somewhere close; the water babbling out of the jutting granite rock tinkled nicely into the ambience of the woods; and the tall man with short dark hair stood blatantly naked before her.
	Nice cock!
	Helga noted the man’s cock was angled and curved upward—like a banana.  The man’s cock was unlike her Dad’s and unlike the grandpa’s she had seen recently.  Though she was still somewhat fearful—she began to relax, too.
	The man stroked his cock, squeezed it and shook it before merging into the pond.  He had been hot and tired from his trek (following the girls) and the pond was more than refreshing.  He settled on the far side on an underwater rock ledge, eyes closed, very relaxed.
	Helga didn’t know what to do—it was unprecedented; a new situation she was not sure of.  She knew that she was uncomfortable; she knew that she had let her guard down and that was a dangerous-dangerous thing.  She and Kim could have become “statistics.”  And that would be bad.
	After a couple of minutes, “Coming in?” asked the man.
	“We’ve already been in.” and somehow, Helga knew that the man already knew that.  (and she would be right!)
	The man said nothing but splashed the water with his hand continuing to be very relaxed.  The day was hot, though; in no time at all had the girls gotten completely dry and the oppressive heat of the woods returned.

	It was stifling.  Helga would have thought being in a woody area and the heat would not be so bad.  She was wrong.  But the situation was odd to her—and she didn’t have her minding device with her, either.  Was the man a perv?  Was he dangerous?  Helga knew that at her early age she didn’t know everything; but she realized that a stranger waltzing out of the blue, stripping naked before two naked young teenage girls wasn’t normal.
	Not by a damn sight.
	“Helga, let’s go.” whispered a frightened panicky Kim.
	Helga knew it would probably be a good idea—a very good idea.  But she shirked the “good idea” notion and slipped back into the pond.

	Kim still took some time to “warm” up to the stranger—but eventually she did.  He was nice, gentle, and had a cunt pleasing cock.  Helga discovered that firstly firsthand.  After frolicking lightly in the pond, telling of their names, Helga got the invite to “come over.”
	“My name’s Rain.”
	Helga loved it.  A unique name—Rain.  Up close (and more personal) the man was Heavenly; those eyes!  He was in good shape but not football player-like like her Dad, Big Bob.  He seemed rugged, tall, well groomed, and not an ounce of fat anywhere!
	Once over closer to the man Helga could see thru the crystal clear water of the pond the man’s enormous schlong.  Her cunny clenched and she felt a funny odd feeling swelling in her tummy.  But her tingling cunt drove her to get right up to the man, Rain, and then settle right onto his lap.
	She did!

	Kim Ko sat on the edge of the pond—fingering herself.  She was giddy, excited, horny, but not concerned.  Feelings of extreme pleasure she barely was aware of filled her—consumed her.  Kim Ko was generally a polite/quiet/shy girl—only in Helga’s presence had she become a little more outgoing.  She was still reserved with mild concerns still swimming about within her; but if Helga was ok with getting boinked by a stranger—well, then ok then!
	Kim had no idea that a person could engage sexually underwater—in that a guy and a girl could actually fuck.  In the pond, Helga remained settled on the man who called himself Rain.  The water sloshed as Helga bounced up and down.  She clung to the naked naughty man Kim guessitimated to be in his late thirties—possibly early forties.

	At length and the man stood up.  He kept Helga with him cupping her teenage butt with his hands moving her up and down expertly with his prick nicely invading her pussy.  Helga clung to the man, clenching tightly and making sexual sounds—all pleasurable.
	The man called Rain braced the lovely demure Helga Heely against a smooth flat rock just like as if she were in a shower stall and drove his bone home.  All Helga could do was hang on.  She clung to the naked naughty man with her legs about his waist and reveled in the extreme pleasure she was getting.  She tingled all over; there was a shudder much like a case of “the chills” and she was unable to control her eyes—or anything else.
	Good thing the water was right there; after the tumultuous fuck the two lovers slid back into the pond and steam arose!  Helga dunked herself completely coming up sputtering and unable to stop fingering herself.  She made no comments but came to crawl onto the moss covered bank and pant there half in and half out.
	Rain checked the young teen’s ass, smiled and though virtually exhausted patted the girl’s ass, squeezed it, then began probing the alternate hole.  Helga spread her legs and the man accepted the offering; more petting, patting, and probing.  Eventually, Kim positioned herself next to her friend, opened her legs, and gave her self.
	Kim’s offering was accepted; the man called Rain gently fingered her pussy, eyed it with a wiry smile, then slipped a finger into her asshole.  Kim immediately clenched.  Rain sent his finger probing DEEP into the girl’s crapper; Helga grabbed her left leg and pulled it back for her (for him); Kim pulled her right leg back re-angling her dangle.  The man smiled and emerged a little more out of the water—his cock was fucking HUGE!
	Bracing, Kim Ko tried to relax—and failed.  The presence of the omniscient manly cock did little to soothe her.  (somehow she had forgotten her recent hump fest with Helga’s Dad.)  The masterful cock spanked her pussy, glided up and down her slit and for a time the girl thought she would be plunged there.  Her pussy was already tingling and “wet” with her essence.  But a poke and more deliberate probe to her asshole told her otherwise.
	Kim’s eyes widened wide with shock and some trepidation; she gripped the ground beneath her and it was like trying to pass a massive turd—but in reverse.  The man pulled out, spanked her pussy some more, gouged her crevice, then slid back into her anus and did so repeatedly until most of his monstrous cock was slithering up her anal tract.

	Afterwards:
	For some reason she got quiet.
	“What’s up?” asked her friend.
	The girl didn’t know, she couldn’t figure it.  But weighing heavy on her mind was the recent incident in the woods at the pond—sex with a virtual stranger.  She had willingly let the man she didn’t know—a grown man, not only finger her pussy and asshole but submitted herself and allowed the man to shove his manhood into her asshole!
	Sex with Helga was one thing.
	Sex with boys her age, younger and older, was one thing.
	Sex with a grown adult man was something else all together!
	Although, Kim HAD subjected herself to Helga’s Dad, Big Bob.
	It was just one of those things she had to deal with.
	Helga, too.  Kim’s mood had sulled Helga’s causing her to think over her sexual involvement with her Dad.  She had an EMAD, did the man in the woods have one?  She didn’t think her Dad did.  What had happened with Rain and Big Bob was natural—or it came about naturally without any outside influence.
	Once home and she found Big Bob also with a sulled mood contemplating what he had done to Helga.
	“I shouldn’t have.” He said.  He was very embarrassed; he knew what he had done was immoral and highly illicit if not incredibly illegal.  He was bothered by what had transpired and there was little Helga could do or say to lighten him up.
	“It’s ok, Dad,” Helga said trying to console him, “I wanted it.”
	“But I’m your Dad, I-I should have stopped it, I should have had the balls to stop--”
	“But it’s ok, Dad, I liked it.” 
	Big Bob looked to his daughter like she was from another planet.
	“But Helga, it’s wrong.”
	“So is scalping tickets, doctoring odometers, switching engines,” and the list went on from there—all things Big Bob had done that Helga knew about.
	“Helga, that’s not the same thing!” Big Bob was almost angry.
	Helga relented, “Ok, Dad—so you don’t want to do it (with me) anymore?”
	“I-I don’t know Helga, I don’t know.”
	Helga shook her head, ‘PARENTS!’ and ‘ADULTS!’ there was no figuring them out.  She stomped off to her room, got naked, “got busy.”

	Rain Frisco didn’t have the immoral/illicit hang-up, or his sidekick, Chris Highload.  After arriving at Rain’s humble abode—a double sized 1960s style trailer (dingy blue with white trim), the two had a beer and some generalized chit-chat.  Then it was on to watching some porn.  That of course caused boners times two and after “whipping it out”, Rain shucked his pants and spread his legs enjoying the show.
	The show was better when teenage Chris slipped his pants off.
	The 1960s trailer wasn’t thrashed—just old.  It needed serious TLC and then maybe a demolishing and just start over anew.  A new rug, carpet, paneling, lighting, furniture, appliances, bathroom, bedrooms, windows, everything.  But it suited Rain—temporarily.
	Chris suited him, too.  But with Chris, there was more willingness than not.  The boy required very little “fixing” and that was a good thing—‘cause in the days that were to cum the minding device was going to get a workout.
	And there was no wasting a good hard-on; with both Rain and Chris naked, porn show porning away, boners high, Rain firstly got Chris to come suck him.  It felt good.  The boy was a little sloppy but smacked his lips and devoured Rain’s cock pleasingly enough.  The images of Chris fucking his Mom got Rain extremely hard and soon he pulled the boy up onto his lap and drove his prick into the boy’s not so virgin asshole.
	‘you really want to fuck your brother’s classmates?’
	The affinitive answer was a hardy hearty YES.
	And Rain was pleased.

But first!
	Shock value
	After Chris had fallen asleep from an afternoon of being buggered, spanked, buggered some more, Rain moved to a closet in the middle of the ramshackled trailer where there were boxes on boxes on box and one bare bulb to illuminate the small cramped quarters.  After moving the stacked boxes to one side, lifting up the crudy carpeting to get to the floor beneath there was a trap door to be had.  Rain unlatched the trap and slipped down into a vertical shaft via some squeaky wooden stairs.
	A light switch at the bottom of the ten foot decent illuminated a small area immediate.  It was a bit cooler in the room; dingy and musty smelling, too.  There was some sounds, whimpering sounds.  Rain snapped his neck left and right rather quickly popping it.  Some very large wooden crates were scattered about with markings, warning stickers, and the words CIVIL DEFENSE written on them.

	The floor was cement.
	So were the walls.
	No windows.
	Military lockers were lined up against one wall with military chests, too.  Bunk beds were at the far end of the bunker; there was a bathroom, and a small kitchenette.  It was a 1950s hideout, a bunker in case of nuclear war.  It was in better condition than the trailer above!
	But civil defense was not the only purpose of the underground sanctuary.  With another flip of a light switch there was revealed a curious thing:  a miniature version of one of those 1-2 man railroad carts without the see-saw apparatus that operated it.  There was an electric motor situated underneath the wooden platform; the four wheels were attached to chain and pulleys.  On the platform itself was a woman—and she was in dire-dire straights.
	For one, she was naked.  Of course!
	She was on all fours; her breasts were in peril by a 1-inch wide black flat cord entwining her 38Bs in a figure eight configuration coming together at her backside then supported up to a wooden brace above at the ceiling.  At both ends—mouth and ass, was an unique device whereas life-like cocks were inserted into her orifices.  The devices were connected by pistons that where connected to one side of the wheels; when the wheels turned the life-like cock moved IN and OUT of the woman’s orifices.  Imagine!
	Her waist was supported by a flat piece of metal.
	Her legs were splayed out wide with ankles secured by rope.
	The wrists were also secured by rope.
	The torture device was not currently in operation.
	Rain Frisco moved slowly over to the woman who had been asleep until her captor touched her ass with his hand.  She fussed, tried to speak but only sputtered.  There was evidence that she had peed.  Ran smoothed his hand over the woman’s ass, patted it, then pressed the green button on a control panel on the cart to start the generator that started the fun.
	Cum was already dripping from Rain’s cock; he stood admiring his craftsmanship as the dildos rammed the woman’s pussy and mouth.  After a time he paused the machine’s doing and reangled the rear cock to ream the woman’s asshole.  She was less enthused with that venture and tried her best to flail about.
	Rain smiled and continued to please himself—then he paused the machine again returning the dildo to her pussy and inserting his own cock to her asshole.  With the machine running it was quite an experience!

	After filling Aria Albu’s asshole with his love cream he stopped the machine and stood back watching her asshole clench and squeeze out his cum.  After a big deep sigh, a long lingering fart, Rain moved to switch on another light.  He was still in the darkness just so out of eyesight from Aria’s view.  Aria Albu was a lawyer.  A feminist, an activist, man-hater.  She believed all man should be castrated for their sexual offenses.  A nosey goody-two-shoes she was too much for much of society—even some women thought she went too far with her escapades.
	Rain Frisco thought so, too.
	Aria’s eyes of brown widened with not so much as fear but with great alarm as a wee little girl came into view escorted by the horrible-horrible man with cum still dripping from his dick.  The little girl with blue eyes and blond hair was no more than three years young.  She wore bunched up lavender panties only.  Right in front of the horrified Aria the little girl was brought—with the horrible-horrible man right behind her.
	Aria’s wrists and ankles were rubbed raw and bleeding due to all the ardent trying of wrenching free from her bindings.  She was well secured, though—but still, Rain stepped aside and went out of view again—but only behind her.  Then—
	SMACK!
	Aria thought she would come thru her skin.
	SMACK!
	A fire was ignited thru her skin—she tried to scream but a life-like thick cock was stuffed inside.  When the machine was in operation the fake cock only went out of her mouth to the “head”.
	SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!	
	Aria thought she would lose her mind—the pain was significant and more than she could take.  Then suddenly, the man was speaking into her ear,
	“If you don’t settle the fuck down—I’ll replace you with this little girl.”
	Aria thought she would faint.  She couldn’t believe the horror she was in.  And in no way would she tolerate seeing the little girl with wet panties be put in the position she was in.
	Five minutes—ten—maybe fifteen and Aria’s ass was still a long ways from cooling down.  The machine was turned on and Aria couldn’t help but thrash—the dildo in her pussy seemed to thrust deeper and harder than it had before.

	The naked man came to stand behind the little girl—rubbing his cock against the back of her head—his eyes were locked on Aria.  He smiled turning the little girl, Tawni, around to take his cock into her mouth.  Aria gasped and very nearly choked as she watched the horror.  She tried to form words but couldn’t get them out passed the cock in her mouth.
	The horrible-horrible man then turned the little girl back around to face Aria; then he eased down to his knees where after a brief pause slid the girl’s very wet panties down.  The muscles in Aria’s neck tightened and she managed to blurt out “you son-of-a-bitch!” despite the dick drilling her mouth.
	Rain smiled and began drawing his finger to Tawni’s slit.  Then, then he positioned himself to where his cock was between her legs.  Rain’s eyes were glassy—Aria’s eyes were ablaze with fire and hatred.

	After Tawni came another little girl, a little older (but not by much.)
	Aria seethed rage and tried to convey as much of that rage as possible—also conveying the fact that despite her circumstances she was far from being broken.  Rain merely smiled and presented seven year old Megan.  Megan had long-long luxurious curly brown hair, very nice brown eyes, and a seven year old’s body.  The horrible-horrible naked man sat on his knees behind her running his hands up and down her seven year old naked body—pausing to finger her bald pussy before turning her sidewise.  The horrible-horrible man positioned himself behind her putting his face to her butt.
	Aria began to cough and gag—which only got worse as she saw the horrible-horrible man licked the child’s asshole.  this only lasted a minute or so before the man stood up on his knees and put his cock against the girl’s ass and began humping.
	Aria was beside herself; the man humped the child’s ass—cinching up his balls and humping hard without penetration.  That came later.  The man fingered Megan’s asshole, slipping in one finger ALL THE WAY IN followed by another finger then another.  Then he twisted his fingers, pulled them out and inserted of all things a candle!
	The candle was dark green, 2-inches thick, 8-inches long.  The candle went most of the way in; it was twisted and pushed IN and the twisted and pulled OUT.  
	Megan all the while didn’t fuss, cry, or anything that she should.
	Aria could scarcely breathe.

	Then, a naked boy no more than ten came in out of the darkness; short brown hair, brown eyes, hairless bod.  Rain took him into him, caressed him, patted his butt, then positioned him to where he was right up against young Megan’s ass.  The boy humped all over the young ass, poked the hole and went in.  The horrible-horrible man cupped the boy’s ass and “helped”.  Megan continued to go along with the ordeal making no fuss whatsoever.
	After Clay pulled out of Megan’s ass, yet another girl came out of the gloom.  She was approximately thirteen, had some nice breasts, silky brown hair, and a shaven snatch.  She seemed scared, frightened, and unsure, but followed the horrible man’s silent commands and went to Clay’s cock and began sucking it.  Aria gagged and sputtered—but there was more for her to gag and sputter about to cum…

	Little Tawni lay out on the floor on a mass of what might have been clothing.  Aria was just about to come apart as right before her seven year old Nick lay on the girl humping.  This after the horrible-horrible naked man put his tongue to Tawni’s pussy and had himself a long lick out.  Then he positioned himself on her and Aria thought he was going to rape her.
	But he didn’t.  He placed his cock against the little girl’s pussy and grinded against her slit; he didn’t cum.  After his hump he lay off to one side of the girl—him facing Aria of course.  A little more fingering of Tawni and then Nick came up.  He, too, licked on Tawni’s cunt before saddling up and after grinding against her pussy a bit was helped in guiding his little hard-on INTO the little girl’s quim and there you are.
	While he fucked he was spanked.
	Rain squeezed the boy’s ass, spanked it, squeezed his monkey, and watched his captive lawyer totally freak the fuck out.  It pleased him and so he continued.
	After some time and Nick was replaced with Clay.  Clay was ten; a handsome-handsome young boy who before laying on Tawni got his little tally sucked on by Megan who straddled Tawni’s face.  By the look on Aria Albu’s face—she was nearing the breaking point.
	Clay firstly got his young butt smacked, his testicles tugged on, then put into position on top of Tawni with his pud going into the girl he lay on.  The thirteen year old, Morgan, looked horrified.  She looked as if though she couldn’t get her breath.  The naked man had her come to him and “go down” on him—meanwhile a boy about twelve came out to go into the girl from behind…
	And on and on it went.

	After Clay had humped his fill he stood up and was sucked on by Morgan; then Megan suckled on his testicles.  The horrible-horrible man picked up the little girl and held her onto him with his cock probing her asshole.  Megan then got on her hands and knees, spread her legs, and was spanked by the man—three decent ass reddening spanks followed by the boys, Nick, Clay, and Greg.  Afterwards, Nick got up against the girl and went into her.  The horrible man caressed the boy’s ass as he pumped Megan and when the boy had gone all he could drilling Megan’s asshole, the boy pulled out and stuffed himself into the girl’s pussy!

	She must of lost consciousness or blacked out or something ‘cause when she became “aware” nextly there was a girl about fourteen years young laying down on the twelve year old boy engaged in sex; meanwhile, the girl sucked on the pud of the ten year old boy while the horrible-horrible man spanked the girl’s ass as she pumped the boy beneath her.
	Then, the man moved to move onto the thirteen year old girl, Morgan.
	Morgan locked eyes with Aria transferring an almost pleading look.
	The horrible-horrible man lay on the teen sliding his manhood into her sex and also locked eyes with Aria.  He smiled and pumped the young teen drilling his eyes into Aria as much as he drilled his cock into Morgan.  Aria no longer had horror, confusion, consuming her—it was hatred and fear replacing those emotions.  She wanted to be free, she wanted to be as far away from the horrible-horrible man as possible.  There was not even the hint of retribution, persecution, prosecution—just to be away—far-far away.
	When the man had gotten “off” on getting “in”, he pulled out and lay off to one side.  Almost immediately and there was the ten year old, Morgan, licking up the spillage on Morgan’s pussy.  The man caressed her ass as she did the foul job; the fourteen year old girl, Bonnie, came into play to suck on the man’s cock.  While she did so, young boy, Nick, took her from behind—followed by Clay and then Greg.
	Aria understood (in part) what the ordeal was about—shock value.
	It was repulsive, horrifying, disgusting, and so much more.  Aria didn’t know how much more shocking it could be—but she was about to find out.  Her wrists and ankles were wrenched raw; her head had been supported by a strap causing a great uncomfortable ache in her neck.  The position she was in was not comfortable; the dildos in her pussy/asshole, and mouth were not comfortable, either.  She had peed; she felt hot (non-sexual), and greatly nauseous.  How much more she could endure she just didn’t know.

*

Well, fuck me!
	Girl Scouts.  The very thought of joining such an organization was revolting to Helga.  In no way did she see herself in their uniform, participating in the zany social activities, or jumping thru hoops to acquire badges and whatever to advance to the top of the heap.  But Kim Ko was a member and liked it:  we go camping!  The girl squealed, “we sing songs, stay out in the woods all weekend!” she seemed quite excited; there were trips out of state to a jamboree; there was a special camaraderie about the group—and boys.
	“Boys?”
	Kim giggled, “there’s a small group of boys, too;” Kim explained, “boy scouts.” And they sometimes coordinated their camping explorations with the girls and camped not far from where the girls camped.
	“So?”
	“So, when it gets dark some of us go and meet up with the boys.”
	Helga smiled, “Ah.”  There was significant spying on the boys as they swam naked in a river; more spying as the boys pissed in the woods, showered in the facility equipped campground, and engaged sexually with one another or with a fellow girl scout.
	“I’m in.” Helga didn’t want to miss out on anything interesting or even minutely interesting.
	“Oh, Helga,” said Helga’s Mom, Miriam, “you’re going to have such a good time!”
	“Whatever, Miriam.” Helga said dryly.  The jury was still out on the “good time.”  It remained to be seen.  But there was a good start as when Helga went to the scout headquarters in neighboring Chester County she met/encountered a one Dyna Julette Rennat.  She was a bubbly mid-level teen; lots of personality, sizable bouncy teenage titties, and way too friendly for Helga’s taste.
	But there was something more to the girl that got Helga’s attention; probably the hunky teen boy who was with her!  He was in the scouts, too; but for older boys.  Helga suddenly found herself with wet panties thinking (dream/fantasizing) about all those handsome hunky teenage boys frolicking in the woods—naked, peeing, jerking off, whatever.
	By the way the two teens hung on each other (and other mannerisms) Helga quickly deduced that the two were obviously into one another—the literal sense.  This made Helga all the more cuiouser (and curiouser) and she had to see for herself.  Spying anyone?  Seems like a good idea…

	Not many houses in the area were of the two story variety; the Rennat house was one that was.  Small front yard with a HUGE oak tree; large back yard with a small pool and with a veggie garden and a few fruit trees.  Daddy Rennat, James, worked in Stanis; the Mother was a teacher and taught piano lessons privately.
	On one of the days when no parental unit was home—frisky teens Dyna and hunky teen, Stephan Crotchrocket, enjoyed a romp playing in Dyna’s bedroom—on her bed.  Both were naked and romping was in full glory when little six year old Ella wandered into the room unannounced and uninvited.
	Stephan flew off of the naked Dyna to the lee side of the bed very shocked and slightly horrified.  Dyna’s reaction was not what was expected; she was calmer than she should be and talked to her little pesky sister,
	“What are you doing here?” she said calmly.
	Ella shrugged and gazed at her naked sister and hiding boyfriend, smiling.  Dyna made no attempt at chastising her sisiter OR covering herself up.  There was the typical, “You’re supposed to knock” spiel to wit little Ella grabbed her self like a baseball player and shrugged saying “I know what you’re doing.”
	Stephan was about to pass out—being busted was a big-big no-no.
	Ella crossed the room to big sister’s big bed, climbed on, and whispered something into Dyna’s ear.  Stephan remained where he was but had brought some of the messed up bedding about himself.
	Dyna nodded, pursed her lips, then looked to her horny frightened boyfriend.  “Uhm, she says she wont tell on us if--”
	“If what?”
	“If you show yourself.”
	Stephan blinked his eyes excessively.  “What?”
	“She wants to see you.”
	Stephan gulped.  He had no sisters, no brothers.  He was seventeen, a year older than Dyna.  He was pretty active in his church and only had a couple of other girls in his life since he determined that they weren’t “yucky.”
	Stephan didn’t know Ella to be a rat, but he couldn’t take that chance; sooooo, with a short thought and minor apprehension—Stephan stood up presenting himself.  His cock was partly hard—partly limp.  Little Ella giggled, blushed, flung her hands to her face but peeking thru her fingers.
	More whispering between the sisters.
	Dyna partly blushed but was mostly seemingly embarrassed.
	“What?” Stephan asked.

	“Well,” said a giddy Dyna, “she wants to see you--”
	“What?  See me what?”
	“See you play—with—it.”
	Stephan blinked his eyes again.  “WHAT!?”
	“Either play with it or she blabs to Dad.” and that would be bad.
	Stephan couldn’t—his teen mind was locked in shock.  So Dyna leaned over and took the half limp member herself and played with it for him.  The boy was still shocked and a little dismayed—but confused, too.  Little Ella didn’t seem to be as alarmed as he thought she should be.
	Despite Ella’s presence—Stephan got wood.  Dyna’s handiwork was good; she was naked and they had just been engaged in some serious “gettin’ after it” before being intruded upon.
	“She wants to touch it.” Dyna said after getting Stephan thoroughly hard.  
	Stephan couldn’t breathe.  “WHAT!?” he almost shrieked.
	Dyna leaned off to one side, gave some sort of signal to her giggling sister and before Stephan could protest she came crawling over and put her fingers about the offered prong Dyna still held.  All Stephan could do was watch and watch in awe.  He was stupefied, stunned, and astounded.  He knew it was wrong—way wrong.  He knew that if anyone found out—like say the girls’ Dad—he was toast.
	After a couple of minutes of giggly Ella handling his cock, Stephan eased up—lightened up and got into it.  Dyna lay beside her sister, patting her butt, giggling, and cupping Stephan’s balls.  Soon and she was flicking her tongue to the boy’s rigid prong followed by kissing the head followed by engulfing the head.
	Little Ella’s eyes bulged as her big sister did such a deed; “Wow!” she said.  And promptly wanted to do same.  Once more and Stephan was unable to breathe or comprehend what had been proposed.
	Then she was doing it—six year old Ella was kissing and then sucking—and THEN SUCKING his cock!  As a stunned Stephan watched in utter-utter awe—Dyna began undressing the little cocksucker.  She did!  But wait!  There’s more!
	Once Ella was naked; Dyna laid the youngster out, opened her legs, and beckoned her beau to “get after it.”  Stephan was absolutely beside himself.  His cock was raging hard—getting a handjob and then a blowjob from Ella—well, it was wrong, sure.  It was illegal and illicit and very immoral.  But then again it felt good, too!

	What Stephan’s thoughts were were his alone; but his cock got even harder as he put his tongue and yea his mouth to the little six year old and licked her pussy out and then some!  Bits of cum began oozing from the piss slit as the teen engulfed all of Ella’s cunt driving his tongue into the cunny.
	Ella squealed, squirmed, and even peed a little.
	Stephan didn’t seem to mind and soon—on his own, moved up onto the bed placing his cock right on her young pussy humping it.  No penetration but he moved the prick up and down the slit.  Dyna helped and soon there was a goodly amount of cum jutting out to wit Dyna licked and lapped up every bit.  Thereafter, Stephan scooted up Ella’s naked body, straddled her chest, and with Dyna’s help, got another blowjob from the giddy naked child and Stephan liked it.  A lot!

	Skip ahead—skip ahead
	Then one day,
	Stephan came over wearing a tuxedo jacket, black undershirt, short black jeans, flip-flops.  He was dashing, handsome, sporting a single gold earing, dashing, handsome, and horny.  Always horny.  He was seventeen and it was a daily thing—to be horny.  In his hands were some flowers and a small dainty “doll” for the love of his life, Dyna.
	Dyna greeted him—wearing a long print tee-shirt—and nothing else.
	After the embrace—and exchange of gifts (Dyan gave his balls a squeeze, a hearty kiss, and a butt grab) the two went inside where more embracing, ball grabbing, and trying to eat each other’s face took place in more earnesty.
	“Looks like you’re trying to eat other’s face!” commented middle sister, Judy.  Once more and Stephan was alarmed with being caught off guard.
	“She wants to see you naked, too!” whispered Dyna to beau.
	Once more and Stephan lost his ability to breathe.  It was mind boggling; already he had sunk to a knew low with allowing little Ella to handle and suck his cock—the a new low by being coerced into eating the little girl’s pussy out plus rub his dick all over her young innocent body and watch then as after he had cum on her pussy the girl’s sister licked up the spilled spillage!  Mind boggling!  Simply boggling!
	After Dyna had licked up all the spew—Stephan found himself strangely hard as ever and while his girl was still “in position” he got behind her and fucked her asshole while her mouth was still down on her little sister.  Amazing!
	Now, now here was the middle sister apparently wanting to see him naked, too!  He couldn’t believe it—he simply fucking couldn’t believe it!  His disbelief stunned him so that the “next thing he knew” was being in Dyna’s bedroom AND naked.  On her knees was Dyan—also naked, sucking his cock, working his cock, thrilling his cock.  Beside her was Judy, also naked.
	Judy Rennat was, however, a few years older than sister Ella.
	Both Dyna and Judy toyed with Stephan’s cock—they toyed with it—toyed with it—toyed with it until there was ejaculation.  Dyna squeezed the pud hard at the base while continuing to manipulate the boy’s prick getting it to squirt all its juices onto Judy’s sweet twelve year old face.
	It was disgusting but it sure did feel good!
	There was no rest; after cumming, Stephan parked it on Dyna’s bed and laid back.  Naked Judy came to him, eyed his one-eyed monster (her face was clean from her sister’s ardent licking) and crawled up onto the hunky teen—grinding her pussy onto the boy’s not quite hard or limp dick.
	
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	There was no doubt that his cock felt good—no, GREAT against Judy’s pussy.  There was no doubt the feelings he had with just merely placing—clamping his hands on the girl’s ass was just—was just—was just fucking-A fantastic!
	His cock had been half limp—half aroused.  As soon as the naked twelve year old and her sweet young apple sized titties came onto his body—his cock erupted into a spectacular explosion of lust.  The girl grinded her pussy against his new erection and with just a little adjustment his penis was slithering dramatically into her cunny.
	There was little resistance.
	What resistance there was was due to the snug-tight fit of the girl’s pussy.  He had never had sex with a girl younger than himself.  He HAD had sex with a girl older than himself—much-much older.  A woman.  Not a teacher, not a relatively—but a friend of his Mother’s.  What a guy!
	Judy Rennat was good.  A flood of cum filled her sweet young pussy totally draining Stephan.  The girl slid off and Dyna came to her beau to continue tantalizing and sending him into once thought unachievable sexual orbit.  She toyed with his sex; fondling his balls, sucking his cock; squeezing his cum squirter and sucking his balls.  Judy helped.

	When his cock was once more hard enough to hunt with; Dyna mounted him firstly just grinding his cock to her pussy.  Meanwhile, Judy clambored onto his face and settled there.  It didn’t matter that her pussy was drenched with his own spunk—not in the least.
	It wasn’t known if Stephan Crotchrocket was sexual active with boys, his age or other, but; couple days later and he was once more naked with Dyna and Judy.  He had just fucked Dyna into oblivion and was pumping Judy’s ass when in waltzed the girls’ dad, Kalvin.  
	This time, Stephan couldn’t even dive off of the bed to hide—he was the proverbial “deer caught in the headlights.”  He did stop ass fucking Judy, though.  His cock remained in her ass, hands on her hips.  Dyna shrieked and covered her naked tits while Judy just stared blankly.
	“What the fuck--” shouted Kalvin.  He was just at six foot tall, slender build, lots of 1970s thick/rich dark hair; not muscular; not a beer drinker but liked wine and an occasional snort from a moonshine jug.  He currently didn’t smoke pot—but was familiar with it.
	“Get your ass off that bed!” he cursed as he crossed the room.  His sheer presence and tromping across the room propelled Stephan off the bed (finally.)  He tried to make protests to defend himself “It’s not what you think” among other curt sayings to protect himself but mostly his words all turned to babble.
	A swift swat to Judy’s ass and then Dyna’s ankles were grabbed, locked, raised, and a swift swat came to her ass, too.
	“Get over here!” Kalvin yelled to the shirking Stephan.
	Stephan crawled on his hands and knees to the very upset Kalvin who had only been transplanted from the nearby city to the countryside (no explanation given or known).  Once at the side of the bed the boy had to lay up against the bed.  Kalvin laid into him (and how!) with a swift swat-swat-swat barehanded followed by a brief ass feel.
	Stephan was a little stunned by the ass grab.  He was more stunned (but strangely accepting) by the invite to “take a shower” with Mr. Rennat.  Dyna and Judy didn’t join in, instead, they romped on the bed 69ing, spanking one another, and pussy pounding.
	In the shower—Kalvin Rennat had Stephan pinned against the back wall of the shower doing more grabbing but this time of Stephan’s cock.  Stephan offered no resistance then or when he was “bent over” and rammed up the ass by Mr. Rennat’s cock.
	From there it was just plain sex.

	And from the shower/bathroom back to Dyna’s bedroom for more sex—and spanking.  Stephan didn’t seem to mind—especially getting to stick Dyna and Judy with their Dad right there!  And Daddy Rennat also stuck his daughters—and even THAT didn’t seem to disturb Stephan.
	Helga was pleased to learn the naughty side of the Rennat family; she sat her sights on getting Stephan’s cock to please her and then maybe get the Rennat girls to please her, too.  And of course, Mr. Rennat would be a nice pleasure, too!

*

shock values exponentially exploited
	She shook her head trying to clear it—but no matter how hard she shook the images she had seen were burned-burned-burned and buried in her memory.  And there was more horror to see—more horror to experience.  It was more than mind boggling—much more.  She had retched, gagged, and choked on her own spew at the horror she had seen.  And the one who was the cause of her unshakable horror whispered in her ears now and then,
	“it’s because you’re a bitch.”
	“this is your doing.”
	“you’re a man hater—I give you a reason more to hate.”
	“you’re a lesbian in denial.”
	“you don’t give a shit about who you represent, you just want your glory—and money.”  The man’s words—the horrible-horrible man’s words burrowed DEEP into her psyche.  She had seethed hate and tightened up her abused body—it did little to help her situation; already her wrists and ankles were rubbed completely raw of skin.  The constant positioning of being on her hands and knees on the railcar handcar was becoming a bit much.  She yearned for another position; to lay down in a fetal position came to mind.
	But the horrible-horrible man had more for her to endure.  Much more.  Aria found that she could only comply.  She realized that in compliance there was victory—victory in that the abuse of the others with her was lessoned and even her suffering let up (not so as you could tell it, though!)
	One by one the boys, Nick, Clay, and Greg had taken their turns with Tawni, Megan, Michelle, Morgan, and Bonnie.  One by one the girls had assumed positioning on their hands and knees, on their backs, and on their knees.  One by one the girls had sucked the boys, gotten fucked in the ass and pussy, peed on, and spanked until their little asses were burnt red.
	Then the horrible-horrible man took his turn.

	Inasmuch as Aria was appalled and greatly disgusted at the boys and girls participating in the horrid sex acts—she was beside herself when the naked man in his 40s possibly put his manhood into the three year old girl, Tawni.  The little girl gave no fuss and went right to it.  She held the man’s cock in her smallish hands, opened her mouth and sucked-sucked-sucked.
	Aria retched and fumed her hate—but a large diameter life-like cock in her mouth prevented her from bursting out her odium.  She was greatly revulsed but realized that her seething disgust only made it worse—for the girls and boys as well as herself.  For one, her spittle caused her to choke as it backflowed into her mouth severely choking her.  The horrible-horrible man didn’t seem to care about her plight until she seemed about to die—then he pulled the cock out of her mouth, gave her some water—and smiled at her.
	“You-you sorry-sorry sonofabitch!” she spat.
	The horrible-horrible man replaced the cock and went on.
	After the blowjob from Tawni, it was Megan’s turn.  Megan sucked so well she got a creamy surprise splashing in her mouth.  It made the girl retch and spat out the goo.  The horrible-horrible man masturbated in front of her face then ON her face before having ten year old Michelle take her turn.
	Aria peed.
	There, too, was a bowel movement that at first she tried to stop but the need was too great and then there was the didn’t care and so she let it push out her ass and plop onto the already soiled wooden platform.  The horrible man pulled out of Michelle’s mouth, humped the girl’s face then directed seven year old Megan to “go look.”
	Aria then regretted relieving herself but there was nothing she could do.  The little girl did as told and came back reporting “she did.”  Aria didn’t know what was to happen then.  Her mind was beginning to cloud with the horror and the lack of food.  The man didn’t even pause—next in line after Michelle was Morgan and then Bonnie.
	Morgan also got a mouthful of spew.

	When she awoke nextly—the scene before her was no less horrifying than any other time.  Her hunger and thirst had increased—increasing her headache.  The feeling of ickiness consumed her; her loathing hatred for the man had not lessoned but her fight to be free of her situation had.  The fight was out of her; replaced by sheer breakage of will, hunger, and the need to comply with the horrible man so as to free as he assured her if she relented and “went along” with the horror that was.

	The mechanically operated dildos at her mouth and ass had been latched down and replaced—replaced by the boys.  Little seven year old Nick was first—at her mouth.  His little penis was not very stiff.  He stood with his hands at his sides—waiting.
	Would it ever end?
	Aria began to wonder.  She was very hungry, thirsty, and in need of a bath.  Then a brain rinsing.  The horrors that she had seen would forever remain in her memory.  Shock value.  She knew what the man had done before her was mainly for shock value.  
	‘suck his cock.’
	The words burned in her mind.  She barely had the strength but she put her lips to the little boy’s pud and drew it into her mouth.  She was revolted by the deed—it was forced, it was a little boy, it was a dick.  None of which she preferred.  The man was behind the boy—not on the cart platform but on the ten year old girl, Michelle—raping her.  Aria was once more revolted and highly disgusted.  No longer was there the desire to see the man swinging by his balls in public display—she just simply wanted to be away from him—far-far away.
	Nick was replaced a few minutes later by Clay.  He was ten and had a little bit more dick than Nick.  Meanwhile, thirteen year old Morgan was being sodomized by the horrible-horrible man.
	With Greg, being twelve, the dick was a little more and after a couple of minutes it began to squirt.  Aria felt the cum blast into her mouth coating her throat—the goo was repulsive and there was one-two-three good juts before the cock began to wilt and only ooze cum onto her tongue.
	When the boy moved out of the way and off the platform, the horrible-horrible-horrible man was putting it to the seven year old, Megan.  She was on her hands and knees and seemed to be crying—sobbing anyways.  Beside them lay Morgan and Bonnie—69ing.  The three year old lay off nearby with Nick on top of her engaging sexually.  Clay was behind Michelle sodomizing her.

	Then,
	She was still hungry and thirsty and fraught with mind trauma but she was a little cleaner.  That was due partly cause attention had gone from her mouth to her other end.  The girls were all together on the floor, sitting quietly crosslegged, hands in their laps, staring blankly.  Behind Aria the boys (and the horrible-horrible-horrible man) had assembled.  
	Firstly and there was spanking.

	Then a sheering unbelievable pain—followed by a dreadful smell that Aria couldn’t think of.  The stench was like nothing she had ever smelled before.  She began to babble, drool, and just about totally lose her mind.
	Behind her, one by one, the boys lined up and took their turns firstly sodomizing the bedraggled woman—then stuffing her pussy with Greg managing to cum in both holes.  The man took his turn, spanked her, and applied a brand to her left cheek, too.

*

ah, the pause that refreshes
	By the highway whine sound it was a clue to the driver that the left front tire was about to go.  It was dark, Bofanna Hwy was a long stretch out of Stanis—which was an hour behind him.  He had left the sultry meadow country land for the high desert.  The great expanse of ocean lay just beyond—a few miles.
	Verde Mesa was the largest town before the desert city town and the coast beyond.  Acton Wells, Dervish Acres, Longview Pasture (there was no pasture and there was no view), Bridgeview Meadows (no bridge, no view), Mesa Plateau, Littefoot Causeway, Lone Rock Canyon River, and Eighty Acres made up the landscape between Stanis and the coast.  The Bofanna Hwy was little used but out of necessity—it was considered a backroad and usually a haven for undesirables, bikers, and hellrisers.  Rain Frisco didn’t have a problem with that ilk and drove carefully for a few more miles until the whine of the tire began to increase.  He wouldn’t back Acton Wells where there was a gas/service station.  Just shy a few miles.  
	Once the motor was shut off the instantaneous sound of silence filled the cab of the 1953 dingy yellow GMC.  He sat still for a moment, found a joint in the ash try and took a hit, then another hit, then mosied outside to stretch, fart, and rustle out a bottle of water from the ice chest and debate whether to tackle the tire now and wait until sunup in a few hours.
	He decided to wait.
	After finishing the joint he opened the rear door of the camper sitting on the truck and hustled out the “cargo” within.
	“Don’t run.” he warned.
	The “cargo” nodded and stood still—waiting.  Some cargo was in the cab and they, too, were let out—and warned.  
	“Pee, or do whatever you need—just stay close.”  The night was cool but there were wisps of warm current air, too.  The ground was still warm from the day; and lots of sharp skin piercing pebbles and stickers about, too.

	Strangely, Tawni clung to Rain.  He picked her up, cuddled her, and she hadn’t the need to pee—but sleep.  Michelle had to pee and stood with her legs open (as per instruction from her time in Rain’s dungeon) and began to pee.  Morgan and Bonnie followed suit but Megan didn’t have to—she already had done so…
	Nick was sleepy, too; he peed quickly and then sat on the tailgate nodding off nearly falling off.  Clay and Greg pissed on the hiway then milled about waiting for “what next.”
	What next was food.
	Food and drink.
	Food was chips, burritos (in tinfoil and warm from home) and bottled water.  The kids noshed and stood nakedly in the dark of Bofanna Desert.  None really gave thought to their pending fate ‘cept Morgan and Bonnie.
	Rain settled Tawni into Bonnie’s arm and went to Aria who stood at the open passenger door.  “You alright?” he asked.
	Aria stood on wobbly legs, shook her head and looked ill.  From the ash tray Rain fetch the last joint, lit it up and offered it to the bewildered and befuddled former citizen, Aria.  She took a hit—and kept taking the hit until it was gone.  That was followed by a swig from a whisky flask.  That was followed by Rain turning the woman around and laying her down in the green crappy vinyl seat.  After a little light smack to her ass he proceeded to stuff her hole with his cock.
	It was an uncomfortable positioning and awkward; Aria’s knees were on the running board and Rain wasn’t totally naked.  He gave the woman a good doinking, pulled out and stepped back wishing he had another joint.  He drank some of the whiskey, farted, and smoothed his hand over the woman’s ass.  The bitch would never-ever be the same again.  Never-ever.  Her ass had been marred, marked by a small diameter brand—then, after the stench of her burnt flesh had lessoned she had been removed from the train car cart, splayed out on her back and while the captive children held her arms and legs her pussy was shaven and then branded, too.
	The sound of something coming prompted Rain to hustle his cargo back inside the camper.  Then he himself jumped into the truck’s cab and waited for the traffic to zoom by and be gone.
	It was a big rig, a delivery to one of the many small towns aforementioned.  Rain stretched, farted, then brought Aria down to service his cock freshly explunged from her own asshole.  The mindless woman took to the task and sucked the foul cock barely gagging and hardly retching.

	Just as the rays of the sun began to kiss the land, Rain was removing the bald tire and replacing it with a tire not-so-bald.  New tires would have to be eventually.  Along with a little TLC to the interior, the motor, tranny, exhaust system, and so on.  He liked the truck, though—pretty much as it was.  It had character.
	After the tire change it was off again but it was coming daylight; Rain wanted to unload his “special cargo” in the cover of darkness.  The aforementioned towns had little in the way of security cameras; little in the way of technology at all!  Dervish Acres had a small Mom/Pop grocery store that had the old fashion cash registers.  Hardly anyone had a cell phone.  Most had satellite dishes, though.  There was an Indian Reservation nearby.  And despite there being a river, the Miquez River, it wasn’t very popular with anyone—it was a canyon river, deep, narrow, and spooky.
	At Acton Wells, part of the Indian Reservation, Rain stopped to refuel the truck and grab some goodies to replenish the ice chests.  From the Indian lad who helped with the fueling—Rain also got a replenishment of Happy Smoke.
	Thereafter it was back on the road—no a/c in the old truck, just the 2-60 kind (2 windows down at 60 miles per hour!)  The windows of the camper plus the one on the roof were open, too, so as the special cargo didn’t suffer the sweltering heat.
	Once out of Acton Wells it was twenty miles to Dervish.
	Longview Pasture came nextly and before Bridgeview Meadows, Rain took a turn off onto a dirt road heading to the ridge.  The landscape was desert-scape.  And lots of it with mountains off in the distance, rolling rustic hills scattered all about, and a long, long ridge running the near length of the desert.
	There were a few trails about the ridge, a couple of narrow roads, too.
	Once over the ridge the road got even more narrow but still navigable.  The breaks squeaked and more than once the entire truck went sideways for a few feet.  Once down, though, the dirt road was better and eventually emptied to the remains of a hacienda.  A small gathering of desert trees, shrubs, and boulders were about; a small trail led between some of these boulders to shaded area where three trees leaned over a pond intertwining their branches making a sort of crude canopy.  The boulders didn’t reflect as much as thought they would but the sand was still kinda warm.
	The special cargo and three ice chests made the trek to the remote locale and then everyone took a dip whiling away the day until nightfall.  There was a little frivolity involved of course.  Of course!

	Verde Mesa was the largest desert town in the area having around five thousand in populace.  There was an airfield nearby and once a year hosted warbirds from wars of bygone days.  Motorcycle gangs also found haven in the town occupying a small corner of the town and not causing much ruckus.
	Rain’s old truck barely made the trek out of the desert floor up and over the ridge—the going down part was the easier.  A better truck with better traction, possibly four wheel drive, posi-trac, etc. would probably do the trick.  They rolled into Verde Mesa a little after ten o’clock.  It was 98 degrees according to the electronic sign on the bank.  Bonnie was let out at the bus station; naked, pussy shaven, mind a little more than frapped.
	Behind the 24hr truckstop restaurant Morgan and Greg were let out.
	Michelle and Clay were let out at one of the churches; Nick and Megan were let out at another church.  At a little after midnight and Rain came up to the fire station and parked close.  Aria sat still, naked, mindless in the cab with three year old Tawni between them (also naked.)  A siren upset the stillness of the sullen night screaming from the one hospital.  One of the “drop offs” had been found—or all of them.
	More sirens screamed thru the night—different sirens indicating the local constabulary had been alerted.  Rain contemplated, farted, and lit up a doobie to think it over.
	“Good evening, sir, is there a problem?”
	The voice startled Rain who was not in full contact with his faculties.  He had been caught off-guard and that was a big no-no for his kind (the kind who went around having their way by use of a electronic mind altering device!)
	Rain reacted quickly slamming the door into the man’s knee knocking him backwards—but not before Rain grabbed him by the collar jerking him head first into the door’s sill.  The man slumped to the ground and Rain took a breath.  Behind him was the man’s car.  On closer inspection the man wore a uniform—he wasn’t a cop but a Citizen Patrol Officer—a volunteer.  
	Now there was a bit of a pickle to stew in!

	The air was jazzed with the electricity of sirens wailing in the air.  On reflection, Rain realized it would have probably been better to unload his special cargo not all in one place—or town.  Too late, now.  He still had two to go; he fired the old truck up and puttered off into the darkness.  From Verdea Mesa he would go out on Desert Hwy to Soccoro Mountain Rd that went by Lone Rock Canyon and Littlefoot Causeway.  Both those towns were small having a few amenities for travelers who braved venturing that way—no services but a lone gas station and gas station only with snacks.

	The ash tray was empty, he had smoked the last joint the Indian boy had given him, and his flask of whiskey he had drenched the rent-a-cop’s face with upsetting any report the man may try and make.  Somehow it wasn’t working out all according to plan.  Rain knew that he needed to cool it a little, take more precautions, or knock it off entirely.
	He doubted the latter.
	Littlefoot and Lone Rock were too small to let out the remaining cargo.  Desert City was next, two hours away and right up against the ocean.  There were other destinations, Northvalley was an hour—north, Southtown was—south.  There was no Eastville but there was a Weston—which was almost an hour—east.
	His mind went blank, sulled by the circumstances of the night.  He thought he had planned it relatively perfectly but soon realized that it was a mistake to let out the cargo all in one place—albeit they were scattered about the town they were found in short time and thusly a widespread chaos soon ensued.
	The shot up sign that barely reflected in the headlights revealed that it was 48 miles to Northvalley.  Turning on the radio to a country station, Rain settled in for a long drive.  His naked passengers beside him were asleep.  He wished he was.

*

the bang theorem 
	A buzz was coming on; one in his head and the other from the right tire.  The truck needed a whole new set of new tires—used anyways.  Brakes, too.  And a paint job.  No glass, seat, floorboard, wiring, engine, transmission, rear end.  About the only thing that DID work in the old truck was the radio.
	A few miles from Northvalley there was a rest stop.
	After leaving Littlefoot Causeway there was a “road less traveled” and another that was more traveled than not.  That road was more straighter but fraught with sand blowing across the two-laner—and the occasional biker gang roaming the roadway so the “road less traveled” was the better option.  It just took longer and serpentined this way and that around hills and utter desolation of desert-scape.
	At length, though, the RLT met up with the other and then there was the rest stop.  No one was at the remote rest stop.  There was a storm brewing on the nearby Soccorro Mountains and a breeze had struck up somewhat refreshing the gloom of the area.

	Aria and Tawni walked about stretching their legs, peeing while standing, and embracing their temporary freedom.  Rain had a bit of a buzz going and had nothing to alleviate it or take it’s place OR to enhance it.  Tawni came to him and he held her on his lap while Aria wandered about the rest stop listlessly—mindlessly.
	After some fingering and assorted fondling of little Tawni—Rain laid the waif on the seat and licked her out before laying his prick to her pussy and humping her until he came.  At that point he did wish the girl was a little older—at that point he wished he had one of the girls he had recently unloaded.
	Aria was way at the end of the rest stop area where the broken pavement met the sand of the desert.  Rain had to go fetch her and bring her back—it was then that he heard that they were not alone.  Quickly he hustled the naked wandering former feminist lesbo lawyer back to the truck.  He paused and listened carefully but what he heard was suddenly gone.
	Was he losing his mind?  Hearing things?  Still stoned?
	After a moment and not hearing whatever it was he had heard he put Aria to the task of cleaning up his spillage from Tawni’s cunt.  And while the woman lapped up the cum from the little girl’s pussy—Rain spanked the woman’s ass, admired the brand marks on her cheeks, then stuffed her pussy with his cock.

	 The air was cooling more and there was the scent of rain wafting about, too.  Aria had her mouth fully on Tawni’s young cunt as the child lay on the bench seat of the truck.  Aria stood with her legs apart outside the truck with Rain behind her pumping steadily into her sex.
	The thought of either firing the old truck up and continue onward to Northvalley or crawling into the camper and taking an afternoon nap was something of a debate.  In Northvalley there were options of hotels to rest, bathe, eat, and sleep.  There, too, were a couple of gaming casinos.
	Decisions—decisions.
	Interruptions—interruptions.
	Just as Rain was getting his nut the sound he had heard earlier returned.  This time more definitive.  Motorcycles.  At first it was the fear of the bikers but then it not the throbbing thrumping sound normally associated with a biker gang’s iron horse but more of the off-road kind.  Dirt bikers.
	The wind carried noise in all directions from all directions.  Rain had no idea where exactly the off-roaders were.  He finished with Aria and put her into the truck and put himself together then caught out of the corner of his eye a dirt biker on a small hill nearby.

	Finding his binoculars, Rain gave a looksee at the biker who was joined by another.  Both were dressed in similar off-road attire, green one piece protection with stickers and decals all over.  The bikes were typical off-road dirt bikes.  Rain was about to fire the truck up and head off when one of the riders removed the helmet, slung head, and was a girl!
	Hmmmm
	The other was a boy.
	The binoculars determined that the two were brother and sister; similar facial features, hair, and just a “feeling” as the two jostled one another.  The boy appeared to be a bit older—maybe twelve.  The girl about a year younger.  Perfect.

	Down below Ratkill Hill lay a small expanse of gathered off-road families.  About a dozen or so in various vehicles with the intent of staying the night or two.  Various implements of off-road vehicles swarmed the area raising dust and ruckus.
	On a small rocky hill up from the rest stop Lacy Pokentheye stood up from the boulder she had been behind pulling her one-piece garment back on.  It was a cumbersome thing due to the thick padding lest she fall and kiss the earth rather hard.
	Her brother, Lonnie, had it easier to pee—he just had to pull his pud out of the flaps and do his business.  Lacy was just beginning to snap the garment back together when a bright light invaded her mind and she felt kind of faint.  Then she felt kind of ill and began to retch.  That got her brother’s attention,
	“Swallowed some dust?” he chortled.
	Lacy didn’t respond.  She stood still with her pretty eyes of blue partly closed is if the light of day was too bright.  But the sun was obscured by the darkening/threatening clouds so why was the quirky girl grimacing?
	‘you see your sister naked?’
	It had begun.

	It wasn’t hot out—the weather was cooling with encroaching clouds bringing a strong scent of rain.  Motorcycle enthusiasts and other assorted off-road vehicles swarmed the area racing madly up rocky hills and across flat desert terrain.
	The answer was, of course, “Yes.”
	‘are you and your sister—naughty?’ with each other.
	No, not really; going naked, seeing other naked, flashing—yeah, kind of the norm for brothers and sisters.  But no sexual frivolity.  Dang.

	Ok, ‘would you LIKE to be naughty with your sister?’ as in Touch, touch via finger her pussy, put cock against her ass, put cock against her ass AND pussy; put cock against and IN her mouth!?
	Again, not really.
	The boy did jerk off some, but he was not really sexually enthused—not yet.  There were girls in his class and social he thought of more sexually than his sister.  The boy just didn’t think of Lacy “in that way.”  Amazing!
	‘what if she wanted you to “touch her?’ sexually.
	The boy’s mind went blank.
	There was no Q&A to Lacy—sometimes it just didn’t always work.
	No matter, Rain helped the kids out of their protective outerwear and paused a moment to gander at Lucy clad in her underwear.  For eleven, she had a nice form; small knobby titties, shapely enough for her age, and very tan suggesting she did some sun worshipping al la naked.
	Her brother was pretty tan all over, too.  Dusty brown hair that hung haphazardly in an angled cascade into his face; he had a nice quirky smile and preferred boxers over tidy-whiteys.
	Thankfully the day was cooling ‘cause Rain hustled Lonnie and his sister into the camper.  There they were stripped out of their clothing.  Rain once more took time to ogle Lacy then laid her out on the one bed.  By close scrutiny of her young pre-teen pussy she was a virgin.
	Lonnie was just in the early beginning stages of daily whacking off.
	He heard his sister fart—lots of times.  He even saw her pee and poop!  They sometimes ran amok in the house naked chasing one another—but again—not sexually.  
	As Rain began to feel up the young boy, caressing his warm bare ass and tug on his young pud—the indicators on the EMAD began to fluctuate.  The boy wavered, slung his head and seemed to be in the throws of some sort of drug or too much booze.  Lacy, too, began to show signs of being ill and as she retched and sat up—
	“What’s going on?” she asked, “Who are you?” not realizing that she was naked.
	Lonnie closed one eye—the one not shielded by hair, looked quirkily to the stranger beside him but was unable to come up with an inquiring question like his sister.
	The minding device was losing its grasp of the kids’ minds.  Oh well, there were other ways.  Both kids were befuddled, frightened, and unsure of what was going on.  They were caught off guard and that, of course, worked in Rain’s advantage.

	Lonnie Pokentheye eyed his sister, blinked his eyes and seemed to struggle with himself as if in some sort of battle.
	‘lick her pussy.’
	He words he knew but not in the context they were spoken.  More struggling but then Lonnie bent down and applied his tongue to his sister Lacy’s pussy.  It was his first time.  He had heard of such things in his social, “eat a girl’s pussy” “muff diver” and “dining on the gash” among other curt and contrite sayings.  Most of which young Lonnie had little to know idea what the fuck they meant.  He knew where a girl peed from was her “pussy” “cunt” and “dick trench.”  Other forms and notable notions noting a girl’s cunny were oblivious to him.  He wasn’t naïve, just not “in the know.”
	Lacy’s “pussy” tasted a little foul—she had just taken a piss.  But somehow that wasn’t too overpowering disgusting.  His tongue licked and lapped all over the poon finding some sort of odd to bizarre activity stimulating his nether region.  It was then that he realized sort of what he was doing but more so that there was a stranger with him—he didn’t not particularly realize that the pussy he licked was his sister’s pussy.
	Not yet.
	But as much as he was aware of what he was doing and not being alone while he done it—Lonnie couldn’t seem to do shit about it.  He struggled, strained, grunted but couldn’t shake the mind hold.  Nor could he shake the “good feelings” pulsing thru his cock egging him on.
	‘keep licking.’ a Voice cooed.
	Lonnie did so; partly out of “he didn’t have a choice” and partly ‘cause it was kinda-sorta neat (albeit a little disgusting.)  He didn’t know what the big deal was—licking out a girl’s pussy.  She PEED from there!
	As he licked and lapped the area of the girl’s pussy—the stranger put his hand to his bare ass.  Lonnie began to make all kinds of realizations then; the girl was his sister, he was naked, the stranger was naked, the stranger had a boner.
	Lacy lay still, seemingly shivering somewhat.  She had been crying and was sobbing.
	‘she’s a pretty girl.’ the Voice said calmly.
	There was no doubt there—Lacy, even at eleven, was very pretty.  But lots of kids, mostly kids of Lacy’s age were “pretty”.  Young children had a mystique about them—their eyes, face, smile, and laughter.  
	After much licking and lapping of his sister’s cunt, Lonnie crawled up onto her resting his throbbing boner against her delicate virgin pussy.  The stranger stood right close smoothing his hand on his ass.

	It made Lonnie uncomfortable but there was high confusion raging in his mind.  The stranger began spanking his ass, squeezing the cheeks making Lonnie more and more uncomfortable.  But his cock resting against pussy—that sort of made up for it.  Sort of.
	Slowly—to start, Lonnie began humping.  His cock still nestled against his sister’s pussy went up and down—up and down.  The feeling was tantamount to scoring the winning goal in soccer—but then again not quite.  Nothing was as good as cock against pussy.
	Well, until his cock actually went INTO pussy.
	Rain found himself enamored with the boy—and his sister.  The girl let out a little yelp as her cherry was broken.  Her hands clenched tightly the edge of the small bunkish bed—eyes brightened as if in some sort of ungodly pain.
	Lonnie, on the other hand, humped.
	The boy wasn’t particularly good at it—but it was his first time.  The natural instinct was there but his technique could use some finesse.  No matter, it was his first time and the finer points of fucking would come as he progressed in his pursuit of ultimate Happy Endings.
	Rain smacked the boy’s ass and peered between his legs to watch the penetration.  That was the part he liked best—the penetration.  There was some blood coating the boy’s cock and balls—and some on the bed.  The girl was still not quite into the deed of getting laid.  Rain stroked his own cock and waited.
	He didn’t have to wait long—Lonnie got his nut and came in his sister in just under two minutes.  The boy let out a tremendous “AHHHHH” and shuddered all over.  “HOLY SHIT!” he blurted as he shivered.  “SON-OF-A-BITCH!” he added.  Jerking off paled in comparison—even scoring that winning dive goal for his team was nothing like cumming off in a girl’s pussy.  Nothing like at all.

	After a little clean-up, Lonnie found himself on his knees facing the stranger’s cock.
	‘suck me.’ the stranger said.
	Lonnie gulped—he wasn’t so naïve that he didn’t know what “suck me” meant.  He had knowledge of guys sucking one another and though he was curious about what it would be like—he firmly was in no way going to suck a guy’s dick.
	But the naked stranger insisted and Lonnie wrapped his lips about the pulsing prong.  The first instinct was one of grossness.  The cock was hot, musty, reeked a little, and the actual “taste” was oblivious.

	While Lonnie sucked—Rain fingered the boy’s sister.
	Lonnie made faces as the cock filled his mouth; Rain pulled out and did the next best thing (to make the boy make even more faces) and humped his face.  Then it was back into the mouth before making for a more pleasurable hole.
	Lacy’s eyes once more expanded as Rain crawled onto her placing his manhood onto her sex.  Lonnie sat on his knees beside the bed and watched.  It was all he could do.  Lacy looked pleadingly to her brother then tensed up as she was penetrated.

	Once more—with feeling
	Licking pussy was one thing—a girl peed from there.  Licking butt hole was even more disgusting—she pooped from there!  Bu the naked stranger insisted and Lonnie couldn’t resist.  His tongue went flickingly to his sister’s cornhole.  At least she was a good wiper—there was only the hint of poo funk to be had.  He kept his eyes closed the entire time—until told to open them and look hard and up close to Lacy’s hole.
	Then he was instructed to put his cock to the hole.
	Once he was in—he fucked firstly by himself.  He and his sister lay on their side; the naked stranger watched them, fondled himself, and lusted.  Lonnie sort of kind of didn’t like what he was doing—not to his sister anyways.  But then again, it did kind of sort of feel good.
	Lacy didn’t like it period.
	The naked stranger (the horrible-horrible man) came onto the bed—but it was awkward ‘cause the camper was small and there was cabinetry directly above the bed giving little headroom.  So he stooped over the girl getting a neck ache as he guided his cock into the girl’s mouth.
	‘suck it or take a spanking.’
	Lacy didn’t want a spanking—but didn’t want to suck the cock in her face, either.  “Suck it or I spank your brother’s ass and rip his balls off!”
	Lonnie didn’t hear that part—his mind was too jazzed with his cock thrusting into his sister’s shitter.  Lacy tried to bawl but could only take the man’s cock (into her mouth.)
	She didn’t like it much and retched greatly.
	Lonnie had stepped up his progress of realizing sexual gratification and had begun to pump harder and faster.  Lacy cringed and grimaced as she sucked on the slick cock in her mouth.

	That was followed up with getting a mouth wash of cum for her efforts—the naked stranger realizing his own sexual gratification.  Lacy nearly retched to the point of blowing chunks.  The man pulled his cock out of her mouth and squirted the remainder of his liquid goo all over her sweet young face.
	Brother Lonnie got his nuts off and instantly relaxed.  His cock slipped out of the hole and spewed a little more goo onto his sister’s ass.  Lacy fingered her hole—‘cause it hurt and was uncomfortable.  The naked stranger before her positioned himself laying down caressing her ass and taking her leg up over his.  Lonnie heaved as he breathed and soon fell to sleep.

	Rain, Mother Nature’s rain, began drizzling.  Lacy squirmed a little on the messed up bed and made muffling noises—she squirmed and made muffling noises as her brother, Lonnie, lay on top of her with his ball sac in her mouth.  The boy lay down her body licking her cum laden pussy while the naked stranger sodomized him.
	Lonnie grunted and definitely was not into licking up cum.  His hole was tight and never had previously been buggered.  His ass was fondled, spanked, and admired.  The weather outside was turning nasty and the naked stranger was getting the itch to move on.
	But with his cock still hard and ready to continue—

	Amazingly, but just about ALL of Rain Frisco’s cock was in the twelve year old boy’s hole.  It was well reamed.  Upon pulling out a massive squirt of cum blasted the boy’s ass; the crack, the cheeks, and especially the hole.  And the hole—the hole was the size a half dollar!
	A little more spanking—not too hard, and Rain slipped off the bed caressing the boy’s body as a whole.  For twelve years young he had nice form.  The girl beneath him had a nice form, too—for eleven.  Both were “aware” but limited—and more than what Rain wanted.  He deemed it to be a security risk.
	And despite being freshly boned and cum on his face—young Lonnie (who had nice form) had wood.  Well, no use wasting it—‘specially when there nice pussy right there to poke.
	So he poked it!
	Of course he had help—of course!

	Yea, the girl had nice form, too.  Before her brother poked her, Rain took a moment to look her over a little more closely and differently than before.  Small knobbies, a little patch of pubes on her glistening fresh licked cunt, and very tan all over.  A lovely girl, lovely hair, lovely face, lovely naked.  Rain had wood.
	Lonnie got going and Rain smoothed his hand over the boy’s humping butt, squeezing and occasionally swatting as he did so.  Rain also caressed the girl’s legs as she flailed them about whilst she was poked.  Lacy tried to twist; she fussed and grunted, farted, peed, and succumbed to orgasm which stunned her.
	Lonnie got off and basically melted.
	Rain spanked the boy and found that with his emotions drained boinking his mind with the EMAD was far-far easier.  So he did.  Strangely, little sister was still somewhat in control of her own mind.  With the boy pushed off to the wall of the camper—Rain crawled into place on the girl laying his body gently on her’s.  He sought to relieve her of what she still controlled of her own mind and it would be pleasurable in doing so—well, at least to one of them.

	The radio was the only thing that worked and worked well on the old truck; a few miles out from the rest stop and the passenger side windshield wiper began to scrape—then gouge into the already cracked windshield.  Rain had to stop and wait until the rain let up a little before going out and breaking the wiper.  Then it was on to Northvalley.
	There still was cargo, and extra, to deal with.  Beside him and Aria—still naked, sat mindlessly staring blankly ahead.  Little Tawni sat between and still naked, too.  At one of the Indian casinos  Rain pulled into the overflow parking lot was mostly empty and covered possibly an ancient Indian burial ground.  At where there was a small group of trees Rain coaxed his old truck and took a security sweep of the area before hustling Aria and Tawni into the camper.  He missed Lacy.
	Many of those who had come into Rain’s circle—and he had come unto them, touched him.  Not the sexual implication but the inner side, the soul.  Little Lacy had a fine body and lustfully thinking he wanted to hump it—a lot!  Her pussy had been very tight despite her brother fucking it a couple of times.  He tried anal with the young girl but his cock wasn’t up to it and her hole was way too tight.  Had he had time, though, enough fingering, a candlestick, a hammer’s handle, screwdriver handle, and butt plunging by her brother he himself would have probably got in to her.
	But as it was the Mother Nature’s rain began to steadily increase.  He had had his time with the two; he lay beside the girl fingering her pussy, soothing her mind to blank it from the experience then feed into it a “new way of life” for her and her brother.
	Then they were returned to where they had been with the story of getting stuck on top of the hill in the rain.  Rain’s cock ached and ached terribly the whole drive to Northvalley.
	A few minutes contemplating; he needed a hotel room, a hot bath, and then a drink before anything else.  Maybe a nice expensive meal, too.  he lay with Tawni fingering her and really-really wishing he had kept Lacy and her brother a little longer.  His cock ache so he shoved it into Aria, fucked her brains out but didn’t cum.  He was empty.  He lay heaving on the woman, groping and mouthing her bodacious titties, humping her well fucked cunt, and listening to the increasing rain.

	Although it was mid-summer, the storm lambasting the Northvalley area made it dark early.  That suited Rain.  He gave Tawni a little more of his special love, not much on penetration but a heck of a lot of rubbing.  And still no cum!  His cock went right up and down the girl’s tender little poon, poking slightly with only a slight desire to penetrate.
	Standing the three year old up inside the camper he humped the child’s face; made her suck his cock and balls and then lay out for one more good vaginal lick and tongue probe.
	Aria got a butt fucking, spanking, and skull fucking before Rain took them to the far side of the town to the abandoned train depot/warehouse and let out there sending them way under the old station where it was dry.  Then he casually made the trek to the old motel that was close to the casino he had just been at.
	A hot bath was just the thing.
	That was followed by a decent dinner at a nearby 24hr diner.
	Then it was into the casino for a few drinks and some gaming.

 	Tom Collins was the drink of choice; cards the game of choice, poker specifically; Texas Holdum more specifically.  First few hands didn’t work out for him, though; went down five hundred in no time at all.  That wasn’t going to help put tires and brakes on his truck.
	There had been a time when he had used the EMAD to sway a bank clerk to give more money across the counter than she was supposed to.  And at another casino he had been able to sway the cashier to do the same.  But there was greater risks in those ventures—security cams and the like.

	So, he would have to make money the old fashioned way—earn it.
	After another couple stiff drinks, a long hearty piss, he hit the table again opening with a Queen of Clubs and an Eight of Hearts.  To some that would have been a hand to fold on—it was iffy cause the Queen was a pretty good card.  Rain kept it and the next cards in line were good ones giving him a Three of a Kind, 8’s; 8 of Clubs, 7 of Clubs, K of Heart, 4 of Heart, and 8 of Diamonds.  Net pot:  $750.  It was a start.
	However, the next round and Lady Luck needed slapping around.
	Rain got dealt 7 of Clubs and a King of Clubs.  He decided to keep them and see what the flop, turn, and river would cough up.  The flop gave him a Ten of Hearts, but the Turn gave him three cards that were so-so; 
10 of Hearts, 5 of  Spades, and 3 hearts.  The flop came delivering 3 of  Diamonds and the river washed up the Queen of clubs.
 	That’s not a good hand and he lost to Full House.
 	He also lost $1,000.
 	The river can change the fortune of a game by delivering one player a card which they need to beat another player’s already completed hand.  A player losing the pot due only to the river card is said to have been “rivered”.
	The following hand sucked Rain out to the middle of the Mississippi and drowned him on a sand bar--$2,000.  The next hand dragged him under the keel of a paddlewheeler and drowneded him some more doubling his losses.
	The next hand and, well, time for a drink.
	At ten o’clock he found a table with fresh faces as opposed to the old farts he currently been with.  Couple of dames, a taxi driver, an old dame, and a young married.  Rain settled in an open seat beside the old dame; she reeked of perfume and an upper social class standing.  But she was fun.  Pearls, a fur wrap, a long blue dress, a cigarette on the end of one of those long black sticks, and a hell of a lot of personality.  
	Veronica Breezeway was to his right; an uppity LA girl with money to burn.  She had the bestest clothes, a car costing more than most blue collar worker’s salary for a year, and the freshest look—thanks courtesy to Dr. Millard Syncopa ASPS; and always the first to tell you so!
	She was a gal who loved to be the center of attention—and whether she was winning or losing she did with class.  Rain was cool with that, he noted no wedding ring and wondered how she would be in bed.  Just a thought.
	Derrick Musty sat next to Veronica; he was one of those Silicon whiz kids who made a small fortune in the computer market and came out to the casinos to work his social skills and poker skills.

	Eddie was a local cab driver.  He knew everything there was to know about Northvalley; the streets mainly and some of the people.  Where to go and where not go and the best places to take a fare for the best tip.  He was sometimes rude, crude, and just a little lewd.  He liked to drink and play poker and driving his taxi was just a sideline.  The thing about Eddie was he was one who would “tell it like it is” and not care who he told it to.
	Nigel was from “some other place” where the locals talk funny and say “mate” a lot.  The man wore dark glasses—even inside a well lit casino; very tan skin, and was once the leader of a semi popular band called the The Dusty Dingos.  World wide fame eluded the band and with the decline of popularity Nigel found solace in various bottles and then finally rehab.  He was hoping for a few big jackpots to help with his big comeback.
	Barbara Nicetwatt was from the Midwest; a loving mother and wife, soccer mom, church goer.  She didn’t talk much but tried to be social—unlike the young married beside who could shut the hell up.  Rain bet she would be a good romp in the hay, too!  Yvonne had style, she was an actress in notable films like Misery’s Child, Under the Ya-Ya Tree, and Bunny Zombies of Robot Island.  She was bitter that all the good parts were going to flavor-of-the-month bitches who needed cue cards to get their lines straight while she played their mothers or domineering grandmothers.  So she started spending time in the casinos hoping for a little of that free publicity hitting one of those infamous out-of-sight pots that would loft her to pedestal glory.
	Well, it was a dream anyways.
	Rain was down five grand by midnight and it didn’t look like it was going to get any better.  No one was really doing well—but Rain seemed to be the one doing the least well.  Time for another drink; and young married, Kellie Suxalittle, joined him.
	“I don’t know WHERE my hubby is!” she complained being a little exasperated.  She parked it on a barstool and ordered a drink, breathed hard and babbled about how much she had won (and lost.)
	“If my husband knew--” she said shaking her head but chortling just the same, “I’d be divorced by sunup!”
	Rain sipped his drink, suppressed a fart, and considered taking the yapping girl to his motel room.  She was bubbling with personality; a tight pink tee-shirt with a big red heart on the front, she still wore the wedding veil she had gotten from the All-Nite wedding chapel.  Rain had no doubt the girl would be a riot in bed.

	He was down a total of $6,505 dollars.  That was a nice hunk of change.  To fully refurbish the truck—he needed double that amount.  Then a new camper to go on—or maybe not.  Maybe he’d get a van instead—every pervert had to have a van to troll in.
	A newer or something closer in humbling abode—but still with access to the secret chamber below ground.  Or maybe just move on.  He wasn’t sure, something had been nagging at him for a long time.  His encounter with Helga was a plus—and her little Chinese friend, Kim.  That he would miss.
	After a couple more Tom’s it was time to go make room for a little more.  On his way back he saw the cashier station—the door was open and the pudgy Mexican lady inside was jostling around something.  Rain saw stacks and stacks of money on a shelf under the cashier window.  Stacks and stacks.  Stacks and stacks and stacks and stacks.
	Of course, there were security cams in the ceiling.
	Rain thought—thought-and thought some more.
	Hard to pass up those stacks and stacks of money, though.
	Damn hard.
	“If you make the world your enemy, you'll never run out of reasons to be miserable.”  It was a quote he had heard somewhere.  There were EMAD detectors and detectives everywhere.  Some were known to let the public know and be safe and be wary, too.  Some were hidden to let the public be safe (and wary, too!)
	Rain went into nonchalant mode just turning the minding gadget on checking for any reaction from anyone.  He mosied at the craps table and laid down some chips.  Didn’t do badly but he wasn’t into it, either.  The cashier shack was kind of located where there were no machines, tables, or anything within close proximity.  Safety and security that way.  Anyone who walked up to the cashier booth was scrutinized by the all-seeing eye in the ceiling.
	To another cashier booth he went getting some chips for table games, then a long walk around to the cashier booth where there were stacks and stacks and stacks and stacks of green backs.  He had to play it cool.  It was one thing to manipulate minds for sexual gratification—it was something else to manipulate minds for financial gains.
	With chips in hand he passed them to the cashier who seemed by the way distracted—that helped.  Very-very subtly and with much care and security as possible, ‘slide a stack to me.’
	Rain tensed as the fussy woman took the chips and ducked down beneath the shelf.

	She came up with a stack of Franklins and Rain felt his asshole clench.  The woman didn’t pause or bat an eye but said the customary “Good luck.”
	Rain took the “offering” and made for the bar again—he needed a drink.  And Kellie was still there.
	“Get lost?” she asked.  She had been waiting for him.
	Rain felt a little off—a little nervous.  He checked for where the EXIT doors were.  He knew there were security guards about—they were in uniform.  But there, too, were “guards” not in uniform.
	“Tom Collins?” the bar tender asked.
	Rain trying to gain composure of himself nodded.
	When his drink came he fished out a fiver but still had the Franklins in hand, too.  That got Kellie’s attention.  Her eyes bulged, she smiled, and gawked.  Rain noted and abruptly stashed the cash and tried in vain to get a hold of himself.
	“I thought you were losing.” Kellie said off-handedly.
	“Back-up.” Rain informed her.
	“Oh,” Kellie said, “good idea.” Rain noted that the young married hadn’t done too badly at the table—better than him.  But she seemed sheepish and unsure at times when laying down money and chips.
	“I was hoping to make a little extra,” Kellie stated, “a little nest egg for incidentals bla-bla-bla--”
	On the small tv above the bar the Dodgers just blew a 9 run lead against the Reds in the 8th inning.  The guy on the other side of Rain made a curious statement, “When you discover that you are riding a dead horse, the best strategy is to dismount.”
	Kellie was continuing to babble.  Rain had a statement for her, too, or more rather—a manner in which to shut her up; his cock in her mouth!  He couldn’t rightly tell if she was a slut or not, took it up the ass, or was kinky in any other respect.  She was alright, though; bright, bubbly, friendly, and could play poker as good as any other.  She mentioned that her and her new hubby had gotten some monies from her parents and their friends.
 	Supposedly the money was supposed to go for a home of some sort, stuff for the home, a car maybe.  But on their way to their new trailer and new life—the Indian casino came into view and so they thought—‘what the hell’ and try and fatten up what monies they had.
	So far—Kellie was up almost a thousand dollars.  She had no idea how her new hubby, Ryan, was doing.  He had disappeared.

	“I thought he was rich,” Kellie went on to babble, “he took out this huge wad of cash to pay for drinks, but all that paper was really a Michigan bankroll.”
	Rain had never heard the term before, “Michigan bankroll?”
	Kellie laughed, “A benjie, Benjamin Franklin, C-note, a hundred--”
	“I know what a benji is.” Rain said getting a little irritated.
	“Well, a Michigan bankroll is a benji wrapped around a hundred one dollar bills.”
	The Reds scored five runs in the 9th, 1 out, power hitter on deck.
	“Beer,” Kellie said asking for a refresh on her drink order, “with a shot of grenadine!” –sure her name’s not Crazy Mary?
	It was back to the table, the Reds had overcome their deficit and beat the dumbfounded Dodger who forgot how to play baseball in the 9th inning.  With a new bundle of scratch Rain felt better and settled in determined to make a living.

	By 2AM he was down another two grand.  So much for determination.
	Kellie wasn’t faring any better.
	The taxi driver, Eddie, had come up from a deficit to a tidy sum.  But his greed kept him playing and by 3AM he began to see his “tidy sum” ebbing away.  Soccer Mom, Barbara, was doing nicely with a little over what she had brought to the table.  Silicon Boy, Derek, had enough money to buy a bus ticket home.  Yvonne was a card—good thing ‘cause she couldn’t play them.  Socialite prissy whore, Veronica, was up over ten grand.  She was very happy.  Rain was pissed and wondered if she took it up the ass, too.
	“Man with hand in pocket feel cocky all day!” famous quote written on the bathroom wall.  It went along with—
 	“Antidisestablishmentarianism - easier done than said.”
 	“There are three sorts of people in the world, those who can count and those who can’t.”
 	“No wonder you always go home alone!” sign above the mirror in the washroom.  Rain took umbrage at that.  He wasn’t so bad looking, he had pleasing looks, spoke well, and knew how to make a woman cum without fucking her.
	After draining the lizard once more and washing hands it was one more trip to the cashier booth.  This time it was two stacks of Franklins.  Back at the table he lost half of that on the first hand.  On the next hand, Lady Luck kissed him and he surprised himself with a nice tidy sum of 50 hard earned Franklins.

	By 5AM his poker buddies were calling it a night.  But they all gathered in the restaurant for breakfast.  Kellie couldn’t find her hubby and even had him paged.  She was beginning to get worried and Rain wondered if the lout had taken what money he had and made for Splitsville.  OR, he had lost all the money and was hiding out.  Lots of reasons for a new husband to lay low.  Lots of reasons.
	Lots of talk, lots of food, Rain and Yvonne had sort of hit it off, he had actually seen and remembered some of her films—B-movies mostly, science fiction ventures of the 1950s and a couple of non-notable musicals.  She preferred the stage rather than the screen but the screen paid more and she got more exposure.
	Veronica didn’t offer to pay for the group meal and wanted someone to pay for hers—although she had garnered about ten grand at the table.  Eventually everyone confused the haggard waitress enough that Rain paid the bill for all.
	Kellie leaned over and kissed him on the cheek for that.
	Yvonne did so to the other cheek.
	Veronica rolled her eyes—Rain wanted her to crawl under the table and suck his dick.  Barbara he would have liked to see get up on the table and give everyone a show.  Kellie could give him a lap dance and Derek, Nigel, and Eddie could go fuck themselves.
	They didn’t, though; Kellie didn’t give him a lap dance, Barb didn’t do a table dance, and Yvonne didn’t drop dead.  Kellie DID, though, place her hand on Rain’s crotch.  Hmmm
	After breakfast it was back to the bathroom then a visit to the cashier’s cage, another couple of stacks of Franklins.  Rain checked himself not wanting to fall prey to Greed and thusly get careless.  After securing the Bennies he made not for the tables but to the outside for a breath of air.  Then a walk about to gather his thoughts.
	Crossing the street he went into another casino and helped himself to more “stacks” of Benjamins.  Then he plopped his carcass before a $100 slot machine.  Three coins were required.  Three hundred dollars.  Wouldn’t take long to eat up the “stacks” of Bennies.  Not long at all.
	However, after six hundred dollars in, two pulls of the slot lever—
	DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
	Rain blinked his eyes, “What the fuck!?”
	“That’s eighteen hundred!” spat an old man who was pissed but happy for Rain.
	Eighteen hundred—eighteen hundred dollars!
	“Sonofabitch!” he said to himself.
	The machine paid part, casino employees came about to pay out the rest and congratulate him and wish him luck on future plays.  Rain was impressed.  Shit, he did better playing the slot in five minutes than he did sitting for hours playing poker!
	Fifteen hundred came on the very next pull.
	Eight hundred was needed before the machine coughed up a cool even two thousand.  Rain was floored.  This was unbelievable.  He wanted to go hunt up Kellie—he wanted to go find Kellie, take her to his motel room and fuck her silly brains all the while she wore that stupid wedding veil.  
	But that would mean leaving a “hot” machine.
	Of course a “hot” machine could also turn cold and eat up damn quick all of the winnings just won.  A twelve hundred dollars in and Rain knew that that adage was coming true.  Then he hit it for nine hundred before hitting the single bars across the window panes for a payout of three thousand dollars!
	And on the flip side, Rain was subsequently recycling the stacks of Bennies.

	With a new lease on life, in-the-money Rain exited the casino and waltzed into another.  It was Noon o’clock and though he apparently sucked at poker—his luck with the One Armed Bandit was bliss.  It was at the third casino where he met a man having no luck no where no how.  He had played at every table game there was losing at every table, too.  The slots were no better and he was down some twenty grand.  His sorrows he was drowning at the watering hole and Rain joined him.  They played Keno and betted on the horses, chit-chatted, and soon the man began bad mouthing his new bride.
	“New bride?”
	“Yeah, she’s a fuckin’ air head cock lover.” There’s some good news.
	The convo went on; the men drank and lost money on the sports they were betting on but fared well with the Keno.  The two moved from the bar to a gaming table, 21/Blackjack.  And the more the man talked—the more he bad mouthed his “new bride.”
	Turns out—his name was Ryan, Ryan Bonehard Suxalittle.
	Suxalittle?  Wasn’t that Kellie’s last name—her new last name?
	Rain sighed.  On one hand the man was a typical douche.  Rain actually kind of liked him—kinda-sorta.  He was an asshole, but what man wasn’t?  According to some women, “Beware of the gleam in a man’s eyes; it may just be the sun shining thru the smoldering .44 caliber hole in his head.”

	Another Rule of Thumb from a woman’s standpoint Rain always liked, “if it has tires or testicles you’re going to have trouble with it.”
	Ryan had a big mouth, he was boastful, bragged loudly about how he had dubed his new bride and her dimwit backwards family into giving him money.  He had very little intention of keeping the matrimony going; he had two honies on the side in two different states and was married to one of them!
	What a guy!
	After a few rounds and the cards weren’t going their way the two men returned to the bar.  Ryan drank like a fish, Rain nursed his Collins and soon easily guided Man of the Year outside—out behind the casino.  During the long afternoon of drinking Rain easily learned that Ryan Suxalittle played the flute—but not so as you know it.
	‘you like it up the ass?’
	“Yeah!” blurted the man who was partly (mostly) drunk.
	‘you like your dick sucked?’
	“SURE DO!” by guys as well as girls.
	Rain had little trouble touching the man’s mind uncovering his secrets.  Ryan didn’t suck dick himself but enjoyed an occasional blow.  He did fuck up the ass AND take it in the ass.  No kissing, but there was time in a shower together.
	‘like ‘em young?’
	Ryan had fucked a young boy, family friend, in the ass and talked a twelve year family friend into giving him head.  As for girls, he knew a young teenage girl (another family friend) who had taken some money from her Mother’s purse.)  Blackmail was such an ugly word—Ryan preferred “opportunist”.  He got more than a blowjob from the girl, it was full out and out sex; anal, too.
	No girls, or boys, younger than ten.  But, there was a slight desire there.  He was a closet perv and mainly stuck with bitches his age or close.  He had more than one male friend he had his unnatural trysts with.  No one knew.
	As for new bride Kellie, he had boned her in all three holes and wanted to screw her mother and younger brother!  What a guy!  But it was the way the man dissed Kellie that got Rain’s goat.  The man had known Kellie a short while, less than a year.  He was able to get the girl’s old man to cough up major bucks and he was pissing it away—with the knowledge that he could easily hit the man up for more when need be.
	‘and you have no regard for keeping marriage vows?’
	Not in the least.

	So, as lightning flashed in the distance out in the desert, Ryan Suxalittle stood grasping his knees and then his ankles grunting and grimacing as he stood naked behind a casino.  His head was jammed into a wooden pallet configuration keeping him still and partially mobile.  His left hand was “glued” to his right ankle from some sort of sticky crap found in a pail nearby that seemed just the thing to be sticky enough for Rain.
	The remaining hand was left free—for the moment.
	Then, a good doinking—but Rain wasn’t the construct for the doinking to Ryan.  There was some spanking but then it was the maligned “Rusty Muppet” for Ryan Suxalittle.
	What’s a Rusty Muppet you ask?  Well, for you blokes elsewhere than the backstreets of where this author resides, a Rusty Muppet is where one partner grasps his ankles (could be a gal, too; but the Rusty Muppet is usually the colloquial term used in the male-gay circles) then, the other partner inserts as much of his hand (and forearm if the hole of the “muppet” has been previously well reamed).  Then, the one with the hand up his ass stands up while being manipulated like a muppet!
	Rain didn’t insert his hand—or dick.  Instead, a nice length of 2-inch pipe was used instead.  The pipe end going in had two inches of thread.  Rain twisted the pipe sending Ryan into a screaming fit as the pipe’s threads began to tear the inside of the man’s anal lining.
	“Relax, sweetheart,” Rain cooed, “and you’ll probably live.”
	Probably.  But Rain didn’t care and shoved the pipe in as far as it would go—well, until a significant amount of blood began oozing out the sides of the man’s hole as well as out of the pipe.  With a handy hacksaw, Rain cut the pipe just so as he could shove the entire thing into the man’s turd chute.
	Then Rain gave the man the hacksaw ‘you can hack thru you ankle or bleed to death.’
	‘choice is yours, asshole.’
	Rain then slid back into the casino and bellied up to the bar, watched the Dodgers lose another game, and placed some bets on the horses—later that night and the security guards would find Mr. Wonderful who had tried to saw his ankle thru.  In the man’s pants they would not find his identification but Tawni’s three year old cum stained panties.  It didn’t matter that the stains didn’t match Mr. Suxalittle’s DNA—didn’t matter at all.  Another girl’s panties were found in another pocket and Aria’s panties were found wrapped about his winkie.  (The man’s wedding ring would also be found—lodge DEEP into his asshole ahead of the pipe.)

	At a little after midnight Rain found Kellie sobbing in her drink at the first casino.
	“I think he ran out on me.”  She weeped.
	Rain consoled her with a hug and a fresh drink.
	“Don’t worry about him,” Rain said, “I think you’re better off.”
	“I think you’re probably right.” Kellie continued to sob.
	“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” she continued, “I’m almost really out of money, I don’t know where Ryan is, I-I don’t know what to do!”
	Rain held her for a moment then had to go to the bathroom.  He tried to hold it but Mother Nature doesn’t like to be held off too long.  On his way back, of course, he made a withdrawal at the cashier’s shack.  Of course!  Four stacks of Bennie’s!  He immediately crossed the casino floor to the regular cashier booth and exchanged the booty for chips, took a disenchanted Kellie by the arm and back to the poker tables to lighten her up.

	By 6AM, Kellie Suxalittle was up $12,000.  Rain Frisco?  Not so much.  He narrowed his eyes at his dwindling pile of chips wondering if he could turn real fast could he nab Lady Luck and strangle the bitch into submission.
	Just a thought.
	With enough money for breakfast, Kellie took Rain to the casino’s best restaurant and enjoyed a good time there.  Once she thought she heard her name over the intercom.  But there was so much noise from the Saturday morning gatherers that she wasn’t sure.  Rain heard but convinced her otherwise that it was “somebody else.”
	After breakfast it was off to the nearest wireless company to wire her winnings home—keeping a few dollars for herself.  Then Kellie Suxalittle accompanied Rain to his motel room.  The air was a buzz with the latest find in the small town—the finding of feminist lawyer, Aria Albu and the missing three year old toddler, Tawni.
	Along the way (to the motel) and did Rain snag a rose from vendor presenting it to a starry eyed Kellie.  Something more than the rose was blossoming.  Rain kept the minding device “off” and decided to let things roll as they be.
	In the motel room and there was a more than hearty hug from Kellie, a kiss followed and then a total breakdown.  Rain patted her back then awkwardly fell into the extra wide nappy green 1960s style chair pulling Kellie somewhat clumsily onto his lap.

	There and they did engage in serious passionate kissing.
	That led them to the bed where they romped “rolling in the hay” so to speak until Kellie came to rest on top of her “new” lover.  They paused in their play, sweating and heaving some.  Kellie was both sadden by the loss of her husband (although she didn’t know the truth about the “loss”) OR the TRUTH about the loss…and giddy, too.
	Rain held her, grasping her butt and finding something strange tickling his insides.  What was it?  There was a strange-strange feeling tingling throughout his body and it wasn’t an orgasm.
	Then it looked like Kellie was about to say something.
	Rain put his fingers to her lips shushing her from “jumping the gun” and saying something stupid like “I love you.”  It was time—not yet.  
	Slowly did Rain inch up Kellie’s pinkish shirt.  Kellie arched her back up and pulled the garment off and undone her bra, too.  Rain’s cock still ached terribly from recent activities but it became enthused and pulsed against the woman’s crotch.  Kellie straddled Rain as Rain gawked at her bare breasts.  She was a young adult and had teenage titties.
	Back to kissing.  Heavy petting, lots of groping, and damn near sexual intercourse despite both still wearing their pants.  But not for long.  As their sexual lust increased rapidly they began working off the remainder of their clothing.  Then, once naked, Kellie simply squashed her lover’s cock with her pussy denying him immediate access to her sex.  Rain was cool with that; he continued to kiss her, grope and play with her ass and begin working her body up and down his.

	Lovemaking was one of bliss.  Rain usually was in control but once his cock began invading Kellie’s sweet fuckable snatch box he shuddered.  He seldom shuddered when stuffing a girl’s sex.  It was a sign that he regarded as weak—the girl was supposed to shudder, shiver, and cum then he would.  
	Kellie giggled and Rain let it be.  He caressed the girl and determined that maybe she wasn’t giggling at him but exhibiting a natural characteristic.  Rain was cool with that and the giddy girl slid all the way down on his cock and they gently-gently began making love.
	Minutes later and Rain felt Kellie’s essence coating his balls.  The girl shuddered herself, pooted (girls don’t fart, they poot) and melted onto Rain’s body.  Rain melted himself and the cares and woes of the world drifted away never to be heard from again.  For a few minutes anyways.

	“Tonight’s headlines, feminist activist and lesbian lawyer, Aria Albu was found under a warehouse with missing toddler, Tawni Nolast.  Police bla-bla-bla-bla--” then, “One suspect has been arrested in connection with the kidnapping and rape but that suspect, too, seems to have been the victim of a set-up.”  Damn, they figured it out.
	“In other news, a brother and sister from the Burnt Rock Recreation Area popular with off-roaders were found to have been under the influence of a Perp with a minding device.  It is not known if the brother and sister were victims of the Suspect in Northvalley at this time.”
	“Other top stories, Couple found in their Northvalley home found slain; police suspect homicide.”
	“Vale Lock County Council Commission, of which Northvalley is a part of, to pay Two Hundred Fifty Thousand Dollars to advertise the county’s lack of funds.”
	“The County Poison Center advises all citizens not to take poison.”
	“Federal Agents today raided local gun shop; found weapons!”
	Imagine!
	There was a reason why Rain didn’t watch so much television—the above just confirmed it.  Kellie lay sleeping sprawled out on the bed sound to sleep.  Her hubby was in the hooscow; whether or not he would be actually charged with the crimes he was charged with was unknown—he had other problems and was a little out of his mind.  It gave cause to wonder how the police would view Kellie.  What was her part?  
	Of course, for most of the time, though, she was in the casino playing poker.  That part could easily be documented by security cams and the people she had been playing poker with.  Rain sighed and weighed the options—to tell her outright, fuck with her mind electronically, or let her find out the hard way.
	Decisions-decisions.
	Kellie suddenly stretched, pooted, rolled over and Rain scooped her up taking her into the bathroom for a group shower—with just the two of them.

	Derek and Eddie were at the table with a new guy, Marcus.  Socialite stuck-up slut, Veronica was present along with Nigel.  Yvonne was seen at a slot machine.  Rain and Kellie parked themselves at the group table and began playing cards—both still tingled from their romp in the motel room. 
	When the pot had grown to a sizable chunk, enough to buy a small compact car,
	“Ms. Suxalittle, to the security booth, please.”

	Kellie looked shocked—and a little panicky.
	“Was that me?” she asked.
	“Ms. Suxalittle, if you are in the casino, please go to the nearest security booth.”
	Kellie gulped and pushed herself away from the table folding her cards.  Rain didn’t know what she had but he had an Inside Straight!  Oh well, next time.
	Finding a security guard the two were led to a security booth where the grisly details of Kellie’s new hubby were lightly explained.  He was in the hospital and “out of his mind”.  The burly non-Indian security guard blurted that Mr. Suxalittle had been found with incriminating evidence on his person; he had been found in a compromising position, and had been the victim of a vicious gay lover.
	Not something a security guard should blab right off.
	Kellie was shocked and stunned and with Rain’s help went to the local hospital to learn the details from the doctors treating her husband as well as the police.
	It was a long day and Kellie wouldn’t have made it had it not been for Rain at her side.  There was the customary interview at the police station where Rain got into it with one of the pushy detectives who wanted Kellie alone for an interview.  With Kellie’s insistence and “ok”, Rain relented (but put the detective on notice to be dealt with at a later time.)
	At the end of the day it was resolved that Kellie would have the marriage to Ryan annulled.  She knew she would never see the money her parents and friends gave him—he had no money in his clothing (just the panties!)
	A pissed off gay lover was the likely cause of Ryan Suxalittle’s downfall and finding out.  There was family coming in to support her but Kellie continually wanted to “hang” with new lover, Rain.  The girl was a little distracted as well as disillusioned to say the least.  Ryan was a lot of things, Asshole topped the list.  But gay?  He seemed so manly!  She didn’t seem to be too concerned about the panties found on his person—she believed as the lead police investigator did that he was set up by the pissed off demented gay lover.
	His life was essentially over.  His mind was essentially “gone.”
	Kellie’s life was just beginning.
	Rain contemplated his life—life with Kellie.  He was kind of set in his ways, had a different agenda, pursuits, and lifestyle.  She definitely wouldn’t like his trailer—it needed serious TLC.

	The day was shot completely to hell; the night was not much better.  After yapping with the police and then her parents and family she settled down some—some.  Her mind was frapped and then some and almost inconsolable.  They had a nice dinner and then back to the motel room for a nice nap.  Kellie was not in the mood for sex or anything related—she wanted to be alone.  Rain obliged her and went back to the casino.

	Hr had four Kings, four measly kings, a 2 of Diamonds, and a 3 of Spades.  The pot was $6,500—almost was his.  The River came and Rain out of character stared at the opponent’s cards—4 Aces.  It didn’t matter what the other two cards were; in straight poker, Ace high trumps all other hands.
	Sitting beside him was Yvonne; she didn’t reek as much perfume as she had previously.  Or maybe she did and Rain was getting used to it.  She wore a snappy outfit; a long flowing royal blue dress-like thing, a gown or something with a satin breast/torso cover.  She was in her seventies.
	“Weren’t you in Bunny Zombies on Robot Island?”
	“Oh my God!” she coughed, “You KNOW that movie?”
	“I saw it.”
	Yvonne hung her head, “Hope you didn’t see the sequel.”
	“Robot Bunny Zombies from Somewhere Out in Space!”
	Yvonne chuckled, “Not my best movie.”
	“I Was a Teenage Mutant Bunny Zombie!”
	“I Married a Robot Bunny Zombie!”
	“There’s a Bunny Zombie in my Closet!”
	“da Gronk!”
	“Robot Bunny Zombies from Planet Nine Point Two!”
	B-grade movies, Yvonne mostly played old biddies, the grandma of some kid who was the star or witness to a robot bunny zombie invasion, or; in Robot Bunny Zombies from Planet Nine Point Two she played an alien queen, a robot bunny zombie!
	She did have bit parts in some better movies, a line or two, sometimes a few minutes of camera work in non-science fiction movies.
	“Sounds like an interesting career.” Rain commented.
	“Almost as interesting as my husbands.”
	“How many?”
	“I buried my 8th this past Spring.”
	“Buried?  Eighth?”
	“Oh, they all didn’t die,” some were divorced, “they were fun and rode this ole gal for as long as she would bounce!” Rain didn’t get the archaic statement assuming it was an inside joke or something.

	“I think some died, my 3rd and 5th husband, just to get the hell away from me!” she chuckled, got the wandering attendant to give her another drink, and plunked down some more chips to the burgeoning pot that exceeded ten grand.
	“Stagecoach to Utah.”
	Yvonne stared at him, “Now how did you remember that one?”
	Rain smiled and blushed, tossed a chip into the pile, and prayed his Three of a Kind would hold up.
	“Don’t tell me you seen it?”
	“Well, it was a while ago.” Rain drawled.
	“No shit, made that stinker back in ’55, made the theater circuit then I thought it died out quietly.”
	“Nah, it shows up on the late-late western movie channel now and then.”
	“Burt Shimmel was the lead in that,”
	“You were the passenger in the coach,”
	“I had a few lines.”
	“You looked good.”
	Now it was Yvonne’s turn to blush.  Then,
	“Bet you don’t remember the movie where I played TWO character parts?”
	Rain reared back and by the staunch look on Eddie’s face knew that sonofabitch had a better hand than his—but he coughed up another chip and mused, “Sunup in River City, you played the school marm AND the saloon gal.”
	“Well son-of-a-bitch!” Yvonne was impressed.
	“Small world.”
	Eddie tossed in his chip and the Dealer dealt the River.
	Rain sighed.
	“Son-of-a-bitch.” and a little more than seven thousand dollars in chips came his way.  Was Lady Luck Yvonne Burgerone?
	They played another hand where Rain folded after the Turn.  Yvonne folded, too, and the two made way to the lounge where a lounge lizard belted out some old sleeper tunes with a band that was just as sleepy.
	“That’s as bad as the band that played--”
 	“Night of the Bunny Zombies!” they said in unison.
	Yvonne got a big laugh, “I had no idea anyone followed my career!”
	“I just like old movies.”
	“And what about old dames?” Yvonne said off-handedly.
	Rain smiled and looked into her eyes saying, “Those, too.”

	“You know, I had to sleep with both the director AND the producer of that stinker to get that part.” Yvonne had “a few” more drinks, Cosmos mostly but soon switched to Long Island Ice Tea and sipped it while Rain sipped his Tom Collins drinks.
	“Bet there was a lot of that going around.” Rain said dryly.
	“More than you know,” she said back, “lots of starry eyed starlets had to sleep with someone on the set, someone important or they just didn’t get the part—or the part they wanted.”
	“I played the queen in the stinker A Pharaoh Also Rises, I had to sleep with the director, producer, casting director, and head writer to get that part.  Got more than I wanted, too.” she didn’t explain but Rain guessed; pregnancy.

	Rain had no intention of taking the old crow to bed.  So he did the next best thing—got her rippin’ drunk—which was by no surprise a long enduring night to pull off.  The old gal had a lot of experience in drinking.  Rain had to watch himself lest he fall prey to his own vice.  When in the wee hours of the morn he had dimly succeeded in his venture—he diddled with her mind (instead of her dried up cunt) and put thoughts into her ancient noggin that Rain HAD taken her to bed AND had boned her.
	It was a good fuck.  A fuck that would last for a good long while in her memory.  Rain was pleased with that and even kissed the old gal (on the forehead) and left her peacefully in her room passed out on her bed (clothed.)  Rain toddled off to his own room down the street from the ritzy joint Yvonne was booked at and crashed until the knock on the door a little after noon o’clock.
	Kellie stood at the door.
	“Hi.”
	Rain looked at her, she had been busy with family, police, her own thoughts, annulment at the court.  Rain pulled her in, they embraced and deeply kissed.  Nothing was said—what could be said?  They fell onto the bed and remained embraced just holding one another—mostly it was Rain holding Kellie and Kellie snuggling into Rain.

	Barbara Nicetwatt’s only indiscretion was a fling with her husband’s best friend.  At a cabin by a lake in mid-summer on a weekend outing, Barbara’s husband had to suddenly go back to work for a mandatory meeting and vote on some proposal.  While he was gone, Barbara and Chuck fucked.  They fucked hard—long and hard.  The bed, the floor, kitchen table.

	And truth be known—Barb’s hubby didn’t just go back down the mountain to work—he went to bang the best friend’s wife who didn’t join in on the weekend outing.  Other than that, Barbara was the quintessential American mother raising a family and being a loving wife.  
	She didn’t take “up the ass.”
	She didn’t give head, either.
	She had torrid thoughts about teenage boys; some as young as fourteen!  She couldn’t imagine participating in an orgy.  There were no stray thoughts of sexual encounters with another woman.  
	Rain was disappointed but not surprised.  Not all women had sexual depravity raging thru them or deep-dark secrets.  Rain only probed her mind lightly and didn’t delve too deeply; there wasn’t time for one—there was only time enough to quell her mind enough to get her to his motel room (and a diff motel room than the one he currently shared with his new love, Kellie!)
	In the new motel room (at a new motel) Rain got Barbara Nicetwatt naked.  She undressed herself partly but confusion interrupted the rest of her undressing so Rain helped out.  Not wanting to tax the EMAD too much he had to be careful and keep a monitoring eye on the Device’s readouts.  Then,
	“Ok, Super Mom, time to get kinky.”  or learn how.
	Once naked, Barbara wasn’t too bad; her muffin was neatly trimmed, she wore (had worn) regular type panties—green in color with yellow dainty flowers all over them.  No tattoos.  No surprise.  Ample titties in the 32C class.  She smelled good, had a pleasant face, and never had sucked a cock in her life!
	Rain changed that.  Standing naked before her he had the Mother of the Year on her knees servicing his cock like she knew how—and she KNEW how but just never had done so.
	And she was pretty good.
	Rain taught her how to grip his dick, squeeze the member and devour it wholly.  She was taught how to clutch the nuggets, caress the ass, and all manners of pleasing the skin flute.
	She never made a face until the squirt.  The cum off blasted hot cum into her mouth almost filling it instantly.  Barbara grimaced and choked, nearly gagged, and definitely retched.  The readouts on the EMAD showed she was wavering but still controllable.
	After the grossness of sucking cock and getting a mouthful of jiz had come and gone—Rain face fucked her and got her to suckle his balls.  Then it was onto the bed for more “indescreations.”

*

Come Stay Play Hey!
(and come some more!)
	Veronica Breezeway had come to Northvalley with a small bankroll; she was leaving Northvalley with an even smaller bankroll.  At one point she had been up a sizeable lot—but greed overwhelmed her and she began taking risky bets or betting more than she should have on cards she thought were absolute winners.
	Things were not as they appeared to be with Veronica; the status she had in her home city was almost a ruse.  Hubby was not doing as well as proclaimed and was being investigated by securities authorities for his behavior in the stock market.  Barbara had a gambling problem overwhelmed by her spending problem.  Every credit card she had was maxed out.  There was impeccable credit—mainly due to the maxed credit.  Sometimes she paid cash; sometimes she was selling items from the home; and on and on.  The household’s finances were spiraling down that great grand staircase of their three-story home in a private-secluded section of their prosperous city.
	Unlike Yvonne, Veronica had slept around.  Rain could find no serious indiscretions hardly at all!  She was a flirt—but mostly that was a “kiss-ass” flirt to gain financial as well as political status.  There was no “going to bed” with anyone other than her husband, though.  Prior to marriage she had no sexual improprieties there, either.
	Like Barbara, though—she didn’t take it in the ass or give oral pleasure.  Rain did find that as a teenage she had a girlfriend—a close girlfriend where they experimented sexually with one another, smoked pot, drank booze, and pounded their pussies together!  Imagine!
	Like Barbara, Rain took her to his second motel and got her to undress for him.  Barbara had been good giving him head; Veronica did likewise but unlike Barbara—when the cum flowed she didn’t make a face or grimace or anything of the like.  His cum spewed hotly into her mouth coating her throat and she took it sucking all the harder!  Amazing!
	On the bed and Rain licked out her pussy.  She got sex from hubby “now and then”.  She didn’t, however, particularly crave sex; she replaced her need for sex with her need for jewelry, fine art, finer furniture, social status.  Barbara’s snatch box had been neatly trimmed; Veronica’s poon was completely hairless!  Wow!

	Barbara didn’t exhibited a lot of  signs of enjoyment as Rain went down on her.  She flailed a bit, thrashed some, bucked some—but mostly it was like munching the twat of someone who was dead!  After a few minutes and he was stiff enough again he came up and drove his hot prick into the near lifeless woman and banged away steadily for several minutes.
	The only sign of life from Barbara Nicetwatt was her stiff nipples and glossy eyes.  Her pussy was at least satisfying and Rain fucked it well until delivering a nice umph.  The release was sensational and dramatically drained him right off.  He got an unwanted headache and ear ringing.  Barbara lay in a swath of sweat heaving some and virtually completely mindless.
	Veronica gave more life to Rain’s doing; she bucked his face to the point of “fucking” his face.  She twisted her body, tweaked her own nipples, groaned and called out his name!  Called out his name!  She was fantasizing about him without knowing it!  Shazam!
	Rain didn’t think it could be any better—from eating out the woman’s pussy, but then he stuffed that Breezeway cunt and was in for quite a ride.  Surprisingly the deep-in-debt-socialite was a little dynamo in the sack!  Her pussy yearned for dick—it was the rest of her that yearned for money.
	He had fucked Kellie earlier in the day—fucked her to sleep!  Then it was to the casino for a visit to the cashier’s booth, a slot machine, and a card table before latching onto the aforementioned Barbara and Veronica.  His cock was worn out by the time it was pumping away in Veronica.  An all too familiar feeling.  But he was determined to get off and get off well.
	A goodly cum blast in Barbara’s mouth had taken his cock several minutes to recover.  He had munched out her pussy until he was stiff again but it was a full five minutes before unleashing his next cum blast.  There just was no more energy.  He lay on the woman for a few minutes, playing with her titties, fingering her pussy, letting time do its thing for his cock.
	Half an hour later and after turning the soccer mom, mother of three, over and spanking her he got sufficient wood to begin a reaming of her asshole.  His cock wasn’t strong enough, though, to breech the virgin rim so a fingering had to begin before finding of all things—a candle!  A small diameter candlestick was in the drawer of the nightstand between the two full sized beds.  After lubing the candle up with Barb’s pussy juices a careful insertion began in her hole.
	More time was needed—the backdoor of Barbara Nicetwatt hadn’t ever been breached.  Rain had his work cut out for him but he had others things to do that day.  The previously unfucked asshole needed lots of reaming to make adequate penetration of his steaming/aching cock.

	After ass reaming the hole for thirty minutes or so, Rain’s cock was finally hard enough to make the journey.  It was still a tight fit and that was ok—but his cock ached more than ever and there was displeasure mixed in with the pleasure.  But it was a personal pursuit of his; the pursuit of filling a woman’s three holes.
	An hour after going for the rear entrance he finally came.  That included the few minutes of butt plunging using the candle.  Then a bit of rest before taking the woman to the shower for some needed revitalization.  No sex, just a rinse and then dressing.
	The cum blast into Veronica’s mouth had been fantastic.  His cock, however, was in extreme displeasure if not agony.  It was the penalty for his illicit shenanigans so he dealt with it and after eating her pussy out drove his prick into her cunny and fucked her hard for over five minutes!
	He came but it was a “bit full.”  A small amount of jiz managed to squirt and that was all there was.  And it was just that—a fuck.  There was nothing more than just shoving his meat stick into her and pumping to achieve the orgasm.  No love, no enduring endearing lust—just fucking to fuck.
	Afterwards, there simply was no way he could get hard enough to breach HER virgin hole—candle of no.  He did roll the woman over, spank her, finger the unfucked backdoor, but there was simply no strength in pursuing his personal goal.
	He would have to wait.
	A shower helped—then a nice nap.

	A nice dinner with a refreshed Kellie, a show at the dinner theatre, then back to the poker table—after a visit to his cashier’s booth.  He figured in the couple of days he had been there—visiting, he had absconded away with about ten grand.  He wondered casually when they were going to get wise.  He wasn’t being greedy and taking ALL the stacks at once—that was sure to get noticed.  Just a stack or two now and then.
	But even that was bound to get noticed.
	Although his body refreshed, upon awakening, Kellie wanted to “fool around” and found her new love a little less than enthused.  Instead, he wanted to cuddle!  Well, that was nice, too.  A nice shower together helped and he buggered the girl while IN the shower.  But not much hanky-panky happened in the motel room and Kellie was ok with that—she DID want to get laid—and often, but it wasn’t necessary.

	Rain’s mood was distracted.  After a visit to the casino bathroom he made straightaway to the cash booth he had been frequenting.  Some perception of doom preempted his flagrant pursuit.  On his way to the booth he got a sudden case of the willies; the hairs on the nape of his neck stood out and a feeling of ill-will consumed him.
	With coin in his pocket he plunked them somewhat nervously into the nearest machine—not realizing the denomination and the coins were dropped into the change bucket one-two-three several times before his eyes focused on the information regarding what coins were needed.  Off to one side of him he saw two Suits; nearby were three casino police.  This was not a good sign.
	The machine ate up his coins and he didn’t have any more.  He hated carrying coins or keys in his pockets.  He had some greenbacks, though.  Some Hamilitons and Benjamins.  He stuffed a Benny into the slot and continued play surreptitiously seeing who else was surrounding and thusly guarding the cashier cage.
	Some patrons came to the cashier—none of those aforementioned “guards” made a move.  Rain cashed out the machine and moved two machines over—and closer to the desired cash cow.  The closest Suit shifted his weight, moved his hand under his blue blazer and made Rain very nervous.  He was marked.  The jig was up and he had been made.
	Well fuck shit sorry sonofabitch!
	‘how we gonna get out of this one, rabbit!?’
	His minding device was on his dress belt ready-for-use.

	If he lingered at the machines and/or acted nonchalant—would the Suits and police care?  Would they finally have to make their move?  Rain had filtered all the monies he had acquired, either sending them recycled thru the machines or at the poker table.
	He thought of testing his luck and therefore fate by marching up to the cash booth; when he turned and faced the cash booth two officers took two steps towards him.  From the corner of his left eye he saw one of the Suits have a fit and the two officers backed off.  Rain’s heart was beating.  He knew where he was in relation to the main doors and where the side exit was, but where he was currently he was no where near those doors.
	He faced a $1 machine and stuffed another Benny into it and settled down for the duration.  He was one machine from the open floor and the open space before the centralized cashier’s station.  He was fucked.  Did the security cameras have him taking the stacks?  His mind raced trying to figure up a plan—an excuse.

	He knew that the camera could zero in on his hands and see what chips and their denomination he was turning in in exchange for currency.  He could fake not knowing that what he was getting in return was not right; he could fake that he didn’t pay attention and was in a hurry to get back to the game and assumed that the money slid to him was correct and that the cashier knew what she was doing.
	The cashier.
	Rain trained his left eye on the woman he bobbed about the small cage that had a small stair into the booth.  There was something not right about her.  She wasn’t the same pudgy Mexican or the tall African-American woman he had been dealing with recently.  This was a white woman, short sassy blond hair, and what looked like an ill-fitting shirt.  Hmmm
	“Drink, sir?” the woman who pushed the drink server cart around startled him.  He turned and got a simple soda from her—and stared at her chest.  Not that it was sexual in nature—but the dangling identification card around her neck.
	Rain checked the blond haired woman in the booth—she had no such ID around her neck.  She didn’t work here—she was a cop!
	‘FUCK SHIT SHIT SHIT!’

	As panic began to besiege him—who should happen by but Yvonne.
	“Fancy meeting you here!” she said smiling and reeking of perfume.
	A bit of chit-chat and then on the sly, Rain slipped her his minding device.  He felt a little relief, he was in enough trouble without being caught with one of those things on him.  Yvonne toddled on, wavering a little in her step and made for the lounge.  Rain sighed and tried to keep attentive on playing the slot machine he sat before.
	The Suits looked anxious, the security/police looked bored.  
	Three hundred dollars into the $1 machine and there was one hundred dollars profit.  It had taken two hours to do it.  Rain nursed the machine as much as he nursed his drink which went from plain soda to simple beer.  
	Then it was time to make that little visit to the Mens Room.  His move from the machine got the Suits and security guards’ attention—they straightened up and made with the shifting hands to their weapons.  Rain felt lead weights on his feet but somehow managed to move thru the throng of peoples to the bathroom.
	After peeing a gusher load he checked the one window—it was too small and up too high—plus it was on of those with wires embedded in it and didn’t open but was set into the sill.  After washing his hands he moved to the exit finding a Suit standing in the small corner area.

	Rain moved passed the man then on to one of the “other” cashier booths, cashed in his buckets of dollar coins—and nothing more (he didn’t have the minding device) then moved on to the bar.  He lost sight of the Suits (Feds) and security.  Then,
	He had two, maybe three sips of his Tom Collins when a voracious ruckus roared thru the din of the casino.
	“What the fuck?”
	Rain scurried towards the center of the ruckus and found the cause,
	Yvonne.
	Suits had surrounded the aged Hollywood actress with a casino cop “frisking” her.  She was yelling and kicking and raising quite the fuss.
	The EMAD.
	“Shit piss fuck motherfucker!” surely the Device would be found and she would be arrested—as an accomplice.  The Suits would undoubtedly nab Rain as the owner/user of the gadget—but first, they had to calm down the old woman they were frisking.
	A large crowd had gathered with Yvonne yelling “I’ve been felt up by better men than you, sonny!” The crowd roared and Yvonne cold cocked one of the officers sending him barreling into one of his fellow officers and over a table they went.
	Chaos erupted thereafter.  Rain saw that as his cue and raced in, shoving a couple of men into one of the Suits.  Can we say bar fight?  Thought you could.
	Rain grabbed Yvonne—who was in the throws of slinging and slugging, fished his EMAD out of her purse and tucked it under a lounge seat then pulled the feisty woman out of the fray.  A Suit faced them and he was pissed.  Yvonne was a mad woman who flailed and kicked like a typical woman in one of those Hollywood scenes.
	It took a while to sort out.
	When calm finally came out—along with extra security as well as the Northvalley police who didn’t have jurisdiction in an Indian casino but were there to help restore order and peace, Yvonne handed over her purse—after firstly slinging it upside the head of the Suit who requested it.
	No minding device was found.
	And as Yvonne was wearing a tight blue dress outfit—there was no obvious place to conceal a minding device.  Rain submitted to a pat down himself to satiate the Suits.  Nothing was found.  There was no search of the immediate area.  An investigation came with Yvonne furiously pissed off and not in a good mood to participate in any investigation.  She began to spout about her rights, her lawyer, freedom bla-bla-bla.

	“Either charge her with something or go fuck yourself.” Rain declared.  The Suits eyed Rain and seethed contempt.  But they had nothing on him.  Rain later found his motel room had also been searched as well as his pick-up.  Kellie had been picked up and questioned, too.
	Fiasco.  Plain and simple—fiasco.
	No apologies from the Suits but the management apologized and offered Rain a free trip to the buffet, some chips, a lounge show, etc.  Rain empathically told them to go shove it—deep!  It was tough on Kellie who was already on frayed fringes with the happening of her hubby.  And coupled with that—the local police were damn curious about the coincidence.
	Rain knew he was marked.  The Suits had “disappeared” but he knew he was still being watched.  Every fiber of his being was on fire.  Kellie didn’t know what to think and Rain had a diff time trying to explain—he whitewashed most of it claiming something like the Feds thought he and Yvonne were cheating at the poker tables.
	Kellie bought it.
	Yvonne and Rain hooked up later on—in a different casino down the block.  She was still pissed—and then some!  She fumed and reeked not only perfume but rage.
	“The gall of them ball-less bastards!”
	“Haven’t been felt up like that since Floyd Ballsitch felt you up in Misery’s Child!”
	Yvonne nearly choked on her Long Island Iced Tea.
	It took a long while for the old Hollywood dame to calm down.
	“By far, Rain, this has been a hoot!” It was the bestest time the old gal had had in a long-long time.
	That night in her room, around 2AM, the old Hollywood B-star died in her sleep.  No fanfare, no applause; death was the final director.  Cut, print it, put it in the can.

	To say the least and Rain was in a dry mood.  Kellie was still put off by the Feds and police.  She was frazzled and torn between going home and hanging with her new love.  It was a safe bet that the Feds knew where Rain lived—1060 West Addison Street, Chicago.  (that’s Wrigley Field btw)
	Rain thought it was cute.
	But still, his crappy oh-so crappy truck wasn’t too hard to miss; it didn’t blend well into the scenery and could easily be spotted.  This wasn’t turning out well at all.

	At a non-Indian casino WAY down at the end of town, small and not well popular only with the locals, Rain settled in making security checks.  He saw no Suits but there were the in-house security guards.  Kellie said she needed some “time”; time to herself and bla-bla-bla.  It infuriated Rain but that was a woman for ya; and, too, he understood.  Whiz into town, get hitched, win some, lose some, find out hubby has a gay encounter gone wrong, get mixed up with a handsome man with a crappy truck, then get into a fracas with the FBI and local police!  It was a bit much.
	So he sat at the table with only three other players and brooded.
	First Hand--Straight.  Pot take--$1,500.
	Second Hand--Full House.  Pot take--$1,000.
	Third Hand—fold.
	Fourth Hand—Two Pair.  Pot take--$2,000.
	Next two hands, well, he paid homage to the Poker God.  Abudantia & Copia, Roman lesser gods came to mind.  The lesser Roman god, Furina and Laverna, might be more appropriate to the ill like of Rain.  
	On the tenth hand—a Flush.  The pot take--$8,500.  Rain had bluffed the single player he had been up against for thirty minutes.  Afterwards, time for a drink.
	He had thought with the EMAD he would have—
	“FUCK!” the EMAD!  He forgot about it.