August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Fifty Four
The Factoring of Oops

Camp Spying 101
	(Finishing touches)
	“She’s waiting for you,” she said, “we don’t have much if we’re going to make it back to town before night.”
	Steve felt better—sorta-kinda.  His dick was sore-sore-sore.  It was more than ache-ache-ache.  Much more.  Much-much more.  He felt as if though he could never fuck again!
	“Who?” Steve asked, “Rene?”
	“No, silly, Michelle!”
	“Oh.”  Then,
	“What!?”
	Michelle was seven years young!
	Sure, Michelle had sucked his cock; sure he had blasted a hot wad of spunk into her gullet; sure he had fucked her face, checked her naked body out, and had engaged sexually with the other girls with her watching “up close and very personal.”  But what was proposed was ludicrous.
	Did it mean that he was to actually get it on with the little girl?
	Did it mean that Danielle was ok with that?
	More mindblowing—but this time it was Steve’s mind that was blown.

Step by step
	Laid out on the gang’s clothing little Michelle “awaited” Steve.
	Steve came along nakedly—unsuredly, but nakedly.
	DJ, Rene, and Staci amscrayed giving Steve and Michelle some privacy.
	Steve positioned himself between Michelle’s opened legs; Michelle exhibited embarrassment, the giggles, some concern, and eager anticipation to get laid.  Steve fondled his amazing hard-on partly desiring to proceed with the illicit act of sex with a very underage girl and partly debating sex with a very underage girl.
	 In the bushes surrounding the remote campsite; DJ, Rene, and Staci watched in impatient anticipation.  The girls were still nude and highly excitable waiting in such fervent expectation.  They fingered themselves and watched as finally there was action regarding Steve and Michelle.
	Mainly Steve.
	As the day began to fade, the temperature began to change from warm to not-so-warm and a nice campfire would be nice, Steve Gottagit licked out seven year old Michelle’s pussy.  First things first!  His balls clenched up tightly, his cock elongated somewhat, strengthened all the harder, and a flood of intense sexual tingling sensation gushed throughout his teenage body.
	He licked and licked and licked on Michelle’s young cunt; cupping her butt he increased his immoral sexual desire moving up her young body gliding his cock to her sex.
	“Here he goes!” Rene whispered.
	Danielle’s eyes glued to her boyfriend’s tight teenage ass; his swaying cinched up tight testicles, his average but adequate cock gliding up and down her baby sister…
	Finally the dastardly deed was done; there was penetration.
	Michelle let out a little yelp but otherwise accepted getting dicked.  (shhh, it wasn’t her first time!)  Steve eased into the young girl’s young sex, pulling out to glide up and down the crease before plunging back in.  (Unbeknownst to Steve, little Michelle had prior sexual encounters involving a boy her age and a boy a couple years older; boys who were under the babysIttocking care of big sister DJ.)
	But Steve didn’t know that information but now you do.
	So Steve was surprised mildly finding his cock managing to ease further into her “virgin” pussy more than expected.  Neanderthal-like mentality coupled with natural instinct of a male to “get laid” regardless of age, sex, size, color, creed, breed, species, or anything else took precedence and the fuck was on.  
	“Oh my God!” blurted DJ.
	“Way to go!” blurted Rene.
	“Awesome!” blurted Staci.

*

I came to fuck, what are you here for?
	The Oldsteam incident
	Further away from the remote campsites were some better ones; a campground that was remote but had “facilities”, running water, two small lakes, hiking trails, and a ranger station on premises.  After watching the previous campers’ festivities—a little mean streak was burgeoning on Dmitri.  Luckily there was an outlet for such pent up energy.
	This outlet was at one of the better camp-campsites; a better fire pit with table and barbequer.   A very nice large dome tent was erected, camp stuff was neat and orderly, and “perfume” scented the air.

	On a small sign post indicating who was occupying the campsite for the weekend:  Oldsteam
	No car was present—just that lingering perfume.
	Then, walking into the scene was a family of three.
	Pines and cedars occupied space in the camping area; the campsites were separated by some measure, blocked by huge boulders and many trees and bushes.  A creek was nearby; “facilities” were a small walk up to a hill; most campsites were with tents but further on the other side of the hill were camping trailers and regular trailers, too.
	The three family members consisted of a mommy and two children.
	Victoria Lynn Oldsteam was the mommy figure; Alexis Anne and Anthony James the “two children.”  Alexis was a preteen at twelve years young just shy of being an actual teen by four months.  Her brother, Anthony James was eleven, eight months from being twelve.
	Victoria was a nice looking woman; tall, excellent posture, long face, ample titties, well poised, wearing designer clothing and “religious” jewelry.  The children were nice looking kids with the girl a near mirror image of her mother including style of hair, facial expression, and mannerisms.  Anthony was a little more lighthearted, bold, exploratory.
	The children were well behaved; they played like normal children but were a lIttockle too polite about it—which annoyed the spying Dmitri.  He was intrigued by the woman (and children.)  He wondered if the two kids fooled around any behind their mother’s back.  Did the boy jack off?  Did the girl finger herself?  Had they seen each other naked?  Did they fart on each other?  Were there unnatural desires for sexual inappropriateness between the two (or anyone else)?
	These questions plagued Dmitri Tsugua and he had to know the answers.

*

	While Alexis and Anthony drank their sodas, a special treat to be sure, a stranger walked up into their camp ground.  He seemed friendly, wore “adventurer” clothing similar to Indiana Jones, including hat.  The kids’ mother was at first startled but then was calm and stepped off to one side of the constructed tent to “chat.”
	To Alexis and Anthony it appeared that the young man and their mother knew one another.  Then, it appeared to Alexis and Anthony that the young man and their mother knew one another too well as the young man and the kids’ mother “embraced.”  Alexis and Anthony had seen their mother “hug” family, family friends but the hug between the man they had never seen was intense.

	Then,
	More intensity came causing young Alexis to nearly have a heart attack!
	The teenage stranger put his hands onto Alexis’ Mom’s butt!  The young man’s hands began rubbing all over the butt area, squeezing, and even patting al la spanking!  Young Alexis was in fits; her eyes wide with What the Fuck?  Brother Anthony was in a similar state with his mouth open and heart beating near out of his chest.
	And what was more confounding was the kids’ mother didn’t seem to mind; she was protesting or freaking out or anything.  In fact, she herself was caressing the man’s butt and then—THEN she fondled him in the front!
	Alexis nearly fainted.
	The insertion of the Romanian Army could be possible with Anthony’s mouth open so wide; this after seeing his Mother’s antics on the seriousness fondling she was doing to the man he had never seen!  His heart stopped for sure when suddenly he watched as his Mom pulled out the man’s penis!  She did!
	Then, after hauling out the cock she continued fondling.
	“Mother!” shouted Alexis, “What are you doing!?”
	‘wuz a matter, kid, aint you ever seen your brother’s cock?’
	Alexis reared her head back, mouth open, eyes wide shut.  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t answer; she could only watch in horror as her Mother’s hand went up and down the man’s penis and then—THEN she was on her knees sucking it!  She was!
	Alexis stood up in aghast, hands clenched at her sides, “MOTHER!”
	Then the girl slung her head about and looked as if she were about to blow chunks.  Anthony slung his head, too, but stood up and came slowly over to his cocksucking mother and undone his own pants pushing them (and his tidy-whiteys) down to his ankles.
	Alexis remained standing by the table breathing hard trying to grasp what was going on before her.  Then, it felt as if though someone were pushing her.  Looking behind her she saw no one there; she stumbled and seriously sought to see/feel who was shoving her.
	Then she was at the horrific scene she just couldn’t get a grasp of.
	“Answer truthfully,” Dmitri said, “have you ever been naughty with your brother?” an inquiring mind wanted to know.
	Alexis continued to breath hard and look a fright.
	Victoria had “reached up” and took holt of her son’s schlong and began playing with it.  Alexis began to calm somewhat but stood shaking her head staring at her Mom’s “handiwork.”
	Anthony looked to his sister, “It feels good.”

	When Alexis was a mere ten and brother Anthony a year younger they found themselves engaging in “touchy-feely.”  Anthony was more curious than his sibling but she was curious to a point, too.  Sure they had seen one another naked up to that point; they had seen each other in their underwear the most.  They heard the other fart, pee, and “blow chunks.”
	But that particular point in time in the bathroom one Saturday morning was different.
	“Did you touch him?” his penis, specifically.
	“Yes.” Alexis replied nervously in a low voice.
	“Take your clothes off.”
	The girl heard the command; she couldn’t breathe and felt very ill.
	Then,
	Alexis watched in utter blown mind awe as her Mother went from sucking the stranger’s cock to sucking Anthony’s cock!
	“Did your brother “touch you”?”
	No verbal announcement but there was a head nod confirmation.

	Although there was sufficient space between the campsites—people walked around and could easily see what they shouldn’t see; so the naughty Dmitri and Company moved into the family tent to continue the immoral shenanigans—much to Alexis’ continuing horror.
	The tent was big enough to stand up in, especially for Alexis who was once more told to “get undressed.”
	Strangely, Anthony just seemed to go right along with the commands; so did his Mother, Victoria.  Alexis seemed to be the only one who was more aware of what was going but unable to do anything about it but fret and freak out watching.
	Off came the outdoorsy long sleeved shirt revealing a nice green undershirt.  That was removed, too, revealing a pinkish bra covering a pair of nice simple roundish preteen titties.  The girl stood staring at Dim, then to her Mother who appeared to be totally mindless and emotionless offering no help whatsoever to her distraught daughter.
	Anthony had laid himself down once inside the tent and removed all of his clothing.  The stranger in their midst stood nude also but Alexis didn’t remember when he had undressed himself.  
	“Take off your pants.”
	Alexis had regained control of her breathing but it still wasn’t easy.  Less easy was comprehending what was happening to her.  Then she had to stand and watch as her hands fumbled about undoing the buttons to her jeans.  Total disbelief the young girl was in—her hands were not her own!

	Anthony’s eyes followed his sister’s pants down—the girl remained standing in her nice blue panties with duckies all over them.  And topless.  The boy’s mouth hung open and his mind was easy.
	‘have you been naughty with your sister?’
	Anthony nodded in the affirmative.
	More “touchy/feely”; and a little more than what his sister admitted to.
	Dim smiled and probing the willing mind uncovered the truths:  even as recent as days ago and Alexis and Anthony were engage in “touchy/feely” the kicked up version.  In the bathroom Alexis let her bathrobe open exposing the fact that she was naked underneath—this while Anthony peed into the toilet.
	Then it was Anthony’s penis against Alexis’ bare ass.  Just rubbing on the cheeks.  Alexis copped a squat on the toilet to show her brother how girl’s peed.  They didn’t shower together but had one time in memory bathed together—when in single digit age.
	Oh, and Alexis DID lay down on the bathroom floor and finger herself while Anthony watched.  Zip!  Pow!  Wang!  Pffft!
	Nothing more followed.
	‘do you want to “touch” your sister,’ Dim probed, ‘between her legs, her pussy?’ specifically speaking.
	Zip!  Pow!  Zing!  Bash!  Whooosh!  Wow!
	Only recently had he found pleasure pleasing himself.  He seemed completely unawares that he was in the presence of his naked mother!  (or that he himself was naked.)  All that he WAS aware of was his sister getting into the state of nakedness.
	Then the boy watched as his paralyzed sister was embraced by someone other than their Dad.  Anthony beheld a most curious facial expression; cocking his head, licking his lips, confusion reigning supreme in his mind.
	Alexis breathed hard as her state of confusion was great—very great.  There was fear, petrifaction, and alarm but she seemed helpless.  Questions then came into her mind:  ‘do you want to have sex?’  ‘do you want to have sex with your brother?’  ‘do you want to be spanked?’
	The questions were, of course, invasive and horrible to even consider.
	NO on sex and she couldn’t even conjure thought one about “sex with brother.”  She was a Christian, her brother was a Christian as was her Mother and Father.  In facts, her Father was a prominent preacher, he had his own church and television show broadcasted not only in their town but state wide and coming the following year they would be nationwide, on the internet, and thusly world wide.
	Alexis was a very pretty girl and would soon grow into a very beautiful young lady.  Gorgeous eyes of blue, nice hair, supple breasts, very smart, Christian, beautiful singing voice, and only slightly naughty.
	Dmitri Tsugua sought to enhance that “slightly naughty” side to a more engorged outrageous wallowing in depravity.  Holding the girl to him and his cock soared.  Her skin was soft; a whiff of light perfume reminding Dim of a peach orchard filled his nostrils.  Playfully she was naughty with her brother—exposing herself.  She HAD gripped his dick and HAD let him finger her pussy as well as rub his dick against her ass.
	But that was about it and no more than that.
	Slowly and the girl was maneuvered to her knees…
	There was nothing from the girl’s mother and only slight concern from Anthony.  Mostly it was curiosity coupled with confusion—was this really happening?  Was Alexis really sucking that guy’s cock?  It bordered on absurdity forcing greater confusion and thusly ultimate acceptance.  Neat!
	Alexis sucked and sucked and sucked.
	Dmitri smiled and humped the girl’s mouth very pleased at the outcome; he didn’t have a fully grasp of the inner workings of the minding device but was satisfied with the Device’s abilities to check emotions.  The Subjects were not of one hundred percent free will but they weren’t zombies, either.
	One jut of cum squirted into Alexis’ mouth—the rest came out to anoint her sweet-sweet face.  Dim then humped her face squirting more spunk into her very styled “perfect” hair forcing her to suckle his sweaty/musty nuggets.  Anthony sat nakedly confused—he knew that what was going on was kinda odd; kinda wrong.  Or was it?  His sister was nude—that was a plus and more than ok.  But who was the guy?
	‘don’t worry about it.’ Dim insisted via the EMAD.
	Anthony tried but it was still a confused concern.
	‘come on.’ Dim minded to Anthony.
	Anthony cocked his head and stared as his naked sister lay on her sleeping bag, legs open.  All that mattered was her nakedness.  Slowly he moved to her; Alexis parted her legs and began fingering herself.  And as her brother “went down” on her, Victoria’s “awareness” was enhanced allowing her to be more aware of what was going on.	
	The woman nearly had a heart attack.  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hardly think.  She sat (nakedly) staring as she watched her children engaging in sexual wickedness—and helpless to do anything about it!
	After Anthony had licked and licked and licked all over his sister’s pussy he moved up “into position”.  His Mother shook her head displaying great confusion and horror.  Anthony made penetration to his sister’s pussy and the fuck was on!  There was no stopping the young boy once he got the “feeling.”  
	Victoria shook her head crying “No!  No!  Nooooo!”
	Dim smiled—it was only the beginning.
	It didn’t take long for Anthony to “get his nuts” off.  His sister didn’t seem to get the full enjoyment of getting laid but her brother sure did!  He fucked hard and fast as the throws of orgasm seethed thru his body and every fiber of his being.  Jerking off was one thing but getting off in a girl’s pussy was something else entirely!
	Dmitri smoothed his hand over the boy’s sweaty pumping ass and as the boy began to cum, Dim clutched the lad’s nuggets pulling them up between his legs.  When the orgasm came (and went) the boy was beside himself.  It was fully resolved (for Anthony) that there was nothing better than cumming off.  Chocolate cake—Great!  Roller Coaster ride—Terrific!  The super high water slide, head first—Outstanding!  Getting his rocks off in pussy?  Super-fucking-a-fantastic!
	Alexis lay in a swath of sweat.  Her young nipples were perked up; she fingered her sex with her mind totally-totally blitzed.  Which was good ‘cause it was Dim’s turn—he could wait no longer and mounted the girl sliding his schlong into her sopping wet freshly broken cunt.  Alexis moaned, shuddered, and looked to Dmitri with almost admiration.
	Dim looked from the girl to her mother—then to the girl’s brother who was still in the throws of his cumming off.  Victoria shook her head, “No—NO!” as she knew what lay in store for her.
	She continued to utter “NO!” even as she lay out on the sleeping bags, legs open, and her young pre-teen son lapping away at her womanly entrance.  Dim slid his prick further into the busted virgin pussy he himself wished he had busted; Victoria slung her head side to side grabbing up handfuls of sleeping bag—then arched her back and stared wide mouthed up to the tent’s mesh skylight as Anthony came to lay atop her gliding into her pussy his cock.
	The fuck was on!  Anthony and Dmitri got into the zone and humped a good hump with both girls thrashing about madly until finally submitting to their own orgasm.  Victoria was reluctant but couldn’t deny herself the pleasure (and for temporary she let go the fact that it was her son who had given her the pleasure.)

	On her hands and knees, drenched in sweat, Victoria Oldsteam slurped the pussy juice drenched cock of her son while behind her the stranger sodomized her.  The woman wavered between realities as she gobbled her son’s hard cock; it was right—it was wrong.  She couldn’t decide and when she was close to realizing what was going on her mind was frapped.
	Positioned beside them, Alexis lay with her head down—ass up, fingering herself into a tizzy.  Dim caressed the girl’s ass, fingered her hole and spanked her all the while he “put it to” her mother.  The woman thrashed but it was not due to her “awareness” of the illicitness plaguing her but the wallowing of what was plaguing her.  And Dim was pleased.
	Anthony was pleased, too; especially after screwing his sister’s pussy, cumming off in her mouth, humping her between her titties, then “up the ass.”  The boy was totally frapped.  He knew vaguely that he was doing the naughty with his sister but then again—it was more like a dream or a fantasy.
	When doing the same to his Mom, though—nothing.  There was nothing in (or in) his mind.  He put his tool into the cunt that had bore him eleven some odd years earlier and fucked tenaciously until spewing a gob of cum to beat all.  His mother breathed hard, shuddered, tensed up and submitted to releasing sexual juices of her own.  Alexis sucked on Dim’s dick while her Mother sucked Anthony.  The boy struggled to cum—he was about cummed out!  He did manage, though, to squirt some onto his Mother’s face and then it was an all out Face Fuck whereupon she suckled her son’s musty cum encrusted nuggets.
	It wasn’t over—not by a damn sight!
	Alexis seemed to be the only one who was “aware” of what was going on, really; she teetered on the edge of acceptance and freaking the fuck out.  She watched as her brother sat on their Mother’s face, his testicle sac in her mouth.  But that wasn’t all; as he lay down their naked Mother’s body—there was a strange man behind Anthony—right behind him!  As Alexis stared and stared and then stared some more she saw that the stranger was in facts sodomizing Anthony!
	And when after the naked stranger got his rocks, he pulled out and began spanking Victoria’s ass (with his cock yet!)  Then—THEN Alexis sat in ultimate bewilderment watching in ultimate horror as her Mother licked Anthony’s asshole!  There was the man’s sperm covering all of her brother’s hole and there was her Mother’s tongue flicking all about cleaning it up!

*

What the— 
	The babbling brook in the background was a nice touch; the buzzing of insects?  Not so much nice.  Several times while destroying the family Oldsteam did Dmitri (and Sasha) get their bare bums buggered by the prodigious proboscis of gnats and mosquitoes.
	Finally, as Dim (and Sasha) buggered Alexis, Anthony, and Vicky (Victoria).  Alexis, at one point, begged the naked stranger “please stop!”  The naked stranger took her plea under consideration (all the while he shoved his fuck stick into her asshole!)
	Both the naked stranger (Dmitri Tsugua) and Anthony took time in Alexis’ asshole; spanking her and double penetration, too.  After a short break—Dim and Anthony did the same to the kids’ mother who was totally mindless and totally not aware of what she was doing or who she was doing it to.
	Anthony was pretty much the same way leaving Alexis the only one who knew what was going on, with who, and by whom (sorta).  Dim took extra pleasure putting Anthony thru the paces of screwing his Mom, cumming on her face, cumming in her mouth, squirting cum on her bodacious mommy titties, drenching her pussy inside and out.
	That seemed to be the thing, the point of having an EMAD—empowerment.  Forcing other to do something against their will that they normally wouldn’t do.  That was the thrill of pleasures for Dmitri; sexual depravation.  Oh sure he enjoyed participation, too; but putting a boy like eleven year Anthony to put his cock to not only twelve year old sister but to his Mother as well!  Awesome!
	It was hard to tell who Anthony enjoyed screwing more—his sister or his Mother!  Dim preferred boning Alexis but also found increased pleasure shoving his meat prong into Vicky.  A moderate increase in pleasure while stuffing Anthony’s cornhole (the same he had for doing same to Cousin Sasha (but he still claimed that he WASN’T gay!))  well, maybe just a little…

	So, just a before noon o’clock that next day and who should come up to finish up camping for the weekend?
	Lloyd Oldsteam, Victoria’s husband and the kids’ Father!
	The man was a preacher, a dynamic-charismatic preacher who had a unique Georgian (US) drawl.  He dressed nicely when preaching, was never seen working soup lines, bread lines, helping the homeless or other people in need, though.  Drove a very nice luxury import car, had “nice things” and was working a major television deal other than public broadcasting he was involved with currently.
	He was a schmuck.
	Maybe not a shyster, but Dim didn’t believe he was all that much “into God.”  The man’s desires were not “Godly” but worldly—clothes, jewelry, cars, nice-nice house; the best of everything and everything the best.  The man arrived in a small trendy nearly new popular sport pick-up, simple clothes for his weekend off but he still looked schmucky.
	Not seeing his family there to greet him he looked around, calling out assuming they were trekking somewhere close not thinking or believing that they would be sleeping in.
	‘come into the tent.’
	Lloyd stumbled, nearly ran into the table, shook his head and stared curiously at the great family tent.  Lloyd had distinguished appeal, kind of kinky or just extra-extra curly dark brown hair.  He wasn’t too tall, thin/average build, and a genuine Southern drawl.

	Once inside the tent the man’s heart stopped.
	“What the—” he didn’t finish and Dim wondered if he would have uttered the word that generally follows “What the—(fuck.)”
	Laying out fingering herself was wife, Victoria; beside her masturbating blatantly also was son Anthony.  On the other side of Victoria was daughter Alexis—also naked and also fingering herself.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Lloyd blinked his eyes, shook his head in an attempt to free it of encroaching confusion, then found himself pulling off his pullover shirt, kicking off his shoes, and undoing his jeans.
	“What the—” 
	It looked like he was trying not to follow thru but down came his pants followed by his boxers and there he was—naked.  Confusion filled him, consumed him—even (and especially) when Alexis got up and came to him.  He stared at her almost blankly and almost like “who are you?”  It couldn’t be believed as he watched his own daughter took his dangling member and begin manipulating it to a serious hard state.
	In Alexis’ hands was one thing—in her mouth was something else!
	The man stared down at his daughter playing with his cock.  It wasn’t right, he knew it but was too confounded to stop her.  Alexis didn’t seem to mind that the cock in her hand was her Father’s; she worked the cock—worked the cock—worked the cock and finally popped the Poppy cock into her mouth sucking it fully.
	The look on Lloyd’s face was classic WTF!?
	Alexis did a great job totally blowing her Father’s mind—and his cock!
	Anthony got up and positioned himself behind his sister and seemingly entered her from behind.  Father Lloyd, however, was still mesmerized by his daughter’s action to really pay attention.  Nor did he seem to notice when his naked wife got up and askew of her naked son placed her hand between his legs to play with his balls.
	Suck-suck-suck; Alexis sucked and sucked and sucked bringing her Father to an amazing cum.  The first blast erupted into her mouth; the second blast squirted onto her very pretty face—the spitting mirror image of her Mother.  Alexis sucked on her Father’s shaft, suckled the head, rolled her tongue expertly around the super sensitive crown (and got another second wave of sperm anointing that very pretty face.)
	Then,
	To entice Lloyd’s schlong back to life after it had cum a good cum, his wife went to slurping on Dim’s schlong—but Lloyd wasn’t really clued in of Dim’s presence.  How he was perceived in Lloyd’s mind wasn’t known, though.
	Then, Alexis firstly turned and with face down (and ass up) presented herself.  Her Father looked to her strangely and with great confusion.  Alexis patted her ass, fingered her hole, fingered her pussy.  His naked wife fingered her pussy and sucked-sucked-sucked on some cock.  Victoria was nice!  It wasn’t so much that she was an excellent cock sucker (and she was) but she was nice looking naked.  A wondrous body that young Alexis would soon be developing into.
	‘ever give head to your husband?’
	Yes, but not very often—only when really-really horny and in a kinky mood.
	Lloyd and Vicky showered together occasionally, bathed together, and slept nakedly together.  They made good love in bed, on the bed, bathroom floor, kitchen table.  No backdoor banditry.  Vicky DID handle her husband’s cock (and balls) and in turn he fingered her pussy, sucked her titties AND licked out her cunt!
	Victoria had NO thoughts of indecency towards her son.
	Lloyd had no thoughts of indecency towards his son.
	Victoria HAD had sex with another woman during college.
	Lloyd had no homosexual tendencies.
	Lloyd had once called out Alexis’ name while boning Victoria.
	(luckily, for him, Victoria was in the throws of orgasm and not aware of her husband’s deep seeded unnatural desires.)
	‘so, if you could get away with it—say with an EMAD or something, you WOULD cum on your daughter’s face?’
	Long period of silence, lots of sweating, hard-hard cock, deep thought; then,
	“Yes.”
	‘if she were willing, EMAD or no, would you fuck her?’
	Long period of silence, lots more sweating, throbbing hard cock; then,
	“Yes.” The man didn’t want to admit it—to himself or anyone, but if there were the opportunity, if Alexis was willing to submit to having sex with her Father; OR if an EMAD was in use then yeah, he would bone his daughter.  He would, though, per stipulation, desire her to be a little older—thirteen at least.
	There were no desires to have naughty encounters with girls under eleven.
	But there WAS a slim chance to have some sort of naughty encounter with a girl eleven or twelve.  The details were suddenly clouded over by a HUGE RV invading the sanctity of the campsite; the illicitness of the thought; the realization that there were impure thoughts ravaging his mind; and he was naked with strong intent to fuck (Alexis.)
	Dim made a mental note to get back to Lloyd’s deep seeded aberrant desires. 
	Lloyd went on to stuff his hardened prick into his daughter’s cunt (doggie style).  Dim blasted a hot load of spunk into Victoria’s mouth then put her to sucking on her son’s schlong while he took to spanking the woman’s ass (with his cock) and wondering how much further along could he corrupt the family?
	Turns out, quite a lot!
	All of the Oldsteam members had deep desires; twisted, illicit, immoral, illegal, horrific, and totally the opposite of their outwardly persona perceived by those who knew them.  Lloyd very muchly wanted to have a sexual relationship with his daughter.  He wanted her to be sexually active with him “on her own will” but—BUT if he should happen to come across one of those mind altering devices then yeah—yeah he would manipulate her into degeneracy with him.
	Victoria wanted to be gangbanged.
	Victoria wanted to be gangbanged!  By several young teenage boys!  It was a deep-deep desire; a fantasy.  Dim smiled.  The woman had potential.  She wanted to be spanked, fucked in all three holes and to engage in whatever could and would happen during a gangbang.  Amazing!
	Alexis had deep twisted desires, too; for young-young boys!
	Anthony’s deep abnormal thoughts were for—young boys, too!
	Ah.  A nice wholesome Christian family!

*

Spring Festival  Fall Festival  Hump Festival
	Slurping on an ice cold soda (and desiring a joint) Dmitri Tsugua contemplated his thoughts—his actions—his future.  His Mom wanted him to go to college, his Dad wanted him to go into the military.  Life at the warehouse wasn’t for him, not long term.  It paid good, had perks, but Dmitri didn’t see himself making a career there.
	Several campsites had potential—young children to teenagers frolicked and took Dim’s eye.  His body (as a whole) still smoldered from the Oldsteam family encounter.  After cumming off into Alexis’s pussy al la doggie style, Lloyd Oldsteam spanked her—but not hard.  It was another deep desire—to spank a girl’s bare ass.  And not necessarily his own daughter!  There were girls in his church he wanted more than anything to lay across his lap, their panties at their ankles, and wallop their bare ass to his cock’s content.
	Sex with those girls was secondary.
	After spanking (Alexis) it was Victoria who sucked his cock while son Anthony took her from behind.  During this time the implantation of their New Way of Life was inserted.  To each member of the family—new instructions for their behavior was implanted.  It took time, though; ten minutes on Anthony, twenty minutes for Alexis.  Victoria needed fifteen minutes while Lloyd needed just under ten minutes.
	Dim definitely wanted to be a part of their family—and be there when the family engaged in their sexual depravity descent.
	Dim (and Sasha) left the family (nude and alone in their tent) to seek the facilities nearby; shower together with Dim shoving his aching fuck tool into his cousin’s cornhole then slip off to seek out new encounters.  It was so noted that the family Oldsteam hadn’t emerged from the tent—bringing Dim to go for a looksee.  
	Using the EMAD to render himself “invisible” to their sight he peered in on the group—unzipping the tent door and smiling when he saw Daddy Lloyd seriously putting it to daughter Alexis while Anthony seriously put it to his Mother.  (Dim wasn’t actually “invisible” as the word implies but made to be invisible by the Device’s unique abilities thwarting the Subject’s mind “I’m not here; you don’t see me.”)
	Dim was pleased.
	More pleasures there were at another campsite not far away.
	Site for camping number 20.
	Just in sight of the larger lake, Upper Lake, a camp trailer there was.  Inside a woman prepared sandwiches.  By the number of sandwiches it was surmised there were more people camping than just herself.
	A station wagon occupied space at the campsite; some fishing poles up alongside the camp trailer; an ice chest on the picnic table, a guitar, and other odds and ends suggesting a camping “family”.  There didn’t seem to be anyone else about, though.
	“Hey, over there.” Sasha nudged his not-gay-but-I’ll-fuck-you-in-the-ass-anyways cousin.
	“Over there” was just some yards away among huge boulders, crisscrossed fallen trees, and ferns.  Three boys there were; the oldest about thirteen, the youngest merely eight or nine with the middle boy about eleven.  The oldest boy had flaming red hair; not too tall, a little big for his size but not classified as “overweight” or even pudgy.  The youngest lad was very slender (and very-very white.)  The middle boy had raven dark hair (like the youngest brother) and was giggling like a school girl while watching his oldest brother jerking off.
	Matthew Mortoon, thirteen, was at the pivotal point of jerking off; lily white ass but he was kind of well tanned everywhere else.  A muscular boy, athletic, and had a nice pleasing schlong to play with; pants and undies at his ankles, one hand braced against the big pine tree, and furiously with serious intent hammered his monkey.
	Brother Simon and Peter were behind him giggling and laughing—although each of them were also in the masturbatory way with Simon, eleven nearly nude and Peter with his penis out of his pants only.
	‘have you ever fucked your brothers in the ass?’ an inquiring mind wanted to know.
	“NO!” sputtered Matt as he struggled to get off.
	‘do you want to?’
	The emotions in Matt’s mind were too upsetting to get a firm answer but the prying of the electronic mind altering device probed between the frustrating clouds finding that “yeah, if he could get away with it he would.”  Like Dmitri, he didn’t consider boning his brothers “gay.” It was just sex and a form of “getting one’s rocks off” rather than a alternate preferred way of life.  Just sex.
	‘would you like to SUCK your brothers?’
	No, not really.
	‘would you like for your brothers to suck YOU?’
	That would be different.
	‘would you let your brothers fuck you?’
	No, not really.
	‘have you fucked a girl?’
	No, not really.
	‘do you WANT to fuck a girl?’
	Yes!  Yes, really-really-really badly.
	‘would it matter how OLD the girl was?’
	What?
	The time to cum had cum and brother Simon and Peter was naked awaiting the deliverance of their big brother’s love cream.  There had been no time for Matt to get completely naked by Simon and Peter did.  Simon stood right up close to his monkey spanking brother and received a copious amount of brotherly love cream onto his just barely getting hairy balls.
	That was followed up by young Peter sucking clean Simon’s cum laden sac.
	Meanwhile, exhausted Matthew began licking the crack of his baby brother freeing his mind of those confounding clouds and revealing to the prying Dmitri Tsugua that virtually every girl he knew he wanted to fuck.  Every girl in his school, every girl in his social, every girl in his family (cousins), and every girl (especially so) in his church!
	Matthew Mortoon wanted to see ALL those girls in their underwear—then naked.  He wanted to spank them; to see them pee, lay on their backs with their legs up and back, on their hands and knees, squatting, and riding his cock!  Typical normal healthy thoughts of a young burgeoning teenager.
	And there, too, were a few boys he wanted to hump, too!
	But first!
	The boys, clothed, marched back to their camp trailer.  Their Mother had called for them several times but wasn’t upset at their tardiness.  No ring on the finger that supposed to have one but there was indication that one had been there.  A nice looking woman with bodacious ta-tas but not outrageous.  Good build over all; thunder thighs, but for a near 40 year old woman she wasn’t bad.
	‘ever want to FUCK your Mom?’
	Pfft!  Whirrrrrr!  Buzzzzz!  Bang!  WTF!  OMG!  BBQ!
	The thought had never crossed young Matthew’s mind.  He did, however, desire to shag his aunt, his Mom’s sister (who was ten years younger!)  There, too, was a couple of teachers at his school and one at his little brother’s school he desperately wanted to sink his bone into.
	But first!
	The sandwiches were laid out for lunch but that would wait; priorities!
	As the boys piled into the camp trailer—their Mother stepped to the front where the fold-out part was with the boys’ scattered sleeping bags.  Carol pulled off her shirt, undershirt, then bra—then she turned around to face her sons and push down her brown slacks along with her basic white panties.
	The boys, still with their minds somewhat coerced into acceptance of being inundated with electronic mind manipulating waves also had a wee bit o’ free will, too.  Matthew still reeling from the incident with his brothers in the woods sported a raging hard-on.  Simon’s preteen pud was so-so while young Peter’s peter was not so much.  He stared at his naked Mom then went bug eyed as she sat on the edge of the fold-out bed, laid herself back, and parted her legs for all to see and wonder (about.)
	‘go ahead,’ Dim goaded via the mind link via the mind machine, ‘give it a lick.’
	Matthew had never licked out a girl’s pussy, let alone a woman.  But, he wasn’t oblivious as to how to do it.  He proceeded—after stripping off his clothes totally blowing his brothers’ mind.  As he licked, lapped, nipped, and sucked on the cunt that bore him—Simon and Peter undressed and Dim closed the camp door (to keep out skin biting bugs…)
	Matthew did a fair job of cunt munching 101 and did a better job of fucking despite his cock being already cummed out.  The striving for orgasm made the shagging of his Mother all the better—Dim could tell that SHE got hers more often than HE got his!  The boy finally, though, got his and virtually collapsed on his Mom’s sweaty heaving body depositing a fresh hot load of teen spunk (into the cunt that had bore him).
	The boy rolled off—was moved off (by Dim) and Carol lay heaving, sweating, and drenched with incestuous cum (pussy.)  There were two more boys to go but Dim wasn’t waiting and put himself onto the woman driving his dick into her and driving the woman to the brink of sexual oblivion.  She was divorced and hadn’t had dick in some time.  She was a Christian woman but had some vibrators, dildos, and used candles to satiate her cock hungry cunt.  What she needed was dick—true cunt pounding dick.
	Dim aimed to please!
	And despite passing three boys thru her womb—and getting occasional dicking from hubby, his best friend, her brother, her brother’s best friend thru the years—Carol M had a surprisingly tight cunny.  Dim enjoyed it and filled it with dick meat and then a slippery substance known as spunk!
	Simon then took his turn finding the womanly cunt more than enough for his young pre-teen cock.  In his mind it was NOT his Mother he was schlepping but some girlfriend.  Fucking pussy beat fucking his hand all to hell!  Youngest Mortoon had a hard-on but while wallowing on his Mother’s body his little dinky slipping in and out of her sex—the thoughts of another filled him; consuming him.  a girlfriend he truly-truly wanted to see naked, on his face, riding his cock, and being his “sex slave”.  And only nine years young!  Imagine!
	After all three Mortoon boys had their thrills with riding their Mother; Dim and Sasha took their turns, spanked the boys, put the boys thru their paces of sodomizing one another—and being sodomized by Dim and Sasha and then the two miscreants took their leave—seeking new adventures.

*

Alter egos
	As it happened, some days later and Dim (alone) was on a special errand for his Boss way-way out on the west side of town miles and miles from even the outskirts of town.  Machine part delivery to one of the agri warehouses.  Dim didn’t mind; long drive and “on the clock” the whole time.  Out on the West Side drive on Hwy 33 there wasn’t a whole lot; couple small dinky towns, one moderate sized, mostly agriculture land and oil fields with accompanying oil company’s warehouse and supply.
	At a place called The Triangle, Dim stopped for a break.  A small group of trees provided shade as there were very few trees ANYWHERE along the roadway.  There, too, a store—sandwiches hot and cold and fresh made.  Beer, smokes, motor oil, gloves, and porn mags were there for the convenience.
	There were picnic tables under the trees; bathrooms for the convenience; barbequers, and serenity to chill out without the boss seeing you.  The “store” was situated whereas Hwy 33 split in two having Hwy 33 and Hwy 33A.  Hwy 33A shot off to the right going mostly thru large tracts of agricultural landscape and to the interstate some twenty miles away.  Hwy 33 went on to eventually hook up with the interstate some fifty miles away.
	As Dmitri noshed on a hot dog and chili fries, a strawberry soda, he took note of a very-very pretty girl.  Very pretty.  She was all of about twelve and the most prettiest girl he had ever seen.  Ever!
	She was “out of place” with her appearance; a dress, a prim & proper persona, beautiful face, hair, and poise.  She was with others, family members consisting of parental units, extended units parental, older brothers & sisters as well as some younger all traveling with “family friends” who also had numerous offspring traipsing and galloping about.  None of those, however, had the Subject’s appeal.  Dim had instant hard-on regardless of the fact that other potential “subjects” were scantily clad; like this one little girl no more than seven or so who raced about being chased by various aged boys.  She wore a skimpy swimsuit.
	Two teenage girls say fourteen or so were short shorts and halter tops.
	A lone boy about five pissed on one of the massive oak trees.
	Two girls about ten walked hand in hand out into the parking lot inundated with oilfield trucks and promptly “disappeared.”  But only for a few minutes, they came around back to the gather that was assembling to motor on down the road to Caricopa twenty-five miles south then take the westbound hilly road one hundred miles to the coast and the beaches there.
	And as it happened, Becky Tanurbum got “left behind.”  Partly due to 
“lingering outside forces” and partly to her large family and extras.  The caravan of families loaded back into their prospective vehicles and tooled off leaving Becky behind who “lingered” inside the store.
	When the caravan was just about out of eyesight and earshot Dim guided Becky back out of the store and directed her thru the maze of parked oilfield trucks and to his non-company company van.  The girl sat calmly, politely, well poised reminding Dmitri of the little girl from the story “Alice in Wonderland.”  Just a little older.  Becky had breasts—small, palm sized; nice legs, arms, face, hair and Dim very muchly wanted to see her naked.
	A blue almost party dress she wore or a Sunday Church Service attire; complete with dress shoes and white knee socks.  She was something!  Really something!
	The beauty of the girl so great that Dim failed to probe her mind—he wanted to do something else requiring “probing.”  He just couldn’t get over how damn pretty the girl was; her posture, poise, everything.  She even smelled good!
	Ten miles down the road and Dim turned off the highway to a side road leading out to some old oilfield hills.  Finding a little shade was tricky thing but he managed (after ten more miles) and to where old oilfield warehouses from back in the day were a mere memory.
	After parking under the shade, the windows down, the side door opened, Dim got with the program.
	‘feet on the seat.’

	With her shoes and socks off Dim determined that she was in facts a tomboy; scruffy feet, a scar here and there on the calf.  She was very much the Christian girl, polite, shy, reserved, demure, all that.  But she did laugh, giggle, and be adventurous (when not wearing a dress and dress shoes.)
	Long blond hair, twin braids weaved alongside on each side of her pretty head.  Perfect skin, perfect white straight teeth; emerald earrings, powder blue fingernails, and powder blue panties!
	When Becky put her feet on the edge of her seat, Dim moved her dress to reveal the panties.  Nice; typical undies, blue.  He would love to hear her fart.  Even more to see her peeing!  He sighed and gouged the heel of his hand to his aching-aching-oh so aching cock.  Safe bet that she was a virgin—pussy, mouth, and asshole.  No takers there.  But with siblings it was probable that she had seen a nude boy—possibly even with boners yet!
	Time was getting away from him so he maneuvered the girl to the bench seat having her firstly lean over the back of it.  Then, Dim raised her dress over her waist to take a long gander at her panty clad ass.  A little patting of that panty clad ass then he slipped his fingers ‘neath the fabric before turning her to lay her lengthwise in the seat working off the lovely Church service dress.
	Slowly and did Dim slid the girl’s panties off.
	She remained calm—mindless.
	Dim sweated, farted, and got all the harder gazing at the girl’s naked pussy.  Just a light covering of pubes there was and Dim’s tongue moistened each one.  Just the slight hint of “pee” there was as his tongue flicked about Becky’s cunt.  She was sooooo pretty!  Her skin—perfect!  Pussy—perfect!  Her breasts!  Perfect!
	The dress came off, the halter/trainer, and she was naked.
	Dim sat back to look upon her, hold his cock and lust.
	The sound of a helicopter got his attention—it was far away and most likely checking oil pipe lines.  Dim moved himself onto Becky’s body grinding his cock against her virginity.  Becky made no sounds and Dim defouled her.  A shame, really; so innocent, so pretty, so virginal.  His cock sailed nicely into her sex easily breaking her hymen.  There wasn’t significant blood but there was blood.  Dim slid most of the way in, pulled out and wiped his dick clean—then Becky’s cunt.  Then he slid back going into her a little more.
	Suckling on those delightful palm sized titties was a nice treat.
	His cock made full vaginal penetration of which by that time he was cumming.  He couldn’t hold back and the flood of teen spunk spurted into her crevice increasing his pleasure ten-fold.  Becky merely twisted, screwed up her pretty face, made a face, then shuddered and that was that.

	“Base to 110.” The radio crackled and Dim glared.
	‘what the fuck, over?’ Dim surly snapped.  Then, with a sigh he dismounted Becky and grabbed the radio handset barking,
	“One ten to Base, go.”
	“Base, one ten; see the man, Mosquito Warehouse.”
	Shit!  Piss!  Fuck!  Motherfucker!  Dim seethed—he’d had to drive ALL the way back, past the Triangle Store, then on to the warehouse and it was late in the day making him even later getting home (to spend time with the folks.)  He sighed and returned to Becky—priorities!

	Paul Shamewebatter was Inside Sales for Dim’s Boss but also traipsed outside to talk to vendors and customers—and often got left behind by whoever he had come out with.  Sometimes on purpose.  Paul S was an alright guy, just shy of being thirty-six years young, and sometimes a little arrogant.  Correction—a lot of time arrogant.  Dim had little to do with him but knew of him.
	When Dmitri pulled up to the warehouse dock, there stood Paul impatiently waiting his ride back to town.
	“I’ll drive.” Piped Paul jumping down from the dock.
	Dim shook his head NO (not NO but HELL NO!) “I’m the only driver for this van.”
	Paul wanted to argue.
	“You’re not authorized.” Dim said firmly taking the keys out.
	Paul persisted.  Dim shook his head—Paul had a led foot and was dangerous.
	“What?” Paul asked after Dim tossed him the company cell phone.
	“Call the Boss and ask him if you can drive.”
	Paul hesitated, that wasn’t a good idea—the Boss was a Class A Number One Asshole.
	“He wont know.”
	“Like hell!” Dim said, “he LIVES at that fucking warehouse and if he sees you driving the van in—that’s my ass!”
	Usually it was known that Paul didn’t cuss—he was a “Christian” but not one of the mainstream cults, a subcult that had a major popularity in some cultures.  Not Dim’s, of course.
	“Get in the fucking truck,” Dim said angrily, “got fucking places to go and things to do!” like a ballgame outing with his old man.
	Disgruntled, Paul sloughed his way around the van and found a girl in the bench seat.
	“My cousin.” Dim said with a smile; he fired up the van and eased back towards town.
	Paul sat with folded arms—sulled up and pissed off.
	Dim took Rd 3-10 East thru Cheryltown and further on at the beginning of the highest hill in the area Dusty Corners.  It was the LONG way around to getting into town—the back way.
	‘would you like to see her naked?’
	Paul shot Dim a look, “What?”
	Dim looked to Paul, “Huh?”
	Paul then looked to the radio determining that what he thought he heard actually came from there.  Dim reared back in his seat, farted, and made subtle adjustments to the EMAD he had out of sight down by his side, door side (left.)
	‘would you like to see the girl behind you—naked?’
	Paul turned his head and looked to the girl behind him.
	There was no definitive answer one way or the other; the man did look, sweat, and contemplate.
	‘would you like for her to suck your cock?’
	Confusion began to plague Paul’s mind—the image of Becky was there but so, too, was the image of his daughter, Marissa.  Marissa was Becky’s age, twelve.
	Hmmm
	It really didn’t take much for Dim to insert notions of naughtiness in Paul; although known as a “Christian”, Dim had often heard the man cursing, making crude and lewd jokes with other salesman and warehousemen, and being “unchristian.”  
	At the top of the 2,000 foot hill where it leveled out for two miles before going down to the backside of their town,
	Becky slid her butt forward to the edge of the blue plaid cloth bench seat then pulled her legs back revealing her crotch.  Paul Shamewebatter stared with gawking eyes and wide open mouth.
	“She’s a little naughty.” Dim said offhandedly.
	Paul gouged the heel of his hand to his cock with heavy lust laden upon him.
	‘been awhile since you last saw Marissa naked?’
	No verbal answer but there was slight head nod indicating so.
	Becky pulled the crotch of her panties to one side revealing her delicious pussy.  Paul moaned and lust rose even higher.
	“We got time,” Dim said slowing down and pulling off the road to a large cut out area, “would you like to see her better?”

	Time always seemed to be the issue.  But be that as it may, Dim was pleased watching Paul firstly rear himself back in his seat while Becky Tanurbumm sucked his cock.  At first, Paul had merely pulled his engorged cock out of his brown slacks and waggled it.  
	Dmitri had merely “encouraged” his workmate to follow his desire; and his desire was to expose himself and get a hummer.  Becky, still clothed, handled Paul’s schlong then gobbled it.  Paul ran his hands thru her hair and up and down her body.  In his mind was not Becky servicing him but his own daughter, Marissa!
	Gads!
	Paul went “willing” right to work licking out the naked Becky’s pussy right after getting his dick off in her mouth.  Some Christian!  He fully enjoyed the blowjob and enjoyed moreso watching the girl undress herself.  He was oblivious to Dim’s mental doings and was freely free to be himself.
	And freely he munched on Becky’s sweet barely hairy cunt.
	‘you want to fuck your daughter, don’t you?’ Dim persisted.
	“Mmph, uhmh, grumph, yeah!”
	Dim was pleased.
	And after having his fill of totally slobbering all over Becky’s snatch, Paul got naked and climbed onto the girl sliding his prick into her twelve year old pussy and fucking her—only her second fuck of the day!
	Dim stood in the blazing sun whacking off watching Paul—a little pissed about the intrusion.  There was a desire to want a place—a secret special place to take Subjects he liked.  Not a dungeon, but someplace special—out of the way—far out of the way where he could “enjoy” his Subjects as he wished for as long as he wished.  And when he grew tired of them (or wore their holes out) trade them in for new!
	As Dim watched Paul fuck Becky—it was noted that the feeling he had for when he watched Sasha fuck were not there.  Dmitri had no sexual desires to shag Paul as he did for Sasha.  Possibly ‘cause Paul was some years older.  That resoundly told Dim that he was NOT gay!  whew!
	So with the “I’m NOT gay!” issue out of the way Dim settled into getting off on watching a young girl getting fucked.  He still would have preferred a little more time with her himself, privately, before sharing her.  So when Paul got his rocks off, Dim had him suck him!  (still not gay, though!)
	On his knees, naked, Paul S who had never-ever given a blowjob before sucked Dmitri’s cock.  He wasn’t as good as Cousin Sasha but a blowjob was a blowjob was a blowjob.  

	After having his schlong slobbered on, Dim climbed onto the very pretty Becky and re-stuffed her breaking her virgin cunny in all the more.  He definitely wanted her as a “temporary keeper.”  A couple of days; three maybe four.  To spank her, hump her ass, hump her face, give her a cum bath, shave the new hairs of her pussy, and enjoy her to the maximum enjoyment.

	All that could be done, though, was to cum DEEP in her freshly broken pussy.  The blast was enough to knock Dim out—the release of his love instantly drained him of energy.  His desire to have the girl increased.  There was no way to pull it off, though; not without complicating things.  Dmitri needed less complications in his life as possible.  
	Every nook and cranny of Becky was explored.  She was soooo pretty; soooo damn pretty!  There was just something about her that was captivating.  There had been several girls Dim had experienced that had warmed him deeply within—Becky was another that was taking top honors.
	And to further define just how incredible the EMAD was—how much of a mind locking hold there was not only on Becky’s mind but the naked Paul,
	‘lick my hole.’
	He (Paul) had sucked his (Dim’s) cock and that should have assured Dim that Paul’s mind was his to control.  Paul was of free will—but oblivious to the shenanigans Dim put him through—like cock sucking.  After Dim’s energy was spent and then some fucking Becky, ‘lick my (ass)hole.’
	And Paul did.
	And Dim was pleased.

*

Wow, you aint gonna believe this next shit!
Anaesthetic—Analgesic—Anodyne!
	The Wuzamadda Family
	Zemo perused the stock market results from the daily paper; very comfy in his Victorian high back chair, smoking his cigar, clad in his smoking jacket, and doing so in the personification of being “regal.”  Nearby him, Morganna pruned some black roses—clipping the entire flower itself, crumbling it up and depositing the “remains” into a glass, pouring a shot of whiskey then passing the glass to a large ornate dark wood box on an end table.  The lid of this box suddenly popped open and a “hand” came out—just a hand, and grabbed the glass disappearing back into the box, hand and glass.  Moments later and there was a loud “BUURRRRP!” heard and the lid reopened, the hand reappeared, and the glass—was empty!
	Elsewhere in the grand multistory Victorian home set way-way out from other homes next to a swamp and having a rather large plot of land dedicated to a graveyard, Grand Ma-Maw straddled a broom saying to a seven foot odd looking stern fellow, “Well, Lurr, I’m off to visit the gourls!” she said with a cackle.  And with that the pudgy, squatty, gray haired dame of the night sky whisked out of the upstairs attic access and into the bleak of night.

	Lurr farted, moaned, then moved slowly thru the house down to the house’s sublevel basement that served as a “mortuary”.  There, on a “slab” the tall cousin of Nosferatu stood towering over a near lifeless teenage girl.  The girl moaned, tossed her head side to side—then woke up to see the tower giant and screamed.
	Lurr moaned and with one powerful beastly hand held the high school cheerleader down easily and ripped the plain white sheet covering off in one fell swoop and while the girl continued to scream and wiggle went on to rip the girl’s cheerleader clothing off, too.
	Then, with that powerful hand moved to encompass her young throat choking off her screaming air.  Then onto the slab on top of the girl did Lurr climb and position  himself.  His free hand ripped the girl’s cheerleading panties off and laid upon her teenage pussy his very manly manhood.
	The girl’s eyes bulged, she snorted thru her nose and tried her best to wiggle out from under the massive man but to no avail.
	“Resistance is futile.” Lurr said in a huge booming gravely voice.
	Diana didn’t understand the man—it took years for anyone not familiar with Lurr’s particular voice style to fully understand him.  He gave no emotion but stared down to the girl with cold dark glassy eyes.  His cock was out of his dark butler style slacks and for the first few minutes merely grinded HARD against the tormented girl’s pussy.  She was freaking.  She was also powerless regardless of the man’s grip about her throat.  
	And at length the grip of her throat was relaxed.  Diana was still in no position to free herself as near the full weight of the perplexing man lay top her.  She did wiggle some but it was of no use.  She begged, pleaded, cried, and then went silent as the man had stopped humping against her and began inching INTO her.
	Diana’s words of horror were choked in her throat.  The man wavered a slight smile as he penetrated her with his twelve inch cock.

	From a secret passageway between the walls of the great spooky house, Fester Wuzamadda watched the antics of the family servant with some intense awe.  He wore a strange to odd frock-like garment; one hand was up under the garment furiously pleasing himself with great glee.  He balding pudgy man smiled droolingly watching as Lurr indulged in venery.  Then,
	No more than a couple of standard minutes and the “event” on the slab was over and Lurr arched his back thrusting his massive fuck stick DEEP into Diana’s cunt.  The girl twitched, fluttered her eyes, and burbled bubbles out of her mouth.  Lurr gave the final thrusts as the teenager’s final breaths of life escaped her.

	Fester felt the goo from his own schlong releasing giving him great adulation.  He sighed as the final wave of orgasm seethed thru his more than adequate sklorp (Fester’s name of his cock); it was more than average but less than the servant, Lurr.
	Fester, peering thru the musty slat of the inner wall watched as Lurr dismounted the dead cheerleader; then dragged her body to another slab preparing her for embalming.
	Elsewhere,
	Deeper into the ground, another level below the mortuary,
	On a tilted round wooden table wheel, eleven year old Wendsy wiggled a bit as she was fastened to the table via wrists and ankles.
	“Too tight?” her twelve year old brother asked smirkingly.
	Wendsy offered no emotion (as she usually did maintaining a rather stoic persona) giving her brother a simple stare—and then a long-long fart.  The sound of the escaping gas was much like the sound of a chainsaw.  Wendsy was relieved and almost smiled as the offensive odor permeated the sullen cold air of the dank dungeon.  
	Pugsley Wuzamadda giggled at the odiferous offense then said,
	“Ready?”
	Wendsy nodded saying, “Ready.”
	Pugsley then gave the table-wheel a spin.
	Wendsy spun on the table—spun on the table—spun on the table giving no indication of torment or discomfort.  Pugsley spun the wheel all the fast watching with glee as his young sibling whirled around and around with her simple paisley dress plastered to the table.
	As the table slowed the centrifugal force gave way to gravity and the dress fell as the table came to where Wendsy was upside down.  Pugsley grinned and giggled as his sister fended off extreme dizziness; she wore basic white plain panties and Pugsley’s eyes were glued right to the puffy crotch area.
	“You can let me go, now.” Wendsy said as her head cleared (and she fended off vomiting.)
	“Not yet.” Pugsley grinned and stepped up closer to inspect his sister.
	Her panties were snug against her body; revealing the girl’s lovely curves despite her young age.  The “split” between her legs had her brother totally mesmerized.  Totally!
	Wendsy said nothing further but slowly began working her hands out of the bindings.  Her mesmerized brother focused all his attention to her crotch, his tongue began to drool and soon he was working his cock out of his trousers.  Wendsy had freed one wrist; gritted her teeth some as she worked out the other.

	Pugsley’s tongue—much longer than it should be, pressed against his sister’s cunt; Wendsy hissed and gripped the hand grips of the wheel; her toes cringed and her body as a whole tightened up.  With her face becoming flush with the rush of blood to her upside down head she seethed “hurry up!”
	Pugsley, presumably in control, engulfed his sister’s crotch pressing his elongated tongue to her slit essentially eating her pussy out thru her panties.  Wendsy wiggled involuntarily and clenched tightly to keep herself prime.  Her brother made moaning sounds as he undone his pants freeing his nakedness.  Wendsy held herself firm—contemplating her thoughts.
	With snake-like slithering, Pugsley’s monstrous tongue worked itself inside the skin tight panties flicking into the girl’s trench.  Wendsy tensed up, pursed her lips inwardly TIGHTLY, and tried to fend off the pending shudder.  She failed but did manage to keep herself from bucking into her brother’s face.
	Pugsley’s tongue masterfully tantalized her sister’s sex getting her “wet” almost instantly.  There were groans and moans from the upside girl; Pugsley’s throbbing cock squashed right up against the young sibling; his hands began caressing the girl’s lily white deathly-like thighs and ass.  The brotherly tongue expertly worked into the sisterly crevice acting much like a cock.
	Wendsy wiggled and though she tried and tried not to give of herself she was unable to deny and spread her legs a little more whispering “do me!”  Her brother’s cock pressed all the harder against her white-lily white belly with dribbles of pre-cum soiling her there.  Wendsy finally let go one of the hand pegs to smooth her hand up her brother’s leg to his swelled testicle sac.  Coupling the sac she tugged, twisted, and squeezed until Pugsley began to prance.  The boy began to seethe as he pranced; his breathing increased and his desires increased, too.
	The more the brotherly tongue made way into her pussy—the more Wendsy bucked, twisted, and began to succumb to relinquishing her inner most sexual desires.  She clutched her brother’s nuggets which were swelling and becoming musty to almost putrid.  Thick gobs of spunk matter began issuing from his incredibly hard cock.
	And almost ALL of his tongue was in her pussy—and his tongue was about the same size as his cock!
	Suddenly and did Wendsy shudder.  An orgasmic shudder.  She couldn’t stop it, prevent it, or help it.  It came—and came—and came some more!  It felt soooo good!  The hand gripping the hand peg was nearly yanked off!  The hand clutching her brother’s balls?  Increased the grip very nearly wrenching the sac off, too!

	Pugsley grinned while his eight inch tongue did more than tantalize his sister’s quim.  Fully he engulfed her pussy driving his tongue into the crevice filling it and thrilling it beyond measure.  Wendsy was cumming.  Pugsley was cumming!
	Thick viscous sperm rivered down Wendsy’s body; quickly she worked her dress over head—still bound in place at the arms but over head.  The river of brotherly love trickles down her chest to her throat and by turning her head just so she could lap the juices up.  She let go of the hand peg and used both hands to squeeze her brother’s sac and work his organ.  More juices were jutted as she did so and Pugsley finally withdrew his talented tongue stepping back and stroking himself—Wendsy was still bound to the tilted wheel table.
	Pugsley required a couple of minutes—so did Wendsy.  Thereafter,
	The wheel was spun and Wendsy was upright once more.  All the blood in her head rushed back to norm leaving the girl flush once more.  Her eyes were glassy and once more she seemed close to vomiting.  Pugsley guided her to low table equipped with chains.  
	“Chains or no?” Pugsley asked.
	Wendsy was a little ill and VERY close to hurling.  She shook her head NO and Pugsley helped her onto the table forgoing binding her to the chains and “stretching” her.
	The “mess” on her chest was still there; her dress discarded at the table-wheel.  Pugsley gloated over his ill sibling, flopped his cock some then mounted the table laying just inches above his shuddering sister.
	Gripping the table, closing her eyes, Wendsy slowly regained her composure—just in time for her brother’s love tool to enter her sex.  Her dark eyes bulged, body tensed and tightened, pussy erupting into a plethora of quisquous tremors.  And Pugsley hadn’t even penetrated her yet!

One of one and some of the other
	Ménage e trios
	-or-
	Manage a twat
	Four floors up from the dungeon and Zemo was stunned to perplexion by his cousin, Cousin Ittock.  Cousin Ittock was agitated—of which he usually was for some reasons known and most times unknown.
	“Cousin Ittock seems agitated.” Morganna surmised.
	“Could be the weather!” said a sparkly Zemo.
	“Zemo!” snapped Morganna clad in a shapely form fitting tight black widow dress, “With all that hair he’s as warm as a fennec!” (French fox)
	“Ganna!” exclaimed Zemo.
	“Yes,” said Morganna, “I know—it’s French.” Any foreign words, especially French, got Zemo excited.  Very excited.
	Cousin Ittock blathered on in his own unique language; he stood only a few inches above four foot tall; liked to wear top hats set off to one side of his head; and he was covered from head to toe in a long super luxurious brownish hair.  His body completely one hundred percent unseen.
	Morganna seemed stunned at Ittock’s blathering.  She fluttered her eyes, held her hands up in almost a “surrender” position and was perplexed.  “Cousin Ittock!” she exclaimed.
	Zemo giggled and standing in his smart three-piece pint stripped Suit complete with expensive cuff links, Italian shoes, English watch, a gold earring here, another one someplace else, a fuzzy mustache, and sporting another cigar, he was all a jumble with Ittock’s blathering.
	“He’s horny!” remarked Morganna.
	“Again!” said a giddy Zemo.
	“He’s been enthused by us!”
	“Hee-hee, he’s been watching us!”
	Morganna was not mortified by her odd cousin’s spying, “If you want to watch us engage sexually you may do so—you do not need to hide!”
	But hiding and spying made doing so all a part of the fun!
	Ittock blathered on in near jibberish becoming more and more highly agitated.
	“Hmmm, that’s true,” Zemo said becoming suddenly serious, “finding a date has been a challenge.”
	“I know there is a need to release pent up sexual energy,” Morganna decreed, “and self pleasuring seldom really satisfies.”
	Cousin Ittock nodded and jumped about in place blathering in agreement.
	“We should do something.” Zemo but didn’t know to what extent.
	“Perhaps he could join us!” suggested Morganna.
	“Ganna!” brightened up Zemo, “A three-way!”
	“A ménage è trios!”
	“Ganna!”
	“Yes, I know—it’s French!”

*

Playing doctor 101
	“This might hurt.” Wendsy said emphatically.
	“Good!” beamed a pudgy grinning Pugsley.

	Wendsy went on to attach alligator clips to her brother’s testicles, one to each.  More clips were attached to his tongue, ears, and nipples.  The clips were attached with electrical wires attached to a small hand cranked generator.  Wendsy cast her eyes to her brother as she brought into view an eight inch metal cylinder.
	Pugsley merely smiled and turned himself about, spreading his legs and his cheeks.  “Go ahead!” he said defiantly.
	Wendsy inserted the metal probe into her brother’s asshole shoving it in as far as it would go—then her hearing picked up a sound temporarily distracting her.  She said nothing to her brother but put her eyes to where the sound of a “gasp” she had heard from the very dark and dank corner of the subbasement.
	Pugsley stood up, groaned and made “adjustments” as the probe in his ass settled into position.  Then, up against an upraised plank table where his wrists and ankles were fastened by leather restraints.
	“It’s going to hurt!” Wends proclaimed flatly.
	Pugsley smiled clenching the hand pegs—waiting.
	Wendsy checked the wire leads attached to the generator then began cranking the hand crank which temporarily stored pent up energy.  Wendsy looked to the “charge” indicator.
	“All the way?” she asked offhandedly.
	“Sure!” beamed an eager Pugsley.
	Wendsy returned to cranking watching the indicator needle jiggle past twenty-five percent and on to the fifty percent mark.  She cast her eyes slowly to her eager brother—then selected from the table of clamps, wires, clips, prongs of this size and dimension and plucked up a long cylindrical metal rod.
	Pugsley remained giddy (but did noticeably “gulp”).  He also began to sweat and fidget showing a small amount of possible concern.  Wendsy began stroking her brother’s cock—it was not flaccid but not at full hardness, either.  By rubbing the head of his not-so-hard cock against her puffy pussy lips—Pugsley’s cock significantly engorged itself and Wendsy eased into the piss slit the metal probe.  A wire ran from the probe connecting to the grouping of wires at the generator.
	“It’s at fifty percent.” Wendsy said.
	“Ok.”
	Wendsy cocked her head—“Well, last time was at twenty-five.” And less clips (and probes.)  Pugsley wrinkled his nose reflecting.  Then he nodded,
	“Yeah, maybe that’ll be enough.”
	Wendsy smiled and continued cranking—cranking—cranking.
	Pugsley began to sweat more and tried to careen his head to see the indicator.  When he did, Wendsy stopped cranking and flipped the switch releasing all that stowed energy.
	There was the sound of electricity flowing; the smell of burnt flesh, and the general air charged with “electricity”.  Pugsley Wuzamadda twitched; smoke puffed from his ears and nose; steam and more smoke wafted from his body as a whole and his hair was greatly singed.
	“WOW!” he finally exclaimed.
	Electricity darted across his teeth, too.
	“What was that on?” he asked as he continued to twitch and smolder.
	“Seventy-five.” answered Wendsy.
	“Wow!” said Pugsley.
	“Wow!” said Fester from his hiding place.  The man with an unusual high pitched voice came out of his hiding place.  There was a good rapport between Uncle Fester and the children and it was not the first time he had come upon them whilst they were naked.
	Wendsy freed her brother, helped remove the clips (and probes)—then took his place.  Pugsley seemed a little “out of it” but managed to restrain his sister and then attach some clips.  His nude body still smoldered somewhat and he stumbled, too.  Uncle Fester patted him and took over clipping Wendsy.
	Wendsy caught her Uncle’s eye then moved her eyes to the probes freshly removed from her brother laying on the table.
	“Ooooh!” he said gleefully, “we cant forget these!” and he took one inserting it into Wendsy’s pussy.
	“Did that hurt?” Fester asked out of concern when Wendsy twisted her small lily white lithe body.
	“Not yet.” Wendsy replied factly and flatly.
	Fester grinned and made full vaginal insertion.  Then,
	“Forgot one!” he said grinning picking up the one probe that had been up her brother’s bum.  Wendsy’s wrists were already strapped in so she tried raising her legs via hip action but needed help.
	Fester grinned big and took his niece’s ankles lifting them up onto his chest whereupon it was easier to access her asshole.
	“Oooooh, it’s tight!” he said astonishingly.
	Wendsy tightened her self even more, clenching.
	“Maybe you can do something about that, Uncle.”
	Fester shuddered and twitched all over under his frock.  And as he began firstly inserting a finger into the girl’s bum hole—there was a significant RISE in his frock.
	Wendsy never minded the clip attachments to her nipples, ears, and pussy.  She wriggled some and couldn’t help but twist as Fester’s finger went into her anus.  That was replaced by Fester’s schlong some two minutes later.

Upstairs…
	The great ornate king size bed squeaked some as Zemo, Morganna, and Cousin Ittock made it so.  Morganna lay out in a “deathly” manner—waiting.  Zemo sat on the bed checking Cousin Ittock who finally revealed the fact that there was more to him than rich golden brown hair.
	Surprises, too!
	The first surprise was a mix mash of sorts; once Ittock pulled that rich golden brown hair out of the front of him and off to the sides—there were titties!  Three of them!  Cousin Ittock wasn’t a guy but a girl!
	Then, on closer inspection—
	“What ho!” exclaimed Zemo discovering that “down below” there was a “cock”, as well.
	More surprises came as Ittock moved revealing that there was a “cunt”, too!
	Zemo was more than surprised—elated, too!
	Morganna eyed the cock of Ittock, closed her eyes and stroked the nine inch pleasure stick (it had been a mere six inches until Morganna coaxed it to grow some!)  Ittock blathered in his/her own language and moved closer to Morganna.  Zemo moved behind Ittock slipping his hands thru all that hair and touching his/her body for the first time.  Then, the curves of the cousin’s body came into play with no thoughts to the multi gendered creature—that is to say, Zemo was one hundred percent heterosexual.  There was a small thought of qualm while “touching” Ittock’s butt.
	Ittock usually was very agitated—that quandary of “Am I a girl or a boy” issue possibly the root cause; but as soon as Morganna took holt of the cock the usually agitated creature settled to a more sedate pose.  There were intermittent shudders and just barely audible blatherings.
	Zemo found himself intoxicated as he traveled his hands up and down Ittock’s sides—there were nuances of which never before had been experienced—not even with the incredibly sexy Morganna!  It was confounding, alluring, and perplexing!  Then there was a hand not his own taking Zemo’s cock and guiding it between Ittock’s legs.
	Morganna pulled and pulled on Ittock’s schlong getting it to its maximum length of ten inches!  Then with expert ease she began taking the lengthy member into her mouth.  She merely leaned up some supporting herself by no means just using her amazing trim stomach muscles to hold her in place.  Ittock ceased all movement, shuddering, and blathering.  Inch by inch the cousin’s cock was engulfed much like a snake devouring its prey.

	Zemo found Ittock’s pussy waiting for him.  There were incredible sensations erupting through Zemo he never thought possible.  Sexual interludes with Morganna was one thing but Cousin Ittock was on a totally different level entirely!
In reflecting on Romeo and Juliet; they died!  But, oh what fun they had those last few days!
	Try-try-try as she might, Wendsy—who opposed being named after the middle of the week chose the alternate spelling, reacted as her Uncle’s cock slithered into her asshole.  She gulped, tensed, and bulged her eyes.  Brother Pugsley continued to recover from his relationship with the generator.
	Uncle Fester giggled and grinned big as his more than average cock entered his young niece.  Once the full length of the ghastly member was in—the pumping began.  Wendsy tried-tried-tried to relinquish herself—to give of herself to her Uncle but involuntary reflexes disrupted that venture.
	“Just relax!” Fester cooed to the apparent distraught girl.
	Wendsy was trying but it was not like being buggered by her brother, Grandmama’s broom stick, or even the gargoyle’s cock!  Fester pulled out, slapped the girl’s pussy chiding, “Maybe I should put it in there!”
	Wendsy didn’t care, her asshole clenched tightly and she once more tried to gain control of her body.  Fester poked the puckered hole and made full insertion again—and restarted the pumping.
	The second go round seemed better (but it was still extreme).
	After Fester got off on getting in he stood back—stumbled back to rest his schlong and watch Pugsley complete Wendsy’s ordeal.  With the girl’s hole sufficiently lubricated and widened for to receive an anal probe, Pugsley did just that—shove the metal rod up into his sister’s cornhole.  The connection was made and then the cranking began.
	Wendsy braced.  Her brother was known to be maniacal; devious and without recourse—remorse.  He wore his hair in a 1950s buzz cut fashion, was a little pudgy, had small beady eyes, and was incredibly strong despite his size and age.
	There was no mentioning of how much energy was stored in the generator; Pugsley cranked and cranked and cranked and then cranked some more!  It had to be over fifty percent if Wendsy had to guess.  She did try to sneak a look but the generator was turned away from her and she was not with a giraffe neck to see.
	It didn’t matter—no matter what the charge she could take it.
	She had taken up to forty-five percent before.

	Uncle Fester stepped up a little closer holding his frock up in one hand while the other worked his cock into a new frenzy.  The anticipation was intense!  Wendsy fidgeted and began to feel a bit anxious—especially stemming from her young cunny.  It felt like she needed to have a real good pee—followed by a real good crap.  Peeing in the midst of her brother and uncle was no big deal—crapping, however, was something entirely different entirely!
	Pugsley beamed big—it was time.
	Wendsy gulped, tensed, then nodded and tried to relax some.
	The switch was flipped and Wendsy went into an electrified tizzy that was something close to euphoric.  Literally, every fiber of her being was on fire; electricity tingled throughout her young body and there was a curious “popping” in her ears much like crackling as well as sizzling sounds as if water was squirted onto an electrical socket.
	Fester came.  A huge jut of cum spurted from Fester’s cock splashing onto the naked Wendsy increasing the creepy bald not-a-monk monk’s sexual desire.  And while there was still time before the stowed energy in the generator ran out, Fester grabbed Wendsy’s legs, hoisted them up again placing them about his waist and crammed his cock into her tingling electrified pussy and fucked her brains out!

Bubeleh!  Mon Cherie!
Cara Mia!  Querida Mia!  Cara Bella!
Jibber-wah-groak-yip-jap-worork-ga-ga-vee!
	Gripping tightly Cousin Ittock’s hips, Zemo power slammed his banana-like cock into the proper orifice receptacle.  Ittock was slamming his “Ittockish” cock into Morganna and it was a ménage è trios like never there was before!  
	“Cara Mia!” Zemo blurted; an affectionate pet name for his wife.
	Morganna lay on her side with an incredible allure and light from “somewhere” in the otherwise dim lit illuminated room.  Her breasts were perfect 32 Bs of which Ittock suckled them.  Zemo managed to reach around Ittock to fondle one of the three breasts available trying to stave off cumming too early.
	“Bubeleh!” Morganna breathed in a low sultry voice.
	Zemo brightened but was unable to speak—only power fuck Ittock’s cunt.
	“Gib-jib-wib-glick-tock-scwrong!” Ittock blathered and increased his own sexual pleasure of which pleasured Morganna.
	It was a good fuck; more than a good fuck, more than a good romp in bed.
	Morganna, of course, was able to conceal her emotions but there was a unique glow about her.  Mysterious as it may be, Morganna’s orgasm was alluring.  She radiated a glow that transcended the parameters of sexual orgasmic acknowledgement.  She conveyed, though, to her husband “That was a good one.”
	Cousin Ittock babbled and blathered as he dismounted the bed and disappeared thru a secret panel in the room.
	“Zemo,” said Morganna confounded by the secret door, “did you know that door was there?”
	“By gosh,” replied Zemo, “it looks like there’s more to this house than I know of!”
	Morganna let it go and lover Zemo climbed onto her for Round Two.
Beware of the Thing
	A glimpse here, a glimpse there—he had never really been able to see exactly what it was he saw but presumed that it was a small dog or mangy cat or something.  The “yard” was fenced in with wrought iron and cinder block walls; dead trees everywhere along with bushes and shrubs—all dead.  It wasn’t for the lack of effort to keep them maintained—it was the owners’ desired effect!
	A swamp was off to one side on the property; a graveyard in the back.
	Strange smells, stranger sounds, wafted thru the area—no neighbors anywhere close on the mile long Cemetery Lane.  A spooky mansion took up a lot of space—strange smells and sounds came from within, too!  And just as Dmitri drove up to the great wrought iron gate—he thought he saw but wasn’t sure something “fly” into the tallest spire of the mansion.
	Couldn’t be.
	He was seeing things (again).  Like tat great green headed gargoyle on one of the upper ledges turning its head; or the sound of what sounded like a HUGE what must be a HUGE elephant from somewhere on the property but there was no actual sighting of such (elephant).  
	At the door there was the towering servant, Lurr.  He smiled—sort of kind of.  Dim felt a cold chill in his heart and offered up a jug o’ shine.  Lurr smiled, but as much as he liked Dmitri’s offering of homemade whiskey, the other “offering” was also liked.
	“Hello, my boy!” charmed in Zemo.
	“Hello, Mr. Wuzamadda.” Dmitri said trying not to show his nervousness.
	“You brought a present!” It was a statement or a question or something.  Dim wasn’t quite sure—the mannerism of colloquial speak Mr. Wuzamadda spoke was sometimes unsure to those who heard it.  He always seemed so damn happy!  Of course, married to a hot dish like Morganna had something to do with it.
	Morganna stepped up beside her husband, hands upraised as if she had been attached to one of those medieval torture table (and who said she hadn’t!?)
	“Darling, Dmitri has been thoughtful to us again!”
	Dmitri was puzzled.  “Uh, well, I, uh—”
	“Lurr’s birthday isn’t until next week but I think this one will keep in the freezer until then!” beamed the more-than-happy-than-he-ought-to-be lawyer, Zemo.
	Just then,
	“BuuuuUUURRRP!” exploded Lurr standing in the small foyer consuming the “gift” Dmitri had brought.
	“Oh, looks like you’ve brought TWO presents!” chortled Zemo.
	“Well, actually—”
	“Zemo, I think THAT was the gift,” Morganna said being wise and knowing, “this is something else entirely.”
	“Yeah, yes, yes,” Dim said submitting to nervousness after all, “I just need a place to stow her for a while.” He gulped and thought he should have thunk more into what he was doing than he did.
	“The freezer it is!” exclaimed an exuberant Zemo.
	“Darling,” Morganna said being insightful, “no freezer; he just wants us to mind her for him.”
	“Right!” said Dim.
	“Oh,” said a dejected Zemo, “no freezer?” he said being glum.
	“No freezer.” Replied Moganna.
	“Oh well,” he said shrugging and brushing the incident off, “C’est la vie!” and bounded off for some adventure elsewhere in the house—which was, of course, easy to find in such a bizarre mansion.
	Lurr took his “present” and disappeared leaving Dmitri with the Seductress Vamp.  Becky Tanurbumm was near lifeless, zombie-like.
	“I don’t mean to trouble you, Ms. Wuzamadda,” Dmitri said, “couple of days or so.”
	“Oh not to worry, we can entertain her—”
	Just then there was a loud crash interrupting.
	Dim was startled—he had been to the strange house but seldom actually inside.  The interior of the living room was chocked full of odds and ends—mostly odds; dead plants took up a lot of space, African animal heads, animal skin rugs, knights in armor (that moved!) ancient artifacts of vases, statues, Egyptian and other assorted worldly things were all over including an unusual cuckoo clock that was actually a wolverine that came out on the hour and “growled.”
	Suddenly appearing from a side door panel was an ancient old woman.
	“Dunderheads!” chimed the old woman.
	“Grandmama!” exclaimed Morganna, “Such language!”
	“Well, serves them right!”
	“What happened?”
	“Those jerks down at the Department of Broomsticks have revoked my flying license!”
	“Why whatever for?”
	“You crash into one billboard and they get all jittery you’ll become a menace!”
	“Grandmama,” Morganna said apparently paying little mind to the old lady’s offense, “we have guests.”
	“Well, hello there!” beamed proudly the woman, Grandmama.  She was old, real old; incredibly endowed with HUGE amounts of gray hair—that moved!  She was very polite, friendly, dumpy and frumpy and smelled of mold or rotting cheese.
	Dim shook her hand—‘Department of Broomsticks!?’

*

Is that a broomstick in your ass or are you just happy to see me?
	Creepy is as creepy does
	The Wuzamadda family was cordial (just creepy).  Dmitri didn’t explain about the nifty mind controlling gadget he had OR had he came to acquire the little girl, Becky Tanurbumm.  The girl who held Dim’s heart (and balls) would stay in Wendsy’s room.
	“Wont you stay for dinner, Dimitri?” Morganna asked.
	“Uh, well, I, uh—” 
	“We’re having my specialty!” chimed in Zemo, “Eye of Newt!”
	Eyes of newt.  Dim gulped and began to perspire heavily.
	“Also lasagna.” Morganna said soothing Dim’s fears (somewhat.)
	Not totally relaxed or eased, Dim accepted the offer—and hoped he wouldn’t regret it later (in the bathroom).
	He didn’t—and the lasagna was surprisingly good (and he didn’t ask what exactly it was made of, either—that would help keep him out of the bathroom purging.)  Becky was present for supper; she had her mind tweaked enough to be somewhat more of herself but then again—zombie-like was also there.
	After polite chit chat, a jug o’ shine for Mr. Wuzamadda, Dim and Wendsy escorted the dimwitted Becky to Wendsy’s bedroom.  Dim had been to the Wuzamadda home “a few” times.  His relationship was mostly just to Lurr, Zemo, and Morganna.  The children and Fester he knew but had not met them enough to be “friends.”  Neither Fester or “Grandmama” had been at dinner, OR Lurr!  Occasionally throughout dinner, though, there could be heard an occasional “BUUURRRRP!” as well as a “crash, bang, BOOM!”
	Morganna shook her head sadly, “Grandmama” tries so hard.”
	Dim didn’t ask—Dim didn’t want to know.
	In Wendsy’s room—very unlike a young lady’s room should be, Dim felt a little ill-at-ease.
	“She’s pretty.” Wendsy said.
	“Yes, she is.” Dim replied.
	Of course, the concept of “pretty” was out for question in regards to Wendsy’s perception.
	“What are you going to do with her?” Wendsy asked.
	“Uh, well, uhm, —”
	“Sex.” Wendsy said flatly (and knowingly).
	“Well, uh, yeah.”
	Wendsy’s room was alright; could use a little more light.  There was some windows—covered/concealed with blinds and heavy drapes.  A desk, dresser drawer, table, walk-in closet, braided rugs, bats hanging in the corner, two twin beds with canopy, a fish tank (with dead fish, a piranha, squid--)
	Bats hanging in the corner?
	There was also a black widow spider named Homer and a headless doll aptly named Marie Antoinette!  Odd girl; she dressed plainly, usually in a dress from some age long-long ago.  Flat chested but there were small-small mounts suggesting boobage at some time in her life.  Twin pigtails adorned her head; a near death-like lily white complexion; a reserved persona, curious, and demure with a bit of sadistic glee all a part of her being.
	“Do you want some privacy?” the young girl asked politely.
	“Well, I, uh, well, you see—”
	“It’s my turn to feed Kitty,” she said, “be back in a few minutes or so.”
	Dim nodded and offered a weak smile watching as the strange-strange girl left the room.  It was really all a bit much—not too much, but much enough.  The family was weird, strange, kooky!  But they were cousins—somewhere down the line he was related to Morganna.  
	As he undressed Becky for a “few minute” private thrill—
	Department of Broomsticks!
	And—was that a LION’S roar he heard?

	There just hadn’t been sufficient quality time to spend with his prize; there were probably other choices, other options—but he thought of the distant kooky cousins as “best choice.”  He knew with them she would be relatively safe—relatively speaking.  She was of her own will—insofar as she knew when to go to the bathroom, clean herself, know when she’s hungry/thirsty, and whatnot.  The effect of being “zombie” was still a part of her curbing full free will.

	It wasn’t ideal but it would work.  Dim figure to have young Becky “for awhile” until he got her out of his system.  There was just something about her that encouraged him.  She was sooooo damn pretty!  That face was one thing; words really couldn’t describe she was so captivating.  Those lips, those eyes!  That skin, the look she had—full of curiosity all the while being demure and reserved.
	Dim had just gotten her naked and laid out on the bed, panties still on for further instilling “thrills” of seeing a girl in her underwear when Wendsy reappeared.  Dim hadn’t been aware of her until he stood up and was stripping off his own clothes and saw her out of the corner of his eye.  Funny, though, he hadn’t seen her in the dresser mirror!
	Nothing was said from the girl, however.  She stood quietly up against the wall by the door.  Dim waited a moment then proceeded.  There was a lot he wanted to do to Becky—but again, there were time constraints, pots on the fire, and so on.  He had other things to do requiring his time.  And although he was told what was for dinner was “lasagna”—his stomach was churning!  Mr. Wazamadda had had a heaping helping of his favorite dish “Eye of Newt!”  Imagine!
	Firstly, Becky was lain width wise across the semi hard twin bed that too much resembled a coffin lid!  The floor was dingy brownish planks and a few throw rugs; the wallpaper was a dismal faded yellow with red flowers—and the flowers had FANGS!
	Kooky just didn’t work for Dim.
	Anyways,
	A light pat to Becky’s still panty clad ass.  After workmate, Paul had eaten the girl’s pussy out, fucked her, and sucked Dim’s dick alongside the road, they dressed and scurried on to Paul’s home whereupon Dim met Paul’s family; wife Nora, daughter Marissa and son Kole.  Nora was in a nice plain non-descript dress, hair up in a bun, and looking like she walked out of some 1880s family farm.  Daughter Marissa was a nice looking girl of twelve; long blond hair, a sweet face, budding breasts.
	Dim had already learned that Paul was an “in-the-closet” pervert; he had unnatural desires but as a cult Christian kept them “in-the-closet”.  But more than once while putting it to his wife he imagined “putting-it-to” his daughter!  He did!  He managed to keep blurting out the girl’s name, though—
	There wasn’t time, though, no time!  Dim had time to spend with his Dad at a baseball game.  What he wanted to do and what he HAD to do where diametrically opposing causing great conflict.  He let his deep desires of Paul’s family go (for the time being) and went on.  (and Paul WAS left with the confusing wonderment—did I screw Dmitri’s little cousin?
	Whether or not Paul remembered if he sucked Dim’s dick or not remained to be seen.  And Dim didn’t care.
	Anyways,
	One pat—two pat—three pat—FOUR!
	And on the fourth ass pat, Dim eased the girl’s panties down to assess his handiwork.  A nice shade of red was beginning.  Dim was askew of the quiet non-interrupting Wendsy; he stood and stripped off his clothing becoming nude (which is what happens when you strip off your clothing) and began spanking Becky’s ass with his rock hard cock.
	He wanted to show it to Wendsy—among other things.  He figured she and her brother were probably fooling around.  He spanked Becky’s ass with his cock then positioned himself so as he could began anal intrusion.  His back then therefore was completely to Wendsy—which prevented her from absolute viewing.
	Becky’s hole was kinda tight and Dim’s dick not quite stiff enough to make the intrusion.
	“Perhaps this will help.” Wendsy said suddenly appearing at his side.  In her hand was a wooden object, several inches long, smooth skin, a ridged one end and a bulbous tip at the other being 1-inch at that bulbous tip end to 2-inches to the ridged end.
	There was no emotion on Wendsy’s face—and Dim very muchly wanted to squirt splooge on her face, skull fuck her, and then go on from there.  But first!
	A little fingering to prep the hole—then he wet said finger with his own mouth before anointing his finger in his pre-cum splooge—and when he saw Wendsy eyeing him closely doing so he offered the finger of splooge to her.
	Wendsy sucked the splooge laden finger and just creeped Dmitri out to beat all.  It was the girl’s demeanor, her entire persona, her stoic mannerism—creepy!  Dim eased his finger back into Becky’s asshole; wiggled it around some, probed and probed and then inserted the wooden phallic/dildo and worked that in much like a cock would.
	Somehow it felt odd to be standing next to a young girl like Wendsy whilst he himself was butt bare assed naked.  No EMAD was used on her was possibly the root cause of his ills.  That was somewhat alleviated when Wendsy in one fluid swoop removed her dress and stood in plain white panties.
	“Nice.” Dim said cocking his head and sitting on the bed so as he could get a more direct line o’ sight.  Wendsy displayed no embarrassment—no emotion whatsoever.  Dim continued working the dildo into Becky’s ass easing those anal muscles for what was to cum.
	“Looks like you’re ready.” Wendsy said eyeing Dim’s dong.
	Try as he might—he was embarrassed.  The girl was way beyond “spooky” and didn’t fit the “kooky” adjective, either.  She made him uneasy, uncomfortable.  But regardless, he stood, removed the wooden schlong and replaced it with his own finding that the prep work did in fact ease the anal muscles.
	Gripping Becky’s hips, Dim shoved his meat stick into Becky’s asshole going most of the way in on the first shove.  Wendsy stood right up close watching the penetration.  Dim wanted to penetrate her, too!  He wondered how her kooky brother would feel about it—and what about her parents?
	Dim pumped and pumped and pumped—and then pumped some more before finally relinquishing a bountiful amount of spunk.  The release was fantastic.  And when he pulled out and the sperm began to flow out of Becky’s tortured hole, Wendsy raised a curious eyebrow.  Dim slapped Becky’s fresh fucked ass with his soiled schlong but was no where close to being able to get it stiff again.
	Or so he thought.
	Standing somewhat proud—somewhat embarrassed, Dim waggled his dirty dong musing about the “girls” on Main Street who thought nothing about doing a Dirty Sanchez or whatever other nomenclature was appropriate for a hooker or slut to suck on schlong freshly pulled from her bung hole.
	Wendsy reached out and took hold of Dim’s dick, stroking it, squeezing it at its base—enticing Dim more and more.  He was sure she and her brother had fooled around—probably gone “all the way” along with other forms of incestuous bliss.
	“It’s a little dirty.” Dim announced.
	Wendsy gave it some thought; ten said,
	“We can clean it.”
	Across the hall to the hall bathroom they went; Wendsy pushing down her panties enticing Dmitri all the more.  All the more.  Temporarily his mind went blank; there was something about the girl—her deathly white skin, thin build, lack of titty; her demure persona, pig tails, stoic face all were bizarre to odd and so on.  But apart from that—she was adorable and thusly fuckable!
	She was unique.
	But so was Becky.
	In the bathroom; Wendsy bent over the old style porcelain tub turning on the water.  Dim had to pause and wonder what her bizarre parents would think should they “happen” into the bathroom?  Lawyer Zemo was all so happy, enthusiastically overjoyed about the weirdest things, the stock market, the crash of an airliner; how would he feel seeing distant cousin Dmitri naked in the bathroom with his young daughter?
	There was no figuring Morganna.  She never really showed much emotion other than an occasional startle.  As Dim set in the tub with Wendsy—and Wendsy washing his soiled cock he thought of Morganna.  The thoughts were entirely of the naughty kind.  What would it be like to FUCK Morganna!?  Dim’s heart raced, he dared not use the minding device on the bizarre family; but…
*

Et hoc genus omne
	“How all occasions do inform against me and spur my dull revenge”
	The Bard had a way with words; but probably did not intend for them to be used to the verbatim as young Wendsy had done so at her school play.  
	“There was blood everywhere!” quoted an audience member.
	Sharing the stage with her brother, Pugsley, Wendsy expertly gave her lines from Hamlet;  “O, from this time forth, my thoughts be bloody or nothing worth. If I must strike you dead, I will.”
	Pugsley slit a wrist of his sister; Wendsy slashed her brother—blood spurted and spewed in a gallant spray sousing all those in the front row audience.  The audience sat in stunned accord watching as the two Wuzamadda children displayed a horrific version of Shakespeare’s play and collapsed onto the blood soaked stage.  More stunning awe came as the children’s parents stood applauding and shouting “Bravo!  Bravo!”

	To explain the Wuzamadda family—there wasn’t appropriate wordage.  They were bizarre.  ‘nuff said.  Homicidal, suicidal?  They looked upon life with awe—inasmuch as life looked upon them with same.  The absurdity those of normal society proclaimed were looked upon with glee from the Wuzamadda point of view.  They were bizarre—just fucking bizarre.
	But they were alright to hold Dim’s prize possession, Becky T, for a while.

	At a company party, Dim spotted more than one little girl to give ache to his cock.  The girl in the yellow dress was a definite eye catcher.  Golden hair down to her butt; a curvaceous form, bright-sunny face, small breasts, about twelve years young.  Other girls, numerous girls, frolicked about—some in skirt, wide legged shorts, short-shorts, loose fitting jeans and very tight jeans all skipped and played merrily unawares of any pending doom.
	Of course there were measures to thwart such doom; local police, private police (security), electronic mind altering deterrents (and preventors) of one kind or another; the children themselves were equipped with bracelets, tracking devices, and EMAD-D/Ps.
	While making rounds he sighted in on a small group of peoples, young peoples.  A thirteen year old girl had some nice boobage, a nice face, straight brown hair, very nice green eyes, and wide legged short walking shorts.  
	It was the girl in the wide legged short walking shorts that was the object of attention—two of the four boys present were sneaking looks down those wide legged short walking shorts as she sat on the bottom of the bleacher bench.
	Three teenage girls sat about, too; all had potential.  Dim noted, though, one particular boy, “Scott” who checked “April” more times than the others—and made slight sly adjustments to his sitting position and seemed to be in some agony.
	Dim waited.
	And waited.
	And waited.
	And then—
	The girl with in the beige wide legged short shorts got up.
	Dim had been able to maneuver his way kinda close, sitting on one of the unoccupied upper benches and on the sly also “checked” the object of attention the boys were on about.  April Fanbee was revealing (unawares) a nice crotch shot.
	After brushing off her butt the girl struck off for the “facilities.”
	‘go follow,’ Dim electronically minded to Scott, ‘take the long way.’
	Dmitri followed the girl.
	‘virgin?’
	“No.” and she stopped, looked around curiously, checked her EMAD Detector/Preventor watch, her necklace and seemed genuinely concerned.
	Dim adjusted his EMAD ‘calm—be calm—all is well—no worries.’
	It seemed to work and the girl went on to the bathrooms.
	Some boy named “Eddie” had been her first fuck, just last year on her thirteenth birthday as a fact.  A friend, not a BOY friend but she regarded him as a “friend” and they fucked in HER house one day after school.
	‘just once?’
	In her bedroom, on her bed.
	Then in the shower, bathroom floor, kitchen table, living room, PARENTS room, then on her bed—all in the same day!  Then “once in a while” thereafter.  
	‘give him a blowjob?’
	Once.
	‘take it up the ass?’
	Hell NO!
	‘like to mess with little boys?’
	That wasn’t even met with a response.
	‘have feelings for a girl?’
	Ffffrt!  Bing!  Dang!  Whrrrr!  OMG!  WTF!  BBQ!
	That would be another HELL NO!
	She did masturbate, though.
	‘ever get caught?’
	Yep—daddy caught her getting after it just a couple of months ago.  He barged into her room for something—caught her butt naked on her bed just a “gettin’ after it”.  On the plus side he never “barged in” again.
	‘virgin?’
	“Yes.”
	That was pretty much a given—Scott Rockoad was not shy but reserved—there’s a difference.  At any time he was out of sight of his over demanding Father for more than a few minutes and he was scolded.  He was a nice looking boy, just hounded by his very-very Christian father.
	‘your dad beat you?’
	Yep.
	‘bare ass?’
	Yep-yep.
	And during that prying moment—Dim saw in the boy’s mind that he was not truly a “virgin”.  He hadn’t scored with a girl of HIS age but of a girl younger than he—much younger.  The image was distorted and buried DEEP—but it seemed as though outwardly Christian Scott had molested a wee little girl about 6 years young—gave her a bath he did and whilst doing so fingered her.  When out of the bath he “rubbed” on her his cock against her ass AND got her to play with it!
	There was more but the image was grainy.
	‘if you could FUCK April, would you?’
	Zip!  Wang!  DOOOO!
	Not “yeah” but HELL YEAH!
	In the mouth, up the ass, everywhere, anywhere.  He jerked off almost daily; had a pair of girl’s panties and fantasized about getting laid every day.  There was an image of him getting caught spanking the monkey by his Dad who promptly spanked the boy’s ass butt blistering red.
	During which time—Scott creamed against his bed!
	On the far side of the park, by the bathrooms, was the handball courts and that was where April and Scott “met up.”  Trees aplenty, bushes amongus, the two teens went slinking behind the equipment building and the handball court where there was just ample space to do something naughty.
	Along with those wide legged beige shorts, April wore lavender panties.
	Scott had boxers (and a semi hard cock!)
	Laying out nakedly on a patch of soft grass and clover, April Fanbee looked extremely appetizing.  Eight times in ONE DAY she had had sex with her boyfriend!  Eight times!  Imagine!  Dim was “invisible” to the two horny teens; he took first dibs and straddled young April’s chest giving her a glorious titty fuck followed by her kissing and then sucking his cock.
	Temporarily satisfied, Dim sat off the girl and directed Scott to his first cunt munch.  The boy had no idea what “eating pussy” was all about.  Dim schooled him and noted the scars of welts on the boy’s body…
	After a couple of minutes of getting to know a girl’s cunt personally, Scott Rockoad was ready.  His cock was already dripping sperm and no need to waste it; Dim directed the boy easily to “mount” April and fuck her good!
	And he did.
	A quick fuck, though; just under two minutes.
	When Scott was done—Dim took his turn depositing loads of hot love into the girl’s twat.  There wasn’t time for anything else—Dim picked up Scott’s dad calling for him.  More welts were on the way!

*

I know what you did—and I like it!
	It was naughty; it was gross; it was barbaric, insidious, painful to watch, disgusting to hear.  Do it again!
	Other than April and Scott there was Stacey Shortbush.  She was also thirteen; very damn pretty, glistening lip gloss, golden hair style very nicely, a wondrous personality as she intermingled with the young kids.  She was so happy!  That was an amazing face; great little teenage ass, bouncy titties, a wondrous smile that would give anyone hope.
	April returned to her crew—Scott was removed from the premises and scolded harshly.  A spanking there sure would have had it not been so public.  A spanking there sure would be once they got home.  Dim kinda wanted to be there to see that—but first!
	Other than just her amazing beauty there was just something about Stacey Shortbush.  Dim was smitten by her—ok, he was smitten by just about every girl he saw but Stacey was first.  For awhile he watched her, being nonchalant about it so as not to arise any undo suspicion.  Then, he noted when the girl went to the parking lot to meet her just-arriving-two-hours-late daddy—there was a tremendous HUG.  We’re talking HUG—a little more than a typical hug should be between Father and Daughter.  It was worth investigating.
	David Shortbush was well dressed, too dressed for a company picnic.  Dim wasn’t sure what department he worked in but he was one of the higher ups for sure.  (he pulled up in a Jaguar, too!)  After the tremendous hug the two held hands and it was Stacey who was all aglow.  She was amazing!  Such a bright face, so happy, so wondrous to gaze upon.
	Her Daddy was tall, an inch or two over six foot; slim build, dark hair, nice looking fellow and totally all the world to his thirteen year old daughter.  Another hug followed and then—THEN there was a butt grope.  Dim saw it.  David Shortbush reached specifically down and groped his daughter’s delicious ass, smoothed his hand in a circular fashion all the while sneaking looks if anyone saw.
	Dim saw.
	After the grope—of which didn’t seem to offend Stacey, the two moved to the park to join the company’s festivities.  Mostly he schmoozed with other employees—Stacey never once leaving his side.  There after handshaking and blathering to this employee and that one, and that one over there, some lunch, thirty minutes of volley ball, and then he and Stacey surreptitiously slipped away.
	Dim almost missed them and hustled to catch up, get in his truck and follow them.  Something told him that he was in for something special about those two.  And of course, he wasn’t wrong.

	Some blocks down West End St. to Graburocks Ln. and a few blocks to Alm Way to Brookstone Apts.  A nice plot of apartments situated in a very odd manner to Dmitri; two and three story units; single bedroom to three bedroom; brown and white motif and not in the construct of normal apartment buildings—cockeyed was more like it with walkways this way and that way.  Bushes, rock creeks, something called “acquaintance” gathering spots with fire pits and barbeque grills.
	David Shortbush had a two bedroom apartment.
	Once inside—and Dim using the EMAD to render himself invisible to David and Stacey via enhancing the Device’s mind manipulation brain waves, slipped inside to observe.
	A nice apartment; good furniture, the blinds were drawn as well as the drapes making the interior kinda of dark but not gloomy.  There was just enough light for one to be able to see about.  The living room was of good size having a suede “L” shaped sofa, high end end tables and coffee table with assorted company propaganda strewn about its surface.  A wall mounted mega television and a mega multi use stereo system beneath it against the wall.  Two odd shaped book cases flanked the stereo/tv system; some interesting flowers in flower pots, weird looking paintings in glass, and all the signs of a man who was living well.
	The kitchen was the next room—very nice appliances, round dinning table, and a sliding door out to a small-small backyard.  Between the living room and kitchen was one hallway leading to a hall bathroom, bedroom one and bedroom two.  Bedroom two was the main bedroom having its own bathroom.
	David and Stacey didn’t even make it to the hallway before they were once more seriously hugging one another—followed by seriously kissing.  Dim was amused and knew he had not been wrong in his assumpting that there was more to them than that he thought.
	Lots of groping.  Heavy petting.

	And at one point—it looked as if though Mr. Shortbush was HUMPING against his daughter!  The two were against the back end of the sofa; David’s hands both were clamped tightly to Stacey’s ass as they kissed passionately, deeply, Frenchly.
	Then—THEN, Stacey moved down her Daddy’s lengthy body to fish out of his designer Italian slacks his lengthy cock!  She did!  The cock was already immeasurably hard and Stacey stroked it lovingly in her hands.  She grinned and was all aglow as she eyed the one-eyed-monster.  Dim had to wonder if she were “aglow” on her own or did she have “help.”
	Dim didn’t think so.  Mr. Shortbush seemed completely working without the aid of an electronic enhancement.  Being invisible to the two was already pushing the abilities of his EMAD so he cooled probing David’s mind until later when it would be possibly safer (like when he could ease up the power output when Stacey was gone or asleep.)
	Stacey stroked her Daddy’s cock, squeezed it at the base and flopped it against her sweet angelic face.  Then without further adieu she popped the head of the cock into her mouth.  Rolling her tongue about the incredibly super sensitive head she had her Daddy by the balls.  Not literally—not yet.  Suffice it to say—Stacey had her Daddy’s full attention.  (what do you have when you have two tiny green balls in your hands?  Kermit’s undivided attention.)
	David put his hands thru his daughter’s hair; he moaned, reeled, rolled his head side to side and back and forth—nothing beats a blowjob (especially if its from a thirteen year old girl regardless if she’s your daughter!)  David began to pump and pump—pull out and hump his sweet child’s face then pop himself back into her mouth to complete the job.
	Stacey sucked the poppycock dry but there was a smear of splooge on her lips just the same.  David let out some air and rested on the back of the sofa.  This gave Stacey time to stand and pull off her blue knit vest, white blouse, halter top, and bra.  David’s cock pulsed and dripped cum.  His dark eyes eyed the topless girl and there was a curious smile etched on his face.
	Stacey didn’t stop there, she undone her light blue jeans and shucked them revealing nice red panties to further entice her horny Daddy.  David began masturbating slowly, squeezed his balls, and looked upon his child with extreme lust.  Extreme.  Stacey sexually slid her panties down, stepped out of her clothes and was nude.
	Probably not the first time.
	The girl went to her Daddy, between his legs.  Another intense hug, more kissing, and then David stood pulling off his own clothes (with Stacey’s help.)  Once he himself was nude the girl went once more to sucking him.  Dim was hard pressed not to intervene.  He had gotten fucked already so he managed to hold off.
	Still, Daddy and daughter didn’t make it to the hallway or any of the rooms down that way.  After sucking—sucking—sucking, Stacey was pulled up, hugged tenaciously, then quick as a wink scooped up and whirled about to be sat on the top of the sofa whereupon her legs were parted and Daddy David’s slathered up hard dick went sailing expertly into her pussy.  And of course, it had been there before.
	The fuck was deliberate and precise.  David easily made penetration to his daughter’s pussy—slow and precise; all the way in—all the way out—all the way in—all the way.  Stacey reacted with ooohs and ahhhs, clenching the sofa, throwing her head back, and flailing her legs about before wrapping her legs about her Daddy’s waist as he kicked in the In and Out procedure to a higher gear.
	Then the fuck was on.
	Dim was even more harder pressed to keep himself still and from “joining in.”  A thousand questions he wanted to know—from both Father and Daughter.  Those plaguing questions would just have to wait.  His balls clenched up tight to his clenched up already tight asshole.
	For some reason—he wanted sodomize Paul Shamewebatter!
	Back to the business at hand—
	David went three minutes and some seconds before delivering a mighty abundance of spunk matter into his daughter’s cunt.  He strained, stretching his daddy cock to the fullest extent and made some calls as his orgasm heightened.  Daughter, too, was enjoying the throws of sexual bliss and Dim assumed she was on some pregnancy prevention method.	
	A gusher of cum spilled forth from the girl’s crevice.  She gave a mighty “Ahhhhh” as she totally-totally relaxed into oblivion.  Daddy David also sank into a void of ultimate but shameful bliss.  He didn’t sink to his knees, though, but turned and stumbled down the hall (finally!) to his bedroom and bathroom therein.
	Stacey remained gathering herself and Dim—gathered her.
	As he slid his member into the girl’s teenage poon,
	‘how old were you first time you and your daddy fucked?’
	Last year, a week after coming into the apartment (after the divorce from Stacey’s mother (Plaintiff)).  Daddy David HAD seen his daughter fingering herself earlier in her room.  In turn, Stacey had caught (walked in on) her Daddy spanking his monkey.  The two had a great rapport and it was a shame that she couldn’t go with her Daddy when he moved out.  But somehow, it worked out—and for the better!  Sneaking around for their hanky and panky was something they found enticing and made their illicit relationship all the better.
	With the EMAD peaking at ultimate power output levels, Dmitri wisely cooled his heels—no more plaguing questions.  Only fucking.  He fucked Stacey and gave her a generous glob of his liquid love.  He then sent the girl on to her Daddy where she joined him therein.  
	Back at the park—
	Sooooo many choices!  Soooo many prospects!  Young, really young, just right, teen, young adult.  The opportunities were in abundance!  First up was Rayleen Samohtytsirk.  She was thirteen, lovely brown hair to mid back, lovely bouncy titties, and a tomboy.  Accompanying her were two young peoples no more than eight years old.  The boy in her care was Adam Cuxlore; the girl was Megan Flowersnurd and she was a cutey!  A unique face, kind of long, super curly brown hair clear to her butt!  What a face!  So happy and joyous, too!
	The boy, Adam, was a little more reserved but he was happy and joyous, too.  And there was a reason he was so happy and joyous—not ‘cause he was a mere eight year old; not ‘cause he could climb a rock mound in a single bound; climb a tree here, climb a tree there; or skip merrily across a mud soaked dirt road unafraid of deep pot holes, or be afeard of what lay deep inside a forest—but was afeard of a girl’s bedroom and his Mommy’s hand should he come home from that forest after dark (soaked in mud from a mud soaked pothole!)
	Being very sly, extremely sneaky, incredibly crafty, Rayleen, Adam, and Megan slipped out of view of the park to the lee side where the park butted up against some wilderness with a small river next to it.  The “wilderness” wasn’t wild or rugged or very large; just a small tract of unkempt/untouched land where seekers of adventure could find such.  Within the wilderness there were some abandoned mines, some interesting rock formations, a huge depression with a wet land sinkhole in the middle, and twenty-five acres of adventure.
	Rayleen and the kids didn’t go far into the wilderness, just “a ways” in where there were some natural cover and privacy.  The natural cover and privacy came in handy as after reaching the secluded area and after settling down with some refreshment—the sole purpose of slipping off from the company picnic came to light:  hanky-panky.
	Rayleen pulled off Megan’s light blue top; Adam pulled off his own.  The temperature was moderate—warm, but tolerable.  There were some insects buzzing about but nothing too horrible to scream about.  Megan undone and took down her own short jeans but Rayleen helped her out of them (followed by her powder blue panties.)  Young Adam was all aglow and giddy—doubly so when Rayleen helped him out of his clothes and there they were—naked!  Well, Adam and Megan.
	Megan laid down on the clothes, knees up, legs open.  Rayleen laid beside her and began fingering her.  Adam watched and had instant erection.  After much more fingering, Rayleen coaxed the boy (and no EMAD was being used!) to positioned himself between the young girl’s legs.  He did so.
	Taking holt of young Adam’s schlong, Rayleen guided the member up and down Megan’s cunt.  From his vantage point, Dmitri Tsugua could not tell if whether or not the young girl was a virgin.
	Little foreplay; after about a minute or so of gliding his cock up and down Megan’s trench, the young boy slipped into the girl’s sex and the fuck was on!  Rayleen caressed Adam’s lily white ass, spanked it—spanked herself, and began earnestly fingering herself.
	As the boy got into the rhythm of his deed, Rayleen pulled off her own top, undershirt, and then her bra.  She fondled her young teenage breasts, took a security look around and then laid down to shuck her jeans and panties.  Adam never missed a beat and kept thrusting for several minutes.
	Naked Rayleen fingered (and spanked) herself all the while Adam fucked and when he grew tired and pulled out, Rayleen lay on her back and seriously fingered her self until Adam came over unto her and inserted his little dorky dork into her hot and bothered sex for another round of fucking.
	Rayleen put a grip on the boy’s pumping ass while beside them young Megan fingered herself.  A little less than five minutes later and Adam had had enough.  He was worn out.  Rayleen, though, was just getting primed!  They had some sodas and then Megan had to pee.
	Dim got all kinds of interested when Megan stood off to one side, spread her legs, and peed.  When that was done, Rayleen pulled up her panties and the kids began dressing, too—time to get back to park.
	‘not so fast!’ Dim said, ‘my turn!’

	She was a good fuck—
	So was Rayleen!
	Arriving on scene, Dim stopped the participants from completing their dressing but was aware that they did need to hustle and return to the park before they were missed.  Prep work was already ready—Dim’s dick was hard enough to break bricks with!  Firstly, the kids, and Rayleen, re-undressed themselves.  Then, Dim “went down” on young Megan, licking and lapping her young crevice to his extreme delight before thrusting his thrust stick into her and giving her the fuck she deserved.
	Megan hadn’t been “fucked” all too much; counting the moment she and Adam had hooked up four other times—with the help of oh-so naughty Rayleen Samohtytsirk.  Not much more in Q&A could there be gained as time was really a constraint and worry.  More than once while stuffing young Megan’s cunt did Dim think he heard voices—calling voices.
	After giving the young girl a goodly amount of his personal love, Dim took a five minute breather.  While doing so he took in the lovely naked Megan (up close and very personal.)  Such a lovely face!  Nice shape to her nude body, a goodly butt, and wondrously tight cunt!

	Boning a teenager was one thing but there was something kinda special about doing same to a young girl like Megan.  His dick ached but not too terribly.  He adored the girl, caressed her, fingered her well fucked cunt; then moved onto Rayleen.
	No teenage dick had been in her pussy—just little boys.  Adam was one, there, too; Richard, John, and Mike.  Dim didn’t play around prying into her mind too much—with time being a constraint he just shoved his fuck stick into her and got after it.
	Of course, there was anal play, too.  Of course!

*

It’s a shame, we coulda been better
	In the final hours of the company picnic Dmitri focused his attention on his workmate cocksucker, Paul Shamewebatter.  Well, not so much as Paul but his wife, daughter, and son.  Daughter Marissa did handstands, cartwheels, and enticed Dim (and other teenage boys, grown men, boys of all ages) to no end.  (enticed ‘cause according to their faith, the Shamewebatter females (of all ages) did not wear pants or skirts but dresses and usually of the denim variety when not in church.)
	So the flipping and twisting, cartwheeling and especially handstands got Marissa serious attention as she did these acrobatics in her knees’ length dress revealing a nice pair of reddish panties.  Boing!  Sproing!  Vroing!
	Eventually her mother wrenched her from her play, scolded her and was very unhappy with her to say the least.  Marissa became unhappy and the company picnic event was over for her.  She sulked in the family car until it was time for them to go.  Dim was sure there were other “possibilities” at the park to look into but he knew, too, that there were more company parties thru the year and thusly opportunities abounding in abundance.
	So there.

	Dim was bothered when at the Shamewebatter home when Nora yanked Marissa out of the family car by the elbow and nearly dragged her into the family house.  Paul held back but ushered his young son into the house—but not before Dim got in (invisible.)
	Already there was terror as young Marissa was being spanked.
	Dim had Paul and his son, Kole, mind zapped and oblivious to Dim’s presence.  There hadn’t been the chance to nab the brain waves of Nora and Marissa so he had to creep down the hallway to Marissa’s bedroom stealthily.  There, against her bed, Marissa was being spanked by her irate mother.
	‘raise her dress—up.’
	The instrument panel on the mind controlling device looked good—good enough to chance enhancing the minds of highly pissed off Mother and very distraught daughter.  Father and son, in the living room, were zombiefied and in “stand-by” mode.
	Nora paused a moment then raised Marissa’s dress up over the girl’s waist and proceeded to spank some more.  Marissa thrashed and tried to protect her darling tender ass.  After a couple more hard smacks,
	‘take the panties down.’
	Nora paused a moment again but the tugged down her daughter’s panties and “laid hands” on her until Dim could take no more—holding back not being physically involved.
	‘take your clothes off.’ Dim minded to Nora.
	And while the young thirty-something year old woman undressed herself, Dim undressed Marissa who wavered between being “aware” and not so being “aware.”  Marissa’s ass was nice and warm, red, quivering, and wondrous against Dim’s thighs as he stuffed her not-that-virgin of an asshole.
	‘brother been in your asshole?’ Dim probed as he probed.
	“Yes!” burbled the girl sniveling so.
	Figured.
	Dim eased most of his cock into her, began pumping, and noted Nora, naked, with a curious face.
	On the instrument panel of the EMAD—not one, not two, but THREE yellow lights!  Not good.  The “awareness” level was down to 80 percent and dropping!
	Pressing the Emergency/Enhance button helped—leaving only one light indicator a steady Yellow.  If that light had remained and blinking—then there would be serious cause for concern.  A steady ON yellow light was cause for caution but not concern.
	Dim forgave probing the girl’s mind via Q&A and continued on probing her asshole.  When the orgasm came—and it was a good one, a massive headache came to be nearly blinding him.  He didn’t know “what the fuck” that was about.
	‘maybe it’s a tumor!’
	“It’s not a tumor!” he told himself.
	Patting Marissa’s ass, checking out her naked mother, reflecting on stuffing his dick into Rayleen at the park, and Megan, AND Adam—Dim calmed and so did his headache.  Too many “activity” in one day.  He wanted to do more to the girl; get it on with her mommy, a little with her brother, and get her daddy to suck his cock.  (and he still wasn’t gay!)

	Leaving Marissa’s bedroom Dim checked on Paul and Kole, then found a beer in the refrigerator and consumed it.  It paled in comparison to moonshine but it was ok.  He brought down another beer before returning to Marissa and her mother; rolled Marissa over and noshed at her very lovely cunny—of which he determined was also—not virginal.
	No Q&A was necessary.  He licked, lapped, nipped, and sucked on the whole of the soft cunt that had just a fine layer of beginner’s pubes.  Enticed by his noshing, Dim moved onto the girl laying his cock against her slowly grinding thereon.  Marissa fluttered her eyes, peed, and enticed Dim one hundred percent.

	The image of shoving his prick into Megan’s cornhole still remained even though he was shoving his prick into Marissa’s pussy.  The girl had been having on-going sexual relations with her brother since she was ten—and he had been a mere eight!  Eight!  There were little details on how it all came about—those yellow lights on the minding device the problem there.  So as not to tax the Device, Dim held off deep probing and settled for shooting a massive wad of spunk into the girl’s cunt instead.
	The release of such just about did Dim in.
	A shower, a squat on the pot, another beer, then he worked on the girl’s mother.  He hoped to be able to warp the woman’s mind after his shenanigans with her—two yellow lights came on but they were steady.  Dim steadily rode the woman who just about forbade her children to go to a sleepover at a friend or to have anyone come to the house for same.  Most the time that was “free” time for the children was spent studying academics or some music study OR (and mostly) bible study.
	Nora was stricter than Paul.
	There was no cum wash for Nora—Dim’s balls were empty.  He fucked until there was no more fuck to give.  His cock tingled and his balls were on fire!  For Nora, she was awash with a sheen layer of sex sweat.  It was then—especially when there were green lights across the board that Dim rewired Nora’s strict mind.
	‘ease up!’ lighten up the load on the kids; allow them to have friends, to go spend the night at a friend’s, allow friends to come over to the house; ‘allow the kids to go naked!’
	‘you want sex with your son.’
	‘it’s alright for Marissa to have sex with her Dad!’
	A yellow light came on and was steady for a half minute—then began flashing.  The next light to come on would be RED and that meant no connectivity between the EMAD and the Subject’s mind.  No control.  But there was some control as there were four other lights suggesting connectivity AND therefore control.  But one wavering light still meant trouble.
	After another shower and a thirty minute break—a new plan was instilled.
	The “awareness” level on both parental units was downgraded.  Sitting in near darkness in the Family Room sometime just before midnight they watched as Marissa and Kole did their thing.  That is to say, Marissa stood naked, turned slowly, patted her butt, fingered her pussy, then dropped to her knees while her nude brother slowly turned himself around, too.
	Then, sister Marissa took his penis that was partially erect and began working it to full erect.  Then, to her bewildered mother’s eyes sucked it.  Paul sweated.  In his mind was the day he fucked Dim’s “cousin”.  It was then that Paul also recalled (fondly?) sucking Dim’s dick alongside the roadway.  He fucked Dim’s cousin—as WAS fucked up the ass by Dim!
	By the time sperm was squirting into Marissa’s mouth—Paul was in fits.
	Mixed fits.  Having his way with “Becky” was one thing—being had was something else.  There was only one conclusion.  But as soon as he began to pull that nifty little info into play—Dim nipped it into oblivion.
	‘you liked sucking my dick.’ Dim installed upon the man.
	‘you liked being fucked up the ass.’
	‘you liked fucking that little girl.’
	‘you want to fuck YOUR little girl!’
	All thoughts and concerns of thoughts regarding the possible use of an EMAD against him were gone.  Dim sighed and Paul went down on his sister eating her out righteously.

	A few minutes after 2AM and Marissa was “riding” her Daddy’s lap.
	Paul was screwing his Mother.
	In the beginning, Marissa believed she was having sex with her brother.
	Paul believed that he was making it with his sister.
	Paul believed that he was getting it on with Dim’s cousin, Becky—but he really DID want to get it on with Marissa!  Done!  Dim discovered that if it weren’t for strict ass Nora, he would have given a try at molesting Marissa long ago.
	Long ago?
	She was twelve currently—just how “long ago” are we talking here?
	Flickering yellow lights disrupted Dim’s attempt at garnering that nifty bit o’ info so he let it go—for now.  The man had a tremendous hard-on and ALL the way into his daughter it was squirting great strands of love DEEP into the child’s cunt.  His hands were tightly grasped to Marissa’s ass—and slowly—slowly—slowly were the two brought to the realization of who the other was.
	And it was perfectly alright for them to be doing what they were doing.

	After Paul had come in his Mom’s twat—those two were brought to the awareness level also of their illicit union.  Dim nailed Marissa in the ass while she was still on her Daddy’s lap and Paul was all but spent.  More rewiring was required and necessary—taking more time and to almost noon the following day!
	And it was a Sunday!  The family who never missed church services—did!
	They were too busy fucking—and being fucked.  Inasmuch as Dim enjoyed sinking his bone into Marissa and Kole—he also found equal pleasure in sinking said bone into Paul and Nora.
	With the disruption of that family unit thoroughly soiled, Dim left and went home to shower and sleep (until his next adventure.)

The next adventure…
	Trying to leave the nifty mind altering device alone was a neat trick.  It just couldn’t be done.  A day maybe, two, but not much more than that; there were just too many opportunities!  Such as when he made a pizza run one Friday evening for the family.  Being summery type time the sun was still up—way up.  Why mention that?  Well, ‘cause young peoples, children specifically, felt more secure with the sun broadening the light for the day.  The scourge of the land (EMADs specifically) were still a problem and social curse; there were more law enforcing agents present (and not so present but were available), deterrents, electronic spies in every store, lamp post, stop sign, everywhere.  Regardless,
	Pizza was a popular item for Friday nights, Dim had to wait but was ok with that.  While waiting, two interesting Subjects came to be.  Chelsea had a nice trim little body; jet black hair, a nice round sweet face, hazel eyes, mostly flat chested, sweet butt clad in non-jean type black pants.  She farted—which was what got the undue attention to begin with.  Otherwise, Dim would have been happy sitting in the “wait here” chair for his order minding his own damn business.
	The other girl, Mandy, commented “What a day!” and not in a good way.
	She was a cutey, too.
	Mandy had a nice smile, dark-smoky eyes, short long honey brown hair (with dark roots!)  She was a cutey, though; had a little more “chest” than her friend, more butt, jeans of the jean type that were also black.
	‘pick at your butt.’
	Mandy Kornpop cocked her head curiously, wrinkled her nose; then tried to surreptitiously “pick (panties) butt.”
	‘your hole itches.’
	That was a little more harder to conceal (surreptitiously.)
	Chelsea looked to her friend “digging” in amazement.
	“Mandy!”
	‘that’s alright,’ Dim minded electronically, ‘you’re pussy itches!’
	A few minutes later and…
	“Here’s pizza, and I gotta go—help a friend, from work—stranded.”
	A 12 pack of beer for his Dad and a 2-liter soda bottle for his Mom with an ice cream sundae from another place to appease her.  Then, using the company non-company van, Dmitri struck off for some place secluded (out of town.)

*

Cum stains for everyone!
	“Are you a virgin?”
	Scowling her face, perplexed, confused—Mandy Kornpop answered,
	“No.”  gee, what a shock; no such thing as a “virgin” anymore ‘ceptin’ maybe an ugly 4rth grader.
	But Mandy wasn’t a slut; her venture into sex was with one boy, a friend (not a boyfriend) and just one time.  She didn’t finger herself ‘ceptin’ in the shower; her Daddy didn’t molest her but she DID think that he copped a feel of her ass now and then.  The only sex position she knew of was the Missionary and Oral.  “Up the ass” was elusive to her as was “cum.”
	Girlfriend Chelsea wasn’t a virgin, either—Chelsea had done Missionary AND Reverse Missionary; once each.  No oral, no anal.  At a boy-girl party some months earlier she had gone “in the closet” with a boy from after when she had “spun the bottle”.  In the closet they had pushed their pants down and fondled one another—the other’s ass then turned around and fingered one another before realizing that the other party goers were piled up at the closet door.  Wisely they pulled their clothes up—just in time, too; the door whisked open much to the dismay of those party goers finding neither girl-boy in a compromising position.
	Later on, though, in Chelsea’s backyard some time after the party and after midnight—they re-enacted their ‘in the closet’ experience going full nude.  Tommy Littledoo kissed her and laid on her—then laid her!  That was her third fuck.
	Dmitri Tsugua would be her fourth fuck.

	It was a little surreal—no, a lot; the moonlight streaming into the open van door; cool summer breezes rustling thru the tall pines; coyote baying somewhere off in the distance; a young girl laying motionless on a carpeted floor, naked.  Yeah, it was surreal.
	Feeling the presence of “time”, Dim almost hurriedly hurried thru his illicit activities.  He stripped off his clothes and got Mandy out of hers, then paused a moment to enjoy her nudity, non-virgin pussy, and body as a whole before spreading her legs and guiding into her sex his sex.
	Having her pussy broken into just the one time with the boy not a boyfriend boy left Mandy’s cunt deliciously snug.  This pleased Dmitri greatly and he gingerly made love to the young girl; cupping her delicious young ass and driving his manhood near fully into her.
	Mandy moaned, groaned, arched her back forcing her young nipples to perk up.  Her young body so wondrous it was a safe bet that her daddy probably would like to fuck her.  Dim knew he did—and he did!  And all the while there was her friend, Chelsea, also naked, on her hands and knees with ass in the air right beside them whereas Dim could fondle and probe her at will.
	Then suddenly he was cumming.
	There was a brief awareness of a cum squirt—and then—there it was.
	That was a bit of a downer.  The pleasure factor was not so much and that was the sole purpose of sex—the pleasure of cumming (off).  Dim continued pumping, stretching his cock to the max, then pulling out to hump the girl’s soiled pussy.  With energy resources ebbing he lay on the girl to suckle her tender developing breasts.
	There didn’t seem to be much energy left—or time, but Dim made energy and time for Chelsea.  The girl was a little more “adventurous” and willing to explore forbidden ventures—but with some caution.  She was vaguely aware of what “cum” was, or sperm—and knew that boys like Tommy Littledoo was too young to spurt baby making sperm.  So when the time came to do a boy who DID spurt baby making sperm—she would insist on the boy wrapping his wiener in protection.
	Dmitri drove his cock into the girl smiling (in agony) all the way.  He was sure to some extent that she was too young to get pregnant.  But, that wasn’t set in concrete and there were girls all over who at the tender age of ten were in fact carrying the child of a lover—incestuously was the common factor but an errant lover, ritual, and exploration via adventure seeking.
	For some reason, an infuriating reason, Dim’s energy was absolutely zapped, drained, kaput!  And no cum!  There was a clear sticky-icky substance that oozed from his pisser leaving him with the assumption that he was squirting blanks or shooting cum from the bottom of his nuts!
	Time for a rest.
	But first!
	Plan One was to merely unload the girls somewhere in town, around town, under town, somewhere.  Plan Two—return them to their parents.  Plan Two was complicated in that Returning to Parents also involved fucking with the parents’ minds.  The girls had already been reported to the police and their associates as “missing”.  Dim didn’t like complications—his dick ache, he wanted to fuck his cousin, co-worker, and have more time with Mandy and Chelsea.  
	Time—there never was enough of it.
	Chelsea’s home was closest so just after midnight—
	Knock!  Knock!  Knock!
	The front door—and all doors, was locked, the porch light was on further complicating things.  Dim had to hang out of sight and just about “out of optimum” range for what he wanted and had planned to do.
	Both parental units appeared at the door with Chelsea’s mom fainting.
	Chelsea’s dad grabbed his daughter and held her tightly before trying to re-awaken his wife.  That, at least, gave Dim time to zap the two parents and re-zap Chelsea.  Mandy remained in the van parked in the alley sound to sleep.
	Once inside it was a hurry to get the daddy to alert the police (and their associates) that Chelsea was home and no alert or follow-up was necessary for it seemed as though Chelsea and Mandy had merely gotten afraid of a creepy man in the pizzeria and they had fled getting lost in the process as they hid out and too afraid of the dark to go home.
	And Chelsea’s cell phone had a dead battery with not even enough power for dialing emergency numbers.  Mandy’s phone, on her desk in her room.  Good place for it!
	A tracking device was on both girls—their watches specifically.  Both had been “lost”.  Chelsea’s Daddy was very glad of his daughter’s return, the girl’s mother wanted to take her to the hospital for a check-up.  Dim nipped that notion re-instilling that the girl had simply been lost.
	But an “examination” was actually ok.
	Chelsea’s dizzy mom was sent to bed rest assured that her daughter was ok.
	Chelsea and her Daddy went into Chelsea’s bedroom—for the examination.
	‘take off your clothes.’ (again!)
	Chelsea didn’t hesitate (like she hadn’t in the van hours earlier, either.)  Daddy John Kornpop watched her conveying to the “invisible” Dmitri that he LIKED seeing his daughter undressing.
	‘you LIKE seeing your daughter undressing?’
	“Yes.” He answered truthfully.  Dim smiled, the EMAD would be a handy tool for the Court system, too!
	‘you like to see your daughter—naked?’
	John K couldn’t even answer—his mind was somewhat blank; there was conflict in John—to admit to such a heinous admission or to give way and submit.  Quite the little turmoil.  But yeah, John K WOULD like to see his child butt bare assed naked.
	And what’s more—
	‘you would like to “TOUCH” you daughter (while she’s naked)?’
	And by TOUCH your daughter it was meant TOUCH!
	More conflict, more stumbling to admit and then cover up the admission.
	Once Chelsea was nude (again)—
	‘lay on your bed.’  Chelsea climbed onto her, laid on her back, legs open.
	John could hardly breathe.  It was a dream-fantasy cum true.
	‘take off YOUR clothes.’ Dim minded to the daddy.
	John didn’t hesitate, either!
	And Dim, of course, took off his.

	Bathed in the glow of a nightlight, Chelsea was a cutey pie.  “Examining” her young pussy which for her age should be very smooth and revealing no evidence of being fucked was a joy.  Dim saw the girl in a new light—er, other than the natural light that filled the van hours prior.  She was adorable!  Daddy John’s cock was throbbing hard and dripping with pre-cum!  Oh!
	Carefully, the professional architect examined his daughter—specifically her pussy—specifically.  His fingers diligently skimmed over Chelsea’s smooth virtually hairless poon.  Lust filled him—consumed him!  Only hours earlier and Dim had been in her pussy and he wanted to be in her again!
	After a couple of long minutes—
	‘lick her out.’
	Dim could still taste the girl himself on his tongue; there had been a bit of mustiness and a slight hint of pee.  Didn’t bother him—he wanted more!  John K licked his daughter’s snatch and really got into it.  He licked, lapped, nipped, and drove his tongue into the girl’s quim; he used his nose, too!  Then, on his own, he pushed a finger into her asshole!
	Not much of encouragement or goading or coercion was needed for the next bit—which was for Daddy John K to “mount” his daughter and slip into her pussy his manhood.  No, not much encouragement there.  There WAS notable hesitation; the man was a father, husband, loved his child, had spanked her occasionally, but truly loved her.  The desires to see her naked were natural.  He satisfied his need for pervertedness by screwing his wife.
	But deep down inside—aye, he wanted his bone in his daughter’s cunt.
	He also wanted to fuck her friend, Mandy!  Well doesn’t everybody!

	Oh, he was scum!  He knew it, too.  AND didn’t care!  He loved his daughter but having sex with her—that was da bomb!  The first fuck to Chelsea was just that—a fuck.  The second go round was more along the lines of “making love.”  Laying in bed with her, John adored his child; his hands traveled up and down her young naked (sweaty) body; fingered her pussy relentlessly, and tried for some backdoor banditry but his cock wasn’t strong enough to breach the virgin rim.

	The lust factor had dwindled; there was no regret on what he had done, though.  And eventually Dmitri had to send the pervert to his wife so as HE himself could have another go at her—along with inserting new notions for living.  His cock was already smoldering and there was just something captivating about the girl that Dim liked.  He wanted to follow-thru with Chelsea (and Mandy)—
	Mandy!
	He had to hurry up and get Mandy to her parents, concoct the same story about “creepy man” at the pizza store, hiding out, and getting lost and afeared after dark, soothe the frightened (and then irate) parents, and carry on from there.
	A little pumping to Chelsea, then he rolled her over and humped her ass, fingered her hole, reaffirmed the “new way of life” with father—sexually speaking, then he left her—naked with notions of wanting to very muchly suck her daddy’s dick!

*

Same shit, same story
	It was near 3AM by the time Dim got Mandy to her home some blocks away.  Same story as what had been dealt to Chelsea’s parents.  The relief was almost instant.  Calls were made to local authorities, friends, and family to rest their fears and assumptions.  Dim took that special time to “rest.”  Mandy, meanwhile, took a shower, then went to bed.
	Dim just remained “invisible” to the family as he wasn’t in the mood for anything else.  The parental units stayed up talking until sun up.  Dim put them to bed, showered, then made himself comfortable in Mandy’s closet for a long-long snooze.
	It was noon o’clock before he woke up—finding Mandy changing clothes, singing, and apparently nonetheless for wear for her “adventure” misadventure.  Thru the slats of her walk-in closet Dim watched the girl with some chagrin as she was unawares of Dim’s presence in her closet.  The bedroom door was open just a RCH (red cunt hair) and Dim thought he saw someone’s eyes prying.  Mandy had stripped to her underwear putting on short blue shorts and a simple top.  She then fussed with her hair, farted, fingered herself and then—
	Stood still for a moment before ‘lay on your bed.’
	All the lights on the mind altering device was good and Dim was also able to nab the brain waves of the spying eyes at the door.  Mandy lay on her bed and pushed her just pulled on shorts down to her knees.  Then,
	‘finger yourself.’

	The bedroom was flooded with natural daylight; two windows North facing and Eastways.  The room was a blue scheme—paint and everything else; dolls, pillows, bed covers, plush toy animals, and so on.  Mandy lay lightly fingering her pussy on the outside of her panties.  Parting her legs she “got busier” with the fingering.  Dim put her mind at ease about any “spies” then got the spy at the door to “come on in.”
	No one else was home.
	Daddy Jay entered into the room—his boner preceding him.
	Like John Warmburger, Jay Kornpop wanted to FUCK his daughter AND her friend!  Dim was pleased—and aimed TO please!  Like Chelsea’s dad, Mandy’s dad “admired” his daughter with a special awe, a certain wow.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Jay K stripped off his clothes and there it was—a manly man-cock any homo man would be proud of.  Dim had no interest in the man’s cock—in the MAN cock.  Paul was different, Sasha was different, Jay K was a MAN and Dim wasn’t interested.
	With that said,
	‘take her panties off.’
	Dim felt his dick aching, his balls surged and clenched tightly watching as Jay slowly-slowly-slowly slid his child’s underpants down her legs and off.  Then, kneeling on the bed the man simply took as much time as needed to stare.  Mandy lay still; breathing, mindless, accepting new commands for her new way of life—to service her daddy.
	At length, Jay lay down beside his daughter; his fingers lightly caressed her nude body, fingered her pussy, adored her.  Then, “on his own” used her hand to please his cock.  Dim was impressed.  The man went on to mount his child, grind his cock against her entrance; then penetrated.
	The lovemaking was slow and methodical.  It was mesmerizing!  The man took his time; pulled out a couple of times to grind, open his child’s legs and finger-finger-finger; caress her ass, pull her onto her side, DEEPLY and PASSIONATELY kiss her and exhibit all the signs of someone in love.
	Half an hour was spent for Dmitri to waylay the girl’s mind—her Daddy was pretty much already “waylaid” and didn’t need as much time in accepting the new way of life his daughter would be submitting herself to.
	With his cock aching too much he left the Kornpop family without fucking Mandy.  He went home, showered, and slept for hours.  For the next week he worked—worked—worked.  The EMAD was tucked away safely “out of play.”  He went to a couple of ball games with his Dad; a classical concert with his Mom; fishing with his Dad; a play with his Mom.  Thereafter it was back to the same ole shtick.  C’ya in chapter 55!