August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Fifty Eight
Disturbingly Dark

Wickedly, something this way cums
	With his mind blank—he was more at ease.  Not all was right with the world; wars, political conflicts, corruptions, everyone with an EMAD, but sitting in the near dark, legs folded, no noise—all was as right with the world.  Well, with Seth Strangle’s world.
	The tranquility Seth sought was broken by a noise.  It wasn’t a familiar noise so there was cause for alarm.  Seth, though, took “alarms” with the proverbial grain of salt and didn’t get excited about it.  Concern, yes, excited—no.
	After unfolding himself the tall lanky teen made way thru the house to greet his Mother coming thru the front door.  SHE was excited,
	“Come, Son, come see!  Come see!”
	Bonita Strangle was very elated, bemused, and happy—and packed in a small bundle was something to see.  Seth followed shielding his eyes from the bright sun.  The front yard had trees, shrubs, windmills, spinwheels, one side dirt with a few ornaments and on the other side of the pebblestone pathway short well trimmed grass with water fountains and other assorted bemusing attractions.
	In the driveway was not the French car that had been in the family for years and years.  The Peugeot had been replaced by a German auto, a brand new Mercedes.  The medium business was good!  Well, helped out by Bonita’s good son handing over some profits from his “hard labor” helping out the community.
	Seth was all about helping out his Mother—whether that be hiding under the house using a crank handle screwdriver to “lift & raise” the séance table or handing over some monies he had come across.  His “hard work” came from the selling of the military truck converted into a recreational vehicle, Chance Loudfoot’s truck.  It wasn’t legal but the person who bought the truck didn’t care and was just as much of a lowlife as Chance!
	Then,
	The liquor store.	
	The same liquor store Shay Boatnik (page reference 27/Chptr 57) had acquired his monies to tempt the kids in the cave.  On Seth’s visit there was a sign on the front glass door—BACK IN TEN MINUTES.  It wasn’t unusual but it was strange—in the middle of the day the proprietor taking a Nooner?  The liquor store was just a store, no petrol pumps; there was a Laundromat next door, an electronics store on the other side with a small pizza store at the end.
	Meandering slowly nonchalant-like around to the rear of the building Seth found an unlocked door to the liquor store.  Inside the store there was muffled sounds that got Seth’s interest.  Someone else came up to the closed/locked front door finding it closed/locked with the time indicator.  The potential customer seemed shocked and then pissed but walked away.  Seth was led to a store room where Saboo Geturfeetwet was seriously putting it to Karyn Peckeride.
	Karyn Peckeride was seventeen, big busted, slightly overweight, and the only part of her skin that wasn’t tan was the interior of her ass crack.  Long flowing unkempt raven dark hair, shaven pussy, purple lipstick, purple fingernails.  And as Saboo stuffed her cock box she was a little vocal and a lot wild.
	So as not to disturb them, Seth backed up and was mindful of the security cameras.  He then made way to the small room where extra storage was stowed along with the non-community bathroom.  There, on a dedicated shelf was the video recorder system for the store’s security.
	As it were—the system was already disabled on Stand-by Mode.
	Seth was cool with that and helped himself to a soda from the fountain, then some chips, some smokes and a 40 (40oz. beer), and some of this and a little of that.  (the smokes and 40oz beer were not for Seth but for an old black man who lived in the nearby alley.)
	Checking in on Saboo and Karyn—
	The initial bam-bed-de-boo (say it fast and it works) had been completed and the high school girl was on her knees (where all high school girls belong) sucking Saboo’s cock.  Saboo sat on a cardboard box of store supplies reeling in the joy of getting sucked.  His eyes were closed, big-BIG smile on his face, sweating and totally oblivious to the presence of anyone else.
	All the while Saboo smiled and grooved on getting sucked, listening to his Indian music, taking in the Happy Smoke incense drifting from the Hindu goddess, Ganesh, a sash cord was pulled tightly about the soft neck of his cocksucker.  When the unfortunate girl began to gag, Saboo became aware.
	“What the fu—?” was all he got to blurt out before the window sash cord from Karyn’s neck went quickly about Saboo’s neck.  The slightly overweight Indian tried to fend off the attack but was entangled with Karyn who had slumped to the floor and his own impending death.
	After Saboo slumped to the floor himself, Seth unlocked the front door, removed the sign, and made his own—HELP YOUR SELF! And went to make his delivery to his black friend before going home.

*

	Bonita was so excited about the new car she could hardly drive; but did so and took her Good Son to a very nice ($$$) dinner.  Seth indulged his Mother.  When they returned home after business at the insurance office and Department of Motor Vehicles and some more “showing off” to her friends, Seth settled in his room musing over the newest news—
	The Church by the River was inundated with “mishaps” among their parishioners; over a dozen peoples from the church had met an untimely departure from the earth.  So far, Philip Jokestone  and his young daughter, Kellie; the lovely first time smoking teenage girl, Jenny Hardtoe; more than experimental Justin Birdtrain who enjoyed the pleasures of Tray Attaboy and Ricky Itchballs; Justin’s rough disciplinarian Daddy, Donald Birdtrain.  Then the very young Jessica Tiretree who had been out of the norm for what Seth usually saw fit to deal with as usually the Subject was some sort of miscreant before Seth’s involvement.  But the little tyke had been wandering the parking lot unattended so it was more the fault of her parents than the girl herself leading Seth to punish the child in a way punishing her guardians.
 	Daddy Danny and his lovely daughter, Maryanne Horsetranner who had unwittingly blabbed about her Secret Club to her members, Miko Singbelly, Tahj Leftoestinks and Teddy Mowtrigger.
	That tidbit of newsy info was followed by:
	Mark McShane and his self naughty daughter, Nellie (page 18 to refresh your memory.)  David Happenview with his daughters in the family car, Ellen and Lisa.  Ellen being a newly licensed driver itching to drive and be on her own.  The image of the girls stripping naked on their Daddy’s “suggestion” via an electronic device filled Seth’s mind—inasmuch as the other aforementioned mentioned fathers and daughters, fathers and sons.
 	The naughty grandpa with his granddaughters, Deeanna and Emily.
 	Then the two teen gay boys in training, Toby Gearwork and Nathan Bellweather.   (page 23; previous chapter)
 	Investigators were confounded on many of the unnatural cases surrounding the Church by the River and assumed that some sick perverted Perp was utilizing a Mind Altering Device to perpetuate his jollies.  Such was the assumed case of Kristal Cavebang, Kyle Kowsucki, and Madolynn Gumpox.  All three were nude and there was strong sexual activity mostly to the teenager Kristal but also to both the young people she was with.

 	Nice wholesome Christian kids was the headlines for the next group of teens; Carrie Ann Fearart, Skyler Grimteeth, Rita Itchsnot, Veronica Mouthview, 
Greg Zygotty, and Rory Coxwain.  All found naked in the rough area of the river wilderness area, all found with severe sexual activity.  Investigators didn’t believe that the teens had engaged sexually on their own.
	Then there was the kids found in the caves above the bluffs above the canal and river and wilderness of the Church by the River.  Shay Boatnik, Darry Quartlow, Victor Attarock, Larry Spewsock, Pauline Quartlow.  Shay was a known teenage boy who was a high school dropout and seen loitering around liquor stores, back alleys, and suspect in some mischief or one kind or another.
	When the body of Gail Headglove had been found—she had been found with horse cum spread all over her—especially to her vagina.  Investigators were very appalled and couldn’t believe what they found and were at odds to whether or not the girl had acted on her own or had help.  But, then of course, there was the same MO as the other unfortunates—the strangulation.
	Then the final grouping.  More than mind boggling.  More than the conscious mind could possibly conceive or make sense of.  There was no making sense of—it was chaotic depravation on a grand-grand scale.  A mother, her children, other children, a police detective, an undercover officer, and a police activity “helper.”
	No explanation of how they all came to be.  Something had gone terribly-terribly wrong.  It was more than unfathomable; the FBI, CIA, Scotland Yard, and other investigators from around the globe were trying to piece together what had been found in a remote area of the mountains.  There were strangled bodies in creeks, a lake, and a ditch.
	Then there were the mass strangulations of a mother, Merideth Laxdaisy; her teen sons, Jerry and Jason, and her preteen daughter, Morgan.  There, too, were four other young girls plus a boy!
	Mind boggling!  Simply fucking mind boggling!
	And finally,
	The liquor store of Saboo Geturfeetwet; his cum was found in the seventeen year old girl, Karyn Peckeride—in her pussy, asshole, titties, and mouth.  But had that been as an act of his own, her own, their own???  Or had they been mind warped into committing such lascivious acts?
	“Who is responsible for this heinousy!?” cried out the reporter.
	Seth smiled and toyed with his sash cord…

*
Reflective memories
	Philip Jokestone and his daughter, Kellie—the images of Philip filled Seth’s mind (and wouldn’t leave!)  Mostly the man’s eyes.  Death amused Seth Strangle; as a child he had watched several species of the insect world perish at his hands.  Some by fire, intensified sunlight by magnifying glass, household laundry bleach, and pulling their legs off.
	For Philip Jokestone, though, it was a two-fer—his own life being squeezed out of him all the while his naked child lay atop him being violated with a sash cord around her throat, too.
	What had been the man’s thoughts?  His own self preservation?  His child in jeopardy?  Seth’s own pleasures regarding sexual dominion over “whoever” was overshadowed by his quest for understanding death.  There was pleasure, sure; but it was tame in comparison.
	Pleasure, sure; he had been fascinated with the father and daughter engaging in their little romp in the pickup cab sitting in the parking lot of their church.  The little girl had happily sucked and sucked and sucked her Daddy’s cock; her Daddy harbored great sexual emotions that could not be curbed.  After ejaculating into his sweet child’s mouth he continued his pursuit of sexual conquest further enticing their unseen watcher.
	Sure he admired the girl’s nakedness; her ass, her little bald pussy.  But seeing Philip’s cock sliding all around that bald cunny, poking and grinding the slit and the girl’s fuckable asshole—only intensified Seth’s other unnatural desires.  And admiration was followed by pleasure—but a different kind of pleasure as others, including Phil, sought to enjoy.  Seth’s pleasure of penetrating Kellie’s young ass was rather dull—he didn’t seek to wholly revel in the pleasure of his plunging.  There was a determination and relief of cumming was undoubtedly welcomed—but it was a dull sort of event regardless.

	Jenny Hardtoe had also given him fulfillment—she had been calm all the while he had taken her from behind.  With Jenny, there was a difference in his overall overwhelming of the young girl.  A different captivation he couldn’t understand.  It was the girl’s persona; she was thirteen and experimenting with her first cigarette.  A pretty girl, slim body, decent titties, long golden brown hair.  When Seth had gotten her to take her clothes off—using his secretive minding device, Seth was once more smitten.  
	A beautiful girl she was; she had two sets of grandparents who were members of the Church by the River; aunts, uncles, several cousins.  She was well liked, not an “A” student in her junior high school but “B” average.  

 	According to her bio, she liked to doodle and make “stories” of her doodles; she also liked poetry.  She was a virgin—in all three places.  Whether or not she was a pussy pleaser or not was not known (no Q&A on Seth’s EMAD.)  After the girl had stripped off her clothes, Seth looked her over, then held her to his body while squeezing her and roaming his hands over her backside with specific intent on her ass.
	Then,
	Some admiration of the girl’s front area before turning her around.  Then again she was pressed to his body while his fingers roamed about her breasts, stomach, and pussy.  The girl remained quiet and calm; the river made the only noise save for a few bothersome blackbirds.  The day was dismal with clouds in the surrounding area; no one was about and the river was running high that day.
	On her knees, Seth admired Jenny’s ass.  Parting her legs he admired her crack, asshole, and pussy.  He smoothed his hands over the girl’s ass, patted this cheek and then that one before inserting his cock into her sex.  She was a virgin.
	Was.
	The sun though not present cooked his skin; Seth made full vaginal entry and fucked the girl’s virgin pussy before pulling out, spanking her ass, and penetrating her equally virginal asshole.  His hands went up along her sides then placed the sash cord about her throat.  
	The girl remained calm—until her face came into the river’s cold mountain water.  Too late.  A new sensation came to Seth Strangle as the flailing girl’s final fleeting moments suddenly erupted something strange inside him—as his cock was in the girl’s ass!  He couldn’t explain it—but it was exhilarating!  Much like an illegal drug, there was a euphoric eruption seething from his loins—it was more sensational than mere ejaculation.  Much more.

	There wasn’t much to reflect on the boys, Justin Birdtrain with Tray Attaboy and Ricky Itchballs.  There was more reflection on Donald’s abusive second banana preacher Daddy, Donald.  Donald had just had an abnormal desire for young boys; the usual perversion for girls was there but more unlikely if not dangerous.  The desire for Tray and Ricky was more pronounced due to the fact that they were “boys” and the deviant nature of going against nature was more desirable.
	And although Seth had “directed” previous Subjects into acting out, undressing, performing, there was something more in the shenanigans with the boys.  Tray and Ricky were cute lads—even better naked!  But that afternoon, at the church, in the classroom with defused light streaming in thru the painted glass elongated windows at the top of the room the debauchery young Justin and his two young followers engaged in immorally did something for Seth.
	To put a name or even a word to “what” wasn’t available.
	It was more than “strange.”  More than enlightenment.  A curious feeling enveloped Seth as he watched Justin spank the bare naked asses of Tray and Ricky.  A familiar – but not so familiar feeling came over the unseen Strangler; and the light from those elongated windows was not in the shade of blue that the painted windows were made of but yellow.  Whether or not that was significant or not wasn’t known.
	Justin Birdtrain was deeply perverted—after much spanking of his two young charges there was butt hole licking, ball washing, cocksucking, butt fucking, and peeing on one another—the act of boy love continued all over again!
	Justin cleaned himself up in the room’s private bathroom containing just a wash basin and toilet.  He hugged the boys; kissed them, played with their puds and balls, got them to suck and fuck one another whilst he dressed and worried less a fuck about getting home late then deftly sodomized the boys ONE MORE TIME while continuing to spank them then felt the pressure of getting his boy loving ass home—
	Leaving Tray and Ricky to “fend for themselves” so to speak.
	What had actually lay in store for the lads after Justin’s thrills with them wasn’t known; curbed by Seth’s intervention.  Justin fled the church leaving Tray and Ricky alone, naked, in the church classroom, with Seth.
	It was just an unfortunate victimization of circumstance.  Tray and Ricky were soiled—mind, body, and soul.  Seth assumed the role of Justin and put the boys thru another round of sexual frivolity ending with his throbbing hard penis jammed tightly and firmly up their cornholes as he tightened the sash cord about their throats one at a time.  

	Watching the second banana preacher of the Church by the River beat the bare ass of his son for his non-scholastic activities put Seth in another curious onlooker mode—one that he could not explain.  There was no hatred or animosity to the second banana preacher or any feelings of pity to the boy being mistreated.  With the help of the EMAD, though, other feelings were propagated to the point of perverted potential.
	It turned out that Justin’s Daddy, Donald, had no problem with sodomozing his son.  He also didn’t mind if the boy sucked his cock, sucked his balls, or licked his butt hole!  He wasn’t so inclined, though, to do same unto him.  All Daddy Donald wanted to do was smack the bare ass of his son.  It was empowerment, overpowerment over another—specifically his son.
	So then neither would be fit for society.

	So Seth deemed it necessary to forgo their lives so as they would not endure hardship reliving the sequence of sordid events.  He was doing them a favor by strangling them—and he did so while putting Donald into putting himself into his son.  Justin was not aware of his Daddy being strangled—only that his Daddy’s cock was shoved deeply into his asshole while he was pressed hard against his bed.
	At the point of death there was a great release tantamount to the euphoria of drug use.  It was intense and filled Seth Strangle with intense picture-like mosaics flooding into his mind; a kaleidoscope of images that made no sense but none were needed.
	And ye, Seth’s cock had been embedded up into Daddy Donald’s ass—inasmuch as Daddy Donald’s cock was up his son’s ass.  Both enjoyed a tumultuous orgasm that may or may not ever be repeated.  For one, especially, the repeat of that orgasm would NOT be repeated; for the other—the pursuit reigned on.
	For Justin, Seth turned the boy over onto his back and rammed his rod up into the boy’s cornhole.  As the act of their illicit love consumed time, Seth drew the sash cord about the young man’s throat and slowly released his mind back to his own.  The boy’s eyes fluttered, he seethed thru his nose and tried desperately to pull the ever tightening cord from around his neck.
	Seth dramatically humped Justin’s hole, shoving in harder and harder while the boy’s legs floundered all about madly.  The struggle was on; the boy thrashed and wallowed on his bed being thoroughly sodomized while being thoroughly strangled.
	Sperm sputtered from Justin’s cock right at the point his eyes fluttered for the last time.  Seth ejaculated into Justin’s hole with again strange new nuances of feelings he didn’t quite understand.  As the boy’s heart fluttered, head twitching, last final gasps for breath came—and went, Seth emptied his ball juice DEEP into the boy’s hole submitting to a glorious achievement that was delicious orgasm.

*
	He had a penchant for “little girls.”  They were cute, sweet, and mostly innocent.  The demise of little Jessica Tiretree, the five year old wandering aimlessly unescorted in the church parking lot, was unfortunate but necessary.  Necessary to punish not little Jessica but her parents for “forgetting” her and overlooking her.  She was too young to be out by herself even to go use the potty.
	On his lap, Seth marveled at the little girl; then after removing her clothing was in awe of her.  Pure innocence.  Such beauty!  Seth had often thought highly of the professional models strutting their stuff on national TV; women of the State, National, and World proudly pronouncing their country and themselves with their bodies and minds—mostly their bodies.
	But Seth soon learned those models were shallow.
	The models of the world were not for any specific “cause” but for promoting their own social needs—mostly money and secondly their bodies which was tied to money.  And it was a trickle down thing from adults to teenagers.  Cheerleaders came to mind; sure they were pretty, some even were smart but most were in it for their bodies and to get whatever they could out of life using their bodies.
	It was a sham and a shame.
	Little Jessica was just cute and innocent without knowing the truth.
	So, after fingering her delicate little poon, kissing her, licking out her delicate little poon, inserting his penis and having his way bringing him to a new and different level of deviant perversion—he used the sash cord, therefore, punish her parents.

	And as it came to pass Seth came to realize that he had no feelings; none of remorse, regret, or anything of the like.  When an aunt passed away of whom Seth was somewhat fond of he found that strangely he was not as upset as his Mother was or other family members.  To Seth, the body in the casket was a shell.  If there WAS a soul, it had gone at the moment of death.  So why all the fuss?  A pet he had had for years had given him little insight to grief for he shed none although his Mother was in tears for days.  
	Death was an elusive phenomenon that attracted Seth to no end.  he didn’t understand it and desperately wanted to.  He found “death” an interesting experience; although, he himself had not encountered such a fate—much like Miko Singbelly, Tahj Leftoestinks, and Teddy Mowtrigger—the three unfortunate boys of the Secret Club.  The quirkiness of club member Maryanne made for an interesting interlude—for Seth anyways.
	Who was actually in charge was a bit odd; Daddy Danny Horsetranner was for sure—but what of Maryanne?  Seth got the feeling that the little girl played a part, too.  Just what was not known.  The boys were oblivious to their fates; they thoroughly enjoyed engaging with their only female club member and seemed to act mostly on their own only goaded into participating sexually by Danny’s sleight of hand work using his mind controller.
	Each of the young-young boys had a special quirk about them; their eyes, smile, persona, whatever.  Each boy lusted although they didn’t know what “lust” meant or was even perceived to be.  Seeing Maryanne naked circumvented all; and it mattered not that the girl’s daddy was right there or that they were in the company of the other boys.  All that mattered was Maryanne was naked.
	Then there was the sex.
	Spanking and sex.
	Talk about a mind blower!
	The boys didn’t mind being spanked themselves OR the fact that it was Maryanne’s Daddy who was spanking them!  All that mattered was Maryanne was naked.  Each boy got to spank the girl—in a strange manner of disciplining their ex-club member for snitching about their “secret club” although it was innocently blabbed to Maryanne’s Daddy.
	Each boy got an “up close” and “very personal” look at a naked girl’s ass, crack, hole, and pussy.  Each boy got more information about “sex”, sex acts, nakedness, and sexual frivolity than any mere typical eight year old should.
	There was spanking, ogling, and licking.  Each boy spanked Maryanne’s bare ass, ogled her ass, then licked the crack; then, THEN, the flat chested girl sucked their dicks!  She did!  Cock and balls AND asshole!  Then each boy took a turn fucking the girl.
	Thereafter they sat on the lap of Maryanne’s Daddy—taking his cock up their ass!  The boys were oblivious and were righteously sodomized, spanked, creamed on their sweet boyish faces, and put thru the paces of engaging sexually with one another for the amusement of Daddy Danny.
	Seth wasn’t sure how amusing it was when Danny Horsetranner saw his perversion erupt into a nightmare.  Secured to a chair he watched in some horror as Miko, Tahj, and Teddy were spanked and sodomized before being tortured in various ways and manners.  Miko had a sash cord wrapped about his testicles wit the string going up his butt crack to wrap about his throat, then down his chest to wrap about the base of his young cock.  Then he was hung from the bedroom closet door in a manner of which his own weight both castrated the young man’s sex parts as well as sufficiently strangled him.
	It was odd to Seth and alarming to Danny.
	Miko and Tahj met the same fate and were left hanging in the closet.
	Seth took a moment to spank Maryanne himself before “helping himself” to her body.  Then, while she sucked on her Daddy’s cock, Seth tightened the sash cord about her throat choking her doubly as her Daddy’s dong filled her gullet—and Seth’s cock filled her asshole.
	Danny’s demise came as Maryanne’s body was settled down onto his manhood.  Then her lifeless body was moved up and down while the sash cord used on Maryanne was tied in a similar manner used on the boys in the closet.  And right at the point of ejaculation the cord tightened too much and Danny sputtered, choked, and coughed without being able to draw a breath.
	And without being able to draw a breath…
	Death was imminent (and lasting!)

	 
A Little Whore from the Prairie
	And so it came to pass that,
	“I need you to do a little errand for me.”
	And Seth knew what his Mother meant; ‘go spy on my client.’
	The “client” lived just outside of town on a farm.  The farm was over a hundred years old; there was the farm house, barn, and some outbuildings.  The land was good with dedicated acres to corn mostly with some to vegetables.  The farm had been in a family’s generations for years until bad times came and the bank took the farm and the family moved on.  Then, Dean James Wildgulls and his new bride, Melissa, bought the farm.
	With a new farm there were new beginnings of life and all its wonders—including debt—debt—and more debt.  It gave cause for Melissa to fret and fret a lot—so much so that she found herself visiting Bonita Strangle for “advice.”
	Melissa was a nice looking woman, young woman, just graduated from high school and was bent on taking “Life Classes” before venturing to college.  There wasn’t money sufficient for college and Melissa’s grades weren’t sufficient, either.  She met & married the love of her life, Dean James Wildgulls.  He was four years older, almost FIVE!  Sandy blond hair, wondrous smile, good body, attitude, everything pinning him to be more suited for life on a coastal beach instead of a Midwestern farm.
	Melissa retained a quirky smile she had had all her life; rich dark brown hair, incredible blue eyes, a high pitched voice, very nice titties.  She was somewhat shy but mostly outgoing, outdoorsy type, adventurous.  Being in great debt was scary territory so she sought Seth’s medium mother for some help—insight, future, love, security—all that.
	Seth found the Wildgulls home “quaint”; the financial outlook was dim—there were a lot of farm equipment not paid for; a heavy mortgage on the home and land; furniture; supplies; everything.  Dean James was off trying to secure MORE loans and possibly hire a few hands to help out.  Melissa knew it was a risk and they were probably on the verge of losing everything.
	Once done “collecting” information on Dean and mostly Melissa, Seth scurried back homeward—finding something else “interesting” as he made his way.  Just back inside the city limits and there were some businesses; the area was not “city-like” but more rural with small homes spread out on small streets.  Lots of old-old oak trees; shrubs along picket fences; rolling hills in the backdrop, a little bit of “Americana” suitable for framing.

	Coming along Craptree Lane there were second hand stores, an electronics store outlet, a boutique, flower shop, car repair, pizzeria, and a movie theatre.  This particular theatre didn’t play the national “just released” movies but secondhand movies already seen everywhere else.  Still, though, there was a following.
	One of the “followers” was a young girl.
	The day was evening and the showing of The Robot Zombies vs. the Mutant Bunnies was about to begin.  There was a long line; peoples of all ages, colors, sex, and sizes waited for the B-rated film starring no one important.  The smell of popcorn was enticing.  And being that particular night it was his Mom’s card game night, regular cards—Bridge.  No séance, no palm readings, no crystal ball bullshit.  So, the info Seth had acquired from the Wildgulls home could wait.
	Seth parked his ride and joined in on the long line—keeping his eye on his Subject.  There were some “other” subjects in line, too; like Jolene Slavegutt.  A pretty girl, bit of a small chest, long blond hair with red and green streaks running thru it, and tight jeans—jeans of which were haphazardly unknowingly unzipped.  She busily chatted away with a young man behind her not related to her or even known to her.  But Seth Strangle noted that the man was, at least, aware of the girl’s unzipped pants.
	The Robot Zombies versus the Mutant Bunnies would just have to wait—there were showings each evening, twice on the weekends including a matinee with an equally creepy cartoon.  Stepping out of line, Jolene casually strolled passed the ticket office and on past the few posters of movies to come to the small side street where she turned making for the rear of the old three story brick building.
	When at the corner of the building where she turned, Andre Kleptfish, followed.  When at the back of the building in the alley he made for where young Jolene waited for him behind the dumpster enclosure.  There, the pretty girl pushed down her pants and panties; she was twelve and had a nice coverage of pubes but was fairly flat chested.
	Andre stood marveling at the curious (but pretty) girl; then, after looking around for security sake, got closer unleashing his aching hard cock.  And after stroking it for a moment or two took the befuddled giggling giddy girl’s hand having her take over pleasuring him.
	Seth Strangle stood out of sight but within sight enough to see the happening unaware that another was sharing the moment.  Seth probably more than likely wouldn’t have minded if he knew of the presence of the “other”; he himself was not a “director” as Dmitri Tsugua was.  It was a nice touch.
	After much “handling” of Andre’s schlong, the desperately horny young adult man embraced the young girl, hugging her and then doing a little more.  The hugging lapsed to ass grabbing; then, Andre went to his knees.
	On his knees, Andre kissed the girl’s belly, suckled on her smallish breasts, and very muchly caressed her ass before driving his tongue into her mouth.  More hugging/embracing before laying the girl down and hurriedly getting her pants and panties OFF!  Then, her short sleeved top and bra rendering her then therefore stark naked.  Andre nearly tore himself out of his clothing then placed himself onto the girl grinding his cock against her very virgin pussy.
	There were some grunts, groans, and a couple of yips, but the act of deflowering a young girl was “in the bag”.  Andre power fucked Jolene bringing her legs up along his chest, her ankles on his shoulders shoving his fuck stick all the way into the virgin territory releasing a profuse amount of cum.
	The twenty-two year old college student majoring in accounting, shuddered and melted during the finale of his deed commenting “Oh, shit!  That was awesome!”
	Sitting back he watched the girl breath hard, sweat, and bleed.  Taking her panties of blue he wiped clean his cock; then, turned Jolene over, raised her hips, then assaulted her asshole with his tongue, finger, and finally his cock grinding the poor hapless girl’s face into the grimy pavement.
	“Please stop!” cried out the girl suddenly, “It hurts!”
	But Andre continued struggling to get his second nut.
	And right at the pivotal point of ecstasy—a window’s sash cord came about his throat.  The man so intense in his shagging of the young girl wasn’t apparently aware of his pending doom and sodomized the twelve year old all the more.
	Suddenly the orgasm was there and the “awareness” of doom then was realized.  Confusion fouled the young college man from reacting quicker and as he sputtered for his life he spewed a gracious quantity of liquid goo into Jolene’s chute.  When the young man fell away with lifelessness in his hazel eyes, Seth stepped up looking over Jolene.
	Then, with sloppy seconds not a concern slid his 19yr old cock into her pussy and had his way.  He pumped hard, slow, hard and then paused before pulling out and slapping the girl’s ass before re-entering her to complete the deed—accompanied by tightening the sash cord about her throat.  She was “soiled” so to speak and would never be the same productively again—so Seth was doing her and Society a favor.
	Both Andre and Jolene were casually dumped into the dumpster and covered with some trash.  Seth then migrated back to the front of the movie theatre.  Dmitri remained at the dumpster contemplating.  Fifty-seven lives had Seth Strangle been responsible for—and those were just the ones Dim knew about!  57!  And Dim hadn’t stepped in to stop their demise.  Not thing one had Dim done to stop the onslaught.  It was a fascination—pure but maybe not so simple.
	Fifty-seven!  And counting!
	Dim had the ability to stop Seth—but there was some sort of odd fascination about the misdoings of the Strangle boy.  Dim, though at this particular time was a mere teenager and Seth was a couple years older, didn’t fully comprehend the even odder fascination Seth had with murder.
	Fifty-seven!
	Philip Jokestone w/ Kellie; Jenny Hardtoe; Justin Birdtrain  w/ Tray Attaboy and Ricky Itchballs, Donald Birdtrain; Jessica Tiretree; Daddy Danny with Maryanne Horsetranner w/ Miko Singbelly, Tahj Leftoestinks and Teddy Mowtrigger.  Mark McShane and his daughter, Nellie; David Happenview  w/Ellen and sister Lisa; Deeanna and her sister, Emily, with their naughty Grandpa; Toby Gearwork and Nathan Bellweather; Kristal Cavebang w/  Kyle Kowsuck and Madolynn Gumpox; Carrie Ann Fearart, Skyler Grimteeth Rita Itchsnot, Veronica Mouthview, Greg Zygotty and Rory Coxwain. 
 	Shay Boatnik, Darry Quartlow, Victor Attarock, Larry Spewsock, and Darry’s twin sister, Pauline.   Gail Headglove w/Kosmo the Wonder Horse (the horse was found wandering the field unhurt.)   Det. Mary Deergear w/ Kim Barknee, Arlene Shirtloose, Sage Pu, Morgan Laxdaisy; Chance Loudfoot, w/ Susan Pretzelinger, Lauren Katurarmy, Shannon Handglove, Marie Gongzalea and Mario Barknone; Merideth Laxdaisy with sons, Jerry and Jason and daughter, Morgan.
 	Saboo Geturfeetwet and Karyn Peckeride.
	And lastly, Andre Kleptfish with Jolene Slavegutt.
	Adjusted—59!

	On his way back to the front—
	Something interesting was taking place in the cab of a mid-seventies pickup.
	It was worth investigating and so both Seth and the “unseen” and yet to introduce himself, Dmitri, investigated.  And turns out—it WAS worth investigating!
	In the cab of his pickup chucked full of cowboy stuff; saddles, tools for repairing fences; empty beer cans; a lopsided toolbox; and a cab that wasn’t much better.  Inside the cab, Gray Baygruel, and his young nephew, Sonny.  Gray was already in the throws of enjoyment as his “willing” nephew toyed with his cock.
	“That’s it,” cooed Gray as the young boy of not yet eleven worked his hands up and down Gray’s seven incher.  Gray’s dick was out of his pants—he was too nervous about taking his clothes down but that was about to change.  Parked on the other side alley of the movie theatre, Gray Baygruel’s unnatural desires were peaking.  A struggle ensued about curbing the unnatural urges but he had a weakness for young boys and his nephew was a “young boy.”

	The fondness exceeded the natural boundary of Uncle and Nephew.  And as Sonny increased his handiwork on his Uncle’s prong, Gray’s desires increased tenfold.  Tenfold!
	“Kiss it!” Gray urged.
	Sonny reared back saying, “You didn’t say anything about kissing it!”
	Gray fished out of his grungy-sweaty cowboy shirt a crumbled up $20 and stuffed into the shirt of his nephew.  “After seeing what you and your butt buddy were doing I wouldn’t think you’d mind.”
	But a ten year old dick in the mouth and butt was way diff than an 40 year old dick!  Way diff!  But for $20!  Sonny leaned over and put his lips to his Uncle’s cock.  Gray put his hand to the back of the boy’s head caressing his fingers thru the unruly mop of the boy’s thick dirty blond hair.  
	“Go on down.” cooed Gray.
	Sonny “went on down” and essentially “sucked” his Uncle’s cock.
	A minute later and Sonny thrust his head up smacking his lips and making a face.  Gray hadn’t cum but he was close.
	“Take your pants down.” Gray said panting and deepening his desire.
	Sonny paused—looked around and exhibited great nervousness.
	Gray fished out another $20.
	Sonny licked his lips then still nervously but up $40, undone his brown cords and pushed them down.
	“Undies, too!” Gray smirked.
	Sonny said nothing but pushed his tidy-whiteys down.
	Then it was back for more cocksucking while Uncle Gray leaned over to play with his nephew’s bare ass.  And as the near eleven year old goat roper sucked schlong—Gray began fingering Sonny’s hole, playing with the bald balls, and finding his way to masturbate the boy, too.
	Then, clumsily but determinately, they 69ed.  It wasn’t easy in the cramped single cab but they made do.  Gray pushed off his nephew’s clothes and got busy with the devouring of the boy’s cock.  Sonny wasn’t too enthused in sucking a “man’s” cock regardless of the fact that he sucked cock of his best friend and the “man cock” was his Uncle’s.
	Gray’s knees stuck up in view but hardly anyone walked down that particular side of the building.  Sonny sucked and sucked and sucked—and did marvel at the size of his Uncle’s cock.  His enthusiasm for sucking it, though, was still not so much.  Then,
	“Turn around!” Gray said suddenly.  “Hurry!”
	“Wuz the matter?” Sonny asked.
	“I’m about ready!”
	“For what?”
	“Just turn yer hide around!” bitched angrily Gray.
	Sonny semi reluctantly turned himself around and was position almost kinda-sorta roughly onto his Uncle’s cock.
	“I’mma ‘bout ready to cum,” Gray said seething trying to keep from blowing his load before penetration.
	“Aw, man!” griped Sonny, “I don’t want that stuff up my ass!”
	“Too fucking bad!” Gray bitched, “You can shit it out later!” and he dramatically rammed his cock up his nephew’s cornhole.
	Sonny grunted and screwed up his face taking the man’s huge cock.
	“God-fucking-almighty-damn!” Sonny blurted.  It was like taking a big shit but in reverse!
	Slowly, though, somehow, Sonny “took” his Uncle’s meat stick—one way.
	Then came the inevitable retreat of which when Gray pulled out he spanked his nephew’s tan ass as hard as he could for the precious few seconds he could allow before cramming himself back up into Sonny’s hole and blowing his load in just a few pumps.
	Dmitri’s view was the same as Seth’s—from the driver’s side.  There, Gray Baygruel’s cock was seen shoved all the way up into the young nephew’s asshole coated in cum.  The man’s hands were tight on the boy’s ass and it wasn’t over.  After a brief rest the two switched.  And when young Sonny was on his back, Gray humped the boy’s sex—humped the boy’s sex—humped the boy’s sex getting revitalized and soon re-plunged his cock into the boy’s fresh fucked hole.
	And right as the tumultuous orgasm came—
	61!
	Accordingly, serial killings are a series of two or more murders committed repetitively over a period of time—from hours to years.  Usually the motive is psychological with the offender’s behavior reflecting sadistic sexual overtones.
Serial killings date back, as far as record keeping goes, to the 15th Century indicating therefore that serial killings are something not knew OR solely the bane of one particular country.  The Soviet Union, as an example, had a number of serial killers, although their existence did not become known until after the disintegration of Communism.  A Russian fellow in the former Soviet Union, a schoolteacher, committed fifty-two known killings, the victims mostly children under age twelve.
 	Serial murders are committed by members of all races and both genders, acting in pairs or even in gangs with the greatest numbers being committed by single white males between twenty-five and thirty-five years of age.  Oddly and intriguingly, there are a number of female killers in America with such purposes seeking greed or gain in finances or even status—almost triple that for female serial killers who act for other reasons! 
 	Once recognized, serial killers receive great attention from the media of which is sometimes their primary goal.  Among some of the most notorious serial killers of note would be the one who raped and murdered women in several states in the 1970s and 1980s  and was executed in 1989;  another “strangler” from Boston, MA; a man’s son named Sam; some guy from Atlanta; another guy from southern California; and a guy who not only liked to kill but EAT his victims.
	But Seth Strangle was beating those numbers well!
	There, too; a couple of women in American history; a truck driver; rampaging pissed off (former) employees; and a litany of alternate listings from arson to poisonings.

*

	Show times for the Zombies and Bunnies were staggered, so Seth—who enjoyed the Zombie and Bunny series, didn’t miss anything.  Being a regular movie attender, Seth hate late comers—peoples who came in after the movie trailer showings and announcements and trampled over his feet; Seth didn’t like being hemmed in so he rarely chose the seat up against the wall.  Sometimes, though, he didn’t have a choice.  His usually preference was the aisle seat about midway down.  Again, choice was not always there and he had to get what he could get.
	However, there was a balcony option.  The balcony wasn’t always open or available at all screens.  At the intermission segment of Mutant Zombies vs. the Robot Bunnies, Seth (and half the movie goers) made for the concession stand and bathroom.  Thereafter, Seth snuck his way up the circular wide staircase with red carpeting, ornate columns, special hanging drapes (in red) and painted walls of gold leaf (and red!)
	He didn’t go alone.
	Three young girls and a boy had slipped up to the balcony—along with a few others.  The kids wouldn’t sit still and kept moving from one row to the next, from one side of the upper open room to the next seldom sitting still for more than a few minutes at a time—only captivated by the movie’s dramatic scenes of battle and gore.
	Then, when the “boring” part of the movie came—people talking too long and less action, the misbehaving children began to annoy Seth.   More than once he “shushed!” them but that only lasted momentarily.  
	So, differing from the previous sixty plus “encounters”, Seth waylaid the four children and sent them up to the dark-dark recesses of the upper balcony where they would be barely seen and not heard.  The flickering light of the Black/White movie provided some light; the first three rows down front of the balcony had a half dozen sneaky patrons—and that was it.
	The girls, Min Chunking, Charlotte Littlebee, Margret Eeriear, were all months away from being eleven.  The boy with them, Allen Hardenruff, WAS eleven and a very “happy-go-lucky” kind of kid.  Actually, all of the miscreants were “happy-go-lucky” but they were kids so it was a given.  Seth had overheard them giggling about how they had snuck into a museum earlier that day.  The museum in question was one that was Open Air; there were old homes from the Turn of the Century, old trains, old cars, old oil derricks, and the like.  The museum was surrounded by a fence, a crap yard on two sides, a railroad and river on another.  The kids had been playing by the river and after the museum opened up for business, the kids slipped in thru the fence that was broken by the yard that was “crap.” 
	Not “crap” as in stinky poo but junk that was designated as such.
	The kids saved $2 a head by sneaking.  The savings would be applied to the Zombie/Bunny movie they planned on seeing later that day.  They also “snuck” into ballgames, golf courses, other museums, park concerts, and other venues where most folk attending “paid” a fee.
	Min was Chinese; thick rich dark hair, a nice round face, small eyes, reddish pants, flowery knit top, training bra.  She was the one most “adventurous” and willing to sneak here and there at will usually in the accompaniment of Allen with Charlotte and Margret in tow.
	Charlotte needed more time in the sun; a blond haired girl who didn’t seem to be like a girl who would risk getting busted sneaking into a museum or wherever.  She was very cute, flat chested, BIG blue eyes, delicious smile.
	Margret had long-long brown hair clear to her butt!  A trainer bra to contain not much more than “mounds”.  TIGHT jeans, loose fitting top; earrings, a couple of kiddie finger rings, and a necklace.  A high voice, almost Straight “A” student, the girl was also not a candidate for misbehavior.
	Allen Hardenruff; a likeable chap who was a little taller than most boys his age, skinny, needed more time in the sun, too; very adventurous and willing to take risks—such as being on the trestle bridge when a train came thundering by standing in one of the cutouts above the river.
	Laying down with Min on the cold cement floor was cramped sorta-kinda between the seat rows but it was still doable.  Seth firstly ran his hands up and down the mindless child’s body with specific attention to her cunny.  Then off came the top to be bunched up to place behind her head.  On the movie screen there was great flickering as the Mutant Zombies were rallying against the Bunny Robots.
	Off came the simple street shoes followed by her rust colored jeans.  The jeans were bunched up and placed behind her head for added support.  Then, Seth laying scrunched up beside her naked already began an earnest bout of fingering.
	Finger-finger-finger!
	Then, with the girl’s cunny moist up—and virginal, Seth finished with foreplay and didn’t taste the girl’s fingered moist cunny but simply placed himself on top of her and eased into her his cock.  There was a gasp and it probably wasn’t the first time that area of the theatre had been used for sexual or illicit purposes.
	Probably.
	Seth placed Min’s right leg up on the seat while the other was stretched and locked to the back of the next row’s seat.  Then he was power fucking driving his cock fully and firmly into the girl’s sex.  She continued to gasp and make little noises but the noise from the movie washed over any cries for help.
	The unseen Dmitri noted just over two minutes and Seth Strangle got his nut.  He arched his back and drove his sex completely into Min shuddering and cumming until there was no more and the apex of orgasm had been reached.  He melted completely coming down onto the bewildered girl who was coming around.  She was very confused but began to realize something was not quite right.
	But before that realization could be met—
	62!

	Out in the wide aisle did Seth bring Charlotte and Margret.  Allen was already there.  The aisle was with a solid wall running down halfway at a slope until it went half sized.  Charlotte’s clothing was removed and Seth then “went down” on the girl working his johnson still dripping with cum.
	And for no other reason than “just fucking because”, he moved up the girl’s naked body planting his asshole right on her mouth saying almost harshly, “lick me!”
	Written with a half eaten crayon left over by some young child some other time on the back wall “Charlotte licks good butt hole!”
	She also sucked good nut!
	Not hair one was found to floss with on her young cunny.  Just a soft puffy virginal pussy of which Seth enjoyed for two minutes and thirty seconds.  Then, just as the Bunny Robots were polarized by some alien in their midst about “joining” the Mutant Zombies to thwart the human populace, Seth Strangle made vaginal entry to the sweet Charlotte and went three minutes forty seconds before cumming.
	Amazingly, his cock was still incredibly hard—and so as not to waste such a magnificent hard-on he promptly raised Charlotte’s legs angling her pert and equally virginal asshole so as his magnificently hard hard-on could enter her there.  The girl had already become slightly aware of her predicament; she twisted, cried, wept, and began combining her emotions into one big problem.
	The sash cord tightened about her neck making her number sixty-three.
	With Margret, Seth penetrated her from behind.  There, too, was a risk of exposure due to spanking the mindless child.  She also made a loud yelp as she entered; her “awareness” level exceeded the norm and she began to thrash about.  Only her confusion kept her civil and allowed the Strangler to complete his job before ushering Allen into his position—which was nakedly to poise himself whereas Margret’s mouth engulfed the eleven year old Allen’s schlong.
	The boy was hard; he had been “manipulated”, fondled, kissed, spanked, and pissed on—then, his awareness was made and though there was some confusion at first it was obliterated and he saw the naked Margret for what she was—naked.
	‘do you yank?’ Dmitri asked.  The question was for Allen but apparently drifted to Seth’s psyche, too.  Seth whirled around and looked strongly all about his immediate area.  Then he checked the rows of seats and very-very nearly kicked the unseen Dmitri Tsugua.
	He couldn’t risk probing for needful information again—there apparently was a strong wave length associated between Dim’s EMAD and Dim himself and Seth.  The Strangler stood still scanning the immediate area before sighing deeply and returning to the work at hand.  Dim kept his breath and didn’t move from his spot against the wall.

	As the smoldering remains of the human populace and their pitiful planet filled the screen and the Robot Bunny Zombies marched over the corpses, Allen Hardenruff’s bulged as the pleasure he had been experiencing by “gettin’ some segued to pain—extreme pain.
	Young Margret thrashed about, twitching, arching this way and that, and finally succumbing to the end of her young life.  Seth Strangle had been her butt hole ramming her hard while beneath her her friend Allen had been slamming up into her pussy.  Seth had initially had to help the occurrence as after he had sodomized Margret a couple of minutes he placed the hapless girl onto the boy.  The boy was hard and it took a couple of intense clumsy moments to get the boy’s penis into the girl’s cunny.
	Once accomplished, though, Seth too the girl by the hips and “worked” her up and down until the natural process of fucking took over.  Seth then spanked the girl, peed on her butt, peed on Allen’s balls, then placed a smaller diameter sash cord about the boy’s nut sac, then strung the string up between the girl’s ass and around her neck.
	Then he tightened the cord and moved it from her asshole so as he could get into her there and tightened the cord—tightened the cord—tightened the cord.  He seriously got off on getting off and ending a life.  He pumped hard into Margret’s ass, strained even harder but finally managed to cum (with or without production of slimy goo was not known—it was too dark from Dim’s vantage point.)
*
The shit you wont belive!
	“Gonna check upstairs?” asked a worker in a burgundy movie theatre shirt.
	“Nah, no one went up there so it should be ok until tomorrow.”
	Famous last words.
	Outside the theatre and most of the business were closed save for the pizzeria and arcade stores, Laundromat, and the second-hand military & camping supply store, and the car dealership.  Seth strolled by the military store but then backed up and stepped inside.  Dim hung back somewhat nervous about the earlier incident in the theatre balcony.
	Checking his invisibility status in the plate glass window of the store, Dim slipped inside but rang the stupid little bell above the door just the same.  No one paid much attention—there was only the clerk/proprietor, some kids (his), a late last minute lingering shopper, and Seth.
	The clerk, who was owner and operator, was in a wheelchair.
	A very cute little eight year old girl ran amok among the aisles chasing and being chased by her brothers and sisters; another girl about ten, another girl about twelve, and a boy who was the twin of the twelve year old girl.  Nice!  The youngest girl, Jelena, got close enough to her disabled dad to be grabbed and chastised about her misbehaving.  A swift swat to her ass and a glare to her brother and sisters.  Then,
	“Git in the house!” he bitched.
	Minutes later and,
	Behind the second-hand military & camping supply store was the owner’s home.  It was small but livable; fenced in with chainlink on one side and a high cinderblock wall on the other and a high wooden fence in the back at the alley.  There was a bit of front yard from the back of the business to the house and a bit more yard from the back of the house to the alley.  The yards front and back needed tending; there was clutter of various type all over.
	Inside the house—not much better.
	No “woman’s touch”—no woman!
	There was a living room divided—divided living room with television viewing on one side with mismatched furnishings and a book reading “quiet” place on the other side.  A hall bathroom, then the kitchen area with a small country breakfast table off center.  Two bedrooms were next; the kids all shared one bedroom.  Then the back porch with laundry area to one side and clutter excessive on the other.
	In the Daddy bedroom there was activity—family type activity.

	The Daddy, Gene Shankboob, sat in a different wheelchair; this one didn’t have arm rest and a better padding for sitting.  And he was naked.  According to pictures, photos, portraits, and other assorted memorabilia the naked man in the wheelchair was a former US Marine involved in a few “skirmishes” around the globe; there were awards for heroism, medals for various reasons, and a purple heart of which was the result of his being in a wheelchair.
	Upon Dmitri’s sneaky unseen arrival, the kids were already naked; their clothes in a pile where they had undressed.  There, too, was the unseen Seth Strangle utilizing the nifty feature on his EMAD that warped the air around him into such a frenzy that he himself was also “invisible.”
	Little Jelena was close at hand by her Daddy’s side; he hugged her, patted her bare butt, and the little girl “worked” his cock all the while giggling and practically jumping up and down stamping her feet being a typical child.  Valerie hugged her hands ‘neath her chin also jittery with the running in place and giggling to beat all.  Twelve year old Brandy stood by her twin brother not so much giggling or running in place but smiling and watching the antics of her younger sister.
	Twelve year old Freddy had a boner.
	After a minute or so of “whacking” her Daddy, little Jelena was encouraged to “kiss” the whacked cock.  So she did.  Daddy Gene caressed his daughter’s ass closing his eyes, shuddering, and really enjoying being whacked and kissed.  His other hand got busy with the caressing of daughter Valerie’s ass.
	At length, Brandy came to reside on her Daddy’s lap taking his throbbing hard slobbered on penis up into her delicate poon.  Meanwhile, Jelena leaned across her Daddy’s occupied lap to slurp on her brother’s rock hard hard-on while Valerie stood fingering herself as well as fondling her brother’s balls.
	With hands clamped tightly to his daughter’s ass, Gene Shankboob seriously got into the groove of the girl’s groove.  Power thrusting!  The girl being power thrusted grunted, groaned, and then complained crying out “OH!  DADDY!  IT HURTS!  IT HURTS!”
	The other children stood in some alarm but remained quiet and still until the ordeal concerning their sister was over.  An incredible amount of jiz coated the man’s cock (and balls.)  Both participants involved breathed hard and both actually wept!  There was hugging and a apologetic daddy cooing to his daughter with words that were incomprehensible.
	Finally, there was total relax and the twelve year old eased off her Daddy.
	“Get on the bed.” Gene told his daughter.  The young girl nodded, fingered her sore-aching pussy and slowly crawled herself onto the big iron framed bed.  Brother Freddy watched her casually—eyeing her for concerning reasons or sexual?
	Valerie used her hand to re-stimulate her Daddy’s cum soiled schlong; she giggled and pranced as she did so with little sister Jelena helping out, too.  Freddy stood directly behind his prancing sibling and with a look from his Daddy began spanking his sister—with his cock!
	Then, though disgusting, Valerie sucked her Daddy’s cock—while brother Freddy took her from behind.  As to what “hole” he was was not known at the moment—but as the girl parted a butt cheek it was safe to assume Fred was plugging ye old bung hole.
	And after some delicious (but disgusting) sucking, Valerie took her turn on her Daddy’s lap taking his hard cock up her ass.  Freddy stood by masturbating until a “head nod” from his Daddy conveyed to him to “get on the bed” and “fuck your sister!”
	Freddy moved slowly but didn’t immediately comply.  He gazed over his naked twin before not actually fucking her but eating her out.  No EMAD seemed to be in use—save for the ones used by the unseen interlopers.  Freddy licked out his sister’s cunt and when he finally crawled up onto her he did not “follow-thru” with the putting his ass spanking cock into her cunt.
	Gene had cum and did so with great vehemence.  The dramatism was so great he nearly slid out of his chair.  Valerie didn’t cry out as her sister had; she grunted and groaned, clenched and tightened her fine lovely nude body against her Daddy but didn’t cry out.
	“You fuckin’, boy?” asked Gene to his son.
	“Yes, sir!” Freddy replied—but he wasn’t really.  He was ON his sister but not IN her.  His hard cum squirter lay in her groove and he merely humped it simulating sex in progress.  The bed rocked and rolled, squeaked and squealed and Brandy made haughting noises alluding to the fact that she was indeed getting laid.
	After Valerie dismounted her Daddy, little Jelena came to lay across his lap and to be spanked.
	“Get on the bed,” Gene said, “yer next.”
	Valerie paused a mere moment but crawled onto the big high rise bed laying down.  She fingered herself and someone farted.  Jelena took her Daddy’s spanking with giggles replacing welping.
	When Gene turned to face the bed—Freddy quickly shoved his fuck stick into his sister’s cunt.  The girl arched her back and moaned; thrashing side to side she went thru the motions of getting laid proper.  Gene watched and toyed with his cock; little Jelena crawled onto his lap sitting with her back against him but not really paying attention to the antics on the bed—she played with her Daddy’s cock!

	Freddy came.
	In dramatic fashion.
	He made a loud announcement “I’M CUMMING!” and arched his back throwing his head back as well and power thrusting into his sister’s sex ejaculating a river of cum.  The boy fell away panting, sweating, heaving, cumming.
	“Get on her.” said cooly Gene to Valerie.
	Valerie moved to press her bald pussy to Brandy’s cummy pussy and grind-grind-grind.  Daddy Gene stared in utter awe, moaning and groaning as he pounded his cock and lusting more heavily than ever he had before.
	“Oh, that’s so good!”
	The man breathed hard, squeezed his fingers about his cock as well as Jelena was doing.  Using a lot of strength he moved his child up and down gliding his cock against her virgin pussy.  Then,
	A head nod and he and son Fred moved to the hall bathroom.
	The girls on the bed lay sighing and staring up to the ceiling.
	Seth moved out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, too.
	Dmitri paused—thought—thought—and then thought some more before also leaving the bedroom.  But unlike Seth, didn’t enter the hall bathroom; instead, he gently and as quietly as possibly plucked up a simple wooden country chair from the kitchen table and placed it under the door that opened INTO the hall rather than the other way into the bathroom.
There was a “squeak” as Dim stepped on a floorboard.  Holding his breath he waited.  From within the bathroom he heard the telltale sounds of a bare behind getting smacked.  What part Seth Strangle played wasn’t known and there was no way to find out.
Dim returned to the bedroom…

	Jelena was a real cutey but so were her sisters, Valerie and Brandy.
	One by one they were put under Dim’s electronic mind altering spell; then, he put his tongue to their pussies starting with Jelena.  Her body was small (but she was eight years old, too!)  Of Valerie and Brandy, they showed signs of non-virginity status.  Jelena’s poon was smooth and “untouched” by cock.  Same with her asshole.  Dim rolled his tongue all over the pussy, shoved a finger up her hole, nipped the girl’s private crevice then engulfed the whole of her young cunny.
	There was no holding back and although the girl’s daddy may not have boned her—Dim was (and did.)  He was easy in his doing but determined, too.  The little girl squirmed some but Dim settled her out with a slap to her thigh and unceremoniously shoved his cock into her for the final drive.

	To say the least his cock was in great agony.  Pleasure was there but there was uncomfortable agony, too.  Sirens wailed in the closing evening; Dim thought of the movie theatre and made an assumption.  Rolling off of Jelena he pulled Valerie onto him and began making efforts to get into her.  His cock was steaming but still mostly hard.  Penetrating Valerie wasn’t easy but it was doable.
	Dmitri regarded Seth as a cold stoic individual; he wasn’t dark but he was mysterious.  Mysterious and maniacal in his doings.  He was unique—sorta-kinda; diabolical and very-very dangerous leaving Dmitri to wonder if they should meet socially.
	Running his cock up and down Valerie’s pussy was good; he poked and prodded his way into her young sex before switching to her backdoor entrance and plunging all the way into her there and going for broke.  While he pumped her there, her legs up his chest, he reached to one side to spank the butt of her sister, Jelena.  She was SUCH a cute little thing!
	Brandy was cute, too—a little more developed than her sisters.  The girl’s cunny had been fucked and well fucked by her daddy and brother.  Dim took his turn—ten minutes after pulling out of Valerie.  And twenty minutes later he moved into sodomizing her before he heard a noise from the hall.
	The “noise” was from the hallway bathroom—someone was trying to get out!  Dim held his pose—was it the demented Strangler?  Was it Freddy?  Gene?  Dim surmised that Seth had most likely done something familiar to Gene and his son—a high probability.  
	A full minute and then,
	BANG!  Someone behind the door in the bathroom bashed hard against the wooden door but the farm chair wedged there at the doorknob held it fast.  And BANG! but it was a no-go.  Dim waited; his cock ached and he so wanted to go home, bathe, and sleep for a week.
	He waited—waited—and waited then became acutely aware that he was not alone in the hallway.  Staying very-very still and with breath held he let his other senses bring him the information he needed.
	It wasn’t one of the kids in the hallway with him.
	It was Seth.
	Somehow, Seth Strangle had gotten out of the bathroom—presumably out a window therein.  Dim was right in the middle of the hallway—not against a wall like he should be and realized where he should be.  The moment was intense and Dim felt a burgeoning fart looming.
	Then,
	The floorboard creaked—same one Dim had stepped on earlier.

	Right up beside him the creepy strangler was.  There were mere inches between them causing Dim to lean right and risk moving his left leg.  It was awkward and Dim felt fear of toppling.  The fart was coming and it was going to be a big one.  Seth stepped forward allowing Dim to ease up and breathe.
	Seth stepped forward to the wedged chair and stood there—still and unmoving for over a minute.  Then he moved the chair looking at it and noting where it had come from.  It was obvious that the chair hadn’t moved there by itself—not without help.
	Then suddenly he whirled throwing the chair down the hall very-very nearly hitting the unwary Dmitri!  Dim still didn’t move.  His earlier thoughts of “meeting” the Strangler were nipped.  The man was unstable and dangerous.
	Into the bathroom the “unstable” Strangle went allowing Dim time enough to backtrack down the hall to the open screen door at the back porch, across the small yard to the alley fence, into the alley, and with fear propelling sending him down the alley in a dead run.

*

Family un-bliss
	Seth Strangle was dangerous—unstable, possibly psychotic.  But did that eliminate him from becoming friends with Dmitri?  Pause to wonder, cause to thought.  Dmitri was all about “acquiring” young’uns for his own personal pleasure; using the EMAD he got them to undress themselves and perform sexually.  With the minding device he had acquired an adult now and then as retribution for their actions against those who utilized mind altering devices for their own sick/twisted/demented pleasures.
	But murder?
	Dim wasn’t so much into that.
	There were necessary times for such a heinous deed but as to actually commit such deed time after time after time?  No.  It wasn’t something Dmitri Tsugua was into—only when it was deemed necessary.  He wasn’t opposed but it just wasn’t his thing.
	So, for a while, couple days or three or a week or so Dim decided to leave Seth on his own and catch up with him later.  The man creeped him out and it was time to get back to his “own thing.”  He was more comfortable and felt more at ease than pussyfooting around while stalking Seth.
	Three days did it take before Dim was back to himself.  The following of the Strangler had disoriented him, gave him deep pauses for thinking and considering reconsidering his possible relationship and generally overall creeped him out.

	On the fourth day,
	Outside of town to a rural area on company business and then personal business (delivering ‘shine to a farmer customer) Dim sighted in on his “vacation from Seth.”  Two kids riding motorcycles.  Boys.  Girls.  Aliens.  Whatever.  He needed the distraction and the two lone kids were “distractions.”  Well, at least he HOPED they were kids.  They were small bodied but that didn’t mean anything.
	When the riders took a pause up on a rustic hill—MILES from anyone important—Dim zapped them.  The area was remote—a rural road winding its way thru the countryside with open pastures and oilfields among the hills.  A few dry washes, dry channels, small dry river.  Some farm houses here and there; not a lot of trees just a lot of hills perfect for motorcyclists.
	Perfect for motorcyclists like Mark and Leah.
	Brother and sister.
	Mark was twelve; sister Leah was eleven.
	Perfect!
	Let the vacation begin!

	Twelve year old Mark had a few bruises, scrapes, abrasions.  His sister had similar but not as many.  Mark had thick curly blond hair and lots of it.  Leah had long dark hair, straight, feathered.
	‘ever see your sister—naked?’
	“Sometimes.”
	‘ever be naughty with her?’
	“Kinda.”
	Parked under the shade of one of few lone mighty old live oak trees, Dmitri was at ease and feeling good being back to his old self.  Following Seth around had been a taxing chore.  Q&Aing Mark was way better.  Way.
	‘have you—fucked her?’
	“No!” the boy said firmly.  Mostly ‘cause if she got pregnant he was dead.
	A couple of times when found naked with his sister he got his ass beat.
	‘what does your sister do for you?’
	She “played” with his cock; no kissing.  She DID allow him to rub his penis against her butt AND up and down her sex but no penetration.  There was a creek (with water) not far away and there they skinny dipped.  The creek was shallow and not a lot of “swimming” was possible—just lounging in the cool water which was graciously grateful after a day of motorcycle riding.
	‘so, if you COULD fuck your sister—would you?’
	Not “yeah” but “HELL YEAH!”
	Dim smiled—‘I can make that happen.’

	‘take off your clothes.’
	It was late afternoon and the kids’ parents were some hills away enjoying the company of friends socializing.  Young Mark had a nice young body and a strong desire to FUCK his sister.  The “consequences” of his actions were obliterated thanks to Dim and his nifty minding gadget.  
	While Leah sat under the tree, knees up and mindless, sweating, and being very cute, Dim firstly “played” with her brother.   He didn’t know what exactly the draw was; he had as much a liking to young boys as he did girls but always had previously enjoyed messing with a girl first rather than a boy.  Oh well, so he was fickle.
	A little suck of the boy’s penis, serious fondling of the boy’s ass, then prompting the boy to suck him.
	‘ever been cornholed?’
	Nope!
	‘ever suck another dude’s dick?’
	Nope!
	‘ever want to?’
	Kinda!
	Dim worked his prick in the boy’s mouth then pulled out and humped his grimy face before turning him around and plunging up into his virgin pooper.  While he sodomized he had Leah undress and lay out with her legs open.
	The sensation of plunging a virgin territory was exciting!  So tight!
	The eyeing of the naked eleven year was pretty enticing, too.
	‘do you like being naughty with your brother?’
	“It’s ok.”
	‘would you ever really let him fuck you?’
	She shook her head, pursed her lips, and the answer was a definite NO.
	‘would you suck his cock?’
	There was a pause and a thought but—NO.
	She had on occasion let him finger her pussy AND watch her pee in the toilet AND take a shower.  She was curious about sex but afraid of it, too.  She was a pretty thing and had not one, not two—not even three but FOUR boyfriends!  She not only rode motorcycles and did so well but also was a good pitcher for the school team.
	After the cum blast up Mark’s ass, Dim pulled free and reveled in the deed done.  It felt sooooo GOOD!  For a fleeting moment he thought of the Shankboob family—when the military & camping store didn’t open the following day, or the next, friends and family got concerned and police made entry into the house behind the business—finding the Shankboob family yet another victim of the mass serial killer known simple to the media and public as “the Strangler.”
	It was unfortunate.  As it was for the previous 60 some odd victims.  And Dim knew, too, that it was unfortunate that he himself didn’t do something to prevent those 60 plus victims from becoming statistics.  He had the power but not the will.  He was curious and the unfortunate outcomes were puzzling to him; he was bothered by the Strangler’s actions and even more so that he himself did nothing to prevent the final outcomes.

	Being such a virgin, Dim had a tight go getting into Leah.  It was doable but recent events had curbed his normal enthusiasm.  Still, though, she was pretty AND naked!  So, laying on her gently like he moved his throbbing hard cock against her delicate poon—this after “cleaning” his cock using Mark’s underwear.
	But that curbed enthusiasm, though—
	Just as he was about to make full vaginal entry and he stopped progress.
	The breeching of the girl’s cunny had been successful, she was no longer a virgin but his cock had not gone “all the way”.  Detective Mary Deergear filled his mind; along with Susan, Lauren, and Shannon.  Also, Jolene and then the kids from the balcony of the movie theatre.
	The desire was there, his cock was still hard, but for the moment his favorite pastime was lessened.  No matter, he called up the girl’s brother to take up the cause.  That was alright and Dim lightly spanked the boy while he boned his sister.  Inputs via the EMAD put it to the kids that they would enjoy engaging sexually with one another from this day henceforth.
	‘up the ass.’
	‘in the mouth.’
	‘between the legs.’
	And when possible, spanking!  ‘take a bath together.’  ‘pee on each other.’
	Other forms of sexual exploration was inserted—then Dim inserted his cock into Leah and was better for it.

*

Par for the course
	His eyes locked onto her butt—specifically her panty lines.  It was a safe bet to be made that the girl was a virgin and probably didn’t even finger herself.  Of course, she was not yet eleven years young yet, either!
	The girl’s mother wasn’t a bad dish, either!
	Dim felt himself back in the game—and speaking of “game” that was where he sighted in on the mother/daughter team on the Back Nine of the Hill & Burrow Golf course.  Situated just outside of town in a “good area” of that area where there were luxurious grounds, townhomes, pro shop, and country club—
 	Life was good; there were security measures seen and unseen; physical security as well as not so.  The little girl, dressed in short knee length britches and a sleeveless blue top, was amazing on the course shooting par in nine holes so far.  Her mother was not faring so well as was supposedly the “pro” having more years of experience as many as her daughter’s age.
	The woman, Doralee, had nice form, decent breasts, decent ass.  Early thirties with light bouncy auburn hair the woman looked young and acted same.  She wore britches down just past her knees and had a face Dim desired very muchly to cum on.
	And once redirecting the two over and around a knoll and into the woods surrounding the course—he did.  This after getting the two to undress and standing naked for him.  Then he hugged the little girl, squeezing her ass, kissing her, caressing her chest that was flat then fingering her lovely virgin pussy.
	With the feeling that there was sufficient time on his side, Dim continued to hug the little girl, Anna, squeeze her ass and DIG into her crevice poking her warm bung hole.  Kissing on the girl invigorated him and soon he had her down on the soft manicured grass intensifying the lip lock he had on her, his tongue thrashing about inside her mouth, his fingers rummaging about her elegant cunt.
	No Q&A although it was available.  Dim enjoyed the girl trying to take his time and ease into the girl without giving her too much anguish.  Busting virgin pussy was the thing.  He thought himself to have SOME moral fibers; some.  But Seth Strangle—he was too much.  Anna was ten, Dim had been with other girls younger and far younger; he had fingered very young girls, cum on their faces, into their mouths, and breeched their virgin poons way before they were in grade school.
	Seth Strangle had not viciously raped the five year old Jessica Tiretree (previous chapter, page twelve) but he had penetrated her little body just the same.  Spanked her, held her legs wide open and jammed his virgin buster into her sex and had his way with her.
	Dim was not opposed to “having his way” with a girl that young, but he would hold off actually penetrating and would settle on grinding against her, gliding his cock up and down her slit, and then jerking off onto her to finish off.
	With Anna, he made penetration into her cunny half way.  She was tight, snug, and Dim didn’t want to seriously harm her.  She was cute!  It gave pause to wonder—why did Seth Strangle do what he did?  What was the fascination?  In part, he blamed the parents of those kids he strangled; they were responsible for their children and if they lessoned their parental guidance then they all should suffer.
	That was kinda whacked—so Dim thought.

	After “finishing” with Anna, he rested, had a drink from their ice cooler pack, smoked a joint, then “went down” on Anna’s mother probing not her mind but his tongue to her pussy.  And although he was “spent” he managed to a little more slamming her womanly pussy.
	Teen pussy was good, child pussy was terrific, womanly pussy was outstanding!  Doralee thrashed about with her mind full of confusion.  Dim did little to quell her confusion and did less to unravel her morals or plow into her mind for needful information.  He simple fucked her and when the first squirts finally came he pulled out quickly to climb up her naked body and ejaculate the rest of his love cream onto her face.
	And while he rested he placed his sweaty/musty nuggets into her mouth.

Rules are stupid
	With his cock strongly more lively, tingly, Dmitri Tsugua felt more of himself than ever.  Stuffing himself into Doralee had been a boost to his livelihood—and he had enjoyed stuffing her three holes to no end!  Laying nakedly under the shade of the misplaced pines and after ejaculating a great quantity of love cream onto her face, Dim rested behind the woman in a restful relax.
	Then, after eyeing Anna and putting the young girl thru some paces—on her hands and knees, spanking herself, legs spread wide, fingering her asshole; standing up to pee, Dmitri got hard enough to stuff himself into the girl’s mother—shoving his way into her virgin asshole.
	It had felt good and the narly images of the Strangler faded.

	And so it came to pass that a family Dmitri and his family were friends with became imperiled with strife.  Family strife, internal.  And while Dim was prowling for insightful information about the family strife, internal; he walked in on a very heated argument.
	“You don’t listen to me!” said a very exasperated Tara Weedlick.  She was at the end of her ropes with her out of control twelve year old son.  She was a good woman, downtown office worker, church secretary; mother, wife, proud standing citizen, museum volunteer.  There were two young daughters, too; but it was son, Shaun who was trying to be twenty-one.
	“There are rules—” Tara tried to convey without screaming.
	“Your rules are stupid!” shouted Shaun.
	And on and on it went back and forth rallying until—
	‘take off your clothes.’
	Mother and son went suddenly still and quiet.
	‘take off your clothes—NOW!’

	Tara slowly began to unbutton the buttons to her pale lavender shirt; son, Shaun, struggled with making faces, cocking his head and tightening his neck muscles.  At length, though, he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and pushed down his pants.
	No undies.
	Dim had been watching Tara strip off her almost lavender slacks and purple panties when he suddenly noted the naked Shaun.  The naked Shaun had a cock.  The naked Shaun had a cock he shouldn’t have.  It was a man cock.  A man sized cock any porn star would be proud of.
	“Stunt cock!” the director would say and in tromps Shaun with his nine inch cock and Shaun not even thirteen years young yet!  Not even!  Nine inch cock!  Just dangling there; a pair of normal sized nuggets, hardly any pubes, and tube steak dangling nine inches!
	Dmitri was impressed.
	After saying something in Russian regarding the boy’s length dong,
	‘do you know that your son has a big dick?’
	There was a slight pause as Tara didn’t want to blurt out the fact but the fact was—yeah, she knew.  Shaun had been endowed since he was a tyke!
	‘did you play with it?’ when he was a tyke?
	No!  Don’t be ridiculous!
	Dim cock his head and pried deeper and discovered that, yeah—when she bathed her endowed son she “worked” his penis to see just how big she could get it.
	‘did you—suck it?’
	‘did you—fuck it?’
	‘did you—whack it?’
	NO!  NO!  YES!
	Tara had potential!
	Somehow, though, Tara managed to shirk perversion and left her endowed son alone.  Same couldn’t be said for Tara’s best friend, Aimee.  When single mother Tara got sick it was best friend Aimee who came to take care of the kids while Tara was in the hospital.  Shaun was a mere eight years young at the time and Aimee discovered his unusual enhancement when he got said enhancement caught in the zipper of his jeans.
	Unlike her best friend, Aimee was unable to shirk perversion and “helped herself” to Shaun’s endowment.  More than sucking, more than whacking—Aimee Beeapple got young Shaun to reside betwixt her legs for an all out fuck!  If an electronic mind warper was used during that time wasn’t known.  And there was more than one time incidence, too.

	And Aimee wasn’t the only “woman” finding Shaun’s schlong socialable.
	There, too, was Helen Hurtheart—Shaun’s 5th grade math teacher.
	Also, Marietta Lickslake, the mother—the MOTHER of his girlfriend!
	What a guy!
	After the Mother & Son were nude—their “awareness” level was kicked up and enhanced.  They were just enough controllable but within parameters of knowing what was going on.  Emotions were high but checked at the curb.
	‘on your knees, Mom,’ Dim mind linked to Tara, ‘suck your son’s dick!’
	Feeling greatly back to his old self, Dim fed the woman various commands after she had stripped to her skin.  She flung her head side to side and very-very muchly did not want to comply with the horrid command but a compelling force compelled her to do so.
	Slowly, Tara put her hands on her son’s ass; after smoothing her hands on her son’s ass—and his cock waggling right in front of her face, she sucked that waggling cock.  Tara wasn’t a bad looking woman; a bit of thunder thighs but a nice shape, trim, a pair of bodacious ta-tas (36Cs); nice light bouncy brown hair extra-super curly and smelled lightly of roses and oranges. 
	As she began sucking on her son’s abnormal schlong—she closed her eyes and seemingly—seemingly got into it.  Temporarily she forgot who she was sucking and just did it (and did it well having never sucked a cock since she was a mere teenager!)
	And all young endowed Shaun could do was stand there naked in the kitchen and take it.  He was in awe and though he had no prob sticking his wicket into his girlfriend, girlfriend’s mother, his Mom’s best friend, his math school teacher—he had never thought of doing same with his Mom.
	After sucking—it was face fucking time.
	Tara suckled on his son’s normal sized testicles, slobbered some more on his bone, then laid down on the southwestern tiled kitchen floor, spread her legs, and took her son on.  Shaun went thru the motions holding nothing back going from mindless wanderlust to “WTF!?”
	Tara enjoyed an orgasm one minute after her son’s insertion into her sex.
	Another orgasm came ninety seconds later and then another thirty seconds later when Shaun himself came.  The boy dramatically pumped hard locking his arms poising himself above his naked Mom; the woman beneath endured and forgo the knowledge that she was getting laid by her own son.
	When the dastardly deed had been done and done—it wasn’t done.  The boy collapsed onto his nude Mom heaving and panting—his massive cock still in her pussy—still cumming!  Tara caressed her heaving nude son, squeezing his ass, spanking him, loving him.
	Then,
	After a sufficient time had come and gone,
	‘up the ass.’
	Tara turned positioning herself so as her cunt pleasing son could “take her” up the ass.  The boy had fucked his Mom’s best friend, Vicki Kneeturd “up the ass” as well as nailed her pussy, titties, and mouth.  The math teacher, Helen Hurtheart was pussy only and only in the classroom (after class dismissal).
	After assessing his Mom’s sweaty ass, Shaun licked it.  And from licking Cheek One and Cheek Two it was onto the Crack ‘n Hole.  Shaun had never licked there but wasn’t opposed even though it was a dirt hole.  His tongue flicked all over while his Mom’s fingers fingered her trembling pussy.
	Then, after much tonguing the boy shoved his fuck stick into the virgin shitter and fucked-fucked-fucked.  Dim got into the act moving to whereas sitting on the floor his cock went into the woman’s mouth.  She was oblivious to the fact that she was sucking an Intruder’s cock and son Shaun was oblivious to his presence, too.  Suited Dim just fine.

	‘you like your son’s cock.’
	‘you like you son’s cock—in your mouth.’ Once to twice, or as many times as necessary or whatever—Tara would gleefully SUCK her son’s cock AND bring him off.  She would also take him in her pussy AND up her ass.  They would bathe together, sleep together, go naked in the house together and openly fuck when and wherever they got the urge to do so.
	Dmitri enjoyed the woman’s three holes and her son’s two holes.  There was spanking, royal ass burning spanking, serious sodomy, jerking off onto Tara’s face with Shaun included, and on and on until Dim was worn the fuck out.  He showered with Shaun, fucked the boy’s ass, then left the Weedlick home for other adventures.

*
The Miscreants
	Like something from a horror movie combined with an English setting motif
	Place:  outskirts of town; rundown area with many old buildings set up on crumbling foundations; some foundations made of wood, cement, or a combination of both plus other forms.  Overgrown grounds; weeds aplenty.  Bushes, brush, shrubs, washing machines, tire piles.  Many of the homes of wood, single story, 500-700 square foot living, 1-2 bedroom, small-small kitchens more apt for mini kitchens in higher end hotels; no marked/fenced boundaries.
	No cars, either; no trees, nothing.

	A single two-lane crumbly cement road ran down the middle of the antiquated dwellings that at one time housed several families who worked the nearby farms and orchards.  Hard times came and the farmers no longer could afford the families.
	To one side was acres and acres of farm land—mostly cabbage.
	A pasture to the left; a stand of woods (eucalyptus and cypress mixed in) with open land about an acre or so unplowed/unused before deep/thick woods to the rolling hills beyond.  It was usually hot and muggy there about—muggily uncomfortable due to the farm fields nearby.  
	So it was an unlikely place to see a tall man in a top hat.
	No tails, but his attire was out of place for the place—especially that top hat!
	What the strange man in the top hat (and no tails) was doing in such a dilapidated unkempt area wasn’t known.  He was there simply walking down the gravely side of the roadway.  The abandoned homes were mere feet from the road; some were way back while others were quite close.  Some of the abandoned homes had detached garages; others were single dwellings.  It was a desolate area to be sure and not fit for anyone.
	Not fit for anyone save the stranger and a few miscreant boys.
	The miscreant boys; Corey Eellock, Benny Marshvale, Lonnie Stargouge, and Jeremy Saltock.  Corey was three months from being thirteen years young; Benny was five months from the ripe age of thirteen.  Lonnie and Jeremy were half a year away from encroaching on their teen years.
	Benny was a scruffy looking fellow, thick-thick light brown hair that hung haphazardly into his hazel eyes.  He walked with a slight limp from a birth defect and his right hand was a little disfigured, too.  Lonnie was the quiet one of the bunch, not overly shy but just one who didn’t put out words.  He had reddish brown hair, blue eyes, a few scars on his otherwise sweet boyish face, and most the time kept his head bowed.  Jeremy was an energetic lad; tree climber, liked to chuck rocks and frogs across any body of water or most time across a roadway when a car was coming to see what tire would squish what first—the froggie or the rock.
	Corey was a nice looking boy, a little puffy in the belly but he wasn’t fat by no means.  He was a good runner and often was seen doing so—usually from his abusive father.  On this day—Day of the Stranger, it was no different.  Corey met up with his friends at the former migrant worker housing at House #3.  House #3 was furthest back from the road closer to the eucalyptus and cypress trees.  Everyone brought something; Jeremy had semi cold brewskies; Lonnie brought ill-gotten chips, donuts, licorice sticks; Benny had a watermelon as an offering.
	“Whatcha got, Core?”

	Corey tossed a paper bag into the kitty; Benny opened the bag spilling out the contents which were four packs of high quality cigarettes, eight packs of cigars, some lighters, rolling papers, and smokeless tobacco.
	“Smokes!” yelled Benny.
	“Way cool!” commented Lonnie.
	The boys went after the goods like rabbits fucking in a frenzy; save for Corey who took a brew and slump on the back porch of House Number Three.  There wasn’t much shade; there was an overhang of some sort, a really short/small porch and not a lot else.  Benny noted his friends stand-offishness.
	“Wuz up, homey?”
	Corey didn’t reply but slugged down the brew.  Then,
	“HEY!” he yelled to Lonnie and Jeremy, “Chill with lighter shit.”
	Lonnie and Jeremy looked to one another then to Corey conveying ‘what?’
	“Flick one of those bics and this whole place goes up!”
	“That’d be way cool!” exclaimed Lonnie vehemently.
	“No it wouldn’t,” yelled back Corey, “where the fuck we’d go then!?”
	Lonnie and Jeremy chilled with their lighter play.
	The back porch of House Number Three had an old-old washer, a rabbit hutch, some tires, some flower planters, rotting bags of mulch, and burlap bags of something unknown.  It wasn’t too hot out, not yet, no water no where save for the agri pond they got chased out of on a regular basis.
	“What’s eatin’ you, bud?”
	“Go fuck yourself.” Corey said brusquely.
	Benny shined it on; he was used to his friend’s mood—he had a messed up dad and often vented.
	“Chili King, huh?”
	“Good guess.” Smirked back Corey.  Cocking his head, farting, he lit up a smoke then down the rest of the beer tossing the bottle out into the grown up back yard.
	“Soooo, what happened this time?” Benny asked.
	“I dunno, no reason in particular, he’s just an ass.”
	Benny nodded, he knew Corey’s dad, the self proclaimed Elbert County Chili King.
	“So right, though,” said Corey with a slight giggle, “I “fixed” his fucking chili.”
	“What’d you do?” Benny asked.
	“I shit in it!”
	Not only his turds but some handy dog poo from a neighbor’s yard were mixed into the high prized and high praised simmering chili concoction Corey’s dad was well known for.  In a few hours he would be known for something else…
	Corey didn’t care, most the people who would be puking their guts up seeking medical help or shitting themselves to death he didn’t like anyways.  They were drunkards, bullies, big headed loudmouth rednecks who equally roughed up Corey as much as Corey’s asshole dad did—but those rednecks didn’t use belts, boards, and bare hands like the Chili King did.
	Just then,
	“Hey, lookee ‘ere!” exclaimed Lonnie peering thru the small empty musty smelling house.
	The boys came to looky and weren’t sure what they were looking at.
	“What the fuck is it?” Jeremy asked.
	“It’s a dude.” Benny said sarcastically.
	“Yeah, but what the fuck’s that on ‘is ‘ead?” Lonnie said gawking at the passing man with the strange hat on his head.
	“He looks like one of them dandy guys on TV.” spurted Benny.
	Then, quick as a wink, Jeremy rushed out the back door to slink up alongside the paint peeling blue schemed house to sneak-sneak-sneak to the front porch of the next house where just as a combine came rolling by to distract the passerby stretched out his hand and grabbed the stranger’s strange hat and make off with it.
	The stranger hauled ass, too, giving chase and being very enraged.
	At one home situated the furthest back across the broken cement road with a cabbage field nearby the stranger suddenly loomed smacking Jeremy square in the chest sending him toppling.  The stranger made a snag for his hat but missed—just missed and Jeremy fell on it.
	The glare from the man’s eyes could alone kill.
	Jeremy feeling some immediate remorse stood up clumsily handing over the crumbled top hat.  It was silk; being some five inches high, non-collapsible, made in the old world tradition by proud artisans.  Pricey, too; a little over three hundred American US dollars.
	But it wasn’t the money, the owner of the hat, Phalcon Feetweeps, was a proud wearer of the adornment and now—now that adornment was broken and soiled.
	“Make like rats, mates!” shouted Lonnie.
	“Yous fuckers aint goin’ nowhere!” and out came a large EMAD that shot out visible electrical bolts of brain wave capturing.  It also did a number on the young boys and Phalcon Feetweeps seemed to enjoy them twitching on the ground.
	Corey was the first to recover.  He drooled and lightning flashed across his eyes.  “What the fuck, mister!?”
	“Don’t fuck with me,” the man said smacking his rumbled/crumbled hat to his thigh, “I’m best left alone.”
	Benny stood up on weak trembling legs; Lonnie had pissed himself and felt sick to his stomach; Jeremy just felt sick.  The stranger looked the boys over one by one then ushered them into the house—just to the covered porch.  Then,
	“Take off your fuckin’ clothes!”
	Corey resisted but it was with a great effort to do so.
	Benny shucked his shirt, jeans, everything and stood stark naked being bewildered and not particular aware of what had happened or what he had done.  He stood blinking his eyes, shaking his head as if trying to clear it and staring straight ahead—bewildered.
	Lonnie had pissed in his brown corduroys and was mildly aware of doing so.  He stripped out of his clothes and stood with a sizable schlong that was uncut.  Lonnie was part American Southwest Indian so there’s that.
	Jeremy resisted but ultimately came to stand in his skin before the stranger who had a curious accent; a little British, a little something else.
	“Alright me fine buckos!” growled the stranger, “Make yer buddy smile!”
	A typical charge announced at many fine military installations—usually at the chow line where space was premium.  Scrunch ‘em up, 30-40-60 men/women in one serpentine line in pouring rain, searing heat, screaming drill instructors all for a ten minute chow on burgers made not-to-order, mac &cheese, bangers and mash, SOS (Shit-on-a-Shingle; sausage bits in gravy on biscuit halves).
	The naked boys, Corey finally giving in and stripping off his clothes, lined up and bunched together as commanded.  And it wasn’t so much that Corey was ashamed or embarrassed about being naked with his mates,
	“Jesus!” shouted Benny.
	“Sonofabitch!” blurted Jeremy.
	“Godawful damn!” said Lonnie.
	The boys’ exclamation was from the marks marring their friend’s backside, ass, and legs.
	“Shut up!” bitched back Corey, “Just shut the fuck up!”
	He was close to tears and the stranger was moved—slightly.
	Benny, pressed against Corey, “reached around” as per command, and began toying with his friend’s schlong.  Behind Benny, Lonnie snaked his hand between the two and did likewise and Jeremy did as well.
	After much cock play,
	“Turn around!” Corey was told.
	Corey obeyed, he tried to resist but “resistance was futile” and he turned to face Benny.
	“On—your—knees!”
	More than ever did Corey try to resist; but, “resistance—was—futile.”

	In no way was Corey Eellock going to willing suck the schlong of Benny or anyone.  And he said so, too.
	“NO FUCKING WAY!”
	Yes way.
	Benny closed his eyes; Lonnie was pressed up hard against him waggling his cock before Corey’s face while Benny’s hands were back behind him on Lonnie’s ass.  Corey tried and tried to keep his mouth closed but some sensational force forced him and ALL THE WAY DOWN he went—followed by the customary sucking.
	Benny didn’t cum (but he was close!)  The feeling of being sucked was a mind blower—he had never been sucked and only had recently discovered the joys of jerking off.  He stepped aside to watch in awe as Corey went on to suck Lonnie and then Jeremy.  There was no more resistance—it was futile to do so.
	After Jeremy had his schlong serviced,
	“Suck ‘em!” breathed hard the pissed off stranger.
	Jeremy, like Corey, didn’t want to but had no choice.  He was close to tears as he took Lonnie’s uncut member and was bawling by the time he got Corey’s bone in his mouth (after sucking Benny.)
	Benny took his turn and got Lonnie to cum.
	It was gross and the grossest thing ever!
	Lonnie sucked Corey—got him off.
	Lonnie sucked Benny—got him off.
	Lonnie sucked Jeremy—got him off.
	Lonnie sucked three cocks and got them to cum.
	It was the grossest thing ever!
	Until,
	“Lick ‘is hole!”
	On his back, Corey lay while Lonnie, Benny, and Jeremy took their turns licking out his bung hole.  Then there was ball washing followed by finger fucking the virgin shit tube followed by fucking it.
	Benny managed to cum in his friend’s asshole, the other boys managed to hold off.  When it was Corey’s turn, he came in Benny’s hole but not the others.  Ball washing and bung hole licking was definitely not on the boys’ agenda and none of them liked it much.
	Then—
	The boys watched in utter sheer disgust as one by one they themselves sucked the stranger’s cock.  The stranger’s cock was long at about eight inches; thick, too.  Corey went first followed by Benny, Lonnie, and Jeremy.  Each boy received a copious amount of man jiz.

	“Dude, I licked your asshole!” sputtered a giggling Lonnie to Corey.
	“Bite me!” bitched back Corey.
	“Dude!  I think I did!”
	The boys lay in the sweltering heat of the day on the grimy porch of House #12.  Each of the boys had sucked one another, sucked balls, licked bung hole, then butt fucked one another.  There had been cum flow, too.  Being taken by the stranger wasn’t cool but the boys seemed powerless to do shit one about it.
	Until,
	After laying in their filth for awhile,
	“Hey, where’s that guy?” Benny asked sitting up.
	They were naked, hot, sweaty, grimy and everything disgusting—but were apparently alone, and—
	“That guy is gone.” Lonnie said sitting up.
	“I think we’re ourselves!” Jeremy said standing up shaking off the lingering effects of the electronical bamboozling.
	“Let’s get the fuck outta here!” quipped a concerned Lonnie.
	Seemed like a good idea.  
	Benny stood up clutching the rickety porch post shaking his head like he was shaking off drunkenness or something vile.  Lonnie leaned against the wall not quite able to move just yet in his escape attempt but wanting very muchly to do so.  Jeremy leaned over the porch railing heaving and coughing up very nearly his nut sac.
	Corey stumbled off of the porch effected by the effects of having his mind overtaken by some electronic device.  Like a drunk man, he staggered this way and that along a cement path overtaken by weeds and mostly obscured from sight.  He fell once, twice, three times.  On the third time falling he just decided to lay there and let the effects wear off.
	Meanwhile, back at House Number Twelve,
	Like a scene from a horror movie; from the screen door, a hand reached for and grabbed Lonnie Stargouge bringing him inside the abandoned migrant home.  There was a muffled scream and then deadly silence followed by a small river of blood pooling just inside the door on the floor followed by a slump of something heavy to the floor.
	Leaning over the porch railing, Jeremy heaved and heaved; then, 
	From up behind him came the stranger wearing his crumbled top hat.  In his right hand was a curious weapon, a curious bloody weapon.  There was a short wooden handle with a five inch curved blade (coated in blood).  It was a carpet knife.  The stranger, Phalcon Feetweeps, stepped up behind the bamboozled preteen boy, grabbed a handful of his thick mop (hair) and drew the blade across his throat.
	Benny, standing right close clutching himself to a post, instantly vomited.
	The stranger whirled upon him throwing him over the railing and began roughly sodomizing him.  There was nothing Benny could do but endure.  He vomited, choked, and then couldn’t breath as like his, had his throat slashed.  Then he crashed thru the railing to fall in a heap in the overgrown weeds.
	Lastly,
	Corey stumbled up to an awkward standing position, looked behind him for his buddies, then looked around this way and that thru a maze of weeds and abandoned homes.  The heat was practically unbearable and his thoughts were of being someplace else.  He stumbled—stumbled—stumbled until coming to House Number Eleven where he fell onto the back porch.
	Slinging off the lingering effects of whatever had happened to fog his mind, Corey saw a shadow encompass him and he thought it was one of his mates.  It was not.  No words were spoken; Corey whirled around then was slung around and placed on his hands and knees.  Too weak and still fighting off the mind controller’s effects, Corey Eellock could do nothing but suffer the indignity of being brutally sodomized (again.)
	Phalcon Feetweeps jammed his massive manhood DEEP into the preteen’s cornhole pumping with hard dramatic pumps before pulling the boy up to a knee standing position.  Then—THEN he drew the carpet knife not across the boy’s throat but the boy’s balls.
	Corey’s eyes bulged, a bubble formed at his open lips, his arms flailed madly but the immediate loss of blood was measurable and he fell away to the musty dusty porch floor planks withering minus his testicles.
	Phalcon watched him (die) for a few minutes and when the boy had stopped withering (and breathing) the stranger pulled the lifeless preteen’s body off of the porch and stuffed him under the house.  The same had been done to the other boys in his company and then—
	Out of his peripheral view to the left at the edge of the cabbage field butting up against the overgrown grasses of the former migrant land was a little girl.  Had she seen what she shouldn’t have seen?  She was a cute little thing, a small sun dress, brown hair unkempt with a little daisy tiara she had made.
	Moments after making eye contact the little girl may or may not have gotten afeared and took in a bolt run.  The angle of the dangle prevented the onlooker of this little epic to see if the little girl was frightened or just playing.  She ran along a small path juxtaposed between the cabbage field and housing area.
	Phalcon suddenly lunged out from the unkempt area tackling the child to the veggie field and dragging her back to one of the abandoned homes.  The little girl, Tia Sapolte, kicked and screamed but no one was about (alive anyways) to hear her.
	On the back porch of one of the homes, Phalcon Feetweeps quickly in one hand motion stripped off Tia’s dress.  She wore not-so-snug fitting dingy off-white panties that were soiled.  There was a minute pause to look over the child then he was on her pushing into her sex his own soiled schlong raping her thoroughly.
	When the throp-throp-throp of a helicopter was heard and the distant sound of someone speaking on a loudspeaker on the ground—time to go.  Phalcon, finished with his lovemaking to the six year old turned her over and violated her from behind before using the carpet knife…

 Not far away—
	(and earlier)
	Leon Rakespear wanted to see his grandfather—
	Samantha Snotglass didn’t want him to go traipsing off thru the land alone.
	On reflection, it may have been better (for Samantha anyways) to have stayed put with her overbearing grandmother and let her best friend go traipsing.  But little kids seldom think of “reflection”.
	Napoleon’s grandfather, also named “Napoleon”, lived “some miles” away.  The young boy was very fond of his grandfather but his family had moved and the distance was too much; young Napoleon was too young to ride the regional bus on his own and traipsing along the two-lane country highway was a no-no, too.
	So it ‘cross country for the young boy accompanied by his bestest best friend, Samantha.  They soon came into danger with bees, a pissed off creature they didn’t know what kind it was but it was brown and furry and all kinds of pissed off.  Then there was the bear that chased them up a tree.  Luckily the bear didn’t climb but tore the tree up pretty good before leaving.
	You’d think that experience alone would send the pair hightailing it back home for supper.
	But you’d be wrong.
	Leon and Samantha continued on their trek going in a direct line across the countryside “as the crow flies” encountering Phalcon Feetweeps midway along just inside the Shithappenshere Woods.
	“AARGH!” spouted Phalcon, “What ye be doin’ in me woods afar!?”
	Leon and Samantha were greatly startled but not frightened.
	Leon, showing some chivalry, stepped in front of Samantha.
	“I’m Napoleon!” he said proudly,
	“And I’m Samantha!” announced the young girl stepping around her protective knight.  
	“So that be yer names, aye!” said the grumbling stranger; leaning forward, cocking his head, “But ye dinna answer me question?”

	“I’m on my way to see my grandfather.” Napoleon said.  He was a cute little fart; ten years young, fiery red hair all in serious curls.  He was as boyish as any boy his age could be.
	“A likely story, matey, a likely story!”
	“It’s true!” said a defiant Samantha.
	“Argh!  Ye be ‘ere to steal me treasure!”
	“What treasure?” asked Napoleon.
	“There’s treasure here?” asked Samantha.
	“Aye, lass, there be treasure ‘ere to be sure.”
	“What kind of treasure?”
	“Pirate treasure, my bucko, PIRATE treasure!”
	It was hard to believe but accordingly—according to Pirate Phalcon, pirates had come far inland to bury their loot raided from Spanish and French ships.
	“Pirates aplenty came far inland to bury their loot raided from Spanish and French ships!” counter minding Napoleon’s rebuff that “there weren’t any bodies of water around for miles!”
	“Now, then,” scowled Phalcon, “if’in ye be quiet and keeps the treasure a secret, I’ll make ye a part of me crew!”
	“A part of your crew?” exclaimed a bewildered Samantha.
	“Aye,” replied Phalcon, “an’ fer bein’ a part of me crew, you’ll get a share of the treasure—when we find it!”
	Napoleon and Samantha were all for that.
	Samantha was a pretty girl—long honey blond hair, clean skin, innocent, naïve, and in a short knee length dress.  The dress was “old style” from the mid-fifties as the girl’s grandmother who was raising her was Old School and girl’s shouldn’t be prancing about in pants.
	Thru the woods did the Pirate Phalcon lead his newly acquired “mates” to a lone cabin that had seen far better days.
	“This ‘ere be a lookout station.”
	Inside the cabin there was nothing but a cot, a table with three chairs, a counter, a sink, a pump, and dust.  The cot had no mattress and was of the old military style spring/iron type.  There was an old-old-old wool blanket on the cot and a pair of woodsmen boots beneath it.  Signs of animal critter life was all about as well as the strong scent of “old.”
	“Now,” said Phalcon escorting his crew inside, “so as the pirates who are about searching for what is rightly mine and yours, I’ll have to blindfold you.”
	“Why?” asked Samantha.
	“Well, now, ‘tis very simple—if’in the bad pirates you cant see—they cant see you, either!”
	“Oh.” said Napoleon, “That makes sense.”
	And Phalcon blindfolded Napoleon and Samantha.
	Then, so as the bad pirates just might see Napoleon and Samantha after all—he tied them to the chairs so as they wouldn’t be whisked away to serve a life of servitude on “the Hawzard” ship, “the scourge of the seas seven to be sure, argh!”
	After the kids were blindfolded and tied up securely, Phalcon Feetweeps slipped off his clothes.  He was a gangly man, tall, dark hair to his shoulders, a few scars, but no tattoos.  After walking about the table sizing up the children,
	“Say now,” he said still maintaining his “pirate” voice, “let’s ‘ere plays a game, eh, wot?”
	“I like games,” said an unwary Napoleon, “what kind of games can we play?” blindfolded and bound.
	“Well, now, let’s try a “guessing game.”
	“Ok, I like guessing games!”
	“Ok,” beamed a naked Phalcon, “this ‘ere game of guessing is, “what’s in yer mouth?””
	“What’s in your mouth?” said a curious Samantha.  She was not as exuberantly excited about the “guessing game”—and less enthused about being blindfolded and bound!
	Out of his backpack came—a banana, a carrot, a long candle, a licorice whip-stick, a straight candy cane.  Then an orange, apple, an apricot—to prevent scurvy doncha know!
	The game began with Napoleon taking the unpeeled banana into his mouth.
	“Ooooh!” he said making a face and yucky sounds, “What the hell is that?”
	Phalcon the Pirate giggled, “try again, matey, this time with the shell off!”
	“Shell!” said a confused Napoleon.
	Phalcon giggled and peeled the stale banana and eased a portion of it into the boy’s mouth.
	“Hey!” said the boy gleefully brightening up, “I know what that is!”
	He guessed banana.
	Samantha guessed correctly the carrot.
	Napoleon guessed the candle, the apple, and orange.
	Samantha didn’t guess the “cock”.
	The levity Phalcon the Pirate had been all about thus far ebbed as he positioned himself with ass against the round handmade table easing his manhood into the young girl’s mouth.  With steady pressure to the back of her pretty head he eased a couple of inches into her virgin mouth and made sounds indicating pleasure.
	Then,

	Samantha was pulled up from the chair to be laid down on the dusty-musty table that was actually one of those big wire spool tables.  Her dress was hiked up and panties hiked down.
	“HEY!” the girl almost screamed.
	Phalcon smacked her ass HARD with his bare hand whispering harshly into the girl’s ear, “I’d be mighty quiet if I were, lassy, there be more things buried out ‘ere in these woods than treasure!”
	That didn’t sit well with the young girl and she began to cry.  That, of course, got Napoleon upset and he tried to break free the trucker’s rope binding him.  Phalcon paid the boy no mind and spread the girl’s cheek applying his tongue directly to her hole.  Samantha freaked the fuck out!  The Pirate went “digging” for gold shoving his wicked tongue into her very virgin dirt rim.
	The Pirate, having his fill of treasure hunting stood up pressing his divining rod to her warm skin dragging the bulbous tip up and down the crack, pausing to poke and prod the hole he had just been tonguing.
	“NOOOOO!” screamed out the girl in horror.
	Napoleon so upset that his friend was in peril toppled and broke the chair.  He was still bound but managed to lash out at the naked Pirate kicking him good in the shins.  This only brought about the wrath of the Pirate who grabbed the boy’s flailing shin kicking legs and hoisted him up upside down.  Then he was simply dropped onto the floor and Phalcon returned to Samantha.
	And after some more gouging and poking of the young girl’s ass, there was turning the girl over and pushing her legs back.  Samantha thrashed as much as she could until she was spanked HARD to her ass and thigh.  Phalcon the Pirate didn’t seem to mind the girl’s wails of pain and distress and with one powerful hand holding her legs back he “went down” on her bald ten year old pussy and licked her out like she had never been licked out before.  And she hadn’t.
	“What’s going on?” asked a distressed Napoleon (who went by Leon in public).
	“Would you like to see?” asked a calm Phalcon.  He then grabbed the boy up from the floor yanking off the blindfold and letting him see his friend on the table.  She had put her legs down but her dress was up revealing herself somewhat, her panties bunched up at her ankles.
	The boy was speechless; Samantha wept uncontrollably; the Pirate stroked his mighty spar then pushed down Napoleon’s pants and underwear.  The boy was oblivious as his eyes were locked on his friend.
	“Never seen a girl—naked?” the Pirate asked.
	The boy shook his head No.
	“Ever WANT to?  Ever want to see this one—naked?”

	Napoleon couldn’t breathe; he hung his mouth open and still was oblivious to the fact that he had been pantsed.  Phalcon smiled an evil pirate smile slicing off the girl’s dress; then he patted her thighs indicating to her that she should open her legs.  The young boy stared and stared having never-ever seen a girl naked let alone her vagina.
	The Pirate put the young boy to “kiss” his friend’s vagina; kissing and licking, sucking, and putting his tongue inside.  Down below and the young boy’s pud was hard enough to anchor with.
	Napoleon licked, sucked, and drove his tongue into Samantha’s cunt then was hoisted up into position to where he laid his throbbing cock hard enough to halt a ship against his friend’s smooth hairless poon.  His pants and underwear were removed and with just a little schooling from the Master, fucking took place.
	Fucking and spanking.  As soon as young Leon Rakespear got into Samantha’s groove, busting her cherry, the Pirate began spanking the boy’s humping ass.  Not hard, but the near lily white ass turned a slight shade of tomato just the same.  
	Samantha twisted, arched her back, made faces, grunted and groaned her displeasure of being fucked by her friend.  Samantha twisted, arched her back, made faces, grunted and groaned more displeasure when Napoleon was pulled off and the Pirate took his place.  Samantha’s blindfold was removed, too, and she knew the score and was frightened—greatly frightened for it.
	The young girl’s fright came to a pivotal crescendo when the Pirate penetrated her sex and began pumping with much vigor and vim.  Napoleon lay on the floor withering not in pain but in the most extreme pleasure—pleasure he had never experienced before.
	Once the devilish deed had been done, the Pirate backed away to marvel and grin a Devil’s grin.  The girl withered on the table sobbing, trembling, bleeding.  The Pirate cocked his head and waited a specific non-set time before wrestling the young boy into a hands & knees position whereupon he then penetrated the boy from behind.
	Leon tried to wrestle free from the assault but was unable to do—especially after he was raised up on his knees and a carpet knife sliced his bald testicle sac.  As the boy twitched—Pirate Phalcon Feetweeps enjoyed cumming off into the boy’s ass.  Holding the boy tightly against him until the final end the Pirate found the sordid event surreal and as the dying boy lapsed into eternal sleep the orgasm increased ten-fold.
	An hour later and Samantha was taken from behind with her cries and pleas for help silenced at the Pirate’s whim during his orgasm.  Thereafter, he packed his pack, donned his top hat, and made his way along to the abandoned migrant housing area to seek further adventure.
Interlude schmiterlude!
	Seth Strangle had competition!  Although, Seth’s manner of mass murder was slightly different—less maniacal or something.  Flacon wasn’t absorbed with his slayings as was Seth was.  Falcon wasn’t curious about the fading of life; he was sexually driven like Seth but there were differences in their persona and perception of Life/Death and Orgasms.
	Anyways,
	After his little jaunt to the movie theatre and all that experience with Falcon Feetweeps, AND a little paranoia seeping in, time to shuffle home.  Of course, it wasn’t a straightforward romp home.  Along the way,
	She was cute (you know, when it starts out “she was cute” it aint gonna turn out well) and standing along seemingly confused.  She was young, Mexican girl, mid-thigh length checkered dress, long silky light brown hair, and all of about nine years young.
	The girl, Yessica Toeez, twisted one way and then the other while chewing on a crooked finger.  She was lost having gotten off the city bus at the wrong stop and was trying to get her bearings.  She was actually just a few blocks away from where she should be in a moderate neighborhood; big trees, nice homes, nice people who waved to strangers driving by—like Seth Strangle in his late model muscle car.
	“Get in.”
	The pretty nine year old paused a moment then unwary moved into the Camero and was calm.  The driver sighed, farted, and for a long minute did nothing but take the calm girl in.  Then he moved the classic car down the block and out of the neighborhood.
	Out of the neighborhood, across the mid-city four lane road to the abandoned mini mall; only a Laundromat, a bar, and a bookstore remained.  Seth drove around to the alley and parked.
	“Take your panties down.” Seth said in a calm cool voice.
	Yessica blinked her eyes, stared straight ahead, put on a curious face but reached up under her dress and tugged her panties down.  Red panties.  The girl continued to look curious but that didn’t bother the Strangler.  Reaching across her he manipulated the latch for the seat and pushed it down.  Off came the panties from the girl’s ankles; then, off came the dress.
	At nine years young the girl had small beginner’s mounds.  Seth took his time fondling them before pushing down his pants and laid his penis against her sex.  A little grinding, some gliding, then some probing before plunging in breaking the girl’s hymen.
	‘ceptin’ there was no hymen to break!
	The girl, age nine, was not—NOT a virgin!  Amazing!
	No Q&A and Seth either didn’t notice or didn’t care.  The girl hadn’t had cock like his, though; she made faces and almost screamed out as the massive teen’s schlong invaded her.  A hand over her mouth silenced her (as opposed to the other method Seth was intimately famous for) and the fucking commenced uninterrupted for just under four minutes.
	Then, he lay on the girl caressing her—staring into her eyes; his cock still pumping (and still pumped juices) into her non-virgin cunt.  It seemed like, though unlikely, he adored her.  He caressed her cheek, palmed her mounds, finally withdrew from her sex; then—THEN seemingly snuggled!	
	Some minutes later and the Strangler pulled up his clothes, used Yessica’s panties to clean himself and wiped the girl’s cunt (with her own panties!) then calmly returned her to her neighborhood.  After finding out her address from her ID bracelet, Seth did the unthinkable—
	He let her go.
	From the park in/near her home, Seth parked his ride and walked the girl up the street where she had last been arriving at her home minutes later.  She recognized it and was relieved.  Seth continued on his way leaving behind a befuddled “follower.”  
	Suddenly, the Followed, stopped and whirled around with eyes blazing.
	“Who’s there?” he demanded.
	Dim held fast, held his breath, and remained quiet and still behind one of the huge oak trees lining the sidewalk.  He was “invisible” to Seth, and anyone else utilizing the high frequency band of the EMAD that wavered/warped the air around him making him so.  But Seth Strangle had a sophisticated mind altering device, too; and he was greatly in tune with his Device.
	Dim feared Seth would use the his EMAD to find him out.

*

Feeassco!
	Warning!  EMAD in Use!
	The warning from Seth bothered Dim.  There was a feeling of “mistrust” right off!  On Dim’s EMAD there were waverings in the Device’s ability to “capture” the Target’s brain wave patterns.  And in that, the Target was aware.  Seth was ‘aware’ of Dmitri Tsugua.  And that was a bad thing.  Dim had wanted to make introductions and go on a spree with the elder teen but from what he had learned so far—Seth Strangle was dangerous and couldn’t rightly be trusted.  They both were armed with mind altering devices and though Dmitri thought well of his Device—it might be possible that Seth’s was stronger (and more reliable.)

	It was cause for some concern and a little worry.  A friendship could have been but Seth Strangle was unstable—unreliable; dangerous.  A disappointing end to something that could have been.  Oh well, Dim went on to a distraction.  He still had the urge to follow/stalk Seth but first!

For distraction purposes only
	Braydee St; Feeassco home
	Opening Scene:  upstairs bedroom, parental unit bedroom.
	On the bed, newlywed Carol Franklynn-Forkinmor.  She was naked with hands and feet tied to the corners of the bed.  Awesome!  She didn’t seem to be in much stress—or distress or even duress even!  The room was semi dark, blue themed, and it was late evening type time.
	Then,
	It waltzed Marcia, Eve, and Susan with their new brother, Greg.
	Greg was the oldest at thirteen; new sister Marcia was a year younger with Eve a year younger than she and little Susan a mere eight years young.  They were all naked.  Following them was Greg’s bio dad, the girls’ new daddy of just under a year.  He was also naked.
	The girls were embarrassed and stood shoulder to shoulder with their hands before them concealing their nakedness.  
	“Put your hands away!” their new Daddy said.  Greg, the girls’ new brother, stood proudly naked with a raging hard-on on the other side of the bed.  New Daddy Barry climbed onto the bed and began fingering his new wife’s cunt.  the girls stood in awe—Greg stood grinning.  
	The girls smelled good—having just gotten out of the shower.
	Shower scene:  some minutes earlier; while sitting (naked) on her new Daddy’s lap, little Susan watched in awe as her sisters showered together with Greg.  It wasn’t clear if up until then nothing had transpired (sexually speaking) or it was something that was just pending and upon Dmitri’s sneaky intrusion pended.
	No sex or sex acts—just washy-washy!
	Afterwards, Greg dried himself and the girls dried themselves—but did so while in the company of each other.  Dim assumed he missed the private bath/shower time of new Daddy and new daughter, Susan.  Oh well.
	With the drying done, the girls (and Greg) brushed/combed their hair then exited the bathroom to file into their Mother’s bedroom.  The girls lined up on one side of the bed with Greg solely on the other.  New Daddy Barry crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between his new wife’s legs and began fingering her pussy—priming her.

	Then, a mighty stroke, squeeze, flop, waggle, and bash/spank against his wife’s cunt and he was in.  The girls looked on in total amazement while Greg stood beaming with his hard cock growing all the harder.  Carol thrashed about as she was fucked; she didn’t seem to be in great distress but accordingly was in great confusion.
	Barry went to the four minute mark and some seconds over before unleashing a massive quantity of cum.  He gave terrific thrusts, herky-jerky jerking pumps before finally pulling out, “Whew-ing!” as the fuck was a very good fuck further Dmitri’s confusion.  Surely he had fucked the woman before?
	Maybe it was the first time boning the woman in front of her girls.
	After a minute for himself he sat back—his cock amazingly still hard (and maybe had prescribed medicinal help there).  Snapping his fingers he motioned for Marica to come onto the bed and to come onto her Mother.  Marcia was twelve, seven months away from being thirteen.  She had knobs for breasts, a hairless poon, slim body, LONG beautiful golden brown hair, a little geeky/dorky but lovely naked just the same.
	Her sisters had the same hair with Eve having even LONGER hair, silkier, but more straight rather than Marcia’s that was feathered (as was the particular style of the time.)  Susan’s hair was shoulder length and more blond than honey brown.
	Greg’s hair was like his father’s; raven black.
	After Marcia had mounted her Mother’s face she was beckoned “down”.
	Greg beamed big as he looked on—a casual glance to Marcia but his eyes were locked on sister Eve.  Marcia latched onto her Father’s cock and by his direction began sucking it all the while her Mother beneath her began licking out her pussy!  Awesome!
	Greg did finally transfer his gaze to his cock sucking sister.  She was almost frail looking and looked somewhat younger than her twelve years.  It was truly an awesome sight—the usually timid and socially sigh girl sucking her new Daddy’s cock.  And underneath, Greg’s new Mother licking-licking-licking her barely teenage daughter’s pussy!  How awesome was that!?
	Greg leaned over and began caressing his sister’s ass, poking the hole and getting an even HARDER cock!  Impressive!  
	“Alright, son,” Barry said, “you ready?”
	Greg was more than ready.
	Barry scooted back a little—after rubbing his slobbered on cock against Marcia’s face providing room for his son.  Greg positioned himself (and got a significant blowjob before entering) and penetrated his new Mom’s cunt.  Carol twisted, cringed, maybe wept, but was pretty calm during the event.
	Greg fully entered his non-bio Mom and fucked fully full five minutes.
	Several times did he pull out and get re-sucked by his sister.
	Barry, all the while, admired his son and a time or two caressed the boy’s ass (and did so with not only his hand but his cock!)  This got the bright eyes of a naïve Susan very wide; young Eve also was bug eyed as well as naïve.)
	Greg sat back panting—his cock out of his Mother’s pussy still shooting spunk.  
	“Suck him.” commanded Barry from behind his son.
	Marcia looked a little green, ill, embarrassed, but otherwise emotionally held together.  She sucked her brother’s cock retching a little and gagging a lot.  Afterwards, Marcia slid off of her Mother to stand on the side of the bed Greg had been standing on.  She took a moment to breathe and try not to reflect so much on what had just happened.  There was a glance to her naked brother, her naked Daddy, her Mom, sisters, and herself.
	Then Eve came onto the bed and settled onto her Mother’s face.
	Greg smiled (and Dim smiled bigger!)

	It was a repeat performance—just a different character.  Daddy Barry enjoyed sinking his bone into his wife’s delirious cunt (and Dim secretly ached to do same!) then after a couple of minutes of intense pumping pulled out to ease into Eve’s mouth.  Greg was beside himself as he stood beside the bed looking over the girl.  Whether or not it was the first time he had seen the girl naked or not wasn’t known but he surely did enjoy the moment!
	After face fucking his child and Greg had fondled her ass, fingered her hole, spanked her a little, Barry moved back to provide room for his son’s turn.  Carol still licked and licked her daughter’s cunt and it was a marvelous scene for sure.
	Marcia stood by the bedside with her young mind blitzing.  Greg had crawled off the bed when Eve had crawled on and stood right beside her.  She DID look kind of frail but had possibilities of growing up to be a beautiful young girl.  She had gasped when Greg leaned over to begin feeling of Eve’s ass.  She didn’t seem disgusted—just alarmed.
	And on it went.
	After Greg once more sunk his cock into his new Mom’s cunt, fucked three minutes twenty-five seconds and gave unto her a sufficient quantity of his liquid gooey love cream—he got a decent blowjob from Eve.  The girl made face, retched, gagged, and nearly vomited.
	Poised behind his incestuous son, Barry rubbed his hard cock all over his son’s ass.  Marcia stared and stared as the man did such a thing.  Her alarm was growing—along with some disgust.

	After Eve sucked her brother’s cock (and got face fucked) she crawled off of her Mother to stand beside Marcia.  Both girls looked on in mild horror as their baby sister took her place.  Greg beamed as he stood opposite now of his sister’s with even a more hardened hard-on.
	Barry once more sunk his cock into his wife’s pussy and caressed the naked child on her.  His cock, too, soared to even more hardened status; running his hands over the child he lightly spanked her and pushed a daring finger into her virgin poop chute; underneath the girl and her Mother licked-licked-licked her delicate young pussy.
	Marcia stood shoulder to shoulder with Eve exhibiting a face of not disgust but horror.  She was fully aware of what was happening but seemingly unable to show much emotion or have the ability to do thing one about it.
	Another cum blast and Barry Feeassco was all about spent.  He pulled out, slapped his cock against Carol’s righteously snug pussy then skull fucked the little girl riding on her.  Greg couldn’t hold back and began a serious bout of smoothing his hand over the little girl’s ass, spanking, and finger fucking her asshole.
	Susan wasn’t so much into giving a blowjob and that was the first time Dmitri saw the EMAD.  Barry had a palm sized mind altering device that was actually “palm sized” being circular, thick in the middle, with thumb and index buttons to activate the desired desires.  After a “activating” said sensor buttons the girl calmed down and completed her assigned task of cock sucking.
	Greg’s cock was spurting sperm shots as he waited for his Dad to move back.  Marcia pursed her lips with clenched jaw, clenched fists, too.  Eve was in tears; the girls’ Mother didn’t seem to be as “aware” of what was going on.  Maybe she was or wasn’t or was too heavily taxed by the minding device.
	After the blowjob from Susan, Greg re-entered his Mom’s pussy and fucked one minute thirty seconds and came a hearty cum shot.  Herky-jerky pumps, a pull out to fuck the woman’s crevice, face fuck his baby sister, and back in for thirty seconds more of pussy pounding and full ejaculation.
	And inasmuch as the girls (mostly Marcia) was horrified (and disgusted) by the acts of her new Daddy and brother—the act of the new Daddy humping his own son’s ass was equally horrifically disgusting if not disturbing.  As Greg lay on the girls’ mother, Greg’s bio Dad positioned himself RIGHT UP AGAINST the teenage boy and apparently penetrated him!  Susan had yet to crawl off of her Mother and merely sat up on her face.  Carol continued to flick her tongue into her youngest child’s cunny; she thrashed about some and seemed to be in deep confusion.
	Five minutes later—
	“Shower time!” New Daddy Barry said.  Everyone moved to the hall bathroom—save for Carol still tied to the bed and Dmitri Tsugua still unseen.
	There was a choice; sloppy seconds or happy times in the bathroom.
	Dim chose ye olde sloppy seconds.  A quickie.  His cock was ready to explode and it mattered not that Greg and his Dad had fucked and re-fucked the woman multiple times.  She was not tight but not “sloppy”, either.  There was some satisfying snugness and that was all that mattered.  Dim enjoyed the woman’s womanly breasts and as he plowed her motherly cunny he thought of nothing else but screwing her three girls, too.

	In the bathroom,
	Greg showered with his sisters one at a time.  Marcia had been first, Dim missed that—he was busy.  He also missed Greg and Eve—still busy.  He did manage to see Greg and Susan; Greg lathered up his new little sis, fingered her pussy and asshole, face fucked her face, and in turn—the little tyke yanked his crack, SUCKED his crank, and was sodomized.
	With his soaped up cock, Greg’s seriously hard bone eased up into the eight year old’s asshole.  It was a seriously-seriously tight fit but with soap on his cock and Susan’s asshole soaped up, penetration was made—much to the dismay of her sisters.  
	Also to the dismay of the sisters; while one girl was in the shower with Greg, the other(s) lay across their Daddy’s lap to be spanked.  Not too hard, but hard enough to turn the ass flesh a bright red.  The girls were also fingered in their pussy and asshole.  Then, they were positioned on their Daddy’s lap with his cock pressed HARD against their young yet-to-be-deflowered pussy.  
	The family returned to the bedroom whereupon deflowering began.
	Marcia first.
	Laying on her Mother, backside down, lengthwise up, Marcia endured a new horror.  She twisted and arched her back and put on a face of utter “WTF!?” as her brother “went down” on her pussy.  Before then, the girl had never fingered even fingered herself let alone be eaten out.  (Dim had tried Q&Aing the hapless girl and did have a good brain wave pattern lock but--)
	As Dim posed his questions Barry suddenly became “aware” of another EMAD in use.  He whirled around looking madly about, “What?” he asked.  Turns out, Dim had also gotten Barry Feeassco’s brain wave pattern and he “heard” the posed question “ever finger yourself?”
	Dim quickly went quiet and still and endured several minutes of doing nothing.  Greg was unaware and happily munched his sister’s hairless cunt before crawling up and sliding his wicked prick into her busting her cherry and thusly deflowering her.
	Barry finally decided what he had heard was not a security breech and went on to spank his son’s humping ass, clutched his balls, then penetrated his ass whilst all the while he fucked his Mother.
	Quite a scene!
	Eve and Susan stood at bedside in total disbelief; their “awareness” level had been greatly increased but they were still controllable emotionally.  Greg pumped and pumped into Marcia; pawed her budding breasts, and enjoyed himself greatly.  And although pounding into his son’s ass while he fucked Carol was enjoyable it was also difficult.  The rhythm was difficult to maintain and more often than not his cock slipped out.  So, he settled for slapping his humping son’s ass (with his cock) until the boy got his rocks off.
	Afterwards, Eve’s turn.  This after Marcia crawled, rubbed her aching fresh fucked cunny and was escorted to the bathroom by her Daddy.  Greg entered his Mom’s cunt and pumped a little there (apparently for fun or to clean off his soiled schlong).  Then Eve took her place and Greg licked out her cunt, too.
	Dim slipped out of the bedroom to the bathroom finding Marcia on her back getting fucked by her new Daddy.  The angle was prime as the two lay with their heads to the bathtub and their feet to the door giving an unseen onlooker the prime view of seeing manly manhood slamming into girlie pussy.
	“Please, Daddy, stop—it hurts!  It hurts!” cried out Marcia.
	Daddy, though, didn’t stop and went on until he came.
	Back in the bedroom angled across the hall and Greg had finished licking out Eve’s cunt and was in the middle of fucking her.  Little Susan awaiting her turn strangely fingered her poon and wept.  Greg concentrated on fucking his eleven year old sister and virtually collapsed on her when he was done.
	Back in the bathroom and Marcia was on her hands and knees; ass up, head down.  The girl cringed, cried, and carried on all the while behind her IN her was her new Daddy.  Barry smacked his daughter’s ass and drove his manhood ALL the way into her ass.
	Again, “Please, Daddy, take it out—it hurts!  It hurts!”
	But her cries meant nothing to Daddy Barry and he slammed her hole until finally cumming off a full five minutes later.  When he pulled out there was steam wafting from his cock and from the tortured girl’s hole.  She fell to her side clutching herself into a fetal position weeping uncontrollably.  Barry didn’t seem to care as he manhandled his slightly soiled cock seemingly in some personal agony.
	After a time and Eve was brought into the bathroom escorted by her brother, Barry managed to gather himself and enter the shower where he revitalized himself.  Barry stared at the cringing Marcia and was only partially enthused about messing with her—his cock was kinda sore and shagged out.

	“Susan?” Barry asked of his son.
	“She’s waiting.” Greg grinned.
	She didn’t have to wait long.  Greg took Marcia into the shower while Barry took a turn to Eve’s ass.  Eve’s asshole required more than “soaping”; Barry slathered up his cock and the girl’s hole with good ole cock grease.  It was still a tight fit but the going was smoother and a done deal by the time Greg and Marcia were done in the shower.  (and while in the shower—Barry went up his sister’s ass just for good measure and because it was there.)
	In the bedroom,
	Susan waited nakedly still strangely fingering herself beside the bed.  Barry, his son, Marcia and Eve returned, took their places at beside, and Susan climbed up onto her Mother and into place.  Greg seemed overjoyed and happily (very) tongued her sweet little pussy.  Marcia had just recently had her mind re-manipulated by her Daddy’s mind controller but time enough had elapsed where the grip was not so tight and she was able to be “aware.”
	Greg licked all over his eight year old sister’s cunny, fingering her pussy and asshole and making “yummy” sounds as he did his thing.  Then, he was on her gliding firstly his cock against her innocent slit.  Marcia stood with mouth open, eyes wide, total shock, dismay, and disbelief.
	Greg finally made the penetration and fucked his little sis taking his time and not plunging into her fully but at length he did.  Susan wailed; she flailed and wasn’t into getting raped at all.  Greg didn’t pay her any mind and Barry seemed to struggle with getting her under control (emotionally speaking).  Dim helped out the cause and the little girl finally calmed down and Greg finally made full cock penetration.
	Almost five minutes later and—
	KER-BLAM!
	A more than healthy cum blast.
	One big shot spewed into the girl’s broken cunny; the rest was a “money shot” spewing cock juice onto the girl’s already soiled cunt.  He jerked and jerked, rubbed and humped until all his seminal fluid was ejected.  Then he collapsed off to the side of the girl laying beside her mother.
	“That was a good one!” Greg commented exasperatedly.
	Barry chuckled, played with his cock and eyed the fresh fucked eight year old.
	“No, Daddy, please!” begged a-too-aware Marcia.
	“Then take her place.” Barry said almost coldly.
	Marcia pursed her lips ‘me and my big mouth!’ but moved onto her mother after Susan had been plucked up by Greg sitting on the bed.  Barry moved onto Marcia easing into her sex and once more fucked her and did so slowly.
*

The Great Gangbang Fest of Ought Nine
	Opening scene:  place:  upstairs/attic turned bedroom; Massturd house
	On the bed, already naked, fourteen year old Brock Massturd with his girlfriend, Regina—also naked.  Both were in the throws of serious fucking.  Serious.  The girl wasn’t a bad dish; super curly honey brown hair, blue eyes that sparkled—extra sparkle when she had dick pleasingly pounding her pussy; lightly tanned body all over, very shapely, nice ass, nice small cantaloupe titties.
	On top of her was Brock Massturd; a handsome fourteen year old boy with amazing boyish charm.  He was very athletic but excelled in the uncommon sport of soccer (good, ‘cause West Ham United could use an excelling athlete!) and had good form.
	Brock and Regina, though, were not as alone in the Massturd house as they thought.  From the stairwell sneaked sneakingly Marsha and Jan; Brock’s sisters—Brock’s non-bio sisters.  Marsha was a year younger than Brock and Jannifer two years younger.  Marsha was a dynamo with her golden hair, gorgeous face, very nice form for thirteen, and exuberant curiosity.  Her younger sister was a near mirror image, just shorter and younger.
	The spying girls were in awe as they watched their brother and his girlfriend carry on so.  Brock had been a “brother” almost a year.  He and the girls got along ok and so far as note nothing sexual had happened between them.  But as Marsha and Jannifer watched—it was to note that something was desired to happen between them; Marsha and Jannifer had their fingers working their fevered pussies to beat all—and they both wanted Brock to beat them!  (with his hard cock!)
	Then,
	Brock and Regina switched places and there was a new scene to ogle.  It was daring (but necessary); the slinking sneaking sisters crept up to be level with the floor and raise up just a little—that gave them insight to the wild wonders of Reverse Missionary.  The girls saw Brock’s cock slamming UP into Regina’s pussy.  It was amazing!  Both girls, admittedly under guise of an EMAD intrusion, had seen their brother naked and in the beginning it was no big deal.  Then, as time together as a blended family went on the girls got more and more curious and more and more daring at wanting to see their new brother naked.
	Brock’s hands were clamped tightly on Regina’s ass pulling it open revealing the girl’s hole and Brock’s cunt slamming cock.  It was an eye opener of which Marsha and Jannifer couldn’t stand it any longer and fled (sneakingly) back down the moulded stairs to their own room (locking the door behind them).  They then shed their clothes and began seriously pawing each other—mostly fingering!

	Decisions!  Decisions!
	To watch the antics of Brock and Regina or Marsha and Jannifer?
	Unseen Dmitri decided on Marsha and Jannifer.
	Good choice!
	After the girls had shed their clothes they came together smashing their beautiful young bodies together.  They even kissed!  More importantly, they fingered one another then fell onto Marsha’s bed whereupon they began Scissor Fucking—banging their pussies together intensely before repositioning into a lovely 69 position.
	Unseen Dmitri was beside himself!  Was this really happening?  Was the girls’ daddy possibly around?  There was another brother, the twelve year old brother of Brock, was he possibly doing something (electronically speaking.)	
	Dim didn’t sense the presence of Seth so there was that.
	Both Marsha and Jannifer were virgins—cock virgins anyways.  
	‘would you like to get laid by your brother?’ (Brock)
	Not an immediate YES! but close counts.  Both girls considered sexual relations but were afraid of “consequences.”  Getting pregnant was a bad-bad thing.  A social no-no and frowned upon big time for young teen girls.  But they were excited and curious just the same—so in lieu of dick they settled most times for candles, the bed post (they found that they could unscrew and (screw themselves with the wooden knobby phallic)) to no end (of pleasure!)
	They were also into spanking one another.
	Dim was pleased and well pleased.  He knew he was missing something possibly good in the attic-bedroom but Marsha and Jannifer him by the balls—literally.  He took his pleasures to Marsha first, oldest girl, first dibs.  The girls had deflowered themselves using candles and bedknobs which was a slight disappointment for Dim—he rather liked busting cherries.  Oh well.  After much tonguing of Marsha’s cunt, finger fucking her as well alternated fucked asshole Dim slid into her cock hungry cunt his cunt hungry cock!
	The girl loved it!  She responded regardless of being mindless and Dim didn’t care if she was aware of not—the girl had a wonderfully tight-snug snatch!  His cock was well pleased and eased almost fully into the girl before the snugness got seriously snug—he figured his lengthy dong was pounding the back wall of the girl’s cunt.  Pumping followed with a delicious cum blast at the four minute mark.
	There was exhaustion but Dim was able to put himself to Jannifer.
	Upstairs and he was sure he was missing something—but there was a twelve year old girl jus aching to get licked out and fucked.  There was just something about a pre-teen’s pussy that was enticing.  Too enticing to walk away from—so he didn’t.  A slight covering of poon pie pubes there was; tiny young hairs just under a hundred or so.  
	Dim delighted in delighting Jannifer’s pussy and did so for several minutes—recouping during that time for his cock to penetrate her delicious young vagina.  Like her sister, Jannifer’s cunt had been busted and well fucked by various instruments.  She still “looked” virginal with the smooth puffy lips but like Marsha, she was fond of anything round—and knobby!
	Dmitri’s cock wasn’t knobby (but it WAS round!) and into the girl’s quim it went sailing nicely.  Instantly the girl’s nipples hardened.  There were small-small mounds on the girl’s chest but Dim didn’t mind—he liked them that way!  He kept going with the pumping action but there was no cum blast.  The pleasure was there and it was glorious!  Glorious, Centurion!  Glorious!

	With no energy to continue screwing the girls, Dim settled for the next best thing—spanking!  Not hard but hard enough to turn the skin to some color and warmth.  Dim delighted greatly in spanking—there was some sort of weird to odd satisfaction in punishing a girl that way.  Even more so than fucking her!
	There was just enough strength to invade Marsha’s asshole—so he did.
	Thereafter he checked on Brock and Regina finding that they were in the shower.  Feeling woozy and totally lacking in sufficient energy physically as well as mentally it was time to amscray.  So he did.

The next day…
	It wasn’t Regina but a girl named Mary Anne naked in the bed romping with Brock Massturd (the next day.)  Mary Anne was a very nice girl; a professional babysitter who had taken First Aid classes and gone to babysitting classes; she had lovely silky long brown hair; wondrous features depicting as a calm shy girl; and a demure persona.   She was lovely, a plain face but lovely just the same; small breasts, a dimple on her chin, a sweet smile, nice butt.
	And bare ass naked she was even MORE lovely!
	The festivities were already “in progress”; Brock’s cock had just come out of Mary Anne’s cunt slathered already in cum and went stuffingly up into the girl’s asshole.  Mary Anne slid herself down onto the plunging tool and sat up to fully take it.
	It was quite a view and siblings Jannifer and Pete (Brock’s younger brother) viewed it!  And once more, Jannifer was fingering herself and rubbing her ass as she looked on in amazement and curious lust.  Peter, same age as Jannifer, methodically gouged the heel of his hand to his growing erection with mouth agape and eyes intriguingly wide open.  It was an Up Close and Personal view like no other and scored well high on the Wow Factor gauge.

	The next thing you know…
	Peter and Jannifer were UNDER Brock’s bed!  And as the two teen lover on top got into a long bout of lovemaking, Peter and Jannifer pulled themselves out and up at the foot of the bed getting an impressive eye-view of fucking in progress.
	It was awesome!
	Jannifer couldn’t close her mouth for nothing—right there—right-right there was Brock on top of Mary Anne fucking her brains out.  His cock slid almost all the way out then plunged ALL the way in.  There was slow plunging and then fast/furious plunging.  A couple of times the cock DID come out but that seemed to be intentional as the above average cock humped the girl’s crevice before slipping back in.
	It was an eye opener that neither under-the-bed spy could believe.
	There’s Up Close and Personal and then there’s UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL!  There was even the scent of sex permeating the sullen attic-turned-bedroom air; the sounds of sex-in-progress; the sheer incredibleness of the happening concerning Peter and Jannifer being under the bed spying on their brother engaged in sex.
	It was the most incredible thing ever!  Ever!

	When after the great orgasm blast like neither Peter or Jannifer had seen (let alone experienced) came (and went) the two lovers slinked down the stairs to the second floor bathroom for private time in the shower leaving the spies to fend for themselves.
	“WOW!” exclaimed Pete as soon as he heard the bathroom door below shut.
	“No kidding.” gushed Jannifer.  Both lay ‘neath the bed panting and exhausted as if they themselves had engaged in sex.  Thoughts to their own, the two siblings lay still for a couple of minutes—then,
	“Is your’s like that?” Jannifer asked coyly.
	Pete, laying on his back SERIOUSLY gouging the heel of his hand to his aching erection couldn’t answer but nodded rapidly affirming his kooky sister’s inquiry.
	There was silence between; Jannifer, too, gouged her hand to her cunny.
	Then,
	“Let’s go to the basement!”
	Pete turned to her, “Really?”
	Jannifer was all giddy, blushing, and nodding her pretty head with a huge smile.  Pete felt his cock not only surge but cum!  Holding hands, the two non bio siblings sneaked their way down to the house’s basement (and the unseen Dmitri Tsugua sneaked along behind them!)

	Apparently, Jannifer and Pete got along better than most brothers and sisters regardless of the fact that they were not biologically connected or not.  They were same age; they played together (non-sexually) and did other non-sexual activities.  They helped each other out with school work and household chores; they enjoyed one another’s company and that enjoyed was getting kicked up a notch.
	In the sanctity of a basement corner where all the crap that had been in the attic had been moved, Jannifer and Pete stood giggling under the 60 watt bare bulb.  But on her own, it was Jannifer who stripped off her pull over shirt revealing a bare chest—no bra!  She was twelve and had some decent sized titties and Pete’s eyes were locked on the small glorious orbs with a quirky smiled etched upon his boyish face.
	Pete pulled off his own shirt—and was topless, too!
	Off came Jannifer’s shoes and in a fluidic motions shucked her jeans.
	Pete was totally like mesmerized by the girl—no, captivated.  They had seen “glimpses” of one another in their undies and there wasn’t really much difference in a girl’s bathing suit and her underwear but Pete really hadn’t thought of his non-bio sister in the sexual way—not until they began spying on Brock.
	Down came Pete’s pants with his bone poking out thru the flap of his boxers.
	Jannifer stood in lavender tinted panties—Pete’s eyes were still locked onto her pre-teen mounds.  Giggling and blushing—Jannifer pushed down her panties and kicked them off her feet to stand completely naked.  A little seepage there was to Pete’s piss slit but the mesmerized boy slipped down his underwear to stand equally naked.
	Then, on her own, Jannifer reached out and took holt of her brother’s cock.
	She did!
	Pete didn’t mind—he giggled and blushed as she did.  Up and down; up and down Jannifer caressed Pete’s dick.  He liked it—a lot!  Jannifer liked it that he liked it; it felt warm in her hand and she couldn’t remember rightly if his cock WAS the same as his brother’s.  It didn’t matter and after a minute or so Pete was fingering her pussy and the two suddenly embraced.  The embrace led to kissing which led to the two on the floor on their clothes and Pete’s dick sliding into Jannifer’s pussy.
	Let the fucking begin!

	It was a very nice fuck; laying on their sides, Pete’s left hand clamped tightly to his sister’s ass, his cock pounding near effortlessly into her cunny, their mouths locked to each other in an attempt to devour the other—and Dmitri Tsugua masturbating against Jannifer’s ass.
	It was such a nice fuck that Dmitri had to just had to join in!  He just had to!

*

The plot thickens!
	(you just don’t know about some people—you just don’t!)
	It wasn’t to be believed—but believe it.  A couple of days after visiting the Massturd house and completely leaving Seth for the time being and Dmitri found Brock Massturd in a house blocks away from his own neighborhood engaged in high high-jinks of the most naughty kind.
	Dim didn’t know he (Brock) had it in him.
	In an area not so well with peoples with good incomes Brock M was inside a small apartment belonging to a single mom and her young daughter.  The area was not “rundown” per se but needed serious upgrade.  But the people who lived in the area—didn’t care.  Low income type people; rednecks, welfare.  A huge water tank occupied a lot of space; empty lots cluttered with cast offs (cars, washing machines, construction leftovers, etc.) a corner store where prices were jacked fifty percent higher than anywhere else, and homes where one yard was pristine and well maintained and the next one—not so much.
	In the apartment—a single dwelling where there were multiple apartments assembled in a “C” block configuration with a huge open space in the middle for kids to play.  On the bed in the one bedroom apartment was Monica Jabacat and her daughter, Megan.
	Thing was, Monica was tied to the bed—naked!
	It was a mind blower!
	Brock Massturd himself was naked.
	Sitting on the edge of the bed was Monica in her yellow duckling panties and a kind of matching yellow tank top.  The girl was cute with her long light brown hair in a long single pony tail—and clad in yellow duckling panties!  She was also all of nine years young and a friend of Regina who babysat the little girl from time to time.
	Monica Jabacat was spread eagled on the bed; she was twenty-eight years young, dark brown hair in no particular style but long and straight.  Small breasted woman, 32-A; a couple of scars—usually covered up by clothing, a couple of tattoos where some were concealed by clothing and others were not but were in good taste just the same.
	Not hair one on her womanly pussy.
	She breathed hard and it appeared as if though the “show” was just about to begin—timing was everything.  The woman seemed to be “aware” but not so aware—she was “aware” of the situation she was in but not aware of who was perpetrating the situation.

	Brock stood gallantly naked stroking his young teenage cock; the room was darkened with the one bedroom window covered by blinds and a heavy curtain.  The only light was from the open bedroom door and a light from the fish tank on the dresser.  It added to the ambience of the sullen room.
	After a minute or so—Brock went down on the hairless pussy licking happily making yummy sounds as he did so.  Little Megan sat quietly and calmly in her undies on the small twin bed against the wall—mindless.  Brock licked out her mother’s pussy before positioning himself on her and entering her.  He DID turn his head to look at the little girl and the desire to bone her was more than who he was boning.
	Arching his back the young man made his thrusts rapidly clenching his ass and thoroughly enjoying himself for several minutes—Monica’s pussy wasn’t tight or snug but it was pussy so there’s that.
	When he got his nuts off he pulled out and blasted a load onto the woman’s hairless poon then sat back fondling his cock and admiring the woman he had just fucked.  Then he moved up for a titty fuck before taking Megan by the hand and laying her across her Mommy’s body.  The young man then began spanking the little girl—she was mindless and didn’t react to the swatting but regardless—it did something for Brock.  (did something for Dim, too!)
	The spanking got the young teenager hard—hard—er.  While hammering his bone he swiftly smacked the child’s ass also harder until finally slipping his spanking hand under her panties and pushing them down.  More spanking followed.
	After checking his watch, Brock Massturd put the mindless child on her own bed, removed her panties, opened her legs, and happily licked out her little young pussy.  His hands went all over the child and while he did so—Dim wondered why Monica had been tied to the bed?
	She had been gagged, too; and there was a blindfold.  The EMAD Brock was using was low-key and thusly virtually undetectable.  Businesses, schools, churches, government buildings, and private homes were using updated EMAD detectors and preventers—apartment buildings, too.  Brock’s EMAD was good for waylaying children—such as Megan, but only so-so with adults.  Brock had managed to quick mind zap Monica and Megan and didn’t have much time for frivolity.  Acting quickly he had gotten the mother/daughter into their bedroom and knowing that time was crucial and only little Megan mindless and her mother not-so-much he secured her to her bed, gagged and blindfolded her, and was satisfied that all was secure.
	The effects of the EMADs abilities affecting her mind wore off and all that remained was the EMADs ability to maintain the woman’s mind in a dull state of awareness.  Megan remained completed zombiefied and that suited Brock just fine.
	As Brock began poking and prodding Megan’s young virgin pussy the girl’s mother did began to twist and realize something was really wrong with her situation.  She was gagged and blindfolded so Brock didn’t sweat it and gave a quick thrust busting his way into the woman’s daughter.
	Dmitri couldn’t believe it.  Brock James Massturd was a “nice” boy; he played soccer, was socially liked, had not one but TWO girlfriends he was boning (and neither knew of the other); had two naughty sisters he had yet to discover, was nice looking and just generally not the type to be a user of an EMAD.
	Long steady pumps he did to Megan pulling out to hump her gash then back into her to complete the offense a couple of minutes later.  A great gusher load of sperm there was at the end; most of which filled the little girl’s pussy interior while the rest soiled her pussy’s exterior.
	What a guy!
	The boy then took a quick shower and brought a wash cloth to clean off Megan’s fresh fucked cunt.  He wanted to do more but there wasn’t time.  After wiping down Monica he took as many as eight minutes dinking with her mind using the minding device—essentially affecting the short term memory.  He then untied her, removed the gag and blindfold and crept silently out the back door, over the alley fence and away.
	Dim remained, though.  The woman sat up, groggy minded and having that “fresh fucked” feeling.  Little Monica was furiously fingering her own fresh fucked pussy knowing very well something strange had happened.
	Not to mention the fact that they were both naked.
	Suddenly, Monica saw Dmitri.
	“Who the fuck are you?” she squealed.
	“A fucking nightmare!” he answered and zapped her mind with his own EMAD.  The woman shook her head, Megan blinked her pretty eyes and screamed.  Dim slapped her face sending her into shock—then zapped her mind sending her to oblivious oblivion.  Then he took his clothes off and put his hard smoldering fuck stick into Monica’s hairless cock pleasing cunt.
	She wasn’t tight nor snug but pussy is pussy and that’s all that matters.

*

Obsession:  it’s a way of life
	She was cute—the little boy was cuter!  On a nice cool Saturday morning at a small pond, Ellen Sitteright, was in the company of a one Trent Coughmore.  They were equipped with fishing poles but “fishing” wasn’t what Ellen was out in the remote area of her neighborhood park for.  Ellen “fished” for something else not in the pond but in Trent’s pants!
	Trent was seven years young—Ellen was not.
	Trent had trimmed hair, brown; well mannered, cute as a button, and adored his babysitter, Ellen.  Ellen, in turn, adored Trent.  The boy had charm, a sweet face and between his legs a little something special Ellen adored mostly.  No mind altering device seemed to be in use—and no presence of the Strangler.  Dim, for one, was glad of that—he didn’t know how much more of the “strangling” of innocents he could take.
	Ellen tugged and tugged on Trent’s little puddling; first with her fingers and then with her lips!  The little boy just stood giggling, blushing, and enjoying the blow (suck).  Ellen enjoyed the deed, too; she caressed the boy’s ass and fully engulfed his little dick taking his hairless testicles into her mouth as well.
	This soon led to the thirteen year old girl stripping off her clothes.
	Still no EMAD in use—still no Seth Strangle present.
	Once the lovely young teen had stripped to her skin—she was even more lovely!  There was more sucking of the little boy’s dick, his balls, and caressing of his ass before she laid herself down, opened her legs, and fingered herself.  It took little encouragement to Trent to do likewise finger her—he seemed to have been previously schooled and giggled as he did so all the while.  Much to Ellen’s delight (as well as the unseen Dmitri!)
	After some fingering the young boy was easily coaxed into licking her pussy.  And it appeared that he had been schooled in that, too.  It also appeared that Ellen enjoyed it very muchly.  Very.  
	But wait!  There’s more!
	After much ado about pussy licking there was good ole fashioned fucking.
	Quite the lovely scene; seven year old Trent Coughmore humping his thirteen year old babysitter, Ellen Sitteright.  Quite the lovely scene indeed.  The naked girl lay with the naked boy laying her; she twisted this way and that, knees up, legs open, seriously enjoying getting dicked by the seven year old.
	A few days later (in a follow up) the girl was in the same place thereabouts in the company of another boy, an eight year old.  They were doing the same thing.  Days later at a boy’s home—another boy’s home, she was giving the tyke a bath while IN the bath with him!  He was six years young!
	What a girl!

	Then, there was Claudia Sangsing.  She was thirteen years young, too.  Super fine super long jet black hair; very blue, very dazzling blue eyes; very creamy skin and taller than most girls in her age group.  She was also of Chinese origin and had a single mother and college freshman sister living at home.  She wasn’t an “A” student like her just eighteen year old semi snooty sister was—in fact, she seldom got any “A’s” at all—mostly “B’s” and lots of “C’s”.
	Soccer was her life; and painting, hanging with her friends, mall shopping, and chillin’ with her family.  And in “chillin’ with her family” that entailed a private afternoon in the Mother’s bedroom where Mother “Anne”, freshman college snooty Honor Student sister Jillian, and thirteen year old Claudia sat naked.
	Anne, Jillian, and Claudia sat naked smoking pot.
	Not something that was a normal setting for a quintessential normal American family; and Jillian Marie was not entirely nude—she had a strap-on dildo!  She did!  And when Anne Marie took her final hit from the joint she was smoking and laid out opening her legs beckoning Claudia “come get some”, Jillian sized up her sister’s ass and promptly (without prompting) stepped up and eased the eight inch phallic into her sister’s pussy.
	Claudia’s mouth had completely encompassed her Mother’s cunt.
	Jillian’s “dick” completely disappeared into Claudia’s cunt.
	
	Like with Ellen Sitteright, there was no leaving the scene of the goings on in the Sangsing house.  As soon as Jillian had fucked her sister with the strap-on sufficiently so, rammed her Mother’s cunt a couple of minutes, snorted some nose candy, then—THEN laid down while her own Mother slapped on a strap-on and went into her daughter’s ass while daughter number two, Claudia, settled onto her sister’s face and SUCKED the strap-on dildo!
	Like with Ellen Sitteright—Dmitri couldn’t leave.  With Ellen, as soon as the little boy, Trent, had fucked her, gotten sucked, did a titty fuck, PEED on her pussy, Dmitri got involved and enjoyed both babysitter and babysatted.  Seemed the thing to do.
	And though Ellen craved cock—young boy cock was safe.  She HAD gotten laid by a teenage boy but no condom was in use and she feared getting knocked up.  There were girls at her junior high who were pregnant; some were ok with it while some had problems being pregnant as well as dealing with the issue on the home front.  Ellen’s parents would “freak the fuck out” if she announced to them that she was in the “family way.”  It just wouldn’t do.
	And the teenage boy she had had sex with?
	Brock Massturd.
	Small world, huh?
	Doing the horny boy loving teenager was good—sodomizing the little boy was ever better!  If the boy had been a little girl that would have been awesome!  Ellen had a superior cunt—Dim’s cock dwelled nicely in it and pumped gracefully receiving a generous helping of pleasure.  At thirteen, young Ellen had a nice body to enjoy—and Dim enjoyed it all the while caressing young Trent’s ass.

	Anne Sangsing was an interesting woman; a professional woman, business minded, no-nonsense and here she was smoking pot with her daughters, engaging in immoral sexual practices, and even snorting cocaine!  No EMAD seemed to be in use—save for Dmitri’s (and he used it!)
	Choices—decisisons!  Anne, Jillian, Claudia.  One cock, three pussies.  He decided at length for Anne to suck him while watching Jillian fuck her sister (with the dildo.)  Anne was a pretty cock sucker; he smoked a joint (one of theirs) while getting the Presidential and after a couple of minutes rammed his slobbered on cock into Claudia’s cock giving her real cock for her “first time.”
	The sensation was terrific!  Despite the strap-on plunging into her pussy “now and then” the girl had an amazing tight snatch that Dim appreciated and filled with hot liquid gooey love cream.  And there was a lot of it, too.  (and amazingly, despite the amazing load of cum on subsequent “visits and check ups on her status she never came up pregnant!)  Amazing!
	To revitalize his shagged out schlong he lay out on the bed and had Anne come sit on his face and “go down on him” while he munched out her hairless pussy.  There was some spanking, too.  Then; for added thrills, Jillian came to plunge her fuck phallic into her Mother’s asshole.
	What an afternoon!
	And Claudia was best friends with Ellen.

Triple your pleasure—triple your fun!
	Honestly, he didn’t have a thing to do with it!
	Not far from the Sitteright/Sangsing houses was the Bangerbush house.
	The Bangerbush house had a Daddy, a Mommy, and three boys with flaming red hair, freckles, and seven years young.  They were triplets!  And if one boy is a handful at seven years young—three is utterly awesome!  Thankfully there was a babysitter who could handle the boys.
	Emphasis on “handle.”
	In the bathroom, Adam, Jordan, and Bryan were naked peeing into the toilet; babysitter Stacey sat on her knees with them singing some silly childish song while caressing their naked bums.  Stacey was with her clothes on—but not for long.  After the boys had peed (and did the customary “shake”) they were hustled to the bathtub.  
	And once the boys were in the tub sloshing water about being typing seven year old boys—
	“Are you going to take a bath with us?” asked Bryan.
	“Yeah!” chirped Jordan, “Take a bath with us!”
	“Please!” begged Adam.
	What was a babysitter to do?  She smiled and began undressing…
	The girl blushed and was embarrassed—however, it wasn’t her first time being naked with the boys (nor the last!)  Once she had removed her blouse—a very nice blouse to be noted AND bra—she had the boys’ attention one-two-three.  For thirteen years young, Stacey Pokepie had a nice set of teenage titties.
	Stacey was a nice girl—very nice looking and so nice looking that she got the attention of a local magazine editor who got her to pose for ads in the magazine.  Her family was a good family who made good money in the catering business.  Hair, nails, skin, all were excellent and well taken care of.  She was an “A” student in her junior high but occasionally got a “B”, too.  She spoke well, was lighthearted and very helpful with children and was well like by all.
	With her top bare she worked on shucking her very nice jeans.
	Adam, Jordan, and Bryan had boners one-two-three.
	Stacey shucked her panties along with her jeans and had an excellent-excellent body.  Excellent.  Such a nice body!  So perfect; so well shaped in form, appearance, everything.  Dmitri doubted her farts stunk.  The naked trio in the tub were totally hers to command—Dim’s too!  She eased into the tub and more ass rubbing began.  Adam was first to get pulled right up against the girl’s chest.  The girl eyed and adored his little willy; it was three inches and came right between those pair of cantaloupe titties.
	Jordan and Bryan got their turns; each “turn” consisted of a titty fuck, ass rub, and then cock suck.  Stacey sucked each boy, sucked his nuggets, and seriously-seriously loved on him until finally she had to get out of the tub to continue her illicit activities.  She did try and get laid one-two-three in the tub but sloshed too much water.  The bathroom—like the rest of the house was fairly pristine.  Fairly.  With three rambunctious boys keeping the house immaculate was not possible.
	Laying out on the floor it was Jordon who got “laid” first.
	And while Jordan was getting laid, young Adam and Bryan looked up right to where the unseen Dmitri was standing stroking his exposed bone.  The boys saw him!  Sort of.  They were confused and befuddled not sure what they were seeing and when they tried to see harder what they thought they were seeing—they didn’t see it.
	It was some concern for worry but the boys shrugged it off and returned to playing with themselves and awaiting their turn.  Dim made slight adjustments to his mind altering device increasing the wavering but being careful of enhancing the “warble” effect to the point where it made a noise rendering him detectable.
	One after another—one-two-three—the boys got positioned (and got laid!) on the bathroom floor.  Stacey enjoyed each boy; smoothing her hand over his tight little boyish ass, a light spanking, and seriously helping him/them in the way of the fine art of fucking (getting laid.)
	After each boy had pumped a couple minutes to as long as five that boy was pulled up for another titty fuck and cock suck.  Stacey was beside herself and fingered herself making herself cum.
	‘lick her pussy.’ Dim minded to the boys.
	Stacey was in a bad way and needed superior dick—bigger cunt pleasing dick.  Dmitri had a bigger cunt pleasing dick but strangely he was kinda more attracted to the boys!
	But he nailed Stacey first before the boys.
	With Stacey he found a cunt hungry for cock.  The girl virtual orgasmed as Dim slid himself into her sex and very definitely did so when he was all the way.  More orgasms came as Dim began to pump.  And as he engaged in a long steady pump he caressed the bare ass of Adam then had Jordan come settle on the girl’s face, his little nut sac in her mouth.  Then, Dim suckled happily on the boy’s cock.

	Stacey enjoyed multiple orgasms while Dim enjoyed just one.  One was enough.  He had fucked some seriously righteous pussy before Stacey (too numerous to mention by name) but Stacey ranked right up in the top of the list.  She had been taking the boys on one-two-three in lieu of getting dick by teen cock but very muchly was interested—but would only do so with the right boy AND if that boy wrapped his wiener.
	(and the boy she would willing spread her legs for was, of course, Brock.)
	After unleashing his love into Stacey and taking as many as thirty minutes to recover it was on to the boys one-two-three.  Not much, just some fondling, ass smoothing, having one of the boys—Jordan, suck him while Adam and Bryan 69ed.  Stacey hadn’t taught the boys the art of brotherly love so Dim took it upon himself to do so.

Mud fun
	Three wee children did what wee children do when there’s muddy water about—girls and boys alike.  And the one in charge of their welfare, a one Dawn Mushsauce, happily joined in.  Like her friend, Stacey, Dawn (a BFF) was lighthearted.  She was just as pretty as Stacey but more calm in looks and more tomboyish—Stacey would never-never ever-ever get willingly into muddy water.  No way—no how.  Dawn, however, had no problem with getting dirty, muddy, and silly.
	In the backyard behind the garden tool shed of the boys’ home, a “mud pit” there was and Todd Firmshoe and his twin brother, Eric, with their year older sister, Erin.  Todd and Eric were seven years young while Erin was a year older at eight.   Splish-splash ker-PLOP!  Did the trip romp and splash in the mud making quite a mess—and they were clothed, too!
	But not for long!
	The kids were totally covered in layers of mud and muddy water; totally!
	Dawn turned the garden hose back on and began spraying the kids one-two-three; Annise, Rodney, and Charlie.  The kids squealed with delight and frolicked all about getting even muddier than they already were despite the water spray.
	“Your parent are gonna kill me!” Dawn laughed.  She tried relentlessly to spray the mud from the children but it was not happening.  
	“Ok—ok!” she giggled, “Take off your clothes!”
	The kids didn’t balk, bat an eye, make a fuss, or anything of the like and quickly hurried out of their clothes—then they were sprayed again to no avail.  Dawn sprayed the clothes as clean as possible then began wringing them out and hanging them on an old mower’s wooden handle.  While doing so she was hit by water spray from the children with the hose.
	Dawn quickly reached for the spigot handle shutting off the water then went after the children in a playful manner all over the backyard.  Thankfully, the backyard had HUGE fences, cinderblock and wooden and covered with ivy.  No houses were close enough regardless of height to peer into the backyard of the Leadbellow home so naked frolicking was A-OK.
	After corralling the naked children Dawn hustled them into the house but just to the covered porch where they were hosed down and their clothes tossed into the washer.  Then, Dawn stripped off her wet/muddy clothes adding them to the washer, too.  off to the bathroom the group went then for a shared moment in the shower.
	The kids one-two-three were used to showering/bathing together and they also were used to Dawn joining them.  No mind altering device seemed to be in use.  More frolicking in the shower with no real “touchy/feely” until after they had gotten out and were drying off.  Rodney and Charlie were used to their sister being nude with them but Dawn was only “once in awhile” so they were more awed and captivated with her.
	So was Dmitri.
	After drying and combing/brushing hair the “touchy-feely” aspect of their relationship kicked into gear.  Dawn fondled the boys AND fingered their sister.  In turn, the boys fingered Dawn and laying out on the bathroom floor amass the bath towels and bath rugs she took them on one at a time.  Rodney came on first; he fucked like a rabbit and there was really no real pleasure in the act only suffice it to say that it was the illicitness of the act being done that was sexually enticing.
	Both boys got their tallywhackers sucked—both by Dawn and their sister, Annise.  Both boys did unto Annise as they had done to Dawn.  So much giggling, so much laughing and carrying on it was not your typical sexual orgy.  The boys even double-teamed their sister!
	Dawn even licked out on Annise’s pussy!
	The boys even licked out on Dawn’s asshole!
	Dmitri even fucked Dawn!  Well, there’s that.
	It was a given—an almost “have to.”  There was no way in observing the antics of the bathroom activities to simply “walk away” and go do something else.  Dawn was hot!  Annise was a pretty girl—very-very tan (all over); long straight unstyled raven black hair, blue eyes that shined enormously and a fantastic smile that would harden any cock.
	Dawn was pretty all over; no moles or scars; a very nice firm butt, slightly furry snatch, and she had had sex with not just Rodney and Charlie but an eight year old boy she also babysat for AND a junior high biology teacher!  She was not getting good grades in the class and had passed on dissecting a frog so in lieu of getting a “D” in the class she engaged in an immoral act with the science teacher in the class and then fully immorally in his private office.  The teacher happened to be the father of the eight year old boy she was secretly (thought she was secretly) screwing with.  
 	The biology teacher, though, had secretly video taped the girl masturbating eight year old Davy, sucking him, and stripping off her clothes for him to fuck her, spank her, and in the bathroom in the bathtub PEE on her.  So when her grades in his class began to slip, refused to take part in participating in the class project of froggie dissection—there was an option.
	The “extra-credit” option posed to her was a breath taker—a video machine hooked up to a television on a metal stand (A/V) was already in the classroom as part of the classroom curriculum instruction.  After class dismissal Mr. O’Dellgronk had Dawn hang back.  He popped in the video cassette to reveal the girl’s recent activity of babysitting his seven year old son.
	Dawn nearly passed out.
	Mr. O’Dellgronk simply shut the classroom door, locked it, and put a piece of paper up in the small wire mesh window with the words TESTING IN PROGRESS  DO NOT DISTURB UNDER PENELTY OF DEATH for bothersome janitors to see.
	Once back at his desk, the not so tall, average build, thick dark brown hair, brown dress slacks, beige dress shirt w/tie, eased down into his chair and looked over the slightly frightened thirteen year old.
	“I’m sure you don’t want anyone—ANYONE to know about this.” He said flatly (and truthfully.)
	Dawn nodded; her face had lost some of that “enlightenment” she always had and was a mix of seriousness and fright.
	“We can handle this one of two ways,” the 40-something year old married man with three kids in grade school said, “my way or police way.”
	Dawn lost her breath and emotions saying “I don’t want the police!”
	Which was exactly what Mr. O’Dellgronk wanted to hear.
	On the TV, little Davy was spanking Dawn’s bare ass.  Little Davy had a little dinky but it was hard and had just been suckled—and before sexual intercourse could take place, Dawn wanted to be spanked—so Davy obliged and in his bedroom while on her hands and knees laying against his bed Davy O’Dellgronk smacked his hands as hard as he could to Dawn’s lovely-lovely ass.
	“I think that looks good.” Mr. O’Dellgronk said, “Would you mind?”
	Dawn was at a loss, confused, frightened, and busted.  She blinked her pretty-pretty eyes, clenched all over, then shrugged.  She was too confused to “get it” and turned to the man conveying “Huh?”
	Mr. O’Dellgronk took Dawn by the hand guiding her to his side; then his other hand went caressingly to her ass clad in tight form fitting designer jeans.  Dawn knew then instantly what the biology teacher wanted and it once more took her breath away.  There was a hard knot forming in the pit of her stomach.
	The biology teacher brought the teenager down across his lap, smoothed his hand all over her darling teenage ass, then smacked it.  One good not-too-hard smack, a feel into the crack, then another smack followed by one more that was a little hard.  Each smack and Dawn clenched all the tighter, twisted, and somehow managed to curb her emotions.
	Then she was stood up; the tape machine was still activated—still showing Dawn’s “activity” with O’Dellgronk’s young son (which was more spanking (this after sucking the boy’s wee-wee!))
	“Take your pants down.” said the teacher flatly.
	Dawn gulped and was in a spot.  What to do—what to do!?
	Closing her eyes she undone the fastener to her high quality jeans and pushed them down.  Then she laid down again across the man’s lap and was spanked again—and again—and again.  After the fourth smack and Dawn was really twisting, O’Dellgronk slipped his hand inside her panties and began squeezing her ass much to his delight and much to her distress.
	More to follow!