August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Forty-Six
Attitude is not about whether the glass is half full or half empty; it’s about who is paying for the next round

The optimist says the glass is half full
	It was raining by the time the old (but with new parts) yellow truck rolled up to the rustic cabin.  Hunter Liggy was confused but willing to submit and participate in the shenanigans Rain and Cliff were up to.  Cliff lived alone and had no one to answer to, tomorrow was an “off” day and he wasn’t required to be on the lot for two more days.  Hunter, of course, had a family who may or may not notice him being missing.
	Once inside it was busy time getting the two fireplaces going to take the chill and mustiness out of the air.  Hunter held the sleepy headed Charlotte while her mother remained in the van until everything was set.
	Not much of conversation took place during the long drive from the city to the cabin.  Rain merely tapped Hunter lightly equipping his mind to handle the situation and prepping so as he would be more accepting rather than being nervous and antsy.
	Charlotte’s Mom, Karla Jane, was tapped at the park but tapped a little more during the long drive.  Once in the cabin, Rain needed a little break.  He took the bedroom and crashed deeply; Cliff managed Charlotte and her mindless mother.  Hunter was a “willing” participant.
	When Rain awoke some hours later—the rain had stopped and it was daylight.  Still cloudy and unseasonably cool.  In the front room and there was Cliff Rhichards snuggled under some covers with little Charlotte.  Hunter sat before the fire poking and prodding it; under a mound of covers lay Karla—naked.
	Rain smiled and warmed himself at the fire, found fresh made coffee, and woke up.  Cliff eventually arose, carrying the little girl—also naked.  A little embarrassed was Cliff to prance about in the nude with a near stranger like Rain, but that didn’t last long; as soon as Rain had “woken” up, he stretched, farted, then stepped outside for fresh air.  A security sweep then he was back inside taking dibs on Charlotte’s mother.

	Cliff was enamored with little Charlotte—but then, any little girl under ten would suffice.  Charlotte was only mindful of the stuffed toy animals; a lion, bear, tiger, penguin.  The little tyke was completely oblivious to the fact that a 6’3” black man was fondling her!
	Rain firstly stepped up to Karla Jane, looked her over then stripped off his own clothing.  That made Cliff feel better and less embarrassed.  Hunter stood and also undressed.  The boy was lily white!  Not very muscular, either, but he had a nice face underneath a bowl shaped haircut.
	While Rain face fucked Karla, Cliff continued his antics with Charlotte.  “She wet the bed.” he told Rain.  Like Rain, Cliff would prefer to see the girl standing up to pee.  He found that the whammy Rain had put on the girl worked really well—Cliff was able to finger the girl to his heart’s delight and content!
	‘take her in the ass.’ Rain minded to Hunter.
	Hunter blinked his eyes, fondled his dick and balls, then moved into position behind Karla.  He had never-ever fucked anything before—just his hand and his bed.
	‘your brothers—they fuck you in the ass?’
	“Yes.” he answered aloud.  He also had to give them head once in awhile.  The boys beat on him and farted on him but mostly reamed him in the ass—a lot.
	As Rain got going in Karla’s mouth and Hunter got slowly going up the woman’s ass, Cliff began his work on Charlotte.  For Hunter, his enthusiasm came from watch Cliff work on Charlotte—as well as Karla sucking on Rain.  The boy’s cock was mostly hard and he rubbed it firstly all over the woman’s ass.  Peering at her furry young pussy got him all the way hard and into her asshole he went.
	Meanwhile,
	Cliff rubbed his own average sized cock against the little mindless girl, gouging her innocent pussy and poking her very virgin asshole.  He had no compunction about his misdoings; no second thoughts, no reservations, nothing.  His desire was to cum on her and he did.  His desire was to cum on ALL little girls—and the girls of the television show he worked with—he definitely wanted to cum on them.
	After Rain had gotten his fill of face fucking Karla, he laid her down (with Hunter still in her asshole).  Rain then did enter the woman’s cunt and she was double teamed.
	After cumming all over Charlotte’s pussy, “Granddad” Cliff took a nap (after cleaning up his spunk.)   Charlotte, of course, went with him.  Rain and Hunter finished with Karla then took a walk.

	Rain learned that his brothers sodomized him relentlessly, their parents worked hard and long hours and were oblivious to the goings on in the household.  Hunter sucked their cocks, too.  Rain decided that he would have to do something about that, Hunter was a nice boy; wrote poetry and was a thinker not a spelunker.
	The two merely had walked out to the propane tank stomping in the mud.  Though it had just rained the air only remained cool for a short while then warmed up a little.  It was still the Fall of the year, though, so it didn’t warm up all that much.
	Back in the cabin, Rain directed Hunter to the bathroom and into the shower.  Rain joined him and promptly fucked the boy’s ass.  While drying, the boy (unwittingly) sucked Rain’s cock.
	Back in the living room where it was very warm thanks to both fireplaces blazing, Cliff was up to his shenanigans—spanking little Charlotte.  She had peed again.  His strikes to her bare behind weren’t hard, but enough to make the “sound” and jiggle the baby fat ass.  Hunter stood at the fireplace warming up and watching with an ever increasing hard-on—watching as the black man worked his throbbing hard black cock into the little girl’s mouth.
	Charlotte gripped the black man’s mamba, masturbated it as she “went down” on it.  But at seven years young, Charlotte managed the head and a bit of shaft only.  But that was ok with Cliff.  He fucked the little girl’s mouth but didn’t cum.  When he saw Hunter and his teenage hard-on he motioned for the boy to come over.
	Rain positioned himself behind Karla guiding his cock into her pussy.
	Cliff held Charlotte on his lap, spread the little girl’s legs and Hunter put his teenage dick to the girl’s cunt gliding it up and down poking and gouging until he began to squirt.  He let out a little moan of satisfaction and deposited a gracious quantity of spunk.
	Like riding a horsey, Rain spurred the girl’s mother and she (with Rain in her pussy still) moved on her hands and knees to her daughter’s cum laden cunt and lapped the cunt clean.

	While Rain made lunch, Cliff took his turn with Karla; spanking her firstly then gouging his way into her pussy for a long lasting fuck.  Hunter found his way to enjoying illicit sexual antics with Charlotte.  Karla was mindless—very.  She stared at Hunter and his business with her child, blinked her eyes and seemed to be struggling with trying to comprehend what it was she was seeing—all the while being raped from behind by a tall enamored black man.

	After another night and day of frivolity, time to head back to the city.
	Rain had a plan for Hunter’s brothers.
	Cliff very muchly wanted to be involved in whatever else shenanigans Rain would be involved in.  Rain reassured him indicating that something would have to be done with those he worked with.  Cliff was pleased to hear that.
	The EMAD was getting quite a work out—and more was to come.
	At the Liggy household, the workout began.  As it happened, no one—no one missed the missing Hunter.  The parental units were home and it was assumed Hunter was “in the house” somewhere or at a poetry reading symposium.  The abusive brothers were home wrapped up in sports and girlfriends with little to no thought to their younger brother.
	Rain was almost playing it by ear with his “plan” of retribution.  But as it happened:  Hunter was found (by police) in the family basement, naked.  He was tied up securely with hands bound tightly before him with a rope from his hands to around his neck then under his arms; the rope then was secured outward to sewer pipes.  Brotherly love cream was found in the boy’s ass and on his balls.
	Nearby and the mother of Hunter was found splayed out, naked, and tied securely in a spread eagle configuration—oldest son’s cum on her freshly shaven cunt, on her breasts, and face.
	The oldest brother was found on top of his mother, a large candlestick jammed DEEP into his asshole.  Denise Liggy had apparently managed to get free a hand and grab a handy-dandy brick and smash it upside her son’s head.
	Upstairs and there was Donald Liggy with missing Karla Gendover.  Karla was all tied up laying on top of the naked Donald, his cum and his sons’ cum all over the woman with a middle son IN the woman’s asshole.
	In a bedroom police found the other Liggy boy naked with Karla Gendover’s daughter, Charlotte.  The little girl was naked and had been penetrate in all three private places—a candle was in her asshole and the boy was found with his cock going off in her mouth.  More little girl panties were found in the room sealing the fate of the Liggy family.

*

The pessimist says the glass is half empty
	Cliff Rhichards wasn’t the only naughty granddad Rain discovered; while keeping tabs on certain “subjects” and “targets”, from the same public broadcasting studio lot he discovered his next grand-granddad.

	Henry Guynes, sixty-five, was not an actor but worked behind the scenes in various capacities; carpenter, set designer, casting director, set director, writer, and so on.  He was versatile, friendly, easy to get along with, and loved children.  So much so that only recently and did he adopt one.  A girl, she had been ten at the time and was a young actress on the set.  A tragic happenstance happened to her parents with the circumstances coming down to her going to live with Henry.
	Perfect.
	Penny “Punky” was a tomboy, some freckles adorned her sweet face, a little precocious, naïve, and not once ever wore a dress or a skirt.  She wore rainbow patches on her britches in various places (including the crotch!)  Multicolored bandanas about her legs and in her hair and around her neck.  At ten she was mostly flat chested.  At eleven that changed and she announced to her Henry “I’ve got boobs!”
	The girl had boobs and a hot little ass—both of which Henry wanted to play with.  Two friends of Penny’s also tempted Henry, they were actresses, too, but not full time.  The cutest of the two, Ami Krums, did some commercial and promotional work.  Cherie Gobblesum did commercials and was a backup singing voice for commercials.
	As a side business, Henry ran and operated a photography store; he taught photography and did some commercial photography for local businesses.  And so there came a time when a deadbeat customer came thru for Henry—forking up not the thousands of dollars owed to him but an EMAD.
	At first, though, Henry wanted nothing to do with the mind altering device; they were illegal, police were managing to find them way too easily, they were illicit, immoral…
	And on second thought…
	In a modest downtown apartment, ground floor, with small community backyard, Henry Guynes enabled the illicit and immoral electronic mind altering device.  For a week after acquisition he had been “fooling around” getting the gist of how the damn thing worked.  His first “try” was not with Penny but with her close friend, Cheri.  He would have preferred the near neon white Ami Krums—she was angelic, golden girl, beautiful eyes, hair, and a bit of a snob ‘cause she came from almost well-to-do family.
	Cheri Gobblesum was black; she wore simple clothes but had a family with a good income, too.  Cheri just didn’t flaunt it—nor did her parents who worked way-way too much so Cheri often was at Henry and Penny’s apartment anyways.

	Anyways,
	Penny and Ami were elsewhere and Cheri was coming home alone—until meeting up with Henry in the elevator.
	“Why don’t you come over,” Henry said almost nervously, “Penny will be home soon.” No she wouldn’t, she and Ami were on an outing with some other girls doing something that would take hours.
	Cheri was elated, she liked Henry, everyone liked Henry; he was a nice man and the least likely person to commit a crime.  He was a “good person” and completely trustworthy.  Well…
	In his apartment he firstly got some wonderful lemonade and cookies, general chit-chat, then Henry made himself scarce (on the pretense of using the little boy’s room down the hall (bathroom to you blokes not in the know)).  Cheri sat on a barstool at the bar to the kitchen munching cookies and slurping lemonade—and farting, completely unawares of any pending illicitness.
	She was a pretty girl, it made no difference to Henry that she was black; for a black girl, she was pretty.  She remembered her lines and the lines of other cast members, too!  She usually dressed pretty smartly but not outlandishly.  A scarf was her usual accent, around her neck or about her head in some fashion.  Not much into jewelry, she liked lip gloss, and small dainty earrings.
	Dark jeans she wore that particular visit; a light multicolored blouse; deck shoes, no socks.  Henry hid just out of sight in the one hallway wondering about Range—would the EMAD he had have enough range to effectively affect Target?
	Only one way to find out.
	A week he had spent deciphering the mysterious workings of the minding gadget; he learned how to turn it on was his biggest achievement.  Understanding the various dials and readouts was something else but with a little time he figured it out.  He hoped.
	Pressing the appropriate buttons the Device came to life.
	The Target reared her head back, shook her head, then cocked her head.  Henry wasn’t sure if that was supposed to happen or not.  He waited and saw on a sidebar menu access a long list of subcommands to send to the Subject:  stand up  sit down  walk forward  turn right/left  raise hand  bend over  nod head and so on.  There, too, was a communication access that the User of the EMAD could use to send verbal commands.
	Henry firstly chose the “stand up” command.

	His breath was held with amazement as the young girl eased off of the barstool and stood beside it.  Nervously, Henry licked his lips, adjusted his growing 65-year old boner, and eased himself into the living room.  Cheri remained motionless.
	That was a good sign,
	For no other reason than “just because” he select the subcommand “undo pants.”  It was a test.  There was a brief understanding of the readouts, the brain wave patterns and wavering lines, the other various indicators indicating something or other.
	To his surprise—the eleven year old girl undone her black jeans.
	Henry let out his breath and stepped closer, moving around a table and coming into direct view of the girl.  She had to see him—she had to!  His cock ached; he sweated and felt a little nauseous.  Then, to further the testing, he wavered his hand before her face.
	Not a thing.  No blinking eyes, no jerking head back, nothing.
	Henry feigned punching her (in the face.)
	Still nada.
	Then he grabbed his crotch.
	He didn’t know what he would do if the girl would suddenly begin freaking out, blinking her eyes and backing up yelling “What the fuck are you doing!?”  But she didn’t and Henry was relieved.
	More relief came as he made the verbal request, “take pants down.”
	Cheri didn’t even hesitate and lowered her pants.
	Basic white panties, bikini style.  Nice.  A nice crotch, hip hugging, tight.  Henry was about to melt.  He loved doing the laundry—Penny’s panties were wondrous!  He had some for his own personal use.  Sure he heard her fart now and then; he saw her in her panties in the apartment and she was ok with that herself.  He wondered if she masturbated.  When she first came to live with him he so wanted to give her a bath!
	Back to Cheri.
	With some apprehension he had the young girl “push panties down.”
	And Cheri Gobblesum did so.

	Just how long he stood there gawking at the girl’s nakedness he didn’t know, but the next thing he knew was he heard the telltale sounds of energetic young girls singing (off key).  Penny and Ami were home—early.
	In a near panic did Henry bolt out of the room before racing back and nervously getting Cheri to pull up her panties and pants.  Then he fled back to the hallway and “released” the girl.  Cheri shook her head and looked as if though she were going to hurl.  She didn’t but it was close.

	And closer still was the opening of the apartment door.
	Penny and Ami charged in singing to the top of their lungs.  Cheri whirled around and joined them, hugging and kissing cheeks and being typical girls.  Henry Guynes more than anything wanted to have all three of those bitches to himself.
	Until then, one at a time would have to do.

The project manager says the glass is twice as big as it needs to be
	Boobs.  Penny had boobs.  She had been so proudful when it seemed like overnite those bodacious tatas suddenly sprouted.  She even SHOWED them WILLINGLY to him—then realized what she had done and got all flustered and embarrassed.  Henry was good, gave her hug and talked about “growing up.”  Penny wasn’t too much into the “growing up” stuff, from what she had seen of the adult world—it wasn’t all that cracked up as to what it was proclaimed to be.
	Some time later and Henry was confident enough to try again.
	The girl had just taken her nightly shower and was in her room brushing her hair, door open.  Perfect.  She wore a powder blue nightgown, kinda sheer, just to mid thigh.  It drove Henry crazy.
	He loved her in her tight jeans, shorts, and tight skin-tight britches al la capris.  But the powder blue nightie—wow!  He lingered a moment outside her bedroom, the girl hummed a song as she busied herself brushing her silky dark hair.  
	‘stand up.’
	Henry blinked his eyes, held his breath, and felt his hard-on increasing in size.  The hard-on increased even moreso when the girl actually stopped her hair brushing and stood up.
	‘raise nightgown.’
	Lo and behold—Penny raised her nightgown up over her waist.  Blue panties she wore and Henry felt a little “moist.”
	The nightgown came all the way off and there she was—just in those matching powder blue panties.  Henry could hardly contain himself and had the girl slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y push the panties down.  It was a personal fetish of Henry’s girls in their underwear then taking them down.
	A perfectly shaped ass.  Perfect.  Penny’s room was decorated in her favorite color—blue, including the lampshade which therefore shone a nice hue onto the girl’s nakedness.
	‘lay down.’
	Henry was melting as Penny backed up to her bed and laid across it.
	There was tiny minute pubes on the girl’s virgin pussy.

	More than anything did Henry want to shove his man stick into her.  He wanted to cum IN her pussy, on her pussy, and then everywhere else—especially her face!  More than anything he wanted to see her suck his dick, too.  Spanking, fingering, watching her pee, everything he could think of and do—more than anything he wanted to do her.
	More than anything he wanted to do the same things to her two friends, too!  That little Ami!  Oh!  He very muchly saw himself fucking that girl’s pussy!  He wanted to see the girls—all three of them, making out.
	After closely examining Penny’s snatch he began licking it.  With no indication from Penny indicating awareness he “got after it” and licked the pussy with some umph.
	The desires were overwhelming—and to satiate some of those immoral desires he “whipped it out” and pressing it against the young girl’s pussy engaged in a hearty and healthy hump.  He knew with a little try he could breach the virgin territory—
	Penny moaned a little but made no other indications indicating awareness.  With trembling hands he went all over the young girl’s body; her sides and ass were a thrill but those young freshly sprouted boobs were a particular joy.  A gusher load of cum spewed from his cock—he beat the hell out of jacking off into her panties!

The realist says the glass contains half the required amount of liquid for it to overflow
	But breeching virgin pussy would afterwards be known.  Henry was sure of that; regardless of tampering with her mind prior, there would be soreness in her cunny region to deal with and try to explain.  But still, it was a thought and a thought that wouldn’t go away.  
	It came down to testing the waters—seeing really just how far he could get away with.  There was, of course, no back up plan should his testing prove him wrong.  
	She was truly a marvel—stark naked.  He loved her personality, she was a joy to be around and everyone loved her.  Henry was finding a new love for her—a new joy.  And once Penny was naked, Henry decided to begin “testing.”
	The first test was to “whip it out” in front of her.  Of course, he had gotten her naked twice before and laid his body on her to hump and then gouge his cock against her pussy followed by spewing spunk.  Never once did the girl awaken or be aware.

	He breathed hard, a headache was coming on, and his mind was in virtual overload.  It just couldn’t be believed—the girl before him was completely oblivious to his naughty shenanigans.  The other time he had gotten her naked he had lightly-lightly spanked her.
	Not a thing from the girl—not a thing.
	It was mind boggling—pure and simple.  A big case of the nerves swarmed within him—it wasn’t secure what he was doing.  He knew Penny’s mind was pretty much “controlled” and apparently made to be unaware of what was happening to her.  But Henry wanted more assurances than that.  Plus he wanted to do more to the girl AND have her be aware!
	But later—later when he had a more definite handle on how the minding device worked.  Until then, testing was the thing.
	When they were alone was the best time, after the evening meal, visitors, socializing, homework, and shower time.  When she was distracted brushing her hair in her room with the door open was the best time.  Henry was just hard pressed to keep his cock from burrowing into her pussy—followed by her mouth and asshole!
	With his hard dick in front of her face he waggled it then pressed it against her face.  Then, with no adverse reaction from Penny he began slowly inching his prong into her mouth.  It was a start.

And the cynic wonders who drank the other half
	The sleepover.
	The thing with girls is along with getting boobs, trendy clothes and hairstyles, the latest music by the latest teen heartthrob, they also liked to “sleepover.”  Ami and Cheri had “slept over” before and Henry had seen those girls in their pajamas.  With the new pending sleepover—Henry was going to see more!  (or less!)
	Politely he waited, though; first the girls had to do their hair and nails.  Then they made popcorn, fudge, marshmallow treats, and listened to the latest boy bands.  Finally, towards the Witching Hour they settled to watch some spooky movies vying to stay up to at least 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning.
	Just as the zombie bunnies of Zombie Island surrounded the last standing robot bunnies,
	‘stand up.’
	And Cheri stood up.  She wore a rose pink nightgown to her knees that was a little revealing of her panties.
	Ami and Penny stood up and Henry sighed.

	Ami wore a two piece pajama outfit, Penny in her typical nightgown.  With extreme caution Henry had the girls remove their night wear and stand for a moment clad merely in their panties.  It was just a few minutes after midnight and Henry was wired with coffee.  The old black and white science fiction show flickered giving a spooky ambience to the living room.  A light turned on in the kitchen helped ease the gloom and Henry continued.
	With Ami closest and at the end of the trio, Henry focused his attention on her first.  Nervously he had her lower her lavender panties.  she did so without hesitation.  Henry fondled himself then faced the young girl.  Penny beside and Cheri on the other end stood absolutely still and lifeless.  That was the part that bothered Henry the most—he would rather see the girls more “lifelike” rather than zombie-like like the zombies on the old 1950s movie.
	But it was a risk to uncover the hidden secretive operation of the EMAD—he feared fouling it up and losing control of the Device and thusly his unnatural desire.  Best not risk it.
	With her panties down he gingerly got the girl to step out of her undies to give the naughty Henry a nice look at her nakedness.  He felt the risk of time was ok and so he let his gaze upon her linger.  A soft young body, she was some months away from being twelve—her breasts had developed nicely and were perfectly round.  Down below, her pussy had a small covering of fine pubes.
	Slowly and with great care he eased the girl onto the sofa, sat her down with her ass right on the edge of the cushion, then parted her legs and gingerly “went down” on her.
	There was a slight hint of pee.  Henry got more enthused and lapped his tongue all about the pre-teen’s cunt, slipping a finger into her funk hole for good measure.  Then, after another long gaze at her nakedness he unleashed his beastly cock and pressed it against her sex.
	There was spurting almost instantaneously.
	The desire to shove his fuck stick into her was great.
	In lieu of dicking her he merely rubbed his cock against her delicate sex and was satisfied with that.  His hands went up alongside her lovely young body, groped her budding breasts; then, he inched himself up—after ditching his clothes, and placed his manhood between those budding breasts.  While he humped he put his hand back to Penny’s ass, rub-rub-rubbed then inched the pinkish panties down to pat (rub) the girl’s ass.
	Cum began to spurt-squirt from his cock onto Ami’s incredibly sweet face.  His humping became intense with his intent on be damned the girl’s awareness and just fuck her!

	After cumming, he wasted no time in positioning Penny on the sofa, getting her panties off, spreading her legs, and ogling her naked sex.  His cum squirter surged and ached; he paid no heed to the ache and went down on his “daughter” and lapped her young pussy happily.

	No amount of humping or desires could get his cock hard enough to cum—again.  But humping was alright—very alright.  His cock gouged nicely into Penny’s poon, poked and poked to the point of slipping the head of his manly cock just into the slit a little bit.  He knew that with just a little effort he could probably sink himself into her.
	But upon awakening afterward she would know.  Most likely.  There would be soreness or something.  It was a risk he couldn’t take.  He felt that the EMAD held a secret that probably maybe would help numb the girl from knowing that her pussy had been breached.  But he feared fucking up the operation of the Device so it was best left alone until he could be sure.
	Cheri Gobblesum got the cum.  After messing with Penny for several minutes he quit and got a refreshment.  After the breather he went to Cheri, stripped her to her skin, then had his way with her—including penetration.  It couldn’t be helped.  His cock was the hardest ever and after much gliding up and down the child’s cunt he began an earnest bout of gouging her slit until slipping inward.
	From inward to IN.
	There was blood but not a lot.  The entire head of his cock was in plus a bit of shaft.  More than anything did he want to shove his dick meat ALL the way into her and fuck her good and proper.  Good and proper.  But what he had had to work and was “ok.”  He pumped and pumped sliding a little bit more dick meat into her sex and then there was a sudden mighty surge of spunk.	
	To say the least he was exhausted.
	Another breather, another drink of beer, then he washed his dick in the bathroom before washing off Cheri’s soiled cunt.  And for no good reason than “just because” he turned Cheri up against the back of the sofa and commenced to spanking her.
	Not a thing happened—from the girl.  The spanks weren’t hard, not even enough to give his hand a sting.  He wanted to do more—more harder spanking but feared that her awareness level would come “aware.”  And that would be bad.

	He spanked Penny and then Ami before humping their young asses, diddling their assholes, fondling their breasts and fingering out their pussies before grinding against their sex one more time before cleaning them and dressing them.  The movie they had been watching was nearly over; Henry left the room and “released” the girls back to the way they had last been.
	Their were head shakes and even some retchings, Ami ran for the hall bathroom to hurl nearly bumping into Henry standing there.  As the girl retched into the toilet Henry stood behind her holding her sides—his sore aching cock pressed right up against her ass!
	The other girls didn’t get sick (and Ami didn’t either; she just retched).  Henry left them—but surreptitiously watched them.  They watched the rest of the movie and part of another before dropping off on the sofa going to sleep.  Henry took a shower and jerked off.  His desire to fuck the girls increasing exponentially with each passing minute.

The school teacher says it’s not about whether the glass is half empty or half full; it’s whether there is something in the glass at all
	At an Italian café sitting out doors on the sidewalk, Rain Frisco sipped his coffee giving his thoughts a carefree whirl.  He read the paper and was only vaguely aware of his surroundings; to the left of him back by the brick wall of the restaurant was a businessman who was a multitasker—reading paper, sipping coffee, testing, and conversing with a hot dame in a short black knit skirt at the table with him.  She, too, multitasked the same way and Rain wanted to see her “multitask” on his cock!  
	To the left against the short green wrought iron fence between himself and the multitasking businesspeople was an old man; he wore a gray cap, dressed in a Suit complete with vest and kerchief.  He read the paper and sipped his coffee, too, and was alone.
	Other patrons were about, young peoples occupied space at a corner and they were loud with their laughter.  An senior sat between them and Rain, reading paper, sipping coffee.
	In the shadow of the restaurant’s overhanging canopy was a young woman breast feeding her newborn while a fidgety 6 year old couldn’t stay seated in her chair.  She bounded out singing a child’s song and raced around to see the infant suckling, then hopped to the newsstand then skipped inside the restaurant before popping back saying “BOO!”
	The little girl naturally got Rain’s attention; she was dressed in a short pretty dress that was a party dress, complete with knee socks and dress shoes.  When she playfully and naively bent over picking up things she knocked over she definitely got Rain’s attention.
	And Rain noted that the gentleman seated near him also was attentive.
	Hmmmm
	‘pick your butt.’
	The little girl reached behind her and “dug”.
	Her mother freaked and slapped her, “Stop that!  We don’t do that in public!”
	“But Mommy, I had to!” wailed the little girl.  Mommy was not concerned with the “had to” but with the “don’t do.”
	In a huff she slumped into her chair with folded arms and a sulled up pretty face.  
	‘put your foot on the chair.’
	Little Kimberly put her foot on the chair; putting her knee up giving Rain and the gentleman near him a nice crotch shot.  She didn’t stay seated long and bounced all around the outdoor area; her Mommy got onto her constantly.  At one point, the Mommy went inside for some reason.  When she came back out a few minutes later—little Kimberly was gone!
	So were Rain and the gentleman seated near him.

	With no compunction—or morals, Grand Granddad Henry Guynes didn’t hold back and laid his hand to Kimberly Anne Shirtoff—her bear ass specifically.  He shuddered and was completely enthralled with his misdoing.  She was a little young, too young, but for a first time to understand the full complexities of Rain Frisco’s minding device it would do.
	Rain Frisco went over Henry’s minding device uncovering its hidden talents.  Henry enjoyed himself with little Kim with the understanding that regardless if there were hidden secrets of his own EMAD, Rain would help him with Penny and the other girls.
	Rain had a van, his truck was nice and being repainted, new windows, floorboard, headboard, dashboard.  A van was the next bestest thing; it was temporary while he “visited” the city.  Heavily tinted windows, carpeting, a curtain separating the cab from the cargo/passenger area, amenities of this and that and a/c, too!
	Very easily had Rain been able to manipulate the little girl having her whisk herself ownself down the sidewalk out from the café.  Henry followed Rain nonchalantly; he got another paper from a box, then stood at the corner going across the street opposite of Rain and the little girl.  The little girl turned (as per instruction) and skipped merrily some feet before Rain who also went as nonchalant as possible.

	Down to the end of the block where there was a sidewalk box café with an old black man shining shoes next to it.  Rain’s van was parked close by, it was the only available parking spot that was close.  Henry had made his way after crossing the street opposite he went on to make a full square street crossing coming down the same block but on the opposite side; then he crossed and got into the van.
	He held his breath all the while Rain drove easily across the river and to a large park parking area.  With the roof mount a/c on the festivities in the passenger area could commence.
	“Let’s have a look at yours.” Rain said.
	Rain looked over Henry’s Device—Henry looked over Kimberly.
	Kimberly was completely oblivious and mindless—not much different than Henry’s own Device.  But what differed from the Devices was Rain was able to operate the little girl to where she was not so “zombie-like.”  Henry liked that.
	He also liked getting her party dress off.
	She was young, actually too young for Henry, but she was a test model; for the purposes of showing how mindless the Subject could be and what could be done.
	“Spank her as hard as you like!” Rain told him.
	And Henry did.
	It gave him wood.
	After a long ogle of the girl’s nakedness, he fingered her, caressed her ass, then laid her across his lap for a hearty spank.  One spank—two spank—three spank—FOUR!  He shuddered and was amazed at how Kimberly’s ass had reddened and she was not throwing a screaming fit!
	A little more spanking then he was fingering and spanking her pussy, too!  That was followed by Rain’s involvement, showing the new friend how deeply depraved HE was…

The professional trainer does not care if the glass is half full or half empty; he just knows that starting the discussion will give him ten minutes to figure out why his powerpoint presentation is not working
	The thing with wee little ones is—there’s not much you can do to them.  Spanking is the big thing, fingering and licking them out, getting off in their mouths, and so on.  Actual penetration to pussy or asshole just wasn’t feasible—oh you could and some degenerative perverts have, even to girls younger than Kim, but Rain and Henry weren’t those kind of degenerative perverts.

	For an hour or so little Kimberly Anne was the object of Rain and Henry’s attention.  She responded well to direct commands and blanked out the abuse of being spanked AND followed the command of “suck.”  But she wasn’t as “lively” as Henry wanted.  That was not the fault of the EMAD but the little girl herself.
	“Every mind is different,” Rain explained, “some minds cant be affected at all; some can be completely overtaken.” Rain went on to explain the nuances of the EMAD—EMADs in general.  Rain figured that he had uncovered 80 percent of his EMAD and used about half of that.
	After dressing little Kimberly she was put out back downtown blocks away from the Italian café.  Two girls lingered outside a bookstore, chatting and being typical teenage girls.  Teenage girls.  One had long-long brown hair, nice chest, fantastic smile, nominal jewelry, and a blue/white checkered shirt with typical jeans.  The other girl had shorter brown hair, green eyes, and in a dress outfit.
	Henry was impressed with how easy Rain manipulated the girls; he showed how the girls were “themselves” but were not in the know of being maneuvered into the van.  They were not aware of what was happening to them and went thru the motions with no hesitation noted.
	“And my personal fav,” Rain said with a smile, “Q&A.”
	‘take it in the ass?’ he minded via EMAD to thirteen year old Elizabeth Kristine.
	“No.” she answered.
	‘virgin?’ by chance.
	“No.”
	‘ever been naughty with someone you shouldn’t?’
	“Yes.”
	She was a babysitter; some of the young boys she was in charge of she naturally engaged sexually with.  She helped them pee and bathe and on the side got them to jam their little wee-wees into her cunny.  One boy just a year younger had she had full out and out sex with.  No siblings.
	Mary Anne Jane was partly into young boys, but not too young, ten and eleven were about it for her.  She actually preferred girls.  Girls as young as nine; she also had entanglements with girls her age and one girl in high school plus another in college!
	Neither girl new about the other’s indiscretions.
	Henry was completely giddy watching as the girls willing gave up their secrets—even more so when the girls undressed without hesitation.  Like Henry, Rain, too, liked to see girls in their undies—then naked.

	On her hands and knees and Henry took Elizabeth from behind.
	Mary Ann serviced Rain and Henry thought of Penny.  Penny, Ami, and Cherie.  As he pumped into the thirteen year old he thought solely of doing same to Penny.  To really lay hands to Ami’s ass got him going and then some.  And the thought of shoving his fuck stick into Penny’s cunt—wow!
	Spanking was a big thing with Henry—Rain Frisco, too.  The girls were brought just to the level of awareness of being “aware” of being spanked.  The twisted their bodies, arched their backs, and clenched along with other emotions typical of being spanked.
	It was a major turn-on for Henry and moments after cumming off in Elizabeth’s pussy he was sufficiently hard enough again to shove himself into her asshole.  He pumped hard—then harder.  While he pumped he spanked and groped and drove his plunger DEEP into the girl’s asshole.
	Meanwhile, Mary Ann straddled Rain taking his cock into her pussy and grinding her breasts into his face.  After delivering a massive wad of spunk, he turned the girl around, jammed his fuck stick into her asshole, spread her legs over his legs, and beckoned Elizabeth to come hither.
	Henry kept pumping her hole and watched in awe as the girl lapped up the freshly spilled man spunk.  He delivered his own spunk a minute or so later—of which the girl was turned around and Mary Ann licked the gooied hole clean.

The haggard mother of a incessantly persistent demanding five-year-old says “Sweetheart, it’s whatever you want it to be, just please let Mommy have five minutes peace and quiet.”
	Two weeks later and…
	Penny “Punky” Spreadsom-Guynes was having another sleepover.  Present were best friends Ami and Cherie—and a friend of Henry’s, Rain Frisco.  Henry and Rain played poker, the girls did girl things in Penny’s room then came out to pester the men.
	The men didn’t mind and with Penny on Henry’s lap—and Cheri on Rain’s lap, they engaged in a friendly game of poker with the girls learning math and earning some money, too!
	Later on that night, of course, the girls stood shoulder to shoulder while the spooky 1950s B-movie, Night of the Robot Bunny Zombies flickered on the TV set.

	Once more and was Henry awed as one by one the girls stripped off their pajamas and stood mindlessly in their underwear, no bra.  Rain had uncovered some hidden talents of Henry’s EMAD enabling him to use nifty techniques Rain was used to—bringing the Subject to a state of awareness but also to a level whereas that awareness was controllable.  Then, the topper, being able to erase the memory of whatever offense had been committed against them.
	Gently, Rain took Penny aside, bent her over the overstuffed arm of the sofa, and walloped her young tender ass the sound repercussion set off the sound activated light in a curio cabinet.  Henry was awed—but thrilled, too.  Rain let fly another swat and Penny began to get antsy.  She tried protecting her ass, shed some tears, and clenched up all over.  Rain caressed her ass, fingered her hole, then stepped aside taking Ami while Henry took over with Penny.
	Spanking.  Spanking-spanking-spanking and more spanking.  The girls were “aware” but manageable.  After some handy cock-to-asshole grease purchased at any local adult sex shop, Henry Guynes finally made the penetration he had long sought for.
	Rain gouged his cock to Ami’s pussy—gouged-gouged-gouged.  Then he entered her.  Ami’s eyes bulged as the presence of the man’s cock was something to bulge eyes for.  The girl was so pretty!  An angelic face; a fine-fine body, nicely developing boobs, super fine pubes.  Rain’s manhood broke her hymen and delved a little deeper into her sex and got busy with the raping.

	‘you like sucking Henry’s cock.’
	‘you want to go naked in the apartment.’
	‘you want Henry to fuck your butt.’
	‘you like to be spanked.’
	The subliminal messages not only applied to Penny but to her friends, Ami and Cherie, too.  That was the part Henry liked the best and was delighted to find out that his own minding device could make such subconscious suggestions. 
	Rain had free reign to come visit, carte blanche.  Rain took that offer not only to have fun with the girls but as a backup hole to hide in should it be necessary.  He hoped not; he also extended to Henry a visit out to his cabin, “bring the girls,” he said with a smile, “it’ll be fun.”  And how!
	With Ami, Rain had pumped her young eleven year old pussy full of his liquid love.  He had humped her tits and face, got his balls sucked, and then buried his dick to the hilt in her very tight ass.

	With Cheri, it was in the mouth and up the ass.
	With Penny, in the mouth, between her legs, up the ass.
	Henry pumped hard into Penny’s asshole creaming so hard he was useless for up to half an hour thereafter.  Then, more spanking then she began to pee.  She pissed onto the side of the sofa she was against.  Henry also shared a fetish with Rain—watching girls pee standing up.
	Boinking Ami was Henry’s next mode—this after turning her fantastic little dainty white ass bright red.  His cock was sore-sore-sore but he managed to get up into her dirt chute and fuck it until he coated awaiting turds with his cum.
	He took Cheri with him into the shower and after thoroughly cleaning his rod fucked her pussy until he thought he would pass out.  While drying he got her on her knees with her mouth on his tube.  Rain was doinking Penny’s cunt by then.
	A week’s rest was the thing for Rain thereafter.  No fucking of any kind.  He returned to his cabin and hermitized himself for a solid week.  Then he was back to the city for more shenanigans.

The consultant says let’s examine the question, prepare a strategy for an answer, and all for a daily rate of...
	Sometimes and the van just didn’t cut it—but the cabin did.  It was remote, quaint, and remote.  The City was getting on his nerves, he really didn’t care for it much save for some intriguing highlights.  Cliff Rhichards was an “intriguing” highlight; and those he worked with at the public broadcasting studio were even more so.
	Already and he had done a little with Lauren Glutrain.  She was a young actress and Cliff wanted more than anything to have her to himself for some serious hanky and panky.  Another girl from the studio also tickled his fancy; plus some others from other television studios in the city.
	As it happened, Cliff had vacation time.
	One day later and…

	It usually didn’t rain so much in Sucalotta County, it was kind of high desert; though, so cool weather was expected.  But not rain.  So far in the Fall of the year it had rained three inches, two inches more than usual (for the time of the year.)  The little nook cabin nestled against a rock hill did well with two fireplaces.  It was cozy.
	Along with the “extras” Rain and Cliff Rhichards had picked out to accompany them in the cabin, Rain also checked on Darla Sholes—and she joined in on the fray, too.  

	The girl didn’t want to discuss family life—it was hectic and no where near being normal.  She sat quietly in the passenger seat of Rain’s old yellow truck while Cliff operated the van with the “extras.”  It was a long drive with Darla sighing deeply saying “Sorry I’m not so talkative.”
	“Don’t worry about it.” Rain offered.  Family problems persisted dragging her down.  She sighed again, farted, then snuggled with a blanket about her and went to sleep for the duration of the drive.
	At the cabin the first of firsts was getting the fireplaces going.
	The “extras”; five of them, filed in and were settled in while the cabin warmed.  Lauren Glutrain was still cute—maybe even cuter! Those baby fat cheeks, incredible blue eyes, small teeth and genuine smile made her very cute.  Nellie Zitmor, also nine years young, had shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and very skinny legs.  Zena Peeum was a year older, raven dark hair, green eyes, a little taller than the others, long limbs, tight pants.  Nora Jackit was also ten and had a nice set of nobbies.
	Davy Kone was the lone boy and he was a cutey at ten years young almost eleven (in four months).
	Cliff was beside himself, a dream cum true!  Sure, he would also like some girls Darla’s age, even one to two years older; he mentioned some cheerleaders from a junior high that gave him a reason to live.  Rain made a mental note then got busy with the group.
	Little Lauren still held Cliff’s attention—among other things.  Rain slowly worked on the girl, all of the girls (and lone boy) one at a time “fixing” their minds.  The desire was to still have them be themselves coupled with accepting and following commands of Rain and Cliff.  It did take a little doing rewiring them and it was very taxing on Rain and equipment.  When he finished with the lone boy, Davy Kone, he and Darla retired to the lone bedroom where they went to bed leaving Grand Granddad Cliff to tend to the children.
	First up was to have the children drink—water, juice, soda.  Then wait.  Popcorn was made, the children, still clothed, sang songs and made merry unaware of the fact that they had been kidnapped (and unaware, too, of the pending doom…)
	Finally, it was Zena who had to “go.”  Cliff took her to the bathroom; he would have preferred to take her outdoors but it was raining still.  So in the one bathroom the child was led and there while Cliff sat on the toilet watched her undress.  He called for the others but had them “wait their turn.”  No one was upset or anything at seeing the naked Zena—they took it all in stride.  Rain and his magic box (Device) had worked wonders!

	In the old style porcelain bathtub the young Zena stood, legs spread, peeing.  Grand Granddad Cliff caressed her ass and marveled as she peed standing up.  Long had he wanted to have her to himself, as much as little Lauren.  After she peed he wiped her pussy then had her stand outside the tub while Nellie stripped off her clothes.
	Cliff didn’t know how much more he could take before he stripped off his own clothes but wanted to see the group undressed first.  Nellie tooted as she peed, a pretty girl—very pretty especially when naked!  She had a nice common face, silky hair, and despite those long arms and legs she wasn’t gorky-dorky.
	After her long pee, Nora needed to go and actually already had done so soiling her panties mostly as Nora was the only girl in a dress.  Nora was the only girl of the group to have sufficient boobage.  Cliff fondled them and had a hard-on hard enough to hunt with.  He imagined jerking off onto the girl’s bobbies then seeing one of the other girls suck them clean while he positioned himself behind that girl and fucked her!
	His cock was about ready to blow off.
	Lauren finally came to be; it was lustful love—or something like that.  Nora, Zena, Nellie, sure they were good looking kids naked.  But Lauren, there was just something about that girl!  While she peed, Cliff couldn’t hold back any longer and stripped off his own clothes (and had little Davy do same.)
	Little Davy had wood.  He was grinning ear to ear, blushing, and a lot of himself and very aware of what was going on.  He got into the bathtub and peed, too—but with a stiffy it was a little difficult.  The girls all watched and they, like him, were giddy, giggling, blushing, and so on.
	Cliff was just amazed at how the kids all were behaving—they were themselves but had mind blocks and rewire disabling the truth.  Amazing!  He brought Lauren to him as he sat on the toilet, caressed her sides, then her butt before hugging her and then planting a kiss on her.  His cock was seriously hard and easily he got her to handle it.
	There was a slight noticeable look on the girl’s face—concern or awareness that what she was doing was not right.  It was brief whatever it was and the girl placed both her young hands about the black man’s cock and pleased him.
	Then it was Nellie’s turn, followed by Zena and then Nora.
	Cliff even had abnormal feelings for Davy and had the boy do likewise as the girls had.  Cliff also squeezed the boy, patted his bare butt, and fondled his little tweeny dick.

	Across his lap he placed Lauren.  A little smack, a little spank, nothing too hard but enough to jiggle the ass.  Another smack then he had Davy come forth and had Lauren suck him.  Cliff’s own cock pressed against Lauren’s underside; parting her cheeks a little he ogled her pert asshole—he knew that his cock was way too big to be breeching that virgin territory.  It would have to be broken in—same with her pussy.  Zena, Nellie, Nora, all of them would have to be “broken in” and it would be Davy who get the honors.
	But first!
	After a little cocksucking, Cliff stood Lauren up, squeezed her, kissed her on the lips and began dragging the head of his cock up and down her little slit.  He planned on doing more than just merely jerking off on it.  He gouged and gouged almost going for it but held off and brought Nellie to lay across his lap—after looking the girl over, hugging her, patting her butt, and having her play with his dick.
	The same went for Nora and then Zena.  Each girl was hugged, kissed, patted, fingered (with throbbing hard cock) and then laid across the man’s lap for spanking and then cock service to a very giddy Davy.
	For Davy, Cliff hugged him, too; followed by toying with his little slicked up pud, spanking him, ten having the girls spank him.  Seemed like the thing to do.  The girls didn’t swat the boy’s ass hard; they all giggled and were still amazing to Cliff that they were all still unaware as to how naughty they were involved.
	Standing up, Cliff stroked his magnificent cock and had Lauren firstly please him.  She used both hands and kissed the head of the man’s mamba before sliding her young lips over the glistening bulbous knob.  Cliff nearly spurted but managed to hold off.
	Zena came nextly and Cliff couldn’t hold off—as the youngster engulfed the head there was a spurt.  Spurt-spurt-spurt.  A gracious quantity of spurt squirted—it was a hell of a relief for Cliff but a gross acceptance to Zena.  The young girl gagged and made an awful face; she retched and spat out the icky goo but otherwise continued to maintain herself.
	Cliff pulled out of her mouth and humped her face.

The inquisitive troublemaker wants to know what’s in the glass anyhow... and wants the rest of it
	One by one the girls came to be hugged, kissed, petted, patted, fingered, and laid across the black granddad’s lap.  Then there was spanking, fingering, and the girl did some dick sucking to Davy.  Thereafter, Davy and his slicked up dick came around to the girl’s opposite end.

	Young Davy was just gloriously out of his mind as he stuffed his prick into Lauren, Nellie, Zena, and Nora’s asshole.  He wasn’t a cummer but a pumper!  And after he had plunged himself into the girls, he himself was laid across the black man’s lap and spanked—each girl also taking their turn.  But not butt plunging—not yet.
	Afterwards, it was back to the living room—singing songs, eating popcorn, and making merry with dancing and typical indoor kiddie games.  There was lunch and then nap time—for Cliff anyways.  He curled up under some covers on the large country sofa just resting.  The kids quieted down and he enjoyed watching them play around (quietly) naked.
	Rain and Darla soon appeared and Cliff soon napped.

The homebuilder sees the dirty glass, washes and dries it, then puts it away in a custom oak and etched glass cabinet that he built himself using only hand tools
	He didn’t consider visiting a gaming casino a habit or even an addiction but rather a hobby.  Playing it cool, being mindful and thinking ahead played a major part in his “hobby.”  He couldn’t just go in full bore without paying attention—that was a security risk.
	Rain decided to “play it cool” and play without enhancements.
	Three rounds in on Texas Hold’em and he was done ten thousand.
	So much for playing it cool.
	Disgruntled, he settled at the bar and played the poker machine embedded into the bar counter.  Tom Collins drinks supplied him with strength and determination—mostly determination, when who should appear but the old B-actress, Yvonne Burgerone!
	Rain got a whiff of her reeking perfume firstly.  She wore some expensive looking old French style blue satin dress with a faux fur wrap.  
	“Hello, deary!” she said wobbling a little.  Pearls, cigarette on a stick, went to school with Moses and knew Noah intimately, and had glassy eyes; she was a pip (and stoned.)
	“I remember you in such films as The Wind Rustlers and Plan Nine Point Two from Somewhere Out in Space!”
	Yvonne giggled, faltered and was grabbed by Rain who steadied her.
	“Can I buy you a drink?” Rain offered.
	“A Lady never turns down a drink!” she said wavering a little, “or anything else!”

	She wasn’t into Martinis, Cosmopolitans and Long Island Iced Teas were her fav—usualy with a shot of something stronger to chase them down.  She bragged about some winnings she had, scoring some compensation from the casino and so on.  Rain fumed a little at his recent losses but took it in stride and let it go.
	Yvonne blabbed on and on about her film life; roles she should have gotten but went to some hot harlot who was flavor of the month; directors and producers (and writers) she had to sleep with to get even a bit part.  
	“Married a writer, a producer, an executive, a camera guy, a stunt actor,--” and a couple more.  Seven years was the longest stint of matrimony, just under a year for the shortest.
	At just a little after midnight and Rain drew the line at consuming any more liquor.  He had two coffees then guided the dame who “Tamed the West” (in 1955) to her room.  He lingered a moment—thought--thought—then tottled off to his own room and passed out.

The worrier frets that the remaining half will evaporate by next morning
	The Burrelwood golf course had proved so interesting the last time it was worthy of another visit.  Early morning so mostly it was old geezers golfing around, parking their wrinkled kiesters in the bar watching horse races and reminiscing about the “good ole days.”  Rain rented some clubs and a cart and moseyed out to the back Nine.
	Being the Fall of the year it was a little cooler than most other times of the year; a squirrel was sighted bustling about the trees that lined the Back Nine, chipmunks raced around collecting what they could find while a lone woodpecker pecked in a nearby cedar.
	While adjusting his score sitting in the golf cart he caught wind of voices—young voices.  He waited and casually and soon enough the “voices” got closer.  There soon arrived a small clutch of young peoples, more fitting to be at a miniature golf course than the one they were currently on.  There were three black families in Burrelwood, this was one of them.  Actually, the girls were of one of the three black families accompanied by the boy of another.
	All happy-go-lucky they were, all young, too.  The oldest was no more than fifteen.  Another girl was approximately thirteen.  The youngest girl was a very pretty eleven year old.  The lone boy was also eleven.  No adults were around and the group was not so serious about their playing golf as just socializing and making merry.

	At one point, the boy had to go pee.  He made this announcement to his best friend, “Rudy”.  She merely shrugged and suggested the trees.  It was a long walk back to the club house to use the facilities there—and they didn’t have a golf cart.
	The eleven year old boy was a handsome fart; trimmed hair, medium dark skin, well dressed in casual pants and medium blue shirt.  No earrings or anything suggesting being a thug or anything less than human.  A good kid.  The other girls, sisters of Rudy, didn’t pay attention and were making practice swings before actually striking the ball.
	‘do you like Rudy?’
	“Yes.” he answered aloud.
	‘have you gotten naughty with her?’
	“No.”
	‘do you want to?’
	The boy’s piss stream had begun but haltered as his thoughts scrambled in his mind.  There was no answer.
	‘would you like to see Rudy naked?’
	The young boy, Kenny Richmond, four months older than Rudy, could hardly respond.  His young pud began to harden and his piss stream went all over the place.  The definitive answer was of course, YES.  A whole heartily YES.  
	Kenny had an older brother who was a chauvinist pig who believed women were second class and were only for to serve their man.  Kenny didn’t quite believe that way but his brother’s misguidance had rubbed off on Kenny nonetheless.
	‘if you could see her naked—would you?’
	‘would you like to have sex with her?’
	‘would you like to fuck her sisters?’
	Young Kenny had wood.  Serious wood.  His mind was not blank but full of the images of Rudy Belliflop.  Yeah, more than anything would he like to see Rudy naked.  More than anything would he like to be naked with her, swimming naked, bathing with her, laying on top of her…
	Yeah, more than anything did he desire to see Rudy’s sisters naked.
	Perfect.
	A little jerking off, images of Rudy, her sisters Vanessa and Denise filling his head, then he was back with Rudy who had patiently waited for him.  The others had moved on a little ways, not really playing the proper way but yapping about their boyfriends and who was wearing what.  
	“Everything ok?” Rudy asked.

	Kenny nodded and was embarrassed—he also still had wood.
	Rudy noticed.  She tried not to and was embarrassed herself.  Quickly, though, she turned to follow her sisters—
	‘do you know what a hard-on is?’
	Rudy whirled around, “What?” she asked of Kenny.
	“I didn’t say anything.” Kenny said truthfully.
	‘would you like to see Kenny’s hard-on?’
	Rudy’s eyes bulged, she leaned forward all inquisitively, “What?”
	Kenny leaned back, “What?”
	Rain had to get closer—Rudy’s mind was a little stronger than the EMAD could compensated for due to range.  That meant a little risk as he would get within line o’ sight.  Carefully, though, he did so parking his cart in the shade by the trees and continuing to fill out his score card.  He was within fifteen feet of the pair.
	‘would you like to see Kenny—naked?’
	Rudy reared back, gulped and blinked her eyes.  Licking her lips and having a face of confusion she couldn’t answer (but the truth was—yes.)  She was a pretty girl, lots of soft silky hair, dark eyes, creamy skin.  A nice summery dress she wore and seemed to be well mannered, well schooled, and yet still to be herself at the tender age of eleven.
	Denise and Vanessa had moved too far out of range.  Rain thought and thought and thought some more.  Slowly he inched his cart up the small hill to get a better look at the Targets just below.  They were still too far out of range—Rain would have to get closer.

	Tapping the ball in from eight feet away Denise jumped for joy as the small white dimpled sphere plopped into the 9th hole for par.  She flaunted her ability jeering her younger sister who took three shots over to make the same hole.
	“Fuck you!” Vanessa shot back.
	“Oooooh!” giggled Denise, “If Mom or Dad heard you say that--”
	Denise shined it on, collected her ball and—
	‘do you take it in the ass?’
	“No.” she answered aloud.
	“No, what?” Vanessa asked.
	‘do you give head?’
	Vanessa shook her head, began to breathe hard, blink her eyes excessively, and try to block the image of the fact that she DID give head.  Strangely, Denise, fifteen, did NOT give head.  Strangely, Denise was a virgin and sister Vanessa, thirteen—was not!

The fanatic thinks the glass is completely full (even though it isn’t)
	Behind the largest boulder possible before being declared a mountain, Rudy Judith Belliflop stood stark naked.  Slowly she had stripped off her nice clothes, sliding her green tinted panties down s-l-o-w-l-y for Rain’s personal perverted pleasure.  Sisters Vanessa and Denise stood by idle, mindless.  Young Kenny Richmond stood somewhat aware and somewhat not.  Rain had to work his mind to a certain point of awareness so as he would exclusively enjoy he would be involved in but numb to the fact that he was being coerced (via electronically.)
	Kenny himself was already naked.
	Masturbation was a way of life—he had seen his older brother whacking off all the time.  Kenny did it but wasn’t an avid wanker.  His thoughts and desires were for Rudy—very-very muchly did he want to see her naked.  Very-very muchly did he want to get up against her naked.  He wanted to see her pee; he wanted to see her laying down with her legs open.  And very-very muchly he wanted to see her sucking his dick.
	Typical.
	For Rudy, she was just curious as to what he looked like naked.  Rudy had no brothers and so her knowledge of “boys” in their skin was from books, television, crude drawings on the bathroom wall, and her own imagination.  Any more than that and she really truly wasn’t sure—to be naked with him, to go swimming naked with him, to “touch” his penis, to have his penis touch her—she just wasn’t sure.
	And sex she definitely wasn’t sure.
	Once naked, and no need to pee, Rain directed Kenny to “get up against her.”  The firm naked black boy was all grins and stepped up to the girl of his dreams and embraced her.  The shade of the giant boulder was good, the air temp was nominal with clouds butting up against the surrounding mountains.  It was all serene and Kenny on his own dropped his hands to Rudy’s ass.
	The boy’s awareness level was keen; he knew that he was being manipulated electronically—but he was ok with that.  He was a willing participant!  Rain was cool with that.  If anything detrimental came of it he could fix it in post.
	‘want her to suck your dick?’
	“Yes, please!” the boy said with a giggly smile.
	Rudy dropped to her knees and with no hesitation took Kenny’s cock and began sucking it.  Kenny’s family and Rudy’s family were one of the first few families to come to the new developed development and were well established.  Kenny was smitten with the girl and desired her deeply.

	There was distaste to the taste of Kenny’s cock in her mouth; Rudy retched, gagged, and made a face but continued to suck-suck-suck.  Kenny fucked the girl’s mouth, rubbed his ass and smirked-giggled all the while.
	‘take your clothes off.’ Rain electronically minded to Rudy’s sisters.
	Neither Vanessa or Denise hesitated and stripped off all their clothes except for their panties—Rain halted them and had them stand posing in different poses to further please Rain and his demented desires.
	It was a safe bet that Kenny had never seen a girl naked.  He had, though, seen wee little girls, toddlers and infants.  He could scarcely imagine what a girl Rudy’s age or her sisters looked like naked.
	So Rudy laid down on her clothes, opened her legs, and gave young Kenny a nice show.  A wee bit o’ cum soiled the tip of his dick as he ogled the naked girl.  He was speechless and near mindless.  A dream cum true!

	Cum dripped from Kenny’s cock as he licked out Rudy’s young pussy.  A nice crop of pubes she had and Kenny took to lapping the girl’s cunny without shilly-shallying.  He grinned and giggled the whole time.
	Soon it was “stick it in her!” time.
	The girl was a virgin.  Was.
	Kenny eased himself into the girl; Rudy’s eyes bulged as her hymen was breeched.  Kenny gingerly penetrated and then the natural instinct took over and the fucking began.  Rain caressed the boy’s black bum with his own cock surging.  He finally stripped off his clothes and had Vanessa service him while Denise slid her own panties down—then removed her sister’s panties before laying down on her clothes and masturbating.  The ground around the end of the fairway was covered in bark mulch and was just the thing for laying down on.
	It didn’t take long before Kenny was cumming.
	It was his first time.
	The gross factor of having his pud coated in Rudy’s hymen blood was curbed due to Rain’s magical electronical influence.  The girl’s own panties were used to clean her own pussy; Kenny used his own underwear to clean his cock and balls.  Then the boy laid on the girl again but LAID on the girl to kiss and grope her breasts.
	Meanwhile, Rain blow off a pent up load into Vanessa’s mouth.  Probing her mind he found that the girl had firstly lost her virginity to a boy “back in the city” when she was nigh but ten years old!  A neighborhood boy in same apartment building nailed her—she was willing.  They were at a boy/girl party and after Spin-the-Bottle and “in the closet” they snuck up to the roof where they got freaky among the pigeons.

	‘in the ass, too?’
	In the ass, too—but later on on her twelfth birthday.
	Sex with the boyfriend was occasional but at least once every two weeks!  After her twelfth birthday it was “in the ass”, too—every other week or so.  Blowjobs came along just prior to her thirteenth birthday whereupon she was still indecisive about the “taste” of spunk.
	Rain filled her mouth, then fucked her face while the girl retched and gagged.  The spunk matter was not all that tasteful.  She had torrid thoughts of getting boned by a cousin—who was in his last year of high school.  She wanted to know what it would be like to be double fucked—in the ass and in the cunt.  There was no clue as to what Water Sports were.
	Young Kenny grinded his cock against Rudy’s pussy; he suckled her breasts and was completely willing to submit variably to anything Rain desired—just so long as he got to fuck the girl to his whim.  The boy WAS aware that he was being influenced via a minding machine—and he was ok with that.  There was no qualms or second thoughts about his naughty work with Rudy—
	“Whatever you want me to do.” He said to whoever was operating him.  Rain released his mind that was oblivious to him—prior and the boy was not aware of Rain’s presence.  The boy’s first reaction was to the nude man with his cock face fucking Vanessa—then to Denise who was fingering herself.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” the boy exclaimed.
	Rain smiled and as Kenny came up to nestle his black nuggets in Rudy’s mouth, Vanessa came to suck his cock.  Rain situated himself behind the naughty girl and drilled her ass—having Denise came hither positioning herself underneath her cock sucking sister to lap at the girl’s pussy as well as latch onto Rain’s swelled fuzzless fuzzies.

The entrepreneur sees the glass as undervalued by half its potential
	Fifteen year old Denise Leah Belliflop had not even given a guy a handjob!  She had kissed and been kissed, felt up AND felt out—but that was as far as it went.  The teenager HAD seen sex acts AND had had sex so-so with another girl.  But her pussy (and asshole) remained virginal to any form of penetration.)

	That wasn’t to say she didn’t masturbate.  She did.  A lot.  In fact, she and sister Vanessa masturbated together AND masturbated one another!  They did!  They also tongue lashed one another’s poons, banged those poons together, spanked each other, and kissed—mouth to mouth.  But not in the sense of “having sexual relations” just exploratory and ‘cause they knew it was wrong to do so.
	The girl, Denise, DID want to have sex but feared pregnancy regardless if the cock invading her pussy was wrapped or not.  Taking dick in the ass was just gross.  Sucking a guy’s dick—she wasn’t sure but wasn’t too keen on the idea of the cum blast that would follow.
	After Rain filled Vanessa’s asshole to the rim with his cum, he pulled out and sat back watching as sister Denise licked the cummy hole clean.  Rain lightly spanked the girl, took her panties to clean his cock then began slapping it against Denise’s pussy.  Kenny, meanwhile, positioned himself on Vanessa sliding his aching cum squirter into her fuckable fucking cunt and fucking his heart out.
	It took a little doing before Rain could do likewise to Denise.
	Then—then it got a little gross as Vanessa had to—uhm, Vanessa had to do a Number Two.  So did Kenny.  Kenny merely squatted by the rock and did his business there using again his own undies.  Vanessa was positioned as a dog and did her necessary business of which Rain wasn’t as turned on as he would be if she just merely had to pee.
	All that rolling around on the bark mulch, the sex, the bathroom activity, the deflowering, the sex—got everyone all hot and sticky and in need of a shower—followed by more sex!  Minis their undies, the group dressed and were directed to return to the club house, check in their equipment, check-out, and go home.  Kenny grinned the whole time.  The girls walked a little funny, oblivious to the fact they were without their panties AND they had been engaging immorally behind the boulder.
	Kenny didn’t even mind when Rain fondled him.  There was spanking and mutual masturbating—Kenny wasn’t too into giving head to a man cock but he did it ‘cause Rain wished it and asked for it and Rain was providing for him a way to score with the Belliflop girls.
	After the blowjob, Kenny turned around and presented his ass saying,
	“You can fuck my ass if you want.” on his own already presuming that the man with the illegally possessed EMAD wanted to fuck him as well as the girls.  And he was right of course.  Of course!
	“There’s one more girl, too.” Kenny supplied.
	“Oh?”
	“Yeah, she’s married, pregnant, too.”

	Rain smiled, didn’t matter if the girl was pregnant or not, just gave the baby pecker dents was all.  
	“She live at home?”
	“Nah, across town, she goes to the college going to be a lawyer or something.”
	“Uh, just by chance, how their mother?”
	Kenny smiled, giggled, sort of blushed, “She’s not bad, either!”
	She’s not bad either!  And she wasn’t.

The computer specialist says that next year the glass capacity will double, be half the price, but cost you 50% more for him to give you the answer
	The Belliflop house was nice, modern, still brand new with the landscape coming along nicely.  Daddy Belliflop worked as a doctor in the city still but was working on starting up his own practice in Burrelwood.  The town was growing, expanding and he was getting in on it early.  And Kenny was right, the mother of the girls, Claire, was hot!  She looked tall but it was her frame and hairdo that made her look taller than her five foot eight.  Beautiful skin, good posture, well poised, well educated.
	Rain had a difficult time rendering himself invisible to her and the girls as well so Kenny had to run distraction.  The girls filed into their house on the preset of taking showers; meanwhile, Rain would casually make way to the backdoor where Kenny would meet him (if successful in his attempt at distracting—keeping Ms. Belliflop in the living room.
	With the girls all upstairs, Rain could free up the EMAD and zap Claire with little fear of power failure.  Kenny greeted him at the backdoor and was in a panic  “Hurry-hurry!” he beckoned.  Rain quickened himself inside and up to the door separating the kitchen from the living room—just in time as Claire came thru that door saying, “I’m sorry, Kenny, I didn’t find your book.”
	She stopped and turned knowing someone she didn’t know was in the kitchen, hiding behind the door she had just opened.  Before she could utter, “You (the fuck) are you?” she was zapped.
	The dials of the EMAD were high with one light wavering between Yellow and Green indicating that the woman had a strong-strong brain power resistance to the effects of electronic mind warping.  Rain insisted, though, and eventually won out.
	Kenny wiped his brow saying “Whew!”
	Rain likewise.

	A little mind doctoring—insisting to the woman’s mind that Rain’s presence wasn’t present.  Then, making it so that she would accept minding commands—which took all of fifteen minutes to employ.  Then,
	‘take your panties off.’
	Claire wore a smart peach skirt outfit; she reached up under the knee length skirt and pulled down matching peach panties!
	‘take skirt off.’
	Kenny about passed out as off came the skirt, slip, the matching jacket and blouse—then the bra.
	“Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!” Kenny blurted out.
	“Not bad, eh?”
	Kenny couldn’t answer but rubbed his cock and stared at the naked woman—eyes bulging, cock bulging…

	Upstairs and did Denise and Vanessa risk showering together “on their own.”  Rudy guarded the bathroom and was naked herself.  Rudy was already preset to accept minding commands as well as with the notion that she liked to suck Kenny’s cock.
	‘you want to be nasty with Kenny.’
	‘you want to suck Kenny’s cock.’
	‘you want to play with Kenny’s cock.’
	‘you want to be naked with Kenny.’ And take his cock into your mouth, pussy, and asshole—anything he wants to do to you you will willingly participate in—willingly.
	Kenny sneaked up to the upstairs bathroom; Rudy was in the bathroom hiding, naked, stooped over grinning big time.
	“Come out.” Kenny told her.  Rudy checked her sisters in the showers and slipped out of the bathroom.  Kenny slipped out of his clothes and Rudy came up to him.  On her own (sort of) she began playing with Kenny’s cock.  The boy’s black snake (mamba) was hard-hard-hard.  Rudy gripped the dick and tugged on it—tugged on it—tugged on it.
	Meanwhile, downstairs in the kitchen, Rain had the lovely sultry Claire laid out on the breakfast table, legs open, pussy gloriously awaiting him.  She kept her snatch nicely trimmed; a small tattoo of an apple was on top of her cunt, upper right.  A rearing-bucking-snorting painted unicorn on a cloud was on the upper left!

	Just the hint of pee could Rain detect.  It turned him on and he drove his tongue all over, nipping the lips, and devouring the woman’s cunt wholly.  Claire gripped the edge of the country style table, arching her back, moaning, and already calling for God.  Rain smiled and drove his prick into her.
	Upstairs and Kenny was plowing Rudy’s ass and listening intently as her sisters bathed.  When the shower stopped—so did Kenny.
	“Get back in there and act like nothing’s happened!” then he pulled out of her ass and fled back down the stairs.
	Rain was far from cumming off in Claire’s poon so the interruption was ok.  His cock ached and then some.
	“They’re done.” Kenny said.  The boy’s eyes went firstly to Rain, then his mighty white man cock, then the nakedness of the girls’ mother.
	“Holy shit is she hot!” the boy said beaming.
	“Time for her later.” Rain said and scurried up the stairs from the kitchen.
	Rudy’s backside could be seen from the bathroom door that was open just enough to seen the middle section of the girl’s backside.  It was obvious that Vanessa and Denise were doing something.  Rain paused and had to think of how to get the necessary line o’ sight needed to mind warp the two naughty sisters.
	“Tell her to get out of the way.”
	“Hey, you—move your butt!” Kenny chided to Rudy.
	Rudy stepped out of the way and Rain slipped up to the partly opened door.  He saw legs on the floor; the girls were laying on one another “pussy pounding” with Denise on top pinning her subordinate sibling.
	Getting direct line o’ sight wasn’t easy without fully exposing himself.  In lieu of doing so there was a mirror—a very ornate mirror that was narrow and long up against the wall above a wicker hamper.  A stacked wrought iron caddy full of bathroom supplies occupied the corner by the door.  Rain aimed the Device to the mirror wondering if the invisible beams would deflect from the mirror to the misbehaving naughty girls.
	No—didn’t work.
	Rain looked back over his shoulder—Rudy stood nakedly smiling and being oblivious to what exactly was going on with naked Kenny right behind her—his dick down between her legs.
	‘I need your help.’
	Rudy was quickly schooled in the art of mind manipulation via a minding device and easily waltzed into the bathroom and zapped her sisters.  Rain put them in “sleep mode” and returned to the kitchen.

The logician says that where the glass is in process of being filled then it is half full; where it is in the process of being emptied then it is half empty; and where its status in terms of being filled or emptied is unknown then the glass is one in which a boundary between liquid and gas lies exactly midway between the inside bottom and the upper rim, assuming that the glass has parallel sides and rests on a level surface, and where it does not then the liquid/gas boundary lies exactly midway between the upper and lower equal halves of the available total volume of said glass
	There was a little hangup with directing Claire upstairs to her bedroom.  Rain didn’t know what it was but one of the lights on his minding gadget went from green to yellow.  The light (yellow) flickered with the dials indicating the strength of the mind hold wavering.  The woman faltered, wavered, slung her head and said something unintelligible.
	Young Kenny was ready to flee.
	Rain boosted the gain giving the unit more power but disabling other features Rain had become accustomed to—Q&A and Notions of Naughtiness Implantation.
	Once corrected, Claire made way to her bedroom where she laid out on her bed, legs open widely.  Kenny ogled the woman, his cock was extremely hard with eyes feasting on Claire’s poon.
	“Go get her.” Rain urged.
	Kenny didn’t hesitate but practically ran to the bed, mounted the woman laying there and “got busy.”  Rain watched him then moved down the hall to where the girls were waiting.
	Choices—choices—choices
	Rudy, Vanessa, Denise.  Firstly, Rudy.  With his cock throbbing and aching he had the girl grip his stick, tug on it then kiss it before sucking.  Vanessa he had lay down, spread her legs and get busy fingering herself.  Denise he had get on her hands and knees poised just above her naughty “I’ll fuck anything anywhere anytime” sister.
	Rudy was good.  She still made a bit of a face but she seemed to have her own unique cock sucking technique.  After sufficiently and dramatically hard-hard-hard enough to break bricks with, Rain slid his manhood into Denise from behind.  A little slap/spank to her ass as he drove his magnificent prong into her; Kenny emerged from the bedroom with cum dripping from his dick.  Rain smiled and had him come stick himself into Denise’s mouth.  He wondered if Claire would become pregnant as a result of getting doinked?  That would be interesting to find out that the baby henceforth born was not Mr. Belliflop’s but from the seed of young Kenny their young daughter’s friend!

	Rain emptied quite a load into Denise—and that was all he had to give.  He would have to make a return visit to complete his debauchery of the Belliflop family.  He took a shower and after an hour of “resting” and letting the EMAD cool off some began trying to implant Notions of Naughtiness into the family.
	He managed only Rudy before serious fluctuations in the Device began to worry Rain.  But Rudy was good enough for a start—and Kenny was pleased—the girl, in essence, would be his bitch.  She would suck him, get naked, lick his asshole if he so desired!  He could fuck her ass, pussy, mouth, tits, and even pee on her—if he so desired.
	Kenny hated to see the stranger leave, 
	“I’ll be back.” Rain said mimicking a Hollywood icon.
	Kenny was cool and Rain departed.

Government dissidents believe the glass has two parts; one part has all the water it needs but requires more; the second part does not and has to submit (in triplicate) a request form that needs approval from an upper echelon organization that does not exist

*

When two parties agree all the time on everything presented to them, the glass itself is probably not necessary.  But, when the opinions and long term goals are diametrically opposed, evidence suggest the presence of water and the divorce of a misguided/corrupt government is imminent. This is the philosophy which spawned 200 years of government
	Overload.  Pure and fucking simple overload.  But he liked it.  He reveled in it.  He enjoyed it to the max for all it was worth and for as long as it would last.  There was little thought to “afterwards”.  Cliff Rhichards, though, wasn’t worried about the “afterwards.”  The present was all he was interested in.
	Little Lauren Glutrain still suited him; she was so damn cute!  She warmed his heart, soul, and especially his cock.  It was a pure joy to watch the nine year old go about the cabin in her skin.  She smiled just about alla the time!  That hair, near lily white skin, perfectly shaped ass, bald naked pussy—that smile.  A happy kid, naïve, sweet, and with her mind “fixed” by Rain Frisco’s minding machine she willingly participated in Cliff’s naughty desires.
	And there were many desires.

	And it wasn’t to say that little Nellie Zitmor didn’t thrill him, either—she did.  So did Zena and Nora.  The lone boy, Davy, also pleased him but Cliff was not so much into boys.  Darla Sholes, the lone thirteen year old “hanging out” at Rain’s cabin, eventually pleased Cliff by firstly sucking him then riding him.
	The act(s) were unexpected but well welcomed.  Cliff had an average cock and was not the stereotypical African-American with a super long cock.  It was average—but it worked.  But still, Cliff was a man, twice over!  His cock was just a little more than what could easily slip into the likes of Lauren, Nellie, Zena, and Nora.  Zena and Nora were ten years young and Cliff was just barely able to make anal penetration.  He didn’t want to hurt them but oral sex only went so far.
	That was where Davy came in—breaking in the likes of Nora, Zena, Nellie, and Lauren.  But Darla required no “breaking in”; she was thirteen and had accepting holes of pleasure to be plunged.  And Cliff Rhichards was eager to plunge!
	He loved little girls, that was true, but to satisfy his throbbing cock—a teenage girl would be best.  Darla was pretty good—she sucked and sucked well, fondled his balls and devoured his prick wholly.  Then, when his dick was sufficiently lubricated she mounted him.  Previously and there had been Nora laying across his lap; the black man patting her butt, squeezing the cheeks, fingering the hole, enjoying himself.  
	Then Nellie came along and worked his dick, fondled his big hairy nuggets, then proceeded to suck (him).  She was not a pro and kind of sloppy which brought on Darla who also traipsed about the cabin naked.  In an effort to school the girl and the others in the proper technique of pleasing a man’s favorite organ—she took over masturbation.
	Then she schooled the kids in the fine art of oral copulation.
	That was followed by perching herself onto the man’s lap guiding his throbbing erection into her pussy.  Cliff clamped his hands to her ass and power drove his dick into her sex giving her the ride of her life.  Their sweaty bodies pressed together tightly and began to cum.  Rivers of his spunk coated his cock and balls; Darla’s pussy clenched and all eyes of the children watched in utter awe.
	Then Davy turned his head, “I hear a truck.”
	Cliff nearly dumped Darla as he hurried to the window and peered out.
	“Oh shit!” he breathed—a ranger truck!

*

The scientist says a guess based on a visual cue is inaccurate; so mark the glass at the bottom of the meniscus of the content, pour the content into a larger glass; fill the empty glass with fresh content up to the mark; add the original content back in; if the combined content overflows the lip, the glass was more than half full; if it does not reach the top, then the glass was more than half empty; if it neither overflows nor fails to reach the top then it was either half-full or half-empty.  Now, what was the question again?
	She had done her hair differently, a little less happy-go-lucky as she had been, and seemed more anxious and serious—but she was still Barbara Nicetwatt from the casino in Northvalley.
	Rain settled into the chair next to her, sorted his chips, acknowledged the Dealer and tossed in his chips to start the pot.  Barbara had a small glass of something she clutched tightly in one hand.  The chips at her place were few; there was no watch on her wrist; no wedding ring, either.  Oops.
	Three other players were at the table; a fat guy, a black guy, and an Oriental/Asian fellow who talked to himself.  The fat guy was antsy—but that was due to his size in relation to the chair he occupied.  The black guy was tall, skinny, black tee-shirt, black sports jacket, black jeans, red tennis shoes.  A bit of gold in his ears but no watch, ring, or even necklace.  He looked good, well groomed, and all serious.
	The pot grew quickly and was at five thousand.  Barbara was sweating with trembling hands.  Stretching and getting the attention of the wandering drink cart girl, Rain saw that Barbara didn’t have a winning hand.  There was nothing Rain could do to help her.  His hand wasn’t so hot, either and they both bit the dust with the Asian fellow taking the pot on a Flush.
	One thousand dollars was left to her.  She looked desperate.  The next round came and Rain tossed in his chips, Barbara did likewise and stared at the nametag of the Dealer.  Fat Guy farted then chipped in his chips, the Asian confided with his “other self” and folded.
	Barbara checked her cards, shook her head and seemed very-very dejected.  It wasn’t going her way.  Somehow she sipped her drink, closed her eyes and listened to the cards being dealt for the Turn.  Checking her cards and she shook her head again.  She let out a long sigh and stared down to her remaining chips.
	The River came and the Fat Guy was the winner.
	Barbara shook her head and bowed out for the next hand.  She tuned and smiled meekly to Rain—Rain nodded and smiled back.  She didn’t recognize her former poker player and numbly walked away.

	“Most of us lose our shirt,” Rain said trying to be funny and cut the proverbial ice, “looks like you’ve lost everything else.”
	Instead of “go mind your own business” or “go fuck yourself” the woman gripped the vinyl cushion of the bar and settled onto the padded stool.  She said nothing but nodded to the bar tender mouthing Vodka 7.
	Rain settled onto the seat next to her almost at a loss for words.
	“Not doing well, are we?”
	The woman was lost in her own little world, fluttering her eyes she muttered in halting words “I’ve lost it all.” and Rain noted her rubbing the finger where her wedding ring once rested.  The woman had an addiction, or just got lost in the flow of gambling to wit she had gambled away the children’s inheritance.
	This wasn’t going to be easy.
	Rain declined his normal TC and opted for a 7up Straight.  He needed a clear head for his next move.  And he really had no clear idea as to what that move would be—there was something forming but he was already pulled at lengths; a return visit to the Belliflop house, Cliff and the gang at his cabin, the desert beyond Northvalley calling him, was he a marked man in Northvalley casinos, and so on.
	“I’ve lost it all.” Barbara said meekly.
	“Well,” Rain drawled, “maybe we can fix that.”
	“How?” Barbara said demandingly, pleadingly, desperately, “How can you fix what I’ve done?”
	“Oh, there’s ways.” 
 	Barbara shook her head at him and took a long sip of her drink.
	“I’ve lost it all.” she said almost slamming the glass down on the counter.  “I-I got so wrapped up in my winnings from last time I-I just thought I could do better, do more to help cushion—cushion our finances.”  And now—now those “finances” were gone.  Gone-gone-gone.
	“How much have you lost?”
	“Along with my dignity and good sense?” She said almost whimsically but with a heaping helping of self sarcasm, “Fifteen thousand.”
	Ouch!
	Plus wedding ring, necklace, another ring, dignity and good sense.
	She had dipped into her personal Savings, then Family savings, then the children’s savings (college account.)  She had hit a losing streak that just ate her alive.  She was down to her last five hundred dollars.  There was a little left in the family account (but not much) and almost nothing in the college accounts.  So far no one knew.  So far.

	“Let’s, uh, talk a walk.”
	“A walk?”
	“Yeah, uh, I know a place where you can recoup your losses.”
	Barbara looked at him with aw and disbelief.
	“The tables are “loose” there and you can possibly win back what you’ve lost bla-bla-bla.”
	Barbara was stymied and her desperation led her to stray with a near virtual stranger.

	First of firsts,
	‘take it in the ass?’
	“No.”
	‘give head?’
	‘Yes.’ but not often.
	‘any indiscretions?’
	Fucked her neighbor’s teenage boy, handjob and blowjob to husband’s best friend, sex in a whirlpool with the husband of neighbor, and fantasized about being gangbanged by a high school football team.
	Well!
	In the hotel room the casino Rain had acquired via compensation from the casino, Rain probed the distraught woman—then got her naked and bobbing on his rod.  Fifteen thousand was a mere estimate—she had lost a little more than that.  The teenage boy she had had sex with had seen her and his dad screwing in the hot tub, then on the deck, kitchen table, bedroom, and then they took a shower together.  Armed with that indecent knowledge, young teen Ron Diksor wanted some nookie, too.  He was fourteen and choir leader at his church, basketball captain at his school, green belt in karate, and a good standing member in the boy scouts.
	Since the “finding out”, young Ron had “gotten some” from Barbara once to twice a month for that last four months.  There were no plans on stopping their shenanigans; and apparently, Barbara—she actually didn’t mind.
	The woman lacked a little talent in her cock sucking but a blowjob was a blowjob.  He fucked the woman’s face before taking her to bed and drilling her womanly-motherly pussy.  She had three children and got laid on a fairly regular basis—once or twice a week, sometimes less but the fuck was usually good.
	Rain had to admit, sloppy blowjob but a decent pussy.  The woman got into it and she even “rode on top” giving him a decent ride.  Rain spanked her but didn’t have enough sufficient strength to invade her ass.

	After a romp on the bed they took a shower; that was followed by more sex on the bathroom floor, then back to the bed where Rain finally DID invade the woman’s virgin backdoor.  It wasn’t as thrilling as it would have been had the woman been a few years younger—a lot younger.
	It was going to be a bit of a chore but Rain was going for it; a trip back to the casino to “acquire” a stack or two—or three, four of Benjamins, then back to the hotel room to hide/ditch the EMAD that helped acquire the Benjamins—then back to the casino to park it at a poker table—accompanied by Barbara who had had her cunny fixed as well as her mind.
	First hand—didn’t quite work out as planned—for either of them.
	Second hand—Rain won on a simple straight.
	Third and fourth hand—not so good and what he had won he just lost.
	Determined, though, Rain began to play conservatively and Folded on hands that didn’t show a Face card on the opening hand.  That strategy sort of kind of paid off but it was a long set at the table with Ups and Downs of payoff.
	Barbara actually fared better than she had been earlier but was still way-way down on her losses.  They retired to the lounge to rest; then it was dinner and back to the hotel room.
	The following day was repeated as the previous.  Barbara had to head home soon so Rain gave her a little more doinking, boinking, slap/tickle, and a replenishment of her losses.  In her mind she had won back what she had lost on her own.  She had reconnected with Rain, enjoyed his company, but had not gone to his room for sex.
	Rain helped her bolster her own personal account then let her be.  He hoped that she would not fail him and get the gambling bug again—his minding device had manipulated her mind somewhat that it was hoped to have curbed her gambling desire.
	After an eight hour nap and shower, Rain was off again.

The grammarian says that while the terms half-full and half-empty are colloquially acceptable the glass can technically be neither since both full and empty are absolute states and therefore are incapable of being halved or modified in any way
	Young Kenny Richmond still had the hornies for the Belliflop girls and had it bad—so did Rain.  And Rudy Belliflop needed another mind zap intrusion as she had stop submitting to Kenny’s horny desires.  Rain was only too happy to oblige.

	The plan was to engage merrily with the Belliflop family, possibly take them on an outing—like say to that little cabin by the woods.  But a message came to Rain prompting to preempt the Belliflop family engagement and hustle back to that cabin by the woods.
	The ranger truck parked out by the road by the cabin disturbed Rain; he didn’t know what he was getting into or what to expect.  Cliff came out to the porch and waved so that was sort of a good sign.  Rain sighed and pulled up.
	“We got trouble.” The black man said.  He was normally a very kind hearted fellow; easy going, into the Classics, stage, seldom cursed or showed any anger.  All the children were in the front, the living room.  In the rear of the cabin, the cabin’s one bedroom, in a walk-in closet, was the ranger, Rose Titsisore.
	She had been friendly at first in her greeting, but then got too nosey and wanted to see who was in the cabin, who lived there, did they have a deed or other paperwork regarding the property.
	“When she put her hand on her gun,” Rich explained, “I gots nervous.”
	Rain didn’t know if he would have done anything different.
	In the closest, Rose Titsisore, thirty-two, was tied up securely, gagged and blindfolded, too.  The utility belt had been removed, along with her boots (and the hidden knife and small gun, too.)  Rich hadn’t done anything to her—just secured her and pressed the emergency button on the pager that would signal Rain’s pager.
	“What do we do?” Cliff asked.
	Rain squatted before her, sighed, farted, contemplated.
	Then he stood, nodded his head, “One, we get rid of that truck.”
	Cliff had removed the woman’s watch and all other jewelry and found a tracking device, too.  Rain mused, sat on the great four poster bed and brooded a moment rolling the small tracking device attached the watch.  Rain didn’t like unexpected happenings; he wasn’t prepared for them and had no back-up plan to deal with them.
	Cliff thought of merely ditching the truck in a ditch alongside the road; he also thought of taking it into the city, Northvalley, or Burrelwood.  Rain approved of those notions but added “maybe somewhere out in the desert—way out in the desert.”
	“If there was a lake or something nearby we could drown it.” mused Cliff.
	Rain smiled, “Funny you should say that.”

	From the lip of the shore the ground sloped one foot per foot.  The ground surrounding the lake just off from the abandoned mine was pretty level, just choked with small trees, shrubs, and bushes.  Just how deep the remote lake was wasn’t known, Rain went in and went down pretty gar—it was dark, cold, and gloomy.
	“If we take the mirrors in we could also stuff it into the mine.” Cliff added.  The abandoned mine had a large near oval opening; but it was partially boarded up with mining equipment in the way.  Rain hadn’t explored the interior of the mine—and really didn’t want to.
	“The lake is good.” Rain said.
	Cliff didn’t argue.  The radio and other electronical components were disabled, useful items were removed and from a long ways back the truck was rushed into the lake with Rain at the wheel jumping out as the truck sailed into the lake.
	It took a few minutes before it sunk out of sight leaving only a few bubbles to indicate its passing.  
	“Wonder why no one comes here to fish?” wondered Cliff.
	Rain didn’t know, but it was a spooky place to be sure.
	A little time was used in erasing the tire marks, clear back to the cabin.  Then Rain’s truck was used to further obliterate the ranger truck and then they, too, were erased or as much as possible.
	Then the ranger herself.

	No Q&A on the ranger, Rose Titsisore; and Rain doubted that she would be so much into notion implantation aka mind suggestion, either.  She had a strong mind and the EMAD was capable of just acquiring her brain wave pattern to subdue it.  That would have to do.
	She was thirty-two, not married but had a so-so average boyfriend who was also a ranger.  That bothered Rain, the boyfriend might come looking for her harder than his fellow rangers.  The FBI would possibly get involved, retracing her steps and last radioed in location.
	Rain sighed.  She would have to dealt with—swiftly and then maybe permanently.  He didn’t particularly relish the permanent solution, but thought of having his way with her then maybe trying a mind wipe of her mind (before dumping her off somewhere where she would be found thus maybe throwing the investigation off as to where she had really met her fate.
	The two-way radio that was on her person was used to listen to the other rangers giving insight to when there would be concern for Rose.  In the meantime…

	Reddish brown hair (in both places.)  Green-green eyes, a cunt hair under 5’7”, average weight for her height, nice butt.  Titties were 32Bs, she wasn’t very muscular, and had a nice butt.  A “rose” tattoo was on the right butt cheek, another with a dagger thru it dripping blood was on her left tit.  Not hair one on her pussy; no hair on her arms, either.  She was clean, a little musty smelling and in need of a shower.  According to her log book she had been rangering just six hours into her shift.
	And she had a nice butt.
	Bikini panties she had on, red in color.  Rain and Cliff admired her bald beaver to the point of drooling.  Young pussy was one thing—grown up pussy was something else.  
	Once naked, Rose Titsisore looked like a mid-level naked teenager.  Rain was cool with that—so was Cliff.  Both men sized up the woman who wavered between “aware” and “not aware.”  It was a confusing thing the woman experienced and that also helped curb her from knowing what was happening to her wasn’t supposed to.
	Rain took first dibs—and didn’t even ask “how did you get her?”  Cliff stood by stroking his schlong, drooling.  Rain eased onto the woman, gliding his cock against her pussy a little bummed that he couldn’t find out any narly secrets about her.
	One by one the naked children of the cabin came in to watch; Lauren stood in front of Cliff with his average sized cock against her pretty little head.  Rain eased up and began insertion into the woman’s pussy when the sound of whopp-whopp could be heard—a helicopter.
	Coitus-interuptus—Rain hated that.  He and Cliff ran nakedly to the front door—out by the highway about five thousand feet up was a helicopter moseying along the other side desert-scape heading south.  The radio was active; cueing up with the pilot and base operations transmitting in ranger code.  But it was clear that they were searching for a ranger who has failed to report in.
	Rain fumed.  Rose had to be ditched—and soon!
	“Stay here and watch the helicopter,” Rain said to Davy, “watch it and let us know if it comes close to us.”
	The little naked boy nodded and was pleased that he had a job to do.
	Rain and Cliff lingered a bit longer until the chopper was out of sight.  Traffic on the radio continued but the chatter had dropped off with the helicopter pilot going to “section 3B, south end of the Soccorco Mountains.”

	Rain was determined as ever to fuck the ranger silly.  Her pussy was delightfully tight and firstly he stabbed himself into her sex with an impressive determination.  Then he slowed and merely glided himself into blissful oblivion.
	Rose’s nipples hardened, she moaned with her cunny clenching Rain’s invading prong.  Her hands clenched the bedding and she began breathing hard with stoppings and goings until submitting herself and her sex to a glorious-glorious orgasmic explosion.
	Rain did likewise.  He normally tried to keep himself in control but let the safety and security measures slacken as the blissful vapors of sexual lust enveloped him.  “OH YEAH!” he exclaimed uncharacteristically.  He shuddered and there was a second wave of magnificent bliss.
	“SONOFABITCH!” he blurted finding he was no longer in control.  His cock powerfully thrusted into Rose’s snatch with an incredible force Rain could not remember in pussies past.  It was like an unquenchable fuck.  The lofty goal of sexual conduct seemed almost inexplicably unreachable.
	Then it was over.  It was a wow factor like none other.  Two minutes?  Three?  Four?  Five?  He didn’t know and hoped it was more than the nominal hundred twenty seconds.  The woman’s body was warm to the touch—and he touched it!  Pawing the breasts, tweaking the nipples, Rain languished on the woman with his prick still squirting inside her!
	“Alright, Goddamn it,” Cliff said also out of character, “give a nigger a chance!” he chuckled and Rain peeled himself off and away from the woman.  Cliff had no problem with sloppy seconds and buried his cock into Rose going fully into her with the first stab.
	Rain sat on the edge of the bed basically panting.
	‘You’d like to fuck Claire.’ he mused to himself.  ‘Claire, Vanessa, Denise, and Rudy, too!’ and he would be right!

The auditor first checks whether the empty half is material and then designs the audit procedures to obtain sufficient evidence to conclude that the glass is indeed empty
	With nightfall approaching it was time to settle up so to speak and head out.  According to the ranger radio there was a roadblock at the highway intersection of 33 and Desert Rd. 1.  Rain took his old GMC truck with Cliff in the van over a not-well-used to hardly ever used road making a long-long circle to slid into the road going into Stanis.  No roadblocks from then on to the City beyond.

	Just before leaving,
	While on her hands and knees—
	Rain filled her mouth trying to thrust himself into her gullet while Cliff crammed/rammed his cock into her from behind.  From one hole to the other he would jam himself into her—then pull out and stuff himself into the other hole.
	Meanwhile, on the bed, one girl after another laid out to display themselves; Lauren laid out arms and legs straight, then lifted her legs straight up and as far back as she could.  It very muchly pleased the two naughty-naughty-oh-so-naughty men who ogled her—ogled—her—ogled her.
	Then young Davy licked Lauren’s young pussy, fingered it and her asshole, then mounted her and fucked her.  Rain smacked the boy’s ass, clutched his young hairless nuggets, and fucked Rose’s mouth delightfully.
	Little Nellie came nextly, laying down with her legs opened wide.  The two men enjoyed the young girl; turning over she rubbed and caressed her own ass, parted the cheeks and diddled her own hole.  Davy applied his tongue to the hole then applied his cock.
	Zena Peeum had a decent body, at a mere nine years young the girl was “sprouting.”  Davy suckled those sprouting titties, fingered her pussy, then was goaded into spanking the girl’s ass as she was on her backside with her legs up and back.  When her dainty little ass was red and Davy’s hand stinging, the boy plugged her backdoor and fucked long and hard before he cramped up and had to quit.
	Lastly, Nora Jackit, who was ten and had small sprouting tits than Zena, assumed the all-fours position, was spanking by Rain and Davy, then doggie-style fucked by Davy—
	Then by Rain.
	A gallon of cum had spewed into Rose’s mouth.  Cliff had fucked her pussy and asshole shooting off a massive wad of black man’s cum into her pussy.  He spanked her—spanked her—spanked using her black utility belt before jamming the hand held stun gun into her pussy and turning it on.
	Rain was amused—Cliff had a dark side!
	Rose had a low tolerance for pain and passed out.
	The naughty men weren’t finished; after a brief rest they got Lauren on her hands and knees—sucking Rain’s freshly clean but still aching dick while Cliff rammed himself into her asshole.  Davy first got the pleasure of poking the girl’s hole; then a candle was used to help continue “breaking-in” the pert virgin shitter.  Cliff let out a yell as his cock invaded the girl and it was a bit of a chore to get himself all the way in.
	Nellie laid on her back on the floor; Rain’s balls were in her mouth while Zena sucked him.  Meanwhile, Davy fucked Zena’s pussy doggie-style and Cliff fucked Nellie’s pussy full on.  When his cock popped out from the girl’s young cunt—Nora sucked it while Rain spanked her wiggling ass.
	And on and on it went—Davy lastly fucking Rose the ranger then Rain sodomizing Davy while Cliff put his pud into the ranger’s ass himself.  The girls (and boy) were spanked, fondled and fingered, then bathed and finally dressed in their own clothes.  It was near midnight and the run around the roadblock on the seldom used road was going to be dicey.  It was a rough road during daylight hours and unimaginable during the night.
	The road circumventing the roadblock was a long narrow road that was questionable at best.  More than once did both vehicles get stuck—not too mention slammed up against the side of the hill.  Finally, though, they made it.  Before leaving Stanis they stopped at the drive-in, got refreshments, then hauled butt to the City where in various places the children were let off with a mind wipe of their experience.
	Rose Titsisore was dropped off by the old train station—after Cliff fucked her silly, Rain peed on her, and Cliff jammed the stun gun once more into her cunny and pressed the trigger.

*

	Having a couple of more days to his vacation Cliff decided to hang with Rain.  He needed a backup plan, an alibi for his whereabouts for the time he and the children were “missing.”  Rain would work on that—while they busied themselves in Northvalley and Burrelwood.
	Darla Sholes, too, had returned to her family to see “how it works out.”  She had a number to call Rain if it didn’t work out.  Rain liked her and would miss her and in a so-so manner hoped that family life in the Sholes home wasn’t back to normal.
	In Northvalley Rain began creating an alibi for his friend; doctoring ticket stubs, hotel bills, places of interests, the casino visits and so on.  The two spent time at the poker tables where it was learned that among other things, Cliff Rhichards was a fine poker player.
	Rain fared “ok” and basically broke even.  Cliff broke even and went on to triple what he started with!  After that, the two went on to scurry into the new development five minutes further on, Burrelwood.

	More alibi making then a reconnect with young Kenny who was hard up to get into Rudy—and then her sisters.  Cliff wanted to do same.  A reconnect with horndog Kenny and a new venture began.  Timing was everything and when the time was right, Rain and Cliff were in the Belliflop home ogling the Belliflop girls and their mother.
	Kenny couldn’t stop grinning.
	Cliff liked the variety—Rudy at eleven to Denise at fifteen—with a bonus of visiting married (and pregnant) sister, Sondra.  She was twenty-one and had a strong willed mind that gave Rain and his amazing minding gadget a time in being swayed.  Then, then came the mother, Claire, who very nearly surprised Rain and Cliff—and Rain again.  He had to mind blast the woman, a super mind explosion that basically stunned the mind of the Subject until the User of the EMAD could ascertain a more potent manner of waylaying.
	That was a lot of power output for the EMAD; Rudy, Vanessa, Denise, Sondra, and Claire.  But there were green lights for all of them with only some wavering dials on Claire and daughter Sondra.
	“We better make this quick.” Rain assumed.
	It was Rudy to go first—she wore a nice dark purple dress with nothing underneath—nothing underneath.  Something Rain had implanted in the young girl had stuck—she had suddenly/abruptly stopping servicing Kenny’s cock but she didn’t KNOW that she had been giving him head.  That was a good thing.
	With the EMAD already taxed to the limit—Q&A was disabled.  Rain was ok with that but he did want to pick the girl’s mind.  Oh well, cant have everything.  She removed her dress—acting on verbal input still worked and that was a good thing.
	Cliff very muchly took in the naked girl standing naked in the kitchen.
	“Mmmm, Daddy like!” he grinned.
	Out of his pants came Cliff’s cock—it was as hard as ever and right up against the young black girl’s face it went.  Pure unadulterated lust there was in Cliff—he humped the girl’s sweet face, slapped it, then gouged it.  Rudy was directed to fondle the man’s balls and suck his cock as much as she could.  Rain found that one-on-one was far-far easier than trying to wallop and control minds all at once.
	But sometimes a large number of minds had to be walloped at once; but Rain was finding new nuances of his EMAD and how to subdue multiple minds while addressing a single one.

	After a couple of minutes in Rudy’s mouth, Cliff pulled out and sat on a chair from the breakfast table.  He pulled Rudy onto his lap and began gouging his mamba against her slit.  Young Kenny stood directly behind ogling the girl’s ass Cliff’s cock nearly penetrating his girl’s cunt.
	‘take your clothes off.’ Rain electronically minded to the boy.
	Kenny stripped to his skin and was all giggles, smiles, and hard.
	‘try and put it in her.’ Rain continued.
	Kenny eased up and couldn’t stop grinning—he was very happy.  Very happy.  The boy was very enamored with the girl; she was very pretty, his age, they had a lot in common, and he was just genuinely smitten with her.
	It took a little doing but Kenny managed to get his cock into Rudy’s backdoor—Cliff had the girl’s legs spread wide across his lap with his cock gingerly penetrating her fuckable fucking cunt.
	The other Belliflop family members were standing idle—waiting.  They were subdued and stood by—waiting.  They didn’t have to wait long; Cliff blasted his hot load into Rudy’s sex, relished in it, then melted.  Meanwhile, Kenny humped Rudy’s ass going all the way in but didn’t cum.
	Vanessa was next up.  Rain took her, spanking her firstly.  It was sort of a test and sort of a sexual deviant desire.  He found that he could administer quite a bit of spanking with no adverse reaction from the Subject.  After the spanking the girl was merely laid out on the sofa—her shoulders and head on the cushions—her ass up on the overstuffed arm of the odd colored blue green very-very expensive sofa.  With her legs up against his chest, her ankles on his shoulders, Rain eased into her pussy his manhood and got busy with the fucking.

	After cleaning his soiled pud, Kenny put himself into Rudy’s cunt and happily fucked away while Cliff enjoyed sodomizing her fifteen year old sister.  “I could get to like this!” he commented.  Denise was put to sucking the cunt of pregnant sister Sondra.
	Cliff was greatly thrilled with the variety; not too mention Vanessa and Denise, especially Sondra, older than what he had been slipping his dick into.  But then again, there was something to be said for young girls.  He still like them (and how!) but older pussy was easier to fuck.
	While Kenny fucked Vanessa—after she had sucked his cock and balls, Rain and Cliff double teamed Sondra.  Cliff went into her pussy firstly, after spanking her and getting a delicious blowjob from the proposed future counselor at law.  Rain enjoyed reaming her ass emptying his mind of whimsy.

	After Sondra; Cliff showered, found some delicious beers in the fridge, and rested—with Vanessa occupying his lap.  Rain enjoyed some very nice wine—with Rudy on his lap (his cock up into the girl’s fuckable fucked cunt.)
	Mind tripping was the next trick—and the most difficult.  It didn’t work on Vanessa, but Rudy, Denise, and Sondra were a go—a go to sexually please young Kenny Richmond!  Rain didn’t know if the mind rewire would stick or not—but he was eager to find out so he would keep tabs on the young black boy; see how many of the Belliflop girls he could get pregnant!

*

The magician will show you the glass with the full half at the top
The physician says that the glass is not empty at all--it is half-filled with water and half-filled with air; hence, fully filled on the whole!
The musician says he/she is unimpressed with the promoter of the concert for not providing more alcohol
	Two days after Grand Granddad Cliff returned to the City and back to work on the children’s television set—he suffered a massive heart attack and didn’t survive.  Rain, to say the least, was very bummed.  He brooded at his cabin a long-long while—then he took a walk into the spooky woods beyond the cabin.

*

Warning!  Entering Forest—beware of trees!
	Girl Scout Camp-1m
	Boy Scout Camp-1m
	Beaver Creek-----1m
	Impossible Mine-2m
	Lost Mine---------still lost!
	There needed to be one more map notation on the legend, Turn Around And Go Back Where You Came From!  The legend was tacked to a leaning backwards oak.  A so-so dirt road went left and right with another going ahead around the oak tree.  All around and the area was very rugged, overgrown bushes and shrubs, waist high grasses and huge boulders.
	Fear, though, kept Helga Heely going forward.
	There was no going back—no “going back to face the music.”  She had fucked up and fucked up royally.  She had no idea what she had been thinking and there was no simplistic way to explain it.

	Being caught with weed would have been better.  Being caught naked (by herself) would have been better—masturbating or even using a phallic of some kind.  Being caught naked with Kim (also naked) could have been overlooked or dismissed.
	But with her naked Dad standing there—cum dripping from his dick and Helga standing there with an EMAD in her hand—there was no explaining that way.
	Fear had welled up in her and sent her on her way.
	Girl Scout camp—humph!  Helga still found the notion of joining the lame group too funny.  No way in hell would she consider joining the lame merry group.  Boy scouts, though, was another thing to think about!
	For the moment, fear continued to propel her forward—the road forward was narrower going to Beaver Creek, Impossible Mine and the Lost Mine.  What lay ahead she had no idea.  She needed food, drink, and shelter (and clothes!)  Good sense, too!
	Some ways along the narrow road and the strong scent of wildflowers and wild weeds were overcome by the scent of fire—not a wildfire but camp-like fire!  Campfire meant people!  People at a campfire meant food!
	With no electronic mind altering device, though, she would have to resort to her city ways and street smarts to “acquire” sneakily what she needed.
	Her feet were sore, blistered, cut and scraped—as was pretty much the rest of her naked body.  On second thought, she should have stayed where she was (in her room) and took the yelling from her Mother—which wouldn’t be much cause in all her thirteen years—Helga had never heard her Mother yell.  Big Bob on the other hand…
	Being naked in her room, roaming about the house naked, out with those other kids skinny dipping, skinny dipping with Kim and having sex with a suddenly appearing stranger—that was all one thing.  Going ‘cross country butt bare ass naked was taking it a bit far.
	So she tricked her Dad into having sex with her—was that so bad?
	With her Dad, though, it hadn’t been with the ruse of the minding device; they had “engaged” merrily on their own—with Helga goading and coercing her Dad into the fanciful frolicking.  But to her Mother—and even to her Dad—the fact that she had an EMAD just overshadowed everything else.  Did she use the EMAD on him?  Even if Helga said she didn’t—there would always be doubt.
	There was no doubt, though, that she was close to a campfire.

	It wasn’t a campfire but a fireplace fire.
	The fireplace was attached to a cabin—a cabin in the woods off of the road apiece.  Huge trees surrounded the cabin, on each side were what once used to be a garden.  There was an outhouse out back; a well for water that was also piped into the cabin; a hitching post where there was also a coral nearby.  A chicken area with no chicken—chickens in a remote area such as the cabin’s placement was not a good idea.  Wildlife just LOVE free chickens!
	Also marking territory was the large military vehicle.
	It wasn’t the typical green of the military standard but yellow and red.  The only “green” was the canvas cargo cover.  It was one of those typical two-and-a-half ton trucks commonly used in the military services.  The hood covering the engine was yellow, the doors were red in color.  One yellow fender, one red.  The bumper was yellow, the undercarriage was rust and yellow.  The wheels were red as was the rear tailgate.  The roof was red.
	Five gallon galvanized water vessels were on each side outside the door just behind the cab.  Helga helped herself and washed her wounds—using the water tank that was not against the cabin.  The truck smelled of grease, oil, and mustiness.
	In the cab there was not much of use; a flashlight magnetized to the metal dashboard; some maps; a box of matches.  The cab was a custom made having an “extra” half cab behind the seats.  There, too, was a concealed pass-thru to the cargo area.  The concealment was that the pass-thru could not be seen from outside due to customization.  The cargo area was not the typical military style, either; it was a steel and metal construct with the canvass covering a ruse to make it look all the normal.
	Rags, bits of clothing, boxes containing unknown what, bedding material, fold-away tables, and cushions.  Helga could not find suitable clothing and feared being caught inside so she scrambled quickly to investigate the cabin.
	It was early morning, the sun had just broken the horizon.  The air was cool (cold—especially if you’re naked!)  Inside there were two fireplaces, one was in the living room with the other serving as the kitchen stove.  A large black pot was out from the kitchen fireplace; on the counter, in the sink, on an old-old wooden table were plates and bowls in need of cleaning.
 	There was some above counter cabinets, a sink with window, no appliances of any kind—mostly ‘cause there was no electricity of any kind.  There was an old fashioned water pump attached at the sink but other than that—no running water.

	In the living room were some peoples, mostly young people.
	A man and a woman, too.
	The woman was—huge.  Obese kinda-sorta, not really fat-fat as far as “fat” was concerned but she was an extra-extra large.  A pretty face, double DD 44s on her chest.  Big thighs, big arms, big tits—but she had a pretty face.  The man was kind of tall, needed a haircut, wore jeans and a wool woodsy shirt.  No shoes.
	The living had no furniture other than a large country sofa, extra large.
	Present were six girls and two boys.
	The oldest girl was about fourteen years young; next in line were two girls about twelve, then two girls about ten, and a wee girl about six or seven.  Of the boys, one was thirteen or so, the other about seven.
	All were clothed—for the moment.

*
Mack Knott Thanife
	Darth Vader calling in to Emperor to report destruction of Death Star
	“Uh, the Death Star’s been destroyed.”
	Emperor:  “WHAT!?  Are you serious!  Do you know how many banta dicks I had to suck to pay for that thing!”
	The radio station banter remaking popular movies faded in and out of reception as the lumbering military vehicle rebuilt to his specific specifications lumbered along the lone backwoods road.  
	“Sucked a lot of banta dicks myself,” mused Mack, former military truck driver, ‘took a lot shit, too!’
	Beside him the passenger seat was empty—in the half cab behind the main cab was a friend of his—a very large extra-large woman, Bell Notits.  A teenage girl, a preteen, an eleven year old and a wee little girl were asleep soundly therein, too.  In the cargo area were the boys Bobby and Toby, and the other eleven year old, a black girl, Tosha.
	Somewhere he had missed a turn; he wanted to come onto Route 3, but according to the metal road post, he was on Vicker Lane and Verdugo Hwy.  Three farm houses were about, the town he had tried to avoid direct contact with was a mile to his right.  The map he had was out of date, the road to his left went off to connect with another road that dumped into Somerset Hwy that led back to the beginning of town and the lone highway that led out of it of which he had just come in on!

	Frustrated he turned back towards town realizing that it was possible the signs had been turned—farm kids liked to do that.  That screwed everything up; and just before entering town he took a turn on a country lane, Country Lane Rd. and pulled up to a large turnout beside a country store to look at the map and consider if the posted road signs had been turned opposite—and his relation to where he was on Center Line Main of the town.
	When he looked up having no further clue than he did when he began, he saw a young girl.  She was nonchalantly walking across his view and held Mack’s attention and then some.  The side of the country store had a secondary ice box freezer; a pile of tires, an old antique washer, more tires, decaying pallets; an old porcelain toilet and sink; a pile of batteries on a pallet; more tires.  Behind the store was a generator and more tires.  Then a huge-huge overgrown field.  On the other side was a small service station-garage; then some homes and then some small rural country businesses.
	Cocking his head, Mack eyed the girl as she made way across the large gravely lot to the fence.  Across the road directly was an open field from the Main road and Country Lane Road forming a “lot”—an empty lot where a house once was but had burned to the ground years earlier and not replaced.  A small space of overgrown weeds separated the abandoned lot and the next lot which was a small country house—then a row of equally small houses ran along Country Lane Road all the way down to Rinkydink Way half a mile down.
	The little girl obviously lived in one of the ten houses or was going to visit someone—unescorted.  Shameful.  In this day an’ age it was just unwise even in a rural community for any child of any age to go wandering unescorted anywhere!
	Wearing a short checkered blue and white dress, blue ribbons in her hair, no shoes, wonderful curly brown hair, she got the attention of Mack Thanife.  
	Strangely, the little girl about seven or eight paused at the old white washed fence post; a creek ran in a large ditch and small handsized rocks she was throwing into the creek.  When she “bent over” to select another rock, a wisp of wind blew her pretty dress up revealing her panties.  It was too much for Mack to ignore—so he didn’t.  Looking security wise to the general store he fired the old truck up and very-very gently moved it to the road—and gritted his teeth when he grinded the gears.

	The first house on Country Land Road had it’s door closed, but there were windows.  The second house had huge trees in the front yard with the front door open having the screen door closed.  A big yellow lab lay in the front yard secured by an old rope.  It was too close security wise to risk what Mack was planning.  Anyone could be looking the windows at the strange military truck; but regardless—
	‘come here.’
	The little girl looked up, brushed back her hair over her ears and squinted looking up into the strange truck.
	‘get in.’
	The little girl didn’t rightly move right off; she stood squinting, holding her hair, contemplating.
	‘GET IN HERE!’ Mack demanded via the Electronic Minding Device he had.  The little girl wrinkled her nose, picked her panties out of her butt then climbed up into the big military style truck shutting the door.  Slowly, Mack eased thru the gears gently sliding into 5th and eased down the road to Rinkdink.
	The little girl was definitely pretty.
	‘what’s your name?’
	“Alice.” she said on wavering lips.
	“How old are you.”
	“Ten.” 
	Perfect.  Mack slowed at the stop sign—and a county sheriff’s car went patrolling on Rinkydink eastbound to the next road, Mineway.  Mack sigh, ‘goddamn it!’ that was the direction he was going to go.
	“Damn it all!” Mack bitched and turned the opposite way going in a direction not intended.  It wasn’t his area and he felt out of place not being familiar.  A mile down the road he turned onto another going a ways up it before his perverted need got the better of him and he pulled off the road onto the shoulder.
	A few houses were about—none were close and the area was field-field-meadow-field.  Evening was coming on and it was going to be a bit of a bitch to find the road he wanted in the dark.  But, be that as it may, he scooted along the bench seat pulling down the middle section backrest and pulling up the mid section seat.
	He wanted to wait until he was at the cabin—but he couldn’t “wait” any longer.  Alice sat still, near mindless, staring straight ahead thru the dingy dirty windshield unblinking, mouth partly open.  She was with small “knobs” and Mack fondled them.

	A brush of finger to her cheek, then down her arm.  The girl didn’t move and Mack smiled.  Then he caressed her thigh with hand on the outside of her dress—then he slipped that hand under the dress.  Nothing from the girl so Mack went on.
	‘put your legs up, feet on the edge of the seat.’
	Alice complied and Mack opened the legs looking the girl over more with scrutiny before hooking her legs with his arm bringing her legs back to her chest.  Lavender panties with a slight well worn spot on the left side hip.  The color had faded but they were still wearable.
	No holding back, the panties were slowly inched up her legs and held at her ankles locking them.  Mack Thaknife then began fingering the young girl’s pussy, determining its virginity status as well as shoving a finger up into her poop chute.
	Alice made a face—she would make many more before it was over.
	Mack freed his pent up cock, took Alice’s hand to his cock and had the young girl please him.  She was going to please him a lot more before it was over.
	Checking the area for security sake, then into the extended cab, Mack parted the girl’s legs and positioned himself between them.  Gently he pressed his manhood against her bald poon and got busy with the humping the virgin slit.  His cock was of normal size, average.  He gouged and glided, poked the dark tunnel; then with a swelling cock he began penetrating Alice’s pussy.
	The sound of a car approaching halted his progress.  Cum spurted out of his piss slit and darkness was coming on quickly.  Be damning an intruder, Mack pushed his hardened schlong into the girl’s virgin territory breaking thru its inner protector.
	Alice made an announcement of the violation but was still mindless.
	The car passed and Mack went part way into the girl.

	Laying Alice across his lap he spanked her.  Not too hard, but enough to change her lily white ass to a light shade of red and a slight sting to his hand.  His cock still ached and after fingering her asshole and lubing it up with a bit of petroleum jelly grease.  Then, his ever present hard-on went slowly invadingly into the virgin chute.
	The girl, sitting on his lap, grunted and made faces.
	“Another one!?” a voice called out from behind him.
	Mack clutched Alice’s ass, grinned and chortled, “Looks like.”
	As with the invasion to her pussy, Mack’s cock only went so far (in).
	A little more lovin’ and she was put out (clothed).

	Completely turned around and darkness coming on fast, Mack had a chore to get back to roads he knew.  Making a U-turn on small country roads wasn’t an easy thing to do—especially with near unseen ditches on either side concealed by heavy overgrowth.  The truck’s rear double wheels sunk to the axle causing a bit of a dilemma:  it was coming on dusk and a bad time to be in the middle of a country road crosswise.
	Frustrated, Mack had to get out and utilize the winch on the heavy duty front bumper and winch out using one of the many huge-huge oaks up the slight hill from the unseen ditch.  Once that was accomplished and the truck out of the ditch pointed in a direction not known he motivated the lumbering beast along slowly trying to re-gather his bearings.
	 In no way did he want to “go back” the way he had come—he wanted his great lumbering truck to be a faded memory.  Being seen twice would quite possibly stick in somebody’s craw—and that would be bad.  In no way did he want to throttle thru the middle of the township, either.  Backroads was the answer—but confusing.
	At the corner of Almond Orchard Way and Rinky Road…
	Not one but TWO country county sheriff cars were parked, one facing one direction the other the other direction so as the drivers could be driver’s door to driver’s door and converse without blabbing their conversation over the two-way.
	Mack shut off the Deuce’s noisy power plant and coaxed to a stop slanting off into the ditch that run alongside the road—but he wasn’t stuck.  The deputies yapped for ten more minutes then slowly pulled away with one following the other—going away from an impatient Mack.
	It was back onto familiar roads, Country Lane Road for one.  Slowly he cruised along—he didn’t like being seen twice but had no choice.  His heart froze as he saw one of the deputy cars parked at the general store alongside the outside ice freezer box.
	Putting the transmission into neutral he calmed the rumbling diesel engine and cruised slowly-slowly to the stop sign.  No turn signal, the bright amber light would be an eye catcher.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw the deputy sheriff car pull away kind of in a hurry and haul butt into town.  Mack sighed, ‘Whew!’ then made the turn and saw yet another little girl walking down Center Line.  There were some houses spread out with an empty house lot separating properties.  The young Subject was going to one of those dragging a stick along hitting empty cans into the creek in the ditch.
	Like a wildlife predator, Mack and his truck eased up on the girl, passenger side door open—‘get in here!’

	All the way down Center Line, then off onto a dirt road that he knew would empty onto Route 3 two miles later, Mack pulled up to some lone trees in the large overgrown field.  Evening type time was fast coming on; licking his lips he slipped his boots and pants off, then took Nadine Fausly’s eight year old hand and got her to please his cock.
	After a couple of minutes of being well stimulated he undone her pants himself and pushed them down to her ankles.  A half minute or so was spent caressing her thigh, then he moved the stunned near mindless girl to the common position—ass at the edge of the seat with her legs pushed back; knees to her chest.
	No word from anyone in the extended cab—all asleep.
	A nice cool breeze drifted into the cab; insects buzzed and night was approaching literally within minutes.  Nadine Fausly’s shirt was off; she wore a small halter to contain already budding breasts!  Mack was captivated by the small tatters; he fondled them, squeezed them and enjoyed them as much as he did the girl’s other enjoyable body part of delight.
	With only minutes before darkness, Mack pressed hard his hard cock to the eight year old’s pussy grinding-grinding-grinding against the virgin crotch.  She wore faded yellow panties that Mack grinded his cock against until finally at last (he could no longer hold back) he pulled the panties up to her ankles.  With that done, he got busy (busier) grinding his cock against the naked bald pussy.
	Nadine was completely mind locked—she made no facial expressions; not even when Mack breeched her cunny and drove his hard tool into her sex.  Thirty minutes was guessed before darkness; he had a choice to make but not wanting the entire county in uproar he stepped up his progress and deflowered the young girl, getting the head of his dick into her, breeching the hymen and fucking the girl until he creamed her.
	The release was pretty good—it would have been better had he been able to get ALL the way into her but he was satisfied with what he had managed.  Then it was attempt at poking her asshole—that wasn’t as successful as he would have liked.  If he had her to his own—eventually he would see his manhood buried to the hilt but he wasn’t planning on keeping her.  He did poke, finger, and gouge her pussy again; laying her across his lap he spanked her HARD, shoved the handle of a screwdriver into her asshole and eventually DID sodomize the girl before releasing her mind (and body).

*

	Turning off of Rural Rt. 3 and onto backroad Mineway Way from Rinkydink, Mack Knott Thanife slowed to make the turn to Last Country Rd.  Mineway Way and Last Country Rd. was pretty far out from the town Mack had used outer roads to circumvent.  His military truck was kind of conspicuous, the diesel engine power plant kind of unmistakably difficult to ignore.  It bothered him if anyone should remember his passing but he shrugged it off and slowed to seek out the turn off to his very remote cabin.
	Darkness was coming on fast and the “remote” road to his remote cabin would be easy to miss.  It wasn’t on the map and would be easy to overlook—no markings of any kind, no fences, fence posts, or even mailboxes.  No other properties were about the remote area—if something happened to you out here you were on your own.
	The only thing he had to go on would be the dirt road—as far as he knew it was the only one ten miles along from Mineway Way.  If he came to the railroad crossing then he had gone too far.  The woods were thick, the area completely remote and overgrown vegetation left and right.  An hour was left before the sun sank ‘neath the horizon and it would be damn dark damn fast.
	Slowing to just fifteen miles per the lone dirt road was finally found five minutes before sundown.  Relief!  And piss break!  After turning onto the road and going along to be just inside the tree line he stopped and shut off the truck’s engine.
	“You need to get out?” He asked of his passenger, Darla.
	“Yes.” she answered.  Mack eased out then helped Darla out who was an Double D extra-extra large woman.  She was 36 years young, a few inches from being six foot, and was Double D 44 sized titties.  And she was obese—not morbidly but she had more junk in the trunk then she oughta.  Mostly ‘cause she didn’t exercise.  The lack of exercise was due to an inability to do so—locked ankles from a birth defect.  Home life, fast food restaurants on every corner, life style, lack of will, etc. contributed to becoming a statistic and oversize.
	But she had a pretty face.
	Locked heels made walking difficult—it was unimaginable traversing in and out of a large vehicle such as the 2 ½ ton truck more commonly and affectionately known as a Deuce-and-a-half.  Once she was out, though, Mack turned and “whipped it out” proceeding to pee.

	Darla pulled her blue denim slacks down along with her panties, braced against the frame of the truck and did likewise.  A cool Fall breeze swept thru the boughs of the trees—the air was clear and sweet, fragranted by the heavy scent of wildweeds, roses, and various stinkweeds.
	After a fart, a scratch, a sidewise glance to Darla, Mack climbed back into the truck and turned on the light to the interior extra cab.  The group there squinted their eyes—they were “aware.”
	“Keep behaving.” Mack said warningly.  He smiled his quirky smile, then,
	“Anyone gotta pee?”
	Everyone.
	The oldest girl, Lucy Horsnitch, gulped and took Mack’s offered hand leading her out of the metal half box.  “Stand here—don’t move.” She was warned.  Lucy sighed and nodded.  She did look around at her surroundings, but beings as those surroundings were kinda dark—there wasn’t much to see.
	Anna Hanna and Madeline Saraee came nextly out of the truck—and told the same thing as Anna.  The youngest girl, Lydia Littlespunk, was handed out by the help of the others still in.  She had already wet herself but that was given, she was six years young!
	Mack stripped her wet pants and undies off, spread her legs and stood her on the running board of the truck—ogling her.  The other members of the truck emerged, removed their pants and underwear and if they were a girl, they stood with legs apart and peed.  If a boy—pretty much the same thing.
	Darkness and bugs began to come and with the darkness and being the Fall of the year it got cold damn quick way out in the middle of fucking nowhere.  Carrying her clothes, Lucy prepared to reenter the truck; she had to pause firstly, though, on the running board with her sex against Lydia’s face.  Mack smoothed his hand over the fourteen year old girl’s butt, a light spank, a finger gouge up the crack then a pat to the bare ass signaling her to go on.
	Twelve year old Anna Hanna came nextly and did the same thing—and the same thing was done unto her.  Mack stroked his manly manhood—it wasn’t massive by any means but a simple normal average sized schlong.  Darla’s eyesight was not as good as Mack’s was in the darkness—there was no moon but as her eyes had adjusted she could just see the naughty business Mack was into.

	After Anna, it was Madeline Saraee, she was eleven and Mack but his tongue to her ass (crack) as well as fingers.  Annette Angela came nextly; she was just ten years young and got more felt out than the others—a little spank and finger plunge into her asshole.  The girl gripped the hand grips of the truck—she was aware—very aware.  The man behind her ran his hands up and down her sides, reached around her and fingered her young pussy before parting her cheeks and driving his tongue to her asshole.
	With a pat to the ass she went on inside.
	Tosha Titscratch was eleven and black.  For eleven she was pretty tall, slender, creamy almost olive skin; long shoulder length raven black hair, soft eyes and very well mannered.  She stood facing the man with his penis throbbing hard before her.
	“Suck me.” he said to her.
	The naked girl sighed to herself then lowered herself to her knees.  Darla struggled to see in the pitch dark, the girl was black but she could just see a bobbing head.
	“It’ll be better once we’re at the cabin.” Mack told her.  He pulled out of Tosha’s mouth and fucked her face, then told her “get in the truck.”
	Tosha obeyed—then Mack went to the six year old still standing on the running board.  Clutching her to him he fingered her ass and held her tightly, kissing her then turning her so as her back was against his chest.  Then he carefully parted her legs and stepped up to Darla.
	“Go ahead,” he told her, “no one’s looking!”
	Darla looked around anyways—then leaned in to firstly finger the little girl’s pussy—then she licked it.

*

and then what happened?
	After a night’s rest,
	A bit o’ breakfast and lots of orange juice.
	And everyone was clothed!
	The interior of the cabin could of used some sprucing up—but some people prefer to be messy.  Mack was on of those people.  After breakfast it began; Darla occupied space at one end of the great country sofa that went along one whole wall and part of the other angle.  No end tables, no coffee tables—not even a plant!  On the floor was a mass of quilts, sleeping bags, blankets, and pillows.  The cabin was a one-room construct.
	“Who’s gotta pee?”
	Everyone.

	This time, though, to fulfill a depraved fantasy—
	Lucy Horsnitch, fourteen, stood and possibly thought she was going to go outside or something.  She wore a nice blue rumbled shirt, a Sunday churchy shirt with some design in it.  Blue jeans that were also “nice” (and tight!)  She was kind of tall for her age, lots of thick rich dark brown hair, small teeth, beautiful brown eyes and a very sweet smile.  She was soft voiced, played the guitar, spoke Spanish and French, and wasn’t enthused when her captor told her,
	“Piss in your pants.”
	The girl’s breath was taken, she quickly looked over everyone and was very muchly embarrassed.
	“Don’t hold back!” warned the man, Mack.  He stood rubbing himself and though the spying Helga Heely didn’t see a mind altering device, she assumed there was one in use or there had been.
	Lucy closed her eyes and stood among the other captives clenching her fists at her sides.  She looked like she was about to cry; then she gathered herself and began to pee in her pants.
	Mack Thanife smiled and rubbed himself harder.  Darla watched in utter awe.  Lucy sighed and held herself together somehow—the morning’s first piss was a big one and she was well wet.
	“Take off your pants—and panties.”
	Lucy nodded, she seemed—broken?  Disheartened?  She had trembling fingers but undone the jeans and pushed them down along with her panties, then stepped out of them—paused and stared at her captor who nodded and the girl undone her shirt and pulled it off along with her bra, too.
	Standing staring thru the man she waited.  The girls of the group either turned away to look at the fire in the fireplace, the floor, or the flickering shadows on the ceiling.  The two boys looked away but young Shaun being a mere seven years young couldn’t help but stare at the naked girl he sat behind.
	“Good,” said the man, “go sit down.”
	Lucy let out her breath, stepped out of her clothes and sat down on a pile of bedding she had just been under.
	Twelve year old Anna Hanna stood up next.
	“Take your pants off.” Mack told the young girl.
	Anna, twelve years young being thirteen years young in six months, had lovely mid shoulder length light honey brown hair, brown eyes, and fairly tan.  There was a single braid going over the top of her head with a red bow at the end of the braid.  The rest of her hair was nice and soft and well taken care of.
	Basic white panties, pink hem.  The girl stood almost holding her breath—she knew what was expected of her.  She looked almost to cry but somehow she managed to hold it—but not her bladder.  The piss stream was so hard it spewed thru the cotton garment and she tooted, too.
	Greatly embarrassed the girl blubbered but still kept from bawling.
	“Excellent!” quipped the man lusting heavily at her.  “Take ‘em off and go sit down.”
	Anna’s lips trembled but she slipped her wet panties off and went to sit by Lucy.
	Madeline Saraee came up next, she didn’t hold back the tears and asked blubberingly, “Why?” she had short britches already pissed in and be damned the warning she (and the others) had been warned to by their captor to keep cool, behave, bla-bla-yada-yada—Madeline bawled and begged.
	“One--” said the man waving a fingering daringly to the whimpering girl.  That didn’t help, she fell to her knees cringing and clinging to herself.
	“Two--”
	The girl wailed all the more shaking her head.
	“THREE!” and quickly grabbed the girl pinning her to the sofa and wailing on her ass with terrific (horrific) swats.  Bobby Barns, thirteen, bolted up and charged the man—and got bitched slapped for his efforts sending him cartwheeling backwards smacking the floor and skidding to the rock base fireplace.
	Lucy jumped up nextly—the man stopped his beating of Madeline and pulled out of his pocket a small handheld device.  Aiming it at the charging Lucy he activated it.  The girl immediately began twitching and shrieked falling to the floor to continue twitching (and peeing) a little more.
	No one else tempted fate and huddled together crying.
	Darla herself was crying and cuddled up into herself on the sofa.
	“I will have order,” said Mack, “or I will have your ass!”
	Not so nicely did he sling Madeline back to the group and told Bobby to “get your fuckin’ ass over here!”
	The boy threw off the effects of being tossed back and came up to the man who promptly told him to “take ‘em off!”
	The thirteen year old wanted to be a man—but at the moment he was a boy—a very young frightened boy and stripped off his clothes.  Then he laid over the arm of the sofa and took a horrendous ass beating—followed by a rough ass fucking.
	Bobby Barns yelled out his distress but took the rough ass fucking; mouth open, bobbing his head, clenching his entire body, his cock and balls pressed against the sofa arm…

	When the fuck was done, Mack stood back and spanked the boy’s ass firstly with his soiled cock and then with his bare hand scolding the boy as well as the rest of the cringing group,
	“You’ve been warned!” he said holding his tone, “You’ve been told what will happen to you if you do not mind me!”  he seemed genuinely angry.  Picking up Bobby’s underwear he wiped his soiled schlong pushing the boy not so nicely back to the others.
	“Now,” he said regaining some composure—“do we start over or pick up where we left off?”
	Madeline gulped—she had started the whole upset with her defiance and asking “Why?” when told to strip down her britches.  She, too, had gathered herself and stood up nervously, clenched her fists and moved to where the others had left their clothing.
	“Ready?” Mack asked.
	Madeline nodded and slowly inched down her off-pink knee length pants.  Bright yellow panties greeted everyone—she stood nervously waiting, not sure what to do nextly.
	Mack stood with his cock out mostly hard and mostly clean.  He mulled something over, then slowly nodded his head,
	“You gotta pee?” he asked.
	Madeline nodded that she did.
	“Then take ‘em off—and pee.”
	Madeline slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y pushed her panties down, stepped out of them, spread her legs, and peed.  Behind her, Bobby stared at the girl’s ass, cocked his head and watched with some awe as the girl peed pissing onto the piled clothes from those who had previously stood there and peed.
	Slowly and did Bobby get wood.
	After her pee, the girl stood uncertain, waiting.
	“Go sit down.” the man said stroking his cock.
	On the sofa sat Darla totally in awe.
	“Who’s next?”
	Annette Angela.
	Annette Angela had lovely brown hair, short to her shoulders and a lot of it.  Pretty little earrings, a kiddie watch, a yellow bandana in her lovely hair, a sweet smile, glossy lip gloss.  She was frightened and had already pissed her pants earlier.  She still had to “go” though and stood up facing the man with his exposed cock—it was her first live viewing a cock and it held her attention greatly.

	Annette wore britches similar to Madeline, but they were denim and just below the knee.  The britches were pushed down and she tooted as she did so.  She couldn’t hold the pesky fart in and was horribly embarrassed.
	More embarrassment was to come, though; blue panties, light blue with dark blue flowers all over them.  The panties were already soaked with her pee; there, too, was another “stain” to add to her embarrassment.
	The panties were slid down her short ten year old nimble legs and a small gusher of pee soiled the garment pile.  Then,
	“Turn around, face ‘em.”
	The usually very polite and modest ten year old turned about and faced the rest of the group.  Then she was handed a bottle of water.
	Annette drank the water, then drank some orange juice.  Tosha Titscratch, eleven, had to “go”, too, but had to wait for Annette.  Little Lydia had already peed and then some.  Bobby and Toby Shaun had to pee but would wait, too.
	It took the better part of twenty minutes before young Annette was able to “go” again.  It wasn’t much but it was enough apparently to satisfy the naughty man behind her.
	“You can go sit down.” he told her in a calm voice.
	Tosha sighed and didn’t rise up so quickly knowing it was her turn.  During the long wait—she couldn’t hold it and peed anyways.  She wore purple leggings with a mid-thigh length sun dress.
	“Take it off.” The man said indicating the dress.
	The eleven year old paused timidly but managed to summon up her courage and pull off the dress.  There was a halter serving as a bra—and marks across her back.
	The purple leggings were tugged down but not her black panties.
	At first the young pre-teen stared a the man’s eyes, then she lowered her own eyes to latch onto the man’s erection.  She gulped, shuddered, and tried to keep her errant breathing in check.
	She couldn’t pee.
	A bottle of water was offered and it was clear that—behind her, young Bobby had to “go.”  He would have to wait his turn—first was Tosha!
	One bottle of water, some orange juice, and a can of soda later (along with thirty minutes) and the eleven year old black girl finally had enough liquid to piss out her smooth poon a small gusher of pee.
	She was way thankful not to have to turn and face the others and pee for them, too.  The standing to wait for her bladder to process her liquid intake had been a bit much.  After sitting, Bobby got to present himself.
	“Strip,” said the man, “everything.”
	Bobby nodded and removed all of his clothes.  His thirteen year old cock was lily white, hard, and the boy had a decent body (for thirteen years young!)  A nice head of blond hair, blue eyes, no marks or marrings.  On Tosha her ass also had marks along with her thighs—she was a girl who was physically abused by an abusive parent.
	Bobby had a hard time peeing—with such an erection taking a piss was a difficult thing to do.
	“Do you play soccer?” he was asked.
	“Oh, yeah—uh, yes, yes I do!”
	“What position?”
	“Forward, sometimes a Sweeper.”
	“What’s your favorite subject?”
	“English, I guess.”
	“You like to write or read?”
	“I like to read.” Fantasy books, not much into the mainstream-modern day genres.  He liked to write and focused on writing the genre he liked to read.  Other than soccer, he liked to go hiking, mountain bike riding, and golfing.
	As the conversation went on—Bobby Barns’ cock softened—which was the point of the convo.  When Bobby noted his once erection was lacking in strength he sighed and shrugged saying to Mack,
	“I-I’m ready I guess.”
	The man smiled and nodded and Bobby began to pee.

	For being merely six, little Lydia Littlespunk was an amazing child; she had wet herself of course, but on her own got up when it was her turn and took some water.  Lucy and Anna stared at the girl—and mostly to the man with some disdain (a LOT of disdain!)  
	After the spunky little six year drank her fill of water and then some juice she stripped off all of her clothes and stood facing the group.  Minutes later after singing a kiddie song, telling what school she went to, her teachers, how far she could count and recite National poems, she peed.
	Toby Shaun had also wet himself, after getting out of his clothes completely he also had a different attitude about being kidnapped, being in a horror filled atmosphere.  He drank water and juice and peed almost happily all over the pile of already thoroughly soaked wet/pissed on clothes.
	“Pick ‘em up, toss ‘em outside.” 
	Lucy slowly moved but picked up the pissy clothing taking them to the backdoor and tossing them out.  When she returned she was gestured to go back and sit where she had been.

	Then, the man stripped off his own clothing and his fat female friend pulled off her own.  The man still had a raging hard-on and after he took a long look over the naked group assembled on the pile of clothing—he sat down and nodded to little Lydia who came up indifferent to her situation.
	The man greeted her, took her by her hands drawing her in between his legs where he then let go her hands and placed his hands to her delightful little ass.  Lydia firstly put her hands on the man’s legs—then, then she put her hands about his amazing cornholing prong and played with it.
	Then,
	Darla’s eyes bulged as she watched her friend take the little girl across his lap and begin spanking.  Not hard by no means—just enough to make the “slap” spank sound and not enough to even turn the lily white ass any shade other than lily white.
	After a few spanks the girl was stood up, hugged, fingered, then positioned on the sofa with her legs spread wide; legs up along Mack’s chest.  The man gouged his seriously hard cock against her young poon to the point of what looked like penetration.  He didn’t penetrate but it LOOKED like he did (or was attempting.)
	There then was a sudden explosion of cum.
	And once the blast of hot goo was spewing there was no stopping it so an ungodly amount of jiz was deposited onto the little spunky girl’s spunk receiver—with Mack gouging Lydia’s slit ever more with a more stronger appearance of penetration.
	When all the spunk had been delivered; he sat back panting some, sweating a lot, and motioned for his friend, Darla.
	The very large DD woman moved with some effort to be on her knees and up against Mack.  Mack held Lydia’s legs up and back and Darla “went down” on the little girl lapping up the fresh spilled spillage.
	“Oh my God!” blurted Lucy.  The other members of the group were just too stunned to speak.
	Mack’s cock went a little flaccid—being a little overworked will do that.  He fingered little Lydia—then sitting up on the sofa (still holding her legs) put his limp dick into her mouth.  Darla continued to lick/lap the child’s cunny.  
	Spying Helga suddenly had a revelation—she knew the woman licking the six year old’s pussy.  Well, not personally, but she was in the news recently—being sought for the “disappearance” and subsequent murder mishap of another little girl about the same age as Lydia!  Helga didn’t know the details—she wasn’t into news reports, but she knew how to find out!

	But first!
	After some face fucking of Lydia Littlespunk, and only a half hearted hard-on, Mack Thanife sat onto the sofa the right way; little Lydia went scampering off to the others and little Toby Shaun was called for.  The seven year old scampered up and was taken onto the lap of Mack.  His little legs were straddled over the naked man’s legs and lightly his little puddling was played with.
	The group watching, mostly the older kids, gasped as down went the fat naked woman sucking on Toby’s dong.  She fingered herself as she slurped the little boy’s organ into her mouth; the man the little boy sat on who had had a limp flaccid dick slowly got excited and thusly an erection was eminent.
	Mack caressed the little boy; smoothing his hand all over the naked little boy all the while naked fat chick Darla sucked and sucked and sucked the lad’s cock and balls.

	The day was getting on and Helga was getting hungry—and three times she had to move less become sun scorched.  Inside the cabin, merriment al la immorality continued—
	Lucy came up to ride Mack’s stallion; she settled firstly on his lap taking his manhood straight into her sex.  Mack gripped the girl’s very nice ass and plowed her while she rode the hairless pony; her breasts very nicely rubbed against him perpetuating his illicit joy.  Everyone watched in awe—and double that when the girl was repositioned.
	Though the group had pretty much seen Lucy naked, it still was an eye opener as the fourteen year old was turned around with her legs spread out over the naked man’s legs.  The naked man’s cock went up into Lucy’s asshole.
	Then,
	After some ass plunging, the man’s cock popped out and went into Lucy’s cunt where there was a dramatic fuck fest until the cum off.  It was an incredible sight to see—the man’s cock slamming up into Lucy’s pussy.  Lucy lay against the man, her arms stretched out with her hands gripping the back cushions of the sofa just enduring the fuck.
	The “fuck” cumulated with a dramatic reverent fury as Mack struggled to cross the threshold that was orgasmic.  A huge blast of cum exploded into Lucy’s pussy with a second blast spilling out onto the girl’s quim.  Darla went straightaway to her friend’s dick; sucking on the shaft as well as lapping up all the spillage on Lucy’s cunt.

	Another round of peeing—this time one at a time and outside.
	Some had to do a Number Two, too.
	Those who had to do a Number Two (Lucy, Madeline, Tosha, and Bobby) stood up, legs spread, bent over, and did the business necessary.  Afterwards, for a bit of a stretch of the legs they were—one at a time, escorted out into the woods and then back.  Even fat Darla made way outside and into the woods.
	Then there was lunch.
	Then everyone came out and went into the woods for a hike.  Helga waited—waited—and on hearing pesky bees scrambled nakedly into the cabin.  She could already feel her skin burning but that would have to be dealt with later.  Quickly she scurried about the ice chests grabbing fruit, ice, lunch meat, and soda.  Keeping a careful eye on the backdoor that had a small window in it the lunch was scarfed down quickly.
	She had given little thought to her plight; to go home and face the music or keep going?  Having no idea WHERE to go—staying put was another option.  Going naked was one thing to do at home or skinny dipping; but clothing did have a purpose—especially shoes!
	The cabin would be alright—if the naughty man and his group would leave.  She realized, too, that she would need food.  Nature food wouldn’t cut it; processed foods, snack foods, normal foods cooked by someone else just weren’t found in nature.
	Running away wasn’t as cracked up as it seemed.
	Mack and his group returned and Helga fled out the front door and to the military truck.  Once inside the cabin, Mack and his group took a deserved nap.  Helga sat on the other side of the truck contemplating her next move.