August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Fifty Two
The Oops Factor

Can we say Oops?  (thought you could)
	The Brady Paradox
	On the night of the social engagement party—Dora Danebrook, Cynthia Shellback, Lea Cumstuck, all bailed on their babysitting duties due to conflicts of time management and other “I don’t wanna” excuses.  That left Mike and Carol Brady stuck with no babysitter on Mike’s big night out with his new wife of sixteen months.
	While contemplating their options—which were none, they were confronted by their two oldest children, Greg and Marsha.  
	“Mom, Dad,” announced Greg revving up his courage, “we have a solution to your babysitting problem.”
	“You do?” said a surprised Carol, new mother of sixteen months to Greg.
	“We’ve called everyone we know,” said Greg’s bio Dad, Mike, “you know someone we don’t?”
	“Kinda,” Greg said feeling sheepish but still trying to assert himself, “us.”
	Marsha, standing shoulder to shoulder with her brother one year older than herself, nodded quickly but anticipated a fight with her parents.
	Mike and Carol were awed at the proposal and looked to one another.
	“I don’t know if you’re old enough.” Carol said thoughtfully wondering.
	“How old is Lea?” Greg asked.
	“And Dora, Cynthia?” added Marsha.
	Mike thought thoughtfully, “Uh, well, uh,--”
	“I’ll tell ya,” Greg said swelling up his assertiveness, “Lea is thirteen, so is Dora and Cynthia.” and he let it ride.
	Carol looked to Mike, Mike nodded and realized his goof.
	Greg was thirteen, Marsha a year younger but only by a few months.
	So after the long spiel about “Don’t open doors”, “answer phone telling whoever that the parents weren’t home”, “emergency numbers”, and so on and on and on.
	Finally, the parental units left.
	Greg and Marsha exhaustedly slumped against the big double green front doors and slid down to the floor shaking their heads in awe of their parents.
	“I don’t know how we’re ever going to raise them!” Greg said sarcastically.
	“Me, either!” complained/agreed Marsha.
	Then,
	Greg slid up the door, stretched, fondled himself, then faced his sister who remained on her butt.  There were other kids in the house; Jan, Peter, Bobby, and Cindy who was sick with a cold upstairs in bed.  The house of Brady was a 1960s style layout, two floors, multi bedrooms and bathrooms, big backyard, nice.
	The girls were of Carol’s and the boys were from Mike’s sperm.  Both their spouses had died; as it turns out, though—Carol’s husband was the best friend of Mike.  Carol was a secretary of the church Mike’s company was designing architecturally speaking.  Mike’s best friend was the associate pastor of that church.  Small world.
	Marsha slowly stood up, mouth open a little in awe and curiosity.  Then,
	Blinking her eyes, cocking her head just a little, she began unbuttoning her dull orange shirt.  Marsha was just a few months into her twelfth year, a little on the plain side, kind of reserved, very affirmed in her female sexuality and burgeoning womanness; she was a staunch advocate for woman’s rights and independence.  Pretty much made her a bitch sometimes and she had to be curtailed by her mother who brought her around to the fact that she was a “girl” and had little idea what it was to be a “woman” in the world.
	Greg—Greg was a little dorky and sometimes geeky.  He was thirteen and still looked twelve.  A little clumsy in basketball and no good at all in football and fair at best in baseball.  He was a pretty good photographer, though.
	He was also horny-horny-horny.
	Horny for every girl in his class, in his neighborhood, and with the new addition of siblings—three sisters yet, his horny level exceeded all levels.  More than once did he get panties back in his laundry.  Not too often but a few times since the family blended did he see his sisters in their underwear and less than that naked—usually little Cindy.  Jan, two months into her eleventh year, was more easy going and “allowed” Greg to see her in various stages of undress—from panties to nakedness.
	After Marsha had undone her orange-ish shirt, she pulled it off and then removed her bra covering her small apple sized breasts.  Greg pulled off his shirt and then pants and underwear.  Marsha stood in her basic white panties and Greg had wood.
	Then, Marsha reached out her hand and took holt of her brother’s schlong.
	After which she began stroking said schlong.
	Both brother and sister stood in what could be described as a near mindless state of being.  They stared into one another’s faces blankly but followed thru with the actions dictated to them.  (that’s a hint there, folks…)

	After much stroking and Greg much ready to cum, Marsha moved to her knees; she kissed her brother’s cock head, squeezed her fingers about his average thirteen year old cock at the base to stretch the cock—then kissed the glistening knob before pressing her lips down around the bulbous bone before proceeding with the full out and out engulfing.
	Two—three—four minutes worth of sucking and the girl leaned her head back slurping/smacking her lips.  She was a plain sort of girl as previously stated; long golden hair in a long-long pony tail.  When she stood up, she embraced her naked brother and they both hugged with Greg caressing his sister’s backside and mostly her ass.  then,
	It was over to the sofa whereupon Marsha laid herself over the overstuffed arm of the sitting device.  Behind her, Greg paused a moment to gander at her panty clad ass before landing a hand to her ass in a spanking type manner.  That ass, though young, was delicious to Greg.  Aside from Jan giving him peeks now and then at nakedness and seeing little Cindy naked—Greg had not seen a girl naked and had very little idea of what a girl without her clothes on looked like.
	Another swat, then another, and another.  Each swat encompassed a different area of Marsha’s ass.  Then, Greg tugged the basic white panties with a floral print, down revealing a nice-nice twelve year old ass lightly discolored from its normal lily white status.  More spanking followed followed by Marsha prying her cheeks open and Greg firstly poking his sister’s asshole with his rock hard cum squirter.
	That was followed by fingering Marsha’s asshole followed by tonguing.
	Full out and out anal penetration came nextly—with Greg cumming in just over two minutes.  He gripped his sister’s ass hips and “got after it.”  Thrusting deeply into the virgin hole, Greg reeled with the new feeling that transcended the joy of self pleasuring.  When he pulled out (after cumming off) he sunk within himself and furiously fondled his cock while eyeing his sister’s asshole.  Marsha’s shitter was wide-wide open but slowly closing back to normal squeezing out her brother’s cum.
	Into the bathroom the two went for a quick refreshing shower.
	More cock play as well as anal.
	Then they dressed and after leaving the bathroom went to the family room.
	In the Family Room, Bobby lay on his back on the floor, feet up on one of the sofas watching cartoons on the television while playing with a toy on his chest.  He was a cute little fart of seven.  Middle boy, Peter, was deeply enthused with a science project of exploding volcanoes on a far distant planet where androids and dinosaurs duked it out to the last gasp.  Middle girl, Jan, lay out on the other sofa yapping to a girlfriend.
	Greg, in an almost defining “I’m in charge” voice, decreed the younger siblings to “go to bed”.  
	No one paid him much attention so he had to assert himself some more with Marsha getting onto Jan.  Still, though, Bobby, Peter, and Jan continued to ignore their older siblings irking said older siblings.
	“Mom and Dad wont be happy to hear about this.” Greg said to the defiant ones.
	“You’d squeal on us?” Peter squelched.
	“It’s time for bed,” Marsha said supporting her brother, Greg, “you wouldn’t pull this if it were Mom and Dad.”
	Greg nodded and held his sister’s hand.
	Bobby sighed, farted, giggled about farting and before running out of the room stood motionless.  His brother, Peter, finished what he was doing, a school project; then, like his sibling, stood motionless.
	Jan expressed her contempt for her older siblings but hung up the phone without sitting up.  She then, like her brothers, became still, motionless, lifeless, mindless.
	Marsha once more removed her top, bra, pants, and panties.
	Greg stripped to his skin and stood with a mighty erection.  That erection became even more pronounced as he went to Jan laying out on the 1960s style sofa (multi shade green in an odd geometric design) and helped hold her legs back.  The pretty eleven-ish year old was in a blue polka dot long blouse that came down to her thighs almost being that of a dress.  Powder blue panties were for Greg’s viewing pleasure and he did view!
	Meanwhile, Bobby and Peter were out of their clothes, too!
	And it got better.
	Peter got on his back on the floor; Marsha positioned herself (sex) on him (on his face directly); Bobby, seven years young, sat on the sofa with his young legs WIDE open, giggling; Marsha sucking on the smallish wang of Bobby.  Peter placed his hands onto his naked/naughty sister’s ass and happily cunt munched.
	Meanwhile, Greg held Jan’s eleven year old legs up eyeing her candy box.
	For eleven, Jan had smallish-smallish titties barely requiring a bra of any kind but a Triple A.  Marsha really wasn’t that much better at twelve.  Jan also, though, had the better luxurious hair, a little longer and with a little bit more style.  (she also had the better butt!)
	Greg smoothed his hand on Jan’s thigh a few times up and down; then he hooked his fingers into the crotch of her panties and pulled them up her legs.  A nice beginning patch of pubes there was to Jan’s snatch.  Greg smiled and stroked himself—then removed the girl’s panties from her ankles and positioned himself between her legs.

*
The ability of sensing sensibility
	The ability of sensing sensibility suggests sensual suggestions suggestably surrounding surreal situations supposing studded surreptitious schnooks serendipitously sopping sesquipedalian supposed souls searching silently sleeping sheep squirreling shenanigans straightly shoeing sinewy silver sloths schlepping socioeconomical sophisticated schlums sordidly shirking sixty shapely scorned scalded squatters superciliously.
	Zow!
	‘straddle her chest.’
	The little lamplight by the bed gave off a low light shedding just enough of that low light onto the bed and the sleeping girl in it.  There seemed to be no compunction whatsoever with the naked Greg.  Willing, so it seemed, he had fucked two of his three sisters.  He had spanked them, came off in their virgin pussies AND assholes AND been in their mouths.  Now he was straddling the chest of his youngest non-bio sibling, Cindy.
	Cindy had a cold and was doped up on medications—totally-totally unawares of having her pajamas removed AND her underwear.  At six and a half years young—she was a cutey.  She had a lisp problem but the most adorable face and blue eyes ever!  That curly ultra curly blond hair, lily white skin, innocent persona all paved the way to ultimate cuteness.
	And Greg Brady had no qualms about stripping her down, licking out her delicate pussy, fingering said pussy, then straddling her chest pressing his cock against her lips and then—THEN pressing his cock into her mouth!  No scruples, no regrets, no second thoughts.
	With his hand behind her little blond head, Greg brought the child up to his cock to kiss it—to kiss and then take into her mouth.  On the bed next to the window, Jan’s bed, Jan lay out nakedly fingering herself staring up to the ceiling.  The first bed, the one closest to the bedroom door, lay the naked Marsha also fingering herself and also staring mindlessly to the ceiling.
	Greg had already cum in Marsha’s asshole, twice!
	Then, he had breeched Jan’s pussy and came off there.
	Then he had fucked the girl in the ass as a finale.
	But then there was little Cindy.  Cumming off in her mouth was a no-go.  He tried, though; the desire was there, the stimulus was there—but the sperm factory was closed—he needed a bit o’ rest.  A little frustrated he climbed off the girl and went to Marsha.  He hadn’t been in her pussy yet.  Yet.
	While Greg slid his smoldering schlong into Marsha’s lovely cunt,
	Dmitri Tsugua sat on Cindy’s bed fingering the little girl’s cunt.
	Thing was, though, someone was watching him do it!
	Ever get that feeling that “you’re being watched?”
	At the last moment, Dim whirled and saw someone at the girls’ bedroom door in the darkness of the hall.  Dim was still recovering from his EMAD overload illness and sudden movements like “whirling” wasn’t a good thing and made him dizzy.  He maintained himself and used the overworked EMAD that had been on “vacation” for some days on “whoever” was in the hallway spying on him.
	With his heart racing, skin sweating, he made way to the hallway to find Mr. Brady standing with his cock out of his pants—and it was hard AND dripping cum!
	What the hell!?
	Then,
	In Mr. Brady’s right hand was a device similar to Dmitri’s!
	Sweet sorry son-of-a-bitch!
	Double whammy.
	Dmitri was confused.
	Big time.
	What did this mean?
	It was cause to pause.

Who’s minding whom?	
After the pause—
	After the pause, Dim determined that Mr. Brady had been also mind controlling his family.  Carol was found in Mr. Brady’s den downstairs.  Mr. Brady had an EMAD.  A minding device, an electronic mind altering device; it shocked and rocked Dmitri.  He shook his head in wonderment and tried to think it thru.
	Who was controlling whom?
	Dim didn’t think he himself had been controlled—but then again, maybe he was!  Those he himself had controlled had no idea that they had been so it was possible—very possible.
	He didn’t like it.
	Inasmuch as he had declined taking Simon Wrightright as a “sidekick” there was a strong denial about taking Mr. Brady on.  No way—no how.  But, the man had potential.  Dim didn’t know the man all that well but the man had potential.
	‘do you want to fuck Marsha?’ an inquiring mind wanted to know.
	“Yes.” replied Mr. Brady.  That was a given.
	‘and Jan, too?’
	Another affirmation and another assumed assumption.
	Cindy, as well.
	Dim paused again with his thoughts all jumbled and mumbled.  

	Mind manipulation was still a bugger for Dim; he knew the basics of how to insert his own wicked desires but still—it was a bugger to do it (and make those wicked desires stick.)  Uncovering secrets, too, was a neat trick.  Then there were the choices—too many minds to go to.  Whose mind to fuck with first?  The boys, the girls?  Mike?  Carol?  It was for sure than Mike wanted to be nasty with his family, specifically the girls.  What about the boys?  What about Carol?  And Did Carol want anything from her new sons?
	Of Greg, he was actually kind of naïve.  He was virtually a daily masturbator but didn’t whack off in the presence of his brothers.  There was the issue of Morning Wood to contend with and whenever he saw one of his sisters in their sheer nightgowns, their panties, swimsuits, OR naked—he got wood.
	The mere scent of a girl—wood.
	The mere sight of a girl in skimpy swimwear—wood.
	A girl in short-shorts; halter top; revealing areas of her body—wood.
	The mere thought of a girl—wood.
	With Marsha—for damn sure he wanted to fuck her brains out.  
	Jan was a weird chick—Greg wanted to get into her, too; and as it turns out, Jan was willing to let him do it!  Cindy was too young to think about sexual interludes—but Greg—Greg had deep desires to be naughty with her.
	No ideas or stray thoughts whatsoever had Greg about being naughty in any way with his brothers.  Cant say the same for the boys’ Dad, Mike.  Mike very muchly wanted to blast a hot load of splooge onto Marsha’s face; Marsha’s face, pussy, and asshole!  Like son Greg, Mike wanted to “fuck Marsha’s brains out.”  And along with the “fucking her brains out”; Mike also wanted to enjoy some spanking, oral, and anal sex, and to see Marsha (Jan and Cindy, too!) go naked about the house.
	Marsha had no desires to go “naked” outside her bedroom and bathroom.
	Only recently had Marsha discovered the pleasures of “self-pleasuring.”
	Greg was “ok”; his brothers were annoying.  There was some private debate on whether or not she “cared” for them; there was no animosity or hatred for them but there, too; no love.
	Would she like to see Greg naked?
	Actually, Yes!
	But not in a sexual mode.
	During their time together as a blended family, Marsha HAD seen little Bobby naked AND Peter!  But again, not in a sexual mode as they had been exiting the bathroom from a shower or she had been passing by their room and bathroom and the door not all the way closed.
	No sexual thoughts to her sisters.
	One thought, though, to her new Daddy.
	What the “thought” was about her Daddy was about the same as it was about Greg—curiosity.  She had seen Greg naked but only by a glimpse as he stood in his bedroom and she sorta-kinda wanted to see her new Daddy the same way.  Just being curious.
	Jan—Jan-Jan-Jan.  The quirky girl had little knowledge about sex, sex acts, sexual positions, anything regarding sex.  But at eleven she really should know only the basics.  There was embarrassment to deal with, giddiness, and mild curiosity that was healthy and legal.  Seeing Greg naked out and out in her immediate presence would be “no big deal.”
	‘would you like to be naked with him?’ while he himself was nude, too?
	That changed things up a bit—she wasn’t sure.  
	‘would you like to see your new Daddy naked?’
	Jan’s curiosity and Devil May Care attitude began to crumble and wane.
	As for Cindy—she saw Bobby nude quite often, a couple of times of Peter, and a glimpse of Greg a couple of times.  No big deal.  A slight curiosity factored in but that was normal and typically accepted.
	Mr. Brady wanted to shoot loads of hot spunk onto Jan’s face.  A strong-strong desire to spank her bare bottom, too.  He regarded her as too young to fuck out and out—but—BUT he wouldn’t mind trying (if she was willing and would let him.)
	However, with the EMAD—he knew that he could “fix” her mind paving the way to allow him to breech her young openings without much thought against it.  To have her willingly allow him was something, though; he wanted his girls to “willingly” allow him to have his way with them.
	And he wanted to see Greg fuck the girls, too!
	Hmmm
	Carol Brady had some narly thoughts and desires—for Greg!
	Slight desires for Peter and Bobby, too!
	Of Greg, Carol wanted him to bone her.  Of Peter, she wanted him to hump on her and slip his eleven year old cock into her and perhaps do so at the same time his brother, Greg, was doing her!
	And of the young Bobby—she wanted to suck his dick!
	Amazing!
	Armed with that nifty knowledge—Dim determined that all he needed to do was to free up the family and allow them to go about their business as usual but with their sexual inhibitions discarded.  The thing about Mr. Brady, though, annoyed Dimitri.  He didn’t know what to do about him.  The man had seen Dim manipulating Greg and Marsha, and the others.  He had seen Dim equally having his way with the family—but was he allowing it, getting off on it, OR using his EMAD to put Dim thru the motions?
	Or was Mr. Brady using the EMAD to keep himself invisible as Dim himself had done a few times?  That was more likely.  It didn’t make things any better and still gave cause for Dim to worry and wonder.  It was a security issue.  Dim wanted to be secure in his doings—trust no one; have a back-up plan; know your enemies and know your enemy’s enemies.

*

What’s a little incest among friends?
	Before entering the private den—she farted.  Not a loud fart but a ripper just the same.  She fanned the soiled air behind her before stepping fully into the den where her (new) Daddy worked at his drafting board.  It was late at night and Marsha Brady was on a mission.
	Mike Brady worked tenaciously on some new plans for a building then became aware of his daughter.  Slowly he turned,
	“What are you doing up so late?” he asked.  (a few minutes before midnight)
	Marsha shrugged and leisurely made her way to him.  She wore a just-below-the-knee night gown; light green, no frills, practically see thru.  Mike was highly interested.  When Marsha got right up to him, smiling, trying to be herself, then slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y pull the nightgown up—Mike’s grin and admiration of his nearly teenage daughter turned.  Quickly and did he look all around the dimly lit den.  Licking his lips nervously he peered into those dark corners—the only light was the one on his drafting table.
	Was something amiss?
	Was there just himself and Marsha in the room?
	There was no EMAD on his person or even NEAR his person—it was locked away somewhere else (safe & secure.)  He knew—he just knew that it his daughter was not acting on her own.  Dim was almost certain that he had been able to nip Mr. Brady’s mind about what had happened days earlier in the girls’ room.  There was still the hashing of whether or not to make friends with Mike and let him in on his (Dim’s) nasty business.  It was certain that the man would be cool about it and they would both share the joys of Marsha, Jan, and Cindy.
	‘it’s alright,’ cooed Dim feeling sheepish and having unexplainable misgivings, ‘you like seeing Marsha naked.’
	During the “off-time” of the EMAD in the past few days, Dim had made some adjustments and additions—a self-liquefied cooling unit and a capacitor.  It was assumed that the Device took a heat shit previously causing it to auto-shut down so the unique cooling device over the CPU might just help.  Might.  It was hope.  Dim noted the various components in the minding device’s inner workings; a memory board, a processor, circuitry, capacitors, resistors, and so on.
	With his knowledge of electronics it was deemed that the unit had simply overheated.  With the heat dissipation and capacitor, some additions here and the unit was deemed ready for use.
	Mike Brady remained on the defensive.
	Marsha, all glossy eyed with wonderment, had raised her nightgown enough to reveal her nakedness—no panties!  (earlier, up in her room, Dim had had the girl slip her panties off.  Then, in the hallway, on her hands and knees, Dim licked out her asshole, fingered (and licked) her pussy, then fucked her.  Previously, Greg had slipped his brotherly love tool into the girl’s poon, so had Peter AND Bobby!)
	Now it was Mike’s turn.
	Mike shook his head to clear it, reared back, and looked very nearly as if he were about to spew and blow chunks.  According to the EMAD’s readouts, there was a fluctuation and not a total one hundred percent brain wave capture of Mike Brady.  That was bad.  That was a concern.  Dim licked his lips, sweated, debated, then pressed the button sending more power to the EMAD’s abilities and the “fluctuating” matter was cleared up.
	Whew!
	With her nightgown off—Marsha Lynn Brady was naked-naked-naked.
	And her new Daddy of almost two years was hard-hard-hard.
	There was a hug and then Marsha began working her Daddy’s love tool.
	‘you love playing with your daddy’s cock.’
	‘you love seeing your daughter naked.’
	‘you love sucking your daddy’s cock.’
	‘you love your daughter to suck your cock.’
	It was a mind strain inserting to the Brady family their “new way of life” but Dim deemed it a necessary thing. 
	‘you love sucking your daddy’s cock.’ (and you don’t mind the yucky stuff that comes afterwards!)
	Marsha sucked and sucked and sucked and got that “yucky stuff” that comes afterwards.  She made a face but her eyes twinkled as she smacked her lips licking the splooge from her lips.  Mr. Brady hugged his naked cocksucking child then guided her to the sofa against the wall where Marsha leaned back—legs open.
	And although Dim had just fucked the girl’s cunt—he was horny again.
	Mr. Brady “went down” on his twelve year old daughter and licked happily, stroking his cum squirter all the while.  His desire increased ten-fold (and so did Dim’s!)  But Dim didn’t want to necessarily hump Marsha again—or Jan OR Cindy.  It was the girls’ Mother, Carol!
	‘you don’t mind your daddy putting his manhood into you.’ Dim continued inserting notions of this and that to the young girl.
	‘you don’t mind putting your manhood into Marsha.’
*

A circulatory circle circles circulating circles circularly
	The cum blast was sensational!  There was great cause given to shudder; the hair tingled, too.  The feeling of utter exhaustion seethed throughout his body; an almost uncomfortable burning sensation—ultra high tingling—was felt from his toes to his hair centralizing on the loin region.
	It made for a good fuck!
	He knew that Ms. Brady got laid and laid often.  Regardless, her poon was marvelous tight, snug, almost virginal.  Almost.  Once in, Dim’s cock found fucking a fucked cunt fucking fantastic!  Boning a virgin cunt or a cunt that hadn’t been so well violated was something and the sensation of doing so was better than beating off in your hand.
	But sinking one’s pud into a cunt like Carol Brady?  Top three on the Wow Factor.  The naked Carol was a marvelous fuck and Dim made a mental note that he was do boink her and boink her often.  Very often.  Boning her daughter was one thing (and Dim made it a point to boink her just as often); there was Jan to come and even Cindy.  But the girls’ Mother—wow!  Top three on the Wow Factor.
	Dim doubted that she “took it up the ass.”  She probably didn’t give head, either.  Carol was old school, a prime woman, sizable hooters, nice ass.  She sung in the church choir, spoke well, had a college education, and painted very nice paintings that sold well in the local museum.
	 ‘you don’t mind for your children to go naked in the house.’
	‘you want Greg to fuck you.’
	‘you don’t mind if Mike has his way with the girls.’
	‘you wont mind if the boys and girls go naked in the house.’
	‘it will just fine if the boys have sex with the girls.’
	And more timely minutes of narly insertion of naughty notions like that help ease Dim’s exhaustion and he put it to the woman one more time.  And it was just as good as it was the first time!  The accompanying “shudder” was full bodied and very dramatic.  A long sticky strand of spunk came from his piss slit when he raised up.  It was gross and awesome—the strand of sperm dangling like spaghetti from Carol’s hot-to-fuck pussy and Dim’s dick.
	It was time to go check on Mr. Brady and Marsha.

	His cock was smoldering; if he never fucked again it would be alright—he didn’t think there was a pussy that could top Ms. Carol Brady.  And regardless of the “smoldering” cock, watch Mr. Brady shove his into daughter Marsha got him all excited again.
	On her back, legs up along her naked father’s chest, Marsha grunted, twisted, arched, and gripped the cushions of the sofa she lay on.  New Daddy Mike slowly-slowly-slowly slammed the girl’s asshole—he had already filled her pussy to the max with his cock and then his spunk.  After a bit o’ rest, some spanking, some cock sucking, Mike was reinvigorated enough to try Marsha’s backdoor.
	It was deemed just as pleasurable as the front door.
	‘and you want to do same with Jan.’ (and Cindy!)

*

The bad neighbor
	The Brady’s would get a revist.
	So would the Bugger family.
	And the Weemine family.
	In between that time,
	Normally, guys preferred dogs.  Gals were mostly into cats but also liked doggies—guys didn’t admit to liking cats.  Dim and his Dad liked dogs but had cats.  And cats of the neighborhood knew where to find a free meal ‘cause Dim and his Dad would often set out cat food from the can or bag in the alley by the trash can and fence gate perpetuating their sensitive side.
	However, not everyone shared that sentiment.
	A neighbor next door seemed to take umbrage at the “alley cats” and other neighborly kitties who came to meow on the fence and crap in her flowerbeds.  Most of the time she was tolerable.  Most of the time.  A time or two she chatted with Dim and his Dad—complaining about the numerous kitties that Dim and his Dad only claimed two or three.
	One morning, approximately Five-Fucking-A-Fucking-M, neighbor Lyssa Bonedroppe rat-tat-tatted on the Tsugua’s door.  Both Dim and his Dad were working folk and cherished their sleep—they both had to get up at the crack of dawn an hour later and that hour of sleep was precious.  So Dim wasn’t pleased to be woken up by the bitch neighbor complaining about a “cat fight” in her drive-way causing the doggies on the other side of her to go into a tizzy and bark their brains out waking HER up!
	Dim opened the door, greeted with “What?” in a sleepy pissed off voice.
	“Your cats bla bla bla something-something--”
	Dim slammed the door in her face.
	She rat-tat-tatted again and Dim didn’t respond.

	She later on that day reported the incident to the Home Owners Ass(ociation) and they promptly sent a letter.  Dim wiped his ass with it and sent it back writing on the envelope—“FUCK YOU—WE DON’T BELONG TO YOUR ASSOCIATION!” and they didn’t; when Dim’s parents’ parents bought the home in the mid 50s, there was no Home Owners Association—there were three homes total in the neighborhood at the time.  Later on, when more homes came to be, an “organization” was established and “some” home owners constructed the “association” along with assorted fees and regulations to maintain a pleasant neighborhood experience.
	Then,
	A cat trap came to be.
	Lyssa explained that it was for the pair of raccoons and opossums she had seen in her backyard.  Yeah, right.  She wanted to make trouble and trouble was what she got.  And once more at 5AM she came waking Dim and his Dad up complaining about the cat fights in the drive-way and stating that she was a “police dispatcher” and “worked very hard” and suffered from insomnia and more bla-bla-bla.
	Dim slammed the door in her face again.
	Mr. Peebles went “missing” one night; usually he stayed out all day chasing butterflies, birds, other cats; lounging out in the sun on a patio table (a neighbor’s usually) or something.  At night he wanted in to curl on Dim’s bed.  Not always; something Mr. Peebles liked to stay out and “sing”, make merry with other kitties of the female persuasion, chase mice, or something like.
	Dim went to bed.
	At 1AM he heard a voracious racket.
	Going outside in his undies he located said racket—the bitchy police dispatcher who lived next door.  In the backyard in an animal trap Mr. Peebles was having a fit.  So did Dim.
	Separating the two neighbors was a five foot fence.  Dim hopped over it in a single swing and went to the trap trying to finger out how to get the damn thing open.  It wasn’t complicated but with a pissed off kitty making a hell of a noise the situation WAS complicated.
	Out came Lyssa.
	A neighbor on the other side—with the doggie, came out; the doggie in question was freaking the fuck out and uncomdownable.  Lyssa was in a fit herself with the racket going on.
	Dim shot her a very angry look as he finally freed his kitty.
	“Don’t do this again!” and he returned to his property hopping the fence in his tidy whiteys leaving Lyssa Bonedroppe in a frantic.

	Of course the police were informed but there was nothing illegal Dim had done—cats were allowed to roam free and to be so unlicensed.  It didn’t make matters any better; Lyssa asked “nicely” for Dim to keep his kitties out of her yard.  Dim made no promises and only reiterated his warning—“don’t do this again!”
	The anaimal trap remained, plus there was an addition of another.  A raccoon was eventually caught, but so was one of Dim’s other kitties.  Dim once more to the rescue freeing the kitty and then tossing the trap into the alley.  This didn’t make Lyssa happy.
 	The animosity of pissed offedness between the two neighbors increased into a crescendo when Mr. Peebles was “missing” again.  No sign of him in the morning when it was breakfast time.  Not home when Dim and his Dad got home, either.  Dim surmised his neighbor had something to do with it and he confronted and she claimed to have “no idea.”
	Dim didn’t believe her.
	Dim’s Dad suggested to call the animal shelter.
	The next day and Mr. Peebles was located at one of the shelters costing Dim a few dollars to get him out.  To be pissed off would be an understatement.  Mr. Peebles remained indoors for the next couple of days while Dim fumed and planned/plotted Lyssa Bonedroppe’s failure to be a “good neighbor.”

	Another kitty of Dim’s was captured and spent the night in the animal trap IN THE RAIN.  For days thereafter the kitty was not quite the same and actually was never really the same—plus got a cold.  It was the final straw and before the sun even thought of sending its warming rays to the neighborhood in question—Dim Tsugua was banging on Lyssa’s drive-way door.
	She had been asleep and was not particularly happy to see Dim at O’ Dark-Thirty.
	“What the fu—”
	“You’ve caught another one my cats you fucking bitch!” Dim said marching his way into the woman’s house.  The traps were actually empty at the time but Dim needed an excuse.
	Lyssa pipped back something-something bla-bla-bla.
	Dim grabbed a handy-dandy screwdriver that just “happened” to be laying on a microwave on the counter by the door—and plunged it into Lyssa’s neck.
	The woman promptly flipped the freak out and gasped for breath and life before collapsing to the floor clutching her neck where blood was spurting out.  Dim watched her, then hauled out his cock from his tidy-whiteys and peed on her.
	Didn’t seem to stop the spurting flow of blood, though.

	So Dim removed Lyssa’s panties from beneath her blue nightgown, mounted her, penetrated her.  Lyssa’s eyes bulged and she couldn’t believe what was happening.  Dim didn’t give it a further thought only ‘what to do with the bitch’ after.
	There was a lot of thought—disposing of the body, cleaning up evidence, ditching those damned animal traps.  He humped Lyssa good while he thought and she was dead by the time he got his rocks off.  The “crack of dawn” was not far off so he had to hustle.  A thick dishtowel was wrapped about her neck to keep the blood for flowing and spoiling his cleanup efforts.  Then he mopped the floor with one hundred percent bleach—plus some of the evidence foiling liquid was used to drench Lyssa’s cum filled cunt.  A razor from her bathroom she used to shave her legs was used to shave her cunt—and any stray hairs from his loins.
	Then he got his truck and backed into Lyssa’s drive-way wrestling her into the bed and covering her up with tarp used to cover trash on the way to the local landfill dump.  The two animal traps were concealed, too.
	Everything hands had touched on Lyssa’s house was anointed with bleach.
	Then he found Lyssa’s granddaughter, Rhainnon, bleary eyed, groggy, wet pants, rubbing her eyes while standing in the hallway.  She sort of kind of knew Dmitri—and that was a bad thing.
	“What’s going on?” the cutesy seven year old asked.  She was in a short nightgown and panties.  Dim licked his lips saying, “we’re going for a ride!”

	Dim didn’t like doing things in the daylight—illegal things—illegal things that other people could possibly see you doing.  Thankfully, though, “daylight” was concealed by a sudden overcast of clouds.  And Dim’s illegal business was done in an area where there weren’t many “other people” around.  That area was down by the river; a river that for a few months during the year actually had sufficient (and significant) water running thru it.  The area was not well kept, lots of river trees, bushes, shrubs, and not well kept by the county of which the river ran thru.
	Rundown though it may be there was a parking lot for those athletic enthusiast.  A bike path that ran along the river and mostly a canal for miles and miles.  The entire area was undeveloped with a mobilehome park on the other side of the large canal and a large tract of wasteland on the other side of the river; the a rundown area of extreme poor people in small-small homes, trailers, tents, motorhomes, whatever.
	Dim negotiated his truck along a smaller canal, a feeder canal, that wound its way to the river it fed.  The “road” was a trail usually made by partygoers who didn’t want anyone knowing there was a “party”.

	There was a two-sided two lane road “right next to” the river with a bridge spanning over it, too.  A couple of horse farms and ranches, a large church, and a few houses “here and there”—but east of the bridge and river area Dim cruised.  Three cars in the parking lot—no one in sight.  Little Rhainnon sat quietly in the truck, very sleepy, a little cranky, curious, and an unfortunate.
	At the spot where the small feeder canal fed the river, Dim stopped the truck and with Rhainnon laid down under the guise of Dim’s minding device to settle her and put her easily to sleep, Dim wrestled Lyssa out of the bed of the truck, stripped her clothing off and worked on a bathing suit he had rummaged out of her dresser.
	Though it was summer type time, the river water at the crack of dawn was cold—damn cold.  He braved it regardless and dragged Lyssa out to near the middle where there was a good current and the water was up to his chest.  A few sand mounds and small islands there was in the river course; he watched her go and get sucked under and out of his sight.  He knew that investigators would doubt the “drowning” apparent—the wound in her neck would be the first clue, the lack of water in her lungs would be the other.  But it was worth a shot.
	The two animals traps were slipped into the feeder canal and quickly disappeared under the thick-thick aquatic vegetation.  Then there was Rhainnon.  Unfortunately, the minding device didn’t work on her.  He didn’t know why but try as he might and try as he could—affecting the little girl’s mind didn’t go.  That sucked.
	So, driving along the edge of the river to about the mid section between the bridges, Dim took the girl and laid her out on the ground where he removed her clothing.  She fought back a little so he got a little rough with her; spanking mostly before pinning her and having his way with her.
	Afterwards, more bleach was used before slipping her into the cold-cold river water.  After she had stopped wiggling she was let go and quickly taken by the river and out of sight.  Dim sat glum on the running board of his truck disappointed that she had walked in on him while dealing with her grandma and thusly becoming a statistic.

You wanna stimulate me
	On his way back to check on Deputy Bugger AND Greg Brady AND Simon,
	What it was that drew his interest from his other interests he didn’t know; call it a Sixth Sense or whatever.  From the alleyway, Dmitri Tsugua detoured when he got interested in the upscale neighborhood one block over.  Mercedes, BMWs, Volvos, Lexus’, upscale Buicks, very luxurious luxury cars, and a few moderate ranged cars all lined Doogits Lane; a tree-lined street—trees in the middle of the street as well as on the sidewalk.  The homes here were two-story brownstone, too.
	According to the brass plaque on the subdoor akin to the stoop stairs to the home—there was a doctor in the house.  Clifford Elbaxhuh, MD.  Dmitri didn’t know him, or his family—which was numerous.  Doogits Lane was the beginning street whereas the next few blocks north were “affluent” neighborhoods.  Dim didn’t have any problem with “affluent” neighborhoods OR the peoples who resided in them—so long as they didn’t flaunt their affluence.
	Being his sneaky self—enhanced by his minding device, Dim followed thru with whatever it was that had gotten his attention.  In the house of Elbaxhuh were several children, ranging in age from the youngest at twelve years to the oldest at twenty-two.  Two others were sixteen and fourteen years with the sole boy at thirteen.
	It was the fourteen year old Dr. E was having a private interlude with that got Dim’s attention.  And it wasn’t so much the sex or sex acts but the manner in which the good emergency surgeon facilitated his “relationship” with his fourteen year old daughter, Vanessa; it was the manner of which he communicated his relationship to his fourteen year old daughter (Vanessa).
	Oh, and the Doctor and his family were black.
	“You want to stimulate me.” said Dr. Elbaxhuh.
	No one else seemed to be home; the interior of the two story abode w/basement was very nice—immaculate.  Very good furniture, paintings and portraits on the wall; no dust anywhere—it wouldn’t dare!  Very nice tapestries, throw rugs, plush carpeting, the works.
	Not only was the house privy to having a doctor in—there, too, was a lawyer!  Ms. E was a lawyer with a very nice firm downtown.  She was a striking woman; tall, poised, professional, and for a black woman she was very-very nice looking.  Very.
	“You want to stimulate me.” That seemed to be a key word, or phrase.
	Fourteen year old Vanessa wasn’t a bad looking girl; nice breasts, ass, smile, eyes, creamy dark chocolate skin, and a cheerleader.  She was in her school’s band, sang in the choir at her family’s church, and obeyed her father—in that she went to her knees and fished out his manhood.
	Dim was awed and intrigued.
	Dr. E was hard.
	In his mid 40s, Dr. Elbaxhuh wasn’t a bad looking man; he was a doctor at the local hospital, emergency surgeon as well as regular type surgeon; taught medicine, had a specialty in OB-GYN, and had a gleam in his eyes as his teenage child sucked on his mamba.
	Then,
	“You want to take off your clothes.”
	Without a word of hesitation, Vanessa stood and stripped off all of her clothes.  Dr. E was very pleased, smiled big, then stripped off his own clothes directing his child to his bed where he laid her width wise across it.  There he began spanking her with his hand saying in a low voice,
	“You want me to spank you—” 
	“I want you to spank me.” Vanessa said back.
	Something was different Dim noticed.  He saw no mind altering device anywhere for one!  
	Dr. Elbaxhuh swatted his teenage daughter a couple of times before having her raise her hips via saying “you want to raise your hips” followed by “you want my cock in your ass.”
	Dim began to see a pattern.
	Cliff entered Vanessa, taking his time—it was much like a slithering snake sliding his meal down his throat.  Once most of the way in and did Daddy Cliff begin his romp.  With hands clutching his daughter’s raised hips he began pumping sliding even a little more mamba into her hole.
	Dim began to wonder about the good doctor’s statement—“you want to stimulate me” followed by the other tasty statements beginning with “you want to—”  Something of mind control there, a “conditioning” if you will; brainwashing.
	Was such naughty business narrowed to Vanessa?
	Dim didn’t think so.  Probably not.
	He watched Dr. E fuck Vanessa—fuck Vanessa—fuck Vanessa followed by spanking Vanessa, admiring her fresh fucked goobered asshole; then,
	“You want to go take a shower, douche your asshole; return to normal.”
	Hmmm, that was interesting.

	While Vanessa “douched” her asshole, Dr. E took a quick shower himself and had just come downstairs when youngest Elbaxhuh came home—but not alone.  A white girl, an Asian mix, and an India-Indian girl accompanied her.  Dr. E acknowledged the girls but did nothing to them as Dim would have expected.
	Other family members arrived and the house filled up quickly sending a bewildered Dmitri off for other pursuits.

*

And then there’s this…
	With his mind racing trying to engulf and decipher what he had been witness to, Dim suddenly found himself at a familiar house once more peering into the window—the window of Deputy Sheriff Grady Bugger.
	And once more—a naked game of Twister was in progress.
	A naked game of Twister involving those same little youngun’s.
	And Dim was pleased.
	Heather, Anna, Kammi, Clara, Donna, Trisha, Judy, Gianna, and Kellie made up the girl factor while Toby, Gavin, Han, and Vincent comprised the boy factor.  All were naked—all were giddy and deeply involved in playing the colorful game.  Their naked bodies were wondrous to behold!  Heather was the oldest girl at nine, Anna, Kammie, Clara, and Donna were mere eight year olds while the other girls, Trisha, Judy, Gianna, and Kellie were mere seven year olds.
	Toby and Gavin were eight year old boys while Vincent was six months away from being eight.
	All were delicious and all seemed to have no prob of being naked and playing Twister.  Deputy Grady was also naked and when one of the players fell out of play—that player came to the deputy for a “time out.”  A time out and a “feel out.”  After the feel out there was a “laying across the lap” for a spank.  The “player” child seemed none the wiser for what was going on, either.  After the spank, feel, hug, they were settled onto the man’s lap for pretty much more of the same plus a little gouging from the deputy’s “nightstick” of which he poked and prodded a hole whether it be a girl hole or a boy hole.
	Looked like fun!
	Using finesse (and a general heaping of sneakiness), Dim slipped into the deputy’s house to “join in.”  Deputy Bugger was unaware of Dim’s presence—which still bothered Dim a little about Mike Brady.  Had the man seen him?  Had Mike been “aware?”
	Grady patted Toby’s tender little eight year naked ass and sent him back into the game.  The scene of the naked kids all playing the game was incredibly incredible.  Naked children, young naked children; innocent young naked children willing playing unknowing what they were doing.  The minding effect the minding device had on them was amazing.
	For awhile, Dim merely sat back and watched—it was quite a scene watching the young naked children frolic so.  Those young naked bodies all mashed together trying to place their hands and feet on the circles.  Pussies, assholes, cracks; giggles, snickers, long blond hair here, short sassy dark hair there; bare naked bodies everywhere!
	Italian girl, Gianna, age seven, fell out of the mass and Grady beckoned her unto him.  Donna also fell out and Dim could hold off no longer and beckoned her to him.  Grady held Gianna between his opened legs caressing her nakedness, smoothing his hand over her butt, delving fingers into her crack, enjoying her young nakedness.  

 	The girl was fantastic; and for merely seven she was quite amazing; a gorgeous girl (for seven); long silky dark raven hair, long arms and legs, and a simply beautiful bald poon. 
	After the admiration moment and smoothing of the hands over her body, Grady pulled her onto his lap to poke and prod her bald poon AND backdoor.  Dim caressed Donna, lightly spanked her, fingered her pussy, then found himself unable to hold back and he had to fuck her.
	Grady had the same problem with Gianna.
	Grady had penetrated the red haired girl, Anna.  Heather had also been violated with Kammi and the Clara getting boned up their ass.  The other girls merely “gave head” and handjobs, took being spanked, fingered, eaten out, and humped on.  Another year of age and they’d be getting penetrated, too!
	After soiling Donna’s lovely tender young cunt and sending her back into the “game”; Dim got yet another mind blast—something redirecting his attention elsewhere.  A glimpse was all there was in his mind.  When he tried to concentrate he lost the connection.
	Grady had changed girls; little seven year old Kellie was on his lap.  Dim’s enthusiasm was still quite high but distracted.  He took the other seven year old, Trisha.

*

And now it gets weird
	The images of the young girls at Deputy Bugger’s place still reigned supreme in Dim’s mind.  Fresh, young, naked, unawares girls—bald poons, lightly tanned bodies, giggling, go-lucky-and-be-happy, fresh, young, naked unawares girls.  Lovely—simply fucking lovely.
	But something like what had brought Dim to Dr. Cliff’s house recently brought him back.  Something had lured him even more stronger than the naughty doctor.  Still on Doogits Lane but further down several house down from the Elbaxhuh house of illicit sin.
	Rhichard (Rick) Zalenskeep, Professor/Inventor; geek, dork, goof.
	Dim didn’t “know-know” him but had heard-heard of him.  An inventor; making weird to whacky inventions that sometimes worked and were a boon for his family and society.  Then, of course, there were those inventions whereas he was one RCH (red cunt hair) away from being sued and having his family harmed or taken away—or family running away.
	Inventor Zalenskeep had one daughter, just turned thirteen, and one boy, mid way thru his tenth year of life.  Rhichard’s wife, Eve, was a teacher and sold real estate on the side.
	Rhichard’s wife, Eve, was not a bad dish—taller than her husband, sometimes kind of strict, known to get a little tipsy at parties, sold two multimillion dollar homes in one month garnering her loads of accolades and praises (and a new car, wardrobe, trip to the Tropics, Paris, London—)
	Thirteen year old Jenna was a dish; prime.  The fresh new teenager had poise, was very polite, very pretty, was ok with dress outfits as well as jeans.  Not much of a tomboy but not a snob or that much into high fashion.  She was a typical girl and Dim longed to see her naked.
	Jacob was a typical boy of ten who like sports and was just beginning to take interest in girls.  Dmitri had seen the boy at the local park on the sly checking out the girls playing volleyball, jump roping, cartwheeling—especially cartwheeling.  He was a typical boy of ten and Dim thought then that he ought to help the lad out.
	Small world.
	Upstairs in the attic of the Zalenskeep home were contraptions of this and that to help US soldiers be a better instrument in the night—night vision, stealth, and whatever else it was that soldiers did in the night.
	Downstairs in the basement sharing space with the pool table were gadgets, devices, and contraptions of this and that to aid mankind.  Solar powered shows to give energy to various devices a person civilian or otherwise would be wearing or using.  Metal detecting shoes, too.  Metal suits, environmental suits suitable for harsh off-world environments; a shrink ray; weather visor for hats; a finger massager, head massager, private part(s) massager—
	Shrink ray?
	On Dmitri’s visit, young Jacob was with a friend in the kitchen preparing to make a gigantic and typical mess.  On a 1950s style metal breakfast table there was a handmade volcano with “natives” made of hot dog wieners and the half wieners found in the typical can of beans & franks.  The “beans” of the beans & franks were inside the volcano.
	Jenna just walked in with a bag of groceries for her impromptu party she was throwing later on that evening while the folks were away at some party.  She stopped dead in her tracks shaking her head—
	“You make a mess and YOU clean it up!” she said matter-of-factly.
	“It wont be a mess.” bitched back Jacob.
	“It’ll be a disaster!” chided Mitchell, Jacob’s best friend.
	Jenna rolled her eyes and eyed the boys with disdain.
	“I’m having some friends over in a little while—”
	“Mom said “No Party!” when she isn’t here!” 
	“Mom says a lot,” piped back his “I’m older and can kick your ass” annoyed sister, “you can help out.”
	Jacob reared his head back, “Help out?”
	“You mean “be your slave?”” Mitchell concluded.
	“You can hang with us.” Jenna said in offering.
	“Is that it?” Jacob asked.
	Jenna thought it over, “Five bucks.” she said flatly.
	“Each?” Mitchell asked for clarity.
	Jenna wrinkled her nose and nodded, “Yeah, each.”
	Jenna was pretty; nice thick gorgeously brown hair that gently and nicely in an 80s era caressed her face.  Beautiful eyes, soft creamy skin, well poised, soft alluring features—especially her breasts and ass.
	“I don’t know if five bucks will really cover being a slave.” snided Mitch.
	“I don’t think we’re appreciated enough.” Jacob chimed in. 
	“I don’t think Mom will like knowing about the bean fart explosion!”
	Jacob wrinkled his nose—blackmail was such an ugly word.  “Good point!”
	Of course, the boys could have returned the blackmail with the “party” but they didn’t think of that.  Jenna had tossed out the first jab with the MOM attachment and that was enough to curb their financial coup.
	Anyways,
	The “No Party ‘cause Mom said so party” was in a couple of hours leaving plenty of time for the boys to clean up the mess from the “Volcano that Ate People!” project.  Jenna wound up, of course, doing most of the clean-up as the boys (as was with ALL boys) are lousy with cleaning up messes.
	‘have you seen your sister naked?’ it had to be asked.
	“Kinda.” Typical and normal.
	‘do you WANT to see your sister naked?’
	No verbal response as the boy went into overload and couldn’t answer; so the definitive answer was a whole hearted affirmed YES!
	‘does your sister know you have seen her naked?’
	“Yes.” and he still lived!
	It was not a big deal for Jacob to see his sister naked; most of the nude viewings occurred when she was a little younger—couple of years younger than current.  Not much to see—but a naked girl was a naked girl!  Yeah, he had heard her fart; and yeah, he saw her in her underwear and that was no biggie, either.
	No “Touchy/Feely”.
	‘but you WANT to touch/feel your sister?’
	Another overloaded answer that was another affirmed YES!
	‘would you like to FUCK your sister?’
	The question so bizarre and off track the answer was another overload.
	Ok, refinement; ‘would you like to rub your penis against your sister’s ass?’
	That was meant with more confidence and a solid “HELL YEAH!”
	Dim smiled and was pleased.
	There was plenty of time before the party—but where’d the time go there was no idea ‘cause suddenly there was no time and the first party guest had arrived.  Dim had finished with Jacob (and had did no naughty business with him!)  Jacob and Mitchell went to Jacob’s bedroom to play while Dim sought out Jenna.
	Jenna had been in the kitchen still cleaning up and prepping for the “Mom said no Party” party.  Just chips, dip, salsa, no booze, chocolate treats this and chocolate treats that.  An impromptu social gathering of girlfriends “while the parental units were away.”
	Dim zapped the girl while she was in the midst of cleaning up the boys’ mess and assembling various bowls for the party treats.  The girl was just captivating, y’know?  Such beauty!  Somewhere along the line—Dim lost track.  He knew that he had spent a little time with Jenna’s brother but surely not that much!  The next thing he knew was the clock on the kitchen wall showing 6 o’clock!  The “party” was for 6 o’clock.   Dim was pretty sure that it had been around 3 o’clock when he had slipped into the house.  Where had the time gone?
	He wanted to see the girl naked.
	He wanted to fool around with her, maybe spank and maybe doink up the ass and for sure have her on her knees sucking his dick off.  She was dressed in loose fitting powder blue pants and a nice layered top.  Dim backed away out of sight—just in case—and let the girl (her mind) go.  She gripped the table she had been cleaning, looked around, then gasped when she saw the time.
	With a shriek she bounded upstairs.  Dim didn’t know why but he bitched to himself highly when a few minutes later the girl came flying down in new clothes.  Damn!  He could have seen her naked!
	A nice Sunday dress, short to about mid-thigh, nice clean almost brand new tennis shoes with dainty ankle socks, a different layered top, some earrings, and perfume with lip gloss made her a very-very nice girl.
	Jillian (Jill) Milkept was the first party guest.  A tall girl, lots and lots of ultra curly brown hair, incredible brown eyes, and a fantastic smile.  She brought music and homemade popcorn balls.
	Erica Molepeek came nextly—and Dim thought he would!  The girl was pretty-pretty-pretty!  A nice rack, very nice butt, perfume, lip gloss, 80s persona.  She rocked!  
	Marcee Parksbeek came along nextly, a black girl, a lovely girl, a girl Dim definitely wanted to see naked bobbing on his dong.  She was a very happy girl, laughing all the time, farting once in Dim’s unknown presence.  It was going to be a hell of a party!

	With the music jamming the girls assembled a Mexican fare and then “whatever” tossed together.  No veggies!  Not allowed at a jammin’ party.  All four girls were in a dress or skirt outfit.  Convenient!  Very pretty girls, thirteen years young, small breasts, moderate breasts, just right breasts.  All had fantastic asses, smiles, eyes, skin, hair, everything.  And Dmitri imagined each one naked and in different poses, too!
	Dim stepped back and let the girls be themselves—accordingly, the parental units were supposedly partying their ownselves and supposedly for the entire evening.  But all was not as it would seem—
	The girls had munched their treats, listened to their music, danced to their music, then settled down to gossip.  Typical girl party.  Each girl had a uniqueness about her; hair style, smile, eyes, poise.  They sat haphazardly on the sofas in the living room; party music lowly playing in the background; tummies full of salsa, chips, popcorn balls.  The discussion turned from gossip to “Truth or Dare.”
	Boys was the popular subject.
	Jill like some boy named “Keeven.”
	Jenna liked a boy named “Albert.”
	Erica preferred some putz named “Delvin.”
	Marcee was hot for a boy named “Robert.”
	All four girls liked a boy named Rolan Reeking—especially Jenna.
	And as it turns out—Jenna got the “dare” card.  And for her Dare Card, she had to call up this boy named Rolan Reeking and tell him straight faced that she “liked him.”
	It wasn’t meant to be said but Jenna let it slip that she was having a little party and then at the last “and I like you!” she hung up quickly amidst the screams and shrieks of her girlfriends.
	While hanging out in the kitchen—Dim wasn’t sure but he thought he saw movement.  Small movement.  Down low—kitchen floor.  Just out of the corner of his eye.  It was brief and soon annoying bring Dim to go on a Search mission missing whatever went on with the girls in the living room.
	The music was an interference but he thought—he thought he heard something like a mouse squeak.  Tracking down whatever it was he thought he was seeing/hearing became an obsession.  Down on his knees he began checking the baseboard, laying perfectly still sprawled out on the floor—waiting.
	Then—something remarkable happened—something astonishing—something weird.  As he lay on the brown southwestern style tiled floor something suddenly darted out from the island counter.  The “something” wasn’t no more than two inches tall—and it was human!
	And it was Eve Zalenskeep—mother of Jenna Anne Zalenskeep!

	There was another shriek—from Eve.  Then her inventor husband suddenly appeared—also no more than two inches tall, and grabbed his wife back from view leaving Dmitri very puzzled.
	What was that?
	What’s more—did she see him?
	What-what was more—what was that?
	Then,
	“So, here we are the kitchen.” Jenna said waltzing into the kitchen with Rolan. 
 	“Great, ‘cause, well, this is good—‘cause you know, I kinda wanted to be alone with you.” 
 	“Yeah?” said a dimwitted unwary smitten Jenna. 
 	“Yeah, ‘cause the truth is, uh, Jenna, I think you’re kinda awesome!” 
 	Awesome?  Dim shook his head, ‘Don’t fall for it, he’s just giving you a line.’ 
 	“Y-you do?  Cool!” she smiled with glossed over eyes, “You think I'm awesome?”  too late, she was hooked and taken in. 
 	“Oh, yeah.  You’re a lot cooler than other girls.” what a line! 
 	“So, there was something you wanted to tell me; other than you think I’m awesome?  Or was that it?” 
 	“Well,” grinned and then blushed Rolan, “Nothing much, just that I wanted to do this.” And quick as a wink there was a familiar object flashed and a familiar Subject standing blankly with non-blinking staring eyes.
	Wow.
	Roland smiled, looked the girl over, licked his lips thoughtfully, then sighed “Whew.”  The minding device was small, palm sized—probably no more abilities than to zap a Subject’s mind.  But sometimes that was all that was needed.
	Then, to make sure the Subject (Jenna) was under his spell so to speak he brushed the back of his hand against her right breast.
	No slapping, no shrieking, screaming, or a kick to the balls.
	Rolan smiled, Dim smiled.
	Then Rolan fondled Jenna’s right breast before embracing her not for a social hug but to cop a feel—a butt grope.  This caused Rolan to moan a satisfying moan that only escalated when he moved his hand up under her short skirt.  Dim was very pleased—still bemused (and confused) about what he had seen earlier.  Then there was doubt—maybe what he had seen wasn’t what it was.
	But then again—this WAS the house of an inventor…
	Rolan had Jenna’s panties down passed her ass.  His breathing had intensified along with his lust.  The skirt was moved up and he had gotten the girl to hold it up so as he could step back and ogle her naked beaver.
	After ogling a minute or so, Rolan stood and fished out his cock.
	That was when Dim for sure heard a loud squeak of a voice.  It got his attention but not Rolan’s.  Searching intently Dim located the source—it was Eve!  A diminutive Eve Zalenskeep!  She was two inches tall and in a high state of pissed offedness!  There, too, was Mr. Zalenskeep, the inventor.
	Dim stared and stared at the two—Rhichard Zalenskeep was just as pissed off but also a little more reserved—possibly due to be two inches tall rather than normal human size.  Dim didn’t know what to think of it aside from the fact that the Inventor must of “shrunk” himself and wife and were freaking out ‘cause of daughter’s party AND the uninvited horny guest.
	Returning his attention back to the “horny guest” and the Rolan—on his own, had Jenna’s hand working his johnson.  Work-work-work.  The boy giggled, blushed, then embraced Jenna again to smooth his hand over her bare ass.
	Dim sat on his knees contemplating.  There was no sighting of the itsy-bitsy parental units and just how far Rolan Reeking was going to go wasn’t known.  Dim’s own cock was in need of some “working”, too.  He figured anything more involving Jenna and the girl’s mother was just gonna freak the fuck out.
	‘take your clothes off.’
	Rolan stood back in utter awe watching as his girl undressed herself.  Cum spurted from his beleaguered cock, his mouth hung open, and his eyes were fastened to the undressed girl totally blowing his mind and then some.  Jenna Anne Zalenskeep, thirteen, was stark butt bare assed raving nude.  She was quite a beauty, too.  Beautiful hair, neatly trimmed pussy hair, cream soft white skin; a gorgeous face, no blemishes, moles, or scars.
	‘on your knees.’
	Rolan stood motionless with his mind going into obliteration as the naked Jenna went to her knees before him.  The music from the adjacent living room was in high gear; sounds of the party infiltrated the kitchen but no one came in wondering what had happened to the missing Jenna and Rolan.
	Jenna took Rolan’s cock in one hand, his balls in the other.
	‘have you messed around (sexually) with your brother?’
	“No.” she answered allowed.
	“No?  What?” asked a befuddled Rolan.
	‘don’t worry about it—you like what she’s doing.’
	“Ok.”
	Sheesh!
	Naked Jenna worked Rolan’s cock then pressed her lips to the head.
	‘would you LIKE to be naughty (sexually) with your brother?’
	“Maybe.”

	Maybe!?  Holy shit!  Really?
	‘really?’
	No penetration; no “up the ass” or “between the legs” OR in the mouth.
	So we’re talking—what?  Sexually speaking?
	A handjob—possibly.  Being naked together.  Watching each other being naked.  Frolicking naked.  Maybe—maybe letting Jacob rub his penis against her bare butt.  Maybe—maybe letting her brother Jacob finger her pussy.
	‘let Jacob LICK your pussy.’
	“Ok.”
	Dim smiled.  ‘suck Jacob’s cock.’
	“Ok.”
	And, ‘let Jacob fuck your asshole.’
	“Ok.”
	By then, Rolan was cumming off.
	Jenna made a face as the penis goo filled her mouth.
	‘pull out—squirt the rest on her face!’
	Rolan complied; Dim was pleased and moved into position behind the girl.  After accessing the girl’s ass, hole, and pussy, he gently penetrated her asshole.  Rolan emptied his goo squirter onto Jenna’s face then face fucked her as per command-suggestion via Dim’s desire.
	‘suck his balls.’
	Watching Jenna suck Rolan’s nut sac only perpetuated Dim’s cock into utter ecstasy.  And just as he himself was cumming off—Dim received a sharp pain to his ass.  A tack.  A thumb tack.  A thumb tack launched from a rubber band from Inventor R Zalenskeep and wife!  Both of which were sprawled out on the tiled floor after the launching.  Dim slapped his hand down HARD onto the floor in anger than plucked the two parental units up determining their fate.
	Neither parent was in position to do anything but rant and rave and freak the fuck out.  Dim dropped the two—and not so nicely about it, either—into the handy blender on the counter then surreptitiously unplugged it.
	“Live in fear!” he told them in a whisper.  Neither Rhichard or Eve knew the blender was no longer plugged in.  It was still a mind boggling thing to see the two human parents in such size—but then again, Dim only had to note Rolan’s mind altering device as well as his own.  Both were incredible inventions to be sure.
	And Inventor R Zalenskeep was trying to invent device to thwart those mind altering devices.  And somehow invented a shrinking device instead!  Imagine!
	Dim returned to Jenna and Rolan.
	There were several other party goers to deal with—and Dim wanted to deal with them.  And how!

		
Do u ever feel like when your trying to show someone how to do something that it's like trying to send smoke signals to a blind Indian with no sense of smell?
	Rolan Reeking had potential—like Greg Brady, Deputy Bugger, and others Dmitri had encountered of late.  Rolan Reeking was another.  He was young, immature, but had unnatural desires.  He wasn’t too much into girls younger than Jenna or even older—he typically just wanted to doink & boink girls Jenna’s age.		And their mothers!
	That was interesting.
	Rolan’s homies, Vincent “Mouse” Gorturd and Tray Clayhand also had potential as Mouse not only liked girls Jenna, Jill, Erica, and Marcee’s age, but girls younger—much younger.  Tray, on the other hand, liked boys.
	And speaking of Jill, Erica, and Marcee—Jill was an avid fingerbanger.  She liked to spank herself and shove various “items” into her pussy and asshole.  She had had sexual intercourse with a cousin and a so-so boyfriend but more importantly—with her homeroom seventh grade teacher!
	Erica was a virgin—regardless of that she was horny and fingered herself having desires to get laid but feared getting knocked up.  She knew what “sodomy” was but was grossed out by the act and couldn’t imagine what being “fucked up the butt” would be like.  Giving “head” was also a no-go for the young teen—but she was curious just the same.
	Marcee Parksbeek was having occasional sex with a young boy she babysat for occasionally.  The boy in question was just eight—red hair and as cute as could be.  She sucked his cock, he sucked her titties; she spread her legs and took him to her cunny, he peed on her cunny and doinked her up the butt.
	An interesting group.  Even the girls had potential!
	Adjusting the “awareness” level was tricky if not frustrating; but in the end, the girls and the boys were “aware” of their situation but not the occurrence.  That is to say—they were free to “be themselves” but they were not so aware of the sexual happening.  It was a fine balance that kept Dmitri Tsugua constantly busy making finite adjustments to his EMAD.
	With the music turned OFF, Dim had the boys and the girls “get naked.”
	Didn’t work.  Dim was frustrated—mainly ‘cause he didn’t know what the hang-up was.  After half an hour of frustration he re-zapped the minds of the party people then settled on Jenna and Rolan (again.) 
	‘get naked.’
	That was met with better responses and the two teens undressed themselves.
	The other party people were mindless and sat being mindless.  It would have to do.  Dim stripped off his clothes and while Jenna once more bobbed on Rolan’s knob—Dim slid his fuck stick into Jenna’s cunt and fucked her well there.
	Most bananas would do, as well as most zucchinis and cucumbers.
	The bedposts of her bed—with ridges.
	The vibration of the washer and dryer.
	An All-American hot dog wiener.
	Cousin Albert’s cock—and Cousin Albert was 2-years older, too!
	Boyfriend Eddie got some at his house (bedroom); backyard pool, garage, and in his bathroom in the shower and then on the floor.  But they weren’t “boyfriend/girlfriend” status—just friends.
	But most pleasing to Jill Milkept’s pussy was her 7th grade homeroom teacher, Mr. Kole Hempore.  The married man, twelve years with the school district, girls softball coach, had a wondrous cock that satisfied Jill’s cock hungry cunt (and then some!)
	Amazingly, though, she still had the persona of a “virgin.”
	After a good doinking of Jenna, Jill replaced her.  The girl had a nice tall body, long limbs, and soft supple breasts.  She kept her cunt cleanly shaven and there were no marks or scars anywhere.  A lovely girl, long flowing jet black hair, a sweet “innocent” face, a dazzling gleam about her and she liked to use the word “like” a lot.
	Jenna had a mouthful of jiz—a pussy full of jiz, too.  After a little spanking, finger that cum filled pussy, Dim switch girls.  His cock ached but he put the discomfort aside and easily eased into Jill’s cunt while putting the girl thru the paces of sucking on Vincent “Mouse”.
	While recently attending his Dad’s church, Vinny took a walk outside to check the parking lots (for security purposes) and found a young little girl wandering “lost.”  Vincent to the rescue!  Sort of.  Guiding the girl to one of the church’s outbuildings he masterfully undressed her—his first attempt at distraction only went so far; using puppets and slight-of-hand trickery, throwing his voice, he managed to distract the young kindergartener just enough.
	But enough wasn’t to cut it with “likes ‘em young” Mouse.
	With Mouse’s Mom a pharmacist, knowing about certain drugs was a given.  Having no mind altering device, the young horndog resorted to the old standard of chloroform.  One good whiff and Angela Cowspitt was unconscious.  Once the little girl’s clothes were off Vinny wasted no time and went down on the young bald snatch—tasting a slight hint of pee.
	Enthused immorally, Vinny went on to lay his cock against the unwary girl’s cunny and there he did hump a good hump spewing a healthy wad of jiz minutes later.  He then seriously fingered Angela’s cunt virtually pushing in all of his mess into her vagina.  Then, to continue his immorality, he mounted her straddling her chest then brought her mouth to his cum squirter.
	Noise outside interrupted his illicit doings and frightened him.  Being caught doing naughty shenanigans would just be the shits—his Dad a popular and well respected priest, his Mom, family, friends—all would be horrified at what Vinny had been caught doing.  It just wouldn’t do.
	He stood naked in a panic waiting.  There was no window in the outbuilding, not even a peep hole or “glory hole!”  He could only wait—wait in fear.  He didn’t even dress!  His cock died down and he stood stark naked staring at the door—waiting for it to open while naked Angela lay with his cum drying on her pussy.
	Finally, though, the noise of lingering parishioners went away and Vinny took a couple extra minutes to gather himself.  He returned to Angela’s chest humping her chest as well as returning her mouth to his cock.
	Then he spanked her and peed on her butt, butthole, and pussy.
	Then he dressed her—not cleaning up his mess, and sneaked her out into the parking lot laying her down between some cars.  Minutes later when he was back inside the church picking up discarded pamphlets the little girl was found.  No other information follows.
	But Angela was only ONE in Vinny the Mouse’s pursuit of illicit pleasure with little girls.  He had a penchant for “acquiring” pretty little girls; being a mere teen he was kind of sort of trusted—not like as if he were a say a male adult.  He never had a mind altering device (electronical) to use so he used basic (and advanced) pharmaceutical drugs to have his way.  What a guy!

	Quite the little party group.  Marcee Parksbeek although African-American liked ‘em not only young but white!  One particular boy had flaming red hair and was her favorite.  The girl did engage sexually all the time—just occasionally.  She gave her young flaming red haired boy a blow job, sucked his balls, and got completely naked with him.  They fucked, bathed together, and spanked one another (a game to see who could spank the other the hardest.)
	Tray Clayhand liked girls; his age, a little older, a little younger—but also like boys.  Tray Clayhand liked boys his age, a little older, a little younger, and mostly.  
	Did Rolan and/or Mouse know of Tray’s more liking of boys than girls?
	No.
	Would Tray like to have immoral relations with Rolan and/or Mouse?
	Yes!
	Ah.  ‘I think I can fix that!’
	In the kitchen, Inventor Rhichard Zalenskeep and wife and almost made it halfway up their plastic prison.  But of course, the snapped down shut hard lid would be the next big problem.  But then of course, their attempt at freedom was interrupted by the naked Dim returning with all the girls.
	The girls stood in line, shoulder to shoulder, naked and mindless.
	Dim plucked Eve Zalenskeep from the blender prison pausing at the toaster but realizing that she could easily climb out of that; the small salsa jar that had been emptied for the party was on the counter—but pretty potent so that was nixed, too.  The milk jug came into play, old fashioned soda pop bottle, a message/ID tube for a dog collar, empty candlestick holder, his piss slit…
	Message/ID tube?
	It was brass, small, had a top and bottom half suitable for inserting a message or a dog’s identification.  It was perfect!  Eve was not so thrilled about the new “tight” surroundings but Dim didn’t care; he still hazard the thought of shoving her into his piss slit, too!
	With the dog collar around his neck, contained Eve could see all that Dim saw (and did.)  Her husband, Rhichard, was not aware of where his good wife had been taken.  “Where have you taken her?  What have you done with my wife!?” demanded the diminutive inventor.
	“She’s safe,” Dim said aloud trying to adjust his voice so as not to deafen the imprisoned Eve, ‘and as long as you control yourself, and do as I say, all will be well.’  Well, relatively speaking.
	More finite mind altering tuning aimed this time at the inventor; just to make him more calmer and not so enraged.  Then, 
	‘you like seeing Jenna naked?’
	There was no answer—it was a question that was just too much to consider.
	However, Inventor Rhichard Zalenskeep DID like seeing Jill, Erica, and Marcee naked.  That was different.  On the outside—with his own mind, he only casually thought impure thoughts in regards to his daughter’s friends.  Harbored deep inside, though—yeah, Jill, Erica, and Marcee thrilled him and when putting it to his wife, Eve, he thought of putting it to Jill, Erica, and Marcee.
	‘never Jenna?’
	Never.
	Good man.
	‘would you pass up an opportunity to watch your daughter masturbating?’
	Hmmm, now that was different.  If Inventor Rhichard Z was walking down the hall passed his daughter’s bedroom and the door was open and “there she was” laying sprawled out on her bed—naked, fingering herself, would he stop to watch?
	Answer:  HELL YEAH!  He was moralistically sound but he was human, too!  The same couldn’t be said same for Eve; if she should happen to see her young son, Jacob, spanking the monkey—she would not be so inclined as to stop and watch.  Moreover, she would probably chastise him; “stop doing that!” 
	If she saw her daughter fingering herself—no answer was available.

	‘what if it were Rolan?’
	There was also another “no answer available” but Dim saw a fleeting image of mild curiosity resulting in “she would!  she would!” stop and watch the thirteen year old yank his trouser snake.  Same for if it were for the other boys Jenna knew.
	‘would you like to get LAID by those boys?’
	‘Certainly not!’
	Eve needed work.

	Back to the Inventor
	‘so you were making—er, creating an invention to disrupt minding devices?’
	‘Right.’
	That didn’t sit well with Dmitri.
	But then again—Rhichard’s attempt at thwarting mind altering devices kind of hit a snag and shrunk himself and his good wife, Eve.  He wasn’t sure how it happened but,
	‘The reverse is easy.’ he hoped.
	There was time so Dim helped the Inventor “reverse” whatever it was he had done and voila! he was back to his 5’8” self!  And mindless—er, still in the minding hold of Dim’s minding gadget.  It was back down to the kitchen where a new phase of Father/Daughter and her Friends relationship would ensue—with still shrunken to the size of a hearty bugger remained encapsuled in the doggie capsule.
	‘if you could get away with fucking Jill, Erica, or Marcee—would you?’
	Again, the question so ridiculous that no answer could possibly be formed.
	But, there was a slight interest.  Rhichard Zalenskeep was a man, a human, borne on the winds of desires much like many other lustful men, Neanderthal-like mentality.  The EMAD was already finitely tuned as much as it could be—any further adjustments and the results may not be quite as what Dim would like or want.  Best leave it as was/is and hope for the best.  The Device was already taxed to the max having the girls and the boys mindlessly held by the unique gadget so best not tempt fate and let it be as be.
	There was just enough of the Inventor’s mind to let him enjoy his tryst with Jill, Erica, Marcee, AND daughter Jenna.   Dim was pleased.  While having the naked Marcee against his own naked body, Rhichard Zalenskeep pressed his naked body against Jill—after admiring her body, smiling big, getting a major boner.  His mind was free to “explore” the world of illicitness and immorality without fear of retribution or condemnation.  Jill’s breasts were first to occupy the Inventor’s mind space; and that was followed up by staring at the thirteen year old’s bare naked pussy.

	After gazing upon Jill for two-three-five minutes it was up against the girl for a serious groping.  Serious.  Hugging was one thing—embracing was one thing; groping was something else all together.  The Inventor’s hands went roaming all over the naked Jill; caressing her backside, smoothing her ass, squeezing her tightly to him, finger her delicate sweet pussy.
	This all led up to boning.
	On a counter went Jill, legs open.  Rhichard continued to smile and gaze with a moderate hard cock—neverminding (or hearing) the screams of his wife from the capsule around the “unseen” Dmitri.  Of course, she did come to realize that Rhichard was not acting on his own but still.
	His own bone grew harder as Rhichard forgave foreplay for out and out fucking.  Right up against the young girl did the Inventor guide his moderate cock, gliding it up and down Jill’s pussy grinning even bigger than before.  Dim held Marcee’s dark chocolate body against him, caressing her breasts, sides, and pussy while his cock nestled between her cheeks.
	Rhichard made penetration and there was no stopping him from then on.
	Eve’s screams settled to break down and anguish.
	‘don’t worry,’ Dim minded to her, ‘you’ll get your turn.’
	Eve didn’t know what that meant.  She had no strength to try and uncapsulate herself she had been ranting for so long and her diminutive size also was a factor.
	Rhichard fucked and fucked hard Jill Milkept’s barely teenage pussy until cumming off in just over two minutes.  There was a mighty announcement of his deed followed by a virtual near collapse.  He did slump down onto the naked heaving mindless girl—Dim tried to instill upon her mindless mind that she ‘liked sex’ with Mr. Zalenskeep.  But Dim got the impression that his desire for her didn’t stick.  Again, the EMAD was too stretched.

	On her knees, Eric slurped deliciously on the Inventor’s dick.  She was the virgin, knew what “up the butt” meant, and mild knowledge of other positions; ye old favorite 69er, Around-the-World, doggie, and so on.  She feared getting pregnant or some lame ass disease.  And she just wasn’t ready for sex; she was just as horny as the next girl, fingered herself and had “desires”—but spreading her legs (or cheeks) just wasn’t in her plans.
	Enter Dim.
	Enter Inventor Zalenskeep’s cock (to her virgin mouth!)
	Dim saved Erica’s virgin pussy for himself; the Inventor didn’t cum off in her mouth—he saved that for Marcee.  Erica slurped on Dim’s cock while Rhichard shoved his fuck stick into Marcee’s black box.  It was quite a show and though Dim’s dick was revitalized and thoroughly enthused—he didn’t cum.
	Rhichard came, though.
	A massive quantity of pent up cum spewed into Marcee’s cunt; the view Dim had was from the side rear.  It was awesome to watch a sex act in progress; it was a little disheartening to watch a “man” fuck—Dim would have preferred the likes of a boy.  But Rhichard was ok; he slammed the black girl on the counter; her legs about him, flailing about, getting into the grove—as much as her “groove” was gotten into.
	To say the least, though, Inventor Zalenskeep was pretty worn out—and there was on more girl to go.  Jenna.  The Inventor needed a rest—so did Dim.  Taking Jenna by the elbow they returned to the living room where the naked boys were.  
	‘do you want to fuck your friends?’ Dim minded to Tray—who preferred boy holes over girl holes.
	‘Yes.’ was the ultimate answer—referring to Rolan and Vinny.
	‘would you like to have your dick sucked by a guy?’ Dim asked of Rolan.
	Not “No” but “HELL NO!” and he wasn’t too keen on taking it up the ass, either!  (or fucking some dude in the ass himself.)  Joking about blowjobs and butt fuckings was one thing—among guys.  Sex humor albeit homosexual content had no bearing on actual like or participation.
	Vinny the Mouse, however, would NOT mind getting a BJ from a mutual friend.  He also wouldn’t mind shoving his meat into a guy’s dirt chute.  Receiving dick to his own dirt chute, though, was a no-go.  (and no on giving head, too.)
	Dim had his work cut out for him.
	Eve could only watch thru the tiny designer holes of her brass prison.

*

For the fuck of it
	For the fuck of it, Dim manipulated Rolan Reeking to take holt of Tray “I’m Gay!” Clayhand’s cock—firstly with his hands and then his lips.  Dim was pleased.
	‘you like sucking cock.’ especially Clay’s!
	After cocksucking—no spurting, Rolan sucked (washed) Clay’s balls before proceeding to Rim Jobbing.  Clay lay on his back, legs held back, sucking on the nut sac of Vinny the Mouse while Rolan a so-so bully licked his asshole.  Dim was very pleased.  The Electronic Mind Altering Device was working well; Rolan and Vinny were not so aware of their doings as was the one they were doing—or being done by.  Clay had a little more “awareness” about him but not to the point of knowing it.  It was a sort of “go with the flow” type fantasy cum true.
	Then Rolan shoved his fuck stick into Clay’s well fucked hole.

	Vinny came down and settled his virgin shitter onto Clay’s seriously hard cock and “took it”.  Dim had Jenna against him and couldn’t hold off any longer; bending her over he eased up into her asshole and gave her a good doinking followed by a boinking.
	After Clay creamed Vinny’s pooter, the boy turned and planted his fresh fucked gooied hole onto Clay’s willing mouth.  Clay licked the creamed hole thoroughly sealing his gay side.  Rolan creamed off into the boy’s hole then “went down” on Vinny’s hole plunger.
	Standing Jenna up, Dim fingered the girl’s pussy, fondled her breasts, and increased his sexual desires.  Of all the girls he had been with, from Patricia Jane and on—Jenna filled him.  He wanted her.  Of course it was kinda impossible but he desired to have her as his own.  She was very pretty, but it was more than looks alone—her naked body was fantastic but there was more to her than that; she had poise, a pretty smile, posture, speaking voice, etc.
	‘sex with your brother is alright.’
	‘let your brother fuck you up the butt.’
	‘suck your brother’s cock.’
	Dim’s cock began to seriously-seriously ache.  Dim with the family was dragging on.  Time to start wrapping things up.  More instructions were given to the boys; they would still like girls, per se, but they would also like fun times privately together as well (sexually speaking.)
	For the finale—Rolan and Vinny shoved their fuck sticks into their friend’s hole—at the same time!  It was quite a show and got Dim very hard.  He fingered Jenna as she was pressed against him—there was no relief for his cock.  Rolan and Vinny made full anal penetration to Clay’s backdoor and Clay liked it!

*

As you like it
	Fixing the Zalenskeep family wasn’t too much of a stretch; Jenna, her brother, Jacob, and her Father, Rhichard, would have an on-going sexual relationship without question.  Dim did away with the notion of the Inventor getting it on continuously with Jenna’s girlfriends.  Too much of a good thing could be hazardous—or something like that.
	Fixing Eve Zalenskeep wasn’t so easy—she was highly strung out and all kinds of pissed off.  Returning her to her normal full size wasn’t too hard to do, but the woman was on a rant and with the EMAD already maxed out in power—converting the woman’s pissed off mind to a more subdued mind was a neat trick.
	Dim got a mean streak…

	On a ruse to calm the woman down, he brought her to her inventor husband’s EMAD Thwarter slash EMAD Thwarter.  Eve thought she was going to be returned to full size.  Then, she was going to throttle the naked intruder, remove his balls, and—and—and—
	She was brought to a few inches more and that was it.  At five inches, though, Eve Z was a little bit of a handful—er, uhm, well yeah.  The process of being unshrunk took a little out of her and being already in a high state of anxiety Dim easily snatched her up and held her in his hand.  It was a marvel—the shrinking and unshrinking.  Dim thought the Inventor could do well with that instead of what it was intended for.
	The EMAD just wouldn’t work on Eve’s mind.  He couldn’t control her, couldn’t calm her down.  At her diminutive size, though; she ought to watch herself lest she become a statistic.  She was in no position—er, size, to argue, make demands, threats, or whatever.  Dim easily ripped her clothing off then got nasty taking her down to his throbbing/aching cum laden cock rubbing her nakedness all over the head of his soiled schlong—then forcing her head into his piss slit!
	He did!
	He thought of trying to jam her into his asshole but didn’t.
	At length, Dim returned Eve to the blender—then, fucked Jenna right before her!  Eve went ballistic but the mission of stunning the woman—breaking her, began to work.  Right on the floor did Dim lay Jenna; he was enamored with the woman (and how!) and after licking out her pussy, sucking her titties, he eased into her young teen twat his rock hard (but aching) cock.
	Even from her plastic prison Dim could hear the girl’s Mother screaming “NOOOOOO!” Dim ploughed Jenna’s snatch trying to put away his discomfort.  It was the most interesting phenomenon—to be so sexually thrilled as well as swathed in a tingling sensation that was not all that pleasant.
	Struggling to cum Dim nearly passed out.  A mental note was made to “cum back” to Jenna at a later time.  He wanted to spank the girl, fuck her asshole, cum on her face, fuck her brains out—then watch her inventor Dad do same!  Dim did put Jenna on her hands and knees, spread her cheeks and spank her some for the continued torment of Eve who continued to watch the horror.
	Dmitri found Eve slumped at the bottom of the blender.  He had stuffed Jenna cornhole but again—was unable to cum off.  Plucking the woman out of the blender and found the woman playing opossum—as soon as she was free of the plastic prison she violently twisted in a gymnastic move wrapping her legs tightly about Dim’s finger then BITING as hard as she could that same finger.
	The bite was intense and a little more than a mosquito and not unlike a sting from a yellow jacket.  And plucking the woman from his finger wasn’t as easy as thought—but he did manage and in anger held the woman over the blender…
	With the whirring blades of the kitchen blender on puree and Eve Zalenskeep held mere inches from those whirring blades—naked five inch tall Eve submitted.  She was greatly frightened—proved by the serious pee flood.  Dim held her by her ankles and the piss river fell down her naked body to the spinning blades whereupon the piss was flung about the plastic container thoroughly soaking the woman thusly thoroughly pleasing Dmitri.
	In most cases—Dmitri Tsugua had a back-up plan.  Unshrinking Eve and there was no real back-up plan planned.  She was broken but then again he had thought that before and got a sore finger for it.  She couldn’t be trusted.  The EMAD he couldn’t one hundred percent rely on, either.  It was taxed to the max and could fail at any moment any time.
	With the nifty minding device subject to failure—Dim decided to send some of the party goers home—namely the girls.  Aw!  Dim just didn’t have it in him to have it in them—his dick.  His dick needed a vacation.  The girls dressed; Dim hugged them, kissed, fingered, and deeply desired them deeply then sent them home with the notion that they had had a good time; they got nasty with one another; dare-kissing, oral sex, spanking, 69ing, etc.  Dim had no clear idea if the notions he had implanted would stick.  But it was late and the girls went home leaving the EMAD free of minding their minds.
	Then, Inventor Rhichard and daughter, Jenna, went to Jenna’s bedroom where they were put to their new way of life—sexual.
	‘you want to have sex for hours.’ anal, oral, spanking, oral, anal, spanking.
	Then he released them putting it to them that they were to remain oblivious to his presence.  After their minds were unlocked there was a period of adjustment deciphering their “new way of life”.  Then,
	Daddy Zalenskeep laid down on his daughter’s bed, naked.  His cock had had quite a workout but pent up desires held back for years got it hard—especially when naked Jenna came onto the bed sitting up on her knees.  A lone bedside lamp was the only source of illumination for the room and it bathed the naked teen in a wondrous light.  Her body was simply fucking gorgeous!
	“Wow.” said Daddy Z; he got a quirky smile on his face as he gazed upon his nude child.  Jenna blushed then focused her attention to her Daddy’s dong.  Dim waited—the only thing electronical from the EMAD was the invisibility factor.  Rhichard and Jenna were “on their own.”
	Would she—wouldn’t she?  The seconds ticked; Rhichard lay cockeyed across the bed, dick hard, eyes still gazing upon his naked child.  Then—then—Jenna reached for her Poppy Cock and worked it, squeezed it, marveled at it—then—THEN—
	Went down on it.

	Dim was pleased.  His cock ached even more.  Jenna sucked and sucked her Daddy’s cock; her Daddy (also pleased) caressed Jenna’s thighs and ass and (on his own) maneuvered the girl whereas she was poised above his face.  More gazing there was to Jenna’s poon followed by Jenna lowering herself and her Daddy licking her out.
	That left the EMAD to deal with Rhichard’s wife, the boys in the living room, and Jacob.  Rhichard’s wife was returned to the Shrink Device with a stunned mind.  Dmitri stared at his Device trying to ascertain if whether or not the mindlock to Eve was valid.  More than that—was the connection between Device and Mind concrete.  Dim couldn’t take chances—well, he could and did and was but…
	Five minutes at least staring at the various readouts, dials, and wavy lines.
	Then, with a sigh, he activated the Inventor’s machine and brought the sullen stunned woman back to full size.
	‘suck my dick.’ Dim minded to her.
	Eve didn’t move.  She stared blankly at him.
	Dim wrinkled his nose—then thought of the good doctor (remember him?)
	‘you want to suck my dick.’
	“I want to suck your dick.”
	Dim smiled—a new life for Eve as well!

What’s a little orgasm among family?
	On her back, positioned well on the living room sofa already stained with party participant juices and virgin blood, Eve Zalenskeep “willingly” took on Rolan, Vinny, and gaylord Clay.  Rolan “went down” on Eve and her freshly shaven cunt.  Dim had just been in the woman’s trench depositing a mighty load of spunk that nearly killed him.  His entire body felt like it was on fire.  There was more tingling than ever before and for a moment—he didn’t want to ever fuck again!
	He then shaved the woman’s cunt while they shared a shower.
	Then he promptly sodomized her, spanked her, peed on her funk hole then brought her to the living room.  It was quite a scene watching the thirteen year old boy nosh out the woman’s pussy.  Cum dripped from the boy’s dangling participle; his balls slung about, and Dim found himself lusting!
	The lust factor soared when the teenager stuffed his dangling participle into Eve’s pussy.  Watching a sex act from behind was just something awesome!  Dim’s aching cock became increasingly achy but tolerable.  The boy’s balls slapped and cinched up against Eve’s poon with Dim proclaiming steadfastly that he was staunchly NOT GAY! but admitted that Rolan DID have a nice ass…

	After Rolan, Vinny and Tray got their individual turns; then Eve sucked the boys before Rolan rammed his rod up the woman’s tight ass with Vinny and gay Tray slamming their rods at the same into her pussy—at the same time!  More insertions into the boys—their new way of life sexually speaking and then they were sent home, too.
	Dim slid his aching oh-so aching cock into the woman’s cunt and plowed for several minutes but was unable to achieve an orgasm of any kind.  That was disappointing.  He found some thrill with having young Jacob visit his Mother’s cunt—watching a sex act that was more than illegal and illicit seemed to be the trick.
	After Eve sucked her ten year old son’s schlong, his balls, and even licked his asshole, she spread her legs and took him on while Dim whole heartedly watched with glee.  To say the least that when Eve got her orgasm—Dim got his.  The boy had worn out somewhat and Dim moved him to where his sweaty bald balls filled his Mom’s mouth beneath him.  Dim parted the boy’s cheeks and rammed his rod into the boy’s hole.
	Seemed the thing to do.

more of the same but different
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The Doctor is In
	More instruction was installed into the family Zalenskeep; their “new way of life” being sex-sex-sexual.  Inventor Rhichard Zalenskeep would abandon his pursuit of disabling electronic mind altering devices and pursue devices that would give a better orgasm for man and woman (and child!)
	Dmitri gave his dick (and EMAD) a week off.  He concentrated on his school work and working with his Dad; going fishing with his Dad, taking his Mom out to a surprise lunch, and visiting a local college—mostly to impress and instill hope in his parents.
	Then,
	The brass plaque sign read Dr. Cliff Elbaxhuh with a plastic sign next to it reading The Doctor is IN (or OUT) depending on whether Dr. Cliff Elbaxhuh was IN or OUT for business.  Got that?
	Dim found no one else home—save for the Doctor’s lawyer wife.  She was upstairs in the upscale well-to-do brownstone neighborhood on her bed, naked and asleep!  Dim stood at the partially opened door wondering.  Had she been “touched” by her husband’s Device?  
	It was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up—so he didn’t.

	The woman seemed ok, in that she seemed to be “asleep” and there was no obvious signs of sexual activity or anything else.   For a black woman, an African-American—she was strikingly beautiful.  No one else seemed to be around and Dim’s cock had had sufficient time off.
	First up was to tackle the woman’s shaven snatch with his tongue.
	His cock ached demanding attention but he held off.  He wondered about the good Doctor downstairs in his private office aside the stoop stairs.  As Dim finished up with the tonguing of the woman’s cunt and sliding up her body to engage sex—he wondered if Dr. Cliff had his way with his patients?  He was a general doctor, emergency trained, and a baby doctor.  Did he boff the pregnant bitches privately in his private office?  They couldn’t get any more pregnant and it had to be sad that those patients were all very nice looking as they came from a “nice area.”
	Back to the naked woman on the bed.
	Clare Elaine Elbaxhuh—early 40s, very nice body; well developed womanly titties, trimmed bush, wonderful body overall.  Why she was naked sprawled out on the bed was a mystery.  A little concern for Dmitri but he went with it anyways.
	He didn’t regret it.
	Mounting Clare E was a fantastic experience.  Even in her present state of mind—whatever it was, Clare E was a fantastic fuck encounter.  Having had several children and obviously fucked a few times in between times—it was amazing to find the woman with a snug snatch!  Dim found himself drawn into the woman—more than just into her pussy.  Fooling around with young girls—really young girls, was one thing.  Getting freaky with boys was one thing.  But making love to a woman like Clare E?  Wow—wow-oh-wow-oh fucking wow!

Downstairs and the Doctor was In—IN daughter Vanessa.  Daughter Vanessa, a mere fourteen years young, was stark naked laid out on an examination table, legs up along her doctor Daddy’s chest, his cock slamming nicely into her hot teenage pussy.
The man was seriously “gettin’ it on!”
 	Dim was pleased—But wait!  There’s more!
	Two-three minutes and the Doctor’s exam of his daughter’s pussy was complete.  He gave a mighty grunt and pumped tenaciously as he completed the incestuous deed.  Then he pulled out and slapped his cock against Vanessa’s cunt before trying for a backdoor exam, too!
	That was, unfortunately, a no-go.  His cock was too shagged out and not strong enough to make the initial penetration.  A moment of rest, though; and Dr. Cliff rolled his child over and began patting her butt—then spanking it with his cock.
	And after prying her ass cheeks apart he once more attempted anal.
	And again, his cock though hard and strong was not strong enough to make full anal penetration.  Full anal penetration.  There WAS penetration—the head and a little more but not FULL ANAL PENETRATION.  The naughty doctor just had to go with what he could get and be happy with that.
	And Dim was amused that he could be so close to the naughty doctor and not be detected.  Dim even reached out and “touched” Vanessa!  Dr. E did his best at butt fucking but ultimately gave up to settle with spanking.  Like Dim, the Doctor liked to spank!
	After some spanking and Dr. E made for his small private bathroom for a shower—Dim took the opportunity time to penetrate Vanessa his ownself.  He found her asshole forgiving telling the tale that maybe the good naughty doctor had been penetrating that hole before—and more than once.
	Just as Dim was finishing up and Dr. E stepped out of the shower; grumbling, farting, and waggling his long dong mamba giving Dim little time to get out of the way—and no time to “wipe” away his presence.
	Dr. Elbaxhuh stumbled about his small office; made a phone call, stood blatantly naked fondling himself, called the hospital where he worked and chatted with someone there, then made dinner reservations for he and his wife.  Then he picked up the EMAD.  Dim hadn’t seen it laying right out in the open on the doctor’s desk.  It was not unlike a modern day sophisticated cell phone with drop-down keyboard.  
	(yes, everyone in this epic saga has a mind controlling device!)
	What Dr. E did to his personal Mind Altering Device Dim didn’t know as he kept just enough to be “out of the way” and mindful of the two doors—one led into the house and the other was the street entrance.
	“You want to suck my cock.” Dr. E said aloud pressing some buttons, “and like it!” he added.
	Vanessa dropped to her knees and took holt of her Daddy’s cock and sucked-sucked-sucked.  Dim smiled—another fine candidate for side-kick!

*

Obsession; it goes so well with fixation, fascination, passion, and mania
	Circumstances abound!  Consumed by college notions or joining the military, OR staying put and working where he was with his Dad—Dmitri Tsugua threw himself into his work AND took on more available hours.  The EMAD thing was also a contender fouling his mind—it had been quite an adventure!  He knew there were dangers—at any time the minding device could fail and most likely at the most inopportune time!  And that would be bad.
	And so it came to pass that even after working a full shift and then some, Dim’s boss came to ask a favor.
	“Wanna take a load down to San Fartsomore?”
	Eight hours plus six more hours plus a side trip to San Fartsomore—Dim gave his boss a bewildered look.
	“Fifty bucks extra.” the boss added.
	That got Dim’s attention.  Always, though, in the back of his mind, he knew that equipped with a sound EMAD—he could be a hell of a bank robber!  Any convenience store, department, small bank, gas station, whatever—he could waltz up to the teller or behind-the-counter person and ask nicely “you wanna give me money.”
	And if he were old enough to waltz into a casino—he could do same!
	Awesome!
	But being a sexual deviant held him fast and that was enough.
	He took the money and the company van loaded with crates and boxes of fruits and veggies, machine parts, and what have you.  It was good to get out of the warehouse’s super freezer where Dim worked bringing agricultural goods in and out via hand truck or forklift.  The two hour drive to San Fartsomore would be a nice distraction—albeit in the middle of the night.
	No time limit, just get the goods there before noon and have his ass back (with the van) before evening type time.  Aside from the fifty bucks cash, Dim would STILL be on the clock all that time!  Serious OT!
	There was the freeway, the highway, the interstate, and byway.  The interstate was boring but direct until the last few miles where Dim would have to take the transition road on into San Fartsomore.  The freeway, the highway, all got close to San Fartsomore but only the byway led the way directly into the out-of-the-way agricultural town—all on a two lane road that went thru some hills and an Indian Reservation.
	A little after midnight and Dim came into that Indian Reservation—most of the Indians were in various types of homes scattered all about mid-desert landscape.  A lone gas station was along the way; a huge water tower behind it, a horse corral next to it, a café (that was closed), and a repair shop made up the stop for those braving the long road between agri-towns.
	Strangely, Dim wasn’t the only one traversing the roadway or stopping at the station that was open most hours.  A Indian teenager was there to operate the gas station, pump the gas, wipe the windshields, take the money.  A recreational vehicle was parked nearby; Dim gave it a quick look noting that the driver was fussing with a spare tire—the RV had a flat.
	When the Indian teenager went to process Dim’s gas card his boss had given him—a young teenager came into view.
	She came around the RV and didn’t seem too happy; arms folded, sighing, kicking small stones to one side with her impatient feet.  The only light was from the gas station’s office and the power pole near the gas pump island—but it was enough to shed some light on the girl—short sassy strawberry blond hair, supple breasts, average weight and size for her age group.  She looked nice; and wore a short skirt, too!
	Some young boys ran amok with their mother trying to curtail their midnight activities.  The girl rested against the bumper casually checking the progress of her Dad’s flat tire abilities—which wasn’t seemingly going so well.
	‘walk out to the darkness—to your left.’
	The girl didn’t move and Dim figured it was due to the distance between them.  The Indian teenager was still processing the gas card.
	‘you WANT to go to the darkness to your left.’ Dim minded taking a cue from Dr. Elbaxhuh.
	Nothing happened.
	Dim wrinkled his nose, noted the three boys, two of which were twins, continuing to run trying to avoid their mother who was getting annoyed.  Finally, the already pissed off daddy jumped up and grabbed the oldest boy nearly slamming him against the RV.  The chase was on to the twins who continued to think they were at play.  The older boy, ten or so, crawled under the RV.
	‘go into the darkness—to your left; go to the boulder.’
	A power push was added to the message and finally the girl got up from the bumper narrowly avoiding a speeding little brother and slipped off out of sight to the great boulder just off to one side (in the darkness.)
	Dim sighed—well, that was something.
	The Indian came back with the receipt, Dim fired up the company van and hoped he made a subtle U-turn going up the way he had come but still on the property of the gas station.  The whole area was gravel just off the two-laner; rustic remote area not overly popular with tourists—or locals!
	With the lights off Dim pulled the late model cargo van up within a few feet of the giant boulder.  Fiddling with the light switch he turned off the interior light then opened the passenger side door,
	‘get in.’
	He hated the tires crunching on the gravel but that couldn’t be helped, and the noise of the motor wasn’t particularly wanted, either.  The young teen came into view and didn’t hesitate as she climbed into the van.  Dim sighed, farted, and eased the van back onto the road.
	One of the twins had climbed up onto the family RV and was pissing off the back of it.  Dim stifled another pesky fart and as soon as he was a few hundred feet from away got the vehicle up to speed and hauled ass.
	And just a few miles down the long narrow road just before the hill where the road dipped down and there were no homes or houses, trailers, mobilehomes anywhere—along with absolutely no one on the road at 1AM,
	‘take you panties down.’
	Dim held his breath and finally let a squeaker fart go and watched in awe as the girl, Jenny Snottsix eased her panties down to her ankles.  The only light in the van was from the dashboard—Dim feared the light from the ceiling when the doors opened would be too much.  His eyes had adjusted and though he couldn’t overly see what was going on distinctly—he knew.
	‘put your feet on the edge of the seat.’
	Jenny did so and Dim was pleased.
	Not a sound from the girl.
	Stretching his hand he caressed Jenny’s leg, thigh, then up to her chest before brushing a finger against her face.
	‘are you a virgin?’
	There was a momentary pause; Jenny licked her lips then in a bare whisper said, “Yes.”
	Dim opened her legs and got a finger busy fingering her pussy.
	‘do you finger yourself?’
	“Yes.”
	Kewl!
	‘does anyone ELSE finger you?” an inquiring mind had to know.
	“No.”
	‘are you naughty with your brothers?’
	No answer—insert negative game show bell here.
	‘are you naughty with your oldest brother?’
	“Sometimes.”
	Oh!
	Details!
	She let brother Paul rub his dick against her ass; bare dick—bare ass.
	‘no penetration?’
	No.
	Paul DID, though, get an occasional handjob.  Paul also got to view and “finger” his sister’s cunt.
	And that was it.
	Jenny had a boyfriend—no kissing.  No holding hands and no handjobs!
	Kind of pointless…
	Did she know what sex was?  Sex acts?  
	On Missionary—yes.  Advanced sex acts/positions not so much.  She wasn’t so much as naïve as she was just “not in the know.”
	After some serious fingering, Dim “released the beast” bringing Jenny’s hand over to fondle it.  That felt good!  No reaction from the girl.  Dim had heard on the news of girls—teens mostly, and older teens, working in connection with law enforcing agencies, vigilantes, parents, and so on, were setting up perverts.  The girls were wired and tagged with tracking devices.
	Dim quickly removed Jenny’s watch and tossed it—then asked if she was possibly working with police or setting up any potential pervert lusting for her body.  Jenny shook her head and Dim got her to squeeze his cock all the harder.
	That only led to Jenny being escorted between the seats.  The crap from the warehouse was pushed clear up to the seats giving very little room.  There was enough, though,  for hanky and/or panky.
	No light—and Dim wanted very muchly to see Jenny—‘specially with her clothes off.  But light could be seen a great distance out in the desert even if a simple cargo van’s interior light.  Dim fondled the girl, fingered her, spanked, poked, prodded, then finally began entering her.
	The girl did give a little audible yelp as her “cherry” was bursted.  Dim clutched her sides and guided his very strong and very determined cock further past the breach.  He moaned and relished in busting yet another cherry.  Jenny continued to make small audible noises but she was still controlled by the mind controlling.
	A slapping of her ass, squeezing her delightful young teenage breasts, and Dmitri Tsugua had defouled another girl’s body.  Using her own panties he cleaned his cock and her pussy, then fingered her dirt hole before applying his cock therein.  He gave no insertions to her mind for her to carry on with her brother/brothers—just his cock.
	When done, he rested, watched Jenny pee, then stood the girl up (on her knees) and caressed her front.  Noting the illuminated time on his watch he preempted any further shenanigans and got dressed, dressed Jenny, then moseyed on to San Fartsomore.

	“Yer fuckin’ late!” bleated a gruff Karl Krumcrutch.
	Dim shined him on, smiling; “Van broke down, had to fix it and—”
	“Park it over there, bay 29.” And the gruff burly man who had served 29 yrs in the Navy and twelve running his own chili café stomped off.  It was just breaking day and the two hour drive from West Klarkville had taken four hours longer.  
	The “yard” was a large-large gravel/dirt speck with warehouses all over the place, parking lot here, a loading dock there, an outdoor grading and sorting belt there.  Dim fired the van up and moved to Bay 29 and after opening the rear doors returned to the front seat to let the dock workers unload as he had been instructed.
	It wasn’t a far stretch of the mind to believe that something “funny” was going on.  He shrugged—as long as he didn’t get busted for it—whatever it was.  In the floorboard of the passenger seat, thirteen year old Jenny lay curled up “asleep.”  She was covered up by a wool blanket and other assorted cargo van crap to conceal her.
	The unloading took just a few minutes.  Afterwards, Mr. Wonderful (Karl Krumcrutch) slapped Dim’s chest with a large yellow envelope.  
	“This is for your Boss,” chipped Karl, “unopened!” he snarled.
	Dim smiled and continued to shine the unruly man on.

	At a diner before leaving, Dim got a lunch plate; and for desert he stuffed his passenger one more time.  Right out beside the old fashioned diner car and Dim put the mindless girl on her back between the seats.  Then, he paused a moment to take her in, enjoy her nakedness, then eased his cock into her sex for a hearty fuckity-fuck-fuck.
	Then, with her legs up along his chest and shoved himself into asshole.
	A struggle there was to get off—and in doing so his cock was severely in severe agony.  He came but there were consequences.  Another week of vacation was due.  Jenny was dressed once more—admired, caressed, fondled, fingered, then let out behind a tire shop two blocks from the diner.  Dim then headed the non-descript van back down the highway home.
	“Any trouble?” his Boss asked upon arriving.
	Dim smiled, “Nope!” and he handed over the yellow envelope.  “Just the van broke down—I fixed it, though.”
	The Boss nodded, squinted, nodded, then walked away.
	And before Dim made for his car to go home—
	“You wouldn’t want to do this again from time to time, would you?”
	Dim shrugged, “Wouldn’t mind at all!”

*

A week later…
	And exactly a week later…
	Back down J-“what the hell are you doing on this backwater back country road” road Dim sailed the old van with Jenny Snottstix deep on his mind.  He still felt her body on his hands—and dick.  Her face had been wondrous to see; her smile, her eyes, the way she bobbed her head back and forth on his johnnson…
	He loved her—sexually.  But maybe more than that, too.  Her body, her person, just the way she was.  Fucking her was one thing, but having her in his world was something else, too.
	Down the lonesome road he hauled ass coming up to the lone rest stop and gas station.  In the daylight it was even more rundown and lonely.  Sparse overgrown vegetation, rustic rugged flattop hills, a single track railroad, a small canyon, and a whole lot of nothing else.
	A different Indian ran the business of the gas station; a little younger than the other one, too.  He knew what to do—this time, though, Dim wasn’t in for gas but for snacks.  Just off from the mini store was an old Indian and another who wasn’t as old—playing chess.  Not checkers—but chess!
	Dim made his purchase then hustled back out to the company van to get going.  “No goofing off!” had warned his Boss, “Get there—get back!”
	Dim had smiled and nodded—he was riding on thin ice but maybe he could smooth it over with his minding device should it come to that.
	Just as he settled in sorting his goodies in the ice chest—a family van pulled up to the gas pump island and a small herd of peoples filed out.  Four adults and many children.  Some teens, but mostly young peoples.  Dim’s stomach fluttered—the only girls were two small ones about nine years young or so.  He wrinkled his nose as he watched them and unawares began gouging the heel of his hand into his growing boner.
	One of the boys, about ten, was a cutey, the rest were so-so and older.  Dim wasn’t interested in boys older than say thirteen.  The herd descended upon the Indian convenience store while the young Indian did the fill up of the herd’s van.  Dim fired up his own van and gently pulled onto the lone highway—with three of the herd’s young’uns with him!

*

Fire lust
	Just before “What the Hell Are You Doing On This Hill” hill and the company van’s engine began to heat up.  So before getting caught somewhere on the uphill smack dab in the middle of nowhere with a blown or overheated engine, Dmitri pulled over to let it cool off and check the belts and radiator and use the water from his ice chest to help cool off the irate motor.
	At least that what he told his Boss…
	It was evening type time, the sun was still WAY up, the air a little more than warm but tolerable, the children in his care fussy with one of them “wet.”  The two girls WERE nine years young, the boy, Kevin, was ten.  Kevin had to pee as did little Linda.  Jill Dinobarn had already done so.  
	Lined up outside the van, Dim looked over his “special” cargo—taking them had been a compulsory whim—like that candy or magazine at the checkout stand.  You don’t really think about it—you just do it.
	Linda Barnosaur nine, had lovely blond hair, green eyes, and a typical nine year old’s body.  A red shirt with a cartoon character on the front; some food and drink stains, too.  She was a cutey; short dark blue shorts, blue ankle socks, red and pink tennis shoes!
	Down came the shorts and yellow panties.  Dim’s cock nearly busted out of his pants as he ogled the young girl.  Sure, a teenage girl would have been better, but he was happy with what he got.  Hoisting the girl up he sat her on the passenger seat leaning her back.  The mind controlling device held the children well enough that they were not a problem and did not need to be tied up or restrained in any other way.
	With Linda’s legs up and back a little, Dim ogled more strongly the child’s innocent crevice.  After applying his tongue to her crevice he fished out his cock and began hammer it—just as the familiar whine of an approaching car came to his ears.
	Perfect.
	God-fucking-damn it!
	Dim ducked down and the car zoomed by heading down the hill and on to the flat land.  No other sounds followed and so it was back to the business of personally scrutinizing Linda’s cunt.
	As he licked, lapped, nipped—he did wish the girl was a few years older; twelve the base but a nice thirteen or fourteen year old would have been sweeter.  He licked and lapped then finished stripping the girl’s off before moving up “into position” whereas his throbbing and aching cock pressed hard against the child’s pussy.
	No penetration—but a lot of serious rubbing and gouging.
	There was an orgasm but it seemed odd to him—like his spunk was jammed up inside the head of his dick.  He felt the “surge” was right there but couldn’t/wouldn’t come out.  He tried and tried, gouging mostly his pud up and down Linda’s poon until he was spent.
	Jill Dinobarn had pissed herself.  Dim didn’t mind.  He stripped the little brown haired girl nude, held her, squeezed her, spanked her while pressed against him then put her on the passenger seat.  Never minding the thoroughly soaked snatch, Dim licked and nipped the girl’s pussy to his delight and just as he placed his cock against her and got busy with the humping—
	Another highway whine got his attention.
	This time—there was no “zoom” as the approaching car came along the downhill hill.  The car slowed but maintained a highway speed just the same—and was not a typical family car but a state highway patrol car.
	For a moment—for as long as the car took to come into view and then move on by, Dim’s heart stopped.
	Clear liquid splooge squirted out of his pisser—an indication that he was cumming from the bottom of his balls (so to speak.)  He humped Jill’s cunt, poked and prodded her asshole while her legs were bent back and up along his chest.  For a moment there—he wanted nothing more than to fuck the girl.  To fuck both girls, be damned their ages and virgin status—he wanted to get his dick into them and fuck them hard!
	Noting the time—it was time.

	Mr. Wonderful, Karl Krumcrutch, greeted him with his typical surly mood.
	“’bout fuckin’ time!’ the burly-surly man said.  Dim had to note that the man reminded him of a cartoon frog; with cockeyed bowler hat, cigar, fat lips, tough guy mentality.
	The cargo was unloaded—save for Dim’s special cargo, yellow envelope was handed over, and Dim was on his way in less than an hour.  At the top of the “what the hell are you doing up here” hill Dim couldn’t wait and pulled over.  He tongued out Linda and Jill again, spanked them, watched them pee standing up then worked on poking their assholes.
	Fingering was one thing—using the plastic handle of a screwdriver was something else.  A little cock spit and spittle helped pave the way.  Dim’s cock was strong and just barely hard enough.
	Anal penetration was just a cunt hair away (and neither girl had any hair!)
	To say the least—Dim was enthralled (with the girls.)  He still preferred Jenny Snottstix.  His cock seriously ached and yearned for the teenager; but Linda and Jill satisfied his lust good enough.  And after a few minutes of anal plunging with the screwdriver handle—Dim inserted his personal screwdriver and deftly sodomized both girls—one after another.
	That was followed up with the molesting of the boy, ten year old Kevin.
	Once naked, Kevin was even more appealing.  Dim admired him, fondled his little penis, caressed his ass, cupped his hairless sac, then placed him on the passenger seat, ass up.  The girls sat beside the van (naked) waiting for their Round Two.  
 	Kevin was positioned whereas his ass was up and head down.  It was a little awkward and clumsy but it worked.  Dim caressed the naked boy’s ass and private parts again before applying his tongue to the boy’s funk hole.  After thoroughly getting it “wet” with his slobbers he took the boys balls up thru his legs and sucked on them until his cock was dramatically hard—Dim’s cock that is.
	Kevin’s pud also was hard and Dim was pleased with that—so much so that after he had sucked on the boy’s pud, balls, asshole, and fucked his tight virgin shitter—Kevin was put to the task of fucking the girls—one after the other.
	Seemed the thing to do.
	Just after Kevin had fucked Jill, a family friend he and his parents were traveling with, that familiar sound of highway tires returned—coming UP the hill this time.  Dim had just pulled out of Linda’s mouth, creaming in her mouth as well as all over her face.  He had spanked Kevin’s ass as the boy fucked Jill and was intent on sodomizing the boy for good measure.
	As the car neared—a spot light came on and the jig was up.
	Dim quickly hurried the naked children into the van’s mid section throwing a soiled canvas tarp over them.  He barely got his pants on (and nothing else) when a state highway patrol officer waltzed up; hand on the butt of his gun, other hand holding a flashlight up cocked at his shoulder.
	“Is there a problem here?” the officer asked.
	Dim dropped the fucking EMAD down beside the seat next to the door.
	“No, just dropped my license.” Then, “Er, just letting the van cool off before going on.”  Of course, being at the TOP of a hill would suggest a possible lie as an overheated motor could be cooled off with the engine in Neutral coasting down the hill.  Not overly recommended but commonly practiced. 
	“Can you step out of the van, please, sir?”
	The “officer” was a woman.
	The bright light from her flashlight prevented Dim from seeing her details.
	“Is there anyone else with you?” she persisted.
	“Nope.” Dim answered still fumbling for the dropped minding device.
	“I thought I saw you outside of the van—naked?”
	Before Dim could answer his fingers found the dropped Device.  A glance at the control panel showed all was well—he hoped.  Pulling it up to his waist and showing annoyance at the bright light in his eyes, he pretended to grope for the door handle saying, “Watch out, this door is tricky.”
	The door opened and the officer stepped back watching the door—being misdirected from Dim’s electronic mind warping device.  The lights across the control panel went red—yellow-orange—and then green.  The wavy lines of the oscillator wavered registering a connection and then a “grab.”
	“Gotcha!” Dim said with a satisfying sigh.
	Time was a problem, though; his Boss’ wrath would be a bitch if he didn’t get his tail back to the packing shed with the “envelope” soon.  He didn’t know how much longer he could play the “breakdown” card but he would try at least one more time.

	The air was still warm from the day; it was evening type time and time was a growing concern.  A big rig truck, agricultural type, roared by going towards San Fartsomore, a car here, another truck there spread out a few minutes at a time.

	Time consumption was taken undressing Officer Lexus Lanethrop.  Early thirties, a few years of being a state trooper, pissed someone off to be stuck patrolling the backroads—but hey, someone has to do it!  The officer’s utility belt was interesting—aside from the 9mm Glock, ammo, handcuffs, there were the mace spray, taser, stun gun, baton, and an EMAD detector and preventer.
	Neither of the sophisticated EMAD detector/preventer devices worked (in detecting Dim’s Device.)
	With the utility belt off, next came the boots and shirt, undershirt, pants, and bra.  Dim left her in her panties (for the moment.)  With the woman’s belt he spanked her stimulating his aching cock.  “This is for interrupting me!” and he let fly the belt to the woman’s ass.  Her mind was semi free—her hands were not (confined by her own handcuffs.)  She did lash out with her feet managing to kick Dim in the balls.  
	When Dim had recovered he pressed the officer’s stun gun to her ass.
	She freaked the fuck out.  Dim lashed her ass again—and again—and again; then pressed the stun gun to her once more before ripping her full brief basic white panties off.  It was awkward and clumsily and tight quarters, but Dim managed to shove his fuck stick into the officer’s asshole.  The asshole wasn’t the hole of choice but due to the angle of the dangle it was the hole made.
	Dim fucked the hole, groped the woman’s titties, spanked her, honked the horn, and knew his Boss was going to pissed-pissed-pissed.
	Well, he’d just have to lump it and be pissed!  Dim was busy!
	The tight quarters and awkwardness of doing the officer on the passenger seat got Dim motivated to move the activities elsewhere—like say next to that big freaking ass-boulder.  The boulder in question was just off the road aways and shaped pretty much like a giant butt; complete with crack and a small hole.
	The sand was warm and the woman frothing at the mouth, twitching, twitching, twitching, was no problem to lay out—and lay.  A furry snatch she had; Dim licked it out, nipped the lips, noted the red rearing snorting pony just to the left of the fur patch—then drove his tongue into her crevice for a hearty munch.
	There was something to be said for a woman—and her hairy cunt.  Dim liked—a lot!  His enthusiasm grew and grew—until such a time as his “growth” had to be satisfied more than his tongue.
	Officer Lexus, who had an African-American in the woodpile somewhere, tensed up as Dim’s teenage manhood slid into her canyon.  Dim felt spurts of cum squirting out right off!  It wasn’t a tight cunt and neither very snug—but it would do just the same.  The woman’s titties were nice to ogle (and suckle!)  Her pussy virtually swallowed his prick and it was a nice fuck.
	The woman begged to differ as she twisted and tried to fight him off of her.
	This only brought Dim to shove the stun gun head into her cunt.
	Locking eyes with Lexus, Dim gave her a long hard cold stare back, then pressed the trigger.  Lexus Lanethrop arched her back, twisted, and locked-jawed herself.  The entire head of the handheld stun gun was immersed into her pussy and the effect of the electrical current was immeasurable.
	Two hours late it was—and forty-five minutes more to drive and Dim was not yet finished with the state trooper.  Time to wrap it up and get a hustle.  The officer’s belonging, including clothing, were stashed in the van; then, the good (but nosey) woman was positioned up against the Ass Rock and tied there by some old trucker’s rope found in the van’s cargo area.  The kids were there, still; naked, mindless, ready for another round from Dim’s dick.
	But first!
	Another round of severe bare ass spanking followed by a piss shower.  And then—it wasn’t easy but Dim managed to slid his very sore and very aching cock into the officer’s asshole.  He got scratched up at the knees against the boulder—Officer Lanethrop got her titties scratched up!
	A little mind wipe from the EMAD and Dim was on his way.

*

Red Five standing by
	His testicles swelled near up into his asshole when he saw the three highway patrol cars parked at the GAS/EATS gas station and café eatery.  Small cause for alarm (and a new direction.)  Hoping that he didn’t get noticed, Dim slowed and eased the company van off the highway and onto the desert high desert.  A non-descript road heading “somewhere” out into the desert—and promptly got stuck.
	The rear wheels just spun and spun and spun.
	Dim’s mood got fouled and fouled and fouled.
	At length, though, the van got unstuck—by then the sun had gone taking usable daylight with it.  Traversing desert roads that were already hard to see in daylight in darkness just wasn’t a good idea.  But he was getting later and later to hand over the yellow envelope to his Boss.  From where he was in the desert Dim could already feel his Boss’ pissed off wrath—or maybe that was the heat of desert landscape.
	More than once did the van go “off-road” unintentionally but finally came to the back area of an old oilfield long since abandoned—the roads, holding tanks, some buildings were still there.  A few oil pumping units were still active.  Pissed off beyond being pissed off—Dim brought the tired old van behind one of the abandoned buildings and got out to stomp his pissed offedness off a little before spreading Linda’s legs and seriously fucking her brains out.

	Then he got Kevin, spanked him, sodomized him, and put him to the task of fucking Jill.  All three kids were a little more “aware” of their situation; they could feel the rage of their kidnapper; they cried, cringed, and were in great fear.  Kevin didn’t like being fucked up the butt, spanked, or forced to suck his abductor’s cock—but, having Linda and Jill suck his cock was alright.
	And fucking Linda and Jill was more than alright.
	Time, though, was a pisser and soon after Kevin had thoroughly fucked the girls they were off again.  Problem was—coming out of the oilfield there was nothing but a lone stretch of road to the agricultural town where the warehouses and processing sheds were.  Mostly potatoes but carrots, onions, and tomatoes, too.  A small town was there, convenient for the warehouses and processing sheds.  A couple of small stores, three redneck/rundown trailer parks, a couple of bars, a fire station, post office, and school.
	Thing was—Dim would have to pass by his warehouse shed before the town.  The only thing other than the warehouse sheds and town was the county dump—but it was closed and not really a place to drop off his special “cargo.”
	Dim sighed and had no choice but to tough it out and hope for the best.
	He was more than three hours overdue.  Mr. Boss was gonna be furious.
	Dim couldn’t help feel like a little boy about to get his ass whipped by an irate parent and trying to slip passed said parent as he came thru the door.  The Boss was busy on the phone in his office and two other deadbeat employees were present, too.  Dim entered and held fast keeping the envelope hidden from sight.
	The Boss completed his call, glared at Dim, glared at the two others.
	“Get out!” the man barked to the two employees who were also skating on thin ice.
	“Well?”
	Dim produced and handed over the yellow manila envelope.
	“Van trouble again?”
	“It overheats and has a fuel filter problem.”
	“Fixed it?”
	“Yep.”
	That was it.  A man of few words.  Dim backed out and felt ill.  After getting a drink of water from the cooler he started down the stairs from the dock when the Boss’ office door opened,
	“Hey!  You forgot something!” said the gruff man, possibly brother of the other burly-surly man Dim knew.
	A white envelope was handed over—sealed.  Dim took it, said nothing, didn’t even nod but tucked the envelope inside his shirt and left the scene—taking the crappy van with him.

	Work time was 7AM till—work was done.  Usually 5PM but that was just a goal for dinner break.  Usually work in the warehouse went until late hours of the evening.  By the time he got back home, a shower, some dinner, it would be close to midnight if not.  Then, up again at the latest 6AM to be at the warehouse by 7AM.  That was gonna spell a bad day.
	The option was just to stay at the warehouse like some of the alcoholics did in the side area of the warehouse OR the rinky-dink trailer in one of the trailer parks.  It was for emergencies—and this constituted an emergency.
	After a phone call home to tell his parents, Dim slipped the crappy company van around the fire station alley and let out the “special cargo.”  Naked.  Their frapped minds were unlocked and Dim motivated the van to Charlie’s Bar and Grill.

*

If it’s sticky like cum stains then it probably is
	Some weeks later and after a narrow escape from the Law while working his “other” job—hauling moonshine if you’ll remember, and Boss had another San Fartsomore run for him.
	There, too, was a new van to make the run.
	It wasn’t “new” per se, but more decent than the previous.  This one had a grand engine, brand new tires, new transmission, air conditioning, good radio, two-way radio, the name of the warehouse company plastered on the doors, etc.
	Goof off time would be more difficult now.  Dim liked the new van but…
	On his way down the lone road and stopping at the all-too-familiar GAS/EATS was a no-go.  Two state trooper cars were parked there along with a Plain White Wrapper.  Dim moved on.  Now was not the time to fuck up.  From the last run, the white envelope he had finally opened when in the crappy emergency stay-over trailer.  Five hundred dollars was inside.  That got Dim’s attention.  Coupled with what he made running ‘shine and the side jobs for his Boss—Christmas was going to be very-very merry!
	A small profit he had made from the Officer Lexus’ stuff, too; handcuffs, pepper spray, ammo, gun, baton, even utility belt, badge, and uniform.  The EMAD Detector and Preventer were a hot item and brought in a small tidy sum on the Black Market.  Dim was pleased.  Christmas and Birthdays were going to be very-very-VERY merry.

	The news of the kidnapped children; Jenny, Linda, Jill, and Kevin, along with the highway patrol officer, was big news and on the airways a lot.  Dim noted that one of the state trooper cars pulled out from the GAS/EATS and followed him all the way to the San Fartsomore warehouse then turned slowly around and went back.
	After the van was unloaded and manila envelopes exchanged,
	“Hey, got a special delivery job for ya,” spouted Karl Krumcrutch, “ya interested?”
	Dim was caught off guard, shrugged and tried not to look too bewildered.
	“It’s clear with your boss.”
	Dim wondered about that.
	“Yeah, sure; what?”
	Boss #2 said, “Take this load to Tubacco City,” Dim was given a hand written address, “drop it off in the alley by the doors, pick up a package inside a pullout-pass-thru.  Come back here—do not pass GO! or fuck off!  Got it?”
	Dim felt intimidated but agreed.
	What the “load” was wasn’t for Dim’s knowing.  Two men loaded two crates into the back of the new company van and Dim was on his way.
	Tubacco City was another 2-hour drive east; thru the tail end of the high desert, across a large dry river, and kissing the back end of a medium sized city.  Dim figured drugs—marijuana or cocaine—or both!  Could be something else, money laundering came to mind.  Dim didn’t care—as long as he got paid (and didn’t get caught!)
	Along the way…

Mean streak revisited
	Midway from San Fartsomore and Tubacco City there was a rest stop.  The road between the two remote towns was a dual two-laner.  A few houses dotted the landscape; trailers, shacks, wrecking yards, wrecked yards, remains of homes from years gone by, and so on.
	Dim had to pee and so he pulled off to do so in established facilities just made for such doings.  Although he had his trusty ice chest he opt for an ice cold drink from the machine by the phones outside the rest room.  A young woman was there looking at a map on the wall—and surreptitiously scratching her butt.  She quite scratching as soon as Dim showed up.  She was in a long thin summery dress and Dmitri got a whiff of her perfume—lavender!
	Stifling a fart, Dim made his selection then stepped back to rest against a table—eyeing the young woman as she continued to study the map.  More than once she casually checked Dim’s presence over her shoulder.

	‘raise your dress up.’
	Four other motorists were visiting the rest stop; a caterer’s truck; and a big rig.  One single motorist in a dress shirt and tie sat on the hood of his modern day sedan chatting on his cell phone using hand signals; another motorist was busy holding hands with his sweetie walking out to the wooden fence surrounding the rest stop; the other two motoring folk were enjoying a picnic with a few kids running amok playing on the playset and racing around the rest room facility.
	Dim didn’t see the truck driver of the big rig and assumed he was in his sleeper—asleep.  The caterer driver had his side doors open but no customers.  Dim slurped his drink and gouged the heel of his hand to his aching cock—the young woman in the summery dress had raised her dress up enough to expose her green bikini panties.
	The woman’s car was a BIG maroon SUV.
	In it, in a car seat in the middle seat, a sweet sleepy five year old girl.
	Dim wrinkled his nose, smiled, and directed the girl’s mother, Tammie to lay down in the middle seat section the “laid down.”  Dim settled in beside her.  The engine of the big SUV was already running with the a/c on HIGH; there were separate a/c vents in the middle and rear keeping the whole of the interior of the vehicle nicely cool.
	Dim wasted no time and got his hands busy fondling the near mindless Tammie Sezwhoo.  She was in her early thirties, supple 32Cs; a nice body over all with reddish brown hair very-very curly and just passed those 32C titties.  After working her green tinted panties down, Dim worked his own clothes down and worked up Tammie’s dress.
	While he “put it to” the woman’s pussy—the little girl, Trisha, woke up.
	In a groggy way, she looked at Dim who was fucking her mother and not her daddy.  Dim smiled to her and fucked the girl’s mother all the harder.  The mean streak continued with Dim caressing Trisha’s leg.
	The girl began to fuss, Dim began to cum, and the woman—began to “wake up!”
	That wasn’t good.
	Checking the EMAD and there was a problem—instead of green lights across the board there were only two green lights and four yellow ones with the oscillator indicator indicating a low connectivity.
	That was worse.
	Dim wrinkled his nose and found the woman waking up quickly.
	Thankfully, though, he had the element of confusion and used the seatbelts to tie her up.  There were potential problems rising he knew—like the woman remembering him; what he looked liked, what he did, how he did it, etc.
	Also not good.
	Regardless, Dim spanked the woman after fucking her hairless pussy.
	Little Trisha began to cry knowing that what Dim was doing was not right.  Tammie fussed and begged; Dim slammed his cock up her not-so-virgin asshole and humped a good hump with cool air kissing his bare sweaty ass.  he thought hard about what he was to do if the EMAD didn’t cool off and was unable to “wipe” the woman’s mind.
	The fucking, the spanking, the fondling of the woman’s daughter—all got Dim extra horny and be damned the consequences!  It was a bit of a doing and entanglement but he managed once more to fuck the woman’s pussy.  He got a kick to the balls for his effort.
	When burrowing into her asshole—somehow someway she managed to bring the heel of her foot to his dangling nut sac.  At work he had dropped a large industrial tool on his foot.  Steel toe protection or no, the tool impact hurt like blazes.  The refrigerator door had nipped his knuckles; he had lost grip of a propane tank (full & empty) dropping one on his foot and the other on his hand.  At home he had fallen off the garage acting a fool; off the top of the house while stringing up lights; a slip in the tub clunking his head; off the back of his pick-up while unloading sand and fertilizer in the backyard.
	A kick to the balls, though—surprised all those pains.
	“Fucking bitch!” he spat.  To say the least Dim was a little incapacitated and lay off to one side in utter agony.  Tammie wrestled with the bindings of the seatbelts; Trisha sobbed and cried, wet herself.
	Five minutes, maybe more before Dim was able to regain control of himself.
	However, by then, Tammie and wrestled herself out of the seatbelts and pummeled her rapist.  Dim somehow managed to defend himself and pummel back—but dropped his trusty EMAD in the process.  Fighting back the pain in his balls, Dim managed to wrap one of the seatbelts around Tammie’s neck.  She grabbed a holt of his nut sac and SQUEEZED.
	But the tightness of the belt around Tammie’s neck was more and she gave way.  Dim gave way, too.  This wasn’t working out as well as expected or hoped for.  Tammie still breathed—which was good.  Dim’s balls still ached—which was bad—it seriously put a damper on the festivities.
	A whole thirty minutes before Dim could even THINK about fucking around.  Tammie had come around—Dim smacked her then spanked her HARD and got a moderate hard-on as a result.  No use wasting a hard-on—he shoved it into the woman’s asshole pounding HARD until a suitable orgasm could be attained.  Tammie had no fight in her—which was good ‘cause Dim sure as hell didn’t, either!

	Then, as Tammie wrestled between consciousness and not so conscious, Dmitri raised Trisha’s legs taking her panties off.  Tammie freaked but couldn’t freak too much with a seatbelt tight about her neck.  She seethed rage snorting hate thru her nostrils.  Dim smiled and spread Trisha’s little legs “going down on her” making slurping sounds as he tongued the five year old’s pussy.
	Tammie bawled.
	Trisha’s screamed.
	Dim spanked and jammed a finger up her pooter hole and continued licking, nipping, and sucking on the little girl’s pussy.  Then, as a finale, plunged partly into her sex causing her Mommy to pass the fuck out.  The head of Dim’s dick made the penetration.  He gouged the crevice and poked very nearly busting through the innocence.  A since of morality or something prevented him from following thru and he pulled to jerk off onto her sweet face instead.
	He heaved and wanted to do so much more to Tammie.
	He wished beyond wishes to have some place—some special place to take her—and Officer Lexus, too!  Oh the time they would have!  Accompanied by Jenny, Linda, Jill, and Kevin!  The image of Kevin fucking Tammie and Lexus swelled Dim’s dick and he face fucked Trisha making her suck the head of his dick and then his hairless aching balls.

*

And now it gets weird—er
	The little incident at the rest stop was a forty-minute delay—so once back on the road he did what anyone would do under the circumstances—he floored it.  The posted speed limit between the two towns was 65 MPH.  It was evening type time and traffic was next to nil—regardless, a state highway patrol gave no leeway on the big heavy van doing 80 MPH.
	“God damn it!” Dim bitched.  He knew most the cops in his area—he was on Hwy 90 and NOT in his area.  With the cop car’s lights on Dim couldn’t tell if there were one or two troopers within.  He figured, though, due to the recent happening with one of their own the entire force would be a little edgy.
	A trooper came strolling up slowly alongside the van—the only windows were the ones on the cab area.  Typical banter—“Know why I pulled you over?”  “Do you know the posted speed limit for this area?” and “are you alone?” “where you going?” “what are you hauling?” “why are you going so fast?” bla bla bla.
	Dim took it all, answered this and that and fished out his wallet and registration.  The trooper was a young guy, no rank, all business.  When he asked Dim to “step out of the van” so as he could look inside to the cargo area, things got a little iffy.
	It was an accident to begin with; when undoing the safety seatbelt Dim let it go and the buckle went sailing up to the top of the pullout—he also dropped the EMAD he had in his left hand.  Both sounds startled and then frightened Dmitri and moreso the trooper—who promptly freaked the fuck out and pulled his weapon screaming “Get out of the van!  Get out of the van now with your hands up!”
	Dim thought the man was going to kill him.
	“Easy,” Dim said trying to show calm, “it was the seatbelt.”
	But Trooper Shaun Smitesum wouldn’t calm down and stood partly out in the roadway screaming totally out of control.
	That’s when another officer came into view—he had actually been on the other side of the van, the right side, sneaking up alongside the van to peek into the passenger’s side window.
	Dim did open the door and was partly out when the older-wiser trooper came around assessing the out-of-control situation.
	“Put yer fuckin’ weapon down!” hollered the “sergeant”.
	The younger trooper was sweating, eyes bulging, and totally out of control.
	Trooper Don Dugsomonup stood between Dim and his subordinate—giving Dim just the right time to grab the EMAD poised just under his ass as he attempted concealment.
	Trooper Don prevailed in calming his young sidekick sending him back to the car to sit and cool off.
	“What the fuck?” Dim asked showing pissed offedness and concern for his life.
	“We’ve had trouble here about of late,” the elder trooper said, “young bucks like him are hot headed and itching to prove themselves.”
	“I-I got to get to Tubacco City, making delivery for my boss or it my ass!”
	Dim trembled—partly an act and partly not.
	“You’ll get there a lot sooner if you slow down some.” He went on to add that a simple blow out (of a tire) could send the heavy van sailing off the road into the desert landscape and quite possible make his parents grieve (for the loss of their son.)
	Dim nodded and tried to show that he was still disturbed by the young officer’s brashness.
	“Come on,” said Don, “time to make amends.”
	Officer Don Dugsomonup walked with a ganter just askew of Dmitri who had trembling wobbly knees.  A burgeoning state of pissed offedness began to surge, though.  ‘fucking sonofabitch coulda killed me!’
	Dim wasn’t happy—no, not happy at all.  Soooo,