August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Fifty Five
Curious but not Mysterious
(well, maybe)

Curious but not mysterious 
	A curious but not mysterious fog wafted in thru the cracks of the thick stone bricks the color of brain gray matter—but wasn’t.  A bone chilling chill permeated the still lifeless air and there was a moan accompanying.
	“This is going to hurt.” brief pause, then; “A lot.”
	Pugsley gripped the hand holds, nodded, then braced as the torturous branding device touched and seared his bald testicle sac.
	For a moment or two the young bizarre pudgy pre-teen managed to keep from exploding his torment.  Thereafter,
	“AHHHHHHHH!” followed by other announcements of acknowledging pain.  Fastened (strapped) to a very old mortuary’s wooden table with the “head” part upraised, Pugsley Wuzamadda wriggled and wrenched in great discomfort.
	“I told you.” said his sister flatly.
	Pugsley’s nose flared and snot flew as he continued to try and maintain some decorum.  His legs were strapped outwardly—er, his knees were strapped outwardly while his ankles were strapped to the table.  He was nude, too.  A cockring was about his cock secured “upward” by a lanyard that was fastened about his neck keeping his willy out of the way.  Then, another cockring was about his shaven testicles.
	The boy’s testicles smoldering with a stench of burnt flesh filling the chilled curious air.  Wendsy tapped the long handle of the branding iron in her hand curiously; the handle’s hand end was a wired wrapped heat transferring thing with a three foot shaft to the business end where a quarter sized brand formed like a spider was glowing red-red hot.
	“Beelzebub!” blurted Pugsley.  The boy panted, sweated, and had no control of his mouth which undulated ridiculously.
	“We could go back to the wheel,” Wendsy said in her mono voice being sly and mischievously sinister, “or the generator.”
	Pugsley had at first enjoyed “the generator”; but the after effects of losing control of his bowels hadn’t been particularly fun.
	“Do you want me to brand your asshole?” Wendsy asked cooly.
	Pugsley couldn’t answer yet, still.  It looked like he shook his head “NO” but the tremors ravaging his body suggested a possible “YES”, too.
	Wendsy began cranking the ropes readjusting her brother’s chunky body for a more downward slope; reangling his ass so as the boy’s “hole” was more available.  Pugsley began to uncharacteristically freak the fuck out.  He was still unable to produce wordage to the effect of saying “NO!” but he conveyed as much.
	Wendsy smiled—which was a wicked thing to see and let her brother be.  The straps undone the boy fell to the cold green mossy cobblestoned floor and withered there for a time.
	For a time—Wendsy held her place.  Then, slowly, she undone the buttons to her paisley old fashion dress and let it fall.  A basic white tank top was topside and in a slow motion she removed it,too.
	Pugsley’s contortions calmed and lessoned—his cool dark eyes watching his stripping sister.  With extreme slowness did Wendsy push her dark blue panties down.  No matter how many times Pugsley had seen his sister naked, fucked, her, spanked her, tortured her—he was still marveled at her when she stripped naked in front of him.
	“My turn.”
	Pugsley smiled but felt his bowels were loose again.

	Wendsy had been able to take as much as 80 percent of the pent up energy in the portable table generator; Pugsley had a lower threshold of pain tolerance.  He was unusually strong, endowed, maniacal, and devious—but but had a lower tolerance for pain acceptance than his sister.
	Nearby on a cold cement slab table; a cheerleader in uniform wriggled and cried as she had full view of the two Wuzamadda miscreants.  She was fifteen, lashed to the table at the wrists and ankles in total utter shock (and dismay.)
	Then she screamed.
	Not when the naked pudgy pubescent teen pressed the blazing hot branding iron to the young girl fastened to the wooden table but to the presence of a towering Neanderthal demon that loomed up beside her.  He moaned something unintelligible and placed his hand on her chest.  “Sabrina” Mullthiss freaked out, screamed, peed herself, then screamed some more.
	Pugsley giggled, farted then pressed the blazing hot branding iron more to his sister’s quim hoping to see his sibling at least squirm.  She didn’t, though.  She gave unto her brother one of her quirky smiles denying him his personal pleasure.  Undaunted, Pugsley restoked the fire in the nearby boiling placing the branding iron within.  Wendsy DID wiggle some saying “You can let me down, now.”
	Pugsley shook his head NO; he wasn’t finished.  Before the day was out—or whatever passed for time in the deep depths of the dungeon ‘neath the swamp, Wendsy Wuzamadda was going to do more than squirm.
	Just by curling his fingers, Lurr managed to begin ripping the cheerleader’s top off.  By now, cheerleader Sabrina was beside herself—she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.  Screaming didn’t seem to help—but she screamed anyways.  Wriggling, wiggling, wrenching—all were also to no avail.  Her attention went from the two odd children to the even odder towering monster towering beside her.
	Lurr made some more intriguing noises as the cheerleader’s top garment was wrenched away revealing a pink bra concealing her bouncy melons.  A quivering smile came to his stone face; his green eyes focused directly to her chest and there was a long-long uncomfortable pause.

Don’t blink	
	With a sinister sneer, Pugsley Wuzamadda brought the long handled custom branding iron to his sister’s butt hole.  She clenched in anticipation but didn’t (wouldn’t) give her brother the satisfaction of being afeared.  Pursing her lips tightly she waited—already, though, she could feel the skin blistering heat from the object at half a meter away.
	Then,
	Suddenly, the cheerleader screamed.
	Pugsley whirled around to see what-what—and never knew what happened.
	In a blink; Wendsy wormed her way out of the leathery restraints, grabbed her brother and flung him into position she had been in; restrained him TIGHTLY; grabbed the branding iron (and her brother’s dick) and branded the head (of his dick!)
	In the blink of an eye.
	Sabrina Mullthiss was freaking out—and gagging as she had been stripped of her clothing and was being voraciously fingered by the monstrous demonic creature with extremely long digits.  The teenager flung herself about (as much as she could being restrained on the cold unforgiving cement slab that just happened to be coated in slime, green slime, old blood stains (and some fresh ones!))
	Lurr moaned and switched holes.
	Sabrina was aghast at the plunging violation to her asshole.  Her beautiful eyes of blue bulged and she no longer was capable of producing sound.  The seven foot tall creature crammed-rammed a finger DEEP into her asshole and then—THEN pressed his gargantuan thumb to her pussy.

	Wendsy gave her twisted maniacal brother a long hard stare; she quipped something in French from Empress Josephine, then pressed the very small branding iron to her brother’s piss slit.  Pugsley squirmed, gritted his teeth, flared his nostrils, and grimaced—but smiled all the while nodding his head sputtering “Is-that-all-you-got!?”
	Wendsy smiled shaking her head, “No, I got more.”
	“Bring it!” blurted Pugsley.
	Wendsy smiled and selected from the furnace a long slender metal rod.  Cocking her head she rolled her eyes to her cocky brother.  Pugsley gulped, maintained his grin, but exhibited some concern, too.
	‘What’s this psycho bitch going to do to me, now!?’
	Meanwhile,
	Lurr had removed the cheerleader from the cement slab to bring her to her knees before him.  The bedraggled girl had no more fight in her but still a lot of fear—especially when the immensely tall creature “whipped out” his dick.  Sabrina gagged without the monstrous cock even in her mouth yet!  She knew instinctively, though, that that was where the hideous organ was going to go.
	But first!
	Lurr took his serpentine schlong bashing it firstly against the cement table, then the floor, then finally against the frightened cheerleader where it finally began to strengthen to its fullest extent—15 inches!
	“NOOOOOO!” blurted Sabrina as the massive schlong came up to her face with the enormous head jutting sperm already spurting onto her face.  Then it was in.  Sabrina thrashed her head until the massive grotesque hand of the monster clamped down onto the back of her head holding her still.  There was naught to do but engulf.

*

I never knew that about you
	Meanwhile, upstairs…
	Obsession; pure and simple—obsession.  Would he ever get it out of his system?  Not likely.  The EMAD had made it too easy to swim in the river of depravity.  With the minding device—everyone—EVERYONE was a target and a potential Subject for his sexual deviancy.
	There was no room for remorse.  To allow remorse would bring a certain downfall.  Already there were “issues”, dark foreboding disregards for life and human quality he did not revisit after the fact.  Young, old; fat, black, it didn’t matter—size, shape, color, Asian, all were “subjects” to his whims.
	Becky Tanurbumm was one such—she was one such that he couldn’t get out of his system.  There were a lot of “in his system” nonstandard desires he still harbored and either hadn’t gotten to in his “list” or wasn’t finished with.
	Becky Tanurbumm he wasn’t finished with—yet.
	The girl still filled his mind; he was absorbed with her and couldn’t get her out of his mind—his system.  Having her at the Wuzamadda house was ok, but he still would rather prefer her elsewhere—more serene and less spooky.
	So far he had drenched the girl inside and out—thoroughly.  Her pussy he had fucked more times than he could count; her asshole and mouth, too.  Skull fucking that sweet face was something kind of special—with the girl sucking his balls, too!  Spanking her, peeing on her face and pussy, spooning her, showering and laying in repose was that Dmitri Tsugua couldn’t get out of him.
	And he didn’t want to harm her as he had notions of doing so to other girls.
	Nothing too traumatic; serious spanking as opposed to laying of hands to Becky’s bum.  And in that, he wanted the girl who he DID spank hard to be more “aware” of being spanked.  The Wuzamadda household just creeped him out; there were sounds and “images” he saw out of the corner of his eye—and smells!  Oh!  The smells he caught a whiff of really sent him soaring.
	He adored Becky, he loved her!  But he wasn’t alone—
	One night while in the middle of spanking the girl and deciding on whether or not to “kick it up a notch” and really spank her—
	Knock!  Knock!  Knock!
	At the door was Mr. Wuzamadda, Zemo.
	“Hello!  My boy!” greeted the always dashing exuberant man. 
	“Everything going alright?” the man in the pint stripped business suit asked at 11:15 in the evening.
	“Couldn’t be better!” Dim replied.
	“If it could be better we’d have to pay taxes on it!”
	Dim stepped aside so as his host could see Becky sprawled across the bed with her knees on the floor and her ass tomato red.
	“What!  Ho!” Zemo exclaimed.  He beamed and ogled the naked girl with great admiration.
	Dim felt almost giddy, smiled, nodded, and indicated ‘go ‘head, get some!’
	Zemo didn’t need much goading and moved across the room almost floating.  (and Dim wasn’t so sure that he didn’t!)  The door shut—on its own and Dim watched as Zemo’s clothes flew off his body without Zemo himself moving his hands to do so.
	Dim figured he was tired—seeing things; he knew he had a wild vivid imagination circumvented with a high potency of deviancy.  ‘think I’ll switch to decafe!’
	Zemo caressed the girl’s burning bum, smacked it himself then guided into her poop chute his more than adequate fuck stick.  Dim found himself strangely not all that enthused or sexually ranting.  Zemo was a nice guy, a lawyer, a bit out of the ordinary for mainstream society, had a bitchin’ wife, great kids.
	Great kids.
	Wendsy.
	His dick ached for Wendsy.
	She was a little weird herself—the whole damn family was.  But Wendsy was a good fuck—she liked to be spanked, peed on, fucked up the ass, and could swallow his cock whole!  
	Dim just wasn’t turned on with Zemo screwing Becky—he was a parent, much older than other parents he had messed with.  Morganna, though, he could be sexually ranting with Morganna.  Doing her and he figured he would never be the same.  Getting into Morganna’s sex, though, was probably and most likely a no-go.  Dim had seen Mr. Wuzamadda tossing darts—accurately, using a crossbow, hunting rifle—hunting wild animals in the Wuzamadda mansion no less; and all other sorts of weapons suggesting that the man was very-very good at killing something.
	Dim kept that in mind as he traipsed down the family hall of bedrooms.
	Wendsy wasn’t in hers—it was after midnight so where could she be?
	A traipse here, a noisy-plank-board step here and there in the normal attic for a mansion/house was Wendsy Wuzamadda bent over a metal/wood contraption whereas she was stretched out in a bent over position—naked.  Pugsley, also naked, stood by sweating, heaving, and with a sizable hard dick that was dripping cum.  
	‘bizarre.’ Dim thought to himself.  But somehow, he was turned on.
	Pugsley giggled, snickered, farted, and pulled into view a bull whip.
	“Sonofabitch!” Dim blurted.
	Pugsley giggled and let fly the whip smacking Wendsy’s bare tender already blistering stripped ass.  The tip of the six foot whip was flayed giving the “lashing” and even more incredible sensation.
	It still turned Dmitri on.
	Wendsy turned her pretty (but still stoic) face to see the intruder.  She was certainly the bizarre little girl—the most he had ever encountered!  But naked, she was a little dynamo!  Pugsley cranked a wooden crank that pulled his sister’s legs apart a little more—also pulled her lily white ass cheeks open a little more.
	Then,
	He drew the whip back, snapped it, and the flayed end smacked dead-on Wendsy’s asshole.  The girl reacted (as she should) with body contorts, straining and so on—but nothing audible.
	The girl’s asshole clenched up somewhat, too.
	Then,
	As Dim approached—it was so noted that the marks and marrings lashed to Wendsy’s body—disappeared!  They did!  Pugsley stroked his cock, fondled his balls, then went up to his sister and jammed not-so-nicely his cock into her puckering hole and fucked her ridiculously.
	Dim was all kinds of turned on.  All kinds.
	Two minutes later and the boy gave unto his sibling a delicious boat load of sticky goo.
	“Release me.” Wendsy said to the gawking mouth dropping Dmitri.
	Pugsley heaved, sweated, and leaned against the wall watching as guest Dmitri Tsugua undone the Wendsy’s bindings.
	“Your turn.” the girl said flatly.
	Pugsley wrinkled his nose, cock his head, cracked his neck swiftly then took his position on the “A” frame rack.  Wendsy rubbed her ass, checked Dim with a casual look, then bound her brother binding his wrists and ankles TIGHTLY.  A light caressing of his ass then she selected her own whip—one with steel balls attached.
	Dim could only watch in utter-utter amazement as the young girl lashed her brother’s ass, legs, backside with the whip leaving incredible marks.  Pugsley twisted some, bayed like a dog (werewolf more appropriate here) and clenched up tightly as his little sister summoned up great strength in whipping him.
	Two-three-four minutes later, maybe five and little lithe Wendsy ceased her torturous treatment to her brother.  His pudgy body was streaked with whip marks.  Then, to further amaze Dmitri—the whip marks “dis-a-fucking-peared!”  It seemed like the marrings were “absorbed” into his body or something.
	Pugsley wriggled, arched his back—then farted.
	“Ahhhh,” he said, “that was a good one.”
	Wendsy wasn’t amused and wrinkled petite nose at the offense.
	“Disgusting.” she stated.
	“I got more!” Pugsley announced proudly straining to push out another boom.
	Wendsy dropped the whip and grabbed up from an open sea chest something similar to a rolling pin.  This rolling pin, however, was tapered at one end and embedded with dozens of steel balls.  She then slathered the wooden object with something that reeked horribly, sizzled on the wooden device, and gave off a green funky stench.
	“Hey, uh—y-you can let me go now,” said an almost nervous Pugsley, “and let’s do something else, huh?”
	“Oh woe the victor!” Wendsy said in her demonic mono tone.
	“Spoil the victor!” she shouted with an almost glee, “punish the fool!” and she shoved the wooden object into her brother’s rectum causing him to sputter and wrench terribly as the acid soaked device caused great distress.
	What hair Pugsley did have singed and smoldered as he wrenched terribly in the inflicted pain dealt him.  Wendsy, however, seemed to take it all in stride and JAMMED the wooden phallic into her brother’s asshole all the more, twisting it, and thoroughly sodomizing him.
	“If you yell,” Wendsy said, “I’ll take it out.”
	Pugsley refused.
	Wendsy selected nextly from the sea chest another contraption of thin wire cable with “weights” at one end.  After fondling her brother’s hairless testicles she attached the new device which stretched her brother’s balls—the weights were adjusted whereas they could be less than—or more than.
	“If you yell UNCLE I’ll let you go.” the diabolical little sister said.
	Pugsley made a noise and motion of “NO!”
	“As you wish.” Wendsy said flatly and added a weight to the his balls.
	Another lashing to her brother’s ass, balls, and dead-on to his hole before it seemed as if though the young boy was trying to say something.
	“Are you claiming defeat?” Wendsy asked cooly.
	Though Pugsley slung his head in the negative manner he seemed to be sputtering YES!
	“I’m sorry, dear brother, I didn’t quite catch that.” and she shoved the wooden phallic in his asshole a little further in.  Dim couldn’t help but see what seemed to be a quirky little smile on Wendsy’s face.  The little bitch was enjoying torturing her brother!
	At length, though, Wendsy removed the wooden device—but replaced it with something else.  The corners of her mouth perked upward with her cool dark eyes conveying “I’m up to something.”
	Dmitri gave an uneasy smile and waited—‘what was the psycho bitch going to do now?’
	That was answer with a replacement for the wooden phallic with what seemed to be a stick of dynamite.  Dynamite!  Surely not!
	But it was.
	And the psycho bitch was lighting it!
	“You might want to stand back.” Wendsy said as she lit the short fuse and stepped back.  Dim watched the fuse, checked the girl’s nakedness, noted that he still had a hard-on, at least five pounds of fishing weights were tugging down on Pugsley’s nut sac…
	Then,
	KA-BOOM!
	There was an explosion—similar to the sound one would expect from a stick of dynamite going off.  The “dynamite” was actually an enlarged fire cracker but still—packed with the contents of a stick of dynamite just the same.
	Wendsy turned her eyes to Dmitri—that face!  No expression whatsoever!
	Dim began to move to examine Pugsley—had she killed him!  Was there now a BIGGER hole where a smaller one had been before?
	“Wait.” Wendsy said.
	Dim halted and then—
	Furrrrrrrtttttttt!
	Loud & Noisy.
	The room was suddenly inundated with a curious green funky cloud and Dim couldn’t breathe.  “Jesus H Fucking Christ!” he bellowed.  “Gag me with a spoon already—open a fucking window!”
	Pugsley was giggling all the while.
	Dim found a window and opened sticking his head out—the smells outside were just as unpleasant but he could breathe without his eyes watering so.  And the stench of Pugsley ripe fart must of also clouded Dim’s eyes as he thought he saw something flying across the darkened sky resembling what appeared to be someone on a broomstick!
	Not possible!
	Dmitri believed in UFOs, Area 51, aliens, Martians, a government for the people, but witches?  Nah.

*

I knew I could cum on you
	Opening Scene:  dark bedroom; large ornate bed of brass; one bedside lamp on low setting providing “just enough” light to see the bed, night stand, and a bit of space beside the right side of the bed opposite of where the room’s side windows were.  (so it wasn’t that dark after all)
	On the bed, Melody Greengills.  She was a woman, tall, thunder thighs, BIG titties, lily white, flaming red hair (and lots of it!) and naked.  Her wrists and ankles were tied outward to the brass bed and she didn’t appear to be all that distressed regardless of her status.
	Standing just at the edge of the lamp’s light was her son, Charles James (CJ).  He was naked, too.  Charles James was a young teenager, same flaming red hair, not as lily white as his mother, a stocky fellow with a limp “fellow.”  And like his mother he was not as distressed as one would think he should be.  There was confusion and angst etched on his sweet rounded fourteen year old face—but no distress.
	Also present in the room standing at the foot of the brass bed was a naked stranger controlling the naked mother and son.  The stranger had a hard-on and an Electronic Mind Altering Device (well, doesn’t everybody!)  After stroking his manly organ the naked mind-controlling stranger climbed onto the bed and onto the 30-something Melody Greengills.
	Charles James watched and as the naked stranger began to have sex with his mother.  What his thoughts were were unknown; there was no noticeable erection and the boy remained steadfastly still, mouth open, stunned expression.  The naked stranger humped, pumped, and made generous love occasionally checking the boy’s status.
	At length, the naked stranger got off getting off and got off the hapless woman.  Melody expressed hurt, concern, and never took her eyes off her nude son.
	“Your turn.” the man said.
	And at first, CJ didn’t get it and conveyed as much to the stranger.
	“Get over here!” commanded the man.
	Dragging his feet as if he were sloughing thru thick viscous mud CJ came up to the bed.  His mother still had her mournful eyes on her son’s nakedness.  The man sat back on his heels fondling his saucey prick as he eyed the boy.
	“On the bed.” the man said in a flat commanding voice.
	CJ slowly obeyed and was maneuvered into position between his mother’s legs whereupon the man fondled CJ’s ass, balls, and told him to “fuck.”  
	Melody looked frightened and horrified all at the same time.  She was bound only by feet and wrists; the low lighting conditions in the room were awesome as there was a curious light band just to the woman’s eyes.  
	Humping was all CJ could do—just grind-grind-grind.
	The stranger, however, wanted penetration.
	The stunned CJ just couldn’t get hard enough to enter his Mother.
	Send in the visual aid!
	From out of the dark gloom came a young (clothed) girl.
	All eyes were on the girl as she stood still for a moment—then began undressing herself.  CJ blinked his eyes, mouth agape, totally in awe and mass confusion.  The girl was dressed a mustard colored one piece bib overall with an off-pinkish top.  A cute girl with brown hair in twin pig tails, a sweet face, brown eyes, and naiveness all around.
	When the girl, Holly Pantisight, pushed her overalls down and stood in purple panties—Charles James got wood.  The boy stared at the young girl clad in her panties and let out a slight moan.  His teenage pud extended and as Holly lowered her panties—CJ got fully erect and Dmitri was pleased.

	Standing before the girl, Charles James was complete mesmerized.  The young girl was zombie-like.  She took CJ’s erection and began making it more erect.  On the bed, CJ’s mother opened her mouth in utter shock conveying great dismay at what was going on.  She was, however, aware that her son and the naked little girl were not acting entirely on their own.
	While Holly masturbated CJ—Dim mounted Melody giving ease to his aching cock.  He had already fucked Melody, spanked her, creamed in her mouth and rode her titties and was just penetrating her asshole when her teenage son came home unexpectedly interrupting Dim’s festivities.
	All the better, though.
	As Dim got back into the groove of Melody’s goove—Holly was sucking on CJ’s cock (and doing a good job, too!)  Melody grunted, groaned, but kept her eyes on her son.  Dim suckled on the woman’s bodacious ta-tas, rammed his rod into her sex feeling like he was peeing in her more than fucking to cum.
	After finally releasing his pent up orgasm, Dim pulled out and once more had Charles James come unto his Mother.  This time around, CJ had a decent hard-on and was able to make entry into forbidden territory.  Dim remained behind the boy caressing and smacking the boy’s ass.
	Holly remained standing where she was—calm, still, naked.  Dim hadn’t had time to do anything with her—yet.  He planned on it but other things came in the way (just as he was about to abscond away with Holly from the alley behind the Greengills house and did Melody Greengills come suddenly (and surprisingly) upon him/them interrupting his intentions.  There was naught to do but mind zap the woman and for no other reason than “just fucking because” take back into her house and have some fun with her.)
	CJ humped his Mother’s cunt finally achieving that ultimate goal some minutes later.  Dmitir sat back admiring the boy’s orgasm—then laid onto the boy lightly gently inserting his prick into the boy’s hole.  Then,
	“How old where you—when you first fucked a girl?”
	CJ struggled answering—his Mother beneath him stared up to him in a very curious manner.  Why curious?  Charles James wore a Purity ring—his MOM was a PREACHER at a small window church (a church that isn’t a structure but one of those places along a sidewalk of furniture stores, tattoo places, pet stores, and the like.)  A “purity” meant the wearer was “pure” and chaste, a virgin.
	“Twelve.” CJ answered.
	Ahhhhh---
	“And how old was the girl?”
	CJ struggled to keep that nifty tidbit of info to himself—but was unable.
	“She was twelve, too.  Jennifer Muletrigger.”
	CJ’s Mom couldn’t believe it and stared near blankly at her naughty son.
	“Were there others?”
	Yep.  
	Carlie Bynun, Patricia Wellcorn, Dorothy Mightaswellbe, and Franny Whathell.  All while he was a mere lad of twelve!  Carlie Bynum, however, was not.  Nor was Patricia, Dorothy, or Franny.  Carlie was a little girl of ten, Patty was a thirteen year old, Dorothy another ten year old girl from his Mom’s church, and Franny—Franny Whathell was fifteen (and from his Mom’s church!)
	To say the least—Melody’s breath was taken aback at her son’s admission.
	That was when he was twelve, though, his indiscretion against his “purity” status.  At the ripe age of thirteen, he sunk his bone into a girl named Vicky Longshoe, Betty Nopants, and another girl named Vicky.  The first Vicky was from another church—she was eleven at the time.  Betty Nopants was thirteen, a black girl, from a mostly black church down the street from his Mom’s church.  The second Vicky was an Asian chick who was new to the church, had a prominent Daddy who was a city councilman and owned a business downtown.  She was ten years young when CJ boned her—and was still currently doing so.
	Melody was having difficulties breathing.
	At fourteen—Jennie Bratorrie, Frieda Farlane, Kennedy Waitsumore, and Darlene Whatsupther.  Jennie was a mere lass of twelve, the other girls were thirteen and fourteen.
	So much for purity.
	Melody was just beside herself—but still locked by Dmitri’s nifty gadget.
	Attention was returned to Holly.
	The eight year old nude girl came onto the bed—as per instructed to do so by Dmitri and his “nifty gadget”.  Once on the bed, ‘lay down.’
	Holly lay out beside Melody and Dmitri fully completed his sodomizing of the teenage horndog.  CJ’s own schlong was creaming off into his Mother’s cunt—
	‘would you like to fuck her?’
	CJ stated at the naked girl, mouth open, thoughts all jumbled.
	“Would you like to FUCK her?”
	CJ began to breath hard—and PEE in/on his Mother’s poon.
	Melody slowly shook her head side to side pleading—it was almost painful to look at her son and to know of his indiscretions.  But of course, CJ himself was a product of her “indiscretions.”
	“Would you like to FUCK her?” Dim persisted.
	CJ nodded his head—Yes.
	Yes!
	Regardless of the fact that the girl was merely eight years young—YES!

	CJ firstly “went down” on the girl while Dim continued to rest.  His cock ached but it was a good ache.  Melody was still beside herself and could only lock her eyes on one subject or the other—her son, the girl, and the naked stranger.  Strangely, Dmitri didn’t probe the woman’s mind for Q&A…

*

Say “What?”
	“Say “FUCK”.”
	“FUCK!”
	“Say—“FUCK ME!”
	“FUCK ME!”
	“Say—“Eat my pussy!”
	“EAT MY PUSSY!”
	It was a cherished hoot to hear a little girl cuss so.  She was more than naïve and to hear her utter such offensive language gave Dmitri quite the little hard-on.  Seeing her naked also worked, too!  
	There was naïve and then there was Amy Lickslittle.  She was a cutey; fresh face, very white, flaming red hair, freckles, and very flat chested—but she was a mere seven years young, too.  Amy was the first to come into Dmitri’s sanctum as he trekked up the state for his Boss on business.  Just after his diabolical disruption of the Greengills family and Dim was on his way to disrupt others.
	After thoroughly boning Melody Greengills AND her son, putting Melody’s son, CJ, thru the paces of fucking his Mother, driving his cock up her ass, squirting love cream onto her bodacious Mommy tits, then eating out the little girl, Holly Pantistight, FUCKING the little girl Holly Pantistight, Dim left them with their Christian minds frapped (and then some!)  New notions of their lives were installed but there were flickering lights on Dim’s EMAD so he wasn’t sure if what he instilled upon the two would hold.
	He’d check back later.
	As it was way after midnight when he finally left the Greengills, Dim easily bounded off with little Holly P, taking her to a neighboring town where he enjoyed private time with her in the van.  There he enjoyed spanking her, fingering, grinding and humping, kissing, eating her out, and finally driving his bone into her sex.  She was young, tight, damned cute, damned fuckable.  Well, she was young-young so being “fuckable” was actually a no-no.  
	After languishing with the young girl, taking her out of the van so she could pee standing up, a little more spanking, holding the girl between his legs as he sat on the sliding door running board watching the sun come up, then it was off to return the girl to society.  Dim continued on his journey to soil it.
*

Obsessed obsession
	It just wasn’t possible to go ONE DAY without acquiring a Subject.  Holly Pantistight still lingered on his mind (and cock) when pulling into one of those roadside rest stops he sighted in on a couple of Subjects that easily replaced her.  The red haired girl really got his balls surging; there was a black girl, Chinese girl, and a Mexican boy that thrilled him, too.
	All in all, six.  The two youngest were about seven years young.
	The oldest were ten and eleven.
	The red haired girl—very flat chested, incredibly cute, fresh faced, delicious!  The Chinese girl had potential; curiosity and zealousness for being friendly and romping with the boys.  The two black girls—one ten and the other a year older had some qualities, too; the older girl was more reserved, calm natured, very pretty.  The young black girl was a typical kid, hyper and playful.  The Mexican boy had a nice smile, raced around the park, climbed trees, and Dim, for some reason—wanted to see him naked!
	“Say “SHIT!””
	“SHIT!”
	Dim found it a special unusual joy to hear the young girl, Amy Lickspittle, cuss so.  She was incredibly naïve, lily white, and more than virgin.  But at seven years young she was supposed to be so.  The same could be said for the other seven year old, Kyra Bullsweet.  The ten year old black girl, Keisha Yknottcum, was also oblivious to sex and sex acts.  She knew some bad words but just the typical “shit, damn, hell, Goddamnit, and the biggie—fuck.”
	There were, of course, plenty of kids at the roadside park—lots of travelers motoring in various types of recreational vehicles as school was done for some for the summer.  It was a massive under doing—absconding away with the Choosen Subjects.  It was an obsession—pure and simple and he couldn’t help it.  Teenage girls would be more appropriate at least—but nooooo, young’uns was the thing that rocked him and so young’uns it would be.
	As soon as Dim had made the acquisition, fretted over the security cameras he hadn’t noticed, it was ease off to the highway and as soon as the van was up over the hill twenty miles away—haul ass.
	At the gambling city on the boarder Dim pulled the non-company company van behind a LARGE recreational vehicle to change out the license plate and remove some pint stripping and other decals that masked the true identity of the van.  It had been some two hours since getting away with the kids, one had peed herself, the rest were nullified to a zombie state of being.  Dim hadn’t done anything to any of them—there wasn’t time.
	After replenishing necessary supplies to the ice chests they were on their way again putting much more distance and time.  By nightfall he was at his ultimate destination.  Making the special delivery would be in the morning.  Taking a motel room in a seedy part of town he scooted his special passengers into a back located room and after securing the door and shutting tight the heavy drapes and going so far as to tape them closed and to the wall—Dim breathed relief.
	The kids were brought to a level of awareness whereas they were controllable but themselves.  The thoughts of “family” were obliterated.  Keisha Yknottcum had been the one who had peed herself—and thusly the first one to be rendered naked.
	In the bathroom Dim undressed the girl.  She was a cutey pie, that face!  Kinky hair with pink plastic ribbons, missing a front toof, pink earrings, chocolate brown skin with a few scars here and there, a misaligned finger, and lavender soiled panties.
	Once she was nude, Dim hugged her, patted her butt, then drove his tongue into her mouth before laying her out on her clothes, opening her legs and then driving his tongue into her pussy.  She was a virgin—but not for long.  Dim didn’t mind the “pissy” pussy and actually reveled in eating her out in spite of.  Then he was on her laying his prick against her virgin poon grinding HARD against her smooth slit.  His dick, of course, was far too big to penetrate her.  Oh, he could, but it would hurt and Dmitri didn’t want to really harm her in that way.
	But grinding was ok.
	Then he was up on her chest placing a hand behind her head pressing her lips to his spurting sprong.  No Q&A; it didn’t cum to mind.  Dim settled for the blowjob then put the youngster into the bathtub and let her be to wash herself while he went for one of the others.
	None of the kids knew one another—there had been at least two dozen kids playing in the park.  No teenagers!  Dim would have actually liked a teenage girl, at least one.
	The Chinese girl, Kyra Bullsweet he brought into the bathroom and stripped her to her purple panties.  Another hug, some caressing then standing to place his wicked schlong into the young girl’s mouth.  It felt good!  With a gentle hand to the back of the girl’s head Dmitri gently guided the girl into gliding.  Then he got her to please him with her tiny hands about his aching smoldering prong.
	Then she was into the tub with Keisha and Dmitri fetched the other black girl, Kim.
	Kim Blackdownthere, eleven, was an interesting girl; reserved but yet still playful.  Gorgeous hair, silky black that hung loosely to her shoulders.  And at eleven there was boobies!  She played tennis, golf, and volley ball; a young brother, younger sister, older brother married older sister.  
	Long narrow jaw line, beautiful skin, pleasant voice, a general sweet kid.  And as Dim had her herself undress herself Dim found some interesting thoughts roaming her mind.  A lime green top she had on, with a very lime green undershirt serving as a halter top.  And green seemed to be her particular color as there was an Irish green bra containing a set of very nice titties—black and not green.
	Dim was mesmerized by those twins black mounds.  He fondled them, squeezed them, and found sperm spurting from his cock!  Down came the typical blue jeans revealing—black panties!  On his knees he closely scrutinized the girl’s quim—a slight layer of pubes covered the quim; the lips were puffy and smooth indicating virginity.
	Getting her out of her clothes was a topsy-turvy maneuver as the girl nearly toppled as Dim helped her step out of her jeans and panties.  The girl gasped and shrieked a little but Dim caught her and gently laid her out on the floor.  The “gasping” and “shrieking” was a strong indication of awareness.
	The lights of the EMAD were green, with one flickering between green and yellow.  The brain wave pattern indicator indicated strong acquisition.  But the girl was mildly “aware” of her situation—but was dealing with it without freaking out about it.
	Dim ran his hands up and down the girl’s side, opened her legs as she herself had closed them.  There was some resistance; fear came to her face.
	“Ever been fucked?” Dim asked.
	Kim pursed her lips indicating indeciveness.
	Examining her cunt and Dim found it to be virginal.
	Wrinkling his nose and finding his cock in a severe ache he mounted the girl and carefully made entry.  Kim gushed with eyes wide open.  Dim cooed to her as he laid on her guiding into her his manly manhood.  Kim gulped, sweated, nodded her head, and was somehow fooling the mind altering device.
	Too big a dick for full virgin busting; the hymen was obliterated so there was that.  Thereafter it was a slow and methodically IN and OUT.  Kim gripped the bath rug, grimaced, arched her back, and endured her first fuck.  Dim pulled out to hump her pussy then returned to fucking and subsequently creaming.
	With a heavy sigh he pulled out and stared at his soiled dick.
	Keisha handed him a washcloth she had been using upon his request; he washed his cock and then wiped cleaned Kim’s broken-in cunt.  He would have liked to have made full penetration—but that would come later.  He hoped to have time to do so anyways.  As he rested, Kim slowly rolled over and caressed her ass.
	No; not caress—pull the ass cheeks open!
	What!?
	The act caught Dim off guard.
	Then the girl raised her hips.
	Dim examined her ass, crack, and hole.
	He found after plunging a finger into the “hole” that there was something amiss.  Not a virgin.  Odd.  But then again, girls who were afraid of getting pregnant the normal way gave way to having their backdoor plunged in lieu of.  Dim’s dick wasn’t up to par to make that hole—so he fingered it, licked it, then probed the girl’s mind.
	Cum to find out—it was dear ole Daddy who had ventured into her backdoor.  Dim was aghast.  But wait!  Here’s more!  Kim couldn’t remember rightly the first time she got buggered—but as recently as last week she had “acted” up according to her Daddy and taken by the elbow into the bathroom where her irate Daddy told her, “get ‘em off!”
	And “get ‘em of” meant—pants and panties.
	Then, on her hands and knees the belting came.
	After the belting came Daddy’s cock.
	And the offense for the belting?  Usually over nothing—Kim was a good girl but near constantly butted heads with her Daddy.  Daddy Blackdownthere was a professional, an architect—and an unemployed architect which made him more pissed off than usual.  Arguing usually got the ultimate “in the bathroom” punishment.  
	After learning about Kim, Dim’s dick re-hardened and there was nothing to do but make good use of it.  So he did.  The girls in the bathtub watched and were in awe.  Kyra announced that she had to pee and in came Mario who also had to pee.  He stared wide eyed as Dim was “in progress” of sodomizing Kim.
	“Take off your clothes.” Dim said.
	Mario hesitated a second or two and then nonchalantly like he was in his own bathroom at home stripped off his clothes.  He started for the toilet, grinning, still watching Dmitri butt fuck Kim, then was redirected to the bathtub.  Amy came wandering in wondering “what’s going on?”
	Mario wore glasses, was more American than Mexican and didn’t speak that much Mexican/Spanish to begin with.  Short cropped dark brown hair, a nice young body, and just a happy-happy child of ten.  Stepping into the tub the boy stood in one total beaming grin.  The tub was drained and Mario pissed onto Keisha’s pussy as she laid out with her legs open giggling.  Then,
	Mario laid down and Kyra straddled his wares and emptied her bladder onto him.  Dim’s boner in Kim’s asshole grew and intensified—so did his buggering of her.  Amy stripped off her clothes (as per suggested command from Dmitri) and Dmitri blew a massive wad of cum into Kim’s hole.
	Then they were all in the bathtub for an orgy.

	Dim held Amy on his lap while the tub was filled up again halfway.  He caressed the girl, fingered her, and couldn’t get over that amazing flaming kinky red hair.  A small mouth, small blue eyes, and lily white skin; she spoke well, giggled, and was quite the little charmer.  Dim enjoyed kissing her, driving his tongue DEEP into her mouth, clutching her ass, driving a probing finger into her asshole, grinding his cock against her very virgin pussy.
	Sitting down and Mario had Kyra on his lap—his cock driven up into her pussy while Keisha and Kim awaited their turn.  Dim knew that Amy was probably the only one he should have gotten off with.  But Kyra and Keisha were nice extras, too.  Kim was a specialty and Mario—a nice addition, too.
	He couldn’t help it.  The influence of the EMAD was extraordinary!

	He liked work.  He liked driving.  Baseball games—loved them!  Spending time with his parents, going to a party, the Fall of the year, Spring, and especially Summer.  Not much into clothes or cars, jewelry, but loved the smell of a young teenage girl.  He loved a carnival, not fond of deep sea fishing like his dad did but accompanied his old man on occasion in spite of his ills.  Not really into cars but liked the older models from the 40s and 50s.
	The history of Europe was fascinating to him.
	How the world was made—not so much.
	Fudge with thick rich dark chocolate icing thrilled him beyond belief.
	Apple pie—fresh hot apple pie with whipped topping and vanilla ice cream.
	But a naked young girl topped them all.
	Dmitri found himself smitten with Amy.  She was a mere lass of seven and he ached for her to be at least twelve, thirteen would be better and he couldn’t imagine her at fourteen.  There wasn’t much to do with her at seven—but hump on her, grind, finger, lick, spank, and pee on her.  So those things he did and more!
	Obsessed.  Plain and simple—obsessed.  
	There wasn’t time enough to spend with the kids; with each one he saw himself spending at least a full day if not more.  Amy Lickslittle had him; such a face!  She was playful, friendly, curious, adorable!  Dim enjoyed greatly laying beside her, fingering her out, caressing her young naked body until his young naked body ached.  But having such a big dick thwarted good lovemaking.  This required the girl to be “broken in.”  And that requirement was from the likes of ten year old Mario Cornzales.
	Kyra Bullsweet sucked Mario’s cock; Dim lay beside Amy coaxing and schooling the participants.  When Mario’s schlong was sufficiently hard he moved into prime position and skillfully placed himself into Amy’s poon.  Natural instinct took over and in spite of some naiveness on Mario’s part he got the idea of what to do and did it.
	Amy reacted as normal having her young pussy breeched.  But with Dmitri right there she was easily soothed and was easily introduced into the world of sex.  Dim’s own pud was against the girl’s thigh growing and steaming from the event.  Turning to almost on his back he got the likes of Keisha, Kim, and Kyra to service him.  The pleasure was fantastic!  Each girl took a turn sucking his manhood and balls.  Mario was delirious with his act of fucking—Amy had yet to find the “pleasure” in the deed and was grimacing as she was laid.
	At length, Mario wore out of energy and fell off.
	Kim came to rest herself (her sex) onto Dim’s massive erection.
	Amy’s cunt required at least one more good Mario fuck.
	Time—there just wasn’t time.  Dim had to get a move on make deliveries.  And with a full cargo van full of “stuff” he couldn’t risk the children being along for the ride.  Someday he would have all the time he needed.  Someday.  But not today.
	Mario did Amy “one more time”; Dmitri gave Kim a hearty cunt fuck blasting a hot load of man spunk into her eleven year old pussy.  He wasn’t as smitten with Kim as he was with the plain Amy L, but Kim had some charm to her, too.  Clutching her ass with the girl on top of him he power fucked her cunt until there was no more to give.  When the girl slid off to one side totally blitzed and then some from the event—Keisha and Kyra took over playing with Dim’s dick, sucking it, and then one at a time coming onto him to “ride.”
	Keisha was breeched and Dim thought he was in heaven.  His cock, though smoldering, screaming with over sensitized sensations, reveled in the deed of pussy breeching.  His hands griped the girl’s black butt tightly very nearly driving every inch of his eight incher into the young girl’s cunt.
	There was no cum blast but there was something of an orgasm just the same.
	An hour later and Kyra took her turn with the same results.
	Time—there just wasn’t time!
	After hitting the shower and Amy been fucked by Mario as many as three times, Dim took HIS turn and eased his very aching cock into the girl’s sex satisfying his unnatural need and urges.  It was fantastic, sure, but by then he was well worn out and the pleasure he had sought was not as great as he thought it should be.  Kind of a let down.
	He was still enamored and very pleased at his deed.  Because of the let down he booted all the kids but Amy and Mario.  He moved to a different motel, in a better part of town and put the kids in front of the television to watch cartoons with plenty of sodas and snacks to keep them occupied until he made his Boss’ deliveries.
	Afterwards,

	It was a day spent in ecstasy.  Uninterrupted private time with Amy and Mario; it couldn’t have been better—unless he had have been able to keep the others.  But two were really just enough.  After Mario had fucked Amy a couple more times thoroughly breaking in the little girl’s young poon—Dmitri finally managed to make entry himself.  The little girl was pretty small, though, so full vaginal penetration wasn’t possible.  But what Dim managed to get in was more than satisfying.
	Cocksucking and anal play followed suit with Mario once more paving the way in Amy’s hole.  Dim also reamed Mario, spanked him, and filled his mouth with dick meat.  By evening type time Dim could do no more.  He slept for a couple of hours then deposited the children in the city before leaving for home.

*

Those darn kids!
	Opening Scene:  Mid Summer; forest, rocky creek nearby, mid afternoon.
	Two boys present, Joel Samdumn and Kory Canetrip.  Joel a slenderly built fourteen year old, dirty blond hair in disarray, gold earring in one ear, very tan body, and furiously examining a porno magazine.
	“Holy shit!” exclaimed the younger boy, Kory, just barely eleven.
	Joel slammed the pages shut quickly and whirled upon his young intruder.
	“Holy shit, dude,” bitched the older boy, “warn somebody before sneaking up on them!”
	“Chill, dude, I know’d what you were doing going out here.”	
	Kory had a unique boyish face, thick dark raven hair in serious curls, TWO earrings, and an amazing smile.
	“Lemme see.” Korny said bounding down the small hill and around the big boulder there.
	“You aint supposed to.” returned Joel.
	“Neither are you!” chortled Kory.
	He had a point.
	Joel looked around and slowly opened the porn magazine revealing the naked bitches within.
	“Holy ape shit,” gushed Kory, “looky at the titties on that one!”
	“Can you imagine what’d it be like to feel those!”
	Joel was astonished at his young friend.  They had known one another awhile but Joel didn’t know (apparently) everything.  And as the boys perused the glossy pages of the ill-gotten magazine—young just turned eleven Kory began fondling himself.  It got Joel’s attention.

	“What?  You don’t fondle yourself when you’re lookin’ at this stuff?”
	Joel looked ill at ease and checked their surroundings.
	Kory unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis that was hard.
	Joel didn’t want to look but he looked but not looked-looked.  Then,
	“Dude, yours must be HUGE!” Kory announced as he not-so-slowly jerked off.
	Joel looked around, “DUDE!” he chastised, “what are you doing?”
	“What, you don’t do this?”
	“Well, yeah, of course, but—”
	“Can I see it?”
	Joel stared at his young friend, a family friend.  He began to breathe hard and slowly—slowly—slowly as he made more sweeping security checks, “whipped it out.”
	“Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!” blurted Kory, “you’re fucking huge!”
	“Why don’t you just tell everybody!” Joel griped.  But on the other hand…
	With the assurance that they were pretty much alone and unseen, Joel went ahead and happily jerked off.  The “visual aid” was placed in a crack of the rock held by dead tree limbs and such whereas the hot naked bitches with huge tits and well fucked cunts were easily displayed.
	Kory pushed his pants and underwear down and pleased himself while he gawked at Joel’s amazing teenage schlong.
	Joel blushed and felt uneasy; he wasn’t gay but was curious about what it would be like to be so.  There were a lot of facets about homosexuality he knew and didn’t know (but he was intrigued!)
	Kory was absorbed with watching Joel jack off,
	“Fuck, dude, do you cum?”
	Joel smiled answering “Yeah.” But even the naked ‘hos in the magazine weren’t stimulating enough to “get him off.”  Kory pulled out of his pants pocket a pair of yellow panties.
	“Who’s are those?” Joel asked oblivious to the only available answer.
	“My sister’s, of course!” Kory quipped taking the ill-gotten undergarment and wrapping it about his smallish wiener.
	“Does she know?” Joel asked curiously.
	“Dude!” said Kory, “I’m still alive, aint I?”
	Good point.
	Joel felt compelled to “spank his monkey”.  He had never done so with anyone else present.  It felt kinda good—and a little awkward leaning towards embarrassing.  Kory smiled a quirky grin as he watched Joel stroke.
	“Shit,” Kory quipped, “how much bigger does it get!?”
	Kory beamed, ‘I guess I am huge!’
	‘wanna play with it?’
	“Wanna play with it?” Joel said.  And as soon as he had said it he was shocked at what he had said.  ‘did I say that?’ he thought.  He gulped and sweated and felt his heart beating hard in his chest.  His cock ached but didn’t feel like it was ready to blast off.  He very muchly wanted to fool around with his little sister, Susan.  She was eleven but had recently been allowing him some brotherly perks.  Nothing too serious, no penetration; but he did get to rub on her butt, see her naked, and glide against her pussy.  Brotherly perks indeed!
	“Can I?” squealed Kory.
	Joel blinked his eyes and looked around nervously—if anyone should see him—
	But the coast was clear and so he turned more to his way too eager young friend to see what he would do.  Joel wasn’t quite prepared for what his young friend would do.
	On his knees, Kory Canetrip firstly eyed Joel’s one-eyed-HUGE-monster then began nearing his head way too close.  Joel knew what a blowjob was and yearned to get one—but from a girl first.  A girl first at least.  Wrinkling his nose he stood near petrified waiting.
	Kory came within inches of mouth to dick; then he stopped and put his fingers about the massive organ spouting “Holy hot shit!”  Joel felt giddy and odd to heroically beaming and genuinely embarrassed.  
	A new pleasure came to Joel as Kory’s fingers wrapped about the steaming schlong that had yet to penetrate a girl’s pussy.  Having a sister helped in the visual of what a girl looked like.  With Susan being three years younger, Joel had seen her many-many times naked and in her underwear.  He had heard her fart, seen her being bare ass spanked by their parents, and on occasion got to engage in those “brotherly perks” aforementioned.
	‘you can suck it if you want to.’
	“You can suck it if you want to.”
	WHAT!?
	Joel gulped hard—what the fuck did he say?  Panic began to consume him.
	‘calm yourself, you dolt!’
	Joel gripped one of the tree branches that lay against the boulder shielding the boys’ antics.  Slowly a calming began but there was still panic abounding.
	Kory had gripped Joel’s dick at the base, squeezed it tightly, grinned big, the put his mouth down around the crown.  The boy had talent—Joel was impressed, still panicky, but impressed as his young friend rolled his tongue about the super sensitive edge of the dick meat.  Then—THEN down-down-down the boy went wincing a little the super heated cock steamed into his mouth.
	It wasn’t Kory’s first time slurping schlong.
	‘jack off onto his balls.’
	Kory stood up after a couple of minutes of working the skin flute of his friend.  He smacked his lips and beamed graciously saying “That was good!”
	Then,
	Joel began hammering his monkey squirting a massive wad of cum wash on Kory’s bare naked nut sac.  Kory had been close to getting all that good in his mouth but didn’t.  Joel exercised great expedience in depositing his load and finding yet his cock still magnificently hard.
	“I thought they shriveled up again after doing that?” curiously commented Kory.  (now how did a eleven year old boy know about that?)
	Joel shrugged and felt his energy temporarily depleted.  
	‘can I do yours?’
	“Can I do yours?” Joel blurted the words before he thought of them.
	“SURE!” grinned Kory and he proudly took a stance with hands on hips and short dick sticking out as far as it could.
	Joel felt a strange feeling enveloping him—he couldn’t explain it no way no how.  His stomach tightened and he was suddenly in need a big drink of soda.  He stared and stared at his young friend’s cock.  It was near lily white, four inches, maybe five; hardly any pubes on his eleven year old balls—but there was a mighty wash of cum thereon!
	Easing to his knees, Joel examined Kory’s cock.  He had always kind of sort of wondered what a dick would taste like in his mouth.  He HAD sucked on a hot dog wiener and assumed they were the same.  Sorta-kinda.  Closing his eyes he pressed his lips to Kory’s bone; then it was to his teeth and on into his mouth.
	The sucking commenced and Joel fought back strange feelings never before experienced.  It was not, however, as revolting as he thought it might be.  It did remind him of sucking that hot dog and similarly to that of string cheese, too!
	Then his hands were on the boy’s bare butt.
	Every inch of Kory’s dong was in his mouth.
	New feelings came—homosexual feelings.  He wanted to FUCK Kory—in the ass!  The feelings were so intense!  He sucked and sucked and sucked and eventually got a little taste of what could only be—sperm!  Kory was just to the age whereas he was able to produce spunk.  The blew a single massive wad of cum that blasted into Joel’s mouth and that was about it.
	“HOLY SHIT!” yelled Kory.  The boy was stymied and totally—totally blown away.  Joel swallowed the sperm blast and felt a little ill about doing so but got over it.
	Joel sat wondering “What the fuck!?”  He panted hard and still fought the illness of what he had done.  Did it mean he was gay?  Sucking another dude’s dong was a sure sign of being a homo.
	‘no, you’re not gay, just horny.’
	Joel cracked his neck, stretched, farted, then began to pound his meat some more staring at Kory’s naked body—Kory’s lovely naked body.  Both boys were sitting; Joel on a smaller boulder with a near concave just right for sitting place while Kory sat on an exposed tree root.
	Then,
	Kory moved to turn around and lay over the tree root spanking himself.
	It was kind of intriguing.  Very intriguing.
	“What the hell?” Joel asked.
	‘fuck his ass.’
	Joel blinked.  “What?”
	‘get up against him, have some fun.’
	Joel looked curiously around, something wasn’t right.  He licked his lips and felt kind of sheepish.  But there was something about the young boy before him spanking his ass.  It got Joel hard again and up against the boy he soon found himself humping like crazy—humping just like he did to his sister, Susan.
	No penetration—just up against the ass flesh, grinding steadily with a few glides up and down the crack.
	‘you can fuck my hole if you want to.’
	“You can fuck my hole if you want to.” Kory said in a boyish voice.
	Joel jockeyed into prime “ass fuck” position and began poking Kory’s backdoor when—
	The sound of giggling girls interrupted the process.
	‘shit!’
	“Shit!”
	“Shit!”
	The boys hustled into their clothes and then hid themselves in the split boulder.  Joel’s sister and Kory’s sister, Susan and Sally.  Joel sighed, Kory farted.  The boys watched the girls go by on the hill above them then slowly began making their own way back to the family campground.
	‘go follow them.’
	“Let’s go follow them.” Kory sparked.
	Joel grinned, messing with the girls was always fun—er, non-sexually.
	The girls were on a small hiking trail that wound its way this way and that thru the woods going down to a creek.  Both girls were eleven years young; Susan had the brown hair while Sally’s hair was a crisp honey blond.  Both girls had nice bods for their ages, supple breasts, good complexions, and very tan bodies.  Very tan ‘cause they were Sun Worshippers who worshipped the sun naturally when they could get away with it.

	At the bottom of the hill where the land leveled with the creek, the girls shed their clothes and laid out on the warm sand.  Both girls were delicious!  Small mounds for breasts but there be breasts, my God, there be breasts!
	The boys were beside themselves, speechless, but not gassless.  Kory farted.
	Sally raised her head and looked around—not bothering to cover up, either.
	The boys didn’t have optimum viewing of the naked girls; head to toe instead of the other way around.  And if the boys tried to slink their way around and across the creek to get that toe-to-head view they’d surely be found out by making some noise or something.  Best stay put and wait for some prime opportunity.
	That opportunity came when,
	Susan stretched, fingered herself, rubbed her budding breasts, yawned, then sat up.  After running her fingers thru her hair she stood up, brushed the sand off her delicious butt, then walked into the creek that was only a little more than ankle deep.  Then, with legs spread, hands on hips, sun basting her backside—she peed.
	“HOLY FUCKING APE SHIT!” blurted Kory.  That was the coolest thing, the coolest!  Watching a girl peeing while standing—the coolest thing!
	Naturally the boy’s outburst was heard.  The girls shrieked, grabbed their clothes and tried to dress while fleeing.
	‘calm yourselves!’
	Susan and Sally slowly came to be more calm and not so freaked out.
	The boys emerged.  The brothers and sisters stared at one another; the girls had gotten their panties on and partly their pants.  They stood up straight and for a moment or two—nothing.  Thereafter, the girls slid their panties back down their legs and were once more nude.
	The boys followed suit.	
	‘let’s go skinny dipping.’
	“Let’s go skinny dipping!”
	“Creek’s too shallow.” stated Sally.
	“Nah, down a little ways, there’s a pond below the falls.”
	“Falls?”
	Joel shook his head exasperatedly, “It aint great big ones, just a few feet—”
	“And below that is a bitchin’ pond good enough to swim in!” chided in Kory.
	The girls shrugged, picked up their clothes and followed the boys thru the creek a hundred yards or so to where there was less than a ten foot waterfall cascading into a twelve foot circumference pool of water about twelve feet deep.  Logs and other assorted fauna inundated the rim of pond as well as submersed logs and boulders.  Small campfire remains were in a small clearing nearby, lots of empty beer bottles were all about, cigarette butts, articles of clothing, and so on.
	The boys instantly leaped faithfully into the pond, the girls slid in from the small shore.  Frolic-frolic-frolic!  Not a lot of messing around; just spitting water at each other, diving to the bottom, seeing who could stay under water the longest, more foolish diving, and so on.
	At length,
	Susan had had enough and came out of the water to lay on the small sandy shore.  Her young pre-teen body was magnificent!  Lightly tan, water droplets rolling off of her fine developing body enticing her brother and friend.  The dead-on view was fantastic—especially viewing the girl’s cunny.  That was utterly mind blasting—so up close—so personal.
	“Fucking horndog!” chided Sally coming up behind her brother, Kory.
	Kory stood on an underwater log with his arms out supporting him to be steady.  Sally, his twin sister, stood behind him—right behind him.
	“Like what you see?” she asked knowingly.
	Kory was speechless.
	Susan “reached around” and grabbed holt of his johnny—it was hard.
	Slowly-slowly-ever so fucking slowly and did Sally manipulate her brother’s tool.  Kory was barely aware—his entire focus was on Susan.  Sally continued stroking her brother, fondling his balls, and sending him into orbit.
	Joel, meanwhile, eased out of the water like a slowly encroaching alligator.  His cock was screeching hard.  Water ran off his body in rivulets, he was very tan, and had a hell of a johnson!  With slow precise precision, Joel eased over onto his young sibling gently laying down upon her.
	Sally stopped her stroking of her brother resting her chin on his shoulder.
	A woodpecker pecked noisily somewhere close by; the trickling of the creek falling into the pond disturbed the natural quietness but blended into the serenity just the same.  The twins watched in awesome awe as Joel maneuvered his cock to his sister’s quim.  Susan herself had a holt of the brotherly love tool and guided it to her cunny.  
	Then, with slow excised meticulousness—Joel made penetration to his sister’s cunt.  There was one preliminary stab, a withdraw, then another penetrating plunge whereas the girl’s intact hymen was no more.  Another pull-out, a grind against the cunny, then back inwards for the full penetration followed by pumping.
	Kory “reached back” to caress his sister’s ass.
	‘do me—in the water.’
	“Do me—in the water.”
	Kory turned his head, “You sure?”
	Sally grinned, blushed big time, showed nervousness but willingness, too.

	She was sooooo cute—naked especially.  Kory turned to her, hugged her and it was like they weren’t brother and sister—they hugged and began kissing.  Kory’s cock was right up against her flat somewhat tanned belly, his hands groping her ass in actuality attempting to clumsily raise her left leg so as to be more accepting to his cock.
	Sally figured it out and braced her right side against the pond wall and hiked her leg up.  Kory’s cock still had some difficulties make entry; the angle of the dangle was a little off, there was the water issue making his sister’s pussy a little snugger than usual, and factors such as that like there.
	Eventually, though, the brother and sister team got it together and Kory was well on his way to deflowering Sally.  Underwater fucking!  His hands clamped tightly to her skinny butt the underwater session helped alleviate the sharp pain of Sally’s devirginizing.
	The two on the sandy shore wallowed together, not so much into lovemaking, passionate kissing, but they tried to meld their bodies into one until—
	“JOEL!”  “SUSAN!”
	“KORY!”  “SALLY!”
	Voices—parental voices were calling out for the four reprobates sending the four scrambling into the water to hide behind the fall—leaving their clothes on the shore.  But the thick foliage kept anyone from seeing said clothes if not in direct line o’ sight.
	“We are in soooo much trouble!” Sally sparked.
	The boys said nothing.
	Someone farted.

*

Back at camp
	Talk about timing!  Minutes before the sun officially called it a day and from north end of the family campground came waltzing in Joel, Susan, Kory, and Sally.  From the south end coming up the hill panting came Joel and Susan’s Dad, Kory and Sally’s Dad.  Neither parental unit was particularly happy and bitched/yelled at the boys.  But cooler heads prevailed—that being the mothers of Joel, Susan, Kory, and Sally.
	The men fumed, the kids chilled by the fire.
	Around midnight, when the moon was at its fullest and brightest and highest, Joel, Susan, Kory, and Sally slipped/sneaked out of camp.  All the way back down to the boulder the boys had been at firstly during the day—it was as far as the girls wanted to go in the dark.  The boys had flashlights but still—dark was dark and they were quite aways away from camp.
	The boys were cool and let it be; they shed their clothes and shone their lights on the girls as they stripped off theirs.  The boys got raging hard-ons.  Joel’s cock stood outright, cocked to the right and was proudly ready for action.  Young Kory’s dong stuck out straight with a slight curve like a banana.  He was ready for action, too.  
	Laying down, Joel spread his legs and waggled his schlong beckoning either girl to come onto him—he wasn’t picky.  It was his sister, Susan, though, he came unto him.  She straddled him and slid down onto his prong gasping as she did so.  Joel reached up to grope his sister’s budding breasts; his cock surged greatly inside her sex.  Slowly the girl rode her brother’s cock and rode it a few pumps of Up and Down before laying down whereupon Joel griped her ass.  It was lovemaking and Kory with his sister, Sally, positioned themselves behind using the flashlight to see the “penetration” in progress.
	It seriously got Kory AND his sister horny-horny-horny.
	So, mimicking what Joel and Susan were doing, Kory and Sally did likewise.  It was tranquil, surreal; young Sally’s lovely tight ass glistening in the bright moonlight streaming down from the clear sky above.  Kory groaned and grunted as he power shoved his fuck stick into his sister’s quim; Sally pursed her lips hard and wriggled her young body all over while maintaining her brother’s dick in her sex.
	The scene was monumentally momentous.  All four kids enjoyed incredible never before experienced orgasms.  What happened at the pond earlier paled; fucking in the middle of the night was way better.  Joel lay heaving, panting, sweating, cumming.  His cock was overly sensitized and tingled—even his hair tingled!  Although it was his sister and sometimes he regarded his sister as “ewewe” and sometimes went out of his way to get her into trouble—sex with her was Fucking A!
	Susan shuddered once-twice-three times and felt as if though she were peeing—but it wasn’t pee.  Her brother’s hands on her ass was fantastic.  Her pussy clenched and it surely felt like an incredible piss.  She sighed, farted, and lay on her brother deeply spent and deeply in love (sexually speaking.)
	“Wanna do it again?” Sally asked sheepishly to her naughty brother.
	“Just for your information,” Kory jibed, “you never have to ask me that again.” He smiled; Sally ran her fingers thru his hair and then put her lips to his for a five minute intense kiss.  So they were brother and sister—big deal.  Their hearts pounded together and soon they were rolling on the ground engaged in serious fucking.
	After a little while the kids slipped back to camp.  The following day—

	The pond was a popular place to be—naked and naughty; so that was where the siblings assembled for more frolicking.  And after much ado about frolicking with their sibling, they switched!  In the pond, Joel and Sally came together while on the shore it was Kory and Susan.  Much like the previous day with Sally and her brother, Kory, Sally poised herself on a submersed log, holding onto Joel and a tree branch while balancing herself as she raised/cocked a leg to allow Joel’s very nice dick into her sex.
	On the shore, Kory mounted Susan delighting in the doing so.  His moderately pleasing cock glided up and down the girl’s cunny before penetrating and getting down to business.  And just as the “business” was gettin’ good—
	“AGH!” a great commotion came from the pond.
	The log of which Joel and Sally were balancing themselves gave way suddenly.  Both Joel and Sally disappeared from sight sending Susan in a panic and Kory diving into the pond.
	Joel’s hands were flailing as panic seriously had a holt of him; Sally had been sucked in a little further into the pond and in fact had been trapped at the ankle by roots.  Joel shot up to the surface gasping for air while Kory went for his sister.
	Terrified Sally grabbed her brother holding him to the point of drowning him.  Kory swallowed in a lot of pond water; Joel came along pulling as hard as he could on Sally’s outstretched arms but it was her ankle locked in by the twisty underwater roots.  Kory and Joel raced to the surface for a gulp of just as Sally ran out of hers.  Frantically the boys went to the troublesome root and with superhuman strength—panic and high induced adrenaline, the boys wrenched the girl’s foot free and practically flung her onto the shore.
	She wasn’t breathing.
	Susan shrieked and sat with folded legs whimpering “She’s dead!  She’s dead!”
	“Shut up!” yelled Kory.
	Joel straddled the little girl pushing hard on her chest and with just a couple of good pushes she spat up a gush of water and began to breathe.  Crisis over.
	Kory sat with his sister for a long time; Joel sat with his sister until he got bored and trotted off (nakedly) into the woods.  Susan waited a little bit longer (about a minute) then casually followed her brother.
	A few pesky mosquitoes bothered him, the buzz of a bee, the near death drowning—kind of a downer for what had been planned.  Then Joel and his sister went off into the woods leaving the unseen Dmitri wondering.  He wondered, too, about his non-involvement in rescuing Sally.  He knew in part that he should have done something—using the EMAD or not, he should have done something.

	Disgruntled and put off by the crisis, Dim slipped off from the group letting them deal with themselves on their own and returned to the family campsite to see what he could stir up there.

¿Festejamos esta noche?
	The menfolk had gone fishing; the womenfolk remained in camp tidying up, drinking beer and wine, snacking, and gossiping.   Typical.  There were three menfolk; two were daddies while the third wheel was a brother of one of the daddies, uncle of Joel and Susan.  The two women, Wanda Sumndumm and Corrina Canetrip, were not bad dishes.  No, not bad at all.  Wanda had dark hair, a slender body, interesting curvature of her body, tight-tight butt, a visible tat of a large multicolored rose on upper right arm.  She drank beer and took life easy; she worked for the city as a paper pusher, approving/disapproving contracts, and so on.
	Corrina was the wine drinker, worked for the city school district, was tall, dishwater blond, BIG titties, big ass, big thighs.  She liked to keep things neat and clean; fastidious to the point of compulsiveness.  But she meant well and people who knew her let it be.
	 Then, Wanda broke out the “stash.”
	Corrina sipped her wine and said, “¿Festejamos esta noche?”
	“Damn straight!” quipped Wanda, “Party hardy!”
	The two women, mothers, wives, enjoyed a toke each; then—
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Wanda didn’t even pause for thought but stripped off her dark purple shirt, shucked her knee length britches, ditched her violet bra containing a pair of nice bodacious 32-Bs.  She stood naked bearing a small heart tattoo off to one side of her SHAVEN cunny.  Corrina paused a half moment but went on to get to her skin revealing red panties and a red flaming rearing unicorn with a BIG dick on her right butt cheek!  A multicolored butterfly was on her left breasts; both breasts were a healthy 36C.
	Dim helped himself to a beer, a toke, and then to Wanda Samndumm.
	No Q&A, the EMAD was pretty taxed as it was and actually Q&Aing just didn’t come up at the time.  He negotiated Wanda to the one picnic table that had just been cleaned with a new plastic tablecloth by Corrina.  Dim had that woman come lay on the picnic table’s bench.  While he sunk his prick into Wanda, he spanked and felt of Corrina’s ass.
	Wanda had a nice tight snug fitting cunt.  His dick soared to new heights and he humped happily until hearing voices—kids’ voices.
	“Shit!  Piss!  Fuck!  God damn fucking motherfucker!”
	Interruptions and distractions were a killer when trying to get laid.

	And focusing in on where exactly the encroaching kids were coming from couldn’t be exactly ascertained right off so—after shooting a load of spunk into Wanda, Dim hit the “panic button” on his EMAD hopefully rendering himself invisible and slipped off to the trees—leaving Wanda and Corrina as they were.
	The overworked EMAD got even more overworked as Joel, Susan, Kory, and Sally came waltzing back into the campsite seemingly none the worse for wear for their traumatic crisis at the pond.  It was going to be a neat trick to pull off.  Dim checked the nifty minding device, noted the “warmth” of the unit, the dizzying array of lights flickering yellow and red with few in the green mode, then—
	The kids came into the campsite—oblivious to their prospective mothers and their nudity.  The kids then stripped off their own clothing, helped themselves to drinks and snacks, then scurried into their tents—the boys had their own tents and the girls had theirs.  For the moment Dim let them be and finished up his business with Wanda and Corrina.

*

Pond frolic
-or-
Frolic Pond
	Once more, after midnight, and after a gang pee at camp, Joel and Kory, with their sisters, made way back to the pond.  The girls were not so much enthused about a “midnight swim” but the boys were.  Skinny dipping.  The boys tried and tried to assure the girls that the pond was safe, the troublesome log was no longer there and the “roots” were well below the surface.
	‘go ahead,’ Dim minded, ‘get naked and get in the pond.’
	Sally sighed, mulled it over, then stripped off her clothing and joined the boys.  Susan was surprised but if the near-death experience wasn’t going to hold her back then who was Susan to say otherwise?  Stripping off her clothes, Susan joined the others and “frolicking” at the pond resumed.
	Once more it was Joel and Sally; Kory and Susan.
	Both pairs did their frolicking in the pond—not too well, though; a little clumsily and a lot awkward.  They coupled but as for penetration it just wasn’t happening.  So onto the small sandy shore they went where Joel lay on Sally and Susan laid on top of Kory.
	Coupling was made a lot easier there.

	Afterwards it was back into the pool to cool off, rinse, and then it was brother and sister coupling and done so IN the pond this time.  Such frolicking!  Kory managed to pin his sister against the wall of the pond where it sloped to make love to her; Joel eased his ever hard bone into Susan’s hot young twat just inside the waterfall.
	Then, back on the shore again around 3AM, both Joel and Kory made double penetration to Susan—Kory into Susan’s asshole while Joel enjoyed humping his sister’s cunt (again).
	The group returned to their tents sleeping well until breakfast.

	It was the last day of camping; the womenfolk, Wanda and Corrina, took their own nature walk (by themselves).  The menfolk scurried off leaving the kids at the camp for themselves.  The kids enjoyed the “no adult” supervision and as soon as the adults were gone some minutes, the kids shed their clothes to romp about the camp naked.
	Naturally there was hanky and panky.
	On their own; Sally bent over at the table, Joel licked her crack—really-really licked her crack then stuffed it with his throbbing hard cock all the while fingering her hot fuckable cunt.  Nearby, Susan was over a camp log-seat with Kory humping her butt from behind.  Whether or not he was actually IN her butt wasn’t clear—but it was a butt hump nonetheless.
	Afterwards, the girls weren’t into sucking the boys as much as the boys were into sucking them—“ewewe!” they exclaimed; they weren’t sucking dick that been in their butt.
	Whatever.
	The boys wanted one more bash (frolic) at the pond; they girls?  not so much.  But the boys were going so the girls followed—going naked, too!  that was a plus.  The kids ran nakedly down to the pond with the boys barrel diving in.  Sally got onto a small rocky outcropping above the pond to do her barrel dive.  Susan just waded in.
	Joel and Kory tried a double penetration on Sally but doing so underwater wasn’t an easy task.  But it was fun!  On the shore it was better with Joel laying down, Susan on top of him, Kory on top of her.  The cool water had seriously tightened up Susan’s asshole so Kory had a lot of tongue action to do before finally getting the girl’s hole to give enough for his determined schlong.
	Suddenly there was a noise.
	The kids froze.
	Joel and Kory sat up, stood up slowly, and saw the biggest deer they had ever seen!  The big buck looked to the naked humans before startling itself and rushing off with the boys (for some reason) going after it.
	“What the fuck?” Sally asked aloud.
	Susan shook her head, “Why they chasing it?” the boys were naked and had no weapons.
	“BOYS!” bitched sadly Sally.
	Then,
	Another noise came to be but the girls didn’t hear it.
	Dmitri did, though.
	Just within a few yards of the naked girls sunning themselves was Uncle Shane, brother of Don Samndumm, father of Joel and Susan.  He was in his mid thirties, very thin build, sandy brown hair, and eyeing the naked girls with great want.
	Checking the nifty mind altering device, Dim determined that he could do some more manipulating.  So he did.  With green indicators across the board and a strong signaling of brain waves grabbed for manipulation—Dim positioned Shane before the nakedly wondrous eleven year old Susan who NOW would be submissive to her Uncle’s incestuous desires.  She sucked him.  She sucked and fondled his hairless balls, sucked his cock hard and wholly and after a few minutes of working the schlong she lay down on the warm sand spreading her legs.
	Shane, unawares of his mind being manipulated, laid her—or him whichever it is perceived.  His manly cock gingerly entered the girl’s sex while he patted the bare ass of the other girl he wanted to desperately screw, Sally.  Susan grunted as the massive manhood much more girthy and lengthy than her brother’s entered her and gave her more pleasure than she knew of or thought there could be.
	Sally wriggled her upraised ass as Shane patted it, spanked it, and drove a finger into her not-so-virgin asshole.  It seemed to drive the man on and he power fucked his niece to a nice euphoric orgasm.  His energy was not so depleted nor the strength of his cum shooter.  After pulling out there was even more as his totally super sensed cock head was freed from the very nice snug snatch.  Lifting Susan’s legs he burrowed into her asshole while Sally turned onto her side and fingered her pussy giving quite the visual effect a naughty uncle deeply enjoyed.

*

Those darn boys!
	And so it came to pass—
	Mountain 134A went around—and around—and around to hook up with Country Road Glenville.  A dirt road unnamed but had a road designation number; it meandered thru the mountain top to connect with a named dirt road that went thru a couple of small mountain communities for peoples who wanted to be as far away from corrupt society as possible to a big mountain lake and larger community.
	Dim made notes of the roads, alternate roads for when running ‘shine.  Having a back-up plan, an alternate path of escape was essential knowledge.  And to further that knowledge into his mind he took the “alternate” paths; seeing what his truck could handle.
	And at one point he stopped at a large cut-out of landscape to cool off at a creek trickling down the mountain, forming a small pool of quenching water, then on under the road via a culvert.  And after soaking his feet in the water just a few minutes he heard voices.  Kid voices.  Carefully he made his way to the source.
	Two boys, two girls, about twelve years young—backpacks on their backs, but small ones used for day trekking.  The girl was in a skirt!  She wore cowboy boots!  A knee length powder blue cowgirl skirt, a simple short sleeved matching top, and a powder blue beret also adorned her body that was approaching thirteen years in just a couple of months.  The boys in her company were also nearly thirteen.
	Chad Furrowurd had messed up blond hair, very tan body, jean shorts that had once been full legged jeans, hiking boots, and an air of mischievousness about him.  Parker Verigoode had red hair, a long neck, long brown pants, and was tall.
	Suddenly, while the girl, Gabby Bellroad, was scurrying up a narrow dirt path she slipped and fell tumbling past the boys knocking them over as she wildly tried to grab them.  She tumbled all the way down some twenty feet to the bottom of the hill in a crumbled heap on her stomach.  The boys rushed to her aid,
	“Don’t move her!” shouted Parker.  In case she had something broken then moving her would make it worse.  Kneeling beside her the boy ran his hands up and down her arms and legs.  “No broken bones.” He concluded.
	“That good.” Chad said.
	“Looks like she got clunked on the head.” Parker surmised by the big bloody bump on her head.  Using canteen water he washed off the wound then sat back.
	Almost a minute elapsed before a curious (mischievous) smile etched on Chad’s face.  Leaning in the boy carefully—carefully—carefully pulled Gabby’s skirt up over her butt.
	Off pink panties greeted the ogling boys.  Both smiled with Chad smiling the most and biggest.  Parker nodded his head, “Dude!  Righteous!”
	Chad patted lightly Gabby’s ass—the girl didn’t stir.
	A hand on her thigh, a hand to her butt, a finger to the hem of her panties—
	Gabby remained deeply unconscious—so much so that she was unawares of her hiking companions misdoings.  Otherwise, she would have freaked when Chad eased down her panties uncovering her preteen ass.  
	“DUDE!” Parker sputtered.
	There it was, Gabby Bellroad’s somewhat tan ass.  The boys were totally captivated.  Parker smoothed his hand over the unconscious girl’s ass, squeezed a cheek then began prying the cheek to gander at the girl’s “hole” and pussy.
	“Sonofabitch!” Parker said as he watched his friend unfastened his pants.
	“Whattya doin’?”
	Chad grinned and pushed down his pants and underwear, then took Gabby’s hand and made her clasp her fingers about his erection.
	Parker giggled and pushed down his own pants and undies taking her other hand doing likewise.
	“Wanna bet we can do more?” Chad sparked.
	Parker seemed unsure—about proceeding with the “more.”  (but he didn’t stop having Gabby handle his cock!)  Chad slowly pulled the girl’s panties all the way down—then off her ankles.  Then he opened her legs and took a hard gander at her goodie.  After a moan the boy rolled the girl over.
	And so there it was—bare naked nearly teenage pussy.
	“Way better than Charlotte.”  Charlotte being Parker’s five year old sister.
	“Cindy, too.” said Chad; and Cindy being Chad’s eight year old sister.
	With a slightly noticeable nervous finger, Chad “touched” Gabby’s cunt.
	He didn’t even look around for security’s sake, pushing up Gabby’s skirt he ogled closely her pre-teen poon, fingered it, explored it, then shucked his pants and mounted.
	“DUDE!” spat Parker, “What the fuck!?”
	Chad blushed, beamed, farted, then began working his cock into his friend’s puss.  “What!?” he smirked, “’bout fuckin’ time she put out for us!”
	“Yeah, but, dude, what if she wakes up?”
	Chad didn’t care.  He shrugged and busted Gabby’s intact cherry—and was a little freaked out about it.
	“Fuck, dude, your fuckin’ dick’s bleedin’!”
	Chad sat back and not knowing that he had broken Gabby’s hymen, or knew what a hymen was, took note that his dick wasn’t the one bleeding.
	“Ewewe!” said Parker, “Fuckin’ gross!”
	“It aint mine!” Chad piped using Gabby’s panties to clean off his pud.
	A little put off and a lot grossed out, Parker held back taking his turn after Chad got his nuts off.  Chad wiped clean Gabby’s pussy and mulled darker thoughts in his twisted mind.  And as Parker finally did take his turn, Chad put his dick into Gabby’s mouth.
	Two minutes into fucking the girl’s pussy and did the girl begin to show signs of life.  She moaned, groaned, and began tossing her pretty head side to side.  Parker power fucked his way to orgasm then sat back in some fear.  Chad sat at the girl’s head and as she came awake and sat up—Chad knocked her upside the head with a hunk of wood.
	“DUDE!”
	“What?” Chad smirked, “I aint fuckin’ done with her!” and with that he rolled the girl over and began making anal attempts.
	Checking the minding device, Dim was alerted to the fact that there were no brain wave patterns emitting from Gabby.  That wasn’t good.  The machine had Chad and Parker—but there was nothing from Gabby.  Nothing.  Chad was in the girl’s backdoor and pumping vigorously unaware of what he had done with the clunking of the tree limb against his friend’s head.
	Suddenly, Chad began to seriously step up his anal banditry grinding Gabby’s face into the ground.  Then he began spanking himself—but there seemed to be something wrong.  The boy’s face was not one of pleasure.  The self spanking issue got intense but like a male dog humping his bitch he was “locked” up and could pull out.
	Finally, though, he did pull out and began furiously freaking out.
	“Dude!?” said Parker, “What the fuck!?”
	Chad, however, couldn’t answer as he began to twitch, drool, and fall on the ground to continue twitching still spanking himself.  It wasn’t some bizarre act of pleasure, or displeasure—but Nature!  A “few” bees had come to join in on the festivities and apparently—unbeknownst to Chad Furrowurd, he was allergic to the sting of a bee.  And with at least a dozen disturbed bees on Chad’s ass the allergic reaction was tenfold doing him in in little time.
	Parker brushed a few of the disturbed bees—disturbed when Chad had used the hunk of tree limb disrupting the hive hidden in the nearby tree stump.  Then there was the unabashed sound of what could only be known as a swarm swarming the area.
	Parker began getting stung himself and ran amok thru the woods being stung several times before collapsing at a stream of water where the cold shock of the mountain water and the sting of bees confused him, berate him, and though he himself was not allergic to bees—the number of stings was a bit much to overcome.  So he didn’t.
	Meanwhile,
	Dim noted signs of life from the young girl.
	There were some bees hanging around the site; Dim grabbed the girl, grabbed her clothes, and slipped off from the bee infested area getting stung a couple of times himself before going far enough that the bees decided the threat was over.
	Gabby had been stung a few times and he dunked her into a creek, washed her off, spread her legs and enjoyed her as much as Chad had.  Her pussy was delightfully sung having had only Chad and Parker in her prior.  The budding breasts were nice to play with, tweak the nipples, and suckle.  Three minutes later and Dim gave the girl’s pussy a generous amount of jizum.
	The bee stings had swelled and the girl probably could use some medical attention.  He dressed the girl, minus her soiled panties left at the bee encounter site then carried her to the campground where her parents were.  At the edge of the campground Dim “released” her and she stumbled into the campsite a little delirious and way-way out of it.
	Her parents didn’t know what was going on but saw one bee sting welt on her neck and two on her hands.  Her insistent scratching at her butt prompted her mother to check and was shocked to see several welts there—and/or maybe “where’s your panties?” contributed to the mother’s shock value.
	The other parents began asking about Chad and Parker.  Gabby was a little rambling in her answer and didn’t know exactly where the boys were.  Frantically the boys’ parents struck off calling for their missing sons.  Dim took the opportunity to make himself scarce.

*

What happens in the woods—gets all sticky and smells like pine shit
	From Mountain High Campground
	After cruising around checking on the few various mountain and fire roads, Dmitri dropped down a couple thousand feet to circumvent the large mountain lake.  On the south side there were farmlands featuring mostly corn.  Dim stopped off to get out and stretch legs and check the progress of the cornfield.  The corn was just at the right time to be picked—so Dim picked some.
	Eating raw corn was ok, but boiled, steamed, barbequed was better.
	And he was about to fire up the truck and go to the lake community for dinner when—
	Voices.
	Listening carefully he heard a man’s voice followed by a little kid.
	How little?
	Let’s find out!
	Just a few rows in and at where there was a clearing for some reason, a Father and Daughter were walking and talking.  The Father was the farmer of the cornfield; the Daughter was the “little kid.”  She was no more than five years young.  The Father was in his early thirties, tall with dark hair, ball cap, and clean face.  The little girl had dark hair in twin pig tails, a nice typical five year old body, and in the need to pee.
	“DADDY!  I gotta go!” as she clutched at her groin in hopes of stemming off the desperate need.
	Daddy John Fatewill looked around but was assured of security due to the talk stalks of surrounding cornstalks.  So assured of that security that he quickly helped his daughter out of her typical blue pants followed by her typical blue kiddie panties.
	Then, giggling, five year old Lauren spread her legs and gushered a hearty kiddie pee.  When his little girl was done, Daddy John looked around again before unleashing his beastly dong.  The daddy dong was already significantly hard; the little girl daughter didn’t seem to be hysterical about the exposure—in facts, she seemed delighted!
	Stepping away from the “puddle” the little girl happily griped her daddy’s dong, played with it, then—
	Sucked it.
	Daddy John Fatewill stood looking very pleased, relieved, and especially satisfied with his child’s doings.  It felt good!  Little Lauren had both hands’ fingers to her Daddy’s cock, squeezing the member while her little mouth worked about the engorged bulbous tip.
	John moaned, groaned, and eased the head of his naughty dong into his sweet daughter’s mouth.  Magnificently she was able to take the cum squirting head and just a little of the super sensitive shaft.  John began to masturbate, caressing Lauren’s face, her hair, and adoring her.  His breathing increased and the pivotal moment of ecstasy was coming.
	Hurriedly did John lay his child out on her pants, opened her legs and furiously fingered her cunt before laying his prick against her virginity and begin a serious bout of humping.  No penetration but there was determination on the man’s part to do so.  His manhood lay right into Lauren’s crevice and there he did hump until spewing.
	Before the last spew he moved up quickly to Lauren’s face and ejaculated a goodly amount onto her sweet face with most to her mouth.  Lauren, none the wiser that was her Daddy was doing was wrong happily licked up the goo from the pulsing dick and that was that.
	Dmitri slipped away unnoticed and went on his way.

Ranger Dan and his big dog, Dick
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Ranger Dan and his big DOG dick
	At South End (of the mountain lake) a café fit the need to fill Dmitri’s other necessity needs of fulfillment.  While noshing on a chili size he couldn’t help but notice a cute little girl about seven or so—she was clad in a short kiddie dress, sun dress, and was like many typical children her age unable to sit still five seconds.  Flailing her legs in and out of the booth she shared with some siblings (annoyed siblings) got Dim’s attention—especially to the fact that she wore no underpants.
	Pigtails, could use a bath, maybe a smacking or two to settle her down, but all in all—she was a cutey.  Dim thought—and though—and then thought some more and decided that he had done enough indulgence and would leave the child alone.  After his lunch he moseyed outside to the rear of the eatery where the bathrooms were located.  After a hearty piss and a wash of hands he stepped out to see the little girl.  She wasn’t doing much, dancing in herself—swishing her body about being nonchalant and in a world to herself.
	Dim noted her existence and still—still fought having anything to do with her.  He motivated himself to his non-company company van.  Pausing to check the parking lot for trouble—or something interesting he noted a shadow behind him.  Turning he found the cute little girl stretching up a well fucked up well used doll.
	“This is Polly!” the little girl said.  She had small teeth, green eyes, and completely unafraid of strangers.
	Dim smiled at her, squatted down before and greeted Polly the doll.
	“How do you do, Polly?” he smiled and shook the doll’s hand.  It was a cloth doll, a “raggedy” type doll with dirt smudged smock.
	The little girl giggled and waggled the doll as if it were dancing.
	“Wanna go for a ride?” Dim asked.
	The little girl shrugged, giggled, and practically pranced in place.
	Dim smiled.

	‘why aren’t you wearing panties?’ an inquiring mind wanted to know.
	“I pee-peed them!” she answered.
	‘ever been fingered?’
	Yep!	
	Unlike with previous “minds” he had dwelled in there were no clear or concise images for Dim’s prying mind to see.  She was a child and her memory ingrams were kinda screwy.  But there was an image of the young girl in a bathtub, standing up, naked, and a shadowy character washing her.

	Dim found the girl delightful, delightfully naïve.  He gave up on trying to sort out the images in her mind and went on to enjoy her as only he could.  From the café he moseyed the van out to the roadway that went up along the river that fed the lake.  Not too far, just a few miles to one of the large cut outs.  Lots of trees on both sides, one side had the river the other had rustic hills.  Not a lot of activity along the river or at the cut out.
	Down to business.
	With the van’s sliding door open to the tree and shrub/bush covered hill where a small creek spilled down some rocks making the area serene, Dim stood the little girl up inside the van slipping her sun dress off in one fell swoop.  A little exam of the girl’s pussy gave way to the fact that she was not—NOT a virgin!  but not by much.
	A little lick here, a bit of munch there and Dim was relatively happy and content.  There was a little more than a “slight hint” of pee on the young girl’s pussy; her backdoor hole was clean so Dim delighted himself in licking that, too.
	Then, after much fingering it was down to business with the humping.
	While humping, Dim was able to determine thru out and out asking, “who fucked you?”
	Answer:  “Paulie”  “Griffy”  “Dab” and “Uncle Hank”
	Paulie and Griffy were older brothers, Dab was a cousin, and Uncle Hank was an opportunist.  She wasn’t “well fucked” or roughly penetrated.  Dim eased into her sex, caressed her sides, clutched her ass, and made his way to orgasm.
	Did she suck, too?
	Answer:  Yes!
	But so far, not Up the Ass.
	Oh well.
	Just a bit of Dim’s shaft made the vaginal entry and just the head of his cock entered her asshole.  A mean streak began to wiggle its way into Dim’s soul.  He managed to hold off seriously violating the little girl’s asshole but did delight in spanking her (with his cock.)
	More fingering of her cummy pussy followed by some face fucking before he walked her out to the creek and they both enjoyed a quick immersion before dressing and Dim took the LONG way around the lake to deposit the child in the lake town.
	Then he was off on another lake road that went around the north end of the lake.  There he sighted in on his next caper—which was a non-involvement one and just a viewing.  Down among some towering cattails and other assorted bushes, boulders, sapling trees of this and that was parked a forest ranger truck.  Both doors were open and both rangers were “getting friendly.”

	They were naked.
	They were sixty-nining.
	There was a German Shepherd doggie.
	There was incest and bestiality abounding!
	The two rangers, a brother and sister team, seriously were engaged in pleasuring each other.  All their clothing and associative equipment were scattered in and about their truck.  The sister was on top of her brother; the brother munched his sister’s fiery cunt while spanking her lily white ass.  The sister, Ellen Dinkadoor, sucked the life out of her brother’s cock; she squeezed it hard and devoured the adequate brotherly cock with great gusto.
	Finally, Earl Dinkadoo came.  A great gusher of cum spewed out of his cock and onto his loving sister’s face.  Ellen power humped her brother’s cock, he was some four years older and in his early thirties.  Earl gave his all and was quickly depleted of energy.  Ellen sucked him dry, sucked his cock and balls clean, then sat up squashing her dick hungry cunt onto her brother’s face.  Then,
	  Although he had heard of backwoods girls engaging sexually with their pets; goats, dogs, horses, and the like like that there, Dmitri Tsugua had never seen such an act in progress.  It was an eye opener as Ellen Dinkadoo eased out of the cab of the ranger truck, stretched, fingered her pussy, scratched her ass, then squatted before the German Shepherd, Kipper, and loved on him.
	The ‘loved on him’ consisted of petting, stroking his big doggie head and then was kicked up by handling his doggie dick.  Brother Earl sat up in the truck seat handling himself.  Ellen continued arousing her pet to the point he began humping air.  Ellen turned to her brother and put her socks on the dog’s front paws.  Then she put her knees on the running board of the truck and her mouth once more down on her brother’s prong.
	Kipper needed no encouraging and quickly “mounted” the crazy human.
	Dim was more than awed.
	The woman looked nice; she was tall, long dark super curly hair, a nice tan body complete, and a professional employee employed by the Federal Government.  Her brother was also not a bad looking fellow, older, and also professional.  The doggie made entry to Ellen but it wasn’t clear (to Dmitri) if he was dogging the backdoor or pussy—not that it mattered.

The Collection Caper
	Slurping a brain freeze shake trying to shake the image of Ranger Ellen getting boinked by her dog, Dim sighted in on a school bus.  Kids disembarking were numerous.  Some parental units and older siblings were there to escort the young ones home.

	There were still kids on the bus; the doors shut, the STOP placards retracted and the bus went on to the next stop.  So did Dmitri.
	The bus went on to another stop down the rustic rural route—heavy dense tress of various types and sizes along a medium sized creek on one side and hills on the other where in among the hills were farm homes and regular type homes along with a couple of wide spread out trailer park settings.
	The bus came to a row of mailboxes and a long dirt road that led out to one of the trailer parks.  No parental unit or guardian or older sibling was there, not even a doggie escort.  The STOP placard came out, Dim stopped and watched as a lone little girl got off the bus.  The doors shut quickly and went off in a cloud of exhaust smoke leaving the little girl in a slight predicament.  Dmitri noted that she seemed confused and wasn’t going on towards the trailers parked/settled in among the pines.
	This wasn’t her stop.
	The bus driver was new, a substitute.
	Dim contemplated—contemplated; debated and debated.
	That mean streak came up like vomit and slowly he pulled up to the little girl who was showing signs of distress.
	“I cant find my Mommy!” she said as Dim opened the door.
	“Is this your stop?”
	The little girl shook her head of blond hair, “No.”
	On her denim jacket was a message:  HI!  I’m Melody  I live at Hole-in-the-Woods Trailer Park #17  Do not let me go without adult supervision
	Well, so much for that.
	“Well, let’s go take your to your Mother.”
	And little Melody Sporkork without fear climbed in.
	She wasn’t the first, at the bus stop where Melody Sporkork was SUPPOSED to get off was Toby Schittspants who was supposed to get off at the previous stop.  The information between bus drivers wasn’t followed thru and the substitute driver was in a hurry to get the bus back to the barn and on his way to a major league ballgame he had scored (won) tickets to.
	Dim motored past the bus and took a dirt road up into the hills…

 	Old abandoned mines, horse camps, and an old abandoned stagecoach stop made the area a haven for explorers—and those seeking solace from prying society.  Once off the main dirt road the trek to the back area to one of the abandoned mines was a bit of a trick but passable.  Dmitri had noted a pickup camper where the old stagecoach stop was and that had been Dim’s first choice but passed when he saw the truck.  No other vehicles didn’t appear to be about.

	His thoughts (and actions) were monstrous.
	He thought of the selection he could have with ALL the tykes in the school bus!  What ho!  That was mind boggling!  As many as thirty plus school children at his disposal!  Wow oh wow!  Girls, boys, didn’t matter.  Kindergarteners, first thru third graders—there were sometimes teenage helpers (girls mostly).
	The Little Green School House came to his mind, too—it was the main school for the mountain children.  That would be an interesting notion.  But to manage that he would have to have much more faith in his mind altering device.  Serious upgrades and more technology that was and wasn’t available.
	Anyways,
	Melody Sporknork and Toby Schittspants.  Two very adorable kids.  Dim’s mean streak was enhanced by his illicit lust.  Neither child was scared and their level of awareness was nil.  Off came their clothing; Dim’s, too.  He didn’t think or plan to do very much with the pair; no penetration certainly.  But there was something evil lurking in his demented soul; a desire.  An unnatural desire—just something he had to get out of his system.
	So, down to business.
	Once he himself was nude he hugged little Melody, kissed her and began fingering her delicate little poon.  Laying her out on the carpeted floor the fingering got intense.  More kissing and then down onto the girl’s very virgin pussy he went with those unnatural desires increasing.
	No penetration but a lot of rubbing.
	The little girl gave him curious looks but remained “unawares.”
	Dim licked and sucked on the child’s cunt before laying his cock against her sex and humping the slit there for several minutes.  Then he came.  The gusher was amazing as there was a LOT of it!  The release of his liquid love was more satisfying than he thought—prompting him to conceive the notion OF penetrating.  What would actually fucking the girl be like if just humping against her pussy gave him such pleasure?
	There wasn’t sufficient strength to get into the six year old’s pussy—or asshole.  There was, however, sufficiency to get into her mouth.  With subtle commands via the EMAD Dmitri got the girl to fondle his balls, wrap her fingers about his naughty dong, and suck him.  Little Tobby Schittspants got into the act, too—getting sucked on by his playmate, having his little ass rubbed (and then spanked) by naughty Dmitri, and then when his little dinky was hard was taught the fine art of fucking.
	It was quite the scene—six year old Toby on top of six year old Melody—fucking!  Toby, despite being merely six years young, did have a nifty little hard-on.  Boys of any age, including infant, could get and maintain boners.  Some boys of single digit age could also produce sperm!  It’s true!
	Natural instinct was with young Toby; he happily fucked Melody (with Dmitri’s schooling) and was hooked on the pleasure he got from doing so.  There was a little blood coating Toby’s cock and balls; Dim used Melody’s panties to clean the kids up then continued the extra curricular activities that included Melody sucking Toby’s cock and Toby licking out Melody’s pussy.
	Afterwards,

	His mind was filled with Melody and Toby.  They were young.  Young young.  Too young.  “out of training pants” but still—too young.  Was it lust?  A sickness?  An unnatural desire that refused to be satiated?  Questions or statements of facts?  
	Dim went for lust.  It was an overwhelming feeling like no other.  Undressing little Melody had thrilled him; made his balls tingle and a powerful surge of unique feelings in his bone.  The little girl was gorgeous—‘specially naked!  Licking on her pussy, her nipples, her face, all had increased his lust factor.  Lightly spanking her butt, fingering her pussy, and then grinding on her completed the sordid event.  But there was still heavy lusting to go.

*

And then this happened—
	From “Don’t Go There” Highway to Round Mountain Drop the roadway was questionable.  Very questionable—especially during and after a rainstorm.  But it was one of those roads that was useful in a pinch—like running from Revenuers and local law enforcing authorities.  There weren’t a lot of off-roads but the road was twisty, windy, sometimes not all there, and had killer switchbacks.
	A single lane hard packed dirt road made off from the desert back road that emptied into one of the two mining towns still in operation.  Randysburg and Joannestown were the two mining towns—Randysburg was the gold mining town while Joannestown was the silver mining town.  Randysburg had the smaller population but was more for tourist.  Joannestown was for people who wanted to be as far away from civilization as possible.
	After making a special delivery to an Indian friend in Randysburg, Dim settled at a malt shoppe therein and listened to the news on everyones lips.  Randysburg had less than a hundred full time residents; in the heyday it was a booming town with more than a thousand hearty residents; after the boom—not so much.  There was a post office but no school; no library, either.  A gift shop, a museum or two, a small hometown grocery and general store, and the café with a counter bar that served sandwiches and killer chili size dinners.
	And malted shakes, too!
	Taking up space in the corner by the old pot bellied stove, Dim settled to ease his ass and relax.  The interior of the place was filled with old mining tools, carts, rails, jars, saddles, pictures, newspapers, and everything else remotely interesting to tourists.
	But what was most interesting was what the tourists (and locals) were yapping about—the governor’s daughter.  The State’s Governor’s daughter eleven year old daughter had been kidnapped!  Amazing!  Outstanding!  What balls!  The Governor was a strong asshole of a man, didn’t take bullshit from anyone and was a hard ass/hard nose political leader.
	He was the State’s first black governor, too, by the way.
	After two more malted shakes, chili fries, and all the rest he needed it was time to mosey.  The state was in virtual uproar over the kidnapping with state militia and every nut with a gun out looking for a trendy low profile blue van with illegal tinted windows.  
	Outside, the one street and (main street) was filled with locals and tourists all yapping about the incident; lots of various vehicles—none were the aforementioned low profile blue van.  Dim’s non-company company van was a light green, full size, big ass windows legally tinted.  Dim fired up the fan and cruised out of town so-so making for home.  It had been a long couple of days.

	There was the main road into the mining town and a secondary road that went off to Joannestown.  Another main road split off at a great huge monolithic boulder that went off to a naval air station in the desert and a city that supported said naval air station.  Dmitri cruised the long boring desert road driving into the sun.  Coming up from a small hill in the road a glint of brightness blinded him.  And with the sunshine in his eyes, too, driving correctly was not good.  Dim hit the brakes as his mind had not seen any other motorists on the road with him so it was plausibly safe.
	The big heavy full sized van came to a screeching halt.
	After smoke from the tires cleared Dim saw the lone desert tree off to the right.  A huge-huge clearing there was—and the lone huge very green leafy tree he didn’t know what type it was but it was HUGE and all by itself.  There was a natural water spring deep underground that fed it and kept it alive thru the insanely intense summer months.
	There, too, was an underground sub-power station relay.
	Dim pulled up to the tree still recovering from the blinding light.
	Blinding light.
	What had blinded him?

	Getting out of the van, rubbing his eyes, he stepped off to where about he had been on the road and looked to where he thought the source would be.  At the edge of the huge open area there was a slight drop off.  As Dmitri began making his way slowly across the gravel where he saw what looked like tire tracks; skidded skidding tire tracks—
	“Is somebody there?” a voice called out from behind.
	Dim froze and looked all around (behind him) seeing only the sub-power station.  It was a huge transformer located some feet underground protected from vandalism by a huge chain link fence and a concrete boundary.  With slow steps and extreme caution he made his way to where he could just look down into the depths of the station.
	And there he saw a young black child.
	Oh shit.
	The girl was about eleven, naked, and looked more than frightened.
	“Are you Ingrid Damnson?”
	The frightened naked girl wept uncontrollably nodding mostly and trying unsuccessfully to climb out of the enclosure.  She could hardly speak she was so frightened.
	The chain link fence gate had a security control measure that had been compromised—it had been relocked but Dim was able to “unlock” it again (using some force of a crowbar.)  In doing so, though, an audible alert sound could be heard.  That was alarming—the alert would alert the power station company and someone would be along any minute—or two or three.
	With the gate open, Dim reached down and grabbed the naked black girl’s flailing arms—she was very desperate to get out of her would be dungeon.
	“How’d you get in there?” Dim had to ask.
	“A bad man!” the girl wailed.
	Of course!
	Carrying the frightened girl, Dmitri whisked her away from one den to another.
	“Stay here.” he told her as he placed her in his own van.  Then he returned to seeing what he could see at the end of the skid marks.  Hefting the crowbar Dim peered over the edge to see a new trendy van; blue, low profile with illegally tinted windows.  The van lay on its side with most of the windows broken.  The dust had settled and no one seemed to be about.  Carefully, Dim slipped down the van and up to the driver’s seat.

	Laying slumped to the passenger seat was a man, blond hair, mid thirties, dead-dead-dead.  What had happened had died with him.  Dim had no idea.  Had he gotten spooked?  Was there more than one person involved in the kidnapping of the Gov’s daughter?  Dim didn’t see any bullet wounds but as he lingered (too long) at the van he himself was getting spooked.

	When the sun drops in the West it goes fast.  Darkness descended upon the landscape and did so quickly.  From the crashed van Dim had retrieved some interesting items—and once he got started he just had to gather ALL the items and do a thorough search.  Then he searched the sub power station.
	Little Ingrid was still coping with her rescue; sniveling but calming down.
	Once all “items” had been confiscated it all points West thru the canyon and to the main desert highway; then south to the popular desert town where he stopped to get something from a drive-in.  Ingrid hid in the rear of the van on Dim’s suggestion that she might not be all that safe.  After getting the drive-in order he was off further south to a secret locale known only to him.
	Driving to the remote secret locale was a bit of a bitch—the road was not that good and made really only for 4-wheel drive enhanced vehicles.  But it was one of those “emergency” roads Dim used when a revenuer or some other law enforcing agent was on his tail.
	Ingrid was tired, naked, a little beaten up (spanked and abused other).  She consumed her meal and then curled up on Dim’s lap for comfort and security.  After she had gone to sound sleep she was moved to the bench seat and Dim took a better look at the confiscated “items” from the kidnapper’s van.
	Shoeboxes full of still photos and some CDs.
	The still photos were of Ingrid—explicit photos of the girl sucking the kidnapper’s cock; a face awash in sperm; her asshole squirting out cum; her ass being spanked HARD; her pussy oozing out rivers of spunk and so on.  Dim was impressed.   He didn’t know what the kidnapper’s intentions were, though.  Shock value?  Was there a possible ransom involved?  Was the kidnapper “getting back” at the man for something?
	Lots of questions—no answers.
	Hmmm, and did the kidnapper have a minding device?
	Shit.
	Ingrid seemed to be the only girl in the dozens of photos and on the CD where it was shown her being thoroughly abused sexually.  Dim felt that what was shown was possibly more than “shock value”.  Or maybe it was—we’ll never no.  The still pictures had been bundled with the CDs in several folders and the folders were pre-addressed to the governor’s house/state capital—and they were already pre-stamped, too!
*

	The driver’s license gave the man’s identity as Hunter Lickett.  He was in his mid thirties, dark hair, required corrective lenses, had a motorcycle endorsement, and no where near the stated weight and height.  A little over $200 in cash was in the wallet; no pictures of family, one standard bank credit card, SS card, and nothing else.
	Dim confiscated the instant photograph camera and video camera, then searched the van for the obvious minding device—and found it.  On the man’s wrist, it was much like a wrist watch, a diver’s watch but it wasn’t.  The crystal was cracked and the liquid-like gel inside was leaking out.
	Dim was definitely unsettled and did not touch the device.  Something had gone awry with the man’s EMAD—if that was what it was.  Dim wasn’t sure.  He was sure, though, that he needed to get the fuck out of the area.
	And so he did.
	Ingrid slept all the way back to the desert southbound town.

*

Debauchery most high
	The photos were for damn sure “shock value”; Ingrid, naked, on her knees, taking ALL of Hunter’s manly manhood.  There were photos of the girl standing, naked, and being fingered by the man who was also naked from behind her.  The photos of the girl being sodomized were blatant and for nothing more than for the pure value of shocking the girl’s governor daddy.
	Gobs of cum oozed out of the girl’s asshole, rivers of cum spilled out of her pussy.  Bent over and on her hands and knees she had been relentlessly spanked until her dark chocolate ass was a brilliant red.
	The man, Hunter, also seemed to delight in peeing on her; standing while the girl was on her knees, Hunter Lickett urinated all over Ingrid’s face—and then the rest of her body.  More shock value.
	The rest of the still photos were of Ingrid being licked out between her legs, fucked roughly between the legs, and fingered (roughly, between the legs.)  The video was pretty much the same; two CDs of Ingrid and Hunter; spanking, peeing, rape and sodomy.
	No ransom was asked for.
	No demands of a political nature were called for.
	Shock value—pure and simple.  If the man, Hunter Lickett, had other intentions or some vendetta against the girl’s daddy—it died with him.  Dim regarded the man; he had balls!  HUGE!  
*

	About an hour before daybreak and Dmitri dropped off into the mail slot a pre-posted “package.”  It was a risk returning to Randysburg, so he didn’t and made for the naval air station and the desert there next to it.  Then, while it was still dark enough—Dim placed a few photos of Ingrid and Hunter into some various mail slots around town; businesses, private homes, bus stop benches, on windshields, wherever.
	Afterwards, he couldn’t release the Governor’s daughter without enjoying her himself.  No spanking, no peeing on her.  Instead, he loved on her—and then, of course, in her.  Ingrid was totally out of it, mindless—Dim didn’t even have to use his own EMAD.  
	When his jolly time with Ingrid was done—her pussy and asshole filled to the max with his love juice, he douched her, applied a spermicide, and some other chemicals that would disrupt DNA testing, shaved what pubes she did have on her poon, then as the rays of the sun came up over the eastern range Dim placed the girl behind a large trash bin behind the local car dealership.
	Then he went to breakfast.

Along with debauchery—spying!
	There was possibly probably a plethora of interesting side events in Crestridge/US Naval Aeronautics Station.  It was a desert city of just over 25,000 peoples—most worked at the nearby Naval base in some fashion either In Service or as civilian.  It was high desert living; going northward a few miles were smaller desert towns, Indian towns, Indian casinos, and then larger populace towns regarded as small cities as was Crestridge was.  Further northward was major towns and major casinos.
	Little Melody was pushed away in his memory as was Ingrid; replaced by Hunter Ligget’s demise and Crestwood.  Dim hadn’t been to the high desert town and it possibly offered new adventure.  Possible and very probable.
	As morning became alive with sunshine and peoples going about their daily business, Dmitri also went about his business, too.  And it didn’t take him long to find something of interest.  One)  daddy with young-young daughter building a treehouse in backyard.  The “daddy” was a “stay at home” dad; the Mommy worked and had just pulled out of the driveway off to the daily grind.  The youn-young daughter, about six years, was a single child and very cute—brown hair in twin braids, and very cute all over.

	Daddy William was constructing a small treehouse for his daughter, “Suzie.”  The treehouse wasn’t far up in a backyard tree, just a few feet accessible by a short angled ladder.  The tree base was some five feet up from the ground and then branched out in all directions giving an excellent base for a platform and then the basic structure for a “house.”
	The walls were up, the floor, and roof; what was left was windows, painting, touch-ups of this and that.  The little girl happily “helped” her daddy whom she seemed to adore—as most young girls do.  Dim didn’t think much of what was going on—he was interested in the girl, though—as most perverts are.
	Then,
	Little Suzie went into the house—Dim followed figuring she was off to go to the bathroom or something.  Dim was too late to intervene to redirect the girl; by the time he got safely in the house unseen Suzie had prepared a snack treat—banana peanut butter sandwiches and fudge brownies.
	Dim let her be.  He wanted to see her naked, he desired to see her sitting on the toilet peeing.  He wanted desperately to finger her, spank her, lick her out between her legs, then lay his cock against her for a hearty hump followed by getting off into her mouth.
	After the Father and Daughter had had their midmorning snack the little girl sat on her Daddy’s lap and sang some childish song to him.  Daddy William held her hands and sang along with her.  It was picture perfect and nothing wrong with it.  At length, though, Will repositioned himself and laid down just inside the treehouse, little Suzie lay on him.  Nothing wrong with that, either.
	Dim had some difficulties maintaining his secrecy (unseen status).  To maintain invisibility to the Father and Daughter he had to forgo fucking with their minds.  And whether or not he was absolutely invisible to sight to anyone else remained to be seen.  He didn’t know.  The backyard was surrounded by brick fencing that was covered completely by ivy.  Trees and shrubs were everywhere else making absolute viewing (spying) into the backyard difficult—from ground level.  All the houses in the area were two story types so anyone with a nosey tendency could sneak a peek from their 2nd level room.
	Be that as it may,
	Dim eased his way closer to the treehouse and nonchalantly kept out of direct eyesight while he made EMAD to Father/Daughter contact.  He had already established a link to ensure his invisibility status but for mind dinking required a little more.  Dmitri found that he didn’t have to dink with the man’s mind too much, just enough to free him from his morals.  Being a “stay at home” daddy, William did the laundry, bathed Suzie, helped dress her, and clean up after her when she took ills.  Dim tried for Q&A:
	‘do you want to be naughty with your daughter?’
	“Yes!”
	Dim was pleased.  Will was afraid, however, of going too far.  Little Suzie adored him and he didn’t want to break that trust—or get caught.  Children had a tendency to repeat something they shouldn’t without knowing what they were repeating.  
	‘go ahead, rub her butt.’
	Will enthused by the EMAD and on his own will began caressing Suzie’s ass.  He shuddered as he rubbed, his unnatural desires that were usually curbed and checked fought to be released.  Will moved listlessly about some—little Suzie was positioned right on his manhood!
	‘go ahead, undo her pants—push them down!’
	Will hesitated but worked his hands under his “sleeping” daughter’s body and unfastened her jean’s snap.  Then, slowly, he pushed the kiddie jeans down releasing some of those pent up unnatural desires.  His hands returned to Suzie’s ass, now clad in basic white panties.  After a couple of minutes of smoothing his hand all over the six year old’s butt the panties were eased down, too.
	More copping of feeling.
	Will’s desire was increasing; the “want” on his face was classic.  The man’s hands began “feeling” of his daughter’s ass with much more intent.
	‘finger the hole.’
	Can do!
	Will expertly began probing his daughter’s virgin exit hole.  That only increased his unnatural desires—tenfold!  
	As Will’s breathing increased, the want exceedingly so, Suzie’s pants and panties were pushed off.  Then, with her legs straddling her Daddy, more caressing and how!  Will shuddered and the next step was a no brainer—
	‘whip it out!’
	So he did.
	Just undoing his pants and fishing out his manhood was all.  His heart rate went soaring as much as it did so when he went for a run or engaged sexually with his wife, wife’s sister, the teenage babysitter, secretary, and secretary’s teenage daughter.
	What a man!
	With hands on Suzie’s hips, Will grinded her against his increasing manhood.  His cock was right against her sex!  Somewhat satiated he let out his breath’s desire—it felt soooo good!  A hug there was, more ass groping, squeezing the cheeks, and an increase in deviant desires.
	Soon and little Suzie was nude.  She was laid out on her clothing with her naked Daddy seriously-seriously “rubbing” against her sex with strong-strong desires to fuck her.  His cock, however, was a little more than possible.
	Part masturbating, part humping, Will creamed his daughter’s pussy in mere minutes.  The release was utterly fantastic.  There was instant remorse for his actions, he broke down and held his still sleeping child to him.  Dim was unable to curb his emotions and so let him be.

	Two)  Daddy number two incident didn’t occur until that evening.  Meanwhile, a pair of grandpa-like figures did a little naughty business of their own—on their own.  One)  what the offense was was not known but it was interesting enough to warrant Dmitri’s attention.  Just a few blocks down from Will and Suzie was a nice moderate house where in a den were a grandfather and his young granddaughter.
	The den was a nautical theme; nets, rigging, bells, models of fishing boats, trawlers, mine sweepers, and liberty ships of the 1940s.  Pictures and other assorted arts & crafts decorated the room, along with a three-wall bookcase floor to ceiling.  A huge cherry oak desk occupied a lot of space with more brass bells, books, and model ships on top of it.
	Behind the desk sat a fairly large man, not in girth but just in general size.  He was in his late 60s, clean shaven, silver hair (and lots of it!)  He seemed jovial, easy to get along with sort of chap; had nice beaming eyes, a genuine smile, and a bit of naughtiness in his nautical demeanor.
	Also present was a young girl, she was ten—almost eleven, and big for her size but not out of proportion.  She stood nervously at the side of the big ornate desk; clad in a one piece overall, light blue, with a girlie tee-shirt underneath.  Raven dark hair, dark eyes, a well rounded face, all seriousness, she was an interesting girl.  And she seemed to be in a bit of trouble.
	What sort of trouble was unknown—er, well, what the “source” of the trouble was.  What KIND of trouble was evident—and Dmitri had just barely gotten a front seat to witness it.
	No one else was in the modern home; it was quaint and modern with the same nautical theme running throughout.  The backdoor was unlocked, crime was low level in the desert city—very little mayhem so peoples felt comfortable enough to leave the doors unlocked.  Humph!
	Traipsing thru the house Dim finally made his way to the den—only to be met by a heavy oak door—closed.  The EMAD was a fine machine but the heavy wooden door blocked its abilities to latch onto brain wave patterns.  Not to be foiled or put off by something potentially good.  
	When he heard the SMACK! he knew he was missing something good.
	Frustrated, Dim fumed then just made a noise against the door.  Then he hid behind the hall corner just in time.  The door opened and a somewhat bewildered Donald Worthmore stood still fussing with his clothing looking curiously about.
	“What is it, Grandpa?” asked April who held her overalls up with one hand.
	The old man looked cautiously around then decided there was nothing to get excited about and returned to the business at hand.  Dmitri sighed—he had a good lock on both and as Grandpa Donald returned to his desk—he left the door open.
	Once re-seated, Katey re-approached her Grandpa and released her grip on her overalls.  Grandpa Donald had on overalls as well, they were pushed down along with his crumpled underwear.  His manhood stood out quite well and there was even some seepage on the tip!  Katey looked to the grandfatherly cock—her face was still all serious.  After a moment, though, and no sighing or any emotion promoted, the young girl positioned herself across her Grandpa’s lap.
	Grandpa Donald smoothed his hand over his granddaughter’s ass, a little slap, some serious gouging right between the legs, then his fingers and yea his hand went inside the underwear squeezing the butt cheeks righteously.  April twisted a little but otherwise remained still.
	Then, down came the panties.
	Dim let out a sighing moan—that was a nice-nice ass.
	Donald Worthmore spanked the bare ass flesh of his granddaughter, not too hard but enough to jiggle the flesh and turn the lily white skin a slight shade of red.  April wiggled a little and received another smack to the ass.  Dim smiled was able to get in a little closer.  Donald had his thumb to April’s bung hole while his fingers dug into her cunny.
	Dim was well pleased.
	More spanking followed; not hard, but enough to turn the little girl’s bum bright red.  Then she was stood up, hugged, and April seemed “ok.”  Dim had to wonder if the man had some sort of electrical power over her or something else?
	After the hugging the girl was examined—Donald leaning back and eyeing the girl’s somewhat flat chest and then her “naughty bits.”  Donald’s own “naughty bit” was flag staff hard.  April reached out to it and not only “touched it” but stroked it!  She did!
	Dim had a “backside” view but feared moving around too much—there was a strain of maintaining invisibility—staying put helped ease that strain.  April stepped out of her clothes, pulled off her simple top and was completely nude.  Her Grandpa beamed and caressed her bare ass, smoothed his hand up and down her thighs.  Then, April, on her own, moved to sit on her Grandpa’s lap.  From there, she settled onto his lap taking his manhood right into her!
	The two hugged; Grandpa Donald cupped her ass and lovemaking began.
	And Dim was pleased.
	Afterwards,

	April picked up her clothes and left the room.  Grandpa Donald pulled up his clothes but didn’t fasten them.  He left the room for his bedroom down the hall.  Moments later and he was in the shower therein.  April was in the hall bathroom.  Dim let go the mind link to the grandpa and made for the hall bathroom.  The door wasn’t lock and inside he made his way.  April was in the shower, one with one of those vinyl curtain things.  Dim’s dick was hard as a rock and needed relief—soon!
	That “soon” came as April exited the shower.  Dim watched her dry off—she still maintained a face of seriousness and it seemed to be her persona.  After drying and brushing her hair—she stood still so as her Visitor could get a real good looksee at her.  A look, a gander, a perusal and then a hug.  A hug, a feel, a caress and down onto the floor.
	It was good lovemaking on the bathroom floor; Dim’s dick swelled nicely in the girl’s young cunt and there was good exuberance (on Dim’s part) as he reached the heavenly plateau called orgasm.  The shooting sperm thru his pud tingled and felt extraordinarily good.
	After cumming off, he sighed, and suckled on the girl’s barely there nipples, cupped her ass and then her whole body before getting a strange feeling.  A sixth sense?  It wasn’t foreboding but it was close.  The perception uneased him and he left the young girl on the floor dripping cum as he went.  Out into the hallway looking one way and then the other with hardly a care to the fact of whether or not he was invisible to sight.
	A door was ajar and activity was going on beyond.
	The room (beyond the door ajar) was semi dark; on a single sized bed against a wall was a wee child—about six years young.  The room was warm, mostly dark, with a few hand paintings the child on the bed had made, various sized stuffed toy plush animals all over the place, a humidifier and the naughty Grandpa at the child’s bedside.
	The child, Alicia, was ill and doped up on medications.  The naughty Grandpa gently and carefully lowered the bed covers covering the child’s body.  He paused a moment then raised the yellowy nightgown of the child all the way up to her chest.
	Another pause followed and then down came Alicia’s panties.
	Dmitri slowly and very-very carefully eased into the room to get a better view.  Grandpa Donald was all attentive to his young granddaughter—too attentive.  Dim was, too.  that plays a part here in just a moment
	With the panties down at the granddaughter’s ankles, Donald hooked and raised the child’s legs.  His cool eyes locked like lazers onto Alicia’s pussy; one hand held the child’s legs aloft while the other smoothed her thighs.  A moment of this and the legs were let down and the panties removed.

	With a lust driven urge, Grandpa Donald began fingering Alicia’s pussy.  That only led to the naughty grandpa standing up and shucking his common overalls and underwear.  His cock was mighty hard and onto the bed he went with it.  Cum was already dripping from the piss slit as he laid it against Alicia’s cunt.  Dim was awed at the man’s impudence; he began to grind, taking the head of his cock and gliding it up and down the child’s slit masturbating as he did so until finally unleashing a torrent of cum.
	Suddenly, here it comes, the door opened wide and there stood a naked April.  Donald looked to her and Dim reared back.  ‘sonofabitch!’ the girl was armed with a small caliber handgun.
	Donald didn’t get to say word one—April brought the household .28 caliber handgun up level saying “I told you to leave her alone.” and pulled the trigger.
	Damn!  Didn’t see that one coming.
	It was by proxy, April would allow her naughty Grandpa to have his way with her in place of leaving Alicia alone.  He failed to stay to that proxy commitment so April blew his fucking brains out.  One shot—one dead grandpa.  Little Alicia didn’t even budge.  The grandpa fell to the floor with a thud and April stood there in some shock—but with her deadface persona it was hard to tell her emotions one way or another.
	A knock came to the front door—April remained standing totally still.  Dim remained still, too.  A voice began to call—someone was in the house, a female voice calling for Donald “is everything alright?”
	No.
	Dim held his breath and felt the need to take a wicked piss.  He was amazed at how April had taken such a dead shot—right straight thru Donald’s head.  The smell of the blood and brains was beginning to be a bit much—kind of like a cat’s kitty litter box but ten times as worse.
	Then,
	“Oh my God!” the female voice said as she apparently saw the naked April standing nakedly in the hallway with her arm straight out bearing the handgun.
	“What in the world?”
	And the woman, a neighbor, came into view seeing “what was what.”
	She panicked and stumbled backwards gasping for air.
	April remained completely still.
	The woman let out a scream and then ran out of the house.
	Dim, naked, waited a moment and then made his move.
	Grabbing his clothes from the bathroom, Dim dressed and then amscrayed just a the sirens came to bear.  He was shaken by the incident and didn’t think anything could unshake him.  He was, of course, wrong.

A naughty grandpa who doesn’t get shot
	Later that afternoon
	Still bothered by the events of April blowing away her Grandpa Donald, Dim walked down a shady street.  Trees lined the middle of the street as well as the sidewalks.  All the homes were quaint to quintessential Americana type homes with trees, well manicured lawns, shrubs, and American flags.
	At one particular house Dmitri got another “feeling.”  A sixth sense type feeling, the one earlier at the Worthmore house had been disturbing.  The new feeling was different.  Going to the alley Dim firstly found a young-young little girl ALL BY HERSELF playing in the alley.
	That wayward mean streak returned.
	Cute little kid, needed to have her face washed, carrying a beat up rag doll, wore a short summery dress and was unafraid of strangers.  Very easily and without much aid of the electronic device Dim had come to rely on the little unafraid girl was led into the den of iniquity—or the thick heavy laden ivy clinging to the cinder block wall.  The area kids, boys mainly, had made the interior of the ivy a sort of fort of sorts.  It was roomy, cluttered with tires, mattresses, boxes, ice chests, and so on.
	Dmitri knew that he probably should chill out and NOT pursue his lustful desires.  Probably—but not likely.  Off came the dress and down came the panties.  the dress was a little dingy and smudged with grass strains; the panties were crumbled, a size too big, and “stained” as well.
	It didn’t take long before Dim determined that something was a little off with the young girl; she didn’t speak for one—she only laughed or giggled.  While examining the child as she lay out on one of the dirty mattresses it was further determined that she was not quite a virgin.
	Dim cemented that notion by inserting his examination probe…

	What was it with grandpas?  Just down a block from where the naked Emily had gotten Dim’s special attention and there was another grandpa-like figure going above and beyond the loving grandpa.  In a cluttered “family room” the balding man who was a member of a Christian motorcycle society (gang) seriously humped the ass of his twelve year old granddaughter, Brianna.
	Eight year old Samantha was beside them—also naked.
	The room was closed from outside viewing; there was a large fish tank on a desk, lots of bookshelves, finger paintings, easels for paintings, and all sorts of board games and puzzles.  Grandpa Charlie Ceebrick was in granddaughter Brianna’s asshole—fully and deeply.  Hands on the girl’s hips he humped a good hump striving desperately to get his nut.  Brianna lay with her head in a mass of bedding throws and sleeping bags.
	Grandpa Charlie DID get his nut—and boisterously announced it, too!
	Brianna fell away grabbing and rubbing her ass; gushers of grandpa cum oozed and blasted out of her well fucked hole.  She didn’t seem distressed or put off and was a little like April in being of serious face.  Charlie patted Brianna’s ass; she lay on her side but then rolled to her backside opening her legs.  She wasn’t a virgin.  Charlie’s cock steamed and he wiped it with a handy-dandy cleansing cloth used for sensitive skin or infants. 
	Little Samantha lay with her head down—ass up.  She was all giggles and apparently ok with being naked and in the company of her naked Grandpa.  Brianna had jet black hair while Samantha’s hair was of a golden color.  Neither girl really looked like the other in any resemblance factor at all.
	After cleaning his naughty grandpa pud he continued commencing with naughtiness of fingering Samantha’s ass and hole.  While he had put it to Brianna he had been fingering little Samantha all the while, too—well, up until the point of ecstasy.
	After some serious anal plunging the little girl fell to her side and then onto her back whereas Charlie then “went down” on her.  Brianna continued to be like April Worthmore-exhibiting no emotions one way or the other to indicate her exact mood.  She lay fingering herself, though.
	After much licking, munching, tickling, sucking, and so on of little Samantha, Grandpa Charlie positioned himself on top of her with his grandpa cock right on her sex!  Brianna continued to only finger herself and watch.  Samantha giggled and opened her legs as wide as possible.  Charlie pushed the head of his cock into her sex and began fucking.
	Just the head and a bit of shaft entered the girl’s pussy.
	Shameful!  And a Christian, too!
	But just the head (and a bit of shaft)—he didn’t be monstrous and fully plunge into her young sex his cock.  Not like Dmitri had with the little girl in the alley.  Charlie pulled out of Sam’s snatch and finished off by simple masturbating and subsequently ejaculating coating thoroughly the little granddaughter’s cunt.
	The three then scampered to the bathroom whereupon they enjoyed continued sexual antics in the large whirlpool bathtub.  What ho!  What fun!  Brianna finally showed some delight in her face as she played in the fancy water.  The three made quite a mess but apparently it was “well worth it.”
	Dim dismissed himself and went on to something else.

Something else
	That Sixth Sense was beginning to become annoying—but nonetheless fruitful.  Not far from the last naughty grandpa and there was a naughty daddy in training.  In training as his naughtiness was curbed and hidden in the closet.
	That was until Dmitri Tsugua came along.
	Little Marcy Hardlicum was in trouble—again.  Pushing a kid at school, a bad report card, lying, back talking, bed wetting, skipping chores, all were punishable and punishable by a good spanking.  Marcy’s latest punishable by spanking was harboring a naughty magazine—one of those very explicit type naughty magazines.  And it was her Mom who had caught her and ratted her out.  Marcy’s Mom was one of those non-disciplinarians but was happy to let someone else (with a heavier hand) do the honors.
	Alden Hardlicum, Marcy’s dear Daddy, came home from a tough day at work to get the latest on his misbehaving daughter.  The Mommy handed over the offensive magazine and the Daddy looked it over, frowned, shook his head, and took his grumph to his daughter waiting for him in her bedroom.
	Dim followed along, too.
	Once inside, he looked fumingly to his young one and only child; Alden wasn’t too tall, a little more rounder than most men, crunched numbers for a large accounting firm, played golf for exercise and seemed a decent man.  Dim wrinkled his nose—‘we’ll see about that.’
	“Take ‘em down.” the Daddy said.
	Marcy gulped and unhitched her typical jeans of blue and pushed them down.  Daddy Alden turned his daughter to her bed and positioned her thereon; she wore bright yellow panties with little daisies and duckies all over them.  His hand swiftly came to bear smacking the daughter’s ass.  Marcy clenched tightly but didn’t cry out.
	Another smack came followed by another.
	‘do you have a hard-on?’
	The smacking ceased and Alden stood up with perplexed face.
	Marcy clenched her little hands, wriggled on the bed, and whimpered.
	Alden had a slight boner.
	‘ever spank your daughter—bare ass?’
	“No.” Alden answered aloud.
	‘ever give your daughter a bath?’
	“No.” he answered aloud again.
	‘would you like to finger your daughter’s pussy?’
	Alden stood upright blinking his eyes excessively; his boner growing.
	‘take ‘em down.’
	Alden hesitated a mere half moment then slipped a hand inside Marcy’s panties and pushed them down.  Marcy wrenched her head around to see what her Daddy was doing.  This was serious!  “DADDY!” she cried out finally.
	Alden pushed the yellow duckie panties down to the girl’s ankles then smoothed his hand over her ass that was just a slight shade of red.  Then,
	SMACK!
	A nice hard one.
	Marcy wriggled and danced her feet at the skin-to-skin smack.
	Another SMACK! came and little Marcy’s mouth undulated.
	‘finger the hole.’
	Alden blinked his eyes but then cocked his head and “touched” his daughter’s virgin asshole.
	‘finger it.’
	Alden began slightly working his finger to his child’s crap chute causing the young girl to freak out a little more and her Daddy to get an even stronger boner.
	‘put her up on the bed,’ Dim suggested (strongly) ass up and head down.’
	Compliance!
	Marcy wept haltingly asking “Daddy, what are you doing?”
	SMACK!  followed by an eye-to-asshole exam; also, eye-to-pussy.
	‘finger her pussy.’
	Alden was sweat profusely by this time and his cock in serious ache.
	‘take out your cock—rub it on her ass.’
	Alden gulped, wiped the sweat from his brow; then, nervously, unleashed the beast.  He did!  It was of average size—nothing to get excited about.  And hard.  Very-very hard and seemed to get harder (and longer) as he rubbed it against Marcy’s ass—right up the crack, poking the hole, brushing against the sex, and all over both cheeks.
	Then,
	Marcy turned around.  Her Daddy was still befuddled (and then some) and fully aware of what he had been doing.  He watched in utter awe as his naked daughter gripped his dick firmly with both hands and with her young tender ass searing she KISSED the head of his manly manhood.  She did!
	Then,
	The helmet disappeared into the girl’s mouth and Daddy Alden let out a moan.  A satisfying moan.  Had Marcy been a little older, twelve at least, she may have been able to gobble to whole dong.   But at eight years young sucking in the head of a man’s cock and half an inch of shaft was about it.  But it was satisfying enough for Alden who began to masturbate.  Soon and Alden’s cock was pressing all over his daughter’s face; skull fucking!  Macy clutched his balls and suckled on his shaft.  This soon led to Marcy laying down and still clothed Daddy laying on her grinding his cock against her pussy.
	‘up the ass.’
	For this, Marcy was turned over, ass up, head down.  Alden fingered Marcy’s hole, kissed and then licked said hole, then inserted his cock.  Just the head made entry—but it was enough.  Then,
	The Wife, upon hearing no more SMACK! opened the door.
	And there on the bed was her hubby and naked daughter with hubby’s penis part way into daughter’s ass.  The woman couldn’t even speak, she gasped for breath, then stumbled forward with eyes blaring and face full of shock.  As she collapsed to the floor she muttered “You bastard!”
	Didn’t see that one, either.

*

Happenstance happens
	They may or may not have been overlooked had it not been for their attire.  Three young girls in very nice Church clothing got Dmitri Tsugua’s attention.  And how!  The clothing was “choir” type dresses, very-very nice dresses; with hair adornments, flowery bracelets, the works.  The youngest was the prettiest (of course) and she was about seven; the middle girl was about eight years young while the oldest of the trio was approximately twelve.
	There were other girls but none as “fancy” as the Trio.  A teenage girl at least fourteen caught Dim’s eye.  Some wee little ones ran amok, boys and girls alike doing what wee little boys and girls alike do; some older adults tried to curtail the running amok little ones of which the little ones in question thought there was a game afoot.  Chaos soon came to be and an “opportunity” presented itself.

	Stephanie Peeass, Rachel Yanktwist, Bonnie Furcrazy, Lucy Mirrorez
	Justin Voxmoor and Adam Poopsumore
	Stephanie was a sweet girl of twelve, kind of plain, kind of tall, thin build, pleasingly small breasts, with a nice glow about her; good skin, well manicured, well mannered, pretty girl over all.  Rachel Yanktwist was seven years young, had braces, a wondrous voice for singing, glasses, and looked marvelous in her green dress outfit, matching earrings, and green eyes.  Eight year old Bonnie had delicious golden hair, very styled, a reddish hue to her fancy choir dress, and gas.
	Lucy Mirrorez was the oldest of the group; she was fourteen years young, of Mexican heritage, dark hair, brown eyes, big tits.  A nice slim body and those big titties were not out of proportion.  She had small teeth and a nice face on the whole.
	The two boys were along for the ride—and the whim of their mind controller.  Justin had a nice boyish face, he was twelve with lots of blond hair, curiosity abounding, a little naïve, and a possible boner growing in his dress slacks.  The other boy, Adam, was a mere seven years young with flaming red hair, a very round face, and had just farted when Dmitri “acquired” him.

	It was a whim.  A desire unnatural.  Something to get out of his system.  It was the overpowerment of the damnedable EMAD.  Dmitri knew (and realized) that he was a victim of the minding device; he was a slave.  If not for the electronic mind altering device—then no, no he would have not engaged in all the sordid forays he had indulged in.  No way—no how.  He would not have had the means to engage with anyone anyway anyhow.  No invisibility, no spying, no sexual conquests.
	Life would have been pretty damn boring and definitely unexciting.
	(and this story would have been a hell of a lot shorter!)

	A two hour ride up into the nearby mountains where it was not only dark but DAMN DARK.  Not even the headlights on High Beam were enough to push away the inky bleakness.  But at the designated spot Dim had previously checked out for security reasons and deemed it to be adequate he made the stop.  The air was a little cool, it was dark and then some, and a whole lot spooky.  
	There were no homes anywhere near.  No campgrounds.  Just a whole lot of wilderness with a creek running thru the middle of the twin peak mountains; one peak came to top off at 7,000 feet while the other was a few feet shorter.  It was better during the day; but at night, though—there was those stars.  The Constellations really stood out and for a time there was nothing more captivating.
	Then,
	Little Rachel had peed herself—so had young Adam.
	Stephanie, Rachel, Bonnie and Adam were pretty much under the influence of the damnedable electronic mind washer, Lucy and Justin—not so much.  The EMAD could curtail them and did manage to hold them but their awareness level was more than usual.  Still, though, they knew that they had been kidnapped and possibly for the purposes of sexual depravity at the hands of said kidnapper.
	The sliding door opened and good fresh mountain air came in.  Dmitri didn’t like too much the interior light as light in such remote darkness could be seen for miles.  One at a time the kidnapped were brought out.
	“Take off your clothes.” they were told.
	Lucy froze, mouth open, eyes wide.  She breathed hard but slowly complied.  Partly due to the influence of Dim’s EMAD and partly out of fear.  Her very nice Sunday choir dress was a little complicated, along with underclothes and shoes.  The girl sighed, Dmitri sat on the step inset of the van, Justin Voxmoor sitting with him while the others remained inside—waiting.
	Lucy stood nervously in her panties of powder blue and basic white half cup bra.  She looked nice.  Bikini panties, too!
	‘take ‘em down.’ Dim minded.
	Slowly—but surely, the fourteen year old eased her panties down.
	Young Justin’s eyes were all glued tightly to Lucy’s nakedness.
	“Never seen a girl naked before?” Dim asked casually.
	“Nope.” Answered Justin trutfully.
	After Lucy dropped her bra she stood tensely partly shielding her nakedness until Dim shook his head saying “hands to your side.”  Not a bad looking girl, a few inches taller than most girls in her age group, slim enough, nice big bouncy melons, thick rich dark hair, and just a little thin patch of pubes.
	The girl shaved her snatch along with her legs and arm pits.
	“Gotta pee?” Dim asked out.
	“Yes!” Justin said exuberantly.
	Lucy did, too.
	“Take off YOUR clothes!” Dim told Justin.
	Justin hesitated but got out of his Monkey Suit—aka superior dress special suit.  Meanwhile, Lucy was directed to stand away from her cast off clothing,
	“…spread your legs—and pee.”
	Lucy had a bit of emotional fight but managed; pursing her lips she side stepped away from her clothes, clenched her fists, and “spread her legs.”  The peeing came in a gusher and there was a lot of it.  Followed by a sudden release of gas.
	It was embarrassing to be naked in front of the kidnapper and Justin; it was doubly embarrassing to have to pee in front of them.  Breaking wind was in an embarrassing category by itself.
	Justin got out of his clothes with the help of Lucy.  Dim smiled big watching the two; the Suit the boy wore was just as cumbersome as was Lucy’s multi layered dress.  When the boy was down to his underwear, though—Lucy stopped helping.
	“Go ahead, Luce,” Dim said, “take ‘em down.”
	Justin had at the beginning (when Lucy was undressing and peeing) a significant boner.)  When the undressing of himself came to be his erection waned and therefore not so much.  The cold mountain air also played a part in diminishing his stiffy.
	He peed a good piss, farted, then climbed back into the van where it was a little warmer—out of the mountain air breeze anyways.  Lucy followed.  Looking over the others, Dim pulled Adam up and out, then had Lucy come back out to undress him.  The others also filed out to undress, stand naked, and pee.
	Once filed back in there were free sodas and snacks passed around and the sliding door closed—the bite of the cold mountain air a bit much.  The “awareness” level was kicked up a little; and with that—the embarrassment awareness was more known, too.  

	For his perusal (and amusement) Dmitri had the “acquired ones” stand.
	Then, each one got his attention for at least a minute or so—the girls moreso than the boys.  The girls then were turned around and the Acquiring One examined their asses—with his eyes and then his hand.  Stephanie clenched up as Dim’s hand came to smooth over her ass.  He patted the girl’s ass and had her “bend over” and spread her own cheeks.  And after eyeing her hole and associated dick trench she was directed to her knees, ass to her heels, head down in a sort of gymnastic position.
	Lucy glared at Dim even more when he did likewise to seven year old Rachel—and then Bonnie.  Lucy got the same treatment—plus a little more.  A little spank and then a fingering of the vagina thru the between the legs before she assumed the gymnastic position on her knees.
	That left Justin and Adam.
	Adam was a cutie pie boy; very naïve, very cute.  He had flaming red hair, very blue eyes, lily white body.  Dmitri fondled the boy’s bare balls and tugged on his little penis—much to the dismay of Lucy and Justin.  And Justin—speaking of, had a boner!
	‘you like seeing the girls?’
	Justin nodded, smiled big, blushed bigger, and got a more pronounced boner.
	After tugging on Justin’s pud,
	“Come here.” Dim said to Lucy.
	Partly by his forceful voice and partly by the electronic mind hold on the girl, Lucy came over to Dim and Justin—she tried to avoid looking at Justin’s erection but—
	“Play with it.” she was told.
	Lucy gulped—and exhibited a face of unsureness.  ‘play with it?’
	“Grip it with your fingers—tug on it, cup the balls, play with it.” Dim schooled.  The girl was very embarrassed but did as told.  It wasn’t so bad but she would have preferred to do something like that without an audience.  Dim took the moment to undress and have the embarrassed girl “play” with HIS cock (and balls.)
	That was followed up by sucking.
	Justin had never-ever been sucked before.  Justin had never-ever knew that it was common practice.  Justin was sold, hooked, enthused.  Lucy?  Not so much.  She retched as she “went down” on Justin’s schlong; she gagged as she slurped on Dmitri’s bone.
	After wiping his cock of slobbers, and Justin, too; Stephanie came to participate in the fine art of Cock Sucking 101.  Lucy begged with her face ‘please don’t!’ but Dim smiled back at her ‘it’s only the beginning.’

	Stephanie retched on Justin’s bone and heaved on gobbling Dmitri’s.
	Lucy sucked on young Adam’s cock before laying down and fingering herself.  After Rachel and then Bonnie sucked on Justin’s cock, Justin laid Lucy.  Lucy was not a virgin—under interrogation she admitted to having sex when she was twelve with her cousin—they had both just turned twelve and it was a birthday present.  A One Time Fuck.
	Justin took to fucking like he knew how.
	Dmitri spanked his bare pumping butt as he fucked like he knew how.
	Lucy wrestled with emotions—it felt kinda good; but it was wrong.
	Justin went three whole minutes before unleashing a torrent of pre-teen boy cum.  He was hooked.  ‘that felt awesome!’  he knew that sexual engagement with Lucy was wrong (sort of) but under the circumstances being “forced” into the act superseded the wrongness.  ‘just go with the flow.’
	Dim wasn’t waiting and took his turn with Lucy bringing the young delectable teen to a new level of sexual awareness she hadn’t been aware of.  She was kinda hooked, too.  
	Stephanie got a little emotional—which caused Rachel and Bonnie to get emotional which caused Dmitri to downgrade their awareness status.  It was preferred that they BE more aware thusly being more lively but the out of control emotions was too much—interrupted the festivities!
	After more calm—Stephanie sucked on Dim’s cock, Justin, and Adam.
	Lucy looked on in disbelief—her awareness level hadn’t been altered.
	After sucking, Stephanie laid out on the carpeting, legs open, and was eaten out by Dmitri, Justin, and Adam.  Stephanie had never been fingered “there” let alone licked (eaten) out.  Dmitri shoved a finger into her asshole as well as her virgin cunt.  He licked it completely, sucking on it, driving his wicked tongue into the tight crevice and managed somehow not to shove his fuck stick into her.  That he left for Justin.
	As Justin fucked Stephanie—Dim spanked him, clutched his balls up between his legs and had the others (save Lucy) watch Up Close and Personal from behind.  Justin went four minutes before giving up another luscious load of spunk.  His cock was coating in sperm and blood which was gross.  After cleansing both Justin and Stephanie—
	Dmitri’s tongue tongued out Rachel and then Bonnie.
	Seven year old Rachel was a virgin—and at seven she should be.  A delicious little body; Dim admired her, humped his cock against her very virgin pussy, spilled his seed, and had Lucy lick the girl’s pussy clean.  As she did so—Justin sodomized her.

	Young Adam got dibs on Rachel, he had an amazing little hard-on and like with Justin, Dim spanked him and played with his hairless nuggets whilst he fucked.  He seemed to like it; he giggled as he pumped with his young pud slipping out quite often.  There was tremendous pleasure from the deed and after much humping he went on to bone Bonnie.
	Meanwhile,
	Justin fucked Rachel, got his butt spanked, and creamed the girl in just under two minutes.
	“It’s on fire!” the boy announced after he pulled out.  There was no downsizing of Justin’s cock after fucking and cumming; the naked youth sat up against the wall of the van holding his seriously aching cock cringing and dabbling between “DAMN!  THAT FELT GOOD!” and “DAMN!  THAT HURTS!”
	Dim entered the young girl giving her a hell of a fuck for several minutes.
	A clear sticky mucus-like substance was expelled from his cock after five minutes of seriously pounding Rachel’s snatch.  Dim thought he was going to pass out and finally had to open the sliding door for some air.  His cock, like Justin’s, ached and ached terribly.
	Rachel’s cunt was also in peril.
	Then—there was a bear in their midst.
	A bear!
	Oh my!