August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Fifty Six
And Now Something Completely Different
(nah, not really)

Pussies Cocks and Bears—oh my!
	JC McAddams found the grizzly cub in peril; a forest fire.  For years and years thereafter the self made mountain man raised the grizzly; caring and nurturing the grizzly he called Big Paw.  Fittingly, when some ten years later, Big Paw slapped JC McAddams when they were fishing knocking JC senseless.  When the senseless JC wouldn’t let go of the big salmon he had just caught—Big Paw brained him again snapping his neck.
	It was a bad rap Smokey got for the little mishap in Gorge Canyon; while on patrol for fires and fire starters, careless campers, Smokey wandered into a marijuana zone where it took little time for the ranger’s companion and spokesanimal for the forestry service to get high.  Thereafter, he got the munchies and those poor unfortunate campers sleeping in their sleeping bags…
	Another unfortunate rap befell Papa Bear when after that girl with the golden hair pulled a home invasion.  She was so high from smoking some shrooms she got a bad case of the munchies and cleaned out the Bear’s pantry.  Then, she rearranged the living room furniture and took a big dump on the Bear family rug.  Afterwards, she crashed in the Bear family bedroom.  Goldie crapped on Papa Bear’s bed, used Momma Bear’s bedding to cover it up and finally crashed on Baby Bear’s bed—where the Bear family found her.
	Papa Bear was furious but Momma Bear calmed him and Baby Bear was willing to let it be and send the blond girl home.  Upon awakening, Goldie Locks freaked the fuck out screaming “What the fuck!?”  “What are you doing?”  “Don’t touch me!”  “It’s fucking animals like you making it bad for all the other good animals in the forest!”  “You’re an embarrassment to the forest kind!”  “If you get gangbanged by Red’s Wolf pack it’ll be YOUR fault!”  “You fucking bears are the cause of all the fires in the forest!”
	And there was more but the Blue the Jay ran out of bark to transcribe on.  What reportedly DID happen nextly in the Bear’s bedroom—well, Blue the Jay went on for therapy for years thereafter.  Reportedly, Papa Bear grabbed Goldie reportedly to toss her out the window sending her on her way.  However, in his attempt to hurl the blond offensively ranting girl he snagged the bedding of which Goldie had used to cover up what she did to his bed.
	Papa Bear slipped on the shit sending Goldie flying into Baby Bear who fell onto his wooden wagon breaking it.  Baby Bear began to cry bringing Papa Bear to an almost enraged state.  But still, it was Momma Bear who instilled calmness.  But Goldie Locks was one who refused to be “calm” and continued her ranting banter putting down Momma Bear in regards to something about her “exaggerated” titties.
	SLAP! Momma bear slapped the boisterous human girl of which the girl screamed that she would call FCP (Forest Child Police).  Baby Bear jumped up to defend his Momma to wit Goldie chastised the young bear about his diminutive size and all the forest animals mocked him—and she mocked him, too.
	“Bitch needs a spankin’!” exclaimed Momma Bear.
	Papa Bear smiled and quick as a wink grabbed the unruly golden haired human and jammed her up against the bed she had crapped in.  Momma Bear yanked up the bedraggled girl’s multi layered dress and Baby Bear yanked down her underwear.
	Blue Jay had run out of bark to write on but Woody Pecker tapped out for all the forest to know—the human bitch with the golden hair was getting spanked!  Papa Bear firstly used his big hairy beary paw to land the first few spanks.  Twelve year old Goldie tapped her feet and made screams into the fecal mass of her own making thoroughly soiling her “golden hair.”
	Papa Bear’s hand wore out just as Goldie’s lily white ass turned vine ripened tomato red.  So he got out his belt and continued until his arm wore out.  Then—THEN enthused by the abuse he was doiling “whipped it out.”
	“Whipped “what” out?”
	His dick.
	His big bear dick.
	Momma Bear laid her bulk across the human girl’s backside pinning her to the soiled bedding—there was a slight delight of glee if not satisfaction on her ursine face.  Papa Bear grunted as he penetrated the disruptive human.  Baby Bear cried out “OH BOY!”  “WOW!”  and “GO PAPA, GO!” and jumped around clapping his hands and dancing.
	Goldie was never quite the same after that.
	Papa Bear got ten years; Momma Bear and Baby left the forest and Blue Jay started up a gossip and advice column on the Daily Wood.  No humans ever returned to that area of the forest and that suited the inhabitants therein just fine.

	Two sodas, a bottle of water, and wait a few minutes and the “urge” to get rid of the two sodas and bottle of water came asunder.  Watching the likes of Justin and Adam pee wasn’t as thrilling as watching the likes of Stephanie, Rachel, Bonnie, and Lucy.  Much more thrilling!  Much!
	Hours into the new day and hours away from the bear who had come to see what the naughty naked humans were doing, Stephanie stood with her young legs apart pissing out a storm—and farting.  She didn’t like peeing in front of everybody and liked less having to rip a toot.  She did as she was told—the EMAD controlling her mind had ushered in a new nuance of particularities.  The twelve year old, like the others with her, was “herself” essentially but along with her full awareness she was “controlled”; obedience.  Although one part of her young pre-teen mind knew what she was told to do was horrible, horrendous, out of the question, illicit, immoral, disgusting, etc—the other part of her obeyed almost without question.  It was a follow thru that just simply could not be stopped.
	After her hearty morning piss,
	“Rub your ass.”
	Stephanie felt emotions coming on but they were suddenly nipped and her hands went to her lovely ass and “rubbed.”  The morning sun was warm to her skin, she was stark naked, and everyone with her sat at the open door of the van watching her.
	Then,
	“Go sit on the stump.”
	Stephanie sighed and stepped away from the puddle she had made and walked nakedly to the nearby stump.  She huddled there, bending forward some trying to shield her nakedness and unable to help but be consumed with embarrassment.
	Rachel was up next; the cute seven year old had drank down three sodas along with snack treats designed for breakfast noshing on the go.  She really had to go and be damned the embarrassment—she was already passed that.  Standing out in front of everyone, legs spread wide apart she let her bladder go and there was SUCH relief!
	She then went over to the stump Stephanie sat on and they shared space.
	Bonnie had drank down one soda and in five minutes had to “go.”  She also had to poop which was a little more than she wanted to share in front of her friends; but she had no choice.  Standing a little further away like at the edge of where the grasses were the girl stood, bent over, spread her legs and grunted as she did both Number One AND Number Two.
	Dmitri plucked out of the passenger’s side door cubby hole a roll of TP and “wiped” the girl clean himself.  She was emotional and required firstly a hug and then a swift swat to the bare ass.  Still sniveling but under control she was perched on a log by the stump where the first two girls sat.
	Mary knew what the purposes of “drinking” the offered sodas and water and tried to hold her need—but agony overcame the embarrassment and “might as well” became the norm.
	Afterwards,
	Dmitri strolled to the girl, playing with his overworked—over played with cock and stood before the fourteen year old.  She had peed a good piss, farted, and like the others, rubbed her ass AND fingered her pussy before one and all who were present.  Dim’s dick was—well, worn out.  But it stiffened just the same.  The sun was rising and there were things to do—finish up business with the current group, get the fuck home, take his dad to a ballgame, and go to the Junior/Senior Prom!
	“Suck me.”
	Lucy batted her eyes and conveyed “Asshole!” without speaking.  She did, though, move down to her knees.  Dim’s cock was hard, steaming, aching.  He waggled the monstrous schlong and Lucy put her lips to the tip.  With his hand behind her head there was a gentle “push” and the fourteen year old accepted cock into her mouth.
	The rest of the group sat with mouths agape staring in utter awe.
	The head disappeared into her mouth and slowly—slowly she took in the entire shaft.  Then it was a matter of “sucking”—back and forth—back and forth—back and forth.
	And although that felt good—really really good there was a bit of agony on Dmitri’s part.  He clenched and fought back the distress pulling out and humping the sweet church choir girl’s face jutting a little bit o’ spunk into her beautifully styled hair.  She sucked his balls as her finale.

*

	Inside the van, on her back, Lucy stared up to the paneled ceiling as young Justin Voxmoor lay atop her—his cock fully immersed in her sex with his hips moving only (as per instructed by Dmitri Tsugua.)  The young boy lay with his face right in Lucy’s nicely developed titties.  Everyone else stood right outside watching the penetration act Up Close and Very Personal.
	Inasmuch as Dmitri enjoyed that particular form of corrupted debauchery he still enjoyed watching a girl standing up to pee.  It was an image he kept in his mind—instilled upon his memory.  And peeing while the sun gently came to kiss the girl’s body (from behind) was an exceptional mind grabbing memory.  And although each girl was different they were the same, too.  Peeing while standing up, naked, early morning—delicious!
	He came.  Justin Voxmoor had never cum so much and the feeling was one he couldn’t imagine or describe.  It was frightening at first—then it was a tremendous feeling; one of which he wanted to experience again and again.

	Justin was, of course, embarrassed at having to engage in such a deed; but Lucy forgave him.  But unbeknownst to her, though; young Justin wasn’t entirely acting by way of electronic coercion.  He was coerced, alright, but was acting a lot on his own!
	Dmitri took his turn before having young boy Adam take his.  Lucy’s eyes bulged as the man’s cock entered her.  She gulped for breath and couldn’t believe what was happening—she dabbled between acceptance and accepting the horror of being raped as well as accepting the intense pleasure of receiving such cunt pleasing pleasure.  She shuddered, tensed, tingled, and submitted to orgasm.
	Lucy was still blitzed when seven year old Adam mounted and did his thing.  Dmitri spanked the boy, clutched his nuggets and had each of the other girls come up and spank the boy, too; plus play with his balls and then play with Justin’s cock and balls as well as his own.
	Afterwards,
	Bonnie laid out on the van’s carpeting, legs open, vulnerable.  The day was getting on and there were other things to do—but priorities!  Dim lay beside the naked eight year old, fingered her lovely bald pussy, fingered-fingered-fingered all the while his saucey cock pressed hard against her hip.  Justin got the task to come down on the girl—firstly with his mouth and then his cock.
	The boy licked and licked all over Bonnie’s pussy, sucked on the whole of the girl’s cunt, nipped the puffy lips, then drove his seriously hard cock into the girl for a good three minute pounding fuck.
	Dim spanked him, too.
	So did each of the girls.
	When the young boy, Adam, got his turn, Dmitri was ready and had EACH girl suck him before he put himself into Bonnie’s sex.  She was young enough that even after Justin and Adam had boned her her young cunny was seriously snug enough to please him.
	That said maybe—his cock was well worn out and “empty.”
	Regardless, he fucked young Bonnie until he had no choice but to pull out experiencing some agony.  He needed relief and had Lucy come lay on him with his cock invading her pussy.  It was a new viewing angle for the group to see—Dim on bottom and Lucy on top; her legs straddling his waist, her asshole open for all to see, his cock buried to the hilt into her pussy, and a generous fuck for several minutes.
	It took a little over an hour before he could mess with Rachel.
	Then, two hours later Dim and Justin double teamed Lucy—Dim cramming his way into the teenager’s backdoor while Justin once more enjoyed creaming into her front door.

*
Extra curricular activities 101
	Lee Anne Huffinjoy
	Not a particular striking girl, not overly popular, not on the acclaimed Honor Roll; but, she gave good head.  She was a “down home” kind of girl, plain face, long silky brown hair, Texas drawl, pleasing tits and ass, and gave good head.  She gave good handjobs, too.
	Since 8th grade Dim and Lee Anne had known one another.
	Since 10th grade they had been “going steady.”
	In the 8th grade, Dim knew the girl had had sex with Adam Singletray.
	Brock Fingerme, Chad Uppington, Paul Coxblow also had spent time between Lee Anne’s legs (with Chad getting a plow up the girl’s Hershey Highway) all the while the girl was the daughter of a Baptist Minister!  Imagine!
	Most times, Lee Anne preferred any cock visiting her prime pussy to be wrapped.  She was a “friendly” girl, a little naughty, sung in the school choir, church choir, not an Honor Roll student but she was close.  Finding favor with Dmitri the two hit it off—without the aid of a pesky mind altering device, too!  They clowned around together, went to social events; went places alone, too.  the Junior/Senior dance was one social event not to be missed.  So they didn’t.
	As far as dances goes—this one blew.  The band the dance authorities hired was lame and no one at the dance “danced.”  Mostly it was just socializing and canoodling.  When the lights dimmed many of the students “left.”  The sanctioned chaperones were shocked to find hardly anyone still lingering in the gym—Dim and Lee Anne were ones who also decided to make their own music.
	They weren’t the only ones; behind the gym two couples were “coupling”; under the football bleachers—three couples coupled.  In the parking lot for teachers—the science teacher and a student engaged in “extra credit”; in the student parking lot much more of the same.
	Dim and Lee Anne made their way to the upper athletic field where behind the handball court they found an empty spot whereupon they shed their clothes and “got busy.”  Two weeks—two weeks had Dim’s dick been on “vacation.”  He hadn’t even so much “touched” save for cleaning it.  The pesky EMAD had also been locked away and unused.  
	Lee Anne readily gave him a handjob, fondled his balls, then sucked him off.  Standing up, they hugged—but no kissing (sucking on a mouth that had just sucked his dick and gotten a mouthful of his own spunk was absolutely gross!)  Dim was cool with hugging—fondling, groping, etc. and Lee Anne seemed to enjoy that as well.
	After a few minutes, though—enough of that and Lee Anne was “turned around” and “bent over!”
	Skinny dipping in the school’s pool seemed the next logical choice.  Thing was, though, other couples had the same idea.  Oh well.  A good hour and half of naked frolicking before the event was spoiled by security brought about by the chaperones wondering where the hell the dancers had gone.  Dim and Lee Anne went off with others to an eatery (after dressing) and partied till near midnight.
	Curfew being what it was brought the midlevel teens home.
	Lee Anne’s Mom was up (waiting) a little angry at the late hour.
	Lee Anne’s Dad was up—not waiting but writing his latest sermon.
	Lee Anne’s little sister, Dana, was up, assuming there was going to be an ass chewing and she didn’t want to miss it.  She was a little disappointed—and a little cute, too!  For some reason, Dim had never thought of Dana sexually; she was cute, nice but, flat chest, nice face and hair, nice butt.  
	Dana returned to her bedroom, Lee Anne’s Mom returned to her bedroom and a shower was soon heard.  Lee Anne and Dim “got frisky” in the living room and their passionate kissing simply led to naughty business on the sofa.  It was daring—very daring, but the two horny teens did it anyways.  Lee Anne’s Dad often pulled an all niter when coming up with a killer sermon.  The shower could be heard so there was little fear of being busted by the parental units.
	Optimum word there—Parental Units.
	Just as Dim was “putting it to” Lee Anne he chanced to look up and there standing in the hallway was Dana.  Of course!  Lee Anne was laying down; her nice-nice dress of peach colors was still mostly on just hiked up and open; the matching panties dangled off of one ankle.  Dim’s dress slacks and undies were bunched up at his own ankles and his overworked but vacationed cock slammed nicely into Lee Anne’s hot ready to fuck cunt.
	Dmitri and Dana locked eyes.  The little nine year old kept her hands over her mouth—she couldn’t see the actual naughty business but she wasn’t naïve.  She knew well enough what the two horndogs were doing.  And when “done” Dmitri kept the flow of their love going by kissing and then suckling Lee Anne’s titties.  That was followed up by rolling the girl over and having a go at her ass.  His aim was not entirely for prodding his way into Lee Anne’s crapper but to fish out of hiding his handy and dandy mind altering device.
	‘go to your room—take off ALL your clothes and lay out on your bed.’
	Dana cocked her pretty little head, wrinkled her nose, PICKED AT HER ASS, and gave Dim the most curious look—before twirling around and heading off to her room.  According to the EMAD—all indications were Green.  Dim wrinkled his own nose and drove his naughty cock into Lee Anne’s pooper.
	Moments later and Dim was in Dana’s bedroom.  The girl was on her bed, naked—waiting.  Lee Anne was in the hall bathroom showering.  The girls’ Mother had just gotten out of the shower—Dim waited for her.
	As soon as Carol Huffinjoy came into the bedroom (naked) Dim zapped her.
	Now, Carol Huffinjoy wasn’t a bad dish, not at all.  Like Dana, though, Dim had never-ever thought of her sexually.  But suddenly he did and that was all that mattered.  And with the woman in her late 30s already naked…
	It’d be the shit if Carl Huffinjoy should come to the bedroom—but he was busy with his Sunday Morning sermon and not likely due to bed for some time.  Dim put it to Carol and enjoyed a nice womanly fuck.  Boning the likes of young girls was one thing; teenage bitches another.  But boning the likes of a well fucked woman—well, that was in a category all to its own.  And Dim liked—a lot!

	Dim also liked Dana.
	A nice smooth flat body with a “puffy” pussy.  Although he had never thought of the young girl sexually before—he did now.  Licking out the girl’s pussy was a treat, spreading her legs WIDE to accept his teenage body was even better.  Slipping his throbbing hard cock freshly pulled from the girl’s mother was incredibly incredible going into the girl’s pussy.  He shuddered.  He trembled all over and then some.  And his toes curled!  It had been a damn long time since his toes had curled.
	Taking Dana’s body took a little time; but it was worth.  She a dish!  He had no idea!  A mean streak began to come upon him; he wanted to do more to the girl—to her mother, too!  Spanking was just one thing he wanted to do; all three (mother, daughters) he wanted to engage in unbelievable depraved sex acts.

And the mean streak continues…
	Craig Bangsalott made the lay up and then made like an ape; beating his chest, bumping hard up against Jon Betchucant just as the family car pulled up into the drive.  Craig went on to “challenge” the family emerging from the non-trendy family car and got a bad look from both family members.
	“Gotta go, bro!” said Jon.  The two upper level teens clasped hands, grunted, made other man noises and Jon scampered off down the drive.  Craig, a 6’2” strapping boy who excelled in sports but not so much in academics bounced hard the basketball until his mother, Melinda, asked him to help with the groceries.
	“Got my pizza?” he asked as he continued bouncing the ball making a hook shot and then capturing the rebound.
	There was banter between his pre-teen sister and Craig; the boy had to be asked a third time to help carry in the groceries.  He finally did—but rummaged from his requested pizzas first.  More typical brother/sister banter continued inside; the mother disappeared for a few minutes (bathroom), sister Bell put away most of the groceries while her brother slapped a frozen pizza into the oven and grabbed a soda babbling about what else—sports.  Bell wasn’t interested.
	About an hour later and…
	Belinda (Bell, she preferred) stood gawking at her disrobed brother.
	Mother Melinda also stood gawking.
	Gawked at Craig stood in somewhat disbelief.  What had he done?  How had he done it?  Why had he done it?  He was dumbfounded to say the least.  something had come over him to take off his clothes in front of his sister AND mother!
	Then,
	‘naughty with your sister?’
	No, not really—sort of, but not really.  When they were kids, a little Show ‘n Tell; Craig purposely farting on her, exposing himself as he got older—
	‘any TOUCHY/FEELY?’
	When Bell was ten, yes.  She “touched” his hard penis (out of curiosity) and in turn he got to “touch” (finger) her pussy.  Just once.
	‘you want to FUCK your sister?’
	That was a toughie—currently; no, not really.  She was his sister, it was wrong, it was gross, it’d be too weird.  When he was a little younger—yeah, he thought of boning her a lot.  Pussy, mouth, ass.  He wanted to spank her, too.
	‘seen sister naked?’
	Briefly, glimpses of her as she was in her bedroom or in the bathroom and he had to pee badly—so she jumped back into the shower and Craig “did his business.”
	‘do you LOVE your sister?’
	Eck!  He didn’t want to admit it but he did.  She was his sister, he DID care for her but mostly he enjoyed getting her into trouble; it was a brotherly/sisterly thing—getting the other into trouble.
	‘are you a virgin?’
	FUCK NO!
	Deborah Dillbigger, Nora Noshbiggs, Cynthia Crusthome
	In the 6th grade, when he turned thirteen two months before the end of 6th grade, he was a big boy at that time and “scored” with Stella Valvedicky.  She was twelve—and only twelve by two months!  They fucked in the gymnasium behind the rolled up wrestling mats.  They fucked in the school’s bell tower.  They fucked in the school’s swimming pool in the middle of the night.
	In the 7th grade—two girls he got with; once at the house of one of the girls; once at a park, and so on.  The 8th grade was a dry year for him but he managed to get two girls during the summer months.  During his high school years he was pretty busy with sports but managed to get a girl “now and then”.
	The images of the girls of his past put the boy into serious boner erect mode.
	His mother and sister stared and stared at his growing penis; then,
	Bell began undressing herself.
	Melinda’s mouth dropped and Craig’s eyes widened—as his cock hardened even more.  
	‘if you could get away with fucking your sister—would you?’
	All Craig could do was gulp and try to catch his breath.  His mind was empty—all there was was his stripping down to her skin sister.
	‘if your sister would let you fuck her—would you?’
	Craig cocked his head—there was a brief moment of having his own mind.
	‘yeah, if she wanted to.’
	Dim smiled and the festivities continued.

	‘spank her ass’
	Craig blinked his eyes and struggled a bit with the command but ultimately submitted laying a hand to his sister’s naked ass.
	‘good boy.’
	Craig’s cock was extremely hard (with bits of sperm glistening at the piss slit!)  A battle raged within the boy—a strong desire to submit and enjoy the festivities of debauchery; and resistance.  A part of him wanted to be the good son, the hero of the single parent led family.
	But the “desire” for sexual explicitness was more overwhelming and easier to submit to.  There was concern and even some fear—more so when his Mom stripped down to her skin.  Craig knew—he knew in the back of his mind that before the day was over…
	He tried not to think about it.  Besides, there was a lot more going on to think about than to dwell on what the final day’s outcome was going to be like.  He swatted his sister.  He had “pushed” her, pulled her hair, sat on her face and farted, bear hugged her in a wrestling move but never-never-ever-ever been overly rough with her or want to see her harmed seriously.  He was her protector and had protected her from some bully boys AND girls.
	‘keep going.’
	Craig cringed and smacked his sister’s ass again.
	And again.
	And again.
	Bell’s ass turned a nice shade of red; she fidgeted, cried, and placed a hand to rub her searing ass.
	“I’m sorry, Bell.” almost wept Craig.
	Right next to them their Mother fought to free herself from the stranglehold of whatever unseen force was among them.
	‘lick your sister’s ass crack!’
	Craig struggled to breathe—he had never-ever licked a girl’s ass crack.
	Melinda sat on her knees, naked, appalled and horrified watching as her nude teenage son put his face to his sister’s ass—and began licking the crack.  The boy moaned—an sex agony moan.  He was in great distress (and not so much as the deplorable act he was forced into doing but the need to “get off.”  His cock was in agony and needed “relief.”
	But firstly he had to tongue his sister’s crack and specifically her asshole.
	Thereafter, 
	‘suck him.’
	Bell gulped and couldn’t breathe.
	She was twelve years merely young but was not so naïve not to know what “suck him” meant and/or referred to.  She firstly shook her head conveying “no fucking way.”
	Yes, way.
	With her fingers about the extremely hard and steaming cock belonging to her brother, Belinda Jane Bangsalott gave preformed her first fellatio.  The cock was hot in her mouth and she couldn’t help but gag.  It was a cock.  It was her brother’s cock.  Sure she had heard of girl’s give head and understood a “blow job” was almost commonplace between couples but the actual performance of such deed was a little cloudy.
	Once the head of the brotherly dong was in her mouth—
	‘roll your tongue around the head.’ she was schooled.
	Bell fought back the automatic gag reflex and rolled her tongue about the head of her brother’s cock.
	‘diddle the piss slit.’
	What a schooling!
	Bell licked Craig’s piss slit and retched as her taste buds “tasted” the sperm glistening there.  Further schooling prompted her to “go down” the shaft to the base—sucking in the entire shaft of her seventeen year old brother’s dick.	
	Then,
	‘lay down—legs open.’
	Bell complied—she had no choice.
	Craig stood on his knees totally blitzed—like, totally!  There lay his sister, naked—naked!  Her pussy was perfect!  Light covering of pubes and virginal.  Sure she was only twelve but still—naked!
	And the agony!  OH!  Craig James Bangsalott was in severe to extreme sexual agony.  He needed relief or he was going to explode!  But first!
	‘eat her out.’
	And while his Mom watched—Craig “went down” on his sister.

	To say the least, Bell was awed to stunned to freaked out as her brother licked out her pussy.  That particular act was not known to the young girl, she had heard the terminology “eat me” and “eaten out” as well as “going down at the Y” but as to their connotations she was green.
	Then,
	Craig slowly moved up his sister’s preteen body; coming up to suckle her very young but budding breasts—his throbbing cock poised right at her trembling sex.  After sucking titty Craig moved up to lock eyes with his sister.  He tried to put across to her “I’m sorry” as his cock slipped into her virginity.
	“Oh my God!” expressed Melinda.  Then,
	‘rub your son’s ass!’
	Melinda stared at her hand strangely as it stretched out without thought to come to rest on Craig’s slowly pumping ass.  She closed her eyes, shook her head whispering “NO!  NO!  NO!”
	But YES!  YES!  and YES!
	Craig was on the verge of explosion—and it came in at just under two minutes.  He had already been busting when his sister (and mother) stripped off their clothes; then his need to blow increased when Bell had given him head; eating her pussy out only augmented that necessary need.
	There was a covering of blood on his cock after cumming and pulling out.  Craig had busted cherries before—but never his sister’s cherry!  And there was a lot of cum, too.  A lot!  And being a teenager—Craig’s cock was still stunningly “hard.”  Cum just kept jutting out of the piss slit; a huge mess of spunk coated Bell’s cunt.  Using Bell’s own panties, Craig cleaned off his cock and then his sister’s pussy.  The boy breathed hard—his mind was fogged with “instructions” continuing from “the Voice” in his head and outrageous emotions.
	Craig sat back against the sofa breathing hard and sweating harder.
	The family had assembled in the “family room”; it was evening type time, some of the groceries were still on the table and counter; the a/c had kicked on; the phone had rang, a cell phone followed.  The house of Bangsalott was a nice modest modern home with proper furnishings.
	Bell lay stretched out on the floor beside the long sofa; the glass coffee table had been moved out of the way “for the festivities” of the perverted kind.  
	‘play with his cock.’
	Melinda’s breath had been suddenly sucked away as the Voice prompted her to perform the act.  She shook her head, blinked her eyes excessively, then suddenly found herself stretching her hand out to comply.
	“It’s not me, son,” she said on trembling lips.
	Craig had guessed as much—an unknown power was overwhelming them all.  He nodded and sat gulping for air watching his Mom masturbate him.
	And after masturbating her son—
	‘suck it.’
	Melinda knew that was next.  She tried—tried—tried to resist but there was no resistance; an overwhelming power propelled her down—down—down.  Her mouth came to rest on her son’s steaming schlong and down-down-down she went.  Craig reared back—he was already sensitized from fucking his sister and now a blowjob from his Mom?
	‘been fucked up the ass?’
	At first—No.  then,
	Yes!
	‘suck dick?’
	There were images in Melinda’s mind—confusing, mixed up, unassembled.
	After a time, though;  scene was of a messy-messy room.  A dorm room.  A couple of lamps gave light giving more details to the messy dorm room—and more confusion.  Two other girls were present with Melinda, an Asian chick and a black girl.  They were all about 20 & 21 years young.  And naked!
	There was music of the age playing—loudly.
	A closed dorm door.
	And not one—not two—not three, but FOUR guys were present, too!
	One was black, two were white, one was Mexican.  Community dorm life!
	They were naked, too!
	The girls were on their knees and experiencing the colloquial “facial” experience.  The guys all came up to the girls (young adults) and jacked off onto their faces.  Melinda and the other girls “helped”.
	Helped?
	Yea, aided the guys by “lending a hand” in the jerking off.
	Melinda and the other girls sucked the guys’ dicks, too.
	And it was Melinda who received the first “facial” explosion—from the black guy.  His monstrous schlong schlepped swimmingly against Melinda’s face as she sucked on his shaft and huge horsey-like testicles.  He was a tall strapping lad and the goo blast was enormous.  There was a lot of it and although most girls do not like spunk in their hair—Melinda didn’t seem to mind.
	There was enough cum to share from the black guy and he anointed the Asian chick’s face as well—all the while Melinda slurped on his hairless nuggets!  The other guys blew their wads on the girls—some getting double shots.  The girls were sluts and sucked on the guys’ balls and loved on their skin flutes until such a time as it was Melinda who laid herself out on the cast off clothing on the floor and received the black guy’s dick first.
	Right in the twat!
	The black guy fucked for several minutes before unleashing his load.
	Then Melinda went on to slurp on the schlong of another dude while another took her from behind—in the ass!  Meanwhile, the Asian girl positioned herself underneath Melinda (to suck on the swinging nut sac of the Mexican pounding Melinda’s asshole.)
	And on and on it went from there—with Melinda getting a Three-Way Cock Service.  Asian guy in her ass, Mexican guy in her mouth, black guy in her ass, white boy in her cunt.
	And it wasn’t the first time!

	After several minutes of sucking her son’s schlong,
	‘move up’ the Voice injected, ‘move up on him.’
	Melinda complied; moving up onto her bewildered (but satiated) son she settled her cunt down onto his throbbing erection and “down” she went taking it into her sex.
	Bell set up, mouth open, eyes wide.  “Holy shit!” she exclaimed.
	Craig put his hands to his Mom’s ass and they began to fuck.

	‘spank her.’
	Craig shook his head but his hands were “detached” from his proper mind and SMACK! to his Mom’s ass they went.  Cum dribbled from his cock; his sister sat on her butt close by with her young mind totally frapped.  Craig SMACKed his Mother’s ass again—and again—and again some more using both hands until his Mom begged “STOP!” and Craig’s hands were stinging.
	Then,
	‘put it in her.’
	Craig blinked his eyes, shook his head, gulped for air, then found himself moving “into position” for a doggie style position.  He had already been in her pussy (and came off therein) so the next opportunity was the backdoor.  His cock was hard enough to break bricks.  Once the head was “in” then he placed his hands on her hips and “got busy.”
	Only a couple of previous girls he had been with had he been able to plunge his tool into their poop chutes.  He knew it was a dirty act and turds were within the chute but it was a hole to conquest just the same.  But butt fucking his Mother!?
	Once the pumping action got going, though—it mattered little that the hole he fucked belonged to his Mom.  All that mattered was to fuck until cumming.  He did that in just under five minutes.  Although his cock was strong his will power (energy) was lacking.  He had cum in his Mom’s mouth, creamed in his sister’s pussy, jacked off onto his sister’s face, and was going on reserves to cum off again.

	Then,
	Whilst Melinda sucked on her son’s testicles, Bell spanked her brother.
	Whilst Bell spanked her brother, Dmitri shoved his fuck stick into Melinda’s cunt.  The Bangsalott family was his—wrapped tightly in his minding device’s machine.  When Dim came off—he gave one big gush of love juice into Melinda’s pussy then pulled out to blow the rest onto the woman’s poon.  Then,
	‘come down, suck me.’
	Craig made a face, cringed, but moved down and sucked on Dim’s cock.
	Bell’s hand tired out from spanking her brother.
	And after a few minutes of being sucked—Dim moved around to Craig’s searing ass (his sister had done a good job!)  And cums to find out—Craig was NOT a virgin Up the Ass!  While Dim sodomized Craig it was learned (via mind link via EMAD) Craig and a friend “experimented” with sodomy AND sucking (and ball washing.)  They had been doing so since they were twelve years old!
	While Craig’s ass was rammed—his balls were sucked on by his Mom who was still beneath him.  Craig himself licked and sucked his Mom’s cunt lapping up all the cum juices thereon.
	A goodly amount of pent up cum came splashing out of Dmitri’s schlong causing incredible sensations—both good and not so much.  The release was fantastic but the afterwards was kinda distressful.  Once more he had overworked his dong.  His balls tingled!
	Watching the river of cum ooze out of Craig’s asshole, though, was worth it.
	‘lick it clean.’ Dim minded to Melinda.
	Melinda resisted for half a moment but then complied grossing out both her son and daughter.
	More “grossness” abounded.

	Even after an hour’s rest—Dmitri’s dick was sore, aching, smoldering.
	He washed it—iced it, but still it ached.  Oh well.
	Craig was put to the task of spanking his sister—hard!  Followed by once more licking her hole then fucking it.  Bell was positioned right over her Mother’s face who wept and had some emotions flowing—but she was still controllable.  Craig had come to fully accept his life with the minding device.
	Which was good ‘cause Dim inserted a “new way of life” at that vulnerable time:  you want to fuck your sister—everyday!
	You want to go up her ass—everyday!
	A blow job from your sister—everyday!
	The same went for those unnatural desires from his Mom, too!
	Melinda licked out her daughter’s cunt—then her gooied asshole.
	Bell licked her Mom’s cummy stained cunt; then,
	Melinda licked out her daughter’s cunt while from behind—Craig rammed his Mom’s ass.  The family would cum together on a daily basis; sucking and fucking AND spanking.  Good wholesome family bliss.  Dim felt good about his family destruction and after having his fill he went on.

*

The near tragic ending of Mary Deergear
	A bump.
	A jostle.
	The strong stench of gas, oil, grease, and—vegetables?
	The floor was thin crappy shag carpeting.
	And it was moving!
	Her mind tried to comprehend all that was going on—to gather “evidence” so to speak.  But her mind was jumbled and nothing made since.  There was a meeting with the Mayor; the Chief wanted to see her at Three; she had the TV reporter interview to do just before Five.
	The meeting with the Mayor—
	That was at—
	Eleven.
	She was to meet with a fellow detective and go to lunch thereafter.
	No meeting with the Mayor.
	No lunch.
	After leaving her office she went down the hall—
	At the elevators she waited—and waited—and—
	“To hell with it,” she said, “need the exercise.” and took the stairs.
	The rest was a bit of a fog from there.
	The “moving” carpeted floor made a bump and she thumped her head.
	Then, Mary Deergear, City Police Officer, Detective, Sergeant Class, realized that she was hog tied!  Bound hand and foot, blind folded, AND gagged!  Sweet sonofabitch!  She had been kidnapped!

	The vehicle slowed—slowed—made a long careening turn and crossed over some railroad tracks.  There were “railroad” tracks all over the city—in the middle and on the East and South side.  No clues there.  Of course, how long had she been unconscious?  That played a part, too.
	The vehicle picked up speed.  Mary wriggled in her bindings with some fear trying to overtake her.  She didn’t like being bound, handcuffed, or restricted in anyway.  In that, in part, she understood what a cuffed suspect felt.  The last time she had been handcuffed was in police training—but that had been briefly.
	The bindings were too tight—and being hog tied made it worse.
	And why—why had she been kidnapped and bound so?
	Had someone she had been responsible for incarceration at the root cause?
	Someone with a grudge against her?
	She was a police officer, a detective, sergeant class; she was hotly on for arresting perverts and seeing them sent away.  The advent of Electronic Mind Altering Devices plaguing the country really had her going.  She was furious with EMADs and their Users.  Every time a pervert—‘specially one who utilized a minding device for to satisfy his perverted desires got sent to prison—she smiled and felt more than justified.  Some of Mary’s tactics in busting Perv’s w/EMADs went out of bounds of policing.
	The vehicle slowed, brakes squealed and there was a bump.  A road bump; the ones that span a street to curb speeding?  The vehicle picked up speed again and Mary deduced highway speed—at least 50 miles per.  No other vehicles of any kind could she hear.
	Was she going to be killed?  Taken somewhere remote and murdered?
	That didn’t sit well with Mary and she tried again to wrench free of her bindings.  No good—only managed to hurt her wrists and ankles and then—
	She had to pee.
	She was in her plain gray skirt, nylons, panties; dress sport blazer, simple white blouse.  Late thirties she was, a civil servant, twelve years as a city police officer; wasn’t overly-overly “pretty” and had been described as having “hard looks.”  
	The vehicle suddenly slowed; the brakes groaned and there was a sharp turn—a turn onto dirt.  A dirt road.  A rocky-dirt road—the noise was incredible!  And the more the vehicle went along the bouncy noisy destructive road—the more there was pressure on Mary’s bladder.
	Somehow she managed to curtail her needs.  Her mind dwelled not so much on her predicament as her friends, family, co-workers.  No one knew that she was gay.  She had a “boyfriend” to keep up the ruse but was—was secretly involved with a deputy sheriff woman.
	The vehicle began to slow and Mary determined that they were going “uphill”.  Mountains.  Hills?  Her mind began to cloud and the need to pee began to increase dramatically.  The rough road didn’t help.  She “clenched” and tried to recall just how it was she came to be in such a predicament.
	The smell of pines came to her senses; so did choking dust.
	The pressure to pee increased and soon there was an “accident.”
	Kidnapped—but for what purpose?

	She had no idea who had it in for her—although she gathered she had made many enemies; but those enemies were perverts and not likely to resort to such level of kidnapping.  Most her police work was desk work; she was a spokesperson for the department and did a lot of her “policing” behind the scenes.
	But she had been responsible for many—many arrests; some dopers, gangbangers, car thieves, and domestic violence.  But for the most part she had been instrumental in prosecuting perverts and especially perverts who used mind controlling devices in their perversions.
	Suddenly, the vehicle came to a stop.
	Mary’s heart began to beat faster—
	A door slid open revealing the fact that she had been traveling in a van.
	Laying on her side she was suddenly rolled onto her back with the bindings to her ankles freed.  A quick lashing out kick connected but not hard enough as her legs had been bent far too long to summon up enough umph to do any good.
	“Don’t do that again!” warned a voice, a man’s voice.  Then her ankles were hoisted up and held aloft but not by hands.  Then,
	Her semi soaked panties were hiked up to her ankles.
	Mary choked.  She was going to be raped.  Sexually assaulted—and maybe more.  Retribution?  Or happenstance?  She didn’t know; she breathed hard and clenched harder.  The Perpetrator slapped her ass and began fingering her pussy.
	“If you gotta pee—now’s the time.”
	The voice was not entirely “man” like but younger.
	A teenager?
	Surely not.
	Must be a man with a boy’s voice.  She had known some men like that—women, too!
	Mary fought against the vile fingering; another smack to her ass there came to be followed by the ripping of her slip and skirt.  Rape was only moments away.  She twisted and tried to fight off the Perp’s doings but bound up as she was there was no way.
	And she really-really had to pee.
	Then the blindfold covering her eyes was removed followed by the gag in her mouth.  Then,
	“Do as you’re told,” said the man/teen with a curious accent, “and this wont happen to you.” And Mary Deergear was “touched” by 400,000 volts from a handheld stun gun.
	Suffice it to say—Mary pissed herself.  
	Not much of a fight there was in Mary thereafter—just rage and a deep desire to see the Perp hang from his balls.

*

The degradation of Mary
	Although she had been warned—Mary lashed out as soon as her ankles were free.  There was some success with that—she connected with the man’s jaw and sent him almost toppling.  Unfortunately, she was still bound by the hands and although her ankles had been freed from their entanglements she was still in a precarious position with the ankles upraised to a closed “hook” at the top of the door’s interior.
	“I warned you.” The man said and Mary heard a distinctive “electronic” sound and then—
	The stun gun “touched” her again and once more Mary twitched and was totally out of control of herself.  
	“Do that again,” again warned the man, “and I’ll press the prongs to your pussy!”
	It took several minutes before Mary could regain control of herself—sort of.  By then, her gray blazer, blouse, and bra had been ripped from her body.  The man mawed her breasts, fingered her pussy, then once more unhooked her ankles.  Still feeling the effects of the 400,000 volts from the stun gun Mary held fast lashing out—waiting, instead, for a more opportune time.
	The left ankle went wide to a leather hand loop while the right ankle went wide to another leather hand loop on the right.  Talk about vulnerable!  She knew she was going to be raped.  All there was to do was to endure it.  She tried to gather as much information as possible but there was this thing with a total lack of light—it was dark outside the van so grabbing details about her assailant was nil.
	The effects of the stun gun still was with her; she felt convulsive and uncontrollable twitching ravaging her body—her now NAKED body.  
	“Ever been raped, before?” the vile man asked.
	Mary shook her head but in actuality—she had.  As a teenager, at a school function.  It was a memory she wished to keep buried and for the most part—for most of her life, she had managed to do so.  But occasionally—with rape victims in her line of work, children molested by their parents, the night of the high school basketball conference still reigned supreme in her tortured memory.
	That memory of that night was interrupted by her Perp’s penetrating her.
	Blinking her eyes then shutting them as tight as possible, clenching her hands that were bound behind her, Mary endured once more being sexually assaulted.  Greatly did she try to block the horror that befell her; she clenched as tightly as she could but found her body still ravaged by the stun gun.  The man’s invasion began and try-try-try as she could there was no denying the feeling of being penetrated.
	It was rape.
	It was rape-rape-rape.
	It was non-consensual.
	It was fantastic!
	NO!
	No—she would not submit to the pleasures of having sex.
	It wasn’t sex—it was rape.  Pure and simple.  Kidnapped for sexual purposes for the purposes of rape.
	But the Perp’s cock—
	The Perpetrator’s penis seemed to be (more or less) like a magic wand!
	Confusion overwhelmed Mary’s mind; the assault beset her beleaguered mind furthering her bewilderment mystifying her to unknown territories she would rather not visit.  A thought came to her—endure.  There was no fight in her and at the moment no way to fight off the offender.
	“Oh, GOD!” she exclaimed suddenly—surprising herself but maybe not the Perp.  The Perp’s cock filled her cunny and somehow managed to grind away in the right places sending extraordinary contentment throughout her body causing her to undulate and convulse.
	Hardly had there ever been a cock in her pussy that had ever done such a thing before.  Only a vibrating dildo jammed into her by her girlfriend had brought her to the level of ecstasy she was currently experiencing.  She fought back trying to push away the “good feeling” but as the Perp picked up speed and rammed her cock hungry cunt the more “denying” waned and all she wanted was to be fucked and fucked well.
	Then, thereafter, she’d kill the bastard.

	After the rape—Mary felt a new feeling she had not felt before after sex with a man.  There was a strange tingling feeling that was not unlike the feeling of experiencing a real good piss.  She shuddered and a fart escaped.  The Perp had stepped away and cool mountain air kissed her nakedness.  Being bound and strung out the way she was was totally—totally unbecoming.  More than being embarrassed—it was a vulnerability she didn’t care for not too mention being unable to fight back.
	When the Perp returned to view he began urinating onto her pussy.
	Then,
	A daring finger invaded her mostly virgin asshole followed minutes later by a daring cock.  Mary Deergear wasn’t into anal play.  That was a gay guy kinda thing and not HER thing.  The Perp penetrated her anus and “got after it” in typical anal play fashion.  All Mary could do was put up with it.

	The man pumped and pumped; pulled out and slapped his cock against her pussy then reinserted and continued sodomizing her adding to the list of charges she was going to serve the man with.  And while she endured being fucked up the ass and twisting this way and that—was there someone ELSE in the van?  She thought she saw movement and a foot of someone in the gloomy darkness of the van’s cargo interior.
	But she couldn’t be sure.
	After the Perp got his nuts off again and pulled out—he spanked her.

A little naughtiness before dawn
	Was it whirrings in her mind or the grinding groan of a windmill?  Was that the moon or a really bright star—in trying to determine a GPS-like position.  Was she going to be raped (and sodomized) AND tortured some more or would her Perp let her go?
	And she no longer doubted if whether or not she was alone—for there was definitely movement in the back of the van.  After the Perp bastard had thoroughly fucked her asshole THEN spanked her ass with his cock and hand AND a belt THEN urinated on her—
	A lantern was lit but kept low after the initial very bright light.
	Mary’s eyes were temporarily blinded but there was definite movement and someone crawled over her.  When her eyes were better there stood on the sliding door instep a girl.  A young girl.  Right between Mary’s legs.  A girl about ten.  She had honey brown hair in one long curled pony tail just about to the crack of her butt.  She was clothed (but, of course, not for long.)  Mary guessed the girl to be about ten, maybe eleven.  Much more exact details were unavailable due to the darkness and other confusions reigning in Mary’s mind.
	The man was naked.  He stood stark naked before the young girl.
	The naked man put his arms around the clothed young girl, hugging her firstly then copping a feel of her ass.  Mary’s heart began to beat—hard.  It was a vile-vile thing she was witnessing and witnessing she was doing.  The man seriously hugged the little girl, bringing her right up to him—right up to his naked body!
	“You bastard!” Mary cursed.
	The man didn’t pay her any mind and continued to hug and feel up the girl.
	Mary closed her eyes and seethed.  Her legs were still stretched out and were aching; her ass still stung from the belting, her asshole still smoldered from the sodomizing.  Hanging the Perp by his balls just wouldn’t do it—hanging him by his cock, too!

	Off came the little girl’s shirt.  It was a pullover and was cast off outside the van.  A cool breezes wafted into the open door bringing smells of pines, ceder, jasmine, wild roses.  Those smells could be found anywhere and so still there was no exact determination of “where” she was.
	The young girl had a small kid bra—it was removed and Mary felt a sickness welling up in her.  The man was already vile—how much worse could he get?  Well, let’s find out!
	Down came the girl’s pants.
	Mary held her breath.  Surely the man wouldn’t—
	Closing her eyes she knew that the man had already “gone too far”.  He had out and out kidnapped her and obviously out and out kidnapped the little girl.  On a whim, she turned her head to peer into the dark recesses of the van’s interior.  There were others there.  Others.
	Back to the little girl—Kathy.
	Kathy’s pants were down—along with her panties.  She wasn’t acting out, crying, or even sniveling.  She lifted her legs to step out of her clothing and was once more “felt up” and caressed.  Then,
	Kathy turned to one side (so as Mary could see more distinctly) and she took holt of the naked man’s very erect penis.  Then she began working it in a masturbatory way.  Mary felt ill.  This was beyond disgusting.  It only got worse from there on.
	After several strokes—Kathy leaned down and “kissed” the man’s cock.
	Mary felt utterly helpless—and she was.  Her wrists were bound tightly behind her; her legs spread out and bound—there was nothing she could do.  Then, after kissing the tip of the horrible man’s penis the young girl some months from being eleven years young sucked on the cock’s head.
	Appalling.  Mary was more than sickened at the scene before her; she couldn’t believe what happened after.  A minute or two (after sucking) the young girl came to lay on Mary’s body.  The horrible naughty man positioned young Kathy whereas her legs were straddling Mary—then the spanking began.
	Not hard but a definite SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
	Mary determined that it was a bare hand to the girl’s bare butt—no belt.
	What the man did nextly was only speculation but by the girl’s movements—fingering for sure followed by out and out rape and sodomy.  No emotions from the little girl; Mary locked eyes with the blue eyed child and there was nothing behind them.  No emotions whatsoever.  Mary was awed.  The girl’s body grinded against her; Mary could see the man standing off to one side and assumed the man was violating little Kathy by fingering her.

	Minutes later and the man was directly behind Kathy and there was a more determinate grinding of Kathy’s body to Mary’s.  Mary knew that the child was being raped—followed by being bare handed spanked and then sodomized.  When Kathy was violated in the vagina and then anus her pretty blue eyes bulged but there was no other emotions.
	More spanking followed—not hard, bare hand to bare ass then the girl was pushed/positioned up to Mary’s face.
	“Lick her pussy.”
	Mary felt like she had been socked in the stomach.
	“Lick her pussy,” said the vile bastard of a man, “or I’ll put on prong in YOUR pussy and one in your asshole.”
	That meant the stun gun’s prongs.
	Mary felt ill and couldn’t imagine what that kind of torture would feel like.  She knew that she didn’t want to find out—but licking the little girl’s pussy was also something she didn’t want to find out.  THAT was vile, disgusting, reprehensible.
	Then,	
	The stun gun was pressed to her vagina—one prong into her pussy with the other in her asshole.
	“After you,” said the man, “and while you’re convulsing, I’ll do likewise to her.”
	Mary felt more ill than ever—but she did flick her tongue to Kathy’s pussy.
	Mary was already a Carpet Weaver, Trench Excavator, Pube Inspector; but that was with girlfriends—not little girls.  Closing her eyes she tried to put out of her mind what she was doing—what her tongue was flicking.  She derived no pleasure from licking out a little girl’s pussy.  The prongs of the stun gun she could feel in her cunny (and asshole.)  The man was serious—she already knew that.  It was figured that the man would probably zap her anyways.  And Mary wouldn’t put it past the bastard that he would zap the little girl, too!
	But he didn’t.
	After a few good tongue lashings to Kathy’s darling pussy she was pulled off and hugged.  The man held the young girl standing outside the van.  Mary wrenched herself as she grew very agitated at being so bound and helpless.  Her eyes had adjusted enough to see the man holding the girl, cupping her butt, kissing her—a deep French Kiss.  And that only led to Kathy being laid out once more onto Mary’s body, backside down and legs spread wide.
	Mary turned her head and wept as Kathy was raped.

	After Kathy there was another little girl, same age—approximately ten years; dark brown hair, full of life, blue eyes, flat chested, much smaller in height than other girls in her age group; she had a couple of missing teeth—the “fangs”; a green print shirt with matching green pants.  Nice bouncy hair that flowed to her shoulders with green ribbons, green earrings, green socks.
	Her panties, however, were turquoise blue.
	The horrible-horrible disgusting vile bastard of a man brought the little girl from out of the deep darkness of the van to stand on the instep of the van’s sliding door.  And like with the previous girl—fondled her—a lot!  Mary was already sickened by the man’s previous actions and couldn’t believe he continued.  “Julie” was smaller in size other than in height; a very small butt as opposed to Kathy’s very normal sized butt.  Julie’s top came off and there was an undershirt serving as a halter/training bra.  Julie was seriously flat chested—like two aspirin on an ironing board.  The horrible man caressed her sides, patted her backside, then slipped his vile hands down inside her pants pushing them down.
	Little Julie did nothing in protest.
	Mary assumed that the girls were either drugged or victimized in some other way—mind control came to mind.  There was no sniveling, crying, or any sign of emotion so it was plausible to assume that some emotion negating force was being utilized.
	With her pants and panties pushed down to her ankles, the man removed her clothing and laid her backside down onto Mary’s body.  Then, Julie’s legs were spread open to hook the police officer’s legs.  Mary closed her eyes trying to blot out the horror that abounded.  Hanging was too good for the vile bastard.  Severing his cock and balls would be a start; incarcerating him with other vile men would be another—there were many in prison who did not particularly like child molesters.  Rape was one thing, robbery, general thieving, and murder—all were tolerable to those in prison.  But child rape—that was something they strangely didn’t accept.
	The vile man firstly went down to lick out Julie’s pussy.
	Like Kathy, Julie’s young cunt was virginal, hairless, and prime.
	After several minutes of licking-licking-licking and did the man stand up.  Mary anticipated a spanking was coming.  But instead, from out of the gloom of the van’s interior came crawling forth a boy.  A boy!  He was about ten years old himself!  Mary couldn’t believe it—she just couldn’t believe it.  Julie’s body blocked most of what was going on but the boy came to stand on the instep step and was stripped of his clothing like the girls.  Mary couldn’t see what happened thereafter (but I’ll tell ya):  once nude, ten year old Nick Servantees was fondled.  His little tweeny dick was masturbated, his hairless balls cupped and well fondled, then his bare ass caressed with an anal probe as a finale.

	Then,
	The vile bastard of a man (not quite a “man” yet but close counts) went down to suckle on the boy’s penis.  Nick S stood staring blankly out into the mountain darkness as this went on; then he was turned around and swatted.
	Two swats, three swats, four!
	Then, Nick himself “went down” on Julie which was followed up by fucking the girl.  The horrible man stood directly behind the boy, spanking him as well as fingering him.  Mary locked eyes with Nick; he had lots of blond hair, dark blond with a particular style having a huge “wave” combed to one side like an ocean’s wave.  A quirky smile, brilliant white teeth, a gold earring, and a natural rhythm in his fucking of Julie.
	Whether or not the boy managed to cum or not Mary didn’t know—he did.
	He grinned big as he experienced his first sex act and when he pulled out he was even more grinning and deeply thrilled.  He stood off to one side of the van while the vile bastard mounted the young girl and after she had been broken-in he took his turn at finishing the girl’s deflowering.

	More deflowering came—there just seemed to be no stopping.  It was a living nightmare with no end.  After young Nick got off getting off and the vile bastard got his nut, too; another boy came crawling out of the darkness leaving Mary to wonder just “how many kids were back there!?”
	It was an older boy who came out.  Like the others, he stood on the step and was stripped naked.  The vile man caressed the boy’s ass, sucked his penis, then—THEN put the boy outside the van and onto his knees.  Julie still lay on Mary but she moved enough so as Mary could see the new boy (who was about twelve or so) on his knees sucking the man’s cock!
	A sick feeling befell Mary and she felt retchings she couldn’t control.
	Minutes later and Brian was with his mouth onto Julie’s pussy sucking hard while he himself was being spanked—hard!  Hands first and then the belt.  Brian had emotions—he cringed and cried and his yells of pain were emptied into Julie’s cunt.  After the spanking—fucking.  Young Brian had only a brief moment before his preteen ass was violated—the vile man raping him seemed to be extremely determinate to extreminlize his vileness.
	After the sodomy—Brian came up and penetrated Julie—who remained emotionless (of which Mary was glad of.)  When Brian got his rocks off—he made a verbal announcement of such.  He was a virgin—he had never cum off before and hadn’t even played with himself!

	No rest—another boy came out from the gloom and was stripped to his skin (but not spanked.)  He was sucked on, fondled, fingered, and put into position on Julie.  A light spanking he was given as he fucked Julie; Brian sat on his knees beside Mary’s head with Nick on the other side.  After seven year Shaun fucked Julie for at least two minutes he was pulled off and placed on Mary’s chest.
	“Suck him.”
	Mary felt bile in her throat.
	“I will not!” she defiantly proclaimed.
	“That’s unfortunate.” stated the vile man.  And for the next several minutes—Mary Deergear twitched.  Afterwards—she was spanked—HARD!  Then, she watched as Kathy came to sit on her face and lay down her body—and then be spanked—HARD!
	Still ravaged by the stun gun of which was activated with one of the two prongs in her pussy and the other in her asshole, Mary could not do anything to protest or even do as the man demanded.  After awhile, though, the effects of the stun gun lapsed and Mary was once more back to herself—sort of.
	The man leaned into her face whispering,
	“Defy me again and the others will suffer.”
	Mary’s mind was devastated; she couldn’t even picture one of the others suffering the stun gun.  And she wouldn’t put it past him to carry out his vile horror.  Five minutes later and she was sucking on the seven year old’s cock.
	Five minutes later thereafter and she found herself slurping on the other two boys, Nick and Brian.  Brian gave her a cum blast.  He couldn’t help it.  He had rubbed his hands on Nick’s ass as well as Kathy’s ass while Mary sucked on Nick’s dick and the result resulted in Brian getting quite the stiffy.  So when Mary took her turn in sucking his cock—the feeling of orgasm came and would not be denied.
	Nick and then Shaun sodomized Kathy as she was poised on Mary’s face, Nick squirted a bit of cum of which Mary was told to “lick her hole clean!”  It was the most vile thing ever!  Somehow—somehow she kept herself from vomiting and licked Kathy’s asshole clean of Nick’s sperm.
	Kathy’s ass was spanked—by all three boys and by then Brian’s dick was hard enough to penetrate the girl’s hole.  He came off in three minutes flat; but Mary didn’t lick the girl’s steaming hole clean as she thought she would.  Instead, the vile-vile bastard of a man took his place and penetrated the girl thoroughly sodomizing her and then some.
	The sound and smell of sodomy on her face was deeply buried into Mary’s mind.  There was “up close and personal” and then there was UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL!  Too personal.  At after one boy—she forgot who,
	“Suck his balls!”
	She retched and gagged but engulfed the swinging nuggets of one of the boys—and then those of the man himself as he took his turn at buggering Kathy.  Why she didn’t chomp his ball sac off then and there she didn’t know.  Too confused?  Didn’t know that those sweaty/musty nuggets in her mouth belonged to the horrible-horrible vile man?
	As many as four maybe five minutes there was before the man got his orgasm.  There wasn’t a lot of sperm but it was sperm nonetheless along with the previous messed spilled from the previous boy/boys.  Kathy’s asshole was HUGE!  Gobs and rivers of cum oozed out and every bit did Mary have to lick up.
	She retched, gagged, and then retched some more before lapsing into unconsciousness.
	When nextly she awoke—

	There was bright sunlight but that didn’t mean her life was going to be any brighter.  The situation of Mary Deergear was still dire; images most horrible filled her mind and would be forever intrinsically rooted there for eternity.  She knew that she was getting awfully tired of being constrained in one position.  Her legs for one were in an incredible ache.  She also had to poop.
	Shortly after daybreak, the van’s sliding door was closed and the van’s engine fired up.  The vile bastard of a man smoked a joint and sat still in the driver’s seat a long while before engaging the transmission and taking off.  With the light from the cab streaming in Mary saw that there as many as five girls and three boys.  Five girls!  Only two of them had Mary gotten to know—personally.  The other three girls were also about ten years, one was possibly twelve.  Three boys.  Mary couldn’t believe it.  The man had seven children and had no compunction to what he was doing with them!  Rape, sodomy, spanking, forcing them into deplorable act—the man was beyond words of contempt.
	It then dawned on Mary that the man probably (most likely) had an EMAD.
	That was the only drawn conclusion—the kids were well mannered; no outbursts, no NO! NO! NO! shrieks, no resistance to what the vile man wanted them to do.  Mary only hoped that what she knew of EMADs she had come across that the kids’ minds would be wiped of their harrowing experience.  
	It was hoped that the harrowing experience would also be wiped from HER mind as well.  Doubtful.  Her mind was so tortured with what had happened so far, her need to go to the bathroom proper, and what would become of her—and the children.
	The van rolled on and on—not straight was the road but all mountain hard packed dirt (with lots of dips and gouges.)  Then the road began going up-up-up and leveled.  The air was cooler, it was still very daylight, and there was no clues as to where the hell she was.
	When the door opened (after the van stopped and engine off),
	“I got to crap!” Mary announced.  Pinching back the pending turd overwhelmed everything else—manners took a backseat as the urgence increased clouding her mind of good judgement, senses, morals, etc.  She knew she had peed herself and that was tolerable.  The Perp had also peed on her.
	But pooping?
	It was almost too late by the time the vile bastard released her from the van.  Her legs were useless; the man carried her out of the van and slumped her over a log, spread her legs and the pooping begun.  She had sucked on little boy dick, been peed on, licked little girl pussy, was completely naked before young children, been raped AND sodomized, had strange tingling feelings and so on and so forth—but pooping was something she regarded as seriously embarrassing.
	She farted and pooped two huge pent up turds.
	Thereafter she was spanked—HARD!
	Then peed on (again) with the vile bastard’s aim mostly to her fuming asshole.  There was no strength in Mary—none.  Her energy was all but spent and her will mostly broken.  Her mind, too, was severely diminished with only a small miniscule amount of energy devoted in retribution.  Although she had thoughts doing the vile bastard harm—serious harm, she hadn’t the energy.  There was the will but nothing to back it up.
	Not too mention that if she DID so enact something in thwarting the man’s continuing abuse of her and the children he would do much more to her (and them.)  She wanted no responsibilities in the harming of the children—only to herself.  So, there was naught to do but submit.  Somewhere—somewhere there would be an opportunity.
	Meanwhile,
	Brian, Nick, and Shaun came out of the van, naked, and “took aim” to Mary’s poop chute.  They peed and the piss sort of kind of cleaned the hole.  Thereafter and the vile-vile man wiped her (with what she couldn’t see) then had the boy’s spank her as hard as they could stand to do so.  After twelve year old Brian spanked Mary’s ass “as hard as he could stand” he went to the front of the adult woman for his blow job.
	“Suck him.” she was commanded.	
	She retched and felt ill (again) but took Brian’s dick into her mouth and serviced him—all the while ten year old Nick spanked her.
	‘you like sucking little boy dick.’
	It was a message like no other.

	There were “voices” psychotics heard and then there were “voices” normal people listened to as in good senses.  ‘you like sucking little boy dick’ was a strange-strange message.  Mary felt confounded to say the least—she did NOT like little boy dick.
	It was appalling.
	It was disgusting.
	It (dick) tasted like string cheese.
	Brian’s twelve year old cock reminded her of that mozzarella cheese she had sometimes as a snack.  It tasted good.  It was slick, slippery, and very-very yummy.  She sucked and sucked and then sucked some more taking all of the individually wrapped string cheese piece into her mouth.  OH!  OH!  Oh it was soooo good!
	‘you love the taste of boy cum.’
	Mary shook her head and found confusion thrashing about her mind.
	Boy cum?
	No—not really.  She didn’t even like man cum.
	‘you love the cum of a boy.’
	The words raged in her tortured mind.  She tried firmly to take a stand but ultimately accepted and received a copious amount of “boy cum” as a sort of reward.  There was a lot of it, too; a copious amount.  Upon opening her eyes she recognized Brian as the “boy.”  More confusion came—she was a cop, she was a woman, she was gay (but that should have no bearing on the subject).  Liking boy cock and liking cum from a boy cock was just something she wasn’t supposed to enjoy.
	She wasn’t supposed to but she did.
	‘turn around.’
	The Voice spoke not to her mind specifically but she heard it just the same.
Brian was the intended recipient and “turned around.”  Then he bent over and spread his cheeks.
	‘lick his hole.’
	The Voice then did speak directly to Mary and though the concept of licking bung hole was distasteful—she flicked her tongue to Brian’s dirt chute and that was that.
	Nick and Shaun followed suit.

	Then there was lunch; clothing optional.
	There was a campground, flat landscape, possibly around six thousand feet or so—Mary had an inclination of elevation as she had a problem with “air” at 6,500 feet and definitely at 7,000.  Mostly pines, lots of shrubs/bushes, and HUGE boulders.  No details could be garnered as far as pinpointing WHERE she was.
	The campground consisted of a picnic table, a fire pit with grate, and a standing barbeque.  A wide-wide space for tents, a water spigot, and a creek somewhere beyond the bushes.  The air was cool; there were woodpeckers, chipmunks, and blue jays everywhere.
	Hot dogs, barbeque corn, barbeque hamburgers
	Sodas, water, fruit juice, lemonade
	Chips, pretzels
	There was some strength in Mary’s arms, they had been unrestrained and Mary was able to feed herself.  Walking, however, still required assistance.  And there were still strange messages filling her mind—repeatedly.  Part of Mary’s beleaguered accepted the “new way of life” and the other part of her though not out and out resisting defied the messages and kept true to herself and career.
	After lunch,
	Mary was introduced to the girls she hadn’t met “personally”.
	To begin with; Brian, Nick, and young Shaun came to be sucked.  On her knees—which were weak and wobbly, Mary engulfed each boy.  Her hands had been unrestrained and while sucking dick she caressed the boy’s ass, too.  At least an hour, though, was needed before Mary could use her arms/hands proper.
	After sucking the boys—
	It was onto the table, legs open.  Brian came firstly to lick Mary’s womanhood then crawl up to sink his preteen dick into her licked trench and pump.  The horrible vile bastard of a man spanked the boy as he pumped but did so lightly and with hands only.
	The boy didn’t go “all the way” to orgasm but just a minute or so.  He pulled out and stepped aside as Nick and then Shaun took their turns.  Afterwards, Mary came off of the table—and promptly fell kissing the earth.  There was no strength in her legs and her attempt to fight the naked bastard’s helping her to stand was feeble.
	Mary was positioned to her knees while “Angela” came to the table.  She was a nice looking girl; naked, wore glasses, had blue ribbons in her hair, no hair on her cunt.  She stood firstly before Mary then hopped up onto the table laying down with her ass right at the edge; her legs dangling off.  All three boys, and single man, stared at the naked girl with their boners growing harder and harder.
	It was Nick who got the “first dibs”; he stepped up and put his tongue to Angela’s hairless pussy.  The girl was eleven; long super fine curly brown hair, rich lips, calm natured, reserved, small breasted, and could easily pass for ten years young.  Nick licked and licked the girl’s poon before mounting.
	Angela was a virgin.
	Was.

	“Oh, gross!” Nick exclaimed as he dismounted after getting his nut.  Blood coating his cock and balls was not acceptable.  The vile bastard of a man tossed the boy a pair of panties saying “clean her off” after cleaning himself.
	Brian came unto the Presbyterian minister’s daughter nextly.  In the daylight, Brian was a handsome looking fart; thick blond hair that had style (but was currently all mussed up and not so styled any longer); dazzling blue eyes, long arms and legs, geeky but at twelve so were most boys.
	He licked Angela’s cunt as Nick had done then mounted her and everyone stood watching as the boy went three minutes before unleashing a river of cum.  The back door viewing of the sex act in progress was fantastic—well, at least to the vile bastard; an eye opener to the rest of the gathered party.
	With Angela’s cunt broken-in by Nick there was no cherry juice on Brian’s cock.  A lot of cum there was, though.  The same panties soiled in Angela’s own blood was used to clean the sperm from her pussy.  Shaun took her stance, licked the girl’s pussy; retched and gagged, then crawled up onto the girl and fumbled getting his dick into her but finally managed and went on for four minutes pumping before he wore himself out.
	Angela experienced an orgasm and the vile bastard of man was up Mary’s cornhole pumping furiously watching the act on the table with some awe.  When the young boy got off of Angela—Mary was goaded to put her mouth to the girl’s fresh fucked cunt.  She engulfed the whole of the young girl’s pussy and sucked it like she did her girlfriend.
	Then,
	“Up on the table, on her face.”
	Mary cringed, clutched her fingers making a fist and wishing more than anything to have the strength to sock the man square in the face.  All her police training, extra training, all for naught.  She clambered up onto Angela squatting her womanness onto the girl’s face.  Angela began licking the musty cunt all the while her own cunt was filled by the vile bastard. 
	A few minutes later and—
	The vile bastard had relinquished his own river of cum and after pulling away directed Mary to “lick her clean.”
	Mary felt ill but turned about, pussy still onto Angela’s face, and positioned herself down into a 69er.  She lapped up all the spilled ooze and each boy came to re-fuck the girl getting their dicks sucked prior, during and after.  No one came the second round; the vile bastard re-inserted his penis into the eleven year old and also got sucked prior, during, and after.
	That was Angela.
	The same happened to the remaining girls, Hanna and Sara.

	Twelve year old Hanna was a neat looking girl; big broad smile, clean skin that was somewhat tan, and a unique hairstyle of which twin braids were made into a tiara.  Beautiful green eyes, small nose, small breasts, a light covering of pubes to her unfucked cunt.  The loquacious girl was pretty in a Plain Jane sort of way; but really—any girl who was naked was pretty.  Hanna’s chatter was usually about horses.  
 	On the table she laid out completely and it was Brian who nailed her firstly.
	Strangely and there was not as much cherry juice coating the boy’s cock when he pulled out.  A new pair of panties was tossed to the boy; he cleaned off, cleaned off Hanna’s pussy then stepped aside as youngest boy, Shaun, took his turn.
	Mary sat on her knees watching in disgust as the vile bastard put his cock to and into Hanna’s pussy.  She was disgusted and appalled; horrified and sickened.  But she had no energy to do anything.  She was broken.  There were thoughts and desires to do serious-serious bodily harm to the man but there was nothing to back it up or have an inclination to upset the man’s intentions.
	After the horrible bastard “pulled out” he waggled his cock before Mary’s face.  A slap upside the face on each side and then INTO her mouth.  She sucked automatically finding her mind becoming somewhat foggy.  There was nothing to do but comply—comply and wait (hope) for an opportunity to present itself.  So vile it was to watch the horrendous acts of degradation and sex assault against the children and her unable to stop the acts from happening.
	After sucking the vile man’s cock—she sucked on Hanna’s not so fresh vagina.  Then it was time for a break followed by super.  The “break” entailed the group to go to the nearby creek and frolic.  While at the creek—
	Sara.
	Sara Pawtick was ten, blond, very slender build, long-long straight blond hair, and had all the appearances of being “naïve.”  But she wasn’t a virgin.  laying out on the sand with the vile bastard laying beside her fingering her pussy it was evident that the girl did not have a “smooth” cunt as any particular ten year old girl should.  The details of why she did not have a smooth cunt as any particular ten year old girl should have was not known—not to Mary.  To the vile bastard, however; it was learned that Sara was kind of naughty, kind of horny.  She found the pleasure of “self-pleasuring” and having a brother who was two years older he, too, had found the uniqueness of self-pleasuring and together the two self-pleasured each other followed by full on sex.
	Not once, not twice, not even three times but as many as FIVE times!
	And as recently as three days prior to the day she was abducted.
	Neat!

	Shaun Bulltack got first dibs; he lay on the girl and grinded while the vile bastard of a man beside caressed his butt and then spanked it—but not hard.  The little boy fucked and was fingered in the ass while he did so.  When after a couple of minutes he pulled out and was sucked on by the girl as he straddled her chest.
	Brian came to be next and managed to cum in the girl after three intense minutes.  The girls took turns spanking him.  After pulling out the boy sat on the girl’s flat chest for his blowjob and young Nick Barbee began his turn.  Nick lasted two minutes and gave something of an orgasm.  He complained of an aching dick,
	“My dick hurts!” he said aloud.  Sara sucked him as he rode her chest and then Mary sucked him before he settled into the shallow creek—with Angela straddling his lap taking his amazingly still hard cock into her sex.
	The vile bastard took his turn at screwing little Sara—his dick ached, too.

	After supper,
	Camp songs.
	The kids all had been to summer camps and knew some songs.
	It was surreal and disturbing—camp songs, marshmallows on the fire; and everyone naked.  Mary felt herself slowly slipping more and more into “just accept it”.  Whether or not an “opportunity” would arise and she could do something to stop the continuing horror or not seemed no longer important.
	After much singing, clapping, girls standing up to pee, boys standing up to blatantly masturbate, girls and boys laying across the vile bastard’s lap to be spanked (but not hard) the girls all laid out on the table.  Mary came unto them to lick out their young cunnies, finger them, then sit on their young faces to be licked out herself.
	Thereafter it was bedtime.

*

How many cum stains are there?  Let me cum the ways…
	While slurping on Brian’s cock—Mary grunted as her asshole was rammed and reamed.  A tingling sensation existed in her cunny that wouldn’t go away.  Completely and wholly did she suck on Brian’s tool.  And on her own—Mary frigged herself!
	Young Brian gave a delicious grade of spunk spew into Mary’s mouth.  It was about all the fine young man could do.  He was drained.  His cock was magnificent and didn’t die out right off.  But it was clear that he didn’t want any more “action” for awhile.

	So for the rest of the day he “rested”.
	Nick was up for the challenge; he not only fucked some of the other girls, plus Mary, he began a route of buggering, too.  Up the ass.  Backdoor banditry.  Old Fashioned Sodomy.
	And ten year old Kathy Warmbooger was first.
	And after Nick finished ass banging Kathy—Mary went down and licked the young girl’s hole.  Nick didn’t cum—not exactly.  He deposited a small amount of that clear ball juice liquid—extra sticky and extra yucky.  Mary licked Kathy’s puckering asshole clean as well as sucked Nick’s dick.
	And although the vile bastard himself needed a break—he put his tool to Hanna’s ass as well as Sara’s, Brian, and Nick.  Each hole that was visited—Mary was there thereafter to “lick it clean.”  
	From noon to evening it was “rest.”  The group returned to the creek where mostly they bathed and relaxed in the cool mountain water.  No sex—but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any going on.  After much frolicking in the creek it was time to get out and get warm in the fading rays of the noonday sun.  And while the gang did so, the Vile Bastard disappeared—for a few minutes.
	Upon his return he took Mary by the arm escorting her nakedly thru the forest a short distance to overlook (spy) another campsite.  There, on a rugged picnic table lay a girl about thirteen or so, naked.  There, too, was a naked “grandpa”-like figure fucking her.
	Ah!  A familiar theme!
	The girl on the table had lovely super long curly auburn hair; small breasts, and a slightly tan body.  Her clothes lay in a heap on the table’s bench and she didn’t seem to be in any distress as her naked grandpa did his thing.
	The grandpa was an average height of a man, slender, balding, a couple tattoos here and there, and deeply involved in screwing his teenage granddaughter.  He pulled out of her sex a couple of times to beat his meat against her pussy then drive it back in.  Nothing was said from either and just as the man was getting his rocks off—out from a camper truck parked nearby almost unseen by the heavy brush came a black also about thirteen carrying in his arms a little no more than six years young.  She was clad in panties only.  The boy was naked.
	The grandpa humped hard the last fleeting moment of his orgasm; strained hard, pushed in harder, then pulled out to release a great quantity of grandpa juice.  He had to brace himself straddling his arms on either side of his granddaughter, his cock lay against her cunt still squirting old man cum.
	At length he managed to pull away from the granddaughter and virtually collapse onto the other bench and heave drenched in sex sweat.  
	“WHEW!” he exclaimed suddenly, “That was a good one!”
	The granddaughter seemed indifferent and sat up, fingered her seriously soiled snatch, collected her clothes and made for the camper.  The black youth sat on the bench opposite the grandpa still clutching the near naked six year old.  The grandpa remained gathering himself, his composure, his energy.  Then,
	Mary Deergear had so far been “shocked” as much as she thought she could be with the horrible-deplorable acts she was forced into by the horrible vile bastard.  But what happened nextly at the picnic table—wow factor times ten.
	The grandpa “Don” stood, waggled his weenie, stroked it and came to present himself before the little girl and boy.  The teenage boy had the girl on his lap his black mamba right up against her pussy.  The girl was a cutey; long super fine blond hair, blue eyes, blue panties with duckies all over them.  The grandpa stood before her masturbating.  The black boy grinned and held the girl on his lap; the girl reached out her hand and took over the job of handling the grandpa’s cock.  She didn’t seem embarrassed, grossed out, or alarmed in any way.
	Soon and the little cute blond girl was KISSING the man’s cock freshly pulled from her sister’s cunt.  She took in the whole head before the grandpa took over furiously whacking his monkey.  The black boy held the girl giggling and grinning and was awed—as was the unseen onlookers as the grandpa ejaculated a great gobby mess of spunk onto the sweet little girl’s face.
	“Oh my God!” whispered in disgust Mary.
	The grandpa went on to further disgust the nearly broken Mary—
	By pressing his cum squirter to the little girl’s cum laden face—face fucking her (skull fucking as the term is used colloquially in the military).  He cinched his nut sac right up against the child’s face squirting the rest of her splooge into her hair.  When done, or empty, he returned to masturbating and gouging the child’s mouth until she began to suck.
	Wait—there’s more!
	The grandpa stood back, spreading his stance and looking onto what he had done—and doing so with some glee.  The black boy stood the little blond haired girl up and pulled down her panties.  He then kissed her butt before turning her and placing her down onto the table removing her panties and spreading her legs.  There was an intrinsic grin etched on the boy’s face and down onto the girl’s pussy he went.  The grandpa remained standing masturbating, smiling, and looking onto the scene with increasing glee.
	Then,
	The black boy stood and pressed his cock against the white girl’s pussy.
	The little white girl seemed normal and not under the influence of anything.
	The grandpa stroked his cock all the harder but it was pretty well shagged out—but still he tried.  The black boy glided his cock up and down the little innocent slit—
	“Surely he wont—” whispered Mary.
	But he did.
	After much gliding of cock UP and DOWN the innocent pussy the black boy began entering therein.  Mary shook her head and felt as if though she had been socked in the stomach (again.)  How much more horrible could all this be?  Was it a dream?  A strange sick-twisted messed up totally nightmarish dream?  She shook her head and stared in utter awe watching as the young black youth penetrated the little girl and fucked her until he came.
	By then, the grandpa was hard enough (to break bricks) and after the little white girl was cleaned up—no blood so she had been penetrated before, the black boy laid the girl across his lap spanking her lily white ass before placing her on the table, laying her bent ways so as the very naughty white grandpa could access the girl’s ass.
	“Oh my God!  NO!” whispered Mary who began to retch and cry.
	The grandpa began spanking the little girl with his cock; glided said cock up and down the girl’s ass crack; then, with the black boy holding the girl’s cheeks open the grandpa penetrated her asshole.
	He fucked three intense minutes before finally achieving his goal.
	The little girl felt the discomfort of the grandpa’s cock as she twisted her little body, cried some “It hurts, Grandpa!  It hurts!”
	The grandpa paid no mind and at two minutes he had managed to get just about ALL of his manly manhood into her hole.  When at the last he finally managed to cum the lubrication there helped guide him all the way for full sodomy.
	And just as the grandpa pulled out, squirting some remaining cum onto the granddaughter’s lily white ass—the other granddaughter came out of the camper.  She was not pleased with her grandpa’s antics.
	There were words—something to the effect “You said if I let you do me you’d leave her alone!” ah, a proxy.  Megan was more than irked, she was quite pissed—and clothed.  She went quickly to her sister trying to console her—she glared also at the black boy, Han, who was her best friend.  The little girl, Molly, sobbed and fingered her buggered asshole.
	‘wait here.’ minded the Vile Bastard and he left Mary Deergear to “visit” the naughty grandpa and his family.
	For some reason—Mary DID wait.  She didn’t move, she didn’t run, she did nothing but “wait.”  There weren’t even any thoughts to run off and seek help.  She was disgusted by what she had witnessed and what she was a part of but she obeyed her Master and waited.
	The Vile Bastard (perp) waltzed into the campground quieting the upset Megan.  There was a handshake between the VP and the grandpa and then—
	“Come on out.”
	Mary felt motivated to “come on out” although she didn’t really want to.
	But nakedly she waltzed out of the brush and strolled right up to her Master, the Vile Bastard.  The naked grandpa looked upon her with a great gleam in his eyes.
	“Suck him.”
	Mary gulped and felt a little sickened—and at first she wanted to refuse but ultimately submitted going down to her knees and sucking the old man’s saucey cock.  She retched but didn’t gag and sucked the cock back to somewhat of hard-on status.  Then, she positioned herself (on VB’s suggestion) on the table, ass at the edge, legs dangling over.  Don Quotenmor positioned himself between her legs and drove his freshly hardened cock into her snatch.
	The pumping soon began.
	The Vile Bastard stood facing the stunned Megan.  Her mouth hung open and those pretty eyes went from her naked naughty grandpa to the naked stranger.  Mary lay twisting on the table and watched in some depleted horror as the girl stripped off her clothing again then went to her knees taking the Vile Bastard’s cock and sucking it.
	The black boy, Han Alsoup, stood grinning big and carrying the cum stained Molly.  After Megan sucked Vile Bastard’s cock sufficiently she was positioned onto Mary’s face and lain down the woman’s body.  Don pulled his dick out of Mary’s cunt and into his granddaughter’s mouth—while the Vile Bastard got behind Megan and entered her.

*

A bone for every hole
	To say the least, Don Q was deeply impressed (and thrilled) with the Vile Bastard’s “collection.”  Mary walked slowly behind with Don’s grandchildren, and the black boy.  Mary just couldn’t grasp it—what was happening to her was vile and reprehensible—beyond that even!  But she was powerless to stop it and couldn’t finger out how?  She was a cop, a well trained cop—despite mostly being a “desk” type person and a spokesperson for the Department.
	Once back at the Vile Bastard’s camp the “collected” came to stand and be admired.  Then, Kathy was motioned for by the VB and she was positioned on the table, laying down against the blunt end.  Newcomer Grandpa Don admired her ass, then petted the girl’s ass before prying her cheeks open and entering her.  Mary felt bile surging into her throat.

	Megan came to the table, too; laying down on width wise.  Brian, Nick, and Shaun stepped up—no foreplay, no preliminary oral exam—just stick it in and fuck!  Brian did just that.  Han handed off little Molly to the Vile Bastard and Mary closed her eyes—surely he wouldn’t?
	Don finished with Kathy, pulled out, spanked her with his cock and hand then stood back to rest (recover.)  Brian finished with Megan; Nick took his place.  Han hooked up with Hanna; Hanna placing her hands on the picnic table’s bench, her stance spread wide—Han patted her butt, fingered her hole, then stuffed himself firstly into her pussy and fucked heartily for two minutes before finishing off in her other hole.
	Too shagged out was the grandpa to do anymore; Han went on to bugger Julie, get his balls sucked on by Hanna, then fuck out and out Sara before he was spent and then some.  After Brian, Nick, and Shaun fucked and fucked well Megan, she watched as the vile-vile bastard of a man fucked her six year old sister, Molly.

*

	Come the new morning and—
	It was no better.
	The nightmare continued as much as the confusion and absurdity.
	Sometime around midnight and Mary had finally been well fucked enough retire to the sanctity of the van, cover up with blankets and go to sleep.  Not only had Brian, Nick, and Shaun have their way with her, but the black boy had cum in her pussy, asshole, and the new man, the grandpa, jacked off onto her face.  Thereafter she had licked out Megan’s pussy as well as tongued out the other little girl, Molly.  She watched in absolute horror as her Vile Bastard and the girl’s grandfather take turns sodomizing and raping her.  The black boy and Brian double teamed the girl while Nick masturbated and came off onto her sweet little face.
	By the noon of that day those with dangling dongs were too fucked out to do anymore.  Don and Vile Bastard shook hands and the naughty grandpa returned to his camp with his group.  Mary felt more ill than ever after watching the grandpa and the black boy have their way all the morning with the girls.  The black boy just wouldn’t keep from grinning!  His cock was so happy!  Very muchly did he seem to enjoy screwing Kathy and Julie while the grandpa seemed to enjoy Angela and Hanna.  Vile Bastard’s boys, Brian, Nick, and Shaun, fucked themselves silly screwing Megan and Molly.
	It was a vile-vile experience to be sure.

*

And then there’s this little incident
	The WOW factor had been thoroughly blown away.  His own mind was blown!  Grabbing the likes of Kathy, Hanna, Julie, and the other girls plus the boys was one thing; grabbing the police detective had been something else!  It had been more than a “whim.”  Much more.  And it was more than just being simply “smitten”—he knew the officer (well, not personally) but she was on the evening news—a lot.  She was a spokesperson for the local department of police officers and often spoke her mind about “the perverts in our society.”
	Dmitri took umbrage at that classification.
	Doing away with her mind had been quite the feat.  The finale of destroying her mind was Grandpa Don and his family.  Bringing Don, his grand girls, and the black boy, Han, into the fray had been the final straw.  It hadn’t been so bad to be repeatedly raped and abused by Don, Han, Brian, Nick, and Shaun, AND the Vile Bastard Perp, Dmitri, but watching the girls—especially little Molly, being raped and sodomized.
	All the girls of Dmitri’s clutch were in Mary Deergear’s view of being sexually assaulted in one way or another.  There, too, was the spanking and peeing.  The girls coerced into sucking the boys, standing up to pee, and licking each other out plus doing same to Mary!
	After Don Q and his family had departed, Dmitri had to get motivated and get moving—he was “on the clock” so to speak and had deliveries to make.  Ditching his “special” cargo took precedent and after coming out of the mountain he had to unload that special cargo—and it pained him.  More than anything did he want to actually keep the group—he had grown quite fond of them and hated to have left Don’s family—Megan and Molly especially.
	Deciding on who was to go first was always a toughie.  It was midday by the time he motored into Graburass, a desert city of a few thousand.  He had a few hours before he had to be at the warehouse of that city to make his special delivery.  With so many “special” cargo to unload he debated about releasing them all at once.  Even scattering them throughout the city would be interesting.  
 	The kids’ minds, like Mary’s, was pretty much frapped.  What had happened to them would never be clear—sex and abuse, sure—that was a given.  But the details would never be exact—even under hypnosis.  So, with that, Brian and the other two boys were the first to depart.  Of course, there was one more incident—

	Mary sucked on the boys—one at a time.  She sucked on their proud well worked prongs, their ball sac, and licked out their assholes.  Dmitri caressed the boys’ ass, fondled their prongs, and had them suck him.  Then, with a seriously hard cock—Brian entered firstly Hanna’s lovely well fucked cunt and pumped tenaciously for several minutes.
	After five intense minutes the boy was directed to mount (and fuck) Mary.
	It just couldn’t be helped—but Dim had feelings, strong-intense feelings for Hanna.  That smile!  Those eyes!  That hair style!  Those small breasts, lovely young pussy, body style overall—she was something and warmed Dim deeply.  Having sex with her prime and really something.  Poking her up the ass and having her suck him—that, too, was really something.  Watching her suck the boys, lick the pussy of the other girls, pee standing up—all added up to “really something” and a strong unholy desire.
	But the reality was that he couldn’t—he couldn’t keep her.
	Nor could he keep the others.  Kathy and Julie warmed him, too; as did Angela and Sara.  Megan and Molly.  Sinking his pud into Megan had just about put him over the top—sinking his pud into Molly—WOW!  Getting into her sweet mouth had been had just been awesome; penetrating her elsewhere—well, that sealed the deal in blowing—no, ripping his mind.
	Nick and Shaun got their “finale” turns, too; blow jobs from some of the girls and one final suck from the woman.  When their young puds were hard enough to break bricks the boys re-fucked the girls they had been poking for the past two days (and nights.)  Nick was put to motion with Julie and then Angela while young Shaun grinded on and then in with Sara and Kathy.
	Inasmuch as participating in sexual activity with the gang—watching the gang participate was also a particular enlightening thrill.  Up close and personal; watching the boys, watching the girls—the boys on top of the girls and the girls on top of the boys.  A video of their antics had been made; including acts with the police officer, Mary.  Dmitri’s participation was also included but wearing a black mask over his face, a fake nose, mustache, and other details concealing his details made IDing him impossible.
	Then, with the boys gone—
	Kathy, Julie, Hanna, Angela, Sara
	He wanted them all.  To himself, somewhere in the mountains, a mountain cabin—with a basement/cellar.  He didn’t think he would grow tired of them—but if he did he could always get more.  That was mind boggling, too.  Kathy was just as cute as she could be—such an innocent face!  She took to cock sucking pretty good, though; and didn’t bat an eye in licking butt hole!

	There was some sadness as the last “girl” was unloaded.  By then, the local music station interrupted its broadcast with the “finding” of the boys just unloaded two hours earlier.  The girls were let out, naked of course, and Dim headed the van to the loading dock—unloading the detective a block before.

	Some hours later and while supping at a local diner the news was filled with the discovery of Detective Mary Deergear, the girls, and the boys.  There, too, were other stories of children, young adults, teens, bank robberies, thefts of this and that, sexual assaults of “this and that” all centered around some sort of mind altering device (electronical).  
	There were wars outside the nation; homelessness; political corruption in cities and on the national front; medical epidemics; poverty issues—but the Top News was Electronic Mind Altering Devices, Mind Control.  Somehow it made Dim uneasy and nervous.  So, after his meal he made a hasty disappearance.
	Dim’s Boss was sending him on a Midwest trek to deliver “special” cargo; in the van was a special section for that “special” cargo; there, too, was a section for Dim’s own cargo, a special liquid kind for new customers.  With his mind filled of Detective Mary, little Kathy, little Molly, the miles past by easily enough and soon in no time at all he was cruising into the Midwestern states and one helluva storm.

	There was “Dorothy” and that little yap-yap doggie of hers; a couple of sitcom situations facing pending doom; and every season a news story topping all others.  Dmitri himself, though, had never been in a hectic storm of any kind.  No perilous situation where he had to bargain with God to save his soul.  
	Getting off the interstate and onto a common highway Dim tooled Eastbound into the prairieland; the Breadbasket of the country also known as the Midway State or the Sunflower State.  His destination, though, was thru the state and onto to the Show Me State.  With his mind still lingering on the pat days’ events he paid little attention to the changing weather.
	The bright lights lighting up the highway behind him along with the ear piercing siren sorta-kinda woke him up out of his stupor.  Cops!  Lots of cops were screaming behind him putting his beating heart near right out of his chest.  His asshole clenched up so tight he was going to need a colostomy bag to shit.
	Fortunately, though, the COPS! were not after Dmitri Tsugua.  He pulled over and formulated a plan—temporary insanity came to mind.  He counted as many as five state highway patrol cars, and a fire engine, too!  When he pulled over and contemplated how he would use his EMAD to waylay the COPS! the COPS! roared past him screaming on down the highway.
	“Oh.” Dim said to himself.  ‘Cool, I knew they weren’t after me.’
	After a few minutes he was able to relinquish he tight hold on the steering wheel and move on.  Turning on the radio he heard the TORNADO warning and noted the bleak bleakness of the surrounding skies around him.  Not good.  For the life of him he couldn’t understand WHY there was any population living in the Tornado Alley area.  Inasmuch as why-why-oh why the fuck why were there anyone living on stormy states—year after year there were numerous coastal storms killing dozens.  And yet there were millions of peoples tempting fate and living right on the shore.  Mind boggling.
	A roadblock send Dim to another direction; a tornado warning put him off to another road going North.  More warnings put him in direct line o’ danger.  Tooling along at road speed with dark gloomy skies all around and suddenly there was the monstrous tornado the radio had been squawking about.  It took Dim’s breath away as it “just suddenly appeared” and was enormously colossal from the get go.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Dim muttered.  It was awesome to say the least and seemingly was crossing the landscape rearranging the geography as it did so.  Trees, cars, cows were tossed about as easily as matchsticks.  Dim hit the accelerator and motivated the non-company company van to the nearest bridge.
	There were several other vehicles under the road bridge with all the motorists up under the bridge tucked in as tight as they could be.  Dim was one of them—but then the tornado took note of the hapless humans and began coming to visit them.  The roar of the approaching mass of pissed off wind was more than words could say.  Dmitri attributed the noise of the massive wind to that of several OLD style locomotives crossing over a trestle while he was beneath it screwing some girl who was screaming her head off.
	But along with the incredible noise there was the air pressure.
	There, too, the ground was shaking.
	Dmitri was shaking and saw his van moving.  His van, a station wagon, a midtown delivery van, a full sized transportation moving van, and a VW Bug.  On the onset of the tornado the Bug was sucked out and gone.  So was Dim.
	“WE’RE NOT GING TO MAKE IT!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.
	A woman in her early thirties had with her her two children, a teen girl about fourteen and a young girl about ten.  The woman was frightened as frightened could be.   Tow truck driver grabbed his heart and died on the spot—he was also sucked out from under the bridge and the pressure of the wind increased ten fold.
	“WE’RE GOING TO GET SUCKED OUT!” Dim yelled.
	The woman looked to him “where else can we go?”
	Dim grabbed her hand and began pulling her down the embankment,
	“THERE!” he said—a culvert.

	From the bottom of the embankment of the bridge ran a buried culvert, twenty feet or so open at each end in a roadside ditch running alongside the road; the ditch was partially filled with water—partially filled with debris making it a slight challenge to get into the culvert all the while a F5 tornado bared down on them.
	“MOVE TO THE MIDDLE!” Dmitri screamed.
	The noise of the twister rumbling over them whilst encased in a galvanized cocoon was not the greatest thing in the world but it was safe and they survived.  Sorta.  It seemed like several minutes and maybe it was; as the tornado ripped over them Dmitri curled up in a fetal position trying desperately to blot out the incredible roar in his head.  He screamed just to scream and try and overpower the overpowering howl of Mother Nature’s pissed off wind.
	Then the roar died down.
	Dim lay curled in soiled brackish water with the roar of terror still raging in his head for many minutes.  Then, slowly, he uncurled himself.  He still breathed hard; his asshole was tighter than ever.  He stomach was tight, too.  As he crawled to the opposite end he had entered the culvert—every inch was painful.  A tingling sensation there was akin to when one’s arm/leg falls asleep.
	When at the end of the culvert he paused fearing to peak out—fearing that when he popped his head out the mighty twister would be there waiting.  With a big sigh he summoned up courage and peered out.
	No awaiting twisting just broken dark foreboding skies and seriously torn up real estate.
	“Son-of-a-bitch!” Dim said aloud.  He had survived his first tornado and it had been a dousy!
	Back inside the culvert he found the woman in a serious state of “stunned.”
	Teenage daughter, Amelia, fourteen, was also pretty stunned.
	The little girl, Danica, was not so stunned but very frightened.
	With the terror over—Dmitri Tsugua was back to his old self.
	He was cold, soiled, stanky, mired in muck and whatever else from the contents of the culvert but found old feelings resurfacing.  “Denise” was in her early thirties, short dark hair, dark eyes, favorite color—green.  Green earrings, green rings, green bra and green panties.
	Green panties?
	Laying on top of the woman firstly, Dim shook her, slapped her face,
	“ANNIE!  ANNIE!  YOU ALRIGHT!?” he screamed—a technique learned from the CPR classes he had taken.  There was no response from the woman—so he undone her blouse’s buttons and groped her breasts.

	There was still nothing from her—so down came her pants and “green” panties.  Annie/Denise remained stunned, eyes locked, mindless.
	‘Humph!’ Dim chortled, ‘no EMAD needed!  Just add tornado!’
	It wasn’t the best place to have sex but he moved the woman to a mucky mound of muck and assorted debris keeping her out of mired water and after rubbing his cock against her womanhood found all-too familiar feelings surging thru his lions.  And it helped when he took down Danica’s pants finding a pair of red panties on the girl—also taken down.
	The fetid water was a bit annoying but Dmitri kept a steady onslaught of his task—and although it had been almost a day since last he had cum he managed to squirt one good squirt.
	His back cracked; then his head hurt as he made the mighty thrusts causing him to arch his back sending his head upwards to contact the ceiling of the culvert.  He lay on Denise fingering her young daughter concocting some seriously naughty thoughts.
	Moving off of the still totally stunned Denise, Dim finished undressing Danica.  The cute little girl had some charm, long straight dark hair, green eyes, flat chest.  Dim’s dick was on fire so for a couple of minutes he lay beside the girl fingering her.  Her teenage sister remained as stunned as her mother.
	Danica made a noise—an indication of awareness—slight awareness.  She blinked her eyes at least, breathed more, and peed.  Dim’s fingers invaded her virgin cunny and soon was aroused enough to mount her.  He thought of Kathy right off.  Then Julie, Sara, Hanna, Angela, Megan, and Molly.  Kathy’s lovely face—Julie’s smile, Hanna’s hair, Sara’s smooth slender body.  There was a trembling—a shuddering flooding his body and his cock invaded Danica’s cunt breaking her in.
	As much as he had enjoyed screwing Julie, Sara, Hanna, and the others, butt plunging Angela had been a treat, too.  He didn’t know why but although Angela had a good enough to fuck cunt—plowing her dirt chute had been a particular thrill.  While poking the eleven year old’s ass he had of course felt her up and down her front, fingering her pussy and mawing her young developing breasts.
	It was her hair.
	Angela had a unique perfumed hair; a particular shampoo or something she had used that was fragrant enough to last awhile.  Usually while poking a girl he seldom got to “smell” her hair.  While doing a girl from behind—well, he was right there and so the fragrance of her hair while boning her asshole made the event all the better—and memorable.

	After exiting the culvert he peeled out of all his clothing and wallowed in the swallow ditch where there was not so dirty water then strolled to his van.  After drying, and finding a pair of discarded panties he believed belonged to Julie, he dressed in clean clothes then fired up the van (that had been moved completely out from under the bridge and sat parked sideways on the road—but still on all four wheels) and motored on his way.

*

Lusting lustfully Lester Lustful
	He looked like a dork, a geek, and a nerd all rolled into one.  A boyish face, bowl shaped hair cut, and though he was thirteen years young he looked twelve years young.  But he had a friendly smile, a good attitude, and an eye for a girl he was with.  The girl, Polly, had a unique face, braces, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a nice bod for a thirteen year old.
	Other teens were assembled—at a pizzeria.  The talk was of the recent tornado, the football game their school lost, lame parents, lame cars, and perverts with mind controlling devices.  Lester Lustful, the main character in this spin, was nervous as he chatted with Polly Prickmee.  It was clear that he was “warm for her form” and most likely a virgin.  It wasn’t clear, though, if Polly was a virgin.
	Lester and Polly slipped away from their friends and walked up the sidewalk to the grocery store where within they made a purchase of other treats not available at the pizzeria.  Then they walked up to the sidewalk to the opposite end of where the pizzeria was chatting and noshing on their treats all the way.  The girl had a nice butt.
	Around the car parts anchor building of the shopping area to the back of the shopping area to the cinder block fence where LJ (Lester Jr.) got a nice crotch shot as Polly straddled the five foot fence and swung her legs over.  Polly made the jump down to the dirt ground beyond while LJ—clumsily fell and rolled.  He was ok—just embarrassed.  The two slung their school backpacks to their shoulders and continued on their way.

	Minutes later,
	“Wanna a beer?” it was out of his mouth before he really thought about it.
	“Sure!” quipped back Polly.
	Lester realized his fuck up of blurting out something before giving it thought; he had just wanted to break the ice and being the typical teenager when no one else was home “pilfering” into those things he shouldn’t was just one of those things.

	Polly was cool.  She spoke funny like her mouth was full of marbles, but that was attributed to the braces.  She looked nice.  For a girl of thirteen she had some good titties.  A nice butt, not too slouching in the shoulders, nice hair and she was in sync with Lester’s thoughts on politics, history, philosophers, and books.
	Then there was the discussion about Lester’s favorite subject—sex.
	“Everyone makes it (sex) likes it a big conquest,” Polly said flatly, “smoking pot is more than that!”
	Lester was confused—but was cool with the girl’s non-committal attitude; she wasn’t going to put out but if she was cool to drink beer and smoke weed—well, there was a chance after all!
	As the conversation went onward instilling into young Lester a serious hard-on and a deep desire to “jump” Polly’s bones it did seem that the girl was “willing” if Proper and Special Protections were done.
	‘she means—if you’ve got a dick wrapper.’
	Lester gulped, sweated, then excused himself to go rummaging—
	—in his room for a “special” package he thought he had.
	—in his parents’ room in his Dad’s drawer and nightstand where he knew “protection” was used ‘cause the family didn’t want anymore “mistakes” (like he himself was labeled.)
	—in his sisters’ room where he KNEW they had boner wrappers.
	All to cum up empty.
	Frustrated he slumped into the sofa he shared with Polly.
	“If you’re looking for condoms I’ve got some in my backpack.”
	Lester couldn’t believe what he heard.
	“You do?” he said trying to play it off and not be so enthused.
	“Yeah, “just in case”.  My Mom’s idea actually but I think it a good idea, too.”
	Lester didn’t know what to think.  He sat with his legs firstly open—then realized he had quite the little hard-on bulging.  Quickly he shut his legs but was restless, embarrassed, and finally just opened them again.
	“Do you have a boner?” Polly asked blatantly.  Just like that!  On her own!
	Lester didn’t know what to say or do.
	‘tell her YES!—stupid.’
	Lester didn’t blurt out “YES!” he couldn’t blurt out anything so he nodded his head instead—and perspired all the more.
	“Can I see it?”
	Lester sat in total disbelief; an insane axe murder bearing a bloody machete bursting thru the wall wouldn’t have made more of an impact that Polly Prickmee’s words “Can I see it?”

	He was embarrassed and unsure—making it difficult for his mind to be overwhelmed.  He shrugged saying “You really want to see it?” to wit Polly piped,
	“Sure!”
	Lester wrinkled his nose and unzipped his black jeans then fished out his handsome teenage cock.  And as far as “handsome teenage cocks” go, thirteen year old Lester Lustful had more of a decent cock than most other boys his age.
	“Wow.” said Polly—also noting the enormity of Lester’s dong.
	Lester was proud of it; he waggled it, stroked it, then kind of got over his embarrassment and proudly opened his legs hauling out his ball sac, too.
	“Maybe we should go to my room.” Lester said staring straight ahead talking to the coffee table with great fear and trepidation welling in him, “You know, just in case someone should come thru the door.” Like an unexpected sibling sister, a Mom or Dad parental unit, an axe murderer…
	“Good idea.” Polly said standing up gathering her bookbag.
	Lester felt suddenly weighted down and unable to stand.  He did at length—and as Polly passed behind the sofa behind—did she fart?
	Lester, of course, had heard his sisters, Chelsea and Heather ripped butt blasts but as for “other” girls he had never but assumed that they did.
	Once in Lester’s bedroom located on the second floor of a modest middle income home Polly kicked off her shoes after slinging her bookbag into a chair.
	“Nice room.” Polly said; and although Lester had proclaimed a more intellectual theorem there were rock star posters on the walls of his room; movie posters, too; and odd posters and paintings, too.  There were also his new hobby—filmmaker stuff of which he had gotten Polly’s attention in the first place.
	Polly then further blew Lester’s mind by pulling off her green top.
	Lester’s cock—still out in the open, grew harder.
	Polly had a nice typical pinkish bra—off it came and there they were, a pair of nice teenage titties any boy would be proud to ogle.  Lester had two sisters, Chelsea at seventeen and Heather at fifteen.  Both he had seen naked, both he desired deeply to have sex with.  Heather was a little more giving and they had enjoyed Touchy/Feely when they were younger.  With both girls he had smoked weed with and gotten drunk—but not high or drunk enough to mess with the girls.  He had their panties and “used” them in his quest to achieve delicious orgasm.
	But to actually get in passed panties was his ultimate goal.
	Polly hefted her own breasts enticing Lester all the more.
	Laying down on Lester’s bed, Polly shucked her jeans and young Lester could hardly believe what was happening—or seeing!  (the girl wore no panties!)  She parted her legs and drew a finger about her crevice.  Lester’s cock sang a song of joy!
	‘take off your clothes—stupid!’
	Lester fumbled nervously getting his clothes off.  He was kinda frail and needed to spend more time in the glory that was sunshine.  Before “mounting”,
	Polly produced a condom pack.  Lester smiled sheepishly and then was totally-totally blown away as Polly popped the unwrapped condom into her mouth like it was chewing gum.  Then, she leaned to the standing bewildered Lester in what seemed like she was going to give him head.  Lester had never had one of those, either.
	But it wasn’t a full on blowjob but just a manner of which the girl placed the condom onto Lester’s cock.  Lester had no idea that was how it was done.  The girl had talent!  How’d she know how to do that?
	Anyways,
	Once Lester’s tool was successfully wrapped it was down to business.
	‘lick her pussy.’
	Lester had had no schooling in the proper manner of foreplay.  Nervously he “went down” on Polly.  His tongue lapped wickedly all over the girl’s quim and with further schooling was managing nicely to charm and fascinate the girl.  She twisted and contorted on the bed as Lester’s tongue entranced her into a strange sexual awareness she hadn’t known.
	She wasn’t a virgin.
	Lester didn’t know that—nor would he care if he had.  After mouthing Polly’s pussy he finally moved up and slipped his cock into her sex.  Having a wrapped weeny did sort of diminish some sexual pleasure—it was pretty much all the same to the girl (or Polly.)
	There was pleasure enough, though, and Lester went on for three minutes before spewing his goo into the reservoir tip specifically designed for semen.  The boy had been a little sloppy in his lovemaking but ultimately did a fair job.  Polly got her orgasm and that was a good thing.  Their sweaty bodies meshed and after the shared orgasm they lay in a sweaty heap groping one another and kissing.
	That led to Polly winding up on top of Lester.  The condom was pulled off and another round of sex followed—after Polly slapped on another condom (but didn’t do so orally.)
	Lester thoroughly enjoyed clutching Polly’s ass.  That felt AWESOME!
	Four minutes were needed before another blast of love exploded.
	A shower followed—whereupon, while all soaped up, Lester got Polly “up the ass.”  No condom needed there.  Whether or not Polly was an anal virgin wasn’t clear.  Lester sodomized her in the shower and then once out the two came onto the floor where they made love again—no condom was used here.  Good thing ‘cause Lester didn’t cum.
	Polly did, though.

	After an afternoon of getting more sex than ever he thought he would,
	“Mom’s got OT!” exclaimed a very happy seventeen year old Chelsea.
	“Dad’s over in Warren working on that jail project.” stated an enthusiastic Heather.
	No parental units in the house.
	Well, save for the always present, Jacklynn Covermiass—the kids’ aunt.
	Aunt Jacklynn lived almost clear across the city but visited the Lustful household almost on a daily basis—laundry, watching the children, taking a child somewhere, interacting with the children and their parents.  Jacklynn was the sister of the kids’ Mom.
	And Aunt Jacklynn was “cool.”
	Define “cool”.  What you mean “cool”?
	Well, for starters, she had “stash.”
	In the basement was the place to enjoy the “stash.”  There was beer, shots of whiskey, and enough stash to make four good joints plus enough for a bong hit.  Jacklynn was thirty-three years young and totally hip.  She got along with the family but was sometimes regarded as a nuisance (by the kids’ Dad.)
	Chelsea was the first to pass out followed by Heather.
	“Lightweights!” chided their Aunt.  She and Lester remained upright but buzzed—Lester, though, was faking it.  After a whole beer and a shot of whiskey followed by a good toke on a joint—Aunt Jacklynn also bit the dust.
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Lester blinked his eyes and wavered a little bit—he HAD taken a few tokes from a joint and had one beer (but no whiskey.)  He was slightly buzzed but still within his faculties.  Sort of.
	‘you have no problem poking your sisters?’ it could have been a statement or question.  Lester was all smiles—and hard-on.  He had no compunction whatsoever.  Long had it been that if given the chance—yeah, he’d fuck the snot out of both his sisters.
	‘good,’ said the Voice, ‘then let’s get busy.’
	
	Chelsea Marie wore “nice” clothes; name brand, a little more expensive than her modern day middle income family should afford.  But Chelsea worked for most of her wardrobe so that helped.  And once the “designer” blouse, bra, pants, and even panties were off—she was just the same as any other girl (who was naked.)
	She trimmed her cunt’s pubes, too.
	Lester had a helluva a boner as he eyed his naked sister.

	“You sure she wont wake up?” the boy asked of “no one in particular” but sensed in some odd manner that he was not alone in the undertaking of undressing his sisters.
	‘no.’ replied the Voice.
	Lester grinned big, sweated some, then came to lay right on his sister, Chelsea.  No foreplay, no pre-fingering, no cunnilingus—just mount and rout.  The Voice had no problem with that.  The thirteen year old was eager—eager to commit incest by way of rape so who was the Voice to say otherwise and deny him?
	The boy’s average schlong made diligent penetration.
	Sister Chelsea wasn’t a virgin.
	Brother Lester didn’t care.
	Although boning Polly had been fun—boning his sister was better!
	The Voice (Dmitri Tsugua) found holding off no longer possible.  As Lester pumped his sister, Dim caressed Lester’s ass.  Lester didn’t notice—or care.  He pumped and pumped—slipped out and grinded against his sister’s cunt, then made re-entry and continued pumping shouting “OH! MAN!  OH! MAN!” over and over until finally creaming.
	The boy shuddered all over and literally melted onto Chelsea.
	‘that was a good one,’ the Voice commented, ‘bet it’s even better with the other one.’
	And more than boning Chelsea—Lester James Lustful wanted to FUCK his sister, Heather.  Heather and Lester had a special rapport, they got along, were closer in age, and had done some preliminary Touchy/Feely when younger.  They covered one’s ass when there was trouble, too.  Heather was more willing to “show” herself—in undies or otherwise than prudish Chelsea.  Screwing Chelsea was something of a deliberate conquest.  Sinking his pud into Heather was just a happenstance goal.
	There was a lot of cum—the chance of impregnation was high.  Consequences!  There was a penalty for incestuous actions.  Lester, again, didn’t care.  All that mattered—according to Les, was to fuck pussy and cum.  Nothing else mattered.  It was a philosophy—“I Fuck, therefore; I Am.”  Or something like that.
	Sister Heather wore brown jeans—kinda tight and difficult to undo and get down.  He managed, though; the girl’s top was simpler as was the bra.  The fifteen year old had a nice body—but then so did most fifteen year old girls.  Heather’s snatch was neatly trimmed—and also non-virginal.  Lester, schooled by the Voice, fingered his sister’s cunt, licked it before plowing it.
	Five minutes of pumping and—
	“OH! MAN!  OH! MAN!  OH! MAN!”
	The quantity of cum was enormous.
	And once more the boy collapsed in exhaustion.  He shuddered, trembled, moaned, and steamed.  Dmitri took the moment to “take” Chelsea.  Sloppy seconds was ok—wasn’t preferred but it was ok.  The pussy of Chelsea was snug but giving.  There was no mind probe to uncover hidden truths of the seventeen year old; he just enjoyed screwing her, playing with her very nice teenage titties, and bringing back to mind Danica and her sister, Amelia—along with Kathy, Julie, Sara, Hanna, Angela, Megan, and Molly.

*

Dim meets the Strangler
	Chelsea, Heather, Aunt Jacklynn.
	Lester Lustful had no morals—well, insofar as putting his bone into his sisters AND Auntie.  After sufficient rest, a toke, a three-gulp of beer AND a shot of whiskey, Lester undressed his passed out Auntie and spent five minutes marveling at her nudity.  She was a grown woman—thirty-three.  A Plain Jane sort of woman, good sized titties, shaven cunt.  A blue butterfly tat on the upper area of her shaven poon; a rearing snorting pissed off unicorn on her right butt cheek.  One titty was smaller than the other.  Gorgeous hair, brown, silky and soft.
	Currently, she was a truck driver.  She had been a police officer—until getting nicked by a wayward bullet sending her cartwheeling down some wooden warehouse stairs injuring her back.  The Department sidelined her from active duty placing her inside the building at a desk.  That didn’t sit well with the aspiring police officer so she found some solace as a truck driver.
	Lester licked out her pussy and got a tremendous hard-on as a result.  Dim was deeply involved in fucking the brains out of Heather.  Lester gave his all, and half an ounce of cum in less than two minutes of pumping.  As much as he was enamored with his sisters—boning his Auntie was a mind blower.

	According to his Mother, Dmitri was a Godly man.
	According to Dmitri—not so much.
	Dim did believe in the existence of God—but only as much as that belief was God exited in One’s Mind and not so much as the Heavens Above or the Universe.  He still went to church, though—but only a totally different reason.  His soul he assumed was damned—damned—damned-damned.  Condemned, even.  Redemption?  Never heard of it.  He was corruptible, corrupted, and corrupting.  A follower of Christ, a seeker of Peace, Love, and Joy?  Not a chance.  Dmitri, like Lester, sought on the pleasures of sexual conquest.  

 	With the EMAD as a crutch, he further sought to overwhelm others to help further is insatiable need.  Sex was a Way of Life and Dim felt that he was closer to Nirvana than he was to God.  There was nothing that was better than a good orgasm—at someone else’s expense.  Sure, the EMAD could enlighten his life in other ways.  The minding device could help save lives, improve life, pursue the truth where none existed.
	But what fun was that?
	Engaging in immorality was a strange interlude that was unexplainable.
	A deep desire?  A deep seeded unnatural desire?  A “just because” he could do it and virtually get away with it without repercussions?  More than likely the latter.  Teenage girls, young adult women—that was one thing.  But why-why-why on Earth did he pursue young girls?  He wanted to see girls naked, all girls, all ages.  He wanted to see them in their underwear, pissing in their underwear.  He wanted to spank them; he wanted to pee on them; he wanted to jerk off onto their faces; and then he wanted to rape and sodomize them.
	Why oh why oh why—that was the question.
	There was no answer.

	The news of the wicked tornado filled the airwaves.
	The news of some wicked bastard taking advantage of a hapless family also took the airwaves over.  Like a sucker punch, the country was devastated upon learning of a family—a mother and two young daughters found naked in a roadside culvert victims of a horrendous act of vileness.  The family was mind stunned being unable to give any information about their attacker.
	Witnesses from under the bridge, however; gave details of a dingy white extra long van leaving the area.  No license plate but the description of the van was decent enough—but it sorta/kinda fit the description of many “white cargo vans”.  However—“extra long” vans, with a roof mounted air conditioner, no windows past the cab, extra large tires, kind of helped pin down the description.
	So, more than a simple car wash was in order for the non-company company van.  Some window plaques, pint stripping, a change of tires, and removing the air conditioner on the roof helped further non-descript the non-company company van.  Still, though, Dim slipped off the main road taking country roads and left the Sunflower State for the Centennial State.
	Just before evening type time and another tornado came tumultuously terrorizing the countryside—and Dmitri!  Finding a road less traveled, Dim floored the van hauling ass across the territory until the panic within him had waned.  That actually took about an hour.  By then he was in unfamiliar land—even reading some of the signs didn’t help—terror still consumed him.  It was a feeling he didn’t care for.
There will be a brief intermission before the Main Event 
	Lightning flashed in the distant background lighting up Greenhorn Mountain.  A sudden bitter cold blew down from that high mountain bringing a little static electricity.  The tall sawtille grasses swayed bringing another disturbing feel to the already charged air.
	There was, though, a break in the gloomy pending skies.  That didn’t mean shit, though; there had been clear skies in the Plains and then suddenly there was a tornado looming rearranging the real estate.
	Dmitri stared a long time at the distance; casting his eyes to the skies, then back to the business at hand—which was Melody Ribsblue.  She was fifteen, blond, lots of tan skin all over, a little naïve as far as sex goes but she knew the basics.  She was cute—and the lightning flashing in the background reflected in her incredibly blue eyes.
	Dim put his fingers between her legs fingering her.
	Melody reacted—as she should—screaming, ranting, twisting all to no avail.  She was secured to an old fence post that was sturdy enough regardless of its age to hold the teenager despite her frantic yanking.
	“You’re only going to hurt yourself.” Dmitri said.  The EMAD had been good in recent days to allow him to “acquire” the girl, spy on her and others at a Colorado dude ranch for city dwellers seeking a little ranch-like atmosphere, and gain insightful knowledge those “others” would rather keep secret.  After that, the EMAD began to show signs of discontent and non-functionality.
	So brute force would have to work and Dim was ok with that.
	Finger-finger-finger; followed by, “Drink this!”
	Melody tried not to ‘cause the man’s demand that she “pee herself” was more than absurd—especially when her friends kidnapped along with her were sitting in the van watching.  Waiting.  Melody closed her eyes and slung her head—no way—in No Fucking Way was she going to piss herself for the sick man’s pleasure.
	Yes way.
	Dim roughly gouged Melody’s cunt, rubbed her ass, and pressed his body against hers.  He heard a “snap” and at first feared he had snapped her back.  But it was merely the rotting fence giving way to his brutish presence.
	“Piss yourself and it’ll be easier on you.”
	“Fuck yourself!” Melody belted out.
	Dmitri smiled and stared into her blazing eyes saying, “If I were you, Missy, I’d watching thyself,” he paused, then; “don’t make me angry—you won’t like me when I’m angry.” And the fingers were replaced by the stun gun.

	“Jesus fucking ape shit!” shouted exclaimed sixteen year old Ted Browchip.
	Twelve year old Josh Sprinklehead just sat with his eyes glued and mouth open wide.
	“Leave her alone!” barked the other kidnapped teen, sixteen year old Bradley Shoehorse.
	Dmitri paid none of Melody’s friends any attention put pressed the stun gun to the girl’s crotch for a second time.  Melody freaked out and DID piss herself but not on Dim’s command.
	Melody had on a western shirt and rustic red jeans.  She breathed hard, trembled, and was only “slightly” wet.  The girl heaved, clenched all over, then finally—
	Why it pleased him so he didn’t know—but to see a girl piss her pants pleased him greatly.  To see a NAKED girl peeing was also a pleasure.  And age didn’t matter—teenage or younger so long as they peed standing up.
	Melody peed and peed and peed.
	She had drank three whole personal bottles of water and the need was great.
	Dmitri unfastened her pants; Melody broke down and wept; Bradley made more irrational demands; the boys stared in awe and some horror.  Down came Melody’s pants and she herself continued to pee.  Dmitri smiled and was awed as she pissed thru her lavender colored panties.
	“You could have avoided the pain if you would have complied to begin with.” Dim whispered to the girl.  “Now you will suffer the indignity for your actions.”
	Melody was too fucked up in the mind to ask what he meant.
	What he meant was; down came the pissy pants and panties.  There was sufficient daylight for those in the van to see the nakedness of their friend.  Also the treatment—
	Dim pressed the prongs of the stun gun to the girl’s pissy pussy and activated it.  She seriously freaked the fuck out, pissed some more and was a total mess.  Dim released her from the fence post—she had wrenched the skin around her wrists so he applied medicine and gauze pads.  Then—
	“Lay down!” he told Bradley.
	The sixteen year old Bradley breathed hard—looked to her disheveled friend, glared back to their kidnapper; then thought wisely (or something) and obeyed.  The boys, Ted and Josh, sat in bewilderment with their hands tied securely behind them—as was Bradley’s.  With the EMAD not working 100% it was wiser to secure the group rather than not and depend exclusively on the quirky brain wave capturing EMAD.

	Bradley tensed as Dim undone her basic cowboy jeans.  Her cowpie or crotch damaging boots had been already removed and tossed.  Down came her jeans reveling a typical pair of white bikini style panties.  Bradley heaved—not a sick kind of heaving but trying to curb her emotions.  Melody was still a mess.
	With the jeans off—the panties were next.  Bradley shed some tears and wavered her lips—she knew she was going to be raped.  That was true—but,
	But first!
	With the panties off (and tossed) Bradley unrestrained legs were opened wide with one ankle hooking into the leather handloop a former cop’s ankle had been in.  It was awkward laying so and not very comfortable.  It got a lot worse.  The embarrassment level went off the scale as Melody’s face went planted into Bradley’s cunt—Bradley’s shaven cunt!  No tattoos.
	Melody’s face was planted to Bradley’s cunt so as her screams would be lessoned—her screams be lessoned ‘cause from behind her the demented twisted Dmitri Tsugua spanked her.  Hard.  First with his hand and then with a ping-pong ball racket.
	And when her ass was blistered red—
	The twisted demented Dmitri Tsugua shed his clothes and spanked the girl’s freshly beaten ass with his cock; then assaulted her crack with his fingers and tongue before shoving his fuck stick into her pussy and fucking her brains out.
	And true enough—she DID scream into Bradley’s cunt.
	Talk about a mind blower!  Ted and Josh were beyond stunned and way beyond awed.  It was just the beginning, though.

*

	While traveling incognito the wild west dude ranch—courtesy of the Electronic Mind Altering Device that used highly intensifying refractory something-something that generated intense waves about his person rendering him ta-da!  invisible.
	Being so unseen allowed great advantages—
	Barging into a bank was one.
	Traipsing about a girls’ high school gym…
	Or traipsing about a dude ranch.
	In doing so—lots to find out.  Lots.  Not a lot of young peoples—not from the city.  The only “young peoples” were the ones who worked there!  Fascinating!  There were three men and one woman who helped with the horses.  Two cooks, three maids.  Then, for “helpers” were three teenagers who gave guided tours on horseback.  

 	There, too, was Josh Sprinklehead who was the dude ranch owners pre-teen son.  It was he of whom Dmitri got interested in firstly.  The boy’s quirkiness, slyness, and other pertinent mannerisms tipped the invisible Dmitri off that the boy was up to something.  And he was right.
	Normally, the dude ranch served adults mostly.  Mostly.  But occasionally there were special events whereas younger peoples came along with their parents or grandparents.  Josh Sprinklehead was secretly observed secretly leading astray some of those “young peoples.”
	And he had help—in the way of an electronic device.  An electronic device that costed him plenty and had only ONE ability—mind stun.  It was lame but it would do—it have to.  And young Josh S didn’t seem to mind—he was happy to get whatever he could get and get away with.
	One of the first “young peoples” Josh S got away with was Amanda Ziggzagg.  She was twelve; had a nice rack, long-long brown hair, a sweet-sweet face, nice butt.  Josh waylaid her and had to take her by the hand to move her out of view behind one of the barns.  There was clutter there—tractors, bales of hay, old wooden cisterns and so on.  It wasn’t prime for doing any naughty business but it would do.
	Zombiefied.  Amanda Ziggzagg was much like a zombie but without the urge to eat brains.  Josh checked her out, fondled her breasts, fingered her between the legs, then daringly opened her shirt.  Taking a security look around he groped the girl’s small but pleasing breasts (this after popping up the bra cups).  Then he undone the girl’s blue jeans.
	And after a brief pause—
	Blue panties.  Light blue with white daises all over them.  The twelve year old boy was pleased with the twelve year old girl.  He nodded his head and had a peculiar smile on his face conveying “nice.”  The jeans were tugged down and down to his knees did Josh go—therefore being eye-to-crotch to Amanda.  After another brief pause for security reasons—the panties were tugged down and there it was—pussy.
	Josh sweated, breathed hard, farted, and was completely awed by the girl’s nakedness.  Another quirky smile came to his handsome boyish face and after brushing wisps of untrimmed hair out of his face he put his hands to Amanda’s bare ass.
	The boy then stood up and unhitched his jeans—quickly; then hurriedly pushed them and his tidy-whiteys down.  His preteen cock was super hard and taking Amanda’s hand he virtually melted as he got the girl to please him.  He had to work her hand to work his cock but still—pleasure was pleasure anyway you can get it!

	Then, risking chance he maneuvered the girl onto a bale of hay where risking even MORE chance pulled her boots off followed by her pants and panties.  Then her shirt and bra.  She was naked and Josh risked everything as he stripped off all of his clothes, too!
	Opening the girl’s legs he tongued her pussy and closely inspected the girl’s poon.  A few licks, a little tongue probing, and the naughty-naughty boy of twelve mounted the mind stunned girl and fucked her!  He was months away from being thirteen and wasn’t supposed to be so sexually active.  There was no stopping him—even the sound of horses and peoples talking nearby didn’t stir him—nothing mattered.  All that mattered was cumming.  Josh penetrated Amanda breaking her cherry and “getting after it” like nobody’s business.
	Dmitri didn’t get involved.  He could have—but didn’t.
	Josh went two minutes and some seconds before blowing his load.  He melted onto the girl’s body—it sure as shit beat beating one’s meat!  Jacking off was one thing; humping a pillow was one thing, humping the bed another thing.  But actually getting off in a girl’s quim?  Wow!
	The blood coating his cock and balls was not cool, though.
	“Aw, fuck!” the boy exclaimed aloud, “Gross!”
	He used his own personal bandana to wipe his dick and balls clean as well as clean off Amanda’s cunt.  His first fuck—er, first dick-in-pussy fuck.  He sighed and played with his still erect dick then positioned himself onto the girl again followed by a second fuck.

	Colleen Bragbottom caught both Josh and Dmitri’s eye.  The girl was not yet ten—actually, not yet nine and she was as cute as cute could be.  Light brown hair, blue her favorite color scheme; an amazing face—eyes, pert nose, and smile.  She also had boobs.
	It was just before the evening dinner and wild west show.  Lots of peoples from the city and those already at the ranch were in attendance.  There were extra security but one armed with a narly mind altering device didn’t fear “extra security.”
	Colleen was taken astray thru one of the barns and out behind a small dirt hill—just enough to hide them from prying eyes.  Little Colleen, cute-as-a-button was in a pretty western style light blue dress.  Josh wasted no time in jerking down the child’s powder blue panties then laying her down on the dirt pushing her legs back, too.
	The horny near teenager ogled the child’s naked pussy—then hauled out his cock to glide it up and down said naked pussy.  Then, holding nothing back, penetrated her.
	OH!
	The fuck was on—there was one minute of not-all-the-way in and then a minute of all-the-way in.  It was awkward fucking but fucking nonetheless.  The girl was a virgin—was.  Dmitri found himself unable to hold back.  The girl was just too cute!
	After Josh got his nuts off he cleaned himself and the girl using another bandana.  Then he fingered the girl, kissed her; then, rolled her over to pat (spank) her ass.  At the time he didn’t know about “sodomy” or other forms of foreplay, afterplay, or anything.  But he was twelve—Missionary was all he was supposed to know; where babies come from and sort of how they got there.  Much else was supposed to be elusive until he was in high school.
	Dim zapped the boy having him sit aside whilst Dim himself helped himself to the hapless girl.  Amanda Ziggzagg had a sore pussy but didn’t know that she had been raped—mostly thanks to riding a horse and attributing her sore pussy to riding.  Young Colleen would be different; she hadn’t ridden a horse yet!
	After getting her out of her clothes completely, Dim checked her over before straddling her chest and flopping his cock to her face.  The girl had boobs and was not yet even nine years old!  The boobies weren’t big and barely a mouthful, but there were mounds nevertheless and so therefore enjoyable.
	A little skull fucking and then Dim “went down” on the girl giving her pussy (and his tongue) a serious workout.  By then Dmitri’s cock was hard enough to break the nearby river’s dam!  And being significantly larger in length and diameter than of his young horny friend, Colleen was going to have one hell of a sore cunt!
	And being significantly longer and wider there was no full penetration.
	Dim was cool with that; he guided the head of his dick and a little of shaft into Colleen and made do with that.  Pumping was inelegant and graceless but it accomplished the desired need.  A gracious amount of man jiz squirted into the girl’s quim and it was satisfying enough.  Full vaginal penetration would have made the vile act better but—
	Grinding his cock to Colleen’s slit also helped in the satisfaction.  More sperm squirted coating the child’s belly.  She was sooooo cute!  So cute that Dim moved up from her satisfying cunt to her satisfying face and once more took pleasure in skull fucking.

	Morgan Lousetick was another cutey; she was ten and wore very tight jeans.  And just after coming in off of a two hour ride into the flatlands surrounding the dude ranch and horndoggy Josh S zapped her mind as she fussed with her horsey in one of the horsey barns.
	And in the stall of Brighteyes did the nasty business transpire.
	This girl, unlike the previous two, was not a virgin.
	Josh didn’t know the difference or would have cared if he did.
	Kind of cramped quarters with Brighteyes taking up space.  There was one pile of crap and a lot of straw strewn about but Josh made do and made Morgan naked in a matter of seconds—just under a minute stripping her to her skin.  She was kinds of cowgirl; blond hair in twin pig tails, slightly tan skin—all over; and just the “cowgirl” kind of persona.
	Josh gently laid the girl out on the strewn straw, opened her legs and marveled at her hairless snatch.  The boy was on a roll and didn’t mind fucking a girl who didn’t react in any way.  In a way, it was kind of better that way.  If all that mattered was for the dick to get off and give pleasure—who the fuck cared if the girl reacted?
	It was quite the scene to watch—and sneakingly invisible Dim watched!
	The naked girl was mindless—naked and mindless.  That was the only way to go!  Young Josh shoved his fuck stick into the girl’s cunt and got after it.  More than involvement himself—Dmitri Tsugua enjoyed watching.  The naked young girl was a beauty—as were ALL naked young girls!

	Zoey Grizzlerag was one more found pleasure with.  Zoey was a sweetie of a mere seven.  Seven!  No morals for Josh!  He led the hapless mind stunned girl out behind the main building where he did really nothing more than get the girl naked.  Then, he felt of her, fingered her pussy, then—on his own, laid her down and licked her pussy before mounting her.
	No penetration—he lay on her and grinded his cock HARD against her virginal slit and humped like crazy until ejaculating.  It was then that the young boy began spanking himself!  Promising!  He humped tenaciously against Zoey’s fine young snatch grinding right into her virgin crevice squirting a massive wad of pent up spunk causing the young boy to shudder and then collapse.  He didn’t care if the girl was twelve, eight, seven, or five!  He didn’t care if he got into her pussy or just against it.  The boy was promising—very promising!

*

I know why the stalled horse whinnies
	Although Josh was an interesting subject—co-worker Melody Ribsblue was even more so.  And SHE didn’t have an minding device!  It was naughty business to beat all—starting with sneaking out of her bunkhouse a little before midnight.  Dim surmised she was off for hanky and panky with some beau.  Not quite.  Not a beau, not even a boy!  Dim followed ‘cause he was that kinda guy and had a hard-on for Melody.  His hard-on grew intensely when the young teenager met up with Lacy Briarwood.
	Lacy Briarwood was a young adult woman, hard looking thing, mediocre breasts, big thigh, short cropped dirty blond hair, and a hell of a wrangler.  Although merely twenty and four years young—Lacy B could “wrangle” a horsey with the best of men cowboys.  New horses arrived every so often and some needed taming down for the city slickers who came to be cowboys/cowgirls for the weekend—or week or however long they paid for.
	The two met up behind the stables—and embraced before segueing into a dramatic kiss.  Dim was intrigued.  The two locked lips for several seconds before moving into one of the horsey barns and to one of the stalls—a stall belonging to “Victor”.  Victor was a more than average horse; taller than most, more regal looking as he was a dark horse with a white forehead and “socks.”
	The lip locking continued with an added bonus feature of ass grabbing, breasts fondling, and “scissoring.”  That was with clothes on.  Ten minutes after intense clothes-on-loving the two shucked their clothes and continued their midnight affair.  It mattered not that Lacey was nine years older; the two fell into the straw and “got busy.”
	Usually the age gap difference between adult and younger person was usually of mixed sex—a female teacher to young hot throbbing teenage student was usual; a male teacher to female teenager was also the norm.  But not in this case.  And there was more, too!
	Pussy pounding was one thing; 69ing was another.  Melody and Lacy spanked one another (during 69ing)—that was another thing.  But what was most striking of all—
	After pounding their pussies together, titty sucking, spanking, lip locking, Lacy pulled a bale of hay under the studdly Victor.  Curiouser and curiouser did Dim become intrigued.  Then—THEN—Lacy positioned herself on the bale of hay.  Under the horse!  She did!
	And what’s more—
	Melody came to take Victor’s cock and begin gliding it up and down Lacy’s cunt!  She did!  It was a mind blower for Dmitri.  Melody stroked Victor’s very horsey cock getting it harder and harder.  Lacy’s legs were spread wide thrashing about as she tweaked her own nipples.  Melody worked the horse pud head right into Lacy’s cunt all the while fingering herself.
	Then suddenly there was an explosion and Victor unleashed a torrent of horse cum.  And there was a lot of it.  Melody had brought Victor off getting a good portion of horse cock into the young woman’s cunt.  Lacy thrashed about fingering herself and taking finger loads of horse spunk to her mouth.
	After a few minutes or so, Lacy came out from under Victor to wallow in the straw with Melody.  They sixty-nined, spanked one another, and then it was Melody’s turn—under the horse.
	Then there’s Ted Browchip and David Crispwrite.  They weren’t into horses or children—they, instead, were into one another.  They had panties and desires to fuck the crap out Bradley and Melody but neither girl gave their fellow co-workers much attention.  Mostly, Bradley despised Ted and Melody tolerated him.  Ted was kind of sort of full of himself.  Unfortunately, he was a good horseman and had saved two lives to his credit while working at the ranch.  That only helped balloon his already inflated head.
	David was a wisecracker and a jokester which annoyed the girls—of which he sought to annoy as much as possible.  One prank backfired—not on him, of course, but slightly injured Bradley when the firecracker went off prematurely sending her horse “Galaxy” into an uproar tossing her onto her backside.
	So what are teenage boys to do when the only available pussy cant stand you?  Grab some naughty magazines, panties, beat off, and fuck one another.  They weren’t gay—inasmuch as Dmitri’s proclamation that HE wasn’t gay.  
	And as it happened—the boys showered together, too.
	No cocksucking, no ball playing, not even “reach around.”
	They just showered (together) and moved one of the little tiles that peered into the adjoining bathroom that just happened to be the bathroom of Bradley and Melody.  Just happened to be.  Occasionally the boys won out as the girls “used” the bathroom for the intended purposes of what a bathroom was intended for—toilet use or shower.
	The boys often got their jollies when the girls showered.
	More jollies were to cum…

	She was cute—as were most girls.  Curly blond hair that bounced on her shoulders; a sweet-sweet face, pert nose, blue eyes.  In six months time she’d be eleven years young.  Crossing the wide open space from the dinning hall barn to the guests rooms—Darla Peacebird caught Ted’s eye.  She wore a nice blue dress akin to a party dress or something worn while participating in a barn’s square dance.
	‘if you could get away with being naughty with her,’ the Voice said into Ted’s beleaguered mind, ‘would you?’
	Ted blinked his own blue eyes, licked his lips, and watched the girl cross his path.  He groaned.  He gouged the heel of his hand to his aching cock and the desire was ergo well known.
	‘then let’s make tracks!’
	Getting the EMAD to render himself invisible was one thing—utilizing the refactory ability to cover another was something else.  It was doable but using the EMAD’s other powers was seriously limited.  Ted wavered as the waves of air surrounding him were accelerated to an extraordinary state making Ted unseen.
	The horny teen gathered himself and was prompted by the Voice to follow Darla.  The Voice wanted to waylay the Target; misguide her to a different direction but the distance was too great and the Target seemed upset thwarting the minding device’s ability to overwhelm her.
	But before Darla made for the door to her family’s guest room,
	ZAP!
	‘raise your dress.’
	Darla paused a moment then reached around herself and raised her dress.
	The indicators on the EMAD wavered between green and yellow but the brain wave capture indicators were all above 80 percent.  The Voice/Dim preferred 95 and better percentage—but he’d take what he could get.
	Doing something naughty in a guest’s bedroom just wasn’t cool.
	But it would have to do.
	Once inside and Darla was directed to the bedroom she shared with a brother and sister (older).  Dim released the wavering air about Ted and then himself putting them back into “visible—I can see you!” mode.  This freed up the marvelous minding device’s abilities to fully overwhelm the Target now a Subject.  Ted was still oblivious to the Voice’s presence other than “in his mind.”
	Dim was nervous—it was a security issue as Darla’s parents could waltz in at any time, or her siblings.  Dim was interested in the siblings but that was for later.  Currently,
	Darla lay on her designated twin size bed. 
	Ted stood in a fear stupor.
	Dim—ditto.
	At length, though—
	‘lift her dress.’
	Darla wore cowgirl boots—red and brown with white knee socks.
	Not blue or any shade of blue panties but orange.
	Orange!
	And not hair one on her sweet little pussy!  (once the orange panties were pushed down to her knees.)  Ted sweated and Dim fought with fear.   And the risks mounted as Dim had Ted take Darla’s boots off—followed by her panties.  With her legs open—both Ted and Dim took in the girl’s nakedness.  Nice and smooth, hairless, perfectly puffed pussy lips—virginal.
	Both Ted and Dim moaned.
	‘would you FUCK her if you could?’

	Ted nodded—and lusted.  There was a deep-deep ache and needed no encouragement in undressing and getting on top of the young mindless girl.  Dim checked the door, locked it—locking it from the inside helped curb some of his fears.  A square dance social was going on at the main barn and it was unlikely any of Darla’s family members would come to the room prematurely.
	Ted firstly lay on the unwary girl, grinding his cock against her virgin territory and lusting-lusting-lusting heavily.  No second thoughts, no hesitation, no guilt or even reluctance.  There were no scruples about Ted Browchip; it simply didn’t matter if the girl was fifteen, eighteen, twelve, or ten.
	‘what if she were eight?’
	Ted grinded his shaft into Darla’s slit shaking his head conveying NOPE!
	Dim smiled and relaxed on the bed watching the boy grind.
	Two minutes later and Ted was cumming.
	No penetration.
	Dim was cool with that.  Ted humped a good humped and emptied his nuts; then lay off to one side while Dmitri assessed the situation.  He firstly fingered the girl’s sauced quim—
	Then heard bootsteps on the plank walkway outside the door.
	‘SHIT!  PISS!  FUCK!  MOTHERFUCKER!’

	Francine (Franny) and Charlene didn’t know what hit them.  Francine looked good in despite being over six foot tall at sixteen years young.  Super curly dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, very-very nice titties, and knee length reddish dress (with nothing (NOTHING) underneath!)  Just a bra to support those very-very nice titties.
	She smelled good, like peaches.  She had taken a sip of something she shouldn’t have, smoked something she shouldn’t have, and needed to take something for something that might happen later that shouldn’t do.
	Charlene wanted to change clothes—she hated dresses and wore a nice orange dress—with petticoat that rustled as she moved.  She preferred jeans and did so change.
	—when the changing girl was down to her panties,
	ZAP!
	ZAP!
	It was a safe bet that the girls parental units would NOT be interloping as they were deeply entrenched in the barn dance festivities.  Dim stripped off his clothes then looked over (closely) Charlene.  
	Ted had no problem being naughty with Darla—he also had no problem being same with her sisters!  Dim was pleased and smiled.
	As it turns out—
	Darla HAD taken some dick prior to getting Ted’s mess on her.  The dick, however, was of a boy some years younger than she and his little dinky was not enough to bust her cherry.  A boy a couple years older did her Up the Ass.
	Charlene sought favor with a boy from her neighborhood and risked pregnancy as they got hot and heavy in his garage.  The subsequent hot and heavy occasions and the horndog teen had a wrapped cannon.
	Franny also enjoyed riding risks and seldom had a boy’s dong in her cunny that wasn’t secure.  She accepted dick up her ass and liked to be spanked.  So while her mouth was down on Ted’s dick, Dmitri Tsugua spanked her with his bare hand, then his bare dick, then reamed her pussy until he thought he would pass the fuck out.
	The girl had a decently tight cunt—that wasn’t the problem.
	The problem was Dmitri’s overuse of his cunt dweller.
	Whether or not he creamed the teenager’s preferred hole of not was not clear.  Dim pulled out when he felt the time was right; Ted unloaded his nut juice into the girl’s mouth then went on to enjoy Charlene and Darla.  Dim, however, still felt at ease.  A more sublime location would be more soothing.  Ted entered Francine—laying on top of her and laying completely down on her squashing her lovely teenage titties.  
	Deep dark disturbing thoughts began to swarm in Dmitri’s mind.
	Very dark—very disturbing.