August Moone
Book 9
Chapter 11
And the Saga Continues
And Now for Something Completely Different

What happens in the woods—well, you know…
	“That evening, as the lost campers made their way back along the cobblestone road, they noticed that all wasn’t right; the houses all were boarded up.  The skies above grew gray and something bad smelling ravished the air.  But on the children went—passed the great dead trees in the front yards of the boarded up homes, on further down the road they hoped would lead them back to their summer camp.
	Then, where the road widened a sound was heard.”
	“What was it?” asked interruptingly Zoe.
	Wendsy paused; a little wavering smile came to her lips; she cast her coal dark eyes to the interrupter.  “Clop-clop.” she said.
	“Clop clop?”
	“The children turned and saw behind them a huge moose.”
	“A moose?” squealed Sara.
	“What the hell’s a moose?” asked Teri.
	“Think “Bullwinkle” dummy.” smirked Zoe.
	“Oh.”
	Wendsy paused—she hated interruptions.
	“The children turned and saw a moose, he wasn’t too tall as most, very ragged fur, his antlers were twisted and partly broken.  His eyes were yellow and he snorted fog from his huge nose.
	“And he went clop-clop as his front paws made way along the cobblestone road.  Clop-clop.  Clop-clop.  Clop-clop.  He came slowly to the children and they screamed.”
	“Why did they scream?  It’s just a moose.” said Zoe.
	“There’s more—you see, there was only HALF a moose.”
	“Half?”
	“Yes, there was no back half of the animal, just a bloody stump.  No rear feet, he pulled himself along the road snorting enraged.  He wanted to eat the children so he could grow his rear legs.” pause for dramatic effect, then; “so goes the legend of the Ghastly Moose.”

The Hand of Ahz
	Mayhem; masterful chaos chaotically coerced into a bedlam of confused pandemonium.  All circumvented with the wicked smile of Wendsy Wazzamadda who looked upon the distressed Amanda Pluckinkiss as her eyes bulged near out of her skull—this as Wendsy’s “not like other boys” brother Pugsley, stuffed the hapless girl’s pussy from behind.  The other cabin mates, Zoe, Paige, Sara, and Teri, looked on with confused shock.
	After coyly explaining that her brother, Pugsley, was not like other boys in the respect that he had a penis far larger than any average boy.  The girls in the cabin were more than ahed, stunned, even perplexed.  Pugsely proudly stood beside his sister after the invite—of which, of course, boys were not allowed in girl cabins.  Amanda, and the other girls, sat patiently waiting for the presentation and the proof—the proof of what Wendsy was boasting; that her brother had a horse cock.
	To the girls of the cabin, save for Wendsy, they were astounded when Pugsely pushed down his beige camp pants and boxer underwear revealing that what his sister had said about was true—his cock WAS the size of a horse.  The girls stared in wonderment and ah.  Mostly ah.  Then wonderment.  All the girls had seen a cock; a brother’s cock or a little boy’s cock, a crude drawing on the bathroom wall or depicted pictures in a health book.  What Pugsley Wazzamadda had was indescribable.
	Pug’s cock hung down—near to his knees!  Then he took it and began flopping it, waggling it.  The girls should have been shrieking, screaming, barreling out of the cabin—but they were mesmerized and captivated by Pug’s “horse cock.”  So awestruck were the girls that they never saw a disembodied “hand” scurry across the floor, leap up onto a dresser and literally “shit” an EMAD.
	An amused Wendsy sat on her bunk watching as one by one the girls undressed.  Undressed they bent over, hands on their knees, “presenting” their asses for Wendsy to admire.  Wendsy herself had undressed and as she fingered herself, Thang, the Hand of Ahz, lept from the dresser and pounced onto the bare ass of a one Amanda Pluckinkiss.  The girls had been facing Wendsy watching in some delirium as the strange girl fingered herself.  Thang inserted his 6th digit into Amanda’s cornhole and “got after it” before hurling himself over Amanda’s naked backside to pounce on Wendsy’s bald beaver.  There, his extended protrusion from the middle of his palm slipped into Wendsy’s crevice to take over masturbation stimulation.
	Meanwhile, Pugsley began smacking Amanda’s ass with his horse cock. Amanda was mostly oblivious to this rout and was focused on the Hand and the fucking it was doing to Wendsy.
	Wendsy moaned.  She shuddered, perspired, and entered into that special realm that was orgasmic.  Zoe, naked, bent over with her hands on her knees, stared in utter ah.  Such a round face!  Slightly tan body—‘cept where her bra and panties concealed her; dirty blond hair in twin pigtails; incredible blue eyes.  She was so not so innocent with a smattering of naiveness.  But then again, she knew more than she should—or wanted to.  
	Beside her, at an angle, and Wendsy’s naked brother who was spanking Amanda with his horse cock—barely got Zoe’s attention.  Her pussy was trembling as she stared at Wendsy shivering an orgasmic shiver.  Truth be known, Zoe was into fingering herself to enter that mysterious realm.  She had found the pleasure by accident—sitting on the washing during spin cycle.  Then, while riding a horse; going over a cobblestone road while riding in a metal kid’s wagon—and other assorted stimuli.
	Sara was more into the “hand” that was stimulating Wendsy than the act of being stimulated.  It was a severed hand!  She could see, too, the 6th digit extended from the middle of the heal part of the hand.  It acted just like a boy’s dick!  And like Zoe, she paid little to no attention to Amanda’s spanking.
	Paige Lookwarm stared at Pugsley as he spanked Amanda’s ass; she had an older brother she seldom saw naked.  They were church goers; they did community service, were “good people” and not incestuously demented.  As children they had seen each other naked—even bathed together!  But as they got older they respected one another’s modesty.  (turns out, though, her brother was gay!)
	There, too, was the checking out the business of Wendsy.
	Zoe, Sara, Paige, and Amanda, couldn’t keep their eyes from the disembodied hand apparently “fucking” Wendsy Wazzamadda.  It was bizarre!  Even Amanda, who was still being spanked by naked Pugsley’s horse cock was only lucidly aware of being abused.
	Then, while Wendsy wallowed in the sea of ecstasy, Pug wallowed in penetrating Amanda’s asshole.  The girl’s eyes bulged, her face swelled, the expression on her young face was unbelievable and indescribable.  Wendsy fingered herself and looked onto her young cabin mates with an eerie sneer.
	As Pug slowly somehow entered eleven year old stuck-up-better-than-you Amanda Pluckinkiss; Thang, the Hand of Ahz, jumped Zoe.  The girl was unable to move—as were all the cabin girls.  Thang moved in hurried movements all over the naked eleven year old finally coming to the girl’s rear end; where, there, the disembodied hand began spanking the girl!
	Wendsy’s face illuminated greatly as she heard the smacking commencing.
	Amanda was gagging as Pugsley’s cock was invading.

	Thang, the Hand of Ahz, humped young Zoe with a fantastic passion—this after bringing the young girl’s ass to a brilliant shade of red.  As his 6th digit entered her virgin funk hole, a “finger” of Thang entered her virgin pussy.  Wendsy took on a look of sadistic glee.  Amanda was scooted forward to where her undulating mouth was pressed to Wendsy’s trembling cunt.
	Pug hadn’t fully entered Amanda’s asshole—there just was no way his horse dick could.  But he relished in the deed just the same and had in fact made “headway” entry.  No more than that was possible—not at the present time.  After withdrawing the young Wazzamadda gouged the young girl’s pussy as her tongue danced wickedly in Wendsy’s cunt.
	Thang, the Hand of Ahz, slowed his progress down.  He had humped a good hump on Zoe McNobook and flittered about as a result.  Zoe gasped for breath.  The disembodied hand had quite an enormous 6th digit—the size of a very large extended thumb.  It slithered out of the girl’s sex dripping with a slick viscous clear liquid slime.  The humping motion had ceased and all the masterful Hand of Ahz could do was crawl up on the lily white ass of the hapless bent over girl and take a moment to rest.
	Wendsy pulled her legs back saying to Amanda “lick my butthole.”
	Amanda was disgusted but some “mysterious” power propelled her from licking Wendsy’s cunt to licking Wendsy’s asshole.  Pugsley giggled and then snickered before sidestepping to Zoe.  Thang seemed almost drunk as he swashed about the bare backside of Zoe.  He then stretched, farted, then went catatonic as he began to PEE on the girl’s backside!  He did!
	The misfortunate girl was not quite aware of that mishap—her eyes were locked onto what Amanda was doing to Wendsy.  Pug once more began slapping his cock to a girl’s ass (Zoe’s) before gouging it up and down the crack, probing the poop chute, gliding against the cunt that the Hand of Ahz had just fucked.
	After peeing, the Hand of Ahz leaped to the next girl, Sara.

*
Cousin Schitt
	Thang, the Hand of Ahz, wasn’t the only “extra” in Cabin 16.  Just as Pug was getting off on getting off on Paige’s face than did Amanda cock her head to stare at something moving under Wendsy’s assigned bunk.  Pug had just cum in Zoe’s ass, Sara had just sucked his balls, Pugs’ cum wasl over Paige Lookwarm’s face, and Amanda had just licked Wendsy’s asshole.

	What it was was about the size of a basketball—covered in fur.
	From underneath were a pair of feet, monstrous troll-like feet in serious need of a wash, scrubbing, and toenail trimming.  The feet were, in fact, more like “hobbit” feet—from literature.  No hands but a pair of eyes and a large mouth shaped like an oven mitt.  Lots of teeth were inside that mouth along with a long dog-like tongue.
	The fur of the basketball creature was straggly, several shades of brown.
	It stepped out from the darkness of the bunk, yawned, farted, yawned again, then peed.  The stench of the creature’s pee alerted Wendsy to his presence.
	“Cousin Schitt!” pronounced exactly as it seems “SHIT!”
	Pugsley grinned, Wendsy bent over seemingly having no backbone or was very-very limber.  Very.  Her ass remained on the bed, her legs spread out like a limber gymnast, and she simply bent her body nearly double peering down to the basketball sized furry brown creature maybe not dissimilar than a dingleberry.
	Pug whirled Zoe around, patted her ass, and said “Have at it!”
	Cousin Schitt leaped from the stinky puddle he had made and pounced on the hapless eleven year old Zoe.  The creature quickly began humping her ass; the girl’s hand were glued to her knees—in her mind her hands were glued to her knees.  Amanda continued to cock her pretty head one way—and then the other.

The Adventure Begins!
	Cabin stuff
	Destruction!  Mayhem!  Chaos on a grand scale—it was befitting of Wendsy and her brother, Pugsley.  After a night of sexual frivolity whereupon each cabin mate of Wendsy’s did so infacto licked her pussy AND asshole; got spanked horrendously so by Pug’s horse dick; got fucked in the ass by Pug’s horse dick; got gouged in their own pussy (by Pug’s horse dick); and was also sexually assaulted by Thang, the Hand of Ahz, then this happened:
	Camp Director Gary Notnormalami had barged into the cabin unannounced and uninvited.  It was a little after breakfast type time and while rounding up stragglers and lazy bed warmers he noticed a funny “smell” coming from Cabin 16—marijuanna and something not so familiar (sex odor!)
	Barging in hoping to bust the campers he was more than stunned to see six girls plus Pugsley NAKED!  The air was filled with Happy Smoke and Sex Odor.  To say the very-very least, Gary N was lambasted.  His mind could not comprehend entirely what was happening.  He saw girl after girl—naked.  He saw red asses, he saw Wendsy on the bottom of a bunk bed, legs spread, smiling and seemingly delirious as hell; her brother, Pugsley, stood nakedly leaning against a stout dresser smoking a joint, grinning, with his cock hanging near to his knees.
	Gary’s mouth twitched.  He couldn’t get his off of the abnormal schlong.
	It wasn’t right.  Not for a boy of twelve.
	Then his eyes latched onto Zoe McNobook.  Naked, blond, round face, hippie parents, laying exposed on a bunk with HER legs spread wide—Gary N got an instant erection.  Known to be truth, Gary Notnormalami was quasi gay—he was gay due in part that he didn’t want to stray to that side of perversion that was lust—lust for the young summer camp girls he saw in their skimpy swimsuits, walking shorts that gave way to a wayward glance down to their crotches; climbing ropes, climbing logs, legs spread wide as they straddled logs, and so on.
	But he was not gay—his cock said so.
	“Would you like to join us?” Wendsy said as she fingered her naked well licked poon.
	Gary cocked his head oddly; there was a strange look upon his face (wonderment?)  Gary stood some inches ‘neath 2meters/6-feet, slender, goofy hair style, German heritage but was American.  His eyes went to Wendsy’s eyes firstly—then traveled down her smallish frail-like body to where her fingers were busy fingering her sex.
	The man was captivated.  He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.  He could, though, get an enormous erection.
	With Thang’s help, of course, Gary N shed his clothes and one by one, the girls of Cabin 16 (save for Wendsy) sucked his cock.  It WAS almost as abnormal as Pugsley’s, just a few inches shorter.  Amanda’s lips were the first to kiss the man’s penis tip.  He stared in awe and disbelief; Thang danced on the EMAD continuing to manipulate the minds of the cabin dwellers.
	Pug finished off one joint, noshed on some jerky then slammed a beer.
	Wendsy fingered her pussy watching as uppity snooty Amanda P sucked Camp Director Gary’s cock.  Thang jumped from the dresser; in mid flight he took Pug’s joint and smoked it himself during a cartwheel in midair.  Then he landed on Amanda’s ass and slid down “into position” where his 6th digit extended and entered the hapless girl’s pussy.
	Gary just stared and stared—totally mesmerized by Amanda’s actions.
	After two minutes times and it was Teri Hatchfox’s turn.
	Naked Gary was oblivious to the change of cocksuckers, his attention had turned to the incorporeal hand dancing on Amanda’s ass.  The girl lay on her side and there—there was this hand with a sixth finger extruded from heel portion being some inches similar to the length of a cock sliding in and out of the girl’s vagina.
	It was a mindblower to be sure.
	After three minutes of sucking, Teri received a bountiful amount of man jiz.
	The girl choked and gagged, sputtered the spew and fell away retching.
	Gary’s cock remained steadfastly hard—and still sputtering spew!
	Thang, the Hand of Ahz, left Amanda’s love trench to jump onto Teri’s face.  
 	And much like an “alien” fucked her face.
	Paige took up stance on her knees and took Mr. Notnormalami’s cock sucking him for four minutes!  Meanwhile, Pug lit up another joint, slammed another beer, then passed a joint to his sinister sister.  They sat together on the bunk watching with sadistic glee as Thang thoroughly fucked Teri’s face.  Thang’s 6th digit humped the young girl’s face, gouged her eyes, nose, ears, and especially her mouth before pouncing onto the ass of cocksucking Paige.
	It was Sara Wheelshanty who got the next blast of man cum.
	She didn’t like it much and went into near convulsions.
	Zoe sucked Gary’s schlong—but didn’t receive any love cream.
	Wendsy locked eyes with Mr. Notnormalami.
	“Come fuck me.” Wendsy minded to the man in delirium.
	Gary cocked his head, tried hard-hard-hard to think straight.  To no avail, the man made way across the cabin and put his throbbing erection into eleven year old Wendsy’s cunt.  The pumping began and Pugsley grinned the whole time sitting right there next to them!
	Thang had gone onto Zoe, fucking her righteously as she lay in her own delirium on her back.
	Then,
	The cabin door flew open (again) and who should be standing there gawking nearly having a heart attack?  Gary’s sister, Becky.  And she wet herself.  Becky Notnormalami was just as pretentious as her brother—if not moreso.  Blond hair, a little taller, obnoxious, she was taken greatly at seeing her naked brother underneath a naked camper (Amanda.)
	“Take your clothes off,” said Wendsy, “join us.”
	“Yeah,” spoke up a very high Pugsley, “join us!”
	Becky was not about to.  She struggled to get her breath; Gary struggled to get his nuts off again while his cock slammed its way UP into the lovely naked not-even-a-teenager Amanda Pluckinkiss.  Thang left the pussy of Zoe to pounce on the stunned Becky and in a flash had her beige top and dark tan camp shorts off—followed by her undershirt, bra, and lavender panties.
	Not hair one could be found on her vagina.
	A tattoo of a multicolored rearing-snorting unicorn could be found, though, on the left upper quadrant of her poon.  Another multicolored tat of a butterfly was on the right butt cheek!  Thang grabbed her at the shoulder and swung her to the closest bunk that was of Sara Wheelshanty’s.  The Hand of Ahz firstly groped the mindless woman’s 36Cs, squeezing the nipples and “sucking” on them with his mouth (that was in the very middle of the palm).  

 	Thereafter it was a travel down to the woman’s hairless cunt whereupon it settled on humping the sex, nipping the lips, and “fingering”—fingering—fingering until that 6th digit extended and entered therein into the woman’s trench.
	Meanwhile, Gary had cum in Amanda’s cunt.

Into the woods
	Gary had cum in Amanda’s cunt.  The thirty-something odd contorting face man also creamed Paige Lookwarm’s pussy as well as shot a load off into Teri Hatchfox’s asshole.  Then, as a finale, he fucked his sister.  Wendsy continued to smile all the while with her sinister glee.  Pugsley and Thang smoked pot and ate beef jerky.
	At length and a fire was started—how was not clear but the curtains of the cabin (in the area of where Pug and Thang smoked a joint) came afire.  There was mass chaos as fleeing the cabin was essential.  Gary, however, was in the midst of fucking his sister while the other cabin girls watched on.  Wendsy escaped out the nearest window while Pug scrambled away with Amanda and Thang.
	Once passed the wooden pine log fence Wendsy paused to watch Cabin 16 go up in a fiery blaze.  Other campers were scrambling in mass chaos; camp staff were trying to put out the fire with inadequate fire extinguishers.  There was no sign of Pugsley but Wendsy was sure he had gotten away.
	“I think it time to go home.” Wendsy said, “My work here is done.”
	And it wasn’t long before she encountered a dog.
	Correction, not a dog but a wolf.
	Wendsy was not afraid.  It took a lot to shutter the creepy Wazzamadda child.  She cocked her head, knelt down and cooed to the smallish woodsy animal,
	“Hello, doggie.” she said in a calm mono girlish voice.
	The small wolf, gray with black splotches, was at first perplexed.  When encountering the human child it had taken on the stance of “I’m gonna eat you!” then backed down and was confused by the girl’s demeanor.
	Wendsy continued to coo to the wolf; she offered, too, a treat from her pocket to win over the wolf pup.  Thereafter and a friendship was cemented.  Wendsy did not worry about her brother; he could well enough take care of himself.
	At noon it was clear to Wendsy “We’re lost!” and turning back wasn’t really an option.  Still, she wasn’t worried or even the least bit concerned.  There was concern about her brother—slightly.  She needn’t be, he was fine—

Into the other woods
	Possibly by careless use of his lighter lighting up his doob the fire in Cabin 16 was started.  Pugsley fled out the backdoor with Thang and Amanda.  Why Amanda?  Just because—he wasn’t finished with her for one and there was just something about her.
	So into the woods following the trail he thought his sister had gone.
	He was wrong.
	No big deal—Wendsy was quite capable of taking care of herself.
	After crossing over the fence and leaving the outer boundaries of Camp Bearmessedindawoods, Pug and associates headed for Lost Creek and Lost Miner Camp where he and Wendsy had planned to meet up under should certain adverse conditions arise.  Those conditions had come and Pugsley was on his way.
	However,
	He was still kinda high from toking so his directions were a little off.
	At the top of a hill he did look back to see the flames of Cabin 16 erupting; sirens were in the air along with grand chaos of the Camp.  Pug smiled, farted, and then moseyed on down the hill with Thang on Amanda’s shoulders goading her along.
	The intent was to meet up with Wendsy at the Lost Miner cabin—but he was going in the opposite direction for that to happen.  By mid afternoon he stopped to pee and delighted in watching Amanda pee.  He was going to do something (to Amanda) when he heard “voices.”
	A brief pause to try and pick up on the voices but they were carried by the breeze wafting thru the woods—along with cinders, scents, and odors of smoke, burning woods, and flesh!
	Pug smiled, farted, then looked over Amanda as she stood naked before him.
	No, he wasn’t thru with her by a long shot.
	Fucking the uppity stuck up girl was one thing; torturing her would be another.  Spanking was only the beginning; Pug wanted to see her maybe with a shaven head, maybe missing arms and legs?
	“Whattya think, Thang, take her head off?”
	Thang bounced on Amanda’s shoulder leaping up onto the top of her head where he pounded the heal of his hand/body to the unfortunate girl’s head.  Then, a digit tapped out some sort of code that Pug understood.  The clothed boy nodded, farted, then cast a gaze onto the naked girl that if she hadn’t been frapped in the mind she would have certainly screamed her head off.
	“Can we reanimate her head once we take it off?” Pug wondered aloud.
	Thang tapped his finger but in mid coding paused with finger up—
	On the breeze of the woods came sounds—people!

Wendsy and the Wolf
	The grey wolf pup’s nose was cold and wet.  Wendsy squatted before the apparently tame animal cooing and petting him.  Wendsy got a good face licking.
	“What are you doing out here by yourself, wolfie?”
	The grey wolf pup whimpered but continued to lick Wendsy’s face.  So amorous was the licking from the pup that his aggression knocked the creepy girl over.  She giggled and the wolf pup “mounted” her.  More face licking, more petting.  Wendsy seldom (if ever) giggled.  She even laughed out loud!
	Of course, with great laughter comes a great pee to follow.
	Standing up the girl of equally creepy parents stood up and after looking around for interlopers hiked up her paisley old fashioned dress—this after ditching the crappy camp clothing of a style she very muchly detested.  The wolf cub stood back on all fours, tail wagging, tongue lolling, eyes fixed upon Wendsy clad in her pristine basic white panties.
	“Do you like what you see, wolfie?”
	As in answer, the wolf pup yelped.
	Wendsy paused half a moment then inched down her panties stepping out of them.  Then she held the undergarment in one hand and her dress up in the other before commencing to pee.
	Not a long pee but a good one just the same.
	The wolf pup yelped again and after the strange girl had peed he stepped forward, sniffed the puddle then locked eyes and nose to Wendsy’s cunt.  The tail stopped wagging as the animal was in deep-deep thought.  Wendsy looked onto the pup with and ire of mystic coupled with a bit of eerie macabre.
	“Not here,” she said, “but I know a place.”  and with panties in pocket, dress smoothed down, the girl turned and made way down a small woodsy path.  The wolf pup followed—well, wouldn’t you?

	It was almost evening type time by the time Wendsy and the wolf pup made it to Miner’s Creek.  Nearby was Miner Camp with a miner’s shack partly built into the side of a hill.  The shack was—deplorable but it had long been abandoned.  Broken cement floor, the sides and roof were of corrugated tin, wood, logs, and hillside.  Inside was a pair of bunks, a wood stove, and not much else.
	Campers had made use of the stove, the bunk beds were of wood frame and bare mattress.
	“Come, wolfie,” said Wendsy, “could be a long wait.” Wendsy knew her brother—sometimes he was easily distracted.  Eventually, though, he found his way to where he was supposed to go.  Eventually.

	Wendsy plopped down on one of the bunks never minding the dust she stirred up.  The wolf pup came right up to Wendsy placing his muzzle between her legs.  Wendsy carefully so as not to possibly anger the pup played with the animal’s head but mostly she stroked his fur and ears and down his backside.  It was while stretching so as to travel her hand down the wolf pup’s backside that in doing so the wolf pup was able to place his wet nose right into the crotch of Wendsy Wazzamadda.
	The presence cause Wendsy to suddenly jerk—then her sadistic side took over.  She thought of Amanda Pluckinkiss licking her pussy—then licking her asshole.  She thought of Amanda pleasantly and desired the girl to be doing her again.  But in lieu of the good girl from a good well-to-do family—
	“Would you like to EAT me, wolfie?”
	‘does a bear shit in the woods?’  (well, does he?  I’ll wait, you go watch.)
	Wendsy settled on her hands cocking her head side to side in deep thought.
	Then,
	Leaning back some she began working her panties down.
	The wolf pup stepped back; its cold dark eyes (not animal brown) watched carefully; its tongue hung out to one side as it panted; its tail wagged furiously then slowed as concentration took precedent.
	With panties at the knees, the girl tilted her head this way and that before slowly inching them on down and then off.  Then she worked her dress up and slowly off rendering herself naked.  A long pause and then she parted her legs, leaned back and slowly began fingering herself.  A wavering smile came to her lips, her dark eyes darkened even more as she conveyed “come get some.”
	As if knowing what the strange human girl said, the wolf pup stepped up.  Wendsy could feel his hot breath breathing onto her bald poon.  Somehow it made her feel giddy inside.  Parting her legs she reoriented her body whereas her ass was right on the edge of the funky bed.  Pulling her legs back she made herself easy access.  The wolf pup wagged his tail, his doggie wolf dick was out (and dripping!)
	Wendsy wriggled; she closed her eyes and felt the presence of the wolf’s nose pressing against her pussy.  Then there was a quick lick.  The wet nose was an unusual presence causing the creepy girl to clench.  The wolf’s nose gouged her sex; Wendsy gripped the sides of the animal’s head practically dragging him into her.  The wolf pup made some sort of sound; he licked, lapped, and nipped the girl’s pussy finding that he was exciting the girl with his flicking tongue.
	More excitement came as the animal finally crawled up gliding his slicked up wolf penis against her pussy.  The intensity of the moment heightened as the hard reddish beastly organ began entering her.  Wendsy’s barely there nipples perked up; the wolf pup slithered his doggie penis into the girl’s sex.  The girl tensed up; her eye lids fluttered, and it was the most unique fuck ever!
Well, fuck me! 
	Peering over some shrubs and there was a family making merry (and noise).
	Pug stared assessing the family one by one; a mommy figure, a boy in his middle teens, a girl in her upper teens, a girl in her younger beginning teens, and then a wee one—who had wee’d herself.  And while the two girl teens whisked her off to one side of the campground’s tent, the teen boy slyly watched them—slyly watched them as the wee girl’s short camp shorts were tugged down followed by her pink panties.
	Meanwhile, the mommy figure picked her panties out of her ass.
	“Whattya think, Thang,” giggled Pugsley, “should we entertain them?”
	Thang humped the top of Amanda’s head.  Pug still wanted to sever the girl’s head and see if Thang could keep it alive—maybe even wear it!  Pug wanted to have his dick in the girl’s mouth while the head was removed from her body.
	Anyways,
	Fifteen year old Bryan James Waywater made a surreptitious adjustment to his crotch as he saw his five year old sister stripped naked, washed down, and fresh panties pulled up.  An unnatural desire was nestled deeply within him.  The honey blond haired little girl bolted after her undies were cinched up—running straight to her big brother who scooped her up (with a hand supporting her butt.)
	Thirteen year old Brianna stepped behind the family tent—and out of sight of prying eyes—well, out of Pug’s prying eyes.  Thang, the Hand of Ahz, was right there watching, though, as the fresh teenager undone her pants pushing them and her green tinted undies down.  She squatted, farted, and commenced to ushering out of her a great stream of pee.  Thang’s middle digit finger tapped nervously the ground.
	Unable to contain himself he moved effortlessly along the ground right up to the girl’s squatting butt.  Just as the final stream of tapering off the Hand of Ahz seized opportunity and sprung upwards clamping onto the lily white cheeks of the teen inserting his infamous 6th digit into her not-so-virginal vagina.
	There’s being fingered and then there’s “being fingered!”
	Pugsley smiled and fondled himself—inasmuch as fifteen year old Bryan smiled and fondled his little sister, five year old panty clad only, Bonnie.  The mommy figure, Marlene, had an “itch” satisfied only by “digging” and “fingering”.  She did so while doing what bears do in the woods.  This left oldest Waywater child, Brandy, to slip off to one side of the camp—opposite her brother, sisters, and mom, and light up a doob of her own!
	This left Bryan to be more free in his fondling of his unwary little sis; sitting her on the picnic table and looking all around for security sake the young teen made quick work of “fingering” out and out his baby sister’s snatch.  

 	Perspiration piled up on his forehead as he boldly slipped his fingers inside the crotch of her yellow kiddie shorts.  Little Bonnie was oblivious to be molested and laughed, giggled, told kiddie jokes, and seemed to be completely unawares to her brother’s misdoings.
	Finger-finger-finger!
	It seemed that the young man was going to “whip it out” and possible have his way with the girl right then and there when teen sisters Brianna and Brandy stumbled back into the camp.  Pugsley came into view; smiling, grooving, and amused to whatever Thang was going to do.  Thang was in charge.
	Marlene Waywater, the mommy, slung her head trying to clear it as she was in disbelief as to what she was seeing.  What she was seeing was her children taking their clothes off.
	“No,” she said becoming a little frightened and a lot concerned, “no-no-NO!” but,
	Yes, yes, yes!
	Seventeen year old Brandy had a nice-nice body; and she looked fifteen!
	Fifteen year old Bryan had sandy brown hair, freckles, round face, and looked thirteen!  His thirteen year old sister, Brianna, looked twelve!  Bonnie, the one whom Bryan very nearly fucked right then and there, was the only one with blond hair.  She was a cutey and waved to Pugsley.
	The teen children stared in beleaguered awe as their Mom began stripping.
	Bryan and Brianna were very confused; Brandy was frightened and knew sort of kind of what was going on.  She began to panic.  Looking around she saw Pugsley—then saw Thang, the disembodied Hand of Ahz dancing on a remote control-like device on the picnic table.
	“What the fu—” her quip was nipped as something overwhelmed her and her fingers began fumbling about removing her clothing.  Siblings Brianna and Bryan also began undressing.
	Once naked—the show!
	Thang continued to dance on the remote control device, EMAD.  Bryan continued to have an amazing hard-on and a strong desire to fuck.  Little Bonnie was pushed down to a laying down position and while stunned family watched on, Bryan pulled off his little sister’s shorts and panties.
	Marlene looked horrified and like someone had socked her in the stomach as she watched in horror her son “go down” on Bonnie.  Whether or not there was “resistance” on Bryan’s part was not known; but the naked youth with a tremendous hard-on licked seemingly happily all the while.
	Marlene was convulsing as she stood—“Stop!” she stammered out loud.
	“Stop it!” cried out the girls, Brandy and Brianna.
	“Who ever you are,” said Marlene, “please—stop this!”
	Apparently, Marlene was “in the know” and knew someone was controlling her son.  Supposedly.  Brianna began to sob, Brandy tried (in vain) to fight back the control over her mind and body.  When she thought she might have a better chance by “giving in” somewhat—she was doomed right off.
	Not that she had a chance against Thang!  The Hand of Ahz!

*

Ewewe, doggie cunt breathe!
	The use of socks on wolfie’s paws helped cut down being scratched—it wasn’t Wendsy’s first time with a doggie.  The swelling of the wolf pup’s dog dick in her pussy sent incredible feelings throughout her young lithe body.  Sensational feelings that were more than orgasmic.  She shuddered and was able to mouth,
	“That was a good one, wolfie.” And it was.
	Comparing her brother’s dong to the wolf pup’s dong—not contest.  Pugsley’s dong was larger—way larger.  The wolf pup’s dong was slicker but no less dramatic.  Both dongs were more than pleasurable and excited the usually creepy girl grandly; but there were differences.  Wendsy had had some goat dick once, doggie dick more than once (but less than five times) and then there was the encounter with Calrouse; a black as midnight stallion.  No penetration, just a heck of a lot of rubbing and humping.
	Anyways,
	The wolf pup’s cock brought her to the brink of orgasmic bliss—then at the vital end pushed her over.  She lay on the musty mattress in slight delirium as her pussy leaked doggie cum and tingled her there.  Meanwhile, the wolf pup licked her pussy!  He did!  His hot doggie/snatch breath continued to excite her—thrill her.  The animal’s wet nose plunged into her hot bothered sex and Wendsy, grabbing the dog’s ears, began to pump.
	Amazingly and did almost the whole muzzle of the wolf pup go into Wendsy’s cunt.  She shuddered.  She farted, peed, came, and shuddered.  She even called out “GOD!” as the spasms that were orgasmic seethed within her.  Her nipples stiffened and she desired to be spanked.  Hard!  Often her brother did that sinister deed—spanking her with his hard 2x4-like cock, a paddle, his hand, and whip.  Being spanked thrilled her and made her having shuddering orgasms inasmuch as getting laid.
	Punishing Pugsley also thrilled Wendsy; pinching her brother’s balls, trapping his cock in a vice, dripping hot wax onto the head of his penis—and into the piss slit.  Watching him squirm and cum to the brink of anguish made the young Wendsy piss-cum.
	Many minutes were needed before Wendsy was able to collect herself.
	“Wow.” She managed to mutter.  She sighed deeply and longly.  Getting fucked by her brother scored high on the Wow Factor.  Dicked by previous non-human cock—equally high wow factoring.  Dicked by the wolf pup?  Off the scale.
	Shuddering again the girl managed to sit up.  She locked eyes with the dark eyed animal who backed up and sat down.
	“That was a good one.” she managed to say again.  After a “whew” she petted the wolf pup, gathered herself even more, sighed again, then set about cleaning the cabin—just sweeping and picking up strewn stuff to make it more homey.  The mattress was shaken out and there was the matter of stoking the pot bellied stove then stepping out to do business behind a bush.
	Then she took a nap awaiting her brother.
	When she awoke—she was alone.  It was dark-dark; the fire in the stove had died down so she stoked it back to life then sat at the open door.  She did not sense the presence of her animal lover—which kind of distressed her.  The moon was full; the air reeked of wild mint and roses.  Wendsy was alone.
	“To be alone
	  Leave me alone on a sandy beach
	  So I can listen to the waves
	  Lap light on the shore,
	  Then, without a word, move back
	  Into sea to come again

	  Leave me to sit on a rock
	  Surrounded by the sea
	  And hear the waves crash on
	  The stone wall around me

	  The ocean is still out a league

	  The bright moon dances on the
	  Shimmering glass-like surface
	  Like a thousand mirrors shinning in the sun

	  A gull calls out overhead
	  And breaks the silence in my mind

	  We are as one in nature

	  As the gull turns back seaward
	  The lazy methodic clap of his
	  Great wings pierces the night air

	  Then, suddenly, it heads downward

	  It breeches the surfaces with its beak
	  And hurries off with its prize

	  The ripples formed move toward me

	  As each succeeding circle reaches out
	  The placid moonlight is bounced into my eyes

	  I am not lonely
	  I am alone.”

	Wow, that’s deep…

When all else fails, be enigmatic
	When the chill of the forestry night air sharpened, Wendsy retreated back into the cabin.  She was sure for relative certainty that her father would be ecstatic about her having a hand in the destruction of the summer camp.  Still, though, Wendsy was not overly pleased about being SENT to the summer camp.  Pugsley didn’t seem to mind as it gave him an excuse to be destructive.
	There was no door to the miner’s cabin—it had been sacrificed by campers long ago so Wendsy sat with folded legs on the funky mattress watching the door.  Every noise alerted her—and try-try as she might she could not keep from nodding off.  More than once she awoke herself with a jolt calling out,
	“Wolfie?  Is that you?” but no, only a frog, a bird, or the wind.

	“A Knight in Shinning Armor—so bold and so sleek

	  Knowing that Death lingers with every breath
	  Not with the wind-blown silence that wlls
	  In the face of Death but the graciousness of a
	  Gift that senses an everlasting torture
	  How impetuous this young bold Knight
	  There can be no braver than he

	“Into with there walks the Devil’s Army
	 Nothing so ever treacherous as those who slay for fun
			Shun those evildoers with their wands
			And dragons!  How intriguing to stand and watch
			and sneer at the very sight of 
	Shuttering fools that run and scamper at his fearing band
	How virtually intriguing (and interesting) to scorn those fools
	Immense velocity soars!  A terrible fierce dragon awaits
	Now who shall be brave—the will of the Evil One
	Nodding and approving with strikes of his wand
	Internally twitching his horns?
	Nothing thoug so bold with glare as the brave
	Good Knight in shinning armor facing a certain death

	A piece of shield, a lance, and a powerful steed
	Running to end it all
	Mortally hefting the lance, taking aim for the
 	Over-acted fire of the dragon
	Rather a bold thing actually—the dragon so much
			Larger and powerful—but lo!
			The Knight has won!”

Why do you have doggie breath?
	Rituals being what they are, Wendsy had to pee.  It was early morning light and the urge was great as was the need.  Just outside and to the left was a suitable place to do business.  When she stood up pulling up her panties—there was this boy.  He was about ten years young or so; dark eyes, dark brown hair with splotches of gray.  Baby face cheeks, he seemed almost frail—inside the three piece boy suit he wore.
	“Hello.” Wendsy said to him.
	The boy didn’t speak and offered no expression whatsoever.
	“My name’s Wendsy.”
	The boy blinked his eyes (and kept those eyes on Wendsy’s eyes.)
	“Are you alone?” Wendsy asked.
	Nothing from the boy.
	“Are you lost?” Wendsy persisted.
	Only blinking eyes from the misplaced boy.  He seemed well groomed, clean, but Wendsy detected a slight scent of—something familiar.
	She stared and stared at the boy tilting her head this way and that.
	The boy backed up when Wendsy approached,
	“Come,” Wendsy said, “I’m waiting for my brother.” She took the boy by the hand and led him into the cabin.  The boy never let his eyes move from Wendsy’s eyes.  He didn’t smile, sneeze, or even toot!  Wendsy, unnerved a bit, stared into the boy’s soul.  She held his hands—and stared.
	Finding nothing, though, Wendsy wavered a smile and thunk up a new plan.
	Saying nothing, she lay down on the mattress and began inching down her panties.  The boy remained still—eyes that were once locked onto the creepy girl slowly-slowly-s-l-o-w-l-y traveled down to what she was doing.  And with her panties at her knees—she pulled her legs back fully exposing her goodie box.
	“Do you like what you see, wolfie?”
	The boy wrinkled his nose, stared-stared-stared at Wendsy’s bald beaver—
	And got wood.
	The boy suddenly looked down to his boy parts tucked inside his dark blue suit slacks and seemed to be in awe.  Wendsy sat up, “What’s the matter, wolfie?” she asked.
	The boy looked up to her and finally exhibited emotion—confusion.
	Wendsy stretched out her hand slowly and took holt of his boyish erection.
	The boy let her.
	Wendsy fondled the boy’s pudling finding it “growing” as she masterfully masturbated it.  She also clutched his balls.  The once confused expression left the boy’s face and he was calm.  Wendsy carefully unzipped the boy’s trousers and fished out his penis.  It was pink, about five inches, and thicker than most boys his age should have.  No pubes covering his young nuggets; Wendsy fondled the boy and slowly worked his dark blue slacks off.
	Inside his suit jacket she saw a name imprinted on the inside pocket:
	Mark Darkgool
	Wendsy offered her best smile—“Mark” gave her his normal stare.
	As she continued manipulating his cock—she discovered it was more “dog-like” than not.  Her pussy tingled; a shuddering consumed her and she clenched her sex.  The boy remained stoic faced, calm, and to some unnerving.  Wendsy found him charming and slipped off her dress—then proceeded to slip off Mark’s clothes.

*

Familiar theme themeingly familiar
	Laid out on the picnic table, Marlene Waywater, was very much out of her mind.  She knew in part what was happening—but couldn’t believe by who!  A boy!  A mere boy!  But wait!  There’s more!  Her mind just couldn’t wrap itself around what she saw—mostly in a blur but still, there was seemingly this hand…
	 A hand.
	Just a hand.
	It was impossible.
	It couldn’t be—it just couldn’t be!
	Then there was this boy, he was naked, about twelve or thirteen; pudgy, strange haircut, and seemingly with a “high” face.  Then there was his cock.  Marlene didn’t want to stare—certainly not to a boy’s “boy parts.”  But this strange boy with strange haircut had a HORSE COCK!
	Marlene was barely aware of her situation—naked, spread eagled on the picnic table—TIED securely to said table.  She was mesmerized by the naked boy—and his amazing cock!  Then—then she saw what she couldn’t believe.  Her children—her children were also naked!  That wasn’t right.
	But the hand—the hand that scurried all about the campsite.  Something definitely wasn’t right there.  It was mindboggling and too much for her mind to cope with—she passed out.  Which was probably good ‘cause the boy with the horse dick and the scurrying hand did outrageous things to her children.  Outrageous.
	As per the norm—the norm for those who have EMADs in their inventory, the sisters, Brandy and Brianna sucked off their brother, Bryan.  Happily and was Pugsley watching with “sadistic glee.”  As one sister sucked on her brother’s cock, the other sucked on Pugsley.  Meanwhile, Thang, the Hand of Ahz, smacked the ass of the girl sucking Pugsley.  
	Marlene languished in a sea of consciousness.
	Thang clutched the cheeks of Brandy, shoved his 6th digit into her poon hole, then spun around.  Brandy, as her brother and sister, was not the same—her mind was greatly frapped and possibly not aware whatsoever that she was sucking off her brother.  She sucked and sucked and seemed to be somewhat a pro about it.  Thang spun himself into such a position as he was facing downward with his 6th digit in her sopping wet vagina.  He pounded the heel of his hand against her seriously getting into the deed.
	Nearby and Brianna slurped her brother’s cock.
	The sisters resembled one another greatly, separated only by age they appeared to be more like twins.  Their brother, too, resembled them as a twin.  The girls had the same hair style but brushed the opposite direction.  Brianna spoke distinctly—this after years of wearing braces.  She had a special charm etched on her face, soft supple breasts, a nice body form, and was not opposed to giving her brother and handjob.   A blowjob, however, was yucky and not something she offered her horny teenage brother.  That job was left to her more giving sister.

	Brandy not only whacked off her horny brother but sucked him, too.
	Brandy had soft features, mostly her face.  She looked alluring; was very smart, outgoing, athletic, and lead singer in the trio’s garage band.  They sang Christian songs, for their church and school, social events, and so on.  Before, during and after they engage in immoral conduct never realizing that at some point in time they would be doing so openly.
	At length, Thang pounced on Marlene’s hairy cunt.  It was a trimmed cunt but still womanly with pubes.  Thang stretched out his digits and inserted his 6th digit.  The 6th digit was like a “thumb” and it grew as it made vaginal entry—much like a regular cock.  Marlene came around (somewhat) and began to thrash as she was violated.
	Brandy sat on her brother’s face wiggling her cunt onto his face.  More than once had they gone the full relationship that was incestuous.  More than once did Bryan stuff his cock into his sister’s cornhole.  Brianna was content with masturbating her brother and watching as he and Brandy fucked around—meanwhile she fingered herself.  Brianna was not, however, a virgin.  Like many girls, she liked little boys.
	While Brandy humped Bryan’s face, Brianna settled onto his throbbing hard cock.  Then, the girls came together to kiss.  Bryan’s hands worked madly all over his sister’s naked bodies—sliding up all over Brandy’s ass, thighs, and sides.  He did likewise to Brianna then clutched her ass hips as his cock soared nicely inside her pussy.  He shuddered and began shooting massive shots of jiz.
	Meanwhile, Thang was devouring Marlene’s cunt—specifically her cunt hairs.  Marlene languished in reality (reality—what a concept!) partly aware that something was strangely amiss.  She couldn’t rightly fathom what was going on but—it seemed like someone was pulling the hairs out of her pussy!
	Brandy and Brianna seriously were into kissing—but neither had ever done so before.  Neither had they “kissed” their brother.  Sucking his dick was one thing but kissing him?  Ewewewe!
	Of course, instigator and perpetrator got involved, too; neither girl had seen a cock like that of Pugsley’s—NO ONE had seen a cock like that of Pugsley’s!  Spanking the girls was of a particular thrill for the not-quite-teen boy.  It was long, thick, hard, and delivered as much pleasure spanking as it did penetrating.  After the girls had taken turns riding their brother’s inadequate boyish cock—they took on Pugsley’s cock.
	Firstly they loved on it; kissing was one thing—but then they began slobbering on it.  And there was enough “cock” for both girls to enjoy—much to the disdain of their mother who had “come around” and managed to sit up.  Just enough to see the sordid goings on.  Her eyes widened; she clenched all over, then cast her eyes down to the disembodied hand fucking her.
	Marlene couldn’t cope and she passed out again.
	Thang, the Hand of Ahz, had managed to slurp up all the pubes of the woman’s cunt making it smooth and very bald.  Thang’s 6th digit was happily borrowing into the woman’s poon making the woman cum without her knowing.  Bryan came around somewhat himself—fully aware that he had had extreme sexual relations with his sisters (in the company of their mother out in the open)
	Neither girl was quite capable of taking on Pug’s horse cock.  But that was alright with him; his cock was adaptable and after “in the mouth” the girls were taken to a level of pain, discomfort, ecstasy all one.  The event left them a little more than fucked up.  Pain and joy, coupled with discomfort and an ever lasting tingling sensation was something neither girl was capable of comprehending.
	“Come on, Thang,” Pugsley said, “we gotta get.”
	Thang leapt from the bald poon of Marlene to Pugsley’s shoulder and they left the naked family to be bewildered for evermore.

*

That thing you do—do it again
	It was long, pink, and slick—and totally not like a human dick at all.  
 	Totally!
	Although Wendsy was young and not even in advanced schooling, she well enough understood that “Mark” was not quite human.  He was a shapeshifter, preference to the “dog line”; specifically foxes and wolves.  He was a quiet boy, soft brown eyes, well groomed, and definitely misplaced (being alone in the woods.)
	Wendsy found in the inside pocket of Mark’s suit a “pet”.  A tarantula.
	And although no verbal words were spoken, when Wendsy looked upon Mark she was asking “does your pet have a name?”
	In response, in her mind she heard “Scurry.”
	The tarantula “scurried” all over Wendsy’s hand—Wendsy, of course, was not alarmed.  She didn’t shriek, scream, twitch or tremble.  Scurry scurried up Wendsy’s arm, around her neck, across her chest (naked chest) then pounced onto its master.  Wendsy continued manipulating Mark’s doggie dick until it was dramatically engorged and “ready.”  Then she lay down on the musty mattress and Mark crawled up onto her.  He never smiled, hardly blinked his eyes, and offered no expression whatsoever.
	Wendsy was ok with that—she liked a mystery man.
	She liked Mark, too.  And though he was a mere boy—he had good lovemaking prowess.  (he also maintained his doggie dick and Wendsy liked that most of all!)
	Often times did young Wendsy hear her parents “getting it on.”  Physical pleasure.  Sex.  Intercourse.  Fucking!  Wendsy well enough understood the concept of how babies were made.  There was none of that crap about “storks” from heaven depositing “diamonds” in a cabbage patch and bullshit rhetoric like that.  Sex.  Intercourse.  Fucking!  Plain and simple.
	Smoothing her hand over Mark’s smooth ass, Wendsy shuddered as she felt the boy’s doggie dong surge.  She succumbed to shuddering, her nipples hardened and as she herself entered into that wondrous realm that was orgasmic—young Mark’s transformed back into wolf pup.  The pumping action increased and both lovers enjoyed the ultimate bliss of their unionship.

	After personal business off to one side of the cabin (use your imagination here) the creepy Wazzamadda girl found personal joy in prancing about butt naked.  Usually she was clad in underwear at least, a camisole at least.  Admittedly there was some odd pleasure in going about in the buff.
	Also, while buffing about—Mark had gone back to wolf form and stuck his nose into Wendsy’s business.  She liked it.  A lot!  More action followed with Wendsy returning to the musty mattress and Mark-wolf pup licking out her pussy, driving his muzzle into her pussy, and bringing the young girl to a new level of ah.
	Suddenly, Mark’s ears perked up.  A deep growl alerted Wendsy that something wasn’t right.  She tensed as she sat (nakedly) on the bed staring out the open cabin door.  Mark growled more and Wendsy—not familiar with fear, grabbed a handy stout tree limb destined for the woodstove.
	But then a furry creature appeared.
	“Cousin Schitt!” exclaimed Wendsy.  “Where have you been?”
	A series of “clicks” and “whirrs” was the answer.  Wendsy seemingly understood.  She smiled, thought something over; then said,
	“Let’s go see.”

	There was the casual thought of traipsing thru the woods naked but on second thought Wendsy pulled up her panties and slipped back on her dress—all the while in the presence of Mark—who shapeshifted back into human form before her eyes.  He was so cute!  She helped him back into his clothes then followed the impatient Cousin Schitt.
	Thru the woods, over a hill, the scent of burning cabins still hanging lifeless in the air.  It brought a smile to Wendsy, her Father would be proud of the mayhem she and her brother had caused.  Other mayhem was happening in the woods.  Cousin Schitt led Wendsy right to it—
	A cabin in the woods.
	A Hunter’s Cabin; rustic, no frills, no thrills.
	Running water was from a nearby creek.  No road to the remote cabin—you walked in some two miles from the nearest dirt road.  No phone and no cell phone service—deep in the woods far from civilization and prying eyes.
	In the cabin were two deviant men; odd men, one some years older than the other, and deviant.  Both had human qualities that weren’t quite—“human.”  The shorter/younger man resembled strongly that of a “duck.”  He didn’t have a “bill” like a duck but his jaw and facial features were “duck-like.”  His older friend was wiry, tall, and there was something terribly-terribly wrong with his hair.  One, there was lots of it; two, it looked like a 1960s love-in party gone very wrong.  The hair was red—and there was lots of it.  The hair, also, was “afro-like”, multi colored streaks that were dull and it seemed as if though he had been electrocuted.
	The two men, brothers, were not alone—of course.

	On her hands and knees, clothed, was a girl about eleven years young.  She was not happy about being on her hands and knees, or being in the company of the two men.  However, the mystical-magical-electronical power of the mind altering device the company of men possessed compelled her to comply.  The girl’s “awareness” level was high and at times she was controlled only by verbal and physical threat.
	The girl had “bird-legs”; she was incredibly slender with two very small “apples” for titties.  Long-long honey blond hair, a long narrow face, and sporting a major attitude.
	“You better let me go, you weird weirdoes!” she said to the two weird weirdoes.
	Both men merely giggled and smirked (and paid her no attention.)
	Except the unwanted kind…
	The girl was pretty, not much in the titty department but that seemed to be alright with the two weird weirdoes.  Her honey blond hair was ultra curly-twirly and hung down to mid torso.  A nice trim body, tight-tight ass (in her tight-tight designer jeans).
	Zander, with leaves and twigs in that huge red afro, positioned himself behind the girl, stood her up (still on her knees) and held her.  The electronic device held her mind but not one hundred percent.  The girl wiggled in his light grasp; she began to breathe hard as the realization of her predicament began to come clear (clearer) to her.  Especially when the “duck man”, Plucky, stood before her and undone his pants.
	“OH MY GOD!” she uttered.
	Zander chuckled and Plucky—wore undies commando style (none).
	More wiggling got Serena Jane Whoppop more spanking.
	She settled down—some.  Her eyes fully locked onto the man’s cock.
	Paul “Plucky” Y’kculp stroked his more than average cock; it curved to one side with the helmet a little oddly shaped, too.  No pubes and there were not two testicles cinched up under the seven inch boner but THREE!  He was an odd duck for sure!
	Stroke-stroke-stroke.
	Serena gasped for air as her pretty eyes locked onto the man’s doing.
	The man behind her continued with his doings, too; fondle-fondle, grope-grope, finger-finger.  Serena wriggled some as the man’s fingers pinched her crotch.  She started shaking her head—and giving in to panic.  Zander smacked her ass, squeezed her ass, then rubbed on it sailing the girl into full panic mode.  The sudden realization of what was happening to her had finally come to her.
	“NOOOOO!” she screamed aloud.  Tears began to flow and she tried to wrench away from Zander’s grasp.  The man with the huge red afro brought back into play his minding altering gadget.  The girl settled down—sorta/kinda.
	“Problem?” asked Plucky.
	“Still in the yellow zone.”
	Plucky, he spoke with a thick Southern (US) drawl and a slight lisp and/or speech impediment, shrugged saying “We’ll jess have to make do; like always.”
	“Like always.” Zander said with a slightly slurred speech, too.
	The girl was calmer but still a lot aware of her predicament.
	Plucky, with his dick still out (and hard) stepped up to where he could rub his dick against the girl’s face.  She gasped, eyes bulged, and she shuddered to trembled all over.  Plucky placed his prick against the girl’s nose and began to hump.  With his hairless testicles (all three of them!) up against the girl’s mouth she was told (by Zander) to “suck ‘em.”
	Serena resisted—at first.  A hard smack to her ass put her to suckling the man’s balls.  The girl wept along with gagging.  Meanwhile, the man behind her undone her pants.

*

Fuzzy intentions
	Laurie Brokevile was having a bad day; her cowboy boyfriend had found her naked in the hot tub with his best friend.  Neither Laurie or the best friend knew of Lloyd’s “dark side.”  He was a cowboy, was on a rodeo circuit, helped with a rancher’s cattle range, and had a “dark side” no one knew about—until too late.
	For the best friend, Luke Scavenger, he was dragged out of the hot tub tying him to an electrified fence pole—power was off at the time.  Luke didn’t have much energy—he was all fucked out from fucking Lloyd’s girl.  

 	Laurie tried to intervene but got smack upside the head and sent whirling backwards clunking her head against the hot tub set on the back porch of Lloyd’s ranch style house.  Behind the house was a nice twenty acre spread full of horses and cows.  There was wooden fencing and electric fencing to keep the herd in place.  Naked Luke was no match for Lloyd, he worked behind a desk, drove a cattle truck, and was approx. fifty pounds lighter—and he was fucked out from shagging his best friend’s girl.
	Once tied securely to the fence post—Lloyd attached battery cables to the man’s balls.  Luke, of course, began to freak the fuck out.  “What are you doing!?” he screamed.
	“Well, you seem to have BALLS,” smirked the cowboy, “I’m just curious to see how big they are and if they really are brass.”
	The other end of the battery cables were attached to a real battery; a golf cart battery used to putter about the ranch.  Lloyd connected the battery cable at his end (on the golf cart) to give power to the batter—and thusly to yon sidekick’s balls.
	The man seriously freaked the fuck out.
	Lloyd removed the battery cable connection then walked back to his harrowed friend—there was a heavy stench of burnt flesh.
	“How’s the balls?” wisped wryly Lloyd.
	Luke blathered and was unable to speak coherently.
	Lloyd grabbed his best friend’s balls—gave them a squeeze finding them partly melting in his hands unlike certain chocolate pieces.  He took several minutes walking back to the cart.  He didn’t even face his former best friend as he reattached the positive cable.
	Luke screamed for a minute—then went a little limp.
	What ultimately happened to Luke?  Well, in a spread like the ranch had there were a lot of hazards—like unmarked DEEP wells, mine holes, and things like that.  Luke Scavenger just was never seen again.
	What ultimately happened to Laurie?  Well,
	Not only was Lloyd Bargress handy with a rope, a horse, and all things “cowboy” but also creativitly inventive.  Case in point—a revenge machine contraption.  There was a wood base platform; a set of wheels; then a mechanism articulated whereas there was a 2-stroke piston-like device operating two count ‘em TWO dildos!  These dildos were of the large size, ribbed and bumpy as well as long and extra long.  The dildos went into the body of the cheating Laurie, one at a time with the extra large dildo ramming up into her hot cheating pussy causing great discomfort.  Not that cowboy Lloyd cared.

	Also, a cowboy’s rope wound about the cheating girl’s body; around her 32B titties in a figure-8 configuation.  The rope also kept her hands tight behind her back secured to her ankles.  The same rope made its way up came around her mouth.  The revenge contraption was pulled behind Lloyd’s ATV around the ranch, then his horse.  The dildos went one at a time into the woman’s cheating pussy and asshole.  By the time the “ride” was over—Laurie was out of her mind.

	Not out of her mind—but close counts, Lucy Barnback.  She was fifteen and just happened to be the daughter of none other than Lloyd’s boss!  His boss!  The ranch owner!  In a cabin on Lloyd’s spread, Lucy and Laurie exchanged looks.  Lucy was horrified and stunned (without the aid of an electronic device.)
	‘cause, you see, as many, as all, cowboy Lloyd had an EMAD.  It wasn’t a remote control-like device but a “watch” device.  It resembled a diver’s watch, big and bulky.  Enacting the magical minding powers was by adjusting the bezels.
	Two bezels there were, along with push buttons and rotating crown.  An indicator inside the “watch” showed power output, drain, and “time remaining.”  Narrowing his eyes he stared coldly into the teenage girl’s soul,
	“Don’t fuck with me.” He said sternly, “It wont work out.”
	Lucy gulped; she perspired and breathed hard—whether or not she recognized Lloyd or not was not clear.  Nor did it matter or did he care.  And after looking the girl over (with severe/sincere lust),
	Lloyd Bargeass undone his pants and dropped them.
	Underwear followed.
	“Virgin?” he asked—but he already knew the answer.
	Lucy’s eyes were transfixed onto the man’s erect erection.
	“Oh my God!” she blurted aloud.
	Lloyd hid his smile, blushed a little, then stroked his cock and inched it closer to the not-so-distraught-as-stunned teenager.  A quick glance to his wrist worn EMAD and,
	“Are you a virgin?”
	Lucy gulped and firstly nodded that it was so.  But a look to the man’s eyes told her maybe she ought to tell the truth.
	“No.” she replied.  Her breathing increased—so did the perspiring which had turned into out and out sweating.
	Lloyd waggled his cock before the paralyzed girl; then he snickered,
	“I know what you’ve done—in the barn with little Charlie and Chad.”
	Lucy’s eyes bulged, mouth dropped, heart stopped, and she blurted out of character—“Oh shit.”
	Lloyd inched closer leaving one inch from the girl’s face.

	“So here’s what you’re gonna do,” he smiled and waggled his cock again, “you’re gonna kiss it, suck it, love it.” he let that set in; the boss’ daughter wasn’t freaking out, crying, begging or any of that shtick.  She gulped for air and ran thoughts aplenty thru her mind.
	“Maybe this will help.” Lloyd said and he presented a digital camera with large viewing screen.  The resolution was clear revealing Lucy NAKED with a red haired little boy being about seven years young.  The boy was also naked.  Lucy was sitting and the boy was standing.  The place was in the loft of the family barn surrounded by bales of hay making a sort of fort.
	Lucy was sucking the boy’s cock.
	She rubbed his ass, fondled his balls, masturbated him, then laid out on the strewn hay on the floorboards and brought young Charlie into prime position.  She easily guided him into that which was sex and it seemed as though Lucy enjoyed it thoroughly.
	Charlie seemed to like it, too.
	With the other boy, Chad, he was a year older and in that incidence—Lucy sucked-sucked-sucked him.  Suckled his testicles, too.  Then—THEN he PEED on her!  He did!  A steady stream of yellow water splashed onto Lucy’s face, tits, and pussy with directness on her pussy.  Then they fucked.
	Lucy was near faint.
	“I’m sure your Daddy wouldn’t want to see this.” drawled the cowboy.
	Lucy couldn’t breathe.  “I’ll do anything!” she exclaimed in panic.
	Lloyd chuckled then pressed his gangly man cock against the girl’s face.

*

I’m just so happy to be here
	“I have learned that pleasing everyone is impossible; but pissing everyone off is easy (and more fun!)”
	Sherry Manhant squeezed her eyes tightly—then opened them again.
	Nope—the horrid scene she hoped to blot out of her mind was still there.  She shuddered, gulped, and sat perfectly frozen watching as a man put his manhood against a girl’s face.  It was horrid—simply fucking horrid.  And Sherry had to pee.  Squeezing out a fart resulted in a slight release of pee.  The agony to really let go increased—to pee, fart, and “other.”
	Sherry was eleven and knew what had happened to her—and even knew the how and wherefore (the result of being Kidnapped by means of an electronic mind altering device.)  Maybe—just maybe, if she lived thru it, her daddy would lighten up on her (ass.)  Maybe.  Lately and it didn’t seem to take much and the man thrashed her.
	She waited her turn.  Unlike Lucy, Sherry was a virgin.
	Unlike Lucy, Sherry hadn’t been taken by the gangly cowboy but another.
	The “other” was behind her, rubbing her belly with his hand.
	“You want to do this the easy way—or the hard way?”
	Sherry breathed hard, paused in her breathing, contemplated the man’s words, and really needed to go to the bathroom.  At length she whispered,
	“I don’t want to be hurt.”
	“As long as you do as you’re told—no problem.”
	Sherry nodded.  In front of her, the other man (with Lucy) was getting the provincial blowjob.  Sherry sighed.  The “other” man pulled her back into the darkness and thru a black curtain partition—for privacy.  A lantern was put into use.  The man, Rain, was tall, thin, dark blond hair, mysterious dark blue eyes, clean shaven, and hair covering his ears.  He wore a western shirt, jeans, a leather belt with a cowboy belt buckle.  He smelled of horsey but wore hiking boots instead of cowboy type.
	“Take off your clothes.” he said to Sherry.
	Sherry sighed again letting out her pent up breath.  She nodded and squeezed herself, paused, then began undoing the buttons to her deep lavender shirt.  The man stood before her with his hands on his hips—watching her.  Beyond the curtain and there was the telltale sound of “someone” getting spanked.
	Pursing her lips and tightening up, Sherry paused again.  Her breathing hastened and she was in deep-deep thought.  Rightly so, ‘fore just hours earlier and she had been spanked herself by her irate dysfunctional unemployable father.  He drank too much, smoked too much, cussed a lot.  He also took out his problems on his daughter’s ass—namely Sherry.
	Rain had just happened to be privy to seeing young Sherry, eleven, with her pants and panties at her knees laid across her pissed off daddy’s lap being horrendously smacked.  What her offense was was not known but it was enough to thoroughly piss him the fuck off.
	After the beating the man left the girl’s room (and Rain entered it.)  Sherry made for her closet and hid within remaining there for some time.  When she emerged—Rain zapped her young impressionable mind and whisked her away.

	More breathing hard, serious contemplation, and peeing of her pants; Sherry couldn’t help it—fear has a way of doing that to you.  Her shirt was off and slowly she undone her light lavender bra.  There were two small mounds serving as breasts to greet the cowboy, Rain.  Beyond the curtain and there was another sound not attributed to “spanking” but something more—something more akin to fucking.
	Sherry was not so naïve as not to know what THAT was…

	Rain was patient.  He remained standing, hands on hips, waiting.
	Sherry got a grip and after dropping her bra she kicked off her shoes.  Her breathing intensed as she slowly realized what the “end result” was going to be.
	“Virgin?” Rain asked.
	Sherry nodded.
	For a black girl, Sherry Manhant was very pretty.  Nice creamy dark skin, a very pretty smile, nice eyes, and though merely eleven years young she had a nice form to her body.
	With the shoes kicked off she fumbled with the undoing of her simple light colored jeans.  Dark lavender panties she wore—it was then that did Rain move.  A simple squat—to be eye-to-eye with the girl’s goodie.  Sherry worked her jeans down to her knees; then stood up.  She was unsure, uncertain, and frightened out of her wits.
	Rain looked over the girl’s underwear, smiled, nodded his head in approval, then locked eyes with the young girl.  Sherry, sighed; her young heart was beating near out of her chest and she felt that she had to do a little more than pee herself.  After gulping for air and hearing someone from beyond the curtain say “Oh my God!  Not there!” Sherry pushed down her panties.
	“Sit down,” Rain said, “on the edge.” Behind Sherry and there was a military style iron squeaky spring bunk bed with a 4-inch thick sponge covered mattress.  Sherry parked it and Rain pulled off her pants and panties.
	“Lay back.” the man told her.
	Sherry nodded, gulped, sweated, and really had to go to the bathroom.
	“I-I have to go.” wailed the timid girl.
	Rain took her by the hand and led her out a back door where right outside she was told “get on all fours” and “go like a dog.”
	Sherry couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but the need to poop was great and she followed the man’s orders.  And as soon as she was on her hands and knees—butt bare assed naked—the turd in her ass came pooching out in dramatic fashion.  Totally embarrassing—but very necessary.
	Afterwards and it was back into the cabin.  There wasn’t much time to check the surroundings and what “surroundings” she did gather—weren’t of much help.  Trees, boulders, blue sky, cabin.  Pretty typical setting that could be set just about anywhere.
	Once back at the bunk—
	“Sit.” the man directed of the girl.
	Sherry sat.  The man was calm and she hoped he would remain that way.  His “friend” in the outer area seemed a little rough.  Sherry sat on the edge of the bunk then leaned back as per further direction.

	Rain “went down” on the girl, licking her pussy and very muchly fingering her.  He had “wiped” her outside but she needed a more intense thorough anal cleaning.  Rain settled on noshing at the “Y” and didn’t mind the pee laden thereon.  The girl’s cunny was tight, smooth, mostly hairless.  She was eleven and by the time most girls were “eleven” there was a layer of pubes on their delicious little poons.  Most girls.
	After some minutes of licking and driving the young girl wild, Rain moved up, locked eyes with the girl, and as he began a round of serious vaginal fingering asked,
	“Why were you getting spanked?”
	Sherry sighed, closed her eyes, pursed her lips, then sighed again saying,
	“He caught me.”
	“Caught you?  Doing what?” inquiring mind wanted to know.
	Sherry shook her head—she didn’t want to spill.  But, 
	“What you’re doing to me now.”
	Ah.
	Rain smiled and continued massaging the girl’s pussy until such a time as it was necessary to free his dick.  Beyond the black curtain and something similar to “spanking” could be heard.  Grunting, groaning, and weepings, too.
	Eleven year old Sherry Manhant, five months away from being twelve year old Sherry Manhant, watched in some trepidation and much awe as the man in her company peeled off his clothing.
	And there it was—his manhood.
	Sherry couldn’t help it—her mouth gaped open.  She had seen little boys naked and crude drawings on the bathroom wall as well as in health books.  But up close and live in person was something else.  It was long, six maybe seven inches; peach-like, curved, and hairless.
	“Just relax,” the man said to her, “it’s not gonna hurt.” Liar.
	Sherry tensed just the same; her legs opened and the naked cowboy mounted her.  His cock glided firstly up and down her sex grinding against her entrance.  Then it was poking into her virginity.  Sherry tightened up, held her breath, and was in a quick thrust no longer a virgin.

	Beyond the black curtain and Lucy Barnback was beside herself.  A myriad of emotions flooded her; she detested being kidnapped, blackmailed, raped, spanked, and put thru a horrid situation such as being kidnapped, blackmailed, raped, and spanked.
	Then again, little boy dicks were nothing like man dick.

	More than once she considered getting horny with one (or two) of the cowboys she knew—men and young adults, high school boys, boys in her church choir who were in junior high but had good possibilities of being a good fuck.  She considered them all—but feared getting pregnant.  She was ready for sex, desired getting laid, but getting pregnant?  No, she wasn’t ready for that.  There was protection that good help in prevention of pregnancy, she knew that.  But there was no solid one hundred percent guarantee.  She was a Christian girl, her parents were Christians and well respected in the community.  Having a teenage daughter knocked up just wouldn’t do.  It just wouldn’t.
	Then the kidnapper came along.
	He was a little rough.
	He was demanding, a little abusive, harsh, a kidnapper, blackmailer, and brought her to the amazing brink of orgasm she had never experienced before.  It was a little mind boggling.   Correction; it was a LOT mind boggling.  Lucy had experienced orgasms before—usually brought on by her own volition (fingering.)
	Getting it on with the likes of Charlie and Chad—well, those times also were orgasmic—but nothing—nothing like what the cowboy had done for her—er, to her.  It was magical.  There were no words to describe “getting laid” by a real man, a real dick.  She often wondered what it would be like—now she knew.

*

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Cabin frolics
	To the casual observer, all was not well in the other woodsy remote cabin.
	To the participant, all was not well in the woodsy remote cabin.
	Cousin Schitt had disappeared shortly after bringing Wendsy and the wolf pup to the very remote cabin.  Dense woods surrounded the hunter’s cabin, a small creek was close by, the nearest “road” MILES away.  It was a good hump walk to hoof it to the cabin—but it was safe and secure from prying eyes.
	Well…
	Zander and Plucky Y’kculp were two miscreant individuals who parlayed their deviant desires devilishly.  Not to the level of odd behavior young Wendsy was into but then she special.  Wendsy preferred deviant behavior involving some sort of mistreatment in the manner of discomforting pain and anguish—like electrocution, spun on a large spinning wheel, “the rack”, something along those medieval lines to torture.  Zander and his weird duck-like brother had potential, but mostly they were like other reprobates—conquest for sexual pleasure.
	Acquiring captives was the thing; acquiring Serena, Blaine, Terry, April, Amy, Kim, Lonnie, and Alaina—all for the company of sexual pleasure.  All to assert their prowess of “being in charge.”  With the EMAD, of course, the acquired ones were made easy.  No less, though, did the electronic device lesson the two deviant men’s power—and that was the thing; power.  A kidnapper, rapist, child molester, etc. gets off over having the soul dominion over the one kidnapped.  It’s that having control over another that bolsters the kidnapper’s esteem.  Sad, isn’t?  But it’s the part of human makeup—God allowed MAN to be MAN—to “be himself”.  A little too much.  Man’s freedom of will soon became sordid and demented.
	Serena Whopop stood naked, trembling some, shaking a lot.  She was locked in place via her mind via an EMAD.  She was eleven, nice long curly light brown hair, soft eyes, soft facial features over all—nice soft supple eleven year old titties.  There was a light covering of pubes on her poon; she was pretty slender with a nice curve to her frame and a decent butt.
	Zander and Plucky were in awe over her—lusting mostly.  Zander, with that big head of red afro hair, was tall, gangly, lanky, and naked.  His manhood stood out and his balls were fuzzy with red hair, too.  His protruding erection was a little more than the average dong and he pressed it against the backside of Serena Whopop.  The young girl trembled, peed, and looked horrified as she knew exactly what her fate was to be.
	Plucky was—duck-like.  He had a bit of a belly pudge, was short in stature, odd curvature to his body, and his profile was—was—was “duck-like.”  Especially his head.  His head and that thick coarse jet black hair.  There was nothing to compare him to his gangly brother—but they were brothers.
	Plucky, a nickname, stood equally naked before the stricken frightened girl masturbating slowly.  Unlike his brother, Paul Plucky Y’kculp had not hair one on his nads and HIS cock WAS average (6-inches.)  After stroking his meat stick a bit, he waggled it then nodded to the girl—or to Zander behind her, and the girl made a horrific gasp.  She firstly shook her head but then bowed down, leaned down to whereas her lips were touching the duck-man’s cock.

	Zander began spanking the girl’s ass, dragging his cock up and down her crack before making attempts at anal penetration.   Plucky was inserting his cock into the hapless girl’s mouth.  Wendsy had slipped a finger into her gash while also fondling little Mark…

	After cumming in Serena Fore and Aft, the two upstanding (but deviant) men smoke a joint, slammed a beer (each) then set eyes on the other red haired person in their midst, thirteen year old April Whopicthisname.
	April was a tall girl for her age, but not out of proportion.  A nice rack, nice ass, honor student, basketball player, preferred soccer, and also tennis and bowling.  She was an aspiring artist, played the flute and classical guitar.  Her flaming red hair hung down loosely just past her more than average titties.
	A joint was offered to the girl; she was distraught but not opposed to taking a hit from the doobie.  She also drank a beer that was also offered to her; she had semi willingly stripped off her clothes when told to do so.  Fear and fright had egged her to undress.  Whether or not she knew, or did any of the cabin captives know, that an EMAD was compelling them was not known.
	Once naked, once full of a bottle of beer, and once taking three good tokes, the girl positioned herself on the laying down Plucky.  She was still greatly frightened but complicity seemed the better option of compliance than not.  The girl was lily white, virgin, but not naïve.  Plucky’s hands went traveling all over the teenager; some spanking, mostly groping and fondling.  The girl’s pussy was right on the man’s odd shaped cock.  Her legs straddled his waist and Zane-Sander Y’culp eyed her gleaming asshole.
	Boys Blaine and Terry hugged one another whimpering.
	A friend of April’s, Amy, stared and stared blankly.
	Kim and Lonnie, friends, also hugged and also stared.
	Alaina clung to herself and went thru a few versions of emotions.
	Serena was glad her turn was over—she hoped.
	Soon and Plucky’s cock was entering the thirteen year old red haired virgin.
	Her eyes popped—as much as her cheery was.  Plucky’s hands held her ass firmly as he dramatically shoved his fuck pole into sex.  All eyes—all attention was on the pair.  April began to buck as she was pumped; Plucky seemed fascinated by the girl’s better than most titties and fondled them, squeezed them, pinched the nipples, then began sucking on them as he drew the frazzled girl down onto him.  Zander chuckled and got between their legs spanking his monkey against the girl’s cheeks—before gouging her equally virgin asshole with his finger.
	Finger, tongue, cock—in that order.

	And on and on it went—April languished in a sea of confused orgasms that flooded her body and soul.  There was no resistance.  Too easily the bewildered girl gave herself to the whims that were magical.  She shuddered as waves of pleasure thrashed in a seething swath of ecstasy like she had never known before—not even while fingering herself.  All this while behind her the funky red haired guy licked her asshole, plunged a finger DEEP into her asshole; then fucked said hole with his asshole loving cock.
	The others “awaiting their turn” sat in utter awe.  None had ever seen let alone heard of anything like what was going on before them.  It was a wow factor infinity.

	Amy Notmyname was one of those girls who was curious about sex, sex acts, sex positions, but too sheepish and leery to participate—although many of her friends were engaged in doing so.  There were parties, boy/girl parties, whereas there were games like Spin-the-Bottle and In-the-Closet, but again—Amy was not into that sort of thing.  (secretly, though, she wanted to.)
	Seeing her friend, April, engaging with the funky red haired man and the weirder duck-like man was an eye opener to be sure.  Mixed feelings swarmed within her body to the point of seething.  Still, though, in no way did the young eleven year old wish to partake in such activity.
	Unfortunately, though, she had no choice.
	After April fell away from her frivolity with the two weirdoes, it WAS Amy’s turn.  She heard commands in her head, strong suggestions, and though she thought she was denying those commands she was undressing herself regardless.
	Pinkish panties.
	Pinkish bra.
	Slightly tan skin.  She was a pretty girl; short shoulder length blondish hair, blue eyes, very curious face.  She had great potential, knobby breasts, nice form, pretty good butt.  Once naked she stood slightly trembling and a lot confused.  The two boys close to her, Blaine and Terry, sat with mouths open and eyes agape.  Neither had seen a girl (of any age) naked.
	Once naked, the girl stepped out of her clothes and came to the duck-like man to lay across his lap.  The man with the funky red afro stood smiling, leering, masturbating.  A little groping here, a little fondling there, a lot of fingering and little Amy Notmyname was well on her way to being molested.
	It kind of sort of was not so appealing to the spying Wendsy.  It was molestation pure and simple without the fuss of deviltry or mischief mayhem.  No torture for the sake of torture as in medieval type.  It was kidnapping for the sake of sexual gratification, for the purposes of asserting prowess over others.

	After the two scumbags had had their fill of fingering, groping, and spanking the young very aware eleven year old—Zander entered her firstly.  Vaginally.  It was out and out rape.  He was gentle, surprisingly, but determined.  Plucky sat right by his demented brother’s head happily whacking himself.  When his brother had gotten off getting off, the girl’s legs were bent way back to where her knees were touching her shoulders.  Then, Plucky licked out the girl’s asshole, plunged a finger into her hole, then entered his cock (into her asshole.)

*
Cousin Schitt
	Watching humans do their shtick just wasn’t Schitt’s shtick.  He bailed.  Schitt was an adventurous type of being anyways.  The cabin was situated just inside some woody woods surrounded by open pastures.  Schitt was not into venturing across pastures—horses, sheep, cows, all were not kind to smaller creatures; either get stepped on or “step” in something.
	So, further into the woods he went; surely there was something there worth getting involved in.  The lingering scent of “smoke” from the summer camp still wafted on the sullen air.  Schitt was hungry and thirsty.  His favorite foods were hard to find—nuts!  Walnuts were the best but also almonds and the pits of many fruits, peaches specifically; and the prize of all nuts—the avocado!  The fruit he did not care for—all he wanted was the nut within.
	No nuts were about that were edible; disheartening for Schitt.  The basketball sized furry creature made a disparaging sound to indicate his displeasure.  This only caused the other creatures of the forest to flee in all directions.  Schitt made another sound similar to a laugh or giggle—followed by a snort.
	There were pine nuts, not as tasty but delectable enough to satiate the furry creature.  He made tracks to find more suitable sustenance.  The woods were “ok” for Schitt, but he preferred less woods and more foliage.  Most prime desire was something more “swamp-like.”
	Presently and Schitt’s very sensitive nose picked up the scent of something delicious—nuts!  Following a game trail led him past an old animalkin church.  It was long since abandoned by the original inhabitants—now taken over by various riffraff and unsociables.  Schitt kept his distance—he was his own riffraff.  Besides, the scent he was following was not at the abbey, Redwall Abbey by the by.
	At length and Schitt, cousin of Wendsy and Pugsley Wazzamadda, came upon a remote campsite.  A flimsy dome camping dome tent, backpack, fishing pole, and a smoldering campfire.  Schitt paused but noted that there was no one about.  The scent of nuts was heavily prevalent drawing the furry critter in.
	The scent of a human was heavy in the campsite—Schitt tried very hard to avoid humans as much as he could; he liked Wendsy and Pugsley but then again—they weren’t quite human.  What!?  Ut-oh—did something let slip?
	There wasn’t any sign of humans in the campsite so Schitt scurried across the open area, around the smoldering campfire, and to the backpack that was leaning against the closed tent.  Having only “feet”—hobbit-like feet extra large and extra hairy, Schitt used his large mouth to tear into the container concealing the delicacy that he would sell your soul for.
	The backpack was a bit of chore and the prize within was within yet another container that was distasteful—a plastic container.  But the “prize” was acquired nonetheless and Schitt enjoyed macadamia, Brazil, cashews, and best of all—walnuts!
	After chowing down the furry creature followed the scent of the humans thru the woods where he found them in some sort of peril.  Let’s watch!

*

Dude!  Hey!
	With hands bound behind her, a pretty fifteen year old blond haired girl was in some sort of peril.  Tight jeans, a red checkered shirt, twin blond pony tails, the young teen was a cutey and struggling against her binds.  However, the one who had bound her was having none of that and tweaked her left breast—hard.
	The girl instantly froze.
	The man leaned against her roughly grabbing and pinching her crotch saying, “Listen up, sweetie, do as you’re told and this will end well.”
	Melody Cumberry stared her dazzling blue eyes into the man’s cold steely dark eyes.  She breathed hard, sweated harder.
	“Piss your pants.” the man said.
	Melody hadn’t pissed her pants since she was seven.  But under the circumstances—she fluttered her eyes, looked up to the wondrous blue sky above, and let her bladder flow.
	Hunter Forrest smiled; he fingered the girl’s crotch more and more grinding against her as the flow of the girl’s urine spread over her groin.  The man was pleased; Melody was relieved; her friends were stunned.
	A huge boulder was present, a barbed wire fence, scrub brush, scrub oak, live oak, and a few dozen tumbleweeds made the scene.  A nature trail wound its way between two great boulders that were once one; sitting with mouths agape were three boys and another girl.  All eyes were on Melody and her wet pants.

	All three of the boys looked as if they had been in a fight; bleeding lips, swollen lips, blackening eyes, cut ear, sand and dirt in their hair, etc.  All four onlookers were bound hand and foot.  All were horrified at what they were seeing—more was coming.
	The man pinched and squeezed Melody’s cunt—and titties, then undone the girl’s shirt (by ripping it open and not unbuttoning.)  The other girl, sixteen year old Bradley, bowed her head.  The youngest boy, Josh, turned away.  The other two boys, Ted and Danny, watched on.
	The pinkish bra was removed, normally, and dropped to the sandy ground.
	Melody, the only one without a bloody lip or looking like she had been in a fight, tightened up her body staring at the great boulder beyond.  The man went on to undo the girl’s pants (and tug them down.)  More crotch fingering and pinching before her pissed in panties were pushed down, too.
	“Oh God.” Mouthed Bradley.
	The man chuckled and began an earnest bout of fingering Melody’s pussy.
	From fingering to smoothing his hands over her body, specifically her ass.
	Melody closed her pretty eyes, gritted her teeth, and endured—there was nothing else she could do.  Friends Ted and Danny wanted to do something, as did Bradley and Josh—but all had been overcome by the man’s manly abilities as well as his electronic mind altering device.  No one wanted to go thru the ordeal of being beaten, kicked, slapped, having their head shoved against a hot blistering boulder, or anything of the like.  One round was enough no matter how horrible the man’s actions against one of their own came to be.
	That holding back was hard pressed when the horrid man removed Melody from the old wooden fence post to a small boulder more-or-less a good sized rock.  Here she was strapped to the rock having just her arms tied to the rock; her arms outstretched but the rest of her free to move about.
	The boys got an up close and too personal look at their friend.  All five were friends and horsed around a lot at a nearby horse farm where they worked with horses, city slickers wanting to be cowboys (if only for a weekend or so) and improving their own horsemanship.
	Bradley and Melody regarded Ted as conceited—among other things.  Unfortunately, he was handsome and knew his way around horses.  He had a big ego; he also had a nice smile (and tight butt!)
	The horrid man leaned against the now naked Melody and returned to fingering her almost violently.  Ted seriously wanted to intervene—but was suffering from not only a cut lip but possibly a broken rib.  The man had also slammed his knee into his balls very muchly disabling him.  Ted was angry that he was not able to prevent the man from doing what he was doing.  

	The man fingered-fingered-fingered the fifteen year old; he had stripped (ripped) her clothes off (she had managed despite all) to knee him in the jaw when he wrenched worked her pants and panties off.  This only got the girl a hard bare ass slap and then she was brought to the boulder and lashed to it.  Luckily for Melody, the rock was not skin blistering hot—but it was still warm and a little uncomfortable.
	After the rough fingering, the man smiled, leered, and looked to the others; twelve year old Josh still “looked away” from looking/staring at the naked Melody.  Like Ted, Josh had summoned up his strength and tried to do something to prevent the rough action against Melody earlier.  As punishment, the man had shoved his face against a boulder that WAS skin blistering hot.
	Hunter grabbed the young boy dragging him right up to the naked Melody.
	Melody twisted against the rock; it was quite a scene—the naked fifteen year old plastered against the small boulder.  She was not neon white but fairly tan (all over).
	“Ever see a naked girl like this?” Hunter asked seethingly of the young boy.
	Actually, No.  Josh stared and stared at Melody’s nakedness.  There were mixed feelings; Melody was a friend; Melody was naked.  Little girls, sure, he had seen ‘em naked.  But girls his age?  Girls like Melody’s age?  No.
	The boy blinked his eyes and couldn’t help but stare—then stare wide eyed moreso when the girl began to pee.  It was awesome!
	“Whoa.” he said lowly.  A steady stream of pee began issuing forth from Mel’s cunt.  Josh had no idea.	
	The man grabbed up Melody’s ankles hoisting her legs up exposing her ass, hole, crack, pussy, ass, crack, hole…
	It blew Josh’s mind.
	Ted couldn’t help but stare, too.
	Bradley was beside herself.
	“You wanna FUCK that?” sneered Hunter.
	Josh couldn’t answer—he couldn’t speak!  To fathom what the man said and indicated—he couldn’t.
	Roughly and did the man jerk Josh to his feet; his hands were bound behind him, he had been priorly roughed up, kneed in the balls, slammed to the ground, and kicked in the chest—all this when he tried to help Melody on the earlier abduction before subduction (via the electronic device.)
	Down came Josh’s pants followed by his tidy whiteys.
	A boner was there for all to see.
	Bradley at first was disheartened—but then again, it was Josh.  Josh was a virgin (but he was twelve, too).  Josh was at that curious age whereas his cock got hard when the wind blew!
	Ted bowed his head—truth be known—he had a boner raging, too!
	“Well, me lad,” said the man with a strange accent, “before ye can “get some”—you gots to licks ‘em!”
	Josh, or anyone else, had no idea what the fuck the man was saying or talking about.  The man put his hand to Melody’s cunt and patted it.
	“Before you fuck it,” he said straightening up his tone and speech, “you have to kiss it.”
	Josh still was a little clueless.
	Bradley, Danny, and Ted very well knew what the man was referring to.
	They watched as the man worked Josh’s clothes of rendering him butt bare ass naked.  Then he was pushed up to the wiggling Melody who was crying and beginning to strain under the strain of being so subdued.  Her arms were stretched outward and were beginning to ache.  
	“Kiss her pussy, boy.” said the man with sternness in his voice.
	Josh stood still basting in the noon day sun.  His young heart beating near out of his chest.  Clenching his ass, blinking his eyes excessively, the boy leaned in.  Friends (in waiting) watched.  Melody stopped her wriggling long enough to endure Josh’s brief contact.
	“Good boy!” Hunter said to the boy patting his head like a dog.
	“Now lick it!”
	Josh sweated and could only stare at Melody’s nakedness.
	Hunter smacked the boy on the ass, “I said LICK!”
	Josh’s ass stung from the swift abrupt smack.  He was jolted into position—more than just “kissing” Mel’s pussy but licking it.  Licking it!  And—AND she had just peed!
	His first experience with pussy was not much to his liking.  It was rude, brash, and a little distasteful.  More was to come, though.  Much more.

	The day’s sun baked the area making it unsettling for the hairy creature known as “Cousin Schitt.”  With all that fur, though, there was some insulation.  He didn’t sweat, so, like a dog, he panted.  The nuts he had confiscated from the backpack helped—but now he needed water.
	Meanwhile,
	Fifteen year old Melody Cumberry wiggled and wriggled as she was lashed to a small boulder; her arms were stretched outward against the rock and the more minutes ticked by the more uncomfortable her situation became—not too mention the fact that one of her friends was fucking her.
	The sun was a bit of a bitch; bright, hot, suffocating.  The humping by her young friend, Josh Einkbert, made the situation entirely out of line.  There was naught to do but endure.  The girl cried as she was broken.
	Josh Einkbert had been strongly-strongly coerced into putting his erection into his friend’s cunt.  Although he was merely twelve—Josh E had a fair idea about sex.  The concept of intercourse was not elusive but he had never participated in such a deed.  He was, though, an avid wanker.
	Getting into Melody’s pussy—wow.  She was not a virgin—but not a slut, either.  Josh slid into the girl—not knowing that she was not a virgin, and began instinctively pumping.  The man beside him doing all the coercing spanked him.
	Josh E came off in Melody’s pussy in just over two minutes.
	Josh had cum off before—in his hand, into tissue, in the shower, against his bed, into his Mom’s panties—but never had the event of orgasm been so fantastic!  The release of seminal fluid was ridiculously fantastic out of this world.  He came crazily and even more when he pulled out.  And immediately afterwards he was whirled around to face Bradley.
	“Suck him.” she was told.
	Bradley’s heart stopped.  She was thoroughly soaked with sweat, the heat was broiling her and she needed water—and shade.  But first!
	Slowly she shook her head; shoulder length raven black hair she had, soft and well kept up/tended to.  She had a strong stern face, serious, hard facial features.  She was pretty to be sure but not overly so.  Very-very seldom would she ever be seen in a dress—just wasn’t her style.  She could master a horse, a rope, most scholastic accomplishments, and social dealings—but wasn’t a cheerleader type or outstanding in the “pretty girl” department.
	Josh stood dripping with sweat and cum.
	The man needn’t repeat his “request”; his stern hard cold look to Bradley suggested to the sixteen year old she had probably better comply than not.  The man had already showed his prowess and eagerness to sway the group.  He was powerful and aggressive; and equipped with the mind altering device he was more dangerous than ever!
	Bradley held great disdain to the man—if there was some way that she could do something—something equally aggressive and possibly something involving severe damage to the man’s testicles—she would.  But she was powerless.  Compliance was the only thing.  In that—she thought somewhere along the line the man would slip up.  Something would happen enabling the group to escape—escape or disable the horrid man.
	As Bradley sucked on Josh’s young pre-teen cock—she knew that escape was not in her plans.  Something had to be done to the man—something horrid!  She sucked Josh’s schlong and thought unkind thoughts towards the man—very unkind thoughts.
	“Suck his balls.” the man said to her.
	Bradley’s disdain increased.
On the lighter side
	The main thing is keeping the main thing the main thing
	Learning history is easy; learning its lesson is almost impossible
	If you mix flour, water and salt you get glue.  It you add eggs, baking powder and oil—you get cake.  Where did the glue go?
	The hardest years of life are those between ten and seventy
	To solve the human equation, we need to add love, subtract hate, multiply good, and divide between truth and error.

*

	Titties.  Bare teenage titties—quite a thrill for the eyes of Ted, Danny, and Josh.  The titties of Bradley Stavefork were something to be awed—and the boys were in awe.  Melody’s titties were nice to gawk at, too—so the boys were in a serious state of—awe.
	After Bradley had sucked-sucked-sucked on Josh’s cock (and balls), the girl’s bounds were undone and her mind tweaked a little (to prevent her from acting out with her new freedom).  Then,
	“Get naked.” she was told by the man holding the mind controller.
	“You fucker!” Bradley bitched.
	The man said nothing but chortled, nodded (that it was so) and watched as the girl removed her blue checkered shirt, bra, and the rest of her clothes—slowly.  All eyes were on the sixteen year old as she slid down her jeans followed by her powder blue bikini panties.  Ted let out a moan—for a long-long time he had wanted to see the girl in such a manner—naked.  But not overly in such a way as being forced.
	After Bradley was naked and had stepped out of her clothes, she stood butt bare assed natural before the three boys.  The sun lovingly kissed her skin (but it was still more than warm.)  Ted tried-tried-tried not to gawk at his friend’s sex but was unable to do so.  Bradley had a nice coverage of poon pubes, neatly trimmed; Melody’s poon pubes were blond and with just a “patch” on either side of her canyon.
	“Stand up.” the man said to Ted.
	Ted complied—but with injuries to his body and hands bound behind him “standing” was not without being clumsy.  But once he was standing it was more than obvious that he had a boner.  The bulge in his pants was very evident.  Couldn’t be helped.

	“Undo his pants.”
	Bradley’s heart sank.  Sucking Josh was one thing; getting naked before the boys was one thing—but undressing Ted?  She knew the horror of what was transposing was not going to get any easier.  As she firstly fondled Ted’s cock and squeezed his balls—she knew that what lay in store for her, for the boys was all about sex.  The boys were going to fuck her—that was clear.  The man in charge was going to fuck her.  Something had to be done.  Something.  But what?
	Their eyes locked to one another—although Ted thoroughly enjoyed having his cock and balls fondled (and how!) he was not so enthused by Bradley being forced.  It was mind manipulation and in a small way he kinda liked it but preferred Bradley fondling his wares on her own.  But then again, without the mind manipulation she probably wouldn’t.
	After much fondling the girl began undoing Ted’s jeans.
	Ted said nothing—he wanted to and stood trembling with fear and rage.  The summer sun baked them and was almost stifling.  He tried to put his mind elsewhere, like his horse, his new saddle, Francine Muleswamp—a girl who he thought he might almost get to have some fun with.  But his eyes were locked right onto—right into Bradley’s eyes.  She had a stern face and was angry; there was fright behind her eyes, too.
	“We’ll get thru this,” Ted mouthed, “some how.”
	Bradley nodded, “somehow.” she mouthed back.
	Ted’s pants were down at his bare feet; Bradley sucked in her breath and tried to blot out what was probably in store for her.  She worried and fretted about Melody tied to the rock and there was some concern about the possible outcome for the group’s torment—for their finale.
	Her hands went inside Ted’s underwear, tidy whiteys.  His cock was warm, his balls loose and “hanging.”  Lots of pube hair.  On her own—ON HER OWN she fondled Ted’s balls and ran her hand up and down his cock.  Ted was ready to blow.  Bradley’s lips wavered—trembling in the sense of being light hearted to giddy.  She blushed and a bit of pre-cum seeped out of Ted’s piss slit.
	“Get ‘em down, suck him!” the man said aloud behind the girl’s shoulder.
	Bradley closed her eyes, pursed her lips, then nodded and proceeded.
	Ted rolled his eyes and though he had gotten a blowjob once before by a girl it was not a blowjob by Bradley.  Ted’s first blowjob was just a few months earlier—on his birthday as a fact by a girl who was not really his girlfriend but a girl—who was his friend!  He sucked her titties, fingered her pussy, and was probably going to get laid had it not been for family interruptions.  Other than that—Ted was a virgin.

	Bradley applied her lips to Ted’s cock.
	Had it not been for Ted’s attitude about himself, his conceitedness, then Bradley would find Ted quite appealing and “sucking his dick” would not be so out of line.  He was handsome, dashing, and seriously knew how to ride a horse.  He had an incredible smile, good hair, was polite but full of himself.  It was to be guessed that there probably was no boy who was “perfect.”
	Sucking dick was not a first for Bradley, she wasn’t an expert and didn’t slurp tube steak on a regular basis.  Ted’s cock, though, was more significant than previous tubes her lips had traveled on.  It was hard, thick, about average for a teenage boy his age, and hot in her mouth
	It was also sticky.
	Ted was cumming off—shots of his spew exploded inside her mouth coating his intact tonsils.  She was not appalled but the taste was not “tasty”; she didn’t wretch or even gag, though.  She sucked-sucked-sucked and drained Ted Dunkhead’s cock.  Smacking her lips she sat back on her heels casually casting a look to Danny…

Rising crescendo 
	Like with Ted, Danny blew his load off in Bradley’s mouth, as well.
	Danny, Danny Yellowbone, was an American Indian.  He was short in height, and sleek long black hair, more jovial and lighthearted than his companions, and thoroughly enjoyed getting a hummer.  Like, Ted, too, Danny was a virgin.  No lips had ever kissed his dong, but after Bradley’s lips had done so—it was something Danny Yellowbone wanted to experience over and over again.  Over and over again—over and over again!
	Then,
	“Fuck her.” Plain and simple—fuck her.  And the “her” was not Bradley.
	Ted clenched; his chest hurt, his sides hurt, his head hurt, and it was damn hot between the split boulders.  No sign of help.  It was for certain that he had at the very least a couple of cracked ribs, or at the very least seriously bruised.  He was bruised and battered all over—but still able to carry out the command pressed upon him.
	Melody was in great anguish—her arms were stretched out so, the bindings about her wrists were tearing the skin.  Plus the hot sun was baking/burning her naked body.
	Ted stepped up—his cock was hard but his heart wasn’t in it—not to fuck the distraught Melody.  It just wasn’t right.
	“Please,” begged Bradley, “let her go!”
	“After.” the man said simply.
	“You fucking bastard!” seethed Bradley.
	The man sighed, nodded, and said, “I will, on condition that none of you give me trouble.  No running off, no attacking me.  Compliance only, do as you’re fucking told and this will end well.”
	Ted, Danny, Josh, and Bradley nodded that they would obey.
	Ted entered Melody’s cunt, lifting her legs up to make the angle of the dangle a little more less distressing.  It wasn’t a good fuck—right out in the blistering sun, Melody’s arms stretched out so, embarrassingly situation over all.
	Three minutes and Ted finally orgasmed.  He fell away and the man moved up to cut the rope securing Melody’s outstretched hands.  The girl collapsed to the hot sand.  She was unable to move.  The man gave her water from a canteen then moved her out of the burning sun to the shade of the boulder.  Bradley fumed—she very muchly wanted to “attack” the man.
	“You sonofabitch!” Bradley barked.
	Hunter chuckled wavering a finger at the pissed off girl, “Mind yourself.” He warned—“or I’ll put her back—or maybe you instead!”
	Or one of the boys.
	More water, in the mouth and then all over her naked body.
	Everyone got more water but it was running low and there was still plenty of daylight left.  Hunter looked sneeringly to Bradley—“suck his dick.” Again.
	Bradley closed her eyes, clenched her fists—‘the first time I can’ get away with it, he lets his guard down, “I’m gonna rip his balls off!”
	In the meantime, slurp! slurp! slurp!
	Ted had just cum—just cum in Melody’s pussy.  Danny and Josh had never seen anything so bold as a girl sucking a guy’s dick—especially after it was just in a girl’s cunt!
	And Bradley—on her own, fingered her pussy!
	Hunter stripped off his own clothes, splashed water on his very-very tan almost leathery body, and waggled his cock before a highly pissed off Bradley Stavefork.  Had she the will she would have bit his dick off.  But she hadn’t the notion or forethought.  The man’s electronic device held her mind captive preventing her from harboring the idea (or she might have very well snipped his dick!)
	Ted was awed when the man put his dick against Bradley’s face and began humping.  Right up against her nose!  It was awesome.  Ted had no idea you could do that!  Bradley suckled the man’s HAIRLESS nuzzies before once more slobbering on his dong then laying down beside Melody.
	Melody was in a bad way—already beaten up from an earlier attempt at fleeing, her arms were in great pain as were her wrists.  The man poured water on her—then, while everyone watched, took his turn raping her.

	Bradley knew she was losing her mind—or soon would; this after ON HER KNEES she sucked Danny’s cock while Ted rammed his in her asshole.  Josh took his turn at fucking the delirious Melody.  And the day went on—and on—and on.  Danny blasted another hot load of spunk into Bradley’s mouth—she gagged and choked this time.  Ted unloaded his spunk into her asshole—a first for both of them.
	Josh fucked Melody and had his first orgasm (in pussy.)
	Then, while Danny boned Melody, Hunter boned Bradley.
	Bradley seethed the entire time she was fucked; the man smiled at the girl during the fuck.  He liked her eyes; her heavy bangs were pasted to her sweaty forehead—and despite her despising the horrid event, her nipples were hard and grinded against Hunter’s chiseled robust chest.  The man, unfortunately, had a talented cock—it brought Bradley to multiple orgasms she never thought possible.
	When done, the man sat back watching his ooze ooze out of the girl’s nicely fucked cunt.  then,
	“We need more water.” The day was not yet done and they all needed water.
	Not the trusting kind, Hunter tied Ted and Danny to the rock as he had done Melody.  Bradley and Melody were bound back to back and settled into the shade of the split boulder.
	“Don’t be trouble.” Hunter warned of the group and with a hand to Josh’s shoulder left to refill the canteens.
	Of course, as soon as the man and Josh were out of sight, Bradley started trying to wriggle out of the rope.  Melody was of no help.  Ted and Danny were well secured and in torment with the afternoon sun seriously burning their naked bodies.  They tried, though, but the scorching heat heralded their predicament to anguish preempting their efforts to seriously work on freeing themselves.
	Meanwhile,
	Cousin Schitt took his leave of the humans scurrying to where it was cooler and less sand.  Having lots of fur, gangly grungy feet, sand had a tendency to irate the skin.  He’d come back to check on the humans later.  His quest for nuts was a never ending search.  The further his search led him deeper into the woods and to the land of some little blue creatures no more than three apples tall.
	Well smurf me up the smurf hole!

	Day of the Smurfuck
	Although she didn’t know why, Smurfette thought the day was going to be a special one.  “It’s going to be a perfucktably smurfy day!” she squealed and nearly wet herself.  Sliding out of bed the naked Smurfette slipped on her blue tinted dress, fussed with her hair, delivered her morning fart then made way out of her mushroom-like home to greet the day.
	Several Smurfs were there to greet her, too.
	“Uh, good morning, Smurfette.” giggled Handy Smurf.
	“Oh, good morning, Handy.”
	Seven Smurfs were smurfing around Smurfette’s dwelling, giggling, twisting their feet, blushing, being totally smurfy.
	“What’s going on?” asked Smurfette.
	“Uh, doncha you know, Smurfette?”
	“Know what?”
	“What day this is?”
	Smurfette had no idea.
	Her fellow Smurfs, and all FELLOWS, giggled more and continued their smurfing antics.  Smurfette thought to go to the leader of their woodsy community, Papa Smurf.  As she made her way—the seven male Smurfs were joined by several others.  All the Smurfs of the Smurf village were blue skinned creatures; they no taller than a typical bull frog or large toadstool.  They had tails but nothing to get excited about—small, no wavering tail just a “bump” on their butt.  None of the male Smurfs had hair—only their illustrious leader, Papa Smurf, who had thick white hair on his head and a beard—all connected as one, too.
	“Oh, Papa Smurf, Papa Smurf!” cried out Smurfette as she came hurriedly to Papa Smurf’s village door.
	“What is it, Smurfette?” the grizzled blue skinned creature asked.  He was the leader of the village, and was supposedly some five hundred years old!  A little dabbling in magic and a professor of all thing nature, too.  He was usually jolly and easy to get along with—but there was a gruff side to him, too.  Keeping his little Smurfs in line was a chore and sometimes a challenge.
	Papa Smurf stood at the open door to his mushroom-like home, all the Smurfs had their own home (and there were about a hundred of the little blue critters.)  
	“Papa Smurf,” continued to squeal the ONLY female in the bunch (that’s a hint) “these smurfing Smurfs are impossible!  They say this is a “special” day but I don’t remember it being so.”
	Papa Smurf giggled, “Well, uh, Smurfette, today IS a special day.” He blushed and continued to chuckle.
	“I don’t know what day it is.” complained Smurfette.
	“Well, quite simply, Smurfette, this is Day of the Smurfuck!”
	“Day of the Smurfuck?”
	“Yes, Smurfette, you see, Foresty Smurf and Gangly Smurf are getting on in years along with a few others who have left the village to finish off their lives.”
	“I don’t understand, Papa Smurf, it’s so sad they had to leave.”

	“Well,” continued chuckling Papa Smurf who tried to keep a straight face, “Day of the Smurfuck has something to do with their leaving.”
	“I still don’t understand.”
	“Our village is filled with Smurfs, normally about a hundred or so.  So, when one or two, or three Smurfs reach the end of their maturity and leave for the forest, those of us left in the village have to repopulate our losses.”
	Smurfette stared blankly into Papa Smurf’s eyes.
	Papa Smurf took the ONLY female Smurf into his hut, closing the door.
	“I guess Papa Smurf gets his turn first, huh?” said a raspy voice Dimwit Smurf.  Several Smurfs had gathered at the home of their leader; scuffing the bare blue feet to the ground, hands behind them; some giggling, some blushing, some eagerly awaiting their turn.
	Inside the home and Papa Smurf delicately filled Smurfette with the meaning of the special day, Day of the Smurfuck.
	“Oh, my!” exclaimed Smurfette.  “So it’s up to ME to provide another Smurf for the village?”
	“Yes!” replied an exuberant Papa Smurf.  “And, uhm, do you know how that’s going to happen?”
	Smurfette thought thoughtfully, shook her head at length saying “No.”
	Papa Smurf smiled, “Well, you see, Smurfette, every Smurf in the village gets to smurfuck you.”
	Smurfette’s eyes bulged; she gasped blurting out “Oh, my!”
	Papa Smurf giggled, “Yes, each Smurf, starting with me, smurfuck’s you all day and night until ALL the smurfwangs have smurfed you.”
	“ALL the Smurfs?” squealed the ONLY female Smurf.
	“Yes, you see,” explained the grizzled leader, “by taking on ALL the Smurfs the seed implanted in you will harbor all their unique abilities.”
	“Painter Smurf, Poet Smurf, Handy Smurf,” Smurfette mused, “Harmony, Baker, Artist, all perfectly smurfy!” she said with a smile.  Then, with less than a smile, “Clumsy Smurf, Brainy Smurf, Dumb-as-a-log Smurf, Horny Smurf, Blind-as-a-bat Smurf, Dirty Smurf, Dip Shit Smurf, Lazy Smurf—oh, my!” Smurfette was less enthused with smurfing them.
	“You will have to take the good with the bad.” Papa Smurf insisted.
	“Well smurf me up the smurf hole!” complained Smurfette.
	“That’s the general idea.” Papa Smurf said dryly.  Then,
	“Shall we get to it?”
	“What do I have to do?”
	Papa Smurf smiled, ‘the same as you did last year!’ and afterwards, her mind would be zapped by magic so as she wouldn’t remember the smurf gangbang.

	Smurfette was led to the great super comfy king sized bed.  Here, the five centuries old nature loving wizard patted the bed and Smurfette climbed onto it.  Papa Smurf removed his blue tinged tunic and red “I’m the smurfing leader” shorts.  Smurfette’s eyes bulged as she sighted in on Papa Smurf’s solid blue cock.
	It was a thing of beauty.
	“Now it’s your turn!” grinned Papa Smurf.
	Smurfette was embarrassed but pulled off her short dainty dress she had just put on minutes earlier.  She was nude underneath.  Most the Smurfs wore some sort of clothing, no shoes and no undies.  A shirt or coveralls was the main clothing choice along with short britches.
	Like the previous year, and the year before that, Papa Smurf ogled the nakedness of Smurfette.
	“First thing’s first,” he said grinning and with seriousness, “I’ve got to inspect you.”
	“Inspect me?”
	“Why yes, your smurf-hole has got to be “just right” for smurfing.”
	“Oh, my, well, yes—yes of course.” And the timid clueless Smurfette laid out on the bed to be “inspected.”  Papa Smurf firstly eyed the young Smurf’s smurf-hole, then he began intense deep fingering with all sincerity.  His smurf-dong increased in size and strength.  But the examination was necessary (and fun!)
	Smurfette wiggled some, tooted, peed, and blushed a deep shade of blue all over as Papa Smurf’s fingers (and tongue) lolled about her smurf-sex.  The grizzled woodsy creature made “yummy” sounds as he prattled about Smurfette’s privy.  He licked, sucked, slurped, and drove his tongue into her crevice before announcing,
	“It’s time.”
	“Ooooh, I’m ready, Papa Smurf.”
	“Not quite, first,” and he chuckled, “you’ve got to “play the flute” so to speak.”
	“But I don’t know how to play the flute,” complained Smurfette, “that’s Harmony’s job.”
	“No, my dear Smurfette,” chuckled Papa Smurf, “there’s another type of flute for you to smurf on.”
	Smurfette dismounted the great bed; and by direction from her ever grinning leader, she came to her knees to address Papa Smurf’s cock.
	“Oh!” she exclaimed, “It’s magnificent!”
	Papa Smurf beamed and rocked on the balls of his feet.
	“Yes, yes, it is, isn’t!?”
	“Why, it’s the most smurfiest thing I’ve ever seen!”
	Enough chit chat—suck!
	Smurfette took Papa Smurf’s cock and lightly stroked it, lovingly gripped the mighty blue dick and finally kissed it.  The naked blue Smurf leader with his hands on his hips was in dreamland.  “What a splendid talent you have, Smurfette!” as his cock dove slowly into her mouth.

	It was a perfucktably smurfy day; Smurfette sucked and sucked and sucked Papa Smurf’s cock, got a load of sticky ooey-gooey spew, then lay on the great leader’s great bed—on her stomach, for spanking and another examination.  The spanking wasn’t hard and was a part of the ritual.  Smurfette kind of liked being spanked,
	“It makes my smurfy tingle!” she said in reference to her cunny.
	By then and Papa Smurf’s cock was hard enough to hunt with.
	“OH!” cried out Smurfette as Papa Smurf finally mounted the little damsel with his pecker gleefully prancing up and down her smurfy crevice.  “Is it going to hurt, Papa Smurf?” she asked.
	“No, it wont hurt.” Papa Smurf assured her.  ‘not me anyways.’
	Papa Smurf entered Smurfette’s cunt sending the young Smurf into a plethora of enchanted nuances never before known to her.  She squealed, peed, wriggled, farted, and clenched tightly to Papa Smurf and experienced one magnificent orgasm after another.
	Papa Smurf delivered a copious amount of smurf-jiz, gave his all (and then some), pulled out and was very satisfied with his efforts.  “That was a good one!”
	Smurfette giggled, “Yes it was!”

	Farmer Smurf came nextly—literally and figuratively.
	Clumsy Smurf, the know-it-all Brainy Smurf followed with Painter, Jolly, Artist, Harmony, Handy, Hefty, Dreamer, some of the better Smurfs to smurf.  Less desirable Smurfs, Dirty Smurf, Dingleberry Smurf, Cussing Smurf, Stinky Smurf, Grouchy, Wooly, Weakling, and Sloppy Smurf all got their turns, too.
	‘the best of the best?’ Papa Smurf had explained that “the best of” the Smurfs of the village had to offer were the first get their smurf-off, then;
	“A little mix of the gene pool to round things out.”
	Smurfette didn’t understand and Papa Smurf couldn’t explain it.  But,
	Ninety-eight Smurfs got their smurf-off!  It was a perfuctably smurfy day!
	It was a gangbang beyond all gangbangs taking as many as three days to complete.  After every five Smurfs, Smurfette took a break, washed her smurf-hole, then laid out on her bed in her smurf-home to take on the next Smurf.
	Dabbler, Slouchy, Wise Ass, Smart Ass, No Ass, Dumb Ass Smurf also got their smurf on and smurfed Smurfette’s smurf hole with great smurfing pleasure.  Miner, Scaredy, Writer Smurf smurfed smurfingly, too.
	Horseface Smurf, Long-in-the-face Smurf, Smells-like-shit Smurf also enjoyed smurfing Smurfette.  One Smurf, however, did not—actually there were several Smurfs who did not particularly fit well into Papa Smurf’s plans for populating the village with the jizum of the Smurf populace.  Shit-for-brains, Who-gives-a-shit Smurf, Masturbator Smurf, and Vanity Smurf especially did not care for smurfing Smurfette.  Shit-for-brains Smurf was just too stupid, even more so than Dimwit Smurf.  Masturbator Smurf—well, he preferred smurfing off than to actually plunge his cock into Smurfette.  He wasn’t gay but found his hand more pleasurable than pussy.
	Then there was Vanity Smurf—the pretty boy who thought himself too good and too pretty to lower himself to smurfuck.
	“Why, you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking Smurf-herder!” snapped Smurfette.  “Why, I wouldn’t let you smurf me if you were the last smurf in the world!”
	But all in all it was still a perfucktably smurfy day.

*

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	Ted Dunkhead was in peril, peril and quandary—along with severe agony.
	He had to pee.
	Bradley Stavefork was sucking his cock.
	He was tied to the boulder like Melody had been earlier.
	The blowjob was fantastic—no doubt.  But he had to pee, too.
	Finally, “I gotta pee!” he blurted sternly in warning.  He tried to keep his voice from being heard by the man temporarily in charge of their lives.  Naked Bradley nodded and surreptitiously pulled Ted’s dong out of her she had been slobbering well on and angled it whereas he would pee on her neck, throat, and down her side.
	The relief was fantastic.
	Beside him and Melody was sucking on Danny’s dick as he was equally tied to the boulder.  Off to the side—in the shade, the horrid man and Josh drank water and relaxed in the shade.  Josh, on his hands and knees, though, was being molested by the man, Hunter, who played with Josh’s dangling ball sac, toyed with his tube, and caressed earnestly the boy’s bare bum.
	When Melody made a yucky sound “Oh gross!”—Danny had cum.
	Bradley returned to sucking Ted and bringing him off, too.
	Thereafter,
	“You’re not going to give me trouble, are you?” Hunter said to the boys.
	Both boys in torment and some pleasure shook their heads.
	An Electronic Mind Altering Device was in use but Hunter Forrest was old fashioned and still preferred Force.  The EMAD was there solely as a back-up and to ensure compliance.  After the boys were released from the rock, the girls drank their fill of water—again.  Josh remained on his hands and knees.  Ted and Danny required lots of time to recover as their time on the rock had been rather trying.
	Some minutes later and the girls expressed their need to pee.
	Hunter smiled.
	The girls could very well pee; however, they had to do so while squatting over the boys’ faces!  Oh!  Bradley squatted over Ted’s face—her furry muffin right over the boy’s nose.  Ted licked her cunt, hands to her ass, cock hard as ever.  Danny’s nose touched Melody’s cunt and though he had just blasted a hot load of Indian spunk into her mouth—he was ready to go again.
	The girls peed.
	The boys were showered in girl pee and though disgusting—the boys were not all that turned off.  The girls returned to sucking the boys and Josh—shoved his pre-teen fuck stick into Melody’s cornhole.  Hunter shoved his into Bradley’s hole.

*

The Degradation 
	Opening scene:   dim light; a bedroom of a nice home; a well groomed man with dark hair in his late 30s boning a girl with blond hair in her early teens.  Across the room on a funky teen-like conversation sofa a woman in her late 30s also being boned.  The man boning her—not related to her, slyly looks over his shoulder checking the other boning man.  After a moment he returns to his own boning.
	The tall dark haired man boning the teenager was related to her; father/daughter type relationship.  His bone slid effortlessly into her sex; he pulled out now and then to hump her gash, poke her asshole, give little to no thought that his bone was boning someone he shouldn’t be boning.  But he was easily swayed.  With or without the electronic mind altering device his older friend had, Thomas Wickked was easily coerced into “doing the naughty” with his child.
	Children.
	Other peoples’ children.
	Like most (sic) men; Thomas Wickked enjoyed a good fuck.  And like those most men slipping his bone into pussy (mouth & asshole, too) was a no brainer.  It was not so much as conquering a hole not supposed to be conquered it was just the matter of participation in doing so.  The pleasure of fucking and the subsequent joy of orgasm was the in-thing (no matter if the pleasure was at the expensive of someone related to you or not.)
	Thomas gave his thirteen year old daughter a good fuck; pulled out to finish off the illicit deed (by emptying more of his fatherly splooge onto her cunny).  He then watched as his newly acquired friend finished off fucking his wife.  There seemed to be no misgivings about the man humping his wife—inasmuch as Thomas had no feelings even when the man humped his daughters one-two-three.
	Eon, the MC (main character) in this segment, got his nuts off in Thomas’ wife, 38 year old Lisa Jane, daughter of an agricultural leader in the community, pulled out and waggled his cock about the woman’s hairy cunt; then, 
	“Come here,” he said to Thomas, “suck me.”
	Thomas didn’t hesitate, hold-back, or even be repulsed, he moved from his daughter to his friend and slurped schlong.  Eon ran his hands thru the man’s thick stylish hair while shoving his fuckstick into the man’s mouth.  The man’s wife, Lisa, lay nakedly haphazardly on the funky multicolored teen approved sofa somewhat bewildered but totally unaware that she was being so manipulated.
	Like Lisa, like teen Alyssa, their minds were overwhelmed to accepting their “new way of life” via the electronic mind altering device Eon was in possession of.  Thomas was only slightly whelmed over.  In the beginning, he was pretty much on his own will—the desire to do naughty with his daughter Alyssa was great.  And once he had done so—with the help of Eon and his Device, he was swept away into a sea of deviltry.
	Days earlier Eon and Thomas were strangers.  Then, a chanced meeting at church brought the two together as they shared unbounded (and unnatural) desires.  Thomas attended church on a so-so desire; sure, he believed in God, the Trinity, was raised Baptist, studied Lutheran, was a Pentecostal for a while, and for a time was even a Mormon.  Of late, though, since marrying Lisa, he was non-denom.  No big deal, the church was a big one with 900 on average attending.  Business owners, well-to-do, well-off, country club type peoples.  Thomas saw them as sham, not many were there for the purposes of being a church goer—they were there for the purposes of being “seen.”
	The other reason Thomas went to church—that’s were the pretty girls were!
	That was the reason Eon Quarkstar went to church.  And with the acquisition of his EMAD—going where the pretty girls were made life all the better.  All the better.  Thing was, though, there was just so many choices!  Girls of all ages, young, teen, young adult—choices-choices; decisions-decisions.
	Intuition put Eon on the know when sighting in on Thomas Wickked.  Eon had been attending the church (by the river) a short time and sized up TW quickly as a man who was not only bored with the church; pussy whipped, too.  

 	Eon also saw the “wandering” eye.  The man had deep seeded secret desires—young pretty girls, teenage girls; dresses short, skirts, tight jeans, all styles and manners of outfits; black girls, Mexican, Chinese, and white—of which the latter made up the gist of the church goers.
	Thomas’ wandering eyes were not constrained to the aforementioned girls but also his own children!  Scandalous!  There was Tanya at a mere eight years young—always wore a dress; sister Tia always wore a skirt.  The oldest Wickked child, Alyssa—a wow factor times ten.  Long super nice blond hair—her sisters all had the dark hair.  She was tall, slender, nice-nice butt; perfectly shaped breasts.  Her laugh was delightful as was her smile.  Her favorite perfume was “peach.”
	Eon noted his prey checking out his oldest child as she pranced about with some other delectables in her very-very nice (expensive) powder blue dress with lace trim.  Thomas had just watched some young girls tumbling out in the grassy courtyard—girls unknowingly tumbling while in their dresses and skirts showing off their skin tight undies.
	A pervert’s dream!
	Eon made his move.
	“I’m guessing you’d like to tap that?”
	Thomas was taken off his guard and quickly straightened up putting on the posture of a daddy and a Christian.  But he was sweating and nervous looking as much as the proverbial deer in the headlights and a young boy just being caught “one handed”, a husband in bed with the maid, and so on.
	‘It’s cool,’ Eon soothed the anxious looking man, ‘no one knows but us.’
	It still didn’t overly sooth things over, Thomas was near panic.
	Eon had to enhance his efforts to calm the man, but it wasn’t easy.
	At length, though, the three moved to the far side of the entrance to the Church by the River—yes, THAT church by the river where Seth The Strangler! prattled about making himself a nuisance (and others statistics.)  Here, where there was an open foyer enclosed by brick walls, tables set up with pamphlets on the church’s many outlets and doings—propaganda in other words.  Thomas was still uncertain about his foraging into a relationship with Eon.  He had seen the man in attendance over the last few weeks but they had only nodded, smiled, with neither knowing the other’s name.
	Now there was this prospect of doing something with Alyssa!
	Thomas WAS game—well, to the point of being curious.  Eon had showed him he was in possession of one of those illegal devices—an EMAD.  They were all the rage all over the globe—and highly illegal.  Worse than drugs or destructive weapons of mass.  There were devices to counteract the mind altering devices but still—as always, one week and the EMADs were a step ahead with the following week and the counter measures were ahead.
	Thomas had strove to keep his mind (and hands) off the subject of mind altering devices.  He had desires, unnatural, and he knew that if he ever should come across such a device that would enable him to “have his way” with his family—
	Eon stood behind Alyssa—giving him a looksee to the double door wide opening behind Thomas.  The church was in service and most stragglers and those going to Sunday school classes had dispersed.  To prove to Thomas that his daughter was under the influence of the illegal item he possessed—he “reached around” and groped the girl’s very nice titties.
	Any other time and the girl would have shrieked—then reached behind her for some balls to grab.  She had been schooled in the practice of saving herself, self-defense and all that.  The EMAD, however, was working and did in fact prove to Thomas that his daughter was not of her own mind.
	Thomas was stunned.  He was also intrigued, confused, awed, and hard.
	Eon reached down and raised up the girl’s dress.  Sure, being a daddy, Thomas had seen his daughter in her underwear—even recently even with her modesty.  It had been awhile, though, since he had seen his child naked.  Eon helped out the cause; after a brief moment of letting Thomas see his girl in her panties—Eon eased the undies down revealing the girl’s coochie.
	Thomas melted.
	Eon pressed on “instructing” the girl to reach out and took holt of her Daddy’s hard cock.  The man continued to melt.  Alyssa moved her hand up and down her daddy’s cock until such a time as the man (on his own) hauled it out to allow his child to “get after it.”
	And she did.
	And she did more, too.
	Thomas’ eyes fluttered, his neck muscles strained, his cock jutted wads of cum into his teenage daughter’s mouth—right out in the open at a church!  They were somewhat secure but still…
	“I think we ought to go somewhere else.” Before they get caught.
	Somewhere else was, of course, Eon’s big heavy American van, custom.
	Once inside and Thomas was continued into the wowing factor as he watched his mindless daughter undress herself—panties and bra, too.
	“Some minds are easily swayed,” Eon explained, “some aren’t.” he didn’t further explain as there was sufficient time.  The girl was naked—that was the important part.  Thomas had hauled out his cock again, Alyssa stroked her Daddy’s cock (again) then she went down on it.  No Q&A.  Eon admired the girl’s ass.  the passenger area behind the front seats was secured by a heavy dark curtain across the width of the van; the windows were all heavily tinted with shades drawn.

	Once Alyssa got going on her Daddy’s dong, Eon got going on the girl’s ass—after admiring it he kissed it, licked the hole, fingered the hole, then plunged his fuck stick into it.  Thomas had some misgivings but let it go—he was getting a blowjob from his daughter!
	A full fuck followed.
	And after the fuck—up the ass.  It was “up the ass” he had long wanted to do unto his child; when she misbehaved, cursed, back talked, whatever reason to spank a child—Thomas was one who wanted to do more than spank.  Much more.  He had, up until she was eleven, bare assed spanked her.  But more was desired.  He knew of cases where the irate pissed off daddy rammed his daughter’s ass.  Thomas so wanted to be that daddy.’
	But being a Conservative and a Christian—that just wasn’t going to happen.
	He was lucky to have been able to give bare ass spankings.  When banging his wife—he often-often-often thought of banging his daughter.  He was lucky he never called out the girl’s name.
	What about the “other” girls?  Tia was eleven and Tanya a mere eight years!
	With Tanya—well, unfortunately she seldom was spanked, mostly scolded for minor misbehavior.  Tanya got a good whoopin’ now and then but nothing warranting a bare butt busting.  Unfortunate.  There was an inkling to bare ass spank Tia and Tanya—
	Did he want to do MORE with Tia and Tanya?
	Yeah, kinda.	
	So, with the help of Eon Quarkstar, the “kinda” desires were met.  And how!
	Thomas’ desire to do naughty-naughty with Alyssa was high, but to be able to do something equally naughty with his two youngest daughters was also high.  Seeing them prance about the house naked, giving them baths, hearing them fart, seeing them prance about the house in their underwear—all good and desirable.  But to hold them (whilst they were naked), to rub their bare bottoms, to FINGER them between their legs, and to smooth his cock against their bodies—well, that was the best part.
	And of course, new found friend (with EMAD) was along for the ride.
	At Thomas’ house the misdoings took place.  Eon had desires for Thomas’ family as well.  With the mind altering device the path was easy.  In her bedroom and did Thomas (and Eon) watch as Alyssa willingly strip off all her clothing.  The girl was a true beauty; her hair, her skin, her trimmed pussy.  Thomas nearly fainted as his child became nude before him.  He had seen her in her undies (recently) and skimpy bathing suit causing him to bone his wife and then some.  The ache within him to see Alyssa naked had gone off the scale.  The desire to hold her, to fondle, grope, finger, feel her all over equally bounded off the scale.

	It was lust but also love.  It was desire but also something more—something sticky.  Oh sure, he knew it was wrong, illegal, immoral, deplorable and all that.  But he didn’t care.  All that mattered was to put his daddy penis into her daughterly pussy.  That was all that mattered.
	Done!
	Thereafter, of course, and Thomas Wickked was not the same.
	Alyssa was a virgin.  Was.  There was, of course, the aftermath of deflowering one’s child; the clean-up and “fixing” her mind.  Eon easily re-wired Alyssa’s mind so as she would be forever her Daddy’s sex slave.  Every day she would “willingly” suck her Daddy’s dick.  Everyday she would willingly let her Daddy finger her, spank her, fuck her pussy, fuck her ass—virtually anything he wanted to do.  Everyday.
	The same applied to Tia and Tanya.
	He wasn’t a monster; just led astray.  His desires, albeit unnatural, led him off to the wild world of depravity helped along by Eon’s magical electronical device.  He willingly and no so pursued the illicit pleasures of enjoying his children sexually.  With eleven year old Tia he willfully licked her pussy to his delight.  Laying his manly (and fatherly) pud against her and humping until he shot a massive wad of daddy cum pretty much put the man over the edge.
	No penetration.
	None was done unto little Tanya, either—just a lot of humping.
	It was a whirlwind of frivolity; Dmitri and Seth been there, August, all Main Characters have felt the disturbing winds of deceit.  Days after having his way with his children, his family, and Thomas Wickked crawled across the floor to his new found friend to “suck” his dick (as per command.)
	His wife lay haphazardly on the bedroom sofa—well fucked.  His daughter lay on her bed equally fucked and fucked well.  Thomas had humped his teenage daughter very muchly pleased and delighted that he could get into her pussy and asshole as opposed with Tia and Tanya whereupon with them he was just getting into their mouths.
	Thomas sucked Eon’s dick—which was freshly explunged from Lisa’s cunt.
	After a few minutes and the Wickked man was on his knees sucking on his wife’s cunt while Eon Quickstar fucked him from behind!  Awesome!
	Eon left the family—in a firm state of bewilderment, stickiness, and a lasting desire to engage in immoral practices henceforth.  And where did he go?  He kinda sorta went to Camp Bearmessedindawoods—to pick up his kid!  OH!

*

Scrupulous scruples scrupulously scrupled
	The potential target wore one of those denim dresses with a colorful short sleeved girlie shirt underneath.  Mid-thigh colorful leggings, too.  Light brown hair, a serious face, and despite being about eleven years young or so—flat chested.  She was cute—and a Target.
	She wasn’t alone, there were other targets in her vicinity—other girls but User had grown to learn that too many “targets” could drive a man mad (a man equipped with a mind altering device of course.)  of course!
	Casper had learned to be patient, to pick a Target and stay with it.  Like Dmitri, Seth, August, and all other MCs, Casper—Casper Scrupuless, had a myriad of unnatural desires.  Young, teen, really young, young adult—virtually all Targets were subject to Casper’s whims.
	But Casper found himself hard pressed to keep from “acquiring” other Targets.  Some of the wee lasses were incredibly cute and he definitely wanted to see them privately.  Some were teen girls, barely teen, almost teen.  Most the girls in the park were single digit, tweens, and so on with the vast majority a pervert’s reason to live—very young and naïve innocent girls tumbling, cartwheeling, hanging upside down on the monkey bars (while in dresses and skirts).
	There, too, in the park, were security agents making a pervert’s reason to live a little difficult to wrangle.  Plain clothes agents and parental units were also about.  So Casper just had to play it cool and safe—which meant a hell of a lot of patience.
	But like the two buzzards in the desert, “Patience be damned, I’m gonna eat something!” Casper had an itch that only being a pervert could ease.  His firtst Target was a wee lassy no more than six years old—six years old!  Oh!  During the trials of using the EMAD, Casper had found that the nifty Device did not always work on all minds—young children especially were not as susceptible; nor were most animals.  In the case involving the little six year old—blamo!  Success!
	Then; the pond scum slipped his hand UP the little girl’s short-short kiddie skirt then DOWN inside her very pink panties.  Behind the bathrooms just at the edge of the park juxtaposed with the open park to the front and a wooden fence encircling the park; beyond the fence was a huge hedge row and beyond that a large open lot.  Casper had easily overwhelmed Jill Wayknott’s little mind and got her into the hedgerow.
	And after much groping those very pink panties were eased off—as were the rest of her clothing.  The little tyke was laid out on her clothes; legs spread—and pond scum Casper “went down” on her.  

 	Licking, sucking, slurping, Casper “Pond Scum” did his business until hearing Jill’s name being earnestly called for.  Jill was a pretty girl, long brown hair, blue-blue eyes, very tan body (all over, too!)  She was a little taller than most girls her age, very slender, very playful, very curious.  Casper laid his cock against her bald cunt and began humping—and didn’t stop until a huge mess had soiled the child’s belly, pussy area, and a shot up her chest.
	More fingering; fingering into the girl’s slit his sticky ooze then some into her very virgin asshole.  No penetration—but none was desired.  This pond scum just liked to get ‘em naked and hump on them.  But, young girls were not always his desire—just opportunity.
	After Jill, there was Linda.
	Linda was a year younger!  Same park, different day.
	Then, it was back to the girl he had initially Targeted.  She was way at the other far end of the park—with her family.  Two brothers.  One boy was three while the other was about twelve.  Target herself was mid way thru her tenth year.  The twelve year old boy was also midway thru his thirteenth year and had an eye for young girls, too.
	And it was to note that he also seemed to have an eye for his sister!
	Casper smiled—this had prospects!  And curiosity being what it was—
	‘Would you like to see your sister—naked?’
	Target Two, Adam, was a little stymied but he had been “caught” so to speak and the answer was right there.
	‘Yes.’
	Had he, though, already seen his sister naked?
	‘Yes.’
	Was he, though, allowed to see his sister naked?
	Unfortunately, ‘no.’
	Casper continued, ‘If you could rub yourself against her—would you?’
	If his sister, Amy, would be naked in some manner, and she was willing (sort of) would he rub his COCK against her?  Ass specifically but chest, pussy, mouth, belly even were options, too.
	Again, the timid boy was stymied.  But it wasn’t the first time he had thoughts and notions of being naked AND naughty with his sister.  He had desires, strong illicit desires to be naughty-naughty oh-so naughty with his sister.  Even to the point of fucking her!
	Yea, if Amy would let him, he’d do more than “rub” against her.
	The day was getting late and a commotion was going on at the other far end of the park (by the bathrooms) so it was time to vacate the premises and make for home.  Along the way the Phineprint children stopped to pick up one more—five year old Sarah Jane.
	 ‘hmmmm’ Casper wondered, ‘get away with anything with her?’
	Twelve year old big brother Adam occasionally fingered his little sister—when bathing her, helping her dress, and whenever she wasn’t paying attention.  Just fingering—with deep once in awhile desires to whip his dick out and hump it against her ass and/or pussy.  He was a boy who had sisters and it was a normal thing to have such desires.
	Amy was alright but in no way would she submit (willingly) to the naughty wiles of her horny brother.  They got along but also bickered; they didn’t go out of their way to get the other in trouble of some sort; but, if opportunity presented itself they would.  Mostly it was Adam’s farts that Amy didn’t like and often ratted her brother out for ripping one in her presence.  He also got into trouble for blatantly darting from the bathroom to his bedroom—butt bare assed naked.
	Once home the kids all went to their own room; Adam being the oldest had his own room but had shared a room with Amy; Amy finally got her own room with the new house, little brother and sister shared a room; Joey was three, Sarah Jane at five.  
	Amy was once more in a bad mood—she usually was a happy girl but the new move to the new house, daddy no longer “in the house”, new school, new friends (to make) her mood levels were skewed and the threat of getting her period loomed in the picture, too.
	‘Take off your clothes.’
	Casper held his breath and watched the young girl who was almost eleven years young strip off her clothes.  Casper was very elated.  She didn’t have much of a chest going for her—but that was due (in time.)  She was a cutey!  And once naked—well, she was even better.
	Casper had her lay out on her bed; her room was a blue theme, fish tank on the desk, rock star posters on the walls, not too cluttered, stuffed toy animals all over the place.  Laid out on her bed the girl increased her cute factor by a gain of ten.  Casper gently fingered her, licked her, opened her legs wide and “examined” her.  And the more he examined her the more he seriously wanted to fuck her brains out.
	She was a virgin, though.  She wasn’t even into fingering herself yet!
	Casper let her be—for the moment.  He moved on to Adam’s room where he found the boy already naked!  Naked and “gettin’ after it.  Gettin’ after it in the way of jerking off using his sisters’ panties; a lavender pair belonging to sister Amy and a basic white pair from Sarah Jane.
	Adam’s room was a little cluttered—moreso than his sister’s room.
	‘Go to your sister’s room.’

	Adam paused in his wanking and walked almost zombie-like to Amy’s room; Casper peeked in on the two younger Phineprint children—they were playing like young children do so Casper let them be (for the moment.)
	In Amy’s room and Casper worked his magic minding device dinking with Amy and Adam’s mind.  It took a little time to enable Amy to accept the horniness of her brother.  Adam was already horny but re-wiring his mind still took time for him to be more careful, less horny, more of a brother (a caring brother) and so on.
	But with his sister now wired to be less of a tattletale and more giving of her body—Adam’s fear was lessoned and he didn’t have to be so cautious when being daringly nude (or farting in her presence.)  The boy was put thru his paces; firstly, a long hard stare at his naked sister.  It was a dream-fantasy cum true.  Often and the boy had stolen looks at his sister whilst she was in her bedroom changing clothes, in the bathroom shower (or on the potty in the middle of the night too sleepy to be aware of her brother’s spying).
	At length and the boy was licking his sister out.  He had no idea that that was something boys did.  He wasn’t sure he liked it—‘girls pee from there!’ But he licked, lapped, nipped, and sucked just the same.  Laying beside her, the boy began to finger her with his cock pressing right up against her thigh.
	Amy spread her legs and stared blankly up to the blue ceiling—she wavered a bit between accepting her horny brother’s advances and not accepting her horny brother’s advances.  There was no denying, though, the presence of good feelings situated betwixt her legs.  Sensations abounded that she didn’t fully understood but equated the feelings to have one of those real good pees.
	‘Time to fuck.’
	Adam knew how to fuck, he was twelve and a little naïve about most things concerning sex.  He did, though, however, know the goings on about fucking.  School, crude drawings on the bathroom walls, school talk, daily news stories, sex ed on TV, and the good ole internet helped fill in some blanks.
	Amy let out a little cry as her brother’s prong entered her.  Both parties were a little shocked—their first time but easily fell into the groove (once the groove was met, penetrated, and fucked.)
	Casper caressed the humping boy’s ass, squeezed a cheek, then smacked the humping ass for good measure.  There was some weird/odd delight in watching a brother & sister fuck; inasmuch as watching a father/daughter get after and a mother/son and all other relative combinations.
	Watching Adam’s preteen schlong slam into his sister’s quim—delightful!
	Casper was very well enchanted and as soon as the boy had squirted his brotherly love cream into Amy’s snatch—he himself was mounting and humping the good hump.  Being in his forties, though, Casper’s cock was significantly bigger in all degrees than Adam’s.  Amy was “aware” and in awe—
	But under the influence of the EMAD she was powerless, too.
	Casper’s hands went all over the young girl; his actual preference was for girls who were at least twelve with fifteen being the limit for his age liking.  But young girls (and young-young girls) also tickled his fancy.  Pretty faces, flat chested or no, a little shape, an adorable ass, innocence, all calculated into his factoring.  Color, race, ethnicity, religion, none of that matter.  The girl could be even a little heft, chunky, rotund, whatever.
	And like most MC (main characters) the girl didn’t necessarily have to be “a girl.”
	Fingering, fondling, groping—all over Amy’s young delicious body.  Casper’s cock also went all over the girl’s body; and while he rested and contemplated his next move he put Adam into doing same.  It was good for him—and the boy, too!
	Adam re-entered his sister’s poon giving time for Casper to fully rest and insert new family relations that Adam would like more than his sister but she would be submissive just the same.  She was a cutey!  Although having a serious facial expression she was pretty and had great potential.  Casper liked her style, her mannerisms, her persona as a whole.
	He also liked her holes…

	After Adam had cum in his sister’s cunt a second time, squirted his brotherly love cream on her sweet (but serious) face, humped her chest, put her legs up with her ankles on his shoulders and his cock to her asshole—Casper went to check on the little ones.  Adam was too shagged out by then to make full anal penetration—but it was fun trying.
	Casper thoroughly enjoyed watching Adam try to butt-fuck his almost eleven year old sister.  They were both naked (of course) but it was more than that.  More so than the two being brother and sister.  Being young factored into joy; being brother and sister, too, but still—more.  He guessed that it was just the overall combination of all the above.
	The boy barely made anal penetration to his sister’s backdoor; his cock “bent”; Amy’s hole needed preliminary poking.  Casper was willing but the girl’s hole being virginal would make matters difficult.  The two siblings rested while Casper “visited” the young siblings.
	Sarah Jane (five) was easily overwhelmed but three year old Joey was not so much; but being three he was easily swayed by Casper’s smooth manner.  The EMAD had a slight influence on the toddler but not much—but enough to sway him into acceptance of Casper’s desires.
	And those desires, of course, were for him and his sister to “get naked.”
	Little Joey enjoyed getting naked as did his sister.  That made Casper smile.
	Like with the little girls in the park in days prior, Casper held little Sarah Jane to him, feeling her butt, pussy, and gliding his cock against her until such time as the desire became acute—and the need to FUCK superseding all else.  The five year old was, though, too young for any sort of primary penetration—save for her mouth.  So, while she sucked on Casper manly manhood, he fingered her pussy and continued working on Joey’s young-young mind until he got him to start grinding against the girl’s butt.  Raising her leg, as she and Casper lay on their sides, the boy began a bout of humping-grinding against the girl’s dainty quim (from behind.)

	Without instruction (from Casper) Amy and Adam merely lay together (albeit naked).  They were a little mindless and almost zombie-like having Casper having to continue re-wiring their young impressionable minds.  During such time and a noise distracted mind electrician.  It was the kids’ mommy.  Casper went down the stairs to make his acquaintance.
	Pamela Phineprint was a nice dish!  Casper was smitten with her right off; a trim body, 32C sized titties, a nice ripe firm fanny, super curly bouncy auburn hair to her shoulders, and once her panties were off and she was laid out on the kitchen she was even better!
	Casper wasted little time in making love to the single woman.  She was in need of a good fucking (and Casper was just the one to do it!)  His cock had enjoyed the delights of her children but found incredible pleasure and joy in pounding womanly pussy.  The sensation derived from indulging curled his toes, tingled his hair, and caused him to go a little catatonic.  She was a nice fuck.

*

	So this one night here in Bristol (hey, by the way, I’m moving to Camden Town soon—so if you see a Little Person in a power wheel chair, wave, it’s me!)  Anyways, I was peering at the night sky with my telescope when I saw something really unusual.  Old Mrs. Buttinski out digging up her rose garden at 2:00 A.M. 
	That’s very strange, I thought,  for a woman who goes to dinner at four in the afternoon.  Well, perhaps I’ll mention it to her husband next time I see him (that is, if he ever gets back from that business trip she said he was on.)
	Mrs. Buttinski just brought me a nice bowl of soup for dinner.   Isn’t that nice.  Has a curious taste of cinnamon, lemon, and a slight hint of arsenic.  Hey!

Ever notice that the people who are late are often much jollier than the people who have to wait for them? 

The essence of debauchery
	Carrying (dragging) the volleyballs up the stairs to the equipment room and the tear at the bottom of the net bag tore more and released all of the volleyballs.  Ms. Kaputsky didn’t like her essay on zombies and gave her a “C”.  She got a “C” on her math test, too.  Then she saw her best friend hanging out with Heather and Luanne—of whom Carrie was social with.  Terrell was supposed to sit with her at lunch but sat with his homeys instead.  At gym, she swallowed pool water.  The seat she usually sat in for the ride home after school was taken by Large Marge who wasn’t giving it up—and knew very well Carrie sat there.  Then, home—
	Home was alright, daddy seemed to be in a pretty good.  Carrie decided to hold off showing him her mediocre test returns OR her essay on zombies.  She went to her room and quickly did her homework—then she waited, contemplated her next move, then waited some more before going out to her daddy who was in the living room watching a ballgame.
	Carrie stood very quietly at his side; the daily paper was on his lap—opened to the sports page of course.  His mood was so-so but as his team was on the losing side his mood was subject to change—quickly.  The man sighed, shook his head, then wrapped a arm about his eleven year old child.
	“Good day at school?” he asked.
	Carrie shrugged, “It was ok.”
	“Learn anything?”
	‘Cant trust a fart, cant trust friends.’  “The first state to leave the union was South Carolina.”
	Carrie’s dad was not impressed.  He hugged Carrie, patted her butt, farted, then gave a sidewise look at her.  A long hard look and the girl slipped away back to her bedroom where she undressed herself.  There was a sigh from the girl as she slipped her purple panties down.  She fingered her sex, scratched her butt, farted, then stood before the full length mirror looking herself over.  Her dark chocolate brown skin was creamy; some black girls were into heavy braids and such, Carrie was not and preferred her jet black hair to be full of life (without braids and doo-dads.)
	She was a pretty girl, average size for girls in her age group.  There was a little awkwardness about her but she was not gangly, misshapen, or had some sort of weird laugh (or smell) about her.  After another look at her self she made way back to her daddy.
	“Get me a beer.” he said as she came up to his side.
	Carrie quickly made off to the kitchen fetching her daddy’s brew.
	Carrie popped the top and took a quick swig (while still in the kitchen) before hustling out to her daddy.  No word of thanks but an arm about her waist and a sincere hug.  The ball team on television made an error giving the opposing team a near winning run—this didn’t help the man’s mood.
	“Sweet sorry sonofabitch!” he mouthed.  “Sons-a-bitches forgot how to play baseball.” and he squeezed the beer bottle in one hand while rubbing his daughter’s side (and then her ass).  Carrie sighed slightly, pursed her lips and waited.  Her daddy, Merle Humpsit, shook his head, got a little antsy in his chair, downed his brew, then began moving his hand up and down his child’s backside with specific interest in her ass.
	On and on it went with  the man in the chair (wheelchair) finally tossing the newspaper off his lap revealing the fact that he wore no pants (or underwear.)  Lightly did he give his cock a tug—then, without a word, scolding, prompting, Carrie reached over the arm of the chair to her crippled daddy’s cock.  Her fingers gave a light tug to the engorged pinkish member; the owner of that engorged pinkish member moaned and reared back his manly 40-something year old body cut down in his prime.  He had been a cowboy, a real one, but one pissed off royally bull ended that career early.
	With his cock at full mast, Merle’s black daughter from a previous marriage eased her mouth down—down—down.  Merle petted her bare ass slipping a finger up into her cornhole as she sucked him.  She sucked and sucked and sucked; she slurped and slurped and slurped.  Her Daddy moaned and moaned and came.  
	Carried swallowed.
	Merle sunk into his chair; rivers of sweat drizzled all over his heaving body.  After his team suffered another error and a run batted in by the other team he had his naked cock sucking daughter get him another beer.  The house was a nice moderate house; neat and clean with lots of plants all over the place.  It was a yellow themed house, inside and out, with white trim.  Open front yard, fenced in backyard.  No pets.
	There was some furniture, of course, but most of that was small and pushed out of the way so as to make way for Merle’s wheelchair.  The house was not new but from the 60s so the hallways and doorways were just barely wide enough.
	Another run was scored and Merle turned the TV off.
	Carrie scratched her butt then took it upon herself to crawl onto her white daddy’s lap.  His cock was still mostly hard and still creaming.  Carrie somewhat clumsily maneuvered herself into position; Merle caressed her ass, opened his legs and guided up into her sex his daddy love tool.
	The fuck was on.  Carrie did most the work but Merle managed to do a little humping, too.  There was intense hugging coupled with passionate fucking.  Carrie cried out a couple of times but clung on until the end.
	After the fuck—the heaving.  Carrie lay against her sweaty Daddy heaving and sweating as much as he.  The man’s hands clamped her ass and she felt the need for a great pee.  Nothing was said.  Her pussy ached and she wanted to take a bath—then she wanted to have words with her supposed best friend.   Then,
	“Get me another beer.”
	Carrie slid off her Daddy and fetch another beer—swiped a swig herself then returned to her Daddy’s side where he had turned the television on switching to a different game.  The man still heaved and still wiggled about in his chair.  Carrie lingered—waiting.
	After downing his beer,
	“Get a candle.”
	Carrie sighed and fetched a long green candle from the junk drawer in the kitchen.  Once back at her Daddy’s side she lay across his lap and was firstly spanked—not hard—but enough to make her squirm some and wriggle.  Then, the candlestick was slowly inserted into her asshole.  The seven inch green candle with a small diameter was eased into her dark hole.
	The candle was moved in and out being moved most of the way IN.  Carrie clenched all over—especially her lips.  Beneath her and her Daddy’s cock surged to full life.  She knew what was coming.  The candle was moved almost all the way into her before being removed and a finger going into her probing DEEP.
	This was followed by his cock.

*

	Yesterday I mentioned that old Mrs. Buttinski from next door had brought me a bowl of soup after I saw digging in her garden in the wee-wee hours of the morning.  Today, after waking up groggy and with a headache, I decided to take her soup bowl back over to her house.  She invited me into her kitchen where she was preparing a meal and chopping up vegetables.  Wow, I have never seen anyone slice and dice with a knife like she did.  Those vegetables never stood a chance.  
	I was going to ask her why she was in her garden that early in the morning, but watching those knives flash around sort of made me forget to ask.  She must be lonely with her husband still gone on her business trip.  She said she would like to have me for dinner tomorrow.  (To be continued?)