August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 1
And the Saga Continues
Disturbing Revelations Disturbingly Revealed

Insightful debauchery
	Those little whores from the valley
	It was a picturesque scene cut out from the late 1800s; a farm house with outbuildings, a barn, corral, a field of corn almost ready for harvesting, a creek nearby, trees, a few boulders; overcast skies, a pick-up truck by the barn with hay bales loaded on it, a late model station wagon by the house.
	Then, attention was drawn to the open door of the barn on the second floor, the half-door.  There, a young teenage boy stood in the raw pissing out of that door.  A handsome young fellow; thick ultra curly dark hair, very tan body, with an amazingly hard “fellow”.  
	Behind were two girls, his sisters as it turns out.  One was older, one was younger.  Neither had dark hair like himself; the older girl had lovely straight blond hair while the young girl had brown hair made into twin pig tails.  Both girls were also without their clothes on.
	After his piss, fifteen year old Luanne came up behind him—on her knees, and began toying with his pisser.  Thirteen year old sister, Ellen, came up from behind him on the other side and began fondling his balls!  Oh!  Both girls took turns sucking his cock.
	Naughty times on the farm!	
	After much sucking and ball washing, thirteen year old Lonnie schlepped his salami into his sisters—one after a time.  He had been there before and neither seemed worried about “protection.”  After Lonnie had cum drenching Luanne’s pussy—not yet teenager Ellen cleaned both her brother’s cock AND her sister’s drenched pussy!
	Then, Lonnie drilled his prong into the girls from behind—Luanne got her drilling while she was on her hands and knees (and her mouth on her sister’s hairless cum drenched cunt!)  Ellen got her butt boning while sitting on her brother’s hardened body laying down on him, sitting on him, grinding, and so on.

	When done, the naughty threesome lay in the hay heaving, sweating, resting.  Then they wiped themselves off, dressed, and slipped out of the barn unnoticed to the nearby creek.  There they stripped off their clothes again and waded into the refreshing water going upstream to a secluded pond where they enjoyed the afternoon skinny dipping.
	And more incestuous loving.
	That evening,
	In the barn, Luanne and Ellen were stark bare assed naked—sucking off their Dad—who was also naked.  The girls seemed happy—their Dad was VERY happy!  He was a tall, lean, rugged man, a farmer—thick curly dark raven hair, amazing blue eyes, and a serious boner.  The boner was the object of the naked girls’ attention; they played with it—played with it—played with it getting it to ultimately squirt its juices onto their sweet faces.
	And after much ado about spew, Dad Micha parked his carcass on a bale of hay bringing his girls to him for a group hug.  That was followed by getting Luanne to position herself on his lap taking his cum squirter up into her fifteen year old pussy while her giddy twelve year old sister could hardly contain herself.  She positioned herself on her knees right between her Daddy’s knees watching Up Close and Too Personal the penetration act.
	Up and Down—Up and Down—UP and DOWN—Luanne’s fine young teenage farm girl body went nicely UP and Down her Daddy’s fine middle aged 7-inch fatherly farm tool.  His hands were clamed tightly to her not-so-lily white ass and every inch of his tool went into her.
	Cum soon was flowing down his shaft coating his balls—when that shaft was mostly exposed as Luanne was raised up kissing her horny incestuous father, Ellen sucked the shaft AND the hairy cum laden testicles!  Oh!
	After his cock was well polished and balls well washed, Luanne slipped off and Ellen took her turn.  Firstly, she was laid across her Daddy’s lap and spanked.  Not hard, but the girl wasn’t opposed.  Luanne frigged her cock hungry cunt and aided her Daddy in spanking of her sister’s ass.  Then, after blistering the young girl’s ass she took her place upright and received the well polished schlong of her Daddy to her cornhole.
	Secretly watching from the loft was Lonnie—jerking off and in total awe.  Why he wasn’t joining in wasn’t sure—but watching was pretty good!  Luanne got her butt spanked, too—and then fucked.  For her butt fucking, the girl was positioned on a bale of hay with her shoulders to a wall of baled hay, her legs pulled back and her naked naughty Daddy stuffing her chute to beat all.  Ellen sat cockeyed beside them fingering her gash with much vigor and some vim.
	The following day and this happened—
	The family Allbethehouse were assembled for lunch, save for Micha who had gone into town.  The kids were messing around as they usually did—non-sexual with their Mom present.  She was a nice looking woman, a little haggard but bearing well.  Dark blond hair tied back into a bun, constantly busy with household chores that were never ending; laundry, meals, cleaning house, keeping stock of the children, animals, friends, husband, church, and on and on and on.
	Colleen had just taken the fried chicken out of the pan letting it rest on a wire rack when she suddenly started flinging her head like she was having a convulsion fit.  It was like a bad taste in her mouth—but it was actually a “bad taste” in her mind…
	“Mom?” asked a curious Ellen who was standing close by and saw her Mom’s adverse reaction.  Colleen gripped hard the counter rim almost looking like she was going to throw-up.
	Ellen then caught sight of sister Luanne having the same sick-like reaction.
	From behind her at an angle was Lonnie thrashing his head muttering,
	“What the fuck!?”
	Then Ellen began slinging her head, shaking her head, and almost retching.
	One by one the Allbethehouse family went thru various levels of “WTF!?”
	One by one the Allbethehouse family found themselves under a mysterious unknown power affecting primarily their minds.  Then—
	Colleen began undressing herself.
	Lonnie nearly dropped his glass of milk while sisters Luanne and Ellen nearly dropped their mouths to the ground.  No one spoke.  Colleen seemed to be trying NOT TO undress herself but seemed powerless and unable to stop herself.  Once her bra was off she stood up clad in just her panties—Luanne and Ellen were totally shocked; Lonnie stared and stared and was mindless without having have his mind so touched.
	Then down came her panties.
	Lonnie couldn’t breathe—he had never seen his Mom naked.
	Then, a stranger came into being—came into view.  He wasn’t much older than Luanne and was clearly in charge.  Lonnie couldn’t move; nor could his sisters or naked Mother.
	“Take off your clothes.”
	Lonnie blinked his eyes transferring, “What the fuck did you say?”
	“Get naked—NOW!”
	Lonnie slung his head; his Mother clenched her fist—she was upset at having to strip to her skin in front of her children, especially son; upset at the audacity of the intruder; upset that her husband was gone for the day fucking off with his friends.
	Slowly, though it was under dire duress, thirteen year old Lonnie James stripped off his clothes and stood stark bare assed naked.  The strange intruder checked the boy out—nothing was said, no one moved.  Luanne and Ellen quietly wept staring at their nude brother, their nude Mother, then the stranger—who was also nude.
	Luanne went to her brother, Ellen came to the stranger intruder.
	Colleen shook her head with eyes bulging.
	“NOOOO!” she quipped.
	The Strange Intruder merely smiled and put Luanne to her knees.
	“Suck him!”
	Luanne didn’t want to.
	“Suck him—like you do in the barn!”
	It was like someone had socked her in the stomach.  Her eyes went wild and then shot to her Mother who cocked her head conveying “What?”
	“Didn’t you know, Mom?” smiled the Intruder, “Brotherly love in abundance!”
	Luanne assessed her brother’s brotherly love tool, handled it, worked it, then (like she did in the barn, bathroom, bedroom, behind the barn, in the cab of their Dad’s truck in the middle of the night) began sucking him.  She devoured the cock wholly bobbing her head back and forth going faster and faster getting him stiffer and stiffer.
	Meanwhile,
	“Suck me.”
	Ellen shook her head—she eyed the Stranger’s schlong shaking her head No.
	“Come on, suck me—like you do your Daddy in the barn.”
	Colleen nearly fainted.
	Colleen was soon directed to “get on the table”.  
	Try-try-try as she might—Colleen couldn’t fight back the mental hold and “got on the table.”  She tried even harder to fight back the strange man who ogled her body—then touched it.  With his fingers, the stranger fingered her pussy jamming his fingers into her well fucked cunt.
	“DON’T TOUCH ME!” she seethed.
	The Strange Intruder paid her no attention.
	Lonnie attempted a “charge” but the mental hold on him was pretty good, too.  He remained steadfast in his tracks—with a raging boner.  Luanne was pissed off, embarrassed, and scared—and unable to do anything to help her Mother or siblings.  Ellen stood crying and peeing herself.

	Though nothing bound her physically, Colleen Anne-Marie Allbethehouse couldn’t move.  The power—the AMAZING power of the electronic device held her firmly.  She thrashed about well enough, though, on the table with her children about her watching in horror as a strange stranger “mounted” her.  Colleen tightened her grip on the table shutting her eyes tightly trying hard to blot out the stranger’s doings.
	The Strange Intruder pumped slowly; pulled out and had firstly Luanne suck his cock then returned to penetrating the farm woman screwing her into virtual oblivion with his unique talented technique.  There was no denying—although she tried mightily, an orgasm surfaced and there was cumming off.
	It was vile.
	It was wrong.
	It was disgusting—but Colleen submitted herself to a few seconds of sexual bliss as she was brought to the brink of orgasm and then explosively pulled over the threshold where she seldom experienced with her husband.  The Strange Intruder was horrible, he was despicable, vile—but for a few fleeting seconds he was wonderful, too!
	After he had cum his talented cock continued to infuriate the woman’s pussy by tantalizing it, grinding against her sensitive mons, clit, and womanhood as a whole.  His slathered up cock withdrew at length—to be slurped on by Luanne AND Ellen.
	Then, to perpetuate his vile evilness he had Luanne firstly get on her Mother—her Mother’s face!  Luanne could scarcely move but was slapped hard on the bare ass and moved forcibly by the arm positioning.  Then her ass was smacked some more—for the strange Stranger’s delight this time.  Luanne lay straddling her Mother’s face, laying down her body with her pussy right on her Mother’s mouth!  The Strange Intruder then, after spanking, brought both very frightened Ellen and Lonnie over having them one at a time “lick” her hole.
	Colleen retched at the vileness.  But there was more to cum—much more.

	After Ellen and Lonnie had licked and licked and licked their sister’s asshole, Lonnie mounted and fucked it.  “Just like you do in the barn!” chided the Strange Intruder.  This only confounded and infuriated the family—mostly Lonnie and his Mother.  The sudden revelation revealed that her children were sexually active WITH EACH OTHER was horrendous.
	Lonnie, after having licked and licked and licked (and licked) his sister’s cornhole AND gotten his weenie waxed by his other sister, slid effortlessly into Luanne’s shitter.  The table groaned under the combined weight but was made of heavy oak and would stand the test of debauchery.
	Just under three minutes later and BLAM-OH!  Lonnie unloaded a nice quantity of spunk that oozed out of his sister’s hole to drizzle down her taint, pussy, and Momma’s face.  The boy slid off to slump on the floor—embarrassed and sickened by the act he had done—force to do.  What he did with his siblings he did in privacy; admitting what he did and doing what he did ON his Mother was awful—just awful.
	The Strange Intruder then smacked Luanne’s ass again—then had Ellen LICK (re-lick) the hole the cum soaked hole.  Ellen balked.  She curled up and whimpered begging “NO—NO—NO.”
	“Oh, cum now,” grinned the Stranger, “you’ve licked her turd hole before when he fucked it.” pause for dramatic effect, “And you’ll do it now.”
	Colleen couldn’t believe what she was hearing—it was more than vile and disgusting; the horror of her children engaging sexually ON her was one thing but to learn that they were carrying on regardless behind her back—OH!
	Ellen licked the sperm from Luanne’s rim, re-sucked the Strange Intruder’s cock, his balls, cock, then watched as he himself put his prong into Luanne’s fresh fucked hole and fucked it himself!  Double OH!
	Slow and methodical for the first two or three minutes, then he picked up the pace and thoroughly sodomized the fifteen year old who admitted to having anal course with her brother starting when she was about ten—and he being about eight leaving Colleen in a quandary of what was more horrible; the vile ugliness of the Here & Now or the knowing of what was going on without her knowing (and for so long!)
	There was a major amount of spunk from the Stranger’s schlong.  A mighty gush of air he released, too, before practically collapsing.  He managed to pull out and pull away from the steaming body of Luanne—he would have had one of the other siblings suck his foul cock had he the energy to think of it.
	While recovering, the Strange Intruder had Ellen take the place of her sister.
	Then, Lonnie stuffed HER asshole—after Luanne and Lonnie licked it.
	Lonnie gave a little cum of which the Stranger made Colleen LICK IT CLEAN!  She retched, gagged, and very nearly vomited but licked her daughter’s well fucked cornhole and then retched more as he Stranger took his turn and did same.
	Then,
	Lonnie took his turn—on his Momma’s face!
	With his testicle sac in his Momma’s mouth, Lonnie lay down her body licking her pussy while the Stranger and his sisters spanked him.  When his ass was searing red as the tomatoes in the salad bowl on the counter—the Strange Intruder invaded him saying—
	“Just like your friend at the creek, eh?”
	Colleen couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  Her mouth kept her son’s testicles in her mouth, she felt him licking her pussy, and saw the Stranger’s cock slamming into his hole—but the truth of learning about her son having sex with his best friend—OH!
	As it was detailed; Lonnie and his best friend—who was actually a year younger but who cares.  Who cares when you’re free to roam the farmlands, the wilderness, creeks, and hills—sometimes butt bare assed naked!  There was skinny dipping, midnight romping, and sex.  Anal, oral, mutual masturbation—no kissing.  That was gross—although both had tried it just to see what it was like to kiss another guy.  Neither liked it.
	Lonnie and Will, though, DID like cocksucking!
	Lonnie and Will, though, DID like butt fucking!
	Both boys ejaculated on the other’s ball sac—then that person who jerked off sucked those cum coated balls clean!  No rim jobbing though—never occurred to them.  Good old fashioned Up the Ass was their forte; their passion.  They ass fucked whenever they could and wherever they could.
	“And the girl?” inquired the Stranger.
	Lonnie gulped, retched, and was weeping almost hysterically.  He had admitted far more than he wanted—his asshole was on fire!  His cock, his balls, his mind!  
 	“Nellie.” the boy cried.  Will’s sister, Luanne’s age (fifteen.)
	It had been observed—and Lonnie confirmed by confessing as he lay nakedly on his naked Mother, that he and Will not only had sex together they had sex with Nellie, too!  (this after Nellie caught them having sex together.)
	The Stranger completed his butt banditry of Lonnie; pulled out and had Luanne lick her brother’s shitter clean while Ellen sucked the Stranger’s cock.  By then, Lonnie was ready to explode—his cock.  Soooo, into his Momma’s pussy it went for a good three minutes.  When he came off—Ellen licked out her Mother’s cummy cunt while Luanne sucked her brother’s pud.
	Colleen was beside herself.
	All the while her son’s bone boned her she trembled, shook, and became utterly mindless.  She had tensed up a few times and then—right at the pivotal point of Lonnie’s cumming off inside her she utterly melted.  She sunk into oblivion dejected and broken.
	Lonnie wasn’t much better.  During his fuck of his own Mother his mind began to tighten—there was sincere concentration on the deed he was performing—all that mattered was the end result.  Afterwards, his mind began to blank out—cumming was everything but the realization that he had CUM in his Mom!?  Wow.
	Once more and Luanne settled onto her Mother’s face; this time, though, actually sitting.  She lay her backside down on her Mother’s front side, legs spread wide.  The Stranger Intruder then licked the girl’s cunny, fingered it, then peed on it.  The urine splash trickled down onto Colleen’s face but she was effectively unawares.
	The Stranger fucked Luanne giving her a little spunk for his effort.
	Lonnie stuffed his sister’s cunt—and was spanked by hand and then frying pan while he did so.  While the boy rested, weeping and cringing on the floor under the table, the Intruder put his steaming tool to Ellen (while she took her place on her Mother’s face…)
	In the end,
	Lonnie’s mouth engulfed his Mother’s cunt; his mind, his body, were well frapped and basically desensitized.  Which was good ‘cause he never felt the tightening of the sash cord about his neck.  After the boy had collapsed to the floor twitching his final twitches, the Strange Intruder turned Colleen over as she still lay on the table.  She was spanked—bare handed and with the frying pan before the Intruder put his tool into her ass and roughly sodomized her all the while the infamous sash cord tightened about her neck.  On the floor were Luanne and Ellen with their eyes bulging and sash cord burn mark about their necks.

	Not far away…
	Not far away parked under a great massive elm tree giving gracious shade, Micha Allbetthouse enjoyed a fantastic blowjob from his best friend’s fifteen year old girl, Nellie.  Yeah, the same girl getting boinked by Lonnie and the girl’s brother.  
	Micha was seriously into getting into Nellie’s mouth.  Seriously.  The girl was good; she was a bit of a bitch—to her brother and to Micha’s children; she wasn’t all that nice but had the persona of being so.  She was a liar, a snob, a conniving little bitch who somehow most times got her way.
	As she sucked Mr. Allbetthehouse’s cock, she grinned, worked the man’s pleasing shaft and his balls, and had something on her mind.  Just what was not known.  She wore a nice light cotton summery dress; her panties of light blue were on the floorboard of Micha’s pick-up.  The steering wheel was tilted all the way up allowing Micha to scrunch down in the cab’s bench seat to get at the cocksucking girl’s ass.  This paved way for Nellie to come to rest fully on Micha’s body—coming to a 69ing position.

	Micha’s hands moved up all over Nellie’s thighs and ass.  He squeezed her cheeks, drove his tongue to both her pussy and asshole and clumsily worked his work pants and underwear down his legs and off along with his boots.  It was a bit of a security risk but he put his ankles up on the window sill of the driver’s door allowing him to open his legs giving Nellie better room to service him.
	Just as Micha got his tongue seriously going in Nellie’s well fucked gash and did Nellie tighten up on his prong.  At first it felt kinda good and Mr. A presumed that he had touched a nerve in the naughty girl.  He smacked her ass and drove his cock into her mouth and felt her slobbers drizzling down his cock coating his balls.
	Then something a little odd—
	The girl’s slobbers were kinda warm—sticky.
	Also, dramatic to intense painful discomfort coming from his cock.  The girl was apparently biting his cock and doing so intently.  The girl then began to twitch and contort so to the point Micha began to worry—she was choking!  As he struggled to sit up something went terribly wrong as something came around his neck tightening to the point whereas he himself was choking.

*

Mind shock
	Her panties were wet.  All eyes were upon her lily white bare ass as well as her wet panties being slowly taken down.  A stiff breeze howled around outside from the high mountains cold stirring up scents of wild roses and various strong herbs from the nearby meadow.  April’s eyes were fixed on the eleven year old girl and the teenager in front of her stripping her clothes off.
	Two boys were now present, along with three more girls—Dmitri Tsugua had been a busy guy!  Bryan Leachswim and Corey Solrack were the two boys; Bonnie Handmama, Lauren Gniking, and Lana Jilljack were the “new girls.”  All acquired from the mountain area camping with their families; Bryan and Corey were boy scouts who had “gotten lost”—just a little off their path and were almost on the right path when they encountered a one Dmitri Tsugua.
	April was shocked, stunned, awed, floored when one by one; two by two, the newcomers piled into the van.  Fear of being “shocked” and stunned by means of the man’s stun gun kept her (and her young friend, Amy, in line to be sure.)  To instill upon the girl(s) that he meant business, April had been “touched” by the stun gun and she didn’t want to be “touched” by it again—so she’d promised to behave.

	That was a hard stretch when the mindless Sara Beesweat was stripped of her clothes.  It had been two days for April and Amy; during which time they had been spanked, fucked, spanked, peed on, and forced to tongue each other while being sodomized.
	Thereafter,
	One by one; two by two.
	By then, the EMAD had dried out some—some.  It still was not 100 percent but Dim would take what he could get.  And he took; Sara, Bryan, Corey, Bonnie, Lauren, and Lana!
	There was something (special?) about Sara.  A look about her was captivating, a naiveness; small breasts, a little bit of a butt, super duper bunch of thick brown hair tied back behind her going almost to her butt.  Dim liked her smile—and small breasts, bit of butt…
	After feeling of her butt she was brought right in between his legs; his hands went up and down her body with strong intent on her ass.  Watching absorbedly the boys Bryan and Corey; attentively watching in horrified awe, everyone else.  Mostly, April.  None of the girls—or boys, could believe what was going on or what they were seeing OR what they were going to be a part of. 
	Spreading her legs a little, Dim ran a finger up and down the mindless girl’s pussy but found himself more in tune with her eyes than his fingering of her.
	‘virgin?’ he minded to her.
	No answer; she looked sad, downtrodden.
	‘do you—play naughty with yourself?’
	A blank stare; Dim felt he was on the wrong track.  Something was up with the young girl, though—and he wanted to find out what.  Still fingering her, cupping her butt, the mind probing went on.
	‘have been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to do?’ Dim was fishing trying to find that right spot.  Sara merely shrugged—he was close.
	Then a revelation—‘do you get spanked?’ by chance?
	Sara nodded.
	Ah ha!
	Dim caressed her butt—with both hands.
	‘does your daddy spank you?’
	Sara nodded that it was so.
	Bad grades, chores not done, getting home late, messy room, sometimes backtalking—but she was just taking a stance for herself, and sometimes just for no reason at all.
	‘bare butt spanking?’
	Yes.
	‘bare handed spanking?’
	That, too; sometimes a handmade paddle.
	‘and a belt?’
	The girl pursed her lips and shuddered.  A belt was also used sometimes.
	Dim brought her to him, hugging her and loving her, patting her backside with more specific attention to her butt.  A light kiss to her then turning his head to boy scout Bryan, “take off your clothes.”
	‘ever see a girl—naked?’
	Bryan stood stark naked; his penis was average, white/pinkish, and hard.
	He HAD seen girls naked, little ones.  No girls in his social, his peers, or older than five.  Of course, he had seen girls in their swimwear; he had seen panties at the department store but he had not seen girls in their underwear OR naked.  And that he did really-really want to.  He was a boy scout, had some badges, was well respected, honor student at school, sung in the church choir, but he was a boy, too; he was twelve years young—six months from being thirteen, and harbored normal thoughts regarding girls, their underwear, and their nakedness.  Typically normal.
	‘does your daddy put his BIG finger in you?’ curious mind wanted to know.
	Sara nodded.
	The BIG finger wasn’t going into her pussy—that was still mostly virginal.
	‘your daddy puts his BIG finger—into your butt hole?’
	Yep.
	Mouth, too.
	And between her legs (just grinding there.)
	She also jerked him off to the point whereas he would cum onto her face.
	What a guy!
	Dim hugged her, caressed her backside, then positioned her on her knees whereas she could address Bryan’s throbbing hard twelve year old cock.  She sucked it like she knew how—much to the disdain of April who looked on with eyes wide and mouth even wider.
	“Get over here!” Dim demanded of her.
	Timidly, breaking down some, April Capaheart crawled nakedly over to come to rest on her knees beside the naked Bryan (and Sara.)  Sara sucked and sucked and sucked and sucked.  She had talent!  April didn’t particularly care for cocksucking—but in the days of being with Dmitri Tsugua she had serviced his pud more than once (and still didn’t like it!)
	Bryan was a cummer—he admitted pleasing himself—but not other cocks.  He humped his bed; he humped his hand; he had humping thoughts—but only of girls and not guys.  Typical boy.
	After a few minutes of hard earnest suck-suck-sucking by Sara, it was April’s turn.  Inasmuch as the young girl opposed slurping Dim’s schlong, she sighed (a sign of being broken) and with eyes closed slurped Bryan’s schlong.
	When Bryan’s eyes began to flutter, ass muscles tighten, fists clenching—
	April gagged and reared her head back spurting out the goo that had come forth from Bryan’s cock.  “OH!  GROSS!” she choked.  While slurping Dim’s cock—not an ounce of spunk had he been able to spew.  Dim smiled—more to cum!  More to cum!
*

A Psychiatrist and the Proctologist have gone into business together and have decided to name their combined business:  Dr. Smith & Dr. Jones:  Hysterias and Posteriors

	Bryan liked his first blowjob, it was way better than humping his bed OR his hand!  Way better.  He liked even more when Dim positioned Sara on his lap leaning her back.  Then, Bryan, on his knees between the girl’s opened legs, applied his tongue to the girl’s crevice.  His first Up Close and Very Personal viewing of a girl’s pussy.  He had to pause a moment to take it in; a very fine layer of pubes there was; the pussy itself was puffy, flat, enticing.
	As Bryan noshed at the “Y”,
	“Take off your clothes.” to eleven year old Corey Solrack.
	Not surprisingly, Corey had a boner, too.
	The next command for Bryan was too much—for both he and April.
	“Put it in her.” was the command.
	And with Sara laying out across Dim’s lap, legs open, pussy well licked, Bryan with a raging boner—it was only obvious what was intended.  April shook her head conveying “NO!  Please!  Don’t!”  Bryan was unsure—he kinda sorta wanted to (fuck) but not under the circumstances.
	Dim caressed the boy’s ass—as April and Amy had been schooled in what would happen when there was non-compliance, Bryan had also been schooled (and didn’t like it.)  Bryan sighed and stepped up gliding his cock against the girl’s cunny.  Pursing his lips tightly he began making entry.  April closed her eyes tightly and wept.

	The “coating” on his dick was displeasing.  His mouth hung open and he gawked long and hard.  Dim had a helluva time assuring the lad that “it’s normal, don’t worry about it.”  The damn EMAD still wasn’t up to par.

	Using Sara’s own panties—Bryan cleaned off his own cock and sat down.  He was still bewildered but it would pass (his cock was still hard, too!)  Dim massaged Sara’s pussy; his eyes went over the group one by one.  Mostly April and then Amy; Amy avoided dead-on locking eyes—in the back of her mind she knew her fate (rape, sodomy, oral).  April?  Not so much mindless per se as she was shock at the audacity.
	After much ado about massaging the skinny eleven year old’s pussy—Corey Solrack got the nod to come take his place between the girl’s legs.  Corey hadn’t seen a girl naked, either—not even a little one.  (he didn’t even jerk off!)
	With a little encouragement—the boy put his tongue to Sara’s fresh fucked cunt and licked.  Bryan lay off to one side casually/methodically massaging his aching cock.  He was greatly confused; it felt good—but it was wrong.  But, he also knew that he had been electronically coerced.  Soooo, he was resolved to “go with the flow!”
	Corey pumped steadily into Sara’s pussy—the act was a pure marvel to the young boy.  His conceptual ideas of “sex” were limited; he wasn’t naïve he just didn’t pay attention.  Sex was not a prominent thing for him; playing video games, playing soccer, baseball, hiking, climbing hills, riding his bike, that sort—typical normal boy type things.
	After getting his dick going into Sara’s pussy, though—sex seemed to take a number one spot on his list of likes.  He liked fucking—a lot!  Dim caressed his ass all the while he pumped.  And all the while Corey pumped and Dim caressed his ass—April looked on with much condescension.
	After Corey went to the brink of orgasm—and then blew a healthy load of spunk matter blowing his mind, Bryan was brought back into position.  Corey took a time out, wiping his dick clean with April’s panties.  His young pecker was steaming!  He stared and stared at it—April had to sit with her legs opened wide, shoulders and hands back so as she was fully exposed.  Amy lay on her stomach (with her ass up) so as Corey could ogle them with all his awe.
	Meanwhile,
	Sara was turned over and lightly spanked—by both Dim and Bryan.  Bryan’s cock had maintained a steady erection; Dim caressed it, cupped and fondled his barely hairy balls, then parted Sara’s ass having Bryan ogle the girl’s crack and hole.  He had no idea and never seen a girl that way.
	“Lick her.” he was told.
	Bryan had to be more schooled in the fine art of “rim jobbing.”
	Making a face, it was clear that the boy didn’t like the “taste” of rimming.
	Shoving his fuck stick into the girl’s “rim” was a fair bit better—it was a hole and one that was receptive to his plunger.  April shook her head holding the defiling act in high disdain.
	After Bryan had gotten his nuts off and once more lay on the floor of the van with a steaming schlong and great ache—but reeling in the pleasure of his devilish deed just the same.  Corey took his turn but DID NOT have to lick Sara’s cum fucked hole—he merely stuffed the hole with his dick and went for it.
	To further lambast April’s mind; after Corey got his young rocks off—Dim did likewise.  Repositioning Sara on his lap he held her, hugged her, kissed her, then manipulated his cock into her.  It was a nice tight/snug fit with almost all of his 7-incher invading her.  Cupping her ass he moved her up and down his shaft and by the time he was cumming off he WAS invading all the way in her!
	Afterwards, nap time—after clean-up.
	The EMAD was of no help.  Undeterred, Dim secured his “passengers” so he could sleep and then did so—tomorrow was another day.  April did little sleeping, Amy wept herself to sleep; two other girls yet to be introduced clung to one another and went off to dreamland.  Bryan and Corey were more than mindless and after cleaning up their aching private parts fell asleep, too.
	Come the new morn—
	Just after sunrise and the girls, Sara, Bonnie, Lauren, Lana, April, and Amy, stood shoulder to shoulder outside the van—peeing.  Peeing while standing.  The boys, who also peed while standing, were in awe watching the girls pee—while standing.  Bryan and Corey were a little concerned with the two youngest girls, especially the youngest one, Lana.  Corey wasn’t sure but Bryan knew—eventually, before it was over—he would be doing to them what he had done to Sara.  And he would  be right!

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	After the girls had peed, one by one they were held, hugged, wiped, caressed, fingered, and took a seat on Dim’s lap (in various positions.)  Sitting on his lap, facing him, April C stared into his eyes communicating “I HATE YOU” with every fiber of her being.  Dim was cool with that.  He caressed her ass, cupped it, then raised her up so as her lovely teenage cunt could slid down on his shaft.
	The girl trembled as his cock entered her.  The way she was positioned and with everyone on their knees behind her watching—they all got an absolute introduction to sex ed way too close and way too personal.  Every inch of Dim’s dick entered the girl.  The group behind saw the full vaginal penetration, they saw his cock, his balls, and April’s asshole.  It was quite an eye opener.  Quite!

	He didn’t cum off, though.  There were the stirrings of such an event stirring but Dim held off.  April shuddered and had her own stirring orgasm—she did try to stop it but was unable and succumbed to releasing her cunny juices.  She shuddered again and then again as Dim’s invader slipped out of her.  Dim maintain his hug on her—mostly poking her asshole with his aching smoldering prong.
	No penetration, though; saving that for later.  He did, though, turn the girl around, spread her legs over his legs opening her nakedness up for all to gawk at (and they did (especially the boys) gawk.)  And gawking boy number one, Bryan, got the call to come up.  His preteen prick was hard; on coercion from Dim, April reluctantly fondled the boy’s erection and his fuzzies.  Then, of course, she guided the hard member into her cunny.  Everyone was brought up closer to see the fuck in action.
	And what action it was!
	Once young Bryan got going it didn’t seem to matter that the girl was unwilling, that he was a scout, a Christian, or anything—all that mattered was the fuck.  To say the least—Bryan was awed at himself at what he had done.  It was betrayal of unimaginable consequence but Bryan was twelve and those matters were not known to him.  All he knew was that fucking pussy was the greatest thing ever!
	Scoring the game winning run (baseball)—oh yeah!  That was cool.
	Ice cream/cake for birthday?  Hell yeah!
	Making the Dean’s list—you betcha; that rocked!
	A girl asking Him out on a date?  Super!
	But cumming off in a girl’s pussy?  No words were made that could describe that feeling.  And unfortunately it was short lived and not so long lasting.  Well, not in the dick anyways.  In the mind—in the mind the feeling of cumming off (in a girl’s pussy) was da bomb and had many lasting lingering memories.  Sex was kind of then not unlike a drug—the illicit and illegal kind.  A kind of euphoric feeling, dopamine, was released in the mind, body, and soul during and long after sex requiring a repeat to get that sensation back.
	Soaring down a roller coaster at break-neck speeds?  Oh yeah!
	Bicycle riding down thru a mountain trial?  Wowville!
	Scoring the highest in archery—tremendous feeling of accolades from friends and family.  Canoeing white water rapids, parasailing off a canyon, hang gliding, surfing, pizza party, swim party, life was as good as it was without having to add sex into the mix.  With sex—everything else paled.
	Next came Corey.
	There was hesitation but the boy with the decent hard-on did the deed and like Bryan, once he was IN and pumping the dishonor of screwing a girl he didn’t know and against her will was no longer a factor.  All that mattered was the fuck.
	When the young boy had gone all that he could go and gave a pleasing amount of jiz for his efforts—then fell away to marvel and be delirious, Dim put the girl on her hands and knees, spanked her, anointed her ass(hole) with his pee, then ceremoniously shoved his fuck stick into her (backdoor) and had himself a doggie style time!

	“I hate you.” April’s sentiment rang thru and thru; she damned him, condemned him, despised him.  Had the mind altering device worked fully to its abilities he could have “altered” her thinking to a more pleasant acceptance.  But as it was—he had to deal with her as she was.
	Force and threat, though, went a long way in curbing the group’s possible plans of escape or causing trouble.  And after a couple of hours rest, some breakfast, watching some deer fuck, a red tailed hawk come to light in a tree and shit on a black bear scratching himself in the deep meadow it was back to business as usual.
	Sara and April had been “visited” by the boys, Bryan and Corey—and Dmitri.  Bryan and Corey had gotten to “visit” the girls firstly; after the girls had been well fingered by the captor.  Thereafter, and sometimes during, they had been sodomized; sodomized, spanked, peed on, and so on and on so.
	On doing Amy, she was good—real good.  Dim’s thoughts were, though, on her friend, April.  All the while he “put it to her” his eyes were locked on April who lay curled up despising him.  Dim’s concentration on the task of fucking Amy waned and though he had cum and did a really nice job of it—the umph was lacking due to April’s disdain stare down of him.
	The EMAD could fix that.  
	He did enjoy fucking Amy; she was young, pretty, fuckable.  There was pure joy watching as Bryan and Corey slipped their schlongs into her poon—poon and pooter.  Watching the boys spank her, lick her asshole, pee on her poon, all gave cause for Dim a reason to live.
	Sinking his cock into her sex cemented that feeling.
	After sufficient resting, some refreshment, some cleanup, it was Lauren’s turn.  Bryan and Corey had enjoyed what they got to do with April, Amy, and Sara.  Of course neither boy thought of sex or that they would be engaging in such activities as they were.  Screwing April was a serious wow factor; sinking their puds into Sara and Amy doubled that sentiment.
	The boys weren’t too crazy about being manhandled; while they put their prongs to the girls—Dim would fondle their swinging balls, caress their ass, SPANK their ass, and so on.  Neither boy was into the “gay” scene.  Not yet.

	Lauren Gniking; a very lovely girl, girlish face, chubby cheeks, lily white skin, beautiful hair of honey brown, incredible blue eyes, curious as all get out.  Dim had heard her fart which was why he decided to “acquire” her from the general store.  Simple jeans, simple long sleeved top, hiking shoes.  She wore a watch (with an accompanying tracking device) and simple earrings.  The watch was attached to one of the stray doggies that hung about the general store and that was that.
	April closed her eyes in despair as the pretty young girl (ten) assumed the position on Dmitri’s lap.  She had prior undressed before everyone the previous days when having her morning pee—standing shoulder to shoulder with the other girls at the break of dawn—naked.  Like with Sara, the bastard Dmitri held her, fingered her, caressed her ass, then “presented” her to the boys.
	Bryan was aware of April’s glare (and despondency) but there was nothing he could do.  The threat of punishment via the stun gun was not to his liking; an opportunity may present itself was their thinking—there was nothing else to do but to “go with the flow.”	
	Corey had no opinion; he didn’t want shocked/electrocuted, either.  Besides, screwing a girl was awesome!  Awesome!
	The girls, of course, didn’t think getting dicked by the boys was “awesome.”
	Being molested by their kidnapper was less appealing.
	The damned EMAD would have helped their thinking there…
	Lauren had managed to hold her composure; she didn’t particularly care for being “fingered” and cared less for when Dmitri penetrated her virgin asshole with his finger.  She squirmed and made a face as Bryan took his stance on his knees before the girl’s nakedness.  He eyed her young cunny and though she was just a year younger than Sara, she looked even younger and that sorta/kinda bothered the young boy scout.
	But his mouth went down to the young girl’s pussy just the same.
	As he licked—he got a nice little hard-on and Dim was pleased.
	Lauren fidgeted—and got her butt pinched as a result.  She settled down but it wasn’t easy.  Dim didn’t make the matter any better as his rock hard cock pocked her very-very virgin asshole.  Already she had had to hold it, massage it, cup his balls, AND kiss the head.  And after Bryan had licked and licked and licked on her dainty poon—she also licked and licked and licked on his cock.
	After much licking—fucking!
	Bryan did hesitate—Lauren was ten, it was a bit too young for him under the circumstances.  But a hard look from his captor and Bryan began the tedious task of violating Lauren’s cunny.  And violate he did.  The boy pumped slow at first but as the girl’s tight virgin pussy gave way and excited his loins he stepped up his thrusting and “got after it.”
	There wasn’t much blood coating Bryan’s cock and balls; less than there was from Sara.  Dim caressed the boy’s pumping ass, squeezed the cheeks, and grinded his cock against Lauren’s ass.  His dark eyes were locked, though, solely on the staring disbelieving April who had at first been sending him stares of pure I HATE YOU and I DESPISE YOU and I WISH YOU WERE DEAD.  As the act of forced sex between Bryan and Lauren commenced the girl lowered her head dispirited, dejected, despondent.
	Bryan completed his deed with a mighty thrust, pump, and audible announcement “I’M CUMMING!”  The boy’s cock stretched inside Lauren’s snatch and his cum was squirting back out along his stretched shaft.  Dim massaged the girl’s aching cunt while the boy who had caused that ache fell away.
	Corey took his turn; then Lauren was turned over, spanked some more, fingered, explored, then by then Bryan was mostly capable of backdoor banditry.  First, though—he had to lick the girl’s bung hole.  That part he wasn’t so keen on doing but did it—as he had licked out April, Amy, and Sara’s holes.  After much licking—plunging!

*

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	Watching the big buck fuck was captivating—even April was awed.  Out in the meadow the massive very tan Mule deer (Odocoileus hemionus); he was a big one being about three hundred pounds, 45-inches at the shoulder, and sporting a BIG deer dick!
	And after he schlepped that big deer dick into one doe—he banged off into another—and then another!  Dim was proud—they had a connection!  After watching the big dicked buck fuck—back to business in the van.
	April Capaheart—fucked pussy, mouth, asshole; spanked, peed on.
	Amy Dogsmell—fucked pussy, mouth, asshole; spanked, peed on.
	Sara Beesweat—fucked pussy, mouth, asshole, spanked, peed on.
	Lauren Gniking—fucked pussy, mouth, asshole; spanked, peed on.
	Bryan Leachswim—fucked in the ass, mouth, spanked, balls peed on.
	Corey Solrack—fucked in the ass, mouth, spanked, balls peed on.
	Check, check, check; check, check, and check.  
 	The two boys were easily were easily swayed into messing with the girls.  The was reluctance, concern, hesitation, but fear of having the pen-like stun gun shoved up their ass AND turned on was a great motivator in participating in the shenanigans of messing with the girls.  
	Pussy, mouth, asshole.
	Mouth, asshole.
	Spanking.  Peeing.
	Mind boggling.
	Young Bryan was in a “phase” unbound; never-ever had he thought of being in such a position; the situation was unknown to him—but, it was one of which he secretly was not so opposed to.  So long as no one seriously got hurt or harmed then he was a go.  Sinking his cock into the girls—wow!  The factor was ten to the power of ten doubled!  The sensation was akin to taking powerful mind blowing drugs—he never understood why people smoked pot, took other forms of illicit drugs, did crack, heroin, and high potent prescription drugs—until his cock squirted off liquid albeit gooey love into the pussy of April, Amy, Sara, Lauren.
	The spanking, too, wasn’t so bad—at first, he didn’t care for it.  He didn’t like giving OR receiving.  Having his balls peed on and peeing on Corey’s balls—that was weird.  Peeing on the girls—even weirder.  Licking the girls’ bung holes—way weird.  Butt fucking was—in a class by itself.  He knew that a girl peed from between her legs, her pussy as he was schooled—but she POOPED from her butt!
	The spanking.  Bryan, at first, didn’t particularly care to spank the girls.  Not at first.  Then, he sorta/kinda got into it.  So long as he didn’t overdo it and go to hard or make the girl twist or turn her butt brilliant red—then it was kinda/sorta ok.  Kinda/sorta.
	Being spanked himself was—weird.  More “weird” stuff was to come.
	Pussy, mouth, asshole—repeat.  Bryan’s cock got a helluva a workout and then some.  He didn’t like the “force” of the doing the reluctant girls, but he in no way wanted to be electrocuted OR to see one of the girls electrocuted because of him.  Privately, secretly, he enjoyed screwing April; ditto for Amy, ditto for Sara, and the same sentiment for Lauren although she was a year younger than Amy and Sara.  His cock was totally enthralled going into those girls’ poons; getting a blowjob from them was a wow factor he just couldn’t fathom.
	Going up a girl’s bung hole still was a confounding venture.	
	Peeing on a girl’s pussy he just couldn’t put words to.
	Peeing on Corey’s balls was another mind blowing experience.
	Corey peeing on HIS balls—ditto experience.
	Then there was Lana.
	Lanna Jilljack.  She was a really cute girl; light brown hair, blue eyes, and seven years young.  She had a delightful little laugh, very good manners, white-white teeth, well groomed, and giggled all the while she “stood” up to pee.  And she was all of seven years young—not eight years young until eight more months!

	Bryan had issues with doing anything with or to the little girl.  She was out of range of molesting and doing anything to her just made him uncomfortable.  A long hard stare, though, from the kidnapper put young Bryan in the motion of following direction.  He didn’t really want to; he hadn’t really wanted to with the other girls—it was a “forced” situation and that rubbed him.  But under the circumstances—he sighed and leaned in licking out Lana Jilljack’s little hairless pussy.
	Already the seven year old had been fairly well molested; Dim uncovered that she was getting hammered from behind (in the behind) by two older brothers; neither were teenagers yet, though.  Her young pussy, though, was still virginal (but both brothers were adamant about humping her there.)
	Lana was held, hugged, patted, petted, rubbed, fingered, probed, and loved on by Dmitri; lightly he patted her butt in a spanking manner but not hard.  All over her young naked body his teenage cock went; she gripped the dong, masturbated it, kissed the head AND sucked it much-much to the dismay of the disapproving April.
	A poke (with dick) to Lana’s pert little dirt chute, a rub against her virginal pussy, a hump to her very sweet face, then some serious fingering of her dirt chute and virginal pussy before situating her on his lap, spreading her legs and directing Bryan to “get after it.”
	Bryan closed his eyes and put his tongue to Lana’s pussy.  He licked and licked and licked; lapped and lapped, and got hard—harder—hardest.  It was an instinctive type thing and he couldn’t help it.  It was a pussy—pure and simple.  Regardless of age—it was pussy and Bryan liked it—a lot!
	Somehow he got over the age hang up of little Lana and did the deed that was despicable and damming.  And once he got going—well, he got going.  There was blood, snugness, tightness, and after five furious minutes of pumping something of an orgasm.  Young Bryan had no “cum” to dispense but a small amount of clear liquid ultra sticky goo.  And although there was pleasure in “cumming” or experiencing something of an orgasm—young Bryan just didn’t feel good about it.
	Little Lana felt even less.
	After some cleanup, some rest, refreshments, and Dim massaging the little girl’s pussy, Corey took his turn.  Corey, like Bryan, wasn’t so inclined to debauch but also didn’t want punishment to himself or anyone else because of his reluctance.  His concerns, though, interrupted his pumping action; his penis slipped out a few times; he humped the girl’s slit and very muchly did not want to continue.
	So he didn’t.
	And only a few swift spanks to his ass did he receive.
	Later on,
	Peeing standing up AND in front of everyone was embarrassing; going Number Two (pooping) went beyond that into the realm of disgusting.  April had to crap and outside the van on her hands and knees (like a dog) she passed turds.  And everyone watched.
	Sara, Lauren, Lana, and Bonnie followed.
	The boys got to squat off to the side to do their personal crapping business.
	Afterwards they trekked out to the meadow and took a refreshing (but chilling) dip in the mountain meadow pond.  There, Dim dipped his wick into Bonnie Handmama.  She was twelve and was having an on-going occasional sexual relationship with her fourteen year old brother AND his best friend.
	Evening type time was coming on; carried on the light mountain breeze were telltale sounds of campers nearby; not too close but they could be heard across the meadow, thru the woods, and many of them.  Dmitri was seriously putting it to the brotherly lover (plus one) when—
	April Capaheart bolted.
	So did Bryan Leachswim.
	April went right, Bryan tripped and fell in the meadow pond but swum out and after crawling over a log hauled ass thru the meadow as fast as he could.
	“SHIT!  PISS!  FUCK!” Dim shouted to himself and went after April first.
	“Don’t you fucking move an inch!” he screamed at the remaining non-fleeing kids.  They nodded and huddled together crying.
	Being evening type time there was limited light—but he saw well enough to pursue the fleeing April who turned once to scream “KEEP AWAY FROM ME!”  Dim smacked his knee into an unseen knee height tree limb, his left knee smacked a jutting boulder; a small unseen log tripped him up sending him cartwheeling onto the narrow nature path.  Dips, sharp rocks, limbs, all sought to slow him up and allow his quarry to continue her fleeing.
	When the fleeing prey turned to shout down her pursuer, then turn to continue her fleeing—she smacked her head on a low slung tree limb sending her backwards and almost knocking her out.  Dim caught her.  The fight was on—somehow, amazingly, thirteen year old April had a hell of a lot of fight in her and managed to kick Dim in the balls very nearly debilitating him.  Seventeen year old Dim retched and had tears in his eyes, his balls were screaming as much as the girl was screaming.  Dim, though, managed to grab one of April’s flailing arms and send her flying face first into a boulder knocking the air out of her and sending her into convulsions as she struggled to regain herself.

	In a fury, Dim grabbed the girl and flung her HARD into the boulder face again, then pinned her and wished the Strangler was with him.  But he wasn’t.  Dim put a knee to the girl’s bum and pressed her as hard as he could to the rock before throwing her to the ground—there he did pounce on her and there he did rape her.
	The attack was not for sexual gratification—his cock wasn’t even hard enough to do (or complete) the job!  He just boned her, slapped her, tweaked her nipples; then, like a caveman, dragged her back to the meadow pond by her hair.  Part of the way the hapless distraught girl managed to get up and stumble walk.  Dim was beat up, cut up, sprained up, and well injured but dire determination and a high state of pissed offedness carried him thru and after half an hour thru the thirteen year old to the others who had remained cuddled to one another.
	Then he spoke to the mountain air,
	“It’d be a good idea to come back!”
	How far Bryan had gone he didn’t know; he could just be “right close” slinking in the meadow or be as far as where the campers were wherever they were.  Dim waited a minute—he still breathed hard and still dismissed the aches and pains his naked body was wrecked with.  Darkness was quickly descending along with a chilling air.
	With a sigh, Dim grabbed little Lana and held her out over the meadow pond by her ankles.  “Either you get your ass back here or she goes in!” Lana tossed and squirmed, but was amazingly held firmly in Dim’s outstretched arm.
	“I’m losing my grip!” Dim announced loudly.
	The kids curled up by the meadow no-bank pond cringed and cried, they begged with April begging the most “Please!” over and over until Bryan Leachswim finally made an appearance.

Consequences
	Minutes later and,
	“I don’t enjoy this.” in a way he did, but…
	The belt snapped and Bryan’s twelve year old body twitched.  Everyone in attendance jumped.  The belt snapped again striking the young boy’s bare ass.  His hands were tied together then hooked over a limb stump of a bark peeling pine tree.  The boy’s ankles were tied tightly together but were allowed to flail madly as the belt smacked his ass.
	A gag in his mouth kept his cries to a minimum.

	April continued to beg—but her predicament was just as dire—hog tied and suspended from a sturdy limb over the encampment.  Some four feet of space from her backside to the ground, her arms and legs were stretched to the max as her hands and ankles were tied tightly together then tied to the rope swing someone had left conveniently for his use.
	Sara Beesweat stood holding April’s head up.  She whimpered and stamped her feet cringing each time the belt snapped and struck Bryan.  Dim’s anger and severe pissed offedness continued to override his body pangs.  He seethed anger and eventually his belt brought blood to weep on Bryan’s ass.
	Dim then turned his pissed offedness to April.
	It was pure dark by then, the only light was from the van’s interior light and Mother Nature.  Dim retrieved something from the van, returned, and peed on April’s pussy.  Thereafter, he jammed fully the pen-like stun gun.
	“I warned you, bitch.” and turned the device on.
	April twitched; she peed and shuddered all over followed by shooting out some liquid poo.
	“You’re killing her!” shouted Sara.
	“She was warned.” Dim said back simply.  He did pull the pen stun gun out of her pussy, though; but not because of Sara’s fears.  Standing precariously on a log he had firstly crying sniveling Lauren suck him—followed by sinking his dick into April’s well fucked cunt.
	He pumped not a minute before pulling out and having Bonnie suck him.
	Another minute or so pumping hard in April’s pussy then Amy sucked him.
	Another minute of dramatic pumping and Lana sucked him.
	Sara took her turn while Amy held April’s head up.
	Then, 
	Dim jammed the pen-like stun gun into April’s asshole—shoved it in DEEP and turned it on.  Talk about freak out!  April wrenched so she wrenched her shoulder sockets out of their sockets!  She twitched and blabbered; Sara and Amy stamped their feet; a cold breeze blew down from the high mountain cold; April’s breathing heaved and became labored—then it stopped.
	Dim ran his hands up and down the girl’s thighs; there was no more twitching, wrenching, or breathing.
	“What’s wrong with her?” Sara asked.
	“Me.” Dim replied.
	Sara didn’t get it.
	An owl made a noise in a nearby tree and snagged something from the meadow pond.  Dim sighed; he hadn’t intended for April’s demise.  It was unfortunate.
	“Get in the van.” Dim said calmly.
	“Is she alright?” Amy asked.
	“GET IN THE VAN!” Dim shouted angrily.
	Amy bolted for the van.
	“ALL OF YOU!”
	The remaining girls and Corey fled to the van leaving Dim to stand with the gently swaying lifeless April Capaheart.
	“Shit.” he said lowly.
	As much as it was awkward fashioning the rope and the girl to the outstretched tree limb, it was even more so with the dead weight of the girl hanging there.  A slice with the hunting knife to the trucker’s rope and the body of April fell with a dead thud to the ground.
	“CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR!” Dim yelled to the children who were cluttered together peering out of the van.  The van door slammed shut and there was no more light save Mother Nature’s natural light.  It was dark.  Damn dark.  Dead dark.

	The air was getting nippy as darkness made itself fully on the mountain.  Despite that, Dim dragged the lifeless body of April C by the feet out to the meadow pond—and took her in.  There was a submerged log therein and there he did place the girl’s body wedging her under the log stuck in the mucky mire of the meadow pond’s earth.
	The bite of cold didn’t fully hit him until he was untying Bryan who was still secured to the tree.  The boy slumped to the ground; Dim squatted beginning to shiver uncontrollably,
	“I warned you, all of you.” he said.  There was more to be said but his body was beginning to freeze from the inside out and then the outside in.  Saying nothing more he stood and made for the van.  Bryan remained curled up freezing also; he finally, though, crawled to the van where the children had opened the door pulling him in.  Dim had fired the van up turning on the heater cranking it to HIGH.
	Sitting in the driver’s seat, Dim brooded for almost an hour.  He shivered and shook uncontrollably finally moving to the passenger area grabbing a blanket and covering up with it.  The kids had all crumbled together with blankets, too.  They shivered as well but not so much from the cold as they did out of fear.
	“Where’s April?” Amy asked on trembling lips.
	“Is she coming?”

	Dim answered nothing.  In an hour when he had stopped shivering so he nakedly drove the van out of the area.  He wasn’t happy about the outcome; he didn’t know how The Strangler could do it so well so many times.  He didn’t believe in the existence of “God”; but then again, he wasn’t sure that there wasn’t.  (Agnostic)  He believed that “when you’re dead—you’re dead.”  There was no “soul”; Heaven & Hell existed in the mind.  Funerals were for the living—what the hell did dead people care how much the family laid out for the coffin and flowers?
	Still, though; Dim was bothered.  He hadn’t intended for April’s death.

*

Is it me -- or do buffalo wings taste like chicken?
	It was probably going to bug him for a long time.  He had helped others go to the “other side” and experience the “after life”; he didn’t think about them and let them go but April—she was different.
	The shenanigans he was involved in had waned—drastically.  He was no longer “in the mood” to do anything with anyone.  Midway down the mountain at a resort area Dim took a dirt road that would put him just behind the resort hotel—separated by heavy overgrowth.  It was noon o’clock.
	At 1 o’clock he was still sitting—still brooding.
	At 2:30 he re-fired the van and motored back up to the mountain top.
	Coming to the dirt road cut off to the impromptued campsite he had just been out and tragedy had befell one of his Subjects he came to a stop.  His hands gripped the steering wheel and he felt a cold chill surge within him.  He had gone too far.  He had gone too far with that police officer some time back—jamming her Glock 9mm up her cornhole and pulling the trigger.  Another nosey cop got her service weapon jammed into her cunt—after Dim had fucked it severely.
	Incidences like those and couple others he immediately discharged to the abyss of his mind.  April, however, remained right in the front of his mind not so easily dismissed.  He sighed deeply and regretted shoving the pen-like stun gun into her asshole.  Too late now.
	Dim returned to the mountain community where there were more cops, state troopers, local constabulary, and redneck vigilantes armed to the teeth.  Yeah, Dim had gone too far in “acquiring” Sara, Bryan, Corey, Bonnie, Lauren, Lana, April, Amy, and April.
	Parking the van on the other side of a five foot natural rock wall sort of kind of shielded it.  He warned the children to “behave” and “don’t make a sound”.  He sounded as serious as he possibly could.  The kids nodded and Dim let them be.  Then he casually strolled back to the general store and then to the restaurant for re-supplies.
	He noted the sign across the street for the two new doctors in town, physicians dabbling in minds and behinds—they had changed their business name “Hysterias and Posteriors” to “Schizoids and Hemorrhoids”.  Dim didn’t think that sign language would last too long either.

	Day Four
	Time was running out; soon he had to make a show at work, home, social.  He had a crew to unload and an EMAD that was finally dry enough to make things right—well, sort of.  He cursed the EMAD for its failings—had the damnedable device been operating correctly then he could have “fixed” April’s mind preventing her escape and subsequent punishment.
	For Sara, Bryan, Corey, the others—just a feeling of “calmness.”  No mind re-wiring; only a mind blanking that even under hypnosis they would not be able to recall anything pertinent enough to satisfy an investigator.  Bryan’s ass still stung from the rash belting he had received at the highly pissed off Dmitri—so to ease his pains, Sara sucked him.
	Seemed the thing to do.
	The boy really wasn’t in the mood; no one was.  The EMAD still wasn’t up to its old former self but at least everyone was calmer and thusly more apt to follow Dim’s “suggestions.”  Sara sucked on Bryan’s cock and then…
	Once the boy was hard the slobbered on schlong went into Sara’s pussy.  The girl laid down inside the van on a pile of cast off clothing; Dim lay beside her fingering/massaging her pussy with his own pud resting against her thigh.  Bryan lay gently on the girl easing his preteen prick into her crevice.  His mind thoughts obliterated the dour happenstance lingering along with his ails; his cock quickly picked up the “good feeling” of fucking and he went for it—for three minutes before blasting a nice hot fresh load of boy spunk.
	Corey came nextly AND came.
	Dim fingered the girl’s pussy relentlessly before sliding on top of her and guiding into her pussy his own pud—this after Bonnie sucked him getting him the hardest ever.  Lauren lay on her back with her legs open fingering herself; Lana was on her hands and knees with her legs open wide giving him an eyeful of her ass, crack, hole, and hairless cunt.  Amy straddled Sara’s face.  This all gave Dim “a reason to live” and a terrific hard-on.  He fucked the young girl giving her a delicious copious load of liquid love four minutes later.

	Refreshment was required; the van door opened and Mother Nature greeted them with fresh mountain air—Dim had gone to the other side of the mountain to an area he knew less about but followed some old sawmill roads to where an old sawmill had once been in operation.  Some deer had come to drink at the creek; woodpeckers were three in the surrounding tall-tall pines; the air fresh, and the passing of April still weighed on Dim’s mind.
	After snacking, peeing, farting while peeing, Bryan on his knees sucking Dim’s cock while Corey on his knees sucking Bryan’s cock.  The EMAD prevented the boys from really knowing what they were doing.  They just did it without thought.  Dim was ok with that—considering, he would take what he could get without having going to extremes.
	As the afternoon warmed, Dim’s mood didn’t settle any more than it did; he just went thru the motions.  The first motion was having Bryan and Corey fuck Sara, then suck him and suck each other.  The next “motion” was Sara on her stomach, ass up a little, and Bryan licking her asshole—followed by fucking it.  Corey fucked the girl’s hole without having to lick the gooied hole first.  The sordid event was being videotaped.  He wished he had of thought of it beforehand in the beginning and not so close to the end of the festivities.
	After Corey got off in Sara’s fuckered funk hole, Dim took his turn spanking the girl’s ass as he drilled.  He wore a black mask that covered most of his face like a certain Spanish Robin Hood swordsman for the peoples did.  After boning Sara there really was no more energy left for the other girls; Bryan and Corey, too, were worn out and required a lot of rest before continuing.  Dim fretted about work, home, social life appearances (for possible alibis if so needed).  The kids and Dim napped until evening type time.
	Thereafter,
	Bonnie “I’m an incestuous slut” Handmama.  She sucked good dick; her brother’s and his best friend mostly and mainly.  She didn’t really like the taste of spunk matter but dealt with it anyways.  She enjoyed masturbating her brother and watching him cum; she enjoyed her brother licking her out, spanking her, fucking her asshole, and running around the house naked and running outside in the backyard naked (this done at nighttime).
	Dim enjoyed her, too; he went first after licking out her pussy and getting sufficiently hard to bone her.  Cupping her ass he went into her sex gently almost cumming off straightaway.  He pumped and pumped and went a full five minutes before cumming—bottom of the balls cum (that clear liquid sperm).  Some suckling on the girl’s very nice apple sized titties and grinded on her pussy until he nearly passed out from exhaustion.

	Lauren licked out on Bonnie’s cum laden pussy then sucked on Bryan’s cock as an afterthought.  Bryan was like Dmitri and barely had the umph to fuck the twelve year old incestuous slut—but he managed AND managed to come up with some delicious cum!  Both Lauren and Lana licked the spunk from Bonnie’s well fucked cunt while Sara sucked Corey who was next in line to drive Bonnie to sexual oblivion.
	And after Corey did his thing—another rest break.
	After the rest break—Lauren got boned, spanked, and buggered.
	Dim barely had enough cock strength to do the job; he had Lana suck his dick while Sara and Bonnie lay 69ing one another.  The visual of the girls licking each other out and the seven year old sucking him helped—somewhat.  He had managed fairly well to fuck Lauren’s mouth, hump her titties, hump her sweet little face, then fuck fully her delightfully tight cunt.  Getting up her ass, though, required the visual aid.
	Still, though, it was tough going.
	Bryan and Corey had the same problems.
	Another rest break followed.

Are you lost or do you just don’t know where you are?
	The 5th Day
	Work.  Dim had to make a showing at his workplace; he was in good with his Boss and kind of sort of had it over on his Boss—the Boss trusted no one with his shady business dealings other than Dmitri Tsugua.  But Dmitri also knew that “he could be replaced” by any number of lackies, flunkies, and suck-ups.  The kids were put in “sleep-mode”; the van parked not in the regular employee parking lot (‘cause Dmitri was not a regular employee by a longshot) but behind the warehouse and sump where he worked mostly.
	This allowed him to keep an eye on the kids, check on the periodically, and take a brief rest spell with them.  Thankfully, and luckily, the Boss didn’t have any special “work” for Dim to do so after work he carted the kids to his home.  It was kinda way dangerous but his Dad was on a fishing trip with his buddies for the weekend and his Mom was in Hawaii—for a week!
	It was late when Dim pulled into the drive—he drove all the way up to the garage and had to spend half an hour moving stuff around in the garage to be able to pull it all the way.  There was just barely enough clearance all the way around.  Thereafter he escorted the Subjects into the house and to the bathroom.  His mean streak had all but disappeared.  He had had the kids several days and gotten to like them—a lot!  Sara especially had a special place in his heart (and on his dick!)  He like Lauren and Bonnie a whole lot, too.  Little Lana was in a category by herself.  As were the boys, Bryan and Corey.
	And April’s friend, Amy.
	Dim sighed and wouldn’t look the girl in the eye.
	Later on, after each Subject had had a shower, some food and drink and then a spot in his room to lay down and sleep in cool comfort, Dim took Amy to himself and cried.  He was mournfully sorry and apologetic.  Of course, Amy was a mindless zombie so his emotions were for himself.
	Just before his emotions drained him sending him to exhausted Slumber Land, he heard a noise.  In the hallway the wood floor had a certain spot that creaked.  The house of his parents was over thirty years old and there were “creaks” everywhere.  Sara lay curled up on his bed with Lana and Lauren.  Bonnie was sandwhiched on the floor on an air mattress between the boys.
	For a long minute he sat perfectly absolutely still.
	Sure, the house creaked on its own—settling still after thirty years.  The change in temperature caused most creakings.  So did a trespasser.  A slight fear began to creep into Dim’s soul—then,
	“Seth?” he called out on almost trembling lips.
	It wouldn’t be a far fetched notion.  Dim had followed Seth secretly for a time before he caught on.  If it WAS The Strangler—how long had HE been following Dim?  Or was it his imagination?
	Another long minute—then another—and another.
	Slowly he arose from the floor depositing Amy on the bed where she curled up with the others there.  Dim picked up his baseball bat, hefted it, then stood at the open door of his bedroom peering intently down the hall.  Dim’s room was at the end of the hall, his parents’ room askew up whereas a bathroom was across directly from Dim’s room.
	He waited.
	Nothing seemed to be disturbing the air—or the creaking floorboards.
	Still, though—he waited.
	Nothing moved.  Nothing stirred.  Dim held his breathe—and a pesky fart.  Was there something down at the end of the hall where it emptied into the living room and kitchen?  A form?  Human?  The light switch he wanted was across the hallway—just out of reach.  He’d have to move and stretch to flip it on possibly blinding “whoever” was there—if there was anyone there.  Dim realized, too, that in those fleeting moments of eyes adjusting to sudden illumination he would also be temporarily blinded.
	The pesky fart began to encroach.
	Seth had lots of patience.  Dim had some.
	There had been break-ins in the area but Dim thought a burglar would have given himself away by now.  So he waited—and waited.  It was close to 3AM and Dim really wanted to sleep.  He had to go to work in a few hours.
	Finally,
	“If you’re there, you might as well say Hello.”
	Nothing.
	Fuck it.  Dim stepped across the hall and switched on the light that brought the ceiling light center and the table lamp to life.  True, his eyes were obliterated by the sudden brightness but his ears were ok.
	Nothing.
	He heard no sounds of feet fleeing.  Nothing.
	When his eyes adjusted—there was nothing still.
	The front door was locked.  Backdoor; kitchen door to the garage; locked up tight.  All windows secure.  Dim returned to his bedroom, flopped onto the already overcrowded bed and swore he had just closed his eyes when,
	“RING!  BA-RING!  RING!  BA-RING!” the alarm went off.
	Dim sighed, “this is going to be a bad day.”

All I ask is a chance to prove that money can’t make me happy
	Although it was a Saturday, work at an agricultural warehouse was never ending.  No time for a refreshing shower, Dim hustled his Subjects back into the van, made a quick trip thru a fast food joint, and hauled butt to the warehouse sneaking in the back busying himself just as the Boss made an appearance.  Later on he would doctor his time card to make it right.
	Periodically he had to go out and check on the kids; let them out on the lee side of the van facing the railroad tracks to let them pee and poop.  He napped with them in the air conditioned van falling fast to sleep being over an hour late back to work.  (more doctoring of a time card…)
	With the day over; another fast food stop and then straight home.
	Some friends wanted him to come hang with them but he was not in the mood; and he wasn’t.  Too tired (and shagged out.)  His friends were disappointed—and since he couldn’t come to them—they came to him!  Dim had to hide the kids in his bedroom and lock the door.  It was going to be a long night.

I went to San Francisco.  I found someone’s heart.  Now what?
	Seven peoples were at the house of Tsugua.  Four of them he could do without—and actually he could do without them all.  He wanted to sleep!  To shower, sleep—sleep—and sleep some more.  He had one day off (Sunday) and most of that would be pissed away (sleeping!)  Thing was, though, Dim relied on Joker, Sherry, Keri, Randy, Skank, Gutterboy, and Mindy for fast needful friends who could “do things” in a moment without question.  Alibis were one thing, shelter, aid, someone to stand up with against opposing forces of one kind or another were something else.
	Joker smoked some weed and wasn’t much into the festivities once he passed out.  Sherry was good—and mostly naked.  She was a little stoned herself as was the other female member of the group, Keri; but Keri was more cognizant of her surroundings and awareness.
	Pot smoking, drinking beer, watching something stupid on the television, listening to extreme hard rock, and general chatting.  When midnight rolled in and Dim was about dead on his feet—and everywhere else, all but Keri and Dim were awake.  They went outside to the cool air, cool fresh air.  Dim wanted to sleep; Keri wanted to talk.
	“I’m thinking about leaving.” she said at length.
	“What?  Leaving?  Where?  Why?”
	“My Dad and me aren’t getting along so well after all.” she said sounding dejected.
	“Bummer.” Dim replied.  “Going to go to your Mom’s?”
	“Nah, bitch didn’t want me so fuck her!” said with a little umph and pissed.
	“You gotta have a place to go.”
	Keri didn’t reply.
	Dim wanted to sleep.  He sorta wanted to fuck Keri; he had boned her Mom!
	Then Dim had a thought.
	The Dim farted and the “thought” evaporated with the sullen funky air.
	Keri bobbed her head to her upraised knees—‘you disgusting turd!’ 
 	“I don’t know what’s up with my Dad; we’re fighting all the time!”
	With a sigh, Dim laid his head down—‘maybe if I stuck my dick in her mouth she’d shut up.’
	“I can probably hang out with a couple of girlfriends,” she said lowly, “for awhile.”  and on and on she went.
	Just then a falling star (meteor) came sailing across the sky its green tail illuminating the dismal inky darkness for a few seconds.
	“Quick,” Dim said, “make a wish!”
	Keri was quiet as she watched the meteor come and go.  Slowly, sadly, she shook her head, “those don’t work out for me.” she said.
	Geeze, what a downer.
	“You never know,” Dim said, “one day they just might.” He tried to smile but he was too tired.
	The bitch didn’t want to stay HERE with him, did she?
	The girl laid out on her back and stayed there for a few seconds before restlessly rolling to her stomach side.  Now, she could have rolled left but she rolled right putting herself right up against Dmitri.  They were not “boyfriend/girlfriend”—not in the slightest.  They liked one another, they hung out together, but as far as a “relationship” goes—it wasn’t there.
	Dim need to pee; he needed to check on his Subjects and see if one of them needed to let loose something.  His living room was full of his friends and they needed to be gone.  Time was tick-tick-ticking away.
	“You know Mr. McDowderbling?”
	“Science teacher, tall guy, weird hair.  Yeah, I know him, why?”
	“He says I can hang with him.”
	That got Dim’s attention.  “What?  He just wants to get in your pants.”
	“I know.”
	Although he was dead tired—he got it.  “He already has, hasn’t he?”
	(He harkened unto her, “Hark! Hark!” harkened he.)
	Keri was silent; she sighed, bowed her head to her knees and Dim farted.

*
	
Protons have mass?  I didn’t even know they were Catholic!
	Just at the crack of dawn and the urge to pee struck him.  Had he dreamed?  Had he thought of his parents, work, Seth Strangle?  He couldn’t recall.  Although he wouldn’t care to be hanging with his Dad’s friends, fishing with his Dad would have been prime.  Time with his Dad just hadn’t been enough, the old man was getting up in years and wouldn’t be around much longer.  Going fishing had always been a treat; the ballgames were one thing, watching the Fights, going to a wrestling match, car show, drag racing, stuff like that was one thing.  Going fishing, though—that was the best.
	He found Keri curled up beside him, the morning rays of sunshine just coming up over the treetops, birds singing, water fountain in the front yard babbling, sprinklers sprinkling—and the need to pee became a requirement.
	In the house he found Joker and Sherilynn nakedly bound together with arms and legs akimbo.  Randy, Skank, and Mindy were a threesome with Gutterboy sound to sleep with his ass up in the air.  Everyone naked.  Dim didn’t want to know what went on in the living room of his parents’ house—he did but didn’t.  Joker was a cool guy, a little weird with a sick sense of humor; Sherilynn was nice—she had a mouth, though.  Big teeth, small gums, big ears, small tits; she was tall, wiry, long straight no life to it blond hair, and would fuck anything that had a dick.
	Randy Simtool was a tool; an asshole, a jerk, a smoker, drinker, rude and crude.  But he knew his way around an engine, transmission, and could make a model rocket that ZOOMED! its way into outer space.

	Skank and Gutterboy—what a pair.  Mischief makers, troublemakers, mailbox bashers.  They excelled into getting into trouble and somehow—somehow wormed their way out of it.  Skank liked little boys; Gutterboy liked little girls.  Mindy Nashgnash liked dick—whether it belonged to a boy, underage boy, teenage boy, math teacher, college professor, or a horse!
	Quite a group.  Dim had known some of them for a long time, since grade school.  Joker he had known since kindergarten; Mindy he had encountered in the 3rd grade—with her, after only knowing her a scant two months or so gave him a reason to live; out in the schoolyard play area WAY out close to the fence on the lush green grass they would occupy space and pee.  Mindy often wore dresses or skirts AND NO PANTIES!  Even when she did wear undies she would either pee thru them or pull the crotch of the garment to one side and pee-pee-pee.
	It wasn’t so easy for Dim to haul out his meat stick, he often lay on his side and wiggle his winkie out and have a go.  Mindy was Dim’s first fuck.  In a sandbox that was out of view and out of bounds and out of roaming teacher’s eye, the two hunkered down and “got busy.”  Mindy would easily spread her legs (willingly) and Dim lay on her and fuck-fuck-fuck.  With her dress up, no panties, Dmitri had an easy go of doing the mischievous horny girl; all he had to do was get his dick out and put it in her.  Sometimes his pants and underwear were eased down making the enjoyment of fucking a whole lot easier—and funnier!
	Though Dim knew the naughty habits of Joker, Randy, Skank, and Gutterboy, Dim never did anything with them.  He didn’t know why, there was a connection of friendship there but not the kind of which Dim was comfortable enough with to fool around with.
	“Hey, you scuzbots, doncha ya got someplace else to crash?” Dim said kicking Joker as he tredged his way to the hall bathroom.  After his wicked pee and checked on his Subjects who were stirring and also in need of a pee.  There was no way to usher the kids into the bathroom without being seen.  His motley crew ambled to the bathroom; some were in need of a shower—others wanted food.
	“This aint the fuckin’ Holiday Inn for Chris’ sakes!” Dim bitched back.  He still wanted some sleep; sex was not on his mind—with anyone.  Joker took a shower; Keri wandered in and used the bathroom while Joker showered—then she showered with Joker.  Skank and Gutterboy raided the kitchen neverminding the “not Holiday Inn” crack made by their host.
	“This is Sunday, aint it?” Randy said rubbing his eyes and balls.
	“Yep,” Dim said, “all day, too!”
	“Fuck,” Randy said pulling on his clothes, “gotta go to church.”
	Mindy pulled on her clothes, hugged Dim’s neck, “thanks for the party.”
	Dim shrugged, ‘what party?’
	There were lots of beer bottles, cans, and a small pony keg—someone partied.  Dim didn’t remember.  Randy and Mindy made splitsville roaring off on Randy’s pieced-together motorcycle.  Dim wished the others would make “splitsville”, too.  In the kitchen, Skank and Gutterboy were having frosted flakes—pouring not milk but beer over the cold morning cereal.
	While those two noshed and two others were in the bathroom shower, Keri on the sofa watching Sunday morning “Christian” programming, Dim escorted one by one his Subjects into his parents’ room and to the master bathroom.  Sara went first, and whilst she copped a squat on the pot and peed her little heart out, Dim brought in Bryan who was guided into peeing down Sara’s chest and thusly her pussy and finally into the toilet itself.  Dim began to get a little of his old self; but he still craved a little more sleep.
	The kids needed a bath, too.
	So did Dim.
	But first!
	Skank and Gutterboy, having had their beer-flake cereal, parked it on the living room sofa going thru the television channels searching for something to watch—planning on making a day of it.  Joker lit up a doobie while Sherilynn sucked his dick and fingered her skanky cunt.
	“Hey, uh, my folks will be coming in soon.” Dim said with a sigh.
	“You’re folks!” sputtered Joker.
	Dim nodded that it was so (not)
 	“Well, uh, hey!” chortled Skank, “Looky at the time, we gotta go!”
	Gutterboy said something unintelligible (having no teeth or tongue made that a habit) and he followed Skank out the door to their fucked up green AMC Pacer.
	“It’s been real!” Joker said and High Fived Dim then scuttled out the door with Sherilynn following and was gone.
	“I’ll help you clean up.” Keri said.  She followed no one.
	Getting rid of her was going to be a challenged.
	Not wanting to hurt her feelings none, Dim let her help clean up and air out the house.
	“So when your folks coming in?”
	“Next week sometime.” Dim replied.
	Keri paused with a sort of shock look, “You told the guys—”
	“I told the GUYS—the truth, my folks ARE coming in.” He smiled, “I just didn’t tell them WHEN and they assumed today.”
	“Slick.” Keri smiled.  Dim still didn’t want to bone her, not yet anyways.
	In the kitchen was a mess, “thanks boneheads!” Dim said under his breath.
	“I’ll help.” Keri said—which only further dimmed Dim’s view of wanting to get rid of her.  Oh, sure, sure—he wanted to bone her, spank, bugger her, stuff like that.  But later.  His needful requirement pending was SLEEP.  Everything else was secondary.  
	“So you got no plans for to stay somewhere?”
	“NOPE!” she said with a half hearted smile.
	That didn’t help; Dim felt bad.  She couldn’t stay here, though.
	Well, maybe she could…
	There were complications, though.  There were always complications.
	“Well,” Dim said trying to think clearly with a clouded mind, “I suppose you can hang here.” For awhile.
	“I don’t think your Mom likes me.” Dim’s Mom didn’t like many of Dim’s friends; much less of those in short miniskirts, lots of baubles, funky hair, dismal view of school, etc.
	“My Dad likes you!” Dim said smiling.  Dim’s Dad liked Dim’s friends who wore short miniskirts, lots of baubles, and funky hair.
	But liking someone and having them stay with you?
	And something more; Dim actually knew very little about Keri.  She sort of didn’t really fit in with the others; she dressed the part, talked the part, but Dim slowly realized—she very seldom drank (beer) and seldom less of anything harsher (whiskey.)  If she did, she did so slowly.  She did take a hit off a joint now and then but Dim got the feeling that was for appearances only.

*

The sum of all things is the things that are the sum of!  In theory; the theorem theoretically theorizes theoretical theorems are merely a theory.  Do you know where the States are?  It’s ten o’clock; do you know what time it is?  Do you know 2 plus 2 isnt always the result of 4 but it is the most common answer commonly computated

	Mr. McDowderbling was really not an option.  He was a weird science teacher, an opportunist, and had already (more than once, too) bagged Keri.  He knew her situation with her parents and being a single man offered his home to her.  Dim wanted to offer his home, but his home occupied by himself and parents (and a few kids…)
	Another option, though, soon loomed.
	After the kitchen was cleaned up a despondent Keri shrugged and began to shuffle to the door.  Dim felt bad saying “Why don’t you just hang out here—for awhile.”
	‘for awhile.’  That was a statement of non-committal.  Keri needed something a little more solid and reliable.  She was dejected and saddened.  Dim took her by the hand leading her back to the living room.
	“Stay here,” he said to her, “we’ll work something out.”
	She had beautiful brown eyes and they stared into him—there was a feeling of hopelessness along with hopefulness.  She sighed and Dim wondered how he was going to explain her to his parents.  His Mom would be absolutely livid; his Dad—not so much.
	“Hey,” Dim said, “I GOT to get some sleep!” he was exhausted and was about to drop.  Keri plopped herself onto the sofa and went thru the channels not interested in the religious programming.  Dim scooted to his room; he thought of using the EMAD on Keri to put her at ease and make her acceptable to who “ELSE” was in the house.
	But tiredom won out and he crashed on his bed instead.
	He awoke sometime later to the sound of a shower running.  Normally he wouldn’t care or give it much thought but Keri was on his mind—as were Sara, Bryan, Corey, Bonnie, Lauren, Lana, and Amy.  Sleep had been satisfied but the requirement of REST was still yet to be fulfilled.
	The bedroom door opened.
	Dim lay on his bed on his stomach, naked.
	Keri was naked, too.  She was just out of the shower and slowly came into the room.  Slowly, Dim got a little wood.  Somehow, the naked Keri was pretty good (naked.)  A shaven cunt, long silky dark brown hair, long slender arms and legs, nice shape, not a tight snug butt but the flappy kind.  Not out of proportion but enticing.
	Onto the bed she came; saying nothing as Dim slipped his dick into her sex, arms and legs grasping for one another as passion zoomed exponentially creating a fiery fuck fest.  In the beginning, Dim only wanted to fuck to the pivotal point and be done with it.  But as the fuck entered into its second minute Dim slowed and Keri’s titties began to grind against his chest.
	Keri seemed absorbed with his muscular bod; his arms especially.
	After the fourth minute came and went Dim came and Keri did likewise.
	Then,
	“Soooo,” Keri said lowly, “you going to tell me about those kids in your parents’ room?”
	Oops.  Shit.
	Dim’s heart kicked up a new notch as his cock exited Keri’s fine fuckable fucking cunt.  “Uh, I can explain.” He said on wavering lips.
	Keri smiled; Dim realized that he STILL didn’t know shit about her!
	That was about to change…
Some idle thoughts for you to ponder
 	If the world were a logical place, men would be the ones who ride horses sidesaddle.  True!
 	Why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing?
 	If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, now what do you call it?
 	If teachers taught, why don’t preachers praught?  If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?  Sometimes me thinks all the English teachers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.  In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?  Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell?
 	How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?  I marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down; you fill in a form by filling it out and an alarm goes off by going on!
 	English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race which, of course, is not a race at all.  That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.
 	PS.  Why doesn’t “Buick” rhyme with quick ?
	Ok, enough of that—back to the story.

	Brain Wave Pattern One:  Secure
	Brian Wave Pattern Two:  Secure
	Wave Pattern Acquisitions 1-thru-10:  Acquired; Status:  Secure
	Pattern Sequencer Enabled
	Awareness Level Set:  Moderate
	He wasn’t well rested but close counts; he had responsibilities.  First, introductions all around—this after prying into Keri’s mind finding her LIKE of young boys (and girls!)  That was a plus—and well hidden.  She displayed nervousness and unsuredness, too.  It was a psychological percept that she didn’t want to be caught or for anyone to know about her unnatural like.  However, someone DID know—her Dad!	
	And comes to find out—Keri’s Dad was not her “Dad” per se but a step-dad.  Keri’s biological daddy had walked out on her and her mother when she was very young, approximately three years young.  The “new” daddy came along when Keri was five.
	“Did you get along then or just in the last few years or so?” Dim asked casually.  Keri, under the influence of the restored fully operational EMAD shrugged and sighed, “Sorta/kinda; I mean, I guess he was ok when I was young, but when I got older—” relationship went sour fast.
	A dark secret she was harboring.
	Dim gently prodded his way into her mind goading the dark secret to the surface.  Fingering her pussy, tweaking her nipples, gingerly plaguing her mind with an electronic device, finally unleashed needful information.  And once the information was harvested—the feast yielded fascinating fascinations that were fantastic!
	Such as,
	Little boys with cute little eyes, cute smiles, good hair, and nice winkies were of a special delight for Keri Fenningin.  She often babysat for several young boys, and some girls.  Of the boys, there was one special young lad, Charlie, of whom she had a very good rapport with.  That rapport led to indiscretions.  Sometimes in the little boy’s house or her own the two would romp about naked; take baths together, and fuck.
	It was while in her own home that at length things went badly; a day or two or three perhaps and Keri’s “step-dad” brought to her attention a videotape.  On the tape was Keri laying nakedly on her bed with little seven year old Charlie on top of her—fucking.  Keri’s hands were on the little boy’s butt and after some pumping he was moved up to her chest where she suckled his cock.
	Keri lost all color to her face and couldn’t breathe.
	Step-dad, Jim Mosscreek, took his naughty teenage daughter to her bedroom whereas he had her take her pants down.  Nervously, Keri obeyed, she was fifteen at the time.  Step-daddy Jim bare handed spanked her and when his hand wore out and her ass was on fire—the panties were tugged down and he sodomized her (this after she was turned around to slobber on his cock first.)
	And “up the ass” it was for awhile; Keri let it be and curbed her enthusiasm with the little boys she cared for.  She still did naughty things with them but no longer at her house.  Sometime later, though, when she was mid way thru her 16th year of life she came up “late.”  Frightened and gravely concerned and suffering a lapse of good judgment she confessed to her step-Dad who whisked her away to a private doctor who specialized in such delicate matters in a neighboring state.
	She wasn’t pregnant.
	Whew!
	Once home, she got more spanking and more “up the ass.”
	That was followed by banging off in her pussy.  How the man had held off for so long wasn’t known but he finally began banging her gash after the pregnancy scare.  No protection was used by either Jim or Keri.  Some days or weeks after the initial rape and step-Daddy Jim brought home a “friend.”
	Keri knew what was up and in no way wanted to spread her legs, or cheeks, for her Step’s friend.  Step-Daddy, Jim, though, begged to differ saying, “You don’t play along, and I’ll give that tape (of you and Charlie) to Charlie’s dad.”
	Keri spread her legs (and cheeks).  The friend banged off in her pussy AND asshole; he also spanked her and got a hellacious blowjob while her step-Daddy fucked her from behind.  Keri blocked most of the abuse from her mind—it wasn’t the first time she had been so well victimized.

	When she was just ten, half a year from being eleven, she was with some “bad” girls.  In a shopping mall they ran amok doing various things; watching boys, spitting off the mezzanine into the water fountain below, faking being sick (thusly making some adults sick), making farting sounds, rushing around adults tagging them saying “YOU’RE IT!”
	But it was the shoplifting spree that got Keri in the most trouble.
	In the office of the chief of security he was serious—and serious about calling her folks.  And that just wouldn’t do; her Dad would beat her ass raw.  And that would only be the beginning!  She’d do ANYTHING for that phone call not to happen.
	The next option was a call to the police who would come and take her downtown to the juvenile detention center.  That also wouldn’t do.  She cringed sitting on the plastic blue seat, sitting on her hands trying to control herself.  Her mind raced and of course—she was alone to face the serious security guard.  Her FRIENDS had managed to split and not get caught with “goods” stuffed down their pants like Keri had.
	Some music CDs, a scarf, and a rock ‘n roll tee-shirt.
	$65 in total (tax not included.)
	She was doomed.
	However, the serious security chief offered one more option.
	“Come here.” he said patting his right leg.
	Keri, frightened out of her mind about Option One and Two (phone call to Dad and phone call to the cops) slowly made her way around the great wooden desk scarcely able to breath but feeling a fart bubble working its way thru her gut.  She also felt like she had to pee.  She knew she had to throw up.  Her feet scuffled around the desk feeling an immense amount of fear.
	“We can do this a couple of three ways,” the man not much older than her dad, STEP-Dad, “we can call your folks, call the cops, or deal with just me.”
	Keri blinked her eyes and really wanted to go to the bathroom.
	“Can we just forget the whole thing,” she said on trembling lips, hands behind her protecting her dainty butt, “an’ I promise I-I’ll do it again—they set me up!  I-I’ll never even come in here again!”
	The security chief, “Dave” wrinkled his nose and sat back in his squeaky high back wooden wing chair.
	“Sorry, hon, it doesn’t work that way.”
	Keri gulped and shrugged her shoulders, ‘oh well, it was worth a try.’
	The man was clean shaven, hard stone face, full mustache that was black and gray (salt/pepper) and had short cropped 1950s style salt/pepper style hair cut, too.  Long sleeved white security shirt, black knit slack, black shoes, big hands.  Keri’s eyes fell to those big hands—he had hands like her step-Daddy had.  Her ass tightened up and she sort of knew what was coming.  She began blinking her eyes excessively.
	“It’s MY way, or the other ways.” then, “You’re choice.”
	“W-what’s your way?” Keri asked shakily.
	Chief of Security rubbed his nose and patted his leg, “Lay down.” he said calmly.
	‘oh shit.’ she knew it.  She had to mull it over; the cops wouldn’t spank her but it wouldn’t be very good to be in detention hall.  Spanked by her Dad she was sort of used to, but there would be the yelling, grounding, yelling, more spanking, more yelling.  It wouldn’t be fun that option, either.
	Shrugging, Keri moved slowly to the man’s leg and was gently positioned across his lap.  Her hands still protected her ass; she already screwed up her face and tightened her body in anticipation of the wallop.  She had heard of some girls getting a belt while others got a switching from a tree limb!  Her step-Dad just used his hand—but that was bad enough!
	SMACK!
	The first wallop was a dousy!  Keri felt like she was going to cum out of her skin!  The second smack was about the same—followed by two more than she was stood up.
	“There, now,” the chief of security said with an almost smile, “that wasn’t so bad.”
	Keri managed a meager smile, rubbed her blistered ass and nodded, “I guess not.” but, it wasn’t over…

	Her ass was still singing and maybe that prevented her from hearing what the security chief said nextly.  He had to say it twice before she heard distinctly:
	“take ‘em down.”
	Keri’s eyes bugged, only a few times could she count that her Step had been so pissed about something she had done that he had lay across her bed with her pants at her ankles.  Once more she cringed and clutched herself.
	And once more, with her pants down at her ankles, she laid down across the Chief’s lap.  And once more—SMACK!  Without the protection of her jeans the bare hand was strong against her young butt.  She clenched tightly and instinctively put her hands back to protect herself; the man grabbed her hands pinning them to the small of her back and letting fly several more SMACKS!
	 When she was stood up she didn’t realize that her panties were at her ankles.  The Chief rubbed her burning ass the maneuvered her to the desk top where her pants and panties, shoes, were slipped off.  As she lay on the desk crying and in as much discomfort as when her step-Daddy beat her, the Chief of Security opened her legs and put his mouth down on her where she peed from!
	Keri didn’t know if she liked it or not—it was too weird; plus her ass was on fire!  She wiggled and withered and the security chief put his TONGUE into her crevice—her Holy of Moly!  That was just wrong!  There was little she could do about it, though; she cringed, possibly peed, and then it all seemed to come to a blur.  Slow motion?  Out of body experience?  A combo of both?  What happened nextly she was a little unclear on—the prying Dmitri had to use a little filler to fill in the blanks as Keri’s recollection was distorted and uncertain.
	After driving his wicked manly tongue into the girl’s quim, Security Chief Dave forced a finger into her pert virgin asshole, wiggled it around then thumb massaged her pussy before pushing up her shirt exposing her barely beginning breasts.
	When the ordeal was over—she was dressed and sent on her way.
	She was a little dazed, a lot sore, sticky, and no longer a virgin in any way.

*

Have you noticed:  there is no egg in eggplant or ham in hamburger; there is also no apple or pine in pineapple.  English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France .  Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat.  English is taken for granted; but if we explore its absurdity we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig!
	Dim slept.  He didn’t have a choice.  Sheer exhaustion just plummeted his quasi desire to stay up and “chat” with Keri (or do anything else.)  When he awoke, it was after noon—way after, like three in the after of noon.  A deep sleep that upon awakening left him groggy and foggy.  Neither of which he cared for when there was a security issue.
	Then he smelled food.
	In the kitchen he found Keri (naked) with Sara, Bryan, Corey, Bonnie, Lauren, Lana, and Amy—also naked.  Hamburgers were being made.  Lemonade had also been made and Dim was as confused as ever.
	“Uh, uh, I-I can explain.” he said nervously. 
	Keri cocked her head, smiled, and continued to naked make lunch.

	The EMAD—locked away in his nightstand, had re-wired the kids where they were “accepting” to their new way of life.  It was temporary and they would get their old lives back when they were released.  (with maybe some lingering new ways still lingering…)
	Anyways, Dim was dumbfounded.
	Keri served him a hamburger.
	After lunch,
	Though she had had a sordid past and blocked some of what happened to her out of mind there was still a soft spot for her naughty side.  Little boys specifically (and also little girls!)  Dim was just out of it and behind—Keri seemed to be in control and that just befuddled him.
	“Nice kids.” Keri said as they (the kids) cleaned up the kitchen.
	“Yeah, yes-yes they are.” He said lowly and still trying to finger out how he lost control of the situation that was supposed to be secretive.  For a moment, Keri, too, seemed “lost in thought” as she observed the naked Bryan and Corey.  Dim was completely lost.  Was Keri a security risk—or not?
	Not.
	After the kids had cleaned up the kitchen they all filed into Dim’s bedroom where Keri lay out on Dim’s bed, legs open wide watching as Dim put them thru the paces.  He still didn’t feel so much in control but oh well.  On the bed, too, Sara and Bryan; Dim stood at the foot of the bed holding seven year old Lana to his body (sporting a raging throbbing fully erect ready to fuck cock!)
	Sara sucked and sucked and sucked Bryan’s cock while Corey took her from behind.  Keri was enthralled—and then some.  She frigged herself into oblivion as she watched the act—smiling, cocking her head and marveling at Dim as he held the seven year old girl to his breast.
	Keri whispered, ‘are you doing her?’
	Dim suddenly felt a gush of embarrassment and kissed the top of the seven year old’s head.  There was a twinkling in his eyes and—did his cock just get harder.  He cupped the girl’s butt then slowly turned her about facing her outward; then he began fingering the child’s cunny.  Keri smiled even more then began fluttering her eyes as she was bringing herself to orgasm.
	Dim gave Bryan the go ahead.  The twelve year old pulled out of Sara’s mouth and he positioned himself onto the horny boy loving teenager (who had been raped by a mall security chief then repeatedly by her step-Dad and THEN his best friend!)
	She seemed to enjoy Bryan’s bone, though.
	Corey, on the go ahead from Dim, moved from Sara’s ass to Keri’s mouth.  She worked his cock and balls and succumbed to multiple orgasms.  Lana was laid out on the bed and licked out by Dim while Sara moved to be underneath him.
	Suck!  Suck!  Suck me!
	Keri leaned up on her elbows watching as Dim licked out the pretty seven year old.  He licked and licked and was sucked on diligently by the pretty eleven year old; Bonnie, Lauren, and Amy awaited “their turns.”  Sara finished her sucking turn and Dim moved to lay his prong onto Lana’s tender twat.  Keri had to look of “are you really going to do her?”
	No.
	He made appearances of doing so—then he seemed to just suddenly stop.  There was a look from Amy—friend (former) of April.  Sitting back on his heels he sighed deeply and longly.
	“What’s the matter?” Keri asked.
	Dim shook his head; could he tell her?  If he told her about April and her death—what about the rest of the story?  There was a LOT to “the rest of the story.”  There wasn’t enough time to go into detail or even cover the highlights of “the rest of the story.”
	“There were eight of us.” Amy spoke up.
	A knife on fire sailed into Dim’s heart.
	“What happened?”
	Amy clamed up, lowered her eyes, and a sadness befell the naked group in the midst of sex and frivolity.
	“There was an accident.” Dim said—only this and nothing more!
	“Bummer.” Keri said.
	Dim nodded slowly, “Yeah, bummer.”

*

My weight is perfect for my height--which varies
	“So, when ARE your parents coming home?”
	Dim smiled, “Mom will be couple more days; Dad?  Depends on the fishing and whatever else he’s doing with his buddies.”
	“You seem to have a good relationship with them.” Something of which Keri wished she had.  After the sad cloud had descended upon the bed the mood for further fanciful fucking finitude.  Dim shuffled out of the room and went out to the backyard where he moped.
	Keri joined him a few minutes later.
	“What was her name?”
	“April.”
	“Was she pretty?”
	Dumb question of the day.  Dim didn’t do Ugly, Fat, Club Foot, Mentally Challenged, “You need to wipe something off your chin”, or anything along the lines of cock frightening.  He had no morals but he had standards.
	“Yeah, she was pretty.”
	“Do I want to know what happened?”
	Dim bowed his head, “I fucked up.”
	Keri didn’t press any further and Dim brooded until midnight.

	In the morning, breakfast!  Keri (and the kids) made apple waffles.
	“Sorry I bummed you out last night.” Dim said apologetically.
	“I think it was me.” Keri replied.  Dim didn’t think so.  They hugged, kissed, and Dim knew that his parents wouldn’t be staying gone for long.  He had to unload the kids—fast!
	First, though; a shower.  Everyone participating.
	Afterwards—
	“I kinda need to unload them.” 
	“Before your parents come home?”
	“Before my parents come home.”
	In the bedroom it was a mess of finding clothes—the kids’ clothes were in the van.  On the floor, Dim found Keri’s wallet.  He wasn’t being nosey but “he was being nosey” and opened it—just to look at her driver’s license picture.
	“Wow.” he said smirking at the picture of Keri—it was a picture of a young teenager with LOTS of flaming red hair, colorful eyes, and what looked like leaves in her hair but were actually braids.  Her face was one of “I’m gonna puke!” or “I got gas!”
	Keri grabbed the wallet from Dim’s hand and some contents fell out—a few dollars, some change, loose papers of this and that.  While she picked up the spillage Dim had control of the wallet again.  More snooping.  The pictures caught his interest.
	“Your dad?” Dim asked.
	Keri snorted a sigh, “Yeah, that’s the asshole.” He looked rough, sour, gassy, too.  Short hair, BIG ears, way too serious and unfriendly.
	There, too, was a pix of her Mom.  A pretty woman—who had abandoned her daughter for an alternative lifestyle.  Dim had boned her—the previous summer when he was painting her house where she was living with a girlfriend.  She was bi-sexual, heavy into activities for gay rights, rush-rush-rush thru daily life—no time for her daughter who was in need of motherly nurturing.
	There were other pictures; friends, classmates, a tree.
	“Who’s this?” Dim asked.  He knew some of the boys and girls in the pictures; others were cousins of hers.  The single man got Keri’s attention.
	“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “I forgot about him!”
	“Who him?”
	“My uncle, Uncle Phil!”
	And guess where Uncle Phil lived?
	In the mountains!
	Dim fluttered his eyes—this could work.
	There probably were unforeseen problems but such as life.  He was a little creeped out by the coincidence—the uncle lived just miles from the mountain town Dim had “acquired” Sara, Bryan, Corey, Bonnie, Lauren, Lana.  Coincidence be damned!

*
Uncle Phil
	The two doctors, the psychiatrist and proctologist in the small mountain community, had changed their business sign again:  Manic Depressives and Anal Retentives

	The cabin was nice; set back aways from the road and set in among pines, cedars, ferns, and wild roses.  A small creek was off to one side, great boulders of various sizes dotted the landscape.  It was serene and tranquil and Keri was in awe.  Dim was a little taken, too.
	“Nice.” he said as he motored the van along the small winding dirt road to the cabin.  It had been a few years since Keri had seen her uncle, they knew each other but “not well.”
	No phone, no satellite dish, not a lot of modern day functions—there was electricity and plumbing, propane, not one but THREE fireplaces; two vehicles and a small barn.  The uncle in question came out onto the porch to greet the intruders.
	Dim stayed in the van while a nervous Keri went out to the uncle.
	After a couple of minutes of chatting they went inside.
	Dim waited—waited—waited.  After a couple of minutes he entered into the cabin, too—unseen.  His first encounter was with a very pretty six year old running amok in a kiddie dress.  She was running from her mother who was chasing just playing while the visiting niece was with her uncle in another part of the cabin.
	The next encounter was with the other resident of the cabin—the cat.
	Dogs, cats, goats, cows, possibly frogs and bats were not fooled by electronic gadgetry and could “see” Dim despite his EMAD masking his visible status.  The cat hissed at him then growled holding her ground.  Dim was glad there was no dog present—he wasn’t sure how the animal would react.

	When the mommy finally nabbed her child and scooped her up—Dim noted that the little girl had no panties!  Dim smiled; and although he wanted to know what was going on with Keri and her uncle he decided on a quick sidebar.  The EMAD was working well—a little late but oh well.  Quickly he zapped the mother and daughter, Janice and Sierra.  The Mother was in her late 40s but looked to be in her early 30s.  She was blond, tall, blue eyes, hair back in a thick full of life ponytail, very nice titties.  She wore a light blue ankle length dress—and nothing else!
	Little Sierra was a bundle of excitement and life; round face, bright eyes, butt length blond hair, no panties.  Gently and did Dim place the child on the country kitchen table and leaned her back.  He thought he heard a conversation flowing from elsewhere in the cabin; the cabin was a two-story home with a nice large kitchen having a 4-chair kitchen table and a booth/bench seat off to one side for entertaining large family eating.
	There was a nice living room with old country feel of furnishings, no television but there was a stereo system with mostly “albums” in a rack.  The place was quaint, homey.  There were seemingly many “rooms” and not the typical open space cabin Dim was used to.
	Little Sierra was a cutey and Dim “went down” on her easily, licking her pussy out tasting a little hint of pee.  He licked and licked, lapped and nipped until his cock screamed for attention.  No sense in denying it.  Whipping his dick out he smiled and marveled at the girl’s mother standing right close.  She looked like she could whip a bear’s ass; long limbs, a little muscular here and there; tall, wiry, and something just told Dim she was a fighter.
	She was, however, no match for a mind altering device.
	Dim laid his cock against the six year olds pussy and humped it.  After some gouging he made a determination that she was not quite a virgin.  Dim was able to make some entry—more than he should be capable of.  Prying into her mind wasn’t possible—the EMAD was too taxed with maintaining invisibility and conquering two minds.
	He humped and humped, poked and prodded until that moment came.  He initially wanted to save creaming but once the event began—fuck it, cum and cum hard!  A great mess there was spilling and coating Sierra’s tiny cunt.  Dim was instantly relieved and for a fleeting moment wanted to fuck her brains out.
	Somehow he saved that for her Mommy.
	Sierra’s Mommy, Janice; very nice lady—no undies!  Dim got her to drop her powder blue dress—she had a shaven cunt, too!  Dim was all kinds of thrilled.  He hugged the mountain woman, kissed her, pawed her breasts, then positioned her on the table beside her daughter, opened her legs and marveled at her holy.  Surprisingly there was only ONE child as that was a wondrous cunt to behold.
	And after Dim had “beheld” that wondrous cunt he fucked it.
	No foreplay, no licking anyways.  He did rub his cock up and down the crevice and trained an ear to hear if he were about to be intruded upon.  He wasn’t, sooo—he plunged into Janice and fucked happily for several minutes.
	The release was wondrous and casually he wondered if she would become pregnant.  A quirky smile came to him as he wondered same about all the OTHER pussies his cock had been in.  The list was too numerous to consider—but he offhandedly assumed he may be responsible for some undue pregnancies.  He didn’t want to put too much thought into—not at the moment.
	At the moment, he had delivered a massive load of fresh hot spunk followed by a brief piss.  He then lay on the woman suckling her titties and finding that sex with a “woman” wasn’t so bad!  She was forty-eight years young and quite the good lover.  If she were of her own mind she would probably be a wildcat in the sack.
	Author’s note:  it is now a little after three in the afternoon and I’ve just returned from the doctor  who, quote, described my mind as “like a grape; firm on the outside, kinda squishy on the inside!”  Probably from too many trips on the M3 to Stonehenge or quite possibly from watching Time Bandits for the 30th time!
	Anyways,
	Dim wanted a blowjob (well, don’t we all!) and also wanted to bury his bone up the woman’s ass, give her some spankings, then have a go at little Sierra.  But curiosity got him and he had to know what was going on with Keri and her Uncle.
	What was going on was—
	Naughty business!
	First,
	In a cluttered room of books and books and potted plants, more books, there was a single sofa, an end table, and a portable projector screen.  The room was semi dark having two windows and they were blocked by heavy curtains and drapes so as the projector set up on a table behind the sofa could operate.  Uncle Phil operated the portable old style 1960s Bell/Howell film projector while just acquainted with niece, Keri, sat on the sofa mesmerized by what was on the screen.
	What was on the screen was a group of peoples.
	Naked peoples.
	Two of those naked peoples were Keri’s parents.
	Oh!
	The scene was of a beach area; palm trees, bushes, cabanas, a large open beach, more naked people.  The focus was on six peoples gathered at a picnic table; there were picnic supplies, tiki torches, and serious frivolity.  The main woman, who was as it turns out to be Keri’s biological mother, sang a song.  

 	She and her cohorts were actors; a traveling troupe of thespians who did “Shakespeare on the Beach!”  or in the Forest, the Park, downtown civic center, or wherever they happened to be and there were people in mass.  The song she sang was beautiful, no musical instruments, just her voice and it was glorious!  Very moving, very inspiring.
	After the song and “Julie” was embarrassed but smiled, blew kisses to all then laid out on the table and—
	“Jake” mounted her for a celebratory fuck.  Whoever was operating the camera zoomed right in on Jake’s cock sliding into Julie’s pussy.  Jake was Keri’s biological dad.  Keri was confused—and misinformed.  As it actually was, the woman in her life claiming to be her Mom was not—not biologically speaking.  And the man in her life being her step-Dad—well, he was.  What had happened, according to Uncle Phil—biologically connected, was Jake and Julie gave Keri up for adoption.  The adoptive dad died in an auto accident and the mom remarried to the current dad.
	To say the least Keri was floored.
	More to cum.
	After Jake dismounted Julie, some other bloke took a turn.  Meanwhile,
	Another fellow standing close by was slurped on by to only other female of the troupe.  The men were average type persons; tall, dark hair, blond, red.  Lanky fellows they and well tanned by Mother Nature.  The gals, Julie and Patty, were not so tall but they were just as tan.
	Soon and Julie was taking on the other three men identified as “Alf”, “Gordon”, and “Bo.”  One bloke, Alf, sank his bone into her pussy while as they lay on their sides on the table, Gordon slammed her asshole.  Bo filled Julie’s mouth while Jake and the unidentified camera operator jeered them on.
	It was quite an eye opener.
	Keri sat with her mouth open (and hand down her pants!)
	Behind her, Uncle Phil was blatantly masturbating.
	Dim had nothing to do with it.

	Still having nothing to do with Phil and Keri, the uncle and niece undressed.  Keri took her Uncle’s cock and sucked the near life out of it, fondled his hairless nuzzies, and when he was at that pivotal moment of shuddering ecstasy Keri laid out on the sofa and Phil laid on her.
	Good mountain boinking followed.
	Dim was pleased with the Uncle and Niece reuniting.
	And speaking of reuniting—
	In the kitchen, Janice and Sierra still lay—waiting for Dim return.

	Dmitri had just emptied his splooge into Janice’s crap chute when he heard telltale noises of someone cumming to a delicious orgasm AND spanking.  He finished with Janice and carefully returned to the Uncle and Niece finding Keri over the arm of the sofa being well fucked and well spanked.  All was well.
	Not much more to tell; Dim fooled with little Sierra but only in licking her out, humping against her, gouging her little cunt and jerking off onto her sweet angelic face.  After some cleanup he set Janice and Sierra back to their own minds.  Little Sierra was none the wiser for her ordeal and returned to romping about the cabin being a typical six year old.  Janice stumbled a bit and seemed confused; she shook her head to shake off the odd feeling, then made tea and didn’t seem concerned about what her husband was doing with Keri.
	Dim had an aching cock and a van full of kids yet to disperse.
	After Janice made tea and lunch Janice moseyed down the hall to the cluttered den where the heavy scent of sex was prevalent.  She was gone several minutes.  Dim followed finding Janice caressing Keri’s ass and not at all upset that her hubby was being naughty.
	Dim found Sierra and hugged her, kissed her, and while time permitted he loved on her one more time then departed to the van where he found the kids in need of a bathroom break.  One by one, Sara, Bryan, Corey, Bonnie, Lauren, Lana, and Amy were let out of the van into the crowded woods aside the road to do their business.  Dim was a little shagged out and not so eager to mess with the kids and let them be—for the moment anyways.
	Keri came out to the van to hug Dim and to tell him that she would be staying.  Dim was glad.  He kissed her, hugged her deeply, and would miss her company.
	“You’re welcome to come up any time!” Keri said.
	Dim would keep that in mind.  They kissed one more time, hugged one more time and Keri returned to her awaiting naked uncle on the porch.

*

Experience is the thing you have left when everything else is gone
	In the cool of the evening—it was dark.  And cool!  It was time for departure and that made for a little sadness.  There had been many Subjects Dim had enjoyed and felt for; his current group was even stronger than previous.  Before turning them loose—
	Eleven year old Sara slurped on his cock while behind her, Corey pumped religiously her asshole.  Beside them and Bryan enjoyed sinking his bone into twelve year old Bonnie.  Sitting on Bonnie’s face was a wiggling/giggling Lauren.  

 	Lana occupied space on Amy’s lap—Lana fingering herself while Amy was “lost in thought.”  The event regarding “April” would be a lingering lasting event in his mind not easily forgotten or put away.  He regretted deeply what had happened and assumed that the pen-like stun gun had somehow overwhelmed her body’s natural electrical current zapping her heart.  There, too, could have been an unknown ailment regarding her heart.  Dim didn’t know but he knew that he wouldn’t torture a Subject like that again.  He didn’t know how Seth could so easily silence the lives of over seventy Subjects!
	And speaking of Seth…

*

They told me I was gullible and I believed them
What I have learned in my fifty years on Earth:
	“Do not argue with an idiot.  He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.”

	Grace Nahthatsnotmyname awoke with a startle.  She hated that though she had understood from a doctor friend the sudden body jerking was a sign that the body hadn’t caught up with the sleeping mind—or something like that.  After “awakening” with a jolt there was a funk about her.  Confusion reigned supreme in her mind, too.  Her mouth was dry and then—then there was this strange feeling of entrapment.
	Something wasn’t right.  Her mind was befuddled to be sure but there was enough for her to realize something wasn’t right.  Now all she had to do was figure out what!?
	Slowly her surroundings—which had been in the dark of gloom—came aware to her.  Sort of.  The “where” she was remained unknown; her predicament, however—well, that was all too real and too frightening.  She was tied up!  And not only that—she was naked!
	OH!
	She began to panic—this wasn’t right.  Something was wrong—really-really wrong.  Her mind raced as she tried desperately to come up with the HOW she had come to be in such a dire fucked up situation.  She had met with the mayor; there was the interview at the television station; had she met with the principal of the school she was going to speak at?
	No.
	Something had happened en route.
	Something had happened en route.
	Along the way to the school—something had happened.
	Closing her eyes trying to think clearly confusion only continued to reign coming in with sandstorm-like clouds.  She was naked.  She was tied up on her back with a pillow behind her back; she was propped up somewhat with her arms stretched out secured tightly.  Her legs were not stretched out but held at the knees outwardly and bent upright.  Her ankles were tied securely and not a blessed thing could she see to give her indication of “where” she was.
	She thought of calling out but not knowing the extent of her predicament decided to hold off.  The recent rash of “strangulations” had everyone in her social on edge—kidnappings, sexual assaults, those damned damnedable electronic mind altering devices, and strangulations were a bane on society.
	The reality was—she had been kidnapped for nefarious reasons including sexual assault.  It was bound to happen, though; she was a prominent attorney for victims of “sexual assault” and strong feminist advocate.  She hated gays, murderers, and perverts and went out of her way to see them brought to justice.  She also brought those responsible for sexual assaults to the lime light, to be embarrassed to the highest degree and then persecuted along with prosecuted.
	She also did these things sometimes not so legally.
	Now, so it seemed, someone had taken revenge.
	A sliding door suddenly opened letting in fresh air.
	Darkness was outside and Grace quickly determined that she was secured inside a van—the typical mode of transportation (for nefarious purposes) of perverts and scum.  A lone man stood silhouetted there saying nothing.  Grace held her breath—then was startled when the man put his hand on her thigh.
	“Don’t you fucking touch me!” she seethed.
	Although, truth be known, she could have already been very well raped.
	The man paid her no mind and continued feeling of her thigh, inside and all over before sliding down to her vagina.  Grace tensed and tried to wiggle but there was not much “wiggle room” to do so.  The man continued to be silent.  Grace seethed contempt and thrashed as much as she could—but was too well restrained.  She would have to bide her time.
	Then the man began fingering her pussy to wit Grace realized she had been shaven there!  A lump formed in her throat and then a sickness loomed in her stomach.  Her mind fogged and the man came into the van settling himself between her legs.  Grace shook her head and tried with all her might to close her legs.
	No go.
	The man was naked.  His cock touched her shaven cunt and penetrated her.
	“NOOOOOO!” she screamed.
	Too late.  The cock was in her and seated itself.  Grace tightened herself and continued to try and fend off the assault.
	It wasn’t happening.  There was nothing to do but endure.
	It had been awhile since Grace had had “dick” in her.  She wasn’t gay but had not had good relationships with men.  After a time her mindset was great angst against men—most were perverts anyways and only wanted “one thing.”  There was a sudden shudder rivering thru her fifty-four year old body; her nipples perked up and a strange sensation there was stemming from her pussy area.
	Directly from her pussy area.
	Oh My God!  She was cumming!	
	It wasn’t possible!  She tried and tried and tried to deny the occurrence but once the superior good feeling got going there was no denying it.  The orgasm was on and that was all there was to it.  She actually even bucked into her rapist!
	The rapist gave no indication of who he was; he said nothing and the darkness masked his identity.  His cock was masterful!  A fleeting thought crossed Grace’s mind—after the event was done she would like to have his cock mounted on a plaque in her office.  Every once in awhile she would gaze at the severed member and possibly frig herself in recollection.
	The rapist masterfully mastered her sex.  She drew her lips in and held them tightly as wave after wave of orgasm satiated her body.  In part, she wanted the assault to be over—but then again…

	A bounty of cum squirted from his cock.  Although she hadn’t had dick in awhile—the woman’s pussy wasn’t all that snug.  It was still a good enough fuck, though.  It pleased his cock and a copious amount of teenage spunk filled it, then coated the freshly shaven poon with more of the same before laying down on the woman humping her cum soaked cunt and becoming eye-to-eye with her.
	“Get-the-fuck-OFF-OF-ME!” Grace said gritting her teeth.
	Her rapist merely smiled—not a friendly smile but a sort of maniacal type smile.  He brushed wisps of loose hair from her face and stared into her blue eyes.  His cock surged, he grinded harder, and someone outside the van sneezed.  Grace gulped; there were others?
	Something in the back of her mind stirred up an unsound emotion that caused something to stir in the pit of her stomach.  The rapist was more than what he was presumed to be.  He was dark, evil, foreboding.  For a moment or two, Grace was frightened.  The man leaned up and as the gloom of darkness swallowed him leaving only an outline of his body she felt something tighten about her throat.
	No!
	No!
	NOOOOOO!  Not him!  NOOOO!
	The man cocked his head and the “something about her throat” loosened.
	“Not yet.” the man whispered.
	Grace felt like she was going to be sick.  The Strangler!
	How much time passed between being raped the first time and then the second time she didn’t know—an hour, two, three?  He also peed on her—on her pussy before settling on her chest to titty fuck her.  Oh how she wanted to bite his dick off.  But forethought trumped that—if she bit his dick off—what then?  He would be incapacitated surely but what of her?  She was well-well secured and as much as she had wrenched and wrenched the bindings she was well tied with very little movement allowed.
	She had no idea where she was which made for another reason NOT to chomped the sonofbitch’s cock off.  But she sure did want to!  She managed to seethe her hatred and deal with the abuse.
	Then,
	The man left her stepping outside of the van.  A minute later and he was back bringing someone else in with him.  Grace was confused and couldn’t be sure but was that a child?
	NO!
	A huge lump formed in her throat with that horrible feeling in her stomach grew intensely so.  Shaking her head Grace tried to block the new horror.  It was a boy—a little boy!  A boy approximately seven years young or so!  Grace retched; she tightened up all the more and was horrified when she felt the young boy’s penis gliding up and down her vagina.
	She shook her head crying “NOOOOOO!” 
	The man behind the boy manipulated the youngster’s penis—up and down—up and down—then in.  With encouragement and schooling (and more manipulation) the boy was fucking.  Grace flung her head in both horror and anger saying “HOW DARE YOU!”
	After a couple of minutes and the boy was moved up to straddle her chest; his little boyish pud placed right between her bodacious breasts.   There he commenced to titty fuck her with the man squeezing her breasts together.  The man himself was straddling—to the point whereas his cock was up against the little boy’s butt.  Grace didn’t know how much more she could take.
	The boy was moved up to Grace’s face where she was told, “Suck him.”
	To wit Grace replied “I will not!”
	To wit The Strangler smiled and the boy began to cry.
	Grace didn’t know what was making the boy cry—well, she knew that it was the man but what he was doing to the boy to make him cry she didn’t know.  When the boy’s cries turned to a near scream,
	“Alright, alright!” she shrieked and began servicing young Todd Bangbrick’s little seven year old cock (and balls.)  She sucked and sucked and sucked and was fucked-fucked-fucked.  While servicing little Todd, The Strangler eased his more than average cunt pleasing cock into her pussy (again).
	After much ado about sucking—the boy was removed and Grace lay heaving.  She couldn’t imagine how much more horrible her experience could be.  Was she in the company of The Strangler?  How many had he strangled?  The last count was 70?  No, those people from the farm—and the Father found with that teenage girl.  That made 77 total strangulations.  Seventy-seven!
	Was she to be 78?
	She shuddered and wondered What The FUCK! was WRONG with that man!  How sick could his mind be?  Had he been molested or abused in some way to make him such a bane to society?  Or, like many mass murderers, was he just a sick twisted individual?
	Grace’s mind began to fog and shut down—a foreboding feeling swept over her—she had not always been a good person; she had occasionally lied to law enforcing agents about some people that were later found not to be accurate.  She had been responsible for many-many convictions that were later found to be unfounded after all.  She never, though, had stole anything.  She never had sexually assaulted anyone.
	She deemed herself a “good person.”  She believed in God but didn’t attend church all that much.  She didn’t despise men—she just didn’t like that all that much.  And when a “woman” had been brought to the forefront of news and subsequent justice for some crime against another she believed a “MAN” was still responsible.

	Outside the open van door and there was cool air—a little too cool.  A blanket would be nice.  To wake up in her own damn bed would be nicer!  But that wasn’t going to happen.  She tried and tried and tried over and over and over to wrench her wrists free but only managed to rip the skin instead.  She just couldn’t fathom how she had come to be in such a horrible situation.
	The man suddenly appeared and did so with another person.
	It wasn’t a little boy this time around but one a little older.  He was naked as well and came into the van positioning himself between her legs.  Grace shook her head pleading but the young boy almost a teenager entered her and began to pump.  As he got into the grove and laid down a little on her she saw that he was about twelve years young; hair color, color of eyes, even skin color was not available.  While the boy pumped he was spanked.
	After a couple of hard pumping minutes the boy came.  He pumped vigorously during the final few seconds and had managed to get Grace herself to cum.  She tried in vain not to cum but finally relinquished herself to orgasm and let it be.  The young boy pumped, strained, and enjoyed possibly his first fuck.  He panted, heaved, sweated, and someone farted.  His cock pulled out and lay against her cummy cunt—minutes later and he was inching up her body…
	Once more she was titty fucked and once more she slobbered on cock.
	This time, the cock was coated in cum—his AND hers!  The young preteen cock filled her mouth—twice!  With its presence and then cum!  After several enduring minutes of sucking the young man’s cock it spurted—right into her mouth!  The was the gag reflex and she very nearly vomited but managed not to.
	The next bit, though—
	The boy turned around and laid down her body; his musty cum coated balls were nestled into her mouth.  Then, once more, the boy’s ass was smacked bare handedly by the reprehensible man.  Grace could feel the heat steaming off of the boy’s ass.  There were more than five good hard smacks—the kind her Daddy used to do to her.
	Used to do to her.
	Used to do to her. 
	The sudden revelation of being abused by her Daddy suddenly erupted into her mind.  She shuddered and was horrified—she had for years upon years suppressed the physical abuse her Daddy doled out to her for reasons she couldn’t remember—she only remembered being bare handed spanked on her bare ass!
	Her mind froze as she remembered being thirteen and getting home late from school—her Daddy whisked her into her bedroom making her undress and lay across her bed.  Just her pants and panties at her ankles.  He spanked her bare ass with his bare hands—she couldn’t remember any more save for being thirteen and spanked bare handed.
	When she opened her eyes and her mind nextly—
	Her mouth was still filled with the twelve year old’s balls but the man, The Strangler! was positioned whereas he was sodomizing the twelve year old boy!  OH!  Grace was horrified.  She saw every inch of the man’s cock sliding near effortlessly into the boy’s hole.  The cock was right there—right there!  It was like seeing a snake devour its prey—every slithering inch invaded the young man’s ass—slow-slow-slowly.  Then pulled out to the head of the cock before plunging back in.
	All the while the young man’s balls were in her mouth!
	OH!
	Then the most horrible part came whereas Grace retched and gagged to the point of spewing—after the man sodomized the boy and subsequently creamed the hole—
	“Lick it.”

	Grace’s stomach tightened.  What horror!  What a fucked up twisted sick demented mind!  Vigorously she shook her head.  The boy’s balls were still in her mouth (although at this point she could have released them.)  As she steadfastly refused the “lick it” command a small white rope-like cord cinched up around Adam Uright’s nut sac.
	The boy began to squirm, pound his hands to the floor of the van, and go thru the motions of intense discomfort.  Grace freaked out a little herself before realizing that she could pull the testicles out of her mouth and scream.  She did so and let loose a flurry of profanities that would make a crusty sailor grin.
	“Lick his hole clean and all will be well.” spoke the soft spoken man.
	“FUCK YOU!” screamed Grace.  “FUCK YOU AND GO TO HELL!”
	“Very well, then.”
	Grace’s eyes bulged as she saw the sash cord used in old windows tighten up about the boy’s testicles.  The testicle sac began to bulge and the boy was screaming to the point whereas his screams no longer could be heard.  His dirt chute was oozing sperm making Grace even more sicker.
	Finally, she relented and lapped the hole clean—then vomited.

	As morning came to be the chill of the air became chillier.  Grace continued to feel ill; the horrible-horrible man (The Strangler!) had cleaned her up, gave her some water; then continued to fuck her mind up with—
	“Ewewew—it’s yucky!”  a little girl’s voice from outside the van.
	Grace tightened up shaking her head—the nightmare continued.
	Straining her head she could just barely see the naked man; she was tired, stressed out, a little stinky, but as the morning became lighter she was enlightened with a more detailed look at her assaulter—long dark hair, muscular build, about six foot, lean, and naked.  For some reason she thought him (from the backside anyways) to be Indian (American type).  He was moving his hips.  Grace had to strain even more to see a brief glimpse of a little six year old girl.  She was naked, blond, and sucking the man’s dick!
	Grace fell back finding her stomach rolling and herself unable to stop retching to the point of once more vomiting.  This interrupted The Strangler! and his abominable doings.  Once more he cleaned her up and for a long-long minute stared at the heaving Grace.  A quirky smile came onto his face and Grace realized—the man was NOT a man but a boy—a teenage boy!
	And he DID look a lot like an American Indian!
	Then he began fingering her pussy.
	Grace twisted trying with all her might to close-snap shut her legs.  This only got her a spanking.  She was laid out on her backside restrained in a most undignified manner, splayed open, and horrendously repeatedly violated.
	More violations were on the way.  Horrible-horrible violations.
	The Strangler! spanked her inner thighs and managed to smack her ass although it was awkward due to the way she was restrained.  Then he mounted her and inserted his cock.  Grace broke down crying.  The man intruded upon her sex—IN her sex and went all the way.  When done he withdrew pulling himself up to rest (again) on her chest for another titty fuck.
	She also sucked his cock and then he dismounted.
	Then he brought in that little girl.
	She was six years young, blond, blue eyes, naked, and a face coated in cum.  The man hoisted her right onto Grace’s face settling her vagina right on Grace’s mouth.  “Lick her.” he said.
	“You sick bastard!” Grace sputtered.
	“Yeah, I know.” he smiled and Grace licked out Chloe’s cunt.

	Grace realized two things as the morning encroached becoming lighter and lighter—the man didn’t seem to care than she could describe him; and two, that possibly meant that there was a reason he didn’t care.  If he WAS the man known as The Strangler! then by all means she had to find a way to get loose.  What a story she would have to tell!  She would be well known for sure; talk shows, a book deal, a documentary “I survived The Strangler!” and so on.
	But first!
	Another girl came into the van.  Grace couldn’t rightly describe “the van”; there seemed to be no windows; the sides and ceiling were covered in carpeting as was the floor.  No chairs and bench seats.  There was a musty odor lingering lifelessly in the air, though.
	Outside as the dawn became day she saw trees—huge towering pines and cedars.  No mountains.  There was the smell of roses, fragrant weeds, and other pleasant aromas associated with mountainesque type place of being.  As for sounds; birds.
	The girl was a teenager, about thirteen years young.  Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, cantaloupe breasts.  Not too tall, average weight, average all around.  She looked scared and was unrestrained and nervously complied with the man’s commands—‘get in’ ‘sit on her face.’
	Doralee did just that.  She clenched up tight on Grace’s face out of fear.
	“Lick her out.” Grace was told.
	Again, “You sick bastard!” from Grace’s lips (as she pressed said lips to Doralee’s pussy.)
	Then,

	Doralee laid down (on her back) on Grace’s body, her head down on Grace’s pussy, her ass/pussy right at Grace’s face/mouth.  The Strangler! came to rest on Doralee easing his cock into the girl’s pussy.  Grace got another Up Close and Too Personal view of penetration—this time into pussy.  It was slow motion for the first few minutes—Grace’s mind was fogged up completely.  Her stomach churned and she was slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y losing it.
	There was a lot of cum!  A lot!  A river of sperm oozed out of Doralee’s pussy a few minutes after The Strangler! got going.  Such a smell (odor) there was, too!  The cock withdrew squirting a gob more onto the girl’s pussy then he rolled off fingering the cum soaked pussy muttering under exhausted breath,
	“You know what to do.”
	Grace grimaced—she knew.  She paused a moment then began “cleaning” the teen’s twat managing to hold off throwing up (again) until the job was done.  Then she ralphed (again).
	The little seven year old boy, Todd, the first one, came back and was positioned on Chloe.  While he fucked the teen, Grace sucked his little hairless nuggets.  She was supplied with information she found interesting on two fronts:	
	Why was she being told about Todd; and the info was interesting.
	Two boys were observed in a backyard of a very nice home (in the valley) and they were being typical boys playing—using a large refrigerator box as a pretend fort.  Or so it seemed.  The box was laid out on the grass amongst some bushes and small trees; a hole (square hole) was fashioned on one side and a boy stood up grinning and looking all around—grinning his face off.
	Inside the box, a second boy (Todd) was sucking the dick of the grinning boy, Charlie.  Charlie had his pants and underwear at his ankles while Todd merely had his penis out of his pants only.  After some sucking, the boys switched; Charlie dropped down and Todd stood up in his place to get his penis sucked and grin his face off.
	Grace was unable to breath after hearing that.
	It still, though, didn’t explain the WHY of why the boy was in such a predicament as he was—or sort of was.  The Strangler! didn’t (or wouldn’t) explain.  Grace deeply wanted to profile the man—he had deep psychological disorders.  (she had no idea how deep!)
	Adam took his turn afterwards.
	And once more she had to lick “clean” Doralee’s pussy.
	The Strangler! gave her some water and a bit of a rest before—
	As day became noon-ish, Grace watched as Todd mounted the little girl, Chloe, dismounted and went on to do same to Doralee.  Meanwhile, Adam put his throbbing hard tool into the little girl and fucked her until he had a hellacious orgasm.  Hellacious!
	To say the least and Grace was horrified, sickened, appalled.
	The Strangler!—not so much.  He rubbed and caressed Todd’s butt, then spanked it before positioning himself on the boy’s butt and humping the cheeks before gliding himself up and down the crack.  Grace closed her eyes tightly hoping beyond hopes that what was happening to her was just a horrible-horrible nightmare.
	But it wasn’t.
	When she opened her eyes again The Strangler! was sodomizing the little boy while the little boy sucked the other boy’s cock!  And the nightmare continued!