August Moone
Book 8
Chapter Sixty
Disturbing Revelations

The Strangler and Me
	The Strangler speaks!
	Horror had a face; in his short life thus far he had seen some horrors that were disturbing but didn’t keep him up at night.  Not until he had met/encountered Seth Strangle, the Strangler.  He had to make friends with the Strangler; but the prospects of that were tantamount to shaking hands with the Devil!  He was not categorically an “enemy” as such an enemy is an adversary but he was someone to be feared.  Greatly.
	He was dangerous; couldn’t be trusted; had a dark side; and was maniacal in his perception of society in the norm.  He gave little to no thought to his misdoings; there were no feelings of remorse for the 70-something strangulations he had committed (or Dmitri was aware of).  Horror had a face and it was Seth Strangle!
	But in that, Seth was also someone Dim strangely wanted to meet (but under different circumstances.)  Be that as it may, though; the Strangler invisibled himself and cast his eyes to the naked Nosejob family.
	“Nice.” he said.
	Dim couldn’t help but feel vulnerable (along with embarrassed.)  Then he was worried—the Strangler had “caught” him; snuck up on him and could have very easily waylaid him making HIM a statistic if he wanted to.  That was great cause for worry.  Just how good (or better) was Seth’s EMAD compared to Dmitri’s?
	“How long you been there?” hiding
	“Not long.” evasive
	Dim felt uneasy—and being naked made it a little more uncomfortable.
	Slowly, the visible Seth moved to look upon the naked family and a quirky little smile came to his lips as he feasted his eyes on Kari.  Dim had the girl on her stomach bent over laying on the table.  He patted her ass and then put himself up against the likewise positioned Kaitlynn.
	His thrust mood had waned, though; he patted the girl’s ass, dragged his cock up and down her crack but as for prodding her—no.  Instead, he turned to rest his own ass against the table and brought the girls’ brother to him; hugging him firstly, caressing his ass, then pushing him down to his knees…

	“Take your pick.” Dim said.
	Seth kept his eyes on Kari but then eased to the girl’s mother.  A long tense moment there seemed to be; Dim heard footsteps outside on the reddish stone walkway—it was some hours before the evening service but there was always something going on at the church.
	Seth began caressing the inside of Paulette’s thigh; Kory began sucking on Dim’s cock.  More voices, more peoples walking by—Dim figured any moment someone was going to try the door and be disruptive and spoil things.
	“We might not have much time.”
	Seth shrugged and undone his pants pushing them and his undies down.

*

Ideas don’t stay in the mind very long ‘cause they don’t like solitary confinement
	In some countries, a “fag” is a good thing to smoke; in other realms, a fag is a good thing to smoke!  Try to pick the right one—
	Fagalicious
	‘you want to suck your brother’s cock—everyday!’
	‘you want your son to fuck you—everyday!’
	‘you want your brother to fuck your ass—everyday!’
	“What are you doing?”
	“Inserting a new way of life.” Dim smiled.
	Seth thought it a little weird but bobbed his head, “Cool.”
	After “inserting the new way of life” for the Nosejob family they left them be—still naked but with the “new way of life” lingering in their frapped newly warped minds.  The two miscreants abandoned the church and scooted off to lunch—each driving in their own rides, though.
	“Soooo,” drawled Seth as the two munched on a serving of chili fries at the outside dining area of a drive-in, “what model do you have.” Being mindful not to say out loud—EMAD.
	Dmitri gave him a curious look, “Model?”
	“Mine’s an EXPM 101.” He did say so with a smirk but just a fact of matter.
	“What does that mean?” Dim asked.
	“Experimental model, one hundred one.”
	Oh.
	“It has some good features,” Seth went on, “about the same as yours I suppose.”
	Dim nodded; he couldn’t help but feel uneasy—had he known of his presence during all those strangulations?  Or just during the last few?  

	“I like the spying feature!” Dim said trying to be lighthearted.
	Seth was too serious and didn’t get it.  “Spying feature?”
	“Invisibility!” Seth whispered.
	Seth got it but it wasn’t solid.
	“Spying is the best.” Dim said.  (along with participation!)
	Seth agreed.  “Well, I’ve got a family I been spying on for awhile now.”
	“They interesting?”
	“Very.” And there was a wicked little smile on the teen’s face.

Lewd interlude before nude inter dude
	Opening scene:  semi dark bedroom; a parental bed with a parent on bed; nude man hurriedly jerking his cock straddling the parent type on the bed; tall lanky hunky teenage boy at bedside also hurriedly jerking his cock.  It was a surreal scene—especially with the three young girls at the bedside also naked.
	How young?
	Arlene at twelve; Annette at almost eleven, and Amy age seven.
	Stop me if you’ve seen this scene before—
	Daddy Darrel Uhmgoody came onto the bed, looked over his new wife of just 9 months and grinned but also displayed a seriousness tone, too.  He was well built, hunky, lean, beefy.  The man’s manly manhood was something to be in awe of and after stroking it severely for several more seconds slipped it into his wife for “first dibs.”
	The three girls stood in unreserved awe—their new daddy (of nine months) butt bare ass naked with an amazing hard-on AN D their new brother (of equally nine months) also butt bare assed naked with an also amazing hard-on right there up close and too personal.  New Daddy Darrel lay on their Mother performing sex—Arlene and Annette were not so naïve as not to know what “sex” was but they had never actually seen sex in action.  Amy, at seven, was clueless—until now.
	Darrel pumped slow—then fast; he pulled out of humped his new wife’s cunt including moving up to Titty Fuck and have the lovely dame suck him.  This was even MORE astounding and mind blowing to the three young girls.  The girls’ Mother, however, did not seem to be so opposed.  Adena, the girls’ Mother, was tied by the hands; spread out to the wooden posts of the bed.  Her legs were free; her pussy was shaven; no tats.
	She wasn’t a bad gal; a few cunt hairs under six foot, brilliant blue eyes that were transferred to her three gorgeous daughters.  Blond hair (but it had help); very nice well kept skin as well as a nice well kept body.  Only Arlene had blond hair, long, straight, unstyled.  Annette and Amy had honey brown hair but those shiny amazing blue eyes!
	After a minute or so of getting a Presidential and some face fucking, Darrel slid back down his wife’s body and reinserted his cock into her cunny and continued his effort in fucking.  His son, Grant, hammered his cock harder and faster casually eyeing his naked siblings.
	At length, Darrel came—and made a lot of noise about it, too.
	So did his new bride.
	One, two, three—Arlene, Annette, and Amy stood (nakedly) with their mouths opened wide and their beautiful eyes opened wider—but there was more to cum to make their mouths and eyes widen in awe.  Their new daddy rolled off laying on his backside and the girls couldn’t keep their eyes off of his mighty schlong.  Sperm still jutted from the piss slit—steam wafted from the shaft as well as from the woman’s pussy.  She heaved, sweated, moaned, and twisted her body; if her hands had been free she would have been furiously fingering herself.  Her pussy was in need—
	And new son, Grant, was the one to fulfill that need!

	And new son, Grant, took his place, his turn.  Sliding onto Adena, the hunky teen had a lovely body to be adored.  Had Adena had free hands she would temporarily stop friggin herself to caress the boy’s body.  Her nipples were hard and her body just couldn’t cease from twisting, tingling, and cumming.
	Grant made love for several minutes—cumming off at least twice!
	Adena came—and came—and came some more!  She was awesome!  Her womanly cunny craved cock (especially hunky teenage cock!)  She was seen power humping into her young teen stud and whispered unto him “Let my hands go!” So Grant did and she did ravaged his body with her hands and the lovemaking between the two escalated ten-fold.
	When that was done and done—
	Twelve year old Arlene crawled onto her heaving sweating mother and settled onto her face; then, new Daddy returned to position himself between his wife’s legs slipping his meaty fuck stick into her pussy humping and pumping a few strokes before pulling out, slapping/spanking the lovely poon before slapping and spanking his cock against Arlene’s face.
	THEN into the preteen’s mouth the saucey schlong went—much to the dismay of Arlene and the shock of her sisters.  Grant smoothed his hand over the girl’s ass, fingered her hole, then spanked her.  Darrel fucked his new daughter’s face, her mouth, and moved up to fuck the top of her head, too!
	Grant soon made way onto the bed where he took his own schlong and began spanking Arlene’s ass with it.  Arlene didn’t fuss too much; she was appalled at the audacity and horror of what was happening—and greatly confused by her Mother’s lack of concern.
	Some minutes later and Grant’s ass spanking cock went sailing into his sister’s asshole.  The girl clenched the bed and her Mother beneath her but could not cry out in any distress as her mouth was full of dick.  Grant made slow anal penetration, pulled out to re-spank his sister’s ass then go back into her.  This was repeated several times until his cock was fully all the way into the girl’s virgin pooter.
	Then he began to fuck and fuck hard.
	Darrel kept his cock in Arlene’s mouth until his son got his rocks off.
	Arlene cried and wept; she grabbed her ass trying to console it but her Mother held her arms still.  Daddy Darrel humped the crying girl’s face, ran his hands over her body as a whole before sitting back and playing with his very elated cock.  Grant smacked Arlene’s ass and admired his cream drizzling out of her clenching sphincter.
	“Lick it clean!” Grant said to his new mother.
	Surprisingly—she did!
	Then it was Annette’s turn.

*

Mean streak
	Ninja my dreams
	She was cute.  Her friend was cuter!  Both girls had amazing potential; and they were in the accompaniment of two boys who also had striking potential.  Days after the Uhmgoody family departure the Dmitri/Seth team descended upon a city park—perusing the possibilities.  And there were many.  Teen girls doing cheerleader routines were hard to ignore.  Girls and boys of medium teen age playing volleyball, too, were hard to pass up.
	But there was something about the Foursome; one of the girls wore a light blue overall, long reddish brown hair, glasses, and a bandana in her hair.  She was way cute with a red tee-shirt under the overalls; a nice clean face, kind of serious, all of about twelve years young.  The other girl was in a knee length skirt.  She, too, was approximately twelve but had a nice set of Beginner’s Titties.  Short bouncy dark hair, a long narrow face, almost thirteen (in four months).
	The boys weren’t so bad, either; Rocky Bangrock was thirteen and no where close to being fourteen for several months.  Short reddish hair, lots of freckles, thin build, short pants, and had good agility and dexterity as he flung himself about doing some karate.
	Jester Coxore was the other boy, he was mid way thru his twelfth year, LONG brown hair, earrings, loose clothing.  On first glance he appeared to be a girl but was actually a boy.
	The girls, Mandy Lyair and Jessie Cogswain, were also in on the karate stuff with Jessie giving onlookers a brief looksee to her crotch as she flipped and twisted about doing acrobatics which were not appropriate if one was wearing a skirt.
	Of course, there were the ever present constabulary; roaming guards in uniform and not.  A strong police presence was always present at most outdoor public places; EMAD detectors (and preventors) were heavily present, too.  Most didn’t do so much in detecting OR preventing but they were there and that helped ease the public somewhat.
	One by one; by one by one the four ninjas were misguided out of the park, down the block, around the corner, down the alley, and into a non-company company van.  Then, out of the city to a far-far away place in the nearby mountains.  By the time they arrived, Jessica (Jessie) Cogswain “had to go”.
	So did the others.
	Dim smiled—he loved this part.
	There was still plenty of daylight; the place in the mountain was serene and cool at the 7,000 foot level.  Lots of fragrant trees, birds singing, woodpeckers pecking, squirrels squirreling, and a babbling creek nearby fulfilled the serenity.  Out of the van came the Four Ninjas.
	Mandy Lyair had already wet herself.
	Rocky and Jester were seconds away from having an unfortunate accident.
	Dmitri, after clearing his throat, “Take off your skirt.”
	Jessie’s eyes widened and she took great umbrage at the command.
	The girl was anxious and in great need to pee—but in no way was she going to comply with the embarrassing and horrid command.  Well, not willingly.  Jessie blinked her eyes and felt her breath being sucked out of her.  Then,
	‘we can do this the easy way—or the extremely HARD way; which is much more painful and discomforting.’
	Jessie gulped and looked like she was constipated as she screwed up her pretty face and bent double over.
	“LEAVE HER ALONE!” yelled Rocky Bangrock.  He made a charge while Jester Coxore made a karate stance.
	Seth Strangle cocked his head, sucked in some fresh mountain air, smiled and “activated” his own Electronic Mind Altering Device lambasting the ninja boys sending Jester to the ground withering in some mind pain that he thought was real.  Rocky made his charge but Seth, being older, a little wiser, quicker, anticipating the boy’s lunge, ducked and tripped the boy then grabbed him as he fell propelling him to the side of the van.  The boy’s arms were pinned and a hard knee went to the boy’s ass.  Dim thought the sidekick was minding something to the hapless youth but what it was wasn’t clear or known to Dim.  He rolled his eyes back to the cringing Jessica.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Jessica was in great distress but paused as now the command to her had been kicked up.  
	“The longer you resist—the more pain he will suffer.”
	Jessica looked to her withering friend—then to Dim, then to the other guy pinning Rocky (who had a colorful belt in karate), then back to Dmitri.
	“You fucker!” she bitched.  Jessica Cogswain very seldom if ever cussed.
	Slowly she pulled off her fashionable top; then, pursing her lips undone her skirt zipper and pushed it down to stand in her purple panties and off-pink bra.
	Dmitri smiled as he gave her the once over—then reminded her,
	“Uh, I said ALL of your clothes—‘take off your clothes’; meaning ALL of your clothes—underwear is considered “clothes”.”
	It felt like a sucker punch to the stomach—to Jessica.
	Jester had stopped withering but lay in pissed in pants.
	Rocky tried and tried to wiggle out from being pinned by the older teenager but was unable—instead, for his efforts, he got his face plastered to the very warm skin of the off-white van.
	“Resistance is futile!” Seth seethed into the boy’s ear.
	Dim heard that—and was that a sash cord in Seth’s pants pocket?

	For her age, Jessie had some decent titties.  Apples.  Smooth creamy skin, a nice firm ass, and a virgin pussy.  Dim adored the girl’s poon, it was smooth and alluring and very-very virginal.  Dim couldn’t wait to get into it!  But first!
	“Now, (that you’re naked) go ‘head and pee.”
	At first, the almost thirteen year old started to squat.  She was nervous, a little scared, a lot pissed off, a lot embarrassed.  Dim shook his head saying “remain standing.”
	Jessie didn’t get it—not at first.
	“Oh my God!” she blurted when she did get it.  Another sucker punch; the girl nearly doubled over as she realized she had to PEE standing up and to do so while the others watched.
	Somehow she managed to keep herself in control and not break down.
	Standing almost close beside her, Mandy, did not fare as well and stood with clenched fist trembling and crying.
	“It’s gonna get a lot worse, hon,” Dim said, before it gets any better.”
	Jessie began to pee—standing up.
	Rocky and Jester stared in awe.  There wasn’t much fight in Rocky; Seth’s overpowerment and Dim’s minding gadget took care of that.  Jester had little fight to begin with despite being a karate type guy.  It was the nakedness of a girl that bamboozled the boys—totally and assuredly.
	Jessie began to pee and it was a long hard steady stream—that totally-totally had the captivation of the boys.  They had never seen a girl pee—especially one standing up!  The embarrassment level diminished some while peeing—for Jessie; immediately thereafter, though, she brought her arms before her to cover and conceal herself.
	“NO!” said Dmitri in a serious authoritive tone.
	Jessie jumped, cringed, and almost came to tears but managed not to.
	“Stand up; take off your clothes.”
	Jester Coxore couldn’t catch his breath; he had already pissed in his beige-like corduroys and wasn’t happy about it—humiliated.  The command to “stand” and get naked was even more humiliating.
	“Either do it—or—” and suddenly Mandy Lyair shrieked and fell to the ground twitching and convulsing.
	Rocky freaked out and tried to fight back the stronger teen pinning him (but was unable); Jester cried (real tears), Jessie fell to a squatting position cringing and carrying on like a frightened girl should.
	“It’s a lot easier if you do as you’re told.” Dim went on.
	Jester could hardly get a grip of himself but as he lay on the ground he kicked off his shoes in some anger but in compliance nonetheless.  Then off came his shirt followed by his pants AND underwear.
	The convulsing Mandy lay heaving on the ground but no longer in mind altering pain and discomfort.  Slowly she regained herself (sort of) and stood up.  As she followed her minding command to strip off HER clothes, Rocky relaxed and watched her with great intent.  Seth kneed the boy in the balls sending him convulsing to the ground.

	On her knees, facing Rocky’s slightly more than average thirteen year old cock, Jessie Coxswain gave up a secret—known only to Dmitri but still it was a secret no more.  Seth stood nakedly nearby masturbating heavily as he watched with some glee Jester getting a hellacious blowjob from Mandy Lyair.
	Jessie had a young cousin she often babysat for—usually free of charge, too.  The perk compensated for the lack of payment.  The “perk” was taking a bath with the young cousin; he was seven and Jessie had been bathing him since he was a wee toddler.  She had been bathing with him since he was five.  Sex came along when he was six.  Mostly it was oral; Jessie had a penchant for suckling on the young boy’s schlong and she thoroughly enjoyed having her young cousin suckling on her budding breasts as well as poking and stabbing her cock hungry cunt!
	Mandy was fingering herself in bed and recently found the pulsing action of her handheld showerhead very exciting.  Rocky and Jester were daily avid masturbators.
	Both girls, on their knees, sucked both boys—each.  Rocky got his rocks off but Jester didn’t cum for some reason.  Neither girl was too much into sucking the boys—they were not overly opposed but it was just doing so under duress.  Mandy was more appalled and a lot disgusted at the foul deed—sucking a guy’scock!  Ewewwew!
	Jessie, however, didn’t seem to mind.  It was being naked and forced into the deed that was the rub.  She also feared being raped—although, getting dicked by Rocky would be so bad and she guessed Jester wouldn’t be bad, either.  She knew, though, that the two fuckers in their midst forcing them would “get theirs”, too.
	She was right of course.  Of course!

	Although they were friends, Rocky DID want to FUCK Mandy and Jessie; mostly Jessie.  Being forced to engage in sexual activity with the girls was not so good.  But you couldn’t tell his cock that.  There was no denying his cock’s hardness.  Humping Jessie’s face was something the young boy could never imagine.  He had no idea.  It apparently felt good as the boy was grinning as much as he was in awesome awe.
	Jester, too, was likewise as his mediocre cock went up against Mandy’s face.
	Soon and Jessie was sucking Rocky’s bone; her hands on his ass as well as cupping his boyishly hairy balls.  She sucked cock almost like a pro!  Mandy was not so keen on sucking and didn’t particularly care for it, either.  She made faces, retched, and gagged but did the deed just the same.
	Following the blowjobs—
	The girls laid down on their clothes and were eaten out.
	Neither girl had been “eaten out”, licked, or slobbered on like that before.  It was quite an extraordinary event—an eye opener.  Neither boy had licked out a girl so the eye opener extended to them as well.  Dmitri stood (nakedly) stroking his cock watching the boys perform—and the naked girls wiggle and wriggle.  It was quite a scene and as the boys finally got the go ahead to “mount” and “fuck”, Dim had a pesky concern in the back of his mind:  what end would become of them?

	After the fucking—
	To say the least—Rocky and Jester wanted to FUCK more and more.  They didn’t really care for the being forced into the situation with their friends but the sensation of dicking a girl’s pussy was totally wow.  Totally!  The boys wanted to do it over and over and over again.  And being young the boys had stamina enough to do just that.  

 	After Rocky had gotten his rocks off in Jessie he did so in Mandy, too.  Jester took as many as three minutes to come to completion in Mandy’s cunt, four minutes to do likewise in Jessie.  Rocky fucked Jessie four minutes before unleashing his boyish love cream; five minutes of hard pumping to get a second cumming in Mandy.
	The girls were not so as thrilled with the devilish deed of getting laid as their counterparts.  Both girls were naughty to a point but not into actually getting laid by boys who could cum and get them pregnant.  They were curious, that was a given, but not into becoming a mother or dealing with the whole pregnancy thing.
	There was, however, no denying the feeling of getting dicked, though.
	Then,
	While the boys sat on their knees transfixed into sitting still and not getting involved in any way—Mandy slurped on Dmitri’s cock while Jessie engulfed Seth’s.  Neither girl was much into the hellish deed—and much less enthused when those sucked dicks invaded their poons.  Rocky and Jester very muchly wanted to do something and stop the rape of their friends but were held in place by some magical (electronical) force.
	Dim powerfully drilled Mandy giving hearty and healthy thrusts succumbing to an orgasm four minutes into the deed.  He lay on the heaving girl who was crying and twisting trying to decide about relinquishing her morals to the horror of being raped.  There was pleasure—pleasure she didn’t understand; but, there too, was the audacity of being kidnapped and forced into depraved acts of perversion.
	Depraved acts of perversion
	Rocky put Jessie’s ankles up on his shoulders and bent her legs back powerfully thrusting his manhood into the girl’s quim with great deliberance and delivery.  As with Mandy, Jessie wallowed between accepting her fate and accepting the intense feelings sexually or try to blot out the attack.
	When Dim got his energy back he sat up and looked over the young girl; she wasn’t bad.  A good fuck; nice developing titties, a sweet young face.  He smiled patted the girl’s thigh having her turn over.  When she did he lay on her again nestling his cock between her ass crack.  Her panties were off to one side and he took them, sniffed the crotch, and played with them for a moment invigorating his sore aching cock.
	“Raise up.” Dim told Mandy.
	Beside him, Jessie lay rolling her eyes that were all glazed and glossed over.
	Mandy raised her ass and Dim—Dim put his face between her cheeks licking her hole!  He did!  And that was followed by some preliminary fingering followed by his dick.
	Seth, after getting his nuts off did same to Jessie.

	Then came the spanking.
	Neither girl could remember the last time they had been spanked.  Dim delighted in landing his hand one after the other to Mandy’s tender lily white ass.  She twisted and arched her back, clenched her ass, and wailed some until finally the beating stopped—due to the extreme tingling sensation in her Spanker’s hands.
	Seth did same to Jessie—then, turned the girl around shoving his cock back into her mouth—his dirty foul just-pulled-from-her-asshole cock.  The girl choked, gagged, spurted, and retched horribly as the shit coated cock slammed into her mouth—it almost obliterated the fact that Rocky came up and began landing his hand to her still stinging bare ass.
	As daylight faded to evening, and Jessie Cogswain continued to nearly vomit, Dim heard a song in his head.  A kiddie song from song kiddie show (but with Dim’s own demented version replacing some of the wordage.)
	Opening scene:  some colorful guys in colorful clothes; a large colorful wall decorated with very large ornamental fruit that were “boxes” and openings where those colorful guys would open (from the other side) and stick their heads out to sing a silly song or tell a terrible joke.  A song was playing, sung by this one bloke who wore a bright yellow shirt and was the youngest member of the troupe.  To the left and right of him were his fellow members on an upraised small stage wearing electric guitars.  One wore a bright blue shirt, the other a bright red shirt.
	On the wall, one of the large fruit doors was opened revealing a slumpering “Jeff.”  Slumpering not a misspell—the bloke was “sleeping” and slumped against the wall with just his head resting on his hand—snoring, too.
	The song was sung mostly by the lead member in the yellow shirt asking a question:  “How we going to wake up Jeff?”  The fellow members would make suggestions.
	Catchy tune—“How we gonna wake up Jeff?  How we gonna to wake up Jeff?  Place your hand upon your head, maybe that’ll wake up Jeff?” to wit his mates note the slumbering slumped Jeff still sleeping and say “It didn’t work!”
	So, “How we gonna wake up Jeff?  How we gonna wake up Jeff?  Place your hands upon your hips—how we gonna wake up Jeff?”
	And again, “It didn’t work!” soooo, Yellow Shirt guy asks his invisible audience “We need suggestions on how to wake up Jeff.”
	The suggestions came in thru the air apparently—
	“How we gonna wake up Jeff?  How we gonna wake up Jeff?
	  Shove a stick up his ass—maybe that’ll wake up Jeff!” and from behind the slumbering slumped Jeff someone actually shoves a pool cue stick up Jeff’s ass.  But,
	“It didn’t work!”
	Next suggestion;
	“How we gonna wake up Jeff?  How we gonna wake up Jeff?
	  Set his balls all on fire—maybe that’ll wake up Jeff!”
	And some set his balls on fire from behind him.  It’s at this point that it is realized the colorful guys are wearing only shirts—no pants.  The mates check to see the status of their sleeping friend—
	“It didn’t work!” they so note.
	Soooo,
	“How we gonna wake up Jeff?  How we gonna wake up Jeff?
	  Put a turd upon his lips; a Dirty Sanchez will wake up Jeff!”
	And someone puts what looks like a dog turd on Jeff’s upper lip and THAT wakes him up!

	Rocky thoroughly sodomized Jessie’s stinging ass.  He didn’t really want to but did so and coated a waiting turd therein her hole.  He gave all he could give and fell away withering and steaming.  Gobs of sperm squirted out of Jessie’s hole—as well as her mouth (from Seth’s saucey freshly cleaned cock.)
	And on it went with the girls sitting out the next event.
	The next event—
	Just as twilight was upon them, the air chilling a bit, the birds and squirrels shutting up for the night, Rocky Bangrock and Jester Coxore stood facing one another.  Both boys had fucked both girls as well as dipped their wicks into the girls’ asshole.  They had spanked the girls, fingered them, suckled on their young budding titties, and harbored great desires to repeat the above.
	The boys had no idea what was in store for them.
	“Hug.” Dim said to them.
	The boys shot a hard look of dismay to Dmitri conveying “WTF!?”
	For one thing; Boys Don’t Hug.  Two:  boys don’t hug especially if they are naked.  Especially!  But the boys, under constraint, hugged.
	“Grab his ass.”
	The boys once more shot looks of horror and dismay at Dim.  Slowly and did an electronical stream of energy feed to the two standing naked youths—an uncomfortable stream of energy that strangely tantalized their cocks.  The stream of energy, from Dmitri’s Stream of Energy Transferable Device, also felt like (to the boys receiving) electrocution.
	“The longer you fail to comply (to as you’re told) the more this will hurt.”
	Gulping for air and trying hard not to cry in front of the kneeling-close-by girls the boys put their hands on the other’s ass.  Dim smiled and Seth nodded.  The boys tensed up, eyes closed trying to blot out the gayness they were encroaching on.  And despite Rocky fucking Mandy and Jessie—mouth, head, pussy, and asshole he got wood.
	Jester, too.
	Both boys stood clutching one another with their young peckers pressed hard between their tightly clenched bodies.  The pain of electrocution they had been feeling had died down—but as the next command came unto them, “KISS”, the boys received in abundance uncomfortable electrical stabs and tingling sensations all over their bodies as they refused to submit.
	So be it.
	As the boys remained standing, gripping the other’s ass, Mandy suddenly shrieked and fell withering on the ground screaming in unadulterated pain and a lot discomfort.  Jessie screamed and tried to help her friend from some unknown force and the boys broke their hold with Rocky charging Dmitri and Jester also trying to console Mandy.
	Rocky tried that karate stuff but Seth knew that stuff, too.  It didn’t matter the size so much—but the experience.  Seth had a few more years of karate and other forms of Japanese fighting and defense measures than his opponent, Rocky Bangrock.  Rocky DID manage to get in a couple of good kicks, blocks, swipes, and sweeps—but Seth also had a mind altering device with enhanced electronical damaging prowess as well.
	At the last minute, Jester leaped up and charged Dmitri who was caught off guard as he was engrossed in watching the scuffle between Seth and Rocky.  Jester grappled Dim and they went tumbling to the hard ground knocking some air out of the demented teenager, Dmitri Tsugua.
	The fight was short—Seth “bent like the wind” and power thrusted a closed hand to Rocky’s nut sac; then, grabbing said nut sac lifted and hurled the boy up against the van where he slumped to the ground in a heaving heap curling up into a fetal position clutching his balls.
	Dim, breathless, kneed Jester’s nut sac then hurled up upright and over onto his back slamming him to the ground where he had his turn at a loss of breath.  He was also rendered somewhat senseless.  Dim kicked him in the balls as a finale.
	Afterwards,
	Dim lit up a doobie; Seth declined but stood over the still cringing Rocky drinking a beer and peeing on the boy while Mandy and Jessie clutched one another crying.
	An hour later and the boys were well enough to stand.
	“Don’t do that again.” Dim warned.
	“Or only TWO of you will be leaving this area.” Seth added.
	“While the other two be tied to a tree covered in bear shit!”
	Rocky vomited.  Jester shuddered and trembled thereafter as he stood in place.  Darkness had come, the air had chilled, bats and owls were flittering about, and neither boy (or girls!) were prepared for what was next to come.
Next to come…
	With their balls still in decisive pain and anguish, Rocky and Jester once more hugged one another then rubbed their hands on the other’s ass.  Thereafter, they kissed.  Dim held off inserting any notions or ideas of ‘you like kissing your friend’ or ‘you like sucking your friend’s cock.’
	After the boys had Frenched for five minutes or so they broke their embrace.
	“On your knees.” seethed Dim who felt the stirrings of body pains and knew in hours he would seriously be aching.  Jester moved to his knees, cupping his own aching balls and facing his friend’s above average cock.  There wasn’t sufficient light so Rocky wasn’t too sure when the command 	“Suck him!” was given as to exactly WHO was doing the sucking.  The girls had been moved up to sit on their knees one on each side of Jester.  Rocky was told to keep his head up and stare straight ahead.
	As the “sucking” commenced,
	“Do you know who’s giving you head?”
	Rocky didn’t know but hoped it wasn’t Jester.
	“Rub her ass.” Dim minded to Jester (as he sat on his knees watching Mandy suck Rocky’s cock.  The boy timidly rubbed his friend’s ass, fingered her dirt chute, and got a tremendous boner as a result.  Jessica manipulated his cock with her hand—then her mouth.
	Rocky blew a wad of spunk in just under three minutes.
	Jester filled Jessica’s mouth with his jiz in a little over three minutes.
	When the bite of cold mountain air increased to the point where it even got to Dmitri and Seth the group moved back into the van.  Snack foods and drinks were served, Dim and Seth toked and drank beer—and when Seth had to pee he didn’t excuse him and go outside.  Instead, he had Jessica lay out with her legs spread and pissed directly onto her very nice preteen pussy.  He did!
	Inside the van there was light; the windows were covered by heavy dark green curtains as well as a heavy dark green curtain separating the cab from the cargo area.  The Four Ninjas stared in mind boggling awe as Seth urinated.  And when he was done—
	“Suck him.” Dim directed Mandy to do.
	The girl had a loss of breath; she shuddered, trembled, and retched but at length took the elder teen’s cock and began servicing it.  As she sat posed on her hands and knees somewhat straddling her friend, Jessie, Rocky was commanded to “lick her asshole.”
	You couldn’t have hit him with a brick upside the head and gotten no better effect.  It was more than WTF?  He checked the girl as she sucked the other captor’s cock; her form, her ass, everything.  Jessie rolled her head and looked pitifully to Rocky.
	Rocky finally just sucked it in and leaned down putting his tongue to Mandy’s exit hole.
	“Fuck him in the ass.”
	Jester lost his breath.  He blinked his eyes excessively conveying, “What the fuck did you say?” Dim made a quirky quivering little smile conveying back,
	‘fuck his hole—or suffer.’
	“Lick his hole first!” Seth said as he pumped Mandy’s mouth.
	Jester couldn’t breath.  But he complied—somewhat on his own and somewhat coerced electronically.
	When Jester had licked some minutes grossing out all but Seth and Dmitri, he fucked it.  All the while he had licked and licked his friend’s turd chute, Jessie had been fondling his still aching balls and stroking his cock.  It helped stiffen the boy’s wang and with a little determination it went sailing nicely up Rocky’s virgin pooper.

*

With friends like these…
	Banging the poon of twelve year old girls was tops!  Humping the ass of twelve (and thirteen) year old boys was also pretty rad.  Rocky and Jester, however, begged to differ.  Both boys, however, sodomized one another—repeatedly.  And luckily, for the girls, Dim “mean streak” didn’t put the girls to licking the boys’ cum laden cornholes.  Instead, they sucked the boys’ dirty dongs.
	Dim and Seth ass fucked the boys—hard.  Spanking, peeing on their holes, and ramming their rods in as hard and as fast as possible—all the while a girl counterpart sucked the boys’ cocks.	
	Rocky and Jester did get to fuck the girls—repeatedly.  Pussy, mouth, and asshole.  Spanking and peeing, Around-the-World, 69ing, Reverse Missionary, face fucking, and so on.  Dmitri enjoyed the girls—and the boys!  He deemed Mandy and Jessie equal; they had differences (which was good) and similarities.  Their faces, their breasts, body shape all made them adorable (and fuckable!)
	Dim admitted (to himself) that a thirteen year old girl would be more desirable.  Fourteen would be optimum and fifteen year old girls prime.  But twelve year old girls were remarkable.  There were incredible sensations known (and not so) when slipping his prick in and out of Mandy and Jessie.  Their young poons were just fantastic!  A blowjob, a handjob, a ball washing—those things were good.  Banging the girl(s) up the ass—that was good.  Titty fucking, spanking, peeing on their pussy, spanking, face fucking, watching them get fucked by one of the boys—both of the boys, spanking, peeing—all were good.
	But sinking his pud into their hot preteen pussy was da bomb!
	Seth seemed to delight in screwing, too; but seemed to delight more in being mean—sadistic.  Dim had no real problem with that it was just that it wasn’t his forte.  When done with Rocky, Jester, Mandy, and Jessie the frapped kids were taken to a mountain lake where they would be found later by some pot smoking enthusiasts.  The boys were tied to each other and the girls tied to each other, too—still naked.  The pot smokers, who had a pot farm growing in one of the nearby canyons, took advantage of the girls—and boys, doing likewise unto them as Dmitri and Seth had done!
	Days later and a patrolling ranger stumbled upon the group—one of the pot smokers shot the ranger but he survived and killed the shooter.  The other two pot smoking farmers gave up and the Four Ninjas were finally rescued.  No mind warping had Dim done to the Four.

The tree
	Martin Whatdididonow didn’t mind being in front of people; didn’t mind being in a school play.  The rub was, though, reciting a goofy poem in an equally goofy costume.  The poem was bad enough but the “tree” costume was too much.  And then it got worse.
	Some friends of Martin’s were waiting for him outside of the school auditorium where the play was to be performed in coming days.  The friends wanted to see him in his costume and hear the poem he was to say.
	“I don’t wanna.” He called out hiding behind the double doors.
	“Aw, come on, Martin,” cried one of his friends, “we want to see you.”
	“You’ll laugh.” Martin called back.
	“No we wont!” declared another friend.
	A moment elapsed and one of the double doors opened and out waltzed Martin Whatdididonow in the most goofiest tree costume ever.  It was a tree—there were branches and greenery, bird’s nests, apples, but it was—goofy.
	Friends present were Kim, Scott, and Kristen.
	And they laughed.
	Despite saying they wouldn’t—they did.
	And Martin bowed his head.
	And immediately the friends were sorry and apologetic for laughing at him.
	“We’re not laughing AT you, Martin,” said Kristen, “just at the costume.”
	Martin nodded, “I knew it was going to suck as soon as I seen it.”  He fussed with it trying to get out of it but needed help.  “And especially after my MOM said I looked cute in it.”
	The friends laughed again.  Then,

	“Hey, we’re all going to Pete’s,” said Kim, “come with us.”
	“I’ll buy you a slice!” said Scott trying to cheer up his friend.
	Martin shrugged and tried to brighten up a little.
	“And I’ll spot you five points on air hockey!” said Kim.
	Martin was brightening up all the more.
	The gang took off for Pete’s Pizza Palace and Arcade Emporium when Martin halted a few steps away—
	“Uh, maybe I ought to change out of this thing first.”
	“Good idea.” said Scott, “Don’t want everyone to see you in your costume before the play.”
	“So they can laugh at me early.” Added Martin; his earlier up feeling took a down turn and he scuffled back towards the school.
	The friends looked to one another.
	“I didn’t mean to make him feel bad.” Scott said apologetically.
	“We’ve got to make him feel better somehow.”
	“Somehow.”
	“I’ve got to meet my Mom before she has a cow.” Said Scott backing up and scanning the parking lot.
	“Yeah, my Dad wants to touch basis with me, too; and give me my allowance.”
	Scott and Kim struck off to their waiting parents.  Kristen stuffed her hands in her pants and sighed.  She watched as Martin struggled making his way up the steps to the auditorium and nearly fall.  She rushed to him to help.
	“I hate this thing!” Martin cried out (and he was close to tears, too.)
	“I’m really sorry we laughed.”
	Martin shrugged but didn’t say anything.  Then,
	“Can you help me get out of this thing?  My Mom helped me into it but she just left.”  It was after hours at the elementary school and just the security guards and janitors were left.
	The two made their way to the costume department where after a few struggling minutes it was discovered that Martin had only on his underwear and nothing else inside the costume.
	“I think you’re supposed to have your clothes on.” A slightly embarrassed Kristen said.
	“I thought so, too,” Martin said equally embarrassed, “but as soon as I got this stupid thing on it got awfully hot—so I took it off and my clothes, except my underwear.” The embarrassment level was beginning to sore.
	“It’s alright,” Kristen said trying to help, “I’ve got three brothers.”
	Martin didn’t get it, “What does that mean?”
	Kristen smiled, “I’ve seen them in their underwear.”
	Martin smiled; he was part Mexican, on his Dad’s side, and basic white on his Mom’s side; although she was Irish and German.  
	“I’ve never seen ANYONE in their underwear.” Martin said sounding a little dejected.  Kristen continued to help her friend out of the cumbersome costume.
	“Have you seen girls in bathing suits?”
	Martin thought, “Oh, yeah, sure I have.”
	“Well, that’s pretty close to underwear we wear.”
	Martin giggled and blushed.  “Yeah, but it not really the same.” and grinning he added, “I’ve seen girls stuff at the store when I’m with my Mom.” and “She caught me starring this one time at some underwear and called me a pervert.”
	The timid ten year old shrugged and nearly fell as he worked his feet out of the foot holes of the tree’s roots.  “I-I’m not sure what a “pervert” is but I guess it has something to do with staring at a girl’s underwear.”  Yeah, that would be it.
	“I’ve seen girls in their swim stuff—” and it was then that Kristen noticed something else about her friend.  Martin noticed it, too, and panicked.  He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move for rising in his tidy-whiteys was a pubescent boner.
	Kristen chided her young friend with a shoulder shove, “It’s alright,” she said blushing slightly, “like I said, “I’ve got three brothers” and I’ve seen it all before.”
	That helped—sort of.  But Martin’s mind was clouded with panic and he wasn’t thinking clearly.
	“Yeah, ok, b-but you’ve never seen mine—me.”
	“So you’ve never seen a girl—naked?”
	Martin’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.  He couldn’t answer but shook his head indicating NO.
	“Do you want to?”
	Now he couldn’t breathe.  His mouth fell open and his thinking came to a screeching halt.  His eyes blinked excessively and try as he might he couldn’t conjure up the image of a girl—in her underwear, swimsuit, OR naked.
	There was nothing for Martin to do but shrug NO.
	Kristen looked around then unfastened her light blue blue jeans pushing them down “just enough” to reveal her basic white panties.  She was smiling; she was ten, a few months from eleven; lots of long flowing brown hair in some style of curls; a curiously flatish face with almost no lips.  No chest, either.  But she had good body form and was a good friend.
	Martin’s eyes were glued totally onto the girl’s panties.
	“Wanna see more?”
	Martin couldn’t answer—he couldn’t breathe.
	Kristen snagged her panties and slowly pushed them down.
	When the whole of Kristen’s pussy was revealed—
	There was a slight explosion in Martin’s underwear.
	Quickly looking down the embarrassment level exceeded all others.
	“Holy shit!” he blurted.
	“What happened?” Kristen asked.
	“I-I’m not sure—it’s never done that before.  I-I think I peed!”
	He hadn’t peed.
	Kristen, not pulling her panties up, said, “Can I see it?”
	Martin was out of his mind.  He stared and stared at her, “What?”
	Kristen’s eyes were right on Martin’s arising development.
	Martin couldn’t breathe—couldn’t move—barely think.  He could, though, get a serious erection in his tidy-whiteys.  Then,
	“Y-you really want to see it?”
	“Sure.” Kristen said not holding back.
	What was a guy to do?  He had a boner, he was in his undies, and the inquisitive girl asking to see his weenie was mostly naked!  (Well, at least the good parts were)
	Slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y did Martin ease down his shorts revealing his nice ten year old cock (that had exploded.)
	“Nice.” Kristen said checking out the schlong (and noting that it was a little bit more than her own brother who was nine years.
	Martin stared at his cock and the mess it had made in his undies.
	“What the hell?” he queried.
	“My brothers’ do that all the time.” Kristen supplied.  Really?
	Martin was so stunned—by the emission in his shorts that he didn’t really realize what the girl had said.  Then, without asking, she stretched out her hand and gripped Martin’s dong with her fingers wrapping about the warm hard member.
	“You like?” 
	Martin nodded his head—oh yeah—he liked.  A lot!

	Mesmerized.  Captivated.  Frapped.  Those were only some of the words to describe Martin’s mind as his friend manipulated his cock.  With his costume off (followed by his soiled undies), Kristen herself stripped off all her clothing then returned to handling Martin’s cock.
	She worked the boy’s dick like a pro, fondled his hairless balls then—and on her own—blew his mind while blowing his cock.  It was the most beautiful thing ever!  Ever!  Again, Martin was stymied and unable to breathe, think, or anything of the like.  It was a wow factor like no other.  He had no idea (that a blowjob would be so fantastic!)  Kristen was good!
	(Kristen had experience—those three brothers of hers…)

	After fantastic blowjob—of which Martin’s cock exploded inside the blower’s mouth, Kristen continued lambasting her young friend’s mind by sitting on him.  His cock, that had just exploded inside her mouth, she nestled her pussy on and grinded-grinded-grinded her pussy on.  She sat up on the befuddled boy, giggling.  Martin giggled, too.  He was still embarrassed but getting over it.  Kristen was nice—real nice.  Especially naked!
	After some serious pussy-to-cock grinding—
	“I gotta pee!” Martin suddenly announced.
	Kristen was alright with that—she had to go pee, too.
	For some reason, the bathrooms were locked.  Martin held onto his above average cock saying “I really gotta pee!”  Taking him by the hand, the one not holding onto his dick, Kristen led him to an alcove where a water fountain used to be but was no longer there.  There, nakedly, Kristen spread her stance somewhat and commenced to peeing.
	Martin hung his mouth open having never seen a girl peeing—standing up!
	“I didn’t know you could do that!” he almost shrieked.
	Kristen giggled, blushed a little, “Well, usually we sit down but—” she enjoyed standing up to pee, too.
	Martin, although in need to pee, couldn’t.  He had a hard-on; a new hard-on.
	Kristen worked his cock—worked his cock—worked his cock.  She fondled his balls and stroked his cock—stroked his cock—stroked his cock getting it all the harder giving young Martin no clue as to if he had to pee—or cum.  Kristen took him back to where their clothes were and laid out on the gym bench seat they had been being naughty on earlier.
	This time, Kristen sat on the bench seat, folding her legs like girls do with her eyes totally glued onto Martin’s amazing hard cock a thirteen year old boy should have.  Martin stood by the bench still wavering between the need to pee and the need to have his cock explode.  Once more and Kristen toyed with his amazing pecker; wrapping her fingers about the puddling she pulled and stroked it drawing it once more to her mouth.
	Martin was total putty.
	Once more the quirky girl sucked dick—AND his testicles!
	Then, she laid out on the bench spreading her legs over the red plasdtic bench seat giving the young fellow something to gawk at.  And he did gawk.  It was at this point that the “unseen” onlooker determined that the ten year old cock sucker was NOT a virgin.  (she had three brothers!)  It was also at this point that the onlooker unseen had to give the enthralled gawking Martin some pointers.
	‘finger her!’

	Martin blinked his eyes and slowly put his finger to Kristen’s dainty fuckable fucked cunt.   A bit of quiver came to the corners of his mouth.  He liked—a lot!  Finger-finger-finger!  And Kristen liked—a lot, too!  Tommy, Eric, Toby were Kristen’s three brothers, Tommy was the oldest, Toby the youngest.  Of the three, it was Toby that Kristen fooled with most but Eric was a close second and Tommy “occasionally.”  It was, of course, Tommy, who had nailed her firstly and brought her into the world of incest.  She had been talked into sucking his cock followed by being licked out and seriously fingered.
	Her first penetrative foray was anal.  She was a mere seven years young at the time—he first oral job was at a mere five years young!  Five!  Her brother had been ten years young.  Now she was ten and Toby was five—FIVE!  No other dick was in her circle.
	Martin finished his fingering—by then his cock was spurting (exploding) again.  ‘go down on her.’ The unseen Voice said to him and then had to school him on the proper technique of pussy eating 101.  Martin was a good student but was more concerned about his exploding cock than eating at the “Y”.
	After much ado about munching, ‘time to fuck.’
	Up until now, Martin’s concept of “fucking” was limited; he had seen dogs and various farm animals “fuck” but the actual concept of people fucking was elusive.  And he didn’t care.  He was more into building things out of wood, metal, and plastic.  There was following the life cycle of butterflies; building dams at a nearby creek; playing soccer with his friends, going on day hikes into the wilderness, how high can he climb a tree before the fire department has to come get him out—that sort.
	Fucking?  Well, he was only ten…

	For a ten year old with an above average cock a ten year old should have but a thirteen year old boy should have—Martin Whatdididonow fucked well.  Kristen twisted, arched her back, gripped her young lover and thoroughly enjoyed getting dicked.  Martin’s above average cock slipped out a couple of times but he put it right back in and continued going until cumming off.
	And what a cum!
	Kristen experienced a hellacious orgasm her ownself but Martin really had an orgasm.  He had never cum so!  And amazingly still—his cock upon withdrawal was still completely hard!  Still!  Completely!  Amazing!  There was soooo much cum!  Martin was awed at what his cock had done—so was Kristen.  She had an older brother who didn’t cum as much!
	By then—Dmitri’s cock was in such an ache.  Holding off was not an option.  He gave Martin a rest and straddled the young girl on the bench sinking his also above average cock into her pussy.  It was a nice fit and Dim was pleased.
I Came, I Saw, I Came some more
	Keeping up with Seth Strangle
	Keeping up with Seth Strangle was a bit of a chore—especially under the guise of maintaining stealth.  For one thing, to ensure that stealthiness, Dim had to revamp his personal EMAD.  And in doing so it failed to respond (work) for over a week.  That sucked.  Making minute upgrades had somehow malfunctioned the whole damn thing.  Replacing this component, inserting a different liquid cooling heat sink device and after a week of being off-line it was suddenly on-line.
	Dim was pleased.  So was his cock.  But that wasn’t such a bad thing—being off-line so long.  During that week off he had worked at the warehouse, went to a ballgame with his Dad, kept to himself, and let the Strangler be himself.  Nothing in the news suggested that the Strangler had been “active”, either.
	Then,
	It was more of a test to see if the upgraded EMAD worked as well as Dim hoped and thought it would and should.  It was another week before finding his target—and once more—he was up to his old shenanigan self.

*

More seeing; more cumming
	In the cool of the desert evening that was dark this happened—
	At a new housing tract at the edge of town in a new house, teenager Carrie Anne sat bolt upright in her bed startled by a sound.  Holding her breath she cocked her head wondering if it was her sister she shared her bedroom with or something else.
	It was something else.
	Suddenly, someone she didn’t know was at her with a blade of some kind at her throat.
	“Stand up.” A harsh voice whispered to her.  There was little light in the room; a night light by the door and natural light from the now opened sliding patio door—that wasn’t locked!  Carrie Anne could hear her heart beating; the only other noise in the shared bedroom was the air conditioner.
	Normally, Carrie Anne and her sister, Mary Ellen, had their own room but Mary Ellen’s room was in a bit of a disaster with other room furniture stuffed into it, new wallpaper, and a broken window due to an accident.  So for the time being she shared the bedroom with her one and only older sister.
	Carrie Anne stood up and the blade pressed harder to her throat.
	“Call for your sister.” The harsh voice said.
	For a moment, Carrie Anne could hardly speak.  Then,
	“Mary Ellen!”
	It took two more callings before the twelve year old sibling was startled to an awakened state.  She rubbed her eyes and was disoriented having been in the new house only a short while she hadn’t gotten used to the bedroom just yet.  A moment was needed, too, for her young bleary eyes to adjust to the low light.  Then she gasped.
	The stranger behind Carrie Anne warned her with a finger to his lips shushing her.  Carrie Anne was greatly frightened and greatly in peril.
	“Come here.” demanded the stranger.
	Mary Ellen didn’t move and so the Stranger drew the blade just so against Carrie Anne’s throat.  It was too dark for Mary Ellen to see so,
	“Tell her.” whispered harshly the Stranger.
	“He’s cutting me!”
	Mary Ellen began to cry, cringe, and remain where she was.
	“Either get your ass over here or I slit her throat!” growled the man.
	Mary Ellen finally moved but it wasn’t easy.
	On a second thought,
	“Stuff a pillow at the door.”
	Mary Ellen did as told, weeping and trembling all the while.
	Then, shielding his eyes, “Turn on the light.”
	Mary Ellen switched on the bedroom light which only turned on the bedside table lamps on the nightstands.  Not bright but giving enough light to see clearly and distinctly.  Mary Ellen then saw the blood trickling on her sister’s throat and immediately began to wail.
	The Stranger, the Strangler, sighed, shook his head, then let go Carrie Anne’s hand he had been pinning behind her warning her, “If you move an inch I will slit you where you stand,” then, “and as your life ebbs away I’ll do your sister, too!” this didn’t help—Carrie Anne, fourteen years young, began to weep and wail, too.
	Seth brought up his mind altering device, activated it, and tried to console the Lipscurl girls.  Their emotions were out of control and disruptive to his plans.  As he brought the girls down to a more pleasant “follow my commands” state of being—
	“You there?”
	Dim sighed—to himself.  He made no move, no indication of his presence.  The EMAD of Seth Strangle’s had detected him—possibly.  Dim realized that he could do the same as the mind altering device picked out brain wave patterns to manipulate them.  Dim had assured Seth that he wouldn’t use his minding device against him.  Seth, however, hadn’t given that assurance back.

	What to do—what to do.
	Give himself away or maintain stealth?
	Seth was dangerous—neurotic or psychotic or a combo of both.
	A minute—two minutes—three minutes elapsed.  Dim could wait—he hoped.  Seth was in the middle of something—and after another two minutes and nothing from the unseen Dmitri,
	“Reach up under and take her panties off.”
	Mary Ellen blinked her eyes, cocked her head, and knew the command from the Stranger wasn’t right, but she “reached” up under the powder blue nightgown of her sister and pulled down the panties.  Carrie Anne stepped out of the garment and Seth began caressing the girl’s now bare ass.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Mary Ellen once more blinked her eyes, cocked her pretty head, thought a moment then pushed down her yellow pajama bottoms followed by the matching top.  She then halted a moment then followed thru pushing down her green panties.  The Stranger smiled and the unseen Dmitri “got wood.”
	With the knife still at Carrie Anne’s throat—
	“Come here.”
	Mary Ellen nakedly approached and was further commanded to take off her sister’s nightgown.  Seth smoothed his hands all over the teen’s body, specifically her pussy and then her beautiful breasts.  Then,
	“Take my dick out.”
	Although her emotions had been curbed, Mary Ellen still found the command a little off.  Regardless, she fished out Seth’s schlong and following further commands—“worked it.”  The cock was already stiff and seeping spunk; Mary Ellen rubbed the hard dick all over her sister’s ass as well as up and down the crack before next command perplexed her good.
	“SUCK IT!”
	A minute came and went before the sweet twelve year old with lovely brown hair, brown eyes, virgin pussy, took the Stranger’s member into her mouth and while her parents were sleeping just down the hall sucked-sucked-sucked.  Seth held Carrie Anne hard against him with one hand holding the knife to her throat and the other running fingers thru her sister’s hair.
	“Lay down,” the Strangling Strange Stranger commanded (of Mary Ellen.)
	The timid girl who was about mindless, sucked at sports involving anything with a “ball”, laid down on the floor and began fingering herself (as per further command of the Stranger.
	“Bend over.” The knife was removed from Carrie Anne’s throat and placed in its sheath.  The knife was no longer needed.  Carrie Anne bent over, spread her stance some, placed her hands on her knees and—
	Got her first rim job.
	Seth moved to his knees, parted the girl’s cheeks and applied his tongue to her dirt chute rim.  Mary Ellen lay on the floor and the unseen Dmitri could see himself boning her.  But giving himself away to Seth Strangle just didn’t seem wise.  He didn’t know why but the elder teenager creeped him out.
	A strong determined virgin rim hole was no match for a strong determined cock.  Carrie Anne’s eyes bulged as the mighty 19yr old’s schlong invaded her asshole.  Dim was hard pressed to keep himself to himself—he wanted to join in so bad—why he had come to spy on Seth he didn’t know.  What was he (Dim) to do if Seth followed his usual MO?  Dim had been privy to the previous strangulations and had not intervened.  And there were a few of those where he really-really wished he would have.
	There were upgrades to Dim’s EMAD—were they good enough to sway Seth’s demented mind?  If not, could he somehow overcome Seth’s wrath.  Would Seth use HIS EMAD against him?  Would Seth make Dim a statistic?  They weren’t really “friend-friend” but close counts.  
	In the end—Dim decided to keep to himself.  Safer that way.
	Seth went several minutes sodomizing Carrie Anne; while he did so he had the girl put her mouth to her sister’s cunt.  After pulling out of the girl’s hole he wiped his cock off on her panties then plunged into her pussy—finding it not so virginal as it was supposed to be.  Of course, she was fourteen…

	After a five minute fucking of Carrie Anne’s pussy, Seth finally got his rocks off.  Pulling out and the young man nearly collapsed.  Dim didn’t know how much longer he could keep maintaining unseen mode—very muchly did he want to get involved (if only to possibly prevent the girls from becoming Strangling Statistic #’s70 and 71.
	A little ass slapping with his cock to Carrie Anne’s ass then he was on to Mary Ellen.  Seth DID look over his shoulder saying “Enjoying the show?” he was not talking to Carrie Anne.  Dim remained frozen and unseen—but he knew he wasn’t fooling The Strangler.
	Mary Ellen wasn’t a virgin—Dim could tell that when she was laying down fingering herself.  Carrie Anne wasn’t one, either.  There was no prying into their minds to find out what (or who) was going on regarding their non-virginity status, Dim was having much to do just maintaining invisibility status.  Dim assumed that the wavering power the EMAD used to warp the air about him and thusly disguise him from sight was probably detectable by Seth’s EMAD.

	When done with Mary Ellen—Seth Strangle sat back cocking his head apparently in thought.  The hour was late, just after midnight.  It was thirty-five minutes after the hour and was thirty minutes more before the young man stood up, zipped up, and left the way he had come—thru the open patio door of the girls’ bedroom.
	Dim remained as he was—frozen solid and “invisible.”
	He waited—and waited—and waited some more.  At 1:45AM he released the power of the EMAD that kept him invisible.  That freed up lots of energy and gave the little nifty gadget device a power energy break.  But still he maintained himself where he had been hiding—the lights of the room were still on.
	Very-very slowly did he manipulate Carrie Anne via the powered down EMAD to turn the lights off.  Closing his eyes while she did so helped in the adjustment phase so when he opened them again he could see pretty well—as well as seeing just in time Seth Strangle scrambling over the backyard fence!
	The bugger had been waiting!
	Did he know Dim had been in the room?  Did he know, from outside waiting, that Dim was no longer unseen?  Dim didn’t look forward to their next meeting—questions were sure to come up and a wrong answer could foul their relationship.
	Seth Strangle was dangerous.  A liability.
	But so far, Carrie Anne and her sister, Mary Ellen, were not #’s 70 & 71!

	Dim, of course, took his own turn with the girls—sloppy seconds were ok.  Not preferred, but ok.  He went to Mary Ellen first and while dicking her trench discovered that her sister was willingly having sexual relations with Mary Ellen’s best friend’s twin brother—who was also twelve!
	Dim got off in Mary Ellen’s pussy; he spent a few minutes lingering, loving on the girl’s budding breasts, cupping her ass, kissing on her and fully jutting all of his love cream into her poon before going on to the older girl.
	Some fingering was necessary—to get his johnson hard again.  Some ass slapping, gouging, and mind probing helped, too.  Of the mind probing, Dim found Carrie Anne was not only spreading her legs for her sister’s best friend’s twin twelve year old brother but her Dad’s best friend, too!  OH!  That happened ‘cause Carrie Anne was caught having sex with the man’s thirteen year old son.  She was also scewing—being screwed by her junior high math teacher!  She was no longer failing math but getting all “A’s”!
	Dim filled Carrie Anne’s pussy and asshole with his love cream then sent the two to shower together.  He himself was in need of a shower but he slipped out the bedroom and scaled the fence—finding Seth Strangle waiting for him.

*

The damnedest things happen when you use an electronic device
	“Hi there!” beamed Dmitri, “Fancy meeting you here!”
	Seth tugged on a doobie and seemed nonchalant about his business.
	“Enjoy the show?” he almost sarcastically smirked.
	Busted!
	Dim was at a loss for words.  What could he say?  Nothing.
	He sighed and tried not to look “busted” or dejected OR at the ground in embarrassment from being busted.
	“Cute kid.” Seth said offering the joint to Dim.
	Dim returned the mostly smoked joint back wondering the next step.
	“See ya around.” said Seth—and just like that he was gone in the night.

*

	Befuddled, stymied, frapped, lambasted, Dmitri Tsugua aimlessly wandered homeward.  It had been a helluva night—hopefully The Strangler would not return to the Lipscurl house and “do that thing he do” so well.  Deep regret began to burden Dim—what reasoning Seth had for using his sash cord on all those 70-plus victims?  And what reasoning did Dim have for not intervening?  He feared, for one, that his mind altering device would not be as good as The Strangler’s.
	Dim began shuffle homeward.
	Not quite almost halfway there and—
	He heard sounds similar to mailbox bashing.  Having nothing better to do at three o’clock on a Saturday morning he moseyed to the direction of the sounds.  There he found half the block of Summerset Way with bashed mailbox; and those boxes that were embedded in brick stands instead—were pissed in and/or filled with fresh dog (or human) feces.
	The miscreants responsible for the street destruction had temporarily halted their early morning activities as they confronted a lone stranger making his way home.  Seth!
	Five boys, fifteen-seventeen years young; one black, one Mexican, one Asian; the other two reprobates were long haired scoundrels and all were bearing baseball bats.  Slowly the boys began to surround The Strangler.
	“Well looky what we got here, boys,” said the tallest one, the leader, “a genuine walking turd!”
	Seth held his ground; he was about even height with the leader but maybe had a bit more weight—but not as much pissed offedness.

	Suddenly,
	Dmitri came up to join the pending fracas, standing at shoulder with Seth.
	“Nice night.” Dim said handing over a 9-iron club appropriated from a pick-up just down the street.  Dim himself had a 3-wood.
	“Who the fuck are you!?” bitched the other white boy.
	“A nightmare.” Dim said back flatly and as menacingly as possible.
	Seth grinned.  The troublemaking mailbox bashing boys all seemed agitated and itching for a throw down.  Dim and Seth were only too happy to oblige.  The Mexican youth was the first to charge swinging his baseball bat as he did so.  The other white boy charged nextly followed by the others.
	Dim took a hit to an upraised arm and a power swing to the stomach from a second attacker narrowly missing a strike to his balls.  Another swing struck his backside—but that was all the attackers managed as Dim’s 3-wood fairway club seriously did damage to the short white boy’s shin; the club head broke the jaw of the black boy and a backswing put down the short white boy with a hard smack to his balls.  As that boy sat on his knees heaving, Dim swung as hard as he could landing the club upside the boy’s head taking him out of the game entirely.
	Seth did well with the others taking a few hits and smacks himself.
	In the end, the five miscreant mailbox bashing bandits lay strewn out on Summerset Way’s pavement heaving, bleeding, and unconscious.  Dim seriously had hurtie-owies.  Baseball bats were pretty damn hard wood, too.  He got one in the shin, stomach, back, and arm.  He stood on weak knees and legs trying to save face and show Seth that he was good.
	Seth didn’t show any signs of being in torment but Dim knew he had to be.
	A swift hard kick to the leader’s balls from Dim and he was done.
	Seth, however, “I aint done with these fuckers.”
	“Whattya got in mind?”
	Seth smiled—a Devil’s smile.

	“Take off your clothes.”
	“WHAT!?” almost screeched Andy Bethatway, the seventeen year old high school drop out, leader of the Summerset Way Foolheartys.
	“Take off your fucking clothes or we beat the shit out of you some more!”
	Seth held his mind altering device secretly in his hand while Dmitri made the demands.  The boys’ baseball bats had been collected and the miscreant bunch was in no shape to defend, attack, or do anything but bleed and feel immense pain and lots of discomfort.
	Andy B didn’t know what business it was to take his clothes off but he did so.  He was badly beaten, cut lip, fat ears, broken nose, bleeding all over and bruised everywhere else.  He could barely walk and had blurred vision.
	Brad Coldplain had a swollen eye, broken teeth, possibly rupture balls.
	Cadillac Dropwell had lost temporary consciousness; he cried for his momma, had pissed AND shit himself, and could scarcely breath.  But not wanting to be beaten into a pulp (anymore than he already was) he stripped off his clothes and lay naked on the warm street—bleeding.
	Soiling the pavement, too, was the Mexican youth, the youngest of the Summerset Way Foolheartys, David Coinandez.  Both his shins and knees had been thoroughly bashed; Seth’s club had bashed the side of his head and then the front of his face breaking his front teeth out.  The boy couldn’t move to undress so in fear of more severe beating, Brad and Andy stripped the boy’s clothes off.
	Elan Wangtough had tried some Asian shit; karate and such but Seth did a simple “sweep” knocking the fifteen year old Chinese-Korean/Hawaiian-American to the roadbed where Seth then club him “upside the head” as if striking a golf ball sending it down the green.
	Once the boys were naked, their clothes were shoved into the nearby sewer opening.  Then, nakedly, they were directed to the nearby park at the of the street.  The boys staggered, crawled, begged for mercy, cried, and stumbled their way to the park where their torment was only beginning.

 	At about the middle of Summerset Park where it was only illuminated at the 3AM hour by natural light; Andy Bethatway, Brad Coldplain, Cadillac Dropwell, David Coinandez, and Elan Wangtough bled, vomited, moaned, and waited their pending fate.
	Dmitri barely had to use his electronic device; his directive and warning if said directive not followed put the boys of Summerset Way into positions—positions they never thought they would do.  The black youth, Cadillac Dropwell, wiped himself on the grass.  He was only partly embarrassed; his beaten battered body overtook the humiliation of shitting himself.
	For Andy Bethatway, he sat on the bench of a picnic table, legs open, partly (and mostly) delirious with a head concussion and numerous welts, abrasions, bruises, and sprains.  One of Andy’s flunkies, Elan, sucked his dick.
	“Suck his dick.” Dim said without using the EMAD.
	“AND his balls!” Seth added.
	Dim chuckled—the chuckling helped soothe over some of the pains of his body.  A long-long soak in the tub was due.  His mind was cluttered with mismatched thoughts; how would it be if he hadn’t come along?  Would Seth have the ability to fend off Andy and his boys?  Would the morning find Seth a statistic on the pavement?  Would investigators finally find out Seth Strangle was The Strangler?

	
	Andy didn’t get much of a hard-on despite Elan’s desperate attempt of cock sucking him.  And despite being black, Cadillac didn’t have the stereotypical “big dick” associated with African-Americans.  Regardless, he beat his averaged sized meat stick against the Mexican’s ass to get it sufficiently hard then shoved it up into the youth’s hole.
	“Fuck until you cum!” demanded Dim.
	Short statured Brad Coldplain grunted as Seth shoved the #9 club into his ass.  Dim thought thereafter Seth would properly sodomize him—but The Strangler continued shoving the club handle inward—and inward—and inward.
	After a time, Andy sodomized Cadillac; Cadillac jacked off onto David’s balls and Elan—sucked ‘em clean.  Elan licked Cadillac’s asshole—then fucked it.  David jerked off onto Andy’s balls—then sucked them clean them himself.  Andy fucked Cadillac, David, and Elan; and on and on it went until the skies surrounding them began to lighten.
	By that time, the 9-iron in Brad’s ass had gone as far as it was going to go without puncturing his bowel.  Seth then pulled the club out and shoved the soiled handle into the teen’s mouth.  It was pretty gross and Dim had a hard time keeping himself from vomiting.
	As daylight began to encroach, Dim put the boys into sodomizing their illustrious leader, Andy.  Afterwards, Brad, with the 9-iron removed from his mouth, licked his leader’s asshole.
	Elan had a little more fight in him and rushed Seth.
	Cadillac tried—but stumbled and crashed into Dim who promptly smacked him upside the head with the 3-wood sending him cartwheeling; David came charging at the same time and crashed into the cartwheeling Cadillac.  Dim made a slice to David’s nut sac putting the charging youth out of commission.
	Andy made a play, too; charging Seth.  He came with great intent and enthusiasm and even some willpower; but his motivation was only part as his body was already bruised and well battered.  Seth took the tackle but spun sending the high school dropout to the ground landing on his back with a hard plop.  As he lay with his legs splayed trying to recover—Seth swung his club to the boy’s balls.
	“I think we’ve played thru enough.” Seth said as he straddled the befuddled Andy.  Dim, still trying to keep his stomach at ease, watched as he flopped his penis out, waggled it, then began urinating onto the broken battered body of would be thug Andy Bethatway.
		Then, with a sigh, Seth stepped away and walked out of the park.
	Dim stood a moment—the air was soiled with the smell of blood, shit, and lifelessness.  He wanted to go home—so he did.

*

My son, the whore
	 Frank discovered that his son, Sonny, was not quite like other boys—especially when finding his standing naked in his room with another boy who was also naked.  Frank, though, was not upset but just concerned.  His son was merely twelve and Frank thought that was a bit too young to be traipsing on the side of gaydom.
	“Are you sure you’re gay?” he asked of his son.
	“Yeah, I-I guess so.”
	Thankfully, Frank was an understanding kind of guy and not a hard ass.
	“You and Kyle (the other boy) fool around?”
	It was embarrassing but Sonny nodded.
	Being blunt, “Do you do each other—up the ass?”
	Sonny blushed and wouldn’t look his Father in the eye.  Their conversation took place in the family living room—the only family being Sonny and his Father, Frank.  Frank had to warn his son about using “protection” and not to just go shoving his willy up any ole hole.
	“And, uhm, oral—you two give oral pleasure?”
	Sonny wasn’t sure what “oral pleasure” referred to.
	“Head,” an exasperated Frank said realizing beating around the bush wasn’t cutting it, “you two suck each other?”
	“Jeeze, Dad!” it was more embarrassing the line of questioning than it was being caught naked in his room with his naked friend/lover.
	“Ok, ok—sorry, I-I just want to make sure.”
	“Sure—what?’
	“That you’re that way.” Frank somehow felt responsible for his son’s lean toward homosexuality—with no woman in the house the lack of feminine influence could pose a factor.  Could; or it could be just that good ole Sonny was a flaming homo.
	But, to ensure himself, and his son, that the homosexual life was the lifestyle Sonny wanted to pursue was on the up and up, Jennifer Kauseimgoode came into being.  And Jennifer Kauseimgoode came into being because Frank Fagalicious had himself an Electronic Mind Altering Device appropriated from the confines of the downtown police department’s evidence locker room—where he worked as a supervisor.  Convenient!
	Jennifer was “acquired” from a movie theatre.  It was risky, security cameras, roaming security—clothed and plain, zillions of peoples out to see the latest “Robot Bunnies vs. Teenage Mutant Zombies” sequel.  There were zillions of possible Subjects; Jennifer was acquired for no particular particulars.
	Sonny was speechless to say the least.  He couldn’t believe what his Dad had done; for quite some time—since the advent of the mind altering devices came onto the scene, Frank had talked and talked and did nothing but talk about EMADs and strangers.  And now—now here he was USING one!  He had out and out kidnapped a young girl—for the soul purposes of seeing if for sure whether or not his son was gay!
	They returned home and Jennifer was brought to Sonny’s bedroom.  The curtains were drawn and only the bedside table lamp on low giving a soft light to the messy boy boy’s room.  Frank sighed.  Sonny was confused—but curious.  Jennifer?  Mindless.
	She was a pretty girl, plain with not a lot of boobge.  There was form, a nice butt, a nice smile, great potential.  Long straight honey brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, soft creamy skin.  A little taller than most girls and an inch or so taller than Sonny himself.
	“Soooo, what now?” Sonny asked not knowing.
	Frank had to mull it over; so far, after zapping the young girl’s mind, she had followed thru with being escorted to the car, out of the car, into the house.  Accordingly, some EMADs had the ability to enslave the Subject’s mind—making them undress themselves and perform sexually in various degrading and illicit acts of perversion to suit the operator of the electronic device.
	Frank’s EMAD was a basic model and he wasn’t sure of its abilities.  Frank wasn’t all that keen on the prime operation of said electronic device currently warm in his hand.  He sighed again and spoke softly to the onboard microphone—
	“Take off your clothes.” Simple enough.
	For a moment, nothing.  Jennifer stood absolutely still, not batting an eye or anything—just breathing.  Then, her hands moved and did so begin unbuttoning her light-light blue shirt with dainty blue flowers running in vertical rows.  The shirt undone she held the garment a moment then dropped it.
	Sonny stood eyeing the girl as she stood quietly in her powder blue bra.
	Small-small apples bobbed on her chest—but she was a twelve year old white girl, too!  Half a minute later and the bra was unhooked and also dropped to the floor.  Sonny gulped for air and couldn’t keep his mouth closed.
	Frank sighed again—he and his fellow officers of the city had arrested perverts for just such a thing as he was doing.  But he wasn’t doing it for himself or for any perverted reasoning atypical to Users of EMADs; he was testing his son to see if he was really/truly gay-gay-gay.
	The girl wore nice semi tight light blue jeans.  Blue panties, too (and blue ankle socks!)  Sonny had a hard time breathing—so did his Father.  Both licked their lips and sported serious boners.  Frank had no idea watching a girl undress before him would be so tantalizing!
	Frank directed the girl to lay down on Sonny’s bed.  Mindlessly, the girl complied.  Sonny was in agony.  He gouged his aching cock—he had never seen a naked girl before.  What Frank’s thought were exactly were unknown—he stood in utter to awesome awe.  The unseen Dmitri Tsugua was thinking—‘if she were thirteen, fourteen—even fifteen, she’d be a piece of dynamite!’
	Laid out on the bed and both Father and Son were just as mindless as the hapless girl.  Frank breathed hard—Sonny breathed harder.  Neither moved.  Dim waited—and waited—and wanted to fuck the girl himself.  But he waited—and waited—and then waited some more.
	Finally, some many minutes of waiting later and—
	“Well, uh, go ahead son.”
	To wit his frapped son said,
	“What?”
	There was a pause as Frank gathered his thoughts; his brow furrowed and he couldn’t believe his son’s question—there was a naked mindless girl on his bed and he asks “What?”
	“Take off your clothes, son, have at her.”
	And although Sonny had been naked in his Father’s presence before somehow this time seemed different and very embarrassing.  Dim decided to intervene and “help out”—if only to speed things up.
	‘take off your clothes!’ stupid.
	Slowly and did Sonny pull off his shirt, kick off his shoes, and shuck both his pants and underwear.  His cock was raging hard and for twelve years he wasn’t a bad looking boy; some boys in his age group were “frail” looking, skinny to slender, or pudgy and “big boned.”  Sonny was a good looking boy—‘specially naked!
	‘jump her bones!’ Dim minded electronically.  Sonny didn’t get the term.  Dim continued to school the boy—putting him onto the bed, spreading the girl’s legs, and “going down” on her.  His first up close and personal look at a girl’s cunt; also, his first eating out of a girl’s cunt.
	Sonny’s best friend, the naked other naked youth caught in his bedroom, enjoyed bobbing on the knob; fondling one another, hugging, kissing, and cock fighting.  Shoving their fuck sticks up each other’s ass was also a joy and there was an occasional discussion about doing same to girls—however, neither had given much thought to fucking a girl proper.
	Licking out a girl’s cunt seemed to be alright.  Sonny’s pud began to drip sperm.  Dim’s view was from directly behind the boy and he was hard pressed to keep himself from boning the boy right then and there—while his horny Dad watched!
	Hmmmm
	‘say, Frank, got a feeling (in your loins) to FUCK your son?’
	No, not really—he had never given thought to FUCKING his son or doing anything sexually with him.
	Ok, ‘what about the girl—would you like to FUCK her?’
	That was different.  He hadn’t earlier, initially when acquiring her.  She was just for the sole purposes of seeing if his son was really gay or going thru a stage or something.  Now, laying naked on the bed—
	Well, it had been a while since last he had been properly laid.  So what if it was a mindless electronically zapped twelve year old girl!?  As his son finished licking out Jennifer’s cunt and moved up instinctively sliding in his throbbing hard erection—Frank stripped off own clothes finding that he, too, had “creamed his jeans” so to speak (his underwear specifically.)
	By the pumping action from Sonny it was apparent that he enjoyed sinking his gay cock into Jennifer’s pussy.  The pumped slowly in the beginning getting his schlong coated in the girl’s cherry juice, his balls, too.  Dim ensured himself that he was “unseen” to the two and came onto the bed caressing Sonny’s pumping humping sweaty ass all the while he hammered his aching cock.
	Sonny went at it like he knew how—and it wasn’t that much different than slamming his best friend’s backdoor than slamming Jennifer’s front door.  There was a slight difference; there was some serious similarities resulting in a few minutes time some serious ejaculations.
	Jennifer breathed hard, sweated, but remained steadfastly oblivious to being raped.  Sonny languished on the girl for a few minutes; mawing her breasts, and grinding his aching cum squirter against the girl’s cum soaked pussy.  Dim narrowly missed being “touched” by Frank as he put his hand to his son’s ass.  Dim was ready to fuck, Sonny, Jennifer, someone.  He moved just out of reach and though he could have done something (electronically speaking) to halt Frank’s advancement—his advancement onto prime positioning on Jennifer!
	Dim wanted that position.
	But he would wait and let the man “get his” dibs.
	
	*Little Johnny comes home from school and goes to his Mom.
	  “Mommy, what’s the difference between Pussy and Bitch?”
	  Not too shocked by her young son’s question she calmly replied,
	  “A Pussy is a kitty kat and a Bitch is a female dog.”
	Little Johnny didn’t buy it and went to his Dad who was in the garage.
	“Daddy, I’ve been hearing some stuff at school, words I’m not sure of.  I asked Mom but I think she was handing me a line.  What’s a Pussy and a Bitch?”
	Dad smiled and pulled out of a hiding place a nudy magazine and selected a lovely young naked woman and circled her furry vagina.
	“Everything inside the circle, my boy, is a Pussy!”
	“So what’s a Bitch?”
	“Everything outside the circle!” his dad said dryly.

And then…
	Frank lay on his backside totally frapped.  His mind was useless and “out of order.”  He had fucked a twelve year old girl!  He was a cop!  He had personally arrested people for doing such a thing AND seen them sent away for YEARS!  
	‘go take a shower.’ Dim said not wanting to disturb the two horndogs.
	And Father with Son maneuvered themselves to the bathroom AND – AND showered together!  Together!  Awesome!  Dim brought Jennifer to the other bathroom in the hall and washed her off before laying her out on the floor and boning her himself.  Sloppy seconds was one thing but sloppy thirds?  Ewewew
	Afterwards, Dim slipped into the master bathroom finding young Sonny on his knees in the shower sucking off his Father’s cock!  He did!  He was!  And Father Frank didn’t seem to mind—he seemed to relish in and Dmitri didn’t have a damn thing to do with it!
	And after the sucking, Sonny turned himself and around and promptly got buggered up the ass!  Dim was awed.  Well, maybe dear old dad was a little gay himself.   And hey, was that Frank’s EMAD covertly in his right hand?

*

There IS something about Mary
	For his Dad’s birthday, Dmitri bought him a new pickup; for his Mom’s birthday a month later she got a trip to Hawaii including taking some of her friends.  A new big screen television was bought for the house, a new refrigerator and dishwasher also came along—life at the warehouse was good!
	School was over for the time being, it was Summer and that meant more hours for Dmitri (at the warehouse.)  Little playtime—a lot less of Seth Strangle encounters.  A birthday for Dim himself had come; his family threw him a small party and his friends threw him a bigger one.  Some weeks had it been since he had been with the Father and Son, Frank and Sonny.  The EMAD had been locked away in a secret compartment—put at rest for a while.  His dick needed a vacation.  He fully planned on backtracking to see how Frank and Sonny were doing, he also wanted to check on how Wo Phat and Po Sim; and WHOA!, that Po Sim is fat! was doing with his Alphabet List (of girls to fuck.)
	In the meantime; Rhonda Greatmouse.

	She wasn’t exactly a “girlfriend” but they hung out, went places with their social group, occasionally held hands and made like “girlfriend/boyfriend” but weren’t.  She was a year younger, incredible flaming red hair in serious kinky curls—but the girl herself was not—WAS NOT kinky in any way.  In any way.  She was short on height, slim body, had a black (African-American) grandfather, incredible blue eyes, a sweet smile, and a joy to be with.
	Dim and Rhonda didn’t “date” but hung out—with their peers; movies, mini golfing, park activities, beach activities, school functions involving sports or plays or concerts—that sort.  She was a joy to be with and with her—Dim did no hanky (or panky!) with her!
	He was banging her Mom, though.
	And speaking of Mom banging—
	Dim became aware of English teacher, Terry Redasmoondust, engaging in extracurricular activities.  Dim had taken Mr. R’s class; basic English, writing, creative writing but wasn’t into the other classes the career instructor was involved in—Speech & Debate.  The Speech and Debate class went to other schools giving speeches that were Humorous, Serious, Persuasive, Informative, or Debative.  Dim wasn’t into any of that shit—but took interest after seeing some interesting teacher/student relationship being more friendlier than should be.
	And Dim ever the spy—the unseen spy, took his high interest to follow-up.
	Not much was known about Terry Redasmoondust; he was a short man, resemble a lot like a Irish leprechaun—without the beard and pipe, green clothes, and accent.  He was jovial, non-condescending, and banging a student’s mother!  The student, Wendi Seenus, freshman, cute as a bug, was his prize student.  She was cute, raven dark hair that flowed down her body to her butt!  Soft, supple titties, great form for a fifteen year old, some freckles, soft features, and Dim had heard her fart!
	Dim also saw Wendi and Mr. R embracing in the hallway outside his office—and then entering his office with the tell-tale sounds of the door locking.  The door, a big green heavy wooden thing with a big half glass window that was obscured by heavy wire mesh and opaque coloring making it impossible to see inside (or out) posed a problem for Dim to get the absolute insight on what was going on within.  A bit of a bummer for Dim—he was missing some action!
	Not too worry, in the days that followed, and Dim following Mr. R and Wendi, he found more interesting info that was very interesting.  Turns out, Mr. R was banging both Wendi AND her Mom!  And her Mom!  Awesome!  In a nice house in a nice area neighborhood, on a day Mr. R was supposedly out on the golf range, Wendi greeted the slightly balding middle aged man with a bit of pudge but not out of proportion at the door of her home.  Dim was right behind him—he was curious and required insight to fill in the blanks.
	After a serious embrace with Wendi, there was another with the girl’s mother, Rita.  Rita was a nice looking woman; tall, yellow dress, seriously jet black hair, very trim, was a commercial actress, singer, and choreographer.  There was little chit-chat and right down to business.  Dim noted before entering the quaint modest home that parked across the street was a van with a man at the driver’s side using binoculars trained on the visiting Terry Redasmoondust.
	Inside the Seenus house all was well—a nice-nice home with good furnishings, well kept up, no dust.  Some blinds and drapes and curtains were drawn—to keep nosey neighbors from being nosey.  Didn’t do anything to keep unseen traipsers from traipsing!
	Little chit-chat—right down to business.  Wendi took Mr. R by the hand to her room with Rita slowly following—and Dim following behind her!  In Wendi’s room, Wendi wasted no time in taking off her clothes.  She had a nice well kept room; typical rock star pictures on the wall, a fish tank on her desk, a computer, bookcase, full sized bed, and “blue” her favorite color.
	Once naked, and Dim thought he’d explode, the cutesy fifteen year old went to her knees fingering herself.  Mr. R stripped off his clothes and had a decent man cock to present for Wendi to enjoy.  And she did enjoy it!  And she did enjoy it with her MOM standing at the bedroom door!
	As Wendi began sucking on Mr. R’s cock,
	‘are you upset with your daughter—and Mr. R?’ inquiring mind wanted to know.  The woman’s posture showed slight agitation—or maybe she was ansy-horny?
	There was no definitive answer—she watched as her fifteen year old daughter sucked and sucked and sucked Terry Redasmoondust’s cock; the cock flopped out and went all over Wendi’s face.  The man cinched up his hairy nut sac against the teen’s face stretching his cock against her forehead.  Then it was time.
	Dim probed Rita—‘how’d this cum about?’
	As a prized student, Rita caught Mr. R’s attention—she excelled in beauty as well as a knack for giving speeches, reciting long parts of a poem and with a little encouraging remarks from Mr. R she extemporized eloquent sonnets all of her own.  A little fine tuning here, some bolstering critiquing there and the little darling of the Speech & Debate class was taken well under the leprechaun’s wing.
	Wendi’s Mom was a recently divorced—and it wasn’t a nice one, either.  She got the house, car, and monthly allotment as per the norm.  Wendi did love her Daddy but he worked too much, went out of town too often, and the parental units just fell out of love.  Daddy went to live in Las Vegas and Wendi was torn—sometimes her Mom was a bitch—royally, and sometimes she just needed love and understanding.

	Then came Terry Redasmoondust.  He wasn’t the ideal lover but the two made some connection—she was desperate for male companionship (not necessarily sexual but that was essentially present regardless.)  When Mr. R began tutoring Wendi—it wasn’t long before Rita and Mr. R were doing the horizontal bop.
	Then, Wendi—who was supposed to be elsewhere, came home unexpectedly and caught her Mom and Mr. R in the act.  She wasn’t as devastated as one might think she should be.  Instead, after a time of thinking and mulling it over, she used the incident to her advantage.  She had both her Mother and teacher over the proverbial barrel and somehow someway finagled her way into having her way with Mr. R WITH her Mom’s approval!
	Blackmail!
	In no way did Rita want her daughter to move in with her Father.
	In no way did Mr. R want anyone to know—especially his wife, that he was balling Rita!  Mr. R had a wife of some years producing two children, girls, under age ten.  Dim smiled—needful information!
	On the bed, Mr. R seriously put it to Wendi.
	In the hallway still at the doorway, Rita fumed—just a little.  She was miffed and angry but her conniving daughter had her.  Coming clean just wouldn’t do—she would lose custody of Wendi and Terry would lose his wife, job, freedom.
	‘go to your room—take off your clothes.’
	Dim didn’t really want to miss anything in Wendi’s room—so he didn’t!
	Mr. R didn’t take too much time; he boned the fifteen year old girl, boned the fifteen year old girl, boned the fifteen year old and did so for a full five minutes.  When he had cum—and what a cum! he lay off of her heaving and not looking well.  All the color had gone from him and his breathing seemed labored.  Wendi didn’t notice but got up and went to the hall bathroom to shower.
	Dim thought the man was going to die.  That would be interesting!
	After seeing Mr. R slowly clam down and not interested in watching sperm dribble out of the man’s junk, Dim sashayed to Rita.  She was nakedly sprawled out on her bed—waiting.  Dim stripped off his clothes and mounted the woman realizing he could have gone to Wendi firstly—but he didn’t.  He boned Rita and found the woman a pretty good fuck.  She did some sort of exercise for specific for the pussy region to keep and maintain snugness.
	Dim appreciated that and pumped her all the harder trying to be mindful of time.  He wanted the experience to be a lasting one—but he also wanted sufficient time to bone her daughter, too!

	Just after sinking his bone into Wendi an hour later—
	A terrible commotion there was from Rita’s bedroom.  Dim jumped up and rushed in to find Rita Seenus pinned under Mr. R.  Mr. R didn’t seem to be moving and Rita was freaking out.
	Then there was a knock on the door.
	Dim, unseen to sight, made way to the door leaving Rita to continue freaking out.  At the door there was the man who had been in the van across the street with a slightly pudgy woman of Scottish heritage; flaming hair and blazing eyes.  She was a little pissed off—she was the wife of Teacher of the Year, Father of the Year, Usher of the Year (at his church).
	Dim, remaining unseen to sight, casually opened the door as quietly as possibly so as to elude that the “door” opened by itself.  Upon hearing Rita commotion in the bedroom the two at the door rushed in catching Terry in the act.  Well, his former (and last) act.  A massive heart attack took him out of the game—but what a way to go!
	And laying on her bed naked with a fresh coating of spunk on her teenage cunt, Wendi Lynn Seenus lay fingering herself mindlessly unaware of the goings on in the other room.  The guy with the binoculars also had a camera of which he took numerous pictures of Rita, Wendi, and the former Mr. R.
	Mr. R’s wife was hysterical.  The man with the binoculars didn’t know which way to turn—he had busted cheating husbands and wives before but this one was a topper!  It really makes for a bad day when your husband dies having sex with another woman AND her daughter—her teenage daughter!  Shit like that can fuck up your whole day!

*

Sinlicious
	Dim had parked his ride down the street at a small park down from the Seenus house, in the shade.  As he made for his car he heard the wail of an ambulance and thought of Rita, Wendi, Mr. R’s wife—what a show!  And the guy with the binoculars was going to have a story to tell for a lifetime!
	More sirens were coming; police, fire, news vans.
	It was going to be a hell of a news story.
	In the park there were few visitors—it was one of those kind of parks that used to be a house lot but a house didn’t get built so a small-small park did.  A few picnic tables, a swing set, a volleyball net and no bathrooms.  Lots of trees, though; some shrubs, and a water fountain.

	As neighbors began filing out of their homes as the flurry of emergency and news vehicles zoomed down their street, Dim took note of a pretty girl in a short almost knee length blue skirt with light blue top.  Curly brown hair, brown eyes, no chest—she was not yet ten (and barely nine!)
	Dim paused.
	He thought.
	There was contemplation.
	There was distraction.
	And after mulling it over, talking it over with his still smoldering cock—
	After noting the skirt, top, earrings, necklace, bracelet, watch, shoes, and ankle socks all in the color scheme of “blue” Dim was left to wonder if there were blue panties under that skirt, too.
	There was!
	Nice, tight, snug fitting blue panties!  As she lay out in the backseat of his car (and had her legs pulled back as per command-desire of a one Dmitri Tsugua) Dim smoothed his hand up and down her exposed thigh revealing those darling little tight snug fitting panties!
	From the park, after electronically minding Leah Antspants into his car and backseat, Dim motored out of the area to the abandoned warehouse row by the river.  There he did discover the colorful panties and commenced to fingering her thru those colorful panties then pulled them at the crotch to get at the girl’s bald poon.
	His thoughts were still on Rita and Wendi—and Mr. R but easily replaced by the earnest fingering of Leah.  That was followed by climbing into the backseat with the little girl, sliding her blue panties off, spreading her legs and working his own clothes off.
	Leah groaned as she was boned.
	Dim grunted and joyously eased into her sex his overworked cock.  Boning Wendi had been good—real good.  He still liked the young ones, though; real young, middle of the road young, tweens, and preteens.  Leah was alright, tight, virginal, but doable.  He wasn’t rough with her but determined.
	He guessed he was tired from his afternoon shenanigans as after cumming off in Leah’s delicate pussy he got comfy laying beside her—and fell asleep!  He awoke with a startle and looked around—a lapse in security frightened him and put him on instant alert.  It was still day type time but not for long.
	Sitting up he checked on the still mindless Leah.
	Still mindless.
	And damn!  He had soiled his seat!  Custom upholstery for the ride’s seats and the breaking of Leah’s pussy had soiled them!  Her juices, his juices—all would take some serious cleaning to get rid of.  Oh well, it was worth it.
	A little more fingering, another penetration, stripping the girl completely nude and seriously fucking her brains out THE she was cleaned up, spanked, fingered again, kissed on, then returned to the park.   A rich full day and it even wasn’t over yet!
	Dim parked on the far side of the park against the street facing that side of the park where there was an empty lot.  There, he rendered himself and Leah “invisible” and slowly made way across the street and into the park where behind a large bush he left the girl—minus her blue panties!
	There was a small presence of cops, some guys using EMAD detectors, dogs sniffing for the missing girl (and EMADs).  During the trying times of mind altering devices, detection devices had been laxing and not so good in detecting and much less in preventing their operation.  However, new detection devices were coming online, including the use of dogs whose sniffers were superior.  Prevention of the operation of an EMAD was still not so good.
	Two boys about ten or so slowly meandered their way across the park catching Dmitri’s eye.  One had a remote controlled toy helicopter (it’d be something if he had a non-toy remote controlled helicopter!); the other youth had a remote controlled toy car.  Nice looking fellows and for some reason—for some reason—Dim wanted to see them naked!
	Well!  Wouldn’t we all!

	Watching the boys watch some girls, though, preempted Dmitri’s “for some reason” desire to see the fellows “fellows.”  The girls being slyly (and not so) were teenage girls playing volleyball.  Short shorts, short wide legged walking/hiking shorts, REAL short jean shorts; simple tops, open armed tops, halter tops, short tee-shirts.  White girls, black girls, one Asian girl; girls with long blond hair, short sassy shoulder length hair, dark hair, red hair in a pony tail.
	Wonderful girls—All American girls with nice bobbing breasts good enough to make a boy cream his jeans.  The one boy, realizing that they were staring and were apt to get their faces slapped gouged the other and pulled him along thru the park.  More girls, however, caught their eye; younger girls, innocent girls playing in the park under the watchful eyes of their parents, teen guardians, and law enforcing type people, too.
	“I-I cant take this!” said Shaun and he quickly stepped up the pace making for home.  His best pal, Greg, right on his heels.  So was Dmitri.  The home made for was a nice two-story abode with no car in the drive.  The boys hot footed it to the front door and Dim barely made it before it shut in his face.
	Shaun Hackinsack and Greg Urnotgonnabelievethis stopped dead as a teenage girl approximately thirteen stretched up putting up some books in a bookcase in the family room just off from the main entrance.
	The “stretch” was amazing as the girl’s form truly was captivating—nice butt, legs, and her stretching pulled up her already short shirt revealing some bare backside.  Of course, her ten year old brother, Shaun, HAD seen her in her swim wear—AND had seen her briefly in her underwear.  Never, though, had he seen her naked.
	And that was the rub—young Shaun James Hackinsack deeply and desperately wanted to.  Deeply and desperately.  However,
	‘what would you do AFTER you saw her naked?’
	Nothing.  A blank response.  The boy in question had limited notion of what to do with a girl once she was naked.  Dim smiled, ‘maybe I can help out…’

	‘if you could see your sister naked—would you look?’
	Shaun couldn’t breathe—he couldn’t conceive the thought of seeing his sister naked.  But the definitive answer was a whole hearted HELL YEAH!  What would he do AFTER seeing her naked remained elusive.  But first—
	‘are you a virgin?’
	Despite being “under the influence” of an electronic device—the girl’s eyes of lovely brown bulged.  Her pretty mouth opened partly and Dmitri, in spite of having had a good fuck earlier that day got a serious erection.  He repeated the invasive question and the girl finally responded—YES.
	Ok, ‘do you FINGER yourself?’
	Shaun’s sister nodded that she did.
	‘have you seen your little brother—naked?’
	That was a given—he was ten, she was thirteen—of course she had seen him in his skin; streaking around the house when he was little and with their ages so close together—they at early ages had bathed together.
	‘have you seen boys YOUR age naked?’
	No.
	‘would you like to?’
	Allison Jane Hackinsack blushed.  It was a solid but confirmed Yes.
	The girl loved her brother, sure; but in no way—no how would she ever-ever consider any sort of sexual relationship with him.  Shaun wasn’t sure what sex was so there’s that.  Allison enjoyed fingering herself and DID know what sex was—just the basic Missionary and no other position or style.  She was vaguely aware of what a “blowjob” was and had to look up “sodomy” to get the correlation of “up the ass”; anal, backdoor banditry, and other references to butt fucking.  She was pretty sure she didn’t want to go that route.
	And though sex was intriguing, she didn’t want to engage in such until much-much later in life.  Dim begged to differ.  She was sooooo pretty!  A gorgeous face, no blemishes, lip gloss, dainty nose—fuckable!
	‘take your pants off.’
	Allison paused a moment but stood up straight, seemingly thought the odd command over, didn’t seem to notice that her brother and his friend were present, and unhitched her light blue blue jeans pushing them down—and then off.  Shaun and Greg stood in disbelief.
	“Holy fucking ass crackers!” blurted out Greg.
	Dull yellow panties with blue daisy flowers; bikini style.  A nice crotch—a real nice crotch.  Both stunned in disbelief boys stared right at the nice crotch, mouths open, eyes wide cocks hard.
	Off came the girl’s blouse followed by her bra.
	Nice titties.  Real nice.  Firm, small breasts that were not “globe-like” but ski slope formed.  The boys’ focus was still on that area between her legs.  Dim still had a warm spot in his being for young girls—but teenage girls had more developed parts that were enjoyable, too.
	The panties were shucked, she stepped out of her clothing and perched herself on the sofa.
	‘take your clothes off.’ Dim electronically minded to the boys.
	They wasted no time in getting naked.  Both had very good boners that for some reason turned Dim on.  He still confirmed that he wasn’t gay—he just liked to play both sides of the sexual field.  Shaun and Greg were two good looking boys—especially naked!  Neither had a true concept of how to go about sex.  Thankfully, Dmitri was there to guide them…

	Once settled on the sofa, Allison was directed to perch her butt right on the edge of the cushion—then lean back with shoulders the back of the sofa drawing her legs up, too.  This gave Shaun and Greg (and the unseen Dmitri Tsugua) a reason to live.  What a nice view!  A nice-nice teenage pussy, clean asshole, virginal in both places.  A nice covering of poon pie hair that was neatly trimmed and ready for splooge soaking.
	Shaun and Greg were ready to splooge, too.
	But first!
	The boys were schooled in the fine art of cunnilingus—pussy eating 101.
	They were too giddy to fully grasp the concept—too hard up and horny, as well.  The boys fingered Allison’s cunt, poked a daring finger into her asshole, and licked her there, too!  Neither boy (or girl) was aware that they were being electronically manipulated OR engaging in immoral acts so freely.  And being that it was Shaun’s sister who was the center of attraction AND Shaun’s sister—he got first dibs.  Which was only right.

	More schooling was needed for Shaun; mounting, inserting, pumping, pulling out to grind, re-inserting, repeat—repeat—repeat.  And after just three minutes of hard earnest pumping—pumping—pumping and did finally spurt splooge into his sister’s cunny.
	Allison was mindless but her little brother’s pumping her pussy did sort of put her in tune with her sexuality.  She shuddered and trembled (but didn’t cum.)  Shaun was beside himself with his action and was temporarily free of the electronic mind hold from Dmitri’s mind controlling machine.  That lasted momentarily and the young lad slumped beside the sofa fondling his little cum squirter while his naked best pal took his turn.
	Dim took his turn immediately afterwards delivering a hellacious amount of pent up spunk DEEP into Allison’s cunny.  The act totally drained him—his cock and balls tingled, toes curled, hair even tingled!  It was a good one!  Worthy of another fuck!
	Some thirty minutes later and he did.
	Making love to Allison was something—really something!  It was more enjoyable than he thought—mostly he thought it to be a simple Wham Bam but somehow it was different.  The girl had been virginal—in spite of that there hadn’t been a lot of “evidence” coating her brother’s cock and balls.  Dim loved in (and on) the girl once more draining himself of energy.  Her breasts he loved on, her ass, too.  His cock was in agony—both good and bad.  There was a desire to do more—much-much more but he decided that there would be another time.
	After boning her pussy repeatedly—and being totally exhausted, Dim stepped in the nearby hall shower for a refresher.  He still wasn’t quite ready to leave the family—there was still so much left to do!  Holes to fill and minds to “alter.”  A tasking business but it had to be done.
	Holes.
	Dim had slammed the girl’s pussy—slammed her pussy—slammed her pussy.  Good enough.  Now there was her mouth hole and asshole followed by her brother’s two holes and his friend.  Six more holes!  What a work out for his cock!  He’d play it by ear.
	In the kitchen for a refresher—er, refreshment, he snagged an import beer from the fridge, some cheese, a piece of chicken, pizza slice, and fudge.  Half an hour later…
	For thrills—and to get his dick excited, Dim had Shaun lick out his sister’s ready-to-fuck cornhole.  Once more, Allison lay in prime position—shoulders to the back of the sofa with her ass right on the edge of the cushion, her legs pulled back exposing nicely her clean virginal turd popper.
	Shaun was given the command, there was slight pause of hesitation, a cock of the head, then the boy applied his tongue to his sister’s pooper and happily licked-licked-licked.
	Dim was happy, too.
	After licking—fucking!
	There was just sufficient strength to get his dick into the virginal dirt chute.
	His cock bent and there was not as much pleasure in the dirty deed as he would have hoped.  Dire determination, however, forced the issue and near full anal penetration there was.  There wasn’t a lot of splooge to show for it but there was some.  He had no idea why he did it—but he went back to the kitchen and snagged another import beer, drank some of it then shoved the long neck bottle into Allison asshole!  He did!
	Then—
	Then he licked/drank the beer from her hole!

*

A boner for Krissy
	Perhaps he was too tired—shagged out, or some other mitigating circumstance like that—but he didn’t put the boys, Shaun and Greg thru the normal paces of sexual engagement with one another OR to have a lifetime of doing so.  Shaun fucked his sister’s asshole—after Dim licked her hole and drank beer from there as well; but there was no “you like sucking your friend’s cock!” or “you like kissing your friend deeply and passionately!” or “you like taking a shower with your friend.” or “you like peeing on your friend.” OR “you like ass mastering your friend’s ass!”
	None of that.
	Only,
	“You like fucking your sister.”
	Fucking, spanking her, licking out her pussy AND asshole, titty fucking, and getting off in her mouth.  To same, Allison would allow it AND like it!  She, too, would enjoy sucking off her brother AND his friend!  Sucking, fucking, double teaming, spanking, humping-humping-humping.
	And Dim didn’t even bone the boys!

	His “ride” was a good one, a late model big engine muscle car; it was a great condition with not so good gas mileage.  But that wasn’t the motivating reason Dmitri opted for a different ride; the non-company company van was beginning to chafe him.  The new acquisition was more friendlier—roomier, less smellier, more comfort.  A van conversion; not brand new, but close counts.
	The “breaking in” phase came with not one but two girls standing at a lone bus stop.  A set of mitigating circumstances had put them in the wrong stop.  At a small rural town a few miles out from the town Dim was in, April Capaheart and Amy Dogsmell.  April had flaming red hair, soft and middle of the back; at thirteen she was a little taller than most girls in her age group, she played basketball and volleyball, golf, bowling, and archery.
	Her friend was a couple years young, short brown hair, small mouth, small breasts.  She was in archery and golfing, too; she carried a small ditty bag with half set of clubs and a bow/arrow set.  She was a cutey; brown eyes, good posture, naïve persona in the wicked ways of sex and all it depraved forms.  Both girls were cute—both wore red shirts but only Amy wore a beige pleated skirt indicating a “private school” rather than public.  April, a non-conformist, wore jeans—her beige skirt was in her ditty bag along with her half set of clubs and archery set.
	According to the bus schedule printed on the enclosed ramshackled bus stop enclosure—the next bus was due fifteen minutes ago.  Neither girl had a cell phone on them.  The bus stop was at the end of a large gravely lot whereas there was an old general store with non-functioning gasoline pumps.  A stack of tires on one side along with the ice machine; old washers, a small pile of wood, and odds and ends of assorted junk mostly in the way of cars and car parts.
	Behind the general store was a large tract of nothing—overgrown grass, weeds, dead snag trees, and such as that like that there covering about twenty open acres.  A canal run behind the store, too.  To the left was Patchweed Rd. with a few small houses, more dead snag trees, tire swings in those trees, old dead tractors and more junked cars.  The town of Patchweed was to the right; a small-small town American town full of Americana.  Beyond the small homes on Patchweed Rd.—more nothing.
	How or why the girls came to be at Patchweed wasn’t clear—and Dim didn’t care.  The girls were out of place, a little frightened, greatly concerned, and too damn cute to be left alone.  So they weren’t.
	The new van conversion had comfy seats, but only two in the cab so one girl had to park it in the comfy seats behind.  Tough choice on who would take the front passenger seat—he chose April.  And as soon as the electronically mind held girls were “acquired”, Dim eased off eastward on Burlwood Lane, the road that ran down the middle of Patchweed itself.  No one came out of the general store to see what was going on, take down license plate number.  No one followed, hardly anyone was about at all—it was a little warm out, sticky, muggy, icky.
	Inside the van and the air conditioning was nice and on full.  The cooling air blasting out of the air vents fluttered April’s lovely hair—she had a unique look of her face, nothing outstanding but unique just the same.
	Once a few miles down the lane,
	‘undo your pants.’
	April didn’t hesitate and undone her pants followed by pushing them down as per Dim’s command.  Basic white panties she wore, hip huggers.  Dim rubbed her thigh, opened her legs and got that old familiar ache in his cock.
	The road wound up into some small hills; hills that were plain and mostly barren.  At the two thousand foot level, though, grasses and living trees were in abundance.  At the three thousand foot level there was a turn-out that nestled up against a nice green hill with some unique boulders embedded into the landscape.  A small creek was babbling there trickling down the hillside to form a small pool just right for wading in then continuing onward into a culvert under the road and down to the dry thirsty valley below.
	Speaking of thirsty—
	‘take your panties down to your ankles.’
	April blinked her eyes and did have a serious look upon her “unique” face but followed thru with the electronically sent command and pushed her panties down to her ankles.  In the back, in a comfy captain’s chair, ten year old Amy with nice budding breasts, sat still and very mindless.  Dim parted her legs lifting them upward to get a gawk at her naughty bits.
	‘hold your legs back.’ Dim told the hapless girl.
	She did so and Dim fingered her crotch with desires rising significantly.
	April removed her top and bra and was totally naked.  Into the back area behind the two passenger chairs where there was open space where other chairs had been but removed.  Replacing those removed chairs were two benches running alongside the van’s wall; there was a counter with a sink, a small mini fridge, an on-board large capacity ice chest, and other items to make a long road trek enjoyable.
	April came to lay out on the cozy thick pile carpeting that was blue in color and fairly new.  Dim instantly lay beside the girl fingering her pussy and mawing her breasts.  He wanted the moment to be lasting but his cock demanded serious attention.
	Slowly he lay on the girl gently grinding his cock against her lovely-lovely poon.  He still hoped to make the moment with her linger but the urge (from his cock) was hard to keep at bay.  A little more grinding then he was in.  She was a virgin!
	Strangely, Amy was not!
	Dim gave his all to April; cupping her butt, driving his cock DEEP into her virgin recess, sucking tenaciously on her breasts, and finally—after several enduring minutes, spurted a copious amount of goo.  He was more than exhausted.  But still, he was enamored with the lovely teen girl; a warm spot there was still for young girls but teenage girls had something going for them, too.
	Perhaps he was too tired or had other things on his mind; he didn’t pry into Amy’s mind to uncover why she was not a virgin and her friend who was older was.  After boinking April, Dim washed his naughty bits then sat crossed legged Indian style before the mindless Amy.  She was ten but almost eleven.  Nice small breasts, good skin, nice pleasing features all around.  Lavender panties she wore and Dim licked out her pussy with them still on her!
	He hadn’t done that little feat in quite awhile—eating a girl’s pussy out thru her panties.  Then, when done with that he tugged the undies off with his teeth.  His cock ached terribly but strengthened sufficiently for the task at hand—which was after slipping off the girl’s top and bra, skirt, panties—penetration!  After gouging his cock up and down Amy’s pussy he began prodding inward discovering the fact that she was NOT a virgin.  There was no resistance of any kind.
	It was a marvel Dim couldn’t put words to.  His cock slid effortlessly in and began pumping like a Neanderthal.  It was a good fuck and he desired to shag her asshole, too.  But first!
	A cool off.
	The nearby pond suited just that purpose. 
	Of course, the cold water had an effect on the girls.  Dim didn’t realize that the cold water would shock April and Amy—and his mind altering device was in the van!  April let out a loud gasp as her fine young nude body came into the water—it wasn’t until she was up to her waist that the shock came.  She fluttered her eyes and looked curiously to Dmitri; she cocked her head and was too confused to realize what was actually going on.
	Amy screamed.
	There was naught to do but quickly jump the girl; turn her about and pin her to the bank of the pond and wallop her fine young ass with some serious intent.  And although that was enjoyable there was the thirteen year old beside them who was slowly “coming around.”
	“You move (or scream) and I’ll beat you some more!” to wit little Amy curled up and wept while Dim dealt with April who was (thankfully) still too confused to fully realize what was happening.  This gave Dim time to dash to the van and grab his trusty EMAD.
	On his way back—
	He stepped on a sharp skin piercing pebble; and upon hop-hop-hopping tripped himself up and fell scrapping knees, hands, elbows, shoulders.  During that time, April became more aware of her situation and freaked the fuck out.  She screamed—but it was a panic scream and she began scrambling out of the pond.
	Tying to scramble out of the pond.
	In her panic her scrambling was tantamount to drowning.

	In great pains, hurts and owies, Dim stumbled to the pond—and fell in.
	Talk about near drowning!
	And panic!
	Drowning was one thing but—could the EMAD, an electronical device, be alright in water?  Dim floundered and thought firstly and mainly and only of himself and well being.  When at the bank of the pond (that was just inches over his head) he managed to get a grip and calm himself.  Amy still clung to the bank side where it was shallow and a natural sitting ridge there was.  April had managed to climb up and out of the pond but clunked her head on a low slung tree branch sending her clumsily back into the pond.
	Dim caught her and like with Amy, pinned her to the pond’s edge and spanked her.  Then, for good measure—and still without the EMAD’s help, Dim rammed his cock into her watertight asshole.  His cock really wasn’t strong enough to do the job; he had to ream the tight hole with his finger to prep it for his more than average schlong.  The girl was hysterical but not out of control.  Amy curled up all the tighter and watched.
	He didn’t cum but close counts—he got his point across anyways.
	“Don’t do that again!” he warned.  Then, after pulling out he sank onto the ridge inside the pond and rested.  His cock steamed; the girls wept and clung to one another fully aware.  The EMAD?  At the bottom of the pond.
	Good place for it.

*

	The thing with a tired and shagged out cock was that the desire to “cum” was lacking.  And Dim so wanted splooge to be in April’s hole.  He tried and tried and tried but his aching cock just couldn’t produce spunk.  He well enough, though, wore out April’s asshole.  The only way to get spunk production back on line was to lay off cumming for a couple of days—wait it out.
	Dim hadn’t planned on entertaining April and Amy that long.  Pussy, mouth, asshole, some spanking, grinding, titty loving, maybe put them thru their paces with each other and let it be that and go on about his own business.  Now, determination put it that he would have to wait at least two days before his balls were capable of squirting out a plausible amount of jiz.
	The cold mountain stream of water did help revitalize his cock but the cum production was seriously lacking.  So, after securing the EMAD from the crudy bottom of the pond, Dim escorted the girls back to the van where he hog tied them then secured them to one another, spanked them to get his point across “behave” then fired up the van and struck off towards Mesa Plat.

Black Bear Road
	(you don’t have to be crazy to drive this road—but it helps!)
	The road up to Mesa Plat was a dousy; switchbacks, hills, dips, hairpin curves, blind curves, an overflowing creek, and narrow.  The small mountain community sat right at the 7,100 foot level and was home to twenty-five full time residents.  A small lake was nearby, a large pond, and lots of fresh clean open air.
	And more potentials, too!
	
	It was just about evening type time mountain type time when Dim rolled into the mountain town.  Too small for him; no theatre, mall or even mini mall.  A general store, gas station w/service, post office, mountain school, a tavern, and restaurant that was very popular.  Dim parked alongside the general store; his electronic mind altering device was dysfunctional—apparently, it did not like being drowned.  Dim only hoped that it needed a simple drying out.
	In the general store he made some “camping” purchases.
	In the restaurant he made some “to go” orders.
	He came back from the general store with a lantern, sleeping bags, wool blankets, propane fuel, bug repellent, toilet paper, fly swatter, and other assorted “camping stuff.”  From the restaurant Dim returned with hamburgers, fries, shakes, and a girl named Sara Beesweat.
	And a girl named Sara Beesweat!?

	The sign read Jamboree!  That got Dim’s attention.  The mountain road no long went steeply UP or DOWN but wound around this way and that thru giant trees and massive boulders.  Huge areas of meadows were everywhere along with campers and peoples seeking shelter from the valley of choking cities below.
	The EMAD was working—but not well.  There was no time to get into the minding gadget and let it air dry.  The gizmo worked only to the point of waylaying a Subject’s mind.  Not much else could be done but Dim was ok with that.
	There was something about the girl, Sara.  From inside the general store Di had noted her with her hands stuffed in her pockets lingering firstly at the counter with someone presumably her Dad and other assorted adults—she seemed sad.  Camping was a neat thing—but only if you enjoy it.  Sara Beesweat didn’t seem very much into the high altitude foray into the wild.  She also seemed tired and bored.  That made her an easy target—especially for a drowned minding device.
	A thin build the girl Sara had; LOTS of thick long honey brown hair in a huge tieback; she was eleven years young and had some decent breasts for a girl her age; a flatish face with hardly no lips at all but a nice beaming smile (when she smiled).  
	After setting up an impromptued camp some miles off the paved mountain road at a remote campsite—down to business.  It was too late and too cold to pitch a tent; from the mountain community town to where Dim finally came to rest the mountain elevation had gone up another five hundred feet!  Getting kinda nippy!  The air was heavily fragranted with pines and cedars; wild roses, too.  Strangely, young Sara was “fragrant” with wild rose smell.
	Blue jeans, brown shirt, brown hiking shoes.
	And all that hair!  It wasn’t too heavy just looked heavy.  There were dainty emerald earrings in her ears (where else would they be?) and she had amazing brown eyes.  Behind her, April looked on in not so much as in disgust as in disdain and OMG!  The interior of the van had been shielded with heavy drapes and fastened so as no light whatsoever could escape.  The door was specially locked so as no “passengers”, too, could escape.
	And on that, with the EMAD soaked and not well in the department of mind altering business, Dim had to resort to out and out force and that came by way of stun gun—two of them in fact; one was a pen-like thing packing a serious sting (especially if pushed into the orifice of a Subject) and the other a potent handheld regular streetwise stunner-debilitator.  The point was made “Piss me off in ANY way…” and to make sure the point was made and understood—Dim inserted the pen-like stun gun into April’s pussy and turned in and off giving a slight jolt to the girl sending her instantly freaking out.
	“Piss me off,” Dim reiterated, “and I’ll do the same to her (Amy) but,” and he smiled, “it’ll stay on!”
	April didn’t like the sound of that—Amy liked it less.
	The point was made—April would behave.  She wouldn’t like it—whatever happened to whoever but she would behave.  Well, who needs an EMAD!?
	With her brown shirt off, Dim ran his hands over the girl’s torso; he tweaked her nipples then suckled them while undoing her pants.  April (and Amy) looked on with mouths open not under the influence of a mind control device.  After enjoying her young budding breasts—down came the pants.
	The van’s interior lighting was adjustable and gave just enough low light to see and enjoy.  Sara put her arms about Dim’s neck/shoulders as he helped her step out of her pants—and then panties.  His hands once more went traveling about her body, squeezing her ass and prying into her crack.
	Her pussy was flat and puffy indicating virgin.
	He asked anyways and got a shoulder shrug as a response!
	Oh!  Curious.
	Dim paused, continued to finger and feel out her delicious young body, but he paused in his thinking before proceeding.  There was something odd about the girl—and he was going to find out what (without the use of the EMAD!)